Choices,

choices, 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐓

summary. just a quick shortie where ratchet gets tired of you not listening to him.

warnings.there’s a little bit of smut?, just some touching (f receiving), fem human reader, reader has vagina, bayverse or prime ratchet it’s not specified

authors note. not doing a part two, but maybe i’ll do a different plot with the same idea. sorry for any mistakes.

“R-Ratchet, please-” You try to say, but you’re only cut off by your own throat betraying you as it lets out a loud whimper.

“What have I told you about messing with things you’re not supposed to?” Ratchet grumbles, the tip of his digit hovering over the softness of your clit.

His eyes reach yours, waiting for an answer, but as he expected, he receives nothing but your stubbornness. Your hips roll all on their own, desperate to feel more of Ratchet’s touch; but your attempts are useless. No matter how much you raise your hips, or whine, or beg, Ratchet keeps his digit where he wants it. But, it was your own doing that resulted such actions.

“I’ve explicitly told you, time and time again, to stay away from most of the things in my lab; and yet you still disobey.” Ratchet explains leisurely, taking his time with his words, carrying them on just like he’s doing with his digit against your stiff nub. It made him sound condescending, which had you blooming with irritation and arousal.

“Now, I’m going to give you a chance to finally make a smart choice. Will you listen? Or continue to be a spoiled brat?” The medic asks, his finger coming to a complete stop to ensure you that he will not continue until you give him the answer he’s looking for.

You don’t know what set you off; him implying that your past decisions were stupid when they very much were not (to you, at least), or calling you a spoiled brat (which you wouldn’t admit had sent tingles up your spine), but before you could comprehend an actual rational decision, your sharp tongue slips on it’s own.

“Fuck you.” You spat.

Ratchet growls before flipping your body over, your tummy landing against the cold steel of one of his lab tables while he places his hands underneath your hips to raise your ass in the air. Though his body was mass displaced to fit against your own, he was still much larger than that of a human. His shadow casted over your arched body, making you writhe in excitement.

“You always have to make things harder than it needs to be.” He huffs, but a deep chuckle escapes not long after.

“But I would be lying if I said I didn’t like it.”

— 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

What About Now

Rating: M | This is smut, no one under 18! Minors, DNI!

Summary: Sex pollen with Whiskey | Agent Whiskey is a thorn in your side, a name you’d prefer be kept out of your ear. But he blows into town with a mission sent from HQ and you have no choice but to deal with your complicated past. 

Warnings: Technically dubcon (it’s sex pollen but they’re very willing), fuck or die kinda, unprotected p in v, some exhibitionism, feelings, one use of ‘daddy’ (blink and you’ll miss it). I think that’s it?

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x fem!Reader

Word Count: 34.1k (yes, that’s 34,143 words; no, I don’t have anything to say for myself)

MASTERLIST

“Well, now, sugar. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

Though you’d heard the door to your office open and the tap of boots against the hardwood floor, you hadn’t paid it any mind. Statesman’s New Orleans Headquarters was always bustling with activity and people were always stepping into your space for one reason or another when your door was cracked. You’d assumed - wrongly - that it was your assistant bringing another file that needed your signature, or maybe your second-in-command arriving early for the daily briefing.

However, none of the scenarios you imagined could’ve prepared you for the reality you were faced with.

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Bred

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: E | 6.1k words

“Don’t push me.” His voice is lower than you’ve ever heard it, practically a growl.

“Or what?” You taunt, your self-preservation disappearing faster than credits at a sabacc table, “You’ll fuck a baby into me?”

The silence that fills the room is absolutely deafening.

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Or - Mando realizes he has a Breeding Kink

Tags/Warnings: Breeding Kink, No Pregnancy (but talks of it), Praise Kink, light sub/dom-ish, did I mention praise kink?

[Also posted to A03 here!]

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Watchful

Rating: M | This is smut! No one under 18! Minors, DNI!

Summary: Boba likes an audience and so do you. What happens when Din needs to speak with Boba but your lover isn’t ready to let you go? Well, he lets Din watch, of course.

Warnings: A little choking, mentions of murder, canon typical violence for Boba, voyeurism, exhibitionism (and I think that’s it?)

Pairing:  Boba x fem!reader (ft. Din)

Word Count: 4.8k (….my bad)

Masterlist

Though you’d been gone for over a month, the palace was exactly as you last saw it. People milled about, blasters holstered at their sides and weapons slung across their back. Credits exchanged hands as tracking fobs were passed to their respective hunters. Spotchka filled jars littered the little nooks and crannies of the stone structure, waiting for the next guest to take a sip.

It was the exact opposite of what you imagined for your future but it was comfortable and familiar and you were glad to be home.

As they had done since the day you stepped foot into the palace by Boba’s side, the guests that roamed the halls averted their gazes as you sauntered by. Those who were regulars rarely gave you a second glance, even when they felt certain no one was watching, lest they draw the ire of the man who was now king. Those who were new quickly learned to do the same.

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I’m obsessed with my AO3 stats this year… why idk, lol 🤓

My top 5 Boba Fett longfics ranked by hits on AO3 (all links AO3 links)

1. Book of Boba Fett: Footnotes on Love; words 13,167, hits 1,264

2. Stars Above; words 15,259, hits 758

3. The Dune Witch; words 19,553, hits 435

4. The Devil Moving; words 21,675, hits 408

5. Bloodlines; words 14,743, hits 305

Runner up: Mamihlapinatapai, words 8,079, hits 608

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Family

Rating: NC-17 | No one under 18! Minors, DNI!

Summary: Boba has never let himself desire things he didn’t believe he deserved - a home, a family. But you’ve taught him that he deserves those things and more. And, luckily, you want to give them to him.

Warnings: Breeding kink, p in v, overstimulation, unprotected sex. (I think that’s it?)

Pairing: Boba x fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Requests are open. Here’s who I write for. :)

People filter in and out of Boba’s palace daily, passing through the throne room and shuffling down the various corridors as they complete their tasks. The palace is nowhere near as busy as it once was, crowded with guests of all sorts and staff that ran the compound, but it’s never quite empty. Unlike rulers past, Boba regulates who steps foot into his home. He keeps an eye on their comings and goings and the palace has rules now, spaces that are forbidden. 

The small corridor, just off the right of the throne room, is one of those areas. That corridor, dimly lit at all hours, leads to the area that Boba has made his home. The entire palace is his - no one would argue that - but that one area is his sanctuary. Everyone knows where that corridor leads, what lies beyond the threshold of the entryway, but only those with a death wish even dare to look in its direction.

The space itself is fairly small, considering the size of the palace, but its bigger than any home Boba has ever known. There’s a small kitchen, complete with a dining area, and a bedroom with a real bed - the largest he’d been able to find after incinerating the one that had occupied the room when he claimed the throne. There’s a fresher with a shower - a real one, big enough for two - and a small living area with comfortable seating. There are other rooms that remain sealed, closed off as he has no reason to use them, but there should the need for them ever arise.

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