What About Now

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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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

WIP Wednesday Thursday

Thank you @thefact0rygirl @littlemissmanga @sleepingsun501 @rexxdjarin for the tags!

I thought we'd take this opportunity to revisit Beskar Hearts (Boba Fett x Din Djarin x F!Reader) because what's better than one beskar boyfriend? TWO!!

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18+ only — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

T&W: poly relationship, stern Boba 🤤, bratty reader hehe

Boba and Din have been elbows deep in the guts of the Firespray for hours past when they said they’d be done when you finally stomp aboard to find your Mandalorians in the late evening. It had been a long day in a long week in which you’d barely seen either of them outside the quick kisses in the morning and before they both went soundly to sleep, leaving you aching for their touch and attention. And by the Maker you are going to get what you want one way or another—you’re not Boba Fett’s princess and spoiled by the Mand’alor for nothing. 

That was your thinking when you put on a scandalous little two piece lingerie set underneath a robe and march onto Boba’s ship with nary a single good intention. “You two almost done? You said you’d be finished hours ago,” you call out as you board, your voice pitched in a whine.

“That was before we knew we would have to rewire the entire power system for this section, mesh’la. We’re almost done,” Din answers patiently when you find them crouched around an access panel. “You know this is important to Boba.”

“Pfft I thought I was important to Boba,” you grumble under your breath as you plop down in the pilot’s chair with a huff and crossing your arms. 

“What was that?” the daimyo snaps, pausing his soldering to glare at you. He’s got grease smeared across his sweaty brow and the look of a man who had very little patience left. 

Lucky me, this’ll be easy then. “Someone’s in a bad mood,” you smirk, leaning forward so the front of your robe falls open to reveal a look at your chest. “Why don’t you forget about all those stupid wires and let me cheer you up.”

“Watch it, princess. You heard Din, we’ll be done soon.”

“What if I don’t want to wait for ‘soon’? What if I want you done now?”

Boba’s eyes flash with danger and thrill shoots through you. “Then I’d remind you that good, patient girls get rewarded, while insolent brats get punished.”

You stick out your bottom lip. “But I want you nowww, sir,” you pout, standing from the seat. In a smooth, swift movement you release the robe’s ties and shrug it to the floor, leaving you in your barely-there undergarments. “My little pussy needs you.”

Din gasps and Boba’s eyes widen a fraction as he beholds the sight of you, but his expression remains firm nonetheless. Swallowing, he glares up at your standing form. “Sit down and be quiet so we can finish. Then I’ll take care of that pussy and that attitude upstairs.”

“Mmm but now would be so much better, don’t you think? Din?” you flick your eyes over to the younger man for a second before refocusing on Boba.

“You really want to do this, little girl? Or are you going to follow the rules and do as you’re told?” the daimyo answers, the unspoken threat thick in his voice.

“Oh, haven’t you heard?” you retort and Boba raises his brows with a look of final warning. “Rules are meant to be broken, old man.”

Everyone freezes and you swear the air is sucked out of the room. After three rapid beats of your heart, Boba sets his tools aside slowly and stands, wiping his hands on a spare rag. In a cacophony of silence, he takes the couple of steps between you and stops a breath away from your scantily-clad body. He stares at you for a moment, his eyes hard and dangerous, and you can practically feel your underwear soaking all the way through—you’re fucked and you know it.

“I want you to remember that you chose this,” he starts slowly, bending down to retrieve your discarded robe and sliding your arms through the sleeves firmly, “you chose to run that smart mouth instead of listening… remember that when you’re begging for mercy and crying to come.” He synches the belt around your waist tightly. “Now get your brat ass upstairs before I get any truly creative ideas for your punishment.”

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THE BET

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rated E | 8.3k words | 1/1

“What if you had picked up a bounty? For me.”

Back on Nevarro there were rumors of his tracking prowess and his ruthlessness. It had intimidated you, before you met him.

“In a city like this?” He pauses for a long moment to mull it over, “I bet… I could have you back on this ship in an hour.”

Your mouth drops open, deeply, incredibly offended, “An hour? Are you kriffing serious? Is that all?”

Or - a playful bet with the Mandalorian goes south when you question his hunting abilities. What will happen if he catches you?

Tags: Semi-Public Sex, Praise Kink, Rough Sex, Fighting as Foreplay, Bounty Hunter Foreplay. Reader is mentioned having a cybernetic eye. 

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SPEAKKING OF BOBA THOTS I FORGOT TO SEND YOU THIS ONE THIS MORNING

(i think it could also work for wolffe but mainly boba)

somnophilia (maaaaybe free use—for wolffe 👀), waking up in the middle of the night/really early morning pinned to boba’s chest, he’s got an arm barred across your chest holding you by the shoulder as he fucks your thighs

he just keeps you in that blurry half awake dream space just making the both of you feel good until one of you gets more desperate and he makes you beg him to fuck you back to sleep 🤭

AHHHHHHHHH ok you have inspired me 🤭 and it’s gonna be boba bc I miss him my daddy

Sunlight just peeking over the horizon hits your face as it paints the indigo night sky with the soft pale pink of dawn. It was already warming up. You could feel the heat on your bare skin, the haze of humidity starting to flood the bedroom from the open balcony archway.

Before you could open your eyes, a dull rocking shifts your body forward like the billowing air tides across the dune sea. A grumble fills your ears as you begin to come to, feeling warmth radiate across your entire backside. You tried to turn over, but felt the restraint of a muscular forearm against your pebbled nipples.

“Don’t move, little one. Got you right where I want you.” Boba huffed softly, the whispered words hot along the shell of your ear. He groaned deeper as he let his other hand pull you by your hipbones impossibly closer to where his hips were lazily snapping to meet yours.

“Hmm…Boba…what…” You drawl softly in your half-asleep daze, reaching down to entwine your fingers with his on your hip. Before you could finish your thought, you felt the hot, weighted length of him press between the plush of your closed thighs. You gasp delightfully, widening your thighs just enough to let him move with an enjoyable amount of friction.

The subtle throb of his morning cock found it’s home slotting itself just below your own entrance, brushing at your clit gently with each thrust. You let out a desperate mewl at the contact and began writhing in rhythm with Boba’s hips.

“Looked so pretty laying there. I can’t help it, princess. Daddy’s gotta have you.” Boba whispered, placing the laziest of long, hot kisses at the spot behind your ear that always made you melt. “Watching the suns paint your silhouette across my sheets as they rise over my city…you’re mine too, aren’t you?”

His thrusts increase in strength without ever changing the pace. The mounting intensity along your drenched slit without the relief of entrance has you boiling in your core as you ache for the stretch of him inside you. In the daze of morning, you were powerless to resist such teasing. You moaned louder now, the whispered sweet nothings across your pillows no longer enough to signify your need for him.

The deep grumble of a satisfied laugh spread across your back as it echoed in his broad chest. “All you have to do is say it. Tell me you’re mine. Beg me to fill you and I’ll make that ache go away.” He instructed, letting his soft kisses turn into sloppy, desperate hickies on the length of your neck. Still the thrusting of his thick cock between your thighs didn’t let up, his hands traveling to knead at your thighs.

“Fuck.” You whimpered, tipping your head back onto his shoulder and crying out as he slid himself between your soaked slit now.

“C’mon, little one,” he mocked, keeping his composure despite your heat threatening to envelope him in seconds. “Use your words. Let me hear that pretty voice so early. Wake up our city.” He laughed darkly as he let the tip of his cock slap against your clit and you lost it.

“Boba. Fuck me. Please. I’m yours, Daddy, all yours. Please.” You begged at full volume, rocking back into his lap and gripping his hands desperately. You were slick and ready and if you waited even a second longer you’d explode.

He groaned loudly, shifting his palm down your upper thigh. “There you go, my Princess. Now you’ve earned it.” He purred, lifting your leg higher and splitting you apart on top of him.

He took you like that into the late hours of morning, letting you fade back into blissful sleep with every climax and waiting to wake you up again each time for another round.

Throne

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

Summary: Giving Boba the blowjob he deserves on the throne. That’s it, not really a plot.

Warnings: S2 spoilers (vague but they’re there), dom!Boba (he’s a little mean but not really), deepthroating.

Pairing: Boba Fett x fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k (….I didn’t mean for this to happen)

“You know, when you said that you had some business to take care of, I don’t think this is what I was expecting.”

Your voice echoed, reverberating against the worn stone walls of the well-traveled stairwell, and was accompanied by the sound of your boots hitting the steps as you slowly descended into the throne room. It was a route you’d traveled many times - reluctantly, more often than not - but this time, for the first time in a long while, you felt a thrill of excitement as you caught sight of the gilded edges of the throne.

“Though, knowing you, I guess I should’ve known.”

The hushed whispers - the sound of two of the most dangerous voices in the galaxy plotting their next move - ceased as your voice carried closer. There was a moment of silence, a brief pause, before you heard the rustle of armor moving and you bit the inside of your cheek to keep your expression neutral as you rounded the corner. It was difficult, looking upon the room without revealing your true feelings, but you managed to survey the open space evenly as you paused in the archway. 

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