Im Obsessed With My AO3 Stats This Year Why Idk, Lol

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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boba is cocky because he knows he’s good, he’s got experience, and, perhaps most importantly, he just wants to make you come so hard all over his cock

when he slides into you with a gravely murmur of “fuck, that’s it”, his eyes are studying your face. he loves the way your mouth falls open, the way your chest swells as you suck in a breath, the way your eyes widen or even clamp shut, all because of his cock.

“that’s it, mesh’la,” he groans, “you take my cock so good.”

his thick fingers rubbing your clit, he knows exactly how to take care of you. and he knows exactly what to say, “you like fucking an old man like me, hm? taking this old man’s cock in that fat fucking cunt?”

“yeah, boba,” you gasp, hes hitting that spot deep inside you, his fingers work your clit like no one else could, and his voice, kriff, his voice. you’re almost sure you could come from that teasing, gruff, gravely voice alone. “d-deeper, please, boba.”

“hold your leg,” he says, pushing one leg up to your chest, “open up that pretty pussy if you want it deeper.” your thigh pushed up against your chest, boba shoving a pillow haphazardly under your ass, and thrusting deep inside you. “that deep enough, girl?”

you don’t know how to explain to him that you can feel him everywhere, that he’s fucking the thoughts straight out of your head, so you nod frantically. you try to push some words out but his cock his pushing the air out of you, words coming out as garbled whining, and it doesn’t help when that condescending chuckle leaves his lips. “young smart thing like you going cockdumb for an old man? kriffing hells.”

you’re sure he’s about to come, his voice is more strained than ever when he groans out, “that’s it, girl, let me make you feel so good you can’t fucking think.”

again, you can’t form the words to tell him he already is making you feel that good, he succeeded in that minutes ago. but when his large warm hand finds gropes your breast, tweaks your nipple, you moan out, “i’m- i’m gonna come, boba, fuck!”

your legs feel like they’re going numb, your hand squeezes at the fat of your thigh desperately trying to keep your pretty pussy open like he told you to, so he can keep fucking into you with sloppy, deep thrusts, so his fingers can keep playing with your clit until you’ve come and then some.

when boba comes his body almost collapses on top of you, his hips still moving with fervor, his voice right in your ear while he praises “gorgeous fucking cunt”, “that’s it, girl, you make me feel so fucking good”, “take my cum so well”.

when boba pulls out, his hand takes your hand’s place in holding your thigh, watching his cum drip out of you. “you look so kriffing hot,” he says, he loves watching his cum inside you, the possessiveness that’s absent everywhere else comes out in this bed. in his bed, your cunt is his and his cock is yours and he feels like someone’s equal, and you trust him enough to let this happen, it’s overwhelming for boba in the best way possible.

but the only way he can sum it up is, “love seeing our cum in you, mesh’la”.

earn it

boba knows when something is wrong

warnings: 18+; NSFW; boba knows his girl isn’t supposed to be super tight, he knows he’s gotta earn the pussy

“That feel good, girl?” he asks, voice low in your ear. You squirm against him, lower back pressed against his hard cock through the thin layer of his boxers.

“Yeah, Boba, fuck,” you gasp, his large fingers stroking your clit through your panties. The wet spot on the fabric had grown considerably since he’d brought you into his chambers and stripped you of all your clothes except the thin underwear.

His response is a low groan as he watches your chest heave, hard nipple between his fingers. “That’s it, girl, come for me,” he groans. “Come for me before I even take those pretty little panties off.”

It’s the husky growl of his words and his lips against the sweet spot on your neck that push you into your first orgasm, it’s a fairly small one, but your body quakes nonetheless. “That’s it, girl,” he coos, over and over in your ear, fingers never slowing against your clit.

And when you’ve recovered, when he’s looming over you, cock in one hand and the other keeping your legs spread, he’s repeating it then, too. “That’s it,” he says, “Are you ready?”

You nod.

He sinks into you with a groan, his forehead falling into your neck. There’s a burn from the stretch, but you don’t say anything, it’ll go away when he starts to move.

“Fuck, mesh’la,” he grunts, slowly drawing out of you, pushing back in. “You sure you’re ok? You feel tight.”

You don’t respond for a moment, hoping the burn will go away, willing yourself to relax because you want this, you know you do. But your body doesn’t listen. “It hurts a little,” you admit. Boba pulls out of you slowly, drawing back to look you in the eye. “I’m sorry.”

“Why should you be sorry?” he questions. He’s clearly frustrated with himself. “It’s on me, mesh’la, I got ahead of myself.”

You look into his eyes, they’re still twinkling, they’re still kind. “I’m a selfish man, mesh’la,” he says, bringing his lips to your ear. “But not with you. You deserve better than that, girl. You’re smart, you know that.” The phrase used to go you deserve better than me, but you’d gotten him to break that habit.

Without missing a beat, he kisses down your neck, over your tits, over stomach, hands groping at the meat of your body as he goes. When he reaches your cunt, his eyes widen. He’s right, he’s never selfish with you, though he enjoys eating you out after he’s come inside you the most.

“Should’ve told me I didn’t do enough,” he scolds lightly, tongue delving into your pussy, bringing your wetness to your clit, lapping at your juices. “You’re smart,” he says between licks “you remember what Fennec told you that night? Never let a man fuck you until he’s earned it,” he tells you. He’s still in the habit of repeating Fennec’s advice while you fuck, as if he hasn’t completely ruined you, as if you would ever fuck another man without him.

After that, Boba’s quiet except for the lewd sounds coming from his tongue on your fat cunt. The way he sucks at your clit, the way he gropes at your tits and squeezes your hips, he’s working for it. Maybe the advice was for him.

“Need you to come on my face, mesh’la,” he groans, vibrations shooting up through your body. Your hips wriggle, but Boba is unrelenting, his hot tongue following you wherever you squirm. “Come on, atta girl,” he moans as your legs start to close around his head. His hands squeeze at the fat of your thighs, encouraging your thrusting into his mouth.

You lose yourself in his touch, lost in your orgasm, legs shaking and aching, chest heaving, eyes clamped shut and head thrown back. Boba loses himself, too, hips rutting against the mattress while his tongue fucks you into overstimulation, his moans growing loud while he guides your body through aftershocks.

When the room quiets again, when your legs relax to sitting on his shoulders, when his tongue moves lazily along your thighs, you whisper, “you earned it.”

He chuckles his low, gravely chuckle. “A bit late.” He sits up, you see his cock glistening in his cum, the hair on his stomach caught in the mess and the sheets with their wet spot. Boba’s grinning.

“That’s so kriffing hot,” you breathe.

He chuckles again, grabbing your panties to clean himself off. “Sorry I can’t fuck you,” he says, knowing tonight he doesn’t have the energy to come again, knowing that you understand but he still feels like he has to apologize.

“Why should you be sorry?” you say, repeating his words from earlier.

“Smart girl,” he laughs, laying beside you. “But usually I fuck you until you can’t think straight.” He presses a kiss between your breasts, “What else do you want tonight, mesh’la? My mouth again? Fingers? I’m sure fennec would be happy to strap in,” he jokes.

The idea of Fennec’s silicone cock inside you while Boba tweaks your nipples and whispers praises in your ear sounded great, but your blinks were growing longer. “Can I just hold you?”

Boba nods, settling into your side with a groan, his warm hand settling onto your breast like it always does. His body is like a furnace in the cold air of the underground palace, lulling you to sleep with ease.

besties be expecting a part ii with miss fennec bc the gears are already turning

Best Kept Secret ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ a mandalorian series

pairing : bodyguard!din djarin x princess!reader

series summary :

Married off to a prince on a planet that you hate? New husband doesn't know you, and doesn't want to know you? New husband gifts you a personal Mandalorian body guard as a wedding present? Mandalorian is a wiseass who won't leave you alone? Lucky you.

do you like slow(ish) burn? enemies to lovers? idiots in love? din djarin being head over heels in love? this might be for you if that is the case.

spotify playlists!!

ao3 link : ✮⋆｡°✩⋆˙

✩ chapters containing smut!!

chapter one : honeymoon

chapter two : silent treatment

✩ chapter three : the smitten paladin

chapter four : sarad'ika

✩ chapter five : lunar interlude : just a man

✩ chapter six : torment

✩ chapter seven : just friends

chapter eight : solar markets

✩ chapter nine : shuk'la rules

✩ chapter ten : lunar interlude : briikase gote'tuur

chapter eleven : he loves me not

chapter twelve : pretend

chapter thirteen : lunar interlude : vercopa

chapter fourteen : condemned

chapter fifteen : two tea parties

chapter sixteen absolution (coming soon)

future unnamed chapters coming soon as well!! ★

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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Hurts So Good

Boba Fett x F!reader

Rating: E | 6.2k words

Boba Fett has just two rules. Well, that’s not exactly true - he’s a bit of a control freak (something you’d never say out loud), and has a lot of rules. But there’s two main ones that he said you should never, ever break: Do not let any quarry see you, and if they happen to do so -  Maker forbid - do not talk to them.

Just your luck he happens to catch you the one time you accidently do both.

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Tags/Warnings: Daddy Kink, use of degrading terms (slut, whore), spanking, choking, rough sex in general. Brief mention of violence. No use of Y/N.

[Also posted to A03 here!]

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