#paz viszla fanfic
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Paz Vizsla x fem!reader (no use of y/n)
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Summary- Paz saves your life when the pirates attack Nevarro. And then you find out he likes it when you’re bold...
Warnings- 18+ ONLY minors do not interact, takes places on Nevarro during "The Pirate," protective!Paz, mutual pining, smut, handjob, fingering, breast play, oral (f receiving), cumplay, size kink, competency kink, praise kink, squirting, creampie, multiple orgasms, "good girl"
Notes- This one is dedicated to the Paz girlies. This started as more towards the action and protectiveness and then I had the idea to add the smut and I ended up spending more time on that lol! Enjoy!
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You let out a deep sigh as you scanned the rubble that was once the capital city of Nevarro. You and the others counted yourselves lucky to be alive, but nerves still pulsed through your veins that you had just been through. As you helped the others clean up the mess and start to rebuild your homes, you relived the past day in your head. But it was the liberation and the rescue of your home that stuck with you the most.
It all happened so fast. The Nevarro sky rained with blaster fire as ships poured out of the large pirate vessel that descended on the city. You tried to run, but the pirates grabbed you and a few others and held you hostage, forcing you all to act as their bartenders as they enjoyed their victory over your largely defenseless city.
But just as you felt the feeling of despair threaten to overtake you, a light in the atmosphere brought hope. Ships carrying Mandalorians swept through the city and they easily took out the pirates. The other trapped girls quickly ran for cover, but one of the pirates grabbed you before you could join them.
“You’re coming with me, pretty girl,” he sneered at you.
You screamed as you tried to break free, but it wasn’t until a blast hit his face that he finally let you go. A gasp escaped your lips as the biggest man you had ever seen decked out completely in blue armor grabbed you by the wrist and told you in an urgent tone, “Stay behind me. I’ve got you.”
You didn’t want to leave his side even for a moment, and you easily complied with his order. Not wanting to be a burden, you grabbed a blaster from the fallen pirate and shot as whoever you could from the safety of your Mandalorian shield. He protected you throughout the blaster fire until the dust settled and the last pirate was taken down. Even when your two groups of people met and your leaders came to an agreement to share the land of Nevarro, you stayed close to him.
As the conversation came to an end, and yours and his people broke off to go their own ways, you let out a heavy sigh of relief, “Thank you,” your voice was just a whisper but you were sure he heard you, “You saved my life back there.” After a beat, you gave him your name.
The large blue Mandalorian turned to you slowly and gave you a nod, “You held your own back there well,” his smooth, low voice sent a shiver up your spine as he took your hand. He raised your arm up to the bottom edge of his helmet as he tapped the back of your hand to it. “Paz,” he gave you his name shortly before he let go of your hand and went to join his people.
You stood dumbfounded for several moments just cradling your hand as if you felt his lips against your skin. It wasn’t until your friends called your name and ran up to you, engulfing you in warm embraces that you let go of your breath and were brought back to the present.
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The citizens of Nevarro all decided to camp out together that first night and get to work rebuilding the city the next day. You spent the morning helping some others clean out the school before you decided to walk to the further edge of the city and see how bad the damage was to your home. Living closer to the outskirts, you hoped that the little neighborhood where your house sat in a row of other dwellings wasn’t hit too badly.
“Thank the Maker,” you let out a sigh of relief when you turned the corner and saw all the buildings still sood mostly intact. But you scrunched your brows when you saw that a large piece of rubble completely blocked your front door. “Ok…” you breathed as you stretched and tried to work yourself up and muster the energy to move it.
But as hard as you pushed and as much as you strained, the piece of rubble just would not budge.
“Shit,” you cursed under your breath as you tried again, lunging at the stubborn rock. Maybe you thought that you could catch it by surprise and it would move.
Then suddenly it did move.
You yelped as the heavy boulder slowly slid away from you and you almost tripped over yourself when it lifted off the ground and moved to the side. Finding your footing, you looked up from the ground and saw the familiar blue Mandalorian grunting as he used every ounce of his strength to move the boulder out of your way.
“Paz!” you breathed in relief as you watched him set the rubble down out of the way of your front door. Even if you had wanted to, you couldn’t hide the way your face lit up when you saw him again.
“A valiant effort,” Paz tilted his head to the side as he looked you up and down, “But I think that was too big for you to move on your own.”
You bit your lip as you fiddled with your fingers, “Well good thing I have a Mandalorian that seems to find me at just the right time.”
A short huff escaped his lips and you wondered if he hid a smirk underneath that helmet. You were sure you imagined it, but you thought you saw his gaze subtly drift down along your figure, as if he studied every inch of you, every curve of your body. It made your skin tingle and heat up as you snuck a glance at his imposing figure whenever you could. You only hoped he didn’t catch your wandering eyes.
If he noticed, Paz didn’t mention it and he redirected your thoughts when he spoke again, “Your door is damaged,” he seemed to force himself to concentrate on anything but you as he turned his attention to your front door. He ran his gloved hand up and down the doorframe and you couldn’t help but wonder what his hand would feel like if he touched you like that. Again, though, his voice brought you back to reality, “I can fix it for you,” Paz said plainly before he pulled out a tool from his pack and made quick work of your front door.
The world felt like it spun around you as you watched the big, strong Mandalorian fix the front of your house like it was nothing. Just like he lifted that boulder like it was nothing. Thankfully, the damage wasn’t too bad, but you found that you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. The way he was able to move the boulder that blocked your way, the way he easily shot down the pirates and kept you safe the day before, the way he competently fixed your door… you were a goner before you even realized it.
“Done,” Paz huffed as he straightened his posture and pushed your door open.
Your eyes went wide as your gaze trailed from his armored silhouette to the inside of your home. Paz stood to the side as you carefully stepped inside, your breath trapped in your chest as you anticipated the worst. But, you let out a deep sigh of relief when the inside was completely intact. Only some things scattered the floor that had fallen from the tables and shelves when the city was attacked, but otherwise, the damage was minimal.
“You got lucky here,” Paz moved to stand at your side, closing the door behind him, “Your home seems to have escaped the damage,” he turned to you as your gaze stayed forward. His hand clenched and unclenched as he longed to reach out to you like he did the way before. Even from the moment he first saw you, Paz felt an instant pull towards you. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before, and when he saw the way you fought back against the clutches of that pirate, he felt compelled to protect you.
Unaware of Paz’s inner turmoil, you let out another deep sigh as you met his vizor. Your heart pounded in your chest as you felt his gaze on you, even if you couldn’t see it. You had no idea where it came from, but your next words caught even you off guard, “It’s not the first time I got lucky… Maybe it won’t be the last…” your tone dropped as you made your intentions obvious to him.
As he stared at you, you instantly regretted your words and you dropped your gaze and turned away from him, “I’m sorry,” you blurted out, “That was bold… I don’t want to cross a line…”
But your rambles of embarrassment were cut off when a gloved hand gently cupped your chin and guided you to look back at him, “No,” Paz’s voice was soft as his tone matched your low one, “I like boldness,” he growled as his grip on your chin tightened slightly.
The tension in the room was palpable as you both stared at each other. Nerves made your skin tingle and your breath tremble, yet the way Paz held your chin brought comfort to you. Finding your bravery, you broke the silence, “The bedroom is back this way.”
“Lead the way,” Paz replied in a low tone as his thumb brushed across your face.
You stepped backwards, knowing your home by heart, so you didn’t have to look away from Paz as you slid your hand in his. He immediately wrapped his fingers around yours as he caressed your side with his free hand. Paz’s grip landed on your hip and he used the leverage to yank you up against his armored chest.
A gasp escaped your lips as you found yourself flushed against his broad body, and your hand landed on the cool plate of his armor. You felt weightless as you took tiny steps back into your bedroom while Paz hands his hands up and down your body. After repeating the motion a few times, he grabbed your shirt and held still, the fabric balled in his fist as his gaze bore into you through the vizor.
“Do it,” you breathed, knowing exactly what he asked without the words needed, “I want this.”
Paz let out a low growl as he made quick work of your clothes. With every step towards your bed he exposed another sliver of your skin until you were completely bare by the time your legs hit the bed. He grunted as he pushed you backwards so that you landed on your mattress, and he was mesmerized by the way your breasts bounced when you did.
“Beautiful…” Paz groaned as he looked you up and down, this time less subtly.
You laid out on your back completely exposed to him. And Paz couldn’t help but notice the glisten between your parted legs as you anticipated his next move. His gaze ran up your body as he leaned forward, memorizing every dip and curve of your figure until he got you your face and noticed the glazed over expression in your eyes and the way your lips were parted.
Feeling nervous under Paz’s strong gaze, you suddenly became very aware that you were naked and he remained fully covered. Swallowing hard, you whispered, “Can I see your hands?” Your eyes fluttered up to meet his vizor as he hovered over you.
Paz said nothing, and only tilted his helmet to the side slightly.
Somehow, you knew exactly what the gesture meant and you rephrased in a stronger voice, “I want to see your hands.”
“Good girl,” Paz groaned.
He stayed hovering over you even as he lifted himself up to slowly remove his gloves. Paz took pleasure in the way your breath trembled and your body shook in anticipation. He teased you as he slowly took one glove off, one finger at a time. And it didn’t go unnoticed when you gasped at the first glimpse of skin or the way you licked your lips when you noticed how thick his fingers were.
But then your next words took you both by surprise, “And your cock.”
Paz stilled, his hands bare for you as he hovered over you between your parted legs. But, he did like the boldness in your request… command… and Paz felt himself stiffen in his pants. With a growl, he complied, and his bare hands quickly freed his cock for you.
“Fuck…” you breathed when you saw how big he was.
Moving before you could stop yourself, you reached out for him and wrapped your hand around his cock. Paz leaned forward more, planting his hands on either side of you as you gave his length a soft squeeze. You glanced up for a moment, and when you felt his energy flow through your body, your eyes drifted back down between your bodies as you pumped his cock.
Paz growled your name as he tilted his head forward so that his helmet rested against your forehead. He felt cool against your heated skin, and when he rocked his hips in time with your hand, you worked him faster, squeezing all the spots that made him groan more. Heat rose in the room as you pumped him as he covered your body with his own, and you let out a soft moan when Paz growled your name.
“If you don’t stop now…” Paz grunted, “I’m going to cum all over you…”
You looked up from where his cock captivated your attention to meet Paz’s vizor. A challenge glistened in your eyes as you gave him a slight smirk and pumped him faster in response. A low curse hissed out of Paz’s lips as he thrust his hips into your hand more. Grunts and whimpers filled the room as Paz felt his climax hit him before he could give you any warning. A gasp escaped your throat as he came hard, splashing his seed all over your stomach, but you kept going until Paz grabbed your wrist and yanked you off of him.
Heavy breaths filled the space between your bodies as you and Paz stared at each other for several moments. Your wrist stayed in his grip as you were content to be held by him. And for a moment, you swore you saw a glimpse of his eyes behind the darkness of the vizor…
But that moment quickly vanished when Paz let go of your wrists to grab onto your breasts firmly. You dropped your head onto the mattress as you let out a loud scream as he squeezed and fondled your breasts. His rough fingers pinched your nipples as he kneaded the soft flesh and savored every little sound of pleasure you made under his touch.
“You look so beautiful with my cum on you,” Paz groaned as he gave your breasts another firm squeeze.
“Paz…” you panted as your eyes fluttered closed.
He ran his hands down the sides of your body, careful to leave the evidence of his release on your skin. When he reached your thighs, Paz grabbed your legs and parted them more, and his breath hitched in his throat when he saw how your pussy glistened.
“So wet for me already, mesh’la,” Paz growled as he scooped just a little bit of his seed and trailed it down the mound of your public bone, “But I need to prepare you for my cock…”
“Please Paz,” you begged as you shifted to make yourself comfortable, “I need you… Don’t make me wait.”
“Shhh,” he cooed as he parted your lower lips, “Patience, mesh’la… I’ve got you.”
Your heart skipped a beat as he repeated his first words to you, only this time they held even more meaning, “I trust you,” you whispered your reply as you relaxed your body under his expert touch. Vaguely, you wondered what that nickname meant, but just by the way he said it with fondness was enough to make your heart flutter.
But any thought you might have had vanished from your mind as Paz coated his finger with his seed and pushed into your pussy. You clutched at the sheets as his thick digit entered you inch by delicious inch. Paz groaned as he watched his cum-coated finger disappear inside you and your warmth engulfed him. His cock already started to stiffen again as he slowly reeled back and thrust his finger fully into you again.
“Paz!” you cried out as he repeated the motion again and again, “Another finger… Please…”
He growled your name as he complied with your request… demand. You felt so good around his fingers and he felt your wet tightness grip him hard as he crooked his fingers up and hit your sweet spot with precision. You bucked your hips and screamed loudly as you felt like you would fly off of the bed.
“Oh fuck…” you cried out as Paz hit your sweet spot over and over again ad he thrust his fingers harder and faster.
“Show me how beautiful you are when you cum,” Paz growled as he watched you fall apart with intense satisfaction. His cock screamed at him, but he ignored it in favor of pleasuring you.
It didn’t take long for Paz to get what he wanted and you came with a loud scream. Your legs trembled on either side of him as you rode out your climax on his fingers as Paz savored the way your mouth dropped open to allow the beautiful sounds to flow freely. When you were spent, you flopped down limp on the bed and Paz stayed still inside you for a few moments as he watched your breasts rise and fall.
Carefully, paz pulled his fingers out, and he caressed your body with his free hand when you let out a soft whimper. You kept your eyes closed as you spread yourself for him in a wordless invitation… but Paz had other plans for you.
“Turn over, mesh’la,” he ordered softly.
You blinked your eyes open and were met with his armored figure, just his hands and cock out for you. You gasped as you felt a fresh wave of need crash through you at the way he looked at you with fondness, even through the helmet. You flashed him a grin as you eagerly complied.
Feeling flirtatious, you wiggled your ass a little as you positioned yourself on your hands and knees. Any embarrassment was gone after you both came for each other once, and all that was felt in between the two of you was need and desire.
“Put your face down,” Paz said, “Keep your eyes covered.”
That caught you off guard and the nerves rushed back. But, you did as you were told with a meek, “Yes.” You leaned forward, burying your face in the sheets until your world went black. And your skin warmed as the motion made you lift your ass in the air, putting yourself on full display for the Mandalorian.
To test you, Paz slapped your pussy without warning. You screamed into the mattress, but your face stayed buried. You felt dizzy from the impact but it only turned you on more.
“Good girl,” he growled as he dipped down behind you, “Stay just like that no matter what.”
Before you could answer, you felt the cold touch of Paz’s helmet against your ass. Goosebumps erupted on your skin as you heard the hiss of his helmet and you realized what he had planned. You let out a loud moan as you felt the tip of Paz’s tongue against your folds as he licked your pussy from behind.
Your muffled moans filled the room as you clutched tightly to the sheets, lost in the pleasure that was Paz’s tongue. Even with your face buried, you saw stars every time he hit your clit, and you were sure you weren't going to last long.
“Fuck… Paz… You’re gonna make me cum,” you whimpered before you fell apart again.
He slurped loudly as he gripped your thighs tightly, licking and sucking at your cunt while you came on his face. Paz savored the taste of you, and he smirked against you as he felt you gush against his face. And while he kept his helmet tilted off just enough to expose his lips, Paz was proud of you for keeping yourself down just like he told you to.
Breaking away with a pop, Paz lowered his helmet back down and licked his lips as he did so, “I think you’re ready for my cock now, mesh’la,” his voice was low as he stroked himself, “You can lift your head now.”
You didn’t have the energy to pick yourself up completely, but you lifted your face and took in a deep breath.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” you breathed as you trembled in anticipation.
But as wet as you were, the stretch of Paz’s cock still took your breath away and you gasped loudly as the tip pushed into you. Slowly, Paz entered your pussy with a groan of his own. Fuck you felt even better around him than he thought. But, he didn’t want to hurt you by letting himself go.
“Are you alright?” Paz asked as he caressed your back and your ass.
“Yes,” you replied immediately, “Fuck… Please, don’t stop. Feels so good.”
Paz growled as he kept going, “You look even more beautiful on my cock than I thought,” he groaned as he pushed the rest of the way inside you, “And you feel even better too.”
You whimpered as the feeling of Paz’s cock was overwhelming in the best way. You had never felt fuller, never been more stretched out, and you had never felt a pleasure like this ever in your life. Maker, you were already addicted to him and he had just entered you.
He grabbed onto your hips as he rolled back and thrust forward gently. Slowly at first, Paz rocked back and forth, but the more you moaned and cried out in pleasure, the faster he went. Skin slapped against skin as he reached forward and grabbed your arms, lifting your chest off the bed as he thrust into you over and over again.
Moans and screams filled the room as your mouth hung open while Paz fucked you. Your eyes rolled back as you surrendered yourself and gave every inch of yourself to him. Not only did his cock stretch you out more than ever before, but the way Paz held you tight made you feel safe and protected as he pounded into you.
Paz groaned your name as he craved even more of you. He grabbed you and yanked you back so that your bare back was pressed flush against his armored chest. Paz wrapped his arm around you and grabbed your breast with one hand and pinned you against his body and rubbed at your clit with the other.
“Oh! Fuck!” you screamed, “Paz!” you reached up behind you and grabbed onto him wherever you could. Only your knees stayed on the bed as you arched your back and let Paz hold you tightly as he fucked into you with an ever faster pace.
“Cum, mesh’la,” he groaned in your ear, “Cum on my cock.” Paz’s own orgasm wasn’t far behind, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he would last like this. Holding you in his arms while he thrust into you was just as overwhelming for him as it was for you.
“Cum in me,” you whispered before your climax hit you.
That was all it took for both of you to completely fall apart. You screamed loudly as your inner muscles squeezed Paz’s cock. His grip on you tightened as he filled you to the point where you thought you would burst, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was Paz and the ecstasy he brought you. Your entire body shook as he held you close and you both rode out your intense highs on each other.
You felt yourself gush as your release dripped down your inner thigh. Paz noticed too, as he felt you soak his cock while he spilled himself inside of you until that too dripped out of you. With one last grunt and thrust, Paz sheathed himself completely inside you as he tipped you both forward until you both collapsed down onto the bed.
Neither of you moved for a long time. Heavy breaths filled the room as you laid in Paz’s arms, his cock still buried deep inside you. Tears filled your eyes from the waves of emotions that crashed into you suddenly. As much as you tried to keep them hidden, Paz heard a soft sob and immediately pushed himself up.
“Are you alright, cyare?” Paz hissed as he pulled out of you, but his focus was quickly redirected to your needs.
You whimpered at the loss of him inside you, “I’m fine, Paz,” your voice was soft as he wiped away the tears from the corners of your eyes, “More than fine actually,” you gave him a bright smile as you leaned into his touch. Closing your eyes, you kissed the palm of his hand and you heard his breath hitch.
Paz let out a heavy sigh as he looked at you. He felt an even bigger need to keep you protected as you looked so vulnerable in his arms. A glow surrounded you as you let out a contented sigh of your own. It was a tender moment neither of you would ever forget.
But, Paz knew he couldn’t stay like this forever, “I should go,” he said abruptly.
“Wait,” you grabbed his wrist before he could get up, “Stay?” you pleaded with your eyes before you repeated in a stronger voice, “I want you to stay.”
He let out another sigh, “Alright.” Paz wouldn’t admit how little it took to convince him to stay. But he also didn’t want to deny how much he already craved the feeling of you securely in his arms. The rest of the world could wait as Paz settled back down and held you tight. He wondered what would happen moving forward. How could he keep you by his side while still remaining loyal to his tribe? Would Ragnar like you? Would you like him?
But for now, those questions would wait, and all Paz wanted to do was hold you close.
SImilar questions ran through your mind, and you wondered if he would want to stay with you, if he would allow you to stay with him. Somehow, you had a feeling you could make it work from how strong your feelings were already. You could figure it out somehow. And you had never been happier that you were bold as you sighed contently in Paz’s strong arms.
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Little one
Paz Vizsla x Fem reader
Requested by: none
Warnings: y/n gets injured, fighting with paz, enemies to lovers dynamic. I don't know what to call this story but I'm gonna make a part 2
A/n: 18+ If you don't like the warnings please don't read!
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"I don't know why you brought me to the covert, Bo Katan I understand. But me?" Y/n asked.
Din looked over at her, all she could see was the helmet but by the way he slouched his shoulders and tilted his head, she knew what face he was making.
"What!? I would've been happy going to tatooine and kicking back with Boba and Fennec. But no instead I have to sit around a covert, being gazed upon by judgemental eyes because I'm not wearing a fuckin helmet!"
Din straighted up. "You'll be fine."
"Oh yeah? Well what about Paz Vizsla? Everytime we see him, he's either tryna rip your helmet off or fight you! He's a big guy, one day he'll win."
"I love your vote of confidence."
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Bo Katan landed the ship on the beach, y/n's hand got closer and closer to her light saber the more they moved towards the cave.
Y/n stopped in her tracks the moment her eyes landed on the man she didn't wish to see. Paz and a few other Mando's slowly made their way out of the cave.
"You're no longer welcome here Din Djarin." Vizsla said.
"I bathed in the living waters, I bring proof." Din held up a silver cylinder.
"I stand as witness." Bo said.
Paz tilted his head. "And who are you, night owl?"
"I am Bo Katan of clan kryze."
The conversation and snide comments continued as Y/n scanned the area, watching the water, the cliffs, and the dunes. Vizsla took note of this, how patient she was with every spot she looked to, just waiting to see something.
"Y/n."
"Yeah?"
Din ushered her into the cave, She walked by Paz looking him up and down with a sneer, earning a dark chuckle.
"You'd be wise in refraining from looking at me in such a manner, little one."
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They entered a small room where The armorer stood, and like always she was holding a hammer and what looked like a wrench.
Y/n made sure she was close to Din and as far away from Paz as she could get, which was like a foot. She gripped his arm, making him look over to her and nod.
"It's alright. They won't hurt you."
The armorer turned to them. "I wouldn't expect a Jedi to be afraid of Mandalorians."
"You're fierce worriers, I should know I live with one."
Paz Vizsla of course had to pick this moment to speak his mind.
"Coward."
He stepped back as a blue light flashed and he could feel heat at his throat. He could hear the buzzing of her light saber as they stared each other down.
"You are not our enemy." The armorer said. "You have nothing to fear."
Din leaned close to her ear, he slowly wrapped his hand around her wrist.
"Put it away, Y/n."
She kept glancing over at Paz as the time ticked by, Din was excepted back in and surprisingly so was Bo. Y/n left the cave to go back to the ship, when she heard heavy footsteps fallowing her.
"Not very stealthy, Vizsla."
He got close to Y/n and towered over her.
"If I didn't want you to hear me, you wouldn't have heard me, little one."
Paz began circling her, he leaned in close to her ear. The sound of his voice sending shivers down her spine and heat to her core.
"You have Spirit, I'll give you that. But let's see your reflex's."
Y/n heard the sound of metal, the blue light of her saber shined bright as she swung it at him, hitting him in the beskar. She spun left and hit him with the force, Paz's back hit the cave wall. Y/n ran on to the beach, she looked around in to the night. Vizsla was right behind her as she began running up the beach away from the cave and the ships.
Y/n suddenly heard the sound of a jet pack, she looked up as he landed in front of her. Their weapons clashed together, blue flashes lit up the area for all to see.
Y/n jumped and landed behind him, he turned around only to be pushed to the ground. She held him down with the force as she got on top of him. This man was really big compared to her, if she wasn't a Jedi, she wouldn't stand a chance.
"How is that for reflex's?" She asked.
The same dark chuckle left Paz, Y/n felt his hand slide up her thigh, moving closer to her heat. She sheathed her lightsaber and got off of him, turning to go back to the convert, she suddenly felt the wind get knocked out of her as she was taken to the ground.
Y/n attempted to squirm but he held her down, the weight of Paz sent heat rush to her core. He snaked his hand around her neck and brought her up so her back was against his chest. She could hear his breath in her ear, Paz's grip tightened as he got closer.
"You think you can over power me, little one? Run back to the covert, back to your mandalorian keeper." He whispered.
Y/n got out from under him and ran towards the cave, the nearly crashed into Din but he grabbed a hold of her arms.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
Y/n turned to the entrance of the covert out of breath, she stared for a minute but soon shook her head.
"N- nothing....Nothing, I'm fine."
THE END ❤️
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Just Be Gentle
Pairing: Paz Viszla x reader (fem!reader, 'Songbird' for the use in the fic)
Words: 3,589
Rating: Teen+
Warnings: post-mission, light banter, mutual pining, mild!grumpy/sunshine, FLUFF, tender touching, teaching self-care, injury care, washing up- (not spicy yet, sorry loves) cuddles if you squint
Summary: He is a Cornerstone in his own right. The moment the Hunter dropped her off to him, she knew instantly by the reactions of everyone around her that this was a leader they respected, followed into the grittiest of scraps, because he’s the man with the biggest gun and equal fire. They call him Al’orad, their Top gunman, and always, brother. And brothers, well– he sure fought to protect them as only family would.
Paz Vizsla is the storm itself. Only now, it seems he got caught in the crosshairs and succumbed to the hurricane of the skirmish. It didn’t worry him, he’s patched up his own scrapes before.An immovable Mandalorian he may be, but she his Songbird– gentle soul who’d sooner see to his wounds herself than watch him treat himself so roughly any longer.
A/N: Special thanks to @newpathwrites for the original ask! Here's to you~ The response to my Paz thoughts inspired me to finish this one out the rest of the way, and was a joy to write. If you're like me and still reeling from the episode which must not be named, then you'll be glad to know PAZ LIVES ON IN FIC! This was written in third person as a practice for me, but please put yourself in Songbird's shoes in whatever race, kind or creed you claim. It's a big galazy, so imagine along with me~ edit: @newpath3432!
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She could tell by the slight limp: Big Blue was hurt. He walked the earth with a strong presence, and now that presence hobbled with a case of the hiccups. It would be funny, if it weren’t stemming from a place of clear pain. Wouldn’t be caught dead admitting it, but he can’t avoid the obvious.
When he started walking into a lean towards the pillar in the dank entrance to the covert, she walked even faster. The heavy artillery strapped to his back in coils was slipping. Speeding up to a light jog, she caught him fast by the elbow– flitted past the other sentries like the little Songbird she is, straight to his side to corral him by the arm.
"THeRe you are.."
Her name flowed off his tongue when he realized she’d snuck up on him; not that the Mandalorian ever really used it. By the way she’d been caught humming at all hours of the day and night, she’d come to earn the nickname ‘Songbird’ around the dank halls of Nevarro’s underground lava flats.
There’s barely a point trying to hide someone as tall, broad, and vast as him; as her blue-armored warrior claims the attention of everyone in any room he enters… but perhaps for just a minute, she could manhandle his form so that he’d blend into the support column on the other side. To keep him behind it, and out of sight for only a quick once-over.
He is a Cornerstone in his own right. Both a buoy in the sea and a lighthouse on a hill. The moment the Hunter dropped her off to him, she knew instantly by the reactions of everyone around her that this was a leader they respected and would gather arms with him into the grittiest of scraps. They call him Al’orad, their Top gunman, and always, brother. ‘You couldn’t be in better hands,’ the one she’d later call Din Djarin had said:
Paz Vizsla is the storm itself and brings the fire befitting a Mandalorian. Only now, it seems some of the fire has caught him.
He halted at her first call to him, yet followed into her tug willingly. A testament to their unexpected orbit; Paz found himself biting his tongue and falling into her draw whenever she sought him out even though he’s twice her size– just as she could pick his boisterous call out of a crowd and would come to stand alongside him as if no one were watching. For her, stepping out under everyone’s helmeted attention took an uncharacteristic flare of courage- one that Paz brought out in her.
Under the arch, the Alor’ad was quite literally pulled from the roster of tasks in his mind to her will. That stern look in her usually tender eyes siphoned his full attention. How they never failed to stare right where his would be.
Paz greeted her with his immediate sense of concern.
"--shouldn't you be inside?" he braced an arm against the pillar ledge, relaxed.
"Shouldn't you be in the med tent?" Her eyes flickered across him: around his belt, to holster, and up again.
"I'm just fine."
"Paz."
He pressed a hand over hers, where she’d gripped the lip of his chest plate. "I will go when the others are seen to.”
“You need to be seen to!”
“Our healers are few; they’re overwhelmed.” Paz’s firm words -though delivered peaceably- commanded this conversation. “Those who suffered entry wounds receive attention first. My injuries are not urgent."
"You're limping; I could see it a mile away, and that's no good to anyone if you're ignoring your own problems,” she stressed again, “Play ‘Mr. Defender’ to your tribe all you want, but you’re fooling yourself if you think you can serve them at your best in this shape..."
He paused, looking back to her again and winced internally at the level of quiet care she was pleading to him.
"In my experience, I know you Mandos tend to shrug off anything short of a lost limb when it comes to pain,” Songbird’s a natural at this; making a case. She spoke her peace with a rein on her temper. “I'd prefer to see it not get to that point. You're no exception… and you're the strongest one I know." she admitted.
Against impropriety’s warning bells in his bucket, Paz cupped her cheek, mindful of the rough leather to not irritate her. It’s indulgent, but he risks it.
"I'll be there soon,” he promises, “I give you my word, if you'll believe it."
"I want to, Blue," she offered with a gentle warning.
"Then keep me accountable. You’ll find me sitting in that alcove in ten minutes. If I'm not..." His head quirked with a little show of amusement, "You have my permission to drag me by my shebs there."
Sure enough, he did– true to his word, once his offloading task was completed.
The covert’s Song remained under the awning of the covert’s med tent in the karyai as she watched Paz’s still-armored self being seen and treated on the left triage station. There she waited for him, until he reemerged with a hand to her shoulder in greeting. She squeezed it, asked if he was good to go, and he was all too ready to agree to some downtime. To seal the deal, she offered an arm around his back and he willingly outstretched his across her shoulders.
It would be pointless to assume she’s honestly bearing any weight, but her offer to help was received kindly, as if he did. Then again, the way Paz spoke of her to the others in his faction, she knew he believed her capable of heart.
Then, with every grace like a nesting dove, she moved independently in his space like it was second nature, despite her only having been here one or two other times as emergency demanded it. A sealed bacta patch had been applied to the slope of his neck on one side, but after inspection, they’d hardly cleaned him up much. She'd located clean handcloths and a pitcher since they were ready and prepared at a moment’s notice on Paz's galley counter.
The question of what the case for water was at the front table lingered at her tongue, but it left her completely as she heard Paz grunt on sitting, one leg extended further than the other. He busied himself with smaller huffs of effort trying to get his armor off.
"Do you need help?" She offered gently, not wanting to coddle the grown man before her.
“M’fine. It's-- (ah) tricky, anyway. Faster if I do it."
But even as he turned to wince and release the back plate with no success, she’d stepped over to him and released the clasp with a few well-placed fingertips. It unlocked easily and loosened into his lap. He turned a bit -until the woman he’d come to adore came into his visor’s view- to see a smile finally eased across her features.
"I've watched Djarin work it enough times, I could wear a kit myself. May I?"
Just the sound of that one word alone sunk a ballast into Paz's stomach worse than the fight did. Not even the clan he was folded into–she knew his first. His low tone shared such, though she took it as tiredness at first,
"You know his name."
"Hm? Oh, yes! I do know," she piped up. "It was the two of us drifting out on the Belt for so long, I think he took pity on me. Only so many times I would say 'hey you' before he felt bad for me, I think. Just calling him ‘Mando’ like everyone else seemed odd after a while– especially since he said I’d be meeting more soon; even that was never going to last as a nickname around a covert of them."
Paz only hummed. The clear picture of familiarity came to mind, how their months were spent in the time before him buzzed around his jealous thoughts uncomfortably. That nasty inkling of jealousy seeped into her sharing of stories of him.
But her lightness never wavered as she kept speaking–she simply moved her way to take care of his shoulder pauldrons next.
"--but he did tell me that's not the case everywhere, telling a non-mandalorian their name... He asked for discretion, so I never speak it around anyone else. Said it was fine here though, that you would call each other by clan name or given, so. Uhm.. where do you keep these?"
Paz turned to see her cradling one piece under each arm, one contoured to her breast, and the other gently in the crook of her elbow - hands full with the inner paddings of both. He leaned forward a touch, drew up a bottle of some solvent from the crate nearest him, and squirted some into the basin of water.
"In there is fine.."
She emptied her arms, and noticing he made no move to continue disarmoring himself, she kept going in his stead. She imagined he'd probably never had someone tasked to do this for him, and perhaps enjoyed the doting behind closed doors.
"Secret ingredient?" Song pried.
"It's an old recipe; cleans the armor without stripping it." He leaned back to where he was before, widening his legs for her to step between if she needed. “The alchemical reaction requires a tub to dilute the concentrate. Too strong and potent on its own, it would oxidize on contact without water."
“You’re on the wrong planet for that.” She grimaced with a jerk towards the window, the lava flats beyond.
“All the more reason for us to keep sentries by the reserve tanks. It is precious.”
Huffing a bit, she chuckled. "I can tell. oof- but that smell would be strong on a ship."
He hummed back to agree, and in a rare show of comfort as the weight of beskar was taken from him piece by loving piece, spoke, "...You're good at this."
She shrugged, a little tone in her voice.
"Yeah, Din came back half dead after a run-in with a pack of Trandoshans on Ord Mantell, so that was a trial by fire I won't forget. I had to do it all myself. He could barely talk, his concussion was so bad- oh gods, I was terrified the whole time, because I knew I needed to check to see if any bits were cutting into him between the plates. But also figured because of the Creed, I thought he might have to kill me once I was done. Had to weigh the options for a sec, but really, he was too passed out to notice. When he woke up the next day he was mortified, poor baby.. Felt bad that I had to manage on my own, but he didn't care at all that I had seen actual skin."
Her eyes twinkled and she smirked at what happened next.
"I told him I was flattered of course, but I wouldn't have peeked.. if for no other reason, then out of respect for that sweetheart he's got on Sorgan."
–And thank the MAKER for that sweetheart on Sorgan.
But rather than scream his relief, Paz laughed it out to cover up his anxious nerves.
"Sorgan, huh? Isn't that planet just a bunch of fishing holes?"
“Farms of them, apparently.” His elbows were now exposed, and next, the vambraces.
“So Djarin was wooed.. by a farmer.”
"Mhm," she removed the second, slipping out the lining and gloves to wash. "Widowed, with a cute little daughter who has eyes for the nugget- sweet guy was done for. She started leaving him his meals out for him on a hot plate the first night, so he wouldn't have to eat it cold. He still denies it," she rolled her eyes, "--but he said if he had the chance, he'd love to 'teach the little ones how to hunt one day’. Tell them more stories since so much has happened since we last stopped there. He'd make a good retiree. Deserves someone like her."
She seemed full of nothing but pride as she spoke. However, soon the sentimental coles turned impressed.
"And hell, she's a real catch if her shot is any indication. No wonder he was so gone on her. So... Who knows?"
She busied herself with turning the gloves back inside out to wash and knelt to start on his boots, but froze looking up when Paz asked,
"And you? Anyone else on Sorgan?"
"No. Not into farmers." she didn't look up, but shrugged, "Nothing Sorgan could offer me." She leveled out her mouth oddly, “...Might find it here, though."
"Is that so?"
"mhm..." She finished loosening one and yanked it off with a little give before moving to the hurt one, more carefully.
"If I can get 'im to quit getting banged up," she groused adorably, "maybe, just maybe I might find a Mandalorian to put up with me long enough…."
Attentive as always, Song remained mindful of his breathing to ensure she wasn't jostling too much.
"Might have to learn how to shoot better though. Those weapons are everything to you. I doubt anyone around here would take on a civvie like me as I am." She looked up and leaned into deprecating humor with a shy look. "M'not exactly the strongest either even though I’m light on the feet. That won’t do much good around here.. And I have a pretty bad mouth to get myself in trouble enough as it is."
This worry under the surface– not unlike a turtleduck spending its days furiously pedaling under the water, but looking ever too graceful on the surface. Naturally, the covert’s Songbird herself made counting her faults look like preening.
Paz chuckled.
"That's hardly a bad thing." He eased her worries. "Shooting can be taught. It's things like that ‘smart mouth’ that draw someone in. Catch someone's eye and ear."
How dare her heart give her that much hope…
"Y'think so?" She loosened his knee braces, doing her best not to ogle the strength of his legs in such close proximity. Surely he’s being too kind.
"I listened to you, didn't I? The list of those who can manage that feat is very short– ask anyone here…”
This seemed to humor her at least, if not outright pleasing her, and she shuffled back up to her feet, taking the cloth he'd been wiping his hands with and taking it with the dirty clothes.
He'd shed his shirt too in the space while she talked-- and she hid her surprise the moment her back turned and her ears burned with the sight.
Thick arms matched his thicker-than-durasteel legs, and strong ones– they’re downright gorgeous like the rest of him… but when she looked back, a tremor of panic surfaced, seeing how rough he was wiping along his patches from the nurses station, and she hurried back to his side right away to remedy that,
"--hey, easy!"
Paz looked up with surprised and she second guessed her urgency, coming back calmer.
"Y’just-” the poor thing braved a word of careful guidance, “You shouldn't be so rough, when the edges are still healing.."
Although intimidated by his size and what foul response he may have for being chastised, Paz surprised her with a simple 'by all means' and surrendered the cloth. She dampened it, and dutifully stood before him again.
To her surprise, Paz patted his leg and prompted her to sit: just as she had by the fire.
Yet while she took the spot, she didn't fall into his arms with the same comfort as that night a few weeks back. A wine-drunk flirty version of herself sunk into the embrace of her protector to chat him up, at his invitation. She’d not even been that nervous then, or even days after when they’d both been sober. There was a shortage of chairs in one of the meeting rooms, one glance turned to another, and he patted his leg in just the same way. She’d hardly shied away from his attention– enjoyed it, actually, to the point of craving. The top-of-the-line thermal compression pajamas she’d seen spread around on all the midwinter advertisements around the market could never warm her through like he could. She’s ruined for life if this trend turns into a habit…
But this was hardly the time for a cozy rendezvous– not while he was hurting.
Unaware of any of these inner ramblings, Paz laid a hand on her waist to train her to relax anyway. His free hand simply held her to his lap, thumbing along her far thigh. To ensure she didn't slip, of course.
Starborne’s Grace and Favor… this man is a delight for the eyes. For a man brimming with muscles, the cushioned fat layer made Paz quite comfortable– and quite the sight with blossoming tattoos along his chest and ribs.
While she set to cleaning the remaining blood the nurses missed first, Song also freshened the cloth, waving it a bit to introduce cool air, and dabbed off his collarbones and along either side of his neck, swiping along where his lean indicated.
Gods it felt good. He'd be asleep in minutes if she kept this up. Paz bit his tongue to keep from moaning outright.
Attention trained towards his comfort, the Songbird asked softly, "You must be hot under there."
His words slurred a tad in response, "I'm used to it."
She frowned a little but just tipped the chin of his helmet up just a touch, wiping up his throat to catch some sweat. She was interested to find dark, auburn stubble to hint at a full beard under the seal, but evaded from peeking too much and jerked her sights up to his visor instead.
"I don't say that to pry about what's under there, but I'd reckon to say a beard does make it warmer y'know…"
"I count on it during the cold seasons here." He murmured just as low as the first time, tilting whichever way she wanted. She could feel his true voice hum along his throat by the bob of his Adams apple. " I didn't plan on going to a damn swamp for the last week, or else I woulda shaved it."
"Poor thing." She mimicked, caressing the back of his neck. She spaced out at some point over him as she worked along his shoulders and passed the hand towel back and forth, registering only through touch how warm he felt beneath her. Warm and pliant and dangerously close to stealing her heart away and ruining her for other men…
It felt incredibly good, but Paz had half a guilty heart; she must be getting tired. The helm faced her head on,
"You don't have to do all that..." he cupped the fleshy inner part of her palm with utmost care– care that he typically never treated himself with.
"I want to.” she hummed back easily. “You deserve it.”
At his encouragement, she swept broader strokes down his back and up again with one hand, bracing on his shoulder with the other. It was so contoured, sweeping hills of strength along his spine where muscles built up over years of use. A landscape worthy of some special attention.
Paz just sat there –calm on the exterior, but a swirling pool of doubt and bewilderment, and unworthiness weighting down his chest into heavy breaths. This girl was making him into mush by the minute.
"How's that. Better?"
The helmet nodded back and its voice hummed a little.
He’s growing more in love by the minute, too. Just keep talking, sweet sparrow.
She sat back and propped up in his lap, crossing her ankles.
"I can warm up that food if you want; or you can shower up and I'll have it inside for you before I go."
His hand caught hers, "--You don't have to go."
"Not even so you can eat?" She clarified, curiously.
"I can wait on that. You..." He tipped the helmet down so their joined hands were in view. "...Food can wait."
The Paz Vizsla was holding her hands in both of his now, and she let him. These hands– the ones that made it their mission to treat him kindly when little mercies in this galaxy ever did…
She smiled, even though he was hardly watching: his big blue helmet is trained on feeling how soft hers must be by comparison. She’s finding it adorable that the big, strong Mandalorian seemed fascinated by her hands of all things. Song couldn't imagine she was the first girl to be perched on his lap like this, but by the way he rubbed over her like something precious, she secretly hoped she could be the last.
" ‘Food can wait.’ “ she repeated in a tease, “Since when would any fiery Mandalorian say such a lie– stalling a meal just because you found a little bird on your lap, huh? You want me to start singing for you next?"
Nudged from his trance, the visor lifted to her again making him lean back more comfortably,
"I wouldn't say no to that." Paz flirted right back.
With outstretched legs once more, Paz brought one up to be elevated as advised while guiding her in by her waist to relax in his lap again and take a break herself.
The Songbird followed his lead this time– and resumed her trademark humming with the knowledge of a job well done.
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Kicking off the new year with young precanon DinPaz 🙌
Din scores his fingers through the dirt once more, knocking it free to expose the underbelly of dull metal. His knuckles ache, barely scabbed over before he’d torn them open afresh on the side of some other fucker’s helmet, bloodying the dark leather once more.
Paz lifts a hand, his fingers splayed wide and Din allows himself an instance of jealousy at the soft leather of his glove, at how well it fits him. There’s a set of dimpled tooth marks over the tip of one finger and Din wants to loosen the seal of his helmet so he can press his mouth to them, know their shape and taste, add his own marks to them. Paz’s hand settles over Din’s visor blinding him like he’d rest his hand over one of the hunting shrills to calm it. Din considers biting him once more.
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Kinktober Day 5- Breeding
Pairings: Alpha!Paz x AFAB!Omega!Reader (I don’t think there’s anything specifying a female reader, just an AFAB one. If you catch one let me know!)
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, some Alpha’s are jerks, fingering, knotting, Paz is soft for his Omega
Word count:2k
Summary: Your heat hits early and Paz helps you take care of it
You’re walking through the halls of the compound, heading to speak to the Armorer about making new weapons for the foundlings when the camp’s Alpha’s start acting weird. They’re shooting you sidelong glances and inhaling deeply. You can only assume they smell your desperation for your own Alpha, Paz Vizsla, and they’re itching to take advantage. He’s been gone for over a week, two months after you bonded during his rut.
An Alpha approaches you, a new one to the compound, and asks about where Paz is but you brush him off. Everyone in the compound knows that he went on a scouting mission, trying to find more food and weapons for the clan. He snarls, you can hear it from under the helmet, as he sniffs at you and grabs you by the arm.
“I asked you where your Alpha is, Omega,” he snaps, fingers digging into the softness of your inner arm. The way he says ‘omega’, like it’s some kind of insult instead of a biological term pisses you off.
“Fuck you, where my Alpha is at is none of your business,” you snarl at him, wrenching your arm out of his grasp. You can smell him, rage and arrogance rolling off his frame in waves. “We don’t put hands on our Omegas here. Omegas are highly respected in this compound and if you mistreat one, especially one that’s already bonded, you’ll be out on your ass in a heartbeat,” you say, trying to send out a scent signal that you weren’t to be messed with.
“You should learn how to hold your tongue, Omega, it’ll get you into trouble. If you were my mate-“ he starts but a strong and familiar scent washes over you, relaxing you. It’s your own Alpha, back from his mission, and your own scent immediately mixes with his. His big strong hand wraps around your waist, pulling you against his armored chest.
“She’ll never be your mate, so it doesn’t matter what you think a mate should be,” he snaps, his scent as sharp as his tone and a tiny cramp hits your stomach. The other Alpha is helmeted, so you can’t read his expression, but you can smell it. He’s annoyed, angry, and defensive. He’s disrespected the clans head Alpha and his mate, he’s expecting a fight. Normally Paz would challenge him, he doesn’t allow newcomers to disrespect the clan, omegas specifically and definitely not his own bonded omega. You’re sure he’s getting ready issue a challenge when another cramp hits your belly. Paz smells your distress first, head snapping over as he looks at you. He sniffs again, a deeper sniff as he tries to decipher the other scent. He must find what he’s sniffing for because a low growl comes from deep in his chest and his scent turns red hot with anger.
It’s about the same time you realize what’s happening, because a third cramp hits your stomach and you realize what kind of cramps these are. Your heat is two weeks early and it explains the way some of the Alpha’s have been acting around you today. You try to rack your brain to figure out why it would be so early but you come up blank as the first waves of desire hit your core. Your oncoming heat is probably the reason this Alpha decided to try and strong arm you as well.
“I’ll deal with you later,” he growls and you can feel the anger in his voice. Another cramp hits your belly, stronger than the last three, and it almost doubles you over. Paz’s strong arms wrap around your waist and ushers you down the hall, back to your shared quarters. You pass Din Djarin on the way and vaguely hear Paz mumble something to him, but another cramp hits and you don’t hear what it is.
The two of them have formed an unlikely friendship since Paz started courting you and they’ve gotten closer since the two of you bonded. Later you’ll realize it had something to do with the Alpha who threatened you, but the first waves of desire are hitting your system and all you can think about is getting back your room. The scent of your heat must be getting stronger because Paz has to tell several other clan members to back off before you finally make it to your room.
As soon as the door shuts behind your bodies, you’re on him, clawing at his armor and his helmet while he chuckles and moves your hands so he can do it himself. The cramps have gotten worse and you take to rubbing your face on any part of him you can reach until he gets his helmet and undershirt off and he thrusts the cloth material at you. You inhale deeply, taking in the scent of your bonded mate as he fully undresses. It’s a brief reprieve from the pain as you soak in the scent of your Alpha. You’re mewling, a whimpering sound that shoots straight to Paz’s cock as he finishes undressing. Once he’s finished he works at your clothes, doing his best to get them in fewer motions than usual.
Finally, Paz has you both fully undressed and he’s on you immediately, scenting you and providing some relief to the ache in your belly. The waves of desire take over your body and you grind on his thick thigh to get some friction against your clit.
“My little Omega,” he groans, his full lips pressing against the mark he’d placed months ago, “you smell so good.” You sigh, pressing yourself against him as he works your shirt and pants off. One hand slips between your legs, large middle finger stroking your clit and you nearly collapse with relief.
“Alpha. Paz,” you cry out as he continues to stroke, “why is my heat early?” You cry, nearly sobbing with relief when he slips two fingers inside you. The relief is so intense that it brings you to the cusp of an orgasm immediately.
“It’s your first heat since we’ve been bonded,” he explains. “It makes sense that your heat would come early,” he drags some of your wetness around your clit with two fingers and you come undone, clutching to his shoulders as you come.
“I need more Alpha, please I need your knot,” you beg, grinding yourself on his thigh again. His chuckle reverberates through your body as he pushes you to the bed, grabbing some of your favorite blankets as he goes. He tosses them on the bed as he gives you an order.
“Present, Omega,” he commands, allowing the Alpha to drip into his voice. You scramble to obey, on your elbows and knees on the bed, back arched for him to see the slick between your legs. “Good Omega,” he purrs, sliding his fingers along the backs of your thighs and over the round of your ass. You preen at the praise, spreading further for him so he can dip two fingers inside you.
“Anything for my Alpha,” you croon, the submission in your voice prevalent. His fingers work your pussy, smearing the slick all over your clit as he preps you for him. Paz isn’t a small man and he wants to make sure he won’t hurt you as he slides home but your heat is hitting hard and you don’t want to wait.
“Alpha, please. Want your knot. Need it,” you plead, wiggling your hips and making your ass shake. You hear him start to protest but you whine, deep and needy in your chest. Whining for your Alpha to take you, fill you with his knot and his pups and his need for you takes over.
“I’ll be gentle, precious Omega,” he promises but you don’t care. You just want him to mount you, fill you, knot you. You whine again, pressing back against him as his hands grab your hips and his cock nudges at your pussy. “Tell me if it hurts,” he says, pressing the head into your slick-soaked entrance. You mewl, just the one small motion giving you intense relief and you press back, needing more. Paz growls, your need pressing primal desires deep in his chest as he pushes forwards.
“Pussy feels good, mesh’la,” he groans once he’s fully inside you, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. He drags himself back out, slow and steady, the head of his cock catching as he pushes back in. His pace is steady but it’s not enough for you, deep in the need of your heat. Your hips start moving, pressing back against him, fucking yourself on his cock. You’re panting, the word Alpha rolling off your tongue with the punch of his cock into you. You’re close again, pussy clenching on your Alpha and his heavy breaths let you know he’s close too. His fingers slip around to your front, wet from his mouth as he strokes your clit and begs you to come.
“Come for me, my pretty Omega, so I can give you my knot. Fill you with my seed, breed you full with my pups,” his words are like electric shocks to your clit as he strokes but he doesn’t let up. “Wanna see your breasts heavy with milk, see my younglings nursing from you with another heavy in your belly,” the idea of being full of his pups, his offspring, sends you over the edge. Your pussy clamps down, milking your Alpha as he reaches his own end. He groans your name, not Omega your actual name, as his knot swells and pops and locks the two of you together. He collapses on you for only the briefest moment before he rolls, pulling you into him as he spoons you, cock still buried deep inside you.
“I hope this takes, my precious Omega, I’d love to see your belly swollen with my pups,” he muses, hands stroking your belly softly. You mewl, hands and face searching out for your soft blankets that smell like your Alpha. Paz grabs them, covering your bodies with the softest and warmest blankets he can reach while still being connected to you. You rub your face over his arm while it’s tucked under your head, scenting him as much as you can from your position.
“Sleep my precious Omega, you’ll need your rest for the next few days. Your heat will be stronger since we are bonded now,” Paz explains, curling his body around you. You nod, eye closing with exhaustion as you dream of the future with your Alpha.
You wake in the morning, alone in your bed but surrounded your favorite blankets, with one of Paz’s shirts tucked right up against your face. Desire is the first emotion you feel, exhaustion from the night before is the second. The third you feel is love because when you raise up to find your Alpha, you realize that he built your nest for you in the middle of the night, finding the softest and best smelling items in your small home to surround you with. It’s not perfect but that doesn’t matter because your big, strong, scary Alpha built a nest for his Omega in the middle of the night. He comes in a half second later as tears fill your eyes at the sweet gesture.
“What’s the matter, my Omega?” He asks, dropping the caf and breakfast on the side table.
“You made my nest?” You sniffle and he chuckles.
“Of course, my sweet,” he offers,” our pups will want a nest and I need to know how to build one just in case.” He’s so kind and thoughtful and it makes you cry and forget about your heat for a moment. “Are these good tears?” He asks, a little hesitantly. You nod, digging your face into his neck and knowing that there’s no better Alpha out there in the world for you.
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Wake Up
It been months and Paz still hasn’t awakened.
Rating: General Audience
Authors Note: Sorry for misspelling.
Part 1 | Part 2
“He still hasn’t opened his eyes…” the doctor mutters, checking Paz’s vitals.
“How long has it been?” The nurse asks the doctor.
“It’s been a few months already.” The doctor replies, “He was stab in multiple places and shocked. I’m surprised he even survived something like this.”
Paz laid on the bed, so still. His eyes closed.
There hasn’t really been any progress lately. Since last month, he held Din’s hand and said something to him in Mando’lore.
Din goes to see Paz daily, he’ll sometimes bring Grogu and Ragnar. He doesn’t really like bringing the kids, but most of the time Ragnar begs Din if he could see him. As for Grogu, he’s aware what happened and is sad about it.
The Armorer couldn’t bare it anymore to see Paz in the state he is. So she started to stay behind. When no one was around she would let her emotions flow.
Din would stay by Paz’s side for hours. Just talking to him. He would hold his hand and just babble.
“Grogu learned a new word…and it’s not a good one.” Din said, “He claims it’s his favorite word. Oh, Ragnar cut his hair shorter. The Armorer she still works at the forge, Bo-Katan gets annoyed and literally has to drag her away. Just to get her to sleep.”
Din stops to take a breath. He stares at him, he looked so peaceful asleep. Din was on the verge of tears.
“Oh Paz…” Din cries softly, he lets his tears roll down his face “Please wake up…I miss you so much. Everytime I visit you, it hurts so much to see you like this.” He places his forehead against Paz’s.
He just image Paz’s voice just stop crying I’m not dead or dying. So stop worrying about me.
“I can’t help it…” Din cries.
Din misses Paz’s kisses, holding his hand, being held by him and just Paz being Paz. He wished that no one left him alone, someone stayed with him and fought along side him. But if they did, they would mostly likely been on the same boat as Paz. Or worse. It was only a miracle when he found Paz. If not found sooner Paz would be gone.
Bo-Katan walking into the into the hospital room. Din quickly cleans his tears.
“There is no need to hid those tears Din.” Bo-Katan said softly.
Din looks away.
Bo-Katan sighs, “Armorer refused to come along…she told me…it was to much for her.”
“I still understand her reasoning.” Din said softly.
Din fingers ran threw Paz’s hair. Holding his hand and just staring at him. Bo-Katan takes Paz’s other hand.
“I should stayed by your side. I should have never left you by yourself.” Bo said, “I wouldn’t be mad if you blame me.”
“Don’t blame yourself Bo. It wasn’t your fault. None is us knew this was going to happen.” Din tells her.
“Grogu and Ragnar wanted to come along. They kept asking me, so I brought them with me. Their in the waiting room with Fett.” Bo tells Din.
Din looks at her and dose a simple nod.
After what seem like forever, Din jolts because he felt his hand being squeezed. Bo looks to Din then back at Paz. Din looks at Paz, his heart was racing.
“Paz?” Din asked hesitantly.
There was only silence for a moment. Din’s heart sank.
“Oh…maybe he can hear us…” Bo said hopeful.
Just like that there was only silence once again. Until Paz slowly began to shift around. Paz slowly opens his eyes.
“You…two…are…so loud…”
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Chapters: 65/77
Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Din Djarin & Grogu | Baby Yoda, Din Djarin & Original Mandalorian Characters, Din Djarin & Paz Vizsla, Din Djarin/Omera
Characters: Din Djarin, Bo-Katan Kryze, Cara Dune, Luke Skywalker, Paz Vizsla, Axe Woves, Grogu | Baby Yoda, Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars), Din Djarin's Father, Tarre Vizsla, Original Characters, Boba Fett, Fennec Shand, Tristan Wren, Fenn Rau, Koska Reeves, The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV), Omera (Star Wars), Moff Gideon (Star Wars), Background & Cameo Characters, Winta (Star Wars), Migs Mayfeld, Pre Vizsla (flashback)
Additional Tags: Protective Din Djarin, Children of the Watch, Mandalorian Protectors, References to Star Wars Legends, Mand’alor Din Djarin, The Mandalorian Darksaber (Star Wars), Force-Sensitive Din Djarin, Father-Child Relationships, Some made up mando lore, Headcanon, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Din Djarin whump in some chapters, Moral Dilemmas, Tags May Change, Mandalorian Culture (Star Wars), Chock full of Mando OCs but they all have a part to play, Force Visions (Star Wars), Canon Divergence, Epic Bromance, Mandomera in later chapters, Good Parent Din Djarin, Worldbuilding, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Death Watch | Kyr'tsad (Star Wars), BoFenn in later chapters, Good Parent Paz Vizsla, slice of life chapters, Character Study chapters, Occasional Dark Themes, Background Relationships
Series: Part 1 of Honor Thy Clan
Summary:
The prologue begins at midpoint: Din Djarin has been Mand’alor for over a year. Survivors of the Purge are mostly war orphans raised on uncertainty and hidden fears, who lack proper guidance and combat training. They slowly see Din as a father figure as much as their sole ruler, while broken warriors piece their own lives back together. Din’s Covert is yet to be found. Unknown numbers of Mandalorians are scattered across the galaxy, awaiting a call to arms. Meanwhile, an ancient Mand’alor reaches out to Din in cryptic ways, blurring the lines between the past, present, and future. The long journey to healing and reclaiming Mandalore begins, and it would take the strongest to lead them.
FIRST PART of a two-part series. (Note: The first part happens before midpoint; the second part will cover events happening after.) Headcanons!! Slow, detailed world-building. Diverges completely from season 3.
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So here’s the dynamic I want going forward since we FINALLY seem to be circling back to the whole Din Is The Mand’alor By Right And Creed thing
Mand’alor Din Djarin and his military leader Paz Vizsla and his political advisor Bo-Katan Kryze (but they’re still a disaster together and Din and Paz regularly get into fistfights and Bo has to break it up and no one’s quite sure how they can so effectively and efficiently lead an entire planet but they’re Doing It)
#it’s like#a trope in my fanfics#but please it’s Right There And In My Grasp#I love this weird little trio and I Demand More Of Them#the mandalorian season 3#the mandalorian#din djarin#bo katan kryze#paz viszla
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I am considering the idea to write a Mandalorian × Guardians of The Galaxy AU as I think the concept of it would work so well in the star wars universe. I love GoTG so much so I came up with the characters and their backstories. This story is basically canon divergence. I'm taking elements of the video game and the movies to adapt this.
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Synopsis
The Guardians of the Galaxy are a infamous band of outlaws and misfits, who tend to do heroic deeds across the vast universe, fighting against the imperials and taking bounties to survive. They are heroes for hire. Brash Mandalorian bounty hunter Din Djarin is the self-proclaimed leader of the team, issuing command to exiled Princess and the deadliest woman in the galaxy Bo Katan Kryze, A former Ugnaught slave turned engineer and weapons specialist Kuill, Kuill's loyal droid partner and fellow bounty hunter IG-11, whose sole purpose is to nurse and protect and Paz Viszla, a Mandalorian seeking vengeance for the death of his son.
While attempting to capture a target for a wealthy collector amongst the stars, they discover more than they bargained for - a small force sensitive child who goes by the name Grogu. It sets off a chain of catastrophic events that threatens the peace of the universe. Din and his team must protect the child from all threats across the outer rim as a price is put on their heads. Can the Guardians keep Grogu safe before it is too late?
Characters
Din Djarin/Mando - A young boy who once grew up on the planet of Aq Vetina, Din Djarin was surrounded by music and prosperity. But his home planet was ravaged by an attack from separatist battle droids during the clone wars, where he lost his parents and everything he knew. He was rescued by Boba Fett and his band of mercenaries, who adopted Din as one of their own. He raised him as a foundling. Din learned the ways of Mandalorian culture and was bestowed his own armour. He served under Boba's criminal empire in Tatooine and was instrumental in helping him take back the throne from Bib Fortuna. Din eventually chose his own path and ventured into the galaxy to make a name for himself. He became a feared bounty hunter and made his rounds across the galaxy, collecting bounties and getting paid. He was an avid fan of music and would listen to his own Walkman everywhere he went. In his travels, he would encounter Bo Katan Kryze, Paz Viszla, Kuill and IG-11 as they become an unlikely band of misfits called the Guardians of The Galaxy. They became famed across the galaxy for their heroic efforts in helping Boba and his crew free Tatooine from the Pym Syndicate. They travel across the treacherous plains of the galaxy, becoming heroes for hire as they took on many bounties, including taking down imperial remnants. Din is level headed and must keep the team together. He is prone to bicker with his teammates. Din's life changes forever when he finds the young child Grogu. He takes him in and protects him from Moff Gideon and the empire.
Bo Katan Kryze - The former princess of Mandalore, who was exiled for the atrocities she committed with the death watch. She was once in possession of the darksaber, but she was forced to surrender it to the empire and her planet fell. She blames herself for the fall of Mandalore and for the death of her sister Satine at the hands of the Sith. She now wanders the outer rim, seeking to atone for her sins and leave her past behind her. She garnered a reputation as the deadliest woman in the galaxy due to her intimating nature. She is fuelled by anger and self hatred.That's when she meets Din Djarin, who gives her purpose and brings her onto the team. Serving the Guardians, she begins to find atonement in the team and gets the opportunity to right the wrongs of her past. Doing good for the galaxy allows her to be the person her family would have wanted. She has felt abandoned for most of her life and is scared of ending up alone. She has feelings for Din and so does he, but they are too scared to address what's going on between them. She is the only sane one among the team.
Paz Viszla - Paz is a Mandalorian who once served the religious sect The Children of the Watch but his tribe were eradicated by imperial forces. He lost everyone he cared about, including his son Ragnarr. He is fuelled by anger, seeking revenge against the empire and all that was left of it. He became an infamous killer and bounty hunter amongst the galaxy who is ruthless and violent with his targets. He takes metaphors too literal and doesn't think before he speaks. He keeps his helmet on at all times as a way of honouring the traditions of his fallen tribe. No one has seen his face ever and he likes to keep it that way. He likes to dive headfirst into battle and is deadly in combat. He and Bo Katan butt heads constantly over their ideals of Mandalorian culture and their differing views. He tries to avoid Grogu as he reminds him of his dead son. When Moff Gideon comes in the scene, he takes it as an opportunity to get revenge.
Kuiil - A former Ugnaught slave who served a lifetime of servitude under the empire, Kuill earned his freedom through hard work and dedication. He has good craftsmanship and mechanic skills, becoming an expert at weapons and all kinds of technology. As a ploy to escape, he seized the assassin droid IG-11 and reprogrammed him to be a protector and nurse droid. The two make their way across the galaxy, completing bounties in exchange for droid parts. Kuiil dreams of becoming a droidsmith and desires to leave this dangerous life behind him so he can plant his own farm and build droids to his heart's content. He is one step closer to freedom. He is decisive, stoic and wise, having his way with words. He serves as a peacemaker amongst the Guardians and knows how to convince others to trust him. He may be old, but he is swift and agile in the battlefield. He is a weapons specialist and carries many kinds of blasters and weapons he stole during his time on the run. He even builds his own weapons for his teammates and knows how to fix the razor crest if it needs repairs. He and Din constantly bicker about who is in charge and how to handle certain situations. He is good with creatures and knows how to tame them. He is famed for his skills in taming Boba Fett's rancor during their battle with the pym syndicate. He is very smart and knows how to strategise a plan.
IG-11 - IG-11 was once a personal assassin droid who took jobs for the empire. He was hired by the imperials to take down Ugnaught slave Kuill, who was considered meaningless to the galactic regiment. But his life was drastically changed when Kuill took him and reprogrammed him into a protector and nurse droid. He needed something at his side who could help him secure his freedom and the IG-series was the only person he could depend on. IG-11 became a bounty hunter and together with his partner and best friend Kuiil, they travel across the galaxy in search of jobs that could earn them freedom from the empire and mechanical parts they need in attaining retirement. They both trade droid parts across the galaxy and it led them to encounter Din Djarin. IG-11 becomes an integral member of the Guardians. He is a deadly and hostile combatant and expert marksman in battle, taking down enemies with firepower and his own strength. He can break a man's arm with his bare hands. He is highly protective of Grogu and carries him around in his napsack. He is willing to die for the child and offers to become a caretaker for him when Din and the rest of the Guardians are busy.
Grogu - Grogu is a force sensitive infant, who is the most sought bounty in the galaxy. Moff Gideon and the imperials are after him for their own nefarious purposes. When the Guardians take a job from the Client to retrieve the target as part of his collection, they head to the planet Arvala-7 to collect the bounty only to discover the child. Din decides not to take him back as he sees himself in the child and doesn't want to kill such an innocent soul. He and the Guardians take in the child, putting a hefty bounty on their heads as a result. Each of the Guardians take turns in looking after the child and keeping him away from danger. Grogu uses his force powers to save his newfound family on multiple occasions, but he passes out from exhaustion a few times. Grogu enjoys the thrilling life of travelling with the Guardians and grows fond of Din's music tastes. He is a fussy eater and searches for food whenever he can. He is basically everyone's child in the team. He enjoys taking fun rides in IG-11's pouch and dancing. The Guardians must protect him from imperial forces and bounty hunters that are after him.
Here is my character concepts. I will share the soundtrack, that will serve as the awesome mix for these Guardians. I can see Din being fond of music. But I hope you like these? Tell me if you want to see me write this.
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My idea of what Paz Vizsla’s face would look like
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Little one Pt. 2
Paz Vizsla x Fem reader
Requested by: @kchavez666 @canadian-snow-queen 💗💗💗
Warnings: Violence, Intimidating Paz, Smut! Swearing, use of a weapon, inappropriate use of the force!
A/n: 18+ If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!!!
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Y/n sat at the long table surrounded by Mandalorians, she was sitting in between Bo Katan and Din. The three ate in silence, while the rest of the room was full of chatter. Y/n could feel a hot gaze of someone staring at her, she discreetly glanced around the room only for her eyes to lock on a certain Mando, the big one in blue. Y/n felt her body tense up when he shifted, she didn't know what his obsession with her was, but she had a feeling she would find out.
Y/n walked into her room in the covert, it was a small cave, the entrance was covered by a contraption she rigged up. Y/n sat on her makeshift bed and fluffed her pillow, she jumped at the sound of metal on rock. She turned towards her door, Paz was standing there leaning against the rock wall.
Y/n pulled out her dagger and stood, walking sideways away from him, he tilted his head and crossed his arms over is chest.
"What do you want, Vizsla?" She asked.
A dark chuckle came from under the helmet, it made a chill run down her spine.
"Afraid?"
Y/n shook her head and gripped her dagger tighter, they began circling each other and readying themselves for the other to attack. Y/n ran at him and Paz pulled out his vibroblade, they clashed knives and he shoved her back. She dodged his swing and clipped his unarmored side, Y/n then jumped on his back and attempted to pull him to the ground. Paz grabbed her arm and yanked her off of him, slamming her to the wall with a loud thud. He held his blade to her neck, he dragged the cold steel across her skin, Y/n unintentionally moaned gripping the rock wall. Paz chuckled and pressed his knee between her legs, he leaned close to her ear, Y/n squirmed and tried to wiggle away but it was no use, he had her in his grips.
"You like that, little one?" He growled.
Y/n whimpered, she didn't want to answer him but she knew if she didn't Paz would make her talk.
"Use your words, Mesh'la." His voice was deep and laced with arousal.
"Y-yes. Please...I-I need more."
Paz picked her up and laid her down on her cot, he palmed at himself as he slowly stripped Y/n of her clothes. She gasped as the cold air hit her warm skin, making Paz's heart race, the very sight of her had his mouth watering. He was about to release his member from the confines of his flight suit when a sudden force of pleasure shot through his body, pulling a low groan from him. Paz looked down at Y/n's hand, noticing the small bit of movement. He realized what was happening, she was using the force to stimulated him. Paz's breathing became heavier as the sensation went straight to his cock, he didn't move, he just stayed there on one knee in front of her. Y/n smirked when she saw his fists clench and release, she was getting to him and he was letting her, this must feel amazing to him.
The groans that left him were sinful, his chest heaved as he came close to his orgasm. Y/n sat up and got close to him, taking off his chest plate and moving her hand at a faster pace.
"Fuck- ahhh." He groaned, tipping his head back as his cock twitch and cum ran from the tip.
Y/n smiled, finally freeing his dick and running her thumb over his sensitive tip. Paz gripped her should and pushed her down, he lined himself up with her entrance and thrusted in hard, making Y/n cry out.
"That's what I wanna hear." He slammed into her over and over again, ripping moans from the small woman.
He snaked his hand around her throat and squeezed, using her neck as leverage so he could get a better angle. Paz pressed his fingers against her clit and made quick circles against it.
"Pl-please! I-ahh!.....Paz, let me- let me cum!" She cried.
His fingers went faster as did his thrusts, making her back arch. Her chest pressed against his as she came, the warmth of her release pulling him over the edge with her.
A strained moan left Paz as he rested his head beside hers, riding out his high. He pulled out, his breathing ragged and heavy.
"So beautiful, Cyar'ika." He whispered.
Y/n smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, he held her to him and took in her warmth. She shiver when the cold cave air hit her back, Paz noticed and he rolled over and pulled the blanket over them.
Y/n snuggled up against his chest as Paz gently rubbed her back and whispering sweet things, he listened as her breathing slowed and she succam to sleep.
Paz laid there staring at the ceiling, the protective feeling setting in.
"You're mine, little one."
THE END ❤️
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Can I ask about two things? Blue Mando-Paz Feels and The Touch Barrier? Feel free to only answer one! This is @newpathwrites btw.
Hekk yeah I'll answer both, @newpathwrites!!! Let's goooo~
The Touch Barrier | Ver. 1 under the cut
Ah my lovely fic headcanons with no real name... The Google Doc I have my drabbles about Paz Viszla are on just a funny sheet called quite literally Blue Mando Paz Feels. We had so little Paz content at the time I began writing these in 2019, but when I tell you my mind went wild...
Big blue boi Mando had my heart from the get go, and I quickly envisioned a nameless little OC (that I have yet to get onto paper). I paired him with a gentle soul who has a heart bigger than her head, and shakes the moment a gun is put into her hands-- but I think that brand of softness may be just what he needed in this harsh lonely world Mandalorians are so used to. He's big, he's blue, and it's cuffing season.. all I gotta say on that.
Now that I've seen more of Viszla in Season 3 I HAVE NEW SOURCE MATERIAL MUAHAHAHA but (ach-hem) I really do think the newest episodes helped me figure out his 'voice' so I might pick these little stories back up!
//psst my favorite of these is one where oc/reader's helping him clean up after a yucky, muggy recon mission, seeing him scrub himself really hard and she fusses over how rough he's being-even with himself. I go into how to care for your beskar, some Din Djarin rivalry-ish backstory, and how SWEET Paz can be when he's treated gently... Perhaps I'll flesh this one out if there's interest?
But also... my beloved:
I answered a bit on my different directions on The Touch Barrier here... But I imagine you'll be most interested in the first iteration of it, so here's a snippet!!
"Are we ok?"
The helmet straightened up, fixed to you again from its nervous evasion. "What?"
"You look like a caged lothcat right now.." you shared, unable to hold back a smile. "And here I thought we were on hugging terms~"
Inside the beskar suit, Mando’s neck flared with heat. And before he could silence himself,
"..we are?"
You hummed noncommittally- betraying your whole-hearted desire.
"I hoped so. At least I thought we might be, based on how you boarded the other day. Unless you didn't necessarily want me there. After all, I know you were kinda having a hard time staying upright."
Only then did Mando's beskar curves slide more naturally into place. No longer bolted to the wall but angled catty corner to you.
He recalled the 'hug' referenced, but he also remembered how he'd cupped your head to him after you'd brought him up to the cockpit-- that one was for comfort. Not stability.
"I was. But that's not why I .."
–but before he fully finished his train of thought, the baby in the hold let out a frustrated garble of calls as a rolling ball clinked out of his reach. Each plunk echoed down the rungs until it rolled off to parts unknown. You snorted, wondering what on earth he was getting into up there.
"Gosh, that little guy. Sorry, what were you saying?" you recentered from your distraction.
With a lag in his shoulders, the Mandalorian thought the truth to be the best answer. But still wanting to answer to the Child, he nodded his head on for you to continue down to the hull, and he'd follow,
"I was just going to say," he answered, "I didn't do that because I couldn't stand on my own. i-i mean I couldn't, true, but the thing is, I 'wanted to'..."
His heart was thundering, some cracks in his words were audible,
"I was bleeding out all over the floor. But really, l I could think of was just how grateful I was that you hadn't been hurt. You were safe, and seeing you? I was relieved."
Now side by side in the open air cargo space you smiled, feeling a bit like the silly girls in the holonovels when they pushed their hair behind their ears.
"Well... For one, I'm glad you're not bleeding all over the floor."
That earned you a breathy laugh, "Thank you."
"And for two, I'm- glad you wanted to. Because I may or may not have been wanting to, myself.."
Mando paused in his strides. which you matched. Even though you were unable to read his expression, you gave a satisfied little smile with your answer,
"So… it sounds like we're on the same page."
"Sounds like we are."
The Child whined again, making both tip their head off to the side, perfectly in sync.
"I can go get him-- meet you back up top?"
"Okay." He nodded and they split.
Back in the cockpit, you wrangled the bouncing little potato sack. Mando turned when you came in, hearing you corral the kid trying to jump out of your arms to get a better view from his pram.
"Ok ok kiddo, good grief– your seat's but going anywhere!" You shrilled. Planted into his blankets, he sat back in content, swaying side to side, taking in the stars and clusters they were passing in awe.
"Handful?"
"More like tryin'a be a hand-empty, the little wiggle worm." you sassed. His playfighting was all in good fun.
The Mandalorian spun to meet you. First and foremost, you know he'd set the locks on the overhead panels on the side wall, but then he surprised you when he faced fully after you readjusted your clothes the kid had tugged every which way.
"You're good with him. He seems happy to have someone else around." He complimented, stepping into your space.
Then- finally- meeting your sparkling eyes with all their silent anticipation of his arms, he wrapped around you to pull you in. You locked him in by the waist.
Then, slightly softer, he nearly whispered, "and.. he's not the only one."
Smushed slightly into his flight suit padding above his chest plate, you smiled. The pats you gave him back passed assurance and as much comfort as you could manage in this relatively tiny hunk of metal in the vast black dust of space.
"Feeling's mutual, hon."
Hope you liked it!! More of this may come one day...
...dangit.. now I wanna finish this. (le sigh)
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Summary - Paz finds something unexpected in the lake and is captured by their beauty.
Tagging - @dukeoftheblackstar
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Kicking off NaNoWriMo aka try to get my number of wips down a little with final dincobbpaz kitty month fic with feral Cobb as a treat for me 💜
The man’s armour is dark, the pitted surface made darker by the soot smeared over the surface, and Cobb’s fingers itch. He wants to know, wants to crack open the other man’s chest and crawl inside to shelter from a sandstorm only to see him back up afterwards, wants to break his knuckles against the plane of his helmet just to leave his own mark on the surface so that someone else would remember him after he’s dead. Cobb slinks forward, hips twisting one way and his knees going another, a collection of angles strung into something too stubborn to know he should’ve laid down and decayed decades ago, and reaches for the man’s thigh.
Hand on his wrist, pulling him forwards, balance already three-ways fucked and not going to get any better.
“Fuck off or I’ll break your wrist.”
“Would you?” Cobb blinks down at his own reflection distorted in the slight curve of a helmet, the dark sheen of the visor trembling with every laboured breath. There’s still blood in his hair, dried now and just beginning to flake away, his grin wide and showing off every tooth, the gold replacements catching the firelight and shining.
#the mandalorian#star wars#DinCobb#CobbPaz#DinPaz#dincobbpaz#din djarin#Cobb Vanth#paz viszla#my writing#fanfic#nanowrimo
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Kinktober Day 8- Creampies
Pairings: Paz Vizsla x AFAB!Reader
Word Count: 1200
Warnings: Creampies, condoms don’t exist on this blog, a little cum play, PiV, this is a Paz Vizsla Stan blog
A/N: My writing is getting worse with each passing prompt and I’m sorry
Every couple has its ‘thing’ right? Well Paz’s thing is creampies. He loves watching his come drip out of you after he’s blown your back out. He loves taking two thick fingers and pushing his coke back inside you, making you jerk from over-sensitivity. He loves knowing that when you’re in a meeting, helmet on and sitting in your most intimidating posture, that his come is dripping out of your pussy. He really loves fucking you right before bed, leaving his come inside you all night long, then fucking more into you first thing in the morning.
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“Paz!” You cry, his hand pressed down hard on your lower back to bend you into the position he wants. This is the second time tonight that he’s fucked you, specifically in this position. He’s been insatiable lately, not that you’re complaining.
“I need to come inside you again,” he grunts, one leg extended back to give him more power. You’ve already come twice, you’re just trying to keep yourself upright until he finishes this time. You contract on him, flexing the muscles in your lower half to help him along and it works. He stutters, his thrusts getting sloppy, and then he thrusts all the way in and groans. His legs give out on him and both of your bodies crash to the bed. He rolls slightly, wrapping his arms around your body.
“Feel better?” You ask, panting and patting him on the arm. He groans, digging his face into the back of your neck, rubbing his stubble over the sensitive skin. He’s also still breathing heavily as he presses your bodies together. “Ready to get some sleep now?” You ask, doing your best to grip the blanket with your toes and pull it up where you hands can reach. Paz grunts his affirmation and then helps, covering your bodies before he wraps himself around you again. It takes approximately 3 minutes for his breathing to get heavy, 4 more minutes for his grip to slacken a little, and 3 more minutes for him to start snoring. He’s worn you out so much that it only take a couple minutes for you to join him.
The next morning comes quick and Paz is up before you, as usual. He’s softly caressing your skin, his large hands traversing your body.
“You awake?” He asks, his voice still rough and husky from sleep. You grunt in response, rolling and allowing your legs to fall open. Your brain isn’t fully awake but your body is. He kisses his way down the side of your neck, shifting so his body is hovering over yours. His lips press against yours, lazy kisses that steal your breath. He’s hard and heavy between your thighs, pressing up against the soft inner skin of them. “Did you keep my cum inside this sweet pussy all night?” He asks but you’re still too tired to answer. “I’ll check for myself,” he concedes, dipping under the blankets to look. “You did good baby,” he compliments, fingers swiping through the mess. “But I think you can take another,” he tells you as he kisses his way back up your body. “You okay? Need me to prep you?” He asks and you shake your head.
“Just go slow, I’ll be okay. I’ve taken you with no prep before,” you remind him, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and bringing his face down to yours. Your tongues meet as he uses a hand to line himself up, pressing his head gently inside you. You hiss as he presses in, but because it feels good. Your slick combined with his leftover spend from the night before makes his entrance easier.
“You feel so good,” he groans, dropping his head in the crook of your neck. He pushes in a little further, teeth biting in on the soft skin of your neck. Your own hands come up to dig at the skin of his back, nails biting softly. He pulls out a little, pushing back in a little more. His scruff scratches your skin as he dips his chin to bring a nipple in his mouth. You’re fully awake now, arching up into him and bringing your hips further down on his cock. He’s got one hand on your hip to steady both of you and he starts short thrusts. Paz switches breasts, sucking at your opposite nipple as your breathing gets sharp.
“Paz, I love you,” you cry, hands shifting to grip his broad shoulders. He grunts back the sentiment, his thrusts getting stronger and sharper. Your hips move in time with his, pushing down as he’s pressing up and he’s giving you these sexy little grunts under his breath. It stays like this for a minute, both of you just enjoying the feeling of the other, the feeling of being connected like this. He’s whispering sweet nothings as he continues his rhythm.
Eventually though, he needs more friction, so he pushes back on his knees, pulling your ass against his thighs. “Can’t wait to fill you with my cum,” he grunts, hands on your hips. His thrusts kick up several notches right away with this new angle. Both your bodies notice the immediate change and when he moves a hand to thumb at your clit, you know you won’t last.
“Fuck Paz!” You cry, your body contracting on him and making him grunt.
“Keep that up and this won’t be long,” he warns but he feels so good you don’t care. He swipes at your clit again and your body contracts once more, making him hiss. He’s knocking up against something hot and heavy in your core and when you combine that with the way his thumb feels on your clit, you’re teetering on the edge of bliss. “Are you going to come all over my cock? Make a mess on me?” He asks, thrusting just a little harder and that’s all it takes to throw you over the edge. You cry out his name, your hands moving to grip his forearms. He works you through it, letting your pussy contract on him as you come down, his teeth gritting with the effort of not coming himself. Once you come down, he wraps his arms around your back, pulling you up chest-to-chest with him. Your own arms wrap around his broad shoulders as he brings your mouths together. He holds you in place as he fucks up into you, surrounding your body with his.
It doesn’t take him long like this, with your whole body wrapped around him, to reach his end. His hips stutter and he buries his face in your neck before he presses all the way in and groans. He jerks slightly, probably overstimulated from being inside you, before he brings his mouth back to yours. The pair of you lazily make out, basking in the glow of morning sex.
“Do you have meetings today?” He asks, bodies still connected. You nod at him, explaining.
“We’ve got some other coverts coming in to see about trading resources and I think Din is coming by today to talk about getting his little green goblin fitted for some armor today,” you tell him, mentally going through your checklist.
“Mhmm, I can’t wait to see you during the day, knowing my cum is dropping out of your pussy,” he tells you, low and husky in your ear.
“I’m sure you’ll find ways to remind me,” you chuckle, kissing him.
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