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So do you have any headcamons for coming to the clan nd joining either pregnant or with a child and Paz immediately getting super protective over you?
whew
do i have headcanons
u bet ur ass i do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i have hcs for both and im in a good mood bc it's sinday so u get both!
coming to the clan and joining while pregnant
so i'm thinking if you're coming to the clan to join while pregnant, the one who got you pregnant is not in the picture
ofc, this could be for a few reasons, im leaning towards your partner being dead, but they could've run off and abandoned you too
but whatever way it happens, you're alone and pregnant, with little to no way to defend yourself
your village is attacked by pirates, and the nearby mandalorian covert comes over to help
the pirates had made it obvious they were looking for people to sell to slavers, and a pregnant woman sells pretty damn well, unfortunately
one of the surviving village members decides that this means it's your fault, so you're exiled
the mandalorians who'd stuck around to help are not happy to hear this, especially the large one in blue armor with heavy artillery
he immediately declares that you'll come with them, and will be welcome in their clan for as long as you require
stunned by the generosity, and with nowhere else to go, you accept
they're very kind, for all that you've heard about mandalorians as barbaric warriors, and their medic makes sure to give you a full checkup, and even gives you your very first ultrasound
your assimilation into the clan goes smoothly, but you can't help but notice your very big, very unsubtle blue shadow that follows you around and gets you anything and everything you need
it's weeks before you even learn his name, and even that's an accident, when the clan bounty hunter comes back and remarks that Paz seems very attached to you
you blink in confusion, especially when the bounty hunter-beroya, you remember from the mando'a lessons, literally facepalms to the amusement of his tiny gremlin kid
the beroya marches over to your shadow, Paz you know now, and they have a quick and heated discussion in mando'a far too fast for you to understand
but it was clearly about you, because afterwards, Paz becomes more than your shadow
he converses with you, eats with you, keeps you company, and even-at your request-attends your prenatal checkups with you
it's nice to have a friend, but you very quickly realize that what you're beginning to feel for your mandalorian shadow isn't friendship
especially not when you're in your bed late at night, horny as hell, and unable to really do anything about it with your stomach in the way
or when he sits close to you, his hand on your lower back for support, his low voice soothing and enticing in equal measures
or when you see him spar with other members of his clan, shirtless and sweaty, a huge mass of muscle, strong and vicious in ways that make you want
one night you're in your bed, nearly crying with frustration because you're so damn horny but you can't do a fucking thing about it
you're trying so hard to resist but you just can't anymore
so you fit one of your pillows between your legs, rocking back and forth to try and relieve the empty feeling inside you and to quell the fires burning in your belly
and in a moment of weakness, you call out Paz's name, lost in your fantasies
lo and behold, guess who happens to be walking by?? the man himself
he's worried you're hurt, so he comes inside, only to realize that you're definitely not injured
in literally any other instance you'd be embarrassed
but you've been sexually frustrated for months and the man of your literal dreams is standing in front of you
you snap that he can either come and help you or he can leave, but if he doesn't do something you might actually scream
he snaps out of his shock and decides there are worse things than getting to worship your body like he's been dreaming about
in the aftermath of your... ahem, activities, laying in bed with Paz, he whispers a confession that he wants more than just the occasional fuck
you're looking at him, hoping and praying he's saying what you think he's saying
he tells you that he thinks he might be in love with you, and if you'll permit him, he'll marry you and bring you into his clan, and if you wish it, he'll say the gai bal manda to your child, but even if you don't, he'll still love them and ensure they're raised to want for nothing
you kiss him, because you don't have the words to explain just how much you want that too, and you'll take anything and everything he offers you
coming to the clan and joining with a child
so, in this hc, i'm vibing with the idea that your ex was abusive in some manner, and so fearing for your lives, you flee him with your child
except the problem is he's rich, and he hates the idea that you escaped him, because in his mind you belong to him, so he hires Din to "retrieve his property"
Din takes the job, and upon realizing that "property" means you and your kid, he immediately abandons the job (bc he's got a kid of his own now and like hell is he gonna make the same mistake twice) and brings you to the covert
they're all equally furious as Din, to your surprise
Paz (who i've just decided is the Mand'alor in this hc) takes Din aside and tells him to go "take care" of your ex quietly
and then he immediately assigns himself as your protector
now, coming from an abusive relationship, you're v skittish around men, and even though your ex wasn't particularly large or physically intimidating, he still hurt you so the back of your mind is saying that Paz has the potential to be far more dangerous even if you haven't seen any examples of that
so you're very much shy around him and often v scared and skittish
it makes Paz so sad to see but he understands, and keeps his distance while also making sure to do whatever he can to make you feel safe
now your kid on the other hand
they're old enough, i'm thinking 8-10?
they're used to being afraid of dear old dad and also feeling hopeless about not being able to protect their momma
so being brought into a covert of warriors who have zero issues training children from a young age to fight??
they're ecstatic!
because not only can they protect themselves, they can get strong enough to protect you too
and they see Paz as the head of the covert and the heavy artillery master, and they imprint like a baby duckling
they follow him around and try to mimic him in everything he does
the entire covert thinks it's adorable
Paz is worried at first that you'll be upset since you're so skittish around him
but you decide to see how it plays out, and honestly it's kind of a test, because you've often found the easiest way to see the measure of a person is how they treat kids
and Paz absolutely loves your little one
he's so good and patient with them, he takes their training seriously and often personally trains with them
your kiddo loves them too, and Paz helps them acclimate so damn well
which is why when you find your kiddo sobbing in your rooms one afternoon apologizing for being the reason that you'll have to leave the covert you're very concerned
after much prying you find out your baby accidentally called Paz the word for 'dad' in your language, and now thinks Paz is going to kick the two of you out
you don't know how to fix this, but you know you have to try, because Paz is the first good and positive male figure they've been able to latch on to in their life and you don't want them to lose this, and also you really don't want to leave either
so you go to find Paz, and you find him on his throne, clearly very lost in thought
he's shocked to see you seeking him out, but he begins to apologize, because while he didn't understand the word your kid said, he was worried he'd done something to hurt them, and you'd put your trust in him that he wouldn't so he's afraid you've come to yell at him
you cross your arms and very sternly inform him that your child has come to see Paz in a father figure role, and you need to know how he feels about this, because if he's going to reject your baby, you need to know so you can attempt to mitigate the heartbreak
Paz stares at you for a moment and asks what you'd do if he said he'd be honored if your kid thought of him as a father and that he would ask your permission to adopt your kid as well to help your baby understand that Paz isn't going anywhere and that he's wanted
you're moved, practically to tears, all the fight draining out of you
you never could've imagined your baby getting this, and all you wanna do is say yes, so you begin to nod and agree, so overwhelmed
which is when Paz stands from his throne and makes his way towards you, where he tells you that as much as he loves your kid, he'd also be interested in starting something with you, that he admires you so much, and you've raised your kid so well, and he would like nothing more than to begin courting you
you're struck dumb, but you're also flattered, and you can't deny that seeing how Paz acts with your child gives you hope for how he might treat you as a partner
so, you agree to a tentative courtship, which quickly blossoms into more
...
i might have gotten carried away, but I hope you enjoy these!! maybe I'll turn them into stories down the road!
#asks#sleepover!#lynn's sleepover#asked and answered#paz vizsla#paz vizsla x reader#headcanons#paz vizsla hcs
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Ragnar, newly orphaned, taking the Creed (again) and watching Grogu get adopted/become an apprentice
#you guys are getting adopted?#honestly where’s the justice for Ragnar#my boy has been orphaned twice#and nearly killed by giant monsters twice#give him a win#ragnar vizsla#I see hc’s that axe takes him under his wing and I love that#the mandalorian#paz vizsla#baby grogu#din grogu#grogu djarin#star wars#sw#paz viszla#mandalorian spoilers
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217 with paz pls🥺
Home Is Where The Heart Is
Summary: You visit Paz at one of his conference after not having seen him for a long time.
Pairing: sugar daddy!Paz Vizsla x fem!Reader
Wordcount: 9.1k | Rating: E (18+ only!)
Warnings: explicit sexual content, dom!Paz, sub!Reader, a whole lot of size kink, hints of exhibitionism, unprotected sex, idiots in love, kind of a fake relationship agreement not really a sugar daddy arrangement, lots of checking in and pausing due to size difference (Paz’s BDE is real), crying during sex (from pleasure not pain, Paz makes sure of that), just pure fluff and happiness but also they are idiots in love so remember that
Prompts: #3 “I'd hold onto something if I were you.” + #32 “I just wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.” + #217 “Can you help me with this zipper?” + “There we go.”
Thank you, anon and @adancedivasmom for sending in these prompts! I know it has been a very long time in the making but inspiration strikes when it strikes and I wrote over half of it in the last 48 hours. It drifts from fluff to pure filth back to utter fluff and I just love how idiots in love I can put in with these two. They have the most unconventional relationship (again, a reminder that this is not an actual sugar daddy dynamic, it is just a kind of very unusual meet cute) so of course they will also have an unusual way of perceiving and revealing their feelings for each other. You can find the Masterpost to this AU here (including some hcs). I really had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you have a lot of fun reading it as well. Pretty please let me know what you think in a comment or a reblog, they really do mean the world to me and motivate me so much when it comes to writing and sharing my little brain babies. ❤️
masterlist | crossposted on AO3
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“How is my favourite cat?”
“She is busy knocking over the flowers you sent over.”
Crash!
You sighed.
“Maybe we should really invest in these break-safe vases your sister recommended,” you murmured, trying to sit up so you could peek over the edge of the sofa. Safe enough, Snowball was sitting on the sideboard in the entryway, peering down at the shards as if it was as much a mystery to her as it was to you.
“That doesn’t sound like such a bad idea,” Paz chuckled, rubbing his chin, “I will text her tomorrow.”
The sound of his laugh seemed to get Snowball out of her thoughts and she bounded for the sofa you were currently laying on. With a loud meow, she jumped onto the armrest, laying low so she could butt her little face next to yours, in plain view of the camera.
“Look who has come to say hello,” you smiled, tilting the phone so he could see her more clearly. Your other hand reached up to scratch her little chin.
“New York’s most important cat,” he agreed and you hoped the phone would pick up the purr she let out as she leant into you.
“She misses you,” you murmured, “She hardly stopped staring at the door yesterday.”
As soon as the words left your mouth you wanted to take them back. You had sworn to yourself, in the early days of your fake relationship or whatever it could be called, that if there was one thing you would do it was to lift Paz up. And if that required you to hide how much you missed him (ridiculous amounts, really) then so be it.
“I miss her too,” he sighed, “And you.”
“How is the trip so far?” you asked, trying to sound more chipper, “Are the investors as happy as you’d hoped?”
“They are as boring as I expected them to be,” he shrugged before a slight smile formed on his lips, “But I cannot wait for the shareholder’s dinner on Saturday. Are you still planning to come?”
“Of course, I am,” you said indignantly, sitting up at the, “We haven’t seen each other in three weeks!”
Paz laughed, “I am sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean any offence,” his face softened, “Briggs will pick you up on Friday for the flight so you have time to relax. There shouldn’t be a lot of appointments I made sure –“
“Mr Vizsla? There is – oh.”
You could see one of his assistants in the background, clearly only now releasing that he was in a private conversation. There was a quick flash of displeasure on Paz’s face that disappeared as soon as you noticed it and you were sure that it was only because you knew him so well by now that you had recognized it.
“It’s all right,” you soothed him, already seeing the apology on his face. He had once said he hated goodbyes, especially because they were never his choice, and you could see it now, too, the way he seemed to be searching for the right words to appease you.
“I will see you in a few days,” you smiled, “I can’t wait.”
“Me neither, sweetheart,” he sighed, “Give Snowball some kisses from me, yeah?”
*
You spent the week feverishly preparing for your trip. It was funny to think that the part of your relationship that you found the most luxurious was the one that was actually at the core of your arrangement. Paz was lonely and on many occasions, his advisors advised, would work in his favour if he had a female companion to fulfil the picture of the man who had his life together. So somehow your accidental match on a drunken night had led to you being his travel companion. And the platonic companionship had quickly developed into something … not quite platonic.
To think that a stupid drunken idea by your friend had led you to sit on your bed, surrounded by the prettiest dresses you had ever seen and contemplating which one to take.
The doorbell rang you out of your thoughts and you laughed when Snowball skittered over the wooden floorboards to greet her second favourite man in the world.
“Briggs, you are early,” you greeted the older man with a smile and no venom in your voice. If there was one person on Paz’s team that made you feel welcome, it was him. Paz’s most trusted advisor and, quite tellingly, also yours.
“Good morning, Miss,” he nodded at you, straightening his tie before bending down to pet a purring Snowball, “Good morning, Miss Snowball.”
“You know you can call me by my name,” you reminded him as you made your way back to your bedroom and your half-packed bag.
“Old habits die hard, Miss,” the older man called from the living room, “Are you quite ready? I have arranged a car to take us to the airport, it should be here in five minutes.”
You rushed into the bathroom and picked up your already prepped toiletries bag and stuffed it into your suitcase. It might just be a weekend trip but if there was one thing you had learned when travelling with Paz Vizsla for business it was that it was always safe to pack two fancy outfits for every occasion – just in case.
“Five minutes should be enough,” you answered, “I got most of the packing done yesterday, I just need your help with something.”
When you popped your head through the door, you spotted Snowball rubbing herself against Briggs’s legs as the man primly sat in an armchair. He turned to look at you and the two dresses you were holding up. “Which one do you think –“
“The dark blue one,” the man decided with a nod, already knowing what you were going to ask, “Mr Vizsla has his dark blue tie with him, that should harmonize nicely.”
“Thanks,” you sighed a breath of relief, carefully folding the dress on the very top before closing the bag, “I can always count on you to make the best choices.”
“And to be on time,” the man added, standing up and running his hands over his jacket, “Which means that we should get going if do not want to miss our plane.”
*
The conference meeting Paz was attending took place on the coast, in one of those fancy beach hotels that looked like it was a luxury that had survived from the last century. It was stunningly beautiful and you found yourself admiring the golden accents and hand-painted wallpapers before you could even start to really appreciate the tastefully quiet piano player in the corner.
“Welcome, are you checking in?” the receptionist greeted you as another employee loaded your suitcase on a golden luggage trolley.
“Uh yes, I am here to join Mr Vizsla,” you answered, always feeling a little nervous when you had to make your connection to him known.
Recognition dawned on her face. “Ah yes,” she typed something into the computer before handing you a key card, “Mr Vizsla told us to be expecting you. Here’s your key card, you’ll need it for the elevators and all the amenities which you will find on the second floor. Just around the corner here,” she leant towards you and pointed towards a little nook, “take the elevator up to the eighteenth floor and you will find your room on the right side of the hall. Do you need anything else?”
You nodded, taking the card in hand. “That would be all for now, thank you.”
“Should I have your bags brought up?”
“That would be kind, thank you,” you smiled at the young man who hurried your bag away.
Briggs, who waited behind you for his turn to check in, cleared his throat. “Mr Vizsla is still in some talks, I’m afraid but if you like I could organize a dinner reservation for you.”
Shame filled you when you remembered what time it was. You hadn’t even thought about food. “I think, I will be fine, Briggs, thanks, I will just get some room service.”
The older man nodded, “Then a very good night, Miss. I shall see you tomorrow.”
“Good night, Briggs.”
*
The suite Paz stayed in was, not to anyone’s surprise, absolutely gorgeous. The bedroom was large and the bed the largest you had ever seen. You smiled when you saw one side completely untouched – your side – and his clothes neatly folded on one of the armchairs. The wall opposite the bed was dominated by a flat-screen TV and the little desk by the window could barely be seen through piles and piles of paperwork.
After tipping the bellboy, you immediately took off your shoes and buried your toes in the soft cream carpet. You always dressed for comfort when it came to travelling but there was still nothing better than unpacking your suitcase and putting on your pyjamas for a comfortable night in.
You had just checked your cameras at home (Mrs Marigold had been so kind to volunteer and check in on Snowball every day) and made sure that Snowball was comfortable and taken care of when your phone vibrated with a new message.
Paz: Talks take even longer than expected. Don’t wait for me.
Then, just a moment later, another message popped up.
Paz: I am glad you are here.
You: Should I order some food for you? Gonna get some room service.
Paz: Got dinner here but I can recommend the tacos on there, had them yesterday and they were delicious.
You smiled at the screen, sending him a quick heart emoji. Already feeling closer to the. And so, you ordered yourself the tacos, watched reruns of The Nanny and lounged on the bed, already knowing that tomorrow you would wake up with Paz beside you.
*
You flinched up, eyes wide open as something woke you. You just didn’t know what. It took you a moment to realize you were in a hotel room and not at home. Someone was beside you and your heart stopped in fright for a second before it resumed beating in your chest.
It was Paz.
“I’m sorry,” the man whispered in the dark, scooting behind you, “I missed you.”
You smiled, relishing in the heat of his body against yours. He was shirtless and his mouth on your shoulders made you giggle. But your smile faded when he shifted away from you and the bed lifted with someone taking their weight off it.
“What are you doing?” you mumbled, reaching your arm behind you only to find cold sheets.
“I need to shower,” he grumbled, “I stink.”
“Don’t go,” you pleaded, “We can shower tomorrow.”
You could hear the grin in his voice, “We?”
The blanket was lifted again and he was back behind you, so close not even a sheet of paper would have found space between your bodies. In the back of your mind, you wished you weren’t as tired, that you could appreciate his presence more. But then his arm wrapped around your middle and his breath fanned over your neck and you felt the happiest in weeks.
“Yes,” you murmured, closing your eyes again and allowing your body to drift back to sleep, “We.”
*
It was barely light out when you woke again.
“Paz?” you asked, sleepily, reaching for him only to find the space beside you empty. Again. You sat up, afraid that perhaps all of it had been a dream. What if Paz hadn’t come last night? What if something had happened?
Blinking, you finally found your focus and heard the water shut off in the bathroom. Moments later, Paz came in, a towel wrapped around his hips and you bit your lip. In the curtain-clad twilight of the room, it seemed he had not noticed yet that you were awake, sneaking his way to the wardrobe and taking out a new dress shirt.
You let your eyes roam over the broad expanse of his back, how the muscles bunched and flexed as he moved through the room. There was that spot just under his shoulder blade that you loved to run your hands over and if he just turned around – ah yes, there was that tattoo that you traced with your fingers.
“I thought we would shower together?”
Paz looked up, his dark eyes meeting yours and even in the dim light, you could see the smile on his face. He let the shirt fall and with two big steps, he was at the end of the bed, crawling towards you as you let the blanket fall from your chest and wrapped your arms around his neck. He breathed in deeply, his nose running over your jaw. And then his lips were on yours and you got to kiss him for the first time in weeks.
You hummed, smiling against him as your fingers played with the soft hairs at the nape of his neck, still a little damp from his shower. His mouth was gentle on yours and the stubble on his chin let you know he hadn’t shaved today.
“I missed you, sweetheart,” Paz whispered between kisses, his mouth wandering to your jaw. You closed your eyes, your arms loosening around him as you tilted your head to the side to give him more access. “Did you miss me too?”
“Uh huh,” you brought out, his large hands cupping your face, his entire hand spanning your jaw to behind your ear, “Missed you so much.”
“Can’t wait for the dinner tonight,” he said, turning your head so he could kiss you on the mouth again, his tongue slipping between your lips. You shuddered, your fingers combing through the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. You loved seeing him in his professional get-ups with his hair slicked back and his sharp-cut suits. But there was something to say about how different he looked when he was just freshly showered. He looked much lighter, brighter and overall softer. Like a truer version of himself that you knew he hid when he attended meetings like these.
“Briggs helped me choose the dress,” you murmured, leaning more and more into him, “You will love it.”
“I’ll be sure to thank him,” he whispered back, pulling you against him and leaning back until you straddled him, “I have a meeting this morning as well. I am afraid I won’t have more time for you until tonight.”
“When will you need me?” you asked, taking in how soft he looked. There was no frown between his eyebrows, and he looked so … peaceful and relaxed.
He was silent for a moment, his eyes fluttering as you traced your finger over his jaw. “I always need you,” he whispered and closed his eyes, turning his face to the side and pressing a kiss to your palm, “I swear I don’t know how I ever got through these things without you.”
“I am sure you did fabulously,” you assured him with a smile, kissing the corner of his mouth, “And it will all be over tonight.”
“It will all be over tonight,” he repeated in a murmur, “And then I can show you how much I missed you.”
*
Hours later, the ringing phone woke you from your dreams.
“Hello?” you asked groggily into the speaker, feeling even more tired than when Paz had left you this morning to attend the very last meetings.
“Good morning, Miss, this is the reception calling,” a woman chirped from the other end, “Mr Vizsla asked us to remind you of your spa appointment in an hour.”
You huffed with a smile. That was so typical of him.
“Thank you,” you murmured, “I really would’ve forgotten about it.”
“Would you like to order room service for breakfast?”
“Uh, yeah,” you asked, looking frantically around for the menu, “I, uh, I don’t know what I want yet …”
“May I suggest our breakfast special?” the woman on the line suggested candidly, “It has some fresh pressed orange juice, coffee, pastries and eggs however you want them.”
“That sounds good,” you nodded, “Could I have them scrambled please?”
“Of course, I will have it brought up shortly.”
*
When the afternoon was nearing its end, you felt more relaxed than ever in your life.
Paz had booked what felt like the entire spa menu for you and after all kinds of massages, treatments and relaxing sauna visits, you felt like you were living on a cloud. But truly the best thing about your spa visit was that it distracted you from the entire day you had without Paz. Because as soon as you opened the door, you were greeted with your very favourite sight.
Paz Vizsla was clad in only briefs as he unglamorously hopped into a new pair of slacks.
His face turned up and a blinding smile came onto his lips. A smile you could only reciprocate.
And before you knew it you hurried into his arms and he hold you against his chest, stumbling from how his feet were tangled into the piece of clothing but you couldn’t care less when he kissed you like a man starved.
“Remind me to never go this long without seeing you,” he grunted between kisses, “I always hate it.”
You couldn’t answer from how his tongue was playing with yours, your core clenching at how close he was. Stars, you wanted to do other things than preparing for dinner.
And it seemed that Paz wanted that too because his hands cupped your ass, pushing you against him and there was definitely a prominent bulge pressing against your hip.
“When’s the dinner start?” you asked breathlessly, running your hand over his warm chest before tracing your fingers over his lower stomach.
Paz’s hips surged forward, urging you to touch him and you could feel your cheeks and frankly your entire body heat up with want. “Too soon,” he answered, sitting down on the edge of the bed and pulling you between his legs. His hand shifted to your hips and he looked up at you.
The bathrobe you had worn to the spa gaped open at the neck and you watched him tug at the fuzzy belt with a smirk. The cool air caressed your bare skin and could feel your nipples harden under Paz’s admiring gaze.
You lifted your knee to the bed right next to his hip, hoping to look as enticing as possible. “Don’t you think we have enough time for a –“
“I am not going to have the first time I fuck you in weeks be a fucking quickie,” Paz complained, though his hands did pull you closer for a minute, “I want to take my time with you, make you feel good.”
“You always make me feel good.”
“I could make you feel better.”
“Paz,” you whined when he pushed your leg off him, making you stand again, “Please.”
But the large man was not to be swayed, even with his erection too prominent to ignore, “Not yet, sweetheart, just let us get through this dinner first.”
“And what about you?”
“What about me?”
You pointedly looked at his crotch.
“Don’t you worry,” he grinned, “I am going to take care of that and then I am going to take care of that tuxedo Briggs got me to bring.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“But you love me for it.”
And the sad truth was: You did.
*
“Can you help me with this zipper?” you asked, turning your back to a just-emerging-from-the-shower Paz, “I can’t reach it.”
Paz did not let you wait, immediately stepping behind you, the heat of his body radiating onto your back. “You look so beautiful,” he said, his fingertips grazing your bare skin before getting a hold of the zip. It was a dark blue silk dress, one that accentuated and hugged your curves and made you feel irresistible with the deep back and swooping neckline.
“We’re in partner look,” you joked, glancing at the dark blue tie he was wearing, “You look very handsome, Mr Vizsla.”
He grinned, turning you around, “And I am sure no one will notice when I am accompanied by a beautiful woman such as yourself.”
And you were proven right because the first words you heard when you entered the hotel’s restaurant that had been booked for the occasion were: “Mr Vizsla, what a beautiful companion you have brought with you this fine evening.”
“Mr Organa,” Paz greeted the man in front of you, “A pleasure to meet you again.”
He introduced you to him and you shook the man’s hand, reciprocating his friendly smile. “I do hope we get to talk again, Mr Vizsla,” the man said when the bell rang, “But now I think it is time to eat.”
Spending the evening with him once more reminded you of how much you loved him – even when you tried your hardest not to. Paz made sure to scoot as close to you as possible, his chair touching yours and it did not take long for his arm to settle comfortably on the back of your chair.
He laughed with his business partners, talking numbers and making jokes and it took everything in you not to spend the entire time just staring at him like a love-struck teenager. Mrs Organa, who was fortunately sat next to you, involved you in a conversation about the most recent restoration projects of a Mr Boba Fett and so you spent the evening with Paz’s fingers brushing your shoulder and the occasional kiss on the cheek and talking to an incredibly interesting woman.
And still, all you wanted was for Paz and you to be alone.
“When do you think it would be not too early to go?” you asked him teasingly as the dessert was served. It was a delicate chocolate-y creation, served on a giant plate with what looked to be mango sorbet beside it.
His arm left your shoulders but his hand immediately landed on your knee, fingers drifting even higher. Paz chuckled, “I’d suggest now but the way you’re eyeing that chocolate soufflé has me thinking otherwise.”
You glared at him for his joke but the man just grinned, his dark eyes twinkling with joy as he took a bite of his own portion. The conversations around you continued and you watched as almost everyone went out to the dancefloor and the lights dimmed on the dining tables.
But all you could do was admire Paz out of the corner of your eyes. He was relaxed, leaning back in his chair as he observed everyone and even when he was lacking any tension in his shoulders or on his face, he looked so much in control of everything.
Stars, he was handsome.
His hand crept up on your thigh and you shifted, feeling the heat rise into your cheeks as he planted a kiss on your bare shoulder. “What are you thinking about, love?”
You loved when he called you that.
“You,” you replied, tilting your head to the side and smiling when his hand came up to turn your face towards him, pulling you in for a kiss.
“What are you wasting your precious thoughts on little old me?” he teased you, his big hand cupping the side of your neck.
“Old? Maybe,” you grinned, “But little? I don’t think so.”
He growled playfully, surging forward to kiss you again. Hard. His teeth grazed your bottom lip and you opened up for him, letting him control the kiss. When his free hand slipped down your side, his fingers passing your chest dangerously close, you squeezed your thighs.
“Paz,” you whimpered against his neck, gasping for breath, “I haven’t felt you in weeks.”
He growled, his hand landing dangerously high on your lap before discreetly squeezing the soft flesh of your thigh, his fingers so close to your core you were surprised the fabric of your dress did not come back with a wet spot. “Believe me,” he said, “I am more than aware of how long it’s been.”
Eternally grateful that the other guests had left your table to join the dancefloor, you opened up your legs the tiniest bit for him, needing his fingers just that much closer. Way closer than they were now. The grin on Paz’s face made your heart (and pussy) pulse and you swallowed thickly.
“I just missed you so much,” you said quietly, trying to bite your lip seductively.
“Did you now?” he leant forward, his nose brushing against yours. His fingers flexed, brushing higher on the inside of your thighs.
“Uh huh,” you nodded eagerly, cupping his cheek to hold him closer. The stubble was rough under your fingertips and you remembered that time he ate you out in his city car in bright daylight. Stars, the things this man did to you ….
Paz chuckled darkly and kissed you again, soft and gentle while his fingers brushed over the thin fabric of your panties. His teeth tugged on your bottom lip just as your hips bucked against his hand and all shame left you.
If he wanted to fuck you out in the open you might just allow it if it meant you could finally feel him again.
But suddenly Paz was standing up and you were standing up and he was holding your hand, thick digits wrapping around your wrist as he dragged you towards the exit. You stumbled after him, a little confused but more excited than anything.
“We’re leaving now,” he grumbled, pushing the elevator button, “Waited weeks to see you again, I am not waiting any longer.”
The doors opened and Paz let you in first. You watched as he pressed the button at the very top and then turned to you. The look on his face made your breath catch in your throat. He had his hands in his pockets and the dark suit looked so good on him and then he had that slow smile on his lips as he approached you.
Your back bumped against the wall of the small room and your hands behind your back grabbed onto the waist-high bar they had installed on each wall.
“That’s right,” he murmured, his big hands caging you in, “I'd hold onto something if I were you.”
“Paz,” you said, your voice barely a whisper between the two of you.
“What?” he mocked you, his nose dragging along your shoulder, “All speechless now that you finally have my attention?”
You did not reply, probably proving his exact point but stars you were so turned on you just did not know what to say. Especially not when his large hand drifted along your thigh before grabbing your knee and lifting it up to his hip. He slotted his body against yours and his bulge pressed against your core. XXXX
“Don’t worry, I won’t take you like this,” he assured you, slowly grinding against you, “Can you tell me why?”
You whimpered, trying to move against him to get that pressure on your clit that you so badly wanted but his hips had you pinned in place.
“Tell me why first,” he instructed, “Then I’ll let you move.”
“Because-cause it’s too big,” your cheeks felt flush with warmth, “You don’t fuck me without preparation because you – you don’t want to hurt me.”
“Good girl,” he grinned, showing his teeth before using those same teeth to drag down the strap of your dress. Your head fell back and you regretted wearing a bra that night because it meant your nipples were rubbing against the lace instead of the cold fabric of Paz’s dress shirt.
The elevator pinged and you froze, your eyes immediately flitting to the little number over the door. This was not your floor.
Paz had a steel grip on your knee, preventing you from taking it from his hip. You could hear the door slowly opening and your heart raced for reasons other than the sheer excitement that Paz caused in you.
You watched as the dark-haired man slowly turned around, uncaring about the mess of his hair or your half-naked form in his arms.
“Take the next one,” he said and pressed the button for the doors to close. Then he leant back to you, one hand cupping the side of your neck, his thumb brushing over your jaw, while the other wandered from your knee to your hip, gripping at the naked skin.
You did not even catch a glimpse at the people he had spoken to. Paz’s body was completely shielding you from their view and somehow that did not help the wetness between your thighs.
“I swear sometimes all I could think about was what it would be like to fuck you again,” he whispered in your ear before pressing a kiss just underneath your earlobe, “
The way from the elevator to your room was a blur of wet kisses, wandering hands and hot skin. Somehow, Paz managed to find the key card in his jacket and you both fell into the room more than you walked, refusing to let go of each other.
Paz walked you back to the bed, one hand reaching for the lube on the nightstand while the other opened his belt. Your breathing felt heavy and you were sure your panties must have been completely drenched at this point. Your hands found the hem of your dress and you pulled it up to your hips, not having the patience to get completely undressed.
Stars knew you had the time tonight. You could take it off later.
Paz pulled out his cock and you watched mesmerized as he put a generous drop of lube in his palm before wrapping his hand around his shaft. The cocky smile on his face told you that he had caught you watching but you were. At this point, your relationship with Paz was nothing new – especially not your physical one – but his size always left you feeling nervous.
He was not only long but also thick and while you knew.
“Could stare at your pussy all day long,” he murmured, his fingers tightening around his shaft before rubbing his fingers carefully over your folds. You squirmed, the lube making you feel. One finger entered you and shortly after another one.
Paz pumped his fingers inside you slowly, his eyes mustering your face for any sign of pain but all you did was whine, trying to push your hips against his. Your walls clamped around him and when his thumb rubbed over your clit ever so slightly, you swore you already saw stars.
“Feels like you are ready,” he determined, the pace of his fingers picking up before slowing down again. Until they barely moved.
“Oh, stars why’d you stop?” you threw your head back, arching your back so you could take them deeper, “Don’t stop, Paz.”
A third finger appeared at your entrance and Paz pressed a kiss to your hip. “It never gets old,” he murmured against your skin, “Watching you take my fingers.”
“Would be much rather taking your cock right now,” you replied breathlessly, moaning when he pushed his fingers a little deeper.
Paz did not answer in the form of words but he pulled his fingers out and stood up. Having him look down on you gave way to another rush of wetness from your core. He looked so dishevelled and sexy, half-dressed with his cock hard as a rock.
“Spread ‘em for me,” he growled, taking his cock in his hand while the other pushed on your inner thigh. He stepped closer between your legs, his hand warm on your thigh.
“Good girl.”
Your walls clenched around nothing at his praise.
The feeling of his cock against your pussy brought back that little nervous voice in the back of your head. What if he would not fit?
But Paz knew how to calm you down. The heat of his body against yours paired with his forearm resting next to your face and his fingers tracing your hairline as he looked at you was the perfect combination for you to focus just on him. On the feeling of his skin against yours, the sound of his heavy breathing in your ear, the scent of his cologne in your nose.
When the tip of him pushed inside you, you gasped. He was bigger than you remembered and you were thankful for the amount of lube and your wetness that eased his movements.
Your breathing got faster and you could feel your walls stretch to accommodate his size. Paz’s fingers and you. His brows were furrowed and though his eyes were half-lidded with pleasure, they always met yours and you knew, you just knew, he was trying to see if he hurt you.
It felt like he was pushing all the air out of your lungs and you found yourself holding your breath, feeling his small thrusts stretch your walls more and more. Your belly fluttered and you felt so close to him that it made your heart sing.
“How – how much more?” you asked in a gasp, pushing your chest against his shirt to get some sensation on your nipples.
The large man looked down between you, his hand absentmindedly coming up to pinch your nipple, making you squeeze around him.
He chuckled, his nose brushing against yours when he looked up again, “It’s barely in, love.”
Your smile fell and panic took over for a solid second. You could see the moment Paz took in your change of heart because his smile faded as well and his hand came up to cup your jaw. “What is it, love? Are you all right?”
“What – What if it is too big, Paz?” you asked shyly.
Paz frowned, though you did not get the feeling that it was because he was displeased with you, and slowly pulled out. “Then I will make it fit,” he said, “Or I will make you come on my tongue. Whatever you want, my love.”
You whined, immediately missing the feeling of him inside you. He peppered kisses along your neck, his hands under your dress, gripping your ass as he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed. His eyes focused on your core and the sparkle you saw in there made your heart flutter and your pussy clench.
Pulling your knees to your chest, you tried to give him more space. “I want you to make it fit,” you decided, feeling a little embarrassed at sounding so needy, “Please.”
Paz hummed, “Always so polite.” His shoulders pushed against the back of your knees as he looked at you. His eyes were so intense and, at that moment, you were convinced he knew exactly what you were thinking.
“Deep breaths,” he reminded you, his thumb circling your clit as he rubbed his cock all over your folds, “I know you can take it. You know you can take it.”
You nodded, more to assure yourself than him. Because he was right. You had taken him countless times before and you could take him now. And if you couldn’t then it would not be the end of the world.
Noticing you relaxing back into the sheets, Paz rested more of his weight on you. “Do you remember our safe word?”
You nodded quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer.
“I do,” you confirmed, “You won’t hurt me, Paz.”
“I know how stubborn you can be,” he reminded you gently before pressing a quick kiss to your lips, “I want you crying because I gave you too many orgasms, not because I am hurting you.”
You smiled at his comment but that smile quickly turned into a silent Oh when he circled your clit with his cock. Then he tapped his shaft against your pussy again and again and again. He felt hot and heavy and the wet sounds only spurred on the fire inside you. Stars, you wanted this man so bad.
The change in position helped a lot because this time he got the tip inside you like it was nothing.
“You are doing so good for me,” he murmured, his hips moving against yours in slow and small thrusts while his finger kept playing with your clit, “You are such a good girl for me, love, you deserve the world.”
There was nothing you could answer. Your throat was full of words but all you got out were breathless gasping sounds as you felt him get deeper and deeper. In your search to hold on to something, anything, you found his hand. You gripped his fingers so tightly, you were afraid to hurt him but Paz only squeezed back, his dark eyes searching yours and probably finding nothing but utter devotion in them.
Just like his.
His lips landed on yours so gently, it distracted you from everything. There was nothing but you and him and the way you felt so connected.
“Feel that?” he asked you quietly, his breath mingling with yours. You blinked, not really knowing what he meant. Paz smiled, his eyes softened when he laid his hand on your lower abdomen. “You took it all, sweetheart, you took all of me.”
“Oh,” you murmured, a little astonished, “Really?”
He laughed, “Really, love. How are you feeling?”
You thought for a moment, trying to take in all that you were feeling. “Full,” you answered truthfully, “But good.”
“Good, huh?” Paz started to move again, slow at first, making sure there was enough wetness and not a single trace of pain on your face, “It feels good to have me fill you up like this, huh?”
You nodded, too shy to repeat his words. Something was just how filthy he could get. And how he loved to fluster you with his said filthy words.
“Fucking dreamt of your pussy gripping me,” he grunted in your ear, his pace picking up, “Next time I am taking you with me. There is no way I am going to fly anywhere again without you sitting in my lap and taking my cock like a champ.”
“What – what about your advisors?” you asked, your body moving up the bed with the force of his thrusts.
“They can watch for all I care,” he murmured, “I already know the only one who can make this pussy stretch is me. I am the only one that can make you feel like this, aren’t I? The only one who can make you come and still beg for more.”
You nodded helplessly, feeling like you were about to burst at the seams. And then Paz changed the angle of his thrusts ever so slightly and you were done for.
“P-Paz, fuck, I’m –“ you gripped his shoulders, the tingling in your belly getting stronger and stronger, “Paz, I think I’m coming.”
Normally, that would only get him to move quicker, to have his fingers work on your clit in a way that was sure to get you over the edge before he came inside you. So, what you expected from your breathless announcement were Paz’s encouraging words while he slightly pinched your clit and bit your lip. What you didn’t expect him to do was simply stop his thrusts with an uttering of “Not yet you aren’t.”
Completely dazed, you looked at him as he pulled out. “Stand up,” he instructed. His voice was stern but not unkind and you blinked, watching him take off his tie and quickly unbutton his shirt. Your body ached with the lack of him and you weren’t sure if it was a tremble in your muscles that only you noticed but stars you felt like you were shaking.
Paz completely undressed and you tried your best to put your weight on your legs, your hands gripping the edge of the bed. But sitting up after having your thoughts fucked out of you by one Paz Vizsla seemed to be a bad idea because it just wasn’t working.
Paz seemed to notice your struggle, his hands pausing on his belt and he tilted his head, watching you fall back on the bed with a sigh.
“Do I need to call you Bambi?” he teased you, his hands coming up under your elbow and gently helping you up, “Or are you that fucked out already?”
You looked up at him with wide eyes, trying to think of a good reply. Only you could not come up with one because, stars, did he look good and, stars, did it feel good to be fucked by him. And it felt good to be with him and to touch him and to be touched by him and –
He stepped closer until his chest was pressed against yours, not saying anything. Your hand gripped his forearm and you waited with bated breath as he leant slightly over you. His fingers brushed over the nape of your neck, down your back until he found the zipper of your dress and slowly pulled it down, his hand tracing over your spine in the process.
When he reached the end, you shimmied your hips, the dress pooling at your feet. His eyes roamed over your figure, noticeably stopping at the way your panties were still pushed to the side.
“Beautiful,” he said, more to himself than to you but it warmed your heart nonetheless. Wordlessly, he helped you out of your underwear as well, his hands caressing your skin every chance he got. You had never felt so desired in your life.
His hand closed around your elbow and he started moving across the room.
“What are you doing?” you asked, following him away from the bed. You still felt uneasy on your legs but you knew you could trust Paz to hold you up and when he noticed your difficulty, he slowed down before stopping at the window front overlooking the city.
“I just wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it,” he explained as if it was no big deal.
You paused for a second and so did he, taking in your reaction.
“There is something about fucking you for everyone to see and knowing that no one gets to see you like this,” he elaborated, “Because I want you to look out at the world when you cream around my cock and recognize how fucking perfect you are.”
“Okay,” you nodded.
His smile lit up the entire room and he took your hands in his, positioning you exactly how he needed you. His calm but dominant demeanour made your pussy pulse again, reminded you how fucking confident he was when it came to your pleasure and how happy it made you to be able to fulfil some of his desires as well.
“There we go, put your hands right here and – beautiful,” he murmured, his hands intertwining with yours against the glass, “Now just spread your legs and there we go.”
The glass was cold under your palm and you could see the fog forming around your hand where the temperatures collided. Behind it, you could see the colourful lights of the city that a million people called their home. You were so high up there were barely any buildings that even reached your level but it did not help your nervousness to know that behind each little light there was at least one person.
There were hundreds of lights in your view.
You turned around, wanting to look at Paz for guidance. He slid his hands down your back before groping your ass, pulling your cheeks apart. He was unmistakably looking at your pussy and you shifted, feeling exposed under his gaze and in this position. Your movement made him look up, meeting your eyes.
“Don’t look at me,” he said, his hand gently pushing you to turn back, “Look outside.”
Easy to say when he wasn’t the one whose knees would get weak once he started to get going.
“The whole city is awake and yet no one can see us,” he whispered, pushing his cock slowly back inside you. You sighed, resting your cheek against the glass. The cold air and arousal had caused your nipples to harden and you were highly aware of how your tits swung with each movement.
“Stars, imagine all the places I could take you, all the places I could fuck you,” he mused, one hand coming up to cup your tit, his finger and thumb rolling your nipple. You moaned, tilting your head to the side. “I want to have you with me everywhere I go,” he continued, “I don’t want to wake up another day with the knowledge it’ll be weeks before I can see you again.”
“Paz –“
“There we go,” he hummed, pressing a kiss against your shoulder blade, “That turns you on, hm? Knowing there is nothing I wouldn’t do to feel your pussy come around me. I could get us the room with the best view in the whole city everywhere we go,” he pulled on your nipple and you cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, “And then I would fuck you against that view and still the only thing I would want to look at is you.”
Your heart and your pussy clenched at sheer adoration in his words. “You are so fucking beautiful, love.”
“Paz, please, I –“
“What is it?” he asked you, his voice just on this side of mocking and why did that make him even hotter now, the way he made you feel a little too out of control, “What do you need, sweetheart?
“I need you to come in me.”
“You don’t get to decide that,” he reminded you, his hips not stopping their movement. Instead, his hands tightened on you just the tiniest bit and you whimpered, “You know I am the one who decides when I come in you. And it is only ever after I feel this,” he tapped his fingers on your clit, “tight pussy clamp around my cock.”
“I know, I know, but I,” you trailed off in a whine, pushing your hips back against his to try and work with his rhythm, “Please, Paz, I need it now.”
“Then beg me for it.”
You bit your lip, whimpering when he did not cease his ministrations on your clit. It pushed you even closer to the very edge and you could have cried from frustration. You just needed – You wanted – Why wouldn’t he just –
“That’s what I thought,” he mocked you, kissing your neck, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how shy that little mouth of yours is. You can’t wait to have your pussy stuffed with my fat cock but my innocent little sweetheart cannot even say the word cock. Or come,” he groaned, grinding into you, his fingers tugging on your nipple again, “Or pussy.”
“So, if you want my come before I planned to give it to you,” he breathed against you, “You have to beg for it, love.”
His rough tone made your cheeks burn and your pussy clench. Of course, he had noticed, Paz Vizsla was a ridiculously attentive man and there was a reason he was as successful as he was. You just had not thought that it would turn against you at some point.
“I am waiting,” he teased you, his cock once again hitting that spot that literally made you see stars.
With your hands slipping on the now warm glass and your pussy getting wetter and wetter, you knew there was only so much you could do before you would come.
“Please, Paz,” you cried, “Please come inside me, I need you to come inside me. Please, I – “ you hiccupped, tears stinging your eyes, “I want to feel you come inside my pussy.”
“Fuck, you really are that needy,” he stated, “Who would’ve thought.”
“Please,” you whimpered again, a single tear making its way down your cheek, “Please, Paz, I will do anything you want.”
You could barely stand, trying to keep your hands on the window and your knees from buckling. But that only got harder with each thrust of him inside you. And he was getting closer too. You could feel it in the way his breath hitched, or how his mouth sought out your neck, something he liked to do before he filled you up.
“Hm,” Paz mused, one hand coming up to hold yours against the glass. His entire body pressed against yours, holding you up and making you feel. “Anything, you say? What an enticing offer that I will certainly get back to. But for now, I think you begged prettily enough.”
His words should not have relieved you as much as they did but they did. More tears streamed down your cheeks and you let your head fall, trying to focus on how good you felt, how your entire body tingled with him close and how he.
While one of Paz’s hands stayed on yours, the other arm reached around you and found your clit. “You ready to get filled up?” he asked you, playing with that bundle of nerves, “You want to feel my come inside that tight little pussy. Want me to make you that pretty little mess I know you like to be?”
You nodded eagerly, “Uh huh, p-please, I want that.”
Paz groaned, the sound pure heaven to your ears, and his pace picked up. His thrusts got harder and deeper and ended with him grinding even more into you like he wanted to reach places you did not even know existed. And it made you feel that much better.
“Good girl,” he praised you, “If there is anyone who deserves my come, it is you.”
Clamping your walls around him and trying to move your hips against him, you did your best to make him feel as good as he made you. It was when he got quiet that you knew he was close and not even a moment later, he pulled you straight up, pressing you completely against the glass and him inside you.
You gasped at the cold feeling on your skin, but there was something undeniably erotic about having your tits squeezed up and Paz behind you. He buried his face in your neck, sucking a mark into your shoulder while he ground into you again and again. And it was that feeling of him coming inside you, paired with his fingers still very much circling your clit that made you come around him as well.
And it made you almost black out. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your mouth opened in a silent gasp. You could feel your walls squeeze uncontrollably around him, milking him for all he was worth and you were pretty sure you had lost all control over your limbs. You were just hanging there, mouth open, pussy overflowing and legs trembling with the love of your life right behind you.
“Oh shit,” Paz laughed, feeling you tremble between him and the glass, “It’s a big one, isn’t it, sweetheart?”
You couldn’t really answer but you also knew you did not need to. Because Paz was there to take care of you.
For a little while, he did not move at all, simply letting you ride out your climax while he slowed his strokes over your clit. Time and again you could feel him twitch inside you and you thought to yourself that big one didn’t only apply to you – he had come so much inside you, it was already dripping out around where he was softening inside you.
“You are doing so good for me,” he whispered finally, pressing another kiss to your neck and you turned your head, trying to get him to properly kiss you. And he did, his lips gently landing on yours while he, very carefully, pulled out of you.
The feeling of his come flowing out of you made you grimace and shift on your feet.
“Bathroom?” he asked you quietly and you nodded weakly.
The hotel bathroom was all white marble and had fancy lights and even though Paz only switched on the mirror light, it made you squeeze your eyes shut and whimper. Why was everything so fucking bright?
“Shhh I know I know,” Paz murmured, wrapping his arms around you and leading you to the shower nook, “But I know you will want to clean up, right?”
You nodded against his chest, relishing in his body heat. “Forgot my shower stuff though,” you remembered with a frown.
Your big man chuckled, turning on the rain shower to the perfect temperatures. Not loosening his arms around you, he turned you both so you could tilt your head back and let the water flow over your body. “That is okay, love,” he said, his thumbs gently rubbing circles on your back, “You can use mine.”
The thought of smelling like him made you smile and, feeling a little more like yourself, stood up on your toes to kiss him.
Paz did not wait for a second to reciprocate but you noticed he held back.
“What is it, Paz?” you asked him, running your hand over his wet hair and wondering if he would ever consider leaving it as curly as it was, “Did you not like it?”
He shook his head with a smile. “It was more than I could ever dream of, love,” he smiled, “I was just thinking …”
You tilted your head, watching him consider his words.
“I meant it when I said I want you to accompany me on my travels.”
Your heart skipped a beat. “So you can fuck me everywhere you want?” you joked, trying to hide the very real fear that his feelings did not run as deep as yours did. Sure, you had started your arrangement on quite superficial terms but it had been a long time since anything you felt for him had been superficial.
“No,” he shook his head, “I mean, yes, that too, but … I missed you, sweetheart, a lot and I don’t think I want to spend my time away from you when there is a way that we could be together.”
“I mean we also spend a lot of time together when you are home,” you argued, drumming your fingertips on his chest, “I thought maybe you would like to have some alone time once in a while?”
“About that …” he rubbed the back of his neck and seeing him made you realize something very fundamental.
You could not contain your smile, leaning a tiny bit back from him to really take in all of him. The way he avoided your gaze, how he shifted on his feet as if he was nervous, how he.
“Are you asking me to move in with you?”
“You can keep your city apartment, of course,” he assured you immediately, “I was just thinking, I mean … I have this big place and Briggs keeps pointing out it is due for some redecorating and I …” he interrupted himself, drops of water falling from the tip of his nose and lashes, “When I am with you and Snowball I feel more at home than anywhere else in the world. And I am wondering if you feel the same way?”
Of course, I feel the same way, you wanted to scream at him, I have been in love with you ever since you asked me to take care of Snowball.
But you remained silent on that front, not wanting to scare him away. Instead, you reached up to pull him closer. His nose brushed yours and the tiny frown between his brows betrayed his insecurity. How rare it was to see Paz Vizsla insecure.
“Yes, Paz,” you smiled against him, kissing him slow and thoroughly, “I would very much like to move in with you.”
The look of complete happiness on his face, when you pulled away, was only echoed on yours. You were sure your grin could only ever be rivalled by his and you squealed when he pulled you up and spun you around, water flying everywhere.
“You have no idea how happy that makes me,” he set you down. His hand found its way to the side of your neck, his thumb and finger spanning your jaw. He did not let you go and his grin faded, replaced by a look on his face you could not quite pinpoint except for how warm it made you feel, “You have no idea how happy you make me.”
“I might have an idea,” you replied shyly, feeling your heart beat against your chest. Was this the moment you could tell him? Was this where you confessed your undying love and revealed just how much you would do to see him happy? How you wanted to wake up with him every morning and fall asleep with him every evening and spend your weekends with him and Snowball curled up on the couch?
But when Paz rested his forehead against yours, you convinced yourself that the moment had passed. Sure, he wanted to move in with you but did that really mean anything? Maybe he just wanted to put another layer of security on your fake relationship arrangement?
“So …” you murmured instead, “How are we going to tell Snowball she is going to move again?”
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Some Lewd content™ with War
Strife's chapter of the 'steal their horse' series
Strife comfort
Cute domestic moment with Death
Calling Death 'Deathy' because you have a death wish
[HCs] Horsemen reacting to you being stressed (from work/something similar)
[HCs] Samael's human getting nabbed
[HCs] Learning magic in secret then gifting them an enchanted gift
[HCs] Horsemen realizing they have a crush on the reader
Death's Reaper form meets Reader
Strife and his favorite human have a moment alone (NSFW)
[HCs] Death and male S/O
Fluff with War
Samael and his starry eyed s/o
Snuggling with Strife
Love on Death (NSFW)
Death returning to the one he abandoned post Well of Souls
-Full Fics/Oneshots
"Tree in Bloom" A Strife/Fem!Reader Series
(Chapter 1, Chapter 2,)
Canon typical violence, Post-apocalypse, Eventual romance, Eventual smut maybe, Friends to lovers, Strife is clingy and emotionally rockheaded
"Death's Door" A Death/Fem!Reader oneshot
SFW, Only warning is Death is a crusty ol git
"R&R" A War/Fem!Reader oneshot
SFW, Canon typical violence, Light blood and injury, Absolutely tooth rotting fluff at the end
"Fiery Chains" A War/Fem!Reader oneshot
SFW, Fluff without plot, Toothrotting amounts of fluff, Ruin expressing the feelings that War is too grumpy to show
"Off the Beaten Path" A Death/Fem!Reader oneshot
NSFW, it’s like 20% porn if that, Porn with feeling, No use of y/n, Outdoor sex, Established relationship, Fluff
Perturabo Masterlist
Guilliman Masterlist
Konrad Curze Masterlist
Sanguinius Masterlist
Lorgar Aurelian Masterlist
-Drabbles/Headcanons
Leman Russ fluff
Angron and his little Historitor Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Random snippets
Sitting on Dorn's lap ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Corvus Corax being a naughty crow (NSFW)
Mortarion seeing you sick
Lion remembers a bittersweet memory of you after waking up
Commanding in Dorn's proxy while you're away from him
Vulkan with pregnant!S/O fluff
Sevatar hunting you
The other Primarchs realizing Mortarion has a lover
Mortartion + Praise (Very slightly NSFW)
[Ramblings] Kor Phaeron hating reader for Lorgar being in love with them
[HCs] The Legions reacting to their Primarch having a lover Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Jaghatai Khan realizing he's maybe falling in love
Magnus coming across his s/o trying to do sorcery
[Ramblings] Mortarion and his s/o
Unnamed Black Templar and his little mortal
Cuddling with your Black Templar in the freezing cold
Yandere Horus getting jealous (NSFW)
Asking Ferrus about his arms (vaguely lewd but not nsfw)
Getting cornered by 5 Luna Wolves (slightly nsfw)
Playing around with some Space Wolves
Some random Jaghatai Khan HCs (NSFW)
Ferrus Manus returning from a crusade (NSFW)
Willingly giving your blood to an unnamed Lamenter
-Full Fics/Oneshots
Lion El'Jonson and his beloved
Part 1,
SFW, Princess/Knight dynamics
"Remember Only Me" A Salamander/Fem!Reader/Night Lord series
(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 soon)
Hints of nsfw at points, Yandere, Size differences, Very toxic suffocating relationship(s), Some knight/princess dynamics, Demeaning language, Both these guys have hero complexes, Violence blood and bruises and possibly death to say without spoilers
↳𝔐𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔬𝔲𝔰:
Fandom: Resident Evil
"Thank you" A Merchant/Fem!Reader oneshot
NSFW, Oral (male receiving), Porn without Plot, Praise Kink, A hint of deepthroating, Guess you could call it unsafe sex you barely know the man lol
Fandom: Transformers
Jealous Starscream
#masterlist#mywriting#the bad batch x reader#moon knight x reader#darksiders x reader#warhammer 40k x reader
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Woo another month down. Just like before let's talk about the homies
@burningfieldof-clover - Welcome for round two homie. Placed here due to her blog being 18+. Go show her some love.
@ghostlythunderbird - Spice dealer just posted her first A/B/O fic and boy...it's gonna be fun. If you need some new COD content, go bug her. Send thots. You'll be surprised what she might send back.
@rain-on-kamino - Go bug her. She's great. Send her all the cute Howzer and Echo stuff you can find. Also her Shades of Dates Fic ain't too shabby ;)
@tech-deck - If you want some good soup on Tech, they are who you go find (psstt, I'm also waiting to meet your OC one day. No pressure, but I'm excited)
Writing
Barracks Bunny Request - König x F!Reader - @devilanon
141 + König x Fem! Reader Going Down on Them - @starstruckmiraclekitty
Enough - König x F!Reader - @saltofmercury
The Imperial Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Dangerous Seduction HC's Part 4 Of 5 (Wrecker) - Imp!Wrecker x F!Reader - @zoeykallus
König Request - König x Reader - @ghosts-bandwagon
Kinktober Day 8 - Creampies - Paz Vizsla x AFAB!Reader - @bobafetts-princess
Love You Want - Wrecker x F!Reader - @eyecandyeoz
Mäuschen - König x F!Reader - @namedlunagoddess
Meet Me in the Afterglow - Imp!Wrecker x F!Medic!Reader - @starryevermore
Nachtisch - König x Reader - @daisies-daydreams
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mando liveblog 3.7 ( ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )
i am both mad and disappointed, if ultimately entirely unsurprised
oh good, we get to watch bo-katan get the darksaber again
oh right gideon’s bullshit
still calling that they’re going to take all the storylines into other series and turn the mandalorian into a ‘din and grogu run from gideon’ thing bc that’s what worked for them before
oh god are we on coruscant again? with the imperial bitch? ughhhh not againn
he’s already got his outfit back? lame. you just got busted out of prison, suffer bad clothing choices!
oh no he actually looks MORE vader-y, what a poser
i do hate (which i understand is irrational) that the show has to be beholden to the sequels, bc. well. the sequels sucked.
PROJCET NECROMANCER ASDKLJFSG
oh so if gideon’s interest wasn’t in the clones shenanigans does that mean i can fuck around with him wanting to become the next dr demagolka? Forcibly Assigned Jedi At Experimentation
yeee bitches feel fear at thinking about mandalorians
‘the spies’ oh no
poor nevarro civvies, ‘ah shit not the empire again’
i wanna know how painting that giant mythosaur on the underside of the cruiser worked
ARE WE FINALLY GONNA SEE WHAT THE WHOLE WALKING TWO WAYS BULLSHIT WAS ABOUT? INDOCTRINATION YEA OR NAY
ahh hordes of mandalorians my beloved
din. din get on the side of the covert. din.
‘paz bout to start shit TIME TO USE THE TALKING HAMMER’
oh god the droid we all forgot about. again.
OH NOT A DROID IT’S A FUCKING JAEGER IM FUCKING CRYING ASLDKJADG
OH IT’S FOR GROGU??? IM FUCKIN
oh lord baby with a murder exoskeleton
OH
ONIDSFJAG
LETS THE BABY SPEAK???
runaway baby so happy ‘yessss i can murder now!!’
okay i know this is supposed to be funny but clearly the baby should not have the exoskeletON ARE THEY ROASTING THE BABY BIRDS???
man they just got a home and they’re already needing to leave again?
i’m sorry GROGU AS WELL? what. what. YHOW DOES THAT MAKE ANY SENSE NEVARRO WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SO THEY COULD KEEP THEIR KIDS SAFE
big spartacus vibes here
oh ho ho, the armorer too?
lmfao everyone chillin and then there’s paz with his ginormous gun, love that for him. also wonder if my hc about him never actually setting foot on mandalore before despite being a vizsla is correct?
did we. at least land somewhere significant? and not just in the middle of nowhere?
ah good on top of a city at least.
oh
oh my heart
‘do you have food’
the first question asked
mandalorians have been here all along??
okay this hurts me but i feel like not for the reason they want it to, bo-katan DID abandon you in the end
are these the spies, this is going to Hurt Me
oh she admitted it
wait did we know about this deal before or is this new info? bo-katan cut a deal with gideon? i have not watched any of the animated series
oh thank christ finally confirmation the tribe is against Death Watch, even if descended from it
hmm does sound like a good reason for joint leadership
I SERVE YOU? WHAT?
what are these vibes my brain suddenly just sidestepped into the Mad Max universe
is the armorer gonna die to traitors
lmfao paz fucking down to fight over fucking checkers im sobbing
really ‘primitives’? i know we’re supposed to be like ‘oh assholes on both sides’ but paz is like 100000 times better than woves
BABY????
the fuck DID he learn from you then, din
oh wait
i know there’s the assumption it was din (and i mean. fuck yeah dinluke. but.)
what if all the stuff about grogu learning things
was from kelleran?
mythosaur?? pls??
no mythosaur :(
PAZ MAKING SURE THE BABY GOT OUT
what is it with mandalorians and giant lizards anyway
MY HEADCANON IS CORRECT, PAZ NEVER LIVED ON MANDALORE GO ME
nope not survivors
bigger vibes that they were led here THEYRE WEARING WHAT. FUCKIONG IMPERIALS IN BESKAR?? FLAMES! ON THE SIDES OF MY FACE!!
vanguard paz my heart
yeah this was totes a trap
OH SHIT DIN SEPARATED FROM THE BABY
wow the worst vader wannabe
...din forced down on his knees doe unf
somebody cut off this dude’s head
I WAS SO RIGHT HES THE NEXT DEMAGOLKLA PUT TOGETHER IT ALL AND YOU GET JEDI MANDO...clones? something. w/e
UH YEAH, YEAH YOU SHOULD HAVE BO
ah paz it about to die isn’t he
sigh
oh for fucks sake it wasn’t even a smart death you coulda closed it and then gone through
oh fake jedi bitches
i know this is supposed to be a badass honorable death but i’m too busy being mad about it
#mandalorian season 3#no but seriously WERE THEY ROASTING THE BABY BIRDS#anyway casually ignoring everything i don't want to acknowledge#business as usual
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okay maybe a little cheesy but: do you have any kitchen/food-related headcanons to share about Paz and/or Din? can they cook? do they enjoy it? how do they like their coffee?? has Din ever been inspired by bb yoda and tried eating a frog? (okay sorry lol)
Cooking
Characters: Paz Vizsla, Din Djarin
A/n: These were fun, thanks for the request! Also now I really want Paz to cook for me 🥲
Paz Vizsla
Paz is actually really good at and really enjoys cooking when he gets the chance.
It’s usually grilled meats with flavourful and spicy rubs or warm hearty stews but he likes experimenting with different ingredients and flavours if he’s managed to pick them up off world or they’ve just come into season
Something he didn’t get the chance to realize a whole lot before you and him became a couple was how much enjoys cooking for others, or rather, cooking for you in particular.
There’s just something endlessly satisfying to him about providing you a well cooked meal all by himself
He is a terror at cleaning up after himself though. Uses every utensil he has and doesn’t think to clean up as he goes so it always looks like your kitchen has exploded if he’s been through
He enjoys a good cup of caf and drinks one pretty much every morning but isn’t reliant on it the way Din is
Din Djarin
Din is fine at cooking but it doesn’t bring him joy like it does Paz.
He enjoys a good meal when its put in front of him and he knows how to make a handful of things really well but he doesn’t go off script the way Paz does
A meal by Din is usually well rounded and practical as opposed to excessively flavourful or exciting
There is one meal his mum taught him to cook when he was just a little kid, it’s his favourite because it reminds him of her but he tends to only save it for special occasions or when he’s feeling particularly nostalgic
He’s committed the recipe to memory and he makes it really really well, in fact it was the first meal he ever made for you and he was so nervous for you to tell him what you thought of it
Of course it was amazing but that didn’t stop him from getting worked up about because he really wanted to impress you
Din has eaten some strange things in his travels so I feel like frogs are of the least of his concerns as long as it’s cooked and has a little seasoning on it he can pretend it’s a star chicken or whatever the equivalent is 😂
Very meticulous about cleaning after himself. He’s usually cooking on the crest or at a camp with very few utensils so cleaning as he goes is a necessity
Will die if he doesn’t have some trace of caffeine in his veins at all times
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Okay so the the Crash Prompt Celebration I’d love to see a little drabble or your HCs for how Paz helps reader around the farm? Maybe in or out of his wolf form?
OR (if that doesn’t tickle your fancy)
How he would comfort her when she gets anxious about meeting his tribe/clan?
And if neither of these tickle your fancy that is totally fine 😂 I can’t wait to read the rest of the series when it’s released! 🥰
Aeryn, thank you so much for the ask! 😍
Please enjoy the HC of Paz helping Reader on their new farm!
When the covert finally finds a place to settle, you and Paz purchase a large plot of land so you can begin farming. While trading in nearby towns is an option, you’re not comfortable relying solely on others to feed your family.
Paz didn’t grow up in an agricultural community, so farming is new to him, but he’s more than eager to learn. And you waste no time in putting his large, muscular frame to good use.
He’s excellent at installing fences, easily digging post holes or stringing the barbed wire with his leather gloves and baskar-covered arms.
You particularly enjoy watching him haul the posts. He throws a few over his massive shoulders and then struts to the holes, knowing you’re watching him. You make sure to whistle every time he goes by. There’s a lot of sex those weeks.
When it’s time to focus on creating the raised beds, you expertly craft a nutrient-dense soil mix for them. And enlist the Wolf during the full moon to mix it. He’s thrilled to have an excuse to play in the dirt.
The Wolf is also excellent at digging the holes for larger fruits and vegetables. His big paws can get a whole potato bed done in a fraction of the time it’d take you with a trowel.
You do learn that supervision is required because, one time, he got on such a roll that he dug up all the carrot seeds you’d planted earlier that day.
Once you have chickens, you quickly get back on a schedule of going out to feed them early in the morning. Sometimes, though, Paz slips back into bed just as you’re waking. He kisses you, murmuring, “Already fed the chickens. Go back to sleep.” And you happily do so, nestled against his warm chest.
As your farm expands, so do the duties you share. Paz’s eager assistance makes you wonder how the hell you ever did it alone for so long. And it makes you eternally grateful you don’t have to anymore.
🥳🥳 I’m having a celebration! Check it out and send me a prompt/HC request! 🥳🥳
Paz Vizsla Masterlist
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I was scrolling on tiktok and stumbled over a few about woman giving their man flowers because I guess men don’t usually receive them as a gift and seeing how happy and soft they got from it (let men get flowers you cowards)
And like now I kinda want to write something about giving the mando lads a bouquet of flowers. I’m like 100% convinced they def have never gotten them, and I want to give them some because its what they deserve.
Also some of their reactions would be fun. Because I’m like positive Boba has probably never been given flowers before and the thought of his s/o getting him one and him trying to act tough and unaffected by it (still appreciative of course) while inside he’s like melting and feeling so soft with love for them.
Like “Oh? My princess/prince got me flowers? How sweet~ Come here cyar’ika.” he’s playing it off, like its not a big deal, like whether or not he got them wouldnt have mattered. But inside he’s a literal puddle of love, like, damn he loves his s/o so much. they spoil him and he’s never felt so cherished before in his life kind of thing. Older boba esp would be like this. I’d think younger boba might lose his cool and become a little flustered. He’s supposed to be the most famous bounty hunter after all, and yet he’s getting warm and fuzzy over getting flowers. sdhfdsfjs it would be so cute. Probably be like “thanks but why??”
Din would be overjoyed and so shocked. because like what screams to you about him to get him flowers? “Well even you deserve flowers din.” Probably tears up and cuddles with you for hours afterwards. The flowers sit in a vase on the ship for as long as possible, before they’re replaced by the one’s he got for you in return.
Paz is the most vocal of how much he loves them. Probably would smother them with unbound affection. He’d probably be surprised by them at first, and wouldn’t really know to react until his happiness just bubbled over and moved on instinct to hug his s/o. Also anyone who hears about it would be like “they gave Paz ‘big tough guy’ Vizsla flowers?? and he liked them???” But honestly he would love them. Especially since it was his s/o who got them for him.
Also Also Fen. I’ll write some for her too. She of course gets flowers cause she’s my wife and I love her. Just imagine you taking one and putting behind her ear. And her smirking when you do before pulling you into a kiss. “Thanks for the flowers love. They’re as beautiful as you~”
sdjbhfhsdbjf they all deserve to be spoiled and receive nice things
#the mandalorian#din djarin#boba fett#paz vizsla#Fennec shand#whats a nonbinary term for princess/prince???#because ideally I'd like these to be gender netural#and thou I love the princess nickname#I know not everyone would#maybe I'll do multiple ones#same hcs just edited with different pronouns and nicknames#fic ideas#this week is almost over#which means soon I can back to focusing on my writing#and this is one of the first things I wanna publish#let me spoil my darlings with flowers
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Paz and Boba are 100% nasty and absolutely would tag team you. Then squabble over which one knocked you up. So they have to try again.
ohhhhhh they absolutely are. maybe part of it is from the family feud, bc Tor Vizsla opposed Jaster Mereel and later Jango Fett, so the competitive streak is ramped up to eleven.
they really only start to get along bc Din claims them both as brothers and no one is immune to Grogu's tooka eyes when he pouts bc he just wants Ba'vodu Paz and Ba'vodu Boba to get along and be friends.
maybe they meet you during an attack against slavers, maybe they rescue you from kidnappers, whatever the situation, you're in danger and these two Mandalorians swoop in and save your life, making them your protectors in your mind, and you're immediately drawn to them.
they definitely think they need to fight for your affections bc while I hc that poly marriages are absolutely a thing in mandalorian culture, I think in the wider galaxy they're not common at best, and more often frowned upon, or illegal at worst, depending on the planet and species.
but you're struggling with loving both of them, so you ask the other mandalorian you know, Din, if he thinks they'd be willing to share you, because you just cannot pick one over another. Din, bless him, is a little clueless, but well meaning, so he tells you about poly marriages within the tribes.
so, when you confront Boba and Paz with your idea, they're actually struck dumb for a bit, because they definitely were not even thinking of that as a solution, and they're equally surprised you were the one to bring it up.
unfortunately, you take their silence as rejection, so you start to stutter apologies for misjudging the situation and making excuses to leave, but they can't have that.
they don't need an argument or conversation to communicate that this is absolutely something they both want, so they quickly box you in to prevent you from going anywhere.
after they get your explicit consent that you want both of them, and everything that entails, they pounce.
you realise very quickly that their competitiveness isn't just in a battle of wills or wits, but it's directed at you, too.
the first time you realise that maybe you've bitten off more than you can chew is when they decide to take you both at the same time, and once you're fully seated on their cocks, their thick warm bodies pressed up against your front and back, and your mind is swimming with pleasure, they lead you through the marriage vows.
considering the frequency with which they fuck you, it's no surprise that you're pregnant in no time. if you thought you'd get some peace because of this, you'd be wrong. as happy as they both are, and trust me, they're thrilled, they cannot stop squabbling over which of them were actually the one to knock you up.
finally, tired from the fighting, you tell them that if they can't decide, and really it doesn't matter to you, they can just put another baby in you after this one to even it out.
when you're greeted with twin wicked smirks, you realise that maybe, just maybe that was a mistake...
oh well. there are worse things than being loved so fully, so entirely, by men who look at you like you've hung the stars in the sky.
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a pleasant request - a paz viszla x reader drabble
Requests are open!
Genre- Fluff
Warnings- intimacy
Characters- Paz Vizsla, Reader
Typing away on your datapad, you looked over the logistics for your next journey across the galaxy. To provide for your clan it was necessary to take on jobs as a mercenary; of course there were standards that you adhered to in order to sleep somewhat peacefully when you could. But this was your job and you were more than seasoned and quite acclaimed in the field. For your next mission, it was undoubtedly going to be quite arduous. Some corrupt New Republic officials had grown accustomed to taking advantage of the bounty reaped from farmers on one of the moons of Naboo; they would not go down willingly or easily and their resources would be bountiful. Sighing, you cast the pad on your bed, laying down, covering your face with your arms. While providing for your clan was a source of pride and joy, it was utterly exhausting and more than stressful.
Feeling a presence close in, your focus sharpened and you sat up, immediately relaxing at the sight of the love of your life. Shoulders untensing, you leaned back on the headboard, giving the man a inquisitive look as to his rather meek posture.
“Is there something wrong?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.
The Mandalorian Paz Vizsla paused, before shaking his head. Slowly he made his way to the edge of your shared bed, taking a tentative seat.
“I can’t help, if you keep so quiet.” Smiling, you gestured for him to come next to you, though he remained where he was.
“Would you,” he started, “Would you...humor me for a moment?”
Your smile faltered, mixing with confusion, but you nodded . Paz’s presence became palpably more at ease as he moved closer, shifting your body so you were laying down with your head resting comfortably on soft pillows. His large hands grabbed something from the shared nightstand, a blindfold which you frequently donned as not to see your beloved’s face, not yet at least. (There were vows to be had before that should happen) A giddy smile broke out across your face, as you could feel the leather of Paz Vizsla’s gloves brush against the skin of your face as he tied it snugly behind your head.
“You may not believe me,” he chuckled, you could hear his voice clearly now, “but I think I am far more thrilled than you are now.”
“Oh?” You retorted. “I highly doubt that, my- PAZ!”
The mountain of a man had moved to just below you, moving so that he fit right between your legs. A bit roughly, the man tugged your plush thighs flush against the sides of his head, making you a cushion of sorts. Admittedly, you expected something much more heated, something that required much less clothing than the both of you currently had on, but this was extremely enjoyable in its own right.
“Paz?” You asked. “Where did you ever get this idea?”
He grunted in response, but you would not let it slide. “I saw a video on the holonet.” The Mandalorian admitted. “It seemed like a good idea so I wanted to try it.”
“Well, I am very glad for it.”
Laying there in your bed, you could feel Paz Vizsla turn his head to the side and press a soft, kiss and a gentle nibble to the inside of your thigh. Grating him a satisfied sigh, the both of you remained close together, forgetting every worry, relishing in the feeling of being so intimately interlocked, of being connected to the love of your life.
#drabble#sw drabble#fic#fanfic#fluff#fluff writing#text#the mandalorian#the mandolorian#the mandalorian hcs#the mandalorian imagine#the mandalorian fic#paz#paz vizla x reader#paz vizsla#paz vizsla x reader#paz visla#paz vizla#reader insert#y/n insert#paz vizsla fic#sw fic#sw fanfic#star wars fic#star wars saga#Star Wars fanfic
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HC for Din, Boba and/or Paz for having a s/o that has really severe stomach aches? (I have ibs and it sucks :( ) Not the cleanest most appealing topic but.. maybe caretaking and fluff? or for Boba, you don't tell him because you don't want to slow him down or be a burden/liability? Thanks for reading <3
Stomach pain is never any fun, let alone something that’s chronic or severe. What I wouldn’t give to have a Mando taking care of me in such a situation.
All three Mando’s are very tuned into their S/O’s so they’re quick to notice when something is off.
If it’s the first flare up since you two have gotten together they might be a smidge panicked, worried you’ve caught something or were exposed to something dangerous on a job, though Boba does the best job at not being visibly worried over it.
Once initial concerns have been calmed its all about learning what’s going to make you feel the best. You need a hot water bottle or heating pad. He’s headed to the closest market. You need blankets? He’s got a heaping mountain of them at the ready. Any medications or remedies that help? He’s scouring the galaxy for it. Cuddles or physical comfort helps? He won’t let you go until you’ve thoroughly reassured him you’re better.
From there its about ensuring your comfort and health. Making sure you are properly hydrated, and you’ve got everything you need within arm’s reach. If physical comfort helps, he’ll do everything you he can to just shut out the world and be in bed with you as long as you need.
Din
Will leave the little one with Paz or Boba so you have one less thing to worry about. Plus that way he can focus all his attention on making sure you have what you need.
He may be a bit more awkward about helping, especially at first since he’s not all that experienced in caring for others. He has so often ignored his own needs there is an acclimation period to learning yours. Once he’s got it though Din is on top of it. He is Mr. Prepared. No matter how off guard a flare up may catch you, Din’s always got what you need on hand.
Paz
Is a natural caretaker. So adjusting to help you is second nature. You want for nothing with him looking out for you. He’ll do what he has to do to take time off from his duties to be with you and to keep others in the covert out of your hair (it’s a closed community, of course they’re all nosey) so you can recover in peace.
Paz is the best cuddler as well, this man is built for it. If physical comfort is your jam this is your Mando. Big strong hands that just want to make you feel better in whatever way he can. Added bonus is this man is a human furnace when you’re cuddling.
Boba
The least panicked of the three but that doesn’t mean he cares any less. Boba knows a thing or two about chronic pain following his run in with the sarlacc. He would do anything in his power to make sure you don’t have to feel any.
Kingpin Boba passes his duties off to Fennec (who is also more than happy to help you when needed as well) so he can be with you. Being the crime lord of the underworld also comes with additional perks, he can easily have someone get you whatever you need or crave while he stays with you.
Bounty hunter Boba, while quick to catch on to his S/O’s signs won’t push if you don’t say anything about it. He’s not one to intrude if you don’t feel like sharing. But if he sees you struggling or in serious pain on a job he will confront you. It breaks his heart to see you in pain and he will abandon a job in the middle of a hunt to take you back to the ship and get you settled. Once you’ve recovered or are up to talking, he will sit down and talk to you about being more honest with him. He doesn’t think less of you for needing to rest or take care of yourself. The more he knows the better a partner he can be to you.
#requested#mandalorian hc#the mandalorian#the mandalorian x reader#din djarin x reader#paz vizsla x reader#boba fett x reader#din djarin#paz vizsla#boba fett
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Ok, but hear me out, Paz Vizsla with a breeding kink
this is 100% correct
SMUT UNDER THE CUT, 18+ ONLY PLEASE
Definitely would want to get you pregnant, like, not even joking
Would want to make his own clan with you, rather than just taking care of foundlings
Family is so stressed in mandalorian culture, one of their six tenets is literally to raise your children as mandalorians
So he would definitely be eager to put a baby in you, as long as you were ok with it of course.
There would be a conversation first of course
As much as he wants kids, I feel like he would feel a little like he didn’t deserve it, like he doesn’t deserve you, especially after his fight with Din. He would feel like he could not keep his clan name going,
but once he finds out that you think that it’s a good idea, he is able to dissuade his own fears, because if you believe in him, then he must be worthy to continue the Vizsla name.
I hc that like, mandalorians cum like so much, like an ungodly amount.
“Come on mesh’la, that’s it, taking me so well. Gonna let me fill you up, aren’t you, you’re gonna look so good with our baby in you.”
After he cums, hes totally willing to push it back into you, maybe even use a plug so none of it is wasted by leaking out.
“Fuck, mesh’la. look so good like that, filled up with my cum. Can’t let any of it go to waste, can we?
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Do you have any HCs or blurby type things for Paz giving a very stressed and exhausted reader a much needed massage? I feel like he probably has a good understanding of the muscles in the body and isn’t afraid to put a little extra pressure into it.
Slow Hands
Slow Hands ( Paz Vizsla x AFAB!Reader )
Warnings: SFW (suggestive themes), fluff, paz being a good boy, language, AFAB!reader
Word Count: 1.0K
Author’s Note: i’d pay a million credits for this blue hunk to crack my back. HCs about Paz massaging the reader!! also thank you for your patience, anon <333
He’s uncharacteristically sweet when he offers. Not that Paz is inconsiderate by nature, but you hadn’t expected the brooding Mandalorian to offer you a massage.
You suspected he felt a little guilty, or at least responsible for your discomfort, at the very least.
He had kicked your ass during training. Like, totally fucking knocked you hard onto the mat. You could’ve sworn you saw stars in your eyes as your skull collided with the mat with a firm thump! and you could already feel your muscles straining to help you struggle to your feet.
Paz was almost surprised when you didn’t show up to training the next morning. Sure enough, he found you still in your bed, groaning in pain when you had to use your strength to sit up.
Initially, you refused his offer. Pressing your lips into a polite smile and insisting that you’re fine. Sore? Yes. But definitely didn’t need him to give you a massage.
But Paz is nothing but stubborn, and he cuts off your poorly composed excuse by pressing his strong hands to the meat of your shoulders and squeezing.
The whimper that escapes your lips is fucking mortifying.
But holy fuck are his hands so goddamn strong and skilled. You don’t try to shake him off and you certainly don’t try to talk him out of it again. Because right now you’re convinced that you’ve died and gone straight to heaven.
He doesn’t shy away from applying pressure, using his strength to work your muscles with firm ministrations. His touch never hurts or causes you additional discomfort, he never presses a spot that causes you to yelp in surprise pain or squirm from the ache.
You’re not sure, but you’ve convinced yourself that this was the moment you fell in love with Paz. Because there’s just something so soft about him despite being so strong, and he’s just so attentive and nurturing.
Luckily for you, the Mandalorian feels the same towards you. Which means you grow even more familiar with Paz’s hands as time goes on.
Massages after your relationship is established, usually end on a steamier note.
And I’m not saying that Paz won’t massage your legs and shoulders until your muscles are relaxed, and then do nothing more than press a kiss to your temple.
But I’m also not saying that Paz’s touches with sometimes wander astray from your sore muscles to much more tempting parts of your body…
To avoid dancing around the subject: Paz will usually end up “massaging” your ass or tits if you aren’t careful.
His excuse? You make a lot of pretty noises when he’s got his hands on you. Which… fair enough.
But he’s intentions are nothing but sweet. Sometimes you don’t even have to ask, he can just see the way your body is carrying stress and puts himself to work.
“I’ll do anything for you, cyar’ika.”
“Let me help you feel better, sweetheart.”
“Does that feel good, baby?”
Now, Paz won’t ask unless his muscles are really bothering him. But he will absolutely melt if you take the time to return the favor and give him a little massage.
The noises he makes? You understand why he gets so cheeky when he’s touching you.
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Touch/Gestures — Paz Vizsla
I did not write these questions! These questions were written by @wildfaewrites in this post but they intrigued me so much that I wanted to answer them all for Ori’jagyc!Paz who is as close to an OC as I’ve ever written even if he is based on thirty seconds of an actual character.
💪 - would your character be more likely to scoop someone up in their arms, or be the one getting scooped?
Haha! Definitely the one doing the scooping! He loves holding you in his arms and the way you slot into the mould of his body so nicely. I feel like logistically it would be quite the feat to scoop Paz up as in lift him however if we’re talking scooping as in simply holding I feel like it would be so unexpected for you to go and scoop him that at first he would be a little shocked but he would find it adorable the way your arms stretch around him and you glue yourself to his side that he would melt into it quite quickly probably with a deep rumble of a warm hearted laugh.
👍 - what (if any) is a good, safe touch for your character?
If you don’t know him and particularly if he doesn’t like you, virtually no touch is safe. Touching Paz requires passing a certain threshold of familiarity but once he knows you at all, even on a very casual level, he likes to greet people with a handshake and probably one of those shoulder or elbow grabs if they seem comfortable with it. If you’re his partner, he loves hugging you and dragging you to sit in his lap. Most of all he will spontaneously combust if you seek him out to sit in his lap it just does things to him. If you’re in public or around other people he appreciates a little more subtlety. He likes when you put a gentle hand on his shoulder or back to let him know you’re there when you’re passing by him. He also really loves linking arms with you when you’re walking and when you lean your head on his shoulder when you’re sitting next to one another. He’s also obsessed with holding hands with you cause it brings him immense joy to see how tiny your hands are in his.
👎 - what kind of touch is not comfortable or generally unwanted by your character?
Again, if he doesn’t know you, any kind of touch is uncomfortable for him. If you’re his partner, generally avoiding his tummy or sides is a good idea to start with, he’ll claim it’s because he’s ticklish but some of it stems from a little bit of insecurity leftover from his childhood. As you become more comfortable with one another though he may start to open up to you a bit more in that regard, especially if its paired with lots of kisses and words of affirmation. He’s a strong lad but even he needs reassurance too sometimes.
👐 - can your character handle more than one set of hands on them? do they enjoy it under the right circumstances, or generally not?
Oddly enough, in a fight he can handle it but in virtually any other situation not so much. It just become’s a bit overwhelming for him and actually makes him a bit uncomfortable.
🤲 - is your character better at receiving touch or giving it? under what circumstances?
Paz doesn’t realize it often but he really does communicate a lot through touch and the way he touches people says a lot about his attitude towards them. There’s a lot of variation in the force of his touches depending on who it is. Like if he were to hug Din he would just about squeeze the crap out of him but when he hugs you, its forceful and packed with love but ever so gentle. He loves to give touch to tell you how he feels about you but he equally appreciates when he’s on the receiving end of your touch too.
🤝 - how comfortable is your character with the 'professional' type of touching/gestures? (i.e. handshakes, having a card handy, small talk, etc)
He likes a good firm hand shake and he has quite a few different kinds of them for different situations. For example there’s that strong hold that emanates nothing but respect and warmth to a friend or someone he admires, but he also has that vice grip hold made with the sole purpose of intimidating the hell out of the receiver and he does it incredibly well. Sometimes he’ll do that one as a joke to see if he can freak them out and then laugh his ass off when that terrified look crosses over their face.
🤛 - how does your character react to being hit? are they likely to continue a fight if someone else starts it, or try to de-escalate or get away?
Oof yeah, if you’ve read Ori’jagyc, you know it’s definitely a little too easy to start a fight with Paz at times. Being able to differentiate when physical action is called for and when it’s not is something he’s improved on greatly over the years but in his youth he had a lot of pent up emotion he didn’t know how to expel without hurting people. His size and reputation tends to invite a lot of people trying to prove their strength against him but thanks to you he’s learned to ignore a lot of their provocation.
🖐️ - high fives, yes or no?
Yes! Mostly with the foundlings or younger mandos but some circumstances just call for a congratulatory high five.
👋 - someone waves at your character. what do they do?
Probably get very confused at first. You? Waving at me? ...okay. *waves back hesitantly*
✌️ - are there any gestures or touches that your character shares with a friend/team/loved one that are a type of code between them?
Oh for sure! A good ol’ keldabe kiss means this man loves the hell out of you and he will do it any opportunity he gets.
🤙 - how does your character's relationship with touch change if they get tipsy or otherwise chemically unbalanced?
There are very distinct phases to his drunkness. First he goes completely silent and doesn’t touch anyone as though that can cover up his obvious inebriation, then get one drink past that and he’s loud as hell, laughs at everything and wants to hug anyone, friend or foe.
🤞 - if your character needed to touch someone to check on their physical condition, how would they go about it?
Ah, getting into Jare territory here. He absolutely ask consent to touch you first if possible. He’ll extend a hand out and tentatively touch a part of you like your hand or upper arm lightly to make sure you know he means no harm and then once he has your explicit consent to inspect/treat you he’ll do so and check in almost too much. However if you’re unconscious that complicates things considerably and becomes a nerve wracking situation for him because he can’t just let you die.
🖕 - someone touches your character in a way that's rude or that they just don't like (i.e. shoves past them, etc). what do they do?
Will scare the living shit out of them just by standing there in silence and if warranted he doesn’t have a problem with starting a fight.
🖖 - if your character needed to communicate peaceful or helpful intentions to someone else through touch, how would they go about doing that?
Very light gentle touches likely to your upper arm or forearm but only if they seem comfortable with it. He’s aware of how intimidating he can appear to people so often he finds keeping his distance and not touching anyone is best until he can establish some trust with them first. In the past he’s had to split up fights before and in those cases he’s a little harsher but will literally just place himself between two people and take the hits until the issue is resolved.
👉 - does your character gesture to draw someone's attention to other people/things? are they likely to notice if they get pointed at? if they don't point, what's another gesture they might use?
He likes to pull the strong silent move a lot of the time if he’s in a loud and hectic situation where he has some authority he’ll literally just cross his arms over his chest and stare intensely like a teacher waiting for her kindergarten class to calm down until it just commands people’s attention to him. He’ll direct it as he sees fit from there.
He will absolutely notice if he’s been pointed at even in a busy room and it will put him on high alert. Paz is more likely to nod in something or someone’s direction than pointing explicitly. It’s more subtle, less sudden and less likely to draw attention that he doesn’t want.
A pet peeve of his is when people snap to get his or anyone else’s attention. He finds it really jarring and it pisses him off.
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maybege’s masterlist
Welcome welcome to my main masterlist/intro post? maybe? Let's get some ground rules established first:
this blog is strictly 18+ only! (minors and ageless blogs will be blocked)
i don't do taglists and please consider my requests closed unless i state otherwise. Asks and HCs are always welcome though!
my current obsessions are: paz vizsla (star wars), boba fett (star wars) + aaron hotchner (criminal minds)
you can find my AO3 profile here! (it has all my current wips as well as former blog stories that are in the process of being reposted!)
wonder when the next part of your fav series will be up? chances are it will take a while but i do my best to announce when something is close to being published
in the meantime:
here is the masterpost for my brain children (aus)
here is the masterlist for all the smut prompts i took in as requests. (they are also in each character masterlist)
and last but not least here is the event masterlist to my birthday bash
detailed masterlists for each character can be found here:
Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds)
Din Djarin (Star Wars)
Boba Fett (Star Wars)
Paz Vizsla (Star Wars)
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