#paz vizsla x gn!reader

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What If - Part 4

Summary: Mandalore approached and you cannot help but feel like something is about to go terribly wrong.  

Pairing: alpha!Paz Vizsla x omega!fem!Reader

Wordcount: 6.2k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, explicit sexual content, size kink (Paz is big-big), (semi-)public sex, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampies, knotting, cockwarming, dirty talk, praise kink, Angst with a capital A, fluffy fluf

As we say in German “Was lange wärht, wird endlich gut” which is what I am using as my excuse for why this took so long. The truth is: depression is a bitch, real life is a bitch and creativity and time for writing are like the same side of two magnets that do not want to even go near each other. Anyway, we made it!!!

There are a few people I gotta thank for this. First and foremost the iconic, the brilliant @mostly-megan who not only suffers through all the random AU ideas I have (and there are a LOT of them) but also brainstorms with me. The Ragnar Scene and also a very (very!) lovely scene towards the end of this part would not exist without her and for that, I am very grateful. Then, of course, the ever-present, ever-lurking genius that is the Boba Tea Anon who is in the Paz trenches right there with me and encourages me in everything I do (even if it is just a – I promise one day I will do a Lord Huron Paz piece!). Also, a very special shout out to Neyo (@galacticgraffiti) who gave the Mando kids their names, suffers through The Horn Knee with me and is always there to cheer me on. And then, of course, all you Paz girlies (gn) who make me feel like a sane person while I ramble about a faceless man who appeared for a total of 23 minutes (if that) and is – canonically – dead anyway. You make sharing my writing worthwhile in the first place and I will be forever grateful for getting to share my writing with you.

And with that – on to the last part (and the new canon for me lol). Please let me know what you thought in a comment or a reblog!

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

There was a certain impatience to him you had not expected at the last meal. When the announcement came that you were approaching Mandalore, Paz – who had spent the dinner between you and Ragnar – had pulled you into his lap, his arms like iron around your body. Ragnar had wandered off to the front with all the other foundlings, expectantly looking up at the clan leaders.

You had turned your face into Paz’s neck, trying to get his scent on you. You could not believe how you had only known this man for a few days – a week, at most! – and yet his scent was the only thing that seemed to calm you down. And it was no different for him.

The alpha’s hand immediately found your scent gland and you shivered as the soft leather brushed over your skin. It did not take long until he pulled his gloves off, settling them into your lap, before resuming his motions.

The nervous energy in the room was palpable but it was practically radiating off him and it inevitably affected you as well. Where you had been excited, if a bit reluctant, a few weeks ago at the prospect of reclaiming Mandalore, now there was only a strange sense of dread in your stomach. One that even the alpha could not dissolve.

“When you wake up tomorrow, some of us will set foot on our homeland for the first time in too many years,” Briggs announced, his serious gaze roaming over the packed hall, “I cannot promise you it will be easy. I cannot promise we will all wake up to the sight of Mandalore. But we will die trying.”

You could see Ragnar looking back at his father who tilted his head. A gesture meant to be reassuring but only resulted in you questioning whether Paz would be one of those dying. You shifted nervously, causing Paz to tighten his hold on your waist.

“Calm down, love,” he rumbled quietly behind you, “It will be alright.”

Forcing yourself to nod, you gripped his large hand tightly, trying to burn into your brain what it was like to touch him,

“Rest well and rest assured that tomorrow will mark the start of a brand new era,” Briggs raised his glass, “And let us toast to our home!”

“To our home!”

Everyone lifted their glasses and the conversations resumed, a constant background roar that reminded you of the countless fates that were tied to the success of this mission. A strange feeling started in your chest, and not the kind that Paz’s presence usually caused.

You shifted again, watching as the crowd dissipated and the foundlings were walked off to bed. Their excited chatter moved down the hall and something cold clenched your heart when you watched Ragnar wave at his father.

Immediately everything quieted down. With everyone returning to their own conversations and the hall being considerably more empty now, Paz did not waste any time. His hands landed on your thighs and you managed a wobbly smile.

 “What is going on in your pretty head?” he asked you, his fingers skimming over your thighs, “You’ve been squirmy all evening.”

“Who says something is on my mind?”, you popped a berry into your mouth, grimacing at the sudden sour taste.

“True,” he laughed, “You might have just spent dinner thinking about when you can finally sit on my cock again.”

“Paz!” you gasped, “you cannot – I mean – what if –“ You glanced around with flushed cheeks, relieved to see that no one had seemed to hear his indecent theory.

He laughed again and the sound made your heart and body melt. “I will never tire of making you flustered,” he murmured, his big hands pulling you closer, “Though I actually would not mind having you cockwarm me tonight, sweet omega,” his fingers brushed the underside of your breasts and you shivered, “I would be lying if I said I could ever get enough of you.”

“I actually had something similar in mind,” you admitted shyly, slipping off his lap and enjoying the way his hands followed you and his body leant into you. As if he wanted to keep touching you, as if he never wanted to let you go. Your heart skipped a beat and you smiled.

“I … would like to try something?”

He leant back, his legs spreading with the movement and your teeth dug into your bottom lip at the sight of the obvious bulge in his pants. “Oh yeah, omega, and what would that be?”

You made a few steps away, making sure that your robe (a dark blue, just like his armour) swished around your form as enticingly as possible. Paz’s head turned to follow your movement from your place in front of him to a chair in a dark alcove, dressed in shadows where you knelt down right in front of it.

The big alapha hummed, rising to his feet, knowing exactly what it was you had in mind. “I think I can get behind that idea.”

From the other sounds that were floating through the cantina, you knew that illicit things were already well underway. Most of them likely more graphic and adventurous than what you had in mind. Still, you felt a little nervous at the prospect of sucking Paz Vizsla’s cock.

But for some reason, this was exactly what you needed. You wanted to bring him pleasure, so much pleasure.

You watched as he pulled off his cape, folding it expertly before motioning for you to stand. He dropped it on the floor, his hand steadying your elbow as you sunk down on the soft fabric. “Don’t want you uncomfortable,” he announced, before sitting down in the chair.

He looked big like this, bigger than usual. And oh so confident it already made your panties wet. His knees spread, the trunks he called thigh caging you in and you watched with bated breath as his fingers undid his codpiece, expertly freeing his cock.

He was already hard and dripping precome, the knot at the base slightly inflated and you squeezed your thighs. It was not like you had never seen his cock before and it certainly was not as if he had not fucked you before. Yet, the sheer size of him and the thought of taking him in your mouth overwhelmed you a little.

Where were you supposed to start?

But when one big rough hand closed around his shaft and Paz started to jerk off right in front of you, you could not help but to simply … dive in.

Opening your mouth as far as it would go, you closed your lips around his tip, one hand struggling to fit around him. The grunt he let out, paired with a twitch of his hips, had you smiling around him.

“Stars above,” he cursed, “Warn a man next time, won’t you, love?”

You looked up at him, teary-eyed, while your tongue licked the underside of him. Or at least the part you could reach. He was heavy in your mouth, heavy and big and he tasted of something that made you want more. Slowly, you moved forward trying to take more of him but soon enough, he bumped something at the back of your throat and you sputtered.

Before you could panic about breathing, Paz had pulled out of you, his large hand cupping your cheek while the other was still wrapped around the base of his cock. “Deep breaths, omega,” he soothed you, his hand leisurely stroking himself, “You are doing so good for, trying to take it all.”

“You’re so big,” you marvelled, wrapping your hands around him, “I want it all, alpha, I – Paz, I really want it all.”

“Want my help?” he asked, “Might have to be a little rougher, though, sweet omega, and I can smell how much that turns you on but I need you to tell me – Are you sure?”

You nodded eagerly, darting your tongue out to lick at him. “I am sure, alpha,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to the tip, “I promise.”

“If it is too much, tap my thigh three times, understood?”

You nodded again, shifting on your makeshift pillowed. Your thighs were already drenched at this point and you wondered whether you could come just from sucking him off. It seemed like you would be able to do a lot of things when it came to Paz.

His grip on your face loosened just the tiniest bit. “Open up for me,” he ordered, pulling your face towards him, “There we fucking go. Gorgeous.”

“I will never tire of this sight,” he groaned, “You struggling to take my size, trying to be so good for me,” he shifted, his hips surging forward and you smiled with pride when you did not gag this time, “Can I go deeper, love? Is that okay?”

With your position between his legs, your jaw wide open around him, you could not really nod. But Paz seemed to recognize the excited twinkle in your eye because you could hear the grin in his voice when he muttered a “Stars, you’re perfect.”

You took great care to keep your breathing even and through your nose, experimentally swirling your tongue around him every time he pulled out of your mouth. His thrusts grew heavier, his hold on you tighter and you swore you were this close to coming just from the sheer sight of his shaft covered in the sheen of you.

It was not long before he came in thick spurts on your tongue. You struggled to swallow it all, your throat working overtime as you did your best to swallow around him. “Good girl,” he praised you, “My good fucking girl.”

Your heart jumped in your chest as you licked him clean, not quite ready to let go of this intimacy.

His hand came to your chin, gently scooping up some of the come that had spilt from your lips. “Here you go,” he offered his coated thumb and you sucked the digit into your mouth without hesitation. You could never get enough of his taste.

“Let’s retire for the night, love,” he suggested, “We have a long day ahead of us.”

*

By the time you got settled in your bunk, you knew it was only a few hours before everything would start. Before you had to say goodbye.

Paz had excused himself, leaving you to get ready for bed alone before he appeared by your side, dressed completely in his armour.

“Are you okay?”

“Said goodbye to Ragnar,” he explained, sitting down on the little cot, hunching his shoulders over so he would not hit his head.

“Oh.”

Somewhere behind the curtains, someone snored.

Paz grunted when he laid down, his giant arm reaching out and pulling your back to his front.

“Is this okay?” you asked quietly, “It’s a tight fit.”

“It’ll be okay,” he murmured, grunting when he pulled the curtain closed, “I will not spend my last night without my calmer.”

“Aren't you uncomfortable?” you asked, your voice small, “With – with the armours and me and all the …”

“I will not spend my last night without my calmer,” he repeated, leaving no room for doubt. It took a bit of shuffling to turn you around but when you finally were facing him, you already felt much better. You tucked your face into his neck, breathing in his scent as he wrapped both arms around you.

Your heart was squeezing so hard in your chest that the emotional pain became physical.

What if this was his last night? What if you would never see him again?

And what if you did? Would it ever be like this again? Would he want to keep you as his calmer (or more?) when Mandalore was finally reclaimed?

Paz shifted, his large hands running over your back until one settled at the back of your neck.

“I got you,” he rumbled, “You’ll be safe, omega, I promise.”

You swallowed away the need to tell him that it wasn’t your safety you were worried about.

 *

The next morning was worse. It barely qualified as morning and you were sure you had not found any sleep. You had just been shifting all night from side to side, desperately burying your nose in his neck to soak up every little bit of his scent that he could give you.

You were not sure if Paz had slept either but when the alarms sounded in the room at the same time, it took him a minute to get up. Everyone was shuffling around the packed room silently, most of them already dressed and armoured. Ready to descend to the surface of Mandalore.

Despair was clawing at your insides. You felt like you were watching something from the outside that you knew would fail. That you knew would destroy everything you held close to your heart.

And yet, you watched helplessly as they lined up, preparing to board the ship that would take them into the atmosphere.

It was silent – eerie – as if everyone knew something big was about to happen. And you couldn’t move from his side. You couldn’t even if you wanted to. You needed to be here with him.

You watched as Paz double-checked his weapons and your mouth quirked up as you remembered how the man had seemed like a weapon on his own the very first time you had seen him. And how true it was, now that you saw guns and rifles packed to every piece of his armour that could carry it.

Your smile fell just as quickly as it had appeared. Would this be the last time you got to see him?

You had been scared a lot of times in your life. Like when your parents had taught you how to swim and you had been convinced you would sink to the bottom of the sea. Or when you had taken a bad fall in one of the hiding places and scuffed your knee. But that childish fear of creatures and heights was nothing compared to the existential dread that settled in your stomach.

It wasn’t fear that something could go wrong it was fear that you knew something was going to go wrong.

And could you really risk this?

“You, uh, you will come back, right?” you whispered, already hating how needy you sounded. But you needed to hear him say it. You needed Paz Vizsla’s words to be the ones to tie you to the hope of a future together.

“Someone already scared for me?” Paz tilted his head and while you knew this was supposed to be a joke, his voice did not sound very light. Like he knew it too. That feeling.

“Well, I mean you have Ragnar,” you shrugged, pulling the cloak closer around you, “And I mean your tribe needs you, you are a great warrior and –“

“Exactly,” he interrupted you gently. You watched as he approached you, his steps heavy and measured and you swallowed. “I am a great warrior,” he repeated with his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, “Which is why I will come back to you.”

“But –“

“Listen to me,” he whispered, his hand cupping the side of your neck, scenting you so gently your eyes fluttered close, “I vow to the stars, I will come back to you, love.”

That was the last thing he said to you before he boarded the ship.

*

If somebody asked you what happened during the time you were waiting, you would not be able to tell them. As soon as Paz embarked on the with the scouting group, it felt like time stood still. You barely knew what you were doing. You were pacing the entire length of the ship it seemed, Ragnar keeping you company for a few of those pacing trips before he distracted himself by playing with the other foundlings.

You tried to approach your feelings rationally. You had spent a lot of your time these past few days in close proximity with Paz. He was an alpha, you were an omega, obviously there were some biological components that could have contributed to your feelings for him.

But that was exactly it. Your feelings …

At the thought of Paz not coming back, it felt like your heart ripped into two. You could not fathom a world without him in it and, more importantly perhaps, you could not fathom your life without him in it. You wanted him to come back and when all the tribes settled in their parts of Mandalore, you wanted to be as close to him as now. You wanted to spend your evening with him and Ragnar and you wanted to know what his days were like, what his role was in his clan.

Whether he wanted to keep you in his life as well.

Waiting was pure torture. Communications were cut and all that remained was the cold silence of the ship. You avoided the cockpit and strategy meetings, Briggs (thankfully) seemed to understand your reluctance and did not press you on the matter. Until Axe Woves came to warn the ship of the Imperial that had settled on the planet and the fight that had broken loose.

That was the meeting you had insisted on attending, hoping that – in whatever capacity – the stoic alpha might drop some comments about the people on the surface.

“Is,” you swallowed, “Is he well?”

The beskar-clad man, much to your frustration, said nothing at all.

Which was not very helpful.

The fight continued and troops were dispatched and you stayed, keeping the foundlings safe and quiet. In fitful dreams, you heard yourself confessing your love to him just before he disappeared never to return again. You woke up with cold sweats until you crawled into his bunk, pressing your nose into his pillow and willing yourself to think of a future in which he came back to you unharmed.

Sometimes, you could hear Sluice and Chants converse about what to do if it all failed. Whether to settle back in Nevarro was another possibility or if the tribes should stick together to find a new home.

All you could think was that you would not leave Paz on this planet.

You could not leave him.

It was morning when the announcement came. You had buried yourself in his cot, his sheets pressed to your nose as you took trembling breaths when the PA system stuttered to life, the mechanical voice echoing through the empty hallways.

You had retaken Mandalore. The air was breathable and you could safely land on the surface to meet the victorious troops.

The joy and excitement that spread through your entire body could not be described. Nothing could happen to wipe the smile off your face as you frantically searched for the one good dress you wanted to wear when you saw Paz again. You wanted to please him and kiss him and tell him you loved him. And maybe, if you were very lucky, he loved you too.

Stars, how you hoped he would.

But that elation stopped short when you set foot onto Mandalore. You could not even look at the surrounding landscapes, the fallen home of your ancestors – when you spotted the group but no Paz. A quick glance around did not reveal him either and suddenly the feeling of dread was back again.

Briggs was standing there too, and you knew the man long enough that when you saw his eyes getting glassy at your sight, he did not need to say anything anymore for the tears to fall.

This was it then.

You always wondered what it would feel like to live with a broken heart. Now you knew.

The pain in your heart was unbearable and you suddenly wished that you had never left the bunk this morning. That you were still curled up in his scent and his blankets without the knowledge that the alpha you wanted to spend your life with was dead.

“Where is my buir?” Ragnar asked somewhere behind you and you could hear it in his voice. How he tried to sound strong but he was just a child. A child without his father.

He made his way to the front and stopped by your side. You put your hands on his shoulder.

“I am sure he will be fine,” you assured him, not believing your own words, “He – he must have … another mission somewhere, right?” you looked to Axe Woves who avoided your gaze, “Right?”

Ragnar grabbed your hand. “Bu said if he is late, I need to distract you.”

“What? Why?”

“Because we're family,” he said it so effortlessly, “and because I know he will come back but you might worry and you shouldn’t worry.”

You were not sure what happened first: the stopping of your heart or the break in your breath. Paz told him you were his family? Ragnar considered you … his family?

“Do you wanna play a board game?” the boy asked and the breath rushed back into your lungs, “Bu taught me a few games for when I wait for him to come back.”

“He did?” you asked, your voice faint as you followed him back to where someone had set up a small open-air cantina at the ramp of the ship. You ignored the looks Briggs and Chants gave you. Ignored the way that Bo Katan bowed her head as if to pay respect to you as if you had something to mourn.

Not now, you told yourself as your heart cracked in your chest. Maybe tomorrow you could bury yourself in Paz’s bunk, breathing in his scent until there was nothing left but your own grief.

Tomorrow, you promised yourself, Tomorrow I will know he is dead.

*

The sun was setting over the mountains and Ragnar made no sign of stopping the game anytime soon. He had patiently explained the elaborate card game to you before dealing the cards. And then he had continued to play with you the entire day. Sometimes, people joined you for a round or two. The first had been Din Djarin – the man with the green baby. He had not said anything but you could feel the sadness coming off him in waves.

Then there had been The Armourer who had stayed for only one round, occasionally speaking to Ragnar about his helmet ceremony (the first having been interrupted only a few weeks prior). She was followed by Sluice, Bo Katan and finally, Briggs.

“Mind if I join?” the older man had asked, only sitting down when you nodded.

“Not at all,” Ragnar spoke up, relieving you of the to find the energy, “Do you know the rules?”

Briggs had left after two rounds, his warm hand on your shoulder the only indication of what he had come here to say. My condolences for your loss.

The tears had burned hot in your eyes but you forced yourself to keep playing. Ragnar won most rounds and the one he did not, you were fairly sure he lost on purpose. “No worries,” he assured you with childish wisdom, “Sometimes it takes a little longer to get the rules.”

“That is okay,” you forced yourself to smile, “How about we take a break for some food?”

“Good idea!” the boy jumped up, “I will get some of the berries and you stay here and watch the cards!”

Before you could protest, he had raced to the small buffet table.

You both welcomed and feared the moment of solitude this afforded you. It allowed you to take a deep breath, to let your shoulders and your guard fall. Maybe even a few tears if you were quick about it. You did not want Ragner to see you like this. He seemed to be determined that his father was alive and well – that he would return – that you could not bear to be the one to break his heart.

“Bu!” Ragnar shouted and you whipped around immediately. It took you a moment to find Ragnar but when you did, he had his arms wrapped around the legs of a large man. A man dressed in dark blue armour.

 “Paz,” you sighed, feeling tons lighter. Ragnar threw himself at his father who caught him though you did not fail to notice the way his legs almost buckled.

Stars he was hurt.

A new wave of panic washed over you and you did not realise you had stood up until the stoll toppled behind you. Several pairs of eyes were on you but you only cared about one.

Paz set Ragnar down and whispered something to him. You watched as the boy nodded, skipping off to Din and the Armourer. And then Paz walked towards you. Though walk seemed too weak a word for the way his heavy steps came closer and closer, his looming figure soon right in front of you.

Paz was right in front of you.

“You,” he growled, taking your hand without slowing his stride, “Come with me.”

“Paz, what happened?” you asked, trying to look him over, “Are you hurt? Did – Were those Imperials we spotted on the radar? Axe Woves and Briggs and – oh stars, we need to get you checked out and wait – are you bleeding? Where does it hurt maybe I can –“

A door swished open and you glanced around in confusion. This was not the infirmary. This was not even a proper room if the cleaning supplies on the shelves were anything to go by.

“Paz, you need – oh!” your hands gripped his shoulders tightly when he lifted you onto a surface. Was it a table? A counter? Stars, you could not bring yourself to care. Not when he was standing in front of you, panting like he had the fight of his life behind him.

Which he probably did.

Your heart clenched again, from fear or joy you could not tell.

His large hand fiddled with your dress and with a rip, your entire front piece was hanging off you in tatters.

“Alpha,” you cried, moving your hands from his shoulders to his chest, “Alpha, are you all right? I was so worried.”

The big man stepped between your open legs and you took a deep breath. The smell of adrenaline burned your nose but you could not help but notice the arousal that was in the air as well. He was angry and determined and the way he did not even look at his hands when he tugged on his belt made you glad you were already sitting down.

“Keep calling me that and I will be,” he grunted, opening the snaps of his armour and finally his fly.

Your eyes were fixated on his hand around his cock. “Pull down your dress,” he instructed instead, “I want to see your tits.”

You hurried to do so, almost ripping the fabric entirely in the process but you could not care less. Not when you had your dream of an alpha standing between your open legs, getting ready to fuck you. The ruined fabric pooled around your hips and the cool air made your nipple pebble. But then Paz was right there, the bulk of his body between yours and you could feel his cock against the inside of your thigh.

He pushed the tip of his cock against your folds, slowly circling your clit and you whimpered. Why did everything he did feel so good? “Ready?” he asked, spreading your wetness around and you found yourself wishing that you could see. That you could see how big he was against you, how his hand gripped himself, how his brows might furrow in determination and the set of his lips as he pushed inside you.

But you could not have everything in life. And for this moment, the feeling of his cock stretching your walls was enough. He was here, he was alive and he made you feel so stars forsaken good.

“Fuck,” you sighed, “Paz …”

“That’s good, huh?” he grumbled, slowly pulling out before pushing back in. You could feel your walls ease around him, your juices covering his shaft and the gland on your neck pulsed with the need to have him scent you.

He remained still for a few moments and you took a deep breath, breathing him in again and trying to get yourself to realize that he was alive. Your alpha was alive.

Paz started to move, then, and slowly pushed inside you again before building up a steady rhythm that had him deep, deep inside you. And all you could think, between bouts of pleasure, was that he was alive. Paz was alive.

“Fuck,” you whispered, your hand shaking as you gripped the edge of the table, overcome with emotion, “A-alpha, I was so scared. “

A particularly hard thrust had your hands fly around his neck. “I was protecting you,” he replied, his voice shaking, “You were never in any danger, omega, I would not allow it.”

“I wasn’t scared for me, you di’kut,” you cursed as you hastily wiped away the tears streaming down your face, “I was scared for you!”

Paz grunted at your admission, pushing inside you again and pulling you as close as he could with the armour in the way. “And I was scared of never seeing you again,” he confessed into the darkness between your faces, “That I was breaking my promise to you.”

“Wh-What,” you gasped, feeling his cock grow inside you, “Alpha, what is happening?”

“Oh fuck,” he grunted, “Sorry, ‘mega, sorry, I didn't mean to – oh shit, love, you gotta stop squeezing me.”

Easier said than done. In fact, it seemed impossible. Because as soon as you realized that it was his knot swelling inside of you, all you could think about was what it would be like to be knotted by him. Which turned you on beyond belief.

The mental image of him filling you up to the brim, the giant size of him staying inside you, made your walls flutter and your high approach so much faster. Paz’s movements did not stop and you could feel the ring at his base growing and growing, catching on your entrance with every thrust and making you yearn to keep him inside.

“Alpha, will you – Can you – oh!” he hit that spot inside you again that made your blood sing and you fell back against the wall, completely at his mercy.

And then the light went out.

Your body tensed with fright and you squeaked, thinking something had gone horribly wrong. But Paz did not seem deterred and you faintly remembered that the light switch was somewhere on his side of the room.

There was a sound you could not pinpoint, followed by a loud clatter and then his hand was at the back of your neck, pulling you to him and you squirmed at how he folded you in half, his cock still nestled deep inside you and then he was … kissing you.

You gasped, the feeling of his lips familiar against yours and everything you had dreamed of.

“Fuck it feels good to fill you up,” he murmured, the praise making your cheeks warm.

Your legs were still trembling around his hips and you tightened your hold around his neck. Your nose bumped against his scent gland. Add that to the feeling of his smile against your shoulder and even retaking Mandalore could never rival the feeling of being scented by him.

“That good, huh?” he teased you, his lips moving against your skin.

He had some stubble that tickled your sensitive skin and you gasped, the sensation opening you up even more.

And then he pushed inside you one last time as you came around him. The knot at his base swelled with no signs of stopping, locking you together as he filled you up. You shivered at the feeling of him twitching inside you, spurts of come filling you up in a way you had never experienced before, increasing the pressure inside you that made your walls clench. He continued to rut against you, causing your clit to rub against his pelvis again and again, prolonging your peak.

After what felt like an eternity, you came down from your high, relishing in the feeling of him still pulsing inside of you. It was strange, something you had never experienced before, but the closeness made you sigh contentedly against his lips.

Paz was quiet save for a few grunts, his hands grabbing your hips, keeping you as close as possible.

“I’ve never been knotted before,” you admitted between kisses.

“Really?” Paz asked, his mouth pausing on yours, “How does it feel?”

“It feels kinda nice, alpha,” you whispered, pulling his face closer to yours again.

Paz did not say anything for a moment, his laboured breath loud in the small room. Then his hands cupped your face and you could feel his eyes on you and you wondered if he was able to see you despite the darkness. Probably not, after all, it was his visor that usually enabled him to do so. But he made you feel seen with how his thumbs brushed over the apples of your cheeks, still wet with tear tracks or how his lips softly landed on yours.

“I don’t think I told you yet,” he said against your mouth, “But you are beautiful. To me, you are the – the most stunning omega I have ever seen. When I was down there – when I … I dreamt of what it would be like to see you with my own eyes.”

A flutter started in your chest. An awful flutter of hope that had you thinking of futures beyond the next few days. He could not mean what you thought he meant, right?

“But you helmet –“ you started, trying to rationalize away the hope in your voice.

But Paz had other plans. “I want to court you,” he said, sounding as determined as ever, “Stars, I want to properly court you, love, whatever that entails for your clan but I asked Briggs and –“

“What?”

“I wanted to make sure that I did everything right,” he explained, his hand warm on your back, “So I asked him about any customs I might have to know, that last night before we left and – and for a second there it looked like I would never get to ask you. But I can, love, I can ask you now. Will you let me court you, ‘mega? Will you let me spend the rest of my life with you and Ragnar and all the other foundlings the stars let us have?”

“You – you want children, too?” you asked, feeling like the breath was stolen out of your lungs, “M-more than Rganar, I mean?”

You could feel his smile against your neck, the tip of his nose buried in the valley beneath your ear. “Course I do,” he confirmed, “Ragnar is the biggest gift of my life, I won't say no to that joy again.”

A laugh bubbled up in your chest and you could feel your walls clench around him. Paz moaned, his cock twitching inside you. “Is that a yes, then?” he asked carefully, his hand wandering up to cup the back of your neck. He moved away from you,

“Yes,” you breathed out with the biggest smile on your face, “Yes, Paz.”

The scent that surrounded you made you euphoric and you realized that it had been Paz all along. That sweet scent that made your heart beat faster and a smile appear on your lips? Paz fucking Vizsla.

“Open your eyes, mesh’la,” he asked you quietly, his breath warm on your face, “Look at me, sweetheart.”

And you did. Your eyes blinked open and it took you both an eternity and a second to get your eyes used to the seemingly blinding light of the storage room. But then your eyes met his and you saw Paz Vizsla for the first time.

He had dark eyes, just like you had daydreamed, and his hair looked just as soft as it had always felt. It was matted to his forehead in places and he looked … exhausted, like he had not slept in days. There were bruises on his cheekbones and you could see some dried blood and dirt on his jaw. But all of that was overshadowed by the brightest, biggest grin on his face.

It made the corners of his eyes crinkle and you could not help but smile back, absolutely in awe of the man in front of you. What were you supposed to say the first time you saw the face of the man you had fallen hopelessly in love with?

“You are handsome,” is what you settled on finally, carefully brushing your fingertip over his crooked nose.

He huffed out a laugh, his eyes twinkling with mirth. “Thank you, my love,” he rumbled and your heart skipped a beat at him calling you his. Because you were, truly, whether you had realised it before or not, his.

“I love you,” you blurted out, feeling oddly shy.

“I love you too,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “There is no version of this life in which I do not love you.”

“You will have to tell me about your scars,” you whispered, your eyes roaming over his face, catching on one that cut through his eyebrow, “Every single one.”

“I will,” he promised, kissing you again, “We have a lifetime for it.”

[sofasoap]

The Mandalorian

Story time.– Din Djarin x GN! Reader + Grogu Nightmare – Din Djarin x GN! Reader + Grogu

Heartbreak Series ( Din Djarin x F!Reader)

Heartbreak

Wrenching heart 

Mending Heart 

Interlude : Fracturing heart  

Scarring heart 

Healing heart 

Ner Kar’ta  - Finale to Heartbreak series.

Little Heart - Drabble post- heartbreak

Comfort - Short drabble, Pre- major event in the heartbreak series

Comfort - Extra – extra scene where Din goes to the market.

A quiet moment - Din Djarin - Post 'Little Heart'

Protect - Visiting your home world Naboo, Din becomes very protective.

Sweet - Short drabble Pre-relationship, when clan of three still travelling around in search of Jedi.

Sleep - Short drabble, second part to Sweet.

A guide how not to court Non-Mandalorian (Paz Vizsla x F!Reader)

Pinning

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a messy writing update

Okay okay okay so I have 9 fics ready or in their final edit, plus an additional 14 unwritten, all of which I want to post this month. Is that a lot? Yes. Am I going insane? Haha, yes! 😃

Below the cut is a list of the content you can expect on here in the coming weeks of December, starting Monday 12th (unless I have a brain freeze or meltdown or something. It could really happen at any moment! 😅)

Mandalorian's Mercy Pt9 (Alpha!Din x (afab) omega!fem!reader)

Chase Her Down (Vampire!Selina Kyle x gn!reader)

Andor Bingo: Escape (Mon Mothma x librarian!gn!reader)

4 x Marvel Girlfriend May fics (Days 14-17)

You Will Beg Part 2: She Loves It (dom!Wanda x (afab) sub!fem!reader)

The Catch (Paz Vizsla x (afab) princess!fem!reader)

And depending on what else I get written, the remaining 14 fics I want to write & post this month:

5 x MGM fics (Days 18-22)

4 x Andor Bingo fics

Mandalorian's Mercy Pt10 (finale!)

You Will Beg Pt3 (finale!)

An Untitled Fennorian x OC Request

An Untitled Okoye x Reader Request

An Untitled Christmas Fic for a Pedro Pascal character I haven't written for before 👀

Thankyou for sticking around and I hope you enjoy watching my impending madness unfold in fic form ���

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You want Paz requests? I’m in love with the man, I think of him all the time.

Did you ever experience someone telling you they like you as a joke when you were a kid?? I definitely did.

I can imagine big strong thicc man Paz telling me he has feelings and would like to court, and me just getting upset because I think someone put him up to it as a joke. I’d legit cry. Little bit of angst, some fluff when they talk it out, the whole nine yards

Real Love, Baby

Pairing: Paz Vizsla x Mandalorian!Reader

Word count: 1.2K

Warnings: Bullying, kids are cruel, probably some emotional trauma, a smidge of violence, angst, a sprinkling of fluff, a lack of proof reading because I’m ✨impatient✨

A/n: Oh man I had my own brand of emotional manipulation back in the day but that’s the worst, I’m so sorry that happened to you but we’re gonna turn it around in here! Hope this is what you were looking for! Cue “Real Love Baby” by Father John Misty!

Masterlist

Having grown up in the covert alongside him it felt like you’d known Paz forever. You didn’t get the chance to speak much or work together often anymore but you had always thought those formative years together had given you somewhat of an understanding of one another.

Believe it or not Paz wasn’t always as popular among the covert as he was now. He was big and clumsy as a child and didn’t know how to control his emotions. You had both been made laughingstock in all the school yard games, the butt of every joke. You doubted he even remembered it now, how you two had been forced to look out for one another back then. There was still one time you couldn’t get out of your head when after being humiliated in front of just about the entire class he had beaten up the kid who had asked you out only to laugh in your face the moment you stuttered out a yes. He had endured the punishment for once again losing his temper and starting a fight and he’d done it for you. You had never known how to thank him properly for it.

Since then he’d been deemed useful by the tribe. He’d gained their respect through brute strength and growth of character and now he practically ran the place. He was compassionate and strong willed, brilliant with children, a provider if you had ever seen one and a surprisingly good leader. He was everything the tribe needed and more which was why you were so taken aback by the words tumbling out of his mouth now.

You paused, unable to control the quiver to your jaw or the way tears had begun to blur your vision as the memories came flooding back to you.

He was supposed to be different. He knew better. And here he was telling you he loved you? No.

“Kriff, Paz I know you’re popular now but I thought at least you would have the decency not to pull this old stunt on me.” You managed to choke out, thankful for the helmet which now at least helped you hide the hurt that felt like it was ripping you up from the inside. The hurt because what he thought of you actually mattered. The hurt because you had worked so hard to push yourself past the phase in your life where you let peoples words cut you deeper than any vibroblade and here he was knocking you right back into it. The hurt because you wanted him to mean those words more than you had ever wanted anyone else to and instead here he was making some kind of sick mockery out of how famously unlovable you were just like all the rest of them had back then.

“And to think I spent all this time trying to figure out how to thank you.” You scoffed, turning on your heel to escape back down the hall.

Paz’s mind reeled. What had he done wrong? He made the mistake of reaching a hand out to grab your wrist—any attempt to get you to stay, to let him figure out what to say, to explain—Bad move.

In the blink of an eye you’d managed to twist out of his grasp and quite literally sweep him off his feet with the collapsible spear that lived on your person at all times. Jabbing it towards him as he attempted to recover from the breath that had been taken from his lungs upon his impact with the floor, you leaned over him, the crown of your helmet almost touching his when you spoke again.

“Who put you up to it?” You managed to grit out trying your best to maintain the upper hand but your voice gave out and you knew even through the vocoder he couldn’t have missed that pitiful gasp of a sob that managed to sneak past your lips.

Realization struck Paz almost as hard as your foot which came to press his chest plate back down when he tried to sit up.

“No one, mesh’la”

“Bantha shit,” you spat out and he felt the words slap him across the face and truly sting despite the visor in between you at the thought that you believed what you were saying. The idea that some stupid little kids back in school had convinced you you were unworthy of love or warmth or affection. For a second he was seeing red all over again. It was like he was back in school watching them poke fun at you for being compassionate and kind and wearing your heart on your sleeve in a way he’d seen no other mandalorian do. You were so strong, and so brave and so real and they’d forced you to bury it, hide it all away so they wouldn’t pick it to shreds. He could see it now, still there, scratching at the surface, bursting at the seams to be free and it made him all the more confident of the words that were falling out of his mouth.

“Don’t let them win.” He said softly, remembering the words you had told him when you were young and the same kids who tormented you kept trying to taunt him into fights they knew he would get in trouble for. A sudden wave of guilt flooded over him at the thought that the only reason they gave you such a bad time back then was to get to him. “You can’t let them control your happiness like this forever.”

“Paz…” the words failed you as the spear went limp in your hand, your shoulders falling and a heavy sigh rattled through your chest. “You can’t seriously want me…” you shook your head, staving off another wave of tears but you didn’t resist him this time when he moved to sit up, nor when he tugged you down to sit in his lap, a large gloved hand guiding your chin so you were forced to look straight at him.

“See that? Those are their words, not yours.” He hummed, a low warm thing full of softness and care that made your heart ache. “And I’d really like to hear your words when I ask you this question.”

A second stretched into another as you grappled with the idea of what was happening. With the reality of what he’d said earlier and the weight that he had actually meant it despite all that you had been convinced of. You allow yourself a hesitant nod, ready for the laughter to start booming from all around you but instead a large warm hand slides beneath the lip of your helmet to brush a gloved thumb against your jaw line.

“Would you please allow me to show you what it’s like to be loved for real?” Paz asks and he can feel the smile that tugs at your lips beneath his hand before you speak in a voice that is yours and yours alone.

“Yes.”

Masterlist

[tailorvizsla]

Paz Vizsla Masterlist

[Updated 01/30/2022] Please read all warnings!

Long Fics/Series (15k+ Words)

A Proper Mandalorian Courtship [Complete] Arc One Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | *Ch 6* | Ch 7 | Ch 8 | *Ch 9* | Ch 10 |

Arc Two Ch 11 | Ch 12 | Ch 13 | Ch 14 | Ch 15 (The End) R for canon-typical violence, somewhat graphic injuries, heavier topics regarding death/dying, and explicit language. Probably SFW as there is no sexual content here. Chapters that might be more triggering are in asterisks. A story about Paz Vizsla trying to navigate his faith; various Mandalorian courtship and marriage rituals; and dealing with the fallout of decisions made by others many years ago. (Paz Vizsla x f!Reader)

Bite Me Ch 1 | Ch 2 | [Not Updated Regularly]

NC-17 for explicit sexual content, canon-typical violence, and vampires drinking blood.

A Vampire!Mandalorian AU. Rilne, who is known for being stubborn and nosy, gets in over her head when she snoops where she doesn’t belong. Paz Vizsla x f!OC x Din Djarin (+ Paz x Din, Paz x f!OC, Din x f!OC situations).

Urgency Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | [COMPLETE]

NC-17 for explicit sexual content, canon-typical violence, and dub!con content. Also includes a realistic depiction of pregnancy, labor/delivery, and the first few weeks of life with an infant.

Sex pollen has an adverse affect on Paz Vizsla, and you’re the only person who can help him recuperate. Dub!Con warning. There is proper aftercare and discussion of what happened. (Paz Vizsla x f!Reader)

Headcanons:

HC Kebiin the Loth Kitten - PG, Paz Vizsla x gn!Reader HC - Paz and Din with a Short SO - NSFW, afab!Reader x Paz/Din Sleeping - NSFW, Paz Vizsla x gn!Reader Domestic Life + First Time With Paz  - NSFW, Paz Vizsla x afab!Reader Paz’s Fantasies  - NSFW, Paz Vizsla x afab!Reader Paz + Tall SO - NSFW, Paz Vizsla x afab!Reader Paz + Being Asked for Baby (POP) - NSFW, Paz Vizsla x afab!Reader Paz and Din with a Short SO  | Paz Vizsla x afab!Reader Sick Day - Paz Vizsla x gn!Reader Sex Pollen/Truth Pollen Blurb - Paz Vizsla x f!Reader Jealousy (Paz, DIn, Armorer) and First Fight (Paz Vizsla) - PG-13 These were combined into one big post because I received multiple requests for the same characters and I didn’t want to clog anyone’s notes with separate posts. All of these are PG13 and safe for work.

Fics:

FIXED IT | [PG-13] This is me fixing Fabro and Felony’s inexplicable and inexcusable actions at the end of The Mandalorian Season 3. Implied violence.

NSFW Alphabet Series | [NC-17] A collection of oneshots for the NSFW Alphabet series, written in ficlet format.

Aftercare | Paz Vizsla x f!Reader Body Part/X-Ray | Paz Vizsla x gn!Reader Dirty Secret/Risk | Paz Vizsla x f!Reader Oral | Paz Vizsla x gn!Reader Quickies and Kisses | Paz Vizsla x f!Reader

Lonesome No More | [NC-17] A six-month separation leads to a very pleasant reunion between Reader and Paz. (Paz Vizsla x f!Reader) Breaking the Rules | [NC-17] Being locked up indoors for long periods of time leads to Reader breaking the rules. The Armorer takes it easy on Reader, but Paz does not. (Paz Vizsla x f!Reader)

Yearning | [NC-17] Princessbatears’s winnings for my 100 Follower Giveaway. Paz and Reader share an intimate moment together. (Paz Vizsla x f!Reader)

Already? | [NC-17] An ask sent in by clint-aww-no-barton that spiraled out of control and became its own fic. Involves marriage and babies. (Paz Vizsla x afab!Reader)

Dirty Talk | [NC-17] Paz says very dirty things to Reader while in an alleyway. (Paz Vizsla x gn!Reader )

Torture | [NC-17] Paz gets tortured in very nice ways. (Paz Vizsla x gn!Reader )

Daddy’s Little Brat | [NC-17] A cesspit of utter unabashed filth and depravity in which Paz tames his brat of a lover, using whatever means necessary. Read the warnings! (Paz Vizsla x f!Reader)

Home is in Your Arms | [NC-17] Reader, an ex-Storm Trooper, tags along with Paz after she saves his life in combat. Two years later, their relationship moves forward a step. (Paz Vizsla x f!Reader)

Aruetii | [NC-17] Reader and Paz have a fight that leads to the dissolution of their relationship. Pure angst. (Paz Vizsla x f!Reader)

Business As Usual | [NC-17] Paz breaks the number one rule of being a FWB - he catches feels and realizes it too late. (Paz Vizsla x gn!Reader )

Stuffed  | [NC-17] Reader is a Mandalorian warrior who wants to have a baby. Paz and Din take turns with her until she gets knocked up. Rougher than the usual stuff I write. (Paz Vizsla x f!Reader, Din Djarin x f!Reader)

Bucket Buffet | [NC-17] 10k+ words of smut involving Din Djarin, Paz Vizsla, Boba Fett, the Armorer, Captain Rex, Death Watch Mandalorian, Bo-Katan Kryze, Axe Woves, Koska Reeves, Dezha Draldeega (my OC), Kreez Vac (magsgotswags’s OC), and Sadet (magsgotswags’s OC). All but Kreez and Sadet are gender neutral.

A Night of Sexy Sex with Paz Vizlsa | [NC-17] Part of the Bulbous Salutations April Fool’s Day fic exchange. Warning: cringe-worthy euphemisms and descriptions for sex. Enjoy.

Artwork:

When your kid’s a brat #JustBuirThings Paz & His Loved Ones Homecoming Stealing Paz’s Clothes Paz Vizsla and Din Djarin Being Children Paz Vizsla’s Got Tattoos Paz Vizsla, Clan Leader AU Paz Vizsla + Tailor Shooting Shit Paz Vizsla + Tailor Cuddling F!Paz Vizsla Paz Vizsla + Tailor + Baby in Carrier Ragnar Meeting his Future Buir/Paz Meeting His Furture Riduur

NSFW Artwork:

Riding Paz AO3 Link Shibari/Bondage AO3 Link

If you search my tags for asks, you can find a lot more Paz content there, too! Please enjoy!

[remmysbounty]

Could I perchance request the prompt

“Marry me”

“What?”

With Paz and a side of fluff? 🥺

omg yesssss!!!! I can’t believe I haven’t thought of this yet 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 be prepared to just have Paz staring at you with heart eyes under his blue helmet.

You kept one eye on the holochrome as the other remained stuck on the entrance of your shop.

Paz should have been back by now.

The bell attached to the door jingled softly and you found a smile growing on your lips as your head snapped to look at who had entered only for it to disappear completely.

Bounty hunters.

There seemed to be only two of them and from the way they strutted into your shop they seemed to believe that they held all the power in this situation.

You schooled your features and rolled your shoulders back just as Paz had taught you many nights ago. They didn’t pay much attention to you behind the counter so you took the chance to slyly grab ahold of the private comm Paz had gifted you and sent a short message. Just three dots.

You wouldn’t need to tell Paz any words, because those three dots were enough to tell him the situation. Trouble.

Your eyes looked up at the clock and then glanced towards the bounty hunters as they seemed to wait for you to act. They swaggered about the shop floor, with their chests puffed up and their hands nowhere near those blasters. Only when they looked up they both found themselves with a blaster to their face.

They laughed, and your resolve steeled. You lowered one of the blasters purposefully shooting right next to one of the hunter’s foot.

“I don’t know what you two want, but I recommend that you leave,” you raised the blaster back up to the hunter’s chest, “now.”

Clearly they weren’t expecting you to act, from the way they looked at one another with a hint of fear in their eye only to quickly return their eyes to you. You started up the other blaster, going to shoot the other hunter as they quickly fell on their own feet trying to get out of your shop.

The second the door closed, you rested the blasters on your counter and grabbed the com, turning it on as you brought it up to your ear, “Paz?”

You tried to ignore the slight waver your voice had as you waited for him to respond.

“You okay, mesh’la?” His gruff voice clearly showing his worry for you, “I’m almost there.”

You nodded your head before remembering that he couldn’t see you, “I’m fine, really... might have used some of what you taught me.”

The pride was obvious in his laugh and tone, “That’s good mesh’la, really good.”

“Were you able to meet up with Din?” Feeling yourself finally relax at hearing Paz’s voice, you started to clean up your shop so that you could close up when Paz arrived.

“Actually....” “what did you do Paz?” Your cheeky smile was obvious to the both of you.

You still found it funny when Paz got all embarrassed around you. It didn’t happen all the time but when it did, you couldn’t help but laugh.

Still you got no response from him, so you asked him the first possibility you had, “You asked him and his ad’ika to join us for dinner didn’t you?”

“How did you know, mesh’la?”

“I know you, Paz Vizsla. That’s how I know.”

He seemed to mutter something that not even the comm thought, and then he said two words that shocked you to the core, “Marry me.”

“What?”

You were so busy cleaning up the mess you’d caused in your shock that you didn’t hear the bell go off, or see Paz’s boots out of the corner of your eye. But then you heard him again, not through your comm but next to your ear, “Marry me, mesh’la?”

Your face shoot up as you came face to face with Paz’s blue helmet. You weren’t sure what to do but clearly Paz did. His gloveless hand came up to your face and cupped your check softly as you let yourself relax into his touch.

“Ner riduur,” he whispered, “I want to be able to call you that every day of the rest of our lives.”

You nodded slowly, tears falling down your face, not that you realized it until Paz wiped them away, “I want to be your riduur, Paz.”

He brought you into him, your chest hitting his armor, not that either of you cared.

You knew Din was standing outside the door, you could clearly see him, but from the way he peered at you and Paz you knew there was no way he’d come inside until Paz would tell him to. Suddenly, Paz brought the two of you up off the floor and you yelped as you tightened your hold on him, only for him to spin the two of you around.

“Paz!”

He stopped spinning slowly, “Yes, mesh’la?”

“I am really happy that we’re gonna get married, but can we at least let Din in now?”

Paz laughed, and grumbled slightly, as he let Din in without letting go off you.

You and Paz were getting married. You didn’t know when or where, but you two were getting married and just that thought filled you with a happiness and love you couldn’t believe you had for the blue tin man whose eyes continued to just watch you.

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translations:

mesh’la: beautiful

ner riduur: my spouse/partner/wife/husband

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Tin Man:  @captn-andor  @thewayofthemandalorian   @magpie-to-the-morning  @magicrowiswritingstuff  @booksmusicteaandanimals  @dinthisisthe-wayson  @littlemisspascal  @din-damn-djarin  @cleversturmhond  @dincrypt  @ohwaitimthewriter  @poestardust  @dindjarindiaries  @dindja  @dindjarinsghost  @reluctant-mandalore  @pascalpanic @princessxkenobi @smoldjarin @spideysimpossiblegirl

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Mando May 2021 Week 2 + Day 12

AN: Next prompts are done! I had fun writing this bittersweet ficlet, and I hope you all enjoy reading it! Again this wasn't entirely edited and all LIKES and REBLOGS are really appreciated and help with exposure! Love you all!

Prompts:

Ret’uryce mhi- “Maybe we’ll meet again.”

Mandalorian goodbye, their fate not fixed in fact.

Yaim- Home

Pairing: Paz Vizsla x GN!Reader

Words: almost 1.6k

Summary: You’ve been hearing blaster fire for what feels like all afternoon when things go eerily quiet, and then you here a thud outside your door followed by a heavy knock.

Warnings?: gunfire/fighting mentioned, angst, soft Paz

The day had started as any other. You'd woken up, crawled out of bed and into the refresher for a quick shower, and then headed down to the small bakery you owned and lived above. The day wasn't anything special, no holiday or big event planned, it was just supposed to be an average day. 

After heading downstairs to the small bakery that you owned, you grabbed a stale pastry that didn't sell the day before and ate it quickly as you turned all the lights in the store and kitchen and fired up the ovens as you took stock of what you had and needed more of soon. Then you set about measuring and mixing, and once the pie crusts were cut and filled, and the bread doughs were set aside to rise, you went about prepping the small confectionery molds and worked on measuring and melting down sugars and chocolates.

By the time the store opened you counters were filled and there was more baking in the large fire ovens. Admittedly, you had gone overboard with the baking this morning, but it was only because today was the day that your favorite customer would be coming in, a large tower mandalorian in blue armor that you had taken to calling Blue Bird after he had not given you his name and you had noticed the jetpack strapped to his wide back. The mandalorian had also found the nickname funny, chuckling when you had first called him that, saying, "That is a first, no one has given me that name before."

At the time you had smiled, and basked in the fact he had liked the nickname, especially considering it had fueled you're attraction to the man who was softer than he appeared to be. Blue Bird always came in once a month and bought the old baked goods that had not sold and were still editable, as well as completely clearing out your candies with a soft, "The children always like your candies the best." 

You always snuck in fresher goodies, knowing that stale bread was nothing to live off of, and the first time you did this had resulted in Blue Bird to try and pay you extra the next time he came in. In the end it only started a game between the two of you and you eventually found yourself giving only fresh breads, pastries, and sweets that you had made that day, or the day prior, saving the older staler things for yourself and to hand out to those unlucky few you came across sitting and shivering in dark alley ways or on corners with cups and hopeless looks in their eyes. You and the mandalorian grew closer over time, seemingly like a force was drawing you together, and while neither of you had made the move to cross into that uncertain area of relationship territory, the both of you knew clearly that the other was fond of them.

As time went on as well Blue Bird explained some of the mandalorian culture to you, though only very basic things. He told you why he could not show you his face or give you his name freely, and you had accepted that fact with a smile, knowing that even without those two things your heart would always long for him. He made sure you were aware of the importance of his armor, and the wars that had been fought with the precious metal. The large man had even gone as far as taking you out and teaching you how to use blaster, all the while telling you how important weapons were to his religion and culture, then at the end of the night gifting you the weapon he had taught you to use, and the gesture was met by a soft look from you and you knowing exactly the commitment and feelings behind the deeply meaningful gesture. There was absolutely nothing you could do to stop your heart from yearning and falling for the man after he showed you the soft, kind side to his hardened warrior facade.

So each month, on the same day you waited with baited breath, watching the door to your store every second waiting for his hulking figure to walk through the frame. And that was exactly what you were doing today, even as you shared kind smiles and words with your other regular customers, you still distractedly watch the door. You knew he never came until it was close to closing time because he liked not being surrounded by people and he liked the privacy of the late hour. Did that stop your impatience, or excitement to see him again, not in the least. 

The day absolutely dragged on, to the point that you had only had two customers by the time midday had come and gone and you were starting to wonder if you were going to be counting losses for the day. That's when you heard the muffled blaster fire and your stomach started turning. Blaster fire wasn't exactly uncommon here on Nevarro, but to this extent it was. You were too scared to venture out and look to see what was happening yourself, but it sounded as if every being in town with a blaster had turned up and started shooting. The loud shots echoed off the walls of the buildings, and you thanked every deity that it sounded like the fire fight was slowly traveling away from your small bakery and not towards it.

It felt like the fight dragged on for days, and the shouts and blasters refused to stop as you curled up behind the counter with Blue Bird's blaster clutched in your hands bringing you some comfort. But, after hours of shaking in fear and waiting, the loud noises slowly came to a stop and everything seemed eerily quiet. You still refused to move, not trusting whatever was happening to be over yet, and you took deep breaths to try and calm yourself down. Only after a few minutes of silence you jumped out of your skin as you heard a loud thud right outside your doorway and then a heavy knocking thud. Slowly you peaked your head above the counter to see the top of a familiar blue helmet through the small window that framed the top of you door. You will admit readily that never before had you run so fast to the door and opened it, let alone eagerly pulled in a dirty, post fight warrior before locking the door, but in that second you did just that.

Once he was inside, you finally let your fears engulf you and let tears fall freely down your face. Through blurry vision you saw Blue Bird reach out to you and cup your face tenderly wiping away the tears. 

You weren't sure when you closed your eyes, but they shot open when you felt the slightly cooled touch of rounded metal on your forehead and found yourself looking eye to eye with Blue Bird's visor, as he slowly stroked your cheek, and you finally registered the soothing words he was speaking to you. Once the tears had stopped, the mandalorian's low soft and steady voice spoke, "I am leaving, mesh'la. The imperials have found our small covert, and we are also being hunted by the parsec's guild, so we must all leave and scatter ourselves…"

"But- Leaving? You...you'll visit still right?"

"Mesh'la, I don't think I will be able too, at least not for a long while."

You felt you heart cracking at the mandalorian's small admission and you clutched onto the hand that was still on your cheek as you frantically darted your eyes along his visor and breathed out, "Then...then I'll come with you...Just..just give me a second to grab a small bag." 

Immediately after saying that you tried to turn out of his arms and rush upstairs but you found yourself mandalorian's arms wrapped around you waist holding you in place and his helmet pressing slightly firmer into you forehead.

"I cannot take you with me, cyare. I will not put you in more danger by you just traveling with me."

"Bu-"

"Please...please don't make this harder than it already is…."

You were crying again by this point, with chest rattling sobs, trying to choke out pleas to convince the mandalorian holding you, but only managing soft wailing noises. Then the scuffle of footsteps sounded outside and you heard him sigh before whispering, "Mesh'la, my darling starlight, you will always be my yaim, my home, the holder of my heart, and I will try everything to come back to you, but I must go now to keep you safe."

You couldn't find it in yourself to do anything but listen as the man you loved said goodbye for what could be the last time, and you felt like your chest was caving in on itself.

"Blue Bird…"

"P-paz, my name is Paz Vizsla, mesh'la."

Feeling another sob make its way up your throat you forced it down so you could brokenly say his name as he squeezed you close on last time before pulling away. You watched unable to move as he took steps towards the doorway to your shop, and after he unlocked the door he turned to you and said in a language you didn't recognize, "Ret’uryce mhi," then you watched himnstep out of your shop, and disappear upwards into the sky, leaving you to sob alone on the floor of your shop.

(Thank you so much for reading! I appreciate it sooo much, and if you would please LIKE and REBLOG it helps me out a bunch. Love you guys!!)

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[whiskeynwriting]

Characters that fall outside of the Pedro Pascal fandom will end up here!

These characters are also alphabetized.

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| Black Noir | Captain John Price | Eddie/Venom | John “Soap” MacTavish | König | Paz Vizsla | Simon “Ghost” Riley |

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Black Noir

(The Boys)

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Captain John Price

(Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2)

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Eddie/Venom

(Venom)

Mine Tonight (*)

Venom takes advantage of his time with you.

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John “Soap” MacTavish

(Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2)

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König

(Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2)

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Paz Vizsla

(The Mandalorian)

Cabur (*)

You have Paz's first baby.

Carnal Conviction (*)

Paz likes you the best.

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Simon “Ghost” Riley

(Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2)

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[cora-vizsla]

Hiya!! ☺️ I have a drabble or one shot request for Paz! (Fluff and/or smut or whatever direction you want to take it)

Okayy feels warning: Basically I am in feeling... down lately...and idk, unseen I guess in my current relationship (I feel like we are speaking different languages and so we only end up talking or being able to talk on a very surface level. Ultimately ...there’s just a lack of connection and understanding at the moment) so I would love a Paz comfort or taking care of reader scenario to live vicariously through, if you’re up for it 💕😌

You got it! Hope you like this! If you don’t, please let me know and I'll write something else. Thank you so much for your request :) I wrote this gender neutral because I didn’t want to assume. Hope that is okay!

When Paz finally came in from working on the ship, you were curled up in a blanket by the fireplace. It was a small cabin but thankfully when the engines malfunctioned you were close enough to make it work. The planet was absolutely freezing and without temperature modulated armor like the man close to you, you surely would have frozen to death by now.

“Are you cold, mesh’la?”

You shrugged, not bothering to actually answer him. You heard his helmet thunk onto the table before his heavy steps got closer.

“Are you sick?”

“No, Paz. I’m fine.”

Your voice was much more clipped than you wanted it to be but part of you hoped that he would just leave you alone. You weren’t in the mood to talk nor were you wanting to explain why you were upset. You should have known better than to think Paz would ever let you sit alone sulking.

“Are you hungry? I know I’m hungry.”

You tried to stop the light laugh from escaping you but failed. You saw his face light up at your reaction and he scooted closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. You grumbled but nestled into him regardless. You hissed when your shoulder touched his cold armor, and he slipped the blanket back over you.

“Sorry. I’ll get out of the armor. I forget how cold the outside of it gets.”

You watched him slowly pull all the pieces off his body. It was hard to forget just why you were upset in the first place until he started mumbling in Mando’a. Your face fell so you turned back to the fire so he hopefully wouldn’t see it.

“I saw that, cyar’ika. Please talk to me.”

Your chest tightened at the idea of actually complaining to him. He was doing everything for you. He worked on the ship every day and came inside to keep you company as much as he could. The fire was always warm, and you never went hungry. When he pulled the books out of the ship, he had stashed for you “just in case” you wanted to cry. He was a wonderful man to you. Why was it so hard to just find a way to make him understand how you were feeling?

“I just.. Paz sometimes I feel like we just don’t understand each other. Or maybe we just.. don’t fit together.”

He quickly pulled you into his lap, having you straddle him and holding you close. There wasn’t anything overtly sexual about what he was doing, he really just wanted you close to him.

“I think we fit perfectly, mesh’la.”

You sighed and put your forehead on his chest in frustration.

“That isn’t what I mean.”

You sat back up and he was looking at you intently, his beautiful hazel eyes looking back at you.

“Talk to me. I’ll listen.”

“You’re just this.. amazing warrior. You speak this beautiful language that I can’t even begin to comprehend. You’re so strong and steadfast to your creed. And I’m just..”

“You, ner riduur, are the most amazing person I have ever met. From the moment I saw you, I knew that no one else could ever compare to you. I like being your warrior. I like taking care of you. I like knowing that while I am working hard, you are comfortable in here where it is warm. When I spoke my vows to you, I meant every word I said. Do you not believe them?”

“What? No! Of course, I believe them. Stars, I know that you love me.”

“Then what is the problem? If you are not feeling loved and adored, then I must be doing something wrong.”

“That isn’t even close to true. Please don’t take my feelings as an indication that you’re doing something wrong. I don’t want you to ever feel like that.”

You leaned forward and rest the side of your face on his chest, closing your eyes at the steady sound of his heart. He ran his hands up and down your back gently with the only sound in the room the crackling fire.

“I understand if you aren’t ready to talk, cyar’ika, but when you are, I will be right here. And if I’m not right here I will be outside fixing the ship so we can get off this very cold planet.”

You chuckled at his literal explanation of where he could possibly be. When you sat up again, he cupped each side of your face, gently wiping away the tears you had no idea had even slipped out.

“I guess.. I guess I’m just frustrated at the barriers between us. I didn’t grow up like you.”

“I am glad for that. My life has not been easy, cyare.”

“I’m so weak and soft though.”

“I also like that. You fit perfectly right here in my arms. Wouldn’t be as comfortable if you were wearing armor like me.”

You cracked a smile and shook your head.

“I.. don’t even know your language.”

Your eyes looked down and he gently pulled your face back up to him.

“Is this what is bothering you, cyar’ika?”

“I heard you talking on the ship. I.. I went out to see how you were doing and you were talking in Mando’a. I heard you say my name but you just sounded so.. angry.”

“Oh, my sweet love, did you think I was upset with you?”

You shrugged and looked sheepishly up at him. He let out a roar of a laugh and kissed you gently.

“I could never feel anything but love for you. I was telling the Armorer that we were stuck, and I was worried about you. It’s very cold here and I don’t want you to get sick or hurt because of my stupid ship. You are my entire soul, cyar’ika. Stars, I am so sorry.”

He brushed your hair back and looked at you with so much adoration and devotion you felt your chest swell.

“Though I am upset you went outside in that horrible weather, don’t ever feel like you need to hide from me. I will always listen. I will always love you.”

“Do you promise that you will tell me if you are upset with me?”

“Absolutely, ner riduur. We are in this life together. I am not going anywhere without you.”

You smiled and let him pull you to his chest. He kissed the top of your head and pulled the blanket across you.

“I will also teach you Mando’a.”

“You will?”

“Of course, my love. Anything you could ever want, you have it. Just say the words.”

“What about you?”

“I already have what I need, cyar’ika.”

You sat up, letting the blanket slip down to your waist. He kissed you passionately, tangling his large hands in your hair. When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead to yours carefully.

“I already have you. There is nothing else I could possibly want or need. I am yours, eternally.”

[metahigh]

Rating: teen and up (READ THE WARNINGS FIRST, PLEASE)

Warnings (for the whole fic): The Angst, slow burn, pining, depression, mention of suicidal thoughts, a few curses, one (1) really vague reference to sex, canon divergences (Razor Crest and Amban Rifle, my beloved), reader has some background and hobbies (it’s spacious for almost anything, though), incompetent use of English, easter eggs and references (can you catch them all?), oh no there was only one bed.

Again, there are NO physical specifics, details or gendered pronouns beyond only mentions of some basic human stuff (limbs, hair, eyes, etc.). It should suit to the majority of readers. NO y/n. It all comes from the nature of the narrative. If I missed something, please, my asks are open.

AO3 /=/ More chapters

Side notes: felt like shit for the past days, but in the name of  #7daysnosmutchallenge i decided to ignore my self-deprecation about my writing and participate. @agirllovespancakes   Hope you enjoy it! The following chapter is my favourite so far. 

WC: 1923

Mando'a translation:

Alor - leader

Ad’ika - little one

Vor entye - Thank you (lit. "I accept a debt")

Me'ven - Huh? What? Expression of bewilderment or disbelief

Additional:

Keldabe Kiss - head-butt “kiss”

Confusion and relief washed him like a waterfall, while the same voice chuckled and added, “The Alor’s been waiting for you for some time already. I thought that little goblin got you killed”.

“He didn’t,” Din was never fond of their dynamic of “manly men” but, unfortunately, once it was established, he didn’t know how to change it into something with less insults, constant pushing and aggressive bickering, which the other man obviously enjoyed.

“Figured,” he snorted back with a sound of a vibro-blade gently tapping the beskar on Din’s chest plate, “Let’s go, she wants to see you.” With a deep sigh, he followed putting the blaster on safe mode and back into the holster.

The tunnel eventually ended in a smooth metal door with no handles or external locks. It opened after Paz activated magnetic key inside his vambrace. “How long did it take you to find us?” the blue giant asked when they entered a wide illuminated corridor with concrete walls and started to pass other doors and arcs.

“Not long,” he grumbled shortly not in a mood for a chat, which only earned another amused chuckle.

“Sure. It’s your first move, right?” Paz said over his shoulder when they took a right turn.

“Second”

“Yeah, yeah. But you were there when we moved to Nevarro. Didn’t have to play treasure hunt, did you?”

In most cases, ignoring Paz only riled him up more, but still Din refused to answer this one, his attention was too much consumed by the glimpses of common areas they were passing where he could see few other mandalorians, some mismatched furniture and even occasional kid. They always kept their actual numbers and location of other kindred hideouts a secret for the most members of the covert to prevent accidental leaks of information. Since Din was outside the covert for most of his time, he wasn’t shared with such delicate facts. Of course, he knew what to say to access his own covert through a network, but that was a common information for anyone, because it couldn’t be used properly without consensual involvement from one of them, and it had special code words in case of hostage, blackmail, torture or other similar situations. His mind worked as fast as it could, after so much time from his last proper rest, to take in all the changes.

From what he saw the layout of the new place was pretty much the same: first open rooms for gathering and meetings, then most probably storage facilities in one wing and various living spaces, class rooms and playgrounds in the other with a forge being somewhere in the middle of the place. So far, the new home was more spacious, much more secluded with no natural light, better air conditioning system, and it even had an official up-front cover, all of which was understandable considering local climate, population and coordinated government.

The corridor they were crossing was symmetrical to another and bended on the right side around the oval room. Above the forge entrance there was the Mythosaur’s skull looking like it was there for ages.

“He’s here as you asked, Alor,” Paz said making him drag his eyes from the metal skull to meet the Armourer.

She were busy, as always, working on a small piece while a kid, who barely reached her shoulders, stood beside and looked closely over her shoulder. His arrival wasn’t acknowledged by her in any way as she continued to carefully hit the metal in a regular rhythm. Paz went to lean with his back on one of the walls, which wasn’t covered in equipment or shelves, and started to sharpen his blade with faying disinterest to the surroundings. Only the kid threw a quick glance at him before going back to the view at hand. Used to her mannerism, he just took a seat at the low bench in the middle of the room facing the forge.

Her golden helmet was brightly illuminated with white fire tails from inside the foundry accentuating little horns with dark shadows. At some point, after alternating between heavy hits with a big hammer and gentle touches with a smaller one, she stopped, lifted the piece to show it to the kid and murmured something to them. The ad’ika listened closely, nodding several times, following with their visor every detail she pointed at while talking. They almost stood on their toes manifesting their curiosity, barely contained eagerness and all-consuming enthusiasm that could possess you this way only in a happy childhood. The sight of them struck a sharp pang deep behind his protective beskar, which he quickly subdued and willed to silence. Now was not the time to grieve for the missed future in an approach of a conversation and explanations he was surely expected to deliver.

Before landing, short idea crossed his mind at a light’s speed – did he really need to come here and with this… “prize”? He could’ve easily just buried the damned thing somewhere, found the most remote and empty planet to die on in an isolated peace ignoring all the nonsense he received unknowingly. In the end of a day, the Galaxy was not just big but incomprehensibly colossal. He didn’t owe anything substantial to Bo-Katan, and he would never call himself irreplaceable in the covert. Now, when his quest was complete, the previous repetitive routine looked pale and barely tolerable in comparison. The endless race from one planet to another, one bounty to another had been draining him for years, but he felt it catch up with him only when he saw Grogu leave for the last time. He couldn’t bring himself to care for anything like he used to with a restless sounds of the beast scratching at his heart from the inside in the background.  The thought of abandoning everything and everyone was shoved back to where it came from with tired irritation and annoyance. Fleeing was not his way of dealing with impending difficulties. He was trained and taught to plan them out with caution and mindfulness, go through them with fierce determination and ruthless honour. Never purposefully seek but always be ready to meet death while continuing to fight for his cause until the last breath. That’s what he always did, what his people lived by. It was engraved into his body and soul to guide him when everything else failed and left him blind. 

Neon sparks danced around the Armourer’s hand when she was soldering inner wirings back. After assessing her work to be done, she kneeled on one leg to help the ad’ika to put freshly fixed chest plate back to where it belonged and to receive a confident “vor entye” in response followed with a short clink of a keldabe kiss. Finally free to burn some of that accumulated energy, the little mandalorian ran away jumping with excitement. An unexpected recognition eased the tension in his shoulders, the same carefree feeling only born out of different roots: theirs from happiness and his from total lack of fucks to give. Whatever it was, it was going to happen. The stars could start to explode, people go insane, animals talk, the dead come back to life, paralyzed walk and so on. See if he cared. 

The Armourer started cleaning her working space, turning the foundry off, arranging her tools in familiar order and still not looking at him. When she was almost finished, Din broke the silence himself, “I fulfilled my quest.” His words were muffled with a sound of closing shelf. She turned her bottomless dark visor to him and keeping the eye contact took a seat opposite to him in fluid unhurried movements.

“Good,” she nodded. Her majestic timbre shortly brought goosebumps to his back. “What did you learn on your journey?”

He swallowed hard around the question. “I learned what I want to pursue in life,” in the corner of his eye, he noticed Paz faltering his idle actions. “But I know it now only because I lost it. And,” he suppressed a sigh. “I can’t get it back.”

After a moment of studying his figure, she explained evenly, “No one and nothing worthy of pursuing could be the same as they used to be in the past since they are alive, vital, meaning forever changing.” She gave him some space to take in what she said before continuing, “Is there anything else weighing on you?”

Din clenched his fists on his thighs. It was burning inside his belt pouch since he entered the covert, almost glowing despite its name. He unclasped the leather and retrieved it to place on the small table between them, “I accidently acquired it while rescuing the child for the last time.” Both of mandalorians’ helmets glued their attention to it.

“Me'ven? Accidently?! Accidently “acquire” the karking dark…” Paz unfolded his arms to step closer and loom over Din in his full height while barking in a mocking tone, until the Alor interrupted him with a more pressing question.

“Did you take it from a slain opponent?” she took it with her gloved hands to have a better look. When he didn’t answer right away, her helmet slightly angled back to him from the saber.

“Yes, but I didn’t know what it was,” though, his last words were overlapped with a wheezing laughter that recreated almost the same reaction from another man he knew, Din continued. “I was told by Bo-Katan that it was something she needed but she didn’t specify how she must get it, until it was too late.”

With Paz slowly coming down from his high in the background, the Armourer was finishing her examination. “Bo-Katan Kryze. A name I haven’t heard in a long time.” Syllables slowly rolled on her tongue as she returned the saber back to the table and brought her visor to him. “You might’ve figured it out already. We do not follow these power centered ideas for they’re misguiding and not essential to our prosperity. However,” she made an emphasis on that word paying a slight turn towards Paz who poorly attempted to suppress his giggles. “Some of mandalorians, who were raised with that perception of the Creed, idolize the darksaber for its,” she paused for a moment, “Rich history as a symbol of unity.” That earned a smirking huff from Paz who started wandering around them in silent anticipation. “What interests me is why is it still with you, if Bo-Katan was there to witness it in your hands?”

“I…We were helped by the Jedi who then took the child in his care,” he shifted barely in his seat under her unyielding gaze, “She told me she was going to challenge me only when I’m recovered from the mission. We agreed upon a date and a place to meet. Then went separate ways.”

She hummed to that, taking a deep breath and asking the final question he was preparing to hear since he found out about the nature of the weapon, “And what are you planning to do?” He looked at it again, lost, trying to find the answer he was sure of at least halfway through. “Are you planning to submit and give it away or bear the new responsibility according to yourself?”

“I don’t know. What should I do?”

“Not should,” she moved her helmet negative, “What do you want to do?”

He blinked a few times at her, trying to gather his loose thoughts, “I don’t want anything anymore,” was his only answer.

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[ladyxskywalker]

JULY 2022 (part one)

fandoms featured on this list; star wars, kenobi, the mandalorian, rogue one, & triple frontier 💫

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only

mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you

& of course, enjoy responsibly

all the love xo A ☕

✨️ apologies for this month’s list being a little shorter than usual ! I had some things going on, so some of these are comfort reads, & repeats that I’ve read again, new things I’ve read, or various series that I’ve started. hope you enjoy ! & happy reading ! 🤗

please send me things to read ! favorite fics or something you've written that you're proud of ! 💌

find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, Aug 2022 coming soon ! ✨

please let me know if you would like to be removed

✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

STAR WARS

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

✨ Anakin Skywalker

Stars, Hide Your Fires by @dearviper ao3 (sith!reader) (cw: major character death, mace windu)

Stay In My Memories (series) by @blxckmccn on ao3 (kenobi series) (inquisitor!f!reader) (canon divergence, lost memories, love triangle) (obi wan, anakin skywalker | darth vader) **

Stolen Moments by @full-time-make-believer, FullTimeMakeBeliever on ao3 (f!reader)

✨ Armitage Hux

Between the Wars by @mylifeisactuallyamess (f!reader, or gn!reader)

The Crystalline Knowledge of You (series) by @Irma7x on ao3 (practical magic au) (armitage hux, kylo ren) (f!reader) **

Prompts – Hux has baby fever by @mylifeisactuallyamess (cw: children, babies) (f!reader)

✨ Boba Fett

Arise, Ascend (series) by @zinzinina (f!reader) **

✨ Din Djarin

Brown Eyes (series) by @mandelirious (coffee shop au) (modern au)

Distracted by @ghostwiththemostbitch (sex pollen, consensual) (f!reader) **

Grogu’s Teacher (series) by @firstofficerwiggles (mand’alor!din) (f!reader)

Like A Moth to the Flame by @the-scandalorian (monster!dark!din) (dark beauty & the beast au) (f!reader) **

Skydalorian (series) (three works) by @celestial-alignment @Celestial_Alignment on ao3 (din x luke) **

The Mand’alor and the Jedi (series) (four works) by @theunacknowledged on ao3 (general)

You got me flowers? by @writingforcurrentobsessions

Prompts – ‘you deserve better than what you've got’ & ‘you're not at war anymore you could come home’ by @forever-rogue (f!reader)

✨ Kylo Ren

Mornings by @starsandroots (sir ren universe) (supreme leader!kylo) (wife!f!reader) **

Sparks and Embers (series) by @paper-n-ashes, paper_in_ashes on ao3 (kylo ren x ofc, poe dameron x ofc) **

✨ Obi Wan Kenobi

Daybreak by @zinzinina (cw: semi public sex) (tpm!obi) (f!reader) **

Dust to Dust, ii by @avarkriss (f!reader) **

The Language of Flowers (series) by @huffle-pissed (medieval au) (knight!obi)

Like Turning on the Light by @full-time-make-believer (f!reader) **

Made in the A.M. (series) by @strwrs @kittfisto on ao3 (gn!reader)

The Morning After by @scribble-dribble-writes

The River by @kittfisto on ao3 (gn!reader) **

Skin & Bones, ii by @hellotherekenobi **

Soft Family Fluff, ii, & iii by @forever-rogue (dad!obi wan) (wifef!reader) (cw:children)

✨ Padme Amidala

Stay In My Memories (series) by @blxckmccn on ao3 (kenobi series) (inquisitor!f!reader) (canon divergence, lost memories, love triangle) (obi wan, anakin skywalker, darth vader) **

[link under anakin skywalker ^^]

Prompts – Padme is feeling overwhelmed by taking care of the twins, Obi Wan is there for her by @labyrinth-runner (obidala)

✨ Paz Vizsla

Soulmate Prompts – your soulmate’s name appears as a tattoo by @ohheyitsokay (f!reader) **

✨ Poe Dameron

Back by @roanniom **

How We Fall by @uwingdispatch (gn!reader) **

It’s Always Belonged to You by @im-poe-dameron (f!reader) **

Quiet by @the-little-ewok (f!reader) **

Ten, Eleven, Twelve by @foxilayde (f!reader) **

Prompt – ‘I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me and I give you permission to just do it.’ by @disabledameron (gn!reader)

ROGUE ONE

✨ Cassian Andor

A Story of A Princess by @storiesmadeofstars on ao3 (cassian andor x leia organa) (cw: children)

Departures by @storiesmadeofstars on ao3 (cassian andor x leia organa) (pre-rogue one)

Enemies to Lovers Prompt, ‘What do you want?!’ ‘You!’ by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader) **

Steam, Domestic Intimacy Prompt, by @poeticandors

Tell the Galaxy A Tale by @storiesmadeofstars on ao3 (cassian andor & leia organa)

There Will Be A Time by @storiesmadeofstars on ao3 (cassian andor x leia organa) (canon divergence, post rogue one)

Unfaltering by @uwingdispatch (cw: chronic illness, pain, ptsd, implied sexual intimacy) (gn!reader) **

TRIPLE FRONTIER

✨ Benny Miller

Sunshine State (series) by @brewsterispunkk (f!reader) **

Words Unsaid, & Help From An Old Friend by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader)

✨ Frankie Morales

Back on Your Feet (Fries & Peaches) by @the-blind-assassin-12 (f!reader)

The Flamingo & The Fish by @the-blind-assassin-12 (writer’s iron chef)

Frankie…Frankie from Across the Street by @icanbeyourjedi (f!reader) (cw: ptsd, fireworks, drinking, food) **

Paper Planes, ii by @hopeamarsu (soulmate au) (f!reader) **

Prompt – ‘I know you probably hate me right now, I get it.’ by @forever-rogue (f!reader)

✨ Santiago Garcia

Prompts – ‘I’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss you’ by @dailyreverie (cw: alcohol)

✨ Will Miller

Wisteria & Moonlight (series) by @artemiseamoon (werewolf au, priestess!ofc) (original characters) **

** be sure to check out part two for moon knight, pedro pascal characters, & more multi fandom recs 📖

[flightlessangelwings]

Here is my masterlist of all my fics for Kinktober 2021! All fics are labeled with what type of reader they are and all other warnings can be found on the fics themselves. Obviously, these all contain smut so no one under 18 should be reading or interacting with these fics please! Header made by me!

To stay updated on when I post, feel free to follow my fic update blog @flightlessangelwings-updates​ and turn on post notifications!

The list I used this year was provided by the wonderful @the-purity-pen and the full list can be found here! Divider made by @firefly-graphics

❤️ = personal favorite

1. Face sitting- Logan Delos x afab!reader

2. Threesome- Din Djarin x fem!reader x Koska Reeves ❤️

3. Ass worship- Bishop Losa x fem!reader

4. Spanking- Angel Reyes x fem!reader

5. Lap dance- Horacio Carrillo x fem!reader

6. Deep throating- Din Djarin x gn!reader

7. Strip tease- Ezra x afab!reader

8. Size kink- Paz Vizsla x fem!reader

9. Lingerie- Loki x afab!reader

10. Hickey/Biting- Santiago Garcia x afab!reader

11. Sleepy sex- EZ Reyes x afab!reader

12. Body worship- Benjamin Greene x fem!reader

13. Edging- Boba Fett x afab!reader

14. Temperature play- Billy Russo x fem!reader

15. Collaring- The Darkling x fem!reader

16. Nipple play- Din Djarin x afab!reader

17. Pegging- Benny Miller x fem!reader

18. Sex work- Pero Tovar x fem!reader ❤️

19. Overstimulation- Frank Castle x fem!reader

20. Sex toys- Thirteenth Doctor x afab!reader

21. Wax play- Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader ❤️

22. Thigh riding- Joel Miller x fem!reader

23. Cock warming- Marcus Pike x afab!reader

24. Slow and soft- Sam Wilson x fem!reader

25. Breath play- Fennec Shand x afab!reader

26. Strap- Captain Marvel x fem!reader

27. Swallowing- Frankie Morales x afab!reader

28. Teasing- Billy Russo x afab!reader

29. Food play- Clint Barton x afab!reader

30. Praise kink- Marcus Moreno x afab!reader 

31. Wild card: somnoplilia- Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader

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Hi Momma! Could I please request (Love) 13. “I’m staying.” with (Humor) 3. “If you pinch me one more time.” for Paz? Thank you!!! 😍

Title: Sick Day Pairing: Paz Vizsla x GN!Reader (Mando) Word Count: ~800 Rating: PG Warnings: Helmets come off, but you don’t see anything. Author’s Notes: Paz is stubborn. Sometimes, he needs someone to take care of him.

I hope you like this, Batt’ika! 🧡🧡🧡

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Standing at the door, you stare up at Paz, your arms folded resolutely across your chest. He stares back down at you, looking very much like a statue made of pure beskar. The staring contest could have gone for hours – after all, you’re both wearing helmets – but he decides to escalate the disagreement. Slowly, he reaches out with one hand, and gently pinches you in your ticklish spot. You can barely hold back your twitch.

He has to be desperate to be resorting to tickling. It only confirms that you have made the right decision by coming here.

“No,” you say firmly to the big, stubborn Mandalorian in front of you.

“Yes,” he says. “Now go. Please.”

You dig your heels in. Paz sighs.

“Please.”

“No,” you repeat.

Paz squeezes again.

“If you pinch me one more time,” you warn, smacking his hand away.

“Please?” he asks. “This isn’t necessary, you know that.”

Your response is cut off as Paz ducks his face into his elbow to cough. Even with a helmet, he’s polite enough to redirect his cough. You cluck your tongue in worry and come forward a step, getting right up into his space. Paz sighs in defeat.

“I’m not going to win this fight, am I?” he asks tiredly, and you can hear the smile on his lips.

Shaking your head, you shoo him back into his room. Paz sighs again and his shoulders droop in resignation. He takes a step back to allow you inside. Bustling in under his arm, you put the bag down onto the table and begin unpacking the supplies for lunch. Paz hovers nearby as you work. At some point, you think you can hear his stomach grumbling for food.

“Is this really necessary?” he asks, trying to sound annoyed. “I can just go to the kitchen, you know.”

Solemnly, you nod up at him. He’s so used to taking care of others that he probably doesn’t know what to do with someone trying to take care of him.

“You won’t stay in bed and recuperate,” you tell him. “So, someone needs to make sure you do what Doctor Shen told you to do.”

“I don’t need a babysitter,” he says grumpily.

Uh-huh. You’ve seen the messes that he and Din get themselves into. You highly doubt he will actually rest once you leave, but at least he will have eaten something warm and nutritious.

“Doctor Shen thinks otherwise,” you say, placing your hand over his gently. You squeeze. “I’m staying.”

“Fine,” he mutters. “There better be some soup in there.”

You open the container to reveal his favorite soup. Paz lets out a noise of delight as he pulls the container toward himself. Turning so that you are sitting back-to-back, you take your helmet off and place it on the bench between your knees. You hear Paz do the same behind you.

Leaning against him, you dig into the soup, savoring the spice as it warms you from the inside out, soothing away a chill you had not known was there. When the food is gone and both your helmets are safely back on, Paz catches your hand in his.

“Thank you,” he says quietly.

“No problem at all, Paz,” you whisper. “I’ll be here when you need me.”

You wonder if that had been too bold for just a few moments. Slowly, he leans in, and presses his forehead to yours. You close your eyes and smile at the feeling of his hand at your waist. When he pulls away, you keenly feel the loss of his warmth against you. Then you turn to pack up the containers, unable to think of what to say to him. Paz helps. As his hand brushes up against yours, he drops the container, and stammers out an apology.

“It’s alright,” you whisper. “Let me take care of this, Paz. You need to rest.”

“Alright,” he says. “I’ll go take a nap.”

“Good,” you say. “I’ll see you?”

“Yeah,” he says, as you linger, trying to draw those last few moments out. “See you around…”

You tilt your helmet at him and let yourself out. Once the door shuts behind you, you can’t help the giddy grin that splits across your face. The two of you have been dancing around those feelings for each other for weeks now. Tonight, his kiss only confirms that he feels the same way about you. You’ve always been afraid to make that first move. Fortunately for you, Paz is a lot bolder than you ever could be, and you thank him for that.

(Unfortunately, by the end of the week, you start to develop a cough and a fever.  Doctor Shen ends up scolding you extensively for going to see Paz while he is still sick. When he hears that you are sick, Paz hand-delivers some soup. Before he can come in, Doctor Shen shoos him away, muttering something about ‘two idiots passing germs back and forth’. You are left to recover alone, but you never stop thinking about Paz shyly holding a bag in his arms at your door.)

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Could I possibly request prompt 11 for Paz? 👀

“Stop looking at me like that?” “Looking at you how?” “Like you love me.” “But I do love you.”

Ooooo ok so I’ve seen a lot of anesthesia/forgotten memories stuff recently so this one is inspired by these (specifically the one from @aerynwrites with Javi)... enjoy 💛

His eyes were always on you, they brought you a comfort you didn’t expect but when your eyes met his it was like looking into those of a stranger.

He told you about his culture, about how the two of you met, the life the two of you had built together, and yet it felt so strange sharing the same bed or sitting together in the cockpit even when all he made you feel was love.

Love.

What a strange concept to feel for someone who was basically a stranger to you, even if you weren’t that for him. The two of you were bound together by string he said, a tug that he felt the second you met and grew and grew. Even now as you woke up in his arms, he said the tugging remained.

He never hid the way his eyes followed you, not even putting on his armor as the two of you flew around amongst the stars.

“You’re my riduur, why would I wear my helmet around you now.”

You knew the implications of his actions, the risk that he was taking showing his face to a love that didn’t even recognize him as their spouse.

And yet, on days when you considered leaving this Mandalorian who you’d built a life with, you’d feel the soft tugging at your heart, remember the way his eyes lit up when you’d woken up that fateful day.

You saw the way his lips moved each morning even if no words were voiced, the way his hands wanted to hold you, the way he constantly looked back at you in the cockpit when you sat in the chair he clearly wasn’t expecting you to choose. The light in his eyes always dimmed when he did that, and yet you could still feel it.

On the other side of the hull, his love threatened to suffocate you, and yet you seemed to breathe better with it.

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You couldn’t place when your eyes started to go straight to him. Was it after waking up before him one morning and realizing just how right it felt waking up with him? Or how he’d only tell you an old memory when he knew you were wondering about the story behind it?

But just as your eyes started to follow him it seemed as those his were stopping.

You wondered if it was from the medic’s words several months ago.

The memories are lost, and there’s no knowing they’ll ever return.

He’d closed himself off to you after that, no longer spending as much time with you in the hull or looking at you whenever you entered a room.

He never put his helmet on, but you saw the way his fingers itched to grab it after that. How instead of looking at you right when the two of you woke up, he’d look at that.

Was this what love felt like? A constant tugging on your chest wherever you went, faster and tighter when Paz was around, constricting when you felt his pain, and even more suffocating when he looked you in the eye.

You thought that he would drown you in his love, but now you found yourself drowning in his sorrow.

“Stop looking at me like that,” his voice raspy with anguish.

You knew he’d caught you but still you wondered, “Looking at you like what?” Your soft voice a deep contrast to his roughness.

“Like you love me.” He wouldn’t look at you, he couldn’t, not when he said those four words with a vulnerability you’d never seen from Paz ever since you remembered seeing him for what was your first time.

Your body seemed to react automatically. Your legs leading you to stand in between his legs, your hands lifting his face up to face yours, your forehead begging to rest against his but only after you spoke, “But I do.”

His eyes tried to look anywhere but you, “Please don’t lie,” he spoke with a softness you never expected from someone as big as him, but then you remembered that Paz wasn’t like most people.

You brought your forehead forward almost on instinct, closing your eyes as you did so. He hadn’t expected that, it was clear from the way he tensed under your hands, but then it all went away with a single breath.

His softness and vulnerability on full display as his body shook and slow tears reached your fingertips, “Are you serious?”

With a fluidity even you hadn’t expected, your lips responded faster than your brain could process, “Ner riduur.”

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translations:

ner riduur: my riduur

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Always You - Din Djarin - the covert is lost, you and your brother are on the run looking for other mandalorians, and you find the last one you expected to find. mandalorian!reader [complete, three-part series]

The Distance* - Din Djarin - a love that can go the distance. pilot!reader [ongoing, multi-part series]

Bonded* - Max Phillips x named reader/OFC Prudence Walker - prudence travels the country investigating paranormal claims and reports. when you get a call about a possible vampire, you don’t hesitate to check it out. what you don’t anticipate are things going sideways and getting yourself bound to the vampire for the foreseeable future. if you’re lucky, you’ll make it out of this ordeal alive. [ongoing, multi-part series]

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Sessions* - Din Djarin - everyone on campus won’t stop talking about the mysterious new guy on campus, mando. rumors are flying and no one knows anything about him – so what happens when he comes in for a tutoring session with you? modern college au fic series [ongoing, relaxed fit, on hiatus]

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One Condition - The Thief - he can steal everything with only one condition. oneshot

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Untitled* - Javi Gutierrez - you like sitting in his lap. drabble

Untitled* - Javi Gutierrez - he just needs to ask for what he wants. drabble

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5 Sentence Fics (all 18+):

(Last updated 12/30/21)

Giving Din a Treat - (Din Djarin x GN!Reader)

Make Thrawn Watch - (Grand Admiral Thrawn x F!Reader)

Wolffe Eating You From Behind - (Wolffe x F!Reader)

Boba Being in Charge - (Boba Fett x F!Reader)

Riding Wrecker’s Face - (Wrecker x F!Reader)

Wrecker Making You Squirt - (Wrecker x F!Reader)

Getting Off on Boba’s Voice - (Boba Fett x F!Reader)

Commanders Sparring to Fuck You - (Fox/Wolffe/Rex/Cody x F!Reader)

Cody Pleading - (Cody x GN!Reader)

Taking Over for Fox - (Fox x F!Reader)

Wrecker Being Loud - (Wrecker x F!Reader)

Getting Spanked by Din - (Din Djarin x F!Reader)

Boba Fett + Toys - (Boba Fett x F!Reader)

Tech Popping a Boner - (Tech x F!Reader)

Savage Wants You To Tell Him What to Do - (Savage x F!Reader)

Howzer cums from "I Love You" - (Howzer x F!Reader)

Wrecker Has a Praise Kink - (Wrecker x F!Reader)

Maul Enjoys Face Sitting - (Maul x F!Reader)

Boba Has a Praise Kink - (Boba Fett x F!Reader)

Paz Likes it When You Take Control - (Paz Vizsla x F!Reader)

Boba Loves Doggy Style - (Boba Fett x GN!Reader)

Maul Plays Cat and Mouse - (Maul x Force Sensitive) GN!Reader

Boba Goes Pussydumb - (Boba Fett x F!Reader)

Tech Listens to You Sing - (Tech x GN!Reader)

Thrawn likes Face Riding - (Thrawn x F!Reader)

Painting Your Nails to Match Boba - (Boba Fett x F!Reader)

Wrecker Comforting You - (Wrecker x GN!Reader)

Maul is into Squirting - (Maul x F!Reader)

Boba Likes Blindfolding You - (Boba Fett x GN!Reader)

Flirting to make Boba Jealous - (Boba / Fennec x GN!Reader)

Sitting on Thrawn's Lap - (Thrawn x F!Reader)

Pegging Tech - (Tech x F!Reader)

Wrecker with a Praise Kink - (Wrecker x F!Reader)

Cassian Makes You Cum on Accident - (Cassian x F!Reader)

Using Boba for Pleasure - (Boba Fett x F!Reader)

Luke Likes to Tease - (Luke Skywalker x GN!Reader)

Boba Likes To Mark You Up - (Boba Fett x F!Reader)

Hunter Distracted By Your Ass - (Hunter x F!Reader)

Fives Gets Caught Up - (Arc Trooper Fives x F!Reader)

Sex with Boba After Being Apart - (Boba Fett x F!Reader)

Wearing a Sound-Proof Helmet - (Wolffe x F!Reader)

First Time Going Down on Din - (Din Djarin x GN!Reader)

Thigh-Fucking with Plo - (Plo Koon x F!Reader)

Eye Contact with Thrawn - (Thrawn x F!Reader)

Maul Riles You Up - (Darth Maul x F!Reader)

Biting Kink (Rex x F!Reader / Cody x F!Reader)

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