#paz vizsla fanfiction

[whiskeynwriting]

Cabur

Paz Vizsla x Female reader

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Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, breeding kink, lactation kink, tiny daddy kink (I mean c’mon it’s me), oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, pregnancy, allusions to exhibitionism, cum play, tattoos, hickies, established relationship, marriage, brief mention(s) of reader’s hair but no description, fluffiesssss because he’s my big blue teddy bear

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A/N: pov - you have Paz’s first child

As always there’s tons of Mando’a with the translations right beside where it’s used because I’m obsessed with it.

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His lack of empathy is surprising, to an extent. But it’s not for lack of love, rather, a surplus of his senses. Focusing solely on this one goal, he holds you, grabs you, his motions rough and unforgiving. Every grab is possessive, his movements the product of his body’s full exertion. Your own feels raw, wet and used, but it’s everything you’ve ever wanted from him. He’s overwhelmed, and so are you.

“I’m going to take this body,” He grunts lowly, heavy breaths forced out of his nose. “Breed it and make it mine.”

“Paz,” Gasping, you reach for the blankets, searching for their grip in the darkness. 

It’s dim in your shared room, so far beneath Nevarro’s outer crust. Your surroundings are nearly black, but not entirely. He still wanted to see you, and you him. But the dimness has a purpose, serving to keep his facial features hidden from you. 

Repeatedly, you’re shoved into the mattress, feeling Paz absolutely ravage you. Both of those strong, calloused hands are centered on your hips, fingertips digging into the skin. His pelvis slaps against your backside with each deep plunge, your warrior’s chest heaving with passion. 

“Shh… cyar’ika, it’s okay.” He coos to you in that deep, desire filled voice. He’s quieting your cries, your pleading whines. “You can take it.” (Sweetheart) 

And then he’s pulling you up, linking one strong arm around your naked torso to pull you flush against him. Here, he stills, nuzzled his nose into your neck, and then your cheek. Still pressed entirely inside of you, he groans, twitching against your walls. 

Whispering gruffly into your ear, your soon-to-be tells you, “This is how it’s going to be… and this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” And you suppose he’s right, you couldn’t have expected anything less after you’d vehemently told him yes. “Now lay back down for me, lay beneath me…” Paz finishes, not allowing you a chance to speak. He knows you’re too dumb right now to do so, anyway. 

But outside of your bedroom endeavors, he didn’t consider you to be that way. Although, he did at first glance. Your introduction was… strange. Strange and uncommon. You’d been hiking the lava flats on Nevarro’s surface, finding and climbing the rare rock formations. And during an outdoor excursion, a group of Mandalorians stumbled across you, Paz being one of them. They’d claimed to be on a hunt, and immediately declared you foolish. What idiot would climb the crumbling lava flats? But as he sat back and watched, he saw how capable you were. He saw how expertly you navigated the terrain, the strength you had in your arms and legs, and the wherewithal to notice the Mandalorians without losing your grip. Coming down from the small mountains, you took a step back, stumbling into Paz’s chest. And before you could even utter a small hello, he was speaking - how did you do that?

It was then that you’d hooked him, you had his attention, his interest. And the more he discovered about you, the more impressed he became. Which genuinely shocked him, considering you show your face. 

“Gorgeous girl,” Paz huffs out above your body, “My gorgeous girl.” 

Maybe Paz could get over the fact that you didn’t follow the creed; he’s learned to respect your decision to show your face. But on the opposite end of that, that meant everyone else got to see you, too. And all those turning heads, it just didn’t sit well with him. It was something he couldn’t tolerate. Especially when those stolen glances often came from his own brothers. 

“Mine,” He seethes, dominant hand lifting in the air only to land firmly on your ass and fist it in his palm. “Mine.”

From the moment he brought you into the covert, every helmet turned your way, and their eyes haven’t left since. The excessive attention sharpened his senses, his possessiveness growing with every second. He never let anyone influence you, physically, emotionally, he made sure nothing could touch you. You’ve given his life so much more purpose, even more so than following the creed. You’ve promised him a legacy. 

And then, he asks you something that makes your heart pound, feeling him duck down to be even closer to your body. With his broad chest pressed into your back, he groans, whispering, “Do you like knowing my helmet is off?” 

The mere thought of his naked face made you quiver. He’s handsome, handsome in a way that would just kill you and you’ve never been more certain about anything.

“Like knowing how close my face is?” He continues, holding onto you tight. “How close my bare skin is to you?”

Paz’s voice is low as he says it, hot breath fanning over your ear. And it makes his own heart pound, being this vulnerable with you. He’s never been this vulnerable in his entire life, not with anyone, not even in private.

This purpose, his proposal, was made in private, with only the Armorer in attendance. He’d asked for her blessing first, as was custom. She was also to witness it. And while this was all perfectly intimate in every way, now, he didn’t want anything to be private. 

If he could, he’d fuck you in the gathering hall, for each and every Mandalorian to see. He’d take you in public, for anyone to see. As far as he's concerned, there’s nothing stopping him from pulling you aside in the market and claiming you in an alley. But most importantly, he wanted the covert to know. He was claiming you, mind, body, and soul. You were to be one for the rest of your lives, for eternity, and he didn’t want a single member of his tribe to be unaware of that.

“Yes,” You finally breathe out desperately, your voice cracking. “Maker, yes - yes Paz.” Even imagining your soon-to-be’s face feels wrong, sinful, but you can’t help it. Especially when he’s so close. Turning your head, you nuzzle gently into him, feeling the scruff on his cheek. But even this sweet gesture doesn’t distract him from his duty to you, to his house. 

“Paz, you - you’re,” Gasping, you cry out for him, eyes pinching shut. “Baby, you’re deep.” 

Sliding one hand around to your lower pelvis, he grunts, thick fingers finding your throbbing bundle of nerves. He only presses on it, and it’s enough for you to jolt back against him, shoving your hips into his body.

“Now I’m deeper.” He growls smugly, left hand still cemented to your hip. But he’s not as deep as he could be. 

Paz’s absolute favorite thing is bending you in half, making you even smaller than you already are to him. And now that he’s close to your body, he pulls out, massive hands gravitating to your hips as he yanks you around.

Plopping down onto your back, you sigh, a blissfully dumb smile on your face as he parts your thighs, sliding right back inside. It’s easy, your entrance slick and sore from him but ready, ready to be bred by him. And with your legs splayed open around his waist, he groans, thick fingers unforgiving on the thin skin of your hips. But then he’s reaching down, palms finding the bottoms of your thighs and shoving them toward your chest. Your knees flex up toward your breasts, thighs laying over your stomach and chest as he bends you in half. 

“Feel it deep?” And Maker, you could get lost in his voice. You have before - you are right now.

With heavy breaths, he releases one hand from your leg, using it to press into your lower stomach. He does so harshly, deeply, listening to your quiet yet pleasurable unff. He can feel himself, feel his tip prodding against the calloused skin of his hand. 

“That’s right where I need to be.”

Lifting your legs onto his shoulders, he presses his entire weight down into you. It forces you into a mating press, feeling him drive directly into your cunt, into the deepest parts of you that he can reach. 

Regardless of Paz’s pure strength, his brute force and mountainous size, you still yearned for him. Yearned for him in ways that could only be described as a sense of emotional aching. He’s breathing heavily above you, this mountain of a man, and it hurts your soul that you still cannot see him. But every inch of you can feel him, and for now, that makes up for it. And with this bulk of a man surrounding you, protecting you, you don’t think you’ve ever felt safer in your entire life. It’s clear to you, just as it always has been, that your place is here, beneath him.

But while you’ve never seen his face, and likely never will, he’s let you see every other inch of his body. He’s kept himself pure in that way and you’ve never pressured him to do otherwise. Never even asked for his name until he gave it to you, when he finally brought you home. And you’ve adored his body since the first night you saw him, his thick and bulging muscles, the tattoos covering so much of his skin. All over his chest, his sides, his thighs. His entire back is covered in them, his arms decorated with complete sleeves of intricate design. It made you shiver, seeing your warrior covered in this, in the stories of his past and his ancestors achievements. When he’s older, you're sure he’ll be included in the Mandalorian’s design. He’s everything a warrior should be, everything a father should be.

“Mesh’la,” He’s suddenly moaning out, head tilting down. “Mesh’la dala.” And then he’s leaning further in, kissing your ear while he declares, “A mesh’la buir.” (Beautiful, beautiful woman. A beautiful mother)

No one has ever stolen him in this way, his body and mind entranced by you. It’s taken everything in him to respect his creed, the thing he loves more than life itself, to not show you his face. And he has to remind himself that he should love it more than you, but he isn’t so sure anymore. 

The way Paz fucks you is sweet but raw, pure sexual instinct filling every ounce of his being. And while he’s fucking himself into you, he starts rambling, going on about your body, how well you take him, how well you’ve always taken him. 

“You will look angelic with my baby inside you.”

Leaning further into your body, his mouth finds your breasts, his lips warm and wet. They drag over your smooth skin, lips briefly sucking a nipple in. 

“And when these fill, mm…” Groaning, he lifts himself, biting into the space between your shoulder and neck. “Fill to the brim with sweet milk… so round and swollen… I will relieve them for you.” His promise makes you pulse around him, lips parting from your wanton moans. “I will suck on them when they are ripe and round in my hands, nourishing my ade into warriors.” (Children)

“Paz,” Gasping, you reach for him, clinging to the broadness of his shoulders. “Baby.”

Briefly, he mouths at them, worshiping their curves with his tongue and lips. He loved to lick them, suck on them as if they were already spilling with milk. His favorite thing was to fondle your chest, your beautifully soft and enticing curves. They drive him mad.

And between his filthy words he also promises himself to you. He promises to devote himself to you, telling you how in love he is with you, how badly he wants to become one with you, how badly he wants to breed you. He’ll stay by your side for the rest of his life, and whatever comes after it. He’ll watch you carry his children, raising them to be warriors alongside him, as many as you can make. He tells you that you’ll be a blessing to his family, to his clan. You already are.

“Alright, little one, my precious thing… daddy’s - ngh, daddy’s gonna cum, gonna fill you up…”

“Daddy…”

Forcing himself inside, an enormous breath leaves his chest, his girth throbbing against your walls and stuffed in to the hilt. You can feel the muscles in his abdomen twitch and curl as he presses himself against you, body weight crushing you comfortably. Sharp jerks perform from his pelvis, his biceps and forearms shaking as he groans. And you can feel it, the warm flood of his seed inside you, the thickness of it clinging to your inner walls and calling for home.

“Cyare,” Comes your lover’s deep, deep voice. “Ner cyare.” (Beloved, my beloved)

Leaning further in, he nuzzles you, rubbing his nose over your cheek affectionately. But you want more, and so you reach out for him. Grabbing onto those scruffy cheeks, you bring him in, finding those lips once again. 

“Ner riduur,” It comes out with a small cry, an emotional breath. (My husband)

“Soon.” Paz promises with another sweet kiss to your lips. 

And before you can say anything more, he’s pulling out with a groan and sliding down your body. Glancing down, you’re hoping to see him. But all you’re met with is darkness. Though, you already know what’s there, the sight of his glorious body. Thick and bulging muscles slick with sweat, shaft still half-hard and ready for you again. Paz’s girth was thick, veiny, and was always shiny with you after spending time in bed. 

“Baby…”

It’s not even a true thought, just something he does instinctually. Two fingers slide into his own mouth before moving through the mess he’s made of you, scooping any remnants up before plugging them between your legs. He wants to keep everything inside, but he also wants to make you cum. Sex with Paz wasn’t just about him, he always wanted to remind you of that. 

A low hum shivers through your entire being as he opens his mouth, tongue rolling forward to flick your clit. With his fingers stuffed inside, he curls them, warm mouth enveloping your pleasure center as he does it.

“Paz,” With your hands moving down, you quickly find his hair - it’s wavy, full of thin curls that make you grin. Absentmindedly, you wonder what color they are. You often daydream about him. Though, it’s hard to think about anything when he’s sucking on your clit.

He pleasures it, swirling his tongue around your most sensitive space until your juices begin to mix. Paz appreciates your hums, your girlish noises. Oh, how they come out so nice, pretty melodies swimming through the air. They give him clues, along with your fidgeting hips, to how close you are, how badly you’re wavering just on the precipice. And he knows how to coax you into that sea of bliss, with whatever part of himself he wishes. 

“B-Baby,” You’re stuttering, head falling back as your eyes close. And then he groans, feeling your nails dig into his hair. “Ner cyare, ner cabur…” (My love, my protector)

It’s almost like you’re working him, instead of the other way around. Because as soon as you utter those words, he’s hard again, mouth moving to devour you.

“Perfect,” He grunts, his entire body lighting up right alongside you.

His broad palm squeezes your thigh, massaging the meat of it while the fingers of his right hand keep his seed inside you. And while he’s focusing on handling you, you cling to him, grabbing onto his hair, his broad shoulders, anything you can. Your pelvis thrusts up against him, his moans muffled by it. 

It shivers through you, the entire sensation of it. Your insides hug the thick fingers penetrating you, your hips seeking more of his wet mouth’s touch. It’s almost as if your insides turn to jelly, your muscles giving out as he grabs onto your legs. And as you gradually begin to come down, the motions of your body slowing to a gentle roll, he finally detaches himself. 

“Cyar’ika,” A wet gasp is punctuated by the smack of his lips as he lifts himself from your center, crawling back over your body again. (Sweetheart)

Before his mouth returns to your lips, he lowers to your stomach. Paz’s scruffy chin and soft lips find the skin of your belly, placing gentle kisses. Both of those strong hands cup it, too, rubbing the area just above your pelvis. 

“Gedet’ye.” He whispers, eyes closing. Slowly, gently, he places his forehead against your belly, a sweet kiss to the child soon to be there. (Please)

And then he’s returning to you, that loving mouth finding your own with the wetness of your cunt smearing across your chin. Fervently, he kisses your face, all over it, every inch he can reach. And then his mouth is lifting to your temple, rubbing over your soft hair. But while Paz’s soft side is beginning to show, your more ravenous attributes are still out to play.

Continuing to miss the sight of your soon-to-be’s glorious body, you duck your head down, leaning forward to connect your lips to his skin. His thick pectorals are what you’re first met with, placing a sloppy kiss before biting in. And it makes him groan, his head dropping down. He wishes he could see you, too; you’ve always been the prettiest sight. But the two of you knew that when in bed, you had two choices. Helmet off, and in complete darkness, or, helmet on, with your bodies on display. And tonight, you both wanted kisses. 

“Dush dala…” Your lover grumbles, reveling in the feeling of your love bites. But his words are enticing, they betray him. (Bad girl…) 

Lifting your hand, you squeeze the muscles of his chest, sliding around to his bicep. And with his positioning, he’s still between your legs, his wet shaft sliding along your inner leg as he releases a deep, rumbling sigh. And you wonder if he’s hard again. You wouldn’t exactly mind it. 

“Have you practiced?”

“She has.” Paz answers before you even can. And it’s not out of a feeling of ownership or anything linked to misogyny. It’s because of his excitement. And you smile when she looks to you, wanting to confirm this.

“I have.” With a small nod, you keep your grin.

And it’s true, you’ve been practicing your Mando’a for years. You’re quite confident in your skills; even in front of the armorer, you have no sense of worry or fear. This is where you belong. Even if you cannot take the creed yourself, you are welcomed here. From now on, you’ll always be here with him. 

“And you wish for this trinket to be embedded with your words?” 

“I do.” Paz nods, handing the small piece to her. 

He never liked for you to go above ground, not without him, anyway. And so, he liked to bring you small gifts. Paz would be nothing if he weren’t as protective as he was doting. Nearly every day, he’d return with a present of some kind, flowers, beautiful stones, new books to read or songs to sing. His most recent gift was this ring. 

She chuckles. “I do not need it, not again.”

“Oh,” He sighs beneath his breath, looking down at the ring. “Right.”

It’s funny, you think. Funny and cute, just how nervous he is. She forged the ring, of course she doesn’t need to see it again. Made with the most sacred material, beskar. The closest you’ll ever come to taking the creed. Though, it isn’t plain; the precious steel has been painted a dark blue. And sitting atop it, a stone of aquamarine. Light and dark blue hues to match the House you will soon belong to.

With a small giggle, you reach forward, placing your tiny hand in his. “Cyare,” (Beloved)

And this seems to shake him out of that anxious state, his head immediately lifting to look at you. You, of all things, of all beings, that belongs to him, was made for him. He’s sure of it.

“Cyare.” He whispers gently in return, fingers curling around your hand. (Beloved)

“Are you ready to take your vows?” She then asks, turning her head toward you as she adds, “Are you ready to join with House Vizsla?” 

“Yes.” Is your immediate answer, looking directly into her visor with confidence and pride. 

“Are you ready to welcome this woman into your clan?”

“Yes.” And you swear you’ve never heard him speak so softly, so genuinely. Already, his voice has such sentiment behind it. 

Before this day, you discussed how your ceremony would go, since it had the slightly altered addition of your ring. And you decided together that it would go on first, with your vows to follow. So, that’s exactly what he does. 

Sliding it onto your left ring finger, Paz takes a breath, both hands quick to hold yours soon after. And then he nods, looking into your eyes. Together, you verbalize your vows, your promises, your intent. 

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar’tome, mhi me’dinui an, mhi ba’juri verde.” (We are one together, we are one when parted, we share all, we will raise warriors)

With a wavering inhale, you release your emotions, taking your hands away from his and lifting them to the back of his neck. Paz’s strong palms find the small of your back, bringing you in just as you do the same to him. 

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum.” Comes your hushed voice, eyes pressing shut as his forehead meets your own. (I love you)

He brings himself down to you, arms fully wrapping around your midsection as he gives you this gentle keldabe kiss. Quietly, he returns your loving words with just as much sentiment, his own voice faltering a bit. You can feel the firm squeeze of his hug, can hear the small, disbelieved chuckle he emits. 

“Thank you.” Suddenly turning your head, you give a firm nod to her, tears of joy springing in your eyes. She could have refused, had she deemed it appropriate to do.

“Thank you,” She responds, stepping forward. And now, Paz looks at her, too. “For aiding in the continuation of our most precious House.” 

Easily, naturally, his gaze returns to you, one warm palm reaching out to cup your face. “Riduur.” He nearly purrs, thumb stroking you lovingly. (Wife)

While meeting that familiar visor, the armorer speaks once again. As you gaze into the other’s eyes, she informs you of your results. 

“They have been delivered.” 

“Let us go.” He whispers to you, free hand reaching for your hip.

Nodding, you sigh, an eager smile forming on your lips. “Yes.” 

On the way back to your small, underground home, you’re greeted by many congratulatory cues. Proud nods, hands shaken and laid on shoulders as you pass. Vambraces clang together as you walk through the halls, echoing the sound of respect and admiration, and Paz couldn’t be more proud to have your hand in his. 

“What if it is negative?” You whisper to him, watching as he opens the doorway.

“Then we will continue trying.” He replies simpy, ushering you inside. 

Grinning, you eye the envelope, wandering aloud, “And what if it’s positive?”

A low hum vibrates into the air from behind your form, feeling those strong arms wrap around your midsection shortly after. Leaning down, he rests his chin on your shoulder, the metal of his helmet smooth and warm. 

“Then we will continue trying.” He rumbles, his tone sending a shiver up your spine. 

Displaying your amusement is your girlish hum, the thought of Paz breeding you without end a fascinating thought for both your mind and body.

The news of pregnancy was delivered via message, either physical or holographic, in Mandalorin culture. It was done this way for privacy purposes. The discovery of a pregnancy within a tribe was often an emotional revelation, and while you’re sure the entire covert will celebrate, you wanted to do so together, first. That is, if it’s positive. 

“Open it.” Paz then commands, nodding once toward the envelope. 

And with shaky hands, you do, inhaling a breath of confidence. His presence doesn’t leave you as you reveal the paper holding your results, his hold on you becoming tighter as the two of you read on. 

And the news is more overwhelming than either of you anticipated. 

This early on, you expected negative results. Though, it’s not like you hadn’t been trying before Paz’s proposal. But to immediately get a yes, a positive result, made a bout of tears spring to your eyes. 

“Paz…” 

But he’s already dropping to his knees. This ginormous hunk of a man falls behind you, arms still encircling your body. Turning in his hold, you grin, staring down at him.

“Cyar’ika.” And he almost sounds like he could be crying. (Sweetheart)

Immediately, his forehead is on your belly, his shoulders shuddering slightly. He’s nuzzling into you, rubbing his helmet over your covered torso, wishing with everything in him that he could rip his helmet off to kiss it, to kiss you.

“Thank you,” Your lover expresses, both in basic and traditional Mando’a. “Vor entye.” 

Lowering your hands, your tears follow, dripping onto his helmet as you hold the back of it, cradling him against you. “Paz,” Your voice is quiet, already cracking. 

Cabur, protector, and not only for you, but now for your child, too.

“Ner dala riduur, buir be ner adiik.” It’s like he can’t contain himself; whenever he was overcome with emotion, Mando’a became his only tongue. “Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum.” (My beautiful wife, mother of my child. I love you)

He’s thanking you, praising you, repeating his love for you. Your doting husband, the love of your life. And soon, you’ll have a mini version of him. 

“Paz,” Chuckling, you adjust your hold on his helmet, tilting his eyeline up. “Did you read all of it?”

“I read positive.” He says, then shrugging and shaking his head. “What else is there to read?”

Smiling sweetly, you stroke the cheeks of his helmet, forever wishing it were instead his skin. “We are having a son.”

For a second, he stills, a pause in time. “A… son.”

And it’s not the fact that he wouldn’t be just as happy to have a daughter, it’s the fact that you already know the gender. It just makes everything that more exciting, that more real.

As soon as he’s standing, he’s hitting the switch, consuming you in pure darkness. The heavy thud of his helmet jostles the dirt floor, distracting you briefly before both of those broad hands grab your face. And a kiss like this doesn’t show lust, it shows love.

“I love you,” Paz’s deep voice rumbles, body pressing against your own. “I will always love you.” 

Just like that, just that easily, he’s pulling you into bed. But not for sex, for your warmth and presence. He strips down to his kute, you in your underclothes, too, before he wraps you in his arms beneath the blanket of your bed. You wouldn’t have the smallest clue by looking at him, but Paz was one, giant snuggler. It’d always been his strongest love language, physical touch. After all, it was the one sense he was denied the most. 

“You’re such a teddy bear,” Laughing, you wriggle against him, cuddling right into his hold. “I wish I could see you.”

It comes out before you can even stop it. You’ve never said anything like it and as soon as it comes out, you regret it.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Paz.”

“Don’t be.” His voice soothes you, shaking his head softly before kissing your temple. “If I were you, I’d feel the same way.” 

Something about that truly touches you. Not once did you ever expect to hear anything like that come from him. 

“R…Really?”

He only nods, releasing a small hum. “I wish I could show you. I’m not afraid to admit that.”

“Will… I ever know?” 

And to this, he smiles. “When you give me a baby,” He says, bulky arms holding you tight. “You’ll know when you see them.”

Inside, your heart chokes with affection, body curling into his chest. And while facing you, he holds you, legs intertwining with your own. And he can feel the curl of your lips against his skin, pressing forward briefly to kiss him.

“What should we call them?”

One warm hand runs down the back of your head, a low, thoughtful hum coming from him. 

“Ixtal,” He then decides on with a firm nod. “For a girl.”

“Ixtal Vizsla.” You accounce, your tone voicing your favor of this name. “What about for our boy?”

“You tell me, cyar’ika.” Paz coos to you, rubbing your back sweetly. (Sweetheart)

And you smile. You were wondering if he’d ask. 

“I like Ragnar.” 

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Bold

Paz Vizsla x fem!reader (no use of y/n) Word count-4.5k

Summary- Paz saves your life when the pirates attack Nevarro. And then you find out he likes it when you’re bold...

Warnings- 18+ ONLY minors do not interact, takes places on Nevarro during "The Pirate," protective!Paz, mutual pining, smut, handjob, fingering, breast play, oral (f receiving), cumplay, size kink, competency kink, praise kink, squirting, creampie, multiple orgasms, "good girl" Notes- This one is dedicated to the Paz girlies. This started as more towards the action and protectiveness and then I had the idea to add the smut and I ended up spending more time on that lol! Enjoy! @flightlessangelwings-updates​ is my update blog to also follow and turn on post notifications to stay up to date on when I post!

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You let out a deep sigh as you scanned the rubble that was once the capital city of Nevarro. You and the others counted yourselves lucky to be alive, but nerves still pulsed through your veins that you had just been through. As you helped the others clean up the mess and start to rebuild your homes, you relived the past day in your head. But it was the liberation and the rescue of your home that stuck with you the most.

It all happened so fast. The Nevarro sky rained with blaster fire as ships poured out of the large pirate vessel that descended on the city. You tried to run, but the pirates grabbed you and a few others and held you hostage, forcing you all to act as their bartenders as they enjoyed their victory over your largely defenseless city.

But just as you felt the feeling of despair threaten to overtake you, a light in the atmosphere brought hope. Ships carrying Mandalorians swept through the city and they easily took out the pirates. The other trapped girls quickly ran for cover, but one of the pirates grabbed you before you could join them.

“You’re coming with me, pretty girl,” he sneered at you. 

You screamed as you tried to break free, but it wasn’t until a blast hit his face that he finally let you go. A gasp escaped your lips as the biggest man you had ever seen decked out completely in blue armor grabbed you by the wrist and told you in an urgent tone, “Stay behind me. I’ve got you.”

You didn’t want to leave his side even for a moment, and you easily complied with his order. Not wanting to be a burden, you grabbed a blaster from the fallen pirate and shot as whoever you could from the safety of your Mandalorian shield. He protected you throughout the blaster fire until the dust settled and the last pirate was taken down. Even when your two groups of people met and your leaders came to an agreement to share the land of Nevarro, you stayed close to him. 

As the conversation came to an end, and yours and his people broke off to go their own ways, you let out a heavy sigh of relief, “Thank you,” your voice was just a whisper but you were sure he heard you, “You saved my life back there.” After a beat, you gave him your name.

The large blue Mandalorian turned to you slowly and gave you a nod, “You held your own back there well,” his smooth, low voice sent a shiver up your spine as he took your hand. He raised your arm up to the bottom edge of his helmet as he tapped the back of your hand to it. “Paz,” he gave you his name shortly before he let go of your hand and went to join his people.

You stood dumbfounded for several moments just cradling your hand as if you felt his lips against your skin. It wasn’t until your friends called your name and ran up to you, engulfing you in warm embraces that you let go of your breath and were brought back to the present. 

*

The citizens of Nevarro all decided to camp out together that first night and get to work rebuilding the city the next day. You spent the morning helping some others clean out the school before you decided to walk to the further edge of the city and see how bad the damage was to your home. Living closer to the outskirts, you hoped that the little neighborhood where your house sat in a row of other dwellings wasn’t hit too badly.

“Thank the Maker,” you let out a sigh of relief when you turned the corner and saw all the buildings still sood mostly intact. But you scrunched your brows when you saw that a large piece of rubble completely blocked your front door. “Ok…” you breathed as you stretched and tried to work yourself up and muster the energy to move it.

But as hard as you pushed and as much as you strained, the piece of rubble just would not budge. 

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath as you tried again, lunging at the stubborn rock. Maybe you thought that you could catch it by surprise and it would move.

Then suddenly it did move.

You yelped as the heavy boulder slowly slid away from you and you almost tripped over yourself when it lifted off the ground and moved to the side. Finding your footing, you looked up from the ground and saw the familiar blue Mandalorian grunting as he used every ounce of his strength to move the boulder out of your way.

“Paz!” you breathed in relief as you watched him set the rubble down out of the way of your front door. Even if you had wanted to, you couldn’t hide the way your face lit up when you saw him again.

“A valiant effort,” Paz tilted his head to the side as he looked you up and down, “But I think that was too big for you to move on your own.”

You bit your lip as you fiddled with your fingers, “Well good thing I have a Mandalorian that seems to find me at just the right time.” 

A short huff escaped his lips and you wondered if he hid a smirk underneath that helmet. You were sure you imagined it, but you thought you saw his gaze subtly drift down along your figure, as if he studied every inch of you, every curve of your body. It made your skin tingle and heat up as you snuck a glance at his imposing figure whenever you could. You only hoped he didn’t catch your wandering eyes. 

If he noticed, Paz didn’t mention it and he redirected your thoughts when he spoke again, “Your door is damaged,” he seemed to force himself to concentrate on anything but you as he turned his attention to your front door. He ran his gloved hand up and down the doorframe and you couldn’t help but wonder what his hand would feel like if he touched you like that. Again, though, his voice brought you back to reality, “I can fix it for you,” Paz said plainly before he pulled out a tool from his pack and made quick work of your front door.

The world felt like it spun around you as you watched the big, strong Mandalorian fix the front of your house like it was nothing. Just like he lifted that boulder like it was nothing. Thankfully, the damage wasn’t too bad, but you found that you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. The way he was able to move the boulder that blocked your way, the way he easily shot down the pirates and kept you safe the day before, the way he competently fixed your door… you were a goner before you even realized it.

“Done,” Paz huffed as he straightened his posture and pushed your door open.

Your eyes went wide as your gaze trailed from his armored silhouette to the inside of your home. Paz stood to the side as you carefully stepped inside, your breath trapped in your chest as you anticipated the worst. But, you let out a deep sigh of relief when the inside was completely intact. Only some things scattered the floor that had fallen from the tables and shelves when the city was attacked, but otherwise, the damage was minimal. 

“You got lucky here,” Paz moved to stand at your side, closing the door behind him, “Your home seems to have escaped the damage,” he turned to you as your gaze stayed forward. His hand clenched and unclenched as he longed to reach out to you like he did the way before. Even from the moment he first saw you, Paz felt an instant pull towards you. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before, and when he saw the way you fought back against the clutches of that pirate, he felt compelled to protect you. 

Unaware of Paz’s inner turmoil, you let out another deep sigh as you met his vizor. Your heart pounded in your chest as you felt his gaze on you, even if you couldn’t see it. You had no idea where it came from, but your next words caught even you off guard, “It’s not the first time I got lucky… Maybe it won’t be the last…” your tone dropped as you made your intentions obvious to him.

As he stared at you, you instantly regretted your words and you dropped your gaze and turned away from him, “I’m sorry,” you blurted out, “That was bold… I don’t want to cross a line…”

But your rambles of embarrassment were cut off when a gloved hand gently cupped your chin and guided you to look back at him, “No,” Paz’s voice was soft as his tone matched your low one, “I like boldness,” he growled as his grip on your chin tightened slightly.

The tension in the room was palpable as you both stared at each other. Nerves made your skin tingle and your breath tremble, yet the way Paz held your chin brought comfort to you. Finding your bravery, you broke the silence, “The bedroom is back this way.”

“Lead the way,” Paz replied in a low tone as his thumb brushed across your face.

You stepped backwards, knowing your home by heart, so you didn’t have to look away from Paz as you slid your hand in his. He immediately wrapped his fingers around yours as he caressed your side with his free hand. Paz’s grip landed on your hip and he used the leverage to yank you up against his armored chest.

A gasp escaped your lips as you found yourself flushed against his broad body, and your hand landed on the cool plate of his armor. You felt weightless as you took tiny steps back into your bedroom while Paz hands his hands up and down your body. After repeating the motion a few times, he grabbed your shirt and held still, the fabric balled in his fist as his gaze bore into you through the vizor.

“Do it,” you breathed, knowing exactly what he asked without the words needed, “I want this.”

Paz let out a low growl as he made quick work of your clothes. With every step towards your bed he exposed another sliver of your skin until you were completely bare by the time your legs hit the bed. He grunted as he pushed you backwards so that you landed on your mattress, and he was mesmerized by the way your breasts bounced when you did. 

“Beautiful…” Paz groaned as he looked you up and down, this time less subtly.

You laid out on your back completely exposed to him. And Paz couldn’t help but notice the glisten between your parted legs as you anticipated his next move. His gaze ran up your body as he leaned forward, memorizing every dip and curve of your figure until he got you your face and noticed the glazed over expression in your eyes and the way your lips were parted.

Feeling nervous under Paz’s strong gaze, you suddenly became very aware that you were naked and he remained fully covered. Swallowing hard, you whispered, “Can I see your hands?” Your eyes fluttered up to meet his vizor as he hovered over you.

Paz said nothing, and only tilted his helmet to the side slightly.

Somehow, you knew exactly what the gesture meant and you rephrased in a stronger voice, “I want to see your hands.” 

“Good girl,” Paz groaned. 

He stayed hovering over you even as he lifted himself up to slowly remove his gloves. Paz took pleasure in the way your breath trembled and your body shook in anticipation. He teased you as he slowly took one glove off, one finger at a time. And it didn’t go unnoticed when you gasped at the first glimpse of skin or the way you licked your lips when you noticed how thick his fingers were.

But then your next words took you both by surprise, “And your cock.”

Paz stilled, his hands bare for you as he hovered over you between your parted legs. But, he did like the boldness in your request… command… and Paz felt himself stiffen in his pants. With a growl, he complied, and his bare hands quickly freed his cock for you.

“Fuck…” you breathed when you saw how big he was. 

Moving before you could stop yourself, you reached out for him and wrapped your hand around his cock. Paz leaned forward more, planting his hands on either side of you as you gave his length a soft squeeze. You glanced up for a moment, and when you felt his energy flow through your body, your eyes drifted back down between your bodies as you pumped his cock.

Paz growled your name as he tilted his head forward so that his helmet rested against your forehead. He felt cool against your heated skin, and when he rocked his hips in time with your hand, you worked him faster, squeezing all the spots that made him groan more. Heat rose in the room as you pumped him as he covered your body with his own, and you let out a soft moan when Paz growled your name.

“If you don’t stop now…” Paz grunted, “I’m going to cum all over you…”

You looked up from where his cock captivated your attention to meet Paz’s vizor. A challenge glistened in your eyes as you gave him a slight smirk and pumped him faster in response. A low curse hissed out of Paz’s lips as he thrust his hips into your hand more. Grunts and whimpers filled the room as Paz felt his climax hit him before he could give you any warning. A gasp escaped your throat as he came hard, splashing his seed all over your stomach, but you kept going until Paz grabbed your wrist and yanked you off of him.

Heavy breaths filled the space between your bodies as you and Paz stared at each other for several moments. Your wrist stayed in his grip as you were content to be held by him. And for a moment, you swore you saw a glimpse of his eyes behind the darkness of the vizor…

But that moment quickly vanished when Paz let go of your wrists to grab onto your breasts firmly. You dropped your head onto the mattress as you let out a loud scream as he squeezed and fondled your breasts. His rough fingers pinched your nipples as he kneaded the soft flesh and savored every little sound of pleasure you made under his touch. 

“You look so beautiful with my cum on you,” Paz groaned as he gave your breasts another firm squeeze. 

“Paz…” you panted as your eyes fluttered closed. 

He ran his hands down the sides of your body, careful to leave the evidence of his release on your skin. When he reached your thighs, Paz grabbed your legs and parted them more, and his breath hitched in his throat when he saw how your pussy glistened. 

“So wet for me already, mesh’la,” Paz growled as he scooped just a little bit of his seed and trailed it down the mound of your public bone, “But I need to prepare you for my cock…”

“Please Paz,” you begged as you shifted to make yourself comfortable, “I need you… Don’t make me wait.”

“Shhh,” he cooed as he parted your lower lips, “Patience, mesh’la… I’ve got you.” 

Your heart skipped a beat as he repeated his first words to you, only this time they held even more meaning, “I trust you,” you whispered your reply as you relaxed your body under his expert touch. Vaguely, you wondered what that nickname meant, but just by the way he said it with fondness was enough to make your heart flutter. 

But any thought you might have had vanished from your mind as Paz coated his finger with his seed and pushed into your pussy. You clutched at the sheets as his thick digit entered you inch by delicious inch. Paz groaned as he watched his cum-coated finger disappear inside you and your warmth engulfed him. His cock already started to stiffen again as he slowly reeled back and thrust his finger fully into you again.

“Paz!” you cried out as he repeated the motion again and again, “Another finger… Please…”

He growled your name as he complied with your request… demand. You felt so good around his fingers and he felt your wet tightness grip him hard as he crooked his fingers up and hit your sweet spot with precision. You bucked your hips and screamed loudly as you felt like you would fly off of the bed.

“Oh fuck…” you cried out as Paz hit your sweet spot over and over again ad he thrust his fingers harder and faster.

“Show me how beautiful you are when you cum,” Paz growled as he watched you fall apart with intense satisfaction. His cock screamed at him, but he ignored it in favor of pleasuring you.

It didn’t take long for Paz to get what he wanted and you came with a loud scream. Your legs trembled on either side of him as you rode out your climax on his fingers as Paz savored the way your mouth dropped open to allow the beautiful sounds to flow freely. When you were spent, you flopped down limp on the bed and Paz stayed still inside you for a few moments as he watched your breasts rise and fall.

Carefully, paz pulled his fingers out, and he caressed your body with his free hand when you let out a soft whimper. You kept your eyes closed as you spread yourself for him in a wordless invitation… but Paz had other plans for you.

“Turn over, mesh’la,” he ordered softly.

You blinked your eyes open and were met with his armored figure, just his hands and cock out for you. You gasped as you felt a fresh wave of need crash through you at the way he looked at you with fondness, even through the helmet. You flashed him a grin as you eagerly complied.

Feeling flirtatious, you wiggled your ass a little as you positioned yourself on your hands and knees. Any embarrassment was gone after you both came for each other once, and all that was felt in between the two of you was need and desire.

“Put your face down,” Paz said, “Keep your eyes covered.”

That caught you off guard and the nerves rushed back. But, you did as you were told with a meek, “Yes.” You leaned forward, burying your face in the sheets until your world went black. And your skin warmed as the motion made you lift your ass in the air, putting yourself on full display for the Mandalorian.

To test you, Paz slapped your pussy without warning. You screamed into the mattress, but your face stayed buried. You felt dizzy from the impact but it only turned you on more.

“Good girl,” he growled as he dipped down behind you, “Stay just like that no matter what.”

Before you could answer, you felt the cold touch of Paz’s helmet against your ass. Goosebumps erupted on your skin as you heard the hiss of his helmet and you realized what he had planned. You let out a loud moan as you felt the tip of Paz’s tongue against your folds as he licked your pussy from behind. 

Your muffled moans filled the room as you clutched tightly to the sheets, lost in the pleasure that was Paz’s tongue. Even with your face buried, you saw stars every time he hit your clit, and you were sure you weren't going to last long.

“Fuck… Paz… You’re gonna make me cum,” you whimpered before you fell apart again.

He slurped loudly as he gripped your thighs tightly, licking and sucking at your cunt while you came on his face. Paz savored the taste of you, and he smirked against you as he felt you gush against his face. And while he kept his helmet tilted off just enough to expose his lips, Paz was proud of you for keeping yourself down just like he told you to.

Breaking away with a pop, Paz lowered his helmet back down and licked his lips as he did so, “I think you’re ready for my cock now, mesh’la,” his voice was low as he stroked himself, “You can lift your head now.”

You didn’t have the energy to pick yourself up completely, but you lifted your face and took in a deep breath.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes,” you breathed as you trembled in anticipation. 

But as wet as you were, the stretch of Paz’s cock still took your breath away and you gasped loudly as the tip pushed into you. Slowly, Paz entered your pussy with a groan of his own. Fuck you felt even better around him than he thought. But, he didn’t want to hurt you by letting himself go.

“Are you alright?” Paz asked as he caressed your back and your ass.

“Yes,” you replied immediately, “Fuck… Please, don’t stop. Feels so good.”

Paz growled as he kept going, “You look even more beautiful on my cock than I thought,” he groaned as he pushed the rest of the way inside you, “And you feel even better too.”

You whimpered as the feeling of Paz’s cock was overwhelming in the best way. You had never felt fuller, never been more stretched out, and you had never felt a pleasure like this ever in your life. Maker, you were already addicted to him and he had just entered you. 

He grabbed onto your hips as he rolled back and thrust forward gently. Slowly at first, Paz rocked back and forth, but the more you moaned and cried out in pleasure, the faster he went. Skin slapped against skin as he reached forward and grabbed your arms, lifting your chest off the bed as he thrust into you over and over again.

Moans and screams filled the room as your mouth hung open while Paz fucked you. Your eyes rolled back as you surrendered yourself and gave every inch of yourself to him. Not only did his cock stretch you out more than ever before, but the way Paz held you tight made you feel safe and protected as he pounded into you.

Paz groaned your name as he craved even more of you. He grabbed you and yanked you back so that your bare back was pressed flush against his armored chest. Paz wrapped his arm around you and grabbed your breast with one hand and pinned you against his body and rubbed at your clit with the other.

“Oh! Fuck!” you screamed, “Paz!” you reached up behind you and grabbed onto him wherever you could. Only your knees stayed on the bed as you arched your back and let Paz hold you tightly as he fucked into you with an ever faster pace.

“Cum, mesh’la,” he groaned in your ear, “Cum on my cock.” Paz’s own orgasm wasn’t far behind, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he would last like this. Holding you in his arms while he thrust into you was just as overwhelming for him as it was for you. 

“Cum in me,” you whispered before your climax hit you.

That was all it took for both of you to completely fall apart. You screamed loudly as your inner muscles squeezed Paz’s cock. His grip on you tightened as he filled you to the point where you thought you would burst, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was Paz and the ecstasy he brought you. Your entire body shook as he held you close and you both rode out your intense highs on each other.

You felt yourself gush as your release dripped down your inner thigh. Paz noticed too, as he felt you soak his cock while he spilled himself inside of you until that too dripped out of you. With one last grunt and thrust, Paz sheathed himself completely inside you as he tipped you both forward until you both collapsed down onto the bed. 

Neither of you moved for a long time. Heavy breaths filled the room as you laid in Paz’s arms, his cock still buried deep inside you. Tears filled your eyes from the waves of emotions that crashed into you suddenly. As much as you tried to keep them hidden, Paz heard a soft sob and immediately pushed himself up.

“Are you alright, cyare?” Paz hissed as he pulled out of you, but his focus was quickly redirected to your needs.

You whimpered at the loss of him inside you, “I’m fine, Paz,” your voice was soft as he wiped away the tears from the corners of your eyes, “More than fine actually,” you gave him a bright smile as you leaned into his touch. Closing your eyes, you kissed the palm of his hand and you heard his breath hitch. 

Paz let out a heavy sigh as he looked at you. He felt an even bigger need to keep you protected as you looked so vulnerable in his arms. A glow surrounded you as you let out a contented sigh of your own. It was a tender moment neither of you would ever forget. 

But, Paz knew he couldn’t stay like this forever, “I should go,” he said abruptly.

“Wait,” you grabbed his wrist before he could get up, “Stay?” you pleaded with your eyes before you repeated in a stronger voice, “I want you to stay.” 

He let out another sigh, “Alright.” Paz wouldn’t admit how little it took to convince him to stay. But he also didn’t want to deny how much he already craved the feeling of you securely in his arms. The rest of the world could wait as Paz settled back down and held you tight. He wondered what would happen moving forward. How could he keep you by his side while still remaining loyal to his tribe? Would Ragnar like you? Would you like him? 

But for now, those questions would wait, and all Paz wanted to do was hold you close.

SImilar questions ran through your mind, and you wondered if he would want to stay with you, if he would allow you to stay with him. Somehow, you had a feeling you could make it work from how strong your feelings were already. You could figure it out somehow. And you had never been happier that you were bold as you sighed contently in Paz’s strong arms. 

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Sacrifice

Rated T Contains angst, a miniscule amount of fluff, no use of y/n, language Word Count: 1.2k Summary: A scouting mission doesn't go according to plan

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Paz said to the Armorer. “A Jedi? Staying here with us? You know what her kind did.”

“I understand your feelings toward this decision,” the leader replied, “But it is important for us to make peace with a foe from many years ago. With her knowledge, she can educate us as well.”

“I don't see how that benefits us.”

“It will help the foundlings,” she explained, “who are our future.” Paz sighed and nodded his head. “She can provide newer training methods, and history. It is important to have an open mind.”

“Perhaps.” He agreed.

“Now.” The Armorer said, satisfied with his response, “instead of brooding, how about you get to know her? Other Mandalorians have, but still keep their space. If they see you speaking with her, they would be more accepting of her presence.”

Paz nodded his head. “This is the Way.”

“This is the Way.”

“I wish I can do that,” one of the foundlings sigh. You slowly lower your hands, gently setting the three of them on the ground. You smile as they congregate to you, ready to ask more questions about Jedi, the Force, and your travels.

“That's enough,” a stern voice calls out. The three young ones turn around and see Paz gazing at your group.

“Yes sir.” The three leave, not questioning him.

You stand up and see Paz walk to you. Nodding your head in acknowledgment, you say, “Yes?” He didn't reply. Instead he analyzes you, wondering why the hell are you here with the Mandalorians. Smirking, you walk to him. “Yes, Mandalorian?” You sense a mix of feelings and emotions from the man. Curiosity, irritation, annoyance, and a dash of frustration.

“I am not here for pleasantries, Jedi.” Paz states.

You lift an eyebrow. “Then what are you here for?”

Sighing, he admits: “To get to know you. The good and bad.” Smiling, you motion for him to come closer.

“I hope you do the same for me.” You reply.

“This is the Way.”

Months have passed. Then years. The foundlings were not only trained in the way of the Mandalore, but also possessed knowledge and fighting skills of the Jedi. You became part of the clan's main scouting troop, and helped in many missions. Your relationship with the other Mandalorians improved and you gained their respect.

“Jedi, I need you to go on a special mission for me.” The Armorer says after the group celebrated a new commencement of a foundling. You sensed a couple lingering thoughts from other Mandalorians; whenever you and the Armorer spoke, it was either serious or sensitive. She motions for you to follow her, and you do.

“What is it?”

“I need you to run a solo stakeout of a group of outsiders.” She says slowly. “I noticed them arrive a couple days ago when scouting.” You nod your head and wait for her to finish. “I have spoken with Paz, him being the leader of your scouting party..." her voice trails before she continues, “he is not satisfied with the plan, especially when I told him it was just you.”

“I...I'm sorry if my presence complicates anything.” you say. It is clear to you, Paz, and the Armorer that there is a special bond between you two. Ragnar, his son, frequently jokes about it.

“I know he'll follow you.” The Armorer states, ignoring your apology. “You know that too...I'll give you more information tomorrow morning. After that, you will begin the mission.”

“This is the Way.” You whisper.

“May the Force be with you.”

After you were debriefed, you entered your T-6 and flew above the strangers’ camp, wanting to see what you were going against. From above there is a band of stormtroopers and a large tent, showing that there was an important presence.

“You see a bird flying in the sky.” You say out loud after waving your hand. You hear a majority of the stormtroopers think about your ship a bird and smile in satisfaction. After flying, you manage to find a place to land, far enough from the campground but close enough to scout safely.

As it became afternoon, yours and the Armorer’s prediction came true.

“Mandalorian,” you call out in a calm tone, “you can come out from hiding.”

Paz obeys your command and walks out of the shadows from your ship. “You knew,” he says. “I figured you expected me but I’m still surprised.”

Paz didn’t need your permission to walk and sit next to you. From your sack, you gather some food and pass it to him. You turn around as he lifted his helmet to eat it. When you hear him put it back in place, you turn back. Paz gently put both of his hands on both sides of your head and leans in close. Both of your foreheads touch and you close your eyes, knowing he was doing the same.

“I know you’ll be up before me, so please, before we sleep,” he whispers, still holding you, “be careful. If you need anything…think of me.”

“I will. I promise.” You whisper back. You gently put his hands down and kiss what would be his forehead. You both fall asleep next to each other, holding hands.

The following day, you venture out from your hiding spot to scout the Empire’s campsite behind boulders. You quietly jump between the rocks in a quick, steady pace and manage to be close enough to see the stormtroopers walk around. They are equipped with their guns, ready for action.

Seeing some near bugs, you close your eyes and connect with them asking them to walk to the troops and large tent to gain information. From the numerous voices bouncing in your mind, you put the plan together that there was a tip from someone who located the Mandalorians’ refuge.

“Damn,” you whisper.

Mandalorian, I am going to give you some important information. You reach out to Paz, The Empire is here and looking for the clan.

The bugs came back to you, giving information that was crucial for everyone know. The Mandalorians’ lives depend on it. Using the Force you free them from their duty and leave the site, ready to travel back. One day is enough. As you walk the same route back, you felt other presences around you. You take your lightsaber out of its sheath and ready yourself for a fight. Stormtroopers came from above and surround you.

“Ah, I see a lone Jedi in our presence.” A familiar voice comments. It is Moff Gideon. “I didn't expect to find one.”

“I can understand why,” you hiss, “unfortunately, it seems that Order 66 wasn't as successful as it rumored.”

Gideon growls and motions for some troopers to grab your arms. They obey him but you have a couple surprises up your sleeve.

"You ready to see what a Jedi Knight can do?" You threaten.

“I need the scouting party to follow me,” Paz tells the Armorer. When he received her message, he flew as fast as he could to warn the others about the stormtroopers, not thinking that he caused a scene when he was in the air. The Jedi protected him from the camp yesterday, and unfortunately he didn't have that luxury. “The Jedi has given me intel and it requires help from us.”

“Then go. Her not returning with you is a sign that the worst has come, or is about to unfold.” The Armorer replies coolly. “This is the Way.”

“This is the Way.”

When coming to the Moff Gideon's camp, Paz and the rest of the Mandalorians search around, looking for any surviving stormtroopers and you. Everyone gasps when they land, the damage done to the camp was tremendous. Troopers scattered, some laying in huge heaps while others dismantled. Rocks haphazardly surround the area and guns are in a burning pile.

There was talk amongst the Mandalorians as they wander the camp. Paz only has one person in mind: you. Running around the camp calling out, “Jedi, where are you?” repeatedly makes him nervous. He barely felt your presence in his mind, and did his best to locate the spot you are thinking about.

“Hi,” you heave, clutching your side. The wound wasn't deep, but deadly enough to cause serious damage. Paz runs and kneels down in front of you. He looks around and notices your lightsaber a couple feet away.

“What happened?” He whispers, gently sitting you up.

“Moff Gideon.” You rasp out, putting more pressure on your wound. Paz notices you trying to reach out for your lightsaber using the Force. It was shaking, but not coming to you. He quickly snatches it and gives it to you. “Don't worry, I'm going to cauterize it.”

“Bastard!” He hisses as you wince, watching you burn the bleeding wound with your lightsaber. “Are...are you going to be okay?”

You shake your head. “I was hit with some lasers, but managed to deflect most of them and change their trajectory to stormtroopers...” you answer, trembling. Cauterizing your gaping wound hurt like hell, but it was the best thing you can do at that point. Paz's heart skips a beat when he saw blood on your robes.

“He knows where you are...please go.” You say.

“I am not fucking leaving you.” He counters. “No, you are coming with us. I am not leaving you.”

You manage out a quiet chuckle. You felt streaks of blood run down your forehead, which he tenderly wiped off. “Healing isn't my forte...I always had trouble with that at the academy.”

“Stop talking like that.”

“Go.” You encourage, “You know I won't be able to help...I...I don't feel so good.” By this time, your wound is burnt shut, but the damage to your head and body is too hard to heal. “Just...I really hurt right now, and would like you to--”

“Stop it!” Paz growls. “You...you are my...”

“Cyare,” you whisper faintly. Paz starts shaking, holding your small hands in his. “Go.”

“My name is Paz Vizsla,” he blurts out. "I love you."

“I love you too, Paz Vizsla,” you reply. You tell him your name, and in turn he leans his helmet on your forehead. He lifts it part way and softly kisses your fingers, making you smile. Then, he stands up and raises his pistol over you. You nod your head and close your eyes.

With shaky fingers, he closes his eyes and presses the trigger. Your body went limp. Paz opens his eyes and weeps as he knelt back down and held your lifeless body close to his. “May the Force be with you.”

#the mandolarian #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfic #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars fanfic #paz x reader #paz vizla x reader #paz vizsla fanfiction

[mapplestrudel]

So remember this little thing here --> https://mapplestrudel.tumblr.com/post/697648792189730816/tigaane-touches?

Yeah it has an unexpected second chapter now xD

Mes'ak'narit

Summary:

Paz wakes up warm and comfy - and introduces Reader to...

...the Scratchy Game.

Relationships:

Paz Vizsla x Reader

Additional Tags:

Reader-Insert, Earthling!Reader, self-indulgent semi self-insert, Fluff, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Mando armour headcanons, have you ever wondered how Mandalorians scratch an itch when they're all armoured up?

Rating: General Audiences

Wordcount: 3.3K

(Translations at the end)

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When Paz wakes up, he's desoriented and confused at first as to where he actually is.

He's tucked in, warm and comfortable and it's not like he's had this combination to wake up to a lot of times in his life...

There's a soft pressure against his back, an arm slack over his ribs and a soft flow of inhales and exhales against his neck. Suddenly there's mumbling about big carrots and goats - and his tension leaves him with a relieved sigh as his mind finally catches up and he remembers what happened. He does not recall, though, how he got into this position. The only plausible explanation of course is that he just fell asleep under your gentle touches, and that makes him blush in the dark.

Knocked out by softness. He huffs.

That's a first.

He still doesn't quite understand how this happened.

How you peeled off layers of layers, homing in on this soft core inside of him that he had forgotten existed.

How you seemed to see through his visor, his only window into the world, and how the world suddenly seemed so large and he so small whenever you locked eyes through the pane.

How he, after years of self- and reckless service for the Armourer, his vode, his tribe, suddenly wanted something just for himself. Or rather, someone.

You.

He turns around. He needs to hold you, lest you vanish into the thin air.

Half woken by his movements you turn around yourself, unwilling to commit to the waking world just yet. You scoot backwards into his front and he wraps his arms around you. A heavy but content sigh leaves his chest, and you answer likewise.

His mind drifts into this half-waking twilight zone of an early morning, and a strong urge to keep you safe bubbles up. He knows he will have to let you go, sooner or later, whenever you find a way to return to your own world, but he tenses at the very thought of you being lost in a world unknown to him. He doesn't like it one bit. He will see it through, though, just as he promised. You will see your friends and family again, he's gonna make sure of that, but... the thought of you not being here, the thought of this place beside him being empty - it whips a pang into his heart and he tries to push it into the very back of his mind. What counts, he reminds himself, is now. And now, you are here.

Olar bal jii an jate.

You're here, and right now everything is okay in this "tin can" drifting through space.

"Soooo, you like scritches, huh?"

Your voice draws him out of his thoughts, and he chuckles, as his hand searches and finds yours.

"Guess so. Do you like scritches?"

"Oh hell yeah! I'm a sucker for head and back scritches!"

"Really?"

"Absolutely. As a matter of fact, would you be so kind and maybe scratch right unter my left shoulder blade, like, right now? I can never reach that. Well except with a fork."

"You scratch your back with a fork?"

"Well... yeah! Desperate times and such....?"

"You could've just asked me."

"I... uh... well, I didn't want to intrude or anything... i don't know. I'm experienced with forks on my back though. Don't even use knives anymore."

"What?"

"Butter knifes. You know, they've got like little saw teeth but they're not that sharp? Unless they are. So. Not using these anymore. - Will you scratch now, pleeease?" You whine and pull up the back of your tshirt, and he expertly finds your shoulder blade and starts scratching.

"Here?"

"Ohmygosh yesssss!" You make a high pitched sound of content that descends into a purr and then to a sigh as he extends scratchy circles across the rest of your back.

You revel in the gentle sting as he applies just the perfect amount of pressure.

Until a very important question bubbles up that you had wondered about for, well, ever.

"How do you scratch an itch in the flight suit, or worse, wearing the whole beskar'gam?"

"We don't."

"But... HOW?!"

"Pure power of will," he flexes, using his super deep super BAMF Mando voice, before changing registers into a cheerful "... and the Scratchy Game."

".... Elaborate." Your interest is peaked.

"Well, it's a little game you can play on the HUD to distract you until the itch is gone. And the itch will be gone if you ignore it long enough."

"Actually, it won't," you beg to differ. "I've tried this as a meditation method, using the itch as a focus anchor kinda, but it only ended with me itching all over. I had to take a shower and scrub real good with my extra scrubby scrub glove!" You feign indignation at the memory. He laughs in kind amusement and sits up.

"You wanna see it?"

"See what?"

"The Scratchy Game."

"I mean... can't say I don't! But won't I see you, too, then?"

"I'll deactivate dark vision."

"Huh." You ponder, weighing up, as so often with these Mandos, between your curiosity and decent common sense and privacy. "I mean... if you're okay with it? - Sure!"

He gets the helmet and his bracer tool from their nightly resting place under the bed and puts them on. You sit there, wrapping your blanket around your back that is still tingling with warmth from the fresh scratches. The HUD lights up as does the bracer, and Paz makes some settings and adjustments with swift fingers. Then he takes off the bracer and puts it on your left forearm. It's heavy, but also not as cold as you anticipated. A little tingle goes up your arm, as if it is sending out some signal. Your arm starts to tremble a bit.

"It's a little confused because you're not me. It knows you, though, so you won't get zapped."

"Excuse me?"

He once more presses a few buttons, and the tingling sensation subsides. He takes the helmet, but keeps it on his lap as if again considering for a moment whether this really is a good idea.

"When we get our final beskar'gam, we kinda... " He pauses to look for the right word. "... kinda "attune" to it. And it attunes to us, too, and starts recognizing its owner. And the longer you wear it and the better you know your beskar'gam - and the better it knows you - the more efficient you can use it. The connection between a Mandalorian and their beskar'gam goes deeper than just the physical protection it provides. To the point that it will refuse cooperation with anybody else, and starts zapping any unwarranted intruder."

Listening with big eyes, you imagine what scientific articles would say about the Metaphysical Traits and Features of Beskar and Its Significance In the Mandalorian Culture. You are acutely aware of the amount of trust and comfort it takes Paz to allow you to wear his armour, or even just parts of it, and it makes you feel nervous and grateful and in awe all at once.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

There's another pause where he looks at his buy'ce, but then he nods.

"I trust you to not take advantage of this."

Another pause as you think about it, before you answer. "And I trust you to not get me into any danger with this."

"Don't worry, Laar'ika. It knows you. It trusts you as much as I do..."

"Okay."

"Ready?"

Always the worrier.

You inhale, uncertain.

"Can I sit in front of you? Then you'd have better access to do ... whatever... with that bracer. And, like, if I accidentally activate dark vision I won't actually see you..."

He restrains another urge to crush you in a hug, and after some trying you finally find the right positions for this experiment: He sits against the wall, blanket on his shoulders, you sit crosslegged, back against his front, in no need of extra blanket warmth. Your arm with the bracer is placed on your lap, and Paz's arms surround you, his hands holding the buy'ce in front of you.

A laugh rumbles through his chest into your back, and, gently, he puts the helmet on your head.

You take another nervous breath - and then blurt out:

"Alright, gimme that Scratchy Game, vod!"

It's... a lot.

"Haar'chak!" you swear and your bracer-free hand seeks Paz's.

At first you feel like you ate too much icecream too fast.

A tingling brainfreeze.

It's all white and you haven't even opened your eyes yet.

Then there's a zap, gentle, but it seems to run from the buy'ce through your neck and shoulders down your arm into the bracer. You can hear (and feel!) a "zzziiingggg" as the two devices sync up and the white in front of your closed eyes slowly dissipates, and finally you dare to blink them open.

The HUD pane is of an oblique dark grey colour, and on it you can see white-ish letters, but the brightness is tuned down so it doesn't blind you.

There's Mando'a letters, words, some of which you recognize and know the meaning of, some of which you don't. On both sides of the panel there's different status indicators blinking. Heartbeat, oxygen levels, inner and outer temperature, and some others.

For a moment an icon, an avatar of Paz, blinks questioningly in the right corner. Then it changes into a new icon, framed in friendly green. It's you, smiling proudly at him from above, and you recognize the scene! It's in the training room in the covert, after a difficult session, when you finally figured out how to execute that throw that you'd been practicing for weeks and finally it worked out and you threw Paz on the ground, grinning proudly at him.

Your eyes slowly adapt to the input, and as nothing new seems to happen on the HUD for the moment, you dare to open your other senses.

Your nose reports basically the usual Paz smell, just a bit more metallic, and a bit more sweaty, and a bit more... well, "Paz", and it hits you like a tidal wave, leaving you reeling - not like you lost your anchor, but like being surrounded by it and losing any sense of direction for a hot minute.

Your ears pick up mainly your breathing, noises from the outside seeming somewhat far away, dampened.

Your cheek glows red but this has less to do with the temperature inside here, and more with the extraordinary intimacy of this very personal insight to how Paz actually sees the world. Your pulse picks up and makes the little heartbeat animation go faster, too.

"Yeah! Just a bit... overwhelmed." A reassuring hum from him makes you remember your breath and relax back into him.

Paz must have noticed something on the bracer because you can hear his slightly concerned voice.

"You alright?"

This sound is not dampened, though, and you hear it loud and clear, as if the helmet can select which sounds go through or not.

"Take your time. No use in getting you nauseous." He wraps both of his hands around yours, squeezing them with reassurance.

"You can scroll through some menues, if you like. Just look and double-blink at them. I've deactivated some, though."

You do, and eventually you get a hang of it. Skipping through menu points you do or do not quite understand, you feel a dull "nope" manifest in your neck when you get to a restricted one. Unrestricted menus you learn to recognize by a cheerful "yeah" on the tip of your ears.

You are not quite sure what to make of this.

"Is it normal to... uh... 'feel' the helmet's... i don't know... like... 'intentions' or something?"

Paz lets go a surprised puff. "Yeah! Yeah that's normal! And intended! You... you adapted pretty fast, actually."

"What do you mean, 'pretty fast'?"

"Well... I...," he clears his throat, remembering when he first put on this particular iron suit. "I felt sick for... uh... a while, when I first got the armour... Couple hours..."

"A couple hours!?" You raise your eyebrow. "Clearly you didn't expect me to feel sick for 'a couple hours'."

"Well...to be honest, I'd forgotten about this right until now."

"Paz! I could have puked into your buy'ce!"

He clears his throat.

"You didn't. That's all what counts. The armour knew you already from our previous interactions. And sometimes you have to throw the duckling into the water to see if it swims."

"Well quack-quack to you, too!" The buy'ce pulls you backwards and you bonk his nose.

"Hey now!"

"That.. that wasn't me! It was your bucket!"

"My own armour conspiring against me."

"You had it coming, vod."

"Aaalright, I think you're ready to play the Scratchy Game."

"Scratchy game!" you exclaim once more, and know exactly where to find it, your eyes being drawn to the right menu without you even having to think about it. "Found it!"

"We need to get you your own kit." Paz mumbles, but you don't hear it in your victorious distraction. You start the game.

It only takes a short moment for it to load.

There's a pause, a moment of bated breath as Paz waits for some reaction from you....

"... Are you karking kidding me?" you exclaim and start laughing, and he's a little startled because this is not really what he expected.

"What?"

"Space Invaders? Your Shoo the Scratch Game is... Space Invaders?"

"You know it?!" He's puzzled.

"It's a classic! Revolutionized the video game world from what I've read. The 'invaders' look different here, but the overall principle is the same. Amazing! What's your - Osik! One down! - What's your highscore?"

"Hundred twelve."

"But I'm at 200 already."

"- Thousand."

"Oh. Okay. That's a lot!"

"It was a long watch."

"I figure! - Damn it, next down!"

"You can use the bracer to move the cannon." He places your right pointer and ring finger on two buttons on the bracer. "See if that works better."

It does indeed and for a while your little sounds of concentration are the only things that fill the comfy sleeping compartment.

Paz just sits there, his hands on your tum, relishing your warmth and softness, committing this moment to a memory he'll hold on to dearly.

Eventually your last cannon is destroyed.

"Aaaand I'm out!" you state, hesitating. "That was fun! And it's the perfect game to not think about scratching! Ingenious!"

"Exactly! What's your score?"

"Not quite 8.000."

"Not bad for the first time," he acknowledges.

"Good enough for the Top 70 apparently," you cheer.

"You wanna go again?"

"... - Yes!"

"Paz!" The sudden outcry into the silence of gaming focus startles him. "Lets up the ante! You steer and I give you directions!"

You try again, lose even faster now, but you try again.

And again.

And again.

You're really into it now. And then you have another idea.

"Hell yeah!" He chuckles, eager to join.

He puts his head on your shoulder, his right hand sneaks under yours, replacing it on the bracer.

You leave your hand sitting on his, feeling the muscles of his fingers move as he presses the buttons.

His free arm wraps anew around your tum, hand gently kneading your soft flesh like a cat kneads a comfy blanket.

"Tsikala," he states and smiles to himself.

He's happy.

Happy that you're here.

Happy that he can share this with you.

Olar bal jii an jate.

It takes a few rounds of dying in-game but eventually you find a rhythm between your calls of "payt! paytpaytpaytpayt!" and "staabi!" and his moving the game's cannon to fend off the invaders that gets the score higher and higher. At one point he asks you to pause and switch on the external speakers so he can have sound feedback from the game, too.

You forget about time completely. It's completely irrelevant in this dark but comfy bubble where only you and Paz exist.

The amount of "Game overs" decreases, while your score rises and rises and you are on a particularly good run as....

--- BEEEEEEEP. BEEEEEEEEP. ---

The ships landing alarm goes off.

"Haar'chak!" you both exclaim and you startle up, ramming your shoulder into his chin. He groans and you try to detangle your limbs, but not completely and you fall off the bed and sit there for a hot second seeing nothing except your last cannon being destroyed by the wave of invaders. And then the game's "Game over" sound mixes with the ongoing landing alarm - and Paz' laughter.

He switched on the light, knowing you couldn't see anything but the game in the HUD, and he sees you, sitting on the ground in your pjs, adorably grumpy, with a helmet that's way too big.

His helmet.

His mind catches up with the whole situation of how you got there and how you both got so caught up in that silly Scratchy Game, and how he himself was surprised and now his chin hurts - it's just...

"Not funny," you grumble, crossing arms in front of you."Very funny," he retorts.

"Okay, maybe a bit funny," you concede.

He kneels down in front of you.

"We've got enough time to get ready. Say goodbye to the bucket." 

"Ret' buy'ce! Vor entye!"  

A little animated waving hands icon lights up in the HUD, followed by mando'a letters you read as "Ret' Laar'ika!" Then there's a powering down "zzzoooonnngggg", which feels not unlike the initial "zzziiingggg", but inversed.

He seems to hear it, too, because just in that moment he puts his hands on both sides of the helmet, asking "Close your eyes, please? The light is already on."

You nod and he lifts up the helmet and there you are, eyes closed, waiting patiently.

You hear an exhale and a bump as he sits down.

Eyebrow raised, you asked into your self-chosen darkness, "You okay?"

"Uh.. Yeah... I've just... I've.. you..."

Thing is - he's never seen you without the HUD's overlay.

He knows your face, your pretty round face with eye wrinkles and laugh lines and dimples, knows how the tips of your ears turn red when you're excited, and how your curly-messy hair is peppered with a bunch of silver here and there.

But it all seems all the more real with just his own eyes, and he's stunned there for just a hot second, taking a moment or five to come to terms with the inadequacy of his senses and the fact that he likes you no matter what these tell him.

"Paz?"

"Hm?"

"I really need to pee."

"Oh! Osik!" You hear some movement and the familiar sound of the buy'ce being put on. "Alright, clear!"

Your eyes blink open, and you take a moment to regain your bearings without the helmet.

Paz sit's opposite of you, tilting his helmet, regaining his own bearings.

"You okay?"

You nod, and smile at him.

"That was awesome. We should do that again sometime!"

"Definitely," he nods and gets up and helps you up and then you hurry to get to the 'fresher to relieve your bladder and get dressed. You are faster than Paz with his many layers and pieces that come with his armour, so you're the first in the cockpit, checking light bulbs and other indicators.

"Descent normal. No enemy shooters in sight, " you announce, and Paz chuckles.

"They wouldn't stand a chance anyway." He sits down and nods at you, and you grin.

"Not against us they wouldn't."

Paz switches off the autopilot, taking control of the ship as the planet below becomes bigger and bigger.

"Now, let's see how we can best catch this bounty, shall we?"

"Oya!" you cheer, and right now and right here, everything is okay.

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Translations and pronunciations (if available) from www.mandoa.org, and The Total Guide to Mandalorian Language by Tal'jair Rusk:

Olar bal jii an jate. -- Here and now all (is) good.

Mes'ak'narit -- Space Invasion

made up from:

mese -- [MAY-say] -- space, void (between stars and planets)

ak'narit -- [ahk-nah-REET] -- invasion

beskar'gam -- [BES-kahr-GAM] -- armour

buy'ce -- [BOO-chay, BOO-shay] -- helmet

Laar'ika -- Little Song from laar -- [lahr] -- song and 'ika -- diminutive suffix

vod -- [vohd] -- brother, sister; comrade, "mate" (A/N: I'd also us pal and dude as translations here xD)

Haar'chak! -- [hahr-CHAHK] -- "Damn it!"

Osik! -- [OH-sik] -- dung (impolite) (A/N: Shit. They mean Shit. That's the word xD)

tsikala -- [zee-KAH-lah] -- prepared, ready payt -- [pait] -- left staabi -- [STAH-bee] -- right

Oya! -- [OY-yah] -- Many meanings: literally "Let’s hunt!" and also "Stay alive!", but also "Hoorah!", "Go you!" Always positive and triumphant.

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[proxima-writes]

title: at his side (in his bed)

pairing: mand’alor!din djarin x female reader x paz vizsla

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 2586

chapters: 1/1

summary:

They call you the whore of Mandalore.

Nothing more than the woman at side of the ruler of New Mandalore, Din Djarin, a pretty little prize that he likes to share with with his General Commander, Paz Vizsla.

Mandalorians have always been good at keeping their secrets.

AO3

author’s note: this is just filthy. if you enjoy, please consider leaving a comment as they really make my day 💕

content warnings/additional tags: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), explicit language, writer considers din his first name, alternate universe - Mand’alor din djarin, use of Mando’a, threesome (MFM), degradation kink, pet names (sweet AND derogatory), explicit breeding kink, spitroasting, unprotected p in v, oral sex (m&f receiving), come play, semi-public sex, dom/sub undertones, bratty reader, fingering, no plot just smut. let me know if any are missing!

Your mind has drifted as the political proceedings occurring around you continue to drone on with no end in sight. You’re not even sure why you’ve been brought here. It’s not like you’re being paid any attention.

As if conjured by your thoughts, a gloved hand grips your thigh beneath the heavy stone table. Fingers curl into the gauzy fabric of your gown. You have to bite your lip to prevent your face from giving any sort of indication that something salacious is occurring beneath the keen gazes of the gathered leaders.

“We will not agree to those terms. The mines are plentiful. We have no use for the imports offered by Dulvarra,” the deep modulated voice of the man beside you comments easily.

Din Djarin. Mand’alor. The ruler of New Mandalore.

You peek at him from the corner of your eye. He sits reclined in the high back stone chair, an elbow propped on the armrest. His visor remains trained on the Nemoidian representative while his hand creeps further up your thigh.

His fingers brush against your center, causing you to inhale sharply. This is one of the Mand’alor’s favorite games. He enjoys watching you squirm, trying to keep your thoughts straight and your whimpers caged as he works you beneath a table or in a crowded room. His helmet picks up your quiet sounds, amplifies them for his ears alone, and he revels in the opportunity to make you fall apart at the seams.

He lifts your leg, placing it across his knee, the cold bite of beskar against your skin forcing you to stifle a gasp. The gowns he has you wear are sheer, the bodice adorned with the crystals mined from the planet that was once thought uninhabitable in its destruction. They gleam around your neck and waist, pulling the layers of delicate fabric together to cover your body only just enough to not be obscene.

His hand explores beneath the fabric that covers your core, a gloved finger running through your slick folds. You swallow harshly, slumping against your seat, curling your fingers into the stone armrest. He circles your clit once, twice, before dipping lower and pressing to your soaked entrance. All the while, he appears stoic and unbothered, aided by his anonymity and power.

The Nemoidian’s eyes flick to you. It’s brief, and for a moment you think it goes unnoticed.

You should have known better.

Din’s hand leaves you to grasp the hilt of the Darksaber from his utility belt. A broad body shifts into a defensive stance near the door.

Paz Vizsla. Al’verde. General Commander of New Mandalore.

You wrap your hand around Din’s vambrace. His visor turns to regard you. You try to convey with your eyes what you are not permitted to with words.

The room is silent during the exchange, but bursts with noise when the Mand’alor turns his head to Paz and gives him a curt nod.

The whore of Mandalore, the voices murmur.

You have learned to ignore them. The speculation circulates around the mysterious leader of the once forgotten planet rather than it does you, a human he rescued from a slave trade ship. A pretty prize for the new ruler.

Nothing more.

Paz approaches the table, standing at rest behind your seat. He holds a hand out to you.

With a lingering glance at the Mand’alor, you take the General’s offered hand, leather warm against your skin. He holds an elbow to you for you to grasp as he leads you from the table, the weight of a dozen curious eyes on your back.

The man at your side is silent, muscles tense for a fight that will never come here in the empty halls of the new palace of Mandalore.

“How are you this evening, General?” You ask, fingers curling against the canvas of his flight suit.

“Well enough,” he grunts. He has always been a man of few words, your Paz.

“You know, I’m not sure I need an escort just to return to my quarters,” you comment.

Paz turns his head, the dark visor of his helmet free of expression as he says, “Do not play dumb. It is unbecoming.”

“I have no idea what you mean.”

“I am not in the mood,” Paz growls. You smirk.

“A shame,” you murmur, letting go of his elbow to walk ahead of him, adding an extra sway to your hips.

He catches up to you in a few steps, his arm circling your waist as he pulls you back against his broad body, his grip on you as solid as the beskar pressing against your exposed skin.

“Do not test me, veriduur,” he says. Whore. “Do you need to be reminded of your place?”

“My place,” you hiss, “is beneath the Mand’alor. Perhaps you should be reminded of yours, t’adyc.” Second. A reminder and a threat.

Paz turns you roughly and crouches, the press of his pauldron into your stomach the only warning you receive he lifts you in the air. You struggle against him, an exercise in futility, as he carries you down the hall, the echo of his steps and the smack of your palms on his armor the only noise to be heard.

The doors to your quarters open with a whoosh of air and Paz enters, taking immediate course for the large bed in the center of the room. The breath leaves your lungs as he tosses you onto the mattress, immediately tugging you by your ankle until your legs hang off the side of the bed, his wide hips keeping them pressed apart.

“Not so mouthy on your back,” he comments as he removes his utility belt and codpiece. “I suppose that’s why the Mand’alor likes you so much.”

“He seems to like my mouth just fine,” you reply with a raised brow. “I could show you, Al’verde.”

He works his flight plants over his hips. Though the helmet shields his face, you can imagine the fury twisting the man’s features. You’ve not seen him, not with your eyes, but you are intimately familiar with the feel of his lips between your legs, the drag of his stubbled chin across your skin.

His cock slaps against his thick middle when finally freed. “I would rather teach your cunt a lesson,” he growls, fisting his thick girth.

“Not one it hasn’t learned before, I’m afraid,” you reply, a deep sigh escaping your lips. Paz removes his gloves, scarred and calloused hands immediately ripping at the fabric of your dress to expose your body to him.

“Kriffing brat,” he snaps, slipping his fingers against your wetness, probing at your aching entrance. “Does my vod always let you get your way?”

Your back arches as his fingers slip into your tight heat and you fight to keep your sounds contained, wanting to drive Paz to fury with your insubordination. His fingers drag against your walls as he withdraws and lands a harsh smack against your clit that has you crying out.

“I asked you a question, atin dala.” Stubborn woman. The lilt of his voice is pleased now that he’s broken a sound from you.

“Of course he does,” you tell him, voice breathy. “His little prize. He’d do anything to keep me happy.”

He slides his cock through the obscene wetness coating you, his modulated groan like music to your ears. The fat tip of him pressing to your entrance, forcing your body to accommodate his size with a harsh thrust into your heat.

“Paz!” You shout, back arching from the bed as your fingers seek for desperate purchase against the smooth metal of the armor over his shoulders. He’s kind enough to hold still and let you adjust.

“That’s it, sweet little whore. You scream my name,” he growls as he withdraws slowly, thrusting back inside just as slow. “Who’s fucking your pretty little cunt?”

“Y-you, P-Paz,” you stutter. Your breasts bounce with the power of his hips, the fabric that once covered your nipples loosening and falling free in his ferocity.

“Does the Mand’alor fuck you like this? Hmm?” He asks. He uses a hand to grip the back of one thigh, pressing your legs so wide it almost hurts. “Tell me, does he fuck you better than me?”

To compare the two men would be unfair, the comparison of a sun versus a dark moon. Paz is harsh, hateful words laced with lust spilling from his lips when he’s buried to the hilt inside of you.

Din, despite his hard edges, is soft with you. Gentle touches and sweet words murmured against your skin.

Where Paz can break you apart, Din can put you back together. You crave both in equal measure.

“It is not a competition, vod,” a familiar deep voice says. You turn your head, the familiar figure of the Mand’alor emerging from the shadows. How long has he been there?

“Says you,” Paz grunts. “Words of a loser, isn’t that right?”

Din only chuckles.

You whimper when you hear the clink of armor being removed. Paz gives a particularly hard thrust that has you crying out and you hear the large man chuckle.

Din smooths a thumb across your lips. “Open for me, cyar’ika.” Sweetheart. The endearment makes your heart pound and brain go fuzzy as you obey. “So good for me. For us.”

“Speak for yourself, vod. She’s been nothing but a brat,” Paz says. “Guess she just needed something to keep that mouth occupied.”

The tip of Din’s cock slides against your tongue, the salty taste of him exploding across your taste buds. You moan as he slips deeper.

“Go dark,” Din commands roughly. Paz groans.

“No,” he replies, hips picking up speed, chasing his release.

“It was a command, Al’verde,” Din snaps.

Paz grumbles, his hips going still as you whine around Din’s cock. “You may blame your riduur for having to wait for your release.”

Riduur. Your husband.

It was known by very few that the whore at the Mand’alor’s side was actually his wife. Din keeps the knowledge close to his chest, knowing what an adversary may do with the information and never wanting harm to befall you on his behalf.

“Gone dark,” Paz confirms. He slides his cock nearly free from your body before slamming back inside with such force it shifts you up the bed.

“Di’kut.” Idiot. Din withdraws his cock from your mouth before removing his helmet. His eyes remain fixed on you as he stands from the bed to remove the remaining pieces of his armor.

“Make her cum,” Din says as he returns to your side, gripping a breast in one hand as he leans forward to wrap his lips around one tight nipple, flicking the sensitive nub with his tongue.

“That another command, Mand’alor?” Paz grunts. He maneuvers your body better to his liking, pressing your thighs together and draping your legs against his shoulder.

“Yes,” Din replies. His hand slides down your stomach to swirl his fingers around your clit. You shout, throwing your head back against the mattress in a drawn out moan of both men’s names.

“That’s it, cyare,” Din says. “Be good and let go. Paz won’t fill you up otherwise.”

That thread of control you still had snaps and your release washes through you, your muscles going taut as you clench around Paz. The man growls, a feral sound that makes you pulse and flutter around his length as his own warm release floods your body.

“Very good, mesh’la, get every drop from him,” Din murmurs. You whimper as he stretches to plant a kiss to your lips. His strong nose brushes yours tenderly when he pulls back.

Paz withdraws. You feel the warmth of his body leave yours, the slow trickle of his cum from your entrance making you blush. Din’s fingers slide through the mess, gathering it up and pushing it back in as you gasp.

“Return to your post, Al’verde. Our guests have left,” Din says to Paz, eyes never leaving yours. His fingers continue to work your over sensitive cunt as you whimper and writhe against him.

Paz rights himself in his armor before turning to leave. You hear the telltale clang of metal hitting a wall, followed by a litany of curses from the large man. Helm still dark, he’s collided with a wall.

“Kriffing wall,” he says, giving the offending architecture a curse before locating the door and exiting.

Din moves himself between your legs, the warmth of his hands trailing up your thighs leaving goosebumps across your skin. He grins down at you, boyish in the vulnerability he displays for you.

“You never did answer Paz,” he says casually, even as he settles on his stomach and trails his lips across your inner thigh. “Does he fuck you better than me?”

“No, my love,” you whine as his tongue swirls around your clit. He chuckles darkly.

“That’s what I thought.”

He eats your pussy like a starving man, more enthusiasm than finesse in his eagerness to please you. Because while he may be Mand’alor by battle and blood, you are the one he bows to in this life and the next.

Your hips move against his mouth, your fingers tangling in his thick dark hair. He works his tongue against you until you’re a whining mess, begging for his cock as he just shushes you for your impatience.

Finally, he sits up. His chin is glossy with your juices and his eyes are glassy with lust as he grips your hips and turns you on your belly, yanking your ass in the air.

He doesn’t waste time sliding inside of you, the length of him stretching you in a different way than Paz’s own thick cock did not. You gasp, fingers tightening in the sheets as he pounds against your backside.

“My riduur,” he says reverently. “Ner kar’ta.”

My heart.

“Din,” you moan. “Gedet’ye.” Please.

He groans, fingers curling into your hips in a manner sure to leave the shadows of bruises by morning. His thrusts grow more powerful, hitting a spot inside you that has another orgasm building so quickly your head goes fuzzy with the rush.

“I’m going to fill you to the brim,” he grunts. “Leave no room for failure in making you round with our child. Our future.”

Your cry is muffled against the sheets as you pulse around him with your release, so powerful that you collapse to the bed, only his broad hands on your hips keeping up for his use.

He presses deep inside you, coming with a shout of your name in the dark of the room. His cock pulses inside you, another wave of warm release filling you as you whimper his name.

Din removes himself briefly in order to help you lay on your side before settling in behind you, slipping his softening cock back inside your pussy.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” Din says as he presses his lips to your shoulder.

“I love you,” you repeat to him.

You’re both quiet for a moment. You trace patterns against the tan skin of the arm that he has around your middle.

“Din?” You ask.

“Yes, cyare?”

“What if the baby is Paz’s?” You ask. It’s a valid concern. Din likes sharing and you like to be shared.

“My only concern is how insufferable my vod will be,” he says.

You giggle, the tension easing from your shoulders.

“Rest now, riduur. There is more to be done tomorrow.”

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permission

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader x Paz Vizsla

Word Count: 3.3k

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You belong to Paz ... but there's something about Din Djarin. He's on your mind constantly.

Warnings: threesome (m/f/m) | I’m taking great liberty with the Death Watch’s rules (Din takes his helmet off in front of Paz) | Din and Paz have a difficult relationship | mentions of alcohol | semi-public sex | voyeurism kink | oral (f receiving) | use of a blindfold | use of restraints | mentions of breasts (no size though) | overstimulation | multiple orgasms | unprotected p in v sex | masturbation (m) | a bit of spanking | a bit of anal (f receiving) | creampie

Notes: I had the idea for this fic somewhere toward the end of Mandalorian S3 and then it took me a while to find the time to write it but here it is 🤭 shoutout, as always, to Dani @alexturner for reading this in advance even though she definitely isn't a Paz girlie.

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The air in the private booth is stuffy, filled with laughter, with cries and music, with the sounds of metal jugs hitting wooden surfaces, spilling their contents over tables and hands. The only thing separating you from the commotion beyond is a thin curtain, only there to give the occupants of the room a semblance of privacy.

It’s just you and Paz tonight – he sits perched on a wooden stool that groans under his massive body every time he shifts. You sit on his lap, cool beskar steel pressing into your thighs through your thin pants. And then there’s Din Djarin, whom you have known for as long as you’ve known Paz, maybe even longer. Memories begin to blur when you hop from planet to planet, from system to system.

With one hand, Din lifts his helmet so his chin and bottom lip are exposed, and takes a sip from his drink. Paz mirrors him, shifting his weight and you with it. You lean closer to him for some purchase against his hard chest, looking at a spot just behind Din’s head, at a brown stain on a gray wall, at a lamp barely bright enough to illuminate a little corner, at a small bug scurrying down from the ceiling. You look anywhere but at Din’s visor, anywhere but at the macrobinocular viewplate that hides his piercing eyes, those eyes he can’t keep off you, that have been on you ever since you all sat down. As long as you find other things to focus on, his gaze doesn’t hold any power over you.

“Are you’re sure they’re on this planet?” you attempt to make conversation, to distract Din and yourself.

Both men grunt, but that’s the only response they grant you.

You shift on Paz’s lap, you squirm, and he slings an arm around your waist, gloved hand coming to rest on your stomach. His other hand holds onto his jug while his eyes pin down the man opposite him.

“If I was running from the law, I’d try to hide somewhere warm, preferably with a beach,” you try to strike up a conversation for a second time.

“They’re not running from the law,” Paz answers, his thumb brushing against your stomach.

“No, I know,” you say. “I was just saying, there are nicer places to hi-”

The rest of the sentence is lost somewhere in the stuffy air as Paz’s hand glides lower, two fingers coming to rest at the apex of your thighs, pressing down. You can’t be sure, but you think Din’s gaze follows Paz’s motions … at least he lowers his helmet slightly. He could also be staring at your chest, you realize, your face hot with embarrassment.

“Where would you hide then?” Din asks, a metallic undertone in his voice, distorted by the modulator in his helmet.

“Niamos, maybe,” you answer. “I’ve heard Spira is nice –”

An insistent pull low in your abdomen makes you leave the sentence hovering unfinished in the air above the table. Two of Paz’s fingers are massaging you through your pants, the pressure enough to light up your core, not really enough for anything else. You grip the edge of the table, pretend you’re trying to get more comfortable on Paz’s lap, while Din raises his head, his gaze settling on the man behind you. There is a wordless exchange – you can see it in the way Din shifts his shoulders, hear it in the harsh exhale of breath coming through Paz’s modulator.

Suddenly, Paz slings his arm around your chest and grips your shoulder with his free hand. “Do you really think you’d be able to outrun us?”

Your vision blurs as you see yourself cowering in a dark air vent, as you imagine yourself crouching behind the trunk of a sturdy tree, laying low in a run-down motel, scraping together some credits to bribe an official to let you off a planet without papers. All the while, you’re looking over your shoulder, you scan every crowd for a flash of beskar, blue or brown, for the glint of a visor reflecting sunlight. You see them kick down the door to your room, tie you up, drag you back to their ship … No, you wouldn’t be able to outrun them.

You shake your head.

“No, you’re right,” Paz agrees, and you can smell the alcohol on his breath, even with the helmet covering his face.

He slips his hand past the waistband of your pants then, the coarse leather of his glove rough against the soft skin of your thighs and belly. He reaches down to where wet heat has begun to moisten your underwear, and holds you, his palm resting against your clit. Din’s chest is rising and falling so fast you notice it in spite of the strong armor covering him. You force yourself to stare directly at his visor, to imagine his hidden eyes on you, his mouth hanging open. Your own mouth is dry, you can feel your heartbeat in your throat.

“I think you’d like that,” Paz goes on. “I think you’d like being at our mercy like that.”

You nod, because he’s right. You nod, because the thought has crossed your mind once or twice, when you watched them bring someone in, when you watched them handle their bounty as if they weighed nothing, their captive’s pleas falling on deaf ears. You nod, because Din’s hand closes harder around his jug, the leather of his glove groaning.

Paz notices too, and you can hear the gloating in his voice when he speaks next. “Would you like to touch her?”

You belong to Paz, but Din – it’s complicated. It’s an open secret there’s tension between the two men, between these two brothers by creed, because Paz got to you first. It’s a well-guarded secret, hidden in a deep, dark corner of your heart, that you sometimes wish Din had been first, that you sometimes lie awake, imagining his hands on you instead of Paz’s. And it’s a fact that Paz likes to tease both of you because of that.

Paz’s question is followed by a shift of his palm, by increased pressure against your clit. You bite your lip to contain a whimper.

“Paz …,” Din says, and it sounds like a warning. Or a plea.

“You know what to say,” Paz responds, and a shiver runs down your spine at the commanding tone in his voice.

Your eyes are glued to Din’s visor, a silent plea written all over your face. Say yes, say yes, say yes. But Din only has eyes for his brother, his rival, purposefully avoiding your gaze. And then he speaks.

“May I touch her, please?”

The strain in his voice does make you whimper this time. Paz hears it, and so does Din. A big hand is grabbing one of your breasts now, squeezing it, rolling your nipple. You find purchase between the table and Paz’s thigh, but you can already feel the sizzling edges of an orgasm making its way toward you with greedy hands. Din watches, shifts in his seat, adjusts himself in his pants. And somewhere, far away, a man shouts, a glass bursts.

“Go on, then,” Paz says, letting go of your breast to spread your thighs with a sure motion.

Here? is your first thought. The second, much louder one, is Fuck …! as Din stands up, shaking hands balled into fists at his side, a visible bulge in his dark pants.

Paz pushes you off his lap, pulls down your pants and underwear in one quick motion, then pulls you back toward his chest. He spreads you open with both hands, an offering for Din to do with as he pleases. Or maybe not quite. Because when Din gets to work on pulling his cock out of his pants, Paz snaps, “No. Get on your knees.”

Din stops, uncoils his fingers, then balls them into fists again, a quick succession of small movements. His shoulders tense as he looks at you, spread open for him, as he wonders if the price might be too high after all. You know him well enough to know he’s weighing getting to touch you against following Paz’s rules. He can’t have one without the other. You want to whisper his name, you want to call out for him, but one wrong move, one wrong word, and Paz is going to take this away from the both of you.

Din stills his hands eventually, presses the open palms against his thighs, and makes up his mind. You feel the ground shake as he falls to his knees in front of you, then raises his helmet to seek out your eyes. The visor is too dark for you to be able to tell what lies beyond it, and you wish you’d be allowed to see his face, his eyes, just once, but before you can even ask for something as ridiculous as that, your vision turns dark.

“Take off your helmet,” Paz commands as he ties a piece of dark fabric tightly over your eyes. You squirm as your heart begins to race, but Paz presses you tightly against his body. “Stay still,” he whispers into your ear. “We’re going to take care of you.”

You feel a pounding between your legs at the hissing sound you hear next. Your breathing is too hard, too shallow, but with your eyesight gone, you have to rely on your other senses. The shouts from behind the curtain are louder than before – you can make out individual voices, certain words and phrases – and you are keenly aware of the fact that any second now someone could burst into the room to see you spread open like this with a man kneeling between your legs while another one holds you down.

That doesn’t stop your chest from vibrating with a deep moan when Din tentatively licks across the wet heat between your thighs. The first stroke of his tongue is a relief, the second kindles something within you, the third one and all the others following are torture. Paz starts to massage your breast again and your head falls back against his chest, relying on him and Din to make sure you won’t slide to the floor. Din’s licks become faster, more eager, as he buries his face between your legs, drinking you down like he’s starving and the taste of you is the only thing that can save him. His hands find their way to your thighs and he digs his fingers into your soft skin, spreading you even further, licking deeper and deeper.

“Don’t touch her,” Paz growls.

Din squeezes your thighs, but lets go quickly. You miss his touch, but know better than to say something. Instead, you twine your legs around his shoulders, caging him in with your thighs. He moans against your clit, and you shiver, pressing yourself harder against his chin and tongue and nose. Then his hands are on the back of your thighs, massaging your ass, pressing you even closer as he starts to feast on you, barely coming up for air.

“I said don’t fucking touch her.” Paz pulls you off Din’s shoulders, away from him, and stands while dropping you onto his stool.

It’s pathetic, really, the way you whimper, “Please,” but neither man hears you. You just hear sounds, a whirr, the sound of Din’s angry grunts of protest, armor clanging against armor. And then Paz says, “That’ll teach you”.

He picks you up again and places you back on his lap, and then Din’s face is pushed against you. He grunts his surprise and you hiss at the sudden return of his tongue. You hear the sound of leather tightening, and then Din’s head moves as if he has been shoved. A second later, both of Paz’ hands are on your body again, while Din’s remain absent.

Your entire body hums with the sensation of Din licking into you, each stroke hungrier than the last, while Paz holds you against him, watches over you, makes sure you’re okay. Sometimes, there are orders, “Not too fast. More pressure. Take your time with her,” other times there are questions, “Do you like how wet she is for you? Do you see how her legs are shaking?” and sometimes there are encouragements, “Yes, that’s it. You’re doing so well. Beautiful.” You’re not quite sure who the recipient of those is.

You come once with a surprised shout, spilling down Din’s chin, and hear all the sounds become wetter. Din doesn’t stop though, and Paz doesn’t tell him to either, and when you try to squirm away, raw and overstimulated, Paz makes sure you stay in place. You come a second time, moaning and panting so loudly Paz clamps a hand over your mouth until all you can taste is leather. Even after you’ve stopped shaking, even when you can’t do anything but hang limply between their bodies, your chest rising and falling rapidly, your heart beating so fast it feels like it’s about to burst out of your chest, blood rushing in your ears and pounding through your body, Paz still doesn’t let go, only says, “Another one.” Your feeble protest is lost between his thick fingers covered in hard leather.

You’re not sure you can come a third time, even though you can feel yourself flutter against Din’s tongue from time to time, even though there is an insistent throbbing there every time he sucks your clit into his mouth. Too weak to push him off, even if Paz would let you, all you can do is lie there and take it until they’re both satisfied. Paz squeezes your nipple again, but finally releases your jaw, and you breathe in deeply, gulp down air. The sweat running down from your brow mingles with a few stray tears pushing past the blindfold.

“Come on, girl, you can take it,” Paz whispers somewhere above you, and you nod, licking your dry lips.

The next thing you feel is Paz’s naked finger against your lips, tasting of Revnog. You lick it eagerly, tasting the sharp sting of the drink and the rich flavor of leather. As a reward, he grants you two fingers next, both coated in Revnog. As you suck them into your mouth, Din shifts between your legs, changing the angle slightly, and you’re pulled forward by a third orgasm, one that’s been building for a while now, one that catches you by surprise and refuses to let you go once it has you in its grasp. Your moans are choked by Paz’s fingers in your mouth; when you get too loud, he presses down against your tongue, making you choke. When you’re too quiet, he lessens his hold so he can hear you better.

Once you’re spent, ears ringing so loudly the sounds beyond the curtain seem muffled, far away, like you’re listening to them through a thick wall of water, Paz lifts you off his lap and places you on the stool where you slump, unable to keep yourself upright. A noise much closer to you, one that penetrates your exhausted mind, is the sound of Din trying to catch his breath, his shallow pants, his groans as he shifts on the floor in front of you. And finally, you can make out the hum of a vibroblade as Paz cuts him loose.

When Paz takes off your blindfold, he does it gently, careful not to touch you more than necessary. He strokes your cheek, his fingers cool and coarse against your heated skin. You blink a few times, waiting for your vision to become less blurry, and then look up at him hovering above you, taller than usual, his shoulders tense, his stance wide. You know what comes next.

Paz hands you his jug, lets you take a swig from it, then pulls you off that stool and pushes you against the table. You grunt as your chest hits the wood, try to push yourself up, but Paz pushes you back down, one hand sprawled across your back, kicking your legs apart with his foot.

“Hold her down,” he grunts.

When you look up, you see Din stand in front of you, his face already hidden behind his helmet again. The pang of disappointment you feel at that sight is quickly replaced by seething lust as he grabs both your wrists with one hand and holds them down against the wood. Between this and Paz’s hold on your hips, there is no chance of escape for you.

Behind you, the rustle of clothes cuts through the suddenly still atmosphere, laden with expectation. Then you feel Paz’s cock against your backside as he drags himself over your exposed skin before pushing into you with one quick stroke. You scream, nails digging into the wood – he’s so big, so heavy … you’re not sure you can take it. Paz gives you a moment to breathe, strokes down your back to calm you, even whispers, “Shhh,” (a hissing sound through the modulator). But then he pulls out and slams back into you so hard you see stars.

“Please,” you whimper, but he only tightens his hold on your hips.

You try to move but you can’t. Din, who feels you struggle against his hold, circles one of your wrists with his thumb in a soothing motion and you swallow hard as you try to relax. Paz’s palm lands against your bare ass with a slap and you’re being pushed forward, up the table. The sound you make is closer to pleasure than pain now.

“Do it, pretty boy,” Paz grunts between thrusts, and you glance back up at Din, watch as he pulls himself out of his pants, hope you don’t imagine the slight tremor in his hand. Your mouth turns painfully dry at the sight of his cock, completely hard, a dark red on the verge of becoming purple, its tip glistening invitingly. He begins to stroke himself fast, eyes fixed on you as he groans with relief, and you feel his hold on you become less hard.

Escape is now the last thing on your mind. You lick your lips eagerly as you imagine what it would feel like to have Din’s cock press against your tongue, spilling down your throat. And you hope Din has similar thoughts as he stares at you, chest heaving. Paz slaps you again. Then he closes his fingers around the back of your neck, pushing your head down. You push back against him in defiance, but he only slaps you a third time.

“You’re mine,” he growls.

Your fingers scrape against a bit of exposed skin on Din’s wrist.

“Come on, say it,” Paz orders, between three particularly vicious thrusts.

For a brief moment, you consider defying him, but there is something about the whimper you think you hear from Din’s direction that tells you he likes seeing you be used like this.

“I’m yours,” you give in.

“Good girl,” Paz praises. Then you feel a pressure between your cheeks, followed by a burning sensation as he pushes a finger past your muscles, taut with pleasure.

You don’t come, at least you don’t think you do, but you can feel yourself clench around Paz so hard his movements become erratic. Before you feel his hot release spilling into you, you hear Din hiss, “Fuck!” and feel him coat your bare arms, your cheeks, and the table beneath you in thick, white ropes.

While Paz fucks his seed into you with a few final, deep thrusts, you lick Din’s cum from the corner of your mouth, savoring its heady taste. And Din strokes your cheek, softly, like he’s savoring nothing more than this moment.

***

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I totally see Din Djarin having a beer in the cockpit.

His over everyone shit.

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➼ Paz Vizla ‣Bold by flightlessangelwings Paz Vizsla x F!Reader

➼ Cad Bane ‣Expensive Tastes by eloquentmoon Cad Bane x Rich!F!Reader

➼ Crosshair ‣Insufferable by thrawns-babygirl Crosshair x F!Reader [Part One] [Part Two] ‣Show Me by thrawns-babygirl Crosshair x F!Reader ‣Keeping it Casual by clonecyare Crosshair x F!Reader

dividers by saradika-graphics

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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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[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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[gabrielislovegabrielislife]

*sees there's no Single Dad! Paz x readers*

*sighs*

*opens google docs*

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[misomewriting]

gifs and @themandaloriandaily

Blue

Rated E Contains p in v, oral (m receiving), praise kink, language, choking, creampies, multiple orgasms implied, no use of y/n Word Count: 826 Summary: Fortunately for him, you are a respectful Jedi and don’t use the Force to satisfy each others’ cravings

Side story to: Sacrifice

“You shouldn’t be so hard on him.” You say to Paz. Your back was turned as he walks to you, the same stride Ragnar uses. “He’s a child, give him some freedom.”

“Who are you to decide?” He scoffs.

Still with your back turned, you reply, “I care for him too, you know. Don’t think you and the other Mandalorians are the only ones.”

Paz eyed your lightsaber as you spoke. “What color is it?” He asks, ignoring your comment.

“Blue.��� You say. You take it out of its sheathe and turn it on. It hummed as you waved it back and forth. “Like your armor.”

Paz tilts his head. “Oh?”

“Yes, and I just so happen to like that color.”

The sexual tension between you two finally broke.

Paz leans down in front of you. From his low and husky tone, you are damn sure he knows what both of you want. “What are you going to do about it, Jedi?”

You turn and look and give him a soft, yet seductive smile. “I don’t have to use the Force to tell you that I want you. And,” you add, gently brushing your lightsaber along his armor, “that you want me too.”

“Turn that damn thing off and let’s go to your ship.” He growls. Obliging to his command, both of you go to your ship and walk behind one of the wings. Once there, he roughly pushes you against it. You land gently by using the Force to cushion yourself. Paz pins you down with one hand, and with the other, runs it slowly down your jaw. He slowly parted your lips, partially lifts his helmet, and gives you a kiss. It was passionate, yet desperate, it had been ages since he kissed someone. His other hand gripped your wrists tighter, making you wince.

“Careful, Blue,” you say quietly, breaking the kiss, “be gentle.”

“Sorry,” Paz apologizes, kissing your neck, “it has been a while.” He lightly grazed his lower teeth on your sensitive skin.

You sigh in content and close your eyes.

He lets you go, puts his helmet back on, and presses his body against you. You catch your breath as you run your fingers down parts of his arm not covered by his armor. You stop in front of his bulge and gently squeeze.

“Jedi…” he moans. “More.”

Smirking, you unzip his bottoms and expose his undergarments, giving you full access to the lower half of his body. You pull them down, kneel on the ground, and take him into your mouth. He did his best to quiet his pleasured moans while holding your hair.

“Maker…that feels so fucking good.” He gave you more cock and smiled behind his helmet. “You look so beautiful with my dick in your mouth.” You hummed in reply, making him thrust faster. “Damn it! Jedi!” Without warning, he came in your mouth. He had his head up, looking at the sky as he finished. After swallowing his seed, you stand up and remove your dark robe, exposing your traditional Jedi outfit. It was bulky but small enough to show off some curves. You motion for him to follow you to the entrance of your ship. He happily does and once the hatch was open, he had you sitting on the entrance facing him.

“You know what would look better?” He asks, separating your thighs with a knee. You shook your head. “Taking these...” he mentions, taking off your outfit piece by piece, “off you so I can revel while I fuck you until you beg for me to stop.” Soon, you are fully naked in front of him. You shiver as his gloved fingers stroke your skin. “You look so soft.” He utters faintly.

“And wet.” You add, bringing him closer. You take his member in your hands and ease him into your welcoming pussy. “All for you, Mandalorian.” You breathe out. Paz held your thighs in place and thrusted.

“All...for...me.” He grunts, increasing his pace and pressure with each word.

The two of you stayed at your ship. Paz takes deep breaths as you ride him. He felt glued to the sand as both of you, in sync, thrusted in and out of each other. You were riding him, and moaning in pleasure as he squeezed your breasts. While supporting yourself with your left hand on his armored chest, with your right you fondle his balls.

In turn, Paz moans loudly and sits up. Pinning you on your robe, he grabs your throat and presses, making you open your mouth. He drained his cum in you. He wanted every last drop of it to be inside just you. “Only for you.” He moaned, “I'm only for you.” Paz briefly pauses. “All of this, all of you,” he gestures, rubbing his dick over your lips. He moved it down from your chin to your pussy. “Is only for me.”

“This is the Way,” you smile.

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[mapplestrudel]

Chapter 10: Like a Wampa on Hoth

A/N: Hello, yes, I managed to write another chapter on my little Paz x Reader fic ^_^ This happens directly after Chapter 9.

Summary: You go to meet the Armorer and things are being revealed. There's also a lot of nods going on. (not knots, nods.)

Pairing: Paz Vizsla/Earthling!Reader

Wordcount: ~2.6K

(AO3 link in comments.)

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The Armorer has to wait a few more minutes because, as always when you're nervous and unsure of what's coming, you've got to pee. What if she's gonna keep you in there for several hours without a bathroom break? You don't know what's gonna happen, and leaving you in the dark about it was quite the dick move of that blue di'kut. A di'kut move, then.

Eventually you find yourself at the entrance to the Forge and take a big breath, trying to swallow your nervousness.

You peek around the corner to gauge how bad the situation is.

There's the Armorer, Paz, and Yenta.

That's... not too bad, you think - and flinch, as the Alor's commanding voice echoes through the warm chamber.

"Come."

Of course she spotted you right away. In fact, you'd bet a proteinbar that these three mandos have their proximity alarm set because the three buy'ce'se turn to face you in golden, blue and teal uniso. You straighten yourself and walk towards them, and the increasing heat from the Forge warms your face.

Or your nervousness does.

Maybe both.

Probably both.

...

Definitely both.

You're probably also beet red, you reckon, even though you still can't think of something you did wrong! You know the house rules and follow them, as Paz can confirm. You haven't had any dealings with the Armorer since her hammer stopped so close to your face on the first day of your sudden exile. And Yenta has somehow liked and trusted you from the beginning. You've had some nice talks with her and lately she had even started to teach you some Mandalorian First Aid.

So, actually, there isn't anything to be nervous about. Right?

You come to a stand before the tribunal, feeling very small, but you gather your courage and bow (just in case. You're still not quite sure about Mandalorian etiquette, except the helmet thing maybe.)

"You wanted to talk to me?"

"Indeed," the Armorer nods. "I've taken counsel with Paz and Yenta. They are convinced that you are of no danger to the covert. Yet a small group around Dric does not agree with this and would throw you out rather sooner than later."

You grind your teeth when Dric is mentioned. This shebs-palon always seems to be around to make your life harder.

"What do you say?" the Armorer asks.

"Dric and his "friends" are wrong. I would never endanger the covert!" There's conviction in your voice, but you still feel like crumbling under the Alor's stare that follows. You try to keep eye contact, or at least visor contact, but your knees start shaking again, the longer the moment lingers.

"Wayii, ad'ika!" Yenta's cane hits the stone floor.  "Stop with the theatrics and let her off the hook already! She's fine."

The Armorer's countenance falters for just a second and she turns her head to throw A Look at her mother. The old woman just shrugs.

"What? You've seen her. Everybody has seen her. Paz especially has seen her. She helps where she can. If people let her. She's a quick learner, adapting to situations she's thrown into. The ad'ike love her. And honestly, she's basically a foundling herself!"

"We still have to be careful, Buir."

"Excluding people who make effort to learn our ways and language does not help with our dwindling numbers."

"A spy gaining trust amongst the covert before wiping it out does also not help with our dwindling numbers."

The two women begin a visor staring contest. You throw a nervous look at Paz, rising a questioning eyebrow. He shrugs (i.e. he's been watching you and saw your silent try for communication!), sighs -- and steps forward.

"Alor." His warm voice rings through the Forge.

Both women look at him and he hands the Armorer a bundle.

Your eyes grow wide and a silent "What?!" tumbles from your lips.

You recognize it.

It's your fanny pack.

"I am sure the contents are harmless," Paz declares. "There's one thing, though, that needs further explanation."

"Let's see them all." The Armorer beckons you closer and gestures for Paz to hand her an item.

Meanwhile your face goes on a journey as you frantically try to remember what incriminating contraband you carried in your fanny pack the day you got here. It's like when you walk, or drive around, and a police car appears, you immediately feel guilty of something, even when there's no reason to.

The first thing Paz now pulls out is your ID card. He hands it to the Armorer, who inspects it and then looks at you with a head tilt. "An ID, I gather."

You nod. "Yeah. That's my name, birthdate and place, current address, the whole shebang. "

She nods and puts it on a nearby table.

Next is the little yellow figurine. You can't help a smile. "Oh! Ha! Hihi! Um yeah that's Spongebob. Spongebob Squarepants. He's a sponge. He lives in a pineapple under the sea. Absorbant and yellow and porous is he... Yeah there's a lot of nautical nonsense going on with that show. See his best friend, Patrick, he's a starfish. He's a little dumb, Patrick, except for that one episode where he loses the tip of his head and it's replaced by a coral and then he's suddenly super smart and snobby, and he's bored by Spongebob and Spongebob is sad, and Patrick eventually, too, so he throws himself off that cliff again, and he finds his real head tip and finally goes back to his silly true self and they go frolicking over the jellyfish fields again...."

Three visors stare at you. But you've just gained enough momentum and continue, unphased, right in your element.

"His other best friend, Sandy? She's a squirrel from Texas, so kinda a cowboy squirrel reall, and she could kick your ass with her serious karate chops. She's wearing one of these diver's suits because she'd drown otherwise because she's a mammal and we're talking about an underwater setting at the bottom the Sea. Oh, and Spongebob also has a pet snail, Gary, and Gary is, like, super smart, but he only communicates with "meows". Spongebob understands him anyway! Yeah, and he makes the best burgers in town! Spongebob that is, not Gary. Oh and he's got this neighbour and coworker, Squidward, and he's a squid and he plays the clarinet but, like, really, really badly. But then he also can't really practice because of Spongebob's and Patrick's shenanigans. Oh oh oh and their boss, Mr. Crabs, right? He's a crab and his daughter, Pearl? She's a whale. I think she's adopted. A foundling, if you will. It's really good! I love Spongebob, like, unironically. It's a nice kids' show, but there's also so much hidden that makes adults giggle. But also, like, social commentary, sometimes. Mr. Crabs, right, he loves money so much and he'll do anything for it, and he's basically exploiting Spongebob and Squidward and..."

"Please stop." The Armorer sighs.

Yenta chuckles.

You deflate.

"I just really love Spongbob, okay? He's my lucky charm."

The Armorer puts the figurine on the table without further comment, and reaches for the next thing that gets pulled out of the bag.

"A pack of gum," you explain somewhat dismissively. "I don't actually like that kind, but I needed something to chew on and that was the only pack the kiosk had left. So, yeah, better than nothing."

It's also set on the table with an acknowledging nod.

Next is the tangled yarn.

"That's just something to keep my hands busy while waiting or watching Spongebob or whatever. It's gonna be a bracelet at some point. Just a safety pin, yarn and a lot of knots."

"Interesting colour choice."

You blush and try to hide it in a noncommital shrug. "They're nice colours."

Next thing Paz gets out of your fanny pack is your inhaler.

"That's medication I need sometimes when my lungs get funky. You press on the top and it releases the stuff down there out of that little hole, and you gotta breathe that in and hold your breath for a few seconds."

"Does this happen very often?"

"Luckily it hasn't in the last few years."

She nods and Paz hands her the next thing.

"That's my Spongebob bandages. For little cuts and booboos."

Yenta chuckles, while the Armorer's decorum falters for just a moment and she closes her eyes and draws in a breath, and Paz hands her your Swiss Army Knife.

Now she's interested, tilts her head, appraising it. Flicks the blades and other tools. Then nods approvingly.

"That's a well cared for tool."

"It's the cause of all my little cuts and booboos."

A helmet tilt.

"Just kidding! I'm responsible with knives, I swear. ... Mostly. It needs to be sharpened, though. And maybe a nice oilbath would do it well, too? There's a lot of dirt in the slots, I guess."

"But it is clean. And the blades are sharp."

Two visors and a set of unhidden eyes turn to look at Paz. He stares back stoically, and grumbles.

"I was doing weapons maintenance anyway."

"You could've asked. I mean, thank you, this was long due, but.. you could've asked. It's my stuff." You pout at him.

"You didn't even know it was here."

"I fail to see how this makes things better."

You stare into the blue helmet's dark visor - it stares back, but neither of you budge until the Armorer interrupts.

"Paz. You mentioned a thing in need of further explanation. Has it been presented yet?"

Paz' body turns towards the Armorer, his helmet following at the last possible moment before he drops his stare from you. He hands both the device and the fanny pack over to her.

Your eyes grow wide, tears ready to spill out at the unexpected sight of the instrument of comfort, daydreaming and getting things done.

"My mp3 player!"

You take an eager step forward, filled with the need to cradle, hold and cherish it.

"Is it still working?"

"What is it?"

"It's uhm... it's a storage device, like your datasticks. But there's also some sort of software on it that makes it play music. Like I could store any data formats on it, documents, tables, pictures, whatever, but I can't to anything with them unless I plug the thing into a computer. But what it does without a computer is to play music files. And you control it with the buttons. See, this is the power button, you have to hold it for a few seconds to start it up. There's a horrible menu navigation going on, but I got used to it. With these you can decrease and increase the volume, but also skip between songs if you press the buttons longer. Like, somebody really did not think this through, okay? Can you imagine how many times I skipped a song on accident? But it holds all my favourite music and I'm. gonna. cry. if this works. I'm also gonna cry if it doesn't work, actually, but not because of happiness. Can I try to power it up? Please?"

You use your puppy eyes, but they're as effective as you'd hoped

The Armorer tilts her buy'ce in a way that you can basically feel her raised eyebrows.

Yenta speaks up again.

"I say yes. These were weird enough details for this device. You can't make that shit up."

"These are the headphones, by the way," you pipe up again, holding the headphones dangling like spaghetti. "Like, the thing doesn't have any speakers. So you need these to listen, actually. I tried to braid a bit around them, so the cable inside the insulation won't break as easily."

The Armorer considers everything while your legs start to jitter again from the tension as you're ready to jump and get your mp3 player.

She looks over to Paz, who nods in agreement. And finally she nods at you. A few long steps and you hold it in your hands, and you've got a big smile on your face as you trace the rubbery black surface and the familiar buttons. Anticipation rises as you hold down the power button........

But nothing happens, and your smile falters and shrinks into a disappointed pout.

"Guess the battery's empty," you half-whisper half to yourself and let out a heavy sigh. "Well.. there's that. Can I have my stuff back now, please?"

The excited glow is gone from your face and it hits Paz like a freight train. Because, actually, he has to admit, he does like it, that glow, along with the smile that often accompanies it. Your excitement is contagious, and when you ranted about this Spongebob thing, he was ready to dive right into this chaotic mess you described, and watch it with you.

His hand twitches, but he keeps it from reaching out, keeps his stoic image up.

The Armorer meanwhile nods, and hands you your stuff.

Yenta admires the mending stitchwork on your fanny pack.

"You've got a knack for these craftsy things, don't you." You shrug. "I'm trying. I don't think I'm very good at it, there's still so much to learn and refine. But I'm proud of every piece and stitch. Now I just need to find a way to fix the ripped belt."

"We have spare belts. You could just use one of these."

"Oh! That would be awesome! I could use the opportunity to reinforce the back and the bottom of it, too. But I don't wanna use up your resources! Maybe I'll phase back to my world in a week and then you've got a spare belt less."

"Nah, it's fine, ad'ika. You're part of the covert now."

"What do you mean?" You look at the old medic like an bunch of ostrich feathers suddenly appeared at the top of her buy'ce.

"What Yenta means," the Armorer interjects, "is that you've proven yourself to be trustworthy, and will no longer be considered an outsider spy. You've been straightforward with everything, at this very instance and from what Paz told me. I apologize for the intrusion into your privacy. I thought it necessary to be sure. It will not happen again. We will hold a to'joruun tomorrow, to let the others know - and hear some stories..."

Yenta whispers: "You can tell your own story if you like. I know you know some!"

The Armorer continues unphased. "You will receive proper training, including self-defense and blaster shooting," - she nods at Paz who nods back - "and continue learning the medic's craft under Yenta's tutelage." - Yenta nods affirmingly. "You will learn the Way with all it entails. Whether you walk it or not, is your choice."

She ends with a graceful nod. "Olarom, vod."

You're speechless for a moment, blinking stupidly as you process all of... this.

"Whoa..! uh... Thank you. Vor entye! That's a great honour! I won't disappoint you!... Or, well, I'll try my best, anyway..."

The Armorer steps closer and puts a hand on your shoulder. "I trust you." You can hear the unsaid "Do not misuse that." and gulp. "Elek, alor."

She nods, gives your shoulder another pat, and - that's it.

As she returns to her Forge, finalizing this meeting with more nods toward Yenta and Paz, you stand there like a wampa on Hoth - overwhelmed and sweating. You feel kinda the same, but also not. This is still not home, but... there's now a chance it might be? You feel the ground taken from under your feet - but also new ground built. You feel like Schroedinger's cat, both dead and alive.

The prospect of maybe staying here, never going home again, makes you nauseous.

But also hungry for more.

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Translations: Translations and pronunciations (if available) from www.mandoa.org, and The Total Guide to Mandalorian Language by Tal'jair Rusk:

di'kut -- [DEE-koot] -- idiot, useless individual, waste of space (lit. someone who forgets to put their pants on)

alor -- [ah-LOHR] -- leader, chief, "officer", constable, boss; Chancellor.

buy'ce'se -- helmets from: buy'ce -- [BOO-chay, BOO-shay] -- helmet 'se -- plural suffix after vowel ('e being the plural suffix after consonants)

shebs'palon -- asshole from: shebs -- [shebs] -- backside, rear, buttocks (also rear of building etc) palon -- [pah-LOHN] -- hole, opening; aisle, passageway

to'joruun -- a gathering of the whole covert where people just meet and talk and connect and maybe play some games and tell stories. I totally made that up from: to -- [toh] -- join, connecion, link joruun -- [joh-ROON] -- gathering, meeting (business)

Olarom, vod. -- Welcome, comrade. from: Olarom -- [oh-lah-ROHM] -- "Welcome!" (greeting) vod -- [vohd] -- brother, sister; comrade, "mate"

elek -- [EL-eck] -- yes (shortened to ’lek as ’yeah’); "Affirmative" (military)

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[thecoffeelorian]

4/12/2024

Hello again, everyone...

Firstly, I just wanted to say that I think I'm more or less answering my own question from last week, specifically in that I'm hoping to capture all of the moments that canon either didn't think of or else could have included but chose not to, finding other artists and writers who feel as strongly as I do, and then passing all of that missing knowledge onto the ones that want it the most.

For example...I wanted to make sure that Omega and Crosshair weren't secretly (still) chipped, but that moment never came even though Captain Rex himself suggested that everyone not confirmed to be without one was a ticking time bomb.

I wanted to see Omega and Crosshair discuss the loss of Tech onscreen, but even though these two both had a clear relationship with him, that moment never came.

And lastly I want to see CX-2's face to know who he is under that mask...but, tragically, though I'm not the only one who has suspicions, that moment might not come.

This and a growing list of unaddressed content is pretty much the difficulty I've had from the very start of this thing, so...maybe that's my real purpose here. Maybe, alongside a lot of other talented artists and writers, I'm meant to help fill in the blanks for others as well as myself, if only to make the growing list of unresolved issues that this show has had since the beginning not feel so overwhelming any more.

Maybe we were also always meant to start telling our own tales about these mega-corporate creations, and in so doing, change them from some way to rake in more cash and give them more personality, more likes and dislikes, more history, heck, possibly even more life if it means our own lives aren't so isolated and confined to the rules of some CEO in a suit.

So, whether or not we follow their social media accounts, watch their shows, and buy their merchandise...I hope none of us ever stop building our own myths and legends about these heroes. Whatever we do or wherever we go, I hope we don't stop creating.

Now...with that thought in mind, let's get to the weekly picks.

The Bad Batch Fan Art

Omega, Crosshair, and Tech by @doodlingfoolishness

Captain Baja Blast by @evefangirl

CX-2 by @keeradaks

Captain Howzer by @thespianwtch

The Bad Batch Fan Fiction

Consequence by @the-kittylorian-writes

Food Fight by @buckybarnes-and-noble

A Rest by Tanwyn

The Clone Wars Fan Art

Let's go to work by @thassakolti0

Happy Spring by @coline7373

Hardcase by @clone-trooper-cheese

The Clone Wars Fanfiction

Forget Me Not by @jedi-princess-kestis

The Mandalorian Fanart

Paz Vizsla by @gqe-leh

Tales Of The Empire Fanart

Barriss Offee by @raidantra

She's baaack!! by @master-tired

Barriss Offee by @revanknightwoman

And so, in order to support all our writers and artists, please check out the links I included above, like, comment, and reblog as you would with anyone else.

Please also like and reblog this latest installment so that these links can be spread around to as many other fans as possible, just in case not all of them can tune in at the same time. Thank you, good morning, and good luck.

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[candyfloss5000]

I'm actually really annoyed at the lack of Din Djarin x Mandalorian reader. Like why does no one post that??? And why does "y/n" or whatever always have to be a damsel in distress??? Why can't we have a badass Mandalorian y/n???

(If anyone has any din djarin x Mandalorian reader fic recs I'd be really grateful if you commented them.)

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