#paz vizla imagines

[a-name-bruh-idk]

mando s3 ep7 spoilers:

don’t imagine ragnar waiting for his dad to come back from the scouting party

[thewriterowl]

Imagine Cobb Vanth with a popular online ghost hunting show, starring his skeptic partner Boba Fett and their loud, bizarrely confrontational friend Paz Vizla; directed by Fennec and Exceedingly Reluctantly filmed by Din Djarin, talented photographer and Dad Who Just Wants a Dad Nap.

Enter Luke Skywalker, a hobbyist mechanic and disillusioned fortune teller who gained internet infamy by being repeatedly interviewed and mocked by ghost debunkers who, through creative editing, made this kind, earnest, gifted young man look like a delusional lunatic that believes he's "special."

Boba offers Luke a stupid amount of money to appear on his boyfriend's channel, so Luke reluctantly accompanies them to an abandoned hospital, where he has lost all fucks when it comes to making people think he isn't crazy, and uses his psychic abilities so nonchalantly and dismissively he's basically gaslighting the whole crew.

Cobb: What the fuck is that?!

Luke: *on the floor of the decayed children's ward, clearly rolling a ball back and forth with an invisible entity* What do you mean?

Boba: All our equipment is saying someone is here. We literally just heard a child say "Let's play, Luke."

Luke: *Now gently tossing a ball back and forth with the entity* That's wild, man.

(Din: You, uh... you look really pretty in this lighting.

Luke: You're too sweet! Also, your son definitely sees ghosts.

Din: What?

Luke: :)

Feralsunshine, you always have some of the best ideas. Cause this is so CUTE and fun!

Poor Luke ostracized when all he wanted was to help people and understand his strange abilities because people were jerks. Then he gets dragged into this growing in popularity show (Ryan and Shane!!) on youtube and is just trying to play it cool, trying not to take the attention, trying to just be "ah, yeah, this is....a thing" as spirits either try to just get his attention or are literally trying to steal him away to the Beyond.

And just him casually playing catch with something invisible and everyone is freaking out...except for Din who (is sorta used to it with his son who does weird things from time to time, isn't that normal???) is like dreamily sighing to himself as he continues to just film Luke and not the star of the show.

Cobb and Boba have to sit down and talk with him because, "my guy...this is sad."

Din doesn't get it...he just thinks Luke's very pretty as he talks with someone who isn't there but they keep getting really scary voices on recordings. Is it his fault?? No!

And oh, Luke was a different kid himself? Maybe he can talk to Grogu to help him feel better!

Everyone is trying to make him understand that Luke is an actual psychic, and so his is son, but Din just keeps trying to make dinner plans.

[moodymisty]

Hi there 😊 I am so glad to see someone writing (so well, I might add) for Paz Vizsla ! I am quite obsessed with him atm... May I request something for him, like falling uncontrollably in love with a jedi reader? (also with some nsfw... a little inappropriate use of the force... just enough to bring this big guy to his knees 😇😍).

Of course I know it is not easily compatible with canon so it is completely fine if you do not wish to write it, no pressure!

Thanks 💜

An opportunity to write for Paz? Hell yeah. Forgive any issues, I wrote this while sick in bed. (I don’t think it’s COVID and praying it isn’t cause I had over 6 months of long COVID last year and I’m not in the mood)

Maybe it isn't the most canon compliant thing sure, but fuck that lol. Went with kind of a order 66 padawan survivor kind of vibe, but overall it's pretty vague. imagine how you wish all, tis the point of this sort of thing.

Relationships: Paz Vizla/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Lewd but not full NSFW, Inappropriate use of The Force, handjob(?)

It’s during a long hyperspace flight that Paz leans back in the creaking pilots chair, and thinks. He’s perhaps been a bit reckless at times; But he has a brain in that helmet of his, and prides himself on the minimal damage it’s taken.

But his trip to Dirahn didn’t leave him empty handed, which was part of the reason why his thoughts were so tumultuous. Maybe more so the main reason, than just part.

Judging by the description on the bounty he’d expected someone like a Zabrak armed to the teeth; Not, you. Someone in a hovel near the woods, clearly trying to hide from something. He remembers the look you’d had, of someone who was scared but couldn’t run and so they were ready to fight, even if they weren’t prepared.

He’s had that look before; He’d recognized it through the glow of your rusted unkempt lightsaber.

He couldn’t pull the trigger then, even if you’re a sworn enemy. Even if you’re the bounty he’s after.

Thats what made it all worse. It also wasn’t a problem. At least to someone with less of a moral compass.

It took more than a bit of coaxing to get you to dim your lightsaber, and even more so to step closer. Then again, he isn’t an expert in talking. Not to many Mandalorians are. But it works, and eventually the bad feeling in your gut dimmed enough to follow him.

You originally say, after a long and uncomfortable silence that he had brusquely explained that you were no longer hidden here, that he should drop you off at the next habitable planet with spots to hide. It makes sense; And at first he's more than eager to get you off of his ship. But the travel takes cycles of boring time that you fill with casual attempts and conversation and fixing your old robe, and by the time you both get to a habitable planet and he’s refueling the ship, he finds himself convincing you away from staying here.

It’s a better idea; Is the excuse he uses for himself. He attempts to ignore the way he keeps looking over at you sitting in a normally unused co-pilot seat, a dark robe comfortably swathing almost your entire body.

He finds himself in less of a rush to throw you off than he’d like to admit.

The Jedi are their sworn enemies, he knows well. Even though you insist you aren't a Jedi, Paz knows that it isn't that simple. But yet here you are, sitting in his co-pilot's seat as the stars stripe past the viewport.

Paz considers this all a lapse in judgement.

A big one.

He has to go back to the covert, and part of feels tumultuous at the idea; He's bringing someone who's supposed to be a sworn enemy this close to where is people lie hidden.

He should've just given you that first ride and dropped you off on Nar Shaddaa like you'd asked. But when he glances over to you again and sees you turn to him and give a small smile playing again with the bracelets on your wrist, he knew he would've have been able to.

Of course the time he falls irrevocably head over boots for someone, it's a Jedi.

Well, not a jedi, as you say. But you know it's just arguing semantics. In this day and age the difference is just a line in the sand.

It doesn’t take a genius to tell by the tone in his voice when you land that you aren’t welcome where he’s going, and you’re not exactly surprised.

“I’ll be back to the ship before dark.”

"Don't take too long," You manage to joke before he leaves. The ship also needs a good bit of work, after a fire fight you’d gotten into a short while back. Some of it might serve to keep you busy while he's gone, or you wander around.

You decide to wander; As the large city is too much of a temptation after so long of seclusion.

And with your newly fixed robe swathing most of your body, the hilt of your lightsaber is hidden safely behind it, you end up passing through crowds of people and around stuffed little stalls. The security of your inherited lightsaber lets you wander around safely, arms close to your body as the cold pierces your clothing.

You have vague memories of large cities like this, but overall, it's largely new.

You'd ran to the farthest planet you could make it to with the credits you had once the order fell, as even after the main slaughter many like you were still being actively hunted. Paz being a lucky break.

It's not like it's something that's exactly easy to keep a secret, the Force.

Neither is your appearance, as you can feel eyes on you as you slowly shift through a sizable crowd. There’s shops selling things everywhere and it’s almost overwhelming, compared to the peace of your woods. You must seem out of place enough that people are starting to get a little curious, particularly any locals.

From the perspective of a Jedi in hiding this would be a perfect place; as the noise from so many beings clouds the Force to such a degree that tracking is difficult.

But not for Paz, it seems.

“What are you doing out here?” It’s less so of a question and more of a statement, as he doesn’t give you much leeway to answer once you turn to look at him.

“The ship is fixed. We should be off.” It's the ladder half of the sentence that catches your ear, as you hadn't exactly heard him use one of those particular words before.

“We?” Part of you had been under the impression this was where you parted ways, even if the time you’d spent together had been surprisingly enjoyable. You wouldn’t mind sticking around, as well as it was safer being constantly on the move. However it seems Paz is content to completely ignore your question, and stares at you through the tinted visor of his helmet. He's glaring, you can feel it.

“Let’s go.”

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Time passes slowly and incredibly quickly during hyperspace, as it feels like you're often time ferociously bored, as well as constantly busy with things.

Paz being one of those things.

You weren't sure exactly of what place in time you ended up becoming a permanent edition to the ship, but at some point you had beaten the odds, as well as Paz's hard exterior. At least made a few cracks in it. You’ve found out through it and many other little instances stuck alone up in hyperspace that Paz can be a bit of a flirt, in the right mood.

It’s just after one of those moods now, and you’ve decided to play around a bit with him when he isn't expecting it.

The force is something you’ll always need to hone but the feeling lasts on your palm as you slowly move, your hand cupped a bit as you glance over. You know exactly what you're trying to do, but you can't exactly shake the feeling that it feels a little, wrong. You still do it anyways however, biting your lip to try and avoid smirking when you glance over to take a look at the pilot's seat.

He shifts ever so slightly, so you have a good feeling it is working.

Slowly you keep it up, trying to focus but not make it incredibly obvious you are focusing on something. Afterall you can't see if he's looking at you, unless his helmet is pointed right at you. He's managed to abuse that with a few sneaky glances, you're sure. But he's not facing you now, as the reflection of stars scatter across his helmet while he looks out of the viewport.

He shifts again, and you could swear you heard him clear his throat, but the helmet muffles it almost completely. That piece of armor is the source of a good bit of your grievances, it seems.

One of his hands darts down for a second to tug at the fabric of his flightsuit, so it's more than obvious now he's getting hard. It's even hard to hold back the smirk now. You wonder how long you can get away with this before you either get caught, or he takes his leave for a moment to deal with what he surely thinks is a random thing.

Not much longer is what it seems; As mere moments after you have that thought, his helmet is turning to look right at you.

When he glances over, tempted to leave the pilot's seat for bit to take care of this, it's when he notices something about you that his body goes so rigid that even you realize you've been caught. You still keep going however, even as it's more than obvious his eyes are on your lap.

"Are you-"

He sees the way your hand is ever so slightly moving while your arm rests on your lap, and you glance at him. Your hand matches what he's feeling perfectly.

"Dirty Jedi tricks."

He doesn't have much of a chance to say anything more beyond that, as the feeling intensifies so much so that he actually lets out a somewhat loud groan while leaning forward. That sensation shot all the way up his spine, and it probably would've buckled him had he been standing. Right after he manages to gather himself just enough he suddenly bursts up from his seat, and even with his helmet on you can tell by his rigid body poster that he's more than a little bit furious.

Thats fine with you, as more often that not as you've learned that isn't exactly a bad outcome for you.

“Come here.” He doesn’t give you much choice in the matter, as he grabs your wrist- conveniently the one that was just in a way jerking him off, and drags you in the direction of his cot near the back of the ship. He throws you down onto it, just as you speak up:

“I thought you couldn’t take the helmet off?” Paz sternly gives a response.

“You’re lucky I’m taking my glove off after that trick.” Now well and truly out of your depth the engine still rumbles in the background; as Paz flips you over onto your stomach.

[goblininawig]

The Future Has Many Paths

□ Rated T □ Chapters 9/? □ Words 24.5k □

Summary: Marooned on Arvala-7, you meet a Mandalorian who offers you a job. Accepting it leads you down a path you never imagined, full of both wonders and terrors.

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | to be continued...

Tags: Din Djarin & Reader, Din Djarin/Reader, Din Djarin, You, Grogu | Baby Yoda, Kuiil, Greef Karga, Original Force-Sensitive Characters, Caben, Stoke, Omera, Winta, Peli Motto, Toro Calican, Fennec Shand, Boba Fett, Cobb Vanth, Ranzar Malk, Migs Mayfeld, Burg, Zero, Xi'an, Qin, IG-11, Paz Vizla, The Armorer, Moff Gideon, Force-Sensitive Reader, Starship Razor Crest | Din Djarin's ST-70 Assault Ship, Canon Universe, Canon Rewrite, Canon-Typical Behavior, Canon-Typical Violence, Reader-Insert, Getting to Know Each OtherSlow Burn, Din Djarin Doesn't Remove the Helmet, Grogu | Baby Yoda Stays with Din Djarin, Hurt/Comfort, Force Healing, New Republic Era, Mandalorian Covert from Nevarro, Clan Mudhorn, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

A/N: Reader is a chaotic good opportunist, along the lines of Lando Calrissian, Han Solo, Trace Martez, and Phee Genoa.... but with Force-sensitivity and low-grade powers.

Mood board

[fictionkinfessions]

There’s not much to say except everything so here I go:

There was once a time in my life where Din Djarin was as integral to me as my right hand. He was an everyday part of my life. We ate, trained, slept and breathed together. We knew each other, we grew entangled together like the roots of a tree. He meant more to me than I’ll ever be able to describe.

(This did not make us friends.)

I can’t tell you exactly why we grew apart, there are too many reasons, but I will say that I miss him. I have missed him. In the years since, his lack of presence in my life felt like a wound. At first it was raw and open, any hint of him caused acid to flood my stomach. It made me angry, at him and the life that forced upon us. As time passed, it felt more like a gunshot, with shrapnel still left inside. If I press hard enough, I can feel the sharp edges dig in.

I was one of the last people to see his face before he swore the Creed. I don’t know why he chose me, we were constantly butting heads at this point in our lives, but he did. I still wonder what that meant. Or if he meant anything by it. Maybe he was just scared.

We grew apart, as people do, but I still look at him and see the small brown haired boy my family took in. I still see his wide eyes and curled, frightened fingers. I used to wonder if he grew into his face.

(Now I don’t need to imagine, his actors face is all over the net. Still, this doesn’t settle me.)

Sometimes it makes me seethe. The boy I knew is stubborn, he was cunning and straightforward. I expect nothing less, we are Mandalorian after all, but it still infuriates me. He infuriates me.

When we were young men, I let my temper run wild. Maybe lashing out drove him away. Maybe he never truly felt like he fit in. Either way, he left and his name turned bitter in my mouth. Can you blame me?

(Was I not enough?)

I never took a riduur, I never raised children that shared my name. I looked after the foundlings, I followed the orders of our Alor, I trained and I taught. I regret, more than anything else.

- Paz Vizla (Star Wars)

🪵

[expansegirl]

Mandalorian Season Finale (with spoilers)

Sometimes a story can be a story. It doesn't have to have huge amounts of depth. It can be fun and that's what the season finale of The Mandalorian was.

I imagine there are people out there saying 'oh, the plot was weak', 'the ending was too pat', 'Grogu shouldn't have been able to hold off that explosion.' I would remind those people that Star Wars was inspired partly by the old serials George Lucas watched as a child. There were thrill, spills and chills just like in this season of The Mandalorian.

The best bits for me were: Grogu saving Din Djardin (with IG-12's assistance), Grogu running rings around the Pretorian Guard, the relighting of the Great Forge and Paz Vizla's son reciting the creed, Moff Gideon dying multiple times and see what happens when a bunch of stormtroopers make the mistake of thinking that having beskar armour puts them on an even foot as a group of Mandalorians.

The long wait till August and Ahsoka begins.

[certifiedskywalker]

I Don’t Care - Paz Vizla

Anonymous said: I loved you paz vizla story!! Can we have another reader one? Your writing was SOOOO gooood for that one so I just had to request another!

AN: This is a Mandalorian!Reader fic! I hope I did the big blue boy justice!

Paz Vizla is rude, cold, and reckless. But around you, his ‘I-don’t-care’ attitude melts away. 

You couldn’t see who drew the first vibroblade but the moment you heard the familiar hum, your body tensed. Muscles you hadn’t used in ages readied to launch into action. Your teeth clacked together with grit, the sound filling your ears as it resounded in your beskar helmet. Battle had hardened your bones and it had been too long since your last skirmish.

You were hungry for it.

Before you could get to it, dive right into the fray, the fight came to an end. The Armorers smooth voice rung out with the words of the Creed.

“This is the Way.”

“This is the Way.”

“This is the Way,” you echoed, letting your braced shoulders fall. Curled fists relaxed into open palms and you had to bite your tongue to keep from grumbling. You stood still as the others in front of you watched the Armorer and Din Djarin. As you were trying to listen out for what they were saying, the sound of heavy footfalls reached your ears. 

The crowd of your tribe, fellow Mandalorians, parted slightly then, suddenly, all at once to make way for the hulking form of Paz Vizla. A smile spread under your helmet and you too started to push out of the crowd. Not long after you started moving, you could sense Paz’s presence behind you. Shadows cast in front of you, bulky and large, only confirmed the feeling. 

Finally, you and Paz were free from the gathering mass of people. Heat from the forge trailed you both as you filed into the main tunnel. The smell of it made its way to your tongue, tarnished the taste buds with steel and sweat. Flames and metal were your only memory of home.

“This is coward’s way of the Mandalore,” Paz snapped when you both were far enough away from the beskar forge. “Djarin is a mercenary wearing our armor.”

“Paz,” you looked past him, to the side to eye at the cluster of people still lingering around the forge. “Careful.”

“I’m done being careful. I’m going up.” 

Your eyes widened and your felt your heart lurch in your chest. Warningly, scared, you whispered, “Paz, that is not-”

“I don’t care.”

His words were cold, harsh, and unnerving. His words set you on edge, teetering on a cliff, balancing in the darkness of a night sky. If you fell, the plunge could kill you. If you stayed, you never would get the chance to fly. You took a collecting breath and crossed your arms over your chest.

“You should care,” you fired back, “because I’m going with you.”

Paz jerked his head back and you could only imagine his wide eyes glued to you. Smug and closed-lipped, a grin spread across your features; one that Paz could not see. Part of you wished he could. Maybe then the words lodged in your chest could be said easily. Maybe then, finally, Paz could truly see you, in the way you longed for him to see you.

“Let’s go then.”

Before you could respond, Paz was already making his way towards an intersection of tunnels. You followed after him quietly as to not alert the others to your intentions. With each step, your excitement, your nerves, grew. It had been a long time since you had stepped out from the sewers, too long. You were just hungry for freedom as you were a fight.

So you followed Paz outside, into the dusk of Nevarro. 

His blue armor looked dark against the orange-pink sky. Not as dark as his silhouette, which resembled deep pitch. Your eyes were glued to him so intensely, you nearly tripped up to the surface. To catch yourself, you reached out and gripped Paz’s shoulder. Instincts, hardened through traditional Mandalorian training, the same training you had endured, kicked in. Paz reached and wrapped a thick arm around your waist, pulling you to him. 

“Watch it,” he said gruffly. Something in his tone was teasing though.

You rolled your eyes and punched your fist lightly against his chest plate. The beskar elements clanged together like tiny echoes from the forge. He caught your wrist, his gauntlet knocking against the metal on your forearm. You both stayed still, your body almost completely flush with his. It was sight you had longed for. Even though you couldn’t see his eyes, you could feel them intently focused on you.

“That’s not very nice,” he said lowly. You felt your stomach twist at the deep sound. Perhaps Paz seeing you was something you were not yet ready for. Wanting to relieve the feeling, the tension, you pulled away slightly.

“Spar?” You knew that Paz could sense your nerves. Your voice made it clear at the sky above you. The smell of ash and smoke was getting to you. Or perhaps it was how close Paz was to you that made your head feel light. “Paz, I-”

“No,” he replied softly. Even with his helmet’s voice modulator, there was something terribly gentle, human, in his voice. “I want to see you.”

You tried to think back to the last time Paz had been so tender, so careful. 

It could have been when you were both foundlings in the Clone Wars. You could still remember the boy you met all those years ago. Or maybe it was on your first few missions together. He had saved your life and you had saved him; you worked together well. How long had it been since you had been so close to him? You had been starved of Paz’s softness, the caring nature he only showed sparingly. Just as you were hungry for a fight, for fresh air, you yearned to see Paz and for Paz to see you.

“Paz, we’re out in the open. Anyone can-”

“I don’t care.”

Unlike the first time the phrase left his mouth, this time it was desperate. The arm Paz had around you waist slipped away and, for a moment, you were scared that you were going to lose him. So you reached out, gloved hands gripping his chest plate. Instead of falling away from you, Paz lifted his hands to yours only to move them upwards. Up and up until your gloves rested on the sides of his blue helmet. Your breath hitched at the touch.

“You care,” you whispered, find your voice, “I know you.”

Paz let out a small grunt as he lifted his hands to your helmet. There was a silent, mutual agreement between you in that moment. Then, and in the next moment as you and Paz lifted each other’s helmets off your heads. It was like a breath of fresh air.

Literally, it was. Nearly as gentle as Paz’s touch, a breeze kissed the skin of your cheeks, then your nose, then, finally, your forehead. Relief, it was a relief. Then you saw him.

“Paz.” His name come out in a whimper as you met his bright eyes. 

Carefully, you both let the other’s helmets fall into the sand. Nevarro, it’s sands, it’s heat, everything, faded away until all you saw, all you cared about, was Paz. His sharp features seemed to call your name. You couldn’t tear your eyes away.  

His brows, his chin, coaxed your hands into motion. Even his own hands gripped you, pulled you close. His jaw, and his lips: “Y/N.”

Your hands found their way to his thick neck and you leaned up towards him. He met you in the middle, his nose knocking against yours softly. Paz’s hands tightened on your waist as his lips met with yours. Sweat, he tasted like sweat and something sweet. He parted your lips with his and deepened the kiss until you were so close your chest plates clanged together. 

The sound made you smile into the kiss. Slowly, you pulled away. Your smile turned into a grin, one that Paz could see; one that you would only ever show to him. 

A sudden shout down the way, most likely a fight breaking out near the cantina, made you jump. Nerves flooded your system and you tore your gaze from Paz’s. “We should go, before someone-.”

“No,” Paz whispered, pinching your chin between his thumb and finger to pull your eyes back to his. “I don’t care who sees.”

He pulled your lips back to his and your eyes closed on instinct. In the dark behind your eyelids you saw a future. A future with Paz, where he could kiss you like this whenever he, whenever you wanted. That was the way you wanted to go. That was the future you wanted to have and share with the man you love.

[3mmafr0st]

Ok, but hear me out, Paz Vizsla with a breeding kink

this is 100% correct

SMUT UNDER THE CUT, 18+ ONLY PLEASE

Definitely would want to get you pregnant, like, not even joking

Would want to make his own clan with you, rather than just taking care of foundlings

Family is so stressed in mandalorian culture, one of their six tenets is literally to raise your children as mandalorians

So he would definitely be eager to put a baby in you, as long as you were ok with it of course.

There would be a conversation first of course

As much as he wants kids, I feel like he would feel a little like he didn’t deserve it, like he doesn’t deserve you, especially after his fight with Din. He would feel like he could not keep his clan name going, 

but once he finds out that you think that it’s a good idea, he is able to dissuade his own fears, because if you believe in him, then he must be worthy to continue the Vizsla name.

I hc that like, mandalorians cum like so much, like an ungodly amount.

“Come on mesh’la, that’s it, taking me so well. Gonna let me fill you up, aren’t you, you’re gonna look so good with our baby in you.”

After he cums, hes totally willing to push it back into you, maybe even use a plug so none of it is wasted by leaking out.

“Fuck, mesh’la. look so good like that, filled up with my cum. Can’t let any of it go to waste, can we?

[the-devil-hunter63]

This has been living in my head rent free because I'm down bad for Paz Vizsla and now I'm just gonna leave this here for y'all....heeheeheehee

Ok so like imagine, Din is trying to be an inclusive Mand'alor for the scattered mandalorians, right. You and Paz are helping him try to reunite the people. And like Paz is secretly head over heels (or head over blasters lol) for you and vice versa. Y'all have been pinning after each other since your covert/clan/tribe joined up with them years ago.

Imagine Din, Paz, and you go to meet up with a covert/clan/tribe to get them to join hands and follow Din and just be Mandalorians without the whole in fighting thing of "if you don't follow my creed you're not mandalorian". The covert/clan/tribe agrees, and while you are with the foundlings and/or making friends Paz is like "I'm gonna fucking court them finally when we get back home" to Din and Din is fucking ecstatic because you know damn well he knows of the crush you two have on each other and has been meddling in it to get y'all together.

There's gonna be a mini feast/celebration before they let you 3 leave because why not. Everyone is happy about the joining of coverts/clans/tribes. There's hella food, drinks, and fun! You and Paz are obviously sitting next to each other because of Din. Everyone is taking turns swapping tales of valor or some shit when there's an explosion.

You can't convince me otherwise that a Mandalorians first instinct is to get children and loved ones to safety. So Paz has as many foundlings in his arms as he can carry and is running towards ships. This man, without hesitation, went straight to the children with you in tow. He doesn't care who is in his way of protecting the foundlings, they will die violently. You're just there to make sure he doesn't scare the children.

Pure chaos ensues. Din gives the covert/clan/tribe coordinates to their new home as everyone is running around to leave. There's a small fire fight and Paz gets shot protecting you. Nothing too bad, according to Mandalorian standards; just a blaster wound on his side.

"Don't worry Mesh'la, it'll take more than that to take me away from you." And you're a blushing mess as you help the big idiot to his feet. Ships are already taking off as y'all scramble into one with foundlings, supplies, and a few elders. Luckily Din was flying this ship.

You and Paz are at the opening of the ship firing away at the attackers as you scream for Din to, "get his womprat ass into gear and this bucket of bolts into the air!" Paz laughs with you as the foundlings watch you two hold your ground.

After a few bumps, Paz smacks the side of the ship and tells Din to close the ramp. Paz turns to you, places his hand on your shoulder and, even though you can't see it, he smiles. You place your hand over his with a small nod. He's gonna open his mouth to speak when something hits the ship with a mild explosion. Paz falls, somehow smacks his bucket and falls out the ship. You scream at the top of your lungs for him.

"I'm going after paz!" Is all you say over your voice channel before jumping from the ship as the ramp fully closes. Din obviously yells at you as you make a fast nose dive for him.

Once you catch up to a knocked TF out Paz, you latch onto his large frame as best you can before igniting your jetpack. It slows the fall but not a lot. You both crash into trees before landing on the ground.

So, now not only are you both hurt, you're both stranded for maker knows how long before Din can come save you. So you two do what Mandalorians do best; survive and tough it out. You make a small makeshift shelter for the first two nights and slowly pick off people surveying for any Mandalorians left behind from the evacuation. Eventually you two find a little cave that makes for better shelter and set up there.

Paz is grumpy and you're exhausted. While sitting around the fire cooking local game, you tell Paz to eat first so he can take off his helmet and get up to leave.

Paz of course stops you. He can't believe he's doing this now but hey, fuck it. He directs you to sit next to him with a shaky breath because this boi is nervous asf.

"Look, there's a way around me having to cover my face." He'll grab your hand gently before heaving a DEEP sigh. With his other hand, Paz will hand you his large vibroblade.

You're confused at first. Why is he handing you a blade? Part of you thinks his creed has a sibbling rule and he's gonna make you become family in a way that makes your stomach become heavy and heart hurt.

"Marry me. I wanted to do this when we got back from this...I've been in love with you for....a while now."

HE IS SO NERVOUS but you sit there and let him ramble on and on about how the Vizsla clan has special traditions and one of them is giving their love or potential Riduur something that was theirs as a sign of affection; a marriage token if one must. His vibroblade is the best thing he has on him at the moment.

You hold the blade over your Beskaryc Kar'ta (Iron heart at the center of Mandalorian armor)

"Vizsla, I want nothing more than to be your Riduur and raise strong and fierce warriors with you."

Paz.exe has stopped working

He is so excited to hear those words leave your mouth that it takes a moment for his brain to catch up.

He will hold you close to him as you both recite the Mandalorian vows and give you a Keldabe kiss.

"When we get off this planet, I'm going through all of the Vizsla courting traditions the right way." You laugh and shake your head slightly.

But as he goes to remove his helmet you turn away and tell him to save showing you his face for later. He'll try to argue you but will eventually just cave and let you turn your back to him as he eats.

Once y'all finally get rescued from that planet, Paz does as he said he would. He goes through all the Vizsla courtship traditions.

He presented you with his vibroblade once again infront of the entire covert/clan/tribe. After which he brought you foods from his hunts, a new blaster, and a few battle trinkets.

The entire covert/clan/tribe is excited. It's been a while since everyone has seen a proper Mandalorian courtship and marriage. Everyday is someone congratulating you and Paz, or helping plan the whole affair.

After the vows were exchanged....again....there was a MASSIVE celebration. Everyone was eating and drinking to celebrate the new couple. The partying went on for hours and probably continued well after you and Paz retired for the night.

He showed you his face as well before capturing your lips in a heated and passionate kiss.

"Been wanting to do that since your covert/clan/tribe joined us. I fell for you the moment your bucket came off to yell at Din." You laugh and pepper his face with kisses as well.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum"

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, ner Riduur"

After a fun night with ya new hubby imagine falling asleep on his chest and Paz is still slightly awake running his fingers through your hair (or grazing his finger over your skin if you have no hair or hella short hair)

[moonlight-prose]

Omg if you're still taking prompts pls give me some 80s Din or Paz with "your hand is tiny. look at the size difference."

I love you babyyy😘😘😘

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

a/n: this has been sitting in my inbox for SO LONG. apologies about that babes. i just wasn't sure what to do with it, but i finally figured it out and my heart has been dying over 80s paz lately. so i hope you enjoy it! i made a mini vibes banner for it as well!

summary: his hands could break you, but he chose instead to tenderly hold your love between them.

word count: 650

pairing: 1980s!paz x fem!reader (even tho it can probably be read as just reader)

warnings: not explicit, so much tenderness it's insane, extreme amount of kissing, hand holding (i know scandalous), mention of paz putting his hand somewhere....let me know if i missed anything!

“I never get tired of kissing you.” The words were whispered against his lips as he lounged on the bed with you. His body too large to fit in your already too small bed, lay beside you, his hand playing with yours as his lips continued to brush against yours.

If you were to be told that months after going on a blind date with a man who was a friend of a friend, you’d be lying beside him, content with life finally...you would have laughed. Yet there you were - kissing him until the breath left your lungs. The taste of his favorite brand of bourbon stains your tongue as he brought you an almost dizzying high. Just with his lips.

Inhaling you dragged him closer by his black shirt, hearing the bed creak as he rolled on top of you. Kissing him felt like the world was slowing down. Time finally comes to a stop in order for you to feel every piece of him - explore every inch of his skin with your mouth. Kissing him was eternal bliss wrapped up in a neat little present. A promise that you’d never know such pleasure again, because the moment was fleeting and before you could open your eyes it was already gone.

Lazily wrapping your leg around his waist, you tangled your fingers together - feeling him drag them above your head until you were trapped beneath his body. A position you loved...possibly more than the feel of his lips against yours. Although both were a tie at this point. Sucking on the skin of your neck he smiled at the breathy moan he pulled from you; the feeling of being so surrounded by him was nearly overwhelming.

“I love kissing you too,” he whispered, trailing wet kissing down your throat until he reached your collarbone.

“Yeah?” You smiled, peeking your eyes open to see him directly above you once more. “What do you like about it?”

His breath washed across your skin as he laughed, hand bringing yours down to press his lips to your wrist. “Feeling you like this,” he said, letting go of your hand and dragging his down to your waist. Splaying it across your ribs. “And like this.”

Your breath hitched, tongue peeking out to dampen your lips. “What else?” He knew he had you once your voice shifted, turning breathy with every movement he made.

Shifting his hand even lower until he was practically cupping you through your pants he watched your eyes flutter close - teeth digging into your bottom lip until it nearly broke the skin. This man. This power of a man knew how to leave you a whimpering mess with only a few simple words. One touch and you were his. You knew that the moment he kissed you for the first time, and you knew it now.

“Like this,” he breathed out, lips barely touching yours as he grinded his palm against you.

Whining you dragged his lips back to yours, his hand returning to yours and shifting until he was laying between your spread legs. “You did that on purpose,” you said, smiling against his skin.

He laughed again, eyes opening to meet yours. “Maybe.”

“Do you know what I like?” you asked.

“What?”

Tugging on his hand you brought it down towards your lips. “Your hands. Perfect for holding me.”

Curling his fingers around yours he kisses the tip of your thumb. “Your hand is tiny. Look at the size difference.”

“Too small for you?” you asked, unable to find your way out of the pleasurable haze that had overtaken your mind, but it’s not like you wanted to.

“Never.” His lips met yours again and you melted beneath his touch. Content to spend the rest of the day beneath this man that you loved, until time decided to restart the clock.

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@pamguini @blondekel77 @princess-and-pedro @phoenixhalliwell @greeneyedblondie44 @amelia-song-pond @ladylothlorien @littlebopper96 @a-little-counter-esperanto @cap-n-stuff @agirllovespancakes

[lilhawkeye3]

Paz and 4?

4. Awkward kiss • from this prompt list

Paz Vizsla x Reader • prompt masterlist

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The ship was pitch black this late in the night cycle. At the moment, you were glad for it. The heater had gone out once again— you were not looking forward to having to fix it when you landed— so Paz had wordlessly led you to his cot and slid under the sheets with you, pressing your bodies together to share some warmth in the cold of space. It was necessary for survival and you both knew that.

But now…

You couldn’t help how flushed your entire body was when you awoke with a gasp in the middle of the night. Paz’s arms were wrapped around your waist, anchoring your chest to his, and his tense thigh had wedged its way between your legs. You did your best to ignore your body’s reactions to the position you’d found yourself in, so of course your brain decided to instead notice the warm puffs of breath that brushed over your face every few moments.

Oh stars, you could feel Paz’s breath. Where was his helmet?

Even though it was completely dark, you squeezed your eyes shut again. You didn’t want to take the chance that your eyes would adjust and allow you to see the outlines of his face. You were both warm now; perhaps it would be best for you to find your way to the cockpit and wait until Paz was awake and helmeted once again.

No such luck— your gentle shifting while you tried to free yourself seemed to have roused Paz from his slumber.

“Mesh’la? What’re doin’?”

Hell, his lips were much closer to yours than you’d realized. You froze up for a moment and the hesitation has Paz holding you tighter to him.

“I… uh, I was going to go to the cockpit so you could sleep without your helmet,” you muttered sheepishly at being caught.

Paz huffed out a soft chuckle. “It’s fine. Go back to sleep, mesh’la.”

You sighed and nodded before remembering he couldn’t see you. Acting on impulse, you leaned in, hoping to show your thanks by leaving a quick peck on his cheek.

You’d forgotten that the dark meant you also couldn’t see. Your heart nearly gave out when you felt your lips press against something soft and warm, but definitely not the stubbled or bearded cheek you’d been expecting.

Paz clearly hadn’t expected your lips on his either, because he was a still statue under your touch. Face flaming in embarrassment, you pulled back quickly and tried to hide your face in his chest with a muffled apology.

“That… wasn’t what I expected, but I’m certainly not complaining,” Paz rumbled in a lower voice than before. You felt his lips find you once more, this time to leave a chaste kiss on the crown of your head. “We’ll save next time for the morning when we’re both awake, yeah?”

He couldn’t see your smile, but you hoped the way you nodded against him and clutched him tighter to you was answer enough.

[bobafetts-princess]

The Hunters and the Hunted (Chapter 2)

Pairings: Din Djarin x Reader x Boba Fett x Paz Vizsla (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: This is dead filth y’all. Creampie, throat fucking, choking, dirty talk, a little aftercare, fingering, oral (fem receiving) I think that’s all??? Idk lemme know if I missed something!

A/N: Yaaaa this is trash bc I am trash! I live by the fancast Winston Duke as Paz! If y’all are interested in a chapter 3, let me know! I hope you like this ❤️

Find Chapter 1 here!

“I thought Mandalorians couldn’t remove their helmets?” You questioned, once Boba punched in the coordinates.

“We can’t,” Paz and Din answered simultaneously.

“I’m not a Mandalorian, the armor belonged to my father,” Boba supplied, spinning in his chair to face you, now that the ship was in space. “Now how about that kiss?” He said, fixing you with a wicked grin and mischievous eyes.

Rolling your own eyes, you unbuckled and stood, crossing the small cockpit and leaned in, capturing his lips with your own in a soft kiss. Boba’s hands came up to cup your face, deepening the kiss just slightly before pulling away and slapping you on the ass lightly.

“Go freshen up. My quarters are down the hall and to the left. There’s a fresher in the back and I’ll grab you some clothes.” He said, nodding down the same hall they walked down when they placed you in the cell.

You nodded, stopping to kiss the helmets of both Paz and Din, with the former gripping you by the hips and the latter grabbing the outsides of your thighs. You whispered a thank you to them both, garnering a small nod before you walked where Boba had pointed you.

You took your time in the fresher, washing down your body with the soap Boba had in there. It smelled masculine and slightly spicy and you took a deep inhale with every pass over your body. You soaked under the warm spray, letting the stressful events of the day wash off of you. You were free, you could do whatever you wanted. You could settle down, explore the galaxy, live a life. Smiling, you turned off the water, finding clothes just outside of the fresher door for you and you pulled them on. They were tighter than your usual clothes, forming to your body in the best way. You turned in the mirror admiring the way the trousers clung to your hips and ass. The tunic was low cut, showing off your collarbones and neck. Making your way back to the cockpit, you noticed there was food and water sitting in the spare seat.

“The clothes fit! Here I was worrying they would be too small.” Boba said, but the glint in his eyes made you think that’s exactly what he was hoping for.

“My partner in crime,” and you felt like he meant that literally, “Fennec is about the same size as yourself, so I snatched some clothes she left here.”

“There’s food and water, you haven’t eaten since this morning so I’m sure you’re hungry.” Din remarked and you sat down, eating and basking in the comfortable silence.

“So where are we going?” You prompted after you finished your food, settling down in the chair.

“Well Tattooine first, make sure there’s no one tailing us, and then you’re free to go wherever you want, Princess.” Boba said, sunk down in his chair.

“Is that where you live?”

“Yes, I have control of the Hutt compound and we’ll be safe there.” You hoped safe for forever, honestly. “Now, the ship is on autopilot and I’m going to lay down. An old man needs his rest. Are you planning on joining me, little one?” He said, standing and leaning against his captains chair, giving you a sly wink. You took a second to appreciate his strong, thick build. Smaller than Paz but thicker than Din, he was definitely a looker. Then you realized what he asked and your mouth dropped.

“Boba.” Came the sharp bark from Din.

“Don’t be a downer, Mandalorian. You should have felt her kiss me, I don’t think she’d opposed to spending the night in my bed.” You flushed because he wasn’t wrong but you also got the distinct impression that they discussed this while you were showering and changing. Din turned to you speaking softly.

“You don’t have to, we don’t expect this from you because we helped you get away.”

Nodding, you turned towards Paz, who had yet to speak, but you weren’t really sure what you planned on saying.

“Don’t look at me, pretty girl. I wouldn’t turn down having you in my bed for the night either. But I would never make you warm my bed or my cock.” His words shot through you and you swallowed thickly.

“How about you, Mando?” You asked, using the nickname Boba had used.

“How about me what?”

“Don’t play stupid, you know what I’m asking.” You snapped, a quick flash of bravado under stress.

He sighed heavily, answering you.

“Of course I wouldn’t be opposed to you spending the night in my bed, but I do not expect it of you.”

“So you all want to sleep with me?” You asked, looking at all three men in turn as they nodded. You sat back, taking this moment in, knowing you would never get the opportunity to do something like this again, so you blurted the words out before you could regret them. “Would you all like to sleep with me tonight?” There was a sharp intake of breath as they considered your words.

“You mean, watch you get stuffed full of cock?” Boba said, voicing your thoughts. “I’ll never turn down a pretty girl wanting to take cock.” Din simply nodded and Paz was already palming himself at the thought.

“I guess that answers my question, so uhh, who wants to start?” To your surprise, Din moved first, picking you up and taking large paces towards Boba’s quarters. You heard the shuffling of feet and thought the other two were following close behind, confirmed when Din dumped you on the bed and three figures loomed over you. Boba moved first, crushing your mouth in a searing kiss as other hands worked off your trousers and underclothes, spreading your thighs.

“Do you have an implant?” Din asked.

“Yes!” You told them and two gloved fingers swiped through your folds before circling your clit in short, rapid strokes. Boba’s tongue tangled with yours, breaking the kiss only to remove your tunic and bindings. His ungloved fingers found your nipples, tweaking them into stiff peaks. One gloved finger found its way into your slicked entrance and you arched at the feeling.

Paz’s helmet appeared near your shoulder, speaking lowly in your ear.

“If that feels good, pretty girl, imagine how good our cocks will feel in you.” A groan rose in your throat at his words and the finger in your pussy started moving slowly. Boba’s lips left yours, moving down your neck as the finger inside you pulled out. You whined, reaching for some sort of friction but the explanation came quick.

“Want to feel you, mesh’la.” Dins modulated voice said, strained from arousal. He shifted to pull of his gloves before sinking a finger back into you.

“What does that mean? Mesh’la? You keep saying it and I don’t know what it means.” You panted, Boba’s lips biting a trail to one nipple as Paz’s fingers tortured the other.

“It means beautiful in our native tongue.” Paz explained, shifting to pull off his gloves as well, pulling a nipple taut between his large fingers. Your breath was coming in pants, between Boba’s teeth, Paz’s fingers, and Din sinking two fingers into your core, you were quickly coming undone.

“Don’t make her come yet.” Boba barked and you actually whined. “Want her to come on my tongue. Now move, let me taste.” He snapped at them, voice demanding. “Sit in the chairs and watch.” He instructed and the two Mandalorians grudgingly obliged. They plopped into chairs that had been pulled up next to the bed, and pulled their hard cocks out of their trousers.

“Now, Princess, let me give you what they can’t.” He said, kissing and nipping his way down your body, taking time to soothe over your bruises and leaving you panting for more. He finally settled between your thighs, broad shoulders opening you wide. He sunk his teeth into the soft skin of your inner thigh and you arched, hands finding your own breasts. You peaked your nipples and the seated hunters groaned watching you, hands stroking themselves.

Boba tormented you, ghosting over your center, hot breath teasing. Without warning, he dove into your pussy face first, his hot tongue licking and torturing. A low, heady moan ripped from your throat and you threw your head back into the bed and Boba stopped.

“Look at me while I eat your pussy, Princess, I want to watch you come undone.” His words shot straight through your core, and you sat up on your elbows to watch him. He leaned back in as soon as you did, tongue swirling around your clit and two thick fingers thrust into you, starting a slow, toe-curling, deliberate pace. Your moans got louder as you got closer and Boba stroked that spot inside you relentlessly.

“You gonna come, pretty girl?” Paz grunted, hand stroking an impressive length. A whiny yes left your throat and Boba added a third finger at the same time as he sucked on your clit and you snapped. You gushed around him, screaming your release as you watched him lap up everything you gave. He crawled up your body, mouths meeting in a clash of teeth and tongues as his cock brushed against you and you tasted yourself on his lips.

“Ready to take me babygirl?” You nodded, grinding for more friction.

“Why do you get to fuck her first?” Din sneered, hand pumping.

“Because I made her come first.” Boba answered simply, sitting back on his heels and pulling your hips towards him. Din mumbled something about not having the chance but otherwise kept quiet. Boba started pushing in, his thickness stretching you deliciously.

“Been a while baby girl? You’re so fucking tight.” You nodded, focusing as he sank in inch by deliciously thick inch until he was fully seated inside you and you both groaned at the fullness. He wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you to him and shuffling on the bed, gently laying you back down with your head hanging off so you were looking upside down at the two Mandalorians stroking themselves.

“Want to take cock from both ends, Princess?” He asked and you nodded as Din rose from his position and stepped up to you. His cock was longer than Boba’s, but not as thick and you knew it would be a challenge to take him down your throat. Boba began to pull out as Din began to push in, equally as slow.

“Ready Princess? I’m not gonna be gentle.”

Boba warned after pulling out and pushing in a few times, helping your walls stretch. You couldn’t answer though, you had a mouthful of Mandalorian cock so your hand traveled down your body, hitting tight circles on your clit as a response. You heard a low growl and you transcended into another realm of pleasure as Boba let loose. His pace was rough and precise, he knew exactly the way to angle himself to pleasure you most.

Din was much more gentle, your throat not as forgiving as your pussy, but he still pushed your limits. You could just barely see Paz, the brown skin of his hands stroking himself and his visor locked on your face. You started moving against Din, following his strokes and taking him deeper each time. Saliva began to drip from your mouth when Din pulled out, and your face was covered in it. Boba’s strokes, long, rough, and deep, hit a spot inside of you that would have had you screaming if you weren’t otherwise entrenched.

His fingers traveled the length of your body, groping your breasts and pinching your nipples, before laying a sharp slap to them both. You arched, groaning deeply around the cock in your throat.

You heard a low curse from above you and knew it was Din, who was softly rubbing your throat. You could only imagine what he was seeing, stretched out and stuffed from both ends. You wondered what your throat looked like from his angle, bulging around him and your eyes closed in bliss at the idea. Your body relaxed, and you became nothing more than a glorified cock-sleeve, but you felt that slow burn in your belly as another orgasm approached.

Din and Boba took and took from your body, but expert fingers swirled tight, precise, harsh, circles around your clit and you felt your body tighten as you got closer. They both bottomed out at the same time, Boba hitting that spot that made you see stars and the taut chain snapped. You came hard, a scream deep in your throat. You hummed around Din as you came down, deliriously happy. Boba buried himself to the hilt moments later and spilled inside you, soft curses dropping from his mouth.

He gently pulled out at the same time Din did and you knew you were wrecked, face covered in your own saliva. Soft hands gripped the back of your head, helping you up gently and you cracked an eye to see Boba standing there with a wet rag to wipe you off with, but a hand on his arm stopped him.

“Don’t. I like her like this.” Came the sharp command as Din set you onto your knees, facing Paz and Boba. Din lined himself up with your entrance, pushing in slowly until he was seated fully.

“Pussy feels good mesh’la.” He grunted, starting a brutal pace that had you gasping, eyes closed as your own spit dried on your face. His fingers threaded through your hair, pulling your head back as his hips snapped into you. Soft moans dropped from your lips, punctuated by whispers of his name as you came close to the edge again. Suddenly you were hauled up against him, cold bite of beskar on your back as his fingers gripped your chin.

“You should see yourself, mesh’la. All fucked out for us. You like this, don’t you? Being used by us to get off?” His words hit deep inside your core and you whimpered a yes. The hand that wasn’t gripping your chin traveled down your body, circling your clit. You had been close, but those calloused fingers and dirty words pushed you over the edge and you came, hard. Din growled, shoving you back down into the bed as his hips snapped into yours and his modulated voice growled dirty promises. He laid a sharp smack to each cheek and then buried deep inside you, mixing his release with Bobas.

Soft hands rolled you onto your back, cupping your face before wiping it with something warm. Once your eyes were clean, you opened them to see Paz’s visor looking down on you.

“Like to see you ruined like this mesh’la, but I want to watch your eyes roll back into your head when I make you cum.” You sighed at his words while he maneuvered you to a position he liked. He laid one large palm on your inner thigh, pinning it against the bed and hooking the other leg over his shoulder as he began pushing into you. Even after the bed acrobatics that had already been performed, he was so large that he still stretched you. The hand that wasn’t pinning you to the bed wrapped around your rib cage, right underneath your breasts as he started this slow, devastating pace.

He hit all the right spots inside of you, brushing over the spot that made you see stars every time he thrust in. The slow pace burned your body up and you were sitting on the precipice of another orgasm before you knew it. His pace sped only marginally as he felt you fluttering around him and the hand around your ribs moved to your throat. The hand pinning you to the bed moved to circle your clit and your breath was coming in hard gasps.

“Next time we’ll split you on our cocks, stuffing you full from all angles. Would you like that, pretty girl?” A panted yes left your lips as you clenched harder around him.

“You gonna come, mesh’la?” He grunted and you whimpered a yes.

“Then beg.” His words took a moment to sink in and in that moment he tightened the grip around your throat.

“Please.” Came the weak plea from your throat and his hand tightened again. “Please Paz.” You begged, slightly stronger this time, but it wasn’t enough for him as his fingers tightened again. It finally clicked that he wanted you to really beg for it, so you did. Strong whimpered pleas kept his fingers tight, while weak pleas caused him to tighten again.

“Please, Paz. I’ll be so good Paz, please let me come for you. I want to come all over your big cock while you fuck me, please.” Your voice was hoarse and his hand was tight enough that you were starting to see spots behind your eyes. Your fingers scrabbled up his arm, nails digging into the soft skin on the inside of his biceps.

“Cum.” Came the short growl and you did, eyes rolling back in your head. Your vison burst with colors before going momentarily black as your dripping cunt choked his cock with the same force that his hand was choking your throat. You faintly heard a roar and then Paz’s cock touched places inside of you that no one had before as he released into you. His hand released the pressure and you found yourself floating emotionally as you came down from your high. He stroked lightly, helmet near your ear whispering praises about what a good girl you were. Once you were fully back with the living you had one simple remark.

“Wow.”

And you heard the rumble of laughs from all three men, two modulated and one clear chuckle. You moved to stand on jelly legs, but Boba’s voice stopped you.

“Where ya going, little one? I said I wanted you to warm my cock and my bed.” You looked up to see him laying in the center of the large bed, dressed in underclothes and a loose tunic.

“C’mere.” He instructed to you and you couldn’t help but obey him.

Crawling up the length of the bed, you snuggled into his waiting arms and stifled a groan at the heat radiating from him. You threw a leg over his hips and he rubbed a comforting hand down your back. He turned and told the Mandalorians to get comfortable, the bed was big enough for everyone. You heard the clanking of armor and then the bed dipped behind you as Din’s hand gripped at your hips and his beskar helmet bit into the skin of your shoulder.

“You did good baby girl.” He cooed and you basked into the praise. You felt a hand curl around the calf thrown lazily over Boba and lifted your head slightly to see Paz laying down, chest still heaving from his efforts. Lips found your hair and a rough timbre reached your ears.

“Get some sleep, Princess, we’ll go for round two in the morning.” Paz promised softly and you nodded, falling into a deep slumber as soon as he finished his sentence.

Tags: @tibbietibbs @keeper-of-the-sarlacc-pit @jedi-and-clones @sammiesweet @auty-ren @ahoeformando

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[boomtowngirl]

It’s missing Paz Hours

I personally think he’d be a big softie with his s/o and would love to just shed the armor and cuddle when he’s on the covert

Special thanks to @firstofficerwiggles for inspiring me to finish this piece 💕

[pedrosbish]

space song (ii)

word count: 1.4k

warnings: fluff (yay!)

*female reader x javier*

Javier Peña hated himself. More than he usually did anyway. 

It had been impossible to try to talk to you, often resulting in a strange (and sometimes lousy) excuse and him watching you leave, head hung low and large frown on his face. Even Steve could tell something was wrong, taking note of the way you had managed to avoid him at every corner, even though the two of you were stuck with one another hours on end. 

He missed you, more than he thought he would. He missed your laugh, the way it would turn into a snort if it was particularly amusing to you. He missed the way you smiled at him, the corners of your eyes crinkling as he told you an embarrassing story from his childhood. He missed the way you would sneakily steal glances at him from across the room, pretending not to notice as he smoked his cigarette, the smoke disappearing in clouds of wisps. 

He had tried everything to get to talk to you. He would bring you the expensive coffee that you loved from that little cafe down the street from your place. He had requested that he go on stakeouts with you, something that was very difficult to arrange. Hell, he even left a bouquet of lilies on your desk, flowers that the florist had said were the best to apologise with, only to see you give them to one of the secretaries who had just had a baby. 

Javier knew he had fucked up everything the moment you requested to be moved to a different office, one that was in the building next to their office. Far away from him.

He hadn't really meant to kiss you. Somewhere in his slightly drunk mind he had rationalised the idea, telling himself that it was the best way to express his feelings. It was the only way he could show you the way he felt, the only way he knew how to show that your mind wasn't deceiving you into believing that he was capable of liking you back. 

He doesn't regret it. 

It’s the one thing he keeps telling himself, the one thing that he wants to make sure that you understand. He knew what he was doing when he kissed you. He remembers every day the way your lips felt against his, tentative at first before he had pulled you closer to him and that's when you had melted into him, a soft sigh pouring out of your mouth and into his. 

Even though he was drunk, Javier knows what he did was right. It only helped him to confirm his suspicions, that the feeling he felt when you were near, when you would laugh at one of his jokes, when you would hug him just a little bit longer, was love. 

Don't get him wrong, it scared the shit out of him. He was Javier Peña, after all. The man that never fell in love and had a reputation that had followed him all way to Colombia after abandoning his soon-to-be wife at the altar. He was a ladies man through and through, but something changed after he had been assigned his new partner, you, the new agent who had been crammed into the corner of his office. 

You were different, definitely in a good way, than any of the other women he had encountered. You didn't demand attention from those around but had somehow managed to catch his. You didn't put up with his bullshit, declining very bluntly when he had flirted with you on the first day. You were simply you. And that's when he knew he was fucked. 

He was hurting though. He thought that once he had conveyed his newfound yet slightly confusing feelings to you, it would be easy. Javier liked you and you liked him, end of story. He wasn't often optimistic, a thing which both you and Steve found annoying, and of course the one time he was so sure of something it had to come back and bite him in the ass. But he could tell you were hurting too. 

He hated himself with every fibre of his own being for doing this to you, making you avoid him as much as you could, only really talking to him if it was absolutely necessary and work-related, for hurting you. 

Maybe he had gotten it wrong. Maybe he mistook your glances at him to mean you liked him, the way you would hug him when it wasn't necessary, when you would try to hide the disgust and sadness on your face as he told you and Steve the reason he was late for work. Maybe you didn't actually like him in that way. Not only had he ruined his chances of being with you but he also ruined your friendship. 

That’s what he told himself as he carried a tin of cookies under his arm and a bouquet of flowers in his hand, standing outside your door and patiently waiting after knocking. He would give these things to you, peace offerings, as a way of apologising and leave. Hopefully proving to you that the two of you could still be friends, having to be content with that even if it wasn't what he wanted. 

The way his breath hitches as soon as the door opens embarrasses him, he wasn't a fucking school boy anymore who had some crush on the blonde girl with ponytails. But he couldn't deny the way his heart started to beat rapidly when you appeared, a small smile on your face to greet the stranger at your door. 

His stomach drops the moment your frown does as you take him in, the Javier Peña standing sheepishly in front of your door. He knows he's screwed up when you start to close the door, only leaving it open a bit for you to stand with your hip pressed against the frame, arms crossed as you avoid making eye contact with him. 

After a brief moment of silence and awkward staring, you surprise him when you softly sigh, letting you into your apartment. He can't help but look around again, not remembering your apartment very clearly, until his gaze lands on the couch where it happened. He smiles a little when you notice him staring at it, a faint blush appearing on your cheeks before you offer him anything. 

He surprises you, and himself, as he starts apologising to you with a speech he hadn't even thought about, hadn't prepared. It’s awkward and embarrassing as he tries to put his feelings into words, full of nervous muttering and stumbling. He tries to explain why he kissed you, apologising again for doing it while drunk, one of the main reasons why he knows you're upset with him. Once finished, he can't even look you in the eyes properly, too afraid to face rejection. 

He thinks, no he knows, he's fucked up even more as the silence stretches out. 

He starts to plan his escape, how he would quickly leave before you could let him down. But then you take a small step towards him. He swears he feels all the breath in his lungs leave as you slowly take the flowers and tin out of his hands, your fingers brushing against his softly, oh so softly, he tries not to move, scared that it would frighten you out of whatever you're about to do. 

A gentle hand is placed on his face and his eyes fall closed automatically as he tries to soak in all the warmth and softness he feels emanating from you in that moment. He looks into your eyes, your beautiful eyes that he could stare into for the rest of his life, that are filled with tears. For a second he thinks that he’s said something wrong, that you're going to tell him that you don't feel the same way, but he knows he hasn't when you being to lean in.

He watches quietly as your eyes flutter shut, lips pressed to his. It’s soft, barely there, and he realises that you're scared, as scared as him and it makes him pull you closer until you're pressed tightly against his body. His grip tightens on your hips as a surprised sound leaves your lips but he feels you melt into him as your hands travel up into his hair, scratching lightly which makes him groan into your mouth. 

The two of you break away for air at the same time, smiles on both your faces as you stare at each other in silence. His forehead presses into yours and it takes his breath away when you whisper to him, so quietly he nearly misses it.

He knows he hasn't fucked up the moment you say ‘I love you too’.

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Home 4

That was a long hiatus than I as expecting, but I’m finally settled into my new home and schedule so I found time to finish this chapter. You know the rules, message me with mistakes. Ps. First time making a post on a tablet so IDK if the format will be off. @imjustdanna @misguidedandbeguiled @cosmicbreathe @justnat15

Edit: Finally got my computer back so I edited this chapter and am working on another

It had been years since the war had ended and yet you still remembered every detail. From the flashes of blaster fire and the screams of soldiers just wanting to have freedom from the empire. You could still feel the burns from where the flames licked your leg after your transport had been shot down, and yet you still dragged the limb as you hobbled to the trenches. The mud enveloping your boots as you plopped down and began to quickly work your way across the injured, stuffing blaster holes with gauze to staunch the bleeding and slapping a bacta patch where you could spare. Lucky thing the stormtroopers had a lousy shot and most of the snipers had been moved to the other lines.

You could feel your breath coming out in warbled croaks from all the ash coating them and heard a child’s scream among the ashes. You swiveled around trying to find where the hell the sound was coming from only to have a massive weight drop onto your chest.

“Zaza wake up it’s market day!” Your son screeched, sitting his weight onto your chest and abruptly pulling you from your nightmare. You groaned but plastered on a smile looking at Attila’s sweet smiling face, you could never stay mad for long.

You rolled over and trapped Attila under your weight and attacked his sides with your tickling fingers making him squirm and shriek.

“What have I told you about waking me up like that kiddo,” you teased, pausing to allow him a chance to breathe and answer.

“Not to, unless in an emergency,'' he replied, wrapping his arms around his sides to try and protect them from another onslaught.

“It was an emergency, Paz is here and he wanted me to wake you up so we could get going,” Attila admonished, scrambling from the bed to stand in the doorway, “Now get up, I want to watch the parade come in,” he yelled again before racing through the house.

You gave a deep groan before finally rolling out of bed, grabbing the clothes you had set out the day beforehand. You had forgotten the favor the Armorer had asked of you a few days prior. You were surprised however to see that Paz had come earlier than you had thought, making you lace your boots up quickly to catch up and help him get everything loaded onto the wagon for transport.

You grabbed your thermos of coffee and the box of lunch you had packed the day before, skipping meals was not something you did or allowed in your home. Food was too good for that. Slapping your hand on the door frame on your way out, letting the symbol of your old squadron brush your fingertips before you followed the sounds of your son asking every question under the sun.

“Mr.Paz how is this made?” He inquired, holding up a brightly colored, well embroidered blanket. You moved to scold Attila for barraging your guest with questions but Paz spoke before you could. The man seemed to shrink under the gaze of your child as he took the blanket from Attila’s hands to gently fold.

“ This blanket tells a story, a mother typically stitches it for her young about the history of her family. These darker colors and embroidery tell of hardship, while these brighter colors and embroidery tell of peace or battles won,” he explained, trailing a hand over the different parts of the blanket. He had Attila wrapping up in his story, his eyes soaking up every movement and word Paz made.

“However this blanket tells the story of Mandalorians as a whole, our history and creed are embedded in this blanket in hopes that if a Mandalorian ever sees it they’ll know we’re out here and they’re not alone, this section speaks of The Way, or the oaths that we make to never let anyone but our family see our faces so that we can remain safe and honor the Manda,” Paz finished, tapping his helmet to show your son his own Oath.

“That’s so COOL, zaza wears a necklace and they tell me it’s because they took an oath, so I guess that’s their helmet,” he blurted, tracing one of the intricate patterns. At that you decide to step in, kids are the most honest beings in the galaxy and before you know it he'll give away your recipes.

“That’s enough Attila, go get the twins ready to hitch up while I finish here with mister Paz,” you chastised. Watching him run off towards the stalls with the Kybucks. They were two of the most expensive creatures you owned next to your varactyl but they were well worth the money.

“I’m sorry for getting here so early, you didn’t specify a time and I figured since the town is a good 2 hours from here you’d want to leave early,” he said, tying the beautiful blanket next to several others.

“It’s alright Paz, I’m sorry my son was bothering you with questions, his curiosity gets the best of him at times,” you sighed, setting your essentials down in the driver’s seat and begin loading some of your supplies in. Paz let out a genuine laugh, one that was deep and rumbled through the air, but it was a pleasant rumble.

“It’s perfectly fine, an Adi’kas curiosity is one of my favorite things about them, it shows that they have a hunger to learn and that you’re raising him to learn about others,” he quipped, helping you lift a heavy box filled with bottles of milk from your dairy cattle. You briefly rested your hand on his forearm looking him directly in his visor trying to find where his eyes might be.

“Thank you Paz, truly,” you said before moving to the harnesses to help Attila.

-time skip cause I’m lazy-

You’d been on the road for over an hour listening to Attila point out various places to Paz as you steered the cart towards town and took small sips of your coffee. But Attila soon fell asleep curled up on top of the blankets Paz brought and you sat in silence with the giant man next to you.

The silence didn’t last long before Paz leaned into you to catch your attention, jerking his head towards the Kybucks.

“I’ve never seen Kybucks used for pulling carts, only with single riders,” he said. Watching the two twin Kybucks as they knocked their heads together at the sound of someone paying them attention. You grinned before clicking your tongue to get them to pick up the pace slightly.

“Because no one thought they’d be good at it, but when you get two who work well together they can pull weight better than Dewbacks learned first hand in the war,” you said with a smile. Glancing back at Attila.

“Attila mentioned something about it before you walked out. I figured you had some training with how you stood up against me and my clansmen,” Paz leaned back in his seat, his words coming out like a sigh as he visibly relaxed.

“Yeah some training never leaves you, so you better remember what I’m about to say before we get to the market if you want your clansmen to make a decent profit,” you snapped, taking on the persona of your drill sergeant. Paz only tilted his helmet inquisitively at you, which only cooled your fake temper.

“Your clan leader probably already told you, but on this planet we work with some of the other craftsmen, it’s the reason I don’t refine much of my goods, because somebody buys the leather off me and they take it to some good friends of mine who in return give me a small percentage,” you explained, remembering the lecture from when you first started going to the markets.

“Your clan seems to be pretty good at textiles, so I’ll introduce you to the Grondomire’s they’ll be able to start sending you customers with their undyed linen, cotton, and wools and they’ll make the deal because A) Mandalorian dyes are some of the best and B) they hate dyeing it themselves because it takes too much time,” you listed, turning around to see what else the Mandalorians had brought, warily eyeing the small amount of weapons.

“People don’t really use weapons around here, only for shooting vermin, your clan could make a killing making good farm equipment so I’ll also introduce you to the Mortarsons they own a few of the mines and would be more than happy to supply you with ore so long as you supply them with finished mining equipment, again they’ll make the deal because of how good mandalorian smithing is and they can save money from importing off world,” you quipped, steering the Kybucks through the city’s main gate and past the residential district.

Paz seemed to perk up a bit, “you’re people don’t like talking with off worlders do they?” He queried. You only nodded your head to let him know he can continue.

“So how will they respond to my people, we’re more reclusive and mandalorians are more largely known for mercenary work,” he furthered, leaning one of his elbows on his knee, first staring at you before swiveling his head around the passing streets. He acted like most of the your fellow veterans, wary of the openness and looking for danger that isn’t there.

“It’ll take getting used to of course, but if you show them that you’re not here for mercenary work and that you truly only want to trade and settle here they’ll be more welcoming, that’s why I agreed to bring you here; because I can tell your clan wants some peace and the best way to do that is by making sure others don’t see you as a threat, My friend’s know wouldn’t charter my land to just anyone,” you replied, resting a hand on his open knee. He surprised you by gently resting his over yours, lightly squeezing it.

“Thank you, burc’ya our creed favors honor through battle yes, but it also tells us that we gain honor through the loyalty to our clan and surviving, it is something that not many Aruetii know of our people because we keep our creed sacred, but you’ve become a tomad, an ally,” he admitted. It cause your heart to stutter for a moment seeing how he showed that chink in his armor, a window that showed you that he may be a warrior but he cared so deeply for his clan that he’d allow you to see things not others would. All because you helped them and didn’t turn them away like many have done since the Great Purge.

But your tender moment came to an abrupt halt when Attila plopped himself in your lap squealing.

“Zaz we’re here! And Andronica is here too,” he yelled, pointing to his Twi’lek friend from school. Her mother setting up her stall next to your usual place, and when Roni set eyes on Attila she quickly made her way over to you. You pulled the Kybucks to a halt, handing the reins to Paz and hauled Attila over your lap and onto the ground, giving him a small bag of credits and his hat.

“Strange how you slept all the way here but the moment we walk through the gates you’re wide awake, you know the rules son stick to em’ and you can run off with Roni all you like,” you admonished. Ruffling his hair for a moment before he darted off into the market with Roni close to his heels. Their shrieks of delight floating into the still early air.

Paz seemed skeptical at first, his eyes seeming to trail the two kids far into the crowd before you gave him a nudge to relax. You both dismount the cart and start to assemble the stall, you directing Paz on where to set his wares on occasion. It was going to be a long day.