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pagesfromthevoid · 1 year

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Cowboy Like Me | d.d. | Bonus I

Din Djarin x princess!reader

Word Count: 2.0k

Warnings: Nada

Author’s Note: Thriving on the idea of defending Din’s honor against the Armorer <3

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The Apostate

“Is there a reason why your covert decided to live on a planet with such violent creatures?” She asked as she piloted the Crest over the waters.

Din was manning the blasters, taking aim to put a stop to the reptilian creature that had interrupted the ceremony of the foundling. It would be his first time returning to the covert since they married –since saving Grogu –and he knew that his arrival was going to be less than exciting. While it wasn’t necessarily unusual for Mandalorians to marry outside their clan, she was not a Mandalorian herself and he wasn’t sure how the rest would feel. More importantly, he knew he would be facing consequences for the things he had done in the last several months.

“I’m not sure,” he answered truthfully, having blasted a hole through the creature and watching pieces of it explode across the beach. “Land over there.”

He pulled back from the guns, making his way back to the passenger seat. Grogu sat there, and he lifted the child into his arms as he peered out the window down at the covert who watched her land the ship. He had been teaching her how to navigate –her and Grogu, really –and how to pilot the ship. If anything because he liked seeing her behind the controls. But because she insisted she learn, in the very possible chance that they needed another getaway.

Shutting off the engines, she stood and held her hand out to him with a reassuring smile. “All will be well,” she promised as he stood, taking her hand in his.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t quite sure about that.

The Armorer stood beside Paz Vizsla, and the remainder of the tribe were scattered behind them as Din and his princess, with Grogu floating behind them, set foot on the beaches. Din greeted the Armorer with a nod, ignoring Paz who was staring him down. And Din knew he was. Because that's what Paz always did when Din was around: size him up.

“Din Djarin, you have returned with the foundling,” the Armorer greeted, motioning towards an opening in the mountains. “And the Princess of Senex.”

“Yes; the child chose to leave with me instead of remaining with his own kind.” He nodded as she stood up a bit straighter beside him. “And we married a short time ago.”

“So I have been told,” the Armorer murmured as they made their way into the forge. “Alas, there is nothing I can do for you here, Din Djarin. You are no longer Mandalorian.”

Even knowing that this was coming, Din’s chest constricted as the Armorer confirmed his transgressions. However, his princess seemed confused and almost offended as she cocked her head to the side.

“What do you mean? He has followed the Creed –he did not show his face until after we were married,” she argued, taking half a step forward. “We exchanged the Mandalorian vows; I am his riduur. You must recognize that –,”

“You are his riduur, princess,” the Armorer stated. “However, he has removed his helmet willingly. Had I known when he came to me, I would not have smithed your dagger, as he is an apostate.”

His princess and the Armorer stared each other down for several moments before she finally turned to him. She was searching for answers in his visor, as if trying to find his gaze. Waiting for some sort of explanation. And there were several –many of which involved her.

“When I saved Grogu,” he explained. While it killed him to detail his transgressions against the Creed, she deserved to know. But he didn’t want her to know how deeply he broke it for her. “I had to remove my helmet, and allow several people to see my face.”

She didn’t look convinced, however. Turning back to the Armorer, Din could see that the diplomatic side of his wife was coming out. He wondered if she knew she was using that royal ability of hers to speak, or if it simply came naturally to her.

“He removed his helmet to save a foundling. Is that not the highest honor of the Creed? To save a child?” The Armorer did nod once, but said nothing. “Should that not, then, outweigh the removal of his helmet, as it was necessary to fulfill the Creed?”

As if Din couldn’t fall even more in love with her, she had to go and fight for him in a battle of words. But he didn’t deserve her defense, as he knew what he had done. He knew why he was truly being excommunicated from his people.

“He is not exiled for saving the foundling,” the Armorer continued. “You are aware of the Creed, princess. Which suggests you are aware that he cannot remove his helmet in the presence of any living being.”

Her brow furrowed as she considered what was being said. The Armorer stood, watching them both carefully, as the princess slowly turned back to Din, realizing what any living being meant.

“Din,” she murmured, her eyes searching his visor for any sign of misunderstanding. “Din, you said –if I didn’t see you –,”

“I know what I did,” he admitted, looking down at her. And he did know. He knew that removing his helmet –for any reason –would break his Creed. He knew the entire time; there were no loopholes. No way around it. He knew. “I know what I did, and I do not regret it.”

The Armorer watched them as his princess’s eyes welled with tears. And Din wanted to comfort her; wanted to draw her in, promise that it was not her fault. He knew what he was doing when he agreed to cover her eyes that first night on Sorgan. He knew what it meant when he removed his helmet and allowed himself to kiss her. It was not her fault; it never would be.

He turned to the Armorer, holding his head high. “Were I to bathe in the Living Waters of Mandalore, would I not then be redeemed?”

“It is impossible; Mandalore has been lost.”

“But I would be redeemed, would I not?” He pressed, and the Armorer stared at him for a long time. “If I were to bathe in the waters and bring proof –would I be Mandalorian once more?”

“You would.”

“Then you will see us again.”

Their return to the ship was silent, with the only sound being the crunching on sand beneath their boots. She was angry; Din knew she was. She was easy to read on a good day, and even easier to read on a bad one. It was one of the many things he liked about her –she wore her heart on her sleeve and protected it deeply.

“I think this is our first argument,” Din joked as he sat in the pilot’s seat, flipping the switches of the control panel.

“Is it an argument if I haven’t scolded you for being so careless?” She countered, and her tone was nowhere close to how joking he was.

“I told you,” he reiterated, turning to face her. The teasing was gone, and he sat in front of her, posture straight as he turned serious. “You did not force my hand, you did not make me remove my helmet. I knew what I was doing. I knew what I was doing long before I even did it.”

She watched him for several moments, leaning back in her seat with her arms crossed over her chest. Din took her silence as a sign to continue his side. “The day I found you –when you pulled me through the market on Nevarro –I knew I would not deliver you to your mother. I did not know I would marry you –but I knew that, when you protected me, the one hunting you, from the droids your mother sent after you, that I was done for. When you pressed against me in that alleyway; that moment.

“I broke my Creed,” he continued, reaching out to take her hands in his. “I broke my Creed because for the first time in my life, I wanted to be selfish and I was. And now, I am married to you and I will be redeemed.”

She stared at him for a long time, her eyes brimming with tears. But she leaned forward soon enough, pressing her forehead against the steel of his helmet. “I wish you would have told me,” she scolded still, but her voice was soft and trembling. Guilt ridden. And that killed Din, because he knew she was going to feel bad for his choices regardless of what he told her. “If I had known…I could have waited, Din. I would have waited to kiss you, if it meant not breaking your Creed.”

“You could have waited, perhaps,” he reminded her, bringing his hand up to rest against her cheek. His thumb ran over her cheekbone. “But I could not have waited any longer.”

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maybege · 2 years

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Ooo okay okay 222 and 223 with either Paz or Boba? 👀

Marital Favours

Summary: You ask your husband for a favour.

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

Wordcount: 3.0k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, marriage of convenience, enemies to lovers vibes (but really it is just idiots to lovers), dom!Paz, sub!Reader, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, size kink, pet names (some of them a tiny bit degrading, but all of them loving)

Prompts: #222 “No one can ever find out about this.” + #223 “For your safety I'll be gentle.”

Thank you so much for the prompts, anon! And shoutout to @ayybtchch for giving me the idea to pair these prompts with etl!Paz and to @galacticgraffiti for sending me thots when I was supposed to write my thesis. As always, let me know what you thought in a comment or reblog!

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This was one of your lowest moments, you decided, as you stood in what you had dubbed the Throne Room.

Your husband still insisted that it was merely a gathering place but the prominent chair at the end of the cavernous hall made you think differently. Especially when you saw him sitting there, bare-chested, fur cape on his shoulders, thick legs spread wide as he rested his chin on his fist, listening to his advisors.

It could not be anything less than a throne, not with the way he was sitting on it.

Paz had made a comment, once, about how his wife ought to have her own chair next to his. You had put it off as a joke, knowing that the Vizsla clan would never accept an outside like you. And you did not want one either, happy to hide in your rooms or the archives or the childcare quarters when it came to the weekly storytelling sessions.

But whenever you had thought about spending more time with him, you could not help but feel a flutter in your chest. You had tried to blame it on you being an omega at first. After all, your husband was an alpha and a giant one at that, it was only natural to find him attractive. But after weeks of your marriage had passed and the tingling in your fingertips and between your legs had grown stronger with every gentle word, every discussion, every teasing remark he made, you had to face the fact that maybe … maybe you were attracted to him.

Great.

So here you were, heart hammering in your chest as the moon took residence in the sky, its light shining through the windows high up on the ceiling.

“So, what can I do for you, my wife, that you seek me out in the middle of the night?”

You debated turning around and leaving. The alpha’s voice was deep, playfully posh and you knew he was in a good mood when he chose to tease you. That didn’t make it easier though. You shifted on your feet, the hem of your nightgown barely brushing the cold stone floor. You remembered when he had wordlessly handed it you. (“It’s colder here than your home, omega,” he had said, “No need for you to get sick.”)

“No one can ever find out about this,” you started carefully, your voice echoing around you and you found yourself thanking the stars that even the guards had retired at this hour. You two were probably the only people awake in the entire covert.

He leaned forward, clearly intrigued. “You have my word.”

“I was thinking about what you said today when we were going over the inventory plans,” you admitted shyly, “About making me feel good with … with your fingers.”

He hummed, the epitome of relaxation in front of you. “What about it?” he asked.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you were about to say.

“I want you to do it.”

“What?”

If you hadn’t been so nervous, you would have laughed at the shocked expression on his face. You had seen Paz Vizsla display many emotions but shock was never one of them. Maybe because he had seen so many things already, saying of himself that “there is very little in the universe that can surprise me anymore.”

But his silence, the way his eyes had widened and his whole body had tensed had not helped you in your insecurity. You avoided his eyes, following the lines of the grout on the floor and shifted on your feet. “I want you to, uh, to finger me,” you repeated shyly.

His laughter made you flinch and for a second you feared that perhaps he was laughing at you. Rejection burned deep in your belly, the fear of him rejecting you even brighter in your chest.

“C’mon up here then,” he grinned, patting his thighs and you took a tentative step towards the dais he was sitting on.

“Don’t worry,” he grinned, his legs spreading, “For your safety I'll be gentle.”

You rolled your eyes and he laughed, warm and full. His hands were warm and slow as he bunched the fabric of your up around your hips. You hissed as the cold air touched your bare skin and the desire to hide away from his gaze – from anyone’s gaze – was stronger than ever. But then his hands landed on your thighs, running up and down as if to calm you.

“Has anyone ever touched you like this?” he asked, his voice surprisingly gentle. You put your hands on his shoulders, spreading your legs so you could open up for him. His fingers brushed over your inner thighs and you took a deep breath, allowing yourself to enjoy the way he was touching you. Yes, this was the enemy of your birth clan, the man your parents had warned you about again and again. But this was also your husband and the only alpha you ever dreamt about.

You nodded, avoiding his heated gaze as you thought back to one of the first intimate encounters you ever had. A large hand came up to your chin, tilting your head so you had to look at him.

Seeing him like this, in the half-dark, dressed like the alpha leader he was, you remembered how scared you had been when you had first seen him. How intimidating he could be, still, when someone crossed him. But he had never hurt you, never even touched you unless you had indicated your consent. No, Paz Vizsla was an alpha clan leader through and through but he was a good one.

“Another alpha?” he asked, his lips tight. For a moment, you imagined seeing a furrow between his brows, his scent a little sharper than usual. Was he jealous? Of the man you had been intimate with before him?

You shook your head. “He, uh, he was a beta.”

For some reason, that seemed to relax him and you melted into his touch when his hands reach around to your back, pulling him closer to him.

“A beta, hm?” he echoed, his nose brushing against yours. You could feel his breath on your face and your heart started to race. Was he going to kiss you?

The thought made the blood run into your cheeks. Somehow you hadn’t really expected a kiss to happen. You hadn’t expected him to want to kiss, well, you. You had never thought he wanted to kiss you.

“My parents never allowed me near alphas,” you burst out, trying to distract yourself from how nervous you were, “You know that.”

“I do,” he nodded, his mouth landing on your neck and you shuddered when his lips brushed over your unmarked scent gland. It had been your decision, your condition, that he wouldn’t mate you upon your marriage, something that Paz had never questioned but at that moment, you wished he would just sink his teeth into your skin and mark you as his. “I remember how they locked all of you princesses away when it was time for negotiations,” he rumbled, his nose nudging that space just under your ear, “Only got to see you at the dinner, that one time, remember?”

You did. What surprised you was that he remembered. But you did not dwell on it when his fingers rubbed softly over your pussy. “Oh, you’re wet,” he chuckled, pressing a quick peck to your neck before leaning back, clearly admiring the view of his hand on you. You squirmed, trying to close your legs but his spread legs kept you from it. That and his disapproving look.

“Keep them open for me, omega,” he instructed, “I want to see how pretty you look, all stretched out for me.”

“Paz,” you gasped at his words, yet you could not keep your hips from bucking towards him when two of his finger sought out your clit. It did not

“Is that all for me?” he asked you teasingly, nipping at your bottom lip and it was instinct, to lean closer to him, to chase his lips, to whimper for just a taste of him.

“Ah,” he breathed, brushing his mouth over yours, “I think it is all for me. Your pussy is weeping for me, little one.”

“Uh huh,” you nodded eagerly, moving closer to his fingers, to his mouth, to him, “Just for you.”

You could feel his fingertips at your entrance, gathering the wetness there, and you wished you were brave enough to ask him for more. Wished you could put all that you desired into words. Without shame, without fear, without that dreadful feeling in your stomach every time you thought of something that you wanted just for you.

Paz pressed his mouth to yours just as he slowly pushed one finger inside you. It should not have fried your brain but it did and your walls closed around him. He was much larger than your own fingers and despite the many nights you graduated from two to three fingers (especially when your heats neared), you felt the stretch of his finger inside you and you could not shake the nervous feeling from you.

Here was your husband, the first alpha who touched you like this and you didn’t even particularly like each other – or at least you tried to tell yourself that – but then why did it feel so good, the way he touched you, the way he pumped his finger inside you slowly, as if he was just as nervous as you were?

The little peck quickly developed into a kiss that had your toes curling and your hands tightening on his shoulders until the need to breathe became too strong. With a gasp, you parted from him, your heart skipping a beat when it was Paz that followed your lips, breathing into you. His eyes were impossibly dark, looking into yours, and his scent of woods and fire and something sweet burnt itself into your nose.

“Relax for me,” he whispered, his thumb circling your clit and you shuddered, trying to ignore how your legs were trembling, perched on top of him. You could feel your slick on his finger, easing his way into you even more and you tried to relax your thighs, resting more of your weight on his lap.

“There we go,” he murmured, his mouth brushing against your ears, “Good girl.”

“Oh,” you whimpered, your pussy fluttering around him again.

“Can you feel how you open up for me?” he asked you quietly, his voice just a whisper in the wide halls and as if to prove his point, he sunk his finger into the knuckle. He hit something inside you then, a spot you had never felt before but that made you clench even harder. Pleasure overcame you like a wave, and you fell forward, trying to find something – someone – to hold on to.

“Steady, ‘mega,” Paz warned you, his other hand gripping your hip, while he crooked his finger inside you, “You’re meant to enjoy this, are you? Enjoying it?”

You wanted to slap him for how smug he sounded but all you managed was a weak attempt at grabbing his shoulder. You could barely put two words together and he made it a point to ask you something? Insufferable.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he grunted, rubbing the heel of his hand against your clit, causing another moan to escape your lips, “Stars, you’re so pretty like this.”

The blood was burning in your veins and you could feel a kind of knot in your core that seemed to get tighter and tighter with every brush of his fingers over that spot inside you. And Paz seemed to notice it, too.

“One finger and you’re already so tight,” he hissed, slowly pulling out of you, “Sure you can take more than one, little wife?

Stars, how could the pet name that used to infuriate you to no end suddenly make you want him even more?

“P-Paz,” you whimpered, feeling painfully empty. You ground against him, trying t create some of the friction that was missing when you felt something hot and ... hard underneath you. Paz’s groan was so loud it seemed to surprise you both and your entire body heated up even more when you realized that he was aroused … by you.

You did it again, rubbing your folds against the bulge in his pants and in the

“Good thing I haven’t mated you yet,” he growled, moving his hips up against yours, “I don’t think my cock would even fit in that little pussy.”

You whined, rubbing your pussy against his crotch again; the thought turned you on more than you would ever admit. The image of him above you, driving his cock impossibly deep inside you again and again and again –

Two fingers pushed inside you and you moaned, trying to move your hips even more so you could chase the high that had been building ever since he had started touching you. “Look at that,” he marvelled, running his nose over your scent gland, “My little wife riding my fingers like the good omega she is.”

Your cheeks warmed up with embarrassment but when he carefully scissored his fingers ever so slightly, you decided you could not care less. You needed

“C’mon,” he growled, his mouth opening over your neck, sucking at your scent gland and a whole body shudder went through you, “be a good girl and come for me, ‘mega, you can do it.”

“I – I can’t,” you shook your head, whimpering when his thumb brushed over your clit again, “Please, Paz, I – “

“Yes, you can,” he murmured, “I got you, love, I got you. What do you need?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to think, trying to feel, trying to –

“I – I don’t know,” you shook your head, continuing to bounce up and down, “It just all feels so good and I –“

Paz growled, surging forward and kissing you, his teeth clashing against yours, nipping at your bottom lip. You gasped in surprise, your arms tightening around his neck as you continued to grind against him. His free hand went to your neckline, pulling it down until you heard a rip and you felt his fingers on your pebbled nipple.

You arched your back, overwhelmed by the new sensation that made your entire body tingle.

“Omega,” he grunted, rolling your nipple between his fingers, “If you don’t come right now, I’m gonna have to knot you and then you will have the entire night to get used to my size.”

“Fuck,” you cursed, clenching even harder, “A-Alpha!”

“Oh, shit you liked that, huh?” he chuckled breathlessly, his mouth moving over your neck down to your tits, “You like the idea of letting this dirty alpha claim you? What would your parents say? Their pretty little daughter whoring herself out to the next best clan leader, she can find? Melting at the thought of a thick cock stretching out those walls?”

“Yeah, that’s right,” he hummed against you, “I am the only alpha who ever felt the way your pussy clamps when you’re getting close,” he sucked your nipple into his mouth, “And I am going to be the only one who knows what it feels like when you come for me.”

It was the image of him mating you, of spending all of your nights in his arms, that finally broke you. You came around his fingers with a gasp, your walls clenching so tightly it almost hurt as your hips moved against him.

“There we go,” he whispered, his fingers slowing their pace inside you, “Good girl, let it all out.”

You whimpered at his gentle words, burying your head in the crook of his neck, your entire body feeling numb and tired and relaxed in a way you had never experienced before. Your pussy was still pulsing around him and only slowly did you become aware of the wet mess between your thighs.

Feeling so vulnerable was not something you were used to and before you could even try to calm yourself down, you tried to shimmy out of his lap, avoiding his eyes. Stars knew if you looked into his eyes, it would all be over.

“Not so fast, love,” Paz grumbled, his arm keeping you close to his chest. You could feel the heat of his body against your bare skin and your eyes fluttered closed when you felt his heart beat against yours – it was just as quick.

“B-but your pants,” you mumbled, feeling shame and insecurity build up once again, “I made a mess, I’m so –“

“Don’t you dare apologize right now,” he interrupted you, his voice still so calm, his nose still at your neck and you could feel the way his scent imprinted on your skin before he pressed the lightest of kisses just under your ear, “You just came apart in my arms, little one, aftercare is non-negotiable.”

“After what?” you repeated with furrowed brows, tilting your head so he had more access to your neck.

His large hand ran over your back, to the side of your thighs until it reached behind him, closing around one of yours. “Aftercare,” he whispered, pulling your hand to his lips, his thumb brushing over the scent gland on your wrist, “I am making sure you are feeling okay, that you have enough time to come down and that you are comfortable.”

You had never been more comfortable than right now, resting against his chest. But you would never tell him that. At least not yet.

“So, who was that beta?”

“Is my husband jealous?” you joked, a small grin on your face and you turned your head, resting your chin on his chest.

Paz’s face was serious and he was looking far away as if he was lost in thought. “Maybe he is,” he grunted, his lips absentmindedly pressing a kiss against your wrist, “Maybe he is.”

(You hoped he was.)

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ladyxskywalker · 2 years

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JULY 2022 (part one)

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

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

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

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

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STAR WARS

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

✨ Anakin Skywalker

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

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

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

✨ Armitage Hux

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

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

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

✨ Boba Fett

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

✨ Din Djarin

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

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

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

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

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

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

You got me flowers? by @writingforcurrentobsessions

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

✨ Kylo Ren

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

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

✨ Obi Wan Kenobi

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

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

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

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

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

The Morning After by @scribble-dribble-writes

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

Skin & Bones, ii by @hellotherekenobi **

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

✨ Padme Amidala

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

[link under anakin skywalker ^^]

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

✨ Paz Vizsla

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

✨ Poe Dameron

Back by @roanniom **

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

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

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

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

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

ROGUE ONE

✨ Cassian Andor

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

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

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

Steam, Domestic Intimacy Prompt, by @poeticandors

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

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

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

TRIPLE FRONTIER

✨ Benny Miller

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

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

✨ Frankie Morales

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

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

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

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

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

✨ Santiago Garcia

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

✨ Will Miller

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

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

#star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfiction #rogue one fanfiction #triple frontier fanfiction #pxk monthly fic recs 💫#pxk monthly reading list 💌

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absurdthirst · 4 years

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MasterList:

** Indicates Smut

HeadCanons

Requested Scenerios

Sex Pollen MasterList

NSFW Alphabet

Kinktober 2020

Kinktober 2021

Quarantine AU - Marcus Moreno

Weekly Writing Round Up

Writer Wednesday Blurbs

Monster Fucking/Loving List

Early Morning {PP Character of choice x F!Reader}

Banging Time Machine {Multiple Character x F!Reader}

The Mandalorian:

Hidden Desires Series MasterList

Frozen Series MasterList

Stress Relief ** NSFW

Midnight Excursions ** NSFW

Muffled Sounds ** SLIGHT NSFW

Prey ** NSFW

Just Pleasure ** NSFW

Chemical Feelings ** NSFW (Sex Pollen)

Body Heat ** NSFW

Gut Wrenching ** NSFW (Sex Pollen)

Secrets ** NSFW (Virgin!Mando)

Tradition ** NSFW

The Cave ** NSFW (Sex Pollen)

In the Darkness ** NSFW

Unusual Situation ** NSFW {Mando x Reader x Ezra}

The Box ** NSFW

The View ** NSFW

Riduurok ** NSFW

Riduur ** NSFW (Part 2 of Riduurok)

Bred ** NSFW Alpha!Din

Needs ** NSFW

Me’dinuir (Share) ** NSFW {Din Djarin x Reader x Paz Vizsla}

The Deal ** NSFW {Mando x Reader x Cobb Vanth}

The Hot Springs ** NSFW

Close Quarters ** NSFW

Heavy Is The Head That Wears The Beskar ** NSFW

The Face Beneath The Beskar ** NSFW

Kar’ta ** NSFW

Bittersweet Goodbye ** NSFW

The Path (Soulmate AU) (3000 Follower Give Away Fic)

The Throne ** {King!Din AU} NSFW

Cantina Copulation ** NSFW

Le Trio de Fleur ** NSFW {Din Djarin x Reader x Paz Vizsla}

Aliit ** NSFW {Mando x F!Mandalorian Reader} NSFW

Beskar Bordello ** {Mando x F!Mandalorian Reader} NSFW

Dreams vs. Reality** {Mando x F!Reader} NSFW

Blue Crush ** NSFW

Do It Now ** NSFW

The Mand’alor ** NSFW {Mando x Mando!F!Reader}

Carbonite Cyar’ika ** NSFW {Mando x F!Reader x Poe Dameron}

The Mand’alor’s Riduur ** NSFW {Mando x F!Mando!Reader}

The Return of The Mandalorian ** NSFW

Dosed ** NSFW

Bacta Bonding ** NSFW

Winning Stakes ** NSFW

“Catfish” Frankie Morales:

Tipping Point

Endorphins **

Addicted ** (Part 2 of Endorphins)

Home Series {Catfish x Reader x Pope}

Friendly Competition Series {Catfish x Reader x Pope x Will x Benny}

Hateful Glares Series

No Smoke Without Fire ** (Sex Pollen) {Catfish x Reader x Pope x Ironhead x Benny}

The Advent Calendars

The Last Mission ** {Catfish x Reader}

The Cabin and the Coup ** {Marcus Moreno x Reader x Catfish}

The Hunt {Catfish x Reader} **

Second Chance **

Finding Family **

Oh, Brother ** {Catfish x Reader x Pope}

Happy Birthday, Mr. Garcia ** {Pope x Reader x Catfish}

Money, Money, Money ** {Catfish x Reader x Pope x Will x Benny}

Fangs & Fur ** {Werewolf!Catfish x Reader x Max Phillips}

Moonlight Madness ** {Werewolf!Catfish x Reader x Benny}

The Baby Making Team ** {Catfish x Reader x Pope}

Thankful For You **

A Very Dirty Christmas ** {TF boys x F!Reader}

Francisco’s Wife ** {Marcus Pike x F!Reader x Catfish}

New Year’s Resolution **

The Dark Side of Francisco Morales **

Wake Up Call **

Fatal Break In ** {Catfish x F!Reader x Dave York}

Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels:

First Time **

Blossoming ** (Part 2 of First Time)

The Mission **

Whiskey ** (Part 2 of The Mission)

Chapel of Love **

Fera Flores ** (Sex Pollen)

Whips and Chains Excite Me **

Experimental Love ** (Sex pollen)

Birthday Morning Wake Up **

Say My Name **

The Man With The Golden Whip **

Christmas in Cabo **

Whiskey’s Sugar **

Role of a Lifetime ** PornStar!Whiskey

Pero Tovar:

The Spaniard Series (Oberyn Martell x Reader x Pero Tovar)

Where Am I? Series {Time Traveling Tovar}

The Wolf Series {Werewolf!Pero Tovar x F!Reader}

Xìngjiāo ** (Sex Pollen)

The Inn **

All I Want **

El Baño **

Damnation or Salvation **

The Blizzard **

Blooms & Thorns **

Journey to the East **

La Esposa del Granjero **

Wedding Night **

Christmastide **

The Primal Prize ** (Alpha!Tovar x Omega!F!Reader)

The Lady’s Mercenary **

Javier Peña:

Yours **

Deseos Profundos ** (Sex Pollen)

Deseos Admitidos ** (Part 2 of Deseos Profundos)

Pureza **

Everything She Wants ** (Maxwell Lord x Reader x Javier Peña)

Celos **

La Apuesta **

Finally Home **

Whatever It Takes **

Comatose **

Working My Way Back To You **

Unexpected Family Man **

Murphy’s Sister **

El Milagro de Navidad **

His Little Family **

Picture Perfect **

Airport Hookup **

Oberyn Martell:

The Spaniard Series (Oberyn Martell x Reader x Pero Tovar)

The Best Little Whorehouse in Bravos ** (Sex Pollen)

Ménage à Quartre ** {Ezra x Reader x Oberyn x Ellaria}

Artifex Enim **

Hotel Dorne ** {Modern!Oberyn}

The Throne Room ** {Modern!Oberyn}

Ezra (Prospect):

Respite **

Helping Hand **

Laced ** (Sex Pollen)

Dreams **

Delightful Discovery **

Heat ** Alpha!Ezra

Balneum

Solatium **

Salvation ** TRIGGER WARNING

Unusual Situation ** {Mando x Reader x Ezra}

Starvation ** (Sex Pollen)

Ménage à Quartre ** {Ezra x Reader x Oberyn x Ellaria}

Illa Paulo **

From Green to Grange **

Verba Amoris **

Worth More Than Aurelac ** {Alpha!Ezra x Omega!F!Reader}

Marcus Pike:

Missing Information Series

Agent Pike Series

Love is Love Series {Dieter Bravo x F!Reader x Marcus Pike}

Trying **

Phone Call **

Lujuria ** (Sex Pollen)

The Favor **

Halloween Party ** (Sex Pollen/Breeding Kink)

Insatiable **

Pie & Professions **

As Time Goes By **

Palpable Memories **

The Raunchy Raid **

What Happens at the Cabin, Stays at the Cabin ** {Dave York x Reader x Marcus Pike}

Locked Up Love **

Unfortunate Mistakes, Fortunate Outcomes **

Love in an Elevator **

Sell My Soul For You ** {Possessed!Marcus Pike x F!Reader}

A Princess For Christmas **

Francisco’s Wife ** {Marcus Pike x F!Reader x Catfish}

A New Years To Remember **

Sugar, Sugar **

Inconvenient Heat ** {Alpha!Marcus Pike x F!Omega!Reader}

Home Invasion ** {Marcus Pike x F!Reader x Dave York}

Tequila

The Donor ** {Marcus Pike x F!Reader x Dave York}

Just Friends **

Happy Mother’s Day **

The Nightingale Effect **

Max Phillips:

My Office, Now **

Birthday Treat ** (Sex Pollen)

Noaptea Vampirului (Night of the Vampire) ** TRIGGER WARNING

Chains **

An Unexpected Forever **

Training Session **

Just a Taste **

The Evaluation **

Destiny Sucks **

Unholy Sacrifice ** (virgin reader)

The Bloodsucking Bond **

Vibe Check **

Unexpected Raise **

Gold Star Pussy **

Fangs & Fur ** {Werewolf!Catfish x Reader x Max Phillips}

Plus One **

Wife For Life! **

Courtroom Courting **

Sugartits **

Dave York:

Stormy Secret Series

Fine Line Between Love and Hate **

What Happens at the Cabin, Stays at the Cabin ** {Dave York x Reader x Marcus Pike}

Adulterous Intent **

Family Fun Series {Dave York x F!Nanny!Reader x Carol York}

Surprise

Running Towards Death **

Take Control While You Can **

Ghost of a Lover ** {Ghost!Dave York x F!Reader}

Mr. & Mrs. York **

A Nanny For Christmas ** {Plus Sized F!Reader}

Protect You At All Costs **

Late For Valentines **

Family Business ** {David York x Spanish Princess!F!Reader}

Home Invasion ** {Marcus Pike x F!Reader x Dave York}

The Donor ** {Marcus Pike x F!Reader x Dave York}

Fatal Break In ** {Catfish x F!reader x Dave York}

Family Feud ** {Dave York x F!Smith!Reader} - Mafia AU

Under His Skin ** {F!Nanny!Reader} - Sex Pollen

Marcus Moreno:

Good To Me **

Mishap in Mission Control **

Libidine ** (Sex Pollen)

The Cabin and the Coup ** {Marcus Moreno x Reader x Frankie Morales}

Yes Sir, Mr. Moreno **

First Date **

Max Lord:

Heart of Gold **

More Than A Wish ** (Sex Pollen)

Everything She Wants ** (Maxwell Lord x Reader x Javier Peña)

Lessons In Love **

1985 **

The Masked Initiation **

The Right Formula **

Zach Wellison:

A Room With A View Series MasterList

Dieter Bravo:

Love is Love Series {Dieter Bravo x F!Reader x Marcus Pike}

In the Bubble with You **

Telephone Games **

Not An Alpha ** {Omega!Dieter Bravo x F!Alpha!Reader}

Daddy Dieter **

Sex, Drugs and....Tacos **

Javi Gutierrez:

Forgotten Love **

Co-Written work Post on @wardenparker ‘s Page:

The Alewife (Co-written)

Wish You Were Here (Co-written)

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bewitchedbodyandsol · 3 years

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If I Were Not Myself

Description: Reader is a mandalorian from Din’s covert who was manipulated into taking off her helmet. HEAVILY based on Pierre and Natasha from Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812. Takes place before the child (bc age reasons and character development has not happened). Trying to stay as close to the approximate ages in Great Comet/War and Peace, putting Din at 27 while reader is 19.

Notes: Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812 makes me absolutely mad. The only spoken lines in the musical and it makes my heart shatter. Okay, I don’t think Din would be as courteous towards a dar’manda as I write him but also like, this is a Din/Pierre hybrid, so. And yes I know that based on these ages Toro Calican would have barely been born, but um, yeah <3. IT’S MY FIC AND I CAN DO WHAT I WANT. Also, this is my first time writing and posting fan fiction so um, yeah <3

Word Count: 2.9K

Rating: G

Tags/warnings: Thoughts of death (in an almost philosophical way). fem!reader Dar’manda!reader, war and peace au? No use of y/n, slightest hint of Toro Callican x reader and Paz x Reader (like they’re mentioned), age gap

If I were not myself,

But the brightest,

Handsomest,

Best man on earth,

And if I were free,

I would get down on my knees,

This minute,

And ask you for your hand.

And for your love.

The mandalorians-the mandalorian and the dar’manda, stood in front of each other. The air still. When he had initially seen her he ran towards her, he stopped less than a foot away and reached a hand out to her, but instead of taking his outstretched hand like he had expected, she slowly moved past him. She put an awkward amount of distance between the two. The gap between them too large for how friendly they normally were, while anything closer seemed too overwhelming. Din knew he had to stay far enough away to keep himself from completely engulfing the girl in an embrace, fists curling at his sides to stop himself from reaching out to her again.

----

Din had known the young woman her entire life, for she was born shortly after he had been taken in as a foundling. While all families in the covert were friendly with one another, theirs had been especially close. And they had been especially fond of each other. The age difference caused them to participate in different activities and talk with different social groups but did not stop them from interacting completely. In fact, the two mandalorians had grown to be close friends. The young girl confided in Din about her newest crush on the covert while he doted on her for it and she would laugh at the gruff noises he made while being teased by peers, watching him try to act tough while knowing he would huff and puff to her about it later.

He had watched her grow, from a nervous young girl who stood in the middle of a room filled with people simply to make them listen to her sing, to a young woman who knew how to carry herself and gain the attention of her peers from sheer presence. At the same time, the girl watched Din grow from a flustered teenage boy to a closed off young man who became more and more stoic with each passing visit.

As the years went on the two became distant, caught up in the paths life had put them on. Din started running with Ran’s crew, his visits to the covert became few and far between, while she had stayed and chose to act as a nurse for the foundlings. Their friendship seemingly evaporated, dissolved to nothing but pleasantries. The young woman noticed the growing weight on her dear friend’s shoulders, but was unknowing of the whirlwind he found himself caught in. His growing reputation, worrisome discoveries he made about himself, and the insatiable twi’lek girl he had gotten tangled with.

During his last visit home, Din had introduced the young woman to his friend Paz Vizsla. The two had known of each other for quite some time but had never formally been introduced, and quickly after he acquainted them Din felt a shift in the air, as if he was intruding on something he was not meant to see. He had not expected the pair to become so infatuated with one another. Aware of Paz’s past, the hardships he faced, losing not only a wife but a child at a young age, and the battles he fought; and the young woman’s naivete, having rarely left the covert herself and her general lack of life experience. So when he heard that they planned to wed, he had been surprised to say the least.

That had only been one year ago. A year, and yet so much had changed. Din truly had not planned on a return home for quite some time. While he had been on the planet for a while, as the crew had a job that stationed them there, he had not planned on visiting the covert. As he had no obligations to do so, prior to the holo he had received from the girl's aunt in which she explained the situation to him and pleaded for him to return. She explained how the girl had broken off her engagement to Paz and made plans to run away with Toro Calican, whom she had only known for a few days, instead. Din had heard of Calican before and had even had the ‘pleasure’ of meeting him once, he found the suave young man obnoxious and to be nothing but trouble. Oh but what angered him the most about the young man, was seeing his own worst qualities reflected right back at him. His fears and flaws were flaunted by the young mercenary. When Din heard it was Calican the girl had become involved with, he didn’t even have time to think before it had slipped past his lips that the young man himself was married, and unlike Paz his wife was still alive. The girl’s aunt had begged him to return to scare Calican off the planet and to attempt to speak some sense into the girl. But when Din had returned it had been too late, she had revealed her face to an already married man, and unknowingly to her, his friends as well. Leaving her dar’manda.

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It felt almost inappropriate to stand in front of her in this state. With her lack of armor and helmet, she might as well have been naked from a cultural standpoint. She stood in the middle of the room in her thermals. Her beskar had been stripped from her, no doubt to be given to someone more deserving, a foundling most likely. Her back towards him, Din noticed her arms hung still next to her, obviously too exhausted to even subconsciously twiddle the edges of her shirt like she used to do when she was a younger, more nervous girl. When she turned around and looked at him, it felt like she could see into his soul. The helmet prevented her from looking him in the eyes, but having worn a helmet herself and interacting with so many others who did the same, she easily knew where his were hidden behind the mask. And when he looked into her eyes, Din could see the weight of the galaxy crashing down on her.

“Din Djarin.” She tested out his name. And something in him shattered. No one had referred to him by name in so long, simply referring to him as ‘mando’, but Din Djarin was not the name she had used the last time he saw her. No, she had simply called him Din. The sudden change in formality made tense, as he took a second to respond. “Din” He took a breath and corrected her. It wasn’t until the girl’s face shot down did he realize he had started leaning forward, his weight shifted to the balls of his feet, left hand flexing at his side.

He hadn’t seen her face in six years. No one had. Like most in the covert the young girl had sworn the creed promptly at the age of 13. After swearing the creed she had grown into herself, the young nervous girl Din had become friends with was replaced by a confident young woman. A skilled fighter and diplomat, yet as charming and giddy as ever. He could only imagine how she had grown ever more captivating as time went on. Din had never thought it to be a shame if a beautiful face was hidden behind a wall of beskar, his religion more important than simple vanity, and yet. As he saw her face on full display, he understood. Understood how someone who had become so enamored by the girl could do such a selfish thing, ask her to take off her helmet.

“Vizsla was, Vizsla is your friend.” She corrected herself. Her ex-fiancé had fought in a far off battle for so long she had developed the bad habit of assuming him dead. Once again, the girl’s sudden formality was not lost on Din, referring to her ex fiancé as Vizsla rather than her usual endearing Paz. “He once told me that I should turn to you.”

He had always reproached dar’mandas, finding them to be less than. Thought they had already shown themselves to be unworthy of the mandalorian title and armor if they could so easily take it off. That it took a truly weak man to break from The Way, from a people that loved fiercely and unconditionally. He wanted so badly to despise her. To give her the same scowl and acid laced words he might anyone else. But there was something about the way the young woman held her head. As if, even though she no longer had her helmet, she still did not want her face to be shown, and at that any chance of reproach towards her had died. Instead it was replaced by a feeling of pity. He had wanted to believe he felt nothing but pity for her, but he knew that wasn’t right. There was something else, something he was unable to place.

“He’s returned. When you see him… Can you please tell him to, please tell him to forgive me.” She moved as if she meant to wring her hands, but when her fingertips found skin instead of leather gloves, they quickly shot back down to her sides.

“Yeah, I’ll-I’ll tell him.” Din’s throat tightens as he recalls his conversation with Paz. How his friend returned from battle only to hear of his fiancé having an affair, removing her helmet in front of people who were not her riduur or ade. Recalling Paz’s posture, his voice almost malicious yet so pained when he said he could not forgive the girl of her actions. How the image of Paz, a man Din looked up to, had been shattered with a few simple words. “But-”

“I know everything’s over, that chance of anything is gone.” Her head shot up, as if she had read his mind, anticipated his words. “But still, I’m haunted by what I’ve done, what I’ve done to him. Tell him please, to forgive me. For everything.”

“I’ll tell him to forgive you. I’ll tell him everything.” Din nodded, as he thought of his next words carefully. “I want to know one thing. Did you really love him? Did you love that bad man” His voice sounded hoarser than usual.

“Don’t call him bad.” She spat out. “But I, I don’t know. I really don’t.” Though the speed of her response told Din her real answer. That in some said way, yes, she really had loved Toro Calican. The man who had pushed her farther than anyone else had, pushed the boundary most important to anyone who shared their creed. Pushed her to do something she had never previously thought about. So uncaring of consequences. And if she had not loved him, she at least still held strong feelings for him. For the man who had manipulated her.

The young woman turned away from Din and began to cry. And he could hear the dam of emotions she held back break in the sob she let out. He could do nothing but watch as she began to crumple in on herself. The same feeling of pity from earlier returned, but it was now accompanied by a tenderness he had become unfamiliar with and that same something he was still unable to place. Din felt the tears pool at his jaw before he was even able to comprehend that he had started to cry. Thankful for his helmet as it prevented anyone from seeing the tears that rolled down his cheek.

“Hey, we don’t. We don’t have to talk about it anymore, ner vod.” The familiarity slipped out of his mouth, meant to comfort them both. He slowly made his way towards her, reached his hand out the same as he had done earlier. “But. I’m still, your friend. And if you ever need someone to talk to, or someone to open your heart to. Not now, but, when your mind is clear. Think of me.”

Din grew confused.

He had no idea where any of this was coming from. Especially after her had become so closed off over the past few years. He had felt more in the past few minutes here with her, warm and tender feelings that he had not realized he so dearly missed, than he possibly had in years. And there it was, that feeling he had been unable to place, unable to give a name, coming to the surface. Love. He had always carried affection towards her, in one way or another, but this was different. Love, something he had started to wonder if he was incapable of.

“Don’t talk to me like that.” She snapped. “I don’t, I don’t deserve it.” Came out softer, sadder, and she practically scurried away from the man. Like she truly believed it.

“Stop! Stop. You have the rest of your life-” The first stop a command, the second a plea. The girl stopped, her back still faced him.

“The rest of my life? My life is over.” The girl reached the doorway she had entered through earlier, a tight grip on the wall.

“Over.” He repeated. Looking at the girl, he saw a reflection of himself. His fears and flaws hung heavy around the girl. The same horrible thoughts that had plagued his mind not so long ago.

The knowledge that one was capable of hurting people doing bad things, the thought that death might be more accepting and caring fate. The fear that life had ended before it even began. But unlike when he had seen those same traits in Toro Calican, who wore them with pride, he saw the same level of fear in the young woman that he had felt.

And suddenly, everything stopped.

“If I were not myself.”

The young woman froze at his words. Din had not even registered that he was speaking until he had finished.

“But the brightest, handsomest

Best man in the galaxy”

Din had done bad things. Din had done bad things and enjoyed doing them. He had dangerous thoughts, dangerous intentions, and a dangerous way of life. He knew he was still not the man he needed to be. So much to improve upon before even thinking of settling down with someone, let alone the young woman in front of him. Though she was not perfect either, not the woman he knew she was capable of becoming, but he still thought she was deserving of perfection.

“And If I were free-” His throat threatened to close.

The Xi’an of it all was, Din was not in the position to be offering his love to someone else. And while they were not the ideal couple, he was still tied to her. He had his suspicions that the twi’lek girl might have been seeing other men along with him, but it did not stop him from remaining faithful to the girl. Along with the weight of his relationship on his heart, was the beskar lock he kept tight on it. His creed, the most important thing in his life. What he held himself to above all else. She was dar’manda, while he was not. A fact he could not simply ignore. Any hopes of a relationship between the two had been destroyed when she revealed herself. But he could not stop himself from loving her, from wishing he could do this one thing for her.

“I would get down on my knees this minute

And ask you for your hand” His voice strained. It could truly be that simple, they could be married in the matter of seconds. Vows exchanged, tied to each other for the rest of their lives. It was something he had never dreamed of, but as he stood in front of the young woman now. There was nothing he wanted more.

“And for your love”

The young woman turned around.

And reality comes crashing down.

She makes her way over to him faster than Din thought safe for someone in her state. Her breaths jagged as she tries to control her tears. Tenderness replacing the earlier weight in her eyes.

His breath hitches when her hand touches the cheek of his helmet. But he lets her, trusting her single hand to not make any bold moves, knowing the girl would not dare to lift the helmet off his head, to damn him to the same fate she had damned herself. Din’s breath catches in his throat, his eyes closing behind his helmet as he leans into her hand. A tear rolls down his cheek. The young woman simply looks at the man in front of her. And she gives him the softest smile he has ever seen.

“Oh Din,” she whispers. ‘Thank you’, she means to continue, but the words are caught in her throat, leaving her to simply mouth them instead. She lets her hand fall from his face and leaves the room, smiling.

Din stands and watches her leave, trying to hold back any oncoming tears, and lets out a shaky breath. Realizing his job here is done, he turns around to leave. Bumping into the doorway on his way out, he takes a deep steady breath, and makes his way to the Razor Crest.

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codenamewitcher · 3 years

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codenamewitcher’s Weekly Fanfic Recs for Jan. 17, 2021 - Jan. 23, 2021

DO NOT read marked 18+ if you are under the age of 18!

Also sorry if I mark your fic as untitled, I couldn’t find one. so if there is one please lmk. Same goes for if you don’t want to your fic on this list.

Din Djarin

Wait (Oneshot, 0.9k words) by @reluctant-mandalore Din Djarin x Reader, the Reader is in a coma and Din talks to them in hopes of waking them up. Warnings: coma, angst, use of the Child’s name, fluff,

Grant a Name to a Buried and a Burning Flame (Multiple Parts, Ongoing) by @flightlessangelwings Din Djarin x Reader, Hades x Persephone AU. Warnings: arranged marriage, angst, fluff.

Boba Fett

alive and well (Oneshot) by @cap-n-stuff Boba Fett x Reader, the Reader was there when Boba fell into the Sarlacc pit and doesn’t believe it is really Boba on the Hutt throne. Warnings: SEASON 2 SPOILERS, language, angst, fluff, soft!boba.

Untitled fic (Oneshot) by @bobaandthefetts Boba Fett x F!Reader x Fennec Shand, Warnings: 18+, smut, language.

Maxwell Lord

I Wished for your Happiness (Oneshot, 1.6k words) by @whatanoof Maxwell Lord x F!Reader, Alistair wishes for his father’s happiness and it brings someone back that Max lost years ago. Warnings: angst

Oberyn Martell

Honorable Intentions (Multiple Parts, Ongoing) by @bitchin-beskar Oberyn Martell x F!Reader, the reader is a Lady Stark and ends up doing out of character things for a Stark, this is set before the show. Warnings: 18+, smut, language, mentions of death, violence, war, kidnapping, and infidelity, pregnant!reader.

Untitled fic (Oneshot, 2.6k words) by @letsasoiaftogether Oberyn Martel x F!Reader x Ellaria Sand, the Reader indulges in Ellaria and Oberyn finds them and joins in. Warnings: 18+, smut, language.

Marcus Moreno

Can’t Sleep Alone (Oneshot) by @girlwithanewplan Marcus Moreno x F!Reader, its the anniversary for the death of Marcus’s late wife and the reader comes to comfort him. Warnings: grief, angst

Javier Peña

night shift (Oneshot, 2.5k words) by @sergeantbannerbarnes Javier Peña x Reader, the Reader meets Javi in a bar and their relationship become more than what either expected. Warnings: language, implied sex, mentions of alcohol.

strategies (Oneshot) by @mudhornchronicles Javier Peña x F!Reader, while on a stake out, the Reader and Steve plan on a way to catch a narco without Javi’s knowledge. Warnings: 18+, language, violence, mentions of sex.

Marcus Pike

Conference Room B (Oneshot) by @yespolkadotkitty Marcus Pike x Reader, Marcus comes to visit the Reader after being in DC for while. Warnings: 18+, smut, language

Paz Vizsla

flowers in your hair (Oneshot, 0.9k words) by @pedrosbish Paz Vizsla x F!Reader, Warnings: talks of conceiving, fluff

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Untitled (Headcanons) by @lunasblipsandblurbs Javier Peña, Marcus Moreno, and Din Djarin x Reader, the boys react to the reader who’s normally calm under pressure but gets overwhelmed. Warnings: overwhelmed reader.

Untitled (Headcanons) by @thefanbasewhore Din Djarin, Javier Peña x F!Reader, taking a bath with Javi and Din. Warnings: pregnant!reader in Javi’s headcanon, fluff.

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multific · 1 year

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Parents

Paz Vizsla x Reader

"Ragnar Vizsla!" the young Mandalorian turned and looked at the person yelling for him.

Upon seeing his mother Ragnar started to run.

They met halfway. You scooped him up into your arms, breathing him in.

Tears ran down your face as you looked at Bo Katan and Din Djarin.

"Thank you." both gave you a nod before your husband arrived by your side and decided to get you to a more private place.

Going back to your home, you never once let go of Ragnar.

"Riduur, you should sit down." said Paz as he tried to pull you to the couch.

"Yes, Mother, it would be best for the baby." Ragnar said as he too was rather worried.

"Thank you, but I was very worried." you said as you sat down finally. You reached out for Ragnar who hugged you.

"I am fine. I am back home." said the young boy, reassuring you and Paz.

"Thank you for bringing him back," you said to Paz who only nodded.

"Of course," you were just happy to finally have your son back.

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"My beautiful mother, she is such a great soul. Even if she isn't a Mandalorian, she had all the great values of one. She loves my father, me and my brothers with all of her heart. My father is a great warrior, he taught me a lot and took me in as a foundling. When my mother got pregnant with my brother, I was scared they would neglect me since I wasn't their blood, but that never happened. Both of them treated me as their own, and I am. I am their son."

Ragnar remembers telling this story and many more of his parents for as long as he lived and after, his children told the stories of their grandparents.

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pilothusband · 3 years

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A lit torch to the woodpile high (part 3)

A Paz VIzsla Bartender!AU

Rating: M (this one gets spicy folks)

Pairing: Paz Vizsla x F!Reader

Warnings: Alcohol (they work in a bar), pining, death/grief mention, masturbation, fantasies of p in v sex, Paz puts himself in horny jail, light smut

Word count: 3.1k

Description: This one is purely self-indulgent. You decide to up the ante and make Paz’s life (and other parts of him) hard. Harlow is a lil shit, but we love for for it.

Author’s note: I’m still not completely satisfied with this chapter, but I’ve been working on it for far too long. Lightly edited, unbeta’d. Please go here to be added to the taglist! This one goes out to my pal May. Missing you on my dash. Hope you see this update and enjoy it 🥰

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

He couldn’t get you out of his head. It was maddening.

It had been a long time since anyone had stirred these kinds of feelings up for him, and he doesn’t recall it ever hitting him like a freight train.

He used to think of life in two absolutes: Before he lost everything and After, when he had to pick up the pieces. Now he was starting to think there was more to it, that those absolutes were just parts of him.

If only he wasn’t such a miserable bastard. You were the light in a dark sky. Not just for him, for everyone. He saw the delighted smile that was plastered on Rick’s face after you walked in every day and asked him how his grandchildren were doing, if his wife’s knee was feeling any better.

Paz noticed the change in Harlow’s demeanor now that she had a friend who could build her up when she talked about her dreams. Hell, Madge snuck you food every chance she got, and she only ever did that for him.

He found himself lying awake in bed tonight, as usual, trying to calm the stream of thought that entered his head. Before you, he only could ever think about the ghosts of his past. People he had loved and lost.

But now? Now as he closed his eyes, he saw your eyes, sparkling with delight. Your lips, in a pout, then stretched over a brilliant smile.

The delicate curve of your neck and shoulder. Your ass. He groaned out loud. God, your ass was out of this world. The way it moved when you bent over to grab a dish towel from the bottom shelf. He always had to look away before his thoughts got away from him, or else his mind would wander and he would imagine snaking his arms over yours and caging you to the bar, rolling his hips into yours. You would wiggle your ass against him and throw your head back to see his reaction.

Fuck. Now he was hard. Every time this happened, he would either watch some porn or force himself to think of a woman he didn’t know, someone who he dreamed up in his head.

But no faceless stranger or actress could quite do it for him like you would. He could feel his self control crumbling as he reached into his boxer briefs and fisted his aching cock, taking it out and letting it sit heavy against his stomach, straining with need.

He ran a finger up the underside, imagining it was you teasing him, getting acquainted with how hot and hard he was for you. He let himself picture you, naked and in between his legs, stroking him gently, watching him come apart underneath you. Ideally, he’d flip you over and dive face first into your cunt, lapping wide stripes at your slick folds with his tongue, then sucking your clit into his mouth. He would wait until you’re mewling under him, then he’d plunge a finger into you, stretching you around his finger and adding another. He’d wait until you came in his mouth at least twice before he fucked you. He’d have you begging for his cock, so slick with need it dripped down your thighs.

In this part of the fantasy, you’re so feral for him, your eyes bright and wide looking up at him with hunger, that he acquiesces, and you climb onto his lap and bounce up and down on his cock.

He was stroking himself faster now, feeling so close to the edge. He grit his teeth, growling your name as he came all over his fist, spurts reaching up his stomach, almost all the way to his chest.

As soon as he came to his senses, he sighed, feeling disgusted with himself.

There was a moment in the bed of his truck that night, where you had stared at him, your gaze flickering down to his mouth as you licked your bottom lip. It was just a small flash of your tongue– but it gave him hope for a moment. He had hope that someone as beautiful and kind as you could see through the darkness within him, see the guy he used to be before he lost everything.

But that part of Paz died, along with the family he cared so deeply for. The remaining ones scattered to the wind, unable to carry on pretending like everything hadn’t changed.

He sighed deeply, getting up to wash the shame off himself. At least he’d sleep soundly tonight and dream of a reality where he could hold you in his arms.

Paz seemed to be in higher spirits lately, following your chat in his office. It wasn’t like he skipped into the room and had birds fluttering around his head, like a Disney princess, but he didn’t snap at anyone who made eye contact with him, so it was a noticeable difference.

That was the hot topic conversation of the day, especially for Harlow. She couldn’t get over the 360 change that seemingly happened overnight.

“So, did you doink the grumpy out of him or what?” Harlow asked. She was leaning over the bar, looking at you expectantly with her hands under her chin.

“Of course not!” You said, a little too loudly. “There has not, and will not be any doinking, ever.”

“This sounds like work appropriate conversation,” a deep voice drawled.

You both spun around, not expecting to see him standing in the doorway, his eyebrow arched. He was clearly unimpressed.

“I’m going to go clean the bathrooms,” Harlow said, dashing out back. Fucking traitor.

You prayed to the almighty maker that the floor would open up and swallow you whole, but there was no such luck in store for you today.

“Hey Paz,” you said, trying to sound casual, as if Harlow hadn’t been talking about your non-existent sex life.

“Hey you,” he said, mimicking your tone. “I actually came out here to ask you if you could swap a shift with Harlow next Friday. I fucked up and scheduled her on a day she requested off. You’d get Sunday off in return.”

“Sure,” you agreed, nodding. “I don’t have any plans.”

“You don’t have any plans to ‘doink’ anyone that night?” He teased.

You could feel your face heating up in embarrassment.

“Not unless you know any willing volunteers.”

Paz barked out a laugh.

“I might know a guy,” he said, a smirk etched on his handsome face.

You both cursed and thanked the powers above that a customer decided to walk in right at that moment. Of course it was Bob. He usually was the first to come in and one of the last to leave.

Not wanting to lose whatever contest was going on (real or perceived), you gave Paz a coy smile and leaned over the bar to take Bob’s order, making sure you poked your ass out further than necessary.

You couldn’t see Paz’s reaction, but when he exited without so much of a goodbye, you gave yourself an internal fist pump.

In hindsight, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to (potentially) break a dress code at work, but in your defense it was hotter than the surface of the sun, and internal temperature of the bar only seemed to get higher as the night went on.

Also, maybe it would be an added bonus if you got to torture a giant, brooding bartender in the process.

You felt pretty proud of your decision to wear your thinnest bralette, squeeze into your smallest pair of shorts, paired with a t-shirt that was just a little too small.

Of course your car decided to stall 3 times on the way to work, and your AC was busted so you walked in 15 minutes late, already feeling like a frizzy, sweaty mess. Your entrance wasn’t as grand as you were hoping, feeling like your half-assed attempt at makeup had already melted off your face, and the black v-neck you wore was clinging to you in all the wrong places, mainly your sweaty back and right under your bra.

In your rush to clock in before the 20-minute mark, you crashed right into Paz, almost falling and landing on your ass. Paz, of course, barely moved a centimeter. His hand shot out, grabbing you by the shoulder to hold you steady.

“Woah there, small fry, be careful,” he murmured. His hand was large and warm. You had to take a deep breath to get a hold of yourself.

“Paz, I’m so sorry I’m late. My fucking car stalled out on the way and–” you started babbling, pushing your sweaty mane back, praying he couldn’t see the sweat stains on your shirt.

“It’s okay, shit happens. You need someone to look at your car? I know a guy.” He was leaning forwards to get a better look at you, looking concerned. You had trouble controlling how fast your heart was beating and your lungs felt like they couldn’t get enough air. It was plain bizarre, the affect this man had on you with a simple gesture.

I know a guy. Your cheeks felt warm remembering the last time he uttered that sentence.

You had expected him to get angry with you for being late. Hell, you remember the gruff tone he gave you on your first day when he said to show up on time.

“I- I um,” you were having a hard time coming up with words, too distracted by the sensation of Paz’s thumb rubbing soothing circles on your shoulder, brushing against your collar bone. Despite the heat, you felt goosebumps rise on your flesh and your nipples instantly pebbled. You stole a quick glance down to make sure it wasn’t obvious. Shit, it totally was.

“I’m fine, thank you.”

“Let me know if you change your mind,” he replied. Had his voice dropped a few octaves or were you just imagining it? He removed his hand from your shoulder, much to your chagrin, and backed up a little, giving you a once-over.

“Go ahead and clock in and give yourself a couple minutes to get settled. It should be slow today,” he gave you a soft smile.

“Okay, thanks,” you said, giving him a shy smile in return.

It was about 3 hours into your 8 hour shift and it was dead. There wasn’t a single customer in sight. It wasn’t that surprising, given it was a Tuesday, but God were you bored. It was just you and Paz tonight, with Paz sending Madge home (with pay) and no one else being scheduled.

You didn’t really mind, though, figuring it was a good time to get to know Paz better. He was wiping the already clean bar down for the fifth time that night, really driving the bartender stereotype home.

“You’re going to start wearing the varnish down at this rate,” you laughed, gesturing at the rag in his hand.

He looked down, shaking his head in a playfully exasperated way and let out an embarrassed huff of laughter.

“Alright, how do you suggest we pass the time?”

“How about 20 questions?”

Paz immediately groaned in protest.

“Oh shut up, you big baby, I’ll answer first. Go ahead,” you cocked your chin at him. “Got any questions you’re dying to ask me?”

“Why did you apply for a job here?”

Your first instinct was to deflect, but you did suggest this game, and figured you just had to bite the bullet and answer honestly.

“To be honest, I still haven’t figured out what I want to do,” you explained. “I know, kind of pathetic for someone my age. I took a bartending class at the local adult learning center, got a certificate and just kind of walked in here and asked for an application on a whim.”

Paz could sense your discomfort, how you were ashamed that you hadn’t found your way yet. It was something he could identify with, in a way.

“That’s not pathetic at all,” he said, crossing his arms. “Plenty of people don’t know what they want to do at your age.”

You shrugged, not wanting to continue the subject.

“Boxers or briefs?”

Paz arched an eyebrow, his ever-present sign of judgement coming through.

“That’s what you’re dying to ask me?”

“No, but I figured I’d warm you up first,” you said, giving him a cheeky smile.

“Boxer briefs. Favorite color?”

“Blue. Where did you grow up?”

Paz’s casual expression faltered at the question.

“Far away. I’d rather not get into it today, if you don’t mind.” The easy smile vanished from your face, replacing it with a nod of understanding.

“That’s totally fine, Paz. I’m sorry if I overstepped,” you sat down at a table, and gestured at the chair across from you, signaling him to sit down. You wanted him to feel at ease around you.

“You and your apologies,” Paz said, a look of fond disbelief on his face. “You have nothing to apologize for, mesh’la.”

A beat of silence passed, waiting for Paz to think of a question. You wanted to ask him what that word he had called you meant, but you had a feeling he would dodge the question.

“Who were you and Harlow talking about yesterday?” Paz rested his chin in his hand, giving you a shit-eating grin. He must have known the answer already, given the smug look on his face.

You felt the color drain out of your face.

“Why do you want to know so badly?” You countered. In the back of your mind, you thought you probably shouldn’t have talked back to your boss, but his smile didn’t waver. In fact, it only got wider.

“That doesn’t answer my question, sweetheart,” he drawled, stretching his legs and crossing one over the other.

“Harlow,” you thought of a way to word this without incriminating yourself or your friend. But screw it, she had opened her big mouth in the first place. “Harlow thinks there’s something going on between you and me.”

You briefly wondered if his facial muscles were used to this kind of workout, with the grin that refused to let up.

“And your answer was basically, ‘ew no’, ouch,” he chuckled.

“It’s not like– ugh. Fuck you.” You hid your face in your hands. He laughed harder. You had to do something to flip this around, gain back a little power over the situation.

Oh. An evil thought entered your brain. You removed your hands from your face and smirked. Paz was still grinning, but you saw a hint of fear in his eyes.

“Pray tell, what would you have preferred I said?”

Paz leaned back in his chair and regarded you for a moment. It seemed you had thrown him through a loop. You couldn’t help but feel pleased with yourself.

But then he leaned forward, placing both of his large hands on the table, a hungry look in his eyes.

“You can say whatever you want to Harlow,” he said, his voice even but significantly huskier than usual. “But I’d prefer it if you didn’t lie to yourself.”

It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest any second now. You weren’t sure if he was being serious and it was making your head spin.

A sound came from the kitchen, snapping you both out of the moment. You sprung apart, despite having a table between your bodies.

“Okay lovebirds, I’m heading home.” It was Madge, standing by the kitchen doors, snickering at your antics.

“Night, Madge,” Paz called.

You waved feebly and offered a weak “goodnight” at her retreating figure.

It had been too quiet since she had left. Paz seemed unwilling to continue the conversation, opting to brood silently. You muttered something about getting a head start on inventory and retreated into the dusty storage closet to pretend you were counting inventory. Though, you didn’t bring a pen and paper with you, so really you just went out back to stare at a bunch of kegs and liquor bottles, hoping they would miraculously answer all of the questions that were whirring through your brain.

You must have been staring at a bottle of Hennessy for at least a full 5 minutes when the door opened. Paz looked absolutely wrecked. His hair was mussed up, as if he had been running his fingers through it. His chest was heaving as if he had just sprinted a mile.

“Paz.” His name came out of your mouth like a prayer. You weren’t sure what you were asking of him, but you knew you needed him to act.

He stepped closer, slowly, as if he was afraid the floor would open up from under his feet.

“Tell me to stop.” Paz was just inches away now, caging you into the shelves behind you with his arms.

“What if I don’t want you to stop?” You asked, tipping your chin up to look at him.

He growled and tangled his fingers in your hair, kissing you with fervor.

Despite the ferocity of his kiss, his lips were so soft, so pliant. You moaned and licked into his mouth needing to taste him. Paz moaned, pushing you into the shelves further.

“You drive me crazy,” he panted, pressing his forehead to yours. You responded by capturing his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling him back to your mouth. You were rewarded with a low groan and a push of his hips.

He was hard. That knowledge sent you into a haze. You needed him closer. Your arms went around his shoulders, kneading and pulling him in. He broke the kiss and peppered smaller kisses on your jaw, then down your neck.

“You wear these tiny little shorts and tight shirt to torture me?” He asked, already knowing the answer. He nibbled at your collar bone, hitting a spot that had you throwing your head back against the shelves.

“Yes,” you chuckled breathlessly.

“Mmm, knew it,” he answered, running his hands down your back, down to your ass, giving it a generous squeeze that had you mewling.

“I’ve been hard all fucking day, seeing you waltz around in those shorts, with your nipples hard, begging to be sucked.”

He rubbed his thumb over one of your nipples, causing it to pebble. Paz swallowed your gasp with his mouth, giving you another searing kiss.

Reality came rearing its ugly head in the form of the front door opening. Paz huffed and pressed his forehead to yours, hands coming around your hips to help you off the shelf.

“Duty calls,” he sighed, reaching his hand down into his jeans to adjust himself. Your mouth watered at the sight.

Paz exited the closet, strolling out and greeting the customer as if nothing had just happened, while you stole a few moments to yourself to get your bearings.

It was going to be a long night.

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maybege · 2 years

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Here Comes The Bride I - Scent

Summary: On your way to marry Dreks, you are attacked. (Part 1 of Here Comes The Bride)

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

Wordcount: 1.0k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, Western-esque AU, friend to enemies to lovers, mentions of forced marriage, abduction

Whoop whoop! Welcome to Part 1 of 4 of this shrt series for @clydesducktape May Writing Challenge! Every week will be a new short chapter based on a prompt that you selected❤ I challenged myself to at least try and use every single trope that you suggested in the votes as well which is why this might be a bit mish-mashy but it is a lot of fun! This is Old West inspired but honestly it is more about the vibes than historical accuracy and I actually see it more as an Old West Planet rather than a historical AU if that makes sense? Either way, don’t @ me about historical inaccuracy because I really don’t care about it at this point lol The parts will be a bit shorter than other series as I am writing this on short notice but I hope that you all enjoy it nonetheless. As always, let me know what you thought in a comment or reblog!

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“I think this is a horrible idea.”

“Well, too bad nobody cared what you think, princess.”

“I could still be a medic! I have the training! I don’t understand why Dreks wants me as his wife when I could be much more of an asset if he would just let me –“

“Shut up!”

You took a step back, offended at the harsh tone your guardian for the journey had taken with you. Briggs had never talked to you like that. He was the oldest of your father’s advisors and indisputably the most loyal. There was never a time when you had not seen him at your parents’ sides and

To be fair to him, if you were in his shoes, you would have been tense too. You had stopped in the middle of the valley, surrounded by sandy rocks and desert beyond to change a broken wheel at the carriage. The sun was beating down on your back, the heat almost unbearable and it did not help that in your hurry this morning, you had managed to bind your corset the wrong way and the pain in your back and chest made the already bumpy journey even more uncomfortable.

But Dreks had insisted on your wedding taking place as soon as possible and your father did not want to risk the wrath of the neighbouring clan, especially now that your numbers were so weak.

And now here you were, stranded on an abandoned stretch of street, an old man with his best years behind him, a grumpy carriage driver who did not talk and you, a miserable but duty-driven bride who would much rather work in the healing wings than become some clan leader’s trophy wife. Because that was all you would ever be for Dreks, an omega trophy wife he could show off to his business partners. You shuddered at the thought.

Briggs was still listening out for whatever he had imagined hearing moments before. His head tilted. “Did you hear that?” he asked you, turning his head this and that way as he tried to get a better view up at the mountains.

“The only thing I hear is your stubbornness,” you huffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest as you tried to arch your back this and that way. If only you could manage to retie this dammed corset on your own …

A weathered hand landed on your upper arm and you flinched, fear spiking your scent as you turned to see a worried look on the carriage driver’s face.

“Get inside, girl,” he grunted, “I think we have company.”

“I can help,” you said, your heart racing in your chest, “Briggs, please, maybe we can negotiate –“

But the older man would not hear it. “Get in there,” he hissed, “I don’t want to be the one to explain to your parents why I could not protect you on your way to your groom.”

“If you get the chance, tell him none of this would have happened if he didn’t make me marry this horrid man,” you retorted but nonetheless made the climb into the carriage. At least you were out of the sun this way, even if the air felt stifled with heat.

Briggs closed the door, a frown on his face and that was when you heard it.

Horses.

Many of them.

Before you could fully grasp what that meant – you were being robbed! On the open road! – the first gunshot fell and you cowered in the corner, trying to make yourself as small as possible. The horses neighed and you could hear shouts, screams, and the scatters of the falling gravel as the men clamoured down the mountainside.

You tried to think of any money you might have – that Briggs might have – maybe even the jewels adorning your neck and hands. You would give them anything if they would only let you pass in peace. Stars knew it wouldn’t hurt Drek’s financial prospects he liked to brag about buying more jewels if he thought you really needed them.

“Tie him up!” you heard a deep voice and suddenly became aware of footsteps nearing the door to the carriage.

Frozen in fear, you tried to calm down your breathing. You knew that the fear would make your scent extra prominent and hope that maybe the presence of all these alphas and beats would simply … cover yours. The last thing you needed was the robbers realizing that there was an omega hidden there.

Closing your eyes, you tried to imagine yourself somewhere else, somewhere safer with someone who made you feel safe. The images in your head morphed into the healing wings a year ago, a warm and deep voice, large hands that touched yours so gently, and a scent that made you feel all kinds of things.

It was like it was in your nose again, that mixture of woods and smoke and herbs that made butterflies appear in your belly. You had teased him, once, about how tasty he smelled, unable to hide the tremble in your voice at being so nervous to speak with him. The large warrior had only laughed, his body bumping against yours as he had crowded you against the counter in the pharmacy and you had let him. “You are the one who smells all sweet and fruity, omega,” he had rumbled, his nose brushing against your jaw and your heart still skipped a beat at the memory, “Are you going to let me have a taste?”

The door to the carriage was ripped open and you squeaked, trying to make yourself feel small when faced with a giant of an alpha. He was truly huge, filling out the small doorway almost completely. His eyes were piercing and you frowned when you saw a familiar dark blue bandanna covering the lower half of his face.

But you did not need to see everything to know who was standing in front of you. Because it was the same smell as in your memory, the same man that had made you feel safe and who had abandoned you only weeks later.

“Paz,” you breathed, feeling like your stomach dropped.

“Hi there, omega,” he grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling, “You are coming with me.”

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djxrxn · 4 years

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lady of the house

paz vizsla x reader

warnings: explicit sexual content! cursing, oral (female recieving), consentual loss of virginity, unprotected vaginal sex, some edging, breeding kink, creampie, slight cum play, paz is a little rough

word count: 3.7 k

a/n: okay !! thank you to the anon who suggested this !! so this is a au of sorts - it’s definitely inspired by @magichandthing’s clan au in terms of how the houses and elders work, but i sort of envisioned this as like the empire never took mandalore so all of the major clans and houses are still around au !! this is also sort of a trial run - lady of the house is going to be a series ! i really want to like elaborate and expand on how the two met and how their relationship grows so yeehaw !! thank you AS ALWAYS to my loves miss k ( @jangofctts ) and miss e ( @bobafctts ) who are extremely supportive and kind and helpful ugh my QUEENS!! ily so much !! okay enjoy !

The sky looked like it was on fire. Gorgeous oranges and vibrant yellows streaked across the great vast that hung over your head. A soft pink danced among clouds, a soft violet hung around the stars that started to show above the small moon you were on. The two suns were almost done slinking behind the horizon, and you could feel the last beams of sunlight graze against your face before the cool night settled down.

You were glad you had chosen to wear something that revealed more of your back tonight - you felt his hand trail down your spine and settle on the small of your back.

Paz Vizsla pulled you closer to his chest. Another gloved hand went to cradle your shoulder, his touch gentle and reverent.

“It’s getting dark - I don’t want you to be cold,” he said. Paz held out his hand to you. “I, uh, can I escort you inside?”

His hand held yours - it always surprised you how large his hands were compared to you, how little you were in his shadow - he guided you through the plush courtyard and ushered you inside before the cold could catch up to you two.

As he lead you through the long hallways and twisting corridors - stairways that lead to sections of the estate you had never seen, Elders who crossed your path with a respectful nod, Mandalorian warriors clad head-to-toe in Beskar steel, all of it a complete distraction - the request you had spent all day carefully wording began to slither up your throat.

It had been a few months since the announcement of your betrothal to Paz Vizsla, leader of Clan Vizsla. You were comfortable with him, you enjoyed his presence immensely, so it shouldn’t be so krifing hard to ask him if you were allowed to sleep in his bed - or, yours, you supposed. It didn’t really matter, as long as you were with him.You just wanted to sleep in his arms, to feel his body curl around yours.

You swallowed your nerves. It was time to ask him - now. “Clan Leader Vi-”

“Paz,” he said, squeezing your hand. “You’re my wife to be, you’re allowed to call me Paz.”

You looked away, your smile breaking apart your mouth, the blush on your cheeks growing almost too warm. His hand moved to guide your face back to his direction. Your eyes flicked to the black void of his visor.

Wife.

For weeks, the word made your stomach turn. For weeks, the idea of being the Leader of Clan Vizsla’s wife made your whole world spin. Hearing Paz’s name fall from your family’s mouths send you into a rage. You through fits and had tried every way possible to get out of this arrangement.

But meeting Paz Vizsla was entirely different than what you had envisioned. You had anticipated a huge brute, a rude man who gave no regards to what you thought or what you wanted.

Well, you got a huge brute, but -

“I didn’t mean-“ Paz stumbled over his words, not quite sure whether to apologize or to explain. “I only meant-“

“It’s okay,” you said, a soft smile finding its way to your face as you gave the word a try: “I don’t mind the idea being called your wife.”

A choking noise echoed from under his helmet. He faltered, not knowing what to say or do. Paz seemed stuck. He stopped walking.

“What, not interested in me anymore?” Your voice echoed, clearly teasing him.

Paz’s hands hesitated as he reached for you - pausing slightly before surging on to hold your face. “I don’t think I could want you more,” he brushed his thumb over your cheek before tugging your head towards his. Your foreheads tapped together in a Keldabe kiss.

“What changed?” He asked softly.

“I mean - it’s not that I -“

You let out a frustrated noise, your brow furrowing up. You weren’t really sure how to word it correctly to him - you had been struggling to find a specific word, to pin down a specific emotion that you could explain.

“I wanted to be married,” you said, chewing up the words, slowly getting your point across, like any syllable had the potential to hurt Paz if you weren’t careful. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt your betrothed. “And I wanted a family, I just… I just wanted everything to be on my terms.”

He nodded. “I understand that…”

A smile - sweet and genuine and adoring - crossed your face. “You’ve been patient, I appreciate it.”

Paz shrugged. “I wasn’t lying when I told you I wasn’t going to force you into something you didn’t want.”

“And…” You said, “What if I want something now?”

He laughed, tugging you along. “You know I’ll give you whatever you want. All you have to do is ask.”

You arrived at your room too early for your liking - there was still so much you wanted from him, more touches, more affection. You didn’t want the day to end just to be alone for the whole night.

He cleared his throat. “This is you.”

“Right…”

You waited a moment before looking at the ground. “Would…”

Paz lifted a finger to your chin, guiding your gaze back to his visor. “Ask me anything - I’m serious, whatever you want -”

“I just want you,” you said, your confession slightly taking you aback with how sure you sounded, how confident your desire for him was. “Will you… do you want to come in?”

He nodded immediately, brushing your hair back behind your ear. “Sure - I wouldn’t mind.”

“Okay, but do you want to come in?”

This helmet cocked to the side, and you had a feeling that if he wasn’t wearing a helmet, you would have seen Paz roll his eyes at you.

“Of course I want to come in.”

You stopped in front of the door. It slid up with a shink, revealing your room.

Lavish barely begins to describe your room. A dark blue theme echoed throughout the room, an obvious reminder of the clan you would belong to. Couches draped in soft fabrics littered the lower half of your bedroom. They were adorned with elaborate embroidery, trailing around the cushions and armrests - more time had been spent into these couches than another furniture you had seen before. The bed, larger than any you had ever slept, begged to be inhabited by two bodies. You wanted Paz to lay with you in the silk sheets, to cradle your body as you admired the murals sewn into the canopy.

“So,” he said “You got me in your room - now what?”

“Oh, uh…” You glanced over at the bed, but thought better of it. “I, uh, mostly just wanted some alone time with you.”

“As opposed to the time we were just spending?”

You gave him a nervous smile. “I just thought we could use some privacy-”

“Oh, you mean you weren’t having a great time standing outside while every other member of the Clan watched us?” He poked your sides, and you giggled, swatting at his chest for him to stop - “You mean you didn’t enjoy that?”

You pushed at his shoulder - he barely moved. He held his palm up to your cheek, and you leaned into his touch.

“You look nervous, what's wrong?” His hand dropped to rest near your neck. Your heartbeat felt uncomfortably loud in your own ears - you were almost positive he could feel it too.

“I, um, I want to-”

Now. Now was the time - he had never rejected your small advances before, whether it was to dine with him, or inviting him on your daily walks. And even if he did refuse you, Paz had given you no reason to think that he would be cruel about it.

Right?

“-Sleep with you.”

He paused. He dropped his hands away from you - your stomach dropped and no, no, no -

“Was that it?” Paz asked flatly. “That’s what you were trying to ask me?”

You scoffed. “Yes, that was it.”

He shrugged. “I just figured the request would be a lot, uh, worse?”

“Well, I mean, we aren’t exactly wed yet, and -”

“Oh.” He paused for a moment. “Baby, are you asking to sleep in my bed or…?”

You stopped. You hadn’t considered the option to actually sleep with your betrothed.

Fuck, it sounded so nice.

“I’m-“ You lowered your voice. “I was asking to just sleep in your bed, but, uh, now I’m asking to sleep with you.”

Paz did say anything for a moment. You felt your pulse spike, and your chest felt tight,

“I just wasn’t sure - that’s why I never brought it up, and I didn’t want to, uh…” You swallowed. “Assume, you know.”

“I know.”

Paz gave a small hum, tracing the curve of your cheeks with a single digit.

“I don’t want to disrespect the Way,” you rambled on, twisting at your fingers. “I’m- I’m not really sure how that works…”

His finger traveled across your jaw. You let out a short huff when his finger moved to tease your lips. “I really just want you.”

“I was hoping you would ask me.” His voice was low and dark - you have never heard it like this before. It went to the pulse between your legs, stoking a fire in you.

You were so willing to burn for Paz.

He tugged at your clothes. “Take these off, and lay down on the bed, pretty.”

You swallowed, your nerves spiking you with your blood. Your steps towards the bed were nervous and unsure - you almost tripped as you moved up the few steps to the upper half of your room.

Your face felt like it was on fire. You slipped out of your garments, your hands trembling over your skin until you were stark naked -

A rip cut through your nerves. Your head whirled around to see that Paz had ripped off a piece of the thickest blanket from one of the couches.

His visor moved up to graze your naked form.

“Maker, you’re gorgeous, you know that?”

You let out a small, nervous laugh. “You’re just saying that because I’m naked, Paz.”

“Mm.”

He took a few steps towards you, but he didn’t ascend to the upper half of the room.

“I, uh,” he started. “I can’t take off the helmet.”

“Right…”

Paz held up the piece of silver fabric. “If you wear this, and cover your eyes up, we can have, uh, a little leeway.”

“Leeway?” You raised an eyebrow. “Is this… is this a loophole?”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “Are you complaining?”

“No,” you said quickly.

He gave another light laugh, and finally stepped up to you.

He was still wearing so much armor, so much clothing. You supposed you never noticed it until you were standing in front of him with nothing on.

Your lips parted as Paz held the fabric up to your eyes, a small noise escaping as he tied it in a knot behind your head. His fingers brushed away any stray hairs, tucking them behind your ears, and then his touch was gone.

The sound of leather being pulled, the soft scraping of metal against cloth, a sharp clank of metal colliding against metal -

A thud echoed to your left, and you jumped back. You really couldn’t see anything - you felt vulnerable, everything familiar to you became unknown and cold to you.

You jump again when two hands - large, rough, sturdy, warm - graze your rib cage.

Then his body moved closer to you, and you felt his bare face come closer to yours, and his soft lips were moving over yours, and then you felt his hot tongue on your bottom lip, and you couldn’t help the small moan that left you.

“Eager, are we?” You felt him smirk against your mouth.

“I’ve thought about this before,” you mumbled.

“Oh, baby, so have I.” Paz nudged you back and back until your ankles were bumping into the frame of the bed. “Want me to show you what I’ve been thinking of?”

You nodded. His hands moved over your skin to push down on your shoulders, guiding you to sit down on the bed. When you attempted to crawl backwards, he held your knees and pulled you back to the edge of the bed.

“No, no, no,” he hummed as you heard him lower to his knees and spread your legs apart. “Like this - and lay back.”

Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. Maker, you were so wet. You could feel it dripping down your pussy and onto your thighs. You laid back, did as he said -

And then you felt his hot tongue swipe over your cunt, and you melted down into the sheets.

Everything felt so hot - you clit was throbbing when he circled it, begging for more touch than he was teasing you with.

You mumbled his name and reached out for him. Paz pulled away - you gave a pitiful whine - and he guided your hands to the top of his head.

Your fingers wound themselves in his hair - soft, it was so soft, was it curly too, you weren’t sure, because you felt the muscle of his tongue press against your hole, and every thought suddenly didn’t fucking matter to you.

His thumb rubbed a rough circle into your bundle of nerves. You felt your release coming quick, roaring up behind you, threatening to overwhelm everything.

“I’m close,” you choked out. “Paz, please, I’m close.”

You felt his tongue be replaced by two of his fingers and you felt the wave of pleasure finally crash.

He built you up so quickly - a feeling that you should almost be embarrassed with how fast he got you off graced your foggy mind only for a moment. Then the bed shifted as Paz crawled up over you.

“Do you want to keep going?”

“Yes,” you breathed. You didn’t need to think about it. “I want, I want you inside -”

You heard him swallow. His hand gently traced the curve of your breasts, slowly trailing down your chest.

“Can I ask you why?”

“You want to know... why I want you inside of me?”

He snorted. “You know what I mean.”

You did.

“I’ve been thinking…”

“Oh?”

“About younglings, actually,” a warm feeling bloomed in your chest at the thought of carrying Paz child, and the overwhelming urge to mother his children, to bear the heirs of Clan Vizsla overtook any other desire. “I was being serious earlier - I want this.”

He stretched out his hand over your stomach. “You really want younglings?”

“Paz, I want your younglings,” you said. “I know nothing is official-”

“You’re already mine,” his voice rumbled. “What we do now is up to us.”

You felt your heartbeat race a little as his hands left you to stroke his cock - you heard him grit his teeth and the words flew out of your mouth.

“I want this… and I want you, and- and I want you to use me-“

Paz growled your name, and your words turned into a tiny whimper.

His hips twitched forwards as he lined himself up with your entrance. You breathing started to come in as shallow pants, your heart was racing, everything felt too much, too fast, and -

Paz looked up at you. You heard a low chuckle echo from his vocal modulator. “Doll, you gotta breath.”

You inhaled - he rubbed circled into your thighs with his thumb, and let out a soft hum. And there it was - Paz welcomed calm in between you, settled your nerves like he always did with you. He wouldn’t let you fall, now or ever.

“Just relax,” he hummed. “You’ve… have you ever done this before?”

You shook your head - you almost gave an excuse, but Paz just squeezed your thigh.

“Okay,” he said, “Okay, we can start, uh, slower.”

“I want you,” you repeated meekly, reaching out your hands to grip his shoulders. You could feel the scars from his battles and sieges, could feel his warmth skin, and Maker, fuck, you wanted to see him.

You heard him grit his teeth as the head of his cock nudged into your cunt. You opened your mouth in a silent moan as his girth stretched you out, opened you wide to take him. Your head tipped back onto the bed, your legs already shaking. He stopped short, not quite sheathing himself inside of you.

Good girl,” he mumbled, “You’re such a good girl.”

The first thrust was shallow, almost inquisitive - simply testing the waters with how much you could handle. Not that you could see, but you squeezed your eyes shut, the resistance your body gave him giving way to fire you had never felt before, a burning the felt new and good and terrifyingly vast. Each thrust grew deeper, pushing into you more, until his hips were nudging against yours.

“Fuck, Paz -“ You breathing came in as pants, your lungs were on fire, like no amount of air would ever be enough. “This f-feels - you feel, M-maker, so fucking good.”

“Oh, honey,” he purred, “Don’t I know it.”

He snapped his hips. Your breath was knocked out of your chest as he started his actual pace, rough and brutal, leaving no air to scream his name like you wanted to. His hands flew to your wrists, prying them away from his skin to pin them over your head. .

The pleasure in your stomach felt sickenly tight, threatening to snap.

“Paz-” You shrieked, your voice high and strained. “Paz, I’m close.”

“What’s that?” You didn’t see him smirk as his thrusts slowed. “Did you say something?”

You whined his name again. “I’m- I’m gonna cum, Paz, please don’t stop.”

And then Paz stopped moving completely. He leaned down to nuzzle his face against our sternum. Your whines were pathetic, and they only made him smirk more.

His breath fanned over your chest, pulling up goosebumps and shivers as he nipped at the taught skin over your sternum. Then he tilted his head to drag his hot tongue along the sides of your breast, moving to kiss your peaked nipples.

Then his mouth clamped down, biting over the curves of your chest. You let out a small yelp.

“Paz.”

Paz tugged at your nipple before moving to your other breast, kissing and biting, biding his time patiently as the fire he had so quickly built up in you died down.

You clenched your jaw when you felt your eyes sting. An emptiness settled in your hips and you were almost upset at him for taking your orgasm away from you. Then Paz mumbled your name against your collar bone as he made his way up your neck. His hands went down, down, down, until they almost connected with the bundle of nerves he had neglected. You whimpered as he teased around it.

“Aw, honey,” you felt him smile against your skin.

“You look so cute when you get all needy… Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me,” you said, your hands reaching up to his face.

“What was I just doing?”

“No, I- “

You let out a whine as you swallowed whatever pride you had brought before him.

“Paz, please, Maker, please make me cum - I want to cum,” you choked, desperate for him to do anything.

“Baby girl,” his hips rocking back into you - your head tipped back and you let out a high pitched wail as you felt his cock brush against your cervix.

His new pace was more - it was faster, rougher, you felt him fucking you in your bones, threatening to shatter you into tiny little pieces.

Forget fire. This was sharp and bright, absolutely catastrophic to your cunt. It was white hot and it was eating up your skin, tearing apart your chest, and leaving you a simmering body of ashes.

“Cum inside,” you shrieked suddenly, taking both you you by surprise. “I want you to fill- fill me up - use me, Paz.”

“That what you want, doll?” Paz gave a low groan as you clenched around him at the time of his voice. “You want me to give you a youngling? You want me to get you pregnant?”

“Yes,” you shrieked. Your nails dug into the muscle of his arms. “P-please.”

“You want me to fill you up with my cum?” His laugh came out in a breathless bark as your hips tilted up to his. Paz lifted up your legs to push them against your chest. “Nasty- filthy girl.”

And just like that, the tension snapped, the coils of heat finally breaking. You screamed as you came, your spine arching up, your legs shaking against you. Your blood roared in your ears - if you weren’t wearing the blindfold you were certain you wouldn’t be able to see anyways.

One of Paz’s hands left your legs to grab your shoulder as he gave an another thrust, and another, and -

He started to growl out your name before it became a garbled, low groan when he came. You felt him spill inside of you, his hot cum coating your walls. You echoed Paz’s groan, the feeling of his seed sending you back into your bliss.

Paz didn’t move for a good moment. You could feel him softening inside of you when he pulled out. His thumb brushed against your hole - you twitched as you realized his was pushing whatever cum had spilled back into your fluttering cunt.

Everything was silent in the room, the only noise was yours and Paz’s breathing. Your heart started to slow. You finally caught your breath, your breathing moved as deep breaths.

“Okay, so, your first time,” he spoke after a minute. “How do you feel?”

“You know, I’m probably just never going to have sex again - it was pretty terrible,” you teased as he nestled up besides you.

“Oh, sure, sure, sure,” he laughed. “No, I could tell - you were having a horrible time.”

“I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings, you know,” you giggled. Paz tugged the makeshift blindfold off of your eyes. He had shut the lights off - nothing in the room was visible. You wished again for a moment that you could actually see your betrothed, but then his hands were guiding your face forwards to meet his lips, and the thought vanished.

“It was- I was being dumb, Paz, it felt so fucking good,” you whispered, your eyes started to droop.

“I know, baby girl.”

You sighed. You laid your head against his chest, his steady heartbeat pulling you into sleep. Before you closed your eyes, you mumbled against his skin, “I think I love you.”

Paz let out a small hum. He nuzzled his face against the top of your head - he couldn’t help the small sigh of relief that left him.

“I think I love you too.”

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grogu-pascal · 3 years

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Din Djarin x Reader

TENSION* [Explicit] — yandere!din, cultmember!din, misogyny kink, wife kink, breeding kink, non-con elements. Link

REQUEST 1. [General] — soft!din, fluff. Link

THE ROOMBA CHRONICLES* [Explicit] — yandere!din, cultmember!din, face fucking, praise kink. Chapter Links (AO3 Exclusive): I. II.

YEARN* [Mature] — yandere!din, cultmember!din, unhealthy relationships, wet dreams, masturbation, degradation, fantasizing, breeding kink. Chapter Links (AO3 Exclusive): I. II. III. IIV. V. VI.

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BRINGING HOME STRAYS [PG-13/Mature] — crochety!paz, domestic fluff. Link

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pintsizemama · 3 years

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WIP List

In Progress

Long Series

Javier Peña x OFC

Din Djarin x Bounty OFC

Dave York x Nanny OFC

Frankie Morales x Delta Force OFC

Oberyn Martell x Baratheon/Lannister OFC

Omar Assarian x OFC

Marcus Pike x OFC Criminal Minds Crossover

Agent Whiskey x Kingsman Agent OFC

Din Djarin x OFC- Biker AU

Javier Peña x OFC- Narco!Javi AU

Din Djarin x OFC- Mobster Hitman/Bodyguard AU

Mini Series

Jay Castillo x OFC- best friends to lovers

Max Phillips x OFC

Marcus Moreno x OFC- A/B/O AU

One Shot

Omar Assarian x OFC Sex Pollen

Oberyn Martell x Baratheon/Lannister OFC- Public Sex

Planning Stage

Long Series

Pero Tovar x Mercenary OFC

Maxwell Lord x Secretary OFC

Mini Series

Agent Whiskey x Midsize F!Reader

Nathan Landry x Stripper OFC

Frankie Morales x Santiago Garcia x Benny Miller x Will Miller x Delta Force OFC Polyamorous Fic

Zach Wellison x OFC

Veracruz x OFC Undercover AU

Maxwell Lord Sugar Daddy Fic

Javier Peña Sugar Daddy Fic

One Shot

Javier Peña x Reader Angst (Inspired by Before You Go by Lewis Capaldi)

Ideas to plan

Long Series

Oberyn Martell Modern AU

Din Djarin Western AU

Agent Whiskey Futuristic AU

Pero Tovar Time Travel AU

Mini Series

Din Djarin x Boba Fett x Paz Vizsla x Bounty OFC

One Shot

Agent Whiskey x Reader Angst (dead wife angst)

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themandadolorian · 3 years

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Day 5 - Winter Weekend Away

Paz Vizsla x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k (oops lol)

Warnings: SMUT, Unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it folks), Soft!Paz, nothing too wild honestly, it’s pretty mild imo, bathtub sex (is that a warning?idk), soft sexy times, this isn’t rough at all lol. Okay I think that’s it. *This is only my second time writing smut plz don’t come for me if it’s terrible omg*

It wasn’t often that you and Paz got to do things just for yourselves. Both of you worked full time, very demanding jobs. So when Paz came home one day and told you to pack your bags and surprised you with a weekend away at a cabin in the mountains, you got very excited. The prospect of spending a weekend with Paz in a cabin in the snow blanketed mountains for four days?

Sounds like heaven to you.

And heaven it is. From the moment you arrived at the quaint little cabin in the mountains you fell in love. It has this wonderfully cozy warm feeling that just makes you feel instantly at home. You have spent most of the day getting settled into the space, unpacking and the like. So, when you are finally done, you immediately plant yourself on the couch in front of the fire Paz has started, and grab your book from your bag.

Paz said he was still unpacking in the bedroom so you don’t think much of it when he is nowhere to be found for a little while. You are so engrossed in your book that you don’t even realize what Paz is really up too.

The point of this trip was two fold. One to celebrate the holidays on your own before you both are dragged to a multitude of family events. And two, to just indulge in each other for these four days. Paz has felt further and further from you these past few months because of work and life just getting in the way. Both of you have been stressed and overworked, so he wants nothing more than to treat you to a little surprise that the both of you will benefit from. So he hadn’t hesitated to book the cabin, and immediately set to work on another kind of surprise as you stay none the wiser on the couch in the living room.

You haven’t made it very far into your book when you see Paz come to a stop in front of you, a fond smile on his face as he gazes down at you, his hand extended for you to take. You give him a questioning look, quirking a brow, before you set your book aside and place your hand in his. He pulls you to your feet easily and turns you so you face away from him and places his hands over your eyes.

“Paaaz,” you draw out his name sweetly, “what are you doing?”

You feel his chest shake with laughter as his deep rumble fills your ears, “I’m treating my beautiful wife to a surprise,” he tells you, urging you to start walking forward gently, “Is that allowed?”

You hum in feigned contemplation as he carefully leads you to wherever he’s taking you, “Depends on what the surprise is I suppose,” you tease.

He clicks his tongue as he makes you turn left, walking you until your feet meet cool tile. Then he lifts his hands from your eyes.

“Well I’ll let you be the judge of that, mesh’la.”

As soon as your eyes peel open and take in the scene before you, you feel like your heart is about to burst from your chest. You’re standing in the large master bathroom, which is swathed in a warm yellow light. Delicate strings of fairy lights hang from the walls and a few candles sit on the edges of the sizable Jacuzzi tub on the back wall of the room. The room smells like evergreen trees and cinnamon and soft ambient music plays in the background. Two glasses of dark red wine sit on the outside ledge of the tub, the opened bottle in an ice bucket on the floor.

You are broken from your reverie by a pair of warm hands settling on your hips and a gentle set of lips leaving a trail of kisses on the exposed skin of your shoulder. You turn in Paz’s arms, your hands running up his chest until they rest on his shoulders and you are gazing into his dark brown eyes.

“You did all this?”

Paz nods and drops his gaze to the floor, suddenly bashful as he speaks, “I just wanted to do something nice for you, cyar’ika,” he says honestly, “I feel like we haven’t gotten any time together between work and life and I just want to be with you for the night. If you’ll have me.”

Your eyes water at his words and you cup his cheeks gently, standing on your tiptoes to press your lips to his. It’s a quick kiss, but a loving one all the same and you pull away to look him in the eyes again.

“Of course I’ll have you, you big doofus,” you chuckle, voice slightly wet with tears which Paz quickly wiped away.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

You smile and shake your head, drying your tears, “they aren’t sad tears,” you assure him, “I’m just really happy you’re in my life. I’m so lucky you’re mine, Paz Vizsla.”

He smiles down at you, his hands squeezing your hips as your own slip down to the hem of his shirt, “Now,” you say tugging at the fabric gently, “let’s partake in the surprise you so lovingly prepared for me. Before the water gets too cold.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he jokes, helping you as you tug his shirt over his head.

You both take your time undressing one another. Neither of you rushing, instead taking the time to trail your hands over one another. Over every dip and scar and stretch mark as if you are discovering each other all over again. You do this with each article of clothing until you’re both standing bare in front of one another. Paz’s hands rest on your waist, hands so large and wide his pinky’s rest on the bottoms of your ribs while his thumbs brush the underside of your breasts.

You smile up at him, and he smiles back, moving his hands to intertwine your fingers together and tug you towards the tub. You follow eagerly, stepping into the tub of hot water as Paz helps you. He follows soon after and you both let out contented sounds as you slip beneath the bubbling water. The jets feel wonderful on your back and you can’t help but feel completely relaxed as you sink further into the warmth.

“Don’t go drowning on me, love,” Paz chuckles as he takes you in, submerged up to your chin, eyes slipped closed in contentment.

You hum, and sit up slightly, stretching your legs out to the rest on either side of Paz across from you.

“I don’t know,” you say, sighing as Paz traces his hand up the back of your calf slowly, “I’d say I already died and went to heaven.”

Paz huffs and shakes his head, a huge smile in his face, “if this is heaven,” he begins, leaning up to reach over and tug you so you are sitting between his legs with your back against his chest, “then I don’t know if I want to witness the real thing…might not hold up to my expectations.”

A small giggle slips past your lips, but is cut short when Paz holds one of the filled wine glasses in front of you. You mutter a quick thank you and take the glass in your hand, taking a sip. You hum approvingly at the sharp tart taste of the wine, leaning further back into your husband as he starts to talk about whatever comes to his mind. You both continue to just talk about anything and everything, slowly sipping the wine until your glasses are empty and set aside. Only then is there a lull in the conversation, and you are acutely aware of Paz pressing hot and heavy against your low back as his hands trail absentmindedly over your thighs and up your sides.

You sit up slightly, a small smirk on your lips when Paz hands tighten on your hips, thinking you were trying to get out of the tub. His hands slacken up however, when you turn around to face him, legs straddling his hips as your hands slid up his chest to rest on his shoulders. The water sloshes precariously close to the top of the tub at your movement but you can’t seem to care at this moment. Your hands slide from his shoulders to the back of his neck scratching at the hair there, and you can’t help but notice the utter love and adoration in Paz’s eyes as he looks up at you.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmurs, one of his hands coming out of the water to cup your cheek as he gazes at you.

You lean into his touch turning to press a kiss to his palm, taking note of the fact that the scents you detected earlier are from whatever salts Paz threw in the bath. “I love you so much Paz,” you tell him, shifting your hips against him. His breath hitches at the small movement, “I don’t know what I did to deserve you. To deserve this,” you whisper.

Paz’s mouth tugs into a frown at your words and his thumb brushes your lower lip gently, “you are my wife,” he tells you softly, “you deserve to be treated like this everyday…and I’m sorry I have failed you in that department.”

“You didn’t fail me Paz, you could never fail me,” your words are uttered moments before you finally bring your lips down to his. It’s slow and soft and tender as his lips move against yours. Unhurried as you both pour your love for one another into the kiss. Paz’s hand still on your hip guides you forward, while his other hand disappears from your face momentarily. You understand what he is asking despite him not speaking and you silently comply. You rise up onto your knees slightly, gasping into his mouth as he nudged at your entrance, before you finally sink down on him.

Low groans escape both of you as you adjust to being with each other in this way. Paz’s chest rises and falls rapidly against your own, the water adding to the heat you both feel as you pull each other as close as possible. Your head tilts to the side as his lips move from your own to your jaw and finally down to your neck. Kissing and nipping gently at the delicate skin below your ear, eliciting small high pitched gasps from you. His patience seems to have run out and you feel his hands squeeze your hips firmly, urging you to move. You obey without hesitation.

Your hips move against his in slow unhurried motions at first, and you can feel Paz physically holding himself back. The muscles of his neck and shoulders are tense beneath your hands. You move to cradle his face, tugging his lips away from your neck and into a kiss instead. It’s sloppy and a little too fast and you’re pulling away far too soon, but you can feel the desperation and euphoria welling up in your belly and you just need him to let go. You don’t separate from him much. Your noses bumping together as your lips brush against his lightly, able to feel the warmth of his breath as it slips from his lungs in short pants.

“I love you Paz,” you whisper, pressing your hips down firmly against his, “take what you want - what you need. Please-“

Your words are cut short. A breathless gasp is pushed from your lungs as his hips snap up into you, hitting a place within you that makes you see stars. You can’t help the moans that slip past your lips as your head falls to his shoulder, your arms falling to wrap under his arms and around his back as he sits up, trying to get a better position. Your fingers dig into his shoulder blades as he continues to thrust up into you, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist to keep you pressed into him.

It feels like the next few moments pass in a blur of hazy images and sounds. The breathless grunts and pants from Paz that ghost over your ear in warm huffs. The feeling of your chest sliding against his own, and the warm coil that pulls tighter and tighter in your belly with each movement. You feel like you can’t breathe and everything is dark since your eyes are screwed shut from the absolute mind numbing pleasure you are experiencing at the hands of the man you love. You feel his hips stutter and you know he’s close. But, ever a giving man, he does not forget about you. One of his hands leaves your waist to instead wedge between your bodies and it feels like the galaxy explodes behind your eyelids as his fingers find that bundle of nerves. You come with almost no warning, your high slamming into you like a freight train as you gasp out Paz’s name over and over like a prayer. Paz finishes soon after, his hips snapping into you once - twice more before his stills, filling you.

Paz slumps back against the tub, still holding you snug against him as you both try and catch your breath. Neither of you move for a long time, relishing in the feeling of just being in each other’s arms, still connected in the most intimate way. You only move when Paz notices you shiver slightly, the water having gone cold long ago, but neither of you noticing until now.

“Come on, mesh’la,” Paz nudges you off of him gently, both of you hissing quietly as he slips out of you.

Paz is first out of the tub, helping you stand and steadying you when your legs wobble slightly. You smile as you step from the tub and are met with a warm fuzzy towel being wrapped around you. You look over to see Paz tucking one around himself before leaning over and placing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Let’s get you to bed, love” he mumbles against your hair.

You smile and shake your head, pulling away so you could look up at him, “Paz, it’s not even eight o’clock yet,” you say, glancing at the small digital clock on the bathroom sink, “I’m not even that tired.”

He smirks at you then, stooping down and picking you up in his arms bridal style, ignoring the surprised shriek that slips past your lips at his actions. He looks down at you as he walks towards the bedroom, a devilish smirk on his face.

“Who said anything about sleeping?”

Blood rushes to your cheeks at his words as he carries you further into the bedroom. And as he lays you gently on the bed, tugging your towel away from you before his own follows suit, you can’t help but thank the maker for this weekend away.

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