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proxima-writes · 1 year

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title: at his side (in his bed)

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

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 2586

chapters: 1/1

summary:

They call you the whore of Mandalore.

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

Mandalorians have always been good at keeping their secrets.

AO3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You should have known better.

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

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

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

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

The whore of Mandalore, the voices murmur.

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

Nothing more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I have no idea what you mean.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Din only chuckles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Riduur. Your husband.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s what I thought.”

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

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

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

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

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

My heart.

“Din,” you moan. “Gedet’ye.” Please.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you,” you repeat to him.

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

“Din?” You ask.

“Yes, cyare?”

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

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

You giggle, the tension easing from your shoulders.

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

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sprout-fics · 2 years

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Paz’s thighs. That’s the thot. Riding those beefy thighs.

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Listen I'm always down for Reverent Paz but I will forever be a total whore for big dom daddy Paz with his deep voice and huge hands and shoulders and OOF-

I can just imagine him being gone for a hunt for way too long, and when he comes back and you two get a moment alone his hands are all over you and he's saying how much he missed you. You're way too pent up from his absence, and the mere touch of him has you spiraling into a lust driven haze

"So needy, cyar'ika." He teases as you squirm on his lap, balanced atop his armored thigh. Your eyes are half lidded, chest heaving as you grip at him. You can't help it- you're rocking against his thigh armor because it manages to graze the junction of your thighs in the pressure you're so desperately seeking. Paz is entranced by the sight of you, his laughter deep and warm in his chest.

"Maybe I should let you come like this, hmm?" He asks, rolling your nipple between his fingers and watching the way you arch into his touch. "Make a mess of my thigh before I peel this armor off so I can fuck you properly."

#paz vizla x reader #paz vizsla x reader #paz x reader #f! reader #paz vizsla #thursday night thots #smut #minors dni #18+ only #WOOF #ok that's all for tonight everyone thanks for tuning in!

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allastoredeer · 21 days

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I'm curious if you planning to write NSFW fic(s) yourself? Your gen fics are amazing and it would be interesting to read 18+ in your style 😏

Hehehehe oh contraire mon frère, I have already written several NSFW fics 😎

This is Going to End in Disaster, Babe Wake Up, It's Pumpkin Spice Season, Misfire, Wade Wilson's Guide to Studying Your Spider (Spider-Man/Deadpool)

Lizard Brain (Spider-Man/Lizard)

Shaping Beskar, Gratitude (Mandalorian - Boba Fett/Din Djarin, Paz Vizla/Din Djarin)

And those are just the ones with the smut already written, I have a few that are going to have smut, I just haven't gotten to that part of the story yet. And these are the ones that just involve sex, not the darker themes that also fall under NSFW. (Except for "Shaping Beskar" that one DEFINITELY falls under the dark category)

But as for Hazbin Hotel, yes! I will be writing NSFW, for both "Just Kiss Already" and a few other wips I have in mind. I have quite a few of them planned out, actually. With various ships. It's just a matter of getting to them.

And I am very excited to get to them ( ▀ ͜͞ʖ▀)

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grace-writes-shit · 1 year

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Request Guidelines

Hello, welcome to my blog! Here are some things to take into consideration before requesting from me.

1. Be respectful. If I feel that you are not being kind or respectful I will delete your request without notice.

2. Be patient. I work a full time job and do this as a hobby so I may not get to posting your request as fast as you would like. With that being said I will try to get requests up in a timely manner.

3. I will not write smut, anything nsfw, poly, incest, abortion, religious, political. I would rather not get into sensitive topics.

4. Please be aware that I only write fem!reader. I try to keep physical descriptions to a minimum, but all pronouns used will be she/her.

These guidelines are subject to change.

Below is a list of characters that I am willing to write for, if you do not see a character you like, please feel free to ask if I will.

BBC Sherlock-

Sherlock Holmes

Mycroft Holmes

John Watson

Enola Holmes-

Sherlock Holmes

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Finn

Ben Solo/Kylo Ren

Din Djarin

Paz Vizla

Harry Potter-

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Oliver Wood

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

Marvel-

Bucky Barnes

Marc Spector

Steven Grant

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

Shang-Chi

Assassin’s Creed-

The Hobbit-

Ezio Auditore

Kili Durin

Fili Durin

Bofur

Thorin Oakenshield

Bilbo Baggins

Bard

Thranduil

Legolas

One Piece-

Roronoa Zoro

Vinsmoke Sanji

Trafalgar Law

Eustass Kidd

Red-Haired Shanks

Dracule Mihawk

Portgas D. Ace

More to be added in the future!

Robb Lucci

Bleach-

Ichigo Kurosaki

Shunsui Kyoraku

Byakuya Kuchiki

Jushiro Ukitake

Kisuke Urahara

Kenpachi Zaraki

Toshiro Hitsugaya (Adult)

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Gin Ichimaru

Ulquiorra Cifer

#request #request guidelines #please be kind #my writing #grace writes shit #kili x reader #ichigo kurosaki x reader #george weasley x reader #trafalgar law x reader #sherlock x reader #bucky barnes x reader #reader insert #fluff #angst

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jangofctts · 1 year

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Hi there! I stumbled upon one of your stories on AO3 titled "Are You In Or Out?" and I was wondering if you ever plan on continuing the story since I'm just a huge slut for Din Djarin and Paz Vizla and being caught between these two handsome men is really doing something for me. I just love the interactions these two have with the reader and of course the smut scenes are fucking fabulous and I just thought to ask you if you're still on the story especially since season 3 of "The Mandalorian" is coming soon. But I don't want you to feel like I'm rushing or pressuring you into continuing the story because I know that you are probably busy with other things in your life and I hope you come back to finish the story at your own time and pace so don't worry about it. You're an amazing writer with incredible talent and I hope to read more from you soon. Keep up the good work, you're awesome!

aHH THANK YOU SM!!!! idk i hope i get back into sw someday but the fandom has burnt me out so much and i cant really write for sw right now. but im so happy you’ve enjoyed my work so far!!! love you bestie!!

#i feel bad i havent watched like anything sw related in a WHILE #ask #keida answers

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3mmafr0st · 2 years

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

this is 100% correct

SMUT UNDER THE CUT, 18+ ONLY PLEASE

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

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

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

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

There would be a conversation first of course

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

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

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

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

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

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

#paz vizsla #paz vizsla x reader #paz viszla #paz vizsla smut #paz vizsla imagines #paz vizla x reader #star wars fanfiction #star wars #star wars smut #star wars imagine #star wars self insert

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bobafetts-princess · 3 years

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Daily Thots; Paz is Back

I’m just thinking about Paz’s pilots chair and it went here

Warnings: Smut obvi, cockwarming, little overstim, creampies, Paz talks dirty; idk my brain is trash today

Okay so I think Paz is DTF anywhere under the sun

But he’s partial to his ship

And specifically partial to his captains chair

It’s not uncommon for you to come to the cockpit after checking the ship over or performing small repairs to see him sitting in the cockpit

Sometimes he’s got his codpiece off waiting for you to do the work to get him hard

But sometimes (your favorite times) he’s already got that thick cock in hand, stroking himself for you

“Come here, pretty thing. Sit with me,”

His words seem sweet but after the first few times you realized the intent behind them

The first time you stumbled over on wobbly legs, not sure what to think of this new side of Paz

“Strip” he’d commanded and you nearly fell over twice trying to obey

“Sit on my cock, sweet thing, wanna feel you wrapped around me,”

You’d moved to wrap your arms around his neck and sit facing him but he had other ideas

He moved you so that you were facing away from him, his legs spreading yours wide so that you were fully exposed

He’d buried himself inside you, fingers circling your clit until you broke, coming repeatedly on his cock

He’d fucked up into you, reaching his own release after you’d lost count of yours

Today had been a rough day

The bounty you were searching for had disappeared and started a firefight in the process

The ship had taken heavy damage but you were both okay

You’d completed as many repairs as you could while in space

You’d used the fresher, cleaning the day off of you before you made your way to Paz

He was sitting in the captains chair, ship on autopilot to a safe planet for more extensive repairs. You knew the type of mood he’d been in, so you hadn’t bothered putting on anything but his own oversized tunic.

He was already hard, cock in hand, stroking himself while he waited for you. He turned only slightly when he heard the door open, enough to acknowledge your presence.

“Come here pretty baby, wanna feel you,” he grunted, desperation lacing his tone. You briefly wondered how long he’d been edging himself waiting for you but as you walked over, his strong hands grabbed you and pushed you over the control center and questions flew out the window.

He pushed in slow, knowing you’d need time to adjust to the sheer size of him and it felt like it took ages for him to bottom out. One hand circled your clit the entire time, encouraging you to open up for him. He also whispered praises in your ear, telling you how good you were for him and how good you felt wrapped around him.

When he finally bottomed out he pulled your bodies backwards, settling in the chair. He hooked your knees over his, spreading you obscenely wide as his thick fingers found your pussy, spreading that too.

“Love how you look all spread for me. Wonder how many times I can make you come sitting on my cock,” he mused aloud, wrapping an arm around your waist and effectively pinning you in place. His calloused fingers found your clit and he hit tight circles around it, drawing soft gasps from your lips. “Five? Seven? How many orgasms do you think this pretty little pussy can have before you tap out?” He taunted, smearing some of your own wetness across the little bud to increase your pleasure. You were whining now, trying to answer his rhetorical questions with witty quips but the second he’d entered your heat all thoughts disappeared from your head. “Awe, has my poor little baby gone cockdumb already? I haven’t even fucked you yet, sweetling,” Paz mocked. His tone wasn’t doing anything but pushing you closer and closer to the edge. His fingers movied quicker across your clit and he knew you were close. His mouth was right by your ear when he whispered to you next, “you know, mesh’la, I can feel this pretty little pussy clamp around me. I know you’re getting ready to come.”

His pace against your clit was brutal as he brought you closer and closer to the edge, whispering filthy things in your ear, telling you how pretty you looked writhing for him. Moans were dropping from your lips like melted ice cream from a cone during a hot summer day and it only took a simple command from Paz for you to hit your peak.

“Come for me, pretty baby, wanna feel you come wrapped around me,” he growled and your orgasm hit so hard you couldn't even make a sound. Your head dropped back on his shoulder, mouth open and jaw slack as Paz continued his assault on your pussy. “That’s it, pretty thing, come for me again,” he told you and you were so sensitive from the first one that it didn’t take long for another to hit you. Paz’s arm around your waist kept you from moving as he pushed your limits, wrenching another orgasm from your cunt as you wriggled in his lap. “Fuck this pussy feels so good,” Paz growled, low and lust-filled next to your ear. Your wetness was dripping down the part of his cock that didn’t fit in your pussy and more was dripping from you with every pass of his fingers over your clit.

“Paz! Paz, I can’t come again!” You cried, nerve endings already fried from the day and the three orgasms he’d pulled from you.

“Yes, you can baby, I can feel your pussy. You’re ready to come again,” he told you, feeling the way you fluttered around him, body ready to betray you and give him another. If you hadn’t been so focused on your own release then you would have recognized his voice as he got closer to his own release. He laid a sharp smack to your spread pussy and that motion was enough to skyrocket you into another orgasm as you groaned, deep and guttural in your chest. Your body clamped down on his, pussy locking around his cock like a vice. You nearly blacked out, body stretching as far as his grip on you would allow and you only faintly hear his own growl.

When you came back down and your heart rate returned to normal you realized Paz was breathing heavily behind you, his grip slackening by the second and you realized something.

“Paz? Paz, did you cum?” Your voice sounded incredulous, even to your own ears.

“Yes, your pussy just feels so good mesh’la. You were gripping me so tight and gods it felt so good. I couldn’t help myself,” he admitted and you couldn’t help but feel so powerful. You made your lover cum just from your pussy pulsing around his cock as he made you cum.

You looked down at your conjoined bodies and saw his cum leaking from you, dripping down onto his own thighs.

“Pussy looks good filled with my cum, mesh’la,” Paz grunted and you couldn’t help but agree.

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maybege · 2 years

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i don’t know what it’s happening, my period hormones have me H word af and all I can think about is a fic with dom!paz kind of maybe seducing (corrupting? 👀) you while your clans are in negotiations 🥲 give me thigh riding, give me spitting, give me eating you out against a wall and telling you to be quiet, give me protective warrior!paz who’s also such a tease, give me slight degradation in the best way, give me size kink, give me him teasing you about being a good girl before proceeding to fuck your brains out 🤌

#may rambles #paz vizla x reader #I cannot emphasize how many smut ideas I have rn #this is insane

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samantha-rae-velcher · 1 year

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Little one Pt. 2

Paz Vizsla x Fem reader

Requested by: @kchavez666 @canadian-snow-queen 💗💗💗

Warnings: Violence, Intimidating Paz, Smut! Swearing, use of a weapon, inappropriate use of the force!

A/n: 18+ If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!!!

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Y/n sat at the long table surrounded by Mandalorians, she was sitting in between Bo Katan and Din. The three ate in silence, while the rest of the room was full of chatter. Y/n could feel a hot gaze of someone staring at her, she discreetly glanced around the room only for her eyes to lock on a certain Mando, the big one in blue. Y/n felt her body tense up when he shifted, she didn't know what his obsession with her was, but she had a feeling she would find out.

Y/n walked into her room in the covert, it was a small cave, the entrance was covered by a contraption she rigged up. Y/n sat on her makeshift bed and fluffed her pillow, she jumped at the sound of metal on rock. She turned towards her door, Paz was standing there leaning against the rock wall.

Y/n pulled out her dagger and stood, walking sideways away from him, he tilted his head and crossed his arms over is chest.

"What do you want, Vizsla?" She asked.

A dark chuckle came from under the helmet, it made a chill run down her spine.

"Afraid?"

Y/n shook her head and gripped her dagger tighter, they began circling each other and readying themselves for the other to attack. Y/n ran at him and Paz pulled out his vibroblade, they clashed knives and he shoved her back. She dodged his swing and clipped his unarmored side, Y/n then jumped on his back and attempted to pull him to the ground. Paz grabbed her arm and yanked her off of him, slamming her to the wall with a loud thud. He held his blade to her neck, he dragged the cold steel across her skin, Y/n unintentionally moaned gripping the rock wall. Paz chuckled and pressed his knee between her legs, he leaned close to her ear, Y/n squirmed and tried to wiggle away but it was no use, he had her in his grips.

"You like that, little one?" He growled.

Y/n whimpered, she didn't want to answer him but she knew if she didn't Paz would make her talk.

"Use your words, Mesh'la." His voice was deep and laced with arousal.

"Y-yes. Please...I-I need more."

Paz picked her up and laid her down on her cot, he palmed at himself as he slowly stripped Y/n of her clothes. She gasped as the cold air hit her warm skin, making Paz's heart race, the very sight of her had his mouth watering. He was about to release his member from the confines of his flight suit when a sudden force of pleasure shot through his body, pulling a low groan from him. Paz looked down at Y/n's hand, noticing the small bit of movement. He realized what was happening, she was using the force to stimulated him. Paz's breathing became heavier as the sensation went straight to his cock, he didn't move, he just stayed there on one knee in front of her. Y/n smirked when she saw his fists clench and release, she was getting to him and he was letting her, this must feel amazing to him.

The groans that left him were sinful, his chest heaved as he came close to his orgasm. Y/n sat up and got close to him, taking off his chest plate and moving her hand at a faster pace.

"Fuck- ahhh." He groaned, tipping his head back as his cock twitch and cum ran from the tip.

Y/n smiled, finally freeing his dick and running her thumb over his sensitive tip. Paz gripped her should and pushed her down, he lined himself up with her entrance and thrusted in hard, making Y/n cry out.

"That's what I wanna hear." He slammed into her over and over again, ripping moans from the small woman.

He snaked his hand around her throat and squeezed, using her neck as leverage so he could get a better angle. Paz pressed his fingers against her clit and made quick circles against it.

"Pl-please! I-ahh!.....Paz, let me- let me cum!" She cried.

His fingers went faster as did his thrusts, making her back arch. Her chest pressed against his as she came, the warmth of her release pulling him over the edge with her.

A strained moan left Paz as he rested his head beside hers, riding out his high. He pulled out, his breathing ragged and heavy.

"So beautiful, Cyar'ika." He whispered.

Y/n smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, he held her to him and took in her warmth. She shiver when the cold cave air hit her back, Paz noticed and he rolled over and pulled the blanket over them.

Y/n snuggled up against his chest as Paz gently rubbed her back and whispering sweet things, he listened as her breathing slowed and she succam to sleep.

Paz laid there staring at the ceiling, the protective feeling setting in.

"You're mine, little one."

THE END ❤️

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sprout-fics · 2 years

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Reverence Part Three: A Paz Vizsla x Reader Arranged Marriage AU

Read here on AO3

Rating: Explicit/NC-17 (If you a bambina stay outta da cantina)

Word count: 9.1k

Tags: AFAB reader, Fluff, Emotional discussions, Use of Mando'a, Praise kink, Body worship, Mentioned size difference, Dirty talk, Bulge, Unprotected PiV sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), Cunnilingus (F receiving), I'm probably forgetting tags

Summary:

"Why you?" He echoed, unsure.

You nodded, feeling your heart beat a little louder in your chest as you continued.

"You're from a strong clan. You're known as a brave warrior. There has to be a dozen clean leaders offering you their daughters as brides, even more lining up to try and court you. Yet you didn't choose them. You didn't choose a clan that are known as warriors or hunters or anything like that. You chose my clan." And mentally you added: "Weak as it is."

Swallowing again, feeling the lingering taste of sweetness in your mouth, you let your voice raise a tad louder, now confident of yourself. "I-...my clan- we aren't fighters, warriors. We're builders, engineers, craftsmen. We don't wage wars or fight battles, we barely survived the onslaught of the Empire. Yet instead of picking a different clan, a stronger clan, you chose this one instead. You-"

This time your eyes fell to your lap, and your face soured with your next words tumbling uncertainty out of you: "You chose me."

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A/N: This is...the longest chapter I’ve ever written. It’s HUGE (just like Paz, huehue) so you may want to actually book some time to read it all. I’m crossposting to here and AO3 bc of a recent account issue, but I’d appreciate if you’d also leave a comment over on AO3! Thank you everyone for supporting this limited series!

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"Cold."

That was your first thought upon the haze of sleep slowly fading from your senses, the chill of the dawn-cold air sneaking under the thick furs you were swaddled in, the same ones Paz had draped over you the night prior.

"Paz..."

The second thought followed the first, and soon you found yourself blinking your eyes open to the soft light of sunrise peeking through the fabric of the tent. Lips parted, you could see your breath fog and curl away from you with a sigh. The pink and purple hues of dawn cast the tent in soft pastels, the long burned down lanterns swinging gently above you with the tent flap slightly parted.

Slowly, you became aware of the rest of your body. Your arms were wrapped around you beneath the cover to hug a modicum of more warmth to yourself, bare legs wound tightly into the blanket covering you, and you could feel the remnants of a pleasant coil below your stomach, evidence of the activities from last night.

Absent, however, was the presence of a form beside you. The furnace of Paz's bare skin was gone, and you shifted to find that indeed his sleeping figure no longer remained tucked around you. In fact, the tent was entirely empty besides yourself.

For a moment, the haze of slumber vanished from you as you realized your now husband had left you alone in your wedding bed. Brow furrowing, you gently sat up, gathering the fur cover to your bare shoulders and looking around in confusion.

Anxiety began to well inside you as your surroundings yielded no clues to Paz's disappearance. The worst-case scenarios appeared like vague figures dancing in the morning mist inside your mind. Had Paz left before you could stop him? Gone back to whatever he was doing prior to your engagement, choosing to leave you behind? Had he decided that you weren't satisfactory as his bride? Leaving you jilted and alone in the same bed where you had cried into his arms?

He had promised he wouldn't lie to you, yet the warrior's absence spoke of something else.

Footsteps, then, just beyond the tent. Crunching the frosty grass against boots as they crept closer to the tent opening.

You tensed automatically, shoulders stiffening and wrapping the cover tighter around your exposed form. The thought occurred to you that this could perhaps be one of the elders, come to inspect your marriage bed for proof of your consummation. A shudder ran up your spine at the thought, made worse by the chill on your skin.

Yet the one who revealed himself at the entrance was not an elder, nor a cousin or any of your kin. Instead, it was the broad figure of your husband, gently parting the flaps for his form to come inside.

He was wearing his helmet, though devoid of most of his armor. The visor turned to you as he entered, making him pause. In the reflection you could see your anxious, wide-eyed stare looking back at you. Paz froze, as if he had just spooked an animal from hiding in the woods.

Then, in a gentle, reassuring voice, he offered: "Good morning, Riduur."

All at once the tension fled from your body, shoulders slouching as you let yourself sag in relief. A sigh curled past your lips, upturning in a smile before you looked back up to your now-husband. That's when you noticed the tray in his hands, appearing small against his broad palms, yet piled high with many of the dishes and delicacies you hardly got to taste the night before.

In the silence that followed, your stomach gurgled.

You soured your face downwards at your belly, as if you could scold it for its disruption. Yet the sound eased the quiet tension from the tent, and all at once Paz chuckled, his voice filtered by his helmet. You felt yourself warm at the sound, turning your eyes back to the warrior as he fully made his way inside and over towards you.

"I hope I didn't wake you." He spoke softly, as if his voice could lull the sun back to sleep below the horizon. "I thought you might be hungry."

With that he set the tray beside you, at the edge of the pile of furs and pelts that you both had dozed off in last night. You could see swirls of steam rise from the plates, a mug of something warm tucked to one side. The smell of cooked meats, of bread and spiced fruit filled your nose, and it took everything in you to not leap at the tray like a child tempted by sweets.

"Thank you." You spoke after a moment, swallowing back your hunger just long enough to mutter the phrase. Then, with frigid fingers, you reached for a pile of sweetened rolls, feeling the warmth curl into your mouth on the first bite.

The delight on your face must have shown, for Paz chuckled again, his shoulders shaking slightly with the rumbling sound. You looked up at him, mouth full of the roll, to see him reach up and take off his helmet. Just as last night, you were struck by his features. Though Paz's face was hardened by years of conflict, the smile on his lips was soft, pleased. His eyes were gentle as he gazed at you, taking in your sleep mussed form with the crumbs of your meal still tucked against the corner of your mouth.

You swallowed hard, feeling not for the first time conscious of Paz's sudden attention on you. You fidgeted for a moment, snuggling further into the blanket draped about your so Paz could see even less of your bare form. Then, tentatively, you offered:

"Did you…sleep well?"

Paz nodded, and you could see his mouth draw a little tight at the hesitation in your voice. Kneeling before you, his hands clenched on his broad thighs, his voice came back similarly unsure.

"Mmm. You uh...you snore in your sleep."

You bit your lip, avoiding his gaze on you as you mumbled a reply. "A-ah. Sorry."

"No, it- it was adorable, actually." Paz returned, and you could hear some of the forced laughter in his voice.

This was awkward. Somehow you hoped you would be past this, this strange small talk between two strangers. It was as if you two hadn't shared the same bed last night, showed each other your naked forms, as if Paz hadn't been the one to force those sounds out of you as he-

Well.

Now that same man, your husband, sat in front of you, after bringing you breakfast and providing you with-

Ah.

The reality of the situation suddenly became known to you, as you realized all at once what this gesture was meant to be.

An offering.

Paz hadn't gotten the chance to court you. Your marriage was arranged, not chosen but rather created as an agreement. What Paz did now, carefully arranging the same dishes he had seen you eye last night but not reach for out of anxiousness as to what awaited later, was an entreaty, a hopeful request.

Yet it brought back some of your same questions from the day you had learned of your betrothal, ones that lingered even now. The roll in your hand fell to your lap, and your head bent down for a moment as you considered. Paz tensed across from you, as if worried he had somehow displeased you. At last, you looked up, eyes clear, and asked the question that had weighed on you for so long.

"Why me?"

Paz, for his credit, didn't react at all. He didn't even flinch, body remaining perfectly still at your query. His eyes, however, betrayed his confusion. Brow furrowing, his tried to understand your question, meeting your open gaze directly, as if somehow it would help him decipher the meaning of your words.

"Why you?" He echoed, unsure.

You nodded, feeling your heart beat a little louder in your chest as you continued.

This time your eyes fell to your lap, and your face soured with your next words tumbling uncertainty out of you: "You chose me."

The silence that followed was devastating. It was if the absence of Paz's reply somehow confirmed your worst fears, laying them bare before him just as you had the night before. Now instead of the love you felt from that pleasured grace you could only feel a small remorse, a regret that you weren't the bride Paz had intended for himself.

"Mesh'la." Paz sighed, the breath falling free from his chest. You only drew further in on yourself, shoulders shrinking.

Yet Paz's large palm reached out across the divide between you, as if it could bridge the gap of misunderstanding that still existed there. You felt his warm touch curl around your chilled fingertips, intertwining your fingers clumsily.

It made you look up at him, distraught and anxious as you were, to see if there was possibly some type of reassurance in his gaze. His eyes were calm and dark like the depths of the ocean, holding within them the many secrets you had yet to reveal.

Then, there was a flash of something, a memory perhaps, across his eyes. It vanished before you could fully catch it, softening Paz's expression before a small smile worked its way onto his lips.

"The day I came to visit your village." He spoke, voice a deep tenor in his chest. "It was sunset when we landed. I came to speak to your elders about an alliance, one that would strengthen both our clans."

You watched as Paz's eyes grew hazy with the memory in his mind, a small smile tucked against his lips.

"I remember walking to the main tent of your village, when something caught my eye."

You blinked, and all at once you remembered as well. The vision of Paz, in his blue armor catching the glint of the late afternoon sun, tall and broad through the gaps of the tents. You had been terrified of him then, this man rumored to be vicious and unrelenting even off the battlefield. The sight of his head turning towards you, visor locked onto your gaze for all of a moment, had sent you scurrying back towards the edge of the village.

You looked up at Paz wide eyed, lips parted in surprise as he recounted that same instance to you from his perspective.

"I saw the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, vanishing off into the distance with her skin warm by the sun."

Something flopped inside of you, a heartbeat too loud twisting your stomach at the vision Paz offered you.

The warrior across from you raised your hand from your lap, and you watched raptly as it reached his lips, knuckles grazing the stubble across his jaw.

"Marriage wasn't my original intention, I wanted the opportunity to court you properly." He went on, eyes now cast down, but the gentle smile ever present. "But your elders suggested it as a way to solidify our alliance, and when I learned it was you who they proposed as my bride, I…couldn't find it in me to deny them."

Then his eyes flicked upwards to yours. "I know that this is perhaps not what you wanted. I also wished we had the chance to know each other before our vows. But trust me when I say that this isn't about your clan, about alliances, about what you can offer me with a dowry."

You found yourself caught in the surge of emotions Paz offered unto you, his voice deep like thunder and yet a chorus of wishes you wanted to confess back to him.

"I wanted you. As you were. I hoped that you would be good to me, that you would be gentle, kind. I know now that all of those things are true, that you are indeed my bride, my Riduur."

With those words Paz lifted his hands, rough and calloused palms coming to rest against the softness of your cheeks as he gently cupped your face. As if collecting water from a spring, he lifted you to his waiting mouth, and you went willingly. Against his lips you let your doubts dissipate with a stuttering sigh, and Paz drank it in greedily, relishing the taste of delicacies against the corner of his mouth.

Paz would never lie to you, that he swore. Not that you doubted him, but every word that he had spoken was said with nothing less than true devotion, a softness and reverence that had previously been unimaginable to you. Paz's intentions were true. Regardless of clans, wars, conflicts or strife, Paz wanted you. As you were, as you had been the day that you two had met gazes in the sunset hour of your chance encounter.

"Paz." You gasped, shuddering as he surged upon you, dragging your bottom lips between his teeth. "Say it again."

Paz let out a sharp breath, the warmth of it coiling against your skin. "Say what, Riduur?" He asked, and the word alone sent a shiver up your bare spine, gooseflesh dancing along the trail it left behind.

"That." You replied, eyes fluttering as he parted from you for just a moment, lost in the sea of his gaze. "Call me that again. Tell me you chose me."

Paz hummed, the sound echoing forth in your own chest as his head dipped back down not to your lips, but to the side of your face, which he placed a chaste kiss against your cold cheek.

"Riduur." He murmured there. "My bride. The one I feel in love with at first sight. Beautiful, Mesh'la."

Each word rolled off his tongue as if he were chanting a prayer to some higher being, the words ingrained in him since long ago yet spoken to you for the first time. The tension in your body fled you nearly instantly, and soon you became soft as his wide arms accepted you, pressing feather light touches further down your jaw and neck.

"My beautiful wife, beloved, beautiful bride." He continued, his words whispered into your skin and warming away the chill left by early morning. Your hands raised from your lap, breakfast now forgotten, to wrap around his neck and anchor yourself there.

"Paz." You murmured in return, feeling that same fire from last night rekindle in your stomach. The words he had whispered to you just before you slept floated back to you unbidden:

"There will be time for that come morning."

The reminder that you had climaxed alone, preening under his attentive care summoned in your mind as your husband slowly eased the fur blanket from your shoulders. You shivered at the touch of frigid air against your skin, making a small sound of protest.

" 's cold." You murmured, trying to tuck yourself further into Paz's arms to ward off the chill.

Paz's laugh rumbled deep in his chest, echoing against your collarbone.

"Guess I'll just have to warm you up then." He replied lowly, and the promise heavy in his breath kindled that small fire burning low within you. Paz's voice was like distant thunder, and you could feel it heavy in your bones as he spoke.

Paz's lips reconnected with yours for just a moment, leaving behind a chaste kiss that had you pressing into him for more. Yet he held you back for a moment, leaning back to take in the sight of you without the blanket to cover your still bare form.

"Stars." He murmured, and his eyes were blown wide, pupils dark as he drank in the vision that was you. Your arms, previously held against his broad neck, gently slid down to his chest, hands played across his pectorals as you bent your head a bit, conscious of his stare. Your skin prickled under his eyes, pleasant and yet aware of him all at once.

"Oh Mesh'la." He murmured, and soon your head was being tipped back so you could meet his lips one more. "How did I end up with such a beautiful wife?"

You smiled against the corner of his mouth, remembering that prior to last night you had feared this man, been afraid of the ruthless warrior he was rumored to be, dreaded your wedding night with him. Yet since the moment you had entered the tent he had been nothing but kind, practically worshipful of you, drinking in every aspect of you greedily.

"You are too." You spoke, and for a moment emotion threatened to crack your voice. "Big and gentle and beautiful and...safe."

Paz stilled at that, the hands that traced along your sides stilling for a moment at your words. You bit your lip, wondering for a moment if you had said too much.

Yet Paz's breath escaped his chest all at once, and you could practically feel the smile that appeared against his lips.

"Safe." He echoed, as if to himself.

Then, with a delicate touch that stole your breath away, Paz's hands cupped your face, turning it up towards his tender gaze. His thumb brushed over your cheek, reaching down to swipe at your lower lip, parted in a soft breath that slipped from your throat.

You reached up then, taking Paz's face and bringing it down closer. Yet instead of letting your lips settle against his, you touched your forehead against his. Paz recognized the gesture, and together you two breathed in deeply, synchronous.

"Safe." You repeated. "I know you are a man of your word, Paz Vizsla. You promised to never hurt me, and you...you've been so gentle to me. I..." You swallowed thickly, the idea that your husband had turned out to be such a soft, compassionate man despite your original terror rising quickly in your chest. "I'm...so happy."

And this time you smiled. Truly. As if those words were the confirmation you needed to yourself. To be happy, to have married a man who was kind, adoring, strong and trustworthy, someone who could protect you and keep you safe just as much as he could shower love onto you. The joy of it all threatened to crack in your throat, and you could feel tears smart at the corner of your eyes. Here he was, trying to earn your trust as opposed to demanding it as your husband, trying to prove himself to you with more than just his words...

For the briefest of moments, it felt as if all the hope in the galaxy could not compare to the warmth in your chest, here in the arms of your husband.

Paz's breath tore from his chest as if he had been holding it. You could taste the smile there, let it settle into your heart like something with feathers coming to perch there.

And it was too much to bear in that moment, so you surged upwards, catching against Paz's lips clumsily. The motion was abrupt, and Paz nearly fell backwards with the force of it. You practically folded into his chest, his arms catching your form against his. The sudden realization on his part that your form, still bare and cold to the touch, was pressed almost entirely against him made the normally fearsome warrior whine.

Yet that only served to fuel you, as you adjusted yourself so that your hips raised up and you settled yourself to balance on one of Paz's thick thighs. The touch of his leg against your core all at once had you gasp, and Paz practically growled at the sound, fierce and protective.

"Stars, Cyar’ika." He murmured, dragging your lip between his teeth and making you keen. "Look at you. Suddenly so needy. You are a vision."

You preened under the praise, aware of exactly the effect you had on this man, making him come undone at the seams with a few kisses and your body alone. The power you held did you escape you, and so in response you shifted yourself along his thigh, relishing in the delicious friction there.

"Paz." You gasped. "Paz, want you- please."

"All you had to do was ask, beloved." He returned with a chuckle, and soon you both were shifting backwards as Paz scooted you both to the warm pile of blankets that you two had cuddled into last night. Your back fell against them, and you stretched at just how warm they were still, trapped between the coziness of the furs and the furnace of the Mandalorian above you.

Paz braced himself over you, and in the growing morning light that spilled through the tent you could see the features of his face clearly now. With his pupils blown wide with desire, lips puffed from your earlier ministrations and shoulders tense as he held himself above you, the man before you seemed like something out of a dream. Kind yet handsome and yours.

"What do you want, Riduur?" Paz asked, and his voice was deep, hoarse in his chest.

You squirmed a little at the question, feeling your skin warm knowing your response and shy all the same.

"W-want you in me, Paz." You confessed a little quietly. "Want to feel you, please."

Paz groaned at that, the sound deep and heady.

"Gods I was hoping you'd say that, Mesh'la." He confessed, letting his head droop for a moment. "Was thinking all morning before you woke up about it if I'm being honest. With you in my arms, your ass up against my thighs- force-"

He bent his head once more, taking your lips against his in a kiss that was nearly bruising with the desire behind it.

"Gonna have to prep you sweetheart." He spoke between gasps. "It's gonna stretch a little, think you can handle that? Think you can be a good girl for me and be patient?"

You nodded fervently, wanting to try, wanting to please him, wanting to feel.

Paz groaned again, voice a little choked as he strained: "Good girl. Gonna make you feel good sweetheart. Promise you."

With that Paz began to move down your body, planting a series of small kisses against your skin as he went. You arched into his touch, feeling your muscles ache and call out for him. Still cold, you managed to stretch and find a blanket within grasp and drag it closer. Paz paused, likely to object to you obstructing the vision that was you, but recognized your shivers as ones less of desire and more of the chill, letting you sloppily sling the blanket across your chest. Besides, that wasn't what he was focused with.

You expected him to stop once he got to your stomach, breath hovering against your belly as his hands searched for your entrance. Yet to your surprise he only descended further, the scrape of his stubble tickling your sensitive skin as he went. You blinked in surprise at first as Paz began to settle himself between your legs, spreading them and carefully propping them over his shoulders.

"Paz, w-what are you- hnng-!"

Without warning Paz's mouth settled against your core, tongue probing tentatively against your entrance and marking you arch like a bow off the bed.

"P-Paz!" You yelped, the sensation foreign and yet maddening with its intensity. One of Paz's broad hands reached up, splaying across your stomach in an effort to still you.

"Does that feel good, sweetheart?" He breathed, as if the question itself robbed him of the air in his chest. "I'm just getting started- gods, you taste so good."

Your entire body warmed at that, hearing such vulgar praises escape from his throat, all but growling against you. The vibration seemed to seep inside you and again you keened high in your throat, the sound carrying beyond the tented ceiling.

Paz took his time however, forgoing attention to your core in favor of pressing kisses and soft bites against the insides of your thighs. You could feel that dull ache within you begin to sharpen at his attentions, spread out and on display for him. Yet Paz seemed to purposefully avoid the task at hand at first, wanting to savor the taste of your skin against his lips.

You wiggled under him, wanting, needing more but not getting nearly enough. That broad hand against your stomach kept you from bending too far off the bed, a touch that drove a shameless part of you into an absolute frenzy. The fact that Paz was taking his time to prepare you, build up to his attentions and yet maintaining control over you drove you wild.

"Paz- Paz please." You whined, trying to reach your hands down to touch him. Paz merely chuckled against the inside of your thigh.

"Mesh'la." He spoke, and his tone almost seemed like he was admonishing you. "So impatient."

Yet he did as you asked, and soon you felt his hot breath against your core. You were breathing hard now, chest rising and falling and the cold long since fled from your skin. As Paz's tongue licked a broad stripe against you it took everything in you not to jolt from the sensation, gasp tearing from your throat in a sound that echoed Paz's name.

Where Paz had previously taken his time with you he now abandoned all pretense. Unlike last night when he wanted to savor you, enjoy you and listen to the orchestra of sounds he could coax from you, the warrior nestled between your thighs now seemed determined to devour you, to make you scream. His mouth, his tongue, breath against you and stubbled jaw tickling along the inside of your thighs drove you to madness, and soon your hands were reaching down and finding purchase against his short hair, tangling your fingers in his locks. That seemed to only encourage Paz, a noise that sounded nearly primitive ripping from his chest and coming to rest against the inside of you.

"Karking hell, Mesh'la." He groaned, taking a moment to let you settle after your body threatened to wiggle out from under him with the intensity of it all. "So fucking sweet, you're fucking soaking. Can't imagine what you feel like."

Had you any breath to spare you would have answered him, but as Paz raised his head to look up at your face he nearly folded in on himself. You couldn't even imagine what you looked like in that moment, pupils completely dilated, lips swollen from his previous attentions, hair wild and eyes heavy with lust. You could see your wetness glistening on his lips, and against your own self-control you bucked against the hand keeping you flat.

Paz stifled a sound in his chest, if only barely. You could feel it threaten to bubble up his throat, escape into the frigid morning air. The look in his eyes alone threatened to overwhelm you. The previous gentle tenderness there had turned into something darker, a hunger, a need so powerful Paz was using all his might to keep it at bay.

Finding your voice at last you gasped, throat dry: "Paz- need, need your f-fingers, inside- hnng- please, please-"

This time Paz couldn't contain the sound within him, and you saw that dark hunger flash dangerously across his gaze.

"Fuck, Mesh'la, when you beg so pretty like that, I can barely stand it-"

Yet he did exactly as you asked, bending the arm not used to keep you from squirming to reach the apex of your thighs while keeping strict eye contact with you. Your chest heaved as Paz's finger circled once, twice, before dipping into you. You threw your head back with a cry, but it wasn't enough, wasn't nearly enough.

"Don't-" You gasped. "Don't stop, Paz- ah!" You babbled. Yet Paz seemed to recognize the plea behind your words, pausing and nearly withdrawing his fingers before carefully slipping in another alongside it.

This time you practically did scream, thighs shaking and threatening to close in on him. Eyes closed, your vision clouded with shapes and colors that seemed to mimic strange dreams, lost in the haze of your own lust.

"Riduur." Paz purred, and you shivered at the tone of his voice. "You are the prettiest sight I've ever fucking seen."

His words threatened to nearly overwhelm you, and you hiccupped on your next gasp, feeling his fingers briefly pump in and out of your before carefully spreading inside of you once more. You struggled to control the breath in your chest, each inhale escaping as quickly as it came. The world around you, normally so serene and gentle at first light, threatened to fall out from under you when Paz suddenly bent his head and let his breath blow hot against your clit.

"Paz!" You yelped, throwing an arm across your face to try and blot out the world around you so you could focus just that much more on his touch. Your thighs tried to clench shut around his head, and briefly you heard Paz choke before you forced yourself to release them once more. "Paz please, please- enough, want you inside-" Normally you would be mortified at the sound of your voice so desperate, on the verge of sobbing, but your entire world had narrowed down, tunneled to the feeling, the presence, the touch of Paz.

"Not yet sweetheart." Paz rumbled, but you could sense his impatience as well. "Think you can handle one more?"

You nodded energetically, releasing your arm to look down at him with hooded eyes and flushed skin.

Paz practically snarled at the look he found in your gaze, managing to choke out a "Good fucking girl-" before adding another finger inside you.

This time you did sob, the stretch entirely too much all at once but so good, so full. Yet if Paz's words were true it was likely nothing compared to the fit that would come later, soon.

Paz gave a few quick pumps of his fingers inside you, curling them to that same spongy soft spot inside that had made you see stars last night. You felt your skin catch fire as he did, something akin to a wheeze tearing from your throat as sparks seemed to curl through your veins, originating from that forbidden fruit inside you and blossoming into a garden of pleasure against your insides. The sounds your slickness made as he moved his fingers inside you was nothing less than absolutely filthy, but you couldn't bring yourself to care, drunk off the feeling of Paz, Paz, Paz-

That coil that had begun to purr inside you threatened to come lose, and so you had to reach down and grasp Paz wrist with a white-knuckle grip, making a series of pleading sounds at him incoherently for him to hold off.

"No-" You gasped, and Paz mercifully stilled. "No-not yet. Paz- inside-"

Paz breathed hard, and even with your eyes scrunched shut you could feel the way he was coiled against you, every muscle held taut in anticipation of what was to come.

"Fucking pretty girl." He cooed. "So sweet begging me to fill you up- do you even know what you're asking for, sweetheart?"

And you nodded, desperately so, the logical part of your brain all but fried with pleasure. You knew that the warrior before you was likely just as big as you thought, but you didn't care, you wanted to try and test the limits of this new pleasure he had offered you, opening yourself up to him and letting him delve further, deeper into you.

"Paz-" You whined, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes now. Swallowing thickly, you tried to regain some amount of composure as you offered: "Riduur."

Paz choked on the sound in his throat, and you knew that you had finally gotten to him, had tested the bounds of his patience and, with that sound, watched it shatter into a thousand tiny fragments.

"Karking-" He cursed, biting his tongue before he shifted quickly, withdrawing his fingers from inside you and making you whimper at the loss. "Hold on, sweetheart. Give me just a minute, think you can be patient for me, yeah?"

You didn't know if you had any patience left in your body, but you nodded anyways, wanting to hear him again tell you that you were doing so good, being a good girl, Maker-

Paz tugged off his shirt , practically tearing it in the process, and his loose-fitting pants were quick to follow. You watched through a half-lidded gaze, body shivering in a mix of overstimulation and anticipation at what awaited you.

But when the warrior in front of you finally, finally, released himself from the confines of his pants, that mind numbing lust seemed to crash down on you nd send you rocketing back to earth.

Big.

Paz was big.

You had never taken anything like that before. You weren't even sure if you could.

The reality of it all seemed to shine through in your eyes, because as Paz's hand descended on his shaft- thicky, veiny, flushed from base to tip, he paused.

"Hey." His voice managed to penetrate your thoughts. "Hey, Cyare, look at me, look at me, okay?"

You did so with a shuddering breath, swallowing thickly as your eyes flicked upwards towards his gaze. There you met his focused gaze, eyes intent but loving as he looked down at you.

"We're gonna take it slow, okay? If you need to back out, you just say the word and we stop, yeah?"

You nodded after a moment, feeling your heartbeat hard in your chest. The sound seemed to multiply as Paz crouched low over you, crawling up your form towards your face, where he bent his head against yours once more.

You both stilled for a moment, breathing in a synchronous stuttering breath before Paz asked: "Can you say it again? That you trust me, that you're safe with me, Mesh'la."

The remnant gasp of air fled from your lips, and you nodded quietly against him. "I trust you, Paz Vizsla. Just...be gentle, please."

"Wouldn't dream of hurting you, Cyare." He murmured back. "Never. I swear on my life."

That made your heart flop helplessly inside of you, at the reminder that Paz was just so reverent of you, practically falling on his knees before the altar that was you.

"Gonna move you for a sec, ok beautiful?" He asked, and you had only a moment to nod before Paz's tree trunk arms were wrapping around you firmly, protectively, and lifting you against his form.

After a moment of settling, you found yourself atop Paz, him sprawled out under you and your hips balanced atop his. The wetness from inside you seemed to seep across his stomach, past the dark trail of hair that descended down, past his belly to the base of his thick shaft pressing against your stomach.

You swallowed.

"Gonna let you set the pace sweetheart. It's a lot, so you need to take your time, ok?" His voice offered, hoarse and tight as it was.

You nodded, albeit a bit anxiously, trying to fathom exactly how all of that was supposed to fit.

Yet Paz's broad, firm hands were braced against your waist, lifting you up and straddling you over him. It took you a moment of trepidation, but you reached down and grasped his cock, smoothing your thumb over the head and relishing the sound stuck in Paz's throat as you did.

"Mesh'la-" Paz groaned, and this time he was the one begging, resisting the urge to thrust up, to fill you, trying to tame the wild desire inside of him in an attempt to not hurt you.

Fortunately, you took the hint, and after a moment of adjustment you nestled your entrance over him, slotting the thick head of his shaft between your thighs and slowly sinking downwards.

The sound you made was nothing less than depraved.

Just the tip of him seemed to knock the breath from you, and after another delicious inch of him settling into you, you had to stop and breathe, brace yourself.

Paz was practically trembling under you, the grip on your hips nearly bruising.

You were full, so full you could feel the deep stretch, legs spread wide on either side of Paz's legs in an attempt to give yourself that much more room to adjust. Your entire form was shaking, trembling, and for the briefest of moments you wondered if you could manage this.

Then, Paz's cock twitched inside you and the sensation threatened to buckle you from the inside out. You both let out a sound that merged together as one, and soon you were sinking once more, descending further along his shaft, deeper into the depths of Paz.

The process seemed to take an eternity, and more than once you had to pause, hands braced against Paz's stomach as you adjusted. The entire time Paz cooed praises onto you, thumbs rolling soothing circles into your hips as you took him in his entirety.

"Gods- good fucking girl, Mesh'la. Taking me so karking well, shh- take your time it's- hnng, it's okay. You're doing so well, stars-"

When you were finally, completely, wonderfully seated on him, your pubic bone flush against the base of his shaft, you had to take a moment to let the breath resettle in your chest.

It was inside. Completely. Gods above you had never felt this full, this stretched, enough that it practically burned. Yet that fire seemed to only meld together with the untamable flame licking low in your stomach, craving, desiring more, needing to not just be full, but to move.

You fluttered around him at the thought, and the sensation must have been the final straw in Paz's resistance, because he bucked up into you without thought.

You saw stars. You couldn't even make a sound, jaw hanging agape, and eyes glossed over as Paz nudged something deep inside you that made you go practically boneless, limp except for his hands bracing you.

"Fuuuck- Riduur, I'm sorry, I didn't mean- seven hells you feel so good, are you okay? Did that hurt?" Paz babbled under you, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to respond, busy watching the constellations behind your eyelids unfold.

"Paz-" You spoke at last, voice broken. "It's so- so much, f-feels so good."

Paz let a whoosh of air bubble up his throat, fingers digging into the thick meat of your thighs and making you whimper.

"Yeah?" He asked, breathless. "Promised I'd make you feel good, sweetheart. Told you I'd fill you up. You're so fucking tight, Mesh'la, fitting like a fucking glove around me-"

Paz gave another small jolt of his hips, and this time the noise in your throat cracked.

"Paz, Paz-" You murmured, trying to focus your vision down on him. You didn't even know what you wanted at this point, sated with him inside you but needing more, something more to chase down that unbelievable high that taunted you from the distance.

"That's right, sweetheart." Paz soothed from under you. "Take your time, but- gods above- the things you're doing to me right now. Wish I could see this, just this, you taking my cock so well, in my lap, so fucking perfect, wish I didn't have to see another thing for the rest of my life."

You whimpered at that, at the vision Paz offered you. Yet you wanted to return that pleasure tenfold, wanted to reach even higher, dizzying heights with him. So, you braced yourself and with the little, weak strength left in your legs, gave a small bounce on his shaft.

You groaned openly then, overstimulated, sensitive, full. The world seemed to white out except to the sensation of Paz's cock inside you, and as you gave another experimental roll of your hips, the only thing managing to pierce through that fog was the sound that choked from the man under you.

On the next little bounce of your hips Paz bucked up to meet you, and you bit your lip hard enough that you were afraid you'd draw blood. Yet soon enough you two managed to find a slow, gentle rhythm that made fire dance in your veins and sparks fly behind your eyelids.

You had your eyes closed in focus, but Paz's voice managed to break through your concentration, murmuring for you to look down at him. So, you did, pupils blown wide with lust, mouth slack as Paz pumped carefully in and out of you.

"Look at you, Mesh'la." he breathed between gasps. "Look at the sight of you- fucking drunk on my cock. Does it feel good, sweetheart?"

You nodded, beyond words, brow scrunched in pleasure as you gave a particularly firm bounce on him. Paz rumbled at that, his eyes dark and hungry under you, drinking in the vision of you above him.

And when Paz's next thrust angled just right inside of you-

You wailed.

All the strength left in your thighs seemed to burn out like the last bit of fuel inside of a star, and you quivered on Paz's thighs, unable to meet his thrusts and limp against his hands.

Paz muttered a curse under you, stilling for a moment before you were being shifted. Paz sat up, keeping himself inside you as he perched you in his lap. His hands braced you against him, splaying across your lower back and pressing you flush to his chest as you tried vainly to regain a semblance of yourself. Yet your husband was pressing kisses against your face and neck as he waited for you to adjust, murmuring sweet nothings into your hair as you shook against him.

"Still with me, sweetheart?" He asked between kisses pressed to your temple and jaw. "God what a sound that was- think you can do that again for me? Fuck, you're doing so fucking good for me. You okay?"

You managed to swallow and nod against him, briefly burying your head against the crook of his shoulder as you brought yourself back from the edge of that precipice, seeing the abyss below you and the release it offered.

"I-I'm okay." You croaked, reaching and settling your arms against him, clinging to him as if he were a mast and you were lost at sea. "Don't…don't stop. Not yet."

Paz chuckled in your ear, and you shivered at the sound.

"Wouldn't dream of it, love." He replied, and his words were a promise.

With that he began to move once more, gentle at first, offering small little thrusts and rolls of his hips to get you situated once more. Yet at this new angle you could feel his rub at the deepest parts of you, and it wasn't long before each bounce of you on his lap was punctuated by a series of gasps and groans from you.

You stopped trying to meet his thrusts, content to simply let him take charge of you, doing what little you could to adjust every time his cock curved deep up into you and struck a bundle of nerves that threatened to send you careening, flying over the edge. You threw your head back, feeling your breasts graze across the coarse hair on his chest, nails digging into his back and a litany of senseless words spilling out of you like a dam broken.

All the while Paz continued to whisper, murmur, growl praises into your skin. As if chanting the words to a chorus you couldn’t hear but understood all the same, you surrendered yourself to the force that was Paz.

and Paz- Paz fucked you like a man possessed. Gone was the gentle, cautious touch he had given you earlier. The man driving deep into you now was nothing less than feral, as if you were his only sustenance in a galaxy full of plight.

At some point you began chanting his name as if it were a prayer offered unto the heavens, not knowing to whom or for what you offered praise. It didn't matter. None of it did. The only thing in the whole karking galaxy that mattered was Paz fucking into you, chasing his release just as much as he was chasing yours, carving a place for himself inside you as you simply clung to him, shuddered and tried to angle your hips downwards so he ground against the best parts of you.

Paz's thrusts had stopped being gentle now, each bounce and roll of his hips punching the air from your lungs with just how big he was. You were sure that if you glanced down, reached a hand down to feel, you would be able to touch the part of you that practically distended with the breadth of him. That thought alone threatened to undo you at the seams, unravel you from the inside out.

You could feel yourself climbing, ascending, like a starship rocketing upwards into the atmosphere, looming against the dark expanse of space and the dazzling cosmos there. In your bones you sung out an aria for it, the barest notes of which poured openly from you into Paz's waiting mouth.

"Gonna come for me, Riduur?" Paz gasped against you. "I’m close too, you're so fucking good to me, taking me so well and being so pretty and fucking sinful- wish I could stay like this, forever, inside you."

You bit off a whimper, words lost on the tip of your tongue and muscles shuddering and anticipation of your release. That coil deep inside you was darker, broader than last night, threatening to overtake you and drag you under completely, entirely. You could feel it approaching with rapid speed, could feel Paz's thrusts grow wet and sloppy under you, hear the filthy sounds of him thrusting up into you. You had to be fucking leaking down his cock, creating a pool out of his lap with how well he was fucking you. Yet you couldn't find it within yourself to care.

The slap of Paz’s thighs against your ass, the feeling of his breath rattling against your skin and sensation of your nails digging into his scarred back made you forget everything else that had ever mattered. The elders, your clan, let it all be damned, if only Paz could keep driving, thrusting inside of you and punctuating each jerk of his hips with the growl that tore from his chest.

Your insides were on fucking fire, each breath from your body a burst of flame against the cold air around you, spoken with a series of pleas that sounded like ”Please, please, please-“. You could feel Paz bump at something deep, deep inside you, and with each grind of his cock you felt it open, unfold for him, as if inviting him ever deeper.

Paz twisted you in his arms just so, and now with each thrust he bumped that bundle of nerves inside of that had made you let loose that wail from before. You couldn't hold back that same noise now, eyes closed, back arching against the hand braced at the mall of your spine, a wail tearing from your lips as Paz consistently hit there inside you.

"That's right." Paz grunted, and if you could see his gaze you would have seen the glint there, focused and starving. "Let go for me, sweetheart. Go on, I got you. Let go-"

And all at once you did, with a particularly firm punch of his hips against yours you let what little resistance you still had go, feeling yourself hurtle over the edge, up past the dome of clouds and into the great dark expanse beyond.

That coil inside of you tore lose, flooding every inch of you with something you could only describe as heaven. The little strength in your limbs eased out from you all at once, core pulsing against Paz and dragging him further, deeper into you with every flutter. You let out a silent scream, back bending and throat constricting with something silent but powerful, crying out as you were overwhelmed by the pure intensity of it all.

You barely noticed as Paz thrust one, twice, three times up into you, grunting with each pump of his hips as he did. With a final, stuttering gasp, he stilled, breathing hard and face bent into the crook of your neck as you gasped and shuddered against him.

Both of you remained like that, bodies shaking, breath barely enough to quench the starvation of air inside your chests, senses hazy with the aftermath of your climaxes. You felt yourself twitch in the aftershocks of your orgasm, core still fluttering around Paz's length inside you. The clench was borderline painful, but you were lost in the lingering effects of sparks dancing behind your eyelids, breath catching in your chest.

Paz held you tight to him as you tried to climb down from that impossible high, lips pressed flush against the soft skin of your neck as he too, shuddered. Hands splayed across the supple skin of your back, breaths tickling against your jaw, he stilled as you both tried to float back down to the surface, tried to begin and distinguish your bodies from the other.

You could distantly feel a flood of warmth inside you, settling against the deepest parts of you. Briefly, you panicked, shivering at the thought of the consequences, but remembered Paz's promise to you instead. You hadn't thought to ask, but more than likely he had an implant of his own.

So instead, you let yourself relish in the sensation, feeling just how warm you were inside, how full you were with Paz completely seated inside of you on top of your inside being stuffed with the aftermath of his climax. It was utterly filthy, and for a moment you whimpered at the depravity of it all.

"Riduur." Paz murmured, voice rumbling low in his chest. You warmed at the word, pressing a smile into his shoulder as the hazy pleasure of your climax lingered across your senses.

"Mmm." You murmured back, the sound mumbled against him. " 'm good. Really good." You reassured him, thumb grazing across his back comfortingly.

Paz sighed, the sound more like a pleased rumble than anything else.

You liked this. Tucked in his arms, his embrace around you, the hazy residue of your love making blanketing your senses in pleasure. His skin smelled like metal, the bite of beskar lingering there and filling your nose. You breathed it in, let it settle in your chest before exiting as a heavy sigh.

"You did good." Paz spoke, voice low. "So beautiful, so good, absolutely perfect, beloved."

A part of you threatened to come loose all over again at his words, and you sank further into him, burying your warm face against his chest. That only made your husband chuckle, and you could hear the sound reverberate against his ribs, thrumming in an echo to his own heartbeat.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked at last, and you gentle shook your head.

"No, I don't think so. It- it doesn't hurt. I'm a little sore, I’ll probably be even more sore tomorrow, but it's good."

Paz sighed deeply, his breath tickling against your hair.

"I couldn't have asked for a more perfect bride." He whispered, and his voice was nearly choked with emotion. "So sweet, so gentle, so good to me. Perfect in every way."

He lent back then, shifting you in his arms so he could look at you. A broad hand lifted to smooth a thumb against your cheek, and the breath in your chest caught at the pure adoration, the love in his eyes.

In that moment, seeing the depth of emotion in Paz's gaze, you realized that this man would do anything for you, would fetch you the stars if you so asked him. Yet you didn't want that. You didn't need that. All you wanted, the only thing you had ever wanted from the very start, was this. To be in Paz's embrace, his arms firm but protective around you, shielding you from the worries of the world and keeping you beside him with such a profound compassion it threatened to crack the foundation of your own existence.

"Paz." You murmured, your own emotions swelling against your chest. "Tell me, tell me again."

It took a moment for Paz to understand, confusion flickering across his gaze before a smile tugged at his lips.

"I chose you." He reaffirmed once more. "Not for clans, for alliances, for a dowry, for an heir. For you, beloved. Just you."

The heat of your emotions pricked the corner of your eyes, and you swallowed a sudden thickness in your throat.

"Paz." You spoke, your own voice threatening to crack with the sudden tidal surge of love there. "Beloved, beautiful, safe, wonderful Paz. I love you. I do."

Paz smiled, leaning forward and letting his lips graze your for just a moment before murmuring against them: "And I, you, Riduur. My bride. I love you too, I do."

I do.

You kissed him back, barely able to keep your lips against his with how broad your smile was, nothing but happiness against your soul.

In that moment, that single singularity in a galaxy of infinite possibilities, you knew that the only existence for you from this forward would be filled with nothing but bliss, here forever in the arms of your beloved.

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bacarasbabe · 3 years

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Headcanon - Thick Thighs..... You Know the Rest

This is how I think the Mandalorian men, Boba Fett, Paz Vizsla, and Din Djarin are when they’re with a female with a strong or larger frame body type. (More in the notes)

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Word Count: 900+

Warnings: It's smut. Graphic depictions of sexual acts, dry humping, oral sex (female receiving), p in v sex, cursing.

Notes: This was requested by @darthmama1618

Normally I try to keep depictions of the reader to a minimum to be as inclusive as possible. But this is specifically written from the perspective of a female reader with broad shoulders, wide hips, and thick thighs. She's big and strong and curvy. All bodies are beautiful 😍 and I hope you can still enjoy this even if you don't see yourself as the Reader in this. Just know that in my head the Mandalorian men would find all of you gorgeous. No matter what imperfections you think you may have. I guarantee you that they would take care of you until you loved every inch of yourself as much as they do.

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Boba Fett-

Boba pulled you down to straddle his lap. He’s big enough that your large thighs, thick with muscle, don’t feel like they’re standing out. He’s strong too. You can feel the evidence of this as you grip tightly to his biceps to keep your balance. His large hands are kneading at your hips as he drags you closer to his broad chest. Boba’s kiss is fierce. His tongue taking what he wants from you. Delving into your mouth, exploring the way you feel, tasting the sounds he elicits in you. You’re a mess, a puddle in his lap as you grind down against his erection. You can feel it throbbing even through all of the clothes and it only serves to make your pussy clench harder as you rut against him. Boba pulls back to look at you. A string of spit connects your open mouth to his halfcocked smirk before it snaps and falls, glistening on your chin and neck. “Look at you, girl.” Boba says as you work your thighs, unable to control yourself. The need to relieve the pressure on your clit too overwhelming. He finds the hem of your shirt and yanks it off, throwing it aside before reaching around to unclasp your bra. His hands are palming your breasts the instant your bra falls away, lifting them and squeezing them. The moan that escapes your mouth sounds animalistic to your ears as your arch your back, thrusting your chest at him further. “That’s it,” Boba coaches you as your hips begin to stutter, thighs working even harder to keep you going. “Grind against me until you cum. Then I’ll give you something else to cum on.”

Paz Vizsla-

“Paz! Fuck.” He had been clumsy at first. Too much teeth and having a difficult time keeping his tongue in the same place long enough for your liking. He was trying his best which was as endearing as it was sexy. But he was so lost, so enamored with your pussy that he just couldn’t seem to take the direction you offered. So instead you grabbed on to his hair tightly, taking the reins, and shoved his face where you needed it to be. You could feel him fight against you, wanting to lick the juices seeping from your cunt, but you forced his lips on your clit. “Lick,” you demanded and purred all at once. You kept him there, his neck straining against the force of your arms, your shoulders flexing to keep him in place. You kept him there until you could feel your orgasm slowly begin to build. Not ready to cum on his face just yet you pushed Paz further down, angling his nose away from your throbbing clit. “Fuck,” Paz understood this as another order. Like the rest of him, his tongue was large and thick. He stiffened it to plunge it inside your weeping pussy. Fuck, you couldn’t help but force him closer, close as possible as he fucked you with his tongue. The wet warm muscle dipping inside of you over and over again. Scooping out your arousal so he could drink it, drink you down. It ran down the sides of his face, dripping down the thick cords of muscle in his neck. The sight was too much. You pulled him back up and he whined before he started sucking and kissing and licking your clit. “Fingers!” You were so close. Your back arching, thighs and arms shaking with effort. Paz slid two of his fingers deep inside your cunt, pressing them up to rub against the inside of you. You came hard. Arms forcing Paz against you, thighs squeezing his shoulders in a vice, pussy drenching him in your cum. Paz was whining, wordlessly begging to be allowed to lick you clean. As you came down you relaxed your grip on Paz’s hair, letting him move his attention from your clit to your cunt. You’d let him clean up the mess you made before trying this again.

Din Djarin-

Din keeps his cock buried deep inside of you. You’re on your hands and knees, Din draping himself over you as he kisses your left shoulder. Its soft and tender. A complete contrast to the way he was just fucking you moments before. You pant, catching your breath as Din continues to kiss along your shoulder blade, the nape of your neck, across to your other shoulder blade and ending at your right shoulder. You squeeze around him, trying to coax him into moving but Din just smirks against your skin, refusing to move. Instead he brings his hands up to your sides and presses his fingers into your muscles, working his way up along the expanse of your back. It feels wonderful. The way he kneads your muscles beneath his deft hands. Din knows how to take you apart like you’re another weapon in his vast arsenal that needs his attention. Like you need carbon scrubbed from your skin. Like you need oiled and fine-tuned. You let your elbows collapse, resting your head in the blankets beneath, ass still in the air, held up by Din’s cock in your pussy. His hands crawl up from the small of your back, following the contour of your spine until his thumbs press into the muscle at the base of your neck. You shutter and begin to go limp, moaning at the feel of him. “That’s it,” His voice is low and wrecked. Unhindered by mask or modulator. “Relax,” he purrs as his hands find purchase on your broad shoulders. They fit him perfectly. Din pulls out of you slowly, cock dragging along the walls of your pussy before slowly pushing back into you.

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huxs-waifu · 3 years

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** contains smut

18+ - fiction which is adult and with heavy themes

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Hux

Star wars fairy tales - sleeping beauty G-rated

Grease Monkey - Gn!reader x hux G rated

of tea and timings **- Hux x F!reader regency au (A03) G-rated

Braided ** Hux x F!Reader 18+

Paz vizla

Blushing little flower(plus sized reader) ** 18+

Kylo

Shifted Masterlist **- ongoing Kylo x reader 18+

MCU

Dr strange

10,000 nights Masterlist ** - Dr strange x Diabetic!ofc 18+

Exactly what I predicted** 18+

Bucky Barns

Bucky x reader - moulin rouge inspired au G-rated

Loki

Corrupted - Slytherin!loki x gn!reader g-rated

BBC ghosts (all my ghost stories will be G-rated)

Humphrey

Saint like (humpfrey x f!oc)

Real stand up guy - part 2 of saint like (written pre series 3)

Don't tell the brides maid - part 3 - coming soon

The broken cupboard - school au

Harry Potter

Remus lupin

smelling sweet (GN!diabetic reader) G-rated

Bill Weasley

million times over** (bill x reader) AO3 18+

Pokemon

maxie (team magma)

just skip to dessert ** ( maxie x adult villian oc) 18+ AO3

One Piece

Mihawk

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pedrosbish · 3 years

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when the sun goes down

word count: 1.1k

warnings: smut (breeding kink, dirty talk, creampie, PinV sex)

summary: continuation of flowers in your hair (*fem!reader)

“Do you remember our vows, sweet girl?”

The sudden question takes you aback as well as the hulking figure of Paz as he slowly crowds your space until your back hits the wall. He takes off his helmet so that you can see his face and he can see you with his own eyes, the brown orbs taking in the way your face reddens at the closeness.

“Of course.”

“I promised you something that day.” He mutters, running a gentle hand over the delicate flowers decorating your hair. “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.”

Your breath hitches as he cups the smooth skin of your cheek, running a gloved thumb over your lips. “We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors."

His hand leaves your face, taking off his gloves, before slowly trailing his hand down to the hem of your tunic, playing with the fabric and exposing the skin of your belly. His eyes track the movement of his hand, licking his lips before looking into your eyes.

“I intend to keep my promise to you.” He whispers before placing a soft kiss to your lips. “Will you raise warriors with me, sweet girl?”

Nodding your head, your breath hitches as Paz smiles down at you, so widely and lovingly that you can't help but smile back, hand coming up to rest on his chest. He leans down to press a kiss to your forehead and then takes a step away from you, his eyes roaming over your figure, stopping to rest on your belly for a split second before coming up to meet your eyes.

“Strip for me.”

It doesn't take long for you to remove your clothing one piece at a time, tossing them to the corner of the room, and soon you stand bare before him. Eyes gleaming, he starts to unstrap the blue armour that keeps him from harm, the armour that grounds your thoughts when he’s away protecting his people and the foundlings.

Once every bit of his armour has come off, he stalks towards you causing your heart to beat faster within your chest, skin tingling as he finally comes to a stop, hand reaching out to take ahold of yours.

The two of you are quiet as he leads you to the bed, forcing you to lay back as he hovers above you. Eyes boring into your own, his hand rests on your thigh before leading up and up and up, until he reaches your belly where he strokes the skin back and forth underneath his thumb.

“So beautiful,” he says softly, smiling down at you as he leans his head down to press open-mouthed kisses underneath your jaw. “You’re going to glow when you’re with child. My child.”

His mouth trails down to press a fleeting kiss to your breast, the action making a whimper leave your lips, pushing your chest up higher and he chuckles lowly before encasing a nipple in his mouth until it hardens. His teeth scrape against it enough to make you hiss and he smiles, eyes meeting yours.

Moving down your body, he pushes your legs further apart until he can fit in between, pressing a kiss to your hip. He takes your hand and squeezes it, eyes on you as he leans his head down to your pussy, his breath causing you to close your legs around his shoulders.

“Paz, please.” He stops, eyebrows crinkling and a small frown on his face which causes a smile to cross your face, cheeks burning. “I just need you. Now.”

“Are you sure?” Glancing down to your pussy, he grins when he notices it clenching around nothing. “Sure you can take my cock, sweet girl?”

The condescending tone would usually have you gritting your teeth at him but now it just makes the slick between your thighs more obvious and of course, Paz notices, smiling and eyes gleaming as he moves back up, his hand trailing a path up up your body that sets your skin ablaze. He leans down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss that has you arching into him as your hands come up to curl around his biceps.

Pressing his forehead to yours, he closes his eyes as he lines up and pushes in, allowing your walls to accommodate to his cock. Usually, it took Paz three fingers and his mouth to get you ready for the largeness of him but after all the baby talk, your pussy easily takes him, a fact that has him restraining himself, pushing down the feeling of absolutely wrecking you.

Arms placed on either side of your head, he glances down to where the two of you are connected and he thrusts shallowly, groaning deeply when you clench tightly around him.

With a whispered confirmation it doesn't take long for Paz to set a brutal pace, cock brushing against a spot that has your mouth opening in a silent scream. His hand trails down to grab ahold of your leg, bringing your ankle up to rest on his shoulder, his pace faltering only for a second at the new angle and the tightness of your pussy before continuing.

“Going to fill you up, sweet girl.” He grits out, squeezing his hand around your thigh. His thrusts become shallow and your breath hitches as he hits that spot inside of you. “G-going to give you warriors.”

The string snaps and you gasp loudly as your pussy clenches so tightly around his cock that it takes him aback slightly, pace faltering. He smiles down at you, turning his head to place a kiss to your ankle before setting it down. You hiss as his thrusts grow slower but he doesn't stop, his cock still hard.

“Not done with you yet, sweet girl.” He chuckles, the vibration ringing out through his chest. “Have to fuck you until it takes.”

He huffs out a breath as he flips you over, back pressed to your chest and with a hiss he thrusts back into you, causing a gasp to leave your lips as he picks up the pace. Placing a kiss to the back of your neck, his arm comes around under your breasts to hold you in place.

Still sensitive, it doesn't take you long to cum, clenching so tightly around Paz’s cock that it sets him off, his seed spurting deeply into you, coating your insides and filling you completely.

“There we go, sweet girl.” Taking ahold of your chin, he tilts your face until he can stare into your eyes, placing a sweet kiss to your lips. “We’ll have a warrior in no time.”

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mysticalgalaxysalad · 3 years

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An Old Love Doesn’t Rust

Ship: Paz Vizsla x Din Djarin

Fandom: The Mandalorian/Star Wars

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: yearning, two idiots in love trope, feelings, detailed smut (18+), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, folks), oral sex, porn with feelings, fluff, romance, set after Chapter 16

Summary: Din accepts his fate with the Darksaber on the Mandalore. While preparing a ball for Mandalorians, he unexpectedly meets an old friend from the past and feelings come on the surface.

Words: 3.2k (what the fuuuck, i have never written this much for a oneshot, holy shit, i impressed myself at this point)

It was difficult to settle without him.

After Din let Grogu leave with Luke, he felt empty. He knew that he’ll miss his son. And that Grogu will miss him too. But there was something, that he needed to do. Din looked at the Darksaber and sighed. He wasn’t ready for this, but this was the Way.

Few months later…

„..and these flowers will be there…“

Din was already exhausted. As the Mand’alor, he was throwing a ball for his fellow Mandalorians. And it was pretty big event. His assistants were talking too much and at some point Din caught himself to be dived deep into his memories. Especially in his memories for certain bigger boy in dark blue Beskar armor…

Paz Vizsla. The name of a man Din thought of very often. Of his best friend. Oh, how much Din wanted to see that big blue di’kut again! In those rare moments, when Din dared to be vulnerable with himself, completely honest, he missed Paz in ways he would have never thought he would. He missed his deep voice, when Paz was talking about practically anything he had on his mind, his wholehearted laughter, when he and Din had gotten away with some mischief, his like dark night sky blue, shiny armor, his touch, when Paz patted Din on the back, when Din was choking on a piece of juicy fruit…

Din was so caught up in his thoughts and feelings about Paz, that he didn’t notice his right hand Mandalorian in purple Beskar saying him something. He remembered himself only after Mandalorian patting him on his shoulder.

„What’s going on?“

„Sir, I think it’s time to prepare for the event,“ Mandalorian nervously stepped.

„Oh yes, that ball,“ Din sighed and got up. „Thank you for noticing me,“ he nodded at Mando and left to prepare for the night.

Later that evening…

„Ladies and gentleman and others, welcome to the ball,“ Din, dressed in his silver Beskar armor, which was shinier and overall looking better than usually, started his first speach as the Mand’alor. All Mandalorians, also dressed in their shiny armors, listened to him very attentively. Djarin didn’t speak for too long, although he seemed to be very calm and confident, his heart was nervously pounding in his armored chest. He spoke about what he thought was important and from his heart.

„And now, let’s the fun begin. This is the Way,“ Din finished his speech with Mandalorian creed, and everyone could feel the smile in his voice.

„This is the Way,“ Mandalorians chanted cheerfully. Some of them even chanted Din’s name. Din blushed a little and smiled under his helmet. As he was watching his fellow vods having fun, he caught sight of very familiar blue color. And he felt suddenly his heart to stop.

That familiar blue color could originate from the only one source. In that moment, Din knew, who it was. It felt like Maker had heard his most secret hopes and dreams. Maybe…maybe he could be happy again.

Stunned Din watched his long lost friend Paz talking to Bo-Katan. Suddenly, he felt a lump forming in his throat, his mouth dry like Tatooine sands. Will Paz still remember his friend from childhood? And how did he leave Nevarro? Where had he gone after that shooting? Din’s head was full of questions he hoped he’d get answers to soon.

„…and then we saved Grogu and I lost the Darksaber,“ Bo-Katan grumpily rambled about their adventures to her new object of complaining, Paz, who really tried to listen to her, but he kept daydreaming, just as Din.

„So, who’s the new Mand’alor?“ Paz interrupted Bo-Katan’s venting, much to her annoyance.

„Look for yourself, big blue boy,“ she smirked.

Paz groaned. Something about the way she said „big blue boy“, irked him. He was about to say something ironic to her, when he noticed she left. Good, at least I’ll get some peace now, he thought. But not for long. When he turned to see the famous Mand’alor, he froze.

Paz would not have been much happier for his helmet than in the very moment he saw Din on the Mand’alor throne. His dark, sparkling eyes went comically wide, plump, soft lips, which had never kissed yet, slighty parted. It felt like all his thoughts, words were thrown out of Paz‘ head. He couldn’t even tell, what exactly he felt at that moment. Relief, happiness, doubt, that Din would not remember him, or something, that made his lower parts tingle? Probably all at once, if Paz would be absolutely honest with himself. And maybe something more. There was always something more with Din.

As the ball continues, Din felt himself very tired. But since he saw Paz, he could say, that something in the air changed. He also knew, that he wouldn’t be able to sleep without talking to Vizsla, but it seemed Din couldn’t get to him. Every few minutes someone wanted to talk with him.

While politely conversating with another Mando, he caught Paz‘ visor staring at him and suddenly the world stopped existing. It was like each other of them could see each other’s sould and it was intense and burning. Din’s breath hitched and his blood changed into something similar to molten lava.

He politely excused himself from discussion and nodded at Paz to follow him. He headed to a small part of garden, protected by a bunch of bushes with beautiful, soft looking bloody red flowers with thin petals and honey-sweet smell. Mand’alor didn’t turn his back to see, if Paz was really following him. Paz was.

When they got into that secret garden spot, Din slowly turned to Paz. His whole body lightly buzzed with nerves and sweet anticipation. For a few minutes, there was a silence, filled with a tension and something else. Promise.

They stared at each other for a while. Then Din moved and Paz moved too and they hugged like their lives depended on it. Mand’alor sighed happily. Paz‘ strong, big hug provided him security and comfort Din never knew he needed. Untill now. And when he got a taste, he could never get enough.

„Djarin, so you’ve made it to the Mand’alor,“ Din could feel the grin and proud in Paz‘ raspy voice. He, after all, was grinning like a fool himself under his Beskar bucket. „I see you’ve made it pretty good too, Vizsla,“ Din said, then he whispered softer. „I thought you’d died.“ His black visor met Paz‘ one.

„Y-yeah, i was succesful with leaving Nevarro, but I had to stay low since then,“ Paz explained, his voice sounded little bit choked. „Otherwise I would get in touch with you, but I thought it would bring you unwanted attention from those kriffing Imps and I - I didn’t want to endanger you, Din,“ Paz‘ voice got softer and softer with every word spoken. And I was afraid you wouldn’t remember me, Paz thought of.

Din was awestruck from what he just heard. After a minute or two, when he regained his composure, he spoke again, voice filled with an emotion he couldn’t quite entitle. „You could never endanger me, ner vod,“ and before he could stop himself, Din’s hands grasped Paz‘ helmet carefully and he stepped on his toes to clink his silver bucket against Paz‘. Din didn’t think about it twice. It somehow felt…so right.

To say Paz was overwhelmed, was a big understatement. He knew since he had seen Din for the first time after such long time, there had been something between them. He could feel it with his whole body, mind, soul. It was syrupy thick and sweet and hot and so intense, it consumed him. It brought emotions in Paz, which he wouldn’t even dare to call it.

So, he just stood there, absolutely dumbstruck, and gulped dry. His heart was pounding in his chest. Before he could do anything, Din let go of him. Paz was still quietly processing, that his best friend just kissed him in Mandalorian way, when Din did another thing, which took Paz Vizsla’s breath away. Din Djarin, the new Mand’alor, took off his helmet.

Paz knew he should scold Din for what he had just done. Broken Creed atc. However, he couldn’t bring himself to do so. All he could do right now, was to think about how Din looked so beautiful in the moonlight. His dark brown eyes, deep as the galaxy surronding them, reflected the light of stars above them. His helmet hair were wet with sweat and full of soft curls. And the pink, plump lips…Stars, Din was a sight for gods. Paz slightly shuddered. His mind was flooded with very tempting pictures of Mand’alor himself, writhing beneath big blue Beskar Mandalorian, his mouth creating perfect ‚O‘ shape, as Paz hit that heavenly spot inside Din, which made Din see not stars, but whole galaxies…His body reacted to these images very precisely and he was thankful for his codpiece, as he was already hot and throbbing in his pants.

Din noticed Paz‘ quietness and his tremble. He had no idea, why it happened, but he slowly started to be afraid, that Paz was disgusted by what he had done. Oh, if he only knew…

There was a flesh of insecurity in Din’s eyes and Mand’alor took a step back. This alarmed Paz, who got into his protector mode. „What’s wrong, cyare? Did I hurt you? Oh, kriffing hell, I didn’t-“ Paz would probably continue in his rambling, if he didn’t see Din’s surprised look with a hint of hope. And Paz realized, what he said. But there was no way in hell for him to take it back. Paz simply couldn’t hold himself anymore.

„Yes, Din, cyare,“ and now was time for Din to be in shock, because Paz copied his gesture with taking off the helmet. Din gasped, when Paz came closer and slowly, as if Din was made from a fragile materiál, caressed his blushed cheeks. His whole body throbbed with need. „So beautiful,“ Paz whispered and lowered himself to Din’s face. „You-you’re very pretty yourself, Paz,“ Din answered and looked at him with silent plea. Paz obeyed. His lips touched Din’s and it was burning like a wild fire. Slow, gentle kisses quickly turned into more needy, hot sensual ones. Both men after a while groaned into each other’s mouth, and that just spurred them more. It was sinful and passionate and just everything they wanted.

„We should také this somewhere private, Djarin,“ Paz panted into Din’s ear, when he licked his earlobe and sucked it. „Ye-yeah, we should- oh, kriffing stars,“ Din groaned, when he felt Paz‘ lips on his neck, sucking a mark on his tender spot. Under Vizsla’s touches, Din quickly changed into needy, trembling mess, he was so touch-starved.

Finally, Paz reluctantly let go of Din, picking his helmet. When Din got his helmet too, he nodded at the man with blue Beskar to follow him. They quickly walked through garden, too eager to feel each other’s body. After few minutes, which felt like eternity, they got into Din’s private quarters, and the moment the door closed behind them, they were on each other again.

They eagerly stripped of Beskar, it was laid randomly on the floor. Neither of them cared. Paz sucked another mark into Din’s neck and tugged on his T-shirt to pull it off of Din. When Din was half bare before Paz, Paz also took his shirt off. „Mmm, so beautiful,“ whispered, as he was kissing every inch of Din’s tender skin. By the time Paz got to his nipples, Din was a panting mess, back arching into Paz. „Shhh, Din, I know, I’ve got you. I’ve got you, ner cyare, let me take care of you.“ With those words, Paz sucked one of Din’s erect nipples, licking and carefully biting it slowly, while kneading the other one. Din let out a loud whimper, his hand went straight into Paz‘ soft, fluffy hair. His body shook and Din thought he could cum just from his nipples being sucked.

Paz paid the same attention to the other nipple as well and Din’s groans of pleasure got louder. When Paz felt Din’s nipples gor enough attention, he slowly kissed, licked and bit Din’s torso to his stomach and lower abdomen. „O-oh, it feels s-so g-good, Paz,“ Din panted, while Paz sucked few more hickeys into his skin. „And it will be better, love,“ Paz purred and tugged on Din’s pants. Din lifted his hips, so Paz could get rid of it. It was also tossed on the floor and Paz turned to Din’s rock hard cock, leaking precum all over.

„Holy shit,“ Paz whispered to himself, as his mouth watered at the sight. He couldn’t resist to lick Din’s length and taste him like the best lollipop. The sinful groan he let out, went straight to Din’s cock and Din thrusted his hips instinctively. „S-sorry,“ he exhaled. „Don’t have to be, love,“ Paz winked and let Din slide into his warm and wet mouth. Din’s mouth shaped perfect ‚O‘, as Paz‘ mischievous tongue licked along Din’s velvety dick. He never felt anything like this. Everything, what Paz did to him, made his blood change into wild lava and reduce him into whimpering puddle. And after one particularly good suck Din found himself teetering right on the edge. „P-Paz, I-I think I’m gonna-“ That was when Paz let him slide of his mouth with loud ‚pop‘.

Din pushed himself up on his elbows and with loud disappointed grunt looked at his lover. Paz shushed him again. „I will také care of you, my sweet boy, do not worry,“ he also undressed and bared himself to Din. And at the sight of naked Paz, Din lost his ability to speak. Paz was big and thick and beautiful. And very aroused. Paz pumped himself few times, smearing his precum all over his cock. „Do you have lube?“ „In a nightstand,“ Din nodded, his voice raspy from moaning. Paz found a small bottle and squirted a good amount of gel on his fingers. „Will you let me take care of you, Din?“ Din nodded again, opened his legs slowly and leaned back on the bed, trying to relax for Paz. Paz smiled and kissed him.

„That’s my good boy,“ he purred and at first he just touched Din’s hole with his wet fingers. He looked at Din’s face for any sign of discomfort, but when he didn’t find any, he carefully pushed one finger in. Din closed his eyes and grunted. It was slightly uncomfortable, but eventually he got used to Paz‘ fingers sliding in and out of him. It also helped that Paz used a lot of lube too. All this time Paz was praising him. „My sweet boy, take my fingers so good. Oh, you’re so beautiful, my love.“

Din felt absolutely wonderful. Paz‘ fingers always hit that one spot inside him, that made him keen and lean into Paz‘ touch. „A-ah, Vizsla, yes, yes,“ Din moaned and grabbed the sheets beneath him, as if to anchor himself. After earlier edging, he was worked up and felt on the edge of heavenly pleasure once again. But Paz had apparently other plans and stopped stimulating Din.

„Paaaz-“ Din pouted and looked at him with almost teary dovey eyes. Although he quickly shut himself, when he felt Paz nudging at his entrance. Paz took the lube again and squirted a lot of it all over his cock. „I-I’ve got you, Din, my love,“ Paz whispered and slowly entered Din. He groaned deeply and when Paz was fully seated inside of Mand’alor, he leaned to kiss him passionately. This allowed him also také a breath, because of how tight and warm Din felt around him, Paz felt like he might combust right and there.

After a short while, Paz set slow, sensual pace. If Din thought this couldn’t get better, he was painfully wrong. And also painfully hard. But Paz proved his earlier words, when he grasped Din’s beautiful weeping cock and started to pump him. Din’s moans and grunts got two octaves higher, and under normal conditions, he’d be embarassed for it. Now he couldn’t care less. Not when Paz was looking at him, as if Din hung all the stars on the sky himself. Not when Paz‘ sight was full of passion and so much love for him. That was moment Din knew he was done for.

„I-I love you, Paz,“ Din panted and his one hand caressed lovingly Paz‘ scruffed cheek, while the other one hugged around his strong, broad shoulders. „Y-you do?“ Paz‘ hips slowed for a second and he leaned his forehead against Din’s in Keldabe kiss. „Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, Din,“ he growled, his pace quickened again, his hands pumping Din matching the pace of his hips. At this point Din was almost screaming from intense pleasure, and Paz was very happy about it. „Now, be a good boy for me once again and cum, Din, let me feel you, ner cyare,“ bigger man mumbled into Din’s ear and slightly sucked it.

That praise sent Din over the edge and oh, did he cum. With a loud groan of Paz‘ name and curses in Mando’a, he climaxed all over Paz‘ hand, his stomach and some of his cum even made it to his neck and chin. The sight of climaxing Din and the feeling of him clamping hard around Paz, triggered Paz’s own orgasm and he climaxed inside Din, panting Din’s name, before he collapsed on blissed out Mand’alor beneath him.

They both laid like that for a short amount of time, listened to each other’s heart. Then Paz slided out of Din, and smaller man whimpered weakly at the loss of him. Paz chuckled. „I’ll be right back, mesh’la,“ he stated and in a while he came back with warm cloth to clean Din. But he had to admit to himself, it was pretty hot to watch his load leaking out of Din. After Din was cleaned, Paz cuddled to him and tucked them both under soft blanket. Din happily sighed, soft smile on his face. He never felt as relaxed as now, laying on Paz‘ chest.

„You did so well for me, Din, I’m proud of you, my love,“ Paz whispered lovingly into Din’s hair, peppering him with kisses and caresses, where he could reach. Din’s smile got bigger and it tugged on Paz‘ heart. He always wanted to see that gorgeous smile. Then Din spoke quietly.

„Did-did you mean it, Paz? Do you love me?“

„Yes, I do, Din. I’m never leaving you ever again, my love, I promise,“ Paz kissed Din’s forehead, nose, both cheeks and finally his lips and it was so soft and full of love.

„Stay with me, please,“ Din asked, kissing Paz‘ handsome face. Paz smiled, and it was biggest, happiest smile, which made him look so much younger and light-hearted.

„With my biggest pleasure, ner Mand’alor.“

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