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bitchin-beskar · 1 year

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Rating: Explicit Pairing: College!Athlete!Roommate!Paz Vizsla x Fem!Reader (Bunny) Warnings: Cockwarming!!! That's it that's the fic! ... jk theres a little more to it. Paz has a huge dick we all know it, and boy does he know how to use it. mentioned oral (f) receiving, mentioned fingering, overstim, big dick, dirty talk, mentions of continued overstim, dick so good u wanna cry, free use arrangement. AGAIN. IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT FREE USE OR ANY OF THE OTHER THINGS ARE, YOU ARE TOO DAMN YOUNG. DO NOT READ. DO NOT INTERACT. GO AWAY. Literally Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Exactly what it says on the package. Word Count: 2.1k A/N: Here is another oneshot in the CAR!Paz au! This came about due to an ask sent in by @catsnkooks during this fun lil sleepover weekend! Feel free to send things to my inbox this weekend (or really any time!) This was intended to be a drabble and ended up being just over 2k, so uh, yeah. It's fine. I'm fine. I just wanna thank @catsnkooks, @tailorvizsla, @firstofficerwiggles, @mysticalgalaxysalad, and all the anons who have been encouraging the thirst for this wonderful au! Also thanks to @maybege whom without I likely wouldn't have even created this au, and I'm also gonna tag @ronnieiswriting, bc they sent me a lovely little dm about this au and I finished this tonight instead of waiting as a lil treat for them! Please lemme know what you think, I appreciate all the love y'all have given this au so far!!

Gods, he was gonna split you in half.

You stood completely naked, on shaky legs, in front of Paz where he was sitting on the couch, his chest bare and his sweatpants tugged down just enough for his cock to spring free, resting against the taut skin of his stomach, flushed and weeping. He looked far too composed for a man who’d just spent the better part of an hour fucking you on his fingers and his tongue to prepare you for what he wanted you to do.

It was fucking infuriating.

It was also hot as hell.

His lips curled into a cocky smirk, as if he could read your mind. You were very pointedly trying to keep your eyes trained on his face, which was made all the more difficult when he wrapped his hand around his cock, slowly stroking himself. You couldn’t help yourself as your gaze flickered down to where his hand was wrapped around himself. Even with his own hand, he still looked disproportionately large, and not for the first time, you wondered how exactly your poor pussy was going to survive this... exercise.

“What’s wrong, bunny?” Even his voice was cocky, and even though Paz was your best friend, you felt a very strong urge to strangle him. Still, there was that little voice in the back of your head that was salivaiting at the mere thought of getting him inside you.

You were unreasonably proud at how steady you managed to keep your voice, given what your body had been subjected to and the looks he was leveling you with. “You’re not gonna fit, Paz.”

He didn’t answer right away, instead holding the hand not wrapped around his cock out to you, a silent request. You didn’t hesitate to step forwards and place your own hand in his, letting him tug you forward until you were standing inbetween his legs. Even like this, with him seated and you standing, you were looking him in the eyes. Paz was just that big.

“Don’t worry about that, bunny,” Paz said as he used his grip on your hand to encourage you to turn around, his hand moving to grasp your hip as he pulled you closer to him. You let him guide you, fingers clenching and unclenching in anticipation. He paused for a brief moment to swipe his fingers through your folds, an approving hum leaving him when he deemed you were still wet enough, before returning those fingers to his cock, slicking himself up with your release. Then, he was pulling you down, letting your weight rest mostly against his chest as he notched the head of his cock at your entrance. You sucked in a breath at the sudden pressure, but made an effort to relax.

He made a soft shushing noise, his hand helping to steady you as he began to lower you down, the pressure increasing slowly until the head of his cock was suddenly inside you. You gasped slightly at the intrusion, your thighs tensing at the unfamiliar sensation. You’d had sex before, certainly, but your ex was a much smaller man. Even your toys had never been quite this large.

“P-Paz?” You breathed, voice shaking.

He immediately paused, and you could feel as he kissed the back of your bare shoulder briefly. “Yeah, bunny?”

“W-What if… what if you… d-don’t… what if you don’t…” You trailed off, suddenly embarrased. You were likely far less experienced than his previous partners, and you wondered-not for the first time-how exactly this arrangement was going to affect your relationship with Paz.

But Paz seemed to know what you were trying to say. He tutted softly, brushing his lips against the length of your throat, his smile soft against your skin. “Don’t worry, bunny,” he murmured, starting to work you down again, his cock slowly sliding further and further into you as your mouth fell open at the stretch.

“I’ll make it fit.”

The cocksure tone of his voice made you clench, and he immediately shushed you again, placing both hands on your waist and sitting up from where he’d been lounged against the couch cushions. You made a concerted effort at relaxing again, and you slipped a little further down his length.

The sensation of being slowly stuffed full of Paz’s cock was something you honestly had never imagined you’d get to experience. It was currently defying all expectation, and you weren’t entirely sure you’d make it to being fully seated on his cock without passing out from the pleasure.

He eventually got you about halfway impaled on his cock when he seemed to hit a barrier, and you immediately winced at the uncomfortable feeling. Paz once again stopped immediately, his hands tightening slightly around your waist. You felt a keen sense of disappointment, and you suddenly felt the slight urge to cry. You’d known you weren’t going to be able to take all of him, and he was going to be so disappointed-

“I wanna try something,” he suddenly said, his tone not disappointed like you’d expected, but contemplative. “Trust me?”

You blinked, unsure as to where that was coming from, but nodded nonetheless. You probably should’ve been a bit more cautious with answering, because Paz suddenly slid his hands down from where they’d been resting on your waist to wrap his fingers around the backs of your thighs, and lifted.

A squeal of shock escaped your mouth and your hands flailed as you were suddenly supported only by his grip on your thighs and half of his cock in your cunt. He pulled your thighs apart, so your legs were no longer between his own, but dangling on the outsides of his own thighs. Pulling your legs apart like this surprisingly eased the pressure in your cunt, and he slowly began to lower you more, and your pussy greedily sucked him in.

He was completely supporting your weight with just his hands and forearms, and your brain could not comprehend the strength he must be using to hold you like this. But you couldn’t deny, it was far easier for you to take him in this position, and before you’d quite processed that, the backs of your thighs were resting on the tops of his, and his cock was completely buried in your pussy.

You sucked in a sharp breath, leaning back so your upper body was supported by his chest and you could rest your head against his shoulder. Paz stroked his hands up and down your thighs, humming appreciatively. Your own legs were trembling from the strain and effort it had taken for you to take him.

For a few moments, the two of you just sat there, adjusting to the sensations. You were honestly shocked that you’d managed to take all of him, and you felt a not insignificant amount of pride. Still, it was overwhelming to be that full, and you couldn’t help but brush your hand over your abdomen, feeling like he was in your stomach he was that deep inside you.

Paz chuckled, the vibrations jolting you slightly and shifting his cock slightly inside you, making you whimper quietly. One of his hands came up to cover yours, the size of his hand dwarfing your own.

“Can you feel me here, bunny?” At your nod, Paz pressed down slightly, and you gasped as the change in pressure made sparks of pleasure light up your nerves. “Yeah, you can. How does it feel?”

It took you a few tries to reply, your throat dry and your tongue heavy in your mouth. “I-I feel s-s-so full.” There was truly no other way to describe it, the sensation so unfamiliar but also one you were quickly coming to love.

“Hmm, I bet,” he responded, sounding far too smug and full of himself. He slowly spread his thighs, forcing your own legs further open.

With the way your legs were hooked over his thighs, and the way you were impaled on his cock, you had no choice but to let him move your body the way he wanted to. You felt your cheeks warm at how exposed you were like this, naked and spread open on his lap, even in the emptiness of your shared apartment. You tried to squirm a bit to get more comfortable, and he shifted underneath you, tilting his hips up further into yours somehow, but also easing some of the strain in your lower back as he did so.

The fullness inside of you had you clenching and unclenching, your muscles unused to this position and trying in vain to adjust. Paz didn’t seem to react, although he did wrap his arm more fully around your waist and brough his other hand up to stroke at where the two of you were joined together. Your eyes rolled back in your head as his fingers found your swollen clit, rubbing at it gently.

“P-P-Paz,” you stuttered, voice shaking violently. “P-Paz, s-so much, t-t-too m-mph!”

He’d jerked his hips slightly, just enough to barely count as pulling out before he settled back deep inside you, cutting your protests off with ease. He sped up his fingers, and you thought he might be enjoying the way you trembled uncontrollably on his lap.

“Jus’ need you to come one more time for me, bunny,” he slurred, voice low and thick in your ear. “It’ll help you take me a bit easier, don’t worry. Just gimme one more, okay? I promise it’ll help, it’ll feel so good bunny. You trust me, don’cha?”

You nodded shakily, turning your head to press your sweaty forehead against the side of Paz’s neck. “O-O-Okay, Paz.”

He pressed a kiss against the top of your head, and his fingers sped up again. You’d been on the edge since he began to fuck you onto his cock, and you honestly didn’t need much more stimulation before you were coming again with a low moan and weak twitches of your hips.

Paz hummed appreciatively, his fingers sliding through the mess you’d made between your legs and around his cock. You were tingling with overstimulation, feeling flushed and sweaty and you probably looked a mess, but it was only Paz here to judge you, and you got the feeling he didn’t mind, especially when he was directly responsible for your wrecked state.

“You did such a good job, bunny.” You preened at the words, feeling a sense of accomplishment. “Such a good girl for me, giving me another. You feel so good coming around me like that.” He paused, the silence heavy, and you abruptly felt very much like prey, like the nickname Paz had bestowed upon you implied. You didn’t have the time to contemplate it before he continued.

“I lied, bunny. I’m sorry, but you just felt so good.” His fingers trailed back up to your throbbing clit. “I wanna feel that again. Wanna feel your lil’ pussy trembling around my cock. I wanna feel you gush around me.”

You mouth fell open, and your hands tried to reach down to pull him away but he was quicker, the arm that had been around your waist coming up to grip your wrists in one huge hand, bringing them up so your restricted hands were pressed into your sternum. He tutted softly, spreading his legs just a little further and restricting your movement just that little bit more.

“We agreed on the rule, bunny. You let me do whatever I want, whenever I want. Isn’t that right?” He didn’t wait for an answer before continuing to whisper in your ear, tormenting you.

“And I wanna feel this pretty lil’ pussy absolutely strangle my cock again. I wanna feel you come and come and come until you can’t anymore. And then I wanna fill you up, wanna fill you up so full you’ll feel me dripping down your thighs for weeks. I wanna see you on campus and know you can still feel me in your fucking guts. I want you to sit with your friends and all you can think about is how I feel inside you right now. Any time a guy even fucking looks at you I want you to remember how this feels. I want you to remember how hard you came with my cock in your lil’ cunt.”

He stopped for a moment, breathing harshly in your ear as he quickly worked you towards another orgasm, and you almost couldn’t hear his next words over the uncontrollable whimpers and moans that escaped your throat as he abused your poor cunt.

“You’ll never be able to fuck anyone else and not think of me, bunny. I’m gonna fucking wreck you.”

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wonderlandsakura · 1 year

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Hi.

So I just started watching Mando season 3 and I was reading up on Mando lore stuff in the break and now my brain is highlighting all that fun symbolism stuff, so I thought I would chat about it cause ranting to my friends was clearly not enough

(btw this is about the 3 factions of the Mando Civil War)

Anyway:

The fact that Din knows, and is sort of respected by, arguably, the last remaining members (and thus heads) of the clans that headed the 3 factions, the Vizslas (Paz), the Kryzes (Bo-Katan) and the Fetts of House Mereel (Boba), which were the leaders of the Death Watch, New Mandalorians and Haat Mandalorians respectively, is greatly amusing, especially since he's being set up to be the very unwilling and accidental Mand'alor, cause it means he's also technically gained the trust and respect of all 3 factions.

(AND technically also united them, since they've all protected Grogu, which doesn't have to count, but it would mean, symbolically, that he has already united Mandalore, from when the 3 factions were separated. Not that he couldn't actually get them all to work together, since he could totally call all these dudes (since he's had his dip) and they would very likely come help him, no questions asked)

And so, not only has our soft, silly little Mand'alor accidentally earned his title via conquest, he has also earned it by technically uniting the 3 factions, also accidentally, of course, so he's accidentally become even more qualified for his unwanted position. (+ a certain spoilery occurance, that honestly just makes him even more overqualified)

It's really the sword that chooses it's master isn't it.

Din definitely didn't choose the Mand'alor life, but boy, is it screaming crying throwing up choosing him.

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moodymisty · 9 months

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Yooo, could I ask for some more Paz Vizsal? I really loved the Paz/F lap sitting one, I'd love to see a continuation of them, adding in all of the kinks in here to entice you/ideas. Haha. Dom Paz/Sub F. Paz edges her on more back at hideout, fingering her already hot and wet cunt as she struggles to stand from the overstimulation, rubbing up his manhood against her. Carries her to the bed, spanking her bottom and her cunt. Eats her out and then uses her as a cock warmer. Girl is BEGGING, she's down bad at this point he ain't even fucked her yet. He then face fucks her to quiet her up but even then shes slurping and moaning as she deep throats this man, she is choking on his dick and loves it. Paz grips her hair in his hand as he watches her. She was good, taking his cock well he rewards her with his finish. She keeps it in her mouth opening and closing it so that Paz can see, this gets him riled up at the sight. Paz has a big one, but with all the fingering and cock warming he did earlier he has no problem thrusting right inside at this point. Breeding kink kicks in, he wants to fill her up and he does so all night. Girl is living it rn, crying in pleasure from his cock. Paz mating presses her and hits deep, burying his cock as far as he can push it. At the end of it all her cunt is throbbing, agape dripping with cum. He tells her that she was begging for his cum so bad but here her cunt is leaking it all out. Paz runs his fingers up and down her folds before scooping his cum, pushing it back inside her.

Technically Part 1 (but this can be a totally independent read)

Author's Note: Hoooo boy, what a prompt. Girl you saucy~ Since there's so much to work with (in a good way) I decided to pick and choose various parts to stir something up, I hope that's ok with you :3

Summary: Paz Vizsla has a bounty to pick up, but he has a more important thing sitting in his lap he wants to do first.

Relationships: Paz Vizsla/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Porn without Plot, Cock warming, Unprotected sex, Some size kink, Breeding kink, A few spanks, Creampie, Armor kink, Sex in the pilot's seat of Paz's more than likely shitass broken down ship if Din's is anything to go by

Word count: 1672

The man holding Paz's bounty on this smog covered mid-rim planet is probably wondering where the Mandalorian they hired is- but Paz couldn't give less a fuck less about that. Not right now.

"Cyar'ika,"

It's the dead of night; The viewport is near impossible to see through from the outside with the glare of the hanger bay spotlights, while the cockpit where you both reside is hot and stuffy with the smell of sex. There's the sounds of taking off and landing shuttles in the distance, repair tools running and fuel lines pumping into freighter ships; But those things are of the least importance right now.

"I could keep you like this all night."

Almost the moment you landed in the spaceport, Paz had refused to let you even shift from your spot on his lap, his non-gloved hand still slick from fingering your cunt for so long during landing. The engines hadn't even finished winding down when he'd pulled out his cock from the groin seam of his flight suit, sinking himself into the soft velvet of your pussy before the hyperdrive was even cold.

He's barely moved since, hands squeezing the meat of your thighs as they spread wide across his lap.

"Make all these boring hyperspace trips more comfortable while you keep me nice and warm with this little pussy of yours."

With no trousers on you can feel the cold beskar of his armor against your skin, along with the feeling of his fingers.

You won't complain about his proposal. The idea of leisurely sitting on his lap for hours and hours, his fingers lazily circling your clit while rough bumps of space travel shift you on his cock- there's worse ways to spend your time.

His chest presses against the entirety of your back, only shifting once to sit more upright in the pilot's seat. His ship is a smaller one, and so there isn't much room to maneuver especially since you're in a seat only meant for one. But he feels massive, his body shadowing you from behind as his chestplate presses against your shoulderblades. It feels so hard and cold, your lower body completely exposed while he's largely hidden by his armor. He tossed your trousers and boots somewhere off to the side- you'll find them later.

"Paz, come on,"

You don't need to finish the sentence, he knows exactly what you're begging for. When you attempt to grab onto the sides of the seat to raise yourself on his cock yourself, Paz's harsh grip forces you back down, before giving you a spank to the side of your bare thigh. He can't hit your ass directly from this position, but he's damn close.

"Be patient."

It stings; And with a whine you settle again. Doing so makes you sink back down his cock to the base, stretching you out so much you feel a dull, delicious ache. It makes a shiver go up your spine, cunt flexing and tightening around him.

Paz has always been big, in every sense of the word. With how much he'd teased and fingered you the entire hyperspace flight here, he has no problems this time with stuffing his fat cock inside of you balls deep, feeling like he's so deep that he's in your stomach.

He loves it; The feeling of you so snug and tight around him, small in his lap. It spurs something deep within him, and even he struggles to maintain his own demand of staying still. The feeling of your cunt fluttering and leaking around him is impossible not to focus on.

"Don't you-" The head of his cock bumps a spot deep inside of you and you swear you see stars for a moment, and it's a struggle to not moan with your bottom lip between your teeth. "Have to go meet with the bounty handler?" You're attempting to convince him to pick up the pace. He won't torture you for much longer, but that doesn't mean he's just going to give you what you want right away.

"I will," His hands grip your thighs hard and slides you tighter against him, as in your attempts at grinding on him you've been sliding away ever so slightly.

"When I'm done with you."

They hired one of the best Mandalorian bounty hunters on this side of the galaxy. If they're that impatient, they can hire someone cheaper and less skilled than him.

Because he doesn't want to, but is, going to fuck his little cyar'ika first; The idea of cumming so deep inside of you will always get his cock throbbing. He starts slowly first, teasing you by gently thrusting his hips upward towards you. It's infuriatingly slow, but it's better than nothing.

When you attempt to lean forward to grip something and fuck yourself on him, he quickly grabs you back, forcing you back against his chest and spanking the side of your thigh again. It's harder this time, enough to make you gasp and give your skin a radiating sting afterwards, like the echoing noise of a rung bell.

"Didn't I say patience, cyar'ika?"

Even if he tried and failed to scold you it's right afterwards that he decides to finally really fuck you, hearing your bare skin smack against the thigh plates of his armor as he slowly begins thrusting into you. Your chest bounces in your top, panting as he slightly lifts you up with his arms, while also moving his hips.

It feels so good to finally feel him fuck you for real after so long of sitting still with a cunt stuffed past full, so close to heaven but unable to really get there.

"Paz, holy-" Your hands attempt to grip onto anything to steady yourself. The height of the chair and being on Vizsla's lap makes your legs dangle uselessly, barely able to tiptoe the ground.

The bottom of his helmet gently hits your head as he leans a little bit forward, surely grimacing behind his emotionless beskar guise. He's not always talkative, but it seems this time something in him is a bit different; Hearing all of his lewd thoughts and petnames spill out from his lips slightly muffled by his helmet.

"Kriff, you're tight- you feel good, little one?"

He can hear the wet, lewd noises filling the cockpit as he fucks you, as you leak down his cock and stain the fabric of his flight suit. He doesn't care, and if anything, it'll serve as a little bit of a reminder while he's busy and away from you for a bit.

"Yes! Just- Just a little bit more please-"

Your cunt is throbbing, leaking as if crying as his hips hit your ass over and over; You swear you can feel your heartbeat in your clit as he finally pushes you over the edge after so what felt like an eternity of grinding, fingering, and stuffing you full.

He fucks you through it, your thighs squeezing together. Your hands grasp onto the beskar plates on his arms, trying to hold onto something as your pussy clenches around him like a vice grip.

You're going to be so sore after this, you just know it, with the way he's trying to spear you onto his cock. He's close, his pace is borderline frantic; Unevenly paced as he feels your soft body bounce on his lap. Paz has never been silent during these sorts of moments, but he's even more talkative than usual now, huffing and groaning at the way your body wraps around him. Maybe it was just because of how he'd built it up for so long during the hyperspace trip, ruthlessly teasing you and enjoying it, but also knowing that once you landed, he'd be able to fuck you without holding back because of how much he'd worked you up.

The moment he finishes inside of you the back of his helmet raps against the pilot's seat, and his hips slow to a much more languid pace.

You think it's just something about Paz; But it always feels like he cums so much; To the point that it feels like it still leaks from you hours later. He loves that thought of course, and it's not as if you don't as well.

It's one of his favorite thoughts it seems, as the idea of filling you up like that almost seems to render him borderline feral at times. The idea of you getting, and being pregnant, belly round because of him; No matter if it's a possibility at the time or not. So he's intent to let you milk every ounce of it from him, until you're so stuffed full it will leak out of you and he'll fuck you all over again to shove it deeper.

'Don't waste it', he told you once.

It's just something you're reminded of, as his cock slips from you and you feel his cum already starting to leak out from your battered and sore cunt. Meanwhile your heart is still racing, pushing a chunk of hair from your forehead as you lean back limp against his chest. Your legs dangle sore from being tensed for so long, and the rest of your body feeling so awfully, deliciously sore and well fucked.

"Need a minute, little one?" You need more than a minute, but now that Paz's mind is clearing up from the drive to fuck you right this moment, he needs to earn his credits.

"Just a few."

He chuckles, and you can feel his deep voice in your chest.

"I'm going to get that bounty puck." Despite saying he's going to leave he doesn't make any sort of effort to shift you from his lap, hands still wrapped loosely around your hips. One moves upward, across your chest, only stopping to loosely wrap around one of your breasts and gently squeeze. One it passes, you feel his finger and thumb wrap around your jawline.

"Once I'm back, we have a long trip ahead of us."

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better-call-mau1 · 1 year

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Congratulations! You’re being smothered with a completely random headcanon about Mandalorian marriage customs rescued! Please do not resist.

The Rite of Riduurok Akaanir, aka “Lover’s Quarrel”

Alright…so I gotta be honest and say that even though I can’t remember how exactly this headcanon came to me, I’ve been carrying it around for years, ever since first watching Rebels and shipping Sabezra 😅 …and at this point, I feel like it’s burning a hole in my head, trying desperately to get out, so I’m gonna save myself the expense of reconstructive cranial surgery and just share it:

Mandalorians like to fight. Actually, they don’t just like to fight, “weapons are a part of [their] religion,” or at least their culture—and for many, their entire lives are built around that. In the case of the Children of the Watch, strict adherence to a No-Living-Being-Can-See-You-With-Your-Helmet-Off orthodoxy even gets in the way of basic interpersonal behavior, like eating a meal together. The implications of that are…interesting…and not in a “wow that’s cool!” way…more like a “kark, that’s depressing” way.

Basically, I started to wonder how the “BAM! BOOM! BAM! BOOM! BLOW STUFF UP AND KILL THOSE FORCE-WIELDING MANIACS!” portion of Mandalorian culture (so…most of it?) intersects with intrinsic parts of human…wait, nope, sorry Grogu sentient life—namely romantic intimacy. (Paz Vizsla has, presumably, not taken his helmet off in decades…and he has a son who’s probably 12ish years old, tops…so do you think he ever stares at his kid and tries parsing out his own features to get an idea of what his wife looks like?) It’s an extreme example from an extreme sect, but there’s application to Mandalorian society as a whole. Where does love fit into a worldview or galaxy-view, I guess where conflict is a core tenet? When do individuals stop existing as warriors and start existing as people? Do they ever?

Anyway, the point is that on its face, the cultural dogma doesn’t seem to leave much room for authentic social and romantic intimacy, especially the latter since, ya know, the beskar has to come off both literally and figuratively in order to procreate. It’s difficult for me to see how the necessity of physical and emotional vulnerability can coexist with the rest of Mando culture—so let’s just leave it at that.

But for a civilization to survive as long as Mandalore has without totally disintegrating, those intimate relationships have to exist, and there’s plain evidence that they do. For all their problems, the Wren family clearly loves each other, and we even get a glimpse of some soft Alrich/Ursa PDA in “Heroes of Mandalore.” Then there’s Bo-Katan, who still cares deeply for her sister despite…well…joining a terrorist faction to help overthrow her. That says something, right?

Wrapping my mind around how authentic love can exist in a fictional warrior society really got me thinking—so much so that I headcanoned a ritual (Riduurok Akaanir, “Lover’s Quarrel”) to help myself work it all out.

The general idea? On Mandalorian wedding nights, the bride and groom have a private duel. A duel to the death? Maybe if it’s an arranged marriage and one party really wants out and I’m gonna speculate that Bo-Katan widowed herself at least four times before running off to join Death Watch.

More commonly, though, it’s just a playful act to embody love transcending conflict. Alrich Wren, for example, isn’t a traditional warrior, but Ursa didn’t assert her superior combat prowess on their wedding night by firing a wrist rocket at his face something Bo-Katan probably did to a few of the short-lived husbands Satine picked out for her. (“Parry this, you kriffing casual.”) Instead, I’d like to think Alrich and Ursa went through the basic motions of a hand-to-hand duel, not necessarily to prove who’s the better warrior, but as an intimate prelude to the actual consummation of their marriage—almost like a mutually disarming dance. (Could it be light-heartedly competitive? Sure! As the first Mando to perform the Riduurok Akaanir with a Jedi, Sabine would go all-out to make sure she doesn’t lose to Ezra! 😆) When the dance-duel ends, they set aside their warrior identities to become something more: husband and wife. It’s like a way of saying, “As Mandalorians, what we do is fight, but we’re more than mere weapons. We fight so we can love. We wear armor to protect ourselves, our homes, and our families. It’s an important part of who we are, but we’re ultimately made of flesh and blood, not cold beskar.”

So that’s the point of Riduurok Akaanir, a term I came up with using this nifty English to Mando’a online translator (before I just called it “Wedding Night Fight” in my head). It’s not supposed to be a blanket explanation—but intimacy and vulnerability don’t have clear utility in a warrior culture, and this is my best attempt at bridging that perceived gap.

If you made it down this far without dozing off, enjoy this Sabezra incorrect quote! 😁

Fenn Rau: I trust that Sabine briefed you on Mandalorian wedding customs?

Ezra: Yep! I know exactly how not to get myself killed before officially becoming a married man.

Rau: The trick is not getting yourself killed *after* becoming a married man. Did she explain what happens on the wedding night?

Ezra: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Rau:

Ezra:...yeahthatsnotreallysomethingIneedorwantSabinetoexplaintomeandKanankindofgavemethelowdownbackduringmyJeditrainingdayssoIthinkIknowwhattodobutthanksanyway.

Rau: Kanan taught you about the Mandalorian ‘lover’s quarrel,’ then? His instruction was even more thorough that I imagined. Or maybe he always knew you and Sabine would end up together.

Ezra: Sorry, did you say...?

Rau: The Rite of Riduurok Akaanir is usually non-fatal. Sabine seems to be genuinely fond of you, so I’m sure you’ll survive to see the sunrise.

Ezra:

Ezra: Oh kriff.

#the mandalorian #bo katan kryze #sabine wren #ezra bridger #sabezra #ursa wren #alrich wren #ursa x alrich #fenn rau #star wars rebels #mandalorian culture #Attorney Maul’s Headcanons #Lover’s Quarrel Rite

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samantha-rae-velcher · 11 months

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Little one Pt. 3

Paz Vizsla x Fem reader

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

Warnings: FLUFF!! Protective!Paz, Possessive!Paz, swearing, violence, use of a firearm.

A/n:If you don't like the Warnings please don't read! PLS KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

PART 4 WILL CONTAIN SMUT 👀

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Din had asked the rest of the Mandalorians if they would join him in his fight against the pirates on Navarro. They had all agreed to help, after Paz Vizsla's glorious speech. Y/n was sitting in the ship next to Paz and the other Mando's, they were to be dropped out of the ship and onto the planet surface. Y/n was leaned over, her elbows rested on her legs, lightsaber in hand. She rolled it around in her hands, memories of the past flooding her brain. When she was training, Yoda teaching her the force, he was a wonderful master. He was fair and patient, always taught in intricate detail, showing her everything.

"Do or do not, there is no try." She whispered.

"What did you say?" Paz asked.

"Word's from a wise man. A great man....and Master."

She felt a hand rest on her back, gently rubbing circles.

"If you're afraid-"

"I'm not. I want to fight along side the man I love."

Y/n's gaze met his visor, she gave him a soft smile as she gripped his arm. The large door underneath their feet opened and she looked down to the rocks.

"You don't have a jet pack." Paz said.

"I don't need one."

The chairs dropped from under them and they plummeted it the ground, Y/n landed on her feet with no trouble. The Mandalorian's flew above and headed towards the city, she looked up and a pirates smaller ship caught her eye. Y/n jumped, using the force to go higher, she landed on the top of the vessel, startling the piolet.

With the blue flash of her lightsaber, the ship was going down. She split it in two and jumped off, landing on another one, in which she did the same thing to.

Just before it could hit the ground she leaped off and landed next to Paz in the city, swinging her saber to deflect blaster fire. Vizsla watched as she swiftly moved, knowing when and where the shots was coming from. It amazed him, she suddenly jumped and landed with a boom, knocking over a group of pirates.

Y/n came back to him and took his blaster cannon, aiming at the pirates in the tower. She fired at them until all that was left was a hole in the side of the building and a cloud if smoke.

"This baby is awesome. Imma have to get me one of these." She laughed, handing it back to Paz.

The battle went on, most of the enemy ships were destroyed when one of them locked onto Y/n and started chasing her through the city, shooting at her everytime she accidentally came out into the open.

Soon the relentless pursuit ripped all the energy from her, and she was shot in the side. Paz heard her cry and bolted towards her position, when he saw her laying in the dirt he faced his cannon towards the ship and fired, taking the entire front of it off.

He ran to Y/n's side, picking her up and bringing her into the school. Paz laid her down on a bench, taking a look at her wound. Y/n's eyes slowly opened when he whispered her name, she flinched, feeling the pain.

"Fuck." She cursed.

"It's alright, I'm here. I need you to stay awake, you're loosing a lot of blood."

He stayed with her until Din came plowing in with a good portion of the Mandalorians and Greef Karga. They brought her into the infirmary, Paz held her hand the entire time. Her eyes never left him, her gaze occasionally drifted down his large form, but never did it falter or look to anyone else.

A shock of pain made her cry out when the doc pressed something to her wound.

"Paz!" She shreaked.

He got close and gripped her hand tighter.

"I'm here, Little one. I'm right here."

Y/n buried her head in his shoulder and kissed the fabric that covered his neck, the gesture making his heart beat faster.

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Y/n sat in the covert, staring at the fire. A Mandalorian male watching her from across the cave, making her feel uneasy.

"Got an issue there, Bub?" She asked, not looking up from the flames.

He stood slowly stalking over to her his helmet tilting, he crouched down beside her and gently turned her face towards him.

"I see why Vizsla is so drawn to you." The Mando whispered. "Your beauty is beyond any other."

The look in Y/n's eyes made him chuckle. She looked like she wanted to kill him, but he knew she was far too weak. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip, he was leaning closer when he felt a blade being pressed to the back of his neck.

"Take your hands off of her." Paz's voice growled from behind the man.

"Vizsla." The Mando turned to him, still crouched. "Have you claimed her yet? I haven't heard you voice it."

"She's mine." Paz's tone got deeper the longer the other Mando stayed next to Y/n.

Suddenly the man swung his spear at Vizsla, Knocking him back. Going at him again, he was pushed backwards into the fire. His cloak went up in flames forcing him to shrug it off his shoulders.

The man charged again, stabbing at Paz but missing every time. He was thrown against the wall and was about to swing again when he felt weight against his throat, he coughed attempting to breath but it was impossible.

He fell to his knees, causing Paz to step back in shock and confusion. The other Mando looked to Y/n, Paz fallowed and saw Y/n with her hand raised to him.

The look in her eye was pure anger, the color slowly faded in and out from e/c to yellow then back to e/c. Y/n's arm dropped and she fell on her side. The other Mando gasped for air and sat back against the cave wall.

Paz came over to her, taking her in his arms and carried Y/n to their shared room. He set her down on the cot and brushed her hair out of her face.

"You never cease to amaze me." He whispered.

A weak smiled spread over Y/n's face and her eyes fluttered open. She reached her hand out, running it down his side, feeling his muscle. Paz's breath hitched when he felt her hand stop at his clothed cock. She slowly palmed him through his flight suit, making him lean forward.

"Amaze me, Vizsla." She moaned, biting her lip.

He came closer, his voice so close to her ear.

"You're playing with fire, Little one."

THE END ❤️

I hope you enjoyed

Reblogs are welcome 🤗

#fyp #foryou #fanfic #foryoupage #x reader #requested #paz vizla x reader #paz vizsla x you #paz vizsla #paz vizsla x reader #paz Vizsla x Y/n #the mandalorian x female reader #the mandalorian x y/n #the mandolorian x reader #the mandalorian season 3 #the mandolorian x you

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sassyresacon1990 · 10 months

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it's no more mystery, it is finally clear to me (you're the home my heart searched for so long)

rated T | complete | 20.1k words

summary:

He grips his blaster tight and swallows thickly, before he pushes down and the door slides open.

Only for his blaster to slip from his fingers, clattering on the floor loudly.

“Paz?”

Or, Din doesn't know who to expect at the door of his homestead... but a supposedly dead Paz isn't it.

Tags: din djarin, paz vizsla, fluff and angst, paz vizsla lives, post season 3, soft boys in love, mandalorian lore, angsty with a happy ending, eventual emotional maturity

#din djarin #paz vizsla #pazdin #dinpaz #din djarin x paz vizsla #paz vizsla x din djarin #the mandalorian #star wars #sw #pazdin fanfic #my gifs #my writing #okay seriously do these boys do nothing else #but just stare at one another #good on you but my god #get a room #sorry for the shitty quality gifs #its late and i wanted to hurry up and publish this

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azurethevampire · 1 year

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MLtP: I Would Do It Again

A/N: Long time no see! :D As it’s been a while since I wrote anything more than school assignments and job applications, the characters might seem slightly off. Hopefully I didn’t mix up anything since it’s also been a while since I watched either the Mandalorian or the Book of Boba Fett.

I’d like to add that this is just one possible way things could have gone in my Mando’s Lessons to Parenting verse since I’m not exactly sure yet if Eva - or in this case the reader - will stay with Din after the ending of s2 or if there’s something else in store for her.

Words: 809

Summary: When you ask if Din Djarin is mad at you and little Grogu for something that he alone made the decision about, the Mandalorian is faced with a difficult question. If given the chance, would he do it a different way?

Set around Chapter 5 (ep 5) of the Book of Boba Fett

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“Are you angry with me and Grogu?”

The question, spoken softly so that you wouldn't wake up the mother and her child sleeping on the next row of seats in front of you, alerted Din Djarin that you weren't sleeping like he had thought.

Behind his helmet, Din Djarin was frowning. Turning his attention to you, he tilted his helmet-covered head slightly.

"Angry about what, kid?" He asked, puzzled.

You kept your gaze on your lap where your fingers had picked up the hem of your new tunic to pull at any loose threads (or any threads you could pick loose with your nails) from the fabric. You would ruin the tunic's hem if you continued doing that. Din had lost count of how many times he had told you to stop picking holes on your clothes.

He gently grabbed your hand to stop you. You wrapped both your hands over Din's leather-covered one.

"I heard what the Armorer said to you", you confessed after a moment of silence, making Din's heart pick up pace a little. He had thought you had been sleeping in the other room at the time. Had you seen him battling with Paz Vizsla, almost losing the Darksaber in the process? Your next words made something inside him crash into a hurting wall. "It's our fault. You wouldn't have taken your helmet off if it wasn't for me and Grogu. And now you were kicked out of your Tribe because of us. She said that you are a Mandalorian no more and that's our fault…"

Din's first instinct was to correct you that no it wasn't your and Grogu's fault. But then a thought came to him. It was partly true, what you were saying. Without you and the kid, he probably wouldn't be in this situation now. He wouldn't have been kicked out of the Tribe. Instead he would still be doing bounty jobs all over the galaxy, and drowning himself to work job after job, trying to get rid of even some of that feeling of loneliness that had sat inside him so long. That is, if he wouldn't be dead already by a job gone wrong.

He hadn't felt that loneliness for many months. Because of his foundlings. Almost naturally the three of you had formed a clan of three and as Din had grown to care about you and Grogu— had begun to think about you two being his children— the part of him that had felt missing for longer than he cared to remember, was filled.

Knowing what he knew now, would he take his helmet off in front of Bo-Katan and her crew, Skywalker, you and Grogu if he would have a chance to go back in time to that moment? Or before that, back on Morak?

The answer was clear. Yes, he would. Because he did what he did for his kids. And he would do it again even knowing the consequences. He had known he was breaking rules, and he had done it anyway.

"It's not your fault, Y/N. Or Grogu's", Din said, twisting his upper body slightly to better face you. Your head was still tilted down, eyes cast on your joined hands. Din's free hand rose to your chin, gently tipping your head upwards so that he could see your eyes.

"Look at me, kid", Din's voice was soft. The tone one that you had never heard him use towards anyone but you and Grogu. "I alone am responsible for my actions."

As Din continued, a bang of sadness and longing made itself known to him, but it was replaced soon with an even more powerful feeling of rightness. The words he spoke were true. "The Armorer and the rest of them can keep their Tribe. If I have to choose between you children and them, you will always be my first choice. I might not be a part of the Tribe anymore but I'm still a Mandalorian." He leaned forward until his helmet touched your forehead, his hand now moving to rest on the back of your head in a comforting gesture. "I would do it again."

"You would?" you asked, voice quiet and surprised, and Mando could see tears shining in your eyes.

Din squeezed the back of your neck gently before pulling you to rest against his side, head tucked under his helmet. "Yes, kiddo."

There was a silence, and for a moment Din thought you had fallen asleep. But then your quiet voice broke the silence. "So, you're really not angry with us? With me?"

"No. Not about that", Din reassured. "But I'm starting to get irritated by the fact you haven't been sleeping when you were supposed to."

"I'm sorry." And Mando could tell you meant the apology.

"Get some sleep, kid. I'll wake you when we land."

#the mandalorian #mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x child!reader #mando x reader #book of boba fett #mandalorian fic #platonic reader

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biteofcherry · 2 months

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if u were to cast the mandalorian in the ceverse, who would u choose?

Ohh! 👀

While there is that part of me who wants Steve in everything (and he would fit the part of Mando with his soft heart and protectiveness), I actually would probably pick Curtis as the Mandalorian?

He's a little rough, beaten, been through shit and keeps to himself mostly. And he can be a cold badass. But he also has a strong sense of justice, helps those in need and a part of his heart craves for the simplicity of happy, semi-domestic life and belonging to a group.

Now, not to take away from the awesomeness of Lady Bo-Katan, but since I'm flipping this whole universe upside down, then I'm making Steve the heir to the Mandalore, who wields the darksaber and tries to unite all the tribes.

Ari's there in the Paz Vizsla role, with his hulking, menacing frame. While at the same time he's the one most chill with the kids/foundlings, protective of them and definitely a ladies man, lol

Now when it comes to the other characters from The Mandalorian series, then I'd pick:

Andy as the Armorer (a little bitter and 'tired with this shit', but with a lot of experience and wisdom)

Ransom in the role of a Bounty Hunters Guild Master turned respected Magistrate (used to think only of his own gain and life, but to his great dismay he started caring for others and helps Curtis, lol)

Lloyd as the lone bounty hunter with lots of baggage, so our version of Boba Fett (he's not a good character, but not exactly a villain either)

Jake as a former Alliance trooper now working as a mercenary, occasional bounty hunter, so kinda a cuter version of Cara Dune (he's more approachable and good with people, also likes to blow stuff up)

#thanks for the ask Brandy! 🥰#I had fun thinking of it all #brandycranby #mandalorian!Curtis Everett #mandalorian!Steve Rogers #mandalorian!Ari Levinson #curtis everett imagine #steve rogers imagine #ari levinson imagine #andy barber imagine #lloyd hansen imagine #ranso drysdale imagine #jake jensen imagine

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maybege · 2 years

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Trust

Summary: When helping Din on a mission, you get doused in what turns out to be sex pollen. Forced to share a room together, Paz does everything to make sure you feel safe. But what if you feel safest with him?

Pairing: Paz Vizsla x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 8.9k | Rating: T

Warnings: dubious consent due to sex pollen, explicit sexual content, masturbation (f + m), dirty talk, thigh riding, dom!Paz, sub!Reader, slight degradation, vaginal sex, cream pies, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, lots of come (like a lot), fluff, soft!Paz, confessions, also Paz takes his helmet off but it’s okay?

This is a story that I originally wrote for my 500 follower celebration on my first blog back in September 2020. To this date, it is the first and only sex pollen fic I ever wrote but after rereading this, I am very tempted to write another one lol I hope you enjoy it and, as always, let me know what you think!

masterlist | crossposted on ao3

Sometimes Paz wondered how Din could talk him into the most ridiculous missions. It was not like he needed the credits or the respect. He had enough of both at home in the covert.

So why was he suffering through a hike on a humid jungle planet with no end in sight?

Behind him, Elen laughed loudly, followed by your quieter giggle and his heart clenched.

That was the reason.

Din had not only enlisted him and Cara but also one of the aspiring warriors of the tribe and – and you. Paz was not quite sure where Din and Cara had met you but you always seemed to be with them whenever he accompanied them on a mission. Your unspoken task was to take care of Grogu (although the little one sometimes seemed to be perfectly capable of caring for himself) and he always admired you from afar.

With this mission though, Din had needed all hands on deck. Which was the reason you were also on the hike, having left the baby safely on the ship. And as soon as he had heard that you would join the endeavour, well, let’s just say Paz had not been far behind to agree to Din’s request.

The aim was to find some sort of cave and harvest a planet there, a weird gimmick that could be sold for a lot of credits. The more people on the mission, the more bags could be filled and the more money could be made. Din and Cara were leading the party with you and Elen trailing behind while Paz was somewhere in the middle.

He had watched as Elen had talked to you for hours at length and, as much as it hurt to admit it, he envied the younger man for it. Elen was a good student, a good Mandalorian if not a bit overwhelming at times. But he never had any trouble making friends – not even with you.

Another bought of laughter sounded from behind him and Paz grumbled to himself. He had thought that this mission could be his chance at talking to you but maybe you were more interested in talking to Elen? And who could blame you? Elen was a fun guy after all.

But then Elen passed him as he walked up to Cara and Din, joking around, and Paz immediately noticed that you had not followed him. His fist clenched as he took a deep breath. The air was so humid it tasted heavy on his tongue and he grimaced under his helmet. Stars, he could not wait to take a shower after this.

The leaves crunched behind him and in a bout of courage, he decided to fall back and wait for you. This was the chance he had waited for all day.

As soon as your body appeared beside him, Paz’s heart decided to beat five times faster than it should be. Sweat had formed above your brow and you were obviously out of breath, the weather having taken its toll on you too.

“Hey …” he greeted you, clearing his throat at how high it sounded.

“Hey,” you smiled at him slightly, “Sorry, I am so slow, this humidity is just killing me.” With a wriggle, you adjusted the straps of your bag and Paz only now saw how they dug into your shoulders.

“Is it too heavy?

“Oh no, it’s alright,” you explained, “Elen talked me into carrying some of his bags.”

“What? That di’kut, I will –“ Paz started to walk faster, wanting to confront the boy. Elen needed to learn that he could not charm his way through everything. Especially if it was to your suffering. But before he could open his mouth to scold his student, you held him back.

It was your hand that wrapped around his and he whipped his head around. You looked tired, exhausted even, but you still graced him with a small smile that made him stop in his tracks.

“Please don’t,” you mumbled, wiping your other hand over your forehead, “I was glad to be rid of him, to be honest. He … he keeps talking the whole time and right now I quite enjoy just – talking to you.”

Paz was silent for a few seconds, letting your words sink in as he looked at you in disbelief. You could not see him of course but if you could … if you could have you would be able to see how his eyes had widened and how his mouth was gaping open as he looked at you. Then, again, when wasn’t he looking at you?

You liked talking to him. His heart fluttered. You liked talking to him.

But instead of saying something smart, the only thing he could bring out was, “If you wish, then I will stay here … with you.”

You did not talk more than that and Paz cursed himself. Had you not just said that you liked talking to him? Then why couldn’t he bring himself to start a conversation?

As you were trailing behind the rest of the group, Paz could swear that you sometimes looked at him but whenever he turned to make sure, you were looked either straight ahead or on the floor, trying to avoid stepping into any of the bright blue plants.

The mouth of the cave was overgrown with purple and green ivy and Paz noticed your hesitation. To be fair, he himself was reluctant to follow his brother in arms into an explored jet-black cave for – for whatever it was they were searching for.

“You sure this is the right place?” Paz asked him, one hand gliding to the rifle on his back.

“Has to be,” Din shrugged further ahead, “Cara, you stay here, the rest of you come with me, the quicker we collect the plant, the sooner we’re out of here.”

Without saying anything more, they all followed Din into the dark. With the lamps positioned on Din’s and his helmets, the path before them was at least a little illuminated. Still, the ground was rough and when he heard you stumble behind him, Paz held out his hand behind him. He had hardly grasped what he was doing before he felt you take his hand, interlocking your fingers together. Your warmth was at his back and Paz was extra careful to make sure you could see the path ahead as well.

The picking of the plant was quickly done with. Paz had experience in blending out Elen’s eager chatter and instead focused on making sure you could see your hands in the light of his headlamp. And you seemed to notice it too because you smiled at him – a broad, real, genuine smile that made his heart stutter – and he could feel the heat working its way up into his cheeks.

It all went downhill when they made their way back to Cara. Suddenly a bright red spore seemed to rain down on them, so spicy it made his eyes tear even through the helmet. His hands blindly reached for you, pulling you outside as quickly as possible as you coughed and coughed. He had been protected by the helmet, he did not want to imagine what you must feel like.

Din and Elen followed shortly after, coughing as well but otherwise fine. But as soon as Cara spotted them, she took a few hasty steps back. “Don’t touch me!”

“What?”

“What’s going on?” you slurred next to him, leaning against his shoulders and kriff it he wanted to touch, to bury his face in the crook of your neck and bury his fingers in your pussy.

“We don’t have a lot of time, we need to get you all out of here and fast,” Cara rushed out, already turning around and starting the track back to the ship.

“Why?” Din asked, hurrying to keep up with her as did the others. Paz kept an eye out for you while listening to Cara’s explanation.

“I have seen this once before. This pollen it’s – it’s strong. It heightens your sexual desire that you can’t help but try to relieve. I have heard of many people being driven mad by lust and being lost in the jungle. We need to get you to the ship so you can all ride it out in safety, understood?”

Everyone nodded silently, the baby cooing in her arms.

Paz felt uneasy, trailing behind the group to make sure you were safe as well. You had struggled to keep up before, now that the sweat was forming on everyone’s forehead for different reasons, he wanted to make sure you were okay.

“You okay?” he asked, waiting for you to catch up. You nodded quickly and he suppressed his desire to take your hand.

“Yeah I just … I think it is starting already, for me, I mean,” you explained breathlessly, stumbling over the root of a plant before catching yourself again.

The pace of the group was quicker than before, the urge to get to safety strong enough to push everyone to their limits. He worried for you. This was not usually the setting

“We’ll be there soon, alright, mesh’la?” he tried to calm you, “Just – just keep walking,” he murmured, resisting the urge to put his hand on the small of your back.

Was it starting for him too?

To be honest, he did not know how they all made it back in one piece. It was a miracle, really. With their luck, he had been half-expecting for some troopers to jump out of the bush and surprise them with a new weapon or another.

But as it was, the ramp lower before them and Cara rushed them up into the hull. The cold air was a relief on his skin, even through the beskar and he saw that you, too, seemed to relax slightly in the familiar environment.

Heavy breaths filled the silence as everyone allowed themselves to feel the pure exhaustion of the track back to the Crest for the first time.

Din was the first to speak.

“Store the plants in that crate there,” he ordered, straightening his posture and dumping his bag filled with the precious cargo into the box. Elen and Paz followed suit.

Only you, your whole body already heaving with breaths, a dazed look in your eyes, did not move.

Gently, Paz moved in front of you. “I will take that now, okay?” he murmured, his hands moving slowly to grab the big on your shoulders. You nodded but did not move to make the task easier on him. He frowned, worried that you might already be more affected than the rest of them.

When your bag was safely stored where it should be, everyone hesitated, unsure of how to deal with this unexpected situation.

“Cara will remain in the cockpit with the child,” Din decided finally, sounding out of breath, “We need to get out of here as quickly as possible and someone needs to have a clear head.”

Everyone nodded.

“There are only three lockable rooms on the ship, one of which is the refresher, so there are two,” Cara stated the obvious, “You all know how small they are so you will need to share.”

“’s no problem,” Elen grinned, suddenly slinging an arm around your shoulder, “Y/N here and I will share, isn’t that right, darling?”

Paz’s blood was boiling at seeing him touching you like that but what made it worse was the pure panic on your face. You blinked a few times; the pollen clearly already had affected you.

“No – no, I don’t want that,” you protested weakly, trying to get out of his grip, “I don’t – not with you – I, what –“

“Let go of her, Elen,” he growled, stepping towards you and ripping the boy’s arm off your shoulder, maybe a little too forceful considering the yelp he let out but Paz did not care. Not when you looked so relieved to be rid of him.

Immediately, you took a few steps back, right into his chest and Paz could have choked at the closeness. Stars, he wanted to touch you, wanted to curl up with you in his arms and never let go.

“Elen and I will share a room,” Din stated finally, nodding towards him and Paz knew his brother was aware of what was happening inside him. And he could not have been more grateful.

“So, we will share a room?” you asked hesitantly, looking up at him with wide eyes, your hand lightly brushing against his.

Paz nodded, his throat suddenly dry.

“Only if you want to, mesh’la,” he assured you, “I won’t touch you, I swear.”

What if I want you to touch me?

The thought got stuck in your head but of course, you did not say it aloud. You did not want to risk Paz laughing at you. But the truth of the matter was, you wanted him to touch you. Even before this crazy pollen had rained down on you.

Ever since Din had brought his giant brother-in-arms along, all you could think about was what it would be like to spend your days with him and only him. And the more time had passed, the more your immature crush had morphed into real feelings and now all you could was hope you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of him.

Sharing a tiny room when dusted in sex pollen surely wouldn’t help that particular quest.

Paz still stood in front of you, blocking your view of Elen and you were more than grateful that he seemed to shield you from him. “I – I need to tod discuss something with Elen,” you could see his throat bob, “why don’t you go to our room and get comfortable? You can take the bunk.”

You nodded wordlessly, confused about what he could possibly want to discuss with Elen at this stage. But you felt how your mind slowly deteriorated, your core clenching at the sight of his hands, so you made your way to the small room. Through the fog in your mind, you were pretty sure that it was actually Paz’s room but you were not sure what to make of that information and why it seemed to be so important.

Every step you took seemed to fuel the fire in your belly and you could not wait to finally get that sticky underwear off your body.

When you arrived, the room was blessedly cold and you closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep, deep breath.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

You opened your eyes.

The room was quite small. There was one bun to the side, the other wall remained free except for some piping. You frowned.

If you got the bunk, where would Paz go?

You spotted several blankets and pillows on his bed and decided to hang up one of the blankets above the bed, creating a curtain. This way there would be at least a little privacy for both of you. Taking a pillow and a thin blanket from the bed, you folded them neatly and set them down in front of the bed. Paz should be comfortable too.

You crawled into the bunk, feeling a bit clueless as to what to do now. Should you just wait until the pollen took its full effect?

Feeling the cool fabric underneath your palms you decided that it would feel much nicer if it was touching all of you and began to undress, throwing your clothes carelessly into one corner. There was a shirt in the bunk, a big one. Paz’s sleep shirt, your brain filled in the blank and you looked at the light grey fabric.

Would – would he mind if you were to just –

The next thing you knew was the worn feeling against your skin as his scent drifted into your nose- You closed your eyes, pretending that you were in his arms already, that he felt for you like you for him and that he wanted you here.

With a sigh you laid down on your side, hoping that if you rested enough, your body might just work through the drug by itself without the nasty side effect of wanting to climb everything in sight.

Paz was still not there.

You must have dozed off because when you opened your eyes again, your cheek was pressed to the pillow, your body feeling already quite hot.

There came a metallic sound from behind the curtain and it took you a bit of courage to push it aside, gaining a view of what was happening right across from you. You frowned.

Paz was sitting on the floor beside the piping in the wall. He was almost completely undressed, only wearing pants and his helmet. You swallowed thickly as you saw the tattoos that adorned his body, from the tips of his fingers over his arms and shoulders to his chest. You wondered if he had any tattoos where you could not see them yet.

But what confused you was the position he was in. Paz had raised one arm above his head, his wrist right next to one of the pipes as his other hand seemed to work on locking … cuffs?

“Paz, what are you doing?” you asked panicked, sitting up and flinching when your feet touched the cold ground.

“I … don’t want to hurt you, mesh’la,” he explained, shuffling to get in a comfortable position. A turn of his wrist later, one arm was successfully cuffed to the pipe as he held the key out for you to take. “I don’t want you to feel unsafe, so … I asked Din for the cuffs.”

“But that must be uncomfortable,” you tried to argue, walking towards him, “Are – are you really sure?”

“I want you to be able to trust me after this, cyare,” he shook the key, motioning for you to take it and you did. It was on a chain so you immediately slipped it over your head like a necklace.

“I hope you know that I do trust you, Paz,” you murmured, standing cluelessly in front of him, suddenly aware that you were wearing his shirt and only his shirt.

He seemed to notice too because his eyes raked over you hungrily, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and stars you wanted to kiss him so badly it hurt.

“You, uh, you look good,” he mumbled, shifting and his legs spread almost imperceptibly. Your thighs clenched. “Get some sleep, mesh’la, it’ll be a long night.”

When you woke up, everything was kind of hazy.

You were surprised to find that your fingers were already buried in your pussy, wet with your own juices. You gasped, gently circling your clit before dipping inside again. Paz’s fingers would be much larger, you were sure. They would be big and rough and he would whisper the filthiest things in your ears while he brought you over the edge again and again.

Your walls clenched around you, almost as if they were protesting that it was your fingers and not his. Or better yet, his cock.

Your head turned to the side, seeing that the curtain had shifted and while it still covered your body, it offered you a free view of him.

And oh, what a view it was.

He was so beautiful.

His cock was long and big and slightly curved, twitching in his hand. You watched him quietly, your breath catching in your throat as you saw his hand pleasuring himself. You wanted to do that for him. You wanted to touch him and pleasure him and you wanted to be the one he thought of when he came.

Your fingers began to move again as you watched him and before you could help yourself, you gasped his name into the thick air.

All of your movements froze when his head whipped towards you, his shoulders tensing as he met your gaze.

“Kriff,” he muttered, his head leaning back against the wall behind him, exposing his strong throat, “Keep watching me, mesh’la, if you want. Are – Are you pleasuring yourself?”

You nodded with half-lidded eyes as you saw how his thumb swiped over the head. He was so big.

Saliva gathered in your mouth at the sudden need to taste him. You wanted him so deep in your throat you would never forget what he tasted like.

“Tell me,” he instructed, his whole posture relaxing, “Tell me how you pleasure yourself, love.”

He did not seem to have the urgency that you felt. Or maybe he had some self-control left. You were not sure but one thing was clear: While he could still string some sentences together all you could think about was him inside of you.

“U-using my fingers,” you described in a whimper, pressing them deeper inside of you, “Wishing they were yours, they are – not enough.”

“Not enough, huh? Stars, how I wish I could be the one fingering you or fucking you or – or eating you out,” he hissed and you saw his hand close tightly around his base as if keeping himself from release, “Spent so much time thinking about what you’d sound like when you’d come for me and now it’s this – this shit.”

You flicked your clit, so close to the edge it made you cry when it did not give you the relief you had been hoping for. You tried again, your legs trembling, but your body seemed to simply refuse your attempts to bring you to completion.

“Is everything alright, mesh’la?” his voice sounded soft in your ears, even paired with the wet noise of him fisting his shaft.

“I – I can’t come, Paz,” you cried, tears of frustration running down your cheeks, “Why – why can’t I? I thought I could but now I – and it hurts and – and –“

He shushed you from his side of the room and as your crying ceased you could hear his frustrated noises and the clatter of the cuffs against the pipes. He wanted to come to you.

You sniffled, looking at him and hoping that it might calm him.

It did.

“It’s alright, mesh’la just – just do as I say, okay? Okay?”

You nodded before you remembered that he might not see the tiny movement. So, you brought out a hoarse “Okay.”

“Close your eyes, take your hands off your body,” he instructed and you whimpered, “I know, mesh’la, I know, just … trust me, yes?”

You did as he said, looking at him expectantly while trying to keep your hips from arching off the bed and into your hands.

“Alright, now, what – what would you want to do?” he asked, his hand still moving around his cock, “What would you want me to do?”

“Want you to – to touch me,” you admitted in a whisper, feeling a little shy at exposing yourself like this.

“Where?”

“Everywhere.”

Paz chuckled, “You got to be more specific than that, love. No matter how much I’d like to worship your body all at once, I have to start somewhere, don’t I?”

He had a point and so you thought on it for a moment.

“I would want you to touch my chest,” you decided, your fingers drifting across your middle to your breasts, cupping them, massaging them, imagining his hands instead of yours, “Would want you to – to bite at them a little, mark me up just enough that I can feel it the next day …”

“I could do that,” he agreed, almost eagerly, “I’d suck and bite at them until you’re a soaking mess underneath me, mesh’la, I bet your nipples are hard, hm?”

You looked down at your chest, rolling your nipples between your thumb and forefinger, gasping out a Yes for him to hear.

“How many fingers did you have in your pussy before?”

“Two.”

“Good,” he groaned, “I want you to try and fit a third one in there, alright?” – you groaned – “Just pretend it’s my cock stretching out your little hole. I am not small, it’d take some work but stars you can be a good girl for me, can’t you? Want to hear you say it, love, can you be a good girl for me?”

You slipped one finger inside of you, quickly followed by another before you answered him in a whimper, “Yes, I – I can be your good girl.”

“Working that third finger in?” he asked and you nodded, the stretch such a new sensation you could hardly speak.

With your head turned to the side, you tried to hold his gaze, rhythmically working your fingers inside of you until you stretched enough for the third and oh it was good.

You were not sure what it was, the way your mouth gaped open, the glazed-over look in your eyes or maybe nothing that had anything to do with you but Paz came. And he came hard. His cum splattered all over his stomach and chest and you saw the way his cock twitched in his hands and just as you thought what it would feel like to have him spill himself inside of you, you came.

Wave after wave of please crashed over you and the sheets under you felt suspiciously wet but you only smiled, feeling more relieved than anything.

It was quiet for a while. Then –

“You – You okay over there?” his deep voice asked. He sounded tired too, just a little.

“’m embarrassed,” you said, your eyes drooping closed, “I didn’t – didn’t want you to feel like you had to – with me, I mean …”

“I didn’t pretend, mesh’la,” he replied tucking his softening cock inside his briefs, “Get some sleep, love, you look exhausted.”

Sleep welcomed you like a familiar friend.

You dreamt hazy images, of pleasure and lust and love and of Paz’s voice telling you he didn’t pretend. You were not sure if you imagined the last part.

What you didn’t imagine, however, was the loud clanking of the cuffs against the pipes, the loud gasps from Paz from across the room that woke you up.

“I can’t breathe!”

“What?”

“I can’t – can’t breathe, mesh’la,” he repeated, one hand trying to somehow get under his helmet, “kriff, I – take it off, please, take it off.”

Alarmed you stood up, rushing over to him, not caring that you were completely naked. Fear gripped your heart at his thrashing body. “Are you sure? I – your creed, I –“

I don’t want you to hate me after this.

“Medical exemption,” he wheezed, his one hand continuing to tug at the lip of the helmet while the other chafed against the cuff, “need two hands, kriff, I –“

Before you could clink you were kneeling in front of him, taking the helmet in between your two hands and lifting it off his head. It was heavier than you had imagined and you were not surprised that in his panic, one hand had not sufficed to free it of him.

You set the blue metal down next to you, looking up at him only to be faced with the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He had piercing eyes, a prominent nose and his lips … stars, his lips were as kissable as you had always imagined.

This was your Paz.

He was wheezing still, taking in air in gulps and you could see the sweat pearling on his forehead. There was a look of pure fear in his eyes and your heart broke for him. Gently, your fingertips brushed against his temple, “Better?”

Paz nodded, his eyes closing.

“It’s alright,” you whispered, pressing a light kiss to his cheek, “It’s alright, Paz, you are safe.”

You felt him relax against you, his hand coming up to your back, holding you to him. His nose nudged against the space beneath your ear and you smiled, pressing another kiss to his neck, hoping that he would feel better if you were there.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your skin, “Thank you, love.”

You stayed like that for quite a while, just resting in each other's arms and you wished it would never stop.

But the longer you were pressed against him, the more prominent became the fact that you were straddling him, your core settled perfectly above his crotch. Your body was screaming for you to move, to be filled by him and only him and get that sweet, sweet release.

And when you did not follow that instinct, the drug punished you with a harsh cramp that made you gasp out loud, almost doubling over in pain. Paz’s eyebrows furrowed, his hand coming to your waist, his thumb brushing over your skin.

“What is going on? Are you hurt? Mesh’la, how can I help, what – what can I do?”

“I – It’s alright,” you gasped out, tears gathering in your eyes, “It just hurts. It – kriff, it hurts so much.”

Then, his leg shifted underneath you, his thigh coming up to press against you and you gasped, “Paz, I – oh, you don’t – don’t have to –“

“C’mon, love,” he whispered, “Just a little … just a touch, I won’t touch you if you don’t want to but I can’t stand to see you cry.”

Your ears heat up at his suggestion but your walls fluttered around nothing and you nodded. You watched as he stretched his legs, his hand guiding you until you lowered yourself onto just one thigh. The material of his pants was rough and cool against your core and you sighed in relief.

Suddenly you were so close, closer than you had ever been and he was without his helmet.

You looked him in the eyes, your first time consciously doing that, and when he smiled tentatively you knew you had made the right decision.

The slightest touch on your clit made you shudder. But it was better than your own hands, this was something – someone – different.

“Have you ever ridden someone’s thigh before?” he asked and his voice sounded husky, even without his helmet, and you shook your head. You had the desire to hide from his gaze, you were so embarrassed. How needy you were, riding his thigh and already the first touch almost made you come.

“Come on, I will show you,” he whispered, “just be a good girl and relax, yeah?”

He mouthed at your throat before pressing the lightest kiss to your temple. The gentle gesture paired with the throbbing of your cunt made you mewl and just … push down.

The pressure was delightful, lighting up your whole body, and you did it again, gasping into the cool air as the friction against your clit made you see stars.

“See, you almost figured it you yourself,” Paz chuckled, his hand wandering to your hip and gripping you tight but not painfully so, “You just got to … move a bit, hm? I promise it’ll feel much better.”

You doubted anything could feel better than the overall pressure against your most sensitive parts but you allowed him to move you anyway.

And oh, by the stars was he right.

He guided you to grind along his thigh, up and down, the rough fabric rubbing against you, against your clit, in the most delicious way. You gasped again, immediately embarrassed by how needy you sounded and out of instinct, buried your head in the crook of his neck.

“Don’t get shy on me now, love,” he whispered, pulling you along his leg. You could feel his hard cock leaking against your thigh and you mewled. You wanted him to fuck you so bad but you also wanted to come like this but most important of all you wanted him to keep talking.

“Does that feel good, love?”

You buried yourself closer to him, your hands resting on his chest. With the movements of your hips, your nipples were rubbing against him and you bit your lip. You felt so hot and so good.

A slap to your ass made you jump and yelp. It did not hurt but it made your skin tingle all the same, the spot where his hand had met your behind getting warmer by the second.

“I asked you a question,” he murmured, gripping your ass cheek harshly, pushing and pulling you.

“Y-yes,” you whimpered against his neck, “feels really really good, Paz, please don’t stop, wanted this for so long.”

“Knew you’d be such a good slut for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you gasped, rubbing yourself against his thigh and shuddering at the pressure on your clit, “’m your slut, Paz, just yours, I – stars, wanted you for so long, please – please let me come …”

“Let you?” he repeated, almost amused, “Stars, love, are you asking my permission? Do you need me to tell you to come? Are you that good for me?”

“Yes,” you gasped, grinding against him some more. You felt him hard and hot against your thigh. So big and warm and his hand was heavy on you, grounding you into reality through the haze of your arousal.

“Then come,” he growled into your ear, nipping at your earlobe, “I want you to soak my thigh, little one, can you do that for me?”

You nodded, looking into his eyes, mouth gaping open. His eyes kept you looking at him, your fingers trailing all over his face as if that would make him even more real before you.

Your whole body tensed. You felt the trembling even in your toes as your hands gripped his shoulders, somehow trying to steady yourself as you came. A silent scream made your mouth open, Paz’s lips on your neck pressing kisses to the sensitive skin.

“Good girl,” he murmured, gently caressing you as you came down, “Good girl.”

You sighed, your body relaxing as you leaned further into him. “Thank you,” you whispered, eyes slowly closing.

“Of course, mesh’la,” he murmured against your temple, pressing a slight kiss there, “Of course.”

You breathed deeply, relaxing and enjoying the aftermath of the pleasure in your core.

Beneath you, Paz shifted and you became aware of his sizable erection against you. True to his word, he had not made a move.

“Would – would you ever sleep with me?” you asked shyly, wincing at the pressure against your clit, “I mean without the pollen, would you have ever … ever considered sleeping with me?”

You felt his hand tighten on you and swallowed harshly, somehow trying to brace yourself for the rejection.

“Love,” he murmured, “I – I have thought about this so many times, I would’ve – kriff, I would’ve wooed you if I’d gotten the chance before this,” he admitted, “I – kriff, I love you.”

Your heart stopped.

He loved you.

Your hands trembled as you raised them to the chain that kept his hand above his head. He shook his head, “mesh’la, what are you doing? You – you don’t have to –“

“But I want to,” you smiled, “Please, Paz, I – I want to feel you inside me.”

His eyes were wide and he nodded quickly, “Okay … okay, whatever you want, love, whatever you want.”

You traced the patterns on his arms, wondering if one day he would tell you how he got them. As soon as his hand was free, the metal fell to the floor with a clank. Immediately both his hands grasped your, interlocking your fingers and he smiled at you so sincerely it took your breath away.

“Can I fuck you, mesh’la?” he whispered, pushing his bulge against your core, “Please, I promise I’ll make you feel good. Want to see you ride me, love, move on my cock like the good girl you are.”

“Yes,” you nodded, wetting your lips as you lifted your hips.

You watched as he kicked off his pants, taking off his underwear so that he was completely bare before you. You knew that he was big, had seen so when he had taken himself in hand. But being so close to him now, seeing how his cock rested against his stomach, leaking precum and twitching, you suddenly got a sense of how much of a struggle it would be to actually take him.

“You ready, love?” he asked you, lips pressing against yours, “If you don’t want to, we still can –“

“No!” you protested much too quickly, heat rising in your ears at how desperate you sounded, “please, I want to – want to feel you, just, I need your help, I think,” you trailed off, tracing the vein on the underside of his shaft with your eyes, “You’re so big …”

The large man let go of your hands, grabbing your hips instead.

Understanding what he wanted you to do, you grasped his cock, lining him up with your entrance and slowly, oh so slowly, sank down on him. Thanks to the pollen and your previous orgasms, you were so wet you were practically dripping in it, your thighs shining in the light with the essence they were covered in.

But it was exactly this wetness that allowed you to take the first few inches of him without any problems. Sure, his girth stretched you to a point you had never experienced before and the more you sank down on him the more you mewled into his mouth.

He felt hot inside you, like the liquid heat that had built in your core and you took several breaths, trying to adjust to the sheer size of him. Paz kept his hands on you the entire time, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your skin and you could feel his chest heave with the effort of restraining himself. You did not want to imagine the control he was exerting over himself.

When your ass met his thighs you both sighed a breath of relief, allowing yourself to just enjoy this moment of intimacy. It was like you could feel him twitch inside you and while you felt like you would explode at any moment, you also felt so close to him like never before.

“You good?” he asked you, one hand at the back of your neck pushing your face against his forehead, “You feeling okay?”

“I feel perfect,” you answered back with a blissful smile, “I – I love you, Paz,” you kissed him softly, lifting your hips just a little bit before sinking down on him again. You heard him groan lowly. “I love you so much, ever since Din introduced you to me all I could think about was how it would feel to have you inside me.”

“Hope, uh, hope you’re not disappointed, love,” he joked, his brows furrowing at a particularly deep thrust.

“Not at all,” you gasped, your eyes rolling back in your head as he nudged your cervix, the slight twinge of discomfort perfectly pairing with the running lava inside your veins, “F-feels really good.”

“Yeah?” he asked you, thumbing at your clit, “Think you can come for me then? Don’t worry, it won’t be the last time. Just want to fill you up now, leaves us more time to add onto it, don’t you think, love?”

You wanted to answer with something clever, something witty. But all you could bring out was a pathetic whine in the back of your throat as you clenched around his cock, wetness dripping down his shaft as you tried to keep a grasp on reality.

Fuck, how did each orgasm feel better than the last?

With him tensing underneath you, you felt the first few pulses of his cock until he filled you so completely you felt the warmth deep deep inside of you.

Coming down from your high this time was a much slower affair. It was like you had been packed in wool, hearing and feeling things as if they were far away and you were floating on a cloud. You could feel Paz’s lips on your face as he kissed your forehead, your cheeks, the tip of your nose and your lips. You smiled with your eyes closed, swaying on top of him.

He manoeuvred you around, lifting you off his cock and you distantly heard yourself whine at the loss. You felt his come escaping you, dripping down your thighs and onto the floor and while you should feel messy your first thought was that you just did not want to lose it. You wanted to keep him inside you as long as possible.

You were on your front now, your cheek pressed into a soft pillow while your chest pressed against the cold floor, your nipples hard from the temperature and your ass up in the air. Paz’s hands were massaging the globes of your ass and then he was inside you again, fucking the come you had lost right back into you.

You moaned, your vision and hearing getting clearer and clearer while you still trembled from your last orgasm.

“Back with me, little one?” he rasped into your ear, a light smack on your behind and you smiled dreamily.

“Y-yes, please, don’t stop, don’t – don’t stop, want you inside me again,” you murmured into the pillow, your words mushed together from how overworked and needy you felt.

“Don’t worry, little one,” he murmured, his hips working himself deeper inside you. In this angle he stretched you even further, rubbing along your walls in a way that did not let you get used to him – you loved it. “Don’t worry, I won’t stop fucking you until you’re so full of my come you won’t ever doubt whom you belong to.”

Something in you clenched at the thought of being marked by him, filled by him, again and again. You were not sure if it was the pollen and to be honest you doubted it. Instead, you raised your ass higher, wanting him deeper and gasping at the way you felt another orgasm approaching.

Already?

As if of its own volition, your hand slithered between your body and the floor, wanting to reach for your clit, circle it, flick it, teasing you until you came around him. But Paz saw it differently. Rough fingers closed around your wrist, pulling your hand away from your body surprisingly gentle.

“No.”

You whimpered, clamping around him at the way his voice rumbled in your ear.

“You will come when and how I want it, understood?”

“Yes,” you gasped, nodding frantically and rocking back onto him, feeling yourself drip down your thighs, “Yes, I understand.”

“Good girl.”

He leant forward, his hands pushing yours next to your head and holding you down. All you saw were his tattooed fingers, holding yours down while he pounded into you, making you moan out loudly. You wanted this forever.

You heard him groan loudly, almost a shout, really, behind you, his whole body tensing and then he was pulsing inside you, shooting ropes of come inside you again. You gasped, wriggling closer to him to make sure none would escape. But instead of stilling and pushing himself deeper inside you to keep his come where it should be, he kept fucking you relentlessly.

And he was still hard.

“Paz,” you gasped, “Paz, what are you doing?”

“You didn’t think I'd be done after filling you up only twice, huh?” he asked you condescendingly, his hands slightly squeezing yours, “No, love, I’ve got quite a few loads in me, can – can kriffing feel it. Need to fill you up again, will you let me?”

You nodded, unable to speak anymore. There was a tear running down your cheek, a result of the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your veins, your body using every outlet available.

He wasn’t angry when you came without his permission, clamping so tightly around him you were sure it had to hurt. No, his hands were gentle as they ran down your back to your ass, pulling you once more on his cock while your whole body convulsed in pleasure.

“Doing so good for me,” he murmured, “My good girl.”

And that’s exactly what you wanted to be.

His good girl.

When he came for the third time, you felt it leaking out of you with each thrust, your pussy too full of his cock and his come to hold it in. It was a steady flow, the squelching noises loud in your ears as you felt so dirty for taking him like this, for being so turned on by it.

“It’s too much – too much come, Paz,” you finally gasped out, tears of overstimulation painting your cheeks, “It’s – I – I am so full, please …”

Immediately, his movements halted, even though his hips still kept twitching slightly. It made you all the move aware of the come running down your thighs, a mixture of yours and his. His hands on your hips squeezed you gently.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, the worry in his voice clear.

You took a deep breath, feeling your head clearing up a little. Pondering his question, you shook your head. “N-not yet,” you whispered hoarsely, “I can take one more, I think, o-one more please.”

“One more,” he agreed softly behind you, his hips slowly starting to move again, “One more and then I have filled you up enough for today, does that sound good?”

“Y-yes.”

“Will you come for me one more time, too, love?” he asked you, bowing over you again so that you could feel his chest press against your back. His lips were by your ear and your trunked your head awkwardly until you could catch his lips.

Considering how roughly he had pounded into you, how messy you looked now, this kiss was soft, chaste almost. As your eyes blinked open you could see the absolute love in his eyes and your heart warmed.

Much like yours had before, his hand snuck between your body and the floor, seeking out the bundle of nerves between your legs as he kissed you.

“Come for me,” he murmured as his thumb rubbed circles over your clit, “One more time, my love, come for me, want to feel you clenching around me when I fill you up, ‘kay?”

You nodded breathlessly, moaning into his mouth as you came around him.

Your body felt heavy and full as you sagged onto the floor, ungraciously smushed against the pillow when he once more filled you up. It was pure bliss and you swore you would never get tired of feeling him like this. All tense and hard and pulsing.

Paz’s forehead fell between your shoulder blades as he pressed kisses to your sweaty skin. “C’mon, love,” he whispered in your ear, pulling out of you with a wince, “Let’s get you comfortable, hm?”

You nodded, your eyes already falling closed.

You were dead asleep by the time Paz got you into the bunk.

When Paz woke up he could not believe his luck.

He was naked and you were naked and he had told you he loved you and you loved him too and he was curled around you as if that was where he had belonged all along.

He had one hand on your belly, the other lazily cupping your breast and his fingers twitched slightly, feeling the soft flesh. A blanket was haphazardly thrown over both of you and Paz felt the cold air on his back but he did not mind. As long as you were comfortable.

His nose was buried in the crook of your neck and he could feel your even breathing as you were still in a deep sleep. He smiled, pressing a kiss to every spot he could reach. Stars, he loved you. He loved your body, loved your soul, loved the way you smiled at him and the way you turned sleepily in his arms, shuffling closer to him even in your sleep.

How had he ever deserved something so beautiful?

Lost in his thoughts, he did not notice your eyes fluttering open until your soft lips were pressed against his jaw. “Morning,” you mumbled, a lazy smile stretched across your face as your hand wandered up to his chest, palm resting over his heart.

“Good morning, mesh’la,” he greeted you, unable to help the giant grin on his face, “How did you sleep?”

“Wonderful,” you replied, lightly scratching your nails on his chest in a way that made goosebumps rise on his skin, “I – I feel like I should have the biggest hangover but I don’t?”

He chuckled, gazing at you, his hand wandering to the small of your back and pulling you closer. “Might be the pollen,” he said, “Cara mentioned that we might have to sleep them off, remember?”

You frowned, “Not really. I – To be honest, all I remember was thinking about you …” then you looked up at him, your eyes searching his for something he was not sure about, “Now that your thoughts are clear, does – does that mean you have to put your helmet on again?”

The way your voice broke made his heart clench and he swallowed thickly. He ducked his head, kissing you softly and enjoying the way you relaxed into him, opening your mouth for his tongue to slip inside and taste you.

“I – I should but I don’t want to,” he answered truthfully, placing a hand on your cheek, “I want to keep looking at you just like this. Just for a while longer.”

You smiled, leaning into his touch.

If only every day could start like this.

“I – what – what if I keep it off when we are alone?” he suggested timidly, the fear of rejection gripping his chest tightly, “It – it would mean that we are courting that I, that I would want to marry you someday but I do and I – what would you think?”

“I would think that that is a very good idea,” you whispered back, talking as if it was your own little secret and the smile that bloomed on your face let him know that you were serious. That you were happy. “I would very much like to court you, Paz,” you clarified, “I love you.”

He laughed, boisterous and happy and unafraid of the others hearing him because you loved him and you wanted to court him and –

“Stars, I never thought I would be this happy to be infected by some strange pollen,” he chuckled, pulling you close to kiss you again. His hand dropped to the back of your knee, encouraging you to throw it over his hip but you squirmed.

He stopped, “Everything alright? Did I – are you hurt?”

“Just a little sore,” you responded, averting your eyes as if you were embarrassed and Paz frowned, “And I – I think my thighs are a bit … messy,” you finished, “You, uh, you came a lot yesterday, Paz.”

Remembering the way he had filled you up – four times at least, his brain offered helpfully – he felt himself grow harder and cursed inwardly. “I am sorry, love,” he offered, pressing a soft kiss to your mouth, “Let me make up for it, hm?”

Carefully he rolled you over until you were lying beneath him, smiling up at him still with the sleep in your eyes but your legs spread around his hips, “And how do you propose to do that, Mr. Vizsla?”

The blanket fell away from your body and he feasted on the sight before him. There were marks and hickeys all over your skin. Marks and hickeys that he put there. He leant down and caught one hard nipple in his mouth, nibbling at the sensitive skin and grinning when he heard your surprised gasp followed by you pushing your chest closer to his mouth.

“I think I can think of something,” he teased you, looking up at you with your skin still between his lips. The way you bit your lips, stars he could come at the sight …

“Is the coast clear?”

“Oh, fuck off,” Paz groaned above you and heard you giggle. Grateful for the curtain that was still in place in front of the bunk, shielding you from Cara’s view. Cara who had come in to check on your apparently.

He dipped down to kiss you again, smirking as he felt your legs wrap around his hips. He grew harder, his cock brushing against your core and you gasped.

“Sounds like you’re busy,” she commented drily and he scoffed.

“Lock the door on your way out,” he grumbled between kisses, nibbling at your collarbone, “We’ll be busy for a few hours still.”

Hours later, when both of you were sated again, Paz pressed one last kiss to your forehead before finally getting himself to leave the bunk. You whined, your arms reaching out for him sleepily and he wanted nothing more than to return to the little safe haven you had built for yourself.

But there was still a mission to complete.

“I need to take a shower, love,” he explained soothingly, “And then I will make sure you have all the time in the world in the refresher, yeah? No Elen or Din bothering you about it.”

You smiled droopily at the thought, your eyes already fluttering closed again and he smiled. “I love you,” he whispered.

Sleepily, you smiled at him cuddling into the pillow that he had previously occupied, “I love you too, Paz.”

#maybege writes #paz vizsla x reader #paz vizsla x fem!reader #smut

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