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sanctimoniousscrawlings · 6 years ago

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Prompt #1 : Lull of the Forest

Greenvale is quaint. At least that’s what the townsfolk say. Personally, I’ve never been fond of life here. Half the people here are ignorant and bigoted. They’re nosy and self-serving. Nine times out of ten I’ve found that the thick veneer of kindness and good ol’ fashioned neighborliness is born of duplicity, and to be quite honest it’s exhausting.

I’ve been saving money to leave since I turned sixteen and got my first job in the town’s only book store- a tiny thing, barely larger than my room back in my apartment. I’ve been thinking of moving to a big city- it may be too crowded for my taste but I’ve found that it has the opposite vibe to small towns. People start out assholish and then turn out to be kind. It’s a pleasant surprise.

Here I am ten years later with only half the cash I would need to get my own place somewhere I’d actually like to be. I’m scrolling through real estate sites and beginning to reconsider the whole roommate thing, much as I revile the thought of having to live with random strangers when my phone pings. It’s my best friend, Demeter.

D: omg Riley did you hear Me: oyg did I hear what? Me: and are you sure I can’t convince you to come with me D: Dylan is gone and certainly not, you know I can’t stand urban environments Me: pls tell me he absconded from the woods with his tail between his legs and the only thing he left behind was a trail of urine Me: I really don’t want him living next door to me again D: ... D: i heard the fairy house is a pretty grizzly scene Me: wow Me: guess i won’t have to live next door to him after all. neat. D: i know he was an asshole but do you need to be so blase about it? Me: only as much as he needed to chase me with a MIG torch Me: look, i know you aren’t supposed to speak ill of the dead (but honestly he shouldn’t have been such a dick) and I wouldn’t wish death on anyone- but I definitely don’t have to care that he’s gone Me: besides, he probably pissed off whatever’s in those woods. haven’t you noticed that when the people who live in that house are super cool, the hidden folk just play (mostly) harmless pranks- and they have never ever attacked children D: no, they just kill the parents and steal the kids Me: the bad parents. We both know the Bonners were abusing their kids. And pretty heavily. How many times did you call cps on them? D: ...monthly. But that doesn’t make it right. Those kids are probably scarred for life- and scared. Me: maybe. I think I might try buying the place tbh- I don’t even have half the money for a place in any of the cities I wanted to move to but I have more than enough for that place. It’ll be a dent in my funds, but I think it will be worth it. D: what Me: hear me out: I’m a misanthropist. They are clearly also not fond of people. Maybe we’ll get along. Plus, I can keep the deed to this place to protect the forest from the idiots in town moving in. D: First of all that’s a stupid idea. Second of all, you’re too kind to be a misanthropist. You’re just a curmudgeon. A philanthropic curmudgeon. Me: what Me: that doesn’t even make sense D: you’re grumpy af but I’ve never seen you do anything to cause even the people you hate the most harm. Hell, how often did you help Dylan with his homework or share your food with the delinquents who couldn’t afford lunch when we were in school. D: the whole “I hate humankind blah blah blah destroy all humans” thing is just a front because you always had this complex about helping everyone and it kept backfiring. And then after Ashe... Me: sorry, Demi, gotta go. I’ve got paperwork to fill out. D: DON’T YOU DARE MOVE INTO THAT HOUSE I S2G RILEY ANDREW FERGUSON

I know she cares but I really can’t deal with this right now. I’ve got a house to buy.

For the next two weeks, I avoid Demeter. I love her but she’s overbearing sometimes and I’m not gonna let her talk me out of this. All the paperwork is taken care of and fortunately, my lease was ending at the end of the month so this should prove to be a smooth transition. All my packing is complete and I get to move into my new place in another few days. My shift ended at the bookstore so I head back to the apartment only to find a grey slip of a man waiting for me. “Riley Ferguson, there you are. Your presence is required at the law office of Paz & Squalor. If you have some time to accompany me there, I urge you to.” His voice was strained and gravelly. “It concerns the property in the woods.” “Sure thing. Let’s go.” I wonder if there’s a hitch in the bureaucratic workings and if there is I’m damn well gonna sort it out.

An hour later and I’m in Ms. Paz’s office. She peers across the desk at me with a grave look on her face and I can see that she’s mulling something over. The look of concern in her eyes is disconcerting. She starts abruptly, clearly having decided to get on with whatever I’m here for. “I’m sorry for your loss, Mr. Ferguson.” “Loss?” “Dylan Daniels. You are Riley Andrew Ferguson, correct?” I nod, but the confusion on my face doesn’t assuage her concerns. “He left the house to you in his will. And everything in it.” She opens a dwarer of her desk and pulls out an envelope, clutching it to his chest. “He also left you this.” She extends the envelope across the desk. “Sorry it took so long to get this to you. The police only found his will a few days ago- everyone was unaware he even had one until then. I just need you to sign some things.” She pushes a stack of papers and a nice pen across the desk. I’m too stuned to respond. “Riley.” She pauses and reaches a hand across the desk to squeeze mine. “I know this must be very hard for you. Take all the time you need.” The next few hours are a blur. I find myself at my desk, clutching the sealed envelope. There’s no way this isn’t some sort of prank. He probably has the entire town in on it- they have always distrusted me here. People gossip about what sort of mental issues I may or may have. “He has the autism,” is the most favored line I hear from the elderly ladies at the old rumor mill. I am a hundred percent sure they don’t even know what autism is- and to be honest that gets to me far more than them actually suggesting I’m on the spectrum. There are worse rumors of course. I have schizophrenia and murdered my own family in a hallucination. Or I’m a sociopath and did it in cold blood. Of course, it doesn’t matter that I was asleep in the back room at work at the time- trying to avoid going home. My boss is a little scenile and his word isn’t good enough to assuage the good people of Greenvale. They’d probably accuse me of doing Dylan in, too, if it weren’t for his proximity to the woods. Deep breath. I open the envelope. There’s a letter inside. When I pull it out, another piece of paper drifts down to the floor. It’s stained with graphite- the pencil must have been smeared. I reach down to pick it up and freeze before I can. I recognize my own writing on the small paper. What the actual hell? I pick it up and read it, wracked with anxiety. It’s a poem. It’s a poem I wrote in eighth grade. A flashback takes me back to when I wrote it. My first real crush on a guy. It was a boy I had P.E. with every year of middle school. I had just started dating a girl I rode the bus home with when I realized that I liked this guy and the poem quite bluntly reflected the turbulent emotions I was feeling at the time. I had a firm grasp on metaphors but even now subtly and nuance elude me when I experience emotion- which happens far more often than I would prefer. More importantly, why would he have this? How did he even- I’m hit with another memory. I wrote that the day that little demon stabbed me in the hand with a pencil. I still have the black mark under my skin. Bastard gave me my first tattoo. He must have taken it from my binder when I was in the nurse’s office. Okay. But why would he keep this? It was fuel he could have used to burn me before I came out my senior year. I remember the letter. With some trepidation, I begin to read it.

Riley,

I was really hoping to tell you this in person. Frankly, I’ve been trying to for years but you evaded me at every turn. You can’t evade me at this one, though. My death ensured that- that is unless you’re not reading this and I misjudged your caliber on the whole fairy house thing. I don’t know, I figure you’d thrive there for some reason. I think Walt Whitman said something about the strongest tree in the forest is the one that sprouts against all odds.

My eye twitches at the butchering of the quote and that he confused Walt Disney with Walt Whitman, but I carry on.

Anyways, sorry not sorry for rambling. I like you. No, that’s putting it mildly. I think I’ve been in love with your weirdness since we first sat together in that class. I had hoped you wrote this poem about me but was too afraid to ever ask you about it. I know it’s no consolation for the animosity I displayed toward you, but I was just so terrified. Your presence left me unsettled and we got stuck together so much after that. So I reciprocated and instilled the fear in you that you put in me. It was wrong and I really am so sorry. Now you know how I feel, though. I bet the creatures of the forest got me. If I’m right, you owe me a kiss when next we meet, wherever that may be.

Love, Dylan Daniels. P.S. And I mean love. P.P.S. I know I got the quote entirely wrong. I bet you did that thing where your eye twitches when you can’t correct someone cuz you’re frustrated. That will be another kiss. P.P.P.S. No dictionaries were harmed in the writing of this letter. P.P.P.P.S. Well, I might have lit one on fire after.

I feel disgusted after reading the letter. He was an asshole and a creep. A knock at the door startles me into yelping. I catch my breath to answer it and Demeter pushes her way in. “Sit. We’re talking.” I do as she says; I’m still reeling from everything I just found out and Demeter is the last person anyone should ever piss off. She may be a kindly teacher and a great friend but not even the gods can save someone incurring her wrath. “You got the house, didn’t you.” It clearly wasn’t a question but I nod quietly anyways. She sighs. “Well, if anyone from this town could thrive there it would be one of us, but still. What were you thinking?” I stare into the nether. “I don’t know anymore. I don’t even want the house now,” I murmur. “It’s tainted. He even ruined the fairy house for me.” “What do you mean? You knew he had lived there when you made the ridiculous plan to swoop in on it.” I silently proffer the letter and poem without looking at her. She lets out an incredulous whistle. “Well... He tried to put his heart in the right place. I think. Ooh, girl, this boy was a mess.” She pauses, squinting at the letter. “Wait. Did he leave you the house? Holy hell.” Demeter stayed the night. I woke up the next morning to a note on my bedroom door: I’ve reconsidered the roommate thing. Be back soon, packing my stuff. If they didn’t already, the townsfolk were about to think Demeter insane, too.

Days later and we were moved into the house, though I was still uneasy. He left a lot behind- including some nearly new furniture. Probably for the best given how spartan Demeter and I both lived. I brought a desk and computer while she brought house plants and a bed. The house was old and quirky and had an air to it that we both adored. The rear garden was pressed right up against the old forest; with the fence having rotten away long since the tenants before Dylan had lived there, a new one was half built in its place- and wildflowers had overtaken most of the space. All except for one tree that sat in the center of our new yard, between the forest and the house. The entire rear half of the house had large beautiful windows that faced the forest, as well as a massive section of glass doors that opened up to the rear garden, almost like an entertainment area, thanks to the simple stone porch. “Oh, I am so fixing this up.” Demeter sounded giddy, standing in the decrepit garden. “We’ve totally got this.” “I hope so.” I can’t shake the uneasy feeling I’ve had all weekend. “I’m heading in to set up some of my supplies.” I leave Demeter to her own devices and get to work in the back room with the enormous glass doors. After a few minutes, it feels as though the very air is weighing on me. I open the doors wide, not paying any mind to the dangers of the forest. Let them come, they’d probably make better company than 99% of the good townsfolk of Greenvale. The invigorating scent of the forest fills the room and I’m suddenly in the mood for oil pastels.

It’s been a week now and I still feel trapped whenever I’m in the house. I feel as though I’m being watched any time I’m on the property. The eyes from the forest seem more curious than anything- it’s inside that I feel I’m in danger. After going on an unnecessary shopping trip for the umpteenth time since moving in, I decide to be productive and prepare a basket of food for those that dwell in the forest. Fruits, nuts, pepitas, and even some actual food I cooked up. I set the basket out back, near the treeline, and go back to the room I claimed for my studio. When next I look outside, the basket is empty and moved closer to the house. I hope they enjoyed it.

I get home earlier than Demeter and begin to make a habit of leaving food out for my new neighbors- including a dish of milk on my window sill. Each day, the basket is returned closer and closer to the house. I begin finding gifts of seeds, flowers, and odd trinkets in the returned basket. Demeter joyously nurtures the seeds into all manner of strange and exotic plants. One day, when the house is feeling particularly stifling, I decide to go to the forest edge to get away from it. I find a cozy spot beneath a tree and start writing. I hear the basket being moved but I’m too in the flow to pay any attention- that is until I notice a curious fox looming over my notebook. I don’t want to spook it so I continue writing. Eventually, the fox lays its head on my wrist, watching the pencil soar across the pages. I suppress the urge to make a high pitched noise in joy at this blessing. My trips to the forest edge became more frequent- as did the fox’s joining me. I started bringing treats for my new friend who cozied up to me as I worked. One day, when Demeter was out later for student conferences, I went out to the back porch- still outside but sheltered from the storm that had rolled in. I mistakenly drifted off to sleep to the sound of rain- and far more easily than I could have fallen asleep inside the house. I awakened to find myself wrapped in a fine silk cloak lined with the softest fur I have ever felt in my life- and I pet a lot of cats. I also note that I am now inside and the doors are shut. It’s already morning, as well. Demeter is in the kitchen, making herself a quick breakfast before she heads off to work. “I’m glad to see you made it home safely. Did you bring me inside?” “What? No, you were asleep on the floor when I got home last night. I feel like it’s the first time you’ve slept since we got here.” I grunt noncommittally and leave the room. Later on, I return the cloak, folded in the basket with yet another assortment of tasty goodies. This time I'm reading rather than working on one of my projects. The fox returns once more and- to my joy- curls up in my lap. I stroke his soft fur while I read and eventually I can hear the soft contented snoring of my vulpine buddy. I'm so comfortable that for the second day in a row I make the mistake of falling asleep outside. This time, as the beams of morning sunlight drift through my eyelids, I’m in my room. The luxurious cloak is covering me once more and the fox is curled up next to my head. The Prompt Next

#part 1 #I've been at this for almost six hours and need to stop #writing prompt #Lull of the Forest #the prompt is the post before this one

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faustocas-blog · 7 years ago

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Garden + Tennis Marathon

The following two weeks are going to be very challenging, I have very limited time to work in my garden and I have to leave it set up for spring break, which is around the corner. The most important step is to buy a water timer, Im planning to go tomorrow to this warehouse to see if they have any. Installing the water timer isn't simple, I have to talk to maintenance to see when we install the device. From my research I found that the device is expensive, meaning I have to talk to Miss Amy to see what my budget after the tennis Marathon fundraiser this past weekend.

Currently I have encounter a very big challenge that have even set me up in a bad mood the past days, one morning I found most of my tomatoes falling halfway almost breaking completely. I was able to rescue some but not all, which made me realized how in a matter of hours I could loose all my project, dragging my effort and time with it. One of the reasons tomatoes are falling is because we don’t have much space for them to grow and currently have too many of them, I know it sounds ridiculous, I never though that was going to be a problem. With some help from mr. Sean my biology teacher, we have concluded that we need to start transplanting and killing some of our plants to guaranty effective growth on the others. I have been cutting and transplanting some but It hurts to kill my babies, I have literally planted them from seeds and killing them is very difficult because they have been connected to me emotionally since day one. Pruning and killing has to happen these days and hopefully it will help the strong tomatoes. Currently we have very strong ones and one of the plants its starting to produce our first tomato fruit. Other than this I haven’t had much time to work, hopefully I cut some of the tomatoes, install the water timer and build a new bed by the end of the trimester, thats my goal.

As I mentioned before the annual Tennis Marathon is a big fundraiser for CAS and scholarships that our class got to organized this year. First of all I want to mention that it was a complete success, everything turned out great and the vibes and music was very positive throughout the whole event. Overall the positive aspects in the event was the constant positivity, the food and drinks and awesome tennis games. Next time overall I would guaranty the 24 hours of tennis and chaperons. My particular job was actually obtaining those chaperons and I went a little above and beyond and actually help with some marketing and organization during the event. Personally we did have chaperons every hour including our class but at the last minute most of the adults cancelled witch left us with no choice but to take responsibility ourselves. In terms of my mini marketing work, With the help of some of the actual marketing team I managed to send some personal emails to the parent of La Paz trying to obtain more donations and pledges. I still don’t know the result of the emails but hopefully we got some online donations thanks to the emails. Personally I think I did well in not stepping up to take control of the whole event, its hard for me to not give my opinion in events like this and try to become the leader, this time I hold my self and gave the opportunity to others. The positive aspect about this was as a class to obtain a different leadership style, and gave me more time to work on my CAS project and if need it help in other jobs within the event. I could have really make sure that chaperons were coming, but honestly they cancelled last minutes and its hard to predict if they are coming or not.

As a end result I consider the Tennis Marathon a complete success and hopefully I can use to money from the event to make my project a success.

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aesthetic-dani · 7 years ago

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It it 12:28 am and it is a school night.

I should be sleeping instead of writing this post, but I promise to myself it will be short.

I love my new art teacher Ms. A and I am so sad she won't be here next year, she is like my mom in many ways. Blue hands compared me to her a couple times and oh god, I am so flattered. She really motivates me to put all that energy and thought behind my work, in a way empowers me to be more me. and confident.

Quick thought:

-There are constellations on my face

-"We Are an Island" (Brandon Boyd)

- I love the design of urban cities like Tokyo , New York, Bogota, and Downtown Miami. Yet I want to create spaces that relieve the tension of living in such places.

-I am growing to be comfortable in my body, even if it is not how I desire it to look

-I will be fine, wherever I go. Everything will be okay.

-I love my family so much, and my friends too. As the rabbi has said, "Uno puede Tamar a todo el undo, per no tine que asociarse con todo el mundo".

-quiero estudiar toda mi vida! Me encanta aprender... aunque claro que el aprendizaje nunca para, estés en la escuela o no.

-quiero enamorarme de mi cultura, saber mas de mi paz, por que siempre serán una parte muy grande de quien soy.

-I need to read up on some art history and research.

Wow this has not been so quick..... Oops!

I hope my boy is out there somewhere and that he is okay. I hope he feels good about himself and everything he does is done with love. I do not know him yet, but he is somewhere. He is real. I like to think that he is fun and intelligent. A musician, an artist, a poet, or someone immersed in culture and art and humanity. Oh please do be real. I love you already, and I do not even know you. And the not knowing helps me wonder. Just the silly little things that are so good in theory and I hope just as good in practice. Oh boy, take care... be happy.

Last thing or two...

I love love love love my family. So much. I do not say it so often but I do. I love you all so much. My parents, brothers and sister. My inlaws and niece. I love you, I really do. I am sorry for how I have been.

Surprisingly now I see the surgery on me. I can bear with how I currently look but I can visualize the change the surgery would do on my face.... And I would look soooooooo pretty. I love it!! I know it is a while until that happens, but I am excited for it. Only thought is, will I feel guilty when people say I am pretty since it is not in a way my natural face?

I men it will be, but.... you know what I mean. I hope it all turns out good. I really do. The surgery doesn't represent me getting rid of all my insecurities, but it will help. My face and head will still be asymmetrical and a bit odd but that is okay.

NOW VERY LAST THING I PROMISE!!!

I cleaned my room because my mom is arriving in 6 hours (morning) instead of at night as I somehow expected. and it look so nice!!! I cleaned it, my desk is clear and I just have to throw away like a couple water bottles. Then voila! I hope I can become more productive, like do more things like this... because they matter and make life better.

I am going to start taking daily walks. I think they are very important, and freeing. Good for the body and soul.

I am getting my drivers license soon (I think) and well that should open some doors, give me more independence and responsibility, but I think I can take it tbh.

Ohh and about my tattoos. I want to get my first one with my mom being around. But if she doesn't really agree with it in the end, I'll just get it on my birthday the which is fair from now, but I think could work. I'm excited to get it done.. I really am.

About college, I am just going to make a hell ton of artwork and see what happens I will be okay.

Now I am off to bed because I want to eat waffles for breakfast in the morning, and my lazy butt won'’ do them if I am this tired.

I love you world, please spread love and positive vibes.

We can do it

" While there's life, there's hope"- Cicero

12:58 am.

09-28-2017

#thoughts #writing #journal #diary #school #family #work #art #tattoo

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mayankoren-blog · 8 years ago

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Ruta La Paz 17′ Run For Education.

On May 6th I participated in the annual Ruta La Paz race our school hosts. I have run the 5km in this event seven years in a row and have never been disappointed. The event changes a little every time, this year it was located at the Sailing center and the whole race was run on the beach! Both of which have never been done before. Because of the early rainfall it was not the brightest day, the sky looked dull and I was not motivated to go to the race in the first place. Aside from that the last time I had trained was a few moths back. I did not feel prepared. A few hours later we drove to Flamingo beach. We spent the car ride guessing what color the shirts would be, since it is usually kept a surprise. Walking into the Sailing Center I could tell there were good vibes, and overall good energy, teachers, students and community members all came to run for a good cause. A few friends and I were in charge of handing out medals to the 100m and 200m race the little kids run, it reminded me of when I was their age and how excited I would get very year when this day approached. Everyone gathered around to listen to the route of the race and shortly after we began running. At 4:30 we were off! What I like about this race is that the main focus is not a competition, I found myself running with people I usually don't talk to or don't even know. At the end I was happy with my results, I still don't know in how long it took me to run 5km but I feel like it will be my best year yet! I am so glad I went to the race, it is a fun get together with the community while participating in a fun physical activity.

#runforeducation

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maybege · 11 months ago

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I'm obsessed with this now, teacher paz watching/reading readers favorite books and movies because he wants to understand why she likes them

Oh yes I love it! Maybe she has her class always watch a certain movie or read a certain book each year because it turns out it’s one of her favourites. 🥹 and then Paz reads/watches it too so he can have something to talk about with her and see what her interests are 😭♥️

#may answers #teacher!paz vibes

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maybege · 2 years ago

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Hi, May 😊

Thinking about Paz watching you punch a guy, that makes an innapropriate comment towards you. Like, you just walk for grocery shopping or something, and there is one annoying dumbass, throwing such comment to you, and you turn back and slap him/kick him into his ballsack/punch him, after he keeps going on with his bullshit.

Paz hears something's happening and your angry voice, since he is nearby, and rushes to you as a big protector he is. And he only comes to see you putting that dumbass in his place. Paz is like 👀👁️👄👁️

Okay, I don't know if any of your remember but this fits so well into the self defense teacher!paz AU, I could cry 🥺 He sees this guy hanging around from afar and before he can do anything, the stranger has approached you and is trying to talk to you/touch you in a way you do not want.

And then you punch him. Like a proper punch just how Paz showed you in the course and after he is so fucking proud but also makes sure that the guy is gone for good before he checks you over and throws his arm around your shoulders.

#may answers #paz vizsla x reader #self defense teacher!paz vibes

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maybege · 2 years ago

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I saw your idea for the Teacher AU with Paz (which I absolutely love by the way) and it made me think of this

I am SO in love with this. 🥺 he looks so soft and so nice and has such puppy eyes and I bet reader sometimes just sits on the bleachers and pretends tu grade papers but actually just observes him and when he spots her, he smiles so widely because he’s so happy to see her and maybe he even decides to demonstrate a few exercises a bit more thoroughly to impress her 🥺🥺

#may answers #teacher!paz vibes

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maybege · 3 years ago

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May I have some thoughts for you on this rainy (at least in Maine) day. I recently came across the song beauty and essex by free nationals, unknown mortal orchestra, and Daniel Caesar and all I can think about is having 💕 relations💕 with Paz in a club bathroom while it is playing and I’m 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

I have thoughts 🥵 I’m not gonna say it’s self defense teacher!Paz and reader at a Halloween party but I’m saying it’s self defense teacher!Paz and Reader at a Halloween party. And he’s treating both of them to something ✨spicy✨

#may answers #self defense teacher!paz vibes #that song is so good #thank you anon! ♥️🥺

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maybege · 2 years ago

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Unexpectedly Expecting

Summary: You have big news and Paz doesn’t know what to do. (Part 6 of LPOH)

Pairing: biker!Paz Vizsla x fem!teacher!Reader

Wordcount: 4.2k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Modern AU, Biker AU, pregnancy stuff, slight angst, mentions of bad parenting and addiction

I kind of forgot that I had a whole chapter for biker!Paz still complete in the drafts so I thought I would celebrate the start of fall (and my soon tk be birthday) with a new chapter. We now get into the main plot stuff and I just want to put in a disclaimer that I have never been pregnant and therefore the depiction of pregnancy will be very inaccurate and just give the kind of romcom vibes that we need lol. As always please let me know what you thought in a comment or reblog ❤

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“For the last time, you cannot come with us!”

“Meow!”

“Kitten,” he warned, seeing the little cat climb her way back into his duffel bag.

At first, he had thought that it was the colourfully patterned socks (a gag gift from Grogu and Din for one Winterfest) that had caught her attention. But as he had removed the offending piece of clothing to his bed and Kitten had stayed curled up in his packed bag, he knew that she simply did not want him to leave.

Which had led to the discussion they were currently having.

“That hut is not a safe place for kittens,” he heard himself say, scooping her up and placing her on the floor, “You will stay with Grogu and Fennec.”

Kitten climbed back onto the bed, eyeing the bag as if she was calculating the best place to jump into it.

He sat down with a sigh, knowing that it would be futile to fight with her. “C’mere.”

She purred, climbing onto his knees and curling up. His fingers disappeared into her fur, petting her as he thought about the weekend ahead. Years ago, he never would have thought that he would have a girlfriend(?) to bring with him to a weekend trip with his friends.

And now here he was, packing his pack so he could pick you up first thing tomorrow and drive with you to the coast. He smiled.

The ringing of his phone forced him into action and he practically fell over his feet as he reached for the blinking device.

“Hey, everything alright?”

“I am so sorry, Paz,” you mumbled, sounding struck down, “I think I must’ve caught a bug or something from the kids but I,” another pause, “I don’t think I can come with you today.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

The words were out of his mouth so quickly, it was almost like an instinct. You chuckled weakly and he felt something tugging in his chest at the way you sounded so pained. You did not sound well. At all.

“Thank you for asking,” you replied, “But I don’t think I would be very good company today. I have the doctor’s appointment this afternoon and then I think I will just need to rest for the weekend.”

Something in him wanted to ask if you were sure. That he could stay with you, no problem. He had Boba on speed dial, after all, it would take less than a minute to pull out of the trip and then make his way to your house.

But he also knew that whatever it was between the two of you, it had not been going on for very long. Barely two months. Could that be considered long? It felt like an eternity for him, certainly after the long years he had been without a partner. But objectively … could two, three months even be considered a relationship?

“Are – are you angry?”

He shook his head, trying to get rid of the thoughts.

“No!” he protested quickly, Kitten jumping from his lap in fright, “Sorry, I was just lost in thought. It’s okay for you to stay home, love, just – just text me if you need anything?”

He could hear your tired smile, his heart strings thrumming. “You can’t send me food from up the coast, Paz.”

“No but I’d drive home,” he replied, “I could get you some soup, some tea and, uh, those salty cracker things you like so much.”

You chuckled, sounding tired and sad and his heart clenched. “You’re the best, Paz, enjoy your tip, okay? And give Kitten lots of scritches from me.”

You: Hey, can you come over when you’re back? We need to talk.

He had been staring at the notification for three hours now, not even daring to open the text so you couldn’t see that he had read it. We need to talk. That was never a good sign, was it?

What did you want to talk about? Had you changed your mind?

Three days by the coast, surrounded by his friends and family, all seemed like a waste of time now that he knew something bad was about to happen. Stars, he felt stupid now. How happy he had been to see you again, to tell you al about his weekend, to tell you how he had spoken abut you to the others. How happy Ahsoka had been to hear that the new teacher was doing well.

“Why the face?” Din sat down next to him at Ahsoka’s breakfast table, “You look like Kitten just ran away.”

Paz tilted the screen so his friend could see the notification, “She wants to talk.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” Paz sighed, “Oh.”

He knocked on your door, taking a deep breath. Whatever would end up happening, he would get over it. He could live with it. The most important thing was that he could remain your friend. That you would be happy and he somehow still had a chance to see that.

The door swung open and he swallowed when he saw how sick you looked. You were wearing your pyjamas, still, the fuzzy ones with cookies printed all over them. And it looked like you had cried and his heart ached.

“Hey,” he smiled quietly, holding up the bag, “I, uh, I brought you some soup.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, your hand still on the doorknob, “Would you like to come in for a coffee or something?”

He swallowed again, his dry throat protesting at the movement, “Sure.”

You both were silent as you made your way to the kitchen and he followed you like a lost puppy with the soup in his hands. He noticed the dirty dishes in the sink, the blinds half closed even though it was bright daylight out.

“That bug really got to you, huh?”

He tried to hide the way how nervous he was and set the takeout bag on the free space on your kitchen table. The coffee machine whirred to live and he watched as you grabbed a mug from the cupboard and setting it under the machine.

Your silence did not go unnoticed by him and something in him already regretted accepting the cup of coffee. The slow drip of it made him even more nervous, skittish somehow, as he tried to prepare for the inevitable. For your rejection. For playing like this had meant just as little to him as it had to you. For playing like his heart did not shatter into a million pieces.

“So how –“

The cup cluttered and he watched as coffee spilled all over the counter. He wanted to reach out to you, kiss your fingertips and ask you what was wrong. Why your hands were shaking just like his heart. Why you looked so afraid.

“I’m pregnant Paz.”

“What?”

“I’m pregnant,” you repeated, taking a deep breath, “I know that this is – this is a shock and please just, just listen to me, okay?”

Feeling completely dumbfounded, he nodded.

“I am pregnant and I know it is yours. I take the pill and I don’t know how – how this could’ve happened but I’m definitely pregnant. In the third month too,” you added, “And I have decided that I would like to keep the baby. I know this is not ideal and this is not something you signed up for. And … I guess I just wanted to let you know. I understand if you’re not ready for that kind of commitment yet or if you didn’t see this relationship go anywhere. I promise I won’t bother you with it too much. But you have a right to know and –“

“Are you well?” he blurted out, interrupting your rushed monologue. He felt bad because he wanted you to know that he listened to you but in all this hurry, the panic in your voice had just sounded more and more prominent and what

You tilted your head, questions in your eyes, and he cleared his throat, trying to get his words out better than before.

“Do – are you sick, I mean?” he clarified, rubbing the back of his neck, “Do – do you want to sit down or have a water or –“

“I’m fine, Paz,” you smiled, “Thank you for asking. I’m – I’m just nervous, I guess.”

“Yeah,” he huffed out, his heart beating a mile a minute, “Me too.”

Silence.

His brain was still trying to catch up on the information you had just provided.

Pregnant.

You were pregnant. With his child.

A baby would change everything and it was like he could watch his entire world turn upside down in front of him.

“I know this is a lot of information, Paz,” you said soothingly, your hand landing on his forearm and he hated how you looked at him as if he would push you away, “I just – Please take the time to think about this, okay?”

“Yeah, I,” he took a deep breath, “I don’t know what to say, I’m sorry, this is – it’s a lot. I thought –“

“Thought what?”

“I thought you called me here to, uh, to break up.”

“That’s the last thing on my mind,” you smiled sadly, “But it might not be on yours.”

“What’s gotten into you, big guy?”

Ten hours later, Paz still felt like the world was reeling around him. He did not even know how he had gotten to the bar or what he had done in between listening to your words and sitting in front of a pint of beer, looking at the foam as if that would give him the answers he needed.

“She’s pregnant,” he said lamely, still staring at his hands. Everything felt like it was moving so fast and he was stuck in place, his heart tugging between pure elation and straight panic in a roller coaster of emotions that made him want to throw up, “She – she is pregnant.”

“Is it yours?”

“Of course, it is,” he hissed, turning to glare at his older friend and boss.

But Boba did not seem to be fazed. The older man simply met his stare, calmly taking a swig of his beer. “You barely dated, what, three months?” he guessed, “I wanted to make sure.”

“She’s not like that,” Paz muttered under his breath, his heart feeling strangely warm when thinking of you. Anger at Boba was at the forefront because how could he – Boba knew you for fuck’s sake! He knew how important you were to him. “She – We – There is no one else. Won’t be any one else, either.”

“Man, you are head over heels already, huh?”

He did not say anything. The truth was, yes, he was. Hopelessly so. Ever since he had first seen you at school it seemed like life had gotten so much lighter. Maybe it was too early to call it love but his heart was counting the days until he could tell you what he felt for you.

“And now a baby?” Boba probed further, “What did she say?”

“She said she wanted me to know about it,” he recalled slowly, barely able to piece everything together from memory, “That, uh, she wants to keep it, either way. And she did not want to break up with me.”

“Glad we got that covered,” Din said dryly and Paz threw him a glare. But the dark haired man simply shrugged and raised his beer to his lips, half looking at the football game that was shown on the TV in the corner.

“What? Every time I see you two together it is hard to say who has more heart eyes for the other – you or her,” he mumbled absentmindedly, “The last thing I thought she would do was break up and I was proven right.”

“Taking all emotions out of this, she is doing the right thing, I think,” Boba said, “She made her decision and now she is offering you the choice if and how you want to be involved in your child’s life.”

Your child.

“Why are you all so much fucking calmer than I am about this?” Paz asked, taking a big swig of his beer, trying to let the bitter taste wash away the anxiety that bubbled up. As if that had ever worked.

“I – Shit, Boba look at me,” he growled, resting his forehead on his hand, “I never thought I would be a dad. Not with my family, not with this town and now – “

“Now you have a chance to experience it,” the older man nodded in understanding, leaning back against the low backrest of the barstool. He had crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking as serious as ever and just like always, Paz had trouble recognizing how his friend actually felt. “Do you think you are ready for a kid?”

Paz scoffed, “We all know Djarin is the only one I ever would entrust a kid with.”

Din made a sound at the back of his throat, rubbing his beard. “Paz, it was you who took care of Grogu those first few weeks. Yes, he is my son and but don’t tell me you wouldn’t have been ready to adopt him if I had not.”

“And what about her?”

Remembering Boba’s previous implied question about your fidelity, Paz perked up, ready to come to your defence in case his friend decided to be stupid again. “What about her?”

Boba shrugged, “What do you feel for her? Yes, a baby is a big responsibility but there is also the question of who you are raising that child with.”

He relaxed at the question, nodding in thought. “She will be a great mom,” he murmured, thinking of the way you had laughed with Grogu in the car, how gentle and understanding you were with your students. Honestly, if you hadn’t been pregnant now, he doubted it would have taken him long to have the first thought of you holding his child.

But that was the problem. You weren’t going to be the only parent. That was his child as well.

“You both know my family,” he sighed, avoiding the mustering stares of Boba and Din, “You know about my father. That man was an asshole and a drunk addicted to poker. How can I,” he took a deep breath, finally voicing his fears as his voice broke, “How can I ever be better than that?”

Memories came rushing back. Of the fun summers in his uncle’s garage. Of the horrible winters at home, how sad his mother had been, trying her best to make up for a mostly-absent father. Of the moments his father hadn’t been absent but instead chosen to destroy any confidence his son had.

A heavy hand landed on his back and Paz flinched, blinking before finding Boba’s dark eyes. “I know what you are thinking,” the man said, “But you are not your father, Paz Vizsla, and you never have been. You are already so much better than him by trying to be honest with yourself. The question is do you want what your father did to you keep you from having the life you want?”

Curse Boba and his occasional words of wisdom.

“What are you thinking?” Din asked him, watching, curiously as Paz stood up, fiddling to his jacket over his arms.

“I’m taking a personal day tomorrow.”

Boba grinned, probably already knowing what was going in his head. “Don’t you have that Whistledown car inspection schooled?”

“Then I’ll come in later, I don’t care,” he muttered, slapping a few bills on the counter, “I need to talk to her.”

It was way too late and when the cab passed your street, he saw that all the lights were out. That when it hit home that maybe it was way too late to talk to you. (3am the dashboard clock let him know.) Besides, he had had too much to drink and could not think straight. He could wait.

And wait he did. Paz had never slept as badly as in that night, getting up at 6am to take a shower and prep breakfast, his hands trembling excitement and nervousness. For a moment, he lamented that Kitten had decided to stay at the garage (Boba had bribed her with treats, of that he was sure) but on second thought he would probably have driven her crazy with his pacing and tossing and turning.

No, he could wait.

He was out the door at 6:10am, making his way to the bar from last night to pick up his bike. This was too early still, he tried to tell himself, he did not want to seem like a maniac when he standing in front of your door. He wanted to look responsible and thoughtful and mature and –

Passing the gas station, he decided to turn around, his bike roaring under him.

Maybe a coffee would help settle his nerves.

You felt like shit and by now you were sure that both your heart and your stomach had decided to riot at the same time as you sobbed into the toilet, your gagging turning into dry heaving when your stomach had no more contents to throw up.

Cold sweat had built up on your forehead and you tried to remember Doctor Kaida’s words that ginger tea could sometimes help. You just needed to be able to make it to the kitchen.

You sniffled, flushing the toilet before quickly splashing some cold water on your face and trying to rinse your mouth of the acid taste that seemed to have burned itself into your throat. At least you had not gotten dressed yet, it would have been so much worse if you would have to think of another outfit to wear.

A look in the mirror reminded you that your feeling of misery did its best to be translated on the outside and you felt tears prick in your eyes again. You did not know what you had expected Paz to do and you tried to reason with yourself that he needed the time. Stars, it hadn’t even been 24 hours since you had told him about the pregnancy. You had had a whole weekend to think about it, it was only fair that you would award him that same courtesy.

But that was said so much easier than done when all you wanted was to just spend time with him. You wanted to be with him, every second of every day, and spend weekends on the couch with Kitten on your lap and, later on, with your baby.

A real baby.

You slipped your dress over your head, making sure it fell right before pulling on your tights. There was no hint of a baby belly yet but according to the internet there would be – soon. Which meant that not only would you have to tell your students about it but also their parents. And most importantly your boss.

Another wave of anxiety washed over you and you felt your stomach rumble. Principal Gideon would not be pleased, that was for sure, especially since you had just started working at the school. You just weren’t sure if it was going to be the pregnancy itself or rather the father of your baby who would be the thorn in his eyes.

You pressed your lips together, refusing to be late for school, when you made your way out of the house, bringing your little bag with you. Already, you had started a countdown in your head of how many hours were left of the work day. It being Monday, maybe you could get away with giving the kids some own occupational time where they could work on their art projects? That would at least give you a bit of respite and time to plan the next few days ahead.

You opened the door, immediately forgetting if you had packed your lunch or not and if you had forgotten it, did you have enough change to get a quick bite at the sandwich shop? And why was there a bike in your driveway?

You blinked in confusion, your hand tightening round the key in your hand until you recognized the dark blue paint on the bike, slightly chipped in places but generally well taken care of. Paz. It was Paz who was standing beside said bike, looking a little worse for wear but most importantly nervous. He was nervous.

The large man spotted you, straightening his posture and you smiled when you saw that he seemed to have put a bit more effort into his appearance. His hair was curly and fluffy, like when he had just stepped out of the shower, and you spotted a little patch on his denim jacket where there previously had been an oil stain. And you had never seen that flannel on him before …

“I, uh, I did not know what kind of flowers you liked,” he brought out, holding a little bouquet out in front of him. The clear plastic crinkled and you recognized the sticker from the little flower shop down by the gas station and you smiled.

“Thank you,” you said, your heart beating so fast you almost forgot how horrible the morning had gone. You walked closer, trying to hide the trembling in your hands as you reached out to take it from him. His fingers brushed yours and you both paused and you watched his fingers flex, carefully skimming over the inside of your wrist.

Stars, how you had missed his touch.

Paz shuffled and you noted he still had one hand behind him. You tilted your head, seeing something brown and furry behind his back.

“Is that a stuffie?” you asked, your heart skipping a beat.

He looked at you as if he didn’t understand the question before gathering himself, bringing his other hand in front of him. It was a small dark brown teddy bear with a little red bow tie and it looked like the softest thing you had ever seen. “Uh, yeah,” he said, taking in a deep breath, “Babies like soft things and I had this one teddy bear that my uncle gave me that I loved and I thought the baby might need one, too, and – and, uh,” he looked at you, “I want in. Like, all in.”

“All in?” you whispered, tears pricking your eyes and you could not help your hand landing on your belly, “Like, for real?”

Paz looked at you with wide eyes, nodding eagerly. “For real, sweetheart. All in.”

You sniffled, your mouth pulled wide in a grin as the first tear ran down your cheek. “I’m going to find some water for these,” you held up the flowers, “You want to come inside? I’ve got a few minutes to spare.”

The dark haired man nodded, following you and you could not hide the emotion on your face. Paz wanted this. He wanted this with you.

As soon as the door closed behind him and you were both shielded from the curious eyes of your neighbours, Paz was in front of you, his heavy hands on your shoulders.

“I am sorry that I wasn’t better at taking in the information,” he apologized, eyes searching yours, a furrow between his brows when he spotted the tears, “You’re, stars, you’re pregnant, sweetheart, and I should’ve been happy and not disappeared on you and I promise –“

“Paz, hey,” you interrupted him gently, your hand coming up to his chest, “You are allowed to panic. Stars know I panicked, too. But I’m,” you lowered your eyes, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, “I’m really happy that you’re here.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice soft. His hands came up to frame your face, making you look at him and he was so … he looked so happy, it made your heart clench.

“Yeah,” you grinned, breathing out a laugh and he did too.

“Can I kiss you, love?” he asked quietly, his nose brushing against yours and even with the softness of the teddy bear against your back and the flowers in your hand, you did not even hesitate a second.

“Yes please,”

And he did.

It was soft and slow and absolutely perfect. His hands were pulling you closer, the stubble on his chin slightly scratching the sensitive skin of your jaw as his lips moved against yours, coaxing your mouth open so he could slide his tongue over yours.

Your breath hitched, whining when he pulled away from you.

“Can I drive you to work?” he asked, breathless, “I – I could pick you up and we could eat dinner or something.”

You nodded, biting your lips and you were so close he could feel your body heat through your cardigan and he wanted to raise your baby together. He wanted you. He wanted all of this. This was the best Monday ever.

“I’d like that,” you nodded quickly, “We – we could talk some more about all of this?”

“That sounds wonderful,” he kissed your neck, “We could order in from the diner?”

You groaned, “Paz Vizsla, you are the best man on earth.”

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In Your Arms - Part 1

Summary: Paz has a crush on you, the local kindergarten teacher, and vice versa. When you are one day surprised by your heat, you ask him to stay with you.

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

Wordcount: 7.3k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, yearning, fluff, explicit sexual content, knotting, creampie, cockwarming, consensual somnophilia (kind of??), soft!Paz, slight dom/sub vibes, dirty talk, size kink

This is one of my favourite A/B/O pieces so I am super excited to share it with you again ❤ I just live for Big Man Who Has A Soft Spot For Tiny Children 🥺 As always, please let me know what you think in a comment or reblog!

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

When, after the fight on Nevarro, the covert moved to merge with another tribe, Paz Vizsla was a busy man.

He had always been a busy man but a merge brought a lot of tasks with it and as the Armourer trusted him with most of them, he was not able to say no. For weeks upon weeks upon weeks, he split his time between recon missions, supply runs and helping in a smooth transition into the new living situations.

And once those external missions had been accomplished, it had become his job to take care of any supply runs and to keep the covert hidden. The previous tribe had made a good job so far. The location for the covert had been well chosen – a narrow canyon that enabled underground tunnels to fill with fresh air and sunlight for the foundlings – and he enjoyed walking the lengths of the hallways during his free moments. But more often than not he was stuck in meetings with the Armourer and other elders, planning the resources for the next few months.

Which meant that only months after the merge, Paz Vizsla had his first break.

And he spent it picking up Din’s foundling from the kindergarten.

One good thing that always came of the merging of tribes was that the foundlings found new friends. While their covert before had not had enough foundlings for their own daycare, this one already had one before they had even merged. And Din took full advantage of it.

The Child enjoyed spending time with other children and Paz had to admit that it was an adorable sight.

As he got closer to the patch of grass the foundlings always splayed on, some that knew him came running towards him, calling for their ‘Uncle Paz’ to join them. Those that did not know him yet retreated, intimated by the big scary alpha that was making his way towards them. But he did not care about that like he normally would.

What he cared about was the kindergarten teacher they ran to – you.

The first thing he thought as he saw you was beautifulclosely followed by a possessive omega. It was like his alpha sense had alarmed him before he was even close enough to smell you. But it was true. The close he got, the stronger your scent in his nose got and he suppressed a growl.

You were too busy trying to soothe the foundlings hiding behind your skirts to really greet him but he did not mind. Instead, he stood there like a lost loth kitten watching as you tried to coax the little ones out. You kneeled on the ground now, one toddler in your lap while the others huddle towards you.

“It is Paz Vizsla,” you explained to them gently, “He is one of the hunters for our tribe. He is new and I am sure just as nervous to meet you as you are to meet him.”

Paz smiled beneath his helmet.

“He doesn’t look nervous, though,” a small girl protested as clung to your hand and threw him a suspicious look, “What if – what if he is one of the bad alphas?”

The fear in her little voice made his heart clench and Paz cleared his throat. “I promise I am not one of the bad ones, ad’ika,” he murmured, kneeling down to make himself less threatening, “my friend here can vouch for me.”

As if knowing that his opinion was needed, The Child waddle over to him, babbling happily as he smiled as his honorary uncle. Paz chuckled and picked him up. The sight seemed to calm the children down and soon they had all scattered across the play area again – the big alpha now as interesting as the pile of rocks in the corner.

With a sunshine smile and a toddler on your hip, you stood up. Paz forced his hand to remain by his side. You did not even know him, why should you want his help? Why should you want him touching you?

“I have heard a lot about you, Paz Vizsla,” you greeted him, “Your protegees have told me many stories of your bravery.”

He laughed. “Do I really know what they said about me?”

Questioningly, you tilted your head, your voice soft as you spoke, “They told me you are their favourite warrior to play with, that you protected them from the troopers when they stormed Nevarro, that you have the best good night stories.”

His cheeks got so warm, he did not know what to say.

And so, he fled.

That night, at dinner, he asked if you had a mate.

Din’s laughter could be heard all the way to the outside.

As the weeks passed, he saw you more and more.

Especially around the foundlings.

Which did not help in the least with his fantasies of you round with his child or carrying his kid on your hip.

Din teased him endlessly about it but Paz had just given up. His feelings for you were there to stay and to torment him until he would find the courage to ask you out.

He had come close a few times but despite his fearlessness on the battlefield, the thought of you rejecting him proved to be too much even for the brave warrior. And so, he had resigned himself to just admire you from afar.

It had become his habit to spend his lunch hours at the kindergarten. It was known in the tribe by now that if anyone wanted anything from him during those times, they would most likely find him wherever a certain kindergarten teacher was. And they were not wrong.

Sometimes he only saw you from afar, the foundlings running around you, playing warriors or animals. Other times, they ran to him, playing with him and you stood by, cradling one of the younger ones to your chest while he let them chase him as the big bad monster. Either way, it always ended with you talking to him while the children got ready for their afternoon nap.

It was exciting, getting to know you more and more, and the more he knew of you, the surer he was that you were it. If there ever was an omega meant for him, it was you. And hopefully, he was the alpha meant for you.

Today was not much different.

This time, the little ones begged him to show his knuckle tattoos and to explain what they meant. To tell the stories of his hunts. Beneath his helmet, Paz smiled, his fingers flexing. It was an honour to have tattooed knuckles and he also hoped that maybe – maybe you would like to see them too?

And when he saw how your eyes lingered on his gloves, your tongue darting out to wet your lips, he knew that he was right.

“I am sure he has more important matters to attend to,” you tried to calm the excited children but he only shook his head.

“It is alright, mesh’la,” you ducked your head at the pet name, “I have plenty of time to tell the stories, why don’t you all sit down, hm?”

A few moments later, everyone was sitting in one big circle, the children’s eyes glued to his lips. He waited until you had managed to sit down as well, right next to him. There was a sleeping baby in your arms and as your skirt settled around your form, he saw another foundling crawl onto the fabric, smoothing their cheek against the softness on it on your thigh.

He smiled and started to tell the stories of his hunts. Of his first hunt to prove himself to his tribe, how his father and mother had taught him, how proud he was when he came back with his first offering for the tribe. Of his first hunt alone, how nervous and scared he was to fail, how proud he was to present his father with a fur from the animal he had slain. Of the hunts that followed, all documented on the scriptures on his fingertips.

The children oh’d and ah’d at his stories, grasping his big fingers in their tiny hands to get a closer look at the designs inked on them.

“Why don’t you have any tattoos on your knuckles?” a boy asked you, head tilted questioningly, “Is it because you’re an omega?”

“No, it’s not, I’m just not a hunter like Paz here,” you explained patiently, your hand smoothing over the baby’s hair, “Omegas can be hunters too if they want, I just never wanted to.“

The boy nodded, a bit wiser than he was before. One after the other, the children got up to run around and play, having lost their interest in his stories. Paz remained sitting next to you, watching them with a soft heart. He wished he could spend all his days like this. Sitting next to you, taking care of the foundlings, maybe even wrapping you in his arms and listening to the stories you had to tell.

“Thank you for taking the time to answer their questions,” you turned to him with a smile, “They really love it when you come over.”

“I like spending time here,” he answered truthfully, standing up and holding out a hand to you, “I – I like spending time with you.”

When your bare skin touched his, he was a goner. It was as if lightning struck him and he saw your eyes widen at the same time. You had felt it too.

“Really?” you asked, avoiding his gaze, “Because I – I like it too.”

This was it. This was his chance.

He noticed that he was still holding your hand, his thumb slowly rubbing across your wrist, subtly scenting you. And you let it happen. He stood so close to you he could smell you. Stars, your smell was overwhelming. How did other alphas not notice that?

He took a deep breath, straightening his posture, “Look, I was wondering if maybe you would like to – with me, I mean – if you would like to –“

“Vizsla, for star’s sake, where have you been?” his brother in arms entered the room, “The Alor has been waiting for you for an hour already, let’s get going before you make us wait any longer.”

He had never wanted to hurt Din this badly.

You felt terrible.

Not only mentally but also physically.

Everything hurt and you swore not even your favourite food in the galaxy would stay in your stomach.

That, by itself, was horrible enough. But add an absolutely ridiculous and unrequited crush on Paz Vizsla on top of that and your day really could not get any worse.

You were convinced that your behaviour towards him was the material for many jokes around the tribe. And, to be honest, you could not really blame anyone for it. It was your own fault. Whenever you were faced with the big warrior, your brain just … switched off. It was like you could not control your tongue, nor your heart, around him and more often than not you had caught yourself wanting to curl up into him and his scent.

You had tried to get him out of your head but it just did not work – at all.

No matter where you went it was like you could smell him on you and the worst thing was that you did not even want to change that. You wanted to smell like him. To be able to pretend that he was yours like you were his. But you knew that it was probably only a fever dream. Paz Vizsla had never scented anybody for all you knew. He had never shown interest in anybody and you knew that his friends were mostly hunters and warriors as well or even advisors to the Armourer.

You were only a meek kindergarten teacher.

You sighed, the thumping in the back of your head getting worse. You really must be getting down with something. Maybe one of the foundlings had brought in the flu or something?

With a full basket in your hand, you continued walking through the hallways. You had bought some scrap fabric off the seamstress and planned on sewing some plushies for the new foundlings. It was some volunteer work you did on the side and a nice hobby to keep your hands busy.

It was a nice day out, the sunshine filtering through the high windows, making everything seem bright and golden. Maybe you would sit down outside and work on your project there? Some fresh air would surely help with the oncoming sickness.

As you turned a corner, you bumped into what felt like a wall made of beskar. But it wasn’t, of course. It was Paz.

He looked big and strong and his gloved hands shot out to grab you by the wrist, preventing you from tumbling to the floor. The first thing you noticed was that he still smelled delicious. He smelled like your –

“Alpha.”

It took a moment before your own voice reached your ears but then you immediately felt like melting into the floor. You had called him alpha. You had called him something that was usually only reserved for couples, for mates. He was not youralpha. He would probably never be.

Large hands flexed on your middle, pulling you closer to him and you tilted your head to the side, unconsciously baring your throat. What the hell was going on with you?

“I am so sorry,” you whispered, skin heating up, “That – that was very inappropriate of me.”

Paz only hummed, pulling your closer still as if he could not help himself either. Your free hand reached out to wrap around his bicep to steady yourself. Your eyes fluttered closed and you felt his thumbs rubbing your waist.

“Are you alright?” he asked quietly, his face so close his forehead was almost resting against yours, “You look … you look tired. Have been, for the past few days.”

“It’s alright,” you sighed, “I just – I think I might be coming down with something. I haven’t been feeling too great lately.”

A sound came from him which you could only call a growl. He was growling. Your thighs clenched and you leaned closer into him, wanting to hear more of that.

“Promise me, you’ll take care of yourself, omega,” he rumbled, “Can’t – can’t focus when I know you’re not well.”

You smiled, feeling the beskar of his helmet touching the crown of your head, “I promise, Paz, I’ll take care.”

Walking his daily route from the armoury to the council room, Paz was excited to make his usual detour to the kindergarten. It had been a day since his encounter with you in the hallways and he could not forget the image of you in his arms. Which was why he had decided to start another attempt at courting you.

“It’s not that difficult,” he breathed to himself, “Would you like to have dinner with me? Would you like to have dinner with me? Would you like to –“

“Paz! Paz!” a smile formed on his face as he saw the group of foundlings running towards him. But the closer they got, the more his nose scrunched up. Fear, they smelled afraid.

“Where is she?” he asked, as he noticed a very important person missing. Gone was any excitement, any nervousness. A full-on panic had gripped his heart in ice-cold hands and he felt like he would faint at any moment.

“We all did our nap but she didn’t wake up.”

His whole body tensed at the words. You did not wake up. You had not woken up. Stars, what if something had happened to you? Careful not to scare them, he crouched down and grasped the small girl by her shoulders.

“You need to tell me right now what exactly happened, alright?” he asked gently, “Is – Is she still there?”

The girl nodded with big eyes, clutching her plushie to her chest, “We did our nap and Miss did one too, but when we were all awake she was still asleep, I think she is having a nightmare.”

He nodded, swallowing harshly. “Alright, how – how about you go over there and I will call Din and Doctor Kaida, yes? Just – just wait here, I will make sure she is okay.”

The children nodded and he almost stumbled over his own feet as he rushed into the dark rooms of the daycare. As soon as he had crossed the threshold he was hit by your smell like a wall. This time, he did stumble back a few paces, overcome by the enormous desire to claim you.

You were in your heat.

Kriff, you were in your heat.

He could smell your panic, more than anything else. Your panic, your pain, your arousal and your absolute confusion. He saw you lying in a heap in the middle of the room.

“P-Paz?”

He was not sure if he had ever moved this quickly but as he crouched down next to you, he did not care. All that mattered was you.

“I’m here,” he responded gently, lifting you into his lap. His whole body was in a panic. An omega – his omega – was in pain, was in their heat.

Kriffing shit, what had happened?

“It hurts,” you mumbled, your face immediately rubbing into the crook of his neck, taking a deep breath as if you were drowning, “I – I shouldn’t – on suppressants, I can’t –“

“It’s alright, I already called Doctor Kaida,” he whispered into your ear, gently rocking you back and forth, craning his neck so you had better access to his skin. Shivers ran down his spine as he felt your nose brush along his neck up to his scent gland.

Careful not to jostle you too much, he ripped off his gloves to be able to touch your neck freely. It did not matter that he had not claimed you yet, you were his. You were his omega and you were in pain and he would never be able to let that stand.

His fingertips were rough on your soft skin as he began to carefully scent you and you whined high in the back of your throat. He could feel your skin heating up beneath his fingers concerningly quickly.

“Tell me what helps,” he asked desperately, “Omega, please, I want to help …”

“Scent me,” you breathed out, “I promise I’ll close my eyes, just –“

Before you could even finish your sentence, Paz had ripped his helmet off. He did not care if you saw him or not. He would live the rest of his life in disgrace if it meant easing your pain. With you cradled in his lap, his lips had easy access to your neck. Immediately, he found that sensitive spot on your throat, gently pressing kisses there as his nose rubbed along your jaw soothingly. He had never scented anyone more thoroughly than you at that moment.

As the urgency in his movements faded, he grew calmer and started to just breathe you in.

“I can feel your heartbeat calming down,” he whispered against your skin and you hummed, no longer trembling, “Tell me when it is too much, yes, omega?”

“Never too much,” you whispered, tilting your head to the side so he would have more access to your throat, “Please, alpha, please just keep going.”

Whatever you wish, he wanted to reply, pressing another soft kiss to your scent gland as the door to the dark daycare room was opened.

He immediately recognized Kaida’s form in the doorframe. “Din is with the children,” she informed him before kneeling down next to you, getting out a scanner which she immediately pressed to your forehead. Her hand came to rest on your cheek, feeling your temperature.

Ice gripped his heart as he saw the frown on her face. “Is – Is she going to be alright?”

Gently she called your name and you hummed, clearly delirious.

“Child, can you hear me?” Kaida repeated, feeling your pulse, “I need you to tell me which suppressant you are currently taking, can you do that?”

Paz remained silent as you named your medication, only holding your hand, rubbing his fingers over your scent gland. Your body shifted right back into him and he smiled against your temple, unable to resist kissing the skin there.

Kaida nodded knowingly, “It is a common combination of contraception and suppressant. This heat is strong enough to work through both of them, that has to say something,” Kaida explained, glancing up at Paz, “if you keep taking them we run the risk of your body starting to fight itself and not knowing when to stop. The safest option would be to run your heat out. Do you have somewhere safe to stay?”

“I – I live with another alpha,” you answered and Paz’ body tensed, “He was part of the new tribe and there was no space – I cannot go back, not like this – please …”

“You could stay with me,” he suggested before thinking about it, “I – I have a guestroom you could use, I will stay with Din for as long as necessary.”

Kaida threw him a look as she positioned something on your neck.

“This is a birth control shot, just to be on the safe side,” she explained, pressing the liquid into your neck.

You winced at the stinging and Paz’ fingers came up to soothe the spot gently, massaging the liquid into spreading into your skin.

“It will last for 3 days, then I will come and check up on you again, alright?” Kaida continued, “We need to make sure that whatever this is, it will not damage you permanently.”

You nodded, your head somewhat clear but your hands still grasping Paz’ in your lap. “Thank you, doctor,” then you turned to him, “Can – Can I really stay with you?”

“Of course,” he replied quickly, “I – whatever you need, cyare, okay? Whatever you need.”

The relieved smile on your lips lifted tons of weight off his heart.

Kaida sighed as she packed her bag. “May I have a word with you, Vizsla?”

He nodded with a frown. He did not like leaving you to sit by yourself but the way Kaida strutted over to an entirely separate part of the room let him know that this was a conversation best had in private.

And he was right.

“Do you intend to mate her?”

“What?”

“She smells like she’s yours, she smells mated.”

He did not say anything, could not say anything. Because he wanted it to be true. He wanted you to be his. Kaida sighed and handed him a piece of paper.

“What is that?”

“Medical exemption.”

“I don’t –“

“I know you, Vizsla,” she interrupted him, “I’ve known you since you were a tiny foundling chasing after your father. The creed means everything to you and you will want to wait until she is out of her heat to risk showing your face in courtship.”

“Then why –“

“Because she will need it,” Kaida explained, “She is scared beyond anything that you can imagine –“ his heart clenched at her words – “And I don’t want you to cling to some old rules because you are scared she will reject you.”

“But what if –“

“She won’t,” Kaida said decidedly, before adding more soothingly, “I know you won’t believe me right now but she smells like you, Vizsla. She is your omega, I can see it in the way you hold her. Please just … just let it happen. For once in your life, do not think too much.”

He did not know what to say to that so he just nodded curtly.

Kaida’s words had not even fully sunk in yet before he heard a pitiful whimper coming from your direction and he immediately rushed back. You were still sitting on the floor, clutching your stomach as you looked up at him with a painful grimace.

“It hurts, alpha.”

The paper disappeared into his pocket as he put on his helmet again.

“Can you walk, mesh’la?” he asked as he steadied you into a standing position, “We will need to get to my rooms as quickly as possible.”

“I can’t walk like this through the covert,” you whispered, tears collecting in your eyes, “They – they will all know, all the alphas, I – I can’t.”

He stepped closer to you, wrapping his cape around you. He did not want to – could not – think about other alphas smelling you. He knew what you meant. An omega in heat was not a typical occurrence in a Mandalorian covert. You would attract a lot of unwanted attention.

With a rumble in his chest, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, holding you to him, covering you in his scent.

He did not remember how he had gotten you safely into his rooms and if you had even met other people or not. All he remembered was your trembling body against his as you fought to take every step, how you had whined and sometimes stopped to just bury your nose in his neck, scenting him.

The relief he felt when he was able to unlock the doors to his rooms was unlike anything else. With the medical exemption in the back of his mind, he had immediately taken off his helmet, rubbing his nose against your scent gland to make sure his scent was still there.

Now, he watched as you build a nest on the floor of his guest room. He had helped you get the mattress off the bed and onto the floor, giving you as many blankets and pillows as there were available. He tried to hold his curiosity at bay. He had never seen an omega build a nest and knowing that you – you – were building one in his home made his heart skip a beat.

“Um, Paz?” you asked tentatively and he rushed to the doorframe, “Is there – Could I get some clothes to sleep in, please? I haven’t brought anything.”

“Of course,” he nodded.

He came back with a set of hid old sleep clothes. “I hope these will fit you, let me know if you need anything else, okay?”

You nodded, too busy rearranging a particularly soft blanket around the edge of your nest.

A few minutes later, he came back to check on you again. With the door still open, he saw you kneeling in front of your nest, holding his old sleep shirt to your nose as your body relaxed. His heart swelled with love and he got an idea.

Back in his bedroom, he rummaged through his closet and his bed, filling his arms with his clothes and blankets.

“I – I have a bit more for you here, if you want,” he said, carefully setting the pile down next to the others right in front of the door, “You – you don’t have to use them if you don’t want to.”

“Uh-huh,” you replied, your attention still on the nest, manipulating pillows and blankets as needed. You looked adorable, he found, the way your lips pouted in concentration as you created the softest and most comfortable space to spend your heat. He wanted nothing more than to curl up around you, pressing your back to his chest and scenting you through the night so that you would never doubt again if you were his or not.

Only that you weren’t.

Not yet, anyway.

When he came back a third time – to check on you, he told himself, ignoring the pain in his chest whenever he had to leave you – he saw that your nest was finished.

The innermost portion seemed to consist only of hisclothes, his smell. And wearing his old clothes with one of his shirts pressed to your nose, you were laying right in the middle of it. His heart clenched so full of love he felt like screaming and crying all at once. You were seeking comfort in his smell. His omega.

“Got you another blanket, mesh’la,” he greeted softly. Knowing that omegas could be very protective of their nests, he remained standing a good distance away although he wanted nothing more than have you in his arms. He wanted to soothe your pain away. Wanted to run his hands along your body, whispering about how in love he was with you, how he would take care of you and all your future children. How his life would never be the same now that he knew he was yours, whether he would claim you or not.

At hearing his voice, you perked up, stretching out your arms out to him, “Will – would you join me?”

His voice seemed dry all of a sudden as his heart decided to race like a mudhorn, “Do you want me to?”

You nodded shyly, biting your lip. He took his time undressing, wanting to give the option to refuse if you felt like it was too much. But as his shoes and his socks landed on the floor, he climbed into your nest, carefully wrapping his arms around you.

You grumbled, tugging on his shirt, “Off.”

Paz chuckled but complied. Lying shirtless in your nest with you cuddled up to him, he knew that there would be very, very few things that would ever be able to rival this feeling of happiness that he felt right now.

It was soft and although it smelled of him, all he could smell was you. At that moment, he knew Kaida had been right. He had not claimed you yet but you were his, as much as he was yours.

You hummed, shifting so that you could bury your face in the crook of his neck again with your arms wrapped around his middle.

“Never been in an omega’s nest before,” he admitted quietly, hands splaying around your back, “Only my mother’s when I was young.”

“Never had an alpha in my nest,” you whispered against his skin, pulling yourself closer to him. He could feel the heat of your skin even through the fabric of your (his?) clothes. “This is the first time I don’t take suppressants since my first heat,” you whispered, “I – I’m afraid, alpha.”

“I’ll be here,” he promised, “I’ll be here every step of the way, I promise.”

“Will – Will you be here after my heat too?”

“If you want me to.”

Slowly you nodded against him, blinking up at him with wide eyes, “I do, Paz, I do want you there, always.”

Your words made him smile as he gazed down at you. “Then I will be there for as long as you will let me.”

“Does forever sound good?” you asked in a mumble, your eyes drooping closed.

“Forever sounds perfect, love,” he replied with a racing heart, “Forever sound kriffing perfect.”

When you woke up, everything was hot and fuzzy and so wet.

The harsh cramps in your belly made you whimper and you could feel your skin slick with sweat. Breathing became too difficult and with how hot your body felt there was nothing you wanted more than to get rid of your clothing.

But you also did not want to lose his scent.

Paz behind you stirred in his sleep, “You awake, ‘mega?” his hand wrapped around your throat lightly squeezing and you hummed, “Need you to tell me you want this. Really want this, omega.”

“So hot,” you gasped out, moving to push your back against him, moaning as you felt the hard outline of his cock, “Please, I need – need you … Want to – want you to fuck me, please …”

His hand around your throat squeezed ever so slightly and you felt your body go plaint against him.

“Let me take care of you, let me love you,” he murmured in your ear, “Please just, let me show you, yes?”

You nodded, not really moving and still only half awake but so full of need you felt like you might explode just right there. Still, you did not move, letting him take the lead. He rewarded you with a grind against your ass and you keened.

“Good ‘mega,” he whispered, mouthing at your neck, “pretty ‘mega.”

The hand that was not around your throat moved to your abdomen, dragging your shirt up enough to expose your chest. “Look at these pretty tits,” he murmured, “Gonna spend my time on them later, promise.”

You really could not care less at that moment. You only needed him. Needed his cock. You wanted to feel so full you would be unable to think about anything other than him. Wanted to feel him come inside you and fill you up and never –

Another cramp hit you and you hissed.

“Alpha, please,” you whined, “It – it hurts.”

Quicker than you could blink, he had helped you out of your shorts, his hand wrapping around your thigh to drag your leg over his hips, opening you up. You felt his blunt head nudging against your pussy, all hot and hard and big.

“I had no time prep you, cyare, are you sure?”

Your thighs were already slick with your wet and you wanted to joke about always being ready for him but instead, you could only whimper. “Please, alpha,” you begged, trying to push back against him, “please just – just knot me, need your cock, right now, I – I wanna feel full.”

He shushed your whining, his nose dragging along your throat, your jaw, behind your ears. He was scenting you again and it almost felt better than when he started to push inside you. Even with how wet and needy you were you could not help the wince that escaped you at how thick he was.

With only his tip inside of you, he stopped, letting you adjust to his size.

“Kriff, you are tight, love,” he hissed, “tight and wet and I can feel you squeezing –“

“Feels so good,” you whimpered, your walls fluttering around him as you had adjusted to him. You felt him experimentally start to move, lazy thrusts that were shallow and short but grew deeper the more you moaned for him.

“So big,” you sighed dreamily, being filled to the very end, “Please never stop, alpha, want to stay like this forever.”

“Yeah?” he gasped, “Want to be on my cock all the time now, omega? I could arrange that, could have sitting on my cock while I work, have your skirt covering you while people come to me for advice, not knowing how tightly you clench around me, how you are dripping down my balls.”

The images he conjured up in your head made you gasp, made you squeeze around him in agreement and he chuckled, “No worries, mesh’la, I’ll make sure you’ll be fucked right.”

When he was sure your leg would stay up on his hip, his hands wandered to your chest. Your already pebbled nipples hardened even more as he rubbed over them, flicking them with his fingernails.

“Just needed to be filled, hm?” he lilted teasingly, grinding into you even deeper, “Just needed my cock to feel better, huh?”

You gasped and put your hand on your abdomen, almost crying in relief when the cramps were almost completely gone.

“’m so tired,” you whimpered, turning your head to blink at him, “Can – can we stay like this, while I sleep, alpha, please?”

He looked at you in surprise, “You – you wanna stay on my cock all night, omega? Can – kriff, can I make you come first?”

You nodded with a hum your eyes almost drooping closed. Only now, you noticed how badly you had slept through your heat. How, with him inside you and the pain almost gone, your body fought to have you regain the energy you had lost.

Then again, nothing sounded better than having his come inside you.

You were almost impressed by how smoothly he moved. Even with his neediness, his thrusts were fluid, deep and precise. So precise that pretty quickly you were on the edge too.

Your lips were formed in an O, your whole body felt hot. But a different kind of hot. It felt like your core consisted of molten heat and while your body was fighting sleep it was also climbing towards release and you felt like you were floating.

“So hot, so wet around me,” Paz murmured, his thrusts starting to grow harder. Your body started moving with him, slightly rocking into his thrusts, gasped when he hit your cervix.

“Alpha, I – please come inside me,” you whispered, your hand wrapping around his, needing something to just balance out the helplessness you felt as you saw the metaphorical wave approaching, “I – please, please, please …”

“’m coming,” he warned you in a breath, “Gonna fill you to the brim, omega.”

“Uh-huh,” you nodded desperately, pushing your ass against him, “Please just, just more, so close …”

His fingers pinched your nipples, hard, as his teeth grazed your scent gland and his knot swelled in you. You could feel his come shooting into you and you came.

Your whole body tensed, small noises escaping you as your head was absolutely overwhelmed with the different stimulations on your body. For a moment it felt like you had left your body, like you were floating somewhere way above the covert, free from pain and pleasure and everything worldly.

“There we go,” Paz praised you, his thumb smoothing over your nipple, “feel better?”

“Hm,” you nodded, enjoying the way his knot still stretched you and plugged you up at the same time, “Fell so full …”

“Is this comfortable for you?” he asked, carefully shifting, wrapping his arms around your waist, “Don’t want to hurt you.”

“No, ‘s perfect,” you mumbled, raising his hand to your lips, kissing the tattoos on his knuckles, “Thank you, alpha.”

“No need to thank me,” he whispered, kissing the shell of your ear as he covered both of you in a blanket, “I – I wanted this for a long time, maybe – maybe we could talk about it when you’re awake?”

You hummed in approval, your eyes closing as his arm found its way around your middle, “Wanted – wanted it for a long time too, Paz.”

When you woke up, you felt deliciously full.

Your walls were already clenching around him before you were even truly awake. His fingers were on your clit, drawing gently circles through your wetness that made you gush. And as if that was not enough, he kept pressing soft kisses on your shoulder, up your neck and right onto your scent gland, pleasuring every part of your body.

You smiled.

“Good morning, love,” he whispered in your ear, “Up for another round?”

You nodded with a smile, which soon disappeared as you felt him slip out of you. You whined, pushing your ass back to find him again. But Paz only chuckled, lifting you above him and you squealed in surprise. He turned so he was laying on his back, and you straddling him.

As you looked down, you got the first good look at him and felt your eyes widen. He was big. He was long and thick and – and how had that fit inside you last night?

Your hands came to rest on his chest as your mouth opened in a gasp, his tip catching on your entrance.

“Want you on top this time, little one,” he told you with a smile, grasping your hips and lowering you onto his cock, “Want to see you fuck yourself on my cock, can you do that for me?”

You nodded breathlessly as you slowly worked yourself down on him, “You – stars, alpha, you are so big.”

“And I know you can be a good omega and take it for me, can’t you?” he murmured, slowly guiding you up and down. You felt his knees coming up behind you, enabling you to rest your back against his thighs as he kept moving your hips. Moving like this, you felt the toll the heat had taken on you but the need to have him inside you, to please your alpha, was even stronger.

With his thumbs rubbing your hips, his cock rubbing along your walls, he gazed up at you like you hung the stars in the sky and you were sure you were looking at him the same way. A smile wandered on your lips. You were absolutely done for. This was your alpha. Your Paz.

You leaned down until you were completely laying on his chest, your face only mere inches above his, smiling stupidly at him.

“Paz,” you murmured, your fingertips coming up to trace the bridge of his nose, the lines next to his eyes, “Paz …”

“Mesh’la,” he replied just as softly, starting to thrust up into you. Your body bounced on him, the heat in your belly curling into a burning ball. You could feel how your face lost all tension as your eyes rolled back in your head, your brain once again overloaded from the sheer pleasure that he gave you.

“Paz –“ you choked out, your walls clamping around him. His arms around your back pressed you close to him, your chest pressing against his. While his thrusts grew harsher and deeper, his nose was gentle as it rubbed against your throat, colouring you in his scent.

“You going to come for me?” he grunted, “Going to come for you alpha? C’mon, little one, want to feel you drench my cock.”

You nodded, unable to form any coherent sentences. His knot started to grow, catching on your entrance and you gasped, loving the way he just kept on fucking into you as much as possible. The stretch grew wider, your walls grew tighter and as he pushed the widest part of his knot inside you, effectively knotting you, you came.

Whimpering you buried your face in the crook of his neck, your whole body trembling from the pleasure, unable to move from him. His warm hands rubbed up and down your back, settling on your hips rubbing the thin skin there.

“There we go,” he whispered as his come filled you, “Taking my load so well, omega, you did so good.”

You hummed, your head finally clearing a little from the haze.

“How are you feeling?” Paz asked gently, kissing your temple, your cheek, the tip of your nose as you managed to lift your head.

“G-good,” you answered, blinking in confusion as you looked at him, “Wait, you – you took your helmet off,” you marvelled, fingertips tracing over his face. He had the most beautiful face you had ever seen. A strong nose, a strong jaw, stubble on his cheek that would surely tickle if you were to kiss him again, gentle eyes that watched you like a hawk.

How had you not noticed it before? Had your heat clouded you so much you had not taken notice of how he had kissed you? How he had scented you?

You watched as the large man underneath you averted your eyes, his hands on your body fidgeting. “I have – Do, do you like it? My face, I mean …”

Your heart warmed at the insecurity in his voice and you stretched up until your nose could brush against his. “I think you are beautiful,” you confessed quietly, “And – And I would very much like to kiss you but your, um, your knot only lets me move so much, so …”

A grin spread on his lips as he sighed. His hand came up to cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone, “I will kiss you as much as you want, cyare, you need only ask.”

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