He won't hold your hand, won't caress that pesky strand of hair behind your ear, won't swipe his thumb at your cheek at the crumb left from breakfast. He won't tug in the label of your shirt that has been sticking out against your neck for hours.
It's only ever gruff little murmurs, small gestures and pointing fingers saying "you got something there". Voice always quiet and low so only you can hear. Hands holding open the door before you can even turn around to leave the house, holding up your jacket for you to take before you realize you've gotten a little chilly.
People are always surprised to find out you're together. Hell, maybe even exchanged Riduurok already.
But Manda help him once the lights are out and his helmet sat on the bedside table. His fingers finding your hair on autopilot, thumb brushing your cheek, nose pressed to your scalp.
His voice is the same, gently rumbling into your skin. it's only ever for you. Only now, in the dark of your room, he doesn't have to worry about others hearing, about others seeing his weakness for you.
"only you" he will rumble into the skin behind your ear, kissing with chapped lips.
He's weak in the dark, enveloped by nothing but you as far as his senses reach.
He is a man of restraint, and oh how he needs that to be around you every day. Your scent in his helmet, the top of your head in his vision, and the memory of your soft skin on his.
It's not that he isn't sweet, but he only indulges with darkness as the only witness.
Summary: As a Private Detective, you get all sorts of clients. However, you never thought that a Mandalorian would hire you. And you never thought that his simple case would turn into something so important.
A/N: So this was going to be straight up romance, but I got bit by a wild plot bunny and this was made instead.
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Nearly a year ago, Paz Vizsla stepped into your office intent to hire you.
You wish you had told him to take a hike. You wish you hadn’t been so desperate for credits.
But, well, if wishes were fishes you’d never go hungry, right?
The case had been simple, at first.
His foundling, Ragnar, had been kidnapped from right in front of the house. There had been no witnesses and no ransom demand, and while his people were still doing their own search, Paz reached out to you.
A missing kid is a big deal, and you always assume malice when a kid goes missing, so you accepted the case without thinking it through all the way.
At the time, your immediate instinct was that a rival clan was trying to use Ragnar to get revenge against Paz. After all, there are only Mandalorians on Mandalore, so it’s a logical conclusion to reach.
Paz swore, up and down, that no Mandalorian would harm a child to get to their parent. And while you wanted to take him at his word, you’ve seen enough evil in the galaxy to know that it’s not always the case.
Luckily, finding Ragnar was simple, once you dug up a lead.
He had been snatched by slavers connected to the Hutt Cartel. The slavers hadn’t made it off Mandalore yet, seeing as the search for Ragnar was going strong. So rescuing him had been a simple matter of coordinating with some of the warriors, and sneaking in to free him while the slavers were distracted by the, very angry, men and women.
Paz and Ragnar were reunited, and you got a very nice paycheck. Plus a bonus.
And it was a sweet reunion. You hadn’t known that a man as solid and dangerous as Paz Vizsla could be so soft with another person. It was, frankly, unfairly attractive. Which is a hilarious thing to think seeing as the only part of his body you’ve ever seen was a sliver of skin at his neck, when he moved his head.
Anyway, the case should have stopped there.
You should have stopped digging. You weren’t getting paid to keep digging, after all. And you had other cases that you needed to look into.
But this case was like an itch in your brain.
Something didn’t make sense.
And so, between cases, you kept digging. Subtly, at first. Looking into missing kids from isolated communities. Looking at the crime rates in refugee camps across the galaxy. Looking into the numbers of slaves available on the dark web.
You were following threads through a labyrinth of conflicting information and dangerous road blocks. And you were doing so without any support or back-up.
Eventually, the threads led to a dead end, and you realized you had to take a step back and reevaluate your case. At the time, you had a lot of information, but there was nothing connecting the information to each other.
So you thought and planned, and decided to go and kick some trees. Just to see what will shake loose. Asking the right people the right questions has always been a staple of your career, after all. And you’re good at what you do.
This time, however, you asked the wrong person the wrong question, and you ended up with a bullet in your shoulder—who even uses slug-throwers in this day and age—and locked in a tiny cell.
By virtue of your career being what it is, when people start shooting at you, or trying to torture you, you’re heading in the right direction. The only problem is, you aren’t really sure what rabbit hole you just fell down.
You’re not worried though.
You’ve always been a survivor. And this situation is no different than any other situation you’ve been in before.
You just need to bide your time until you can escape. After all, pain is a temporary sensation, and it’s a reminder that you’re still alive.
Still, you hope you get your chance soon.
Just because pain is temporary doesn’t mean you enjoy it.
“I appreciate you coming so promptly,”
Paz eyes the slimy looking man standing in front of him, grateful for the helmet that hides the contemptuous curl of his lip, “You said the matter was urgent.” He says instead.
“Yes, quite so.” The slimy man wrings his hands anxiously, “A woman was poking around, and we’re trying to determine how much she knows, but she’s very tight lipped. For a woman, at least.”
“Is that right?”
“We’ve tried everything. Burning, electricity, knives, guns—she still won’t talk.”
“Torture generally isn’t a good way to make people tell you things.”
“Which is why we called on a professional,” The man beams up at Paz, “Unfortunately, she might have something of a concussion at the moment—”
“How did that happen?”
“One of the boys got frustrated because she was being lippy and beat her with his blaster,” He shrugs, “It happened a few days ago, but she’s not quite back to herself yet.”
Any positive feelings Paz might have had to the people who work here, all of whom are slaves or former slaves, vanishes immediately. Anyone who would beat a woman just for being ‘lippy’ doesn’t deserve any mercy. “Show me.”
Paz follows his employer through the dimly lit halls and passed dozens of empty, but blood stained, cells. Until they stop in front of a solid metal door. The door slides open with a wave of a key card, and Paz has to physically stop himself from reacting.
Even badly beaten and covered in blood and dirt, she’s still recognizable as the detective who found Ragnar.
If he had known that the Detective was still looking into why Ragnar was kidnapped, he would have reached out and they could have investigated together.
He quickly shoves the thought to the side, and steps into the cell to crouch in front of her. She’s not conscious, and there’s fresh blood dripping from a cut on her temple. Suggesting to him that someone paid her a visit before he got here.
He exhales silently, and quickly starts coming up with a plan to get her out.
And, luckily, the half formed idea just might be enough.
“I’m taking her with me.” Paz says, as he shifts her so he’s able to sling her over his shoulders. It’s not the gentlest way to carry her, but he’s technically undercover, “I need someplace else to work, someplace where I can trick her into being comfortable.”
His employer blinks up at him, and then beams, “Oh! Of course! What a clever idea! You’ll keep me in the loop though, right?”
“That is what you’re paying me for.”
“Wonderful! Wonderful! I look forward to hearing from you.”
The next half an hour flies by, as Paz gets her back to his ship and gets the ship in the air, before he starts to tend to her injuries.
She’s hurt worse than she looks.
Cuts and lacerations, broken and dislocated bones. Not to mention the concussion he’s sure she has.
But he does his best to patch her up, cleaning and wrapping her injuries, before letting her sleep in his bed while he keeps watch.
She doesn’t wake for hours. For long enough that he started checking her breathing every fifteen minutes, just in case.
And when her eyes flutter open, he releases the breath he feels like he’s been holding since he saw her in that little cell all those hours ago.
Her unfocused eyes flicker over to him, and she stares at him for a moment, “...Paz Vizsla?”
“In the flesh,” He reaches out to gently push a bandage back into place, “How are you feeling, pretty girl?”
A, slightly loopy, smile crosses her face, “You think I’m pretty?”
He laughs softly, “You saved my son. I’d have married you on the spot.”
She hums, and Paz is pretty sure she has no idea what he’s talking about. But then she slowly nods, “Kay. But I want a necklace.”
“A necklace?”
“Yeah. Rings ruin my gloves.”
“Well,” Paz is trying, so hard, not to laugh at her, “We can’t have that.”
“So I want a necklace.” She finishes with a tiny nod.
“Noted.” Paz checks on another bandage that had slipped while she was sleeping, “Tell you what, when you no longer have a concussion we can talk about this more.”
“Yeah...my head hurts.”
“I don’t doubt it.” Carefully Paz slides his hand between her shoulder blade, “Let’s get you sitting up so you can take some pain medicine.” She doesn’t fight him as he pushes her into a seated position, though she does slump into him.
“...ow. My everything hurts.”
“I know. Here, two small pills, and then you can sleep some more.” Paz helps her with the pills and the water, before he carefully lowers her back down, “Then we can talk about the case, alright?”
“You’re good at this,” She mumbles as she pats his hand clumsily, “Even more attractive now.”
And Paz chuckles, “Thank you. Get some more sleep, pretty girl. We can talk more later.”
pairing: Paz Vizsla x gn!reader (where reader is called cute & pretty)
word count: 963
synopsis: meet-cute in a cafe with Paz
warnings: food & drink consumption
a/n: day one of AU-pril (hosted by @monthlywritingchallenges) is here! Step into my Coffee Shop AU with Paz Vizsla (whom I have fancasted as Wes Chatham for this oneshot). Title inspired by 'the olive theory' from HIMYM.
Paz steps out of the rain and shakes his umbrella in the doorway of the corner shop cafe. He scans for a place to sit, before joining the queue.
It takes him only a moment to notice the person standing in front of him.
You’re looking perfectly snug and warm in autumnally appropriate attire, but it isn’t until you turn to look out the windows at the rainy street that he sees your face, and, oh.
You’re cute. Pretty. He likes the way you’re watching the rain almost greedily, soaking it all in with the corner of your lip tilting upwards in a small smile.
The line moves up and suddenly it’s your turn to order.
Paz tries to hang back, not eavesdrop in on a stranger, but damn, he likes the sound of your voice.
When you finish and it’s suddenly his turn to order, he panics and orders the first thing that comes to mind.
He ends up perched on one of the barstools by the window, facing the street. By coincidence, this is also where you’ve chosen to sit. There’s a spare seat between you both, and for a moment, Paz allows his gaze to linger on it, imagining that if he was a little bit more confident, he would take that seat and introduce himself to you.
Instead, he takes the coward’s way out and pulls out his phone to scroll.
“Two shots of espresso?”
Paz clocks the barista approaching out of the corner of his eye, as you turn. “Yeah, that’s mine.”
The barista sets the coffee down in front of you.
You wrap your hands around the small cup and lean over the top, breathing in the coffee fumes with a satisfied smile.
“Busy day?”
The words come out before he has a chance to second guess himself.
You glance at him curiously, and he subtly straightens in his seat, trying to look normal, whatever that means.
“Slow day, actually,” you say finally, and look down at your cup. “Oh, right. This is normal for me.”
“Ah,” Paz nods, and flashes you what he hopes is a casual smile.
You stare at him for a second, and then a shy smile breaks out on your face and you look away, ducking your head.
It does something to his insides. He clears his throat and looks back down at his phone.
His food arrives a minute later - a muffin, a croissant, and a hot chocolate in a mug, topped with whipped cream and cinnamon.
He senses you staring at him again, and returns your questioning gaze. “What?”
Your eyes dart down to his food and back up again, questioning.
He shrugs. “I have a sweet tooth.”
Amusement colours your features. “Ah,” you say, bringing your cup to your lips and taking a sip.
He can’t think of anything else to say, so he turns back to his plate. “Hmm,” he says, and leans back, frowning down at his plate.
You tilt your head at him, now openly trying to catch his eye. “What?” you ask when he meets your stare.
He grimaces. “There are blueberries in my muffin.”
“You don’t like blueberries?”
He shakes his head, and pushes the little plate away. He was so distracted by you when he was placing his order that he didn’t even realise what flavour the muffins were today.
You eye his plate for a moment, and then look away, taking another sip of your coffee.
Oh. Paz feels his stomach do another flip. He pushes the plate across the table towards you. “Here, take it.”
“Oh, are you sure?” Your voice goes quiet, uncertain.
He nods.
You reach out and pull the plate in front of you. You give him another shy smile. “Thankyou,” you say quietly.
You both fall silent, sitting parallel with the empty seat between you.
Out of the corner of his eye, he watches you use your fingers to pull the muffin apart, slowly bring bite-sized pieces to your mouth.
You make a barely-audible sound of satisfaction on the first bite, and electricity runs down his body in response. The little caveman in his brain is getting satisfied by the simple act of providing you with food, and now, his face is flushing with warmth.
Paz quickly picks up his croissant and takes a bite. He looks out at the street, the raindrops distorting everything, and realises he can still see you in the reflection, eating his blueberry muffin.
As quickly as he can, he devours his food and drink, and then gets up from the table.
You move to leave at the same time.
Paz stops as you freeze, and look at each other at the same time.
“Thankyou for the muffin,” you say politely. Your eyes are wide as you stare at him, almost pleading.
His insides clench at the sight. “It was nothing,” he responds, his voice coming out huskier than he would like.
You blink, and then smile at him, lingering for another second before turning to leave.
Fuck it. “Can I… give you my number?”
You stare at him.
He resists the urge to backtrack entirely. “Or you could give me yours?” he offers.
A slow smile spreads across your face. You turn your body back to face him, drawing in closer as you pull out your phone. “Give me your number and maybe I’ll text you.”
As Paz leaves the coffee shop with an extra spring in his step, his phone buzzes.
He grins and glances back, to where you’re walking in the other direction.
You’re already looking at him, and when he sees you, you smile and wave your phone at him.
He waves back before reading the text:
Unknown contact: hi :) thankyou again for the blueberry muffin
Ahhh I’ve never done a Coffee Shop AU before I hope you liked 🙈 just a cute lil meet cute with our soft & cuddly Paz
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The blindfold obscured your vision, but did nothing to dampen the sounds of jeers from your fellow townspeople as they gleefully dragged you forward. You stumbled, tripping over your skirt as your bare feet ached from the cuts and bruises inflicted from your run through the forest and subsequent night in the town’s jail cell.
Your captors jerked to a halt, almost causing you to fall on your face. They weren’t gentle as they shoved you up onto a platform of some kind. Your back was pushed up roughly against what felt like a thick wooden pole. One of the men grabbed the tail of the rope that bound your wrists and yanked it up above your heat, tying it to something above your head, so you were restrained even further. Another wrapped what felt like dozens of cords of rope around your waist, anchoring you tightly to the pole behind you.
The rough, frayed rope rubbed your skin raw, though you tried to blink back the tears that threatened to fall. Once the men seemed certain you would not be able to escape, they stepped back, and loud thunks began to sound all around you, as though people were throwing something at your feet. Suddenly, there was a looming presence, and a dark, slimy voice at your ear sending shivers of terror down your spine.
“This all could’ve been avoided, witch. If you’d just done what I asked, it wouldn’t have come to this,” he sneered, and you tried to shy away, but your bonds wouldn’t let you. Nevertheless, you tried to keep up a brave facade.
“Never.”
You had no warning before his palm cracked loudly against your cheek, the sharp edges of his ring tearing a gash in your skin. You bit back a gasp, but traitorous tears began to dampen the blindfold. You’d recognized the voice as belonging to Captain Vikar Carid, the town’s sherrif.
His looming presence disappeared, and a new voice called loudly for more logs.
“PLEASE, NO!”
You flinched at the voice that rung out in the air, not at the volume, but at the sheer terror that colored that familiar tone.
“Missus Von Batton, it’s alright,” a sickly sweet voice tried to soothe, but she would not be calmed.
“SHE’S NO WITCH, YOU HERETICS!” the herbalist screamed, and the sound of your guardian’s voice so broken just shattered something inside you. “I RAISED THAT GIRL, IF SHE’S A WITCH, SO THEN AM I!”
The voices all grew quiet, and you felt something cold and terrible wrap its claws around your heart. As terrified as you were, you’d face your trial by fire with as much dignity as you could muster. But if they put Missus Hilde up here beside you…
“Missus Von Batton, do calm yourself, my dear.” A condescending voice rung out. “Once the witch is dead, the spell she’s cast over you will disappear, and you will be back to your old self. It’s really better for everyone.”
You recognized this speaker too. The “Honorable” Iviin Lok, the judge of your town’s court, and the one who had declared you guilty and sentenced your execution for dawn of the following day.
Missus Hilde screamed again, and you heard Mister Lok command her to be taken from the square and sequestered in her home, so as not to “distress” her further.
The sounds of logs thudding to the ground all around you continued for some untold amount of time, until finally, the horrid sound ceased.
Even though you were blindfolded, you let your eyes fall shut. You knew what was coming next, and you tried to steel yourself. It was the most difficult task you’d ever undertaken, but you were determined to go forth from this life with as much dignity as you could muster.
Chants started up all around you, voices crying out for your execution.
Witch! They jeered.
Burn her! They screeched.
End her cursed life! They howled.
You heard the telltale sound of flint striking steel, and the distinct sound of kerosene-soaked cloth going up in flames. You could picture the scene in your mind’s eye.
The Captain, standing there, torch in hand, his hateful eyes glaring upon your immobile form.
Your accusers, your bullies for all your six-and-twenty years of life, watching with barely disguised glee at your predicament.
The men you’d scorned, who wanted to fuck the “pretty flower” from the woods, sneering in disgust at your battered and bruised body.
Their wives, jealous rage finally cooled by the perverted sense of “justice” taking place, eagerly awaiting your death.
You knew the second the torch touched the mountain of logs and kindling at your feet, for a great roar swept through the crowd, feet stamping and hands clapping. You bit your lip to stop a whimper from escaping.
All you could do was wait for the flames to reach you, and hope that you passed out from the pain before you felt the fire consume your flesh inch by inch.
“WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE MAND’ALOR IS GOING ON HERE?”
Abruptly, the crowd fell silent, and all you could hear was the crackling of the wood catching fire.
It was silent for a moment, then two, and then the voice boomed once again, rattling your very bones.
“RELEASE MY WIFE FROM THAT PYRE, IMMEDIATELY.”
…
Wait a second.
Wife?
pls, pls, pls tell me what y'all think, I can't tell if this is actually interesting or not
tagging some moots bc why not: @catsnkooks, @firstofficerwiggles, @tailorvizsla, @maybege, @lilhawkeye3, @mysticalgalaxysalad
Paz Vizsla x fem!reader (no use of y/n)
Word count-4.5k
Summary- Paz saves your life when the pirates attack Nevarro. And then you find out he likes it when you’re bold...
Warnings- 18+ ONLY minors do not interact, takes places on Nevarro during "The Pirate," protective!Paz, mutual pining, smut, handjob, fingering, breast play, oral (f receiving), cumplay, size kink, competency kink, praise kink, squirting, creampie, multiple orgasms, "good girl"
Notes- This one is dedicated to the Paz girlies. This started as more towards the action and protectiveness and then I had the idea to add the smut and I ended up spending more time on that lol! Enjoy!
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You let out a deep sigh as you scanned the rubble that was once the capital city of Nevarro. You and the others counted yourselves lucky to be alive, but nerves still pulsed through your veins that you had just been through. As you helped the others clean up the mess and start to rebuild your homes, you relived the past day in your head. But it was the liberation and the rescue of your home that stuck with you the most.
It all happened so fast. The Nevarro sky rained with blaster fire as ships poured out of the large pirate vessel that descended on the city. You tried to run, but the pirates grabbed you and a few others and held you hostage, forcing you all to act as their bartenders as they enjoyed their victory over your largely defenseless city.
But just as you felt the feeling of despair threaten to overtake you, a light in the atmosphere brought hope. Ships carrying Mandalorians swept through the city and they easily took out the pirates. The other trapped girls quickly ran for cover, but one of the pirates grabbed you before you could join them.
“You’re coming with me, pretty girl,” he sneered at you.
You screamed as you tried to break free, but it wasn’t until a blast hit his face that he finally let you go. A gasp escaped your lips as the biggest man you had ever seen decked out completely in blue armor grabbed you by the wrist and told you in an urgent tone, “Stay behind me. I’ve got you.”
You didn’t want to leave his side even for a moment, and you easily complied with his order. Not wanting to be a burden, you grabbed a blaster from the fallen pirate and shot as whoever you could from the safety of your Mandalorian shield. He protected you throughout the blaster fire until the dust settled and the last pirate was taken down. Even when your two groups of people met and your leaders came to an agreement to share the land of Nevarro, you stayed close to him.
As the conversation came to an end, and yours and his people broke off to go their own ways, you let out a heavy sigh of relief, “Thank you,” your voice was just a whisper but you were sure he heard you, “You saved my life back there.” After a beat, you gave him your name.
The large blue Mandalorian turned to you slowly and gave you a nod, “You held your own back there well,” his smooth, low voice sent a shiver up your spine as he took your hand. He raised your arm up to the bottom edge of his helmet as he tapped the back of your hand to it. “Paz,” he gave you his name shortly before he let go of your hand and went to join his people.
You stood dumbfounded for several moments just cradling your hand as if you felt his lips against your skin. It wasn’t until your friends called your name and ran up to you, engulfing you in warm embraces that you let go of your breath and were brought back to the present.
*
The citizens of Nevarro all decided to camp out together that first night and get to work rebuilding the city the next day. You spent the morning helping some others clean out the school before you decided to walk to the further edge of the city and see how bad the damage was to your home. Living closer to the outskirts, you hoped that the little neighborhood where your house sat in a row of other dwellings wasn’t hit too badly.
“Thank the Maker,” you let out a sigh of relief when you turned the corner and saw all the buildings still sood mostly intact. But you scrunched your brows when you saw that a large piece of rubble completely blocked your front door. “Ok…” you breathed as you stretched and tried to work yourself up and muster the energy to move it.
But as hard as you pushed and as much as you strained, the piece of rubble just would not budge.
“Shit,” you cursed under your breath as you tried again, lunging at the stubborn rock. Maybe you thought that you could catch it by surprise and it would move.
Then suddenly it did move.
You yelped as the heavy boulder slowly slid away from you and you almost tripped over yourself when it lifted off the ground and moved to the side. Finding your footing, you looked up from the ground and saw the familiar blue Mandalorian grunting as he used every ounce of his strength to move the boulder out of your way.
“Paz!” you breathed in relief as you watched him set the rubble down out of the way of your front door. Even if you had wanted to, you couldn’t hide the way your face lit up when you saw him again.
“A valiant effort,” Paz tilted his head to the side as he looked you up and down, “But I think that was too big for you to move on your own.”
You bit your lip as you fiddled with your fingers, “Well good thing I have a Mandalorian that seems to find me at just the right time.”
A short huff escaped his lips and you wondered if he hid a smirk underneath that helmet. You were sure you imagined it, but you thought you saw his gaze subtly drift down along your figure, as if he studied every inch of you, every curve of your body. It made your skin tingle and heat up as you snuck a glance at his imposing figure whenever you could. You only hoped he didn’t catch your wandering eyes.
If he noticed, Paz didn’t mention it and he redirected your thoughts when he spoke again, “Your door is damaged,” he seemed to force himself to concentrate on anything but you as he turned his attention to your front door. He ran his gloved hand up and down the doorframe and you couldn’t help but wonder what his hand would feel like if he touched you like that. Again, though, his voice brought you back to reality, “I can fix it for you,” Paz said plainly before he pulled out a tool from his pack and made quick work of your front door.
The world felt like it spun around you as you watched the big, strong Mandalorian fix the front of your house like it was nothing. Just like he lifted that boulder like it was nothing. Thankfully, the damage wasn’t too bad, but you found that you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. The way he was able to move the boulder that blocked your way, the way he easily shot down the pirates and kept you safe the day before, the way he competently fixed your door… you were a goner before you even realized it.
“Done,” Paz huffed as he straightened his posture and pushed your door open.
Your eyes went wide as your gaze trailed from his armored silhouette to the inside of your home. Paz stood to the side as you carefully stepped inside, your breath trapped in your chest as you anticipated the worst. But, you let out a deep sigh of relief when the inside was completely intact. Only some things scattered the floor that had fallen from the tables and shelves when the city was attacked, but otherwise, the damage was minimal.
“You got lucky here,” Paz moved to stand at your side, closing the door behind him, “Your home seems to have escaped the damage,” he turned to you as your gaze stayed forward. His hand clenched and unclenched as he longed to reach out to you like he did the way before. Even from the moment he first saw you, Paz felt an instant pull towards you. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before, and when he saw the way you fought back against the clutches of that pirate, he felt compelled to protect you.
Unaware of Paz’s inner turmoil, you let out another deep sigh as you met his vizor. Your heart pounded in your chest as you felt his gaze on you, even if you couldn’t see it. You had no idea where it came from, but your next words caught even you off guard, “It’s not the first time I got lucky… Maybe it won’t be the last…” your tone dropped as you made your intentions obvious to him.
As he stared at you, you instantly regretted your words and you dropped your gaze and turned away from him, “I’m sorry,” you blurted out, “That was bold… I don’t want to cross a line…”
But your rambles of embarrassment were cut off when a gloved hand gently cupped your chin and guided you to look back at him, “No,” Paz’s voice was soft as his tone matched your low one, “I like boldness,” he growled as his grip on your chin tightened slightly.
The tension in the room was palpable as you both stared at each other. Nerves made your skin tingle and your breath tremble, yet the way Paz held your chin brought comfort to you. Finding your bravery, you broke the silence, “The bedroom is back this way.”
“Lead the way,” Paz replied in a low tone as his thumb brushed across your face.
You stepped backwards, knowing your home by heart, so you didn’t have to look away from Paz as you slid your hand in his. He immediately wrapped his fingers around yours as he caressed your side with his free hand. Paz’s grip landed on your hip and he used the leverage to yank you up against his armored chest.
A gasp escaped your lips as you found yourself flushed against his broad body, and your hand landed on the cool plate of his armor. You felt weightless as you took tiny steps back into your bedroom while Paz hands his hands up and down your body. After repeating the motion a few times, he grabbed your shirt and held still, the fabric balled in his fist as his gaze bore into you through the vizor.
“Do it,” you breathed, knowing exactly what he asked without the words needed, “I want this.”
Paz let out a low growl as he made quick work of your clothes. With every step towards your bed he exposed another sliver of your skin until you were completely bare by the time your legs hit the bed. He grunted as he pushed you backwards so that you landed on your mattress, and he was mesmerized by the way your breasts bounced when you did.
“Beautiful…” Paz groaned as he looked you up and down, this time less subtly.
You laid out on your back completely exposed to him. And Paz couldn’t help but notice the glisten between your parted legs as you anticipated his next move. His gaze ran up your body as he leaned forward, memorizing every dip and curve of your figure until he got you your face and noticed the glazed over expression in your eyes and the way your lips were parted.
Feeling nervous under Paz’s strong gaze, you suddenly became very aware that you were naked and he remained fully covered. Swallowing hard, you whispered, “Can I see your hands?” Your eyes fluttered up to meet his vizor as he hovered over you.
Paz said nothing, and only tilted his helmet to the side slightly.
Somehow, you knew exactly what the gesture meant and you rephrased in a stronger voice, “I want to see your hands.”
“Good girl,” Paz groaned.
He stayed hovering over you even as he lifted himself up to slowly remove his gloves. Paz took pleasure in the way your breath trembled and your body shook in anticipation. He teased you as he slowly took one glove off, one finger at a time. And it didn’t go unnoticed when you gasped at the first glimpse of skin or the way you licked your lips when you noticed how thick his fingers were.
But then your next words took you both by surprise, “And your cock.”
Paz stilled, his hands bare for you as he hovered over you between your parted legs. But, he did like the boldness in your request… command… and Paz felt himself stiffen in his pants. With a growl, he complied, and his bare hands quickly freed his cock for you.
“Fuck…” you breathed when you saw how big he was.
Moving before you could stop yourself, you reached out for him and wrapped your hand around his cock. Paz leaned forward more, planting his hands on either side of you as you gave his length a soft squeeze. You glanced up for a moment, and when you felt his energy flow through your body, your eyes drifted back down between your bodies as you pumped his cock.
Paz growled your name as he tilted his head forward so that his helmet rested against your forehead. He felt cool against your heated skin, and when he rocked his hips in time with your hand, you worked him faster, squeezing all the spots that made him groan more. Heat rose in the room as you pumped him as he covered your body with his own, and you let out a soft moan when Paz growled your name.
“If you don’t stop now…” Paz grunted, “I’m going to cum all over you…”
You looked up from where his cock captivated your attention to meet Paz’s vizor. A challenge glistened in your eyes as you gave him a slight smirk and pumped him faster in response. A low curse hissed out of Paz’s lips as he thrust his hips into your hand more. Grunts and whimpers filled the room as Paz felt his climax hit him before he could give you any warning. A gasp escaped your throat as he came hard, splashing his seed all over your stomach, but you kept going until Paz grabbed your wrist and yanked you off of him.
Heavy breaths filled the space between your bodies as you and Paz stared at each other for several moments. Your wrist stayed in his grip as you were content to be held by him. And for a moment, you swore you saw a glimpse of his eyes behind the darkness of the vizor…
But that moment quickly vanished when Paz let go of your wrists to grab onto your breasts firmly. You dropped your head onto the mattress as you let out a loud scream as he squeezed and fondled your breasts. His rough fingers pinched your nipples as he kneaded the soft flesh and savored every little sound of pleasure you made under his touch.
“You look so beautiful with my cum on you,” Paz groaned as he gave your breasts another firm squeeze.
“Paz…” you panted as your eyes fluttered closed.
He ran his hands down the sides of your body, careful to leave the evidence of his release on your skin. When he reached your thighs, Paz grabbed your legs and parted them more, and his breath hitched in his throat when he saw how your pussy glistened.
“So wet for me already, mesh’la,” Paz growled as he scooped just a little bit of his seed and trailed it down the mound of your public bone, “But I need to prepare you for my cock…”
“Please Paz,” you begged as you shifted to make yourself comfortable, “I need you… Don’t make me wait.”
“Shhh,” he cooed as he parted your lower lips, “Patience, mesh’la… I’ve got you.”
Your heart skipped a beat as he repeated his first words to you, only this time they held even more meaning, “I trust you,” you whispered your reply as you relaxed your body under his expert touch. Vaguely, you wondered what that nickname meant, but just by the way he said it with fondness was enough to make your heart flutter.
But any thought you might have had vanished from your mind as Paz coated his finger with his seed and pushed into your pussy. You clutched at the sheets as his thick digit entered you inch by delicious inch. Paz groaned as he watched his cum-coated finger disappear inside you and your warmth engulfed him. His cock already started to stiffen again as he slowly reeled back and thrust his finger fully into you again.
“Paz!” you cried out as he repeated the motion again and again, “Another finger… Please…”
He growled your name as he complied with your request… demand. You felt so good around his fingers and he felt your wet tightness grip him hard as he crooked his fingers up and hit your sweet spot with precision. You bucked your hips and screamed loudly as you felt like you would fly off of the bed.
“Oh fuck…” you cried out as Paz hit your sweet spot over and over again ad he thrust his fingers harder and faster.
“Show me how beautiful you are when you cum,” Paz growled as he watched you fall apart with intense satisfaction. His cock screamed at him, but he ignored it in favor of pleasuring you.
It didn’t take long for Paz to get what he wanted and you came with a loud scream. Your legs trembled on either side of him as you rode out your climax on his fingers as Paz savored the way your mouth dropped open to allow the beautiful sounds to flow freely. When you were spent, you flopped down limp on the bed and Paz stayed still inside you for a few moments as he watched your breasts rise and fall.
Carefully, paz pulled his fingers out, and he caressed your body with his free hand when you let out a soft whimper. You kept your eyes closed as you spread yourself for him in a wordless invitation… but Paz had other plans for you.
“Turn over, mesh’la,” he ordered softly.
You blinked your eyes open and were met with his armored figure, just his hands and cock out for you. You gasped as you felt a fresh wave of need crash through you at the way he looked at you with fondness, even through the helmet. You flashed him a grin as you eagerly complied.
Feeling flirtatious, you wiggled your ass a little as you positioned yourself on your hands and knees. Any embarrassment was gone after you both came for each other once, and all that was felt in between the two of you was need and desire.
“Put your face down,” Paz said, “Keep your eyes covered.”
That caught you off guard and the nerves rushed back. But, you did as you were told with a meek, “Yes.” You leaned forward, burying your face in the sheets until your world went black. And your skin warmed as the motion made you lift your ass in the air, putting yourself on full display for the Mandalorian.
To test you, Paz slapped your pussy without warning. You screamed into the mattress, but your face stayed buried. You felt dizzy from the impact but it only turned you on more.
“Good girl,” he growled as he dipped down behind you, “Stay just like that no matter what.”
Before you could answer, you felt the cold touch of Paz’s helmet against your ass. Goosebumps erupted on your skin as you heard the hiss of his helmet and you realized what he had planned. You let out a loud moan as you felt the tip of Paz’s tongue against your folds as he licked your pussy from behind.
Your muffled moans filled the room as you clutched tightly to the sheets, lost in the pleasure that was Paz’s tongue. Even with your face buried, you saw stars every time he hit your clit, and you were sure you weren't going to last long.
“Fuck… Paz… You’re gonna make me cum,” you whimpered before you fell apart again.
He slurped loudly as he gripped your thighs tightly, licking and sucking at your cunt while you came on his face. Paz savored the taste of you, and he smirked against you as he felt you gush against his face. And while he kept his helmet tilted off just enough to expose his lips, Paz was proud of you for keeping yourself down just like he told you to.
Breaking away with a pop, Paz lowered his helmet back down and licked his lips as he did so, “I think you’re ready for my cock now, mesh’la,” his voice was low as he stroked himself, “You can lift your head now.”
You didn’t have the energy to pick yourself up completely, but you lifted your face and took in a deep breath.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” you breathed as you trembled in anticipation.
But as wet as you were, the stretch of Paz’s cock still took your breath away and you gasped loudly as the tip pushed into you. Slowly, Paz entered your pussy with a groan of his own. Fuck you felt even better around him than he thought. But, he didn’t want to hurt you by letting himself go.
“Are you alright?” Paz asked as he caressed your back and your ass.
“Yes,” you replied immediately, “Fuck… Please, don’t stop. Feels so good.”
Paz growled as he kept going, “You look even more beautiful on my cock than I thought,” he groaned as he pushed the rest of the way inside you, “And you feel even better too.”
You whimpered as the feeling of Paz’s cock was overwhelming in the best way. You had never felt fuller, never been more stretched out, and you had never felt a pleasure like this ever in your life. Maker, you were already addicted to him and he had just entered you.
He grabbed onto your hips as he rolled back and thrust forward gently. Slowly at first, Paz rocked back and forth, but the more you moaned and cried out in pleasure, the faster he went. Skin slapped against skin as he reached forward and grabbed your arms, lifting your chest off the bed as he thrust into you over and over again.
Moans and screams filled the room as your mouth hung open while Paz fucked you. Your eyes rolled back as you surrendered yourself and gave every inch of yourself to him. Not only did his cock stretch you out more than ever before, but the way Paz held you tight made you feel safe and protected as he pounded into you.
Paz groaned your name as he craved even more of you. He grabbed you and yanked you back so that your bare back was pressed flush against his armored chest. Paz wrapped his arm around you and grabbed your breast with one hand and pinned you against his body and rubbed at your clit with the other.
“Oh! Fuck!” you screamed, “Paz!” you reached up behind you and grabbed onto him wherever you could. Only your knees stayed on the bed as you arched your back and let Paz hold you tightly as he fucked into you with an ever faster pace.
“Cum, mesh’la,” he groaned in your ear, “Cum on my cock.” Paz’s own orgasm wasn’t far behind, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he would last like this. Holding you in his arms while he thrust into you was just as overwhelming for him as it was for you.
“Cum in me,” you whispered before your climax hit you.
That was all it took for both of you to completely fall apart. You screamed loudly as your inner muscles squeezed Paz’s cock. His grip on you tightened as he filled you to the point where you thought you would burst, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was Paz and the ecstasy he brought you. Your entire body shook as he held you close and you both rode out your intense highs on each other.
You felt yourself gush as your release dripped down your inner thigh. Paz noticed too, as he felt you soak his cock while he spilled himself inside of you until that too dripped out of you. With one last grunt and thrust, Paz sheathed himself completely inside you as he tipped you both forward until you both collapsed down onto the bed.
Neither of you moved for a long time. Heavy breaths filled the room as you laid in Paz’s arms, his cock still buried deep inside you. Tears filled your eyes from the waves of emotions that crashed into you suddenly. As much as you tried to keep them hidden, Paz heard a soft sob and immediately pushed himself up.
“Are you alright, cyare?” Paz hissed as he pulled out of you, but his focus was quickly redirected to your needs.
You whimpered at the loss of him inside you, “I’m fine, Paz,” your voice was soft as he wiped away the tears from the corners of your eyes, “More than fine actually,” you gave him a bright smile as you leaned into his touch. Closing your eyes, you kissed the palm of his hand and you heard his breath hitch.
Paz let out a heavy sigh as he looked at you. He felt an even bigger need to keep you protected as you looked so vulnerable in his arms. A glow surrounded you as you let out a contented sigh of your own. It was a tender moment neither of you would ever forget.
But, Paz knew he couldn’t stay like this forever, “I should go,” he said abruptly.
“Wait,” you grabbed his wrist before he could get up, “Stay?” you pleaded with your eyes before you repeated in a stronger voice, “I want you to stay.”
He let out another sigh, “Alright.” Paz wouldn’t admit how little it took to convince him to stay. But he also didn’t want to deny how much he already craved the feeling of you securely in his arms. The rest of the world could wait as Paz settled back down and held you tight. He wondered what would happen moving forward. How could he keep you by his side while still remaining loyal to his tribe? Would Ragnar like you? Would you like him?
But for now, those questions would wait, and all Paz wanted to do was hold you close.
SImilar questions ran through your mind, and you wondered if he would want to stay with you, if he would allow you to stay with him. Somehow, you had a feeling you could make it work from how strong your feelings were already. You could figure it out somehow. And you had never been happier that you were bold as you sighed contently in Paz’s strong arms.
Pairings: Alpha!Paz x AFAB!Omega!Reader (I don’t think there’s anything specifying a female reader, just an AFAB one. If you catch one let me know!)
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, some Alpha’s are jerks, fingering, knotting, Paz is soft for his Omega
Word count:2k
Summary: Your heat hits early and Paz helps you take care of it
You’re walking through the halls of the compound, heading to speak to the Armorer about making new weapons for the foundlings when the camp’s Alpha’s start acting weird. They’re shooting you sidelong glances and inhaling deeply. You can only assume they smell your desperation for your own Alpha, Paz Vizsla, and they’re itching to take advantage. He’s been gone for over a week, two months after you bonded during his rut.
An Alpha approaches you, a new one to the compound, and asks about where Paz is but you brush him off. Everyone in the compound knows that he went on a scouting mission, trying to find more food and weapons for the clan. He snarls, you can hear it from under the helmet, as he sniffs at you and grabs you by the arm.
“I asked you where your Alpha is, Omega,” he snaps, fingers digging into the softness of your inner arm. The way he says ‘omega’, like it’s some kind of insult instead of a biological term pisses you off.
“Fuck you, where my Alpha is at is none of your business,” you snarl at him, wrenching your arm out of his grasp. You can smell him, rage and arrogance rolling off his frame in waves. “We don’t put hands on our Omegas here. Omegas are highly respected in this compound and if you mistreat one, especially one that’s already bonded, you’ll be out on your ass in a heartbeat,” you say, trying to send out a scent signal that you weren’t to be messed with.
“You should learn how to hold your tongue, Omega, it’ll get you into trouble. If you were my mate-“ he starts but a strong and familiar scent washes over you, relaxing you. It’s your own Alpha, back from his mission, and your own scent immediately mixes with his. His big strong hand wraps around your waist, pulling you against his armored chest.
“She’ll never be your mate, so it doesn’t matter what you think a mate should be,” he snaps, his scent as sharp as his tone and a tiny cramp hits your stomach. The other Alpha is helmeted, so you can’t read his expression, but you can smell it. He’s annoyed, angry, and defensive. He’s disrespected the clans head Alpha and his mate, he’s expecting a fight. Normally Paz would challenge him, he doesn’t allow newcomers to disrespect the clan, omegas specifically and definitely not his own bonded omega. You’re sure he’s getting ready issue a challenge when another cramp hits your belly. Paz smells your distress first, head snapping over as he looks at you. He sniffs again, a deeper sniff as he tries to decipher the other scent. He must find what he’s sniffing for because a low growl comes from deep in his chest and his scent turns red hot with anger.
It’s about the same time you realize what’s happening, because a third cramp hits your stomach and you realize what kind of cramps these are. Your heat is two weeks early and it explains the way some of the Alpha’s have been acting around you today. You try to rack your brain to figure out why it would be so early but you come up blank as the first waves of desire hit your core. Your oncoming heat is probably the reason this Alpha decided to try and strong arm you as well.
“I’ll deal with you later,” he growls and you can feel the anger in his voice. Another cramp hits your belly, stronger than the last three, and it almost doubles you over. Paz’s strong arms wrap around your waist and ushers you down the hall, back to your shared quarters. You pass Din Djarin on the way and vaguely hear Paz mumble something to him, but another cramp hits and you don’t hear what it is.
The two of them have formed an unlikely friendship since Paz started courting you and they’ve gotten closer since the two of you bonded. Later you’ll realize it had something to do with the Alpha who threatened you, but the first waves of desire are hitting your system and all you can think about is getting back your room. The scent of your heat must be getting stronger because Paz has to tell several other clan members to back off before you finally make it to your room.
As soon as the door shuts behind your bodies, you’re on him, clawing at his armor and his helmet while he chuckles and moves your hands so he can do it himself. The cramps have gotten worse and you take to rubbing your face on any part of him you can reach until he gets his helmet and undershirt off and he thrusts the cloth material at you. You inhale deeply, taking in the scent of your bonded mate as he fully undresses. It’s a brief reprieve from the pain as you soak in the scent of your Alpha. You’re mewling, a whimpering sound that shoots straight to Paz’s cock as he finishes undressing. Once he’s finished he works at your clothes, doing his best to get them in fewer motions than usual.
Finally, Paz has you both fully undressed and he’s on you immediately, scenting you and providing some relief to the ache in your belly. The waves of desire take over your body and you grind on his thick thigh to get some friction against your clit.
“My little Omega,” he groans, his full lips pressing against the mark he’d placed months ago, “you smell so good.” You sigh, pressing yourself against him as he works your shirt and pants off. One hand slips between your legs, large middle finger stroking your clit and you nearly collapse with relief.
“Alpha. Paz,” you cry out as he continues to stroke, “why is my heat early?” You cry, nearly sobbing with relief when he slips two fingers inside you. The relief is so intense that it brings you to the cusp of an orgasm immediately.
“It’s your first heat since we’ve been bonded,” he explains. “It makes sense that your heat would come early,” he drags some of your wetness around your clit with two fingers and you come undone, clutching to his shoulders as you come.
“I need more Alpha, please I need your knot,” you beg, grinding yourself on his thigh again. His chuckle reverberates through your body as he pushes you to the bed, grabbing some of your favorite blankets as he goes. He tosses them on the bed as he gives you an order.
“Present, Omega,” he commands, allowing the Alpha to drip into his voice. You scramble to obey, on your elbows and knees on the bed, back arched for him to see the slick between your legs. “Good Omega,” he purrs, sliding his fingers along the backs of your thighs and over the round of your ass. You preen at the praise, spreading further for him so he can dip two fingers inside you.
“Anything for my Alpha,” you croon, the submission in your voice prevalent. His fingers work your pussy, smearing the slick all over your clit as he preps you for him. Paz isn’t a small man and he wants to make sure he won’t hurt you as he slides home but your heat is hitting hard and you don’t want to wait.
“Alpha, please. Want your knot. Need it,” you plead, wiggling your hips and making your ass shake. You hear him start to protest but you whine, deep and needy in your chest. Whining for your Alpha to take you, fill you with his knot and his pups and his need for you takes over.
“I’ll be gentle, precious Omega,” he promises but you don’t care. You just want him to mount you, fill you, knot you. You whine again, pressing back against him as his hands grab your hips and his cock nudges at your pussy. “Tell me if it hurts,” he says, pressing the head into your slick-soaked entrance. You mewl, just the one small motion giving you intense relief and you press back, needing more. Paz growls, your need pressing primal desires deep in his chest as he pushes forwards.
“Pussy feels good, mesh’la,” he groans once he’s fully inside you, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. He drags himself back out, slow and steady, the head of his cock catching as he pushes back in. His pace is steady but it’s not enough for you, deep in the need of your heat. Your hips start moving, pressing back against him, fucking yourself on his cock. You’re panting, the word Alpha rolling off your tongue with the punch of his cock into you. You’re close again, pussy clenching on your Alpha and his heavy breaths let you know he’s close too. His fingers slip around to your front, wet from his mouth as he strokes your clit and begs you to come.
“Come for me, my pretty Omega, so I can give you my knot. Fill you with my seed, breed you full with my pups,” his words are like electric shocks to your clit as he strokes but he doesn’t let up. “Wanna see your breasts heavy with milk, see my younglings nursing from you with another heavy in your belly,” the idea of being full of his pups, his offspring, sends you over the edge. Your pussy clamps down, milking your Alpha as he reaches his own end. He groans your name, not Omega your actual name, as his knot swells and pops and locks the two of you together. He collapses on you for only the briefest moment before he rolls, pulling you into him as he spoons you, cock still buried deep inside you.
“I hope this takes, my precious Omega, I’d love to see your belly swollen with my pups,” he muses, hands stroking your belly softly. You mewl, hands and face searching out for your soft blankets that smell like your Alpha. Paz grabs them, covering your bodies with the softest and warmest blankets he can reach while still being connected to you. You rub your face over his arm while it’s tucked under your head, scenting him as much as you can from your position.
“Sleep my precious Omega, you’ll need your rest for the next few days. Your heat will be stronger since we are bonded now,” Paz explains, curling his body around you. You nod, eye closing with exhaustion as you dream of the future with your Alpha.
You wake in the morning, alone in your bed but surrounded your favorite blankets, with one of Paz’s shirts tucked right up against your face. Desire is the first emotion you feel, exhaustion from the night before is the second. The third you feel is love because when you raise up to find your Alpha, you realize that he built your nest for you in the middle of the night, finding the softest and best smelling items in your small home to surround you with. It’s not perfect but that doesn’t matter because your big, strong, scary Alpha built a nest for his Omega in the middle of the night. He comes in a half second later as tears fill your eyes at the sweet gesture.
“What’s the matter, my Omega?” He asks, dropping the caf and breakfast on the side table.
“You made my nest?” You sniffle and he chuckles.
“Of course, my sweet,” he offers,” our pups will want a nest and I need to know how to build one just in case.” He’s so kind and thoughtful and it makes you cry and forget about your heat for a moment. “Are these good tears?” He asks, a little hesitantly. You nod, digging your face into his neck and knowing that there’s no better Alpha out there in the world for you.
welcome to flufftober everyone! this is my first time doing this and i am super excited for all the far cry 6 content to come !!
INTRODUCTION
firstly i wanna credit @creativepromptsforwriting for their amazing otp prompt which i morphed to fit this! they are the best for inspo
this page will act as a masterlist for this series and a checkpoint to cross off days! these next few months are very busy so there might be some delays/irregular posting but i will try to keep up as best i can! <3 and i will link to AO3 eventually!
please note! these are not requests, i’ve spent months planning which characters are getting which days, every draft is written and some will be prewritten prior to this being posted as i’m very busy and want to be organised.
however if you would like to be tagged pls either comment on this post, put it in an ask (non-anon) or message me!
some background info:
— every reader will be gender neutral with no specific body parts defined (i want everyone to enjoy and read these!!) and there are no ships for these prompts
— dani will have a mix of both male! and fem! versions however not at the same time
— i have prioritised/picked who i believe are the most popular characters as double-ups but i am using this to try new and underrated characters as well!!
i understand not everyone’s preferred character is not there or on a prompt you’d like. this is a huge project for me and i’ve picked what works for me with characters in and out of my comfort zone ! respect and support is important <3
— these are short stories (aiming for 500-1000 words) and will probably impact requests for a little while but i will try to keep up as best i can !
