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Day 18 – tickling

His body looks like a fucking pile of twigs. Just skeletal contours on the basement floor. He hasn’t moved since I set his shoulder. If it weren’t for the rise and fall of his chest, I might think the idiot had up and died on me. 

I nudge him with my toe. 

He wakes up, sluggish and dull. He makes his own eyelids look heavy. When he looks up at me, he barely seems to recognize what he’s seeing. 

“Come on, pet,” I tell him. “Sit up.”

He struggles to even do that, hissing in pain as he puts weight on his newly fixed shoulder. It’s funny. It’s pathetic. It makes me want to fuck him. It makes me want to crush his throat with my boot. 

I crouch beside him, grasping his swollen shoulder and shaking him lightly. He whines about it. 

“You’re so tired, aren’t you?”

He nods. 

“You know you’ve been bad, right? I give you a place to live, give you food, I even fucking wash you, and you try to run. You don’t remember who I am. You know I should keep punishing you, right?”

Tears leak out his eyes, and he swallows audibly. But he nods. I can hardly believe it. The self-obsessed prick broke down after only two weeks of harsh treatment. I knew it–I’d known all along he was weak. 

“Look at you. Begging me to hurt you.”  

A wet sob tears out his throat. 

He still has metal manacles jangling around his wrists and ankles. I pull at one experimentally, testing his give, his submission. To me. He’s light and mobile as dandelion fluff. 

“Pet. Know I’m kind to you. I’m as kind as I can be.” 

He bobs his head again, eyes crystalline with fresh tears. 

He doesn’t resist a bit as I scoop him up in my arms, carrying him up the stairs like my waifish betrothed. He’s shaking lightly, crying like a child, but I feel him cling to me. It’s almost sickeningly sweet. I want to tug on his hair and make him moan. I want to tear the fucker apart. 

When I lay him on the bed, his eyelashes flutter. 

“Soft, isn’t it, pet?” 

“M..mhm,” he murmurs. 

I pin his wrist into the cushion above his head, opening his body up to me. I trace my fingers up and down his ribs, thumb his hip bone. It makes him twitch, sensitive skin under my touch, covered in pretty bruises. 

He’s so fucking fragile. I squeeze the soft part of his waist, which makes him jolt. 

I tickle his armpits, along his ribs. He flinches and shudders, a confused giggle escaping him. 

I lay down beside him, kissing his face, rumpling his hair in my hand, tugging it gently. He squirms, trying to reciprocate, I know. But too weak to manage it. It’s an intimacy I haven’t allowed him before. 

“Thank me, pet,” I murmur to him. 

He swallows again. “Thank…thank you.” 

“Good boy.” 

It’s more fun than I’d thought it would be, so I keep tickling him. Scratching him lightly with my nails, finding his sensitive spots, finding what makes him wiggle, hearing him laugh. When he tries to pull away, I hold him close, slinging an arm around his waist, pulling him flush against me. 

I lick up the tears dribbling down his face, rubbing my fingers lightly on the sensitive inside of his thighs, making him open his legs for me, through a strained little giggle. 

After stripping myself, coating my fingers in lube to prevent me from chafing, I push my fingers inside him. I squeeze his waist, holding him against me, which makes him moan and shudder breathlessly. It’s gorgeous; pleasure wrinkling up his brow. I push my cock inside, rocking into him steadily. 

I hold his face in my hand, keeping his face tipped toward me, slapping gently when he tries to close his eyes. “Focus on me, sweetheart,” I whisper. 

He cries the whole time, yes–but he begs prettily, begs for his release, for my release. For me.

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chapter five - married

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Just walk up there.

It’s nothing.

Nothing you haven’t done before.

You’ve been in front of thousands— millions of people before. You’ve been in arenas of people screaming and applauding, crowds swarming you as soon as you step out the door. This, being in a moderate sized room where half the eyes on you are stuffed in a helmet, should be easy. Child’s play.

It was nothing.

So why the hell are you feeling so terrified?

You were practically shaking— staring up at the set of stairs in front of you, leading to the Armourer who stood next to the original Forge. The one where every Mandalorian in the golden age would have been brought into the creed. And now, you were going to march up there and add your name to the list. You felt like an imposter, out of place in a flowing dress while you were surrounded by hard plates of armour and dark colours.

The only reason you moved was Bo-Katan behind you, a soft hand on the back of your arm nudging you in the right direction. You were grateful for her kind eyes as she nodded you up to the podium, and then your feet remembered they were attached to your body.

You met Din’s blackened stare, and started to move.

Your dress was loud. A brush of the light yellow fabric along the smooth granite ground sounded deafening. Like an alarm going off, alerting every watchful eye of the Mandalorian ancestors to your betraying presence.

Stars— you were starting to think like them, too.

It was hard not to get caught up in it all. The darkened room, soft whispers through helmets, and as you took the last step up, he was there. Your breath caught in your throat.

He looked the same as always. Of course he did, but it knocked the wind out of you all the same. Once he was in your sight, you didn’t look away. You couldn’t. His presence didn’t allow it. The Armourer said something, and the only reason you acknowledged her was because he did.

“This is The Way.” He says, the words sticking to you like glue when he practically purrs them out like that. This was the way it was now. You— a fake Mandalorian, unable to stand without everyone around you holding you up.

Swallowing hard, you felt Bo-Katan move away, but you were too busy watching Din take three steps to your side. His arm wrapped around yours, sneaking it’s way under the bare skin of your wrist, cold gloves skittering electricity up your arm.

And… oh.

It was like everything just stopped.

You could feel the press of his fingers, light but meaningful, like most of his small touches of you. He was careful not to wander the expanse of exposed skin, which he easily could, even in front of all these people. People who you’d… you’d actually almost forgotten everyone was there.

You stared up at him as if it was your first time seeing a night sky— entranced and all encompassed by the inky black and shining silver, and all the whispering voices faded away until it was just his rough breathing and his gloved hand on your feverish skin.

He didn’t look at you, just at where your own hand was placed, holding for dear life on one of the many plates of his armour. He led you with him over to the half sphere that sat in the middle of the stage. You peered in, seeing the eternal flame fluttering a reliable blue, with the water from the mines floating calmly behind it.

You grab him tighter— either out of reflex or wanting, but he leans into it. Lets you use him to stand, to stay strong in the face of the Armourer. You hope he’s strong enough to keep you standing on his own, because now he’s here, you aren’t sure how you stood without him.

Din was speechless.

He was known as a man of well chosen words to most, so his silence wasn’t unexpected. He was grateful he’d built that reputation, because even if he had to, he wouldn’t of found words that described why he felt frozen at the top of the stairs.

When he’d see you walk in, he felt like time had… stopped. It was stupid of him. He was meant to be in control. He was a King. Standing in front of his people; leading. But… stars, you were the only thing in 20 years that had made him freeze.

You walked so easily, like you were made to be there. It was like that first day, watching you walk through the city like the ground was made to bear your weight. He couldn’t look away. Couldn’t tear his eyes away from your slow, swift steps or the way you gracefully floated across the hard floors. Neither could anyone else. Outside his direct view of you, he could see his people watching. Some eyes were evaluating; the hard faces and helmets looking you up and down like they were scanning the battlefield— precisely and with no mercy.

Others watched like he did. In awe. Some eyes were soft, some whispers drifted their compliments towards her, even though they wouldn’t be heard. That’s how he knew they were genuine. They fell on deaf ears, but they were supposed to.

When you crossed the stage to him, the only thing that snapped his attention away was the loud voice of the Armourer in his ear, telling him to move towards you.

He could tell you were nervous when he got closer— for once, your eyes betrayed you easily. He thought that he was the one that’s hard to read, considering you couldn’t see his face, but you had schooled yours to a point of contention. He knew if you could see him— really see him, you’d read right through him.

But your eyes now, even though they held his, were unsure. He was supposed to just stand next to you, walk with you to where you would touch where the mines water meets the flame, and then you’d be one of them.

But he couldn’t help himself. Your dress, draping over your skin like liquid sunshine, made something angry and foreign to him burn in his chest. He wanted to feel what it was to be that close to someone— someone, he had to tell himself. Anyone. Not just you. It was a lie, but it was one he’s going to have to believe himself.

He was jealous of your dress, gently grazing the skin of your hips, gliding against the softness of your thighs. You were covered, but he knew what was under there. What was in reaching distance for him. Instead, he settled for your arm. As soon as Bo-Katan released you, he took his chance, and for the first time in a while, he followed what his rapid beating heart was telling him to do.

When he reached for you, you answered in earnest. Your hands were nearly clawing at him, holding on to the thickest parts of his armour and pulling him close to you. He let you find purchase on his body— the line of yours tucking tightly into him, and he found himself hoping you held him harder. Dug your nails in so hard that he felt the lines being marked on his skin. He wanted you to need to lean on him— to need him like he found himself needing you up here.

You clung tightly through the whole ordeal, Din not being able to remember much about it other than how warm you were against him, and how close your skin was to his. Just a few inches of armour, feeling so heavy on his body, and he would be able to feel you. He hates that he thinks about that— a million eyes on him, and all he can think about is how soft you would be under the rough calloused palm of his hand.

He doesn’t remember the last time he’s thought of feeling that. Let alone… longed for it.

The longer you held him, the more Din thought it wasn’t real. Maybe you were trying to sell it. As far as the rest of his people knew, you were supposed to be in love. You needed to be seen united and together, leaning on each other. This was just business to you— he knew that. It was to him, too.

It had to be.

The alternative… it was better to be buried than brought to light. Din wouldn’t handle that disappointment well.

The entire thing was a blur from the minute he touched you.

You remember the physical parts. Where he took you to the edge of the Forge, rested your hands on the edge of it. It was cold. Colder than he was, although he’d been pressed up against you so long his armour was as warm to the touch as your skin was. You wondered if he was that cold under that suit.

When you managed to shake that thought away, you remember him guiding your hand towards the flame. It was too hot, and you wanted to pull away for a second. You flinched, but Din kept you on the right path, guiding your hand and covering your reaction, and it ended up looking like a part of the carefully planned show.

The fire nearly licked the inside of your wrist— the water a sharp cold contrast. The Armourer spoke words, and you repeated them, but even they fade; pale in the shadow of the memory of how Din stood above you.

For the first time, he looked every bit the King you’d been told he was. He stood tall, watching as you knelt in front of him, never moving a fucking inch. Then, he reached out, gloved hand intertwining with yours as he led you down and out of the room, disappearing before you could speak again.

He didn’t have to do that.

He does everythin with purpose… and that little touch? That tiny extension of a person under all this? That was… well, it was enough to make you stumble out of the hall like an idiot.

It was mind numbing. How his fingers easily melted into the small gaps between yours, how eager he seemed to take your hand, how quickly he latched onto you and swept you out of the room, like he knew what you needed.

As you shuffled your way down and outside, you wanted to scold yourself. If anything, this was the part of the day you had to have a clear head about. You were left alone for this— it was just you, a short, isolated walkway, and a greenhouse in the middle of nowhere.

You’d asked about it. Why they had something like that out here— in an environment that seemed to harbour life well enough, despite the rumours of the toxic and cursed lands.

“It’s a symbol.” Din had replied, although when you’d asked him he’d just been The Mandalorian, the title feeling a little too official now.

“Of what?” He guided you with a hesitant hand, around the corner where the greenhouse came into view. It was small— modest, for the size of the population now. You could see the twisting vines and array of colours, though, and it was bursting with life.

“Of hope.” Din replied, and you chest tightened. “The Mandalorians that were left, after the Purge, they had nothing. Food reserves were scattered— the people were scattered. When a few banded together, this is was what came of it. It reminded them they were stronger together. Many think this was the place our true rebirth was born.”

The door was closed, but you could still see the colours bursting through it. You tried to look for him through the misted glass, but he was no where to be found. Your heart was racing— you had no idea what to truely expect in here. Would he say anything? Nothing? Would he whip out holochess to pass the time?

What made you the most afraid as you pushed the door open and stepped inside, would be that he was going to do exactly what that man said he would. That he’d share with you something you weren’t sure you wanted him to— something that would make you feel even less deserving than you already did.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see. It just felt too… too big of a thing to take from him. Despite the small conversations, you’d begun to respect the silent presence of him. And after today, you couldn’t deny the effect he had on you. You didn’t want to take anything from him, not when he’d been so giving to you.

The air felt fresher in here, passing through you in easy breaths, like there was a calming effect inside the four walls. It was bigger than it seemed, or maybe the winding vines and tall bushes that hid you in every corner made it feel more like a maze.

You let your eyes wander, a mirage of purples and blues bursting in between the brightest of green leaves. It seemed to overtake the greenhouse— it was clear there was very little maintenance on the inside, like they’d prefer to just let it run wild. It added to the atmosphere. It was almost a little… romantic.

You swallowed the burning in your throat, and shut your eyes tightly.

“Hello?” You called out, and mentally slapped yourself. It felt stupid. He was in here.

Probably.

Oh, stars.

If he was the one that left you at the altar you think you’d just crawl into a hole and die—

“Around here.” The sound of his voice sends relief rushing through your veins. You followed the sound of it, the two words enough to set you on the right path. As you rounded the corner, you could see him nearly shining, and your chest didn’t feel as tight.

He was there. Looking exactly the same, but somehow completely different in the light of the greenhouse, compared to the dark hue of the Forge room.

The darkness suited him. He was more intimidating that way— a King head to toe. But here, he was more human to you. As far as you knew, he was human, but either way, he was more approachable. Simpler. Here, he was just a man in a pretty suit.

It was very, very pretty in this light.

“I have something to show you.” He says as soon as he sees you. He spits it out like it was a loaded gun in his hand, and the sight of you was enough to make him pull the trigger.

You don’t nod, or shake your head. You just freeze. Staring at him, he turns around, and there’s no words to mince for the feeling you get in your stomach. Fear, maybe, and a little bit of simmering curiosity. You don’t want to see him out of obligation, but for a fleeting second— just for a moment, you know what you want. That you’re curious. You want to see, and you let your eyes flutter—

“AH!” You hear it before you see it.

Two giant ears stick out the sides of the helmet, and then two clawed hands hand below them. When he turns around, you notice how Dins hands hold it gently. Whatever the hell it is.

Or rather, whoever.

All thoughts of the faceless man in front of you flood out for the first time in weeks. When two giant bug eyes whip around and stare at you, ears flapping with the movement, it’s impossible to have any thoughts other than—

“What… what is that?” You say before you stop yourself. “Fuck. Sorry— I didn’t mean that. I just—“

“It’s okay. He’s my—“ The little green thing wiggles around in his arms and then promptly drops to the floor like a sack of potatoes. “Foundling.”

“Oh. Oh!” You watch it stumble around, like it was formed out of proportion. The fast way it’s legs move seem out of alignment with its body, his head tipping forward, almost directing the rest of him, commanding it to follow.

With jagged movements, he ends up at your feet, where he promptly elevates upward, then plops back down again.

“Can he talk?” You say softly, not wanting to scare the little thing as you bend to his level. You look up to Din, who’s already watching you, and see him shake his head. “Well, that’s okay. I talk enough for the both of us.”

A metallic laugh echos from behind the small creature, and he babbles almost in response to it. The sound is infectious, making you grin as he waddles around, his ears tilting him to either side.

You reach out a hand, slowly, and instead of taking it he flies into you, resting in the crook of your arm. This angle gives you a better look, tiny hairs spiralling on his green head, a toothy smile and nearly wrinkled face. You’ve never seen anything like it before.

“He usually doesn’t take well to strangers.” Din says after a while, your body now curled half up on the floor to accomodate the tiny creature. “He likes you.”

“I can be very charming when I want to be.” You squint when you finally look up to him again, soft orange light pouring through the misted windows behind him. “He’s the little thing you were talking about, right? The found…”

“Foundling.”

“Right.” You stare down at it, watching its huge eyes blink at you, and the thing smiles. “Where the hell did you get him? I’ve never even seen… I’ve never seen anything like him.”

“He was a bounty.” You look up at Din, and clearly he can tell you’re horrified. “I didn’t know who, or what he was.”

You watch the little creature, who trusts you far too quickly for something that was clearly hunted by the likes of a Mandalorian. He yawns, speaking in little, incoherent mumbles before his eyes blink slower.

“Who would want to hurt a little guy like this?” His tiny hand wraps around one of your fingers, and you’re pretty sure you’re heart bursts.

“They’re dead.” His words are sharp and sure. It sends a cool shiver down your spine, but it’s definitely not fear.

You look back up at him, standing, and taking a step closer. Din holds your eyes for a moment, like he’s waiting for something.

You know he’s lethal. You aren’t surprised to hear he’s killed— he was a bounty hunter, and is a King. Neither of those titles are won by clean hands, not to mention the Darksaber at his side. If someone crossed him, or tried to take one of the few things he seemed to care about, you anything but surprised to hear they ended up dead.

“He’s sleeping.” You say to break the silence, and your voice drags Dins eyes away from your own.

“Here.” He reaches out, moving so close to you that you can feel the heat of his body. His real body— through the soft parts of him not covered by armour.

He scoops the sleeping form from you, and turns around, and it’s then that you notice the only other thing in the room. A hovering shape that opens on command, only to shut and float behind him once Din places his foundling in there. He’s so gentle with him. A man who just admitted to slaughtering what you can only assumed is dozens of people who got in his way, he’s surprisingly soft when he wants to be.

“Thank you. For letting me meet him.” You say, unsure of what to do next. Your hands go behind your back, eyes tracing the long vines wrapped around the frames of the greenhouse.

“I can never get him to sleep, but when I want him to stay awake, he passes out.” He stands in front of you, and even hidden under ten pounds of armour, he looks as awkward as ever. Your face splits into a grin, laughter softly shattering the careful barrier between you. “I wanted you to meet him. He’s… very important to me.”

“He’s very cute, too.”

“Grogu. That’s his name.” You try it out a few times, letting it familiarise itself in your accent.

“I like it. Nearly as much as Din Djarin. It has a nice ring to it.” You hum, and lean back against one of several wooden tables. It’s full of overgrown plants, some stretching onto the floor and splaying out under your feet.

Your hands dig into the wooden plank behind you, and the easy breathing from before is basically cut off the second he looks up at you again. It goes a little quiet, the whistle of soft wind floating over the top of the thin roof. You can’t stand the waiting around.

“Listen, you don’t… I don’t know exactly what you were planning; but I’ll say whatever you need me to when we leave here. The last thing I want to do is start this partnership off on the wrong foot.” He doesn’t say anything, conveniently finding the floor very interesting all of a sudden. “They told me about what you are meant to… do. And I don’t want you to— no, you don’t have to— can you say something so I can stop talking, please?”

Your heart was racing and you wanted to swallow your tongue if it would get you to stop throwing words around because yeah, maybe you did want him to take off that giant helmet because at the very least you’d be able to see if he was scowling or rolling his eyes or—

Laughing.

He was laughing at you.

Only a little, and you could only tell by the slight rise of his shoulders before he corrects himself and straigtens, but you catch it.

“Are you laughing at me.” You tilt your head, gaping slightly at him.

“No.”

“Asshole.” Rolling your eyes, you take a deep breath. An easier breath.

“It’s okay. We— no one’s coming.” You sigh and nod your head. “You did good today.”

“Seriously?” Now you’re the one who laughs. “I nearly froze the second I got up there! If you weren’t up there I would have fallen on my ass. It was like all those helmets were staring into my soul.”

“It’s an old tradition, but they were happy to see it revived. The Forge is special to my people. You being there— they were glad for it.”

“And this?” You ask tentatively, curiosity nipping at your heels and urging you off the wall a little closer to him. “Is this all an old tradition, too?”

He readjusts with your new closeness, but he doesn’t move away. Instead, he angles towards you, the crib his little baby was in only just visible behind his looming frame. He shrinks you with the long span of his shoulders, and you try not to let your eyes float lower.

“In the Old Ways, Mandalore observed very… reserved marriages.” He shifts again, nearly brushing you, and your heart beats audibly loud. “In most cases, a marriage was simply a well cooked meal and a question with an answer.”

“They just asked to be married. That was it?” He nods.

“Someone would present a gift, or a meal, some who were more intimate than others might try to make it special. But in most cases, nothing would change. They would just be. As they were before, but forever linked by the knowledge they shared. We would never know if anyone was married if they didn’t write it down, or share it with members of their clan. It wasn’t something that was shared in small groups, and no outsiders could ever tell the difference.”

“I’m guessing they weren’t fans of PDA back then, either.” He shrugs, the movement brushing your arm. “So, how’d they get to this whole thing, then?”

“As the Old Way shifted with time, so did their customs. Partners became more common, and they felt there was something missing from their relationship. Something that set them apart from the other members of their clan.” You go to answer, and bite your own tongue again before you can. “Physical touch. Intimacy. Simple touches, a kiss—“

“Partners didn’t kiss in the Old Way?”

“They never removed their helmets. Not to anyone.”

“So how did they…” He stares at you. He was really going to make you finish. “Or they didn’t…?”

“They did. At least, at some point, in some way probably. But mostly, The Way uses foundlings as a foundation for our people. Most Mandalorians’ don’t have any blood relatives in their clans, and if they did, they might not even know.” You make a small ‘huh’ sound. “But when the times shifted, it developed into the marriage system we have now, at least in the Old Way. The newer Mandalorians take on a more universal form of marriage, but the Old Way is still changed. A Mandalorian is to never remove their helmet in front of another living thing.”

“Yeah. I know that part.” You smile and gesture to him, and he stares back. He doesn’t move, his focus deadly and on you.

“When you become a partner of that Mandalorian, you are no longer another being. You become… one being. We remove our helmets, and all differences between us are bared. The things that keep us safe are torn away, and we rebuild to something new. Something connected— forever bound. You never take off your helmet in front of another living thing— but we are no longer seperate. They are a part of you until you take your last breath, and long past it.” You are spellbound. Mesmerised by his words— it’s the only way to describe it. He spoke so passionately about this, and it was hard not to feel the same. It was clear he took this very seriously, and although there was a bad taste in your mouth that you were taking this moment away from him, you couldn’t help but notice his word choice.

We are no longer seperate.

“You don’t have to show me.” You say softly, and he takes another step. He nods. “Ever. I wouldn’t take that from you.”

“This is The Way.” His hands hang by his sides.

“It’s not my way.” The slightest tilt of his head clues that you have his attention. “In my way of life, I don’t do anything I don’t want to do. And this— this is important to you. It should be something you share with someone special. Someone you care for.”

He says nothing, but his hands twitch just slightly, and for a second you think he’s going to go through with it.

“The only time I want you to take your helmet off, is when you want to. You’ve… you’ve been kind to me. Respectful of my wishes, and I want to do the same.”

“I’ve done nothing.”

“And it’s enough.” It was true. He had done nothing to make you feel out of place, or uncomfortable. He’d pushed none of your boundaries, and he’d offered to help secure a lead to search for your parents killers. This… it was the least you could do. “Besides. I’m traditional. If we’re going to do the whole ‘Way’ thing, we can do it the way those old dudes did. Helmet stays on. That’s the Way.”

“This.” He corrects.

“What?”

“This is The Way.”

“Stars. Okay, I’m going to whack you in the head with this olive branch I’m extending if you’re going to correct my grammar.” You raise your eyebrows, crossing your arms in front of you. “So… we’re good with this?”

He nods, and then says your name. His voice now is not wavering. It was full again, a brassy baritone surrounding the small space between you. “I had one more thing to say,”

You nod, and look down to your feet. He’d moved so close his beskar boots were nearly touching your toes. You didn’t move away.

“This is not how I saw myself getting married.”

“Great start.”

“I’m not— I’m saying it’s not what I imagined for myself. I’m not sure if I ever thought I would…” You nod. Wordlessly understanding. “When I agreed to this, I was still unsure. But, I I want you to know I have no doubts, now. Seeing you, hearing what my people think of you… your planet, your family— I will be what you need. I swear it on Mandalore herself. As long as it serves us, we will rule together, as equals.”

“Equals.” You blink at him, enthralled. It’s hard not to be. When someone as stoic as him speaks so passionately about you… it has an effect. Apparently, more of an effect than you were prepared for, because you find yourself having to think about the promises you made him yourself.

That this was just business. Just a professional contract.

“I want to rule with you. I won’t repeat my planets mistakes. I know an ally when I see one. A decent person. A good heart.” He faces you straight on, and it was the second time in the span of a few weeks you’d thought about how easy it would be for him to kiss you. If he was anyone else, you might have done it by now. “I want to do this with you by my side. And I want to be by yours.”

You didn’t have words. For a Queen that had an affinity for charm, to weave a web of intricate patterns of conversation and pull information out of the coolest of characters, Din Djarin left you utterly speechless. You couldn’t stop your hand as it reached for him.

He looked down instantly, watching the bare skin of your hand graze over the pauldron of his armour. The contrast did something to him. You know it. He locked onto it like a trained missile, tracking the light trace of your gentle fingers until they stopped just before his elbow. You shudder a breath, and whisper to him that you want that too.

His hand moves next, a calculated move that holds the wrist of your free arm. The shift means he has to step forward, bringing himself to press against you. Your eyelashes flutter, nearly brushing beskar, as he slowly tilts your arm up and intertwines your fingers. The melt of your hand in his rests between both your heaving chests, and he tries to speak. Whispers your name so lowly you wouldn’t hear it unless it was as deadly quiet as it is.

He raises your interlocked hands up higher, and there’s only one place they would be going. Only one destination that he’s chosen. When your knuckles bump lightly on the sharp edge of his helmet, you bite down your tongue. The cool beskar disappears as he moves your hands just a bit lower and dip them under… and he’s soft there. A soft, giving material hidden under the hardest metal known to the discovered universe, and then he pushes you up.

The whole thing probably takes less than a few seconds, but time nearly slows to a stop with his hands in yours. He was going to show you what equals meant. He was going to show you him. Your chest was tight, body locked in a way that only the parts he was touching were lose and mouldable. You want to… you want to see him. This is something you want, because he wants it.

Your own fingers stretch out, and the helmet moves half an inch upwards.

There’s a sliver of skin. A tanned, cut jaw that you catch, and you shuffle closer, entranced. It’s selfish and dangerous but you want to be closer, want to rip the helmet off him like a kid at christmas, impatient and shaking.

Just as you indulged your most selfish desire in the slightest, leaned forward so you could press the thin wave of your dress closer, an earth-shattering boom came from outside, and the sandy ash of the desert painted the entire world bright orange. You were thrown to the side, glass breaking under your weight as you went flying into the misted glass of the greenhouse. You heard him shout your name; something strong, something to cling to as your head slumped toward the concrete floors.

The last thing you saw was his gloved hands reaching for you before everything went black.

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[sesamie]

16-song playlists masterpost of my dear friends who have made one:

mine (nauta sesamie) : here

astra @gender-void-partially-stars : here

freddie @freddiegoesmetal : here

orpheus @walterdecourceys : here

roswell @psihawaii : here

nora @blorb0 : here

rowan @starlitecoupe : here

(if you don't know, we're trading tasting playlists of our music tastes, because long playlists are intimidating and procrastinatable!! this is a simple way to share your fav music with your friends :) msg me to add one onto this list or tag me in the post abt it)

[wanderingconstellations]

“Your eyes. They remind me . . . of the stars„

﹐✦﹒STATUS — “dead„ + “burnttt outtt to the core!!„

﹐✧﹒REQS — CLOSED

﹐✦﹒ASK — OPEN

﹐✧﹒MSGS — OPEN

╰► “CRAWLING BACK TO YOU . . . „

ABOUT THE WANDERER . . .

yua! 2/25. she/her. infp. height? 4'8. absolutely adores scara. writes mostly smut. asian. turning 20 next year, sighs. adores and an absolute fanatic of books, writing, art, music and dancing 🫶

extra info? —— none. haven't made a carrd yet. other way to contact me is thru disc. otherwise you can contact me on tumblr. I only write on tumblr and ao3. if you see my works anywhere else, such as ai bots or on another website, please contact me immediately.

╰► masterlist // dni // req rules // tag list // anon list

✧ — WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

╰► genshin impact & hsr

✧ — WHAT AM I WORKING ON? BUSY?

╰► requests and researching how other characters act . . .

✧ — CHARACTERS THAT I CAN WRITE

╰► any, just not any characters out of my league. for ex. any characters from cod, jjk, or any other fandoms.

✧ — WHAT ELSE?

╰► probably gonna make a carrd, revamp my account, and some stuff. idk.

BEFORE READING MY FICS

╰► YUA HERE!!

I just want to mention how I mostly do smut and dark content but I won't deny of doing fluff or any angst either! All u gotta do is just ask!

My schedule occasionally gets crowded, which leaves writing not able to fit in. I apologize if I just go silent dead for the next few weeks or days. I'm a living being and also have to keep up with my academics.

Don't come at me saying why I do female reader when I write smut, it's because I'm a female myself and I'm just doing what's comfortable with me. If you don't like my work, just block or ignore it, it's not that hard.

There's rare times where I actually do non con. I don't do non con all the time since I know that most people are going to feel uncomfortable with it.

I usually don't warn whether in my writings whether they're non con or what kinks are in it. Please, just kindly ask me to add tags and I'll do it.

Don't be afraid to req or msg me!! Occasionally I'm going to be free<33

FAVORITE WRITERS (wip)

@ciarchivez — a mutual of mines, their works are fucking good. I love them 🫶

@strwbmei — delicious hi3 & hsr smut. would absolutely devour them.

@scara6 — rec their account. their work is also very tasty 🙏

@hiraethsdesires — absolutely adore the mara's will. bit underrated, I love them 🫶

@hitomisuzuya — delicious, devouring scara smut. I recommend them!!

@scaraswh0re — LOVE THE IDOL FICS!! they're also an amazing writer <33

@darling--core — recommend them sm, I absolutely adore the yan hcs<33

@serenitiiy — underrated!! a must read as the writer is super sweet themselves!! 🫶

@returningluv — devours. I love them.

@torntoblivion — already ate the plate along with the food. i'm too gay for their arlecchino works.

[puppygirlsideblog]

haiiiii am puppy i mean person :3

this is a sideblog because puppy/hypno-posting on main is scawy =w= so i made this!

THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI

bratty trans pup i mean human, self taught hypnotist and puppy trainer <3 (i might start doing files at some point) feel free to send me asks n msgs, i love barking talking to people, especially fellow pups~

DNI LIST

Sissy/Bambi blogs CisHet men People over 35 Minors (stated above) TERFs

Tags below cut

#barking - posts that i actually add things to or are original #petting - either asks, tags, or other direct interaction #puppy nonsense - just random reblogs that i add nothing to #fetch - tag games and such #archive - posts from before i migrated this blog to its own account note - i also generally like to tag posts where im interacting with the blog im interacting with, or with anon if its an anon ask

[oxymorayuri]

have you ever written about ace reassuring his plus size partner who was having a bad body image day? preferably gender neutral but not necessarily

No, not yet, but that could still happen! I don't know how I didn't think of it myself; Ace cheering reader up and boosting her ego?

I need to write that!

However at the moment my requests are closed. I will add the idea to my drafts but unfortunately it will take a while until I write something new because I want to update my two other fancfic's first :3 [I mayyybe neglected my favorite fic a little bit too much... :x]

Feel free to comment or msg me who wants to be on the tagging list; kiss kiss ^////^

with love your yuri ♡

[naomihatake]

holyshit im in love with your series "in search of freedom" like omg it's so beautifully written???? and the witch concept 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

can you pls add @zoromyluv to your taglist (in my other acc but somehow im not able to msg from it :/)

anyways have a great day or night <3

I started giggling and kicking my feet when I realized someone sent me an ask about "In search of freedom" kagskahakahaka

I'm so happy you like the fic <33 thank you so much for taking from your time to write me this kind comment, I really appreciate it.

I will never be able to express how happy I get when I know people like my work. 😭

Of course i'll to add you to the tag list 😌

Take care and have a great day/night as well <33

[barefoothighlander]

If there’s a tag list for absolution I want in. If not I’ll gladly be the first

Quick note- I have tag lists for all my fics! I don't have any formal system for being added but if you leave a reply or msg me I'll add you to whichever one you like. :)

[bussyslayer333]

i had some people ask abt a tag list and i realised i didn’t have one (oops hehe)

so if u want to be added send me an ask or msg and i’ll add u!! u can specify if there’s anything you do or don’t want to be tagged in as well ofc :)

ty <3

[dlxxv-vetted-donations]

Please help Ahmed Zandah and Dina, I will add more arrows for every update that they get no donation.

I'd also like to finish up at least 1 campaign on this list before archiving it and opening November's and Dina is the closest to her goal, so please support her if you can.

Random tags | I'd appreciate a share/donate | msg me here for removal from tag list

@elioneli @imanes @rusted-blue @dosrg @soft-displacement

@q-starhalo @lowtierengineer @oliveish @calhaspam @melissa-titanium

@couriers-mile @toothflowers @beybuniki @divorceojisan @slitherbop

October Vetted Campaign List

My other promos | Urgent Palestinian college fundraisers

These are small goals to get funds for campaigns that are moving very slowly and/or have nobody focusing on them. I highly encourage that you adopt one if you can.

Updated: Oct 30

Rewaa @rewaa99: vet.

Paypal, Venmo, credit/debit: USD $ 7,477 7,537 / 8,500.

Very low on funds: Ahmed Zandah @ahmednser: vet, gazavetters sheet #37. Is for evacuation. Stagnating ⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️

Paypal, credit/debit: € 487 722 / 2,000. Obnoxious text removed upon donation.

Maher @maherdahalan: gazavetters sheet #35. Stagnating

Paypal, credit/debit: € 2,637 2,722 / 4,100.

Dina @dina179: vet, #245 on sheet. Stagnating ⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️

Credit/debit: CAD $ 14,420 15,525 / 16,000. Obnoxious text removed upon donation.

Paypal (see under cut for proof of trustworthiness)

See post: Help the Al-Habil family survive October.

PayPal, credit/debit: € 14,155 14,851 / 15,600.

Very low on funds: Issam @esamadnan94: gazavetters sheet #205.

PayPal, credit/debit: € 612 912 / €2,100.

Mohammed Salama @ameertaims: vet, gazavetters sheet #90. Stagnating

Credit/debit: SEK 29,217 33,351 / 45,000. $10 USD = 105 SEK

On hold, see here: See post: Ahmad Waleed's family needs a new tent.

Paypal, Venmo, credit/debit: USD $ 10,100 11,437 / 12,700 (full amount for tent).

On hold, I'm trying to contact: @aboodnemer, @anqar: vet, vet. Stagnating!!! ⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️⬅️

Paypal, Google Pay, credit/debit: € 19,866 / 20,000. Final goal on gfm (for now). Obnoxious text removed upon donation

@/dina179 Paypal. Here is a link to the QR code which takes you to the app.

[ID in alt text for all images]

Done (for now):

Close to final goal: Ahmad @children-gaza: vet.

Paypal, credit/debit: € 10,205 11,788 / 11,700.

Final goal: €15,000 (not including additional fees, I'm speaking to Ahmad right now)

Dina Mahammed @dina-my-family: vetted by association

Paypal, Venmo, credit/debit: USD $ 13,741 15,210 / 15,200

[maddasherxxbeautyroom]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Poshmark Offical Merch: Thank You Cards BRAND NEW!!.

[chaoticweevil]

pinned msg/intro!! 📌

this is kinda long so I'll add a cut so u don't gotta scroll every time u look at my account lmao but important info is below!! check it out if ur gonna follow :]

hi there! im rain aka chaotic aka whatever u wanna call me idc!! I am 20, I use they/he prns and I like art n music :]

this is my side blog for art n stuff, I also post beetlejuice (and whatever other cartoon hyperfixation im on)

my main account is @zombievenom n over there is where I post music/bandom stuff (MCR mostly) and just like. whatever other random shit I feel like reblogging lmao

I might not be suuper active here as my art motivation and interests come n go (im kinda back on the MCR grind again so im mostly using my main atm haha)

anywayzzz erm the tags I use are:

#my post for my original posts (so not reblogs)

#art tag for anything that's art (mine and others)

#/fandom or character tags for whatever fandom/characters I'm posting/reblogging about

uhh I forget what else. when I use new ones ill add them lol

also I'm more active on twitter so go follow me over there if u want!!! my main (for MCR) is @/zombieven0m and my alt (for art) is @/cha0ticweevil :3

oh an ill have my interests listed below so if u like any of these things u should mutual me!!!! :] just comment here or like shoot me an ask or smth so I know u want to!!

beetlejuice (obv lmao), my chem, frank iero & gerard ways solo stuff, ghost (the band), green day, adventure time, gravity falls, night in the woods, hollow knight, I can't remember what else but chances are if u ask me about an indie game or cartoon I'll know it

[sovngardian]

hi there, i'm elodie/juniper! 28, irl equestrian & witch. my music taste ranges from pop punk trash to morgan wallen to frank sinatra. autistic af and strictly she/they/them.

i'm a literate writer who's been in and out of forum rps since 2010. i'm a w h o r e for angst, drama and cheesy romance and also love horror, action and adventure as secondary genres. i lean towards femme characters BUT i have plenty of male muses. <33

love fantasy, medieval, regency era and modern au's! smut is reserved for chemistry and my characters are all canon divergent. a lot of them are OCs replacing canons or alternate timelines of certain verses.

this acc is a multi muse space hyper fixated on bridgerton, the last kingdom, the 100 and any or all heavy fantasy related things (elves? fairies? witch craft? scrumptupus.) adaptable, multi verse and for the most part multi ship! single ships will be tagged when my muse list is up and are usually the characters i connect w and value the most. feel free to add or msg me on disc @ jupjters.

anyways!!! trying to find like minded accs to follow n interact with. <33 i have zero artistic skills, my blog appearance will probably be boring until i'm able to spruce things up

[nyuzip]

hi my name is kayla but u can call me kay or faye!

'07 ୨୧ isfp ୨୧ aquarius feb 5. ୨୧ filo

tags i'll be using!

# nyuzip ୨୧ (my writings)

# kay. . . speaks ୨୧ (misc posts)

# kay. . . recs ୨୧ (self-explanatory)

# msgs. . . ୨୧ (asks)

i'll add more in the future ❦

rules

i'll mostly write for tbz and enha ! other groups will be listed in my masterlist and carrd for future reference

requests are welcome, but they won't be put out immediately. i'll be posting them at my own pace

every like, comment, and reposts is appreciated ! tysm !

please be kind & respectful in my community

do not spam like, thank you, enjoy ur stay ᵔᴗᵔ

NYUZIP 2023 ─ do not use/steal my work