#tickle toughts

[alechans-cutetickles]

💕Cutest crossover tickle sceneration💕

🇺🇸:I'm thinking of an a crossover of the murder drone character and the digital circus character in a sleepover that decide to doing an a tickle fight just cuz they want to play together 🥹💓💞

🇮🇹:io penzo ad un crossover su i personnagi di murder drones e i personaggi di digital circus nell pigama party che decidono di fare una guerra dell solletico solamente pk volgiono giocare inzieme 🥹💓💞

[seungkwanniee]

pairing : idol!seventeen x fem!reader

genre : angst , little fluff too

warnings : eating disorder , anorexia , bulimia , vomit (seungkwan , vernon , dino) , mention of food , mention of starving for hours (seungkwan) , half naked body (joshua) , pet names

synopsis : s.o. having truble with food

an : it's a really deep topic to be written , so if you don't feel comfortable with it , I ask you to not read it. I tried to not making it tooo angst and I think you can deffo say it (i'm a little dissatisfied 😭). Plus, I've been through this , so I know what i'm talking about.

(masterlist)

SCOUPS 』

wants to talk to you as soon as he notice the bad habit you was growing

when one day he got off pratice later, and see that you prepared a meal only for him, he decided that it was the day

the excuse "I've already eaten" was too weak for him, didn't belived it for a sec

drags your chair closer to him effortlessly

"what's up with you, sweetheart?"

he leans closer to your face, now his breath slightly tickling your neck

hand on your thing, while the other tucks your hair behind your ears

looks up at you with puppy mixed authoritative look

would stay silent until you don't open your mouth to give him explanations

deffo would put you between his legs, feeding you and pratically forcing you to eat

looks at you so proudly when you finish a meal

JEONGHAN 』

he is smart, he knows immediatly when something is off

notice how he doesn't catch you eating your favorite snack at the same anymore, they aren't even in your kitchen shelf anymore

starts buying it for you, but he is pouts when he sees that you still don't eat them. All the red packaging sitting there waiting to be opened

"love, can I know why you don't eat your snacks? you don't like them anymore?"

he acts dumb, he wants to hear the reason slip out your mouth

when you admit your fears to him, he decides to actually take control

(as the relationship is public) he decide to do lives togheter while eating, trying to distact you from what you are actually doing

JOSHUA 』

he opens the bathroom door without thinking too much 'bout it, he tought you was napping in your shared room

well, it wasn't really like this

"oh, im sor- honey..."

he was about to leave when he noticed you was in bathroom instead, but rethinking his choice when he see the scene folding in front of his eyes

from above your clothes, he didn't notice how thin you've got. He is blaming himself for sure

his eyes looks at your tiny and fragile figure, only underwear was covering you

shivers go downs his spine when he can see clearly the form of your ribs

"come here, don't look at it" he refers to the nosense number written down here

and when he talks about it to Jeonghan, blaming himself, oh man he is crying like a kid when he don't get what he wants

JUN 』

Jun is so lost when you don't accept your usually month chinese resturant date

he overthinks it so much: "I made her angry?" "I forgot a date?"

but he will just overthink all alone, by himself. Maybe it's not just the right week for your date, university can be stressing

He would ask some days later, hoping you was craving Chinese food as he was

but when he recives another no, I think he might tear up

"i'm asking Minghao then"

may sound mad, but he was the saddest man living right now

you can notice his little pout and his eyes was saying evrything he wasn't

that's when you decided to tell him the truth behind your rejecting, it hurts you see your man like this

he is in shock when you confess him your worrys

he holds your waist, reassuring you

"we can eat something delicious togheter? only a little bit"

loving him bye

HOSHI 』

when he runs into you, crying in front of a meal, he is so shocked

he would pout for a sec, too stunned to move

at the start, he don't even thinks that the main problem it's right in front of him

he hugs you, letting your head rest on his stomach, petting your hair

"cutie, something happened at work? someone said something to you?"

PANICKED BOY

when the only thing he can hear are your little sobs, he coups your face making you look him straight on his face

when you finally open to him, he is almost crying too. How his beloved can think this strict of her?

cuddle until you fall asleep, while his mind a mess of solutions he is trying to think

WONWOO 』

you climb on the bed with a bowl with the only things you've been eating lately

you like to sit here and watch your pretty gamer boyfriend playing some dumb games

you tought he wouldn't even notice you, seeing how immersed in the game he is everytime

but it wasn't really like this

"can i know why I only see you eating bananas and ice"

he turns around togheter with gamer chair, moving to his neck his headphones. Sign to tell you indirectly that his attention is all on you now

makes jump from surprise for his deep but caring voice and for his sudden moves

absolutely panicked because you don't know if to tell him the truth

moves his head on the side with an halfmoon smile to encourage you to speak

once he knows how the things actually are, he have the sweetest words for you

starts to buy recipes book so you can have baking dates and you can eat properly

WOOZI 』

usually, when you are around his studio, you would order something to eat togheter

anyway, this was the third time that you didn't even mention food

from his comfy chair, he eyes you laying on the little sofa playing with your silly games on the phone

despite he's being busy clicking something on his laptop, he would notice how you clutch your stomach painfully

so, he just decide to order you two food without even telling you

knows you too well to already know that you would reject every kind of food he would propose

he wasn't even hungry, but he will not let her girlfriend eat all alone knowing she is struggling

"ji, did you ordered food?"

you frown when a bag of tteokbokki already cooked it is delivered to the studio door

just smirks, already saved everything on his computer so now nothing can disturb your meal

DOKYEOM 』

today Jeonghan and Seungkwan invited over some of you to eat dinner

you was mad nervous, after some weird thoughts invaded your mind

"baby, we already done it so many times, why you're nervous today?"

he looks at you for a sec worried

one hand on the wheel, while the other caress your knee

you don't want to worry him, it would just ruin the dinner because he is worried for you

you shake it off, knowing tho he didn't buy it

but you're safe for now, no?

no you weren't

as soon as you two get out of the car, he grabs your wrist making you lean closer to his chest

"I can tell something is bothering you, plese don't lie to me"

he cups your cheeks, looking at you straight into your eyes

they look so worried, so you know your making things worst for not letting him know as he should, so you decide to tell him

he reassures you the whole dinner, not forcing you to eat to not making you overwhelmed

a kiss on your forhead or on you cheeks every now an then is a must. It's like he is saying he is here for you

MINGYU 』

he ALWAYS cooks for you, never letting you doing it

(also because you are a mess at cooking)

meanwhile he is cooking, you'd always be around him, trying to eat something

tho, today it's not like this

he finds so weird and empty the kitchen without you messing around

but he just thinks you are busy studing for your upcoming exam

it couldn't go worst when he calls you because the food is ready, and you reject it

"baby, why you're acting weird today?"

he comes to your room with a plate of food, a no isn't in his list

when you say for the umpteenth time that you aren't hungry, and him not buying it, you decide to admit it

"baby..." he slightly pouts wrapping his arms around you

"tell me something you would eat now, i'm making it"

would cook you thousand dishes only to see you eating

MINGHAO 』

gives you a side eye when you reject the snack he was trying to feed you

but this looked too weird to him

he can see how you aren't focused at all on the tv playing a comedy film

you were eyeing the food your boyfriend was putting in his mouth

"i'm full, eat them"

liar, he could ate another thousand of them but he wanted you eat them

he leans closer the plate to you, so you can easly picking it

boy wasn't going to give up when neither this time you were eating it

so he just decide to cling on you, and feeding you them

at this point you were too hungry to say no

SEUNGKWAN 』

it was common that Seungkwan mother would pack some leftovers for you two, as you both adore her kitchen

when Seungkwan come home with a bowl of food, you involuntarily wrinkle your nose in disapproval

he was OFFENDED, like how you can make a face for HIS mother food

you didn't want to expose yourself too, so you just keep it quite

he started to eat alone, giving you side eye

but he was feeling too bad for you, you wasn't eating dinner and you should always eat properly

"come here" he pat his tight, giving you an hint

the chopstick he was holding were keeping in balance the food

you really wanted to say no, but you didn't want to make him more upset and you didn't touch food since last night

you were going almost one day without feeding yourself that you were scared you was going to throw up as soon as you would put something in your mouth

you end up sitting on his lap, being feeded by your boyfriend that was making you laugh so much

VERNON 』

vernon didn't minded that much when you quickly got up and went straight to the bathroom

you don't stay in it for too much, so why he should worry for something innocent?

he would bump in you eating late at night, a pretty good amount of food

he would just think that you're cute with your cheeks fluffly and full of food

he kiss your cheek, mess with your hair and go to sleep again after whising you a goodnight

he started to get suspicious when a day, after having snacks, he heard weird noises inside of it

"babe? you kay?" he knocks the bathroom door

deffo not okay as you don't answer him and the worrying noise continue

now he can't do nothing but enter even without your permission

the scene folding in front of her eyes completely breaks his cold heart

you kneeling in front of the toilet, your arms shaking and your back going up and down because of his sobs WASN'T something he wanted ever see

patting your head, trying to mantain his calm behavior because its what you need right now

never ever letting you using the bathroom after eating again

DINO 』

"take a bite" he hands you the sandwich he was eating

Dino got hungry mid day, so he just decided to do a sandwich, not before asking you if you wanted to eat too

he was feeling guilty eating right in your face, without you having atleast a bite

how you can't be hungry too?

"come on honey" he repeats after you shaked your head

he can't do nothing, he can't see you looking at him eating. You should eat properly too

Dino at the end of the day always wins with you, but at what cost?

as soon as the sandwich touches your tongue, a weird and annoying feeling it expands in your mouth

you quickly get up running to the bathroom, the feeling of thorwing up was too strong to let you pretend nothing

he drops the sandwhich, don't even know where, and he runs after you

completly blaming himself for pushing you and don't noticing something was off

he holds your hair back, caressing your back and apologizing maybe too many times

after this, now he always make sure he doesn't force you in ANYTHING

it kinda traumatized him

[maybedraws-things]

The way that bill says : "Everyone has a weakness tought guy" made me think that Ford also lee! so I think Bill knows and I try to get the information out of him with tickle torture AHH I LOVE THIS THEORY THAT CAME TO ME

[kasagia]

Lovers to strangers

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/The Darkling x fem!Lantsov princess! reader Summary: The worst thing that can happen is to go from a passionate, ardent feeling to cold indifference. Turning the people you held dearest into strangers. But could YOUR Aleksander ever be a stranger to you again? You have to choose what is more important to you. Ravka and the crown that is rightfully yours, or the man who trampled on your naive, young heart. The choice should be simple... right? Word Count: 8.9k Inspired by: Chance Peña - Lovers to strangers Taglist: @aoi-targaryen @il0vebeingdelulu @chelseyyouraverageluigi ~•♤♤♤•~ Aleksander Morozova's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ Main Masterlist

The evenings at the Little Palace were your favourites.

Especially since, from the window of Aleksander's chambers, you had no view of the Grand Palace—your golden cage.

Princess of Ravka. A prisoner in her own country. Well... at least there was one place in the capital where you didn't feel like you were locked in.

Or rather, a bed...

"I can hear your toughts…" the man cuddling up to you mumbles into your collarbone. You can't help but giggle at the feeling of his soft lips brushing against your skin. The feeling of his rough beard gives you pleasant shivers.

"I thought Grisha couldn't read in minds… unless you have another special ability of which I don't know, my general." you say teasingly, stroking his hair.

You can't help but touch this dangerous man. Something has drawn you to him since the first day you came back to Os Alta after Nikolai's disappearance. And as you managed to get a taste of this incredible man, you wanted more and more.

"I have many things that you don't know yet, moya tsarevna. I am a danger. I will break your heart if you trust me so blindly."

"Saints, I love when you speak old Ravkan." you say, leaning in to kiss him again. "Besides, you can't break something that doesn't exist."

It doesn't take long for him to kiss you back. His hand is immediately on your check as he pushes you back on the pillows. He hoovers above you, his lips (far from being gently) moving against yours as his tongue is slipping into your mouth like a snake. He conquers you in every sense of the word.

"Aleksander..." you moan, brushing against him.

"Your grace." he says teasingly, and then completely moves away from you. You look at him furious and offended as the frustration grows inside you. "My little brat. She always has to have what she wants, right?"

"You should know better than to challenge me. I am the heir to the throne, your princess."

"If I remember correctly, you have two older brothers." he points out, placing soft kisses on your collarbone. His beard tickles gently, only further amplifying the fluttering butterflies in your stomach.

"If I remember correctly, I have a general of the Second Army as my secret lover. The Darkling. With your shadows by my side and our combined intelligence and manipulation skills? We are unstoppable."

"Who said I wouldn't betray you? That I wouldn't make myself tsar and take you as my concubine or mistress?" he asks darkly, smiling slyly at you. His pearly teeth gleam menacingly, only making you laugh.

"You won't. You love me too much… Besides…" you lean closer to him and put the dagger to his throat. He laughs a little as he notices that it is the weapon that he had hidden under his pillow. "I'm much more than just a pretty face and royal blood. If you betray me, nothing will stop me from making you my enemy. It works both ways, Aleksander. If you hurt me, I will hurt you back. I won't sit and cry over my fate. I am creating my legacy and future. Not any men."

"I see." he grabs you by your hips and pushes on the headboard of the bed. You moan as he takes the dagger from you and puts it on your throat. "But don't you think this is better? You under me, trembling with desire." he whispers seductively into your ear. And you almost surrender to his touch and the seductive tone of his voice. Almost...

"You don't want an obedient toy. You want an equal. Only I can be one." you say confidently as you two stare into each other's eyes. You both breathe fast and heavily. You reach your hand towards his and put it on the tip of the dagger. "You wouldn't drag me to your bed if you didn't see it. You despise my family, just as I do, and Ravkans, but here you are: in bed with the princess of Ravka. And we both know that is not all about power, connections, or being part of a greater plan, is it?"

He looks at you deeply, watching your every little reaction as he leans towards you. His shadows play around; a few of them are climbing onto the bed and gently brushing against you two. You tremble with pleasure as you feel them on your hot skin. You moan, pressing yourself against him. You feel the coldness of the metal against your skin, and a little drop of blood slowly falls down on your chest.

He throws the dagger away and uses his tongue to lick the trace of blood on your skin. He sucks up the little wound he made a few seconds ago. You see the shadows getting around you as he loses himself in you.

"You're mine, Aleksander." you whisper into his ear. "And we are all we need anyway. Only I am able to see and embrace the darkness within you." you feel his moan at your words before you hear it. You tremble at his reaction.

"You will regret that, Y/N." he warns, or rather anticipates. You see the sincerity and concern in his eyes as they talk about how you will inevitably abandon him.

"Maybe. But not now." you gasp and pull him to you as you two kiss greedily. His hand goes to your waist, pressing you closer to him. You shiver as you feel the cold metal of his claw ring against your skin. "Sasha..."

"Say it again." he demands. His dark eyes glow against the shadows swirling around you. You lift your hand to caress his cheek softly and tenderly. Your fingertips brush against his chin as you slowly slide your hand down to his neck to trace the hickeys you've already given him.

"Sasha..." you moan as his lips brush against your jaw to tease your neck with their softness and warmth.

"Again." another silent command as the shadows begin to surround you more and more.

"Sasha... moi souveryni... moi ottenok (my shadow)." he silences you with a hard, demanding kiss, tangling his large hand in the back of your head and positioning you to suit his needs as he deepens the kiss, searching for your tongue.

Yes... the darkness of his chambers was definitely your favourite place on earth.

"Are you mad?” you huff, glaring at your elder brother.

You sit in your deceased father's chambers, discussing Ravka's fate in whispers among the nobility. Your eldest brother, Vasily, is chatting with some of the nobles, hoping that he will gain their sympathy as he is going to take the throne after your father. Little did he know that you two had other plans for Ravka.

"What? Do you have a better idea? Mother is going crazy, Vasily wants to play king, and the Grishas are about to start a civil war on us. There's no other way."

"I didn't become a widow just to fawn over some man again. Especially not over him. Besides, isn't he having eyes only on that Sun Summoner of yours?" you ask, nodding towards Alina, who is forced (as Vasily's fiancée) to stand by his side and listen to all the nonsense the nobles say.

"I'm not telling you to marry him... well, at least that's not what plan A is. Just approach him. Find out what he wants and whether he's willing to make arrangements with us. After all, you used to talk often. Especially at night in his chambers."

"Nikolai Lantsov, our father is lying dead in a coffin and you dare to remind me who I visited at night and who I didn't?"

"Please, as if you ever cared about that disgusting pig, who unfortunately for us was our father. Besides, you'd be curious too if I suddenly broke up with the love of my life and let our father sell me into marriage with Shu. Which was very surprising for all of us. You loved Kirigan. I know you did. And he felt the same." you roll your eyes at him, wondering where the bastard got this information since he wasn't in the palace at that time.

"And now I hate him. No. That's too much to say. I don't know him. I don't care about him. He's a stranger for whom I feel absolutely nothing. A traitor to the nation and the crown." you say, not hiding the anger in your voice.

"Don't say that as if we weren't called like that by our countrymen and subjects. But since you don't feel anything towards him, then I guess you won't be offended if I tell you that I solemnly invited him to negotiations regarding a possible settlement and peace?"

"What?! What did you… He agreed?" you ask him, shocked and annoyed that, after dropping such a bomb on you, he doesn't even dare look you in the eyes.

"Yes. As a sign of good will, we exchanged prisoners. I gave him back the Grishas he wanted, except for Genya, of course; it took the three of us a very long time to clear her name and guilt about killing our father. It would be too suspicious if we let her go so... easily." he nodded towards Alina, who was giving you a desperate look and asking for help. She was on the other side of the room with Vasily, who desperately tried to... get closer to her. "Sorry, I have to play hero. I just wanted to let you know that he agreed. He's coming tomorrow, right after the funeral." he says, and he approaches Alina to save her from the company of your brother and the nobility... and in the process, he saves himself from your wrath.

You shift your gaze from him to your hands and nervously start picking at your nails. You haven't seen HIM since you left Ravka to marry the Prince of Shu Han. When he treated you so vilely, putting the Sun Summoner on his pedestal, he forgot about you.

And you promised yourself a long time ago that you wouldn't let anyone neglect, humiliate, or disregard you. Especially to someone who isn't worth it. Who chose to ignore you when he meant the world to you.

That's why you decided to do the same as him and slightly modify your plans. Unfortunately, your husband turned out to be an idiot who did not meet your expectations and would only interfere with your grand plan. It's fortunate that he died.

"My princess." Genya's voice breaks you out of your thoughts. You shift your gaze to the woman in the red kefta. "Can I ask you for a minute of your time?"

"Of course." you say, leaving the room with the redhead. "Any news from David?" you ask as the two of you walk down the hall.

The nobles who pass you throw unfavourable glances at Grisha next to you, but you don't pay them any attention, or if you do, you give them a look that makes them look away from you.

"It's as if… he wrote that they were leaving their hideout and heading towards the palace." she speaks so quietly that only you can hear her.

Many things have changed since the Darkling's small, and fortunately unsuccessful, show of strength. The Grisha divided; most of them followed their general, wanting to finally gain some rights for themselves, and some of them stayed on the side of Alina and the crown.

So you had to return to the country quite quickly and strengthen the contacts with your spies. Your late husband's family was quite reluctant to let you go. Especially his younger brother, who was the only heir to the crown after his death... you could say that you and Niklaus started getting along much better after your husband's death.

Genya was a new addition. You had a pretty close relationship even before hell broke out in Ravka. You trusted her... within reason. And you were grateful to fate that she didn't join Alina. You didn't like the Sun Summoner... and it's very possible that private grudges played a large part in your dislike of her.

"How many of them?" you ask as you enter your office. The guards give you a curt bow and close the door behind you.

"Not enough for him to think about any plans of attack. But you can never be sure. I heard he acquired a new skill. He creates monsters from shadows. The nichevo'ya or something like that."

"He must be stupid to attack the palace now. We'll deal with his new skills later. For now, we need to locate Baghra. Where is she being held? Is she being held at all, and if not, where is she hiding? This old hag is the key to all of this. We can't do anything without her; we know as much as five-year-olds about the fold, amplifiers, and merzost." you say, flipping through the pages on your desk.

"Alina and Mal are working on locating another amplifier. They're scheduled to leave soon."

"Impossible. They're not going anywhere. I will not risk the lives of our only Sun Summoner and Compass to Morozova's amplifiers. The Darkling is heading this way; his men and spies may be anywhere, and recently, the number of Fjerdan provocations on our border has tripled."

"They won't stay locked up here."

"I am aware of this. But they won't move from here in the next two weeks. Our priority is peace with either the Darkling or the Fjerdan. We cannot wage two wars at once—civil and with another country. It's best if there's none, but I guess it is not possible. We have shed too much blood in the fold itself; we need to end this centuries-old conflict and not escalate it, because Ravka won't take any longer what is happening here."

"About that… I doubt that General… Darkling will be willing to compromise." you sigh, knowing full well that she could probably be right.

"Then we'll have to remove him from the picture." you say slowly, wondering if you were really ready for this.

"You mean..."

"I do not know yet." you interrupt her, not quite sure what you're going to do. And even if you knew, you had no intention of revealing such plans to anyone. "It depends on what the situation requires of us. Alina is too young to be a general. She may be a symbol of hope and a new, better future, but she is not fit to lead an entire army. And the Darkling… is unpredictable and out of any control."

"You miss him, don't you?" her question slightly catches you off guard.

You tried your hardest not to think... about him. Or what could have been if things between you went differently. You simply couldn't afford it. You had to be strong for Ravka, your subjects, and your brothers. And thinking about Aleksander certainly wouldn't make your situation any better.

"I… I think I miss the idea of him that I created in my mind. I miss the man I thought I knew. But in the end, he turned out to be like… just like anyone else."

"Like all powerful men." she sums up your statement, staring at the window behind you.

"Exactly." you nod, thinking about what she must have gone through under your father. That's why, whoever would take the throne, you promised yourself that you would make sure that there would be a whole new era for Ravka. "Genya." you call after her before she leaves your office.

"Yes, my princess?"

"Make sure you make time for David. After this hell… you two deserve the best." you give her a small smile before sending her away. You sigh, rubbing your hand over your forehead. There were so many things to plan and very little time.

But you can't help but think about Aleksander. There were rumours that the fold had destroyed it. That he had become crazy, ruthless, and devoid of any empathy or conscience.

Your hands involuntarily move to the cabinet and open it. You take the bracelet he gave you into your hands. Now you know that it had a special, rare piece of metal in it that allowed Durast to locate you from miles away—an ability Darkling must have used many times in the past. You made sure it was deleted, but... sentiment didn't let you throw it away. You don't know why. Or at least you don't want to admit to yourself this little weakness from the past.

"Why do you want to rule Ravka?" you frown at his question. You open your eyes and turn to the side to look at his face.

You took a little trip outside the palace. You were lying in a clearing in the forest on a picnic blanket. Your head was resting on Aleksander's stomach. One of his hands was lazily running through your hair, and the other was playing with your own hand.

"Why not? I would look nice on stamps and coins." you laugh carelessly, playing with his fingers.

"Answer the question." he says seriously, sitting up. Your head rests on his lap as he leans over you and looks at you with those piercing eyes of his, analysing your every little reaction.

"I don't want Ravka to look like it does now. Vasily is... like our father, conservative, without any new ideas, wanting to continue repeating established patterns. And Nikolai... is too controversial. He has revolutionary views, and the rule of both will end in a civil war. I don't want us to shed any more blood. Grisha and Ravkan... we are one. We are the same. Only you live a little longer and have additional benefits from your powers, but... it doesn't change the fact that we are born and die the same way. We believe in the same thing, and we want the same thing."

"Which is?" he asks, whispering, his dark eyes trained on you the entire time.

"Peace." you say, leaning back into him and closing your eyes. Sunlight filters through the treetops, illuminating your face. You sigh, wrapped in the warmth of your beloved Aleksander's arms and his scent. "Love." you add, opening your eyes and giving him a small, uncertain smile.

"You want to be loved?" he asks, disbelieving that someone like you, the daughter of the Lantsov family, could only want something so... simple. You always talked about taking power with ambition and fire in your eyes. He never thought that you didn't want it out of pure greed, but simply out of a desire to make Ravka better. Just like him.

"Everyone wants it. Even you, my mighty and scary shadow summoner." you snap him out of his thoughts by lifting your hand and caressing his bearded cheek. "And trust me when I say that I can give you all of the love of this world that you need."

"You don't know everything about me." he denies, knowing full well that you would run away from him, terrified, and that all your love for him would evaporate the moment you found out he was the Black Heret.

"You don't know everything about me either, sweetheart. I see your darkness. I see your struggles. You won't scare me away. You cannot. No amount of your shadows and the darkness of the past will do that." you promise, and he looks at you in shock. You push yourself up on your elbows and kiss him sweetly and lazily.

You act as if you have all the time in the world, and the only thing that matters is the two of you. And he allows himself to lose himself for a moment in this little fantasy you created with him in a forgotten clearing near the fountain dedicated to the Starless Saint.

"Eya fyela chi, moya tsarevna. For as long as I breathe. We shall rule together. Side by side." he whispers against your lips, and he's no longer sure who he's trying to fool. You or himself.

"I want nothing more, Aleksander." you reply, straddling him and cupping his neck as you pull him in for another kiss.

And he realises a very sad and bitter truth. That never before, in anyone else's arms, under anyone else's touches, kisses, and whispers of love and adoration, had he felt so happy and at peace as he did with you.

"Wow. Did Genya help you?" you snort at your brother's reaction as you enter the council room.

"What? Can't I dress nicely myself?" you mock him gently, laughing. You could slightly improve your appearance with the help of your favourite Grisha. After all, you had to show yourself to your ex somehow. And you were going to make sure the bastard would squirm, upset and mad that he wasn't with you anymore.

"Yes, you can, but you usually don't. Is this for a certain dark rebel general?" he teases with you, at which you roll your eyes.

"NO. And I wish you wouldn't insinuate such things. I'm not saying you're dressing up for the Sun Summoner or for that squaller of hers who's arguing with her all the time. Exactly! Who are you ultimately in love with? I haven't been able to keep up with the updates lately. You know. Saving my country from the fire of rebellion, and so on."

"You know what... I was going to wait here with you to spare you a one-on-one confrontation with our very peaceful and cute Darkling... BUT I remembered that Alina was waiting for me. Will you entertain your ex until we get here? Thanks, sister." he winks at you, smiling when he sees your expression fall, and he heads towards the exit, humming.

"Son of a bitch." you mutter under your breath as he walks past you.

"Yes, indeed!" he replies with an even bigger smile. You can only laugh and shake your head at him as he leaves you alone in the room.

You pace around the room, nervously picking at the bracelet on your wrist.

This was supposed to be the first time you would see him since you left for Shu Han and married their prince there. You heard that he changed after the events in the fold. That he went crazy about Alina and became obsessed with HIS Sun Summoner. His lust for power and greed only increased his dark madness, which made even his most trusted Grisha fear.

You heard rumours that he always had shadow monsters by his side and that he received a souvenir from his volcras in the form of black scars marring his face. Though you're not sure if anything can disfigure him.

Somehow, you feel him approaching. Before he touches the door handle, you know he's behind it. You lean against the table with Ravka's map on it and wait. Your heart beats rapidly as the silence of the room is broken by the sound of the door opening.

He doesn't come in right away. He freezes the moment he sees you. You take in his new appearance carefully, less surprised to see him than he is to see you. He has a few black scars on his face, his complexion is sallower, and his eyes are cloudy, probably from lack of sleep.

"Kirigan." you say, as he still doesn't make any moves towards you. The sound of your voice wakes him from his trance. He closes the door behind him, letting in a single shadow creature that follows silently behind him. You only stare at it for a moment before your gaze returns to his dark irises, which have been staring at you continuously since he opened the door.

"Princess." he watches you carefully, as if looking for any flaw—the slightest shake in your stoic and unflappable demeanour. Something that would prove to him that you're not better off without him. "I've heard about your husband's death. My sincere condolences." he says it in the most insincere tone you've ever heard.

"Thank you. It is very hard. He was such a good husband. Possibly the best I could come across." you say, smiling sadly, which only angers him more.

You see him press his lips into a thin line. His dark eyes never leave you, as he takes in every new detail in your appearance. His shadow monsters stand obediently behind him.

"Is this necessary?" you ask, nodding towards the shadow creature.

"Does it scare you? My Nichevo'ya are always with me." he says, as if to challenge you.

"No. Not at all. But now I don't wonder why no one else is besides it." your snide remark clearly hurts his pride. He takes a breath to respond, but the door opens again, and this time Alina and Nikolai join you.

"Aleksander." Sun Summoner greets him, and you roll your eyes. Of course he would tell her his real name. After all, it was his solnishka.

"Alina." he nods at her, taking his eyes off you. Because how could you compare to his sunshine?

"Nikolai. Welcome everyone. I guess we can start." Nikolai interjects jokingly, trying to break the obvious tension in the room. And by the way the three of you look at each other, you already know that this isn't going to be an easy negotiation at all.

"Egs." The man next to you hands you what you want. "Flour." He pours it in for you, which you let him do, considering that there wasn't a single bag in the Little Palace's kitchen and you were both too lazy to look for a bowl to measure it out with. Besides, you know it would end just like last time—a big war that the servants would have to clean up later. "Sugar." He hands you a clay jar, and you taste some of it before pouring it into the dough. You wince when you taste the salt, at which he laughs loudly. "Aleksander! What did I tell you last time?! I'm making you a birthday cake; you could at least not try to sabotage me." You roll your eyes at him and reach for the sugar yourself.

"I told you it wasn't necessary. There are other activities we could engage in." He murmurs against your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"If you had told me earlier, and not after the amazing sex, calling it the best birthday present you ever received, then we could. Now take your hands off me and help me mix the dough."

"But it's my birthday… shouldn't I be the one giving you orders?" He asks, giving you puppy-dog eyes. You break your facade and lean in, kissing him sweetly, only to pull away from him the moment his hands touch the hem of one his shirts he gave you to wear.

"Maybe next year. Now you better figure out how we can fit 200 candles in here for you." You pat his chest and try not to bite your lip as he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt and starts mixing the dough. You watch him uninhibitedly, though, and the way the muscles in his arms move.

"Actually, a little more."

"How many?" You ask curiously, taking a sip of wine from his glass since yours is long gone.

"531." You choke on your alcohol, and he laughs, wiping the rest of the cake off his hands and patting you gently on the back.

"Saints, I'm sleeping with a fossil."

"Just half an hour ago, you were doing it very enthusiastically, I must say."He whispers seductively, pressing a kiss on your temple as you transfer the dough to the baking tin.

"Oh, shut up." you say, trying to resist him somehow, but you both know how it will end soon. "Because someone will come in here and see us."

With a wave of his hand, a thick layer of shadows appears around the door. The palace kitchen is immersed in a gentle darkness; the only source of light is the fire from the stove where the cake is baked and the window.

"We have a while before it's ready... can I play with my present again?" he asks, picking you up and sitting on the table, getting between your legs.

"Do not say that. It's creepy." you say, pushing his hands away from the ties of the shirt you're wearing. He's not at all put off and instead attacks your neck with kisses.

"It's my birthday; you told me I could do anything with you, moya tsarevna." He reminds you, biting lightly on the skin of your neck and making you moan.

You tangle your hands in his hair and push him away from you. The disgruntled frown on his face reminds you of the face of a grumpy child, but you can't laugh now since you're trying to regain control of yourself.

"Within reason... so don't think you can seduce me with your old Ravkan, touch, or kisses. We are not doing that here." you state firmly, but he doesn't give up.

"But lapushka, you are the only dessert I want, milaya. Moi sol ye tselai. Zyoma maya olya. Eya chela (I'm hungry) for you. Eya fyela chi, don't you love me too, moya koroleva?" He whispers against your skin as he places kisses all over your face, his beard tickling you again, making you go completely soft for him the moment his lips capture yours in a hot, deep kiss that takes your breath away.

And neither of you are surprised that you almost set the kitchen of the Little Palace on fire, completely forgetting about the cake.

"I want my summoner back." you huff at his absurd demand, at which he frowns at you furiously.

"You have no right to her."

"She had trained under my and Baghr's gaze. She owes me. Her service will be enough payment."

"She is the bride of Ravka and the fiancée of one of my brothers." you continue firmly, not allowing anyone else to speak up and ignoring Alina's annoyed look at you.

"One of them?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Is there a problem?" you growl in anger. He shifts in his seat; the strange creature is hovering next to him like a faithful dog, reacting to his every slightest movement. The son of a bitch tried to intimidate you.

"Not at all. It's good to know who I should get out of my way."

"If you mean what I think..." you start threateningly, completely ignoring his shadow monster.

"It would be very hard for her to be the bride of Ravka without a groom." he finishes his thought, smirking ominously at you when he sees your furious reaction.

"Oh, not at all. I would also be able to marry her." you tell him, and he glares at you madly. You hear this strange thing growling at his side. Apparently, it must have felt and shared his emotions.

"While being already mine? I doubt so."

"I belong to no one, and she belongs to Ravka!" you shout, standing up and slamming your hand on the table.

"She belongs to Grisha!" he stands up as well, banging his fist on the table. You both lean over the table on opposite sides, looking at each other hatefully. Shadows gather around him, behind his back.

"She is a person! And can speak out for herself. Thank you two very much. You know it, right? Saints, you two are perfect for each other." Nikolai interrupts the two of you before you two start a fight. He rubs his eyes with his hand and looks at the clock. "Gene… ekhem… Lord… um… Mister Kirigan. I think it would be better for all of us if we went to sleep. You and your people had a long way here; I'm sure you would use some sleep and the comfort of a bath." you'd laugh at your brother's awkwardness if your ex didn't get on your nerves like a damn master.

The Darkling sighs, nodding. He stands up, brushing invisible dust from his all-black kefta.

"I guess my chambers are still where they were?" he asks, heading towards the door, and you just can't help but stab him in the back at goodnight.

"You are not allowed to walk inside the Little Palace." you say stoically. Aleksander stops. Nikolai and Alina look at you as if you were a madwoman, suicidal.

"What?" he asks, turning towards you to glare daggers at you.

"That's not your property. You don't choose where you sleep."

"I built a Little Palace with my own hands when you were not even planning to come to this world!"

"And yet I am the one who has any rights to it. Besides, if you want to play that card, most of the population on this planet wasn't even planning to come to the world, and yet you are not going around and claiming things that don't belong to you. It also didn't stop you from seducing someone much younger than you."

"You… you are walking on very thin ice, princess." he growls at you furiously, getting so close that you're only a few centimetres apart. From this distance, you can get a good look at the black, raw scars on his face.

"I am not afraid." you reply firmly, looking at him defiantly and tilting your chin up. You both breathe heavily. Rage is boiling within you two; you both know it's not just caused by the disagreements over Ravka and Grisha, but something far more personal...

"You should be." he whispers. Your breaths practically mingle...

"If you say: make me, I will throw out my dinner. And I would rather not." you roll your eyes at your brother.

You throw one last hateful glare at Aleksander and walk to the exit. You can't stop yourself from hitting him in his arms with your own. He growled something under his breath, mad, but you don't care to listen.

You leave the room confident that you've won this little battle between the two of you. Little did you know that the real one wouldn't be fought between you until late at night.

"A chauvinistic imbecile who thinks that just because he was born first and has a penis between his legs, he has the right to behave like a future king. Even his stupid horses are smarter than him."

"Don't insult the horses, darling." Aleksander mutters over his papers, looking through the latest reports from under the fold.

He was about to leave for Kirbirsk to supervise the crossing of a new type of boat to the other side of the wall of shadows. You didn't like the prospect of being away from him for such a long time. Especially when your oldest (and probably stupidest) brother tried to convince your parents to marry you to the prince of Shu Han.

"Doesn't it bother you? Seriously? What if he succeeds and you will never see me again?" You ask furiously, crossing your arms and looking at him.

"No way, you're too much of a nuisance for me to get rid of you so easily." He replies jokingly. However, when he finally looks up at you and sees your serious, mad attitude, he throws the papers on the desk and stands up. He walks over to you and cups your cheek with his hand tenderly, which you reluctantly allow, still furious with him. "Even if something like that happens, which I highly doubt, given your manipulative skills, connections, and a large, beautiful mind that many men should fear, I will come for you. Always. Even if I have to fight the volcras, I will always come back for you." He says, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. "You are mine, moya tsarevna. I'm not sharing you with anyone. Especially some pompous, high-born idiot who haunts Girsha like a haunting dog."

'But how long will it last? How long will you be feeling like this? I will die. Much faster than you. I am like a small ink stain in your long-lived book of life." you say, fully aware that you two are a lost cause.

But he doesn't let you think about it for long. He latches onto your lips hungrily, redirecting your thoughts to him and this moment between you. He pins you to the war table and effectively takes over your every little cell as his tongue tangles with yours. He moans softly as you tangle your hands in his hair. He somehow manages to distance himself from you. He rests his forehead against yours, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.

"You are not a stain. You are my light. Something I have wanted for centuries but could never experience. You saw me... all of me. And you never turned away. You never judged me for who I was or what I did. And I will do everything. Everything in my power to make sure you shine for me as long as possible, moya lapushka."

"So you won't replace me? For someone else? More powerful? Equal to you? You won't change us from lovers to strangers?" you ask as he places small kisses on your cheeks, jaw, neck, and collarbone.

"Never." he whispers against your lips before kissing you again, his fingers finding effortlessly their way to the buttons of your dress, stroking and kissing every little bit of your skin he exposes as a promise.

Which he breaks a few weeks later when he meets Sun Summoner.

You know you shouldn't fall asleep in his chambers when he's back in Os Alta, but you've been doing it since you returned to Ravka.

After your first sleepless night in your chambers, you snuck into the Little Palace and into his chambers. And you hated yourself for how pathetic you were when you fell asleep the moment you wrapped yourself in his black blanket.

At first, you were tormented by memories of the time you spent with him, but as the days and weeks passed, memories of him only haunted you in your dreams. And now it was mostly habit that kept you in the general's chambers. After all, you spent a lot of time here. In fact, most of your happy memories. What a pity that they were just a facade, a web of lies that Aleksander had been weaving since the beginning of your relationship.

You shiver as a sudden chill passes through you. You reluctantly get out of bed and wrap yourself in a blanket. You walk over to the window, making sure it's closed, and close the curtains, plunging the room into complete darkness.

Suddenly, an arm wraps around you, pulling you into a broad chest. Before you can scream, a hand covers your mouth, and when you see the familiar black ring on one of the man's fingers, you go into a fit of pure fury.

You struggle against his grip, screaming into his hand, trying to bite it somehow. The blanket falls off of you, causing his arm to press you tighter against his body. You heat up as you feel yourself perfectly fitting against his body, involuntarily remembering... much more pleasant situations when he pressed you against him.

"Stop it. You'll only get tired. And I want to talk to you like a civilised person, so calm down." He whispers in your ear. His bearded cheek brushes against yours as he moves his hand from your mouth to your neck, squeezing gently as a reminder that if you try anything, he's ready to punish you.

"Calm the fuck down yourself. Since when does a civilised man sneak into a woman's bedroom to talk to her?"

"This isn't your bedroom."

"And this is not your palace." you reply teasingly, and by the way he tightens his grip on you, you know he has a scowl on his face. You smile, pleased that you're able to get under his skin.

"This is debatable. Will you stay still and listen to me, or do I have to hold you like that? Not that I mind, but I'd rather look at your face."

"And I feel disgusted every time I look at you, so I'd rather stay like this."

Not a second passes after you finish your sentence when he turns you around in his arms and pushes you against the large window behind you. You're glad you managed to close the curtains earlier; otherwise, you would have been pressed against the cold glass instead of the soft, velvety fabric by the angry Black Heretic.

And you wonder if you're losing your mind or if you've gained courage if you don't feel an ounce of fear as his shadow monsters circle around you. You can't quite recall how he called them since his dark eyes stared at you with an intense fire, which made you speechless for a while.

"You really have nothing else to tell me?" He asks calmly this time, running his thumb over the base of your neck. As if he were playing with his prey.

However, subconsciously, you know that he won't hurt you. If not for the sake of his feelings towards you, then at least because he's not stupid enough to kill Ravka's princess while he's negotiating... which you actually have no idea why he agreed to.

"Like what?" You finally ask, breaking the silence that had fallen between you. His face falls, you see a hint of disappointment in his eyes, and your eyes involuntarily land on the scars on his forehead, cheek, and nose. And suddenly, you feel a huge need to run your finger over them.

"I don't know... maybe why did you run away? You left and got married to Shu Han dog without saying me anything!"

"I didn't want to interrupt your fun with Alina. Honestly, what did you expect after you found yourself another woman? That I'll stay in some fucking threesome with you and your Sun Summoner?! You're not that good in bed, sweetheart." You mock him and the fact that he had the nerve to call you out on what you did. As if he wasn't the first to break the promises you made to each other in the privacy of his chambers. You were supposed to be partners in crime. It's not your fault that he decided to turn you into strangers.

"You know damn well that she was only a means to an end! The issue here is that you left me! You of all people turned away from me and ran away as if I meant nothing to you!" He shouts madly, slamming his hand on the window behind you in anger. You're surprised it didn't break into pieces under the pressure of his strength.

"Is that why you stuck your tongue in her mouth?! Because she was just a means to an end—a weapon you wanted to use? Besides, when were you going to tell me about widening the fold?!"

"That wasn't a reason for you to run away to another fucking country and marry anyone only to spite me!"

"But it was enough for you to kill him?!" You further question his actions, revealing to him that you know full well on whose orders the poison was poured into your husband's chalice... or that the black scars on his body were not caused by an infection.

"And how else could you be mine again?! Also, don't pretend that you have any morals. We both know that you didn't particularly mourn his death. I had to somehow fix the mistakes you made because of your bratty attitude."

"If you would just be honest with me from the beginning, you fucking distrustful son of a bitch, then there would be nothing to fix!”

"Do you want me to be honest?" He growls furiously, leaning towards you, your noses practically brushing against each other as he keeps his gaze on your eyes. "There wasn't a single damned second that I didn't think about you. Not a single dream without you, tormenting me because I can't have you. Do you know what I was thinking about in the fold when I thought I was going to die? About you. All I could think about was the time we spent together, when I had you in my arms. I do not want anyone else. Alina or any other fucking Sun Summoner. I don't want power; I can't do anything without you by my side anyway. So don't stand here and blame me for ruining our relationship when I love you with all the shattered heart I have left."

"So don't give me reasons to leave." You whisper, tired from all this arguing, as he reinforces your belief that you both suffered without each other and that you got under each other's skin so deeply that it was impossible to stop thinking about each other.

You hold back the tears you promised yourself not to shed because of him. He cups your cheek tenderly in his hand and rests his forehead against yours as you breathe out shakily, trying to maintain your facade in front of him.

"Maybe you should stop running away every time you have doubts about me? Why can't you have some faith in me?" He asks in a shaky voice, making you open your eyes to meet his pleading gaze. It's the first time in your life you've seen him so... defenseless. Open. Vulnerable.

"I have no doubt about you, Aleksander. I know you are capable of anything. That nothing can stand in your way if you really set your mind to it, not even Alina or Baghra. I don't care about Alina, what you wanted to do with her, or if your plans were moral or not. The problem is that you lied to me. You went behind my back."

"And look where it got me. Do you think I'll do it again?" He asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and pressing a kiss on your forehead.

He rests his lips against your forehead for a while, burying his nose in your hair and inhaling your scent as you both try your best to have a proper conversation and don't melt in each other's arms.

"I don't now. You gave me many reasons not to trust you. Alina's case, destroying the fold, Baghra being your mother. I guess the list goes on and on."

"The last one had reasonable reasons." he says, pulling away from you to look into your eyes.

You can't help but burst out laughing. He smiles and cups your cheek in his hand. The healed scar from the amplifier attracts your attention.

"You removed it. Why? That was your only connection to Alina and her power." You ask confused, realising that the strange connection between them didn't disappear because Alina became stronger but because he completely removed the amplifier from his system.

"The only connection I want to have is with you." He says confidently, taking your hands in his. "Besides... after using Merzost, I became... weaker. Holding this amplifier would cause infection, poison my blood, and ultimately kill me."

"Are you… dying? After the second use of Merzost?"

"Don't worry, moya tsarevna. I have a long enough life ahead of me with you." He says, caressing your cheek. "And after discovering some entries from my grandfather's diary, I know how to extend it for you."

"What if I don't want it? If I don't want you anymore?"

"Then I have nothing to lose. I will do anything to bring Grisha to the throne, to their place above everyone else in this damn country. And I'll make sure you stay by my side. Willingly or not. You always belonged to me. You were supposed to rule with me, side by side. And with the time I will provide you, I am sure you will find in your heart the love for me again. Although I doubt that any of us could lose it in such a short time."

You shiver at his certainty and his dark gaze. However, it is not a thrill of fear but of excitement... and you are not surprised that this was his plan B. If you were him, you would do the same.

You signed a pact with him on the first night you spent together. There was no turning back from then on. You were supposed to be together. As absurd as it may sound. Princess of Ravka and the Black Heretic. Otkazat'sya and Grisha. Monsters on Ravka's throne. But only you would be able to restore balance without causing a civil war.

You might not trust each other, be suspicious of each other, or disagree with the decisions you made, but you knew that you both had Ravka's best interests in mind. No matter who else gets hurt, that was how the word worked: you were either a martyred saint or a selfish sinner. And you weren't going to suffer for the sake of anything else but your country. And Aleksander was fed up with his people suffering for who they were, simply for being.

Together, you could do great things.

"Tomorrow is the reading of my damned father's will. His last will is about to include who he wanted on the throne. We have enough time to…"

"I've already taken care of it. You will be a beautiful, wise and cruel tsaritsa." He cuts you off before you can finish your thought, and you smile. One mind. You've always acted like this... but only if you didn't hide anything from each other.

"I will have competition, with such a tsar at my side." you say, and finally allow yourself to lean in and kiss him. His mouth is a little chapped, but you don't mind when all you can focus on is the warmth that engulfs you in his arms again and the pleasant tingling that spreads from your lips throughout your body as he groans in pleasure. You pull away from him just as he wants to deepen the kiss. You tease him a little, and you reach out to caress the black scars on his face with your fingertips. "If you look at Alina even once, I will gouge out both of your eyes and make sure your little sun never shines again." You whisper, placing small kisses where the scars are most visible.

He doesn't freeze; he doesn't tense up. He just moans quietly at the touch of your lips in the places he hates the most and which you seem to treat with fascination and tenderness.

You were as jealous of him as he was of you. You both would kill anyone who dared to steal the other from you. And you both know it's not the worst thing you are able to do for each other.

"Don't worry… I'll only be able to see you. And how beautiful and breath-taking you will look in the crown and my black colours."

"Black?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at him and pulling away slightly.

"Yes. You're mine. As well as I am yours." he says, picking you up as he walks to your bed.

"I won't wear a kefta. This damn thing is hard to take off," you tell him immediately, at which he laughs, unbuttoning his own.

"We'll see." he replies to you with a mischievous smirk and leans over you, kissing you again.

And later that night, as you lie curled in each other's arms and discuss the plans you have for Ravka in whispers, you know you wouldn't have it any other way. Even if you face more fights and doubts with him. And there is no doubt that you would try to manipulate each other to get what you want—to try and make the other feel guilty just to bring your own plan to life—but neither of you wanted to be left on top of the world utterly alone.

It was too late for you to be strangers to each other again. And since neither of you cared about your reputation, your morals, or who you would become in the eyes of the world, you might as well make them fear you. You will be the most terrifying pair of lovers in history.

And as he fell asleep, you started playing with the ball of light with a small smile on your face, squeezing his hand as an amplifier you needed to strengthen the connection you managed to make with Alina that no one knew about. Well... besides you, only the Durast, who made an engagement ring for the Sun Summoner, knew that you were trying to gain from her the power you needed to be an equal for the sleeping Shadow Summoner wrapped around you.

You would tell him... in time.

First, you had to learn how to use your new powers and make sure the connection between you and Alina would last. However, this required much more drastic measures than putting a collar around her neck or a small ring on her finger.

You press a kiss on his chest and rest your head on his shoulder, snuggling into him. You fall asleep in his arms, wondering how you'll convince him to give you some of his mother's bones... or his own.

After all, Morozova's amplifiers were the strongest.

You will soon see this for yourself when, right after your coronation and marriage, you find out that you were unconsciously carrying one under your heart after this night.

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Okay so ive got this idea its like a lot older jake and younger reader (like 20+) and she goes thru her first heat but she is very innocent and she doesnt know why does it hurt THERE and jake sees her going thru pain and asks whats wrong and she tells him it hurts there and she asks if he knows a way to heal her and when he takes off her lioncloth shes shy and closes her tights but the second he starts fingering she starts to moan and beg for more and he fucks her dumb ykyk🫣🤭I’ve tought of this while in the bus going to a dance competition lmao😭😭

I hope it went well in your competition baby!!

Dilf Jake to the rescue again 😩😩😩

Didn't proofread sooo if you see any mistakes, no you didn't

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You're supposed to be on your way to train, but it hurts. It feels like something warm is spreading over your body, making your womb coil with a burning ache, a wetness smear over your thighs. You've already missed over three training session with the oloeyktan, and you don't think he'll be particularly thrilled.

Yet, today, you decide that if anyone can help you, it's him. He's gotta be extremely wise if he's the oloeyktan, right? Jake Sully is no dummy, you're sure he'll know what's wrong with you.

As you approach the clearing where you always train, you catch a wiff of Jake's scent and it sends a sharp yearning through you, straight between your legs. You mewl, pressing your thighs together as the pain increases.

Jake smells you a mile off. You've missed your last training sessions, but he still waits at your designated place in hopes that you'll show. And, from the smell of it, you indeed will. The moment you step into the clearing, Jake realizes why you've been skipping your lessons.

You're in heat.

When you come into view, Jake can already tell you're suffering deeply. Your ears are folded back, your pupils blown wide, and the scent of your slick is sweet and alluring.

“Hey, kid,” he greets, trying to keep his cock from hardening at your scent. “What happened to ya?”

“It hurts,” you whine, making a face as you approach him.

“What hurts?”

You blush softly, shy, before moving a hand to your pussy and cupping it. “Here,” you say quietly, lowly.

Jake can almost feel his heart jump out of his chest. He's got two options: he can be the mature man he is and tell you, a 22 year old, exactly what's happening, and send you to Mo'at for some herbs to help ease the pain; or, he can be the horny ass he is and help you through your heat his way.

Either way, he figures, he's helping you. What's the difference between both if the outcome benefits you?

And, he decides, it wouldn't hurt if it benefitted him at the same time.

“Lemme see,” he says, nodding at the ground. “Lie down for me, yeah?”

You look scandalized and unsure, a little afraid.

“Come on, kid. Trust me,” he insists, and after a few more seconds of hesitance, you comply.

You lie on the floor, the soft grass tickling your back and your ass as you plant your feet on the ground. Jake kneels in front of you, undoing your loincloth and tossing it aside.

Your knees are pressed together, stopping him from getting a good look, and he says, “I need you to spread your legs, girl. Don't you want me to help you?”

You nod slowly and open your thighs, revealing your swollen, soaked pussy. Jake's cock twitches under his loincloth at the sight of your cunt, and he just aches to fuck you.

Jake's eyes grow predatory, his pupils dilating, and the way he's studying you makes you squirm, shy. You press your thighs together, murmuring something unintelligible, and Jake tsks quietly.

He grabs your thighs and pushes them apart, revealing your pussy once again. The scent of your heat is even thicker now, and it makes a soft growl leave his lips.

“How long has it been hurting for, girl?” he asks, one of his hands wandering higher up your thigh, inching towards your cunt.

You struggle to reply, “Days.”

“How many days?” he questions as his fingers brush over your warm cunt, rubbing against your clit.

You gasp, surprised, and then mewl quietly as the ache in your womb finds a drop of relief. “I don't-don't know,” you manage, nails digging into the ground below.

“I see,” he hums, running his middle and index fingers between your folds, spreading them open before teasing your entrance. “Luckily, this has an easy fix.”

“It does?” you question, voice breathy.

“Want me to show you?”

Your big doe eyes are wide, innocent and curious. You nod eagerly. “Please, Jake. Help me.”

He chuckles quietly. “Alright, kid. I need you to relax, okay? Take a deep breath and just talk with me, hm?”

“Okay,” you say slowly as his middle finger traces the edge of your entrance.

“I trust you know where babies come from?” he jokes, and you blush, big doe eyes avoiding his dark gaze.

“Yes,” you say shyly, and Jake slides his finger into you, making you gasp softly.

“Well, what's going on with you has a lot to do with the birds and the bees,” he says, curling his finger upward and touching a swollen spot within you that makes your legs jerk. “Your body is asking for a baby,” he explains.

Through the pleasure, you look confused. “Why?”

“You're physically ready to start having kids, and you're extremely fertile right now, which is why you feel that ache inside of you that needs to be relieved.”

You fold your ears back as he slides a second finger into you. “And will it go away—ah, mphf—after what you-you're doing to me?”

He chuckles softly. “No, you need to get withchild for it to stop,” he informs you.

You groan, somewhere between frustrated and overcome by pleasure. Jake's fingers are good, they stretch you open, his thumb pressing against a soft nub that has your hips trembling. But they're not enough. You need something else, something longer, thicker, something that can take the ache away.

“Need more,” you whine, baring your teeth. “Need more, Jake. Please!”

“My fingers ain't cutting it, sweetheart?” he tsks.

“Please,” you mewl, desperately trying to buck your hips against his hand. “More.”

Jake knows he shouldn't. He knows how wrong this is. But fuck, the way you're begging, pussy al wet and ready, and Goddamn, he really should reflect upon the consequences of his moral decisions. But after. After he fucks you.

He removes his loincloth, showing you his thick, hardened cock, the tip a dark blue and oozing precum. Your eyes gleam as you study his girth, mouth almost watering at the sight.

Jake asks, “You sure you want this, kid?”

You nod, your voice a breathy whine. “Yes, please.”

He runs the head of his cock between your folds, gauging your reaction, and when you shudder, he groans. He slowly slides into you, his cock stretching your soft gummy walls, and you gasp.

“Fuck,” Jake grunts as your cunt flutters around him. “So fuckin' tight. And soaked, too.” Your slick is dripping down his cock, coating his balls and smearing onto his hips when he starts thrusting into you.

You're whining beneath him, unable to even talk. Jake glances down at you, his eyes scanning your pretty face, the way your eyelids flutter shut, the way your ears are folded back. He can't even care how wrong this is anymore: he's just thanking that you're too innocent to prevent him from using you.

“Does it feel good, sweet?” he questions, your pussy squelching as your arousal dribbles out of you.

“Mhmm!” you gasp. You grind your hips against Jake's, pussy sucking him in, your womb feeling like it's on fire with each brush of his cock to your cervix.

And Jake smirks. “You poor thing,” he mocks. “Look at you, suffering so much.” He cages your body under his, dragging his tongue across your jaw. “Almost makes me want to give you a permanent solution to this issue of yours.”

You moan softly. “What—wh' d'you mean?”

He laughs, biting your jaw and making you gasp. “What if I were to give you a baby, hm? Put my child in you.”

Your eyes snap open, looking terrified. “N-no, we can't.”

“It's a solution for both of us,” Jake continues, adoring the look of fear on your face. “You get rid of your heat, and I get to keep you all to myself, huh?”

“But—the others,” you gasp. What will they say?

“I don't care about the others,” he says sharply. “I'm asking you what you want.”

Your eyes meet his. Beneath the predatory amber of his eyes, you see something soft and warm, something caring.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” he asks. “You want me t'fill you up?”

“Please,” you say softly, nodding. “Give me a baby, Jake. Please!”

Jake groans, his cock twitching inside of you at the sound of your plead. Your cunt is so tight, almost begging him for his cum, and he's more than willing to give it to you.

Your womb is ablaze with the need to be full, your body thrumming with desire.

You mewl and gasp unintelligibly, your hands grabbing onto Jake's arms and digging your nails into his muscles.

He lowers his mouth to yours, his heart racing because, without taking everything that you're already doing, this feels more intimate than anything else.

His kiss is soft and gentle, slow, and it makes your heart flutter in your chest. It's probably the way it all suddenly feels so passionate and soft that has your orgasm right on the surface.

You clench around his cock, body shaking, and Jake groans. “You gonna come for me, girl? You gonna come on my cock?”

“Mhmm!” you mewl. “Yes, yes!”

And then you can feel the pressure within you coil tight, so tight, and suddenly your orgasm bursts within you, your slick gushing out of you.

“That's it,” Jake groans, his own release so close. “Fuck, 'm gonna fill you up now, girl. Fuck,” he hisses.

And then he's coming, spilling into you, and you gasp, shuddering as his cum fills your womb. You're breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down, and finally the ache deep within you dissipates.

Jake kisses your forehead, chucking softly. “You feelin' better, honey?”

You nod, out of breath, and Jake moves to pull out of you.

You squeeze his arm, keeping him inside of you. “Stay,” you manage, breathing heavily.

Jake nods. “Okay.” He rolls you two over so he's on his back and you're on top of him, and he holds you tight to his chest.

You fall asleep to the soft sound of his beating heart.

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Bully ( Jake )

Your life was relatively okay until your mom had to transfer jobs and you had to move along with her.

Moving to a different city didn't bother you as much as having to start over at a new school just the thought of having to start all over again didn't sit well with you and you didn't have much of a say in it.

So you just sighed and decided to unpack your stuff and settle in to your new home.

The first couple of weeks went without much trouble you managed to make a couple of friends  the teachers adored you .

Things started to feel normal like you had gotten used to the change and started making happy memories in your new home.

About 2 months into the year you had your first big test you were determined to do your best at it. So you decided to go through as much material on the subjects as you could looking through the internet solving papers, the whole nine yards.

On one particular evening you decided to stay back and study in the library figuring you could concentrate better there.

You were currently trying to find a book to look up a particular topic but you didn't quiet seem to be able to find it and it was late at this point so you didn't want to bother the librarian.

Looking at your frazzled expression a figure approached you drawing you out of your search.

"Can I help you?"

You turned back to be met with a smile.

You had seen the boy around campus he was the student body president, scored the best grades and was a stellar athlete.

He always seemed kind to everyone so you didn't think twice before asking him to help you find the book to which he gladly obliged and even offered to help you study that way both of you could work together and it would be easier to finish since it was already getting pretty late.

You happily agreed and both of you went back to your spot.

You were surprised as to how quick he was to pick up on the areas you tought him about and likewise he was also a really good teacher and helped you when you didn't understand something.

Both of you worked really well together helping each other out so you decided to become study buddies and eventually became friends.

Both of you had been studying really hard together and the result of your first test came.

And to Jake's surprise you scored better than him. Needless to say he was happy for you seeing your face light up made him feel warm inside.

A couple of days later your second test result came and again you scored more than him.

He was still happy for you but he felt a slight tinge of jealousy brewing in him.

Another week passed and all your tests had been graded and in each one you stood on top of your class.

The little spec of jealousy that was in him grew to consume him.

How dare you take away the place that was rightfully his.

In his mind you were stealing what was for him by right and he wasn't having any of it.

He worked just as hard as you of not harder but why were you the one doing better than him.

He watched the teachers praise you. Those words of praise were meant to be for him not you.

He began to resent you.

First it started off by just giving you the cold shoulder during class.

You noticed him behaving differently towards you. Both of you were the best of friends now he barely even looked at you.

You felt a little hurt but you tried your best to talk to him.

But he just ignored you. It wasn't wise to further bother him so you just let him be for now.

Until one day you were at the library completing your notes when you felt a cool liquid flow down your head and onto your hand written notes making the ink bleed and destroying the hours worth of hard work you put in.

When you lifted your head you saw Jake with a grin stretched across his face looking down on you.

He leaned closer until your faces were only inches apart you could feel his breath tickle your face.

"That's what thief's like you deserve".

Was all he said before leaving you a sobbing mess in the library.

You left your stuff and ran home.

How could he be so cruel you thought he was your friend.

But that was just the start of it.

He kept torturing you at any chance he got.

Pushing you down the hallway, cutting up your clothes, slashing your tires he did things you couldn't even think of in your wildest of thoughts.

But what was worse was when he got into your head.

He was a smart guy and knew how to get into your little head.

He started to spread rumors about you.

He started to degrade you at any chance he got given his popularity everyone joined in on it.

Ruining you had become his obsession.

He was obsessed with the idea of reducing you into nothing but a broken doll.

Every day you were all that he thought about.

You had consumed him.

It no longer was his need to outperform you he just wanted you to be his.

You couldn't take it anymore.

You just wanted to run away.

The school year was coming to an end and you decided to transfer into a different school to get away from him.

Word of this got to him soon enough and he was shattered.

How could you leave him you belonged to him.

You were peacefully sleeping in hope of going away and leaving him behind.

What you didn't know was that, it was never going to happen.

He broke the lock of your backyard window and snuck into your room.

Seeing you lay there peacefully sleeping brought back  a smile to his face.

He gently placed a damp cloth across your face making your body go limp.

As he tied you up and placed you in the back seat of his car.

You weren't going anywhere. You were his forever.

[meaty4spicedbuns]

Eustass Kidd x RemReader - Hate sex with Eustass Kidd

At first is was just me thinking about how Kidd would be able to be in a toxic relationship.. But let say I let my mind slip a little. Tho this was written for another character, but re-reading it, it match more Kidd's vibe.

It was suppose to be small, but since it way more longer than it thought here the tag:

Warning : you can considerate this toxic relationship, smut, swearing, and everything turning around sex in general, two peoples not assuming they wanna fuck each other so they are in denial but doing it anyway, noncon said out loud but they both 100% want it.

Listen listen,,,

Kidd is cocky.

And a cocky bastard nonetheless. Went to fight throught see, killing innocent peoples, with so much angry issues he surely doesn't know where to put them anymore.

So, since he is a cocky batard, and can be easily teased, imagine being able to crawl under his skin ; to made him honnestly annoyed. And sometimes, just for fun, you make him flew into rage to play with his nerves and show him the grap you've got in him.

Kidd doesn't like it. At all. But you don't care. In your case, you probably play around just because you like to see him upset. You find it interesting, liking the feeling of danger he gaves you from his deadly stare. You love seeing his muscle twitching, his fists clenching when he looks at you with frowned eyebrows :

" Seriously!?" He shout.

Even tho he tried, really hard, to put a calm facade around you, you just found with ease his buttons to push, the one that will tickles his nerves.

But, not to be that simple for you, he is also able to do exactly same. Tought, he isn't mean, he just answer the same vibes.

Smirk, tease,, hit, push, pull, fight. You both acte up like childs near each other's. Although at the end, hidden under a snarky smile, the act is just for cover up an enraging need to feel the skins of other. A small burning interest.

Let's say you're the perfect illustration of the classic "I pull the ponytail of the one I like."

Now,, important part,,

Imagine the hate sex.

How he would proudly pound into your cunt. How he would be delighted to see your eyes rolling behind your head.

And, gosh, the wetness you gave him.

Your fingers curling into the bed sheets.

Your shorten breath.

He would be so hard from seeing you being turn on of his dirty talk he could almost feel embarassed. How him putting you back in place made you creamy, quiver under his fingers. How the feeling of his body pressing you against the mastress could made you create thoses kinds of little sounds you're trying to so painfully swallow back.

"Playing the big girl, but look at the dolly eyes yours giving me." he tease.

You're hiding your face under your hands, shutting your eyes as if it will made your embarassment go away.

You cannot just look at how wild he is when looking down at you, spark in his eyes, smile burn on his lips. Your legs opening and closing themself under his trust while you're working to get your breath low, pleasure sparkling in your lower area, chicken skin all over.

He wants to get a moan. He wants to get you moan his name so bad. It's his quest, and he'll get it no matter what. Taking his time tho. His trust are hard enough, but slow. He wants to see how he can made you fall apart under him.

"What happen all of a sudden, getting real'quiet miss."

Both his hands on each part of yours hips, grabbing them for you to stay in place, he is slowly making you move it, listening to you, staring at your reaction. Thought you don't paid attention, you're too focus on how it feel inside you gave in no filtered reponses. And your eyes open wides the moment he finds yours sweet spots, soft breath of literal pleasure escaping from your lips.

The cutest, hottest, moan he ever heard.

The sound of it is honey to Kidd ears. It's so hot he stops himself. Towering you, staring directly, him focusing on you made you felt so shameful. So you stare back. Trying to give a deadly stare. Both silent, out of breath. He is smilling wide at this point. You're drowling on his cock, clenching around him to get more. He is loving this so bad he made him feral.

" What was that miss?" He teased. "Weren't it cute?"

" Shut up on work it up brat."

" Oh yeah? But..,He bends over and grabs your chin so you look at him back, I won't let that sink no worry."

Yes. Oh god he won't let that slide out.

He'll be sure to work that spot so he'll crave this memories into his brains.

The perfect round shape your mouth is drawing. The broken sound of your breathing mess while his hard cock is working inside you. And gosh, the moment his fingers find your clit to made you cum, you became a puddle under him.

The weakest puddle he ever saw from you. And God it felt good seeing you like that. And it's not because your climax came that you'll have a break. No rest for the bitch. He is a total egoistic cunt so once you're done, he would just play with you.

After all, what a show you're giving him.

He'll just overstimulate you to see your legs dramatically shake from your tired muscles, closing and opening on him. Just to hear you muttering you can't take more, even thought he can't neither tbh. Just to crave the fact he is the one making it to you. But on the other hand, you're not even trying to stop him, and once you open your eyes, the first thing you do is to stand your chest up to grab his face and bite his shoulder, his lips. Nothing too lovely tho.

" Want me to stop ?!, he asked the first time you asked, whimpering. " "N-No! Just go in you idiot !"

He'll fill you to the brim and once he think it's enough for him, he'll let you go like he is doing you a favor.

Howerver they'll be no passionate kisses exchanges. Not gonna give you more than that. He would just rub your hairs with a smarky random line, so fucking proud of himself. Tho he doesn't assume he is dry as hell, and in the same mental state as you. He'll play tought just for the show.

But in the end, deep down, hidden away from any stare, and he can't wait for a next time. Anytime he would see you after that, he would just feel that cold shiver down his pain, flashing memories from seeing you under his body.

Yes. He can't wait ~

[rachi-roo]

Just curious, what're your toughts on giulio getting gang tickled by deku, shoto, and bakugou? That scenario suddenly pops up from my mind lol

Oh, yes we'll actually I'm glad you asked because- 💥💥💥 YES!? That'd be the cutest thing ever!

Me and a friend were discussing how touch starved he is and how tickling would be a foreign concept to him. He'd be so confused 😭

I believe Deku would be the first to make a move, spotting Giulio pouting or something and just poking at him to try cheer him up. Once he starts squirming, Shoto realises what Deku is up to and offers a helping hand.

Their tickling would be light poking and scribbling at whatever they can reach as they just let Giulio wriggle freely on the ground. He's in denial about how much he enjoys it for sure. Hiding his face from them, trying to stifle his giggling and, of course, telling them he's bot ticklish 🤭

It's not until Shoto shoots a comment Bakugos way about how 'extras are not supposed to join in anyway' that gets him joining in. That's when Giulio breaks. With Bakugo not being as gentle and playful, Giulio is soon a bubbly, tickle drunk mess. His hair falls from its bun as he writhes and bucks underneath the three tickling pairs of hands. His hands can't decide what to do! Cover his face? Protect his ticklish spots? Get away from the attackers??

After he's had enough, he regains composure rather quickly, forcing down the remnants of giggling as he smoothes out his frantically messed hair. Red ears. Definitely gets red ears. On my life. He pouts too, he tries to glare, he really does, but it just comes across as a flustered pout.

He's very tummy ticklish. Curling up like a woodlouse. And his thighs too, they have to be, I need an excuse to squeeze em 🤤... I MEAN WHAT!?

Big laugh. Once he's broken. Laugh is big and hearty. Head thrown back, mouth agape, no restraint 🥰

So, in conclusion to your question, dear dust bunny, um- AAAAAAAÀAAAAAAAAAÀAAAAAAAAÀAAAÀAAAAAAAAAAAAAÀAAAAAAAAH!!!!! 😇❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕

Might make a lee/ler hc post about him!!! Lemme cook for a lil bit 🤩✨️ Have a great day, dust bunny!!! Love you!!!

[bbu-fan-blog]

do u by any chance have barnaby headcanons………………👂👂👂👂

Ooooh, of course! 8}

Please note that these are my headcanons for the time being, and since the game isn't out yet, maybe something becomes canon, or not. It's too soon to tell. ^^

He loves sweets and desserts. If you offer them some he'd... still try to kill you, but he'd happily appreciate the gesture!

If you want to take a photo, expect him to appear at the last minute to bomb it, for the fun of it. This only causes the photo to get all ruined, but the only thing he'd be sorry about is him supposedly having his eyes closed ("supposedly", since his ghostly nature causes the photo to get all glitchy).

The moment you are dead and have joined his party, expect Barnaby to fawn all over you and treat you like you're his best friend forever. You'll be treated like the guest of honor and he'll make sure you won't ever leave himthe manor.

Despite being all about death, Barnaby is ironically queasy about bones and blood. He'd rather witness a clean demise.

A huge hugger AND tickle monster. If he gets you when in "cuddle mode", you'd better run and hide, or he'll catch you, and keep you in his fluffy wings for a long while!

On that note, he's very affection starved, even tho' he won't reveal his vulnerable side right away. He's been desiring a hug for so long...

Manners are a huge deal for him. Are you disturbing the party, being too early or having a potty mouth? He'd get rather agitated about it.

Head scratchies! He loves them!

Barnaby is not very good at whispering. Even at his lowest he tends to be a bit on the loud side.

He's lacking on social graces, and can say something rude without meaning to offend. If that happens, he wouldn't notice nor pay any care about it, unless he sees someone getting upset at what he said. Which causes Barnaby to feel sad as well, so he'd try to make it better.

Parties are his main source of comfort. It helps him keeping track of the passing of the days... and forget elements of his past that he'd rather not think about.

He still keeps some of his hobbies from his alive days, like reading and doing scientific experiments.

He's VERY emotional. Wanna watch a movie with him? He'll most likely cry at every sad scene.

He treats the Barnaboos like they were his children, and is always happy to help them with tips and kind words (that may or may not work, but it's the tought that counts). This paternal tendency could be a leftover from his alive days, back when he had a child of his own. I also like to believe he created them through his tears, but it's still up in the air whether that's true or not...

This is some of what I've got so far. ^^

[maegorsbignaturals]

Does Undead!Maegor know he is dead? Like he knows subconsciously that he's completely dead and all his efforts of having a child have gone to waste???

Sorry for taking so long to answet this uni has been hell recently and when i am not doing hw i am sleeping sorry!!!

I think deep inside he knows there is something wrong inside of him, like things are not quite right, you know? First because he notices the way Tyanna and Visenya looks at him after the trial with the warrior's sons. He wakes up in this slumber chambers and the first thing he notices is the hard sharping and loud pain on the back of his head, a pain that got him groaning and puts him on a bad mood instantly. The second thing he notices are the faces he see, Tyanna and his mother look at him with expressions mixed with bewilderment, horror and... relief? Between his mother's explanations and Tyanna's kisses on his knuckles, he barely gets anything of the candles in the room positioned in a ceremonious way, the blood smeared all across the floor in runes that he doesn't understand and that he is naked, on the cold hard floor and that those are not his chambers.

I like to think that he goes for a... grief process for himself. First the denial. He knows there is something wrong with him, but he tries to not put a lot of attention on it. Between the Faith's subverssion, Aegon's effortless rebellion and the fucking headache he finds a scape into this toughts. But it is a futile scape, they never really leave. They are present when he eats, He doesn't understands why Tyanna urges him to eat, when he never gets hungry anymore? During his war campaigns he rarely gets any hunger, perhaps is his worry with the things going around, perhaps is that he never gets his guard down, but the truth is that he ever gets that need to eat, either way, he neither enjoys it now. His favourite food barely has any taste now, it is just that grumous and tasteless food bolus moving around his mouth and going down his troath in a motion that Maegor never found uncomfortable, until now. He doesn't understand why he doesn't enjoy that simple pleasure anymore. If he wants the wine to make him tickles, it needs to be extra strong for him, or drink at least three jars by himself in less than two hours (not that it is hard with the tasteless mouth of his).

Then it comes the Anger. The Gods must have really cursed him, he doesn't understand why all attempts of making an heir are fruitless. Him, the king! A strong man on the top of his life with the strongest dragon in all the seven kingdoms, unable to make an heir for himself! Was this some kind of twisted joke from the destiny? A mock from the gods?! He cannot avoid unleashing his anger against those who are not of his like. He punishes them, until their limp bodies fall at his feet. A cold shiver rans down his spine when he sees their lifeless eyes and notices it is like his own... It is in moments like that when the thought plumps into his mind, but as fast as it arrives it leaves. It is not possible, Maegor had never heard of a man bringed back to life! That is absurd, a tale that young squires tell each other in front of the fires of a camping.

After anger, negotiation precedes. The failure to not have an heir doesn't fall upon him, but on his wives. Ceryse was infertile and Alys was a traitorous bitch. They are the ones to blame for his lack of an heir, not him, clearly not him, right? So if it was not with them, then it must be with other women. Women who are fertile! Women whose bodies will be able to be give him an heir! And so the black brides are brought in. But little to none the brides are able to do something for him, and it is just more obvious than before that his failures has something to do with him and the way they recoil to their touch, not only thanks to his cruelness, but also thanks to his cold hands, frozen hands that are as cold as the fists of the first men. They recoil, even at the slightest of brushes, they recoil when he looks at them in the eye, and they are unable to look at his light pale eyes. The scented cloths they put over their noses when he gets close to them makes him feel clearly irritated. Yet, He thinks that those are normal ways to act in their situations. He is no idiot, he knows those women fear him, the only thing they can put to blame is their lack of efforts to give him an heir... because it is their lack of efforts, and not his own body, right? Right? He thinks of this for a while, until he fiercely questions Tyanna about this, believing she is the one to blame for his lack of heir. Yet, he only finds a confirmation of what he must have been dreading, fearing...

The depression sinks in. He feels utterly lost for some time. Undead, Tyanna said, or at least that is what Maegor was able to hear before she began to spurt and scream and cry on what her and his mother had done to bring him back. Maegor finally recognizes the only one to blame for the fear and lack of heir is him, and only him. He navigates some moments about what does it meant to be undead. Is he just a moving corpse? What is him? So worried it is by this thoughts that the news of the realm giving him the back barely worries him by now.

The acceptance arrives the next morning after his war council. His body looks like he has been dead for a while.

[w--zii]

Volcano - Han Jisung

Han Jisung x fem!reader ★彡

Genre: drabble fluff, angst

Word Count: 655

Synopsis: reader is not okay but han is there to comfort her.

Warnings: established relationship, reader is having a breakdown, kissing, use of 'babe, baby', mention of food, mention of recovery(not from a certain thing), mention of being depressed (depressed word not used)

a/n: hey *sobs*, lol i was just getting my daily dose of Volcano and this happened.. this song gives me sm comfort fr. ty han for writing it :* not proof read so,, sorry if theres any typos (^ -^) feedbacks r appreciated! enjoy i guess.. lol ヽ(‘ ∇‘ )ノ

“Hey, hey look I'm here, you are safe.” He said while pulling you into a hug.

He rubbed your back as you tried to breath between your sobs. “You're not alone y/n, i'm here for you.” He whispered.

You couldn't calm yourself down and started to cry harder. This means you feel comfortable enough for you to let your guards down even for a bit. Breaking down right in his arms.

He caressed your hair, putting small kisses on it.

“Sometimes you feel like no one understands but trust me, i know you the best Y/n.” He continued to talk to you in a quiet tone. Your head resting in his neck, tears rolling down from your cheeks, he continued to embrace you.

“I see how hurt you are.” “I see how tired you are from trying your best.”

“And everything comes repeatedly on you without giving you a rest, I'm sorry about that.” He said while massaging your head.

You can feel the love coming from his words. He really cares about you. More than anyone else.

“I'm here to help you, you know. I've always been, Y/n”

“I will embrace you like I always do.”

“It's okay to hurt, it's a part of recovery.”

“So please, never think of giving up. If you fall, I will hold you again and again. We will get through this together. I promise you, Y/n.” “I love you so much.”

You let out a big sigh and kissed his neck softly.

It wasn't easy always. But you somehow managed to handle things on your own. Of course Jisung were there too. He never left your side. But in times like this you needed him more.

He gives you strength and will to live. Never wanting to leave his side. Not even for a second.

You looked him in the eyes. Tears rolling down from his cheeks, he can't stand seeing you like this. “ Thank you.” You whispered holding his hand.

Jisung cupped your face with his free hand and caressed your cheek with his thumb, smiling. You leaned into his touch. “I love you more than universe and the stars Jisung.”

“No, I love you more.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No!?.”

“Yes, baby.” A smirk appearing on his lips. You quickly leant onto him and started to tickle him. “Han Jisung!! Don't play with me.” You both started to laughing.

He hugged you to stop you from moving and layed your back on bed, getting top of you. Smiles on your faces. Mirroring each other. Best thing, you tought.

He is happy? You are too. You are laughing? He is too. He is your star, and you are his sunshine. Always brightening one another's days. A perfect match they say.

He kissed your lips and rested his forehead on yours. You didn't want him stop so you started to kiss him back. His kisses are so soft, full of love. It was slow and passionate. Now you feel a lot better.

He slowly withdrawn from you, sitting your lap.

“Hungry?.” He asked whilst caressing your tummy.

“Yes yes!”

“What do you want to eat, babe?”

You made a thinking face, pursing your lips “Hmm, what about Pizza?.” Answering him with an excited smile.

“Okay, we'll eat whatever my baby wants.”

He kissed your cheek with a smirk on his face and went to get his phone. Happy to see you like that again.

Now it feels like everything is okay. Like you weren't crying few minutes ago. You are okay, since you have him right beside you, you'll always be okay.

He fills your empty heart with his love. Never letting you fall down into that deep hole again. He knows how hard you try to fix things so he doesn't want you to give up.

‘The flowers will definitely bloom one day.’ He said. You trust him and his words.

There is always light in the end of the tunnel.

♡

© w--zii

[soap143]

@astrxxii requested lee! lee know and ler! han

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Im sorry, I lost your request😭 I had it and then I messed up and it dissapeared.

Anyway, ofc, I’ll try my best! I hope you like it.

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Lee! Know

Ler! Han

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Ever since Jisung shared his rather special interests with Lee Know, he had been curious, wanting to know more about about the topic. He never found tickling weird, he just thought of it as a fun little way to punish someone or just have some fun and playful time together. It reminded him of his childhood, bringing back some very special memories. So, when his dearest friend told him that not only didn’t hate it, but liked it, it obviuosly made him anything but weirded out and disgusted.

Him and Han had been partaking in these very adorable and childish activities for about a month now and, since both of them were having fun, Minho have never batted an eye. His bandmate was getting what he wanted and enjoyed, while he got to experiment on the victim’s very sensitive body, discovering things that he never knew he would or could, having just as much fun.

Lee Know was aware that most people don’t like being tickled, thinking he was no exception. He was also aware that if you wreck somebody, there are very high chances that they would do it back, twice as hard, even. However, Han never tickled him back. He should have been grateful, but it was quite the opposite. Not only did he dread and sort of hate Jisung for it, but he also found it unfair that the younger could get what he wanted all the time, never bothering to reward his hyung.

Han had tought him a couple things about his interesting liking “A lee is someone who likes being t-tickled… like me, and a ler is someone who like tickling the l-lee, just like you, hyung” Minho smiled, remembering the latters very much red face, ears and neck while ranting about the topic.

If I’m the ler, I can’t possibly like being tickled! That would make me a lee…

But you can never be so sure when you’re no professional. But Lee Know did know a certain someone that was a professional. And to his advantage, he was alone in their shared dorm with him.

“Hannie! Come here real quick” He called for the younger, who was… What was he doing anyway? Probably nothing important, because his head was poking right out the door frame in no time “W-What is it, hyung?” He cautiously walked closer to the bed where the older was laying “Um, so… You like, know a lot about this whole lee, ler thing right?” Han slowly nodded as a pinkish blush covered his cheeks “Can you explain again to me? Sorry that I’m so slow…” “N-no it’s fine, Minho hyung. So, um, a lee is someone that likes being t-tickled an-“ “Just like you, right?” the bunny was aware that if he flustered the younger too much he would’t speak to him, but still couldn’t help but tease him “Y-yes Minho, that would be me. And a ler would be you, s-someone who likes um, you know… Doing something to the lee that they like…” Jisung couldn’t handle any more of this, burying his beet-red, flustered face into his hands, walking closer to the other man in the room, expecting to get wrecked and teased mercilessly. What he didn’t expect was yet another question “What am I if I like tickling, but also like being tickled?” the shorter was definetly taken back by the sudden request “I-I’m not sure, hyung. A switch, maybe?” “A switch? As in switching between a ler and a lee? That’s so interesting-“ “Ok now, I have a question for you. Can you stop asking these questions? They’re making me very flustered! And another question, why did you need to know that?” “I don’t know, you tell me~” His hyung simply smiled sweetly at him, trying to act as inocent as possible. But Han could read him like a book, seing his ears lighly reddening up, meaning that he was at least a bit flustered “D-Do like being tickled, hyung?” Jisung tried to be mischevious, smirking and slowly walking toward Lee Know, just like his ler did to him “Do I?” the dancer was trying to be slick, but he couldn’t fool his bandmate for long “I don’t know, you tell me…” Han mimicked the older.

The leader of danceracha knew that he had trapped himself with this question, making himself completely vulnerable. Not like this wasn’t his goal “I think I do” The taller never backed down, knowing that he could easily fluster his favorite lee right back “Well, do you want me to… tickle you?”

Minho never thought such situation could ever become reality. Not like he would ever admit it, but after absolutely wrecking the shit out of the younger, it left a slightly bitter aftertaste. Like the action hadn’t been fully finished. Like something was missing. So, all of those things that didn’t happen transfered to his imagination, fantasizing about Han finnaly completing what he had started. In conclusion, the anticipation ate him alive every single time he tickled Jisung.

“Yes, I-I would like that…” No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t stay as cool as he would’ve liked in such an embarassing situation“Was that a stutted I heard?” Minho smiled at Han’s attempt to be as slick as him. He was very much aware that he could end all of this with a few words and a very certain action, but why would he do that? It would only work to his disadvantage “Are you a squirmer? Because I’m not sure if I’ll be able of holding you down for long if you move so much” “I’ll try my best for you, Sungie~” Jisung tried to keep his inner jealousy hidden. How could he be so open and not flustered about this? “Well, um, I guess I’ll sit right here? Please don’t hurt me~” The ler(for once lol) situated himself onto his future victim’s hips, whom was smiling softly the whole time “Do you need, like, me to tell you where to start or will choose a spot yourself?” No. Han Jisung, the biggest, most easily flustered lee most definetly didn’t want Minho to start ranting about how ticklish certain spots of his are “You don’t think I’m that obliviuos about your worst spots, do you?” “I don’t know, you tell me” Oh God, you don’t know how much Han wanted to wipe that smirk right of his face.

And he quickly did…

Too quickly, actually. It seemed…odd? Han would’ve never guessed that simply by pressing his fingers lighly into his sides, he would get such reaction “Ahahahahaha plehehase…~” Cute, he thought “Did the giggle monster get you, hyung?” “Stohohohohop that’s so crihihnge~” “What?! I’ll show you cringe!”Jisung expressed anger with a wide smile on his face, digging his fingers deeper into the lee’s sides “YAHAHAHAHAHA H-HAHAN JISUHUHUHNG!” “That would be me” “PLEHEHEHEHEASE~” “Please what? Please stop, please go harder, plea-“ “JUUHUHUHUHST STOHOHOHOHOP!” “Already? But we’ve just started!” Han was shy, very shy actually, when it came to tickling. But when he wasn’t being teased right back, it felt like the easiest thing ever “See? This is how I feel like” The only answer that he got were wild cackles. Jisung suddenly remembered, how much he hated it when his hyung just wouldn’t switch spots, tormenting a certain place for what felt like hours on end. However, he was surprised with Minho’s reaction when he tried to be a nicer ler “NOHOHOHO HAHAHN! Lihihsten fOHOr just one mihiNUTe…” He tiredly squeeked the words out “What is, hyung?” “Do-Don’t switch spots so fast. I like it more when you stay for longer, it drives me crazy” Great, now both of them were flustered “Al-Alright, M-Minho hyung…” Said man anticipatingly watched Han’s fingers place themselves back onto his sides. He mentally and physically prepared himself, gripping his messy hair and closing his eyes in anticipation. Jisung didn’t torture the older for long, soon digging his fingers right back into the sensitive flesh “GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” The ler smiled, his hyungs reactions only convincing him to continue. However, he couldn’t help but want to switch spots soon. The older would often torture him, doing things againts his likings, so, what was exactly was stopping him from doing the same? “HAHAHAHAN DOHOHOHOHON’T!” Lee Know begged when he felt someone’s hands shoving themselves into his armpits “Oh no, is this spot too, sensitive, perhaps? That’s too. Damn. Bad.” Minho was surprised at the younger’s skillful teasing, but his thoughts were roughly disturbed when Jisung pushed his fingers deeper into the dreaded spot “YAHAHAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHI WILL GEHEHEHET YOU BAHAHAHACK SO BADLY!” “Uhm, I’d like to see you try, hyung…” Han calmly shook three of his fingers in between the cat man’s ribs while the other five on the other hand(literally)remained in the hollows of his armpits “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE THI-THIS IS TOHOHOHOHOURTUREEEE~” Han just shrugged “That sounds like a you problem” Did Lee Know have a fever(🫣)? Or was it just the blush that was burning his whole body…?

When Han tormented such sensitive spots, both at the same time, it was obvious enough that Minho could not take it. He was squirming around as much as his tired body would let him, breaking his promise. Nevertheless, Jisung still felt like he hadn’t given him enough “Hey, are your thighs ticklish? Asking for a friend.” The tickler asked as he spidered his fingers up down the man’s upper body “Whahahat kihihind of friehend would waAHAHant to knohohow tHAHAHt?!” “YOUR best friend, mister Lee~” “Tehehell him they are NOHOHOHT” Minho’s sentence was cut short when said friend drilled all ten fingers of his into the oh so sensitive thighs “Not ticklish, huh~” Han just couldn’t help but tease his very much vulnerable hyung “GAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO GEHEHEHET OUTAHAHA THEHEHERE!” Jisung pretended to be in deep thought, only pushing his fingers deeper into flesh before formulating his answer “Nah, I think I’m good” The teases were enough to drive(🫣) the older out of his sane mind. He was cackling, crying, shacking. If someone would’ve seen this scene with absolutely no context, it would’ve looked more like a crime scene rather than a fun way to pass the time. Don’t get me wrong, Lee Know didn’t want this to stop. Well, he didn’t, his body on the other hand, would’ve liked a break. And it showed. He was involuntarily kicking his legs and slapping the younger’s hands repeatedly.

“Should I stop, hyung?” Jisung slowed down his attack, looking into the victim’s eyes seeking an answer “I-Ihihi just n-need aha moment…” Minho whimpered out, as his body went limp. After a few moments and quite a lot of worried thoughts from the ler’s side, the bunny sat up, clinging onto his dongsaeng “Just if you’re wondering, you didn’t cross any lines” “I was hoping I didn’t… Honestly, I tried to do everything that I would’ve liked on you.” “Oh, so you mean that I don’t always satisfy your lee moods?” Han blushed “Did I not satisfy yours, mister Lee?” “I think you should call yourself that, mister Han~” Minho smirked “Says the one that was laughing hysterically right under me just a few moments ago…” “Do you want to be laughing hysterically underneath me in just a few moments?” Jisung’s eyes suddenly widened “Maybe…”

“Oh it’s so on, Hannie…~”

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Hey! As you can probably tell, I’m not the most active on here… But I try! Thank you for reading. But most importantly, thank you @jinniefxrrxtt for the idea! I love Lee! Know. I feel like it doesn’t get appreciated enough.

[seungkwanniee]

pairing : idol!seventeen x fem!reader

genre : little angst , fluff

warnings : smoking, pet names, mentions of food (jun, wonwoo, mingyu and vernon) some cursing (woozi, seungkwan and vernon) reader being slightly younger (dino)

synopsis : dicovering that you smoke after few months of relationship

an : i'm sorry if some members are shorter than the others 😭 + omg i published it by mistake yesterday half written lol

〔 masterlist 〕

S.COUPS 』

boi was mad

"what you're doing?!"

he, almost aggresively, take the cigg that was laying between your lips and step on it

"babe, why?" he cup your cheeks, caressing your cheekbones with his tumbs

anger slowly leaving his body, making space for concern

bet that he pouts everytime he catches you smoking again even tought you said you would quit

JEONGHAN 』

he found out when he was teasing you

his hands were on your hips, tickling you

when from the pocket of your red leather jacket a packet of cigg falls out

"oh?"

he was mad confused

looks back and forth from your face and the pack of cigg laying on the floor

he picks them from the floor for you

he wasn't really mad, he was more like surprised

"you shouldn't, but you are a grown woman and you can to whatever you want"

JOSHUA 』

his eyes widen, yk like when he is angry lol

"honey..."

he slowly walks trowards you, where you were smoking

"don't get ang-" you can't even finish your sentence that he blocks you

"i'm not, I just want to know why you do that? it helps you?"

he is so gentle with you frfr

he listens to your reasons carefully, trying to understand you

"I don't like the fact that you smoke, I prefer that you don't do around me. I hate the fact that I just watch my girlfriend destroying herself"

JUN 』

you two were hanging at yours

a pack of cigg was laying on the table in front of the couch

you realize it only when Jun puts down his coup of tea right next to them

but he don't even notice it, little cat was too investend on the film

you manage to hide them in your pocket getting unnoticed, maybe

excuse him, he is like a kid

"what was that" he frown

"ooh, nothing. It's okay lets watch the film" you pat his head, letting him lean on your chest

HOSHI 』

do the most shocked face when he see the cigg between your fingers

he is too stunned to speak, that he stays silent for atleast five minutes

"ya~ what you're doing?!" he finally speaks

boy is frustrated, that he even (cutely) pouts his lips

he approachs you, scrounching his nose at the bad small coming from you

wrap your waist with his big arms

looks at you from below while you still inhale and blow out the smoke

"you look hot tho"

in love

WONWOO 』

when it happened it was at his house

he was walking trowards the kitchen to take some snaks for you both as you were complaining about bengin hungry

a pink and silver lighter laying on the floor caught his eyes, it was too bright to get unnoticed

he takes it from the floor and scans the few glitter that decorated it

ofc it was yours, only you and him put feet on his house recently and he was sure he didn't own a glittery pink lighter

he smirks, thinking how cute it was. He can see you putting effort on your little treasure

"love?" he calls you out, walking again to the living room, where you were impatiently waiting

"don't tell me you didn't got any sna- oh"

you cut your owns words when the familiar pink lighter is in his hands

you search furiously in your pockets and after getting that, yeah it was yours, you look at him with a guilty look

"it's a bad habit, but I know you won't stop just because I told you so"

actually he was so chilly about the situation, he ofc worries for you but it's your choice

WOOZI 』

one day you recive a call from him

without even an "hi" or "goodmorning" he speaks

"since when you smoke?"

his voice was terrifyingly calm

"wait, what?" you were surprised "you heard me, you forgot your lighter on the studio"

"shit, so this is where it went" you was searching it for DAYS

"yeah, this is where it went. Why you didn't told me before about that?"

Woozi voice was terrifyingly cold, that sent you shivers down your spine

"I was scared" "I see"

"you should stop now, I will don't just let my girlfriend destroy herself"

and when he says a thing, he means it.

DOKYEOM 』

"lovie?"

you hear the soft voice behind you

your cigg stands in mid-air when you turn around and his lips are cutely pouted

lost of words, he just looks at you and mumble incoerent words

deeply looks down at the cigg

"why you didn't told me before?"

he was more upset that you didn't told him than you actually smoking

he'd be pouting right in your face the whole week, until you promise him that you will quit

MINGYU 』

caught the pack of ciggs on your kitchen table when he was about to cook dinner for you

he didn't warned you that he was going at yours, you weren't even at home

he just entered, as he owns a copy of your keys

when you enter in your house and a good smell was wandering around the house, you know he must have seen them already

"darling, can I know what these are?"

the pack was looking so tiny in his big ass hands

but you can't take him seriously when his pink apron is leaced around his waist

"take me seriously for one time"

upset until you don't hug or kiss him

his members making fun of him are enough

MINGHAO 』

minghao catches you almost istantly, but doesn't let you know

when he sees you smoking on the balcony he acts really unbothered

meanwhile you were panicking trying to cancel all the evidence, uselessly

"I already know that you smoke, dove"

he sigh, he was waiting for you to tell him whenever you were ready

"that doesn't mean i like your bad habit. You can do meditation with me, I promise it will help you"

actually, you weren't into these things, but you do it just for him

SEUNGKWAN 』

he is the king of overreacting for one reason

I can't even explain his face, it's like you be betrayed him

takes the already half cigg from your lips a throw it

"girl, you can't be serious"

and when you try to defend yourself, he will roast you asf

"fuck, thats why your breath always smelled like shit"

he was too caught up in the moment, mean as hell

he will apologize after, clinging on you and act all cutely pretending that he never said anything

but he will make sure that you will drop your bad habit

VERNON 』

completely the opposite, he was so layed back

he casually sees the lighter that you poorly hidden

"the lighter is cute"

he says all of the sudde continuing eating his meal

unbothered king forreal

"you aren't mad at me?" you ask because like, he really doesn't give a fuck

"no? I smoke too"

a man full of surprises

smoking dates are now a must

DINO 』

pulls his cute confused face (I live for his confused face 😔)

"what?" he looks around confused, it must be a candid camera right?

tries to give you a lecture. If he can't with his 12 hyung, he will do it with you

"my wife, you are still so young for doing this" he cries out

"dude, i'm 23..."

"you are too young to call me wife"

[missamyrisa2]

Hello miss amy!, i saw a comic and got a weird idea and would like your expert opinion on it: imagine waking up not knowing anything you look at yourself and realice you are completelly restrained and naked with no way of moving at all, you start looking around and see an open door, and someone enters in.

A gorgeous and sexy women with horns and a long cute tail, you start asking and begging to let you go, but she just smiles and gets closer to you, teases and cares your whole body up and down, just a little touch of her long, and of course, ticklish nails. Then she snaps her fingers and you feel your little pearl grow and the sensivity fells completelly inhuman, you dont believe it until she gently blows a bit of air on it and you almost came because of it. She starts walking to the door, but before going away, she snaps her fingers and dissapears from your vision, before you can even start thinking of moving away, 10 little demons jump on you and start tickling you on every single ticklish spot you got, the only part they dont touch is your new hypersensitive jewel, she gave them specific instructions to not touch it. The worst part is when you realize that THEIR WHOLE BODIES ARE HELLA TICKLISH, specially their feather-like tails, you are a complete laughing mess and no matter how much you beg, they are not stoping.

When the demoness comes back you are bareilly breathing, you start beging her again to let you go, but she just smiles and gently blows on your pearl again, you pull on the restrains in vain, you wont move away, she snaps her fingers again and out of nowhere you are covered in scented oils, and she begings to spread it and tickling from your armpist all the way to your feets, still avoiding your pearl, and all you can do is laugh and squirm, after an hour she stops, snaps her fingers again and you are covered in oils again, and she starts everything again, she repeats this process 8 more times.

When she finished, you take a minute to breath again, and when you tought it was finally over, she bends down between your legs, looks at you and sticks her tounge out, is the longest tounge you have ever seen, with little lumps around it that move on their own too, then she finally starts paying attention to your pearly pearl with it, and you would have come if it werent for the fact that she putted a spell on you to never come until given permition. To make things worse, she calls the little demons and start tickling you all over again, you are livid, she only stops a second, looks at you and says "welcome to tickle hell" and goes back to your pearl, your blood runs cold at the realisation.

This is your life now. Btw: would you like to be the trapped girl or the tickler demon?

Ooooh myyy this is quite a sultry vision ~ and I always loooove the tickle devil setup especially pairing with an angelic ticklee, all caught in the wicked web and corrupted by the ticklish forces ~<3 And tiny tickly tickly minions? Oooh soooo dastardly, so overloading~ mmh ~ I would definitely lean into my gothyyy side to be that tickle devil, giving my mosttt smug arrogant little taunting expressions as I bring my cute angel to the brink of the most blinding sparklyyyy gigglegasms ever before pulling back and mercilessly tickle bullying with my helpers ~ and then pushing them right over the edge anyway for allll that delightful overstimulation ~

(anddd sorry for the awkwardness buttt in this scenario I'd also be the demon because I don't actually have a pearly pearl, though I do adore them sooo much and all their cute pretty ticklishnesss)

[alechans-cutetickles]

꒦꒷ boo♡︎booth day ꒦꒷

Day : 7

🇮🇹:aww i carini dell circo penzavano che era un succo di fragola? No scioccini e una pozione di solletico~^//^💕

🇺🇸:aww the cuties of the circus tought that it was an a strawberry juice? No silly it's an a tickle potion~ ^//^💕

[montimer]

feel free to ignore this one if it's too weird but can we get some x reader tickle fluff with joker? like, reader's big sad maybe and he wants to cheer them up? 🥺

Its not weird! I like it, sure!

Joker cheering up sad!reader

Warning: none just fluff

You were laying in bed. Almost all day.

Joker saw how sad you were (and prob tired)

He tought all the ways he could cheer you up.

He could kill for you,make a prank or or...if that doesn't work. There is one way to make people laugh without trying

He sneaked up behind you "I know ur here,Joker. Ya know i can hear-"

He jumped at you (but like not to squeeze or hurt you) and he started tickle you.

He did it for almost 5 minutes.

And ya were crying from all the laughing. And you couldn't tickle him back,he was stronger.

"That's what I like to hear. A good laugh could fix anything!"

He cuddled close to you and wiped ur tears away.

Ya were feeling better now,less tired too. You looked up at him,he was smiling at you

"I luv you~ y/n"

"I love you too"