Jester toy

In a Tokyo ruled by Bonten, the city's most dangerous men discover that the only thing more lethal than their empire is the nameless female assassin they can't control — and can't resist.

Aeolian meets a handsome guy at an art exhibition 1 year and 9 months ago.When they realize they have similar tastes, they decide to get to know each other. After going out for several months with the guy—who turns out to be a police officer—Dick Grayson starts flirting with her. After a few months, they make their relationship official and some time later, Aeolian moves into Dick’s apartment, where he lives with his dog

A survivor of Na'vi's most peaceful clan escapes RDA cryostasis into the arms of the Sully family's.

In this spicy Jujutsu Kaisen modern AU, a quiet cybersecurity genius has been secretly obsessing over you for months, and fixing your deleted spicy vacation photos is the teasing whisper that finally makes him snap.

A quiet Slytherin girl catches the eye of Theodore Nott, the silent, possessive pureblood who speaks only when it matters—and loves even quieter.

Katsuki Bakugo cannot be managed, handled, or reasoned with by anyone. His manager found one exception on archive footage from eight years ago: one woman, one word, and he sat down and stayed there. The problem is she is engaged to someone else. The bigger problem is he never got over her, and now she is in his life again.

Your the daughter of the emperor, just turned eighteen and as your birthday present your Father gave you a personal jester to keep you entertained, hes fun, silly, but something about him seems off.

The palace whispers that people who upset You rarely stay alive for long. Servants disappear. Nobles fall from horses.A councilman is found smiling with a knife through his throat. And every single time-the court jester somehow appears beside you afterward wearing that same soft smile like he already knows exactly what happened.

your honeymoon with Zuko unfolds in a space that finally belongs only to the two of you. The weight of his crown is set aside for the night, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable—yet no less intense.

Zuko had spent his whole life certain he would be the end of his line. That it would be kinder. Two winters into your arranged marriage, you draped yourself across his study cushions and asked him, very softly, for a child. His. Yours. A house full of them. He had not known, until that moment, how badly he had wanted to be asked. How long he had wanted to fill you with his name, his line, his everything. How starved he had been for the permission to want this out loud.