#looking respectfully (in an ace way)

[is-this-tf]

Most underrated type of tf, GO!!

Oh my GOD- okay first off to be clear: everyone has one of these. Everyone has an opinion on what kind of TF is underrated, what kind they want to see more of and what they think deserves more love, and they're all right. TF is a wide as hell interest, and like god damn we're insatiable, but that's alright because it really IS good. (so long as it isn't hurting people but that's a given.)

That said.

Fucking. OC TF. I want to TF into your OCs. I WANT TO TF INTO SO MANY OF YOUR OCS SO BAD THEY'RE SO COOL OR HOT OR CUTE OR GENDER OR WELL CRAFTED OR ALL OF THE ABOVE AND EVERYTHING, and holy GOD I wish people made more TF content for their extremely extremely TFable OCs. Fursonas or sonas in general, dnd characters, original content characters, in-universe self inserts or other OCs made for canon material, the list goes on and on and on and ON. OC TF IS SO, SO UNDERRATED.

(I suffer from what I like to call 'chronic fast TF mood metabolism' and it's terminal. It's forever. I'm in this for the long haul. I see a hot character or a fat OC or a fuzzy AU of a character or a goddamn cool half-finished sketch of a design for something (usually ANYTHING) and I pick that TF mood up so fucking fast. I'm so FUCKED, you have to understand. Please, please make TF content of your extremely TFable OCs I am STARVING.)

OC TF is the Best TF, and you can quote me on this because I am RIGHT!

[sluttish-armchair]

Me: “I’m going to stop procrastinating and read The Invisible Man this weekend.”

Me, not even a day later: “Hehehehe Fahrenheit 451 go BRRRRRRR”

[katskitoshi]

"W-WAIT, YOU'RE NOT A BOY?" with TWISTED WONDERLAND

synopsis: he's gotten to the point where he thinks he knows everything about you, until you (accidentally) spring on him that you're not even a guy.

characters: riddle, trey, cater, ace, deuce, leona, ruggie, jack, azul, jade, floyd, kalim, jamil, vil, rook, epel, idia, ortho, malleus, lilia, silver, & sebek x fem! reader

includes: mutual crush relationships (everyone -ortho), cursing, mentions panties and bras, slightly suggestive in some parts.

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if not for an unbirthday party where you needed an outfit that accommodated your body more, riddle rosehearts would have never noticed unless you outwardly told him. only now did he realize your more feminine features, and he turns as red as his hair. after realizing, he does treat you slightly more respectful because he was raised to treat women respectfully. besides being more respectful, flustered, and in love with you, not much changed in you two's friendship.

trey clover would have found out sooner or later even if his hand never touched your bra on accident while tying your apron. he straight up asks if you're a girl, and when you tell him you are he acts surprised and flustered. honestly, not much changes. he acts the exact same but gets slightly more protective of you.

when cater diamond found out over magicam that you were a a girl, he nearly died. he just though you were one of the guys that were more naturally feminine, only to find out you're actually a female. honestly, he's not mad. he still loves you! he'll help you keep it a secret if you wish, but if you don't want to, there probably won't be a student in the school who doesn't know you're a girl. but don't worry, he'll keep all those icky pervs away!

okay, okay. because he's a little shit, he wanted to prank you and it just happened to involve you dressing yourself. so ace trappola waited until he knew you were changing to barge into your room, only to be face to face with you in just a bra and panties. he screams, like a girl, more girly than you, and rushed out the dorm with his face red. the next day is awkward, but at least he knows his crush is a girl, and that you have a really cute body under the clothes that convinces others you're a boy.

it's just so strange, the feelings deuce spade has. he even calls his mom and tells her all about his little crush. but by the way he was describing you, ms. spade didn't think you were a guy. so deuce builds up the courage to ask you if you're actually a guy. to his surprise when you tell him you're not, he dies of embarrassment. queue delinquent deuce whenever someone makes some pervy comment (or generally speaks) to you.

honestly, leona kingscholar probably knew already. he could probably sense or smell the female hormones on your or something. i don't know, all i know is that leona knows. he doesn't really have to ask or anything. he just knows. and you think he knows because he treats you better than any other male in the school. his attitude towards you doesn't ever really change but he's definitely flirty with you.

ruggie bucchi is in the same boat is leona. they both can just tell you're not a guy. however, he fears you. male hyenas usually listen to their female counterpart, so ruggie usually just listens. however, when he realizes he has control and that you aren't a threat, he's definitely becomes more friendly around you. no matter how much he fears you, his crush never ever leaves.

i won't lie, but every person in savanaclaw probably knows you're a girl. jack howl included. he won't make it painfully obvious that he knows but he definitely lets you know subtly know he knows. he shows you great amounts of respect and sometimes can't help but feel absolutely vile for thinking of you in some... not so respectful ways.

look, you're gonna give the poor octopus a heart attack once he finds out! you're filling out a contract and you inform azul ashengrotto that you're a girl and ask for certain things to be changed. he simply dies on the spot from shock and is a blushy little octopus. he thinks of using you to convince more people to the monstro lounge, but he can't do that to his crush!

just as expected, jade leech finds out rather quickly. one walk in the forrest on a hot day and a crop top with some sweat soaking through was enough to spill the beans. of course he had his suspicions, but you confirmed them for him! he finds you somehow cuter with your secret revealed. don't worry, your secret is safe with him!

floyd leech always thought you were just so cute! so, he just has to squeeze you to show you his love, right? when he squeezed you, he felt something push against him. he realized what he felt was what all the female merfolk had. "oh, shrimpy! you have boobs!" and he enjoys squeezing your boobs more than you. it doesn't matter if they're big or small, he just can't stop squeezing them!

this shouldn't come as a surprise, but it takes kalim al-asim a long time to find out. i mean, he can quite literally see you naked and be like "wow! you're very female-bodied for a guy!" of course, he didn't find out that way, but he could have. he actually found out by spilling water on you and seeing your bra. anyways, he's surprisingly calm about it. he still treats you like a friend that he has an obvious crush on, so yeah!

jamil viper is surprisingly shocked at what he found out. a little cooking mishap caused you to take off your oversized hoodie and make jamil realize your more... feminine features on your upper body. of course, he's a lot more over protective of you, and oh! he just can't stop staring! he tries his best, but his crush is just a bit more apparent!

he had always had his suspicions. vil schoenheit always thought your more feminine appearance had been more than some accidental blessing. apparently, he was proven right when on a shopping spree he got a little look of your breasts while trying on some clothes. he'll bring you all sorts of clothes that he thinks will suit you, enjoying getting to see you try on the clothes. you can tell he knows your little secret by the more.. risky.. clothes, if you can even call them that, he requests you in.

rook hunt knew from the first second he saw you. you come into night raven and expect not to be observed by the hunter? how cute. he gets actual confirmation when he was watching you change one night. of course he looked away while you were naked (maybe not), but he saw your bra and completely knew. the next day, he obviously hugged you more to try and egg you on that he knows (and feel you), but don't worry, it doesn't take to long to find out.

okay, so epel felmier though you two were on the same boat. two really pretty men cursed by genetics somehow. but, after he takes you on a magic wheel ride and feels you against him, he realizes he is alone. he's obviously flustered but he feels more manly somehow? he protects you and comes off as manly as possible. surely other guys will see how manly he is if his crush, and the only girl on campus, sees it, right?

when idia shroud found out, he was more than surprised and honestly didn't even think he could face you ever again! with a bit of convincing from his dear little brother, he could face you again. although with pink tinted hair and a red face, he'll still see you! how did he find out exactly? well, he accidentally touched you boob when aiming to punch your shoulder after a won game.

(platonic) a simple body scan gave ortho shroud the answers he needed. ortho is the biggest idia x [name] shipper on the planet! he'll call you 'big sister', and probably lock you in a room with idia if it'll help speed up the love-i-fication process. eventually he'll break the news to his brother, but he loves playing the waiting game with him. is idia getting any closer to finding out? no- wait, yes, wait-!

malleus draconia is an intelligent man. however, to crack this mystery, he'll need every clue and sign laid before him. once he pieces the picture together, he still might need to to clarify that you are in fact a woman. and don't forget, malleus is a gentleman. he'll treat you with love and respect as he courts you, beds you, and makes you his queen.

at some age, you just realize what everyone is, y'know? lilia vanrouge just knows that you're a girl. it probably started out at a gut feeling that ended up true. and maybe he'll let you know that he knows by giving you a cutely wrapped box of matching black and pink panty and bra set! maybe with a rose and a note that says 'be my girl?'

sleepyhead silver realizes completely by accident when he just wanted to lay on your shoulder. next thing you know, you've pulled his head to your thighs and when he tries to look up, he's meet with a new type of pillow. he's conflicted between staying awake or going to sleep upon this newfound discovery. either way, don't think that his sleepiness will prevent him from wanting to be as knightly as possible for you.

sebek zigvolt accidentally unhooks your bra when trying to fix your posture. it's an awkward moment and sebek is surprisingly quiet when he asks you your gender. his loudness returns as he begins yelling about how informal he's been to you. as a servant of his dear master malleus, he promises to treat you with the utmost respect!

[delespresso]

DETESTATION ━━ Fiyero x fem!reader

author's note; this was previously titled 'kiss me' lol. i cant lie, i was sort of just winging it with this one — i've been doing a lot of rivals to lovers u guys, my brain is a little confused now 😭 idk if i liked this but i hope its good! <3

prompt; “You can’t just…kiss me to win a fucking argument, [NAME]!” “You’re right…but did it work?” ps; i changed it up a bit, oops

summary; the constant back and forth was totally out of total detestation. . . right?

━━ ☄. *. ⋆

It was the third invite to the Ozdust Ballroom within the month.

Ever since the Winkie Prince showed up at Shiz a few months back, he's been influencing quite a few trips to the scandalocious venue. In fact — he started it immediately on his first day.

She didn't plan on going this time either. Even if the invite had come directly from him, while he was following her tail all over campus.

"C'mon, princess, it'll be fun," Fiyero urged as he walked behind her like a little puppy.

Typically, she refused to even be in his vicinity. With her luck though, somehow Doctor Dillamond decided he needed a tutor to push him through history class — so of course, she was chosen, being the current top student.

"Think of it as me thanking you for helping me ace history," Fiyero continued.

He did, in fact, ace his history after that. A whole A solid.

"For the millionth time, Fiyero, no," she huffed.

He rolled his eyes at another rejection, still following her as they found their way into the dining hall. It was sparse at the moment, they were quite early this time.

"Your welcome for history. But that's it," she added.

She grabbed a tray, starting to put food on it. As she did though, the infuriatingly charming — and annoying — prince stole a piece right out of her plate.

"You should learn to live a little. See the nightlife. Go dancing. We don't live forever, you know?"

She stared up at him as he just went on his little ramble about life.

"If you're worried about a dance partner—"

"I really don't care—"

"I'm sure Boq is very kind to help in that," Fiyero said with a sly smirk.

Respectfully, Boq was nice and cute in a way, but she would much rather drink a tub of toxic elixir.

She could only scoff in response, picking up her tray and finding a seat. Still he refused to let up.

"One night. Its just one night, it really won't kill you," Fiyero insisted.

"It won't, but I might kill you."

She set her tray down with a huff, but she didn't get the chance to sit yet before he was pestering her again.

"I've lived quite well, I wouldn't mind dying at your hands," he shrugged.

"Are you serious right now?" she scoffed. "I have a fork and knife an inch away from my hands, don't tempt me."

"Oh, how horrifying," he mock gasped.

Oh, this little—

"Truthfully, I find a death by my history tutor to be a beautiful exit," he continued with a smug grin.

"You have no sense of self preservation. My hands would be a painful way to die," she retorted.

He didn't miss a beat, grabbing her hands in his in such an oddly gentle manner that had her brain crashing for a moment.

"These soft hands? I find that hard to believe."

She blinked rapidly, just staring at the way he held her hands to his chest for no reason. Why was her head spinning? Why was her pulse rushing?

"You're infuriating," she managed to hiss as she pulled her hands away.

Really, she had no idea why this man annoyed her so much. She felt an irrational amount of irritation when he was around. Her head would sometimes go empty when she looked at him, her heart suddenly going too fast and her stomach feeling like it was floating.

Dislike. Pure, utter, dislike. Loathing, perhaps. Detestation.

Those were the only acceptable answers.

She ended up taking her lunch to go, bringing it with her to eat somewhere else where she could escape him.

"Come dancing tonight!" he tried again even as she stomped away from him and replied over without turning back.

"Eat grass!"

It was her roommate that dragged her to the Ozdust Ballroom that night. No one else.

Certainly not the persistent, annoyingly handsome prince. No.

She allowed herself to have fun for a while, dancing around with her roommate. She didn't catch a single glimpse of him so she assumed he bailed.

She would be absolutely wrong when she ended up twirling right into his arms.

Fiyero's hands were on her waist, keeping her right there as her hands ended up on his biceps. He grinned down at her, that casual and laidback smile he always had.

"You came."

"Not because of you."

He chuckled at her quick defensiveness. It was cute to him. Taking her hand, he gave her a quick whirl before pulling her close again.

"Of course not," he agreed.

"Plenty of other reasons to come to a party," she nodded.

"Mhm."

"Nice ambience, people in nice outfits," she started to list aimlessly.

"Yes, they do dress up nice," he continued to agree.

"Good music, exceptional dancing—"

"You dance well."

"Random excuse to dress myself up too—"

"You look lovely."

"The lights are quite nice too, all blueish—"

She didn't get the chance to keep yapping when suddenly a pair of warm lips were on hers. It felt like she was on fire. A good kind of fire. When she opened her eyes again and their lips parted, she met his gaze under the lights.

Her lips were parted, her breath catching. Her face was definitely flushing and Oz— her head was reeling. She was too flustered she ended up fumbling her words.

"You can't just kiss me to win an argument, Fiyero!"

He laughed at her reaction. In hindsight, he should've probably not do it out of nowhere. But her reaction was priceless.

"Yeah, probably not. But it shut you up," he mused.

She stared up at him, eyes wide as she was clearly baffled.

"You need to stop finding excuses, princess," he teased, giving her yet another whirl.

Her dress flared out before she ended up back with him, flush against his chest. Whatever she felt for him was strong. Though she was starting to suspect it wasn't actually detestation.

She'd likely been in denial.

"You need to not kiss someone without permission," she retorted anyway.

Fiyero only smiled, but at least he nodded sincerely with a bit of a shrug.

"Fair enough. Sorry," he agreed. "Can I have a redo?"

She raised a single brow up at him, this time catching up with the dance way better than when she initially ended up in his arms. A coy, almost teasing smile pulled on her lips as she casually ended up leading the dance.

"Let's see your dancing first, Winkie Prince."

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[muwapsturniolo]

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐈 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐀 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧 🧊 Chris Sturniolo

"Just relax, you're only making yourself hotter."

✘ nsfw ahead. nipple play, nipple orgasm, ice/temperature play, oral (f and m receiving), p in v....with ice (DON'T DO THIS SHIT UNLESS YOU PUT A CONDOM AROUND THE ICE! IF YOU DO THIS AND GET HURT, ION KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU!!)

Sweat.

You could feel the sweat dripping down the side of your face and down the valley of your breasts, your skin feeling sticky and gross. The whole state of California was currently experiencing a heat wave, the temperature reaching 115 degrees - and it was just your luck that the triplet's AC unit went out.

You four were currently on the couches, half-dressed, attempting to stay cool during the scolding heat. Nick was sprawled out hogging all the ice packs, Matt was clicking away angrily on his phone as he tried to get in touch with the AC company, and Chris was laid out on the floor by your leg, claiming the hardwood floors were cool.

"This is bullshit, I hate all three of you right now. Why the fuck did I pack my shit and move to LA with yall?"

It was no secret that when the temperature would rise and the summer heat settled in, you became agitated. There was nothing about summer or the heat you enjoyed. You were always hot and sweating, you felt gross, your lace would lift, and there were too many bugs.

"Because you love me, and you're clingy." Chris's words earn him a firm kick to the back that makes him swat at your leg. "Is this how the cast of Victorious felt? " Nick mumbles as he wipes the sweat from his forehead.

"Probably worse, they were stuck in a hot-ass RV. I'm surprised they didn't die of suffocation," you mumble with your eyes closed. Suddenly, Matt jumps up from his spot on the couch, an angry scowl on his face. " Fuck this shit, the damn repair company is too busy dealing with everyone in LA! I'm going to the store and buying an AC to put in the window. Nick, let's go!" Nick gives Matt a dirty look, confused as to why he's the one being forced to go.

"Why me?"

"Because if I bring Chris, you and Y/n will just argue, and I don't want to come home to that. If I bring Chris, then Y/n will come, and respectfully, I don't want to deal with her attitude from this damn heat."

If you weren't too hot, you probably would have said something snarky in retaliation to Matt, but you knew he was right. With a sigh of annoyance, Nick stands up, both he and Matt quickly getting ready to go buy an AC.

As the door slams shut, you stand up from the couch, "M'gonna takes a cold shower until those two come back. If I have to deal with any more of this heat, I think I'm actually going to tweak out." Chris watches as you walk downstairs to his room, going to grab your towel and a change of clothes. A small clinking noise is heard, and Chris's attention is drawn to a glass of ice-cold water, the ice slowly rising to the top.

He smiles to himself as he pushes himself off the floor, his skin sticking to the wood. He snags the glass off the side table and quickly makes his way to the bedroom, a small pep in his step. He enters the bedroom and sees you standing by his nightstand, looking down at your phone. He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You instantly push him back, your face scrunched in annoyance, "Chris, don't start! It's too hot for you to be touching all up on me!"

Your aggravated words don't bother him, he's used to your attitude caused by the heat- after all, he's had to deal with it for years. He rolls his eyes and pulls you into him once more, his grip firm.

"Calm down baby, you're only going to make yourself hotter." He mumbles as he begins to toy with your bikini bottoms, his lips starting to leave small kisses on your shoulder. Despite his touch burning your skin, you lean into him.

"It's too hot to be having sex Chris, I'm not in the mo-Come on baby, I got a plan, you just have to get naked." You turn around so you're facing him, only for your stomach to come in contact with a cold sensation. You jump in shock and look down, seeing your cold glass of water in Chris's hand. You look up and see that boyish smirk on his face that you've always loved.

"What are you getting at Chris?"

"I just want to cool you down."

He pulls the string to your bikini, the material falling off your body as he pushes you back onto the bed. he straddles one of your legs, taking a long sip of water. Some of it drips down his chin, trailing down his chest and stopping at his happy trail. He leans down and hovers over you, his eye contact firm and steady.

Suddenly, he dips his head into your neck, your body flinching as you feel something cold and wet trailing across your skin.

Ice.

Chris chuckles softly as he holds the ice in his mouth, slowly moving from your neck to your chest. His movements are slow and teasing, goosebumps rising along your body, the singular ice cube causing chills to rush up your spine. Chris's eyes meet yours as he trails his mouth down to your exposed breasts.

You flinch softly as his cold lips wrap around your nipple, a soft gasp escaping your mouth as the ice cube circles around the bud. As he focuses on one with his icy mouth, he tweaks the other, pulling at it gently and flicking it.

It's odd how quickly your body reacts to his ministrations. Your breathing had become erratic, your abdomen clenching as you felt that familiar coil in your stomach. "O-oh shit, Chris wai-" You're cut off by your own moans, your orgasm hitting you quicker than you expected.

Chris gives you no time to recover, trailing the ice down the valley of your breasts as he yanks your shorts down. He throws them across the room, pushing open your legs as he kneels on the ground. He takes his precious time, dragging the ice cube with his mouth along your inner thighs. It wasn't until the cube of frozen water had melted that he attached his mouth to your clit.

You yelp in shock - his cold tongue flicking at your warm clit has your back arching, your eyes rolling back. Between the temperature change, the previous orgasm that never calmed down, and his skillful mouth, your body goes into a state of shock. Your hands grip at his sweaty hair, pushing him away and closer to your aching mound at the same time.

You were so caught up in your own pleasure, you didn't notice Chris soaking his fingers in the cold water. He pushes both his index and ring finger into your aching cunt, immediately curling them against that special spot that has your legs shaking.

It wasn't long before you reached your second orgasm, your eyes clenching shut, back arching, and Chris's head still shoved against your cunt. He pulls away with a satisfied smile, planting a soft kiss to your thighs before standing on his feet.

"Are you cooled down now?"

You slowly sit up, swallowing harshly as you try to even out your breathing. You reach for the glass of water, taking a big sip. Just like Chris had done, you secretly take an ice cube into your mouth and set the glass down. You let it sit in your mouth until it's a bit smaller and push Chris down on the bed, pulling his boxers down.

He watches with hard eyes as you grab his dick and allow spit to dribble out of your mouth and onto his tip. He sucks in a sharp breath as the cold spit collides with his tip, your thump swiping over it and beginning to jerk him off. He moans softly, his body relaxing into the mattress. However, his relaxation is interrupted by the coldness of your mouth taking him all the way down your throat, his hips jerking as he groans loudly.

"Holy sh-shit," He lifts his head and looks down at you, watching as your plump lips wrap around his girthy length. You bob your head at a steady pace, swirling the half-melted ice cube around his tip in the process.

"Shit- oh fuck- you better swallow it." He mumbles feeling himself already reaching his tipping point- the ice doing nothing but making him sensitive. It wasn't long before he filled your mouth and you swallow with ease.

He yanks you up off the floor so you're straddling his lap, the two of you smashing your lips against each other. You make out for what feels like hours until he rolls you over on your back. He pulls away from you and looks down at you, "You're getting hot again baby-" He lazily reaches over to the nightstand and scoops the last half-melted ice cube out of the glass. He hikes your body closer and motions for you to hold your legs. You do as told, hooking your arms behind your knees and pulling the limbs closer to your chest.

He focuses down on your dripping cunt and spreads your folds apart, slowly pushing the ice cube into your warmth. You gasp at the new and shocking feeling- you could feel the now rounded edges of the ice cube, the warmth of your walls causing the water to trickle out. Chris wastes no time in slowly pushing himself inside of you, both of you moaning out at the pleasurable feeling.

He loved your cunt as it was, the way your warm walls stretched to welcome his length before clamping down and begging for him to stay inside- but there was something different about the temperature change caused by the ice cube,

Everything was sensitive, it was mind-blowing.

He rocks his hips slowly, watching the way your eyes roll back and your face contorts. His slow thrusts turn into quick and harsh ones, your hands dropping your legs as you grip at his arms.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Chris Chris Chr-" He cuts you off by shoving his fingers in your mouth. " I know baby- shiitt- feels so good, feels so fucking good." He groans out. You swirl your tongue around his fingers, moaning around the slim digits as you feel yourself getting close.

"Pussy feels so good-mm fuuck- gonna come for me?" He pulls his fingers from your mouth, and begins to circle your clit with your spit.

Your back arches as you let out a pornographic moan, your legs shaking violently as you reach your final orgasm. Chris follows shortly, spilling his seed deep in your warmth. He collapses right on top of you, the both of you panting harshly at the new experience.

After a few minutes of harsh panting, he slowly sits up and pulls out, watching as his cum mixed with water spills out of you quickly, pooling around the cusp of your ass.

It wasn't long before the both of you were standing in his shower, the lukewarm water cleansing the sweat and other fluids from your bodies. You clean each other off, giggling softly as you both talk about the new bedroom experience and what you liked about it. " I know what we should try during the winter," You voice with a smile on your face. Chris chuckles and raises a brow, pulling you closer.

"Oh yeah? And what's that?" Before you can answer, a banging on the door catches both of your attention.

" We got AC's for all three rooms. I left it on your couch." Matt's muffled voice shouts through the sound of the shower. Chris responds with a quick "thanks" and looks back down at you.

"What should we try during winter?" Your hand slowly wraps around his dick, starting to jerk it slowly as you maintain eye contact.

"Wax play."

[nuggets-small-corner]

Camp Counselor Nanami who only took this job as a last resort thing and was trying to see it in a more positive light that he got a chance to escape the city. Life after college was tough for him and if he got a chance to ignore his problems, then he’ll take it. 

Camp Counselor Nanami who is shocked to see such a cute worker here. You were apparently one of the head counselors who worked over the arts and crafts section. He regretted putting himself down for the outdoors activities now. 

Camp Counselor Nanami tries so hard to make sure to be next to you every single training day leading up to the camp session. He made sure to arrive at the meeting at least 30 seconds after you in order to sit next to you without having to ask you to sit next to him. This results in you calling him your seat partner and cracking jokes with him. 

Camp Counselor Nanami who is actually slightly upset once the new camping session starts because that means less time together. He has to spend his morning getting ready the outside activities with the other counselors then wrangling together some kids to do said activities, then clean up after them. 

Camp Counselor Nanami did realize after 3 days that the kids schedule was different than what he assumed. The kids had arts and crafts after their outdoor activities.

Camp Counselor Nanami who always volunteers to walk the kids from the site to the main cabin for their arts and crafts. The first day he brought them over, he saw you squatting with paint splattered all over you. You looked up and happily called out his name. His simple name sounded so sweet coming from your mouth. 

Camp Counselor Nanami doesn’t even need to start a conversation as you were always skipping towards him to greet him and ask how the outdoors activity went. His brain was too busy looking at how pretty you look with some random glitter across your cheek. He was so tempted to wipe it away to feel how soft and warm your skin was. Or maybe it was cool from the blasting AC in the cabin. Maybe he could warm you up. 

Camp Counselor Nanami that always struggles through the transition report to let you know of what happened beforehand. However, can you blame him? He’ll be in the middle of talking and he can see the way your eyes trailed down his neck that was still drenched in sweat from the unforgiving sun. The way your head tilts as you look him over once before looking up at him through your lashes. 

Camp Counselor Nanami who has an inner turmoil over if you’re actually checking him out or just looking at him. He hates how he stutters over his words. This gorgeous person is in front of him and he’s acting like he’s unable to put together a coherent sentence. 

Camp Counselor Nanami arrives for lunch and is ready to sit at the counselor's table like usual, but at the very last minute, he sees you running up to him. Your hand wraps about his arm and he felt slightly pleased to see that your hand was unable to wrap around his bicep. 

You happily talked about how a flock of ducks had just flown into the lake and how you were going to eat out there. Camp Counselor Nanami doesn’t even think twice to follow you to the lake, even if you hadn’t directly invited him. 

Camp Counselor Nanami that wasn’t prepared when you leaned up next to him under the tree. The ducks were flying around the lake and even coming on the land to check out their surroundings. However, he was too busy looking at the way you were curling into him as you animatedly talked about how arts and crafts went. You spoke about the pink hair kid who made muppets of his other friends. You went on to how one student who did not want to take off his panda onesie got an entire bottle of glue on his fur.

Camp Counselor Nanami who, respectfully, didn’t give a flying fuck what those kids did. He was staring down at the sunlight dancing across your skin. The way your top was a little too tight allowed him to see your beautiful body that he wanted to feel in his hand. The way his shoulder was being used as your pillow to talk. He felt like he couldn’t breathe from the fear of ruining this moment with you. 

Your eyes looked at Nanami to see his pupil blow wide as he stared deeply at you. You almost wanted to look away from how intense he was looking at you. His stoic face made it seem like he was upset, but after a month together, you had a feeling of what he was feeling. 

Camp Counselor Nanami felt his entire body tense up as your hand reached up to his face to gently hold it. Your body rotated causing more of it to be pressed up against him. You were mumbling something, but he could barely hear it over the blood rushing in his ears. He didn’t dare move or breathe as you began to lean in. Your eyes slowly close, allowing your long lashes to lay against your cheek. 

Camp Counselor Nanami who for a split second considers murder when his name is yelled by a group of kids. You jumped away from him just in time for three of the kids to come running up talking about lunch being over. The pink-haired kid began to talk about how he didn’t see Nanami or Y/N return to the cabin and wanted to make sure you guys weren’t hurt. 

Camp Counselor Nanami who doesn’t respond. He just gets up from the tree and walks over to the boy. His hand reaches out and grabs the back of the boy shirt. Almost effortlessly, he lifts the boy up and begins to walk back to the cabin. A heavenly sound of giggles comes from behind him and Nanami feels the invisible string pull his eyes back to you. 

Camp Counselor Nanami who stares in awe at how your legs were pulled up and you appeared slightly embarrassed, but still managed to laugh all together. You look up with what he can now place as adoration. “Maybe tomorrow, I can show you another spot, seat partner?”

Camp Counselor Nanami gives you a rare smile as he nodded at you. The kid in his arm starts to squeal and laugh, talking about putting him down. Nanami ignores him to get another look at how beautiful you look. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Camp Counselor Nanami who will make sure to ‘accidentally’ lock the cabin door tomorrow.

[harunayuuka2060]

Cater: Acey-kun~ What did you do to anger a whole dorm like that?

Ace: I don't know, Cater-senpai!

Riddle: Are you sure? Because even Leona-senpai was glaring at you.

Ace: ...

Deuce: It's because Ace said something stupid to Yuurin.

Deuce: About the hairpin.

Ace: I apologized already!

Trey: *laughs* Yes. I've seen that. But please don't do it again, Ace.

Trey: You don't want to mess with Leona.

Ace: Geez. He wasn't like this with Jack and Epel.

Riddle: You don't understand, Ace. If I have someone like Yuurin in Heartslabyul, I would be overprotective too.

Ace: Tch.

Cater: I'm not really familiar with this Yuurin, Riddle-kun.

Cater: What is he like?

Riddle: Oh, he's—

Riddle: You want to ride the horses?

Yuurin: Yes. Would it be possible, Housewarden Riddle?

Riddle: Hm. I can allow it, though do you have experience in riding one?

Yuurin: Yes. I took classes when I was little.

Riddle: I see. Well then, follow me.

Riddle: I suggest that you choose the most docile one for your own safety.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: *points to a certain horse* How about that one?

Riddle: You can't. He's quite aggressive. He has already harmed multiple students because of his short-temper and attitude.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: *approaches the horse's stall*

Riddle: Yuurin! What are you doing?!

Yuurin: *is having a staring contest with the horse*

The (aggressive) horse: *pricks his ears*

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: *turns to look at Riddle with eagerness* I like him.

Riddle: ...

Random student: Are you sure about this, Sir Riddle?

Riddle: We'll just send him to infirmary if anything happens.

Yuurin: *riding the horse she picked*

Riddle: Yuurin! What are you planning to do now?

The horse: *whines, trotting in place*

Yuurin: Let's do a race.

Riddle: What?! It'll be dangerous for you!

Yuurin: I trust my horse.

Trey: So, did you end up having a race?

Riddle: Yes. He's not bad for a first-timer.

Cater: Does that mean he's a member of the Equestrian Club now?

Riddle: *sad frowns* No. He's still choosing. But I have given him permission to visit the horse whenever he wants to.

Ace: Y-You gave him special privilege?

Deuce: He hasn't chosen a club yet?

Ace, Trey, Riddle, and Cater: ...

Riddle: Deuce.

Deuce: D-Don't misunderstand, Housewarden Rosehearts! I have no plans in stealing Yuurin from the Equestrian Club!

Cater: Ah! By the way, Acey-kun! Isn't Jamil looking for a new member for the Basketball Club?

Ace: Huh? Y-Yeah... Why?

Cater: I'm sure Leona and the Savanaclaw students are still pissed about what you did, I think it will be an opportunity to be friends with Yuurin so they will forget entirely about the whole hairclip-bullying accusation. *smiles*

Riddle: That's a great idea, Cater.

Ace: ...

Ace: I-I'll try...

Ace: Please, Leona-senpai!

Leona: No. Yuurin is in the middle of training right now.

Leona: AND I HAVEN'T STILL FORGIVEN YOU.

Ace: ...

Ace: I'll just wait for him then.

Ace: What is he doing by the way— *his eyes widened*

Yuurin: *doing a triangle choke hold against an upperclassman*

Other students: *shouting* Yuurin! Don't let him create a space!

The upperclassman: I'm still... stronger than you, Yuurin!

Yuurin: !!!

Yuurin: *releases the grip around his neck, seizing hold of the trapped arm*

Yuurin: *with a swift adjustment, she transitions smoothly, securing the armbar position, applying pressure to his elbow*

The upperclassman: Ow! Ow! Stop! Stop!

Yuurin: *releases him*

The upperclassman: *groans* Ow...

Yuurin: Thank you so much for your assistance, senpai. *bows respectfully to him*

The upperclassman: Yeah... We'll do the defenses next.

The upperclassman: But let's do that after this week.

The upperclassman: I'm beat.

The other students: Great job, Yuurin!

Ace: ...

Leona: You still here?

Ace: Um... Wow.

Ace: Good thing we don't have a wrestling competition here.

Leona: There'll be one. *smirks* And I might invite you to compete.

Ace: Eh?! Please don't, Leona-senpai!

Yuurin and the rest of the Savanaclaw students: *looking at their direction*

Savanaclaw student A: Isn't that Ace Trappola from Heartslabyul?

Savanaclaw student B: What is that punk doing here?

Savanaclaw student C: Is he still making fun of you, Yuurin?

Yuurin: Oh. No. He already apologized.

Savanaclaw students: Good, good.

Savanaclaw students: Just beat him up like you did to us if he ever teases you again.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: *smiles*

Savanaclaw students: ...

Savanaclaw students: Our little sister is so cute. 🥺

[la2yn0va]

Hello there! Can I request some yandere Black Swan, Acheron, Jingliu and Kafka (self aware) x male reader who is single and has absolutely no experience in relantionship yet is down bad for them or has an interest for them

Call me crazy… I get a feeling you like women…

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Black Swan

She automatically knows you like her. She feels your eyes looking down at her softly, the same way others look at her when they found her attractive.

And she is a bragging bitch about it. “Oh, his grace built you? Couldn’t be me~ he maxed me out immediately~”

She finds your inexperience down right adorable. The way you stutter at least thrice when she’s in your vision. The way your eyes shine when she talks.

When you eventually get dragged into the world of Honkai Star rail, she lets go of all restrains. With no shame she flirts with you EVERY SEXTILLION SECOND.

She makes sure your a flustered and blushing mess, rubbing against you so your hand grazes her chest area.

Getting close enough to make sure her breath attacks your neck and the her lips tickle your skin, while whispering provocative things into your ear.

She always steals you away from people any chance/time she gets/wants to. After all, you LOVE her right~? There’s no issues with acting as you girlfriend (unofficial)

Just to make sure no one interferes in your little sessions, she goes into glass paintings/objects with you (in her trailer she goes into things like glass paintings)

Her hands are always on you in some manner, weather it be romantically around your neck or your arms, or in a more sexual manner.

In short, black swan takes the lead in this relationship

Acheron

She’s pretty confused on why you’re acting different with her at first. However, after a few moments/after encountering firefly and the trailblazer on their ‘date’ she’d finally realize you LIKE her.

She acts more shy whenever your around her, she doesn’t really know how to interact with you. More so because she doesn’t know how to… react to your feelings.

Yes she loves you back, but she’s never had a crush/lover so she’s as lost and inexperienced as you.

Although others are jealous of her, they also find it pretty fucking cute, and make a whole ‘will they or won’t they’ game show.

In battle acheron will always crit for you, and when in idle she compliments you subtly. She doesn’t wanna scare you away.

The ancient scrolls say you believe their video game characters. so she’ll hide her time until you finally get transferred back here, to your real home AND to her.

And when you do get isekai’d by whatever fuckin means, I’d like to congratulate you, as you now have earned a VERY FUCKING SCARY GUARD DOG.

Acheron doesn’t leave your side for a second (unless you ask her to in which case she’ll stand BEHIND you. Or if your in the bathroom)

Acheron quickly learns how to show her love towards you through acts of service, words of affirmation, and physical touch.

She likes to hold your hand, and with no shame likes to proclaim to everyone that the two of you are an item. Which you don’t deny.

Acheron takes the lead in the relationship

Jingliu

The most normal about your attraction to her.

She’ll be honored that you love her, and shows it through ALWAYS crit damaging enemies and taking less health from her allies.

While in idle she’ll (like everyone else) will say a unofficial voiceline towards you, complimenting you and slightly hinting that she knows she’s a ‘video game character’

Another unofficial thing she’ll do while in idle is remove her blindfold and stare into your eyes lovingly YET respectfully.

When you get transferred into the game, it’s basically the same as acheron. But she’s more open and well normal about your relationship.

She’s slightly overprotective and possessive but that’s about it. She spends all her time by your side, weather it be in bed (get yo mind out the gutter) or IN bed (put it back in the gutter) or simply walking/exploring other planets.

She shows her love through..well everything. Acts of service, physical touch, gift giving, etc…

Overall not much to say here, she’s the most normal and a less scary (when not Mara-struck) acheron.

No one takes the lead, yall just switch leading roles every other day.

Kafka

Kafka is also very similar to black swan.

She immediately knows you love her, and she takes pride in it, after all who doesn’t? (Kafka’s the type to make gay men question themselves, as I myself can NOT attest to 😉)

Unlike her fellow…acolytes, she’s much more suave and blunt about her knowledge on your attraction. After all, your so adorable and cute for the god of gods (or as I like to refer to the reader who’s a god in self aware au—THE OMNI AEON)

In idle, she pulls out a blurry photo of your and kisses it while staring right at you. It’s blurry to you but VERY visible to kafka.

She’s also the only person in this who’ll outright state she knows she’s in a game and loves you (like sues in that one episode of gravity falls with his A.I yandere love)

Overall there’s nothing else to add here, she’s just another black swan when it comes to this scenario. OH wait no!

She uses her webs to manipulate you to dance gracefully with her and makes you touch her body while feigning innocence and teasing you.

She takes the lead in the relationship.

Okay I’m done. 4 or 5 more requests to finish

[goaroweek]

✨ Good Omens Aro week Event ✨

The Good Omens fandom has been an aro/ace safe place for years. Over the time I've seen many beautiful creations by Good Omens fans about aromanticism and/or asexuality. And lucky you: next week is Aromantic spectrum awarness week! 💚🤍🩶🖤

From February 18th to 24th it will be the perfect time to celebrate aro voices in our fandom ✨

How can you participate?

You don't have to produce anything new (but if you do I'm looking respectfully 👀 ). The goal is to put foward what the aromantic and aroace side of the fandom already offers. There's a lot of ways you can do that:

share and reblog fanarts/comics/fanfics/cosplay/edits you liked

reblog meta and headcanons

share stories about what Good Omens means to you and your aromanticism

send some nice words to an aro fan creator

share link to aro Good Omens merch

Everything is welcome as long as it includes/focus on aromanticism and Good Omens.

You only have to tag this account (@goaroweek)! I'll reblog everything so everyone can find and enjoy GO aro content in one place.

Groundrules

Finally here's some groundrules just so we're clear:

No sharing AI generated content

No stealing and reposting other people's works, reblog and links will do just fine

No discourse and no badmouthing other headcanons

The goal is to spread aro positivity in this fandom. Let's be kind with each other 💚

If you have more questions you can look at the FAQ and send me asks 😊

[s4svnn]

Out of bounds . JJK

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; his love subjected you to the true extent of deception, a merciless lie wrapped in the illusion of paradise, until the truth tore it apart - he was always out of bounds.

↳ Jungkook x reader

↳ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: ongoing

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Chapter Sixteen

The hours passed more quickly than I anticipated, and as I lounged on Jungkook’s oversized couch, I found myself grudgingly admitting that staying at his house wasn’t as bad as I’d initially thought. Sure, the circumstances weren’t ideal, but his place was a hundred times better than my cramped apartment. The space was immaculate, filled with high-end furniture, and equipped with every comfort you could imagine.

And the quiet. God, the quiet was a luxury. No neighbors yelling through thin walls, no leaky faucets dripping incessantly. Just peace.

Jungkook had left earlier to attend a meeting, leaving me to my own devices—or, more accurately, to the iPad he’d handed me with a casual, “Use this for whatever you need.” Since all of my own electronics other than my phone were still at my apartment, it was a lifesaver.

I’d decided to spend the afternoon catching up on some design work. The iPad was surprisingly intuitive, and once I got into the zone, I completely lost track of time. Sketching and colouring ideas for upcoming projects became all-consuming, the stylus gliding effortlessly across the screen. I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I didn’t hear the front door open, nor the faint footsteps approaching.

“Miss Banks?”

The deep, unfamiliar voice startled me so badly that I nearly dropped the iPad. I whipped around to see a tall, broad-shouldered man standing a few feet away. He was dressed in a sharp black suit, a tiny earpiece nestled in his ear. His neatly styled hair and calm demeanour screamed professionalism.

“Who—” I began, my voice shaky.

“I’m Ace,” he said quickly, holding up his hands as if to show he meant no harm. “One of Mr. Jeon’s security detail. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Oh,” I said, blinking. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.”

Ace gave a small smile. “That tends to happen. We’re trained to move quietly.”

I relaxed slightly, setting the iPad down on the coffee table. “Right. Well is everything okay?”

“Yes, of course,” he replied, his tone polite. “Just wanted to make sure you’re comfortable while Mr Jeon’s out. Is there anything you need? Food? Water? Anything at all?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m fine. But, uh, thanks for checking.”

Ace nodded but didn’t leave right away. Instead, his expression softened slightly, and he tilted his head as he looked at the screen. “You’re an artist?”

“Something like that,” I replied, surprised by his interest.

“That’s impressive,” he said, his tone genuine. “I can’t even draw a straight line.”

I laughed despite myself. “It’s not as hard as it looks. You just need practice.”

“Trust me,” he said, grinning. “I’ve tried. Stick figures are about as far as I get.”

I chuckled, the tension easing between us. Ace had an easygoing way about him, and it wasn’t long before we were joking and laughing like old friends. He told me a story about how he once mistook Jungkook’s delivery guy for a potential threat and ended up accidentally tackling him in the driveway.

By the time we were both laughing uncontrollably, I’d almost forgotten where I was.

“What’s so funny?”

The low, familiar voice cut through the laughter like a knife. I looked up, startled, to see Jungkook standing in the doorway. His sharp eyes flicked between me and Ace, his expression unreadable but tense.

Ace immediately straightened, his amusement vanishing as if it had never existed. “Mr. Jeon,” he said respectfully, inclining his head.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook asked, his tone calm but laced with authority.

“I was just checking if—”

“Go do your job,” Jungkook interrupted, his gaze hard.

Ace hesitated for a fraction of a second before nodding. “Of course. My apologies.”

With a quick glance at me, he turned and left the room. The atmosphere shifted the moment the door closed behind him.

I glared at Jungkook. “What was that about?”

He crossed his arms, his jaw tightening. “What?”

“You didn’t have to be so rude to him!” I snapped. “He was just being nice.”

Jungkook’s gaze narrowed. “He’s not here to keep you entertained. He’s here to do his job.”

“Oh, so now I’m not allowed to talk to anyone?” I asked, standing up and planting my hands on my hips. “What’s your problem?”

“I don’t have a problem,” he said, his voice sharp.

“Oh my god.”

“What.”

I tilted my head, a smirk tugging at my lips. “Are you jealous?”

He scoffed, his eyes widening slightly. “Jealous? Don’t flatter yourself.”

I took a step closer, my smirk growing. “You are. It’s written all over your face.”

“You’re imagining things,” he said defensively, his arms dropping to his sides.

“Am I?” I teased, enjoying the way his composure seemed to crack.

Jungkook didn’t reply, but the way his jaw clenched gave him away. I laughed, shaking my head as I grabbed the iPad from the table.

“Alright, Mr. Not-Jealous,” I said, turning back to him. “I think we should add a few more rules to your precious list.”

His brows furrowed, suspicion flickering in his eyes. “What kind of rules?”

“First,” I began, holding up a finger, “you’re not allowed to touch me. No more surprise kisses, no leaning into my space—none of that.”

His expression darkened. “What—”

“Second,” I continued, ignoring his protest, “you can’t boss me around unless it’s life-or-death. I don’t care if you’re used to everyone jumping when you say so.”

“This is my house—”

“Third,” I cut him off, “if I catch you being rude to your staff again, I’m calling you out on it. Every single time.”

He stared at me, his frustration growing by the second.

“Fourth,” I added, “no more walking around shirtless.”

“Why the hell not?” he demanded.

“Because it’s distracting,” I said simply, grinning at the way his ears turned red.

“Fifth,” I concluded, “you’re not allowed to break any of my rules.”

Jungkook glared at me, his lips pressed into a thin line. “No.”

“No?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m not agreeing to any of that,” he said stubbornly.

“Suit yourself,” I said with a shrug, turning back to the iPad. “If you don’t follow my rules then I’m sure as hell not following yours.”

His exasperated groan followed me as I sat back down. I couldn’t help the smug smile that crept across my face in having succeeded in getting a reaction out of him.

As I sank back onto the couch, iPad in hand, I tried to pretend Jungkook wasn’t looming nearby like a storm cloud waiting to unleash its fury. His glare was practically searing into the side of my head, heavy and relentless, but I kept my eyes glued to the lines of the design I was perfecting.

For a moment, I thought he’d finally get the hint and stalk off to brood somewhere else. But, of course, that would’ve been too easy. Jungkook wasn’t the type to let things go.

“You think this is funny, don’t you?” His voice cut through the quiet, sharp and tinged with irritation.

I sighed, finally looking up at him. He stood in front of me, arms crossed over his chest, his dark eyes locked on mine with a challenge I didn’t care to entertain. “What are you talking about now?” I asked, feigning innocence.

“Don’t play dumb,” he snapped. “The rules. This whole list of yours.You’re trying to make this difficult on purpose.”

I leaned back against the couch cushions, folding my arms. “I’m just setting boundaries, Jungkook. Isn’t that what peaceful cohabitation is all about?”

“Boundaries,” he scoffed, his lips curling into a bitter smirk. “You mean a bunch of ridiculous rules designed to make my life miserable.”

“Your life isn’t miserable,” I shot back, rolling my eyes. “You live in a mansion, drive cars that cost more than my entire existence, and have people at your beck and call. Forgive me if I don’t feel sorry for you.”

His jaw ticked, but instead of firing back, he leaned forward, bringing his face uncomfortably close to mine. His dark eyes locked onto mine with a heat that made my pulse flutter despite my best efforts to remain unaffected. “You don’t know the first thing about my life,” he said, his tone low and challenging.

I swallowed hard, willing myself not to react to the magnetic pull of his presence. “You’re right,” I said evenly. “I don’t. But I do know one thing—you’re not going to intimidate me into getting rid of my rules.”

A flicker of something—frustration, amusement, or both—passed across his face. His lips twitched like he wanted to argue, but instead, he straightened up and ran a hand through his damp hair. “Fine,” he muttered, stepping back a fraction. “Keep your stupid rules. Let’s see how long you last before you break one.”

I narrowed my eyes, suspicion blooming. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.” He smirked, the arrogance in his expression making my blood boil. “Just don’t come crying to me when you realise how hard it is to resist.”

My jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”

But before I could fire back, he turned on his heel and strode toward the hallway, his broad shoulders radiating smug satisfaction.

“Resist!” I called after him, my voice incredulous. “You’re the one who can’t seem to keep his hands—or lips—off me!”

He didn’t even pause, disappearing around the corner without another word.

I sat there fuming, his words playing on an infuriating loop in my mind. The audacity of him to suggest that I’d be the one to slip up first. If anything, he was the one who couldn’t seem to keep his distance. Wasn’t that what this whole argument was about? His inability to just let me exist without interfering or—God forbid—touching me?

The thought lingered longer than I wanted it to, sparking an unwelcome warmth in my cheeks. I shoved it away and focused back on my designs, channeling all my frustration into the crisp lines and bold ideas taking shape on the screen.

But no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, Jungkook’s words—and the way he’d said them—continued to linger in my mind. Every sharp smirk, every heated look, every infuriating, arrogant word echoed in my thoughts.

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After several hours hunched over my iPad, sketching and re-sketching, exhaustion began to creep into my body. The ache in my shoulders and the slight burning in my eyes were enough to make me set the device aside with a frustrated sigh. The couch had been comfortable at first, but the position I’d sunk into for so long was now wreaking havoc on my back and neck. I let my head fall back against the cushions, closing my eyes for a moment to reset.

Without meaning to, I drifted off into a nap.

When I woke up, it wasn’t the peaceful kind of rest I’d hoped for. My neck felt stiff, my shoulders tense, and my lower back throbbed faintly from the awkward position I’d apparently curled into. Groaning, I pushed myself upright and rubbed the back of my neck, grimacing at the soreness. Stretching my arms above my head, I leaned to one side and then the other, small pops emanating from my joints as I tried to shake off the discomfort.

Despite the stretches, the tension in my muscles didn’t completely fade. I needed to move, to get my body into motion and loosen up. Jungkook’s house was massive, far bigger than any space I’d ever lived in, so there was plenty of room for walking around without feeling confined. My gaze flicked toward the closed door leading to his room.

He was probably still in there, which meant I could roam around freely without worrying about his rules. Sure, exploring the house had technically made it onto his ridiculous list of rules, but what harm could it really do if I stuck to the downstairs? It wasn’t like I was rifling through his things or prying into his life. I just needed to stretch.

I stood and padded toward the hallway, passing through the wide archway that led out of the living room. The house was eerily quiet, the kind of stillness that made you hyperaware of every small sound. My bare feet barely made a noise on the smooth, polished floors as I wandered into what I quickly realised was the dining room.

It was grand, far more impressive than anything I’d ever seen in person. A long, polished oak table dominated the room, surrounded by at least ten high-backed chairs upholstered in a rich navy-blue fabric. A glittering crystal chandelier hung overhead, catching the faint light from the wall sconces and casting tiny, dancing reflections onto the tabletop below. Along one wall, there was a built-in sideboard with shelves and cabinets that displayed ornate silverware, china, and glassware that looked like it belonged in a museum rather than an actual home.

The room exuded a sense of elegance, but there was something impersonal about it, as if it had been designed for appearances rather than comfort. I couldn’t imagine Jungkook actually sitting here for meals unless he was hosting one of those elaborate, high-society dinner parties you saw in movies.

Curious, I continued down the hall, eventually stumbling into another space that immediately caught my attention: the wine bar.

It was smaller and cozier than the dining room, but no less impressive. Dark mahogany shelves lined the walls, each one holding an array of wine bottles arranged by region and vintage. The sheer number of labels was overwhelming, and I couldn’t help but marvel at the level of organisation and curation. A marble-topped bar sat in the center of the room, complete with high stools and a glass rack hanging overhead. Everything gleamed under the soft ambient lighting, giving the space an air of understated sophistication.

This room felt more personal, like a place Jungkook might actually use. I could imagine him sitting here late at night, nursing a glass of something expensive as he brooded over whatever it was that occupied his enigmatic mind.

I lingered for a moment, running my fingers along the cool marble surface of the bar before deciding to move on. I walked past the formal sitting room, which looked pristine and untouched, as if no one had ever dared to sit on the perfectly arranged furniture. The entryway with its grand staircase and towering ceilings made me pause briefly, but I resisted the urge to head upstairs. Exploring the second floor felt like crossing a line I wasn’t ready to breach just yet.

Eventually, I found my way to the garden.

The cool night air hit me the moment I stepped outside, carrying with it the faint, earthy scent of freshly watered plants. The garden was expansive, with stone pathways winding through perfectly manicured hedges and clusters of vibrant flowers. Low garden lights illuminated the space, casting a soft glow that accentuated the natural beauty of the foliage.

I tipped my head back to look at the sky, which stretched endlessly above me. The stars were scattered like tiny diamonds across a velvet-black canvas, their light faint but steady. The moon hung low and full, its silvery glow bathing the garden in a soft, ethereal light. It was breathtaking, the kind of tranquil beauty that made you forget about your troubles, even if only for a moment.

As I wandered, something unusual caught my eye near the edge of the patio. A large, round shape sat beneath a gray waterproof sheet, tucked into a corner as if trying to blend in with its surroundings. Intrigued, I made my way over and carefully lifted the edge of the sheet.

My curiosity quickly turned to delight as the sleek surface of a jacuzzi came into view. It was larger than I expected, with built-in jets arranged around the edges and a control panel that hinted at customisable settings. The polished metal and acrylic exterior gleamed faintly under the moonlight, and I couldn’t help but grin at the discovery.

The idea of sinking into warm, bubbling water was beyond tempting, especially with how stiff and sore my body felt. For a moment, I hesitated, glancing back toward the house. Would Jungkook care if I used it? Probably. But then again, this was his fault. If he hadn’t been so insufferable earlier, I wouldn’t be walking around with my muscles in knots.

Decision made, I headed back inside to prepare.

Once at the wine bar, I quickly stripped out of my clothes, folding them neatly into a pile and setting them on the countertop. The cool air against my skin sent a small shiver down my spine, but the promise of the jacuzzi’s warmth kept me from second-guessing. I grabbed a towel from the bar’s storage unit and made my way back outside.

Dipping a toe into the water, I sighed in relief at the perfect temperature. It was warm enough to soothe every ache and pain without being overwhelming. Without wasting another second, I slid into the jacuzzi, the bubbling water enveloping me like a comforting embrace.

I leaned back, resting my neck against the edge of the tub as the jets worked their magic on my tense muscles. Closing my eyes, I let myself relax completely, the stress of the day melting away with each passing moment. For the first time since arriving at Jungkook’s house, I felt truly at peace.

But unfortunately for me the peace didn’t last long. After about ten blissful minutes of soaking in the jacuzzi’s bubbling warmth, the sound of approaching footsteps broke the serene stillness of the garden. My body tensed instinctively, the quiet invaded by the firm, deliberate sound of someone walking toward me. Reluctantly, I lifted my head to lock eyes with the last person I wanted to see.

Jungkook stood at the edge of the jacuzzi, arms crossed over his chest, his posture as rigid as the glare he was directing my way. The soft garden lights illuminated the sharp angles of his face, highlighting the dark intensity in his eyes. He didn’t look amused, though there was a faint hint of something—curiosity, perhaps—lingering in his expression.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, his voice calm but edged with that signature irritation I was starting to recognise.

I tilted my head lazily and leaned back against the edge of the jacuzzi, pretending to be unfazed. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m soaking in this luxurious jacuzzi you conveniently left outside for all to enjoy.” I paused for dramatic effect, my tone dripping with mock sincerity. “Lovely placement, by the way.”

His jaw tightened, his fingers flexing like he was physically restraining himself from saying something harsher. “I told you not to wander around the house.”

“And I didn’t wander,” I said matter-of-factly, letting my hand glide lazily through the water. “I was stretching because I woke up with every muscle in my body screaming in pain. It’s not my fault I happened to stumble across this oasis in your maze of a mansion. Should I have sent a memo first?”

“You’re not supposed to be out here,” he said firmly, ignoring my attempt at humor. “Rules are rules.”

“Oh, please,” I said, sitting up straighter. “Don’t act like those rules of yours are gospel. They’re just a way for you to micromanage me, and honestly, they’re not doing much for my aching muscles, Jungkook. So excuse me if I decided to prioritise my physical well-being over your fragile sense of control.”

His eyes narrowed at that, his posture stiffening further. “Fragile sense of control?” he repeated, his tone dangerously calm.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I said,” I replied, refusing to back down. “Honestly, what’s the big deal? I’m just using the jacuzzi. It’s not like I’m hosting a rave in your precious garden.”

He ran a hand through his hair, the motion frustrated and slow. “That’s not the point.”

“Then what is the point?” I challenged, folding my arms across my chest. “Enlighten me, Jungkook. What exactly is so wrong about me sitting here, minding my own business, and trying to loosen up a few knots in my back?”

For a moment, he didn’t respond. His gaze lingered on me, dark and unreadable, and I could see the internal battle playing out behind his eyes. Finally, with a long, exasperated sigh, he threw up his hands in defeat.

“Fine,” he muttered, stepping back slightly. “Do whatever you want. Just...don’t drown or something.”

“Wow, such concern,” I said dryly, reclining back against the edge once more. “Don’t worry, Jungkook, I promise I won’t disrupt your carefully curated bachelor lifestyle by doing something as inconvenient as dying in your jacuzzi.”

He shot me a look, his lips twitching like he wanted to argue, but instead, he shook his head and turned to leave. “Five minutes,” he tossed over his shoulder. “Then get out.”

“Sure thing, Your Majesty,” I said under my breath, closing my eyes again and letting myself sink back into the water.

For a brief moment, I actually thought I was in the clear. The garden fell silent again, the soft hum of the jacuzzi and the faint rustle of the night breeze lulling me into a rare sense of calm. I let out a long breath, my muscles slowly unwinding in the warm water, as I tried to forget about the frustrating man I was sharing a house with.

But, of course, Jungkook wasn’t one to let me enjoy my peace for long.

The first sign of trouble came when a splash of water hit my face, jolting me out of my relaxed state. My eyes flew open, and I immediately sat up, wiping the droplets off my face.

“What the fu—” My words caught in my throat as I took in the sight before me.

Jungkook was climbing into the jacuzzi, his expression as smug as ever. The glow of the garden lights reflected off his damp skin, and to my utter disbelief, he was wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs.

“What the hell are you doing?” I demanded, my voice rising as I stared at him.

“Enjoying my jacuzzi,” he said casually, sinking into the water with a satisfied sigh. “You don’t get exclusive rights to it just because you decided to break the rules.”

“You’re unbelievable,” I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest as I glared at him.

“Am I?” he shot back, raising an eyebrow. “Last I checked, this is my house. If anyone’s breaking the rules, it’s you.”

“I wouldn’t have needed to break your stupid rules if you weren’t so obsessed with controlling everything,” I retorted.

“Controlling?” he repeated, his tone mockingly offended. “I’m not the one setting up ridiculous boundaries to make life miserable.”

“You really can’t live without touching me, can you?” I shot back, my words laced with sarcasm.

His smirk faltered for a split second, replaced by a flicker of something I couldn’t quite place. But then it was gone, and he leaned back, draping his arms lazily over the edge of the tub.

“You’re imagining things,” he said smoothly. “This isn’t about you. I just wanted to enjoy my jacuzzi without worrying about a guest accidentally drowning in it.”

I let out an incredulous laugh. “Right, because you’re such a selfless host.”

He shrugged, clearly unbothered by my sarcasm. “Believe what you want.”

I stared at him for a moment, my frustration warring with a begrudging sense of amusement. He was infuriating, sure, but there was also something almost...entertaining about the way he refused to back down.

“Fine,” I said finally, leaning back again. “You stay on your side, I’ll stay on mine. Deal?”

“Deal,” he agreed, though the playful glint in his eye made me wonder if he had any intention of keeping his word.

As I closed my eyes again and tried to recapture the calm I’d felt earlier, I couldn’t help but wonder how much longer I’d be able to endure sharing a house—and apparently, a jacuzzi—with someone as insufferable as Jungkook.

The silence in the jacuzzi was palpable, broken only by the soft hum of the bubbling water around us. I closed my eyes and tried to steady the erratic beating of my heart, willing myself to ignore how close Jungkook was. The way his presence seemed to fill every inch of the space around me made it impossible to fully relax, even though the water soothed my sore muscles.

But, of course, peace wasn’t something Jungkook allowed for very long.

“So,” he said suddenly, his voice cutting through the stillness like a blade. “I’ve decided what we should bet on.”

I opened one eye to look at him, already bracing myself for whatever ridiculous idea he was about to throw my way. “When did we agree on a bet?”

“Our conversation from before remember,” he said, leaning back against the edge of the jacuzzi as if this was the most natural thing in the world. His dark eyes gleamed with mischief, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a way that immediately made me suspicious.

“And?” I prompted, narrowing my eyes at him.

“And,” he continued, dragging out the word just to irritate me, “I bet that you’ll touch me first.”

I let out a short, incredulous laugh. “Seriously? That’s the best you could come up with? How mature of you.”

He shrugged, unbothered. “It’s a fair bet. You’re always acting so above it all, like I don’t get under your skin. Let’s see how long that really lasts.”

“Please,” I said, rolling my eyes. “If anything, you’ll be the one to slip up first.”

His smirk deepened, and something about the way he leaned forward slightly made my pulse quicken. “Is that your bet, then?”

“Fine,” I said, sitting up straighter to meet his challenge head-on. “I bet you’ll touch me first.”

“And the stakes?” he asked, his tone deceptively casual, though his gaze was sharp and focused.

I thought for a moment, wanting to come up with something that would wipe that cocky smirk off his face. “Whoever loses has to do whatever the other person asks. No questions, no arguments.”

His eyebrows rose in mock surprise, but the amused grin never left his face. “You’re that confident, huh?”

“More like realistic,” I shot back.

“Deal,” he said, holding out his hand for me to shake.

Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed his hand, shaking it firmly to seal the bet. But the moment my fingers wrapped around his, his grin turned into a full-blown smirk.

“You just lost,” he said, his voice laced with triumph.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“You touched me,” he said, holding up our joined hands as if to make his point perfectly clear. “Bet’s over. I win.”

My jaw dropped as realization hit me. “You cheated! That doesn’t count!”

“A bet is a bet,” he said smugly, releasing my hand and leaning back like a king who’d just won a war. “Now you owe me.”

I glared at him, my frustration bubbling up alongside the water. “What could your majesty possibly want me to do?”

His smirk softened into something more playful, but the glint in his eyes remained as dangerous as ever. “Oh, it’s nothing crazy,” he said, his tone dripping with false innocence.

Before I could protest further, Jungkook reached out again, this time grabbing my wrist and tugging me forward with surprising ease. My body moved before my brain could catch up, and suddenly, my chest was pressed against his, my legs brushing against his in the water.

I froze, my breath catching as I looked up at him. His face was so close, his dark eyes fixed on mine with an intensity that made it impossible to look away.

“I want you to kiss me,” he said, his voice low and steady.

My eyes widened, and I blinked at him, sure I hadn’t heard him right. “What?”

“You heard me,” he said, his lips twitching into the faintest of smiles. “Don’t get shy on me now.”

“I’m not shy,” I said quickly, though my voice betrayed me by coming out softer than I intended.

His expression was unreadable, but the way his hands rested on my hips, holding me firmly but gently, made it clear he wasn’t planning to let me go anytime soon. “Then prove it.”

I swallowed hard, my heart racing in my chest. My mind screamed at me to pull back, to say something sarcastic and end this before it got out of hand. But my body seemed to have other ideas.

Taking a shaky breath, I closed my eyes and leaned in. My lips brushed against his lightly at first, tentative and unsure, but the warmth of his mouth against mine made it impossible to stop.

The kiss deepened quickly, Jungkook’s hands sliding down to my thighs as he pulled me even closer. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and I felt his fingers press into my skin, holding me as if he was afraid I’d let go.

His lips moved against mine with a confidence that made my head spin, and I found myself gripping his shoulders to steady myself. The heat between us was overwhelming, and every brush of his mouth felt like a spark igniting something I couldn’t control.

When I finally pulled back for air, my chest heaving, Jungkook’s forehead rested against mine. He chuckled softly, his breath warm against my skin. “I wonder what pretty noises I can get you to make.”

My cheeks burned, and I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. He didn’t give me a chance to gather my thoughts, leaning in again to press his lips to my neck.

The sensation sent a shiver down my spine, and I bit my lip to keep from making any sound. His mouth was warm and soft, leaving a trail of kisses along the sensitive skin of my collarbone.

“Jungkook…” I whispered, unsure if I was pleading for him to stop or to keep going.

“Yes princess.” He hummed against my skin, his grip on my thighs tightening as if to anchor me to him. The sound sent a rush of warmth through me, and I felt my resolve slipping further away with every touch, every kiss.

He pulled back slightly, his dark eyes meeting mine, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. Neither of us said anything, but the unspoken tension between us hung heavy in the air, impossible to ignore.

“You’re such a pervert,” I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

He smirked, his hands still resting on my thighs. “You’re the one who made the bet.”

I opened my mouth, ready to argue and remind him that he’d cheated, but the words died on my lips the moment his kisses began to trail lower. My breath hitched as I felt the soft press of his lips against the skin of my chest, each kiss igniting a spark that traveled down my spine.

My chest rose and fell with nervous anticipation as he paused, his lips hovering just above my breasts. His gaze lifted to meet mine, dark and questioning, as if silently asking for permission to continue. The intensity in his eyes sent a wave of heat coursing through me, and I felt my cheeks burn under his stare.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I gave him a shy nod, my curiosity and the pull of the moment far outweighing my nerves.

Jungkook’s lips quirked into the faintest of smiles before he leaned forward again, his mouth leaving a soft, lingering kiss in the valley between my breasts. The simple gesture sent shivers racing through me, and I felt my body respond in ways I hadn’t anticipated—my skin warming, my breaths growing shallow, my mind clouded with sensation.

Then, with deliberate slowness, he slid his hands up my sides, his fingers grazing the straps of my bra before pushing them down. The fabric gave way easily, and before I could fully process what was happening, his lips were on me.

The first touch of his mouth against my bare nipple sent a jolt through me, and I gasped quietly, my fingers instinctively clutching at the edge of the hot tub for balance. He moved with a hunger that was both overwhelming and intoxicating, his tongue and lips working in tandem as he lavished attention on one breast and then the other.

Each pull and flick of his tongue sent ripples of pleasure through me, leaving me breathless and trembling under his touch. His hands weren’t idle either—one rested firmly on my waist, holding me in place as though he were afraid I’d run any second now, while the other skimmed up my thigh, the sensation leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the bubbling water and the erratic pounding of my heart.

He hummed in response, the vibration of the sound against my skin making me shiver. The way he moved—confident, deliberate, and utterly unrelenting—made it clear that he knew exactly what he was doing.

I tilted my head back, my eyes fluttering shut as I surrendered to the moment. It was impossible to think about anything else—about where we were, about the consequences, about the bet we’d made. All I could focus on was the heat of his mouth, the way his hands seemed to mold perfectly to my body, and the delicious ache that was building in the pit of my stomach.

When he finally pulled back, his lips were slightly swollen, his breathing heavy. He rested his forehead against my chest for a moment before lifting his gaze to mine. His eyes were darker than I’d ever seen them, filled with something that made my pulse quicken all over again.

“You’re too tempting for your own good,” he murmured, his voice rough and low, sending a shiver down my spine.

I stared at his disheveled face in awe, unable to look away. His hair was damp and slightly tousled, his lips swollen and pink from the intensity of our kiss, and his cheeks were dusted with a deep flush that made him look almost boyish. For a fleeting moment, he reminded me of someone who had just shared their very first kiss with their childhood crush—vulnerable and utterly endearing.

Jungkook caught me staring and arched a brow, his smirk returning despite the obvious redness in his face. “What are you looking at?” he asked, his voice soft but laced with teasing.

“You,” I replied before I could stop myself. My own cheeks flared as I realized what I’d just said, but I tried to cover it up by adding, “You look different. Not so cocky for once.”

His smirk widened, and the cockiness I’d just mentioned flared back into place as if I’d summoned it. “Different, huh? Is that your way of saying you like what you see?”

“Don’t push your luck,” I shot back, rolling my eyes, though my lips twitched with the hint of a smile.

Before I could overthink what was happening, Jungkook closed the small distance between us once more, his hand cupping the side of my face. “If you’re going to stare at me like that, I might as well give you something to really look at,” he murmured before capturing my lips again.

This time, the kiss was softer. There was no rush, no urgency—just the slow, intoxicating press of his mouth against mine. It felt like he was savouring the moment, drawing it out as long as possible, and I couldn’t help but melt into him. My hands found their way to his shoulders, and I clung to him as if letting go would break the spell we were under.

Jungkook’s hands began to roam, one slipping down to my ass lightly squeezing the flesh, while the other cradled the back of my neck. His touch was firm yet gentle, and every brush of his fingers against my skin sent a thrill racing through me.

“You’re addictive,” he murmured against my lips, his words making my heart skip a beat.

I pulled back just enough to catch my breath, my head spinning. “You’re one to talk,” I whispered, unable to hide the smile that tugged at my lips.

His eyes softened as he looked at me, and for a moment, it felt like the world around us had disappeared. There was no bubbling water, no cool night air—just him and me, tangled together in a moment that felt far too perfect to be real.

But Jungkook, being Jungkook, couldn’t let the moment stay tender for too long. “You know,” he said, his smirk making a comeback as his thumb brushed over my cheek. “If you keep kissing me like that, I’m going to think you’ve already forgotten about your little bet.”

“Forgotten?” I echoed, narrowing my eyes at him. “Hardly. I’m just playing along since you already gave in.”

“Playing along, huh?” he teased, his lips hovering dangerously close to mine. “That’s a bold strategy. Let’s see how long it lasts.”

He kissed me again before I could respond, his mouth moving against mine with a renewed fervor that made my heart race all over again. It was impossible to think when he kissed me like that, and maybe that was the point—maybe he was trying to throw me off my game.

But two could play at that.

I slid my hands up his chest and around his neck, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us. If he thought he could distract me into losing, he was sorely mistaken, I was going to prove just how much he craved my touch.

Jungkook groaned softly, the sound vibrating against my lips, and it took everything in me not to smile in triumph. His grip on my waist tightened, and I could feel the tension in his body as he struggled to maintain control.

When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavily, our foreheads resting against each other as we tried to catch our breath.

“You’re dangerous,” he muttered, his voice low and husky.

“Right back at you,” I replied, my own voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, we just stared at each other, the air between us thick with unspoken tension. Whatever was happening between us, it was undeniable, and neither of us seemed willing—or able—to stop it.

“Should we call this a draw?” I asked, half-joking but also half-serious.

Jungkook chuckled, the sound deep and rich as he shook his head. “Not a chance,” he said, his eyes glinting with mischief. “This game is far from over.”

And with that, he held me tighter against him body and stepped out of the jacuzzi making his way inside and up the stairs to his room.

He tightened his grip on me, holding me securely against his chest as he stepped out of the jacuzzi with ease. Water dripped from his body and mine, leaving a trail behind us as he made his way toward the house. I shivered slightly as the cool night air hit my damp skin, but Jungkook’s warmth was enough to keep me from protesting.

Without a word, he carried me through the sliding doors and into the house, his steps steady despite the slippery floor beneath him. I could feel the strength in his arms as he held me, and though part of me wanted to object to being carried around like this, the other part of me was too distracted by the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my ear.

“Jungkook,” I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper as we reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Hmm?” he responded, his tone casual as he started up the steps.

“You’re soaking wet, and so am I,” I pointed out, though it sounded more like an observation than a complaint. “We’re going to ruin the floors.”

He chuckled, the sound low and deep. “I’ll survive. And so will the floors.”

I huffed, but before I could say anything else, we reached the top of the stairs. Jungkook turned toward his room, pushing the door open with his shoulder before stepping inside. The familiar scent of him—something warm and woodsy—wrapped around me as he gently set me down on the edge of his bed.

“Stay here,” he said, his voice softer now as he brushed a strand of wet hair away from my face.

I blinked up at him, surprised by the sudden tenderness in his tone. “Where are you going?”

“To grab towels,” he replied, his lips twitching into a small smile. “Unless you want to sit here and drip water all over my bed.”

I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue, watching as he disappeared into the adjoining bathroom. A moment later, he returned with two plush towels in hand. He tossed one onto the bed beside me and used the other to start drying himself off.

I hesitated for a moment before picking up the towel and wrapping it around myself, suddenly hyperaware of how exposed I felt in just my bra and underwear. Jungkook didn’t seem fazed, though. If anything, he looked entirely too comfortable as he ran the towel through his hair, the muscles in his arms flexing with each movement.

“Are you always this bossy?” I asked, trying to fill the silence as I began to dry my arms and legs.

“Only when someone breaks the rules,” he shot back, his tone light but teasing.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re not seriously still mad about that, are you?”

He smirked, leaning against the edge of the bed. “I’m not mad. But I am curious. What made you decide to break the rules tonight?”

I shrugged, trying to play it off. “I was sore, and the jacuzzi looked inviting. It’s not like I was snooping around or anything.”

Jungkook tilted his head, studying me with an intensity that made my stomach flip. “You could’ve just asked me for permission, you know.”

“And risked you saying no? I don’t think so.”

His smirk widened, and he stepped closer, his hands resting on the bed on either side of me as he leaned down. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood tonight,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

I swallowed hard, my heart racing as his face hovered just inches from mine. “And if you weren’t?” I challenged, though my voice lacked the confidence I was trying to project.

“If I weren’t,” he said, his eyes flicking down to my lips, “you’d be in a lot more trouble.”

He started to pull away, but before he could fully step back, I grabbed his wrist and yanked him forward. Caught off guard, Jungkook stumbled backward, landing flat on his back against the plush mattress. Without thinking, I climbed onto the bed, straddling his lap in nothing but my bra and underwear.

The movement was instinctive, fuelled by a mix of adrenaline and mischief, and the look on his face made it all the more satisfying. His wide eyes darted up to meet mine, his cheeks flushing a deep red that crept down to his neck.

“What are you—” he choked out, his voice uncharacteristically unsteady.

I smirked, leaning down slightly so our faces were closer. “What’s the matter, Jeon? Cat got your tongue?”

His hands hovered awkwardly at his sides, unsure of where to place them. He looked utterly flustered, and it was a stark contrast to his usual composed, cocky demeanor. I couldn’t help but laugh softly at his reaction, enjoying the rare sight of him so off-balance.

“This is payback,” I said teasingly, my smirk widening as I watched him struggle to maintain eye contact.

“For what?” he managed to ask, his voice a little higher than usual.

“For cheating,” I replied, placing my hands on his chest for balance. “And for thinking you can always have the upper hand.”

Jungkook swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he let out a shaky breath. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” he murmured, his voice low and laced with tension.

“Am I?” I challenged, tilting my head. “Or are you just scared I’m winning?”

He chuckled softly, though the sound was strained. “You think this is winning?”

“Pretty sure I’m the one in control right now,” I said, trailing my fingers lightly down his chest.

His hands finally moved, gripping my hips firmly but not aggressively. “You’re in control, huh?” he said, his voice regaining some of its usual confidence despite the way his ears were still tinted pink.

“Completely,” I confirmed, raising an eyebrow.

In a swift, unexpected move, Jungkook rolled us over, flipping me onto my back as he hovered above me. His hands pinned my wrists gently to the mattress, his smirk now fully intact as he loomed over me.

“How’s that control working out for you?” he teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

I glared up at him, though the heat in my cheeks betrayed my attempt at annoyance. “That’s cheating.”

“Again with the cheating,” he said, shaking his head with a laugh. “You’re just mad you can’t keep up.”

“Oh, I can keep up,” I shot back, struggling lightly against his grip.

Jungkook’s gaze softened for a moment as he looked down at me, his smirk fading into something warmer. “You know, you’re kind of cute when you’re confident,” he said, his tone more sincere than I expected.

I rolled my eyes. “Flattery isn’t going to get you out of this.”

“Out of what?” he asked, leaning down so our faces were inches apart. “You’re the one who started this.”

“And I’ll finish it too,” I said stubbornly, though the way my heart was racing made me question how much longer I could keep up the act.

Jungkook’s eyes flicked to my lips, and for a moment, the teasing air between us shifted into something heavier. The tension crackled like a live wire, and I realized with a jolt that I wasn’t entirely sure who was going to make the next move—or if I even wanted to stop him if he did.

He leaned down further, his breath warm against my skin. “You talk a big game,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, “but I think you’re just as caught up in this as I am.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but the words caught in my throat as his lips brushed against mine—not quite a kiss, but enough to make my pulse spike.

“Say the word,” he said, his voice husky and low. “And I’ll stop.”

I stared up at him, torn between the rational part of me screaming to push him away and the reckless part urging me to pull him closer. After a long pause, I finally whispered, “Don’t stop.”

Jungkook’s lips curved into a soft smile before he closed the distance, kissing me deeply, his grip on my wrists loosening just enough for me to free my hands and slide them up his back.

It was electric—every touch, every kiss igniting something inside me I didn’t know was there. My fingers tangled in his damp hair as his kisses grew more fervent, and for the first time, I stopped overthinking and let myself get lost in the moment.

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Note : The reader is a child between 6-7 years old, blood, dead bodies, OOC Characters, Change the canon plot

Part 2

Whoo! 🥳my first one piece fanfic

It was loud

It was so so loud

[Name] cough as she ran around didn't know where to go but she needs to find her dad, She felt tears in her eyes but quickly wipe them away with the back of her hand after all she's going to be marine to make her daddy proud. She smiled as she wipes her tears she can't wait to tell her daddy that she went to marine Ford all by herself! She then turn and the sight making her instantly sick

Blood

Blood was everywhere

But the thing that made her sick there was dead bodies everywhere; to many to count

[Name]cover her mouth so that she wouldn't puke, she's going to be a marine anyway she has to get use to dead bodies. She took a deep breath before running making sure to not step over the dead bodies out of respect

She then trip making me cry out in surprise as she fell down. She cough some more and sat up as she looks down seeing a dead making her scream and crawl away "I-im so sorry mr!" She cried out as she stood up and grabbing the dead Marines coat and putting it over his head as she bowede respectfully

She then turn around and started running trying to see or hear her dad. The said dad was busy fighting of the other pirates and trying to kill Portgas D. ace "ADMIRAL SAKAZUKI!!" A marine cried out "Do they really think they could escape!? There're fools" The said admiral scoff as he activate his devil fruit

"LOOK OUT! IT'S AKAINU!" A pirate cried out "You free ace then turn tail and run eh? The Whitebeard pirates are a pack of cowards" Akainu said as he continues "But considering who your leader isis, that's no surprise Whitebeard is a loser from a bygone area" He finish making ace stop "ACE!" Luffy cried out "A loser huh?" Ace mutter making akainu look at him. The two then begins to bicker making ace more and more furious as the other shouted at ace to stop and come back

"Ace!" Luffy gasp out as he fell down to his knees "luffy! You've reach your limit!" Jinbe said walking over to the boy "Hey... Ace's vivre card..." Luffy reach down at the vivre card unknowingly that akainu was ready to kill him with his magma fist. Luffy looks up seeing akainu magma covered fist heading his way

It happen so fast ace covered Luffy but then someone covered ace

Akainu eyes widen seeing poppy as his fist goes thru her stomach making every look at them with shock and horror "I-i found you daddy!" The little girl gasp out as akainu pulls out his magma arm and reverting it to normal. The other pirates grabs luffy and ace who were stand in shock then dragging them to the ship

Akainu felt his throat close up as he catches poppy who was about to fell down tot he ground "A-are you proud of me d-daddy?... I.. I made it here all by myself..." The girl cough out makibg akainu cradle her and standing up "DOCTOR! ANYONE! CALL A GODDAMN DOCTOR" Akainu order out as Marines scramble to find a doctor "Please don't yell daddy...." [Name] whined out making akainu shut his mouth

Akainu looks down seeing his daughter bleeding in his arms with a hole thru her stomach that he made 'I'm sorry I'm so sorry sorry!' He wanted to say but he couldn't form any words as poppy smiled weekly "D-don't be angry dadddy... It's was my fault.. I-" Poppy was cut off by her fought out blood making akainu panic as he wipes the blood off "I-i was in the way" She finish

"Where is the patient!" A voice said as akainu rush to the voice seeing adoctor, he then lower his arms making the doctor gasp out of shock "I... I'm... I'm so sorry admiral" The doctor bowed his head "The hell you mean 'I'm so sorry'!? Help my daughter!" Akainu snaps at the doctor "I can't help her! Even if I did she would die! All of her organs burnt!" The doctor felt tears in his eyes the girl was so young so innocent

Akainu shuts his mouth as he breath heavily before running "Don't worry we'll get you a doctor" He mutter to his daughter which made her smile "Daddy?..." [Name]mutter "Yes?" Akainu hummed "w-why is it getting dark?" She ask making akainu run faster he didn't know where was he going but he'll run around until he see a doctor or medic

"Daddy please I'm scared.." [Name] cried as she grips his red jacket "it's gonna be alright baby you're going to be alright" Akainu gave a kiss on her forehead while patting her head "Daddy why do I feel cold?" [Name] ask again "Daddy... Please help... I-i don't wanna go!" She cried making akainu grip her tiny body in his arms

She continues to let out sobs and cries making akainu fought hard against his tears as he tries to assure his daughter that she'll be safe and healthy but he knew what's gonna happen but just ignore it "Daddy... I'm sorry... I-i shouldn't have come here... I wanna make you feel proud because I was brave... I'm sorry for all the times that I distracted you from work"

Please don't

"I'm sorry if I accidentally drawn on your document"

I like your drawings

"I'm sorry that I broke your vase"

I never like the vase

"I'm sorry for being loud"

I love hearing your voice

"I'm sorry that I wasn't good enough"

You were perfect

[Name] smiled "Thank you for everything... Daddy" She close her eyes as her hand goes limp her body getting cold

It was quiet

It was so so quiet

[bedoballoons]

Genshin Men react to Their Thirsty fanart?😊

Ooooooo oh my gosh I love this!!! I hope you liked the characters I picked! If you'd like to see others just let me know! <3

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Reacting to their thirsty fanarts~༺}

A/n: Slightly suggestive! A lot of characters this time because I went alittle crazy! (None of the artwork in this is mine! If you look in the reblogs the artists names are there! All credit goes to them and thank you again to that person who sourced them for me!)

(Includes: Diluc, Lyney, Albedo, Wanderer, Kazuha, Childe and Neuvillette!)

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𑁍༄Diluc:

Diluc would clear his throat, inspecting the picture while his cheeks became tinted with a light pink colour, his hand running through his firey red hair as he tried to think of what to say, settling with a safer answer. "Well...this is certainly a very amazing piece of artwork. It does however seem a bit...suggestive...flattering yes, but not very true to life. I've personally never held my claymore in that way or sat in that particular.. position. Still, I thank you respectfully for taking your time to draw me...even if it might have given others a bit to much...inspiration."

𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney would take one look at the picture, a smirk playing on his lips as his violet eyes clouded over with mischief and flattery, possibly even a tad bit of lust, "Seems I've caught the attention of some incredible artists, their work is truly magnifique! Hmm..., because they've drawn me so beautifully and one of the main things a magician is supposed to do is please his watchers, I'll do a little comparison between the art and myself...so you can all see it for real~" He'd tip his hat before starting to recreate the pose, arching his back slightly and winking in your direction, his finger up against his mouth as he shushed you, his other hand holding the ace of hearts just right so you could see it. Seems he enjoys the attention the fanarts give him, even to the point of hoping everyone will creat more~

𑁍༄Albedo:

(...is he wearing bottoms in this picture? Cause like I'm not gonna lie...I'm not really sure...)

"Goodness..." Albedo would stare at the artwork of himself for a moment, trying to collect his words as even his pale skin turned cherry red. His voice would be shaky because of his flustered state and he'd mess up words whenever he glanced at the picture, but eventually he'd manage to say this,"I don't really know where t-to begin, I mean the art itself is impeccable, v-very stylised...and ehem...the artist clearly...k-knows their anatomy. I-...thank you for drawing me." He'd look away, his heart racing in his chest and his mind plagued with new thoughts like...would he actually look good in that situation...would people want to see it...should he...try it?

𑁍༄Wanderer:

Wanderer would look at the picture, his eyebrows furrowing and his mouth hanging open for a second, "W-what the hell is this?!? Why am I w-wet in it??? Perverts!" He'd clench his hands into fists, putting on quite the show as he tossed the drawing behind him and stomped away like he's just been highly offended...even though deep down, he found it slightly...appealing. To think someone actually had the nerve to draw him so scandalously...perhaps he'd have to find the artists who had done so, just to show them how wrong of a choice they'd made~

𑁍༄Kazuha:

"Oh my..." Kazuha would say, a blush spreading across his face and his calm personality faltering for just a second, before he quickly recomposed himself, scratching the back of his neck nervously as he chose the best words to say, "The art is very beautiful, I must say they've flattered me alot though...I don't truthfully look like that...not nearly as handsome. As for the marks...on the n-neck, I don't currently have any..." He'd probably mean that last sentence as a means to say he wasn't currently in a relationship, but to anyone who had heard it...they took it as a invitation to give him some~

𑁍༄Childe:

Childe would smile happily, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed and his chest slightly puffed up with pride, "Comrades please, you all make me blush, the art is wonderful and in no small part because I'm in it...,but I assure you the real thing is better. I win, even in regards to myself.." He'd wink at you, leaving you captivated by his charm even though what he had said sounded silly.

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

Neuvillette would look at the art for awhile, his purple hued eyes widening as he scanned it into his memory and rested his chin in his hand, his long white hair drapping over his shoulders as he wondered if someone had caught him changing, since how could they make something so accurate otherwise... "Apologies, but where did you get this again? The drawing itself is indeed very beautiful and well crafted, I believe the artist who made this should be very proud...I'm just curious how they know what I look like shirtless...and who else might know as well."

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚I hope you enjoyed*⁠.⁠✧

(Open!) Taglist: @kiokiee

[yuurei20]

Short translation from the second Twisted Wonderland novel: Meeting Azul (pt2)

"‘My name is Azul Ashengrotto, and I am honored to be the housewarden of Octavinelle. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.’

'Yes—it’s nice to meet you,’ Yuuya replies, and Azul respectfully removes his hat, tucks his cane beneath his arm and removes a white glove, revealing his bare right hand.

Somewhat overwhelmed, Yuuya’s handshake is tentative. The grip that returns his own is far stronger than it seems it should be, and the look within Azul’s eyes is somehow even more powerful.

‘I have been wanting to hear your story,’ Azul explains, wearing the same, friendly smile.

Yuuya is surprised by the thought that the housewarden of Octavinelle would be interested in hearing about him, of all people, but then he remembers the rumors that surround him, and gives an awkward smile.

Ramshackle dorm, where he lives with a monster. Inter-dimensional travel that no one understands. Riddle’s incident.

There is only so much stimulation available within a school, making any one of those topics ripe for discussion. There are plenty of people who want to know more about the rumors.

‘It must be terribly inconvenient to be living in an unknown world. If there is any way that I might be of assistance, I would be delighted to help. Let us discuss this in more detail, next time.’

There is something about Azul’s words that set him apart from the other students who also wish to hear more about him. It must be that pure desire to know: a strong interest in Yuuya that comes across to him loud and clear.

However, the intensity of Azul's gaze feels to Yuuya like it is exposing his innermost thoughts, which makes him slightly uncomfortable.

‘Ah, it is nearly time time to check in on the stalls.’ Azul abruptly releases Yuuya’s hand, pulling on his glove once more.

‘I hope for our school and visitors alike to enjoy this Spelldrive Tournament to its fullest, and to that end, I must do everything I can as tournament committee chairman, yes?’

Perhaps he sensed Yuuya’s discomfort.

Azul gives him a reassuring smile and Yuuya returns it, feeling relieved. Azul is quite a thoughtful person, Yuuya thinks.

‘Let us meet again soon.’ Azul gives a light bow, and disappears into the crowd.

Yuuya watches as he exchanges pleasantries with every vendor he meets, engaging them in friendly conversation. Even when dealing with adults, he seems wholly confident.

‘Yuu, have you ever spoken to the Octavinelle housewarden before?’ Deuce asks with a curious look, having watched their conversation from start to finish.

‘No—that was my first time.’

Yuuya ventures that maybe Azul is just interested in hearing about Ramshackle dorm, and Ace nods in agreement. 'He seems real laid back, and real smart.’

‘He even noticed my aura—that guy’s got a good eye,’ Grim boasts, just as the school’s chime rings out.

The surrounding area suddenly becomes chaotic. It is time for the gates to open."

[mimiii-3]

What if mc wears a night gown that grandma’s usually wear when they sleep? The boys would men Leona, Floyd, and heartslabyul

This is a great idea anon!

Twst boys react to reader wearing an elderly nightgown

Note/warning: gn reader, funny, fluff

Extra note: I’m adding malleus to the headcanons

. . .

Riddle

• phew, nice and modest

• kind of an old soul himself so he enjoys the similarities between you two

• won’t let anyone make fun of you

• likes to watch you twirl around in it

“You look very nice tonight, my love. Ok now get in bed for our 8:30 bedtime!”

Leona

• ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’

• slow blinking to try and see whether or not he’s imagining the nightgown

• why would you even need to wear that???

• well, at least it’s good for the heat in Savanaclaw

“I don’t know what that is or why you’re wearing it but please just come to bed.”

Ace

• crying of laughter

• there is no way his soulmate is wearing a nightgown for old people

• makes fun of you but then is sad when you’re turned away from him in bed

• he spoons you and makes a pouty face while he begs for your forgiveness

• cuddles you all night to make it up to you

“Sorry hun, I didn’t mean to -pfft- make fun of your pajamas.”

Malleus

• ‘aww look how cute my dearest is in th-‘

• *notices the skin of your ankles peeking out from under the nightgown*

• oh wait….it’s sexy

• you’re about to make this weirdo act up

• can’t sleep all night because he’s too busy thinking about how your ankles look in that nightgown

“My dear, I am trying to look respectfully.”

Deuce

• doesn’t really interpret it as an elderly nightgown

• thinks you look like a princess

• he likes to play with the lace at the end of the skirt

• thinks it feels really soft and comforting while you two cuddle

“Why are you wearing such a nice dress to bed?”

Floyd

• thinks you look very squeezable in your nightgown

• likes watching you prance around the room, making the gown bounce and twirl with each step

• will not let Azul make fun of your choice of pajamas at all

“I don’t care what it looks like if you wear it and are comfortable in it.”

Cater

• ok he may not be the best fashion expert but that is just too much

• has no idea what you were thinking when you bought/sewn it

• you explain to him that you feel comfortable in it and it’s more your style

“Ok so I hear you BUT what about this silk, chestnut nighty?

Trey

• big deal he’s got one to match

• now y’all can get up at 2am and go investigate a mysterious noise in the dorm

• you grab the candle and he’ll grab the cane

“I’ll buy you a night cap for your birthday so we can match.”

Trey in his:

[monarch-of-jack]

I might be the only one here. But the reason I feel conflicted when I see people shipping and sexualizing Aspec characters, is because I don't trust most of you to be respectful about it. Not to mention some of you straight up arent.

Yes, Aspecs are an incredibly diverse group of people. I KNOW. I've been in their circles for well over 10 years. But do you all really care about that?

If you don't, then you're really just using it as an excuse to ignore their identities.

Let me make it very clear that I support exploring ALL the nuanced ways that someone can be Aspec. We are so much more varied than just sex-repulsed Aces and romance-repulsed Aros. (Though those are still valid experiences, don't shit on them!)

There are Allosexual Aromantics. There are Alloromantic Asexuals. Aspecs in Queerplatonic Relationships. Grey-Aspecs, Demi-Aspecs, Oriented AroAces, Cupio-, Flux-, Lith-, Fray-, Recipro- Aego-, and a million other types of Aspecs. It's a huge spectrum.

And orientation doesn't equal action. There are sex/romance favorable Aspecs. There are kinky & kink favorable Aspecs. Aces that have and have had sex for whatever reason. Aros that are and have been in romantic relationships for whatever reason. Maybe they felt pressured. Maybe they were experimenting. Maybe they were still finding themselves. Maybe they were forced. Maybe they do it for their partner. Maybe they do it for money or their image. Maybe they just like it despite lacking attraction. Aspecs are people. They are all different and all equally valid in how they live their lives.

A character being Aspec literally just means they're lacking attraction in one way or another. So there's still endless possibilities in creating canon and fanon for them.

But are most of you really shipping characters like Alastor, Peridot, Jughead and co. as Aspecs, or are you looking for excuses to disregard their identity?

Have you actually educated yourself about their identities so you can portrait them accurately and respectfully? Are you infantilizing and patronizing them or make them act stupid? Do you make them pitiful, antisocial, or 'difficult to deal with'? Are you arguing with Aspec people when they point out something is problematic? Are you accepting input from Aspec people? Do you explain that you're shipping/sexualizing that Aspec character because of your specific headcanon or AU? Do you get angry if you have to clarify that after the fact? If you as an Allo, ship or sexualize Aspec characters, do you really do it with them still being Aspec?

The thing is, you can. But a lot of you don't. And that's why Aspec people react defensifely.

We have little to no representation in the media as it is. And yet you're annoyed when we ask you not to diminish or erase their identities.

I want to see Aspecs in all kinds of situations and with all sorts of preferences. But way too many of you are ready to shit on Aspec identities to get your fanon out.

I could go on for days about this. But the fact that some of you will get angy that I even made this post is exactly what I'm talking about.

[zeawesomebirdie]

Brudick Co-parenting + Batfam Shenanigans Rec List

Thanks to @holybatmandickgrayson for requesting this, and thanks for your patience while I put it together!! (And paging @steine-druff as per usual!) Dick acting as the defacto second parent in the Wayne household is one of the best brudick tropes, and it has my whole entire heart. And the batfam dynamic itself has so much potential and is a joy to read, especially when the common goal of teasing Dick about Bruce is involved!

These are in no particular order, but I've tried to organise them into general categories. The titles to each fic contain a link to it. A lot of these are on the shorter end of the spectrum, but there's a few longer fics included too! I hope you find something here that you haven't read yet!

Co-parenting

1. Till You Find Your Dream by Kyele [@timeforalongstory on tumblr]; rated E; no archive warnings apply; 177,062 words; 31 chapters; complete

Summary:

“You know, my child, that the orphanage cannot continue to support you once you become an adult.” The abbess sighs. “There is one path that is always open to you. You may choose a holy vocation, and take orders. The Sisters of Perpetual Grace will accept you as a postulant if you choose.”

Dick had known to expect this. “Thank you, Reverend Mother,” Dick says respectfully, “but I cannot follow that path.”

The Mother Superior nods. He looks unsurprised. “Then perhaps,” he says, “you would be interested to hear of another opportunity.” From the papers on his desk, the abbess removes a single sheet. “Are you familiar with Captain Wayne?”

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Dick accepts a position as governess to eight war-orphans, adopted by millionaire and WW1 flying ace Captain Bruce Wayne. The rest is inevitable.

Starting this list off with a bang, this fic is glorious! It's a The Sound of Music AU and A/B/O, and that sounds like a wacky mixture but truly this is one of the best co-parenting brudick fics I've ever read. It features beautiful sibling dynamics, Dick learning to function in high society at the same time as he's teaching the children to do the same, and the best exploration of gender and social roles I've ever come across. And the way the children come to accept Dick as their governess then protect him from being fired by Captain Wayne is utterly glorious!

2. The Fall of An April's Fool by Mysterious_Aud_Lou; rated M; creator chose not to use archive warnings; 3,967 words; 1 chapter; complete

Summary:

All it took was one mission, one week, one bed, and one very tired mistake for Bruce Wayne to realize that he was in love with Dick Grayson.... and then came the fallout.

Bruce and Dick just came back from a mission in which they were fake engaged, and during that short mission, Bruce got a little too used to acting as a couple. Of course, the rest of the batkids pick up on this immediately, but luckily Dick is great at improv, and so this one has lived rent-free in my head ever since I first read it!

Damian Playing Matchmaker

Because I have a very surprising number of recs with this exact premise! These also sometimes double as co-parenting fics with the other batkids besides Damian too :)

1. Covet by resurrectedhippo; rated M; creator chose not to use archive warnings; 16,059 words; 1 chapter; complete

Summary:

Dick Grayson is an extension of Bruce Wayne. If there’s no Bruce Wayne, there’s no Dick Grayson. They struggle to exist without each other.

The entire world wonders if they have ever been separate people.

This one is a little bit of both co-parenting and Damian being the one to force them together. It features Bruce denying his feelings for a million years, Dick helping to train each successive Robin, and so much mutual pining it hurts (affectionate). And of course, Damian calling a family meeting to announce that Bruce and Dick will need to be wed over the summer, much to the shock of every other person in the family

And I'm adding a cut here because this is getting long, but I've got more under the read more!

2. Better than the Sweetest Dream by shield_of_selene; rated T; no archive warnings apply; 15,089 words; 1 chapter; complete

Summary:

Damian accuses Bruce of failing his Valentine’s Day duties; namely, romancing Dick Grayson. This starts a chain reaction that leads to exploding heart bombs, forced imprisonment, and wedding bells.

I love a villain who can commit to the bit, and the Matchmaker, a Valentine's Day themed villain, does not disappoint! This fic also features Damian having a better grasp of Bruce's emotions than Bruce himself does, which is always a delight to see!

3. To Court a Grayson by Mysterious_Aud_Lou; rated T; creator chose not to use archive warnings; 3,285 words; 1 chapter; complete

Summary:

Damian Wayne has always gotten what he wants, and what he wants is his father to realize that Bruce will find no better romantic partner than Damian's beloved Grayson. So, armed with a briefcase and a carefully planned powerpoint presentation, Damian takes on the challenge of convincing his father that it's time to throw all other romantic entanglements aside, and begin to court Grayson properly.

Oh my goodness, where do I even begin with this one? The whole thing is just glorious, featuring Damian hacking into Bruce's work calender, Bruce actually sitting through the entirety of Damian's presentation, and one of the most delightful reveals I've ever read!

General Batfam

1. Old and New by junetangerine; rated E; no archive warnings apply; 5,241 words; 1 chapter; complete

Summary:

Objectively speaking, he knew the man wasn’t infallible or indestructible (heaven knew he’d picked enough fights over it, Bruce insisting on patrolling even when he could barely stand on his own), but the prospect that he might not bounce back into the brilliant steamroller of a man that Dick loved in more ways than was appropriate or healthy was terrifying.

Not as jarring as the Twilight Zone experience of having Bruce look openly delighted to see him.

“Dick!”

It was all Dick could do to remain frozen in place while Bruce crossed the distance between them and just kept going, right into Dick’s personal space and then closer, until his mouth was against Dick’s. It was short, just a firm press of lips, but enough to turn Dick’s world on its head.

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A head injury leaves Bruce confused. He seems to believe he and Dick are a couple. Dick doesn't have it in him to say otherwise.

Exactly what it says on the tin. This fic is a delight, featuring Dick being incredibly conflicted and Bruce trying to deny his feelings the moment he gets his memory back! Also featuring the various batkids accepting this new dynamic with surprising ease

2. Be Kind, Rewind by kleine_aster; rated T; creator chose not to use archive warnings; 2,138 words; 1 chapter; complete

Summary:

Batman always thinks of everything, except for erasing his old tapes when he really, really should.

This fic is very funny! I greatly enjoyed the dynamics between the various batkids as they processed what they were watching, and Dick's frantic reaction to being caught with Bruce

3. It's A Christmas Miracle (Or Not) by RandomMayhem [@randomlymayhemic on tumblr]; rated T; no archive warnings apply; 6,864 words; 2 chapters; complete

Summary:

With Harley and Ivy causing chaos in Las Vegas, Dick and Bruce must go on an impromptu trip to stop the unruly couple. Only, they aren't quite sure what exactly they're supposed to be stopping...

Waking up married wasn't in the plan, regardless. Not with Damian on the verge of pulling a Rumplestiltskin. So, there's no doubt about it - the holiday season's about to get a whole lot crazier.

In which Damian threatens Dick's firstborn child should they return home late for Hanukkah. This fic is very cute and very enjoyable, and the batfam's reactions to their impromptu marriage are a delight!

4. Truth or Dare by rnedagemacaroni; rated T; creator chose not to use archive warnings; 959 words; 1 chapter; complete

Summary:

This is why the Bat Family kids should not have free time.

Anything with the batkids actually getting to relax and have fun is an amazing read, and this fic is no exception!! Oh to be a fly on the wall during their games of truth or dare!

5. Wayne Family Adventure: the secret episode by Caroaimezoe; rated T; no archive warnings apply; 4,005 words; 1 chapter; complete

Summary:

Prompt: How will the Batfamily take discovering that their dad and big brother/mother have been in a secret relationship for years

I adore the sibling dynamics in this one, and Damian being smug the whole time is just SO cute! There's also so much that could be said about how valiantly Dick tries to keep their relationship secret only to fail so miserably, it's a true delight

And that's all for now! I hope you enjoy these!