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megamindsecretlair · 7 hours ago

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Said I Wouldn't, Part 1

Pairing: Dad!Terry Richmond x Virgin!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. Cursing, teasing (fem receiving), fingering (female receiving), All consensual. Sorry if I missed some.

Summary: Babysitting for Terry had its perks. You were able to see his gorgeous ass every night before heading off to your own house next door. And because he went to the gym on Wednesday nights, you had extra time to explore his room and live in your delusions. But when Terry catches you, you are unprepared for what comes next.

Word Count: 7,608k

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A/N: I...am just going to be honest. I am a WEAK woman when it comes to Aaron and since he's hellbent on killing me, I may as well surrender. Need that man. That full sleeve turned me FERAL. This should be a two-parter. I also fucked around and caught a bug, ugh. Pray for me. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.

“Will you marry me?”

You gasped as you turned to Mr. Terry’s son, Troy, as he looked at you with the sweetest expression on his little face. His eyes were wide and pleading, a shy smile on his face, as he glanced at you like you hung the moon.

Aww, how come there were no guys your age who wanted to marry you? Then again, you’d actually have to go out with someone for all that and well, you had better things to do. Like get your degree, find a better job, and actually do the whole adult thing before you brought a man into that.

You licked your lips to give yourself time to think of a proper answer. Though you didn’t know how you were supposed to navigate something like this. Mr. Terry hadn’t given you a laundry list of what was appropriate for you to handle and you were a bit out of your depth.

“That is really sweet of you to ask and you’re very brave. But I am entirely too old for you, buddy,” you said.

Troy tucked his legs beneath him and sidled closer to you. His shoulder knocked into the coffee table disrupting his homework and you fought a smile at the eagerness in his little body. “I’ll be a great husband! I’ll open doors for you and make you chicken nuggets!” He persisted.

See, the definition of romance. Who didn’t want their doors opened for them and chicken nuggets on demand? You put your pen down on the coffee table next to your own abandoned homework. You faced Troy and fought hard to keep the smile from your face. He was being serious so you’d respond in kind.

“That is a very tempting offer, Troy. But I’m very sorry. I have to say no,” you said.

His face crumpled but to his credit, he didn’t cry. He only scrunched up his face like he was lost in thought. He looked so much like Mr. Terry, it was frightening.

“But you’re so pretty! Like Dad said. And you’re a good person. Dad always said to find the prettiest, smartiest, good person and marry them. Not like bad girls,” Troy said.

“What makes a girl bad?” You asked. Out of all the things Troy said, your mind stuck on the fact that Mr. Terry thought you were pretty. It shouldn’t. It was wildly inappropriate, not to mention a cliche and a half, but…Mr. Terry was drop dead fuckin’ gorgeous. If someone like that called someone like you pretty, then…maybe…

“Dad said when they’re ma-man,” Troy said. He scrunched up his face again and then dug a small notebook from his pocket. He flipped a few pages before poking out his bottom lip. “Ma-mani-pu.” Troy sounded out the word, badly, but you knew better than to try and help him.

“Manipulative,” Troy finally pushed out.

You smiled and nodded your head. “That’s very good. You should stay away from those girls. In fact, the only thing on your mind should be those books you stopped paying attention to,” you said and tapped his math homework.

“I can do both,” he said, giving you a grin.

You chuckled. Just like his damn daddy… You rolled your eyes and tapped on his homework again. “Math homework, young man,” you said.

Troy sighed but you could already tell this would be an uphill battle. He sat back on the floor and tucked his legs under the table to complete his homework. He was a bit too small to really manage, but he wanted to be next to you while you did yours.

You worked in silence, working on your own homework, and when Troy was finished you looked over his answers. This new way of doing math was beyond you and that was without struggling from the old way. It looked about right. Hell, Troy needed to look over your homework with how smart he was.

“Great job, buddy. This goes straight to your backpack so you don’t lose it. And then it’s bath time,” you said.

Troy groaned, dropping his head dramatically to the coffee table. Your shoulders danced with silent laughter. What was it about kids avoiding the bath like the plague? Or maybe you were just a weird child all around. You loved taking baths and taking your Bratz dolls with you so they could go “swimming”.

“You know, if you want to make a great husband, there’s nothing girls like more than a boy who has good hygiene,” you said.

“Really?” Troy asked, popping his head up to look at you. “Even you?” After you nodded, Troy packed up his homework into his binder and then rushed to his room. This kid had your entire heart. You’d be sad to stop babysitting for him when Mr. Terry finally figured out what he’d do with the separation from his horrible wife. There would probably be a more permanent, vetted babysitter.

You were absolutely biased against Alivia, Mr. Terry’s wife. After moving in next door about a year ago, you had a front row seat to the awful way she treated Mr. Terry and Troy. Constantly shrieking and belittling them, no matter what they did. Keeping both virtually locked up in the house.

You could count on one hand the amount of times Mr. Terry or Troy had friends over. Or hell, a grandmother or cousin or something. When there were visitors, it was short lived. You were also witness to the screaming match when Mr. Terry finally threw her ass out of the house with nothing but a suitcase a few months back.

How anyone could treat those two like that was beyond you. But you didn’t know all of it. Only what you were able to see and be nosy about. Since you had no real life of your own, you spent your free time making up scenarios about other people. It was fun…until Mr. Terry invited you into their world to be a babysitter.

And since then, your severe crush only grew more ridiculous. Bordering on creepy really. But you just couldn’t help it. You’d have killed to have a life like this. A stable home, a wonderful kid, and a husband who was good and provided. You didn’t think this life was perfect, no life was perfect, but dammit…you yearned.

Troy started the bath and you stood up from behind the coffee table to stretch your legs. You fixed the deep rose colored bodycon dress you wore. Not entirely appropriate, but you skipped laundry day and who knows when you’d get another chance considering one of your roommates was a hog.

You walked down the short hallway to the bathroom and knocked on the door. “I’m in here!” Troy called out.

“Good, make sure you wash behind your ears, please!” You said.

“I will!” Troy called back.

You had about twenty minutes before Troy would be done. So you looked around the house, knowing full well you were alone, and then snuck off to Mr. Terry’s room. Yes, you knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help it.

You managed to swipe an old T-shirt of Mr. Terry’s a month ago and so far, he hadn’t noticed. Or if he did, he just hadn’t mentioned it to you. It was the stupidest, boldest thing you’d ever done, but you couldn’t muster the energy to feel guilty about it. It was an old MCMAP shirt that you slept in nearly every night. It still smelled like him, years of his natural scent soaked into the fabric.

You did a deep dive on Mr. Terry after that, justifying it by telling yourself that you had to know who you were dealing with. Mr. Terry found you on a babysitting app but since you were right next door and a little friendly already, he bypassed all that to pay you directly. You appreciated the extra cash, but people were sick these days.

But every piece of information you managed to find out only made you fall in love with him that much more. He was on the freakin’ Wikipedia page, like…how could you not fall in love? You loved when people were really good at what they did. You were sure there was a name for it, but fuck if you knew it. You only knew that when someone was exceptionally good at something, it got you all hot and bothered.

Slipping into Mr. Terry’s room, you took a deep breath. This was where he laid his head at night. The rustic decor somehow fit the image you had of him in your mind. He had a dark, rustic walnut headboard that stretched to the ceiling. On it were two lamps that pointed to the bed.

On his nightstand, he had the same historical novel he started a month or so ago. He had a simple, thin brown blanket on his neatly made up bed. That was point one in why you would never actually work with someone like him. He was too neat for your blood. He’d probably have a heart attack seeing the state of your bedroom.

You tried, you really did, but well. You were grown enough to admit you just hated picking up after yourself. Not when you had better things to do like binge anime and go down Google rabbit holes for random things you thought about.

His furniture was simple, functional, much like the man himself but there was something so alluring about being in a man’s personal space. And you did mean a MAN. All capital letters included. You made sure to never touch anything. You just liked getting a peek behind that stoic exterior.

You glanced at your watch, still making good time, as you looked at the small bottles of cologne. They were nearly filled to the top so maybe he didn’t use it as much? Maybe he naturally smelled that damn delicious.

On his dresser, he had a few pictures thrown about of Troy and Alivia. You sucked your teeth looking at the batshit woman he married. Why did guys tend to go for the crazy, loud women? Were they allergic to peace? To a quiet night at home, basking in gooey love?

As your therapist put it, the world was not a stage and no, you couldn’t direct people’s actions. You were not that powerful. What Mr. Terry decided to do in his own bed was his own business. Speaking of…

You sat down on the edge of the bed and cast your eyes about the room. You didn’t always come in here. You weren’t that big of a pervert. Just on Wednesday nights. That was when he stopped by the gym after work. And he always came home sweaty and out of breath. If he were a bit closer, you were sure that he would jog or bike to the gym rather than taking his car.

As you sat there, you let your mind wander. What would it be like coming home to someone of his caliber? Someone able to carry a damn conversation beyond wondering what you were doing every two seconds. Someone to discuss books and themes with. Someone to binge anime with you and discuss the power scaling. Fun stuff.

An engine pulled up outside the house and you scrambled to get out of the man’s room as quickly as possible. The car door slammed outside and your heart pounded in your chest. Okay, he was a little too early tonight. You closed the door behind you just as his keys turned the lock. You jogged to the kitchen and opened a cabinet, grabbing a cup just as Mr. Terry’s keys hit the key bowl beside the door.

“Mr. Terry, hi,” you said, closing the cabinet door. You walked over to the fridge and poured a glass of water that you clearly needed.

Mr. Terry walked further into the kitchen and then gave you a small smile, putting his hands into his gym shorts pockets. He wore a simple gray T-shirt soaked through with sweat and damn, damn, damn, he looked good. His arms bulged underneath the short sleeved shirt, deep veins running along his arm. Delicious.

“Dad!” Troy barreled into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Whoa, okay,” you said and turned around with a chuckle.

“Troy, we have company. You can’t run around naked like that,” Terry said. You heard movement but refused to turn around.

“I asked her to marry me, but she said no. But I was able to say manipulative,” Troy said, slowing down around the big word.

“Is that right?” Terry asked.

“Uh-huh. She said girls like when boys have good hygiene. So you should probably bathe too,” Troy said.

Terry laughed and you heard wrestling. “Is that your way of saying I stink?” Mr. Terry asked.

“Well, I wasn’t going to say anything…” you chimed in, not wanting to be left out.

“Oh that’s cold, you both got jokes. You, put some lotion and clothes on. And brush your teeth,” Mr. Terry said.

“Good night, Troy!” You called after the little boy as he took off towards the bathroom.

“Good night! See you tomorrow!” He yelled.

“It’s safe to turn around,” Mr. Terry said.

Naw, it really wasn’t. But you took a deep breath and turned around anyway. Somehow, the second time seeing him in all his sweaty glory was just as heart-stopping as the first time. You forgot all about your guilty activities as you openly stared at him in the kitchen.

It was by no means a small kitchen, but it felt claustrophobic standing there. As if his presence was a physical force field pressing into you from all sides. It was your stupid crush on the man that made you all tongue tied when you got around him.

“I hope he didn’t bug too much. I know he has a big crush on you,” Mr. Terry said.

You waved your hand. “He’ll grow out of it,” you said. They always do. But you kept that little tidbit to yourself. Though…you did want to ask about the pretty comment Troy mentioned earlier. But you were too chicken. Instead, you stood there awkwardly in this man’s kitchen for no reason. Other than to count the drops of drool pooling in your mouth.

“I should get going,” you said. Your chest was still beating rapidly and you needed to get out of his immediate vicinity. Like right now. You washed out the cup you used.

“You didn’t have to,” he said.

You giggled. “Now, what kind of guest would I be if I didn’t clean up after myself?” You could clean up for other people but when it came to yourself, you lost all motivation to do so. It was the ass-backwards manners you were brought up on, but hey. It wasn’t like anyone was coming to visit your messy bedroom anyway.

“Let me walk you home then,” Mr. Terry said.

“I’m just next door,” you said. You dried off the cup and replaced it in the cabinet. He stepped out of the way so that you could walk past him. His eyes tracked you as you moved through the living room, collecting your homework and pens.

“What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t?” Mr. Terry asked.

“Oh, you’re a gentleman now,” you said and giggled. Did you have a flashing neon sign professing your guilt? Or did your guilt make you suspicious of everything? Because right now, it seemed like Mr. Terry was employing high level interrogation tactics, staying cool and calm while he let your guilt do the talking for you.

“I’ve always been a gentleman,” he said.

You could only giggle, too nervous to say anything else as you loaded up your backpack and threw on your cut off jean jacket. Terry’s mesmerizing hazel eyes followed each movement. Were you that bad at acting? Was he about to tell you that he had cameras in his room and knew exactly what you did on Wednesday nights?

You needed to get a life and a half. Because the thought of getting caught only made it that much naughtier. Your imagination ran wild thinking of ways he could punish you for it. Preferably with a spanking. You bet those beefy hands would give a good one.

“H-How was work?” You asked. Damn, that sounded nervous, didn’t it?

“Same old story, different day,” he said.

You nodded. You sucked at conversation so you promptly shut your trap and walked with him outside of the door. The night air was crisp, the late January night so frigid that you could see clouds of your breath escape with each exhale. Dew collected on the blades of grass outside of Mr. Terry’s house and it soaked into your flat sandals, tickling your toes.

“How’s your degree goin’?” Mr. Terry asked, breaking the silence.

“Good. Though I think one of the professors hates me,” you said. You sucked your teeth, thinking of Mr. Shoop, your English teacher. If you didn’t have a comma in the right place, he marked you down for one reason or another.

“I’m sure it’s impossible to hate you,” Mr. Terry said.

You snorted with laughter, immediately censoring yourself as you released the ugly laugh. He didn’t need to hear all that. You cleared your throat and shrugged, telling him about the latest run in with Mr. Shoop. You made one little comment about the current book you were studying in class, and now he had it in his head that you were an uppity Negro.

“Fuck him, then. You’re supposed to challenge the status quo in college,” Mr. Terry said.

You giggled and crossed the low cement border to your own place. The grass was less green, more brittle and dead because no one in the house fucking cared about aesthetics. This was not your forever home. Once you graduated, you were getting the fuck out of here as if your pants were on fire.

“You ever go to college?” You asked.

“Naw. Enlisted as soon as I turned 18,” he said. His voice was like sweet honey in the middle of spring. It didn’t belong on this cold, quiet night in the ‘burbs. “It’s why I want Troy to focus on his grades. Make sure he has every opportunity I didn’t.”

The automatic porch light turned on bathing you both in its warm, yellow glow. It also highlighted your ugly brick porch with the mailbox half hanging off of the wall. You cringed as you climbed the steps but focused on the conversation.

“You’re doing an amazing job with him, Mr. Terry,” you said.

He scrunched his face, most definitely like Troy, and shook his head. “It’s just Terry,” he said.

“Yeah but –”

Mr. Terry stepped closer to you, drawing up to his full 6’3 height and looked down at you. You hoped he couldn’t hear your painful gulp.

“No buts. I’m not stepping down until you agree. We’re damn near the same age,” he said.

You opened your mouth to argue the point but his fierce eyebrows drew down in a challenge. You reared back with a grin and Mr. Terry’s eyebrow shot up in a dare. You licked your lips and nodded. Okay, touché.

“Terry,” you said, trying it out. It still sounded so wrong.

“Say it again,” Terry said, his eyes drooping lower.

“Terry,” you nearly whispered. Terry - gah, that was still so weird - leaned forward and for half a second, you thought he would kiss you. That he would plant those gorgeous pink lips on yours and kiss your sandals right off your feet.

Instead, he chuckled and then looked down. He shook his head and then stepped back. “My job isn’t done until you’re safe inside,” he said.

“You take this pretty seriously, huh?” You asked. Stupid. Why the hell would a man like that kiss his babysitter? Probably saw you as some teenager next door, even though he was correct. You were almost the same age. But he was more mature and put together than you could ever hope to be.

“Very seriously,” he agreed.

You dug in your jacket pocket for your keys, the tips of your ears aflame as you continued to berate yourself. To be clear, you knew you were pretty but you got tongue tied around gorgeous men. Regular men you could deal with. They were the regular, easy pickin’s off of any vine. But Terry was like a fully baked apple pie sitting in a window somewhere. Mouth watering, steamy, and sinfully tempting.

Men like that went for super thin fashion models or apparently, screaming harpies who liked to belittle men. And just like that, you remembered that he was technically married. There was no way that an upstanding man like Terry would step out on his wife, separation or no.

“Well, the neighborhood is safe since we have a man like you to keep watch,” you said. You turned the lock and opened the door, waving goodbye over your shoulder. Terry waved to you and then took off down the porch, clapping his hands together as he went back to his own house.

You closed and locked the door behind you, leaning your back against it as you sighed. That was entirely too close. But in your defense, he typically showed up after Troy was done with his bath. You’d have to get your snooping down to a more manageable time.

You groaned and headed to your room, bypassing the discarded clothing on the floor and random water bottles thrown about the foyer area. Pigs.

Living with two guys and another girl was the bane of your fucking existence. You and Gia had to put your foot down and explain that you weren’t their mothers or sisters or maids and you would not pick up after them. In rebellion, the two men, Andre and Malcolm, doubled down by not picking up after themselves either.

So if one of them slipped on their own shirts or didn’t have clean dishes, that was on them. Money was tight as you went through grad school, but you had enough to eat out and find alternatives to cooking. To each their own in this fucking house.

You made it to your room and closed the door, turning on lights and getting ready for bed. You settled in for your third watch of Jujutsu Kaisen, sitting comfortably in Terry’s MCMAP shirt but your mind raced as you played tonight over and over in your mind.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Troy asked, the following Wednesday night.

“Of course,” you said.

“I like when you’re around. My dad doesn’t seem so sad,” Troy said.

Cue your heart breaking in three, two, one…you sighed and put your pen down on the coffee table. Right back in your regular seats, Troy continued with his social studies homework as if he didn’t just say the saddest thing ever.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

Troy stopped writing but didn’t look up from his homework. “Dad was sad a lot when Mom was here. But he smiles more when you’re around. So that means you can’t leave, okay?” He asked and looked back at you with a shy, sad smile on his face.

“Troy, is that why you asked me to marry you? So I wouldn’t leave?” You asked.

Troy nodded. “Plus you’re really pretty. And soooo smart,” he said.

Kids. You smiled and hugged him, bringing him closer to you. “You don’t ever have to worry about these things, okay? Your job is to do your homework and listen to your dad. I’m right next door. If you ever need anything, you come get me, okay?” You asked.

Troy nodded but didn’t seem much convinced by your assurances. He was a kid but old enough to recognize when shit wasn’t sweet at home. With a mom like his, it was a wonder he stayed so innocent.

You were playing fast and loose with semantics, but Troy didn’t technically ask you to keep the secret. Only if he could tell you one. You’d have to talk to Terry when he got home and make sure the man talked to his son.

It couldn’t be easy trying to raise a kid in a broken home. The good Lord knew your own parents had a rough go of it. But Troy’s only concern should be which yogurt was in his lunchbox. Not his dad’s happiness or lack thereof.

You helped look over his answers and helped him in the few areas he got wrong. You helped him solve the problem on his own, not just hand him the answers. “Alright buddy, bath time,” you said.

“Because girls like boys with good hygiene,” he recited.

“Exactly,” you said and nodded your head.

Troy grabbed his homework and stuffed it into his binder. Then he turned to you with a serious expression on his face, entirely too much like his dad. He was eight. What eight year old needed to be so serious?

“One day, I’ll be old enough to marry you,” he promised.

You giggled. “You are going to meet the love of your life and forget all about little ole me,” you said.

Troy shook his head and grinned. “I could never forget you.”

“You know what, you sweet talker. Bath time, now. You’re too young to think about marriage anyway,” you said with a giggle.

Troy skipped into his room to put up his homework and then he trudged to the bathroom with a change of clothes and a fresh towel. You heard the bath water running while Troy hummed to some song you didn’t know.

You checked your watch. After such a close call last time…you really shouldn’t. But it had become a ritual at this point. Your body compelled you to move, to go to his room and pretend for twenty minutes that he was coming home to you.

You didn’t actually want this type of domestic life but…well, who were you fooling? This was exactly what you had planned for your life. But as a nerdy, thickum Black girl with too much time on her hands, no one was exactly beating down your door for your hand in marriage.

Let alone anything resembling sex. You’d become an expert at handling things yourself but you didn’t know what the actual act was like. And it was too embarrassing to tell grown ass men that you were a virgin and waiting on an actual connection before hopping in bed.

Sue you, sex meant something to you. And you weren’t going to give up the cookies because some egg head batted his eyes at you and took you on one date.

You spun around in Terry’s room trying to determine if he moved anything. Added anything. Removed anything. You just liked knowing him. Knowing a side of him that most didn’t get to see. It was what kept you going, something silly to keep your mind busy when school got too tough or the roommate situation sucked hot marbles.

Your eyes caught on the book on his nightstand. He finally finished the historical novel. The new book he was reading was a crime novel and from the blurb on the back, it sounded pretty interesting.

You were so caught up in the blurb and the first page, taking care not to disturb too much, that you didn’t notice Terry’s car pull up. Or his keys in the doorway, or him calling your name. You were so absorbed in it, that you dropped the book when Terry entered his room.

“Oh,” you gasped.

Your heart jumped to your throat as Terry smirked and tilted his head. “What are you doing in here? Where’s Troy?” He asked.

“Bath time,” you croaked out. Your throat turned dry and scratchy, pulling each word out as if it were being dragged over jagged glass. You had no good excuse for why you were in this man’s room, picking up his book, when you were supposed to be watching his son.

What if Troy had drowned? What if he suddenly lit the house on fire? Shame made your stomach gurgle as your mind raced for any type of excuse or reason to be in his room. Babysitting 101 was watching your damn kid.

Terry stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. You were frozen, rooted to the spot, heart beating rapidly and your fingers started to shake. What was he going to do?

Terry walked closer until he bent down to pick up the discarded book. He flipped it over and dusted it off, being entirely too casual for your tastes. “What were you doing in here?” He asked, his voice too, too calm.

You backed away towards the wall and shook your head. When your back collided with it, you were out of space. So you began to move to the side, sliding against the wall and trying to create some distance.

Terry turned with you, stepping in time with you, not letting you out of his sight. It was his right. It was his house after all. And you were the creepy pervert in his room. “I didn’t steal anything, I swear,” you said, your voice too small.

“That’s not what I asked,” he said. He smirked as if this was all a funny misunderstanding. Like it was normal to find you being a creep in his room.

“You don’t have to call the cops, I promise. I’ll leave and…I won’t come back,” you said. God, you didn’t even want to try and explain this to the cops or your family. You were completely mortified and disgusted with yourself. You knew you should have left it alone.

“I didn’t say anything about the cops,” he said. He stepped closer to you and you smelled the sweat and overall male scent wafting off of him in waves. He wore a red shirt this time, soaked through with sweat and clinging to his well honed chest.

He was tall as hell, looming over you whether he wanted to or not. You didn’t know this game he was playing and you just wanted to leave. You were at a loss of what to say or do. He blocked the exit with his body. There was just him. His broad shoulders, his wide chest, his hypnotizing eyes.

“What were you doing in here?” He asked softly.

“I just wanted to know you,” you said just as softly. It was a pathetic excuse but at least it was honest.

“Why didn’t you ask me?” He asked.

You snorted with laughter before clicking your mouth shut. Terry’s eyebrows furrowed and he reached out to cup your cheek. You looked from his hand to his face. Was this man okay? Shouldn’t he be…angry? Upset? Confused? You’d broken his trust in the worst possible way. Got yourself plum fired over something so stupid. This wasn’t going the way you thought it would in your mind.

“Why do you do that?” He asked.

“Laugh?” You asked. God, you felt like an idiot.

Terry smirked. “Stop yourself from laughing. It drives me nuts,” he said.

“Oh,” you said. You shook your head and shrugged. “I have a weird laugh.”

Terry leaned closer so that his nose rubbed against yours. “I keep waiting to hear it but you don’t ever let yourself laugh out loud,” he said.

You narrowed your eyes but you were slowly calming down from the threat of discovery. For the time being, it looked like Terry wasn’t going to smack you to kingdom come. This…you didn’t know what this was but you weren’t about to stop him either. This was the closest you’d ever been to him. Ever. You were going to soak up every detail before he kicked you out flat on your ass.

“I didn’t know you were waiting to hear it,” you said.

Terry leaned away so that he could look into your eyes. Fuck, he was so pretty. With his ever changing eyes, one of your favorite past times was trying to figure out what color they were. Sometimes they were so blue it would make the ocean jealous. Sometimes they were a stormy gray. Other times, they were a pale brown. It was insane but kept your mind busy.

“You drive me crazy,” he said, the words slowly spilling from his lips with that subtle drawl.

“Me?” You asked and snorted. Oh, if he only fucking knew… He drove you to distraction without even trying. One look, one sound from him and you were ready to bend over, ass up, and let him have his wicked way with you.

“Is that surprising?” He asked.

“Um…yeah,” you said and giggled. This was like the statue of David coming to life and asking a painting on a date. The mediums were both gorgeous but one was more lauded than the other.

“I know I can be…serious,” Terry said. You snorted again and he tapped your nose. “But I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. Like I was some creep, you know?” He asked.

“Yeah, well. I’m the one who was in your room, being inappropriate. I completely understand if you want to fire me…”

“Troy would kill me if I did,” he said and smirked.

You giggled. “You’d still have the right to. I am really, really sorry,” you said.

Terry’s hand moved from your cheek, down the sides of your body before landing on your hips. You gasped, your body tingling in areas you didn’t know you could tingle. Like his hands were a live wire and your body responded in the most unusual ways.

“You always seemed so nervous around me. I thought I scared you,” he said.

“The opposite actually,” you admitted. Hell, at this point, you might as well lay it all out. Put yourself on a silver platter, ready to be served up to Terry’s mercy. His thumbs pressed into your tummy and you gasped, shivering.

“The way you respond…have you ever been with anyone?” He asked.

You shook your head. You didn’t have the words to say you were a virgin. Didn’t want to be even more of a loser in his eyes. Terry cursed softly under his breath and shook his head.

“So no one’s ever touched you? Why not?” He asked.

You licked your lips and shrugged. “Guys just don’t like me like that.” It was the only answer you had to give. You were the in-between friend. You were the holdover friend people had before they found their forever person. Without fail, any man you were interested in went on one or two dates with you before suddenly finding the light of their fucking lives.

After the last guy literally went to the bathroom on your date and came back with someone else’s number, you swore off any hunt for a partner. What was the point? You wasted outfit after outfit, faced disappointment after disappointment, and well, you just wanted off of the merry-go-round.

Terry tilted his head before stepping away. He pulled you towards his dresser and made you face the mirror. He pressed in behind you and you sighed, feeling a bulge rub against your ass.

You stared at his face in the mirror and watched as his face ran through a gauntlet of emotions. Like he was fighting with himself and losing the battle, fast. He placed his chin on your shoulder and then sighed.

“What do you see?” He asked.

“Me…and you…” You said. You weren’t trying to be a dumb ass, but it seemed like he was playing chess while you were playing Bingo.

Terry smirked. “What do you see when you look at yourself?”

You took a deep breath. You began to describe the features that you saw in the mirror. The way you did your hair, the way you did your makeup, the jewelry that you wore. Terry shook his head.

“I see a sexy, beautiful woman. I see someone that drives me fuckin’ nuts. A woman that makes me want to do awful, disgusting things to,” he said.

“Ahh,” you said and shivered from the intense look in his hazel eyes.

Terry’s hands moved up to cup your breasts over the top of your bodycon dress. You chose the burnished orange one today, once again at the mercy of Malcolm who acted like he was the only one who could use the fucking washing machine.

You moaned and bowed forward but Terry’s hands kept you upright. No one ever told you how different it was for someone to touch you as opposed to touching yourself. Everything seemed more intense, more lively, more electric.

“And I just can’t hold myself back anymore. Tell me to stop,” Terry said. He moved his head to kiss your neck, your jaw, and behind your ear.

You moaned, body shivering from how good he felt. How right his hands felt on your body. He pulled the top of your dress down, cupping your bare titties in his hands and pinching your nipples.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, knees getting weaker the more he tugged and pinched and pulled. Your pussy responded, throbbed, and you grew wet instantly soaking your panties.

“Tell me to stop,” Terry said, near begging as he continued to kiss and lick on your skin.

“I-I can’t,” you sighed. How could you tell him to stop when this was the only thing you ever wanted? The only thing you ever dreamed of?

“If you don’t tell me to stop, we’re going to cross a line. I need you to say it, please,” Terry said. As he spoke, his hands gripped the sides of your dress and pulled until your dress pooled around your hips.

You moaned as his fingers touched your thighs, fingers digging in and massaging you. His hands moved towards your panties, cupping you over the flimsy fabric. There was a thin layer separating you from what you most wanted.

“I can’t say it. You have to be the stronger one,” you said. He had to be. Because at this moment, there was nothing you would deny him. If he wanted a star from the Hollywood Walk of Fame, you’d be there the next day with a jackhammer and crow bar.

Terry dropped his head to your shoulder and groaned, his fingers moving closer to the seat of your panties. “I need you to say it,” he said.

You shook your head. You leaned forward and planted your hands on the dresser top, no longer able to support yourself standing. You were absolutely weak in the knees, ready to collapse at any given moment.

Terry’s left hand snaked around yours and grasped yours, fingers tangling. His right hand finally pushed your panties aside and he groaned, finding you soaking wet. “Fuck,” he moaned.

“Oh my god,” you moaned.

It was wildly different for his fingers to be there instead of your own. He moved expertly, soaking his fingers with your essence and playing with your clit. You shook violently on his fingers, too in your head to enjoy what he was doing.

“Breathe,” he whispered.

You sucked in deep pulls of air, your breathing returning to a normal rhythm. You nodded though you were out of your mind with pleasure. With feeling. His fingers plunged into your pussy and you cried out.

“Shh, shh,” he whispered.

Right. Right. There was an entire kid taking a bath at the moment. And here you were letting his dad play with you like a damn fiddle. You couldn’t find one ounce of regret. One ounce of shame.

His fingers helped you find heaven, light exploding behind your eyelids as your stomach twisted and caved from the pleasure he was delivering. His left hand tightened on yours as you got closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck me. Please,” you begged. You needed to know what it felt like. Needed to know right this second what he felt like getting inside you. Your pussy was empty, aching, begging for his dick and you pushed your ass into his bulge to get him to cave.

Terry groaned and pushed into you, pushing your hips against the edge of his dresser. He moaned as he dry humped against you, timing his wrist movements with his strokes.

“No condom,” he panted in your ear.

“Please,” you begged. You whined, you cried. You didn’t have a fucking clue what you were saying, only that you needed that bulge inside you. NOW.

Terry bit your ear. “I’m not gonna endanger you,” he said.

You collapsed forward. He leaned against your back and then got down to business. Rubbing your clit in circles until you leaned up on your tip toes and bit your lip as you came, flooding his fingers with your slick as the orgasm rocked you on the spot.

Your world quaked, cracked in half, and then was brought back together by Terry’s grunts and groans. As you came down, you panted and huffed, no energy left in your body. Terry withdrew his fingers and then brought his fingers to his mouth and suckled.

You watched him in the mirror as he closed his eyes. “Fuck,” you huffed.

Terry winked at you as he adjusted your panties and your dress. You opened your mouth plenty of times but there were no words to be found. What could you say? What could you do?

“Helllooooooooo,” Troy called out. He sounded as if he had been calling out for a minute.

Terry adjusted himself and then kissed your neck. “Don’t move,” he said.

He left the room and you heard him talking to Troy. He told the boy to brush his teeth and Troy tried to argue until Terry threatened to check his toothbrush. Troy laughed and his footfalls ran back to the bathroom.

You were still stuck in the same position you were before, hands planted on Terry’s dresser as if his command not to move had to be followed to the letter. You looked down at the pictures on his dresser, of his smiling wife and son.

Yet somehow…fuck her. You didn’t feel any guilt fucking her man in what used to be her bedroom. You didn’t know where she was or if she was even coming back. You didn’t hold any expectations. Only that you wanted what you wanted and you weren’t going to apologize for it. If this was the only thing you got from Terry, then so be it. Because it was…life changing.

Terry re-entered the room and closed the door behind him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your shoulder. “We’re going to talk about this.”

You nodded. Yes, there definitely needed to be a discussion about this. “Not tonight,” you said.

Terry tilted his head at you. “I mean…we both need to cool down and Troy needs you. We’ll talk tomorrow? When you get home?”

Terry looked as if he wanted to argue. He rubbed his goatee and sighed heavily. But he had to know you were right. The last thing you wanted to do was interrupt Troy’s routine. Doubly so now that his mom wasn’t home. God, that poor kid had enough to deal with.

Terry nodded but turned you around to look at him. He grabbed your chin and forced you to look him in the eyes. “We’re going to talk about this. Tomorrow. When I get home.”

You nodded. Terry pulled you close, giving you a tender, beautiful but way too quick kiss and then let you go. You gathered your nerves and then left his room, looking out for Troy. Not seeing him, you hurried over to your homework and gathered it up, stuffing it into your backpack haphazardly.

You were ten kinds of turned around. You needed to freak out about this before you could have an adult conversation about what happened between you. Time to lock down your emotions and feelings so that when Terry gave you “that talk”, the one about how this couldn’t happen again, you would be prepared. You wouldn’t embarrass yourself by begging, screaming, throwing up for not having another chance to explore more.

But…you said you’d be happy with this. And you would be. You so would be. This was…honestly the best outcome you never planned for. You finished and pulled on your sweater and walked towards the front door.

Terry called out to Troy that he was walking you next door and you said goodbye to Troy. The night didn’t seem quite so cold this time around. Perhaps your body was still flushed, reliving the best orgasm of your life.

Your shoes crunched beneath your dead lawn as you hopped up the porch. Terry stopped you with a hand on your arm. He rubbed his thumb back and forth but didn’t say anything.

What was there to say? He rocked your world? He shifted your axis? Up was down and down was up thanks to the power of his fingers? His fingers. Lordy lordy. Maybe you wouldn’t survive getting fucked by him. You were glad one of you had the presence of mind to be safe and not fuck without a condom.

“Tomorrow,” you promised.

Terry nodded and then waited for you to get inside before trudging back to his place. And no matter how many times you tried to feel bad, the only thing you could think of was his face as he moaned and his fingers buried to the knuckle in your pussy.

I just ain't slowing down any time sooooon. The Secret Terry Richmond Files

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ilonii · 3 days ago

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Roomies G.S

✧ s.m - the everyday life of you and roommate suguru geto

w.c - 1.1k

warnings. fem reader, use of y/n, slight nsfw, mentions of sex, mentions of nudity, flirtatious behavior, brief gojo x reader, etc.

an. second installment of the jjk roomie series. for the next post, do you guys want sukuna or choso? comment your picks below.

Roommate Geto who honestly, you forgot even lived there. Between the tattoo shop and hanging out with Gojo any chance he gets, he’s rarely ever home.

Roommate Geto who only really talks to you when it’s time to pay his rent. The first Sunday of every month he knocks on your door and hands you an envelope full of cash, that he makes sure you count so you know he isn’t gonna short you.

Roommate Geto who, whenever he actually is home, cooks some of the most amazing food you think you’ve ever had.

“Geto oh my gosh, this is the best chicken parm I’ve ever tasted”

“I thought you said you’ve never had it before”

“Okay, so? I don’t have anything to compare it to but it’s still out of this world”

“You're funny, thanks pretty"

"You are very welcome"

Roommate Geto with the MOST annoying best friend you've ever met.

“Gojo, for the love of God, how many times do I have to tell you to stop eating all my snacks. I know for a FACT Geto buys plenty for you to eat while you’re here”

“Well I finished all the ones he got me last night”

“That doesn’t mean you eat mine asshole”

“Fine sorry. Here’s 40 bucks go by yourself so more. Oh! and while your out could you get me some of that strawberry mochi, you only had the mango flavor, not one of my favorites but I can’t be too picky I guess”

“You are unbelievable”

“Why thank you”

Roommate Geto who has the worse timing humanly possible. What are the odds that the one time you forget you towel and have to run from the bathroom to your bedroom, at the very same time Geto decides to pop his head outside his room for the first time today.

“Oh my gosh.”

“Oh…my..gosh”

“ARE YOU LAUGHING”

“No, no no im not im nottt”

“YOURE STILL LAUGHING”

“I mean I’m not laughing AT you, your body’s amazing, it’s just that-”

“EXCUSE ME”

“What? I call em like I see em”

“are you serious right now?”

“are you naked right now?”

“I’m leaving”

“Just like your towel”

“SCREW YOU”

“Just say the word sweetheart”

Roommate Geto who after the “incident” won’t let you live it down.

“You know, its rude to laugh every time you see someone”

“Well, it’s also rude to run around the house naked and not tell anyone”

“It was a MISTAKE”

“that’s what they all say”

Roommate Geto who is a major tease. It’s like every time you see him, he’s shirtless, sweaty and begging to be licked.

“What are you staring at”

“Nothing”

“I don’t knowww, it kinda looks like you were staring at my abs if you ask me”

“Well, I mean, you’ve got em just sitting there, all on display and whatnot so I mean could you blame me really”

“guess not.”

Roommate Geto whose surprisingly….unlucky in love? He was up to four dates this week and returned home alone, once again.

“Hey, how’d it go”

“Idk man, maybe the problem is me”

“Why, what happened”

“She was just so boring and so superficial. I mean oh my gosh all she talked about the entire time was about how good all her ex’s told her she was in bed and how at the end of the date she’d give me SUCH a good time.”

“Wow, what a date”

“I know, like gosh I don’t remember it being this hard to get laid, like ever”

“Well, if you’re tryna just get screwed then you’re being a bit picky don’t you think, I sure she was a decent enough lay”

“Well, I mean yeah, but I’d also like to sleep next to someone I wanna get up and make breakfast for in the morning”

“I mean, you got me there”

Roommate Geto who talks you into letting him do your first tattoo.

“Oh cmon, don’t be a baby”

“Don’t be a baby? This is a permanent decision, not something to be taken lightly, AT ALL”

“It’ll be something small, in a place that won’t hurt too bad, it’ll take at the absolute most an hour”

“What would I even get”

“Something small and cute that represents you, that you won’t regret in forty years. And that’s not a butterfly.”

“What’s your beef with butterflies”

“You know how many teenage girls I give butterfly tattoos to each and every week? I’m so tired”

“Well, you’re in luck, I was actually thinking about something else”

“So, you’ll let me do it”

“Yeah, why not. Yolo right”

“YES”

Roommate Geto who has a surprisingly large, sweet tooth.

“Geto, did you have Satoru over recently”

“Yeah, he was over last night, why what’s up”

“He ate all three of my packs of mango mochi. AGAIN”

“Oh um, actually that was me”

“You ate it? Since when did you start eating sweets like that”

“It’s a bad habit I pick up every now and then, I’m really sorry, I left some money on the counter for you to get some more, did you see the note?”

“I saw the money, no note. I left it there because I figured you just forgot it there or something”

“Nah, it’s all yours”

“Thanks, hey so that one-time last month when I got that strawberry cake and it disappeared the next day you blamed it on Gojo even though I didn’t even remember him being here, that was you”

“Uhhh, yeah”

“An entire cake Geto? Get a grip”

Roommate Geto whose been home an unusual amount.

“You’ve been home a lot recently, what’s up”

“Tired of seeing me already?”

“No, but I mean, I used to forget you lived here you were gone so long, and now you’re here no later than eight every day. Believe me I enjoy the company but it’s worth mentioning”

“Yeah, everything is fine, I just idk, have had more reason to be home recently”

“Yeah, reasons like?”

“You”

“What?”

“What’d you just say”

“Nothing, why do you ask”

“But you just-”

“I just what?”

“hmm”

“Hmm”

Roommate Geto who you might have a crush on. I mean in your defense; he’s been turning up the flirt tenfold, and when there's an impossibly hot, tattooed guy cooking, cleaning and flirting with you, it's hard to help your feelings.

Roommate Geto who you, scratch that, DEFINITELY have a crush on. That's probably why you ended up in his bed last night.

“Geto, where are you going. You know its rude to sleep with someone and disappear in the morning”

“Well seeing as how we’re in my bed, I think you’d have to be the one to sneak off on me. But relax, I’m just gonna go make breakfast. You got anything in mind?”

“Mmmm how about, pancakes”

“Whatever you wish beautiful”

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I hope you all enjoyed. don't forget to comment choso or sukuna next post.

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allllium · 3 days ago

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HIIII I HAVE I REQUEST FOR YOU 😼 so what about jason todd runninf to y/n just after coming back to life cause she was the first thing he think about for the moment , and then y/n hear someone knocking at the door and jason completely freaked out almost naked and totally different ,while y/n still thought he was dead and hadn't even mourned

Come Back to Me

~ Jason Todd x Grieving!Reader?

~ Helpfully this is what you were wanting, as always sorry this took so long

~ Major hurt/comfort, WC: 1037

- You open the door to your dead best friend -

Numb.

That's what you are right now.

That's all you have been since you heard the news.

Well you also been pissed.

Jason Todd was your closest friend, someone you loved more than anything. And he's dead.

Not only is he dead but it took a week for his family to tell you. Their excuse was that they weren't thinking straight. You're also 99% sure they lied about his cause of death.

One thing his family didn't know is that you know everything. He told about his family and him being Robin. But he said you weren't supposed to know so you couldn't let anyone know you know.

You know he died because of something related to his crime full activities but they gave you some bullshit excuse about a terrorist attack.

He never would've been caught in that.

Days turn into weeks that turn into months and you're not yourself without him. Codependency? Yeah seems like it.

Until there's a knock on your door. You live in a small apartment on the outskirts of town. It doesnntbegt many visitors.

You open the door without looking through the peephole. Seriously, who actually looks through those?

"What the fuck. Is this some sort of shit joke because it's not funny!?" In milliseconds, you have tears in your eyes. Threatening to fall but not quite there yet.

"I can explain." He says, as if that solves anything. As if there's any explanation for this that could make it okay.

Jason is standing in front of you. Jason Todd. The dead one. Except he's not dead. He's different, and strange, and half naked but he's definitely not dead.

"What the fuck." You repeat, this time muttering it to yourself as you back away further into your apartment.

He takes this as an invitation to come in.

"I can explain everything."

You feel frozen. His words don't even process in your mind.

"What did your family say?" That's not the thing you wanted to say first but for some reason it's the only thing that came out of the jumble of thoughts rushing through your brain.

"They don't know yet."

"What do you mean? How could they not know?" You asked him a panicked tone. Your mind feels so empty yet so overwhelmed at the same time.

"I came straight here. You were the only one I could think of."

What are you supposed to say to that?

"You should probably put on a shirt."

Not that.

"No, can you stop for a moment and let me explain?" He sounds exasperated.

"Yeah, fine. Do that." You throw yourself onto your couch and pull a pillow into your lap, using it as something to mess with instead of your hands.

And so he explains. He tells you every detail. Everything about the Joker and his death. Everything about coming back to life and freaking out. Every emotion and thought that was running through his head.

"Are you okay?" Your words come out weakly.

"I hope so. I haven't really sat down to process it."

"You're sitting now." You shrug at him, your sad attempt at a joke.

It makes his face crack a smile smile and for a second he looks the same as he did a couple months ago.

He looks the same but different, more grown if that makes sense. His eyes look greener, his hair has a white streak, he's covered in new scars, and he's overall just bigger.

You get hit with an overwhelming sense of sadness as you take notice of the number of new scars on his top half. Just thinking about everything he has endured these last couple months, has you more upset than you know what to do with.

"Yeah I am. I don't know if I could think it all through right now." He runs his hand on the back of his neck in a shy manner.

"That's okay. Whatever you need." You quickly offer. You don't exactly know what to say or do to help him in this situation.

"I'm not sure what I need. I've never really done this before." He laughs and in return, you laugh as well.

The whole situation hurts you as so unbelievable it takes a moment for your laughter to fade. And when it does, he's still has a tiny smile. You don't expect any giant considering everything.

"Do you want some food or water?"

"No. I think I just want to rest for now?"

"That makes sense, you can take my bed if you want."

"Could you come with me? I don't want to be alone anymore."

His words hit you hard in the heart. You would do anything to take this pain away from him.

"Of course I will. I'll see if I have something for you to sleep in."

He thanks you quietly and follows to the back of your apartment where your bedroom is. You find a pair of sweatpants and big t-shirt pretty quick.

As soon as he's changed your both climbing into bed. You've done this plenty of times throughout your friendship but with the amount of emotion flowing through both of you, it feels very different.

"Wait, Jason. What about your family? You have to tell them you're alive." You panic slightly, completely forgetting you're not the only one that cares immensely for him.

"I'd rather wait till the morning to tell them. I just need a little time to deal with this."

"Am I interrupting your time?"

"Not at all."

That makes you relax within seconds. You don't want to do anything to make him feel overwhelmed right now. You don't even know how to lay in your bed while he's right beside you.

You don't have to think about it too long, however, because he quickly pulls you into him. Reveling in your touch.

You make yourself comfortable in his hold by placing your head on his chest. The amount of relief that fills you at the sound and feel of his heartbeat is beyond words.

Neither of you say anything for what feels like hours. Neither of you dare to fall asleep either. Both of you need this moment. And you don't want it to end.

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lildrownedrat · 2 days ago

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Not to start an argument, I completely understand and agree with your points in your posts! I just felt I could explain my point better. I don't/didn't want to take away from your point, just add my own two cents.

I have autism and ADHD, I just saw/felt that Taash related to my autism specific traits a lot more than my ADHD traits, personally. But I wouldn't argue if someone wanted to make the statement more general and say Taash is neurodivergent/ a good example of neurodivergent representation.

Yes, it's never explicitly stated that Taash is autistic but I saw a lot of my own story reflected in theirs that just isn't there in other characters. From the way they spoke and interacted with others, to things they mention in conversations with Rook and the other companions- like their trouble regulating their emotions, not remembering to do basic everyday tasks because their mind is occupied, feeling like they're just all together "wrong", having to sort through what's masking, what's you, and what everyone around you wants you to be. Often, good "representations" of neurodivergency aren't labeled as such. I think of examples like Katniss Everdeen and the Belcher Family. Many autistic people find that these characters just do a really great job at describing and portraying our perspective on things, unlike other characters. If a significant number of neurodivergent people are saying they see their story being told through Taash, I think there's some value in that.

I also see people criticize Taash using the same arguments they use against neurodivergent people in real life. "Taash is rude because they speak bluntly without a filter," but if you pay even a little bit of attention to them, you see they are actually really caring and sweet. "Taash is immature because they rely on their mother too much," but it's a lot of neurodivergent people's experience to need extra support from someone close to us. "Taash's dialogue is awkward," because they say things at the wrong time and don't always word it right. I just wanted to call this out because neurodivergent people are seeing how Taash is being discussed and for a character that shares a lot of our struggles, it's tiring.

Basically, what I'm saying is that I also didn't think Taash was an example of poor representation and I hate that that's a large majority of the opinions I see of them. I think they represented my story as an autistic, nonbinary, person of color very well. Their storyline wasn't about "fixing" how they talk to people, or telling them to get new interests- because these aren't character flaws, they're just traits and I LOVE that!

We just need to keep in mind the intersectionality of the stories being told through these characters. A neurotypical nonbinary person may not understand Taash's story, just like a white nonbinary person probably wouldn't relate to them as much. That doesn't mean they're a bad nonbinary representation.

I also think it's extremely important to point out that autistic people are resonating with them so that neurotypical people can learn more about what it means to be autistic.

(sorry for so many edits and revisions! Also sorry if there's any spelling of grammar mistakes. 😅 I'll try to fix them if I catch them)

I’ve kinda said this before and i’ll certainly say it again, taash is written incredibly well and accurately to the specific experience of being a 2nd-gen queer 22 yo. The way they talk, the awkwardness, the struggle to find words for queerness when you were never taught them in your first language and thus only know them in your second. They are the most accurate and well-written depiction i’ve ever seen of those experiences. However, most of you appear to a) not be queer, b) not be diasporic, and c) are not in your 20s, and thus have no concept of what those experiences are like and thus are criticizing writing around experiences you have no context for and no idea of how that should be written.

Like idk, i wouldn’t roll out the gate criticizing the writing of queer characters that grew up in fundamentalist christain households bc idk what that shit’s like. My parents are asian, they celebrate me getting an interview at los alamos, not getting a boyfriend. I’m fundamentally cannot tell you if that’s a well-written depiction bc i have little context for that.

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genderqueerdykes · 17 hours ago

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hello, i have a question concerning one of your recent posts talking about trans men, ftm and other male or mspec people being lesbians. i mean this in the most respectful way possible, but how could a trans man be a lesbian? isnt the whole point non men loving non men? im sorry if youve got this question before and thanks for answering in advance if you do

i get this question all the time lol but i don't mind answering. thanks for taking the time to ask!

that is radfem rhetoric that you've picked up from other people inadvertently- lesbian does not mean "non man loving non man," as gay does not mean "non woman loving non woman". "gay" is a form of queer attraction, so is lesbian. if we don't define "gay" by who we leave out, why are we doing so with lesbianism? we do not define who we are attracted to by who we leave out, that makes no sense. lesbian is a form of queer attraction that can include as many people as an individual feels is right for them. if we say "non men" to include nonbinary people why are we excluding nonbinary and other trans people who also happen to be men as well? some people are "non men" and men at the same time, so do we exclude them, too, or do we include them?

the logic falls apart instantly the second we remind ourselves that multigender, genderfluid, gender non conforming, genderqueer, (masc) nonbinary, genderfuck and other people who completely break the gender binary. and a lot of them are men and mascs. lesbians should not have to be shoved inside of a cis butch woman - cis femme woman dichotomy and nothing else. we've been tricked into thinking like radfems by viewing "proper" lesbian relationships as relationships between cis lesbians and feminine afab nonbinary lesbians (who are being viewed as cis women in this scenario) and nobody else. we need to allow lesbianism to be diverse, otherwise, we will continue this radfem echo chamber that has been going on for decades!

we must also consider that lesbian is a form of queer attraction, so it can include lots of experiences, just like gay can. nonbinary people, genderqueer people, trans people of all genders can use "gay" how they see fit, whether it means they're attracted to men, women, nonbinary people, intersex people, genderfluid people, and so on. people of all genders are allowed to do the same thing with dyke, sapphic and lesbian as well! the most common useage of the word lesbian is to mean wlw, but that doesn't mean every single lesbian, dyke and sapphic explains it that way. some lesbians, dykes and sapphics experience multiple modes of attraction! some are bi, pan, poly, omni and so on

lesbianism and men are not polar opposites. lesbians can be multigender or genderfluid. lesbians can be transmascs and trans men and guys and boys and men. lesbians can be boydykes and guydykes. many trans men and mascs start out in the lesbian community and find their home there. some find they never stop feeling like lesbians or butches or dykes. there are two-spirit lesbians who are also men. this is totally okay. this sort of thing can hurt intersex lesbians. this kind of thinking can hurt transfem lesbians and lesbian trans women as well if transphobic people consider them "men". we need to stop trying to exclude as many people as we can from lesbianism, and focusing on including people instead. lesbian is not and well not ever be an exclusive term that only applies to women and women only. let's be real, "non men" just means very feminine nonbinary people and ""women-lite"" enbies. this doesn't apply to masc enbies and trans people, because where does the line between "non man" and "man" begin? it doesn't exist

hope that helps! thanks for taking the time to ask! have a wonderful day you can also search the tags on this post on my blog as i talk about this a lot! :) this works best in desktop or in a browser on mobile.

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demonic0angel · 15 hours ago

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Piggybacking off the protective Jason one, can you please do one where Danny is actually on his side for once/approves of him and tears the JL a new one for arresting his sister. (Idk if Danny is ghost king in your au so if not maybe like a diplomat or something so he can still give her diplomatic immunity.)

(Hell yeah 🫡)

Part 1

“We can’t just allow this to happen!” Green Lantern demanded. “If this just goes on, then what example are we supposed to be setting?! And Batman, how come you never told us that you worked with a literal crime lord?!”

Superman looked despondent. “I heard that he killed hundreds of people and once put decapitated heads into a bag. Batman… why were we not informed?”

Batman was silent. It was Flash who asked, “Wait, what’s going on?”

Green Lantern turned to him and said, “Spooky over here has a son that he never told us about that bailed out his partner that we captured! Wolf was ready for interrogation when the Red Hood came and took her out! Wolf is one of the most biggest figures in the underworld right now! Even if Red Hood’s your son, why did you just let him go with Wolf?!”

Phantom suddenly spoke up for the first time. His tone was very curt. “I’m sorry, did you just say ‘Wolf’?”

Everyone paused. Phantom was young, yes, but no one could deny his power and strength. If it wasn’t his raw power on the battlefield, it was his experience as king and god that made everyone pause in place to listen.

Green Lantern looked sullen but nodded. “Yes, Wolf. Y’know, the bombshell in all black leather, wearing a helmet, taller than 6 feet?”

Phantom’s gaze grew cold. “When did you capture her?”

Superman asked, “Do you know her?”

Wonder Woman suddenly spoke up. “We captured her only a few hours before she was broken out of the interrogation room. She faced no harm, but she did mention someone during her stay here. She mentioned that her little brother would have words with us if we hurt her…. Is her little brother you?”

Everyone’s eyes widened. Phantom scowled. “That’s right. Wolf is my big sister, and while it is partially my fault that you were not aware of her status, I know her very well. She must’ve tried to argue for herself, didn’t she? Did you lock her up even when she tried to talk you out of it? Did you let her speak at all or did you just throw her straight into the room to be interrogated?”

Wonder Woman’s eyes widened in guilt. “I—!”

Even Martian Manhunter winced.

Phantom growled and stood up. “As you know, my people and I came here to this world for diplomatic reasons to learn from and protect this place. It is my fault for not telling you about my sister’s identity, but I am sorely disappointed by how you handled this situation. As heroes, you should’ve been willing to listen and hear her out, even if you believed that she was a criminal.”

Frost began to form under his fingertips before they receded as the Ghost King forcibly calmed himself. “My decision is this: the Red Hood has done nothing wrong by protecting my sister. Since they are both my citizens, I will do my best to protect them and I say that we cease this persecution. I owe the Red Hood many debts, so if we continue this idea and you insist on capturing both of them… do not blame me if I pick a fight with you all to protect my people.”

Stunned silence.

After all, what could they say to that? After he just dropped several bombs at once?

Everyone agreed to his demands. After all, no one was really that suicidal to hunt down the man who was owed debts by the Ghost King and said Ghost King’s sister.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny phantom x dc #dp x dc crossover #ask #jazz fenton #anon ask #danny fenton #jason todd #assistant jazz au #dp headcanons #danny is the ghost king #ty for the ask!#some anger management heheh #lil reminder that I have a hc where jason saved jazz many times before so the phantoms owe him life debts :3

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fee224 · 22 hours ago

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When loosing feels like winning

Rafe Cameron x overlooked!reader

Warnings: loss of virginity, sex

“Cmon” you giggled, leading rafe away from midsummers and through the long sand path parted in between long grass that lead to the cove.

Rafe was chuckling behind you, holding onto your hand out of fear of losing you. The air getting colder and darker with each step as rafe helped you climb up the sand dune. “Be careful baby.” He was still chuckling at your rash movements, pulling him from the balcony with his friends and hauling him away from the country club.

You were far passed tipsy, this might be the drunkest you’ve ever been. You couldn’t tell if rafe was drunk. His smile was more messy and his cheeks were a little tinted.

You kicked your heels off, leaving you in your pretty midsummers dress, it was pale and matched your nails. Your feet met the sand as rafe picked up your shoes behind you.

The feeling of the soft sand, summer evening air and rafes hands on your hips, you felt dizzy. There was a faint echo of music from the club, you tried listening but the sound of your heart was beating faster and stronger.

“Where are you taking us princess” his arms enveloped your stomach pulling you against his chest and stopping you in your tracks. Kissing your neck, you turned around, standing stiff in front of him, giggling as his lips worked all the way up to your lips.

Your hands intertwined with the collar of his shirt pulling him further into you and towards the sand floor. He was groaning in your mouth, only confirming your strong feelings towards your boyfriend.

You fell onto your knees, facing each other as he gripped the fleshy part of your hips pulling you into his growing groin.

Your right leg reached higher, pushing him to the sand by his back as you straddled his hips, legs wrapping around his thighs. Trying to focus hard on kissing him instead of any other part of this whole thing.

As his arms surrounded your waist and placed you gently onto your back and nipped at the neck line of your dress. Pulling it down with his soft lips as your back arched and head engraved into the ground, trying to repress a moan and save the embarrassment.

His head lowered, kissing your chest, seeing it all for the first time as you played with his hair, the stars fuzzy above you.

“Baby you’re so… pretty and..” his face came back above you, talking to you directly as his hands stroked on your hips “I just- you’re so sweet and I need you to know that okay?” He kissed your lips, confirming his words as you smiled up at him, embracing his kind words as he cupped your face and kissed you hard.

“Rafe?”

“Yeah?”

“I want to” you’re eyes shifted, to a more pleading look, you’re eyebrows raised slightly as he chuckled, kissing your lips again.

“Yeah me too” his lips wandered further again, sitting on his knees in between your legs as he slowly undressed you to your underwear, whispering sweet words as he did so. Complimenting everything in-front of him.

As you watched, lying on the sand, he took his dress jacket off and then the buttons on his shirt, you leaned up. Helping him starting from the bottom, your fingers met after the third button you undid, you’re eyes meeting too as you smiled shyly when he brung you back to the ground.

Nobody else around, the dark night and the sandy grass a few steps away, enclosing you and rafe in this moment.

You made a conscious effort to remember every feeling, every word. You hadn’t done this before, been this close to someone, emotionally or physically, platonically or romantically, you made sure to savour it because you weren’t sure how many moments like this you would get again in your life. With rafe. With a boy. With a boy like rafe who acted a lot like a man. More like a man then a lot of men.

Your underwear were being pulled gently down your legs as you attempted to stop shifting underneath him.

His fingers traced your entrance, gently and slowly as you gasped. “Sorry” you giggled quietly, looking back up at the stars as rafes eyes remained staring at the beauty in front of him. “S’okay baby, don’t need to apologise”.

After warning you it might hurt, and holding your hand, he entered reluctantly slow. His body went lax as yours coiled and squeezed hard on his palm. You didn’t have to complain for rafe to pause for a moment and kiss your mouth gently.

“Tell me what to do sweetheart”

“Mmm please just keep kissing me” you inched your face up, bringing your lips to his as he kissed you back lovingly, smiling at your connection as he dropped into you lower.

Until it felt good, till you asked him to move. He was still slow and gentle, going at your pace forever if you asked him to. Little moans were coming from your mouth as you clawed at his neck.

Every deep thrust making you shiver until you were spasming to the brink of extinction, he slowed down as you came around his cock. You’re eyes shutting, as he pulled out, quickly wrapping you in his suit jacket as you laid quietly and sleeping on the sand. His hand moved to your heart to check your pulse.

He took a minute to look at you, and the situation he was so deep in. He had waited for this moment, and it was so much better than any past ride or wet dream.

He fucked you with real love and that was all he was ever going to do. Love you with his all real love. The way you peacefully lay, unconscious from the exhausting day.

He changed in a rush, trying to drag his eyes off you until he was done, picking you up like you were nothing and bringing you back to midsummers. A cigarettes after sex song playing and couples slow dancing on the floor, drinking on the balcony with women’s head leaning on man’s shoulder. He ignored it all but you, swiping your hair out of your face as he slipped past the beach house and into the car park where he tucked you into passenger, next to your dress and heels, underneath all the blankets he could find in his truck.

“M’gonna take care of you” he kissed your forehead, shutting the truck door and getting in alongside you.

- fee xxx

#rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #rafe obx #drew starkey #obx fic #outer banks #obx fanfiction #cameron #overlooked!reader

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thegreatstoryteller · 2 days ago

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The Great Shift: Awkward Tales - Vignette 1: The Nervous Flirt

When the Great Shift hit the world, everyone was thrown into chaos. However, eventually society resettled into a new and more accepting form. At some point everyone would have to get used to their new bodies… right?

Well for a few individuals out there, after the great shift, they still were… adjusting. No matter how much time happened, some were cursed with an awkward new perspective in life.

Maxwell, was nervous. More nervous than usual! Before the great shift, he had recently come out as gay to his close friends and family! While, they were all super accepting and happy for him, that didn’t solve his issues… talking to people he liked! No matter how many times he tried, he would turn into a stuttering mess whenever a hot guy was in the vicinity. He was lucky enough that his small unassuming frame meant no one could see his failures.

When the great shift happened, he thought things might be different. New body! New me! That was the mantra he’d heard many people say as he had browsed forums and self help spaces. Turns out many people just needed a new body to reorient their social skills and come out of their shell! At first Maxwell thought he’d be one of them!

He knew that he was a lot stronger in this body. He still wore his glasses, but these arms were no joke. Plus he didn’t have any skin issues anymore and he finally had some decent facial hair to work with! It all seemed to add up to something of a turning point for his life.

That wasn’t the case.

Turns out a new body came with the same issues PLUS a few new ones too. Maxwell couldn’t form a straight sentence around hot guys, even newly hot guys who had never been hit on before! Even if Maxwell was just as handsome and good looking, his words fell apart at the slightest bit of attraction. Not only that, but his pool of attraction doubled. Apparently the guy he’d become was bisexual and loved flirting with men and women! So now not only did hot men make his speech a mess, but beautiful ladies did as well! A single hot woman could ruin his night if she asked for directions! A studly man asking if he wanted a drink would have him run out of the bar! No matter what seemed to happen, Maxwell was still an awkward dork.

Going from 5’5 to 6’2 didn’t help either. Now everyone could see this towering confident stud look like a complete fool! And his quick escapes were a thing of the past since every time he tried to run away he’d trip over his large size 15 feet. The last time he tried to flee from a failed flirt he knocked over two waiters and spilled 3 drinks over the person he was talking to. He needed some help.

His friends did their best to console him, but even they had difficulty finding a clear solution.

“Come on dude, you’ve got to stop biting your nails!” Beth, his best friend since college said after another night of failed flirting.

“I’m sorry Beth!” Maxwell whined in his new voice. Previously that expression was met with more nasally tones, but now even his wines made such flirtatious sounds when it came out of his new deep voice. “I just can’t stop thinking about that couple that asked if I wanted to join them tonight. The guy was soooo hot! He was like some kind of bodybuilder! And the girl! She could’ve been a super model. And i just froze and ran away!”

“It’s ok. I know that you want to pursue a relationship post shift. There’s no shame in striking out. Lots of people are having a hard time finding love.” Beth chimed in trying to comfort her friend.

“Easy for you to say. You and your fiance got Chris Evans and Chris Hemsworth’s bodies! And you’re still together!” Maxwell complained, burying his head in his pillow, still shirtless and showing off his impressive arms.

“I… I admit. We did get lucky. I know all our friends love Marvel, and my fiance and I are mega nerds… and the role play in the bedroom is fun and-”

“Beth!”

“Sorry! I just mean, that nothing is hopeless. You’ll find what you’re looking for soon. And hey, if it helps you can try flirting with me and Erin tonight.” Beth offered.

Maxwell blushed… and then slowly nodded. Maybe flirting with two of his biggest celebrity crushes would solve his issue after all.

#great shift #the great shift #body swap

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hisfavegirl · 10 hours ago

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Fire Of Passion - Aegon Targaryen x Twinsister!Reader.

Summary : Despite your love for him, being Aegon’s betrothed was no easy feat. His wandering nature often drove you to anger, jealousy, and despair. The nights when he stumbled into the Keep reeking of wine and sin were endless. Yet, somehow, you always found yourself forgiving him, pulled back by the way his silver hair glimmered in the firelight or the softness of his lips against yours as he murmured promises of change.

Word Count : 13k

Warning : Teasing, P in V, edging, oral sex (f receiving), overstimulated, aegon being sub, fingering, rough sex, public sex (kinda).

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and also big thanks to @zaldritzosrose for let me using yours beautiful dividers 🫶🏻.

The early morning light filtered softly through the heavy drapes of the Red Keep as you made your way to Aegon’s chambers. Your heart pounded with a mixture of anger, hurt, and a lingering sense of betrayal. The sound of your maid’s quiet sobs outside your door had confirmed what you feared: Aegon had yet again overstepped the bounds of decency, disregarding the love and trust you had tried so desperately to maintain between you.

As you approached his door, you took a deep breath, steadying yourself before pushing it open without knocking. The familiar scent of wine and stale air hit you as you entered, and there he was—Aegon, sprawled lazily across his bed, the evidence of his indulgences scattered around the room.

“Aegon,” you said, your voice cold and firm, startling him awake. His bleary eyes blinked open, and he sat up slowly, a look of confusion turning into one of guilt as he recognized the fury in your gaze.

“Love —” he began, but you cut him off sharply.

“Don’t,” you hissed, stepping closer, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. “I don’t want to hear your excuses, Aegon. Not this time.”

He sighed heavily, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and rubbing his face. “I didn’t mean—”

“You didn’t mean to?” you interrupted, your voice rising in anger. “How many times have I heard that from you? You didn’t mean to hurt me, you didn’t mean to disgrace me, but you keep doing it.”

Aegon looked away, guilt shadowing his features. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I know I’ve messed up.”

“Messed up?” You laughed bitterly. “You’ve done more than just ‘mess up.’ Do you have any idea what it feels like to have a servant cry to me about how you forced her to your bed?”

“I was drunk,” Aegon defended weakly, standing and trying to approach you, but you stepped back, the sting of his actions too fresh. “I wasn’t thinking straight.”

“Drunk or not, it doesn’t excuse what you did!” you exclaimed, your hands trembling at your sides. “You are a prince, Aegon. You have responsibilities, to me, to our family. Do you think this is what I signed up for? To be humiliated, over and over again?”

“I know I’ve hurt you,” Aegon said, his voice low and filled with remorse. “I hate myself for it. I love you, and I don’t know why I do these things. I don’t know how to stop.”

Your heart clenched at his words, the pain in his voice conflicting with the anger in your heart. “If you love me, Aegon, then show it. Stop hurting me. Stop hurting yourself.”

Aegon reached for your hand, his grip gentle yet desperate. “I want to change. I’ll do whatever it takes. Just… don’t give up on me.”

You looked into his eyes, searching for the sincerity you so desperately wanted to believe in. “This is the last time, Aegon. I mean it. If you can’t change, if you won’t try, then I can’t stay.”

“I will,” he promised, his voice thick with emotion. “I swear to you, I’ll be better.”

You nodded slowly, the ache in your heart easing just a little. “Then prove it. Not with words, but with actions.”

As you turned to leave, Aegon caught your hand, pulling you into a gentle embrace. “I will,” he whispered. “For you, for us.”

You allowed yourself a brief moment of solace in his arms, hoping against hope that this time, he would keep his word.

You felt your body soften in Aegon's arms, the tension slowly dissipating as you let out a long, shaky breath. His embrace was warm, familiar, and for a moment, it almost felt like everything might be okay. Aegon's lips brushed against your ear, his breath hot as he whispered, "Stay a little longer, won't you? Join me for a bath."

His request was gentle, almost pleading, and you couldn't help the small, soft laugh that escaped your lips. The anger that had been simmering just moments ago melted away, replaced by a warmth that only he could ignite.

You felt the unmistakable press of his cock against you, a clear sign that your presence, even in anger, had stirred something in him. He always had a way of finding your fiery temper irresistible, and you knew it.

"Aegon," you murmured, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes, still tinged with remorse, now held a glimmer of mischief.

"You're impossible." He grinned, his hands lingering at your waist as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your neck. "I can't help it. You're even more hot when you're angry."

You rolled your eyes, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your mouth despite yourself. "Flattery won't get you anywhere this time."

"Won't it?" Aegon teased, his voice low and seductive. He kissed your shoulder, trailing his lips along your collarbone. "Stay, just for a little while."

You bit your lip, momentarily tempted by his touch, but you knew better. "As much as l'd love to, I can't. Mother's waiting for me."

Aegon groaned softly, his arms tightening around you as if reluctant to let go. "She can wait a little longer."

You laughed again, placing a hand on his chest to gently push him back. "No, Aegon. I've kept her waiting long enough."

He sighed, resting his forehead against yours. "Fine," he relented, though his disappointment was evident. "But tonight... you're mine."

Your heart fluttered at the possessiveness in his tone, and you nodded. "Tonight."

With a final, lingering kiss on your lips, Aegon released you, watching as you stepped away. "Don't keep me waiting too long," he called after you as you made your way to the door.

"I won't," you promised, casting him a fond smile over your shoulder before slipping out of the room.

As you walked through the corridors of the Red Keep, the echoes of your conversation with Aegon lingered in your mind. There was still a long way to go, but for the first time in a while, you felt a glimmer of hope that perhaps, just perhaps, things could be different.

As you entered your mother’s chambers, the warm light filtering through the windows highlighted the intricate tapestries and elegant furnishings. Your sister, Helaena, sat beside your mother, engrossed in a discussion with the royal seamstress. Swatches of fabric in shades of gold and emerald lay spread across the table, and the delicate beading of your wedding gown caught the light as the seamstress adjusted it on a nearby mannequin.

Helaena’s face lit up as she saw you. “Oh, there you are! We were just discussing the final touches on your gown. Isn’t it beautiful?”

You gave the dress a cursory glance, the weight of the upcoming nuptials pressing on your mind. With a playful, yet slightly sarcastic smirk, you remarked, “I’m sure it’s lovely. Not that it’ll matter much after the ceremony when Aegon will be more interested in getting me out of it.”

The room fell into a brief, stunned silence. Helaena stifled a giggle behind her hand, while the seamstress suddenly found the hem of the gown incredibly fascinating. Alicent, however, fixed you with a sharp, disapproving glare.

“Must you always be so improper?” she chided, her tone stern but tinged with exasperation. “This is a sacred ceremony, a union blessed by the gods. You should show more respect.”

You shrugged nonchalantly, moving to the chaise and reclining comfortably. “Oh, Mother, don’t be so serious. The gods have had plenty of opportunities to bless this union.”

Alicent’s lips pressed into a thin line, her knuckles whitening as she clasped her hands tightly in her lap. “You should conduct yourself with dignity and decorum, especially now. The eyes of the court will be on you.”

You softened slightly, recognizing the worry in her eyes. “I understand, Mother. I’m sorry if I offended you. It’s just… Aegon and I have always had a more… informal way of expressing our affections.”

Alicent sighed, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. “I know, but appearances are important. Especially for you both. The realm needs to see unity, strength, and propriety.”

Helaena, sensing the need to lighten the mood, chimed in with a gentle smile. “Besides, you’ll look like a queen in this gown. Aegon won’t be able to take his eyes off you.”

You chuckled softly, reaching out to squeeze Helaena’s hand. “He never does, no matter what I’m wearing.”

Alicent’s expression softened at your exchange, her maternal pride shining through her worry. “Just promise me you’ll try to behave during the ceremony. For the family’s sake.”

You nodded, meeting her gaze with sincerity. “I promise, Mother. I’ll do my best to make you proud.”

Satisfied, Alicent turned back to the seamstress, resuming their discussion about the final alterations. As you watched her, a pang of guilt tugged at your heart. You knew your playful irreverence often caused her worry, but it was your way of coping with the pressures of your impending role as Aegon’s wife. Still, you resolved to temper your wit with grace, at least for the sake of those who cared for you.

As the conversation continued around you, you leaned back, allowing yourself a moment of peace, knowing that soon, the weight of the crown would rest upon your shoulders.

You leaned back lazily on the chaise, your fingers idly tracing patterns on the soft fabric as your mother, Alicent, meticulously examined a selection of ornate headpieces laid out before her. She moved with a determined grace, her eyes scanning each intricate design, from gold filigree adorned with emeralds to delicate silver circlets set with sapphires. Her determination to make your wedding with Aegon a grand affair was evident in every careful decision she made.

“This one,” she murmured, lifting a diadem encrusted with shimmering green and gold gems. “It will complement the gown beautifully, and it symbolizes the strength of our house.”

You sighed softly, watching her with a mixture of affection and resignation. You knew that, for Alicent, this wedding was more than a union of love—it was a statement, a declaration of power and legacy. “Mother, does it truly matter which headpiece I wear? Aegon will hardly notice, and the court will have their opinions regardless.”

Alicent turned to you, her gaze steady but softened by a hint of concern. “It matters because you are not just marrying Aegon. You are a princess of the Seven Kingdoms, daughter of the king and queen. This wedding must be a testament to the strength of our house, to the purity of your Valyrian blood.”

You shifted slightly, the weight of her words pressing down on you. “I understand the importance, Mother. But sometimes, it feels like this wedding is more about politics than love.”

Alicent’s expression faltered for a moment, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her face. She moved to sit beside you, placing a gentle hand on yours. “I know you love Aegon. And he loves you, in his way. But there is more at stake than just your happiness. Your marriage secures the future of our house, strengthens our claim, and ensures the legacy of our bloodline.”

You nodded slowly, understanding the weight of her intentions but still feeling the tug of frustration. “I love him, Mother. I truly do. But I also know that if I hadn’t agreed to this marriage, Father might have conceded to Rhaenyra’s request to marry me to Jace. And that was something you could never allow.”

Alicent’s jaw tightened, and she looked away, her hands clasping in her lap. “Rhaenyra has always sought to undermine our family, to claim what is rightfully yours and Aegon’s. I could not stand by and let that happen. Your union with Aegon solidifies our position, our power.”

You leaned forward, capturing her gaze with yours. “I understand why you did it. But sometimes, I wonder… what would have happened if I had been betrothed to Jace? Would we have found a different path to peace?”

Alicent shook her head firmly. “There is no peace with Rhaenyra. Not while she vies for the throne. Your marriage to Aegon ensures our survival. It’s not just about love, it’s about duty.”

A heavy silence fell between you, the unspoken tensions of the past lingering in the air. Finally, you sighed, offering a faint smile. “I do love Aegon, Mother. And I will do my duty. But I hope, in time, we can find a way to bridge the divide in our family.”

Alicent’s eyes softened, and she reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I hope for the same, my dear. More than anything, I want you to be happy. And I believe that, together, you and Aegon can bring strength and unity to our house.”

You leaned into her touch, finding comfort in her presence despite the weight of her expectations. “I’ll do my best, for you, for Aegon, and for our family.”

Alicent smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “That’s all I ask.”

As you both sat in the quiet of the chamber, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on the walls, you felt a renewed sense of resolve. Your marriage to Aegon was more than a union of love—it was a battle for the future of your house, a fight you were determined to win.

The sun had set, casting a warm, golden glow over the Red Keep as you made your way to your chambers. Your mother, had released you from her meticulous planning session, but only briefly. She had made it clear you were expected to join her for supper in her private solar, a family gathering meant to discuss the final arrangements for your upcoming wedding to Aegon.

After bathing and slipping into a fresh gown—a deep green silk adorned with subtle gold embroidery—you made your way down the familiar corridors, your footsteps echoing softly against the stone floors. The palace was alive with the muted hum of evening activity, servants bustling about, and the occasional murmur of conversation floating through the air.

As you approached the entrance to your mother’s solar, the soft murmur of voices reached your ears. You pushed open the heavy wooden door, stepping into the warm, inviting space illuminated by a cluster of candles and the flickering light of the hearth.

Inside, the scene was both familiar and comforting. Your mother sat at one end of the table, her posture graceful and poised, engaged in a quiet conversation with Helaena. They were discussing the floral arrangements and decorations for the wedding, their voices a gentle hum of excitement and anticipation. Helaena, with her dreamy expression, nodded along, her delicate fingers toying with a small bunch of lavender.

On the other side of the room, Aegon lounged in a chair, a goblet of wine cradled in his hand. His face was flushed with the warmth of the drink, a lazy smile playing on his lips as he exchanged words with Aemond, who stood by the fireplace, arms crossed, his expression as stoic as ever.

You entered quietly, your presence noted by Aegon, who lifted his gaze and offered you a lopsided grin. “Ah, the bride-to-be has graced us with her presence,” he drawled, raising his goblet in a mock toast.

You arched a brow, making your way over to him. “Is that your first or third goblet of the evening, Aegon?”

Aegon chuckled, taking a long sip. “Does it matter love? It’s a celebration, after all"

“A celebration that hasn’t happened yet,” you reminded him, though your tone was light. You glanced at Aemond, who offered you a subtle nod in acknowledgment.

“Mother insisted on this supper,” Aemond interjected, his voice calm and measured. “She wants everything to be perfect.”

“Of course she does,” you replied, moving to sit beside Aegon. “Perfection is her forte.”

Alicent looked up from her conversation, her eyes softening as she observed the interaction. “I want this wedding to be memorable,” she said, her tone gentle but firm. “For both of you. It is not just a union, but a symbol of the strength and unity of our house.”

You met her gaze, offering a small smile. “We appreciate everything you’re doing, Mother.”

Helaena chimed in, her voice airy and melodic. “The flowers will be beautiful. White roses and lilacs, with touches of gold ribbon. It will look like a dream.”

Aegon leaned closer to you, his breath warm against your ear. “A dream, indeed,” he whispered, the mischief in his eyes unmistakable. “But I’m more interested in what comes after the wedding.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, gently elbowing him. “Behave yourself, Aegon.”

He laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “Only if you promise to keep me entertained.”

The supper proceeded with a mixture of light-hearted banter and serious discussion. Alicent’s attention to detail was evident in every aspect, from the seating arrangements to the choice of music. Aemond contributed thoughtfully, offering strategic suggestions on security and logistics, while Helaena continued to dreamily discuss the aesthetics.

As the evening wore on, you found yourself relaxing, the tension from earlier dissipating in the warmth of your family’s presence. Despite the complexities and challenges that lay ahead, for this moment, you were simply a daughter, a sister, and a bride-to-be, surrounded by those you loved most.

The meal was a lavish affair, the table laden with dishes that smelled as divine as they looked. You sat beside Aegon, attempting to focus on your food and the polite conversation around you. Alicent was discussing the final guest list with Helena, while Aemond offered a few terse comments about security.

But your concentration was waning.

Aegon's hand had found its way under the table, resting on your thigh. At first, it was a gentle presence, a reassuring touch meant to calm your nerves. But as the minutes passed, his fingers began to trace slow, deliberate circles, inching higher with each pass. The warmth of his hand against your skin sent a flush of heat through your body, your breath hitching slightly.

You speared a piece of meat on your plate, bringing it to your mouth in an attempt to stifle the soft moan that threatened to escape. Aegon, seemingly unfazed, continued his conversation with Aemond, discussing the details of the upcoming wedding as if his hand wasn't setting your body on fire beneath the table.

"The banners should reflect the combined strength of our house," Aemond was saying, his tone serious. "Black and red, to honor our Targaryen heritage."

"Indeed," Aegon replied, his voice smooth. His thumb pressed into your thigh, making you grip the edge of the table tightly. "And gold, to represent our status as rulers."

You closed your eyes for a moment, struggling to control your breathing. Each subtle movement of Aegon's hand sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you bit your lip to keep from making a sound. He was utterly shameless, his fingers slipping ever so slightly higher, teasing the sensitive bud just beneath your small cloth.

Alicent turned her attention to you, her smile warm. "What do you think, dear? About the color scheme?"

You opened your eyes, swallowing hard before offering a strained smile. "I think... it sounds perfect, Mother."

Aegon's fingers pressed just a bit harder, and you nearly dropped your fork. Your heart pounded in your chest as you fought to maintain your composure. He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. "You're doing so well, love" he whispered, his tone laced with amusement.

You shot him a warning glance, but the twinkle in his eyes told you he was thoroughly enjoying your predicament. His hand continued its maddening exploration, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You gripped your napkin, twisting it in your lap as you struggled to keep from moaning aloud.

Just as you felt yourself teetering on the brink, Aegon withdrew his hand. The absence of his touch was both a relief and a cruel disappointment. Your body ached with unfulfilled desire, and you exhaled shakily, glaring at him from the corner of your eye.

Aegon, ever the tease, simply smirked and took a leisurely sip of his wine, acting as if nothing had happened. He returned to his conversation with Aemond, leaving you flustered and frustrated.

As the meal continued, you did your best to regain your composure, though your mind was already plotting how to repay Aegon for his teasing later that night.

The warm glow of the torches in your mother's solar illuminated the room as you sat across from your mother, her voice steady as she went over the finer details of your upcoming wedding. Helaena sat to your side, absentmindedly twirling a strand of her pale hair while humming softly to herself. The mood was peaceful, but your thoughts were anything but.

Your mind drifted to the earlier moment at the dinner table, the warmth of Aegon's hand on your thigh, the way his touch had teased you and left you craving more. You barely heard Alicent's words as they blended into the background, replaced by the memory of his whisper against your ear. Your body still tingled with the remnants of his teasing.

"Are you even listening?" Alicent's sharp voice cut through your reverie, jolting you back to the present.

Your head snapped up, and you saw her frowning at you, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. "I-yes, Mother, I'm listening," you stammered, though the guilty flush on your cheeks likely betrayed you.

She was asking if you preferred red or gold accents on the canopy," Alicent said, her tone tinged with exasperation. "It's an important decision. These are the final touches that will be remembered."

You blinked, struggling to focus. "Gold," you said quickly, hoping that was the right answer. "Gold will complement everything beautifully."

Helena giggled softly, her dreamy smile never fading. "You're thinking of something else, aren't you? Or someone else."

Your cheeks burned hotter, and you shot her a glare. "Don't be ridiculous, Helaena."

Alicent sighed, setting down the fabric samples in her hand. "You've been distracted all evening. This is your wedding we're planning. Surely you understand how important this is."

"I do," you said, nodding quickly. "I'm just... tired, Mother. It's been a long day, and I want to be sure l'm giving this the attention it deserves."

Alicent's expression softened slightly, though there was still a trace of disapproval in her eyes. "Very well. We can continue this tomorrow morning. But I expect you to be more present. This is not just about you; it's about the legacy of our house."

"Yes, Mother," you said, rising from your seat.

"Thank you for understanding." Helena watched you with an amused tilt of her head as you made your way to the door.

"Sleep well, sister," she said in her lilting tone. "And try not to dream too much of Aegon."

You gave her another sharp look, but she only laughed softly, returning her attention to the embroidery in her lap. Alicent dismissed you with a wave, already engrossed in discussing floral arrangements with Helaena.

As you stepped out of the solar and into the dimly lit corridor, you released a heavy sigh. The air was cool against your flushed skin, and you allowed yourself a moment to breathe. Your thoughts, however, were already racing ahead, wondering if Aegon was waiting for you in your chambers. With a shake of your head, you began the walk back to your room, determined to face whatever teasing or mischief awaited you.

The door to your chamber creaked softly as you pushed it open, stepping inside to find Aegon lounging on the bed, his silver hair catching the light of the flickering candles. He looked entirely at ease, leaning back against the headboard with a sly grin playing on his lips, one hand resting on his knee.

As soon as his violet eyes met yours, he straightened slightly. "Lock the door," he said, his voice low and inviting.

You hesitated for a moment, but the look he gave you left no room for argument. With a small sigh, you turned and slid the bolt into place before walking toward him. The sound of your soft footsteps on the stone floor seemed to echo in the stillness of the room.

When you reached the bed, Aegon wasted no time. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer until you were standing between his knees. He gazed up at you, his smirk softening into something more affectionate. "You were so good tonight," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Obedient, even."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't suppress the warmth that spread through your cunt at his praise. "Obedient? Is that what you call it?"

"Yes," he teased, leaning forward to rest his chin against your stomach, his fingers drawing small circles against your sides. "You didn't complain, didn't lash out-at least not publicly."

You threaded your fingers through his hair, the silky strands sliding easily through your touch.

"And what about you, Aegon?" you countered, your tone sharp but playful. "What do you call your behavior at supper? Teasing me like that and then leaving me to suffer?"

His smirk returned, mischievous and unapologetic. "Ah, that," he said, tilting his head to kiss the fabric of your dress where it clung to your hip. "That was just a little fun. You looked so beautiful struggling to stay composed. It's a sight I'll treasure."

You groaned, tugging his hair lightly in frustration, though you couldn't help the small laugh that escaped you. "You're insufferable," you muttered, though your tone lacked true venom.

"And you love me for it," he replied, his arms tightening around you. He nuzzled against your stomach, his lips brushing faintly over the fabric. "But you're right. I left something unfinished, didn't I?"

You looked down at him, your heart racing at the way his eyes glinted in the dim candlelight. "More than something," you said pointedly. "You're the one who started it, Aegon."

He chuckled, the vibration of it sending a shiver through you. "Then I suppose I owe it to you to finish what I started," he murmured, his voice dripping with promise.

But before he could do anything, you tugged his face up gently, forcing him to meet your gaze. "Don't think you're getting off so easily," you said. "You're going to pay for teasing me like that."

Aegon's smirk widened as he let you guide him, leaning into your touch as though he would happily follow wherever you led. "I wouldn't have it any other way," he said, his voice a soft hum as his hands began to trail upward, brushing against your back.

"You're impossible," you whispered, leaning closer as his lips hovered near yours, a breath away.

"And you adore me for it," he replied, his voice low and teasing. Then his lips met yours, and the world melted away as you gave in to the undeniable pull of him, forgetting for the moment all your frustration, your teasing words forgotten as you surrendered to the warmth of his embrace.

As your lips melded with Aegon's, you could feel his smirk against your mouth, his confidence as palpable as ever. But tonight, you weren't going to let him have the upper hand. Slowly, deliberately, you guided him back onto the plush bedding. He complied without resistance, his gaze locked on yours, curious and expectant.

The flickering candlelight cast shadows across his sharp features as you reached for the soft silk cloth draped at the edge of the bed. Aegon raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking in amusement. "What's this?" he murmured, his tone laced with intrigue.

"You like playing games, don't you?" you replied, your voice low and teasing. "Well, it's my turn now."

Before he could respond, you captured his wrists and guided them above his head. His violet eyes widened slightly, though the smirk remained firmly in place. "You're full of surprises tonight," he said, his voice husky as he allowed you to tie his hands securely to the ornate headboard.

"Stay still," you instructed, your tone firm but playful as you tightened the knot just enough to ensure he couldn't escape. "You're not in control anymore, Aegon."

He chuckled, though there was a flicker of vulnerability in his expression. "And what exactly are you planning to do, my fiery little twins?"

You leaned in, letting your lips hover just above his. "Make you pay for earlier," you whispered, your breath brushing against his mouth. Then, without another word, you pulled back, ignoring the frustrated groan that escaped him.

Standing at the foot of the bed, you began to undo the laces of your gown, deliberately taking your time. The silk fabric slid off your shoulders with agonizing slowness, revealing inch by inch of your skin. Aegon's jaw tightened, his eyes darkening with desire as he tugged lightly at his restraints, testing them.

"Gods, you're cruel," he muttered, his voice thick with frustration. "You know exactly what you're doing to me.

You smiled coyly, letting the dress pool around your feet. "Oh, I know," you said, stepping closer but staying just out of reach. "You've had your fun teasing me, Aegon. Now it's your turn to feel helpless."

His gaze roamed over you, a mix of admiration and torment etched onto his face. "You're playing a dangerous game," he warned, though his voice betrayed his enjoyment of your control.

"Am I?" you asked innocently, climbing onto the bed and straddling his waist. You leaned down, your lips brushing lightly against his neck, his collarbone, before pulling back again, leaving him yearning for more.

Aegon groaned, his muscles straining as he tried to break free from the silk bindings.

"You're driving me mad," he admitted, his voice hoarse. "Untie me, and I'll show you exactly how mad."

You chuckled softly, running your fingertips down his chest, savoring the way his body reacted to your touch. "Not yet," you said, your tone teasing. "I want to hear you beg first."

His head fell back against the pillow, a low growl escaping him. "Beg? You've truly lost your mind if you think l'll-"

You silenced him by leaning in, your lips capturing his in a searing kiss. When you pulled away, his breathing was ragged, and his defiance had softened. "Please," he murmured at last, his voice almost a whisper.

Aegon tugged at the silk restraints around his wrists, his frustration growing by the second as he realized he was utterly at your mercy. His violet eyes burned with a mix of desire and exasperation as he looked up at you. "You're enjoying this far too much," he said through gritted teeth, his breath hitching when your fingers grazed his stomach.

You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "Oh, I am. Did you think l'd just let you get away with teasing me earlier? You forget, dear brother, that we share the same blood. The same fire. The same madness." Your voice was low and sultry, and the way you trailed your fingers down his chest made him shiver.

Aegon groaned, tilting his head back against the pillow as you pressed a lingering kiss to his neck. "You're insufferable," he muttered, though the tremor in his voice betrayed just how much he was enjoying himself.

"And you love it," you shot back, a smirk playing on your lips. You shifted slightly, your body pressing closer to his, and he inhaled sharply, his restraint fraying with every passing moment.

"Let me touch you," he demanded, his voice thick with desperation. "I'll do anything. Just untie me."

You raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise.

"Anything, you say?" you teased, running your hands down his sides. "But what if I prefer you like this? Helpless. Powerless. Completely at my mercy."

His jaw clenched, his pride warring with his need for you. "You're cruel," he growled, his muscles tensing as he tried once more to pull free. But the silk held firm, and his efforts only made his predicament all the more tantalizing.

"You think this is cruel?" you asked, leaning down to nip at the sensitive skin of his collarbone. He let out a low, guttural sound that sent a thrill through you. "This is nothing compared to the torment you put me through at supper."

Aegon's breathing grew heavier, his frustration palpable as you continued to tease him. "You've made your point," he admitted, his voice strained. "I was wrong to toy with you earlier. Now untie me, and I'll make it up to you."

You laughed softly, your lips ghosting over his as you murmured, "Not yet. I'm not finished with you." Your hand trailed lower, brushing against the growing evidence of his arousal.

He groaned again, his head falling back as he struggled against the restraints. "You're driving me mad," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't take this anymore."

You tilted your head, pretending to consider his plea. "Hmm," you mused, your fingers dancing along his skin. "I could untie you... or i could keep you like this a little longer. After all, it's not every day I get to see you so... vulnerable."

Aegon's eyes snapped open, and he glared at you, though the effect was diminished by the way his body betrayed him. "I'll get you back for this," he vowed, his voice laced with both frustration and a begrudging admiration.

"Oh, I don't doubt that," you replied, your smirk widening. "But for now, you're mine."

You moved with deliberate slowness, your fingers trailing down Aegon's thighs as you worked to remove his pants, your eyes never leaving his face. His frustration was palpable, his teeth clenched, and his violet eyes blazing with a mix of anger and longing. Every brush of your hand was intentional, every movement designed to tease him further.

"Gods, you're insufferable," he growled, his voice thick with pent-up desire. When your fingers accidentally-or purposefully-brushed against his hardened length, he let out a low, guttural groan, his hips jerking slightly in response.

You smirked, your own excitement growing as you saw the way he struggled against the silk binding his wrists. "Oh, poor Aegon," you teased, feigning sympathy as you finally freed him from his pants. "You look so... frustrated."

Aegon glared at you, his breathing uneven. "You'll pay for this," he promised, his voice low and dangerous, though the effect was somewhat undercut by the way he was practically writhing beneath you.

You laughed softly, your fingers tracing the muscles of his abdomen as you slowly crawled back over him. "Is that so?" you murmured, your lips brushing against his ear. "Because from where l'm sitting, it seems like you're the one paying."

He tugged at the restraints again, his muscles flexing, but the bindings held firm. "Untie me," he demanded, his voice rough with need. "Let me touch you, or so help me, l'll-"

"You'll what?" you interrupted, a playful glint in your eyes as you straddled him. "Struggle harder? Moan louder?" You leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to his chest, right over his heart. "Face it, brother, you're completely at my mercy."

Aegon growled in frustration, his head falling back against the pillow as you continued your assault on his senses. Your lips moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses along his chest, your tongue flicking over his sensitive skin. His body tensed beneath you, every muscle straining as he fought to maintain some semblance of control.

"You're driving me mad," he admitted through gritted teeth, his voice laced with both anger and desperation. "Is this what you wanted? To see me like this?" You paused, your lips hovering over his skin as you looked up at him with a wicked smile.

"Exactly," you purred. "And you look so beautiful when you're helpless, Aegon." His jaw tightened, and he glared down at you, though the effect was ruined by the way his body was betraying him. "When I get out of these restraints—"

"You'll what?" you interrupted again, pressing another kiss to his chest. "Tie me up? Take control?" You smirked, your hand brushing against his arousal again, drawing another tortured groan from him. "Oh, l'm counting on it."

Aegon's breathing grew heavier, his body arching into your touch as you continued to tease him. "Gods, you're impossible," he muttered, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"And you love it," you shot back, your voice full of confidence as you leaned down to capture his lips in a searing kiss. For a moment, his frustration melted away, replaced by raw, unbridled passion. But when you pulled back, leaving him on the edge once again, his glare returned.

"You'll regret this," he promised, his voice low and dangerous.

You laughed softly, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "Maybe," you admitted. "But for now, I'm enjoying every moment of it."

Your fingers moved with maddening precision, grazing against Aegon's cock just enough to send a shiver through him, but never enough to give him what he so clearly craved. His head fell back against the pillow, his lips parting as a low, frustrated groan escaped him. His wrists strained against the silk bindings, the muscles in his arms flexing as he struggled against the restraint.

"Gods," he muttered, his voice rough with need. "You're torturing me."

You tilted your head, a playful smile curving your lips as you leaned down, your breath warm against his ear. "Torture? Oh, Aegon," you whispered, your tone dripping with mock innocence, "this is just the beginning."

He opened his eyes, the frustration blazing in his violet gaze making your heart race. "Don't test me," he growled, his tone both a warning and a plea. "Untie me. Let me touch you."

You chuckled softly, running a single finger down his chest, tracing the faint scars and defined lines of his torso. "And miss out on seeing you like this?" you teased. "I don't think so."

Aegon groaned, his hips bucking slightly as your hand move slowly against his cock. His jaw tightened, and he turned his head to glare at you, though the effect was diminished by the way his body betrayed him, trembling under your touch.

His eyes darkened, and he bit down on his lip, trying to stifle another groan as you resumed your slow, deliberate movements. "Faster," he demanded, his voice strained. "For the love of the gods, go faster."

You shook your head, your smile widening. "Where's the fun in that?" you replied, your tone teasing. "You've always been so impatient, Aegon. Maybe this will teach you some restraint."

His response was a string of curses muttered under his breath, his chest heaving as you continued your torment. "You're going to regret this," he warned, though the quiver in his voice betrayed how close he was to breaking.

"Perhaps,'" you said, your voice soft as you leaned down, your lips brushing against his collarbone. "But for now, I'm enjoying myself."

His head snapped up, his gaze locking onto yours. "You're cruel," he hissed, though there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "But I'll make you pay for this. You know I will."

You laughed, your hand finally stilling for a moment as you met his gaze. "I look forward to it," you said, your voice a low purr. Then, with deliberate slowness, you resumed your movements, drawing another deep, shuddering groan from him.

"Gods, I hate you," he muttered, though the way his body arched into your touch told an entirely different story.

"And yet," you said, a playful lilt in your voice, "you're completely at my mercy."

Your moan loudly as you settled yourself fully onto him, your hands gripping Aegon's face firmly, forcing him to meet your gaze. His lips parted in a shaky gasp feeling how your walls squeezed him tightly, his violet eyes darkened with both frustration and need as they bore into yours. You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his as a small, satisfied smirk curled on your lips.

"Not so fast," you whispered, your voice a Silken tease.

"Gods," Aegon groaned, his head tipping back against the pillows. His hands strained against the silk bindings at his wrists, the muscles in his arms flexing as if he could break free through sheer will alone. "You're tormenting me."

You chuckled softly, brushing your lips along his jawline, trailing kisses down to his neck.

"You deserve it," you murmured, your voice laced with a mix of amusement and punishment. "Do you think I forgot what you did? Do you think I'll let you off so easily?"

Aegon gritted his teeth, his hips jerking upwards in an attempt to quicken your excruciatingly slow movements. But you placed your hands on his chest, pressing him back down firmly. "No," you said, your tone leaving no room for argument.

He let out a frustrated growl, his violet eyes snapping back to yours. "You're cruel," he muttered, though there was a hint of admiration in his voice.

"And you're impatient," you countered, your lips brushing his in a featherlight tease. "Perhaps this will teach you to be more considerate next time."

Aegon groaned again, his body writhing beneath you as you continued your torturously slow pace. "I'll do whatever you want," he said, his voice desperate now. "Just-please. Please, my love."

You paused for a moment, your eyes narrowing as you leaned in closer. "Do you mean that?" you asked, your voice low, a challenge in your tone.

"Yes," Aegon gasped, his head nodding frantically. "I'll prove it. Whatever you ask, I'll do it."

You tilted your head, considering him for a moment before a sly smile spread across your face. "Then beg," you said simply, your voice a soft command.

His eyes widened briefly, surprise flashing across his face before it was replaced with determination. "Please," he rasped, his voice raw with need. "Please, my love. I need you. I can't take it anymore. I'm yours. Always yours."

Satisfied with his answer, you finally began to move faster, drawing a sharp, broken gasp from his lips. His head fell back, and his body arched beneath you, every muscle taut with the overwhelming sensations you were giving him.

"Good boy," you murmured, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to his lips.

Aegon moaned against your mouth, his hands flexing against the silk ties. "Untie me," he pleaded, his voice muffled against your lips. "Let me touch you. Let me worship you."

You shook your head, your lips curling into a wicked grin. "Not yet," you replied, your voice soft but firm. "This is still your punishment, remember?"

"But-"

"No," you interrupted, placing a finger against his lips to silence him. "You'll take what I give you. And you'll thank me for it."

Aegon let out a strangled moan, his eyes fluttering shut as he surrendered completely to you, his body trembling beneath yours. And as the night went on, you continued to hold him in the palm of your hand, ensuring he would never forget who truly held the power between you.

Aegon's groan echoed in the room as you continued to ride him, pushing him further into a frenzy. His pleas and broken gasps grew louder with every passing second, and as you decided to finally release his hands, you saw the flash of determination in his violet eyes.

The moment his wrists were free, he wasted no time. In one swift motion, Aegon grabbed your waist and flipped you onto your back, pinning you beneath him. A wicked grin spread across his flushed face as he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear. "You've had your fun, love," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "Now it's my turn."

Before you could respond, he thrust into you with a force that knocked the air from your lungs. A loud, unrestrained moan escaped your lips as he began to move with a relentless pace, leaving no room for your earlier teasing.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you against him with every thrust, and the intensity of his movements left you breathless.

"Aegon-" you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as he buried his face in the curve of your neck.

"You think you can tease me like that and get away with it?" he growled, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke. "You'll pay for every second you made me suffer."

His teeth grazed your neck, and you felt a sharp nip that made you arch beneath him. His hands roamed your body, one gripping your thigh to hook it around his waist while the other slid up to your throat. His fingers wrapped around your neck with just enough pressure to leave you dizzy with pleasure, and he smirked as he watched your reaction.

"You like this, don't you?" he taunted, his voice low and dripping with satisfaction. "Seeing me lose control like this, knowing it's all because of you."

You could barely form a coherent response, your head tilting back as he tightened his grip slightly. "Aegon... please..." you whispered, though whether you were begging him to stop or keep going, even you didn't know.

"Please what?" he pressed, his lips trailing down your collarbone as his pace quickened.

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you gasped, "Don't stop... gods, don't stop."

Aegon chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against your skin. "I wasn't planning to," he murmured before capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

The kiss was messy and desperate, both of you too consumed by the moment to care about finesse. His hand on your throat loosened slightly, his thumb brushing over your jaw as he deepened the kiss. His other hand gripped your waist, anchoring you as he fuck you with an unrelenting rhythm.

"You drive me mad," he muttered against your lips, his voice rough with a mix of frustration and adoration. "Every time I look at you, l lose control."

Your breaths mingled as he pressed his forehead against yours, his violet eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. "Say it," he demanded, his voice a low growl. "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," you whispered, your voice trembling with need.

"Again," he ordered, his pace never faltering.

"I'm yours, Aegon," you cried out, your voice breaking as the overwhelming pleasure threatened to consume you.

"That's right," he murmured, a triumphant smirk curling on his lips. "You'll always be mine."

Aegon's grip on your hips tightened as his movements grew impossibly faster, his focus completely on the sight of you trembling beneath him. Your hands gripped the sheets desperately, your cries filling the room as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you.

"Aegon-please!" you gasped, your voice hoarse from crying out his name. "I... I can't take any more."

But your plea only seemed to spur him on. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Yes, you can. You're mine, remember? I'll decide when you've had enough."

Your body betrayed you, arching into him despite the overwhelming sensations. His hands roamed your body possessively, as if to remind you of his claim. He pressed a kiss to your jawline before nipping at your skin, leaving another mark to join the others he'd made throughout the night.

"Aegon, please," you whimpered, your voice breaking as another wave of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you gasping. "I can't... it's too much..."

But he didn't stop. If anything, your pleas only seemed to spur him on. A dark smirk played on his lips as he leaned closer, his silver hair falling over his face, casting shadows over his violet eyes.

"You can handle it," he murmured, his voice low and dripping with confidence. "You were made for me. For this."

You arched beneath him, your hands clutching at the sheets as he pushed you further and further toward the edge. The heat between you was unbearable, and you could feel every ounce of his passion and love pouring into you.

"Aegon, please," you begged again, your voice barely a whisper as your body trembled uncontrollably.

"You're beautiful like this," he muttered, his voice low and rough. He pulled back slightly to look at you, his violet eyes dark with lust. His hand came up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his thumb lingering on your cheek. "So beautiful... and all mine."

You could barely respond, your body writhing beneath him as you teetered on the edge once more. "Aegon... I-"

"Come on, love," he encouraged, his voice softening just slightly. "Let go for me. Let me see you fall apart."

With one last sharp thrust, you shattered completely, your vision going white as you cried out his name. Your body tensed and then melted beneath him, every nerve alight as the overwhelming pleasure consumed you.

Aegon leaned down, his hand moving to cup your cheek as he kissed you deeply, his lips claiming yours with a desperation that left you breathless. When he pulled away, his forehead pressed against yours, his eyes burning with an intensity that made your heart race.

Aegon followed moments later, his movements becoming erratic as he groaned deeply, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His body trembled against yours as he spilled into you, his grip on your hips tightening as if grounding himself in the moment.

For a few moments, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of your heavy breathing.

Aegon eventually shifted, his lips brushing against your temple as he murmured, "You're perfect."

You turned your head slightly to look at him, your body still trembling from the best sex you've ever had with him.

"You're relentless," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

"And you love it," he teased, a lazy smirk spreading across his lips.

You rolled your eyes, but the small smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. "I hate how well you know me."

Aegon chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss you again. It was a slower, gentler kiss this time, a stark contrast to his earlier intensity.

"I'll always know you, love," he murmured against your lips. "You're my twin, my equal... my everything."

His words sent a warmth through you that had nothing to do with the physical. For all his flaws and infuriating habits, you knew deep down that Aegon loved you just as fiercely as you loved him.

As he pulled you into his arms, the two of you lay tangled together in the aftermath, your bodies and hearts entwined. The world outside the chamber faded away, leaving only the two of you and the bond that tied you together so deeply.

The soft knock on the door of your chambers startled both you and Aegon awake. Your mother’s voice followed, firm yet calm as she called your name. “It’s late, my dear. We still have much to discuss regarding the wedding preparations. I expect you in my solar shortly.”

You sighed, burying your face into the pillows for a moment. Aegon chuckled softly behind you, the deep rumble of his amusement vibrating through your body. “She’s relentless, isn’t she?” he teased, running his hand lazily down your spine.

Turning your head, you gave him a mock glare. “She’s doing this for us, Aegon. For our marriage.”

Aegon smirked, his fingers brushing the marks he’d left on your neck. “I suppose she wouldn’t be as enthusiastic if she saw these,” he mused, his tone laced with pride.

You swatted his chest lightly. “And whose fault is that?” you replied with mock indignation. Rising from the bed, you began searching for a gown that would conceal the evidence of your shared passion.

Aegon propped himself up on one elbow, watching you with a satisfied grin as you selected a high-necked emerald dress. “It’s a shame you have to cover them. They suit you,” he said, his voice dripping with smugness.

You glanced at him over your shoulder, shaking your head. “You’re incorrigible.”

“And you love me for it,” he replied without missing a beat.

Despite your exasperation, a small smile tugged at your lips. After quickly donning the gown and tying your hair back neatly, you moved to leave the room. Aegon caught your hand, pulling you back toward the bed.

“Don’t let her work you too hard,” he murmured, his eyes softening slightly. “You’ll need your strength later… for me.”

You rolled your eyes but leaned down to kiss his cheek. “Behave yourself while I’m gone,” you said before slipping out of the room.

Walking through the Red Keep’s halls, you could feel the lingering warmth of Aegon’s touch on your skin. The thought made your cheeks flush, but you composed yourself quickly as you neared your mother’s solar.

When you entered, Alicent was already seated with a pile of fabric samples and sketches of floral arrangements. Helaena sat beside her, humming softly to herself as she admired a cluster of tiny pearls meant for your gown.

“Finally,” Alicent said with a mix of relief and mild frustration as she looked up from the papers before her. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten our plans.”

“Forgive me, Mother,” you said with a small bow. “I overslept.”

Alicent’s sharp eyes studied you for a moment, her gaze lingering on the collar of your dress. You were certain she was trying to discern whether you were hiding something. “Hmm,” she murmured. “Well, you’re here now. Let’s begin.”

As Alicent began explaining the latest changes to the seating arrangements and decor, you found your attention wandering. Helaena noticed and leaned closer to whisper, “Did Aegon keep you up late again?”

Your face grew hot, and you avoided her knowing smile. “I’m just tired,” you replied softly.

Helaena giggled, her amusement clear. Alicent glanced at the two of you, raising an eyebrow. “Is there something you’d like to share with the rest of us?”

You straightened, clearing your throat. “No, Mother. Please, continue.”

Alicent gave you a skeptical look but returned to her notes. As she began describing the ceremonial processional, you forced yourself to focus. The wedding was only days away, and you knew how much this meant to her.

Still, as you nodded along and gave the occasional suggestion, your thoughts drifted back to Aegon and the way he had looked at you that morning, his love and desire etched into every touch and word. You couldn’t wait for the day when you would stand before the realm as his wife, bound together in every possible way.

As your mother left the solar, satisfied with the progress of the wedding plans, you let out a relieved sigh. You turned to Helaena, thinking she might want to discuss something more lighthearted. But instead, she was looking at you with an amused glint in her eye, her hands resting delicately on the table.

“You know,” she began softly, “I could hear you last night.”

Her words made you freeze mid-motion. You turned to her, your cheeks immediately flushing red. “What?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Helaena tilted her head, her expression innocent but teasing at the same time. “Your voice… and Aegon’s. It was, um, quite loud. It carried through the walls.”

Your hands flew to your face in embarrassment, and you groaned softly. “No… no, it didn’t,” you tried to deny, though your flaming cheeks betrayed you.

Helaena nodded, her soft giggle filling the room. “It did. I didn’t know you could be that… vocal.” She paused, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “It was hard to sleep with all that noise.”

You buried your face in your hands. “Helaena! Don’t say that,” you said, your voice muffled by your palms.

She laughed a little louder now, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. “I’m not blaming you! I’m happy for you, truly. It’s just… well, maybe you could keep it down next time?”

You peeked through your fingers, groaning again. “Was it really that bad?”

Helaena shrugged, her smile turning gentle. “I think half the Red Keep might’ve heard you.”

You stared at her, your mortification growing. “You’re exaggerating,” you said, though deep down, you weren’t so sure.

“Am I?” she countered, raising an eyebrow. Then, she leaned in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Next time, just make sure the door is locked properly… or at least stuff some pillows under it.”

You shook your head, standing up abruptly to avoid further humiliation. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation,” you muttered, turning toward the door.

Helaena laughed again, her voice light and carefree. “Oh, come now. You’ll laugh about this one day.”

You stopped, looking over your shoulder with a mock glare. “You’re impossible, Helaena.”

She just smiled at you, her laughter still bubbling up as she waved you off. “Go on, then. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Shaking your head, you left the solar, your face still burning. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to confront Aegon about his lack of restraint or avoid him entirely for the rest of the day.

Your steps carried you toward the balcony overlooking the training yard, where the sound of clashing swords echoed in the crisp morning air. Leaning on the stone railing, you caught sight of Aegon and Aemond sparring below. To your surprise, Aegon seemed focused, his movements more deliberate than you were used to seeing. It was a rare sight to see him with a sword in hand rather than a goblet of wine.

You tilted your head, observing how Aemond pushed him, his strikes calculated and precise. But then Aegon glanced up and caught sight of you watching. A sly grin spread across his face, and his focus faltered.

“Pay attention,” Aemond snapped, stepping back with an annoyed glare.

Aegon ignored him entirely, tossing the training sword aside and making his way toward you.

You arched an eyebrow as he approached, his grin growing wider. “Shouldn’t you be sparring?” you teased when he climbed the stairs to the balcony.

“I’ve been sparring all morning,” he replied, brushing off your remark. Without hesitation, he closed the distance between you, his hands finding your waist and pulling you close.

“Aegon!” you gasped, startled as he leaned in and kissed you, completely unbothered by the public setting.

You placed your hands on his chest, intending to push him away, but instead, you felt the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palms. It made your resolve falter just enough for him to deepen the kiss.

When he finally pulled back, you gave him a half-hearted glare. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Impossible to resist,” he quipped with a wink, clearly pleased with himself.

Your cheeks flushed, and you looked around nervously, hoping no one else had witnessed the moment. “You’re supposed to be training, Aegon. Not… this,” you said, gesturing vaguely between the two of you.

“I’m already good with a sword,” he replied, his voice dripping with confidence. “And besides, Aemond takes this far too seriously. I’d rather spend my time here with you.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “Aemond’s going to be furious.”

“Let him,” Aegon said with a shrug, leaning against the railing and pulling you into his side. “He needs to loosen up anyway.”

Down below, Aemond was glaring up at the two of you, his sword still in hand. “You’re wasting time, brother!” he called out sharply, his tone laced with irritation.

“Don’t wait for me,” Aegon replied lazily, waving him off. Then he turned his attention back to you, his grin softening into something more genuine. “I needed a break, and seeing you makes any day better.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “You’re incorrigible.”

“And you love it,” he countered, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

Despite yourself, you laughed softly. “Maybe,” you admitted, letting him hold you for just a moment longer.

You leaned closer to Aegon, lowering your voice to a whisper as you glanced around to ensure no one else could hear. “Helena said she could hear… everything last night,” you murmured, your cheeks heating with embarrassment.

Aegon’s grin widened wickedly as his eyes sparkled with amusement. “Everything?” he asked, clearly reveling in your discomfort.

You nodded, your voice dropping even lower. “She said it was loud enough to reach her chambers.”

At that, Aegon laughed—his deep, rich laughter echoing around the balcony, drawing the attention of a few passing servants below. You quickly shushed him, pressing a hand to his chest to quiet him.

“And that’s not all,” you added, your tone slightly panicked. “I think Mother suspects something. She gave me the strangest look this morning, and… I think she knows why I’m wearing this high-collared gown.” You gestured to the neckline of your dress, which you had purposefully chosen to hide the marks Aegon had left on your skin.

Aegon tilted his head, his grin softening into something more mischievous. “Well, if she didn’t know before, she definitely knows now.” He reached out and tugged lightly on the edge of your collar, revealing a faint glimpse of one of the reddish marks just above the fabric. “You missed a spot, my love.”

Your eyes widened, and you slapped his hand away, quickly adjusting the collar to hide the mark again. “Aegon!” you hissed, mortified.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Oh, let her see. She should be proud,” he said smugly, leaning in closer to you. “The whole of the Red Keep should know that I’m the only one who can make you scream like that.”

Your cheeks turned crimson, and you swatted his arm in frustration. “Do you have no shame?”

“Not when it comes to you,” he replied with a teasing smirk. “Besides, I am proud. And you should be, too. You’re mine, after all.”

You groaned, pressing your palms to your face. “You’re impossible, Aegon.”

“And yet, you adore me,” he countered, his tone playful.

You peeked at him through your fingers, unable to suppress the small smile that tugged at your lips. “I’m starting to reconsider.”

He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as if you had wounded him. “Cruel. My own twin sister, my beloved betrothed, turning on me?”

You rolled your eyes, stepping away from him to lean against the railing. “If Mother asks about the marks, I’m blaming you,” you said pointedly, though your tone lacked any real anger.

“She’ll know they’re my handiwork,” he replied smugly, moving to stand beside you. “And she’ll know just how lucky I am to have you.”

You shook your head, exasperated but unable to stop the warmth spreading in your chest. No matter how insufferable he could be, he always managed to make you feel special—and for that, you couldn’t stay mad at him for long.

Aegon grasped your hand firmly, tugging you down a quiet, dimly lit corridor. The sound of his boots echoed faintly as you struggled to keep up with his brisk pace, your skirts swishing behind you. The hall was eerily silent, a part of the Keep that had been abandoned long ago. No servants, no guards-just the two of you.

"Aegon," you murmured, glancing around nervously. "Where are we going? Someone might-"

"No one's here," he cut you off, his voice low and laced with urgency. He glanced over his shoulder at you, his violet eyes glinting with something that sent a shiver down your spine. "This part of the Keep is empty, remember? Just trust me."

Finally, he stopped near a narrow alcove by a stairwell, the faint light from a torch casting flickering shadows against the stone walls.

Before you could ask what he was doing, he spun to face you, his hands finding your waist and pulling you flush against him.

"Aegon, what-"

"I can't stop thinking about you," he murmured, his voice rough and filled with desire. His forehead pressed lightly against yours, his breath warm on your lips. "The way you looked last night... beneath me, trembling, crying out my name..." He groaned softly, his grip on your waist tightening. "It's driving me mad. I could barely focus during training this morning."

Your cheeks flushed as his words sank in, and you felt your heart race beneath his intense gaze. "Aegon, we shouldn't-"

But before you could finish, his lips captured yours in a kiss that stole your breath. It started soft and teasing, but quickly grew more urgent, more consuming. He pressed you back against the cool stone wall, one hand sliding up your side while the other remained possessively on your waist.

"Aegon," you whispered against his lips, your hands coming up to rest on his chest as his body caged you in. "Someone could see us..."

"Let them," he murmured, his voice muffled as he kissed along your jaw and down the side of your neck. "Let them see how much I adore you. Let them see that you're mine."

His lips found a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, and you gasped softly, your hands clutching at the fabric of his tunic. "You're impossible," you breathed, though your voice was weak with desire.

"I'm yours," he corrected, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. His violet eyes were dark and burning with a possessive hunger. "Just as you're mine. No one else will ever touch you, look at you, or hear the sounds you make when you're beneath me. Only me."

The sheer intensity in his voice sent a shiver through you, and you found yourself unable to look away from him. "You're insufferable," you muttered, though there was no real anger in your tone.

"And yet, you love me," he replied with a cocky grin before his lips were on yours again, his kiss filled with a fiery passion that left you breathless.

His hand slid down your back, pulling you even closer against him as he deepened the kiss. You could feel the desperation in his touch, the way his body pressed against yours as though he couldn't bear to be apart from you.

Aegon's kisses deepened, his movements growing more deliberate and filled with purpose. His fingers deftly worked at the laces of your corset, the tension of the fabric giving way under his touch. The moment your gown slipped from your shoulders, cascading to the floor and pooling around your feet, the cool air of the corridor grazed your bare skin, sending a shiver up your spine.

Your breath hitched as you instinctively crossed your arms, but Aegon's hands caught yours, gently lowering them back to your sides.

"Don't," he murmured, his voice low and filled with reverence. His violet eyes roamed over you with such intensity that it made your knees weaken.

"You're perfect," he said softly, almost to himself, as if he couldn't believe you were real.

His hands traced the marks he had left on your skin the night before, the faint bruises standing out against your pale complexion. His thumb brushed over one on your collarbone, and you couldn't suppress the soft gasp that escaped your lips.

When you whispered his name, "Aegon..." it came out as more of a plea than you had intended, and his lips curved into a satisfied smirk.

"You sound so sweet when you say my name," he whispered, his lips brushing against the spot where your neck met your shoulder.

You felt yourself leaning into his touch as he lowered himself to his knees before you. His hands slid down the sides of your body, lingering on the curve of your hips before one of them trailed down to your leg. Slowly, he lifted your foot, carefully placing it on his shoulder. The movement left you feeling exposed, vulnerable, and utterly at his mercy.

"Aegon, what are you-"

"Shh," he interrupted, looking up at you with a gaze that burned with both desire and devotion. "Let me worship you."

His lips pressed against the inside of your thigh, and your head tilted back, a soft moan slipping past your lips. Your hands gripped the wall behind you for support as your body threatened to give way beneath the sensations he was evoking.

"Aegon..." you said again, your voice trembling as your fingers found his hair, tangling in the soft silver strands.

His movements were slow, deliberate, and filled with an intensity that left you breathless. "You don't know what you do to me," he murmured against your skin. "How maddening it is to see you, to touch you, to hear you."

You could barely form a coherent thought, let alone a reply, as his hands and lips continued their worship. The weight of his touch, the heat of his breath-it was overwhelming in the most intoxicating way.

Your knees buckled slightly, and he steadied you, his grip firm yet gentle. "I've got you," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "'ll always catch you."

The vulnerability of the moment made your heart ache in a way that went beyond physical desire. This was Aegon-your twin, your other half, the one person who could unravel you completely and put you back together again.

As his lips continued their path, you couldn't help but whisper, "Aegon, you're insufferable."

He chuckled against your skin, the sound vibrating through you. "And you love me for it," he replied, his voice filled with smug certainty.

And he wasn't wrong.

Aegon's soft chuckle vibrated against your cunt, his lips and tongue never leaving their path of torturous affection to tease your sensitive cunt. Your body trembled beneath his ministrations, your hands tangling in his hair as your breaths came in short, uneven gasps.

"Aegon..." His name fell from your lips in a desperate plea, your voice trembling with both need and frustration.

"Yes, my love?" he teased, his warm breath brushing against your most sensitive spot, sending another shiver down your spine. He lifted his eyes to meet yours, his gaze full of mischief and pride as he took in your flushed face and trembling frame.

"You're cruel," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "Stop teasing me.."

Aegon smirked, his tongue darting out again in a slow, deliberate motion that made your back arch against the cold stone wall. "Oh, but you love it when I'm cruel, don't you?" he murmured, his voice a husky whisper that sent a wave of heat through your body.

Your fingers tightened in his hair, pulling slightly, eliciting a low groan from him. "Aegon, please," you begged, your tone wavering between desperation and impatience.

His smirk widened as he pressed another kiss to your inner thigh, his hands gripping your hips to keep you steady. "What was that?" he asked mockingly, his tone playful and maddeningly calm. "I didn't quite catch that."

You glared down at him, your frustration growing with every second of his deliberate torture. "You know exactly what I want," you snapped, your cheeks flushing with both embarrassment and desire.

"Do I?" he replied, tilting his head as though in thought. "You'll have to be more specific, my love. Use your words."

"Aegon!" you hissed, the sound coming out as more of a moan as his tongue brushed against you again, so agonizingly slow it left you gasping.

"Yes, that's it," he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Say my name. Let everyone in the Red Keep know who's making you feel this way."

Your body trembled beneath his touch, your resolve crumbling with each deliberate movement of his tongue. "I need you, to fuck me" you finally admitted, your voice soft and filled with desperation. "Now."

He paused, his eyes darkening with a mixture of desire and triumph as he rose to his feet, his hands sliding up your body to cup your face. "That's all I needed to hear," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was both tender and possessive.

Without another word, he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you deeper into the shadows of the quiet corridor. His lips found yours again, his kisses growing more demanding as he pressed you against the wall.

"I'll give you what you want," he murmured against your lips, his voice low and filled with promise. "But don't think for a moment that I'm done teasing you."

You could only gasp in response as he finally gave in, his movements both commanding and tender, driving you to the edge of madness once more.

Aegon's pace was relentless, each thrust pulling a gasp from your lips as he buried himself deeper into you. Your hands tangled in his silver hair, pulling slightly as your nails grazed his scalp. The sound of your voice calling his name only spurred him on, his grip on your waist tightening to the point of leaving marks that would surely remain for days.

"You're mine," he growled against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin before he sank them into the sensitive flesh. The sharp sensation mixed with the overwhelming pleasure, sending a shiver down your spine. He soothed the bite with his tongue, leaving a trail of new marks that overlapped with the ones from the night before.

Your head fell back against the wall, your eyes fluttering shut as you surrendered to the sensations overwhelming your body. "Aegon..." His name was a breathless whisper, filled with desperation and need.

He lifted his head to look at you, his violet eyes dark with lust and pride as he took in your flushed cheeks and parted lips. "Say it louder," he demanded, his voice rough and commanding.

You obeyed, his name falling from your lips in a broken moan that echoed down the empty corridor. Aegon smirked, his chest swelling with satisfaction at the sight of you completely undone beneath him.

"You're perfect," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "My perfect little twin, made just for me."

Your nails dug into his shoulders as he shifted the angle, the new position making stars explode behind your closed eyelids. Your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him even closer as your body arched into his.

"Aegon, I can't-" you gasped, your voice breaking as the pressure building in your core became too much to bear.

"Yes, you can," he whispered, his voice softening as he pressed a kiss to your temple. "Give it to me. Let go for me, my love."

Aegon smirked wickedly as he hoisted you onto the sturdy surface of the table, your back pressed against the cool wood. His hands gripped your hips possessively, his violet eyes gleaming with both lust and triumph as he watched your flushed face and trembling body.

"You look divine like this," he murmured, leaning in to nip at your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive marks he'd left earlier. "My perfect twin, completely undone for me."

Your breaths came out in uneven gasps as he lined himself up and thrust into you once again, the new angle sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through your body. You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders as he set a brutal pace, each movement precise and unrelenting.

"Aegon..." you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper as the overwhelming sensations consumed you.

"Say it louder," he growled, his grip on your hips tightening as he slammed into you even harder.

You obeyed, his name spilling from your lips in a desperate moan that echoed down the empty corridor. Aegon chuckled darkly, clearly satisfied with the effect he had on you.

"You're mine," he declared, his voice rough and full of possessive pride. "No one else gets to see you like this, hear you like this, feel you like this. Only me."

You could do nothing but nod, your mind too clouded with pleasure to form a coherent response. Your body arched into his, seeking more of the intoxicating connection only he could provide.

Aegon's hand moved to the small of your back, pulling you closer as he buried himself even deeper inside you. The new angle made stars explode behind your closed eyelids, and you cried out his name again, your voice trembling with desperation and ecstasy.

"That's it," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "Let go for me, my love. Show me how much you need me."

His words were your undoing, the coil inside you snapping as a wave of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you trembling and breathless.

Aegon wasn't far behind, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release. With a low, guttural groan, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his body shuddering against yours as he found his end.

For a moment, the two of you stayed like that, your bodies pressed together as you caught your breath. Aegon eventually pulled back, his violet eyes softening as he took in your flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

"You're breathtaking," he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. His tone was softer now, filled with a tenderness that belied his earlier intensity.

You rolled your eyes, though a small smile tugged at your lips. "You're insatiable," you teased, your voice still shaky from the aftershocks of your release.

Aegon chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips before carefully helping you off the wardrobe. He adjusted your gown, his fingers grazing your skin in a way that sent a shiver down your spine.

"We should go before someone finds us," you murmured, glancing nervously down the corridor.

"Let them," Aegon said with a smirk, his arm wrapping possessively around your waist. "Let them see who you belong to."

You rolled your eyes again, though you couldn't deny the warmth that spread through your chest at his words. Despite his arrogance and unpredictability, you knew he was yours just as much as you were his.

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Star Wars AU

Dark Lord Jungkook x Rebellion Rookie Jedi Reader

Synopsis:

When you're captured by The New Order, you were sure the end of your life would come sooner than later, and being a rebellion pandawan, you've accepted death long before it came knocking, and you knew it'd come any time, just not this soon. However, what you didn't expect was to learn how to live under the man everyone fears.

Warnings under the cut!

Warnings: Mild bloodshed, mild slowburn, inaccurate depictions of the star wars universe (I'm sorry, I tried my best 😅), low-key tsundere Jungkook, age gap but both consenting adults, fluff, smut, face sitting, unprotected s*x, ch*king, body worship, Jungkook is a whipped mess ngl.

A/N: DON'T LIKE DON'T READ, SCROLL AND MOVE ON.

The cold cell was almost unbearable, you were obviously not dressed for this, thinking you’d be in Tatooine for a few days for a mission with your master along with the other fellow padawans, and now here you are, surrounded by four concrete walls, not even with your force could you break yourself out, you’re no Luke Skywalker, not even a window in this goddamn cell, not even a water bowl, the paper cup they had given you now drained next to you, your throat parched even though you haven’t spoken a word.

You kick the paper cup out of anger, this wasn’t supposed to happen, if only your master took your advice and ran for it, it was obvious that all of you were outnumbered, especially with him in the equation, you shudder, recalling the chill that ran down your spine, the scene was everyone’s worst nightmare, seeing that red lightsaber glow in the dark, his cape bellowing whilst a sandstorm brews behind because of the engine of his ship.

Lord Jungkook is his name, and he’s the current leader of The New Order, and he’s as ruthless as they come, everyone who used to know him describes him as a cold blooded killer, that he strives to prove himself to be even more cruel than Darth Vader, that he wanted to exceed the image of what was deemed the best, or the worst, depending on your political stance.

You muster up a weak depreciating chuckle, all your life, abandoned by your parents, sacrificing your childhood for the never ending training, and for what? Just to die this fucking soon in a worn down cell.

Your life has no meaning, all that pain and all those sleepless nights for nothing, no one’s going to remember you, you’ll just be another statistic, if you’re lucky enough that is, so many jedis are killed and no one finds out until months later, and that’s if they found the body or someone heard the news through word of mouth.

Before you could spiral any further down, someone unlocks your cell, three stormtroopers march in, heaving you up to your feet.

“Walk, and don’t try anything funny,” the clone demanded, his blaster pointed right at the juncture of your neck.

You don’t know where they’re taking you, every hallway looks the same, the same stark white hallway with lights that are too bright for your eyes, now you know why everyone wears a goddamn helmet here, you’re getting a migraine just from walking these few minutes.

When you finally reach a lift to the top floor, you were surprised by the dark interior, and that’s when you feel it, the same chilling feeling running down your spine, your hairs standing on its ends, immediately scanning your surroundings, looking for a way out.

“Don’t even think about it, walk,” the guard next to you says while the other requests for entrance with the other guard that’s sitting at the reception, the one next to you, stiffens up when those doors slid open.

There, a figure stands with their front facing the windows that show the beautiful red planet at a distance, the planet looking so much smaller from this height.

Jungkook is so much taller from a closer distance, you can see the back of his head, his hair gelled neatly, his helmet perched on the windowsill.

When the troopers leave, he finally turns to look at you, and you stop breathing briefly, not because of his force, but because of how drop dead gorgeous he is, his big piercing eyes stare right into your soul, his face screwed into an emotionless expression, but one thing that you can just tell from his face is that he’s not someone who’d let someone off lightly if he gets pissed off.

“You’re the one who tried to throw that boulder at my face, you’re more powerful than the other padawans” he states, rounding his desk with slow strides, his eyes calculating every micro expression that you refuse to show.

“Why? Hurt your pride?” you asked, sarcasm dripping in your tone, might as well piss him off and have his lightsaber plunged in your abdomen, it’s better to make this death quick.

“No, in fact, you piqued my interest, you’re not like the others, you’re smart, more powerful, I bet you’re not your master’s favourite, you intimidate him too much, I bet, I can offer you so much more,” Jungkook offers, leaning back onto his desk as he watches you with a quirk of his lips, his first expression of the night.

“No thanks, training under you would be even worse than that old man, just kill me like how you probably had the rest of them killed,” you say after a heave of dry laughter, that’s all you could muster up right now.

“It’d be a waste to just kill you, it’d be wasting too much potential, and I promise I’ll reward you generously, I’ll appreciate you more than that old geezer,” Jungkook banters, as if he could just tell from your face that you were treated unfairly under your master, now you know why he’s at the top, when he can’t kill his way up, he sweet talks his way through.

“How do I know you’re not lying?” you ask, pulling the thin jacket closer to your body for warmth, is this guy numb to feeling cold even?

“I won’t, you have my word… isn’t this arrangement better than death?” Jungkook says with a quirk of his brow.

“I thought someone like you would understand that death is better than many things in life in a time like this,” you say, looking into the dark space, gaze faraway, suddenly lost in thought, death feels very welcoming now, after what you've been through, and how there seems to be nothing waiting for you in the future.

You got so used to the feeling of Jungkook’s presence that you didn’t even realise he was next to you until he draped his jacket over your shoulders.

“I see myself in you, I won’t be like your old master, you might be wondering why I’d choose to do this… let’s just say, I don’t want you to end up in worse hands,” Jungkook says with an amusing glimmer in his eyes.

“Aren’t you the worst of them all?” you ask, turning to him, the movement has his scent wafting up your nostrils, and boy doesn’t he smell refreshing against all the desensitised clones and their hard suits.

“To others maybe, but I’m willing to be better towards you, it’s always only been a matter of choice for me,” Jungkook’s nowhere near a good person, but hearing him say this, when his hands are stained with endless bloodshed of his victims; it’s as if he could sense what you’re thinking because he speaks up before you could.

“I only kill those who don’t surrender…half of the time at least,” Jungkook adds after checking the stats at the back of his head, he doesn’t enjoy sugarcoating.

“Fine, but I’m blasting myself out of space with no oxygen if you piss me off,” you don’t why you’re agreeing to his offer when pretty much lost any desire to continue living on this life, it’s a stretch to hope that being on the dark side would be any better, but you’re willing to try, you have nothing to lose afterall.

Training with Jungkook is hard, but you don’t feel as burnt out, maybe it’s also the fact that Jungkook is a busy man, hence training never goes beyond 3 hours, it could be also the fact that you are very well fed here, no more fearing for a lack of supplies or eating beyond your limit when you’re no longer a pandawan under your master who was always on the run with a bunch of other pandawans where everything was stretched thin.

Today is no different, other than the fact that you’re blind folded, you’ve done this before, but you’re definitely no match against the Lord of the dark side of all people.

“You have to focus on the force, don’t be intimidated by my presence, just act like I’m R9F7,” you hear Jungkook say before you hear the robot himself speak up.

“Master, Miss almost took off my entire arm the last time I trained with her!” The robot speaks up in panic.

“Well I’m not you, am I? It’ll take a lot more to take off my arm,” Jungkook says before he deflects the metal stick in your hand, “Good job, you’re doing much better,” Jungkook praises before you manage to catch him again, having managed to pinpoint his presence, a brief sword fight breaks out between the two of you before Jungkook calls for a stop, his nimble fingers taking off your blindfold.

“Good job, you’re dismissed for the day, join me for dinner later, I’ll send R9F7 to fetch you,” Jungkook says before he retreats to the other side of the training room where the gym equipments are at, starting his own training of the day, he never fails to keep his body in its best condition.

“Dinner, with who?” you ask, usually you just eat with everyone else in the canteen where everyone else goes to, there’s not many places to go to on this ship anyways, but you’ve never seen Jungkook go down to have dinner with anyone else, you assume he eats in his own quarters or something.

“Just me, why? I’m not enough for you now, is that it?” Jungkook asks, obviously joking, but you can't read his expression, given that he's currently doing pull ups, his arms and back slightly distracting to you, just the slightest, you tell yourself.

“No! It’s just that, I thought you needed to show up to some event and I needed to show up or something,” you say, thanking R9F7 for fetching you a glass of water.

“I don’t have an audience with anyone yet, maybe in a month’s time, this is just a casual dinner,” Jungkook tells you while he starts doing his archer pull ups, and you’re so glad that damn robot had gone to refill your glass of water, that damn metal head cannot know you’re gawking at the way Jungkook’s arms flex against his weight, muscles rippling while your mouth waters.

“Y-yeah, okay, is there anything else?” you ask after snapping yourself out of that trance that’s stronger than any force.

“No, you’re free to leave if you want to,” Jungkook says, “but you have lessons with Captain Yoongi right?” Jungkook, being the busy man he is, sure is very clear with your schedule.

“Yeah,” you confirm, preparing to take your leave.

“Don’t crash into anymore asteroids, we have limited fighter ships on this ship, when we’re back on base, you can start making more mistakes,” Jungkook reminds you, obviously poking fun at you, if the tone wasn’t obvious enough, the slight upturn of his lips is a giveaway when he drops himself down to face you, you’re slightly taken aback, this is definitely not what most people see when they interact with Jungkook.

“If I’m making more mistakes when we’re back to base then I’m a failure,” you say with a huff after gathering your bearings, recalling all the moments your old master called you that.

“In all of my years of experience, I’ve met many failures, and you’re definitely not one, being bad at something is nature, being bad at fying a ship isn’t the end of the world, I could always get you a droid to do it, you just need to know how to get yourself out of an emergency if the droid isn’t available, it’s not a big deal,” Jungkook says before he finishes his set, the joking tone in his voice gone.

“Don’t worry, I like flying ships, hopefully I won’t need a droid to fly me everywhere, I’ll take my leave, or Captain Yoongi is gonna throw a fit again,” you say before retreating to the door.

“See you tonight,” you hear Jungkook say before you parrot it back to him.

You thought it’d be awkward to have dinner with Jungkook, but it’s going better than you ever imagined. Right now, you’re talking about your day with Captain Yoongi.

“He was like, ‘Kid, I’m not used to teaching someone who I’m not allowed to get mad at, and the fact that I won’t be able to even if I want to, I don’t lash out at women, don’t want my mother to pop in my head and give me a scolding’, then he started cursing at how the force works,” you retell before he breaks into yet another fit of laughter.

“Why did he say that even? What did you do to the old man?” Jungkook asks before he continues cutting into his steak, patiently waiting for you to continue your story.

“I said if you keep sighing you should just let a droid teach me,” you say before Jungkook doubles over, his piece of sliced steak forgotten, and at that moment, you think Jungkook has a pretty smile.

Today, you’re having a bad day, you couldn’t sleep well last night, your insomnia is always worse at the tail end of your menstrual cycle, so you’re naturally feeling really moody today, the sleep deprivation and changing hormones are getting to you.

Unfortunately for you, today you’re starting a new form of training, and it’s said to be hard, Jungkook described this as a form of virtual projection, crazy how a pair of goggles could teleport the two of you to a realistic battle.

You groan when the words ‘defeat’ flash across your sight.

“You need to focus, if you can’t get through this stimulation, how can you survive out there?” Jungkook asks, he doesn’t sound mad, he just sounds…realistic, for a lack of better word.

“Spar me,” Jungkook says before he gets into position.

“We can just do this without the goggles,” you suggest, but get into position anyways, sighing as you do so, this is going to be a long day.

“The wooden sticks are all the way in the gym, come on, just a little bit longer,” Jungkook says, but he could see the way your shoulders drop.

“Start,” Jungkook says before he advances onto you, he knows you’d never make the first move, your fighting style is always more on the defense.

The small stick that’s supposed to imitate your lightsaber hums when it clashes with Jungkook’s in the game, It’s like your body awakens, your brain going into fight mode when you dodge Jungkook’s second attack, planning on striking your leg after he identified that he can’t continue advancing with the first move, and you use the force to propel yourself backwards, your master never likes it when you do that, says it’s a sign of cowardice, but you’re not like the others, you strive for survival, which is why you didn’t think twice before you used the force to throw a rock at Jungkook, which he quickly sliced apart with his lightsaber, a look of bewilderment on his face.

“I had no idea you could do that in here, must be why we need to wear these gloves and weird socks on our legs,” Jungkook says before you see the mischief in his eyes, and that’s when you see it, his hands grasping the air in a similar movement to yours before you see a wrecked ship being hurled towards you.

You did a quick backflip, using the force to lift you in the air higher, landing back on the ground on your two feet.

“Now you’re just showing off,” Jungkook says before he advances onto you again, you deflect his attacks, the red of the imitation weapon glows dangerously close to your body, you would’ve been able to feel the heat of it if the two of you were using real lightsabers.

“Come on, this can’t be the best you can give me,” Jungkook taunts before he reels back and does a quick turn, catching you off guard, and immediately you panic, taking one hand off the stick to summon the force to push him back, sending Jungkook backwards, skidding on one knee to balance himself, before you feel yourself naturally wielding the lightsaber towards Jungkook, and right before you would’ve stabbed him, not that he’d get hurt in the simulation, you stopped, recalling that this is merely training, and that you’re not in actual danger, that Jungkook wouldn’t hurt you.

“You knocked the wind out of me, I had my guard down, but that was good,” Jungkook says as he gets up from his kneeled position.

“Sorry, I lost myself just now,” you said, your hand fidgeting with the stick.

“Don’t worry about it, being immersed in a fight is a good thing,” Jungkook says before he takes the goggles off, “let’s stop here for today, get some rest, you look like you need it,” Jungkook says before he disappears from your view, and you do the same, the virtual warzone disappearing right in front of your eyes.

“Sorry, I didn’t sleep all that well last night, I’ll be better tomorrow,” you say as you pack up the equipment back to where it was.

“Don’t apologise, all of us have bad days, and if it’s too much, you could always let me know, get sufficient rest, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Jungkook says with a comforting smile before he leaves, probably rushing off to a meeting with the council or something.

The first rumble of the spaceship had you jerking awake from the comfort of your bed, bounding out of bed with unsteady footsteps, you hold onto the side of your cabinet to look out your window, and you catch sight of x-wings and their lasers hitting the ship, immediately you start to sway at your feet.

You get dressed as quick as possible before running down to the control centre where you know Jungkook will probably be at by now.

No one questions when you step into the room, and you’ve never seen Jungkook this serious ever since the day you first met him, brows furrowed and his jaw clenched, the situation must not be looking too ideal, but still he senses you when you’re near him, turning away from the panels to look at you briefly.

“Not hurt?” he asks, Captain Yoongi casts a curious glance at his boss, but he remains silent.

“No, the protective shields on my side held up,” you answer, it’s nothing, standard procedure to check if the ship is alright, why did Yoongi find it weird?

Jungkook nods before he turns back to Yoongi, taking note of the situation and how their fighters are doing.

“It’s not ideal, there’s quite a large amount of those fuckers, half of our lasers are down, and the shields are at 40%,” Yoongi informs.

“Tell them to prepare my ship, I’ll handle them myself,” Jungkook says before he turns, preparing to descend down to the flight deck, his cape bellowing at his quick movement, you never liked capes, but you guess it’s tradition for the supreme leaders on the dark side.

“Wait! Alone?” you ask, a sliver of worry blooming in your chest, Jungkook always seemed invincible in your eyes when you only knew him through all the rumours, disregarding him as a person, that he might die, but now that you know him personally, he doesn’t seem as invincible anymore when he's no longer a myth in your head.

“Is that an issue?” Jungkook asks, confusion clear as day on his face, but his tone authoritative, you don’t dare to question him, it’s not your place to do so, especially not in front of everyone, Jungkook lets you get away with a lot of things, but this is probably not one of them.

“No, not an issue,” you say before letting go of his arm, and when he walked out, you could immediately see the tension in the people’s shoulders drop.

“He’s gonna be fine, kid, he’s got a reputation after all, he earned that through all the blood on his hands,” Yoongi reminds you before he gets back to his job, typical of your other mentor, he’s never the type to communicate more than what’s enough.

You stand idle as you watch the chaos unfold, Jungkook’s ship easily distinguishable by the additional purple streaks he had them installed when he didn’t like how his ship isn’t all that different from the others.

It swerves and dodges the x-wings’ lasers, zooming past the slower ones that got distracted by the other tie-fighters with a blast from his blasters attached to his ship, the red lasers dashing past, making contact with the jets before it blows up.

Every time he flies too fast and close to the exploding ships, you fear his ship is the one getting blown up.

The tension in your own shoulders drops slightly when you could see that the empire is winning with the dwindling numbers of ships.

“Fuck,” Yoongi curses, but before you could ask why, you see it, a large rebel mothership emerges from a lightspeed portal, surrounded by more x-wings.

“We need more people out there! Deploy the remaining teams!” Yoongi shouts into the intercom system.

“How are the stakes looking now, Cap?”you ask as you watch, then you feel it, the tremor of the bond, the one that you thought would never be established between you and Jungkook, the ‘force’ bond that establishes between a master and a padawan, you can feel how stress he is, his anger sizzling through the air that only you can feel in this room.

“Not very good, it’s going to need a lot of our firepower to take out the mothership,” Yoongi tells you before he barks more orders at the people around him, directing them on how to take down the mothership with the bigger blasters attached to the ship.

Suddenly, a staff let out a gasp of alarm.

“Captain, one of main blasters are jammed, we were supposed to use it to blow out the mothership, at least to deter it before we decide to hyperspace jump if needed,” the man said, but he immediately clams up when he sees how dark Yoongi’s face had gotten significantly darker.

“And there’s no way to fix it?” Yoongi asks, his fists balled at his sides.

“The droid that is supposed to fix that section of the ship got damaged by a stray laser from the battle going on nearby,” the woman next to the man explains, you can sense the overwhelming amount of fear emitting from the two of them, the rest of the staff’s emotions peaking as well.

“I can defend myself out there, tell me how to fix it,” you ask the man, the poor guy not knowing how to respond at first, expecting the pandawan of Lord Jungkook to be just as brutal as the man himself, but before the man could answer to your demands, Yoongi speaks out immediately.

“No, if anything happens to you, Jungkook would have someone’s head,” Yoongi explains, arms crossed against his chest, his eyes stern.

“Well, if we die, he would have no heads to behead so…” you remind Yoongi, rocking on your heels, you know he’d budge, Yoongi is a man of logic, and he always says he isn’t paid enough to be this stressed out about this job.

“Fine, don’t you dare die,” Yoongi warns you before he delves right into the logistics of what went wrong and how to fix it.

“I’m serious kid, don’t you dare fucking die, kid,” Yoongi warns one last time as he helps you with the oxygen mask and oxygen tank.

“Make sure you don’t damage the hose from your tank, there’s a spare tank under hatches where the ship is marked red if you run out, a red flash would keep appearing if there’s a leak or if the oxygen levels start getting low,” Yoongi reminds you one last time.

“I know I know, Cap, you’ve told me so many times I’ve lost count on how many times you repeated this,” you joke as you try to cope with your nerves.

“Okay, I’ll be watching you from here, don’t get out of sight,” was the last thing Yoongi said before you stepped into the escape hatch area before the doors opened and the sight of the on-going battle greets you without any barriers, goosebumps rise on your skin when you take the first step into zero gravity.

Immediately your feet were jerked to stick to the surface of the ship, the magnetic shoes work at least, you think to yourself.

Following Yoongi’s directions, you quickly located the main blaster that was stuck.

However, before you could remove the debris that had the blaster stuck underneath its hatch, you caught the attention of a x-wing that had just took down a few tie fighters, and immediately it fires at your direction, the shield is still up, but you’re not part of the ship, you’d get strike down instantly, and so you did what your fight or flight response told you to do, and that was to roll away before your hand shoots out to jerk the ship away, but sadly, due to its weight, the ship barely moved, it was onto you again once you were back on your two feet.

The x-wing was coming onto you quick, diving down to where you stood, and you let the force guide you, doing a flip to get out of its way before your hand quickly retrieves your lightsaber that was strapped to your space suit to strike the wing of the x-wing, a huge chunk of the wing was chopped off and the ship goes skidding behind you before it comes crashing against the exterior of the control room, the ship blows up but the mothership is unscathed due to the shield barrier surrounding the ship.

A tremor goes through your body when you see Jungkook’s personal ship in your peripheral vision, you can feel the worry in the bond the both of you share, you don’t dwell on his reaction, quickly getting on your feet to fix the blaster as soon as possible, finally getting it unstuck.

Jungkook’s ship makes its way near you again, and you think he’s going to give you a quick ride back to the docking area, but before he could do so, you see a few ships tailing his, coming a little too close to comfort to where both you and Jungkook are situated, an ambush, a flurry of red and white chasing the lone black ship, the rebellion are really eyeing every opportunity to have Jungkook dead.

It was instinctual, you were raised to not have any fear, to die for the cause, even though you weren’t all that dedicated to any of the sides you have been on, but Jungkook is Jungkook, he’s not a side, and you don’t understand why you’re risking your life for him, but it just felt right when you harness all the force in your being to constrain the three ships together, the one in the middle exploding from the pressure while the other two begin to catch fire from the damage, the damage must’ve caught Jungkook’s attention, because before you felt all the energy fade from your body, you see his ship turn its back to you, flashes of red lasers are the last thing you see before your body slumps, your vision blacking out to fade into darkness.

Soft, to the point of being close to what you imagine sleeping on a cloud would feel like, is this how death feels like? So all the jedi afterlife world was complete bullshit? Not surprised, you always thought those jedis that claim to see their dead masters were all in such dire and desperate situations that they started having hallucinations.

But then you feel it, the receptors at the tips of your fingers, the smooth sheets under your palm, you’re alive, then you feel yourself jolting out of bed when your eyes pry themselves open in surprise, a gasp leaving your chest as you sit up.

“Miss is awake! I’ll fetch Lord Jungkook immediately!” you hear the voice of a droid say before the sound of the doors opening and closing reaches your ears.

Another droid dashes to tend to you, checking your pulse, your vision, and brain activity.

“Everything seems to be normal, miss, do you need me to fetch you anything?” the droid asks.

“You’re dismissed, I need to get ready for Jungkook’s arrival,” you say before you decide to power off the droid yourself, you're never too comfortable with droids anyways.

You quickly dash to your bathroom to wash up, change and comb your bird nest of hair, god forbid you let anyone see you like this.

When you come out of your bathroom, you spot Jungkook standing next to the droid, the droid rattling off your stats like it’s listing out a list of resources the ship needs when it lands for a refill.

“You shouldn’t have turned him off, what if you fainted in the bathroom?” Jungkook asks, turning to you after the droid was done with the updates.

“I was overexerted from using all that force, all that sleep got me feeling more refreshed than ever, he said I slept for two days straight,” you nod at the droid’s direction.

“Force exertion is the equivalent to getting a serious injury,” Jungkook says as his eyes scan your face for any signs of pain or discomfort, his hand reaches up to feel your forehead, if those doe eyes won’t be the death of you, that hand will be, you thought to yourself mindlessly before the rational part of your brain scolds you and tells those voices to shut up.

When Jungkook finally deemed you alright, the gentleness in his eyes disappeared.

“What were you thinking out there?! You could’ve gotten yourself killed!” Jungkook bursts out, the cold gaze he usually reserves for others now directed to you, but instead of cowering in fear in silence like others, you’re taken aback by that tone directed at you, never once has he ever reprimanded you this way, not even when you were first taken in as hostage, but you’re never the type to back down when a man raises his voice at you.

“Well, maybe I wanted to die! I was ready to die back when I first got here anyways!”

Jungkook is rarely ever speechless, this is the first time you’ve seen him flabbergasted, and in the worst way possible, you've never felt his wrath on you, the effect making your hairs stand on its ends.

“Did you still want to die? All this time? Even after being under my care?” Jungkook asks, his tone deadly, even if you were deaf, you’d be able to feel it through the force.

“I..” but before you could explain yourself out of the situation, or try to help him understand what you're uncertain you're even feeling yourself, you see the familiar bright sliver of his dagger, the one that you know he keeps by his side as a last means of defense, a weapon that is perfectly deadly in the hands of someone with the force.

You quickly dodge out of the way, summoning the force beneath your feet to elevate yourself, the dagger touching the tip of your feet, you're fast on your feet, on defense, but Jungkook has always been quick on offence, it's why the two of you work so well, the sound of a twang sounds behind you when the dagger etches into the wall, just the tip, before it lands on the metal floor.

“Stop defending yourself if you just want to die!” Jungkook bellows before he comes storming towards you, the blazing red glow of his lightsaber emitting off his sharp features.

At this moment, you don't want to die, you don't want to die seeing Jungkook angry, you don't want to die knowing that you had disappointed him, and so you draw your own lightsaber, quickly deflecting his own, the lasers deflecting sparks off each other, your lightsabers a contrast with one another, Jungkook’s being a shade of dark red, and yours being a faint shade of rogue, his eyes widen at the familiar colours, hesitation flickers across his face, and that's when you make your move, summoning force to your forefront to send Jungkook thumbling a few steps backwards while you catch your breath.

“I don't know how I want to live my life yet! I haven’t phased out from the life I led before you picked me up,” you say, your eyes downcast, you don’t know how to face him, in your defence, that’s the harsh truth, you were always wishing to leave, to get out, but you didn’t think that day would actually come until it did, and now you’re lost, all your life, you’ve been drifting aimlessly, a tree without roots, you don’t know your origins, you don’t know your future, and coming to terms to that in front of a person who probably has everything figured out is…shameful.

You finally look up from where your eyes were previously trained on the rough grip you had on the staff of your lightsaber, even though you could feel Jungkook’s hostility decreasing through the feel of the force, you know he isn’t entirely not angry, and your suspicions are confirmed when you’re greeted by the sight of his locked jaw and cold eyes, his lips still set in a thin line, but his lightsaber is switched off.

“I offered you the position of succeeding me, but you won’t take it, I was paving you a path, a way to live your life, you just have to say yes,” Jungkook looks at you, now with more warmth in his eyes, hopeful, but you can’t, you can’t promise him and yourself something that you’re so uncertain of.

“I’m not sure I have the capabilities to lead as well as you, and I’m not sure if that’s the life I want to live, I’m sorry, Jungkook,” you might as well be honest, it’s manipulative to lead him on just for the sake of the benefits of living here, under the protection of the new order and Jungkook, and if he wishes to end your life right here, then he has every right to.

“You disappoint me,” Jungkook mutters before he turns his back to leave the room, leaving you wondering if maybe you should’ve just said yes to appease him, or that maybe death is a better fate than disappointing the person who you actually sort of look up to.

Later in the day, you don’t see Jungkook, everyone’s busy with packing to get ready to return to base, a first for you, you didn’t even know where you would’ve been staying until a droid came over to tell you that it would be responsible for escorting you to your new quarters.

When you finally arrive, you’re greeted by the sight of a healthy green planet, you were quick to get off, with your limited belongings, the droid enthusiastically escorting you to your new quarters, which turns out to be a large unit within the base.

“Everything’s been modelled to suit the aesthetic you had picked prior, miss, the fridge is stocked, heating is available, running water is available, heated water as well, I was also advised to stock up your wardrobe, everything is according to the measurements you sent, and whatever daily necessities you may need, miss, when things run out, just type in what you need in the tablet available by your bedside, miss,” the droid explains with wide gestures and quick steps to show where everything is.

“Thank you, you’re dismissed, I won’t be needing anything else,” you say with a curt bow, to which the droid returns.

“Before I leave, here’s your keycard, miss, but you can use the facial recognition system which can be turned off in the settings panel as well, no one can come into your room without authorisation, so don’t worry about anyone barging into your room, miss, that is all, miss, have a good rest, miss,” the droid says before finally stepping out the door.

So this is where you’ll be staying when you’re not travelling, you look around with a huff, it is nice, but you’ve never lived in such a spacious place before, being on the run meant you had to sleep in tight places with someone in your personal space, maybe you’re a greedy bitch for wanting the luxuries that come with being Jungkook’s pandawan without accepting the duties that come with it, should you leave? Will he kill you if you do? With all the secrets you know, he probably will…this is a deadend for you.

A few days have passed since arriving to base and Jungkook and you have this cold war going on, you’ve only seen him in passing, he hasn’t scheduled a lesson ever since the confrontation, and maybe it’s a good thing, maybe he needs more time to think of what to do with you, in all honesty, you wouldn’t mind just being one of his fighters, at least you’ll get to stay.

There was a sudden fanfare today when you were out for lunch, you got to know what when the waitress sees you looking confused in your spot, watching the soldiers lining up outside a ship.

“You must be new here, that’s Lord and Lady Kim, they’re close friends with Lord Jungkook, dear, they’re the only few that know of this location and can freely travel in and out of base,” she explains before scurrying away when someone flags for her attention. You quickly finish up your food and return to the main building, it’s best to return in case you’re needed for whatever.

Celebrations were still ongoing when you got back, hopping off your hover car and quickly thanking the droid who works in the valet service.

You ask around to find out that the main celebrations are taking place in the grandhall, where major events are held and important announcements are made, which means the waitress was telling the truth about Lord and Lady Kim being very closely affiliated with Jungkook.

You’ve never seen the grandhall being decorated to the nines, so when the droids open the doors for you, you’re surprised by the grandeur decorations spanning the entire room, even the serving droids look freshly waxed, handing out food and champagne to everyone on shiny platters.

You spot Captain Yoongi a few feet away, nursing a glass of whiskey by himself.

“Hey, do you know them personally?” you ask when Yoongi sees you.

“Kind of yeah, but I’m not one of those kiss-assers,” Yoongi jokes with a jerk of his head to where the crowd is gathered, probably where Lord and Lady Kim are.

“You should say hi at least, be a good friend, cap,” you joke.

“The fact that I’m here is already a reach, I could be taking a nap right now and waited until the dinner to see them,” he retrots, finishing his glass before flagging down a droid for another glass, the two of you watching the people silently, if there’s anything the two of you can definitely get by, it’s people watching, or for Yoongi, people judging.

A few minutes later, the crowd finally parts, and everyone can see why, Jungkook has arrived and has gone straight for the couple, when the crowd parts, so does who you think is Lord Kim and Lady Kim, both of them tall in stature with kind smiles on their faces, you avert your gaze to the side and that's when you see him, Jungkook, saying something to Lord Kim, but when he feels your gaze on him, he diverts his attention to your direction, immediately his eyes harden at the sight of you.

“That's my cue to leave, cap,” you say before quickly downing the rest of your glass.

“Are you seriously going to avoid him forever?” Captain Yoongi asks with a scoff, “you and I both know he's never going to come around, so don't be the stubborn one, kid, he's way more stubborn,” he says, and you know what he means by that, Jungkook has an ego that comes with his reputation after all.

“I just need to figure some things out and so does he, I'm gonna go now, don't miss me too much,” you say before quickly sneaking away.

“Mind telling me who's the young lady that's got you so riled up yet you have no plans of killing her?” Namjoon asks his long time friend, Jungkook is like a younger brother to him at this point if he was being honest, so of course he's intrigued by Jungkook acting this way, a first in the many years he's known him since they were children.

“She's my pandawan, but she rejected my offer of having her lead the new order after me,” Jungkook mutters with disappointment before downing his glass, welcoming the burn of the alcohol down his throat.

“She's not that young though, do you plan on retiring early?” Namjoon asks with a shock, his wife, Sejin is intrigued as well, Jungkook isn't the type to hand over power so quickly based on their understanding of their dear friend.

“She's still many years younger than me, I could still take on another pandawan, or she could, was my initial plan, no one else had piqued my interest like she did, everyone else lacks in talent,” Jungkook explains.

“So you're mad she doesn't want to be your successor? Then you should just dismiss her as pandawan, you can always find a new one” Namjoon suggests with a dismissive wave of his hand, but Sejin could tell something was bothering him and that her husband's dismissive suggestion isn't something Jungkook wants to hear.

“Maybe you can keep her as your right hand woman, not everyone wants to be a leader, Jungkook,” she suggests, and from the way she could see you standing there in silence instead of socialising with the rest of the crowd, she could just tell you have no desire to lead an entire nation.

“Quite out of character for you to not kill her once she told you that,” Namjoon notes, which earns a swat on the arm by his wife, she doesn't want someone dying out of her husband's silly suggestion of all things, they did leave behind this life to lead a peaceful one, and that means as less bloodshed as possible, even indirectly.

“I wanted to, but I couldn't,” Jungkook says without further elaboration as he notes that you have already left the hall.

Namjoon and his wife share a look between themselves when they see the little bits of forlorn on his face that aren't obvious to others.

After a long day of training with R9F7 and practice flying a ship with Captain Yoongi, you felt tired and in dire need of a nap after a shower. When you had finally woken up, you thought of heading down the dining hall for dinner, but a small bouquet of flowers by your doorstep had you stopped in your tracks.

Miffed by the sight of it, you quickly look around to see who left it there, but noting that it's dinnertime now, chances of the person delivering the flowers having left long ago are quite high, so you bring it back in to read the note.

Written in what you presume is the florist’s handwriting, due to how neat it is, is an address, time, and a table reservation number for the restaurant listed.

You quickly change as you debate on whether you should go, whoever sent it is probably quite high in ranking to know which unit you stay, and is probably not someone that is against the order, since your living quarters have high security levels, so who sent those flowers?

Fuck it, you think to yourself, you're perfectly capable of protecting yourself, you reassure yourself as you pull on a dress and a brand new coat, you've never dressed up before, it was merely a fibble dream back then, to think you'd be able to live a stable life of riches and be adorned in the finest silks if you're willing to fight for a greater cause, you scoff at the thought of your old perceptions on life, no one would be able to afford such a life through justice, at least not anywhere in the near future, not as long as Jungkook exists.

Before you left your unit, you quickly strap your lightsaber on your thigh, just in case, you thought to yourself.

You summon R9F7 to drive your hover car, just in case you want to drink during or after the meal, depending on if the person you're meeting is someone you deem you should be weary of.

When you get to your destination, you quickly pat down your hair, maybe you should consider getting a hood installed on your hover car, you think to yourself as you tell R9F7 that he's free to walk around if he wants after he dropped you off.

Heading to the restaurant, you immediately walked up to the employee situated at the front of the property, noting that this place must be expensive if there's service right outside the restaurant and you also see two security droids in place.

“Reservations only, miss,” the waiter informs you without looking up from his tablet, seemingly uninterested in servicing you.

You state the reservation number for him and that's when he finally looks up.

“Please, right this way, miss,” he says as he gestures the droids to open the door, the gust of warm air providing a sense of comfort, until you see how fancy it is on the inside, velvet carpeting with intricate designs, customers dressed fancily, crystal chandeliers hanging from high ceilings, and cutlery that look more like fine jewellery in your eyes, but that's when you notice the stares and the whispers amongst the diners, they must've realised you're not a regular.

“That's the Dark Lord's pandawan, I saw her at the welcome ceremony of the Kims’ that day,” you catch someone saying, loud enough for someone with the force to hear.

You seriously hope no one recognises you in your seating area, you think to yourself before you finally come to a stop at a more secluded area, and the person waiting for you was none other than Lady Kim herself.

“It's nice to finally meet you, I'm not sure if you saw me that day during the welcoming ceremony, I'm Sejin, I've been friends with Jungkook for a long time, but my husband, Namjoon, is much closer to him. I thought I'd take this opportunity to get to know you, now that we're back for a visit, my husband is busy with catching up with his old friends, so I thought I'd take this chance to get to know you first, we're both women after all,” Lady Kim says as she stands up to shake your hand, gesturing you to take the seat in front of her.

“It's nice to meet you, Lady Kim, but I'm not sure why you would want to meet me of all people,” you say honestly, you would've understood if you met under formal circumstances, like being introduced by Jungkook as his pandawan, not in such a private situation, not even on base grounds.

“I wanted to meet you, you're Jungkook’s pandawan after all, being Jungkook’s close friend, I think it's normal to want to meet his pandawan,” she replies as she flags down a waiter to pour you a glass of wine identical to hers.

Gears turn in your head as you try to read the woman in front of you, after being under Jungkook, you've learned that people usually have the worst intentions and assumptions towards you, so you've grown to be cautious with strangers.

“I just thought we would've waited until our formal introduction with Lord Jungkook, but I have no qualms about meeting you for this dinner, Lady Kim,” you explained, not wanting to come off as hostile or reluctant to meet her, you don't want to offend her, especially given the fact that she seems almost like family to Jungkook.

“Please, just call me Sejin, Lady Kim makes me sound so old, and thank you so much for meeting me, sorry for not informing earlier, I was worried you wouldn't be willing to meet me if you had known,” she explains, her expression apologetic, but you understand where she's coming from, you don't like people knowing you're Jungkook’s pandawan either, they always have a bad perception of you.

“I wouldn't have minded, Lady Kim,” you quickly reply, still not forgoing the honorific, but she quickly amends you, chastising you in a lighthearted manner to not call her by her title.

“How old are you, darling? You look so young,” she remarks as the first two dishes are being laid on the table, you sure hope she didn't order too much, or anything too exotic, you weren't familiar with what people on the dark side eat until just a few months ago, there's still many things you've never tried.

“I'm 21,” you say before thanking Sejin for putting food on your table, even the ham looks fancier than usual in this restaurant.

“Oh my, you must've been so young when you were taken in by your first master,” Sejin exclaims, chopsticks hanging idly between her fingers when she registers what you said.

“I was trained under a jedi master before Jungkook,” you answer honestly, but albeit, hesitant, your loyalty lies with Jungkook, but you know the whispers of some of his men, how you're unworthy because you used to be under the rebellion.

“Darling, you don't have to be ashamed about your past, in fact, I was trained in a rebellion academy too,” Sejin says, which has your eyes going as wide as saucers.

“It wasn't the main rebellion base, just a small academy started by an old master who takes in orphaned kids who were blessed by the force but too old to be enrolled in the official academy, I was to be killed the day the dark forces found the base, but Namjoon pleaded his master, also Jungkook’s master at the time, to give me a chance to live and prove myself worthy, so that's how I met Namjoon and Jungkook, Jungkook was still so young at the time, time flew by so fast after we left, in a blink of an eye, he now has now his own pandawan,” Sejin says with a sigh, nostalgia heavy in her tone, but she seems happy about the way her life turned out too.

“Why did you and Namjoon leave?” you couldn't help but ask, sitting up straighter, engrossed in Sejin’s life story.

“I wanted a life beyond all this, I felt like growing up, from the moment I was abandoned at war, picked up by my old master and met Namjoon, I felt like all I did was training for something that I didn't feel passion for, Namjoon felt like he was doing it out of obligation as well, especially being the oldest one, he was expected to lead the New Order, but Jungkook took over instead when our old master died, he was always the one that's more passionate about leading the New Order, so Namjoon and I decided to leave, start a life for ourselves, to see the universe. So I understand if you have no desire to follow Jungkook’s footsteps, I've been at such a crossroad too, but I think he didn't receive the news all that well because maybe a part of him still feels like he was abandoned by Namjoon and I,” Sejin explained.

“I'm sorry you had to go through so much at such a young age,” you know how hard it is, having experienced it first hand, but you know she must've had it even harder, Jungkook treats you as an equal despite being his pandawan, but you're sure their old master, being someone of more traditional upbringing, couldn't have treated them as well.

“It's fine, it's been so long, I've moved on quite alright, but I just want to let you know, I'm here to offer you a chance to leave this all behind too, Namjoon and I never had any children, nor do we plan to, since we always move around in fear of being caught or killed, we talked and decided that if you ever want to live with us, we welcome you with open arms,” Sejin offers with sincerity in her eyes, you can see the moisture in them, and you know where she's coming from, she sees herself in your life story too.

“Thank you so much for giving me the chance to leave with you, but I can't leave Jungkook, my loyalties lie with him, he saved my life and I'll always be grateful to him, I can't imagine myself not being under his servitude,” you decline politely, if it wasn't Jungkook you would've taken up on her offer, but you don't have any aspirations other than protecting the one who saved you from your miserable life, even if he demands to have you killed, you wouldn't have any qualms.

“Jungkook saved my life, if he wants me to hand over my life for not following his footsteps, then that's a price I'm willing to pay,” you elaborate further before sighing, you've sealed your fate since the day you accepted his offer, and you always keep your word.

“Darling, he's not going to kill you for not taking over his place, if he wanted to kill you he would've done so long ago, I know I might be prying, but I feel like there's another reason for wanting to stay by his side, do you perhaps hold affection towards Jungkook?” Sejin asks with a knowing smile on her face, not a sliver of judgement, but you feel like you've been gobsmacked by the force in its entirety.

“I wouldn't even dare dream of such a thing, goodness,” you say with a weak chuckle, quickly distracting yourself with your drink, taking a quick sip, you would've downed the whole thing, but that would make you look ridiculous.

Thankfully the food has finally arrived, temporarily diverting both of your attention.

“I won't question you further, there are some things you need figuring out yourself,” she says before she plates some food onto your plate with a knowing smile on her face.

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“I saw your pandawan leaving base all dressed up when I was on my way here,” Namjoon brings up midway through dinner at Jungkook’s chambers.

The man across from him immediately stops chewing on his steak, the force around them strumming in suspense, even without the force, they would've felt the hostility in the air even if they can't see the hardened expression on Jungkook’s face.

“Maybe it's just a friend,” Namjoon says offhandedly, and then Jungkook stiffens up, instantly he lets go of his hold on the force, but Namjoon is used to this sort of suffocation, he had to deal with teenage Jungkook after all.

“It doesn't matter,” Jungkook brushes off, resumes cutting his steak, but with a new sense of vigour, the knife scratching the surface of the plate.

“You can't lie to me, Jungkook, need I remind you we grew up together?” Namjoon teases, but he's still concerned, he's never seen his friend invested in something other than his work, “You need to tell her how you feel,” Namjoon advises, though he knows what Jungkook is thinking when he sees the clench of his jaw, and just as Namjoon predicted, Jungkook refutes immediately.

“That's my pandawan we’re talking about,” Jungkook deadpans, staring down at his long time friend.

“I know, just because I'm in my forties, doesn't mean I'm hard of hearing, and just because you're in your 30s, doesn't mean you're an old man, she's only in her 20s, that's not very far apart,” Namjoon explains, because he knows what Jungkook’s mindset is right now, he thinks he's too old for you.

“Don't be ridiculous, she's in her early twenties, she deserves someone her own age, not me,” Jungkook protests with an agitated sigh before he downs the rest of his whisky, the droid immediately refilling his glass, as dutiful as ever, but maybe out of fear too.

“Why are you so against the idea of being with your pandawan? She's an adult, what are you scared of? Definitely not what other people might say. Are you scared you might take advantage of her?” Namjoon retorts to elicit a reaction out of Jungkook, and it's instant.

“I would cut off my own arm before I would even think of doing anything without her permission,” Jungkook says with the force omitting from Jungkook’s body in waves, the droid at the side quietly scoots away from his previous spot closer to Jungkook.

“Then why are you so against the idea of being romantically involved with her?” Namjoon questions with a gentle tone, he's gotten his point across, he doesn't need to press further, Jungkook is in denial, but nowhere near dumb, he just wanted to know why his dear friend is torturing himself by denying his own feelings, but if he won't tell him now, he'll just have to try his best to pry later.

*page break*

The forest stands intimidating as the winds howl and the trees waver under its force, the sound of leaves rustling a familiar tune for Jungkook and Namjoon.

“Can't believe we didn't do this the last time you came back,” Jungkook says as he watches the scenery with a fond nostalgia.

“Didn't know you'd still fancy hunting this much, after so many years of being the Dark Lord,” Namjoon muses with a shake of his head, but he'd ought to know better, Jungkook always had a sense of childlike adventure and a hunger for a challenge, it's why he enjoys what he does.

“Hunting creatures sometimes trains my wits more than hunting people, people are getting more stupid by the day,” Jungkook says before he orders a trooper to open the weapon crate, “Weapon of choice? I'll let you pick since you're my hyung,” Jungkook says before he walks aside to let Namjoon take a look.

Namjoon digs around, uninterested, until he finds a rod shaped weapon, with a click of a button, it unfolds itself into a spear.

“Always have an eye for the unconventional ones,” Jungkook mutters but laments, picking up another spear from the crate.

“That's what makes things fun, Jungkook, gotta keep you on your toes, that's what I'm here for on this boring planet,” Namjoon says before he takes off into the forest, the familiar scent of the trees greeting him like a warm hug.

The sun is nowhere near setting, but in this forest, the rays are blocked by the thick trees overhead. However, Jungkook isn't worried about the darkness, he's trained to see through the force instead of his vision, the force to users as skilled as Jungkook, is like touching the fabric of existence, able to map out every obstacle around him like a physical map.

He hasn't gone hunting ever since the last time he did it with Namjoon, but the forest doesn't feel the same since then, it's too empty. Jungkook hasn't felt a creature other than some bugs for miles, which is an odd occurrence for a forest that he knows is abundant with wildlife.

Something feels terribly off, and he hates that feeling, especially when it's happening on home base.

Instead of trekking for animals, he's now feeling the force for Namjoons's whereabouts, but he must've walked further away from him to have a better chance of higher numbers, he isn't on Jungkook’s radar anymore, and communication doesn’t work in this forest, they did agree to meet back out in an hour's time, but his gut tells him to not dwell.

Suddenly, he feels footsteps, lots of them, then he registers it, a stampede, and it's coming his way.

Creatures he's all too familiar with, even the more ferocious ones, are chasing the tail of some small creatures, but not as predators, because Jungkook can sense the fear in all the creatures in the stampede.

Jungkook immediately summons the force to jump onto a high branch, perched on a higher ground to observe what's happening below, he still can't see nor feel the creature that caused this stampede, but he knows it must be ragesome for it to trigger a stampede in the forest, and he has a sinking feeling that it isn't native.

Then he feels it, a thrumming in the force, a disturbance, but a familiar strum has Jungkook on alert, Namjoon is close, but he's miffed by the fact that both the creature and Namjoons's presence are ascending his way simultaneously.

By now Jungkook doesn't need to use the force to keep track of the creature, the whole forest is shaking from the weight of its heavy footfalls.

Lo and behold, there he sees it, a green 10 feet tall reptile on all fours, huffing and shaking its head, clung onto his neck is no other than Namjoon himself, trying his hardest to hold on for his life while he tries to stab the creature with the spear that acts more like a sharp stick against this monster.

Jungkook has no idea where this creature came from or why his hyung is on its back, but he's damn sure he isn't going to let Namjoon die in the jaws of this monster.

“Joon! Get off its back!” Jungkook shouts from the top of his lungs, getting the attention of his hyung, thankfully, he heard him or felt his intentions through the force, and so he leaps off its back to the side, rolling to safety.

Jungkook descends from his spot from the branch, summoning the force to cease the creature in its tracks by exuding pressure in front of it, acting as a temporary barrier.

The creature’s weight has Jungkook skidding back a few steps, shaking its head, confused as to why there's something in its way despite not seeing any physical obstacle, but then its eyes zero in on Jungkook’s figure a few feet away, and with a mighty roar that showcases its sharp teeth, it decides to pounce on Jungkook, but Jungkook once again stops it with his force before he wields his lightsaber purely with the force, calling it from where he laid it out for safekeeping right outside the forest, thankfully they've moved closer to the forest clearing, Jungkook was planning on ending it once and for all by plunging the weapon into its throat, however, the creature had unfortunately caught sight of Jungkook’s lightsaber, and with a swish of its tail, albeit with a wail of pain from the burn of the saber, the lightsaber is smashed to pieces, distracted by his prized weapon destroyed right in front of his eyes, Jungkook was was nearly bitten by the creature if Namjoon hadn't used the force to pull him out of the way.

“Fuck, did you bring your lightsaber?” Jungkook asks.

“No, I didn't expect we'd come across anything that needed one,” Namjoon says before he advances onto the monster once again, with the spear in hand, he leaps onto the monster’s neck once more, angering it.

“Try to strike its eyes out!” Namjoon suggests, and with a sigh, Jungkook follows suit, trying his best to balance with the aid of the force, Jungkook tries to get the spear into its throat, but the reptile's strong scales wouldn't budge, protecting itself like an armour.

“The spear isn't strong enough to penetrate its scales, if we blind it, we might be able to find its weak spot on its underbelly,” Namjoon informs Jungkook, to which the latter nods, trying his best to weaken its sight, but things prove to be tough since the monster is trying its hardest to shake them off like they're merely pesky flies.

Jungkook hopes they'll get out of this alive.

*page break*

An insistent throbbing in the back of your head rouses you from your nap, immediately you can tell something’s wrong, and that something being Jungkook, you're not sure how it works, but having a force bond with someone is like an invisible string, and the throbbing at the back of your head is similar to a thread being yanked on, beckoning you for help, even if the person in danger didn't specifically asked for you.

You quickly get dressed and grab your hoverboard, you shouldn't be riding it in hallways, but the route from your unit to Jungkook’s unit is quite near, some staff did give you the side eye, but you needed to be quick.

“Droid, where's Lord Jungkook?” you ask the droid standing guard as you skid to a stop in front of Jungkook’s unit.

“Lord Jungkook has went hunting with Lord Kim in the forest, miss, would you like to schedule an appointment to meet with Lord Jungkook after he comes back?” the droid asks, but you have taken off in a haste once you knew of his location.

After zooming through the hallways with many apologies given, you finally reach the entrance of the forest, and gathered around an empty clearing are five storm troopers.

“Lord Jungkook is in danger, I need all of you to follow me into the forest,” you ordered, all of them scrambled to their feet, but the leader, the one with a red graphic print on their shoulder pad remains seated.

“With all due respect, miss, but we were ordered to await Lord Jungkook’s arrival back from the forest, and given Lord Jungkook’s capabilities, I doubt he is in any danger,” they dismissed.

“Are you questioning my authority and capability of wielding the power of the force?!” you question with a flick of your wrist, the trooper is being tossed high up into the air, screaming on top of their lungs before they begin apologising and pleading for your forgiveness.

“Miss, look, there's birds flying out in flocks from that direction,” another trooper informs you, so you quickly let the trooper down and hop on your hoverboard.

“I sent all of you my tracking so you can follow my lead, call backup as well,” you say before taking off into the direction of where the commotion was at.

You've been in the forest many times to train alone, but you've never delved into the thick of it like this before, where the trees are more dense from one another.

You try feeling your way through the forest as well as following Jungkook’s energy force like a beacon, but one thing for sure, there's definitely something that doesn't belong in the forest, you can sense its immense size sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the other creatures.

When you reach a clearing, you see the monster in its entirety, its eyes blazing, mad that Jungkook and Lord Kim are trying their best to deter it in its path by blocking its vision, though, you can tell they're trying their best to injure it.

“Jungkook get out of the way!” you shout from the top of your lungs as you summon your knives, the knives flying through the air with the power of your force, Jungkook dodges right before the knives are impaled into its left eye, roaring at the pain, and also distracted, you used this chance to take it down, your lightsaber alight before you took off, summoning the force to give you a boost to your jump, stabbing the lightsaber into its neck before you let the force of gravity do its thing, slicing its neck all the way down.

You jump back when the blood of the creature starts to spray out in jets, but in doing so, you miss the snap of its jaw, you feel a familiar hand reach out to grab you before the creature could have your life one last time, you were pushed away, a loud curse reaches your ear, you look back to see Jungkook throwing a spear with all his might into the monsters jaw, the creature whimpers at the unexpected pain, before it finally succumbs to its injuries, falling to the side lifelessly.

With a sigh of relief, you quickly turn to Jungkook, but your blood runs cold at the sight, his back has obvious scratch marks from the creature's teeth and his clothes are drenched in his blood.

“Jungkook!” you call with a wretched sob before the man before you sways, you quickly catch him before he falls, his whole weight crashing onto you.

Then you hear the troopers, most of them bought weapons but thankfully one of them thought of bringing a stretcher, better late than never at least, you thought with a sigh.

Lord Kim calls out your name before offering you help in manoeuvring Jungkook onto the stretcher.

“Jungkook’s going to be fine, he's seen worse, let's hurry back to get you checked out as well,” Lord Kim says as he checks you for any obvious injuries.

“Thank you, Lord Kim,” you say with a bow, but he quickly dismisses you and tells you to call him by his name as well, just like his wife.

You can’t help but worry when you watch the many different machines scanning him and tending to his wounds, you can’t help the pangs of aches in your heart when the sight of his old battle scars meets your eyes.

“You’ve been overlooking the droids for a long time now, darling, the next procedure’s going to be more invasive, how about we let the droids work in privacy?” Sejin says, and immediately the droids start undressing Jungkook more, so you quickly agree and make a turn to leave Jungkook’s room in a haste.

“You need to get some rest yourself, darling, you can visit him after the droids are done,” Sejin says, and you agree, you do feel tired after all that’s happened.

*page break*

A groan leaves Jungkook when he rouses, a slight ache settling into his body, nothing out of the ordinary, but what he didn’t expect was the weight that he feels on the area of his wrist, he cracks opens his eyes and he sees you, asleep, bent over with your arms folded as a makeshift pillow, then everything comes rushing over him, the beast, you swooping in to help him and Namjoon fight it off, and him getting hurt because of saving you.

Jungkook sighs to himself at the reminder of that memory, he can’t avoid you any longer, it’s not professional nor it is healthy for the two of you moving forward by putting a strain on your relationship this way, but he can’t help but be pissed that you almost got hurt again, but he knows he and Namjoon would’ve struggled to take down that monster by themselves.

Jungkook sees you stir just as the force bond tingles at the back of his neck.

You jolt awake at the sight of Jungkook awake and staring at you with those intense eyes of his, and so you did the thing you rarely ever do, bolting.

“I’m gonna go inform Lord and Lady Kim,” you mutter in one breath and leave before Jungkook could say anything to you.

Jungkook sighs before he hears a droid coming to him to rattle off his vitals, he begrudgingly leaves the comfort of his bed to wash up, and when he comes out, Namjoon and Sejin are seated on his living room sofa.

“Look who finally decided to wake up,” Namjoon teases before he engulfs his friend into a bone crushing hug, a hand patting his back a little too hard, but Jungkook’s used to it by now.

“How long was I out?” Jungkook asks when his friend finally pulls away.

“About two days, silly girl didn’t leave your side ever since you laid on that bed,” Namjoon informs, and that’s when Jungkook notices it.

His home is usually very neat, he’s what most people call a neat freak, but now there’s things scattered around, a practice stick laying on the ground, a book of his on the coffee table with a bookmark shoved in haphazardly, and some of his photo frames misplaced, and scarily enough, he doesn’t feel an ounce of irritation.

“Poor girl didn’t leave your bedside, worried to death,” Sejin pipes up with a glint in her eyes, she knows the topic about the two of you can’t be avoided at this point.

“You should’ve told her I was going to be fine and to get back to her own life,” Jungkook says with a sigh, thinking about how you were cooped up here for almost 3 days.

“You think we didn’t try telling her that? She didn’t listen, as stubborn as you are, unsurprisingly, but that’s what you saw in her isn’t it?” Namjoon teases and Jungkook turns away to his shelf, seemingly arranging his things, but he’s just looking at what you browsed according to the movement of his things.

“That’s what I saw in her as my pandawan,” Jungkook clarifies but he hears Sejin’s snicker.

Jungkook lifts up a snowglobe of some sort from his collection of random things from his endeavours before he abruptly slams it down when he hears both of his friends now blatantly laughing at him.

“Are the two of you here to inquire about my health or gossip about me in front of my face?” Jungkook questions, turning back to face his friends with a scorned expression, he’s not used to people blatantly going against him this way.

“Oh come on, Jungkook, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity to get my lick back for all the years you teased me about Sejin,” Namjoon jokes.

Jungkook curses at his teenage self for not shutting up, with a roll of his eyes, he plops down on the couch with a huff, and suddenly, Jungkook looks so much like his younger self to the couple.

“Cut him some slack, love, I wasn’t your pandawan, so things do seem more complicated, but these are just surface things, Jungkook ah, if you have no bad intentions then what’s stopping you? If anything happens, you’ll regret having not been loved or have loved someone, trust me, Namjoon and I, we’ve been in tight situations before we left all this behind, and in that moment, I had no regrets because I had a fulfilled life loving and being loved by Namjoon, but I understand why you’re hesitant, since you’re all good and up on your feet, we’ll leave you to continue resting up, we’ll come by tomorrow again,” Sejin says, tugging a very confused Namjoon on his feet.

“Let the poor boy figure things out, he’s just woken up and now he’s clouded by all these emotions,” he hears Sejin say under her breath to Namjoon, but Jungkook doesn’t hear what Namjoon says, nor does he bother to correct Sejin that he’s no longer the boy that she used to watch over with Namjoon but in fact a grown man in his 30s.

After his friends’ departure, Jungkook sits in silence in his own unit, ‘are you not coming back to check up on him?’, he wonders with a displeased sigh.

When it gets late to the point where he knows you’re most probably asleep, he gives up waiting on you. Jungkook’s eyes land on a bracelet he’s never seen before when he heads to bed, sitting idly on his nightstand, ‘did his droids find this when they were cleaning his room during his brief coma?’ he wonders to himself, but he doesn’t remember any of his past conquests wearing anything of this sort, but to be fair, he doesn’t remember much about them, if anything arises his suspicions, he’ll just check the cameras in his home, he brushes the bracelet off, he’ll just drop it off lost and found tomorrow, he decides before letting sleep consume him once more.

But not long after he fell asleep, at least according to the clock on his bedside, he hears rustling coming from his living room, he immediately jerks awake at the realisation, summoning the force, the spare lightsaber he owns flying into his outstretched arm before he creeps into his own living room.

His eyes lock in on a familiar figure and now that he’s more awake, he can sense it’s you just by the bond.

“What are you doing here at this hour?” Jungkook questions while he lowers his weapon, letting his guard back down.

You turn around with a surprise gasp from your hunched position over his couch, seemingly searching for something before he caught you like a deer in headlights.

“I realised a bracelet of mine is missing, it was gifted to me by Lady Kim and I’m having breakfast with her tomorrow, so I had to come back to look for it or it’d seem rude to show up without it,” you explain in one frantic breath, standing a little too straight for comfort now.

“You could’ve come to get it earlier,” Jungkook deadpans, arms folded over his chest with a sigh.

“Well. I didn’t want to disturb you, and Lord and Lady Kim were over, so I didn’t want to intrude,” you say, but both of you know that’s not the main reason.

“The droids picked up your bracelet, it’s in my room,” Jungkook says, turning back to the direction of his bedroom, silently beckoning you to follow him, which you do.

Then you see the familiar glint of the beads on his nightstand that you had familiarised yourself with the past few days.

Jungkook takes a seat on his bed before he retrieves the bracelet from his nightstand, beckoning you over with a flick of his wrist, and so you move to stand before him, gently, he grasps your non-dominant hand in his before he slides the bracelet back onto your wrist.

“Take a seat, I’m not here to discipline you,” Jungkook says before patting the spot on the bed next to him.

“We need to have a talk about how you’re constantly putting yourself in danger for me, but in short, stop doing that, don’t risk your life for me,” Jungkook says curtly, keeping things straight to the point.

“Why are you acting like I’m the one who got hurt?” you retorted, but before Jungkook could remind you of what happened, you beat him to it, you have a fast mouth on you, that Jungkook acknowledges.

“I get it, you saved me, but if I wasn’t there, that monster might’ve hurt you or Lord Kim like really badly, just because you’re my master, doesn’t mean you’re invincible,” you reasoned, and Jungkook equally loves and hates this part of you, the way you stand up to him with little to no fear, he doesn’t have many equals in this position other than Namjoon and Sejin, but unfortunately for you, this is what keeps Jungkook on his toes and also the reason his temper fires up.

“I’m not invincible, but you’re not either!” Jungkook retrots, his voice booming in his spacious unit, his eyes ablaze, chest heaving. Jungkook rarely ever raises his voice, if he’s mad at someone for a failed task, he’d merely dispose of them, which is why he’s bad at controlling his emotions around you, he’s never needed to keep himself in check and this doesn’t help the fact that you’re a hot headed person yourself too.

“You don’t get it do you? I don’t want you to risk your life for me!” Jungkook’s so agitated to the point where he’s stood up now, a hand running through his hair.

“We’re all risking our lives for this cause anyway, what’s the difference between me and you?! Why are you ‘allowed’ to get hurt for this cause but I’m not?! Wh-

“Because I can’t stand to see you hurt!”

“What’s the difference between me and all the other millions of people under you?!”

Hearing your outburst, Jungkook walks away with a shake of his head, going to that planet and insisting on wiping out your old master and the rest of his pandawans turned his life over like a snowglobe, and he doesn’t know if it’s for the better when the snowstorm in his head is still raging.

“Don’t make me say it,” Jungkook mutters under his breath, defeated almost, something you’d never thought you’d ever describe Jungkook as.

“Cherishing someone isn’t a sign of weakness, Jungkook,” you lament with a sigh, if this was your bed you would’ve crashed onto it, reasoning with Jungkook is such a mental turmoil.

“It’s wrong if it goes beyond the limit,” Jungkook says, throwing his hands up, very much exasperated, and the sight of you seemingly so calm and collected just pisses him off more.

“What limit, Jungkook?! You’re backing yourself into this non-existent wall for no goddamn reason-

“Because I have feelings for you!” Jungkook bellows, his facial muscles strained to the point where you think he might actually self-combust, then in a flash, you’re being thrown backwards onto Jungkook’s bed, the wind knocked out of you, distantly you can hear Jungkook’s furniture and knick knacks in his room falling over in quick thumps and numerous shatters of glass.

“Fuck,” you hear Jungkook curse before he comes rushing over to you, his worried face coming into view.

“I’m fine, not hurt,” you say before Jungkook helps you sit up from his bed.

“I had no idea having feelings for me is such an agonising experience to the point where you’d have such an explosive reaction,” you mutter bitterly as you sit up from Jungkook’s bed.

“It’s agonising because it’s not right, not because of you,” Jungkook says in a disheartened tone, looking away from you, head hanging low in the glow of his lamp in the corner.

“You’re big bad Dark Lord and you’re scared about what people say behind your back?!” you question with full offence, head whipped to the direction of the pathetic man you’d looked up to for so long, he tenses up at your accusation, and he turns to face you in an instant, his venomous eyes piercing into yours.

“If someone even dares to speak ill of me or you, they’ll regret it in their last dying breath,” Jungkook warns with a slight growl, and to your dismay, it sends a chill down your spine.

“Then what’s your damn issue? Don’t tell me you suddenly have a moral high ground, you kill and torture, but you’re not willing to touch your pandawan?!” you shout in his face before you could register to filter that damn primal part of yourself.

“It’s because I’m so much older you, god damnit!” Jungkook retorts, hands flailing, you’ve never seen him so out of his damn mind, and it kind of feeds into your ego that you can make the most powerful man in the universe crumble this way.

“So what? I’m an adult, now and back when we met,” you say a little calmly for Jungkook’s liking, like he’s pathetic for having all these valid concerns.

“I could be your father at this age of mine,” Jungkook mutters dejectedly.

“Maybe boys my age are of no interest to me, have you thought about that?” you fire back, and Jungkook looks at you like you just said the most scandalised thing he’s ever said, you hate it when he babies you like a child, you have made no reckless decision ever since you came here, your most reckless being hurling a giant rock at Jungkook, not that it matters, it got his attention, and now you have him at your feet.

Suddenly, you feel yourself taken over by a crazy amount of confidence, something must’ve possessed you for you to have the courage to walk over to him, and grasp his face in your hands, the way your dainty fingers envelope his sharp features is a sight you won’t be able to forget, but it’s the way his doe eyes get lost in yours is what made your breath hitch, so you swallow the lump in your throat, the power exchange is borderline addictive, yes, Jungkook is slightly more vulnerable at this moment than you’ve ever seen him, but admitting your feelings to him, your heart on your sleeve for his taking in itself is a form of submission, especially for someone as headstrong as you, and you prove your assumptions true when suddenly his eyes sharpen, piercing into your soul like daggers.

“If you want this, I need to know that you’re mine and I’m yours alone,” he says, his voice tense, as if just the thought of you being with someone else sets off his temper.

“I’m yours for the taking,” you say before you finally seal your lips with his, along with your fate.

*page break*

Celebrations are in full swing after Jungkook led everyone to a victorious conquer of yet another galaxy, but that didn’t come easily, some troopers had sacrificed their lives, many injured, you didn’t get out without a few gashes and many bruises too, but what hurt the most were your ears after being lectured by Jungkook for getting hurt, which is ironic, because he had himself battered up too, you didn’t even bat an eye, just patching him up diligently every single time.

Though now, you hold no grudge against him for that, not when he’s having his big day now, which is why you’re dolled up for the night, well, it’s nothing considered too fancy as compared of the many flamboyant outfits you’ve seen the noblewomen adorn day in and out, but it is however, considered dressing up for you, in a glittery dress that shows off your silhouette.

Eyes trace your figure when you make your way through the hall where the celebratory dinner is held, all the way until Jungkook notices you, then the eyes on you, which were quickly diverted when they catch the scowl on his face, but it was quickly wiped off his face when he greets you.

“You look beautiful tonight,” Jungkook whispers to you when you take your seat next to him, eyes discreetly looking over at what he can see of your dress from this angle.

“You don’t look too bad yourself too,” you say instantly, holding your tongue on how you love it when he tight fitted formal attire like these, unfortunately, still black, but it’s almost impossible to convince the man to wear any other colour, but purple does make an appearance once in a while, he has almost ten purple shirts in his closet, and yes, you went through his closet just to see if everything was black to confirm your suspicions.

“Thank you, darling,” Jungkook drawls with one more greedy glance at your appearance before he goes back to people watching, observing who would most likely walk up to him next to talk now that you’re in his presence, everyone wants to know more about the apple of Jungkook’s eye, no one had expected Jungkook, with the temper he has going on, would ever be patient enough to teach someone, especially someone from enemy lines.

“Lord Jungkook, congratulations on the success of your last excursion, achieving great things alongside your pandawan I can see,” Lord Bautinite says, a didynon who’s older than the both of you combined says, but instead of addressing Jungkook properly, the old man is staring at you with his big bug eyes that Jungkook’s holding back the urge to poke out.

“Lord Jungkook did most of the heavy lifting, Lord Bautitine, but thank you for your confidence in my capabilities, I’m merely doing my best to support Lord Jungkook on the field,” you say, always humble, Jungkook lost count on the many times you watched his back for him and patched him up, he wouldn’t have successfully conquered that galaxy if you weren’t there.

“What a humble pandawan you got yourself, Jungkook, have you thought about who to arrange her marriage to?” Lord Bautitine asks with a hopeful glint in his eye that has your temper flaring up, but no one else would feel but Jungkook, due to the force bond between you and Jungkook that has gotten even stronger because your relationship with Jungkook exceeds the depth of a normal master-pandawan relationship, the two of you could feel every change and flicker of emotion no matter how brief and how far the two of you are physically. Jungkook doesn’t expect you to lash out though, you never do, you’re the opposite of Jungkook, Jungkook lets his anger be known by everyone, but you could be feeling even angrier than Jungkook about a situation but your face would give nothing away.

“My pandawan is a grown adult who’s capable of making her own decisions, I have no desire to arrange a marriage for her, she’s free to choose who she wants to be with or to stay single,” Jungkook answers without a second of hesitation, he knows this question would come up sooner or later.

“I have no desire for marriage in the near future, Lord Bautitine, for now my passion lies in serving The New Order only,” you reply with a smile plastered on your face while your temper continues to flare up the force, Jungkook doesn’t know how you do it.

“It’d be a pity to lose such a useful worker to marriage so soon, though I’m sure she will still dedicate a lot her time in her work, I might not be very lenient on her partner if they ever get in the way of her and her work though,” Jungkook says, an indirect warning that underlies the meaning of fuck off.

“Why yes, I hope you find someone who respects your boundaries one day,” Lord Bautitine says to you before he quickly excuses himself to speak to someone else passing by.

“It’s insane how well you manage to compose your anger,” Jungkook says with an amused shake of his head, he was trying so hard not to kill him, but he knows Lord Bautitine has influence in the local economy here, it’d be messy to kill him off.

“I’m surprised you’re getting better at managing your anger too,” you have to give tens where tens are due.

“If he had laid a hand on you he would be dead by now,” Jungkook says casually before taking a swig of his drink, smiling over the rim of his glass when he sees you laugh and your anger fizzling out, but soon, there’s more people to meet, only excusing yourself when the next course rolls out, you don’t mind socialising with Jungkook, but you would never compromise for food and Jungkook respects that.

Deeper into the night, you excuse yourself and leaving Jungkook to his own devices, Jungkook knows your social battery has a limit and he has no desire to drag you around talking to dickheads anyways, it’s normal for you to retire earlier when there’s events like these, and if anyone dares to question Jungkook about your loyalties and hard work, Jungkook allows his displeasure to be known in the most brutal way possible.

*page break*

When Jungkook finally retires to his own quarters, he breathes a sigh of relief when he takes in the comfort of his abode that once felt empty to him, most days you slept over, you practically live here, and so Jungkook’s home now has bright pops of colours, cute cushions from the market, your cup on the kitchen island, and the many jewellery you have lying around here and there that Jungkook bought many of, he reminds himself that this is what he’s doing for, staying in power means he has the means to keep you safe, Jungkook reminds himself as he quietly peels away his clothes to hop in the shower for a quick rinse before joining you in bed, a cute bundle between his sheets.

However, to his surprise, the cute bundle between his sheets is now laying on his bed, your smooth legs posed enticingly, kicking the air lightly while your bum takes the spotlight, the giant red bow sitting prettily at the dip of your back catching Jungkook’s attention instantly.

“What do we have here? Thought you were fast asleep,” Jungkook questions as he rounds his bed with quick strides, tossing his towel aside when he deems his hair dry enough.

“I was, but I heard you in the shower,” you’ve always been a light sleeper from years of being on the run, Jungkook sighs when he remembers that fact, he’s so glad he had that old man die a painful death for what he put you through.

“Aren’t you tired? You didn’t have to do all this for me, having the pleasure to hold you close is enough of a blessing,” Jungkook says as he slides into bed next to you, his nose immediately goes to the juncture of your neck, inhaling your scent mixed with his shower gel, tickling you in the process, his chest blooming at the sound of your sweet giggle.

“Missed you, you’ve been so busy, you deserve a reward too, for all your hard work in the order,” you say before you lead his face to yours, capturing his lips with yours, your hand tangling into his hair, your breath hitching when you feel Jungkook manoeuvre you atop of his lap, he wants you as close as possible after being apart for so long, it’s been only 4 hours max, but Jungkook is a fiend for your presence.

When Jungkook could tell you were getting lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, he pulled away, his eyes immediately trained on the way your eyes had glossed out, lost in the kiss the two of you shared.

“Gorgeous,” Jungkook praises under his breath as he brushes your hair back from your face, taking the sight of you in, he's the luckiest man in this universe, and it's not because of the empire he has, but because of you.

“You mentioned a reward just now, darling,” Jungkook reminds you, with his thumb holding your chin in place, he knows that such a simple gesture has your panties slicking up, always a menace in riling you up.

“Wanna make you feel good,” you emphasise with a roll of your hips, Jungkook’s length twitching at the action, impatient to be inside of you, “but first, how about dessert?” you ask before lightly pushing Jungkook to lay on his back, an amused huff leaving his lips.

“It's like you read my mind, sweetheart,” Jungkook says as he bunches up your nightgown, surprised but very much happy to find that you had forgone panties tonight, “don't hold back, I want your entire weight on my face,” Jungkook demands, knowing that you have the tendency to hover over his face instead of giving him the full meal.

You sigh at your lover’s insistence, so instead of replying him, you take your seat, successfully shutting up and satisfying him, obvious by the groan he emits once he gets the first taste of you, groaning into your core, the vibrations and his tongue have you gasping for air, quickly holding onto the headboard for your dear life.

Jungkook has always been straight to the point in all aspects of his life, which is why he immediately dives his tongue deep inside, the action messes your balance while you curse from the sudden shocks of pleasure, Jungkook, being the observant lover he is, immediately notices and stables you with a palm on one of your cheeks, taking the chance to grab a handful of you, making you squeak at the pinch of his fingers.

Jungkook smiles against your flesh, and to level up a notch, he then frees his other hand from where it was wrapped around your calf to where your bundle of nerves reside, drawing quick circles, timing them perfectly with the thrust of his tongue that has you gasping his name breathlessly between moans.

Jungkook could sense you were getting closer when you started grinding down to meet his tongue, he could sense the beating of your heart quickening, and lets you do as you please, eyes wide open as he takes in the beautiful, but slightly obstructed sight of you chasing your own pleasure with his face, you being rightfully in your place, Jungkook might as well be the king of this universe, but you are the queen of his world, and a queen deserves the rightful place of a throne, and what better throne than Jungkook himself?

When you finally reach your high, Jungkook rolls your hips for you, helping you ride out your orgasm while stabling you atop of him as you convulse, your knuckles whiten as you let yourself be overtaken by the pleasure coursing through your body, completely undone by Jungkook’s expert hand and mouth, you can feel that he's drinking you in, trying his best to collect your sweet nectar with his tongue, you had to remove yourself on your shaky legs in order for him to give up, chest heaving as your gather your bearings, laying on the bed next to Jungkook.

But soon the man has other plans than letting you rest, Jungkook having an almost wicked smile on his face.

“I can't feel my legs yet, how about I let you use my mouth as an interlude,” you joke, which gets a laugh out of Jungkook.

“It's fine, I can do the heavy lifting first,” Jungkook dismisses before he wraps your legs around his waist, moving you about like a doll before he bends down to place a short and sweet kiss on your lips, the gesture full of love in the midst of your throngs of passion, it never fails to bring a smile on your face when he does this.

Jungkook then leans back to focus on the task on hand, grasping himself, his cock almost painfully hard from enduring through hearing your pleasure, but Jungkook enjoys hearing the way you react to him without any distractions, he's a patient man when it comes to you, well to a certain degree, he thinks to himself as he pumps himself a few times before he finally positions himself at your slit, probing with his cockhead, teasing you, which earns him a few whines and a light thump of your leg on his back before he finally relents, sliding into your heat slowly, his brows furrowed as he focuses on the feeling of being engulfed by your warmth.

You tighten your legs around Jungkook’s waist when you feel the familiar addictive feeling of being filled up, nails digging into Jungkook’s arm.

“Doing so well for me, baby, always so wet for me,” you hear Jungkook say, whispering sweet nothings into your ear until he bottoms out, he hears you panting by his ear as he waits for you to adjust, and in the meantime he takes off your nightgown, letting his eyes wander, basking in on all your naked glory.

“We've been doing this for so many times, and yet you're still so entranced,” you comment as you watch the way his huge eyes trace every little bit of your skin.

“I'd never be bored of the sight of you, especially when you're on top of me,” Jungkook says as his hands join in on the mix, tracing every curve on your body, making you shiver from the featherlight touches.

“Thought I'd look best like this, under your mercy,” you joke, getting a chuckle out of Jungkook.

“You'll see why in a bit,” Jungkook comments before he gives an experimental thrust, your gasp of pleasure a telltale sign that you're ready for more.

Jungkook starts off with a mild pace before he hears you begging for him to go faster, your legs tightening around him as you fully immerse yourself in the pleasure you're receiving, your body tensing up with the overwhelming amount of pleasure running through your veins, especially when Jungkook lowered his head to capture one of your bosoms into his lips, sucking diligently as hips continue their unforgiving pace, never missing his target of the spot that has your head spinning.

“Close,” you gasp out when you feel the coil in your belly threatening to snap.

Jungkook ceases all movements before pulling out of you gently, he then manoeuvres you on top of him, taking your place on the bed.

“You wanted to know why I prefer the sight of you on top, this is why,” Jungkook says before tilting your head up to look at the mirror he had installed on his ceiling, and true to his words, the sight is a bewitching one, the way your body has a healthy glowy sheen from the exertion, and the way Jungkook is looking up at you, eyes trained on your reflection, the most powerful man in the universe, and his pleasure is at your mercy, and at that moment, you feel like you could strike even the most powerful entity down, Luke Skywalker be damned if he wasn't dead.

“Do you see what I see now? My queen, rightfully on her throne,” Jungkook says after he tips your head back down to stare into your eyes, he needs to get the idea in your head, it should be a crime that you had no idea of how powerful and mesmerising you look on top of him.

Instead of replying him with words, you smash your lips against his, pouring all your love out through it, you rarely initiate such an intense kiss, but soon you hand the reins over to Jungkook, even though you love having power over him, submitting to him is what you enjoy most in your love trysts.

A moan slips from your lips to his when he slips back inside you with a quick adjustment of his hand, the familiar fullness more than welcomed, and Jungkook then immediately sets a rigorous pace, thrusting in an upwards motion while his eyes look into yours, attention unfazed despite his hips working hard to tip the scales of your impending high.

Alas, at the end of the day, Jungkook is only a man, which is why he elicits a giggle out of you when you catch his eyes do a quick sweep of the bouncing motions of your breasts.

“You won't be laughing soon, my love,” Jungkook taunts before he lands a quick spank on one of your cheeks, the sweet tinge of pain nearly sending you over the edge, and seeing the damn smirk on Jungkook’s face, you know damn well he felt you clenching on him.

Jungkook then slows down his pace, switching to slower deeper thrusts that have you clawing his back with long thin marks that he would wear proudly for the days to come.

“I want you to cum, darling,” Jungkook breathes into your ear, sending a shudder running down your back, his voice quiet but still commanding, but what comes next is a surprise, something that merely agreed upon but Jungkook hadn't tested the waters until now.

Jungkook wraps a hand round your neck, not squeezing like you expected him to, but then you feel it, the way your throat constricts by the force lightly, cutting part of your airflow.

“Look up, sweetheart,” Jungkook demands, and you heed, staring at your own lust driven body, the light sheen of sweat making you shimmer under the artificial lights.

“Look at you, right where you belong, on your throne, is my cock treating you well, my Queen?” Jungkook taunts before he stops all airflow for a single second, and that's when you lose it, your orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks, a curse stuck at the back of your throat because of Jungkook, but when he ceases control of your breathing, your mind blanks out from the all encompassing pleasure, your legs shake as you feel yourself cumming as if you can't stop, soiling the sheets as Jungkook whispers sweet nothings into your ear about how good you did, a hand slipped down to your clit to rub slow circles onto it to curb you to clench around him tighter before he spills into you with a groan. Jungkook then lays you down on the clean side of the bed, before he retrieves the box of tissues on his nightstand to clean you and himself up quickly, he doesn't want to make a mess on the way to the bathroom, he wants the droid to change the sheets then get out of his hair as soon as possible.

“Don't pull out yet,” you demand with a weakened grab of Jungkook’s arm to get his attention, just in case he can't hear you from how soft you are, Jungkook has you spent tonight if you're being honest.

“Anything for you, my love,” you hear Jungkook say with a kiss to your temple before you feel yourself succumb to sleep.

When you wake up from your much needed slumber, you let yourself some time to just feel and appreciate the fact that you're being held in the arms of the love of your life before extracting yourself from said arms, which is quite the feat when Jungkook is built with all muscles and almost zero fat percentage.

When you finally succeed in escaping his embrace, you sigh lovingly at how peaceful Jungkook looks in his sleep, none of that constant frown that he sports when he's awake and stressed about whatever task he needs to attend to, you think he even resembles a rabbit when he sleeps, all pouty lips and his nose twitching now and then, he's gonna throw a fit if he hears your thoughts now, he hates it when you call him cute, are you still going to do it? Absolutely, but for now, you're gonna let him rest up more.

You're still fresh from the bath Jungkook must've taken with you when you were asleep, so you quickly wash up and pad into the kitchen to get a warm cup of water for the both of you, settling Jungkook’s cup down on his side of the nightstand before you walk to the large floor to ceiling window of his bedroom that overlooks the beautiful garden within the base compound.

“You're gonna fall sick parading around naked in my home like this,” you hear Jungkook say before you turn your head to catch him just as bare as you before he retrieves a blanket from your reading nook armchair to drape around both of you, but you with the added layer of bulging muscles.

“This is considered warm for me, I've been through worse conditions, don't worry,” you say before Jungkook steals your cup out of your hands for a quick sip before putting it on the nearby bookshelf to wrap his arms around you once more.

“I'm sorry I didn't find you sooner,” Jungkook mutters as he snuggles his face into your neck, breathing you in, he loves it when you smell like his body wash.

“It's fine, I was just making a joke out of it, you know, no need to get all wound up over it for me,” you say as you reach back to brush through his hair gently.

“Still, I'm glad you're here, and that all those conditions didn't stop us from meeting. I love you so much,” Jungkook says while he wraps you round his arms even tighter than you thought possible, screw rabbit, he reminds you of one of those giant bone crushing serpents you dealt with in the past.

“I love you too, my love,” you say through staggered breath from how he's almost crushing you, but you let Jungkook enjoy this moment a little longer as you bask in his warmth embrace because all’s well that ends well to end up with Jungkook.

The End.

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