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targaryen-dynasty · 6 months

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INNATE DESIRES.

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Maegor Targaryen x niece!Reader

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT — MINORS DNI; canon typical incest/targcest, p in v, profanity, semi public sex, size kink, power imbalance, breeding, choking, female reader (no mentions of looks besides purple eyes)

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NOTES: The events of this start somewhere between 41 AC to 44 AC, while the rest takes place around 45 AC. Visenya has not died (yet), but Cersye, Alys and Tyanna have. Aegon and Rhaena are captured at Crakehall, and Viserys is still his squire and hostage.

After the passing of your father, you, your younger siblings and mother had fled from Dragonstone to Driftmark almost immediately. It was a blessing and a curse altogether, because it meant you could keep your life after the arrival and coronation of your uncle Maegor, while you would have loved nothing more than to witness the sight of the Black Dread’s shadow devouring the castle on the eponymous island.

When the Dowager Queen and Vhagar arrived, it was her that urged your mother to come back to join the busy life at court – meaning you and your siblings were to abandon her childhood home Driftmark.

Your mother’s stay in the capital was brief, and you assumed it was because she could not stand to be separated from her children any longer, as Visenya had ordered you four to Dragonstone instead.

Two years after your arrival, it was evident that you had become a prisoner in all but name to Visenya on Dragonstone, barely allowed to leave the castle. When she was not around, her spies and vipers were.

And so it was even more surprising that, when you were summoned to the Throne Room in the midst of your lessons, you came face to face with none other than your uncle. He sat on the throne, his mother lingering not too far away. With him in the room, his big frame concealing most of the impressive seat, it was even more apparent how frail she had become over the years. If you would have to guess, she would not do much longer.

As your purple eyes met his, it was as if a wildfire ignited in your body, coursing through your veins, vividly remembering the night you had caught him speaking to your father about a possible betrothal. But it also angered you, knowing that he had left for Pentos with his second wife not long after, without even saying goodbye.

On the other side of the throne stood none other than your mother, and while both Visenya and Maegor seemed rather smug and pleased, Alyssa had a grim expression on her face.

Like an invisible string luring your body towards his, you came to a stop shortly before the first step to where he sat. “Your Grace.“ You smiled sweetly at him and slightly bowed your head, more out of courtesy than true belief, because your brother Aegon was the rightful heir to the Iron Throne after all.

At least five knights guarded the door to the Throne Room behind you, and when Maegor rose from his seat with the pommel of Blackfyre fidgeting between his thick fingers, you were certain that was the moment your life came to an end.

His steps were heavy as he walked down the steps, coming to a stop just shy of you. His domineering frame was looming over yours, and you had long forgotten the last time you had to crane your neck to look up at someone as tall and big as he was.

“Leave us,“ Maegor’s gruff voice rang out, and when both Dowager Queens opened their mouths to protest, he was quick to shush them with a simple raise of his hand. Even when they walked past you, you did not dare break eye contact with your uncle, and while he usually was a hard and brutal man, there was a hint of softness in his eyes solely reserved for you.

When you two were the only people left in the room, he directed his voice towards you. “You have grown,“ he stated, his eyes traveling up and down your body. With the defiance of a young woman, you jutted out your chin just slightly, nonchalantly looking up at him. “How would you know?“ you asked. “Five years and you have not once come to visit me.“

Your uncle chuckled dryly, one hand coming up to pinch your chin. “You know ‘tis not as easy as you make it seem.“

From how much your father had told you after Maegor’s departure, you knew he probably was right, though you had yet to find out the true reason behind it. With his longing stare making you somewhat uneasy, the pregnant pause between you two grew thicker with tension.

Until your voice cut through it.

“Why are you here, uncle? Do you not have a wife to care for and a realm to rule?“

“I do,“ he said, his tone growing a bit harsher as the memory of the stranger taking his three wives not too many moons ago flashed before his eyes. “I am here for you.“

A small crease formed between your brows at his words. “I am afraid I do not understand.“

“Maybe you will understand this.“ Where his paw had rested on your chin before, it traveled down to your waist, almost taking up its entirety with his fingers splayed out.

He dipped his head towards yours, but you were quick to bring your hand up between your faces, taking a careful step back. “We can not,“ you stated, trying to sound stern, yet you were betrayed by your fluttering nerves, your heart beating in your throat.

With his hand still on your waist, he pulled you back against his firm chest as if you weighed nothing, the sheer display of his strength bringing heat to your cheeks. “The matter is settled already. I shall take you as my wife in a sennight,“ he said. “I have waited long enough for this, and with my brother dead there is no one left to deny me.“

“My mother–“

“Has no other choice than to give me what I want.“ The threat was unspoken but clear.

Every attempt to speak against him was silenced by his lips on yours. The kiss was far from being gentle, and it was evident he claimed your lips with a carnal need. With his hands traveling over the curves of your waist down to your rear, roughly fisting the skirts of your gown, it was obvious that he intended to do the same with your body.

Your heart was racing, pounding against the confines of your ribcage when your lips parted, releasing a shaky breath. “I-I have never–,” you whimpered, trailing off as you looked at him with wide eyes. Every ounce of affection and gentleness Maegor mayhaps held before had vanished with a snap, leaving only a man hungry for your virtue.

But no matter how badly your body ached for his touch, having craved it for so, so long, you pulled away to walk past him, climbing the few steps towards the throne with shaky legs as a heat settled at the apex of them. You had to bring some space between the two of you, mayhaps that allowed your thoughts to clear again.

”My brother Aegon–,“ you started, but were interrupted when you tripped over one of the last steps, causing you to topple forwards. Taking in a sharp breath while bracing yourself on your hands and knees, Maegor was quick to not allow you to get back on your feet. Kneeling down next to you with one hand resting in the place between your shoulders, he applied just enough pressure to keep you down.

“Where is your craven brother now, sweetling?“ he emphasized the nickname with a condescending tone, and it should have you feeling sick to the stomach, not aroused. “Not here. He had the chance to claim the Iron Throne, but he did not take it.“

His hand brushed over the bodice of your dress, trailing deep enough so he could cup your arse. But it merely lingered there for a few seconds, never settling. That touch alone still was enough to reignite the flame within you, and only when your fluttered nerves calmed just a bit, you noticed the proximity between you – and how he looked at you with darkened eyes.

Pressing your lips into a thin line, you tried to gather some courage before speaking, “You are just as much of a coward as he is. Coming to claim what is rightfully his when he is besieged at Crakehall.” Another chuckle came from Maegor, but this time it sounded somewhat amused.

“Oh, I know you do not think so highly of your own kin,” he said, a smug smirk pulling on the corners of his chiseled lips. His other hand came up to cup your cheek gently, the pad of his thumb brushing your lips.

“Enough with the mummer's farce, Y/N. Are you not at least a little happy to see me, mh?” It was evident in his mocking tone that he did not really care much about your feelings. You were meant to marry him regardless of what you wanted.

With pleading eyes, you looked at him, slowly nodding your head and allowing your guard to fall – even if only for a few seconds. “Y-Yes.”

“And do you not want to be a good, obedient wife to me?”

If his question did not already choke the air from your lungs, his hand fisting the skirts of your dress to lift it just enough for his hand to snake underneath certainly did. It was him harshly groping the flesh of your arse that caused you to speak again, forcing you without voicing a command.

“I do.”

As his fingers started to drag over the dampened spot in the center of your smallclothes, he got all the confirmation he needed to proceed with his actions. The ministrations of his fingers grew in determination, dragging around your little bud in circular motions and eliciting soft whimpers to fall past your lips. As the pleasure rippled through your body, your hands grabbed the edge of the step beneath you, knuckles blanching from the force.

Shame filled your veins, and you couldn't bring yourself to look at him, instead focusing on the throne in front of you. “I–,” you wanted to repeat your previous words, but your uncle was quick to cut you off. “Then let me be the first and only. You belong to me.”

Any protest was once again silenced by your own gasp as two of his thick digits pushed the linen of your smallclothes aside, scarcely dragging through your soaked mound. Only when they were generously coated in your arousal, he eventually pushed them inside without a warning.

“Gods,” you whimpered, tears brimming in your eyes as your maiden hole tried to adjust to the girth of his fingers. “P-Please…” You did not know what you were begging for. For him to leave you be or for him to give you more?

Maegor seemed to be at least a bit mindful when it came to your maidenhead, keeping his fingers still until they were buried to the hilt. You clenched around him tightly, which caused him to hiss through gritted teeth as if it was his cock plunging deep inside you and not his fingers, hardly preparing you for what was to come.

“Please,” Maegor mocked you with a chuckle, pushing his lips forwards into a pout that feigned his pity. “You are so pretty when you beg, niece.” The ministrations of his fingers were slow, pulling out almost completely only to push right in again. The sounds of pleasure they forced from your throat were enough to drive the man next to you close to insanity.

His head dipped forward, looking you down with a sharp expression that savored the sight of your face contorting in pleasure all because of him. Your body was torn between feeling hungry for him and being humiliated because of him, the interplay leaving you utterly confused, and longing to be filled by something else of his.

When he withdrew his fingers from your cunt, they were glistening with your arousal. The warmth that slowly spread throughout your stomach had vanished just like that, and the whine that slipped past your lips at the loss of friction was the epitome of being pathetic.

He brought his fingers up to his mouth, engulfing them with his lips and humming as if he enjoyed the finest Arbor red the castle had to offer. You squeezed your thighs to soothe the aching that burned between them at the sight, feeling empty and not at all satisfied. “So, so sweet,” he purred, the tone a stark contrast from the harsh one he had used before. His chest rose and fell with each heavy breath he released in the following, the purple of his eyes almost eclipsed by black.

Magor leaned in to nuzzle his nose along your cheek, taking a deep breath and inhaling the scent he had missed so dearly for the past five years.

The softness of his voice and the close contact had you losing yourself in his dominating presence, completely at his mercy. A kiss was pressed to the crown of your head before his bulky frame disappeared behind you, one leg bent at the knee while the other foot was planted firmly on the ground. Because he was so close, you felt him undoing the laces of his breeches, his hands bumping against your arse each time he pulled the strings loose.

Your impatience got the worst of you, masked as a shiver traveling up your spine. You were not sure if you had to accommodate a girth wider or lesser than his fingers, but at this point you did not care. Your body longed for something you hadn’t felt before, and it needed it. Now.

One of his hands darted to your hip, squeezing it harshly while the other wrapped around his hard member. Feeling the impatience take over your body, you pushed your hips back enough for the tip of him to prod at your hole, causing your teeth to sink into your bottom lip.

As you turned your head to look at him from over your shoulder, your hooded eyes met his, a lazy smirk draped over his features. “That is all it takes to change your mind?” he mocked, stifling a grunt as he forced himself into your tightness, your maiden walls squeezing him. “Pathetic.” All of the sudden, his raspy voice was strained, having to restrain himself from pounding into you before he even filled you to the brim. You could see it in the way he set his jaw, forcing you to avert your eyes in fear.

You released a mixture of a whine and a shaky breath, the burning of the stretch prominent enough to cloud your mind and set your body on full alert. With both his paws on your hips, you could not even intervene or squirm away. Every ridge and vein of his cock dragged along your clenching walls as you accommodated the sheer size of his member, not making the stretch any more pleasurable.

“S-Stop,” you whimpered.

And Maegor actually listened, but only because he had bottomed out completely and needed a few moments to regain his composure, adapting to you squeezing him like a vice. “It will become more pleasant soon,” he grunted, trailing his hands up and down your sides in a comforting manner you did not know he possessed. “Trust me.”

The first snaps of his hips were neither hard nor fast, but deep and determined enough to brush that sweet spot inside of you your own fingers had not reached before. Having his breeches pulled down enough to free his cock and the sac of his stones, they slapped against your sensitive bud each time his hips met yours.

With that pace, the burning slowly but surely turned into the pleasure your body had been asking for.

Looking back at him once again, you were blessed with something you hadn’t seen before. A few strands of his usually neat, silver hair hung in front of his face, every now and then clinging to the few beads of sweat on his forehead before the tremors of his thrusts freed them again.

He felt you adjusting to his size, which prompted him to increase the pace to the point he was pounding you. Each impact forced your head to tip forwards and your knees to scrape across the stone floor, barely diminished by the skirt of your dress.

Something you hadn’t anticipated was him bringing his hand in front of you to clasp around your throat. With the strength he possessed, his grip was tight, choking you regardless of him intending to do so or not.

“I want you to look at the throne,” he commanded through gritted teeth, the choking and gasping sounds you made merely a dull noise in the background. “‘Tis the seat our son will sit in one day.”

His other arm snaked around your waist as he pulled your back flush against his firm chest, securing you and keeping you steady despite the reckless snaps of his hips. Mayhaps it was the possibility and danger of the Dowager Queens barging into the Throne Room or because you finally got what you had craved for more than five years, but your peak built in the pit of your stomach far too quickly for your own liking.

“I am going to fuck you so full of my seed, making sure it will bear fruit.”

Maegor shifted his hips, angling them so he was thrusting upwards into you, which had his cock reaching even deeper than before, causing you to mewl and whine. Even if you wanted to, you could not reply, but with a renewed wave of your arousal dripping down his throbbing member and stones, you did not even have to.

“I-I–,” you stammered, his grip not loosening. It was a surprise you managed to inhale enough air to fill your lungs – mayhaps he was better at assessing his strength than you thought.

“Go on,” he rasped, squeezing your throat in a rhythm that matched his hips, sensing your impending peak.

It was embarrassing how quickly your peak took over at his words, rippling through you with soaring pleasure. Each time his stones hit your little bud, your overstimulated body tried to jerk away from him – but to no avail with his strong arm around your waist.

Maegor watched in awe as your body trembled within his grasp, the tremors growing more apparent with each second he did not pull out. His mouth pressed to the side of your face, tongue licking a flat stripe from your jaw up to your temple.

“You want my seed, niece?” he grunted into your ear, “want me to fuck a child into you? See your body swell with my seed?”

Finally loosening the grip he had on your throat to allow you to speak, you croaked a ‘seven hells, yes!’ into the chilly air of the Throne Room. “Put a babe in me… please,” you all but begged, turning your head to the side to catch a glimpse of him – enough to capture his lips with your own.

The response of your body his and your own words elicited was pitiful, but it was just the truth. You wanted his child, the thought lingering in your mind for the past five years. Your walls trembled around him, choking him so tightly the bull of a man behind you had to take a deep breath to keep his composure. But all effort was fruitless when his pulsing cock spent itself inside of your quivering walls.

Each of his grunts and groans was devoured by your lips on his, drinking them down as if they were the only things keeping you alive. Out of instinct, you started to roll your hips against his, prolonging his own peak as you milked him for every drop of his seed.

Maegor was out of breath by the time his movements came to a stop, staying buried inside of you as if he meant to make sure his efforts bore fruit. And you relished in it, despite the vulnerable position it brought you in.

Tipping his forehead against your temple, he closed his purple eyes, breathing shakily before speaking, “merely pack the bare essentials for the travel. We shall depart for King’s Landing in the morrow… on dragon back."

Bowing your head once, you fixed your undergarments and dress once he had pulled out, sitting back on your haunches. With your back facing him, he did not notice the wide grin on your lips.

Mayhaps then you finally were to witness the sight of Balerion’s shadow devouring Westeros' capital.

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justabigassnerd · 7 months

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Rough Days

Pairing - Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x daughter!reader

Word count - 1,516

Warnings - mentions of Goose, death, Mav intentionally stands under very hot water, angst, fluff n comfort at the end

Summary - after losing his best friend, Maverick finds comfort in his daughter

A/N - hey y'all! this was a request sent in by @coffeeandbatboys which I must formally apologise for taking so long to do this request I'm working as fast as I can it's just hard sometimes. I hope I did this idea justice. as per y'all please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

“Goose! Oh no!” Maverick’s panicked words when he saw his best friend’s lifeless body floating in the ocean haunted him. No matter how much Maverick turned up the pressure of the shitty locker room shower, it couldn’t drown out his thoughts. No matter how high he turned the temperature, the scalding water pelting against his back angrily, turning the skin red upon impact, he couldn’t use the pain to distract himself. He felt he deserved every feeling of pain that spread across his back.

When he finally decided to get out of the shower, he pulled on his clothes, stopping before he pulled his shirt on, turning his back to the mirror and craning his neck to look back at it. The skin was an angry red and was stinging slightly but the pain didn’t go beyond that. With a sigh he pulled his shirt on, barely flinching at the stinging of the shirt rubbing the irritated skin before he exited the bathroom, stopping short when he noticed Viper stood outside the room.

“Sir.” Maverick said, caught off-guard by the sudden sight of his chief instructor, instinctively standing up a little straighter just out of habit.

“Relax, Maverick.” Viper says softly, watching as the young aviator loosens the tension in his shoulders, allowing them to sag slightly. Viper felt awful for Maverick, knowing firsthand how hard it is to lose someone. He knew how close Goose and Maverick were, practically attached at the hip inside and out of training.

“Maverick, we’re giving you the rest of the day off. Tomorrow you’ll have to have a meeting with the board of inquiry to discuss the incident to determine what caused it. But for now head home. Spend some time with your little girl.” Viper urges, watching as Maverick’s gaze falls to the floor, shame evident in his body language. Viper hated seeing the normally cocky and smiley aviator so broken. His eyes were bloodshot, and he held no ounce of the person he was within him right now.

“Head home, son.” Viper says softly, watching as Maverick lifts his gaze to nod lightly, more tears shining in his eyes. Viper was confident that Maverick would be cleared of any wrongdoing in the meeting that was to come, no aviator was to blame, it was simply a freak accident.

“Thank you, sir.” Maverick says quietly, receiving a nod of acknowledgement from Viper.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Maverick.” Viper says, just before Maverick nods one final time and turns to leave the building. Maverick then made his way across the base to the daycare where he walked in, startled at how quickly the door slammed behind him before taking a breath and approaching the receptionist.

“Hello, Lieutenant Mitchell, what can I do for you?” The receptionist, Sally, was always grinning and happy, sunshine personified, and could always make Maverick muster a smile, but unfortunately, today was not a day where Maverick could meet her energy.

“Hey, Sally. I was wondering if I could pick y/n up? I got let off a bit early.” Maverick asks, barely able to hold eye contact with Sally, he just wanted to get you and get home as quickly as humanly possible. Sally noticed the change in Maverick’s demeanour. Usually, he’d lean up against the desk, all grins and confident eye contact, and would usually toss in a few flirty comments that never overstepped any of Sally’s boundaries, they both saw it as a joke, Maverick was fully aware of Sally’s husband and respected their relationship.

“Is everything okay?” Sally asks quietly, a seriousness sneaking into her tone as Maverick shakes his head with the smallest of smiles on his face.

“I’ll be okay, nothing for you to worry about.” Maverick assures, not wanting to drag Sally’s delightfully bright disposition down with him.

“Well, I’ll go and grab y/n now.” Sally says, rising from her chair and heading down one of the corridors in search of the room you are in. Maverick waits anxiously while he’s waiting, trying to figure out how to act normal around you after losing someone not only he loved but you loved too.

“Daddy!” Your cheerful voice cried out the second he was in your sight. Running towards him as fast as your little legs would allow.

“Hey, squirt.” Maverick greets, scooping you up instantly and doing his best to offer you the best smile he can to make sure you don’t pick up on his sadness.

“Goose?” You ask, peering over your dad’s shoulder in search of your uncle who often tagged along with Maverick’s pickups, especially while Carole and Bradley were back home. Maverick felt his heart shatter at your innocent question and just shook his head with a light smile.

“Just me today, kiddo. Your dad’s not that bad, is he?” He asks, poking you in the side gently which causes a light squeal to escape your lips as you cuddle further into your dad’s arms. Maverick glances over at Sally who offers him a gentle smile.

“If you ever need some support, you can always come to us. We try our best to support all parents.” Sally says, making Maverick fight back any more tears as he nods, grateful for the wonderful daycare you were at.

Maverick carries you out to his car, buckling you into your car seat before climbing into the driver’s seat, turning the key in the engine, and driving back to his quarters. When he gets to the house, he parks and gets you out of the car seat, grabbing your tiny rucksack as you rush to the door, eagerly waiting for Maverick to unlock the door so you can get into the house. The second the door is opened you’re rushing inside happily.

“y/n/n, shoes off sweetheart.” Maverick reminds you gently as he hangs up your bag before you come rushing back to take your shoes off, being softly prompted where to return the shoes to before disappearing into the living room. Maverick kicks his own shoes off and follows you into the living room, collapsing onto the sofa and leaning back into the cushions with a sigh. You hauled yourself up on the sofa, watching your dad curiously as you noticed the unusual sadness in his eyes.

“Daddy sad?” You ask, head tilted slightly as Maverick turns to look at you, instantly shaking his head.

“No sweetheart, just tired. It’s been a long day.” Maverick says, forcing a smile onto his face to convince you that he was okay. You, however, were not convinced of his words, and slipped off the sofa, rushing off in search of something as Maverick watches, confused. You soon come back into the room with your favourite stuffed animal in your hand. You climb back onto the sofa, this time assisted by Maverick and the second you’re sat up on the sofa you push the stuffed animal into Maverick’s hand, making him raise an eyebrow.

“You’re giving me Pluto?” Maverick asks softly, looking at the stuffed dog that bore no resemblance to his Disney namesake, but you claimed the name for the toy anyway.

“Make you happy.” You insist, pushing the plush dog further into his chest, making sure he wraps an arm around it too and that’s when it clicked for Maverick. You were insisting on giving him the toy because it made you happy, so you wanted to give him something to make him happy. When Maverick found himself unable to respond, you reached out and gently put your hands on each of his cheeks, gently pushing them up until his lips curled up into a small smile.

“Smile, daddy.” You then say, wanting nothing more than to see the smile that so often sat proudly on your dad’s face. Overwhelmed by the emotions of the day and his gratefulness for having you in his life, Maverick pulled you into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head as he fought back another threatening wave of tears.

“I love you so much, sweetheart.” He whispers, cuddling you a little tighter as you curl into him.

“Love you, daddy.” You reply, your wide grin looking up at him before snuggling back into his chest as Maverick presses another kiss to the top of your head, the first genuine smile since the accident creeping onto his face as he holds you.

Maverick knew navigating life after losing someone as precious to him as Goose was going to be rough. But in having you by his side, he knew he had someone to stop him from drifting away in the sea of grief. Even if you didn’t know you were doing it, you provided Maverick with the comfort he needed on rough days. He didn’t know how to vocalise any of his thoughts to you, especially given your young age so all he could do was cuddle you close and press the softest of kisses against your hair as you curled into him.

And he definitely didn’t make a comment when you attempted to sneakily drag Pluto back into your grasp.

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mochamamii · 1 year

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siesta. | s. myeong-oh

▹ a/n : hello loves, long time no upload. I have missed you dearly *virtual smoochhhh* I never write for dramas but I enjoyed the glory so much I had to write something for it, you don’t really need to have watched the show to understand this. sidenote, if you already know you don’t like son myeong-oh’s character and are about to send me a rude message or comment just remember that YOU alone are responsible for the content you consume! in other words keep it pushing or you will be blocked.

▹ triggers : dubious consent, detailed smut, unprotected sex, creampie, mirror sex, overstimulation, slight size kink if you squint, myeong-oh’s character alone is a trigger tbh..

▹ pairing : son myeong-oh x fem!reader

▹ synopsis : there’s a living, breathing reason that you hate going to siesta, it’s six foot and attached to a man bun.

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You released a shaky breath as you craned your neck back to peer up at the bright neon sign that hung above the expensive department store’s grand entrance. Your feet remained bolted to the pavement beneath you, unwilling to inch forward and enter the store. Not even the unforgiving cold and heavy rain that was pouring down on you was enough to will yourself to push through the shiny glass store doors.

You grimaced as you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the glass.

You looked a right mess. It was nearing the end of your busy work day, only one final task lied ahead of you before you could go home to a hot shower and a meal. Your bangs were sticking to your forehead unflatteringly, due to a mixture of sweat and rain. Your clothes were sticking to your body in an uncomfortable manner as well. You had fallen into a daze as you grimaced at your unkempt appearance.

It was the vibration of your phone stuffed deep in your coat’s pocket that made you jump. You fished the device out of your pocket to see a new message from Yeon-Jin.

‘pick up more stockings on your way back, these are too dark.’

You had begun working for newscaster Park Yeon-Jin a few months ago. Her last assistant inexplicably quit on her, or at least that was the story you were given by Yeon-Jin’s driver your second day working for her. After a few months of working for someone like Yeon-Jin you knew there was more than likely a more sinister reason that the last girl quit. You had come to realize that Yeon-Jin was a viperous individual. It was a marvel that you had managed to last this long working for her, none of her other assistants seemed to last as long as you had.

You didn’t think that had anything to do with your resolve or patience and more to do with the fact that Park Yeon-Jin was in the middle of a very public divorce from her former husband Ha Do-yeong. Coupled with the fact that there were rumours circulating that she was a bully in high school. She was under more scrutiny than ever, everyone watching her actions closely. With that being said, Yeon-Jin was more than likely more tolerable these days than in the past. She was more dismissive of you than anything else, although you had heard the horror stories of how she treated her hired help in the past. You weren’t really in a position to complain about having to work for her anyways, the ever present threat of homelessness was enough to motivate you to keep this job. Your work consisted mainly of running errands for her. Which is the reason you were standing outside in the rain in front of this store.

Yeon-Jin’s last task for you today was to pick up her dress and bring it to her so she could be prepared for tomorrow.

A simple enough task. The only issue being the store in question.

Siesta.

You hated coming here. In your short time working for Yeon-Jin you had been called to come here numerous times for a plethora of reasons, mostly picking up her clothes or whatever else she needed. You hated this place for two reasons. The owner, Jeon Jae-Jun had immediately proven himself to be just as elitist and callous as Yeon-Jin within the first few seconds of meeting him. Your chest still tightens as you recall the first time you met him here at Siesta and he had mocked your simple ballet flats. From that day forward Yeon-Jin had required you to be wearing heels to work every day.

The second reason being Jae-Jun’s driver.

Son Myeong-Oh.

You had grown to dislike all of Yeon-Jin’s friends in time. But Son Myeong-Oh left a particularly bitter taste in your mouth. He made you uncomfortable in a way you couldn’t describe.

You especially did not like that he always seemed to be there whenever you needed to go to Siesta. Like, he was waiting around lingering for the chance that you might show up.

Feeling that you had wasted enough time loitering around outside you shuffled inside after typing a quick reply back to Yeon-Jin confirming that you were picking up her dress now.

The door dinged cheerfully as you crossed the threshold into the store. It was long past operating hours, but you knew that Myeong-Oh was without a doubt here and waiting for you. His bike had been parked out front, taunting you silently as you worked up the courage to go inside.

Your Yeon-Jin issued heels clicked satisfyingly against the marble floor as you moved through the store, stopping at the door of the dressing room.

You hadn’t even been standing there for more than a second before the door opened to reveal the man who made the hair on the back of your neck stand up at the sight of him. He had his long hair down instead of in his usual bun. He was donning a mink coat you were almost certain belonged to Jae-Jun. His usual sick smirk already plastered on his face.

“You look like shit, how long were you standing out in the rain for?” He asked, his lips curling up to reveal his pearly whites.

You scoffed, it was true, you did look awful, you had spent the day running around behind Yeon-Jin, helping her prepare for a big day in court tomorrow, you didn’t even have time for a lunch break.

“I see you’ve been playing in Jae-Jun’s closet again.” You answered flatly, your eyes falling to the expensive furs.

Myeong-Oh cut you a sharp glare to which you ignored. That was the best way to deal with Myeong-Oh. Ignore him a much as possible and engage with him for as little as possible when forced.

“I’m here for Yeon-Jin’s dress.” You announced.

And just that quickly his smile had returned, he pushed opened the door to the dressing room further allowing you a peek in.

Your eyes immediately landed on Yeon-Jin’s dress for tomorrow, carefully wrapped in plastic and draped along the couch.

Myeong-Oh leaned against the frame of the doorway, “Come on then.”

You waited a second to see if he had any intention of moving and to your dismay he did not. Cautiously, you stepped forward and slid past him. Quickly ducking your head underneath his arm to get by. You scooped the dress up in your arms, doing a quick inspection to check for anything wrong with it.

Satisfied with the state of the dress, just as quickly as you had entered the dressing room you turned on your heels to exit.

You knew it wouldn’t be that easy. Not with somebody like Myeong-Oh involved and as expected, he stopped you in your tracks before you could reach the door. His tall frame blocking the doorway like a brick wall.

“You’re always in such a rush to leave. Stay and have a drink with me at least.” He suggested, his gaze moving from your eyes down to your body.

He was always so honest with his thoughts without even trying. You hated that. He never made any effort to conceal the fact that he was undressing you with his eyes. He was completely shameless.

“Yeon-Jin is waiting for me.” You stated.

And even if she wasn’t, you could think about a million other things you’d rather be doing with your Friday night then sitting at Siesta drinking with Son Myeong-Oh of all people.

“I just talked to Jae-jun, the two of them are together now, trust me you have plenty of time.” Myeong-Oh countered with a dry chuckle.

You realized now that Yeon-Jin’s text from earlier about picking up more stockings was probably just to get you to take more time. Which you were actually grateful for. You still cringe whenever you think about the first time you’d accidentally walked in on the two lovers here at Siesta.

Before you could come up with another excuse, he was already at the makeshift bar in the corner, pulling a bottle off the shelf along with two glasses.

“Just one drink.” He said, holding the bottle of expensive brandy out for you to inspect.

You glanced down at your watch on your wrist and then to the window. It was still pouring out there and you weren’t thrilled about having to go back out there again anytime soon.

Not wanting to satisfy him with an answer you quietly shuffled over to the couch, taking a seat.

You watched closely as Myeong-Oh filled the glasses with ice before joining you on the couch. Even after deliberately isolating yourself to the far end of the long couch Myeong-Oh’s cologne invaded your senses. That was very characteristic of him even though it wasn’t purposeful.

Myeong-Oh always insisted upon being the loudest person in the room, and always the flashiest, like him adorning himself in flamboyant stolen mink coats from Jae-Jun’s closet. Even him driving a motorcycle instead of a regular car felt very on brand for him. He’s so painfully transparent and predictable.

You must’ve started zoning out again because you felt a slight pinch on the exposed meat of your arm.

“What was that for?” You questioned, looking over to meet his gaze.

“You started ignoring me. I don’t like that.” He answered frankly, he slid your glass over to you.

You watched as he cracked the bottle open, peeling it’s waxy wrapper off the neck of the bottle. He filled your glass first. The brandy was a beautiful shade of amber. You weren’t much of a drinker and even when you did it wasn’t ever anything fancy. You were a simple girl in that regard.

“Thanks.” You said as you brought the glass to your lips.

You could feel his burning gaze on you as he waited for you to take the first sip. The brandy had a surprisingly sweet, almost caramel-esque aroma but it burned the minute it hit your throat.

You forced the liquor down, unable to hold back a cough and the disgusted look that took up residence on your face.

Myeong-Oh let out a laugh, even clapping for added flair.

“It’s terrible, right?” He asked as he leaned back, sinking further into the couch cushions. He took a sip from his own glass.

“You knew what it tasted like already? Why are you still drinking it?” You asked, puzzled.

He shrugged his shoulders, “It tastes awful but it’s expensive, a single bottle of this would cost me two months of my salary.”

You hummed, “Well, it wouldn’t be worth it anyway.”

Your mouth still felt like it was on fire from the first sip but you were compelled to try it again.

The second sip went down smoother. Still just as terrible though.

You felt his lingering gaze on you once more, he was always doing that. Always staring at you for far too long, he did it so often that Yeon-Jin of all people was the first one to bring it your attention, only to laugh at your expense of being preyed upon of course, not because she was genuinely concerned or anything.

“Why do you always do that?” You questioned, turning slightly to look him in the eye.

“What?”

“The staring. Don’t you know that it’s rude?” You asked,

He laughed again, “Sure it is, but I don’t care. You have a lot worth admiring.” He answered truthfully,

He leaned in closer, “Does it make you uncomfortable?”

You weren’t quite sure how to answer that. Of course the answer was yes but making that admission felt like letting him win. You felt frozen in place under his intense gaze. You felt like he could read all of your thoughts even before you spoke them.

He took advantage of your silence and boldly placed his hand on your thigh. You suddenly felt more exposed than you truly were in your skirt that left you vulnerable to his wandering hand.

His hand was warm and big, large enough to completely encapsulate your thigh in his hand if he wanted to. Your breath hitched as he gave you a gentle squeeze on the thigh. You tore your eyes away from his to peer down at the hand that was now moving down your leg.

You gasped as he suddenly in one swift motion brought your leg to drape across his lap.

The familiar feeling of goosebumps rested across your skin, this time felt a little different. There was an unfamiliar gentleness in the way he was handling you. Perhaps it wasn’t goosebumps you were experiencing, maybe the word you were looking for was anticipation.

“You should take these off. Get comfortable.” Myeong-Oh suggested, already sliding the heels off your tired feet before you could answer.

Using your ankle he pulled you down the length of the couch until you were pressed as closely into him as you thought possible. He used his free hand to place a hand on your neck in a subtle show of dominance.

The room suddenly felt three times smaller, the air between you growing in temperature.

He leaned in further, his lips immediately finding your neck. He peppered sweet pecks along the expanse of the sensitive skin there. You had to grip your hand on his shirt to stop yourself from tilting your head further to provide him with more access.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket again, drawing you out of your enchantment, “Yeon-Jin’s probably waiting for me.” You said, sliding your leg off of his lap.

He caught your leg in his hand again before you could pull it away entirely. His grasp on you tightening as he whispered in your ear, “Let her wait.”

“I really should go, she’ll be mad if I keep her waiting-

Myeong-Oh ignored you and pulled Yeon-Jin’s dress away that you were still clutching protectively and carelessly tossed it to the floor, “She won’t melt if she’s left waiting for a little longer.” He answered.

“I know, but she’s still my boss-

He cut you off by shifting his weight to lean into you further, pushing you down onto the soft couch cushions. Myeong-Oh hovered over you, his gaze traveling down to your cleavage.

“And so what? she’s a bitch, so let her wait.” His gaze only lifting momentarily to meet yours.

You parted your lips to make a rebuttal but he silenced you by crashing his lips down onto yours. The kiss was eager and hungry, your teeth almost clashing a few times. Naturally, your hands found themselves tangled in his long locks.

He didn’t waste too much more time on your lips before his wandering hands started moving again.

“You look pretty like this, small and tiny under me.” He said as his hand slipped under your shirt.

He moved down your body, raising your shirt to plant kisses along your midriff. He leaned back slightly to shrug the mink coat off of his shoulders, exposing his bare chest and arms to you. The muscles under his skin moved as he did, the tattoos that painted his golden skin dancing with subtlety. You released your hold on his hair to drag your fingertips across the lion that resided on his chest.

He grasped your hand, pressing your hand flat against his chest. His heartbeat thumping against the palm of your trembling hand.

You took over this time, making the move to peel your still damp clothes from your body, starting with your coat. You felt powerful as he looked down at you with desire, his breathing pattern changing as you lifted your shirt over your head. You took a large inhale, reminding yourself to remain brave as your hand fumbled with the clasp of your bra.

He released a deep guttural groan at the sight of your breasts falling free from your bra. His hands raising to cup them in his hands, kneading the flesh in his strong hold. You sat up some to rest on your elbows to watch as he toyed with your chest. Between your legs heated up with arousal the moment he rolled your sensitive nipple in his thumb.

He picked up the pace again, his movements switching from sweet and gentle to feverish and greedy as his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, intentionally nipping at the skin there with his teeth. You gasped, instinctively one of your hands raised to push his mouth away from your chest.

He grabbed a hold of your wrist, never ceasing his assault on your sensitive nipples. Releasing a chuckle that vibrated against your skin. His tongue expertly flicked at your nipples, obsessed with the squeals you were making.

He pulled away from your chest, a string of saliva connecting from your breasts to his mouth.

“If you look away, I’ll stop.” He warned.

He began moving further down your body, hiking your skirt up enough to reveal your cotton panties. He leaned in, inhaling your scent before planting a kiss on your clit that was still trapped under the suffocating fabric of your panties. You whined, needing more. He didn’t give in so easily, teasing you a bit more, giving you gentle kitten licks.

You knew what he was stalling for, you didn’t want to give in either but your core ached, desperate to feel his tongue flat against your dripping folds.

“Myeong-Oh...” You moaned, peering down at him with pleading eyes.

He lifted his head, replacing his tongue with his hands. He toyed with the waistband of your panties and your eyes lit up for a moment, hopeful that he might finally rip them away from you to resume ravishing you.

“Maybe if you ask nicely, I’ll give you what you want. Can you do that?” He asked, pulling at the waistband of your panties, forcing the fabric to wedgie itself in between your folds, rubbing right against your throbbing clit. The friction felt heavenly, you tried to rotate your hips in hope of finding some relief but it still wasn’t enough.

“Please...” You whined, jutting your bottom lip out in a pitiful pout.

He tugged harder on your waistband, biting your inner thigh as he wedgied your panties further against your clit, “Please...what?”

“Please...I want you to...lick my pussy.” You breathed, your face heating up with embarrassment.

Satisfied with your answer he didn’t waste anymore time in yanking your panties to the side and diving in, his tongue instantly finding its way to your clit. You moaned, your hands finding their way to his hair again. He held your legs back with a tight grip to keep you from closing them. He had no shame in hungrily lapping at your folds, humming against your clit. Your back arched off. the couch, leaning into him. Your hips started to rock, finding a rhythm of their own as you felt your stomach tighten with anticipation for your impending orgasm.

He could sense how close you were and took the opportunity to circle his lips around your swollen clit entirely, sucking on your pearl.

Your head fell back and your grip on his hair tightened causing him to groan, the vibrations on your clit sending you over the edge. Your orgasm momentarily paralyzed you, breathing included. Your abdomen tightened to brace yourself. You could feel your thighs shaking as you rode out your orgasm. You tried to untangle yourself from him so you could fully come down from your high but his grip tightened, his tongue never stopping. He ruthlessly lapped at your clit, overstimulating you.

You whined and pushed at his shoulders trying to wriggle out of his grasp but he wouldn’t let you. Additionally, your muscles were still so relaxed from your orgasm that you couldn’t put up much of a fight. You huffed and collapsed back down flat against the couch as you resigned yourself to accepting whatever he would give you. Tears sprang from the corner of your eyes as he worked a second orgasm out of you, dipping his long fingers into your warmth to collect your stickiness.

Your mouth fell open as you watched him bring the fingers to his mouth, tasting your arousal.

He sat up, leaning back on his haunches to admire his work. Your eyes were hazy and out of focus, still reeling from the two orgasms he just gave you. He raised your legs, pushing them back as far as they would go, leaving your ankles resting at the side of your head.

His dick twitched at the sight of your creamy juices spilling out of you. He used the same two fingers to work the lost juices back into your quivering hole. He maintained a slow pace, pumping his thick fingers in and out of you.

“You opened up so nicely for me..” He praised, watching your cheeks flush a bright red.

You were embarrassed at how easily he was able to slide in and of your slick walls, fully stretching to accommodate a third finger from him.

He pulled his fingers out, suckling on them quickly before moving to undo the belt to his pants. He freed himself from his briefs, his dick bobbing freely, a bead of precum present on his tip. He manhandled you into the position he wanted before lining himself up with your entrance, he captured your lips with his, kissing you. He slid inside easily, thanking himself for taking the time to prepare you.

You welcomed him in, your walls expanding to adjust to his thick length. You moaned, feeling him stretch you out further with each thrust. They started slow, sheathing himself fully inside of you before pulling back out, his dick glistening with your arousal. He grabbed a hold of your neck again, forcing you to turn your head to the side to watch in the large mirror adjacent to the couch, his other hand held your leg back, letting him sink deeper into you.

“Look at you, look at how well you’re taking me. You’re still so tight, fuck..” He moaned in your ear, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror as he pressed his hips into yours.

It was so dirty, you were so embarrassed and wanted to tear your eyes away from the lewd sight but he refused.

“Myeong-Oh...” You moaned, your eyes getting blurry as tears filled them.

“Yes, let me hear you...I want to hear your pretty moans as I fuck you.” He said, a subtle hint of a whine at the end.

Picking up the pace, he kissed your neck, licking up the tears that were falling down your cheeks, his grip on your leg tightening. He was trying so hard to hold back, wanting to be gentle with you. But the second you reached around to claw at his back, your legs locking around his waist to push him in deeper sent him over the edge.

“Fuck..” He cursed, his jaw clenching as he snapped his hips into yours.

He was giving you long and deep strokes, the head of his dick kissing your cervix as he pounded into your swollen cunt. Your eyes started to roll back, and your breath quickened.

You were suddenly pulled from your state of bliss when you felt a smack on your outer thigh, “You should say sorry, don’t you think? For keeping this tight, wet pussy all to yourself this whole time.”

Your voice was shaky, and you struggled to make coherent sentences as he started to slam into you harder, “I-I...I’m sorry..” You answered pitifully in between moans.

He rewarded you with a kiss to the neck, rubbing the flesh where he had striked you.

“Good girl. Listen to you, listen to how wet your pussy is.” He said, angling his hips to hit deeper inside if that was even possible.

Wet squelching sounds reverberated around the spacious dressing room, coupled with both of your heavy breathing.

You rocked your hips into his, meeting his hard thrusts, your titties bouncing up and down as you did so. You didn’t think you could cum again so soon but it wasn’t long until you felt your stomach tightening again. You could tell he was close too because his thrusts were getting sloppy but quicker.

Your nails dug deep into his skin making him hiss. You needed the leverage to brace yourself for your inevitable orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come...!” You warned, still watching in the mirror as he fucked you.

He reached down to rub at your clit, the rough pads of his fingertips felt like electricity on your cute little pearl. It was enough to send you right over the edge and soon you were coming again, your thighs shaking in his hold.

He maintained the same pace, chasing after his own high. It didn’t take much longer, after a few more thrusts, he sunk all the way deep inside you before releasing, his cum filling you up nicely.

He pumped into a you a couple more times as he breathed in deeply to catch his breath. He collapsed on top of you, trapping you under his weight. The two of you lied there together catching your breaths. It was actually kind of nice, you felt safe and warm under him, you didn’t want to move.

But then your phone buzzed again and without even looking you knew it had to be Yeon-Jin.

Even now, as you lied under him naked and exposed, you still felt shy as you tapped him on the shoulder, “I’m sure that’s her...I should go now.” You sighed.

Myeong-Oh raised himself off of you, looking down at you once more, “Don’t look so sad, you’ll be seeing me again soon.” He winked, that smirk returning to his face.

You rolled your eyes and peeled yourself away from, gathering your clothes.

And just like that he’s back..

You left soon after cleaning yourself up, doing your best to make yourself look presentable. Myeong-Oh was kind enough to leave hickies and bite marks along your neck that were already on their way to turning a deep purple.

You did your best to cover with your hair and silently prayed Yeon-Jin wouldn’t notice.

#the glory #kim gun woo #son myeong oh #the glory x reader #kim gunwoo smut #the glory smut #the glory scenarios #k-drama

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cattonicdragon · 1 year

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How about monkey tigress and viper x a lion reader that's a guard at Chorh-Gom-Prison(bonus if the reader was there during tai lung's escape and go injured but lived).

monkey,tigress and viper x lion chorh-gom prison guard reader

I rlly like this idea anon!

I accidentally added abit of angst but it's all good so :D

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Monkey

Monkey is very happy that you got such a big role and very proud of you for managing it

Though he wont deny how worried he is

Your trying to keep a highly unstable and powerful individual from escaping

And if that prisoner is tai lung it's no easy feat

He worries that if he breaks free then you probally wont survive

So rationally,once he hears the news he immidatly feels dread overwhelm him,what makes it worse is that zeng saw you lying on the ground after tai lung the the explosive

Although he wants to believe your Alive he fears that your gone

That is until you burst into the jade palace scratches and burn Mark's littering your body as you heave out heavy elongated breaths

Monkey barely manages to catch you as you pass out

He leaves you in the care of shifu whilst he and the rest of the furious five confront tai lung.

Once crane returns with the furious five paralysed you've woken up

You and monkey reunite and hug eachother,but the moment is short lived as you must evacuate the valley.

Before the two of you split he promised that once this is over you'll have a proper reunion.

After the fight monkey would probally never fully get over the nightmares of you in his hands passed it

The thoughts and nightmares haunt his dreams

But once he sees you fine and safe it seems to feel the growing anxiety his has even if just a little

Tigress

Tigress is very prideful and often closed off,letting very few people in her personal bubble

You were one of those people

She had told you many times how worried she was for you,aswell as how proud she is

She dosnt want to worry,because in return you'll worry for her,and that cant happen when your keeping a highly dangerous individual contained,

She tells you shes worried as her way of saying to be careful

Her worst fears become a reality once she catches wind of tai lung escaping,at that moment she wasnt be able to mask her emotions,dread quickly chewing at her from the inside

The night were she and the furious five go to confront him shes filled by pure unfiltered rage

However on the way to the bridge the furious five find your battered form,barley able to walk as they stop dead in their tracks

Tigress wastes no time as she takes you into her arms hugging you tightly

You huff out and tell her an abbreviated version of what happened and that he was soon going to be there

Tigress hushes you as your finally able to rest

She quickly takes you to the nearest infirmary promising you that once everything is over you can talk about it more.

When tigress comes back she looks almost as battered as you,she helps you up and informs you that they are evacuating

After the fight she has alot of guilt

She feels like there was a way she could have helped even if deep down she knows she wouldn't have been able to

When you reasure her that she did what she could she feels abit better

After all the thing that matters is that your still here

Viper

Ik I keep using the same gif for viper but I cant find any better ones

Shes so proud of you for having such a trusted job

She does have a deep fear for something bad happening to you

Viper is wise,she knows that tai lung cant be contained forever

However she fears that you'll be hurt in the crossfire

Which despite best efforts her hunch was correct

Once she got news of tai lungs escape she immidatly wanted to see if you were somehow,by some miracle alive

Of course,shifu wouldnt allow her,not only that but tigress wanted to stop tai lung at the bridge,meaning that there was a small chance she would get to see you if you were taking your dying breaths

It's not until shes been bested by tai lung and evacuating the villagers that she finds you

You stumble through the crowd looking for the snake

She cant contain her joy as she launches herself at you wrapping herself around you in a tight hug

You eventually pass out from the exhaustion,either one of the furious five carry you or a villager who lends a helping hand

Once you wake up again the fight is over and vipers imbracing you in a warm hug

Viper will most likely check on alot,this is due to the fact that she feels something bad could happen to you at any moment,she will calm down abit after a while but the fear of losing you will never truly leave

#cattonic writes #kung fu panda #kung fu panda x reader #tigress #tigress x reader #kfp monkey #kfp monkey x reader #kfp tigress #viper kfp #viper x reader #jfp viper x reader #lion reader #request

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who-is-this-weirdo · 11 months

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I know how this fandom can be with shipping so please, keep in mind that it's mostly for fun and that at least none of theses ships are incestuous or pedophilic in nature and that people should be able to ship whatever cracships they want without being dogpilled on.

Theses ships would probably be more realistic in my rewrite, I'm gonna do other fan kids of the dod and false dod to explore their dynamics and desing more (with possibilities for cooler desings since hybrids can look kinda cool)

Clay X Ochre = They both work at JMA so they are often very busy, they still manage to get time for themselves, Ochre usually cook things for Clay while Clay helps him with cleaning up the Prey center and kitchen area. Asha, Crane and Ember (Mudwings are kinda big on legacy-naming their kids when they name them). Asha is quiet but wants to help dragons so she usually stays in the library helping Starflight organise things and chill with other students. Crane loves to make accessories for her siblings and adopted uncles and aunts, she's the one who made Asha's hearings. Ember is a prankster who loves to cause mischief.

Tsunami X Squid = Squid is surprisingly not with Tsunami for the money but because he loves his giant bi-butch girlfriend, they have Shell and Tempest (who is legacy-named in my AU since Tempest is still alive for book 2 in it) and they are their world. Shell, unlike her grandmother (who loves her because she looks like Gill) cares for Tempest and tries to play wingdragon for him, even just for friends

Glory X Flame = The Queen and her royal artist, Flame liked Rainwing's culture and kingdom more so he stayed there (when he isn't being JMA'sart teacher), they have Firefly and Flicker, they can't change color and can only breathe small flames, Firefly doesn't give a crap about rulling unlike her brother (seems like the Rainwings and Nightwings are gonna have a king)

Starflight X Fatespeaker = Obvious. Fiercefeather is a poem writer with a temper, Betweenlines is a Mindreader while Twistteller is a Futureseer.

Sunny X Viper = Suprisinly Sunny's the one who says "She asked for no pickle". Palm doesn't like to talk but loves to explore while Dune is more similar to his uncle Qibli.

#wof #wings of fire #fan kids #dod wof #false dod wof

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margueritedaisies · 6 months

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KFP sreencap redraws as warm up doodles to get out of my art rut. Also because I miss drawing them. Oh yeah, and my comfort ship 🐍🦢

Click for full picand better quality

#kung fu panda fanart #kung fu panda art #master crane #kfp crane #master viper #kfp viper #crane x viper #criper #kfp humans #gijinka

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marioandsonicfangirl793-art · 1 year

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Kung Fu Panda Arts Because I was Bored. -_-

Crane X Viper

Tai Lung X Lia (OC)

Lord Shen X Lady Ming (OC)

Kai the Collector - Don’t Wake Me…

#kung fu panda #crane x viper #criper #crane #viper #tai lung #lord shen #general kai #kai the collector

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acey-wacey · 2 years

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Trapped, pt 2

Pairing - Jamil Viper x Reader, Kalim Al-Asim x Reader

Synopsis - Through the week, you grow closer to Kalim, much to Jamil's dismay.

Genre - alternate universe, fem!reader, otome-esque

Notes - I say otome-esque because it's route-based, like an otome visual novel.

There will be one last part after this where you get to choose your love interest!

Part 1 here!

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"Rise and shine, sweetheart!"

You groaned as your warm blanket was ripped away by none other than your handmaiden and best friend, Farida. She woke you up with a sing-song voice, teasing you with the fact that she'd been awake for hours. You shivered without your blanket but refused to open you eyes just yet.

"Hello, did you hear me?" You could hear Farida's voice getting closer as she bent down so her face was right next to yours. "I said wake up, Y/N!"

Her yell was enough to startle your eyes open. You blinked at her and stuck your tongue out before sitting up on your bedside and going to wash your face.

You washed up and changed into a simple dress. Farida read over your schedule for the day before you heard a knock on the door. She glared at whoever it was for interrupting her but hurried to open the door.

Her eyes widened as she saw the visitor. You looked at her in confusion, attempting to use unspoken language to communicate while she spoke.

"I'll have to ask her. Just give me one moment."

Farida slowly shut the door, smiling politely at the person behind it. As soon as it was shut, she mimed an excited scream.

"What, who was it?" you whispered, wanting to keep your conversation private from the visitor.

"It's Prince Kalim," she whisper-screamed, her eyes wide in shock and excitement. Your mouth fell open in surprise.

"Like he's actually here?"

"In the flesh!"

"You're kidding! This a$$hole thinks he can buy my heart and then shows up at my door?" you scoffed craning to see through the keyhole. You could barely see the flash of gold jewelry as the figure outside shifted with anxiety. "What did he say?"

"He asked if you'd like to have lunch with him in the gardens," Farida giggled, struggling to keep her voice low. Your mind raced with confused thoughts as you furrowed your brow.

"Why would he want that?"

"He's going to be here for a whole week, Y/N," Farida huffed, putting her hands on her hips. You rolled your eyes at her stubbornness. "You might as well get to know him."

"I know all I need to know! He wants to marry me, I don't."

"That's not fair."

"Neither is being forced to marry a man I just met."

Farida huffed before shooing you to behind the door. She sent one last glare before opening it once more.

"What did she say?" you heard an energetic voice say from the hallway. You couldn't see the prince without him seeing you but you were practically staring Farida down from where you stood. She shot you a conspicuously pointed look and smiled at the prince.

"She actually..." she trailed off, attempting to sneak subtle glances at where you were hiding and shaking your head vigorously. "She'd love to."

Farida's smile was so sweet but Kalim wouldn't be able to see the middle finger Farida gave you behind the door.

"Great! Please tell her I'm very excited to get to know her!" You couldn't see him but you could tell he was beaming ear to ear. You rolled your eyes, wincing in silent pain when Farida stomped on your foot.

She waved cheerfully as she closed the door before glowering at you.

"For a princess, you are so rude!" she huffed, not bothering to be quiet. You groaned and turned your back, dreading the upcoming lecture. "He just wants to have lunch! Is there something so wrong with that?"

"Yes! I dislike him!"

"You don't like him or you won't like him?"

"Both!" You threw your hands up in frustration. You sighed and stretched your face out with your hand as Farida marched to stand in front of you. "I just don't want him trying to woo me, you know?"

"I know but won't you please give it a try?" She pleaded, bringing out the mock pout and puppy dog eyes which made you laugh. "If he comes onto you, I'll personally boot him back to the Scalding Sands."

You chuckled and smiled at Farida. For how obstinate she was, she only had your best interests in mind. Perhaps it wouldn't be too bad to know the prince a little bit more.

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At midday, two guards dressed in red and gold armor escorted you through the palace halls. You could get to the gardens perfectly fine yourself but it was nice to know that this Prince Kalim was as flashy and over-the-top as you'd expected.

The gardens were quite pleasant in the Spring, the lotus pond in the center lined with orange, green and blue ceramic tiles. Though it seemed decorative, this garden was mostly fruit trees, the harvest used in your meals when they produced.

The guards ushered you over to a shady spot under a budding pomegranate tree. You noticed the red silk blanket covered in bowls of fruit first, but you quickly became aware of a white-haired boy, turned away and muttering nervously to themself.

"Excuse me."

The boy seemed to jump three feet in the air at your words. He turned around and you had to keep yourself from scoffing as you saw the familiar face that was associated with fighting your father for your freedom. Unfortunately, the boy's smile was so big and genuine that you couldn't help but be reminded of a puppy. How were you supposed to stay mad at a puppy?

"Princess Y/N," he managed to contain his brightness long enough to bow gracefully before beaming at you again. Something about his expression made you want to smile back, but you were determined to despise him. "It is an honor to meet you. On better terms, I mean."

"Likewise, Prince Kalim," you lifted your skirt off the ground to curtsy politely. Farida had warned you that she would slap your face off if you were rude.

"Please just call me Kalim," he smiled. You couldn't tell if he was too eager to impress or just very nervous. "I despise formalities."

"Then, Kalim, I thank you for inviting me here today." Out of the corner of your eye, a shadow seemed to sweep over the leaves. You resisted the urge to turn your head around wildly, instead just glancing at the foliage and returning your gaze to Kalim. "It's truly an honor..." Your gaze snapped away once more as the shadow caught your eye again. "I'm sorry, is there someone else here?"

Kalim looked puzzled for a moment before his eyes lit up in remembrance.

"Oh, you must be referring to my attendant! I never go anywhere without him!" Kalim clapped his hands and a figure emerged from the trees. A very familiar figure. A smile pulled at your lips as Jamil made eye contact with you before pulling away.

"My apologies, your highness," Jamil bowed his head, though it seemed more like an inside joke with the humor you could sense behind his voice. "I never meant to distract you."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, uh, what was your name again?" You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing when Jamil raised an eyebrow at you.

"This is Jamil," Kalim interjected and you could detect a hint of a scowl on Jamil's face. You fought to keep a straight face as you held out your hand for Jamil to kiss. He showed the slightest smirk before kissing your hand, looking up at you through his eyelashes. Kalim cleared his throat, feeling awkward in the heavy silence. "I'm not supposed to go anywhere without a chaperone so I brought him along. I hope you don't mind!"

"Not at all, Kalim," you smiled at the prince, glad you were able to see Jamil again. The courtier turned to sit over with the guards but not before shooting you a sneaky wink. You rolled your eyes and made a mental note to scold him alter for being so reckless in public.

"Shall we?" Kalim gestured to the blanket, snapping you out of your daze. You shot him a polite smile and gracefully settled down into the blanket. You laughed as the prince plopped down on the ground with crossed legs. "So, Y/N, I've heard quite a few rumors about you."

You raised your eyebrow at his boldness.

"All good things I hope?" you tested the boundary, eager to hear what was said about you outside the palace but not wanting to seem too interested. Kalim giggled and popped an olive in his mouth.

"Well, the first I heard was that you were cursed," he continued, making you all the more intrigued.

"Do tell."

"They say that you carry an incredibly deadly disease and if you ever left the palace, it would kill half the kingdom."

You scoffed in mock offense, clutching your chest dramatically, and playfully flicked the pit of your fruit at him.

"That's so mean! You just made that up!" you accused. He put his hands up in defense.

"No, honest! I heard it from some vendor on the way here! If I were to come up with a rumor, it would be a much better story than that."

"Then tell me this story," you challenged, squaring your shoulders. You didn't know it was possible for a smile to be so contagious until Kalim flashed his teeth at you.

"Are you sure you want to hear stories about yourself?"

You tapped your chin and shrugged.

"Perhaps not. I'll leave my public image as a mystery to all," you sighed and propped yourself up on your arm. "I would still like to hear a story though."

Kalim seemed to practically vibrate with excitement. You laughed, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"I know a few stories."

"Then tell me one. I wish to be entertained," you preened, holding your head up in fake self-importance. Kalim smiled and cleared his throat dramatically. You shifted forward, eager to hear his story.

"Now I'm not sure if this one is true, but I've heard word about a common boy with a special spark," Kalim looked around and whispered as if it was a secret. You held in a giggled and nodded in interest. "He appeared to be merely a street rat but despite his questionable exterior, he was truly a diamond in the rough."

Kalim continued the story and you listened intently, your focus entirely captivated by the world Kalim had spun for you with his words. His storytelling pulled you in, letting you lose yourself in his tale and his eyes. When he finished the story, you begged for another and another like a pleading child and every time, he obliged, content to watch your expression change with the mood of the tale.

Before you even realized, the sky grew darker and the sun began to dip beneath the horizon. You only noticed when the evening brought forth a cold breeze, sending a chill through your body. Kalim immediately noticed and hurried to wrap his coat around you.

"I can't take your coat, Kalim. You'll freeze!" you protested, though you realized it was hopeless when you saw the determined furrow in his brow.

"I'll be fine! I have a high body heat," he insisted, a chipper smile on his face the whole time. He offered you his hand and you were surprised to find that he was right, he really was very warm, despite the rapidly dropping temperature. "Still, we had better head back inside."

You nodded your head begrudgingly, disappointed that you weren't able to hear more of Kalim's tales. Taking note of your mood change, he clasped your hand in both of his and looked at you with such determination that you were almost taken aback.

"I'll tell you more stories one day, Y/N!" he vowed, evidently entirely serious based on his earnest expression. "Promise me you won't get bored?"

"I don't think I could get bored of you if I tried, Kalim," you chuckled, grabbing his hands with yours. He giggled and began running back to the main palace, pulling you along with him. You laughed in exhilaration as your vision tunneled in on the energetic boy in front of you.

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"Farida!"

This time, the handmaiden didn't come running. Instead she was sitting on the end of your bed, stroking Rajah in a way that seemed both scheming and condescending.

"You were out for quite a while," she mused, staring you down with smug eyes. You scoffed at her reaction, rolling your eyes as she continued to dramatically stroke the poor cat. "You even missed supper."

"I was having fun. Is that such a crime?" You put your hands on your hips and raised an eyebrow at your handmaiden, who appeared to be drawing her own conclusions anyway.

"You were having so much fun that you were gone for 6 hours?" Farida waggled her eyebrows suggestively at you, to which you just laughed.

"It was nothing like that, Farida. I wasn't like anything I can describe," you giggled in exhilaration, spinning around the room so your skirt flared out. "I just had the most wonderful time!"

"I told you to give him a chance," Farida mused, smiling at you with a smug undertone, though she couldn't hide the genuine curiosity when held. "So? Are you going to tell me?"

"Oh! Yes!" You sat down on the bed next to Farida who gasped in offense when Rajah wriggled out of her grasp to sit on your lap instead. You leaned forward to fill her in and her eyes sparkled with anticipation. "We had lunch, of course, and then he told me story after story. His voice is like nothing I've ever heard before! The way he told the stories made me feel like I was really there."

"Sounds pretty special," Farida chuckled at your childlike enthusiasm. You nodded vigorously, not bothering to hide the grin on your face. "This is gearing up to be quite the fun week."

"What do you mean?" You cocked your head in confusion.

"I mean," Farida teased, wiggling her eyebrows at you. "It's only been two days and already you have two gorgeous boys vying for your affections. A prince and his attendant."

"You're ridiculous," you rolled your eyes at her romanticism, smiling to yourself. Farida gasped in excitement.

"It's like on of those sappy romance novels!" She waved her hands animatedly with her joyous mood. "Two handsome men in love with a gorgeous princess. Which will she choose? The surprisingly sweet prince that her father adores or the dashing savior of the market who happens to be a royal escort?"

"You're making such a big deal out of this!" you exclaimed, falling backwards onto the bed, startling poor Rajah off your lap. Farida followed suit, flopping down next to you with a giggle. You turned to look at her with a gentle smile. "I don't want it to be a one or the other kind of thing."

Farida gasped dramatically.

"You're going to form a polycule?"

You reached across to grab a pillow and bring it down hard on her face. She squealed and shoved the pillow back onto you, nearly pushing you off the bed. You smiled deviously and leaned in to tickle her.

"I'm going to end you right here."

The guards could hear her shrieks of laughter from all the way down the hall.

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"Psst!"

You blinked your eyes open, pupils dilating in the darkness. You hadn't quite fallen asleep but your rest was still disturbed by the whisper.

"Princess!"

The whisper-yell was coming from the balcony. You groaned as you left the comfort and warmth of your bed to investigate the call.

"Good evening, princess."

Jamil was perched on the railing of your balcony with two fruit tarts on his hands. You had to keep yourself from laughing as he smirked.

"What are you doing here? Again?" you scolded, your giddy smile giving you away. Jamil smiled and hopped off the railing. He offered you one of the fruit tarts.

"I brought you some dessert. Straight from the palace kitchens," he preened as you took the tart and sent him a sly smile.

"You snatched these away just for me?" You giggled and took a bite, dancing in delight at the sweet dessert.

"Anything for you, princess." You hadn't even notice the way he was looking at you, his eyes filled with adoration. When you met his gaze, he shook his head in embarrassment and looked at the floor.

"It's not that I don't appreciate it but why are you here?" you inquired while licking crumbs off your fingers. Even through the cover of darkness, you could still see the dark blush on Jamil's cheeks.

"I just..." he scrambled to collect his thoughts before taking a deep breath and starting over. "I wasn't able to talk to you before. I'm supposed to be just a lowly servant in your presence and you were so enraptured by Kalim anyway."

His forlorn expression made it hard for you to keep a straight face.

"Jamil, are you jealous?"

The flustered stuttering that filled the silence only confirmed your suspicions. Jamil huffed in playful annoyance.

"I'm not jealous!" he insisted, his cheeks puffed up with a pout.

"I think it's cute," you smiled, loving his bashful reactions. You could practically feel the heat on his skin as his blush grew.

"That's not fair," Jamil protested weakly and took a bite of his tart. "You can't say things like that and expect me not to fall in love with you."

"Who said I don't want you to fall in love with me?"

Jamil choked on his dessert, causing him to nearly fall off the railing. You reached out to catch him but he was already back on his feet.

"You are going to get me killed, princess," he laughed exasperatedly as you winced in sheepishness. Before you could even apologize, he hopped over the stone railing with a graceful leap and smiled. "I suppose that's enough excitement for one day. Goodnight, princess."

"You'll visit me tomorrow too, won't you?" you called after him. He looked up in shock before his expression shifted into a devious smirk, making you giggle.

"If you want me to."

"I do."

"Well, I can't exactly disobey a royal command," he joked. You leaned against the railing, watching him scale down the wall like a spider. When he reached the bottom, he looked up at you and blew a kiss. "I'll be back tomorrow, Y/N. Don't miss me too much."

"What a dreadful request," you sighed melodramatically. "For I shall miss you every second you are away."

"Oh, quit your teasing," Jamil scolded before bowing his head. "Sweet dreams, your highness."

In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared into the night.

You smiled contentedly and returned to your bed. You flopped down, scattering your pillows onto the floor. You draped your arm over your eyes and sighed, recalling the eventful day.

Kalim was so lovely and had thoroughly enchanted you but Jamil made you feel special without treating you like a princess. Your brow furrowed in confliction and you tossed in your bed. You pulled a pillow over your face and groaned as loudly as you dared in the middle of the night.

"What am I going to do?"

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