#The Mask of the Green Monkey

[moldwood]

do you think if i emailed fortiche with my theory on their secret of how they handle lighting based off the four images of it we get in the bridging the rift series from two years ago they would email me back to confirm or deny

[kimikoscloset]

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny Pt.9

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"Fan-sea meeting you here. You must be Phantom!"

Danny slowly turned around, grin blinding. "I shore am. Who's asking?"

Danny knew exactly who was asking. Bludhaven's vigilante, Nightwing. If the giant dark blue bird emblazoned on the front of his suit didn't give it away, the friendly demeanor and the puns would have. Plus, now that Danny's figured out who Tim was, the rest were pretty simple dots to be connected.

"Hi. I'm Nightwing. Thanks for saving Batman."

"I am Phantom. You are welcome. Please lecture him on the necessity of keeping the waters clean."

"Uh, I think he knows," Nightwing grinned. “So, why are you cleaning Gotham’s bay? I heard the Atlantic is nice this time of year.”

“Exactly. This?” Danny flapped a gloved hand around them, specifically at the moldy docks and the paint scraped board. “This is not nice. If it were nice, I wouldn’t need to be cleaning it. Look at that paint! It’s flaking off into the water! Does Gotham not have proper boat maintainance? That’s dangerous for the waters and seafarers!”

“Woah, you know a lot about boats,” Nightwing commented, crossing his arms and leaning back. What the hero didn’t know was that he knew more about boats than Danny did, as Danny’s hyper fixation was more focused on space ships and Dick had education à la maison de Bruce Wayne which usually meant an absurd amount of information for someone who doesn’t actually use boats as a regular mode of transportation.

“Rust! Rust is very much a thing!” Danny ranted, using his ice to scoop up water and using it like a makeshift filter. “It weakens bonds! It’s a tetanus hazard! And oh, don’t even get me started on how you people mutated the ocean life!”

“Mutated ocean life? I’m pretty sure we hadn’t. It’s just a little weird, right?”

Without another word, Danny dove into the weird ecosystem that was the Gotham bay. He came back holding a wriggling green thing the size of a worm.

“Do you know what this is?” Danny demanded. The thing flopped around on his gloved hands.

“A sea monkey?”

“They’re brine shrimp. Brine. Shrimp. Do you know what regular brine shrimp look like???” Danny shoved the thing at Nightwing, who took a step back.

“Not like that?” He replied, a quizzical look on his face.

“No, not like that! What in the ancients is this?!” Danny waved the weird sea brine that had started glowing faintly, like Danny’s natural ectoplasm glow. “Far be it from me of all people to judge evolution but this was all man made!” Danny gently tossed the brine shrimp back into the bay. “Brine shrimp is staple food for the ocean! You’ve got weird brine shrimp? You’ve got weird fish! Why is it impossible for this place to, for even one day, refrain from dumping hazardous chemicals or dead bodies in the water?”

“Ooookay, how about we take a breather?” Nightwing quickly glanced around, trying to find something to change the subject, feeling oddly guilty at the earnest expression on the kid’s face. “Uh, I was actually wondering if you’d swing by the waters near Blüd?”

Danny crossed his arms. “I clean the waters as a past time because you humans don’t know how to keep it clean. I am not a personal, on call, seakeeper.”

“Batman will pay you for your time,” Dick offered. Danny straightened. Amity didn’t actually cost that much to live well, but Gotham was a whole other ball park. The rent might be dirt cheap for a city, but the special pricey little add ons such as gas masks and space level insulation on top of the sky high insurance policies were draining what’s left of his half dead soul. As they say, Danny was a city dweller first and Phantom second.

“How much, when, and I won’t fish up the bodies unless he pays me extra.”

“Four thousand base pay, extra one hundred per identity, fifty for bodies with no shades, and on the weekends.”

Danny straightened as his mother’s steel spine, Jazz’s whip sharp wit, and his own craftiness made their appearance as he bargained. “Five thousand. Rate agreed, but I can only do every other weekends and I’ll have to call out some days.”

“Okay.” Nightwing rocked back on his heels with an affable smile. It’s Bruce’s money and it’s going towards his probable future baby brother, after all, even if said baby brother is a dead immortal Atlantis founder. Or something.

Danny groaned. “You are supposed to bargain back. But I’ll take it.”

“Great! Who do we got tonight?” Nightwing looked down at the plastic/burlap wrapped person Danny dragged onto the shores a bit ago.

“The lake kept the body cold, so it should be preserved adequately if you want to examine him,” Danny tilted his head to the side, the flames of his hair tilting with him. “He said his name is Gorganzo Bean.”

“Really?”

“Yes. It’s a nickname he got for eating a whole can of beans straight.”

“Yeah, that’ll do it. Any more details?”

“Sure.”

When Danny reached to take the money from Nightwing, he found that the hero had tightened his grip on it.

Danny pointedly dropped his gaze from Nightwing’s face to the money.

“Wait. I- I heard from a source that you could possibly smell souls.”

Danny yanked the cash out of Nightwing’s hand and shoved it into his shoulder. If that didn’t confirm Nightwing’s identity, he doesn’t know what would other than the guy telling Danny who he was. “You’ve been speaking with Danny. Yes, I can.”

“Can you tell what’s wrong with my brother?” Nightwing blurted out.

Danny stared at him, his legs flickering in and out to his tail form. “…Other than dressing in probably leather or Kevlar and going out to beat criminals with his bare hands?”

Nightwing opened and closed his mouth. He coughed awkwardly. “Other than that. Why is he- um, stinky? Soul-wise,” Nightwing added, clearly humoring the tinny little voice at the base of his temples that was an annoyed Red Hood saying that he showered. “He showers often. And is definitely not stinky body odor wise.”

“I am not a doctor. Well, not now anyways,” Danny said, thinking about his future PhD. “But he’s got a… soul infection. His natural immunity- all souls have a natural immunity against regular outside influences- is working hard to repel the equivalence of chronic bronchitis.”

“There’s… no way to help him?”

“I never said that,” Danny tilted his head. “Bring your brother to meet Danny. He could probably handle it.”

“The civilian?”

“His parents hunted my kind, once. He helped protect me and my people. If anyone knows how to cure it, it would be him.”

Phantom could not afford to deal with this right now, because Danny had a presentation tomorrow that he needed to finish.

“Oh. Thank you, Phantom.” Nightwing said, looking relieved and pensive. Danny decided right then and there that was Future Danny’s problem.

Danny nodded distractedly, blinking out.

He blinked back in. Nightwing jerked back. “Do you happen to have any examples of corrupt politicians in Gotham?”

Nightwing blinked before laughing. “It’d probably be easier to name the ones that aren’t.”

“Good to know. Thank you!”

——

A couple of days later, Tim and two older guys ambushed him in the quad.

“Hi! I’m Dick! This is my brother Jason! We’re Tim’s older brothers!”

Danny looked down at his hand- trapped in an overexcited handshake- and back up at Dick.

Whatever expression he was making, it must have been ha-fucking-larious because Tim and Jason burst out into laughter. Danny cursed his past self.

“Yeah?” Danny blinked. Wait. His smile grew and he made a face like he just realized something. “Oh. So you’re Nightwing?”

The laughter cut off.

“Haha, what?”

“Phantom told me you’d be coming but I, uh, thought you’d be in gear. Not… straight up telling me who you are?”

“You’re in regular contact with Phantom?” Tim demanded.

“Yeah, dude. After you- wait, you’re Red Robin!” Danny whispered.

“Oh shit, B’s gonna be pissed,” Jason drawled, looking mildly amused and hiding an extremely cautious, possibly lethal (if it weren’t for the fact that Danny’s pretty much impossible to kill with regular weapons) reaction.

“You’re one to talk. I’d smell your soul no matter what your disguise was.”

“…About that.”

——

You might be wondering: wouldn’t Dick know not to show up in civvies?

Yes. Except for the fact that Tim stalked Danny for weeks after he met Phantom and Danny hadn’t hung out with (himself) at all. They think Danny doesn’t know Phantom well enough to even talk to him much, despite being from the same town because: they’re all big city kids and have never experienced small town solidarity and, more importantly, gossip grapevines + they have no idea these two are the same people.

A deleted scene:

“When did you have time to talk to Phantom?” Tim demanded. Jason nudged Tim. That had hinted too much at what Tim was doing on his off hours and stalking was usually frowned upon.

“When I wasn’t talking to you, duh.”

[hrtzstargirl]

I Wanna Be Yours.

Danielle Marsh.

Synopsis: She figured it out. Why she keeps throwing you those loving eyes, after a long time of being confused finally she is certain about one thing. Being yours.

Part 1

Pairing: Danielle Marsh x 6th!member!reader

Warnings/side notes: I decided to make a part 2 of my first Danielle fic, I thought it's cute and necessary because of how the first ended🥲 I'm posting a lot these days, cuz it's winter break! I am feeling that christmas spirit that's why I'm not lazy the past few days LMAO, anyway MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!

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Danielle is confused. She's very confused, why? Because Minji's words are starting to hit her, she couldn't get her words out of her head. She's been acting different lately but is trying to mask it by being bubbly as usual.

One thing she hates the most whenever she's feeling like this or when she's out of her mind—is that you noticed. You always did and Danielle hates it. She hates how you can read her like an open book, hates it how you know her better than herself, hates it when you understand her feelings better than she does.

Due to the stress, she's been distancing herself from you and it's driving you insane. And the fact that Hanni's words seems to hit too.

Danielle slumped down on the couch, her mind seems to be drifting to somewhere else. The noises of the green room fell on her deaf ears. There she is again, zoning out, staring into the distance.

No matter how much she tried, her thoughts will always comes back to you. Your smile, you laugh, your goofiness, your loser personality, how you make her feel like she's the only girl in this world, how you treat her, you're an entire green forest in her eyes.

She always found herself staring at you from afar with that same look, the same look she and Minji talked about, the same reason why she isn't feeling like herself the past few weeks.

She couldn't shake those butterflies in her stomach, she isn't a fool, she knows what it means. She's just wasn't sure why and how.

She feels the spot next to next sink, indicating someone sat next to her. She didn't have to turn her head to look, she know who it was.

"Dani, there it is again." She heard Minji let out a deep sigh.

"Can't help it if she looks like that." Danielle replied, her eyes glued to your figure, putting the ear piece on and letting the staff members fix the wires and your clothes.

"I know, but you're making this hard on yourself."

"I'm not... I'm just—taking the time to think about this thoroughly."

"Thoroughly? Why, isn't she worth the risk?" Haerin popped out, sending Minji an apologetic smile after she flinched.

"She is. She's worth everything I have, I'm just afraid that I will hurt her in the future. Hurt her because I couldn't get myself together.." Danielle responded, giving Minji no time to scold Haerin for popping out so suddenly.

"Danielle, she's worried. She noticed how you distance yourself. She knows everything and she don't like it." Minji placed her hand on Danielle's shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.

"I know."

"You have to talk to her."

"I know."

Minji sighed, her voice softening. "Dani, sometimes the best way to figure things out is to talk about them. You owe it to yourself and to her."

"I know, just give me time." Danielle's eyes couldn't help but softened at the sight of you smiling ang giggling at something Hyein said.

"You have time, just make sure that time doesn't run out." Minji replied gently, giving Danielle's shoulder a comforting squeeze.

Danielle sighed, her gaze still fixed on you. "It's just... she's so important to me. I don't want to mess this up."

Minji smiled, her tone supportive. "I understand, Dani. But sometimes, you have to take risks for the people you care about. Talk to her, let her know what's been going on. She deserves to hear it from you."

"I will, unnie."

Minji gave her a reassuring smile before leaving to annoy Hanni. Danielle's eyes lingered on you for what felt like eternity before the staffs announced that they're up on stage next.

May God have mercy on her poor heart, you're too beautiful for the world to see, they don't even deserve to see you. Before Danielle get lost in her thoughts again, you turn around, catching her eyes before giving her a small smile and leaving.

"Bro! We're up next, come on!" Hanni's loud voice called out to her.

"Yeah, coming." She muttered before standing up to join the rest of the girls.

The whole performance, her eyes always finds you, the fans noticed it, the girls, and of course you did. It confuses you, avoiding you but kept her eyes on you, what's wrong with her?

A question even herself she can't answer. She watches you dance flawlessly, entrance the audience with your voice, bring even the strongest men on their knees with your beauty.

She's down bad, she wants you and she can't do anything about it. Not until she fixes herself and her mistakes to be better for you.

Danielle felt a storm of emotions swirling inside her. Every time she looked at you, her heart ached with longing. She couldn't tear her gaze away from you, no matter how hard she tried. The connection she felt was undeniable, but her own insecurities and fears held her back.

As the performance continued, Danielle's resolve began to waver. She knew she couldn't keep avoiding you forever. Sooner or later, she would have to confront her feelings and find a way to bridge the gap that had grown between you.

And maybe, just maybe, she would find the courage to tell you how much you meant to her.

--

The night is cold, colder than usual. Maybe it's because it's winter. Snow falls from the sky, landing softly on the ground, creating a serene, white blanket over everything. The streetlights cast a warm glow, illuminating the snowflakes as they drift lazily down.

You pull your coat around yourself, breath visible in the chilly air, the snow crunch between your feet as you walk wherever they take you. It's Christmas tomorrow, it's not your favorite holiday but it's still the best.

You stare at the lights in front of you, the silly light shows of Christmas decorations twinkling in a multitude of colors. Each one seems to pulse with its own rhythm, creating a mesmerizing display. The festive cheer in the air contrasts with the turmoil in your heart, and you can't help but feel a bit overwhelmed.

The decorations are whimsical, with reindeer prancing and Santa Claus waving from rooftops. The trees are adorned with glittering ornaments and garlands, casting a warm, inviting glow. It's a scene straight out of a holiday movie, but your mind is elsewhere, caught up in thoughts of Danielle.

As you take in the lights, you hear footsteps approaching. Turning your head, you see Danielle walking towards you, her breath visible in the chilly air. She stops beside you, her gaze also drawn to the decorations.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" She said without looking at you.

"Yeah.." You muttered a response but you weren't looking at the decorations anymore. Your gaze is now on the girl beside you, watching the lights reflect in her eyes, making them seem to sparkle, adding to the magic of the moment.

Why is she here? Wasn't she supposed to be with Haerin and Hyein? Did she ditched them to be here with me? Why is she like this..? Thoughts ran through your head, wondering and wondering.

After weeks of avoiding me, why is she here now? You couldn't help but feel an ounce of anger. She can't just ignore you and then act like nothing had happened between you two.

She turned to you, her eyes soft and held some emotions you couldn't explain—was it guilt? Sadness? Love-what? Maybe anger—why is she angry?

Your eyes stares at her face, you couldn't help but feel a weird feeling in your stomach, it's tickling yet comforting. It's a lovely feeling, she's getting beautiful each passing seconds, won't be long until she officially became a Goddess.

"Y/n." She said softly, hearing your name fall from her tongue makes you see stars, you never liked your name, but when she says it. It sounds so beautiful, like a prayer in the warm night air.

You felt a surge of emotions, your heart racing at the sound of your name spoken with such tenderness. The way she looked at you, with a mixture of hope and vulnerability, made your breath catch in your throat.

"Danielle." You replied with the same tone, the same tenderness she had used when saying your name.

A shiver ran down her spine as she heard her name spoken with such affection. It felt like the world had stopped, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of warmth amidst the cold night air.

The snow continued to fall softly around you, each flake adding to the quiet beauty of the moment. Danielle's eyes were filled with a storm of emotions—guilt, hope, and something deeper that you couldn't quite place but made your heart beat faster.

"I've missed you." She admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

You looked at her with a mixture of confusion and concern. "I never left, Dani. Why did you miss me?"

Danielle's eyes softened, a hint of sadness and vulnerability in her gaze. "It's not about you physically being here. It's about the connection we had, the closeness. I've been avoiding you because I was scared of my feelings. But in doing so, I felt like I lost you."

You felt a ache in your heart. Of course you missed her too, you want to be mad at her for avoiding you so suddenly. Maybe this is the chance for her to enlighten you why.

"I've missed you too. More than you know." You admitted, your voice tinged with both longing and frustration.

She felt it. Danielle felt the frustration in your voice, she's angry at herself for making you suffer her pain too. All she wanted for you was to be happy, but her distance affected you as well.

"I'm so sorry, my Y/n." Her voice trembling, vulnerability can be felt. "For distancing myself, for making you feel my pain too. I never meant for it to happen."

You stare at her in softly, the sincerity and remorse in her voice cutting through the frustration you had felt. You reached out, gently lifting her chin so her eyes met yours. Wiping the tear that feel from her beautiful eye.

"I thought having time alone with myself would help me realize that I want to be the best version of myself for you. You don't deserve the Danielle who shuts everyone out whenever she feels down. No, you deserve better—the one who will come to you when she feels down, the one who will never distance herself."

Your eyes filled with confusion, why is she telling you this? "Dani, what are you talking about?"

She choked up a sob, stopping herself from crying out loud. Her guilt is eating her alive, she doesn't have the strength to hide it anymore.

"I like you—wait no scratch that. I love you." She breath out, "I love you that's why I want to be better for you. I have bad habits, Haerin asked me why do I have to think this thoroughly? It's because I don't want to hurt you one way or another. I want you to have the Danielle you deserve. And right now, I am not the best version of myself. It sucks—I know, I hate it when you notices my mood before the others. hate it when you're there for me, hate you for being so understanding and beautiful, hate it when other people try to steal you from me, hate it when—"

She didn't have time to finish when you suddenly press your lips against hers. Effectively shutting her up, she stood frozen—unable to process.

For a moment, everything seemed to stand still. The world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in that intimate, breathtaking moment. Danielle's eyes widened in surprise, but slowly, she began to relax into the kiss, her hands gently finding their way to your waist, while yours on her shoulders.

Before you two could get lost in each others lips, you forced yourself to pull away, your cheeks flushed red, from the cold and blush spreading across your face.

Danielle's eyes fluttered open, her own cheeks mirroring the same rosy hue. She looked at you with a mixture of surprise and longing, her breath coming in soft, visible puffs in the chilly air.

"I love you too." That's all Danielle need to pull you in for another kiss, pull you closer until there was no space left between you.

The warmth of her embrace and the softness of her lips made your heart race. The world around you seemed to disappear, leaving just the two of you in that perfect moment. The snow continued to fall gently, creating a serene and magical backdrop for your kiss.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your cheeks flushed with a mix of cold and the intensity of your emotions. Danielle's eyes sparkled with happiness, and she smiled at you, her heart full of love.

"Please don't distance yourself again. My love, you're already the best version of yourself in my eyes, we can deal with anything as long as we're together. Promise me you won't do it again." You held out your pinky finger to her.

She smiled softly, the storm in her eyes now long gone, replaced by love and happiness. She interlocked her pinky finger with yours. "I promise."

"I wanna be yours." She whispered while staring into your eyes.

"You're already mine." You replied softly, a tender smile spreading across your face.

Danielle's eyes sparkled with happiness, and she felt a sense of peace wash over her. She couldn't be happier, and neither could you.

As you two shared your wonderful moment together, the girls watched from afar, Hyein was trying to bite into a candy cane, Haerin munched on cookies, while Hanni and Minji stood with pride smiles on their faces.

"How did you convinced Dani to finally talk to her?" Hanni asked, her eyes still glued to the two of you.

"I didn't, it's those two who did." Minji nodded towards the two younger members who's busy eating, earning an amuse chuckle from the other.

[socialc1imb]

“Please, we Monkey Three, humbly beseech you, child cloaked in green”

Chonny Jash? In MY Majora’s Mask? More likely than you think.

Do NOT repost my art without asking/without credit.

Song btw :)

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) The Monkey King: Reborn in "The Sakutopian Fox Princess and The Monkey King"

On the Glorious Morning, The Princess Of Sakutopia, Japan Name "Princess Saphira Lorraina Fox" Who was On the Journey To meet the Oracle At the Temple In the Mighty Forest Mountains.. She Ride Her Mighty Kirin Name "Yuki" The leader and the King of the Herds on the Path to seek The Oracle, The reason Why she was Seeking the Oracle Is because She kept Rejecting alot of Suitors back In Sakutopia, Japan. One By one, Many Suitors are rejected by the princess because their hearts are nothing but greed and Dishonoring, and their Minds Are Power Obsessive and Abusive as well, Mostly they wanted the Throne and treat Saphira Like a "simple house wife, maid, servant, or Much worse of them all.. A Slave", Then her Father Decided to Send Saphira to Seek the Oracle At the Zhen Yuan Temple to tell her Whats Her Future Husband Will be soon and what Future Holds as well. When She made it to the Zhen yuans temple, the two Guardian Deities Came and saw Saphira wearing a beautiful Royal kimono and the beautiful Celestial Fox mask and She said,

Saphira:" Greetings, I am Princess Saphira Lorraina Fox Of Sakutopia and I am Here to seek the Oracle."

Deity 1: "And you've come to stay For the Night as well after Seeking the Oracle?"

Saphira:" Why yes, I must Know what Future holds, you see i was sent From m-"

The Second Deity cut off,

Deity 2:" Your Father, we know. The Master Is Fully aware that your here as well, Your More welcome to Stay and we have a Feeling that Master Tang and Those 3 deity will be arriving as well."

Saphira: "Oh? and who are they?"

Deity 1: " We'll Deal with it, So don't worry about it. Please Follow us."

As Saphira Follows the two Deity as they Guided her to the Nice Luxurious Guest room and She loves it very much and then She thanked them very much as she bows ..and then the two Deity sense that they have arrived, as one of them told her that She can feel free to explore until The Oracle finally arrives in the Form of the elderly Woman, She told Saphira That She is in Terrible Danger and that She will be Cursed By a Demon King Name "Yuandi" the First demon Who will put Saphira Into an Eternal Sleep But She will be Awaken by true loves Kiss From a hero Who was Known as "The Great Sage equal to heaven", Saphira was Shocked that Her Future Husband will be the "Monkey king". Then She asked How would this be possible? But the oracle Answers that Destiny has it's ways to bring Two immortal lovers Together For the good of Saphira's Kingdom.. After the oracle left, Saphira began to Explore the temple while wearing a Lovely Fox Mask and began to Hum and Sings Softly with her beautiful Angelic Voice but little does she know that her Voice Echoes through temple and Nature itself At the center of the Temple, Pigsy Heard Her Voice and realized that there's a Princess In The temple as well along with an enchanted Fruit. Then He began to try to look For Sun wukong to Tell him But He already knows because he too heard Saphira's Voice, So He decided to See who She was and began Following Her beautiful Voice Unexpected By Shapeshift into a bug and Pigsy Turns into a caterpillar, When they Found Her In the Lovely Garden,, The Monkey King Saw the Princess Wearing a Fox Mask but he was curious about whats behind that mask of hers While Saphira Is relaxing and Humming beautifully until.. She saw a green Weird looking caterpillar with a Pig face..when she gets closer, Pigsy Spoke saying "Hiya gorgeous!" Saphira made a Small screams and runs off from the garden saying the caterpillar can talk, She stopped and glance back and pants..She could've swore That this Weird caterpillar can talk, She Spawn a beautiful fan and began to fan herself like she's going to Faint, After fanning herself and began to walk on the boardwalk until She hears the Fluttering of the beetle as she sees the weird Pig face caterpillar again and he Spoke again, trying to flirt at her.. but then saphira Smacked him with her fan and hits the wall as he change back to the original self with a Puff of smoke and she runs off fearfully, While she was running and head to the Big Garden part and She looked around making sure that Pigsy doesn't followed her, When she thought it was coast is clear But She was Followed by a weird Brown beetle but turns out it was the monkey king in the beetle form as she gasp and began to fall backward but She was caught by his arms and he said..

[sleepymarimo]

𝕤𝕟𝕒𝕡 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕥!

summary: when he sees you falling for the charms of a particular chef, law decides that he needs to step in... pairing: law x gn!reader cw: law is lowkey (highkey) manipulative?? an: a little longer than i thought it would be lol but i hope y'all enjoy wc: ~900 ⤷ based on this song! ⤷ part of this arctic monkeys mini event!

law's decision to take you to punk hazard with him was based on, more or less, rational reasons. you had a level head on your shoulders, your loyalty was unwavering and you were skilled in your area of expertise.

but most importantly? he could keep an eye on you.

yet, as the thousand sunny sailed off with the two of you in tow, he can't help but regret his decision.

with crossed arms, he leans against the railing and watches the love sick cook tend to your every need. the blond pampers you with flirtatious comments and treats of your choice, his eyes pooling with lust.

law can just tell that you're flattered by the attention.

for a second he opts to look away, his gaze snapping downwards to the swordsman who was napping a couple feet from him. he rolls his eyes at the sight, unable to keep his focus off of you for long.

your fidgeting fingers, bashful smile and the way you don't even attempt to push away the cook all wear law's patience down. you even lean into sanji's personal space, your whole body turning as you offered him all of your attention.

are you completely blind? law wonders, unable to hold in a scoff. briefly, he considers grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking the foolishness out of you.

he gets it.

confined to the walls of the polar tang, surrounded by crew mates who were akin to family, this kind of attention must have been appealing to you. that doesn't mean he has to like it, though. especially when, for nearly the past month, he's been thinking of a plan to tell you how he feels.

between managing the crew's best interests and his own desires, he chooses to bide his time. he can hold out. he's been holding out, ever since you came aboard his vessel. but he's smart and wary when it comes to such matters, so he takes to making things happen behind the scenes.

it's a little much, sure, but the surgeon is adamant on getting what he wants.

does he know what's best for you? law likes to think so.

the moment sanji drapes an arm around your shoulders, he decides that he's had enough. a familiar blue hue encapsulates the deck of the ship. "room."

accustomed to the spectacle that is law's devil fruit ability, you simply look towards your captain and offer him an inquisitive expression.

"shambles."

now, you're right beside him.

your head snaps towards where you were once standing, bringing a hand to your mouth when you notice sanji's arm wrapped around the shoulders of a groggy green haired swordsman. the two men don't have time to focus their attention on law, instead turning their anger towards one another as they began to exchange heated blows.

now in your own private corner of the ship, you give law an incredulous look. "law..." you say with some caution. "what was that about?"

he says your name, sharp and direct. "you need to snap out of it."

your brows furrow, arms crossing over your chest. you struggled to connect the dots and understand what he was referring to. the surgeon wasn't exactly the most open when it came to matters of the heart, so it didn't cross your mind that he'd be referring to anything of that nature.

"snap out of it?" you echo back, head tilting. "what're you talking about?"

that perverted chef. he thinks to himself, masking away any hints of displeasure by rolling his eyes and giving you his signature indifferent, observing expression. he'll fall for anything with two legs and a pretty face. just wait for this to all blow over and then i can take care of you how you want me to.

he can't tell you all that though, so he coolly manipulates his words and frames his concern in a more rational light. his tattooed fingers curl around your chin, squeezing lightly as he turned your face back towards the cook. he can't let it show, but he savors the feel of your soft skin under his fingers.

your eyes widen when you see sanji swooning over nami, pulling all the same lines and offering her her favorite dishes. you can feel your cheeks get warm as a sense of clarity runs through you, realizing that maybe you were a little too naive when it came to these things.

but at least you have a captain you can trust to steer you in the right direction, right?

"distractions." he says, simple and to the point, not giving you room to consider any ulterior motives he might have. "we're here for a reason, understand? don't forget what's at stake here."

he lets go of your chin and waits for your response, already thinking about what he would say if you kept insisting on wasting your time with the cook. luckily, you get the point.

you give him a nod and appreciative smile. "yeah, you're right." your shoulders shrug, your fondness towards your captain growing. "i won't forget. i mean, even though we're in an alliance and all that, we should make sure to take care of each other first, right?"

the surgeon can't help but smirk, satisfied. "bingo."

law has patience. he can wait for the right time to make you his, but until then, he'd make sure no one else got in the way.

taglist: @dimplewonie

[thoughtsforsoob]

txt - how they show their love

A/n: I know I’m not the only one who thinks about how sweet these boys would be to their s/o :( I need my own heuning kai please. (Ugh I hate myself bc I know guys can be sweet and my last relationship was so terrible :/ I forgot I have standards. If a boy/girl puts you down, you leave them immediately!) anyways, please enjoy okay? Make sure to drink some water and have a yummy snack. Please send requests as well! Requests are open for texts and writing for nct dream, txt, and a few more.

{this one is quite long bc of the bullet point format so I added the "keep reading"on this post!}

soobin

He shows his love in such sweet and subtle ways.

One of these affectionate things he does (that I personally love) is him gaining interest in your hobbies.

He will sit there and watch you do whatever you do with literal heats in his eyes.

Please help, his pupils are actually changing shape. Jkjk.

Anyways, he always asks you questions about your hobbies and will even try them.

also, he likes to be taken care of in a relationship so he shows his love by looking at you with the upmost adoration when you're leading him somewhere, for example

he gives you this lovestruck eyes when you're pulling on his arm through the mall

he loves when you order for him when you go out to eat

you and him are literally the meme where the girl goes up the counter and says "he said no pickles >:(" and he's just standing behind you with a little smirk on his face

yeonjun

He shows his love through providing for you.

He's overall is the embodiment of the word ‘gentleman’.

He always opens the door for you when entering the car.

He holds your hand tight when you two are rushing through the train stations during rush hour.

He also always pays for EVERYTHING.

He gets irked when you try to pull out your card/cash to play for anything. He frowns and gently moves you to the side and he pays.

Afterwards, he sits you down and tells you that he wants to pay and that you should let him because he loves you so so much.

Let him because he will literally cry if you don’t let him pay.   

beomgyu

he's just a little silly guy so he show his affection through lots of physical contact and time together.

I say this later on for huening kai but he looooves hanging on you!

he’s like a little monkey

he just likes when you pretend to be annoyed because it makes him feel accomplished (he’s so annoying but I love it 😬)

Also like, calls you at 2 am

“baby I’m outside your apartment please come down”

“Beomgyu where are we going? It’s 2 am?”

“First of all, WHO is Beomgyu? Second of all, we’re going on a walk and there will possibly be snacks if you cooperate”

taehyun

He shows his love by looking after you very closely.

He leaves you daily reminders to take your vitamins, charge your phone/laptop, eat or drink something, etc… he wants to make sure you’re healthy and prepared for the day ahead of you.

He also always makes sure you’re not missing things.

One particular thing he does is restocking your pantry and fridge and also other personal care items.

If he notices you’re running out of your favorite drink, favorite snack, pads/tampons, etc, he will stop at the store to get them for you before heading to your apartment.

He also likes to have sit downs with you at least once a week and talking to you about your week.

He buys fancy masks and your favorite drinks so you two have spend a few hours de-stressing with each other.

heuning kai

He is very into physical affection so he shows his love by hanging on you in public.

Once he get the green light from you, he practically begs his company to let you both go public with your relationship so he can hug you and kiss you in public.

He loves coming up from behind you while you’re waiting for your coffee orders and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. He presses a kiss to the top of your head and tells you he love you sooooo so much.

He also shows his affection through gifts.

Surprise gifts at that.

He loves catching you off guard with anything from stationary to a new designer bag.

He’s a great gift giver because he pays close attention to the things you love.

[ask-the-archs]

A green bone-flesh-monkey dude is walking around, tossing and catching a painted wooden mask. In the shape of a monkey head. He stops when he spots K?d.

Well what do we have here?

@bloody-monkey

*K?d stares at him before speaking telepathically*

‘I am not a what, Oz-Looking-Monkey.’

[her-satanic-wiles]

October 29th

Breathplay, Swiss x Reader

Masterlist

Words: 4.2k.

Warnings: Breathplay; choking; Ghoul!Reader; public beginning; semi-public ending; public dry humping; dubcon; listen, I can’t help myself, okay?; they get real fucking awkward someone slap ‘em; finger sucking; fingering; squirting; positive degradation (took me 29 days but we got there in the end); possessive (if you squint); dacrophilia; unprotected sex; piv; vaginal sex; I went feral lmao; spit kink; cock warming;

Taglist: @sodoswitchimage @enchantedbunny @bitchywitchygardener @thew0man @sodomiser @the-did-i-ask @copias-sewer-rat @gehrmansbignaturals @deetz-ghuleh @onlyhereforghost @zombiesnips-blog @saturnhas82moons

Author's Note: Major thanks to @da-rulah for giving me this idea, like legit, this was all her idea. She’s the organ grinder, I’m just the monkey. Inspired by… recent events.

Recommended listening: Hypnosis by Sleep Token.

🔞 MDNI 🔞

It started with Dewdrop.

You danced on your podium stage, the roar of the crowd echoing in your ears as Watcher In The Sky droned on. The blinding spotlight followed your every move as you took your place behind the microphone, a sea of faces stretching out before you. The anticipation in the air was electric, and you could feel the bass thumping through the stage floor, matching the rhythm of your racing heart.

From the corner of your eye, underneath the mask, you saw him charging towards Dew at an alarming rate, his broad shoulders tense and fists clenched. It didn’t register fully until you got a good view of his body, and then you realised it was Swiss. Swiss was usually feral during this song - you’d seen clips of him online afterwards if you’d missed it during the concert. But usually he kept his insanity to his corner of the stage. Not tonight, though. Tonight he was gunning for the source of his anguish - tonight he was racing towards Dewdrop and his guitar that was loudly whining in everyone’s ears.

The first time it happened, it was just a scream. Well, a scream and a bite, but it wasn’t anything more than that. Harmless, really… even though it did set you on edge. There was something equally thrilling yet terrifying about seeing this big, burly man, who was usually the sweetest guy, angrily charge at someone so small in comparison; but also knowing that he had gained the confidence to wander around. You weren’t forbidden to leave your individual stages per se, but Papa did prefer it if you stayed in your place.

This was also amongst all the things he was doing with the other Ghouls - namely with Aurora. The way he got on his knees for her every time Cirice played, every time he pretended to pleasure her, sent shockwave after shockwave through your body. And the night they kissed? You felt the green-eyed-monster make an ugly appearance, and wished that was you.

The next time it happened, things got a little more… heated. His strong hands wrapped themselves around Dew, engulfing his entire hip and front. His large frame dwarfed the Ghoul in comparison and completely hid him from your view. You couldn’t see what Swiss was doing to him, but judging by the repetitive movements his arm and shoulder were doing you could easily come to a general conclusion.

The third night was worse… so. Much. Worse. You watched as Swiss wrapped his large hand around Dew’s neck, gently choking him while imitating jerking himself off. It definitely shouldn’t have done things to you. It definitely shouldn’t have made you think the things you did. It was just two guys playing around on stage… sure their game got a little sexual, but there was no harm done and the crowd certainly enjoyed it. That night though, as he was walking away, he made eye contact with you and caught your mouth agape. That night, he decided he was going to come and hang out with you for a few songs.

The next day, as you were putting your uniform on and painting your face the typical Ghoul style, a knock wrapped at your door. “Come in!” You shouted. Your body froze when Swiss walked through the door.

“Hey, loser.” He teased as he usually did, leaning up against the door frame. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing his gorgeous forearms that were crossed against the broad expanse of his chest - and you weren’t at all staring at the way that position pushed his breasts together to create a tempting amount of cleavage, visible only by the crease of his shirts. The leg he wasn’t resting on had also crossed over his body, and stabled him a little more by the toe of his boots.

You cleared your throat and looked back to the mirror, picking up your black paint box and scooping more up onto your finger. “Hey, loser. Did you not have anything better to do than watch me get ready?”

He tutted. “Now, can’t a guy come and visit his favourite Ghoul before a concert for a little conversation? What if I was Rain, hm?”

“Well, if you were Rain then I’d be much kinder. But you’re you. You want something. Spill.”

He sighed. “Fine,” he raised his hands in defeat, “you got me. How’s about we play a little game on stage tonight?” He walked over to you and stood behind your chair, looking at you in the mirror. His hands rested on your shoulders and gave you a little rub.

“What did you have in mind?”

“I’ll choke you instead of Dew.”

You tried not to react in any incriminating way - this was Swiss you were talking to. If he saw a flicker of anything besides absolute disdain or unbothered attutitudes, he’d rib you for the rest of time. You swallowed, and continued applying your paints. “Why me? The crowd loves that gay shit and what you do to Dew. Hell, they love what you do to Aurora, too.”

“Yes, but,” he leaned down so his mouth was level with your ear, his deep voice dropping low, “you love it, too, don’t you?” You froze. “I’ve caught your face. You’re not as sneaky as you think you are, you know?” He stood back upright. “Unless you actively stop me, I’m going to play with you tonight. Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Silence.

He tapped your shoulder and walked out of your dressing room. “See you tonight!”

You stepped onto the stage that night, the bright lights momentarily blinding you. The roar of the crowd echoed through the arena as the music began.Your thoughts kept drifting to Swiss—and whatever the hell it was that he had planned.

Swiss stood there, his presence commanding and his voice a captivating force. His every move seemed to draw you in, and you found it hard to concentrate on your own performance. The lyrics you were supposed to sing became a blur as you watched him, transfixed by his talent and charisma.

You tried to focus on your harmonies and choreography, but Swiss’s magnetic presence was an irresistible distraction. Every time your eyes met his, a spark of connection passed between you, intensifying the infatuation that had taken hold of your heart.

The familiar darkness of Cirice screamed through your in-ears, and you looked back over to Swiss’ podium but he was missing. Nowhere to be found. Given your conversation earlier, and his habit of going feral during Watcher in the Sky, you assumed he would do something then. It wasn’t until you felt his hands around your neck you realised he had other intentions. His fingers clasped your neck as the intro reached its pace change, the tips of each appendage falling onto your throat seductively, as though he were drumming on a desk and using his thumb as an anchor. You felt his helmet connect with yours and his body press up against your back. The longer he stayed there, hands attached to your throat, the tighter they held, squeezing the sides of your esophogus like an anaconda about to feed. Of course, he didn’t restrict your air flow. Of course, his hands tightened in all the correct places that made you feel lightheaded without damaging your body.

Of course he knew how to do that.

You couldn’t hear anything, or take in what else was going on. Your mind was consumed by his hand, and now something else pressing into your hip you didn’t expect to come out and play. The feeling of your pulse quicken sent shockwaves through Swiss’ body upon the realisation that you enjoyed this. You liked feeling his hand around your throat. You liked how hard he was squeezing. He placed his other hand on your hip and, clearly thinking only with his dick, rutted into you. The first time was an accident, he told himself. The second, third and even fourth time was because you felt so good against him, he couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t until he heard Papa singing the opening lyric, he remembered where he was, and that you both had to stop. So, he pulled away, and rushed back to his own stage.

After the adrenaline of the concert had faded, you found yourself back in your hotel room, still buzzing with the memory of Swiss’s hands haunting your mind, and you swore you could still feel his fingers ghosting your skin. As you tried to unwind, there was a sudden knock on your hotel room door.

Startled, you crossed the room and opened the door to find Swiss standing there, his expression a mix of nervousness and determination. He had sought you out, and it was clear he wanted to talk.

“Hey,” he began, his voice a little uncertain. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened tonight. I-”

“Come in.” You said, opening your door wider and allowing him to enter.

“Thank you. I just wanted to apologise for crossing a line tonight.” You closed the door behind him. “I don’t know what happened. I don’t have any excuses. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologise, I-”

“I crossed boundaries, I really-”

“I liked it!” The words spilled out of your mouth, revealing a depth of feeling you hadn’t intended to share just yet. Swiss’s surprise was evident, but his expression softened with understanding, and a hint of a smile played at the corners of his lips.

He took a step closer, his eyes searching yours for sincerity. “I… I didn’t realize,” he began, his voice laced with a touch of vulnerability. “Where do we go from here, exactly?”

To hell with it, you thought. The damage had already been done, you might as well just rip off the bandaid and get it over with. “You could do it again.”

“N-now?”

“If you want…”

“No, I want… to.” He swallowed. The man in front of you was now so far from the Swiss you knew. His confidence was… somewhere in the room. But nowhere near him at the present. A tinge of excitement mixed with the nervousness in Swiss’s eyes as he contemplated the idea of doing it again. It was a leap into uncharted territory for both of you, a risky move that could either cement your connection or create an irreparable divide. Yet, the allure of it was too strong to resist. “Can I kiss you?”

Your voice came out breathier than usual - breathier than it ought to be. “Yes.”

Swiss finally closed the gap, his lips touching yours softly at first, not wanting to let loose too quickly and scare you away. He’d already crossed multiple boundaries today, he couldn’t bring himself to cross another. His hands came to your biceps, thumbs rubbing over the clothed skin in a comforting up and down motion. It wasn’t until you’d decided you were ready for something more that he finally let up.

Still in his uniform, you grasped onto his collar and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss and earning a little grunt in response from him. His left hand travelled upwards as your tongue gained access to his mouth, and eventually you felt his bare palm over your neck, thick fingers gently squeezing at the sides. You whimpered into his mouth, the sound so delicious on his tongue and reverberating in his ears, sending blood rushing south. That one sound did things to him he had never imagined. That one sound made him vow that you were going to cum around his cock tonight, with his hand wrapped around your throat.

He broke the kiss to torment you further, as if his actions on stage the last few days hadn’t been enough. As he spoke, his hand remained on your throat, and his voice was barely above a whisper. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you? I can feel your shakes of excitement. Those moans. The light in your eyes.”

“Please.” You said. As he squeezed at the sides, you could feel the restriction but not enough to cut of air supply entirely. Your head felt light and dreamy, eyes hooded with lust, hands grasping onto his forearms tightly to help you steady yourself. You begged, for what you couldn’t say. Maybe it was just force of habit; maybe it was your brain telling you to say it because he liked it; or maybe you wanted him to do unspeakable things to you while his fingers threatened to close your airways. A delirious smile painted on your face as though you were descending into madness the longer he touched you. His hand on your throat wasn’t enough for you. You imagined his other hand between your legs, dipped into your cunt. You wanted his fingers to violate you, roughly penetrate your walls and hit that spot hard over and over until you were screaming out for him.

Regardless, he approved, confirming this with a hum, voice so low it sounded like a tiger’s purr. “Please what? Use your words, tell me what you want.”

“Your hands.”

“My hands, hm? Doing what?”

“Touch me.”

He ghosted his lips over yours. “I am touching you.”

You took his free hand into yours and guided it to your waistband, dipping it below the fabric and hovering above your core, already wet and ready for him. “Here, too.”

“Greedy pup. No, baby. If I’m going to touch you, I’m going to do it properly.” He removed contact from you completely and took a step back. “Undress yourself.” You watched him remove the watch from his wrist, eyes fixated on his hands. “So desperate to have me touch you. Come on, baby. Don’t make me ask you again.”

You nodded dumbly, slowly removing items from your body until you stood bare in front of him. Swiss, in that time, had been removing his own clothes, except he was left only in his underwear. He placed one final kiss against your lips, feather-light and leaving you wanting, but still grateful for the attention. “On the bed, sweet baby. Spread your legs for me.” He instructed.

You followed his orders like a soldier to their commanding officer, eagerly hopping on the bed and exposing yourself to him. Where the confidence came from, you couldn’t say. In a normal situation, you’d be much more modest or tasteful with your movements, hesitant to expose yourself so readily. But there was something about Swiss’ commanding demeanor, his authoritative aura that had the hairs on your body stand on end, electrified in anticipation of what was to come. He had you wrapped around his little finger so quickly, it should have scared you. You weren’t one to easily submit. Yet you watched him climb over your body with hunger in your eyes, and mischief in his. You zealously sucked on his thick, middle fingers when he placed them in your mouth, and shivered when you felt them prod at your sopping entrance.

His digits met no resistance as they breached your walls, tapping the secret button inside that made your mouth fall open in complete pleasure. The squelch of your juices drowned out your little whimpers, and sped up as his tempo became more and more vigorous. Your body shook with the ferocity of his movements, and your fingers clutched onto the bedsheets to divert the energy from your mouth and cope with the overwhelming feeling boiling up inside you. You had to remind yourself of your location, that you were sharing a wall with a colleague and that you couldn’t be too loud; but Swiss simply tutted.

“Am I not making you feel good?”

You had to force air back into your lungs. “You are!”

“Then why can’t I hear you?”

“I-” You didn’t know what to say.

“Let me hear those slutty little moans, baby. Or I’ll stop.”

“No! Don’t stop, please don’t!”

“Then,” as he moved his fingers inside you, his other hand came to your throat, “be loud for me. And play with your clit.”

At the feeling of him restricting your esophagus again, combined with both of your hands working in tandem with each other, you had begun to reach heights you’d never been able to achieve with another person, even yourself. There were times when you were in the throes of touching yourself, when your own hand was desperately working yourself to orgasm, that you’d choke yourself in order to feel the ecstasy you were begging for. But it wasn’t quite the same - it never was. Yet now, your finger was frantically rubbing over yourself as your other hand moved from the bed sheets to clutch around his wrist as it gripped tightly to your neck, deliciously sending you back into that state of delirium.

Swiss knelt in between your legs, allowing your hips to buck wildly. His eyes were fixated on your face, cock hardening at the sight of you. Your eyes were rolling back into your skull, your mouth hanging open as if you were possessed. You were one tongue and a few tears away from a perfect ahegao, but there was still time. He’d make sure of it.

“Swiss!” You called out helplessly from below him, weak, vulnerable, half-crazy with the feelings he was making your body feel. He couldn’t deny just how delicious his name sounded coming from your swollen lips, oozing with need and desperation. Your mind was completely his; your body gifted to him willingly in your need to be choked and dominated. His name was the only thing you’d remember while he had you under his touch - under his fist. “G-gonna cum!”

“Yeah?” His voice was a little higher pitched, condescending. “Is my perfect girl gonna cum all over my fingers, hm?”

“Yes! Yes! Lucifer, yes!”

“No, no, no. Not on my watch, baby girl. Lucifer can’t make you feel this good. Who is?”

“You are!”

“Say my fucking name.”

“Swiss! Fuck! Cum-cumming!”

Vesuvius had nothing on your eruption. He paled in comparison to the earth-shattering explosion that set off inside you, and forced its way out without your knowledge. You poured yourself all over him, bathing him in your sacred water while your throat screamed bloody-murder beneath his hand. Fingernails dug into his skin as your body shook, cunt clenching tightly around him. Your vision, when you were able to think coherently again, was black in the corners from the intensity of your orgasm. As your orgasm subsided, Swiss’ hand pulled out of you and took over from yours, gently rubbing circles into your clit and making your body clench with little pockets of sensitive aftershocks. He wouldn’t stop until you told him to, and those words weren’t falling from your lips so he continued his ministrations, working you into over-sensitivity, gradually picking up the pace until his fingers were ferociously working you up towards a second orgasm; and you, the ever-willing recipient to his torture, accepted those gifts graciously, desperately calling his name as your mind went dumb from the pleasure.

Tears were falling from your eyes this time, and you clenched around nothing when you felt his broad tongue lick them from your face. All the while, his hand never left your throat.

His cock was girthy - average length but thick, and it met no resistance as it slid into you. His thigh hooked under your knee and lifted your leg further up the bed, allowing yourself to open up even more to him, and granting him the ability to bury himself all the way inside you, only stopping when there was nothing more to give. Every single one of your nerve-endings were standing on edge, holding matches to light the third fuse of the evening and preparing to hurt you in all the best ways. Swiss’ hand was on your throat, applying a similar amount of pressure as before while forcing your head in place to keep eye contact with him as he bottomed out. The drag of him against your walls, stretching you, filling you, was exquisite. His eyes, burning hotter than embers bore into your own, creating a depraved yet intimate moment as he geared up to fuck you into the mattress.

“Oh that’s fucking it, baby girl.” He moaned out in pleasure above you, savouring the tightness he’d buried himself inside. He removed the pressure from your neck to allow you some respite, but he kept it there to remind you of his intentions. “Fucking hell. If I’d known your cunt was this good I’d have taken you much sooner.” He began to thrust into you, resting most of his weight onto his other hand. His pubic mound rubbed against your clit, hairs tickling you and providing a small amount of stimulation. “This pussy was Hell-sent just for me, wasn’t it? Shit. So fucking perfect. You open up so well for me. So fucking wet for me, shit!”

He picked up speed. “Fucking ruining me. Why would I fuck another slut when I’ve got you, hm? So willing, and pliant,” he applied pressure again and watched your eyes light up, “and freaky. Oh shit!”

He was speechless for a while, focussing on the sound of your cunt swallowing him over and over again, squelching for him in appreciation of his hard work. He looked down to watch the cream of your pussy gathering around the base of his cock - well, all of it that wasn’t streaming down your folds and gathering on the sheets below you. So fucking tight and wet for him. He’d never been with anyone quite like you. The way your pussy opened up for him, the tears you were crying because of him, your screams of ecstasy. It was almost too much.

“Open up for me, baby girl.” He told you, and once you obliged, a string of his saliva dripped from his mouth into yours. He was laying claim to you wherever he could and groaned deeply when he felt you clench around him, becoming impossibly tighter. “Fucking hell - you loved that didn’t you? My beautiful, dirty whore. Touch yourself for me again.”

Your hand snaked down between your bodies to rub at your clit again, harshly and quickly stroking yourself in desperation of your third orgasm. You could tell that he wasn’t far off himself, erratic thrusts announcing how close he was. All the while, you were mewling beneath him - screaming for him. The drag of his cock against your walls, working alongside the tightness of his hand around your throat intermittently squeezing, was pulling you ever closer to the edge of euphoria. Just a little more and you’d fall - a little more and you’d be free.

“Swiss!” You shouted his name repeatedly, begging him over and over.

“I know, baby. I know. Keep going for me, that’s it. Fucking shit. I’m never gonna stop fucking this pussy. Where can I cum? Please tell me I can cum inside you.”

“Yes! I want it inside me. Give it to me, please!”

“Oh fuck! I couldn’t stop if you said no, baby. Can’t pull out. Too. Fucking. Good.” Each word was punctuated with a particularly hard thrust that sent your body up the bed a little. “You gonna cum, hm? Gonna cum on this goddamn dick?”

“Yes! Fuck, Swiss! You’re gonna make me cum!”

“Do it, baby. Cum for me.”

He tightened his grip one final time, keeping his pace while you kept yours. Your third orgasm was violent in all the best ways. Your vision was the first to go, eyes glazing over and rolling back as drool poured from your open mouth. Your hands cramped where they sat, digging your fingernails into his strong arm while rubbing your clit to completion with the other. Your back arched, your lungs refused to fill with air. Your voice was silent as your body convulsed in pure, unbridled pleasure while your mind swam with delirium from the subtle air restriction.

“There we go, baby girl. That’s it. Fuck - I’m g-gonna cum in this tight fucking cunt. Shit!”

Swiss came next, his seed pouring deep inside of you and painting your walls white. After your third orgasm, he selfishly chased his own, temporarily using you as a toy to tip himself over the edge and meet you in your euphoria.

Your hearts were racing from the adrenaline of the moment you’d just shared. Swiss could hear yours as he collapsed on your chest, his cock softening inside of you. You were both too tired to move, too sensitive to feel the cold. He wrapped your leg over his hip and rolled off you, hands and your leg pulling you with him. As soon as you both made eye contact again, his lips met yours in a desperate and needy kiss. This one, however, wasn’t intended to get you both riled up again ready for a second round, though, the longer your lips were attached and your hands roamed over his body, you could feel him chubbing up inside you. “You’re fucking incredible, you know that?” You whispered. “Thank you.”

Swiss chuckled. “I know, but it’s always nice to be reminded.” Another kiss, but this time your hand gripped onto his hair and pulled a little. “Don’t fucking do that or I’ll have to fuck you harder.”

You tugged again.

“___.” He warned.

You didn’t heed it and pulled one final time.

“Right,” he pulled out of you and flipped you on your stomach, “remember, you asked for this.”

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day

[newkatzkafe2023]

Hi!! It's me again. I want to request again, and I'm sorry if I sent the request at the wrong time.

Anyway, what if Y/n is a gorgeous woman (who is taller than Monkey Kings + Destined one 👀), has a graceful, charming, and loving personality, but turns out she is a Manipulative yandere? So she hides her true sadistic personality with her graceful 'mask'.

The greatest manipulation is to convince others that they are in control, when in fact you are the puppet master pulling the strings-Robert Greene

(Lmk Wukong) Man he would never know that your playing him, like an Lute. You were always so kind and supportive of everything he does and so open to helping him in his goals. Now as for the sadistic part, it would be very suitable as it would come out in concerns or threatens but quickly hide it with tears. You would act scared and worried for your husband and twist him into doing whatever you want, while hugging and kissing him the way he deserves. Also with Wukong's sky high pride and ego he would go out of his way to keep your eyes on him even taking his armor off infront of you. Needless to say Wukong was always yours, and he never had a choice either😈

(HIB Wukong) With this method cater to his cubs and he will soon follow, especially with his trauma and insecurities. It's easy to manipulate both Luier and Silly girl with your kind, loving, protective concern mother mask. Don't get it twisted you love the children and they Quickly became your property but it was Wukong You were truly after, and the way you handled him sweeten him to the idea of marriage. Treat him like the king he is, whisper loving sexy compliments to him, heal his dying ego and give him what he wants. Once he becomes addicted to you, There will be no going back for him.😈

(NR Wukong) Maan you would have lots of fun with this, especially since he eccentric and all over the damn place. Though you still remain very careful and would just leave suitable Hints and suggestions for him, acting all shy and unsure of everything and Wukong would end up exactly where you want him to be. S*x appeal also works hand in hand with your innocence and charm, you would wear some Rather scandalous clothes telling him they make you look pretty and he would be down bad. So yeah Wukong would be under your thumb by the end of it.

(MKR Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh the best way to manipulate him is to always play into his emotions, and his frequent emotion Rage. You fuel his thoughts love and obsession also anger, vengeance and hatred for everyone who wronged him. You had educated him and Fruity into listening to only you and told them both that the world was out to get them, and we have to protect each other. You love him so much and want to keep him forever, so fuel his hatred, vengeance and resentment make him forever yours to control and love😈

(Netflix Wukong) Look at him, so desperate for approval and acceptance that he had to brag loudly for attention. Just so he can fill the hollow void that is his self-esteem man, you really didn't have to do much. Just show interest in his stories and accomplishments it's so easy. Although at the same time you make sure to reward and show support for is wacky and unrealistic goals, because when he fails he'll run back to your tall loving arms begging you to take him back and stay and that is never your fault 😈

(BMW Wukong) His pride, arrogance, and ego are both your advantages and his downfall. You would charm and flirt with him acting all impressed with his reputation and powers, while sometimes acting as a Dansel in distress. For Wukong, you act like you can't stand to be away from him, inflating his pride and ego in an alarming rate. Soon, your compliments become the fuel to Wukong's power and now goes out of his way to impress you further keeping your eyes on him at all times. That was until you started looking elsewhere seeing the other strong demon men you acted impressed by and just like that Wukong few into panicked desperation and started pulling out all the stops to win you back, and that's how you knew he was yours forever😈

(Destined one) Now honestly with the destined one I feel would be the hardest to get too, he's got way more brain activity then BMW would. He is a man of focus, discipline, determination, and very goal Oriented until you found out about the silent monkeys rather ugly jealousy. You show your kind loving mask and charm him into spending time with you, while you go shopping together until you heard multiple wold whistles and cat calls. You went to try on a rather revealing dress that you liked the colors of and you spotted a dark look on the destined one's face. He looked calm, but you felt his murderous aura from the dressing room, and that became your meal ticket. Soon, the destined one was under your spell toomaking sure nobody tried to take you from him and vise versa.

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The Albatross - Chapter 3: Illicit Affairs

Hwang Inho x Reader

Content Warning: Dubious Consent, Threesome, NSFW

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You sat on a brown leather couch, sipping on a glass of wine in a dimly lit room. Behind you, Inho’s click-clacking on the keyboard echoed throughout the entire room. His mask rested on your lap after you picked it up so you could sit down.

“Why are you not watching? This is your job, you know?” You giggled. Somehow, you had switched roles with Inho in the midst of all your planning and stressing for the 2017 Squid games. It was the first time for both of you, and you required heavy guidance from your dad. “You know that I’m the one who should be handling the paperwork, right?”

Inho sighed, turning off his laptop and slamming it shut. He walked over to the couch and flopped onto it, reaching for his mask. You swatted his hand away. “You can barely see with it on. How are you going to do anything when your field of vision is obstructed?”

The room fell into silence and remained that way as Inho refused to respond. You didn’t mind, as you were more interested in seeing the response of the VIPs to your work. You also wanted to see how it would play out. This year's games were Red Light, Green Light, Capture the Flag, a Scavenger Hunt, Hopscotch, where two people were tied at the foot, Musical Chairs, and finally, Chess. You were on day 5: Musical Chair day.

Red Light, Green Light proceeded as usual. Everyone would go in, egotistical, confident, and naive, thinking that it was a regular childhood game. At some point, someone would fail to freeze during Red Light, where they would be shot down, and chaos would ensue. Flocks of panicked people forgetting about the game, fleeing to and banging on the door, begging to be set free as bullets fired and killed them. In a sense, it weeded out the weak. Red Light, Green Light was undoubtedly your easiest game, and anyone who couldn’t pass it didn’t deserve the prize money in the first place.

Capture the Flag was more brutal than you expected. The teams were split into odd numbers and even numbers, forcing the ‘X’ and ‘O’ players to cooperate for one game. It was a simple game, really. Each team had to capture the flag of the other team and run back to their home goal to score a point. The opposing team could tag them and place them in ‘jail,’ which they could then be freed from when one of their teammates tagged the one standing closest to the line dividing both teams. The game lasted an hour and a half, and the first team to score two points would win the game. Violence towards other players resulted in elimination, an unlucky 170 setting an example for everyone else after the first thing he did was try to punch his way through. One twist that the players likely didn’t expect was that on top of the losing team being eliminated, everyone in jail was also taken out. Teams should be loyal to each other, after all. It easily wiped out 60% of participants, and greedy players marvelled at the stacks of money that fell into the taunting piggy bank.

The Scavenger Hunt was a nice break from the brutality of Capture the Flag. The reward was extra food rations for the day in the form of hotdogs Gongyoo bought at the bakery. 50 hotdogs were hidden throughout an obstacle course, with players facing monkey bars, slides, and stairs. The only people left standing were people with hotdogs in their hands. Players were prohibited from snatching the bread out of another person’s hand and claiming it for themselves, and both of them would be eliminated.

You didn’t have to worry about having too many players leftover, because Hopscotch had either driven people insane or sent them into a state of mania. Two people tied up by the leg, having to somehow balance on one leg as they bent down to pick up a small puck. Of course, there were breaks where they could have two, or even all their feet on the ground, but the less coordinated didn’t make it that far. Stumbling was accepted, but if anyone toppled over, both would be eliminated. It effectively narrowed down the pool to 20 players, falling to 14 after a massacre took place when the lights were out.

That brings you to Musical Chairs. Each round was one chair short, and without fail, fists were thrown to fight for the last remaining chair. The music you chose were all popular Korean classics, like 10 Minutes from Lee Hyori. There wasn’t a single player who didn’t know the songs of your choice. Not only did it effectively narrow the game down to two players for the final game of Chess, but everyone had at least one splotch of a nasty hue of purple on their face.

You had to admit, you did really well for your first time. Perhaps it was slightly overly brutal, because you were worried about not having enough players towards the end, but it seemed to work out somehow. As the last two players, 421, an attractive, young female foreigner struggling to pay off her student debt, and 034, a middle aged man who fled Japan to escape the Yakuza, were escorted away for a luxurious meal and bath, Gongyoo sent you a text.

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Gongyoo: You did a good job!

Gongyoo: I’ve never been so entertained in my life!

Gongyoo: I feel like there’s so many twists this year.

You: I’m glad you like it!

Gongyoo: I was wondering why you made me buy those hotdogs a few days ago.

Gongyoo: I didn’t think you’d use it for that.

You: Well, I thought it made the most sense.

You: We can’t exactly give them something like a toy.

You: What are a bunch of adults going to do with a toy made for a 5 year old?

Gongyoo: Good point.

Gongyoo: You know, I was really surprised when it was revealed you were going to be the next Host.

Gongyoo: I’m glad I was one of the first to find out.

You: Of course you’d find out quickly!

You: You’re one of the highest ranking staff members!

You: Also, why were you surprised?

Gongyoo: Your brother had no interest in the games.

Gongyoo: Your dad hid you so well that no one knew of your existence.

Gongyoo: I thought the games would end when he died.

Gongyoo: I guess I don’t have to worry about it anymore.

Gongyoo: I don’t have to worry about not having a place to go back to or not having a master.

You: Thank you for being so loyal to us.

You: I’ll always trust you to do your best for these games.

Gongyoo: Thank you.

Gongyoo: I’ll work hard to not disappoint you. (Read)

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You ate dinner alone in your room, the sharp shriek of your metal cutlery filling the room as Fly Me to the Moon looped and restarted several times. It was a beautiful song, a wonderful song to waltz to with a lover, if you had one.

Despite Inho being away during the day, he made his mark on your life. From his razor and shaving cream remaining tucked away in your bathroom drawer, his half-empty whiskey glasses, the lingering scent of his cologne, to his Fly Me to the Moon vinyl that played nearly 24/7. You didn’t know how he discovered the song, nor how he received that specific rendition of the piece, but it was a lovely soundtrack to relax to.

You weren’t particularly concerned about his whereabouts, nor about his safety. For now, VIPs knew he was off limits due to an incident where you gave a man the beating of a lifetime after he whispered vulgar words into his ear. You had snatched his cane from his hand, pummeling him even as the nerves in your arm seemed as if they were on fire, the whipping sound of his skin breaking resounding through the room as everyone else could only shiver and gasp. You only stopped after he let out a ragged wheeze, coughing, and spitting out blood. Despite Gongyoo’s annoyance, he promised you he wouldn’t let them harm Inho. Luckily, during this time of the year, he couldn’t go very far anyways, and you could always go to the security room and watch him from the cameras.

Humming, you placed your empty plate onto a tray as someone knocked on your door. You quickly reached for your masquerade mask, fastening the string behind your head and shifting it to center it. Opening the door, you breathed a sigh of relief when you realized it was only Gongyoo. You motioned for him to enter.

“Would you like a drink?” You asked as you took your mask off.

“What are my options?” He entertained you with a chuckle.

“Whiskey and wine. I only like red wine, so that’s all I have.” You hated whiskey too, but unless he didn’t have access to it, it was all Inho drank.

“I’ll have wine. Whiskey is too strong,” Gongyoo declared, and you handed him a freshly poured glass as he sat down and swished it.

“Why are you here?”

“I’ve noticed some suspicious behaviour from the Frontman.”

Your blood ran cold as you stiffly turned around. “What did you see?” You questioned, your tone commanding.

He smiled and took a sip, looking up to make eye contact with you. “What did he tell you before he left?”

“He said he has something to announce to the VIPs and he would eat dinner in his office.”

Gongyoo hummed, an ambiguous response. “There’s a possibility that he ate dinner in his office,” he started, “But I didn’t see him with the VIPs.”

You placed your glass on the table and sat down beside Gongyoo, who offered his glass to you, the sparkle in his eyes begging you to drink. You obliged him, taking a long gulp as the alcohol warmed your throat, the wine leaving an aromatic, sweet, fermented aftertaste in your mouth. “Answer my previous question,” you ordered, feeling yourself getting impatient as the alcohol loosened your nerves.

“You know how I always stay in a room near the guest rooms of the VIPs?” He asked, and you nodded. “I mistakenly opened a room that wasn’t my own. I thought it was a VIP’s, and as I was about to apologize, I saw Player 421, freshly showered and smelling like roses, in a silk nightgown.”

You balled your hand into a fist, ignoring the stinging of your acrylic nails digging into your skin as your jaw clenched. “Where was he?”

Gongyoo shrugged. “I don’t know. He wasn’t in the room when I found her. I only know that he was the one who snuck her out. No one else has the authority to do that other than the two of you. Well, your dad does too, but he’s never done something like this in the past.”

You sighed, cupping the sides of your face with your hand before pushing your overgrown bangs out of your face. “Do the VIPs know about this yet?”

“I assume they don’t. I found her purely by accident. If I hadn’t opened that door, Inho could’ve easily snuck her out the next morning.”

You sighed, slumping into the couch as you struggled to figure out what to do. You could very easily kill her, but that would compromise the last game and cause an uproar from the VIPs. If you didn’t kill her and they somehow found her, they would accuse you of rigging the game. Actually, it seemed there would be an uproar no matter what you did.

“Struggling to figure out what to do?” Gongyoo chuckled, saying exactly what was on your mind as if he was a mind reader, and pointing at your untouched glass. You picked it up and clinked it against his, both of you throwing your head back to take a sip at the same time.

“The VIPs are going to be so pissed,” you bemoaned.

“Would you like me to help you?”

“If you have any ideas, sure.”

He shifted his body to face you, his hands making grand gestures as the wine swooshed around in the glass. “I can wake up earlier tomorrow. I can stop Inho from letting her re-enter the games.”

You cocked an eyebrow, intrigued by his plan. “And the VIPs?”

Gongyoo laughed. “They can choose what to do with her.”

“Are you sure you’d make it before Inho?”

“I’ll wake up at 5 if I have to. We can’t let her back into the games anymore, she knows too much about what’s going on behind the scenes,” he proclaimed, and you nodded in agreement.

“I don’t think Inho intends to let her back in the first place,” you suspected, and Gongyoo’s jaw dropped. “I mean, think about it. She was going to receive luxury treatment either way for surviving this far. Why would he step in, only to give her a taste of luxury, then send her back? He surely has other motives.”

“What do you think he’ll do?”

You shrugged. “It could be anything. Maybe he’ll set her free. Maybe he’ll fuck her and throw her away,” your blood boiled as a particularly irritating thought popped into your head. “Maybe he wants to date her.”

Gongyoo patted your back. “I don’t think he wants to date her. Everyone knows he still loves his wife,” he reassured you.

“Either way, can you catch her before Inho does?” You changed the topic, and Gongyoo agreed immediately.

Finishing the rest of his wine, he stood up and bowed to you with his hands at his side. He held out his hand, waiting for you to place it in his before planting a chaste kiss. “I won’t let you down,” he affirmed, walking out and closing the door behind him.

-

You were getting ready for bed, towel wrapped around your damp hair, when Inho returned. You stared at him curiously as he took off his mask and hopped into the shower. If Gongyoo hadn’t snitched on him earlier, you would’ve never suspected anything was wrong.

Ten minutes later, he left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, with visible droplets on his back and torso while he furiously rubbed his hair with a towel to dry it. Your eyes never left his body, wandering as his muscles flexed everytime he moved. Your eyes landed on his wrists, which were still slightly red from your previous session.

Flipping the blankets aside, you stood up to blowdry your hair beside him. He opened your skincare products and applied them randomly, very obviously having no clue what any of them were. Moisturizer, toner, then serum. You suppressed a giggle, but didn’t bother correcting him.

Once you were finished with the blow dryer, you wordlessly offered it to him, to which he nodded and began drying his hair. As you watched him, you realized how unusual it was for you to see Inho with his hair down. After he became the Frontman— actually, ever since he accepted your conditions— he never went a day without styling his hair in a gelled, slicked back style. The only time his natural bangs fell just above his eyes were times like now, when he’d just finished showering, or on the rare occasion he fell ill and could barely get out of bed, let alone style his hair.

When he shut off the blow dryer and unplugged it, wrapping the cord into a neat coil, you collapsed onto the bed and snuggled underneath the sheets. To your surprise, Inho walked to the other side and tucked himself in opposite to you.

“Not sleeping on the couch tonight?” You teased him. The only time you shared a room with him was during this special week, otherwise you slept separately. It was out of pure laziness that you didn’t construct a new room for him to sleep in, and as a result, he slept on the couch for the first few days to avoid you.

“Haven’t slept a wink on that couch. I’ll die if I have to do it again,” he mumbled sleepily, his breathing stabilizing into a rhythmic pattern shortly after. He wasn’t kidding about being tired.

Turning around, you slept on the edge of the bed, giving Inho sufficient space to move around if needed. He wasn’t a tosser by any means, so perhaps the space was just to prevent him from getting kicked off the bed by you when you fell asleep. As your eyes fluttered shut and you began getting drowsy, you welcomed the sweet embrace of sleep.

-

The ringing of your alarm woke you up with a start, as it did on most days. Opening your phone to turn it off, the time read 6am. You usually started your day at 8, but today was a special case. You needed to see what would become of Player 421.

Behind you, Inho lowly groaned as he shifted underneath the sheets. It seemed your alarm woke him up too. “What time is it?” He grumbled, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

“Six in the morning.”

“What the hell are you awake at 6 for? The games don’t start until 9.”

“I thought I’d try doing a morning workout today,” you lied, putting your slippers on as you began brushing your teeth. After a moment of the sound of rustling bedsheets, Inho followed you to the washroom and began brushing his teeth as well.

There were still leftovers from the hotdogs Gongyoo bought for the scavenger hunt, so you grabbed one from the fridge in the VIP lounge and warmed it up in the microwave. You were surprised no one had taken it and eaten it. Perhaps the top 1% didn’t like hotdogs.

None of the VIPs had awakened yet, so you were free to walk around without your mask, although you still took precautions to maintain your anonymity and wore it anyway. Last night, Gongyoo already texted you the room in which 421 stayed in.

VIP 26.

Every year, there would always be one or two VIPs who failed to attend the Squid Games. Sometimes, it was a vacation that overlapped, an unexpected business bust in their company, or even a family death. This year, VIP 26 died, and his son inherited his company, thus, his room was vacant.

You knocked on the door twice, and Gongyoo opened the door, stepping aside to let you in. 421, who appeared to have just woken up, stared at the two of you with a mix of confusion and fear. “Who are you?” She asked you.

“Who let you into this room?” You countered with another question.

Before she could open her mouth, Gongyoo silenced her by putting his index finger to his mouth. “I’d recommend you answer her first.”

Pursing her lips, her fingers gripped the sheets as she trembled. “A man in a black mask. It was right before I was about to eat dinner.”

You sighed. Gongyoo hadn’t lied to you. Inho really did compromise the games for this one girl. “Did he promise you anything?” You pressed.

She shook her head. “He said he couldn’t save me, but he told me what the next game was. He said it was up to me to save myself.”

Truthfully, somewhere deep down in your icy heart, you did pity this girl. She had come so far, only one game away from winning the grand prize. She had a very good chance of winning Chess and leaving as a new woman, but not anymore. Giving her a gentle smile, you began to speak, “You can no longer be saved. No one can save you because the Frontman couldn’t stay impartial.”

As her lips quivered and she suppressed a choked sob, you slowly walked in circles around her bed. “You see, the point of these games is to give people equality when society can’t,” you leaned in close enough to see every blemish on her face, “If this equality is compromised, the player must be eliminated. It is prohibited to bribe our staff, and it is prohibited for our staff to show favouritism.”

You ignored her anguished sobs behind you as you turned to Gongyoo. “At 8, open the doors to her room. Let the VIPs discover her,” you ordered, and he nodded. Before leaving, you remembered you never answered 421’s question. “I’ll answer your question now. I am training to be the next Host of these games.”

And with that, you left Gongyoo to monitor her last few hours alive.

-

Your walkie buzzed as Inho’s frantic voice called for you. “The VIPs are angry! They’re claiming the games are rigged!”

“Give me a moment. I’ll be there soon,” you replied calmly, placing your fork down and wiping the corners of your lips, applying a new layer of lip gloss. Your half-eaten tiramisu was abandoned in your room as you put on your mask and made your way to VIP 26.

A crowd had gathered outside the room, some VIPs dressed all prim and proper with their masks on while others were dishevelled, wearing only a robe and not even bothering to put on their mask. The only thing they all had in common were they were very, very angry.

Gongyoo blocked the entrance with his body as they inched closer, while Inho stood behind him. “Please step back. The Host will be here soon,” he attempted to calm them.

“I thought these games were supposed to be fair! What the hell is she doing here?” A masked VIP yelled.

“Who the hell brought her here? They should be eliminated immediately!” Another man shouted.

Behind him, a woman gasped. “The Frontman was a previous player, remember? He must’ve snuck her in!”

This realization enraged them even more, many balling their fists, on the precipice of starting a fight. “We should’ve taken you that day, like we planned! You should’ve never been allowed to become the Frontman!” A man screamed, pointing an accusatory finger at Inho as he stepped back.

“In fact, we should take him right now!” Another woman suggested, and they all cheered in unison.

“What’s going on?” Your voice silenced the crowd as they glanced in your direction, slowly parting to make space for you to approach Gongyoo, who relaxed at your presence.

“One of the players was caught in this room! What is the meaning of this?!” Someone called out.

Ignoring the angry VIP, you approached Inho. While his mask hid his facial expression, when you glanced at his hands, the uncontrollable trembling gave him away immediately. “Did you really sneak her in?” You asked calmly.

Noticing you staring at his hands, he put them together to attempt to stop the shaking. Taking a shaky breath, he nodded hesitantly.

A woman, the same one who wanted to capture Inho, stepped forward. “We can forgive this, but under one condition,” she spoke, and many hushed whispers fell onto the hallway. “You either give us the girl, or you strip the Frontman of his position and hand him over.”

Inho immediately stepped forward, but you blocked his way. “You are not going with them,” you declared through gritted teeth.

Before he could protest, your dad, wearing his VIP mask, tapped you on the shoulder, with two guards standing behind him. “What’s going on?” You recounted the story, telling him how Inho snuck in a player, which landed him in this precarious situation.

After hearing about the trade offer, your dad hummed, thinking out loud. “Take the girl. The Frontman is crucial to these games, and we can’t afford to lose him. Everyone is human, and we aren’t born with discipline and knowledge,” he bowed to the VIPs, “I promise this will never happen again.”

Gongyoo stepped aside the moment your dad made his call, and the guards captured the girl and took her away, the VIPs hungrily following her. You didn’t even have to think to know exactly what they were going to do to her. Inho, as an attractive man, was targeted, so what else could happen to a young, attractive foreigner?

“Go back to our room,” you said quietly to Inho as your dad gathered a few guards to follow you down to announce the news to Player 034.

You almost wished you made your dad go instead, because the maze of pastel stairs seemed endless. Admittedly, you’d never gone down to the arena before, so you had no idea where to go. This led to one guard to leading you in the front while the others tailed you.

Player 034 was in a white room, his bed a lot bigger than the tiny bunk bed he was forced to sleep on just two days prior. His tracksuit had been replaced with dress pants and a white blouse. A worker guard monitored him as he dug into his morning steak.

“How are you feeling, Player 034?” You smiled at him as he stared at the guns your guards carried.

“A-Are you here to kill me?” He stuttered.

“No, of course not,” you reassured him. “You have won the game.” A pile of money dropped into the piggy bank, despite the automated voice not yet announcing 421’s elimination. Perhaps she would be gone in a few hours.

“I thought there would be another game?” He questioned, appearing more relaxed.

“There was an internal dispute,” you explained briefly. “You can leave after you finish your meal.”

-

You found Inho sobbing into his hands when you returned, nonchalantly setting your mask on a table as you continued eating your tiramisu. Your eyes remained on him, observing his entire body trembling as tears dribbled down the cracks of his interdigit and down the back of his hands. It was as if you were watching him cling to his wife's gravestone all over again.

As if it couldn't get worse, you swore you saw the silhouette of a woman embracing him, the ends of her hair brushing against his face as she clung to his neck. Her lips opened, mouthing something unintelligible, yet you could nearly hear the sound of her shushing his tears away when all of a sudden, she made eye contact with you. Her gaze was incomprehensible, something of a mix of disdain, disappointment, and sorrow. You didn't have access to a mirror, but you assumed your expression was similar.

Fuck, was Lacy haunting you or was it a mere hallucination?

Sighing, you left your tiramisu and grabbed a tissue, ripping Inho’s hands off his face and wiping his face with it. “It was my fault,” he confessed to you in between sniffles and sobs. “If it wasn’t for me, she would’ve survived.”

Her expression soured, frowning from how roughly you treated Inho, but as she was dead, she had no right to control your behaviour. She no longer had any physical attachment to Inho, and even if Inho still yearned for her every night in his dreams, he was yours in all other aspects. You were the keeper of his mind and body, as if telling her to suck your metaphorical dick.

You scoffed at his words, your eyes remaining on hers, as if challenging her. “You know her survival wasn’t guaranteed. She would’ve died even without your intervention,” you half-lied. Of course, she could’ve survived the Chess game, but she also could’ve very well lost.

“Why didn’t you let me go with the VIPs?” He asked after his sobs quieted down into sniffles.

You didn’t know either. Inho wasn't the only attractive middle-aged man in Korea. Either way, you had no reason to save that woman. With Inho, at least he could clumsily take the mantle of the Frontman. Tossing the tissue into the trash can, you returned to your tiramisu and opened your phone, your acrylics tapping against the screen as you texted your friends.

“Answer me!” Inho yelled at you after your silence, and you sighed as you turned to him.

Rolling your eyes at his tone, you replied to him, “I don’t know.” It was an unsatisfactory answer, judging by the way he glared at you. You simply diverted your attention to Gongyoo’s text messages, tuning out the piercing glare of Lacy.

-

Gongyoo: Crisis averted!

Gongyoo: How long do you think she’ll last?

You: Not long.

You: Do you even know how many male VIPs we have?

You: She’ll be dead by tomorrow.

Gongyoo: True.

Gongyoo: Inho should’ve just minded his own business.

You: He thinks it’s his fault she’s going to die.

Gongyoo: How ridiculous.

Gongyoo: She could’ve died even without his intervention.

Gongyoo: She would’ve died a lot more peacefully though.

You: That’s what I told him.

Gongyoo: Anyways, don’t you think my idea worked out really well?

You: Yes, it did.

You: I don’t think the VIPs were that bothered once we handed her over.

Gongyoo: Right?

Gongyoo: Don’t you think I should get a reward?

You: Oh?

You: What kind?

Gongyoo: It’s kind of embarrassing.

Gongyoo: You can cut my salary if it makes you mad.

You: Just tell me.

Gongyoo: I want to sleep with you.

You: Come to my room at 8pm.

Gongyoo: Thank you.

Gongyoo: I didn’t think you’d agree. (Read)

-

At 8pm sharp, Gongyoo knocked on your door, snatching you by your waist and passionately kissing you before he even closed the door. You gasped as he bit your bottom lip, his hand wandering down to squeeze your ass. The kisses smeared your lip gloss all over his face, but he didn’t seem to mind, cupping your face with another hand to bring you impossibly closer. In the midst of your make out session, you somehow managed to slam the door shut behind you, pinning Gongyoo to the wall.

Inho had left to do some work, a bold move after the scare from this morning. Even when he was around, all he did was glare at you even after you handed him an ice pack to calm his swollen eyes. For the last few weeks, you couldn’t play with him due to the state of his wrists, so Gongyoo’s invitation felt like a sign from god.

Gongyoo lifted you up, carrying you to the bed as you ran your hand through his hair while the other clumsily unbuttoned his blouse. Before he could unzip your dress, the sound of the doorknob twisting broke your focus, and Inho entered the room.

“What the hell is going on?” Inho asked, taking off his mask to reveal a hardened expression.

Pushing Gongyoo off you and wiping the lip gloss off the corners of your mouth, you approached him. “We’re just relieving some stress.”

“Why do it in this room? Couldn’t you do it in his room?” He hissed quietly, pointing at Gongyoo, whose lips were shiny from your lip gloss.

“To give you the choice of joining,” and before Inho could roll his eyes, you leaned in to whisper in his ear. “I’ll allow you to dominate me, if that’s what you want.”

Truthfully, you’ve wanted to let Inho dominate you for a while now, but you weren’t sure how to go about it. His first year as the Frontman was a bust, and it cemented the fact that you couldn’t fully trust him into your mind. Despite your power imbalance, you always reminded yourself of your different physical statures. Inho could easily kill a petite woman like you with his eyes closed, and you needed to be aware of that. You hoped that with Gongyoo’s presence, it would prevent Inho from acting out.

You walked away, fully expecting Inho to throw some kind of fit or silently walk out the door, but as you turned your back on him to approach Gongyoo, he lunged towards you, his lips latching onto your neck as he sucked hard. His hands moved down to your breasts, squeezing them as Gongyoo’s eyes widened at the sudden company.

Laughing, Gongyoo shut the door, and his lips were on yours again. It was almost too much, from Inho’s harsh grip on your breasts, his sloppy kisses on your neck, to Gongyoo’s dominating tongue intertwining with yours, his hands on your ass. Inho was the one who unzipped your dress, and the two men worked together to shove it off your body and onto the floor.

Gongyoo took his lips off yours and moved from your chin to your neck to your breasts, pinching and twisting a nipple in one hand while licking, sucking and kissing the other. Your legs shook from the stimulation as Inho slid your panties off your legs, shoving his face into your ass and without any warning, sticking his tongue into your pussy. If it wasn’t for Gongyoo, you would’ve collapsed then and there as Inho supported you by your hip to keep you standing, the waves of pleasure so overstimulating that all you could do was gasp for air. You came as Inho pinched your clit, your hands flying to Inho’s hair to tug his head closer, shuddering as the combination of Gongyoo’s nipple stimulation and Inho lapping up your juices nearly sent you over the edge a second time.

When Gongyoo stood up straight, you nearly toppled over before he pulled you into his chest. While your eyes were shut and you struggled to catch your breath, Gongyoo smirked at Inho as he carried you to the bed. After a few moments of fabric rustling, you opened your eyes to see the two men naked and staring down at you expectantly.

“Whoever goes first, use a condom,” you groaned.

“Why? Don’t you have an IUD?” Inho retorted.

“Just because I can’t get pregnant doesn’t mean I want to taste myself and your cum on your cock.”

Inho and Gongyoo played a round of rock, paper, scissors, which Inho won by beating Gongyoo with scissors. Inho opened the drawer closest to the bed, shuffling the items around to search for a condom. Just when you thought he was going to give up, he tore one open with his hands and wrapped it around his cock. You opened your mouth for Gongyoo, allowing him to fill you with his cock, effectively muffling any sounds you would make. You prayed he wouldn’t randomly start facefucking you, because you didn’t want to have to crush his balls on the spot.

In your current position, it was difficult for you to fully take in Gongyoo, so you compromised by stroking the remaining part of his cock with your hand while you bobbed your head up and down. He threw his head back and moaned, almost thrusting on instinct but was stopped when you squeezed his cock. You took your mouth off, “If you try to facefuck me, I’m going to castrate you,” you warned.

Now that Inho was face to face with you, he lost his previous confidence, timidly leaning down to eat you out again before Gongyoo stopped him by grabbing his shoulder. “You’re already going first, don’t hog her.”

With that, Inho took a deep breath and inserted his cock painfully slowly, causing you to gasp onto Gongyoo’s cock as Inho stretched you out inch by inch. Gongyoo shuddered from the vibrations of your gasp, his hips squirming as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to listen to your orders.

Even as Inho began thrusting, he remained annoyingly gentle, treating you as if you were made of porcelain. After a minute or two, you ground your hips into his, silently demanding for him to quicken his pace without having to deprive Gongyoo of your mouth. While Inho sped up, his movements were still soft, his hand moving to stimulate your clit as opposed to slamming his cock into your g-spot. Even so, he built you up to your second orgasm, causing you to struggle hollowing out your cheeks to suck off Gongyoo. Inho came as your orgasm wrung out his cock, and his last thrust forced the rest of Gongyoo’s cock down your throat, causing him to groan as he released.

As soon as Gongyoo stopped cumming, you took your mouth off him and coughed, painfully swallowing the remainder of his cum as your throat burned from the stretch of his dick. Inho removed his condom and tied it up, throwing it into the garbage bin before lifting you by your head to kiss you, using his other hand to pinch your nipple as he switched positions with Gongyoo.

In the midst of the kiss, Gongyoo’s hands gripped you by your waist as he slammed his cock into you. You broke your kiss with Inho with a long moan, your back arching as Gongyoo immediately found your g-spot and hammered into it. You stuffed Inho’s cock into your mouth to muffle your moans, slightly embarrassed at how much you enjoyed Gongyoo’s rough movements.

Gongyoo made you cum faster than you could count to twenty, your pussy clenching around his cock. You had to take Inho out of your mouth to stop yourself from biting his cock off. As soon as you came down from your orgasm, Gongyoo continued his previous pace, and you could only clumsily stroke Inho’s cock as he played with your hair. Forcing an orgasm out of you for a fourth time, Gongyoo released inside you with a loud groan, his hands leaving bruised imprints on your hips and waist.

When he finally caught his breath, he slid his cock out and you kissed Inho’s neglected tip, swiping your tongue to lick up his precum. “Go shower, I’ll take care of her,” you heard Inho say to Gongyoo as you stroked him, waiting for Gongyoo to be out of sight before you opened your mouth as wide as you could, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking long and hard.

You were functioning on pure adrenaline at this point, your body moving on instinct to force an orgasm out of Inho as fast as you could. Inho bit his lip to keep his voice down, although little moans and gasps still occasionally slipped through as you stroked his cock, focusing all your attention on his tip in the form of licking and sucking before enveloping his entire dick back into your mouth. With one final swipe on the slit of his dick, he came unexpectedly on your face, your eyes fluttering shut to prevent his cum from landing in your eye.

You wiped some of his cum off with your hand, staring at the white sticky mess in your palm. “Shit, sorry,” he muttered as he reached for a tissue, taking care of the remainder of his cum while also wiping the sheen of sweat on your forehead.

Gongyoo left shortly after his shower, waving you goodbye as he draped a robe around his body, water droplets falling from his bangs.

Inho guided you into the shower, your legs still wobbly from your orgasms and drowsiness starting to take over your senses. You managed to pull yourself together just enough to lather soap onto your body and rinse yourself off. Inho helped clean out Gongyoo’s cum, his fingers digging around inside your pussy as he muffled your moans with a kiss. Still sensitive from your previous orgasms, you gasped and shuddered, cumming on his fingers.

As you dried yourself off with a towel, you sleepily studied Inho as he began drawing a warm bath, momentarily leaving the room to bark out some unintelligible order into his walkie, returning to turn off the water and lower you in. “You should join me,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes to try and force yourself awake.

Shuffling a little, you made enough room for Inho to step inside and sit down, stretching his legs and sighing into the warm water as he slid down. On your bath tray, lived a Diptyque candle and a lighter, and Inho seemingly read your mind and lit the candle before you could cause some kind of fire hazard in your half-awake state.

Relaxing into his chest and nuzzling into the crook of his neck, you allowed yourself to close your eyes and fall asleep.

[artifacts-archive]

Monkey Masquette

Mexico, Olmec, Middle Preclassic, 900-300 BCE

Along with carving life-size jade masks, the Olmec also fashioned miniature masks worn as items of jewelry. Although this item previously was identified as Maya both the stone and carving technique suggest an Olmec attribution. Rather than the bright apple-green color common to Classic Maya jades, this masquette is of translucent olive-green jadeite.

[panpanghost]

part 8 of this au (that'll never have a name apparently.)

Macaque opened his eyes feeling something warm and soft emracing him, the scent of peaches filled his nose.

Someone is hugging me, my face is on his bare chest, nope, he's cuddling me. How did I get here? Who the fuck is that? Damn it! I can't remember anything. Did he kidnap me? How did he manage to sneak up on me? There's something wrong with my body, I can't feel my magic. I don't think I can fight my way out, I need to get out before he wakes up.

Macaque shifted slowly, studying the kidnapper's heartbeat to know if he's a heavy or a light sleeper, hopefully a very heavy one. After trying to wiggle out a little, he realised that his type of sleep isn't the problem, that fucker is crazy strong, he can't move him at all.

Shit! What is this?! A death trap?! Let me go you piece of shit!!!

Suddenly Macaque froze, he could hear the other's heartbeat grow stronger and his breathing faster.

Shit!

_"Mmm, Moon? Are you up?" the kidnapper asked, half asleep with his furr all messy.

It's another primal monkey...

Macaque's heart skipped a beat when he saw the other's face, he looked like him yet different. He's never met someone like him.

_"pretty..." Macaque blabbered out before he could stop himself. He felt his cheeks burning as he realised what he'd said.

WHY IS HE SO DAMN CUTE?! NO! PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER MACAQUE!! YOU'RE BETTER THAN THIS! HE KIDNAPPED YOU-

_"Heh, well I've had a gorgeous mate take care of me." Macaque's brain stopped working for a second as he received a kiss on his forehead and saw the other's cheeks glow pink like his mask, with a soft smile. "How are you feeling? You've been out for a couple days now. I was really worried."

_"I-uh- I'm feeling great. Can you let go of me now?" Macaque asked nicely.

Something is definitely wrong. I've been out for days and I can't remember anything, add to that my magic is disappearing. Also WHY THE FUCK ARE WE HALF NAKED?! Just because he's cute doesn't mean he get a green card to do whatever he wants with me!

_"Oh, right, sorry about that." The golden monkey said, slowly letting go of Macaque.

HOT TAMALE! NOOO!

Macaque slapped himself mentally as he was finally able to see the other's full body, the golden monkey stretched his muscles and got out of bed.

PUT A SHIRT ON! Also where's my shirt?!

Macaque looked around the room, the sun light was more than enough to let him see everything. The room is big, a bit messy, there are clothes on the floor, maybe one of them is his.

Macaque's attention turned back to the golden monkey as he approached him then stood right next to him.

What does he want now? Macaque's heartbeat started growing faster. This guy might be nice for now but it would be a death wish to upset him. I need to be careful.

_"How's your eye? Can you see clearly now?" The golden one asked, cupping Macaque's face and holding it up to look at him with a kind smile.

_"What's wrong with my eye?" Macaque asked, scared.

Did he do something to my eyes? Should I escape now? How can I get out of here? I don't think I have enough magic to open a portal, maybe I can travel through the shadows-

Macaque's thoughts were broken when he saw how worried the golden monkey got, fear slowly crawling his face.

_"It's happening again." What? "You don't remember, do you?" he asked, a hint of sadness in his voice,

_"Remember what?"

_"Damn it!" Macaque flinched when he flet the other growing angry, he needs to get out now!

_"Well, this was fun and all, but I need to head home now." Macaque said, slipping past the golden monkey and heading to the door,

_"No, wait," The golden monkey grabbed his arm. There's no escaping now, Macaque is anxious, what should he do? "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

Even though he clearly looks worried, I can't shake that feeling that I need to run away from him, he's dangerous. Every instinct in me is saying to go as far away as fast as possible. But I can't, something's wrong with my magic.

_"Macaque, please. Just let me explain. You're in danger."

_"And how do I know you're not a danger to me?" shit. My stupid sassy mouth. What if he gets angry?

Macaque's was about to make a final attempt at escaping, maybe conjur some of the dark magic in him, he can't control himself in that state but it's better than just taking a beating-

The grab around Macaque's arm loosened and he saw the look on the golden monkey's face,

He looks broken... It's like I've taken away all the happiness in the world with just one sentence. Maybe I was too harsh on him...

_"I'm sorry..." The golden monkey let go of Macaque's arm and took a step back, looking down and biting his lower lip.

Is he about to cry? Shit. I didn't think he'd be sad...

It's ok if you don't remember me, but I won't let you go so easily so act cruel all you want, I know how weak your heart is when it comes to tears.

_"It's okay. I'm sorry too. You're right. I can't remember much." Macaque took a step forward, lost in what to do to stop the other from crying.

_"It's ok, I know it's not your fault, it's the crown. You started losing your memories and magic when they put it on you. I should've stopped them. I'm sorry." As long as I keep speaking the truth, he'll stay.

_"The crown?" Macaque turned to face the mirror, he does have a crown on his head and all his glamour is gone. His heart sunk at his sight.

What the fuck happened to me?

Scared, all he could hear is his heartbeat as he approached the mirror and placed his hands on the crown trying to take it off.

It's dark magic. I can't take it off.

When he gave up on the crown, his hand traced down the scars to his right eye.

This isn't mine...

_"What happened to me?" He turned to the golden monkey, completely lost and scared.

_"I'll tell you everything you want to know," the golden monkey approached him, arms open, it looked like he wanted to hug him but then stopped,

_"Who are you?" Macaque asked, glaring at the other,

_"I'm Sun Wukong g- the Monkey King, I rule over Flower Fruit Mountain, the one we're on."

_"How did I get here?"

_"You came here, liked the place and stayed."

_"I came on my own?" he didn't kidnap me?

_"Yes. You decided to stay. It's not like anyone can make you stay."

_"Not so sure about that." Macaque gave a judging look,

_"I- It wasn't me, I didn't put the crown on you. I don't even know who did, but I've been searching all over. I promise you, I'll make them pay, but until then, promise me you won't use your magic."

_"Sorry, but I can't promise you that bud." Macaque smiled, Wukong knows that smile, he's on the defence.

He's scared and thinking of a way out.

Macaque's eyes widened as the king got to his knees and placed his forehead on the floor,

_"I'm sorry I let them do that to you, but please, I'm begging you. Don't use your magic. The more you use it the worse it gets. Please. Just give me some time to break the spell."

_"Ok, fine, I won't use my magic, just get up, I get it."

I misjudged him, I think he really cares about me and I broke his heart. I kind of feel guilty now.

_"Really? You promise?" the king looked up at him, eyes gleaming with hope,

_"Ok! I promise! Just get up already!"

_"Hehe, ok,ok." The king smiled and got up.

You're so adorable.

For a moment it went silent as Macaque stared at The king's eyes.

It's his.

_"*sigh* So, your highness, I believe you didn't do this to me. Do have any lead on who did?"

_"Wukong."

_"What?"

_"I won't answer until you call me by my name. It's Wukong."

_"You said you're the Monkey King, it'll be rude to address you by your name."

_"Call me Wukong or I won't answer anymore questions."

_"Wha- What difference does that make?"

_"It does make a difference!" Wukong froze when he saw his love tense up, he scared him, again, "You don't remember, but I do. And it hurts." The look on Wukong's face told Macaque everything. His heart ached at the thought.

Macaque opened his mouth to speak then shut it again, then after a deep breath he spoke again,

_"I'm sorry Wukong. Can you keep answering my questions please?" Macaque asked softly,

_"Whatever you want." Wukong looked a bit relieved when Macaque said his name. "Can I hug you?" You've always been a needy one.

_"Sure." I can't say no now, he might get angry any minute.

Wukong hugged him tightly but not enough to hurt him. The scent, the touch, the warmth; it all made Macaque feel... safe?

Why am I letting my guard down? It's like I miss him, I want to melt into him, what the fuck is wrong with me?

_"You haven't eaten anything for days, can I answer your questions after we eat?" Wukong asked, still holding his moon,

_"Yeh, why not." Macaque answered, he is hungry.

Wait- their skin is touching. Macaque felt his cheeks burning red, "Also, we need to dress up." he said trying to push Wukong away,

_"Oh, right. Do you wanna shower first?" Wukong looked down at him,

_"Sure. Can you let go of me now?" Macaque said smiling anxiously.

_"Five more seconds." Wukong hugged him a bit tighter then let go, "sorry, I didn't know when you'll let me touch you again."

_"Noted. Now where are my clothes?"

_"Oh right- shower, I'll prepare our clothes then we can hit the showers."

_"Ok." Macaque watched him as he left the room, the his head popped up again,

_"Please don't go outside the house, you might get lost."

_"I'm not going out half naked."

Wukong gave him the 'I know' smile then left again, "be right back!"

Macaque sat on the bed, exhausted, he can smell himself all over this room with peaches, It's the same as the other's scent.

Wait- did he say 'our' clothes. Shit! We're not bathing together, are we? I mean it's normal to bathe together we're monkeys but doing it alone with him is a completely different matter. I don't even know anything about him but everything suggests he's my mate, he also saw me without my glamour and didn't react, which means this isn't the first time he'd see me like this. He could also be a really good liar. What should I do if he tries something in the showers? What if I say no and he gets mad... I need to find a way out but I don't even know how to get out of this house. Even if I managed to get out how far can I go before he finds me again? How long can I survive outside without my magic? Maybe I can find a place to hide-

_"What are you thinking about?" Wukong asked walking inside,

_"It's nothing, I'm just really hungry."

He's lying, he's still trying to run away, I need to think of something to convince him to stay.

_"Then we better hurry. Can you walk?"

_"Yeh, just so you know, I'm physically fine."

_"That's good, although I would've loved carrying you around." Wukong said turning and walking to door,

Did he just-

_"You coming?" Wukong glanced at him,

_"Yeh, right behind you." Shit- keep it together Macaque.

part 9

[will80sbyers]

Do you still have the list of movies that inspired ST4? I had a picture of it but I lost it and I haven't been able to find it since. Please and thank you in advance.

Yep!

Long post warning lol

300

2001: A Space Odyssey

47 Meters Down: Uncaged

12 Monkeys

28 Days Later

13th Warrior

Ace Ventura: Pet Detective

Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls

Altered States

Amelie

American Sniper

Analyze This

Annihilation

Aristocats

Armageddon

Assassins Creed

Avengers: Age of Ultron

Arrival

Almost Famous

Batman Begins

Batman V. Superman

Basket Case

Battle at Big Rock

Beauty and the Beast

Beetlejuice

Behind Enemy Lines

Beverly Hills Cop

Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey

Billy Madison

Black Cauldron

Black Swan

Boondock Saints

Borat

Bram Stoker’s Dracula

Burn After Reading

Broken Arrow

Blade Runner

C.H.U.D

Con Air

Cast Away

Congo

Constantine

Children of Men

Cabin in the Woods

Crank

Casablanca

Carrie

Crimson Tide

Clueless

Dukes of Hazzard

Don’t Breathe

Death to Smoochy

Doom

Dark Knight

Dogma

Deep Blue Sea

Dreamcatcher

Drop Dead Fred

Die Hard

Die Hard 2

Die Hard 3

Don’s Plum

Dances with Wolves

Dumb and Dumber

Edward Scissorhands

Enter the Void

Ex Machina

Event Horizon

Emma (2020)

Forrest Gump

Fargo

Fisher King

Full Metal Jacket

Ferris Bueller

Fallen

Fugitive

Ghost

Girl with the Dragon Tattoo

Ghostbusters

Good Fellas

Girl Interrupted

Godzilla: King of the Monsters

Get Out

Good Will Hunting

Hackers

High Fidelity

Hellraiser 1

Hellraiser 2

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

Hidden

High School Musical

Hurt Locker

Heat

Hunger Games

Highlander

Hell or High Water

Home Alone

I am Legend

It’s a Wonderful Life

In Cold Blood

Inception

I am a Fugitive from Chain Gang

Inside Out

Island of Doctor Moreau

It Follows

Interview with a Vampire

Inner Space

Into the Spiderverse

Independence Day

Jupiter Ascending

John Carter of Mars

Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom

James Bond (All Movies)

Julie

Karate Kid

Knives Out

Kingsmen

Little Miss Sunshine

Labyrinth

Long Kiss Goodnight

Lost Boys

Leon: The Professional

Let the Right One In

Little Women (1994)

Mad Max: Fury Road

Magnolia

Men in Black

Mimic

Matrix

Misery

My Cousin Vinny

Mystic River

Minority Report

Mr. and Mrs. Smith

Neverending Story

Never Been Kissed

No Country for Old Men

Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors

North by Northwest

Open Water

Orange County

Oceans 8

Oceans 11

Oceans 12

One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest

Ordinary People

Paddington 2

Platoon

Pulp Fiction

Papillon

Pan’s Labyrinth

Pineapple Express

Peter Pan

Princess Bride

Paradise Lost

Primal Fear

Prisoners

Peter Jackson’s King Kong

Reservoir Dogs

Ravenous

Rushmore

Road Warrior

Rogue One

Reality Bites

Raider of the Lost Ark

Red Dragon

Robocop

Shooter

Sky High

Swingers

Sword in the Stone

Step Up 2

Spy Kids

Saving Private Ryan

Shape of Water

Swept Away

Star Wars: Return of the Jedi

Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back

Superbad

Society

Swordfish

Stoker

Splice

Silence of the Lambs

Source Code

Sicario

Se7en

Starship Troopers

Scrooged

Splash

Silver Bullet

Speed

The Visit

The Italian Job

The Mask of Zorro

True Lies

The Blair Witch Project

The Lord of the Rings Trilogy

Tangled

The Craft

The Guest

The Devil’s Advocate

The Graduate

The Prestige

The Rock

Titanic

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

The Fly

Tombstone

The Mummy

The Guardian

The Goofy Movie

The Peanut Butter Solution

Toy Story 4

The Ring

The Crazies

The Mist

The Revenant

The Perfect Storm

The Shining

Terminator 2

The Truman Show

Temple of Doom

The Cell

To Kill a Mockingbird

Timeline

The Good Son

The Orphan

The Birdcage

The Green Mile

The Raid

The Cider House Rules

The Lighthouse

The Book of Henry

The A-Team

The Crow

The Terminal

Thor Ragnarok

Twister

The Descent

The Birds

Total Recall

The Natural

The Fifth Element

True Romance

Terminator: Dark Fate

The Hobbit Trilogy

Unforgiven

Unbreakable

Unleashed

Very Bad Things

Wayne’s World

What Women Want

War Dogs

Wedding Crashers

What’s Eating Gilbert Grape

Welcome to the Dollhouse

Welcome to Marwen

Wet Hot American Summer

What Lies Beneath

What Dreams May Come

War Games

Who Framed Roger Rabbit

Weird Science

Willow

Wizard of Oz

Wanted

Young Sherlock Holmes

You’ve Got Mail

Zodiac

Zoolander

[tiramisuucakeee]

7. I’M YOUR HERO

( sunflower, yang jungwon )

warnings: prowler doing prowler stuff, fight scene.

when does a spider-man really become spider-man? when he gets bit by a radioactive spider, jumps off of buildings, saves the city from the green goblin, when he gets the girl, fights alongside the avengers or loses someone dear to him.

all the spider-man’s in the multiverse had gone through something quite similar. but the thing they all shared, was that when gwen stacy falls for spider-man, it never ends well.

and with the reports of the green goblin making his appearance again in the city, even when jungwon had warned him to lay off, it meant nothing good.

“hey won,” you answered the call, sitting down on a bench near the kids playground at the park. “what’s up?”

jungwon was frantically sitting down at his desk back home in his suit, surveilling over the hacked cameras and police calls he checked every night, trying to track down norman osborn.

“hi, i’m just checking up on you, i saw the news about more reports on that green guy,” he listened closely to the other line.

“oh, yeah, i’m fine, i’m at the park right now babysitting a little kid,” your eyes were fixed on the middle schooler, not wanting to lose him from your sight.

“babysitting? that’s new,” jungwon laughed, turning around in his chair, leaving the cameras and calls out of his mind.

“well, he’s the son from one of my parent’s friends, officer davis, he’s a cop, he’s out working in finding that green guy you mentioned, and with almost everyone panicking about it, he couldn’t make it home early, so i’m watching him. apparently, his uncle, who always watched him, is busy too, so that left me.”

“really? do you need any help? i’m really good with kids,” jungwon said, wanting to make an excuse to see you, but you didn’t accept.

“i’m fine won, besides, you told me you were busy working studying for your chemistry test,” you reminded him.

“oh, right,” jungwon paused, remembering his lie.

“so, i’m gonna leave you now. please study for your test okay? i’m fine, there hasn’t been any reports around here.”

“wait- but i wanna talk to you some more.” jungwon pouted.

“i could call you later though, it’s late and i have to go to the station to leave miles, his time with me is up.” you laughed, and called over the kid, who swung upside down on the monkey bar.

“okay, please stay safe, just call me if anything happens,” he whispered.

“i will, trust me, okay? see ya’ won” and the line cut off.

jungwon groaned, throwing his phone over to his bed, cursing at himself for distracting the vigilante stuff he had going on. but it was okay, he wouldn’t let what happened to uncle ben happen again, he couldn’t.

his eyes scanned the police cars on his screen, as a call fell into one of the radios, making him jump to put on his earphones, to listen in.

“requesting backup! at hangang street near the station! someone is attacking civilians, it’s not the green goblin, he’s someone else, told us his name is the prowler,”

“this is officer davis, we are sending backup to your location, prepare to open fire if necessary,”

jungwon’s heart almost stopped, he swore he was as livid as ever. the green goblin wasn’t out, someone else was, and he had to go quick before it turned into a catastrophe.

he grabbed his mask, pulling it over his head, and opened his window, jumping out of it into the night, though, something troubled him.

what did you say the kids’ father’s name was?

!

“miles morales! stop running, this goddamn instant! you’re gonna fall!” you shouted as you chased after the boy, watching him dart left into another street, nearly tripping over his untied basketball shoes.

he skidded to a halt and glanced back at you, his face flushed with embarrassment. "everyone always tells me what to do. i just want to do my own thing, besides, the shoe thing, it’s a statement,” he muttered, clearly frustrated with himself for almost eating pavement.

you laughed, crouching down to tie his shoelaces. “you’re too young to do your own thing, but i do promise you can pick the place we go to the next time i have to watch you, alright?”

“yeah…” he murmured, and looked down to kick some rocks.

the city streets were filled with chaos, distant sounds of screams cutting through the air as sirens wailed in the background. you straightened up after tying miles's shoes, your heart still racing, though not from his near fall. something felt off. a chill swept over you as you both paused, looking around. it was too quiet for a moment, the kind of silence that made you feel like the world was holding its breath.

"we need to get to the station," you said, glancing at miles. "now."

miles gave a quick nod, and the two of you started walking briskly, but something was wrong. in the distance, the sound of a struggle reached your ears - metal clashing against metal.

just as you rounded the corner, you saw someone. the terrifying figure, cloaked in shadows, was slashing through the street, attacking civilians. his heavy boots stomped on the ground, sending debris flying. you instinctively grabbed miles's arm, pulling him back into the shadows of the alleyway. "stay down," you whispered, but it was too late.

officer davis, miles’s father, along with a few reinforcements, rushed onto the scene, weapons drawn. but they were no match for the prowler’s brutal speed and strength. he moved like a ghost, disarming the officers with a flick of his wrist, sending one of them crashing into a nearby car.

“dad…”

you looked at miles, fear flickering across his face, and you could see the urge to rush in, to do something. but you couldn’t let him.

"miles, stay back," you said, gripping his arm harder. "he's dangerous." but miles didn’t listen. he was already darting forward, moving to help his father in panic, but you pulled him back. "no! you can’t-"

just then, the prowler noticed you, his eyes locking on you like a predator zeroing in on prey. without hesitation as he couldn’t hurt miles, he lunged toward you, his claws outstretched.

"y/n!" miles shouted, but it was too late. in a desperate attempt to protect him, you shoved miles out of the way, taking the blow instead. the prowler's claws ripped across your side, and you cried out, stumbling back, pain exploding through your body.

"no!" miles screamed, his voice thick with panic as he tried to rush toward you. his hands were shaking, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. but before he could even reach you, there was a blur - spider-man - dropping from above, landing in a crouch between you and the prowler.

the air seemed to crackle with tension as jungwon’s voice cut through the chaos. “get away from her!” his tone was fierce, guttural, full of raw emotion. in one swift, powerful move, he collided with the prowler, sending the masked villain stumbling backward. the force of their collision echoed through the street, and for a moment, you felt a flicker of hope.

you stood there, dazed, blood seeping from the gash in your side. the pain was sharp, but you barely registered it as you watched the fight unfold before you. your breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, and the world seemed too quick around you. spider-man moved like lightning, a blur of motion as he and the prowler clashed, fists and claws meeting in a brutal exchange. the sound of their strikes was deafening, each blow like a crack of thunder.

the prowler was fast, but spider-man was faster, his movements precise, deliberate. he dodged the prowler’s strikes, retaliating with forceful, controlled blows. every punch he landed pushed the prowler back, but the villain was relentless. his rage was palpable, his eyes wild behind the mask, as if he fed off the fight. the two were like predators, locked in an unyielding struggle, but you could see the weariness in both of them as the fight dragged on. the prowler’s attacks grew more frenzied, while spider-man’s strikes began to slow, exhaustion creeping into his movements.

“this isn’t over,” the prowler hissed, his voice low and venomous, as he took a step back, glaring at him through the darkness. “no. this isn’t the end, there’s something bigger coming, and neither will the so-called heroes or you will be able to do anything about it.”

spider-man’s breathing was heavy, his body moving with a pained fluidity as he stood his ground. “you’re not going anywhere,” he growled, his voice tight with fury and frustration. his posture was steady, but even through his mask, you could see the exhaustion in his shoulders, in the way he clenched his fists. his eyes - there was something in them, a fierce protectiveness that made your heart twist, there was something so familiar about it.

the prowler’s eyes flicked to you for a moment, lingering on the blood that stained your shirt, the pain etched on your face. a cruel smile spread across his face as he chuckled low, the sound sending a chill down your spine. “you’re all weak,” he sneered, before vanishing into the shadows, his laugh echoing into the night.

silence fell for a moment, the chaos fading into the background, the adrenaline pumping through your veins slowly starting to wear off. your legs felt unsteady, and you almost collapsed right there, but spider-man was already moving toward you.

"you okay?" he asked, his voice soft but filled with an intensity you could hear even with the mask.

his hand hovered over your side, uncertain, but desperate to help. you could see the way his fingers trembled slightly as he reached out, like he was afraid to touch you too roughly, afraid of causing you more pain. his jaw was clenched, his expression taut, like he was blaming himself for not getting here sooner.

you winced, trying to stand tall, but the pain was sharp, burning through your side. “i’m fine,” you managed to say, though your voice was shaky, breath coming in uneven bursts. “i just... where’s officer davis? i need to get miles home.” you looked at the boy who was crying from guilt.

miles was still there, frozen in place, eyes glossy and horrified as he looked at you, at the blood, at the danger you’d just been in. his hands trembled as he stepped closer, his voice barely a whisper. “y/n, you’re hurt...”

“i’m alright, miles,” you said, though the words came out weaker than you intended. you swallowed, your throat dry. “we need to get you to your father... he’s probably really worried-”

before you could say anything else, he stepped closer. his eyes searched your face, his concern deep and genuine. his hand settled gently on your shoulder, his touch warm and grounding. the tenderness in his expression nearly broke you. "let me help," he murmured, his voice soft but filled with emotion. there was something in the way spider-man said it - something fragile in his tone, like he was terrified of losing you.

you looked up at him, his covered eyes burning, and for a moment, you let yourself fall into the comfort of his presence. you didn’t know why, but something in his voice - the rawness of it, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with the kind of worry that made your chest tighten. you glanced up at him, and even though you didn’t know why this masked hero seemed so familiar, the emotion in his eyes made something deep inside you be tranquil.

and the decision had been made. he had to get miles to his father, and then he’d figure out the rest with you.

“alright buddy, let’s get you to your dad,” spider-man said, his voice muffled beneath the mask. he was speaking to miles, but his eyes kept darting to you, like he couldn’t tear himself away. “go on,” he urged, his tone gentle but firm.

miles hesitated for a moment, still shaken. he wanted to say something - thank you, or maybe ask if you were going to be okay - but he was too scared to speak the words. his wide eyes kept flicking to you, to your injury, but the fear in his expression made it clear he was scared to show it.

spider-man placed a hand on miles's shoulder, pushing him forward toward the patrol car where officer davis had been trying to plan the next step. you watched as the boy started to run, his movements hesitant, but determined. he turned around just once, giving you a glance over his shoulder.

"y/n... you gonna be okay?" his voice cracked slightly, barely above a whisper.

“i’m fine, miles,” you whispered, your voice strained but calm. “go. your dad’s waiting.”

miles gave you one last, uncertain look before disappearing into the shadows. you could hear the faint chatting of the two in the distance, the low hum of your heartbeat. and then, you were left alone with spider-man.

there was an aching silence between you, but you could feel his eyes on you, the weight of his worry heavy in the air. he didn’t move immediately, like he was wrestling with something inside himself. the flicker of regret that danced in his posture.

“i’m sorry i didn’t get here sooner, i suck as a hero” he said, his voice tight, barely a whisper beneath his mask. “i should’ve-”

“hey, stop,” you interrupted softly, as he helped you walk so you could lean against a wall to rest. his body stiffened under your touch, his spider eyes locking with yours. the was something broken in the way the expression looked at you, like he was trying to carry the weight of your injury on his own shoulders. “you’re here now,” you said. “and this is the second time you’ve saved my life, i couldn’t be more thankful.”

he swallowed, nodding, but there was a lingering storm in his gaze, a quiet fury at himself for letting this happen. It wasn’t about you being hurt - it was about his own fear of losing you, of failing you when you needed him most. what would be of spider-man if he couldn’t even save the girl he was head over heels for, the girl he could give his own life for.

jungwon didn’t feel worthy of the suit.

“i- i need to get you to a hospital, now,” he said, his voice barely audible. he took a step toward you again, but his hand stayed hovering just inches from yours, like he wasn’t sure if he could touch you without causing more harm. the conflict was there, raw in his expression.

“no, it doesn’t hurt,” you said, the lie tasting bitter on your tongue. the pain in your side was growing sharper now, a relentless pulse with every breath, but you didn’t want him to see how bad it was. you didn’t want him to see how much pain you were in - how scared you felt. not when the friendly neighborhood spider-man was already blaming himself, just because you couldn’t get out of trouble. “i just... i need you to help me get home. please.”

his spider eyes softened at your words, and for a moment, you saw the relief flicker in his gaze. he leaned forward slightly, reaching out to gently place his hand on your waist, carefully avoiding the wound. his touch was tender but firm, like he was afraid you might fall apart if he wasn’t steady enough.

“i’m not leaving you like this,” he said quietly, his voice edged with determination. “not tonight, not ever, what kind of hero would i be?”

you met his gaze, feeling the weight of what had just happened pressing on both of you. you weren’t sure how much longer you could stand on your own, the pain in your side threatening to buckle your knees. but he was there, steady and strong, his arm wrapping around you to support your weight. you let yourself lean into him, your head resting on his shoulder for just a moment. “you’re my hero, and i’m sure half of the city could say the same.”

and that was all that you remembered, before the pain took over your body, and your eyes closed.

!

the soft hum of the hospital room was the first thing you became aware of when you woke up. your body ached, and the familiar throb from your side reminded you of the fight, the villain, and how spider-man had been there for second time, holding you together.

as you slowly opened your eyes, the blurry shapes of the sterile hospital room became clearer. the scent of antiseptic mixed with something fresher, more comforting, and you turned your head to see what it was.

a sunflower sat in a small vase on the bedside table, its bright yellow petals vibrant against the white of the hospital room. next to it were a pack of girl scout chocolate chip cookies, their familiar bright green box leaning against the vase. you smiled softly, even in your pain, knowing exactly who had brought those.

and then you spotted the small piece of paper, folded neatly beside the cookies. your heart tightened as you carefully picked it up and read.

hey, y/n,

i’m really sorry for what happened last night. i know it must’ve been scary, but i’m glad you’re okay. you’re strong, that’s why i look up to you and my uncle aaron.

thanks for watching out for me. i’ll see you soon. — miles

your fingers lingered on the paper for a moment, and you couldn't help but smile. miles had always been so thoughtful, even if he often felt like a burden with his reckless energy. you could almost hear his voice in your head as you read the note, his words full of sincerity.

before you could dwell on it too long, the door to your room creaked open, and you looked up to see your doctor walking in, a clipboard in hand. behind him, jungwon stepped in, his presence filling the doorway.

“good morning,” the doctor said, smiling kindly. “how are we feeling today?”

you shifted a little, testing your side. the pain was more manageable now, though still there, lingering beneath the surface. "i’m... better. a lot better," you murmured, smiling at the doctor, then glancing toward jungwon, who was watching you intently, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket.

jungwon’s eyes met yours, his expression softening when he saw that you were awake and speaking. he stepped closer, his concern still very much present. “hey,” he said quietly, his voice low. “how are you feeling? your parents called me this morning, i’m sorry i wasn’t there for you.”

you gave him a small smile, even though you could still feel the weight of the night before. “i’m okay,” you replied, trying to sound lighter than you felt. “don’t worry, there’s nothing we could’ve done about it.”

the doctor, sensing the moment, excused himself with a quiet, “i’ll check in on you again in a bit,” and slipped out of the room, leaving you and jungwon alone.

as soon as the door clicked shut, jungwon moved to sit in the chair beside your bed. his hand hesitated over the armrest before settling there, and he looked at you with something almost painfully vulnerable in his eyes. “i just-,” he said, his voice rough, as if he had replayed the moment over in his head a thousand times.

you shook your head slightly, meeting his gaze. “it’s okay, you didn’t know, the guy just came out of nowhere, but police was there, and spider-man was too,” you replied softly. “so i’m alright, it’s all that matters.”

but he didn’t seem convinced. he leaned forward slightly, his voice even quieter now. “you should’ve called me, i could’ve... i should’ve gotten there before the prowler hurt you-” he tried not to give into the idea of revealing himself.

you reached out, your hand resting over his, holding it lightly. “i can’t imagine what i would’ve done if you got hurt instead of me,” you said, your thumb brushing over the back of his hand. “but you’re here now.”

jungwon’s expression softened, and his gaze flickered to the sunflower and the note. he stayed quiet for a moment, his eyes thoughtful. “i thought you might like those for breakfast,” jungwon said quietly.

“good thing i’m really, really, really hungry,” you spoke, taking a cookie from the pack and biting into it. you could feel his eyes on you, but you didn’t say anything else for a moment, just savoring the familiar taste. “you want one?,” you offered.

“don’t worry about me, those are all yours,” he chuckled. “i knew you’d be hungry.”

you smiled, warmth spreading in your chest. “thank you, jungwon,” you whispered. “you’re my hero.”

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