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hotchshands · 7 days ago

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ೃ⁀➷ lolita ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ professor!cho sang-woo x student!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header!

˚ ༘♡ you had never intended for everything to end up so terribly wrong.

˚ ༘♡ waking up in a stranger’s bed, tangled in a heap of disheveled silken sheets, the faint scent of unfamiliar cologne clinging to the room, you tried to piece together the night before. your best friend and roommate had dragged you out to a bar, insisting it was the perfect way to unwind before the chaos of the winter semester began. the memory was hazy at best, a blur of dim lights, laughter, and the taste of something sweet and burning on your tongue. but the details of the previous night? they evaded you, leaving behind a hollow, uneasy feeling at the hands of your recklessness.

˚ ༘♡ your body ached as you sat up, the strap of your ivory undershirt slipping off your shoulder, and your long hair falling in untamed waves around your face. you rubbed at your eyes, trying to shake off the grogginess. as your vision cleared, you noticed him, an older man standing at his dresser, his actions brisk and precise. his broad shoulders were hunched slightly as he buttoned a crisp, ironed shirt, the glint of square-rimmed glasses catching the morning light. he didn’t look at you immediately, but the tension in his posture was unmistakable.

˚ ༘♡ when he finally turned, his face bore an expression of thinly veiled frustration, a deep sigh escaping him as his eyes met yours.

˚ ༘♡ “good morning, sir,” you murmured, your voice raspy from sleep and the dryness in your throat. you adjusted your strap absentmindedly and glanced around the room, unfamiliar and impersonal. “do you know where i left my phone?”

˚ ༘♡ he moved quickly, striding over to the nightstand and retrieving your phone without a word. his hand was steady as he held it out to you, but there was something about the set of his jaw that made you feel as though your presence was an inconvenience.

˚ ༘♡ “here,” he said curtly, his voice composed yet devoid of warmth. “i’ll cover your taxi fare and give you some cash for breakfast.” he reached into his wallet, pulling out a few bills. “i have to leave for work soon, so i think it’d be best if you were on your way.”

˚ ༘♡ his words, though polite enough, carried a clear sense of urgency, as if he was eager to put the events of the night behind him. you nodded slowly, clutching your phone to your chest as you tried to suppress the creeping embarrassment crawling up your spine.

˚ ༘♡ “of course,” you said softly, your voice quiet as the creeping shame settled in your chest. you climbed out of his bed with hurried, clumsy footsteps, pulling on your clothes and avoiding his gaze entirely. as you fumbled to straighten yourself out, you pulled out your phone to text your friend, your thumbs shaky as you tried to gather some explanation, anything that could shed light on how the night had unraveled so disastrously.

˚ ༘♡ you didn’t linger. without another glance at him or a word of goodbye, you left the room as quickly and quietly as you could. outside, the morning chill bit at your skin, but you ignored it, clutching the crisp bills he had handed you. with his money, you flagged a taxi and gave the driver directions back to your dormitory, sinking into the backseat with your mind clouded by shame and confusion.

˚ ༘♡ the ride felt endless, each turn of the wheel dragging you farther away from the faceless stranger’s home and closer to the reality you’d have to face. you were a foreign exchange student at seoul national university, studying korean language and literature. this was your second semester, and you’d come to south korea brimming with excitement about immersing yourself in its culture and language. yet here you were, starting this term with a hangover, an unfamiliar bed behind you, and a hazy recollection of the previous night.

˚ ༘♡ back in the dormitory, you dressed unhurriedly, slipping into a pale linen dress and fastening the delicate buckles of your black mary-janes. as you tried to piece together fragments of memory, your phone buzzed with a message from your friend, who had left for an early morning study session. she was quick to explain, filling in gaps you could barely grasp.

˚ ༘♡ “while i was chatting with some guy, you ended up talking to his friend,” her text read. “he was quieter, kind of cold, but professional-looking. anyway, i guess neither of you can handle your liquor because the two of you got drunk way too fast. you left before i could even say anything.”

˚ ༘♡ you frowned at the screen, your lips pressing into a tight line as you typed out a vague response. when she asked you for details about the man, you shrugged it off, offering a clipped and noncommittal reply.

˚ ༘♡ later, as the two of you walked across campus toward the business administration building for your first class, she brought it up again. “whatever,” she said with a casual wave of her hand. “he was handsome though, right? i remember that much. very professional-looking.”

˚ ༘♡ you hesitated before nodding. “he was,” you admitted, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “but he didn’t seem too thrilled when i woke up. he looked… mortified.” you handed her a steaming hot latte you had picked up earlier, using the last of the money the man had given you for breakfast.

˚ ༘♡ “maybe he was married,” you continued, taking a sip of your own coffee. “or had a girlfriend. i don’t know. he probably just didn’t want anyone to know i was there.”

˚ ༘♡ she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “oh, forget it. at least you loosened up for once. you’re always so tense, so involved in your studies and so pious. it’s good to see you let go a little.”

˚ ༘♡ her words made you feel exposed, but you chose not to respond, instead focusing on the path ahead. as you neared the classroom for your financial accounting course, a class you dreaded but had to take to fulfill your arithmetic requirement, you pulled out your schedule for confirmation.

˚ ༘♡ your stomach sank at the sight of the name, professor cho sang-woo. he was notorious on campus, a man whose strictness in academics was matched only by his sharp critiques and grueling expectations. while you’d never met him personally, you’d heard enough horror stories to know that he had been your last choice for this class, but the other professor’s class had reached maximum occupancy, and so you were left with no other option.

˚ ༘♡ grimacing, you folded the schedule back into your leather bag, bracing yourself for what you already suspected would be an exhausting semester.

˚ ༘♡ your friend peeked through the narrow glass pane of the classroom door, her eyes widening as she turned back to you, her usual delighted expression replaced by sheer disbelief. her lips parted, but for a second, no sound came out. after a nerve-wracking minute, she managed to whisper, “oh my gosh.”

˚ ༘♡ “what?” you asked, your voice tinged with concern.

˚ ༘♡ she glanced back at the classroom and then at you, her voice dropping further as she leaned closer. “the professor… professor cho,” she stammered, her words stumbling over one another as if she couldn’t believe them herself. “he’s the guy. the guy you left the bar with last night.”

˚ ༘♡ you went still, staring at her in stunned silence. the idea seemed absurd, impossible even. “you’re joking,” you said, though the disbelief in your voice betrayed you.

˚ ༘♡ “i’m not.” her tone was insistent, her wide eyes locked onto yours.

˚ ༘♡ despite yourself, you leaned forward, inching toward the door. your heart pounded as you peered through the window, your eyes scanning the front of the lecture hall. and there he was. the same man you had woken up next to that morning, now seated at his desk, meticulously organizing his papers. his suit jacket was perfectly pressed, his square-rimmed spectacles, perched on the bridge of his nose as he prepared for the lecture.

˚ ༘♡ you stepped back quickly, your breath catching in your throat. “i don’t…” you started, struggling to form a coherent sentence. “i don’t know what to do. but we need this class. it’s a requirement, and… he probably doesn’t even remember me.”

˚ ༘♡ your friend didn’t look convinced, her lips pressing into a thin line as she studied you. but with a reluctant expression, she followed you inside.

˚ ༘♡ the lecture hall was magnificent and grand, rows of seats sloping down toward the front where professor cho stood at the podium. the two of you slipped into seats near the middle, hoping to blend into the sea of students. you tried to calm your racing thoughts, convincing yourself that his focus would remain on the lecture and not on you.

˚ ༘♡ as class began, he launched into the syllabus, his tone formal and precise. his expectations were, as you had feared, exacting to the following, no late work, no make-up exams, attendance mandatory without exception, or be at risk of failing. his voice was even, without much emotion, as though he were discussing a business transaction rather than a college course.

˚ ༘♡ for a while, you thought you’d gotten away with it. the size of the class worked in your favor, and he seemed too absorbed in his material to notice you. but then, his dark gaze drifted across the room, and his eyes landed on you.

˚ ༘♡ the shift in his expression was brief, so short-lived you almost doubted you’d seen it. but it was there. a faint, vanishing gleam of recognition, chased quickly by something else, disbelief, maybe even alarm. his composure returned almost instantly, and he turned his attention back to his notes, continuing as if nothing had happened.

˚ ༘♡ your stomach churned. he remembered. of course he recalled what had occurred hours earlier. but what now? you sat in misery, your pen resting limply in your hand as his voice droned on. beside you, your friend cast you a worried glance, but you couldn’t bring yourself to meet her eyes. all you could do was sit there, heart pounding, pretending everything was fine when, deep down, you knew this semester had just become far more troublesome than you ever anticipated.

˚ ༘♡ when the class finally ended, most students filed out of the lecture hall, their chatter filling the air as they moved toward the exits. you had hoped to quietly follow, blending into the crowd, but just as you reached for your bag, professor cho’s voice cut through the noise, strained and undeniable. he called your name.

˚ ༘♡ your heart sank. there was no way to avoid this.

˚ ༘♡ your friend halted as she began to step away, casting you a worried glance over her shoulder. “i’ll wait for you outside,” she whispered, her voice filled with concern.

˚ ༘♡ with a slow, unwilling nod, you made your way down the steep steps toward the front of the room, each movement careful as you fought to keep your expression neutral. “professor cho,” you greeted dryly, your voice alludingt the sliver of the apprehension brewing inside you.

˚ ༘♡ he stood behind his desk, removing his glasses and placing them carefully atop a stack of papers. his face was as impassive as ever, but there was something in the way he cleared his throat that hinted at his discomfort.

˚ ༘♡ “i’m sure you understand how inappropriate this situation is,” he began, his tone clipped and formal. “given what… transpired between us, it is entirely unprofessional for you to remain in my course. neither of us could have predicted this arrangement, but the fact remains, it’s unacceptable. you need to speak with your counselor and drop this class.”

˚ ༘♡ his words hit you like a shock, and your mouth fell open slightly. “but you’re the only professor with openings for this course!” you protested, the panic in your voice rising despite your attempt to remain calm.

˚ ༘♡ he ran a hand through his neatly combed dark hair, his frustration evident in the rigidness of his motions. “i understand that, but i’m afraid you’ll have to wait until the next semester. it’s the only solution.”

˚ ༘♡ your frustration boiled over, and you shook your head, refusing to back down. “if i wait, i won’t graduate on time. how is this fair? we’re both equally responsible for what happened, so why should i be the one to pay the price?”

˚ ༘♡ his expression softened slightly, though his tone remained steady. “what do you want me to say?” he asked, almost resigned. “it’s unprofessional, plain and simple. no matter how we look at it, this arrangement isn’t appropriate.”

˚ ༘♡ you squared your shoulders, your voice sharpening with indignation. “you must have known something was wrong, or else why did you look so terrifed when you saw me wake up this morning?”

˚ ༘♡ his jaw clenched, and he rubbed his temple as if the thought of that realization pained him. “because i realized i’m twice your age,” he snapped, his voice filled with exasperation. “and now i find out you’re my student on top of that. don’t you see how disturbing this is? you must drop the course, or else my esteemed standing at this university is threatened.”

˚ ༘♡ crossing your arms, you stood your ground. “i’m not going to ruin my academic career just to make you feel better about your choices, professor,” you said firmly. “i’m staying in this class. i don’t expect any special treatment, and i’m willing to forget everything that happened. we can both move on, like adults.”

˚ ༘♡ he stared at you for a long moment, his expression obscure. the silence between you was nearly unbearable, but you refused to concede. finally, he exhaled sharply, relenting. “if you’re comfortable with that arrangement, then… very well.”

˚ ༘♡ a small smile tugged at the corners of your rosy lips, and you nodded. “thank you, professor. i’ll see you tomorrow.”

˚ ༘♡ he gave a slight nod, his gaze dropping to the papers on his desk as you turned to leave. your steps quickened as you exited the lecture hall, your mind racing with everything that had just unfolded.

˚ ༘♡ outside the classroom doors, your friend was waiting, her expression filled with a mix of interest and impatience. “well? what happened?” she asked, falling into step beside you as the two of you walked down the hallway.

˚ ༘♡ you hesitated, glancing back over your shoulder before turning forward again. “i’ll tell you later,” you said, though your mind was still reeling. no matter how much you tried to convince yourself it was behind you, you knew this was only the beginning of something complicated.

a/n: let me know your thoughts or if you have anymore requests! 🤍

#gabriella reads

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hotchshands · 7 days ago

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experiencing some delays writing wise due to this but expect at least one release this week and two more on the next’s couple weeks

so just a heads up, i’m graduating this semester and my schedule is looking jam packed to fulfill all my remaining requirements, which means i will probably will a bit inactive. i didn’t anticipate this until my new advisor basically said i have a few more requirements💀

why my old advisor never informed me about this? idk but here tf we are

so i will be turning off requests in the next few weeks, and will be slow to update teacher’s pet and somebody special.

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hotchshands · 8 days ago

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still can’t get over in-ho’s hair in s2 bro literally got the sang-woo haircut to impress gi-hun and i just think that’s cute

#squid game #squid game s2 #squid game season 2

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hotchshands · 9 days ago

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ೃ⁀➷ million dollar man ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ cho sang-woo x girlfriend!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! this story takes place in an alternate ending for squid game where sang-woo wins instead of gi-hun! 🤍

˚ ༘♡ it had been over two weeks since you last heard from cho sang-woo. no calls, no texts, not even the smallest acknowledgment of your existence. the silence weighed on you, growing heavier with every passing day. sang-woo, your long-term boyfriend, the man you had imagined spending the rest of your life with, had seemingly vanished without explanation.

˚ ༘♡ he was everything you had dreamed of, handsome, intelligent, educated. in your eyes, he was near perfect. you had moved to south korea a year and a half ago. the two of you met only a month after your arrival in seoul. you were standing at a convenience store counter, struggling to buy an iced coffee before work. the cashier’s words blurred into a language barrier you couldn’t break through, leaving you flustered and embarrassed.

˚ ༘♡ then there he was. cho sang-woo, with his neatly pressed suit and square-rimmed glasses, stepping in to translate with a calm assurance that immediately put you at ease. he went further and insisted on paying for your coffee, brushing off your protests with a polite smile. “you can pay me back with your number,” he had said, his tone light but his warm gaze unwavering. you gave it to him without hesitation, your heart racing as he walked away with a casual, confident stride that lingered in your mind for days.

˚ ༘♡ what followed was akin to a fantasy. your first few dates were sweet and unassuming, dinners at cozy restaurants, walks through bustling markets, late-night phone calls that stretched into the early hours of the morning. before long, it became more than casual. he wasn’t simply a charming man in a suit, he was someone you trusted, someone you leaned on. yet, as your relationship deepened, so did the flaws.

˚ ༘♡ sang-woo treated you well in many ways. he insisted on paying for meals, even when you protested. he offered to help with rent when he noticed you were stressed about expenses. his job at joy investments afforded him a lifestyle of financial stability, one that he willingly extended to you. however, beneath his polished exterior, there was an undeniable distance.

˚ ༘♡ it started small, little things that nagged at you but seemed too insignificant to bring up. his phone was always locked, the screen flashing dark whenever you glanced at it. he would leave suddenly, without warning, offering only vague explanations that never quite satisfied your curiosity. “work,” he would say, brushing off your questions as though they were irrelevant. and no matter how many times you pressed him for the truth, he never admitted anything.

˚ ༘♡ those moments of secrecy chipped away at your trust, leaving an uneasy ache in your chest. you told yourself it was nothing, that you were overthinking. but the fights that erupted when you brought it up told a different story. his calm facade would crack, and he would grow defensive, his words sharp and cutting. “don’t you trust me?” he had asked more than once, the accusation in his tone a slap in the face.

˚ ༘♡ despite the arguments, despite the unanswered questions, you loved him. you loved the way he smoothed a hand down your back when you were upset, the way his voice softened when he called you by name. you loved the rare instances of vulnerability he let slip, the heartfelt glimpses of the man beneath the polished exterior. you loved him enough to forgive, enough to overlook the secrets that cast shadows over your relationship.

˚ ༘♡ as you sat alone in your apartment, staring at your phone with an empty inbox mocking your worry. two weeks of silence was unbearable. the man you loved, the one who had promised to protect you, had left you with nothing but questions and a ache where his presence used to be.

˚ ༘♡ the doorbell rang, cutting through the quiet of your apartment as though it were a sharp blade. it wasn’t merely unusual, it was unsettling. who would come at this hour? you glanced at the clock on the wall, its glowing numbers reminding you that it was well past midnight. your stomach churned uneasily as you stood up, your fatigue from a long shift at the café clinging to you.

˚ ༘♡ working from sunrise to sunset every day had worn you thin, but you had refused sang-woo’s offers to help you financially. he had already done so much, given so generously, and the thought of taking more was crossing a line you couldn’t bring yourself to breach. it would be an abuse of his kindness.

˚ ༘♡ the hallway was dark as you approached the door, your bare feet silent on the cool floor. you hesitated before unlocking it, your hand hovering over the latch. “hello?” you called out cautiously as you cracked it open, peering into the dimly lit corridor.

˚ ༘♡ before you could register what was happening, a hard shove sent the door crashing into you, knocking you backward. you stumbled, barely managing to catch yourself against the wall. your heart leapt into your throat as the figure who had forced their way inside quickly shut the door behind them.

˚ ༘♡ your confusion turned to disbelief as the light from your apartment fell on their face. it was sang-woo.

˚ ༘♡ his chest heaved with each labored breath, his shirt wrinkled and unbuttoned at the collar, his dress pants scuffed and slightly torn. his glasses, the ones you always teased him about for making him look too serious, were nowhere to be seen. instead, his face bore the evidence of recent hardships, bruises, faint scars, and scabbed-over cuts that marred his formerly pristine appearance. even his hands, the ones you’d grown so used to seeing holding a pen or a glass of wine, were scratched and battered.

˚ ༘♡ he looked like he had aged years in the short time he had been gone.

˚ ༘♡ “sang-woo,” you stammered, your voice unsteady with equal parts confusion and fear, “what the hell are you doing? it’s the middle of the night, and… why haven’t you been answering my calls?”

˚ ༘♡ he opened his mouth as if to respond, but the words didn’t come immediately. instead, he leaned against the door, his shoulders slumping as though the weight of the world was pressing down on him. “i…” he started, his voice hoarse and raw, but he seemed unable to finish.

˚ ༘♡ without warning, he crossed the room in a single stride and pulled you into a tight embrace. his arms wrapped around you with a desperation that felt almost suffocating, his head burying into the crook of your neck as he clung to you.

˚ ༘♡ you stood unmoving, the shock of his sudden appearance warring with the affection of his touch. part of you was relieved beyond words to have him back, while another part was angry. angry at his disappearance, at the unanswered calls and texts, at the fear and doubt he had left you to wrestle with.

˚ ༘♡ “i missed you,” he murmured against your shoulder, his voice so quiet you almost didn’t hear it.

˚ ༘♡ his words tugged at your heart, but they weren’t enough to quell the storm of questions brewing inside you. “sang-woo,” you said, your voice softer now but still laced with frustration, “what’s going on? where have you been? what happened to you?”

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t answer right away, his grip tightening, as though the very act of holding onto you could keep him grounded. his breath was unstable, his chest rising and falling against yours in a way that betrayed the turmoil beneath his silence. the room felt oppressively quiet.

˚ ༘♡ “sang-woo!” you exclaimed, your voice sharp, desperate for clarity. the sound seemed to jolt him, his body stiffening before he reluctantly pulled back.

˚ ༘♡ his hands were shaking as he reached into his pocket, the movement clumsy and hurried. when he withdrew, he thrust a thick stack of cash into your arms, one hundred million won, neatly bound and unnervingly out of place in your modest apartment. the weight of the money startled you, as you stared at the crisp bills in disbelief.

˚ ༘♡ “listen to me,” he said, his voice shaking but steadfast. “after this, after i take care of everything, i’ll buy us a beautiful home. somewhere quiet, somewhere safe. hold onto this for now.”

˚ ༘♡ you blinked at him, your mind struggling to process the sudden shift, the money heavy in your grasp. “sang-woo,” you said, your tone rising with vexation and confusion, “where did you get this money?”

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t answer, his eyes avoiding yours, and that only fueled your frustration. “tell me!” you demanded. “where have you been? do you have any idea what I’ve been through? i thought you left me for another woman or fled the country!”

˚ ༘♡ his jaw clenched, his expression fading as guilt flashed across his face, but he said nothing.

˚ ༘♡ you pressed further, your voice strained with a mix of hurt and fury. “i talked to your mother. she said you haven’t called her in ages! i went to your work. they haven’t seen you in weeks! your friends? same thing. no one knows where you’ve been!” your hands tightened around the cash, your knuckles white as your chest heaved with the distress of your tone. “how could you do this to me? how could you leave without a word, without an explanation?”

˚ ༘♡ his silence hurt more than any words could have. he looked at you, his expression a painful mix of regret and something darker, something you couldn’t place. his lips parted as if to speak, but he hesitated, the words caught somewhere between his chest and his throat.

˚ ༘♡ “sang-woo,” you whispered, your voice trembling as tears began to sting your eyes. “please. i need to understand.”

˚ ༘♡ “i’ll tell you everything soon, i promise, sweetheart,” sang-woo murmured, his voice unsteady, as if it pained him to speak. his hand, calloused and trembling, reached out to rest gently on your cheek, his touch delicate. your heart ached as you met his gaze, those dark, exhausted eyes glistening with unshed tears. it was a look so raw, so unfamiliar.

˚ ༘♡ “you have to trust me,” he said, his tone soft but pleading. “you have to listen to me. i’ve already given you what you need to cover your expenses.” his hand lingered against your cheek for a monthly moment before falling away, his fingers curling into a fist at his side. “i have urgent legal and business matters to deal with, but once they’re resolved… we’ll have the life we’ve dreamed of. everything we’ve talked about.”

˚ ༘♡ his lips brushed against your forehead, the kiss light but filled with a quiet desperation that made your chest tighten. “nothing could ever keep me from you,” he breathed, the words barely audible. “promise me you’ll do as i ask.”

˚ ༘♡ everything about this felt wrong, the way he avoided your questions, the haunting exhaustion in his voice, the bruises that lined his hands and face. you wanted answers. you wanted to demand he tell you everything right then and there, but the way he looked at you, so broken, so unlike the composed sang-woo you knew, kept you from saying anymore.

˚ ༘♡ uncertainty clouded your mind, nonetheless you nodded, your voice hardly above a whisper. “i promise.”

˚ ༘♡ his shoulders sagged slightly at your answer, the tension in his body loosening, though not entirely disappearing. “good,” he said softly, almost to himself. he was still nervous, his eyes darting toward the door as though expecting someone to burst through at any moment.

˚ ༘♡ “i have to go,” he said, his voice tinged with reluctance. “but i’ll come back. i swear, okay?”

˚ ༘♡ “okay,” you replied, unsure but unwilling to push him further.

˚ ༘♡ he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a fleeting, tender kiss that left you yearning for answers. then, without another word, he turned and left the apartment, closing the door behind him.

˚ ༘♡ you stood there, the silence of his absence pressing down on you, dread engulfed your thoughts. your mind churned with questions, with doubts, but one thing was certain, you were relieved, no matter how strange the circumstances of his return, to have seen sang-woo again. the agonizing ache in your chest told you that his departure had left you with far more questions than answers.

a/n: my first sang-woo fanfiction!! is it controversial for me to say i love his character and he’s my favorite one in squid game? please let me know if you have any requests! 🤍

#gabriella reads

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hotchshands · 9 days ago

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why my old advisor never informed me about this? idk but here tf we are

so i will be turning off requests in the next few weeks, and will be slow to update teacher’s pet and somebody special.

#gab gabbles

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hotchshands · 10 days ago

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need me a man like him fr

— relationship w cho sangwoo ☆ sfw + nsfw headcannons

warnings : mdni, nsfw notes : first time writing headcannons on this account! hope yall like it and that no one thinks its really bad TT feel free to leave feedback <3 this is written with a female reader in mind but all genders are welcome!!

SFW . . . !

he'd love to take you to expensive or nice restaurants on his day offs.

he'd give you lots of gifts rather than words of affection since he has trouble expressing his feelings to anyone.

he'd would cuddle you after he finishes his work. he'd kiss your forehead and run his hands through his hair as you drift to sleep.

if you were cooking something for dinner, he'd come and help you.

he'd love to hold your hand or waist in public, making sure everyone knows you're his.

when someone else starts flirting with you, he'd get super jealous. he'd give them a glare and pull you closer to himself.

if he's away from home, he'd send you "good morning" and "good night" texts to you everyday.

he'd be the bigger spoon when cuddling in bed.

he'd have a picture of you in his wallet and on his phone wallpaper. he'd smile every time he sees it.

he trusts you a lot and would slowly start opening up to you about his problems but would still be careful to not burden you.

he would love to listen to your yapping.

he'd always let you pick a movie to watch together and he'd end up watching you instead of the movie.

he'd ask you questions about your interests just so he could hear you talk more. he finds it cute.

when you compliment him, he smile to himself and defend himself humbly. however, eventually he would give in and start teasing you back.

he'd love to shower with you together and help wash your hair.

NSFW . . . !

he'd give you LOTS of praise but mostly "good girl".

he definitely prefers being dom but would try out being sub if you wanted him to since he loves you.

he'd start soft and gentle but then start becoming rougher and rougher until you begin to cry out.

he'd love hearing you being vocal and reacting to his touch.

he'd make sure not to overstimulate you and be careful to not cause you any pain.

he'd collapse on top of you as he cums onto your stomach and kisses your neck.

he'd prefer to receive oral since he loves playing with your hair as you pleasure him, although of course he also loves to eat you out and pleasure you too.

he'd give the BEST after care. every time he'd make sure to clean you and everything up and shower you with love. he'd whisper sweet and affectionate words to you before falling asleep while holding each other close.

Thank you so much for reading! More coming soon . . ?

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hotchshands · 10 days ago

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yo where my clothes at??

Player 218 🫦

#🤰🏻🤰🏻🤰🏻

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hotchshands · 11 days ago

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waiting for him to say fuck it and blow up the games for gi-hun cause you know he would

the way he looks at him here…he knows this is the last time gi-hun see him as young-il. he knows it’s the last time gi-hun will look at him like that. with that trust, with that love, with that concern. he’s drinking it all in, capturing this memory of him as much as he can before he has to go. you can see the loss he feels in his eyes. he doesn’t want to let this go but he knows he has to.

#i am not okay #i need s3 rn!!!

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hotchshands · 11 days ago

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give me 5 minutes no hair tie needed he will hold it for me😋

AARON HOTCHNER + GETTING ARRESTED in 11x22 “THE STORM.”

+ Hotch glare

#i wanna bury myself in his thighs

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hotchshands · 12 days ago

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Hii how are youu<3 Are you going to write more about Sang Woo? I love that guy so much! Could you write something about Sang Woo and the extremely intelligent reader who is similar to him in many ways? It must be very difficult to attract and impress this man but the reader does. These two have known each other for a long time. Maybe the reader is someone who won the games in a previous year. (Joining in the same year would probably be more dangerous for them.) At one point, the reader disappeared and returned changed. (Sang Woo and Gi Hun survived together and split the money.) They met again and realized they now had something more in common... Something like this~

i’m doing good! i hope you are doing well. thank you for submitting to my inbox! now to answer your question: yes i’d love to write more sang-woo!! i feel like he doesn’t get a whole lot of love for obvious reasons, but i’m always happy to see fellow sang-woo lovers.

now this prompt could definitely be a longer work, but here’s a blurb. i took it they meet again post sang-woo’s first game.

Walking home from your folks place in one of the poorer regions of Korea, you see a man standing on the sidewalk, smoking. The man looked familiar. As you got closer you realize it’s Sang-woo, your rival in business school.

“Long time no see, smarty,” you call out using the nickname you gave him in school.

Sang-woo looks over at you before rolling his eyes. I guess he still holds a grunge. You and him were always competing to be top of the class so it’s no surprise he’s still bitter over you taking that spot. He inhales another puff of smoke before speaking, “What are doing here? I thought you moved to *insert nice region of Korea here.”

You smile, happy that he remembered. Wow, I must have left a good impression. Sang-woo was a hard man to please. He usually kept to himself and never talked to anyone in business school unless he needed to, yet here he was talking to you. “You remember? I’m shocked. I’m just here visiting family,” you reply.

He nods, inhaling more smoke. I guess business school didn’t work out for him, you think to yourself wondering why a genius like Sang-woo was still roaming these streets. From what you heard he was suppose to be in America living a luxurious life, but I guess not.

“What are you doing here, smarty?” you ask as you were never one to beat around the bush.

He throws his cigarette on the ground. “What’s it to you huh?” he says, defensive. He was always like that, never giving up till he was at the top whether it was in school or in conversation. Old habits truly never die.

“Just thought you were in the states that’s all.”

“Well, I’m not so what?” he says again defensive.

“Forget I asked, smarty. You know not everything has to be a competition. I may have been top of our class in business school, but you’re a smart cookie. The smartest cookie I know, and I like to think I know me pretty well,” you laugh before saying goodbye knowing Sang-woo hated to be bothered.

“Say if you wanna go grab soju with me and talk about old times, give me a call,” you hand Sang-woo your business card. “Well, see ya around, smarty,” you say goodbye to your ex-rival and continue walking.

Sang-woo stares at the card before looking back at you as you fade away down the street.

fin. feel free to submit more sang-woo requests!

#gabriella's mail #cho sang woo x reader #sang woo x reader #cho sang woo #sang woo #squid game #squid game blurb #blurg

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