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Front Man X Reader

Just some hcs

Winning a game of life and death and becoming its Front man killed his soft side which he might have had. But that doesn't means he would keep his hard exterior around you as well since he loves you. In Ho might be warm around you and even give you a small smile.

You'd definitely watch Red light, Green light with him in his couch, listening to fly me to the moon. And yes, bring your own whiskey, sharing is not care with this man. But you are free to watch the game while sitting on his lap😏😌

You'd be given a mask, a black one like him to hide your identity from the guards and the players

The square guards are literally your butlers because you rarely see triangle or circle guards with inho. He keeps the guards with him who are loyal to him, so you'd be only allowed to interact with them

Dom in bed <3. Most of the time you can't walk in the morning

However if you want to play the games just like Oh Il Nam, there's no way he'd let that happen. He worries about your safety every single minute so for him, its not worth the risk even if the doll would not detect you.

Seems the type of bf who'd always eat with eat with you

Whenever you are bored,you can have tour of the Island with him but when he's not free, you have to take a square guard with you

In ho and you would travel in that posh limo. No luxury is spared

About the Junho thing, if you don't know about his brother,he won't talk to you about it as he seems the type to keep his scars to himself. If you know, he might lean on your shoulder but won't say a word.

He might not want kids but if you become pregnant, he would send you back to South Korea and provide a lot of support, would also keep regular contact. After having the child, you would never be stepping foot in the Island again because he has become conscious about your safety ten time more and now you both also have a baby

There's no way in freaking hell that VIPs will see you, as he won't let them know about your existence in first place because you know...its obvious why.

To summarize, over all not that bad. Just very protective <3

(gif is taken by the tenor app)

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Intoxicating - Teacher!Sang-Woo x Student!Reader

Sang-Woo can’t help but obsess over his perfect little star student.

Warnings - Jealous Sang-Woo, Smut, age gap (legal), oral (F receiving)

Word count - 3.8k (I may have gotten carried away 👀)

Requested by @14lovez 💚

Click, clack, click, clack.

The sound of heels rushing down the tiled hallway echoed through the classrooms as she passed, papers falling from her arms and her phone clattering on the floor. Cursing loudly, she scooped everything up and kept running. She’d never been late before, let alone for his class.

Mr Cho’s lecture hall was near empty. 9 AM finance lectures didn’t exactly draw in the numbers, but she made it a point to always be there. It made him feel appreciated in a way he’d never admit out loud. In his eyes, she was the perfect student; attentive, clever and beautiful. Although he’d never admit, the last 3 years he’d had her in his class, he’d had the privilege of watching her become her own woman.

Sang-Woo met her as a fresh-out-of-high-school 18 year old - young, naive and curious - and now she was graduating; moving on and leaving him behind. He couldn’t get used to the thought of not seeing her sweep into his class of a morning, fresh faced and ready to drink in every word that left his lips with such focus that sometimes it felt like they were the only two in the room. He wouldn’t hear her quietly giggle anymore, whenever that stupid little boy that sat next to her cracked jokes that only they could hear. He wouldn’t be able to admire her as he had been for so long now, his eyes taking an extended vacation around the curves of her body underneath the figure-accentuating outfits she chose. Her perfume wouldn’t overwhelm his senses anymore, triggering something dark in his brain as his face hovered so close to hers, quietly explaining something she’d so innocently asked for help with.

Deep down, she drove him crazy; but Sang-Woo knew his place and he knew there were lines he should never cross, so instead he buried the impure thoughts he had about her. Part of him wanted to say something to her, but where would he even begin? The last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable. He felt so sleazy. It’s not as if he’d intended this, but something about her was so… alluring. He couldn’t get her out of his head. She overwhelmed his thoughts even when she wasn’t there with him, and it made him feel an intense guilt. She was barely 21. Barely over the age of consent, and here he was, a grown man fantasising about the youngest possible woman without it being immoral. He hated himself for it, but no matter how hard he tried to ignore her, he simply couldn’t.

The students sitting before him chattered excitedly, paying no mind to the man sitting at his desk, chatting and giggling about the futures that they were about to embark on. The clock finally struck 9, and yet, she was nowhere to be seen. His heart sunk a little; the last lecture of the whole course and she didn’t show up to properly say goodbye. Of course, he’d see her briefly at the graduation ceremony, but after that, he knew he’d never see her again. He cursed himself, reminding his brain that she was off limits anyway. He knew he needed to move on but he was just stuck on a loop. The second he saw her, he knew the walls he built up to separate himself from her would be demolished by his own hand.

Standing up, he greeted his class and congratulated them on making it all the way through their bachelor degrees. Detailing the tasks of his final class, his eyes lingered on the empty seats in the front row - the seats usually home to both his favourite student and the little lap dog that seemed to follow her around, Hwang Jun-Ho. He knew he had no good reason to dislike this boy. He actually was her age, handsome, athletic and he’d already proven he could make her laugh. Jun-Ho was a good student and he’d never done anything to disrespect or cross his professor. It was all pure, untainted jealousy from Sang-Woo.

Neither Y/N or Jun-Ho were present, and Sang-Woo’s mind swam with the possibilities. He couldn’t push through the images in his head of the two of them tangled together, sheets grazing their bare bodies as they actively skipped his lecture to study each other instead. He couldn’t help but envision his hands all over her gentle flesh, his fingers in her hair, her nails digging into his back, her lips wrapped around…

He quickly shook himself out of it, shame flooding through his veins as he noticed all the blood that had rushed south at his musings. The thoughts filled him with rage, even though he knew Jun-Ho would be a better boyfriend than he could ever be. Y/N and Jun-Ho could go out in public and no one would ever bat and eyelid. Her parents would surely be ecstatic for her to bring a young man like him home to them.

Click, clack, click, clack.

The sound drew closer and shook him from his daydreaming, and suddenly his heart fluttered with relief and hope as she barrelled through the doors. She was panting, beads of sweat adorning her forehead as she rasped out an apology for being so late.

She’d really done it today. As soon as he laid eyes in her, he began to salivate. Her blouse was sheer enough to make out the outline of the black bra she wore underneath and her hair hadn’t been brushed before it was thrown into a bun sitting on the top of her head. Her skirt danced against the swell of her ass as she quickly hustled over to her empty seat. He took in the sight in front of him. She was always beautiful, but something about seeing her so disheveled hit him right in the lust he had for her. As she turned her head, exposing a dark purple mark against the skin near her collarbone, white hot rage filled him. Taking a deep breath, he pushed it down and cleared his throat.

“Nice of you to finally grace us with your presence.” His voice was colder and harsh, a far cry from the joking tone he’d meant to express it in. It was real now. Someone else had her and it made his stomach drop. Her expression was one of shock and embarrassment, flecks of disappointment in her eyes at the way her normally caring professor greeted her. She mumbled another apology, sitting down and averting her eyes downwards to the quiz sheet he had laid on each table.

Sitting back in his seat, Sang-Woo let out a frustrated sigh. He felt bad for snapping at her, but he couldn’t help but feel a new emotion towards her - betrayal. In his mind, she was already his. It was hard to remember sometimes that it was just his imagination, and this young woman had done nothing to warrant the attraction he had for her. Sure, she’d drop things at seemingly convenient times, her long legs bending as she bent to pick it up, giving Sang-Woo a show in the process. Sure, she stayed back after almost every lecture, as if she relished the time they had alone together as much as he did. To Sang-Woo, none of this meant anything. He could never be truly sure if she was just really that innocent, or if maybe, just maybe, she felt the same way even just a little bit.

He stood from his seat, observing the other students with their heads either down on their paper or buried in their phone screens. Taking a deep breath to muster the courage, he worked his way across the room and leaned his two large hands on the front of her desk, leaning down so that his lips could whisper in her ear without alerting the other students. “You haven’t seen Jun-Ho by chance have you? He didn’t show up today.”

Her body stiffened involuntarily as she shifted her gaze to meet the intense, dark eyes of her professor. He hadn’t said anything of the sort, but she could only take his question as a roundabout way of saying I know what you did. His expression was hard to read. It was something she’d never seen him wear before - irritation. He was always so gentle with her; complimenting her and helping with every problem, no matter how small. Sometimes she’d even pretend to not understand just so that she could have him close to her. What Sang-Woo didn’t realise was that she felt the same way, maybe even stronger.

He walked back to his desk, sitting back down and lowering his gaze to the finished quizzes in front of him. He felt like an absolute piece of shit knowing how uncomfortable he’d just made her. He’d basically attacked her without even saying anything. His hotheaded attitude blinded him from the reality that he held no claim to her. She was just his student. His beautiful, smart, sexy student. But his student nevertheless.

The time passed on and on, students chatting and sharing their plans for the weekend and the afterparty for the graduation. A sadness set deep into Sang-Woo’s chest as he realised that as soon as that clock struck 12, she was no longer his student. Lifting his eyes to lay them on Y/N, his heart broke as he noticed she hadn’t lifted her head since his harsh words. He’d already regretted what he said as soon as the words left his lips, and now he felt like a monster. You don’t tear down someone you love. Whether they love you back or not, it’s not fair. She had and has every right to sleep with Jun-Ho if that’s what she wants, even though it killed him inside.

The other students started to pack their things up as the time drew nearer and nearer. A few students approached his desk to thank him and he wished them the best of luck with a warm smile. He meant it. He wished nothing for the best for all his students, even that stupid fucking Jun-Ho prick. Eventually everyone had filed out of the lecture hall, leaving only Y/N nervously shifting in her seat as she finally raised her eyes to meet his. Sighing sadly, he pulled himself up from his desk and made his way over to her. The few short steps felt like a marathon as the reality that this was it washed over him. He wasn’t ready to let her go.

“I’m sorry I spoke to you like that. It was out of line.” His voice was a whisper as he finally sat down in the seat that Jun-Ho usually occupied. Her arms crossed and he could tell she was making an effort to hide the bruise that had been sucked into her neck. She was timid, not the bubbly self she normally was. “And it was wrong of me to insinuate that about you and Jun-Ho. It’s none of my business…”

He trailed off, his eyes eventually finding their own way down onto the large bruise she was weakly attempting to hide. It fixated him, and even in this moment, all he could think of was sucking and biting bigger and better marks into her neck. Clenching his jaw, he made eye contact with her once more. Her voice was quiet and low, finally mustering up the courage to speak. “It was a mistake… but you were right about Jun-Ho. You didn’t even have to say it… you just knew.”

He forced a small smile, his heart sinking at the admission. He knew. He always knew. But something about it being out in the open hit him right in the guts. Clearing his throat, he chose his next words very carefully. “The way he looks at you is-“

“The way you look at me, sir?” She cut him off, finally finding her voice. Colour drained from his face.

She knew. She fucking knew. My life is over.

Sang-Woo was speechless, his eyes scanning her face for any signs of anger or disgust. He knew he was in trouble now. He knew she could ruin him. Trying to deny it would be pointless. After all, he’d been staring at her blankly for far too long to dispute it now. Slowly reaching over, she brushed her fingers against his, resting on the smaller desk. A jolt of electricity shot from his finger tip all the way down to his cock and he jumped, snapping out of his stressed daydreaming state. His eyes landed on their hands just barely touching. She looked at him with both curiosity and hesitancy, concerned how he’d react.

Taking a deep breath, his fingers barely moved as he brushed back against her fingers before summoning the courage to gently place his hand on top of hers. She didn’t jolt or pull away like he’d secretly expected, not sure if what he was experiencing was a dream or not. Her fingers slowly closed around his hand and he revelled in the touch he’d been craving for the better part of 3 years.

“You’re a good guy, Sang-Woo. I’ve seen the way you look at me and I’ve seen the way you look at Jun-Ho. You don’t have to be jealous anymore…” standing up, she swung one leg over his thighs and wrapped her arms around his tense shoulders, sitting in his lap, face to face with him. His heart began to race as her scent engulfed him. His hips bucked upwards instinctively and his arms snaked their way around her waste so gently that he barely touched her, fingers brushing her skin. One hand gently rested against his cheek, and he leaned into her hand. His eyes remained transfixed with hers until she slowly dipped her head lower and lower, her breath fanning against his neck, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“You don’t need to worry… I’m not your student anymore.”

She punctuated her whisper with a small, gentle nip at his ear and that was it. Sang-Woo’s hand pushed her chin up so that she was face to face with him and, finally, he smashed his lips against hers. A small surprised moan escaped her lips, and he drank it down. His arms held her tightly, pulling her as close as he humanly could. His hands pawed at the skin covered by material, running the perimeter of her back before untucking her blouse from her skirt to let his hands travel up her back, dancing across the warm skin. It sent shivers down her spine, his short nails gently scraping down her body.

His fingers traced the clasp of her black bra, snapping it against her skin and eliciting a delicious moan from her, making her squirm in his lap and gently pushing against the bulge in his black dress pants. He groaned into her mouth at the friction, biting at her bottom lip and pulling it before trailing gentle but urgent kisses down her neck. He pressed several kisses to the broken capillaries forming the bruise on her soft skin. His mouth moved ever so slowly across the front of her neck, down to the collarbone exposed by her shirt, before drawing the line back up the other side of her neck. Her small moans and mewls only spurred him on more.

In one strong motion, he stood from the chair he was seated in and wrapped her legs around his waist, holding her tightly as he lifted her into the air. He reconnected their lips and her hands tangled into his hair at the back, holding herself up against him. Sang-Woo laid her down on the empty row of desks, his large frame hovering over her small body as their lips danced and melted together. The perfume that once overwhelmed him now intoxicated him as he finally gave in to every desire he’d had for her since they first met.

His fingers nimbly popped each button undone before pushing her blouse back and admiring the beauty before him. His fingers then set to work on her skirt, finding the zipper before pulling it all the way down, the skirt falling open and leaving her in just her black bra and panties. His mouth began to water again as he pressed kisses from her collarbone, down the valley of her breasts, tenderly running kisses down the warm flesh of her stomach until he was sitting on his knees at the end of the table, staring up at the woman he’d obsessed over for years. He couldn’t believe it was actually happening. He couldn’t believe she actually wanted him the same way he wanted her. But sure enough, there she was; spread out against the desks, waiting for him to do whatever he pleased with her.

His fingers hooked into her panties and pulled them down, leaving him face to face with her pussy. He wasted no time, diving tongue first as if she was the most delicious meal to a man who’s ravenous. His strong hands pushed her thighs apart further as his tongue flicked and lapped at her clit, her back arching and perfect moans falling from her lips. Her fingers tangled into his hair, pushing him closer. He didn’t need to be told twice, his right hand moving off her thigh. His fingers crept their way up her body until they brushed her lips, asking to be taken in her mouth. She obliged, parting her lips and gently sucking at his fingers. He gently pulled the wet digits out of her mouth, using them to gently run up and down her folds before pushing one in and curling it upwards. Her body jolted, pulling a smirk onto his lips. He knew he was close. He slowly gently curled his finger, searching for the spot that he knew would send her flying, and when he found it, the cry she released was nothing short of heavenly to him.

He gently slipped the other finger in, massaging the spot he found while his tongue worked away at her clit. Her hands pulled and tugged on his hair enough to hurt, but he didn’t care. Her thighs tried to tense around his head but his other hand held her thigh in place as he continued his assault.

Sang-Woo felt her legs start to shake and he knew she was almost there for him. He added pressure to his fingers and quickened his pace and within seconds, a too-loud cry left her lips as she came crashing down around his fingers. He reacted quickly, withdrawing his fingers from her and slipping then between her lips as he covered her mouth with his hand. She whined at the loss but began to realise where it was they were actually doing this. They hadn’t stopped to think for one second. The University was still filled with people and at some point someone was going to have to use this lecture hall, but even with all that danger, the only thing Sang-Woo and Y/N could focus on was each other. There was no way in hell he was going to stop now, though.

She whined as he pulled away, dazed from the intensity of the orgasm he had allowed her to have. Sang-Woo, still fully dressed, quickly picked her up and carried her over to his desk; one more secluded from the line of sight of the door. One swoop of his arm cleared the surface off, and quickly undid her bra before he he laid her down one more time. His fingers made quick work of his shirt buttons, his shirt hanging open and exposing a toned chest and abdomen. Her finger reached over, gently tracing the lines of his gorgeous body as he speedily rid himself of his belt and pushed his dress pants and boxers down hastily, cock springing upwards.

She pulled herself up and slid off the desk onto her knees, but Sang-Woo was far too impatient at this point. He caught her, flipped her around so she was bent over his desk and pressed his body against her so she couldn’t move. “As much as I would love that, I’ve been waiting for this for way too long.” He growled into her ear from behind before lining himself up and pushing himself slowly inside.

She was so tight and wet that his legs almost gave way and he could have cum right there, but he bit his lip and powered through. His hips snapped back and forth, her hands bracing the wooden desk underneath her. He pushed her further onto the desk, pushing one leg up to rest on the table to hit a delicious new angle. Cries and moans left her lips involuntarily, and his hand took its place over her mouth again as his thrusts became more erratic the longer he held out.

Small pants left his lips as he felt the tension building up. His growls became groans the closer he got, and his hands dragged her body back into him in time with his thrusts. A few more thrusts had him filling her up with his cum without even being able to warn her.

He fell forward, both panting as he laid against her back. His head was spinning from how good it felt and he wasn’t ready to pull out just yet. He held her for a couple of minutes, slowly pulling out as his cock softened. Y/N was absolutely shattered. She knew her legs wouldn’t hold her; all she could do was lean against that desk and feel his cum slowly dripping down her thigh. Sang-Woo pressed gentle kisses to her shoulders as he redressed, buttoning his shirt back up after helping her with her clothes.

Gently helping her stand, he turned her around and pressed a passionate kiss to her lips. “I really don’t want this to be a one time thing. I’ve wanted you for so long - I don’t think I can let go now.” His words were a whisper, a smile forming on her exhausted lips as her arms wrap around his waist and her head rests against his shoulder.

A knock at the door startled the pair, jumping apart before another teacher entered the hall to begin his lecture. As they prepared to go their separate ways, she slipped a small piece of paper into his hand. She pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before she hastily departed; god forbid someone were to check the security cameras. Sang-Woo watched her walk away, a dopey smile on his face. Unfolding the little piece of paper she gave him, he found her phone number written neatly with a little heart on the end. He pondered, wondering if she may actually be the one for him. It didn’t matter though. Now they were just two people, free to be in love, and Sang-Woo simply couldn’t wait to start.

[rbingsquidgame]

I can’t stop thinking about this

[rbingsquidgame]

Hi there sweetheart, I trust you are doing well!

I recently read one of your pink guards “baby don’t go” posts, and I was wondering if you can write more..?

Maybe with a Japanese raised in America s/o which their Korean is not very good?

They moved to south Korea like a year ago and they did not have enough opportunities to learn and speak properly. They get in the games to earn some money due to debts and gambling issues, but some game rules are very hard to understand and the pink guards (especially squares) are explaining to them slowly and patiently what they need to do (they almost ate the honeycomb as they thought it was an afternoon snack lmao).

Hope it’s okay for you. 🥺 you can make it yandere and possessive since this is what you like to write 🥰

2012.

DISAPPEAR FOR THREE DAYS STRAIGHT THEN FIND ME IN A DITCH. : this ask has me brainrotting + thank you for being so sweet!

tw: mentions of, murder, yandere themes, panicking + debt.

YOU WERE WORRIED. Anybody could tell, panic had set in as you were given a tin with a cute little honeycomb circle inside. As a guard had glanced at you - worried, he watched as you tried breaking it fully. He started panicking too, immediately he stood in front of you, trying not to see suspicious as he slowly spoke in Korean. You picked up one or two words however he decided to try speaking in English too.

That worked and you slowly but surely understand what you had to do - it took you a while to understand him. However! You finally did it, sure you may have nearly broken in about seven times however you still didn’t die!

When you stand up next to the others who have finally done the task. You were worried as other guards kept on standing near you. You didn’t understand and you were panicked even more when a player started talking to you.

You didn’t understand- you were panicking, your hands were getting wetter and your head started banging even more.

Then it all goes blank. Your back makes hard contact with the sand like ground and then when you immediately sit up. You aren’t in that weird starter room anymore. You’re laid on a.. comfortable surface.

It’s a grey couch - it’s comfortable, kind. However the man who was staring at you made you feel very.. comforted? Maybe?

Even more when he started speaking your home language to you, too. You were shocked - completely and utterly shocked. He explained everything to you - but then when a guard with a gun enters the room you’ve never shot up so quick.

You try apologising in Korean but yet you stumble over the words and the men in the room can’t help but chuckle at how adorable you truly are. Soon enough you’re explaining your upsetting debt, you feel upset as you try looking away from them.

But then a square masked guard pats your head and suddenly - the world is a lot more comfortable.

You thought you could play the other games?

Oh don’t be silly, darling.

“I'm backin' up 2012 and that's the deepest.”

[rbingsquidgame]

Dating Jun-Ho would include ...

Pairing: Hwang JunHo x F!Reader

A/N: Reader isn't Korean.

First and foremost, dating a cop is challenging but of course Jun-Ho does his best to make this life easy for you.

Jun-Ho tried dating before you but it never worked out because of his job so when you two make it official, he sets to himself to always free time for you.

Which means working three times harder during the day so you can call ou see each other in the evening.

After you move in together, Jun-Ho always make sure to come home on time for dinner and even before if whatever he worked on during the day was not complicated.

He loves coming home to you.

Jun-Ho knows that no matter how hard his day could be, he would come home to love and safety with you.

You never talk about work, he prefers to keep the troubles of his cases in his office rather than bringing them to the comfort of your home.

You always greet him with a kiss and a hug before he goes to shower and change for dinner.

After that you would just settle on the couch and cuddle while watching either something completely random or continue the latest show you started on Netflix.

He is the first one to say "I love you".

Because of the nature of his job, Jun-Ho is confronted to cases most of the time involving women as victims.

One day when you stop by the precinct to drop his lunch, he can't help but hug you tighter than usual before he kisses your forehead and whispers "I love you... I love you so much, (Y/N) you know that right?

You are shocked to hear it out of the blue but of course you knew it because he never failed to show it to you since you started dating many months ago.

"I love you too Jun-Ho"

He teaches you self defence.

Jun-Ho wants to make sure you are capable of protecting yourself if he is not around.

Again, due to his job, he knows that danger can be anywhere.

And Korean

Despite living in Korea for a while before meeting him, you only know the basics because you mostly communicate in English and with Google Translate (terrible idea)

Jun-Ho's English is not bad. But it is not great either.

You often wonder how you even managed to communicate to the point of dating.

Anyways, while he teaches you Korean the best he can, you do the same with English.

Jun-Ho is a sucker for hand holding.

The guy would not move if you are not holding his hand.

And if he is driving, he would have your hand on his lap.

It comforts him.

Calling him "detective"

if no one is around when you stop by the precinct, you always greet him with "hello detective" which always makes him laugh and blush.

Wearing his clothes.

Jun-Ho is at first surprised when he sees you with one of his hoodies when he comes back from work but doesn't point it out.

Not right away.

He waits until you're cuddling against his chest while watching some random show you found on TV to say "By the way, I really love your outfit."

Of course it makes you blush like crazy.

"You should wear my stuff more often."

Working out together.

Though you're not very fond of going to the gym, you push yourself to go for his sake.

He helps you with certain work outs (but really it's just an excuse to have his hands on you).

Meeting his mother.

When he tells you that you are going to his mother's place, you become livid and get scared.

You are afraid she might not like you because of the cultural (and religious??) difference.

But the moment she sees you and despite you not being able to understand each other (not without Jun-Ho interpreting from one language to the other), she absolutely loves you.

Jun-Ho tells her that you take good care of him, which comforts her because she knows her son can be a little neglecting if he has a lot of work.

She always calls him to ask about you and tells him to drop by her place to grab some food she made just for you.

[rbingsquidgame]

⭐ + 😈 for Junho & salesman pls

⭐- (NSFW) Are they more dominant or submissive?

Jun-ho

Jun-ho is a service dom. He likes being in control, but his priority during sex is always making you feel good. I definitely can't see him as a mean dom at all, since he cares for you far too much, and most of the time he would rather treat you as an equal rather than someone he 'owns'.

The Salesman:

The Salesman is a bit of a wildcard. I see him as a dominant-leaning switch, so his mood really depends on the day. On days where he's domming, he's fairly strict with you, but if you behave he'll make you feel like the prettiest little toy. On days where he's subbing however, he's surprisingly obedient and needy. It might take a bit of a push to get him there, but he'll end up begging for you.

😈- (NSFW) What are their kinks?

Jun-ho:

Overstimulation - Again, Jun-ho is always focused on making you feel good, so there's nothing better than watching you fall apart over and over until you're sobbing.

Bondage - This was probably something you suggested at first, since he was hesitant, but it flipped a switch in him. Nothing over the top, just seeing you handcuffed to the bed is enough to get him going. He also likes that it means you can't shift away from him when he's overstimulating you.

The Salesman:

Orgasm control - This man is a tease. Whether you've behaved or not, he will edge you until you beg for it, and will punish you if you cum without permission.

Edgeplay - Sometimes the Salesman gets tired of being in control in such a predictable life, so adding an element of threat in the bedroom makes things interesting. It's not something he'd ever do to you, but when you're in control, any kind of knife or gun play in particular will immediately make him feel more submissive. (He trusts you completely, but the slight fear is exciting.)

Hair pulling - He enjoys both giving and receiving in this respect. He'll pull your hair mostly when you've been a brat, or when he's fucking you from behind. On the flip side, if you tug his hair when he's in a submissive headspace, he will whimper. (Note: please tug his hair when he's eating you out - he might not admit it, but it's his favourite thing.)

[rbingsquidgame]

Salesman: Would you like to play a game, Y/n L/n?

Y/n: *mumbles under their breath* would you like to be in my bed?

Salesman: What was that?

Y/n: Nothing😳

Gi-hun: *sighs* this bitch....

[rbingsquidgame]

bed

PLEASE DO NOT USE MY WORK WITHOUT GIVING CREDIT

pairing(s): lawyer!in-ho x wife!fem!reader

summary: y/n places the boys into bed after a long tiring day and they fall soundly asleep, when in-ho comes back he wants to show his appreciation and just how much he loves y/n

warning(s): unedited work, slightly suggestive smut, kissing

a/n: honestly this fic was meant to be really fluffy but it didn't turn out like that, i think some of the parts where y/n was with baek hyeon was cute but that's really it- this is quite short compared to my usual posts but i will be posting a part 2 to this next week anyway which will be smut! enjoy <3

date posted: 28.10.2021

you tuck young-jae into bed, his sleeping form already slumped against the soft, cushiony sheets. he’d fallen asleep long ago, splayed across the sofa after he’d finished playing with his toys and you brought him to bed not long after.

the pristine white sheets hugged him and the small lamp emitting a warm, yellow hue of light remained beside his bed. you carefully switched the said light off, checking one last time that his windows were locked before shutting the door mostly.

you didn’t shut it all the way so you could hear into his room if anything happened, however, you doubted anything would happen in such a high security home.

your home was cosy, nice and homely. it was welcoming and even though the house had a modern approach, small details made it feel like it had more life to it. rather than just a cold, sleek modern home with no emotion or liveliness.

baek hyeon had already taken himself off to bed, clocking out at least an hour before his younger brother with a kiss to your forehead and cheek. nevertheless, you still decided to go check on him. his room was just across from young-jae’s and the same size. you could see the small dim light peeking through the gaps of the door and shake your head, mumbling to yourself about how he was still up.

you turned the door knob quietly and opened the door, the boy sat on his bed writing in a book clearly not making any move to try and hide his being caught. “you should be in bed by now young man.” you say smiling, watching as he lifts his head up and notices you.

he hums to himself and starts packing away his book, slipping the pen into the designated elastic hold on the notebook and putting it away. “what would your father say? hm?” you mumble, walking into his room and kneeling down to be level with his bed as he sits cross legged upon the duvet.

"he always comes late home anyway and then he leaves early in the morning, we never get to see him mamma." he complains, pouting at you.

it was true, in-ho had been coming home late ever since he got the new case and his client wasn't being the easiest person in the world. he had been pulling long shifts at the law firm just so he could nail this case since the client was paying a handsome amount of money for him to be his lawyer.

you felt slightly bad for him, but he reassured you he loved his job; at the end of the day he still had you, and the boys to come home to. "you know your dad is busy working, he's finished the case now...it won't be long until you can see him all the time again." you say, ruffling his hair up and watching as he nods his head and giggles when you tickle him.

you nudge him down onto the bed and he flails against the mattress, moving every which way as you tickle him. he laughs uncontrollably and lets out little snorts here and there, his breath hitching in his throat every time he tries to breathe for more air.

his limbs move around, arms trying to push you away and legs trying to lightly kick you. his fluffy black hair messes up in the ruckus and you laugh at him, your fingertips brushing against his rib cage again as he cries of laughter.

he's breathing fast by the time you stop tickling him and you wait for him to calm down. when he's caught his breath he smiles at you, turning to face you and cuddling into you in bed.

you wrap your arms around him protectively and he rests his head against your chest, a mumbled 'i love you' leaving his lips as you repeat the phrase back to him. you comb your hands through his hair, knowing that's his weakness and he'll soon drift off to sleep now.

you rest with him for at least half an hour, stroking his hair lovingly and rubbing his back like in-ho did when he was a baby. soon enough you can hear little snores and huffs leaving his mouth and you pull back slightly to catch a glimpse of his face.

his eyes are closed and he looks peaceful, already fast asleep. you pull away and manage to get up out the bed without waking him up, replacing the duvet into his arms for him to cuddle up to instead.

smiling to yourself, you switch the light off and he whispers a 'night mamma', curling up into the comfy bed that you had tucked him into. you kiss him goodnight before wishing him goodnight one last time and shutting the door on the way out.

baek hyeon was picky, hence why you did certain things differently with him. he'd always check his windows before bed and if anything happened in the night you knew he'd come straight to you. he also preferred his door shut for some reason, and you were reluctant at first, but finally gave in a while back.

you loved both boys with your whole heart, as well as in-ho and you couldn't help but feel your heart swell whenever you thought of your cosy little family.

you used to work as an assistant at the same law firm in-ho was at now and that was how you two met. you quit your job when you got pregnant with baek hyeon since you wanted to raise him properly and not long after, you had young jae.

so you never really got back around to going to work again but you were still always kept busy with the boys and everything else.

you walk down the hallways into your shared room with in-ho and start getting changed into something more comfortable. you hadn’t changed from what you were wearing since you’d gone out to pick the kids up from school and the jeans you wore were starting to get uncomfortable.

moving into the walk-in closet, you grab one of in-ho’s shirts that were surprisingly comfortable and set it aside. you move into the bathroom and start to get undressed, stripping until you’re in just your underwear. while you’re in the bathroom you take your hair out of the tight updo and massage your scalp.

your head slightly aches from your hair being up for the majority of the day and you pull it together to put it up in a claw clip. you pull the shirt on and it hangs loosely around your body, just reaching your thighs.

you usually stayed up for most of the night, it was hard anyway for your brain to switch off until at least past midnight and there was the bed feeling empty as well. you’d usually just sit and watch television, or draw and sketch something.

after walking downstairs, you head into the kitchen and grab a glass from a cupboard, filling it with water afterwards. you take a sip of the cold, refreshing water and set the glass down beside the sink.

there’s a jingle of the keys in the door and it opens smoothly, you turn to see in-ho shutting the door after him. he takes his coat off and hangs it up, setting his briefcase down.

“hello handsome, how was work?” you ask, watching as he turns around and looks at you. he looks at what you’re wearing first and smirks, making his way towards you.

“hm, the usual.” he mumbles, his hand moving to hold onto the nape of your neck as he leans in to you and connects your lips for a long kiss.

his breath feels warm against you despite the cold weather outside and his calloused hands grip onto some of your hair. you let out a breathy sigh when he pulls away and rest your forehead against his, his nose nudging against your cheek as he presses a kiss against it.

you loosen his tie and undo a few buttons of his shirt, lacing your fingers around the back of his neck and relaxing in his comforting embrace. his hands rest against your hips and you stand there for a moment, the tenderness of his actions melting your heart.

“are the kids asleep?” he asks, pulling away slightly and nuzzling his face into your neck, breathing in your scent and letting his lips brush against your skin.

“yeah, baek hyeon went to bed 40 minutes or so ago. young jae fell asleep on the sofa a while ago and i took him up to bed.” you explain, pulling away from him running your hands through his hair.

it feels soft in your hands and easy to slip your hands through, the strong cologne overwhelming your senses. he gives a nod and picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and both his hands carefully grasping onto the globes of your ass.

“i missed you.” he mumbles, giving a kiss to your forehead and letting his mouth stay there for a while. he starts walking upstairs towards your room and shuts the door with his foot once you’re inside.

he moves over to the bed and lays you down onto the soft mattress, starting to strip out of his own clothes first. he pulls his trousers off first after unbuckling his belt and slips his socks and shoes off. he unbuttons his shirt revealing the slight abs and let’s the garment fall to the floor carelessly.

you’re sat up against the head board with your bottom lip pulled between your teeth and he takes the clip out of your hair. the thick locks of hair fall down to your shoulders and he runs his hand through it, tugging slightly.

he climbs further onto the bed and uses the hand tangled into your hair to tug your head back further, allowing him access to your neck. “love you so much, gonna show you how much you mean to me angel.” he whispers into your throat leaving open mouthed kisses at the hot skin.

you breathe heavily and let out a small moan of approval, this was going to be a long night.

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Hi! Can I have hc for Jun Ho x righteous VIP reader who want to help him? And a strong bond grow between them? :">

I really like this idea, i hope i did it justice. Thank you for requesting!

Jun-Ho and a VIP reader trying to help him

- this man really thought he was being sneaky in his waiter uniform

- and for the most part he was, no one thought twice about him

- but you noticed how he would react late to commands, how he kept his eyes on the game screen

- you weren't thinking negatively, just more curious about him than anything

- you flagged him down for a drink, and he very cautiously walked over with your request

- grabbing the drink, you got the other men's attention

- "this one's going to sit with me, boys"

- you didn't particularly care if they cared; you weren't really a fan of the others, or the game for that matter

- but here you were

- jun-ho would very cautiously sit down next to you, stiff as a board

- leaning in, you would start to make small talk, though noting he had very stiff and one worded responces

- he was very on edge and you definitely noticed

- making sure no one was paying attention, you whisper to him "i can tell you're not like them, you know"

- he would turn his head so fast he would probably get whiplash

- "i don't know what you're talking about"

"i don't care if you're not one of them"

"i can assure you i am"

"if you were, you wouldn't be reacting so insistently, now would you?"

- you kind of had him with that one

- "i'm not going to tell anyone, but i do want to know what's going on. follow me to my room?"

- he would very begrudgingly follow you, ignoring the remaining VIPs cat calling behind you

- once the door to the room is shut, he would probably pull a gun on you, pushing you to the closest wall, holding you against it

- "relax, waiter, i'm not exactly a threat"

- while eyeing his gun, you would slowly reach up and take off your mask

- "now why don't you take off yours and we talk?"

"how do i know i can trust you?"

"you can't but isn't there some fun in finding out?"

- he would still have his guard up, but would lower his gun, losing his own mask

- you two would make your way to the couch at the wall where he would explain why he was there, to find his brother, along with his new goal to take down the game

- to his surprise, you would want to help

- you didn't like the game, and helping this attractive man find his brother was just another reason to end them

- for the first time the whole night, you saw him smile

- tentatively, you took his hand in yours

- you felt a bond to this man you just met, and you would do what you can to help

- he didn't pull away, instead squeezing yours, making you smile

- "lets go find your brother"

~~~~~

Squid Game Headcannons requests are open!

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Could we get some headcanons for the front man? Ty ty

Omfg of course, i've honestly been waiting for a Front Man request so thank you!

- i think to goes without saying that this man is pretty reserved

- and ruthless

- i mean we've seen him kill a few people

- but i feel like he would be very kind and protective with a S/O

- it would take him time to even admit that he has feelings for someone, convincing himself that he either didn't have time for a relationship or didn't deserve one

- but if you were particularly persistent, i feel he would let his guard down slowly

- he lets people know right off the bat that he is a dangerous man, a merciless one at that, and if you still want to be with him after knowing that, then he doesn't really know what to do other than accept the attention

- sure, he doesnt know how to respond to it right of the bat, but he learns

- he would be very cautious about showing you his face, but you would just be touched that he trusted you enough to reveal himself

- outside of the privacy of his suite, he wouldn't be too fond of PDA

- would probably only show any if he felt protective or if there was any immediate danger, like an arm around your waist or a hand softly clenched around your wrist

- he would make it incredibly obvious that anyone who disrespected or touched you, was a dead man

- in his suite however, he is more relaxed and will likely have you close at all times

- just sit on this mans lap while hes doing anything

- he won't say it, but it's favorite way to have you close, it feels so intimate to him

- please, im begging you

- he will more than likely keep you out of the business end of his life as much as possible

- you were already in danger by being involved with him, he didn't want you more involved than that

- sure he's made mistakes (huge ones) but he is a regretful man and he wants to do better with you, even if he doesn't know how to yet

~~~~~

(I have so many more i could list but then the post would be too long, just know i love Front Man)

Squid Game Headcannon requests are open!

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Jun-Ho: Babe, get on the bed and into position. I'm feeling frisky tonight😏😏

Y/n: Ohh, yes sir~~

-Time skip 30 minutes later-

Jun-Ho: GOD DAMNIT, Y/N. JUST LET ME WIN ALREADY!!!

Y/n: Nope. This is the third time you stepped on my property. Pay up, sucker🤑

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Y/n: *pointing at Sang-woo and Gi-Hun* ~Two bros chilling in a hot tub. Five feet apart cuz they're not gay🏳️‍🌈~

Sang-woo: Are you on drugs, Y/n?

Gi-Hun: *to himself* Am I gay?

Sang-woo: Hyung, no......

Y/n: Ayy😎

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Vulnerability

Requested-  Yes 

A/N: I had so much fun writing this, i love Front Man more than i should probably 

Warnings: OOC Front Man, Unedited 

In-Ho stared himself down in the mirror, his hands clutching the sink. He was hesitant to admit it, but he was scared. His mask sits on a stoop to the side of the sink, the dark, emotionless eyes boring down on him.

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I am tempted to do some kind of Head Canons of Squid Game characters as teachers, but I fear I cannot come up with anything on some characters or fit them as teachers

Also yes it would be the classy stereotypical (usa) teachers or something, because those just are the most used types and shit. and maybe I just put few characters I cant fit as teacher to stereotypical students.

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Do consider Husband!In-Ho

sure but do not expect beautiful quality im still trying to grasp his character. i tried my best i hope you enjoy anyway

gn!reader

being married to hwang in-ho headcanons

in-ho never really thought about marriage. he never really saw the point in it. he loved you, and you loved him. what was the point in getting married?

though, when he saw how happy you looked when talking about your dream wedding, his opinions on it changed

he just wants to make you happy, and being your husband did have a good ring to it

he would find the perfect spot to propose. he knew you wouldn't find anything he did suspicious or think he was going to propose because he never told you he liked the idea

he would propose to you in a beautiful location, either physically or emotionally. it could be where you first met, or where his best memory with you was. wherever it was, he would make sure it went smoothly

when you say yes, his heart would explode and he wouldn't even know how to react. his jaw would drop open and he'd start sputtering

the two of you planned the majority of your wedding together, but he would let you pick invitations and he would give his input in venues and the amount of guests. it wouldn't be very many either way but you both wanted a limit

he would let you pick your dream venue in the end, and you would keep whatever you were going to wear a secret from him until the day of your wedding

in-ho is a nervous wreck before your wedding. he's so ready to marry you but he has his anxieties about not being worthy of being your husband (which all go away in due time)

when he sees you walk down the isle his knees will visibly buckle from under him. he knew you would look incredible but he still had no idea you would look this stunning

he wouldn't have vows prepared. he wouldn't have a paper with them written on it, but he would have a general idea about what he would want to say in his head so he isn't completely clueless

it takes him a minute to actually start saying his vows because he is still stunned by how perfect you look

he'll tell you about how you saved him, he'll talk about all of his favorite memories with you and all of the things he loves about you. he isn't the best with words so he stumbles a lot, but it'll definitely bring tears to your eyes

your vows are almost the same as his. you add a few things, about how incredible he is and how you promise to love him forever. it makes him so happy knowing he got so lucky

he doesn't strike me as a big honeymoon guy. if you let him pick it'll probably be somewhere really close to home. if you want to go somewhere far away and travel he wouldn't be opposed to it. he just wants to spend time with you

wherever your honeymoon is, it's magical. you'll stay where you decided to go for about a week or so and then head home. you would do plenty of things together away from your families though. he'll take you out to dinner nearly every night

when you get back, he starts thinking about the possibility of a family. it's only for a split second but the thought still came into his head

in-ho loves you more than anyone or anything in the world. you made him a better person. he shows you how much he cares about you through actions rather than words, but you can tell through his eyes and his body language that he truly cares

an amazing boyfriend and an incredible husband <3

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Sorry about that, for the front man. b,c,j,k please :)

Okay here we go! Sorry for confusion, but I’ll be sure to get your request done first!

Front man fluff alphabet

B, C, J, K

B-Beauty: What do they admire about their s/o? What do they find beautiful?

Truly, I think he finds everything about you beautiful

Including your flaws, which he believes you have little of

He loves that you are with him, even though he has man mistakes

One of his favorite things to do when you are laying together, is trace over your body with his hands

He believes it as an intimate practice, that only you two can share together

That’s what he finds beautiful

C-Care- How will they help their s/o when they need it?

He will try his hardest to help you out in any way, shape, or form

Like his HARDEST

If it’s an emotional problem, he will do everything in his power to make you comfortable, and to make you feel protected

He wants you to know that he is there for you, no matter how busy he may be

J-Jealousy-Does he get jealous often?

Actually, he does not!

Speaking it’s rather hard for others to come across you ( he keeps you pretty safe)

He trusts you enough to know you wouldn’t catch feelings for another person

He thinks if jealousy as did-trust, so he avoids those feelings anytime possible

He totally gets jealous though

K-Kiss-What was their first kiss with their s/o like?

I imagine it would have been a quick peck on the cheek, then him quickly covering his face with his mask

He had definitely planned it to be quick and unnoticed

He may be quiet and mature, but god he can act like a middle-schooler with his first crush

After he leaves, he’s constantly rethinking what he just did lol

Once he sees you again, he’s cut off by another kiss, but this time on the lips

Thankfully, the first kiss with him was romantic!

Thanks for reading!

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Square Guard x Male Reader

warnings: smut, noncon, bottom male reader

pairing: square guard x male reader

note: i promise ill get some requests done soon lmao. not proofread as always, expect nothing less from me

You could hear the guard's labored breathing though his mask.

It was muffled, filtered out as tv static against your ear. Its sound made the man pressing you against the wall of a dimly lit space less human.

You could feel the pink guard's erection through the thin fabric of his suit. It pressed right up against the back of your thigh, rolling upwards with the guard's hips as he grinded against you.

You could do nothing but try the best you could to struggle against his unyielding grip, one that kept your cheek pressed to the wall by your neck and your ass pressed back up against him. You heard him let out a frustrated noise behind you as he tried to keep you still.

"Stop struggling, slut. I'll fuck your corpse if I have to."

His hand released the back of your neck and came to rest on your shoulder as he pulled you around to face him -- or rather, his mask, which was adorned with a bright white square that seemed to illuminate the room.

His other hand grabbed a fistful of your hair and dragged you down to your knees. You hit the ground with a yelp, your hand latching onto his wrist in an attempt to relieve the pressure.

"Open up, pretty boy. If you're good I might let you live."

You could hear the smirk in his voice.

He pried your lips open with the barrel of his gun, which you just realized he had on him. You could feel your heart beating in your ears as it pushed past your tounge and almost hit the back of your throat. He could pull the trigger at any moment, and despite facing death multiple times in the while you'd been here, the thought still terrified you.

The guard looked down at you, watching the tears well up in your eyes as he shoved the weapon deeper. Seeing you in such distress awakened something in him that he had fought to keep dormant his whole life. It was only fair you be punished for it.

Finally, after a while of him admiring how you disheveled you looked, he pulled the gun from your mouth. Your violent coughing drowned out the sound of the guard unzipping his pants, and by the time you recovered his cock was pressed to your cheek.

You were about to protest, and he sensed it. The click of his gun was enough to shut you up for good, and you stared down at your knees, watching your tears make dark blue spots on your teal uniform.

"Bite me and I'll fucking kill you." He warned, rubbing the part of his dick that didn't touch your skin.

Your body trembled as you glanced up at his mask, and he swore he could cum from your expression alone. You looked so hopeless, so pathetic, he wanted to face-fuck you and maybe let you have a little extra dinner afterward.

"Be a good boy for me, yeah? I won't hurt you unless you make me." His shift in tone was nauseating, conjuring up a cloud of uncertainty in your mind.

After a while of staring up at his mask, trying to find the smallest ounce of humanity left in him, your hand reached up to wrap gently around his dick, just as he was getting more impatient.

He shifted his position so the head made contact with your lips, and your ran your tounge over the slit hesitantly, making the guard's breath hitch.

"That's it. Don't tease me now, use all of your mouth."

You took the head completely into your mouth, sucking on it lightly and lapping at its underside, his warning repeating in your mind as you struggled to keep your teeth from grazing against it. You'd never done this before, after all.

The guard pushed himself deeper into your mouth, and you already felt too full, even with only a little over halfway in. You tried to pull back but his hand found its place in your hair to keep you still.

"Don't fucking move. 'Guess I need to be rougher with you."

You could only whimper in response, feeling him completely slide himself into your mouth and down your throat. You closed your eyes, feeling more tears run down your cheeks.

His groaning was gradually becoming louder as he split your mouth open with each thrust, and his grip on your hair didn't let up one bit. He had seemingly remembered he needed to get this over with quickly or else they might notice he's missing.

He might have gotten a little carried away.

You were beginning to feel lightheaded, only able to take shallow breaths in between his movements. The way he shoved himself down your throat had become more frantic, and you noticed, only being able to hold onto his thighs for support.

Eventually you decided to help him finish quicker, just to get him out of your mouth faster of course. Your let your tounge slide against his cock each time it entered you, and sheepishly began sucking. His body reacted almost immediately.

You heard a soft "fuck" through his mask and knew it was working, feeling almost proud as you felt his thighs begin to tremble subtlety against your hands.

"I knew you could be good for me."

With a final thrust, he pushed himself farther than he'd ever reached previously, and released with a broken moan, his harsh pulling on your hair dissolving into gentle caresses.

You couldn't help but swallow around him, feeling his warmth travel down your throat. It hurt.

He stood there in your mouth for a few seconds, then shoved you off of him. You fell back against a wall, and now you were more uncertain then ever. Was he gonna kill you? You'd done what he asked, surely he'd let you go.

The guard zipped his suit back up and turned away from you, opening the door into the brightly colored labyrinth you traveled each time before a new game.

"Get up, slut. Let's go."