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sangwookisser · 2 days ago

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⭒WICKED GAMES | CHOI SU-BONG⭒

cw: manager! reader, rapper! thanos, fwb but thanos wants you real bad, pre-squid game! au, flirting, teasing, suggestive comments and innuendo, female reader, no use of y/n, oral sex, unprotected sex, thanos cums in his pants, 18+, MDNI

You were sat beside Thanos at his kitchen island, your fingers scrolling on your iPad as you flitted through your calendar, which included all of his important appointments for the month as well as your own.

Your posture was as rigid and straight as your tone as you spoke about his upcoming tour. For work.

That’s what tonight was. Work.

You scheduled a dinner date with him, which he suggested take place at his luxury home, hoping that it would be intimate and personal, and yet like always, you'd gone straight to business from the moment you sat down at the countertop.

He watched your lips move as you spoke, barely processing the words leaving your mouth. He was more focused on the softness, the fullness of your lips. How they looked stained red from the wine you were drinking.

He had kissed them before. And you had let him. More than once.

His fingers curled against the glass. “…so if you want to switch up the setlist—are you even listening?” He blinked, tilting his head.

"Yes, ma'am. I'm listening."

You gave him a sharp look, unimpressed. “Then tell me what I just said.”

His mouth quirked. You were always like this. So put-together, so untouchable, so fucking cold; except for the nights you weren’t.

The nights where you let him press you into the walls of hotel rooms and penthouses just like this, where you gasped against his mouth and dug your nails into his back and let him ruin you.

You'd let him fuck you stupid on his cock until you were an incoherent mess, your neat hair spread out under you and your lipstick smudged onto your chin, with the remainder of it on his mouth.

Then, in the morning, you always pretended it never happened. Always leaving first without a single word, even when it was in your apartment.

He was too busy imagining the different positions he could put you in if you just loosened up for two seconds to notice that you were still waiting for a response. Thanos exhaled through his nose, smiling innocently.

You clicked your tongue, shaking your head before taking another sip of wine, your throat working as you swallowed. His fingers tightened around his glass.

“You never focus,” you sighed, shifting in your chair. “If you actually paid attention instead of zoning out...”

“Maybe I wouldn’t zone out if you weren’t so fucking boring,” he cut in, his voice lazy, rough.

That got a reaction. Your expression barely shifted, but he caught the faintest flicker in your eyes, annoyance.

Good. He liked when he got to you.

"I'm not boring. I just know how to organize my priorities. In case you haven't noticed, your life would be a mess without me." You say, your voice clipped.

"You're right about that, actually." He grinned, pushing your hair out of your eyes. "Who else could fuck me as good as you? I can't find a replacement for your pussy."

He saw the flicker of your gaze, the way your throat worked as you swallowed, the subtle shift in your breathing. Your cheeks were a blazing pink with anger and embarrassment. He liked when you weren't being a robot for two seconds and felt something for him.

Whether it was want and anticipation for your next time in bed together, or a flicker of care, like back when he had gotten sick after a show in Busan.

When you had been the one hovering in his doorway, your eyes softened and your brows furrowed together in quiet concern. When you had sat next to him and dabbed sweat off his forehead with a warm towel and held his hand.

He had never brought it up.

You would have denied it anyway.

"Anyway." He broke the silence, leaning closer to you. "You were talking about stage lights?" You scoff and shake your head, staring at him disbelievingly.

"I wasn't talking about stage lights, Su bong." You snap at him, getting annoyed at him by this point.

You lean back slightly so he's not in your face, and the movement causes your breasts to bounce in a way he can't look away from.

Thanos’ smirk widened as he shamelessly stared, his dark eyes fixed on your chest before trailing up to your lips again. He shifted his hand up to your knee.

"You lean back like that again," he murmured, his fingers sliding up the fabric of your skirt just a little, barely touching the skin of your thigh, "and I might think you’re trying to play games with me."

You inhaled sharply, your spine straightening at the contact, but you didn’t push him away. You never did, and that’s why he kept testing you. Kept touching you, kept pushing just a little further every time.

You gave him a sharp look, clearly unimpressed. "Watch it."

"And you're a delusional little tease," he shot back immediately, grinning as his fingers curled against your thigh, kneading the soft flesh. "Seriously, you ever get tired of pretending you don’t want me? 'Cause it’s getting a little old, princess."

You scoffed and shifted in your seat, but that only made his grip tighten. His other hand slid under your stool, pulling you in much closer.

"Enough, Su. You always do this," you said with exasperation, grabbing both his wrists and setting them on his lap. He merely laughed and grabbed your waist once more with his big hands.

"Do what?" he grinned, leaning in so his lips brushed against your ear. "Tell you how sexy you are? My sweet little manager. Sometimes I think you might hate me."

"Don't be ridiculous." You shot back, pushing some hair out of your eyes and shaking your head with frustration. "Now, can we please foc-"

"I'm ridiculous? You're the one who gets onto me every time we're alone and let me fuck your sloppy little pussy." His fingers flexed against your waist, voice dropping into that flirtatious tone that he knew made your stomach tighten.

"Stop it." You repeat, your face too warm for your liking. You hate the way you can't seem to control yourself around him. You wanted him to shut up so you could focus and finally accomplish something without ending up bouncing on his cock.

Ever since you'd indulged him for the first time, it feels impossible for you two to be around each other without this happening.

His hand slid from your waist up to your jaw, fingers tilting your chin up so you couldn’t look away from him. His thumb ran over your bottom lip, his eyes flickering down to your mouth, full of heat and intent.

"You think about it, don’t you?" he continued. "When you’re alone at night. You touch yourself and think about me, huh?"

Your nails dug into your palm, lips pressing together. He liked your little pouts. They were so cute. He liked to catch you off guard and press your lips against his quite often when you were sulking, and you were afraid he'd do it now. "Stop it now, Su-bong. I won't ask again."

He only grinned wider. "Ohhh, you do." He squeezed your thigh again, mocking you now. His free hand pushed his thumb firmer on your lips. "Knew it."

You jerked your head away, pushing at his stupid, handsome face. That seemed to goad him on, however, and his hands hooked around your waist, tugging you forward so your knees hit his. Your balance wavered, and your hands landed flat on his chest. You could feel his heart pounding.

His fingers trailed up the curve of your spine, slow and deliberate, until they tangled into the hair at the nape of your neck. He grinned as he gave it a slight tug, forcing your head back just enough for him to drop his mouth closer to yours.

Your breath fanned against his lips, warm and quick.

"You always leave me hanging, pretty baby," he said softly, slotting his mouth over yours but not kissing you just yet. And he called you the tease. "Why don’t you stick around this time?"

Your lips parted. For a split second, he thought you’d let him win. But then you blinked, your expression shuttering. Your hands flattened against his chest, firm now, pushing him back.

Thanos let out an exaggerated sigh, dragging a hand down his face. "You're impossible, you know that?"

You scowled, slamming a hand down on the counter to shut him up. "Do you even understand how important this tour is? You do this every time. You don’t take anything seriously until the last second, and then I’m the one running around fixing your mess. And you think it’s funny-"

He cuts you off by groaning loudly and picking you up by your waist, lifting you onto the counter in one smooth motion.

Your breath hitched in shock, your hands gripping his shoulders as your thighs instinctively parted to accommodate the space he took up between them.

Your heart was pounding so loud you swore he could hear it. It felt like it was echoing through your whole body. He got right in your face, his hands gripping your hips, holding you there. His breath was warm against your lips, his voice low and strained.

"God, you are so fucking bossy."

You blinked, thrown off for just a second. But then your hands pushed against his chest, your nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. "Excuse me?"

"Bossy. Annoying. Nagging." His nose scrunched up, his fingers pressing into your waist. "So fucking uptight. All you ever do is bark orders at me."

"Because you never listen!"

He frowned, beginning to unbutton your blouse. You couldn't find it in yourself to stop him. "Shut up." He muttered, his hands hooking around your body to take off your bra as well, letting your tits spill out. He sighed out loud and marveled at them, big hand grabbing onto the mounds and squeezing. he flicked your left nipple with the pad of his thumb.

"Mm!" You choke out, squirming against his wandering hand. "Su, l-listen," You mewled out his name desperately, writhing as his free hand palmed at your clothed pussy under your skirt.

“You can take it, princess,” he murmured. “Open your legs.”

You obliged, and his eyes lit up at the soft, damp patch forming on your panties. He groaned and tugged your panties down your legs, pressing open mouthed kisses to the column of your throat to distract you from him stuffing them into his pocket.

His mouth traveled lower, licking at your nipple sucking on the soft bud before transitioning to the other, his lips hot on the soft, plump flesh of your breast.

He's sure to kiss around the nipple and suck on your skin enough to leave marks, his teeth indenting your skin just hard enough for you to cry out.

"Ngh, s-stop m-messing around," you warned.

"Why should I? That's not how we work, princess. You're not in charge right now."

You frowned, squirming slightly. You're unable to keep your moans at bay, and you can't help but find the sounds he's making while sucking on your tits embarrassing. However, he didn't stop.

His hands kneaded your breasts, thumbs and fingers sinking into the pliant mounds as he lavished attention on each nipple in turn. He licked and sucked, his tongue tracing the curve of your areola, his teeth nipping at the tender skin. Your back arched, pressing your chest further into his eager mouth, craving more of his touch, his heat.

Moaning softly, he continued his assault on your breasts, the obscene sound of his suckling and slurping filling the room. His fingers tugged and rolled your nipples, the dual sensations of pain and pleasure blending into a heady mix that made your head spin.

As he finally released your spit-slick nipples, he kissed a trail down your stomach, his tongue dipping into your navel. He licked and tasted every inch of your exposed skin, his hands mapping the curves of your waist and hips, the flare of your thighs. Your skin burned under his touch, your body aching and eager for his caress.

He got on his knees, reaching the apex of your thighs. Thanos hesitated momentarily, his breath hot against your pussy. He inhaled deeply, the scent of your arousal filling his nostrils. "Fuck, you smell amazing," he kissed your inner thigh. "Been waiting to see her weeks now. You keep ignoring me and playing hard to get, princess. I'm tired of it."

He nipped at your thigh, and you squealed when he bit down on the pudgy flesh, smoothing his tongue over the blossoming red welt on your skin.

Not wasting any time, Thanos dove in, his mouth covering your pussy in a broad stroke. His tongue parted your folds, delving into your slick heat, tasting your essence. He groaned against your flesh, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine.

His hands gripped your thighs, spreading your legs wider, opening you further to his greedy mouth. He licked and sucked, his tongue circling your clit before flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hips bucked, seeking more of his touch, your fingers tangling in his hair, holding him close.

"S-slow down!" You cry out as his nose bumps against your clit, and he shoves his face fully into your cunt, lapping at your folds so eagerly that he started to drool. His cock strained against his pants with excitement, and he growled lowly into your pussy. "Hold still, stupid," He murmured, grabbing your thighs and spreading them as far as they could go.

You pant, your head lolling back. He slides one of his hands into yours to keep you upright, while his other moves between your legs as he sucks on the sopping folds of your pussy, shoving a finger deep inside.

With a scream, your legs begin to shake and you try to move back so you dont gush all over his face, but he drags you forward by your hip, his finger gliding easily through your slick arousal. "Stop running away from me. Stay put or ill get the ropes," He threatened, pushing his finger up against your sweet spot.

"N-no! Ngh... I'm cumming! Please, it's too much," Your begging comes with soft whines as your eyes fill with shiny tears, and he moans against your pussy, rutting his fat, drooling cock against the leg of one of the stools desperately.

Your walls clenched around his invading finger, gripping the thick digit tightly.

Pleasure coiled taut in your tummy, your body wound tight like a bowstring, ready to snap at any moment. Drool dripped down his chin as he ate you out almost reverently, the obscene sound of his suckling and slurping filling the kitchen.

The counter beneath you grew slick with your juices, a testament to your overwhelming arousal. He could feel your thighs trembling around his head, your breath coming in sharp gasps and pants as he pushed you closer and closer to your peak.

You weakly cry out his name while leaning back and dropping your body onto the countertop, your orgasm coming crashing down hard as he continued to eat your pussy through it. That was all it took for him to finish in his pants, cumming in his boxers hard.

Your vision went white, stars exploding behind your eyelids as pure, unadulterated bliss consumed your every sense, until finally, with a shuddering sigh, your body went limp and pliant against the countertop.

He leaned back, his chin covered in your juices. He didn't bother to wipe his chin, standing up and pulling down the zipper of his soaked pants. "Look what you made me do, princess," he tutted.

You lifted your head just enough to see his cock slap against his chest as he tugs off his shirt, though your vision was hazy. He gently pushed you back, one hand going around your throat loosely as he positioned his flushed, swollen tip with your sopping pussy.

You're hypersensitive from your recent orgasm, and as the hot, hard flesh of his cock sears into your tender pussy, you try to sit up. He pushes you back down immediately, causing your lashes to flutter and your head to reel. "Su, ungh, please." He coos at your cries, his grip on your throat tightening to give you a minor distraction from the feeling of him beginning to stretch out your gummy walls.

You sob weakly, scratching at his wrist lightly with your nails. He hisses lightly, pushing into you some more. It felt like his length was never ending. It was just him pushing... pushing... pushing... he dragged you back to him by your neck so your ass was right against his pelvis, and he stared down at your fucked out expression as you squeezed his wrist.

"What, princess? Tapping out so soon? Thats not fair. I earned this." He thrusted forwards, and you moan out, your back arching off the counter.

You could feel his mushroom tip pressing flat against your soft cervix from how close you were and how far deep he was inside you.

You were gone, on the other hand. Eyes drenched with tears, drool running down your chin, and your face burning hotly. "You wanna know why, beautiful?"

He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust, his cock kissing your cervix. "Y-you, anh... keep acting like you're too good for me. Like... fuck," he almost trailed off, getting caught up in how hot and tight and soaked you were inside, but he shook his head and tried to focus.

He wanted you to understand how he felt.

"Haah, y-you always... f-fuckin' ignore me and act like I don't mean anything to you." he rocks into you deeper, his hand tight around your throat, keeping you dizzy and dazed, but not enough for it to be uncomfortable.

He dragged his hips back slowly, leaving you momentarily empty, before he quickly thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt inside you in one swift, hard stroke. A cry tore from your throat at the sudden, intense sensation of being so utterly filled, stretched wide around his girth.

“S-shit, mmh, y-you show up, you...” He swallows, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, “...you wreck me, and then you just leave. Like it’s nothing.”

He began to move more consistently, withdrawing until just the tip remained inside you, before slamming forward again, burying himself balls-deep in your clutching heat.

Each thrust pushed you up the counter, your breasts bouncing obscenely. "Su, s-su!" You scream, your pussy tight around his cock. He grunted, setting a hard, driving rhythm, the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the kitchen.

He kept going, moaning each time his cock impaled you, stretching you so full that you couldn't think. You were getting fucked so dumb, and his hand around your throat wasn't helping. He frowned, fucking you harder. You weren't listening to him, like usual.

He lets out a sharp, breathless laugh, shaking his head. “God, I like you.” The words come out in a rush, like they’ve been clawing at his throat, forcing their way free. “I like you so much. You l-let me f-fucking slut you out, but you won't see me."

He angled his hips to hit that special spot deep inside you with each thrust, sending bolts of electric pleasure shooting up your spine. Your pussy clenched and spasmed around his pistoning cock, dripping with your arousal. "I d-do see you, mmh, I l-like you too Su,!" You wail, panting. "I d-do, I... ohmygod, ngh, Su, please, f-fuck me,"

He lets out a huff of air through his nose, slapping your cheek lightly to keep you present. He's over the moon with the knowledge that his feelings are reciprocated, and his stomach flutters with happiness. " 'S exactly what I'm doing, stupid." He murmurs, before yanking your hips up, plunging hard into your dripping, puffy cunt.

Gripping your cheeks hard enough to bruise, he shoved his cock back in, driving even deeper into your core than before. "Like you so fucking much, princess, God."

Your pussy gushed and squelched obscenely with each forceful pump of his hips, the wet sounds mixing with your escalating cries as you milk his cock dry. He shoved his lips onto yours, taking your hands into his. His cock jerked and throbbed inside you, coating your insides with ropes of his hot load, his thick cum feeling creamy and heavy as it filled your womb

He gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he ground against you, making sure every last drop of his cum was seated deep inside your fluttering hole.

A scream of pure ecstasy tore from your throat, your inner muscles spasming and gushing around him as you came hard. Your vision went white, stars exploding behind your eyelids as wave after wave of pleasure hit you.

He dropped himself on top of you, pressing a kiss to your forehead and murmuring how you wouldn't be leaving him in the morning when he was done with you.

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meadowfics · 2 days ago

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no free time

dad!husband!kang dae-ho x f!wife!mother!reader

apart of the kang family series

warnings: tiny angst, babies being babies

the soft hum of the baby monitor is the only thing filling the silence in the living room.

your large tv plays a movie neither you or your husband are paying attention to, the volume lowered to avoid waking the girls. you're curled up on the far end of the couch, a blanket thrown over your legs, while dae-ho sits at the opposite end, legs stretched out but tense.

it was supposed to be your night...the first in what felt like forever. the plan was simple:

put the kids to bed, watch a movie, maybe reconnect a little, but that fragile peace shattered the moment seo-ah screamed.

“mommy! there’s a monster!” your toddler's tiny voice echoes from down the hall, high-pitched and terrified.

you close your eyes for a beat, inhaling deeply through your nose before exhaling slowly.

“she was asleep ten minutes ago,” you murmur, rubbing your temple.

dae-ho gives you a look...equal parts sympathy and exhaustion...before standing up.

“i’ll go—”

before he can finish, byeol’s wail pierces through the baby monitor, sharp and heart-wrenching.

“no, i’ll get byeol,” you say, already untangling yourself from the blanket.

“she won’t settle unless i hold her.”

dae-ho hesitates, his shoulders slumping before he turns toward seo-ah’s room.

“we’ll figure it out,” he mutters, but the weariness in his voice betrays him.

it takes nearly half an hour to get both girls calm again. seo-ah clings to you, her little arms wrapped tightly around your neck as she refuses to let dae-ho near her.

“no, mommy hugs me! not daddy,” she pouts, her face buried in your shoulder.

“seo-ah, daddy loves you too,” dae-ho tries, but she only clings tighter.

you sigh, bouncing byeol gently in your arms as her cries soften to hiccups, while seo-ah clings to your waist.

“it’s just a phase,” you whisper, though you’re not sure if it’s for him or for yourself.

when you finally settle back on the couch, it feels like the weight of the world has landed on your chest. byeol is in her bassinet, miraculously asleep again, and seo-ah is in her bed, though who knows for how long.

dae-ho sits next to you this time, closer, but there’s a space between you that feels cavernous.

“i miss you,” he says softly, fingers brushing against yours.

your throat tightens.

“i miss you too.”

he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, but the intimacy feels almost foreign now.

months of exhaustion, of putting the kids first, of barely surviving day-to-day...it all catches up in that moment.

“sometimes it feels like we’re just… roommates,” you admit, voice cracking.

dae-ho’s jaw tightens, but he nods.

“i know. i hate it too.”

tears prick at your eyes, but you blink them away.

“when does it get better? when do we get time for us?”

he pulls you into his arms, his warmth both comforting and painful.

“soon. i promise.”

“you keep saying that,” you whisper, your hands fisting into his shirt.

“but when is soon?”

he hesitates before answering, his voice barely above a whisper.

“next weekend. jia’s coming to take the girls. for the whole weekend.”

jia = dae-ho's second oldest sister

you pull back, staring at him in disbelief.

“what?”

he smiles, though it’s tinged with sadness.

“i wanted it to be a surprise, but… yeah. just us for friday until monday. no kids, no distractions.”

something inside you cracks open...a mix of relief and overwhelming gratitude.

“dae-ho…”

he cups your face gently.

“we’ll get through this. i know it’s hard right now, but we’ll find our way back.”

you nod, tears finally spilling over.

“i just want us again.”

“we will,” he promises, sealing it with a soft kiss that feels like the first drop of rain after a long drought.

however, the days leading up to jia’s visit drag on. it is filled with the kind of exhaustion that seeps into your bones. mornings start the same, seo-ah padding into your room before the sun rises, her small feet thumping against the floorboards as she climbs onto the bed.

she squeezes herself between you and dae-ho, her warm little body pressing tightly against yours while shoving him to the edge.

“mommy, cuddles,” she murmurs, already curling into you, her hands clutching your shirt like you might slip away if she lets go.

you glance over at dae-ho, who watches with soft eyes but a tired smile. he reaches over to brush seo-ah’s hair out of her face, but she swats his hand away, her little pout forming instantly.

“no, just mommy.”

the rejection sits heavy between you, even though it’s become routine. dae-ho chuckles under his breath, masking the sting, but you see it in the way his shoulders drop.

“okay, princess,” he murmurs, voice laced with gentle defeat, “just mommy.”

byeol’s wail from her nursery cuts through the morning peace moments later, crackling through the baby monitor on the nightstand.

you sigh, your head falling back against the pillow, eyes closing for a brief second of stolen stillness before you’re back on your feet, seo-ah still clinging to your leg as you watch dae-ho get up from the bed and care for his youngest baby.

throughout the week, you and dae-ho try to carve out moments for yourselves when you can still. especially when the girls miraculously nap at the same time, a rarity that feels like winning the lottery.

one afternoon, the house is eerily quiet. you and dae-ho sit at the kitchen table, hastily throwing together sandwiches, both of you exchanging glances filled with the unspoken hope of just being together for a little while.

“this is nice,” you whisper, taking a bite of your sandwich, savoring the simplicity of eating without interruptions.

dae-ho reaches over the table, fingers brushing over your hand, thumb tracing slow circles.

“i miss this...miss us,” he says softly, eyes meeting yours with that familiar warmth.

you smile, though it’s tinged with sadness.

“i do too.”

the reality of having young children.

as his hand tightens around yours, a shrill cry pierces through the monitor. byeol is awake again...crying so hard her tiny hiccups echo through the speaker.

you close your eyes, exhaling slowly as the moment evaporates.

“i’ll go,” dae-ho offers, already pushing his chair back. before he can stand, another scream rings out from seo-ah’s room.

“mommy! byeol woke me up! i was sleeping!” she yells, her voice filled with frustration.

you pinch the bridge of your nose, the brief peace crumbling around you.

“i’ll take seo-ah,” you mutter, already rising. the sandwiches sit half-eaten on the table.

the nights are harder. after hours of wrestling the girls into sleep, byeol fussing endlessly, seo-ah demanding one more story, one more hug...you and dae-ho collapse onto the bed, bodies heavy with exhaustion.

the unspoken plan was to finally be intimate tonight, since you guys haven't had sex in a while

now, lying there, the silence stretching between you, neither of you moves.

“I wanted to,” you murmur into the darkness, turning your head to face him.

“but i’m so tired.”

dae-ho is big spooning you, and his hand reaches for yours under the covers by your waist, fingers lacing through yours.

“me too,” he admits, “i’m sorry.”

“don’t be.” your voice cracks, emotion bubbling up.

it isn’t just about the lack of sex...it’s about the emotional distance, the way life has swallowed both of you whole.

you feel his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles.

“it won’t be like this forever,” he promises, but it feels hollow, even though you know he means it.

“i know,” you whisper back.

instead of needed intimacy, you both fall asleep, hands still intertwined, the space between you filled with love and longing, even if it feels buried.

throughout each day, seo-ah remains glued to you, her possessiveness growing stronger each day. she watches every interaction between you and dae-ho like a hawk, her little brows furrowing whenever he leans in for a kiss or wraps an arm around your waist.

“no, stop it! that’s my mommy!” she declares one afternoon when dae-ho kisses your cheek in the living room.

she storms over, wedging herself between you two, her arms wrapped tightly around your legs.

“seo-ah,” you crouch down, brushing her hair back, “daddy loves mommy too.”

“but i love mommy more,” she pouts, clutching your face in her tiny hands as you sit on the floor.

“only i can kiss mommy.”

dae-ho lets out a soft laugh, though there’s a pang in his eyes.

“well, i guess i’ve been replaced,” he teases, but you hear the ache beneath the joke.

you sigh, pulling seo-ah into your lap while reaching for dae-ho’s hand.

“no one’s replaced, okay? we all love each other.”

your oldest daughter just nestles deeper into your arms, content to have you to herself while dae-ho watches from the side, trying to hide how much he misses having you for himself.

hopefully byeol isn't this possessive of you too.. he thought.

by the end of the week, the night before jia comes to take care of the girls... the exhaustion feels unbearable. the house is filled with the constant sounds of crying, laughter, and the endless demands of two little ones who need you both for everything.

you and dae-ho pass each other like ghosts, existing in the same space but rarely connecting, every moment focused on the girls.

you don’t realize how fragile you’ve been holding it all together until dae-ho comes into the room one evening, wiping his hands on a dish towel, and says,

“jia will be here to come get the girls tomorrow."

you nod,

"okay."

next part, "aunts and nieces," connects to the next morning from this moment (yes, smut will be in the next part)

#kang dae ho #kang dae ho x reader #kang ha neul #squid game fanfic #squid game #squid game s2 #squid game season 2 #squid game x reader #squid game x y/n #squid game x you #meadowfics #multifandom account #gi hun x reader

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meavlin-io8 · 3 days ago

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Looks like wedding photoshoot!!and look,inho is in white..ofc,he is the 👰‍♀ bride

Netflix gave us the old man yaoi we never knew we needed.

#gihun x frontman #seong gihun #hwang in ho #i support old men yaoi #squid game #squid game 2

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uniicorns-arereall · 3 days ago

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are you guys ever reading some absolutely FILTHY smut and you just think to yourself:

like why are we bringing crazy plot points into this… and why do i kinda like it ?? JK JK

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melercies · 2 days ago

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pairing(s): nam-gyu x reader, thanos x reader (separate)

warning(s): dubious consent, (guys, literally it's just) smut; oral fixation (receiving + giving) & fingering [minors dni], (fem anatomy, but gender-neutral), overstimulation, orgasm denial, degradation, dirty talk, power play, rough handling, choking/gagging, lowercase intended use and my best interpretation of the two characters. <3

author's note: i had to sit there for a good hour to think and just write LMAO PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED/MESSED UP ANYTHING. likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated. i just want feedback. <//3

when it comes to giving oral for nam-gyu, he doesn't do things to please people—he does things for his own gratification. if he’s going down on someone, it’s because he wants to, not because he feels like he should. he doesn’t care about making the experience soft or romantic; he’s crude, rough, and enjoys seeing you squirm under his control.

when he pins you down, his fingers leave marks—his rings biting into your thighs as he spreads them apart, the cold metal contrasting against the heat of his touch. he likes seeing the indents they leave behind, a reminder of how thoroughly he’s going to ruin you.

he's aggressive. his pace is unforgiving from the start—he doesn’t waste time teasing unless he’s feeling particularly cruel. he’d rather get you messy and desperate as fast as possible, just to hear the sounds you make when you can’t hold back.

if he does feel particularly cruel, his fingers ghost over your inner thighs, barely skimming where you want him most. he watches with amusement as their breathing stutters, dragging his fingertips in slow, deliberate circles until you start begging.

you don’t get time to adjust. you don’t get a moment to breathe before he’s already working you up, dragging you towards the edge at a brutal, reckless speed.

his rings are cold against your skin, contrasting with the heat of his mouth, his fingers— and he doesn’t care if it’s too much, if your thighs twitch helplessly against his shoulders.

in fact? he likes it, it satisfies him to see you like this. to see how he could easily reduce you into such a state.

your body can barely keep up, writhing under him, squirming, panting— and that’s exactly what he wants.

he pulls back for just a second, only enough to lock eyes with you, his chin glistening with slick, his fingers still buried deep in you.

“messy already?” his tone is mocking, darkly amused, but he doesn’t give you a chance to respond as he pulls his fingers out for a split second.

before his fingers slam back in, fast and rough, scissoring you open while his mouth latches back on, sucking hard, tongue flicking fast.

you cry out, body jerking, but he holds you down, forcing you to take it. "stay still."

expect zero tenderness. if he drags his tongue slowly, it’s not to be sensual—it’s to watch you twitch and whimper, just so he can pull back and smirk at you when you start begging. he gets off on knowing he’s the one reducing you to a wreck, and he’s not above mocking you for it.

he likes it messy. sloppy, wet, and borderline overwhelming. he enjoys seeing you come undone, saliva and arousal coating his lips, your thighs shaking under his grip. it feeds his ego—he’ll wipe his mouth with the back of his hand afterward, looking smug as hell.

control is a huge factor for him. nam-gyu isn’t the type to let you take charge—he'll literally fight for his life for it, even when he’s the one on his knees. he’ll pin your hips down to keep them from moving or tease you until you're pleading, just to remind you that he decides when you can get what you want.

if you try to guide him—tangling your fingers in his hair, pushing him deeper—he’ll purposefully slow down or pull away entirely. “getting greedy, huh?” his tone is amused, but there’s a warning in his eyes. he wants you to beg, not demand.

if you're close, he slows down—smirking against your skin as he pulls back just enough to make you whine pathetically. “what? you were right there?” his voice is mocking, but his fingers don’t stop, keeping you on the edge without letting you tip over.

when he finally does let you finish, it’s never gentle. his mouth and fingers work in sync, his fingers pressing hard against your most sensitive spots as he devours you. he’ll keep his mouth on you even after you finish and feel sensitive, which pushes you past your limits, he only wants to hear you gasp and stammer. he enjoys overstimulation, making you whine and writhe from how overwhelming it is.

he leans back, grinning like a bastard, dragging his fingers over his lips to taste them before wiping them on your inner thigh—a filthy, possessive mark left behind. “messy, huh? look at you.”

he doesn't do this to be sweet—he does it to own you, to leave you trembling and ruined so you don’t forget who’s in control.

when nam-gyu is the one receiving...he's rough, impatient, and demanding when it comes to being on the receiving end. he doesn't just sit back and let you take your sweet time—he expects you to handle him the way he wants.

the first thing he does? he rests his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him before he lets you start. the metal of his rings is cool against your skin, his thumb swiping over your lips before pressing in slightly, forcing you to open up for him.

he's not the type to just sit still and enjoy it. he thrives on power, and even when you're the one on your knees, he finds ways to assert dominance—gripping your hair, muttering crude praise, thrusting his hips forward just to watch you struggle to keep up.

he loves it when you choke on him. he won’t stop, either—if you gag, he’ll just chuckle, “too much for you?” before pushing deeper before it hits the back of your throat, enjoying the sight of you trying to take it.

he gets off on the control, but also on the raw desperation—he wants you to want and feel it just as much as he does. if you’re hesitant or shy, he’ll make you work for his approval, guiding you until you learn how to take him the way he likes.

he leans back, spreading his legs lazily, arrogantly, completely unbothered. one arm draped over the couch, the other resting against your jaw, thumb tracing your bottom lip, pressing against your tongue—just enough to feel the heat of your mouth.

“you nervous?” his voice is mocking, laced with amusement, but there’s a challenge in his gaze—daring you to prove him wrong.

if you hesitate? if you take too long?

he exhales sharply, shaking his head. disappointed.

“guess you don’t want it that bad.”

and then he pulls away. completely.

that’s what gets you desperate, isn’t it? the way he edges you emotionally, keeps you craving his approval, keeps you chasing after what he refuses to give?

but the second you give in—the second you grab at his thighs, lean in, take him into your mouth like you need it?

his expression shifts.

the teasing vanishes.

his jaw tightens, his fingers snap back into your hair, gripping tight, forcing you to take him deeper. his breath stutters out, sharp and ragged, his hips twitching as he groans through his teeth.

“fuck—” his head tilts back, his grip tightening just a little more, watching the way you struggle, watching the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, watching the way your lips stretch around him.

and once you’ve finally learned?

once you give in, let go, take him the way he likes?

that’s when he fucks your throat in earnest, forcing you to keep up, forcing you to take everything he gives.

because nam-gyu will only reward you when you prove you deserve it.

if you're being too slow, he takes over. his grip tightens, guiding your pace with short, sharp thrusts, his rings digging into your scalp as he fucks your mouth exactly the way he wants. he doesn’t care if it’s overwhelming—he gets off on watching them struggle.

he loves using his fingers to make things even messier. if you’re already drooling? he brings a thumb to your chin, spreading the saliva across your lips, watching with a smirk as you take him even deeper. “look at you,” he murmurs, voice dark. “sloppy thing, aren’t you?”

nam-gyu talks—a lot. his mouth is filthy, and he’s not shy about making comments that are meant to degrade and tease. “c’mon, you can do better than that.” “that’s it, don’t stop now—fuck, you look good like this.”

he’s not gentle when he’s close—his thrusts get sharper, his grip tighter. he doesn’t warn you before finishing, either. he expects you to take it, and if you struggle with it, he only finds it more amusing.

if you pull away too soon or try to pull away, he’ll grab your chin, tilting their face up to make you look at him. “did I say you were done? swallow it.” his tone is low and taunting and his gaze is trained onto you, daring you to try and defy him. a command, not a request.

thanos giving oral...he already is a wildcard—his unpredictability makes everything intense. one moment, he’s slow and teasing, dragging things out just to get a reaction; the next, he’s relentless, pushing you to your limit without hesitation.

he enjoys watching—he wants to see every reaction, from the way you trembles to the way your breathing hitches when he finally gives you what you want. it’s like a game to him, figuring out what makes you fall apart the fastest.

unlike nam-gyu, thanos doesn’t always go straight for the kill. he enjoys taking his time, licking, nipping, savoring—because to him, this is just as much about control as it is about pleasure. he'll slow down just to smirk against your skin, whispering filthy things that reaches towards your ears before diving back in—his fingers spreading you open, making you feel every stroke of his tongue.

he loves teasing. hovering his mouth over where you need him most, exhaling warm breaths against sensitive skin, barely touching you until you’re begging. he wants you to feel desperate for it, trembling under his touch before he finally gives in and gives you exactly what you want.

but once he does get serious? he doesn’t stop. his pace is brutal, relentless—he’ll grip your thighs to keep you from pulling away, tongue flicking, sucking, working you over while his fingers sink deep, curling slow and deliberate. he uses his thumb to press against sensitive spots, teasing in sync with his mouth until you’re sobbing from the intensity and continuous stimulation going through you. it makes you feel like there's nowhere to escape.

occassionally, if he sees you gripping the sheets, he pulls them away, intertwining your fingers with his own—a false sense of intimacy before he overwhelms them completely.

your fingers clench the sheets, gripping desperately, something—anything—to ground yourself as he works you over, tongue flicking with calculated precision. the overwhelming pleasure leaves your body tense, trembling, on the verge of breaking.

and then?

he notices.

before you can react, his hands are on yours, prying your fingers away from the fabric, lacing them together with his own. his grip is warm, firm, intimate—deceptively sweet. his thumbs stroke the backs of your hands, soothing, almost tender, like he’s offering comfort.

it’s a lie.

because the second your body relaxes—just for a moment, just enough to be fooled?

he ruins you.

his tongue flicks faster, lips sealing around you as he sucks hard, dragging another wrecked sound from your throat. your back arches violently, but you can’t pull away—he’s got you locked in, hands entwined, holding you down.

it’s cruel. so, so cruel.

he watches you the entire time.

his half-lidded gaze locks onto yours, drinking in every broken expression, every helpless sob that spills past your lips. and when your fingers tighten around his—not out of intimacy, but desperation?

he just smirks against you.

“that’s it,” he murmurs between deep, torturous strokes of his tongue. “hold on tight.”

overstimulation is his favorite game. even after you finishes, he'll keep going, his fingers stay buried inside, moving slower as he licks up every last drop, keeping you trapped under him, driving you past your limit. he enjoys the way you whimper, the way your body tenses from how overwhelming it is, and the expressions that you make just for him only. only him.

he'll be cocky as hell afterward, too. giving you a show as he licks his fingers clean in front of you before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning down at your wrecked figure like he just won something. “what’s wrong? thought you could handle me. didn't think you'd break so fast.”

thanos doesn't just aim to please—he aims to make you lose your mind.

thanos was already dangerous when he's the one being taken cared of—because unlike nam-gyu, who thrives on control, thanos enjoys unpredictability. his reactions shift on a dime, making it impossible to predict what he’s going to do next.

some nights, he lets you take your time—leaning back, watching you with dark amusement, running a lazy hand through your hair as you work and set your own pace, watching through half-lidded eyes. other nights? he’s ruthless, gripping your jaw or pulling your hair, fucking your mouth like he owns it. he snaps his hips snap forward, making you choke.

you're choking? gagging? struggling to breath? he finds it hot as hell. if you start to falter, he just grins. "c'mon, don't tell me you're already tapping out."

thanos leans back against the couch, one arm slung over the backrest, the other hand resting in your hair. his fingers are light at first, barely guiding, barely pressing.

at first, you think he's going to let you do as you please. but the second you slow down?

his grip tightens.

the lazy amusement in his expression shifts—something sharper, more demanding, as his fingers suddenly tangle into your hair and pull.

“not slacking on me, are you?”

his hips push forward just slightly, his other hand tilting your chin up—forcing you to look at him.

and the moment you start moving again?

he grins.

“good. knew you could take it.”

if you're hesitant, he gets rougher. his fingers press against the back of your head, forcing you down just a little further, making you take more than you're used to. "don't be shy now."

his thumb strokes the corner of your lips, wiping away the saliva that drips down your chin, smirking at the mess. he loves seeing you in such a messy state, being so desperate as you try to keep up with the way he moves.

but if you're experienced? he's a mess—growling, cursing under his breath, losing himself in the sensation. he loves it when you swallow around him, when you get sloppy and desperate just to get him off faster.

when he's close? his grip tightens, his voice dropping into something low and commanding. "you're gonna take it all, yeah? being so good for me."

when he finishes, he’s unpredictable—sometimes, he pulls them up for a messy, open-mouthed kiss, tasting himself on their tongue. other times? he just tilts their chin up, smirking down at them with that wicked gleam in his eyes, like he’s already planning what’s next.

thanos doesn't just enjoy oral—he owns the experience. whether he’s giving or receiving, he makes sure it’s intense, overwhelming, and impossible to forget.

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nie13chen · 2 days ago

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I feel like one of the VIPs, falling so deeply for it. Lots of things to reflect.

it is so fucking hilarious that a show that is essentially the criticism of capitalism fell into the pressure of capitalism and had 2 more seasons produced when the director initially conceptualized it as a limited series - irony, my beloved, I hope you will never die

#squid game #squid game season 2

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floozyuzi · 3 days ago

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make a jun-ho one but for black readersssssssss PUH-LEASE.

hwang jun-ho nsfw twitter links blk!reader

— using his equipment

— fucking you on the floor

— hitting it in all the right places

— he’s been waiting all day for this

— giving him head

— deep inside of you

— bouncing you on his cock

— riding him

— riding him #2

— loves the sounds you make when he’s fucking you

— fingering you on his lap

— sitting on his face

— hard day at work? you can fix that.

— going slow

— loves the effect he has on you

— riding him in the back of his patrol car

— craving his cock

— showing off his ‘work’

— drawing out those loud lewd sounds from you

— needy for his dick so he gave you what you wanted

— helping yourself to his dick

— making sure he feels everything

— fulfilling his needs

— he can’t get enough of your pussy

— taking his dick

— sucking him off

— relieving some stress after work

— daily dose of dick

( this was fun to make ngl 😋

Happy Black History Monthhh )

#squid game #squid game smut #squid game twitter links #squid game 2 #squid game x fem!reader #twitter links #twt links #squid game fanfic #squid game x y/n #hwang jun ho smut #hwang jun ho #jun ho squid game #jun ho x reader #jun ho #jun ho smut #black reader #hwang jun ho x black!reader

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ddakhun · 3 days ago

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um. guys

#inhun #457 #squid game

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meadowfics · 3 days ago

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the squid game characters as parents ☂︎

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏

𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑠𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑖-ℎ𝑢𝑛 (𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 456), ℎ𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛-ℎ𝑜 (𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑛, 𝑜𝑟 𝑠2 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 001), ℎ𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑗𝑢𝑛-ℎ𝑜 (𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛), 𝑗𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑜𝑘-𝑠𝑢 (𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 101 𝑠1), 𝑎𝑙𝑖 𝑎𝑏𝑑𝑢𝑙 (𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 199 𝑠1), 𝑚𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑔-𝑔𝑖 (𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 333), ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑖-𝑛𝑦𝑒𝑜 (𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 212 𝑠1).

𝑥 𝑓!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

headcannons will feature the same as part one: which type of parenting style the characters adapt to and why (based off of their character and backstories), how many kids they'd have with you, the physical and personality descriptions of the kids, and a cute moment between them and your shared baby/child <3

if you do not prefer what I've written for these characters or disagree, you can ignore or simply write your own.

seong gi-hun x you

parenting styles:

gi-hun took time to adjust to being a father again, especially after neglecting ga-yeong for years before the games.

when you came into his life with your two daughters, he was nervous but determined to do better.

he is a caring and attentive stepfather.

he listens, makes time for all three girls (your two + his), and tries his best to be present instead of obsessing over the past.

your presence, along with your daughters, keeps gi-hun from falling apart.

instead of losing himself in his search for the salesman, he focuses on being a good father figure.

you balance out the family dynamic by providing stability, making sure all three girls your two girls + your stepdaughter are supported.

how many kids?:

ga-yeong (14 years old, gi-hun’s biological daughter)

she was initially unsure about you

however, quickly warmed up after seeing how much better gi-hun became with you in his life.

ah-yoon (14 years old, your oldest daughter)

ah-rin (7 years old, your youngest daughter)

what do they look like? what are their personalities like?

ga-yeong is a copy of her biological mother, eun-ji.

both ah-yoon and ah-rin look just like you, sharing your features and expressions.

all three girls are naturally shy but warm up once they feel safe around someone.

ga-yeong is a bit more outspoken due to being older (only older than ah-yoon by three months) and more independent.

she quickly becomes the leader of the trio.

ah-yoon and ah-rin are softer, preferring to stick to familiar people, but they adore their new older step-sister.

the first meeting between all three girls took place in america, where ga-yeong had been living with her mother, stepfather, and younger half-brother.

gi-hun had been nervous the entire flight over, fidgeting with his hands and checking his reflection in the airport windows, murmuring things like, “what if they don’t get along?” and “what if ga-yeong doesn’t want to meet them?”

you had reassured him, squeezing his hand, but even you weren’t sure how things would go.

blending a family was never easy.

when you arrived, eun-ji (gi-hun's ex wife) greeted you both with a small smile, clearly amused by how nervous gi-hun looked. she led you inside, where ga-yeong was waiting in the living room, arms crossed but expression neutral.

ah-yoon and ah-rin stood close to you, their shy nature taking over as they peeked at the girl who was technically their new stepsister.

gi-hun cleared his throat, awkwardly rubbing his neck.

“uh… girls, this is ga-yeong.”

ah-yoon hesitated before bowing slightly.

“hi.”

ah-rin, gripping your hand tightly, mumbled, “hi…”

ga-yeong looked at them for a moment, looking at a Kpop idol on ah-yoon's shirt before tilting her head.

“hi! oh my-- wait. do you guys like kpop?”

ah-yoon perked up immediately.

“yeah.”

“who’s your bias?” ga-yeong asked, suddenly interested.

that was all it took. within seconds, the awkward tension disappeared as the girls started bonding over favorite groups, favorite members, and even debating their favorite music videos.

makeup and fashion talk followed soon after, and before gi-hun could even process what was happening, the three of them had completely shut him out of the conversation.

he blinked.

“uh… hello? ga-yeong, I thought this was about seeing me?”

none of the girls even glanced his way.

you and eun-ji, standing in the kitchen with tea in hand, burst into laughter at his expense.

eun-ji smirked, nudging you lightly.

“guess we don’t have to worry about them getting along.”

you smiled, watching as ah-rin shyly reached for ga-yeong’s hand while ah-yoon excitedly shared something on her phone.

“no,” you murmured, warmth filling your chest.

“we really don’t.”

gi-hun sighed, throwing his hands up in surrender before flopping onto the couch, resigned to his fate of being ignored.

deep down, he had never felt more at peace.

myung-gi x you

parenting styles

myung-gi had to grow into being a father.

when you first told him you were pregnant, he disappeared.

he got caught up in his bitcoin nonsense and deep down was scared of the responsibility of being a dad.

after finally paying off his debt, ten months later, he showed up at your apartment, shocked to see that you had actually had the baby.

you were equally confused?

of course, you had the baby. did he really think otherwise?

you didn’t take him back right away, but the two of you developed a solid co-parenting relationship for ha-rin’s sake.

myung-gi used every opportunity to prove himself, and eventually, he won you back.

eighteen months after having ha-rin, you were pregnant with your second child, a baby boy. this time, myung-gi was there from the start.

how many kids?:

ha-rin - both you and myung-gi's firstborn daughter.

eun-ho - a boy, still in your womb at 27 weeks.

what does ha-rin look like? what is her personality?:

ha-rin looks exactly like myung-gi.

it’s almost comical how much she takes after him, from her eyes to the way she raises a brow when she’s curious.

she is a very content baby, hardly ever cries unless she really needs something.

a quiet, smiley baby.

she is never fussy or cries unless she is hungry or tired.

ha-rin loves observing everything around her, always taking in her surroundings.

she has an infectious little giggle that melts hearts instantly.

the apartment is quiet, save for the soft hum of the baby monitor. you had just gotten into bed when you noticed myung-gi was still in ha-rin’s nursery.

curious, you sat up, hearing his low voice through the open door.

“okay, kid,” myung-gi murmured, adjusting ha-rin’s blanket as she blinked sleepily up at him.

“i read somewhere that i’m supposed to talk to you like you understand everything so it helps your development. so, i guess we’re gonna have a chat.”

ha-rin yawned, stretching her tiny fingers before settling into the crib.

myung-gi sighed.

“you know, i messed up. big time. your mom...she’s the best person i’ve ever met and i left her when she needed me most. i was an idiot.”

you froze in the hallway, your heart swelling as you listened.

“but she still let me be in your life,” he continued, his voice softer now.

“she let me prove that i could be better and now, she’s giving me another chance… another baby, too. your baby brother.”

ha-rin let out a small noise, almost as if she understood.

myung-gi chuckled, rubbing her tiny tummy gently.

“your little brother’s in there, growing strong and this time, i’m not running away. i’m staying. for both of you.”

you smiled, placing a hand over your stomach. eun-ho kicked lightly in response, as if acknowledging his father’s words.

“and your mom?” myung-gi whispered.

“i love her. more than anything, well I love you but-.”

silence followed. you could hear ha-rin’s tiny breaths, her little chest rising and falling as she drifted off.

a few minutes later, myung-gi finally walked into the bedroom, stretching his arms above his head.

you quickly turned onto your side, pretending to be asleep.

he slipped under the covers, exhaling deeply.

you smiled to yourself, heart full. you didn’t say anything, didn’t let on that you had heard everything.

as you drifted off, you reached for his hand under the blankets, squeezing it gently.

he squeezed back.

he was here and he wasn’t going anywhere.

han mi-nyeo x you

parenting styles:

mi-nyeo was always more of a free-range parent, letting jae-hyun figure things out on his own.

you, on the other hand, had to step up and be the responsible one, making sure he had structure, guidance, and stability.

despite your differences, you and mi-nyeo always made sure jae-hyun was loved.

even after your divorce four years ago, you remained co-parents, always putting him first.

mi-nyeo eventually had another child, a baby girl, but you never met her.

honestly, you didn’t need to unless it had something to do with jae-hyun.

how many kids?:

jae-hyun (18 years old)

he is biologically mi-nyeo’s, but you carried him.

what does jae-hyun look like? what is his personality?:

he looks just like mi-nyeo.

same sharp features, same intense eyes.

thankfully, he inherited your personality.

he is grounded, responsible, and level-headed.

he knows how to navigate the chaos that comes with having mi-nyeo as a mother.

the boy is mature beyond his years, but still soft when it comes to the people he loves.

he is incredibly appreciative of both you and mi-nyeo, knowing you both shaped him into the person he is today.

the graduation ceremony was beautiful. students in crisp caps and gowns, families cheering from the stands, a sense of accomplishment thick in the air.

you stood beside mi-nyeo as the students filed out, searching for jae-hyun in the sea of blue robes.

“there he is,” you pointed, smiling as you spotted your son weaving through the crowd toward you.

mi-nyeo, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, suddenly sniffled.

you turned to look at her.

“mi-nyeo…”

the woman's lips trembled, and before she could stop herself, she let out a dramatic, full-body sob.

“my baby!” she wailed, throwing her hands in the air.

“my son! my heart!”

jae-hyun, who had just reached you both, closed his eyes, exhaling.

“oh my god.”

you sighed but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

“mi-nyeo, please don’t make a scene...”

“he’s all grown up!” she continued, grabbing his face and shaking him slightly.

“look at you! when did you get so big?! how did this happen?! i swear just yesterday, you were a tiny baby throwing up on my shirt!”

students and families around you were starting to stare.

jae-hyun let out a small laugh, finally stepping forward and pulling mi-nyeo into a hug.

“mom,” he murmured.

“it’s okay.”

she melted into the hug, still sniffling.

“i’m just so proud of you, jae.”

you smiled, stepping forward to join them. before you could even hesitate, jae-hyun reached out, pulling you into the hug as well.

suddenly, the three of you were wrapped together, past all the years, past all the changes, past the divorce, just a family celebrating their son.

“thank you both for being here,” jae-hyun murmured. “i love you.”

mi-nyeo sniffled.

“we love you too.”

you nodded, pressing a kiss to his hair.

“so much.”

hwang jun-ho x you

parenting styles:

jun-ho is the softest dad, always making sure your kids grow up humble, responsible, and kind.

he takes their moral upbringing very seriously.

he is a police officer, after all.

you make sure they actually enjoy being kids.

life is too short to always be following rules.

your girls will have fun, laugh a lot, and know they’re loved.

somehow, you both balance each other out.

how many kids?:

when the doctor told you both you were having triplets, jun-ho looked like he was about to faint.

he kept blinking at the ultrasound, mumbling, three? how?

after months of preparing (and a few minor panic attacks), you both welcomed three baby girls: jia, sooah, and micha.

they're all 18 months old now, but all of them are so loved by you and junho.

what do they look like? what are their personalities like?:

jia is the quiet, observant one.

she is a mini version of jun-ho in both looks and personality.

sooah looks exactly like jun-ho but is more sensitive, prone to tears if something surprises her.

micha is the only one who looks like you.

she is playful, mischievous, and already showing a strong sense of humor.

bath time was pure chaos.

jun-ho rolled up his black jacket sleeves, taking a deep breath as he prepared to bathe all three girls at once.

he had dealt with criminals, solved cases, and survived gunfights. however, nothing had prepared him for this.

the moment the warm water touched their skin, jia and micha squealed in delight, splashing happily.

sooah, however, clung to his arm, wide-eyed.

“it’s okay, baby,” he murmured, rubbing her back.

“it’s just water.”

she still didn’t look convinced.

meanwhile, jia, being the peaceful little observer she was, simply smacked her hands against the water, watching the ripples with curiosity.

then… micha.

micha loved chaos.

with a grin, she grabbed a rubber duck and yeeted it straight at jun-ho’s chest.

plop.

he blinked down at the soaked duck resting against his wet shirt.

“micha…”

micha let out the loudest giggle and clapped her tiny hands together, delighted with herself.

before jun-ho could react, jia, taking inspiration from her sister, kicked her feet in the water.

SPLASH.

water flew everywhere.

jun-ho sat there, completely drenched. water dripped from his hair, his face, his entire body.

and then…

sooah wailed.

apparently, some of the water had splashed onto her face, and she was not happy about it. the younger triplet's little lip trembled before she let out a full-body sob.

jun-ho groaned, wiping his face.

“it's okay, it's okay, let’s calm down.”

he picked up sooah first, gently patting her face dry and rocking her slightly.

“you’re okay, baby. just a little water, it can't hurt you.”

she sniffled, her tiny fingers gripping onto his wet sleeve, her breathing finally evening out.

micha, meanwhile, was still laughing, very proud of her handiwork.

jun-ho gave her a look.

“you’re trouble, you know that?”

micha grinned even wider, kicking her feet.

finally, he grabbed their bath toys, doing his best to distract them. after a few minutes, the crying stopped, the giggling took over, and the water play turned from chaos to fun.

just when he thought he had things under control, he heard a chuckle from the doorway.

“you good there, dad?”

he looked up to see you leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, clearly holding back laughter as you were completely dry from the splash zone.

jun-ho sighed dramatically, running a hand down his wet face.

“if by good, you mean soaked, then yeah. i’m great.”

you bit your lip, stepping closer.

“looks like you got a bath too.”

he scoffed.

“i feel like i just fought a tiny army.”

you sat beside him, reaching for micha, who immediately clung to you.

“you’re doing amazing, babe.”

micha clapped her hands and pointed at jun-ho’s soaked shirt.

“dada wet!”

jia and sooah giggled along with her.

jun-ho groaned, shaking his head.

“i swear, they’re teaming up on me.”

you laughed, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“of course they are. they’re our daughters.”

he sighed, rubbing jia’s tiny back as she leaned against him, her little hands grabbing onto his shirt. “yeah,” he murmured, looking at all three of them with quiet fondness.

“…they are.”

deok-su x you

parenting styles:

deok-su completely disappeared when you told him you were pregnant.

no calls, no texts.

he was just gone.

you raised ji-hyuk alone for the first three years of his life, and it was hard.

you were prepared to do it alone forever.

then, out of nowhere, deok-su came back.

you were furious at first, but to your surprise, he actually tried to be a dad.

he can be strict at times, but more often than not, he treats ji-hyuk like a little friend rather than his son.

sometimes that annoys you because he lacks actual parental authority.

you don’t always trust deok-su to be responsible, but you still let ji-hyuk spend time with him

no matter what, he is his father.

how many kids?:

just, ji-hyuk, who is eight years old.

what does ji-hyuk look like? what is his personality like?:

he looks like a mix of you and deok-su, but has his father’s sharp eyes and smirk.

ji-hyuk is independent and stubborn, but has a surprisingly soft heart.

he loves music, especially playing the trumpet.

however, he has always wanted his dad’s approval, even though he never says it outright.

the school auditorium is filled with excitement as parents filled the seats, waiting for the concert to begin.

you sat near the middle, scanning the stage for your son, when something in the corner of your eye caught your attention.

deok-su.

he was here.

he sat a few rows ahead of you, arms crossed, looking a little out of place in the crowd of excited parents. he was here, you can tell from his hair.

you hadn’t told him about the concert, you barely talk to him. its either he actually listened when ji-hyuk talked about it, or he found out on his own.

either way, you were shocked.

you thought that deok-su would've found this type of stuff boring or lame.

on stage, ji-hyuk took his seat with the other young musicians. before the concert started, his eyes scanned the audience, and when he spotted deok-su, his entire face lit up.

with a big grin, ji-hyuk waved enthusiastically.

deok-su, not the type for public displays, simply nodded, lifting a hand in acknowledgment.

even from where you sat, you could see the tiniest smirk on his face.

after the concert, you stood back as ji-hyuk ran straight into his father’s arms.

“you came!” ji-hyuk beamed, gripping deok-su’s jacket.

deok-su scoffed, ruffling his son’s hair.

“of course, I came 'cause had to see if my kid was actually the best one on stage.”

ji-hyuk grinned.

“was i?”

deok-su gave a mock serious nod.

“obviously.”

ji-hyuk laughed, hugging him again, and for once, deok-su actually hugged him back without hesitation.

you watched from a few feet away, letting them have their moment. deok-su was far from the perfect father, but moments like these made you realize that he is actually trying.

hwang in-ho x you

parenting styles:

in-ho is protective.

after losing his first child and ex-wife years ago, he made sure that you and your children were always safe.

nobody and nothing could touch you.

with his power and wealth, he ensured that his children would never need anything.

they grew up shielded from danger, living on the island but far away from the horrors of the games.

he was often busy, but he always made time.

if you spent the days raising them, he took the evenings, letting you rest while he made sure they felt his presence.

he taught his children authority, structure, and discipline while still allowing them to enjoy being kids.

how many kids?:

mi-hi who is 10 years old, she's your shared daughter, the older twin

se-joon who is 10 years old, your oldest son, the younger twin to mi-hi

seung-jae is six years old, he is your youngest son.

what do they look like? what are their personalities?:

all of them look like a perfect blend of you and in-ho.

though mi-hi and se-joon carry more of their father’s sharp features.

seung-jae looks the most like you, with his softer eyes and easygoing smile.

mi-hi and se-joon are incredibly composed for their age.

they're mature, well-spoken, and precise in their actions.

seung-jae is still young and carefree, balancing out his older siblings’ more serious nature.

the evening was calm, a gentle ocean breeze rolling in as you sat comfortably near the dining area, watching your family.

the twins had just finished their dinner, their plates spotless, while seung-jae had taken slightly longer, trying to get every last bite of rice off his spoon.

in-ho, standing at the counter, smirked as he pulled something from a container.

“since you all did well at dinner,” he said, setting the items in front of them, “i have something for you.”

mi-hi and se-joon’s eyes widened as they looked down at the dalgona cookies...each one with a triangle stamped in the center.

seung-jae clapped excitedly.

“what is it?”

“a game, its called dalgona,” in-ho said simply, settling down across from them.

“you need to cut the shape out without breaking the cookie.”

the kids gasped in excitement.

you, watching from the side, immediately recognized what those cookies were.

leftover dalgonas from the actual game.

you raised a brow at in-ho, but he simply shot you an amused glance, as if saying, what? it’s just a game.

so, with a smirk, you let it play out.

the kids were laser-focused as they carefully traced the outlines of their triangles with tiny wooden picks. mi-hi was the most careful, her brows furrowing in concentration.

se-joon worked at a steady pace, his expression cool and composed.

seung-jae? well, he was having fun...laughing at the bits of sugar sticking to his fingers as he tried to carve out his shape.

you crossed your arms, watching as all three of them successfully cut out their triangles without breaking them.

“i did it!” seung-jae shouted, holding his up proudly.

mi-hi exhaled in relief.

“that was so much harder than it looked…”

se-joon simply set his triangle down, cool as ever.

in-ho chuckled, clearly proud of them all.

“good job.”

just as they all turned to him, waiting for his turn, he smirked and snapped his cookie in half, breaking the triangle instantly.

the kids gasped in exaggerated horror.

“daddy, no!” seung-jae cried.

mi-hi covered her mouth, dramatic as ever.

“you lost the game!”

se-joon simply blinked, staring at his father with judgment.

you, watching the entire scene, burst into laughter.

“oh no,” you teased, wiping a tear from your eye.

“guess you would’ve been eliminated, huh?”

in-ho shook his head, grinning.

“ah, well. good thing i’m the boss, then.”

all of the children laughed...even mi-hi and se-joon, who normally tried to act too composed for childish fun.

in that moment, you saw it.. how proud in-ho was. not just of how smart and careful his children were, but of the fact that they were happy.

ali abdul x you

parenting styles:

ali is incredibly caring and involved.

he’s the kind of father who checks on zoya every five minutes just to make sure she’s comfortable.

you and ali are the same when it comes to parenting.

both of you are gentle, patient, and full of love.

zoya will never doubt that she is loved.

between you and ali, she is surrounded by warmth and affection every single day.

how many kids?:

just zoya, your baby girl who's ten months old.

what does zoya look like? what is her personality like?:

she looks exactly like you, to the point where people joke that ali had no part in her genetics.

big, expressive eyes that sparkle with mischief even though she’s so young.

zoya is quiet most of the time, but has a silly side that comes out around the people she loves.

she is already so smart for her age, even though she’s just a baby.

ali had just gotten home from work when he stepped into the kitchen, greeted by the sight of you sitting at the table with zoya in her high chair.

your baby girl had not been cooperative with her dinner.

zoya sat in her chair, staring suspiciously at the spoonful of mashed veggies you were holding. the girl's tiny lips were pursed shut, her chubby arms crossed over her little chest.

you sighed, placing the spoon down in defeat.

“she’s refusing to eat her veggies again.”

ali chuckled, setting his bag down before walking over.

“oh? is that true, zoya?”

zoya blinked up at him, her big eyes widening slightly at the sight of her father.

ali grinned, crouching down beside her high chair.

“ah, my little princess,” he cooed, gently poking her round cheek.

“you must eat to grow strong.”

zoya simply turned her head dramatically, making you laugh.

ali shook his head playfully.

“alright, alright. baba will help.”

he grabbed the spoon, scooping up a small amount of the mashed veggies.

then, with a soft whooshing sound, he started moving the spoon in the air like an airplane.

“look, zoya! the airplane is coming in for a landing… open up!”

zoya giggled, her tiny hands reaching out to grab the imaginary plane.

ali took the opportunity...quick but gentle, he guided the spoon into her mouth before she even realized what was happening.

she blinked, then started chewing.

your mouth dropped open.

ali smirked at you.

“see? baba knows best.”

you shook your head, laughing.

“oh, so you’re the baby whisperer now?”

zoya let out another giggle, and ali repeated the process, making more airplane noises, adding a few silly bzzz sounds for extra effect.

each time, zoya laughed harder, and each time, she took another bite.

you leaned back in your chair, watching the two of them, your heart swelling with warmth.

ali looked up at you and smiled.

“she’s eating now,” he said softly, like he could tell exactly what you were thinking.

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anxiousjarofsass · 3 days ago

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Freak a deaks in the murder games

Hmmm ...Netflix ?🤨🤨

#i see you netflix #this better be true #squid game #seong gihun #gi hun #gi hun x in ho

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carnalcrows · 2 days ago

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SWEET TREATS

pairing: thanos x male reader

synopsis: You and Thanos get high and make a bet.

content warnings: 18+, no actual smut, mostly crack, weed usage, semi-nudity (they stack donuts on their dicks).

word count: 0.7k (its pretty short lol)

It started out as a normal night.

You had a routine with Thanos—hang out at his place, mess around, talk shit, and eat whatever snacks one of you happened to bring. Tonight, you showed up at his door with a box of donuts, the good kind with the custard filling and powdered sugar that got everywhere.

Thanos answered the door in sweatpants and a hoodie, looking like he had just rolled off his couch. “What’s up?”

You lifted the box. “Brought bribes.”

He smirked, stepping aside to let you in. “That depends. Are we talking gas station donuts or real donuts?”

“The hell kinda question is that? I have standards.”

That earned you an approving nod as you strolled past him into the apartment. His place wasn’t fancy, but it was comfortable—lived-in, full of random shit that only made sense to him. Some game controllers were scattered across the floor, the TV was still on from whatever he’d been watching earlier, and a faint smell of weed hung in the air.

“Damn, man,” you said, kicking off your shoes and collapsing onto the couch. “Didn’t even wait for me to start the party?”

Thanos grabbed a lighter off the table and flopped down next to you. “Figured you’d catch up.”

And so, you did.

After a few lazy hits, the both of you were comfortably buzzed, passing the blunt back and forth between bites of donuts. The conversation meandered from deep philosophical debates (which superhero had the worst life) to aggressively stupid topics (could a horse wear pants, and if so, how).

Everything was good. Relaxed. Just another night hanging out—until Thanos, in his infinite wisdom, leaned forward and changed the course of history.

"Alright," he said, looking at you with a sudden intensity that was both alarming and hilarious. "New bet."

You took another bite of your donut, already skeptical. “Oh, this should be good.”

Thanos smirked. “Whoever can stack the most donuts on their dick… wins.”

A beat of silence.

You blinked. “What.”

“You heard me.”

“No, no, I did. I just—” You gestured vaguely, like the sheer stupidity of the challenge was too big to be contained by words. “You want us to—what? Balance donuts on our junk like some kind of carnival game?”

Thanos shrugged, completely unfazed. “Scared you’ll lose?”

You sat up, narrowing your eyes. “I’d win.”

“Big talk for a guy who hasn’t even tried.”

“Oh, screw you, I’m in.”

And just like that, the dumbest competition of your lives began.

What followed was a series of events that neither of you would ever be able to explain to another human being.

The concentration. The frustration. The pure, unfiltered determination.

"Dude, stop laughing," you gritted out, trying to balance another donut.

"I'm not laughing," Thanos wheezed, very much laughing.

You threw a pillow at his face. "You're shaking the damn couch, you menace!"

"Not my fault you're weak," he shot back, squinting down at his own tower of donuts with the intensity of a man trying to solve a complex physics equation.

For a moment, silence. The air was thick with tension. Your focus was absolute.

Then—victory.

"HA!" you shouted, hands flying up as the last donut successfully stacked on top of your pile, beating Thanos by one.

Thanos blinked, looking from your donut tower to his, then back to you. Slowly, his expression darkened.

"Motherfucker—"

Before he could finish, he lunged. You barely had time to react before you were wrestling like two idiots, rolling off the couch in a tangle of limbs, crushed donut remains, and wheezy, half-giggled insults.

"Take the L, loser!"

"Screw you, rematch!"

"You wanna cry about it?"

The playfight ended when you both collapsed back onto the couch, exhausted, crumbs everywhere, Thanos half on top of you. He was still grumbling under his breath about his defeat, but you could feel the laughter shaking his shoulders.

You yawned, stretching lazily. "Admit it. I'm the donut stacking champion."

Thanos huffed, but you could see the corner of his mouth twitch. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

A comfortable silence settled between you, the warmth of the room mixing with the leftover haze in your brain. Thanos didn't move off you, and you didn't make him (even though his dick was uncomfortably lodged between your thighs). You were both too tired to care.

"...Next time," Thanos mumbled, eyes fluttering shut, "I'm bringing bagels. Just wait."

You snorted, already half-asleep. "You're on."

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