#nam-gyu x fem! reader

[celestialmatcha7]

broken promises pt. 2 | nam-gyu (player 124) [VERY ANGSTY VERSION]

pairing: baby daddy! nam-gyu x fem! reader

wc: 1.4k

genre: angst

summary: y/n is struggling to make ends meet as she juggles her demanding job and raising their daughter, mei, on her own. when an unexpected encounter pulls her into a dangerous game, she finds herself facing a choice that could change everything. but when an old face reappears, emotions clash, and y/n is forced to confront the past she’s been running from.

author's note: hope you enjoy it!! pt 3 is coming out soon. <333

Your exhaustion weighs on your bones, each step home feeling like wading through thick mud. Mei had cried all night, and after a long diner shift, you're barely holding it together. Sleep has become a luxury you can’t afford.

Your bank account is nearly empty, bills piled up on the counter, and Nam-gyu is nowhere to be found. He chose his life over your daughter, leaving you to navigate the storm alone.

As you trudge down the dimly lit street, a man in a sharp suit steps into your path.

"Excuse me, miss," he says smoothly. "You look like someone who could use an opportunity."

Your instincts scream to walk away, but the desperation in your chest keeps you rooted. "I’m not interested," you say, voice steady.

He chuckles, pulling out a red and blue ddakji tile. "One round. Win, and you get 100,000 won. Lose, and I get to slap you."

Your stomach churns, but the thought of Mei needing formula keeps you still. "…Fine."

The first slap lands quickly, stinging your skin. Then another. By the third, your cheek burns, but finally—you win.

The man smirks, handing you the money and a sleek black card. "Call this number if you want to make more."

You stare at the card in your hand, heart pounding. You know it’s not just a game. But standing there, drowning in debt, you realize something terrifying—you might not have a choice.

That night, you sit on the edge of your bed, Mei asleep in her crib, her tiny fingers curled into a fist. You know you should throw the card away—pretend you never met that man. But the pain in your cheek and the weight of your empty bank account hold you in place.

Your thumb hovers over the keypad. Then, before you can stop yourself, you dial.

The line rings once. Twice.

“I was expecting your call,” a smooth voice answers.

You swallow hard. “I… I want to make more money.”

“Good. Meet me tomorrow night. I’ll send the location. Come alone.”

The call ends before you can ask anything else.

Alone.

That means Mei has to stay somewhere.

The next evening, you carefully place Mei in your mother’s arms, forcing a smile as you kiss your baby’s forehead. Mei coos softly, curling her tiny fingers around your shirt, sensing your hesitation.

“I’ll be back soon,” you whisper, gently prying Mei’s hand away.

Your mother sighs. “You’ve been working too hard, sweetheart. Are you sure you’re okay?”

No. Not even close.

“I’m fine, Mom,” you lie. “Just picking up an extra shift.”

Your mother still looks worried but nods. “Alright. Be careful.”

You mutter a quiet “thank you” before turning away, walking out before your resolve can crumble.

The meeting point is an abandoned street behind an old warehouse. A small group of strangers stands nearby, shifting uncomfortably. No one speaks.

Then, a black van pulls up. The doors slide open.

No explanations. No instructions. Just silent expectation.

One by one, people step inside. You hesitate for only a second before following. The doors slam shut.

Then—hiss.

A sickly sweet scent fills the air.

Your vision blurs. Your limbs feel heavy.

The last thing you see is Mei’s face in your mind—before everything fades to black.

You wake up to murmurs and shuffling footsteps, your head pounding as you force your eyes open. The air feels cold, sterile, and the harsh glow of fluorescent lights stings your eyes.

Blinking away the haze, you push yourself up, freezing as you take in your surroundings.

Rows upon rows of steel bunk beds stretch across the massive room, stacked high like something out of a prison. Dozens—no, hundreds—of people move around in confusion, all dressed the same.

You glance down.

A green tracksuit.

The number 369 stitched onto the fabric.

Your pulse quickens. This isn’t a job. This isn’t some harmless opportunity.

Something is very, very wrong.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you scan the room for answers—for a way out. But as the reality sinks in, one terrifying thought grips you.

You don’t know where you are.

And worse—you don’t know what’s coming next.

Just as you’re about to turn away, something catches your eye. Nam-gyu. He shifts slightly, his attention momentarily pulled away from the guy in purple hair.

And then, he sees you.

His gaze locks onto yours. In that split second, the smile on his face drops completely, replaced by shock—then something you can’t quite read. Guilt, maybe? Regret?

But it vanishes almost as quickly as it appeared.

His shoulders tense, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if he’s unsure whether to approach or walk away. The weight of the years apart hangs heavy between you, but the anger builds in your chest, strong and undeniable.

You stand still, waiting for him to make a move. His expression shifts, now mixed with something you can’t quite place—dread?

But you won’t flinch. Not this time. You hold his gaze, heart pounding, waiting.

Nam-gyu takes a deep breath, his posture stiff. He steps toward you slowly, the tension in the air thick.

"Look, I know you’re pissed, but—" he starts, his voice low, almost hesitant.

You don’t wait for him to finish. "You think I’m just pissed?" you snap, stepping closer. "You left us, Nam-gyu. You disappeared without a word. You didn’t care."

His eyes flicker with something like guilt, but there’s no apology. Not yet. He rubs his hand through his hair, shifting uncomfortably under your stare. You can see the struggle, but it’s too late.

"It wasn’t like that," he mutters, barely above a whisper. "Things got… complicated."

You laugh, bitter and sharp. "Complicated? You chose your lifestyle over our daughter. You chose that over me—over our family. How is that complicated? You made your choice, and it wasn’t us."

Nam-gyu winces, the weight of your words sinking in. He stumbles for an excuse, but none comes. "I didn’t want this for us. I didn’t want to be that person. Things got out of control, and I thought… maybe you’d be better off without me."

Your eyes narrow, shaking your head. "Better off without you?" you repeat. "You really think we’d be better off if you left us to fend for ourselves? Left me alone with no help, no support? I’m drowning, Nam-gyu. Mei’s drowning, and you think that’s what’s best? You thought that was okay?"

He looks away, his face twisted in guilt, but it’s too little, too late. "I didn’t want you to do it alone," he whispers. "I should’ve been there."

You’re shaking with anger, barely able to stand it. "Yeah, you messed up. You abandoned us, and now you think you can just come back and make it better? You left us in this mess, Nam-gyu. I had to pick up every piece of the life you shattered."

He opens his mouth, trying to say something, but nothing comes out. You don’t give him a chance to.

With one last, sharp roll of your eyes, you turn away.

You don’t look back.

[pukah]

please can you do some Nam-gyu, dae ho or Myung-gi Twitter links 😭🙏🙏

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NAM-GYU

— movie night

— bouncing on his dick

— anal

— pulling on your hair

— loves seeing you on top

— reverse cowgirl

— gripping your tits and fucking you

— sharing you w thanos

KANG DAE-HO

— pounding into you

— won’t admit it but he loves hearing you call him that

— fucking your tits

— fishnets

— riding his cock

— fucking up into you

LEE MYUNG-GI

— thinking about you..

— hitting your g-spot

— fucking you into the bed

— making you squirt all over

— car sex

— favorite hobby

[voxslays]

THICK INK — THANOS

Warnings: Smut, AFAB!reader, Reader is called ‘good girl’, doggy style (mention), daddy kink, hand kink, & a tattoo kink (sort of??) A/N: This is a request for @absandersongf. I hope you enjoyed and it’s up to your standards!!! Sorry it took me so long to write, I had a couple other requests queued. I hope you enjoy it though! <3

✧ Thanos loves the way your hands roam his back as he fucks you mercilessly. Your slender fingers roaming over his large back tattoo. What does the tattoo say, you ask? His name, in Korean.

✧ At first, you didn’t care for it. You thought it looked stupid, and he only got it to fuel his already large ego—which was true. But regardless, you had grown to like it.

✧ Every time the two of you make out…or go farther than that, your fingers roam over his back affectionately—as a sign you now approve of his back marking that he had tried so hard to get you to like.

✧ You didn’t like the tattoo. No, you loved it. In a way, it was like a special secret the two of you shared (even though it was partially visible), and the way your fingers rub his upper back as he thrusts into you only makes him harder.

✧ One night, as a joke, you called him ‘daddy,’ just to get his reaction. The end result was him pounding into you from behind as he leaned you over the marbled kitchen counter all night. But you took it like the good girl you are.

✧ Now, not only does Thanos have a hand kink (sort of), and a tattoo kink—but thanks to you, he now has a daddy kink as well. He can’t even help it! He doesn’t know why, but it makes his ego inflate.

[samzzarella]

Closer 😩

~pairing: se-mi / player 380 x fem!reader

~ fluff, drunk se-mi, confessions

Se-mi still hadn’t called you back. You sighed, tucking your phone away. Unwilling to chase her, you hadn’t gone further than a missed call and a few texts. But you couldn’t get her out of your mind, couldn’t stop thinking about the things you’d overheard her saying to Min-su

°°••....••°°

The night before, you’d gone to hang out at Nam-gyu’s with a couple of friends. Se-mi had been acting weird for the past few days, distant. She hadn’t been spending any time with you, or looking you in the eye. She was your best friend, and you had hardly spoken to her properly in a week. You decided not to confront her and cause a scene in front of everyone, and instead did your best to distract yourself. You chatted with Thanos, because at the very least conversations with him were pretty entertaining. You drank and laughed, letting all thoughts of your best friend seep out of your mind.

But of course, it didn’t last long. You were helping Nam-gyu refill everyone’s drinks when he asked you, “Where did Se-mi go? Could you find her and ask her if she wants a refill? Yeah and that Min-su too”. You really didn’t want to, but if you refused, you knew he would start asking questions that you did not have the energy to answer.

You begrudgingly headed up the stairs to find them, eventually seeing them having a tense conversation in the darkened hallway. You could’nt hear the words she was saying, but it didn't seem like they were fighting. You stayed out of sight, creeping a bit closernto hear what they were saying, figuring that the conversation must be about you.

“I just, ugh I don't know what to do? I mean, she’s my best friend, you know, and these stupid feelings just make things too complicated. If she knew how I felt I’m sure she would hate me. She would never talk to me again. I can't risk that. You know I’m not a coward. Telling her… would just make things worse. But I just can’t bear to be around her knowing that she won’t ever feel the same. I mean, have you seen the way she looks at that co-worker friend of hers. That stupid guy, I just hate him”, she was speaking faster than you could keep up with. What was she talking about? She liked you? You could hardly believe it, someone like her having feelings for you and being so overwhelmed by those feelings that she hadn’t even realized yours. The only reason you had brought a friend from work for a gathering was to make her jealous, but it seemed to have worked too well. She thought you actually liked him?

You couldn’t keep listening to this. “Se-mi?”, you couldn’t keep the surprise out of your voice. She spun around when she heard you, her expression painted with horror. “Did you hear all that?”, her jaw clenched, her piercing gaze shattering any will you had to confront her. In this situation, how were you supposed to tell her that you too had feelings for her? Before any words could come out of your mouth, Min-su interjected, “What’s up? Are the others calling us?” You sputtered out a yes, and Min-su hurriedly pulled Se-mi with him down the stairs, unwilling to be in the middle of whatever was brewing between you too. You stood there stunned for a few minutes before heading downstairs youself.

Se-mi was pulling on her jacket. “I’m leaving. I’ll see you guys later”, she didn’t meet your gaze as she slammed the door shut behind her. Ever clueless, Thanos asked you, “What happened?”

“Um, nothing. I dunno”. You were grateful that Min-su didn’t say anything either.

You couldn’t bear to be there a second longer and decided to just head home. When you reached your apartment, you immediately called Se-mi, but she hadn’t picked up. She’d even ignored your texts. There was nothing you could do but wait for her to reach out.

°°••....••°°

Your phone ringing shook you out of your thoughts. She finally called you back! And you could tell her everything and… nope it was just Thanos. Rolling your eyes, you picked up, your tone uninterested when you answered. But upon hearing the worry in his voice you were instantly on high alert. “Listen, you have to get here right now. I don’t know what you did to my girl Se-mi, but she’s turnt. I legit have never seen her like this”, he was, for some reason, almost rapping this information to you, and your brain was struggling to keep up with how fast he was talking. “What? Where are you?”, you questioned.

“Oh, we’re at my place”.

“Ok, I’ll be there in a bit”.

You were getting more worried every minute that passed by as you drove to Thanos’ apartment. Se-mi never got drunk. She didn’t like being vulnerable around others, in public. And especially not if it was with Thanos and Nam-gyu, because even though they were your close friends, you would definitely say they weren’t the most responsible guys. You pulled up to the building, nearly jumping out of your car.

°°••....••°°

She-mi rubbed her temples with a groan. It was such a stupid fucking idea to come here, knowing that the only advice Thanos would give in this situation was to get shit-faced. And of course, being a heartbroken idiot, she listened.

God, you’d overheard everything, all the feelings she had tried too hard to hide from you. In the end, all she could do was run away, and now your friendship was ruined.

The doorbell rang, practically drilling a hole in her head. Nam-gyu nibbled over to the door, pulling it open to reveal you standing there. “Se-mi, c’mon I’m taking you back home, you’re staying with me”. Even in her inebriated state, she knew there was no fighting it, and she wasn’t in any position to anyway. She obliged, letting you loop your arm around hers and pull her up. Saying a quick goodbye to the others, you led her to your car, setting her in the passenger seat and buckled her seatbelts before she had a chance to fall over. As you drove home, you kept checking to make sure she was alright as she began to doze off.

°°••....••°°

You held Se-mi up as you entered your apartment. She was held so close to you that you could smell the alcohol, as well as her own scent lingering underneath. Setting her down on the sofa, you filled a glass of water, bringing it to her. “Finish all of it okay?”, your voice was gentle. She emptied the glass and set it down, turning to face you. She looked up at you with wide, vulnerable eyes, her expression making your insides melt.

“Why are you taking care of me?”.

Your eyebrows furrowed, “You're my best fr- you're the most important person to me. Of course I'll take care of you”.

“Even after what you heard? Do I not… make you feel weird?”, she looked away, unable to meet your eyes. With a gentle hand on her chin, you pulled her gaze up to yours.

“I don’t feel weird because… I feel the same way Se-mi. I always have”. You didn’t even realize what was happening when, the next moment, her lips were on yours, soft and sweet. Instinctively, your hands reached up to grip her hair, hers cupping your jaw. Heat flared through your entire body as her tongue pushed into your mouth, the kisses becoming deep and hungry. You pulled away from her, both of you breathless.

Unable to read the expression on your face, she began to stutter out an apology. “I’m sorry… that was sudden and I didn't even ask or anyth-” “It’s okay Se-mi, I..uh…I wanted to kiss you too. But you’re drunk and I don't want to take advantage of you or something so…” “Hmm”, was all she replied, her eyelids dropping, and you could sense the exhaustion setting over her. You chuckled, “Let’s get you to bed alright?”. You helped her to your room, getting her settled with whatever she needed. As you were turning around, Se-mi grabbed onto your hand, grumbling sleepily, “Where are you going?”

“Oh I was gonna go sleep on the sofa…”

“Just c’mere”, she pulled you onto the bed. With a small laugh you settled in next to her, rubbing little circle on her arm. Wrapping her arms around you, snuggling her face into your hair. She let out a content smile, immediately falling asleep.

She looked so peaceful in her sleep, calm and relaxed, and you couldn't believe she was here with you, bundled up in your arms. Slowly, you too followed into the realm of sleep, chest rising and falling along with hers.

p.s. pls send requests for other squid game characters (especially headcanons), or even for any of the other fandoms I write for. <3

pt. 2…smut…? ;)

[snickerdoodlebaby]

Eat It - Namgyu x reader SMUT [pt.2]

This is part 2/2

Part 1 is here

Warnings: SMUT, dark themes, dub-con, dumbification, humiliation, spitting, v penetration, he steps on you, Namgyu is a sadist

Enjoy the filthiness ♡

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚

Your cheeks burn at his words and you’re sure your face is bright red right now. Eat it. Does he actually expect you to bend down and humiliate yourself like that?

“If you want your food so bad, lick it off the fucking floor.”

He was one hundred percent serious.

You’re trembling in fright and embarrassment as you lower yourself to the floor. He stares down at you and you wonder if he actually expected you to do it or not — you can never read him. Everything in your nature was screaming obedience, the eye contact with him from that kneeling position at his feet cemented that feeling even more.

He scoffed above you.

“Wow.” He marveled quietly at how easy it was to control you. What a pathetic excuse for a person you were. You then lower your shoulders to the ground, splaying your hands out on the cold concrete to balance yourself like a dog.

Your tongue tentatively pokes out and licks up some rice. You tried to ignore the fact that it looked dirty. Tears welled up in your eyes as you swallowed it and looked up at him. He was looming over you, a dark shadow over his face, to get a better look at you.

Right now you were very grateful that the two of you were out of view from the other players.

“What, full already little doggy?” He said when he noticed your hesitancy, raising his eyebrows mockingly at you. He wondered how far he could push you, what else would you do? He was getting so fucking hard at the thought. The sight of your runny mascara wasn’t helping in that department either.

“You need something to wash it down, huh? Didn't taste too good??” He spoke in a degrading tone and took a step closer to you. He was now directly above your kneeling form, your neck craned all the way back to look up at him. Pieces of his soft black hair fell from behind his ears and in front of his face.

“Open your mouth.” The instruction was simple, but your brain still short-circuited at it. What? There were no thoughts in your empty brain except for obeying your tormentor and the warm buzz of humiliation, so when your mouth fell open dumbly, he grinned.

Your silly head couldn’t comprehend what he was doing when he pursed his lips. The recognition hit you when a big blob of spit fell onto your tongue. You whined and keened up at him, your damp eyelashes fluttering. It was warm and beginning to slide down your throat and chin, the action caused an intense throb between your legs. You looked into his eyes and swallowed it on instinct. Not all of it made it in, some droplets dribbling onto your shirt and his shoes.

You winced at how dirty you felt just then.

The look on his face was almost psychotic. A dangerous realization hit Namgyu then. You’d really let him do anything to you.

All reservations flew out the window for him. He nudges your knee with his shoe. “Clean that up, cunt. You got my shoe dirty.” Your will was hardly there at this point because you bent down immediately, like a trained puppy. Your tongue hits the dirty rubber and laps up the spit there, now cold.

Your urge to cry returns again when he tries to shove it more into your slobbery dirty mouth to see you coat it in your saliva. His shoe suddenly disappears from the ground beneath you as he moves to press it slowly on top of your head.

The dirty sole was messing up your hair as he shoved your face into the cold cement flooring. “There’s no brain in there, is there?” You moan unabashedly as Namgyu steps on you. He’s exasperated.

“Hahh…That’s so fucked. Why are the quiet girls always the fucking freaks?” If you were thinking straight you’d realize what a hypocrite he was. His dick was pressing painfully against his sweats, and your panties clung to your heat with how drenched they were. I guess you were both freaks.

~~~

After lunch time you didn’t want to show your face ever again. It’s not like anyone saw what happened between you two, but the realization of how much of a mental chokehold Namgyu had on you terrified you. You saw how much he enjoyed making you suffer at his hand, that was obvious. But you had no idea you’d feel so good being on the receiving end.

You were questioning what the fuck was wrong with you.

These frightening thoughts raced in your head as the lights turned off in the large room, and your head sunk into your pillow. Maybe you could just hide under your blanket in your bunk bed forever.

Namgyu couldn’t resist the pull to you, and you put up no fight whatsoever. That’s why an hour later you’re pressed against the back wall in bed while he’s fucking a cold glass bottle in and out of your cunt. The one each player was given for lunch earlier, but emptied of its contents.

His black eyes are dialed in on your contorting face, carefully watching every wince and whimper you make. You mewled as he pushed the bottle in too deep, instinctually reaching down to push it out. He slapped your hand away swiftly and gripped your thighs apart with aggressive vigor.

“Take it. Take it up your greedy cunt.” His voice was low and hot against your face. His expression was crazed. Namgyu was in awe at how fantastic it felt to break you. How moldable and easy you were, he can’t take his eyes off you as he’s causing you pain and pleasure, your wet teary face and pink cheeks make him impossibly hard. Your eyebrows furrowed and you looked so desperate, he wanted to ruin your appearance even more. The way you whimpered and cried when he was mean to you?

God it turned him on.

You bit the back of your hand, trying to silence yourself and halfway succeeding. Your pussy clenched around the neck of the bottle at the thought of someone waking up and seeing you in this pathetic state. Namgyu’s frame was hunched over you, giving you a little bit of cover.

If someone looked over at your bunk all they’d see is Namgyu bent over and flexing his arm back and forth. What they would hear is embarrassing wet squelching, the sound made your ears burn and fresh tears roll down your cheeks. He suddenly pulls the bottle out of you with a pop. The veins on his hands prominent as he holds it up to your face to force you to have a look.

It was glossy and dripping with your slick all the way down to his fingers.

You whine in embarrassment and he shoves your hand away from your face, replacing it with his own sweaty palm to shut you up. His warm tongue slides up your cheek, tasting your salty tears as he groans low in his chest.

He loves playing with you, he’s giddy, he’s gleeful — ecstatic with the knowledge that there’s NOTHING you won’t let him do.

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚

Thanks for your reading & support! I have a smut blurb about Thanos up next, and lots more ideas with Namgyu ❤︎

[startaegi]

CHAPTER 001 . . .

in which namgyu breaks the heart of his childhood sweetheart and tries to piece it back together again while fighting death.

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You often wondered about the first moment you fell in love. It happened so gradually that you couldn't quite recall the moment it finally clicked. The same thought followed you in the small hours of the night, on the long work days when your feet and back ached, and especially on the days when you missed his presence most.

It had been the summer of 2008 when you first met him. You were a bright eyed eleven year old, too innocent for the world. The sun had finally started shining after a long week of summer showers and so your sketch pads laid against the hot pavement, pencils scattered around you. Your bottom lip was jutted in concentration, hands flying across the paper, a brown pencil tucked between your fingers.

You paused as a shadow blocked the sunlight casting darkness across your drawing. You slowly glanced upward expecting your mother but instead a boy towered over you, eyes focused on the paper at your folded legs. You looked down and back at him again.

"That's pretty good" He said, finger pointed to the cat drawing you were currently sketching.

"Thanks" You replied, tone clipped. "Can you move? You're blocking the sunlight"

He shuffled to the side, the soles of his shoes scuffing against the pavement. He continued to hover over you for the next minute or two, eyes focused and head moving when your pencil flicked in a certain direction. You tried your best to remain cool, uncomfortable under the unknown boys stare.

You dropped the pencil, staring up at him. "What are you doing?" You questioned.

"Watching you" He replied matter of factly.

"It's creepy"

He shrugged. "As i've heard before"

His words softened your gaze a little. You knew what kids were like. Their mean words, their horrid actions. You had known it a little too well, it was the reason you chose to stay so close guarded. Even at eleven you knew how cruel the world could be.

You straightened your back, apologetically looking back at him. "I didn't mean that" You said sincerely.

"It's okay, i'm used to it" He laughed it off. "Do you live here?" The boy pointed to the house behind you, the one with the windows pulled open and the trot music lowly drifting out.

"Yeah" You admitted, a little embarrassed.

He scratched the back of his arm, a red mark, almost like a burn, stood out against his pale skin. "Cool, we're neighbours" He beamed.

Hyehwa Station was fairly empty for a Saturday night. The only sounds came from the racketing trains passing through and the footsteps of the commuters heading home after their 9 to 5's. You wrapped the coat tighter around yourself, attempting to savour the warmth and took a seat at the empty bench. The small screen read ten minutes until the next train to Itaewon. You let out a sigh stretching your legs. The long work hours were slowly killing you.

Too busy trying not to fall asleep you took no notice of the person now sat beside you, too tired to care, until he loudly cleared his throat. You looked to your right, a well dressed man smiled, a little menacing if you were honest, at you, briefcase at his side. You smiled awkwardly back, bowing your head slightly out of politeness.

"Would you like to play a game?" The man questioned, the same uncanny smile on his face.

The unsettling feeling of dread settled in your stomach. You moved closer to the edge of the bench, as far from him as you could. "Excuse me?" You replied.

His head titled to the side, facial expression frozen. "Would you like to play a game?" He repeated.

"No thank you" You muttered under your breath.

The stranger didn't reply instead he stood up, opening the briefcase on the now empty spot he had once been sitting. You watched him in confusion, you didn't have the time or energy to be dealing with the strange people that frequented the subway stations. You pinched the bridge between your eyebrows, sighing loudly.

"Would you like to play a game?" He asked again as if stuck on a record.

"Look-" You started, turning to face him but froze momentarily. "What?" You asked dumbfounded.

Enough money to pay the month's rent gleamed up at you. Stacks upon stacks of Korean won sat neatly in the briefcase. You glanced up at him and back at the bills again. You didn't hesitate before asking, "What's the game?"

The man's eyes sparkled, his smile somehow becoming wider. He reminded you of something from the horror comics you used to read as a child.

He reached into the case pulling out two envelopes, red and blue. "Ddakji" He said, gaze fixated on you. "I'm sure you know how to play"

You hadn't in years, you'd probably only played it once or twice but you nodded nonetheless.

His twinkling eyes crinkled with a smile, "Win and i'll give you 100,000 won. Lose and you'll receive a punishment." He paused. "Ready?"

Your brows furrowed. "Punishment?"

"Just a light slap"

At this point you didn't care, you would've taken any punishment if it meant winning the money in that briefcase and you were winning it.

"Okay" You agreed, standing up and shrugging the backpack from your shoulders, then placing it onto the bench.

Five rounds later and you were 100,000 won richer. Your left cheek throbbed, your eyes filled with tears. Your mouth tasted metallic from the cuts you'd bit into your cheeks in frustration. He was too good at this, his calmness told you he'd done it one too many times.

"Congratulations, Y/N-ssi" The man applauded, slowly clapping.

You stared back at him through hooded eyes, attempting to catch your breath. He stretched out a hand, fingers delicately picking up the stack of cash and passing it to you. You quickly snatched it, scared he would take it away from you and tucked it safely into the pocket of your coat.

He closed the case, turning to face you cheerfully. It seemed this man didn't know how to be upset. He reached into his pocket, taking out a small brown card and holding it out for you. You hesitated but took it from his grasp. Three symbols stared up you, a square, a triangle and a circle.

"Call the number on the back if you're interested in winning a lot more" He said, bowing in your direction and then taking off towards the exit.

You flipped it over and truth be told a number was there. Your mouth twisted, mind in battle with itself. If it was another game of ddakji or even worse, some other childhood game, you'd be screwed, you would be loosing whatever money was up for grabs in the first round. Your childhood was spent in comic books and colouring pencils, or in textbooks and homework, not on the playground with other kids playing games, you'd have no idea how too.

Your mind contemplated it over on the train ride home, occupying your running thoughts with something else for once. You entered the cold apartment at almost midnight, instantly throwing yourself face down onto the bed. Your backpack and coat still on. You let your body sink into the mattress, exhaling loudly. The apartment was silent, so quiet you could hear the refrigerator humming and the wind rattling against the windows.

These were the nights when your mind went to him. When it was quiet. When it was your heartbeat you could hear and not his underneath you. You flipped onto your back, backpack digging into you, moving uncomfortably you pulled it from your shoulders tossing it onto the floor. Your fingers found your pockets taking out the brown card, staring intently at the phone number. When had your life become such a shit show, when had accepting a beating from a stranger in the subway station for 100,000 become the normal. This wasn't how you planned it for yourself. You often wondered where it all went wrong.

previous next masterlist playlist

note . . . i had to give the reader an age to make the story make sense!! i listened to rosé’s album on repeat writing this chapter and it fits the plot perfectly. layout inspo for entire series belongs to @ourseasone

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[mimipolo]

I MEAN... Nam-gyu x Female guard 🧎‍♀️

THAT WOULD BE CRAZYYY

(NSFW) 🤭

Nam-gyu x femguard! reader

Sorry for being gone a family member of mine died🙁

I actually enjoyed writing this a lot so I hope you like it!

Anyone that knows how to make my posts prettier please hmu💔

The games were getting boring, the high the drugs have him initially didn't hit the same and his body constantly craved for another outlet. It was infuriating, it was like his body ached to release this frustration he couldn't make out where from.

Lately though, he's felt like he's been watched by one of the guards with the square symbol on their mask, he knew it was their job and all to keep an eye on them to shoot them down when players are eliminated but damn this one guard had been staring him down hard. He'd just spare a dirty look before but now it'd been making him paranoid.

So much so it had him tossing and turning in his bed, the mattresses are too thin and pillows too flat. It was driving him mad. Sighing with new found resolution he pushed himself off his back and made his descent down the bunk. A little splash of water would do him good. He hoped at least. Or he would actually lose his shit.

Dragging his feet lazily to bang at the door for the guards to open it. He didn't bother being polite, watching other people's experiences it was easier to let them know you're serious about going from the get go. And it worked. A circle guard begrudgingly opened the door and escorted him to the bathroom.

He'd spent quite a bit of time just staring at himself in the mirror blankly as he watched the water trickle down his face to the sink bowl below. The constant battling with the morals of himself and why he deserved to be in here in the first place were clouding his mind without the mind nulling effects of Thanos' drugs.

Swearing dismissively at his own thoughts he pushed himself off the sink and walks out of the bathroom. Except this time he's greeted by a square guard rather than the circle one from before, the fact alone had the hairs at the back of his neck stand on end as he warily followed after them at the silent gesture of their head.

He finds himself being backed up into the bathroom again, the door now closing with a resounding click that had him on edge immediately as his eyes scanned his surroundings then back on you.

"What do you want huh?"

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One thing lead to another and now he's backed up against the furthest wall from the door, his breaths coming out heavy as he looks down at you. It doesn't seem like you have a weapon on you but he really isn't feeling like fucking around and finding out.

And then you're pulling off your mask, pushing it off and tucking your hair to one side.

You're beautiful.

It takes him a second to collect himself as: first off he didn't expect you to be a woman, and second why do you have the prettiest eyes he's ever seen? Now he's enjoying this tension, you're staring him down still and you look oddly familiar. But he doesn't give a shit right now, he's been feeling so pent up this whole time and you're presenting a perfect opportunity to let go a little.

Before you can open your mouth to speak he's smashing his lips against yours amateurly, slim hands working their way down your back until one reaches your ass and squeezes hopelessly. His sudden neediness catches you by surprise but it's not unwelcome as you also let your hands roam up to his hair and down his chest causing him to sigh deeply against your lips.

He pulls away for a split moment, lips connected by spit and he's grasping clumsily at the zip of your uniform, pressing his already growing hard on against your thigh.

"Is that why you've been watching me so closely, huh?" he says between breaths.

"You want me right?"

"This is only for my benefit... don't get it twisted." you murmur between his rushed kisses, your hands finding themselves on the same sink he leaned on before.

"Yeah you keep believin' that, it's gonna change soon..."

He can't believe how fast his heart is beating just from seeing you shirtless in front of him. Had it really been that long?Who cares. There's a woman in front of him panting in his ear and he wasn't about to pass up this beautiful blessing.

Surprisingly he's more considerate of the maintenance of your uniform as he pulls the tracksuit down to your hips and let's it pool at your ankles. He can't help but bite deep marks into your collar when you cautiously push your hair out of the way causing you to gasp slightly.

He's pushing his hips hard against yours, each rock of his body sending shivers down both your spines as he grasps you harder. One hand is fondling your tits, tracing the outline of your bra with such focus it almost irked you.

"Think we're both worked up enough, just lemme fuck you, please..."

His words are whispered in short breaths against the base of your neck as he gives kitten licks to your collarbone. His half lidded eyes shoot up to yours excitedly when he feels the small hum of your approval against his lips. You'd honestly been waiting forever, quickly growing tired of squeezing your thighs together and resisting the urge to meet his dry thrusts against you.

He's kissing you even more passionately than before, reciprocating had made you accidentally nick his lip with your teeth. Your eyes widen when you taste the metallic crimson on your tongue and you're pulling away to apologize.

He's huffing softly like he's disappointed you bothered stopping and licks the blood from his busted lip, then yours before moving in to kiss you again.

Apparently unafraid of getting nicked again.

Slender fingers pull your panties down to pool at your ankles alongside your uniform, rushing to pull his own tracksuit off. You help him shrug off his jacket and pull his pants down for him earning a strained whine from him when your barely brush his crotch.

Pecking your lips repeatedly as he pulls down his boxers and crowds your space, forcing you to lean against the sink more. But he keeps moving forwards, lifting up your hips slightly so you're slightly sat on the ceramic top so you kick your tracksuit off completely, then he starts to line himself up against you.

He gasps sharply when the tip pushes against your clit, his body hunching over slightly as his head falls. Repeating the action a few more times, smearing his pre cum all over your pussy, making more of a mess than you initially planned to clean up. But it's like his mind is somewhere else completely, occasional whimpers leaving his throat, pink lips he bit down on harshly as he rubbed his cock against your folds.

"You feel so n-nice... not even inside you yet. Who woulda thought h-huh?"

And he's finally nudging himself inside, stretching you out more than what you were prepared for making you bite your lip as you place a firm hand over your mouth to muffle the moan about to leave your lips. He grins stupidly at the sight as he finally bottoms out. He's holding your hips in a death binding grip and you wish he would move already. What you didn't know is that he's internally willing himself not to cum on the spot. He definitely needed this.

Without any warning he's slamming his hips into yours, the hand over your mouth that had relaxed tightening again to quiet your sounds. You honestly thought he was stupid for a moment, not even caring for the sounds that fell from his own lips as his eyes locked with yours, their dusted hazily from the pleasure of your walls wetly wrapped around him. The sounds coming from your wetness was embarassing enough, reaching your ears and making them burn.

"F-uck...so good could finish right now...don't think I can pull o-out."

What? Can't pull out? Your eyes widen at the statement and one of your hands leave the edge of the sink to roughly tug at his hair to snap him out of it but you're met with a loud moan in response. The strong verbal feedback from the action that was meant to be harsh startled you slightly, but the sound he made went straight to your core, making you squeeze around him tighter. You're slowly forgetting what you had wanted to say as your body's response and your hand in his hair triggers his urge to finally cum.

Pressing his pelvis harder against you with each snap of his hips so your clit gets stimulated. You let go of your grip on the sink completely now, one hand dug tightly in his hair and the other clawing gently at the nape of his neck. You're slightly surprised his grip on your hips is enough to support you and honestly if he was more aware he'd be surprised too.

But he's not, he's pushing himself into you deeper and deeper and you swear his trying to shoot it right into your womb. Silent whines rack your body as he tucks his head into your neck, inhaling your scent deeply.

Then he's cumming, deep. Your eyes shoot open at the unfamiliar warm feeling filling you up. His hips are still stuttering to help you get there and you finally come undone with a small cry. The orgasm hitting harder than what you expected causing you to wrap your legs around his hips in a vice grip. His thrusts have slowed significantly, making sure he'd given you all of him before he'd even dream of stopping.

When he finally pulls out you're instantly met with the emptiness in your stomach, everything between your legs feels sticky and your legs trembled. He's panting softly against your neck and holding you close to him but now he's rubbing your back possessively as he whispers small thanks against your skin.

He's picking you up off the sink and placing you back on your feet carefully, you thank him quietly for doing so. But then he's laying his jacket openly on the floor and taking you by the waist to slowly lower you onto it?

"'m not done yet...just one more I promise. It'll feel great for both of us."

Small kisses along the curve of your breasts to your cheek urge you to agree playfully and your hair splays out on the floor. This probably wouldn't be the last one.

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You hadn't meant it to become routine, really, you didn't. But somehow he was able to figure out who you were each time you were on duty. He'd put in the effort of learning the guards rotation so he knew when you'd be around to escort him back from the bathroom. You always insist that this can't be a daily think but he only smiles as he pulls off your mask for you and backs you into a nearby stall.

#needthat

[crimeandpunishments]

toxic nam-gyu headcannons!

pairing(s): namgyu (player 124) x fem! reader

content warning: namgyu is a bum, dark! namgyu, emotional abuse, slight nsfw mention, non-consensual recording, drug use, coercion

word count: 384

a/n: come get y’alls juice!

> let’s get one thing straight

> he’s the guy who says “bros before hoes!”

> thrives off the approval of his group leader (i mean we’ve seen him with thanos)

> sheep mentality

> when you guys are hanging out with his friend group and one of them pulls out a plastic baggy containing a pills

> you best believe he’ll try to coerce you into taking it, practically begging you in front of his friends

> his friends will brush it off with a laugh saying it’s fine but you can feel the anger coming off of nam-gyu

> let’s just say that ended up being a looong night

> you guys argue a lot

> and he’ll gaslight you every time

> accuses you of cheating too

> constantly threatens to break up with you

> when he can see your eyes welling up, he’ll mock you for crying claiming you care too much and snicker in your face

> he doesn’t actually want to leave you (not yet at least) and you receive a weak apology from him asking you to come over

> make-up sex

> you guys don’t do dates

> well proper dates

> even if you guys do plan a proper date, like a restaurant or cafe, he’ll stand you up

> you get a text three hours after the meet up time claiming he can’t make it

> you later found out it was because he was playing video games the whole time

> speaking of games, i feel like he’s the gamer bf type

> his room is not clean at all

> there’s dirty laundry piling up on the floor, bed unkempt, mattress stained, and a lingering stench is in the air

> he would definitely have a piss bottle

> you have to hold your breath every time you come in or you’ll get whiplash

> back to the “dates”

> the so-called proper dates consists of fucking and watching him playing his games

> dark! namgyu for a bit but he’ll secretly record you on his phone

> hella hickeys kind of person

> he needs a way to mark you

> he’s also not a big after-care person so after the sex, he’ll throw you a towel with a questionable stain and tell you to clean up

> then he just goes back to his game

> but don’t worry, he will cuddle with you as you watch him play

[ratb0yyy]

SLEEPING HEADCANONS

SQUID GAME 2 x READER

Genre - Fluff

Reader is G/N!!

Characters: Hyun-Ju, Se-mi, Dae-ho, Thanos, Nam-gyu

a/n : this might be OOC, I'm so sorry if it is !!

Cho Hyun-Ju / Player 120

• Most of the time, Hyun-Ju is the big spoon

• This is because it makes her feel like she's protecting you and keeping you safe in a way

• She'll very rarley be the little spoon

• If you insist on being the big spoon, she'll allow it and won't mind too much

• Hyun-Ju also LOVES to hold your hands in hers when you guys are sleeping

• Hyun-Ju falls asleep pretty quickly

• If you're not the type of person to fall alseep quickly, or you have insomnia, she will try her best to help you sleep

• She would play with your hair, or your fingers and talk to you till you fell asleep

• Hyun-Ju also wakes up pretty early

•She'll let you sleep in if you guys don't have something planned

• If you guys do have something planned, she will hold your face in her hands, and whisper softly, with a soft smile on her face: "s/o, it's time to get up.."

• When you wake up all groggy, she will push your hair out of your face and place a gentle kiss on your forehead

• Hyun-Ju loves to make you breakfast in the morning !! (she also just loves cooking for you in general)

Se-mi / Player 380

• Se-mi doesn't mind what position you guys cuddle in, she also doesn't care much for cuddling

• But, when she does want to cuddle, she likes to lay on your chest and listen to your heart beat

• She's not one to fall asleep quickly, so if you're like her she won't know how to help you sleep

• You and Se-mi probably stay up late alot

• If you guys are up late you're normaly just watching TV till you both fall asleep

• Se-mi also rarley gets up early in the morning (mostly cause of staying up late..)

• She would probably want to stay in bed and cuddle for a couple more minutes before getting up

•"We should probably be getting up.." You say, sleepiness still in your eyes

•"Yea.. yea.. Sure.. Just a couple more... minutes..." Se-mi responds, with no intention of getting up anytime soon

Kang Dae-ho / Player 388

• Dae-ho LOVES cuddling with you

• He doesn't care what cuddling position you guys are in

• He will hug you so hard when cuddling 😭

• Dae-ho usually falls alseep pretty quickly

• The only time he doesn't fall asleep quickly is if he's having bad memorys during his time as a marine

• When he can't sleep you'll ask him if he wants to talk about it and get it off his chest

• If he doesn't want to talk about it you guys will talk to eachother and watch your guys' favorite TV show or movie together (cuddling obviously)

• Sometimes he'll have panic attacks in the middle of the night due to nightmares reminding him of the trauma he endured as a marine

• When comforting him, you reasure him that everythings okay and that he's safe

• When you hug him and run your hands through his hair and he will slowly calm down

• It takes Dae-ho a while to fall asleep after these panic attacks

• Dae-ho is definitely morning person, so expect to be waking up early every morning 🥲

• When he wakes up he loves to admire you while you're still sleeping

• He just smiles to himself, thinking of how lucky he is to have you

Choi Su-bong / Thanos / Player 230

• Choi is sleeping on top of you 😭

• He is CLINGYY

• If you need to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night he will refuse to get off of you

• Choi doesn't fall asleep very fast, he likes to stay up late

• He prefers to stay up late with you but doesn't mind if you go to sleep before him

• He's a pretty deep sleeper, so good luck getting him up 😭

• Literally refuses to get up if you try to wake him

• He'll pull you back into bed and hug you, nuzzling his head in your neck

• "Lay with me for a little whilee.." he whines

• "How long is a little while?"

• "Just a couple minutes.." he answers, smiling

• That couple minutes turned into an hour.. 😶

Nam-gyu / player 124

• Nam-gyu goes to sleep pretty early

• He won't force you to go to sleep with him but he'll ask

• He doesn't really like going to sleep alone

• He can stay up late but prefers not to

• If you're someone who stays up late, he might get a little worried about you staying up too late

• Nam-gyu's pretty clingy, so any cuddling position is fine with him

• As long as he's touching you in some way, then he's happy

• Nam-gyu prefers to be the big spoon over little spoon

• If you want to be big spoon he'll refuse at first but then he eventually gives in to being the little spoon (he seceretly loves it)

• Nam-gyu will also play with your hair

• He's probably waking up before you

• He'll let you sleep for a little long before he gets lonley and decides to wake you up

a/n : sorry if this is buns 😭 this is my first fic

[meadowfics]

movie setting

thanos x f!exactress!reader

you run into your ex boyfriend during the squid games

warnings: death (not thanos, its his bestie instead sorry), some changes in the original plot, angst, reader is a blacklisted actress, one use of "bro" towards reader, even though reader is intended to be female.

you were once one of the most promising actresses in korea, starring in a hit drama that still lingers in people's hearts.

your career was supposed to skyrocket, but a scandal ruined everything.

the scandal wasn’t even your fault. the media twisted the story, painting you as the villain.

companies cut ties, contracts were ripped apart, and soon, you found yourself blacklisted from the industry.

millions of won in debt piled up before you could recover.

with no way to earn money, since you did not need to go to college because of your acting career..your world crumbled around you.

to make things worse, you and your longtime boyfriend, thanos, broke up right before everything went to hell.

you loved him.

maybe you still do.

however, you couldn’t drag him down with you, not when his rap career was still holding on by a thread.

he wanted to fight for you, but you wouldn’t let him.

“i’m not going to be the reason you sink too.”

after that, you disappeared from his life.

thano's drug addiction got worse when you left, but that is something that you did not know about until later.

just three months after suffering, you sat at the subway station after missing the last train of the night.

someone finds you..

the salesman.

he offers you the game. an escape. a chance at redemption.

you hesitate, but when you see the money, you know you don’t have a choice.

that’s how you end up on the colorful, dystopian stairs, walking toward your first game just five days later...

you don’t see thanos first. he sees you.

his breath catches when he spots you a few steps below, dressed in the same green tracksuit, looking just as lost and desperate as the rest.

he almost doesn’t believe it.

his ex, the woman he once held at night, the woman he let go of but never truly moved on from, is here.

“no fucking way,” he mutters under his breath, eyes burning into your back.

you feel it...

the weight of someone staring

when you finally turn, your stomach drops.

thanos.

your ex-boyfriend, the man you broke your own heart over, is right there running up the stairs towards you.

for a second, you do not move, holding up the line.

when he comes closer, you turn away, gripping the railing tightly as you climb the stairs faster.

he’s not stupid. he knows you’re avoiding him.

outside on the field..people notice you.

“wait… is that—?”

“holy shit, it’s her! from (drama series)!”

players start murmuring, pointing, whispering excitedly.

some of them grew up watching you on tv, still nostalgic over your most famous role.

“i can’t believe it! i had the biggest crush on her when i was younger!”

you try to ignore the attention, but it’s hard when people are outright gawking at you.

some are obsessed, borderline unsettling.

“you’re even prettier in person…”

you feel their stares, their fascination.

it makes your skin crawl.

thanos notices too.

his jaw clenches as people circle around you like vultures, bombarding you with questions.

usually, this is outside of his personality quirks.

however, he does not like people messing with his girl.

“so, is the scandal real?”

“did you really do it?”

you keep your head down.

you don’t owe them an answer.

thanos watches, expression unreadable as he stands next to namgyu.

he doesn’t step in. not yet.

when the first gunshot goes off, everything changes.

you’re frozen in place, watching blood splatter as bodies drop like flies.

people scream, run, beg for help, but it’s useless.

panic surges inside you, but you force yourself to keep it together.

“green light.”

you move.

you don’t think, don’t breathe,

just follow the rules and survive.

somewhere behind you, thanos does the same.

he sees you up ahead, your body tense, hands trembling at your sides.

he wants to call your name. tell you to focus.

he doesn’t.

he keeps jumping around like a joke..

its the drugs.

he kind of has a feeling that you will be fine.

thanos watches you as he jumps around in joy, pushing people down as if their lives wouldn't be taken too.

“red light.”

after surviving the massacre, you’re still shaken.

everyone is.

you sit in a corner of the room, trying to calm your breathing, when a shadow falls over you.

you don’t need to look up to know who it is.

“señorita,” thanos says, voice lower than you remember.

“you’re really here.”

you keep your eyes on the ground.

“leave me alone.”

he scoffs.

“yeah? and how’s that been working out for you?”

you don’t answer.

“you should’ve told me,”

he mutters after a beat.

“it’s not like that,” you whisper.

he tilts his head.

“really? really bro? ‘cause it sure seems like you wanna be near me again.”

he’s smug. a little too smug.

his ego inflates when you don’t deny it.

you glare at him.

“i’d rather be near you than anyone else in this fucking place, su-bong.”

thano's smirk fades slightly.

nam gyu watches the whole thing unfold.

he sees the way you and thanos look at each other..

the tension, the unfinished business.

it makes him sick.

“you two have history,” nam gyu states one night, arms crossed.

you shrug.

“so?”

“so,” he huffs,

“it’s fucking annoying.”

you raise a brow.

“why do you care?”

he doesn’t answer.

thanos, overhearing, just smirks.

“someone jealous?”

nam gyu scowls.

“shut up.”

despite your best efforts, you start gravitating toward your ex again.

you tell yourself it’s survival.

safety.

being where you are most familiar with..

deep down, you know it’s more than that.

every time you look at him, you remember what it felt like to love him.

you also remember why you left.

he notices the way you linger near him, even if you don’t say much.

“you’re not good at pretending for an actress señorita,” he says one night.

you glance at him.

“pretending what?”

“that you don’t want me back.”

your throat tightens.

you shake your head.

“it’s not like that.”

“sure,” he mutters. but he doesn’t look convinced.

the games are brutal. relentless.

you don’t know if you’ll make it out alive.

one thing is clear:

no matter how much you try to fight it, thanos is a part of you.

and in a place like this, maybe he’s the only thing keeping you sane.

when all of the men went to the bathroom, the dorms were eerily quiet. until the sound of chaos started coming from outside the doors. sounds of metal banding, fists colliding with flesh, grunts of pain, bodies slamming against the walls.

it was impossible to ignore. every player still in the dorm room heard it, heads turning toward the source of the violence, but no one dared to move.

you sat on your bed, your hands clenched into fists against your lap. your whole body was tense, your mind racing.

thanos was in there. so was nam-gyu. you didn’t know what the fights were about, but you knew it wasn’t good.

honestly, you would not have been surprised if your out-of-pocket ex started it all with his bestfriend.

se-mi sat beside you, watching the entrance anxiously. the minutes stretched on like hours, and with every second that passed, the pit in your stomach grew deeper.

one by one, men began filtering back into the dorms, beaten and bloodied. some limped, some had swollen faces, and some had fresh bruises forming under their eyes.

you scanned every face, searching for him.

no thanos.

you exhaled sharply, fingers tightening around the fabric of your pants. se-mi shifted beside you, glancing over with hesitation before asking,

"do you still love thanos?"

the question caught you off guard. your head snapped toward her, eyes wide in panic.

"do i love thanos?" you repeated, almost scoffing. then, without thinking, you blurted out, "no shit, se-mi!"

se-mi flinched at your sharp tone, and the realization hit you instantly. your expression softened as guilt settled in your chest.

"i'm sorry," you muttered, shaking your head.

"that was mean, you're one of my friends here and I shouldn't have spoken to you that way. I'm just stressed."

se-mi shrugged, offering a small, dismissive smile.

"it's fine." she glanced toward the entrance again before sighing.

"i wouldn’t care if something happened to nam-gyu though."

you huffed a quiet, amused breath.

despite the tension, you silently agreed.

then, finally, movement at the entrance.

your breath caught when you saw him...thanos, limping back into the dorms, looking bruised but very much alive.

"su-bong," you breathed, already on your feet before you could process it.

you didn’t care who was watching. didn’t care about the whispers, the eyes on you.

you ran straight to him, wrapping your arms tightly around his body, holding onto him like he might disappear if you let go.

the rapper's arms came around you just as fast, his grip firm, as if reassuring himself that you were real.

somewhere in the distance, you heard someone murmur, "that actress and the rapper are dating?" but it didn’t matter.

you buried your face against his shoulder, inhaling his scent, letting yourself feel the relief washing over you.

he is okay.

thanos pulled back slightly, just enough to press a lingering, warm kiss to your forehead.

you closed your eyes, savoring it.

"see," he mumbled against your forehead, his voice teasing but laced with something deeper, something more tender.

"i know you wanted me back, baby."

you giggled, shaking your head.

"shut up and go sit down."

you slipped an arm under his to help him walk back to the beds, your focus entirely on him...so much so that you didn’t process the absence of a certain someone.

not until the speakers crackled to life, and the robotic voice echoed through the dorms:

"player 124, eliminated."

silence fell over the room.

your body stiffened.

nam-gyu never came back with thanos.

masterlist

[he3ts]

ILLICIT AFFAIRS

squid game / masterlist

pairings: se mi x reader

warnings: smut (implicit), treason, illicit affairs, minor nam gyu x reader. as always im tired and as always leave the errors alone. i was inspired by the song illicit affairs by taylor swift

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and that's the thing about illicit affairs

and clandestine meetings and longing stares

it's born from just one single glance

but it dies, and it dies, and it dies

a million little times

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The air was impregnated with the scent of night, of warm skin and suspended breaths. The crumpled sheets under your body were the only witness to a sin consumed in silence, far from prying eyes. You and Se-Mi, always in the shadows, always on the edge between the permissible and the inevitable. You should have stopped, extinguished that desire before it became a fire impossible to tame, but every time her gaze rested on you, the line between right and wrong vanished like mist in the sun.

You were engaged. Nam Gyu was waiting for you, loving you with the gentleness of one who suspects nothing, of one who believes in unreserved fidelity. Yet the moment Se-Mi approached, everything else lost consistency. She was a magnet that attracted the most hidden part of you, the part that did not want rules, that craved the forbidden. You knew it. She read it in your eyes whenever you were in the same room with her, sensed it in the way you held your breath when she got too close, when her scent enveloped you like an invisible vise.

All it took was a moment to lose control: a party with friends, a chance encounter in Nam Gyu's group, a glass in her hand, and her presence too close. She would carelessly brush past you, as if she was doing nothing wrong, but her fingers would trace an invisible path down your arm, lighting every inch of skin.

Se-Mi enjoyed pushing you further, seeing how far you would go before you gave in. She would whisper words in your ear in a low, velvety voice, let her lips graze your skin just enough to drive you crazy. She made you want more, more and more, until the need to have her became unbearable. She wanted to break you, to shred your resistance, and you let her do it.

Every time you ended up in her arms, nothing else existed. She was the center of your universe, the golden cage in which you voluntarily enclosed yourself. She welcomed you with a hunger that left you breathless, with a passion that erased all other thoughts. Her skin against yours, her warm breath on your neck, her body moving over yours as if it were the only possible truth. She was taking you, consuming you, and you wanted nothing else.

But the cruelest moment always came later. When the room went silent again, when her touch was still imprinted on your skin but reality began to knock on the door again. You had to get dressed, pick up the pieces of yourself and return to Nam Gyu with a smile that concealed everything. Guilt clutched your throat, but not enough to stop you. Because you knew it would happen again.

You told yourself you would stop. You told yourself that that was the last time, that next time you would resist. But then there was another encounter, another night, another look that bared you more than you wanted to admit. And Se-Mi was there, ready to claim you again, to remind you that your body was hers, your mind hers.

And you wanted her. More than anything else. More than was right. More than you could afford.

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The bar was crowded, the air thick with the smell of alcohol, dim lights and music vibrating in the walls. Around you, the murmur of voices mingled with the clink of glasses, an almost comfortable background, were it not for the attention you felt on you.

You were sitting next to Nam Gyu, your boyfriend, his presence as reassuring and stable as ever. He was talking to Min-su, his elbow propped on the table, the glass of soju clutched between his fingers. You nodded occasionally, sipping your drink, but your thoughts were elsewhere. On the other side was Se-Mi, sitting absentmindedly beside Thanos, her fingers fiddling with the rim of her glass.

You knew she was watching you, even as she pretended to be immersed in conversation. You could feel it on your skin, like an electric shock running down your spine. Her every movement was studied, measured, made on purpose to get your attention.

Then, suddenly, came the first blow.

"You're always so quiet lately," Se-Mi said, tilting her head slightly as she turned her head resting her gaze settled on you. "Something wrong?"

You barely shifted your gaze from your drink, crossing hers. Her tone was light, almost innocent, but you knew it wasn't at all.

"I have nothing to say," you replied calmly, trying to maintain a neutral expression.

She smiled at you, the kind of smile that made your certainty tremble. "Really? Strange. I thought you were more responsive"

Beside you, Nam Gyu turned slightly toward her, letting go a barely audible sigh. "Se-Mi, stop," he said, his tone gentle but firm. "Already drunk?"

She raised her hands in a theatrical gesture, as if declaring her innocence. "I'm just chatting, and I'm not drunk. I barely had a drink!" she replied innocently, but her eyes did not leave yours.

You told yourself that maybe she would stop there. That she would go back to focusing on the conversation with Mi-na and Min-su, that she would let it go. But you knew it was never that simple with Se-Mi.

The first touch had been almost imperceptible, a light brush on your bare thigh under the table. You held your breath. It could have been an accident, an involuntary movement. But it had happened again.

This time more decisive.

Her fingers grazed your skin with exasperating slowness, leaving behind a trail of shivers. The light fabric of your skirt was no barrier between you. You felt the warmth of her hand, her confidence, the calmness with which she explored your body hidden from everyone's eyes.

Your heartbeat accelerated as everything else around you turned into background noise. Nam Gyu was beside you, inches away, completely unaware of what was happening under the table.

You had to stop her.

You had to tighten your legs, pull away, find a way out of that sick game. But you didn't. Her finger knew exactly what to do, it barely grazed your panties, your legs instinctively tightened.

Se-Mi tilted her head slightly, the smile still on her lips as she pretended to listen to Thanos and Mi-na. Then, without stopping talking to you, her touch became more insistent. Her hand had barely moved down, tracing invisible circles on your skin, until it grazed the spot where your thigh met the hem of your skirt.

A shiver ran down your spine.

"What is it?" whispered Se-Mi suddenly, in a tone so low that only you could hear it. "Are you uncomfortable?"

You had barely turned toward her, trying to keep control over your expression. You were looking into her eyes, your breath short.

"Stop it," you murmured softly, almost pleadingly. She smiled again, but did not stop. Her thumb slid over your skin in a languid, slow touch, the kind of contact that made you lose all clarity. Your breathing became heavier, you forced yourself to remain impassive, to let nothing shine through while everything inside you was an uproar.

Beside you, Nam Gyu laid a hand on yours, making you jerk slightly. "Would you like another drink?" he asked casually, completely unaware of what was happening under the table.

You nodded, too quickly. "Y-yes," you replied, trying to mask the unsteadiness in your voice.

Se-Mi then withdrew her hand as calmly as she had laid it on you, leaving you with your heart in your throat and your breath broken. Then she returned to the conversation as if nothing had happened, as if she had not just made every fiber in your body tremble.

And you stood there, your skin still shaking from her touch, knowing it was wrong. Knowing that it was wrongful. Knowing that you were a traitor. Not only of Nam Gyu, but especially of yourself.

The rest of the evening dragged on in an oppressive limbo. The talk around you became just an indistinct buzz, the laughter of her friends distant, fuzzy, while the only thing you could think about was the burning on your skin where Se-Mi's fingers had touched you.

She seemed completely at ease, as if nothing had happened. She talked to Mi-na, laughed at Min-su's jokes, drank with an almost irritating grace. But occasionally, when no one was looking, she would cast fleeting glances in your direction, almost imperceptible smiles that said it all.

She was giving you room to breathe, but you knew it wasn't over.

Nam Gyu beside you continued to behave normally, unaware of the vortex into which you had been sucked. At one point, he leaned toward you, his familiar scent enveloping you as he asked you something in a low voice.

"Is everything all right? You're strange tonight"

Strange. Yeah.

You nod quickly, forcing a smile. "Yes, everything is fine. Maybe I just drank a little too fast"

He laughed, shaking your hand affectionately. "Then slow down. I don't want to have to drive you home drunk"

You felt bad. Bad for him, for the trust he placed in you, for the way he looked at you gently while you.

You were not his. You hadn't been for a long time.

After another hour of chatting, laughing and emptying glasses, the group had decided to go out for some air. The night air was cool, a pleasant contrast to the stifling heat of the bar. You all found yourselves on the sidewalk, some intent on lighting a cigarette, others discussing what to do next.

You had remained slightly aloof, your heart still stirring. You needed space. And you knew it.

It had been a matter of a moment. A glance, an almost imperceptible nod, and then she turned away, slipping into the shadows of a side alley. The message was clear. You had told yourself to ignore her, to stay beside Nam Gyu, safe. But your legs had moved before you could even think about it. You had followed her.

The alley was narrow, dimly lit, away from prying eyes. She was leaning against the wall, a lit cigarette between her fingers, the smoke fading into the air as she watched you with that smile you now knew too well.

"You took a while," she said calmly, bringing the cigarette to her lips.

Your breathing was still irregular. "Why did you do that?"

Se-Mi tilted her head at me, pretending not to understand. "Did what?"

You had bitten the inside of your cheek, the tension in your chest almost unbearable. "What you did under the table"

She let go of the smoke slowly, as if savoring every moment of the conversation. Then she took a step toward you.

"You should have seen yourself, you turned all red"

Her voice was a whisper, a breath against your skin.

"Se-Mi"

Se-Mi smiled. "It's just fun"

A shiver went down your spine. You should have said something, you should have denied it, resisted it. But she was too close now, the heat of her body almost against yours.

"Stop it," you tried to say, but your voice held no conviction.

She tilted her face at you, moving closer still. "Tell me to stop"

You didn't.

Because the problem was not her.

The problem was you.

And as her lips brushed yours, as her hand came back for you as it had done under the table, you realized that you had never intended to stop her. Your breath stopped the moment Se-Mi's lips brushed yours. It was just a hint, a light touch, almost as if she was waiting for your reaction before pushing further. And you, paralyzed between desire and guilt, did not stop her.

Her fingers slid down your side, tracing an invisible path that made you shudder. The alley was silent, isolated from the rest of the world, a place suspended in time where no one could see you. But risk was everywhere. All it took was one misplaced step, a moment of distraction, and anyone could find out what was going on.

Still, you didn't want to back down.

Se-Mi took another step forward, your body now trapped between the wall and her heat. The scent of her skin intoxicated you, cigarette smoke still hanging between you.

"Don't go back with him," she whispered, her mouth brushing the edge of your jaw. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. Because you could not lie. She smiled, her breath warm on your skin. Then she kissed you for real. There had been no more hesitation, no more games. Her kiss was hunger, domination, a claim that tasted forbidden and addictive. You clung to her as if she was the only thing keeping you anchored to reality, even though you knew she was the one dragging you away, further and further from everything you were supposed to be.

Her hands moved with confidence, sliding under your jacket, over your arms, holding you with a strength that made you feel lost and safe at the same time. She pulled you even closer, your body responding to her without the need for words.

Se-Mi paused for a moment, her lips still against yours, her chest heaving heavily, her eyes shining in the shadows, a mixture of excitement and amusement.

"They must be looking for us," she whispered against your mouth. "What do we do?"

You swallowed hard, your heart racing. You knew what you had to do. Fix your clothes, walk away, go back to Nam Gyu as if nothing had happened. You fixed your smudged lipstick with speed, running away from her heat too quickly.

Good.

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The journey home had been agony. Nam Gyu had held your hand as you walked, unaware of the turmoil eating at you from within. His every smile, his every kind word, were like knives sticking deeper into the living flesh of your consciousness.

"You look tired," he had said as you greeted each other under your house, brushing your cheek softly. "Just rest, okay?"

You had only nodded, clutching the keys in your fingers as you watched him walk away, the knot in your stomach growing heavier. You did not deserve his kindness.

As soon as you entered the house, you slipped off your shoes with a dry gesture, tossing your bag onto a chair. The room was dark, the air still. The silence should have made you feel safe, away from everything that had happened that night. But it wasn't. It had been months since you asked him if he wanted to sleep with you.

Every time you closed your eyes, you could still feel Se-Mi's breath on your skin, her hands on your thigh, her lips claiming you in the alley.

You ran a hand through your hair, trying to banish the echo of her touch, but it was no use. It was still there, nestled in your skin, in the accelerated beat of your heart. You felt like a mess, your mind trapped between guilt and desire.

You approached the window, staring into the darkness of the street. Nam Gyu was already far away, unsuspecting, confident. The thought clutched your stomach. You were a traitor. A liar.

Yet when you heard the doorbell ring, your first thought had not been panic.

Maybe hope.

You turned sharply, your heart in your throat, hesitantly approaching the door, your fingers grazing the handle with a subtle tremor. You took a deep breath.

Se-Mi was there.

Leaning carelessly against the doorframe, a lit cigarette between her fingers, her gaze shining in the shadows. She was still wearing the same clothes from the evening, but her makeup was slightly smudged, her hair more disheveled. She looked like she was fresh from a battle, and maybe she was.

She smiled. "Am I disturbing you?"

You should have said yes, closed the door, pretended nothing had ever happened. But your hands remained still, your lips unable to utter the right words.

Se-Mi raised an eyebrow, waiting. Then she stepped forward, invading the space between you. "I thought you needed help sleeping"

Your breath broke. You knew exactly what she meant. The flames you had been trying to put out all the way home flared up violently again. Your body wanted her. Your mind wanted her.

It was doom.

Yet, you barely moved from the door.

She smiled at you, threw away her cigarette and slipped inside, closing the door behind her. Her eyes spoke for you, shone with something dangerous, ravenous, and when her mouth returned to yours, there had been no more room for thought, for remorse, for fear.

Se-Mi kissed you with a violence that made you jerk against the wall, her hands already moving, exploring your body with desperate urgency. She held you still, her knee crept between your legs, her breath warm against your skin.

She nibbled your lower lip before letting go with a wet pop. ''You drive me crazy..." she hissed, almost angrily. "I hate myself as much as I want you"

Her mouth descended along your jaw line, then onto your neck, and when her lips closed on your skin, the bite was stronger than you expected. A moan escaped you before you could stop it.

She smiled at you against your neck, satisfied. "You like it, don't you?"

You didn't answer, but your body spoke for you. Your hands tightened on her back, drawing her closer. She caught the signal and wasted no time. Her hands slipped under your T-shirt, her fingers cool against your hot skin. She stroked you with slow, studied movements, knowing exactly where to touch to drive you crazy.

"I should stop," she murmured, but did nothing to do so. In fact, she pushed her knee higher, pressing against you in the perfect way.

Your breathing became erratic, your legs weak. "Don't do that... " you managed to say, and that was enough.

Se-Mi lifted your shirt in one motion, throwing it to the floor without even looking where it ended. "You're mine" she whispered, her lips returning to seek yours fiercely.

It was a shame. It was wrong. But in that moment, the only thing that mattered was the heat of her body against yours, the desire consuming you to the core.

And as Se-Mi pushed you further against the wall, your bodies stuck in a rhythm that should not have existed, you knew that you could not stop even if you wanted to. That deep down you were both screwed.

Se-Mi had a strange method of deterring you, making you crawl at her feet like a dog, you always managed to fall for it. Her hands were on your body as if she wanted to nurse it, her fingertips warm against your ribs, her breath on your exposed neck.

"I am yours," you had said, because it was the truth, because she hated lies. She smiled against your neck as your legs trembled with excitement. How long had it been since you had touched Nam Gyu, because of her, and even if you had, it would not have been the same. You didn't know how it happened, so fast, so distracted. She on top of your body and unfastened your bra with an overwhelming rush, your clothing on the floor, her tongue against your cold nipples.

She was light, like a feather, you felt her tongue against your legs like a weight, her hands spreading your thighs as she plunged headlong into them. She smiled, always, still, seeing you vulnerable and lovely. You were so twisted for her, needy, your brain beaten to a pulp just to have more. She ran her tongue against your clit, felt the cold of her tongue piercing against it. You were shaken by slight shivers, your head thrown back into the pillow and your hair tousled. It was nerve-wracking to feel this, nerve-wracking to think in moments like that.

But Se-Mi was so good, and you too involved. Her hands, her kisses, her tongue, your bodies together, and then just the sound of silence.

Your breathing was still uneven when silence settled between you like a light veil, broken only by the crackling of a cigarette between Se-Mi's fingers. Lying beside you, the sheet slipped over her bare waist, she looked up at the ceiling with an indecipherable expression. Her skin still glistened slightly, her chest heaving in a slow, almost measured rhythm, as if she were trying to regain control after the storm.

You were there, lying on your side, your face turned toward her, watching her through the smoke that rose lazily in the air. The taste of her lips was still on yours, the trace of her fingers still etched on your skin. You felt empty and filled at the same time, a chaotic mixture of sensations you could not decipher.

Se-Mi brought the cigarette to my lips and inhaled slowly, the reddish glow illuminating your sharp profile for a moment. Then she exhaled with a barely audible sigh, the smoke dissipating into the darkness of the room.

"I hate you for this." Her voice was low, rough, marked by the echo of newly consumed desire.

Her words hit you harder than they should have. You stiffened slightly, your hands clutching the sheets without realizing it. "For what?"

Se-Mi slowly turned her head toward you, her dark eyes unfathomable. "Because I know you will always come back to him"

A knot tightened in your throat. You had no answer, because you knew she was right. Nam Gyu was there, in the other part of your life, a piece of you that still existed, even though every time Se-Mi touched you it seemed to fade a little more.

"You shouldn't be here," you muttered more to yourself than to her.

Se-Mi chuckled bitterly, bringing the cigarette to her lips again. "Still, look at me..." She blew the smoke slowly, then turned on her side, her face so close to yours that you could feel its warmth.

It was a tease. A lie you both knew too well.

Your lips parted, but the words did not come. Then you smiled, shaking your head as if you expected exactly that reaction. Then, without another word, she moved closer again, her fingers sliding lazily down your arm, a light but shiver-filled touch.

The ashes of her cigarette had slipped onto the nightstand, the last embers slowly fading away.

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MASTERLIST.

[celestialmatcha7]

broken promises pt. 2 | nam-gyu (player 124) [HOPEFUL VERSION]

pairing: baby daddy! nam-gyu x fem! reader

genre: angst and fluff

wc: 2k

summary: y/n reluctantly agrees to meet nam-gyu after he reaches out, hoping to make amends. as he works on rebuilding his life, she finds herself torn between skepticism and the possibility of change. (this is the version where the games doesn't exist)

author's note: part 2 was long overdue. so so so sorry for the long wait. i'm going to add more to the baby daddy! nam-gyu series, because writing this heals my soul. i hope you enjoy this! and also my requests are open. <3333333

The rain pours relentlessly against the city streets, mirroring the turmoil in your heart. You clutch the phone in your trembling hands, Nam-gyu’s name glowing on the screen. He had called you—again. But this time, you don't send it to voicemail.

With a deep breath, you press accept.

“Y/N.” His voice was rough, almost desperate. "Please… don’t hang up."

You hesitate. The weight of his broken promises still clung to you like an open wound, but something in his voice—something raw—made you stay.

"What do you want, Nam-gyu?" you ask, your voice steadier than you expected.

A sigh crackles through the receiver. "I know I messed up. I know I don’t deserve another chance, but I just—I need to see you. Please, Y/N. Just one conversation. Face to face."

Your grip on the phone tightened. You told yourself you were done. That this was the last time he’d get to hurt you. But the way your heart aches at the sound of his voice told a different story.

"And if I say no?" you whisper.

Nam-gyu exhales sharply. "Then I'll respect that. But I need you to know... I never wanted to break you. I never wanted to hurt you. And if I could take it all back, I would."

Silence stretches between the two of you. Outside, the rain continues to fall, blurring the city lights through her window. You know better than to trust him again. And yet, the part of you that once loved him still wonders—could he really change?

"Tomorrow. 8 PM. The café on 5th Avenue," you said before you could stop yourself.

Nam-gyu’s breath hitches. "I’ll be there."

As you hang up, you lean against the wall, closing your eyes. Maybe this will finally bring you the closure you need—or maybe it will shatter what little strength you have left. Either way, you will find out tomorrow.

The next evening, you arrive at the café, your heart pounding in your chest. As you step inside, the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the quiet hum of conversation. Your eyes immediately land on Nam-gyu, sitting at a corner table. He looks different—less reckless, more composed—but the same pain lingers in his gaze when he sees you.

“Hey,” he says softly as you sit down across from him.

You fold your hands in your lap. “So, what did you want to talk about?”

Nam-gyu swallows, his fingers tapping against the ceramic mug in front of him. “I know I hurt you, Y/N. And I know nothing I say can undo the past. But I’ve been going to rehab. I’m trying to change. I quit working at Club Pentagon. It was too toxic for me.”

Your breath catches in your throat. You study his face, searching for any sign of deception, but all you find is sincerity.

“I got a steady job now,” he continues. “An office job. My cousin pulled some strings and got me in. Nothing fancy, just paperwork and filing, but it’s honest work. I’m finally making an honest living.” He lets out a hollow laugh. “It’s exhausting, actually. Sitting in front of a desk all day, learning things I should’ve known a long time ago. But I need this, Y/N. I need to prove to myself—and to you—that I can do this.”

You don't respond right away, instead tracing the rim of your coffee cup with your fingertip. It was a strange feeling, seeing him like this. Sober. Determined. Regretful.

“I’ll pay off my debts one way or another,” Nam-gyu adds, his voice laced with conviction. “Even if it takes me years, I won’t let my past define me anymore.”

You exhale slowly, your heart weighing heavy in your chest. “Mei’s getting older. She's 5 years old now.”

Nam-gyu’s eyes darken with emotion. “I know.”

“She asks about you sometimes,” you murmur. “She doesn’t understand why you’re not around. And, honestly? I hate that she doesn’t get to see her father.”

His jaw tightens, and he looks away, his fingers curling into a fist. “I hate it too.” His voice cracks slightly. “But I don’t want to be in her life until I can be the father she deserves. Until I can be someone she can be proud of.”

Your throat constricts. For so long, you convinced yourself that he didn’t care—that he had chosen his vices over you, over Mei. But now, hearing him say this, seeing the anguish in his eyes, makes you realize something else.

He does care. Maybe too much.

You take a shaky breath. “I want to believe you, Nam-gyu. I really do. But trust isn’t rebuilt overnight.”

“I know,” he says quickly. “I don’t expect anything from you. I just wanted to tell you. To show you that I’m trying.”

You study him for a long moment, your heart warring with itself. Skepticism and hope clash within you, but for the first time in years, hope doesn't seem so far-fetched.

“Then keep trying,” you finally say. “For Mei. For yourself.”

Nam-gyu lets out a breath, one that seems to carry years of regret. “I will.”

And for the first time in a long time, you think that maybe—just maybe—he means it.

As your conversation with Nam-gyu shifts into a silence that feels surprisingly comfortable, your mind drifts back to Mei. She’s only five, but already, there’s so much of Nam-gyu in her. Her eyes, her smile, even the way she moves—it’s as if she’s his living reflection. You can’t help but marvel at how much she looks like him.

Nam-gyu notices the way your expression softens. “What is it?” he asks gently.

You shake your head, a quiet laugh escaping your lips. “It’s just… Mei. She looks so much like you. Her eyes, her smile—everything. It’s like I’m looking at a younger version of you every time I see her.”

His smile deepens, a soft sense of pride flickering in his eyes. “She’s perfect. Just like you.”

For a brief moment, the world around you seems to disappear, and all that matters is this fragile, hopeful conversation. Mei has become a symbol of what you had—and what you might rebuild, piece by piece.

As the days pass, you watch Nam-gyu work hard to rebuild his life. You can see the change in him—he’s sober, committed, and trying to be a better man. But you know that asking him to immediately step into a fatherly role is too much too soon. Mei is still so young, and the wounds of the past are still healing. So, you decide to give him the time he needs, without rushing him.

One evening, after dinner, you and Mei sit on the couch together, her small fingers twisting the edges of your shirt. The TV flickers softly in the background, but neither of you are paying much attention.

“Mommy,” Mei says, her voice quiet but serious. “When will I see Daddy again?”

You look down at her, your heart fluttering slightly at the mention of Nam-gyu. She’s been asking about her father more frequently lately, the curiosity in her eyes too much to ignore. You smile softly, brushing her hair back from her face.

“We’ll see him soon, sweetheart. When he’s ready,” you say gently, your fingers absently tracing Mei’s hand. “It’s just… sometimes people need a little more time to be ready.”

Mei nods, though she doesn’t fully understand. “Okay.”

Later that night, as Mei drifts off to sleep, you sit by the window, the soft rain tapping against the glass. You take out your phone and stare at Nam-gyu’s name for a moment before texting him.

"Whenever you feel ready to see her, just let me know. I won’t pressure you, Nam-gyu. She misses you, but I want you to come when you’re truly ready to be the father she deserves."

You stare at the message for a moment, your thumb hovering over the send button. There’s so much more you want to say—so many feelings you have—yet this feels right. Simple. Genuine.

You hit send, set the phone down, and lean back in your chair, letting out a soft sigh.

The next morning, as you’re making breakfast, your phone buzzes. Your heart skips a beat when you see Nam-gyu’s name on the screen. You quickly wipe your hands on your apron and pick up.

“Y/N,” Nam-gyu’s voice is soft but steady, “I’m ready. I want to see Mei. I miss her. And I want to be the father she deserves.”

Your heart swells with relief. There’s a gentleness in his voice, and for the first time in a long time, you feel a warmth that hadn’t been there before. You smile, your voice soft. “Whenever you’re ready, Nam-gyu. We’ll be here.”

Later that day, as the sun hangs low in the sky, you and Mei make your way to the park, your footsteps light and full of anticipation. You keep your gaze on Mei as she chatters excitedly about the swings, but your heart races a little. Today feels like a turning point, one you didn’t know would come so soon.

Mei tugs at your sleeve. “Mommy, is Daddy coming soon?”

You smile down at her. “He’ll be here any minute, baby. Are you excited?”

Her face lights up as she nods vigorously. “Yes!”

As you reach the park’s entrance, you spot Nam-gyu sitting on one of the benches near the swings, looking a little out of place. His hands are shoved nervously into his pockets, his eyes scanning the area. He seems lost in thought, as if the weight of the moment has finally caught up with him.

When he finally notices you and Mei approaching, his face softens, and for a moment, he just stares at her. The sight of her—his daughter, the little girl he has missed so much—seems to hit him all at once. His eyes well with tears, and he quickly wipes them away, but it’s too late. The tears are already falling.

Mei skips ahead, oblivious to the emotional storm her father is fighting through, her excitement bubbling over. “Daddy!” she cries, running toward him with open arms.

Nam-gyu stands quickly and opens his arms wide, catching her as she barrels into him. He pulls her close, burying his face in her hair as he whispers, “I missed you so much, baby girl.”

You stand off to the side, watching the scene unfold before you. Your heart swells with a mixture of relief and joy, and you can’t help the tears that threaten to spill from your own eyes. Seeing the two of them together after all this time… it’s everything you had hoped for and more.

As Nam-gyu holds Mei, he notices something—how much she truly does look like him. He chuckles softly to himself, the sound of it breaking the tension in his chest. He pulls back slightly to look at her, his gaze soft and affectionate.

“Well, I guess your mom wasn’t lying,” he says with a small laugh. “You really do look like me.”

Mei blinks up at him, her innocent face full of curiosity. “You think so? Mommy says I look like you!”

Nam-gyu laughs again, shaking his head in disbelief. “Yeah, you definitely got the face. That’s for sure.”

You can’t help but chuckle from a distance, wiping away the tears that have slipped down your cheeks. The moment is so pure, so real. It isn’t perfect—but it’s everything you need.

As Nam-gyu looks over at you, he gives you a small, grateful smile. His tears still glisten in his eyes, but now, there’s something else—hope. He stands up, still holding Mei in his arms, and steps toward you.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he says quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “I… I’m sorry for everything. I never wanted to miss out on these years.”

You nod, your heart full. “You’re here now, Nam-gyu. That’s all that matters.”

Mei, still in her father’s arms, wriggles to get down and runs over to the swings. “Daddy, come push me!”

Nam-gyu nods, a wide grin spreading across his face as he follows her to the swings, his eyes never leaving her. As he pushes her gently, you stand back, watching the two of them.

You blink back the last of your tears, your heart light and filled with hope. There are still challenges ahead, but in this moment, with the sun setting behind you and Mei’s laughter filling the air, you know that this is the beginning of something beautiful.

Nam-gyu glances over at you, his eyes full of sincerity. “I’m never going to let go of you two again,” he says, his voice quiet but firm.

You smile softly, nodding as you wipe your eyes one last time. “I know, Nam-gyu. I know.”

And for the first time in a long time, you believe it.

[pukah]

nam-gyu nsfw twitter links

— loves getting high AND getting head

— drooling all over your delicious pussy

— fingering you

— out of breath

— fluff cuffs

— there’s a reason why he has a mirror there..

— sub nam-gyu??

— horny as shit in the morning

— being cocky in front of the camera

— he got impatient 🤦‍♀️

— riding him

— something to get your mind off things

— bathroom sex

— he finds your piercing hot asf

— leaking

— he just be fucking you anywhere atp

[voxslays]

HELLO I HOPE UR DOING AWESOME CUS I LOVE THIS BLOG may i request namgyu x thanos x reader whos clingy? tysmm

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CUDDLEBUG — THANOS & NAM-GYU

❀ Thanos wasn’t used to being held on to for dear life. Nam-gyu was somewhat clingy, sure. But you? You held onto the both of them—cuddling them, hugging them, simply holding their hands—so often, that they could swear you just wanted to crawl into their skin and live in it. It was very peculiar.

❀ It wasn’t that you made either of them uncomfortable or anything, they had just never experienced anyone like you before. Both Thanos and Nam-gyu were somewhat neglected during their childhoods, leaving them as a shell of the innocent children they once were. Thanos especially, since his father always came home high.

❀ But with you, they both felt safe. Nam-gyu enjoyed cuddling his head between your chest and shoulder as you lay on Thanos’ chest. It provided all of you a sense of comfort as you played the games, unsure if you’d ever make it back into the outside world alive.

“Move your legs, Nam-su.” Thanos groaned, probably high out of his mind as he takes another colorful red pill from his cross necklace. “It’s Nam-gyu.” Nam-gyu reminds him for the fiftieth time this week. You simply giggle. Despite knowing eachother for such a short amount of time, you had already grown so close.

“Can I have one of those?” Nam-gyu asks, holding out his hand as he lays down, cuddling your chest. Thanos hands him a light yellow pill, carefully placing it in his palm, before wrapping his arm around your waist. Without a second to comprehend, Thanos pulls you into his large, muscular chest.

Before long, all your limbs are tangled together like an intricate puzzle. It’s even harder to tell whose leg is who’s because of the identical green tracksuits you are all wearing. Although, Thanos’ does have a bit of blood right above the number placed on his left breast pocket. Yet, you don’t mind.

For now, all you care about is staying alive with the two boys you care most about in the world.

[mocchii-writes]

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Alice in Borderland:

Shuntaro Chishiya-

~Days Blend to One When I'm on the Right Beaches

(1.5k words) Who would've guessed Kuina could have such good advice? Okay, maybe Chishiya was the one doing all the work...

~Dating Chishiya as a new Pediatrician hcs

~Jealous and Possesive Chisiya hcs

Squid Games:

~Squid Game Boys with a Reader Who's Undercover in the Games

Hwang Jun-ho-

~Ever Since I Was a Kid, I've Been Legit.

(850 words) Jun Ho thinks you're too unserious for their mission.

Choi Su-bong (Thanos)-

~I Hope Nobody Catch Us (But I Kind of Hope They Catch Us)

(750 words) Your boyfriend just wants to see you. Unfortunately, your friends aren't in the loop.

~Well All the Stars Would Shine a Bloody Red

(3k words) You and Thanos aren't together anymore but seeing each other in the games brings up new and old emotions.

~If You Hold Me Without Hurting Me, You'll Be the First Who Ever Did [Part 2]

Nam-gyu is under the impression Thanos is using you, but he doesn't realize Thanos is just head over heels for you.

~Young as I Want to Know, I Will Never Let You Go.

(800 words) Thanos is in pieces when he thinks you're dead, but he's got a surprise coming his way.

~You're the Queen of the Superficial, How Long Before You Tell the Truth?

(3k words) Your brother can't seem to grasp that he can't control you. That's the only reason you're still "dating" Thanos, right...?

Kang Dae-ho-

~She's the Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene

(1k words) Dae-ho felt the need to protect you, but didn't expect how starstruck he could be when you returned the favor.

~Dae-ho being jealous hcs

Kang Sae-byeok-

~Sae-byeok sfw alphabet

~There's Something Lonesome About You, Something So Wholesome About You.

(1k words) Sweet mornings with Kang Sae-byeok

Ji-Yeong-

~Ji-Yeong sfw alphabet (Coming soon)

Seong Gi-hun-

~Looking Through the Peephole, Welcome to the Freak Show (Coming Soon)

Hwang In-ho-

~Platonic!FatherFigure!In-ho hcs

Nam-gyu-

~Can You See Me Using Everything to Hold Back?

(1.5k words) You're just an annoyance in Nam-gyu's eyes. A cute one. (Aka the moments that lead Nam-gyu into loving you)

Mouthwashing:

Daisuke-

~General dating hcs

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[hhrtfelt]

🪷 could I rq a nam-gyu x reader where he’s your toxic, annoying ex trying to win u back :33

Obsessed? nah.

nam-gyu being a shitty ex towards fem!reader

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　⸝⸝　　◦　　tags: toxicity, female reader intended, jerking off, manipulation, slight mentions of cheating, nam-gyu being annoying, stalking?, mentions of sex, drug use (i’ve never used a drug in my life so i just tried to describe it the best i can)

　⸝⸝　　◦　　a/n: HI NOONIE!!! i hope i did this like how you requested, i apologize for being slightly late, i was feeling a bit like a BUM!!!! if this wasn’t what you wanted, you should msg me and critique me lol

not proofread… pt.2?

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you hated him, as you should’ve. he was extreme controlling, possessive, and overlay friend to any other girl!

going through his phone during the night and finding nudes from other girls was NOT what u expected.

as anyone would, you broke up with him and he.. well… freaked the fuck out.

after you leave you shared apartment, , changing the lease so it’s only in his name, he didn’t realize how fucked he was.

a couple hours after you leave, or even days he would continue to text you.

“wtf did i do to you?” “baby talk to me” “hello? are you gonna keep fucking ignoring me?” “all i’ve ever done was love you, but you never cared.” “was i not enough for you?” “who r u fucking now?”

after he realized you were gone, he didn’t decide to remise on what he did that was bad. why would he do that? instead, he started doing harder drugs and going to more clubs than he did while you to were dating.

while he was leaving one of the clubs he visits 6 out of the 7 days of the weeks, he sees you walking out.

he walked towards you with a cheeky smirk as he tapped your shoulder.

“hello—“ you said, cutting yourself off as you saw nam-gyu, he looked ever more of a mess. you shoved his hand off your shoulder and looking at him with an annoyed face. “nam-gyu what do you want?”

he looked at your with his completely stoned eyes as the hung low. he still had that shitty ass smirk on his face you wanted to slap off.

“well, what happened babygirl..?” he said, his speech slurred from all the drugs and alcohol he’s consumed in the last few days. “you know you can talk to me.”

you simply said “you know what you did.” and walked away.

he was too drugged and drunk to chase after you, so he just got in a rental car, which he used to follow you around without you knowing.

as he continued to follow you, he found your new apartment complex, writing it down in his notes app and driving back to the apartment he used to share with you.

as he went home, he crashed on the couch and had an idea.

he opened his phone, going on instagram, making a new account and immediately searching your username up.

he took his pants off, now them lying somewhere in the trashed apartment, opening your photos.

i’m sure you know how this went.

he started to jack himself off, imaging it was your hand. even though he “hates your guts”, he would like to have sex with you again.

when he finished, he finished directly on his phone, holding it tightly in his other hand as he looked up at the celling.

he put his phone down as he reached for a pill bottle, his duck still out.

he reached for the ecstasy , popping a few pills as he looked at all of the nut on his phone.