#player 230 x reader

[fear-is-truth]

SQUID GAME : HOW THEY EAT YOU OUT

➛ warnings. — oral sex (f!receiving) ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ MDNI 18+ ➛ jackie's note. — a bit rushed; my apologies ➛ ft. nam-gyu (124) ‧ thanos (230) ‧ dae-ho (388)

NAM-GYU eats you out like it’s a punishment. like you did something to piss him off, and this is the (glorious) consequence—laid out beneath him, thighs hooked over his shoulders, his mouth hot and unrelenting against you. he doesn’t ease you into it. no teasing, no soft kisses, just his tongue swiping up your slit in one broad, wet stroke before his lips latch onto your clit. sucks hard enough to make you gasp, hands scrambling against the sheets. he smirks into you, barely giving you a second before diving back in, his fingers spreading you open wider so he can work his tongue deeper.

he’s messy with it, too. obscene, really. making sure you hear every wet, lewd sound as he devours you. when he pulls back for air, his mouth is slick, spit and arousal smeared all over his chin. “fuckin’ dripping,” he mutters, more to himself than you, “so easy.” his fingers dig into your thighs, keeping you from squirming away. “stay still,” he orders, and when you don’t immediately obey, he presses a hand down on your lower stomach, pinning you in place. “didn’t say i was done, did i?”

and then he’s back on you, lapping at your clit, the cold metal of his ring grazing your skin as he presses two fingers inside, stretching you out without warning. the contrast—the warmth of his tongue, the ice of his ring—makes you shudder, a broken whimper slipping past your lips. he groans at that, greedy. fuck, he loves the way you sound. “knew you’d like that,” he taunts, fucking his fingers into you faster, mouth working in tandem.

his free hand moves, sliding up your body, and then he’s pressing those same cold fingers against your lips, smearing your own slick over them. “open,” nam-gyu orders. when you hesitate, he grips your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. his pupils are blown, his expression somewhere between cruel and wonder. “be good. taste yourself.” you part your lips, and he pushes two fingers inside, pressing down on your tongue. “good girl,” he drawls, before lowering his head again, tongue curling over your clit in quick, ruthless flicks. your moan is muffled around his fingers, eyes rolling back as heat pools low in your belly.

he can feel it inthe way your thighs tremble. he chuckles against you, low and mean. “gonna cum for me, baby?” he goads, curling his fingers for emphasis. “go on, then. make a mess.” and when you do, legs trembling, the moan breaking into a choked sob, nam-gyu doesn’t stop. just groans into you, drinking in every last drop, lips and chin wet with it. when he finally pulls away, he wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, grinning wolfishly down at you. “fuck… look what you made me do,” he muses, glancing down at the dark spot on his jeans. then he leans in, presses a languid, filthy kiss to your mouth, making sure you taste yourself on his tongue. “hope you’re gonna clean that up.”

CHOI SU-BONG eats you out like it’s his favourite pastime (apart from partying and taking drugs… or both) he’s got you spread out on the thin mattress, legs draped over his shoulders, knees shaking, and he’s barely even started. presses an open-mouthed kiss against the inside of your thigh, then another, dragging his tongue along your skin just to hear that little sigh escape your lips. “what, you nervous?” he taunts, looking up at you with that smug little smirk. “c’mon, señorita, i don’t bite—” his teeth scrape ever so lightly at the soft flesh. “—unless you want me to.”

and then he’s in, burying his face between your thighs like a man starved, tongue flicking against your clit before dragging down, teasing at your entrance, humming like he’s savouring the taste. and fuck, that little hum alone sends a jolt through you. he’s talking between licks, of course he is, lips slick and breath warm against your skin. “mhmm so good, fuck— could eat you for days.” then he moans, a low, satisfied sound as his tongue plunges deeper, and the vibrations make your whole body jerk. he’s insufferable, but he’s so good at it. alternates between deep, slow strokes of his tongue and quick flicks over your clit, gauging your every reaction. “that’s it, baby,” he murmurs, voice thick with amusement. “feels good, huh?”

you nod, or try to, but he’s already got a hand braced against your stomach, pressing you down, keeping you from arching up too much. su-bong looks up at you again, pupils blown open, mouth shining. “say it,” he drawls, before sucking your clit between his lips, tongue laving over it like he’s savouring something decadent. your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging, and he groans against you, rutting his hips against the mattress. “fuck, you’re killing me,” he pants, but he’s grinning, breathless and wrecked. “gonna let me make you come, baby? bet you’ll look so pretty for me.”

he doesn’t stop talking, doesn’t stop licking, doesn’t stop anything until you’re shuddering beneath him, crying out as he works you through it, murmuring praises against your skin because he simply can’t help himself. and when you finally go limp, chest heaving, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning. “damn,” he exhales, crawling up to kiss you, slow and filthy, making you taste yourself on his tongue. “wanna go again?”

KANG DAE-HO eats you out like he’s got something to prove—not in an arrogant show-off way, but in that eager, wide-eyed, desperate-to-make-you-feel-good way. his big hands are warm, gripping your thighs as he presses tender, open-mouthed kisses up the inside of them, he’s savouring you, like he could do this all night and still not get enough. and when he finally buries his face between your legs, he lets out this quiet, needy moan, his breath stuttering against your skin.

eyes flicking up to meet yours. he’s got that lovesick look on his face, cheeks flushed, lips wet. “is this okay?” when you nod, breathless, he smiles—sweet and a little bashful—and then he’s back at it, tongue flicking over your clit in careful, deliberate strokes, humming softly. he can’t stop making little noises, soft groans and breathy whimpers, like he’s the one getting worked up from this. his grip on your thighs tightens every time you let out a sound, and fuck, when your fingers tangle in his hair and tug—just a little—he practically whines against you, grinding himself into the mattress, he simply can’t help it.

“so good,” voice muffled as he presses his tongue inside, slow and deep. “so fuckin’ good, baby…” he pulls back just to glance up at you again, lips glossy, panting a little. “you—hah—you taste…” he trails off, shaking his head like words aren’t enough. and then he’s right back at it, sucking your clit into his mouth, moaning low in his throat when you buck up against him. thick fingers slide into you next, careful, coaxing, curling just right, and the sound he makes when you tighten around him— “please, wanna feel it—wanna taste you so bad—” he pants, pressing kisses to your thigh between kitten licks, fingers never stopping. and when you do—when you arch off the bed, thighs shaking—dae-ho just groans, holding you through it, whispering sweet praises between kisses, licking you through every aftershock. when he finally pulls away, cheeks flushed, he just grins boyishly up at you. “holy shit,” his voice thick with awe. “can we do that again?”

 fear-is-truth 2025 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[dollivication]

ᥫ᭡. IF THEY GOT A HOLD OF YOUR PANTIES ᥫ᭡.

ᢉ𐭩 ft. hwang in-ho/player 001/the frontman, seong gi-hun/player 456, thanos/choi su-bong/player 230 , kang dae-ho/player 388, nam-gyu/player 124

ᢉ𐭩 cw: nsfw, perviness, panty-sniffing, masturbation, nam-gyu cussing you out/insulting you LOL??, fairly icky stuff, dirty fantasies, fem!reader. gooner activities. mdni

ᢉ𐭩 a/n: doesn’t take place in the games but… if you want to interpret this that way you can LOLS. sorry if it seems rushed i was very eager to take this out...

HWANG IN-HO/PLAYER 001/FRONTMAN

-honestly? he’d probably find it very endearing how you still maintain your style underneath all your clothes.

-he uses this as a better insight to your tastes. mentally noting down your preferences as he properly looks at the pair in his hands, turning the article of clothing around with a watchful gaze and rubbing it between his fingertips to feel the texture.

-lacy or simple? noted. silky or cotton? he’ll keep it in mind. dark or pastel? he’ll make sure to keep an eye out for something similar. he wants to know every aspect of your character, and this serves as the perfect chance. “How cute..” he’d muse.

-doesn’t judge whatsoever. after all, they belong to you, that by itself is a blessing. that being said, he doesn’t exactly have a need for them as he much prefers the thing that wears them. he prides himself on his self-control. you could not catch him acting like a hormonal teen.

-at the most, he’ll give them a tiny sniff, brushing his lips against them and flick the tip of his tongue out just to give himself the daily dose of your smell and taste, smiling to himself as he intakes the scent and flavor. but don’t worry, he puts them right back where he found them without ever telling a soul. <3

SEONG GI-HUN/PLAYER 456 (S1)

-his mind goes blank. does this make him a perv? well, probably. does he really care? somewhat. he wouldn’t have much of an explanation if someone walked in on him at that moment.

-just stares as he ponders what to do with them. he could put them down, pretend it never happened—it’s not like he had any bad intentions.. but an opportunity like this doesn’t come around often. and it’s been years since he had anything to properly give him a release.

-kind of has an inner battle over whether or not it’s worth actually being a dirty old man for relief or being a respectable one and giving up on this opening. yet of course.. he’s only human. and he just wants you so much :( !!

-pretty much uses your panties to muffle himself, sniffing at it like a dog whilst rutting slowly into a pillow. of course, the thin undergarments could only do so much in the face of his needy little sounds <3

-panting heavily, letting out grunts as he squeezes his eyes shut. “Please.. Please..” his face almost looks pained with a slack jaw and furrowed brow, hands grasping at the pillow beneath him to try and ground himself. (it doesn’t work, because he quickly begins to pick up the pace.)

-gasps when he finally climaxes, burying his face even deeper into your underwear to the point he might suffocate himself all while shooting out his seed over his pillow. feels pretty disgusted in himself and guilty after he comes down from his high, pouting a little at the mess he made. still, he can’t deny how blissful it felt. it was almost like you were right there with him…. </3

-keeps your panties. yeah, hopefully those weren’t your favorite pair—because they’re his now. he’ll return them at some point, but until then, if you ever exasperatedly tell him about the loss, gi-hun will keep his mouth shut and play the oblivious. >.<

THANOS/CHOI SU-BONG/PLAYER 230

-he looks like an immature highschool boy with the way he marvels at your panties, as if he hasn’t been in previous sexual flings and one-night stands where he has most likely witnessed all kinds of undergarments. and yanked them off…

-i guess the only reason why he’s so fascinated is because they’re yours. no way in hell you’d ever willingly give a pair to him—did you really think he wasn’t going to savor every moment of this? this is heaven served on a silver platter.

-it starts off as a joke for thanos, stretching the elastic waistband in various degrees and angles while giggling. maybe even uses them as a slingshot. he never imagined that he’d find himself in a position like this, you know? this is the type of shit you’d see in crappy rom-coms.

-all that runs through his head is something along the lines of “Hell yeah.. Nice.” UNTIL it finally occurs to him that, holy shit. he’s actually got your panties in his possession. the way he looks around to see if anyone’s by (despite obviously being alone) is damn well near cartoonish.

-wastes no time in lowering his pants to his knees, biting his bottom lip as he wraps a hand around his cock. he’s hard almost instantly, the thrill of doing something so filthy behind your back making his dick twitch and expel tiny drops of pre-cum.

-“Oh, fuuuck.. Mhm..” his words are shaky and border on a breathy chuckle, pumping his dick while raising his other hand to his face. takes sporadic sniffs of your panties, bunching them up in his palm whenever a particular stroke really made his hips buck.

-His head will roll back, his motions lazy and unhurried while he kicks and spreads his legs out. his voice is husky as he grunts out incoherent curses, gradually speeding his hand up before he eventually shoots out warm ropes of cum, letting the strands coat his fingers in short spurts.

-“Mannn...” he’d grumble, quite miffed by the fact that he was gonna have to clean up when the flow stopped. but he immediately cheers up, seeing that your panties were free from the spill. that meant he wasn’t gonna have to discard them just yet!!

-also keeps your panties and acts like he doesn’t know anything if they’re ever brought up in a conversation. he thinks of them as his personal lucky charm, which of course he won’t give up until he actually has to. but at that point, he’ll just try to get his hands on another pair and so on.. silly little addict :3c

KANG DAE-HO/PLAYER 388

-having been the youngest brother of 4 sisters, its safe to assume that he’s probably had similar occasions whilst doing laundry. bras, panties, he’s most likely handled them at least once throughout his life while being surrounded by women.

-thats not to say he doesn’t still get a little bit shy, even as an adult. its mostly out of respect more than it is embarrassment. he understands that underwear is meant to cover women’s privates, he’s been taught not to view them in a sexual light. but that’s because it came to family. there, underwear was just that—articles of clothing to literally wear under.

-this is a much different situation: being accidentally exposed to the type of undergarments his crush puts on. with the way he fumbles with your panties, you’d think they were sizzling hot and causing burns. poor dae-ho doesn’t know what to do !!

-especially not when his pants feel a little tighter than usual. his free hand will shoot down, try to adjust the tent forming with a tiny frown on his face. “Don’t be gross, Dae-ho. Cmon..” he’ll scold himself in a hushed whisper, but his body clearly having other plans.

-he’ll start to panic, desperately trying to make his boner die down. he swears he isn’t a perv, honest! he just can’t help but think about how good you’d look teasing him in them, rubbing your clothed pussy against his dick…!

-yeah, he’s got it bad. the imagery would make his dick stir that much more, practically throbbing as he hesitantly sneaks a hand beneath the waistband of his pants. “Shit, I’m so sorry—” he’d gasp out an apology followed by your name, his warm palm finally coming in contact with his aching cock, wrapping his fingers around the base.

-dae-ho’s eyes would flutter, his adam’s apple bobbing as he’d begin to jerk off at a moderate pace to the thought of you, wanton moans falling from his parted lips. he would swipe the pad of his thumb over his leaking tip, the motion causing a high pitched mixture of a whine and grunt. “Oh, god..”

-can’t help but to give your panties little licks, the taste of your cunt making his hips buck into his hand. the overwhelming feeling of his orgasm creeping up accompanied by a tugging guilt began to form tears in his eyes, nothing ever actually escaping yet threatening to.

-his back arches when he cums, thighs trembling as his digits tighten around your underwear, holding the pair close to his chest as he groans. “Yes! Oh, please, I love you—” his voice would tremble, practically breaking off into a small cry. his warm cum coats his hand, the latter continuing to give weak strokes until he’s unable to produce anymore.

-the moment he regains his composure and he realizes what he just did, he’ll be so disappointed in himself :( washes his hands with soap like 4 times, as if it’ll get rid of his dirty little misdeed. gosh he feels so pathetic…

-tells NO ONE about the endeavor, and leaves your panties where he found them. he’s going to have a lot to think about. (◞‸◟)

NAM-GYU/PLAYER 124

-one word: shameless.

-for some reason, nam-gyu just won’t fess up to the fact that he probably does genuinely have a crush on you. that’s absurd, he doesn’t do that kiddie shit! so, instead he’s making it his duty to find every possible way of throwing you off. because it’s funny. and what better chance does he have than right now?

-so what if this makes him a creep? hopefully you’ll take it as a sign to stay the hell away from him after this. (he says, anyway. a part of him actually hopes you’ll enjoy what he’s about to do and come back for more… he’s just,, strange like that.) he doesn’t think twice about taking his cock out from his boxers.

-the only one to actually USE your panties to jerk himself off. he tells himself he’s doing it out of spite, furiously pumping his veiny dick as he bites into the hem of his shirt, exposing his stomach that jumped with the contrasting nip of the cool air on his warm skin.

-“Stupid bitch. See how you fucking like it,” he’d growl, pausing a few times to frustratedly tuck strands of hair behind his ear whenever they’d get in his face. has no problem being loud, letting out groan after groan with every intention of getting caught. walk in on him, why don’t you? see how pissed off you make him feel. how fucking pent up he is for you.

-“Gonna cum all over your face,” nam-gyu’s threats would flow with no particular party on the receiving end. only the thought of you on your knees tending to him. doesn’t care that he probably looks like a lunatic while guiltlessly talking dirty, his balls drawing up at his own filthy-natured words.

-saliva would begin to seep into his shirt’s hem, his pace unrelenting as he fists his cock into your underwear, his other hand curling and uncurling whenever his pleasure spiked. he’ll swallow thickly as the knot in his lower stomach begins to form, squirming slightly in his spot in a visible attempt to chase his climax.

-he’ll align the inner crotch area perfectly along his length, his head tossing back as he finally lets go, your panties easily catching the globs of semen that shot out. “Fuck yeah.. Take it, take my cum.” he’d grunt, eyebrows furrowing while sinking his teeth deeper into his top.

-breathes heavily upon seeing the stick and foggy white liquid cause an evident dark patch on your panties. with a self-accomplished smirk, he’ll tuck himself back into his pants, releasing his shirt from his mouth as he pinches the waistband of your cum-soaked panties with the tip of his index and thumb, keeping it a distance away from him. he has just the thing for you.

-nam-gyu will actively seek you out, bringing along the end result of his.. work. once he finds you, he’ll toss it right at you, not caring if you were in catching-range or not.

-“Just a little something from me to you. Enjoy the gift, yeah?” he’d give you one of his sly smiles, eyes twinkling with the typical hint of mischief before walking off without even waiting for a reply or reaction.

-well, at least you got your panties back, right? <3

[venuslarkspur]

❤️Can I order a squid game fanfic of

You have them as your phone lock screen (anything similar) with the same characters as 'whos gonma marry the pink haired girl' plus recruiter its thats fine

OFC YOU CAN 💗

Having Them As Your Lockscreen

Summary: Squid Game characters with you have them as your lockscreen!

Characters: Thanos x Reader, Se-Mi x Reader, Kang Dae-Ho x Reader, Cho Hyun-Ju x Reader, Hwang Jun-Ho x Reader and The Recruiter x Reader.

Warnings: mostly All fluff. Squid game violence, the recruiters is sort of yanderish?

Note: I’m writing like 11 different fics no joke 😭 GENDER NEUTRAL READER! NOT PROOFREAD

Thanos

- His ego grows just a LIL bigger, loves that HIS girl/boy/whatever! Has him as their Lock Screen.

- Suddenly wants to match EVERYTHING, Tattoos, Nail vanish, piercings, even pfps if you bring it up.

- Would love if you dyed your hair as well, but probably won’t force you just recommended it to you <3

- Would change his Lockscreen to you and him as well, and on the angsty side of things we know Thanos struggled with suicide and you pulled him out a dark abyss, so he practically always wants to see your face.

- after matching with you he will randomly turn on his phone if he wants to just look at you.

- Suggests matching phone charms as well.

Se-Mi

- Jokes on you! you were her Lockscreen first. Ever since you guys hit the 1 year mark you’ve been her everything, her Lockscreen, her HomeScreen, even her password.

- You’ve nipped out to get snacks and she sees you’ve got a notification from a friend, she’s goes to check it just see you’ve got her and you as your Lockscreen 🫶 (she knows she’s found a keeper atp)

- If anyone dares bring it up or even make fun of you for your Lock screen , she’s very firmly telling them to shut the fuck up.

- Isn’t letting anyone talk to her partner that way 💕

- Will probably ask if you wanna get matching piercings as well.

Kang Dae-Ho

- A little part of him melts, is also wondering why tf he didn’t think of that first!

- Reaffirms himself and his security with you.

- Also changes his to be just of you.

- Adds little photo widgets of himself and you to his Lockscreen as well, he AWAYS wants to see you.

- He notices you’ve added your own widgets, like photos of the bouquet he bought you up, your holding hands and even photos of him in the early morning when you guys have just woke up.

Cho Hyun-Ju

- She’s smitten the first time she notices, knew she struck gold when she met you; someone who treats her with respect and love.

- She’s a little more clingy to you that day, not that you mind at all. Lots of hand rubbing and cheek kisses.

- You ask her “what’s wrong love?” And she replies with a simple “nothing, nothing at all.”

- Starts taking more photos of you both than usual because she wants to add them as widgets!

- Will ask if you wanna match home screens or phone charms next.

Hwang Jun-Ho

- The type of guy to point it out low-key, only because he’s found himself a keeper.

- Would especially love it if the picture of you two is from one the dates he’s taken you on.

- He was worried originally that you had fallen out of love with him, after he came back half dead with a bullet lodged in his shoulder. Knowing you still wanted to see him helped.

- I imagine he has a basic Lockscreen so when he asks to change his to you, you have to help him <3

- He just loves you.

The Recruiter

- Definitely another one who already had you as his Lockscreen, he wants to see you at ALL times.

- Would lose more of his marbles if he couldn’t see his partner.

- He lives a dangerous life so does worry for your safety sometimes if anyone were to ever find out your his spouse.

- Is very delighted to find out he’s yours Lockscreen as well! You’re the object of all his desires and you’re not going anywhere.

- Doesn’t dare brag to people, because he wants you to himself.

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I had to keep them all short because I knew damn well I’d get sidetracked 😭🫶

[voxslays]

CHILDHOOD BEDROOM — THANOS

Warnings: Small age gap (four years), smut, slight voyeurism. A/N: What do y’all think of this trope?

✩ Nah, but imagine taking Thanos to your old childhood home to meet your parents. After they get to know your new boyfriend, you take him upstairs to your old childhood bedroom, just for old times sake.

✩ You let him look around a bit at your old room, filled with all your old and ‘childish’ hyperfixations, interests, and hobbies. While looking around, Su-bong sees a poster for a very familiar rapper on the wall above your small, twin-sized bed. It was him.

✩ Thanos was somewhat popular among K-pop stans before the games (and before the crypto scam by MG coin…but we don’t talk about that), but even he was surprised to see his poster on his girlfriend’s wall.

✩ Thanos was a few years older than you. He started his career at seventeen (when you were thirteen)—but he never would’ve expected to see this. He chuckles and turns to you. “I didn’t know you were such a fan, Señorita.”

✩ And before you know it, he’s taking you on that small bed you used to sleep in as a child. “Thanos!” You cry, scared your parents will hear you as you wrap your legs around his lower torso. “What’s wrong, angel?” Su-bong continues plowing into you.

✩ You are then roughly flipped onto your stomach as Thanos seamlessly continues his assault on your hole. You’re forced to muffles your cries and moans into one of your old stuffed animals as Thanos roughly grips your hips.

✩ When he finally lets you go, your legs are trembling as he collapses onto you, gently nipping at your neck as you run your fingers through his messy purple hair. You were glad your parents liked him, and even happier that ache between your legs had been satisfied.

[wyndy31]

SHOUTIN🎀

cotton candy grapes

thanos / player 230 x reader (squid game)

warnings — very short drabble, reader has pink hair, noncon kissing, biting that draws blood, choking, subtle threatening, drug use

by clicking read more you consent to reading this content and you are 18+

somehow, he hadn’t noticed you in the first game. you’d think the only other person there with dyed hair, that was pink, would immediately get his attention. but he didn’t notice until after the games when it was time to vote, you smacking that red X. he only saw your hair though, he wanted to see your face. he knew you had to be stunning.

the voting ends and he sees you on the other side sitting on your bed with your face in your hands. he gets up to go over to you.

“where are you going?”

nam-gyu his lap dog. he sits up out of his bed to see what his owners doing.

“none of your business.”

he walks away towards you, nam-gyu watching the whole time. on the way there he pops a pill in his mouth.

“hello señorita.”

you look up and he’s stunned. god you were beautiful. he whistles at you.

“what’dya say you join me and my team over there beautiful?”

he points to the other side where you see a group of people.

“uh, no thank you.”

“come on babe don’t be so difficult. you’re over here all alone, you need alliances. and i, thanos, the greatest rapper there has ever been, am a great ally.”

you pause and think. it would be nice to have allies in a shit hole like this. but then you think back to the first game. right in front of you, a whole row of people fall forward and get shot. it wasn’t from somebody tripping. no. it’s because this guy who says his name is thanos pushed them. you’re pulled out of your thoughts and look him in the eyes.

“you killed all those people.“

he looks at you with a shocked sarcastic smile.

“did i?”

“yes. yes you did. the first game, you pushed them all. no i don’t wanna fucking be on your team are you crazy?”

he puts a hand on your shoulder and pushes it back slightly before you slap his hand away.

“come on señorita, money is money! you didn’t know those people and neither did i!”

he laughs, sick. he leans forward closer to your face and then moves over to your ear.

“plus, you don’t wanna know what’ll happen if you don’t join my team and switch that X.”

he leans back and points to the red X on your chest. flicking it. you stand up and ignore him before walking away, going to the bathroom to avoid him. he just stares your way.

“girls who play hard to get are so fucking hot.”

he runs a hand through his hair before going back to his degenerate friend nam-gyu. telling him all about you. granted he twisted a lot of shit. claiming you wanted him so bad, but was just so intimidated by how famous he is that you didn’t want part of that spotlight, and that’s why you said no. definitely was not what you said at all though.

you come back in the room, your pink hair bouncing behind you. god it looked so soft. he should’ve ran his hand through your hair while he had the chance. lights out comes about and he just sits up on his bed, taking another pill. thinking to himself what his next action should be. what if you died tomorrow and he didn’t even get the chance to kiss you? he gets up and walks back over to your side. you were trying to go to sleep, but weren’t asleep yet. he simply just grabs your elbow and pulls you behind the bed, pressing you against the wall.

“what the hell is wrong with you?”

he looks you dead in the eye with a crazed look. and rubs his hands through your hair. so fucking soft.

“babe, you’re just so fucking beautiful, what if you die tomorrow? and i don’t get the chance to smoke with you, kiss you, fuck you…”

you give him a disgusted look before he grabs your face in both hands giving you a tight kiss. forcing his tongue in your mouth. you push at his chest with your hands before stomping on his foot and he jumps back.

“you fucking bitch.”

he goes back up to you before you get the chance to get away from him and he grips your hair between all his fingers. you wanted to scream but didn’t wanna make things worse. plus, nobody would help you in a place like this. constant killing and fighting. nobody gave a fuck about you. he takes a deep breath before he breaths it all out into your neck. he wraps his hands around your neck as a warning, rubbing his fingers in circles around it.

“you’re so beautiful, one of the prettiest women i’ve ever seen. just give a handsome guy like me a chance.”

he kisses you again, hands still around your neck, doing light little pulse squeezes every few seconds as a warning. he bites your lip this time drawing a little bit of blood, causing you to go to scream. but as soon as you do, he’s squeezing your throat as tight as he can, you can’t get any air, not even a single noise out. he continues to kiss you before pulling away and looking you in the eyes as you struggle to breathe. finally he lets go and pushes your hair behind your ear.

“i expect you change your mind tomorrow, kay babe? wouldn’t wanna hurt you even more, i really do like you.”

he takes a step back and you guys just hold eye contact and he swings his cross necklace, playing with it in his fingers before opening it.

“if you ever want some, just come to me. the pink one suits you perfectly.”

[strawbearyxx]

⊹˚⋆ જ ꒰ thanos as your bf ꒱ જ ⋆˚⊹

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~ enjoys showing you off, needs everyone to know you’re off limits

~ loves loves loves pet names

~ yaps a lot when he’s high and he’ll just keep repeating how much he loves you over and over and over (you’ll never get tired of it)

~ still tries to impress you even though you’re already dating— embarrasses himself a lot but you find it cute

~ extremely touchy, always sometimes grabs your ass in public

~ always talking to namgyu about your relationship, he knows wayyy more than he’d like to

~ brags about you 24/7, i can totally see him unironically being like “i pulled a baddie fr, my rizz is insane”

~ loves teasing you, he likes the way you get worked up over him barely doing anything

~ doesn’t try to hide the fact that he’s always checking you out

~ needs you to tell him what you want, he has a hard time figuring it out on his own

~ when he’s not high he’s super sweet and cuddly with you, you wish you could see that side of him more often

~ definitely a rough and messy kisser, extremely impatient

~ practically begs you to get high with him and pouts if you don’t

~ not shy about telling you what he wants to do to you, will purposefully whisper things in your ear to fluster you

~ a little insane when it comes to you, doesn’t want anyone else near you cause you’re all his

~ so protective of you that it’s a little toxic

~ calls out namgyu for looking at you and threatens anyone who stares for too long

~ loves it when you’re needy for him, it boosts his ego

~ overall not the best bf but he’s still hot

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[luvfae]

WITHDRAWALS

summary: after a year of no contact, su-bong shows up on your doorstep in tears.

parings: thanos/choi su-bong x f!reader

warnings: smut, oral (thanos receiving), mention of addiction, drug withdrawals, swearing.

You and Thanos had broken up over a year ago.

Going no contact was the hardest decision you’d ever made, but it was necessary. Cutting ties with someone who had once been your world felt like tearing out a piece of your own soul, but loving him was killing you.

His drug habit had spiraled into a full-blown addiction, and no amount of pleading or begging could get him to see reason. You couldn’t save someone who didn’t want to be saved. So one night, with a note left on the kitchen counter, you disappeared from his life.

Since then, you’d rebuilt yourself. A stable job, a cozy apartment, and college classes that filled your days with purpose. You were piecing together a life you could be proud of, even if sometimes, late at night, memories of him crept in.

So when you heard a knock on your door past midnight, your heart twisted with a premonition.

“Who the hell…?” you muttered, setting aside your textbooks as you padded to the door. “Hello?

“Y/N, it’s me.”

That voice—hoarse and broken—cut through you like a knife.

“Su-bong?” Disbelief and dread knotted in your stomach. “What are you doing here? How do you even know where I live?”

“I ran into your friend,” he admitted, shame thick in his tone. “She told me.”

You made a mental note to reevaluate your friendships, but that was the least of your worries. Through the door, you could hear it—the edge of desperation in his voice, the quiver that spoke of tears held back too long.

“Please let me in,” he whispered. “I… I don’t know where else to go.”

Against every instinct screaming at you to keep the door closed, you opened it.

He collapsed into your arms, a tangle of limbs and choked sobs. You wrapped your arms around him, rubbing circles into his back as he clung to you like a lifeline.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, pulling back just enough to see his face—eyes bloodshot, cheeks hollowed by a suffering you couldn’t begin to understand.

“I’m two days clean,” he confessed, voice cracking. “I’m going fucking insane. Everything hurts.”

You sighed, a mix of relief and sadness washing over you. “Why are you here, Su-bong?”

He shrugged, wiping at his eyes. “You’re the only person I can think about now that I’m sober. I needed to see you. I needed to apologize for everything I did.”

His hands trembled, and you could see the raw pain of withdrawal etched into every line of his body. You guided him to the couch, disappearing briefly into the kitchen to make him tea—exactly how he liked it. Some details you couldn’t forget, no matter how hard you tried.

When you sat beside him, he took a shaky sip, eyes downcast. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, voice barely more than a whisper.

“It’s okay,” you replied, though you knew you were lying to both of you. It wasn’t okay. But his vulnerability chipped away at the walls you’d built, and you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away.

“It’s not okay,” he insisted, setting the mug down with a trembling hand. “I put you through hell. I took the best thing in my life and destroyed it.”

Tears brimmed in your eyes, not from longing but from the ache of seeing him so broken. “I’ve moved on, Su-bong. I’ve had to.”

“I haven’t,” he admitted, voice thick with guilt. “I think my grieving was numbed by all the drugs. Now you’re all I can think about. I fucked up so badly.”

He pulled you into a tight hug, his arms wrapping around you like he was afraid you’d vanish. And maybe you should have pulled away, set boundaries, protected yourself. But the old wounds still ached, and some part of you needed closure that hadn’t come from silence and distance.

Without thinking, you cupped his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing the tear tracks on his cheeks. Then your lips met his, soft and tentative at first, a tentative crossing of a line you thought you’d never touch again.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled against your lips, his breath mingling with yours.

“Shh,” you murmured, your forehead resting against his. “Let me make you feel better.”

His eyes flickered with confusion and longing. “Why would you want to? After everything I did…?”

“I don’t know,” you confessed, voice raw with honesty. “Maybe because part of me still cares. Maybe because I want to believe you can be better. That we can be better.”

You straddled his lap, your arms looping around his neck as your lips sought his again, deeper this time. His hands hesitated before finding your waist, gripping like he needed the anchor.

In the back of your mind, you knew this was dangerous—inviting old wounds to reopen, risking the stability you’d fought to build. But in that moment, wrapped up in the heat of his mouth and the desperate clutch of his hands, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Your fingers fumbled with the buckle of his jeans, and he lifted his hips just enough for you to drag them down, his boxers following.

But before you could go any further, Su-bong’s hand wrapped around your wrist, his touch warm, trembling. His eyes searched yours, clouded with exhaustion, with longing, with something unspoken.

“You don’t have to,” he whispered.

“I know.” You leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. “I want to. Do you?”

He nodded, almost instantly. Of course he did—he had never once denied himself the pleasure of you.

You slipped onto your knees, the carpet soft against your skin.

Your hand wrapped around him, stroking slowly until he hardened under your touch.

Then, you leaned forward, running your tongue along the underside of his cock, your eyes flickering up to meet his. His breath hitched, fingers twitching at his sides before they found their place tangled in your hair.

And then—

That groan. That deep, desperate sound that had been imprinted in your memory like a scar.

Fuck, you had missed him.

As much as you wished you hadn’t, you had.

You took him into your mouth, warm and familiar, and his head dropped back against the couch, a shuddering breath escaping his lips. You worked him with slow, deliberate movements, your tongue flicking, your fingers squeezing—anything to pull him from the pain of his withdrawals, to give him something else to focus on.

“Fuck,” he choked out, his grip on your hair tightening. “You’re so beautiful.”

His voice cracked, and when you looked up, tears were slipping down his cheeks.

You hesitated.

“Keep going,” he said, barely above a whisper.

So you did.

You took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, working your hand in sync with your lips, dragging him to the edge with each bob of your head. His moans turned into breathless, desperate whimpers, hips rocking involuntarily against your face.

He came down your throat, a broken groan spilling from his lips, his whole body shaking beneath you.

You swallowed, gasping for air as you pulled away, licking the taste of him from your lips.

His hands found you instantly, pulling you back into his lap, holding you close. His lips trailed over your forehead, your temple, your cheek, then finally—finally—your mouth.

“I missed you so much,” he murmured against your lips. His arms tightened around you, as if afraid you’d disappear all over again. “You hurt me so fucking bad when you left.”

Your fingers slipped into his hair—the hair you once knew as black, now dyed a deep shade of purple.

“I called you so many times,” he continued, his voice raw, fragile. “Just hoping, by some miracle, you’d unblock me.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I had to leave, Su-bong.”

“I know.” He exhaled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I know, baby.”

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. You just sat there, wrapped in each other, breathing in the weight of everything you had been, everything you had lost.

Then—soft, hesitant—he asked, “Do you think we could ever be us again?”

You hummed, running your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. “We could work it out,” you said.

His grip tightened. “I don’t deserve you.”

“I know you don’t.” You smiled, just barely. “But I’m willing to try—if you promise to stay clean.”

His breath hitched, his hands pressing against your lower back.

“This is the Su-bong I fell in love with.”

His forehead dropped against yours. He was shaking again, but it wasn’t from withdrawals this time.

“I’ll stay clean,” he whispered. His lips ghosted over yours, his hands cradling your face like you were something fragile. Something worth saving. “For you.”

A pause.

“I promise.”

[devixncy]

Could you do a Thanos fic with a sweetheart reader. Just her being kind and talkative to everyone, and him supporting her: but also acting as a bodyguard and keeping anyone from taking advantage of her kindness. 

a/n: loooved this request, kinda hate how this turned out tho but i was writing this off of nyquil and whatever braincells i have left

✧ pairing: thanos/choi su-bong x sweetheart!reader

✧ content: fem reader implied, probably (def) ooc thanos, brief mention of drugs/alcohol/sex, mention of the games but deviates from the story line, basically post squid game au, swearing, tiny bit of violence, i think that's it??

✧ word count: 2.0k

All your life, you had been a bundle of joy. Your kindness radiated off of you wherever you went. There was nothing that made you happier than helping those in need, saying hello to people passing on the street, or picking flowers for strangers. You had been a victim of bullying as a young kid, and from there on out you vowed to never treat anyone else the way you were treated. Thus, you earned the nickname ‘sunshine’.

That’s why many were confused as to how you ended up with Thanos. Your bubbly personality and his arrogant, stubborn, cocky personality clashed like fire and water. That was how the two of you worked, though. You were his sun, and him your moon. You kept him sane on his worst days, the reason that he was on the road to giving up his habits of drinking and taking pills. It wasn’t easy, and it had been a long journey. His rapping career had taken a nosedive, losing most of his money to crypto scams and stupid decisions. Before he met you his life had revolved around meaningless sex and drugs, partying every weekend until his brain turned to mush and he couldn’t feel anything. 

During the games, though, you had captured his attention like no one else ever had. He had been mildly confused at first. 

“Hey, Señorita. Why don’t you come and join my team, yeah? I, Thanos the great, will keep you safe.” He and his partner, player 124, snickered. His cockiness didn’t bother you, though. You beamed, eyes lighting up as you were thrilled somebody wanted you to join them.

“Really? Yeah, for sure!” Your reply was genuine, throwing Thanos off. Most girls played hard to get, adding an element of thrill for him. He loved the chase, and for the first time there apparently was no chase. He and Nam-gyu exchanged confused glances, with the latter looking disappointed.

“Yeah, never mind. We can find somebody el-” Thanos was quick to shut Nam-gyu up, a grin adoring his face. He threw his arm around your shoulder, giving you a squeeze. 

“Why would we need anyone else when we have this beautiful flower right here?” Thanos replied as he looked at you with his pupils blown wide. Instead of being scared away, you felt sympathy tug at your heart. You could tell that the purple haired man was struggling, fighting demons that only he knew about. With that, you decided to stick with him. And it stayed that way through the rest of the games. He tried many advances, and was only met with sincerity. His constant unnecessary flirting was met with smiles and laughter from you, so carefree that it genuinely confused him even in his incredibly high state.

He continued to watch you during the games and within the dormitory, noticing as your small acts of kindness didn’t just apply to him. He saw you give some of your food to Jun-hee, insisting that she eat more. When tension arose between players, you were there trying to break it up and most of the time, it worked. You tried to be there for Min-su when you could tell he was scared. After so long, Thanos began to grow a soft spot for you, though he would never show it.

Once the games had disbanded as the vote to leave finally won, he spent many days with you lingering in the back of his mind.  He returned to his old habits, knowing it wasn’t like him to let his thoughts be consumed by a woman. His fascination with you really just stemmed from how you managed to be a beacon of light even in the darkest of times, and how even if you were feeling low it would be impossible for anyone to tell. Everyone else's needs came before your own. Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore and decided to seek you out. 

Now, while his life was still anything but quiet, he had you. While he had a funny way of showing his appreciation most of the time (he still held that same arrogant personality that you had come to know during the games), deep down he was grateful to have someone like you in his life. He knew the kind of person you were, and he couldn’t believe you stuck by someone like him. You two were walking in the street and a fan came up to him? You would quietly step back, a smile on your lips as you watched them interact. He had a show? You were there front and center every single time, being his biggest supporter. He slipped up and took a pill? You didn’t look at him differently or hold any ill will towards him. You’d stay by his side, making sure he was okay and fussing over him until he came down. That never came without a stern lecture though, of course.

What he absolutely hated, however, was when people took advantage of your kindness. There were bad people out there, but you tried to see through it, always trying to find the good in everyone. He considered you a doormat at times; you let people walk all over you just because you had such a good heart.

The two of you were walking down the street late at night. He had his hood up and sunglasses on, trying to mask his identity even though it was dark out. A cigarette was held loosely between his fingers, lazily taking a puff every now and then. You walked by his side, your fingers intertwined with his free ones. He always had to be touching you in some way whether it was holding your hand, his arm around your shoulder, or sliding his finger into the belt loop of your jeans. The man did not care about PDA, he just wanted to show you off and let everyone know you were his any chance he got. 

He was stressed, wanting nothing more than to get back to your shared apartment. He couldn’t wait to unwind and get into bed with you, imagining as you put on one of his shirts that was far too big for your frame. While he was lost in thought, he noticed that your hand had slipped out of his. Turning around, he inwardly groaned as he noticed that you had stopped by a man on the ground. He stopped, watching the interaction warily. While he knew that you were too sweet for your own good, he supported it, just always keeping a watchful eye on the situation. 

You approached the man, frowning as you felt the chill in the air. No one should have to live like this, you thought. It completely saddened you. 

“Hello sir,” you spoke softly as you began to pull money out of your purse. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for him to be able to get some food and hopefully some water. You could smell the alcohol wafting off of him, making your nose scrunch but that didn’t deter you. “Here. I hope this helps.” You held out the money towards him. He eyed you suspiciously, snatching it out of your outstretched hand. Before you could pull your hand away, he grabbed your wrist. Your smile faltered slightly. 

“You think this is enough, bitch?” He sneered, clearly very intoxicated. His grip on your wrist tightened and you winced, trying to pull it away. “I know you have more in there. Let’s see what else you got, huh?” He went to reach for the straps of your purse with his other hand. 

“Hey, motherfucker! I’ll fucking kill you for that!” 

Thanos shouted from behind you, wasting no time in storming up and swiftly kicking the man. The impact was enough to cause him to let go of your wrist and you stumbled back, eyes wide in shock. Thanos delivered a punch, and then another one, and you couldn’t bear to watch anymore. You knew he actually would kill the guy.

“Su-bong!” You yelled out, grabbing his arm and pulling him away with all of your strength. His nostrils flared, seething as he snatched the money right back out of the man’s hand. Instantly, you shook your head, pulling the cash out of your boyfriend’s hand. “Don’t kick him while he’s down.” You said quietly as you placed the money back down by the man, not concerned as he was too busy trying to catch his breath after having the wind knocked out of him. Thanos rolled his eyes so hard they could’ve gotten stuck in the back of his head. He quickly pulled you away, gripping your upper arm. 

“This is why I hate the way that you are sometimes, sunshine,” He hissed, and his words stung only for a moment as you knew he didn’t really mean it. “What if I wasn’t with you, huh? Then what?” 

“I’m completely capable of taking care of myself, Su-bong.” You murmured, shaking your arm out of his grasp. You rubbed your wrist with your free hand, already being able to see the redness forming under the street lights. He grumbled, cursing as he grabbed your hand. 

“Let me see.” He inspected your wrist, anger bubbling to the surface again. He whipped around and glared at the guy on the ground, causing you to grab his shoulder and force him to keep walking. You knew his temper was like a ticking time bomb, especially when it came to anyone messing with you or even so much as looking at you the wrong way. 

“It’s okay, my love. I’m fine, we’re fine. My wrist is okay. Relax.” Your reassuring voice spoke quietly as he looked down at you, that painfully optimistic smile plastered on your face. He stopped walking and grabbed your face, smashing his lips onto yours. You reciprocated, kissing him back with a softness that rivaled his neediness. 

“You drive me absolutely crazy, you know that señorita?” He whispered, peppering kisses on your jawline and down your neck as you giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“I have to keep you on your toes somehow.” You joked as he wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you off of the ground momentarily as he squeezed you. 

“You sure do, sweetheart. I just want you to be careful, you know? You're too…nice, for your own good. Can’t have anyone taking advantage of my beautiful flower.” He growled, picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder like it was nothing. Your giggling fit continued at his dramatics, although you didn’t protest. He didn’t show his protective side often so when he did you secretly loved it. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Su-bong. You don’t have to worry,” And god, he hoped you were right. You had become his lifeline, the very thing keeping him on this Earth. His past meant nothing when he had a future with you in it. “As long as I have Thanos the great as my bodyguard, I don't have to worry.” He rolled his eyes at that comment, his free hand coming up and smacking you on the ass. He heard you gasp and could almost feel the wind up as you did it back, making him chuckle. 

“Alright now, my sunshine. Let’s get you back to the safety of my bed.” He hadn’t put you down but you didn’t mind even if you were getting slightly lightheaded. You whispered an ‘I love you’, so quiet he almost didn’t catch it. He did, though, and his breath hitched. You knew he wasn’t good at showing his emotions, so whenever you did tell him you loved him you took no offense when he didn’t directly say it back. Most times, he deflected and would just answer with something along the lines of ‘yeah, you too’. He was far from the sappy type, the polar opposite of you. This time, however, you heard him loud and clear when he whispered it back. A jolt of shock ran through your body, not expecting this to be the moment he finally said what you’d been waiting to hear. 

“Wow, you must’ve really been worried about me, huh?” You couldn’t help but ruin the moment.

“Aye, don’t push it now. Next time I’ll stand by and let him rob you.”

[vanillebunny]

Heyyy I saw you’re taking request so here’s a fun one! Can I request a hurt/comfort Thanos x reader post games fic? A soft reunión if you will! Obviously an AU where either the X votes win OR where Thanos actually survives his supposed death and gets out. I’m thinking he and the reader got super close during the games but completed lost track of each other afterwards. And one day they just do happen to reunite ☺️

a/n: hi anon!! thank u so much for requesting!! i keep rewatching squid game js for thanos i have a problem

warnings: light drug use, mentions of addiction, i think thats it but please tell me if i missed something!

you don't know how you got into this mess, how you managed to get into a deal so bad that it put you in deep debt. which brought you here, with all these people. in green tracksuits, all of them reduced to a number rather than a name

'it's okay, i'll play a few games, get my money and finally get back to my life' you think to yourself, fiddling with the sleeves of your jacket as you look around nervously. you don't know what this was, some form of pyramid scheme--gambling den? whatever it was, it didn't exactly bring ease to your mind

you're startled by the sudden sound of someone behind you, tapping your shoulder. you look back and see a man with purple hair, smiling like an idiot. you furrow your eyebrows, who the hell was this guy?

"seniorita excuse me" he says and smirks, "couldn't help but see you over here, all nervous--please, i know i'm too hot to handle but im sure.." he trails off and looks over you once, twice, before looking back at your face, "you can handle it" he says and you raise your eyebrows, repulsed by his actions. you back away

"who the hell are you?" you say, grossed out by this clearly overly confident guy

"im a legend!" he says and makes a little pose with his hands, "thanos." he says and wiggles his fingers, showing off the different colors of each nails

"thanos?" you scoff, "as in...that guy from the movies?" you say and he nods, wiggling his fingers even more to really emphasize the so called infinity stone colored nails

"don't worry seniorita! i have all the power in the world to protect you from these demons!" he says and surrounds you, looking at the people around you exaggeratedly, all of whom don't even spare him a second glance, clearly busy with their own problems

"uh...yeah thanks. im okay" you say and begin to walk away, to the crowd where everyone was listening to the instructions and such.

soon, you were all in the large sandy field, spreading out to begin the game. red light, green light they said. all of this just seemed...too easy. there has to be some catch, there's no way you play some child's game and walk out with billions of won

when you go around and take your place, you can hear running, and you look behind you to see none other than that same purple haired freak that was desperately trying to reach you. you roll your eyes and turn away but he was quick to get beside you

"phew! thought i wasn't gonna get to you in time" he says, as if it you two planned to be playing together or something, "don't worry, we'll play these games together--then you, me, billions of won in our hands. you think our kids would be proud of their appa for protecting their eomma and making sure she wins too?" he says and you just raise a brow, huh?

"who said we're playing together?" you say and begin to move away but to your luck, the game begins, and you have no choice but to stay frozen in place. where, thanos was right beside you, smiling triumphantly at the fact that you were still here

as the game begins, the players all seem to be moving calmly, nobody had lost till now. and it was all very relaxed, huh, maybe this wasn't as bad as you thought

but your relaxation went as quickly as it had come. a woman, not too far ahead of you, had a bee fly on her neck. a man beside her informed her about it and she--like any other person, panicked and moved, making her the first loser.

like in any other game, if someone lost they leave the game. so everyone expected her to just walk out, but as soon as she moved, a loud shot was heard. and you froze, the sight of her, falling to the ground--bullet to her head with blood already beginning to pool, you panicked.

what the hell was this? you knew this wasn't right! you knew there was a catch--but this? your heart raced, barely able to hear anyone with you. you watched helplessly as people began running and screaming, each one who moves an inch dies instantly by the shots firing from the sky.

you ran with every inch of strength you had, and just as the giant robotic doll stopped singing, you stopped. a tear streaming down your cheek, but you were too slow to realize--you were about to fall right when she turns her head.

you closed your eyes, accepting your fate. but somehow, you feel yourself still. you open your eyes, your chest heaving, you look down, seeing a pair of feet right beside you, probably the person holding you up

"don't move...okay? i got you" you hear the person say and you instantly know who it is, the same purple haired weirdo that had been trying to flirt with you earlier. his voice is...different though. it's not as cocky as it was before, you could hear a slight tremor, he's probably just as scared as you are

"th...thank you" you whisper out with tears streaming down your cheeks, the two of you continued on. holding on to each other as the game kept going, as soon as you finally reached the finish line, you hugged him tightly.

"thank you...thank you so much" you cry softly, so grateful. you thought he was just another guy that would probably let you die if it meant he wins, but to your surprise he wasnt.

he was a bit taken back by the sudden hug, but hugged you back. "i told you ill make sure you win too didn't i?" he says and you two pull away, and you smile half heartedly. annoyed by the reminder of his remark earlier, but still grateful. "i think it would be...kind of a bad story if i tell our kids i let their eomma die" he says and you shake your head, annoyed

soon, everyone was sitting in the room silently. not a single person was speaking, everyone was quiet. processing what they had just been through. you could see everyone had splashes of blood on them, probably from the people that have been shot around them. you sat alone, till you see thanos come and sit beside you

he's definitely not as scared as he was before, more hyper and aware of things. you could see him unable to sit still, sitting beside you while singing something to himself. he looks at you and grins, "im a kind man! ill share" he says and opens his cross necklace, which was fully supplied with candy. clearly not just any candy and probably the thing making him so hyper

you raise a brow and shake your head, you've been on that road before, it's what got you here. you'd rather not. "thank you...no. not again..." you mutter the last part to yourself, and he slows down his movements, noticing the distant look on your face.

"you try?" he says and you just nod, more to yourself than him.

"you don't wanna get too hopped up on that stuff...it's..not pretty" you say and he instantly closes his necklace, and kind of...just looks ahead, thinking.

soon, the guards come and everyone panics, some people crying and begging for them to spare their life. but the guards just stand there, trying to explain that that's not what's happening. one of the players, 456, suggests the idea that there should be a vote. you look at thanos for a moment

"are you...staying?" you say and he just nods, "i need to! im a legend yknow, this stuff is easy! can't go without my money" he says and you just look down. but he quiets down, "uh...are you?"

you quickly shake your head, "no--no i just...i want to go home." you say and get up to get in line for the vote, and he just follows you.

you vote for x, and go with the group, people cheering for you. thanos was right after you, and you can see him hesitate for a moment. his friend, can be heard telling him to keep playing. but he glances at you, just for a second, and presses x.

why would he do that? but he was in debt, he needs it way more than you do

after that, you woke up in the street. it was all a quick blur, as soon as the votes were counted up. the x votes more than the o. everything fades and you were alone in the street, tied up loosely with your clothes in a pile beside you. you managed to knaw the rope loose, and untied your legs, getting dressed.

the days went by quickly. you don't know what you were doing, but something just felt...wrong. not the games of course, never that. you'd rather die than play them again...but you die in the games too so its not really a good analogy. but anyway, it was just something. you were back on your own, without anyone, as it always was.

and you never did mind. you were used to it, so why was it...so strange now? so wrong?

you roamed the streets of korea, just lost in a daze, not really wondering where you're going. till you reach the arcade that was in the alley, you walk in and bump into someone

"hey! don't you--" the person's voice quickly came to a halt when they looked at you, you looked at them. it was none other than thanos. thanos! you don't know why, or how--but that feeling you've been going through ever since you managed to get out of the games, it was completely gone now.

the two of you looked at each other for a long time, before he smiles. "seniorita! i thought i'd never see you again!" he smiles and jumps around like an idiot. you should be weirded out, leaving and saying you don't want to see this freak again. but you don't. you stay and actually smile back

"this is great! now i have a partner to play with, les gooo!" he says and drags you along with him into the arcade without even giving you a chance to respond. the two of you had spent that time together, playing games and it was actually fun. for the first time you were...enjoying yourself

soon, you were both some convenience store nearby, eating ramen and laughing about how you both suck so bad at playing.

after a while it had grown quiet, and you wanted to just ask.

"...why did you vote x...when we were in the games?" you say and he just kind of looks away for a moment before looking back at you

"well!" he begins, trying to sound cocky, but you can tell he's just putting up a facade, "can't have the future eomma of my kids get hurt now, can i? to not be able...to go home" he says and just looks down, mixing in his ramen

you just look at him for a moment, its all so quiet. he was a freak, a weirdo when you met him. you said to yourself that this guy was clearly another junkie, some asshole thinking hes a big flirt. but right now...all you saw was just...thanos. hes just thanos.

"thank you thanos..." you say, just looking at him, and he stops mixing and looks at you, his cocky expression fading.

"choi su bong...my name...is choi su bong. thanos is just for...the ones i keep at a distance" he mutters and looks down, his hands--as if trying to reach for his cross necklace again, but you can hear him sigh when he realizes its not there

"did you lose it?" you ask and he shakes his head

"no...im not on that stuff anymore. well im trying at least." he says and you're surprised, you're pretty sure just a few days ago he was offering you a full stock.

"why's that?' you ask and he just looks back at you

"it's not pretty" he says, repeating your exact words. "well..still a long way to go but im starting" he says and nods to himself and you just smile

"you can do it...i know you can" you say and--mentally facepalm at what you're about to do, but you don't care that much. you hold up your hands and make the exact same pose he made to you when you were at the games, "you're a legend, thanos! this is easy" you say and he just chuckles at your attempt to imitate him

"yeah well i got you with me seniorita" he says softly, but quickly returns to his cocky expression, "im unstoppable now!"

you don't know what this was exactly. but whatever it is...you were happy with it

[elleandstufff]

Let's Play a Game -`✮´- Part 3

Young and in the club scene due to the family business, you meet an up-and-coming rapper who calls himself Thanos. As the two of you become deeply embedded in the dark world of fame, money, and drugs, you begin to wonder if you can make it out alive. Pre-games, during the games, and post-games Thanos/Choi Su-bong x fem!reader

Chapter Warnings: Club setting, moderate drinking, your friends suck, sneaking around (and getting caught…), protective!Thanos (he knows how to fight and is not afraid to), fluff/cuteness, you meet his mom, reader gets a migraine at one point, SMUT, oral (both receiving), p in v, squirting, soft dom!Thanos, creampie (reader has IUD), tummy bulge/tummy pressing, praise kink, overstimulation, reader is a sex crier but I wouldn’t classify it as dacryphilia, aftercare, soooo many pet names, there’s a lot going on, okay? Dialogue written in bold italics is spoken in English, 5.4k words

Note: If you don’t like smut you can skip that section and the story will still make sense (this goes for all future chapters as well). Otherwise enjoy <3

Part 1 Part 2 Masterlist

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Your name being called pulls you away from swiping through pictures of you and Su-bong. For the last three weeks, you spent every night at the club with him watching his performances and then sneaking around together. During the day the two of you texted constantly. The two of you hadn’t yet put a label on your relationship, but you considered him your boyfriend. It all felt a bit juvenile, but for once you were happy that someone was willing to show that they wanted you for you. 

“Sorry, what?” you ask after your name is called once again. 

“I’ve been trying to talk to you for five minutes,” your friend, Eun-yeong says from behind the driver’s wheel. She was the daughter of one of your father’s business partners, so you had been friends by default for quite a while.

“She’s been obsessed with her phone ever since she started dating that rapper. Oh, wait, they’re not even dating yet,” Eun-yeong’s twin sister, Han-na, says. 

Eun-yeong snaps back at her sister. “We’re adults now. You don’t have to officially ask anymore.”

“You have to at least kiss,” Han-na says. 

“I don’t know… I think it’s kinda nice we’re taking things slow,” you mutter while looking out the car window. “I’ve never had anyone be genuinely interested in me without some kind of ulterior motive.”

Han-na looks back at you from the front seat and you shrink back, feeling like a little kid being scolded. “He’s twenty-five, babe. By this point you should practically be living together. Our older sister fucked her husband within, like, an hour of meeting him.” 

“I don’t think it has to be like that-” 

Eun-yeong squeals, cutting you off. “We need to stop and get Miss Social an energy drink so she’s not spacing out like last time.” 

You don’t want an energy drink, but Eun-yeong stops the car to let you and Han-na hop out of the car as she drives it around the block waiting for you two. You enter the little convenience store and pick out an energy drink to appease your friends. You get in line and as the person in front of you walks off an unexpected face comes into view. 

Behind the checkout counter, Su-bong looks like he’s seen a ghost. The t-shirt and work vest he wears are much different than the clothes you’re used to seeing him in, but you’d recognize his brown eyes and hand tattoos anywhere. 

“I didn’t know you worked here,” you say, breaking the silence between you two. 

“Yeah, I kinda need money…” He awkwardly scratches the back of his neck. 

You reach to hand the can forward for him to scan, but he pushes it back toward you with a smile. “It’s on the house.” 

“Ugh, come on. Eun-yeong is bitching because there’s some dude on her ass.” Han-na comes to your side with her face buried in her phone. She finally looks up and takes in the cashier. When she recognizes who it is, she makes a face. “Ah, this is your friend…” 

“I’ll see you tonight!” you can barely get out as Han-na is dragging you outside. 

As you wait outside, Han-na looks at you like you’re stupid. “You could do so much better, babe. You’re wasting your time on a wannabe rapper who works at a convenience store and hasn’t even kissed you yet when you could have ten of Korea’s richest men at your door tomorrow. We gotta work on this at lunch.” 

Eun-yeong pulls the car up and Han-na gets in. They roll the window down when you remain frozen in your spot on the concrete. 

“You guys go ahead,” you tell them through a tight-lipped smile. “I’m not really feeling well. I’m just gonna call a driver to come pick me up.” 

You try to ignore their angry whatevers as they pull away and you go back inside the store. “Forget something?” Su-bong asks. 

“Yeah, you,” you joke. “No, my friends are just mean. I’m going to call a driver to come pick me up, but my dad isn’t expecting me home for another hour…” 

“Well, in that case…” Su-bong opens the door to behind the counter, beckoning you in. He sits down and you join him on his lap. The second a customer comes in you’ll hop off, but for now it’s just you and him. 

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That night, your father has a last minute business ordeal that will keep him away for a week. Against your wishes, he orders your brother, Tae, to come and keep an eye on you. He gives Tae strict instructions on how to watch you that you immediately know you won’t be following. 

“Please just let the driver take you to the club tonight,” your brother asks. 

“This will be the first time I’ve ever driven to the club myself,” you say. “Besides, what was the point of him buying me a nice car if I never get to drive it anywhere?”

“Fine, just be careful. And don’t let Dad know.”

You are, in fact, very careful. When you arrive at The Social, you take special care to wipe down the car from any puddles you drove through. 

Once Su-bong arrives you launch yourself into his arms, unable to contain your excitement. He hugs you back, but you can tell he holds back since you’re both so used to having to sneak around. 

You pull away with a massive smile. “My dad had to fly to Tokyo for the whole week!”

The rest of the night is everything you could have hoped for. There’s no need for the two of you to hide, and you somehow feel closer than ever before. 

Right at four in the morning as security clears the building of any stragglers and the lights come on, Su-bong whispers an interesting proposition into your ear. “I don’t work tomorrow. How about you come stay at my place tonight?”

You start to say that you can’t because of your dad, but then you remember that he’s not here to control your every move. You excitedly accept his offer. 

He takes your hand in his after you get your keys and you’re almost out of the building before you hear your name being called. You turn to see your brother. 

“Where do you think you’re going now?” He asks. He looks from you to Su-bong then down to where your hands are intertwined together. 

You notice your brother’s quirked brow and you speak up. “Oh, this is Su-bong. Su-bong, this is my brother, Tae.” Su-bong reaches his hand out for your brother to shake, which your brother does but with suspicious eyes. 

“I’m just gonna stay at his place tonight, okay?”

“No, not okay,” your brother answers. You feel Su-bong’s grip on your hand involuntarily tighten. “I’ve already let you get away with a ton of stuff Dad would kill me for. This is just too far, okay? I’m sorry.” 

“Tae, it’s fine. Appa will never know. I’ll be careful.” 

“I will take good care of your sister. I promise,” Su-bong says. 

“Fine,” Tae begrudgingly agrees. “But be careful.” 

You leave the club hand in hand with the biggest smile on your face. Usually you’re stuck here for two or three more hours waiting for your father to finish up what he’s working on. You’re excited to get to sleep earlier than usual tonight, but you’re hoping you might get something else tonight too. 

The early morning air is chilly, so Su-bong slips his jacket off of his body and onto your shoulders. When you reach a puddle on the sidewalk, he promptly lifts you off your feet and over the puddle so you don’t get your nice boots wet. At the car, he opens the passenger door for you and slips the keys from your hand. He slips into the driver’s seat and runs his hands along the leather interior, the dash, and the steering wheel. “Damn, baby, this is nice!”

“Did you ask me over just to drive my car?” 

“Was it that obvious?” 

You lightly shove his arm at his joke. He grabs your hand and sits it on your lap. His hand grips your thigh, where it stays for the duration of the car ride. You’re in heaven by the end of the ride; this is something you could get used to. 

He leads you up to his apartment, and it’s not at all what you expect. He’s a young busy guy, so you expected a basic living room set-up with bare walls and probably an empty take out container or two. Instead, the place is spotless and there’s knick knacks and paintings all over the walls. It’s cozy. 

“This is my casa, baby. You like?” 

“Yeah, it’s great,” you say as you admire the various paintings and porcelain figures. “Didn’t take you for the kinda guy to collect porcelain figurines.” 

“They’re, uh, my roommate’s.” He coughs. 

“Is your roommate a sixty-year-old woman?” 

“Hey, she’s fifty-three.” He says, then pinches his nose. “I live with my mom.” 

You can tell he’s embarrassed, so you just shrug. “I live with my dad.”

“It’s different,” he says. 

“It’s not,” you reassure. You bravely reach for his hand. 

He rubs his thumb over your hand softly, and you see his pupils dilate ever so slightly. “Let me show you my room.” 

His room matches his personality better. The bed is unmade, but not messy. Posters cover the walls. There’s a desk in the corner with papers strewn about that contain half-written raps. 

“Nice posters-” you turn to say to him, but he cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours. His hands find your waist and you let one hand rest on his chest while the other reaches up to softly tangle in his hair. The kiss is so intense it shows that the two of you are not happy that you waited this long, but now that you have each other you’re never letting go. 

A needy whimper escapes your mouth, and he pulls his lips away from yours to lean down to your ear. “Fuckin’ love those pretty noises, baby. Let’s keep them coming, huh?” 

His grip on your hips tightens as he leads you to the bed. He leans you back on the bed and pulls away with one final kiss. “Gonna make you feel so good…”

He scrunches the fabric of your dress up to your waist, revealing your tiny pair of panties that barely covers anything. He rubs at your clothed clit and it’s nearly enough to make you squeal. He plants kisses all over the insides of your thighs. He’s just about to pull your panties down when you stop him with a quiet wait. 

He pulls away with confusion and concern in his eyes. He climbs over you to be level with your face that you’re shading with your hands out of embarrassment. “What’s wrong my Princess?” 

“When I finish… I make a mess…” 

His smile grows impossibly wide when he realizes what you mean. “Good.” 

He lowers himself back down and presses one slow kiss to your clothed pussy, before he takes the thin band of your panties in between his teeth and pulls them all the way off. He stares at you mesmerized and you instinctively press your legs together. He softly spreads them back open as he takes in your beauty. “So pretty and wet for me…” 

He wastes no time diving right into your wetness. His tongue greedily runs up and down your folds before settling on your overly-sensitive clit. He slowly pushes a finger into your hole and it has you arching your back. “Gotta get you ready for me, sweet girl,” his deep voice comes out muffled because he doesn’t stop or pull away from your pretty pussy. 

Both his tongue and his finger pick up speed and it causes your legs to give out and flop onto the bed. He grabs your thighs and locks his arms around them, effectively wearing your thighs as earmuffs. “You taste so fucking good.” 

The combination of his praise and his finger curling perfectly inside of you causes a string of whines and moans to slip from your lips. You’re close and he knows it. “C’mon, baby, let go. Make a mess for me.” 

That’s all it takes for you to gush around his mouth. He groans in ecstasy as he laps up your juices. When he’s finished, he comes back up to you and seals you in a kiss. You won’t meet his eye, so he softly grabs your chin to force you to look at him. “Don’t be embarrassed. You did so good for me, my good girl.” 

He starts to slide your dress off over your head but you stop him with a stubborn look. You tug at his shirt and his pants and he realizes what you want. “Since you’re such a good girl…”

He slips his shirt off and tosses it across the room. You trace your finger along his tattoo all the way from his finger to his shoulder where the ink disappears onto his back. He grins at you cockily. “You been waiting a while to do that?” 

You can’t hide your smirk at how fast he’s clocked you. Instead, you tug at his pants which he eagerly shove off. You let him pull your dress off and your bra, leaving you completely bare for him. You lean forward on your elbows toward his painfully hard erection begging to be free from the confines of his boxers. 

He realizes what you’re offering. “You want my cock down your throat, baby?” 

You eagerly nod and he helps you to your knees on the floor. He stands before you and softly cradles your chin in his hand. His thumb runs across your lips and you part them to allow entrance to his digit. He groans as his thumb pushes past your lips and into the warmth of your mouth. You suck on it for a moment, hollowing your cheeks, before he pulls his hand away. You frown at the loss, but he just pats your cheek. “Let’s replace that with my cock, mm’kay?”

He finally pulls down his boxers, and you’re absolutely floored at the sight. You’d felt it pressed against you at the club before, but you didn’t realize it was that big. He smirks at your reaction. “Open up, pretty girl.” 

You happily oblige, and seconds later you feel your mouth being stuffed full of him. He uses his dick to pull and stretch at your cheeks, before he slips both of his thumbs into the corners of your already stretched mouth. He looks down at the sight of you and your mouth stuffed full of him like a man who has won at life. “You look so gorgeous like this… so gorgeous and all mine.” 

He pulls his thumbs out and places one hand at the back of your head. His other hand gently takes yours in his and rests against his thigh. “You tell me if it’s too much, baby.”

His cock shoves deeper into your mouth until it hits the back of your throat. His hips start rocking forward and back as his cock slides in and out of your throat. You’re a drooling mess and he can only let out groans and strings of so pretty and good girl. 

He pulls away right as you can tell he’s close and you could nearly cry. You really wanted to taste him. 

“You can taste me next time, honey. I don’t want to finish before I feel your soft insides.” 

He guides you back to the bed where you can do nothing but stare back at him with glazed over eyes. He presses a couple of kisses to your neck before he looks into your eyes. “I don’t know if I trust myself to pull out…”

“Not a problem,” you say, your voice weak. “I have an IUD.” 

“Fuck…” He groans, burying his head in your neck. 

He teases your hole with his tip for a few minutes, loving how it makes you squirm and whine. Finally, he starts shoving into you while maintaining eye contact. The stretch is so overwhelming yet so pleasurable that it leaves your mouth hanging open. You can feel every single inch of him pressing into you so deep. He finally bottoms out and you swear you can feel him in your guts. 

“Mmm, look at that beautiful sight,” he says and you look down to see a bulge in your tummy from how deep he is. “Can you feel me right here, baby?” He presses a hand down on your tummy where he can feel himself. 

“Feels so good,” you whisper, tears pricking at your eyes from how overwhelming it all is. 

He kisses the tears on your face. “I know, baby, it’s a lot. But you’re doing good.” 

He starts moving his hips, slowly at first and then at a rapid pace that hits all the right spots. “So fucking tight… you’re fucking clenching me, but you’re taking my dick so fucking well like I knew you would.” 

He has stamina unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. He keeps fucking into you at his brutal pace like it’s nothing, pulling two more orgasms from you before he even gets close to his. But when he gets close you can feel the way he starts twitching inside you and the way his grip on your hips tightens. “Tell me you’re mine,” he grunts in your ear with a particularly hard thrust. 

“I’m fucking yours, forever.” 

That does him in. “I’m about to fill this pussy up. You look me in the eyes when I cum in you.”

You can barely keep your eyes open, but you obey him. He buries himself in you and paints your insides white. He stays inside you, telling you over and over again how well you did, but you’re so fucked out that you just feel him and only him until you come back to Earth. 

Once he slides out of you and back into his boxers your brain starts functioning again. He helps you to the bathroom to clean you up, and you’re glad that he has his own bathroom so you don’t have to walk through his house naked. Once clean, he leaves you for a minute so you can pee while he collects something for you to wear. He returns with one of his t-shirts, a pair of boxers, and a pair of socks. Once dressed he takes in the way his shirt hangs off of you so much. 

“Adorable,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He wraps an arm around you for stability since your legs are still so shaky. 

“Sorry,” you murmur when you see his bed has been stripped of its blanket. 

“Don’t ever be sorry,” he says sternly. “I put it in the wash, no big deal. What do you want to do now?”

“Watch cartoons…” you say sheepishly. 

“Cartoons?” 

“Yeah… I like to fall asleep watching TV, and they’re usually the only thing left on this early.” 

“If my girl wants cartoons, then cartoons are what my girl gets.” 

He takes you to the living room and the two of you settle into the big recliner with a blanket pulled over you. The recliner is big, but you still have to lay practically on top of him, which is just the way he likes it. You watch the cartoons for not even five minutes before you feel insanely sleepy. 

You look at Su-bong in your sleepiness and don’t even know what you’re saying until after you say it, “I think I love you.” 

You feel like an idiot for saying it so early, the sleep clouding your thoughts. But he just looks back at you with his pretty brown eyes. “I know I love you.” 

You lay your head on his chest with a smile, and within minutes you’re out like a light. 

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One minute you’re sleeping soundfully and the next you’re being awoken by the sound of a door shutting and blinding lights overhead. You feel Su-bong stirring underneath you before he tenses completely beneath you. Standing before you is a woman smiling ear-to-ear–undisputedly his mother. 

“Mom?! I thought you were staying at your sister’s this weekend?” 

“Oh, I was, but I decided to come home early. You know how she is… always double books plans.” 

You awkwardly sit up as best as you can on the cramped recliner. You’re sure this is a great first impression of you: sitting on top of her half-naked son. It’s clearly obvious what type of night you two had. 

“So?” she asks expectantly. “Are you going to introduce me?” 

The two of you stand and Su-bong awkwardly clears his throat. “Mom, this is my girlfriend.”

You offer her your name and your hand, but she surprises you by nearly squealing and pulling you into a tight hug. “Oh, thank God he finally brought a girl home!”

“Mom…” he groans in embarrassment.

“Hush,” she says, shooing him away with her hands. “Go put some clothes on.” 

You start to follow after him, but she grabs your hand. “Not you honey, you can come with me.” 

You look at Su-bong with wide eyes before following his mother into the kitchen. You take a seat at the table while she starts making breakfast. “I was wondering who he had been texting all this time. It’s nice to finally put a face to the girl.” 

You try to hide the blush that creeps up your cheeks. You’re thankful when Su-bong comes back wearing a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, but you still feel half naked in his oversized shirt and boxers. “Maybe I should go get dressed too…” 

“Oh, no,” his mother says. “You’re fine. I just wanted him to cover up that god-awful back tattoo.” 

You stifle a laugh. You, of course, adore his tattoo, but his mother’s hatred of it makes you giggle. 

His mother makes you a homemade breakfast which you thoroughly enjoy. Being so busy, most of your meals consist of take-out or random snacks strung together and called a meal. As you eat, the three of you talk. Well, mostly you and his mom talk while he gets embarrassed. 

“Did you see that fancy car in the parking lot?” 

You wipe your face with a napkin. “That’s mine actually.” 

Her eyes grow wide. “Isn’t that so expensive?”

You look between her and Su-bong and clear your throat, unsure of how to answer. “Umm… My father bought it for me. He owns all of The Social clubs in Korea.” 

“Yes, if it wasn’t for my sweet girl, I wouldn’t have the gig at the club.” Su-bong smiles at you in an attempt to make you feel better.

His mom’s eyes grow even wider, if that’s possible. Then her shoulders slump as she looks around her kitchen. “Sorry, I know our house isn’t much…”

This is exactly the type of reaction you didn’t want, but you can’t blame her. It’s only natural. You only hope that this won’t be the only thing she thinks about you. 

“Your house is perfect,” you tell her. “It feels so much more like a home than my house.” 

She takes your hand. “Well, you’re welcome here anytime.”

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Much to your brother’s dislike, you spend pretty much every night at Su-bong’s for the rest of the week. The last night before your father comes home you come down with a terrible headache. You try everything from medicine to rest to a hot shower but nothing works. By evening you have to text Su-bong and let him know you won’t be able to come to the club tonight. He’s disappointed, but understanding of course. 

Shortly after the club opens, you start to feel better. You know better to risk heading to the loud environment of the club, so you just accept your fate that you’ll be sleeping alone tonight. After a while of watching stupid videos on your phone, you swear you’re hearing things. You hear the sound again. It almost sounds like… someone is throwing pebbles at your window. 

You hop off your bed and head to the window where the noise is coming from. Sliding the window open, you see none other than your boyfriend standing on the ground below with a handful of rocks. 

“What on Earth are you doing here?” 

“Not gonna let my girl sleep alone tonight, especially when she doesn’t feel well,” he says, grinning. “Can I come up or what?”

You laugh and usher him up. He scales the climb pretty easily and then he’s in your room–something you never thought would be possible. 

“How’d you know where my house was?” you ask him as he admires your room. 

“I just checked your location on my phone and I figured neither your father nor any of your brothers’ rooms would have Hello Kitty stickers on the window…” He gestures to the stickers adorning your window. 

“Those are old,” you say.

“No, they aren’t.”

The next morning you’re shaken awake to your brother’s panicked face. “Dad is fucking home early! He’s in the driveway right now!” 

You shake away the uncomfortable fact that if your brother knew to warn you, it means that he heard the two of you last night. . .

Tae runs off to try and delay your father while you shake Su-bong awake. You hate to rush him especially when his face is so cute and sleepy, but getting caught with a half-naked guy in your bed would probably be cause for your execution. You gather up all his strewn about clothes and shove him and his belongings into your closet. You lay back down and pretend to be asleep. Without missing a beat, your father comes into your room and sits beside you. You pretend to wake up and rub the sleep from your eye. 

“Goodmorning, Princess. Sleep well?”

“Yes, Appa.”

“Good, your brother said everything went well- Where’s this shirt from?” 

You freeze. You completely forgot you were wearing Su-bong’s shirt! “I just bought it as a sleep shirt.” 

“Ah.” He eyes your room suspiciously. “And why does it smell like a boy’s cologne in here?”

You freeze again. You’re fucked, but you recover quickly. “Boy’s cologne? Appa, how could you be so mean? That’s my new perfume!” 

His face softens. It worked. “Well, maybe stick with your old perfume, Angel.” 

He pats your head and leaves, allowing you to let Su-bong out of your closet. He pulls you into a sad kiss, knowing that your time is up for the morning. You try to shrug his shirt off to return it, but he stops you. “Keep it. It’s your sleep shirt, right?”

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The next couple months, you successfully avoid your father becoming aware of your secret relationship. You mainly only see Su-bong at the club, but thankfully you have your secret spot that the two of you can sneak off to. 

When it comes to your twentieth birthday, you celebrate secretly with Su-bong the night before by telling your father you were staying the night with Han-na and Eun-yeong. Thankfully you get away with it because your father doesn’t care enough to verify this information with their father. 

The night of your birthday, your father closes down the club and invites your “friends” and they invite their friend’s friends. The club is filled to the brim with people who don’t give a crap about you, but you simply have to grin and bear it otherwise you’d look like an ungrateful brat. You have to literally sneak Su-bong in through the back because there’s no way you could convince your father to invite him without sounding alarm bells. He has to keep his distance, too, so that no one catches on. You spend most of the night shrugging random guy’s arms off of your shoulders. You can feel Su-bong’s eyes on you all night, and you can sense that he’s not happy. You don’t blame him; you’re not happy right now either. 

Toward the end of the night, a particularly insistent guy won’t leave you alone. “C��mon, why won’t you just come out to my car with me? Got something to show you…” 

All of a sudden, the man is shoved into the wall by a livid Su-bong. “You better fuck off before things get nasty, and I wouldn’t want the birthday girl to have to see you get your teeth knocked out on her birthday.” 

The dude rubs at his sore shoulder and starts to leave, but he looks at Su-bong first. “Whatever, dude. She’s not gonna fuck you.” 

“She already has, idiot,” Su-bong says at the man’s back, but he probably doesn’t hear it. 

You drag him outside to get some fresh air. “You okay? I didn’t want you to see me get violent, but I just couldn’t watch anymore-” 

You cut him off by pressing a kiss to his lips. “I love you. I’m sorry it has to be like this.” 

“I'll sneak around my whole life if it means I get to spend it with you.” 

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The next morning you sit at the kitchen table eating your sorry excuse at breakfast when your father comes and sits across from you. From the heaviness in the air, you know something is wrong. “We need to talk.” 

“I’m just going to be blunt. I’m very disappointed in you. I told you not to speak to that boy anymore, but you have been for months. And don’t lie to me more than you already have.”

You feel sick. How could he know? You’ve been so careful. “How? How did you know?”

“I heard there was an issue last night at the club involving you. I checked the cameras. And then I watched old footage. You’ve been with him every night, sneaking away to do God knows what.” The cameras. Of course. How could you be so stupid to not think about that?

“Appa, please! I love him!” You sob. “He’s so good to me!”

Your father’s hand clenches then unclenches. His nostrils flare, as if he can’t believe what he’s saying. “After reviewing the footage and seeing him defending you, I am… considering allowing you to continue seeing him. I’m not going to be happy about it but there are worse men out there, and I’m beginning to realize I can’t control you much longer.”

You tightly throw your arms around your father’s neck. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

“Hey! I said I was considering!” your father yells after you, but it’s too late. You’re already running to grab your phone to tell Su-bong. 

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Author's Note: I’m so sorry this took so long. In the last couple weeks I went on vacation, accidentally became important at work and got a new position with a lot more responsibility, and there’s the constant onslaught of school assignments. And I’ve been off and on sick for like a month and have no energy </3 ugh! But here it is I hope you like it <3 I will be working on the other parts of this and other works too! I also have an anon request I’m working on. I didn’t forget about you anon! <3

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social media au || cupid3clipse

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[squiddyfics]

fluorescent adolescent

thanos x f!reader

♡ you used to get it in your fishnets, now you only get it in your nightdress... ♡

description: you and thanos dated as teenagers. you're older now, and you should be wiser, but seeing him during a night out might just bring back your wild side.

18+ minors dni

warnings: nsfw, alcohol, sex, cheating, mentions of a controlling relationship (not with thanos dw yall)

a/n: this is one of my fav arctic monkeys songs and i tried to do the vibes justice so i hope you enjoy

bold+italicized signifies past tense

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You quietly sip a cup of tea, the reprieve of a quiet morning broken as you scroll through Tiktok. Your thumb hovers above the screen, and you can't quite bring yourself to pass by the video of a young woman joyfully dancing, her outfit reminiscent of ones you used to wear. After lingering for a moment, you move on.

It's your nineteenth birthday, and your friends have taken you out to celebrate. Your tennis skirt hugs your waist as you move through the crowded club, holding your friend's hand so as not to get separated from the group.

"Good morning," your boyfriend says as he walks into the kitchen, sitting down across from you at the small breakfast table. "What are you watching?"

A few drinks in your system now, you dance loosely, freely. You feel on top of the world in your platform boots, and you hardly notice the sweat adhering your baby hairs to the nape of your neck.

"Nothing, really," you say absentmindedly, taking another sip from your mug. "I'm just bored."

You stumble out the back door of the club, seeking fresh air. Instead, you find yourself in the smoking pit. A few people are scattered about, cigarettes hanging from their lips.

"You're always bored." Your partner's words are lighthearted, but they sink like a weight in your chest. It's true.

"Hey, angel." Your gaze is drawn to the man who spoke up from beside you, and you see him there, leaning against the wall. He takes a drag from his cigarette. Backlit by hazy outdoor lighting, he looks like something of an angel himself. "Want a smoke?"

Without so much as another glance in your direction, your boyfriend gets up, scarfing down a quick breakfast before leaving to get ready for work. There are no lingering looks, no sweet words exchanged between the two of you.

You shake your head, though you take a step closer to him. "I'm not out here to smoke; it's just way too hot in there."

Your boyfriend is several years older than you, and his wild days, if he ever had any, are far behind him. He'd much rather recline in his armchair at the end of the night, watching the evening news.

The tall man smirks down at you. "It just got a lot hotter out here, too."

The front door shuts as your boyfriend leaves for work.

"So you don't smoke, hm?" he asks. You shrug and delicately pluck the cigarette from his fingers, taking your first ever puff. His eyes widen at the cloud of smoke you blow in his direction.

Your commute to work doesn't take as long, so you have a bit more time at the house. You don't use that extra time to do much; you simply relish being on your own.

"You don't know how fucking sexy that was." Then his hand is on your waist, his lips are on your lips, his tongue is in your mouth.

On the train, your mind returns to the Tiktok you saw, how it reminded you of your own youth. Reminded you of him. You grimace with the effort of shoving those thoughts out of your mind. You laboriously replace them with thoughts of your partner.

Soon, you're in his apartment with your hands in his hair and your legs wrapped around him. Your fishnets rip when he throws you on his bed.

You sit in your cubicle, typing approximately one word a minute. Thoughts of your old flame always do this to you, and you hate yourself for it. Your life is comfortable now, stable. So why can't you stop reminiscing?

The man fiddles hurriedly with your clothes, attempting to rid you of them. He stops momentarily when he gets to your fishnets. "They're already ruined," you say. "Just rip them."

It's not like your old life was better than the one you have now. This is what you tell yourself. More interesting doesn't mean better.

He groans lowly as he rips a hole in the center of your fishnets and shoves your panties to the side. He enters you roughly, then kisses you, catching your moan in his lips.

"Hey." You jump slightly as your gaze shoots to your coworker; you didn't notice her approach your desk. "Namra and I are going out for drinks after work. Do you want to come?"

It doesn't take long for him to make you cum. The man knows what he's doing, there's no doubt about it. "That's it, angel. You look so pretty when you cum."

You drum your fingers on your desk, mulling it over. "That sounds fun, but I'll have to ask my boyfriend first. I'm not sure if he wants me to stay in with him tonight."

You writhe underneath him as he drives you beyond your high, the overstimulation causing your back to arch. You grasp wildly at his hair, earning a deep moan from him.

You don't want to ask; you know what the answer will be. Your partner considers himself above anything like that, and he expects the same from you. You know it's not right, you know you shouldn't have to ask a man for permission. Maybe you won't this time.

"You like that?" you ask through heavy breaths, tugging on the hair at the back of his head. The sound that escapes him this time is more desperate; a whimper. "Is that gonna make you cum? I want it. I want it all over my tits."

By the time your lunch break rolls around, you find the two coworkers who've invited you out. They smile as you join them, and their smiles widen when you tell them you've decided to come tonight.

When he pulls out and finishes on your chest, you gaze up at him, worried you may have just fallen in love.

A pang of guilt creeps up on you. You didn't ask your boyfriend like you said you would. What will he think when you come home late? How small will he make you feel?

The two of you are panting, laughing, sweating, falling back on the bed. He cleans you up with tissues before nestling you under his arm. "I never got your name, by the way, angel."

Perhaps you should shoot him a text to let him know. Perhaps you owe him that courtesy.

He grins when you tell him your name. "A pretty name for a pretty girl."

Your boyfriend may not be perfect, and he may not be the most exciting man around, but at least he's not Subong.

"I'm Subong."

However, you make no move to grab your phone and send a text. You deserve this. You deserve a night of fun to break up the monotony of your mundane life.

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This is not what you had in mind when you imagined after-work drinks. This isn't a casual bar; it's a full-on club. You already feel a headache coming on at the obnoxious techno music vibrating the floor.

"Let's go get shots!" Namra says excitedly, dragging you to the bar.

You're well aware that your coworkers are a couple years younger than you, but you didn't realize the utter difference in your lifestyles until now. As grateful as you are for the night out, you're equally grateful that this isn't a typical scene for you anymore.

After all, you're no longer nineteen, no longer able to subject yourself to ear-splitting music nightly while throwing back overpriced drinks. You're no longer willing to put up with a childish partner like Subong, a wannabe rapper whose insatiable need for attention drove him to fish for compliments from other women if you looked away from him for even a minute.

And the fights, god, the screaming matches you'd get into with him. You were both stubborn, an unstoppable force versus an immovable object. You try not to remember the post-fight sex, though, as it might just trick you into missing him.

The three of you clink your shot glasses together. The other women gag and shake their heads as they down theirs, and their eyes widen upon seeing you take yours with ease. You just laugh.

"You have no idea the kind of girl I used to be."

A couple drinks later, you're leaning against the bar as you watch your coworkers dance, not quite drunk enough to join them like you once would've. Still, you're shocked at how much the alcohol is hitting you; your tolerance isn't what it used to be.

It's hard to focus on anything in the sea of clubgoers, but like a moth to a flame, your gaze is captured by a flash of purple in the corner of your eye. You turn, and your heart sinks into your stomach at the sight of a once-familiar smirk.

Subong.

He's on the dance floor, friends at his side as he chats up a group of women. Typical. You hope this is enough of a distraction for him, that he won't see you. You've never been more thankful for your drab office attire.

You spin around, gluing your eyes to the wooden bar top. You just have to wait for him to move out of sight. Then you'll tell your coworkers you have to go, and slip out before he notices you.

"Hey, angel."

You thought your hands couldn't get any shakier, but you were wrong. Slowly, dreadfully slowly, you look up, locking eyes with Subong, who's now leaning over you.

"Wow," he says, taking a step back. "You look so... dull."

You scoff. "Thanks. You're as sweet as ever."

You're not surprised at his blunt words; he's always lacked a filter. It only stings because you know it's true.

"Sorry," he says with a laugh. "But come on, you know what I mean. You're still gorgeous, but... where did you go? The real you; where is she?"

"Go back to your friends, Subong," you spit. "You don't get to come up to me and start telling me who the 'real me' is. Maybe this is the most authentic I've ever been."

He shakes his head, still smiling, unfazed by your harsh tone. "Nah. This isn't you. I know you."

"You know a version of me who thought you were boyfriend material. That girl was clearly an idiot."

On your other side, you feel a dainty hand wrap around your forearm. Looking over, you see Namra standing there. She leans in and whispers in your ear, "Is this guy bothering you?"

"It's fine," you tell her. "He's my ex."

She turns to get a better look at him, and her jaw drops. "Wait... Thanos?"

"The legend himself," Subong says, flashing his colorful nails.

Namra stares at you in disbelief. "You dated Thanos?"

You cringe. You know how much Subong loves a good stroke to the ego, and you hate that he's getting that satisfaction. That's why you'd never tell him that you already know about how his career has blown up. You'd never tell him that even though you have him blocked on everything, you still see posts from people who are obsessed with him.

"I guess you were right; we really don't know who you used to be." She still looks starstruck. "I'm going to head back to the dance floor now that I know you're in good hands."

"I'm really not," you say, but she's already leaving. You catch her discreetly taking a photo of Subong as she walks away.

"It's always nice to meet a fan," he says, and you grimace at his cocky expression.

"She never said she was a fan," you say. "Just because she knows your rapper name doesn't mean she likes your music."

Suddenly he's smirking down at you, looking very pleased with himself. "You know my rap name? So you've been keeping up with me?"

"No," you lie, but you feel your face heat up. "I just assumed, since that's what she was calling you."

"Sure, angel." He chuckles. "So, now you know what I've been up to. What about you? Any projects in the works?"

He always used to compliment you on how creative you were. Despite his many, many flaws, he was your biggest supporter, believing you could make a name for yourself.

You shake your head. "I'm in the corporate world now."

"Ah, you joined the rat race."

"I wanted to make money."

"And I wanted to make art."

"I'd hardly call your music art," you say, and you know it's mean, but you can't bring yourself to regret it. You want to hurt him. You want him to feel an ounce of what you felt when he called off your relationship so suddenly all those years ago.

His mind seems to gloss right over the intended insult, though. "You listen to my music?"

"Fuck off." You know your face is beet red now, and you can't think of a better retort.

"I didn't mean to upset you," he says with another laugh. "Seriously, though, tell me what you've been up to."

You shrug. "Working, mostly. You know, I don't really want to be having this conversation."

"You must not be in a relationship," he says. "You're never this uptight after a good fuck."

Your eyes widen at his audacity, and you do your best to ignore the fluttering feeling his words stir in you. "For your information, I am in a relationship. Not that it's any of your business."

"Well, he's obviously not treating you right."

"Leave," you urge him; it's all you can manage to say.

"Or what?"

You hate how close his face is getting to yours, and more than that, you hate that you're not moving away. Even after all this time, his presence is entrancing.

He's so close that you can feel his breath, and you hope he can't hear how shaky your own breaths are as you mutter, "Why don't you go find those girls you were hitting on?"

You want to slap the stupid smirk off his face. "Aw, are you jealous?"

"You wish."

"Yeah, baby, I do."

You ball your hands into fists, trying to distract yourself from the wave of lust coursing through your body. He shouldn't be allowed to have this effect on you. It's ridiculous.

Your brain is in a haze as he leans in farther, nearly closing the gap between your faces. His lips brush against yours, and your stomach does fucking cartwheels.

Then he's crashing his mouth against yours, and you kiss him back without thinking. It's muscle memory; your lips move in sync like they were never apart.

It takes a moment for you to come back to reality, but when you do, you push him away. "What's wrong with you? I have a boyfriend."

"You weren't kissing me like someone who has a boyfriend."

You turn and point at your two coworkers, who thankfully aren't looking in your direction. "Listen, see those two girls over there? I work with them, and they know I'm in a relationship. I can't be doing this shit in front of them."

He places a hand on your waist. "Let's go somewhere more private, then."

"You can't be serious." You take a step back from him. "I'm not doing this."

He steps forward, again shrinking the distance between you to where you can feel the magnetic pull between your bodies. He leans down, his lips ghosting over your ear as he whispers, "It doesn't have to be a big deal. I just want to make you cum, angel. You deserve it."

You despise this man. You despise the way your knees nearly buckle at his words. You despise whatever spell he's put you under to have you nodding weakly and allowing him to lead you to the back of the club.

He grips your hip firmly as he guides you into the bathroom. He's already kissing you again before you even get into a stall, but once you're inside, he locks the door and presses you against it.

His sloppy kisses trail down to your neck as his hands desperately roam your body, squeezing your tits, grabbing your ass, feeling every part of you he's been without for so long.

Subong's touch brings you back to life, and you swear you feel nineteen again. You bite your lip to stifle a moan as he kisses back up your neck and jaw.

"Don't hold back, pretty girl," he mumbles against your skin. "Let them hear you. Let everyone in this club know who makes you feel this good."

Your head tips back when he grinds into you, and you grab his shoulders for support. What has he done to you?

"Let's... let's just get this over with," you say, a poor attempt at disinterest. You know he can see right through you, see how much you want this.

You gasp as Subong lifts your skirt and slips his hand inside your underwear. He raises his eyebrows. "Holy shit, baby, you're soaked. You really needed this, hm? When's the last time you came?"

"Shut up."

"A long time then, huh?"

This time you can't hold back the moan that escapes your lips when his fingers find your clit. He rubs in slow circles, a taunting look in his eyes.

"Faster," you say, grabbing his jaw to pull him in close to you. "If you're going to do this, do it right."

"Damn, you don't know how to have fun anymore."

Despite how annoying he is, you kiss him. You run your fingers through his hair as you trail kisses along his jaw. When your lips find his neck, he's moaning too.

You reach down to grab his bulge, and laugh softly at the way he bucks into your hand. It never did take much for you to get him going.

"Fuck," he mumbles into your hair.

He's still working his fingers on your clit, and it's beginning to drive you insane. You unzip his jeans, pulling out his cock and stroking him.

"Please fuck me," you whine, unable to handle the teasing any longer. "Please."

"God, I love hearing you beg for it," he says. "Do you get this worked up for that boyfriend of yours? Do you beg for his cock the way you beg for mine?"

Subong lifts you with your back against the door, pulling your gray pencil skirt up over your hips. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders, desperately bringing him as close to you as possible.

He pulls your underwear to the side and rubs his tip against your entrance. Impatient, you rock your hips forward in an attempt to bridge the gap between your bodies.

"You look so pretty when you're needy," he says, his eyes flicking back and forth between yours.

His lips meet yours right as he pushes himself inside you. You moan in sync with him, and you can tell by the way his grip on your thighs tightens that it feels just as blissful for him as it does for you.

You hate to admit it to yourself, but you missed this. You really missed it. None of the partners you've had since Subong have had made you feel quite like he does. It's different with him.

He breaks your kiss and leans back to watch himself pound into you.

"Look at you, taking my cock like you were made for it. Does your boyfriend fit this perfectly inside you? Does he make you feel this good?"

You simply moan in response. He grabs your chin and leans in again, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

"Tell me, baby. Who makes you feel this fucking good?"

"You, Subong. Only you."

When he kisses you again, his lips are softer, gentler. There's a tenderness in the action that reminds you of why you once loved him. He drops his head on your shoulder as he continues thrusting into you, and you claw at his back through his shirt.

His steady pace continues, and like waves crashing against a rocky shore, you can feel him wearing down your resolve. A warm feeling begins to bubble up inside of you, and you know it won't be long before he brings you to your climax.

"Keep going," you breathe. "Just like that."

Even the kisses he leaves on your neck are sweeter now. "You feel too fucking good. I'm not gonna last long."

"Neither am I," you manage to gasp out between moans.

Subong lifts his head again and presses his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes as he fucks you.

"You're perfect," he whispers. "So goddamn perfect."

His words send you over the edge, and you become a whimpering, writhing mess as shocks of pleasure wrack your body. Your legs wrap even tighter around him, forcing his entire length inside you.

Subong's face flushes, and he groans loudly. "Oh my god. I—fuck."

His hips still as he cums inside you. He keeps you in that position, hoisted against the stall door with his cock inside of you, as you both recover, breathing heavily.

When he finally pulls out of you and puts you down, you miss the feeling already. You look down to adjust your clothes as he does the same, and while you do, the reality of the situation begins to set in.

What have you done?

"Hey." Subong places a hand on your jaw and tilts your head up to look at him. "What are you frowning for? I thought I fucked that out of you already."

You roll your eyes. "Yeah, your magic dick can cure anything."

"I know, that's what I'm saying." He laughs at his own words before pulling himself together. "Okay, no, seriously. What's bothering you?"

"What do you think?" you ask. "I just cheated. I can't believe myself."

He shrugs. "He doesn't deserve you anyway."

"How do you know? You have no idea who he is."

"No one deserves you," he says. "I sure as hell didn't, but at least I could actually make you cum."

Before you can think of an argument against him, he leans down, planting one last kiss on your lips. Then he moves aside, unlocking the door.

He steps out, but turns around to look at you. "If you ever want to do this again, I'm just an unblock-button away."

With that, he walks off, leaving you with your chest heaving and your mind reeling. It takes you a good few minutes to collect yourself as you lean against the stall wall. When you do finally stand upright again, your legs feel like rubber.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you leave the bathroom. Your makeup is smudged, and your hair looks insane. You do your best to smooth out your skirt while you walk, but it’s difficult to do anything when your legs are shaking so much.

Your appearance has clearly changed since you entered the club tonight, but something inside you feels different too. You feel lighter.

You feel free.

[littlescorp1o]

face card never declines

[marsmaximoff]

more.. more thanos twitter links.. I beg you

❤️‍🔥 squid game twitter links nsfw ²

content warning: fem!viewer. these are explicit smut videos, watch at your own risk. you have been warned! if you don’t like this, don’t watch.

author’s note: well well well, seems like y’all enjoyed PART 1!!, cause i got many requests for more hehe. and honestly, i’m more than happy to feed you. make sure to be logged into twt/x beforehand, if some of the links stop working let me know. enjoy <3

〇 salesman (recruiter)

the funnier version of russian roulette

proving you he owns you now

△ inho (frontman) / sangwoo (218)

he’s thick

size kink through the roof

good girl

□ thanos (230)

this is the way he lets you ride him

he was feeling a bit softer

some car sex, why not

shhhhh

till you’re drooling

why were you dancing with those men?

〇 thanos + namgyu (230 + 124)

apologizing for voting x

△ namgyu (124)

me next who said that?

y’all im obsessed with his tattoos help

he’s got a crazy oral kink

softer days

make up sex

he’s such a tease

□ junho (police)

he’s so good to you

love language

〇 myunggi (333)

because he’ll never share you

△ pink guard

he’ll tell you what the next game is in return

□ gyeong-seok (246)

fav position?

lingerie kink

your pleasure’s his priority

deep and nice

〇 hyun-ju (120)

right after hearing you had a shitty day

you’ll be late to the dinner…

she lives for having you sit on her face

@stariou @unapersona0818 i hope they’re good enough and you enjoy them <3

[voxslays]

AMERICANO — THANOS & NAM-GYU

Summary: Thanos and Namgyu with an American!reader. Warnings: Reader is called ‘señorita’ in Thanos’ part.

THANOS

❀ When he first approaches you in red light, green light, subtly trying to flirt with you—you think nothing of it. You think his English is cute, and his Spanish pet names are even cuter.

❀ Thanos starts a playful banter between the two of you as player 456 goes on about how ‘you’ll die if you move!’ Which neither of you even thought of believing at the time.

❀ However, player 196 is killed right infront of you, Thanos subconsciously grips your soft hand tighter. He says something along the lines of ‘Hold on, Señorita.’ As the two of you cross the finish line.

❀ He won’t let anyone diss or insult your Korean. Not on his watch. Instead, he might teach you a few common slang phrases. He genuinely wants to help you, not that he’ll ever admit it.

NAM-GYU

❀ Kind of curious. He isn’t used to seeing many Americans, no less in a place like this. Unlike Thanos, he won’t notice you until after the first game, when you’re standing alone.

❀ He approaches you and gets straight to the point. He asks what an American like you is doing in a Korean death game—not that he wanted to be here or knew about it beforehand either.

❀ In the beginning, he no doubt comes off as rude and demeaning, although he definitely didn’t mean it that way. But, as you get to know eachother, he starts to soften up.

❀ Nam-gyu absolutely adores it when you speak in English (almost as much as you love his playful sarcasm). He will ask you about your country just to hear you speak. And like Thanos, he won’t let anyone shit talk you.

[vrystalius]

Not saying “I love you“ back to the Squid game men.

How will they react if you don‘t say it back? In what scenario would they not say it back to you?

Pairing: The Recruiter, Thanos, Nam-gyu, Dae-ho, Gi-hun, In-ho x gn!reader

Summary: Them not saying “I love you“, their reaction to you not saying “I love you“

Genre: fluff, a lil bit of angst sprinkled on top

If you’re interested, here’s more fluff! Calling the Squid Game men some weird petnames and their reaction to it!

(Pre-Squid game)

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Gong Yoo // The Recruiter // The Salesman

♡— Him not saying I love you…

It barely ever happens, really. He adores everything about you, from your face, voice, body and the ground you walk on; that man is ready to worship you like a devoted follower would to the most merciful goddess. Therefor he would always be aware of how to make your day a little better, even if it‘s just a small “I love you” or a gentle kiss here and there.

The first thing you hear from him in the morning is a groggy voice mumbling a small “Good morning love...” into your ear while warm kisses were trailed down your back.

While standing in the kitchen and searching the fridge for any signs of a tasty breakfast, a small “I love you, I‘ll be back later!“ would echo slightly through the apartment as the front door closed.

Once, he did forget to say his usual I love you on the way out. He thought about how he possibly could forget? You‘re probably overthinking everything now and think what you might‘ve done wrong or do to offend him. You didn‘t, though! He was just too caught up in perfecting his appearance because his damn hair refused to obey and submit to his meticulous styling.

The poor man was almost scared to come home. As some sort of peace offering, he bought some of your favorite take-out food alongside some dessert, flowers and a new bracelet he thought you might like. Anything to try and make you know that he does really love you.

“Apologies, it completely slipped my mind. It will never happen again my sunshine. I love you.”

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

His face may be neutral and his expressions calculated but his features soften up immensely when you show even an ounce of affection. His smirk shifts into a dreamy smile, the crinkles around his mouth shifting and becoming bigger, his eyes twinkling just a little. He just can’t suppress when you even look at him.

Your kisses and words energise him, gift him life, so whenever you don’t give him that little boost of dopamine, he gets visibly more tense in a way.

The silence that followed after his usual “I love you my darling, I’ll be back later!” was almost eerie to him. He stuck his head back into the kitchen to check if you even heard him. You glanced back at him for a moment and gave your husband a dismissive head nod. So you did hear him?

Silently, he left the apartment and went on with his usual day during that time of the year. For some reason, today he is especially looking forward to slap his elders for loosing a damn children’s game. His face remained neutral and had his usual smirk on his face, but deep inside, he’s offended, confused, worried, stressed; all the negative emotions someone can feel after their spouse doesn’t reincorporate ones affection.

Do you want a divorce? Because hell no, he’d never let you go no matter how hard you

But once he got a little text message on his phone that read a simple: “Need cuddles in bed later pls. Got some snacks too. Love you.”, all of his worries washed away in an instant. You probably were still too sleepy to answer this morning.

A smile spread over his face as he thought about slipping into your arms tonight. Isn’t it ridiculous how he melt like putty in your hands?

“You forgot something this morning and it did worry me a lot. But it doesn’t matter, it’s silly anyway.”

Thanos // Su-bong // Player 230

♡— Him not saying I love you…

It’s actually quite rare to hear Thanos say “I love you” word for word. He still feels awkward committing himself to the relationship you have and those three magic words feel so heavy on his tongue, so he’ll rephrase them to suit his level of comfort. “Love ya”, “Thanos loves you” and “Me too” are his ways to dodge the action to reincorporate those sweets words you shower him with.

Thanos only really says “I love you” if you two are alone, sober and you holding him in your arms. To be cradled by someone he admires, cares and loves so much makes him want to cry for some reason, but he suppresses those emotions and instead buries his face in your shoulder as your hand soothingly runs up and down his back.

Those are the times you hear a small “I love you…” being mumbled against your warm skin.

So quiet it’s almost unnoticeable, yet it was there. You know Su-bong needs time to get used to everything, so you’ll settle with a small audio message-rap in reply to your usual “I love you” text message.

“Back to the kitty ‘cause she kinda pretty, I can’t stop looking at her ti- ti- ti-face.. Anyways, thinking of you babygirl. Iloveyatoo.” (You barely caught him saying this the way how quietly he mumbled it into the mic)

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

It’s fine. It’s cool. You don’t have to reassure him every day that you love him, it’s totally fine. You still love him like you did the day before.

It causes a deep panic inside of Thanos when you don’t give him his usual “I love you” text in the morning after he had woken up. He kept checking his phone like a madman, while he was brushing his teeth, peeking his arm and head out of the shower in the middle of shampooing, staring at his text messages while microwaving himself an convenience store meal. Nothing.

Not wanting to reach out first and appear clingy, he decided to write you like he is not having a full blown eternal panic attack. A small voice message here, a picture of his food there, a selfie from the bottom to show off his double chin, anything really.

You replied like normal but still, his eyes searched for the three key words. I. Love. You.

Thanos doesn’t want to admit to himself or to anyone for that matter that your calls, texts, hell, you coming over is like the most addictive drug to him. And he had his share of all kinds of colourful drugs.

His foot was nervously tapping the ground while his finger kept ringing your poor doorbell until you were forced to answer. He gave you a close look up and down, his lips formed into a pout of sorts.

“You okay? You didn’t text me you love me this morning. It’s totally cool and all but like… do you want to break up with me or something?”

Nam-gyu // Player 124

♡— Him not saying I love you…

Similar to Thanos, at first, Nam-gyu barely ever told you how much he loved you, liked you even. He just assumed you already knew and his actions were enough. A small side hug there and ruffling your hair here had to be enough for the rest of the week anyway.

He is guarded, afraid of commitment and to be frank in belief that you’re using him for the longest of time. Maybe you’re just “dating” him to get access to high-end drugs, all kinds of clubs or whatever else reason there is there to date him but for love.

You had to say those three magic words first for him to get comfortable with the thought that you are actually just want to date and love him. It came to him in the middle of a night shift at a random club he was supposed to promote. A moment of enlightenment.

Nam-gyu hid in a bathroom stall with his phone and ignored whatever the couple was doing next door, writing you a whole paragraph about what he was thinking, feeling, before deleting everything again because he thought he’d come off as some kind of pussy if he’d sent that.

His first time telling you how much he loved you was at your place. A casual evening watching some random movie you picked out while being arms deep in a bag of chips and dressed like a homeless person, Nam-gyu was staring up at you as if you were the most beautiful person in the universe even during this ungraceful moment of yours, admiring you in silence until finally…

“I love you.”

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♡— You not saying I love you…

Did he fuck up again? Do or say something wrong? Don’t you love him anymore? Was there someone else?? His thoughts go ballistic as he stared at the screen of his phone with a deadpan-expression, trying to shake the crippling fear and nervousness off while looking nonchalant.

Nam-gyu’s finger kept hovering over the call button to check on you in case something happened because there could be a whole other person talking to him by how there were no affirmations at all.

He doesn’t want to appear clingy or too attached to you as that may scare you off or even disgust you, so Nam-gyu’s casually mention that one time you didn’t say “I love you” while fidgeting with his ring, trying to appear indifferent about it while intensely watching your facial expression shift to try and detect if you’re lying about your reasoning or not.

Your boyfriend is afraid to not be good enough, too much, too little. Your little affirmations give him reassurance, every day a little more until he’s full convinced that you do really, really love him.

“Hey, uhhh. Did you forget anything today?… No? You sure? Mkay.”

Dae-ho // Player 388

♡— Him not saying I love you…

Never happens. Either he is dead and not able to reply to you or already said it multiple times throughout the day. Dae-ho has separation anxiety and gets nervous when he doesn’t have you in line of his sight or not around him in general, that’s why he always tells you how much he loves you whenever he can.

Off to the bathroom? I love you. Bringing the trash out? I love you. Getting dressed? You’re gorgeous and I love you. You could be simply existing and Dae-ho would bury his face in your neck and mumble a soft I love you into your warm skin, his lips planting a soft kiss here and there.

Dae-ho is just a little scared about saying his usual affirmation in front of his family, mostly his father. He’s a very affectionate and physical man but he still wants to look like the tough-marine-son his dad wants to see.

His sisters know better though, they see how their brother’s eyes twinkle in delight when you help his mom out in the kitchen with the dinner.

He does make it up to you after coming home though. Your boyfriend will stuff the leftovers his mom gave him into the microwave and usher to you made yourself comfortable on the couch while he makes some preparations to completely pamper you for the rest of the evening.

Sometimes Dae-ho’ll even try to flirt a little but he’s still a little awkward in that department.

“Hey, do you want some snacks with that? A drink? O-Or am I enough of a snack…?”

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♡— You not saying I love you…

Every time Dae-ho tells you that he loves you, you always reply with equal enthusiasm. How could you not? That golden retriever of a man gets that almost childish smile of his whenever you kiss his cheek or just tell him that he looks handsome today.

Once, you tested how he’d react when you don’t give him his hourly dose of dopamine by deflecting or ignoring his touches.

As his arms securely snaked around your waist and gently pulled you against his torso, you paid him no mind and continued to stir the ramen in the food container. He watched the noodles move in circles and gave your waist a gentle poke, trying to pull your attention to him. Dae-ho’s eyes slowly dimmed and the edges of his smile turned downwards.

The silence made him seriously nervous. You could feel his rapidly increasing heartbeat drum against your back.

“Hey… is everything okay? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry. Can you talk to me?…”

Gi-hun // Player 456 (post s1)

♡— Him not saying I love you…

Gi-hun always reassures you of his love, even during arguments. He wants you to know that he cherishes and loves you for the rest of his life and that you are his everything. Whenever he doesn’t say I love you, something must’ve happened.

He has been missing for a whole week and you had no idea where your boyfriend went. Gi-hun didn’t leave a note, a voice mail, no nothing!

And after he returned and suddenly began giving you expensive gifts, the same boyfriend that used to ask you for money to get himself an convenience store dinner, now began buying you new headphones, bracelet and whatever else you even eyed.

It was nice, sure, but you were more worried about his mental state. He was paranoid and quiet, kept checking his whole body for some kind of tracker and barely ever spoke what was on his mind. Gi-hun began having panic attacks and you were barely able to leave his side because of how terrified he was to leave you alone.

He barely touched you, gave you kisses or affection. He changed after whatever happened during that week he went missing.

While running your fingers through his hair, trying to make him fall asleep after being awake for two days straight, he sleepily stared up at you through his dyed-red hair. His voice was quiet, broken almost.

“I’m sorry. Please… know that I love you. I love you so much.. Don’t leave me, please… please...”

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

Your boyfriend called out to you but you didn’t quite hear what he said, so you replied with an “yeah!” and just hoped that that’s an appropriate response to whatever he tried to tell or ask you. It wasn’t.

Gi-hun stood there for a couple of moments, waiting on your reply to yelling “I love you!” across the whole apartment. When nothing came, he didn’t call out to you again. You were probably busy with something or don’t want him with your right now, he gets that.

Later though, thoughts of self-doubt began to cook up inside his mind. As he bit all his nails to shreds he overthought about how you had enough of him now. Maybe you are falling out of love now after how the death games fucked up his mind and body. You’re surely fed up with his paranoia and secretive behaviour, how much he has been obsession over finding a weird salesman. Surely.

The metallic taste that spread inside his mouth after biting the skin surrounding his nails began to open and bleed finally pulled Gi-hun out of his self-destructive thoughts that continued to circle like a toy train. Picking up his throwaway phone and choosing the one contact he saved on every single burner phone he had as “Reason to smile ❤️” and pressing the call button.

“Gi-hun? What’s wrong?” Your voice forced a small smile to form on his face. He hesitated

“Hey. Just wanted to ask if I should bring some take out home tonight. That’s all.”

In-ho // The Frontman // Player 001

♡— Him not saying I love you…

It’s purely just to tease you. When bored, In-ho will make you his greatest entertainment.

He likes making you annoyed and flustered, so he’ll intentionally ignore you just to make you react and pout at him adorably while he was trying so hard to keep his stone cold face and not break into a shit-eating grin and maybe even pull on your cheek to make you whine even more.

In-ho adores your whole being and cherishes all of your affections, so he’ll let himself get showered in them any tome he can.

Expect you to he cuddled up on his lap while he was leaning back in the leather chair, mumbling a complaint about how you covered his whole face in kisses but managed to miss the bridge of his nose. He will not allow you to move off his lap until you covered his whole face in kisses again as compensation for that mistake of yours.

So, In-ho’ll intentionally not give you affection so you pay even more attention to him. He is like a cat in that way weirdly enough.

Once you finally break his facade, the flood gates will open and you will be showered, bathed, drowned in his affection, physical and verbal.

“Fine. I’ll say it just because you’ve been so good to me today. I love you, my dearest, lovely darling.”

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

In-ho has a dedicated frequency on his walkie-talkie for you, so he can call in and ask you to come to his office for a kiss that cannot wait, to inform you that he is in the bedroom and retiring for the day or just to tell you that he loves you randomly throughout the day.

Of course, you’d always reply back with your own gadget, but to pay back his infinite teasing he has done to you, you decided to ignore him the way he sometimes does to you. Payback.

Your husband called into your frequency. “Dove, are you free right now? Come to my office, I miss you.” and so your game begins. You simply ignored his request and continued getting comfortable in your bed and all the sheets surrounding you, grinning to yourself as you awaited the next time In-ho calls in again, for which you don’t have to wait long for.

“Darling, I am waiting. Do you want me to send someone to pick you up?” Your grin widened as you heard how impatient he was slowly getting with the lack of your response. “I can see you in the bedroom.” That one caught you off guard. Did he install cameras in your shared bedroom??

Almost on cue, your bedroom door opened, revealing the masked Frontman. His shoulders were tense and you could feel his intense state through the mask. You stared back, not expecting how quickly your husband would cave in and visit you himself. Innocently, you batted your lashes at him.

In-ho slipped his mask off and carelessly tossed it on the nightstand. “Why are you ignoring me? Are you upset or just moody?” Unimpressed, you silently glared at him. He gave you an equally uninterested look and leaned down to your face to give you a small peck on your cheek. “Not enough. More.”

A chuckle escaped his lips as his lips cracked into a smile.

“Demanding, aren’t we? Fine. As you wish.”

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Author’s note. Thank you for reading <3

Watch me announce that I’m going to post In-ho’s yandere profile and proceed to get hit with the most ungodly group-assignment in Chemistry. Anyways, take this as an apology! Had to write a little fluff for them since the only thing I’m finding is smut 🙏😭 I’m not complaining but this fluff prompt came to me like a truck during a class of mine. It was originally inspired by this post and I made a similar one before for the Demon Slayer hashira. Check it out if you’re interested!!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <33