#player 388 x fem!reader

[damn-stark]

Dae-ho tic where him and reader always sabotage each others relationships/talking stages with other people because they want each other but are afraid to say it

4 attempts

Kang Dae-ho (player 388) x fem!reader

A/N- I giggled writing this!

Warning- Angst and fluff!!

————

1st attempt-

This first sabotage was as simple as breathing. Maybe Dae-ho is being cocky, or your possible boyfriend was insecure, but it truly was a simple task. Dae-ho happened to catch that you were going to hang out at your house and he came stumbling by at your door.

“Dae-ho,” you stammer with surprise as you see him outside your door.

Said man smiles his charming smile and holds your gaze. “Hey, sorry for not calling beforehand but I was in the neighborhood and I had this,” he says as he shows off one of your favorite desserts, replacing your annoyance with temptation.

“You’re not going out right?” He follows his comment with a question he knows the answer to.

“No, but I have someone over. A date. Potential boyfriend,” you reveal, but it doesn’t bring him any surprise, he pretends to be shocked but he knows that too.

“Well I am your best friend,” he points out. “I need to meet him anyway. What harm can it bring?”

You contemplate his comment and also glance at the bag in his hand as if that delicious dessert is what is winning you over, but the truth is a part of you is relieved he’s here, interrupting this moment. You don’t let yourself accept that but you are and that part of yourself that is steps back to open the door wider so he may walk in.

When you close the door behind him your date interjects with a question as he walks over. “Who was it?”

When he makes it to the entrance of the house he comes to a sudden halt and straightens up as he sees Dae-ho at your side with a small smile that was too smug rather than friendly.

“Kang Dae-ho, her best friend,” he introduces himself and then gets closer to your date to offer him his hand.

Your date glances at his hand with his breath caught in his throat and then looks over at you with uncertainty before drawing out a deep breath and taking Dae-ho’s hand without meeting his eye.

“I am sorry for intruding,” Dae-ho doesn’t fail to be respectful as he makes himself at home right away and walks to the dining table to set his stuff down. “But I was in the neighborhood and bought some of her favorite dessert and well what friend would I be if I didn’t share?” Dae-ho says as you quickly join him while your date follows behind slowly, catching your eagerness that you failed to show him.

“However, I am sorry that I didn’t bring you any. I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” your date quickly assures him as he finally reaches the table.

Dae-ho flashes him a faint smile before he reaches in the bag and pulls out a small box and napkin and hands it to you. He doesn’t finish there though, he pulls out a drink kept inside the bag and as if expecting it, you take it without so much as looking, letting your date know for certain what he needs to do.

So by morning, just as Dae-ho wanted, your date cut all communication with you with a blunt text.

——

2nd attempt-

Failing is hardly something you did. Sure you do fail from time to time, you are only human, but it’s not something you let slide often, but today…today was one of those days. You failed horribly.

“You’re his best friend, you know him more than anyone could so tell me honestly what he's like,” Dae-ho’s date tries to interrogate you out of genuine curiosity. With no ill intent. You recognize that with the way she carries herself, the way she acts, and the way she looks at him with genuine interest and affection. Maybe that’s what makes you fail or maybe it’s what she says next

”I really like him,” she says. “I just want to know if I'm wasting my time and getting my hopes up to later get them crushed.”

Your stomach twists and irritation rushes through your veins. You don’t even take time to question yourself if you want to shatter her feelings and stomp on her illusions, that irritation takes over before you know it.

“He may be my friend but,” you pause and take a step closer to her. “I have to be honest because no one else will,” you speak with a honey-laced voice. “He’s not particularly loyal. It may seem like that now but in a couple weeks he will be texting other girls. It happened last time.”

The girl’s lashes bat as she deals with the disappoint you just hit her with and steps away as she ducks her head.

“If only I warned you before you came,” you say as you reach over and pat her hand. “Just don’t tell him I told you so.”

You finish with a sweet smile and stroke her hand before you walk out a bit too overzealous, but how could you not be?

You might have failed at containing your…burning feelings, but what you told Dae-ho’s date worked because by the next day she asked him out for coffee and ended things with him.

——

3rd attempt-

Maybe it’s the men you date, or maybe men in particular happen to be more jealous than women but don’t dare to admit it. Or maybe, just maybe, it was Dae-ho stepping over the line. Again.

Whether he meant to or not it didn’t matter. You were at the concert of your favorite artist and Dae-ho happened to be there too. It was on purpose, he happened to like that artist too so why would he miss it?

Now you were at two separate sides of the stadium, but when it came down to it, when you were drunk off the excitement, Dae-ho made his way to you and there was no stopping either of you now.

You both sang at the top of your lungs, jumped, and danced like no one was watching when someone was. Your boyfriend. He was next to you, but with Dae-ho there and stepping over the line, singing with you, and dancing too close for comfort, it’s like your boyfriend didn’t exist. He didn’t even feel like a third wheel because he felt invisible.

Or you just didn’t care about him when it came to Dae-ho. Maybe Dae-ho is all you need. He’s all you care about—no, he’s the one person you care about most in this world so no one else can even be at his level.

It was easy to see, and it was even more obvious that Dae-ho recuperated those feelings with the way he looked at you so affectionately and beamed at you so brightly. He laughs at the little things you say and can never keep his eyes off you; it’s like he’s making sure nothing or no one causes you any harm.

He may be charming and look like he could not harm a fly, but anyone could see how protective Dae-ho was without having to even bare his teeth.

Yet that’s not what sent your boyfriend fleeing, it was a smaller fact. A gesture that could mean nothing but can also mean the world. You shared a drink. You had finished yours so Dae-ho said you could drink from his cup, and that’s what hurt your boyfriend the most because he looked down at his own cup and it was still halfway full, making it just enough to share with you, but you didn’t even look his way. Not even to ask to buy some more, so when he could, he broke up with you, giving Dae-ho a win.

——

Last attempt-

If things were simple you would be able to accept your feelings. You would be happy with the person you think about the most. The one person you love more than life itself, but here you are, with makeup running down your cheeks in a restaurant after a man you hardly liked confessed to cheating on you.

Maybe you should’ve expected it. It’s karma after what you’ve done to sabotage Dae-ho’s relationship, but it didn’t stop it from hurting.

As to why your boyfriend told you in a restaurant of all places? You don’t know, but it made it worse; knowing all the people are staring, and listening in to the drama that unfolded before them.

Yet your embarrassment is not what sends you fleeing. You could have walked out when you were collected and no longer had makeup staining your cheeks, but you can’t handle the pain, you can’t contain the ball of emotions that keeps growing and makes your throat and eyes burn, so you swiftly grab all your belongings and storm out of the restaurant. In doing so, on your way out, you bump into none other than your best friend Dae-ho.

At first, he didn’t recognize you, but it does hit him once you’re out the door that it was you. So with a quick dismissive comment over his shoulder to his date, he runs after you.

Dae-ho calls out to you as you storm away with your arms wrapped around your body to keep as much warmth as possible on this winter night, but you don’t stop, so without so much as thinking about his date, he runs after you to catch up. Once he’s close enough he grabs your shoulder before you can take another step and turns you around.

When you look him in the eye and realize it’s not your boyfriend but Dae-ho, you break down into a sob. “Dae-ho,” you mewl.

Said man looks at you like he’s been wounded and grabs your shoulders. “What’s wrong? What happened?” He quickly bombards you with questions.

You sniffle and part your lips. “My boyfriend, he—he.” You can’t even finish what you’re going to say because of how choked up you get, and he doesn’t wait or pester you to finish. He immediately wraps his arms around you and hugs you against him, basking you in his warmth and comfort.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he tries to soothe you as he rubs your back. “You’re going to be okay.”

You let out another shaky sob and grip onto him so he wouldn’t let go. Neither of you proceed to utter a thing, you stand under the falling snow and let the bitterness nip at any exposed skin it can reach.

It’s only once your shoulders stop shaking and Dae-ho’s date is long gone after being forgotten, that you pull away, but he doesn’t let you stray far, he cups your jaw and holds your gaze with tenderness.

“He cheated on me,” you whisper hoarsely, making him sigh with pity.

“I’m sorry,” he says as he strokes your cheeks with the tip of his cold fingers. “He’s an asshole.”

You nod gently and sniffle again. “I don’t even know why I dated him. I didn’t even like him, but I thought maybe…just maybe it would help.”

Dae-ho blinks with confusion and he quickly he follows up on your question. “Help what?”

You avert your gaze and sniffle. Your pause lasts for a moment. It’s only when his hand falls on your shoulder and the other falls at his side that you speak up.

“Forget my feelings for you.”

A cloud of Dae-ho’s breath forms in the space past his lips as he can’t help but gasp.

“I went into that relationship knowing what I felt, but I also know that you don’t feel the same and I can’t possibly live with that so I had to forget, but he…” you trail off and slowly lift your gaze, meeting his bewildered eyes.

“Who,” he stammers and you lose all contact with him as he pulls his hand off your shoulder. “Why…why would you think I don’t have the same feeling you do? I love you,” he admits, stealing your breath and making you feel as if you’re out of this world.

“All this time,” he adds as he watches you work through your disbelief. “I was just…scared that it would ruin us. If I had known—all those dates I’ve been on…” he trails off and grabs your shoulders so you can look him in the eyes as he then continues firmly. “…If it’s true that you feel what I do, tell me and I will stop wasting my time with nobodies.”

You blink in disbelief and your lips part because of the same feelings.

It’s hard to process the fact that he shares the same love you have for him, but that fear of letting him know no longer exists. You’re just hesitant because you’re still caught in disbelief.

“I…I do,” you confess slowly, making him beam at you before he presses his forehead against yours.

“I was going to kiss you, but I think it would be wrong considering…” he doesn’t finish saying but you know he’s referring to your situation.

“Hm,” you hum and grab his face this time to press a light kiss on his lips. “For warmth.” You giggle.

He can’t stop smiling. His smile brightens as he keeps you close with the intention to not let you stray from him anymore.

[venuslarkspur]

Who’s Gonna Marry The Pink Haired Girls?

—————————

Summary: Squid Game characters with Pink Haired!Fem!Reader <3

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

Warning: typical squid game violence, problematic language, mentions of homophobia and transphobia, slutshaming (none of the characters to reader!), slight angst, drug usage (not the reader),

Thanos (Choi Su-bong)

- You immediately caught his attention, you two stand out the most amongst the other players for your vibrant choice of hair.

- The older players find you slightly intimidating because you don’t fit into their fragile default settings, he don’t gaf though.

- forces everyone else in his group to swear themselves off you.

- Approaches you during the rush to the carousel during mingle, “Oi Señorita!” He says whilst pushing his way through the crowd, he gives you a smug look before speaking again “Join me princess, I’ll protect you.” You visibly cringed at his words, but joined him anyway.

- He does keep his promise, he grabs you and takes you into the room with him. But you’re met with relentless pet names.

- “You good Wifey?” He’d ask while you’re frantically checking the slot hole to check if Se-Mi is okay after he abandoned her on the carousel.

- (YALL KNOW THIS AUDIO) He’s super high once and you check up on him he said “Woah..angels have pink hair..I had no idea.”

- Rambles on about all the places he’s gonna take you to when you get out of here, has to persuade you to vote “O” first; regardless of your choice he would still hit on you non stop.

- You eventually give in to yourself and flirt back, your heart racing a bit; having no idea what would become of you both a few hours later.

Se-Mi (very delulu on this one, SHE’S ALIVE)

I say as they drag me away to the mental asylum.

- You’re immediately drawn to one another because you both stand out amidst the crowd. Thanos initially flirts with both of you; and you bond over it making the same eye rolling motion every time he flirts with one of the two of you.

- You two bond instantly, which starts your trio with yourself, Min-su and her. Nam-gyu finds it nauseating, Thanos just feels left out but leaves you two to it.

- You know that trend on Tik Tok where it’s like “Our friend group with all girls and 1 boy” yeah that’s you two and Min-su.

- When you sneak off to the bathroom to get away from the boys, she follows you. Checks up on you and then nervously shoots her shot, she leans in and gives you a long kiss which you reciprocated, whilst you hold her face. She tells you to stick with her next game. The threat of death really causes people to come closer in such short time.

- When the number 4 is called in Mingle, you watch as Min-su betrays her; however you shove past him and you immediately grab her hand and start searching for a new group, ignoring Thanos calling out to you saying “Hey Señorita! get back here!”

- You run in front of her, hand in hand, frantically searching for a group. Time seems to slow down until you’re grabbed into a room by Players 388 and 390. All you can do is desperately hug and cling to each other whilst thanking the two others who grabbed you again and again.

- You both vote to leave after that, your former teammate Nam-gyu comes at her with a fork, you don’t hesitate to defend her, you’re able to grab a nearby piece of glass that Min-su had thrown and swiftly stab him from behind, guilt immediately consumes you when seeing how he sunk to the floor; but your newly girlfriend’s life was on the line! so you let him sink to his knees and bleed out, as he sweared unspeakable words at you both.

- You’re glued to her side as the rebellion starts, never wanting to let go; only hoping for the best.

Kang Dae-Ho (featuring wing-man Jung Bae)

- Takes notice of you but pretends he hasn’t. It’s not just your breathtaking hair, but your incredible confidence.

- You stick out from the crowd and all the old dickheads in the game make degenerate or gross assumptions about you because of your hair colour and style.

- But it’s your calm and neutral tone which catches him by surprise as player 100 made assumptions about you; which of course fell into the “slut” category, you however just replied with a nonchalant “you know nothing about me.” With the emphasis on ‘nothing’, you walked away from the old bastard, who couldn’t be more than wrong about you.

- But the old prick walks after you shouting at you to ‘look at him when he’s talking to you.’ Dae-Ho, who can sense your social battery dying as you stare back at the man with annoyance, steps between the two of you, before things got nasty. “Don’t speak to a lady that way.” He says and you grin in amusement, hiding the smirk on your face, enjoying this slightly but also somewhat worried for him. Your worry eases when player 001 steps between the two and defuses the situation, you look back to the strange man and mouth a ‘thank you’ to player 388.

- You noticed him and a friend of his struggling to find a 3rd player in Mingle, so you drag him and player 390 into a room with you last minute, he decides wants to thank you on the way down from the stairs, but he has to hide the fact he’s attracted to you as to not scare you. And the obvious fact that this is your first actual interaction.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“Thanks back there..” he says whilst gesturing to player 390 behind him.

“It’s no trouble.” You smile back.

Silence dawns on you both, but you keep on walking.

“Uh.. so I’ve noticed you around-“

“I know.” You replied knowingly, your tone teasing and flirty.

- Jung Bae watches this interaction knowingly, whilst Dae-Ho slaps himself in the face as you prance away, ‘if you didn’t like me before, you definitely don’t now’ he thinks to himself.

- Wonders how he can be so dumb until he sees his chance to redeem himself when the circle guards start handing out dinner. He pulls you aside and tells you what player 456 told him, there might be riots in the night, and you should stick by him. You smirked out of pure entertainment.

- “You gonna keep me safe?” You teased. You giggled but saw the disappointment on his face. Is he crushing on you? “Sorry..,thank you handsome! I’ll be there.” You replied and walked back to your bunk.

- A riot does in fact break out, after you voted “X”, so you curl under one of the bunks with him when the screams start. You two (not so) unexpectedly joined hands tightly, for each others benefit and your own as well.

- A brutal series of death matches probably isn’t the best place to find yourself a boyfriend, but you can’t help but wanna kiss him good luck when he goes off with the rest of the group to rebel, so you do, smashing your lips against his before he leaves. Wishing he wouldn’t go.

Cho Hyun-Ju

- You team up with her and another girl when “6 players” is announced on the 2nd game, she sees you immediately, you’re a bit had to miss as your vibrant hair sticks out. You’re immensely drawn to her strong sense of leadership and ambition; just what you loved in women!

- You make flirty remarks at her, she blushes and unknowing of how to react and just says a short “Thank you.” The sweet old woman in your group is pleasantly confused, “Two girls in love?”, she asks questions like that, until her son remarks to her about how “People can love who they want now ma!” And she lets out a confused but supportive “ah.” She means well, she has so many questions on why you ‘did that to your hair?’ But you she’s just being curious, so you answer all her questions.

- is hesitant to try anything romantic with you, she knows you’d face a lot of challenges in the outside world, with her being transgender and you both being a sapphic couple. But how can she plant these seeds of doubt within herself when you’re so sure and persistent.

- She can’t ignore how her heart flutters when you flirt with her, reminding her how perfect she is.

- You’re practically glued together during the start of the rebellion after having lost Young-Mi, you gush at her when she explains how to use the gun to the fellow players.

- You follow after her, ready to step up and go with her to fight. But she pulls you aside back to 007 and 149 and tells you to stay behind, you’re worried and annoyed but she tells you something which changes how you’re feeling. “You’re the last person I want to lose now.” She declared as she placed her hands on your shoulders. “When all this is over, I’ll buy you dinner.” You remarked whilst twirling your hair and she played a sad and also such a happy smile at you, “I’d like that.”

Hwang Jun-Ho

- Let’s say you’re already dating, he notices people glance at you because of your alternative style; but it doesn’t matter that much to him, you’ve been through heaven and hell with him so he doesn’t care how you choose to express yourself.

- You supported him during his quest of finding his brother, but noting happens to explain why he came back barely alive with a bullet lodged in his shoulder. You’re rightfully pissed off, of course you are.

- His mother adores you, she was unsure of you at first; your hair colour is unique, in a good way. You make her son happy so at the end of the day she doesn’t care.

- All the other police at the station recognise you immediately upon entrance, since you like picking him up after work or to get lunch, the fellow officers and receptionist referred to you as his wife; since you’re wearing a promise ring he’d bought you, they don’t know you haven’t tied the knot yet, but you don’t really mind.

- His mother does a lot of asking of when you’re gonna give her grandchildren, you avert your eyes and almost spat out your water the first time you got asked this question.

- He tells you he’s going on another search for the island, this time with help. You’re rightfully annoyed, last time he got shot?! So you make him swear that this will be the last time, and when he comes back you must try and be a normal family, and never speak of this again. He agrees (not that it took much convincing, he’s been waiting to wife you up tbh.)

- So now here you are waiting for his return, anxiously playing with your fingers.

————————

I love this series so much <3

[romanscoming]

“shh .. i got you baby.. just hold onto me .”

its currently 5am .. ive been watching edits of dae-ho &the salesman all fuckin night .. save me ? [ kitty is screaming rn .]

TRIGGERED!NEEDY!DAE-HO KANG [ PLAYER 388 ] x SOFT!GIRLFRIEND!BLACK!READER smut / fluff — 18+

TAGLIST ! | REQUEST ! | WATTPAD .

NEW TAGLIST MAKE SURE TOO JOIN !!

SUMMARY - tossing and turning, the thought of you dying in the next game is hunting dae-ho, eating him from the inside out nd making his night sleepless .. but you know just how to comfort him nd help him sleep thru the night .

¡ WARNING !

dae-ho having PTSD, nightmares, #realmencry, cockwarming to sleep, semi-public sex, mommy kink, daddy kink, cuminside, creamypie, breeding kink, breast play, tit-sucking, babying, rubbing against one nd another, dry-humping (personally my favorite), pussywhipped dae-ho (pussydrunk), cockdrunk reader, both sub; little bit of softdom, “goodboy”, aftercare, lovemaking, praises, bitting, sloppy, heavy breathing, panting .. yk the drill [ ALSO USE OF [name] AS IN ( Y/N ) and YOU SO NO PRONOUNS ]

SORRY FOR ANY MISTAKES .

—

DAE-HO WAS TOSSING AND TURNING .. THE IDEA OF YOU DYING AND HIM NOT BEING ABLE TO SAVE YOU WAS EATING HIM ALIVE .. his soft mutters .. “[name] please .. i cant lose you ..”

you were on the bed right on side of him, half asleep and half awake .. listening to his whimpering and soft cries .

the thoughts of how you guys were back at home, always cuddled up whenever one or the other was upset or frustrated .. you guys were a tied together .. soulmates because you both can always feel when something is wrong with the other person .

you fell upset .. thinking hard about what to do, he’d always take care of you and now it was your turn to take care of him .

“dae .. sweetface ?” you called out in a soft tone, but didnt get his attention

quickly lifting your head up to turn to him, you notice the heavy breathing as his body rosed up and down quickly, he was panting .. pillow covering his ears arms locked against his head to keep the pillow in place ..

he having a panic attack.

you jumped up too your knees crawling to his mattress on the floor and touched his cheek making his eyes flicker open like a little baby as the tears started to fall down his cheeks .

“ohh you poor baby .. dae-ho — im here i promise ..” you whispered into his ear as he shook his head no a struggled to maintain his voice on his own as more and more tears fell out his eyes .

you found ahold onto his hand as you softly drew circles around his palm .. and lingered his hand to touch your face .. to bring him back to reality with the touch of the person he truly loved, adored, appreciated, and cared for .

a loud gasp of air was lifted from him, as his eyes fully opened and locked with yours .. his panting slowed but body still was shaking .

he mumbled some “no ..no no no..” as he backs away with a shaking breath trying to focus..

his hand stayed on your face, as you watch him back away you frowned as you pushed your closer sitting on his massive thigh, taking his other hand and placing it on the other side of your face .. staring deeply into his eyes .. “baby .. listen to me dae-ho .. listen to my voice —i am here ..your not gonna lose me —i promise”

“[name] .. ohh pleasee.. pleasee [name]” he whined and whimpered to you .

you nodded your head with a brief sigh which turned into a bright smile as he said your name .. your dae-ho .. you’d helped him just like times before and succeeded .. you were proud of yourself .

dae-ho sighed, throwing his head back with a whine ..

you watched this sight as the hot feeling between your legs started to rise just as your squeezed your legs between his thighs staring at his sweaty form .

his dark eyes lingered to you as he right the heat rise around you both .. he smiled watching you staring rubbing his fingers against your face catching your attention again .

“my [name], my angel ..” he whispered as he softly pulled your head to his lips leaving a soft wet kiss on your forehead then onto the lips .

you chuckled lowly, as you changed position wrapping your legs around his hips now .. a silent moan falling out of both of ur mouths as your wetness touched his half hardened cock.

ignore it, you look at his sweaty form once more before rolling his shirt upwards from the bottom, “your so sweaty baby.. lets take all of this off ..”

he didnt do anything just hummed in agreement, he rosed his arms up as you lifted yourself up to the taller male pulling his shirt all the way off .. and placed wet kisses against his neck, shoulders and collar bone .

his breath increased as you sat back down onto his hard .. groan falling out his mouth as u kissed his chest more ..

“shh .. stay quiet.”

he nodded rapidly, as you smiled and kissed his lips ..

“remember .. at the beach ?” you mumbled to him as he nodded watching you closely as you rubbed against his body with ur hands and slowly started to hump his hard .. brushing ur clothed pussy again his problem .

“mm—uahh~..mhm..” he hummed back to you, “mmm~ ff.. when we soo sleepy but horny ?” you lift your head from his neck looking into his eyes with a gentle smile kissing his cheek .

moving kisses all around his face, his nose, his cheek, his chin, his jaw and the crown of his head and lastly his lips .. a passionate soft but gentle delicate, kiss .

“can you picture us there again for me ?”

his head fell back once more as you started to rolling your hips against his more and more, building up the pace, now moving ur hands to his shoulders to stay steady on his lap .

you chuckle to yourself as the moans escape both of your mouths .. “can you do that for me dae-ho .. huh baby please ?” he nodded too afraid to speak .

you moved quickly as you removed your jacket, slipped out of ur shirt .. nd quickly let your pants fall to the floor .. dae-ho watched all of this as his dick grew harder and harder by the second nd moaned as you pulled his pants along with his boxers down for his thick fat heavy cock fall out .. glistening to the low red and blue light as his angry hot pink tip shined with pre-cum leaking out .

he moaned out a little louder this time as you pressed yourself against him .. “shhh .. give me a second ..” you let out a couple of soft moans as you pulled ur panties to the side exposing your wet pussy to his leaking cock, letting your juices fall onto his length .

you both watched closely before looking up into each other eyes, you smiled at him before sliding ur pussylips on the side of his dick, back and forth holding onto his shoulders as he held onto ur waist .

he sucked in a sharp breath before moving one hand to your tits, squeezing them and pulling at ur nipples as you threw your head back letting out low moans holding onto him tighter .

he continued this act, as his head rolled back repeatedly and stared at the frame of both of ur bodies touching, trailing his eyes back to your shape, your breast, shoulders, neck and ur face structure .

he looked at your breast once more before looking up at you with pleasing look, and you nodded “go ahead.. ask be a good boy and ask .”

he whined, before stared into your eyes as he opened his mouth and moans fell out .. “aaah~ please ma-mommy please —“ you frowned at him, “please what hm ? tell me .”

“can.. i-i—ahh~ please.. i cant .” he whimpered as his head fell to your shoulder .. you were teasing him, everything he opened his mouth you grind ur clit again his tip rubbing the your pussy against his dick fasting and faster .. “yes you can” you cupped his face into ur hand giving him a sloppy kiss, “you can .. say it for my baby .. i wanna hear you voice —you know i love it .”

he chased after your lips after you pulled around before looking at u with a pleading face once again .. “boobies .. can i suck them please mommy—aah~ please—“

you smiled and nodded, your head fell to his shoulder as he lashed onto your boob, sucking it gently but hungrily though filled your head of the times you were home and dae-ho would randomly ask to suck them .

you’d never decline his offer .. he even came up with scenarios of WHEN he’d get you pregnant and ur breast would be full of milk for the baby and HIM .

you giggled to yourself at the memory forgetting you both were in this huge room trapped .. “thinking about impregnating me hm ?” you hummed to him as you fed your boob to him, “aren’t you .. thinking about me being all round with full breast leaking with milk ?”

he nodded rapidly as your hand moved to the back of his head pushing his face into ur breasts .. just as his other hand came and pulled at ur untouched breast .

you moaned a little loud as you bit onto his shoulder holding yourself together as you started to grind faster then before .. the feeling of a knot came and felt as if you every were going to explode..

rubbing faster and faster as dae-ho pulled away from ur chest and held onto ur waist helping you move, “gonna cummmm~ gon-aagh~ gonna c-cummm baby—please .”

he pressed his lips against yourself, giving you another sloppy kiss as you both moaned and whimpered into each others mouths, “can-can i cum inside~ mm~ please wanna make u a mommy—want you to make me daddy—angel pleaseee- i cant take it anymore ahh~”

you nodded as you quickly pushed his dick into ur cunt .. “yes yess~ ahh~ wanna make you a daddy—i want itt now pleasee~~!”

you both moaned outt as you started bouncing and he thrusted upwards to let his dick meet your cunt halfway, the sounds of sloppy wet skin slapping grew loud, your ass slapping against his thigh, the sweat against both of your bodies increasing heavily .

“cum with me princess .. please—gonna make you a mommy i promise—gonna fill you up .”

you moaned out a yes, nodding and quickened your bounces, “yes yes yesss!! we’re going to be—a mommy and daddyyy~ ahh~ im cummingg—ohhh dae-hooo..pleaseee!”

hearing you moan out his name, he snapped as his load poured into you .. lots of white substance flowing deep into your cunt .. as your eyes rolled at the feeling you kissing his lips and released yourself as your cum combined with his farming a lake deep inside of your cunt.. your head fell onto his shoulder as he babbled .

“loveeeee—loveyouusomuch ‘mmm~” you nodded at his words, opening ur mouth so reply but moans and whines just fell out .

“soo warmmm.. ahh-soo fff-fucking tight still.” he moaned as you continued to bounce teaching both of your highs, your pussy tighten around him.. it felt like a glove—a glove that was made just to fit dae-ho .

just as you were about to get up, he pulled you back down .. “no.nononooo—cant leave this warm tight cuntt—i love itt— i love youuu—[name] i love you so much ..” he whined “just keep it in okay—iloveyouuu~”

you were panting.. “i-iloveyoumore—i dooo ahh~” you moaned out in a rush just as he started to roll his hips inside of you as your eyes rolled back—having him inside of you felt like heaven on earth and he couldn’t agree more .

“cant keep still—fuckkinggg hell.. this cunt was made for me—righttt princesss~~?” he whimpered to you as u noddeddd, “yesss yesss~ a million times yess baby—“ you couldnt hold back ur moans anymore just as your pussy tighten against him and again ..

“fuckkkkk—fuck!”

your lips fell onto his as you gave him a clean passionate kiss full of love as you felt yourself releasing your juices once again — “cumm—cumming baby..im cuming againnn~”

“me too—cmonnn, cum with me” he holding you in his lap just as your body started to shake, he bites the side of your neck gently to hold in his moans as u held on his shoulders bouncing more and more .

“pleasee—dae-ho cum inside me.. we-we’ll finally have a family—once we get out of this.. me .. you and our baby” you whined into his ear as you placed his hand on ur womb feeling himself go deeper inside of you after every bounce .. “babies—our babies [name]..”

you nodded as your bounces got sloppier, you were closer then before .

tighten your pussy around his cock u babbled to him and he babbled back repeating praise to one and another .

he whimpered and moaned as he held onto tightly as he was closer and closer as usual bouncing getting both of you off .. “shhh—shh .. i got you baby —ah-just hold onto mm~ .. me” you spoke with moans and pants ..

a moment of silence moans as you both reach the climax and the feeling over but of substances mixing with the old cum building up deep deep in your womb now—the panting of you both fill the room .

“sooo good angel.. fuckk soooo damn good.” he spoke while panting, lifting ur head up to rest his forehead against yours .. “mm~~ feels so warmm dae-ho” you yawned to him ..

eyes trying hard to blink away the sleepiness .. “i knowww .. gotta keep it like this—so we can have our babies okay ?”

you noddedd humming small “yes.. yess i know” lowly as your eyes closed .

“[name], cmonn baby—“ you whined as he changed position with you .. staying inside but slowly moving your back to touch the mattress as he lay on top of you .

“stayy—stay ahh-mm~please” dae-ho thrust into you a couple of times before resting his head on side of yours , “i ammm i amm~ fuckk—im sorry—couldnt help myself—you feel so warm..”

you chuckled to yourself and kissed his cheek just as your eyes closed again—“i love you dae-ho.. i love you so much more then you know it—i love you and our now unborn child” dae-ho was smiling ear to ear as he placed his hand over your belly and you placed your on top of his .

“i love you and our unborn child more—i promise we’ll make it out of here ..” you smiled at him and kissed his cheek then lips .

sloppy wet kissing between the two of you was passionate and pleasing .. right before the sleepiness took over the both of you—dae-ho threw the blank over your guys and kissed your forehead as you were now sleeping and planted his head in your neck and fell asleep as well .

.. SHORTLY AFTER THE LIGHTS WERE BACK ON IN THE ROOM — AS THE GROUP GOT UP THEY TURN TO SEE YOU GUYS STILL ASLEEP.. “dont even wake them—they were at it all night.” gi-hun stated rolling his neck with a sigh and walked ahead of the group .

—

ANY MISTAKES LET ME KNO PLEASEEE !

TAGLIST -

@xocherishxo @bxrbie1 @gxdghy @blxckdesire @laitifly @lousycakes

I ADVISE JOINING THE TAGLIST TO SEE THE FANFIC ASAP .

—

i wouldnt mind doing a part2 with reader being pregnant.. pregnancy sex???? whatcha think !

DOING REQUESTING AFTER POSTING THIS SO GO AHEAD AND REQUEST !!

[fl3shm4id3n]

ii think I'm dyinggg plz do smut w/ 388 where he talks uuu through itttt

WHO SAID THAT

-Also can I be this anon if u do those ☄️

ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴋᴀɴɢ ᴅᴀᴇ-ʜᴏ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅ��ʀ

Tw: SMUT, Dae Ho is a soft dom and very sweet, kissing/ soft make out session, eating out, slight hair pulling, missionary, back scratching, protected sex (if you're gonna get silly, wrap your willy), reader on the pill, aftercare, fluff.

A/N: Of course you can be my ☄️anon :D

Masterlist

ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

That evening, you had just got home. You took off your shoes in the doorway and placed your purse down on the table. You then headed to your bedroom. You saw that Dea Ho was in already in bed, asleep. You then began to change into change into your nightgown. Then you went to the bathroom to remove your makeup and do your skin care. Afterwards, you were done. You then headed to your bedroom.

As you lifted the covers and laid down on your side. You noticed how Dae Ho then got up from his current position and turned his body to face you. His arm quickly wrapped itself around you then pulled you so that you could lay down. Before you could properly react, Dae Ho processed to kiss you on the lips. You attempted to push him away, but you began to submit to his lips. His other arm went under you, holding your back and deepened the kiss.

His hand then snaked up to your chest, softly grabbing your breast and giving it a squeeze. You moaned softly against his lips. Then finally after some time, Dae Ho finally pulled away and then kissed your forehead. "I missed you." He admitted. "I thought you were asleep." You said, as you tried to catch your breath. "I can never go to sleep until you arrive." You said, kissing your forehead again. "How was work." He asked, while he looked down at you. "It was boring, super slow." You responded, while Dae Ho gently caressed your thighs. Listening to you. "I know what'll make you feel better." He said, with a small smile. You knew what that was.

Dae Ho carefully lifted your nightgown, then pulled it over your head. Leaving you completely naked, you didn't even wear underwear. He then got odd the bed, then pulled your legs. Dragging you down toward the end. He then got on his knees, placing your thighs over your muscular shoulders. He got a good grip on hips. He then drove down and gave your slightly wet folds a huge lick. You gasped and flinched. "So good." Dae Ho said softly, then processed to suck clit softly. Your back arched, and moved your arms over your head, slightly gripping onto the bed sheets.

He continued to lick and suck, taking his time with you. "Mmm... You taste so good." He groaned, as he continued to suckle on your folds. You whined, then you ran your hand down your body, all the way down and gently tugged at his hair. He moaned softly against your folds. He used his fingers to spread your pussy lips a bit more and licked you much more. You couldn't help but squeeze your thighs around head. Slowly, you felt how Dae Ho's tongue inserted inside you. "Dae Ho!" You moaned as your back arched, your toes curled as he licked your spongy insides. You bucked your hips, feeling how his nose brushed up against your clit.

Dae Ho pulled away to take breather, your juices and his saliva were connected to his lips. He licked his lips, taking in your taste. He quickly drove back down, taking your whole pussy into his whole mouth. His nose rubbing against your throbbing clit. "Ahh!" You moaned loudly, gripping harder onto his hair for dear life. It was like a switch had gone off in his head. He was licking all the rights spots. Making your whole body shake. You clenched your legs even more, he was nearly suffocating between your legs, but he didn't mind. He'd die a happy man if he went out between your tights.

He pulled away again, this time he was breathing a bit faster. Both his saliva and juices were on his chin. He leaned down one again, then gave your clit a small kiss. He got up and took off his shirt, then boxers. His cock sprung up, erect and precum leaking from tip. He leaned over to the night stand and took out a condom. He opened the small packet with his teeth carefully, then pulled out the rubber. He rolled the condom down his cock. It was a perfect fit. He always wore a condom when it came to sex. Even though you've told him that you were on the pill, he wanted to be safe. He was very responsible.

Dae Ho then lifted your legs, placing your calves on his muscular chest and your ankles were on his shoulders. Carefully, he thrusted inside your tightness. You bit your bottom lip softly and screwed your eyes shut as he stretched you out, carefully. As he carefully moved his hips. He kissed your ankles, softly. He then wrapped his arms around his your legs, holding them close to your body. "Oh! You're doing great." He moaned, sweat began to build up on his forehead. "So, good." He said, almost whining. He shut his eyes, tightly. His breathing quickened and so did his pace.

You whined loudly, throwing your head back as his pace quicken. "Please.." You moaned, he opened his eyes and looked at you. "Please what? Talk to me." He said, in a breathy voice. You couldn't form your sentence, so you just moved your hand down to your throbbing clit. "Oh. That's what you want?" He asked, then he reached down and processed to rub your clit with his thumb. He put light pressure and rubbed your clit. Your whole body flinched as you felt his thumb rubbing your clit. It felt good, you loved it. He knew you loved it.

Dae Ho continued to thrust even more fast. "That's it!" He moaned, still rubbing your clit. Feeling how your walls clenched around him tightly. He then spread your legs and placed them around his waist. Then leaned his body down, against yours. You took this as an opportunity and placed your hands onto his lap. Gripping onto him. Digging your nails onto his back. He continued his thrusts, except they became sharper and more harsh. It made your body slightly bounce due to his hard thrusts. "Fuck! That's-" He tried to say, but quickly stopped. Still thrusting and rubbing your clit.

You cried out, as your dragged your nails down his back. That made him thrust in you even more. "Dae Ho!" you whined his name. He leaned down and captured your lips into a loving kiss. Almost distracting you from the pleasure. As you kissed him, his thrusts became even more tense. He was literally hammering against you. It made you feel dizzy, your eyes rolled at the back of your head at this point. Your body was weakening, your legs began to numb. Out of nowhere, you felt your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. You saw a bunch of stars and little lights.

As you came, so did Dae Ho. He came into the condom. He leaned his forehead against yours. Both of you weak and out of breath. After a few moments of catching his breath. He carefully leaned up and looked down at you. "Are you okay?" He asked you, while you nodded as best as you could. "Yeah." You said as you tried to recover. He smiled, then kissed your forehead and carefully pulled out of you. He then picked you up bridal style and moved you to your spot on the bed. "I'll be back." He said, kissing your cheek. Then he went to the bathroom.

After a bit, he came back out. He was back in his boxers, he had also brought back a wet cloth. He sat down on the bed next to you, then carefully cleaned the mess on your thighs. When he was done, he threw the cloth in the laundry basket. He then climbed in bed, lying on his side. Next to you. Like always, you wrapped your arm around his waist and moved closer to him. Burying your face in his warm chest. You grabbed the thick cover and threw it over himself and you. He cuddled up close to you. Both bodies warmed each other, the silence was comfortable and enjoyable. Dae Ho gave you another kiss on the forehead, before closing his eyes.

[multifandomsimp27]

Needy

Dae Ho (Player 388) x fem! reader

Warnings! Smut 18+ MDNI, oral (m recieving), p in v, Dae Ho being desperate.

Author's Note: Hey! This is my first fan fiction ever. Please give suggestions or requests, right now im focusing solely on Squid Games!

It was 30 minutes until lights out but all Dae Ho could think about was you. It wasn't innocent thoughts either. He couldn't stop thinking about fucking you the night before. You were trying your best to keep quiet and not wake the others but he was fucking you so good. It was all started because Thanos was flirting with you. The thoughts of last night were making him hard, he needed you right now. "Shit where is she." Dae Ho muttered to himself. He spotted you talking to Player 380 casually laughing at something she said. He walked up to you not caring if he interrupted your conversation. "Y/N, can we talk please? It's urgent." Dae Ho panted. "Yeah sure.. what's the rush?" you said curiously. Instead of answering he dragged you along to the bathroom. "Dae Ho people are going to see-" you muttered cautiously. "Y/N I don't care I need...you" he panted desperately.

Before you could respond you were dragged into a stall. He pinned you against the wall still gentle enough to not hurt you. His lips crashed against yours and he couldn't help but grind himself into you desperate to feel something. "Dae Ho what's going on?" you panted. "I just need you mm- so desperate." he whined. You couldn't help but get turned on by his desperation. "Okay baby then how about I help you?" you said while getting on your knees. You could already tell how hard he was through his pants. You rubbed his erection through his pants but it wasn't enough for him. "Please Y/N do something.. please." he begged. That was all it took for you to take his pants and boxers off. You slowly took him into your mouth teasing him by stopping halfway. His pupils were blown out, he quickly grabbed your hair and forced the rest of his dick down your throat. "Sorry my love- need- to feel it." Dae Ho said. You could tell he was close already, you started using your hand which almost threw him over the edge. "Shit stop- I wanna cum inside of you." he panted breathlessly.

You stood up and you both took the rest of your clothes off. Dae Ho palmed your tits which earned a moan from you. Dae Ho lifted you up giving you no choice but to wrap your legs around him. He quickly lined himself up with your cunt and thrusted into you giving you enough time to adjust to his size. "Ah- fuck so tight you feel so good Y/N." Dae Ho moaned. All you could do was nod your head. His pace was beginning to quicken, all you could do was moan out. "Fuck Dae Ho it feels so good your so good at fucking me." you panted. Dae Ho reached down to rub your clit to get you close. "Baby I'm so close let's cum together yeah?" Dae Ho said. "Mm- so close Dae Ho fuck-" you moaned. The thrusts hitting your g-spot, him rubbing you closer to the edge, and him moaning in your ear was all it took for you to cum. "Fuck Dae Ho I'm-" you moaned eyes rolling back as you reached your high. A few seconds later Dae Ho was cumming inside of you. "I'm so sorry for being rough Y/N I needed it so bad." Dae Ho panted into your neck. You just giggled in response. "I love you Dae Ho" "I love you too Y/N."

[greengoblinswifey]

Solace—Kang Dae-Ho/Player 388 x Fem!Reader

summary— Dae-ho has had a crush on you since day one but it takes him almost losing you for him to gain the courage to confess. Based on this request.

warnings— usual squid game activities, fluff, friends to lovers, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie.

a/n— hope you guys enjoyed my first dae-ho fanfic <3 been extremely busy, i don’t even have time for myself :((

From the very first day, Seong Gi-hun took you under his wing when no one else would. You stuck with his group because of his genuine care for your well being and for—him. Player 388 whom you learned to be Kang Dae-Ho.

During the first game, Red Light, Green light as per Gi-hun’s instructions, you were to keep still and hide behind a player.

From the moment Dae-ho stood beside you in the first game, he was mesmerized and had an inkling to protect you.

Before the music stopped, he ran in front of you, shoving you gently behind him. “Stay behind me! Don’t move.”

Confusion swirled your mind as to why this stranger was helping you, but you did as you were told and as you made it across the line you thanked him. Dae-ho’s breath hitched as you wrapped your arms around him reluctantly and he returned the sentiment, resting his chin on your head.

“You saved my life,” you muttered, pulling away.

“I-it’s no problem, really. It’s the least I could do.”

From that interaction, you couldn’t keep your eyes off each other. You had that effortless charm and aura that pulled Dae-ho in. He wanted nothing more than to be able to have you be his—to have you in his arms but even a marine who had encountered many dangers had overwhelming nerves.

You were magnetic, a radiant presence that drew him in like a moth to a flame. Your beauty, both inside and out, left him breathless, and he often found himself lost in your eyes, captivated by the warmth they held. Despite his shyness, he couldn't help but admire you from afar, his heart racing each time you laughed or smiled.

In your presence, he felt a mix of awe and nervousness, wishing he could express just how enchanting he thought you were. Every moment spent with you felt delicate, where words sometimes escaped him, but his gaze spoke volumes, revealing the depth of his admiration. You were his muse, inspiring a quiet affection that blossomed in the softest of glances and the sweetest of smiles.

So, he opted to show his care through protecting you in any way he could. Outside of that, any interaction you had would be filled with him stuttering and developing rosy cheeks.

He was never really shy around women in the outside world or with the other female players—like Jun-hee who was in the group. It was just you. You had that pull on him no else did.

During the Six Legged Pentathlon, Dae-ho ensured you were included in the group and he cheered you on as you successful won Ddjaki with little effort. Your confidence and ability drew him in even further.

When it was his turn to complete his game, you were right by his side, encouraging him with your kind words.

“You can do it, don’t be nervous,” you smiled softly, “I believe in you.”

Dae-ho went on to successfully complete Gonggi and you immediately pulled him in for a hug, almost toppling everyone over but it made his heart flutter.

Walking back into the dormitory, his eyes were fixated on you, tired but grateful to be alive. You all collected the small portion of food and sat around to eat. As Gi-hun spoke, he completely zoned him out, his focus remained on you.

“Uh, here, t-take this. You need your strength, you did great out there,” he stammered.

“I couldn’t. You need your strength too,” you smiled.

God, your smile. It was one of the the most beautiful things about you.

“I’m a marine, I have all the strength I need.” You chuckled, the sound music to his arms and took his share of food from him.

That night, Dae-ho only had one reoccurring thought in his head and it was you. He wanted to confess, to see if you felt the same way but he didn’t know how.

In the cold bunk, you lay on your side and unbeknownst to Dae-ho, your mind was on him. You were just as infatuated with him as he was with you, but since he never explicitly said anything, you pushed it to the side. He was just being nice. He didn’t have feelings for you and you were delusional to even think so.

He was cute, strong and sweet, there was no way he would go for a girl like you. Especially in the midst of all this chaos, there were more important matters to deal with. At least—that’s what you thought.

The game that followed was Mingle, but as usual, it wasn’t as simple as it looked and came with a deadly twist.

With your heart in your throat, you stepped onto the platform waiting for it to spin and the music to start playing. Dae-ho stood close by, trying to keep an eye on you while also looking out for the rest of the group. It was probably the most hectic game so far.

The spinning had you almost lose your footing and as the platform stopped and a number was called, chaos erupted.

Players grabbed each other, some even bouncing you and running into rooms. Meanwhile you were a chicken without its head, running away from the group when you should’ve been running with them. It was the last number and being so close to death that many times had left you discombobulated.

Dae-ho tried to scan the room for you but it was cut short when he was shoved by the others into a room. His heart beat so fast he thought it would tear out of his chest as he looked through the hole in the door for you.

Meanwhile, just before the countdown ended, you quickly ran into a room that thankfully did not have the maximum amount of players. You looked on as players were eliminated in cold blood, just grateful you were able to survive at the very last second.

Dae-ho’s room was suffocating. He sat huddled in the corner, his knees pulled to his chest, trembling hands clutched tightly together. What gnawed at him the most was you. He didn’t know where you were, if you were safe, if you were still alive.

When the guards herded the players back to the dormitory, Dae-ho didn’t care about anything else. His eyes darted around the room frantically, searching every corner for you. His breath hitched as he scanned every face, his heart dropping when none of them were yours.

And then, there you were.

You stood near the back of the room, brushing dust off your clothes, looking tired but unharmed. Relief hit him like a tidal wave, and before he could stop himself, he was sprinting toward you.

“Y/N!” he called.

You turned, startled, just in time to catch him as he practically collided with you, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

“Dae-ho?” you asked, shocked.

“You’re okay,” he whispered. “You’re okay.”

You smiled softly, though you were still confused. “Yeah, I am. Are you okay?”

He pulled back just enough to cup your cheeks, his hands trembling slightly as he looked at you, scanning your face as though he couldn’t believe you were real. His eyes were glassy with unshed tears.

“I thought—” His voice faltered. “I thought you might not have made it. I was scared. I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again.”

Your heart ached at the sight of him, so vulnerable and raw. “Dae-ho, I’m fine,” you assured him, your hands resting on his wrists.

He shook his head, as if trying to gather his courage. “I—I have to say this now. I don’t know if I’ll get another chance. I like you. I’ve liked you since the day I saw you. You’re so beautiful, so smart, and so kind. You make all of this—this nightmare bearable. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and I—”

“Dae-ho,” you interrupted, your voice soft as your cheeks warmed.

“I mean it,” he said, his words tumbling out in a rush. “I’ve wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know how. And today, when I thought I might lose you, I couldn’t—”

You smiled, cutting off his rambling by leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. For a moment, Dae-ho froze in shock, but then he melted into the kiss, his hands still cupping your cheeks.

When you pulled back, your smile widened at the dazed look on his face. “I feel the same way, Dae-ho,” you admitted.

“You—you do?” he stammered.

“I do,” you said, a small laugh escaping as you watched his face flush.

A loud whistle interrupted the moment, and both of you turned to see Jung-bae standing a few feet away, grinning from ear to ear.

“Finally!” he said, crossing his arms. “I thought I’d have to spell it out for you two.”

You rolled your eyes, and Dae-ho ducked his head, clearly embarrassed but unable to stop smiling.

“Shut up, Jung-bae,” you said playfully, though you couldn’t hide your own grin.

Dae-ho held you close like he never wanted to let go. His arms were firm around your waist, his head buried in your shoulder as he whispered, “I can’t believe you’re in my arms right now.

You reached up, running your fingers gently through his dark hair. “I’m here,” you said softly, leaning into him. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

He pulled back slightly, his hands moving to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks. His eyes searched yours, still in awe. “You don’t understand,” he said, his voice low and tender. “I’ve dreamed about this—about holding you, about just, having you close. I never thought it would actually happen.”

“I’m glad it did,” you whispered.

He smiled, his lips brushing softly against your forehead, then your temple. The kisses were tender. You closed your eyes, melting into his touch as you snuggled against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

When night came and the dormitory was quiet, everyone else fast asleep, Dae-ho hesitated as he stood by your bunk.

“I should go,” he whispered, though his body betrayed his words, lingering close.

“Stay,” you said softly.

He froze, his eyes meeting yours in the dim light. For a moment, he looked uncertain, but then he nodded, climbing into the narrow space beside you.

You turned to face each other, lying so close that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. His hand rested on your waist and you reached up to trace your fingers lightly along his jawline.

“Hi,” you said softly, a small smile on your lips.

“Hi,” he echoed, his smile widening.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his in a tentative kiss. It was soft at first, almost shy, but as his hand slid up to cup the back of your neck, it deepened. His lips moved against yours with a passion that had been building for days.

Without thinking, you shifted, moving to straddle him. His breath hitched as his hands instinctively settled on your hips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your cheeks flushed, and you leaned down, your lips pressing against his again. “You said that already,” you teased softly.

“And I’ll keep saying it,” he replied, his hands gently running up and down your sides. “Because it’s true. You’re incredible. I don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t say that,” you whispered, cupping his face in your hands. “You’re here with me, and that’s all that matters.”

Dae-ho pulled you in for another kiss, this one deeper and more lingering than before. His hands rested on your hips and you instinctively shifted, your body moving on top of him in a way that made his breath hitch.

You froze for a moment, realizing that he was hard, and then let out a soft giggle. “Oh,” you murmured, the corners of your mouth curling upward as you looked at him.

His face flushed immediately, and he stammered, “I—I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for—”

“It’s okay,” you cut him off gently, placing a hand on his chest. His heart was racing beneath your palm. “It’s natural.”

He swallowed hard, clearly embarrassed, but you tilted your head, watching him carefully. “Do you—want me to help with that?” you asked.

His eyes widened slightly, and he stuttered, “I—I mean, only if you want to. I don’t want you to feel like—”

“I want to,” you said softly, cutting through his nervous rambling.

For a moment, he stared at you, his expression a mix of wonder and disbelief. Then he nodded, his voice low as he murmured, “Okay.”

You quietly slipped out of your bottoms, and he did the same. As you positioned your pussy over his raw, hard cock, his hand found your waist. He was already leaking from the tip and you took ahold of his shaft, dragging it along your folds. With a low gasp, you sank down onto his cock, the size of him stretching and filling you.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice trembling with awe. “So perfect.”

You moved slowly, your pussy adjusting to him as your hands pressed against his chest for balance. His grip on your hips tightened, his eyes locked on yours. “I can’t believe this is happening,” he murmured.

“Believe it,” you whispered back, your bounces becoming more fluid as you found a quiet rhythm together.

“You feel so good,” he said through gritted teeth, his voice strained. His hands guided your movements, his fingers digging into your skin. “You’re fucking, incredible, y’know that?”

A soft smile came on your lips, and you leaned forward slightly, your breath mingling with his. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you teased, earning a breathy laugh from him.

He closed his eyes for a moment, his forehead resting against yours. “Fuck, you’re going to ruin me,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

You giggled softly, brushing your lips against his. “Then we’re even,” you replied.

The two of you moved together quietly, his hips thrusting upwards and meeting your bounces. Every whispered word of praise, every soft touch, made the moment feel almost surreal. He held onto your waist tightly but gently, afraid you would slip away and in awe at how you moved on top of him.

His forehead was pressed against yours, jaw agape as he felt your tight pussy move up and down his shaft. You bit your lip attempting to hold back your moans, he was hitting spots inside you no one else had.

And as you both reached your limit with him throbbing inside you and your pussy quivering, he whispered, “Please, cum with me.”

You nodded, your body trembling as you followed his lead, your hands clutching his shoulders for support. You moaned softly as you felt his load fill you up and your pussy clenched around him as your release washed over you. His arms wrapped tightly around you as he buried his face in your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

When you came down from your high, you both stilled, your breathing heavy but quiet. He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, his hands still resting on your hips as if reluctant to let go.

“We should get dressed,” you whispered, your voice tinged with amusement and exhaustion.

“Yeah,” he agreed, though he didn’t make a move to pull away just yet. Instead, he looked up at. “Thank you, beautiful,” he said softly.

You smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “Anytime,” you replied.

The two of you quickly redressed, your movements careful and quiet. As you settled back into the bunk, he stayed close for a moment, his hand brushing against yours.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered again, his eyes soft and full of warmth.

“So are you,” you replied, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before he returned to his bunk.

Even as you drifted off to sleep, you could still feel the weight of his gaze on you, a silent promise that you weren’t alone.

[tmr-simp7193]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ in which dae-ho finds comfort and reassurance in your unwavering embrace

the sound of the gunfire still echoed faintly in the distance as dae-ho stumbled back into the room, his chest heaving with panicked breaths. his usually steady gaze was wild, and his hands trembled, almost as if he couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed. the chaos of the outside world, the guns, the people who had fallen—it was too much. his feet felt like they were made of stone, and yet, somehow, he moved toward you.

he didn’t stop to explain himself to anyone. not even when others around him whispered questions, their concern mixed with confusion. his eyes only searched for one thing—one person. and when they locked onto you, he bolted toward you without a second thought.

your heart skipped a beat when you saw him. dae-ho wasn’t the type to panic, wasn’t the type to show fear. yet, here he was, all of his strength seemingly drained away in an instant. without a word, he reached for you, his trembling hands gripping your shirt with desperation, his forehead pressing against your chest as if seeking refuge in the only place that felt safe.

“i—i couldn’t—” he stammered, his hands trembling as they reached out and gripped your shirt. his face was pale, his usual confident mask shattered. “i froze. the guns… i just…” his voice cracked, and he looked up at you with wide, terrified eyes.

“hey, hey,” you whispered, gently pulling him back so you could look him in the eye. “you’re okay now. you’re safe.”

he shook his head frantically, his dark hair sticking to his damp forehead. “they’re gonna think i’m weak,” he whispered, his voice raw. “i couldn’t do it. i ran.”

“stop that.” you placed a finger over his lips, quieting him, also softly brushing a strand of hair away from his face. “you’re not weak, dae-ho. you’re human. you don’t have to be anything else.”

he stared at you for a long moment, as though your words were something he didn’t quite understand at first. but then, slowly, a soft breath escaped his lips, and the tension in his shoulders seemed to lessen, if only slightly.

“i should’ve been braver,” he muttered, his voice small. “i should’ve…”

“no,” you cut him off, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a tight hug. “you don’t have to be brave all the time. you’ve already shown bravery by getting through this, by making it this far. you’ve made it through the hardest part.”

dae-ho clung to you like a lifeline, burying his face in your shoulder as he let out a shaky breath. his usual cocky demeanor was gone, replaced by the vulnerable side of him that he rarely showed anyone.

“i don’t want to lose you,” he murmured, his voice muffled by your green jumpsuit. “i couldn’t…” his hands gripped you tighter as if afraid that if he let go, you might disappear.

“shh, i’m right here,” you reassured him softly, stroking his hair to comfort him. “you’re not going to lose me. i’m not going anywhere.”

his breath slowed, his chest rising and falling against you in a calming rhythm. “promise?” he whispered, his slightly glossed over eyes looking up at you and his voice barely audible.

“i promise,” you whispered back, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “i’m not leaving you, dae-ho. not ever.”

for a moment, the chaos of the games, the danger, the fear—it all seemed to disappear. all that remained was the quiet reassurance of your words, and the feeling of him in your arms.

ೃ⁀➷ liv’s note. hii okay so i binged squid game in like a day (don’t ask about my sleep schedule), and when dae-ho showed up, i was OBSESSED. but then i went looking for fics and realized there’s like… nothing out there for him?? so i had to fix that. hope y’all enjoy this little blurb because he deserves all the love ⋆. 𝜗𝜚 ˚⋆

[paroslineage]

Being Their Girlfriend Would Include :

Kang Dae-ho Edition.

Series Masterlist.

Main Masterlist.

He a baby tiger.

Very energetic.

Sweetest gentleman.

Kisses your knuckles and rubs them with his thumbs

When his ptsd knocks he rushes to you for comfort.

Would handfeed you.

Loves stealing kisses from you.

Protective of you and Jun-hee during mingle as he considers her as a little sister.

During the special games he would hide under the bed with you in the middle and on the other side his mentor Jung-bae.

If you fell asleep during keeping watch, he looks over you while holding you close.

His heart would be shattered if you died right before his eyes 💔.

[stollengoods]

Focus On Me

Dae-ho x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Cursing, drug use, & smut

Summary: Dae-ho gets a bit possessive when he catches you dancing with another man (Nam-gyu) at the club and decides to teach you a lesson.

————

“C’mon babe please.” Dae-ho begged, his arms scooping you up from behind as he plants a kiss on your cheek.

You scoffed, “You know I’m not a party girl. I’d rather stay home and relax.” You detached yourself from his arms and turned around leaning against the counter top, “Go with your friends, it’ll be fun.”

He moved closer to you, setting his hands either side of you, caging you in with his arms. You had to look up to meet his devious gaze.

You knew that look, it was the look he used to seduce you to get what he wants. It was also the week of your ovulation which didn’t help. His usual shoulder length hair was now replaced with a striking new haircut that didn’t go past his ears due to joining the marines.

Dae-ho is more on the extroverted side while you were very much an introvert which is why he wanted to go out and party before they send him off to combat training; to him it was a last hurrah to his immature ways. You just didn’t know why he needed you to go to do it.

“Stop looking at me that way.” You giggled, shoving his chest, of course it did no damage because his chest was rock solid.

He smirked before leaning in and attaching his lips to yours drawing out a moan. When he pulled back you pouted your lips, “Why do you even need me there?”

There was a glint in his eye, he could tell you were starting to capitulate. “Because this is my last time going out and we’ve never gone clubbing together.”

“I don’t even have any ‘clubby’ outfits.” You confessed, looking down at your black and blue sweatpants.

His smile reaches his eyes as he booped your nose, “That’s okay, we’ve got two days to find you one.”

————

And that’s how you ended up at an underground, goth-looking, club.

You had to admit it was fun getting ready, Dae-ho helped you find your outfit at the mall. You wore a short black fitted dress with a few elongated holes around your chest area with gold jewelry, and four inch black heels. As for your hair and makeup, you straightened your hair and wore winged eyeliner with a small amount of lipstick.

You had to admit, you looked like a bad ass bitch.

“They said there here… just keep a lookout for-“

“Oh.” You gasped, “I see Se-mi !” You squealed, crazily waving your hand at her. She did the same, getting off her stool chair as we approached Dae-ho’s group of friends.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” You cheered, giving her a big ole hug. Dae-ho dapped up his other friends, min-su and Myung-gi. Se-mi looked great, she wore a leather crop top with a matching leather skirt and 6 inch high heels.

“I’m surprised you actually came.” She smirked, “You need a little pick me up to help with the nerves ?” She opened her purse and pulled out a pink pill, pinching it between her fingers.

You laughed looking from Dae-ho to Se-mi thinking she was fucking with you.

“I can’t.” Dae-ho replied, “Only drinking for me tonight.”

She rolled her eyes, “Oh yeah I forgot you’re a Holy Joe now.” Her eyes slid over to you, her eyebrows raised in anticipation.

“Oh- um-“ You looked to Dae-ho for help, he looked back at you confused.

“What is it ?” You asked, stalling for time to think of an excuse to say no.

“Ecstasy.” Dae-ho answered, “It’s great babe, I promise, I’m actually a little jealous usually I have to buy Se-mi a few drinks in exchange for one.”

For the life of you your boyfriend couldn’t take a hint, you wanted to slap his arm but refrained from doing so in front of his friends.

Myung-gi came back with a few beers handing them out to the guys. “Thanks man.” Dae-ho told him, twisting the cap off and quaffing it down.

Your nerves were on edge and you didn’t feel like drinking tonight and puking tomorrow. You’ve also never tried ecstasy but you’ve only ever heard good things, you’ve never heard of someone having a bad trip on it.

‘Fuck it.’ You thought.

“Sure… I’ll try it.”

Se-mi bit her lip and Dae-ho looked at you with enchantment.

“There is a catch though…” Se-mi cooed, taking the pill and setting it on her tongue, she wrapped your arms around her waist and cupped the side of your face.

You looked at Dae-ho whose face looked like he was watching a movie in front of him, “Is this okay ?” You asked him and Se-mi giggled.

Dae-ho cleared his throat, “Yeah, no, for sure, that’s cool.”

Without hesitation Se-mi attached her lips to yours, the world around you suddenly fading away. She inserted her tongue into your mouth handing off the pill to you. You swallowed it swiftly, your hands moving up her body, running your fingers through her hair as you guys made out.

When Se-mi pulled away, you heard Min-su and Myung-gi whistling and cheering. You blushed, remembering you had a boyfriend and quickly went to his side hugging him.

Se-mi did a few bows for the boys as they bowed down to her like a goddess. You laughed and excused yourself along your boyfriend.

Once you guys were by yourself, you interlocked your fingers behind his neck. “I’m sorry- I just never kissed a woman before and- it was really nice but I love you, you know that-“

Dae-ho chuckled, “Y/n slow down. I’m not mad.”

“Your not ?”

“No.” He laughed and you shoved his chest.

“Why are you laughing ??” You crossed your arms, a bit annoyed.

“Y/n, I gave you the green light to kiss Se-mi. Plus I don’t care if you hook up with woman.”

Your face contorted in a mix of shock and confusion, “What do you mean you don’t care if I hook up with woman ? You’ve never told me this.”

“That’s because you’ve never expressed a desire to be with woman.”

“Oh. Well, I guess that’s true.”

His finger lifted your chin up to look at him, “Plus your having fun, that’s all I wanted while your here. And trust me once that pill kicks in babe you’re gonna have one hell of a night.”

————

And one hell of a night it was.

When you and Dae-ho returned to his group of friends, the boys sat at the bar drinking and talking about sports while Se-mi pulled you onto the dance floor.

You started off dancing in front of each other and you don’t know exactly when the drug kicked in but it was probably when you felt your nerves turn into a rush of adrenaline. The flashing lights above you becoming a bit blurry here and there.

“So.” Se-mi said, “Did I give you a gay awakening back there ?” She winked and you threw your head back laughing.

“I think so.” You shouted over the music, “But Dae-ho said he doesn’t mind if I hook up with woman.”

Her eyebrow shot up in shock, “Really ?” She smiled, “Lucky me.”

Min-su popped up beside you guys, “Hey Se-mi, DJ Thanos is allowing 10 more people in his booth ! Dae-ho and Myung-gi are already there.” He explained, grabbing her arm, “C’mon, let’s go !”

“Wait.” She told him, “Y/n you wanna join ?”

“No, I’m enjoying myself, you guys go ahead !” You smiled. With that Min-su took off with Se-mi right on his heel.

‘I Like The Way You Kiss Me’ by Artemas came on and you let your body flow with the music. Someone stood in front of you holding out their hand. It was a tall woman with short black hair, she wore a black button up shirt with matching pants and a buckle that had the Gucci logo on it.

You bit your lip, accepting her hand and she twirled you around and then pulled you into her, you’re back pressed up against her chest.

She began kissing along your neck and your hand snaked up into her hair playing with it as she sucked on your sweet spot just below you ear.

You craned your neck to give her better access, shamelessly moaning as her hands grabbed your hips and grinned against them.

“Y/n what the fuck ?” Dae-ho gripped your hand yanking you away, you stumbled almost falling due to your heels.

He dragged you pass the DJ booth, behind a black curtain until you reached a door that said VIP bathroom. He pulled you into the bathroom and let go of your hand to lock the door. It was a single bathroom, surprisingly really spacious and clean.

“What the fuck Dae-ho ?” You spat, looking at how red your wrist is, “That fucking hurt.”

“Your asking me what the fuck ?” His voice startled you, you’ve never heard him this loud and angry.

“What’s your problem ?” Your eyebrows stitched together, as you starred at him in confusion.

“What’s my-“ He looked up at the ceiling, running a hand down his face trying to calm himself down. “My problem is the fact that you were grinding on another guy !”

“What are you-“ you blinked your eyes a couple of times, “No… I was dancing with a woman ?”

He let out a humorousless laugh, “Nice try.” He walked closer to you and you backed up until your ass hit the countertop.

“I swear baby I thought it was a woman.” You defended.

“Really ?” He barked in your face and you looked away.

“Y-yes.”

He turned you around, forcing your stomach to hit the countertop as your ass was on full display for him.

He leaned into your ear, his groin rubbing against your behind, “You’re telling me you didn’t feel his cock rubbing against you like this ?” Your eyes rolled back from the friction of his clothed meaty dick against your ass.

“I wanna feel it.” You moaned, pushing back against him. Your head so clouded due to the ecstasy that you didn’t even know what you were saying, all you could think about was how much you needed your boyfriend right now.

“God such a fucking slut.” He spat, smacking your ass making you help in surprise. He lifted your dress up and ran a finger down your clothed clit.

You whimpered and he smacked your bare ass this time. “So fucking wet, but is it for me or him ??” He asked as he began stripping himself of his clothes.

“For you. Always for y-“

You were cut off as he yanked your underwear down and shoved himself inside of you. “That’s fucking right. You’re mine. All mine. Say it !”

“I-I’m yours.” Your breathing started to turn into pants as his thrusts became deeper and harsher.

“Again !” He yelled, “Who do you belong to ?”

“D-Dae-“ he smacked your ass again, “Dae-ho !” You cried, “I belong to Dae-ho !”

“That’s right.” He said, softly rubbing the red mark on your ass, “Good girl.”

You clenched around him at the compliment and he let out a groan. Grabbing you by the back of the throat he pulled your upper body up right and pulled out of you.

You whined at the loss of feeling him inside you. He then picked you up and sat you down on the countertop, his hands on both of your thighs as he pushed himself inside of you again making you both moan.

His hand gripped your throat as he applied a good amount of pressure, “Applogize.”

“Wha-“

“Now !”

“I’m- I’m sorry baby.” You wheezed out.

His grip on your throat loosened as his other hand pinched your nipple causing you to hiss.

His forehead touched yours as beads of sweat fell onto your face, “Fuck baby I’m close.”

You felt yourself relax, as you heard him call you baby. You cupped his face and pulled him in for a kiss. He reciprocated it as he knead your breasts.

You could tell he was really close now by the way his thrusts were getting sloppier. You pulled away from the kiss, “Cum in me.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to cum on the spot. “Baby, are y-you sure ?”

You nodded your head, “Please, Dae-ho.”

His hips stuttered and he let out a groan as he shot warm strips of cum into you. You dug your nails into his shoulder blades as you rode out your orgasm with him.

Afterwards he slumped into your chest and you rested the back of your head against the wall running your fingers through his hair.

[ratb0yyy]

SLEEPING HEADCANONS

SQUID GAME 2 x READER

Genre - Fluff

Reader is G/N!!

Characters: Hyun-Ju, Se-mi

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

Cho Hyun-Ju / Player 120

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

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

• She'll very rarley be the little spoon

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

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

• Hyun-Ju falls asleep pretty quickly

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

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

• Hyun-Ju also wakes up pretty early

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

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

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

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

Se-mi / Player 380

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

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

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

• You and Se-mi probably stay up late alot

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

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

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

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

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

Kang Dae-ho / Player 388

• Dae-ho LOVES cuddling with you

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

• He will hug you so hard when cuddling 😭

• Dae-ho usually falls alseep pretty quickly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Choi Su-bong / Thanos / Player 230

• Choi is sleeping on top of you 😭

• He is CLINGYY

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

• "How long is a little while?"

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

• That couple minutes turned into an hour.. 😶

Nam-gyu / player 124

• Nam-gyu goes to sleep pretty early

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

• He doesn't really like going to sleep alone

• He can stay up late but prefers not to

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

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

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

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

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

• Nam-gyu will also play with your hair

• He's probably waking up before you

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

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

[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.

————————

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

[demiec0re]

HOW SQUID GAME 2 MEN WOULD TREAT YOU!

pairings! : kang dae-ho (player 388) x fem! reader, park gyeong-seok (player 246) x fem! reader, lee myung-gi (player 333) x fem!reader, park min-su (player 125) x fem! reader and choi su-bong/ thanos (player 230) x fem! reader

warnings! : mentions of panic attacks, smut, dr*g usage, mentions of violence (fighting), a tinsy bit of angst. let me know if i forgot anything!!

will contain sfw and nsfw headcannons!!

1. KANG DAE-HO

sfw.

- this man would be the softest, cutest, most caring man when it comes to you!

- if you guys are in the games, you are his first priority and will always make sure your health is 100%. gives you his food if you’re still that finest but hungry after dinner and pretends he doesn’t want it so you don’t feel bad.

- insists you make friends with people so that you’re safe in here. drags you over to his new group who give you a warm welcome. they make sure you’re safe throughout every game which you’re extremely thankful for.

- after the riot, he comes back shaking and sweating. you can tell he’s having a panic attack due to the gunshots reminding him of his time in the marines. you’ve have experience with this so you instantly leave your conversation with hyun-ju and jun-hee.

- you comb your fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm him down which works. you also rub his back and clear the sweat from his forehead whilst telling him it’s okay and you have him.

- it works and he’s calm.

nsfw.

- soft dom. wants you to feel as calm and comfortable as possible.

-deffo likes missionary and when you ride him so he can look at your face and wipe sweat from your forehead. he praises you like crazyyyyy and you would never hear anything degrading fall from his lips. ever.

-gives you little pecks on your neck which get more light and feather-y when leading down to your chest.

- when your legs get tired he can tell and flips you over to help you finish the job. makes sure you’ve came and you feel good before he does. just like he prioritises your safety in the games, he prioritises your enjoyment in the bedroom.

-he’s big with aftercare. wether you want a bath ran with rose petals and wine plus his company or just a wipe down and a massage you’ll get what you want because he loves you sosososo much.

-will make sure you’ve drifted off before he has. cuddles you from behind like a big bear!

2. PARK GYEON-SEOK

sfw.

- also prioritises your safety in the games. he’s gentle with you and you stick with him the whole time.

- he tells you about nayeon and his unfortunate position which you completely understand and you want to help him when the pair of you get out.

- will peck you before bed which the other guys think is soooo cute. he gets a little shy when they mention it. if anything occurs during the night, he’ll rush by your side and protect you at all costs.

- when the riot occurs you had preferred him not to go in case anything happened, only thinking of nayeon. when he’s not back for a while and eveyonr else is, you panic, big time.

- with tears escaping your eyes and several of the girls comforting you, a figure runs towards you. it’s none other than him! you’re super relived and you calm down when he convinces you that he’s completely fine.

- when you guys get out, you meet nayeon who’s absolutely adores you and gets all smiley when you’re around. she looks up to you as a motherly figure. when she’s better due to the money you both earned from the gruelling games, her hair grows back which you braid and style with clips everyday.

nswf.

- he fucks you slowly so you can feel every last drop of intimacy and love his man is pouring into your experience with him. also likes positions where he can admire your face.

- is vocal but not too vocal so you’ll hear a grunt and or a deep moan every now and again.

- another soft dom. doesn’t use toys or anything like that and likes it pure and simple. he’s a bit old fashioned so if you want anything like that he wouldn’t be too sure about it.

- eats you out with so much care and stops every few minutes to kiss your clit. this sends shivers down your spine. you grip his hair which spurs him on a little.

- makes sure you clean and happy after sex and sometimes falls asleep before you if he’s had a long day due to work or taking care of his daughter. you don’t mind bescuse you get to admire his beautiful face whilst he gets some rest.

3. LEE MYUNG-GI

sfw.

- makes sure you stick with him the whole time because he doesn’t want to have encounters with the wrong people like thanos who’s had his eye on you a couple times.

- gets into fights all the time, some of which revolve around you and his relationship with you. after he comes back with new bruises, you kiss them and urge him to stop getting into silly cat fights to which he rolls his eyes but agrees

- he has a soft spot for you and doesn’t really care about anyone else. always has an eye on you and during the mingle game you never. ever. leave his side.

- protects you and himself in fights during the night. will fight off anyone who even looks at you during them.

- during the riot, assures you all is okay and you’ll be fine. he was right. and when you guys get out, he takes care of you so well after you force him to pay off his debts to others which he didn’t really want to do.

nsfw.

- is more rough with you but still a soft dom. will degrade you from time to time with names like slut but nothing too heavy.

- will draw multiple orgasms from within you which leaves you seeing stars. he makes sure your always okay though.

- always comes in you and likes when you pull his hair or scratch his back while you’re getting off. he is much more vocal than the other guys and you guys’ moans combine to make a beautiful symphony.

- will wipe you down after sex but doesn’t do too much aftercare for you. he will run his fingers through your hair or massages you. makes sure you pee straight after because he read somewhere that you can get a UTI if you don’t which worries him.

-makes sure you fall asleep before him because he’s a gentleman.

4. PARK MIN-SU

sfw.

- is extremely sweet to you and loves you so much. initially didn’t want you to join the games with him but didn’t stop you.

- unfortunately he cannot protect you very well so most of the time during the night you’re the one fending for both of you but it’s okay because you love him.

- doesn’t speak up when thanos or any of his other leeches makes comments about you purely because he’s too timid to do anything. you stick up for yourself which he’s proud of you for.

- you comfort eachother during the riot

- when you guys get out you live a pretty peaceful and calm life which he enjoys and he pays for you guys’ meals out and pays for stuff he thinks you’d like which you find very sweet.

i didn’t write anything nsfw for min-su because i just can’t think of him doing anything like that 😭 sorry.

5. CHOI SU-BONG (thanos)

sfw.

- will call you names like señorita which you weren’t too fond of at first but the more he said it the more it grew on you.

-offers you his silly pills which you sternly reject. he doesn’t say anything more of them to you. you hate the fast that he takes them but you don’t want to nag him about it.

- during mingle, he physically kicks people away in order to secure a room for you guys which you think is wrong but you don’t say anything. after he notices you crying he quickly hugs you and tells you you’ll be fine which doesn’t really work but you stop crying anyway.

- drags you everywhere with him and makes you sit with his group who you don’t like at all besides se-mi who you grow fond of. when she changes her mind to X you knew it wouldn’t end well for her. you were correct.

- during night fights, you’re 100% safe because no- one would dare to do anything to you because they know what a nut job thanos is.

nswf.

- will fuck you rough and hard.

- also makes you come several times and might even make you squirt! doesn’t care where you guys are, sex is sex and he’s willing to get off if you are

- doesn’t really matter to him wether you come or not because all long as he has, eveything is good. pops a pill during it to increase him stamina which is already high enough.

- several rounds with him and you get overstimulated by the third one. he wants to go for a forth but you have to make it extremely clear that your body can’t handle it anymore.

- he likes doggy because then he can get nice and deep within your velvety walls. quite vocal and groans loudly, many even louder than you. degrading, toys and tears are alll his stimulants and will drive him on further.

- doesn’t have a clue about aftercare and will simply let out a loud and deep sigh after tying up the rubber and flop straight onto his back. he’s out like a light and is already sleeping deeply.

- your used to it so you just mirror his loud sigh and turn over and fall asleep aswell.

- hope you guys enjoyed this! if you want a version for the squid game girls (both s1 +2) lmk!!

[romanscoming]

SQUID GAME REQUESTS ARE OPEN ..

\ PLEASE REMEMBER WHEN REQUESTING ADD A PLOT AND ANYTHING U WANT INCLUDED IN THE FIC !

who is write for ..

- KANG DAE-HO [ PLAYER 388 ]

- THANOS [ PLAYER 230 ]

- SEONG GI-HUN [ PLAYER 456 ]

- SALESMAN [ GONG YOO ]

- JO HYEON-JU [ PLAYER 120 ]

- SE MI [ PLAYER 380 ]

- PARK MIN-SU [ PLAYER 125 ]

- GYEONG SU [ PLAYER 256 ]

- HWANG JUN-HO [ THE OFFICER ]

- MILITARY MAN [ SEONG DO-HYUN ]

{ … }

CHARACTER PICS IN ORDER

// FRIENDLY REMINDER; MY PAGE IS BASE OFF OF BLACK!READER BUT CAN BE READ AS ANYONE RLLY BUT THIS IS JS A HEADS UP .

[ QUEST ARE OPEN TO ANYTHING OTHER THEN SQUID GAMES AT THE MOMENT, IM JS IN MY SQUID GAMES ERA BUTTT ILL TRY TO GET EVERY REQUEST DONE AS THEY ARE ASKED . ]

[fl3shm4id3n]

hiii.. kang dae ho / player 388 taking his hair tie to tie ur hair up when ur going down him thanks bye

ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴍ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴋᴀɴɢ ᴅᴀᴇ-ʜᴏ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: SMUT, public sex?, oral (giving), Dae Ho is a gentleman, hair pulling, a bit of mouth/throat fucking at the end, cum eating, forehead kissing, reader is described to have long hair (or just hair getting tied).

Masterlist

ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

Finally, you and Dae Ho were alone. Even if it was in the women's bathroom, you didn't mind. You were just glad to be alone with your boyfriend. As you ran your wet hands on your hair to try and fix it a bit, you couldn't help but notice how tense your boyfriend looks. He looked worried, almost sick. His back leaned against the door, almost to prevent anyone from coming in. His face was really pale and he was very quiet. "You okay?" You asked, going up to him. "Y-Yeah. I'm good, it's just." He paused, swallowing the lump on his throat. Covered his face with his hands and rubbed his face slightly. "We should've left when we had the chance. What if, we don't make it till the next game?" He asked, removing his hands from his face and looked at you, very worried.

"Hey, it's fine. Don't worry, we're still alive and well aren't we?" You asked, while taking his shaky hand and holding it. "It's just one more game, after we can leave, together. We'll pay our debts and go home. Start again. Everything will be okay." You tried to reassure him. But he still wasn't okay. You hated seeing him like this. He reminded you of a kicked puppy. More like a tiger pup. You then thought of something, the idea that popped into your head would help him and you knew it.

"Give me your hair tie." You said, Dae Ho looked at you with a raised brow. "I don't have an extra one, but you can borrow mine." He said, taking the hair tie off his hair, letting it down. He looked so cute and handsome with his hair down. Once the hair tie was in your hand, you began to tie your hair up in a high ponytail, as you did. You sank down to your knees. Dae Ho knew right away what that meant, he felt himself getting hard by you sinking down to your knees, in front of him. "N-Now?!" Dae Ho asked, shyly his face turning red as you about to pull his sweatpants down, you stopped and looked at him. Directly in the eyes. He went weak when you gave him that look. He was close to just busting just by looking at you, on your knees, with those eyes.

"I can stop if you want, it's just... I want to take care of you. Help you." You said, while you continued to stare at him in the eyes. "Is it... wrong that I want you too?" You asked, face red and breathing heavily. "No, because I want this too." You confessed to him, shamelessly. Dae Ho licked his dried lips and nodded at you. Giving you his consent. You then pulled his pants and boxer brief's down, enough for his cock to spring out. Hitting your chin slightly, you couldn't help but giggle a bit. You then carefully stroked his shaft, making Dae Ho flinch and let out a breathy groan. You watched how you got a hold of your pony tail, having a small grip onto it.

Without wasting time, you carefully took his tip into your mouth, slowly sinking down his shaft. Dae Ho arched his back and held onto your hair tighter, but not enough to hurt you. Your warm and wet mouth made him even harder and bigger in your mouth. Slowly, you moved your head up and down, taking him as much as you could of him. As if it were the first time. Every time the tip would hit the back of your head, you couldn't help but gag and close your eyes slightly tighter. But you didn't stop, that only motivated you to go slightly faster.

Dae Ho whined and threw his head back, still gripping onto your hair. His grip tightened, your scalp burned a bit, but you didn't mind. You enjoyed having your hair pulled this way. "W-Wait!" He moaned, you pulled away completely. Breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath. Drool was already down your chin and falling into your blue-green sweater. "What's wrong?" You asked, while looking at him, while his saliva covered cock was lying right next your cheek. "Nothing, just." He sighed, while looking at you. Seen you like this, turned him on even more. "I want you to breath." He confessed, while still breathing heavily.

You smiled at him, then began to stroke his cock again, making him moan. "I'm a pro a this, no need to worry." You said, confidently. You gave his shaft a long, lick. Making Dae Ho whimper by the feeling your warm and slimy tongue running up his length. You then processed to take him back into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, again. He sighed, then brought his free hand and held onto your scalp. He was so tempted to just fuck your mouth, but he didn't. He simply held onto your hair for dear life. Almost as if you were some kind of succubus sucking the life out of him. It felt so good and wrong at the same time.

"Fuck! I'm-" He tried to say, but he couldn't. You just kept going non stop, even if you had a hard time breathing, you didn't stop. Dae Ho couldn't take it anymore, he began to move his hips. Thrusting into your mouth without hesitation. Your eyes widen by his sudden action, but you didn't stop him. You allowed it. You gagged and moaned around his length. You were so dense that you didn't notice your eyes rolling at the back of your head and tears rolling down your face. Dae Ho kept his focus on you. He loved seen you like this. It almost felt wrong and shameful to say, but that's how he felt and you knew it.

Without a warning, you felt his release his hot seed into your mouth and down your throat. Instead of pulling away. He held your head in place, you gripped onto his pants tightly, your nails dog into the fabric. You both remained still, trying to catch your breath. It was quiet, only sound of heavy breathing. After some time, Dae Ho finally pulled away from you. Dae Ho held your face in his massive hands, as if making sure that you had all your insides. "You okay?" He asked, you nodded as you panted. "Yeah." You said, as you wiped your mouth with your sleeve, trying to get rid of the access saliva.

Dae Ho then helped you up from the floor, then pulled you into a warm hug. You couldn't help but hug him back. "Thank you." He whispered in your ear, then gave you a kiss on the forehead. You felt your face heat up and you couldn't help but giggle by his affectionate action. You felt all sorts when he kissed your forehead.

[saymio]

Dae-ho headcanons | (NSFW)

Pairing: Kang Dae-ho (player 388) x Fem!reader

Genre: headcanons, smut

Warning: uhh daehho is rlly needy, kinda sub dae ho, idk TBH he's too normal for warnings LOL,

A/N: not proof read. I tried my best:( I'm used to writing darker stories with elements of dub/noncon, manipulation, etc..so hopefully I did his good personality justice.

kang dae ho, the man couldn't keep his eyes away from you the second he caught a glance of you. his eyes following your every move inside the room that everyone had just woken up in.

kang dae ho, the man that blushes like he had just been caught doing the dirtiest thing on earth (staring at you). getting somehow redder when you giggle at his 'confidence' crumble like a failed sand castle.

kang dae ho, the man that cant believe his eyes when you stand up from yourself and your group against men that were clearly bigger than you. showing immense confidence even when you could easily be overpowered.

kang dae ho, the man that always finds his gazes linger a little longer than they should. watching you closely when you stretch, feeling himself get hard at the sight of your stomach peeking past the shirt and soft noise you make when you stretch.

kang dae ho, the man that invites you to his team after the second round. finding you all alone after your teammates left you to die to form their group and getting fatally shot during it.

kang dae ho, the man that offers his milk to you. telling you that its "no big deal" with a shrug. even if he goes a little more hungry than usual.

kang dae ho, the man that will look at you for approval of something he just did. giving himself an internal fist bump when you tell him he did great.

kang dae ho, the man that will slip his hands into his pants and get himself off while he watches your sleeping form. he just thinks you look too gorgeous while the lights of the x and o illuminate off your face and rest of your body.

kang dae ho, the man that feels so bad for imagining what your delicate body looks under your clothes .. but cant help it when you just look so hot

kang dae ho, the man that will sneak into your bed at the middle of the night and cuddle you... feeling himself get a hard on at the feeling of your soft skin under his arms

kang dae ho, the man that will slowly start rutting into you in the middle of the night. waking you up surprised but not upset.. his moans and whines filling your ears to the brim

kand dae ho, the man that will fondle your tits n make out with you like a feral dog. as if you were his first girlfriend since 8th grade.

kang dae ho, the man that will cover his whines and moans with his hands while your jerk him off under the thin covers. trying his best not to make too much noise and wake anyone up..but there was probably that heard him either way.

kang dae ho, the man that will lick his fingers after you came all over them like a starving animal. savoring every drop of it that he can pick up with his digits.

kang dae ho, the man that decided to join the shoot out with the other guards in hopes it could get you out of this mess. even if you begged him not to go.

kang dae ho, the man that felt nothing but relief and warmth when you hugged him and held him in your gentle arms when he had a panic attack and couldn't get himself to go back

kang dae ho, the man that want nothing more but to spend the rest of his life with you.

A/N: this was rlly rushed n lazily made, I'm sorry :( I was out all day so I didn't find time to finish/continue my long fic but I still wanted to make something T T I think I might just stick to writing for characters that would more likely do darker things, I felt this was too boring :// sorry...

TAGLIST: @pollys-doublelife @gongyoosgf

[murderofravens]

BABY, I'M RIGHT HERE

pairing: hwang inho/young-il/frontman x fem reader

part: 2/3 [finished]

warnings: large age gap (20 vs late 40s) angst. slow burn. slight infantilization. no use of y/n. codependency. obsession from both sides. unhealthy dynamics. plot with porn. fingering. oral fixation. brat tamer inho. sub!reader. reader is very touch starved. a little yandere vibes. emotional manipulation. i made him very fatherly but toxic oops.

summary: he promised that you will make it out alive. he will make sure of it, no matter what it takes.

word count: 8k more or less

SERIES MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

please ignore mistakes.

you can't remember half of it. everything happened so quickly— your little moment of bliss shattered by 388's quick warning. the lights went out. one moment you were in young-il's arms, the next he was dragging you down towards 456, who was hiding under another bed. he shifted to make room for you and you crawled to his side. young-il followed.

"stay quiet," 456 whispered, looking around. not much was visible in the dark, but soon enough, the loud noise of bottles shattering and people screaming began echoing through the hall.

"they're killing each other—" you whisper, eyes wide. you shift slightly, raising your head. you try to sit up. "they're killing our side of the people—"

young-il halted your movements with a hand on your arm, "don't move." he hissed. "we can't leave till the guards come in."

"what?" you snap, voice hushed, "if they kill all our people, what's gonna happen in the next vote? we'll lose!"

"there won't be a next vote," 456 added, flinching slightly at another sharp cry. he looked determined. "we're stopping this today."

you glanced at him, heartbroken. you looked out again, heartbeat picking up as you saw player 380 run away from nam-gyu. he was on her tail, visibly trying to kill her. a bottle lay there by the bed, and before young-il could stop you, you slid it out. nam-gyu tripped on it and fell on his face. luckily, it was too dark and he was too worked up to check who it was. you just hoped it gave player 380 enough time to hide.

young-il restrained you then, pushing you down slightly so you were fully sandwiched between him and 456, "don't compromise our position!"

"how much longer?" you whispered, ignoring him. you winced as more sounds of bones cracking and people choking on their own blood took over the entire room. neither of them answered, but even 456 jumped a little as the body of one of the girls on your side fell to the floor.

your eyes widened as the girl's eyes met yours, and then she sputtered out blood before laying there, lifeless.

"don't look." young-il voiced out, craning his neck down to meet your gaze. he clenched his jaw, settling you with a cold glare, "look at me."

"you should've told me this was the plan," you hissed through gritted teeth, squinting as the flashing of lights overwhelmed your senses, "would you be okay if that was m—mphh!"

he put a finger to your lips, shaking slightly as he gave you another warning glare. 456 watched with bated breath, as if counting all the people dying.

the lights go off again, and the room remains dark. only the noises of people fighting can be heard.

"time to move," 456 tells young-il, who nods and begins shifting out of the bed. you follow along, but he pushes you back in, "don't get out until i tell you."

"what?" you frown, confused. your words are quick, "you expect me to hide here while you go out there to do god knows what—

as you speak, young-il grits his teeth, frustrated. he's desperate as he grabs your shoulders. he glances back, makes sure no one sees before silencing you with a kiss. it leaves you breathless. he cups your face and looks into your eyes intensely, "don't get out until i tell you to." his voice is urgent, "close your eyes, put your hands to your ears. trust me, and listen to me for once."

you blink rapidly before nodding, still a little out of it. you don't think you'll ever get used to how good kissing him feels. you wish you could feel it again and again, under better circumstances.

456 hisses for young-il, and he pats your head before rushing away as soon as the doors open. the guards come in, rapidly firing their machine guns towards the ceiling, stopping the fight. you watch carefully, heart dropping to your stomach as young-il and 456 lay there, as if dead, along with 390 and 388. you almost rush out to check on them, but young-il's previous words hold you back. you watch as the guards start putting those devices to the dead bodies' ears, and when they reach your team members, 456 suddenly attacks. the rest of the team similarly manages to take their guns away, and kill the remaining guards. you almost jump out of your skin as a firing match starts— and young-il and player 120 skillfully kill most of them. you look on with bated breath, flinching as the guards fall to the floors. you begin to get out from under the bed, panting. one of the guards was still hiding, and he immediately aimed the gun at you. before you could move, young-il shoots him dead.

you look around the room, swallowing the lump in your throat at the sight of all the dead bodies. so many people with hopes and dreams. people with families, laying there, lifeless. cautiously, you looked around with purpose, before your eyes fell on player 380's body.

she couldn't hide.

you look away, sweat rolling down the side of your head. you clench your jaw and glare at the other team, eyes narrowing with resentment as you catch sight of nam-gyu. swallowing hard, you walk past the bodies, careful not to step on them. your eyes fell on your team members gathering the guards' weapons.

so this was the plan. you frown, rushing forward to help them. the guns are heavy, but you manage to place many of them along with some ammo on the bedsheet laying there.

456 announces the plan— something about capturing the ones who captured them all, and going to their headquarters to make them pay. you shift your gaze to young-il, who stares ahead blankly, as if thinking hard. you wonder if he's scared.

"anyone who knows how to use guns and wishes to join us—" 456 calls out, "please step forward!"

the players are silent, frozen. cowards, you think to yourself. you step forward immediately, and young-il's face hardens so dramatically, it almost makes you laugh. he takes a step towards you, "absolutely not!" he snaps, "stay right there."

"you need all the help you can get!" you argue back sharply. you point an accusatory finger at player 100 and his team. "don't you see? even these so called tough guys aren't willing to go with you! don't put your trust in these people, i can help more than they can! my aim's great!"

while you talk, young-il pinches the bridge of his nose, calls your name again gruffly. a warning.

"don't drag us into this!" player 100 interrupts angrily, his lip curling with disgust. "this is madness! you don't stand a chance against them!"

you quite literally snarl as you rush towards him, jabbing a finger to his chest. it makes him stumble backwards, "you had no issue with risking our lives and your own for money, but standing up to those who caught you is where you draw the line?" you glower at him, scoff at the rest of his team. to emphasize your point, you gather saliva in your mouth, spit it by his shoe. "fucking pussy !"

young-il quite literally snatches you away by the collar of your jacket before the other team can do anything. it's a little baffling how swiftly he moves, even while carrying such a big gun. he takes you to your side of the bunker, shoves you onto the bed, "don't make me tie you up." he grunts threateningly, "you are not going and that's final. you're built like a bird, you won't stand a chance against armed guards. i refuse to watch you get killed."

456 calls out for you, voice soft but urgent, "it's best if you stay here. we won't be able to focus if he's— if we're worried about you."

you grit your teeth as you scowl at young-il with glassy eyes. they're tears of anger. you want to scream at him. you want to pull him towards you and never let him go. you look at your team, watch with longing as player 120 guides them on how to use their guns. she's brave and badass, it makes you want to be like her.

"and you're okay with getting killed?" you drift your attention back to young-il, voice cracking. "what am i supposed to do if something happens to you?"

young-il sighs, gaze softening as he kneels before you . your lips wobble as you glare daggers at him, eyes narrowed. he shakes his head, "i'll come back to you alive."

you scoff bitterly. "how can you be so sure?"

"i just am."

"promise me." you hold your pinky up, clenching your jaw as you stare at him intensely, "promise me you won't die. promise me you'll come back for me."

he looks at your pinky, and then at you. you've always found him harder to read than other people. but you see reluctance in his eyes. he sighs, before raising his own pinky, joining it with yours. the contrast between your hands would've been comical if you were not in this shithole. he gives you a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

"i promise."

you can hear player 100 yelling at his team, clearly talking shit about you. you look over young-il's shoulder, and he glances at the old man too before turning to you knowingly.

"don't get in any trouble while i'm gone." he whispers softly. he reaches behind his back. "and just in case— i want you to have this."

it's a pistol. he probably took it from one of the dead guards. your eyes widen and you look at young-il. he teaches you how to unload it, and reload it, and how to work the safety, before placing it in your palm. your gaze never leaves his face. questioning.

"you've made enemies here," he explains, as if it's obvious, "if any of the men there try anything—"

"you want me to kill them?" you quirk an eyebrow.

his mouth curls into a smirk, "i want you to be safe."

he gets up, and as player 100 looks at you again, you jokingly aim the gun towards him. he jumps back in fear, stumbling into the younger men at his side. you chuckle, and young-il lowers your hand. "behave."

it makes your heart jump.

"why does that kid get a gun and we don't?!" one of the younger men yells. young-il ignores him.

you grin at him almost childishly. he shakes his head before addressing 149— the old lady who got here with her son.

"don't let her leave," he tells her, giving you a stern, sidelong glance. you roll your eyes.

before he can leave, you grab his hand and look at him intensely. you can only hope your eyes can convey what you can't verbally, not in front of people. for his sake.

"be careful." you decide to say, voice cracking. you memorize every feature of his face, with only one thought in your mind.

you're not allowed to leave me.

he nods, looking away before walking to his team. you yell at them too, telling them to be careful and watch as they carefully exit. you look on with longing as you watch them go, before glancing down at the gun in your hand, and then at the door again. soon enough, you can hear the faint sounds of guns firing. it makes you jump, but player 149 puts a hand on your shoulder, comfortingly guiding you to sit beside her.

you almost contemplate rushing out, what would these people even do? stop you? you have a gun in your hand, although you wouldn't want to pull it on 149. she's a good lady. people are already scared. you don't want to make it worse.

so you stay, and hope that young-il keeps his promise. pinky promises are sacred. you either keep them, or you die.

you decide that if he dies, you'll just bring him back to life somehow and kill him again.

you don't remember how long you wait. multiple times, you stand up and pace around the room. agitated, scared. every gunshot has you looking at the door again and again, hoping that somehow young-il will decide to burst through it. 149 tells you to be calm, tries to distract you with your life outside the games. it doesn't work.

thankfully, the pistol in your hand had scared the other team enough to not try anything with you. they talk within themselves, trying to busy themselves with conversations and anxiously bouncing their legs as they look at the ceiling. you wonder how they can be so calm after killing your team.

"you people are cowards." you say to no one in particular. the message hits the target though, because the ones who weren't willing to go and help shift uncomfortably.

"you'd rather die losing to a stupid game instead of a noble death trying to help people," you chide, chuckling bitterly. 149 tries to stop you from talking, but you shrug her words off with a shake of your head. you stand up and face the other team again. "it's shameful. you had no problem killing others who were in the same position as you, but your oppressors is where you decide to stop?" you gesture towards the dead bodies. the sight of blood doesn't make you squeamish anymore. it just makes you sad.

"these people died because you wanted to keep playing." you hiss, "you killed them."

the people on the other side don't respond, instead lowering their gaze to the floor. you look at nam-gyu sitting on the side, fiddling with something. you want to kill him. you want to kill everyone who stopped you from going home, who became the reason more innocent people died. your morals are a bit fucked, you think, but you're okay with it. people who do bad things deserve to die. you raise the gun, aim it at player 100. he flinches, and sits straight up, raising his hands. his team members shuffle away from him, and it makes you snicker. when he's on death's door, they abandon him. "have you gone crazy!?"

"game or no game, you were meant to die." you clench your jaw, your mouth twitching. "shall i kill you, old man?"

you don't get to pull the trigger. you're interrupted by player 388 rushing inside, panicked and covered in blood. your eyes widen, and you go straight to him, grabbing his shoulders. he looks shaken up, "what happened? where's 001? is he okay? did you find—"

"gather all the remaining ammo," he says shakily, fumbling over his words, "we ran out. i need to take some back."

you nod, and 149's son comes to help you check the dead guards' gear and gather the remaining ammunition. 388 wraps it up in a jacket, and rushes to the door, before suddenly stopping. you pause, looking at him, sweat breaking out across your skin. there's a bad feeling in your stomach. "what's wrong? aren't you going?"

he doesn't respond. you can't see his face because his back is turned to you. a moment passes and you step forward cautiously. he drops the walkie talkie, and your eyes fall to the floor where it lands— where you can hear the voice of player 120 asking where he is. they have no ammo.

"i can't do it." 388 whispers, shaking. he rushes back to his bed, drops the little makeshift bag full of ammo and cowers into himself. your eyes widen. you look at the walkie talkie, and back to him. if they don't get ammo soon, they're going to die. you rush to the bed, shoot 388 a frown— you consider comforting him, but you have another priority now. you grab the bundle and turn to leave.

149 runs after you along with a few others, pulling you by the sleeve of your jacket. she's trembling with worry. "your father told me not to let you leave—"

amidst the chaos, you let out a chuckle.

"he's not my father," you reply, yanking your jacket from her grip and composing yourself. the sentence would've had you cackling in a better situation. you can't wait to tell young-il about it. you can understand why she'd think so, even though you and young-il look literally nothing alike. the opposite, really. he's like a father in spirit.

your face hardens and you address the crowd. "they need help. is anyone gonna come with me?”

nobody moves. you scoff bitterly. predictable.

149 looks at you helplessly, pushes her son to grab you. when he advances towards you, you pull out the gun and hold it to his head, eyes crazed as you pull the safety. you warn him dangerously, "step back."

he raises his hands and steps back, lowering his gaze. holding the bundle to your chest, you walk backwards, aiming the gun to both sides of the room and ensuring no one grabs you. you look at 149, meet her crushed gaze and mouth an 'im sorry' to her before running out as fast as you can.

you're quite sure you got lost. you're running as fast as you can, trying to follow the sounds of the gunshots, and looking for any bullet holes or signs of struggle. you look up and see broken cameras, and recall 120 shooting them back in the hall. you follow them until one of the red guards encounters you, immediately raising his gun. he's slow, infuriatingly so— but it doesn't matter because in your panicked haze, you shoot him in the stomach, then rush forward and kick his gun away before running off.

you can see your team. you let out a breath of relief, and as soon as 120 meets your gaze, she gasps. you shake your head and quickly slide over to her, giving her the rest of the ammunition. she quickly reloads, and you toss the rest to the other players, before looking around frantically, flinching at the gunshots. "where's 001 and 456?" you ask her.

"control room!" she points towards the end of the hallway, and you nod before advancing. she tries to protest but you're quicker, and she's preoccupied with firing. luckily, the guards never seem to fire at you.

there are two sides. you hesitate, before finally taking the left one where you just heard two gunshots. you quickly rush forward, pistol held protectively. the whole area looks like some sort of purple maze, and you're wary as you walk, scared that a guard might jump out and shoot you.

finally, you see your young-il's back. he's crouching on the floor, looking at a dying player. the relief you feel is baffling. your eyes widen, and you call out his name. "young-il sir!"

he tenses, turning back so fast that you worry he'd get a whiplash. visibly stressed, he rushes towards you, shaking his head, "no— no, no, no, no, no, what are you doing here!”

you run towards him, almost tripping on the stairs. he grabs your shoulders, shakes you aggressively, "i told you not to fucking leave!"

you almost flinch at his tone. it's strange to see him swear. you answer him shakily, panting, "they— they ran out of ammo, i couldn't leave you!"

he looks upset and shaken up, clenching his jaw as he pinches the bridge of his nose, mumbling incoherently to himself. you turn towards the dying player, your expression pained. he tries to point at something, but you don't understand what. you kneel towards him, and his hand falls down. his croaking stops.

suddenly, you hear the footsteps of guards heading towards you. before you can move, you're surrounded. you hold onto your gun, shaking as you quickly stand up. you swallow hard, unblinking as they aim their guns at you.

that’s when you notice it.

they're aiming at only you, and not young-il. it makes you feel strange.

you look at him, and he's taking sharp breaths, as if trying to compose himself. or trying not to scream with rage. it's odd, how relaxed he looks. tense in the face, but relaxed in the way that he didn't take an offensive stance, or feel surprised at the sight of the guards. you frown in confusion, before he flicks his hand. the guards lower their guns.

you blink a few times, swallowing the lump in your throat, dread settling in your stomach. you look at the guards, then at young-il, who refuses to meet your gaze. you repeat the action.

guards. young-il. guards. young-il. then the players on the floor. then back at young-il's face. and it takes you a moment, but the realization sets in.

the guard letting you go to the restroom when young-il was by your side, him conveniently appearing to save you when you went exploring, him walking with that air of authority. how the guards never seemed to look at him too long. how easily he killed the man during mingle without a second thought. how one look from him had the guard lowering his gun during voting. how he was sure he wouldn't die. things that you never should've looked over.

you step back, your breathing getting ragged as you slowly raise your gun towards young-il. the guards point their guns at you again, ready to shoot. he stops them by raising his hand in warning. he clenches his jaw, his eyes unreadable and guarded.

"who are you." you demand tightly. your voice shakes pathetically, it makes you wince. you've never been this scared of anything in your life. not even the games.

"it doesn't have to be this way." he says quietly. his voice seems different, deeper. gravely. he holds his hand out to you in what he hopes is a comforting fashion. "put the gun down."

you step back, putting your finger on the trigger, just the way he taught you. ‘i want you to be safe,’ he'd said.

"i asked you a fucking question!" you yell, voice cracking. your gun feels slippery in your hands. it almost falls. you fumble trying to keep a tight grip on it. all this time, the prospect of death felt a little comforting with the idea that you'd have young-il by your side if it happened. but now, it just terrifies you. it looks bleak.

you sniffle, lips wobbling as fresh tears roll down your cheeks. you were always fucking unlucky. the first time you like a man this much, he turns out to be the bad guy. you feel utterly pathetic and terrified.

his eyes dart all over your panicked face before he gestures towards one of the guards, who raises his gun. there's a flash of guilt in his eyes that you can't miss. it makes your blood freeze. you refuse to die alone.

you straighten your aim towards young-il and pull the trigger. two gunshots ring out, and you don't get the time to react before something stings your chest, and you fall to the ground.

your vision goes black.

there are no dreams, no last memories. no flashes of your life. there's this heaviness in your chest, like someone is suffocating you.

you wake up with a startled gasp, sitting up immediately. your vision looks blurry, but with a few blinks you can make out a room. a lavish room with a closed window on the side. you frown in confusion, before putting your hand to your chest. there's no bleeding, no pain except the one in your muscles.

you swallow hard, your throat feeling dry. for a moment you wonder if it was all a dream, but when you try to move, you realize your right hand is chained to the side of the bed— with those strong black straps with locks that they used in the second game. you pull at it a few times, breathing getting heavy as you look down on yourself. your bloodied green jersey has been replaced by a comfortable pair of pink pyjamas that cover your arms and legs. you raise your hand to your head, and there's a small bandage on the right side of your face that you remember previously scratching in the bathroom.

you struggle a little, try to look for a way to unlock the straps, but it's like the room is purposely empty. absolutely no sharp or heavy objects to help you escape. like a prison cell.

you think of young-il. is he dead? you remember pulling the trigger. you knew the risk that came with aiming the gun at him when you were surrounded by guards— you just had this thought that if you were going to die, you would drag him with you. he won't get to live after what he'd done.

you don't get to brood about your thoughts for long, because the door opens and he steps inside— a man dressed in black, with a creepy mask. it makes you feel uneasy. you touch your chest again, look at him with a questioning gaze.

“it was just a tranquilizer.” he answers your silent question, voice distorted through the mask.

“is this really necessary?” you ask dryly, rattling the chain on your right hand.

“do you feel comfortable?” the man asks, gesturing towards your clothes.

you grit your teeth, “cut the bullshit. who are you?”

the man sighs, looking down, as if disappointed. he looks at you again before taking off the mask, and you feel like throwing up.

his hair looks different — slicked back with gel. his eyes look tired, even more so than back at the games. he looks more intimidating this way. you feel a strong urge to leap across the bed and ruffle his hair so he can look familiar again.

you have so much to say.

why did you do this? who the fuck are you? how are you still here, when i so clearly remember shooting you?

“you're alive,” you instead remark dryly. young-il gives you a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

“your aim needs more practice,” he says quietly, patting his right shoulder. “barely grazed me.”

the idea of having hurt him almost makes your chest ache, but you remind yourself of who he is.

you sniffle, lips wobbling as you look at him. your dear young-il. who comforted you, protected you, held you and kissed you so dearly. he really made a fucking fool out of you.

“and what's all that for?” you tilt your head towards his hand. trying to put on a mask, just like him. a brave face.

he places the mask on the table, walks over to sit on the side of the bed. you flinch, moving away from him slightly.

he notices, and it hurts more than getting shot. he doesn't dare reveal that on his face.

“is your name even young-il?” you ask quietly, voice strained.

he shakes his head. you snort bitterly.

“i'm guessing you're the big boss then.” you remark flatly, looking around the room. forcing yourself to appear nonchalant. he wants to tell you to drop the act, because he can still hear your voice faltering.

he nods, “something like that. i design the games.”

you bite down on your lower lip to stop it from wobbling. nobody knows the strength it takes trying not to cry. you lower your gaze to your lap.

your next question is pathetic. you would expect yourself to scream and threaten him to let you go, but there's only one thing on your mind.

“was i a game to you too?” you ask quietly. you don't want to know the answer. perhaps you would've preferred it if he killed you.

he sighs, averting his gaze. he utters your name softly, and you feel like a weak woman because you still like the way he says it.

your voice almost waivers when you ask, “are you going to hurt me?”

he looks at you, blinks a few times before answering honestly. “don't make me.”

you hold back the urge to sob. your left hand comes up to clap over your mouth, and he looks away as you cower in on yourself. how can he say that, after covering your eyes and pulling you into him to ensure you didn't get scared by people getting killed? you wish there was atleast a lamp on the side table, maybe you could've cracked his skull to free yourself from this fear. and to take revenge for playing with your heart.

“you ruined everything.” he admits, voice growing tight. solemn. he clenches his jaw, mouth twitching with barely disguised anger. “i went into the games because of gi-hun, to make sure he doesn't stop the game. and then ended up paying more attention to you than him.”

you release a shaky breath, pulling your knees to your chest. your mouth twists with emotion. gi-hun. player 456. your eyes widen, heart leaping out of your throat.

“is he okay?” you ask, voice cracking with concern, “is he alive?”

his head snaps up— gaze hardening almost dramatically. his eye twitches, and he gives you a tight smile. it doesn't suit him because it's not the one you're familiar with. “are you worried about him?”

you glare at him, eyes narrowing.

“he’ll be fine.” he adds nonchalantly. his voice sounds different— cold in a way that makes goosebumps rise on your skin. “would you rather be with him than me?”

you snort bitterly, looking away with a roll of your eyes. he can't be fucking serious. he has the audacity to be jealous after what he's done to you. he is so unbelievably ridiculous.

“put me back in the game.” you hiss through gritted teeth.

“i can't do that.” he shakes his head, “you will die in there. you won't survive the next games. i made sure they get increasingly difficult—”

“i'll win!” you argue, “i’ll beat them all and win, stop treating me like a fucking child—”

“you are a fucking child compared to me!” he bellows, making you flinch. your gaze never falters as you grit your teeth, looking at him with all the rage you can muster. he grabs your jaw, squishing your cheeks so hard that your lips pucker. he would've kissed you if he wasn't so fucking angry. his voice is harsh as he continues, shaking your head. “you! are quite literally a baby compared to me and the others in there. they're ruthless animals who won't hesitate to rip you apart to win. you're going to die in there and i wouldn't be there to save you!”

his words have your stomach churning, because he's right. but that doesn't matter to you.

“since when do you care?!” you snap challengingly. your words come out muffled.

he glares back at you, his nostrils flaring with anger, “i wish i didn't care.” he hisses, voice low. hoarse. he leans towards you. “oh how desperately i wish i didn't care about you.”

your heart begins to race as you stare at him, dumbfounded, unable to speak. he looks into your eyes, then glances down at your lips, before making eye contact again. he lets go of your face and straightens up, composing himself.

“you almost ruined my entire plan.” his voice is collected, almost guarded. “you consume my every waking thought ever since i felt your head against my chest. do you know how many times i had to warn my guards not to shoot you? especially with how many times you kept crossing the line?”

your breath hitches, and you open your mouth to argue. he doesn't give you a moment to speak.

“i'm not sending you back in the games where you can die.” he continues darkly. he brings his hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. the action is gentle— a stark contrast against what he previously did. the situation you're in, the kind of man he is. you blink at him, eyes teary. his gaze softens just slightly. “you made me promise not to abandon you. I don't plan to.”

“you're a sick man,” you whisper. you can't believe he's holding that against you— your promises from when he was deceiving you, “you designed those fucking games. you can stop them anytime you wanted. i got stuck here because of you, you killed all those innocent people. you're a sadistic, psychotic asshole—”

he shoots you a warning glare, pressing his hand against your mouth. “don’t test me, brat. ”

you sniffle, letting out a pained whimper. you push his hand off your mouth, “let me go.”

he looks unamused, “i can't do that.”

“were you not planning to leave me?” you try to reason with him, desperate. “when you left with the rest of the team? you wouldn't have come back after that—”

“i would've found a way to get you home.” he admits quietly. “i had a plan. but then you came running after me like the brat you are. you never listen.”

“then let me go now!” you protest heatedly. his words have your heart hurting. if that's true, then you're the one who sealed your fate. another impulsive decision ruined your life. “i told you about me. i told you about my mom! i miss her. she and my sister—" you almost choke on a sob as you croak the words out, the mere thought of them driving you to insanity, "they need me."

“i've settled your father's debt,” he mentions after a moment of silence, looking deeply into your eyes. he hopes it gives you some comfort, stops you from wanting to leave him. “you don't have to go back. they'll live a life of ease.”

your blood runs cold. that means he knows where they are.

“do you expect me to fucking thank you?” you can't hold back the tears rolling down your cheeks, shaking your head, “i wanna go home.” you sniffle, “you ruined our lives. you played with my feelings and my life. people are dead because of you. how can you say you'd have let me go home one moment, and then refuse it the next?”

"don't hurt them," you speak again, leaning forward almost pleadingly. perhaps you shouldn't piss him off. you're not the kind to beg for your life. but your family? now that's another thing. "please keep them out of this. dont hurt them, please."

"i won't," he says airily, his dark eyes deeply boring into yours, "not if you don't give me a reason to. just be good."

you sniffle, violently trembling. be good. you'll be good. for your family's sake.

his hands cup your face and you flinch. his thumbs brush the tears away. you avert your gaze. you can't meet his eyes— you resent him.

you resent yourself because his touch still makes you feel an odd sense of comfort.

"this is torture," you choke out, "why are you doing this to me?"

he says your name softly, guides your face up to look at him, “i’m selfish.” he admits. “the moments i spent with you.. was the happiest i've been in a… long, long time. i'm not ready to let go of that. ever. ”

he has lost everything. his wife, his baby. his brother. his humanity. only now he has control over his life, enough resources. he can change fate with a flick of his finger. he's not going to lose you, not after you've made him feel human again, for the first time in years. you've ripped open his ribcage and climbed inside, sealed it shut with your touch. he hasn't been needed by anyone like this— it gives him a sense of purpose. he doesn't trust himself to not lose his mind if you're ever out of his sight. he'll make sure you're by his side, where he can hold you and comfort you. whatever it takes.

you shake your head, lips wobbling. you try to pull away, your free hand coming up to hold onto his, to pry it off your face. he doesn't let up, instead climbing towards you and invading your personal space as he presses your foreheads together.

“i don't know about you kids, but in my time, pinky promises were a big deal,” he says lowly, the side of his mouth quirking up. he's trying to joke, he wants to see you smile again. the way you did when you looked at him— with stars in your eyes. like he's your hero. nothing else has ever made him feel more alive. “i’m afraid i can't let you go.”

you let out a shudder, squeezing your eyes shut as he pushes you till your back collides with the bed. you shake your head, voice tired. “just kill me.”

his face drops, and he looks at you coldly, “you think i'd have you here like this if i planned to kill you?”

you don't respond to that, your chest heaving. everything hurts. your head is pounding, and you feel faint.

his thumb brushes across your cheekbone. he looks at you tenderly, analyzing every feature of your face.

“you know, i really expected you to struggle harder against me.” he observes. the words make you feel embarrassed. your skin heats up with shame, and you clear your throat, looking anywhere but him.

he might be right, you think. you've struggled a little, yes, but he can tell you have the ability to be so much more insufferable. but you're not, not yet. it's fucked up. because even after everything, for some reason you can't seem to brush him off you. you can't seem to let go of the comfort and hope he provided you in one of the most terrifying moments of your life.

you convince yourself it's because your family's life is on the line. not because of your personal feelings.

you don't answer him. you don't have to either, because judging by the small smirk creeping on his face, he knows.

“i'll take care of you,” his face softens. he's trying to convince you. there's a desperate edge to his voice. you look so utterly beautiful to him— your complexion glowing even more because of the pink pyjamas he got for you. in that moment he makes a mental note of what color clothes he'd shower you in the most. “those people down there that you're so desperate to save? they would've thrown you under the bus to win. they don't care about you. i'll make sure you're safe. the life you were living before was worthless. let me look after you.”

“i hate you,” you whisper, voice cracking. another tear rolls down your cheek, and he wipes it away. you don't mean it. he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“i know.”

you don't get to speak again, because he tilts your head up and crashes his mouth onto yours in a bruising, punishing kiss. it makes you wince, and you choke on a soft sob. against your better judgement, you kiss him back.

the moment your mouth parts under his, he takes the chance to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding in. he moans into your mouth, holding your face as he climbs over you completely. you contemplate biting his tongue off, but you don't. as if reading your mind, his hand comes down to gently squeeze your throat— just enough to make you feel a little lightheaded. you gasp softly, eyes blinking dazedly at him. he pulls his mouth away, then places a soft peck upon your lips. then another. and another. you take greedy breaths as you squirm under him. his hand leaves your throat and slips under your top and you jolt at the feeling of his warm hands against your tummy. his mouth trails down, leaving soft kisses across the smooth skin of your neck.

“you’re sick.” you gasp shakily, throwing your head back, giving him more room to place his wet kisses upon you.

“you're the one letting a man like me touch you,” he whispers hoarsely against your neck, voice slightly teasing. “maybe you're just as sick as i am.”

his words make you shiver. you consider them, and you force yourself to think of all the people back there in the hall, ready to march to their deaths tomorrow. your eyes open and you snap out of your trance.

you use your free hand to push slightly at his chest, gaze pleading, “don't kill them,” you whisper. “let them go. atleast our team. they're good people—”

“are you really doing this?” the switch in his voice has you quivering slightly. his hand comes up, grabs your hair. it stings just slightly. a warning. "do you think they would've been this desperate to save you?"

you let out a noise of protest, looking at him helplessly. trying to touch a string of empathy within him. he has none, not anymore.

“they knew what they were getting themselves into. there's no favoritism. you either win, or die.”

your ears ring, heart pounding against your chest. “then what am i?”

he smirks, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip.

“you're my little girl.” he noses the side of your neck. goosebumps rise on your skin, “don't bring that up again.”

you grit your teeth, feeling even more remorseful. is there no way to change his mind? even being responsive to his affection doesn't help.

but you're not being docile to change his mind.

you realize you're pliant because you like being under him.

your logical side forces you to speak. your guilty conscience doesn't allow you to get too comfortable under a killer. "this feels wrong."

he stops, clenches his jaw with restrained anger. he squeezes his eyes shut, mentally counts from 1-10 to avoid doing anything he might regret later.

"let me make you an offer," he pulls back, cocking his head to the side. his eyes are unreadable, voice flat, "i'll let them go on one condition."

your eyes widen with hope, and you nod enthusiastically, eager for him to speak.

"with every player i leave alive—" a small smirk appears on his face, despite his best efforts to hide it. "i'll kill someone you love."

the way terror seized you was suffocating. your throat immediately felt dry, eyes widening with shock. you stared at him, motionless, images of your family, your friends, flashing through your head. his hand gently splayed across your stomach, pressing down a little.

"a life for a life." he announced again, giving you a tight lipped smile, "how does that sound?"

"no." you warned, clasping his wrist desperately with your free hand, breathing rapidly. "no— no. please don't. i'll— i'll stay with you. i'll do anything you say, just—" you held back a sob, "please don't hurt them."

in life threatening situations— people only look out for two types of people. themselves, and the ones dearest to them.

he smiled fully then, amused. predictable, he thinks, before leaning back down, "then conversation's over."

"you made the right choice," he whispered. you didn't bother struggling, squeezing your eyes shut. his hand pulls down your top just enough. his mouth quite literally waters as he bites down on your exposed skin, leaving cherry red bruises across your collarbones.

you have no choice, you tell yourself. it's okay to get comfortable now. you couldn't have done anything.

you mewl, and he slips two of his fingers in your mouth, watching intently with a hungry gaze as you suck on them enthusiastically— just like back in the hall. your eyes flutter, and you mumble incoherently as his fingers gently thrust in and out of your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. it’s messy and sloppy, and the sight of your saliva slipping down your chin makes him moan softly, “my pretty baby.”

you whimper as his hand slides down to your bottoms. you wait with bated breath as you look at him with hazy eyes. his hand slips down into your panties, and a desperate moan escapes your bruised lips.

“i just want to ruin you,” he chuckles breathlessly, teasing your entrance. he hovers over you, looks at you like a starving man as he pinches your clit. you yelp slightly. he taunts you, gaze full of faux innocence as he raises his eyebrows. “does it hurt, huh, sweetheart? do you want daddy to make you feel good?”

“oh fuck—” the moment that word comes out of his mouth, in his soft, breathy voice— you moan. you're pathetic. it's whiney and high pitched and so utterly desperate, it makes him proud to get a reaction like that out of you. and suddenly he understands a little more why you got so attached to him. he pecks your lips again, and smirks against your mouth. he teases your entrance with a single finger.

you whine, “please.”

“what did you say, hm?” he pretends not to hear you, pushing two fingers in. you've never been brave enough to use two even while masturbating— and his are long and thick. the stretch makes you wince. “come on, baby, tell your old man what you said.”

you try to capture his lips with yours again in hopes that he would stop teasing you. he chuckles breathlessly, then lets out a soft moan at the way your walls clench around him.

“i’m a sadistic, psychotic asshole, right?” he throws your words back at you, and you wince. you squeeze your eyes shut, bite down on your lips to hold back a needy whine. his fingers pull back and then thrust again, curling slightly. his thumb goes to your clit, rubbing it. you take a sharp breath, squirming on the bed as you moan again. he doesn't let up, “is that not what you called me? and now you want me to make you feel good?”

his voice grows serious again, face hardening. his motions stop. “apologize.”

your eyes snap open, and you look at him, surprised. “huh?”

“apologize,” he repeats, “for everything you said earlier. and i'll consider making you cum.”

that gets you to clench your jaw. you glare at him with narrowed eyes, chest heaving with frustration. but you won't do it. if anyone should be apologizing— it's him. he was the one who deceived you and ruined your life. and he hasn't apologized even once. he must think you're stupid. hell would freeze over before you apologize.

you almost reconsider your decision— but then again, his threat only stands if he leaves the players alive. he didn't say anything about language. you shake your head, your previous stubbornness taking over. “not a chance in hell.”

he snorts, looking at you, unamused. his facial expressions don't change, but you can see it in his eyes. little things like a twitch give him away. your heart drops as he pulls his hand out completely, his fingers glistening and wet. he brings them to his mouth, sucks the juices off so casually that it leaves you dumbfounded and flustered.

“i have no patience for brats.” he nods, standing up. you stutter over your words, mouth opening and closing like a fish. much like it did when you first met.

“b-but—”

“i have some work to do.” he announces coldly. you wonder if he's going to do something bad. he's having the time of his life, sexually and emotionally tormenting you. “i'll be back in a bit. i asked the guards to bring you some chocolate milk. feel free to tell them your favourite food for dinner.”

the sudden change in events has you so unbelievably baffled that you can't say a thing as he begins to leave. it's brutal, and it almost makes you want to cry.

“sir?” you call out softly, almost timidly. unsure of how to address him. you're not going to take a risk.

he stops midway, before sighing to himself. he turns to you, looks at the desperation in your eyes.

“inho is fine.” he remarks flatly, swallowing hard. he doesn't know why he decided to reveal his name to you.

perhaps because it would give him another excuse to not let go of you.

you keep looking at him, a devastated expression on your face. like you're dying inside. and maybe you are.

your only source of comfort is gone. you'd gotten too used to it in the past few days. now you wish you'd never met him.

the emotion on his face is unreadable as he walks back to you. he places a soft kiss to your forehead and turns to leave. you grab his hand. the prospect of being alone leaves you terrified. maybe if you can convince him to stay, be good for him, he wouldn't hurt your loved ones. you'll behave.

you start to miss how things used to be.

if things were different, he would have come back to you. he would smile as he walked through the door, and you would finally feel your heart pumping blood as you run to him. he'd drop his gun and hold you, and you'd cry into his chest. he'd ask you if you caused any trouble, and you would take him to your bed and tell him everything. you would tell him that 149 called him your father, and he would laugh— his old man laugh which sounds so sweet and makes his eyes crinkle. he would ruffle your hair and say something along the lines of, ‘with how many times i've saved your ass, i might as well be.’

from a younger age, all you've ever desired is comfort, something you never received. someone to hold you when you cry, to take care of you. protect you. you're sick of being the tough one. the mere idea of it was so far away for you, that the first show of affection and reassurance had you getting this terribly attached. perhaps, inho's biggest crime was taking that away from you.

“inho.” you whisper, visibly crushed. you don't even feel horny anymore. you just miss his comfort, his soft words of reassurance. his laugh. your eyes grow teary. “please don't leave me.”

he looks at you, contemplating. he sighs defeatedly, before grasping your hand properly. it's so warm, and you choke on a soft sob as the reality of your situation sinks in again. you're done for. there's no escape. you're alone, and there's no one to save you. your young-il will not come swooping in to protect you, because he was never there in the first place. you don't even realize when you break down into heartbreaking sobs, breathing ragged.

he isn't used to showing much physical affection. not after what he went through, not until you. and now with you like this, something softens within him. he sits back down on the bed, wordlessly leaning into you, his arms open. you feel utterly pathetic at how quickly you crawl into his lap, burying your face in his chest. you feel like you're betraying your team, but do you have a choice? perhaps you did. you could've chosen to be tough and refuse his affection. but the stakes are different now. your family's life is on the line.

you never stood a chance, not after you met him.

and you don't want to think of a single instance where you don't get to experience being held by him.

your morals are more fucked than you thought. even after all the threats, after him practically forcing you to stay, you can't help but desire his affection. you'll be selfish for once. what could you have done anyway? you would've died in there, and your family would be alone. if what he said is true, atleast now they can live a life of ease without any debts.

as for your team, 456 will look out for them. he's alive, afterall.

you force your mind to be silent.

“i miss you,” you wail painfully, your free hand clutching the fabric of his shirt.

he holds you like a child, a hand pressing your head close, the other wrapping around your waist. he shushes you gently, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. he doesn't regret anything he did. you'd made him promise to come back for you, afterall. he always keeps his word. “i'm right here.”

you lean into his neck, and breathe in the smell of him. you squeeze your eyes shut till your sobs die down into the occasional hiccup. the stretch of your right hand and the rattling of the chains is another reminder of where you are.

perhaps if you stay hidden against his chest, you can try to convince yourself it's still your young-il holding you like this.

A/N: so! that's the end of dusk till dawn. this story truly was my joker. i tend to add a lot of psychological elements and character interactions so the fic feels more immersive and realistic, like you're really part of the game. i hope you liked it. can y'all tell who my favourite characters are? lol. also, i'm very horrible with smut so i really tried but i just can't write too much 💔 I'm mostly an angst girl as you can tell. anyways, this was a little self indulgent. thank you so much for the support you guys showed me, it truly means everything! i might write blurbs related to this specific couple from time to time, but no promises! maybe if i get good ideas or requests. anyways i rambled a lot. thank you for reading. feedback is always motivating.

tags: @bonelessghoul @cowuies @auspicious-lilana @politicstanner @verouys @gloriousjellyfisharcade @carolinevoight @shadowmoonlight0604 @ancrygurl @sunoon @jessgentleman @colorwastaken @loversroq @clown-around-and-find-out @popcorm @xcinnamonmalfoyx @robertthehoover @iloveoldermen0204 @kpopsmutty69 @iamkali