#squid game drabble

[pacofprunes]

I CAN’T SEE!

things get steamy between you and namgyu, and so do his glasses.

short drabble, smut, 18+

you and namgyu had been sitting on the couch watching a movie while cuddled up together. namgyus vision wasn’t perfect, so he carried around a pair of glasses for reading and looking at screens for awhile. he slid his pair on halfway through the movie, and when you looked up at him to give him a kiss and got a good look of him in those glasses, god, you think you just fell in love again.

“don’t drool on yourself.”

you frown and slap his shoulder and he laughs. you turn your face away from him and you feel his cold hand grab your cheek, pulling your face back to him, watching you look back up at him with those gorgeous eyes before grabbing your face with his other hand and pressing you into a kiss. a deep one. you quickly grab the back of his head, reciprocating before it intensifies to a make out sesh. his tongue slides in your mouth and he pulls you onto his lap, continuing the make out, not letting up anytime soon. after awhile, he finally pulls away and looks up at you with a cheeky grin before pushing his glasses to the bridge of his nose.

“you look hot as fuck with your glasses on.”

“huh. i guess i should wear em’ more if you’re gonna treat me like this.”

you scoff.

“don’t act like i treat you bad.”

“i mean, i haven’t gotten to look up at your pretty face like this for awhile.”

he strokes a hand across your check and down to your neck before pulling you back into him, his face now in the crook of your neck, his breaths tickling you and causing your hairs to stick up. he slowly starts sucking on your neck for long enough that you knew your neck would practically be painted purple by the morning. while he’s doing this you start palming him through his pants, teasing him by sliding a hand into his pants. he grunts against your neck before placing a rough bite against it, making you to jump against him and causing some extra stimulation to his dick, making him throw his head back against the couch. now it was your turn to place your face against his neck and place slow kisses and hickeys. he runs his hand through your hair before removing his glasses and running a hand against his face and wiping the sweat off, before putting them back on and laughing, causing you to look up and be met with the sight of namgyu and the absolute foggiest glasses you’ve ever seen on his face.

“i can’t see.”

“i can tell.”

you put your head down to stop yourself from breaking out into a fit of laughter and he takes his glasses off and grabs a bit of his shirt, rubbing them against the fabric to remove the steam before putting them back on and feeling you and all of your curves up, pulling you all the way down by your hips onto his dick, starting to grind against you.

“geez namgyu, never seen you so needy.”

you tease. he just scoffs before shutting you up with another deep kiss that slowly turns into another. make out sesh while you grind against each other. the movie in the back now getting absolutely tuned out. he takes one of his hands away from your face and puts it in your pants, palming your pussy before pushing one of his long fingers in you. you moan against his mouth and he just pushes his tongue against yours before pushing a second finger in you. he pulls away for a second, pressing his forehead against yours, his fingers still moving in you before he mumbles something against your lips still breathing heavily.

“you can take three, can’t you?”

you nod against him, the sweat on the two of you practically causing you to stick together before he kisses you deeply again, sliding a third finger in you, feeling your walls clamp against his fingers, threatening to swallow them whole. he smiles against you the moment he feels you cum on his fingers, slowly pulling them out and letting your pussy hold onto him, begging him to stay. he places his hand on the inside of your thigh, squeezing it a little before removing his glasses yet again, scoffing and you just laugh.

“geez, i’m gonna need to take these off if i wanna see your pretty face while i fuck you, huh?”

[webgndr]

⟢ your boyfriend likes your piercing a little too much

IN WHICH nam-gyu is a freaky little fucker, discovering something about himself after you get your lip pierced. ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 wc 1.3k ?

ꉂ suggestive but no smut ／　mention of blood and skin penetration

note ⋮ this is the first fic I’ve uploaded in like, 9 years so please be gentle on me LOL it’s short

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“Can I come?”

Nam-gyu didn’t hesitate when you mentioned your piercing appointment. He always found a way to tag along, inserting himself into whatever you were doing. It wasn’t suffocating—not exactly—but it was persistent. Like he needed to prove he was still important to you, even in the smallest moments.

Your relationship wasn’t clean or simple. It wasn’t built on clear promises or defined expectations. It was more like an old, favorite hoodie, stretched out in some places, maybe a little worn, but comfortable enough that neither of you could throw it away. He liked the way you let him stay close, and you liked the way he looked at you, like you were something worth figuring out.

The piercing shop smelled sterile, like disinfectant and metal. Nam-gyu followed you inside, glancing around at the trays of jewelry, the neatly arranged tools. His hands were shoved in his pockets, but you could see the way his fingers twitched, like he was itching to touch something he shouldn’t.

The piercer, a woman with bleached hair and sharp nails, gestured for you to sit. Nam-gyu settled into a chair nearby, slouching in that way that made it look like he belonged anywhere he went. But his eyes never left you.

“Nervous?” the piercer asked, snapping on a pair of gloves.

You shrugged. Nam-gyu leaned forward, watching as she clamped your bottom lip, holding the skin taut. You stayed still, but he caught the way your fingers curled against your thigh.

Then the needle slid through.

It wasn’t unbearable, but it was sharp, a hot, pressurized sting that made your teeth clench. Nam-gyu inhaled quietly. He didn’t flinch, didn’t look away. He watched as the jewelry was slid into place, a small bead of blood welling against the metal.

“Done,” the piercer said, leaning back. “Not bad, right?”

You started to reach for it, but Nam-gyu caught your wrist before you could.

“Don’t,” he said, voice low. “You’re g’na mess it up.”

The piercer handed you a mirror, but Nam-gyu wasn’t watching your reflection. He was still watching your lip, his gaze fixed, unreadable. He only looked away when she started listing the aftercare instructions, nodding along like he was the one who needed to remember them.

When you got home, he followed you into the bathroom.

“Lemme see,” he murmured.

You tilted your chin slightly. His fingers ghosted over the fresh jewelry, not quite touching but close enough to feel the warmth of your skin. He traced the edge lightly, almost absentminded.

“Hurts?”

You nodded.

He hummed, thoughtful, studying the swell of the tissue of your lip. Playing with the ball a little bit, smiling when you tightened up.

—

For the next week, Nam-gyu couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Not just you—but the piercing. The way your face scrunched up in pain when the needle slid through. The sharp intake of breath. The tiny bead of blood. He swore he could still see it when he closed his eyes. Could still feel the phantom sensation of the metal forcing its way through flesh, like his fingers were the ones holding the needle. Like he was the one making that expression bloom across your face.

It got to him in a way he didn’t understand. He thought it would go away after a day or two, but it didn’t. It was like something had wormed its way into his brain and settled there, pulsing.

He was distracted at work. He’d always been good at his job—slipping through the club like he belonged, schmoozing, smiling, convincing strangers they needed another drink, another night of excess. It was second nature to him. But this week, his head was somewhere else. He found himself zoning out mid-conversation, words blurring together, nodding along to things he wasn’t actually hearing. More than once, he had to snap back, forcing himself to grin when someone clapped him on the shoulder or shoved a bill into his pocket for getting them into VIP.

More than once, he got snapped at by his manager.

“The hell’s up with you this week?”

Nam-gyu just blinked at him, offering that lazy, easygoing smirk that got him out of trouble more often than not. “Nothing. Just tired.”

His manager didn’t believe him but let it slide. Nam-gyu had a way of making people let things slide.

On his breaks, he sat at the bar, scrolling through piercing videos on his phone. Tutorials, close-ups of needles puncturing skin. The clean, sterile pop as they went through. The slow slide of jewelry settling into place. He stared at them, taking in every detail, every movement. His stomach twisted every time. Not with disgust. With something else.

He imagined doing it himself. Feeling the slight resistance before the needle broke through. Feeling the way the skin vibrated against the metal, the warmth of fresh blood beading around the wound. Would it feel different if it was him holding the needle? If it was your skin under his fingers?

And then, when he got home, there was you.

Sitting next to him, curled up against his side while the TV droned on in the background. You hadn’t noticed yet, not really, how often his fingers drifted to your lip. How his thumb would brush the edge of the metal, absently, like he was just playing with it. But it wasn’t absentminded—not really. He was feeling for it. Pressing just enough to make you wince, just for a second. Just to see it again.

He caught himself staring at you when you weren’t looking. Tracing the curve of your lips, the tiny gleam of the jewelry catching the light. He’d never been obsessed with anything before, not like this. It was starting to feel a little dangerous.

—

A week later, he showed up with a piercing kit.

You stared at the box in his hands, then at his face. He was grinning, something sly and knowing behind it.

“Wanna get something else done?”

“You’re joking.”

“Nope. I watched a ton of videos. I know what I’m doing.”

“That’s not reassuring.”

“It should be.”

You sighed, sitting beside him as he opened the kit. Everything inside was clean, unused. He had spent real money on this. You knew he wasn’t exactly swimming in cash, so the fact that he had saved up just for this made something shift uneasily in your chest.

“Let me at least pick what I want,” you muttered, scrolling through pictures. He leaned in over your shoulder.

“What about a tongue piercing?” he asked, a little too eagerly.

You snorted. “Nope. Don’t trust you that much.”

He pouted dramatically, nudging you. “Why not? You think I’d stab your tongue off?”

“Yes.”

“Fine, what then?”

You scrolled a little longer before pausing. “An anti-eyebrow.”

Nam-gyu’s expression flickered with something unreadable before he nodded. “Let’s do it.”

—

The process was slow, a little clumsy. He cleaned the area carefully, using a marker to dot the exact placement. His fingers were steady but firm, pressing the clamp against your cheekbone with more pressure than necessary.

Then came the needle.

The first push was sharp, like an instant jolt of heat spreading under your skin. The pressure built, turning into something deeper, more invasive. Your muscles tensed instinctively, your breath catching in your throat as the needle forced its way through.

Nam-gyu exhaled slowly, watching. His pupils were slightly blown, his lips parted. He wasn’t just focused—he was fascinated.

The pop of the needle breaking through the other side sent a shudder through your bones. A delayed, throbbing ache bloomed beneath your eye, spreading like a pulse under your skin. Your vision blurred for a second, the sensation too raw, too sharp.

“Hurts?” he murmured, voice thick.

“What do you think?” you gritted out.

He smiled, just a little.

His hands didn’t tremble as he slid the jewelry into place, but his fingers lingered a second too long. His thumb brushed the skin near the fresh wound, right where the heat of pain still radiated.

“Pretty,” he muttered, like he wasn’t even talking to you.

You exhaled through clenched teeth, relaxing your shoulders. “You’re so weird.”

He grinned, already reaching for the antiseptic. “Yeah,” he said, far too pleased with himself. “But you let me do it anyway.”

Then his fingers drifted back, grazing the metal once more, but this time with more intent. He pressed just lightly enough to make the sting flare again, watching your expression shift. Your brows furrowed, lips twitching as the pain flickered hot and fresh beneath the surface.

“Stop playing with it,” you muttered, voice tight.

Nam-gyu only hummed, fingertips ghosting over the new jewelry again, almost experimentally. Then he did it again, pressing a little firmer, watching the way your face scrunched up. His breath came out slow, almost shaky, his lips parted slightly.

You were about to swat his hand away when something caught your eye. A shift in the way he sat. The way his free hand twitched in his lap. Your gaze flicked down, and there it was.

A tent in his pants, barely concealed by how he had shifted against the floor.

You stared at it, then back at him. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, unbothered, almost lazy. But there was something expectant in his gaze, something knowing.

“Seriously?” you deadpanned.

Nam-gyu just grinned, unapologetic. “What?” he said, tilting his head slightly. “I did a good job.”

[sara-sushii]

“again? damn… i really have the worst luck… you sure this isn’t rigged, sir?” you croak out, your voice laced with disappointment.

you’ve been standing in this muggy, rundown train station for the past hour, playing ddakji with this oddly handsome man dressed in an all black and white suit. prior, you’d been waiting on your train, after a long day of exhausting work—you just wanted to finally rest, until this random approached you.

he smiles at your disdain, looking down at the mis-matched red and blue papers. he puts his hand out, expectantly waiting for your payment.

sighing, you reach back down to your wallet for what felt like the 100th time, only to be met with nothing left. you’re shocked—you closely inspect the wallet as if money was going to magically appear any time now. how was it that you’d already gambled your entire wallet?!

“sir, it seems like i’ve met the end of my payments… I apologize.” you speak, breaking the deafening silence. you hesitantly look back up at the man, as you notice his face light up with amusement.

his face begins contorting into a wide, dashing smile. he seems to be pleased at your answer, which confuses you. you haven’t been hit with the biggest shocker yet, because you can’t believe what comes out of his mouth next.

“well then, i suppose you may pay with your body…”

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depending on how well/bad this does, i’ll consider finishing the drabble…!! until we meet again, reader 😚😚😚

[crimeandpunishments]

amusement park worker! no-eul getting jealous when she sees milf! reader with gyeongseok, fawning in awe at a picture he drew of her daughter. that damn smile that filled every corner of your mouth that made no-eul’s heart melt. the way you crinkled your eyes and hid your smile into your hands had her wanting you all to yourself.

she needed you for herself.

which is why you found your daughter’s stuffed toy missing and with how persistent your daughter was when it came to missing belongings, the pair of you looked everywhere.

relief had crossed your face when the toy bear was presented by you by a familiar bunny mascot. you were quick to mutter a quick thank you and a curt nod, dragging your daughter along in your quick departure.

every since then, no-eul had been hooked.

[voxslays]

CLOSE TO YOU — THE SALESMAN

PART FOUR — NOT SPECIAL PAIRINGS: The Salesman (Gong Yoo) x Reader. WARNINGS: Mentions of kidnapping (sort of), Reader is mentioned to be a foreigner (not stated from where), not proofread, possibly OOC... A/N: Damn im writing these quickly. I’m trying to pace it well, but I think I’m failing in that department lol…but, I also plan to have no more than thirty(ish) parts/chapters.

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“Just great.”

Now you were stuck by yourself, in this mangy pink motel room with someone who played Ddakji and sent innocent people to their deaths for a living. Lovely. “So what’s your name?” You ask, ‘gently’ prodding. The recruiter chuckles. “Why don’t we play a game, and if you win, you can find out.” He smirks. You give him a small, fake smile. “And if I lose?”

“You are in debt to me.” He smiles. You laugh out loud. You couldn’t help yourself. Just who did this guy think he is? “You’re funny.” You say through a fit of giggles, the silence around you deafening. The enigmatic salesman studying you in an unnerving way. “Why don’t we play a different game?” You ask, gently cupping his face. The salesman lets out a small hum, telling you to continue.

“How about you tell me where the island is, and I don’t kill you.” You smirk. “Nice try miss.” Your smile instantly drops. “But I don’t give anything out for free.” You scream in frustration. “Why won’t you just cooperate!?” The ravenette lifts up the sleeve on his unshackled hand, revealing a watch. “It hasn’t even been five minutes since your friends left, and you’re already this worked up?”

“Listen here, asshole.” You utter lowly, lunging forward to grab his perfectly ironed, white collar. “Your ‘organization’ has probably already replaced you—so why are you still so loyal to them?” The salesman glares (the first time you’ve seen him do anything but smile), as you continue on, letting him go. “You’re pathetic.” You spit.

“And your friends? They left you here because you’re too weak to help them.” He pauses, his eyes sizing you up. “You may not be the same trash that Gi-hun once was—but you’re not much better.” He chides, his voice filled with a cunning malice.

“You’re weak.”

…

Was fighting with this moron even worth it? He knew how to exploit your feelings, didn’t he? He was doing it right now. Maybe it would be best to just leave him be and come back in the morning. Maybe then, you could start fresh, your emotions out of the way. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” You breathe out, stepping away from the bathtub. You turn towards the stained glass door, before he called out to you one last time.

“Before you go, miss, I’ll have you admit one thing.” You didn’t bother to turn, your hand still placed firmly on the cool metal handle. “You’re just like everyone else. You’re not special.” You quickly open the glass door, stepping outside—before slamming it harshly, the pressure enough to slightly crack the glass. Good thing Gi-hun owned the motel. He wouldn’t be mad at you. Would he?

You pushed your intrusive thoughts to the back of your mind as you step out of the room, walking down the long hall to room ‘220’. You pull out the bronze key. It had a heart engraved into the center of the handle. You pushed it into the lock and easily pulled open the door. Walking in, you lazily tossed yourself onto the bed, not even bothering to change out of your day clothes.

As you tuck yourself into bed that night, you can’t help but remember the salesman’s words. YOU’RE NOT SPECIAL, YOU’RE NOT SPECIAL, YOU’RE NOT SPECIAL. Was that really true? You had always strived to be a good person, helping out your community. You had gotten good grades in school, attending university like your parents wanted…yet…maybe what he said was true.

Maybe you weren’t special.

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[kushnovice]

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Warnings: Kinda suggestive, making out, kinda angsty In-ho, alcohol, threats?, hate kissing, idk if you watched squid games then you're fine

A/n: I wrote this quickly and didn't edit it much but I enjoy it. No gender is specified. I hope my mutuals enjoy :)

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In-ho, the man who hadn't let anyone close after his wife death, the man who put up walls that towered the great wall of china, swore to himself that he would never let anything close to his heart again. He swore to himself. He told himself constantly, every night when he was alone, that everything he touched left mass destruction. In the late of night, letting bourbon slide down his throat with a sting, he can't help but think about how he ruined his life. How the games ruined his life. He could never have trust, love, or kindness. He had power and respect, but to what extent. He was never going to find happiness, it was ensured with the games. He's was constantly surrounded by death and destruction, his family believing he was dead. How could he let anyone into his life when he has to do whatever needed to protect the games, even shooting his own brother, all for these damn games. He can't risk anyone getting close to him. No. He can't love anyone ever again, can't let anyone break down his walls, can't let himself show any emotion. If he does, someone will end up with a bullet in the head...

Until he meets you. Il-nam's kid who rose through the ranks not just because of your family name, but your skill. There you stood with the black square mask disregarded, next to the black mask of the frontman's, on the couch. "I'm tempted to pull you out." his voice is firm and fills the room. "Replace you." He says sitting on the black leather couch, his legs crossed to the side as he brings his cup of dark liquid up to his lips and lets it glide down his throat. His lips fighting to turn into a grin at the sound of your repressed scoff. "Why is that exactly?" You question him with a quirked eyebrow, confusion written on your face and disbelief in your eyes. "As skillful as you are, it doesn't make up for your cockiness with the rest of the staff. Square or not, don't parade your status around." In-ho's words are true and cold as he speaks to you, eyes latching onto yours with an unwavering gaze. His stoic expression causing you to sigh deeply, "I'm tired of pretending that I'm one of them. I want to watch the games with you, sir." You speak with more brashness than intended as you eye him up and down. He rises to his feet while planting his hands on his thighs to help him up. He straightens up before taking a few long strides to be standing inches in front of you, his eyes locked onto yours with intenseness. His hand shoots out as you feel a pressure against your jaw, cold gloved fingers digging into your jaw with firmness as he holds your face, eyes boring yours. "You're lucky you're cute otherwise you would be six feet under right now." He snarls out as he pulls you closer to him while holding your jaw, your bodies pressing flesh up against each other before he breaks the tension and dives down for a hungry and eager kiss. You can't help but to smile into the kiss, returning the motion with passion and hunger, only pausing to breathe. In-Ho's eyes stay locked on you as his chest heaves, eyes roaming your body before pushing you backwards until your back hits the wall. With heavy breaths, plump lips, and trapped in between In-Ho's arms, you playfully giggle out, "You think I'm cute."

[tojis-girl]

player 141! satoru who sees you with a small group, your in a little corner with only a few friends - well they are barely friends, just people you stook by to have someone.

player 141! satoru who thinks your utterly gorgeous but by the way you looked at the his group, he could tell you did not like them.

player 141! satoru who chooses 'o', to stay for another game, hust to see your pretty face again. he doesn't care about the money that much, he just wants to see you!!

player 141! satoru who randomly gets paired with you when your team pushes you out when your playing 'mingle'.

eyes are watering as you realize your probably going yo die right now. but luckily some guy grabs you and pulls you into a room with another guy.

player 141! satoru who takes an exhale before talking, "sorry for grabbin' you."

tears flow as you sniffle slightly, telling him its okay and thank you for saving your life!

player 141! satoru who tells you to stick with him because your group were a bunch of arseholes. practically begging you whilst his friend stood against the wall, looking at the begging man.

he keeps you safe whilst hell breaks out, everyone's fighting and some people are even killed! but he takes you with his group into a corner and he wraps his arms around you as your worried eyes scatter around in the dark.

flinching at the slightest noise, he could tell you were scared.

"Wont let anythin' happen to you, don't even worry bout it,"

[melminli]

thanos is just such an easy person to argue with

next.

there was only one thing you wanted from a young age and that was to be the child of fucking rich parents in your next life. Those were the real people who won the lottery and they didn't even have to fucking play it, can you imagine that? Hardly, you were more concerned with staying alive and not drown in debt.

But I suppose I'm not alone in that. You watched the crowd a bit before looking down at your own green tracksuit, which had the number 360 printed on it. What the...

"Huh? What the hell are you doing here?" Asked a voice which you really didn't want to hear right now. You looked unwillingly at the purple head. "I thought you were good with money, but then maybe you wouldn't be here, right señorita?" he asked you sarcastically.

Yes, you were good with money, but too bad that you just didn't fucking have any. "Look who is talking." you replied to Thanos in a playfully innocent voice. He really was the last person you wanted to talk to right now. The shock after seeing his face while his debt was exposed to the crowd had worn off by now, but still. You really hoped you wouldn't have to interact with him. "I mean, who would be stupid enough to put all their money into a stupid cryptocurrency after watching a shitty YouTube video, right?" you laughed as he smiled irritably. You pretended to only now realize who fit that description and poked him on the chest. "Oh, that's you. I'm really not that surprised, to be honest."

His irritated stance only deepened and a few others watching the scene wondered how a hot-headed person like him hadn't ticked off yet. "You're really pissing me off right now, I would have thought you'd be happy to see me,"

You looked a little uncomfortable. "Not the slightest actually since you're pure scum. Please stay away from me, bye!" you said goodbye to the guy and made your way to another corner to create as much distance as possible.

"Damn, what's wrong with her?" Asked number 124, who had been staying by Thanos' side and observing the interaction. "How do you even know each other?" He asked him curiously, but Thanos' eyes were still fixed on your figure. "None of your business." he simply replied, before his grin deepened as he loosened up again.

She wants me. They all do.

[suiana]

since squid game is coming back what do u guys think about yandere! squid game players x mastermind! reader

reader is just some guy that's trying to lay low. but because of how their life is suddenly full of admirers who sometimes get a little bit too freaky... reader decides to get a little silly and casually start a death game for the grand prize of...

that's right, you guessed it.

being yours!

all the participants are obsessed with you. so obsessed that they'd be willing to put their lives on the line for a slim chance of winning the big prize. you. all 456 of them.

how did you get so many people that's obsessed with you? well that's easy! you're just that loveable hahaha!

no it's actually because people are weird and don't have anything else to do. that childhood friend of yours? yeah, he's in the game asap. no questions asked. that sexy older lady who's a frequent customer at your favourite restaurant? she's signed herself up. hell, even your single dad dilf neighbour is here, what the fawk.

anyway, no biggie. at least you'll get to eliminate 455 of them through the game and be left with jsut one annoyance to take care of!

..

...

you couldn't be further from the truth. don't you know? you have to hire guards too.

and yes, of course they have to be in love with you. what kind of question is that? at this point it would be out of the norm to NOT be obsessed with you. silly reader. how are you going to be the mastermind like this? this is why you need a front man to help guide you too!

and of course he loves you too :3

so now you need to deal with a room of people that are (unfortunately) obsessed with you. erm... at least you get to be surrounded by hot people who'd worship the ground you walk on..?

WRONG.

not everyone is the same. some of them are yes, obsessive and devoted. but you also have the weird sadistic people who lowkey wanna live in your skin. you, um, also have the people who would love nothing more than to break you down and rebuild you in their images. aaannnd you also have the absolutely manipulative pieces of shit who'll make you feel like YOU'RE the one who needs help. haha! what a crowd of people, am i right?

oh well! since you're the mastermind you get to be the one to choose who you wanna be with. and if you don't wanna any of them... well, you get to make that choice, don't you?

[emmyc0z]

thanos! x reader x namgyu! headcannons

pairing : thanos! x reader x namgyu!

cw : blood, drugs

a/n : just something short to appease myself. what started off as a crush on thanos is quickly evolving more towards namgyu and i can’t stop it.

They find themselves interested in you because you so easily agree to stay in the games with them. You need the money and they’re offering you protection and extra food in return for your vote. What’s there to lose?

The two of them never let you out of your sight. You’ve gotta be by at least one of their sides at all times, or else they can’t sit still. They can’t focus because what if you’re hurt, or being harassed, or what if you were attacked and they weren’t there to stop it.

Even if they’re both high as a kite, they’re so focused on your safety that you have to gently remind them that they have to look out for themselves as well.

It’s the type of situation where a sleazy comment is thrown your way and their emotions are so heightened from the drugs that the words don’t even register to you before punches are being thrown at the culprit.

This ends up with them, most likely, bruised and bloodied (001 kicked their asses like cmon) but you shower them with your praise and thank you’s so they don’t really mind.

They’d even let you clean them up. Wiping the blood, whether it’s theirs or someone else’s is a mystery, away from their skin with your pretty fingers. Wincing as your fingers brush over a particularly sensitive bruise, but it pleases you to dote so they don’t complain.

Namgyu would probably feign annoyance as you brush his hair out of his face to get a closer look at the swelling of his reddened cheekbone. But his fingers would play with the fabric of your sweatpants at the side of your legs, tugging if you moved more than an inch away.

Thanos definitely is the type to push your hands away feeling like a kid whose mom is trying to wipe his face in front of his friends, cursing under his breath as you verbalize your concern. But he makes no real effort to move your body away from its standing position between his legs. Eventually he’d stop swatting, only staring up at you with a stubborn look and wide pupils.

If a fight broke out, whether it was in the bathroom or in the sleeping area, they’d crowd you. They’re never not by your side so you don’t have to be worried about being caught off guard. And while they want to fight, they’ve silently agreed to put this urge aside in order to keep you safe.

Namgyu would be so touchy with you. I mean we seen the way he acts in the show, right?

His hands are on you 24/7. Rubbing your shoulders, fingers threading through your hair, palms tapping on your arms. And hand interlinked with yours whenever the opportunity arises.

And while Thanos may not be clingy in a physical way he still finds a way to be defined as such.

He’s never further than a foot from you. Sitting directly beside you with his knee bumping against yours as he dances to a song no one else can hear, standing behind you close enough that you feel the movement of his hands as he speaks, his shoulder touching yours and fingers brushing against your hand hanging by your hip.

At night the two of them would sleep on the empty beds on either side of you. I mean, it would start that way at least. But it’s cold and they get lonely so the night ends with the three of you pressed closely together on a single bed.

Purple hair tickles your face as a cold, skinny-fingered hand slithers its way up your shirt. And another hand, Namgyu’s free one since he already has one playing with your hair, settles on your pelvis under the waistband of your green sweatpants. They swear they do it just because their hands are cold, and no other reason..

And while you’re happy they aren’t cold anymore, you now have to deal with the sweltering heat of their bodies pressed to yours and their humid breath dampening the skin on your neck. But it’s worth it to seem them calm and quiet as they sleep peacefully.

[pacofprunes]

Most likely to slap reader during an argument.

Thanos

Nam gyu

Hwang inho

Myung gyi

_💐

warnings — domestic abuse, crying mentions, drugs mentioned, withdraws mentioned, short one for inho

1. thanos

when he’s off the drugs i actually think myung-gi would be more likely to and would be number one, however, thanos pupils are huge the entire series, so i’m just basing it off of that.

i think pestering him in arguments is the quickest way for this to happen. if it’s a short argument, he’s just going to yell at you. however, if it’s a longer argument and he thinks you’re pestering him and treating him like a child and you’re close to him and keep following him around, he’s quick to just swing his hand out without a second thought and after the fact he still will stand there angry and upset. it’s not until when he steps away and has a few minutes to himself that he realizes his mistake or until he sees a red mark littering your cheek that he realizes what he’s done. and even then he doesn’t immediately apologize to you. if he’s high he’ll give you a half assed apology.

“baby, i’m sorry, i’ll make it up to you.” while caressing the side of your cheek. now on the rare occasion that he’s not high, he’ll stare at you in absolute shock after he realizes before immediately pulling you into a hug. in that hug it’s like he’s not breathing. it’s like after yong-sik and his mom meet after a round of the mingle game, yong-sik staring into space almost, eyes wide open, tears slowly spilling over his eyes as his mom hugs him before he breaks down apologizing over and over.

that’s what thanos does. just a little less extreme where a few tears might slip and he slowly squeezes you tighter, afraid you’ll slip out of his grasp. mumbling sorrys that you can barely comprehend because he’s holding in a cry so his words start cracking apart, threatening to let out a giant sob once you squeeze him tighter and he starts to feel his chest getting wet with your tears and hearing your own sobs. he wanted to promise you and himself that he would never do this to you again, but thanos always made promises that he couldn’t keep.

2. myung-gi

i think if you pester him a lot (aka try talking things out like a couple should) he would also be more likely to hit you like thanos, but i think he just gets more agitated in general. he’s already a pretty toxic guy to have as a boyfriend, he’s not going to draw the line at hitting. he doesn’t want to push it to that point, it’s not intentional, it just sort of happens…

it starts with him starting to manhandle you, pulling you by your wrist like you’re a doll if you piss him off in public. when you’re plain out arguing you notice he starts to practically rip out his own hair now, his fingernails digging into his palms. the moment he strikes you he doesn’t look at you, he either just walks away, still fuming, cursing under his breath, or he just continues to argue with you, not truly caring for what he did.

honestly, he has zero plans on actually apologizing to you. he’ll either just go on with his day, talk to you like nothing happened the night before or he’ll give you a small gift without officially saying that it’s his way of apologizing. he has a pretty big amount of pride and he will not apologize unless you threaten to leave for a couple days or leave him forever.

“you’re being dramatic! sorry? okay? is that what you want to hear?”

or

“don’t be so irrational. i’m sorry. can you just move on now? i have.”

he can be a good boyfriend but if you go down this route with him, he’s not going back to how you guys used to be, and you can expect to have a red sting on your cheek for quite awhile. he’s not proud of what he did and he doesn’t enjoy hurting you, and deep down he is sorry, but he’s not going to tell you that unless you force him to. he doesn’t wanna lose you, but his pride is way too high. if you don’t want him anymore all because of a ‘dumb mistake’ he’ll restart with someone new who’s not as ‘sensitive’ and ‘dramatic’ as you.

3. nam-gyu

it was pretty hard to choose between nam-gyu and inho/youngil but i think due to drugs and stress, he’s a lot more likely to do so than him.

i don’t believe he would ever hit you if he wasn’t high. however, if he’s using or he’s going through withdraws and you get into an argument with him, there’s zero hesitation before his hand goes up to your face. the argument doesn’t have to be a long one for this to happen either, you both could get two words out and then it’ll just happen. but despite being high and not in his right mind, he would immediately grab your face with both of his hands, eyes wide, rubbing his hand over the red forming on your cheek before pulling you into a hug and pushing your face into his neck, holding the back of your head and rubbing his hands over your hair. the whole time his eyes are wide open, tears flowing like a waterfall out of his eyes while he tries to shush your own, his words shaky and his lips quivering. struggling to get any words out.

“baby, oh��oh m’-my god. i’m so sorry, sh, please don’t cry, m’ so sor—sor..ry’..”

he could hold you there with your head in the crook of his neck and on his shoulder forever. every time he feels the spot dampen he just grips you tighter and tighter, more and more apologies coming out of his mouth. the next day he’d immediately make you breakfast (despite not being the best at cooking) and he’d immediately shower you with love and kisses. it wasn’t just for you, but it was for his own state of mind as well. he genuinely thought he was going to die after what he’d just done to you. it only gave him more motivation to stop using. he didn’t want to hurt you ever again. he wouldn’t hurt you ever again.

4. inho / youngil

i can’t actually see him hitting you but if and when he does he will apologize immediately after. pulling you into a side hug and rubbing your back. he assures you he’s very sorry and then he kind of just moves on and tries laughing it off. arguing with him in general feels like he’s trying to treat you like a child. he always just brushes arguments off and laughs it off, sometimes even saying that maybe you need to rest or lay down, you’ve probably just had a long day and that’s why you’re so upset. it only makes you angrier with him, causing you to just raise your voice even more, stepping closer and closer to him and that’s when it just happens.

“i’m sorry baby, you just pushed me a little. it’s okay though.” and then he moves on like nothing happened. honestly the way he says it makes it seem like he’s insinuating that it’s your fault and you two never mention it again. it always lingers with you though, but the second after it happened it was as if he just forgot. in fact to him, it never even happened.

[fear-is-truth]

Hello! Can u make nam-gyu baby trapping💜💜

◟contents. — unprotected p in v ⋆ manipulation ⋆ baby trapping ⋆ drabble + character study ⋆ MDNI 18+ ◟note. — this is just diabolical… i love it

it’s not an accident that he came inside you. not really. but nam-gyu plays it off like one.

he fucks you so good and deep, slow at first, then rough, hands gripping your hips. pushing you flat against the mattress, pressing into you until there’s nowhere left to go (not that there’s anywhere else you want to be)

“f-fuck, you feel so good,”

he groans, pushing in deep, grinding his hips against yours. his voice is wrecked, and it only makes you cling to him harder, letting out a choked moan when he buries his face in your neck. his thrusts turn sloppy, erratic, and something in the back of your mind prickles with warning, but before you can say anything, his grip locks around your waist.

“fuck, baby, i—” it’s barely a warning before he shoves himself in to the hilt, grinding deep, staying there. warmth floods your core, and your mind snaps out of the haze of pleasure.

“w-wait, you—” you gasp, trying to push at his shoulders, to wiggle away, but he just presses in closer, a satisfied hum vibrating in his chest.

“should’ve told me sooner,” lips dragging languidly along the curve of your jaw, voice dipping into a syrupy tone. “look at that,” he purrs, tilting his head in mock wonder. “so messy, baby.” two fingers dip between your legs, pressing against the mess he’s made inside you, pushing it deeper.

you shudder. nam-gyu chuckles.

he doesn’t give you a chance to argue. instead, he rolls you onto your back, dragging his fingers through the slick heat between your thighs, bringing them to his lips. his tongue flicks out, tasting, and he hums, grinning down at you.

“i’ll be more careful next time.”

────౨ৎ────

your hands are shaking.

two lines. clear as day.

you feel sick.

the bathroom door creaks open behind you, and you don’t need to turn to know who it is.

“what’s wrong?” nam-gyu’s voice is groggy, thick with sleep. you swallow hard, still staring at the test on the counter. your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, throat too tight to speak.

he steps closer, and when he follows your gaze, everything in him goes still.

silence.

then— “oh.”

your stomach twists as you finally look up at him. his eyes flicker between you and the test, his expression unreadable. then, slowly, he exhales a breathy laugh, rubbing a hand over his jaw.

“well,” he says, a lopsided grin gracing his lips. “guess we’re really doing this, huh?” his hands land on your waist. “hey,” he murmurs, tilting his head.

“you okay?”

you blink up at him, searching for something—regret, guilt, anything—but there’s nothing there. just that easy, casual smile, his thumbs stroking slow circles against your hips.

“we?” your voice comes out hoarse.

“yeah, we.”

he leans in, brushing his lips against your forehead.

“you think i’d just leave you to deal with this alone?” he murmurs, his voice gentle. like the thought itself is ridiculous. he pulls back to meet your eyes again.

“everything’s gonna be fine.”

it’s not that nam-gyu doesn’t care about your feelings. it’s that he cares about keeping you more.

love has never felt secure to him. it’s always been something fragile, conditional—something that can be revoked at any time, without warning. and you… you are the closest thing to permanence he’s ever had. the idea of waking up one day and realising you don’t love him anymore, that you’ve had enough of him, that you’re leaving—he can’t stomach it.

having a child out of wedlock carries social stigma, so if you were to get pregnant, the pressure to stay together and marry would be immense. and that’s what makes the idea so appealing to him.

so he lies. tells you he’s wearing protection when he isn’t. convinces himself it’s not really deception, just a guarantee. or maybe he “forgets” to pull out, murmuring a hoarse apology against your sweat-damp skin, pressing soft kisses along your jaw as if that’ll make up for it. “you just feel too good,” he mumbles thickly, as if that’s reason enough.

if he didn’t care about your feelings, he wouldn’t bother with the reassurances, but caring too much—caring selfishly—means he convinces himself this is what’s best. that this will make you stay. that if you’re tied to him in a way that’s permanent, unbreakable, then maybe he’ll never have to know what it’s like to lose you.

and if you panic, if you start to put the pieces together, he stays calm—too calm, in fact, as if he doesn’t see what the big deal is. wasn’t this bound to happen eventually?

“why are you freaking out? it’s not like i’m some asshole who’s gonna run off.”

“you act like i don’t want this, too.”

it’s not desperation, not exactly. it’s self-preservation, the only way he knows how to make sure you stay. because a baby means permanence. it means responsibility, pressure, expectations—all things that would make leaving harder. and sure, maybe that’s fucked-up and selfish.

but love makes people do crazy things. and nam-gyu? he’s crazy about you.

[dollettiee]

⊹ 𝓗𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 〟

          ꒰       𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦       .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 your husband, romantic yandere! hwang jun—ho comes late to find you sleeping on the couch after tirelessly doing your housewife chores

          ꒰       𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟(𝑠)      .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 husband! hwang jun—ho x housewife! chubby reader, unnamed/oc baby

          ꒰       𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡(𝑠)       .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 mdni. yandere, romantic yandere, soft yandere, chubby reader, petnames (yeobo, baby) could be seen as non—squid game au, fluff, bit angst, brief mentions of insecurities.

          ꒰       𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠       .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 almost teared up while writing this :<< requested by two people and one of them is @cupid-4-hajoon and anon !!!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 felt like it was stuck on a loop, a familiar rhythm you‘d grown used to. wake up, feed your son, tackle the laundry, put him down for a nap, and then wait for your husband, hwang jun─ho, to return home from work. it was the same, day in and day out.

tonight was no different. your two─years─old son lay sprawled in his crib, his small body snuggled into the blankets. his soft snores filled the room, his tiny fingers clutching his favorite plushie. you patted his round little belly gently, humming a soothing tune, and smiled as his eyelids fluttered shut.

he looked so much like jun─ho, it was almost eerie. the sharp cut of his eyes, the curve of his lips, even the shape of his nose. the resemblance was undeniable, like someone had taken your husband and shrunk him down into a chubby, toddler-sized version.

the dim glow of your bedside lamp cast a warm light over the room, illuminating your son‘s cherubic cheeks and soft, pouty lips. the starry designs you and jun─ho had painstakingly painted on the walls glimmered faintly, a quiet reminder of the nights you spent together building this nursery. jun—ho hadn‘t let you lift a single finger, his hands always on your back or belly, his worry about your health almost suffocating.

you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your son‘s plump cheek. he let out a sleepy sigh, his little fingers twitching in response. “goodnight, yeobo,” you whispered, the familiar term of endearment rolling off your tongue like a melody.

as you straightened up, your phone lit up in your hand. the lockscreen was a photo of you, jun—ho, and your son from your trip to london. he had insisted on taking it, his arm wrapped firmly around your plushy waist, pulling you close as if the gap between you wasn‘t already nonexistent.

the clock read 10:45 p.m.

you sighed ── your gaze flicking to the empty space where your husband should‘ve been. he‘s late again. he always came home eventually, no matter how late, but the waiting still gnawed at you.

you made your way downstairs, the weight of your day clinging to you like a heavy blanket. the curry chicken you‘d made earlier sat on the stove, waiting to be reheated. as you busied yourself tidying the living room, you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror above the fireplace.

your full cheeks, softened jawline, and rounded shoulders greeted you. you tugged at the hem of your oversized sweater, feeling its comforting stretch over your curves. you’d always been soft—your hips wide, your arms pillowy, your belly plush—and while you tried not to let it bother you, the lingering looks from others sometimes made your chest tighten. but jun—ho had always loved every inch of you, his hands lingering just a little longer on your waist, his fingers tracing the swell of your thighs whenever you were close.

an hour passed, and you were on the brink of sleep, the television murmuring quietly in the background. your body sank into the couch, the day‘s exhaustion weighing down your eyelids.

you didn‘t even hear the door open, but the familiar touch of a hand on your shoulder stirred you. your eyes fluttered open, meeting the intense gaze of jun—ho as he knelt before you. his uniform was slightly rumpled, his tie undone, and his dark eyes were sharp, scanning your face with a quiet intensity that made your heart stutter.

“yeobo,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, “why didn‘t you go to bed?”

“i was waiting for you,” you admitted, your voice groggy. “the curry— i forgot to reheat it—”

before you could rise, his hands found your wrists, his grip firm but careful. “shh. don‘t worry about that. i already ate.”

his thumb brushed over the soft skin of your palm as his gaze dipped to your rounded cheeks, a small smile tugging at his lips. “you‘re working too hard, baby. look at you ── you‘re exhausted.”

“i‘m fine,” you tried to argue, but the way his hand cupped your face, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek, silenced you.

“no,” he said quietly, his voice laced with something darker, something unyielding. “you‘re not fine. you‘re tired because you‘re always doing everything for us. for me. you shouldn‘t have to.”

his words made your throat tighten, guilt bubbling to the surface. “but you work so hard too. i just want to make things easier for you—”

his other hand moved to your waist, his fingers curling into the plush fabric of your sweater as if anchoring himself to you. “it‘s not your job to make things easier for me. you‘re already giving me everything. all i want is you.”

“but i do sincerely apologize for not being . . a good father, or husband, and not being able to be here with you guys.”

the intensity in his voice made your chest ache, and you reached up to cup his face, your fingers brushing against the sharp line of his jaw. “jun—ho— baby, don‘t blame yourself. you‘re an amazing husband. an amazing father. we‘re lucky to have you.”

his eyes softened, but the tension in his shoulders didn‘t ease. instead, he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours, his voice dropping to a whisper. “you don‘t know how much you mean to me. you don‘t know how much i need you.”

the words lingered in the air, heavy with an unspoken depth that sent a shiver down your spine. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you against him until you were flush with his chest, his hands gripping you as if he was afraid to let go.

as he carried you upstairs, cradling you in his arms like you weighed nothing, his lips brushed against your temple. “you‘re everything to me,” he whispered, the words a soft promise. “i‘ll never let anyone take you away from me.”

you fell asleep that night wrapped in his warmth, his arms like an unyielding shield around you, his presence both comforting and just a little too much.

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[cybrasigilism]

girl, hear me out... jun-ho & the reader doin it in a police car... IF NOT, I COULD TAKE FLUFF IDRC OR MIND 🤷‍♀️

girl when i tell you a giggled with GLEE at this request..

Wheels (Hwang Jun-ho X Reader Drabble)

warnings: smut (no shit sherlock) | non proofread | lowercase intended | car sex (so ig public sex too in a way?) | unprotected sex | oral (f + m receiving) | PiV | overstimulation (f) | praise kink | this is my interpretation of this character, please be respectful even if my opinions on the character differ from your own

character: hwang jun-ho (the police officer)

A/N: yk a jun-ho request absolutely hates to see me coming 😈 needed to make this a drabble or i’d go certifiably insane (go listen to VCR/Wheels by Tyler RIGHT NEAOW)

MDNI! 18+ content under the cut, reader’s discretion is advised

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ ・ ⟢ ──

fucking in the cop car? while being something you yourself have considered a few times since the beginning of your relationship with jun-ho, you always assumed it was something entirely out of the question, especially considering how seriously he took his job. so to say you were shocked when jun-ho was the one to suggest it was an understatement, but you certainly weren’t going to complain.

there were definitely no complaints when you two actually got around to it. now a car definitely isn’t the most romantic of all places to have sex, but you guys for sure made it work. of course, you were going to be on the receiving end of oral first, you knew that jun-ho wouldn’t have it any other way. for some reason, sitting on his face in the fully reclined passenger seat was just ten times hotter. maybe it was the challenge of it all, maybe it was how quickly the windows steamed up, allowing you to leave handprints while you steadied yourself as he ate you out, nevertheless you certainly didn’t want him to stop.

it must have been a special occasion, because this was one of the only instances where jun-ho allowed you to suck his dick. he said preferred to focus on pleasing you, but something inside you figured he was somehow embarrassed of the sounds he made when you let his cock separate your lips. for the first bit, he’d probably try to bite his lip or cover his mouth, anything to hold back his voice. but, if you persist and deepthroat him? yeah he won’t be able to contain himself. now it’s jun-ho who’s steadying himself against the fogged up window, simultaneously grabbing your hair lightly as you try your damnedest to make him feel as good as he makes you feel. he’ll go on about how “i should let you do this more often if you’re gonna suck me this good, fuck” and his moans will be unlike you’ve ever heard them before; lighter, more sporadic, you could definitely get used to this.

you best believe the only way this man is fucking you in the car is if you ride him. the two of you concluded that your go-to position (missionary) would be uncomfortable and impractical if either of you had to lay down in the backseat. even though jun-ho much rathers being on top (in the literal sense), he does get quite touchy while you’re bouncing on his dick. he’ll grab just about anything he can, his main mission is to draw those angelic sounds from your mouth after all. he lets you do most of the work but will occasionally buck his hips up into you if he feels you start to lose your pace, he could very easily just sit back and watch you ride his cock though.

jun-ho will totally praise you throughout the experience, after all why wouldn’t he encourage his pretty girl to continue to fuck him good?

“that’s it, ride me just like that gorgeous”

“don’t stop now, you’re doing so well”

“fuck, if you keep going like this… i don’t think i ever want you to stop”

you guys are both getting overstimulated inside that car, and that is a guarantee. how can you not? when the pleasure is too good, it would be foolish for either one of you to ever want it to come to an end. the more times either of you cum, your rhythm begins to falter, your bodies become shakier and you guys become much more vocal. all of this adds up to making the final climax feel so much better, the last release becomes that much more rewarding.

if this is how car sex with jun-ho looks, then it’s about high time you consider making it a more frequent occurrence.

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full disclosure, i was totally zoinked writing this so i’m sorry if it doesn’t make a lot of sense. i fear this has been sitting in my drafts for an embarrassing amount of time but here it is!! i apologize for the delay and thank you for reading :)

as usual, any advice/constructive criticism on how i can improve my writing is appreciated and requested!

have a fantastic night/day lovelies 💋

tags: @gongyoosgf @marymustdie @putrescentpoet

[voxslays]

JUST LIKE CANDY — SQUID GAMES MEN

Summary: The squid games men with a sweet, kind, and slightly naive reader, who is just a total sweetheart throughout the games. Warnings: American!Reader mentioned in the salesman’s part.

HWANG IN-HO

❀ How did such a sweet, caring being such as yourself end up in a place like this? That was In-ho’s first thought when you ran up to him, inviting to sit with your group, which conveniently had Gi-hun already in it. You could be useful. You were so young. Your trusting and naive nature was going to get you hurt. He knew what the people in these games would do for money, so from that day forward he vowed to protect you.

❀ He cheered you on in six legged race, making sure his guards knew not to kill you just in case your team didn’t make it to the end for some reason. And in mingle, he made sure you were no more than an arms length from him at all times. He’s gotta keep you safe, doesn’t he? And in the end—during the rebellion—he refuses to let you join. In-ho can’t risk losing another person he cares about. It would destroy him. So he begs you to stay put, and you do.

❀ When he finally makes it back to his quarters and becomes the frontman again, he makes sure you’re safe. For the next three games, he wastes no time telling the guards that they should give you hints and clues on the next games. Once this is all over, you two can be together, as you should’ve been all along.

THE SALESMAN (GONG YOO)

❀ When the salesman sees you—a foreigner, likely American—sitting on a wooden bench in the park he liked to walk in during his ‘work’ hours, he couldn’t help but think of what an impeccable target you would be. A perfect contestant for the games. So, Gong-Yoo approached you, expecting the normal untrusting response. Maybe you’d be confused, speaking in English or poor Korean.

❀ But the recruiter was shocked when you waved at him politely, letting him sit beside you. Yet, the most shocking of all, your Korean was amazing for a foreigner. He didn’t even have time to offer you a card to the games before he was engaged in a polite conversation with you. Gong-Yoo didn’t even want to recruit you for the games anymore. Despite being a sadist, subjecting you to such pain and torment seemed wrong for him to do.

❀ Gong-Yoo finds you every day on the same bench, waiting for him. You two quickly become friends, and then something more. The Salesman finds himself excited for your company. So when he asks you to get dinner with him, he couldn’t be more pleased when you happily accept his offer. Another win for him.

HWANG JUN-HO

❀ When Jun-ho discovers an American officer has been transferred to his department, he finds himself slightly intrigued. When he finally meets you, he’s shocked. When he thought of an American, you were the farthest thing from it. You were a complete angel. Not like how the other detectives had described Americans as patriotic and cocky. No, you were different, and Jun-ho feels himself drawn to you.

❀ Jun-ho suggests you work on the case together. I mean, you’re new to the country, aren’t you? You might need some help navigating Seoul! What if you get lost? Jun-ho should be there to guide you for your first time. That, and he might have…maybe…wanted to get to know you better. The two of you find yourselves meeting up quite frequently. At the park, the local library, the station. Anywhere, really.

❀ When the two of you finally ‘crack the case,’ as you say back in the states, Jun-ho cant help but fawn over you like a teenage boy. The way your excitement shows through your gleaming eyes, or how you immediately go to give him a high five. Yeah, he knows you’re the one for him.

[iamzer0]

Yᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ Pʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ Tʜᴀɴᴏs/ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ 230

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴅᴀʏ 4 ᴏғ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴛɪʟʟ ɪ ʀᴜɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ɪᴅᴇᴀs

(A/n: this one is low-key long but bare with me here)

You met Thanos in of all places a convenient store, you had just gotten out of school and wanted a snack.

You grabbed some food and went to check out, but there was this guy with bright purple hair arguing with the clerk.

He said she ‘overcharged’ him, in reality he just didn’t have enough money for his stuff.

You knew he would go on forever and you didn’t feel like waiting.

So you went up to the counter, food in hand and slammed down some change enough to cover his and yours.

“𝘖𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵." The clerk said.

She had confused you for his younger sibling, maybe because you walked in the store at the same time as him.

Honestly you just brushed it off, not really taking notice to the comment. But the entire time he was staring at you like you were crazy.

It was a quick interaction but that small gesture was all Thanos could think about for the longest time.

Maybe it was all the drugs he was taking at the time, but he felt kinda happy being called a big brother.

You naturally forgot about the whole interaction until you unfortunately saw him again.

You were at a friends house but had to go home as it was getting late.

That’s when you quite literally ran into him.

He was of course currently on some pretty strong drugs. He ran into you full force, on accident, knocking you and himself down.

As you struggled to regain balance, he suddenly grabbed you shoulders almost shaking you.

He looked at you with wide eyes. Like he just saw an old friend.

“𝘶𝘮𝘮.. 𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶?.." you said confused.

He did his whole introduction that lasted longer than needed. You gathered he was a rapper named Thanos that was clearly on something.

He babbled on about random things you didn’t really understand. “𝘶𝘮 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰..."

You said wanting to leave this one sided conversation.

As you turned to leave he grabbed your wrist than turned to you looking so serious, asking your name.

To shut him up you told him your name, before grabbing your hand back and turning to leave.

You thought you lost him but it turns out he followed you back to your house, as you entered the house out of site.

He just kinda stood there eyeing the door longingly.

He felt so warm and fuzzy around you, even with only meeting you twice.

It was something that not even the drugs could make him feel.

He kinda started stalking you, he told himself that this was normal behavior.

He starting twisting reality in his mind, he started to genuinely believe you were his younger sibling.

He is a very delusional man, so when your parents left town on a work trip he jumped at the chance to ‘get to know you’.

Which was basically just him borderline harassing you until you acknowledged him.

But you got smart, having your friends parents drive you to and home from school, only going outside for groceries, etc.

The time was 1:05 AM and he was currently standing out side your house, he popped a pill to soothe his nerves.

Than knocked on your door, when you didn’t answer he did the only rational thing a man in this situation could do.

He threw a brick through your kitchen window, hopping through it.

As soon as he entered he heard an ear piercing screaming. You started losing your shit screaming and threatening him.

He ran at you full force knocking you to the ground putting a hand over your mouth to silence your screaming.

To cut a long story short, a cracked out man broke into your house in the dead of night while your parents were gone. All while mumbling on about him being your brother.

It was truly an insane situation you found yourself caught in.

Your parents would be gone for a long time, and you were starting to question the sanity of Thanos.

You learned early on he was clearly delusional, and was very bipolar.

He was constantly on something which really didn’t help his delusions.

One second he was hugging you, rocking back and forth and the next second he was yelling about his rapping career and debt.

You knew that to escape you needed to play into his delusions.

You were acting like everything was normal and that you always had Thanos as your ‘big brother’.

Your plan was working he started trusting you more, now you just needed to find an opening to run away from this maniac.

He made it basically impossible though, he was always with you, he basically started living in YOUR HOUSE.

He also smashed your phone in a fit of rage, which made calling for help impossible.

He was always right next to you, even when sleeping he would usually pass out in YOUR bed with you.

One day he took a bit too many pills and ended up puking his guts out in YOUR restroom.

This was it, your one chance at freedom. You booked it, running as fast as humanly possible.

You used the nearest phone to call the cops, but they didn’t exactly believe you, mostly because you worded your situation really poorly.

"𝘏𝘪.. 𝘶𝘮𝘮.. 𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 [𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴] 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥.... 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰?.. 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱?."

So the police were of no help, you were to afraid to go home and your parents wouldn’t answer the phone.

Mostly because they thought every random number was a debt collector.

You jumped between friends houses, not going to school and avoiding your old city like the plague.

Things were going decent for you considering all that happened. Then the debt collectors started calling.

They couldn’t get a hold of your parents so they started harassing you.

You felt so alone and helpless, you had debt collectors around every corner, you ran out of friends that would let you stay over and ran out of money all together.

So when you were given the opportunity to join a game that had the opportunity of winning a lot of money you jumped at the chance.

You were drugged, and fell asleep. Then you woke up to someone shaking you aggressively.

You opened your eyes and what you saw was legit nightmare fuel.

You woke up to Thanos standing over you with the smuggest grin ever.

You closed your eyes and wished that this was all a dream.

But deep down you knew this was your terrible painful reality.

A/n: I reallyy hoped y’all liked this post this is day 4 of doing a random platonic Yandere till I run out of ideas. Trust imma make more content of squid games.