#squid game korea

[slushnubwrites]

Kang Dae Ho/Player 388 SMUT

He’s so fine I had to

NSFW: Smut/Sexual Content, Mommy Kink, “Good boy”, Bondage Kinda

This is really short sorry

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“y/n pl-please” Dae Ho’s whimpers filled the room accompanied by the noise of your ass slapping on his thighs as you bounced on his dick. “No baby you can take it” you softly demanded him only going faster.

He attempted to pull his arms out of the rope only causing his biceps to flex. “Please m-mommy” immediately embarrassment flushed on his face at his words. “Oh baby i’m your mommy”? you teased him slowing down your pace.

He whimpered at your mock looking away, “Look at me” you grip his jaw forcing his eyes to meet yours as you speed up again making his dick go deeper with every bounce. You pull him in kissing him roughly.

He softly groaned at your speed through the kiss still ashamed of his earlier words. You pull away to look at him “answer me” you ordered tightening the grip on his chin. “Y-yes you’re my mommy” at his own words you felt his dick twitch inside you ready for another release.

“Then be a good boy and cum inside me, again” he nods at your words in obedience. His whiny eyes watched you speed up in awe. His dick twitched at how good your pussy clenched on him. He moaned throwing his head back at the overstimulation.

He had already came inside you five times but he looked so fucked out and submissive you needed more. He started to whimper your name thrusting up into your wet pussy. “Be a good boy and cum for me” you grip his neck making him look at you as he struggled to whimper through your choking.

With a few more twitching thrusts he pathetically moans letting his cum fill and mix with yours. He had a teary eyed look and whined as you bounced a few more times on his sensitive dick letting his cum drip out of you gliding all the way down to his balls.

“I’ll let you go now baby, your wrist must be tired” you cooed caressing his cheek.

[rose24207]

How my dad does it

Summary: Ji-Woo imitates her father’s Ddakji game at school, offering chocolate for wins and punches for losses, believing it’s what he would do, forcing her parents to reevaluate the lessons she’s learning from him.

Genre: Dad!Salesman, Husband!Salesman, angst, fluff

TW: None!

A/N: This idea popped up in my head while I was unloading the dishwasher btw. English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

Your husband had always been a man of contradictions. On the surface, he was charming, calm, and unassuming—a perfect husband and an attentive father. But beneath the polished smile was a man who thrived in the shadows, orchestrating games that could change lives in an instant. You knew his work wasn’t conventional—far from it.

Still, you’d chosen this life, complications and all. You loved him, even if his job often walked a fine line between thrilling and terrifying. He never brought it home, though. His line of work stayed outside your front door, and for that, you were grateful.

Or so you thought.

The phone call came just after lunch, interrupting what had been a rare moment of peace. The principal’s voice was calm but laced with tension, a tone you recognized immediately as bad news.

“Mrs. y/l/n, this is Principal Kim from Ji-Woo‘s school. We need you to come in immediately. There’s been… an incident.”

Your stomach dropped. “Is she okay?”

“She’s fine. But we need to discuss her behavior. It’s… unusual.”

The office was small, with beige walls and a wooden desk that felt far too large for the space. Ji-Woo sat in a chair across from the principal, her legs swinging as she hummed softly to herself. She looked perfectly content, which only made you more uneasy.

“Mrs. y/l/n,” Principal Kim greeted you, gesturing to the chair beside your daughter. “Thank you for coming.”

“What happened?” you asked, glancing between her and Ji-Woo.

The principal folded her hands on the desk, her expression unreadable. “Ji-Woo has been… conducting a game at recess.”

“A game?”

“Yes. She’s been playing Ddakji with her classmates. Do you know what that is?”

Your heart skipped a beat. Of course, you knew what it was. You’d seen your husband play it countless times—slapping paper squares against the ground, his movements quick and precise, his smile sharp and dangerous.

“It’s… a game her father likes,” you said carefully.

The principal nodded. “She’s been challenging other children to play. The winner gets a piece of chocolate.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” you said cautiously.

Principal Kim raised an eyebrow. “The loser, however, gets punched.”

You stared at her, stunned. “What?”

The principal nodded grimly. “Ji-Woo has been telling her classmates that they have to accept the rules. Win, and they get chocolate. Lose, and they get hit. According to the children, she said, and I quote, ‘That’s how my dad does it.’”

You turned to Ji-Woo, who was now examining her shoes as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.

“Ji-Woo,” you said slowly, “is that true?”

She shrugged. “It’s just a game.”

“A game where you hit people?”

“Well, Daddy does it,” she said simply, as if that explained everything.

The room went silent.

The principal cleared her throat. “Mrs. y/l/n, while I understand children often mimic their parents, this behavior is concerning. We’ve spoken to the other children and their parents, and they’re understandably upset.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, your mind racing. How much had Ji-Woo seen? Your husband had always been careful about keeping his work separate from your family life. But clearly, something had slipped through the cracks.

“I’ll talk to her,” you said firmly. “This won’t happen again.”

The car ride home was awkwardly quiet. Ji-Woo sat in the back seat, her arms crossed, her expression stubborn. You didn’t say anything until you were both inside the house.

“Go to your room,” you said, your tone leaving no room for argument.

“But—”

“Now.”

She stomped off, muttering under her breath.

You let out a long sigh, leaning against the counter. You didn’t have long to gather your thoughts before the front door opened, and your husband walked in, a bag of groceries in one hand.

“Hey,” he greeted you with a smile. “How was—”

“Your daughter got in trouble at school today,” you cut him off.

He frowned, setting the bag down. “What happened?”

“She was playing Ddakji,” you said, your voice sharp.

His confusion was obvious. “Okay…?”

“And when her classmates lost, she punched them. Because, and I quote, ‘That’s how my dad does it.’”

His face froze, his usual composure slipping for a moment. “She said that?”

“Yes,” you snapped. “Apparently, she’s been watching you more closely than we thought.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Where is she now?”

“In her room. And you’re going to talk to her.”

You stood in the hallway, listening as he knocked softly on Ji-Woo’s door.

“Come in,” she said, her voice muffled.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. You waited, your heart pounding, as their conversation began.

“Ji-Woo,” he started, his tone gentle but firm. “Your mom told me what happened today.”

She didn’t respond.

“Why did you do it?” he asked.

“It’s just a game,” she mumbled.

“A game where you hurt people?”

She hesitated. “They agreed to the rules.”

He sighed, sitting down beside her. “Ji-Woo, listen to me. I know you’ve seen me play Ddakji before. But what I do… it’s not something you should copy.”

“Why not?” she asked, her voice small. “You always say I’m like you. I just wanted to be like you.”

His heart twisted. “Ji-Woo, being like me doesn’t mean you have to do everything I do. What I do isn’t always right.”

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and uncertain. “But you’re my dad. You’re supposed to be right.”

He swallowed hard, struggling to find the right words. “Sometimes, adults make mistakes too. And I made a mistake by letting you see that side of me. But from now on, I want you to focus on being kind, okay? You’re smart and strong, Ji-Woo. You don’t need to hurt people to show them that.”

She nodded slowly, her lower lip trembling. “I’m sorry.”

He pulled her into a hug, holding her close. “I know, sweetheart. And I’m proud of you for being honest. But no more hitting, okay?”

“Okay.”

Later that night, after Ji-Woo had gone to bed, you found him sitting on the couch, his head in his hands.

“I messed up,” he said quietly as you sat beside him.

“She’s six,” you reminded him. “She doesn’t fully understand what she’s doing yet. But she looks up to you, and that’s not a bad thing.”

“It is if I’m setting the wrong example,” he muttered.

You placed a hand on his knee, squeezing gently. “You’re not perfect. None of us are. But you’re a good father, and Ji-Woo knows you love her. That’s what matters most.”

He looked at you, his expression softening. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For keeping us grounded,” he said. “I’ll do better. For her. For you.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes. “We’ll do better,” you corrected.

Because no matter how complicated life got, you were in it together.

Thank you for reading!

Taglist: @ipushhimback, @ladyoflynx, @lewishamiltonismybf, @cmleitora, @hxxi3, @same1995, @amatswimming

[stollengoods]

Lust Has No Mercy

Nam-gyu x Fem! Reader x Thanos

Warnings: Cursing, three-some, smut & drug use.

Summary: Your a famous instagram baddie visiting Seoul and Thanos wants to see you again~

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You went through your instagram stories that you took today. The first one being a picture of the sky it was a beautiful mix of blue, pink, and orange. The next one being what you ate for lunch: a bagel with coffee from a well known spot in South Korea, and your last one that you took 45 minutes ago.

It was a thirst trap, in the picture you wore a dark purple mini dress with matching 7 inch heels. You smirked at the pose you made, squatting down with your ass to the camera, your dress half way up your ass, teasing.

You looked outside your hotel window with a beatific sigh, you were on the 15th floor, the sky now a beautiful dark blue with sparkles of stars. You loved being an instagram model, even though it came with downsides like hate comments; the positives much out ways the negatives.

“And now I wait.” You whispered, kicking your feet in the air as you scrolled through your DM’s waiting for the blue check marks to hit you up.

A number popped up on your phone making it buzz in your hand.

‘Sleazy club guy’

You giggled at your past sassy self, but hesitated to answer not remembering who you put under this contact. “Hmmm… I wouldn’t have made him a contact if it wasn’t important.” You said talking to yourself.

“I’ve got time, let’s entertain this.”

Your perfectly manicured thumb slid across the screen and you set it to your ear as you flipped onto your back on the plump couch you laid on.

“Y/n speaking.” You monotoned, admiring your red coffin shaped finger nails.

“Heyy, y/n it’s Nam-gyu.”

“Mmhm.”

“We met at club Nb2. I’m Thanos’s friend.”

Your eyes bulged as you sat up, “Oh yeahh, that’s right, I remember you.” Your voice had a bit of a sultryness to it, “You were the hunky guy who gave me VIP passes to Thanos’s booth there.”

You actually didn’t remember at all what the guy looked like but you had to butter him up if you wanted to see Thanos again.

He awkwardly laughed, “Yeah that was me… uh- anyways, Thanos saw that you were back in Korea and was wandering if you wanted to come over ?”

“Sure.” You told him, silently cheering, swaying your arm around in a dancing motion. “Did you want me to meet you guys at the club ?”

Nam-gyu cleared his throat, “No, Thanos isn’t in a party mood right now. He just wants to have a small get together at his place.”

You put yourself on mute, “FUCKING SCORE.” You squealed, joyously punching the couch cushion in front of you, before calming yourself down to answer Nam-gyu.

“Yeah, that’d be cool, what time ?” You almost wanted to laugh at how insouciant you sounded.

“Thanos will send a cab to your place around 10 pm, just text me the address and I’ll set it up for you.”

“Sounds good.” You replied, hanging up on him and throwing your phone to the side before punching the air in elation.

“Shit, I’ve got to touch up my hair and makeup.” You said, running into the bathroom.

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The cab sped away as you starred up at Thanos’s mansion in awe. It was the biggest house you’ve ever seen, if he wanted Thanos could have a club right inside his house.

You walked up the steps and knocked on the door, Thanos greeted you.

“Hola Señorita.”

His deep husky voice sent shivers down your spine as you followed him inside. The floors were marble and a chandelier hung above you. You followed him up the red carpet stairs into a bedroom.

Nam-gyu laid on the bed rolling up a joint, “It’s about time.”

“Where is everybody ?” You asked, looking around the room. If you would even call it that, it was the size of a living room. Decked out in black and white, the bed being the only thing colored in red.

“I didn’t feel like having a lot of people around, is that alright ?” He asked.

You quickly snapped out of your trance, “Yeah- Oh yeah, even better.”

Nam-gyu snorted handing Thanos the blunt as he sat down on the bed. Thanos pointed the blunt towards you, “You a snitch ?”

Your face blushed, “N-no.”

“Sounds like a snitch to me.” Nam-gyu jested, making Thanos laugh.

“Prove it.” Thanos demanded.

“I’m sorry ?”

“Well you smoke right ?”

You usually stuck to just drinking, even when you went out clubbing. One because you’re not going to take a substance a stranger gave you and the second is last time you smoked weed, you had a panic attack.

“Of course.” You smiled, hoping it was convincing.

Thanos patted the spot in front of Nam-gyu and beside him on the bed, “Come start it off for us then.” He grinned.

You took of your heels before making your way onto the bed, his fluffy comforter really soft against your skin. He handed you the joint and you put it to your lips, Nam-gyu whipped out a lighter and you leaned into him as he lit the end.

The stench hit your nose and you quickly inhaled before handing it off to Thanos. He watched as you exhaled, before taking a hit of his own. After Nam-gyu took a couple hits off of it, he held it out to you.

“Oh no.” You said, putting up your hand, “I’m good.”

Nam-gyu chuckled, “You got us a fucking light weight.” He spoke, looking to Thanos.

“C’mon…” Nam-gyu drawled out, “One more.”

You looked to Thanos and he just watched you. You gulped, taking the blunt from Nam-guy’s fingers you inhaled again.

This time it made you cough a bit, handing it off to Thanos and Nam-gyu clapped. “There you go, that’s my girl.”

‘Oh fucking hell.’ You thought, ‘Don’t freak out your fine, don’t freak out you’re fine-‘

Thanos exhaled, “You feeling it yet ?”

You spaced out for what felt like a few minutes before responding but in reality it was only a few seconds, “uhh- I don’t know…”

“Maybe she needs another hit.” Nam-gyu spoke giggling while he rolled around on the bed.

His laugh echoed in your ears as everything looked like it was in slow motion. “No, she’s fine.” You heard Thanos say.

“Hey Señorita.” Thanos said, snapping his finger in front of you.

You looked up at him, “Are you okay ?” He asked and all you could do was blink at him.

Nam-gyu poked his head next to Thanos to get a glimpse of you. “Dude she’s so fucking high.” He laughed, “Maybe she shouldn’t have taken that second hit.”

Your heart was beating a thousand miles a minute, freaking you out but you didn’t want to show it. You tried breathing in and out to calm yourself but your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest.

A hand grabbed your face making you gasp in shock, “Hey, look at me, are you okay ?”

His thumb caressed your cheek trying to calm you down as he awaited your answer. You leaned into his touch closing your eyes. ‘You need to distract yourself.’ You thought, ‘before Thanos has to babysit you for having a panic attack.’

You opened your eyes and licked your lips before attaching them to Thanos’s. He waisted no time in reciprocating the kiss, falling onto his back and pulling you with him. You heard someone coughing next to, looking over you didn’t recognize the man who was greedily finishing the joint by himself, until you heard his voice.

“Yah, the fuck you looking at ?”

You don’t know what it was, if it was the words he spoke or the way he said them but his exasperation sparked something in you. You climbed off of Thanos and on top of Nam-gyu.

“What are you-“

You leaned in attaching your lips to his as a moan escaped your throat. Thanos sniggered, stealing the joint from Nam-guy’s fingers. He took one more hit before putting it out on an ashtray on his bedside table.

Thanos grabbed you by your collar and pulled you back, your mind was completely blank making it hard to keep up with what was going on in the moment. You turned to face Thanos and he released you. With two of his fingers he signaled for Nam-gyu to come closer. Nam-gyu sat up, his face confused but also galvanized.

“You get the back, I’ll get the front. Is that okay with you señorita ?” Thanos asked.

You weren’t sure exactly what he was asking but nodded your head anyways. Thanos pulled you into another kiss as Nam-gyu hugged you from behind, his hands making their way up your dress.

Thanos detached his lips form yours before attaching his lips to Nam-gyu’s. You learned pretty quickly that this most likely wasn’t their first time kissing each other. Your brain was so fried at that point that you didn’t even feel weird about watching them.

Nam-gyu’s nails dug into your skin as their kiss deepened. A whimper escaped your lips and you didn’t know if it was due to Nam-guy’s nails clawing into you, the fact that you wish someone was kissing you, or from the scene in front of you arousing you.

Thanos was the one to pull away, “Kiss her.” He panted, looking Nam-gyu in the eyes.

Nam-gyu’s eyes were glazed over with lust for him, he looked to you, his eyes a deep shade of pink. Thanos pulled your dress over your head, throwing it somewhere off the bed discarding it. He pushed your body back to lean against the mattress as Nam-gyu did as told and fused your lips together.

Your hands tangled in his hair as he inserted his tongue into your mouth. Then you felt Thanos’s wet tongue lapping at your juices.

You yanked Nam-gyu’s head back by his hair due to the pleasure Thanos was causing you, a string of moans erupting from your mouth. Once you released his hair, Nam-gyu forced your thighs back giving Thanos more room to breath. You were shaking at this point and Thanos stopped.

He laid next to you, as Nam-gyu hovered over him unbuckling his pants and pulling them down. “I want you to touch yourself.” He said, pulling you in for a peck on the lips.

You lazily nodded your head, as you watched Nam-gyu began to stroke Thanos’s member. He spat on it, increasing his movements, as Thanos groaned in your ear.

Your fingers trailed down to your clit and began circling it, almost losing it as Nam-gyu wrapped his lips around Thanos, bobbing his head back and forth.

Thanos grabbed a fist full of his hair and forced him to take him deeper causing Nam-gyu to gag around him. When Thanos let go, a string of saliva trailed down Nam-gyu’s mouth as he had a coughing fit.

“Sit up.” Thanos commanded, talking to you.

You did as you were told and Thanos rubbed his salvia coated dick against your folds having your eyes roll back in ecstasy. You heard something hit the floor and figured out it was Nam-guy’s clothes as his bare chest made contact with your back. You heard Nam-gyu spit and a squelching sound behind you.

“Can you take both of us ?” Asked Thanos, his hands on both of your thighs, squeezing them in anticipation.

“Like in a fight ?” You responded with a smirk.

“God you’re such a stupid bitch.” Nam-gyu spoke, kissing your neck while rubbing his wet dick against your ass.

You nodded your head closing your eyes, loving the way his lips sucked on your neck and the way Thanos kneaded your breast.

Thanos pecked Nam-guy’s lips, “You go in first.”

He nodded as his tip entered your asshole, “Ahh !” You practically jumped into Thanos’s lap. He caressed your hair, “I know I know.” He cooed, “It hurts at first but I promise you it will fill so good.”

You slowly got off of him and resumed your position as before. “Just focus on me okay ?”

“Okay.” You said weakly, “I-I trust you.”

Thanos gave Nam-gyu the go ahead as his hands cupped your face, kissing you. Nam-gyu inserted his tip again and you whined into the kiss. Thanos tried distracting you with his tongue as Nam-gyu went deeper and you cried out in pain and pleasure.

“You’re almost there baby, C’mon you got this.” Hearing Thanos call you ‘baby’ made you blush while at the same time making you feel more at ease.

You finally felt the base of Nam-gyu’s abdomen against your skin and let go of the breath you had been holding in.

“I’m in.” Nam-gyu said and you giggled.

“What’s funny ?” Nam-gyu snapped, reaching up and pinching your nipple.

You yelped in surprise, “You sounded like you were in a spy movie, that’s all.” You confessed.

Thanos smirked at your remark, “Go ahead and try moving.”

He pulled out and thrusted into you causing you to throw your arms around Thanos’s neck, burring your head in his chest.

You felt him nod against you and Nam-gyu continued thrusting into you, your eyes began to tear up as his thrusts got faster and faster.

Until he hit a certain spot in you, “Oh my- Fuuuck…”

You slowly pushed yourself off of Thanos and began to bounce back against Nam-gyu. Thanos watched as your luscious breast bounced in front of him.

“Hold still.” Thanos demanded.

Suddenly Nam-gyu’s thrusts halted as you sat on his dick. Thanos rubbed your clit as he inserted himself into your pussy.

Thanos hissed as your nails dragged down his chest and you moaned out his name.

“Alright baby,” He said, peering into your eyes, “It’s all up to you now.”

You shook your head, “Baby I’m so close to cumming.” You whined, not even noticing you called him baby back.

“What ?” Thanos chuckled, “You’ve never had two men in you before ?”

“Obviously.” Nam-gyu retorted, pinching your other nipple.

Your legs were trembling at this point, “Let’s help her out.” Thanos said to Nam-gyu as he placed his hands on your hips, coaxing you to move.

You began lifting up your hips before sinking back down on their dicks and you all let out a moan. They began thrusting in and out of you. After sinking back in them for a third time you came, the whole lower half of your body shaking.

They kept going and you hit Thanos chest, “I-I came, baby, I can’t take anymore… it’s too much !”

Nam-gyu reached his hand around your throat applying a bit of pressure and he scoffed, “What ? You think this only works one way ?” You whined feeling your arousl build back up.

Nam-gyu chuckled darkly in your ear, “We don’t stop until we’re satisfied.” He applied more pressure to your throat, “You got that slut ?”

With the way he was talking to you, you shamefully came undone again.

He released your throat and placed his hands were Thanos’s used to be, making you hop on them faster. One would thrust in as the other would thrust out, almost like they were taking turns.

“Should we cum in her ?” Nam-gyu asked Thanos and you nodded.

Nam-gyu pulled your hair back, “I wasn’t asking you bitch.”

You whined, “Please ! Please ! I wanna feel you guys, all of you guys ! Please cum in me !” You practically screamed, embarrassment long gone at this point.

You came for a third time when you felt them simultaneously shoot their load into you. They pulled out panting, cum seeping out of you from both ends onto the red comforter.

Thanos grabbed his shirt and wiped you along with the comforter up, then threw it on the floor. You all got under the covers, cuddling. Thanos the big spoon, you in the middle, and Nam-gyu as the little spoon.

[extinctlesspains]

Hey, I was wondering if u could do a fic of sae byeok coming home drunk and having an argument with the reader. It ends up turning into a heated make-out session

𝐷𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 [𝐾. 𝑆𝑎𝑒-𝐵𝑦𝑒𝑜𝑘]

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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: ʏᴇs ᴏʀ ɴᴏ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴋᴀɴɢ sᴀᴇ-ʙʏᴇᴏᴋ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: sᴀᴇ-ʙʏᴇᴏᴋ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀsʜᴇs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴏғ ʟᴏsɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴘᴀssɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ-ᴏᴜᴛ sᴇssɪᴏɴ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ sʜᴇ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏɴғᴇssᴇs ʜᴇʀ ғᴇᴀʀs. ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀssᴜʀᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ ɪɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ғᴀᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇs ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ.

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ᴋɪssɪɴɢ, ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ, ᴀʀɢᴜɪɴɢ.

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The front door slammed shut, rattling the frame with a force that made you jump. Your heart leapt into your throat as you threw down the blanket you’d been curled up under on the couch. The clock on the wall read 1:37 AM. Sae-byeok was late—far later than she’d promised—and now she was home, and clearly not in a good mood.

Her staggered footsteps were heavy, almost echoing in the quiet apartment. She was struggling with her shoes, muttering under her breath as she leaned against the wall for support.

“Sae?” you called hesitantly, stepping into the hallway.

She didn’t respond. Her dark hair hung messily around her face, strands plastered to her forehead as she finally kicked her boots off with a loud thud. The sour scent of alcohol hit you like a wave, mingling with the faint chill of the winter air clinging to her clothes.

“You’ve been drinking,” you said, your voice tighter than you intended.

Sae-byeok scoffed, swaying slightly as she turned to face you. “So what?”

“So what?” you echoed, disbelief threading through your tone. “You said you’d be home hours ago! I’ve been sitting here worried sick, and you’re out getting drunk?”

Her eyes narrowed, the dull haze of alcohol doing little to dull her sharp glare. “I don’t need a babysitter,” she snapped, slurring slightly. “I can take care of myself.”

You folded your arms, trying to ground yourself. “Clearly not if you’re stumbling in at this hour, reeking of soju.”

Her lips curled into a humorless smile. “Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t realize I needed your permission to live my life.”

The venom in her voice stung more than you wanted to admit. “That’s not what this is about, and you know it.”

“Then what is it about, huh?” Sae-byeok demanded, stepping closer. “What? You think I’m some kind of project for you to fix? Some broken little girl who needs saving?”

Your breath hitched, anger flaring in your chest. “Don’t you dare twist this around on me. I care about you, Sae. You don’t get to make me feel guilty for that.”

Her laughter was bitter, a sharp contrast to the quiet vulnerability you were used to seeing in her. “Maybe you shouldn’t. Maybe you’re wasting your time.”

The words hung between you like a challenge, daring you to respond. But instead of backing down, you stepped forward, closing the gap between you until you could see the flicker of doubt in her dark eyes.

“You don’t get to decide how I feel,” you said firmly, your voice trembling only slightly. “And I’m not going to stand here and let you push me away just because you’re scared.”

Her jaw clenched, her gaze darting away from yours for a split second before locking back on you. The tension was unbearable, thick and suffocating, until finally, it snapped.

Before you could react, her lips crashed against yours. It wasn’t gentle or tentative—it was desperate, almost angry, as if she was trying to convey everything she couldn’t say. You stumbled back against the wall, her hands gripping your waist to steady you as she kissed you with a fervor that left you breathless.

The taste of alcohol lingered on her lips, but it was overpowered by the raw emotion pouring out of her. Her hands slid up to cup your face, her fingers trembling slightly against your skin.

“Sae,” you murmured between kisses, trying to catch your breath.

“Shut up,” she muttered against your lips, her voice low and desperate.

Her words sent a shiver down your spine as her hands roamed your sides, pulling you impossibly closer. You tangled your fingers in her hair, tugging slightly to ground yourself in the whirlwind of emotions.

The world around you blurred, the only thing anchoring you was Sae-byeok-her lips, her touch, the heat radiating from her body as she pressed against you. Each kiss was a collision of passion and frustration, her desperation mirrored in the way her hands roamed your body.

You finally pulled away for air, your chest heaving as you looked up at her. Her forehead rested against yours, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. Her eyes, glossy from both alcohol and unspoken emotions, bore into yours.

"Sae," you whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face "What's going on? This isn't you."

Her breath hitched, and for a second, you saw the cracks in her armor-the vulnerability she worked so hard to hide. "I don't know," she admitted softly, her voice barely audible. "I just... couldn't stop thinking about everything. About you. About...us."

Her words sent a pang through your heart. "Then why didn't you come home? Why did you go out and drink instead of talking to me?"

She closed her eyes, her grip on your waist tightening as if afraid you'd slip away. "Because I'm scared okay?" she said, her voice breaking "Scared of what this means. Scared of losing you."

You cupped her face, forcing her to look at you. "You're not going to lose me, Sae. But you can't keep running away from me when things get hard. I'm here-for all of it. The good, the bad, and the ugly. But you have to let me in."

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she quickly blinked them away, shaking her head as if trying to pull herself together. "I don't deserve you, she muttered, her voice laced with self-loathing.

"Yes, you do," you said firmly. "You deserve to be loved, Sae. Even when you're scared. Even when you're a mess."

For a long moment, she didn't say anything. Then, without warning, she leaned in and kissed you again-this time slower, softer, as if trying to convey everything she couldn't put into words. Her hands slid up to cradle your face, her thumbs gently brushing your cheeks as she poured her heart into the kiss.

When she finally pulled away, her forehead rested against yours once more. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling. "For being an idiot For shutting you out. For everything."

You smiled softly, brushing your thumb over her cheek. "You're forgiven. But next time, just talk to me, okay? No more shutting me out."

She nodded, her lips curving into the faintest smile. "Okay." She captured your lips in another heated kiss, pushing you onto the couch. "Let me show you how much I appreciate you..." She mumbled into the kiss.

You collided with the pouch pillow, Sae-Byeok getting on top of you. You smiled faintly as Sae-Byeok made her kisses down to your neck. Now you did feel really loved.

[angeldiarybook]

AWWW STOP 😭✋🏼

[connorsui]

Gimmie five minutes and a hair tie

Lowkey I would let him grab my hair to push my head down even further...

[gerryb23]

the frontMAN

[finitalacommediah]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, etc.

playlist inspired by him

[dilfismz]

Hi! Can you write jealous professor dom!cho sangwoo x student sub!reader. Can you make sangwoo become real mad and some spanking too? Thank you so so much 🥹🥹

Mine

Summary: Turns out Professor Cho doesn’t like it when stupid young boys touch what’s his.

A/N: there are a few flashback scenes in order to build a backstory so don’t be confused!

Warnings: age gap, inappropriate teacher/student relationship, spanking, some degradation?, p in v, no prep (Sangwoo is desperate), dom/sub dynamics, and hair pulling.

In all honesty, you and Professor Cho had become close by complete accident. If you could even call it close…more so acquainted. You could recall every detail of your night spent together as if it had just occurred. Every single time you step foot into his lecture hall you can’t help but reminisce.

⋆ ──── ❍ Δ □ ──── ⋆

The bar was quiet that night, many students in their dorms studying for finals. Luckily for you, yours had concluded in one long, godforsaken day. It was tough but the reward was getting to celebrate the end of the semester early.

Sliding into a seat with your friend you spot him. He was seated a few spots down, leaning casually against the bar. He looked out of place in his crisp, tailored shirt and sharp jawline—older than most of the patrons and far more composed. His presence seemed to draw attention without trying, though he didn’t seem interested in anyone else around him.

You weren’t sure why you caught his eye, but you did. His gaze lingered on you for a moment before he spoke, his deep voice cutting through the noise.

“Not a regular here, are you?”

You smiled faintly, shaking your head. “Does it show?”

“Just a little,” he said, taking a sip from his glass. “You seem…young for this crowd.”

The comment made your cheeks flush slightly, but you held his gaze. “Maybe. But you don’t exactly blend in yourself.”

He chuckled, low and warm, and moved to sit closer. “Fair enough. I’m Sangwoo.”

You gave your name, and from there, the conversation flowed with surprising ease. You told him about your studies, your aspirations, and the stress that had driven you here tonight. He listened intently, asking thoughtful questions that felt more probing than casual small talk.

“I have to say,” he murmured at one point, leaning in just slightly, “I don’t usually find myself talking like this with someone… your age.”

You shrugged, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickened. “Maybe age doesn’t matter as much as you think.”

He studied you for a moment, his gaze flicking to your lips before returning to your eyes. “Maybe.”

The air between you shifted, heavy and undeniable. When he suggested leaving, you didn’t hesitate.

The night blurred into stolen kisses in the cab, whispered words, and the heat of his hands on your skin. You fell into his bed with reckless abandon, the difference in your years forgotten in the haze of passion.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains, forcing your eyes open. The unfamiliar room was quiet, save for the soft sound of breathing beside you.

You turned your head to see Sangwoo lying on his back, his arm resting over his eyes. The sharp lines of his face were softened by the light, but there was a tension in his expression that hadn’t been there the night before.

“Good morning,” you said quietly, unsure of what else to say.

He let out a soft sigh, finally lowering his arm to look at you. His eyes were darker now, clouded with something that felt like regret.

“This… probably shouldn’t have happened,” he said, his voice low.

The words stung, even though you’d expected them. “Why not?”

He sat up, running a hand through his hair. “You’re young. Too young to be tangled up with someone like me.” His tone wasn’t harsh, but there was a firmness to it that made your stomach twist.

You sat up too, pulling the sheet around you. “You didn’t seem to mind last night.”

“That was a mistake,” he said, glancing at you briefly before looking away. “I should’ve known better.”

The silence that followed was heavy, the warmth of the night before replaced with a cold, sinking feeling. You wanted to say something, to argue that you were old enough to make your own decisions, but the look on his face stopped you.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, standing and reaching for his shirt. “You’re… incredible. But this can’t happen again.”

As he moved about the room, dressing and avoiding your gaze, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d ever been more than a fleeting distraction to him.

⋆ ──── ❍ Δ □ ──── ⋆

Another thing you always thought of when you’d step into Professor Cho’s room is the moment you’d realized just how disastrous your night together actually was.

The first day of the new semester carried the usual energy—a mix of fresh starts and quiet dread. Students milled into the lecture hall, some chatting excitedly, others scrolling through their phones or sipping lukewarm coffee. You were somewhere in the middle, adjusting the strap of your bag as you stepped into the massive room.

You hadn’t given much thought to your schedule beyond the requirements you needed to fill. This class—some upper-level finance course you had reluctantly signed up for—was just another stepping stone toward your degree. You were more concerned with surviving the workload than anything else.

That was, until you looked up.

Your heart nearly stopped.

There, standing at the podium, flipping through a stack of papers with an air of quiet authority, was him.

Cho Sangwoo.

Your throat went dry.

For a second, you thought you had to be mistaken. But there was no mistaking him—not the sharp jawline, not the dark, intelligent eyes that had lingered on you once in the glow of a streetlamp, not the hands you could still feel on your skin if you let your mind wander too far.

You froze mid-step, the chatter of the other students fading into white noise. The last time you’d seen him, he had been pulling his shirt over his head in a dimly lit bedroom, his words clipped, his expression guarded.

“This can’t happen again.”

And yet, here you were.

And here he was.

As if sensing your gaze, Sangwoo glanced up from his notes.

The reaction was instant.

His confident posture faltered, his fingers tightening slightly around the edges of his papers. His brows lifted just barely before his eyes widened in unmistakable shock. You saw the exact moment recognition hit him, watched the composed, professional mask he undoubtedly wore every day crack—just for a second.

A blush rose to his face.

It was slight, barely there, but enough for you to notice. Enough for you to know that despite his careful words that morning, despite whatever lines he had drawn in his mind between you, the sight of you standing in his lecture hall had caught him completely off guard.

The confident, articulate professor—who had surely done this a thousand times, who commanded rooms full of students without hesitation—had lost his composure.

Your stomach twisted.

For a fleeting moment, it felt like you were back in that dimly lit bar, your bodies too close, your words laced with the kind of reckless flirtation that had led to this. The memory burned through you so suddenly that you were sure it showed on your face.

But then, just as quickly as the moment had come, you watched him shove it back down.

Sangwoo cleared his throat sharply, turning his attention back to his papers. The color in his face faded as he schooled his expression into something unreadable, his professional demeanor snapping back into place like a steel trap.

But you had seen it.

You had felt it.

And now, you had to sit through an entire semester pretending it had never happened.

Swallowing hard, you forced yourself to move, slipping into a seat near the middle of the lecture hall. Around you, students continued their chatter, completely unaware of the silent war raging inside your head—or his.

Sangwoo took a breath, straightened his tie, and finally spoke. His voice was steady, controlled.

“Good morning. Welcome to Financial Strategies.”

If you hadn’t seen the way his hands curled slightly against the podium, you might have believed he was completely unaffected.

But you had seen it.

And you weren’t sure either of you would be able to ignore it.

That day, after class ended you sat frozen in your seat, your fingers gripping the edge of your desk as if that could steady the storm of emotions brewing inside you.

Sangwoo hadn’t looked at you once throughout the entire lecture.

Not directly, at least.

Instead, his eyes had skimmed over you like you were just another student, his voice measured, his posture rigid. But there were moments—fleeting, barely-there moments—where his fingers tensed slightly on the podium, where his breath hitched in the smallest, most imperceptible way before he forced himself forward.

And now, as you remained seated while the rest of the students shuffled out, he still wouldn’t meet your gaze.

“Stay after,” he had said near the end of class, his voice neutral, yet somehow sharp.

You knew this conversation was coming. There was no avoiding it.

Sangwoo stood by his desk now, organizing papers that didn’t need organizing, straightening his laptop screen only to close it again. It was almost frustrating—watching him fidget with anything but you.

Finally, he exhaled through his nose, as if bracing himself.

“If you wish to remain in this class,” he started, his voice clipped, “you will forget about what happened between us.”

You swallowed, gripping your bag strap tightly, but said nothing.

He continued, his expression carefully blank, though you could see the tension in his jaw. “It was… inappropriate. A mistake.” His fingers curled around the edge of his desk, the only sign that his control wasn’t as steady as he wanted it to be. “And it cannot affect your education.”

Your throat felt tight.

He was speaking to you as though that night had been some careless accident, as though it hadn’t been charged with something real. And yet, even as he spoke, his voice was too deliberate, too forced, like he was convincing himself as much as he was convincing you.

But you didn’t miss the way his fingers twitched slightly against the desk.

Your gaze dropped to his hands—the same slender hands that had once roamed your body, tracing paths of fire along your skin.

You could still feel them if you thought about it long enough. The way they had tangled in your hair, how his fingertips had brushed over your bare waist with aching slowness, how they had tightened possessively around your wrist just before he kissed you—

“Are you listening?”

Your head snapped up.

Sangwoo was watching you now, his brow furrowed slightly, his lips pressed together in a thin line.

You nodded, trying to ignore the heat rising in your face.

He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face before crossing his arms. “Good,” he muttered. “Because I can’t have distractions in my classroom. Whatever… that was, it’s over. Understood?”

His words were cruelly impersonal, but his body language betrayed him. The stiffness of his shoulders, the way he seemed almost restless standing still, as if part of him wanted to move, to do something else.

You wondered if he was remembering it, too.

The weight of him pressing you into the mattress. The way he had looked at you, his usual self-control slipping with every kiss, every touch.

You sat up a little straighter, ignoring the pang in your chest. “Understood,” you said quietly, though the words felt like a lie.

For a moment, he didn’t move.

His fingers tapped once against the desk. Then again.

Then, as if snapping himself out of something, he turned away, collecting his things with more force than necessary. “You’re dismissed,” he said, not looking at you.

You hesitated.

But there was nothing left to say.

So you grabbed your bag and walked toward the door, feeling his eyes on your back even though he had told himself not to look.

————-

Now here you are today and you have done exactly what Sangwoo asked.

For months, you kept your distance, pretending as though nothing had ever happened between you. No lingering glances, no hesitation when he called on you in class, no trace of the night you had spent tangled in his sheets. You became cold, detached—indifferent.

And it was driving him insane.

At first, he convinced himself that this was what he wanted. That this was the right thing.

But then Jisoo happened.

A boy your age. Bright-eyed, eager, always quick with a joke that made you laugh—actually laugh. You had never laughed like that in his class before. Not when you were with him.

Sangwoo ignored it at first.

But then it happened again.

And again.

Soft whispers shared between the two of you, your heads leaning close as if nothing else in the room existed. His blood simmered every time Jisoo touched your arm, every time he caught you smiling at him—every time he saw you looking at Jisoo the way you used to look at him.

But today was the worst of it.

Today, Jisoo had whispered something in your ear, and your face had gone warm—cheeks flushed, lips parting just slightly in surprise before you giggled.

Sangwoo gripped his pen so hard it nearly snapped.

The moment class ended, his voice cut through the murmurs of students packing up their things.

“Stay after.”

Jisoo glanced at you, curious. You barely reacted, nodding as you finished gathering your notes.

The last student filtered out.

The door clicked shut.

Silence.

Sangwoo remained standing at the front of the classroom, bracing his hands against the desk, his head tilted downward. You could see the tension in him—the way his fingers curled, the way his breaths left him in slow, controlled exhales.

You knew this was coming.

You waited.

And then, finally, he spoke.

“Tell me,” his voice was low, measured. “Do you plan to seduce him the way you seduced me?”

Your heart stuttered.

The accusation hung heavy between you, thickening the air, making it harder to breathe.

“What?”

Sangwoo lifted his gaze, and for the first time in months, his carefully constructed mask had cracked.

No indifference. No feigned professionalism. Only raw frustration—barely-restrained jealousy simmering beneath the surface.

He took a step forward, slow and deliberate.

“You heard me,” he murmured, his voice dark. “Is that your plan? To make him desperate for you? To make him think, even for a second, that he can satisfy you the way I did?”

Heat pooled in your stomach, but you forced yourself to hold his gaze. “That’s not—”

He scoffed. “Not what?” Another step forward. “Not true? You don’t think I see the way he looks at you? The way you let him lean into you, whisper in your ear?”

His jaw clenched.

“Do you think he can touch you like I did?” His voice dropped lower, barely above a whisper. “Think he can even attempt to please you?”

Your breath hitched.

Your fingers curled into fists at your sides, knuckles whitening. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you forced out.

His lips quirked up—not in amusement, but something far crueler.

“Liar.”

Your stomach flipped.

You hated how easily he unraveled you.

Sangwoo exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through his hair. “I shouldn’t care,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “I told myself I wouldn’t.”

You swallowed hard.

“But then I see you with him,” he continued, his voice quieter now. “I see you laughing, smiling, and I—” He cut himself off, exhaling sharply as if disgusted by the confession sitting on his tongue.

Your pulse pounded in your ears.

“You’ve been punishing me,” he murmured. “All these months, Ive been trying to forget, trying to pretend it never happened—but it did. And here you are pulling this shit right in front of me.”

His fingers twitched.

“And it still matters to you…”, you intended to ask but it came out more like a statement.

Sangwoo inhaled sharply, and before you could react, his hand shot out—grasping your wrist.

Your breath caught.

His fingers, long and slender, wrapped around your skin. Not tight. Not pulling. Just holding.

A mistake.

A reckless, dangerous mistake.

But neither of you moved to stop it.

“You don’t get it,” he murmured, his voice lower, almost pained. “I broke the rules for you once.”

Your throat went dry.

His fingers slid down, tracing your palm before hesitantly releasing you.

Then, barely above a whisper—so quiet you almost missed it—he admitted:

“I think I’d break them again.”

Your stomach clenched.

Sangwoo exhaled slowly, looking at you as if he were already regretting saying it out loud. But it was there now. It couldn’t be unsaid.

For the first time in months, he wasn’t telling you to forget.

He wasn’t telling you to leave.

Instead, his voice was quiet. Measured. Unsteady.

“Stay, it’s your turn to be punished.”

You take a tentative step in his direction, testing the waters. Sangwoo blinks slowly, looking you up and down, “You stay there”, he commands while walking to the lecture hall door. He locks it with a flick of his wrist and returns.

He sits on his chair behind the large desk he often spends hours sitting at. He spreads his thighs, patting them expectantly.

You take this as a sign to straddle him but he immediately grunts in dissatisfaction. “No, bend over my knees, face down ass up”.

You flush at the command, all self respect fleeing your body as you comply without a second thought.

Tch tch

He clicks his tongue mockingly, all while lifting your skirt up to expose your plump ass, barely covered by a tiny thong.

“Now did you wear this for me or him”, Sangwoo asks, a scowl etched onto his features.

“You Sangwoo, always for you-”, before you could finish your sentence a loud smack echoes throughout the lecture room. Before you can even register the pain another red hot slap lands on your bottom, leaving you breathless.

“It’s sir”, he commands, a shit eating grin already overtaking his features.

“Y-yes sir”, you respond.

“Good fucking slut, finally you do something right. Maybe I should’ve done this right away, then we never would have had that silly little problem huh?”

You simply nod, his words going in one ear and out the other. Sangwoo pulls your hair harshly, forcing your head back to look at him.

“Speak when you’re spoken to”, he commands, his other hand landing another firm slap to your stinging ass.

“Yes sir-“, you moan as he kneeds the sensitive flesh, “-wish you would’ve done this sooner.”

He nods in approval, forcing you off of his legs and pushing you against his desk.

You can hear him unbuckle his belt and all but shake with anticipation. You’ve waited oh so long to feel him again.

Suddenly his swollen tip is prodding at your entrance, your thong pulled to the side. Sangwoo lets out a heavy sigh and declares, “I’ve waited way too damn long to do this again…now tell me have you been whoring around campus or is the last time your pussy got stretched with me?”

“Y-you sir, haven’t done anything since that night”, you splutter out, backing up into him, hoping he’ll just push in already.

“Good girl, that’s what I like to hear”, he says right before completely bottoming out in one harsh thrust.

Sangwoo doesn’t start out gentle, he keeps thrusting into you slowly but oh so roughly. You swear you can feel him reaching spots even he didn’t hit last time.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as his hands grip your hips with a bruising force. He scoffs at your desperate mewls, “I won’t last long sweetheart so you’re gonna take what I give you and be grateful, ya?”

“Yes sir”

Sangwoo can feel his glasses slipping down his nose as his pace quickens. The entire room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and its filthy.

“Please don’t stop sir I’m close”, you beg as you feel that all too familiar feeling within you.

He doesn’t stop. His hands gripping you even tighter as he grits his teeth, cock twitching as your gummy walls suck him in.

“Fuck, it’s like this pussy was made for me, can’t believe I stayed away for so long”, he gasps out.

That’s all the praise you needed to reach your peak. Your walls spasm around Sangwoo and he continues his assault on your insides, coming to an abrupt stop as you feel his warm seed fill you up.

The both of you are a panting mess and he runs his hands through his own hair, pushing him glasses back up his nose.

When Sangwoo finally pulls out he sighs and looks at your pathetic form in front of him.

“Clean yourself up and we’ll have a serious conversation about how this arrangement is gonna work.”

[errruvande]

Kang Ha Neul for W korea, January 2025

[lafiola]

The Recruiter x Fem!Reader [PART 1]

cw: gun play, blood kink, forced oral (f receiving), forced kissing, non-consensual touching, sadism, dead dove: do not eat, non-consensual masturbation, stalking

!!: the tags correspond to the second part, but I'm leaving them here just in case

I'm going to die tomorrow, and if you find this, it's probably too late. It's embarrassing that I don't know you, and you don't know me, but I hope you can have some empathy for my fate; and maybe somewhere where I can be happy, that will help me have some compassion for my next life.

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The tiny letter you had left as a pitiful legacy had been left behind; on one of those stone benches in the enclosed park, where the tramps used to go to sleep. You thought that many of them would pay no attention to it, and lost sighs during each word would be of no use, but you did it anyway: you leaned the paper in a corner, pressed by a stone so that the wind would not blow it away. Your letter was going to be read; at least the first few words. That was enough.

Your death was going to be disastrous, that was certain. You had chosen one of the highest bridges, the one over one of the busiest avenues. When it was three or four o'clock in the morning you were going to jump off it; your body would crash to the asphalt, interrupting traffic, and your brains would paint the pedestrian crossing where a group of police and assigned professionals would soon come to inspect your remains. Quite dramatic, to be sure, but memorable.

You were still a bit sad to die like that; with so many people watching. That was what you wanted most of all: to die. It was as simple as that. But who could assure you that no one would record you? Who would forget you at the end of the year? People really die when they are forgotten, because what is man but the result of a social construction; and if at least one human being could have a fragment of you in their memory, engraved like your flesh against the rough ground at the dry impact of the fall, something so simple and brutal, how could you really disappear? You were to be the icon of an ephemeral internet star; some pitiful soul representative of the underdogs, those unable to do what you would do in a couple of hours.

You didn't want your soul locked up in limbo, in the same world where you could no longer find your spouse. You wanted to go with them.

You felt it deep inside you; in that corner so easily mistaken for the heart. You knew that they had died long ago, after they had returned and disappeared again to play those infamous games they talked so much about. Big money, they said; that there was a big prize for whoever could make it to the finish line. Many people in one place, like rats, and prey to some strangers with morbid ideas.

True or not, your spouse had no longer returned home. Dead or missing with the supposed prize. It didn't matter to you; you had spent every last penny to pay off your debts. Debts that were not really yours, but no one else's either. It was just you, the bridge... and the stranger in the suit underneath. 

Someone in the middle of the street.

A car or two honked their horns from time to time as they passed by the man. He kept looking up at you. You couldn't quite make out his features, but you'd bet it could be grief judging by his free hand raised in the air; between his fingers a piece of paper that suddenly reminded you of your letter. You felt ashamed again.

‘’It's not safe to stand on the edge of such a high bridge!‘’ he shouted. You could hear a smile in his voice.

You didn't answer, but as soon as you saw him head for the stairs leading to the bridge, you jumped down to make a dash for the other end. Your plan now was to escape. If the man caught up with you, you were going to have to explain yourself or, worse, face the police or paramedics, as you had sometimes seen with other cases of interrupted suicides. You didn't want to face up to something so overwhelming. Death shouldn't be overwhelming!

Halfway down the stairs you stumbled, and had to grab the handrail with both hands. Your body slammed sideways into the rest of the steps, and your thighs burned with the friction of the icy metal. Wearing shorts had not been a good choice. When you got to your feet as soon as you heard another call, you went back down step by step until you hit the street, and didn't look back before catching your breath and running as fast as you could; your heart in your throat, and your name in the wind, spoken by a stranger's voice with a laugh akin to that of a friend.

The stranger in the suit who seemed to know you, and whom you had never seen before in your life.

Night was already coming to the city. You had to keep your eyes open and gather your courage to cross the emptier streets; you avoided bars, restaurants or crowded areas. Your goal was to escape the pair of hurried footsteps behind you. He seemed to be about to catch up with you.

Said and done, a hand with strong fingers grabbed one of your arms, and made you stumble to the side. Your back hit one of the walls of a closed alley. When you opened your eyes, the pain clouding your vision, it took you some time to notice the imposing figure of the stranger in front of you. He was panting as much as you, but he smiled consistently while arching his eyebrows.

The sound of his briefcase hitting the floor startled you. Seconds later, your letter appeared in his free hand again.

“It’s yours, isn’t it?” he asked in a choked murmur. A few strands of hair fell into his face, accentuating his darkened eyes. His sallow skin glistened under a sheen of sweat. “The letter—it’s yours.”

“How do you know my name?” The only sensible thing you could think of to say was that. Tiredness and nerves interrupted something in your head.

His hand released your arm, caressing your bare skin to soothe the pain. It was an instant. Your letter ended up in your hands; the stranger fixed his hair, jacket and shirt, and then took his distance. You were about to repeat your question, when the name of your spouse came out of his mouth.

Name, age, address and debt. You immediately jumped at the last part.

"I've already paid off that debt!”

"I know," he nodded, "That's not why I've addressed you.”

"And why did you chase me all the way out here then?”

"It has been deemed necessary for you to know of the passing of your spouse. They have left nothing behind; but perhaps this news is more than enough for you to be able to live in peace.”

His eyes fell on the letter in your hands. You shook your head, stretching your arms out to him. The paper trembled over your fingers as a breeze brushed against it.

"I have done everything I had pending so far," you replied. "What remains for me is the solitude of the early dawn, and with it, my impending death.”

“Solitude?” he arched his eyebrows again, dwarfing the smile. “You seek solitude on the busiest avenue to end your life?”

“It's not something you should be interested in.”

“It seems to me that you're afraid of dying alone,” he snorted. “In fact, I think you were waiting for someone like me to show up to save your life. If this is distressing, it's because of your lack of ability to make a good decision.”

You choked on your saliva. “Excuse me? What was that all about?”

Your name, your age and your address hung in the air after leaving between his lips. Lips that you didn't stop seeing until his voice faded into the night.

“How do you know so much about me?" you whispered. "What have you done to my partner?”

“What you would have done to yourself had you not been responsible enough for your own problems,” he replied. “Congratulations on paying off your debt.”

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A weirdo, that's what you thought of the stranger when you saw him leave. He was heading to the bridge again; possibly to recruit more people desperate for some money. Something like that was what you imagined all the time when you thought of your spouse. Had they suffered a lot in the process? Where had they been taken? Were they coming for you, or did the stranger really show up to announce your loss?

For a week you continued to ponder the idea of suicide, while living with paranoid scenarios at every suspicious sound or face. Sometimes you would turn around as you walked, looking for the same eyes in the crowd, and you would even look for a job to cover the cost of rent a little far from where you lived. Until you could sell that house you were going to keep hiding from a ghost.

You went back to the torturous routine; you fed when memories did not punish your mind, and slept when your heart no longer ached. No way did you ever cross the bridge again, let alone the adjacent avenues. You struggled to regain your composure until nothing helped: The Recruiter had returned at the three-month mark.

You found him on a platform, casually sitting in complete solitude. At least until you ran down the stairs. The train had already left, the stranger's eyes were on you, and there was nothing you could do when you had your body on the same surface. You didn't even look him in the face; you feigned ignorance, barely trembling when you heard him sigh very close to you.

“I haven't seen you again in a long time,” he said. “Was the suicide plan finally scrapped?”

You snorted to keep from letting out a dry, unfunny laugh. “I didn't want to run into you, and right now I realize I did the right thing.”

“Until now.”

When you turned to see him, he had his eyes on you again. It was an intense, opaque gaze, with a feeling akin to desire; something that made your skin crawl, and made you swallow dry. His smile didn't even feel polite anymore.

“You're really not going to take me?” you asked. “You're not going to do to me what you do to all those people?”

“What do you think I do to people?”

“They told me,” you continued in a broken voice. He arched his eyebrows, intrigued. “They told me about a ridiculous game with red and blue papers, and about the money and the slapping, too. Then they went home, and some time later disappeared again.”

“Well,” he shrugged, “it's not my fault. I never forced them into anything.”

“You killed them.”

“Oh, please,” he laughed. “I am a simple messenger. I bring the good news, and they decide. Nothing that happens next is up to me.”

“I don't believe you.” You let out a sigh, clasping your hands together over your lap. You kept your gaze on them. “What are you doing here, at the train station? What business is waiting for you?”

“Are you suddenly interested in me? How wonderful; I feel my cheeks burning.”

“You're ridiculous.”

The Recruiter's laughter broke the silence like an invasive melody. That made you nervous.

“Don't get any weird ideas about me!” you added.

“I've gotten a lot of ideas about you, but none really terrible,” he replies. “You're different from them; you're better. A lovely version.”

When you raised your head to look into his eyes, you found a slight smile on his face and a much warmer glow in his gaze. The Recruiter had leaned back, resting his back against the wall. Both legs slightly apart, and his hands on his thighs; his suitcase rested on the floor, brushing against one of his shoes.

The closeness of his right leg to your left leg did not make you uncomfortable at all, which might have generated some sort of embarrassment if not for the realization of his recent confession.

“You talk about me as if you know me,” you said. “Should I take that as a warning that I've been being investigated by a man in a suit?”

“You think that's sexy?” His smile widened as if fueled by the grace of a demon. That glint in his gaze returned to the same as before: dark and hungry.

"I think you are sick, and if you don't stop now, then I will go to the police.”

“Good luck with that,” he snorted. In one neat motion he rose from his place, and bent to pick up his suitcase before giving you one last look. “May the night be brief for you; I hope so with all my heart. I know you have not been sleeping well.”

“Because of you,” you growled.

The Recruiter let out another laugh, this time more charming. The echo continued even as he retreated on his way to the stairs, completely ignoring the arrival of the last train.

The idea that he had been resorting to the bridge to witness the resolution of your own grief made your hair stand on end. You didn't want to accept that someone so crazy was after you; but this man had clearly been tracking you, and you didn't know how much longer this situation would last without something terrible happening to you. How many women survived their stalkers? You were not going to be the exemption from a tragedy.

[aphrmoosun]

Squid Game S2

[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.

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“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.”

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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.”

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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.

[extinctlesspains]

Can i req se-mi fics? One particular one that i've been stuck with is instead of gyeong su, thanos and namgyu already recruited se-mi and min-su and hey need one more player and thats reader? Later on reader will help se-mi live etc etc,, idk if this is possible but if you can make it i'd love it!! Btw i love your sae-byeok fics, they make me twinkle my toes and twirl my hair😍

A/n: lol I'm glad my fics make you do that 😭 I hope you enjoy this one! 😘

𝑊𝑒'𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑚 [𝑆𝑒-𝑀𝑖]

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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: ʏᴇs ᴏʀ ɴᴏ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: sᴇ-ᴍɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ғʟᴜғғ, ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴏɪɴ sᴇ-ᴍɪ's ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs, sᴜʀᴠɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴇᴀᴍᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ. ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ ғɪɢʜᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ sᴀᴠᴇ sᴇ-ᴍɪ ғʀᴏᴍ ɴᴀᴍɢʏᴜ’s ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ, sᴏʟɪᴅɪғʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏɴᴅ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɢʜᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴠᴇs.

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ, ɢᴀᴍᴇs.

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Life had hit its lowest point when the card arrived. The ominous pink envelope bearing three shapes promised salvation—or doom. You knew it was a mistake to follow the masked soldiers, but desperation led you to the dormitory filled with hundreds of others in green tracksuits.

Your number was #457, and survival was your only goal.

Among the chaos, Se-mi and her team stood out. The cold, calculating woman approached you with a sharp gaze that seemed to see right through you.

“We need one more,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. Beside her, Namgyu smirked, while Thanos and Min-su remained silent but intimidating.

“Why me?” you asked.

“You look like you can handle yourself,” Se-mi replied simply. “And we don’t have time for second-guessing. Are you in or not?”

You nodded, sealing your fate.

The haunting tune of the giant doll's voice echoed in your ears.

"Red light..."

You froze mid-step, every muscle locked in place. A man near you stumbled, his body crumpling to the ground as the sound of a gunshot filled the air.

"Green light..."

You ran in short bursts, your breath coming in gasps. Se-mi moved like a predator, her steps calculated and fluid. Behind her, Namgyu and Thanos stayed close, their expressions hard and determined.

Min-su faltered at one point, but you grabbed his arm, steadying him. “Keep moving,” you hissed.

When the timer hit zero, you collapsed onto the dirt, alive but shaken.

“You did good,” Se-mi said, crouching beside you. Her approval felt like a small victory.

The second game was pure chaos: an obstacle course with mini games designed to test coordination, skill, and endurance. Your team of five was bound together by ropes, forcing you to move as a single unit.

“Focus,” Thanos growled as the first mini game, ddakji, began.

Walking with four other people and playing games, was agonizing, the ropes tugging and pulling at awkward angles. Thanos took the lead, his commands sharp and unyielding.

The flying stone came next, with Min-su playing. The games went on until...The final game, Jegi. Every game was a gamble, the ropes threatening to drag you onto the floor and preventing you from going any further.

Nam-gyu slipped, nearly pulling the team down, but Se-mi's and Thanos' grip was iron-strong as they yanked him back.

When you finally crossed the finish line, exhaustion hit like a wave, but relief quickly followed.

“You’re tougher than you look,” Namgyu said, offering you a rare grin.

The announcement of the third game sent the room into a frenzy. Players were given seconds to form groups into the number that would be announced. Anyone left out would be eliminated. "Three." The voice announced.

“Stay together,” Se-mi ordered.

Splitting up briefly, you found a timid man looking lost amidst the chaos. You brought him back to a room just in time.

The masked soldiers marched in, shooting away the stragglers. Their screams were a grim reminder of what failure meant.

“Well done,” Se-mi said, her rare smile making the moment feel less dire.

After only three games, the main area went to hell.

The dormitory became a battlefield. Makeshift weapons were wielded with brutal efficiency as alliances dissolved and chaos reigned.

Namgyu’s betrayal was sudden but not entirely unexpected. He cornered Se-mi, his eyes dark with desperation.

“You think you can escape this place so easily?” he snarled. He was referring to Se-Mi switching to the X side.

Se-mi fought back fiercely, but Namgyu’s strength overwhelmed her. You saw it happen from across the room and didn’t hesitate. Grabbing a metal rod, you charged at him.

“Get away from her!” you screamed, swinging with all your might.

The impact knocked Namgyu to the ground, dazed but not unconscious. Se-mi staggered to her feet, blood trickling from her temple.

“Thanks,” she muttered, her voice shaky.

“We’re not done yet,” you replied, pulling her up.

Together, you faced the oncoming threats, fighting side by side. Se-mi’s quick thinking and your unrelenting determination made you an unstoppable pair.

When the soldiers finally in, the surviving players collapsed in exhaustion. The room was eerily silent, save for the gasps of those who’d made it through.

Weeks after the games ended, you and Se-mi sat on a quiet beach, the sound of waves crashing against the shore. The prize money had changed everything, but the scars of what you endured lingered.

“Why did you save me?” Se-mi asked, her gaze fixed on the horizon. It was an odd question. The game ended weeks ago, so why was she bringing it up now?

“Because we’re a team,” you replied. “And because I couldn’t let you go.”

Se-mi didn’t respond, but the faint smile on her lips said more than words ever could.

You survived together, and that was enough.

[cherubsangwoo]

the way sang-woo and gi-hun were eye fucking each other during the final meal.

[catarufermecat]

relationship goals: have my partner look at me the way In-ho looks at Gi-hun