#thanos x myunggi

[hmmpup]

thanggi art dump cuz i never post it on tumblr. idk if anyone here fw thanggi the tag is rather quiet….🥀 but anyways i love them lots. my beautiful yaoi . I forget that myunggi is kinda universally hated so i’m always thinking to myself “why is thanggi so underrated…” NOBODY LIKES THIS GUY. THATS WHY PUP.

[carnalcrows]

TENSION - THANOS & MYUNG-GI

pairing: thanos x male!reader x myunggi

synopsis: Two enemies walk into a bathroom to fight, but end up leaving as flustered teammates—with you as the surprising middle ground.

content warnings: 18+, bottom reader, top myung-gi and thanos, blowjobs, bathroom sex, threesome, exhibitionism, dacryphillia, fingering (reader receiving), anal, rimming, reader is taken from both ends.

word count: 1.1k

A/N: link to the request

The bathroom reeked of mildew, the dim lighting doing little to soften the jagged edges of tension cutting through the air. Myung-gi was pressed up against the cracked sink, his wiry frame taut like a spring ready to snap. Thanos loomed over him, his jaw set and fists clenched, a storm brewing in his dark eyes.

“Keep running your mouth, and see what happens,” Myung-gi spat, his voice low but sharp enough to cut.

Thanos tilted his head slightly, a small, dangerous smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You think you’re tough, huh? All bark, no bite. You’d fold the second someone pushed back.”

“Try me.”

You stepped in before things spiraled out of control. “Alright, enough,” you said sharply, shoving yourself between them. Your hands pressed against their chests to create some space, though you felt the coiled tension in their bodies beneath your palms. “You really want to do this? Because if the guards hear so much as a peep, neither of you is walking out of here.”

Thanos’s gaze flicked to you, his intense glare softening just enough to let you know he wasn’t about to flatten you. Myung-gi, on the other hand, was still bristling, his breaths coming fast and shallow.

“Why do you even care?” Myung-gi snapped. “This has nothing to do with you.”

“Because you’re both being idiots,” you replied, keeping your voice steady despite the pounding in your chest. “You’re acting like this is going to solve anything, and it’s not. You’re just making everything worse for yourselves.”

There was a pause—a charged silence where the three of you stood frozen, the only sound the faint hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. Myung-gi glanced at Thanos, then back at you, something unreadable flashing across his face.

“Maybe we just need to... let off some steam,” Myung-gi muttered, almost too quietly to hear.

Thanos raised an eyebrow, the tension in his posture shifting into something else entirely. His eyes locked onto yours, dark and unrelenting. “He’s not wrong,” Thanos said, his voice dropping an octave.

Your heart skipped a beat as their gazes bore into you, the weight of their combined attention making your breath hitch.

“Wait, what are you—”

“C’mon,” Myung-gi said, a faint smirk creeping onto his lips. “You’re always stepping in, trying to fix everything. Let us handle this... our way.”

Before you could protest, Myung-gi’s hand curled around your wrist, pulling you closer. His other hand cupped your jaw as he leaned in, his lips crashing against yours with a force that made your knees buckle. The kiss was hungry, desperate, as if he were pouring all of his pent-up frustration into it.

A low hum of approval came from Thanos, who stepped in behind you. His hands gripped your shoulders, grounding you as Myung-gi’s lips moved against yours, his kiss messy and demanding. Thanos leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. “Don’t forget about me,” he murmured, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine.

He tilted your head gently, his lips finding yours with a surprising tenderness that contrasted Myung-gi’s fervor. The two of them alternated, their touches and kisses a chaotic, intoxicating mix of need and heat. Myung-gi’s hands roamed your sides, pulling you closer, while Thanos’s fingers tangled in your hair, guiding your movements with deliberate ease.

The stall felt impossibly small, their bodies pressing against yours from both sides. The tension that had filled the room earlier dissolved, replaced by something electric and undeniable.

“We have to be quick, the guards might show up at any moment”, Myung-gi whispered, alerting you.Thanos seemed relaxed, as he slowly pulled your track pants and boxers down to reveal your erection. 

He held your chin and tilted it towards him for a kiss, while Myung-gi slowly lifted you up and onto his lap entirely. His fingers circle the rim of your hole, feeling the tight ring of muscle puckering and clenching around nothing. His breath hitches as his fingers pushed past the ring of muscle and into your ass. He could hear you moaning and whimpering from the sudden intrusion.

 Thanos took the opportunity to turn you around so that your stomach was facing the ground, and you were looking up at him, all doe-eyed.

“Stay still, pretty boy, " he commanded, before pulling down his pants, revealing his leaking cock. You understood, and began to suckle on the angry tip, giving it kitty licks before taking it down your throat. Thanos let out a breathy moan, and held onto your hair, tilting your head in such a way that his length hit the back of your throat at every thrust.

At your other end, Myung-gi felt that he had prepped you enough, so he stood up and removed his aching cock from its confinements. A glob of his spit fell right on your asshole, making you whimper around Thanos’s cock at the cod sensation, only turning him on even more.

Myung-gi slowly pushed his tip inside, which caused your eyes to roll back with pleasure. Thanos, seeing this, got turned on even more and his thrusts became more vigorous.

“Fuck—so tight; Junhee was never like this when we were together…God–” You mumbled around Thanos’s cock, while the man was babbling nonsense (partially out of all the pills he had consumed.

“Shit– never expected to get into an orgy in this shithole.” You moaned around his dick, and the vibrations around it caused Thanos to come undone in your mouth without warning.

“Take it all– my boy,” he exclaimed, looking at your fucked out face as Myung-gi was still taking you from behind. Myung-gi’s thrusting was getting sloppier, and as soon as you came, so did he, pulling out at the last second before painting your ass a pearly white.

They both hesitated for a moment, before pulling out of you from either end. You whined at the emptiness, before Myung-gi took your discarded track pants to wipe off his load from your ass, before handing the cloth back to you to wear.

Ew.

When the three of you finally emerged, the dim bathroom light made the disheveled state of your clothes all the more obvious. Myung-gi looked smug, his shirt untucked and his hair a mess. Thanos, ever the stoic, adjusted his collar as if nothing had happened, though the faintest smirk tugged at his lips.

The few players lingering outside stared, their expressions a mix of curiosity and disbelief.

“Mind your business,” Myung-gi snapped, pushing past them with a swagger in his step.

Thanos said nothing, but his gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, dark and unreadable, before he followed Myung-gi out.

You stood there for a second, catching your breath and trying to process what had just happened. Whatever it was, you knew one thing for certain—it wasn’t something you’d soon forget.

© carnalcrows on tumblr. Please do not steal my works as I spend time and and I take genuine effort to do them.

[lyrjuuus]

[subongharem]

posted today my fanfiction of thanggi and I hope you enjoy it

→ 1/? (4,1k)

→ top thanos/bottom myunggi

→ male pregnancy, forced pregnancy, genital change, boy pussy, vaginal sex, enemies to lovers, dubious consent, manipulation

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63137623/chapters/161691565

[pacofprunes]

SQUID GAME REACTIONS — finding you injured after a night of attacking and fighting

CONTAINS — thanos x reader, daeho x reader, myung-gi x reader, namgyu x reader, gi-hun x reader, inho x reader, se-mi x reader, ali x reader

WARNINGS — injuries, mentions of death, the bathroom scene takes place in the women’s bathroom (or still the male depending on your gender), reader implied to be a girl in namgyus, squid game

your group had tried to stay together throughout the night in case something like this would happen, but with the amount of players, it was inevitable that at least one of you would come out of the night with multiple injuries.

you couldn’t tell who, but another player had knocked you to the ground and had busted your lip before you felt a sharp pain on the side of your neck. you put your hand up to it and felt a cold wetness. before your attacker could finish you off, the guards came in, shooting in the air, demanding everyone to stop. when the lights are on you look at your hand that you had used to touch your neck and it was covered in blood, and the person in front of you had a sharp needle like tool in their hand. the guards had patted you all down, taking every weapon everybody had. once the guards had finally left, announcing all the players who died, that’s when they realized. where were you?

KANG DAEHO

you hear your name being called before turning around and seeing daeho running to you, pulling you into a tight hug. his breaths getting cut off, trying to stop himself from crying before he pulls away and looks at you, fully grasping your injuries. the bottom corner of your lip busted in a deep shade of purple. your neck still dripping blood. he reaches his hand up to your face, grazing the injury on your lip before you pull it into your mouth behind your teeth. the pain starting to settle in as you scrunch your eyebrows together in discomfort.

“i’m so sorry.”

tears start slipping out of his eyes as he holds his hand on your neck, moving it and seeing his palm painted red. you open your mouth to speak but he just pulls you to one of the beds and forces you on it, taking his jacket off and holding it against your neck. he’s just stuck staring at the purple painting your lip and you cup his face in your hand, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“don’t cry.”

you wipe the silent streams pouring out of his eyes. he pulls you into a hug, still making sure the jacket doesn’t fall off of your neck. he mumbles something into your back.

“this isn’t right.”

you pull away, holding him by his shoulders.

“what?”

“i should be the one comforting you right now, not the other way around.”

you scoff, sending him a small smile and a playful smack to his chest despite the sting in your neck. you pull your hand up to your neck, right where daehos hand is and hold it, giving it a small squeeze and he smiles at you. he lets go of your neck, letting you hold his jacket there before he cups your face with both hands, placing a kiss to the corner of your lip where it was injured and then placing his head against yours.

“i won’t let you get hurt again, i’ll die before i let that happen.”

you give him a less playful hard smack to his shoulder, causing him to move back from your face and hold onto his shoulder. letting out an ow. you point your finger at him.

“don’t say that stupid shit again. if you die, i die. if you get out of here, i get out of here, okay? promise?”

you pull him back into a hug and he rubs his fingers through your hair. he takes a deep breath.

“okay, i promise.”

HWANG INHO / YOUNGIL / PLAYER 001

the moment he realized you weren’t near him, he found a guard and told them to end this whole thing. if you’d died, he’d never forgive himself. the moment he finds you, he grabs you by your shoulders and strokes his hand through your hair and moves down to glide his hand over your lip.

“are you okay?”

you were going to nod and brush it off but he notices you were holding the side of your neck so he grabs your hand and moves it and upon seeing all of the blood painting your neck, he stares for a few seconds before you put your hand on his shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“who did this?”

“youngil—”

he goes to cut you off to ask the same question but you stop him.

“it hurts.”

he softens his gaze before pulling you into his side and walking with you to the bathroom. upon arriving, he lifts you onto the sink counter before turning the water on. he walks into a stall and grabs a long strip of toilet paper, getting it wet before putting it on your neck, watching your face furrow in pain before you open your mouth.

“thank you.”

“you don’t need to thank me.”

he feels the slightest bit of guilt. knowing he’s not telling you who he really is. he’s in love with you, you could’ve died today, and unlike the actual games, he couldn’t have saved you from death. the bleeding finally stops and he uses a dry strip of toilet paper to dot up the leftover blood before taking your hand and helping you jump down from the sink. he still keeps a hold on your hand before he lets go. you look up at him before pulling him into a hug. saying another thank you into his shoulder. he doesn’t say anything back, trying to disassociate and act like this isn’t happening. he doesn’t want to feel guilty, he doesn’t want to love you, but he can’t help it. he simply just brings his hand up to your back and rubs it, letting out a heavy stressed out breath. god, what was he gonna do about you?

SEONG GI-HUN

he’s yelling your name the whole time and as soon as he catches sight of you he pulls you into a hug, immediately crouching down to be directly at your face level, cupping your face tightly in his hands. afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go. the moment he notices your neck, he quickly puts his hand overtop of it before he just looks down at the floor, stifling a sob, whispering something under his breath, but you could hear him.

“i can’t lose you. no, not you too…”

you quickly pull him into a hug and he stands up straight before squeezing you even tighter, face in your jacket, balling his eyes out. for so long he’s kept his emotions under wraps since the first games, but coming so close to losing you, he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“you won’t lose me ‘ssangmun-dong’”

he pulls away, looking at you with teary eyes, his face absolutely drenched and he actually lets out a small laugh at that nickname, causing you to smile back. you run your hand through his hair before wiping it across his face and then gripping his arms, glueing them to his sides.

“don’t cry over me, okay? i’m still alive. if i keep looking at you like this, i think i’ll cry.”

he quickly wipes his tears and smiles at you and you laugh, only making his smile wider. he grabs your hand in his, squeezing it tight before pulling it up to his face.

“okay, but—”

he points his finger at you, as if scolding a child.

“don’t leave my side again or i’m sure that i’ll cry even harder than this.”

“deal. unless i have to use the bathroom.”

“no arguments there.”

THANOS / PLAYER 230 / CHOI SU-BONG

you had gone off to the bathroom, and not long after, the speakers start saying player numbers. he was too high out of his mind to connect the dots, but as soon as he sees you walk out of the doors up front all bloody and bruised and everybody yelling and fighting about what happened, he’s immediately running up to you, grabbing you by your shoulders, shaking you.

“who the fuck did this to you?”

you keep your mouth shut. if you’d told him, he’d definitely kill them. he goes to walk away and starts yelling at the other side, but you slap his shoulder, grabbing his wrist and pulling him behind the beds.

“stop. the more you fight, the worse things are going to end up.”

he looks at you, eyes going down to your swollen lip before his face softens. he presses a kiss to it.

“but they can’t—”

you press a hand to his mouth, waiting for his talking behind your palm to stop before you finally remove it and press your palm on your neck. he looks down at your bloody neck, staring for a few seconds before speaking.

“you’re not gonna die, right?”

you scoff.

“no i’m not gonna die yet you big dummy.”

he pulls you into a light hug.

“don’t say yet. you’re not gonna die at all.”

he pulls away and shakes his nails in your face.

“remember, the great thanos will protect you.”

NAMGYU / PLAYER 124

the moment he hears player numbers being called and realizes you were in the bathroom, he immediately stands up and starts messing with his sleeves, worried that one of the numbers called was yours and he just wasn’t listening well enough. as soon as people start flooding into the room bloody and screaming, his eyes dart searching for you before seeing you argue with some girl. her threatening to finish you off and you both throwing insults. he rushes over, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away before then pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. he just stays like that with you for a long while before you have to force him away.

“are you okay?”

he scoffs, looking at your lip and then your neck.

“i should be asking you that.”

“it just hurts. not deadly.”

he bites his lip back before rubbing his hand on the wound on your neck, dabbing the blood with his sleeve.

“you’re too reckless.”

he mumbled that and you just laugh under your breath. he lifts your chin up to look at him.

“next time, you let me do the fighting, okay?”

you give him a look. a look that says ‘no way’ and he can read it easily despite the drugs in his system. he rolls his eyes.

“god, you’re gonna be the reason i die here, not these games.”

you smack his shoulder and he just pulls you into a side hug, patting your back.

MYUNG-GI / PLAYER 333 / MG COIN ★

as soon as he sees you walk out of the doors with everybody and he sees the blood painting your neck, he immediately runs up to you, pushing you over to a wall.

“what the hell happened?”

you open your mouth to respond but stop yourself upon seeing the worry and stress in his face.

“god, are you okay?”

you let out a shaky breath.

“it hurts, a little. i’m more shaken up then anything.”

noticing the tears starting to roll out of your eyes, he pulls you into a hug.

“myungi, i’m scared.”

he pulls away before placing one hand on your shoulder and staring into your eyes.

“i know, but you’ll —”

he cuts himself off.

“we’ll, be okay.”

you start fidgeting with your hands, but he stops you, putting your hands in his.

“okay?”

you nod your head slowly before he pulls you into him again. he’d take this place more seriously. he’d take you guys, your relationship more seriously. he wouldn’t let anything happen to you again.

SE-MI / PLAYER 380

the moment the lights are on and she’s not fighting anybody anymore, she frantically goes looking for you. she knew namgyu hated her, what if he killed you because of her? she couldn’t live with that. so the moment the lights come on and she sees you, she immediately pulls you into her.

“se-mi, are you okay?”

she pulls away.

“i was so scared i’d lost you.”

you take her hand in yours and squeeze it.

“i wouldn’t leave you in this place by yourself, promise.”

she laughs, rubbing the bruise over your lip softly, as if trying to wipe it away.

“you shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep, especially in here.”

you grab her wrist, and she pauses her glides over your lip.

“i’m being serious. as long as you’re here, i have a reason to stay alive.”

she sends a smile your way before she moves her finger up to her lip.

“okay. i’m putting my trust in you.”

she puts a hand on your shoulder, and you give her a reassuring smile before pulling her into a side hug. you were going to get out of here together.

—

ALI ABDUL

he was probably one of, if not the strongest person in that whole place. which is exactly why he was a main target when the fights broke out. you had been behind him but he was practically getting dog piled by people and couldn’t keep you near him. as soon as the lights turned on and the guy that was on top of him surrendered from the sound of gun shots, his head was immediately whipping around the room to look for you, before finally spotting you behind one of the toppled over beds. as soon as the guards finished patting everybody down, he immediately ran over to you, pushing past sangwoo and the moment you saw him you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. the moment he pulls you back and notices your lip he cups your face with both of his hands, staring at you intensely.

“oh my god—baby i’m so sorry—”

his eyes lower down to scan you more and they meet the large gash in your neck. he immediately lets go of you, taking his jacket off and tying it around your neck frantically. trying to keep it tight, but not tight enough to choke you. now it’s your turn to hold his face in your hands, he’s all bruised up as well, but still focused on you.

“look at you ali! you’ve got bruises all over you!”

he pulls you into a hug and holds your head, keeping it against his chest.

“stop. don’t worry about me. please.”

you pull away.

“you can’t just say that ali! that’s not fair! we’re in a game of death and sure, i could’ve died, but that’s not what i’m thinking about, it’s you!”

you press your head against his before speaking.

“baby, you can’t be so selfless. especially in here.”

you move your hand up to his cheek.

“you can worry about me, you can take care of me, but, i get to do the same with you.”

you look him in the eyes now. waiting for his approval. all he can do is stare into them lovingly before realizing you’re waiting for an answer and he bends down to your level, rubbing his hands on both your arms.

“yes, okay. we’ll stick together. i promise you.”

he gives you one of his smiles and within the darkness of this whole situation, he still managed to brighten up the whole room with that smile. squeezing your hand in his and you squeeze back.

[yanxidarlings]

Seriously considering adding Squid Game to my writing roster after season 2, there's too much potential and I can't get over the cast

[ferrarifinnick]

MANSCAPING! | SQUID GAME HEADCANONS

how they each tend to their gardens…

includes: sang-woo, junho, myung-gi, thanos (beginning of each section is bold and coloured for clarity)

pairing: squid game men x f!reader

warnings: language, male and female anatomy descriptions, gender expectations and stereotypes ???, established relationships implied.

a/n: i’m in such a headcanon phase lately, and i have so many ideas. if you have any, do share them and i’ll like 99% likely post it asap. also how hot is it imagining sang-woo being all smooth and soft when you’re running your hands down his abs to his—sksksk

— SANG-WOO

reputation is of the utmost importance to SANG-WOO, and the way he best controls this is through his appearance; hygiene included. his suits are pressed and only worn if wrinkle free, just like his hair is combed, styled and washed every single morning without fail. so it comes as no surprise that beneath the privacy of the clothes he wears, he is as equally well taken care of.

he shaves his face every couple of days, but once a week he’ll do his chest down under the waistline of his boxers, too. it’s become a routine, and one he’s meticulous about, at that. he frequently changes the blade of his razor to prevent bumps, uses a premium shaving cream, and even pats down the area with a perfume-free after shave.

you like to call him obsessive, and maybe he is, but it’s all because he’s chasing that gleam of approval in your eyes when you pull down his slacks. and also, it’s his way of putting effort into his image, in a way that only you are privy to.

— JUN-HO

JUN-HO is less high maintenance than sang-woo. he likes a sprinkle of stubble, even thinks it looks better on him than clean shaven. the way his pubic hair blends perfectly into his happy trail on his lower abdomen, it just looks right. masculine in a way he likes, but not unruly. but when his pubic hair starts growing that little bit too long, he’ll clean it up with an electric shaver, the kind you shave the hair on your head with.

it isn’t something he notices until it’s too long, so he’ll usually do it impulsively. expect to hear vibrating behind the closed bathroom door one random afternoon, but make sure to knock before stepping in to investigate, because jun-ho likes his privacy when manscaping.

you would have definitely walked in on him before, expecting to see him using one of your vibrators for some private relief with all intentions to help. but seeing him shaving was somehow more embarrassing for jun-ho. something about being caught with his pants down, holding a mirror under his balls while trimming them, felt worse. so just knock in the future, yeah?

— MYUNG-GI

yeah, shaving isn’t MYUNG-GI’s speed. that razor’s for his face, and if it touches anything else, he will incinerate it. that goes for you using his razor, too! don’t let him know you’ve used it to shave your legs or underarms, and dear god don’t let him know it’s gone between your legs. his little pathetic heart couldn’t take it.

he’ll buy your own razor if he ever finds out, and it’ll be the most obnoxious shade of pink just so he can put it next to his blue one as a reminder not to fuck up like that again. but don’t think badly of him, okay? it’ll be one of those fancy scented ones with the built in lubricant that glides over your skin.

so while he won’t shave his pubic hair, he will control it by trimming down his bush like a well kept hedge in a garden. he treats his pubic hair like a staple of his masculinity, and expects you to like it as well. if you don’t, keep it to yourself. he doesn’t want to hear it anyway.

— THANOS

there’s only one style THANOS is rocking, and that’s au natural, baby! he doesn’t care to put an ounce of effort into controlling the chaos around his manhood, because why should he? he’s not a girl, he doesn’t have to live up to the same laborious expectations to be plucked bald like a chicken, so why on earth would he? it’s stupid to expect otherwise, and he won’t be afraid to say that to your face if you bring up the topic of him manscaping.

after all, it saves him time, money, pain, and honestly, if you have a problem with it, he’s going to question just how into men you really are. he’ll tell you only real men have pubic hair like him, manly men who are better than those other guys that are too feminine for his liking.

he’d make you feel so stupid for having a preference that isn’t him, and won’t hesitate to laugh you out the room if you disagree. but if you get all sad, he’ll half-ass an apology and roll his eyes, then suggest you get on your knees and learn to appreciate his manhood.

i’m just saying… if i saw any of these men in a towel, i wouldn’t care what the f they have going on down there just gimme. like, comment, reblog. love <33

[lovemepartly]

when he cheats on you ✩ squid game characters

warnings: 18+, some smut. swearing, toxic relationships. mentions of cheating, drugs, and drinking. 

featuring: my favorite asshole characters - namgyu, thanos, and myunggi 

a/n: this is an old draft but i haven't had time to write, sorry! this is different than what i normally write, so lmk what you guys think. i hope to post a request tmr! also, these are examples toxic relationships. please don’t ever stay with someone who does any of these things to you or cheats on you. 

here are some headcanons i wrote of thanos and namgyu where they are actually nice boyfriends!

namgyu ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

(based off a headcanon i wrote here)

it happened at the club. 

you and namgyu had been together for a year or so now, and going clubbing was part of your relationship. it wasn’t the best relationship you’d ever had. but you were young and he had a similar lifestyle to yours. on top of that, the sex was great. 

one saturday night, you saw him at the club. he was sat at the bar, drink in hand, with a girl on his lap who he was aggressively making out with. his free hand was positioned perfectly on her ass. he was drunk and you knew that. this was almost inevitable, considering the nature of your relationship, but it didn't change the way you felt. 

with the feeling of rage coursing through your veins and alcohol swimming through your system, you approached the nearest guy to you. 

“hey,” you said, flashing him a smile. “you’re really cute. wanna make out?” 

the guy’s eyes widened but he nodded eagerly and you pressed him against the wall, connecting your lips to his. he was a good kisser and his hands shamelessly roamed your body. 

suddenly, a strong arm firmly wrapped around your waist and pulled you off the guy. it was namgyu. he gave the guy a dirty look, shooting daggers at him, but didn't say anything, only tugging you away from him. he dragged you into the club bathroom. when he let go, you noticed your wrist was red with his fingerprints. 

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he gritted through his teeth. 

“me? you had a girl all over you like 10 minutes ago.” you retort. 

namgyu just shook his head, running a hand through his hair, but there was pure anger in his eyes. “you’re unbelievable.”

“aw, aren’t you sweet?” you tease. 

“listen,” he mutters, his hand making its way to the back of your neck and firmly pulling you towards him. “i don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing, but you belong to me.”

you scoff. “yeah, right.”

his hand on the back of your neck moves to your mouth, his fingers lightly brushing your lips, before he sticks his thumb in your mouth. you suck on his finger intuitively, looking up at him through your eyelashes. he loved it when you did that.

“on your knees.” he muttered suddenly, and pushed you onto the bathroom floor. he began to undo his belt before dropping his pants and boxers. 

you grab his semi-hard length and pump it a couple times before taking him in your mouth. he’s more aggressive with you today than usual, you notice. he holds your head down and thrusts into your mouth, a small smirk appearing on the corner of his lips every time you gag and when tears begin to form in your eyes. 

but if this was his form of punishment, you certainly didn’t mind it. 

thanos ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

he doesn’t even tell you. it’s not until you open your phone one morning to countless of missed calls from your best friend and thousands of notifications on social media that you realize. 

there’s hundreds of headlines, thousands of people’s eyes suddenly on your relationship. you click on the first headline. “famous rapper thanos seen with new girl while touring. could this be the end of his longtime relationship?” 

despite the tears burning your eyes, you continue reading. attached in the article are several blurry images of your boyfriend kissing some girl at a restaurant bar. if it wasn’t for his unmistakable purple hair you wouldn’t be so sure that it’s him. surely there’s got to be an explanation you think. your hands shake as you dial his number. he picks up almost immediately. 

“baby?”

“i saw the headlines.” your voice comes out in a shaky whisper. 

you hear him sigh on the other line. “it’s not what you think.”

“so what, then? you just kiss all your girl friends?”

“shut up!” he bellows on the other end. “you don’t get it. i’m flying you out here so we can talk properly.” 

he hangs up without another word. within a couple minutes you receive screenshots from him with your flight information. he really wasn’t kidding. 

the paparazzi is rough, especially when you arrive at the hotel thanos is staying at. a bodyguard has to shield you from paparazzi lunging at you and the flashes are enough to give you a headache as they berate you with questions. 

“are you and thanos over?”

“did he really cheat on you?”

“are you here to end things?”

you stay silent and upon entering the lobby are escorted to his room. you knock on his door, and thanos opens the door almost immediately. still standing at the entrance of his door, he wraps his arms around you, holding you close, and burying his face in the crook of your neck. you squirm a little, trying to push him away, but he only tightens his hold on you. 

when he finally pulls away, he cups your face in his hands. a small tear rolls down your cheek, unable to stop it, and he brushes it away, before letting you into his hotel room. 

it’s messy but you don’t see any traces of the girl’s stuff in there, so hopefully they didn’t sleep together, you think. thanos sits on the bed and gestures you to come sit beside him but you shake your head, opting to stay pacing around the room. 

“i bought you something,” he finally breaks the silence and points to a bag on the desk. “open it.”

you reluctantly open the bag and find the most beautiful necklace you’ve seen. it’s gold with tiny pearls adorning it. it’s an expensive necklace and one you’ve mentioned to him before - you’re surprised he even remembered.

your breath hitches but you turn to face him and whisper shakily, “a necklace isn’t going to fix this.”

“i know,” he mutters in response and stands up, walking across the room to where you’re standing. “it’s not what it looked like.”

“what was it then?” you plead. 

he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “it doesn’t matter, baby. that’s all in the past. it’s only you and me,” he grabs your face, pushing a stray hair out of your face.

you look down at the floor, unsure of what to say. “look at me,” he says, and your eyes reluctantly meet his. “it’s always going to be you and me.”

he grabs the necklace out of your hand and turns you around slowly, clasping it onto you. you don’t protest. he places a soft kiss to the back of your neck before turning you around again. 

“let me take you out to a nice restaurant.” he says. you nod. 

you two leave the hotel hand-in-hand. the paparazzi is extremely aggressive, loudly yelling intrusive questions and smothering you with blinding flashes. 

the necklace was nice, and you’re sure the restaurant was going to be nice too, but in terms of your relationship with thanos - you don't know what the future holds for the two of you. 

myunggi ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

the worst thing with myunggi is that he decides to tell you himself. if it wasn’t for him admitting his mistake to you, you would’ve never known. and that scares you. 

you had been dating myunggi for a while and because he was a famous youtuber, he often attended influencer parties or events. you preferred staying at home and didn’t join him for those parties often. 

on one particular night, you got tired waiting for him to come home and decided to fall asleep. the next morning you awoke to find him curled up in bed next to you, tangled in the sheets. you ruffled his hair slightly and placed a soft kiss to his forehead before slipping out of bed and into the kitchen. you decided to get started on breakfast, getting out all the ingredients you needed. soon, you heard the sound of feet shuffling and a half-asleep myunggi appeared. he was obviously tired but made his way to you, placing a soft kiss to your lips. 

“you look tired,” you smiled. “how was the event last night? sorry i didn’t stay up. i was tired.”

“mmh,” he ran a hand through his hair. “it was okay.”

you took his lack of response as a sign of being tired and got back to work. “i need to tell you something,” he said suddenly, barely loud enough for you to hear.

“what is it, baby?” you asked, turning towards him.

“i got drunk last night,” he mumbled. “i didn’t even… i didn’t even know how much i was drinking.”

you frowned, unsure where he was going with this. 

“there was this girl - i don’t even know who she is,” he added quickly. “and i kissed her.” his gaze shifted from the floor to you, trying to gauge your reaction. 

you stayed frozen. he did what? 

upon your lack of response, myunggi decided to keep talking: “it was so stupid, i didn’t mean to do it. you know that. i would never cheat on you.” he took a step towards you, grabbing your hand, but you pushed him away. 

“what do you mean you’d never cheat on me? you just told me you kissed someone else.” you replied shakily. 

“no but i- i was drunk.” he reached for you again, this time grabbing your hands tighter so you couldn’t push him away. he brought your hands to his lips, kissing them softly. 

“myunggi…” you feel your eyes well up with tears. “i don’t know what to tell you.”

“don’t say anything,” he murmured, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, “let’s just move on. i love you. this isn’t me, you know that. i love you.”

he dropped to his knees quickly and buried his face in your lap, arms wrapping around your legs. “i love you.” he said once more, his words muffled. 

you didn’t try to push him away, just let him latch onto you. when he finally looked up at you, his eyes were glassy, like he was about to cry. 

the way he looked at you almost disgusted you, how could he be telling you he loves you and crying when he’s the one who cheated on you? 

“i’m sorry,” he’ll whisper again. “you know i love you.”

[pianocat939]

CHAT HEAR ME OUT-

So I'm currently writing Yandere headcanons for player 333 (Myunggi), and I was thinking,

What if I make a post where Thanos and Myunggi are fighting over MC? Like considering their already past tensions I feel like I could really cook something up.

Thoughts? Opinions?

(The dualities of who I'm down bad for, really.)

[stimtfil]

why looking so pretty when talking shit like this?

my boys thanggi and namsu🫶🫶🫶🫶

a piece from my fic

but it's thanos/namgyu/minsu actually

[midnite-c6]

do the carpet match the drapes 🤨

[soxciety]

chapter two. unknown place

summary. When Song Ha-Yoon wakes up in an unknown location, only to find out she has to play games to win a substantial amount of money.

word count. 1420

contents

The soft melody of classical music was the first thing Ha-Yoon heard when she woke up. The girl groaned as she used her hands to clear her eyes. Once her vision was clear and she was fully awake, Ha-Yoon sat up, only to find herself in an unfamiliar place. Her eyes darted around the room, surveying her surroundings, while her hands gripped the blanket tightly.

The room she was in was a bright, rectangular space with metal-framed bunk beds lining the walls. She noticed other people waking up, all dressed in various types of tracksuits. Ha-Yoon looked closer and saw a number on the left side of their jackets. When she glanced down, she realized she had been assigned the number 127. A weight in her pocket caught her attention, and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she reached in to discover a hard object. Pulling it out, she found it was the wooden duck her brother had carved for her some time ago. A smile graced her face as she reminisced about that moment.

On October 15th, 2022, Ha-Yoon celebrated her 17th birthday. Her parents had arranged for her and her younger brother, Song Ju-Won, to attend a wood carving workshop, also known as whittling, and she couldn't be more excited. Wood carving has been one of Ha-Yoon's passions since childhood, and she proudly displays a collection of her work in her room. She refers to them as her prized possessions.

Knocking the girl out of her thoughts was her younger brother tapping her shoulder to inform her that they had arrived. Ha-Yoon stepped out of the car with a smile, trying to conceal her excitement as she already knew what she was going to carve. The night before, Ha-Yoon and her brother had decided to carve something for each other and then swap their creations once they were both finished. She had chosen to carve a tiger, a symbol of bravery in Korea, because her brother had been diagnosed with Acute Myeloid Leukemia, a type of blood cancer. Ju-Won had been undergoing extensive rounds of chemotherapy, and Ha-Yoon wanted to give him this tiger as a sign of his courage during this challenging time and to encourage him not to give up.

A loud blare of an alarm jolted Ha-Yoon from her thoughts, a frown etched on her face as she recalled that moment, her hands nervously fiddling with the carving. After placing the duck back into her pocket, Ha-Yoon decided to follow the other players. She climbed down from her bunk and maneuvered her way toward the forming crowd, managing to push near the front. The doors at the front slid open, revealing around nine workers, all dressed in pink jumpsuits and black masks adorned with various shapes—most featuring circles, while the one in the center displayed a square.

The square worker stepped forward and said, "I would like to extend a hearty welcome to all of you." Ha-Yoon frowned, feeling uneasy about the situation. "Everyone here will participate in six different games over six days." Faint murmurs could be heard as the square worker spoke.

"Those who win all six games will receive a handsome cash prize." As soon as the cash prize was announced, Ha-Yoon noticed people's eyes brighten with excitement.

"Excuse me," a slightly deep voice interrupted the square. Everyone turned to see where the voice originated, with Ha-Yoon rising onto her tiptoes to get a better view. She spotted a woman with a sleek black bob and the number 120 emblazoned on her jacket. 'She's so pretty,' Ha-Yoon thought. Player 120 stepped down, saying, "You said I'd be playing games, but you practically kidnapped me. How can I believe that?" The crowd shifted their attention back to the front; she had a valid point.

"I apologise. Please understand that it was necessary to maintain the game's security." Square continued.

Another voice calls out from the crowd, "What's with the mask then?" Everyone turns to see an older woman. "Is your face also a secret?"

The man beside her also shouted, "Yeah! Why are you hiding your face? Is this some illegal gambling house?"

"Even the dealers don't cover their faces in those places," the woman exclaims.

It falls silent once more, and the square begins to speak: "To ensure fair gameplay and confidentiality, it is our policy not to reveal the faces and identities of staff. Please understand."

While more people began to ask the worker questions, all Ha-Yoon could think about was how she was truly starting to regret her decision to come here. It was a man's voice next to her that brought her back to reality.

"What about my phone?" he asks as he pushes his way to the front. "Why did you take my phone and wallet? Give them back, please."

"We're keeping your belongings safe. We'll return them once the games are over"

"At least give me my phone. I need to check the crypto market. If I lose money, will you compensate me?"

"We will return it to you once the games are over." The worker repeats.

"I need to monitor the real-time prices! Do you know how much I've invested?" Ha-Yoon huffs, rolling her eyes and wishing he would just give up.

"Player 333, Lee Myung-gi," the square man announces, raising his arm to click the remote in his hand. The large television above them flickers to life, displaying footage of him playing ddakji with a well-dressed man. "Age 30, used to run a youtube channel called MG Coin. After convincing subscribers to invest in a new crypto coin called Dalmatian, causing losses of approximately 15.2 billion won, you shut down and disappeared." Ha-Yoon's eyes widened as she scanned the room, noticing several people looking shocked. One individual stood out: a man with purple hair and the number 230 emblazoned on his jacket. Ha-Yoon recognized him as the retired rapper, Thanos. His eyebrows raised in surprise and intrigue.

"You're wanted for fraud and for violating telecom and financial investment laws. Current debt levels, 1.8 billion won."

"Player 196, Kang Mi-na, 45 million won in debt."

"Player 120, Cho Hyun-ju, 330 million won in debt."

"Player 230, Choi Su-bong, 1.19 billion won in debt."

"Player 198, Jang do-yeong, 1.4 billion won in debt."

"Player 127, Song Ha-yoon, 17 years old, is here to clear her parents' debt of 1 billion won." Ha-yoon's eyes widened upon hearing her name. She blushed and lowered her head as everyone turned to look at her—some with expressions of pity and others in shock at her youth. However, the murmurs quickly ceased when the square man made an even more shocking announcement.

"Player 100, Im Jeong-dae, 10 billion won in debt." Shocked murmurs sounded out, everyone turning to find him. Ha-yoon's jaw dropped as soon as it was mentioned: 10 billion won?

"What are you looking at? Do you think it's easy to get a ten-billion-won loan? They don't lend that kind of money to just anyone! Only to those who are capable of paying it back." The voice behind Ha-yoon shouted, causing her to jump in surprise.

"All of you in this room have crippling debts and are now on a cliff-edge. When we first came to you, you did not trust us either. But as you know, we played a game and gave you money as promised. And so you trusted us and volunteered to participate according to your own free will." Ha-yoon sighed, shifting from one foot to another, getting bored of the talking.

"You have one last chance to decide. Do you want to live like a piece of trash, running from creditors? Or will you seize the last opportunity we are offering?"

The lights dimmed as a plastic, gold piggy bank, illuminated from within, descended from the ceiling, casting a warm golden hue across the room. Everyone looked up, their eyes widening in surprise.

"What you see now is the piggy bank where your valuable prize money will be stored. After each of the six games you will play, the prize money will accumulate in this piggy bank."

"How much is the prize money?"

"The prize money for the games is 45.6 billion won in total."

Ha-yoon's eyes widened; 45.6 billion won is more than enough to clear the debts and get Mr. Kim and his men off her and her parents' backs. She needs this money. A look of determination crosses her face as more thoughts swirl around in her head. 

She will win these games.  

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[alive-thanos]

Namgyu confirming?? Why has he seen it??!!?!??!!

He says he's vig.. vigil.. vii.. watchful.

[subongharem]

currently writing a mpreg fanfic of thanos and myunggi. It's a thousand words long for now, but I'm worried about how I'm writing myunggi's personality. there's not much I can say about him, but I imagine him as someone who's frustrated with thanos's advances and also with his dense attitude, pretending not to understand him just to irritate him.

the plot revolves around the fact that after having sex with thanos, myunggi wakes up with his genitals changed, and with signs of pregnancy that he only discovers later, but he wants thanos to help him get back to normal. although thanos seems to pretend not to know what it is about.

[pacofprunes]

(reaction) unintentionally riding the squid game characters, let’s mingle ! 둥글게 둥글게 !

contains — myungi x reader, thanos x reader, namgyu x reader, daeho x reader, gihun x reader, ali x reader, junho x reader. smut , 18+ !

summary — going on the disco pang pang ride with the squid game characters and you end up on top of them (you gotta look up the ride to understand lol)

a/n — this prompt was firstly done by luvyeni with this fic here! i wanted to do this with squid game so this wasn’t my idea, all credits to them.

masterlist

KANG DAEHO / PLAYER 388

he is absolutely embarrassed and feels like a total perv. he was blushing so hard that he looked like he had a fever. he spews out apologies the whole time and is totally ashamed of himself as he uses his hand to cover his face once he felt his dick getting harder and harder, and when he could tell that you could feel him too, the shame he felt was too much. his precum starts seeping through his pants and he swears he’s about to actually cum if this ride doesn’t end soon and you don’t get off of him. he has to bite his lip back to stop any moans from slipping and he is absolutely not looking forward to speaking to you once this ride is over and he for sure isn’t looking forward to getting the pictures of this event back from the ride operator. this will be a moment that he thinks about daily. please don’t mention this to him ever again.

“god, i’m s’sorry…can this ride be over please?”

THANOS / PLAYER 230 / CHOI SU-BONG

he’s a shameless fuck, okay? he’s going to smirk up at you while he watches the blush paint all over your cheeks as you try to move off of him. “wow, you’re so thirsty for cock you gotta ride me in public?” all you can do is tell him to shut up. but as the goofiness wares off and the situation settles a little more on him and he can actually feel the tent in his pants, he starts grinding up against you and thrusting up a little, fucking you through your pants. bits of precum start leaking out when he can actually feel his dick hitting your tiny hole, and as soon as you two get off this ride, you both are going home.

“fuck, look what you did. you gonna help me out?”

SEONG GIHUN

he didn’t want to get on this ride in the first place, claiming he was too old but you had forced him onto it and right now he hates himself. he feels like a teenage boy getting hard at the sight of the slightest bit of skin showing on a girl. he refuses to look up at you and tries to push you off of him, but when you plop right back down on him, he swears he just came in his pants. “gihun—”, but he stops you from speaking anymore. “don’t! i— i don’t think i can do this much longer, i’m sorry—” he throws his head up towards the sky and then towards the ride operator thinking ‘why me?’. once you two get off of the ride and he can feel something dripping down his leg, he swears he’s gonna kill himself once you two get home. he can’t bare to look at you and he refuses to ask you to help him out with his ‘problem’.

“gihun, come out of your room! it’s okay, i understand!”

“please just let me wallow in shame…”

MYUNGI / PLAYER 333 / MG COIN ★

he doesn’t give a fuck. sits there like it’s completely normal. you’ll feel him hard, but it won’t be crazy noticeable. he’s not some horny teenager who just learned that girls don’t piss out of their ass, you won’t catch him cumming in his pants. but once you two get somewhere more private, he’s going to claim that he’s finishing what you started. but don’t think the situation isn’t turning him on completely. every chance you had to get off of him, he doesn’t let you. he holds you down on his dick by your waist and he smirks at the blush slowly spreading on your cheeks as you look at him with wide eyes. the way he speaks to you makes it seem like he’s claiming that you fell onto him on purpose.

“what? you came onto me. so help me fix my problem since you’re so needy.”

HAWNG JUNHO

not utterly embarrassed but he’s not too calm about it either. you certainly catch the blush on his cheeks, but with one hand he holds your hip down with a grip that falters from tight to light, as if he doesn’t know weather he wants to get you off of him or if he wants you to stay. but once he realizes that he doesn’t want the people around him to see how hard he is, he grips you close to him with both of his hands. you can feel his fingernails digging into you every now and then when there’s a particularly rough bounce and he has to squeeze his eyes shut. you could tell he was fighting demons in him, the sweat that was dripping down his forehead was concerning. when the rides over he makes you stand closely in front of him to keep his boner hidden, and you can feel it pressing right smack against your ass. when you turn around to face him, he has a small shy smile on his face, the light pink still dusting over his cheeks.

“sorry…do you think we could take care of this maybe and finish this trip another day?”

NAMGYU / PLAYER 124

he tries to play it off and teases you while laughing. “couldn’t go without my cock for two hours?” he even thrusts up a couple of times to tease you, but after awhile he realizes it’s not a joke anymore and when he can feel the precum threatening to leak, he realizes he’s just been teasing himself and he quickly snaps his head to the side and pushes a hand against your chest. what were you trying to do here? if you go to tease him back and grind on him as revenge he’s going to give you the absolute fattest glare.

“what? i thought it was a joke, right?”

“i swear i’ll push you into the center right now if you don’t stop.” (he’s not joking)

ALI ABDUL

he was super excited to go to the amusement park and try out this ride for the first time, but he certainly didn’t expect this to happen. everytime he goes to move you and you somehow wound up back on top of him, he honestly wants to cry from the shame. at first it was funny, but now it was clearly starting to get him excited. yeah it felt good but, “stop it ali, get yourself together…” he just felt way too bad and he ends up giving up on the whole situation and just has to cover his whole face with both of his palms. everytime that you laugh and say that it’s okay, he thinks it’s getting better, but then you bounce right back down and he can’t take it. he’s holding his precum back (i don’t know how at this point) and it’s making tears sting and prick his eyes. he knew he was gonna have to jerk off to fix this and when he was, he was totally going to imagine this, he knew it, and it made him so ashamed. he definitely mumbles some things in urdu that you don’t understand at all, but just know he’s shaming himself and throwing a few curses at himself.

“i’m so sorry. i’ll make it up to you, i swear. what is wrong with you ali?”