#yandere jun ho

[dollettiee]

𐔌 . ⋮ 𝓗𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

୧ 𝓢𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ୨ . . . your husband, romantic yandere! hwang jun—ho comes late to find you sleeping on the couch after tirelessly doing your housewife chores ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

୧ 𝓒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑/𝐒 ୨ . . . husband! hwang jun—ho x housewife! chubby reader, unnamed/oc baby

୧ 𝓒𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 ୨ . . . mdni. yandere, romantic yandere, soft yandere, chubby reader, petnames (yeobo, baby) could be seen as non—squid game au, fluff, bit angst, brief mentions of insecurities.

୧ 𝓝𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ୨ . . . almost teared up while writing this :<< requested by two people and one of them is @ilikebigredbus28 and anon !!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

the clock read 10:45 p.m.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Please write a Hwang Jun-ho dark yandere fic where the reader tries to escape but fails and he has to punish her (also if could, would you make the reader plus size)

Thank you 🫶❤️

You want it dark? You get it dark! <3

Wrong move

Squid Game masterlist

Yandere!Hwang Jun-ho x fem!reader

Cw/triggers: Dead dove do not eat, kinda dark, failed escape attempt, mild threats(?), possessive behavior, yandere themes, captive reader, non-con/dubcon, p in v sex, slight bondage, smut, not beta read.

His place was rigged with security measures, of course, he's a cop and his brother was an elite police, he wouldn't want to lose his lovely darling, so he had to ensure you stay put right where you belong.

You were almost out when you heard his car screetch to a halt outside, and you had to act quick, hiding in the spare closet in his living room, leaving the door just a tad bit open so you can peek through the slit.

The front door opened and he stepped inside, stopping in the door frame. "Love? You shouldn't do that, you know it will end up with me dragging you back here." he said threateningly, stepping further in, not bothering with closing the door behind him.

"You're hiding now? Fine, then I'll come get you." He promised darkly, stalking into the living room. Your heart was pounding in your chest like crazy, and if your breathing were to get a bit louder and heavier, you were sure he'd hear you.

Cold sweat started to run down your forehead, you had this only chance to get away from him and if you mess up you might never be able to get this far ever again.

Jun-ho walked past the closet, giving you the opportunity to make your move. With a quick rush, you sprinted out of the closet towards the still open front door. Your hope went up but it quickly flew away as you heard heavy steps behind you.

Just as you were about to make it outside, one strong arm wrapped around your middle and another hand clamped down on your mouth, dragging you inside.

Despite your size, Jun-ho held you down pretty easily and you felt like a ragdoll in his grasp.

Jun-ho kicked the door close and held you tightly against him, his lips moving to your ear. "Sweetheart you're not getting away that easily."

He dragged you back to your room, once there he threw you onto the bed, holding you down with his knee on your butt while one hand moved to grip your wrists and the other snapped handcuffs around them.

He ignored your struggles, too busy getting you undressed before flipping you onto your back and spreading your legs to expose your pussy to him.

Jun-ho stepped between your legs, rubbing his dick through his pants. "Is it that what you wanted? To be punished for being a bad girl?" he asked, slowly unzipping his pants.

He reached inside, grasping his half-hard cock, stroking it until it hardened fully, his hand moving to your pussy, rubbing your clit to get you nicely wet for him.

"Mmh, I love how wet you get for me, sweetheart." He smirked down at you, moving to position his cock at your pussy, rubbing the head along your well-wetted cunt before thrusting inside.

Jun-ho groaned, throwing his head back as he bottomed out, holding his movements for a moment before starting to thrust. "Shit, I should have fucked you way earlier, but your stupid escape attempt made it a good opportunity." he rasped, speeding his thrusts.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips. "I'd hate to punish you again, so you should better behave from now on." he whispered, his hands moving to grip your hips.

"I-I'm sorry, Jun-ho, I'll be good from now on." you moaned as his cock hit a spot inside you.

He smirked. "That what I wanted to hear. You'll see I only want to take care of what's mine." his hand reached out, rubbing your clit as he noticed your moans and breathing getting more frequent.

Your body betrayed you, and you felt yourself wanting more, arching your back to get more of him, feeling your orgasm approach rapidly.

Jun-ho rubbed you harder along his thrusting, feeling you tighten around his cock.

His pace had you spiraling before you clenched down on him and gushed all over his cock with your orgasm. Jun-ho kept thrusting, feeling his orgasm approach.

He slammed into you one last time before he released his load into you, collapsing on top of you while panting.

Jun-ho kissed your cheek. "That's what happens when you're trying to escape, sweetheart."

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Wishes to be tagged :) : @i-might-be-vanny @deepangelpartykid

[azulesworld]

Do you guys have tips on writing yanderes? 😭

tw: yandere behavior.

Gang I want to write a yandere season 2 squid games with a Sasha Braus! Reader but idk how to yanderify the squid games characters 😭. Like the reader is from poorer parts of South Korea and lives in a farm where she was raised and grows fruits, vegetables and hunts animals for food. And having her mom get murdered (just how like Go Ae-shin’s mom died in Mr. Sunshine) by the hands of the South Korean mob/gang when she was a baby and while her dad is an older and retired squid games pink soldier.

[trinittyy]

I'd pay an unbelievable amount of money for some dark/yandere Squid Game fics. The material is there. Hwang In Ho/Frontman (especially him), Thanos, The Salesman, Hwang Jun Ho/The Cop ,etc.

[player279achlys]

The golden rabbit's legacy (Hwang In-Ho/Frontman x fem! reader!)

Il-nam's granddaughter will prove herself worthy of being the next hostess, while someone becomes her loyal shadow.

EPILOGUE

Previous chapter: Chapter IX

Pairing: Hwang In-Ho/Frontman x Original!female!Character

Word count: 3,1k words.

Summary: In the shadow of her grandfather’s dark empire, Melinoe, a brilliant young woman in her early twenties, steps into a world of blood, betrayal, and power she was never meant to inherit. As the granddaughter of the infamous Oh Il-Nam, creator of the deadly Squid Games, she is thrust into a brutal legacy that demands she not only survive but thrive as its new hostess. Determined to honor her family’s name and prove herself worthy of the golden rabbit mask, she designs games more cunning and lethal than any before.

But power comes at a cost. Beneath her calculated exterior lies a woman haunted by guilt, trauma, and the faces of those she has condemned to die. And at her side stands Hwang In-Ho, the enigmatic Front Man—older than her, cold, and feared by all, except for her. Since the day he learned of her existence, In-Ho has been deeply, obsessively in love with Melinoe. His devotion is as intense as it is toxic, a tangled mix of desire and protectiveness that pushes him to control every aspect of her life.

As Melinoe rises to prominence, she finds herself navigating not only the deadly games but also the dangerous allure of In-Ho. Their relationship is a powder keg of suppressed emotions, forbidden passion, and fraught power dynamics. He would destroy anyone who comes close to her—including a charming, younger VIP who flirts with her one too many times. Yet, while In-Ho dreams of keeping her safe in his arms, Melinoe dreams of reshaping the games into something darker and more just—her own twisted vision of justice against the world’s worst offenders.

When the 33rd Squid Games begin, everything changes. With her grandfather entering the arena as Player 001 and Gi-Hun as Player 456, the games take on unprecedented stakes. As alliances crumble and bodies fall, Melinoe must contend with the weight of her grandfather’s legacy, the manipulations of the VIPs, and the unrelenting obsession of the man who would burn the world for her.

Will Melinoe rise as the queen of the games, or will the bonds of obsession and love be the end of her?

Warnings: MDNI!!!, Afab!, angst. Sexual language. Fear of losing someone. Smut (light kinda), grumpy x sunshine, dark romance, age gap, possessive, obsessed, paranoid and dominant In-Ho, daddy issues, yandere behaviour, jealousy, violence, murder, typical squid game stuff.

English isn’t my first language, if there are any mistakes, please forgive me. :)

The island was cloaked in its perpetual shroud of secrecy, the heavy sea air laden with an omnipresent foreboding. The aftermath of the games echoed in the minds of its survivors and orchestrators alike, but for Hwang In-Ho, the true game had just begun. He paced the control room, the sharp lines of his mask betraying none of the storm that raged within. Each monitor displayed fragments of the island's routines—the guards patrolling in crimson, the prisoners cleaning the bloodied arenas, and, on one screen, Melinoe.

She sat in her private suite, oblivious to his gaze. Her slender frame was draped in a black satin robe, her hazel-amber eyes scanning a book she held in her delicate hands. Even through the grainy footage, she was mesmerizing—a beacon in a world of chaos. In-Ho’s gloved fingers hovered over the console, aching to reach for her. To hold her. To make her forget everything but him.

But his thoughts were disrupted by the faint beep of an incoming alert. His brother had arrived.

Detective Hwang Jun-Ho had been a relentless shadow to Seoul’s criminal underworld for years, and his most recent pursuit was no different. His target: a convicted murderer who had escaped justice with the help of powerful connections. When Jun-Ho tracked the man to a dock at 3 a.m., the pieces began to fall into place. The whispers he had dismissed as urban legend—stories of a deadly game hosted on a hidden island—suddenly felt disturbingly real.

From the cramped quarters of the cargo hold on the ship to the island, Jun-Ho had kept his presence hidden. But as the ship docked and he saw the guards in their eerie crimson uniforms, the magnitude of the conspiracy became clear. He vowed to dismantle it, no matter the cost.

What Jun-Ho hadn’t expected was her.

Melinoe had stepped into the open courtyard for a moment of quiet. The moonlight bathed her figure, highlighting her sharp cheekbones and the defiant curve of her lips. She wore a flowing dress of deep emerald, a stark contrast to the island’s cold sterility. It was as if she were untouched by the darkness that surrounded her. 

Jun-Ho froze as he rounded the corner, his breath catching in his throat. She turned her head slightly, and their eyes met. It was brief—just a flicker of a glance—but it was enough to ensnare him. She was unlike anyone he had ever seen. A force of nature in human form.

For the first time since arriving on the island, Jun-Ho hesitated. He was here to destroy the games, to expose the horrors to the world. But the thought of harming her, of seeing her hurt—it was unbearable.

He didn’t know that In-Ho was watching.

From the surveillance room, In-Ho’s gloved fist slammed onto the console, the sharp crack echoing through the empty chamber. His brother’s face was unmistakable. It wasn’t just the sight of Jun-Ho that sent a spike of fury through him; it was the way Jun-Ho looked at Melinoe. Like a moth drawn to her flame. Like a starved man looking at a feast. A man who wanted what he couldn’t have.

In-Ho couldn’t bear it. He had spent years protecting Melinoe, sacrificing everything to ensure she remained his. And now, his brother—a man who shared his blood—dared to covet her?

The thought of anyone touching her, loving her, was intolerable. But his brother? It was betrayal on a level that made In-Ho’s chest burn with rage.

He made his decision then and there. Jun-Ho had to die.

The confrontation happened in the shadows of the arena, the steel walls damp with condensation from the sea air. In-Ho had removed his mask, his face a mask of cold fury. Jun-Ho stood opposite him, his weapon drawn but his stance uncertain.

“In-Ho,” Jun-Ho began, his voice laced with disbelief. “You’re alive. And… you’re part of this?”

“I’m more than part of it,” In-Ho replied, his tone devoid of emotion. “I’m its master.”

Jun-Ho’s eyes narrowed. “Then you’re a monster. These games—they’re an abomination. How could you—”

“You don’t understand,” In-Ho cut him off, his voice low and dangerous. “This world is cruel, Jun-Ho. It’s chaos. These games… they bring order.”

“Order?” Jun-Ho spat. “You call this order? Killing people for sport? For money?”

“You’ve already lost, brother,” In-Ho said, stepping closer. “You don’t belong here. And you don’t belong near her.”

Jun-Ho’s brow furrowed. “Her? You mean… The lady? She’s a victim in this, isn’t she? She doesn’t have to—”

“She’s mine,” In-Ho growled, his composure slipping. “You don’t get to speak of her. You don’t get to look at her.”

Jun-Ho’s eyes widened as realization dawned. “You’re obsessed with her. This… this isn’t love, In-Ho. It’s madness.”

“Yes, it is madness,” In-Ho hissed. Knowing that was Melinoe’s meaning: madness. And without another word, he lunged.

The fight was brutal. In-Ho moved with the precision of a man who had spent years mastering control, but Jun-Ho fought with the desperation of someone who had everything to lose. The clang of metal against metal echoed through the arena as their weapons clashed. But In-Ho’s rage made him relentless, and eventually, he overpowered his brother.

As Jun-Ho lay on the cold floor, blood pooling beneath him, he looked up at In-Ho with a mixture of sorrow and defiance. “She’ll see you for what you are,” he whispered. “A monster.”

In-Ho knelt beside him, his voice cold and steady. “She’ll never know.” And with a final thrust, it was over.

That night, In-Ho returned to Melinoe’s quarters, his hands still trembling from the confrontation. She greeted him with a soft smile, oblivious to the storm that brewed inside him. He crossed the room in long strides, pulling her into a fierce embrace.

“In-Ho,” she murmured, startled by his intensity. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said, his voice rough. “Just… don’t leave me.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she reassured him, but he silenced her with a kiss.

The tension between them erupted like a dam breaking. His lips were demanding, his hands roaming over her body as if trying to erase the memory of his brother’s gaze on her. She responded in kind, her fingers tangling in his hair, her breath hitching as he lifted her onto the bed.

Their lovemaking was fierce, a tempest of passion and anger and love. He worshiped her with every touch, every kiss, his devotion evident in the way he murmured her name like a prayer. She clung to him, matching his intensity, her whispered reassurances soothing the storm within him.

When it was over, they lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths mingling. In-Ho pressed a kiss to her forehead, his arms wrapped protectively around her.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “No one will ever take you from me.”

Melinoe looked up at him, her hazel-amber eyes filled with an emotion he couldn’t quite place. “And you’re mine,” she replied softly, her fingers brushing against his cheek.

For the first time that night, In-Ho allowed himself to believe it. She was his. And no one—not even his own brother—could ever take her away.

The room was bathed in the faint glow of the moonlight filtering through the slats of the blinds. In-Ho sat on the edge of the bed, his head bowed, his elbows resting on his knees as he stared at his gloves. Blood—his brother’s blood—still stained his thoughts, though it had long since been scrubbed from his skin. The act had been necessary, inevitable. That’s what he told himself. But no amount of logic could quell the churning storm inside him.

Behind him, Melinoe stirred, her hand reaching out to touch the broad plane of his back. Her voice, soft and laced with concern, broke the heavy silence. “You’re restless tonight.”

“I’m fine,” he replied curtly, though the tension in his voice betrayed him.

She sat up, the satin sheets pooling around her waist, and leaned into him, her bare skin brushing against his. “Don’t lie to me,” she said quietly, her tone gentle yet firm. “I can feel it. Something’s wrong.”

In-Ho turned his head slightly, enough to see her out of the corner of his eye. Her beauty, even in the dim light, was almost otherworldly. She was his salvation, his undoing. But how could he confess what he had done? How could he tell her that he had killed his own brother—not to protect the games, not even for the sake of the island, but because of her? Because the mere idea of Jun-Ho wanting her, touching her, had driven him mad?

“It’s nothing,” he said again, his voice softer this time. “Just… the weight of it all.”

She frowned, clearly unconvinced, but didn’t press further. Instead, she slid her arms around him, her touch grounding him in a way nothing else could. “You carry so much, In-Ho,” she murmured, her lips brushing against his shoulder. “You don’t have to bear it alone.”

He closed his eyes, letting her words wash over him. She didn’t know the depth of his devotion, the lengths he would go to ensure her safety, her happiness. And she never would. Some truths were too dark to share, even with her.

But the weight of his guilt—the love and madness intertwining like a strangling vine—was too much to keep buried. Slowly, he turned to face her, his dark eyes searching hers. “Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

She didn’t hesitate. “With everything.”

His chest tightened at her response, a painful ache blooming beneath his ribs. How could she trust him so completely when he was little more than a monster wearing the guise of a man? But her faith in him was unwavering, and he clung to it like a lifeline.

Without warning, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. It was slow and deliberate, an unspoken apology for the darkness that clung to him. She responded with equal tenderness, her fingers threading through his hair as she pulled him closer.

The kiss deepened, and the room seemed to shrink around them. In-Ho’s hands roamed over her body, his touch both reverent and possessive. He wanted to lose himself in her, to drown out the memories of what he had done with the warmth of her skin, the softness of her sighs.

Melinoe’s back met the mattress as he pressed her down, his weight grounding her. She welcomed him without hesitation, her body arching into his as if to remind him that she was here, alive, and his. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only her—her warmth, her breath, her heart beating in time with his.

Their lovemaking was slower this time, though no less intense. He worshiped her with every touch, every kiss, as though trying to etch the memory of her into his very soul. She whispered his name like a prayer, her hands gripping his shoulders as they moved together in perfect harmony.

When it was over, they lay tangled in each other’s arms, the silence between them heavy but comforting. Melinoe rested her head on his chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns along his skin. “You don’t have to carry it all alone,” she said again, her voice soft but insistent.

In-Ho tightened his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her hair. “I know,” he lied, his heart aching with the weight of the truth he couldn’t share.

Days passed, the island settling into its usual rhythm. The aftermath of the games had been meticulously cleaned, the bloodstains wiped away as though they had never existed. But In-Ho couldn’t escape the ghost of his brother, whose presence lingered in the corners of his mind like an unwelcome guest.

He found himself drawn to the surveillance room more often than usual, watching Melinoe as she navigated her role with grace and authority. She had become the queen of the island, her every move calculated yet effortless. The players feared her, the VIPs admired her, and the guards obeyed her without question.

She was untouchable.

But that didn’t stop In-Ho from keeping a watchful eye. His obsession with her had grown stronger since Jun-Ho’s death, the loss fueling his determination to keep her safe at all costs. No one would threaten her—not the players, not the VIPs, and certainly not anyone who dared to covet her as his brother had.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of crimson and gold, Melinoe entered the surveillance room. She approached him with quiet confidence, her hazel-amber eyes studying him intently.

“In-Ho,” she said, her voice steady. “You’ve been distant.”

He turned to face her, his mask concealing the flicker of guilt that crossed his face. “I’ve been… preoccupied.”

“With what?” she pressed, stepping closer. “You’re not the same. Something’s changed.”

He hesitated, the weight of his secret threatening to crush him. But instead of confessing, he reached for her, pulling her into his arms. “I’m fine,” he murmured, his voice low. “As long as I have you, I’m fine.”

Melinoe didn’t push further. She rested her head against his chest, her arms wrapping around him. For now, that was enough.

But deep down, In-Ho knew the truth: his love for her, his obsession, would never let him rest. And though he had killed his brother to protect her, the shadows of that act would haunt him forever.

She was his light in the darkness. But even light casts shadows.

As the weeks passed, the island seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief after the conclusion of the games. But within the walls of the control center, Hwang In-Ho’s torment festered. He watched Melinoe closely, ensuring she remained unharmed, unchallenged, and unaware of the truth.

Yet his guilt over Jun-Ho’s death began to manifest in subtle ways—his restless pacing, the tightening of his jaw whenever he thought of his brother’s final words, the sleepless nights spent staring at the monitors. Despite his outward control, his mind was a battlefield.

Melinoe noticed. She always noticed.

One evening, she found him in the control room, staring at a screen displaying a feed from the now-empty arena. The stark gray walls and bloodstained floors were a haunting reminder of what they both had endured. She approached him silently, her steps light, but he sensed her presence and turned before she could speak.

“In-Ho,” she began, her tone both questioning and firm. “You’ve been here for hours.”

He regarded her for a long moment, his dark eyes unreadable behind the geometric mask. “I had things to review,” he replied curtly.

“Lies don’t suit you,” she said, crossing her arms. “Something’s eating at you. Tell me.”

He stiffened, the weight of her words striking a nerve. “There’s nothing to tell.”

Melinoe’s expression softened, and she reached out to touch his arm. “You don’t have to shut me out, In-Ho. Whatever it is, we can face it together.”

Her touch was both a balm and a dagger, soothing his frayed nerves while reminding him of the secret he carried. He wanted to tell her, to unburden himself, but how could he confess to killing his own brother out of jealousy? Out of love for her? The mere thought made his chest tighten.

Instead, he shook his head, gently removing her hand from his arm. “You wouldn’t understand,” he said quietly.

She frowned, hurt flashing across her face. “Try me.”

In-Ho hesitated, his fists clenching at his sides. “I’ve done things,” he said finally, his voice low and strained. “Things I can’t take back. For you.”

“For me?” she repeated, confusion lacing her tone.

“Yes,” he said, his voice growing firmer. “For you, Melinoe. Everything I’ve done—everything I’ve sacrificed—it’s all been for you.”

Her brow furrowed, but she didn’t pull away. “In-Ho… what are you talking about? What have you done?”

He looked away, unable to meet her gaze. The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken truths. Finally, he said, “I protected you. That’s all you need to know.”

But Melinoe wasn’t satisfied. She stepped closer, her eyes searching his. “Protected me from what?”

“From anyone who would harm you,” he replied, his tone darkening. “From anyone who would dare take you from me.”

The intensity in his voice sent a shiver down her spine. She wanted to push further, to demand answers, but a part of her was afraid of what she might uncover. Instead, she reached up to remove his mask, her fingers trembling slightly as she revealed his face.

His dark eyes met hers, and for a moment, she saw the man beneath the façade—the man who loved her with an all-consuming devotion, who had built walls around himself to protect her. She cupped his cheek, her touch gentle, and whispered, “You don’t have to fight alone anymore.”

In-Ho closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. “You’re the only thing that keeps me going,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “Without you, there’s nothing.”

She pulled him into a tight embrace, her arms wrapping around his neck as she whispered, “I’m not going anywhere, In-Ho. I’m yours.”

The words sent a surge of emotion through him, and he crushed her against him, his lips finding hers in a kiss that was both desperate and tender. She responded in kind, her fingers tangling in his hair as he lifted her onto the console, their bodies pressed together as though trying to erase the distance between them.

The tension that had been building between them for weeks erupted in a fevered passion. In-Ho’s hands roamed over her body, his touch both possessive and reverent. Melinoe gasped as he tugged her closer, his kisses trailing down her neck and leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

“In-Ho,” she murmured, her voice heavy with need. “I’m here. I’m yours.”

Her words fueled him, his movements growing more urgent as he claimed her. He wanted to mark her, to remind himself—and the world—that she belonged to him. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her as they moved together, their breaths mingling as they surrendered to the intensity of their emotions.

It was rough but intimate, a collision of love and obsession that left them both breathless. When it was over, they remained tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and their hearts pounding in unison.

In-Ho rested his forehead against hers, his dark eyes locking onto hers. “You’re my everything,” he said, his voice trembling. “I’ll protect you, no matter what.”

Melinoe smiled softly, her fingers brushing against his cheek. “And I’ll stand by you, no matter what.”

But as they lay together in the quiet aftermath, In-Ho couldn’t shake the shadow of Jun-Ho’s final words: She’ll see you for what you are.

He tightened his hold on her, vowing silently that she would never know. She was his light, his salvation. And if keeping her meant carrying the weight of his sins alone, he would do it gladly.

For her, he would endure anything.

Even the ghosts of his own making.

And that’s a wrap! What a journey!

I didn't know I could be so obsessed as an adult until my Lee Byung-Hun obsession came back since 2021 (I was 20, now 23 ahhahaha).

Anyways, like always.

I love you, Achlys.

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Girl plss update😫🙏🏽

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Hiii love! I will come back soon I've just been so busy with these exams (hate it) and I haven't found time to write 💔 I promise I will come back and I'll try to catch up on requests

I've just been super busy... Hope you guys understand!! ❤️‍🩹 maybe I'll post tomorrow afternoon. Anyways thank you so much for the love 💕

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My Masterlist

The following characters is the ones I feel most comfortable writing for, and think I could realistically pull off. Feel free to request anyone for angst, fluff or smut<3

SQUID GAME:

Thanos

Hwang In-ho

Nam-gyu

Lee Myung-gi

Salesman

Park Min-su

Kang Dae-ho

Pink guard(s)

Stardew Valley:

Sebastian (I'm sorry he's the only one I care enough about to properly write for 😭)

You can request Bachelors as a whole but I'll only write separatly for Sebastian

Creepypasta:

Jeffery Alan Woods

Toby Rogers

Eyeless Jack

Slenderman

BEN Drowned

Blood Painter

SplendorMan

Obey me!

Mammon

Leviathan

Beelzebub

Simeon

You can request the cast as a whole but I'll only write separatly for them.

Ranfren:

Randal

Nyan

Nyan & Nyen

Visual Novel:

Error132 - Micah Yujin

14DWY - Ren

John Doe - John Doe

Blooming Panic - all

Your Boyfriend - Emo and older Peter

Need a Friend? - Friend

Glass Mind - Liu

The disastrous Life of Saiki K:

Saiki Kusuo

Kaidou Shun

Reita Toritsuka

+ anything random i feel like writing

If I'm not comfortable with your request I'll respond and answer why so you're not waiting for nothing!

Please flood my requests and I'll get to it eventually 🙏

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Season 2 Squid Game Men + Who Their Jealous of

Pairing: Squid Game x GN!Reader

Warnings: mentions of killing, murder but not yandere

Author's Note: This wasn't requested but I thought I would post something in filling for the requests I'm going to post after school and this weekend as much as I can before The Rookie season 7 comes out and I would like to write for that too. Also I'm sorry if this also sucks, because I didn't want to literally be the same for all

Squid Game Women's version will be posted soon!

Seong Gi-hun:

Is jealous of Young-il

Can't put his finger to it, but he doesn't trust him very well

He takes Young-il's silence as a threat sometimes and the way he looks at you

Before he joined the games, jealously or insecurity was never a problem for him

But after what he went through, murder isn't even a second thought for him anymore

Wants to tell Young-il off, but Young-il would know he's bluffing and even Gi-Hun thinks so too

Front Man/Hwang In-Ho/Young-il

Is also jealous of Gi Hun

Joined the games to stop Gi Hun telling the others how to win them

But after seeing you, his mission changed

Would try to get the chance to talk to you whenever he could; dormitory, breakfast or lunch time, before the games starts

But almost always Gi-Hun wants to talk to you. I mean who wouldn't

Tries to keep his composure calm but in his mind he wants to kill Gi-Hun

Thanos

Jealous of Min su and Lee Myung-Gi

He knows Min su is very quiet and probably doesn't have the courage to ask you out, but can't help he upset about it

Always watches Lee Myung-Gi to see if he's interacting with you

Hating on Myung-Gi for the crypto scam is one thing. But it's another if he's also interested in you

Always has you on his team and cusses anyone out for wanting to pair off with you or team up with you

Kang Dae-Ho

Jealous of Thanos

Hates it when he calls you señorita/señor

Wants to have the courage to just tell him off, but he's afraid of how he'll be perceived

Starts thinking he's not good enough for you

Lee Myung-Gi

Also is jealous of Thanos and hates him

Already lost Jun-Hee and can't bear the thought of losing you too

Sees Thanos tries to flirt with you and he clenches his fist so much that it sometimes hurts to hold anything afterwards

Jun-ho

Is expectionally a chill guy

Sometimes he has an off feeling about Gi-Hun

He also wants to take down the people on the island, but he's also concerned how close he might be to you or spending nights out watching the salesman

Will try to go with you every time you go out with Gi-Hun

Salesman

Is jealous of anyone that tries to get close to you, but mostly Gi-Hun

Especially that Gi-Hun has been looking after you and the salesman

Will take matters into his own hands if necessary, which he always thinks it is

Had compassion for Gi-Hun first, but knowing that he's been looking after you two, can't help but think of where to bury him

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GI-HUN / PLAYER 456 YOUR YANDERE.

What will happen if the previous winner of the games falls utterly and sickly inlove with you?

Pairing: Gi-hun x fem!reader (x In-ho)

Warnings: non-con themes, gaslighting, unhealthy obsessions, stalker-ish behaviour, sexual/perverse fantasies, slight somnophilia if you squint, groping, violent fantasies, barely read-proof.

Summary, Gi-hun as your yandere: Falling for you, his yandere profile (with nsfw), his jealousy of In-ho

Words in total: 3.4k

In-ho’s yandere profile over here!

Introduction.

Gi-hun is incredibly careful ever since the horrific death games he witnessed and survived. Paranoia followed him everywhere, the feeling of being utterly useless crept more and more to his head as another year passes by without any useable evidence or clues that brought him even a little closer to the people controlling and allowing these games and the dread that tried to lure him into simply giving up.

As he finally managed to join the games once more in firm belief that his hired team of investigators/hitmen and Jun-ho can track his exact location before his hopes were shattered for one another time as he discovered the missing chip in his tooth.

He spotted you for the first time during the Red Light Green Light game. As Gi-hun yelled instructions on when to move and when to freeze, his eyes found your precious face.

You were horrified, that was obvious. Your eyes were darting around in panic as more and more people were shot and bodies hit the floor, your hands shaking slightly despite your best effort to hold them still after seeing a woman get eliminated for having trembling hands, a strangers blood splattered over your face and tears threatening to run down your soft cheeks.

Gi-hun’s voice faltered for a moment. Glancing around and noticing that most people were over the finish line already, he rushed over to your side as quickly as he can and hooked your arm in his, practically dragging across the large hall to force you to move. Instinctively, you clung onto this stranger as he was guiding as carefully as he can to survival.

He released a deep breath he never knew he was holding as he gently lowered your shaking onto the dirt below. Seeing you cower and bow at his feet and thanking him over and over for saving him stirred something inside of him he hasn’t felt in years.

What exactly it was, Gi-hun doesn’t really know.

“You can get up, it was nothing. I am glad you are safe now.”

Yandere profile (SFW part).

- Overcompensating Generosity -

Gi-hun shares every single meal be gets with you. If you ever refuse or kindly decline his offer so he can have more for himself, he will come up with lies about allergies or feeling sick so that you can have even more. He worries that you might be malnourished or don’t have enough energy to live through and survive the next round of games.

He quietly stalks you from the side and makes sure you eat and drink everything up. If you ever complain about being full and sharing a little with Dae-ho or Jun-hee, Gi-hun will gently scold you for not eating properly, almost like a father would in a way.

His hand would ruffle your hair slightly in frustration. The kimbab he gave you was intended to be eaten by you, not… Dae-ho. No matter how much you grew fond of him. But your kindess and compassion to share does put a small smile to his face, even if it frustrates him.

“You shouldn’t be careless. Think about yourself first. Stop sharing your food with others.”

He completely contradicts his own actions by scolding you for offering Jung-hee or Dae-ho some of your share by giving you his own food.

Gi-hun doesn’t only share food but his clothes as well. If yours ever get bloody or if he catches you shiver just once, expect his jacket to immediately be wrapped around your shoulders or offered to you to wear it instead of your bloody one. He did consider giving you his t-shirt and going without one more than once after seeing your face scrunch up in disgust at the sight of someone’s blood on your shirt.

He wants and will do everything in his power to keep that frown of your face. Your smile lights up the whole bunkbed-hall and gives one more reason to keep going. It may sound depressing, but you gave him a reason to live and fight for survival. Even if you don’t know about it yet. He planned on leaving the rest of the money he had for his child and ending his life after the games. What other reason does he have to live for anyway?

Now he has. You are his reason to live. Gi-hun can provide for you, care for you, love , protect and worship you with every cell in his body, if you let him or not, he will find a way to fulfil his new purpose in life and Gi-hun will make you enjoy it.

- Persistent attention -

He is watching you every minute, every hour, every day and all day. Gi-hun insists on taking watch during the night and shooing Jung-bae off just so he can have a moment to himself to watch your adorable sleeping face. He takes mental notes on your sleepy expression, your soft pout, squished cheek as you lay on your side, your hair perfectly falling into place and how your chest was perfectly squished by the mattress or just lift up and down when laying on your back, synchronised with your breathing.

His fingers briefly brushed over your forehead to push some loose strands from your eyes so he can admire you further, a soft smile resting on his face. Watching you and knowing that you are safe brings makes his heart race a little slower when around you. One less thing to worry about.

For some reason, Gi-hun knows more about you than you do yourself. He can predict when you need to use the bathroom by watching what and when you drink. He knows your sleeping schedule and your favourite position to lay in. He knows what food you prefer despite barely mentioning it. He knows what to say to make you smile, his favourite expression on you, and how to comfort you when you are scared. Gi-hun also constantly “helps” you in a way that includes physical touch.

He might close your zipper up, his fingers briefly brushing over your chest, or tucking you into your bunkbed as if you were a child needing constant care.

Even if it may seem sweet from time to time, it does feel incredibly overbearing and annoying when Gi-hun goes ahead and “helps” you with eating food as if you’re not capable doing so yourself (embarrassing you in front of the others during the process) or offering you to go to the bathroom with you for protection, waiting outside with the guard while you did your business.

Somehow, even the stationed guard felt creeped out by him.

⁎⁺˳ — A mini scenario starts here. —

You were afraid to fall asleep at night despite Gi-hun assuring you that he will keep watch at all times. Your eyes were tired and heavy but your mind just couldn’t relax, couldn’t rest. No matter how hard you tried your own body forced you awake, believing that you are in immediate danger.

Paranoia kept swirling inside your mind as your eyes floated around the room. Did that shadow in the corner just move? Or was your exhaustion finally catching up with you?

“Hey.” Gi-hun’s voice ripped you out of trance like state as you flinched violently in surprise. His heavy hand carefully brushed over your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you as it rubbed back and forth slowly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

The soft red light of the X marking on the floor illuminated his face to the point where you could read his soft expression. Worry was etched into his face. “Can’t sleep?” His voice was mich quieter now, trying to provide a little more comfort. His hand slowly made its way down to your waist as it began rubbing gentle circles there. You slowly nodded your head as you shifted your position to carefully shake his hand off.

You rolled over onto your back and Gi-hun smiled slightly. His fingers brushed some hair strands out of your face, briefly brushing over your soft cheek to savour your warmth a little more.

“Let me…” Without asking, Gi-hun suddenly gently scooted you aside to make space for himself as he crawled into your bunk bed, wrapping his arms around your smaller body. His hand began running through your hair, untying knots and feeling their softness. You uncomfortably shifted under him. “I-I can sleep on my own—“ “It’s okay, I’ll stay here.”

His voice left little space for arguments, just as much as his arms did. They were tightly wrapped around your back and waist, pressing you so firmly against his body that you could swear he was trying to absorb you. His nose brushed over the top of your head briefly, nuzzling into your hair.

“Close your eyes, I’ll keep you safe.”

⁎⁺˳ — End of the mini scenario here. —

If you ever try to tell him about how uncomfortable it makes you when he keeps on treating you like you’re incapable of being independent and thinking/acting on your own. Gi-hun first on denies being so overbearing with you and insists that it’s all you’re exaggerating, mistaking his simple kindness for whatever you’re talking about.

“Why are you so unreasonable? I’m trying to help you stay alive in these games. Don’t you want to survive and go back home? Let me take care of this, of you. You’ll die without me.”

- Idealisation -

Gi-hun put you on a pedestal the moment you came into his life. To him, you embody perfection, kindness, beauty, patience… Everything good in the world. Whoever dares to taint your image just the slightest earns themselves a night visit by Gi-hun himself to force their eyes away from you (and everything else) forever.

He’ll downplay or outright ignore all your “bad” or “negative” traits, fully believing that you could never do or feel wrong. Even your tears, your anger, your fear makes him feel absolute euphoria since you blessed him with the opportunity to witness your emotions on full display.

He sees you as his saviour and the one who will cure all of his illnesses, mental and physical. You fill the void in the man’s heart and he believes, no, knows, that you will bring Gi-hun everything he ever longer for; happiness, stability, protection, hope, absolute love and eternal devotion.

He fantasises every hour about having a perfect future with you together; a rural house somewhere quiet and peaceful, a child or maybe children (wether you want them or not), worshipping the ground you walk on everyday and come home with a new bouquet of flowers whenever he returns from grocery shopping. A fulfilling family life.

If you ever voice something that would go against his fantasies and imagination, for example that you don’t even want to marry him, Gi-hun will become visibly depressed and deflated, going as far as stopping to eat until you comfort him and shower him in attention, encouraging his fantasies once more.

- NSFW -

Gi-hun cannot control his own body anymore to the point of constantly finding his hard on pressing against the damn pants of the track suit uniform. Concealing it is hard so he either uses your pillow to cover it up and letting it rest on his lap until it finally calms and goes down or he sneaks off to the bathrooms, basically pleading with the guard to let him use the men’s room in the middle of the night.

During masturbation, you are again the only thing on his mind. He teases himself my cupping himself by the base harshly, makes himself whimper broken parts or your name by brushing his thumb over his leaving tip and drown himself in the fantasy that you are right there, with him, your hand on his cock and furiously jerking him off while the lewd Schlick Schlick Schlick sounds echo through the bathroom.

He also likes using your belongings and things to pleasure himself. Your pillow, for example. Gi-hun secretly swapped it out with yours while you weren’t looking and now has it pressed between his thighs tightly during the night when everyone is asleep, pathetically grinding onto it, thinking about where exactly he went wrong again and again as thought of your soft lips leaving burning kisses all over his body, your soft voice whispering encouragements and praises into his ear before switching around and calling him your obedient slut as you edge him over and over.

Gi-bun bites down onto the thin blanket to muffle his pathetic whines as he coats the inside of his boxers with sprays of his warm cum, his head falling back and his eyes tightly shut, not ready to leave his fantasy just yet and open his eyes to find himself back in the damn death games. He cuddles onto the thin of his blanket as if it were you lying right beside him, comforting him after such a rough and unforgiving session of imaginary praise, edging and your soft coos.

He does get more and more perverted and rather desperate at times when his fantasies aren’t enough anymore. Gi-hun lets his hand “accidentally” brush over your backside before profusely apologising over for his honest mistake. You forgive him and wave it off of course. Your forgiveness and the way you wave it off so quickly pushes Gi-hun to go further, do more, *feel* more. His hand frequently brushed over your backside, his palms gently pat on top your chest after zipping your jacket close, his fingers briefly brushing over your soft thighs while you slept, lingering close to your core but never daring to outright touch it. Yet.

When it comes to thought of sex with, Gi-hun gets all shy when even thinking about doing it with you. He isn’t the youngest and his stamina is not the best either. It was a long, long time since he felt anyone else be wrapped around his cock than his own fist working up and down so what if he forgets what to do? What if you’ll be disappointed? What if you become disgusted by him and leave him forever? He doesn’t want to think of that so he finds himself content with just finishing inside his boxers, hand and all over your pillow.

Gi-hun gets incredibly ashamed of himself after cumming to the fantasy of you being there with him, encouraging him. He beats himself up over being so utterly in love with you, such a perfect, young woman. You would never love a middle aged man like him, he is sure of it. He knows he has to somehow make you love him, at least just a little. Make you learn to love him, accept his care, teach you how to pleasure him properly, keep you all to himself and shut you away from the world, all the perverts and men that ogle you when you simply exist.

The world is too cruel, too corrupted, too perverted for a naive thing like you.

- NSFW ends here -

Gihun’s jealousy.

The moment In-ho joined his little alliance group he immediately felt inferior to him. He is intelligent, charismatic, dependable, kind. Everything Gi-hun barely ever is. It’s no wonder you got so attached to someone like him, the way your eyes sparkle when In-ho begins to talk or explain something, how fascinated you looked after he put Thanos in his place by demonstrating his strength, how you complimented his kindness after he gave his milk carton to Jun-hee. It makes him feel sick and incredibly angry at his friend for seemingly no reason other than existing near you.

Gi-hun slouches in his seat and fiddles with his fingers as he watches you have some small-talk with In-ho during breakfast. He’ll compare himself to In-ho in every way he possibly can, from his appearance to behaviour and actions.

Gi-hun watches him closely and tries to study his gestures and the way he presents himself, subconsciously mimicking everything his does in hopes to appeal to you even more.

He’ll start over analysing every single, every small interaction between you, imagining and spiralling himself into dark thoughts. He somehow fully convinced himself that by you clinging onto In-ho during the six-legged game means that you are in love with him and will end up marrying him after the games (despite the fact that you held onto your life on Dae-ho and In-ho’s shoulders, scared you’ll trip. But Gi-hun is just focused on your touch with In-ho).

Gi-hun becomes much more irrational as he keeps switching back and forth between showering you in love and affection and accusing you with trying to sleep with In-ho. One moment he is happily sharing his meal with you, admiring your hamster-like cheeks as you chewed on the food he shared with you before passively-aggressively interrogating you about why you even looked at the other man.

“You and In-ho seem to get along really well. What’s going on between you two? Are you trying to seduce him?”

It rarely happens but Gi-hun does explode out of rage sometimes, mostly when you two are alone and after letting his chronic jealousy get suppressed. He’ll scream and yell, vividly gesturing around, accusing you of everything you can be possibly accused of; having sex with him, wanting sex from him, loving him, thinking about marriage, you thinking In-ho is soo much better than him, you seducing the man… Gi-hun would’ve gone on and on, yelling and screaming at your trembling form as you were totally confused on why he was so angry if not for a guard that stepped in and dragged him back into the halls of bunkbeds with the other players.

In-ho. In-ho. In-ho. Whenever you say In-ho’s name, Gi-hun could throw his guts out or snap his own neck. He both wants to die and murder someone whenever his name slips through your soft lips. It makes him want to break your jaw so you could never utter his name again or bash your head in to the point of not being able to think about anything but himself, Gi-hun, your caring and generous future husband you don’t know about yet.

⁎⁺˳ — A mini scenario starts here. —

“You seem awfully tense. Is everything alright, Gi-hun?” In-ho’s voice sounded sincere. He scooted a little closer to his friend and leaned forward to rest his arms on his thighs, a concerned look on his face.

Gi-hun didn’t bother to spare him a glance and kept his eyes glued to the ground below him as he kept clenching and unclenching his fist. “I’m fine. Just worried about the games and all.” He lied through his teeth and turned his face away from him, earning a hum from the man beside him. In-ho placed a warm hand on his shoulder and gave it a small pat.

“If you are worrying about your darling, don’t worry. She is too smart and fast, she’s a real fighter. We’ll keep her safe together though, won’t we?”That statement shook Gi-hun to the core. We? Who exactly is we? He turned his head to finally look into his eyes, trying to see if he was trying to joke or being serious right now. He’d thought about letting In-ho purposefully die in the next game if it means to finally end this friendship or whatever it was between you and In-ho, but he always felt ashamed to think of someone like that right after. But not right now.

Right now, staring at that man’s face, Gi-hun wished he could wrap his hands around his neck and shut him up forever. Cut off all the air and watch as the life leaves his eyes, personally making sure that he will never talk, look or even breathe your way. How dare he. How dare he touch you, how dare he make smile, how dare he make you happy, how dare he do the life-long-job Gi-hun assigned to himself and only himself.

Gi-hun’s thoughts spiralled further. Surely In-ho fantasises about you too. About how the fat of your ass jiggles ever so slightly when you walk, how your chest stretches against the fabric of your jacket, how beautiful you’d look covered in his cum, how it would feel to take and taint you as his and only his.

And yet, he forced his violent thoughts away and let out a small sigh. Gi-hun nodded and turned to look away from In-ho again, not able to bear to have bim in his sight without fantasising about bashing his skull into the bed frame until his brain was mush and never able to conjure another thought again.

“Sure. Let’s keep her safe.”

⁎⁺˳ — End of the mini scenario here. —

💠

Author’s note.

Oh wow, I wasn’t nervous about posting like this since the first time I ever posted. To be fair this is kind of my first time posting about something else than Demon Slayer, soo… Also, Dae-ho is my baby, my precious. I need to hold him and tell him that everything will be okay and that it’s okay to feel scared. 🥺 Poor baby is so traumatised. Anyways, rant about Dae-ho over.

Make sure to EAT, DRINK and SLEEP enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

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Masterlist

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Squid Game:

Complete: 1) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Hatefucking 2) Semi - Toxic smutty headcannons 3) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Headcannons (sfw + nsfw) 4) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Headcannons (fluffy) 5) Myung-gi/Player 333 - Headcannons (sfw + nsfw) 6) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Smut headcannons (breeding) 7) Cho Hyun-Ju/Player 120 - Headcannons (sfw + nsfw) 8) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong + Cho Sangwoo - mutual pining (nsfw) 9) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Yandere (three requests combined) 10) Kang Dae-Ho - Fool in Love 11) Kang Dae-Ho - Keep it quiet (smut) 12) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Piss Kink 13) Choi Wook-Seok - Flustered 14) Frontman/Hwang In-Ho - Favorites 15) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Puppy Hybrid!reader headcannons 16) Myung-gi/Player 333 - Headcannons (sfw + nsfw) 17) Se-mi/Player 380 - wuh luh wuh smut (2 requests) 18) Nam-gyu/Player 124 - Yandere smut Headcannons 19) Cho Hyun-Ju/Player 120 - headcannons (sfw + nsfw) 20) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Bathroom stall sex (3 requests) 21) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - easily manipulated!reader Headcannons 22) Kang Dae-Ho - Pregnant!reader headcannons 23) Cho Hyun-Ju/Player 120 - Yandere Headcannons 24) Nam-Gyu/Player 124 - Hate sex Headcannons 25) Seon-Nyeo/Player 044 - Easily manipulated!reader 26) Min-Su/Player 125 - Yandere Headcannons 27) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Fingering 28) Cho Hyun-Ju/Player 120 - Reader Dies

Incoming: 3) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Hatefucking part two (3 requests) 4) Se-mi - Toxic smut 8) Cho Hyun-Ju/Player 120 - smut w/ praise (3 requests) 9) Myung-gi/Player 333 - Bathroom sex 10) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Game 3 (Mingle) 13) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - quiet sex with shy!reader 14) Cho Hyun-Ju/Player 120 - game moments fluff 15) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - shy reader smut (3 requests) 16) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Jealousy (3 requests combined) 17) Cho Hyun-Ju/Player 120 - fingering smut w/ cuddles 18) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Yandere smut 19) Cho Hyun-Ju/Player 120 - Bottom Hyun-Ju smut 20) Cho Hyun-Ju/Player 120 - Yandere 21) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Reader dies Headcannons (2 requests) 22) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Smut in the mingle room 23) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Opposite!Reader Headcannons 24) Junhee - Slightly yandere 25) Cho Hyun-Ju/Player 120 - falling in love Headcannons 26) Nam-gyu/Player 124 - Blood play kink 27) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Reader has same vibe as Thanos 28) Min-su - Comfort after Se-mi's death 29) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Bathroom season from S1 smut 30) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Shy!Reader likes him 31) Player 246 - Teaming up with reader Headcannons 32) Hwang Jun-ho - Protecting reader 34) The Salesman/Recruiter - submissive salesman smut 35) Kang Dae-ho - Comforting him from panic attack 36) Hwang Jun-ho - smut with player!reader 37) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - backstory is 333 + 222 (2 requests) 38) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Shy!reader in Gi-huns group 39) Frontman/Hwang In-ho - Yandere headcannons 40) Myung-gi/Player 333 - Hatefucking 41) The Salesman/Recruiter - paying with your body differently 42) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong + Kang Dae-ho - liking reader 43) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Sub!Thanos 44) Myung-gi/Player 333 - Jealousy smut 45) Hwang Jun-ho - Wife!reader (2 requests) 46) Myung-gi/Player 333 - Begging for you back 47) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Reader riding Thanos 48) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Nerdy/Geeky!Reader Headcannons 49) Frontman/Hwang In-ho - smut during lights out 50) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Reader kills someone 51) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Yandere!Thanos pt.2 52) Nam-gyu/Player 124 - Paranoid!reader 53) Kang Dae-ho - Fingering reader 54) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - losing reader during mingle 55) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - reader takes his pills 56) Frontman/Hwang In-ho - daddy kink with shy!reader 57) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - eating out reader 58) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Blowjob during mingle 59) Nam-gyu/Player 124 - Headcannons (sfw + nsfw) 60) Nam-gyu/Player 124 - Hatefucking 61) Cho Hyun-Ju/Player 120 - after the games Headcannons 62) Guard from Ep.7 - Dom!reader 63) Kang Dae-ho - Bathroom sex 64) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Pills with a freaky effect smut 65) Cho Hyun-Ju/Player 120 - M!Reader with tattoos headcannons 66) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Sub!Thanos smut (Piss kink warning) 67) Cho Hyun-Ju/Player 120 - Exploring somnophilia 68) Guard from Ep.7 - Finding out the truth about his job 69) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong + Nam-gyu/Player 124 - Threesome 70) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Japanese!reader 71) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong + Myung-gi/Player 333 - Threesome 72) Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Shy!reader smut 73) Frontman/Hwang In-ho - Actor!reader x Lee Byung-hun 74) Cho Hyun-Ju/Player 120 - Bathroom Sex. 75) Min-su - Sub!Min-su Smut

Strangers From Hell:

Complete: 1) Seo Moon-jo - Cat Hybrid!Reader Headcannons

Incoming: 1) Seo Moon-jo, Yoon Jong-woo, Yoo Gi-hyeok - Headcannons 2)

All Of Us Are Dead:

Complete: 1) Yoon Gwi-nam - Shy!reader Detailed Headcannons

Incoming: 1) Lee Cheong-san, Jang Woo-jin, Han Gyeong-su - Headcannons 2) Han Gyeong-su - Headcannons (SFW + NSFW)

Alice In Borderland:

Complete: 1) Suguru Niragi - Yandere Headcannons

Incoming:

NOT EVERYTHING I AM CURRENTLY WRITING IS HERE AS THERE IS OVER 90 REQUESTS IN MY INBOX AND A LOT OF THEM HAVE SIMILAR ASKS. SOME HEADCANNONS WILL BE POSTED SPONTANEOUSLY IF I FELT LIKE WRITING THE REQUEST. IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS, FEEL FREE TO DM ME.

I will update as i post and later I will organize the masterlist once i have less requests !!

[rispwr]

cruel secrets - J.JK - one shot (M)

pairings : J.JK x fem! reader

sypnosis : "Marrying one of the twins, especially if they're identical, can be fun. but what if one starts pretending to be the other? especially murder involved, but what you don't know won't hurt you.. right?"

contents/warnings : murder, identity fraud/theft?, doctor! jk, twin! jk, cheating, blackmailing, murder during surgery?, heart problem, fake death, pregnancy, pls tell me if i missed some. nsfw: (big c! jk, clit spanking, choking, unprotected (wrap them hotdogs up) missionary, riding, oral, good girl like one time, )

genre : idk really know if it's yandere or not but this is more of like possessive, crazy, murder blah blah. smut and slight fluff... if you squint

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

You had been engaged for only a month, the happiest you had ever been. Two years with Jun-ho had been nothing but love, laughter, and promises of forever until the diagnosis shattered your world.

A heart tumor.

Jungkook, your everloving  brother-in-law, had been the first to offer help. A skilled cardiologist, he had sworn to do everything in his power.

"He'll need a donor, Y/N-ie," Jungkook murmured, his gaze heavy with something unreadable.

"W-We’ll find someone… right?" you asked, clinging to hope.

Jungkook gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, his voice smooth and confident. "Hopefully we will... I’ll do everything I can for you."

And he did.

The day of the surgery arrived faster than you had expected. A donor had miraculously been found, and relief had flooded your heart. You held onto that hope, unaware of the horrors unfolding behind the operating room doors.

No one knew.

No one outside the sterile walls of the OR knew that Jungkook was the lead surgeon.

No one knew that his hands, steady, practiced, merciless. weren't just saving a life.

They were stealing one.

His scalpel carved deep, removing what he needed with methodical precision. Jun-ho's body, once warm and alive, was now nothing more than a collection of organs. some to be sold, some to be discarded. But the most important piece, the heart, was his to take.

Jungkook had lied about everything.

The world would believe the story he orchestrated. The hospital was in his palm. paid silence, bribed hands. And when he stitched up his own chest, a fabricated scar in place, he emerged not as Jungkook, but as Jeon Jun-ho.

Your Jun-ho.

"Ms. L/N?"

The nurse’s voice snapped you out of your daze. You jumped to your feet, heart pounding.

"The surgery was successful."

Tears welled in your eyes, a sob of relief escaping your lips. "W-Where's Jungkook? I need to thank him-"

The nurse hesitated. A flicker of guilt flashed across her face before she forced herself to speak.

"The twin of Mr. Jeon... donated his heart to your fiancé."

Silence.

Your breath hitched. Your mind reeled, unable to process the words.

Jungkook… had given his heart to Jun-ho?

Your knees buckled as you collapsed onto a chair, pressing your hands to your face. Tears streamed down your cheeks. grief, gratitude, disbelief all crashing over you at once.

"Thank you, Jungkook…" you whispered into your palms, mourning the man you thought had sacrificed himself.

Meanwhile, the man you truly loved lay in a cold morgue drawer. And the monster wearing his name lay waiting in his place.

Waiting for you.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

You sat on the stool beside the hospital bed, your fingers entwined with his, waiting for your fiancé to wake up. His chest rose and fell steadily, the only sign of life after the grueling surgery.

You leaned your head against his chest, feeling the warmth beneath your cheek, the place where his body had been cut open and stitched back together. Your breathing slowed, syncing with his.

Your exhaustion weighed you down, your eyes fluttering closed as you drifted into sleep.

But Jungkook was already awake.

His dark eyes watched you in the dim light, the corners of his lips curving into a satisfied smile.

He had won.

His fingers brushed through your hair, gentle, possessive.

He had taken everything.

And now, you were his.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Flashback

Jungkook sat in his office, fingers drumming idly against his desk, the dim glow of his phone screen illuminating his face.

A number flashed on the screen. He pressed dial.

"Hey, Dr. Kim… it’s been a while. Wanna meet up?"

The voice on the other end hesitated. "Jungkook… I don’t want to be involved again—"

*"Later. 2 PM. Café **. You better be there… unless you want your dear wife to know about the family you’ve been hiding overseas. Hm?"

Silence.

Jungkook smirked, twirling a pen between his fingers. "See you there, pal." He ended the call before Namjoon could protest.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Namjoon sat stiffly across from Jungkook, his fingers wrapped around a steaming cup of black coffee. Jungkook, ever composed, sipped his iced Americano, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"It’s been a while," Jungkook said, the casual tone in his voice a stark contrast to the heavy tension between them. "when's your wife due?"

Namjoon’s jaw clenched. "Just spill what you want, Jungkook."

Jungkook chuckled, setting his cup down. "I want you to diagnose someone."

Namjoon frowned. "You know I can’t do that. I’ll lose my license-"

Jungkook cut him off smoothly, pulling an envelope from his jacket and sliding it across the table. "Not if you have connections. I’ll help you. Maybe even get you a higher pay?"

Namjoon hesitated before opening the envelope.

His blood ran cold.

Inside were photos, documents, evidence. Proof of the secret family he had in the States while he was working abroad 3 years ago.

Jungkook tilted his head, watching Namjoon’s expression shift from shock to despair.

"Jungkook… I can’t do this to your brother. He’s my best friend-"

"Easy, isn’t it?" Jungkook leaned in, voice a whisper of venom. "I want his diagnosis by next month… or else."

He tapped the envelope lightly, smirking.

"Your poor, pregnant wife will know exactly what you did."

Namjoon swallowed hard, his hands trembling around the cup.

Jungkook leaned back, satisfied. He had already won.

And now, all that was left was to take what was rightfully his.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Jungkook wasn’t the only one hiding something.

You had your own sins buried deep.

The night of your engagement. the night after jun-ho proposed to you should have been the happiest moment of your life. But instead, you had spent it elsewhere. In another man’s bed.

In his twins bed.

Drunk. Breathless. Completely fucked out... and getting fucked

"A-Ah, Jungkook- shit-" you whimpered, your nails digging into his arms as he pounded into you, his grip on your waist tight enough to bruise.

"Hm? You like this, don’t you?" Jungkook scoffed, his voice laced with dark amusement. "Getting fucked by your boyfriend’s twin?"

A sharp slap landed on your cheek, the sting only making your moans sharper, your body shivering beneath him.

"Answer me, baby."

You should have said no. You should have resisted.

But it was easier to say the opposite.

"Y-Yes," you admitted weakly.

Jungkook smirked, his thrusts turning brutal. "Louder. Jungkook can’t hear you."

"Y-Yes!!" you screamed, the pleasure clouding any remnants of guilt as your climax built up.

"Gonna- gonna cum-" you choked out, only for his hand to wrap around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch.

"Wait for me. Don’t cum yet. hold it baby," His free hand came down between your legs, slapping your clit, forcing a sharp cry of his name from your lips.

"Go on, baby, cum now while I fill you up." His voice was low, guttural, possessive. "Cum for me. Cum for your Jungkookie."

And you did.

You shouldn’t have. But you did.

It wasn’t an accident. You wanted it. And so did he.

It wasn’t your fault Jun-ho could never satisfy you the way his twin did.

And it didn’t stop that night.

It went on for a month. lust filled nights tangled in sheets that didn’t belong to you, stolen moments, whispered lies. until you finally broke things off.

Until you found out something that changed everything.

You were pregnant.

At first, you thought it was Jun-ho’s. You had been so sure. you had been taking your birth control, after all.

But when you rechecked the pills…

They weren’t real.

Your doctor confirmed it. placebos.

A horrifying realization struck you. Jun-ho hadn’t been the one who tampered with them. Only one man had been inside you for weeks.

Jungkook.

It had been him all along.

You had thought about taking a paternity test, but what was the point? They were identical twins. No one would ever suspect. The baby would look like them anyway.

So you decided.

You would never tell Jun-ho the truth.

The rhythmic sound of his heartbeat beneath your ear was steady, comforting.

You had fallen asleep against his chest, exhaustion taking over.

You stirred awake at the soft sensation of fingers running through your hair.

Your eyes fluttered open.

"Jun-ho? Baby, are you awake?" you gasped, quickly sitting up. Happiness flooded through you at the thought of seeing him again, alive and well.

Jungkook- no, Jun-ho smiled at you, his dark eyes unreadable.

"Jung- Jun-ho..." You hesitated, his name foreign on your tongue.

The thought of Jungkook. dead, gone forever. flashed in your mind.

A part of you mourned him.

A part of you secretly wished it wasn’t him who had died.

But you couldn’t betray your fiancé any more than you already had.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to smile as you reached for his hand.

"I... I’m pregnant."

Hope filled your voice, unaware of the true horror behind your words.

Jungkook’s expression didn’t falter. His grip tightened around your fingers as he pulled you into his arms.

"I’m going to be a father?" he asked, his voice laced with excitement, his hands cradling your waist protectively.

You nodded against his chest, oblivious.

Oblivious to the fact that he already knew.

Jungkook had always known.

He had been watching you. Controlling you. Manipulating every step.

Even your doctor hadn’t been yours.

He had chosen the best OB-GYN, paid to ensure he was the one overseeing your pregnancy.

And you had no idea.

Because from the very beginning, long before Jun-ho was ever taken from this world

Jungkook had already made sure you belonged to him. 

-----

It had been three weeks since your fiancé was discharged from the hospital.

And today was the funeral of the man you had secretly loved behind his back.

The weight of grief sat heavy on your chest as you stood in front of the urn, your fingers trembling. But you had no idea. no clue at all that the ashes inside that urn belonged to your real fiancé.

And that the man sitting beside you, holding your hand, smirking ever so subtly, was the one who had orchestrated it all.

Jungkook gave your hand a gentle squeeze. "I'm sure he'll miss you as much as you miss him, sweetpie."

Sweetpie.

Your breath hitched.

That was his nickname for you. Jungkook’s.

Your lips parted, but no words came out.

So you said nothing. Because this was a secret you would have to keep.

Forever.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

The bedroom was silent.

You lay beside your fiancé, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.

"Are you still upset?" his voice was soft, cautious.

You swallowed thickly. "I… Jungkook was really nice. I can't thank him enough..."

I can't love him enough.

Silence stretched between you both, thick with tension.

Jungkook- no, Jun-ho turned to look at you. "Can I take care of you this time?"

You nodded wordlessly, letting him pull you beneath him, his lips trailing down your body.

But the moment his tongue met your heat.

something felt wrong.

Too familiar.

His movements, his technique, it was too good. Too practiced. It felt just like him.

Your breath hitched.

"W-Wanna ride you…" you muttered, desperate for control, for a distraction.

He flipped you over with ease, his hands gripping your waist as you lowered yourself onto him.

"Oh- hmpf- " you whimpered, trying to suppress the moans threatening to spill from your lips.

But you couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Ah! Jungkookie!!"

The name ripped from your throat before you could stop it.

His hands found your breasts, squeezing possessively. "Good girl."

Your head spun.

This wasn’t Jun-ho. It never had been.

"G-Gonna cum, baby…" he groaned, his grip tightening.

"C-Cum in me… please!" you cried, desperate, needy, ruined.

One last moan of his name left your lips as pleasure tore through you both.

And as you collapsed against his chest, the truth settled like a stone in your stomach.

You sobbed into his skin, his hands running soothingly along your back, his softened length still inside you.

"I'm sorry…" you breathed out.

Jungkook smiled. "I forgive you."

And in that moment, you knew.

You knew it wasn’t your fiancé holding you.

But you would wait.

You would wait until he was ready to tell you himself.

but you were impatient.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

The church was full. Everyone sat, watching you both with smiles on their faces.

If only they knew.

Namjoon sat in the audience, his pregnant wife beside him, hands clenched into fists. He was ready to bury this secret forever, to let it rot in the ground where it belonged.

The officiant’s voice echoed through the room.

"Do you, Jeon Jun-ho, take Y/N L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do."

Your heart pounded as they turned to you.

"Do you, Y/N L/N, take Jeon Jun-ho to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

You were two words away from binding yourself to a dead man.

A part of you secretly wished it was his name being spoken instead.

"I do…" you whispered, your lips curving into a smile.

Your eyes locked onto his. The man who thought you didn’t know.

"You may kiss the bride."

He pulled you in, his lips brushing against yours, his smile warm and sweet.

"I love you, Y/N."

Your heart ached, your fingers trembling as you caressed his cheek.

"I love you too, Jungkook." 

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

note : it's my first time making smth like this lmaoo. do we hate jk nd oc? i do 🤭

[k1mbe3rly]

𝓢𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓭 𝓰𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽!

❤️‍🔥= NSFW

🩷= SFW

💔= angst

everything i wrote so far!

(request pls!)

► lee myung-gi (333)

❤️‍🔥 Toxic Myung-gi head cannons

❤️‍🔥 is this normal

❤️‍🔥 myung gi twitter links

❤️‍🔥 Myung gi NSFW alphabet

► Se-mi (280)

🩷 who do you pick?

❤️‍🔥 picking both

❤️‍🔥 sucking squid games women’s tits hc

💔 i love you, im sorry

❤️‍🔥 squid game NSFW small stories wowmn

💔 that’s so true

🩷 run my hands thru her short dark brown hair

💔 hold me, consoled me, than you left without a trace

❤️‍🔥 yandere se-mi headcannons

❤️‍🔥 that’s one way to shut you up

❤️‍🔥 Se-mi twitter links

❤️‍🔥 reaction to sitting on squid games women’s lap

► Kang dae-ho (388)

❤️‍🔥 comfort took a wrong turn

❤️‍🔥 Toxic dae ho headcannons

❤️‍🔥 Dae ho twitter links

❤️‍🔥 whiny

❤️‍🔥 230,124,388 sub head cannons

► Thanos (230)

❤️‍🔥Taking control

❤️‍🔥 can you handle it?

🩷 sorry for not telling you

❤️‍🔥 NSFW alphabet

💔 infant and innocent

❤️‍🔥 thanos reaction to a nipple piercing

❤️‍🔥 Thanos twitter links

❤️‍🔥 Nam gyu and thanos twitter links

❤️‍🔥 230,124,388 sub headcannons

► Nam-gyu (124)

❤️‍🔥 Payback

❤️‍🔥 desperate

❤️‍🔥 admit

❤️‍🔥 can you handle it?

❤️‍🔥 nam gyu twitter links

❤️‍🔥 Thanos and nam gyu twitter links

🩷 you were acting like a different person

🩷💔 I love you, Nam gyu you cut it out

❤️‍🔥 player 230,124,388 sub headcannons

► Park Min-su (125)

❤️‍🔥 stay silent

🩷 who do you pick

❤️‍🔥 picking both

❤️‍🔥 cupid came at the wrong time

❤️‍🔥 Min su twitter links

❤️‍🔥 min su NSFW alphabet

❤️‍🔥 one more

❤️‍🔥 first time together

► Kim Jun-hee (222)

❤️‍🔥 Unexpected

❤️‍🔥 is this normal

❤️‍🔥 sucking squid games women’s tits hc

❤️‍🔥 squid game NSFW small stories women

❤️‍🔥 yandere Jun hee headcannons

❤️‍🔥 talk to anyone but him

❤️‍🔥 Jun hee twttier strap on links, and hcs

❤️‍🔥 Pervy jun hee headcannons

❤️‍🔥 reaction to sitting on squid games women’s lap

► Kang sae byeok (067)

❤️‍🔥 sucking squid game women’s tits hc

❤️‍🔥 squid game NSFW small stories women

❤️‍🔥 NSFW alphabet

❤️‍🔥 sae byeok twitter links

❤️‍🔥 reaction to sitting on squid games women lap

► Kang no-eul (guard 011)

❤️‍🔥 sucking squid games women’s tits hc

❤️‍🔥 squid game NSFW small stories women

❤️‍🔥 kang no eul twitter links

❤️‍🔥 reaction to sitting on squid games women’s lap

► Ji yeong (240)

❤️‍🔥 sucking squid games women’s tits hc

❤️‍🔥 squid game NSFW small stories women

❤️‍🔥 reaction to sitting on squid game women’s lap

► Kim Young mi (095)

❤️‍🔥 sucking squid games women’s tits hc

❤️‍🔥 NSFW alphabet (WLW, strap on)

❤️‍🔥 young mi SFW, NSFW hc

❤️‍🔥 squid NSFW small stories game women

❤️‍🔥 hyun ju and young mi twitter links

❤️‍🔥 stress relief

❤️‍🔥 reaction to sitting on squid game women’s lap

► Gyeong su (256)

❤️‍🔥 Gyeong su NSFW and SFW hc

❤️‍🔥 gyeong su twitter links

► In ho (young il, 001, frontman)

🩷 your the closest to heaven, that i’ll ever be

❤️‍🔥 In ho twitter links

► Hyun ju (120)

❤️‍🔥 hyun ju and young mi twitter links

❤️‍🔥 reaction to you sitting on squid game women’s lap

► Park Gyeong seok (246)

park gyeong seom twitter links

► Hwang Jun ho

❤️‍🔥Jun ho twitter links

► Seong Gi hun

❤️‍🔥Gi hun twitter links

► Cho sangwoo

❤️‍🔥Sangwoo twitter links

► The sales man (Gong yoo)

The salesman twitter links

NSFW alphabet

[itsnesss]

hii maybe a yandere!junho ?? I cant stop thinking about him 😩 i love your writing btw💕

𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 | hwang jun-ho × fem!reader

summary | you wake up restrained in a small room, facing jun-ho, who reveals his obsessive love for you. his yandere tendencies surface as he believes he's protecting you from the world. you must navigate his dangerous devotion and find a way to escape

warnings | junho!yandere, kidnapping/restraint, psychological manipulation

word count | 2.1 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

You wake up with a start, the cold floor chilling your bones. It’s hard to remember how you got here. The faint flicker of a hanging light bulb illuminates the room. It’s a small, almost claustrophobic space, with gray concrete walls. In front of you, sitting on an old metal chair, is him: Jun-ho. His dark eyes watch you with an intensity that makes you shiver.

"Finally awake," he says in a serene voice, but it’s loaded with something else, something unsettling. "Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment?"

You try to speak, but your throat is dry. Your voice barely comes out as a whisper.

"What… what’s going on?"

He smiles, and the gesture should comfort you, but there’s something strange in his eyes, something you’ve never seen before.

"I saved you," he replies, leaning forward. "They were going to hurt you. I couldn’t let that happen."

"They? What are you talking about?" you ask, your heart pounding rapidly.

You try to move, but your wrists are tied with a thick scarf. You look at Jun-ho in disbelief.

"This… this isn’t real."

He slowly gets to his feet, brushing his hands off like he’s just finished an important task.

"Don’t worry. You’re safe with me. No one will ever hurt you again. No one will ever look at you that way again."

His voice, though soft, has a sharp edge. Memories begin to return in fragmented flashes. The last time you saw him was at the café near your workplace. He was always there, sitting at the same table with his black coffee, watching you. There was something about him that unsettled you but also intrigued you, like a mystery impossible to ignore.

"Jun-ho… why am I here?" you manage to ask, though the answer seems clear in your mind.

He leans closer, dangerously close. His warm breath brushes against your face, and you can smell the faint aroma of coffee he always carried.

"Because I love you."

The confession hits you like a punch. You instinctively recoil, but you can’t go far because of the restraints.

"Love me? This isn’t love…" you say, trying to stay calm.

His expression hardens.

"Not love?" he repeats, as if tasting the words for the first time. He paces around you, each step echoing in the small room. "Didn’t you see me? I was always there, watching over you, protecting you from all those men who didn’t deserve you."

"Jun-ho… this isn’t right. Let me go, please."

He stops behind you and places his hands on your shoulders. His touch is firm but not rough.

"Not right?" he murmurs near your ear. "Isn’t it right to want the best for the person you love?"

Your body tenses. The danger in his voice is palpable.

"If you really love me, you wouldn’t do this," you try to reason with him.

He chuckles softly, a sound that makes you tremble.

"You don’t understand. This is for you. For us. You can’t keep living in that world full of people who don’t value you. I’m the only one who can."

"It’s not your decision…" you protest, but he moves quickly in front of you, leaning down until his eyes are level with yours.

"Of course, it’s my decision. Because no one else cares as much as I do."

His gaze is so intense it feels like it could pierce your soul. His obsession is undeniable, but behind it, you see something else: pain, loneliness, desperation.

"Jun-ho, listen… you don’t have to do this. We can talk, find a solution," you say, trying to keep your voice gentle, though inside, you’re terrified.

He smiles again, but this time there’s sadness in his eyes.

"You’ve always been so kind… so understanding. But you don’t get it. If I let you go, they’ll hurt you. I can’t let that happen."

"Who are they?" you ask, hoping to buy time to think of a way out.

He doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he steps back a few paces, as if lost in thought. Finally, he speaks, his voice barely a whisper.

"Everyone. Everyone who tried to get close to you. Everyone who didn’t deserve you."

The air feels heavier. The idea of what he might have done to "protect" you starts to sink in.

"What did you do, Jun-ho?"

He looks at you, and for the first time, he seems vulnerable.

"What I had to."

His words are simple, but the weight behind them leaves you breathless. Your mind fills with horrible images, but you force yourself to stay composed.

"Jun-ho… let me help you. This doesn’t have to go on like this."

He shakes his head.

"I don’t need help. I’ve already done everything necessary."

You start to notice a slight tremor in his hands, as if guilt is beginning to catch up with him.

"If you really love me… trust me. Let me go, and we can figure this out together."

For a moment, it seems like your words are reaching him. He lowers his gaze, and you can see the internal struggle on his face. But then, he straightens up, and his expression hardens again.

"I can’t risk it. If I let you go, you’ll go back to that world… and I can’t allow that."

Desperation grips you. You need to find a way to make him see reason before it’s too late.

"What do you want, Jun-ho? What do you really want?" you ask, trying to keep his attention.

He steps closer again, his eyes burning with intensity.

"I just want you to be mine."

His answer feels like a sentence, and you know words won’t be enough to change his mind. But you can’t give up. Not now.

"Jun-ho, if you keep going down this path, we’ll never truly be together. This isn’t love. It’s fear."

The word seems to affect him. He takes a step back, his gaze faltering.

"Fear?" he repeats, as if trying to process it.

You nod, even though the fear in your own heart threatens to overwhelm you.

"You’re afraid of losing me. But keeping me here isn’t the solution. If you love me, trust me."

The silence that follows is unbearable. Finally, Jun-ho sighs and lowers his head.

"I don’t want to lose you…" he admits, almost in a whisper.

"You won’t," you reply, summoning all the conviction you can. "But you have to trust me."

For a moment, you think you’ve reached him. But then he lifts his gaze, and his expression is a storm of emotions.

"Fine," he finally says, with an eerie calm. "But if I let you go, promise me you’ll never abandon me."

Your heart stops. You know any wrong response could trigger something worse.

"I promise we’ll talk about this. But first, I need you to give me a chance."

Jun-ho stares at you, assessing you. Finally, he pulls a knife from his pocket and cuts the ties around your wrists.

"Don’t make me regret this," he warns.

You rub your aching wrists and look at him carefully. Every move has to be calculated.

"I won’t," you respond, though your mind is already planning how to escape this place.

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Detective!Jun-ho as Yandere/Obsess with you |

Warnings: OOC - Mixed Jun-ho with Midnight K-drama Personality - Stalking - Manipulation - Violence - Blood - Abuse of power - NSFW  -

He is quiet sadistic and takes pleasure when arresting criminals. Has been acussed of using brutal force but thanks to his connections never something came out of it.

His hates stalkers and creeps. And its with a case like it that he comes to know you. Turns out your ex-partner could not take a "no" and now was not only waiting for you outside work but also Stalking your social media and leaving hate comments.

He hates to say this but he cant do a thing unless the creep does something first. He can see your face fall at it. And he knows lots of cases like this one ends with the stalked being hurt.

He is not suprised to see you two days later at the station, crying because your ex just sent a intimate video of the two of you to your work and that made you unployeed. Now he can work with that and actually go after the fucker.

There is just one problem. Its that he cant stop watching the video. He likes it, well likes you. Likes the way you moan and cry, the way your body moves. He wishes it was him making you feel that way.

Once he meets your ex with the warrant order he almost loses it because of the smug face they have.

Did he always think on killing a person ? Well yes, this is not a first and he did get help to manage these thoughts. However no meditation or workout can help him by now.

He passes some days thinking about you, checking your social media to see how you are doing. He tells himself its just to make sure you are safe. Like any other victim.

Then why does he ends outside your home ? At night ? Looking at your window at how you prepare dinner, or how you seem to be looking for a new job. Do you like candles? What smell ? He has seen you light up some.

It becomes a routine that he hates and loves. He hates himself for this. Becoming the exact thing he did swear to fight against but he also loves it. There is something catching, on looking at you without you knowing it. Its like he gets to see a movie, in this case you are the star of it.

He is used to stay long hours awake, its easy for him to watch you all night till morning comes. And dear, you should get better curtains he can see the form of your body when you change clothes and drives him wild.

Since you got fired from your last job he casually sends mails using a burning account to your mail with different Jobs that he thinks may fit you.

Gets a hold on your most personal details. If you have no criminal record he will think you are an angel. Will investigate your family and Friends to see if any of them can cause you problems.

"Casually" finds you on the streets and since you think he is just a good person you are happy to see him.

Invites you for a coffee since he wants to hear everything from you. Maybe he already knows how your week as been but your voice its like music to him.

He records the conversation to listen to it later.

Offers to walk you home or towards your next stop and if you say yes then he turns into a puppy. Literally follows you (walks besides you) and has the most dumb smile ever.

If you say no, then he fakes that he is alright with it but follows you anyway.

If you start to see someone then he becomes more possessive.

Uses the fact that your ex its still out on the streets and fakes being him. Breaks into your home to leave you "love" notes. Sends you gifts and calls you using a burning phone number.

And since all points to your ex, Jun-ho its safe. He keeps doing this since he feels like he can express himself and also you just happen to be scared again and start to pass over the station to ask if there is something they can do.

"Im sorry (Y/N), only if he does direct damage to you we can take action"

"He broke into my house!! Sends me disgusting gifts, what more do you fuckers need?" You pretty much scream at him.

"I understand your pain and im sorry you are going throw this. About the incident at your home...we have no evidence that it was him. And...do you find the gifts digusting?"

Yes he got hurt by that comment and ends pulling more efforts into what you like. Its not that he is getting your likes bad, but the fact that he cant see to understand how much privacy he is breaking.

Oh, when he did break into your home he also left cameras there. He watchs you when he has time and knows your work hours by memory now.

If he sees you taking a Man back to your place he becomes furious and may break the phone.

That same men its later arrested for something he did not do but its only to cause him trouble.

In fact, anyone who gets close to you or tries to get romantically involved starts to suffer.

You soon are know by being cursed.

Jun-ho admits he is not proud, and it breaks his heart when he sees you crying alone. How he wishes to be there and comfort you.

He only acts when he knows you are insolated and also...when your ex decides to make a new move.

This time he is violent, Jun-ho luckly was passing by and stopped him and also used this chance to arrest him and even uses some force on him.

He wants you to see that he can protect you.

A trial against your ex may start and Jun-ho will use it to now go to your home almost everyday, to make sure you are safe and doing well.

Slowly gets in your head and heart by commenting small things about you and since you are so emotional tired you dont notice how he seems to know things you two never shared.

You two are not even close.

The day Jun-ho gets your phone number (not like he did not have it) he is the happiest man. Stares down at your contact pic for hours while thinking in he should message you or not.

He also starts to act like a boyfriend ti at least make you see how good he could be. Could care less if any other person gives him attention, he only wants yours.

If your ex ends free and does not go to prision then Jun-ho would personally kill him or at least leave him so damaged that the Man would never think of going near you again.

"Yes is mine, you better stay away"

Does this means he is out of your life? No. Jun-ho now acts like a friend, picks you at work, its polite with your Friends and even appears at your aparment when your family its visiting.

By accident of course.

He installs himself in your life in a way you cant see. Soon Friends and family are asking what you two are, leading to you asking the same.

Its a slow process till you decide to try and give him a chance. And Jun-ho its over the moon.

He does everytning right. And makes you depend on him. Tells you horrible details of different cases so you end scared and feel like only he can protect you. He can be quiet brutal sometimes and sadistic, finding some type of joy on seeing you scared. He knows how to read body language at perfection so when you start to tremble or cant Express your words he is almost smiling.

And he loves how you hug him and thank him for being there with you. For putting up with such a complex situation from your ex to the people that told Jun-ho you were "cursed" and bad things would happen to him if he dated you.

They dont know it was all because of him.

NSFW:

Since he has cameras at your home, if you happen to be giving you self pleasure he uses that to jerk himself off.

Remember how he saw that video at first? Well after the first time you two have sex he records it without you knowing it and keeps it on a special pendrive for himself.

Has lots of photos of you. Normal ones and intimated ones. Its his personal altar for you.

He is a bit sadistic and that goes to sex. He does not like to inflict pain on you but making you cry ? And overstimulating you ? Yes. He does that and if you tell him that it hurts it only makes him go harder on you.

[crimsonnsstuff]

hiii may i request yandere!jun ho headcanons ☺︎︎

The moment you saw how he was looking at you when you were at the club talking to the male bartender, your heart dropped.

A few days later, the same man went missing.

But of course your stupid naive ass thought it was a coincidence.

The cashier you were talking to at the super market when you and Jun-ho went died a week later.

You started to get scared

You were telling Jun-ho that you thought someone was stalking you.

But the good boyfriend he was, he told you that it was only a coincidence

You and Jun-ho were on the train on the way home.

A man was catcalling you and even slapped your ass.

You tried to not pay attention to it.

Then believe it or not, the man went missing.

You saw it posted up at the coffee shop you worked at.

You immediately ran home to tell Jun-ho.

The moment you walked through the door you saw blood all over the floor.

Oh stopped in your tracks and saw Jun-ho, standing there was a blood soaked sponge in his hand, and blood splatters on his face.

You looked over and saw the very man from the train on the floor, covered in blood and lifeless.

You realized what was happening and you couldn’t say anything.

You just started crying.

He pulled you into a hug, rubbing his hand through your hair, staining it with blood.

“I know, baby.. I know..”

“I had to..” he mutters as you cry into his arms

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Squid game masterlist

- Hwang In-ho/Frontman

Hwang In-ho/Frontman headcanons

The mingle game scene but with you instead of player 390

Lights out - Hwang In-ho x fem!reader -> smut

Yandere Hwang In-ho/Frontman

What did you say? - Hwang In-ho x fem!reader -> he saves you from Thanos

Did you enjoy playing hard to get? - Hwang In-ho x fem!reader -> he chases you

Teaching the brat - Hwang In-ho x vip!daughter!reader x the officer -> smut

Yandere Hwang In-ho x gn!reader headcanons

Hwang Jun-ho

Wrong move - Yandere!Hwang Jun-ho x fem!reader -> you tried escaping and he punishes you - smut

The Salesman/Recruiter

Yandere Salesman headcanons

Other/misc

Yandere platonic Gi-hun team (season 2) x sick!fem!reader

Flower among them - Yandere!Thangyu x fem!reader x yandere!Hwang In-ho/Young-il

Ours - Yandere!Thangyu x fem!reader