#yandere nam-gyu x reader

[pacofprunes]

my house, your house, aka, my girlfriend, your girlfriend. (mi casa, su casa)

thanos x fem!reader, nam-gyu x fem!reader

warnings — noncon, cursing, lowercase, drugs, injections(1), oral(fem), needles, nam-gyu and thanos argue like children, 3sum, protection not specified but you can assume none, thanos is referred to as su-bong by the reader, nam-gyu calls thanos “T-dog” once, lowkey nam-gyu is manipulating thanos or some shit im ngl, too much to count

“come on bro, cut me some slack, i’ll pay you back, you know im good for it.”

thanos stood in front of his good friend and dealer nam-gyu. desperate for some more drugs. he didn’t have the money though and was damn near about to get on his fucking knees just to get one more pill.

“i cut you slack everytime i sell to you thanos. i’m cutting you slack right now actually and you still don’t have enough.”

thanos runs his hands through his hair about to lose his cool. despite needing more, thanos would never allow himself to actually run out. he always has something on him. if he ever truly runs out, you’ll catch him with a shot of mouth wash in his pocket or some random ass prescription meds.

thanos opens his cross up, frowning at the little amount of pills left before popping one in his mouth. after sitting for a few seconds he shakes his head back and forth intensely before he jumps up.

“alright man! how bout you let me pay in some other way, huh?”

nam-gyu scoffs before he starts to laugh.

“you tryna sell yourself to me?”

thanos pushes him back by his shoulder.

“nah bro, what the fuck? i ain’t that bad! now you? you are an absolute junkie, i could see you doing that. you’re worse than me! stickin’ needles in your arms and shit.”

nam-gyu just scoffs again before biting his lip back. him and thanos were close friends. best buds. in fact, he lost a lot of ‘customers’ due to the fact that he’d sometimes give shit to thanos for free and they all wanted a piece of that. he was thinking of a way he could let thanos pay it off before you pop into his head. god you were fucking gorgeous. perfect face, perfect body, and such a perfect girl. despite dating a junkie and hanging around junkies, you yourself didn’t really use. only thing he’s ever seen you do is vape and smoke some weed. he’s expressed to thanos numerous times how perfect you were, and thanos was probably too high to give a fuck. and he’s high like 90% of the time. you were the one girl thanos actually wanted to date and stay with and not just fuck a couple nights of the week or whenever he hit you up. clearly you were perfect.

“give me a turn with your girl.”

thanos looks at him confused.

“my girl?”

“yes, your girl. i want a turn. you know, fuck, hit it and quit it, whatever you wanna say.”

thanos scoffs at him before looking away for a second. he was never opposed to sharing a girl in the past but you were different. you weren’t thanos’s fuck toy, no, you were thanos’s girl. and there’s a difference. a big difference. but nam-gyu was his bro. his best bro. he could share you with him.

“i’m not opposed to it but she’s not gonna want to, i mean look at you.”

now nam-gyu hits thanos and he just laughs. saying he was joking.

“okay, but seriously. my girl isn’t gonna wanna sleep with you. for one, she’s loyal, she loves me, and,”

nam-gyu stands there waiting for him to say something else and finish his sentence before saying a sarcastic ‘and?’ back to him. thanos shrugs his shoulders.

“that’s all i got.”

nam-gyu rolls his eyes before throwing a shoulder over thanos.

“cmon, you haven’t ever taken no as an answer, huh?”

thanos pouts his lip out to the side and thinks for a second.

“i mean, from her, yeah.”

nam-gyu lets out a heavy breath before throwing his head back.

“just for one night. why don’t you treat her like any other bitch you used to do and just force her to let it happen.”

thanos looks offended at that and moves nam-gyus shoulder off of him. wondering if the drugs were really worth it. yeah if it was mutual between all of you he wouldn’t have really cared but he knew what nam-gyu was clearly insinuating.

“she’s gonna break up with me if i do.”

nam-gyu pauses to think before handing him a pill.

“oh man, really? for free?”

nam-gyu snatches his hand back.

“no. give this to her. it’ll make her a little drunk is all’. she won’t even remember by the morning.”

thanos thinks before snatching the pill out of his hand, looking down and inspecting it. he mumbles something under his breath.

“some fucked up shit,”

he lets out a heavy breath before looking at nam-gyu and points a finger at him.

“alright bro! but ima be there the whole time. and ima be getting my fair share with her too. she’s my girl after all, alright? i’m the one who knows how to please her.”

nam-gyu smirks at him before he gives him a nod.

“whatever you say. just don’t touch my dick or nothin’,”

thanos scoffs before taking a hit of his vape.

“not in a million fucking years! you don’t got nothing to worry about.”

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“cmon babe, i take em’ all the time! just give it a shot.”

you look at your boyfriend like he’s gone crazy. he’s never tried to make you do drugs except for the first few times you met. the most you’ve done was smoke weed with him, he knew you didn’t do that crap. you didn’t even like when he did it but you supported him either way. why he was trying to pressure you to take this pill? you had no idea.

“what’s going on with you? you know i don’t do that crap.”

he playfully shakes you by your shoulders, giving you a fake pouty look.

“please baby…it’ll put you in this trance and make us feel like you’re on cloud nine. it’ll make falling asleep together in bed feel like a magical dream.”

you give him a concerned look before you act as if you’re gonna grab the pill from him but you just push it up to his mouth. he wouldn’t even let it slip past his lips.

“see! you take every drug under the sun and you wouldn’t even take it. why are you trying to give me something that you don’t even want?”

he lays his head on your shoulder and holds one of your hands and massaging it in his hand.

“it’s not that, i just already took one and you can’t take more than one in an hour!”

you deadpan at him.

“just get some alcohol or something if you’re really concerned on making our bedtime magical.”

he sighs before playfully pinching your arm, you let out an ow.

“you always played hard to get.”

you laugh.

“but that’s why you love me, is it not?”

he kisses you before pulling away and looking you in your eyes.

“you’re right.”

he pulls away completely now before making an ‘o’ face.

“oh, right, nam-su’s coming over in a few. kay’? kay.”

you give him a contorted look before complaining that you wanted to go to bed or that he never told you but he just ignores you, skipping away and shutting the bedroom door behind him. you press your palm into your forehead and let out a groan. he was literally going to be the death of you. but you loved him and his stupid antics.

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“she wouldn’t take it man. i gave her the puppy dog eyes and everything!”

nam-gyu face palms himself before pulling something out of his pocket. a needle.

“hit her with this.”

“oh hell no. that’s that crazy ass shit you use, we’re not using that.”

nam-gyu shrugs before injecting the substance in his arm and thanos gives him a grotesque look.

“look man, just wait till she goes to sleep. she’s a heavy sleeper. i end up on top of her every night and i got some loud ass snores after drinking too much and she still doesn’t wake up.”

“how longs her going to sleep gonna take?”

“like now,”

“now?”

“yes. what are you complaining for? you took an hour longer to get here so she already fell asleep.”

thanos leads nam-gyu to your guys shared bedroom and slowly creeks open the door and peeks in before signaling nam-gyu to follow. on the bed was you sound asleep, not suspecting a thing.

“aw man, I don’t know if i should let you do this. if she wakes up she’s gonna know and break up with me. she’s already pissed at me for tryna’ get her to take that stupid ass pill you gave me.”

nam-gyu just slaps him on the back and brushes him off before he goes to sit next to you on the bed. the bed dipping down and you slightly moving toward the dip. he moves your hair behind your ear and brushes his hand down your cheek to your neck. your actual boyfriend just standing in the corner hitting his vape. the room starting to become a literal cloud. nam-gyu moves down and pulls down your pajamas, viewing your pretty legs, rubbing his hand on the inside of your thigh before pulling your panties down. thanos takes the vape out of his mouth and moves closer before nam-gyu can even put a finger in.

“you’re not very good at…this. i know what her body likes so i’ll take care of it and then you can do almost whatever.”

nam-gyu rolls his eyes before moving away from your pussy, leaving that to thanos and moving his attention up to your torso.

“could you cut the good protective boyfriend crap? you’re letting your shitty drug dealer best friend fuck her without asking just so you can pay for some more drugs. pretty fuckin’ hypocritical if you ask me.”

he laughs and thanos just stares at him blankly before turning his attention back to you. he lays his head on your stomach, rubbing his hands over it before going back down lower in between your thighs. starting to rub you in all the ways he knows you and your body loves.

“you’re all worried about me gettin’ rough but i’ve seen how you’ve fucked bitches before and it certainly ain’t nice.”

thanos looks back up at nam-gyu.

“oh don’t worry, i still fuck like an animal. i haven’t gotten soft, don’t think that for a second. but her, this is thanos’s girl! i let her get her high and i get mine. don’t wanna rip her pretty pussy apart.”

nam-gyu hums in response and snakes his hand under your shirt, groping you and teasing your nipples between his fingers, harsh pinches that if you were awake it’d have you screaming. such harsh pinches that it might as well wake you up. thanos still focused on your pussy, slaps wherever he can manage to hit nam-gyu without seeing, mumbling that he was gonna wake you up.

“she isn’t gonna see me if she wakes up. she’s gonna see you, so she won’t even be mad.”

thanos sits up between your legs and starts fucking with his own pants and boxers, pulling them down. nam-gyu looks over before quickly looking away, slapping his hand over his eyes.

“man, i didn’t wanna see your dick, put that shit away!”

thanos scoffs.

“we’re fucking my girl and you didn’t expect to see my dick? i’m gonna have to see yours! and i know mines bigger.”

he mumbled that last part.

“ugh, please let me go first. i don’t wanna put my dick in after you, that’s basically me fucking you.”

“okay? you should be honored.”

“honored that i’m fucking you?”

“i’m fucking thanos man. you should be honored you even get to see me like this and that i don’t stab your eyes out!”

nam-gyu scrunches his eyebrows together at him.

“yeah, i kinda think i want you to.”

“want me to what?”

nam-gyu slaps his forehead.

“stab my eyes out you fucking idiot.”

thanos ignores him, mumbling some curses before slowly pushing himself into your tight hole. he sits there for a minute before immediately thrusting himself into you fast as fuck and rough as shit. he grips his hands on your hips, to the point where it would definitely bruise in the morning. he continues chasing his own high until he abruptly stops due to the huge stir you just made in your sleep. nam-gyu holding in his laugh due to thanos’s ridiculous wide eyes. he was so still you’d think he was frozen from the inside.

“what’s wrong? keep going. you wanted to take her first.”

“shut the fuck up.”

thanos lets out a deep breath before opening his cross and popping a pill in his mouth and throwing his head back just staring at the ceiling, trying to stop himself from being so tense. he pulls out of you and decides to just jack off next to you on the side of the bed so you don’t wake up as soon as they start. pouting to himself because he wanted his girl to help him out instead of his right hand. nam-gyu gets up and places himself between your legs now, not hesitating to slide in, ignoring the stirring that you were doing. it just made his dick twitch even more, all your moving doing the work for him. he starts feeling you up as he slowly moves in and out of you, taking his time before he starts thrusting so hard that you smack the headboard of the bed. thanos drops his dick out of his hand and snaps his head up at nam-gyu?

“are you trying to wake her up?”

“not completely opposed to it. i’m livin’ by ‘if she wakes up she wakes up’.”

“it won’t be an ‘if’ she wakes up if you keep this shit up.”

you start to stir but nam-gyu could careless, keeping his rough pace. your eyebrows scrunching together as you place your hand on your face before propping your arms behind you to push yourself up. but the moment you do that you feel something slide out of you. you felt so full, felt good but at the same time this painful burning feeling. you mumble out for thanos, asking what he was doing and he climbs on top of you, laying his body flat on you before holding your face in his hands, pressing a tight kiss. you’re too out of it to reciprocate. having just woke up. although nam-gyu stopped for the second you completely woke, he quickly decides ‘fuck it’ and starts slamming so hard into you that you hit the headboard again. you quickly contort your face in pain and thanos snaps his head back at nam-gyu, causing nam-gyu to shrug. he snaps his head back to you, your face still in his hands before you go to move them.

“have you been fucking me while i’ve been asleep? what the hell has gotten into you su-bong?”

he quickly presses you into a kiss, this time a much rougher one to keep you quiet as you press your hands against his chest to get him off of you. he moves his hands back to your face, squeezing it tightly. finally he pulls away and that’s when nam-gyu finally pulls out. you hadn’t even known that he was there.

“ah man, she’s awake. whatever, can i use her mouth now T-dog?”

thanos scoffs at him and your eyes widen even more. wondering what was going on and why nam-gyu was here. you go to open your mouth but thanos just presses a finger to it.

“shh babe. i won’t let him do all that.”

“psh, maybe not today but sure you will at some point.”

you yell at thanos to get off of you so that you can leave and he just groans at you, frustrated.

“shut the fuck up. i’ve been pretty nice, huh? don’t piss me off now baby. he’s still here, i could let him do so much more.”

he leans in closer to your ear.

“and trust me, i know he wants to.”

he moves away from your ear and just looks over you, still completely on top of you before clapping his hands together.

“in fact, he wants to do shit that i’d never in a million years dream of doin’ to you. but if you’re gonna start being a bitch i’ll be a nice friend and let his dreams come true.”

nam-gyu rolls his eyes.

“yeah, a nice friend for once.”

“you don’t consider me letting you fuck my girl a friendly thing of me to do for you?”

nam-gyu throws his hands in the air shrugging.

“idontknow man,”

you were still so confused and couldn’t grasp the situation, feeling hands who you could assume were nam-gyus gliding up your thighs and fingers starting to play with your pussy, quickly going to kick at him before his hands hold your legs down and he settles for using his mouth instead. your eyes start to tear up and you take as large as a breath as you can with thanos still on top of you. you start to hit at him again, not caring what he’d have to say before he just stares at the wall blankly for a few seconds, letting you have your tantrum, before unexpectedly throwing his hands at your throat and choking you.

“shh, you’re good. i’ll make breakfast for ya in the morning, whatdya say? i think nam-gyus staying the night tho.”

he lets go of your neck with one hand, the other still staying on your neck and his now using his free hand he sticks out his tongue and puts his finger on it making an exaggerated fake disgusted look. you continue to try to free yourself, black spots clouding your vision more and more. god, why would you decide that hanging around, let alone dating an insanely active drug user and constantly partying with his drug dealer buddy’s was a good idea? now this crazy fuck was gonna kill you and he was gonna have a whole conversation with you as if nothing was wrong while he did it. he puts his other hand back on your neck while you just hold onto his wrist, not bothering to actually scratch at him, but just holding it and looking at him with the eyes that he fell in love with. the tears threatening to spill that whenever he saw he always took care of. hoping some slither of humanity was still left in the guy you thought you loved. he frees his one hand from choking you before your vision fully starts to fade, feeling his hand glide against your cheek before it all goes dark and he finally lets go, letting out a long shaky deep breath. the effects of his drugs starting to let up and his actions starting to dawn on him, quickly checking to make sure you were still alive before quickly getting up off of you so you wouldn’t have as much trouble breathing.

nam-gyu quickly pulls his pants back up and leaves thanos to slide yours up as well. he goes over to him and throws his arm over his shoulder before flicking the cross pendant around thanos’s neck. thanos looks down, not thinking to heavy on it and just opens it, taking the last pill out and popping it in his mouth as quickly as possible. nam-gyu reaches in his pocket and shuffles around before pulling out a bag filled with the pills thanos has been desiring, dangling it in front of his face. thanos’s eyes immediately widen in surprise.

“you shouldn’t have to bitch to me about needing more for at least two weeks unless you take like fifteen a day.”

thanos shakes his hands, wiggling his arms around a little, hoping the drug he just took takes its course as quickly as possible so he can feel better about what he just did.

“don’t worry man. as long as you clean her up i’m sure she’ll wake up thinkin’ it was all just a bad dream.”

thanos takes the bag of pills from him. nam-gyu gave him so much that he knew they all wouldn’t even fit in his cross. he looks at the bag one last time before he looks back down at you. he starts tossing the bag back and forth between his hands like a ball, thinking about what nam-gyu said. yeah, yeah he was probably right. you’d probably wake up thinking it was just some weird bad dream you made up. yeah. he’d make breakfast for you, apologize for trying to pressure you into taking that pill and you’d think it was all just a dream. nam-gyu coughs before speaking.

“so will there be a next time?”

the drugs start speaking for thanos before he could even comprehend what he was saying. before he could actually even know what he was saying. and he’s sure he wouldn’t even remember what he was saying either.

“shit, if you’re throwing this much around then hell yeah there’s gonna be a next time.”

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

✨ We listen, and we don't judge ✨

I'm thinking yan!Thangyu x reader x yan!Inho where after "Young-il" dogwalks Thanos and Nam-gyu for disrespecting him the way they did, the reader would start hanging out a lot more with In-ho as a means of security. Even if Players 230 and 124 get reader alone with them (i.e. the 3-person Mingle round) the Front Man still has a way of making Thanos behave himself (as seen in the show when he lets go of Myung-gi upon seeing the guy who kicked his ass without breaking a sweat)

So how would Thanos and Nam-gyu react to seeing their girl cozying up to the top dog? And how would In-ho react knowing that reader really liked seeing him put those boys in their places like that?

Ooo, now that's a good one! >:)

Flower among them

Squid Game masterlist

Yandere!Thangyu x fem!reader x Yandere!Hwang In-ho/Young-il

Cw/triggers: Yandere themes, jealousy, possessive behavior, dead dove do not eat.

Thanos and Nam-gyu sat at their corner, both looking at you from afar. Nam-gyu had his gaze set on Young-il, while Thanos eyed you. The effects of his drugs slowly wore off and he didn't seem as enraged while high, but he still was angry.

"I fucking hate this guy, bro." Thanos said, cracking his neck.

Nam-gyu tore his gaze off of Young-il. "Yeah me too. This asshole won our girl over."

Both of them watched as Young-il gave you his milk pack, Thanos had a neutral expression while Nam-gyu seemed to be almost seething.

Then came the speaker announcement for lights out, and the two laid down in their beds.

Meanwhile you still sat across Young-il, having just finished the milk. As you looked at him, you saw him already staring at you with a hint of a slight smirk.

"How are you feeling by the way?" He started softly.

"Good. So far."

Young-il scooted closer to you. "You don't have to worry about those two anymore. I'll make sure they behave." He smiled.

You hummed. "You really showed them their place earlier. They must feel so humiliated." You chuckled.

Young-il gently waved it off. "It's nothing. I... get like that when it comes to respect."

You smiled. "I liked it. Shows you got spirit."

Young-il gave a small cocky grin. "Well then you should stick close to me from now on."

In-ho noticed how vulnerable you looked and how easy you are on the eyes. He noticed you before but now the close proximity had his mind snap and he wanted to keep you all to himself, even if it means killing others.

Later that night, you woke up, feeling the need to pee. You made sure to be as quiet as possible. Once at the door leading to the bathrooms, you suddenly heard a familiar voice behind you.

"Hey Señorita." Thanos saundered towards you, with Nam-gyu beside him.

You ignored him, speaking to the triangle guard to open the door.

Nam-gyu leaned against the wall beside you while Thanos did on the otherside.

"Where is your protector?" Nam-gyu taunted, not caring about a second triangle guard appearing next to the other.

"Looks like he's giving you back to us." Thanos chimed in with a smirk.

You did not want to hear another word coming from them. You have Young-il now and they behaved like shit and still do. So you simply ignored them, stepping into the hallway leading to the bathrooms.

Both Nam-gyu and Thanos didn't like your ignoring and went after you.

"Hey don't ignore us, flower, we just want to talk!" Thanos gripped your arm and Nam-gyu grabbing your shoudlers to turn you around.

Just then both of them tensed up and loosened their grip on you.

"Player 124 and 230, let her go."

Came the voice of one of the triangle guards as they had their rifles pointed at Nam-gyu and Thanos' back.

Nam-gyu didn't want to let you leave. "Hey why are you so attentive towards other players so suddenly? Aren't you the ones killing them?"

"Let her go. Now." Came the last warning and with that, Nam-gyu and Thanos stepped back, giving you space just as Young-il stepped through the door.

Young-il just stood there, you saw him giving the guards a cold glance over before looking at you.

"Is everything okay in here?" Young-il asked innocently.

Thanos and Nam-gyu said nothing and made their way out as if they were scared of another beat up.

"Are you okay?" Young-il asked, stepping close to you and giving a worried look.

"Yes," you nodded "how did you know I was here?"

Young-il motioned outside. "I saw the light and your bed was empty. I wanted to make sure you're alright." he lied expertly. Of course he was awake the whole time, seeing you slip out of bed and the two junkies crowding you.

"Thanks for coming." You smiled weakly.

Young-il stepped even closer, putting his hand reassuringly on your shoulder.

"No big deal. But for now I think it's best for me to keep an eye on you just incase."

You gently shook your head. "You don't have to."

Young-il leaned closer. "I'm afraid you have no other choice. Either it's me keeping you safe or those two assholes." He said in a low, almost threatening tone.

"You will come to see how safe with me you are. And I'm the only one here capable of getting you out of here alive..."

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Killer of the Heart

summary: Where Nam-gyu has a sick obsession with you and doesn't want to let you go, at least not until he achieves what he wants… Or not?

જ⁀➴genre/au: Nam-gyu x reader [she/her, female anatomy}, smut, 18+, explicit content, mention of murder, stalking, obsession, mention of drugs.

જ⁀➴ Word Count: 2.923k

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[Recommended Song: High Enough by K.Flay]

Obsession.

A term where I had never imagined myself crossing paths before. A disease that inflames my insides and ascends from my sternum up to my mind, where the wisdom lies within.

Such a disease that decays the brain and leaves the human flesh guided by nothingness. However, that is not quite my case. In fact, it is far from that. I’m being beckoned by feelings. Feelings that revolve around you and only you.

“Can you slow down?”

The hackles at the back of my neck rose at the sweet sound of your voice, a thrill blazing down my spine as from my periphery I could see you clutching the cushion of the passenger seat — a pathetic attempt to prevent yourself from the damage in case I swivel the wheel and crash into one of the thick trees’ trunk.

You are scared, I can tell with eyes closed. The flash of your cheeks, your gaze flicking every so often at me and trapping the bottom lip between your front teeth, gives the spot sans using any effort to call you out. Though, your mettle and the faith you have in me, elicit a smirk to curve at the corners of my mouth.

Despite knowing what a man I tend to be, you still chose me as your driver to return you home safe and sound. Call it stupid, but to my belief, it seems the wisest choice you ever made.

I’m high as fuck and a stinging pain throbs at the upper side of my face every time my eyelids flatter shut for a blink. The drugs I previously consumed vibrate in my bones, my system, and of course, my cock that twitches in my pants, begging for relief. I am going to lay my cards on the table and profess that the third sensation is due to your presence. Just having you here, right beside me where your warmth radiates and floods in me, has me mentally groaning at the fantasy of fucking you raw until you’re a breaking mess. To scream my name and your nails to scratch my skin until blood oozes out… To squirm around me and fight to escape me.

“I’m sorry love, but I’m afraid that I can’t.”

You scoff at the lack of verity in my tone. “Why?”

“Because you are a fucking cunt who doesn’t stop spreading open her legs for every dick she finds in her wake.”

Obviously, I don’t tell you that aloud, yet the spur to sing it out has me in a painful chokehold. Because of you, the lifeless body of a guy you allowed to slip his fingers beneath your panties and inside you, a few weeks ago, is now at the back of my car with ten lost fingers and a throat slit open. In a few words, I have a corpse in my vehicle and I have no interest in encountering any of the police who lurk in such late hours.

Again, I don’t say that aloud either.

In lieu, I press a few buttons, and music fills the suffocating atmosphere. It drowns for a short period my sick fantasies and a sigh falls past my lips.

Before you called me to pick you over from a party that one of your girlfriends hosted, I was out there hidden in the bushes as I stalked you from the windows of her apartment. I took plenty of your pictures and jerked off when you danced or did karaoke. I was so addicted to your sight that when I saw you almost getting hooked up with a stranger, it militated me from stalking you, to await the right moment to savage him.

It won’t be a difficult challenge.

Like the dead guy, he will soon follow the same tragic fate. Either I will feign that I’m a fellow student in his university and pose that I want to become his friend until I gain his trust so I can deliver the blade readily on his throat or go the easiest way and invade his apartment to catch him off guard.

I have connections at the Pentagon club where I work and in case things go south, they will have my back to erase any trail I leave behind. Every proof and evidence that gives away that it was me who committed the murder.

Notwithstanding that, I have the impression that you sensed my lingering thoughts back at the party. You didn’t fuck him and satisfaction licked my limbs like ravenous flames. Yet, that didn’t suppress the longing to torture him for the audacity to touch you, let alone speak to you.

You are mine.

The canopy of trees hedged us in at all sides of the empty road and far afield where the prying eyes could see what I was about to do. Perhaps you noticed that I missed a turn and now I was driving at the pits of the dark forest.

The night was still young and will be too bad if I stop directly outside the building you live. Let alone, wait for the precise moment when you will call me once again to help you out since no one is there for you. I grew bored playing the role of your best friend and it is finally time to make a statement… A message that signifies that I own you and nobody else.

“That is not the right way. You clearly missed a turn.” You said through gritted teeth. You tried to steel your spine to show me that you are undaunted but failed miserably.

We will work on that. Soon enough, come to that, because after I’m finished with you, there is no exit for you to skitter off. And if you dare to test it out and escape from my claws, I will chain you up on my bed or break your ankles so you cannot outrun me… Ever.

“Did I?” I mused, playing with your waters.

“You ask the obvious asshole. Don’t fucking mess around, I’m tired.”

“My sincere apologies, love.”

And I pressed the speed pedal harder.

As your back sank abruptly at the seat, you whipped your head to throw me one of your lethal pointed looks. You were seething, baby, and all my bloodstream gathered on my already swollen cock.

My voice dropped an octave. “Do me a favor first. And I promise after that, within ten minutes, you will be home.”

“Hardly to believe that.”

“Where is the trust, I’m your friend.”

Arguably it was the drugs that compelled me to act cocky because the way you pinched your freckled nose had me hot all over and not the terror of the possibility of losing you by my deviant demeanor. Your reaction made me goad you on.

Finally, you huffed and rolled your exposed shoulders back, to slacken off the stiffens that gathered on your muscles. “Fine. What is it?”

Darting my tongue to lick my lips, I tossed you a dark yet lustful glance. “Play with yourself.”

At that, you burst out laughing, your enchanting girlish sound a specter on my eardrums. However, when you saw me more earnest than ever, you sobered up, and a pink hue flashed on your cheeks. “Shit. You are actually serious.”

Unzipping my trousers, I fisted my erected dick. “Was I ever a liar, love?”

You cocked a brow at my falsehood, though it dissipated when your eyes dropped to my erection — something different licking your bright orbs. You watched me as I wiped with my thumb the precum that was leaking from the veiny tip, before giving a light pump with my fist.

My other free hand grasped tight the steering wheel and giving a jerk of my chin to your direction, I drawled. “Fuck your cunt, before I pull over and do it myself.”

I’m deeply aware of what personality I have created to become your trustworthy companion. Lying about being in a relationship, feigning that I’m gentle and caring was enough to waltz in your personal bubble and make you spit out your secrets in exchange for my comfort. Conversely, my eyes first spotted you at the club where I work and since then my obsession for you has only grown.

First, I followed you home. Then I broke into your apartment when you were at the university and set hidden cameras at every corner. Two weeks later, I spiked your water bottles that were stored on your fridge and fuck-fisted my manhood while lying beside your drugged form. Sometimes I undressed you and came undone at your bare pussy and before I wished you a goodnight, I slipped my fingers that were coated with my cum inside your tight walls.

I’m not proud of what I did, yet it was the only thing I could draw myself close to you.

Nevertheless, my whole point is that you never encountered me so blunt and crazy about you. To speak to you in a rigorous manner that forces you to press tight your thighs, desperate for some friction.

Reluctantly, you push apart your long skinny legs, forgetting immediately at what speed the vehicle runs. Your mini skirt rises at the stretch and dipping your hand, I see the sight of your drenched panties.

“Bloody hell… Already wet for me.”

Maybe it was the alcohol you imbibed at the party or the exhaustion that dances on your features because the furry that a moment ago festered you like a hurricane, now ebbed.

A moan of yours blooms inside the car and at that moment I regret having you in a small space and not somewhere where I could admire you and not the fucking road. To gather with my tongue the moisture in your folds and swallow. To be drown on you and only you.

Sensing your heating gaze down on my dick, your hand disappeared to your panties before pushing a finger into your tight pleading hole. Curling it inside you, you whine and I nearly lose control of the steering.

It was utterly different, hearing and watching you from up close and not behind the computer that is connected to the cameras.

“Nam-gyu…”

“You’re doing so well baby, fuck.”

My fist tightens its hold around my cock as I pick up pace. It throbs painfully and your hidden pussy makes it worse.

My tongue clicks at the roof of my mouth. “Take them off.”

There is a slight pause in your actions but quickly fades as your hips rise and do as I commanded. The thin layer slides down to your luscious curves and on your ankles before getting an angle that allows me to see your beautiful cunt.

The regret churns harder in the pit of my stomach.  

You add a second digit, thrusting now both of them on your opening while your gaze remains either on my profile or at my hard erection. You observe as I fuck my fist with the sounds you let out and my eyes narrow at the envisions that loom before me. The kind of envisions where I’m shoving my dick past your lips until it hits the back of your throat. To degrade you until tears well up on your trembling orbs and your pussy to pulsate in need.

 Your neck cranes as your back arches from the jolts of delight that jump on your nerves, and my frustration only festers.

I can’t refrain anymore.

Putting on the brakes, the wheels screeched at a sudden halt.

“Where are you going?”

Taking out the keys, the roaring engine switched off. Only the bright headlights remained on, to enlighten our surroundings, and kicking open the door, I rounded the vehicle. I stopped in front of yours and a flick of wariness gleamed on your tired eyes.

Without being willing to give you a reply, my hand hovered over the door handle, and slipping my other one under your bicep, I dragged you out.

I liked the way you writhed on my iron grip, but unfortunately, I had no passion to tease you. Pinning your torso on the hood, and your back to collide with my hard chest, my hips thrusted in the curve of your ass and growled.

When you tried to kick me, my fingers dug at the soft skin of your hips as I pushed one knee between your legs to mitigate the chances of kicking me on the shin or any other body part that I’m damn sure will hurt as hell.

“Quite feral, aren’t you kitty?”

You gasp offendedly at my comment and squirm once again. “Stop messing around, Nam-gyu. You play dirty!”

There was no disturbance or fear in you by the fact my bare cock is twitching in your rear. I’m your best friend, hypothetically, and you don’t even confront me for treating you so nastily. Baby, I start to think that you actually want this and what you display in front of me is only one of your woeful fake attempts to stop me. What you are doing, is simply an act.

“Dirty is my second name, if you haven’t guessed. And I played dirty games since the night I first met you.” Kissing the back of your ear, you sighed. “Tell me, did you ever feel like someone was watching you?”

It was too late to seal my lips as I had already fallen into the burning depths of hell.

You stiffened underneath me, yet before you demanded a better explanation, with a lift of your skirt I thrusted all my length to your heat. My eyes rolled at the back of my head as you screamed at the sudden stretch.

You were so fucking tight and tensing over my words doesn’t help the euphoric experience at all.

Finding your clit, I growled. “Focus on my finger. Feel what it is doing to you.”

“Stop…” You cried. Pulling out, I drove another thrust of my hips making you obtrude at the hard push. “Ah!”

Once your tight walls coated us both with your wetness, I picked up the pace, slapping my hips harder against you. Your cries and my groans joined alongside the night's crickets, stealing their performance with our sinful one.

My hand snaked around your throat and pulled you against my chest. You lolled your head towards me seeing now the devious glint that filled my expanding pupils. You were hazy, yet you still had the energy to shiver at the madness that flooded every apex of my body.

“Can you feel how your sweet pussy grips my cock?” I rasped.

You nodded as tears streamed down your face. My panting breath skimmed over your lips, before dipping my head and claiming them. My tongue fought entrance, your nails clutching at my leather jacket as I was showing no mercy at the assault of my hips and mouth. Our make-out session was brimful of lust, and a lecherous frisson ran down my spine. 

You were battling for a breath and I, to savor you. To ravage your sweaty flesh and my teeth marks to remain on your skin like favorable tattoos.

You are meant for me.

“Good. Because no one will have that but me.”

In a flash of movement, my hand forced your head back to the hood, and focusing on the thrust of my hips, my balls tightened as I ejaculated inside you. Letting my high linger for a while, I finally withdrew to fix my trousers.

Then I bend down to your entrance and sucking my cum from your red cunt, I grab a fistful of your hair, craning your neck to the side. As if you knew what I was planning, you opened your mouth like a good girl and I spit my seed for you to swallow.

I slapped your cheek with a mischievous smirk stretching across my lips.

“You did drugs, didn’t you?” You finally fess up once we are back in the car and ready to head back to the destination of my apartment. You might think I abide by the promise of returning you back to your house, though I won’t. After that experience, I don’t think I will be able to let you out of my sticky webs.

“Like someone wise said, don’t ask the obvious.”

You smiled at my tease, thus I noticed at the corner of my eye that there was sadness on your exterior. You weren’t fond of, since we first crossed paths, about me caning to such substances but it is easier to resume rather than quitting.

Soon your brows knitted into a deep line, losing yourself in your dreaming bubble. “You said about someone watching me when… You know…”

“Bending you over and fucking you?”

Blush crept through your cheeks and I repressed a laugh. “Yes. What was that about?”

Oh, how much I wanted to confess my sins of watching you on the restless night were exhaustion couldn’t reach me due to being far gone with your image invading my brain like obnoxious wasps. Therefore, when I glanced at your way and saw you skeptical, I just couldn’t.

In the end, I lied that it was simply a razz and there was no truth in my statement — thanking the destiny when you seemed convinced by my falsehood.

However, when you opened the sun visor to fix your smeared makeup, a photo slipped, before falling on your lap. And that photo was from nowhere else but you at the party I picked you up from.

[confessioncassette]

Thinking about squid game AU where you go to a nightclub alone to relieve some stress and dance it out while getting hammered…

Thanos and Nam-gyu find you on the dance floor and immediately sandwiches you between them. Thanos presses against your back, guiding your hips into his while Nam-gyu pushes his chest against yours.

Both of them giving sloppy open mouthed kisses on either side of your neck.

[shinuryoxx]

pairing/s: slight the recruiter x male!oc (if you squint, but it's not really important, nor is it part of the main pairings.)

cw: alcohol use, smoking, canon-typical violence, cursing, blood, mentions of organ harvesting, non-consensual drugging, kidnapping

➊ 𝗱𝗱𝗮𝗸𝗷𝗶 __

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗞 just hit the twelve-hour mark. just four more hours left before the club closes. the reminder is enough to make angelo's head throb, a headache in the making.

wiping the counter with a wet rag, angelo swings it over his shoulder once a woman, who looks way too young to drink, much less be in a club, occupies the stool in front of him. he can only nod mutely as she orders a cocktail, muttering a quiet: “coming right up,”

sex on the beach; easy enough to make.

angelo grabs a half-full bottle of vodka and pours one and a half ounce into a shaker. half an ounce of creme de cassis, a third ounce of peach schnapps, two ounces of orange juice, and two ounces of cranberry juice.

putting the lid on, angelo rapidly shakes the combination of alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks to thoroughly mix them before finally pouring the cocktail into a glass, garnishing it with a slice of orange and a maraschino cherry, and sliding it towards the woman.

angelo then writes the purchase down on her tab as per her request. damn, it's her fourth drink tonight; perhaps he should cut her off before she gets more wasted than she already is. probably. but angelo doesn't really give a damn if people blow off all their money to get shitfaced or not. it's not his business nor his problem.

a small sigh leaves angelo's lips and he turns to the other bartender beside him. “cover for me. i need a smoke.” the filipino doesn't bother waiting for a reply before he's already trudging towards the back room and past the ‘staff only’ sign. the sound of his co-worker cursing him out behind him reaches his ears, yet angelo simply reaches into his back pocket for his pack of marlboro red and metal lighter.

as angelo steps out into the dingy alley beside the club, he curses under his breath when he pats his pockets and fails to find his lighter. fuck, did he leave it in his other pair of dress pants?

just then, a hand holds out a lighter under the cigarette between his lips and lights the tip for him. angelo blinks in mild surprise before turning towards the man, who the filipino just realized is beside him. he adorns an expensive-looking suit, seams pressed neatly without a wrinkle in sight, a black briefcase in his other hand, and a seemingly polite smile on his lips.

“thanks,” angelo says flatly and goes back to minding his own business. the silence stretches on, but he doesn't mind. he finally has some peace and quiet without the dj making him go deaf. it doesn't last long, though, as the man decides to speak up. “sir, would you like to play a game with me?”

“go scam someone else.” angelo is quick to shut the man down, not even giving him the grace of looking at him. however the man seems undeterred and merely chuckles amusedly. “i'm not here to scam you. play a game of ddakji with me and i’ll pay you 100.000 won in cash.”

angelo's attention is caught upon hearing a faint click. glancing back to the man, his dark eyes immediately drop to the opened briefcase with multiple stacks of bills inside and two colored paper tiles, one blue and one red.

oh. now, he's interested.

“and if i lose?” angelo raises an eyebrow in distrust, taking a drag out of his cigarette before blowing the smoke right at the man's face to which he calmly waves away with his lips still curved up. “you pay me back the same amount.”

“i don't have that much.”

“then you can pay me with your body.”

“you're not my type, and i'd prefer to keep all my organs.”

angelo's blunt response pulls another chuckle from the man. “oh? that's a shame. though, i meant something else. a slap for each lost. how does that sound?” the filipino seems to think it over for a minute before eventually shrugging. “sure. why not.”

“please pick a color of your choice.”

without much thought, angelo goes for the blue tile, picking it up and flipping it in his hand. the man drops the red tile on the ground in return, “you start,” the filipino just nods before adjusting his stance, puffing out smoke once more, and pulling his arm back. his gaze narrows at the target and he swiftly slams the blue tile unto the red one, only for it to not even budge.

angelo isn't given a warning as the man slaps him hard enough to almost make him stumble and lose his footing. it's a good thing he doesn't because that would be humiliating and a hazard to his pride. his cigarette, however, is sent flying from his mouth. for a moment, it's silent, the filipino not moving a single muscle and the man waiting for his reaction.

with lightning speed, angelo's hand shoots out and the man's head snaps to the side at his strength. his uneven eyes widen ever so slight and his smile finally falters. did… did he just slap him? yes. yes, he did. it was so sudden, so fast that even though he knew of the possibility of the other person retaliating when he slapped them, he wasn't able to react in time.

“asshat. that was my last one.” angelo glares daggers into the man in front of him. he doesn't receive a response immediately, and he's one second away from hitting him again, back hand this time, when the man's shoulders start shaking with… laughter? it's soft at first before increasing in volume.

“i apologize. that was not my intention. shall we play one more round?” the man turns back to angelo, a smirk plastered on his features once more. he purses his lips in thought, but nods anyway. the man's smirk widens knowingly as he picks up the red tile and leans back a little before drawing his arm back and striking angelo's paper tile.

angelo's eye gives a faint twitch at the sight of his flipped tile. he inhales sharply as he's slapped a second time, his cheek already reddening and stinging. attempting to return the favor, the filipino gets ready to hit him back, although the man is ready this time and catches his hand before it can land.

“ah, ah, ah.” the man tuts with a theatrical pout. “that's not part of the rules.”

“tsk,” angelo scoffs before relenting, pulling his hand back from the man's grip. he lets him go easily enough. grabbing the blue tile, the filipino takes his time to aim properly then slams it down. unlike before, angelo manages to flip the man's tile.

angelo holds out his hand, closing and opening his fist. “pay up.” the man merely smiles at his eagerness and reaches into his briefcase. he hands the filipino the promised 100.000 won, which he immediately checks them for their realism before pocketing them.

they play a few more rounds together and angelo hates to admit it, but he lost more than he'd like. if his cheek wasn't red before, it definitely is now. ignoring the pain, the filipino observes with mild curiosity as the man pulls out a brown card. angelo accepts it, his dark eyes tracing the three symbols on the piece of cardboard. a circle, a triangle, and a square, he briefly wonders if it holds any meaning, but brushes it off in the end.

“if you wish to participate in similar games and win more money, please call this number.”

that makes angelo turn the card over to reveal a phone number. he looks back up at the man packing his things up, closing his briefcase with a click before moving to leave, though not before shooting the filipino another charming smile. “i wish you well, mr. ortiz.”

angelo waits until the man is out of his line of sight before mumbling to himself. “...how does he know my name?”

a pained grunt escapes angelo's chest as he's socked in the jaw yet again and he tastes copper. he struggles against the two men's holds on both of his arms on either side of him, but to no avail. the carpeted floor does little to cushion his probably bruised knees.

“a month has passed already. i'll ask again; where is my money?” despite asking calmly, the man, his boss — or better known as min-jun, looks close to popping a vein. min-jun's calloused fingers brush the blood coating his brass knuckles, tilting his head at angelo's sorry state. condescending as usual.

angelo spits out the blood pooling in his mouth, painting the carpet red with his ichor. “i told you already; i’ll get it for you. i just need more time.” his chin is then caught in min-jun's tight grip and he has to hold himself back from spitting on the man's face as he grows closer to his face.

“aish, that's what you always say. if you don't have the money next time, i'm taking those creepy eyes of yours… and maybe even a kidney or two.”

and with that min-jun delivers one last final kick to angelo's stomach, causing him to wheeze softly and double down in pain. the two lackeys finally let him go. the man sneers down at the filipino, flicks his cigarette ash at him, and leaves his apartment with the other two trailing after him.

it takes angelo a second to recover before getting to his feet with a small grunt. the bedroom door to his left cracks open and a teenage boy's head pops out from inside, quickly followed by a girl. “are they gone?” the girl is the first to break the silence.

“mhm-hm,” angelo swipes at his busted, bloody bottom lip, wincing subtly. the girl simply sighs before moving to look for a wet rag. “how are you going to get the money? he doesn't even pay you for working in his stupid club, and we're barely scraping by. the landlady has been looking for you, too.” the boy finally speaks up, concern etched onto his face.

right. rent is due again. although, angelo isn't really in the mood to woo her to bed again. “I'll find a way. you don't have to worry, ivan.”

“don't tell us not to worry when they just threatened to take your organs.” the girl comes back with a wet cloth. she drags angelo to their couch, which has definitely seen better days, pushing him to sit down before beginning to dab on his injuries. angelo lets out a quiet hiss at the sharp sting of alcohol.

“sophia, it's not your responsibility. besides, you're both too young to start working.”

sophia looks like she wants to argue, but she ends up holding her tongue as she continues to clean angelo's wounds. once she's done, he thanks his younger sister and the twins give him one last glance before disappearing into their shared bedroom once more.

with his siblings out of the way, angelo reaches into his pocket, and pulls out the brown card from before. a week has passed since his encounter with that strange man, and he hasn't called the number just yet. the filipino didn't see the need to… that is until now. desperate times call for extreme measures. beggars can't be choosers, after all.

taking out his phone, angelo types down the phone number before pressing the call button. it doesn't even get the chance to ring as the other person swiftly answers, obviously using a voice changer. “do you wish to participate in the game? if you wish to play, please state your name and date of birth.”

“ortiz angelo. third of october, nineteen ninety-nine.”

“i'll be back in a few days. don't leave the apartment unless for school, and come home immediately once all your classes are finished.”

“where will you be going?” sophia crosses her arms in front of her chest, narrowing her eye at angelo in suspicion. “somewhere,” he sighs softly as he ties his shoelaces by the door and gets ready to leave.

“jace is coming by later to check up on you guys.”

“really?!” ivan exclaims excitedly from beside sophia, grinning toothily. “we don't need a babysitter.” she pouts. “yes, you do.” angelo counters and pointedly looks at the twins with a raised eyebrow. the last time he left them fully alone, they almost burned the apartment down. it had taken more than getting inside the landlady's pants – more like up her skirt — that time.

“behave,” is all angelo says before leaving for the designated meeting place. it's not a long walk from his place and is actually in front of a nearby grocery store. eventually, the filipino arrives. he checks his phone for the time. 21:44. they should be here in a minute.

as if on cue, a black van appears in front of him and the front window rolls down to reveal a masked man with a white ‘O’ on his black mask in a hot pink uniform. “name and date of birth?”

angelo repeats the same thing he told the person on the phone and the van's door slides open. stepping inside and taking a seat, his eyebrows furrow in mild confusion at the sight of other people, all unconscious. something doesn't feel right, he thinks to himself.

all angelo remembers are his eyelids becoming much heavier than they did before, and smoke filling the vehicle before his eyes fell shut and he succumbed to a deep slumber.

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦

♱ 𝟬𝟬

♱ 𝟬𝟯

♱ 𝟬𝟮

♱ 𝟬𝟰

end

[lovelymindescape]

Characters I write for

The list is always open to changes. And it is possible that I'll write for them , just ask

Really into them right now: Nam gyu , Thanos , Dae ho , Sae byeok and the Frontman

Harry Potter: Harry Potter , Theodor Nott , Tom Riddle , Fred and George Weasley , Luna Lovegood , Sirius Black , Remus Lupin

LOTR / The Hobbit : Fili and Kili , Thorin , Aragorn , Legolas , Frodo , Sam , Merry and Pippin

Stray Kids : all members

Haikyuu ! : Karasuno High , Fukurōdani Academy , Nekoma High, Shiratorizawa Academy ,Date Tech High and Aoba Johsai High , here specifcally ask if I write for a character as that is dependend on my mood

Squid Game: Nam gyu / Player 124 , Thanos / Player 230 , Cho Hyun Ju / Player 120 , Dae ho / Player 388 , In - ho , Young il / Player 001 , Sae byeok / 067, Park Gyeong-Seok/ Player 246,

IF YOU HAVE A CHARACTER THAT IS NOT ON THE LIST , PLEASE ASK . MAYBE I JUST FORGOT TO ADD THEM

Have fun requesting 💕

[murderofravens]

BABY, I'M RIGHT HERE

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

part: 2/3 [finished]

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

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

word count: 8k more or less

SERIES MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

please ignore mistakes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

she couldn't hide.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"i just am."

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

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

"i promise."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it makes your heart jump.

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

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

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

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

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

you're not allowed to leave me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

amidst the chaos, you let out a chuckle.

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

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

nobody moves. you scoff bitterly. predictable.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

that’s when you notice it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

your vision goes black.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you have so much to say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he shakes his head. you snort bitterly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you glare at him, eyes narrowing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he looks unamused, “i can't do that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he smirks, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you whine, “please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“b-but—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you start to miss how things used to be.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you force your mind to be silent.

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

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

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

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

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

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[creamecafe]

Can you please write how squid game men will react to having a crush on reader?

How Squid Game Men Would Having to a Crush on Reader (Season 2 Edition)

Pairing: Squid Game Men x GN!Reader (No pronouns used)

Warnings: fluff, mentions of drug, SFW, kinda stalking but not yandere or dark! themes

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for requesting I hoped you enjoy! I'm sorry guys I couldn't add Lee Myung-Gi, it reached the limit for gifs so I'm doing part 2.

Women's version and a continuation will be posted soon!

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Seong Gi Hun

He thought that finding love or being attracted to someone was impossible after what he had been through

But when he saw you, it’s like seeing a past glance of his old self

Wants you on his team immediately

His social skills and personality he feels like has lost color, but would try just for you

Young-il

Thinks using the term “crush” is childish

He likes to use the word “fascinated”

Is always thinking of ways to talk to you

Is more smiley around you and asks you about your day

Thanos

Is lookin at you when he gets the chance to (Gettting breakfast or lunch)

Tries to come up with pick up lines for you, but ends up messing up (In which Nam Guy laughs and Thanos hits him)

Always rapping in front of you to seem cool

Has you by his side always and on his team

Doesn’t even want to take drugs because you’re considered to him his new addiction in a way

Kang Dae Ho

Once he realizes he has a crush on you, everything changes

He tries to not act so nervous around you, but he can’t help it

Stutters a lot when he talks to you

Has his jacket off a lot because he gets warm/flustered when thinking about you or when you’re around

Nam Gyu

Tries to act cool around you, but can't stop smiling around you

Thanos is hyping him up and would tease him about your crush

Is always fixing his hair before talking to you

Park Min-Su

Is shy as always, but around you is different

He likes you because you're the only in Thanos' group to actually treat him like a real person

Tries to muster up the courage to talk to you

Listens to you set up plans for the games because he loves hearing your voice

Hwang Jun-Ho

Tries to keep his chill persona up, but is nervous inside

Is always complimenting you how you look

Loves to give little subtle flirting hints but not too obvious

Salesman

Has a crush on you probably in the most unhealthy way, but still keeps his distance

Overhears what stuff you like and will buy it for you

Write down every thing you like and will remember

Will talk to you when he has the chance in the subway

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PORTRAIT OF MARKOV

SUMMARY; How Thanos & The Salesman) would react to a psychotic!reader. WARNINGS: Usual yandere stuff, blood, murder, based off Yuri from ddlc.

THANOS

Somewhat impressed?? If you match his freak, Thanos is more than a little pleased. And in a way, you become his right hand (person). Even more so than Nam-gyu. While regular Thanos (Choi Su-bong) is relatively normal—not a deranged psychopath—and scared little boy beneath the drugs floating in his blood cells, he is completely different while high and under the influence.

Thanos would probably seek you out during the six legged race, deciding to add you to his team after he sees your freaky nature. During mingle, he would totally dance with you and have the time of his life as he runs to a room, pushing the people who were there first completely out of the way. Maybe you and him aren’t that different.

THE SALESMAN

Like Thanos, this man is also very impressed. Don’t be fooled though, it takes a lot to impress a man like him. The salesman is known far and wide throughout the games organization for being a manic and sadistic psychopath, so it’s hard to compete. Yet, you somehow manage. You’re likely also a recruiter, taking joy in slapping and hitting people down on their luck—and Russian Roulette.

A sign of the salesman’s intrigue is when he asks you to play Russian Roulette with him. You each take turns, but even after hours of playing, the gun hasn’t even gone off. Little did you know, it wasn’t even loaded. The salesman couldn’t dare let someone as fascinating as you die so soon, could he?

Inspired by this request by @lilitt and Yuri from DDLC. I know I tend to lean into the grumpy x sunshine and innocent x psychopath tropes a lot, and it was fun to try writing something else for a change. Thank you for requesting!

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⛐ road trip with team thanos

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headcanons

♡ general headcanon dump (slight thanos x reader)

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♡ name not chosen yet :/ (work in progress) ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ thangyu

♡ healthy ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ can be read as platonic or romantic

headcanons

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[darkficslover]

Wowww I LOVE IT!! Both of them give such incel vibes😭

THANOS & NAMGYU NONCON HEADCANONS

WARNINGS — noncon fucking everything, drugging, i mean it’s fucked up obviously, thanos & namgyu seperate headcanons

THANOS

never in a million years did he think he’d end up in a scenario like this. he’s had tiny thoughts of doing such things when he’s gotten rejected, but now that he’s actually doing it, oh he fucking loves it.

loves to manhandle you. holding your wrists tightly in one hand, forcing your legs around his neck, having the absolute tightest grip on your hair, he absolutely lives for it.

whispers sweet nothings into your ear like this is all normal. cooing at the tears spilling from your eyes.

“no need to cry, i’ll make ya’ feel realllll good.”

marks you up everywhere. hickeys, bites, bites that draw blood, marks and scratches on your hips from his grip on you when trying to keep you from getting away…

definitely slips a pill into your mouth when he kisses you, not pulling away until he knows you’ve swallowed it.

he would love to be able to make you ride him. holding your wrists behind your back while you bounce on him. if you refuse to do so however, he’ll take his other hand and grip your hair, pulling it up as high as possible so you have to make yourself move up to stop the pain and then he just pulls your hair right back down so you smack against his balls. after he’s done that a couple times, he’s sure you’ll decide to just bounce on him without his help.

he takes pictures and videos as a souvenir. presses a deep kiss against you and snaps a picture. he snaps a picture of you on top of him while he has the tightest grip on your wrists. films a slow video showcasing all of the marks littering your body before debating weather or not to post it to his highlights or his private story.

loves slapping your pussy and cupping it in his hands. it makes you flinch away from his dick and right back down on it, doing the work for him. makes his dick twitch so much.

occasionally he likes to let go and let you try to push him away, knowing all of your efforts will be futile. it makes him laugh. but don’t push him too much. if you hit him too hard, he might loose that playful fucked up persona and just be straight fucked up, quickly becoming insanely mean. if you slap him a little too hard on the face, oh, you better believe he’s slapping you ten times harder. and as soon as he’s done and the tears slip from your eyes, he cups the red spot on your cheek, giving you a pouty lip.

“baby, shouldn’t have hit me, don’t cry at something you did! you shouldn’t live with regrets.”

this won’t be a one time thing. in fact, he wants to be with you in a relationship. it’ll probably end after like three months until he misses the times like this and forces you back in him, but this is not the last time you’ll see him. he might even rent out a hotel for a week and force you to stay there with him within those days. he’ll let you leave after the weeks up and his moneys all out, but he’s still going to stay glued to your side. makes you introduce him to your parents like he’s this perfect boyfriend when really he’s made your life a living hell and you want nothing more than to get away from him. if you tell anybody what he’s doing, the next time that he takes a quick photo with his hands wrapped around your throat, he’ll be sure to keep them there instead of letting go. you won’t even get to tell your poor family goodbye.

NAMGYU

he doesn’t particularly have fantasies of doing shit like this, but he can’t handle rejection. he’s thinking of you the rest of the night, thinking about how much of a bitch you were for saying no to him and pushing him away, his friends teasing him and pissing him off even more causes him to go through and fuck you out of your mind weather you want him to or not.

he definitely drugs you. slipping a pill that he honestly barely knows what it is into your drink. the moment he notices you have a bit of a wobble in your step he pulls you away from everyone around, leaving you oh so vulnerable to him.

he has a hand on your mouth the entire time (or his dick in it.) he doesn’t feel like listening to you bitch.

loves seeing your tears and the fear in your eyes. he hopes he fucks you up for the rest of your life. hoping that if a guy you hate asks you out, you’ll think twice about rejecting them and saying no, remembering this moment.

he doesn’t feel like having to hold you down. he wants to press his hand into your hips while the other remains on your lips, so he just gives you a simple threat.

“there’s a knife in my back pocket, i’m sure you don’t want me to use it, right? right, so i’d suggest you don’t hit me or push me away and we’re all good.”

sure he knows with the drugs in your system that your hits will do no harm to him, but he doesn’t care. don’t piss him off and maybe you’ll live and give him another chance to do this to you. also, he probably doesn’t even have a knife in his back pocket, but you didn’t need to know that.

tauntingly licks every tear that rolls down your cheek and onto his hand as he slams his hips against you, sending a taunting smirk your way.

also takes pictures and videos as a little souvenir. shoves the camera all in your face, making sure the flash is on while he adds commentary in the back.

“look at this dirty slut cryin’ all over my dick,”

“pulled me away from my friends and begged me to fuck her brains out, ain’t that right?”

of course you couldn’t respond, but so what? he simply starts laughing when you try to shake your head no. but he easily puts an end to that as he presses his palm even harder against your face, practically putting all his weight on it, threatening to break a tooth to keep you from moving your head an inch. it makes you want to reach out and stop him by grabbing his arms, but what if he really had a knife in his pocket? he told you not to touch him…

he’s a dick usually because his friends are around and he wants to impress them, but now he’s a dick to prove something to himself, to prove something to you. if you had just said yes, he’s sure he would’ve been nicer, and he lets you know that, throwing all the blame onto you.

“this is your fault you know? i asked you nicely, but you just had to be a giant bitch about it. those tears ain’t for me, they’re for your stupid decisions.”

definitely chokes you as he starts to cum in you, the end of your assault nearing. you poor thing, still so scared he’s gonna kill you that the moment you reach your hands up to stop him, you let them droop back down to your sides. the drugs already clouded your vision, the choking just darkened it even more.

when he’s done he zips his pants up before pulling yours up and dragging you to stand. he pulls you back inside the club to where his friends were, pressing a kiss against your neck in front of them.

“just had the time of our lives, didn’t we baby?”

you just nod your head as well as you can, it getting heavier and heavier by the minute. bragging to his friends about how they clearly shouldn’t have doubted him. he throws you on a chair somewhere and goes about his night. if some other guy wanted to have a turn with you, he gave them all the tools they needed. wasn’t his problem any longer!

he expects that next time he sees you at a party (or somehow in public) and he asks to fuck, you won’t say no. don’t make it any harder than it needs to be.

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

I would like a one shot that I can add to my collection: Yandere Thangyu using the 3 person Mingle round as an excuse to basically kidnap the reader for a,,, very aggressive love confession

I want this because of ✨reasons✨

Ours

Squid Game masterlist

Yandere!Thangyu x fem!reader

Cw/triggers: Threats, innuendo.

"Three."

Nam-gyu and Thanos immediately grabbed your arms, dragging you off into an empty room. Nam-gyu watched through the slit as the remaining players were shot, while Thanos slowly walked towards you, placing his hands on either side of your head on the wall.

Thanos was so high his pupils were almost as big as his irises.

"You," he started "belong to us now."

Then Nam-gyu turned around, watching with a grin. "Yes that's right. We're decided you're ours now." He agreed, coming to stand beside Thanos, who was looking at you with a small smirk.

"But I don't want to." Came your bold statement.

Thanos' hand swiftly reached out, gripping your throat. Not hard enough to cut off your air supply, but enough to prove his point.

"I don't care if you don't want to!" He growled.

Nam-gyu gripped your arm. "You should do what we say otherwise things could get... bloody for you."

Thanos leaned in. "After this fucking game, we will have our fun with you. Scream or beg, we wouldn't stop, and those other assholes won't do shit against it."

Nam-gyu looked at the counter on the wall, noticing only seconds until the next round starts.

"Hey man, I think we made our point, the doors will open in a few seconds. The next round should give her time to think." Nam-gyu said.

Thanos looked at Nam-gyu, shooting you a smirk before letting you go.

"That's right, think about it while you can."

Then the doors unlocked and both walked out, leaving you there with both their lingering threats.

[banananutmuffin28]

What Should I Write Next?

Omg, since I’m feeling productive I’m planning on making a cute little outline for all my goals.

Since I have so many requests and ideas, I need a little help deciding what to write after I post part 2 of Player! Se-Mi x FEM! Guard Reader.

[shinuryoxx]

pairing/s: mentioned (past) player 196/kang mi-na x male!oc, platonic!male!oc x female!oc, slight thanos x male!oc, slight nam-gyu x male!oc, slight myung-gi x male!oc

cw: unhealthy relationship/s, implied forced pregnancy, slight misogyny, implied smoking, implied alcoholism, mentioned child abuse/neglect, mommy issues, slow burn, cursing, mentioned kidnapping, canon-typical violence

➋ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼𝘀 __

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 of light footsteps padding across the wooden floor was loud in the dead of night. a little boy around the age of seven tilted his head curiously at the sight of the kitchen light being on. as he crept closer, he could hear voices, getting louder the nearer he gets.

“—ault? you did this to me, and you can't even be bothered to help me raise it!” screams a shrill female voice before the loud noise of glass shattering on the ground sounds out, causing the little boy to flinch and stop in his tracks momentarily. he should probably return to his bedroom. he could drink water in the morning. but hearing his father's voice filled with such animosity caught his attention.

“damn it, woman! you already know why i can't. i work my ass off the entire day to provide for us!”

“yeah? with what money? you wasted it all on those stupid cigarettes you always buy, booze, and those pointless bets you always lose! you're useless! you all are! useless, useless, useless!”

“as if you're one to talk. angelo always comes up to me every time i come home from work, asking for food. do you not feed him, woman? have you not seen how he's all skin and bones now? what kind of a mother are you?!—”

“nanay? tatay?” angelo hesitantly calls out in a small voice, standing by the kitchen doorway, and it finally pacifies their fight for the meantime. the man’s scowl disappears as his face visibly softens, wrinkles smoothen out, while the woman barely spares their child a glance, scoffing under her breath.

between his parents lay broken shards of glass with some sort of strong alcohol that angelo didn't recognize pooling all around them, its sharp stench stinking up the kitchen.

“angie, what are you doing out of bed?” his father's voice was gentle as if he didn't wish to scare him away. the man crouched down low on the floor to match angelo's height. he gestured for the little boy to approach. however, angelo's feet stay planted on the wooden floor, face blank.

angelo is so much like his mother, his father's chest aches at the thought.

“i couldn't sleep. i’m thirsty.” angelo answers matter-of-factly. his gaze drifts towards his mother and stays on her, silently begging the woman to meet his eyes. yet she continues to only look off to the side, her flat expression mirroring his almost hauntingly. the similarity is eery.

“all right. let's go get you a glass, and you can go back to bed.”

“...–arth to angelo~” a high-pitched female's voice coos in angelo's ear in a sing-song tone, followed by a soft scoff, and a second later, a shriek. “come on. wake up already, you lazy sack of shit!”

angelo grunts lowly as sharp acrylic nails dig into his bicep and begins shaking him. “five more minutes… i have the night shift.” turning over to his side, he waves the hands away and pulls up the thin, white blanket he had been provided with.

“angelo, you dickhead. i'll dump all your cigarettes in the toilet if you don't get your ass up. now!”

that finally gets angelo to crack his eyes open, droopy eyelids squinting into a glare. if looks could kill, the police won't even find her body. “then i'll kill pinkie. i've been craving pork chops lately.” angelo threatens back as he slowly sits up and rubs the crusts from his eyes, his limbs still heavy from sleep.

“don't you dare!” the young lady, who's actually a co-worker of his named kira, gives a horrified gasp, pouting exaggeratedly and poking angelo's chest with a pink acrylic nail. he only rolls his dark eyes at her antics. of course, he won't do anything to her pet piglet. angelo may not feel remorse, but he isn't that cruel either.

“where are we anyway?” taking in their new surroundings, angelo finally decides to address the elephant in the room. he should've known it was a kidnapping the moment he saw the other passengers passed out — does it even count as a kidnapping if the filipino technically consented and climbed inside the vehicle on his own free will or is he merely trying to place the blame on anyone but himself?

…

no, yeah, it's definitely a kidnapping. angelo hadn't consented to being drugged.

“hah? how should i know? i'm here just like you!” kira's whining pops his bubble of thoughts. angelo heaves out a sigh and reaches up to comb his fingers through his hair, hoping to fix the mess of dark locks. “you're no help as usual.”

“excuse you, mr. i-smoke-fifty-cigarettes-a-day-and-probably-won't-make-it-past-thirty. i'll have you know; i'm plenty of help. if it weren't for me waking your lazy ass, you would've slept through the entire announcement!”

“announcement?” angelo repeats, his eyebrows furrowing. he swings his legs out of bed and takes a moment to stretch his sore muscles until he hears a satisfying pop before making his way through the sea of people. fuck, was he really the last to wake up?

as angelo unapologetically pushes past several others, not heeding their complaints and curses at him, he finally arrives close enough to observe the masked people in pink attires clearly. it's not his fault he prefers not to wear his glasses.

“to ensure fair gameplay and confidentiality, it is our policy not to reveal the faces and identities of staff. please understand.” the one with the white square on their mask states, though it does nothing to ease the crowd's unruliness and suspicion, the words mostly going in one ear and out the other

“did you take off my clothes and put these on me?” angelo's attention is drawn to the familiar voice and he turns to find a long-haired brunette with blue braids in her hair holding up her green tracksuit jacket.

hm, so mi-na's here as well.

“hey, isn't that your ex?” kira, who seems to have finally caught after him, points out the obvious. literally. she raises a pointer finger in the brunette's direction, and angelo has to push her arm back down to avoid attracting attention with her shameless action. “obviously,”

“what's with these shoes?” out of the corner of angelo's eyes, he spots a blur of purple, causing him to lift an eyebrow. it's not often people dye their hair in south korea, and especially not such an obnoxious shade of purple, yet the filipino finds it slightly interesting. after all, purple is his favorite color.

“my shoes are limited fucking edition. they're hard to find! are you going to replace them if they get ruined?”

it's a shame it belongs to such an annoying mouth, angelo sighs at his musings. he's already on his way to drown out the purple-haired man's temper tantrum when mi-na speaks up once more. “these don't fit and the color sucks.” she complains with a small pout on her cherry pink lips before they transform into a sly smile. “can i just have what you're wearing instead? i like pink.”

“me, too, please! although… lose the mask. it's ugly and would hide my cute face.” kira joins in, twirling a strand of her bleach-dyed hair with pink highlights. her remark earns her a snort from angelo, the corners of his lips curving up faintly.

feeling eyes on him, angelo looks up and finds himself making eye contact with mi-na from across the room. he watches as the brunette goes from wide-eyed in disbelief to giving him a much more genuine smile and waving a pink manicured hand at him, to which the filipino returns with a lazy smirk.

“I'm sorry, but that is not possible. you must be in your uniforms for the games.” the pink-clad person doesn't sound apologetic at all. speaking of uniforms, though… angelo peers down on himself, the number 002 looking back at him on the left side of his green tracksuit jacket. how did he not notice that before?

“what about my phone?” a man pushes through the crowd to get to the front. “why did you take my phone and wallet? give them back, please.” angelo tilts his head to the side. you've been taken to an unfamiliar place full of unfamiliar people and that's the first thing you ask about? he supposes a phone can be used to contact the police.

“we're keeping your belongings safe. we'll return them once the games are over.”

“at least give me my phone. i need to check the crypto market. if i lose money, will you compensate me?” oh. nevermind. so the guy isn't concerned about his whereabouts at all. that's good to know, angelo slightly deadpans.

“we will return it to you once the games are over.” the square mask repeats. even the voice charger isn't enough to hide their growing irritation at everyone else's bullshit this time. angelo vaguely wonders how long it'll take before they finally snap.

“i need to monitor the real-time prices! do you know how much i've invested?—”

“player 333, lee myung-gi.” angelo observes with mild curiosity as the masked person pulls out a small remote before a video of… the man, myung-gi, the filipino takes note, playing ddakji and receiving a slap to the face. how… humiliating.

“age thirty, used to run a youtube channel called mg coin. after convincing subscribers to invest in a new crypto coin called dalmatian, causing losses of approximately 15.2 billion won, you shut down and disappeared. you're wanted for fraud and for violating telecom and financial investment laws. current debt levels, 1.8 billion won.”

a hint of amusement flashes in angelo's dark eyes as myung-gi looks around in embarrassment at being called out so blatantly in front of everyone else, unintentionally meeting the filipino's gaze, who just cocks his head at him, and immediately growing more flustered. meanwhile, kira has a hand over her mouth to muffle her own sadistic giggles.

the pink-clad person proceeds to out multiple other players as well, both those who spoke out and those who didn't, including mi-na and the purple-haired man from before, who angelo now learns is named choi su-bong.

“player 002, ortiz angelo, 2 billion won in debt.” angelo frowns as his turn comes up. what did he even do? a few faint gasps of disbelief ring out when the tv shows the filipino slapping the man behind the camera back and actually succeeding. glancing around, he's met with almost everyone staring at him with varying expressions of shock and/or amusement.

“what, you're telling me none of you have tried to smack that asshole back?” raising his eyebrow, angelo asks the crowd. some shift their gazes at having been caught staring while some shake their heads or mumble under their breaths in response to his rhetorical question. he hears quiet snickering from somewhere, and finds it coming from a man with a short bob and the numbers 124 on his jacket.

unlike player 124, kira shamelessly laughs out loud, hitting angelo on the back as tears gather on her waterline. “bwahahahaha!— you should've seen your face when he slapped the shit out of you—”

“player 50, yamada kira, 200 million won in debt.”

that instantly shuts the blonde up, her mouth gaping in offense like a fish out of water. “oh, come on! seriously, dude? what did i even do—” before she can finish, angelo raises a hand to cover her mouth, effectively silencing her whining. “close your mouth. a fly might fly in.” the filipino half-heartedly scolds, but he's smirking up at her. in return, kira shoots him a glare before licking a fat, wet stripe on his palm, and angelo swiftly takes his hand back in disgust. “are you serious—”

“all of you in this room have crippling debts and are now on a cliff-edge. when we first came to you, you did not trust us either. but as you know, we played a game and gave you money as promised. and so you trusted us and volunteered to participate according to your own free will.”

they have a point, angelo and kira send each other a look.

“you have one last chance to decide. do you want to live like a piece of trash, running from creditors or will you seize the last opportunity we are offering?” angelo releases a mirthful huff at the harsh words. so much for encouragement.

with another click of the remote, the lights dim and a large piggy bank descends from the ceiling, attracting everyone's attention. angelo can basically smell the greed coming from each person in the room, and admittedly also from him. it's like dangling a piece of meat above a pack of hungry hyenas.

“what you see now is the piggy bank where your valuable prize money will be stored. after each of the six games you will play, the prize money will accumulate in this piggy bank.”

“how much is the prize money?” a man with glasses voices everyone's thoughts. this better be worth it, angelo thinks to himself. he prefers having his eyes and kidneys still intact and in his body by next month.

“the prize money for the games is 45.6 billion won in total.”

yeah, it's definitely worth it.

angelo leans against the metal frame of the random bunk bed, silently observing as players form lines to sign contracts. “you chose to participate, too, right?” kira asks from beside him, sitting on the bed and swinging her legs idly with a lollipop in her mouth. how'd she manage to sneak it in?

he has no idea.

“i have to. bastard came by my apartment this time.” heaving out a quiet sigh, angelo's gaze hardened at the memory of the confrontation. kira's eyes widen before she furrows her eyebrows and gives a worried frown. “with sophia and ivan home?”

“don't worry. he didn't see them; they hid in the bedroom.”

angelo's reassurance pulls a sigh of relief from kira. “good. who knows what he'd do if he finds something else to use against you.” oh, the filipino already knows what would happen. it's not hard to piece together what a sadistic man like min-jun can and would do.

“anyways, i see you still have all your fingers and teeth. organs? not too sure. but damn, he let you go again? even yeong-su didn't receive as much mercy from min-jun as you have. if i didn't know any better, i’d say he likes you~” chuckling softly, kira attempts to lighten the mood.

“i would rather be dissected alive and fully aware.” while angelo's face is blank as he says this, kira knows him well enough to see the traces of pure disgust on his features. it earns him a loud cackle from the blonde. she's fully aware of how the two can't seem to be in a room together without trying to kill one or the other, but some moments make her doubt their hatred for each other.

“the amazing myung-gi from mg coin? is that you?” angelo's subtly perks up upon hearing that, his dark eyes drifting from kira to myung-gi being harassed by player 124 and su-bong. oh? what has player 333 done now?

“who are you?” anyone can catch the wariness in myung-gi's tone. it's never good when someone recognizes his online persona. “you may not know me, but i know you. mg coin.” su-bong points at him and then himself, grinning maliciously. “i was subscribed to your channel. and i lost a shitload of money, asshole.”

“so did i,” player 124 chimes in. okay. bad vibes, gotta go. “you've got the wrong person.” lying straight through his teeth, myung-gi tries to push past the duo before su-bong stop him by placing a tattooed hand on the ex-youtuber's shoulder. “i watched your content all day, every day. now i even see you in my dreams, motherfucker.” the purple-haired man drops his easy smile and his eyes grow big in anger.

interesting. that piques angelo's curiosity further. having dreams of the person who'd ruined your life is definitely something, though the filipino doesn't exactly get to talk, since he often dreams of wrapping his own hands around min-jun’s neck and squeezing until his last breath leaves his lips.

“was your name nam-su?” resting his arm on player 124's shoulder, su-bong briefly turns his attention to the black-haired man beside him. “it's nam-gyu. from club pentagon—” the man, now known as nam-gyu, is quick to correct him, yet he's simply waved off by su-bong. “right,”

at least now, angelo can put a name to the face.

growing bored and losing interest in the conversation, angelo goes back to tuning out everything else. “i haven't seen you being this interested in someone else's business in a while.” kira pipes up from beside him as she takes her strawberry lollipop out of her mouth to talk better. he'd almost forgotten about her presence.

“i'm not,” angelo lets out a small huff, his hands in his jacket's pockets. fuck, how does no one else feel cold in this place? “uh-huh,” clearly, kira doesn't believe him, but she decides to let it go. for now. she always has time to bother him later.

as the three men's fight seems to finally cease and su-bong and nam-gyu leave myung-gi alone for the time being, the duo walks past angelo and kira. they shortly make eye contact with the filipino, who merely stares back with a disinterested expression, before they make their way to god knows where.

angelo fails to notice the way the two troublemakers look back at him from over their shoulders, faces holding varying looks off scrutiny and curiosity.

the masked guards take all of the players to the get their photos taken once everyone signed their contracts. a song that angelo doesn't recognize plays on the speakers, and it causes him to wish he was deaf just so he doesn't have to listen to it. once the filipino finally arrives at the photo booths alongside kira, he quickly spots mi-na, who's waves him over.

before angelo can even decide whether or not he'd actually approach the brunette, kira's already waving back enthusiastically and skipping over. he softly sighs to himself, he supposes it wouldn't hurt to catch up with mi-na.

the last time they've talked was during their break up. unlike most people after becoming exes, both of them actually stayed on good terms despite not speaking to each other anymore. no hard feelings, mi-na had said and he agreed. it really was no big deal for him. just like with his other past relationships over the years.

and so, angelo makes his way over to the two ladies, although they seem to be busy chatting away like best friends who haven't seen each other for a while — and honestly? they might as well be. mi-na's attention shifts to angelo as he draws closer, and she immediately throws her arms around him in a hug. simply wrapping an arm around her waist in response, the filipino mumbles a greeting. “hello to you, too. I guess,”

“angelo! it's been, like, what? three years? how are you?” mi-na pulls back and places a hand on her hip. “eh. same old, same old. nothing really has changed.” kira elbows angelo for his dry answer, yet the brunette only chuckles, used to how he is in general.

“and your siblings? how are they doing?”

“good. they're fifteen now.”

“shit, really? last i remember they were, like, nine.” they were not nine. “i gotta have to visit them some time. probably after we're through with this shit.”

angelo hums in agreement before he finally asks a question of his own. “how'd you manage to be in debt? you seemed fine the last time we met.” mi-na's cheeks fills with color, embarrassed by her predicament — or maybe it's just the makeup she has on. “i'd rather not talk about it.”

nodding slightly, angelo doesn't push her for an answer. he only asked so that the brunette would think he cared. he doesn't, not really, but he tries. sometimes, when he feels like it.

“—i’m gyeong-su, big fan. i've been to several of your concerts. please take a picture with me.”

“me too! me too!” multiple other players exclaim as they hurriedly rush to the purple-haired man's side, pushing past other people, including kira, who almost stumbles at a particularly careless shove if it weren't for angelo swiftly slinging his arm around her waist, and catching her on time.

“hey! what was that for?!” a scowl paints kira's pink lips as she turns to whoever had dared to make her almost fall. she could've fallen on her cute face and ruined it with bruises! however, no one seems to pay her any mind, too preoccupied with fawning over su-bong.

angelo watches with a raised eyebrow as the crowd huddles around su-bong for a group photo. is he some big shot that the filipino doesn't know about? by the looks and sound of it, it seems like it.

“hey, i don't mind having three more people. come on.” the purple-haired man beckons them over, smirking smugly. the trio merely look him up and down, mi-na flipping her hair over his shoulder and continuing her conversation with angelo, and kira scoffing loudly before sauntering over to a now-free photo booth.

“i'm taking my picture first, so we can get this over with. it's starting to stink here.”

“whore,” nam-gyu mutters from over su-bong's shoulder, but he's too focused on glaring daggers into the brunette speaking with angelo to hear. just he waits, the purple-haired man will get his attention soon enough. one way or another.

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦

♱ 𝟬𝟬

♱ 𝟬𝟭

♱ 𝟬𝟯

♱ 𝟬𝟰

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[lovelymindescape]

BLOG INTRODUCTION

REQUESTS : OPEN

Read this and this before requesting tho

hello everyone! i'm lovelymindescape. 🤗

🌸About me : my name is E. (she/her) , I'm from western europe, I'm a proud mom of 8 pets, I speak about 5 languages, I'm reblogging and sharing things I like but also want to write 💗

🌸my interests: a lot of things actually ! I like music and watching movies and Shows, I am a really big fan of swinging and I have a big swing in my garden, I like drawing and just started my journey with digital Art 💗

🌸tagging: you can tag me anything you want to : games , stories you recommend , things you like me to see

Here's :

《MY MASTERLIST》

《MY REQUEST GUIDELINES》

《MY "CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR" LIST 》

🌸the fandoms I do matchups for:

▫️ lord of the rings / the hobbit ▫️ harry potter (let me know if you'd want a character from a specific era) ▫️Stray Kids ▫️Haikyuu▫️Tvdu and TO ▫️Squid Game ▫️

🌸the fandoms I write headcanons, social media au's and stories for :

▫️Stray Kids▫️Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit ▫️Haikyuu▫️Harry Potter ▫️Squid Game ▫️

I'll write : fluff , hurt/comfort , angst, maybe smut

Enjoy your stay and feel free to slide into my ask box anytime! I love nice asks , requests and games 🌸💗

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[shinuryoxx]

𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗠𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡,

a squid game fanfic

♱ one-sided

yandere!

thangyu

x male!oc

♱ myung–gi

x male!oc

♱ best read

in: dark

mode.

♱ lowercase

intentional

𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 angelo catches the attention of two drug addicts while participating in dangerous children games for money...

...it's a shame he only

seems to have eyes

for a certain

ex-youtuber.

❝ love me like you mean it,

a little bit harder now... ❞

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗥

squid game is

not mine nor

are the

characters,

unless i say so.

for example:

my ocs.

❝ love me up and down,

a little bit harder now... ❞

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚

this work

contains

explicit

descriptions

of: blood and

gore,

character

death,

violence,

mental

disorder, use

of illegal

substances,

child abuse,

toxic

relationships,

sexual

themes, and

more that

i've probably

forgotten.

❝ take me down,

a little bit harder now... ❞

𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚

♱ random guy from pinterest as

𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟𝗢 𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗭

♱ choi seung-hyun as

"𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗦" 𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗜 𝗦𝗨-𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗚

♱ roh jae-won as

𝗡𝗔𝗠-𝗚𝗬𝗨

♱ yim siwan as

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗠𝗬𝗨𝗡𝗚-𝗚𝗜

... and the rest of the

squid game cast.

❝ down to the dance floor,

a little bit harder now... ❞

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦

♱ 𝟬𝟭

♱ 𝟬𝟯

♱ 𝟬𝟮

♱ 𝟬𝟰

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