#squid game x reader

[amphibiahawks321]

M!Reader : You're the most jealous yet sweetest woman I've ever met

Sae-Byeok : [Glares] You know another women?

M!Reader : ......This is why I love you

#sae byeok #sae byeok x reader #squid game #squid game x reader #male reader

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Yandere Sangwoo in the games

AU (two can live at the end) - Mentions of killing - Manipulation - NSFW - Jealous!Sangwoo - Mentions of Death -

Yandere in games Sangwoo its a beast for the rest and a big softie for you.

You two know each other from college and Sangwoo always had a crush on you but never acted on it.

He tought being your friend was enough and he got to know your deepest secrets, but as soon as he saw how he could do other things with you if you two were together he started to get jealous and separated himself from you during last years.

This was to keep himself from going after your partner and punch them for hurting you or him getting delusional by your constant show of emotions towards him.

When he sees you in the games his mind its one thing: protect

Even if you are mad at him by how he cut you off without you knowing the reason he still makes you be part of his "team" (he needs to thank Gi-hun since he was the one to convince you).

But oh hell, you just made a Friends with the others so quickly-

He wants nothing but to put a knife on their necks.

He gives you small hints for the games, taking your hand by his forcefully making you go for the circle in the honey game.

Yes you are angry at him but Sangwoo is thinking in your survival (and his) and also thinking how good your hand feels against his. How soft your skin his and how cute you are when you press your hand around his when the game its announced.

Still....you are dense and dont let the pass go easily. So you end ignoring him most of the time. You tried once to get the reason of why he stopped taking to you but Sangwoo said it was not the time to talk about it.

So you go back to ignore him.

However one night he decides to go back to your bed. Laying down with you after one particular hard game, using your vulnerable state to whisper sweet words to help you feel less scared.

You just happened to lose one friend in the marble game and now you are too tired and sad to understand things. So of course you let Sangwoo in your bed. You let him pull you towards him, he kisses the back of your neck and ear making you shiver. He would use one hand to caress your belly imagining a life with you an a child in the future.

As some times passes you will find yourself trusting him more. Sangwoo ends being your shadow and your brain. Literally, he is the one who takes the decisions and does not let you say anything.

When the game of the glass PUENTE came you saw how Sangwoo pushed that men. You two fought over it like a married couple him saying it was to protect you but you still blame him as a murder.

And Sangwoo ends mad but somehow aroused by your strong persobality and convictions so he takes your hand and makes you go to the batrhoom with him with the excuse that is to wash the blood but its to fuck you inside one of the stalls.

Truly, you are not sure if you want him like this but at the feeling of his hot brath against your neck and his demanding kisses. His fingers touching you nice and fast hitting your weak spot and then his hard dick ending inside you and how he tells you how much he has dream about this and how nice you feel around him. You dont even notice when he cums inside you till later that night after the nice dinner they gave you.

Since you two are being so loved by the rich people seeing the games its decided two can win.

So now you have to fight off Gi-hun and Sae-byeok something that does not set down with you till you see Sangwoo killing her once Gi-hun its knocked down on the floor, blood coming out from his head.

And so the game ends. You two are drugged again and left on a cold park together. Sangwoo its the first to wake up and would quickly check his account and make you check yours. Since you are too stunned to do anything Sangwoo will use this chance to take you back to his aparent. He knows you will be mad at him for the next weeks so he needs to have you by his side so he can convince you that he is the best choice you have (you dont have one) and that you need him. Because who is going to believe you about the games? For sure you will need someone to talk to.

Basically, bond by trauma and manipulation. I can see him getting you to see his mother (who you already knew) telling her you two are an item and since you cant bring yourself to break the poor humans heart you will you accept your fate by Sangwoo side.

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Notes: this was so long and took me so much energy guys :,)

#squid game imagines #squid game x y/n #squid game x reader #sangwoo x y/n #sangwoo x reader

[niki-phoria]

i'm so in love with her help

pairing: saebyeok x gn!reader (they/them pronouns) genre: fluff, some comfort word count: 2.4k (longest fic i've ever written :)) )

summary: saebyeok protecting her s/o when the fights break out

warnings: not exactly canon compliant but i tried, mainly based on ep 04, canon typical violence, blood, murder, violence, cussing, reader gets stabbed, reader hits someone with a pipe, deoksu is deoksu

a/n: i've been rewatching squid game and falling in love with saebyeok again so i made this. i'm thinking of writing for her so feel free to send any requests (male/gn only)

requests open !! read my rules first

your shoulder just barely brushes against saebyeok’s as you sit down next to her. you set the soda down by your feet, peeling the boiled egg in your hands. you remain in silence as you watch the other players continue shuffling through the line, each taking one bottle of soda and a boiled egg each. 

your attention is stolen away from your food when a man starts yelling at the guard in front of him. “where’s my food?” 

“we prepared enough food for each of the players.” the guard says. 

“i didn’t get any! how can you prepare enough if you leave five people without anything?” 

from across the room, a woman stands, pointing over at deoksu and his group. he seems unbothered by the sudden attention, simply taking another swing from the bottle of stolen soda. “i saw them take food twice.” deoksu scoffs, looking over at her. the man spins on his heel, walking over to him. he walks up to deoksu, leaning in so their faces almost touch. “do you think it’s funny?” the man asks. “taking someone else’s food?” 

deoksu steps back, tilting the bottle in his hand. “this is yours?” he raises an eyebrow. “i don’t see your name on it.” 

“you asshole!” the man yells out, grabbing at the bottle. deoksu refuses to let go. they scuffle for a few seconds before the bottle slips from their hands, falling to the ground and shattering. soda spreads across the floor, mixing with the broken glass. 

“you fucking idiot,” deoksu hisses, punching the man. you flinch as the man falls to the ground, failing to fight back. deoksu is unrelenting as he continues hitting him until the man lays on the ground, unmoving. he kicks the man’s stomach until he coughs up blood onto the tile floor before finally walking away. 

the guards stand unmoving from across the room. dread builds in your stomach as you watch deoksu walk back to his group. you can almost feel the tension spreading across the room, a silent agreement between the players that a fight is going to break out sooner rather than later. a man walks over to the unmoving man, kneeling down next to him. he shakes him a little. “hey, are you alright?” the man presses two fingers against his neck, searching for his pulse point before looking up, confirming what you’re already fearing. the dread starts turning into fear. the realization that it may not only be the games that kill you, but the players as well, sends shivers down your spine. 

 a man - player 456 stands. “a player is dead!” he yells. he ignores his friend’s pitiful attempt to stop him, walking up to the guards. “how could you just let a player die?” 

the guards don’t respond. behind them, the doors open. two more guards enter, carrying a box. “player 174 has been eliminated.” the announcement plays. your eyes stay glued to the guards as they kneel down to place the man’s body into the box before placing the lid on top and carrying it out of the room. 

you’re brought back to reality when saebyeok gently nudges you with her knee. “are you okay?” she whispers. 

after a few seconds, you reply. “we’re not safe here. what if the fighting continues?”

she glances over at deoksu and his group before refocusing on you. “hey, don’t worry, okay? i’ll protect you.” you look over at her, nodding. despite her reassurances, the fear you’re feeling remains, settling deep into your stomach. saebyeok subtly reaches over to grab your hand, stroking her thumb against your knuckles. “nothing will ever hurt you. not while i’m here. i promise.” 

she stares deep into your eyes. their darkness is alluring. you allow yourself to get lost in them. the death games and murder and your suffocating debts don’t matter. at least not right now, with saebyeok holding your hand and promising your safety. 

you’re stiff as you lay in your bed, staring up at the bunk above yours. “lights out in 30 seconds.” the announcement plays. you can barely see the timer on the wall as it counts down. each second feels simultaneously agonizingly slow and increasingly fast. 

anxiety continues to build in your stomach as the lights shut off. there’s a few seconds of tense silence before you can hear someone leaving their bed. they creep through between the various bunks until they stop moving. his words are barely audible as he whispers something before a woman screams. the sound makes you flinch. your body freezes. the sound paralyzes you. 

you aren’t given any time to react before more people start leaving their beds, mindlessly attacking each other. the overhead lights start flickering above you. you slip out of your bed before the bunk starts falling, desperate to put any distance between yourself and any other players. 

you gasp when someone grabs your arm, pushing you back against the brick wall. the breath is stolen from your lungs as they pin you there. you bring your hands up to protect yourself. something slashes into the flesh of your forearm, barely missing your face. 

you kick at your attacker, trying to get away. their grip falters slightly, but it isn’t enough for you to break free. adrenaline controls all of your actions. the man pinning you to the wall brings his hand up. he’s holding a piece of broken glass from a soda bottle. he stabs forwards, aiming for your chest. you desperately twist your body away from him. it pierces your shoulder instead, digging deep into your flesh. 

you aren’t given any time to dwell on the pain when the man is forcefully pulled off of you. he yells out as he hits the ground, tumbling down away from you. your savior grabs your forearm, pulling you away from the group of men chasing you. 

you pant as you follow them into the darkness underneath a bunk. when the lights flash again, you can finally see who they are. saebyeok. she holds your face, eyes fixated on your own. “i’m okay,” you pant, reaching up to grab her hand. 

“you’re not,” she murmurs, pressing a hand against your shoulder. you wince at the pressure. 

“i will be.” in the flashes of light you can see the blood that coats her jacket and shirt. deep red soaks into the fabric, staining it. “you’re covered in blood.” 

“it’s not mine.” the words bring an odd sense of comfort to you. despite their connotation, you feel selfishly grateful that saebyeok’s life was spared in place of someone else’s. 

your internal debate is interrupted when she grabs your hand. in the momentary break from the chaos she quickly squeezes it three times. your code. i love you. “come on,” she whispers. “we’re not safe here.” you nod, forcing yourself to stand on shaky knees. she lets you intertwine your fingers, leading you to the other side of the room. 

you recognize the man she approaches. player 456. he lets out something akin to a relieved sigh, glancing over saebyeok’s shoulder at you. “you came.” 

“you asked.” the shake in her voice is barely noticeable, but you can tell that it’s there. you squeeze her hand, glancing behind you. deoksu pants, gripping saebyeok’s pocket knife in his hand. you pull her with you out of the way, grunting as your injured shoulder slams against the ground. 

another man steps in, swinging a metal pipe he must’ve gotten from the bunks at deoksu. you clamber to your feet as saebyeok positions her body in front of yours. 

all around you, the fighting continues. you kick another man away from you, wrestling the pipe he holds out of his hands and swinging it against his temple. bile builds in your throat as his body collapses to the floor.

saebyeok’s hand slipping into your own once again spreads relief throughout your body. she keeps you close to her before the old man starts yelling from somewhere above you. “stop it!” his voice shakes. “at this rate, we’re all going to die! i’m scared!” 

the lights turn on almost immediately. the doors swing open to reveal a group of guards. a man in a square mask raises a handgun, firing multiple shots into the ceiling. 

the chaos stops almost immediately. you drop the pipe in your hand, watching as the guards begin to approach. you only let go of saebyeok’s hand when they raise their guns at you, ordering you to turn around as they pat you down. 

your hands shake as you keep them raised. behind you, a guard leans in, his voice low. “player 456, is there a man named hwang in-ho here?” 

“we don’t know each other’s names.” he responds. the guard doesn’t outwardly react, instead moving on to pat down the rest of the players. 

you drop your hands back down to your side when the guards regroup in front of the door. they hold their guns over their chest. behind them, another swarm of guards approaches. they carry coffins decorated to look like a present box. 

you sit back down next to saebyeok on the remains of a bunk bed. she reaches over to grab your hand, squeezing it in hers. you watch as the guards silently pick up each corpse, placing them into the coffins before setting the lid on top and carrying them out - two per box. 

once you’re sure the fighting has stopped, saebyeok turns her attention to your shoulder. her hands are gentle as she peels your jacket out of the way before you slip your arm out of the shirt underneath to give her full access to the wound. she presses a nearby blanket against it to stop the bleeding, cursing under her breath. “i don’t think you’ll need stitches.” 

you nod to yourself. “that’s good.” the words feel as hollow as they sound. 

“do you know who did this?” 

“no,” you wince as she increases the pressure. “it was too dark.” 

saebyeok doesn’t outwardly react again, instead ripping the blanket apart into a makeshift bandage. she wraps it around your arm, checking it periodically to make sure it isn’t bleeding too much. her voice is barely a whisper when she speaks again. she leans in so her lips ghost against your neck, breath warm against your skin. it sends shivers down your spine. it always has whenever she takes care of you. “come find me tomorrow. the fighting won’t stop tonight.”

saebyeok pulls away when you give a curt nod. carefully, you guide your arm back into the shirt before pulling your jacket back up over your shoulder. she reaches over to grab another clean blanket from a different bed. she places it over your lap before sitting down so close to you that your knees touch. she sits on your right side in between you and the group of men you’ve tentatively agreed to work with. you move the blanket so it rests over her lap as well. you can tell she’s grateful when her knee gently knocks into yours three times. i love you. 

silence falls over you for a few minutes before player 456 speaks again. “we don’t know each other’s names.” he says. 

“i know yours,” one of them points. “ssangmun-dong.” 

“ah, that’s where i’m from,” the man chuckles. “my name is seong gihun.” 

“i’m cho sangwoo.” another man introduces. he’s wearing a thin pair of glasses that frame his face. “what’s your name?” 

“ali,” the man smiles, glancing between sangwoo and gihun. “ali abdul.” 

gihun nods before turning to you and saebyeok. “and you?” 

saebyeok glances at him. you keep your gaze fixated on her, waiting for her cue on what to say. “why do you need to know our names?”

“if we’re going to work together we should at least build a little bit of trust, starting with our names.” 

saebyeok looks away, staring straight ahead. “i don’t trust you. especially not someone who was dumb enough to end up here.” 

“you trust them,” gihun gestures to you. this time she glares at him. 

“don’t talk about them. don’t even look at them.” 

he sighs. “you don’t trust people because they’re trustworthy. you trust them because there’s nothing else to rely on.” 

saebyeok glances at you for a second before turning back to gihun. “kang saebyeok.” 

“saebyeok,” he repeats. “that’s a nice name. it doesn’t suit you, though.” 

“l/n y/n.” 

gihun nods in acknowledgement, turning his attention to the old man. “and you, sir? what’s your name?” 

“my… my name…” his voice shakes. his eyebrows furrow. he squints as if he’s searching through his memory. a part of your heart aches for him. you wonder how he’s ended up here. “my name…” 

you can practically watch as gihun’s face falls. he leans down to place a hand on his shoulder, patting it gently. “it’s okay,” he smiles. “you know, sometimes when i get really stressed, i can’t remember my address or my security code.” 

the man dismissively nods at him before he continues staring at the floor. “my name…” he mutters to himself. 

“we should get some sleep,” sangwoo interrupts. “we’ll need it for our game tomorrow.” 

“that’s a good idea,” gihun agrees. he sits down on the stairs, leaning against the metal of the bunk. 

silence falls over the room once again. suddenly, without warning, the lights turn off, leaving you in darkness. apprehension builds in your stomach. saebyeok reaches over underneath the blanket to grab your hand, squeezing it three times. i love you. she coaxes you to lean your head onto her shoulder. “sleep.” she whispers. you glance up at her questioningly. “don’t worry, i’ll protect you.” 

you nod, letting out a sigh. exhaustion hits you hard and sudden. despite your circumstances, saebyeok’s presence next to you manages to make you feel safe, as she always does. her body feels warm against yours. her arm wraps around your waist, coaxing your head from her shoulder down into her lap. she runs her hand through your hair, twisting the strands in between her fingers. a warm feeling spreads throughout your body. overwhelming warmth. safety. love. your body relaxes until you let yourself fall asleep, safe in saebyeok’s protection. 

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[ahsxual]

Hi! Your writing is wonderful, and I wanted to wish you the best of luck on your exams in advance 🥰 could you imagine the stoic Sang-woo proposing to his girlfriend? Idk the idea of him being in a relationship and coming to terms with his emotions fascinates me. Thanks!

Sweet Proposal

Pairing: Cho Sang-woo x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,2k

A/N: Awww thank you, dear anon! I truly appreciate your kind words, it means the world to me 🥺💓 I have to say that I agree with you and I absolutely loved your idea for this request! I hope you enjoy my writing and I wish you the best <33 I wrote this request a long time ago and never posted it idk why, but here goes (my apologies🥺)

You and Sang-woo have been dating a few years now: you met him through his mother, the woman who you visited everytime you passed by her store and who you always bought something fresh to eat. Her products were of great quality, besides the fact that she was the kindest woman you have ever met in your entire life. She treated you like her own daughter/son, and since you lived by yourself in south korea, you really appreciated having someone who you could count on. Whenever you had a bad day, you would tell her and she would help you by giving you the best advices from her life experience, so your relationship was pretty close. Until one day, her son visited her, and that's when you met the love of your life.

"Good morning, miss Cho!" you greeted your second mother as you liked to call her, only for her to turn to you with the biggest smile and bright eyes on her face, as always. However, this time she had company.

"Oh, my sweet Y/N! Come here sweetie, please let me introduce you my wonderful son, Cho Sang-woo!" she seemed so excited, in contrast to her son who seemed pretty serious and uncomfortable with the all situation.

"Hey." he simply said with a low, yet neutral tone, making you realize that he was quite the opposite from his mother: she shined even in the darkest days, while he somehow brings darkness wherever he goes to. But the fact that he had such a hard personality to deal with and understand, instead of pushing you away, only made you even more curious about that mysterious man. Besides the fact that he is incredibly handsome, but that's another story.

"Hey there! I'm L/N Y/N, nice to meet you." you put your hand in front of him so you wouldn't be just standing there looking awkwardly at each other. He looked at it for a second, before taking it and shaking it gently, like he was afraid to break your way smaller hand.

"I'm so happy you finally met my son! I'm sure you two will get along just perfectly!" her joy was contagious, yet her own son didn't seem to let his mother's charm get him. You heard her talking about her amazing son so many times, saying how he was a kind man, and extremely intelligent and responsible. Yet, here he is, looking like his life was a complete chaos.

"Yeah, I'm sure we will." you answered shyly, only for him to look at you with a surprised expression. You simply smiled at him, making him blush slightly at your cuteness.

Now you are in the bed with your soulmate by your side, watching him sleep peacefully: who would have known you two would get here? Together?? You didn't know the right answer for that as well, but the truth is that life can really surprise you.

You were Sang-woo’s first love: the only person who stood with him no matter how many problems he had, both professionally and psychologically. You would never give up on him, and that's what made him realize you were the love of his life, the soulmate he was unconsciously looking for so desperately. No one would ever guessed, but one of Sang-woo’s main goals in his life is creating a family who loved and supported him until the end, to feel the happiness and comfort of waking up every day next to his significant other. However, before meeting you, his problem was that he never had the patience or motivation to find love or to continue to please his possible partner until they fell for him. No, he wanted to focus on his professional career first, the rest just being mere details. What made him fall for you, was your dedication to be with him and build a promising life by his side, supporting him and helping him whenever he needed: you were also the first and only person who he told about his fears, insecurities and feelings about certain topics, but only after a few, long months of building trust and courage. And you did the same: you considered him your best friend, because he always helped you with the most racional advices, which were the best in your opinion.

After a few minutes of analyzing lovingly every feature that you knew so well of your loved one, you noticed him moving slightly and groaning from waking up from his precious sleep.

"Good morning, tough guy." you joked, only to receive a confused expression from him just before he rolled his reddish eyes and laugh at the nickname.

"Good morning, babe." his voice was so deep that it made you have inappropriate thoughts, however you knew he was too tired for it right now. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, I actually did. As for you, I think I don't even have to ask." you laughed at his still sleepy state, before putting your legs over him and hug his long torso. He pulled you closer, closing the space that separated your hungry lips before kissing you slowly, yet with the perfect amount of passion and love.

"Yeah, I really needed to rest my mind and body from yesterday." you shyly laughed at him before hitting his arm when he reminded you from your passionate love session from the night before.

"You silly!" the moment you called him that, he rolled you over so he could be on top.

"Call me that again and see what happens." he warned you with a serious face, yet you knew him better. He was obviously messing with you, and you would be lying if you said you didn't like his demanding behavior.

"Can you join me in the shower, babe? Please?" you decided to change the subject, giving him the pleading look that you knew he couldn't resist.

"Yeah, sure." he smiled before giving you a quick kiss on the lips. "Just wait for me, I'll be right back."

"Ok, I'll wait for you." you gave him a last peck on his lips, before making your way to the bathroom, unconscious of what was coming for you.

That day your boyfriend invited you to dinner at a fancy restaurant, so you thought it would be a simple date like the many you've had before. But this time, he had promising plans for you and your future together, something you weren't expecting to happen so soon. It was already 7:30 pm, so he called you to hurry so you could be on time at the restaurant.

"I'm coming!" you warned your handsome boyfriend, before you appeared in front of him dressing your favorite date outfit that he bought you a few days ago.

"You look gorgeous, sweetheart." his eyes were full of love, admiration and pride for you, making your heart melt with happiness. You felt so loved at that moment... you still couldn't believe you were dating that man.

"Thank you, love. Let's go." you thanked him, before leaving your house and walk to get into his expensive black car.

You and Sang-woo arrived at the restaurant 15 minutes earlier, so you took your time to sit at your reserved table. The restaurant was outstanding: everyone was dressed nicely and the environment was peaceful and romantic; it was an expensive and well known restaurant from your city, which made you feel important. You also felt really happy to know that your boyfriend took you on a date at a very welcoming and beautiful place: it meant that he really loved you and makes a real effort to build up your relationship by changing your routine from time to time, which was healthy for both of you.

A few hours passed and you talked about everything and anything: your plans for your future together, funny stories that happened in your childhood that you didn't know about, how work was going and who are the people you like or dislike... it was a really nice, yet nostalgic and interesting conversation. After that, he insisted to pay your dinner. You felt bad, so he promised next time you could pay, which you knew he was lying.

When you left the restaurant, hand in hand, he told you that his plans for that night weren't done yet.

"I need you to do something for me, honey." your future husband said as soon as you entered the car. You looked at him suspiciously, waiting for whatever was coming. "Close your eyes." he simply said.

"What? Why would you-"

"Just trust me, ok? It's not like I'll kidnap you or something." he made sure to use his sarcasm to relax you a little bit, indirectly telling you that he wasn't going to do anything bad.

"I wouldn't mind if you did so." your sassy comment made him laugh quietly, before you closed your eyes and heard his car running.

Minutes passed and you were starting to get bored with having your eyes closed for so long. At least his strong grip on your inner thigh kept you entertained during the car trip. Suddenly, you felt the car stop slowly, and that's when you realized you had finally arrived at your destination. You were about to open your eyes, when you felt a smack on your thigh.

"Ah! I didn't say you could open your eyes already, did I?" his demanding tone made you internally scream and blush hard, but you needed to remain calm to not lead things to another way, since you didn't want to ruin the plans he made for you.

He helped you getting out of the car, before putting his hand on your waist to guide you to the place where he would make the big proposal.

"Open your eyes, love." he whispered into your ear. The moment you opened your eyes, tears instantly made their way to your warm cheeks: you could watch and admire each star on the sky, shining in your direction; it was full moon night, which made you think that Sang-woo chose this specific night for that reason; in front of you, you could also see and hear the calm and relaxing dark-blue sea moving at a slow and therapeutical pace. It was the most romantic moment you ever had and even imagined. You were too focus on the ocean and the brilliant stars above you, that you didn't even notice what was written on the sand: "Will you marry me, Y/N?" was written in huge and well marked letters. This made your heart beat at an incredibly fast pace and your vision to go blurry due to the emotional warm tears that wanted to escape from your eyes.

"Baby, what's all of thi-" when you turned around in hope that the man of your life would explain what was happening at that moment, even tho you knew already, you saw him kneeling instead, looking at you nervously with a small black box on his hands which contained a shining ring inside.

"L/n Y/n, I know I'm not the best lover sometimes due to my emotionless personality, however you liberate a more loving, caring and passionate side of me that I never knew I could have until I met you. I never thought I could be so in love with someone... and to be honest, I didn't even know what was love before I kissed you for the first time. I'm sorry for all the times I made you upset, but I promise I'll be a better person for you. So... will you marry me, my love?" you never saw your boyfriend being so open with his feelings, not even towards you, so you knew this was extremely hard for him and that all what he was saying was the pure truth. Also for the first time you noticed Sang-woo cry in front of you, even though he remained with a neutral facial expression.

Deep inside, you knew he feels a lot, he just used this "mask" to hide his vulnerability and pretend he is emotionless. But with you, he doesn't feel the need to pretend to be strong all the time. And that's when he realized it was you who he was going to marry and spend the rest of his life with.

You couldn't help but cry in front of him, his action caughting you by surprise, in a good sense.

"Of course my love, of course I will marry you!! There is nothing I desire more than to have you as my husband." he smiled until his cheeks started to get sore: this moment was unique and special for both of you. You always made him forget any pain he might feel. He quickly stood up and picked up into his arms, spinning you over and over again until you both felt almost dizzy.

That night was unforgettable for both of you, and now that you had a wedding ring on your finger, you couldn't think about anything else than stepping onto the altar and marry the man of your dreams.

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[matchesarelit]

Squid Game Masterlist

*= suggestive (minors dni) ** = smut (minors dni)

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Big ol' softy (Part 2) (Part 3)

Soft!Guard helps reader escape softness ensues

Seamstress

Acting as the Frontman's PA, and when you have to lead a group of guards you have to teach a lesson in respect.

Chef

Acting as the Frontman's PA, and when you have to lead a group of guards you end up having them all hanging off your every word.

Bridge Engineer

Acting as the Frontman's PA, and when you have to lead a group of guards you end up having them all clinging to you like koalas.

Commands SChMeScHmAnDs

All of the guards being commanded to keep their distance from you, the designer of this year's game rooms as you paint and plan and decorate, but they can't help checking on you.

Fighting

Sang-Woo

Writings

Mixed messages

Feeling insecure about your relationship with Sang Woo because of the mixed messages he keeps sending you.

The Salesman

Writings

Train Platform**

#squid game #squid games smut #smut #squid game x reader #salesman #salesman x reader #salesman smut #salesman imagine #pink guards

[rengokuology]

“total darkness, spinning black, pushing forward, pulling back”

welcome to who i write for !!

the shows i write for are

the walking dead

stranger things

gotham

the last of us

arcane

the movies i write for are

spider man: into/across the spider verse

twilight

the animes i write for are

saiki k

demon slayer

attack on titan

ouran high school host club

the promised neverland

assassination classroom

voltron

yuri!! on ice

toilet bound hanako—kun

the video games i write for are

detroit: become human

resident evil 7 & 8

devil in me

the quarry

until dawn

the walking dead game

sally face

doki doki literature club

the last of us

batman: the telltale series

life is strange (ALL GAMES!!! :D)

musicals i write for are

heathers

ride the cyclone

dear evan hansen

“falling through the air, i wonder how can this be fair?”

#saiki k x reader #twdg x reader #twd x reader #wednesday x reader #stranger things x reader #squid game x reader #inside job x reader #tlou x reader #avatar x reader #twilight x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #euphoria x reader #aot x reader #arcane x reader #assassination classroom x reader #voltron x reader #mha x reader #toh x reader #dbh x reader #the quarry x reader #until dawn x reader

[r0ses-are-rosie]

HI EVERYONE! i've officially decided to become a headcanon blog, so please send in your requests for the following fandoms <3

🍡 FANDOMS I WILL WRITE FOR:

Danganronpa

Demon Slayer

Attack On Titan

Squid Game

Komi Can't Communicate

All of Us Are Dead

Doki Doki Literature Club!

Sally Face

My Hero Academia

Our Life Series

14 Days With You

Arcane

🍡 THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE:

Incest

NSFW (not confident in my writing for that yet)

Abusive/Toxic Relationships (yanderes are sort of fine)

Non-Con/Dub-Con

Pedophilia

Character x Character

Character x OC

Anything I say I don't want to write

Thank you for reading <3

p.s: i DO write aot smau lol thats all k bye

#kny x reader #sally face x reader #danganronpa x reader #my hero academia x reader #demon slayer x reader #all of us are dead x reader #my dear hatchet man x reader #squid game x reader #komi cant communicate x reader #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #aot smau #kakegurui x reader #something is wrong with sunny day jack x reader #your boyfriend x reader #john doe x reader #ddlc x reader #our life #14 days with you

[frontmansbitch]

Can you please do a frontman x waitress!reader smut

His Meal (Front Man x Waitress!Reader)

♡ Synopsis || Your job is to deliver meals to the Front Man in time. One clumsy day made him prepare his own snack.

♡ Content warnings || Handcuffing, power dynamics, having control, eating out, dubious consent

♡ Author’s note || Apologies for the long, long wait (I was planning on coming back months ago oops) I would not blame you all if you have lost interest in Squid Game, but I hope you all enjoy reading this anyway if you stayed :) This will probably get a part 2 because I got another request similar to this one ;)

Tried my best to continue using genderless terminology so everyone can feel included

PART 1

The Front Man always requires his meals to be delivered straight to his floor on time. Or more specifically, to his room.

You can't even remember how long you have worked in this place, yet you still feel nervous every time you go up on that floor. Something about serving the manager of this place made you feel odd in your stomach.

Today you are late. Usually, you finish preparing lunch well before delivery time, but this afternoon you had to help clean up some of the circle soldiers' messes. Normally you work alongside the circle soldiers in helping out with domestic chores. Except you did not wear the pink jumpsuits. You did wear a mask, however, but it was not a simple geometric shape. It was to protect your identity, but it also felt to be a way to show off your devotion and loyalty to this place. You were one of a kind; your role was to be a 'waitress'.

Everyone had a hierarchical position in the facility. You were not sure what ranking you would be classified to be, but you knew that you were certainly in a more 'honourable' position than the circle guards you worked alongside. That's why the Front Man trusts only you to deliver his meals, and the reason why you – as far as you knew – were the only person that could walk on his floor beside himself and the host. For duty reasons, obviously. It's not like you could just wander around his floor as you wish.

Nervously, you knocked on his bedroom door, as that's where he usually rests around this time. A gap in between the door allowed you to peer through, making you able to have a glimpse of the back of his exposed head. You watch as he puts his mask on and pulls up his hoodie, covering up the dark hair he had. As he stands up to walk closer to the door, you take a step back and pretend you had not spied on him.

He opens the door. "You're late." The Front Man says before you could even say anything. "My sincerest apologies, sir, but there was a slight inconvenience I had to handle." "I do not care what it was, but be warier about your actions next time. You know how we must do everything perfectly, there cannot be room for tardiness." "Yes sir." The system in this place prioritises perfection. In order for the annual games to commence, you cannot afford to make any mistakes. Neglecting one small, simple thing can end everything in a disaster. That's why you always make sure to do everything perfectly, to impress The Front Man. To gain praise from the Front Man. To…

Crash!

Ironically, the platter of food fell straight on the ground.

This led to a brief moment of silence. You would expect yourself to apologise instantly for causing this disturbance while immediately rushing to action to help, like how you usually react when you do something wrong. But this time, you were too stunned to move. How could you cause this mess?

Your gaze stayed on the ground, looking at the mess you have caused. As you look up, your eyes instantly lock with the dark eyes through the Front Man's mask, unaware that he had been staring at you this whole time.

"I-" "Enough," he sternly said. "Come in here." You were guided inside the Front Man's room. This was the first time you ever placed a foot on the other side of his door, you know you have made a severe mistake.

"Sit down," he gestured as he spoke, pointing at his bed.

Slowly, you walk towards his bed and sit down. You look up as he reaches for your chin, gently lifting your mask. Your face felt the coldness of the air in the room while your cheeks burnt with red. When he completely took your mask off, his finger traced your lips, making you feel the warmth of them.

"Looks like I have to do something about your reckless behaviour today."

The Front Man pulls out a pair of handcuffs as he pushes you up to the top of his bed, making you lie down. He grabs both of your hands and cuffs them together with the frame of his bed.

He looked at your face as he tried to slip his hand under your top. You give him a slight nod of approval, and he continues to touch you like his property. That's what you were after all, a maid that left their individuality to cater to the Front Man's desires. He exposes your torso to see you better, feeling your skin. His hand gropes your chest while his fingers pinched your nipples. Your inability to do anything about him playing with you made you realise how truly helpless you were in this situation.

After having fun with toying you, he unwraps your clothes. Now you had nothing except your undergarments on… well not for long. Before you knew it, he was already sliding them off while maintaining eye contact through his mask, making sure you weren't uncomfortable. You watch as he shuffles down, lifting up the bottom of his mask to align his open mouth between your thighs after swiftly spreading your legs. Watching him position himself made you feel your heartbeat ring in your ears as you were drowned with anticipation.

At the first contact, your neck immediately flings back as a reflex. His soft yet wet tongue touched the surface of your private regions. This sudden feeling sent a shockwave internally, completely blurring your thoughts to focus on one feeling: pleasure.

His tongue poked inside your hole which made you feel all sorts of emotions. He made sure to take his time before inserting his tongue in again, allowing you to embrace every feeling while he savoured every taste. He gradually got deeper and more intense, pressing especially hard on the parts that react the most passionately to the sensitivity As you tried to recollect your breaths, his hands brushed your skin, squeezing the more vulgar parts of your body. The Front Man took complete control over you.

The intense feeling made you want to release a loud moan that you had kept suppressed in your throat. You should be the one in charge of what your own body does, right? Or so you thought. The Front Man proved to you who was really in charge; his tongue dug deeper than you ever imagined it to be, squirming around all the edges. The motion of his tongue increased pace as he did all sorts of things with it: motioning it in and out, spiralling it around. You wanted to cup your mouth with your hands. It was all too much, you had to let out your cries.

This is where you completely lost it. The sensual feeling of being eaten out had made you completely lose any power you had over yourself. Your body and your mind completely submitted to the Front Man himself. No thoughts in your head anymore, just the need to feel more pleasure.

The moans and whines from your mouth only made the Front Man get much more aggressive. He pushed you to your edge until you felt yourself reach a certain point. You couldn't keep up anymore, he was doing so well.

With one last moan, you climax onto the Front Man's mask. Your body shook from the impact as your world turned all bright and serene. How disrespectful, you thought after realising what you had done. You should have at least warned him, but you were unprepared. The Front Man looks up at you and sits up, taking off his tainted mask.

"Looks like you made another mess to clean up."

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[squidgamesmut]

The Salesman | A game of cat and mouse 🌶️

General Masterlist

The Salesman Masterlist

MINORS DNI

It is your duty to track down the Salesman and take down the bane of your existence - the very Squid Game you won last year. Well, perhaps that you haven’t entirely been thinking straight, or have been completely fair to yourself.

Tags: NSFW, hate sex, dom/sub themes, public sex, degradation

Word count: 3K

“I will come and find you,” you had said through gritted teeth, “And when I do, I will flay your skin off your bones if you don’t tell me who you work for.”

You had meant it, too. However, the smug smirk of the Salesman had told you enough, that he had not at all been fazed by your threat. Perhaps that he knew that you would not find him, or perhaps just because he was not afraid of you.

Whatever it was, you knew that you hated him, and that stupid grin of his. No matter how attractive the well-dressed man was, you loathed him and the organisation.

After winning the Squid Game, you had made it your personal goal to burn it to the ground, deeply enraged by what they had done to you. At first, you hadn’t even considered getting in through the Salesman at first, for you had only seen him for a few insignificant minutes preluding your experiences at the Squid Game. However, you eventually realised that he was the very gateway to that place, so if there was anyone who would know where to enter, it had to be him.

It prompted a series of afternoons where you’d hang around the underground during rush hour to keep an eye out for the man you knew to be recruiting new players. It caused you to feel on edge whenever a man clad in a suit would exit or enter the tube, and after a few months of doing this - for you didn’t have to work anymore, anyways - you were close to giving up.

Until a moment that you saw him - no doubt, with his distinctive demeanour and handsome features - approach an old man who was asleep on a bench. Roused him. Invited him to play some games. Those red and blue Ddjaki tiles triggered something dark and painful within you.

“You!” you strode towards him, “You are one of the most vile men I’ve ever met! Give me your business card so I can call your boss. I am going to take you down!”

He ignored you, clearing his throat, “...Don’t mind this crazy woman. Every time you win, you get a hundred-thousand won–”

“Do not play it, sir,” you warned the old man, who seemed way too interested in the game, “He will reel you in with the promise of easy money and it will lead you to a death game!”

“A death game?”

The Salesman held up his hand. “This woman is clearly delusional. Do I seem like the type to fool you, sir? Everything I do is legal and fair. I want to give this money out to people who are in need.”

“My, I can barely believe my ears!” exclaimed the old man, delighted, “It just so happens to be that I need to pay big money to get my son back!”

The Salesman feigned a smile. “So, the rules are simple, you–”

You grabbed the Salesman at the tie, yanking him in such a way that he had no choice but to look at you lest he be choked out and watched you with bewildered eyes. You were seething. “Look into my eyes and tell me who you work for!”

The recruiter held up his hands defensively. “Miss, I don’t know who you are, really! You must be looking for someone else! I suggest that you put me down before I call the authorities.”

You roughly released him, holding up your palm. “Give me your business card.”

“Business card? What are you talking ab–”

Your fingers went to his suit jacket to take it out yourself, but he promptly grabbed your wrist.

“The nerve! This is assault! I won’t take this any longer.” He began putting the Ddjaki tiles back into his briefcase, giving the old man an apologetic smile. “Excuse me, sir. Perhaps that our paths will cross again one day.”

You were seething. “Don’t ignore my question! Who do you work for? Or do you need me to pull out your finger nails one by one for you to speak up?”

Whatever you said, the Salesman seemed to be unaffected, apologising once again to the man he had wanted to recruit. A tube halted at the platform, its doors opening, a horde of people rushing out.

The Salesman stood up and brushed past you as if you were nothing but air, and stepped inside the train. Just as you rushed after him, the doors slid shut in your face, much to your dismay. You slammed a fist onto them, letting out a cry of agony and rage, but were soon forced back, the Salesman looking at you with that smug smile on his face. “I will find you!” you raged, pointing at him accusingly. “You are going to answer for what you’ve done.”

Slightly out of breath, you looked after the leaving train, gathering yourself  for a moment before turning back to the old man, who was staring at you as if you were crazy.

“What?!” you snapped, “I just saved your fucking life! You should be thankful!”

Angrily, you legged towards the schedule to see when the next tube would be leaving.

~*~*~

Seeing him again had rekindled your insatiable hunger for taking the entire shitshow down, and you increased the intensity of your hunt for him to also take place during mornings and evenings now. Day after day, you scouted the stations, in search of the very man who started it all.

No matter how hard you tried, he seemed to always be a step ahead. He’d step into the very tube you were waiting outside of, or if your gazes crossed, he packed up at once.

He knew you - of course he remembered you, for how could he not? 

Every time your eyes met his, and whenever he showed that grin, something else ignited within you. Something dangerous, something balancing the very line between rage and lust. It was like a roaring, all-consuming fire.

Perhaps that it was a game. 

You’d come for him, which gave his work an extra edge, and he was so close yet so far away. You could watch him, smell his cologne, feel his air as he brushed past you, but he was always just out of reach. 

It was maddening, it was frustrating, and it caused tension.

You had started to enjoy his features more than you should, and began to feel a deep, searing lust whenever the idea of him crossed your mind. It was almost an obsession, this elusive recruiter. He was the very key you needed to take down that cursed organisation along with all its people.

You were almost at peace with the fact that you would never catch the Salesman. Since there was nothing left to do in your life otherwise, you kept trailing after him, staying on his track, hot on his heels yet always, always one step behind.

Until now.

You had entered the tube one station earlier so that you’d arrive in one of the trains the very moment he was playing Ddjaki at one of the platforms. Since you were the person exiting the train as soon as it arrived, and since it would leave again as you approached him, there would be nowhere for him to go. You’d trap him like a rat and demand answers once and for all.

You made sure to keep out of sight whilst in the train, making sure to sit close to a door. Crossing one leg over the other, you kept your eyes turned downwards, every so often letting your gaze flit up to the display to see how far away your final destination was.

Mere minutes before the platform you had calculated to be his current playing spot, you stood to stand in front of the doors. However, you froze in your place at once.

You looked out over the long train, all people looking away but one.

That same stupid smirk. A raise of his eyebrow. You began to walk towards him at once.

He turned away, ignoring your call. “Hey!” you spat, “You there! Stop that man!”

A few annoyed glares were sent your way as you made your way through the crowded cabin, the Salesman moving faster, apologising to other travellers as he manoeuvred himself quickly. 

You kept your gaze fixated upon the back of his head - no hair was out of place, and he cast a glance backwards every so often to see if you were still following. 

“Hey, watch it!” You almost tripped over someone’s bag, stumbling forward rather ungracefully, and mumbled an apology. Turning back to your mission, however, you saw that there was no sign of the Salesman, alarming you at once.

You hadn’t stopped at any station, so he had to be on the train still. You breathed a string of curses and continued legging through the tube, hoping to find him hiding somewhere within the crowd.

The front of the train was starting to appear in your field of view, but there was no sign of the man in question. A bit lost, you halted, letting your eyes inspect the masses of people around you.

The train jerked to a standstill, and a lot of people rose to exit. None of them noticed the door of the toilet opening, nor did you. An arm around your waist dragged you inside, causing you to yelp, but nobody was paying attention.

“Hey!” you shouted as the door slammed shut, and as you turned to the person who had yanked you inside, you felt your anger boil inside of you. The Salesman gave you a small smirk, though standing awfully close in the crowded space.

“Hello,” he breathed, smiling. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Let me out,” you said, face flushing at his proximity. “This is assault.”

“Well, you weren’t exactly kind to me either. What do you want from me? Why do you keep pursuing me?”

You scoffed. “Haven’t you heard anything I said last time we spoke? I am going to take you all down, you and your organisation.”

He laughed lightly. “Do you really think that it would be that easy, hm?” he quizzed. “We’re larger than you can even comprehend. Just getting me in trouble will lead to nothing. Calling the organisation by using my business card or reporting them to the authorities will lead to nothing. Perhaps that they’d lock you up for displaying foolish behaviour, let you cool down for a while.”

You narrowed your eyes firmly, brow furrowing. “Fuck you,” you seethed, “Stop smiling.”

“What, is my charm too attractive? Is that why you’re following me, hm?”

He tucked some hair behind your ear and you blushed furiously, slapping it away. “Don’t touch me, you creep! Do you really think that trying to flirt with me will make me forget about who you are?”

“Do you really know who I am, then?” he asked, your heartbeat quickening. He leaned forward to whisper in your ear, “You don’t even know my name. You won’t be able to trace anything back to me. Why do you keep coming back? Not that I mind seeing your pretty face every day, but you know that you are lying to yourself, right?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you looked at him with softening eyes, drinking in his sheer charisma. Suddenly, you imagined kissing him, a deep snog filled with hatred, confusion and burning desire. 

The Salesman seemed to be thinking the same thing. “(Y/n),” he mused, taking your chin between his fingers, “Are you just running after me in the hopes of getting my attention?”

“N-No.” you stuttered, closing your eyes at the sound of your own voice. The recruiter laughed a bit, shaking his head.

“Your body tells me otherwise.” He laid one hand on your neck, checking your pulse. You swallowed thickly, trying to take control over your breathing. “Be frank with me,” he whispered, leaning closer.

His breath tickled the shell of your ear. “If you want me to stop, or if what I am saying is untrue, just say so right now and I will let you go. Then, don’t ever come and find me again, for you will know that with me you will get no step further towards taking down the organisation. If what I am saying is true, however…”

The Salesman pulled back from your neck and eyed you with dark eyes, gaze falling towards your lips, “If you desire me, just say so, so that I can take you.”

Your lips moved soundlessly in puzzlement and excitement, your mind running rampant with thoughts of him. He watched you expectantly, awaiting your answer. 

“Fucking ruin me,” you breathed at once, overcome by your arousal for him. He groaned, kissing you roughly, tongue hungrily delving into your mouth.

He tasted exactly like you had imagined he would taste, and you shivered with need, pushing your legs together to relieve some of the tension. He nipped at your bottom lip, smirking. “I will not instruct you on your knees in a public restroom,” he promised, causing your gut to spin, “But you have cost me so much money and potential players, you know… I should punish you for that in one way or the other. But not here - even I have standards.”

You slipped your fingers over his tie, tugging him down for another searing kiss. He took easy dominance, but not that you minded. Adrenaline pulsed through you, and you desperately moaned when his mouth travelled towards your neck, sucking the skin against it. You braced yourself on the wall, hoping that it would be strong enough to hold up your heavily leaning body, and gasped at a nibble of your earlobe.

“So,” he purred, “Who would’ve thought? I figured you hated me, yet you let me ravage you like you’re nothing but prey. Who’s the cat, and who is the mouse?”

He slipped one hand over the column of your throat, watching you with lust-blown pupils. There was an air about him that made your knees weak with want, and you watched him with pleading eyes.

“Little mouse,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss you deeply again. His hand snaked under your shirt, surprisingly warm against your bare skin, and you jerked slightly in surprise. He let out an amused huff and turned you in his arms, pushing you flush against the door of the stall. 

“I would spank you if I could,” he muttered, “One slap for every hundred-thousand won your little shenanigans have cost me. But this is not the place. No, I am just going to ruin you, just as you told me to do.” He pushed his face into your neck and inhaled deeply.

A sharp gasp escaped you when you felt his hand push up your skirt and pry aside your knickers. “Little soaked mouse,” he groaned in your hair, “So fucking tight. All for me to be devoured.”

You heard the sound of a buckle opening and you bit your lip in anticipation, trying to look over your shoulder to see how sizable he was. The Salesman pushed back your head, “Face on the door,” he ordered, and you felt his tip press against your dripping entrance.

Your slick made for easy access, but his size split you in half nevertheless. You moaned, hoping that the movements of the train would mask it, even though the walls were thin. The recruiter laced the fingers of one hand into your hair and bottomed out in one swift movement, causing you to bite down on your own hand, lest the people on the other side hear it.

“You can’t even start to understand,” groaned the Salesman, “How often I have imagined fucking that tight pussy of yours. To have you begging for my seed like the little mouse you are. So desperate and needy, eager to swallow it all. Don’t tell me you haven’t imagined the same, little mouse.” 

You whimpered at his size and the stretch, but your walls were clamping around him, your ass moving against him with movements mimicking his own to intensify the pleasure. You were vaguely aware that you were getting railed in one of the filthiest places of Seoul, but then, you figured you couldn’t have expected better.

“You’re enjoying this so much, aren’t you?” the Salesman praised, “I can feel it deep inside of you. You’re so wet, if I had known this I would have fucked you much earlier.”

Bracing yourself against the wall, you wanted to breathe his name, realising that you didn’t know it. Instead, you called him the first thing that sprung to mind.

“Please, sir.”

His cock twitched inside of you as he pulled you against his pelvis once again, momentarily stilling. “What did you just call me?”

“S-Sir…” 

He angled your head to the side with an able hand to push his tongue into your mouth. “That’s right,” he whispered after a few seconds of passionate liplock, “That’s right. Beg for me.”

“Oh, give me your seed, sir!” you whimpered, sweat leaking down your brow, “I need it, sir!”

With a few firm thrusts and a few twitches of his cock, he spilled himself deep inside of you, fleeting fingers on your clit pushing you over your climax. You had to physically keep yourself from falling onto the filthy floor, knees almost too weak to stand as pleasure overtook you in a shattering orgasm.

The Salesman pulled out, cum oozing from your hole as he quickly put your knickers back over it, which had been pushed to the side. It gathered on the inside and made you feel sticky, but you did not mind it. 

“Good girl,” said the Salesman, tucking himself back into his slacks before reaching over to the tap to wash his hands. “Good little mouse. Now, it’s time for you to go out, for you’ve reached your destination.”

Just now you noticed that the train had come to a standstill. “But… But…” Stumbling over your words, you anxiously unlocked the door, hoping that no one would walk in. The Salesman smiled his signature smirk and reached out, waiting for you to take something from him.

It was a rectangular card with a number on the back. 

“A business card,” he clarified, “Though not the one you originally wanted.”

He opened the door for you, pushing you outside the cubicle. You looked at him with slight indignance, still taken aback and dishevelled for the way he had just fucked you raw and now waved you off like you were nothing but a customer. He closed the door in your face, leaving you feeling puzzled as slick ran down your thigh. 

Quickly exiting the tube, you went to look at the card.

Call me. It read, alongside his name.

Immediately, you reached for your phone.

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[gurlbesimpin]

little baby boy  (frontman x fem!reader)

requested: yes

warnings: smut, slight praise kink, breeding kink, happy ending

clarification: s/n son’s name

“Have you two already thought of a name for him?”

the nurse asked, smiling as you looked over to your husband (in-ho)

Both of you shook your head, assuming it would have been a girl.

“were not sure yet, however i was thinking of ray?”

laughing, you shrug him off. The name wasn’t to your liking and didn’t find it fitting for your little angel. And a little angel he was indeed. This was quickly proven as the years passed, your son s/n becoming a sweet and caring child.

Now as every parent experiences, the familiar question “how did you meet?” inevitably will be asked. And so your litte boy one day asked came into the livingroom, staring at you with his cute eyes-

“mommy?”

chuckling, you gently pull him into your lap as in-ho shut his laptop to direct his attention to the two of you. 

“how did you meet daddy?”

In-ho just took a sip of hos beverage and spit it out at the question.

“Now ladies and gentlemen, let the show begin”

The large red curtains moved aside to reveal a huge glass bridge, players mid way through it, trying to figure out which was safe for their weight, and which would lead to their demise.

The show to say the least, was quite entertaining in it’s own cruel way. You placed a few hundred thousand on han-minyeo, just to be gifted with her signature line as her and deok-su tumbled to their deaths.

As it was finally time for the final game, you witnessed as gi-hun and sangwoo shortly forgave each other, before sangwoo’s sudden sacrifice towards his mate.

“what a tragic end-” you murmed, glancing over at the frontman.

Thus came the time to leave, but you requested you stay there, wanting to experience the next round of players. Now, this usually wasn’t allowed, though in-ho really fancied you for some reason, and requested no-one to learn of this event.

The following weeks you stayed under the frontman’s wing, in return for your residency within his home, you help him with certain needs. You’d be his personal entertainer, though you set up a special rule.

“no touching- for now”

sighing, he took a gulp of his whiskey, the ice cubes within the glass gently releasing a clinking sound. Leaning back, he motioned for you to start your show

Weeks passed as he’d only watch your actions, never participating in them himself. Though you couldn’t deny the spark between the two of you- 

Not only fun to look at, but also caring and charismatic to say the least. Fair he was a tough man, with questionable morals, but were you any better?

You paid him to see people with families, friends, children... die.

“your whiskey ma’m”

Nodding, you take the alcoholic beverage from the silver tray the butler held before you. Before he turned to leave your private room, you called him back.

“yes?”

“could you please tell your boss he may come over here for a quick... chat”

You couldn’t see their facial expression through the mask, but you were certain they were confused, but forced to oblidge.

“absolutely madam”

You admired your beauty in the mirror as you gently applied some red lipstick to your soft lips, wanting to surprise the man you had slowly fallen for. You watched as the heavy door opened and said gentleman was there, glancing at you through the silver framed mirror.

“y/n-”

he mumbled, sitting down on your queen-sized bed, making himself comfortable quickly. He took his mask off, revealing his handsome face, his beard freshly shaved. His deep brown eyes focused on you as you sat down beside him.

“you wished for my presence?”

nodding, you placed a hand on his thigh, making him stiff up entirely.

“remember certain rule i set up a while ago?”

you asked, as he huffed out a confirmation. 

You moved closer, closing the distance between you and in-ho, as your hand snaked up his thigh, towards his hip as you leaned in-

“fuck it-”

you whispered, planting a sly smirk on your lips as you went back to directly face the man before you.

“hormones or genuine feelings?”

he questioned, slightly arching an eyebrow.

“does it matter?”

you asked, removing your hands from him to unbutton your blouse.

“well not necessarily-”

he stated, quickly joining your hands in the removal of your blouse. As you wanted to lean in for an open mouth kiss, he took the opportunity to flip you over, him towering over you.

“but it will determine how rough this’ll be-”

He cooed, his hand wandering under your skirt to tease your aching pussy through your panties. You had been so touch starved that his gentle touch made your back arch off the bed, a quiet moan escaping your lips.

“how long has it been?”

he asked, clearly amused by your sweet reaction to his slight touch.

God you couldn’t remember the last time you had sex, it has been so long.

“a lifetime ago-”

you mumbled, becoming impatient with him.

In-ho glanced at you, waiting for you to explain it to your little angel.

You just coughed, wanting your husband to say something to break the intimidating silence, which must have confused your son as to why it was so hard to answer his “simple” question.

“holy shit-”

you gasped for air as his fingers worked their magic on your now, fully exposed body. 

His right index finger dancing around your pussy as his thumb slowly massaged your sensitive clit in figure eights, his lips catching each desperate cry and moan

“shit-”

you quietly cursed as you were nearing your orgasm, he could sense this, and stopped his actions right as you were about to reach your high.

Your whines in protest were like music to his ears as he watched your desperate form trying to gain any form of friction, but his belt tied around your wrists prevented most of what you had planned.

“how was i made”

god, could your kid make you feel any more uncomfortable? 

In-ho was laughing as he realized the situation you were stuck in now.

Desperate to answer his pleading eyes, you came up with a classic-

“a stork brought you to us sweetie”

In-ho seemed visibly confused, has he never heard of that before?

“what’s a stork?”

“a bird”

in-ho interrupted, gently squeezing little s/n’s cheek.

His pace was unforgiving as he continued to harshly rut into you, his dick hitting your g-spot over and over, making your legs shake in desperation.

“fuck you feel so good-”

he groaned, placing his hands on either side of you, firmly thrusting home.

His brown eyes always locked with your e/c eyes as one of his hands slid between your shaking thighs, to swiftly rub your clit in circles, trying his hardest to send both of you over the edge simultaneously.

“f-fuck in-ho... I can’t take it anymore...”

you breathed desperately, your hips grinding up, matching his quick thrusts.

“come for me sweetheart-”

he groaned, his deep voice sending vibrations through your bodies as you practically came on the spot, your juices all over his thick cock as he was inching closer to his orgasm himself.

“c-come inside me”

you whined, wanting his come more than anything.

“you want daddy’s cum huh? fuck yes i’ll give it to you-”

he growled, a few more thrusts of his hips sending him over the edge.

He filled you up with his warm seed as he moaned your name against your neck.

“fuck-”

you groaned as he removed the belt from your wrists, allowing you to move more freely now.

“i just did”

you laughed slightly at his dorky comment, as he had that familiar sly smirk you had, on his lips. 

“well you see, we met at uhh-”

you looked over at him again, not knowing how to explain a literal death game he hosted. It wasnt safe nor a good idea to even mention such.

“at a cafe”

His gaze went from you, to in-ho as he filled in your sentence.

“a cafe?”

both of you nodded in agreement, hoping your son wouldn’t ask that question ever again.

#squid game #squidgame #Squid Game Netflix #squid game 2 #Netflix Squid Game #squid game x reader #frontman #frontman smut #front man x reader

[angelsunflowers-fanfics]

Media I write for as of 1/2024)

Linktree

(Please keep in mind that I don't feel comfortable with writing characters x reader, if the character in question is under 18 years old)

the bad guys (2022)

bioshock (2007, 2013)

Bob’s Burgers (2011 - present)

Borderlands (2009 - 2019)

Cinderella ( 1950)

Detroit: Become Human (2018)

Dying light

Encanto (2021)

FNAF (sister location and security breach) (2016 - 2021)

Heavy Rain

Helluva Boss (2020 - present)

Hercules (1997)

How to train your dragon (The series)

The hunchback of Notre Dame (1996)

The Incredibles (2004)

Infinity train (2019 - 2021)

Inside job (2022 - present)

the iron giant (1999)

The last of us, Part 1 & 2 (2014 - 2020)

Little Misfortune

Megamind (2010)

The Mitchells vs The Machines (2021)

Moral Orel (2005 - 2008)

Oxenfree (2016)

Princess and the Frog

The Quarry (2022)

Red Dead Redemption 2 (2018)

Resident Evil 7 & 8 (2017 - 2022)

Rise of the guardians (2012)

The road to El Dorado (2000)

Robots (2005)

Rock and Rule (1983)

Sally Face (2016 - 2019)

The sea beast (2022)

Sing! (2016)

(ps4) Spider-man (2018)

Spiderverse

Squid game (2021)

Stranger things (2016 - present)

Stray (2022)

Tangled (2010) 

Tinkerbell (2008)

Turning red (just 4town) (2022)

Until Dawn

The Walking dead (main series)

TWDG (2012 - 2022)

The Wolf Among us (2014)

#x reader #self insert #fanfic #aladdin x reader #the bad guys x reader #bioshock x reader #bob's burgers x reader #borderlands x reader #cinderella x reader #detroit: become human x reader #the wolf among us x reader #twdg x reader #turning red x reader #tinkerbell x reader #tangled x reader #stray x reader #stranger things x reader #squid game x reader #sing x reader #the sea beast x reader #sally face x reader #rock and rule x reader #robots x reader #the road to el dorado x reader #rise of the guardians x reader #resident evil 7 x reader #resident evil 8 x reader #rdr2 x reader

[amphibiahawks321]

Sae-Byeok : Why exactly did you want to date me in the first place? I'm not even that special...

M!Reader : .......

[Leaves the room]'

Sae-Byeok : ???

[Enters back to the room with a mirror on wheels and puts it Infront of her]

M!Reader : Your face is perfect, Your lips are gorgeous, Your hair style is sexy as fuck, Your eyes that people can get lost on, your awesome personality, your-

Sae-Byeok : .....

Sae-Byeok blushing : ......okay that's enough

#male reader #squid game x reader #reader x squid game #squid game #sae byeok x reader #reader x sae byeok

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Guard Jun Ho x Reader

Notes: Squid Game AU - GUARD!JUN HO - POST S1 (AU) - STALKER/OBSSESED JUN HO - FEM READER - DUB/CON - PREGNACY KINK -

How did you end in this hell place was a thing you could never understand completly.

When did you end up in deep debts? Having to deal with mafia sharks who followed you everywhere.

When this oporunity came, the chance to get out of your debt, you took it without a second thought.

Oh big mistake.

Now here you were, playing for your life.

But even in the darkest place there was something good.

One guard took a liking in you. Giving you extra portions of food. Letting you go to the bathroom anytime you needed.

Jun Ho was enamored by you, the moment he saw you coming out from the first game, covered in sweat and being agitated he knew all his work payed off.

Because yes, he was the one who followed you, stalked you and made you end in debt. Using his contacts in the police, banks and mafia to made you a target for the games.

And it worked. Now he could be close to you, take you forcefully by your arm, pull you close to his body with the excuse of just doing his work.

Of course he also gave you small advantages. Extra food, information, water, free pass to the batrhooom where you usually cried or touched yourself to realse some frustration.

Oh these were his favorite moments, listening to your moans and whimpers. It took all of his self control to not go in there and fuck you just like you needed.

He would return to his room and touch himself, not caring about the cameras.

His hand moved fast over his dick, he tested the tip of his head and moaned thinking it was you. You between his legs taking him deep, with your eyes full of tears but no stoping because you wanted him, you needed him. He came hard, his mind attacking him with images of you with your hand covering your mouth while he fuck you against the wall.

Well fuck. He is hard again.

The next night you wake up with the need to pee. You slowly go to the door wishing its the same guard who gives you free pass everynight. And it is, Jun Ho sees you and does not even let you talk. He soon opens the door to let you in and makes you follow him to the bathroom.

The situation its bizarre, you know it. Most players think you are fucking him but thats not it....

Well it was not till tonight.

Your back is pressed against the wall, the cold surface its a big contrast with his heat, his lips are on yours, the kiss is savage. Jun Ho does not let any part of your mouth without being explored, he then kisses your neck, making sure to bite you and mark you.

He has seen how others look at you.

But you are his.

He feels your knee touching his dick, he moans your name and you dont care how the knows it.

You use one hand to touch him above his clothes making him groan, he sees the desesperation in your eyes and the need.

He cant wait.

He knows he is big, he knows you are not fully wet, but this cant be done slow, once he has his dick out he pulls your pants and underwear down making you strip out of them so he can take your underwear for his personal use later.

Without a problem he pulls you up making you go down taking his hard dick. It hurts a lot he can tell by your face and by how much pressure you are putting in his shoulders.

"Shh, shh it will pass, you are taking me so well"

He starts to move without a warning, you can feel all of his dick going deep inside, your walls being forcefully put apart, you beg him to slow down but he does not listen, soon he has you screaming at him with how much force and how fast he is going. You can feel his pre cum inside of you mixing with your own juices and god it does feel good.

Jun Ho kisses you, telling you how good you feel, how he wants you to be pregnat with his kids and see you outside the games. How he wants to take you back to the other players and fuck you in all fours in front of them to show them to who you belong to.

You are not sure what makes you lose yourself but your walls hug his dick and Jun Ho thinks he is in heaven. His moves become erratic, he feels is orgasm aproaching and when he sees you being in the same state as him he cant stop.

He ends cumming inside, you havent feel so full in a long time and you love it. You love the feeling of his cum inside, how parts of it go outside from your pussy and down your legs.

"Fuck, you did so well, love"

#squid game imagines #squid game x y/n #squid game x reader #junh ho x reader #jun ho x reader

[theganymedes]

GIRLFRIENDS…!? [ k. sae-byeok ]

content warnings — intoxication, explicit sexual/profane speech eluding to smut, etc..

note — HI ALL! i’m back and i’ve missed tumblr sm. i promised to put out some of my unpublished saebyeok pieces and this is the first of many. BEWARE! this is a very lusty MATURE plot sparked by one of my favorite songs that i wrote like forever ago— it is the foreplay/first part to a smut i began and never finished. there is no real smut in this piece, and if you’re into that sort of thing, it will leave you wanting for more! read at ur own risks luv! (if you like this enough, i’ll finish the second part for you (if requested!), but this is pretty cute on it’s own, imo :) i hope you enjoy!

synopsis — you’re not sober, and saebyeok, (who apparently might be your girlfriend) is on the way…

Okay. You really need to stop drinking.

It isn't helping. In fact, it's making everything worse. With every bittersweet swig of Stella Rosa, you crave the taste of something much more satisfying— Much more intoxicating.

    Saebyeok's lips.

    You sigh softly, your tongue sliding across the roof of your mouth with a chuckle as you shook your head at yourself, staring back at the MacBook screen thats still blank, besides your name and a due date prompted in MLA format on the left hand corner.

    You’re supposed to be writing a paper for your english course, yet it's nearly 1AM and you got nothing— You're all alone in your one-bedroom apartment, level of intoxication tangoing with tipsy, head empty, only thoughts being... her.

    It's a Friday night.

    You could submit yourself into the astiring streets crawling with shit-faced students from your college university, as your apartment complex was just barely off campus— All it took was a few miles walk, and you could be at some wild frat rave, getting drunk for free and partying with pretty strangers...

    You don’t want to. You want one thing. One person. And her name is Saebyeok.

    The thought of her dizzies your brain more than normal. Not just because of the spirit juice spiraling through your system, but because she finally made your relationship official!

    Four days ago. She finally asked you to be her girlfriend!

    Well, okay... Maybe ‘asked’ is a bit of a stretch.

    Four days ago, she was helping you study for a mid-term via FaceTime,

    (SaeByeok lives off campus as well, back at home with her mother and little brother whom she takes care of, and avoids coming to college unnecessarily as much as possible... She's not much of a people person.)

    Anyways...

    Her kid brother, Cheol interrupted your study sess, asking who his sister was on the phone with. She replied saying, and you quote—

   "My girlfriend."

    Your heart nearly exploded.

    You’re her girlfriend!?!?! I mean, sure, you guys have been getting closer, and your relationship has certainly surpassed the status of college acquaintances who share each other’s notes...

    Sometimes, Saebyeok seems to be quite fond of your company... and spooning you, and making out with you all the time, and sleeping over at your place, and leaving her hoodies and toothbrush at your apartment… and maybe you've seen her naked once or twice, and or had sex in the backseat of her car...

    But girlfriends!?!

    This is big news to you. And it leaves you feeling... Some type of way.

    You like her. You like her a lot. And the fact that she spoke to Cheol, the human she loves most on this planet, about your little 'ol existence? It proves she likes you just as much.

    Or so you assume. You can’t really be sure if your love-sick mind had misinterpreted the whole girlfriend-Cheol-facetime thing— Yet, the rousing scent of Saebyeok’s oversized tapestry hoodie you’re wearing and the enthralling influence tainting your sense of wit just won’t leave it to chance.

    Fuck the english paper. You need pure pellucidity straight from the horse’s mouth, and you’re determined to get it — That, and maybe a little something else too…

    With fidgety fingers, you tend to your cellphone’s call list, fishing for that freckle-faced contact photo in an unbidden blur.

    You’ve never called her this late before, and the last thing you want to do is scare her off after she (possibly) just made things official, but your morals are missing at the moment.

    She picks up the phone on the first ring, which isn’t unusual, but it still makes your heart beat berserk each time.

    "Yeah?" The sultry sound of her voice is buried under swift breeze, honking cars, and diluted laughs commencing in the background.

    Where ever she is, it’s crowded. It sounds like she’s passing near a pile of traffic on a sleepless city street.

    You furrow your brows, almost taken aback by the fact that she’s out and about this late.

    "Where are you right now?" You ask while fighting back a grin, a snarky twinge interlacing your vocals.

    Saebyeok is a homebody, and you're positive that you have to be one of the couple people she enjoys enough to spend her free time with on a Friday night.

    You were curious as to what the hell she could be doing right now besides touching you...

    "Out." She submits simply. "Is everything okay? Why are you calling me now?"

     Always so plain...

    You twirl the drawstring to her hoodie giddishly, hanging on to her every word.

    "Well what are you doing? It's pretty late." You pry a little, shamelessly too.

    You are her girlfriend after all... Right!?

    "Making money. Are you okay?"

    Always so curt... Always so sketchy... Always showing concern for your well being... Why is this turning you on even more?

    "Sounds realllll sketchy, Ms.Kang." You tease in a slight slur, following a few giggles. "Where do you work again?"

    You're well aware that whatever she does to get enough cash to support her family was probably boarding the line of illegal, and she knows that you know, but she refuses to ever involve you in her less than lawful activities.

    As long as she assures you she's safe and not an any sort of danger, there's no harm in poking a little fun…

    She scoffs lightly, catching onto your antics. "What's this about, (Name)? Do you need something?"

    "I need you here with me." You exhale dramatically with a protruding pout. "I've had a few drinks and... I really wanna see you."

    Saebyeok is silent for a few seconds.

    She knows you, and judging from your overly-sensuous tone and the time of night, she's beginning to gather what this call is really about.

    She gulps thickly, "You want me to come over? ... Right now?" Before she excites herself, she needs you to confirm.

    "Yes, please. If you can." You aren't afraid to beg, nor of seeming desperate. "I've been without you all week... You're all I can think about right now."

    Another taut silence. You swear you can almost feel her hitched breath nestling against the nape of your neck threw the phone.

    "I'm on my way."

    As white noise swallows the line, you scarf down the remaining wine in your glass, jolting from the couch to your feet, excitement surging your skeleton in its entirety.

    Your head spins as you briefly reminisce on the last time you had her in your presence— Her dark eyes being so attentive to you, adoring your every move. Her lips on yours, tongue so modestly asking for entrance to your mouth and her hand trailing up your thigh with reluctance, patiently awaiting your shy shows of consent…

    You pace around your apartment, too antsy to sit still. Already freshly showered and shaved, you tidy up a bit, lighting a vanilla bean candle — An airy savor, not too potent. You don't want the aroma to conflict with your perfume oil.

    When you hear your phone ding with a new notification less than 20 minutes later, you don't even check it — You run straight to your door, knowing it’s SaeByeok making you aware she's outside.

    Swinging back the knob eagerly, your lips softly part at the sight of her. She's sporting a cream-colored kawaii crewneck and simple sweats, palms shoved in her pockets as she stares at her shoes.

    Gosh, the things this girl did to you.

   You pretend your heart doesn't stop when her glance dwindles to meet with yours, always managing to forget how tall she is.

    The star-like speckles dappled on the apples of her cheekbones sprout skyward as her smile widens — She sizes you up, her eyes slowly trail from your fluffy house slippers to your bare legs, skin only covered from your mid-thigh and above… Then she realizes you're wearing her most homely hoodie.

    She licks her lips nervously, lustful eyes nearly looking threw you, speaking of the impure words she can’t form, for her breath is beyond her.

    You feel a blowsy tint blooming on your cheeks.

    "Like what you see?" Mists of lightweight liquor loosens your lips and emboldens your audacious body language.

    Blinking from her daze, Sae chuckles in the cutest coy manner.

    "It's huge on you." Her verbal taunting is kittenish, though the tacit teases tattooed on the back of her skull are not.

    You huff a wispy laugh. "Whatever, Giant." Rolling your eyes, you shuffle off to the side. "Come in."

    And so, she does, but she doesn't get far.

    Slipping past the door seal, Saebyeok is jolted forward — You softly snatch the fabric of her sweater, cornering her back against the front door. It slams shut as you envelope her neck in your arms, embracing her into a kiss.

    You sigh instantly at the tiny contentment. Kissing Saebyeok is like a saccharine dream — Her warm lips kindle a burning desire that seems otherworldly, a pillowy bliss of passion.

    Sensual, defining the tender undertones of your adoration, but sloppy, personifying the aching hunger between you both.

    Her fingers whirl along your waist, yearning for closeness, yet only wandering shyly around your midriff— Too meek to trickle lower, leaving you to pine for more.

    Before her tantalizing touch can linger too long, she simply pulls away, breathless and bashful.

    Her brows knit, "You taste drunk." Saebyeok breathes out. "How much have you had, exactly?"

    The implication unnerves you. Arms flying to your sides, you straighten how your (really hers) hoodie a bit, as a wave of embarrassment seems to spite you.

    Oh, no. Are you coming on too strong? Are you making her uncomfortable? Is she not as into this as you?

    You let out a timid giggle, untangling yourself from her personal bubble.

    You need to chill. Don't give her the impression that she's only here because you're horny. At least figure out if she’s even actually your girlfriend before you try to seduce her, geez!

    "Uh, a.. few glasses?" You confess, awkwardly leisuring over to your living room.

    Saebyeok notices your abrupt shift in nature, and it disappoints her a little, but she says nothing, merely following after your lead.

    "It's only wine, though." You assure her. "I was trying to loosen myself up enough to write my english paper."

    Hips swaying as you strut, you can feel her eyes attached to you— Devouring you, admiring the way her clothing encompasses your curves.

    "Yeah?" Her voice is like stifling satin, which makes you shiver. "Get anything done?"

    You turn on your heels to face her, aligning your gazes. "Ummm, I found a pretty font and layout to type my name in! The words are gonna be really cute when I finally write them." You smile innocently, interlocking your arms around her torso.

    She glares you down, subtly nibbling on the inside of her cheek, in her best attempts to scold your darn adorable face.

    "(Name), there's nothing aesthetic about procrastination."

    You giggle, pressing a chastise peck to her lips, "I'll get it done! I promise, it's not even due for another week anyways."

    "That doesn't mean you have more time to pretend it doesn't exist."

    That's exactly what it means in your mind. You know it, and she knows it.

    She can't stand when you procrastinate like this, ultimately being cause of an inevitable anxiety attack and mental breakdown when due dates roll around.

      It stresses Saebyeok out just as much as it does you, so she's strict on you about turning in assignments on time — You aren't complaining. You find her stern traits to be quite endearing.

     Endearing, and in this special case, conveniently opportunistic.

    "Look at youuu, all worried about your girlfriend's studies." You coo in jest, floating an odd amount of extra emphasis on the spoony slogan.

      In the beats of silence that follow, you stare deeply into her eyes, smile unwavering, awaiting her retort. Patient for the moment she begins to fluster and blush about how she'd made your relationship official— for Saebyeok to bring up some sort of formal conversation about the thing that's got a tsunami in between your thighs.

    Instead, she blinks at you— Stammering her response and searching for the correct answer within your cherishing glimpse.

    It was weird... Like you were expecting her to have a certain reaction to your words that just sound like... plain 'ol words to her.

    She lets it fly. You're a weirdo. A drunk one too. Nothing new.

    "Let me see the rubric.” Sae insists softly. “Maybe I can help." She bends down slightly as her faint callouses begin to reach just beside you for the scattered loose leafs across your coffee table.

    Though you clasp her wrist before she can proceed any further.

    “Not a chance!” Damning her in the most delicate way possible, your touch drifts off to graze her palm. “I didn’t invite you here so you could do my homework. I wanted you here so we could… Spend time together.”

   The use of a neutral tone is good enough to shadow the shake in your liquid courage, because SaeByeok is still convinced that it is the liquid courage meddling with your coherence.

    So, her heartening hands come to engulf yours— The affectionate gesture sweet enough to make you swoon.

    “It still counts as us spending time together, as long as we’re together…” Her thumbs gently caress your knuckles as she shrugs. “I don’t mind.”

    One of the innumerable reasons you endlessly adored Kang SaeByeok was because she was the rare type of person who truly didn’t mind.

    “Well too bad,” You declare to her, “Because I do.”

    She regards your doting orbs as you sweep the short raven strands swinging in her sights behind the lobe of her ear, waiting for you to continue.

    “I don’t know, I’ve just been hoping for a while now that we can… Start spending more quality time together…”

    While the intent behind your coquettish request is wholesome, Saebyeok looks disappointed — Her features contort slightly with confusion, and if you didn’t know her so well, you might say she was pouting.

    “Anytime I’m with you is quality time to me.” Her dainty disclosure whistles up in the wind and implores for your confirmation.

    “No!” Your frantic console is spat in a hurry, before your little scheme can skew south.

    “I mean yes it is, I feel the same way— It’s just… You’ve been busier lately and we don’t have as much face time together like usual…” In the persuading sputter of stutters, you somehow work your way back to the original point.

    “Wouldn’t you prefer to do something more intimate with… Your girlfriend… rather than writing her thesis?”

    Your apartment falls noiseless.

    Saebyeok squints as she silently seeks for the reason why you’re suddenly a third person in this conversation.

    Maybe she forgot that you’re kind of an angsty weirdo — You sometimes have this excessive tendency to complicate things into oblivion.

    The way you’re wired reminds her of an overstrung piano— a morass orchestra of sublime symphonies amalgamating into one swell song.

    And thus, Saebyeok’s accepted that when you try to sing the lyrics, she may have to listen closely in between the overlapping labyrinths.

    Her wary ears are open, but her innate need to be rational keeps her mouth closed.

   “We can do whatever you want.” Is all she obliges to you, her features nearly impassive. “This is your place. What do you have in mind?”

    Damnit. Saebyeok is harder to read than text subtitles across a theater screen.

    Nevertheless, you sat aside your unsettled stomach and scrunch your shoulders like you’re careless.

   “I guess I should at least be a decent host and offer you some food.” With her hand coalesced in your grasp, you lug over to your cushy kitchen area.

    “Are you hungry? I have leftover pizza in the fridge, or I could make you something really quick.”

    … Not exactly the hunger Sae was hoping to satisfy when she came over, but she supposes this’ll do too.

    “Whatever is easiest is fine.” She replies, her body sticking close to yours with her every movement, as she knows the subtle steam of her skin will stir tension.

    A simpering smile adorns your face while you dawdle to your fridge door.

    “Pizza it is!” You move quickly, scurrying over to the cozy corner where your air-fryer lives while pulling the plastic wrap from the plate of pie, “After I heat this up, do you maybe wanna watch something by Ghibli!?”

    The dopey grin on Sae’s lips offsets how she rolls her eyes and her heads shakes at the suggestion (that’s she pretty sure is becoming an obsession) of yours.

   “Sure...” She agrees, chewing her bottom lip as her feet maunder in your direction. “Guess what?”

    When the mini-fryer begins to aerate, you turn to face her hovering above you, pressing your back to lean against the cold marble countertop.

    “What?” Ignoring the sweltering ache simmering between you, you ponder curiously with the flutter of your lashes.

    There are the tiniest shards of luster lathing in Sae’s eyes— A supple smirk springing on the rim of her lips, and you instantly know the name she’ll say next.

    “Cheol got invited to another kid’s birthday party this weekend.” The animation cresting through the undertones of her dour vocals could make you croon.

    “Oh my gosh, really!? That’s so good!” Without noticing, your voice is lifted a few octaves, your hands are flapping together like a penguin’s, and you’re nearly jumping up and down.

    Saebyeok is almost annoyed that she can feel the stupidly huge beam painting her features pink, and still can’t do anything to stop it— You’re just too precious.

    She’s only strong enough to snicker at your reaction as she watches you in revere.

    Once your feet plant again, you urge for all the juicy details.

    “I take it he’s starting to fit in better at school?”

     Sae nods. “He seems to be, yeah.”

    For a second, her glimpse loses yours— She ducks her head a little, fingers running to fiddle with the hem of your (really hers) hoodie’s pouch before she proceeds…

    “Anyways, I wanted to ask you.. If you felt like chaperoning at the party with me.” Her volume is shallow of any base and her eyes are anywhere but on yours. “I know it sounds kind of lame, but it’s supposed to be some laser tag thing with like, bouncy houses. You don’t have to play or anything—“

    “Are you kidding!?” You can’t help to interrupt, voice dripping of wry humor and Saebyeok’s sights suddenly jolt up at you.

    “I get to beat a buncha kids at laser tag and possibly meet the incredible, infamous Kang Cheol? Count me in.” You snort with a sardonic scoff.

    Her face falters— Brows boosting to the baseline of her forehead, bewildered and all bushy-tailed.

    “Really? You’d actually go with me?”

    “Of course.” Starkly, you say, allowing your palm to skim tepid along her collarbone…

     In moments like these, you sometimes wish you were more like Saebyeok.

    You wish you were the type of person who knows how to chill— The type who didn’t nag, poke, or probe … Someone who didn’t throw a tizzy over silly things like labels and titles, who knew how to let things be…

    But you weren’t. And you don’t.

    So, if you just so happened to sense a perfectly good opening…

    “I mean… That’s what… Girlfriends are for, right?”

     Luckily for you, the third time Saebyeok has to cringe through you awkwardly highlighting the word girlfriend out loud, is a charm.

    “Okay, why do you keep repeating that?”

    She’s blunt — Boring an unblinking gaze upon you as she scoffs beneath her breath, as if she found your behavior confusingly hilarious.

    Your eyes go doe, and you put on a phony frown to avoid being so vilely prompted on the spot.

    “Uh— I don’t know what you mean.” You puff a timorous chortle. “I’m not repeating anything—“

    Your lying has never been very good, but Saebyeok is especially over your little larks tonight.

    “Girlfriend.” She badgers you stubbornly with no remorse. “You keep saying the word girlfriend over and over on purpose. Why?”

    You analyze her stony response with a churning stomach.

    “Why are you being so hostile?” A swig of somber seeps into your defensive delivery. “Does that word make you uncomfortable by chance?”

    “It might start to if you keep emphasizing it in every sentence.” She deadpans. “What is it?”

    The air is dull of noise as your jaw clenches.

    This is much more embarrassing to admit aloud than you could’ve imagined, but you can only dodge Saebyeok glaring daggers at you for so long — Before your cast crumbles…

    “You called me your girlfriend last week.” You spit it out so fast, it nearly blends together like a single syllable.

    Assuming you have more to spill, she quirks a brow at your seemingly insignificant statement.

   “Okay… And?”

    “Anddd…” You attempt to shrug off your inhibitions, as all the correct words twist on the tip of your tastebuds, yet never come out straight.

    “I-I’m- kind of— I’m just wondering if you, possibly, actually really meant it.”

    Your eyes divert downward like lightning, though there really isn’t anywhere else to look— Saebyeok practically has you pinned against the air-fryer on the countertop behind you, and her body not much farther from melting into yours feels like thunder.

    “You’ve never really referred to me as that before and, I guess I’m just trying to figure out what you see this— Us, as.”

     Clearing your throat, you hope to expel the butterflies from your gullet.

     Your apartment is peep-less again and you’re this isn’t the greatest sign.

     At this point, you think your toes are sweating, your heart is beating so bad that it hurts, and you’re staring at the floor so hard that the tiles are beginning to wiggle.

    And when you finally gather the gall to look at her again, Saebyeok is on the verge of bursting into a fit of laughter.

    “Seriously?” She goads with giggles, her voice full of cynical glee. “(Name), I have a toothbrush here.”

    Well, when you put it so curtly…

    “Yeah— Well, It’s easy to misplace toothbrushes on accident.”

    You’re sure that’s a thing… Somewhere in the world…

    “We’ve been intimate…” Saebyeok reminds you. “Like multiple times.”

     Obvious is starting to sound like an absurd understatement— Even though you feel like your face is caked with clown makeup, you contradict her quickly—

     “Okay, the first time we had sex was in your car…”

     She sports a conceited sneer, her features glossed with gloat.

    “Only because someone was too eager to wait…”

     You are wordless, as your eye-sockets see the back of your brains for the third time she’s brought this up.

    “Besides, I’m bringing you to meet my brother this weekend.”

    “So what!?” You exclaim, solely for the petty purpose of putting up a fight. “If you really think about it, the sacredness of meeting family is very subjective—“

    Saebyeok settles your debate with the covetous crash of her lips onto yours— A pale groan escapes you without your permission, your reciprocation impatient and hungry, as you pleach your palm into her hair.

    She grunts lightly as you tug along her scalp, hands pulling your bodies even closer, nearly pressing your center against her hips.

    Goosebumps inflame like prints all over your skin, a seething fever stewing your senses as your tongues entangle, the grip entwined in her fluffy tresses only getting tighter…

    Saebyeok stops — Pulling back ever so slightly that her dense breath fans the hot flush coating your cheeks.

    “We’re girlfriends.” She tells you. “I see you as my girlfriend, (Name).”

     “Oh. Okay.” Exhaling heavily, you simply nod, trying to steady more than one throbbing pulse. “I see you as my girlfriend too, Saebyeok.”

    “Good.” She sighs out with swollen lips.

    “Great.”

    Your air-fryer beeps, right on cue to slice the tension with a knife.

    “Well, now that that’s settled…” You swallow breathlessly. “Do you still want your pizza?”

    “Depends.” She gawks at you with no indignity, slightly leaning in, as her hands soothe the cinch of your waist.

     “Is that really what you called me over here to eat?”

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Squid Game Headcannons: The players’ love languages

warnings: none other than one swear word lol

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Seong Gi-hun

Gi hun’s top two love languages are physical touch and gift giving.

He doesn’t have much money, but even still he absolutely loves to spoil his significant other any time he gets the chance to. He secretly enjoys receiving gifts as well, but sometimes he feels bad taking from others. Especially if it’s money.

When in a relationship with Gi Hun physical affection is a MUST. This man will always be holding his partner’s hands or wrapping his arm around their waist, anything to feel close. He’s super cuddly, especially if he or his partner has had a bad day.

Cho Sang-Woo

Sangwoo’s biggest love languages are gift giving and acts of service, as well as physical touch in private.

Sangwoo is pretty reserved, which can make it hard for him to be vulnerable with people, which is really what makes physical touch one of his love languages. Cuddling and hand holding with him is essentially a show of trust for him, showing that he feels comfortable enough to show his soft side around his partner.

He’s much less shy about acts of service and gifts, though. His partner can always expect him to open doors, make meals, and do chores for them. As well, it’s a very common occurrence for him to come home with gifts or flowers (probably bought with company money).

Kang Sae-byeok

Sae Byeok definitely likes physical affection in private, but her main love language is quality time.

Like Sangwoo, Sae Byeok is reserved with her emotions, so physical touch is mostly reserved for in private. She adores cuddling, especially if she gets to be the big spoon. She’ll never admit how much she loves it, but it’s clear from how every morning she holds on tighter as her partner tries to get up from bed, mumbling about how she wants ‘five more minutes.’ She’ll hold hands in public if her partner wants to, or if she wants to show that they’re hers.

She absolutely loves spending time with her significant other. Watching TV together, playing videogames, doing activities, anything. As long ad she’s spending time with them, it doesn’t matter.

Ali Abdul

Ali’s main love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation.

Ali is super cuddly. He’s like the overly clingy couples you see in lines for rides at the amusement park, just constantly hugging on his partner or playing with their hands or hair. He knows when to stop though, and if his partner isn’t a fan of PDA, then he’ll respect it. That just means all the more cuddling in private.

Words of affirmation is less of him saying it to his partner and more of them saying it to him. Being told how much he means to them or how handsome he is makes his heart absolutely soar. It makes him feel so loved and appreciated.

Ji-yeong

Ji-yeong mainly enjoys quality time and receiving gifts.

She knows how short life can be, so to her it’s extremely important to spend as much time as possible with her significant other. As well, she just likes to hang out with them, feeling most connected when spending time together.

She also enjoys receiving gifts, but it isn’t required for her to be happy in the relationship. Little gifts here and there really show her that she is appreciated. Even if she doesn’t always think she’s that important, the fact that her partner thought about her enough to get her a gift quickly proves her wrong.

Hwang Jun-ho

Jun ho’s top love languages are physical touch and quality time.

As an officer, Jun ho also knows the dangers of the world and how important it is to spend time with those you love, hence the reason why quality time is so important to him. He really likes going on dates, drives, and even shopping trips, but he also appreciates staying in and having a lazy day with his partner.

Jun ho also is pretty touchy. Hand holding, hugging, cuddling, all of it. He really likes his hair being played with during cuddles, the feeling often putting him to sleep within minutes. He enjoys appropriate PDA, which triples when he’s jealous. If someone is hitting on his partner, expect him to swoop in with that PDA to put an end to it.

Jang Deok-su

Deok su is very emotionally closed off, used to any weakness being exploited with the amount of enemies he has. He generally shows love through acts of service, and on occasion gift giving.

He won’t make a big show of it, no. He might not show it, but he listens to his partner very well, remembering what tasks need to be done around the house or what has been stressing them out so he can do it while they’re gone to surprise them. If it’s brought up to him, he simply says he wanted to help out or noticed that his partner was stressed about it so he decided to do it instead.

On occasion he will also come home with gifts. It could be some small trinket that reminded him of his partner, or even something expensive, but he will always act like it isn’t a big deal.

“Here. I saw it at the market and thought you might like it.”

“Deok su, how much did this cost?!”

“It doesn’t matter. Do you like it?”

Han Mi-nyeo

Mi nyeo is definitely a fan of physical touch. She also enjoys receiving gifts and words of affirmation.

She can be pretty touchy, holding her partners arm in public and hugging on them in private. While she can be independent if she wants to be, she tends to be pretty clingy.

Receiving gifts and compliments are the big two ways to make her feel loved. It makes her feel special and reassured her that her partner thinks about her and truly does love her.

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Bunking

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Lars Pinfield

Just us

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Scientists of an Absurd Field

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Zookeeper

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Clara Ozwald

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Rory Williams

A Hunky Nurse

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Evan Peters

An Interesting Rest

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Fp Jones

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Tommy Shelby

An Easy Target

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