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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 10 months

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Yandere Squid Game Au | Dabi

Working for a secret organization that murdered its players on a massive scale wasn’t as horrifying as it sounds. Granted, it was truly mortifying but you get used to it. You don’t show your face, you don’t flinch, and you listen to the Frontman. If you keep quiet and stay in your lane it isn’t long before you start moving up the ladder. From triangle to circle to square–it was like any other job. Like in any typical occupation if your boss, finds favor in your physique or otherwise you naturally get promoted. Thus was your fate as you went from being a mere circle to becoming the masked servant in the VIP room where you subject yourself to the whims of the richest and most loathsome patrons to the beloved Squid Game.

Today you were aiding the VIP with dyed black hair and stapled scars around his neck. He later instructed you to call him Touya. But when he first departed on his helicopter, his companions called him:

Dabi.

Dabi or Touya is a wolf that doesn’t bother to conceal himself. Acting as the outlier to his troupe he trailed behind more interested in entertaining himself. Specifically with you.

“Well, aren’t you cute?

The moment he walked in his brazen blue eyes shifted beneath his mask. Sticking to you like glue as you weave behind each of the VIP spaces with only the finest scotch in hand. Feeling his burning stare on the back of your head you do him last, fully expecting to be halted from returning to your post. You were right to do so as he pulls at your suit, holding you in place as you were still bent down in a motion to pour into his cup.

“Sit, cutie. No need to be scared.”

He smirks when he says that. Clenching the silken fabric in between his polished fingertips until you did exactly that. Sitting beside him on the plush couch surrounded by exotic women and men painted in the patterns of seductive predators. Lifting you from the velvety seat into his lap, your bottom comes to rest on the crux of his crotch; already exposed by the widened stance of his legs.

Throughout the games Touya holds you firm as he bucks his hips, causing you to bounce at the force. He holds you firmly by the hips rubbing tentatively as the contestants begin to fight. At this time he’s not really focused on the games. You know this because you feel the rough heated lips against the skin of your neck. His hands begin to wander as he squeezes the meat of your thighs, your stomach, your chest–he helps himself to all of it. But he still proposes his commentary, a little preoccupied but willing to participate.

“Mmmm~Tastes good…I’m guessing 56 isn’t going to make it. They have that ugly look that dead people get already.”

Touya despite his protests to his friends does get interested. Only holding you tight to his chest as he watches the show. Sucking his teeth in your ears as he watches a bet of his go down the drain. Sometimes his hands slip into your suit but only to rub against the warm texture of your skin. If you didn’t know any better you’d say his touch was loving

You admit you get comfortable, trading your stiffness for relaxed leisure as you let your body meld into Touya’s. The Front Man may send you a look but the moment you move to straighten up your VIP yells at your boss.

“Oi don’t you dare look at them! They're busy pleasing me, so just turn around and do your job.”

For some reason, he really hates the Front Man as he insults and throws his glass near the masked man’s head. You don’t flinch but you silently hope that the VIP’s behavior isn’t attributed to you. As if to calm your nerves the patron underneath you held you tighter, shifting his position to cradle you against the lying seat.

“Oi better not fire them! I better see them next time I come around.”

And he does. Immediately calling you to his side when he does show up to watch the Squid Game. He touches you without restraint; as if actually missing you for the year you were apart. Despite how much he seems to indulge in you he never wishes to disappear with you, not until his fifth visit. That was the first time he led you away from the main viewing room; smirking as his friends jeered.

“Oooh Dabi and the cutie are slipping away! But your going to miss the big final!”

“Piss off.”

“Ooooo so possessive?”

The fifth time is also the time he makes his proposal promise. He kisses you like a starving animal, wild without reason as he devours you. He would take off your mask but his gaze keeps drifting to the different decor of the room. He knows you two are being watched. In between moans and groans he proposes a change of space.

“Why-ah-don’t we take this back to my place~!”

You protest adamantly that you must stay…how else were you supposed to collect your check? Even going so far as to pin it on your superior, who was the only one who could actually shift some weight in place of the host. He growls and you yip letting your hands grip the grooves of the golden-dusted wall.

In the panting exhaustion that concludes you vaguely register the off-handed musing that comes from behind. With a tone that only wished for death, he spoke through his teeth and under his breath making your skin raise into a tizzy of goosebumps.

“...tter say, yes. Or I’ll burn the prude myself.”

You both worry and praise his departure. Even so, you find your inner self swooning at the way his crystal orbs look at you through his wolf mask with an uncontained want. Flicking away to glare at the Front Man. You have the sneaking suspicion that his sixth visit will be your last…that is if you aren’t dead before then.

#yandere squid game au #yandere squid game x bnha #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere bnha dabi #yandere squid game dabi #yandere touya #Yandere Squid Game AU Dabi #Yander squid game VIP Dabi #yandere #yanderes #yandere bnha x reader #yandere mha #yandere my hero academia

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kaiyaki-sano · 11 months

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Lend Me Your Voice(band!Eren x fem!reader) pt.3

Basically, Eren is a douchey frontman of the rock band “Titans”. This will be a 4 part slightly angsty mini-series, with a shameless little OC self-insert as Eren’s sister Kai in part 2 and 3 bc I have no self-control when it comes to Levi~ I hope you enjoy it!!

MINORS DNI!!!!

|| Part 1 || Part 2 ||

DISCLAIMER: THIS PART BEGINS WITH HEAVY HEAVY ANGST WITH A LOT OF TW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TW: Eren is an asshole to reader, very minor character death for backstory purposes, swearing/dirty talk, yandere elements if you squint, and for this part specifically there is physical abuse/domestic violence, blood, choking, sex work, triggering language/actions, PTSD style flashback, basically we learn why Eren is the way he is

“It’s been a long time since Mommy left, I watched three Scooby-Doo movies and she isn’t home yet! She said she’d be home after two of them, where is she??”

A small, scared, newly turned 6 years old Eren thought as he watched the front door like a hawk. Today was his birthday, and his mother had promised she wouldn’t be gone the whole day for it. But six hours later, she was still gone.

He had no idea what was truly going on, all he knew was what his mother said.

The Bad Man had left with her again, the one who was awfully mean to him and his big sister Kai whenever he was around. He hated that man.

Not even the birthday cake his sister made him helped. He knew it would taste bad, all they had to eat was ramen noodles, so he didn’t want to know what she’d used to make the cake. But, so he didn’t make her sad, he blew out the candle when she sang to him and mustered a weak little smile.

“It’ll be okay, Rennie. Mom will be home soon, and if that jerk is with her, I’ll protect you.” Kai promised, ruffling his hair. But truth be told, she was just as scared as he was.

“I hate that guy!! He hit me when I spilled my juice the other day, and it wasn’t even my FAULT!!” He was upset, more upset in such complex ways that a child should never have to experience.

His sister was about to comfort him again when the dilapidated front door finally swung open, revealing their mother and the Bad Man.

Their mother looked distressed, more so than usual, and the asshole next to her looked more enraged than usual. There was something wrong, something bad was going to happen, it was in the air.

“You dumb fucking bitch, I told you, no less than $1200 was to be made before you could call it a night!! DIDN’T I?!” The Bad Man roared in his usual domineering and intimidating tone, slapping their mother hard in the face.

“I-I’m sorry, I just- I promised Eren I’d be home for his birthday! I made $800, I figured that would be enough, please- not in front of the kids, please honey!” Their mother pleaded with him, wiping the blood from her lip as she trembled.

Anxiety and panic tightened his chest, and he squeezed his sister’s hand in raw fear. He wanted to speak, to stand up for himself and his family, but he was frozen, as if his jaw had been wired shut and his limbs were cemented where he sat.

“That little pussy needs to learn how to be a man!! Can’t always be crying for his fuckin’ mommy, the little shit needs to learn! Fuck his birthday, fuck those kids!! I SAID 1200!!!!!” He continued to hit their mother, kicking the front door shut to avoid nosy neighbors intervening again.

All Eren and his sister could do was watch, they were no match for that man, and their mother made them promise to never get involved so they didn’t get hurt too.

But the second he saw his mother fall to the floor from the force of a punch to her jaw, followed by a kick to her ribs, he forgot all about his fear.

“STOP IT!!!! LEAVE MOMMY ALONE!!!!!!!” He screamed as loud as his little lungs would let him, running up to do something, only to be slapped away with full strength by the adult male.

He whimpered when he saw blood on his hand from the split in his cheek, the ring the man wore making direct contact. As any normal child would do, Eren began to cry. It hurt, he was scared, and he had no concept of this situation other than terror.

“You wanna get your ass beat, you little shit?! HUH?!?!” The man screamed in his face, grabbing the child up by the neck.

“NO!! Let him go, take it out on me, please!! Don’t hurt the kids, PLEASE!” Their mother begged, crawling and wincing as she reached her arm out.

The man scoffed with a villainous grin, dropping Eren to the ground, and instead grabbed their mother up by the throat.

“Fine, I think I’ll do that,” he focused his glare back to the terrified and bleeding little boy, something extra sinister in his voice when he spoke next, “he’s gonna learn today that his precious, useless ‘mommy’ won’t always be there to help him. Time to be a man, you little piss-ant.”

That was all the warning he gave, before proceeding to beat their mother to death before Eren and his sister’s very eyes.

When the police showed up and arrested him, paramedics taking their mother’s body away, Eren managed to grab the picture of him and his mom from the last year’s birthday before the police took him and his sister to the station.

Eren was snapped out of his usual flashback by Jean snapping his fingers in front of his face, and he blinked a few times before scowling in his usual facade of couldn’t-be-bothered.

“Fuck you want, Jean?” He snipped, jadeite eyes boring into the bassist’s now mildly fearful ones.

“We’re talking about the new album, thought our literal frontman would want to know the songs he’s gonna be singing.” Jean sassed, before softening just a little, lowering his voice before speaking next, “You okay, man?”

There it was again, that fucking sympathetic look, the one he hated the most. As if he were some helpless god damned woodland animal. He was Eren fucking Yeager, invincible and adored frontman of the most popular rock group in the world. The last thing he needed was sympathy, especially from the likes of that Kentucky Derby-looking bastard Jean.

Truth be told, deep down, Eren just didn’t know how to accept it. To him, all it did was show weakness if he opened up or talked about his issues. He didn’t need that shit. He wasn’t weak.

“Get out of my face and I’ll be just fine. Try a mint, too.”

His tone was devoid of feeling, just like his expression. Crossing his arms, he leaned back in his chair and kicked his boots up onto the table, crossing his ankles as he lit up a cigarette.

“Fuck you, dude. God forbid someone tries to be a friend to you, right?” Jean rolled his eyes, taking his seat next to Connie.

As Levi prattled on about the tracklist, saying they needed at least thirteen, or something stupid like that, Eren zoned out again.

What was y/n up to right now? Were you thinking about him? Would you like the new album? Tch, you were probably thinking about Connie.

“Oi, Caillou,” he called for the man in question once Levi finished talking, blowing smoke from his nose, “still chasin’ after y/n? Or did she finally reject you?”

“Why do you care, asshole?” Connie bit right back, sick of this bullshit, “Wish it was you she was texting right now??”

“Like I give a shit about a groupie’s attention. I have a thousand sluts in my DM’s right now and you have one. You’ll never be me.”

Of course he gave a shit, a lot of shits actually. It drove him fucking insane that he wasn’t the one you were chasing after, and he’d be damned if he lost you to Connie bald-headed Springer.

“Thank god for that.” The drummer gave a dramatic sigh of relief, before flipping Eren off, “Y/n will be here later after the concert, hope that doesn’t get your panties in a fuckin bunch. And I swear to god, if you say anything to her, I’ll beat the shit out of you. Got it??”

The threat only amused the lead singer, and he smirked around the filter of his Marlboro Red.

“Oh yeah? Well, miracles happen every day, don’t they?” His voice was mocking, and he stubbed his smoke out on the table, “Enjoy the taste of my dick when you go down on her. And use three fingers, she loved that shit. Hope she doesn’t accidentally scream my name instead of yours, would be pretty damn funny though.”

With that final quip, he made his way to his room on the bus, slamming and locking the door behind him. He flopped onto the bed, reaching for the flask under the mattress and taking a swig, sighing at the burn of the whiskey in his throat.

Interrupting you and Connie?? Well, that sounded like a mighty fine plan to him.

Whether Eren knew it, or you knew it, you belonged to him. He had you first, and despite the show he put on during your hookup, he was gonna do whatever it took to get your attention back to him.

Watch out, y/n, Hurricane Yeager is heavy on your radar.

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i-cant-sing · 2 years

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Imagine this with yandere squid game imagine Jun ho and the frontman discovered you where dating a guard.

What's there to imagine? The guard is dead, tortured before death to make an example out of him and then you're grounded forever.

Dw tho, Jun ho is working on reducing your sentence to a year.

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squidgameheadcanons · 3 years

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Imagine reader wins the game and when the 1 year skip happens she enters back in imagine the guard on the phone is just like “oh shit pretty lady’s coming back better tell the guys” or the guard could keep the info to himself and waits till reader gets there imagine the chaos between the guards.

The twist is there is more guards now miss gurl gonna be in trouble when they get there.

#yandere!frontman #yandere!guard #yandere!guard harem #squidgameheadcanons #t talks #guard harem #guard x reader #squid game #idea

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ultimatedoodler · 2 years

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I wanna show Frontman!Dabi some gratitude 💕👅💦

This concept here [x] by @sunnyfunerals is making me nuuuuts! sooo hot! Highly recommend reading and please head warnings as always! He’s cold merciless and im so 🤤 for this stapled scumbag

#dabi #dabi x reader #dabi x you #yandere dabi #frontman #frontman dabi #squid game au #squid game #yandere bnha #yandere touya #doodle-queue #bark bark bark

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guard139 · 2 years

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❦ 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐬 ❦

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: gihun, sangwoo, the salesman, the frontman. daughter!reader.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: this work basically contains headcanons of the characters’ relationship with their daughter.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: incest, slight yandere themes, dub-con, mentions of alcohol, spanking, oral sex (fem receiving), degradation, use of babygirl. reader is of age.

𝐀/𝐍: this work contains dark content. people over 21 are welcome to interact. minors and ageless/empty blogs will be blocked. if you don’t like it, don’t read it. please, read the rules before interacting and stay safe!

GIHUN

As your father, Gihun is very protective to the point he might seem a little possessive. It's just that he doesn't wanna lose you. He often expresses his concerns about you hanging out with friends and it only gets worse when there are male friends in the group. Good luck trying to tell him you're already of age; he will just tell you that he's your father and has the final saying.

That being said, it's often implied that he is the only man you need in your life. He tries so hard to be your everything, even working late night hours to pay for your studies or whatever is going on in your life — he is not very good at keeping track anyways, but he means it when he says he will do anything for you.

Gihun is the one to take the first step. Because of the past, he often chases alcohol to help ease the emotional pain. Sometimes, you are not in the mood to deal with his vices so you protect yourself from it.

The more he tries to pull you in, even accusing you of leaving him for your male friends, the more you scream at him because of mother. You know better than to bring her up in heated arguments, but sometimes you are so done with everything that you get careless around others. Mentions of your mother always stirs up something inside father, that way, he ends up telling you to shut up when you hold it against him — but since he is so damn disrespectful, you don't.

So, the only way he finds to shut you up during the heated argument and crude sentiments is by pressing his lips against yours. He was so wasted you could've pushed him off with ease. However, it was your first kiss in ages and you didn't really want it to end. Despite the sour taste of alcohol in his tongue, you felt truly loved as his body caged yours and his arms kept you still. After he pulls away, you brush it off as an emotional baggage you didn't want to go through. Probably Gihun had repressed many feelings over the years and it all came back at once, resulting in this.

He brings up the matter eventually and apologizes for his behavior. He might even promise to stay away from alcohol and you know, however, that all of the unspoken secrets will drag him down once again. Except that now you make an effort to be there for your father.

He doesn't shy away when you take the first step towards kissing him when he is a tiny bit sad, even though his moral consciousness gets shaky by that. All of the thoughts about you take over his mind and he drops his energetic act, leaning towards a more serious and melancholic one. It's only after you share your first night together that he realizes he's already knee-deep into it and can't turn back now.

Gihun enjoys cockwarming and it soon becomes part of your routine. While you're asleep and softly snoring beside him, he tries to fight the urge to pound into you because there is no way you could consent to this while asleep. Although, he can't help but pound into you carefully as to not awake you, but he never goes much further than that.

SANGWOO

As a father, he is very possessive of you, part of it being his arrogance seeping through, causing him to act like he knows what is best for you better than anyone else.

You are the one to take the first step. Dad wouldn't let you see boys as he got easily jealous of his precious daughter. So, the only way to change things was to relieve all of the buried feelings and desires with him. Oh, such a temper you have… You did take after your father after all.

Sangwoo is taken aback when he feels your soft lips moving against his. And yet, he experiments with you anyway. He tests the water by holding your waist, his fingers leaving light touches on your skin. Then, he opens his mouth just a little to deepen the kiss. In a second, he has you whimpering and he knows exactly what you want — except he won't give it to you so easily.

His tongue is gentle, even freeing the butterflies in your stomach. Your attempts of moving your hips against your dad's lap while searching for friction were futile as his strong grip on your hips prevented you from doing so by holding you in place. Even with your whines, he was still calm despite the evidence of mutual desire.

Then, he takes you to bed. Sangwoo takes his time with you, enjoying how you gave in to his touches out of free will. When his tongue came in contact with your folds, it was a pleasant contrast of temperature — warm from his mouth and cold from you being exposed for too long. One of the things that really stuck with you during the time dad was eating you out was seeing the thread of saliva and wetness connecting your cunt and dad's tongue. After that, Sangwoo would not shut up for one second.

You never thought you'd hear such filthy words leaving your dad's mouth — and he said it so cooly. You're a real slut, you know that? and You're so wet for me, babygirl. Don't be surprised if you wake up one day like this, before sucking your clit between his lips and resuming the licks.

Sangwoo really takes his time with you. He makes you come multiple times on his face before even thinking of adding his fingers into your pussy. He proceeds to put his mouth to a better use and leaves bite marks all over your body, from shoulders to thighs. The purple marks will look amazing the next day, he promises, and also you won't be leaving the house for some time. It's a win-win.

THE SALESMAN

The man is the definition of sadism. Your dad is probably ten steps ahead of you and he wants to hear you say it. Remember the time you moaned a bit too loud when touching yourself? He knows. The next day, your dad is asking you too many questions about the time you went to bed and what were you doing that kept you up so late. He does that with a smug smile on his face, taking pleasure in the faint red on your cheeks and how you struggle to find the perfect excuse which, to be sincere, will serve for nothing.

You are not sure if he is dropping subtle hints of his real intentions or if it's just your imagination playing tricks on you. Father has always been kind of invasive with showing affection. The line was crossed the day you woke up with his hand pressed against your stomach and his body dangerously close to yours in your bed. He probably caught you sleeping on the sofa again and brought you to your room — at least that's what you've tried to tell yourself. He could've just put you in your bed and walked away, there was no reasonable explanation for whatever was this.

You absolutely lose it when his lips brush against your ear, a husky voice startling you awake. It was merely a good morning, babygirl, but it definitely stirred something up inside you. The way his fingers curled on the skin of your hips caused you to hold back a moan and jolt yourself from the bed. In the rush of avoiding further embarrassment, you missed the smile that crept up onto his lips.

Things escalate in such a passive-aggressive rhythm. During one of your movie nights, he holds you close while pressing kisses to your temples all the time, just like a boyfriend would do. When he asks something about the movie, you are too focused on the proximity of your faces, his dark eyes boring into yours while your gaze wanders from his amused stare to his lips. The tension in the air made it hard to breathe and there was a burning feeling in your gut that rushed you into a decision.

The kiss was reciprocal, as if he was waiting for you to take the first step all along. You let out a sigh when your lips touched from all the air you've been holding. His hand got a good grip on the back of your neck, reasserting his dominance over you. It was clear that you belonged to him. His tongue was aggressive amidst the kiss and you realized that you've longed for this feeling for a while now, to be dominated by someone more experienced than you. A moan escaped your lips when his grip tightened around your neck and dad pushed you onto the couch until he was able to lie down on top of your fragile frame. He looked exactly like a wolf ready to devour his prey and just now you realized how long he was preparing for this situation. Not that you minded it, though.

Dad wishes to break your mind before taking care of your body. He toys with you during foreplay, edging you multiple times no matter your pleas before he is even close to being satisfied. He wants to make a mess out of you, dragging his fingers in and out of your cunt until you're weak under his touch. He has worked hard on denying orgasms from you that you couldn't take it anymore, reaching your climax because of the exhaustion and excess of stimuli. It's only after leaving you limp that he considers giving you his cock.

THE FRONTMAN

Sex is merely a reward. Your dad is very stern, his authoritarian gaze being enough to make you flinch. It is only when you disobey his orders that he takes out on you. He is very cold, expecting you to show regrets of your less than adequate behavior. Although he might be more lenient of using cold, authoritarian communication until he is satisfied with your pleas, he might consider using physical punishments if you dare to cross the limits again.

The first time you slept together was the day you broke one of his first rules: do not leave your room. He had brought you to the island while he acted as the frontman and reinforced the importance of that rule as to avoid you getting caught up in the middle of the abominable mess that was his work. He was livid when he found out from one of the guards they'd caught a strange girl wandering through the halls, worried that one of those monsters had intentions of doing something else with you.

By the time you arrived into his place, the same place he kept you locked up, he was calling you stupid girl repeated times with some disdain mixed with concern. It's only when he sees the tears running down your face nonstop that he takes a deep breath, deciding between wishing to hold you close as a caring parent would do or sending you straight to your punishment.

Either way, you got your twisted reward. He ordered you to pull down your trousers, to which you showed some resistance. After he was so demanding, to the point of saying I am not playing games, silly girl. Take them off. you did exactly as he told you, humiliated by the thought of getting naked in front of him. You felt his gloved fingers kneading your bottom, as if he was testing the waters, and you held back a whimper. The impact of the first smack caused you to sob, only for it to become rounds of spanking.

It stopped when father decided it was enough, seeing your bum colored in vivid red. You knew better than to express your soreness out loud so you just let the tears run down your face in uncontrollable fashion, not daring to make any sounds. The tired eyes glanced at his piece of art, unsure if you were deserving of his cock. At that moment fear readily raced through your entire body as you realized you were still at mercy of his punishments just as he said touch yourself for me, then we'll see if you're worthy of something.

#squid game #gihun x reader #sangwoo x reader #the salesman x reader #frontman x reader #squid game smut #dark content #yandere squid game #tw: alcohol #tw: dubcon

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yandere-berry · 3 years

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yandere jun-ho and the front man sharing a darling please 🥰

Bruh i love both of them sm 😩😩 also might be writing smut for them 👀

Warnings: Kidnapping???, yandere themes, mentions of them being possessive

Word Count: 815

Pronouns Used: she/her

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Now for this mets day that instead of the front man killing Jun-Ho he brought him back to the faculty(??) since he didn’t want to kill his brother

Now The front man has been watching you even since the games started. You were younger than both him and his brother but In-Ho couldn’t care less. He thinks you’re a cute little thing, helping people whenever you can and you’re always nice to everyone.

Now In-Ho will have his brother stay with him instead of being one of the guards. He doesn’t want any of the information that Jun-Ho has collected to get out so for now his brother will stay under his watch.

During this time Jun-Hi will see that In-Ho pays extra attention to you. The detective will wonder what’s so special about you but, as Jun-Ho continues to observe you and slowly starts falling for you. He just finds you so sweet and kind and honestly wife material.

It won’t take long for the brothers to find out that the other has fallen for you. Even though the brothers are very good at hiding their obsession, both of them are VERY observant.

Both of them are extremely possessive but I think that because they’re brothers they won’t have too hard of a time sharing you.

Now During the marble game you paired up with Ali. You knew he had a wife and kid so you had no intention of winning the game. You and Ali decide on an easy game (it’s the game sae-byoke and ji-yeong played) It was easy to cheat and make sure that Ali would win.

You had Ali go first and throw his marble. Once it was your turn you just dropped the marble on the floor. Before Ali could say anything you called a guard over to let them know that he won. Ali pleaded with you to do a second round but you just shook your head and smiled at Him. The guards escorted ali out of the playing area before you were killed so he didn’t see you being escorted out a side door.

You looked at the square guards who were escorting you out questioningly but he said nothing. He just brought you down this lavish hallway that led to a black door lined with gold. The guard knocked three times before opening the door and guiding you to a bathroom.

The guard didn’t have to say anything for you to figure out what he wanted you to do. You stripped off the dirty clothes and threw them in a black hamper and got into the shower, turning on the water.

After you finished cleaning yourself and covering yourself with a towel the guard came back in and handed you some clothes. It was an oversized t-shirt, underwear and some sweatpants. Nothing fancy but it was definitely comfortable.

Then the guard led you to an open area. There were two men sitting on a lavish leather couch , facing a TV that showed all the players in the dorms. The guard quietly left the room leaving you with the two men.

The one dressed in all black motioned for you to come and stand in front of them. You didn’t know these men and didn’t know what they were capable of so of course you obeyed. The men introduced themselves as Hwang In-Ho And Hwang Jun-ho. They told you they’ve been watching you for a while and want you to stay with them. They said that they could give you anything you could ever want. Of course you refused, I mean you’re supposed to be dead.

That’s when the man, In-ho, got upset. He grabbed your arm and told you that you’re staying with them whether you like it or not. The other man tried to calm him down but it didn’t work.

However, once In-Ho saw your tears he quickly regained his composure and apologized profusely. Jun-Ho was quick to come to your aid and hug you while stroking your hair, while smirking at his brother.

Now Life with the two of them is basically just being in the middle of a brotherly rival. Both of them are constantly trying to win your affection. In-Ho isn’t the best at showing emotions so he’s usually the one that buys you things while Jun-Ho is the one that coddles you. He’ll hug you and constantly let you look pretty.

Both of them call you pet names like princess, love, darling things like that.

You will be SPOILED between the two. You’re constantly wearing the finest clothes and eating the best meals.

Whenever In-Ho has to take care of work he always leaves you in jun-ho’s hands (reluctantly)

Besides them being extremely possessive and not letting you do anything on your own life with them is pretty nice. Just behave because you don’t want to feel In-Ho’s wrath.

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x y/n #tw: yandere #yandere squid game #squid game soldiers #squid game #squid game x reader #front man #frontman x reader #jun ho #hwang jun ho #in ho x reader #jun ho x reader

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random118x · 3 years

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Yandere platonic squid game

Will only upload the first chapter here and the rest will be on ao3, link is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34450882/chapters/85737661

Summary: 9 year old Hyun Joo unfortunately found out about the squid game and what’s worse is that everyone loves the little kid, wanting to protect her and make her their daughter.

Maybe she shouldn’t have picked up the phone card from the floor and let her curiosity get the best of her.

What is she supposed to do now?

Chapter one:

You would think a little kid like me wouldn’t be in this situation right now. I was currently in this office staring at the big screen, watching.

One by one, people were dropping down like flies and what I thought was innocent turned out to be deadly. These people were not unconscious but dead, blood oozing out.

I shouldn’t be here, I needed to escape before that man in the black mask would come and get me. I will need to start from the beginning on how I got into this situation.

I was currently at the train station waiting for my train to come. I needed to get home because the others was waiting for me. Let me introduce myself, I’m Hyun Joo and I am 9 years old and I live in a children’s home.

I was in there when I was 4 because both my parents sadly died in a car crash and some miracle I survived it.

Now I’m not complaining that the children’s home is a bad place, I actually get along with everyone. The downside is that no one wants to adopt me because, well I don’t have a reason. I don’t actually know.

I have friends here and this new boy called Kang Cheol is one of them and he’s from North Korea. He’s only been here for a couple of days and I learnt that he has an older sister.

I really didn’t ask for more because when he mentions about her, he gets sad.

I got up from my seat and checked time as I had 20 minutes yet so I decided to get a snack.

When I came back I saw two men playing some sort of game and all of a sudden the guy in the suit slapped the man.

I got scared and hid behind the snack machine watching.

After a few slaps, the man finally won and when the man in the suit opened the briefcase, there was money.

He gave a few notes out and this card to the man and when the man in the suit went, I noticed he dropped some money off the floor.

I could have stole that but I thought not, this could be shady stuff. I may be nearly 10 and still a kid but I wasn’t going to get my butt kicked.

I ran past the other man, picked up the money and rushed towards the man in the suit.

“Excuse me, you dropped this” I shouted.

The man stopped and turned around and gave me a smile.

“Thank you child, if I lost that my boss would have been very angry at me”.

He got his briefcase out and put the money back inside but what the stupid man didn’t realise that a little card went on the floor.

“Until next time” and with that the man in the suit walked away and I didn’t really get why he said that because I don’t think I’ll ever see him again.

I picked the card from the floor and looked at it, it had shape symbols and a number at the back.

What did this mean?

#squid game #cho sang woo #ali abdul #the salesman #the frontman #pink soldiers #yandere squid game #yanderemale #yandere family #seong gi hun #kang sae byeok #squid game guard #hwang joon ho #squid game x reader #platonic yandere #yandere x reader

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peachesandmilktea · 3 years

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I am a sucker for your Squiman au Dabi BUT since im also sa simp for aizawa can i request a frontman squid au Aizawa x participant like she lost in one of the games but aizawa thought she was interesting and decided to keep her. Can it also have some Marking (like hickeys) and praise kink please🥺🥺

LOVE YOUR WRITING TOO💜💜💜😭😭😭

Squid Game AU - FrontMan!Aizawa x Player!Reader

Squid Game AU Masterlist.

TW: Noncon, Mentions of Violence and Murder (in the context of the games), Slight Yandere Tendencies.

You don't really know how it happened.

One second, you had lost all of your marbles in that stupid game, and the barrel of that masked guy's riffle had brushed against the back of your neck while you'd watched your partner leave towards that little door that led to freedom, to life.

Then, a second later, there was a cloth held against your face, fabric coated in a weird-scenting chemical, and you'd fainted.

Now, you were there.

Comfortably seated in the lap of the man who orchestrated it all.

You were supposed to be dead, had forfeited your life when you'd signed that stupid document and then when you'd lost all the marbles, but he'd saved you, which meant that you know belonged to him, sweet little pet that he'd decided to keep in a oh so rare show of mercy.

His long hair tickled your collarbone when he moved to slip gentle fingers under the hem of the frilly dress he'd given you to wear (like a doll, you thought). The gesture tore a yelp from your parted lips, and he scoffed, satisfied by your reaction.

"So, Kitten, tell me. Do you like this one?" he asked, tilting his head towards the tall television screen depicting the current game, one during which the participants fell to their death when walking on too thin glass panels.

You hated it, but you still nodded. Would saying it change anything anyways?

"Good girl," he praised, and his warm breath brushed against the back of your neck, sending shivers running down your spine.

Then, as another of your friends fell and broke their neck in a pool of blood down below, Aizawa's fingers had you come undone around them in yet another filthy, depraved show of his ownership of you. He'd done it all; made you pleasure him while the other players where shot to death, made you thank him for saving you while someone slit the throat of that lady who'd helped you once when everyone had fought in the dormitory, made you call him Daddy when the VIPs had arrived and he'd strapped a collar around your neck, one that was connected to the leash he held firmly in his gloved hand, and shown you off to them like a trophy, like a cute little pet.

It was all so awful, so vile.

And sometimes, you even regretted that he'd saved you.

A single tear ran down your cheek when he leaned in to lick, bite, suck at your throat until it was all covered in red little marks - his marks, littering your skin like stars in the night sky, or stains of blood on a soft fabric.

"You're tamed, now, aren't you? My pretty, perfect little doll."

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 10 months

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Yandere Squid Game AU - Waiter Reader -

Similar to my other series this will feature the reader's experience with various Yanderes as a masked waiter in the VIP room. They'll be talking about the guards, the VIP, the Frontman, the Host, and maybe even the players and about what it's like to serve them. This is open to all the fandoms I've done before and so far I plan for it to always start the same.

#yandere squid game #Yandere Squid Game Waiter Reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere squid game au #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere black butler #yandere bnha #yandere chainsaw man

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Platonic Yandere Squid Game pt2

Part 1 is here. Check out my MASTERLIST for more!

"Welcome home, Y/n."

You woke up with a jolt, breathing heavily as you recalled the words he said to you. Looking around and seeing you were in the same room as before, it only confirmed that you were not having a nightmare.

This was reality.

Pushing the warm covers off you, you ran towards the door but found it locked. You banged on the door for a while, didn't stop until your hands started hurting and your throat hurt from screaming for someone to help.

With tears of frustration that you were sure to wipe off quickly as soon as you saw the camera in the corner, flipping it off in the progress, you decided to look around the room for something to open the door with or at the very least, something you could use as a weapon to defend yourself.

The room was big and had a whole black and gold theme going on with lavish furniture. You went towards the bathroom first, hoping to find a pair of scissors or razor blades. Something sharp. But all you found there was some soap, shampoo bottles, perfumes, basic hygiene stuff.

You went back to the room and looked around the room, searching drawers and corners, but there was nothing you could use.

Irritated, you went back to the bed and sat down, trying to think of a plan.

What the hell was that man even expecting from me? That I was gonna be happy for the family reunion after finding out he kills people because its fun for the rich guys?

You closed your eyes, trying to suppress the tears. Even if what he said was true, that I was his sister, and if I would even ignore all the murderous games, did he really think that I was gonna accept him and like stay here after he killed my parents? Fucking asshole.

You knew your parents were poor and weren't really the best people, but they weren't bad. They always took care of you; your mother, when she was healthy, would cook rice puddings for you, even if she had to borrow the rice from the neighbours because there was nothing to eat at home. Your father, even with his gambling addiction, never failed to let you know that you're loved and save with him, would chase after creeps who tried to take you with them. In a way, you knew that he was only doing this for you and your mother. He only turned to gambling when he was fired from his job because he reported to the higher ups that his boss was stealing from the company. Turns out the guy he reported was the son of the company owner. Not only did they fire him, they made sure that he never worked for another company ever.

Did he really kill them? You wondered. Maybe it was all staged, maybe my parents are still alive, maybe all of this is another game.

But deep down, you knew none of that was true, this was the cold reality. And you're all alone in this world now. Well, maybe you have two brothers but you'd rather have none if they were behind this whole fucked up murderous scheme.

You were still processing the whole situation when the door suddenly opened and in walked a man, dressed in a black suit, but his mask was different- you could see his eyes. He was holding a tray in his hand as walked towards you with long strides. You stood up from the bed and backed away into a corner, watching his every movement like an eagle. The man paused when you backed away, but then continued walking to the bed and set the tray on it, a plate of pasta and a vanilla pudding cup on it.

The man then took off his mask, revealing guy who appeared to be in his late 20s or early 30s. He turned towards you and smiled.

"Hey. I'm Jun Ho. Lunch?"

Jun Ho watched as you ate the pasta with gusto, the sauce smearing around your lips. You initially refused to eat, thinking he'd drugged or poisoned it, but then he reasoned that if he wanted to do that, he would've done that already. Besides, he promised to explain while you ate, so that was a fair deal.

"Should I get another plate for you? I didn't think you'd be very hungry." He said, pulling out his handkerchief and giving it to you. You shook your head and wiped your mouth clean. "No, I'm fine." You weren't really hungry, you just didn't know when you'd be fed again, so might as well stock up on this. You opened the pudding cup and dipped your spoon in. "So let me get this straight. You and the guy from before, In Ho or Frontman, whatever his name is, are my brothers?" Jun Ho nodded. "Right. And you came here 6 months ago, looking for him?" He nodded again. "But then you found out who he really is and you still decided to stay?" He nodded. "Why?"

He sighed. "If I didn't, he would've killed me. I had seen his face, and that would put him in jeopardy."

"Well, you could've planned an escape!"

"There really isn't. If there was even a single window of opportunity, don't you think I or the players would've taken it?"

You looked at him a bit suspiciously. On one hand, you think that he should've risked running than to stay with that psychopath. On the other hand, you don't what's he been through or how many times he'd tried to get out of here.

"So what? You just decided to stay with him and become one of those masked guards that murder people?"

He raised a brow. "What? No! I don't murder anyone. The mask is for protecting your identity from the other guards and the VIPs. If someone sees your face, you're fated to die. The only reason you don't have one is because you're cooped up in here. If you were to go out, you're gonna have to wear a mask too."

"If? What do you mean "if"? You can't keep me locked up in here!"

"You won't be locked up! In fact, your mask should be coming here in a day or two. Then you can tag along with me when I show you around."

"Show me around- do you even want to escape?! Cause if you don't, I don't care! I'm getting the hell out here- with or without you!"

Jun Ho sighed. "Of course I want to get out of here, go back home. But I've been here for the past 6 months and I've tried every possible escape route there is. I just don't want you to get your hopes up only for you to breakdown when you realise there is no way out. Its easier to just... give in and follow the rules." He held up hand when you were about to protest. "However, if you decide to continue on with your plan, I will help you. All the way. Cover your tracks and keep an alibi for you." He smiled.

Weeks had passed and you had gotten closer to Jun Ho. He would often tell you about memories he had of you from his childhood, and you slowly began opening up to him, telling him about your family. He would often look sad when you talked fondly about them, and well, you kinda understood. He was sad, because he was never around to make all those memories with you.

In Ho as he had later told you, would visit you once a day for a couple of minutes, but you would always ignore him when he tried to talk to you. Just because you haven't found a way to escape yet, doesn't mean you're gonna be civilised to your kidnapper.

Today was the when you were going to show Jun Ho the jet skis you had found in one the basements. You had wanted to escape alone when you had first found them, but you stopped when you recalled how helpful Jun Ho had been all these past months, bringing you blue prints of the ship and sneaking in extra food. He even had managed to steal a knife from the kitchen, for safety and all.

"Here it is." You said before opening the door, but your heart dropped when you didn't see any jet skis."Where are they?" He asked, watching your brows furrow in confusion. "Are you sure we're in the right room-" "Yes. I- I don't understand. They were right here yesterday, for months, unused! Where'd they go?" But before Jun Ho could answer, you both heard footsteps and he ushered you to run and hide while he distracts them.

You had been running when you had found the "File Room". You went in there, hoping to find some clues or well, a weapon, but it was all just files on thousands of the players from years of games that had been hosted here.

What surprised you was finding your alleged brothers files in there too. Opening up In Ho's first, you flipped through the pages but there wasn't anything useful besides it checking out the story of how he had a brother called Jun Ho and a sister called Y/n.

You scoffed. Doesn't mean you believe him.

You then opened up Jun Ho's file, which was bigger in comparison. Probably due to him being kidnapped by In Ho and all, you imagined.

It matched In Ho's profile, showing that they were both in fact brothers, who did have a sister called Y/n. Moving on, you were about to close the file when a name caught your eye.

"Hashido & Co."

It was a private company, the same one your father worked in.

You read through the file, eyes widening the more you took the words in.

"Y/n?" You froze hearing his voice. "What are you doing here? I've been looking for you everywhere." Jun Ho said, watching you turn around slowly, worrying when he saw the tears in your eyes.

He rushed over to you, looking you up and down for injuries. "Whats wrong? Why are you crying? Who hurt you-" his words got stuck in his throat when he saw the file in your hands.

"It was you."

Jun Ho looked at you, his heart breaking at the hurt in your eyes.

"It was you." You repeated. "You were the man my dad had reported. You were the son of the owner."

"I-"

"You made sure he didn't get to work another day in his life." "No-" "What do you mean "no"? It says right fucking here!" You cried as you threw the file at him. "It also says how you got him into gambling, how you were one of the fucking loan sharks! You're the fucking reason why our lives got destroyed!"

Jun Ho shook his head, desperate to get you to calm down, to get you to believe that he didn't do the horrendous things you had read about in the file. "Y/n- I didn't-" You shook your head, nostrils flared as you backed away from him. "Dont lie! Don't fucking lie to me anymore! I've had enough of it with the two of yous bullshit!" Your tears were shattering his heart, but perhaps it was the few words you uttered next that broke him.

"I wish I was dead."

Jun Ho's breath hitched. "W-what?"

"I wish I was dead." You looked him dead in the eyes. "I wish I had died in the games you and your brother had fucking manipulated me to play. I wish I had died when my father couldn't afford to bring food to the table anymore. I wish I had died when I had to work shady jobs because my mother couldn't afford her medicine anymore. I wish I had burned myself to death as a baby. I-" you walked up to him, jabbed a finger to his chest as you spat out venom. "-I wish I had never been born. At least that way I wouldn't have to be responsible for my parent's death."

Jun Ho's mouth was agape, eyes wide as your words rung in his ears. "Don't say that- Its not, its not your fault-"

"Is it yours then? Your fault my family's dead-" "THEY'RE NOT YOUR FUCKING FAMILY! I AM!" Jun Ho cut you off by slamming you against the wall, his hands on either side of you, trapping you effectively as he pinned you down with his glare.

"I did it all to make those selfish bastards pay for taking you away from us!"

"You had no right-"

"They had no fucking right! I had set that man up so that he'd get fired! You think I'm selfish? I told him he can have his job back if he'd just admit to you that he fucking kidnapped you. But he decided not to! You think I'm such a horrible person? When he got into gambling, I told him that he can have all the money if he just told you what he fucking did and give you back to me! But that gambling asshole would rather have you starve than give you up! After that, I had decided that I was just gonna come and take you away myself, and I would've had you not decided to join the stupid game!" He punched the wall beside your head, making you jump and cower a bit. "You're lucky that it In Ho who was in charge here, or you would've been hurt in ways you cant even possibly imagine. You think I'm this monster but you don't even know how much of an egoistical bastard your so called father was. Right before I shot him and his wife, I gave them the option to admit that they had taken you away, sign the papers that would transfer your guardianship to me and In Ho, but they chose to rather die! So-" his eyes scanned your scared face, watching tears run down freely much like his own. "-who do you think is the selfish monster here?"

You both stared at each other for a few minutes, before you smiled. It confused him, but perhaps it was when you began laughing humourlessly, pain still evident behind your eyes that worried him.

Had he broken you?

"You- you idiot-" you chuckled. "-I already fucking knew. I already knew I was adopted! I knew I wasn't theirs and I still never asked them about my real family because I was happy with them. They did their best to provide for me, did what they could to keep a roof over my head and they never so much as raised their voice at me. They loved me! And you-" you shoved him away from you, making him stumble and fall on his back. "-you fucking took them away from me! You're the monster! You're the murderer, you're the one who took away everything from me! You're the one who has fucked up everything, destroyed me! You're the one who should be dead, you asshole!" You screamed before lunging at him. Jun Ho was too frozen to stop you from pulling out the knife from his coat pocket.

He just watched in horror as you raised the knife at him, but it wasn't death that scared him in that moment, it was the fact that he was going to see your face full of hatred and disdain.

"I hate you." The words were more painful than the knife will ever be.

Jun Ho closed his eyes, trying to imagine his last memory of you and his brother laughing together, when you were kids- when everything was okay. But his eyes snapped open when he heard a loud shot.

You were gasping for air as the blood trickled out of you, eyes focused on the man standing at the door with the gun.

In Ho walked towards you two, watching as you fell back, your other brother being quick to grab you so that you don't crack your skull open.

"In Ho! W-what did you do?!" He cried as he held you, your eyes shifting from one brother to another as you tried to process what just happened.

In Ho bent down as he moved your head to the side to examine your wound. "Hush now. The bullet hit her shoulder. Bring her to the infirmary, she's going to be alright."

When you woke up, you were lying in the same room you had initially woken up in. An IV was attached to you, probably pumping morphine to numb the pain in your shoulder while the monitor beeped beside you. Jun Ho was holding your hand while his head rested on your bed, tear stains still visible on his cheeks.

Wolf in sheep's clothing.

"How are you feeling?" Your eyes flicked to the other side, where In Ho sat in a chair comfortably.

You remained silent, your eyes conveying enough hostility to give him the hint.

"Ah. Sorry about that." He nodded towards your injured shoulder. "I had to do that. Can't have you killing my brother, now can I?"

"Should've shot me in the head."

In Ho tutted. "Stop with the "dying wishes". Its not funny anymore, and you're starting to worry Jun Ho. Had a hard time already convincing him that you don't hate us."

"I do-"

"Well, then you'll simply learn to love us. Accept us just like you had accepted your kidnappers. You know, now that I think about it-" In Ho stood up and brushed the hair out of your face. "-we aren't so different from them. They kidnapped you, so did we. They lied to you, so we also hid some truth here and there- honestly, feel like we're much better than them. So... if you could learn to love them, then you'll love us too. After all, we're blood."

You would've answered, but the meds were kicking in and lulling you back to sleep,

You felt a pair of lips on your forehead before you dozed off.

"Sleep well, baby sis."

Its 4am.

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fr-ogii · 2 years

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jealous!yandere!frontman + jealous!yandere!square guard (poly)

x gn!reader; poc friendly

masterlist

a continuation of :: this post

⚠️ :: like two swears

⇢ it’s absolutely hilarious to your yanderes that someone would dare look at you like that

⇢ you obviously weren’t single. i mean, in what world would someone as beautiful (inside and out) as yourself be single ever? it was preposterous.

⇢ and yet, people were still flirting with and eye-fucking you left and right. your yanderes had begun to regret bringing you here. they had figured bringing you to this party would be another chance to show you off but they were quickly proven wrong.

⇢ the vips may have a lot of money but the same certainly couldn’t be said about their brains. they were dumber than one could ever imagine. messing with a yandere’s darling was bad enough, but messing with the darling of two yanderes was downright deadly.

⇢ among the almost thirty vips (vips were only allowed to watch one of the squid games a year) were the higher ups that worked to make the games run smoothly. the vips provided the money but not much else.

⇢ the front man you would call your lover was with them as the organizer of the game and monitor of the contestants and guards.

⇢ the square guards, among which was your lovely boyfriend, were also there as the highest up of the guards.

⇢ and neither of them had yet to leave your side tonight. they were glued to you, terrified one of the idiot vips would try something with you.

⇢ the frontman and square guard were no longer competing with each other for your affection, they were now competing with at least a hundred other people in the room. it doesn’t matter how many times you say that they are the only ones you want, they’ll still be wary and pull you close to their side.

⇢ they may not notice it, but they’ve attracted even more attention to you; acting as odd as they are now. yanderes are so ridiculous sometimes all the time.

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Imagine when yan guard harem and yan frontman accidentally see reader change....

Yan!guard harem would get hot and bothered then either try record it or leave quietly with the image of you changing burned into their skull.

Yan!frontman would make it known that he’s there wouldn’t even make a move then he’d leave.

#anon #squidgameheadcanons #t talks #squid game #guard harem #guard x reader #yandere!frontman #yandere!guard #yandere!guard harem

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euphoniumpets · 2 years

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I'll do anything for 𝙮𝙤𝙪 (finale)

Prompt: After the events of finding out the truth, the two of you decided to move out of the town you lived in to move on from your past.

Warnings: yandere themes, dark themes, manipulation, blood & gore, violence, 18+!! no minors.

A/n: OKAY, I KNOW I said that I was going to publish after I had written chapter eight but i had no inspiration sooo...let's ignore that and here's the finish produkt!! I'm so glad that many of you ppl liked this series and I hope that we will see this crazy, messed up family more in the future lmao.

THIS IS A SERIES: prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - finale

Tag’s List: @wint3r-h3art @yoovillrge @arachel10 @mooshi21 @momono-ha

You stared at the room as you could see the red guards walking inside as they helped you carry the boxes. Not long after deciding that it was for the best but leave everything behind, Gong Yoo had called his boss for help.

The frontman was kind enough to help one of his loyal workers to move everything out and help you covering everything. You honestly couldn't believe when you heard him say since all you knew about him was that he was cold hearted.

You also promised each other to not tell of what had happened about Seo-Jun to your son. You knew that he favored her and always looked up to her.

Your heart broke when you saw the face of your son broke and when you told him about the news that you will be moving away.

Staring at the empty room in front of you, you felt someone grab your hand. Turning around your glance, you were met with your husband.

''Everything will be fine for now,'' He assured you and kissed you on the forehead.

three years later

''Alright, I'm heading over to my friend's place, now, mom,'' You heard your son calling across from the hallway. Gong Yoo was away at work and it has been three years later since the dark past of both of you had been buried away.

Sung-Hoo had grown and he almost looked like your husband but had with your eyes. He was the smartest kid in the class and you couldn't be more prouder.

You approached the hallway as you saw your Sung-Hoo was grabbing his shoes. ''Be safe, okay?'' You replied with a concern expression as he rolled his eyes. ''Mom, I will be at my friend's place, don't worry,'' He assured you as you shook your head towards his expression.

''Alright, alright,'' You responded and kissed him on the cheek. ''Bye, mom,'' He responded as you said goodbye and watched him walk away.

Sung-Hoo walked away from your house and watched carefully that he wasn't followed. The evening neared as he approached to a warehouse garage place.

He opened the door into the room before his eyes fell into the almost same glass cage in front of him.

#the salesman x you #the salesman imagine #the salesman x reader #the salesman #gong yoo x you #gong yoo x reader

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guard139 · 2 years

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❦ 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮? ❦

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: sangwoo, junho, the salesman & the frontman

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: based on this post, basically the characters being dead worried and their reactions when reader is hurt -- physically, emotionally or mentally.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: angst, mentions of anxiety and trauma, yandere-ish themes, frontman always carries a gun for things like this <3

𝐀/𝐍: approach this work carefully. read the tags & enjoy. empty blogs and minors dni.

SANGWOO

When he got home to see your small figure laying on the floor, close to the corners of the room and shaking your way through an episode of anxiety, he felt his blood boil despite the apparent cold exterior. Seeing you clutching to yourself as your life depended on it, desperate to relieve the emotional suffering, he couldn't do anything else but clench his jaw, body stiffening due to the urge to protect you from any harm.

"What happened? Who did this to you?" It was a shot, knowing you well enough to bet that your state was caused by someone else.

Despite showing worriness, his voice also carried danger. And you, poor thing, you were being washed away by peaks of anxiety. You couldn't bring yourself to speak up, the only sounds leaving your mouth being sobs. You wanted to crawl towards Sangwoo but wouldn't he think you were pathetic? In any case, you didn't move.

"Tell me who did this to you," he tried once again, firmly this time.

Upon receiving no answer, his fists clenched and his blood boiled. It became impossible to keep his cool when you were hurt like that. Fuck, he would even kill the person that did this to you.

"Who are you protecting? Why?" he spat, voice rising as his emotions took control, but he didn't dare yell at you. "Hm?"

You barely managed to say his name before he kneeled down and continued to demand to know. Sangwoo was persistent, he would not give up until he had what he wanted. So you did manage, between sobs, to whisper the name he was looking for.

He gave you a light pat on your shoulder, content with you obliging but with fury running through his veins. In the blink of an eye, Sangwoo disappeared from the room. Next thing you heard was the sounds of the key rattling just before there was a loud bam of the door shutting close.

His temper didn't show until months after your first date and you soon knew that Sangwoo was capable of anything. You only hoped your boyfriend could be protected from harm, not worrying too much about the person that put you in this situation.

JUNHO

When he got home straight from work and saw your condition, Junho rushed to your side. He didn't even mind putting his keys and backpack in their usual places, his attention solely focused on tending to you. The trails of tears were visible on your face, you were sobbing uncontrollably for God knows how long. It could've been minutes, hours — Junho didn't know. If only he hadn't worked so much that day, he could've reached you sooner.

Your name fell from his lips repeatedly and with urgency, a feeling of worry taking over him. No matter how many times he called you or tried to get your attention, you were too numb to react. From your position on the floor, Junho could only assume that you had leaned against the wall at some point and let your weight fall. In this case, his first instincts were to check if you were hurt.

"My love, what happened? Who… Who did this to you?" His voice came out like rushed but soft whispers.

You glanced back at him, feeling his fingertips hold your face towards his direction — he was looking at you, waiting for your response. You noticed that there were tears in his eyes, as if Junho and you were in synchrony with your feelings, feeling the same thing as the other. It was Junho's most noble quality, the one of empathy. But he also blamed himself, thinking he could save you and everyone else.

The silence continued and so did the sadness that fell upon his heart. Junho couldn't look at you any longer — he started crying with you, holding you closer to compensate for the time he couldn't be there to protect you and feeling like he failed you.

THE SALESMAN

You were lying if you said there weren't times your husband frightened you. One of these times just happened to be the day your past traumas ended up knocking on your door once again. It felt like the air was being dragged out of your lungs with punches to your stomach. Your thoughts were spiraling out of control and there was nothing you could do.

The man arrived home with his usual attire and suitcase. Upon seeing you having trouble breathing, a million things crossed his mind and yet he didn't rush to your side. He went through his usual routine of undoing his tie and taking off his jacket and this time, however, his movements seemed slightly stiffer and more aggressive than usual.

Despite not knowing what he was thinking, it was the silence that was killing you. He was a dangerous man beneath that charismatic facade and you knew that. But you also knew that he promised that no harm would come to you and you believed his words faithfully. How much of his words were true at that point?

The uncertainty caused you to sob as uncontrollable tears escaped your eyes. You were completely shaking under the stressful emotions that took over your body. Your husband, on the other hand, knowing you wouldn't respond well to softness in fear that he might spoil you, picked you up from the floor and placed you on the couch, ignoring your tense fingers grasping and wrinkling his perfectly ironed shirt.

A hand landed on your trembling shoulder before his expression softened. He waited until you had your attention fully on him before he decided to speak up in a stern voice.

"We have two options," he raised two fingers in front of your eyes, giving you the false sensation of choice and comfort, "one: I'll take care of you at this instant and everything will go back to normal, or two: you tell me who did this to you and we'll find a way to make them pay. What do you say? Which one is it?"

Surprisingly, his voice soothed your nerves and you stopped crying. You ended up picking option one, too tired to take care of yourself that you let your husband do it for you. Also, you despised violence and decided to let things go as if nothing ever happened.

Later that night, he ended up helping you shower and dressing you to more comfortable clothes before placing you in bed and cooking you dinner. What you didn't know, however, was that he was going to find out what happened anyway, despite your obvious concerns. He had the means to do it and believe it or not, he will find out.

THE FRONTMAN

You really tried to pretend like nothing happened, you really did, but nothing ever escaped your lover's eyes. When the sound of the door opening brought you back to your senses, you dried up your tears and put on a happy face to greet Inho, except that when his eyes met yours, he could sense something was wrong.

Underneath the mask, his eyes were taking in account every detail, from your body posture to the wet eyelashes. He was a very attentive man after all, he didn't get the job for nothing. It was about time that he figured out what you were hiding. His fingers, despite careful, still forced you to face him, only to allow a bad bruise on your cheekbone to come to light.

His breathing became shallow, fast, and he was rabid. Something inside him made him believe the V.I.Ps were to blame but, unfortunately, there was nothing he could do except become extra cautious with you in this environment. It didn't, however, dissipate his fury of someone daring to touch you.

"Which one of them did this to you?" Both of you knew who Inho was talking about and he made it clear that it was pointless to hide anything from him.

So you gave him what he wanted — a number.

Suddenly, his hand was itching and the pistol inside his cloak felt heavier than before. He quickly left you alone and made his way out of the room, determined to solve the situation whether his superiors approved of his methods or not.

You could only stand there, apprehensive for the outcome and having these faltering feelings for this recently discovered side of your lover.

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