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MASTER-LIST +18
this blog is 18+, no minors. all individual posts contain warnings. includes dark themes & nsfw.
squid game
namgyu x f!reader
cat & mouse
cat & mouse p.2
guilty conscience
twice the fall
maybe this time
requests are open.
MAYBE THIS TIME
namgyu x f!reader
Synopsis: one night you snap. exhausted after years of compressing your true feelings â angst and all the sinful things you feel within yourself. you wanted to be a good, polite girl. but after one night at work â a physical fight between you and a coworker unravels all your hard work. it all comes tumbling out and with it comes a sense of freedom. a recklessness. you take it to your advantage really, especially when it comes to confessing your feelings toward your roommate, namgyu.
Warnings: drug usage, reader takes drugs, swearing, violence, mentions of bl00d. no smut but future chapter will contain. +18
Youâre unravelling. Itâs blatantly clear to you now. Youâd built up walls over your years â compressing the inner turmoil deep within your skin, all that hot anger and temperament hidden under the facade of a polite girl. A girl who doesnât take â doesnât crave, doesnât fight. Just keels over and gets to work.
Your jobs always been a nightmare. A shitty club which is surprisingly always populated considering itâs hidden down one of the dodgy backstreets of Seoul. The consumers are gross. Toxic. Most work nights consisted of you being sleep deprived â overworked, people barking their drink orders at you over the loud thrum of the clubs beat. If not that then on multiple occasions would they try and get physical with you, inappropriately. Youâd told your boss, obviously. But heâs the type to keep those things quiet.
To keep the customers happy.
He didnât care for the staff. And speaking of staff â theyâre just as terrible. They still see you as the newbie even though youâve been there for over a year. Teasing you, degrading you. Muttering amongst themselves when you pass by. At first, you simple saw it as banter. Youâd smile â laugh, shrug it off but when it became consistent? It became clear that this was a one sided joke.
You were always the punchline.
And tonight. Youâre especially tired. The endless work hours made the concept of a sleep routine impossible. Youâd work â go home early hours, prep for the next shift, sleep for two hours and then youâre straight back behind the bar. Itâs caught up to you tonight, however. Thatâs apparent by your tired eyes, the way your under eyes hang lower than usual â your hair fairly unmeshed yet untamed all the more. You donât feel present â like youâd left your soul at home and only a shell of yourself is working.
Your customer service is usually spot on, but you canât help the flatness in your tone as you engage with customers â the lack of presence, or even a smile.
âSeven fifty.â You say blankly, holding out the card to reader to one of the regular customers. A greasy old fuck whoâs especially disgusting towards you. He pays â tapping his card. You never had trouble with that, more so the way he looks and sneers â his eyes invading your body with a sleazy roll.
âYou look tired.â He shouts, raising his voice over the music so that his shitty comment can be heard clearly. You hear it, you always do and usually youâd flash a fake smile, or laugh â just to keep him happy. But tonight, you donât even bother to look at him or reply - simply placing the card reader down and moving to your next customer.
He doesnât like that.
âHey! Iâm talking to you.â He says.
Youâre already preparing the next customers drink, shaking up a cocktail between two silver cups when you land your vacant eyes on him.
âI heard.â You say, tone low â so low that he leans over the counter, a hand behind his ear. You stare at him, jaw clenching â the club lights illuminating your skin. You hadnât the energy â youi flicker your eyes to the clock. You still had 6 hours to go.
âWhat?â He shouts again.
âI said I fucking heard!â You snap, tone higher this time when you emphasise your cussing. Not only did he hear it, evident by the dropping of his face - but so did your co workers, the shitty ones especially.
âYou fucking cunt, who do you think youâre talking to?â He replies, tone loud â all the while the other customer youâre serving is already asking you how much he owes while youâre still in the middle of making his drinks. Your eyes dart between the two â the club music bellowing louder into your ears as a heat parades your skin. The overstimulation slowly creeping in.
That on top of the fact heâd just called you a cunt.
You slam the shakers youâre holding down, so violently that the contents splatter out. âWhat did you call me?â
âOh so you heard that, huh? Cunt.â He replies, sleazily and degradingly â a smile working its way on to his face, satisfied that heâd got a rise out of you. You fix your jaw to the side, eyes wide in feverish shock â disgust, like all the months frustrations of working here were finally about to tipple out and unload on this guy.
You brace one hand on the bar and curl your hand around one of the cocktails shakers and no prior thought or contemplation enters your mind before your chucking the contents of it into his face. It drenches him â a mix of booze and some other stuff, as he shoots up â recoiling in shock and disgust.
And worst of all, you smile.
No false shit that they trained you to do â a real smile. But you donât get far when one of your co workers grabs your shoulder and pulls you back and toward them.
âWhat the fuck?â She shouts, a mean expression on her face like youâd just assaulted someone of high importance. Your coworkers are blissfully ignorant â following the bosses rules just to stay on his good side. Theyâll take the hits, the flirting â the extra tips. In fact they love it â the attention, even if itâs off all the wrong people.
You glare at her. Sheâs one of the worst. Especially when it comes to mocking you. She made the wrong choice putting herself in your line of fire tonight.
âAre you fucking stupid, huh?â She shouts, right into your face that you can feel little darts of spit hit your cheek from how strongly she barks at you. You merely flinch though, your exhaustion like a shield â completely numb to her verbal assaults after months of taking it. You can hear the guy cussing you out and demanding for a free drink behind you â but it falls onto your deaf ears.
All you do is glare at your coworker, almost eager for her to give you a reason to slap her right across her smug face.
âYouâve done it now, the boss will be hearing about this.â
You smile at that, widespread and ignorant as a little laugh leaves your nose. She acts all team player, like the best of the best. But sheâs held at such high standards for one reason alone, she fucks the boss. Youâre quiet â but not stupid.
âRight after you suck him off?â You say slowly, dragging out the last word with intent to scold her. Whatever care you had now flew out the window. No worry of consequence â merely tired of being here anymore, of being overworked and still getting shit pay. Everyone looked down on you, but not tonight.
Her expression drops at that. Your words setting a pinkish embarrassment on her face â that only grows your smile, even so when another coworker snickers. But you didnât anticipate how she draws her hand back and slaps you right across your face however.
Itâs a hard blow â an instant hot sting as your head whips to the side. Youâre instantly touching the side of your face where itâs especially sore, pulling back your fingers to see a little blood. You glare, then look to her hand and notice how sheâd rotated her ring inwards â so that when she slapped you, the gem on it would cut you.
You scoff and set your sights back at her. Everything ounce of willpower leaves you then â you feel it. The weightlessness in your shoulders like nothing could hold you back now. Like a strange sense of freedom â oddly euphoric really.
âFucking bitch.â You mutter and just as youâre pulling your hand back to return it, another coworker seizes your wrist â then your shoulder, pulling you away. You put up a little struggle obviously â but that was it.
You didnât get fired, but you sure as shit wouldnât be coming back.
It was strange. Through your exhaustion, youâd found a sense of freedom. A taste for speaking your mind â an ounce of self respect that comes with it. It felt good. They sent you home early after the heat settled. Told you to go and take care of the slice on your upper cheek â it wasnât deep, but it bled. Not that you cared, the little sting hovered as a reminder of your defiance. A new found confidence.
Youâre storming out the front door upon your leave and into the street. Itâs quiet. Somewhere around 2am probably. Thereâs a gentle buzz of the streetlights overhead â distant traffic, the smell in the air of a lingering threat to rain. And even after that horror show â you smile to yourself. You donât feel tired anymore, more alert, not just of your surroundings but your own mind.
It felt good to speak back.
You decided to walk home. Smiling all the way. No care in the world.
Youâre approaching your apartment complex after a 15 minutes walk when you spot them.
Youâre roommate Nam-Gyu and his best friend, Thanos. Outside the complex and leaned up against the wall â smoking, talking expressively with their hands. You get on great with Namgyu. Thanos didnât give you much choice but to get on with him too â heâs the impossible type, able to befriend pretty much anyone. But you always kept to yourself despite it.
Itâs just a lingering respect between you all.
Sometimes theyâd invited you to smoke up with them. But youâd either been too shy or too reluctant. So it really was just a mutual understanding that youâre all fiendly enough but not enough to push it.
Evidently so when you grow closer to the door, where they are â their eyes catch you and you simply spare them a smile but you donât stop to talk. But Namgyu doesnât give you much choice as he pushes himself off the wall, a cigarette pinched between finger a thumb.
âHey.â He says, tone not exactly casual â more like heâs intent on grabbing your attention. You stop mid way up the small steps and turn to them. They look a little concerned â you didnât understand why, having completely forgotten about the gash on your cheek.
Youâre looking at them with expect â brows raised a little. Thanos perks up, âYou have a fall, señorita?â
You furrow your brow a little at him, an unsure smile on your lips. âWhat?â
Thanos moves his fingers, poking his own cheek to mirror where your gash is. Thatâs when you remember it â having grown too numb to it on the duration home. Your mouth forms a o shape, followed by a ohhhh noise.
âItâs nothing, really.â You say, not wanting to go into detail. To not have to confess about how youâd lost your shit at work. That youâre exhausted. That youâre completely and utterly crushed inside. Thanosâ lips form a weird shape, like heâs settling on your words â but still concerned. But not overly, not like Namgyu, since he was more accustomed to you.
Namgyuâs the quiet type â the type that goes through all possibilities in his own mind before barfing out a ton of questions. He sees it â in your eyes. The tiredness. But also a spark of something else, the way you hold yourself like youâd had a ton of weight lifted off your shoulders. Heâs an over thinker, really, obvious by the way his expression is stuck on a soft frown. A lingering concern.
But neither of them push it further. You smile small again and brief, âOkay, well cya.â you say, before continuing your the stairs to your apartment. Youâd probably see Namgyu later on.
Itâs only when youâre out of sight that the two look to each other. Thanos was leaving anyway â so they say their farewells. Namgyu rather quickly ushering him off because his curiosity is practically eating him alive at this point â eager to grill you, eager to know. He is in the club scene after all, you wonder thatâs where he gets his gossiping tendencies from.
Youâd been in your apartment for about 10 minutes before Nam-Gyu follows suit. Youâre on the sofa, head in your phone when youâre reading the incoming texts off your boss. Reading: Your behaviour is unacceptable or weâll be talking about this tomorrow. You clench your jaw, your prior adrenaline already fading off as you get hit with reality. How did you let yourself loose your cool? Now you had to deal with the boss.
You huff, dramatically so as you rest your head back on the sofa and turn it limply toward the door as you hear it click open. Namgyu standing in the hallway, hands in his pockets as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. You smile small at him in place of a quiet hello but his flat face unmoved as he walks right up to where youâre sat, standing over you so boldly that he casts a shadow.
âWhat happened?â Is all he mutters, pointing his chin at your cut. Your smile softens, almost disarmed by the fact he hadnât dropped it yet.
The two of you are friendly, close enough to chat shit â briefly talk about one anotherâs day. Have a laugh, sure. Youâd shared a cigarette once too. But other than that, the concept of sharing troubles was foreign between you. You suppose when you share an apartment with someone â those things eventually become unavoidable to talk about. You just didnât think he cared that much to want to know.
You stare up at him and you can tell by the look in his face thatâs he too keen - too curious. Enough to not drop it until he gets every bit of information off you. You are injured after all.
âGirl at work.â You mutter, still looking up at him as your expression melts into something like shame, defeat. He doesnât reply though, stays staring â feeling the pressure of his gaze as you point your eyes down to the floor. He wanted more.
âI lost my shit tonight. Customer called me a cunt so I threw a drink on him.â You continue, eyes pinned downward until you hear an amused scoff come from his nose. You tense your jaw, as though recapping it out loud was just as embarrassing as it was in person.
âThis girl I work with threatened me, so I called her out on being a whore.â You finish, more bold now as you hear how justified you think you are, shrugging one shoulder as you force yourself to look up at him.
âShe fucking the boss?â
You hum in response.
Heâs still the same â face stern, body unmoved â till he pulls a hand out his pocket and gestures toward the cut.
âAnd she did that?â
You hum, confirming his question so casually that you tried to play it off like it wasnât a big deal. But in reality, now that your adrenaline has wore off - you realise how badly it stings. You donât dare move however when he extends his hand down to your face, one of his fingers which poked out the hem of his sleeve coming to ever so slightly brush a piece of hair out the way of your cut â just so he could get a better look at it.
âThat bitch got you good, still bleedinâ.â He mutters, bending to your height ever so slightly as he narrows his eyes at the injury. Still, you donât move â your eyes trained on him. You donât even think youâd ever been this close to him before â even the fact of how he moved your hair so gently that it feels like the ghost of a touch.
He didnât seem like the gentle type. Heâd come home sometimes with a cut or two â or most popularly, bruised knuckles.
His eyes flicker to yours and second or two goes by in silence before heâs pulling back and upward to his normal stance.
âTwo seconds.â He mutters before disappearing into the kitchen and you take that time to catch your breath â not realising how youâd been holding it from when he was an inch or two from you. You couldnât deny your attraction to him â but it wasnât something that ruled you, possessed you, youâre not that type of person to just settle in what you want and pursue the fuck out of it.
Your phone buzzes again but youâre ignoring it as Namgyu comes back over, a damp cloth in hand. Now you were especially surprised by him.
He stood in front of you again, you smile small and go to take the rag with a, âThank you.â but heâs seizing his hand back a little before you can grab it.
âLet me.â He says and before you can even debate, heâs kneeling down to your height and moving your hair behind your ear. You can only stare â closely examining him. His chiselled jaw â the way it softly clenches, the way his hair neatly tucks behind his ears. For someone who seems so rough around the edges, heâs very well kept.
âGonna sting.â He mutters ever so quietly, not bothering to even look at you â too closely trained on inspecting the gash as he presses the cloth against it. It draws a tiny hiss from you, but itâs nothing severe, equivalent to a paper cut at least â but enough to water your eyes a little. He doesnât let up though â keeping the cloth pressed despite your obvious discomfort.
You assume heâs done this before. Caring for wounds â his own, probably. He doesnât seem the type to let anyone else look after him. You gaze at him upon the thought, wondering about his past, his life â what lays beneath his hard shell. But youâre nowhere close to start asking, especially not in this moment, so instead you settle on a,
âThank you.â You say, voice hushed and sincere. His eyes flicker to yours and then straight back to the cut. He doesnât speak that much â the most you ever heard from him is when heâs high. But itâs all in the eyes â that dark gaze of his. Almost as though he doesnât admit he has a soft spot for you â would never admit to it, yet his actions speak louder than words.
Your phone buzzes once. Then a second, then a third.
Following the last one rapidly enough that it catches both your attentions. You snap your eyes down â only to see more messages off your boss. Nothing important â just demeaning messages, scolding you, demanding you work overtime to make it up to him. You huff softly through your nose but of course, Namgyu notices. He notices everything.
âSomething important?â He asks.
âMy boss giving me shit.â
His eyes snap to yours, then down to your phone and then back to you. He leans back a little.
âHold this.â He says, pointing his chin at the cloth so you do â replacing your hand with his as he picks up your phone to read the messages. You watch him as he does, noticing the little amused twitch on his mouth â the flex of his under eye, an expression of disbelief as if to say, get a load of this guy.
He brings his free hand up to chew on his thumb as he scrolls through the texts and he doesnât bother asking for permission as he types a reply. You go to debate â but heâs too quick, his thumb hitting send the moment you reach out to seize your phone back.
âHeyââ You say, urgent enough that you drop the cloth which lands in your lap as you snatch your phone â looking down to see he replied with a:
âFuck yourself prickâ
Your mouth falls open, but no noise comes out â a dread swirling in your stomach as your eyes dart back up to Namgyu. Heâs chewing on his thumb again, blocking the wide grin which lingers behind his hand â a mischievous glint in his eye as he beams at you.
You glare at him for a hot minute â but you donât feel angry. You donât feel anxious. In fact, you canât help the little grin that slips onto your face. Itâs then followed by a breathy laugh, a short lived one as you cut yourself off and look back down to the phone. You hover your thumbs over the keypad â darting your eyes back up to him as he nods at you to go ahead.
You smile, sly before breaking into a type. Heâs getting up and sitting next to you the very second you do â an eagerness and boyish excitement overcoming him, wanting to see what you add. He pokes his head right next to yours â chin settling on your shoulder as he stifles an excited noise.
Your chewing on your lip as you type:
âeat shit motherfucker, your club is assâ and before you can send it, Namgyu points at the screen, mumbling for you to add something on the end. You add it on as you both share a laugh. The final result being:
âeat shit motherfucker, your club is ass. club pentagon 4evaâ
Youâre both snickering like school kids when you press send and the moment you do your launching your phone to the other end of the couch â a riveting excitement overcoming you which mirrored anxiety â like sending a risky text and being too afraid to hear the buzz of a reply. Youâre both snickering â the feeling equivalent to playing a prank when youâre younger â that mischief unmatched, an overwhelming feeling really.
You fall into the couch, your bank sinking into the cushions as you cover your face, hiding your grin â a low noise coming out of you.
âOhhhh, youâre a bad influence.â You groan between a laugh. Namgyu follows suit, also leaning back into the sofa and shoving his hands into his pockets as his grin settles a little.
âYou kiddinâ? I just saved you from a life of misery.â
You hum in response, dragging your hands down your face before dropping them into your lap. You think this is the most youâve felt in awhile â like actually felt. Youâd spent so much time being a zombie, slaving away, following a strict routine that you hadnât given yourself a chance to actually loosen up. To actually laugh. It feels like a breath of fresh air.
You sigh softly before turning your head to him, but heâs already looking at you â face settled now, but something lingering and twitching beneath it. Like heâs on the edge of a smile. You hold up the cloth briefly.
âThank you â again, and for the laugh.â You say. He simply gives you a brief smile as his eyes flicker to the cut.
âLooks better â any deeper and youâd have had a badass scar.â He says, shifting into a small grin. You make an amused hum trapped behind your tight lipped smile as you look away again, eyes settling on the ceiling as you tip your head back into the couch.
He copies you â a silence settling between you both. But itâs not an uncomfortable one. In fact itâs probably the first time youâve properly settled around him, finally feeling a little more at home here. Youâd find another job â you always do. Your track record of jobs would suffice. Maybe just not include your now old job as a reference, just to be safe. Tonight will stay between you, your old colleagues and Namgyu.
âWanna get fucked up?â
You tilt your head toward him, rolling your neck against the couch. âWhat?â
âWanna get high?â He rephrases, the glint in his eye obvious in the hope that youâd agree. You curl your lips downward and think, fuck it. Itâs not like you had anywhere to be tomorrow now. Besides, despite it being early hours of the morning â youâre having too much fun. Why cut it short?
You simply nod and that sends his lips into a wide grin as he lifts his hips off the sofa to dig a hand into his back pocket â fishing out a tiny bag of pills. Your brows simply furrow a little in curiosity as you sit up slightly, leaning a little closer to get a better look â planting your elbow on his knee as you settle your chin on your palm.
âWhat is it?â You mumble, your head bouncing with each word from the way your chin rests sternly onto your hand.
âNothing crazy, something zen, yâknow?â He replies, focused as he drips his fingers in to take one out for you. He hands one to you first then takes one for himself â wasting no time in popping it into his mouth. You watch him do it and he catches onto the fact that youâre unsure on how to take it. Heâs mid crunch when he looks at you â a teasing expression on his face, amused by your interest.
âYou just crunch it.â He says slowly, holding back a smirk. Your mouth forms an o shape in realisation before your popping it in too â the crunch loud enough that he hears it, his smirk widening.
âThere you go.â He says between a chew and a grin.
Itâs bitter and unpleasant, especially with how it fizzes onto your tongue. Apparent by how you lean back as your face contours â disgusted. He lets out a wicked laugh â unable to hold back upon seeing your expression. You simply swat his chest.
âYou couldâve forewarned me ââ You manage to say, words slurred from how youâre still trying to swallow it down. He pouts, leaning in slightly to pinch your cheek. âOh, câmon, youâre in the big leagues now. You can take it.â
You yank your face out of his pinch and scrunch your eyes tightly shut, trying to stabilise yourself and let your mouth accustom to the taste â but itâs genuinely vile. You just let it sit there, slowly dissolving. You open your eyes at him, pleading â heâs still leaned over, a small grin on his face, just eager anticipation. He raises his brows once, eyes half lidded.
âGo on, swallow it.â He encourages lowly, running the pads of his fingers across his jaw sheepishly. You try â you really do, but youâre suddenly holding back the intrusive idea of spitting it right back out and he can tell. So he huffs â leans closer and pinches your nose closed tightly, giving you no other option.
You widen your eyes and make quick time in swallowing it back before pushing his hand away.
âYou fuckââ You manage to get out, throat strained from the vile taste running down thickly. He folds his lips inward, trying to hide his teasing smile as you struggle, shrugging a shoulder as if to act all innocent. Youâre quick to recover as you smack your lips, your tongue darting out to wet them before youâre shooting him a glare â but your mouth twitches into a small smile, clearly amused in the end. Itâs that stupid fucking look on his face â boyish, amused, proud.
You canât not smile.
âKnew you could take it.â He mutters, his voice even lower now as he eyes you â and youâre watching him so intently that you note how his eyes ever so discreetly trail down to your lips, before looking up to ceiling before settling back on you.
âShut up.â You threaten, despite your amused tone.
âYouâll be thanking me in 5 minutes.â He continues and you simply scoff and resume to falling back into the sofa.
It was less than 5 minutes.
Maybe 3 at a push.
The sensation started feather light, across your skin â gentle goosebumps prickling the back of your neck. Then the limpness in your joints. A nice kind. Not realising how further youâd sunken into the sofa â a soft hum coming from deep in your throat in satisfaction. He was right, it was something zen. Non of that crazy psychosis shit.
âWhatâre you doing all the way over there?â Namgyu mutters, his voice a little slower now. Your turn your head lazily to him, eyes heavy as you smile. You hadnât realised youâd been huddled up - hugging the other end of the couch, away from him.
You bat your heavy lids softly, not bothering to reply as you watch as he beckons you over â a gentleness on his features but not lacking the sharpness of his jaw or the awareness in his eyes, like an intent lingered there â even as you slowly budge down to him is he moving, pressing his back against the arm of his chair so you can lean your back against his chest.
You twist your body, settling your back against his hot chest and go slack there, the proximity comforting, settling. You hear him hum in please as you sink against him, without shyness as one of his arms loops around your waist â hand settling flat on your stomach. The other hand moving to your hair, twisting your strands between finger and thumb gently.
âThere you go.â He coaxes, making it obvious to you heâs pleased, his voice low and thick like honey. You donât feel remotely anywhere near discomfort â despite having never been this close to him ever, it didnât feel abnormal. Didnât feel intrusive â feeling the way his chest heaves each shallow breath against your back, the way his cold palm settles flat on your stomach. Itâs delightful, if anything. You roll your eyes closed â the drug making you feel like youâre in heaven.
âBetter?â He mutters from behind you.
âMuch.â You hum, tone bordering on the incline of a moan â not quite, but it implyâs your blissful state. His fingers move slightly â falling into a soft circular trace on your stomach, so softly that you wouldnât have felt it if you didnât know his hand was there. But you feel it all â sensations inclined to the max, every hitch of your breath, the way blood runs to your cheeks so unbearably warm. A soft sigh leaves your parting lips, rolling your head back further into him so it sits comfortably on his shoulder.
He notes it. How you relax so easily, succumbing to his touch â his warmth. And the fact that you actually seemed to want to be around him. It strikes him strongly, really. Heâs the type who yearns for recognition without having to plead for it â to be wanted, recognised. Youâd managed to make him feel all those things without having even to try. He contemplates it â his expression seeping into something softer, more intimate.
He peaks his eyes down at you, craning his neck a little so he can steal a glance at your face â softened, blissed out. A sense of gentle euphoria. He moves his other hand from your hair, to test the waters as heâs slipping his fingertips to slope down the sharp of your jaw â way too delicately for a man of his reputation.
âYou needed this, didnât you?â He asks in a hushed tone, a little grin sitting on his face â teeth poking through the little gap there. Almost smug. Youâre enjoying his touch way too much that you donât reply â only softly humming in response, moving your head to match the movement of his fingers against your jaw and cheek, cat-like, needy for more.
He scoffs a little, âYeah, you did. Look at you. Practically fuckinâ purring.â
You barely receive his remarks, too blissed â too in thought despite your bodyâs vacant noise, only responding physically. You lean against him â only realising how much more relaxed you felt prior to a few hours ago in work. Youâd never felt an anger or recklessness like that before. You wonder what wouldâve happened if your coworker hadnât pulled you away â sent you home. You open your eyes, staring ahead sharply though still relaxed by him.
He notices, peaking over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of your expression â darting to look at the gash in your cheek, then back to your face. He nudges into your back with his shoulder once to bring you back to the room.
âCall me next time.â
âWhat?â You mutter, still half in thought as you peak your head over your shoulder to catch his eyes.
âIf you get any shit again, Iâll come. Yâknow? Do the dirty work.â He replies, voice low â but certain in himself. His eyes darting between yours gently, yet wide and frantically blown from the drug. Heâs sees himself in you, the tolerance, the unbearable weight of getting walked over and looked down on. Only difference being that you took action on it tonight â he admired it really. Sometimes he imagines beating Thanos into calling him by his right name. But doing that means loosing a friend â meaning being alone. Or at least he thinks so.
You took that risk â you paid the price. He only wishes he was capable of doing the same.
âStarting with that boss of yours, mhm?â He continues, his thumb and index moving to graze your chin â sitting there, slightly holding to keep your head turned toward him. You gaze up at him. Youâd truly thought youâd lost everything tonight, despite gaining some self respect. Even though the staff at work are horrible, you tried to consider them friends. Youâd felt theyâre the only people you had really. Outside of work â nothing. So taking that action tonight risked it all for you.
Now realising however, that youâre not alone.
You blink at him, awed â entranced. Mouth slightly agape, not used to having someone actually on your side. Someone wanting to be there â to support. The concept had been alien to you, especially since moving to Seoul. You felt like youâd had nobody, until now at least.
âYou donât have to do that. I can handle it.â You mutter, slightly bordering a whisper. An uncertainty laces your tone, doubt being your biggest sin. You could barely grasp the concept of him wanting to help you out. Youâd managed it for so long on your own.
âYou shouldnât have to. Gettinâ that pretty face cut up. Iâll deal with that side of things, got it?â
Heâs convincing, youâll give him that. And you canât find anything else to say or to disagree with. You can only perceive how overwhelmingly surprised you are with him. He cleaned your cut â made you laugh, helped you relax and now heâs offering more. Heâd managed to put you at ease and mellow you out quicker than youâd managed to do since youâd gotten here. Months ago.
âGot it.â You manage, voice timidly soft in awe. Thereâs a softness in the air, a strange one. It shouldnât feel like something vaguely romantic â because heâs just not that type of guy but itâs inescapable. The way you both gaze at each other, the way his smile droops a little like heâs also feeling it too. Not that youâd either say it out loud, or him, itâs easily something youâd both rather not acknowledge out loud.
Maybe out of fear.
Or just ruining this moment.
Instead you settle on returning to resting your head against his shoulder â his hand moving to flatten atop your head and hold you there.
Maybe one day.
Authors note: guys this isnât my proudest â been struggling w writers block so I truly fought my way through this one. if u enjoyed tho lmk if u want a part two and PLEASE send some requests if u wish !!!!! i need the inspiration!!!!!!! â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
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currently writing a thangyu x reader, bare w me folks â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
300 followers ????!!!!! guys thank you so v much for your support, ily all
his anthem fr đ enjoy (i canât stop writing & editing him help)
do not claim as your own.
gang i just finished this fuckass show. kim seo-wan i love you i miss you
chat i did a thing
little shop of horrors x namgyu ?????? hardcore â€ïž
donât claim as your own, pls give credit â€ïž
TWICE THE FALL
nam-gyu x f!reader
Synopsis: The games came to an end when the majority vote went to X after the mingle game. Your time in the game had been a tricky one â teamed with Thanos and his crew. Despite you voting O, you soon came to realise that being home was better than there, with those people - your life on the line. You had no intention of seeing anyone from there again. Not till one night, you go out with your friends clubbing. Familiar faces set off a feeling you didnât realise you had.
Warnings drug use, threats, mentions of blood & violence, SMUT!!!!!, f1ngering, dry humping, minors do not interact. +18!!!!!!!!
guys how we feeling abt a thanos x reader x namgyu
GUILTY CONSCIENCE
namgyu x f!reader
inspired by anonymous request!
Synopsis: You & Namgyu were together for just over a year. A rocky relationship however. His addictions being the main reasons for this - and you had reached your limit eventually. You threw his shit out of your apartment and him along with it. He would show at your door every night - begging. But after a while, he stopped. Only a few months later, you sign up for the games but you instantly regret it when you see the familiar face of your very recent ex boyfriend.
warnings: toxic behaviour, sexual tension, sexual content/ nsfw, mentions of violence, rough content - punishment, mentions of death & threats.
hey!! can we get ex!nam-gyu x fem reader where u keep ignoring him during the gamesârefusing to team up in six-legged pentathlon, rejecting his food shares, and worst of all, talking to some guy on gi-hunâs team (traitor behavior to him since u r team X, btw). heâs been patient, but that was his last straw so, next time he corners you alone, it goes down đ„đ„đ„ punishment with sm unresolved tension, bruising kisses and touches, threats, 100% toxic tension, extra spicy n dirty. thank YOU!
bro i am writing this immediately ?????!!!!!!!! your mind
gang i am officially back from my holiday - submissions are open if yâall have any fic requests â€ïžâ€ïžđđđ«¶ iâm also writing part three to cat & mouse so stay tuned for that !! thank you again for everyoneâs support !!
Nam-guy who canât make you cumâŠand he complains to thanos about it and he thinks he can so thanos fucks reader and make her cum???
oh this is fun
roh jae-won as nam-gyu
please credit if used <3
I canât wait for part three of cat and mouse broo ur writing is so good â€ïž
thank you !!!!!
CAT & MOUSE PART TWO
namgyu x f!reader
part one
warnings: 18+, drug use, inappropriate dialogue, degrading, sexual themes, dry humping, knife play (kinda?), mentions of blood, strong themes, violence, d3ath.
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Vertigo. Thatâs the only word you could use to explain this sensation. But a good vertigo. You almost felt like the halls were rotating as you paced down the paths of the maze. Blending you up - a pleasurable miss-use. The drug had given you an immunity.
Ignorance.
A complete dispel of the weight of your situation.
So strong that you could completely ignore the nausea that brewed in your stomach from the drugs effects. You still knew that momentarily youâd run into a red - that your luck would ware. You also were still aware that youâd have to fight bare handed. But your knew confidence had you practically open armed toward it.
You hum softly. Not too loud, because youâre not that stupid. Just enough to blindly entertain your senses that called out for stimulation. Apart of you thinks about finding Namgyu. Just to play the game. Make him chase you.
Your eyes lift heavily to the ceiling in that thought. But a nearby scream pulls you out of it.
The scream lasts â then a stab.
and silence.
It was close enough to stop you in your tracks. Your pumps skidding to a halt against the rough flooring.
You stay like that for a minute. Almost as though your current high was being yanked into a horrible direction.
You let out a breath.
Then the sound of distant voices comes, and their nearing footsteps.
The sudden change of feeling was enough to scurry yourself against the nearest door. Shoving your body against it. Youâre too busy looking ahead for reds to look down at your key as you try jamming your circle shape into a triangle lock.
â - fuck. â You splutter as you give in. Pushing yourself off the door and stepping backward. You keep your eyes pinned ahead to the direction of the voices - yet theyâre too far to make out who they are. But their proximity is enough to humble you - to almost bring you back to reality, despite you still being sky high.
You only puff out of your lips as breaths push through. Eyes blown wide.
And you quicken your steps backward. Too stoned but not stoned enough to accept death. You werenât ready. You pull up your balled fists as if to protect yourself and drop them a second later, already lazy.
âCâmon.â
You mutter, breathless, once again bringing limp fists back up - your sleeves rolled down to you elbows. Your mind way too driven by faux courage, by drug induced mentality - nothing it could trust or rely on.
And suddenly, way down the hall, still a distance from you - you watch Namgyu dance around the corner, Myung-gi following behind.
Your hands drop to your side.
Shit.
Namgyuâs doing a Charleston-like dance as he walks - humming to Player 333, who looks less amused. And he spots you first.
You canât even move as you watch Myung-gi swat Namgyuâs shoulder, his chin lifting to point in your direction. Namgyuâs head turns in your direction, and you feel your blood run ice when his expression goes from boredom to a sadistic - like excitement.
You donât move.
Neither do they.
Youâre a deer caught in headlights.
An excitement had first aroused you when you saw him - but his chilling change of expression suddenly reminded you how you had humiliated him in the waiting hall. How you had hummed and sucked around his index. Slathering it. Taking it back.
All the while taking his drugs.
An impending sense of doom shivered against the back of your neck - and a twitch in your leg muscles told you to run. Yet - you couldnât move, too afraid that if you moved an inch, Namgyu would be trailing you not far behind.
âMg Coin.â Namgyu says, turning his head to him although he keeps his sight trained on you.
Myung-gi looks at him.
âThis bitch is mine.â
And Myung-gi can only frown slightly. Not that he cared. The pair had already passed anyway. They were simply taking care of loose ends now.
âMeaning?â Myung-gi replies.
âMeaning, fuck off.â Namgyu says, grappling his collar and pushing him away bitterly.
âYou - fucking loser.â
It was as though the sight of you had drew his complete attention to you - and off Myung-gi. As if he had been faking have fun with him the entire time.
The two didnât need each other anyway - and it was apparent that Namgyu didnât want Myung-gi anywhere near you. Nor any other red.
You were his.
He intended to help you realise that.
Myung-gi fixed his collar that Namgyu had fisted as he backed up - sparing you one glance before turning away.
âJunkie asshole.â Is all Myung-gi mutters as he leaves, but it was loud enough to catch Namgyuâs attention as he looks toward him.
And looks away from you.
And thatâs when you take your chance.
You donât even realise how quick your instincts are as your legs carry you left before breaking into a sprint. You couldnât remember running this fast ever - and so easily too. You supposed the drug did have itâs benefits.
Namgyuâs head whips back to you, hearing the sound of a shoes scuffing the floor - to only see you fleeing left.
He wastes no time at all in sprinting after you. A gleeful noise leaving his strained throat as he does - an erratic, adrenaline pumped squeal. Overcome with his twisted idea of your own personal game.
You could hear his pumps against the floor not far behind you. And you feel a dread as your thighs start to burn - screaming hot, tired.
Your recklessness always being your number one enemy.
Thatâs when you see a door hidden around a corner. You take the chance, yanking your tired body behind the wall and flush against the door.
Heavy pants rip out of you, your sweat beaded forehead pressing against the door as your eyes drop down - as shaky fingers fiddle with the lock. Snapping your mouth closed to stop any noise coming from you - anything that would give away your location.
And relief washes over you as the circle key slides in perfectly. A drug hazed smile widening your lips.
You donât celebrate for too long when you realise you canât hear Namgyu anymore. Not his incoming foot falls - or the excitement ripping from his mouth. Itâs only quiet â too still. Bottom lip trembling as you gnaw on it, preventing any noise to come from you as you keep your eye on the lock.
You turn the key - slowly.
Free hand using the back of your palm to brush strands of hair that clung to your forehead - curtaining your view.
And -
clank!
The door unlocks. The noise way too loud for your liking - too loud that you have to stand there for a moment, the front of your body pressing up against the steel door.
A moment passes, then two â and nothing.
You allow yourself to exhale.
Something sharp then presses into your back.
Namgyu?
âGive me your key.â The person says.
No, not Namgyu.
You peak over your shoulder only to see a blue vest. Your team mate - blood splattered across their face and they hold a knife. Probably the knife of a red they had killed in self defence.
You furrow your brows.
âWeâre on the same team.â You say, turning to face them properly.
The player shakes his head frantically.
âNo - weâre not. Now give me that fucking key â unless you wanna die. Thereâs no rule against blues killing blues.â
You clutch your key tightly in your fist. Itâs your only way of surviving. It was too precious to give up.
You shake your head, no. The drug in your system making it exceedingly harder to function properly - the walls around you moved as though they took an inhale and exhale. Your back hits the door from the vertigo sensation.
The player wastes no time and runs toward you - colliding against you as you both fall into the unlocked door, falling into the room.
Your back hits the floor hard with a thump.
Your mind so blissfully unaware as you stare up at the stars on the ceiling. You swear they blink at you and you canât help but smile at it. But youâre pulled out the moment when the player straddles you â knife coming down toward you.
You use the remaining strength you have to block him with your forearm - his wrist struggling against the weight - the knife a small distance from your face.
You spit upward into his face.
âFucking â bitch!â
He exclaims, pushing harder now as the knife edges closer toward you and you feel your muscles burning - about to give out.
This is it.
You shut your eyes tight.
And then the weight of the man lifts slightly - you hear a slice - then a gurgle.
You open your eyes to see his throat had been slit.
You exclaim as youâre drenched in his blood - scrambling out from under him and crawling backward toward the wall. Breathing heavy as you frantically wipe your eyes to finally see Namgyu above him.
His knife coated in red.
He saved you.
Heâd fucking saved you.
Yet you couldnât help but feel unsure beneath the frantic stress you currently felt. Namgyuâs eyes - dark and blow - fall onto you and he smiles.
âFound you.â He says, pointing his knife at you.
And you donât take that as a good sign - pushing yourself further back as you use the wall as leverage to stand up. Palms flat against the wall as your chest heaves heavily - the wet blood on yourself making you feel ill.
The thought of him having saved you had quickly washed away.
You consider that maybe he saved you so that so he could kill you himself.
You take a quick step to the right in attempt to go around him - but he copies you, also taking a step to the right. So you take a step left and he does the same again.
âIf you run, Iâll only chase you.â He warns in an erratic tone.
You glare at him - eyes falling to the knife on the floor that your team mate had used against you and then back to Namgyu who was now stepping over the dead body.
âHowâs my medicine treating you, bitch?â
He seethes, closing in on you until heâs practically standing over you. You raise a hand to hit him but he only catches your wrist and twists it behind your back - pulling you flush against him, now chest to chest.
You writhe against him, wincing. He pouts his lips, his free hand lifting to point the knife into your jaw - not enough to draw blood - but to sting.
âSo fuckinâ testy.â He mumbles, managing your wriggling with his easy grip on your wrist - his knee now coming in between your legs - pushing upward to grind slow against your clothed pussy.
And you still then, aware of the knife against your neck - and also overly aware of his knee grounding in between your legs.
You press your lips tight together and keep your expression frowning - not wanting to give him the pleasure of knowing how good it feels.
He beams down at you - his expression a mix between sadistic and a boyish charm. Youâre close enough now to notice the blood on his face, the way his hair curtains his eyes - shadowing him. Oh, you want to be scared as you know you should be - but youâre not. The heat building in your stomach and between your legs undeniable.
You both stay like that for a moment.
âAre you not gonna thank me?â He says pleadingly, breaking the silence - the knife coming away from your neck as he uses that hand to rake your hair backward out your face. Admiring you like this.
Your brows furrow, confused.
He frowns at that and twists a fist into your hair, craning your head toward the body behind him.
You grimace at the grip in your hair.
âYouâre gonna kill me anyway.â You pant out between gritted teeth, eyes squinting at the discomfort your body is in.
Namgyu laughs at you.
âSilly girl. I still havenât decided yet - although after your little performance earlier? I definitely considered it.â He pauses to ground his knee deeper in between your legs which causes your eyes to roll back.
He makes a happy noise in his throat when he sees that.
âThank me first and then Iâll decide.â
He releases the hold in your hair and you put your head against the wall - eyes tightly shut. You didnât want to give in. To yield and give him the satisfaction.
But you didnât have much choice.
âThank you.â You mumble quietly, bitterly.
âI canât hear you.â
You huff, opening your eyes toward the ceiling, not wanting to look him in the eyes.
âThank you.â You say, louder now.
You hear him hum, and feel him release your wrist only for both of his hands to hold either side of your face now - pulling your head down, forcing you to look him in the eyes.
His brows are raised, expression: stern.
âThank you, what?â
Your bottom lip quivers - now feeling a wetness pooling in between your legs. You feel disgusted in yourself at the mere fact that youâre enjoying this.
âThank you, Namgyu.â
He grins then, wide and wicked.
âThere you go.â He praises, his ringed fingers slipping down to your neck where most of the blood from the player is on you. He notices, eyes dropping downward.
âLook at you. Youâre a fucking mess.â
He says - disgusted - intent on humiliating you. He shakes his head in false care and cranes his head down to nuzzle your neck, brushing his nose against the shell of your ear.
âYou look good like this.â He whispers. You canât help but whine softly, silently pleading with him.
âSoaked in my mess.â
He continues before lapping a long stripe up your neck - through the blood - with his tongue.
Your mouth falls slack. Tilting your head to the side - dazed, and extremely turned on. Without even thinking, as though on autopilot, you rolled your hips - grinding yourself down onto his knee.
He feels you do that - and he growls lowly, deep in his throat, huffing. Slowly lifting his head again to look at you - to watch your face contort as you grind on him.
Your mind was a mess. A hot one. Mixed between disgust, fright and absolute hunger for him. Feeling like the knot in your stomach will snap â and youâd throw yourself at him.
You couldnât handle it much longer. The suspense - the unknown. The craving.
You huff softly, tighten your jaw and bravely reach down between you to palm his now painfully hard cock over his pants.
He freezes, glaring at you. You return it with a soft gaze.
â â fucking slut.â
Is all he manages to groan out, a hand coming to squeeze your neck - and the other coming to cup your face tight, squeezing your cheeks together.
You canât help but smile slightly against his grip - and you squeeze his cock. Namgyuâs mouth twitches open - gritting his teeth.
âOpen your fucking mouth, slut.â
He pants out.
You do.
He stares for a minute - enjoying the sight then leans down close - sticking out his tongue to gently lick your bottom lip. Itâs excruciatingly slow. Wet. His eyes dart up to you and you take that as a sign as you stick out your tongue.
âGood girl.â He whispers so softly, licking his lips once before leaning in to lick a long stripe up your tongue.
You let out an open mouthed moan - softly swirling your tongue against his. Namgyuâs hips bucking upward into your palm.
You hear the clatter of the knife hitting the floor as your tongue play churns into a vicious kiss. Full of spit â teeth, gnawing at each otherâs lips as though you both couldnât get enough.
Panting into each others mouths - Namgyuâs hands splaying down your hips, to your ass - then to the backs of yours thighs were he scoops them up, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist.
You feel the way he grounds his hips - pushing his hard on up into your clothed pussy.
You let out a strained moan - loud, as though youâd held it in for too long and it ripped out of you.
The two of you were too drunk on each other to not even realise that the game was over.
A harsh snap back to reality as Namgyu got prodded in the back by a gun. He whips around, you clinging to his neck as you look past him to see two guards staring at you.
âThe game is over.â Is all they say.
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Authors note: Iâm currently on holiday writing this so plz excuse the blunt ending. Iâve already started a SMUTTY part three were Namgyu pays you a visit that night to finish the job so !! lmk if you guys wanna read that <3 thank u sm for the support !!!!
tags: @xuntybitxh