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ೄྀ࿐ˊˎ- 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓...
know your place — bradley “rooster” bradshaw
☽ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐖𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐄...
goodnight kiss — bradley “rooster” bradshaw
the middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start — diego hargreeves
frightened by the bite, though it's no harsher than the bark — robin buckley
if it’s a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive — anakin skywalker
stairway to heaven — eddie munson
ೄྀ࿐ˊˎ- 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖…
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[I have used @/gxtitobxby post as a template for mine because I have no creativity, just giving credits]
Summary: Y/N moves to South Korea after a PhD proposal, entering an extremely intense relationship with Cho Sang-Woo, the moody businessman next door.
This fic is set to start before the Squid Game and it is prolonged until the Game’s end.
Pairing: Cho Sang-Woo/Reader
Word Count: 7,691 - word count updated as I post.
Tags: ANGST, smut, violence, death threats, gaslighting, fluff, age gap (reader’s in hers 20s), suicide attempts, PTSD, Sang-Woo is kind of a cunt, panic attacks, rejection, alcohol, language, codependency - parts will be tagged individually.
DISCLAIMER: At some point, it will be mentioned English isn’t the reader’s first language, since she has been idealized as a latina, but it will not affect your reading, since you’ll miss it if you blink. To simplify: she can be from wherever you want.
A/N: Since I started watching Squid Game I became completely obsessed and in love with Park Hae-Soo’ character, so I’d naturally write something for him. I decided to put together the songs I’ve been listening to the most these last few days and turned each one of them into chapters, so here we are.
Didn’t use the song names as the chapters names because, you know, it could spoil everything.
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Prologue
Chapter One: “I just find my way back in”
Chapter Two: “Religion is in your lips”
Chapter Three: “Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow”
Chapter Four: “You made me hate this city”
Chapter Five: “I just wanted you to know”
Bonus Chapter: “I’m still fact, she’s fiction”
Chapter Six — FINAL: “And if I didn’t know better”
Summary: Y/N moves to South Korea after a PhD proposal, entering an extremely intense relationship with Cho Sang-Woo, the moody businessman next door.
This fic is set to start before the Squid Game and it is prolonged until the Game’s end.
Pairing: Cho Sang-Woo/Reader
Word Count: 7,691 - word count updated as I post.
Tags: ANGST, smut, violence, death threats, gaslighting, fluff, age gap (reader’s in hers 20s), suicide attempts, PTSD, Sang-Woo is kind of a cunt, panic attacks, rejection, alcohol, language, codependency - parts will be tagged individually.
DISCLAIMER: At some point, it will be mentioned English isn’t the reader’s first language, since she has been idealized as a latina, but it will not affect your reading, since you’ll miss it if you blink. To simplify: she can be from wherever you want.
A/N: Since I started watching Squid Game I became completely obsessed and in love with Park Hae-Soo’ character, so I’d naturally write something for him. I decided to put together the songs I’ve been listening to the most these last few days and turned each one of them into chapters, so here we are.
Didn’t use the song names as the chapters names because, you know, it could spoil everything.
———
Prologue
Chapter One: “I just find my way back in”
Chapter Two: “Religion is in your lips”
Chapter Three: “Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow”
Chapter Four: “You made me hate this city”
Chapter Five: “I just wanted you to know”
Bonus Chapter: “I’m still fact, she’s fiction”
Chapter Six — FINAL: “And if I didn’t know better”
After not logging into this blog for years, I decided to check it out —— after all, how could I not remember our asshole, smart, handsome man after Squid Game S2 just dropped?
Imagine my surprise when I realized the amount of people still reading, liking and reposting the story I had stopped writing so, so long ago.
The story never left my mind, though. I still have the playlist, and my will to write is back —— I will only ask a little bit of patience, because it’s been a while since the last time I actually wrote something.
The thing is; I don’t want to keep this Tumblr. I’m either moving Sun & Moon to AO3 or another blog. Probably to AO3.
Either way, you can turn the notifications on because I’ll let you know wherever I post it. If you want to, of course.
But I promise you’ll have a new chapter in about a month.
Thank you for sticking around, for those who stuck.
And welcome to everyone who just arrived. Enjoy the ride! Enjoy Sang-woo!
After not logging into this blog for years, I decided to check it out —— after all, how could I not remember our asshole, smart, handsome man after Squid Game S2 just dropped?
Imagine my surprise when I realized the amount of people still reading, liking and reposting the story I had stopped writing so, so long ago.
The story never left my mind, though. I still have the playlist, and my will to write is back —— I will only ask a little bit of patience, because it’s been a while since the last time I actually wrote something.
The thing is; I don’t want to keep this Tumblr. I’m either moving Sun & Moon to AO3 or another blog. Probably to AO3.
Either way, you can turn the notifications on because I’ll let you know wherever I post it. If you want to, of course.
But I promise you’ll have a new chapter in about a month.
Thank you for sticking around, for those who stuck.
And welcome to everyone who just arrived. Enjoy the ride! Enjoy Sang-woo!
i loved ‘talk to me, mav’ it was sooooo gooodddd🤩 i don’t see a lot of maverick fics , especially from the first top gun 😫 is it possible to make requests for him?😁
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!! And yeah, Mav doesn’t receive the attention he deserves but I’m here to change it!
Summary: You comfort your best friend, Maverick, after he gets suspended for a month.
Tags: friends to lovers, yearning
Word Count: 783
Notes: I’M BACK! I know I’ve disappeared but I’m back with Mav content and I’m dying to write for Tom Cruise characters <3 so if you have any requests, send them in! Not readproof.
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“Talk to me, Mav.”
Many adjectives were used to refer to Pete; reckless, impulsive, unpredictable, and even dangerous. Most times he didn’t care what others would say or think, a cocky smile planted on his lips and a sharp answer to every provocation directed towards him.
But when the provocations stopped being only words and affected his actual life, impending him from flying, that got on his nerves. That was one thing that truly messed Pete Mitchell's head up; being unable to fly.
The thing he loved the most — taken away from him.
“Talk to me, Mav,” you repeated yourself, slowly pulling his hand away from his face. He had it buried in them for the past ten minutes, trying to control his breath. “It’s going to be fine, it’s not definitive.”
“You don’t know what it feels like,” he hissed under his breath. “To feel so… incompetent, and lost. Because I don’t know what to do when I’m not flying. So I am lost.”
You took a deep breath, his eyes finally locking on your face, and you grabbed his with both of your hands. It always made you shiver, having Pete so close, in a way you could see every detail of his face and his amazingly crystal eyes. You could feel his breath on your face, his nose dangerously close to yours, and you needed to close your eyes to speak.
“It’s only a month, Pete,” if you had opened your eyes, you would've seen the way he smiled when his real name left your lips. “I know it’s torture for you, but… you’ll get through this. Besides…”, you opened your eyes, licking your lips. “You have me. We can always find something to do, to get your mind off this.”
Maverick analyzed your face, unable to think straight when you were that close. He still couldn't believe his license got suspended for a month over something so silly, and he was undoubtedly still mad. But when you put it like that, it didn't seem so bad; your perspective was always better. You were optimistic, a ray of sunshine.
He had you, after all.
And a month with you didn't seem so bad.
“And you won’t push me away for being unpredictable and dangerous?”, he teased, using the words the admiral used when dismissing him.
“Oh, no!”, you smiled brightly. “I love me some danger.”
Pete raised an eyebrow, hoping to God he wasn't getting mixed signals and that you were, indeed, flirting with him. He leaned a bit closer, “Are you flir—?”
“Take me to bed or lose me forever,” you giggled, quoting Carole.
He knew damn well what you were doing. You knew Maverick well enough to know he couldn't keep it in his pants, and you found the best way to distract him from his distress. He just wished it wasn't just a distraction to you, because he wanted you so bad since the first moment the both of you met.
“Don’t play with me,” he asked, eyes glued on yours.
You frankly were trying to distract him by flirting with him, but you honestly had feelings for Mav. He was one of your greatest friends and everything was easy and good with him, and his good looks only made everything worse.
“Mav…”, you whispered, and he whispered your name back. “Just promise me you'll be okay.”
He sighed, pulling away from your touch. “I promise,” and waved to the barman to bring him another drink. You could tell he was annoyed, but you were completely clueless about the reason why.
“Mav?”, you called again. “Is everything okay?”
He turned his head to look at you, his glance burning your skin and making your cheeks warm. It was like he could see your soul with his deep green eyes, and he finally spoke, “Just take me to bed… or lose me forever.”
That was it.
He wanted you back.
“Kiss me, Mav.”
The words left your mouth without a warning, but you didn't regret it for a minute. Pete looked at you with yearning shining in his eyes, not thinking twice before grabbing your chin and pulling your lips together. His large hand found its way to the nape of your neck and held you in place as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the contour of your lips before finally interlacing with yours, trying to taste as much of you as he could.
“I'm not playing with you,” was the first thing you said when your lips parted. “I want you so bad. I've wanted you for a long time.”
“Good,” he smiled, lips red. “Because I want you too. Let's get out of here.”
Summary: After he endures a rough night, you remind Matt there are better ways to recover further than rest.
Word Count: 2k
Warnings/Tags: Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Pining for Matt, Oral Sex (m receiving), Dry Humping, Edging, (MDNI),Whiny Baby Matt
A/N: This might be a little self indulgent but idc, I enjoyed writing a hurt Matt begging to feel good :)
Read on AO3
The comforting scent of your lover was the first thing you were affectionately met with before your eyes adjusted. It never failed to ease your mind at the cruel early hours of the morning, who knew a simple duvet could be so calming.
It was like that every day, which you gratefully thanked. However, not this cool autumn morning, as your senses were greeted to copper and tiger balm.
Matt was scraped, exerted and exhausted this time. As much as he tried to convince you otherwise, you believed the quickest remedy for a rough night was snuggling him to death beneath the sheets. Of course he adored your methods, but he was the logical type, having faith in simple solutions like painkillers or a middle-of-the-day beer.
But, today was the day he would be reminded by you that there’s better ways to recover, and not just being the dominant big spoon to his little one.
Trudging out of the bed, and from your grasp, he grunted at the shoulder wound he had sustained. Shallow enough, you made short work of it just hours previous, stitching him as clean as your disrupted slumber would allow.
Trudging out of the bed, and from your grasp, he grunted at the shoulder wound he had sustained. Shallow enough, you made short work of it just hours previous, stitching him as clean as your disrupted slumber would allow.
Your head rose from the pillow “Be careful that you pop it open” you mumbled, even if he knew that already. He’d often underestimate that he was a human of flesh and blood, not some bodiless martyr who didn’t have to worry about experiencing pain.
“Yeah yeah” He motioned that he understood with the flail of his right hand.
A smirk would arise from you, as you savored the scent of the pillow against your face.
Standing high on the ball of your feet, you brewed a plan to help your battered partner, watching as he sauntered off to the kitchen for a drink.
The scars and bruises that lay scattered along his back and neck never failed to rouse you, the way they moved with Matt’s skin as he stretched his muscles and brolic frame. He didn’t deserve anything less than special treatment for his hard work, you thought.
Stretching for a considerably long time, you gave chase toward the kitchen behind your limping duck. He was too occupied with the pounding sensation in his muscles and temples to sense your secondary agenda.
Having cracked open the beer with his teeth, bottle cap circulating the counter aimlessly, a sigh would suffice after a much needed first sip.
“Shitty german beer is the cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast, huh?” you swept behind him, hands finding their landing gently atop both heated shoulders.
“God, why does everyone say that?” Matt almost spat as he chuckled, baffled that you would insult his beloved go-to remedy. His laugh seemed to reverberate throughout his body as your ear pressed into his back.
Giving a muffled response, your arms wrapped tighter across his chest “Just saying, you could do better.”
Your eyes meandered across his taut, scarred skin, soaking in the moment of having him so close. The man dedicated to jumping rooftops and holding the weight of this city’s safety on the shoulders you kissed.
An irrefutable plan aligned with your thoughts.
“Why don’t you lay down?” Pecking another kiss to his neck, you pushed him past the counter, walking with him to the couch. While loathing the way you felt watching him practically limp, you simultaneously retained the eager urge to take the pain away, even just for a moment.
Beer still in hand, he steadied it on his chest, groaning on the way down as he parked himself. The couch pillow would suffice in supporting his head. He looked so pretty from your angle, hair parted across the forehead in a halo, strewn out resembling a fallen angel.
Kneeling down beside him, you admired further, earning a silent grin of acknowledgment from Matt. It was often that he appreciated your reassuring eyes, it told him that you loved what you saw, despite the harrowing thoughts he met frequently about his appearance.
You began studying the stitch job having been managed earlier “How does this feel’ grazing a finger around the warm skin, careful not to apply too much pressure.
Wincing slightly after taking another swig, he brought up a hand slowly to rub your arm.
“Bearable, thanks to you.” He grinned cutely.
“But it could be better, right?”
“No, no, you do it well, honey–’’
“I’m not talking about the stitches…” You tried to make him understand just what you were insinuating.
His expression read that he wasn’t quite on the same page, yet a love-drunk smirk remained, amused at your lingering presence. Heat bunched around your face, trying to figure out where to lead next.
Praying he finally picked up on your heightened temperature, you took initiative, if your tone and body language weren’t enough of a hint.
You stood up straight off your knees, posture much like a soldier as you stared down at the comfortable outstretched man.
“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”
Amusement would be replaced with puzzle “Baby, wh–” his quant confusion followed with lost words were silenced by the shuffling of feet below. Reaching one leg up and over, you began assuming the position to straddle Matt.
With your legs bent and pelvis methodically rested just below his crotch, you didn’t require acute hearing to notice Matt stifle a breath.
Poor little Matty’s mouth was agape, hands trying to remain stagnant at his sides, afraid what they’ll do once groped around your hips. He took a moment to collect himself, hoisting any shred of wit from the abyss, because all he could focus on was the aggressive heat signature right in front of him.
“Ma’am, I don’t think you’re sitting correctly” He dryly chuckled, flicking his tongue out to wet his lip.
A devilish scoff would emerge from you, to the excitement of Matt as his chest rose and fell quickly.
“Oh, you mean like this” Scooting upward, you sighed right before settling down on him, pussy finding some semi-hard stability to rest on.
Mouth still teetering from open to shut, Matt grunted at the warmth his cock received, the best aid in hardening the rest of the way. Groaning at the contact, you loved the sheer feeling of his blood rushing into the muscle below.
A moment came and went before Matt spoke his racing mind.“I appreciate this, but, ‘m a little too sore right now, sweetheart,” he grinned, coupled by a whiff of dismay.
Your eyes rolled, courtesy of your own impatience “ who said anything about you doing the work?”
Reaching down with a welcoming smile, Matt joined you in a much-awaited kiss, growing sloppier by the second. He wanted nothing more than to touch you, beginning to raise his hands in effort to cup your face, until you stopped him.
“Nuh-uh, rest, baby” you mumbled against his lips, setting his arms down.
At the thud of his limbs against the leather, he huffed in anticipation as you began the circular drone of your hips. The rock solidity below felt white hot against the throb of your cunt, Matt definitely feeling it, entrancing him.
He threw his head back, jaw twitching in unison to his widened mouth at the velvet friction. Steady whimpers danced off those flushed, whore-ish lips he owned, feigning to string words together.
“Baby–please…” His pleas were translated instantaneously into silk to your ears, chewing your lip ever so slightly. He sounded adorable under your spell.
“Tell me what you need, Matty.” you silently managed, speech starting to fail you as well. Steadying yourself by placing both hands on his kneecaps, you reached into that animalistic side and drilled harder against his cock, now creating a rhythm.
It was getting difficult to focus, his eyebrows now stitched together simply at how great the fabric melding with the force you provided felt. Soon the arousal seeping out of you gave way through your underwear with the help of friction, Matt adding that wet texture to his mental list of word obstruction.
Eyes rolling back into shut lids, he was utterly lost in the pleasure. “Don’t stop, angel”
His hands were clammy, a sheen of perspiration covering his already warm, sore skin. Taking notice of their boredom, you grabbed both and led them up the trail of your torso to your breasts. Something to fondle as every stroke of your hips caused near insanity, heat building rapidly in either of your abdomen.
Lower lip tucked uneven by his teeth, Matt couldn’t help but match your rhythm, even if it was a miniscule attempt. Pre-cum was well soaked into his boxers, every jut of his own hips causing more to leak. His cheeks were stained pink, low pants and tensing belly reading clear he was to cum any moment.
Although it was a damn near perfect feeling knowing he’s enjoying it, you couldn’t resist giving him more. Even if it meant halting your own climax, today was supposed to be about him in particular.
His palms and fingertips were glued to the hot flesh of your thighs, prepared to grope them to tide himself in during the inevitable. Bracing yourself for his disappointment, you slowed your thrusts. With the loss of that passion came his incessant whining.
“Baby–no–please…” Matt’s tone was high pitched, betrayal scribbled in those hungry eyes. His dick rutted up into nothing after you removed yourself, sighing deeply at the loss of your comforting warmth. You crept away as best you could, legs trembling slightly while you positioned between his thighs.
“Aw, were you close?” Mocking in a similar pitch, your fingers glided across his waistband side to side.
All he could manage was a strangled scoff, flailing a hand in exhaustion. He looked right on the brink of tearshed, a lonely frown accompanied by a tortured glint in his eye. ‘Cause edging your lover at a time like this was pure evil, he thought.
“I’ll give you somewhere better to finish, wait, baby.”
Your fingers tickled as they went below the hem, pulling the boxers just low enough for Matt’s weeping cock to make its reveal.
Grunting open mouthed at the sudden air meeting his wetted tip, he felt it pulsate with need. It ached to be tugged and made cum.
“ ‘m so hard f’ you, please, let me cum” he begged, in the same tone as previous, involuntarily twitching his pelvis upward. The burning that stilled in his stomach was slipping away, it made his head spin at the loss.
Having enough with his torturous whining, you genorously gripped the base, hollowing your mouth. The sound of your tongue flicking just outside your lip caused a soft grunt from Matt, ready to feel you whole. Tasting your scent in the air, he could sense the longing in the way you arched your back below him, that mental image proving deadly once your lips were attached.
A curse would fall from the edged man after you smeared the still pumping pre-cum all over your tongue. Licking his tip clean, you took the first couple inches, moaning as you sucked gently. You now felt the desperation of his cock once in your mouth, veins pulsing under your tongue.
Now receiving the pleasure he yearned for again, Matt was completely blissed out, groaning as his hand found your hair. “ don’t stop, don’t stop–” he found himself whimpering as the fire returned to his being.
Sheathing most of his member into your throat, your hand stroked the base as you kept a rhythm with the pump of your lips. This combo proved just about enough for Matt, bucking his hips with your rough mannerisms. Tears began to blur your vision, even behind tightened lids, grunting as you bobbed faster.
The noises were obscene, so much so that they were all he needed. Matt’s jaw would widen as he cried out, face-fucking you as he fell hard into climax. Like clockwork, your jaw was sore, but the sensation of his cum enveloping your tongue before swallowing made it bearable. You jerked him off as you guided him the rest of the way, sitting up to watch the last drops of fluid coat the pink tip.
Matt groaned as his breath began to steady, drenched in sweat. Your perfect angel was now corrupt, hair clinging to his temples, vulnerable as his cock softened before you.
“Feeling better now?” you giggled while wiping your stained mouth as best you could.
Even if you too were spent, it only mattered if Matt was satisfied with his care.
“100 percent, thank you” he quietly said, puckering his needy lips to motion you back to him. Happily obliging, you kissed him hard, moving the strands of hair away from his forehead.
“Let’s get you into the shower next, hm?”
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Opening the door quietly and just enough to push your head inside the bedroom, you whispered into the darkness, “Can I come in?”
Your parents had allowed Eddie to stay for the night as long as he slept in the guest room, but you couldn’t stay in your bedroom and stare at those white walls knowing your boyfriend was so close. Your entire body and mind pleaded for him, an addictive feeling, a smoldering will to lay by his side and be held by him, to feel safe again.
In his arms.
You didn’t need to see Eddie’s face to know that he was smiling, you could feel it in the air — his smirk, sending shivers down your spine even when it was out of sight. The silence of the night was broken once again by his raspy voice, a low “Yes, please,” coming out of his mouth.
Your lips curved up in a bright smile as you opened the door and closed it behind you once you came into the room. Your bare feet touched the cold floor as you tiptoed your way toward the bed and you touched the mattress, looking for Eddie.
He was faster than you, his hand evolving your wrist and gently pulling you to lay by his side, the warm blankets welcoming you and making your tense body relax. You could now feel Eddie’s rhythmic breath on your face, his hand now on your waist, pulling you closer while caressing it slowly.
He leaned in your direction, his hair falling over your cheek, “I was missing you already,” he planted a soft kiss on your lips and you stroked the nape of his neck. “Can’t sleep without you, baby.”
“I can’t sleep without you either,” you confided, your lips brushing gently against each other. He hugged you tight, as if he never wanted to let you go, and buried his face on your neck, where he placed another kiss. “Promise you’ll hold me, Eddie, tonight and every night, forever.”
“I promise I will,” he closed his eyes, comfortable in that position. Intertwined with you, scenting your perfume, having his lips close enough to kiss you every time he wanted to, his arms wrapped around your body in a way he could be sure you’d never walk away.
He could sleep in peace.
“And I promise I’ll hold you too,” you whispered, your eyes closing as well. “Good night, Eddie, I love you.”
I’m going to write SO MANY Eddie Munson fluff you are not ready. I have decided to completely ignore what’ve happened. I’m now writing happy and cute and soft and lovely stuff for my lover boy! NO SADNESS * yells * NO MORE
