[mgco1n]

highly selective , mutuals only , roleplay writing blog starring 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑬𝑹 333 aka 𝑳𝑬𝑬 𝑴𝒀𝑼𝑵𝑮-𝑮𝑰 of netflix’s squid game . 21+ only . curated with care , defiance ⅋ a little bit of heartbreak by 𝑹𝑨𝑬 . * sideblog of @wildjinx .

[mgco1n]

* cont. / @plays124

his eyes stayed shut with an ease that made it seem, to anyone looking, like he was buried in a sleep so deep it’d take hours to pull him out. yet that theory vanished fast, courtesy of nam-gyu’s bare hand shaking him back into consciousness. lids cracked open just enough for the back of a porcelain-pale hand to brush over them, and then came the sinking twist in his gut. myung-gi almost wished it had been the edge of a blade from one of the bastards on the hunt for his head. instead it was worse. fucking worse. fucking nam-gyu. the memories of previous night were scattered, like a film he’d seen but couldn’t recount without forcing himself to piece it together. the pressure. the club. jun-hee’s endless calls buzzing his phone until he nearly snapped it in half. the morbid irony of running into mothers with babies at every corner he turned. mg coin needed somewhere else, somewhere new, still untouched by his ghosts. and where better than the one place he swore he’d never set foot? club pentagron. nam-gyu being there was inevitable, it was the bastard’s work place, but at least thanos was far out of the city. no risk of bumping into the rapper, and nam-gyu was more bark than bite when kept off his leash. the last place he expected to end up was in his bed; memories of his moans still fresh in his mind to make him both curse himself and understand exactly why he’d failed so easily.

“ fuck... ” it slipped out pathetic as mg coin pushed himself upright, sweat still clinging to his skin in thin, sticky trails he couldn’t hide. his fingers fumbled blindly until they found the blanket, pulling it over his lower half in a weak attempt at modesty. “ this... this didn’t fucking happen. you, you were drunk, i was fucking drunk, nothing happened! you... you know that, right? don’t you? ” he repeated, firmer, desperate for the other to confirm the lie he was trying to write into reality. a flimsy note-to-self that none of this was real; no matter what their common sense said.

[mgco1n]

myung-gi let out a breath that was particularly a scoff, his eyes narrowing as he stopped so he could properly look at nam-gyu, “ quit your bullshit, you’re really gonna say i stink? ” he muttered, brows raised almost passive aggressively, “ if your pills didn’t already consume your senses you’d know you’re not exactly walking around smelling any better, ” but he had no real bite to it, just raw stress, annoyance upon realizing he he was right. myung-gi rubbed his jacket sleeve under his nose like that would somehow change anything, stupidly hoping that he could scrub his sweat off. damn it, nam-gyu definitely wasn’t wrong. he did stink. bad.

until, slowly but surely, he pushed himself off the wall, yet he almost considered arguing against the invitation that sounded more like a hostile demand, but honestly? it wasn’t like he had anywhere better to go, and he’d be lucky if he didn’t run into a gang ready to skin him alive for stepping foot back home. “ is this just so you can fry me alive and hide my body in your apartment walls? ” he muttered, not too amused to show it wasn’t quite a joke. “ don’t think i forgot how pissed you were at me when that- that sorry ass rapper was still alive, ” and he meant it. nam-gyu had made it crystal clear he’d happily join in on teaching him a lesson back then. it was one hell of a shift since, and part of him still wondered if nam-gyu ever truly let that go.

“ a cat? ” he muttered, kicking a loose stone down the cracked pavement, “ you still get blood dirtying your hands, but the first thing on your mind is a cat, ” he shook his head, but there was no venom in it. if anything, it was closer to raw envy. at least nam-gyu had someone, even if it was a pet. “ so you always had her? or did she just show up one day like, ‘yeah, this psycho looks lonely enough’? ” he didn’t wait for an answer right away, “ what the hell was your life like before this? ” he asked, sharper now, but not angry. more like someone peeling off a scab to see if there’s still blood underneath. “ you’re the kind of guy i figured would be on some watchlist. but you talk about your cat like you still damn care, so... ” he paused, glancing at him sideways, “ you still have got anyone else? parents? shitty ex? any neighbors you traumatized? ”

* cont . @plyr124 .

[mgco1n]

it wasn’t like stairs had been myung-gi’s first choice. in fact, he regretted it the second he stepped up, but it was already too late to turn back. not that his pride would’ve let him take the damn elevator anyway, not with nam-gyu breathing over his shoulder like leatherface creeping after victims. until his eyes narrowed when instead he complimented him. because by that point, he was just being sarcastic to the point of unbearable. either way, myung-gi didn’t have the patience to deal with his insane ass. all he wanted was to make sure no one came for his head on his way up, get to nam-gyu’s stupid apartment, and crash hard enough to only wake up the next day. hopefully anyway.

and then nam-gyu said something that hit like a truck in the middle of the road. “ ...shut up, ” he muttered, voice low. not as icy as before, but more like he was trying not to snap. guilt was already tearing him apart inside; he didn’t need nam-gyu rubbing salt into it. the mental image of guys waiting to beat him unconscious in an elevator made a shiver run down his spine ( which he prayed nam-gyu didn’t catch ), and he turned with his most fed-up glare. “ you’d just sit and watch? that’s what you’re saying? i’d hope you could fucking relish it like you and your little thanos friend always did back then, it’s not like you’d see a single coin back if i got my ass kicked, ” he snapped, clinging to the chance of winning that stupid discussion so he would shut up.

not that it helped. myung-gi wanted nam-gyu and all the others to get their money back, even if almost no one believed him when he said that. it didn’t go into his pockets! he’d been tricked too, same as the rest of them. god, he even ended up in the same hellhole that they did. wasn’t that enough punishment? he nearly said it aloud, but bit it back. it would sound too much like an apology, and he wasn’t ready to go down the emotional route with nam-gyu. not when both of them were running on fumes and hunger. he’d save that for another time.

“ i don’t think stalkers get to dress things up with terms like ‘refined obsession’… obsession’s obsession, ” he muttered, ignoring the warning not to let it go to his head. a smirk threatened to tug at his mouth; he didn’t let it show, not fully, but deep down? it really didn’t matter if it was a crazed fangirl printing idol posters or nam-gyu listening to his old videos on repeat. either way, it was obsession over someone who didn’t even know you existed.

how was it any different?

hearing him talk like that, remembering how much he used to like him, only twisted the guilt deeper into his ribs. silently, anyway. so he stayed quiet the rest of the way up, offering only a slow nod before stepping into his apartment. nam-gyu wasn’t wrong, it did smell like cat food. and apparently, his cat was smart. beyond that, it was all surprisingly... fine. much cleaner than the chaos myung-gi had imagined in his head when thinking of where someone as unpredictable as nam-gyu would be living at. so he stood still, catching a glimpse of something alike softness as he watched him with his pet. like, really watched him. as if for the first time nam-gyu looked like something more than just one ticking bomb.

and it was the way the cat welcomed him that got to him; like she missed her owner.

even he’d been missed, he noted bitterly. a sigh escaped his lips as he ran a hand through his greasy hair, walking in further and shutting the door behind him. a small mirror caught his eye and he grimaced, and he noted that he looked even more disgusting than he originally thought he did.

“ i will pass, ” he mumbled when asked the question about petting her, sinking into a pretty uncomfortable chair. but anywhere felt comfortable after crawling back from the pits of hell. “ why is it that you’re the only man she likes? and we’ve been through worse than scratches, i don’t need that as the cherry on top. god, okay... how the hell are you still this energized? just say it, she’s not gonna pound on me if i pass out here, is she? scratch my face into shreds, hmm? ”

not that it mattered. the real question wasn’t about the cat. the real question was will you pound on me if i drift off here?

[plyr124]

Nam-Gyu ensured to keep listening to Myung-gi, yet he couldn't help but keep giving soft coos and hums as he nuzzled Aka, rocking her gently in his arms like how you would with a baby. Aka didn't seem to mind at least - naturally cats have the capacity to miss their owners. Owners equal routine, comfort and safety. The absence of Nam-Gyu must have had a major impact on her emotional state, so to have him back must give her great relief. Which wouldn't be too surprising. Like owner, like pet...

Yet Nam-Gyu wouldn't make these small sounds too loudly though - as much as he enjoyed being reunited with his furry, feline friend, he naturally values Myung-gi being with him. Perhaps even more. He's greedy, he craves human bond despite the bond that's been with him for longer. Does that make him a bad person? He feels like he should be thankful Aka didn't starve, thankful that his apartment wasn't broken into and ransacked - grateful that Aka is still here in general. Yet he can only be happy that another human is willing to spend time with him.

"Because I feed her." Underwhelming, much. But how else is Nam-Gyu meant to perceive Aka liking him? The only logic he can think of is because there's some kind of exchange going on. Her company for food - but it ran deeper than that. He was oblivious though, taking it at face value and never looking deeper. Watching Myung-gi sit down made his own legs start aching, as if begging for release from all the stress. He had forgotten about how much his legs hurt...

And so he would sit. Not on the couch or anywhere, but on the floor. He set the vocal cat down on his lap, running his fingers through her fur. Evidently, to pull out the fur that was shed yet stuck in her coat. He hadn't been able to take care of her properly, obviously - and he can't imagine how it must feel. And as he did this undeniably pleasing action for her, her vocalisations began to quieten down.

"I don't know why I'm so lively. I think I must be happy to be somewhere familiar." And with someone else. But most importantly - Safety. Because safety is a priority - home should always be a safe haven. He missed it all and although he knows he'll have to clean up, he knows he can do that later. It's not exactly the most important thing to do right now, even if it bothered him. He just knows the first chance he gets, contacting his plug is a must, "Don't worry about that, oh amazing Myung-gi. She doesn't attack if you're defenseless, like when you're asleep. She's a good kitty."

Nam-Gyu briefly stuck his tongue out, continuing to pull the loose fur out of her coat, ensuring to form it into one cluster. It....Wasn't graceful. It wasn't pleasant - certainly there were easier methods like using a brush, but he doesn't want to go looking for Aka's brush. Not when he could feel his legs finally thanking in for sitting down. Besides, his fingers are working just fine.

"If you're going to sleep, at least wait until we're both ready to drift off." He snorted, speaking like he barely cared. Like it was a joke, expecting to get a laugh or something. As unfortunate as it was, he just didn't want Myung-gi to sleep and leave him awake. Then he'd feel like he was alone again, and that was torture. He doesn't want to be alone! He wanted to fill the air with an array of conversations, not be forced to deal with the fact Myung-gi is around him, just unable to talk.

[mgco1n]

myung-gi’s gaze stayed on him and his cat. honestly, it was more unsettling seeing nam-gyu being affectionate toward a living thing than being his usual blunt self. the small part of myung-gi that envied him slowly faded as he reminded himself she was just a cat. not because she wasn’t important, but because thinking that way made him feel less pathetic. and it worked for him. sort of.

“ makes sense, ” he muttered when he finally answered his question. though it was obvious aka got most of the love nam-gyu had in him, if not all of it. “ i’d never really take you for the affectionate type. and you getting all handsy doesn’t count, because you’re fucking aware that’s just creepy, not nearly affectionate, ” he added, smirking faintly so it didn’t sound entirely like a jab. just maybe partially, anyway.

he then noticed when the other moved to sit on the cold floor instead. was it raw exhaustion catching up to him? myung-gi liked to think so. after all, this was his place. no sane person would pick the floor over a fucking chair, though nam-gyu’s sanity was debatable at best. “ does it bother me that i took your chair? do you even have another? or is this just you crawling down to stay close to your needy little pet... ” he muttered, trying not to relish too much the fact he had an upper hand on something as ridiculous as a chair.

he didn’t comment on the idea that maybe his cat even had him wrapped around her paw. his head wasn’t up for a fight, not when it was already on the verge of splitting open. and then nam-gyu asked something.

something so stupid myung-gi could only frown hard, as if the other had just tried to slap him. a short, mocking laugh left him, eyes narrowing as he tried to figure out if he was being serious or just screwing with him. “ ...i’m not gonna stand here waiting until your endless energy runs out so i can sleep, no, ” he immediately stated, “ who knows how long that would take? you can’t fucking stay still. i’m not controlling my eyes closing, and unlike you, i was actually on alert in that shithole making sure no one jumped me in my sleep, like your old friend thanos, ” the name always left a bad taste in his mouth. “ i’d get it if you were jealous of your bed, but you look way too comfortable on the floor, covered in fur already. ” with that, he stood up, making it obvious he wasn’t waiting for him to join.

myung-gi started wandering toward the bedroom. but it wasn’t that he disliked the other’s company anymore. quite the opposite, yet he’d not admit it unless he was ready to hear his nagging again. but his brain couldn’t keep running on fumes. he’d collapse with or without a mattress soon. “ where do you keep your bed here? you’re not using it anyway if you’re planning to stay up. lemme keep it. it’s not a big deal when i’m already in your damn apartment. ”

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[plays124]

it makes him laugh a little , the sound slightly girlish in a way . a creep , what a funny thing to call him , maybe the girls in the club were right after all — oftentimes he didn't spare a glance anyone's way , but ah you see , drugs are bad . ‘ 아니 , 아니 .. just gotta — you know just .. ‘ he stops himself when no efficient excuses come to his mind . so he simply sighs , and rests his forehead against mgcoin's arm instead . playing the role of a regretful mutt , knowing he's done something wrong . tomorrow , namgyu will face the uglier side of this dog finally sobering up and feeling exhausted . though his ' boss ' will take care of him , he always does , namgyu has no idea why he shares such treasure with him , but he does .

while the angrier hound hisses and barks , namgyu stays silent . eventually tilts his head and stares up at the other man . before straightening , not touching him anymore — his head tilts as he looks down . now what the fuck is this ? namgyu , scolded child , smiling knowingly down at the mattress . a part of his weird games , he waits for myunggi to stop scolding him like a good boy , and toys with his rings with the same smile ; like he deserves it , like myunggi has every right to spit those words in his face . ‘ thanos .. he doesn't see me . you know i think he does it on purpose . because i'm very important to him — yeah he , he knows my name . ‘ talking to himself ? to myunggi ? he brushes a few strands from his forehead with too much force , and rubs the side of his nose . thanos allows touches but he barely sees him , looks right through him , calls him namsu . his jaw clenches as he finally looks up at myunggi , and shrugs like a little girl , pleased with his own attitude so a smile involuntarily tugs at the corner of his red lips . ‘ i like it when you yell at me . you're always so pissed aha .. that's hot . you know . my type . ‘ distant men , unavailable men with deeply troubled pasts . namgyu plays with his zipper , and grins at myunggi . now when the drugs were going to wear off , namgyu was going to be a complete bitch just because he could . but now , now he's just in his own world .

[mgco1n]

eyes rolled back just slightly, almost enough to reach the back of his skull, and for a horrible split second he almost wished they did. there was no way he could follow that unhinged reasoning path of his, if one could even call it that when it had anything but reason. myung-gi dragged both hands through his hair in an attempt to release the tension simmering just beneath his skin ( god knew he just hated how greasy it felt; hated even more how nam-gyu seemed anything but disgusted by it. ) anything would’ve helped- anything to make pushing him away easier. yet somehow the stupid bastard made it so damn easy to put up with his irritating presence by bowing his head so pathetically. dark obsidian eyes narrowed as he watched him, caught in that same moony gaze like he wasn’t even here; like he’d discovered an entirely interesting universe buried deep somewhere inside of his filthy mattress. and still he didn’t even bother throwing mg coin’s words back at him, which was very unlike him back during daylight. myung-gi was well aware that if only stupid thanos were here, nam-gyu would’ve barked something in return as quick as light. but this version of nam-gyu was the one which thanos couldn’t pull the leash back.

“ he doesn’t see you because you’re too important, is that so? or maybe just because, let’s be real, because he simply doesn’t fucking care. because, come on, it’s more likely he doesn’t, isn’t it? knowing your name is the bare minimum he could do when you’re licking his boots every damn day, ” the bitter words slipped out easily. part of him believed it. after all how pathetic would it really be if thanos didn’t know his name? nam-gyu had been stuck to him like some peter pan shadow ever since he arrived; always breathing down his neck despite having a life of its own. still, another part ( the inconvenient part ), almost thought thanos did care. something he wouldn’t admit out loud, not when he craved nam-gyu on his side instead anyway. his raw, almost unwavering loyalty, if push comes to shove. thanos was his current priority, sure, even myung-gi knew he couldn’t compete with that. no matter how many times the guy came crawling back at night just to breathe in his sheets. “ ...i’m your type? ” he asked finally, lifting his gaze to meet nam-gyu’s. who even seemed more present now. not that it meant much anyway, but it did catch him off guard. pale porcelain hand reached for his wrist while the man’s toyed with his zipper, and he didn’t stop him. no, he wanted to see how far this wonderland went. the fact that nam-gyu hadn’t stormed out until now only made him urge he stayed longer. “ why? is it because i’m hot, like you whisper when you think i’m not listening? or because i don’t waste my time entertaining your damn bullshit? which one keeps you crawling back, hmm? ” he leaned in until his nose barely brushed against his. daring him to answer it.

[mgco1n]

myung-gi let out a breath that was particularly a scoff, his eyes narrowing as he stopped so he could properly look at nam-gyu, “ quit your bullshit, you’re really gonna say i stink? ” he muttered, brows raised almost passive aggressively, “ if your pills didn’t already consume your senses you’d know you’re not exactly walking around smelling any better, ” but he had no real bite to it, just raw stress, annoyance upon realizing he he was right. myung-gi rubbed his jacket sleeve under his nose like that would somehow change anything, stupidly hoping that he could scrub his sweat off. damn it, nam-gyu definitely wasn’t wrong. he did stink. bad.

until, slowly but surely, he pushed himself off the wall, yet he almost considered arguing against the invitation that sounded more like a hostile demand, but honestly? it wasn’t like he had anywhere better to go, and he’d be lucky if he didn’t run into a gang ready to skin him alive for stepping foot back home. “ is this just so you can fry me alive and hide my body in your apartment walls? ” he muttered, not too amused to show it wasn’t quite a joke. “ don’t think i forgot how pissed you were at me when that- that sorry ass rapper was still alive, ” and he meant it. nam-gyu had made it crystal clear he’d happily join in on teaching him a lesson back then. it was one hell of a shift since, and part of him still wondered if nam-gyu ever truly let that go.

“ a cat? ” he muttered, kicking a loose stone down the cracked pavement, “ you still get blood dirtying your hands, but the first thing on your mind is a cat, ” he shook his head, but there was no venom in it. if anything, it was closer to raw envy. at least nam-gyu had someone, even if it was a pet. “ so you always had her? or did she just show up one day like, ‘yeah, this psycho looks lonely enough’? ” he didn’t wait for an answer right away, “ what the hell was your life like before this? ” he asked, sharper now, but not angry. more like someone peeling off a scab to see if there’s still blood underneath. “ you’re the kind of guy i figured would be on some watchlist. but you talk about your cat like you still damn care, so... ” he paused, glancing at him sideways, “ you still have got anyone else? parents? shitty ex? any neighbors you traumatized? ”

* cont . @plyr124 .

[mgco1n]

it wasn’t like stairs had been myung-gi’s first choice. in fact, he regretted it the second he stepped up, but it was already too late to turn back. not that his pride would’ve let him take the damn elevator anyway, not with nam-gyu breathing over his shoulder like leatherface creeping after victims. until his eyes narrowed when instead he complimented him. because by that point, he was just being sarcastic to the point of unbearable. either way, myung-gi didn’t have the patience to deal with his insane ass. all he wanted was to make sure no one came for his head on his way up, get to nam-gyu’s stupid apartment, and crash hard enough to only wake up the next day. hopefully anyway.

and then nam-gyu said something that hit like a truck in the middle of the road. “ ...shut up, ” he muttered, voice low. not as icy as before, but more like he was trying not to snap. guilt was already tearing him apart inside; he didn’t need nam-gyu rubbing salt into it. the mental image of guys waiting to beat him unconscious in an elevator made a shiver run down his spine ( which he prayed nam-gyu didn’t catch ), and he turned with his most fed-up glare. “ you’d just sit and watch? that’s what you’re saying? i’d hope you could fucking relish it like you and your little thanos friend always did back then, it’s not like you’d see a single coin back if i got my ass kicked, ” he snapped, clinging to the chance of winning that stupid discussion so he would shut up.

not that it helped. myung-gi wanted nam-gyu and all the others to get their money back, even if almost no one believed him when he said that. it didn’t go into his pockets! he’d been tricked too, same as the rest of them. god, he even ended up in the same hellhole that they did. wasn’t that enough punishment? he nearly said it aloud, but bit it back. it would sound too much like an apology, and he wasn’t ready to go down the emotional route with nam-gyu. not when both of them were running on fumes and hunger. he’d save that for another time.

“ i don’t think stalkers get to dress things up with terms like ‘refined obsession’… obsession’s obsession, ” he muttered, ignoring the warning not to let it go to his head. a smirk threatened to tug at his mouth; he didn’t let it show, not fully, but deep down? it really didn’t matter if it was a crazed fangirl printing idol posters or nam-gyu listening to his old videos on repeat. either way, it was obsession over someone who didn’t even know you existed.

how was it any different?

hearing him talk like that, remembering how much he used to like him, only twisted the guilt deeper into his ribs. silently, anyway. so he stayed quiet the rest of the way up, offering only a slow nod before stepping into his apartment. nam-gyu wasn’t wrong, it did smell like cat food. and apparently, his cat was smart. beyond that, it was all surprisingly... fine. much cleaner than the chaos myung-gi had imagined in his head when thinking of where someone as unpredictable as nam-gyu would be living at. so he stood still, catching a glimpse of something alike softness as he watched him with his pet. like, really watched him. as if for the first time nam-gyu looked like something more than just one ticking bomb.

and it was the way the cat welcomed him that got to him; like she missed her owner.

even he’d been missed, he noted bitterly. a sigh escaped his lips as he ran a hand through his greasy hair, walking in further and shutting the door behind him. a small mirror caught his eye and he grimaced, and he noted that he looked even more disgusting than he originally thought he did.

“ i will pass, ” he mumbled when asked the question about petting her, sinking into a pretty uncomfortable chair. but anywhere felt comfortable after crawling back from the pits of hell. “ why is it that you’re the only man she likes? and we’ve been through worse than scratches, i don’t need that as the cherry on top. god, okay... how the hell are you still this energized? just say it, she’s not gonna pound on me if i pass out here, is she? scratch my face into shreds, hmm? ”

not that it mattered. the real question wasn’t about the cat. the real question was will you pound on me if i drift off here?

[gnawu]

player 333

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄, pt. 1.   (  a collection of various  dialogue + action prompts centered around muses exploring kinks.  feel free to adjust as desired. heavily mature content, dni with these prompts if you are under 18, & DO NOT use these prompts to portray non-consensual scenarios.  )

-> bondage.

are these too tight ?

you look so good like this, all splayed out for me.

hands off, or i'll have to tie them down.

feel that ? every knot tightens when you squirm.

can we try the cuffs tonight ?

tell me where you want my mouth, since your hands can't reach.

don't worry, i'm going to take my time with you.

hold out your wrists.

[ BOUND ] sender finishes tying receiver's second hand to the bedframe. [ TIE ] sender creates makeshift hand restraints for receiver out of clothes / etc. [ STRUGGLE ] sender thrashes against their restraints in throes of pleasure. [ REPRIEVE ] sender unties receiver during sex so they can finally touch them.

-> predator / prey.

i'll give you a head start.

clever hiding spot ... pity i know every inch of these woods.

fear tastes sweeter than surrender.

[ naaame ], where aree youuu ?

your whimpers sound more honest than your words.

chase me, catch me, then see what i do.

your scent gives you away. heat and salt and want.

please, as if you could outrun me.

you can't hide forever, [ name ].

you look pretty enough to eat.

[ CHASE ] sender chases receiver through the woods. [ HIDE & SEEK ] sender has hidden, receiver is hunting them down. [ BITE ] sender digs their teeth into the hollow of receiver's neck. [ CAPTURED ] after catching them, sender straddles receiver on the ground.

-> voyeurism.

don't tell me, show me.

sit there and don't move. just watch.

keep your eyes on the mirror ... watch yourself come undone for me.

show me how you touch yourself when you're alone.

see how stunning you look like this ?

you don't get to touch me yet.

louder. i want them to hear you.

[ WATCH ] sender disallows receiver from touching them, they can only watch. [ DISPLAY ] sender touches themselves knowing receiver is watching. [ WITNESS ] sender and receiver have sex knowing a third party is watching. [ SURPRISE ] sender gets nudes from receiver while at an event together.

[plays124]

mister shaky hands had roamed the streets and tested every single drug that you could name — begged for them like a pathetic little dog , addiction is the mother of all wicked things or something like that . he was ready to do anything to have his fix , back then he had much more insulting names sticking to him then mister shaky hands . the bastard has gotten him in this mess anyway ! now he's doing this . namgyu jumps and tries to snatch it away , laughs shakily when it's pulled away from his grasp . he covers his mouth with a trembling hand and closes his eyes ; gotta calm down , it's there , all he has to do is to take it , those babies aren't going anywhere . ‘ fuck .. fuck you bastard . ‘ he is laughing again , quietly as he rubs his weary forehead . the tremor in his fingers are visible , every partner he's been with had either made fun of it or yelled at him to man up . funny . thanos' name makes him rabid . he growls out of nowhere and launches at him once more , fingers itching to wrap around the bastard's neck but he stumbles again . ends up on his knees , the frustration he feels out of his feeble attempt to fight makes him slap the ground and yells . ‘ it's your fucking fault anyway ! who got me in this mess ? i was living my miserable fucking life ! i was — i was .. ‘ yeah it's not going to make myunggi give them back to him . he sits there on his knees in the bathroom , a tear rolling down his cheek . he wipes it while he licks his lip , and whispers ; ‘ i need to get good just one more time . then i will stop . i need it .. i need it . ‘ then he holds his shaky hand out , stares up at myunggi .

* cont. @mgco1n

[mgco1n]

myung-gi simply stared down at him, arms crossed, the stolen prize still dangling carelessly between his fingers like it meant nothing. because, honestly, it really didn’t. he couldn’t care less about the stupid object, aside for the fact it meant he had nam-gyu’s pathetic ass begging on his knees. all that power play held something about it that made him tilt his head with the kind of pity that wasn’t pity at all, maybe that bastard deserved suffering withdrawal longer so he’d learn not to push his fucking buttons. “ ...jesus christ, look at you, ” he said, voice smooth, almost amused, “ all of that shitty show over- over some pills? is that so? fucking pathetic. what? you think crying’s gonna get it back? you think groveling makes you honest? ” he crouched down slowly, not to help; just to be closer, just so namgyu could see the sneer on his face more clearly. “ you say just one more time like it’s a promise, but we both know it’s a punchline. you're not gonna stop nugging my head, whether i ruined what i’m sure that was already a miserable life, or not. you don’t want to, ” his hand hovered near namgyu’s face, not quite touching. see if he was sick enough to dwell into physical contact when he wasn’t who bothered others with it. “ don’t give me that shit about how i got you into it, and don’t pretend you weren’t halfway down this road before you ever heard about me, ” he stood upright again, stepping backwards, now letting the silence stretch before tossing the tiniest sliver of what nam-gyu wanted so bad onto the cold bathroom floor. “ you want it? take it. but remember who’s feeding you, ” oh surely the bastard would thank him. kiss his feet so devotedly for his kind gesture, if he asked him, or even if he didn’t. hopefully he could still have a chance to thank myung-gi over handing it back by doing something useful, back in the games.

[mgco1n]

myung-gi let out a breath that was particularly a scoff, his eyes narrowing as he stopped so he could properly look at nam-gyu, “ quit your bullshit, you’re really gonna say i stink? ” he muttered, brows raised almost passive aggressively, “ if your pills didn’t already consume your senses you’d know you’re not exactly walking around smelling any better, ” but he had no real bite to it, just raw stress, annoyance upon realizing he he was right. myung-gi rubbed his jacket sleeve under his nose like that would somehow change anything, stupidly hoping that he could scrub his sweat off. damn it, nam-gyu definitely wasn’t wrong. he did stink. bad.

until, slowly but surely, he pushed himself off the wall, yet he almost considered arguing against the invitation that sounded more like a hostile demand, but honestly? it wasn’t like he had anywhere better to go, and he’d be lucky if he didn’t run into a gang ready to skin him alive for stepping foot back home. “ is this just so you can fry me alive and hide my body in your apartment walls? ” he muttered, not too amused to show it wasn’t quite a joke. “ don’t think i forgot how pissed you were at me when that- that sorry ass rapper was still alive, ” and he meant it. nam-gyu had made it crystal clear he’d happily join in on teaching him a lesson back then. it was one hell of a shift since, and part of him still wondered if nam-gyu ever truly let that go.

“ a cat? ” he muttered, kicking a loose stone down the cracked pavement, “ you still get blood dirtying your hands, but the first thing on your mind is a cat, ” he shook his head, but there was no venom in it. if anything, it was closer to raw envy. at least nam-gyu had someone, even if it was a pet. “ so you always had her? or did she just show up one day like, ‘yeah, this psycho looks lonely enough’? ” he didn’t wait for an answer right away, “ what the hell was your life like before this? ” he asked, sharper now, but not angry. more like someone peeling off a scab to see if there’s still blood underneath. “ you’re the kind of guy i figured would be on some watchlist. but you talk about your cat like you still damn care, so... ” he paused, glancing at him sideways, “ you still have got anyone else? parents? shitty ex? any neighbors you traumatized? ”

* cont . @plyr124 .

[mgco1n]

myung-gi rolled his eyes, silently questioning how his life choices had brought him here, dragging a nail along the scab like it was honestly the only thing keeping him sane right now. god knows, maybe it was. “ aka’s got better luck than me- someone who actually wants her around without some messed-up agenda... believe me when i say that you’re living in a fairy tale, ” a half mocking half deadpan comment as he shot nam-gyu a look, shaking his head just enough to rile him up. “ misery loves company, huh? lucky me, stuck here with you and your pig-killing fantasies. ”

slowly myung-gi rubbed the back of his neck, eyes flicking around the cramped streets like he was already plotting escape routes; but really, he wasn’t planning on going anywhere. and nam-gyu’s company was a breath of relief in that empty night; even though he’d rather die than admit it. “ your uncle sounds like one of those dusty photo albums nobody wants to look at. like, too awkward to throw away but useless as hell. family’s great at being inconvenient reminders, i guess... i, uh, i’m not exactly eager to dive back into that mess either... ”

myung-gi’s voice dropped low when he mentioned jun-hee, that subtle glimpse of something fragile breaking through his sharp edge as her image came into his mind. as much as he tried to shove it back, she came back. she always did. “ i don’t have her, see, she- she actually wants me gone, ” he revealed, the words tasting bitter on his tongue since for the first time they felt like they were true. it wasn’t easy to say; but nam-gyu opening up surprisingly fueled him. it sat heavy in his chest. jun-hee was pregnant. from his cold. the thought alone twisted something tight inside, a mix of shame and fear he wasn’t ready to unpack.

shaking his stupid thoughts off, he glanced around the dark streets again, “ what’s the verdict? are we getting closer? ” he asked, porcelain pale hand running over his now greasy strands of hair, “ you liking me after i made you lose money is the perfect sign that you’ve lost it. plus if you like me that much, you’d still be subscribed to my stupid family youtube channel, ” he joked, even if myung-gi didn’t often do that. maybe he was less tense, or maybe he wanted to bury the jun-hee topic for good. or maybe both.

[plyr124]

Nam-Gyu couldn't help but give a soft oooh sound, pressing his lips against each other in a tight line. But realistically, he couldn't care much. In fact, it works in his favor - because if Jun-hee doesn't want him, then that means more Myung-gi for him! And honestly, he won't complain. He can't, really - considering how eager he's been to have Myung-gi's company. Was it selfish? To seek out a connection and want to have so much time with said connection? Maybe it was the grief talking, but Nam-Gyu is desperate.

"With every step, yeah. A few more turns and we should come to the building. It feels kind of weird walking home instead of sleeping on those bunks." He mused, briefly glancing up at the sky. The sky - and not just the ceiling. It was beautiful. It made him feel like everything was okay now - he never appreciated something he saw daily until now. Though a part of him couldn't help but miss those bunks, being surrounded by people. In the entirety, he kind of misses the situation.

Nam-Gyu soon snorted a laugh, shaking his head, "Oh before I lost my money I was crazy for you. Like, literally insane." But he wouldn't elaborate. He wouldn't mention how he had previously taped a picture of Myung-gi onto the wall so he had motivation to work. He wouldn't mention how he watched, and sometimes even slept, Myung-gi's videos multiple times. And he certainly wouldn't mention how at one point he ate a picture of him - that certainly may set alarm bells off, and Nam-Gyu would rather avoid alarming him. Especially since he grimaced at his own actions.

Eventually, Nam-Gyu pulled Myung-gi down another bend, but he certainly perked up more. No doubt, this was the street his building was in. And no doubt he was more concerned about the current status of his pet - certainly that was the obvious, with how he suddenly picked the pace up. Once they got to the building entrance, Nam-Gyu grinned, looking to Myung-gi as he briefly stuck his tongue out, quickly retracting it back into his mouth.

"Wanna go up the stairs or use the elevator?" He giggled, finding humor in the question. After all, in general Nam-Gyu would use the stairs. But after using the stairs in the game multiple times, he would hope it'd be something teasing to say. A inside joke stemming from the worst situation imaginable. Nam-Gyu would soon push open the door, holding it open for Myung-gi, "I live on the fifth floor, so seriously. If you don't think you can walk up the stairs, we should take the elevator."

[mgco1n]

finally myung-gi stepped through the door without looking at him, shoulders stiff, eyes scanning the dim hallway like someone was still chasing them. probably because people could be, who the hell knows. the games might’ve ended, but the fallout was just beginning. people held grudge from him any and everywhere it was honestly no wonder he was paranoid over being watched by random hawks.

“ fifth floor, huh? ” he muttered, glancing at the stairs that seemed endless, “ figures you'd pick the most inconvenient level. should’ve known you were the type to make people... work for it, ” he didn’t wait for a response, already taking the first step up like it didn’t matter to him either way, even if his legs were screaming at him to rest. pride had always been myung-gi’s deadly sin. “ besides, ” he added, voice a little breathless but smug, “ everyone knows elevators are for the rich and the lazy, and last i checked, you’re still sad, and broke. ”

by the third floor, he was slowing, though he masked it well; kept one hand shoved in his pocket like he was just casually strolling through hell. “ ...crazy for me, hm? ” he echoed, tossing the words over his shoulder with a deadpan eye roll. “ you’re not exactly subtle, nam-gyu. you stared at me like i was the prize money, even before you lost everything, ” slowly but surely he smirked, shooting a glance at him. like he knew it all along, but hearing him saying it devoted made him almost guilty he’d made him lose it all. “ you’re getting the full experience. hope it lives up to your... creep obsession. ”

but there was a flicker of something in his voice; tired, maybe. hollowed out in the corners. like he was trying to be sharp because soft things didn’t survive long. when they reached the landing, he leaned back against the wall for a second, eyes darting to the door. “ ...you- you sure it’s safe? ” he asked, his voice quieter, using one of his hands so he could grip onto his shoulder so he’d hold him back before he walked in, “ i’m not dying over your cat, nam-gyu, ” still, he didn’t leave. be it by choice or by a lack of it, myung-gi didn’t even know anymore.

[linusbenjamin]

Im Si-wan as Lee Myung-gi Squid Game S3.E2 "The Starry Night"

[plays124]

briefly , the length of his index finger touches his lips as a feeble attempt to shut the man up , and briefly does he glance around to make sure nobody's awake or too scared of him to say anything in the daylight if they are . nervous but grinning , reddened lips stretched over slightly crooked set of teeth , too much so he had to cover his smile with his palm . ‘ he — wouldn't like it if he found out yeah ? yeah , myunggee huh ? hmm . ‘ he scratches the side of his forehead before tucking the already tucked hair behind his ears . soft hushes leave the other's lips , getting to fix the covers on myung's shoulders like a careful mother .

but suddenly he's pausing , his head leaning downward . 333's back is turned to namgyu and maybe that's better — he's uttering more words to namgyu than thanos ever has , he's sober , he's so fun to rile up because myunggi doesn't say no to pretty much any sort of touch . namgyu leans in , brushes the tip of his nose against the bump of myunggi's shoulder . ah such scent — how the hell this bastard keeps smelling like this after the games ? you know what they say ; if you're attracted to the scent of someone's sweat , you're .. probably just a little horny and might be clever to think about taking a cold shower . ‘ ah - heh . ‘ his palm presses on myunggi's arm , squeezes and rubs . trying to turn him to face the ceiling , eager and kinda excited . thanos has been generous today , namgyu is awfully touchy when he's high . at least slightly , he feels a bit dizzy and euphoric that's all . ‘ ya' smell so good .. very good . you use a cologne ? ‘ a useless question just to stir something , just to hear something , to wait to hear something while he's fucking smelling myunggi like some rabid dog looking for pets . and myunggi won't pet him . namgyu's chin rests atop his knuckles , while his hands grip myunggi's arm . he tilts his head to catch myunggi'a eyes , squeezes him like a pillow , whispers quietly ; ‘ let me smell . ‘

* cont. @mgco1n

[mgco1n]

it was instinctively that he’d pulled his head back, just enough so that his sick ass finger was no longer pressed against the skin of his lips, yet not far enough to actually stop himself from moving it back in, if he only wished to. dark obsidian eyes narrowed at nam-gyu as if he were standing in front of a particularly deranged poltergeist; far too unhinged to reason with, far too useful to turn his back on. yet somehow mg coin still held himself back from cursing at him, despite his successful attempt of getting under his skin. lifting his gaze from the hand on his shoulder; it was almost as if other male was already too far gone in his wonderland of withdrawal to give a damn about being caught licking his boots like some pathetic little puppy. even when he’d been the stupid junkie who asked him not to tell in the first place.

next he knew myung-gi exhaled a short, dry sigh that burned his throat, tilting his head just enough to glance at nam-gyu without really looking at him. part of him feared that acknowledging the creep too much might give him even more reason to keep going, even if it would have been easier to simply tug away. but he doesn’t. “ you’re such a- such a fucking creep, ” he muttered, voice edged with annoyance like it always did around the bastard, but there's a flicker of something smug under it. like he’s trying not to enjoy the attention as much as he did. “ is this what you do when your boss isn’t looking? crawl around sniffing people like some freak in heat? ” his shoulder twitched ever so slightly under namgyu’s nose, and yet so he stood still; like he’d got all the time in the world to let this play out. because, in a way, he did. “ ...you know you look fucking pathetic, right? don’t you? ” he hissed under bis breath, whileas that glint on his eyes became malicous, “ thanos doesn’t let you do this kinda shit or what? is that why you’re out here begging for scraps like a good little mutt or what? is that what it is? ”

[plyr124]

Rae is giving me the permission to post what I redrew with the inspiration of her Myung-gi and obviously my Nam-Gyu. I dunno if this makes any sense, so I hope it does.

Do not reblog unless you're @mgco1n !

Also gotta include the original, obviously. Otherwise I'll feel guilty...

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄, pt. 1.   (  a collection of various  dialogue + action prompts centered around muses exploring kinks.  feel free to adjust as desired. heavily mature content, dni with these prompts if you are under 18, & DO NOT use these prompts to portray non-consensual scenarios.  )

-> bondage.

are these too tight ?

you look so good like this, all splayed out for me.

hands off, or i'll have to tie them down.

feel that ? every knot tightens when you squirm.

can we try the cuffs tonight ?

tell me where you want my mouth, since your hands can't reach.

don't worry, i'm going to take my time with you.

hold out your wrists.

[ BOUND ] sender finishes tying receiver's second hand to the bedframe. [ TIE ] sender creates makeshift hand restraints for receiver out of clothes / etc. [ STRUGGLE ] sender thrashes against their restraints in throes of pleasure. [ REPRIEVE ] sender unties receiver during sex so they can finally touch them.

-> predator / prey.

i'll give you a head start.

clever hiding spot ... pity i know every inch of these woods.

fear tastes sweeter than surrender.

[ naaame ], where aree youuu ?

your whimpers sound more honest than your words.

chase me, catch me, then see what i do.

your scent gives you away. heat and salt and want.

please, as if you could outrun me.

you can't hide forever, [ name ].

you look pretty enough to eat.

[ CHASE ] sender chases receiver through the woods. [ HIDE & SEEK ] sender has hidden, receiver is hunting them down. [ BITE ] sender digs their teeth into the hollow of receiver's neck. [ CAPTURED ] after catching them, sender straddles receiver on the ground.

-> voyeurism.

don't tell me, show me.

sit there and don't move. just watch.

keep your eyes on the mirror ... watch yourself come undone for me.

show me how you touch yourself when you're alone.

see how stunning you look like this ?

you don't get to touch me yet.

louder. i want them to hear you.

[ WATCH ] sender disallows receiver from touching them, they can only watch. [ DISPLAY ] sender touches themselves knowing receiver is watching. [ WITNESS ] sender and receiver have sex knowing a third party is watching. [ SURPRISE ] sender gets nudes from receiver while at an event together.

[mgco1n]

stop acting so childish . (From Jun-hee)

acting so childish? she was the one who’d gotten pregnant, despite all the effort they’d put into making sure that wouldn’t happen, and now he was the one being called childish just because he was in shock? myung-gi paced around his living room, even though he’d already done it a dozen times and there was barely any space left to wander within the claustrophobic walls of his apartment. he breathed in deeply, then out, then looked up at jun-hee while locking her eyes with his deadpan pair. “ childish? ” he repeated, and the word sounded even more offensive coming from his own lips, “ god, i- i swear, you’re unbelievable, jun-hee! now i’m acting childish just because i’m not actually ready to be a dad?! ” she couldn’t ask that of him. not now. not when he was already going through hell with his youtube channel collapsing and thousands of fooled subscribers practically demanding his bleeding head on a table. “ you- you said you were protecting! didn’t you?! fuck, i- i was careful, i was the most careful i knew how to be! and now you’re really going to blame this one on me?! ” his voice cracked, frustration laced into every word in a way that he couldn’t quite hide off. “ listen- i’m sorry, but i seriously do think you’re a little too grown not to expect a reality check- that i wouldn’t welcome your big news with open arms, ” he sat down beside her, shaky porcelain hands dragging down his face as he sat in silence; quietly, as if desperately hoping she could understand his side in it better.

[mgco1n]

put it down before somebody gets hurt .

he wasn’t a complete and utter savage, like thanos the rest of the o team he’d been helping keep in line after that bathroom blowout. still, myung-gi wasn’t hypocrite enough to lie to himself. because heaven knows how he’d absolutely felt the urge to grab that shard of broken glass and stab dae-ho straight in the jugular after seeing him with jun-hee. but instead he just breathed deep. dae-ho already had plenty of nasty players putting a prize out for his head, and honestly? myung-gi was certain that even if it wasn’t by his own hands, someone cowardly like that wouldn’t last long when push came to shove. “ what, you mean- you mean this thing? ” brows raised while he studied the piece of glass in his hands, before he slowly set it aside, like he was trying to prove to a deer that the pistol in his grip wasn’t loaded. “ i’m not gonna hurt you. and even if i wanted to, which i don’t, no one smart would do it in front of everyone here. listen, i say you’re paranoid since i know you’ve been making some wrong people... angry, ” he added, lifting his head just enough to deliberately glance around the room, “ care to say who’s bothering you the most? i know it’s definitely not jun-hee’s team, since you- you guys seem like you’re closer, huh? ” his words were laced with a subtle venom; eyes glinting as they stared onto his, watching for even the smallest flicker across his face that might prove him right.

[mgco1n]

put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) . / from @plays124 he's talking about his drugggs and he's trembling hehhehahaha

myung-gi might not know how to name everything out here, but he wasn’t goddamn stupid. even if he couldn’t quite label whatever the fuck it was he had in his hands, it didn’t take a genius to know it wasn’t good news. “ you really think i don’t know what a goddamn drug is, do you? ” he asked, voice edged like a knife as his porcelain-pale fingers toyed with thanos’ necklace after bending down to grip it. god knows he’d looked borderline feral when it first slipped across the guys’ bathroom floor, less so once myung-gi got his hands on it, and now he was trembling like a dog in the heat because myung-gi dared to open it instead of handing it back right way. “ trust me, i- i know what it does, even if you don’t fucking realize it, ‘cause i’m literally seeing how pathetic it makes you look, ” he muttered, eyes scanning the cold sweat, the twitchy fingers, the way nam-gyu seemed like he might either bolt or collapse. myung-gi stepped in closer, a flicker of something darker in his gaze as he moved like he might give it back, only to pull it away again just as nam-gyu’s fingers brushed the chain, teasing like a handler dangling raw meat just out of reach. “ dare i say, even you don’t know what the fuck it does- it belonged to thanos first, didn’t it? not you, ” the necklace dangled between them now, swinging just slightly, breath brushing the space between their faces as he leaned just a bit too close. “ ...do you even know what the fuck you’re doing, nam-gyu? ”