#squid game s2

[anotherlikeyou]

Therapy is expensive, toxic old men yaoi is free

[001x456]

found this on tiktok and I legit choked on my drink

[midnite-c6]

we need desperate withdrawal needy namgyu smut🙏🏻🙏🏻

he was begging and EVERYTHING. like he was looking up at someone half of the time and it was so HOT. no proofread :<

｡⁠☆ you got thanos’s "special" cross necklace, hiding it from nam-gyu, and when he finds out you have it, he'll do anything for you to give it back!

warnings: 18+, sex, nam-gyu x fem!reader, needy!nam-gyu, dubcon, degradation || ♡

⊂•⁠.⁠✧ you find the cross necklace during the hide and seek game, right there on the floor. you knew nam-gyu had taken a hold of it ever since thanos got eliminated, but maybe it was for the best if he didn't have it, he was way too crazy and blood-thirsty when he was consuming those pills anyway.

without those pills, he was a mess! hands constantly rubbing on his blood-stained face, ruffling his own hair, and finishing his water bottle in a matter of seconds, he lived for those pills.

and when he sees you, during lunch time, eyeing a familiar piece of metal right on-top of your bed, he was speeding to get to you. you immediately notice him, and the best thing you could do was hide it in your pockets.

"fuck, i-i know you have it." you shake your head, feigning ignorance, "what?" you tilt your head to the side. "the- the pills! the fuckin' necklace, i know you have it! just give it to me!" he grabs your hands, though he was fairly weaker without the courage of ecstacy. you shake your head again. "we can share? c'mon just, please." he gets on his knees, knuckles clenched as he looks up at you with pleading eyes, you'd almost feel bad. "please, i'll do anything, anything!"

"well, can you do me a favor...?"

"what do girls like you even want in return?" you want to win. you want to live. you want to get out of these games alive. "y-you lookin' for uh- uhm, pleasure? yeah, can fuck you real good, just... just give it back in return." you were actually thinking about him being your guard to win the final game but— "really, is that the only thing you think girls want?" he manages to smile, "what else?"

"you look deprived. tired," he continues, ironic how he was the deprived one. "and i think you choose to be stubborn about giving it to me," he places both of his hands on either side of your legs. "cuz' you know i can force it outta’ ya..." you furrowed your brows, looking down at him, he was still in control. "i can make- make you feel good, just give it. you're so fucking difficult."

"m'having a fucking hard time." "we all are-" "yeah, but i'll die, might die without it, so please.. are you telling me you'd kill me?" you don't answer. "you're a heartless bitch, you're better than that, please?" he was so persistent in begging, like he'd forgotten how egotistical he was just a few hours ago, just because of withdrawal and sobriety.

what's the best next thing to drugs? sex. what were you supposed to do when he was so good at pleading his case?

you both manage to go inside the bathrooms, sharing a single bathroom stall. he's fucking you into the wall, hands gripping your waist, guiding you against his bucking hips. dick ramming in and outside of your dripping cunt. it wasn't hardcore or rough, it was sloppy and needy. the perfect amount of fast and pleasurable. he for sure needed to taste the drugs again, the feeling of your cunt is just an added bonus. "yesss... i bet- i bet you're feeling just as good as i do when i drug out." the tip of his cock kisses your cervix, for some reason it felt more pleasurable than painful than you'd originally imagine. maybe you were actually hungry for dick. nam-gyu was just the perfect guy for it.

he fucks you desperate, and it's honestly a win-win situation for him. he's glad you're the one who got it, since you're so easy, so easy to please and play with. "you're g'nna.. give it to me-" plap! plap! plap! "right after this-" plap! "yeah?" plap! "m'so good for you, and you're so good to me... fuck!"

he continues to fuck you, with no proper rhythm, just whatever feels right. mouth latched onto your neck, leaving not-so-subtle hickies all over, he's suddenly claimed you. "hope— they hear you, the guards- hope the other stupid fuckin' jerks hear you, moaning-" sometimes, he'd pull out his dick all the way, just to shove it all in again, just for that ecstatic feeling, he knows you like it, what else are you moaning for? "guess i know why stupid thanos would keep talking about a bitch like you- you feel good."

"and, after we win, yes, we're teammates now," he grins, looking down at you as he continues to mark your neck, the stinging pain being somewhat aided with his tongue licking the bites. "...don't forget it. since you're so sweet— wanna fuck you again, okay?" he gets the cross necklace from your pockets, fixing his pants and everything as he leaves you. poor you all messed up on the floors of the men's bathrooms.

in the end, he wins. he always does.

oh namgyu fans were fed this season . writer freedom is cray.

[trashgyrl]

he wants that cookie so baddd 😭😭

[catchastarorten]

—License and registration, please.

Pairing: Hwang Jun-ho x wife!fem!reader

Summary: Did you pass the speed limit? No. Did Jun-ho pull you over anyways to steal a few moments (and kisses) with you? Yes.

Content: fluff, shared kisses, a girl flirting with him but Jun-ho being very loyal, English isn’t my first language, mistakes should be present, not proofread, sorry!

Word count: ~ 1.1k

The air was cool that afternoon, sunlight glinting off the windshields of passing cars. Traffic duty wasn’t exactly glamorous, but it was steady, and after everything Jun-ho had endured chasing shadows and secrets, it wasn’t so bad. He didn’t mind the transfer. It gave him time to breathe. To be with you.

A motorcycle driving into sight caught his eyes, bringing him out of his thoughts. A man carrying a girl on the back, helmet-less.

Jun-ho approached the two as the motorcycle came to a stop, his partner—a younger, less experienced officer trailed after him.

“You’re not wearing a helmet. Your license, please.” he took out a small tablet as the man cursed, eyes full of impatience and annoyance.

“Isn’t this entrapment? Hiding to catch people is shady. You want to squeeze money out of broke citizens?” the man scoffed.

“Your license, please.” Jun-ho ignored him and extended a hand out, waiting.

The man handed over his license begrudgingly as the girl sitting behind him on the motorcycle hopped down, giving the man a reassuring pat as if saying, “I’ve got this,” before coming closer to Jun-ho.

“Look, can’t you just let us go? I’m wearing one.” she gestured to her own helmet, giving it a steady pat.

“No, ma’am.”

The girl frowned, but took a second look at him and her eyes sparkled, peering at him. “Hey, you’re really handsome!” her voice tuned into a higher pitch at her excitement, as if she found some treasure.

“I could charge you with obstruction.” Jun-ho said dryly, checking the information on the small tablet in his hand.

“You’re a tough cookie,” the girl smiled wider, taking out her phone. She snapped a few pictures, striking different poses as Jun-ho tried to avoid the camera, his head ducked low as he scanned over the information shown on the tablet. The man on the motorcycle narrowed his eyes at the sight.

As the ticket printed out from a machine strapped to Jun-ho’s vest, the girl patted his shoulder. “Come on, get in here!” she leaned closer, but he stepped away to maintain a good distance, before walking over to the man.

Jun-ho handed the ticket to the guy. “The fine for not wearing a helmet is 20,000 won. Pay it on time.”

The man snatched the ticket away as the girl continued fawning.

“What’s your number? Are you single?” she squealed.

Jun-ho blinked, momentarily taken aback, before he smirked softly and raised his hand, the band on his finger glinting in the sunlight. “Happily married,” he said simply, his voice warm.

The girl’s excitement evaporated, replaced by a pout. “Seriously? Who’s the lucky woman?”

Jun-ho didn’t answer, instead he walked back to the squad car.

The man drove off on his motorcycle, a bitterness clinging onto him. The girl was startled and chased after the guy, shouting and exclaiming and throwing her helmet at him but missing while trying to catch up, her loud curses disappearing into the distance along with the motorcycle.

Jun-ho watched the scene unfold with an amused smile, shaking his head before getting back into the squad car. His rookie partner shot him a bewildered look. “Does that happen to you a lot?”

“More than you’d think. Just ignore them,” Jun-ho replied, settling back into his seat, looking down at the band on his ring finger as his eyes softened, already missing you.

They were driving back toward their usual patrol route when Jun-ho caught sight of a familiar car in the distance. It was yours, the unmistakable silhouette of the vehicle and the way it handled the road bringing an instant smile to his face.

“Pulling over for a second,” he told his rookie partner.

“What? Why?”

Without explanation, Jun-ho sped up slightly, falling into step behind your car before flicking on the lights. You weren’t speeding—you rarely did—but you pulled your car to the side of the road obediently anyway, your indicator blinking calmly, putting the car in park.

Jun-ho stepped out of the patrol car, smoothing his uniform. His partner stayed inside, fiddling with the radio.

He walked up to your window, tapping lightly on the glass, then gestured for you to roll it down. When you turned to look at him, he saw the way your eyes flickered in recognition and affectionate annoyance. He could already feel his heart melting.

You raised an eyebrow, playing along as you pressed the button and lowered the window.

“Officer,” you said, your voice laced with playful suspicion. “What’s the problem?”

Jun-ho leaned against the frame, speaking in a serious way, though the corners of his mouth twitched. “License and registration, please.”

You scoffed. “I wasn’t speeding. You know I wasn’t speeding.”

“You were driving suspiciously… within the speed limit,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Very suspicious.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Am I really getting a ticket for obeying the law?”

“Yes,” he said, dipping his head closer, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “But you can pay in kisses.”

Before you could respond, he leaned in through the open window, his lips brushing yours in a tender, stolen kiss. It was soft, warm, and lingering—the kind of kiss that reminded you just how much he adored you. When he pulled back, he waited for just a moment before stealing another kiss. And then another.

“Jun-ho,” you mumbled, your voice half-scolding but mostly filled with affection.

“One more,” he murmured, his hand resting lightly on the edge of the window.

You gave in, letting him kiss you again.

“That’ll cover it,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement as he pulled back, his eyes lingering on yours.

Just as he straightened, the passenger door of the squad car opened, and his rookie partner stepped out, looking thoroughly confused. “Uh… everything okay?”

Jun-ho let out a sigh, his expression shifting back to something more professional, though you could still see the softness in his eyes when he glanced at you. “Everything’s fine,” he said. “I’ll be there in a minute, go wait in the car.”

The officer hesitated but nodded, retreating back to the patrol car, leaving the two of you alone again.

“Guess that’s my cue,” Jun-ho said, his voice softening as he looked at you.

You smiled warmly. “I’ll see you at home.”

“I’ll be there,” he promised. “Sharp.”

With one last lingering look, Jun-ho stepped back, letting you drive off. He stood there for a moment, watching your car disappear down the road, his heart full.

As he returned to the squad car, his rookie partner gave him a questioning look, but Jun-ho didn’t offer an explanation. Some things were just for him to cherish.

[paracozmistari]

Born to

Forced to

[thanosspills]

THANOS LORE DROPPED

university???? graduate school???

i have so many questions was bro going to school while he was a famous rapper?

also he finished graduate school the year gi-hun won the games

[meadowfics]

maternal instinct

hwang jun-ho x f!reader

synopsis: you and your fiancé become adoptive parents, but not by choice

SPOILERS FOR SQUID GAME SEASON THREE BELOW -> DON'T CLICK 'KEEP READING' IF YOU DO NOT WANT SPOILERS!

the rain taps softly against the window of your small seoul apartment, a quiet rhythm that feels at odds with the storm in your heart.

you’ve just returned from a doctor’s appointment, your mind weighed down by routine checkups and the lingering shadow of your fiancé’s obsession.

for three years, you’ve stood by jun-ho...first as a colleague, then as a partner, and now as his fiancée...as he hunted for the truth about the mysterious island and its deadly games.

he also wanted to look for his brother.

jun-ho told you about it all.

he trusted you the most.

the squid games, as you’ve both come to call it, has consumed him since he first uncovered whispers of its existence as a detective.

now, with the island destroyed...blown to pieces in a fiery explosion just week ago...your lives are supposed to find peace.

you know better.

nothing about this case ever settles.

you fumble with your keys, the dampness of your blue cardigan clinging to your skin as you push open the apartment door. your boots squeak against the hardwood floor, and you’re about to call out for jun-ho when your breath catches in your throat.

there, right in the walkway, is something impossible.

a baby.

in a white baby carrier.

its a baby.

a tiny girl, no older than three months, lies nestled in a bundle on the floor.

she’s wrapped in a green jacket...number 222 emblazoned on the left side, the white digits marred by streaks of red.

blood, you realize with a jolt, your heart lurching.

the baby herself seems unharmed, her delicate features serene.

beneath the jacket, she wears a soft, colorful onesie, blues and greens swirling with delicate florals, and a knitted head cover keeps her tiny head warm.

the babies dark eyes, wide and curious, lock onto yours, and something inside you shifts...a fierce, primal protectiveness surges through you, sudden and overwhelming.

this child, this fragile little girl, is alone, and every instinct in your body screams to shield her from whatever brought her here.

“oh my goodness,” you whisper, your bag slipping from your shoulder to the floor with a soft thud.

your hands tremble as you kneel beside her, your heart pounding.

she’s so small, so vulnerable, and the sight of those bloodstains on the jacket makes your chest tighten with dread.

has she been fed?

is she hurt?

why is she here, in your apartment?

your mind races, but all you can think about is keeping her safe, wrapping her in warmth and love she might never have known.

you want to scoop her up, to hold her close, but you hesitate, afraid of startling her.

before you can decide, the door creaks open behind you.

jun-ho steps inside, his clothes seem dry for someone who came from the light drizzling rain.

he didn't say anything as he looked at you. you looked confused, so this confused him before his eyes land on the baby.

jun-ho's face pales, his dark eyes widening in shock.

“what… what is this?”

“i don’t know,” you say, your voice trembling as you look up at him, your hands still hovering over the baby.

“i just found her here.” your voice cracks, and you realize your protectiveness is already there, a maternal instinct you didn’t know you had flaring to life.

you want to shield this child from whatever horrors left her here, knowing that she must've came from that island.

jun-ho steps closer, his movements slow, cautious, as if the baby might vanish.

the babies gaze shifts to him, calm and unwavering, and the room feels impossibly still.

it was then that you noticed the small card laid against where her small belly would be.

jun-ho noticed it right away and reaches for it, his fingers brushing the fabric carefully, as if he’s afraid to disturb her.

he holds the card up, his brow furrowing as he reads it.

you lean closer, your shoulder brushing his, and read the words scrawled in neat, black ink:

player 222: winner.

“winner?” you read aloud, your voice barely above a whisper.

you look back at the baby, her tiny face serene despite the weight of those words.

“this… this baby won the game?” the idea is absurd, impossible, yet the evidence is right in front of you.

this was confirmation that gi-hun was dead.

your heart clenches, and that protective instinct for the baby surges again, fiercer now.

this child, barely three months old, has survived something unimaginable.

you won’t let her face another moment of pain.

jun-ho’s jaw tightens, and you see a flicker of grief in his eyes, maybe recognition.

you’ve been part of his investigation since the beginning, back when he was just a colleague you admired from afar, before your feelings deepened.

you know the toll this case has taken...the sleepless nights, the dead-end leads, the obsession with finding his brother, in-ho.

now, this baby, wrapped in a jacket marked 222, lies in your apartment like a gift for enduring so much.

maybe she is here to bring you and your fiancé peace.

jun-ho turns the card over, revealing a gold debit card tucked into a sleeve on the back.

your breath catches. you’ve seen cards like this in the files jun-ho pored over during late-night stakeouts. this is a card tied to the squid game winnings.

it is blood money.

you can’t wait any longer.

you carefully lift the baby into your arms, her small weight settling against your chest.

she’s warm, fragile, and as you cradle her, that maternal protectiveness floods you again, so intense it almost hurts.

“it’s okay, little girl,” you murmur, rocking her gently, “you’re safe now.” you peel the blood-stained jacket off her, careful not to jostle her, and your stomach churns at the sight of the red stains.

you won’t let her be tainted by whatever violence this jacket carries.

you drape your clean blue cardigan over her, tucking it around her tiny frame, and hold her closer, your heart swearing to protect her from the world that left her here.

jun-ho watches you, his eyes softening for a moment before he speaks.

“i need to check something,” he says quietly, “i’ll be right back.”

you nod, too overwhelmed to ask where he’s going.

the door clicks shut, and you’re alone with the baby.

you carry her to the couch, settling down with her in your lap.

she looks up at you, her dark eyes searching, and you feel a pang in your chest so deep it brings tears to your eyes. you’ve always wanted a family with jun-ho, but not like this....not with a child tied to the horrors you and jun-ho have chased for years.

yet, as you brush a finger across her cheek, you know you’d do anything for her.

she’s yours now, in a way you can’t explain, and you’ll fight to give her the life she deserves.

“who left you here, sweet girl?” you whisper, though you suspect the answer.

in-ho.

jun-ho’s brother.

you remember the pain in jun-ho’s voice when he spoke of in-ho’s disappearance, his desperation to find him.

you were there when jun-ho infiltrated the island just a week ago, when you both saw his brother holding a baby in those final, chaotic moments before he vanished.

this must be that baby.

the thought makes your heart ache, but it also strengthens your resolve.

if in-ho left her here, he trusts you and jun-ho to care for her.

you won’t let the baby down.

you check her over, your hands gentle but thorough, looking for signs of neglect or injury.

the girl's onesie is clean, her skin soft and unblemished.

someone cared for her, at least enough to dress her warmly and keep her safe. however, the blood on that jacket haunts you.

whose was it?

her parents’?

another player’s?

you push the thought away, focusing on her steady breathing, the way her tiny fingers curl against your chest.

“you’re so strong,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion, “you made it through so much, didn’t you?”

your heart aches. a baby should never have to go through that much before it can even crawl.

the door opens, and jun-ho steps inside, his expression grim but resolute. he holds up the gold debit card, his voice low.

“forty-five point six billion won.”

your breath catches, and you look down at the baby in your arms. a tear slips down your cheek, but you don’t wipe it away.

“forty-five…” you trail off, the number too staggering to grasp. this tiny girl, this survivor, carries a fortune stained with blood.

more than that, she’s yours. the protectiveness surges again, fierce and unyielding.

you’ll guard her, not just her money, but her heart, her future.

jun-ho sits beside you on the couch, his shoulder brushing yours.

he reaches out, his hand gentle as he cradles the baby’s head, his fingers brushing her soft peach fuzz which was her growing hair.

“she needs a name,” you say softly, your voice thick with emotion.

you’re her protector now, her mother in all but name, and you want her to have something pure, something untouched by the horrors of her past.

jun-ho nods, his eyes fixed on her.

“did the card say anything about her name?” you ask, though you know the answer.

“just the number,” he replies quietly, “player 222.”

you look down at her, your heart swelling with love and determination.

“hye-ji,” you murmur, the name slipping out like a promise.

it’s simple, free of meaning, a clean slate for a child whose first days were steeped in horror.

“hwang hye-ji,” you say again, tears filling your eyes as you look at jun-ho, seeking his approval.

he meets your gaze, and for a moment, you see the weight of everything he’s carried.

the loss of his brother, the years of chasing shadows, the guilt of surviving.

he nods, a small, tender smile breaking through.

“hye-ji,” he repeats with his voice soft, “it’s perfect.”

you lean into him, hye-ji nestled between you, and the apartment feels warm despite the rain outside.

you know the road ahead will be hard. there are questions you can’t ever answer...about her biological parents, about in-ho, about the blood on that jacket.

as you hold hye-ji, feeling her steady warmth against you, you make a silent vow.

your adoptive daughter's first days may have been hell, but you’ll make sure her life is filled with love.

you’ll protect her, no matter what.

“we’ll keep you safe, hye-ji,” you whisper, your lips brushing her forehead.

jun-ho’s hand finds yours, his fingers intertwining, and you know he’s making the same promise.

you’re a family now, bound by love and a shared vow to give this child the life she deserves.

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author's note: this part in the show made me happy despite my broken heart