content warning; smut after the cut!! size difference, creampie, bathroom sex, pet names, slight dirty talk, (hopefully not) ooc daeho…???? this is my first time writing for him AGH!!! overall light smut after cut okok
author note; sorry if this seems rushed i have finals literally tomorrow & it is 11 at night omg babes go to bed. but daeho is on my minddd & i needed to let this blurb out i am such a whore for this man you guys don’t even know. i went pretty light on the smut (for my own sake) but i would be down to put in more effort & making this scene more detailed !!! ok enough !! enjoooyyy [-18 dni sil vous plaît >_<{
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388, the number you search for after every game. mingle was the most stressful one, with you guys being separated from all the chaos going around. with your stress, it is no surprise that you get knocked down by another player who was panicked.
he will let out a sigh of relief, grateful that he made it out alive, but without knowing that you made it out safe & sound, a piece of him feels dead. his palms are sweaty, feeling a pit in his stomach, & every bullet & cry he hears from outside of the room nauseates him.
after mingle, the two of you cling onto eachother like never before, tears streaming down your face as your nails sink into the material of his clothes.
“shh,” he attempted to console you. “you’re okay y/n, i’m here for you baby..” it broke his heart to see you crying and panicking so bad, which later on motivates him to switch to the “x” side.
once it was lights out, he would quietly make his way over to the bed that you were laying down on. he knows you so well, that he already knew you were struggling to sleep. how could you in a time like this? you were greeted with an arm wrapped around your waist, not being startled because you recognized his rather large arm. his presence soothed you, allowing you to eventually fall asleep peacefully.
kang dae-ho, who goes to the bathroom the same time that you do for a nice makeout session. with all the stress you two have built up, & having no privacy whatsoever, it is only reasonable that you two had a little bit of fun.
“can i..” he mutters, his index finger tugging at your panties. once he gets the okay, he quickly pulls them down, placing his large hands on your waist and picking you up, gently pressing your back against the wall as your legs wrap around his back.
“need y’so bad, dae-ho..” you cry out, panting as you watch him struggle to pull his pants down with just one hand, not wanting to let go of you.
“i gotcha, lovely.” he responds to your cry, gently lowering you onto his cock, throwing his head back in pleasure as he feels you tighten around him. it was like all the stress washed off his shoulders, you’re exactly what he needed. you look straight at him in desperation, and can tell that this is something he desired for so long.
he dug his lower face into your neck, picking up the pace as breathy moans came out of his mouth. “missed this pussy so much..” he confessed, a slight groan escaping his lips as you bite into his shoulder, trying not to make more noise than the two of you already have. clapping and wet squelching echoed around the room, but the two of you couldn’t control it. this was therapy.
“gonna cum..” he moans out, raising his hand to your face and making you look at him, then pressing his nose against yours and looking down at the mess he’s making. daeho absolutely adored watching your slick drip down from your pretty cunt, coating his shaft then slowly making its way down the floor.
“can i .. inside ..?” he asks, to which you give a nod of approval as a response. after two, three — four thrusts, he lets out a small grunt, filling your tight little pussy with his cum. he makes sure to fill you up, so much to the point that he can see his cum leak down his own cock despite not pulling out just yet.
once he was done filling you up, he carefully puts you down, & then gets startled by one of the guards knocking on the door, asking for the two of you to hurry up. he quickly pulls up his pants & looks over at you, planting kisses all over your face, & one even longer on your forehead. “let’s get you cleaned up in the morning baby, we should get out of here ‘fore they kill us..” he chuckled softly..
you hit daeho’s arm, causing him to let out a little “ouch.”
“don’t joke like that, seriously.” you say, grabbing his wrist and walking the two of you out of the bathroom.
The air in the brightly lit room vibrated with a nervous hum. The mingle game had just ended, a chaotic ballet of terrified players scurrying to form groups, the deafening crack of gunfire punctuating the end like a gruesome period on a grim sentence.
You, heart hammering against your ribs, scanned the crowd, desperately searching for him. Dae-ho.
You’d seen his face just moments before the last game started, the worry lines etched deeper than usual around his kind eyes, a stark contrast to the brutal setting. He’d given you a fleeting, almost hesitant smile, a silent promise that he’d try his best to find you, to stay safe. Now, you were terrified he hadn’t made it.
The memory of the chaos played in your mind like a broken record. The panic-stricken faces, the desperate scrambles, the sickening thud of bodies hitting the ground. You'd managed to find a group, narrowly avoiding the laser sights that had flickered with deadly intent. But what about Dae-ho?
You pressed your hand to your chest, trying to quell the rising tide of panic. You had grown so attached to him in this awful place. His quiet strength, his gentle humor, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled – those were the things you had clung to in this nightmare. He was your anchor, a beacon in the darkness.
The heavy metal door at the end of the room groaned open, signaling the end of the game. Players, a mixture of relief and terror etched on their faces, began to shuffle back into the dormitory. You pushed through the crowd, every step a plea, every breath a silent prayer. You searched the faces, your vision blurring with unshed tears.
And then, you saw him.
He was sitting on his bunk, his shoulders slumped, head bowed. He was pale, his normally vibrant dark eyes now dull with worry. He was scanning the room just like you had been, his head turning slightly with every shift of the crowd of players, his gaze desperate. As you edged closer, you noticed he was trembling.
He was alive.
The relief that washed over you was so powerful it almost buckled your knees. You started towards his bed, and it wasn’t long before he saw you too. His head shot up, his eyes widening in disbelief. In his eyes was a mixture of utter relief, profound sadness and love that made your heart ache.
"You're okay.."
He whispered, his voice thick with emotion, as if daring to even believe what his eyes were showing him. He stood up quickly, the sound lost in the general hum of the room.
You didn't hesitate. You broke into a run, your heart pounding a joyous rhythm against your ribs. You didn’t care about the other players, the guards, none of it mattered. All that mattered was reaching him.
He met you halfway, his arms already outstretched. The moment you collided, his arms wrapped around you like a steel cage, holding you so tight you felt his heart beating against yours. It was as if he was trying to melt you into him, hold you in place, make sure you weren’t just some figment of his imagination. You buried your face in his shoulder, your own arms clinging to him with equal ferocity.
You were finally safe in his embrace, and you never wanted to leave.
"I thought…"
His voice was muffled against your hair,
"I thought I'd lost you."
His grip tightened, his body trembling slightly. He was gripping you like you made him whole, and you understood why, you felt the same.
"I'm here,"
You whispered back, your own voice choked with tears.
"I'm here, Dae-ho."
He pulled back slightly, his hands cupping your face, his gaze searching your eyes as if he was checking every detail to confirm you were really there.
"I was so scared,"
He confessed, his voice hoarse.
"I saw the flashes… I thought..."
He couldn’t finish the sentence, the unspoken terror hanging heavy between you.
You knew what he meant. The memories of the marine days, the explosions, the screams, the death. The fear of losing those he cared about. This place had brought it all back, amplified it, made it a constant, gnawing presence in his mind.
You reached up, your hand caressing his cheek, your thumb gently wiping away a stray tear that had escaped his eye.
“I was scared too..”
You admitted, your voice barely audible.
"I thought... I thought something bad had happened to you."
You knew your fears hadn't begun to compare to his, but he needed to know you had been waiting for him, worried for him. You saw the sadness in his eyes, a deep well of pain, but there was also a flicker of something else– a quiet, burning love that mirrored your own.
For long moments, you just held each other, the rest of the room fading into a blurry background. The world narrowed to just the two of you, the warmth of his embrace a refuge from the cold, harsh reality of your situation. You could feel the tension slowly leaving his body, replaced by the familiar comfort you found in each other's presence.
He leaned his forehead against yours, his breathing still slightly labored.
"Don't ever do that again.."
He murmured, his voice a low rumble.
"Don't ever leave me."
He wasn’t demanding it, just stating a longing, a fear. Pleading.
"I won't."
You promised, your fingers threading through his hair.
"I promise. I'll stay by your side."
You knew it was an impossible promise, in this place, nothing was guaranteed. But in this moment, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that you were both alive, that you had found each other again.
You pulled back, wanting to see his face again. He smiled then, and though it was small, it reached his eyes, erasing some of the worry. His hands grasped yours, holding them tightly.
“Thank you.”
He said, looking at you with such sweetness that made your heart melt.
“Thank you for being you.”
You knew that the game wasn't over. You both knew that survival here was a matter of luck and grim determination. But in this moment, as you stood there, hand in hand, in the middle of that awful dormitory, you felt a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, you could get through this nightmare together.
The world outside these walls no longer mattered. The only world that mattered was the one you had created together. Where you could feel safe, within each other’s arms, two souls trying to cling to what little humanity was left in this twisted game. And with Dae-ho by your side, that small, fragile hope felt a little bit stronger. You knew, somehow, that you would face whatever came next, together. His love for you was stronger than death itself, and it was keeping you alive.
Hello loves!! I hope you like this one.
Also I'm so so sorry for NOT writing anymore- my laptop had issues and my keyboard is still kind of broken but I will make sure to post more.
Don’t forget, requests are always open and I can write for any character you’d like!
Anyone who died was simply a player who lost the game. Trash eliminated from the competition, and as we speak, our world is filling up with more and more trash. You still don’t see, do you? If the world doesn’t change, the game doesn’t end.
I see youre writing for squid game characters, can you make a oneshot about painting Thanoses nails?
Hii babyy <3 Thank you so much for a great request! Let's jump in and paint some nails! do you feel bonita?
El <3
Thanos- splash of color
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GN reader
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TW- none
Helping Thanos with his manicure
Thanos
The bass thrums through your chest, a low, comforting rumble that's become the soundtrack to your evenings. This is Thanos's home studio, a chaotic haven of wires, instruments, and half-written lyrics scrawled on every available surface. You love it here, especially when it's just the two of you.
"Yo, sunshine, you ready to make this great man look fly?"
Thanos's voice, laced with amusement, pulls you out of your reverie. He’s lounging on the oversized leather couch, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. His purple hair is a mess, and he's wearing one of his oversized hoodies, the sleeves swallowing his hands.
You giggle, setting the small tray of nail polishes and cotton pads on the coffee table.
"Ready when you are, you big goofball."
He dramatically throws his head back and groans.
"Did you just call me a goofball? I'm a lyrical genius, a rap god, a–"
"A dork who needs a manicure?"
You finish for him, popping open the first nail polish bottle. The scent of chemicals mixes with the lingering smell of incense and the faint undercurrent of his signature cologne.
Thanos grins, the light glinting off the silver ring in his ear.
"Alright, alright, you win. But you better make these paws look good, I got a music video shoot tomorrow and the camera don’t lie."
He holds out his hands, the muscles in his forearms flexing under his sweater. He has long, slender fingers, and the idea of painting them makes you smile.
You take his left hand first, gently resting it in yours. His skin is warm beneath your fingertips, a comforting weight. You carefully begin to paint his thumb a vibrant green.
"So, why the green thumb?"
Thanos asks, tilting his head to watch you work.
"Because it reminds me of you when we first met in the park," you explain, concentrating on applying the polish without smudging. "You were trying to feed the pigeons, remember? And you had this huge green stain on your t-shirt from a spilled smoothie."
He laughs, a deep rumble that vibrates through you.
"Ah, yes. The legendary smoothie incident. You thought I was a menace, a bird-chasing hooligan."
"I thought you were endearing,"
you correct softly, switching to the purple polish for his index finger.
"A bit of a menace, maybe, but mostly endearing. You still are."
"Flattery will get you everywhere, babe."
He winks, and you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes, your heart fluttering anyway.
The purple flows smoothly over his nail, the rich hue a stark contrast to his skin tone. You carefully do the middle finger with a dark blue.
“This one is wild, just like your lyrics, you know?”
You murmur.
"You actually listen to those ramblings?"
He asks, a hint of genuine surprise in his voice.
"Of course, you goof. They're amazing."
You pause, then add,
"Besides, you sneak little messages in there just for me, don't you?"
A faint blush dusts across his cheeks, a rare sight that makes your stomach flip.
"Maybe...."
He mumbles, looking away. You can tell he's trying to play it cool, but you see the corners of his mouth twitch.
The ring finger is next, a bold red.
“This one’s for your passion, always burning bright.”
You say, your voice soft.
Finally, the pinky gets a coat of calming beige.
“And this one’s just a bit like you, warm and comfy when you’re not trying to be all gangste.,”
You tease.
You step back to admire your work, your fingers still tingling from the contact with his skin. Each nail a burst of color, a small piece of you on him. Thanos holds his hands up, turning them this way and that, his eyes sparkling.
"Damn, sunshine. You outdid yourself. These are fire."
He declares, a genuine smile splitting his face.
"When will I do yours, huh? Next time?"
You laugh, moving to kiss him on his cheek.
"Only if you promise to let me pick the colors."
He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer.
"Anything for you, mi amor. Anything."
He pulls back slightly to look you in the eyes he adds-
“Maybe I was a bit of a douche before. Sorry sunshine.”
“You always are, but I still love you.”
You state, leaning into him.
The bass continues to thrum, the warm sounds of the city filtering through the thick walls. In the heart of his chaotic world, with colorful nails and the promise of soft kisses, you find your own perfect little love story right here with him.
Also, here is the nail design! (Thank you 'jullnegative' on Pinterest <3)
I can write anything for any character babes and don’t forget- requests are always open and welcome <33
Hi i looooved your thanos x reader nail painting one. If you still write for Squide Game do you mind writing some similar during the first night in the games where reader gives hime one ring that has all the colors of the nails and cuddelds close to him cause its a scary place?
Hi sweetie <3!! Thank you so so much for a request and I'm so sorry for replying late (I was on hiatus). Let's get writing :D
El <3
Thanos- shared fears
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GN reader
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TW- none
Thanos is not all tuff and rude after all
Thanos
The metallic clang of the bunk bed jolted you awake.
The fluorescent lights of the Squid Game dorm hummed, casting long, unsettling shadows across the rows of identical green jumpsuits. You shivered, pulling your thin blanket tighter. This was it. Your first night.
Panic clawed at your throat. All around you, people stirred, murmuring nervously or trying to feign sleep. You focused on your breathing, trying to remember the calming techniques.
Then you saw him.
He was impossible to miss. A towering figure, easily six and a half feet tall, was attempting to squeeze himself onto the bunk below yours. His shoulders strained the fabric of his jumpsuit, and his unnaturally purple hair was flattened on one side. He looked… intimidating. Downright terrifying.
But then you noticed his hands. Large, calloused, but also… adorned?
Each nail was painted a different vibrant color – a rainbow of defiance against the drab green.
Player Thanos. That's what everyone was whispering.
He grunted as he finally managed to wedge himself into the bunk. His back was to you, but you could feel the sheer force radiating off him. He seemed so tough, so…unreachable.
He shifted, and you saw his face for the first time. It was harsh, etched with lines that spoke of hardship. His jaw was set, his eyes narrowed. But there was something else there, too. Something…vulnerable.
Swallowing your fear, you reached into your pocket. You’d almost forgotten you had it. It was a ring, a cheap, plastic thing you’d bought at a fair years ago. But it had all the colors of the rainbow, the same colors that adorned Thanos’s nails.
You took a deep breath and leaned over the edge of your bunk.
“Excuse me..”
You whispered, your voice trembling.
He turned his head slowly, regarding you with a look that could curdle milk.
“What?”
He growled, the sound surprisingly deep and resonant.
You shrunk back a little.
“I… I wanted to give you this.”
You extended your hand, the ring glinting in the harsh light.
He raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping from the ring to your face.
"What's that supposed to be?"
“It… it reminded me of your nails.” You stammered.
“I thought… maybe it would bring you some luck. It’s got all the colors.”
He stared at the ring for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world, he reached out and took it. His fingers brushed against yours, sending a surprising jolt through you.
“Thanks..?”
He mumbled, his voice softer than you expected. He slipped the ring onto his little finger, where it looked ridiculously small.
Silence descended again. The weight of the situation pressed down on you, suffocating. Glancing around the room, you saw the fear mirrored in the faces of the other players. It was thick in the air, almost tangible.
You instinctively huddled under your blanket, your heart pounding in your chest. You were so scared.
Without thinking, you leaned closer to Thanos, drawn to the only source of perceived strength in the room. You gently pressed your body against his broad back.
He stiffened, his muscles tensing.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
He said, his voice low.
"I'm sorry.."
You whispered, tears welling up in your eyes.
"I'm just… really scared."
He was silent for a long moment. You expected him to push you away, to tell you to leave him alone. But he didn't.
Instead, he slowly relaxed his shoulders. After a beat, he shifted slightly to give you more space. Then, almost imperceptibly, he leaned back against you, offering a small, comforting pressure.
"It's alright."
He murmured, his voice barely audible.
"It's alright. Just… try to get some sleep."
His words were gruff, almost reluctant, but they were enough. The warmth of his body against yours, the subtle reassurance in his voice, eased the sharp edges of your fear. You closed your eyes, focusing on the rhythm of his breathing.
He was still Thanos, the intimidating giant with painted nails and a tough exterior. But for tonight, in this terrifying place, he was also something else: a protector, a source of unexpected comfort.
Sleep came slowly, but it came.
And as you drifted off, you knew that you weren't entirely alone. He had the ring, and you had Thanos, a strange, unlikely guardian in the heart of the Squid Game.
I can write anything for any character babes and don’t forget- requests are always open and welcome <33
