celestiamour

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ hold onto me (it's all that remains) ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by anonymouses & @frogoru ˚₊ ⊹

ft. cho hyun-ju x f! reader — squid game

╰₊✧ in the sick games full of death, you meet someone whom you believe to be the closest thing to an angel you’ll ever meet┊1.7k words

contains: angst but make it really gay, canon-typical violence, mentioned homophobia & transphobia, reader is a sapphic who was outed against her will & mentioned not to be spiritual/religious

➤ author's note: alright, there’s a lot of requests packed in this one but hyun-ju deserves the world if she doesn’t make it in season three you’ll find me under hwang dong-hyuk’s bed

the first time you met her, you thought you met an angel. after seeing dozens of people in the same shoes as you getting shot like animals in a slaughterhouse, you couldn’t stop shaking in fear, even though you were hyper-aware of the possibility of ending up like them. the entire time, you hid behind her taller frame to avoid getting caught by the doll’s motion sensors, but you feared for her, not because you would be in the front of the line if she fell, but because you already held such a strong admiration for her by putting herself first in the line of danger. 

you practically collapsed when you finally crossed the finish line, exhausted after the tense five minutes of crossing the field, but instead of crashing into the sandy ground like you expected, you found yourself caught in the woman’s arms. looking up at her with the sun shining around her head like a halo, you swore you had died from stress and arrived at the pearly gates of heaven with her greeting your soul.  

“are you an angel?” you spoke without thinking, but after the risk of death and the fired bullets still echoing in your ears, you didn’t even have it in you to be embarrassed. 

she seemed taken aback by your words and managed to crack a smile at how cute she thought you were, “no, i’m just… i’m just hyun-ju…”

hyun-ju, what a pretty and fitting name for someone like her, a virtuous and worthy person with eyes that sparkle like jewels.

from that moment on, it was difficult to separate yourself from her. you worried you might have been considered annoying for following her around like a lost puppy, but she didn’t seem to mind. if anything, she was grateful for any form of companionship. she’s used to being alone in the outside world, but in a place like this where everyone is packed so close together and there’s little privacy, it was difficult to ignore the strange looks people were giving her as if she had three heads or something. 

as the two of you grew closer and started to confide in each other, both about your thoughts about the games and what life was like outside of it, you told her about your story. there was a part of you that was hesitant to say anything, the little evil voice at the back of your head saying that she was just going to judge you like everyone else did when they found out, but your heart knew she would never do anything of the sort

she was surprised to hear that a so-called “friend” of yours had told everyone about your sexuality after you trusted them enough to keep your secret, ultimately getting you kicked out of your home and pushing you deep into debt without a support system. it’s pitiful how your only sin was that you put your faith in the wrong person and were unable to own it when the truth spiraled out of your control. the both of you really were two sides of the same coin, existing in a space that had yet to understand those who didn’t fit perfectly in the box others had set for you, and had no other allies aside from the ones who understood the pain. 

everything was going smoothly— well, at least as smoothly as things could possibly go when people around you were being shot at nonstop. you remember your friend telling you something about how the best first dates were at amusement parks because you and your date would easily bond over the adrenaline and thrill of danger from the rides, and in a way, something similar was happening between you and hyun-ju if you ignored the constant threat and stench of death sticking to the air. plans were already being made once you all got out of here, heading to jang geum-ja’s place for dinner, traveling to thailand to help hyun-ju find a spot she would like to live in, and other things that sparked little glimmers of optimism to get out alive. 

and then young-mi died during mingle, unable to say goodbye and keeping her eyes trained through the mailslot of the green door at those she cared about because she was too scared to look at the guard aiming his rifle at her head from behind. 

all of your hopeful dreams were shattered the second the gun was fired.

the tears dried hours ago, yet the weight of the leftover salt encrusted on your lashes remained as a reminder of why they were shed in the first place. you hate to admit that you became rather desensitized to the casual slaughter of other people after the second game, watching nameless people die like they meant nothing with the sound of bullets becoming eerily normal, but after seeing your sweet friend young-mi shot with such conviction, the reality of it all dawned on you like a slap to the face.

“it just… it just seems so real now…” you whispered, huddling closer to hyun-ju, trying to stay as quiet as possible without any shuffling or voice cracks when everyone else was asleep. she felt so warm in contrast to death, and you couldn’t help but crave more of it even when she wrapped an arm around your waist to rest your head on her shoulder.

“i know, i know… but we’ll get through it together, i know we will,” she tries to sound confident, but you can hear the uncertainty slipping through the cracks of her words, trying to confirm the unknown.

would it be heartless to say the warmth radiating off her skin and the comfort in her statement distracted you from your grief? the sadness remained like a dead weight on your chest, but being so close to her made it bearable, maybe even forgettable. your eyes drifted to her face, noticing how tense her jaw was. she’s heartbroken yet is trying her best to stay strong through it all, knowing that if she didn’t do so, there was no one else for you to look to for comfort. 

you placed a soft kiss on her cheek, moving your head to rest on her shoulder because she could say anything. she remained quiet, but felt her heart blossom at the small gesture.  

you’re so scared to die, both from the games and from the curse seon-nyeo placed on your team even if you weren’t particularly spiritual. more than losing your own life, however, you were scared of living through the pain of losing hyun-ju. you’ve grown so attached to her and formed a bond you’ve never felt with anyone else before in the span of just a few days, unable to even imagine how you would be able to go forward in life if she wasn’t there by your side.

maybe that’s why you were so willing to join the rebellion despite the fact that you’ve never even held a gun in your entire life. they were hesitant to let you join, but relented since they needed all the help they could get when they knew they would be outnumbered. 

“you shouldn’t come with us,” she said after teaching everyone how to use the stolen firearms. “i don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

“i don’t want anything bad to happen to you either, that’s why i’m coming with you all! i could watch your back and you could watch mine— they aren’t going to vote x the next round, not when all that money just goes to the families of the victims and not the winners, and i… i’m not to make it much further anyway…”

“don’t say that, you’re stronger than you think you are, and you don’t even know what the next game would be—”

“exactly! i don’t know what’s next! it could be an easy game, it could be an impossible one, it could be something where i have to rely on other people— it’s not a chance i want to take! at least i know what would happen if i join you guys in the rebellion, and i would much rather go out fighting rather than being helpless against one of those pink soldiers.”

she knew there was no changing your mind, but just the thought of you suffering the same fate as so many others have, lying dead on the ground with blood gushing out of your skull and your eyes dulling over while staring at the ceiling was enough to make her want to start reeling. she still couldn’t show any weakness yet though, not now of all times when this was the most important event to occur so far. she has to stay strong, she’s been nothing but strong, but she has to keep her cool, trying her best to keep her mind and breathing level as she fires at the security cameras and the hot pink targets.

when she heard you yelp out in pain, however, she felt her composure melt away in seconds, running towards the sound without bothering to cover herself from the barrage of ammunition. she could see the red staining your clothing and smell its signature sharp metallic scent as she knelt down to you. her hands were shaking as she took off her jacket to make a makeshift tourniquet, tightening it around your limb as tightly as she could. it was a single bullet wound, but it was bleeding so much that she was led to believe that it struck a major artery, “just hang in there, okay? dae-ho will come back any minute, and then he’ll carry you back to the dorm, okay? just hang in there.” 

panic and desperation were starting to leak into her voice as the situation was becoming more dire, but you still smiled weakly at her, not wanting her to worry about you, even though it hurt so badly you felt like you couldn’t breathe. seeing the look on her face hurt ten times more than the physical pain, twisting around your heart like thorny vines, but you had to stay strong, it’s the least you could do since she’s been strong for you all this time.

request one:

Hello 🫧🤍 (It's my first time requesting so I'm sorry if this is lacklustre.) For squid game s2 🙇🏼‍♀️ Reader and Cho Hyun-Ju started getting closer after Hyun-Ju saved them in 'Red light Green light' and their relationship progressed as the days went on but when the soldiers infiltrate the sleeping quarters towards the end of the season, reader and Cho Hyun-ju decide work together to attack as many pink guards as they can but reader ends up getting injured by them? (I apologise if this isn't enough info but I hope that you'll interpret this how you want!) Tysm ⭐️

request two from frogoru:

Hello!! Could I possibly request a hyun-ju x fem!reader fic where she's comforting the reader at night while mostly everyone is asleep? Reader expressing her concerns about the murder games and having hyun-ju kinda comforting her with soft and gentle words whispered closely (and sorta distracting the reader from her initial fear of the games because it makes her so flustered that all she can really focus on is how close the two of them are physically and just going mad with gay thoughts HSHSGSH). I think it'd be cool if the reader being sapphic and how they're both part of the LGBTQ+ community was mentioned as something that sorta drew the reader to her in the beginning in a sort of "I understand you" way, considering how most people in society think it's wrong. Thank you!!

request three:

Can I request a cho hyunju fic? She girlboss the entire season fr!! ANYWAYS I shall beg you (You don't have to accept if you don't want to but I would really appreciate it!!) Can you please make a cho Hyun ju x reader (no matter the gender) where during the mingle game where young mi died (I CRIED DURING THE SCENE) can I have the reader comfort cho hyunju?  Maybe a hug, a kiss or anything! Just angst and fluff 😔💙💙💙 THANK YOUUUU FOR READING

[celestiamour]

YES MORE EDMUND FICS

YESSS i love edmund so much he's so pookie

[celestiamour]

yes sir your holiness sir

Your eminence, can you please lock the fuck in

[celestiamour]

Needy Tedesco and Tease Benitez my lifeblood I'm sick of them

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ stay the night (stay forever?) ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by anonymous ˚₊ ⊹

ft. edmund pevensie x f! reader — the chronicles of narnia

╰₊✧ you met your boyfriend’s family for the first time and spend the night┊1.3k words

setting: modern au, england after the golden age contains: established relationship, college students who are high school sweethearts, cuddling & falling asleep together, suggestive stuff at the end

➤ author's note: i need to rewatch the movies soon T-T sorry this was so short! i’m sort of braindead when it comes to writing for some reason

all of edmund’s siblings have met you before in passing, but never exchanged any more words than greeting and quick introductions, so one could feel the excitement in the air when he decided it was finally time for a formal meeting. it was difficult to find a weekend when everyone was free for this event with the schedules of so many people to consider, leaving them all angsty with anticipation in the days leading up to the moment you would grace them with your presence. 

they weren’t quite sure why they were so nervous when you’re the one who had to win their favor by being brought into their home. prehaps it’s because they were so curious about this girl who won the heart of their disagreeable brother, the one who often turned up his nose at the prospect of romance and never seemed entertained by thought. even if you find yourself to be the most ordinary girl in the world, all of the pevensies know that there’s a special sparkle in you which attracted him to you.

“oh my god, what if they hate me?” you groaned. “i mean, weren’t you guys royalty in a previous life? i’ll probably fuck up something stupid like my table manners…”

“royalty in an alternate dimension,” he corrected, reaching out to take your hand in his, “my brother and sisters aren’t that bad, trust me.”

“why don’t i believe you?”

“you’ll be fine, i promise.”

you knew he only said that because of his experience of typical sibling bonds as the youngest brother and a middle child, but your stomach can’t help but twist from anxiety. of course, you’ve heard from him about their endeavors from a foreign land called narnia, originally thinking he was taking you for a fool before wondering if he had gone completely mad because of what sounded like a fantasy plot his mind managed to concoct. you said you believed him, but to this day, you still have no idea if he was telling the truth or not. 

it wasn’t a dealbreaker if he wasn’t, maybe it was just an extremely elaborate joke in his family that he was trying to pass on to you. you’ll only know when you meet his siblings— and a small part of you hoped every world was real because, not only will it mean you’re dating a king (which was a perk but not a reason), it also means that there’s more to this world than what meets the eye.

as the two of you finally approached his front door, you dropped his hand and hastily wiped yours on your skirt in hopes no one would notice how sweaty your palms had become as your boyfriend started to unlock the door. your heart was beating faster than the day you decided to ask him out up to your ears, barely allowing you to hear him get greeted by his mother and welcome you in. you swallowed the thick saliva that pooled on your tongue, taking a deep breath and following him into the house. 

there wasn’t anything particularly special about the house itself, just your typical english home with reliable wooden furniture and some potted plants, but it felt so warm and comforting to enter. 

as edmund took your coat and bags to hang, you heard people chatting nearby, seemingly unaware that you two had entered, and you couldn’t help but strain your hearing a bit to listen in to the voices you assumed to belong to his siblings. 

“look, i’m just surprised that edmund got a girlfriend before me, that’s all. i mean, how did he manage to pull before i did?”

“sue, just because he can be disagreeable at times doesn’t mean he isn’t as lovable as you are.”

“i’m not saying he isn’t lovable! he can be wonderful whenever he takes that stick out of his arse, but i’m just saying that i thought there would be a certain order when we would be bringing out partners home, and ed… isn’t exactly at the top.”

“well, now i’m curious what your list looks like— also, come help me clean this smudge off the window! i want to make a good impression!”

“you can barely even see it! come sit down, they’re going to arrive at any minute, and you’re running around cleaning like a maid. she won’t care about some smudge that’s hidden by the blinds.”

“i see that you all are already bickering,” the younger brother laughs, interrupting their conversation as he leads you by the wrist into the living room where they were all hanging out. they all looked sheepish when they were caught, the sisters blushing a faint pink, and the brother chuckling while scratching the back of his head. “anyways, everyone, i want you all to meet the girlfriend,” he introduced. 

you waved shyly and told them your name, although you’re certain they already knew.

“you’re so pretty!”

“i can see why edmund fell so quickly.”

“would you like a biscuit?”

you quickly realized that they were nothing like you expected as they gave you a grand tour of their house, showing you their rooms (peter’s room was messy with rugby equipment scattered about), showed you all of their pets (lucy loves taking home strays to nurse them back to health), and had long conversations that made you lose track of time (susan was knowledgeable with witty and interesting things to say). you knew they would be friendly, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t expect them to be like the nobles from the movies: off-standish and prideful people who would turn their nose up at you for minor flaws. they were nothing like that, casual and fun, just as nervous and awkward as you, but it quickly vanished and was replaced with an atmosphere that was comparable to meeting old friends.

“mom! do you think she can stay the night?”

“of course, she can, sweetie.”

lucy smiled at the answer, “what should we do next? we have a lot of board games—”

“now hold on a second, she’s my girlfriend, but we’ve barely had a moment to spend time together since we came home!”

“you two have been together for like three years, i think you’ll live if we spend tonight as a family instead of just the two of you.”

he pouted at his older brother’s words before motioning for you to follow him, “come on, let’s go to my room.”

“remember to leave the door open!”

“alright!”

edmund’s bedroom was so unique to him with the dark color scheme, an entire wall of books on the shelves, and a chessboard placed neatly on the edge of his desk, ready to play at any moment. you situated himself on his bed with a bowl of popcorn as your boyfriend set up the dvd before joining you. “did you have fun today?”

“yeah, your family is really nice…” you answered, starting to feel tired after a long day of merriment. 

“i told you you would be fine.”

as the movie droned on, you found yourself dozing off, leaning into the warmth radiating from his body. you were asleep before the film even ended, and edmund moved carefully to make sure you wouldn’t wake up as he grabbed the remote to shut off the television and moved the popcorn from your hands to the bedside table. (you’re so cute when you’re resting. he’s only ever seen you in this vulnerable state before when you were napping with your head against the table back in high school before getting scolded by the teacher.) he placed a tender kiss against your temple and snuggled beside you, spending the next few hours as a cushion for you to lie against while scrolling his phone like the night owl he is until he received a text from his brother.

“you two better not be doing anything suspicious.”

“??? with the door wide open??”

“i’m just saying” “not under our roof”

“i cant believe you”

“look if you’re doing anything” “just stay safe” “i’m your older brother i’m just looking out for you so that you dont get your ass beat by mom in case anything happens”

“we aren’t doing anything” “i’m not having this discussion with you, i’m going to bed.”

“good night” “don’t do anything”

“blocked”

request:

could u do a modern edmund pevensie x reader where they like have a sleepover together for the first time and she bonds with his family 🙏🙏

[celestiamour]

Your new Logan and Scott smut is so yummy

i’m so glad you enjoyed 😭🫶

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ sharing is caring ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by @formerlypeanut ˚₊ ⊹

ft. logan howlett, scott summers x f! reader — xmen, marvel

╰₊✧ ever since you started dating, logan noticed that scott’s (hidden) eyes have been wandering, and what kind of friend would he be if he didn’t let him indulge?┊2k words

contains: smut!! dom logan, scott & sub reader┊established relationship (logan & reader), voyeurism/cuckolding, nipple play, fingering, cumming untouched, masturbation (logan) 

➤ author's note: it’s been a while since i posted anything xmen related (or anything aside from squid game), but i still love them ^^ also the ending is so shit but oh well

logan’s been around for quite a while, it’s no secret. he knows how to read people and how things run by now, and if there’s anything he knows how to spot like it’s highlighted in neon, it’s attraction and desire for another. ever since he started dating you, he’s started becoming more watchful over what you do and the people you interact with (not in a controlling way, of course, he’s just territorial by nature and wants to keep an eye on his beloved to make sure she’s safe from how cruel and predatory the world can be), which has opened his eyes to something he’s never quite noticed before.

scott summers isn’t half as slick as he thinks he’s being.

he would be lying if he said he and cyclops were buddy-buddy with each other and didn’t butt heads every day, but he never thought he would have the audacity to flirt with his girl in broad daylight in front of him thinking he was being subtle.

practically everything about his behavior screams “i’m so into you, break up with your boyfriend and run away with me instead.” the way he leans into you when you speak to show you have his undivided attention, the way he rushes to fulfill your every request trying to beat him to punch, the way he likes to give little gifts that he claims reminded him of you, the way he puts extra effort when training in the danger room to flex in front of you, the way he laughs at a little too loudly at your stupid jokes whether or not they were actually funny— you get the point, everything he does is a sign of his desire and logan can see the heart eyes behind his stupid ruby shades. it’s so glaringly obvious that he feels like an idiot for not noticing it before.

even the other xmen have seen it for crying out loud. ororo and hank exchange a brief look with their eyes, mixed with slight concern and confusion like everyone didn’t already get the pitch you were taken (they both love the drama though, they just know how to hide their true feelings unlike a certain someone). kurt started nervously giggling and changing the subject like clockwork in fear of a fight breaking out. students whisper in the halls asking if scott has a death wish for pinning after the wolverine’s girl and betting on when he’ll tear him a new one for it.

for fucks sake, jean had even pulled the brunette aside at one point so he had no fucking excuse of pretending he didn’t know what he was doing.

“listen, you’re my best friend, and i’m telling you to give it up! you missed your shot, and you can try again if they break up, but as of now, she’s off limits.”

“you don’t get it, she would be so much better with me instead—“

“you’re being a dick! how would you feel if logan persistently went after your girlfriend the way you are?”

“that’s in a completely different universe, but even then, she would eventually pick me over him.”

yet surprisingly enough, logan doesn’t feel half as jealous or possessive as he thought he would, which was a shock to himself when he realized. i mean, who wouldn’t fall for someone as beautiful and amazing as you? he’s positive everyone at x-mansion has felt some type of romantic way about you to some extent at some point. he was just the lucky one who you shared affection for. scott was just another one of those people, and his role as the second male lead in your life could easily have been another guy or girl expressing their similar infatuation.

that’s why he’s standing behind him right now, hands on his shoulders, and pushing him along the hallways to your shared room. 

“listen, if you’re going to kill me, at least make me make my case—”

“i’m not gonna kill you, i just have a surprise for you.”

“if your surprise is gonna be adamantium claws in my face, i’m not interested—” there was no one in the mansion at the moment aside from the two of them as far as he’s concerned, since everyone else was doing an overnight field trip. this would be the perfect time for logan to finally dispose of him if he so pleased for all these weeks of constant annoyance. 

“no, you’re gonna love it, i promise.”

“the last time you said i would love one of your surprises, i was picking out porcupine quills from my ass for two hours—”

before he could finish his statement of the painful recollection, he was shoved into the dark bedroom. hearing the other man lock the door behind him, he closed his eyes and braced himself for a stabbing pain in his body. 

“scott? why are you just standing there? come over here,” your voice called out to him, feather-light like the wings of an angel.

he opened his eyes to find you lying in the bed, waiting for him, all pretty and wearing a little baby pink dress that was hitched up to show that you weren’t even wearing any underwear. you looked like something straight out of a wet dream, and he wondered if he was going to wake up at any moment now that he had gotten to the best part.

you were reluctant to agree to something like this, mainly because you were shocked logan suggested it at all. logan, someone who was willing and has gotten into fistfights with other men for so much as looking at you wrong, was suggesting that you have sex with another man. not just any man, scott summers whom he’s been openly fantasizing about punting into a nearby lake. he didn’t need to ask if you’re attracted to him because he already knows that he matches your type like a textbook. he’s seen your exes before, mostly brunettes with blue eyes, under six feet tall, with almost puppy-like personalities when it came to you. it matches summers perfectly. 

“see, i told you that you would like it.”

“there’s no way,” he said in disbelief, “there’s no way, you’re testing me and are going to kill me when i fail.”

“there’s no catch! i’m just trying to be nice. you know what they say, sharing is caring, or whatever.” logan realized how unbelievable he sounded at the moment, so he quickly moved on from his motivations straight to the chase, “you know she got all dressed up for you, bought a new outfit and everything. so are you gonna fuck her, or are you going to leave her hanging? ”

it took scott a second to process the entire situation, and he was trying not to make it obvious how excited he was by essentially jumping you. as he seated himself on the bed, you reached out to cup his face with your hand and pulled him in for a tender kiss. he’s clearly nervous, anyone would be, but after a moment of hesitation, he gave in, and his hands began to wander over every inch of exposed skin visible to him. you’re softer than clouds and sweeter than cotton candy, it made him wonder if his teeth would start rotting if he let himself indulge too deeply.

before he could lower himself to kiss your neck and go any further, he became increasingly aware of the wolverine’s presence and his intense gaze watching both of you, “are you going to join or just sit there and watch or…”

“i’ll just watch,” he gruffed, settling himself in a nearby loveseat. “i don’t think you want me to outperform you.”

scott bit the inside of his cheek, choosing to overlook the subtle insult and making up his mind to prove him wrong. trying his best to ignore the man, he continued to kiss you until your plush lips were almost swelling and bruised, knowing that this would probably be the last and only time he’ll be able to hold you in his arms like this as long as you were with logan. he didn’t want to be too rough with you, even if it was taking every ounce of his being not to sink his teeth into your tender flesh and ruin your unblemished skin with hickies all along your neck and chest. 

his fingers trailed down your torso, undoing the ribbons of your lingerie and finally exposing your fully nude body to him. god, you’re so beautiful, like something straight out of a late-night fantasy. he wanted to take his time to care and worship you, to treat you delicately like you were a frail marble statue of aphrodite that would crumble if he was too rough. the pads of his thumbs experimentally flicked against your sensitive nipples, listening to you let out a soft whine at the sensation before his mouth moved to take one in his mouth.

your nails grazed against his scalp as your fingers tangled with his locks, tugging on them gently when his other hand came up to pinch at the neglected one. it feels different from usual, obviously— you’re in bed with an entirely different man than the one who confessed to you on that moonlit night. scott feels so much more gentle, like how logan was with your first time together, feather-light touches and eyes constantly flickering over to yours to make sure you were alright before proceeding, but there was a hint of urgency and desperation in his actions as if he was trying to prove something.  

contrary to what everyone else believes, you aren’t completely unaware of his feelings towards you. it would be difficult not to notice with how obvious he could be at times, but it was easier to pretend that you didn’t when you didn’t want to hurt him. he’s a nice guy, he really is, the type you could see yourself falling for in another timeline, but not this one.

that’s how it was, how it was supposed to be, but he’s in the one in bed with you, dipping his fingers into your needy heat and making you moan as he curls them into your sweet spot. your eyes open for the first time since you started, his head held low against your chest and the tips of his ears blushing a barely noticeable pink. your gaze trailed over to your boyfriend in the corner, the dark not obscuring him in shadows. it was impossible to know what he was thinking, if the possessive wolverine was regretting his decision with how silent he was even though his intense staring could be felt by both of you. one thing’s for sure though, he’s never one to skip a show, and if you strained your hearing just enough, you could hear his heavy breathing with a spit-slicked hand fisting his cock. 

your entire body was enveloped in a feverish warmth as his index and middle moving in a scissoring motion that was stretching you out so sweetly, so soaked that the sound of the squelching was making you embarrassed as it dripped all over his hands and the fabric of the bedsheets below. all the while, he was pathetically rolling his hips into the mattress. he wasn’t thinking of his own pleasure at the moment, all he wanted was to get you off and make you cum around his fingers like he would occasionally dream of late at night. 

his name feels so foreign on your lips when you cry it out followed by a swear, a little wrong, yet so right at the same time. the sight of you reaching your climax because of him, crystal tear droplets forming at the corner of your eyes and your head thrown back into the pillow as your thighs quiver around his waist— it was all too much for him, and he stilled as his own orgasm overcame him, shooting blanks in his underwear and leaving a barely noticeable wet patch. he swears his vision went completely white for a moment, struck by stars like a cartoon character would be. 

while the two of you held each other close, logan couldn’t help but think that you could be a better match than he initially thought. maybe he’ll let this continue for a little while longer… but only after he joins and stakes his claim on you, just as a little reminder of who you really belong to. 

request

Listen but I’d love to see you do a Logan x Reader x Scott threesome that let’s say… started from Logan knowing Scott has a crush on his girl 👀👀👀👀I wanna be sandwiched between them so bad it’s unreal and I want Scott to suck on my tits 

[celestiamour]

i was trying to do all my squid game wips before s3 but I don't think it's possible as I'm so brain dead for it atm and I'm sure people are sick of seeing it on my account all the time, I might just focus on other things until the new season

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ as they once were ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ idea by @/therockyraccon31, requested by @sofokl13 ˚₊ ⊹

ft. seong gi-hun x gn! reader — squid game

╰₊✧ life has never been the same ever since you both got back from the nightmare that was the 33rd games┊1.1k words

contains: angst, alcohol & intoxication, gi-hun is going through it

➤ author's note: i miss his smile so much like omg please hdh bring him back to us (also the request called for comfort but i needed to make this angsty)

he had all the money in the world now, even after he paid off the debt he’s been drowning in for years. now, he could start a business and become the successful man he had always dreamed of being. he could win back custody of his daughter, using his newly accumulated wealth as evidence that he could provide for her. he could everyone who doubted him wrong and have them beg for forgiveness because they wanted to leech even a couple of cents off of him. 

yet none of it mattered anymore. he was living the exact same way he was living before, living in the same house and wearing the same ragged clothes, the only difference was the amount of money in his bank account and his new addiction to drinking like a fish to ignore all he’s witnessed. 

and, of course, the people he cared for were gone. both the people he knew before the games, like sang-woo and his mother, and the people he never got to know outside the island, like sae-byeok and ali. there wasn’t anyone else alive who was there for him, not when his daughter and his ex-wife had all moved away to the united states, and he didn’t have the courage to make so much as a phone call to reach out. 

there wasn’t anyone else alive for him, except for you.

he’s too drunk to feel embarrassed when he knocks on your door again. it’s the second time this week, and it wasn’t even thursday yet. the weather matches his mood: pitch black with the stormy clouds blocking out any light that would have come from the moon and stars. rain is pouring and soaking his clothing through, but he can’t bring himself to care. he doesn’t feel anything but sorrow and an insatiable need for comfort that he only feels when he’s by your side. 

it’s funny to think that he was trying to avoid anything and everything that reminded him of the games, but the one of the only things that could put him at ease again was meeting with someone he met through them. as the last two finalists, you both agreed to split the winnings and keep your lives intact. after that, it was difficult to stay apart. your entire beings were shaken to the core in just a few days, and you were called insane and deluded by authorities and mental health professionals alike.  there was no one else in the world who would understand what either of you were going through, and there was no one there for you aside from each other.

“jesus christ, gi-hun, you’re going to catch your death out here!” you scolded, ushering him into the warmth of your home. “god, you need a shower— some of your clothes are still here so you can change into that.”

he obeyed your words without a single protest, navigating your house like it was his own. similar to him, you haven’t done anything major yet with your winnings other than paying off debts, but there were subtle signs of your wealth like your daughter finally having the money to go off to college and the charm of your simple necklace being made out of real silver. 

you handed him his things and let him wander into the bathroom to groom himself, and as the shower ran with the water making pitter-patter sounds like the rain outside, you couldn’t help but feel sorrow for the man you remembered. he was so sweet and kind regardless of the situation, always having a smile on his face and spreading an infectious, cheerful energy to everyone else. he made you have hope in a place that was hell-bent on crushing it, and you quickly found yourself feeling more for him than you should have.

of course, you still adore him, even though he's merely a shell of who he used to be. it’s heartbreaking to know that you’ll never see that stupid grin of his ever again, but no matter how much he has changed, you’ll still be there for him to lend a hand and pull him out of the pool of sorrows he’s been wallowing in ever since, and not even god himself would be able to separate you. 

you just wish you could have met under different circumstances, one where you weren’t fighting to stay alive and would be able to get to know each other without wearing those cursed teal tracksuits. 

dinner went smoothly, albeit quietly. the only sounds were the metal utensils clinking against the bowls, but it was calming rather than awkward. you had made two portions out of habit, once again forgetting that your daughter wasn’t home and was instead in her college dorm, so it was perfect that gi-hun had come along. 

“you should come over for dinner more often,” you casually said. he usually arrives after you’ve already eaten and crashes on the couch, which you don’t mind, but it was pitiful on his part. “it’s nice having someone else in the house…”

“i thought you would be sick of me by now,” he said, voice devoid of any emotion. you couldn’t tell if he was joking or serious, and if he was serious, if there was a hint of sadness or annoyance. 

“you know i would never feel that way,” you admitted earnestly. 

he stayed silent, taking a sip of water before abruptly grabbing his coat and getting up to leave, “i should go.”

“already?” you tried to hide the surprise and hurt in your expression, wondering if you said something wrong to make him uncomfortable. “it’s still raining. why don’t you stay for a little while longer until it lets up—”

“no, i just—” he lingered for a moment, trying to think of an excuse that sounded natural, but failed to think of anything and just made a beeline for the door. “i’m sorry.”

he feels awful for leaving you like this, but he couldn’t handle it. he can’t handle the thought of getting closer than you already are, without his head starting to spin and his heart beating out of his chest. he’s scared of losing you like he lost everyone else if he gets too close. the two of you still aren’t free, he knows because he feels the eyes of the frontman and his guards on him at all times, and he knows you feel the same even if you haven’t mentioned it yet. 

he wants things to go back to as they once were. he wants so desperately to live normally and to build a new life with you, but it just isn’t possible. he can’t envision a future at all, much less a happy one with you. 

idea by therockyraccon31

#I miss himmmmmmmmmmmmm #😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #I want to be his divorced wife #😔 #or his best friend he occasionally drunkenly sleeps over with #his divorced vibes are simply too alluring I will do anything be anything

requested by sofokl13

hey can i request the reader who made a connection with seong gi-hun in the first game and they fell in love and won together (hunger games-style or idk). and after that they’re trying to rebuild their lives together with the money. i just miss my sunshine boy from season 1😭😭😭 i need to comfort him so bad

[celestiamour]

chrysanthemum appreciation post 😭❤️

[celestiamour]

Hii, firstly i just wanted to say that your writing is amazing and this is a myung-gi request!

Okay so basically, can it be set in the game where they have to get in a group and find the rooms. Then there’s the final round where you get into a group of 2 and that’s like the scene where he grabs jun-hee and they run. Okay so at that part, the reader who’s like a friend of myung-gi’s from before the squid games and coincidentally met him in there and has been sticking with him through out the game thinks that he’s gonna go with jun-hee in the final round so she starts panicking trying to find someone else but out of no where he grabs her and they get to one of the rooms in time. Then from there he basically confesses to her how he’s began developing feelings for her and that type of stuff, it’s up to you lol. (Obviously i don’t want jun-hee to die so you could just write she went with someone else if you want😭)

Thank you for doing my request if you do!

ft. lee myung-gi x gn! reader — nijisanji en

╰₊✧ confessing his feelings to you during mingle┊0.6k words

contains: canon-typical violence, past lee myung-gi/kim jun-hee, probably ooc oops

he’s not going to pick you over her.

the realization hurts you more than you would like to admit. you’ve been loyal to him all this time, from when he became a fugitive from the law to when you found each other in the games. you helped him hide out and provided him with the essentials to survive without getting caught by police, and you defended him from thanos and nam-gyu when they tried picking fights with him after all he did— all of which put you at risk for protecting him. it wasn’t only because of you feelings for him, but it was also because he’s helped you out countless times in the past and would have done the same for you. 

and despite all you’ve done for him, you didn’t think he would pick you over his ex-girlfriend who was carrying his child. you can’t even blame him, you’re sure you would have done the same if you were in his shoes. she’s vulnerable and the one he was madly in love with, you were just a friend and a teammate. there was no way you could compare to her, and you needed to end this before you lost with a broken heart and a bullet in your skull. 

tightening your fist and hearing the automated voice call out for two players, you turned around and began looking for another player to pair up with. there weren’t enough rooms for everyone, so you needed to work fast among the crowd of people running around screaming in a panic. you didn’t know many people here, and knew even fewer allies, but there certainly would be someone who was alone and needed a partner. 

before you take more than two steps from your original spot, you suddenly feel a hand wrap around your wrist and pull you off the platform, almost tripping you in the process, and bringing you into the safety of a room within the span of seconds. it all happened so fast you could barely process it until a familiar voice called out to you, “why the hell did you turn your back on me and leave?! i thought we were in this together!”

“i thought… i thought you were going to pick jun-hee over me…” you confessed, lifting your gaze to look him in the face after taking a few deep breaths with your hands on your knees, “is she okay?”

“of course, she is. she has plenty of people looking out for her, i was just worried about you.” 

“worried about me?” you repeated, dumbfounded. 

“yes?!” he seemed upset by your assumption, like he couldn’t believe you thought otherwise. “again, we said we were in this together from the start. don’t tell me you actually thought i was going to abandon you.”

“well…” you couldn’t finish your response as the sound of screaming in guns firing interrupted you, and you couldn’t help but peek through the little mail slot of the door. there wasn’t anyone you recognize out there, but it sent shivers down your spine knowing that it could have you among them. 

myung-gi pulled you away and slid the blank space shut. he already knew the sequence of events unfolding in your mind, your fate if he had chosen to leave you behind in favor of his previous lover. he hated seeing you like that, imagining what could have happened when it didn’t. “i’ll pick you every time,” he said gently. “there’s no one else here who comes before you for me. what happened between me and jun-hee is in the past. i’ll still be in her life and will always care for her and our baby, but she isn’t the one i love anymore.”

“you don’t mean—”

“i mean it. i know that i still have a lot to prove after everything, but once we get out of here, i’ll be someone you deserve.”

“i don’t know what to say…”

“then don’t say anything, but just think about it, okay?”

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ stolen attention ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by anonymous ˚₊ ⊹

ft. kang sae-byeok (+ kang no-eul) x f! reader — squid game

╰₊✧ the last thing sae-byeok expected from her twin sister temporarily living with the two of you was jealousy, and after a few weeks of bottling it up, she makes it clear that you’re hers┊1.7k words

contains: smut!! dom sae-byeok & sub reader┊friends to lovers & oh my god, they were roommates, jealousy, sae-byeok & no-eul are twins, sae-byeok is bad with emotions, receiving oral, accidental voyeurism, sweetheart reader, maybe not my best work oops

this is so fucking stupid, and she knows it. she hasn’t been so immature since she was a child, and here she is in her grown age, pouting and sulking because the attention that was usually reserved for her was focused on someone else. truth be told, jealous urges creep up on sae-byeok quite often, but it’s never been mixed with guilt like it was now. 

how petty is she to be jealous of her own twin sister? someone who managed the near impossible task of defecting from north korea and was doing dozens of odd jobs to reunite with her daughter again— of course, you’re being extra sweet towards her and making sure she feels at home until she can stand on her own two feet. you were the exact same way when you met her, so why does it still leave such a bitter taste in her mouth when she sees you making no-eul cute bento box lunches or wiping away the sweat on her forehead after a hard day’s work?

you’re always like that, so kind to the point where people wonder if there are romantic undertones to your words and actions, but no-eul didn’t know that! with all your attention focused on her, she probably assumed you had a thing for her, which only made her budding feelings grow. while both twins can be rather stone-faced and expressionless, they can read each other like books, and sae-byeok can see her crush on you as clear as day (although no-eul tended to be worn-out and a bit frazzled after working all day, so her sister’s jealousy has yet to be noticed), 

the two of you weren’t even dating! as far as anyone was concerned, the two of you were nothing more than roommates and best friends, and while she knew you also liked girls, she was too afraid of ruining what you already had to reach the coveted next stage. it wasn’t any of her business who you were interested in or who was interested in you unless explicitly said, so it shouldn’t even matter to her unless the person in question was a scummy guy (who it wasn’t)! 

as no-eul became more settled in, getting used to sharing a living space with roommates and your caring mother-like nature, you finally noticed sae-byeok’s strange behavior and wasted no time asking about it when her sister was out for privacy, “sae-byeok, is everything okay?”

she didn’t even realize that she was sitting on the couch with a blank stare until your concerned voice shook her out of her thoughts, causing her to blink away the slight dryness of her eyes, “what?”

“it’s just that… i feel like you’ve been acting differently lately… and i’m worried i did something wrong…” you look so sad, like you would break out into tears if she said you did, but you’re also clearly trying to put a braver front to learn from whatever your mistake is. “if you were mad at me, you would say something about it, right?

yet all she said was, “it’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

she regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth, and she was about to smack herself in the face. all she had to say was, “no, i’m not mad at you, and you didn’t do anything wrong,” but she’s so used to deflecting questions relating to her emotions that she didn’t even consider properly answering you for even a moment.

her response left you confused and more convinced than ever that you somehow angered her, “oh… okay, if you say so…” you hesitated before leaving, sounding disappointed without the closure that you were searching for. 

god, she’s so pathetic when it comes to you. why can’t she just be as cool, calm, and collected as she normally is in day-to-day life instead of just staring at you from afar and yearning like a loser?

the next few days were awkward since she was low-key avoiding you out of embarrassment, but she doesn’t think you know that, even though you definitely realized there was something off with her. you had already tried to talk about it and she just shut you down, so you were biding your time until she would say something about it since you knew she always hated leaving things unsaid for any longer than two weeks. 

in the meantime, you seemed to be giving no-eul even more attention in her absence. once she even saw you spoon-feeding her dinner because she was too exhausted and wanted to skip the meal before heading straight to bed. it doesn’t really mean anything; she’s seen you do the same thing for other friends, but god, it made her blood boil whenever she remembered that you used to do that for her. 

then she saw that the two of you had started sharing clothes, her twin wearing one of your soft pink tank tops and you wearing her worn jean jacket, and all hell broke loose. 

she found herself cornering you in your room, pinning you up against the wall, and looking into your eyes with a sort of desperation. she was trying so hard to verbalize her feelings, to admit that she was envious and loved you for the longest time ever, but she found that nothing was being said.

“it’s okay, you can tell me,” you reminded gently, only wanting to know what was bothering her so that it could be fixed. you wouldn’t judge or get mad or anything, you just wanted her to stop suffering in silence because there was nothing you wanted more than her peace of mind. 

“i…” her voice was wavering until she took a deep breath, “i’m jealous.”

you were surprised at her response. “jealous of who?”

“... my sister…”

“but why are you jealous of no-eul?”

“because i like you,” she blurted out. “like, like like you. i always have…” it felt like she was in middle school all over again with those words because love was too intense, but was it more fitting? she isn’t sure. all that matters is that you understood how she felt, even if you were taken aback by her confession.

“you… really like me?”

sae-byeok closed her eyes, waiting for a rejection, but it never came. unexpectedly, your soft lips found their way to hers, pressing against her tenderly with your hands cupping her face to pull her closer. the action spoke louder than a thousand words, and after a second of processing what was going on, she reciprocated the kiss. 

years of buried emotions were being dug up as she took on more control of the situation, kissing you with more passion, and her tongue slipping in to explore your mouth. she felt her brain melting out of her ears with how sweet you were as you let out soft whimpers in between, turning her so much that she thought she would go mad if she didn’t have you right now.

“god, you’re so beautiful,” she groaned, moving to kiss underneath your jaw and your neck, “would it be okay if i…?”

“please,” you gasped, “i need you so bad.”

with one swift motion, she lifted you up into the air in her arms, bringing you over to your bed and laying you out before her. your heart was beating so fast you thought it would burst for a moment. it reminded you about how you used to love sae-byeok so much before that you were a hopeless fool, but believed she would never feel the same, so you shoved them far down where they would never see the light of day again and tried to make yourself content with being just friends. 

now, she was pulling down your shorts along with your underwear and lowering her mouth to taste you. isn’t it funny how life turns out? her hands gripping onto your waist to prevent you from squirming at the unfamiliar sensation of her breath ghosting over your heat before beginning to run her tongue along your folds, playing particular attention to your clit and making you cry out. your fingers tangled with her short black locks and gently tugged, which only spurred her on even more.

sae-byeok isn’t too experienced, but she’s certainly observant. she keeps her eyes open, analyzing how your face scrunches up in response to certain movements or how you become louder when she flicks her tongue a particular way, so that she could help you build up to an orgasm. you tasted so fucking sweet, and she was quickly becoming addicted as she lapped up your juices, wondering how she’ll ever be able to have enough now that she’s taken a bite from the fruit. 

you couldn’t help but shake at the intense pleasure you were feeling at the hands of your long-time crush, eyes beginning to tear up, and your back arching off the mattress. feeling yourself coming closer and closer to your climax, your thighs tightened their hold around her head, but she didn’t seem to mind it. if anything, it made her speed up, knowing that you were going to come at any moment now. she’s only ever dreamed of a moment like this before, and now, it was a reality.

for a split second, through blurred vision, you could have sworn you saw no-eul at the door, standing there watching for a second before rushing off, but you couldn’t linger on it for more than a second as you unraveled like a ribbon on sae-byeok’s tongue. 

she slowed her pace as you reached your peak, giving you a chance to come down from your high. her own underwear is so wet that she wondered if she had come as well, completely untouched. crawling from her position, she laid next to you and licked her lips clean before kissing you again, although you could still taste your own lingering arousal from her. 

“i think… i think no-eul saw us…”

“well, i can’t say i’m surprised,” she chuckled. “you were pretty loud.” there was a little guilt in her heart for traumatizing her sister like that. it wasn’t her intention, but she couldn’t help the slight pride for showing that you were hers. 

“was i really?”

“yeah, but it’s okay. it means i did a good job.”

request from anonymous:

Hii can i request a kang sae-byeok smut where she gets jealous because the reader is obliviously flirting with no-eul, if you decided to write this tysmm!!! 🫶🏻

[celestiamour]

NEED to eat him out please Vincent Benitez one chance please please please I’m better than Lawrence

BOYPUSSY SUNDAY

[celestiamour]

Hi! I wanted to request gn!wife!reader x Min-Su (player 125)

It’s an AU, where the game was stopped after the Merry-Go-Round and Min-Su returns home. They basically comfort each other (the reader comforts him bc of what he saw during the games and he comforts the reader, because they thought he was dead)

ft. park min-su x gn! reader — squid game

╰₊✧ reuniting with your husband after thinking he was dead┊0.6k words

contains: hurt/comfort, established relationship (married), mentions of canon-typical violence

when your husband disappeared without a trace, you didn’t know what to think about it. all that was missing were the clothes on his back, but his phone and wallet and all other belongings were still sitting untouched in your home. you didn’t think that he had left you like outsiders accused after finding out, whether for another person or a new life without strings attached, you knew he would never do anything of the sort. 

your first assumption was that he was dead, that the loan sharks had finally cornered him into some alleyway and beat him senseless until his body gave out. it wasn’t impossible when there were many nights spent patching up his bloody wounds and putting ice on his bruises. and it would have been impossible for him to fight back against those gangsters, and the thought of him all cold and alone to die from his injuries made your heart drop to your stomach. 

for the next few days, you fell into a deep depression. police didn’t seem to care about the disappearance of an adult man, even suggesting that he had left in favor of someone else over you, and only threatened trouble if you continued bothering them. you had to put on a strong face for your children even though you were quickly spiraling into a deep depression, telling them that their papa was just gone for a business trip and would be home soon, but it was difficult to play the part when you didn’t have the foggiest idea about his whereabouts if he wasn’t already buried six feet underground. 

then, one day, a week later, he returned.

he looked like he had aged years over just a few days. the boyish spark in his eyes had dimmed and clouded over with his feet dragging against the ground, like he was a walking dead man who had forgotten what it was like to be alive.

when he saw you standing at the front doorway, unsure whether to approach him or not as if you didn’t recognize him at all, his knees dropped to the pavement and broke down into tears. it was then you realized that the man before you was the min-su you had fallen in love with, and you ran towards him with such speed, you nearly tripped over your own two feet to get to him.

“where have you been?!” you cried, scraping your knees against to pavement as you fell against him and ignoring the stinging pain starting to bloom in them, “we’ve been worried sick!” you almost wanted to kick and scream at him for all he’s put you through while he was missing, but you didn’t have it in you to be angry at your soft-hearted husband after he looked like he just came back from war. you could never be angry at him, not now, not ever, even if he did disappear once again without a trace, not when you loved him more than anything. 

he didn’t know what to say, always a man of few words, but this instance was impossible to put into words. what was there to say, that he had been abducted by masked men in hot pink and he was forced to play children’s games with hundreds of others in heavy debt like him until they died and earned money from it? it was preposterous, and yet here he was, alive after the survivors voted to go home and three hundred fifty-six million won in his bank account.

he needed to tell you eventually, but after you both have calmed down. for now, you both were in a tight embrace with teary eyes, happy to be together again.

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ baby, when it's love, if it's not rough, it isn't fun ]❜

ft. the salesman (+ hwang jun-ho) x f! reader — squid game

╰₊✧ you could have never anticipated that the man you were helping a fellow winner find was an actual psychopath with his sights set on you┊2.4k words

contains: smut!! dom salesman & sub reader┊extremely dubious consent/noncon, gunplay (he puts it in your mouth and uhhh), kidnapping, bratting/brat-taming, reader wears a skirt, rushed

➤ author's note: ohh my god, he was so fucking sexy like he had one episode and stole the entire show!! gong yoo, please be cast in more villain roles ahhhhh i love him so much

you awoke with a start as a bucket of ice-cold water was splashed on you, coughing and sputtering as the unexpected sensation made you think you were drowning for a moment. blinking away the droplets stuck to your eyelashes, you tried to look around to analyze your surroundings, but it was so dark you could barely see two feet in front of you. tight ropes dug into the skin around your wrists, your waist, and your ankles, effectively binding you to a chair and ensuring you couldn’t move. you couldn’t even wiggle around like a pathetic worm stuck on the pavement would, and the feeling of helplessness started to settle in. 

someone had to be in the room with you, you doubted there was any kind of automated machinery doing it. “is someone there?” you sounded slightly hoarse, and your throat burned when you used it. “show yourself!”

“i don’t think you’re in any position to make orders, my dear,” a smooth voice called out. a dim light suddenly turned on, a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling by a piece of rope— why do all of these rooms used for either torture or interrogation all look the same?

a man appeared from the shadows, tall, dark, and handsome, dressed neatly in a black suit, and disgustingly familiar. he noticed the shock on your face and smiled condescendingly like you were a stupid child who didn’t know what was going on. “recognize me?”

of course, you did, this fucker was the guy you and seong gi-hun have been trying to track down for the past year. you remember the day you met him for the first time, in a subway station at the lowest point in your life, where he was offering you money if you won a game of ddakji. you remember him being shocked at how skilled you were with a burning determination to win, and he didn’t slap you once, murmuring something along the lines about how you were “the perfect candidate.” and you especially remember him handing you the card that would change the trajectory of the rest of your life. you were young and naive then, believing his words of a quick way to earn all of the cash to pay off your debts and more, only to later find yourself with lasting trauma from playing children’s games for your life, and the last survivor out of four hundred fifty-six total players. 

you became somewhat of a hermit since then, not wanting to look your loved ones in the face, knowing the money you had in your bank account was stained with blood. it stripped you of your identity, and you spent all your days isolated in your home, doing nothing but scrolling the internet and watching films. you were numb inside and had lost all meaning in life until an older man showed up at your door, the winner of the games after yours. he somehow tracked you down and asked you if you wanted to help him end the games, to prevent more people like the two of you from losing their lives in such a violent manner for the entertainment of the vips. you were hesitant at first, but you didn’t have anything better to do and all the money in the world to burn, so might as well do something good, right? 

after a few months of dead ends (no one was surprised, this was an international death game funded by the wealthiest folk in the world who were probably paying off the authorities to keep silent), the two of you decided to focus your resources on the recruiter as he was the only known employee who showed his face.

you figured at some point that he was keeping tabs on you to avoid getting caught, but you didn’t realize how obsessed he was— how obsessed he had become with you.

from the moment you beat him in his own game, he was hooked. he loved the look in your eyes, full of fiery determination, not just for the money, but for the satisfaction of beating a guy who said he would slap you if you lost. when you won, he was half-tempted to give you a card to be a recruiter like he was, but he wanted to know if you were really worth it. if you weren’t, you would die in the games like thousands of others, and his conscious would be clear, but of course, you had to go, come out as the sole victor, and get him absolutely infatuated. 

and you were looking for him along with the other winner, oh, you’re so cute for thinking you could best him once more. although since he underestimated you once again, you did come a little too close for comfort, so he had no choice but to capture you and prevent getting exposed. on the bright side, he now had you all to himself without that damn cop whose name is irrelevant to him following you around like a lost puppy. 

you kept your mouth shut, only glaring at him. if looks could kill, he’s be dead before you, but unfortunately, he’s alive and holding all of the power in this situation. “do you want to play a game?”

“what are you getting at?”

“nothing,” he chuckled. “i’m asking if you want to play a game.”

“don’t fuck with me, you’re so annoying,” you groaned.

he faked a shocked expression, putting his hand to his heart like you shot an arrow to his chest, “you wound me, my dear. i thought we were friends.”

“if you thought we were anything but enemies, you’re more stupid than i thought, and you really have the audacity to call me ‘my dear’ after all you’ve done? i can’t believe you—”

“you really are a brat, aren’t you?” his choice of words had you taken aback, and the sudden shift in tone sent chills down your spine. you needed to remember that he was a man who regularly sends hundreds to their death a year and was holding a probably loaded pistol in his hand, but to be honest, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you afraid. 

“am i? i don’t hate being called that, it kinda matches my aesthetic. anyway, no, i don’t wanna play another stupid game with you—” he raised his hand and struck you across the side of your face in an attempt to shut you up, but you rolled your neck around and looked back up at him, determined not to back down, “that was rude, pretty fucking rude actually. you shouldn’t hit a lady, even if i did deserve it—”

your sentence was cut off when he suddenly shoved the barrel of the gun into your mouth, making your eyes widen in surprise. you tried to pull away or to free yourself of the restraints to kick him away, but it was a hopeless endeavor. the gunpowder residue was bitter on your tongue, and you were about to gag at the arsenic taste and the way he seemed to be only pressing it even further to the back of your throat. 

he watched you struggle with teary eyes and spit starting to fall from the corner, finding a great sadistic kick in seeing you put up a losing fight against him. you may have beaten him once, but he was more prepared now to handle anything you would try to throw at him (although you don’t seem to be getting anywhere with how you were bound, so he wasn’t too worried).

“you need to learn to keep quiet,” he stated, narrowing his eyes at you. the gun was pulled from your jaws, immediately causing you to cough and gasp for air, watching as he placed a bullet into the cylinder and secured it in place with the most over dramatic flick of the wrist you’ve ever seen before pointing it right ot your forehead. “girls who run their mouths like you do are bound to piss some dangerous people.”

before you could open your mouth and say anything at all, he pulled the trigger, and you swear you saw white for a second and your entire life flash before your eyes. it was only a blank, which was expected from a one in six shot, but it was still a roughly seventeen percent chance, and anything that’s a positive possibility was anything you didn’t want to mess with.  

the recruiter smiled, “aw, so you are scared. you don’t need to worry though. i would rather not hurt you and would like to keep you alive for as long as possible.”

“alive for as long as possible?” you repeated. “if i didn’t know any better, i would think you liked me.”

“maybe i do.” he didn’t see any point in hiding it when it was obvious you were different than any other captive he’s taken hostage. if you were, he would have duct-taped your mouth or flat-out killed you ages ago, but he’s taken a liking to your fierce personality that loved to retort at him with any given opportunity. oh, he couldn’t wait to break you one of these days and have you be his pliant trophy wife instead to serve as a reminder of his conquest over you. 

“but that’s not the only purpose behind this abduction… i left behind a note for your little policeman friend about your disappearance. he’s probably tearing up the city looking for you as we speak,” he chuckled.  

jun-ho was frantically searching the city with seong gi-hun and the other gangsters that they hired, overanalyzing everything they could from the paper itself to the false clues typed out that only lead to dead ends, but they had no idea you were deep in the korean countryside, where no one would hear either of you if there was a ear-piercing scream or a gunshot splitting through the dark night. 

there was no one to save you now, and he had all the time in the world to pick you apart and put you back together to his liking. 

he crouched down in front of you, forcing you to look down into his eyes for the first time. you felt unsettled at the crazed glint of pure madness shining in them, instinctively trying to move away from him, but got nowhere. his gaze flickered to the gun in his hand and eyed the remnants of your spit glistening on the silver before smiling as if a wicked idea had crossed his mind, and you felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

the gun was once again pointed at your head, but instead of pulling the trigger like he did earlier, he slowly lowered it and allowed it to trail down your neck, down your torso, to…

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” 

he didn’t say anything at first, simply putting up one of his fingers to his lips to hush you before putting another bullet into the cylinder of the pistol. “each time you say something, i’ll add another bullet,” he stated simply, using the barrel of the gun to flip up the hem of your skirt and exposing your underwear. “i would hate for there to be an accident while we play this game. imagine how terrible it would be if my finger slipped.”

the idea of it made your blood freeze. despite all of your squirming, you still weren’t able to loosen the ropes even a little bit, only leaving indents and small wounds into your skin from the roughness of the material. you wanted nothing more than to kick him in the teeth and make an escape, but all you could do was watch in horror as the cold metal pressed against your clit and dipping into your heat. 

normally, in a game, there were established rules where both parties had a fair chance of victory, but not with this psychopath. you didn’t know the rules, you didn’t know if there was something other than your life on the line, you didn’t know what was coming after the game was finished— all you knew was that you lost before it even started. 

you took multiple shallow breaths as the gun entered your core with ease, the slick of your spit acting as a makeshift lube and making the process less painful than it would be without. his intense gaze didn’t leave you for even a moment, watching as it disappeared between your folds and slowly became coated with your arousal. you shouldn’t be feeling anything other than disgust, but you couldn’t help the heat that was encompassing your body. the barrel of the gun itself wasn’t particularly big, maybe comparable to a finger or two, yet the risk of death had adrenaline pumping through your veins and your head spinning. you were trapped in confusion, unsure if you were terrified or turned on, probably some mixture of the two. 

god, you’re sick for feeling this way, you’re really no better than he is. a knot was quickly starting to form in your stomach, tightening each time the firearm was thrusted in and out of your body at a steady pace with his knuckles brushing against your clit. your mind and your body were at war with each other, the former not wanting to have any part of this and the latter wanting to buck your hips closer to him. 

the recruiter seemed to notice this and chuckled, but chose not to say anything. in a way, you almost wish he did. you wanted him to taunt you about how much power he held over you or remind you about how disgusting the entire situation was, all so that the hate you felt towards him would outweigh the pleasure you were receiving.

the constant motion built up to a peak, and you felt yourself become undone at the hand of the very man who stood for everything you were against. your fists were balled up, nails digging into the flesh of your palm to distract you from the heartbreak. ashamed, you hung your head low and closed your eyes, hoping he would finally leave you alone now. you wished you had just kept your mouth shut so that he would lose interest in you, but you were too proud and just had to provoke him to the point that he became bent on breaking you.

how unlucky for you, he lifted your head with his finger under your chin and gently slapped your face a few times to bring you back to reality, “did you think i was done with you? oh no, my dear, the night is only starting. i have so much in store for you.”

request by anon:

I have a request for the salesman from squid game bc episode one of season 2 released a different side of me and now all I can think about is that Russian roulette scene😭😭🙏If possible I was hoping for Russian roulette with him but it ends smutty bc good god all mighty I need him so bad !! Im not too bothered about the details I just want smutty roulette with him🗣🔥

request by anon:

russian roulette noncon with the recruiter please if you write noncon

request by anon:

Imagine the salesman from squid game falling for former winner of the games 👀

[celestiamour]

I’m too stupid to write this salesman fic smh I’m putting it back on the back burner

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ train to busan ]❜

╰₊✧ contains: suh seok-woo, yoon seong-kyeong, min yong-guk, kim jin-hee

━━━ .°˖✧ suh seok-woo ˚₊ ⊹

18+) keep it confidential - you start an illicit affair with your boss for the sheer fun of it┊1.2k words

━━━ .°˖✧ yoon seong-kyeong ˚₊ ⊹

nothing here yet…

━━━ .°˖✧ min yong-guk ˚₊ ⊹

nothing here yet…

━━━ .°˖✧ kim jin-hee ˚₊ ⊹

nothing here yet…