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            ꒰ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 .ᐟ .ᐣ ᡣ𐭩 yandere husband! gong—yoo/salesman wanted to celebrate valentine‘s day with you, but two men seems to almost ruined your day. 

            ꒰ 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟(𝑠) .ᐟ .ᐣ ᡣ𐭩 yandere! gong—yoo x fem! chubby! blind! reader, the two men from sg2

            ꒰ 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡(𝑠) .ᐟ .ᐣ ᡣ𐭩 mdni. yandere, soft yandere, mentioned of slapping, reference to the bread and lottery episode, reader is blind, not much dialogue cus i was a bit lazy in this one, reader is written as chubby, man is so lovestruck, petnames (honey, darling)

            ꒰ 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 .ᐟ .ᐣ ᡣ𐭩 yes, i am aware that valentine had ended a week or two ago, i had planned to write this the day before my exam 💔 (i als forgor this was in my draft lol)

𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐆—𝐘𝐎𝐎 is a man who thrives on control, his every move calculated, his emotions tightly held under wraps. yet, when it comes to you, his sweet, chubby wife, he‘s a man lost in love. he‘s a master of many things—ruthless in his business, terrifying to his enemies—but with you? he‘s soft. completely and utterly soft.

the world knows him as the man in a perfectly tailored black suit, his hair slicked back, his smile charming yet dangerous. his days are filled with playing ddakji with people who are either in debt, scammed or poor for 100,000 won and slapping his challengers when they inevitably fail. money is never an issue, a suitcase filled with cash a constant reminder of his success.

but when he comes home, everything changes. there, he‘s greeted by his beautiful wife—you—preparing him dinner like a good housewife, despite your blindness. his love for you is immeasurable, and he‘d never dream of raising his voice to you. he wants to protect you, keep you happy, safe from the cruel world outside.

your home is neat, clean, everything in its place, just the way he likes it. he made sure of it, arranging everything to make it easier for you to navigate, even with your limited sight. it‘s a silent expression of his love—his desire to make you feel as comfortable and secure as possible.

but today… today was special.

gong—yoo wanted to make valentine‘s day unforgettable for you. he spent the entire day spoiling you, lavishing you with gifts and his affection. the entire day was filled with laughter, his hands holding yours, kissing each of your fingers as if you were the most precious thing in his world. you were his soft spot, his obsession. the bags in his hands were filled with everything you desired, yet despite your insistence to carry them yourself, he refused. he‘d already done so much for you, but no. he had to do more. always more.

what you didn‘t know was that there were two men following you both. gong—yoo, ever the protector, told you to go inside first. without question, you obeyed.

the men, unaware of the danger they were walking into, followed gong—yoo inside. they were quickly knocked unconscious by a can of food, tied up to chairs, their mouths gagged with cloth. they were now in a room that you were forbidden to enter. gong—yoo had always been clear about it—his office room was not a place for you. he told you it was unkempt and dirty, and you believed him.

but what you didn‘t realize was that the “office” wasn‘t the only thing in that room. it was filled with weapons. guns. the kind of things gong—yoo used when his temper flared.

he stood over the two men, the gun resting in his hand, his demeanor cold and calculating. the rules of the game were simple; play rock-paper-scissors, and the loser gets shot. but it was a cruel twist—only one bullet in the gun. a game of russian roulette disguised as a game of chance.

as the game went on, a knock interrupted the tension. gong—yoo‘s dark, dangerous demeanor melted away the moment your voice reached his ears. the smile that followed was soft, lovestruck, utterly devoted.

“honey? are you okay in there?”

his eyes softened as he motioned for silence, his finger against his lips. “of course, darling. do you need anything?”

the sudden change in tone caught the men off guard. how could someone so ruthless, so frightening, sound so gentle with you? they couldn’t understand it.

you casually asked if he wanted to watch a movie after dinner. gong—yoo‘s heart skipped a beat. his entire body ached with desire to rush to you, but he held himself back. he couldn‘t ruin everything now. he wanted to keep you safe, happy, and blissfully unaware of the darker side of his world. but every word from your lips drove him closer to madness.

“i‘ll be done soon, darling. don‘t worry.” his voice was as soft as velvet, his hand reaching out to hold yours, gently caressing your knuckles as he kissed your palm.

you kissed his cheek, and the simple affection almost made him lose control. “okay, i love you,” you whispered.

“i love you too,” he responded, his voice thick with affection, his hand brushing against your hair as you left.

once the door clicked shut behind you, gong—yoo locked it again, his expression darkening. the gun was back in his hand, his smile turning into something darker, but it was still laced with that love for you—obsessive, possessive love.

“so… where were we?” he asked, eyes gleaming as he turned back to the two men, his love for you making him both gentle and terrifying. his heart beat for you, but his actions? those were still cold, calculated… and deadly.

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friends asked me to draw a bee with a binky here you guys can have it too

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he’s disgusting, he’s repulsive, (I’d fuck him) he’s nasty, he’s not allowed within 20 feet of my property

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i’ve been reading and re blogging on tumblr for what two years this year and i can say sometimes we don’t need a part two for some fics! some of them are meant to be only one part! so don’t stress the writers out! if they don’t say anything about another part let them breathe! ♡

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Thinking about namgyu with a plus size reader where he’s absolutely obsessed with her body. Like he has it BAD for her stomach, tits and ass. And also super possessive and shit. Doesn’t leave my mindddd😩😩

raaaaahhhhhh namgyu who gets called a chubby chaser but he genuinely loves your body. He always wants to see it move. your hips swaying as you rush forward at the grocery store to grab something sweet. your tits bouncing as you walk hand in hand down the street. your stomach folding over and your thighs flattening out as you press yourself against him during movie night. feeding you bites of his desserts so he doesn't devour them immediately. ordering your dinner for you because you like the surprise and watching with a shimmer in his eyes as you try it. keeping his arm tight around your waist as you walk around shopping. his eyes narrowing in on a dude staring hard and grinning. giving you his credit card and telling you to go ahead of him and get in line. the moment you disappear he's on that man like a vulture. flicking out his pocket knife he places it against the mans stomach. Threatening him that if he doesn't leave right now he'll shove that knife deep in his stomach and rip it up until his intestines soaked the floor. joining you only after the man leaves with a smile on his lips and a kiss for your temple. buying you a snack so you two can share it on your way to the next few stores.

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Summer Berry Mix 🍓🫐 ♡⊹˚₊

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No matter what I will always be a Dae Ho and Min Su defender

Also argue to the wall

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"We need more realistic characters"

AND YALL HATE ON THEM

Squid game fans when character wants to live instead of dying for person they knew for few days: 😡😡😡

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I'm never forgiving yall for how you treated my boy Dae Ho who's PERFECT example of PTSD

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dae-ho means "big tiger" 🐯

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gorgeous men oh my god

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Raw. Till I’m screaming. Next question.

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⊹ 𝓤𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦 〟

          ꒰       𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦       .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 platonic yandere! cho hyun—ju acts like a big sister to you

          ꒰       𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟(𝑠)      .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 cho hyun—ju x f! pre—teen chubby reader

          ꒰       𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡(𝑠)       .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 mdni. crybaby! reader, soft yandere, yandere behavior, reader is younger than 12.. chubby! reader. reader calls hyunju unnie.

          ꒰       𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠       .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 requested by @stariou !! <3 thank u for requesting !!! 🤍

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 never allow for softness. it was a cold, unrelenting place where survival often demanded blood on your hands and steel in your heart. but cho hyun—ju found something different that day.

it was during a break between rounds when she came across you, a frail—looking pre—teen huddled in the corner of the dormitory. your uniform strained slightly around your middle, dirt streaked your round cheeks, and your sniffles filled the otherwise silent room. what struck hyun—ju the most were your eyes—wide, teary, and pleading, despite your best efforts to look brave.

“what are you doing here?” hyun—ju asked, her voice soft, almost cautious.

you wiped your nose on your sleeve and mumbled, “nothing . .”

“nothing can get you killed in this place,” hyun—ju said, crouching down to meet your gaze. the games weren‘t kind to the vulnerable, and you looked like you might burst into tears any second.

“i—i wasn’t crying,” you stammered, your voice trembling.

something about the way your pudgy hands trembled as you clutched your knees made hyun—ju‘s chest tighten. you were too young, too fragile for this nightmare. she sighed, reaching out but stopping just short of touching you.

“what‘s your name?” hyun—ju asked gently.

“y/n—y/n l/n . .” you whispered, blinking back more tears.

from that moment, hyun—ju decided you were hers to protect. you were too soft for this world, too breakable. and if she had to shield you from every horror in the games, she would.

you weren‘t sure what to make of hyun—ju. she was always there, fussing over you like some overbearing guardian. she made sure you ate, kept you close during the games, and even wiped away your tears when you couldn‘t hold them back anymore.

“you can‘t trust anyone,” hyun—ju would say, her tone stern but her hands gentle as she adjusted your oversized jacket. “not in this place. not even me.”

but you did trust her. despite her warnings, she felt like the only safe thing in a world that wanted to tear you apart. she didn’t just protect you—she doted on you. when you cried, she didn‘t scold you. instead, she‘d kneel beside you, murmuring soft reassurances and patting your back until the sobs subsided.

“it‘s okay to cry,” she said once, brushing a tear from your chubby cheeks. “but don‘t let them see. they’ll think you’re weak.”

“i—i‘m not weak!” you protested through hiccups, your cheeks flushed.

hyun—ju chuckled softly, ruffling your hair. “i know you‘re not. you‘re stronger than you think.”

you quickly learned that hyun—ju’s protectiveness had no limits. once, during the chaos after a particularly brutal game, another player shoved you out of the way to grab a piece of bread. you stumbled and hit the ground, tears welling up instantly. before you could even cry out, hyun—ju was there.

“what do you think you‘re doing?” she hissed, stepping between you and the other player.

“it‘s just bread,” the player muttered, backing away under her glare.

hyun—ju turned back to you, kneeling down and inspecting your scraped hands. “does it hurt?” she asked, her voice softening.

you sniffled and nodded, fresh tears streaming down your face. “it— it‘s fine,” you whimpered, trying to be brave.

“no, it‘s not fine,” hyun—ju said firmly. she wiped your tears with her sleeve and gave you a small smile. “but it‘s okay. i‘ll take care of it.”

as the games progressed, hyun—ju became more and more attached. she watched your every move, her sharp gaze always scanning for potential threats. when alliances formed, she made sure everyone knew you were off—limits.

“if anyone touches her, she‘ll answer to me,” she said once, her tone light but her eyes deadly serious.

“unnie, you don‘t have to do all this,” you said one night, sitting close to her in the dimly lit dormitory. “i—i can take care of myself.”

hyun—ju’s lips quirked into a soft smile. “you think you can survive these games on your own? you‘re barely twelve.”

“i‘m not a baby,” you muttered, crossing your arms.

“you‘re my baby,” hyun—ju said without thinking. when you blinked at her in surprise, she quickly added, “what i mean is… i‘m here to look out for you. someone has to.”

you didn‘t argue. deep down, you were grateful for her. the games were terrifying, and having hyun—ju by your side made it a little less unbearable.

one night, as you curled up in a corner, your head resting on hyun—ju‘s lap, you asked, “why do you care so much about me?”

hyun—ju ran her fingers through your hair, her touch gentle. “because someone should,” she said softly. “and because you remind me that there‘s still something good in this world. something worth protecting.”

you didn‘t fully understand what she meant, but her words made you feel warm, even in the cold, heartless dormitory. you closed your eyes, letting her presence lull you to sleep.

for hyun—ju, the sight of you resting peacefully was enough. she didn‘t care about the cost, about what she’d have to do to keep you safe. you were her reason to keep going, her light in the darkness. and she’d do anything to protect that light.

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⊹ 𝓗𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 〟

          ꒰       𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦       .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 your husband, romantic yandere! hwang jun—ho comes late to find you sleeping on the couch after tirelessly doing your housewife chores

          ꒰       𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟(𝑠)      .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 husband! hwang jun—ho x housewife! chubby reader, unnamed/oc baby

          ꒰       𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡(𝑠)       .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 mdni. yandere, romantic yandere, soft yandere, chubby reader, petnames (yeobo, baby) could be seen as non—squid game au, fluff, bit angst, brief mentions of insecurities.

          ꒰       𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠       .ᐟ  .ᐣ       ᡣ𐭩 almost teared up while writing this :<< requested by two people and one of them is @ilikebigredbus28 and anon !!!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 felt like it was stuck on a loop, a familiar rhythm you‘d grown used to. wake up, feed your son, tackle the laundry, put him down for a nap, and then wait for your husband, hwang jun─ho, to return home from work. it was the same, day in and day out.

tonight was no different. your two─years─old son lay sprawled in his crib, his small body snuggled into the blankets. his soft snores filled the room, his tiny fingers clutching his favorite plushie. you patted his round little belly gently, humming a soothing tune, and smiled as his eyelids fluttered shut.

he looked so much like jun─ho, it was almost eerie. the sharp cut of his eyes, the curve of his lips, even the shape of his nose. the resemblance was undeniable, like someone had taken your husband and shrunk him down into a chubby, toddler-sized version.

the dim glow of your bedside lamp cast a warm light over the room, illuminating your son‘s cherubic cheeks and soft, pouty lips. the starry designs you and jun─ho had painstakingly painted on the walls glimmered faintly, a quiet reminder of the nights you spent together building this nursery. jun—ho hadn‘t let you lift a single finger, his hands always on your back or belly, his worry about your health almost suffocating.

you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your son‘s plump cheek. he let out a sleepy sigh, his little fingers twitching in response. “goodnight, yeobo,” you whispered, the familiar term of endearment rolling off your tongue like a melody.

as you straightened up, your phone lit up in your hand. the lockscreen was a photo of you, jun—ho, and your son from your trip to london. he had insisted on taking it, his arm wrapped firmly around your plushy waist, pulling you close as if the gap between you wasn‘t already nonexistent.

the clock read 10:45 p.m.

you sighed ── your gaze flicking to the empty space where your husband should‘ve been. he‘s late again. he always came home eventually, no matter how late, but the waiting still gnawed at you.

you made your way downstairs, the weight of your day clinging to you like a heavy blanket. the curry chicken you‘d made earlier sat on the stove, waiting to be reheated. as you busied yourself tidying the living room, you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror above the fireplace.

your full cheeks, softened jawline, and rounded shoulders greeted you. you tugged at the hem of your oversized sweater, feeling its comforting stretch over your curves. you’d always been soft—your hips wide, your arms pillowy, your belly plush—and while you tried not to let it bother you, the lingering looks from others sometimes made your chest tighten. but jun—ho had always loved every inch of you, his hands lingering just a little longer on your waist, his fingers tracing the swell of your thighs whenever you were close.

an hour passed, and you were on the brink of sleep, the television murmuring quietly in the background. your body sank into the couch, the day‘s exhaustion weighing down your eyelids.

you didn‘t even hear the door open, but the familiar touch of a hand on your shoulder stirred you. your eyes fluttered open, meeting the intense gaze of jun—ho as he knelt before you. his uniform was slightly rumpled, his tie undone, and his dark eyes were sharp, scanning your face with a quiet intensity that made your heart stutter.

“yeobo,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, “why didn‘t you go to bed?”

“i was waiting for you,” you admitted, your voice groggy. “the curry— i forgot to reheat it—”

before you could rise, his hands found your wrists, his grip firm but careful. “shh. don‘t worry about that. i already ate.”

his thumb brushed over the soft skin of your palm as his gaze dipped to your rounded cheeks, a small smile tugging at his lips. “you‘re working too hard, baby. look at you ── you‘re exhausted.”

“i‘m fine,” you tried to argue, but the way his hand cupped your face, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek, silenced you.

“no,” he said quietly, his voice laced with something darker, something unyielding. “you‘re not fine. you‘re tired because you‘re always doing everything for us. for me. you shouldn‘t have to.”

his words made your throat tighten, guilt bubbling to the surface. “but you work so hard too. i just want to make things easier for you—”

his other hand moved to your waist, his fingers curling into the plush fabric of your sweater as if anchoring himself to you. “it‘s not your job to make things easier for me. you‘re already giving me everything. all i want is you.”

“but i do sincerely apologize for not being . . a good father, or husband, and not being able to be here with you guys.”

the intensity in his voice made your chest ache, and you reached up to cup his face, your fingers brushing against the sharp line of his jaw. “jun—ho— baby, don‘t blame yourself. you‘re an amazing husband. an amazing father. we‘re lucky to have you.”

his eyes softened, but the tension in his shoulders didn‘t ease. instead, he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours, his voice dropping to a whisper. “you don‘t know how much you mean to me. you don‘t know how much i need you.”

the words lingered in the air, heavy with an unspoken depth that sent a shiver down your spine. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you against him until you were flush with his chest, his hands gripping you as if he was afraid to let go.

as he carried you upstairs, cradling you in his arms like you weighed nothing, his lips brushed against your temple. “you‘re everything to me,” he whispered, the words a soft promise. “i‘ll never let anyone take you away from me.”

you fell asleep that night wrapped in his warmth, his arms like an unyielding shield around you, his presence both comforting and just a little too much.

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can someone.... pls send request......

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i’m in love with hwang jun-ho

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changed my new theme and color scheme, how yall feeling :p