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omg guys!! am sorry i havent posted anything in awhile BUT i just wanna say tysm for 1000 followers bro... like i love you all sm and i love all of u who send requests!! 🥹🫶🏻 i WILL post, just idk if soon ://

for the 1 who started this blog in the first place heheheh

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WAIIT you should write namgyu and myunggi!! I love that broke bum baby daddy

i support this motion. first thing i thought of when i watched ep. 2

⊂⁠*⁠.⁠✧ you're myung-gi's "one and only", but oh no! looks like he's willing to do some teamwork on you...

warnings: 18+, DARK CONTENT, hate sex, double penetration, threesome, mysoginistic!nam-gyu & myung-gi x fem!reader, degradation, rough, noncon || ∆

⊂*⁠.⁠✧ myung-gi promises you, with all his heart, he'd find you. to compensate for whatever absence he had made you feel in the past, to compensate the love that he had neglected you of. but maybe you're the piece of shit one! for not accepting his apologies. for not forgiving him and letting him love you. for not letting him use you again.

it was cut-throat— two simple directions. he'd kill one person to pass, then he'd be running straight back to protect you. you said that he shouldn't, that he should fucking leave you alone because you can handle yourself. deep down, you are waiting for him. unbeknownst to you though, the drug addict offered up a proposal to team-up with myung-gi! two unstoppable forces. maybe this really shows what myung-gi's morality's truly like, he was destined to be partnered up with people like nam-gyu.

myung-gi was quiet most of the time, only breaking his silence by saying something useful. nam-gyu on the otherhand was unbearably talkative, "hey, man, you tryin' to find your girl?" myung-gi knows better than to respond. nam-gyu would nudge his shoulders, "you are. figures, she alone?" there's nothing meaningful to reply to that, nam-gyu doesn't care, he'll continue to talk and talk and talk, tilting his head to the side, curious-like...

"she's cute. really cute. perky tits, glossy eyes." myung-gi freezes, adjusting his knife to threaten nam-gyu's neck. "don't fucking dare," nam-gyu has no dignity left in him anymore, doesn't even show any sense of fear. "when's the last time you complimented her? maybe that's why ya’ two aren't gettin' along-" "i said fuck. off." the blade of his sword would touch the other guy's neck. nam-gyu pouts, whining in a mocking tone: "aww, but that's what's happening, right? i heard you two fightin', she doesn't wanna be with you, bro."

myung-gi stops walking, stops doing anything altogether, furrowed brows and a heart full of burden. was it wrong to think you were such a bitch? he was doing everything for you! "you're mad." nam-gyu snickers, "yeah, i am. fucking frustrated she won't get me."

"we can get her back, you know?" "what do you mean we?"

"we, take our anger out on her, works like a charm." he doesn't acknowledge myung-gi's question, "that bitch pisses me off too much, talks about how i'm crazy. she's crazy for not letting you help her— stupid, even." while myung-gi gives ideas for better teamwork ethic in hide and seek, nam-gyu gives the best ideas for shit like this. "i was kinda thinkin' of... hm... putting her in her place?"

"it wouldn't be that hard, i don't think... you've already gotten her knocked up!" he adds as he giggles to himself, like that was the most intellectual statement in the world. it takes everything not to shove the knife he was holding right through his chest, but myung-gi was easy to convince, to corrupt, maybe you do need to be put in your place.

when you hide by yourself, not looking to run into anyone but myung-gi, you find a small room with colorful drawings painted all over the walls. this was the best thing you could do, running constantly would only make you tired. though, after a few minutes, you hear nam-gyu's voice in the distance, player 124, someone you know you should stay away from. your breath hitches, hand covering your mouth so you wouldn't make a single sound, yet, you also hear myung-gi's voice. myung-gi! maybe he'd be able to save you from nam-gyu!

myung-gi pushes the door open, seeing you eye to eye. his expression softens for a second, before glaring at you, remembering what he wants to do. he slowly walks inside, looking down at you, with an unfamiliar look on his face. "i... myung-gi... careful, i heard nam-gyu's just right down-" nam-gyu would step in, ironically, speaking of the devil. "me? awh, she's thinking of me." myung-gi would grab the collar of your shirt, pulling you closer to him.

"what the- myung-gi." you call out, "you taking drugs too?" nam-gyu would take the hit from the comment, speaking just a few feet away from you, "that all you can say? you're so shallow... jeez... what a woman."

"shush, can you listen to me for once?" myung-gi reasons, but you were so stubborn! "what? what do you want from me again, myung-gi?" "you're fucking ungrateful." he pins you against the wall, two men who have knives were apparently teaming up on you, what else were you supposed to do???

"myung-gi- what are you doing-" he fake-pouts, like how you do whenever he asks for forgiveness. "oh? so now you wanna act weak? you've been tellin' me all this time that you can handle yourself." nam-gyu slides right behind you, "fuuck, tell her, bro!" hands immediately sliding underneath your shirt and on-top of your chest. you yelp. "myung-gi! he's—" he shushes you. "take off her clothes," nam-gyu would immediately do as he was told, he was also the one benefiting from it anyway. "you. don't say a word, unless i tell you to, copy that?" "what the fuck, myung-gi!" he'd grip your jaw, "can't your little brain follow orders? don't speak. simple." "or you die...!" the one behind you adds, you could only whine in response.

with your clothes lying on the floor, you feel filthy, for being sandwiched by the two men, one you barely even know, naked. "she likes this," he looks you in the eye, like he knows what you're going through and makes fun of you. "don't you?" myung-gi smiles, revelling in your defeat. you're not sure if you should respond to that or not. "she's making that face, means she's into this, disgusting shit like this." nam-gyu would gasp in amazement, smiling as he continues to grope your tits and occasionally flicking your clit. "really? told you. told you i'm an expert at what women like."

"myung-gi, please-" "you'll get what i can give you. no more special shit. i've been offering you everything and you're taking it all for granted. you should know by now you're gonna get what i choose to give you." it seems he was done, so genuinely pissed off at how you were treating him, despite how he was treating you just as bad and if not worse! you should stay away from self-absorbed men, but fuck, did a dick feel good. you'd probably get pregnant right now if you weren't already.

so there you were: the father of your child right infront of you, dick sliding in a rhythm inside your shamefully throbbing pussy, trying to match nam-gyu's pace. his left hand still gripping your jaw to look at him and only him. you whine with tears staining your cheeks, looking up at myung-gi like you were sorry. maybe occasionally looking at nam-gyu. "don't look at that jerk, or i'll make this harder for you." his other hand presses against your lower stomach, he knows you liked that. that's why he got you knocked up in the first place.

nam-gyu's warm breath would tickle against your skin, licking the back of your ear, "don't listen to him- he doesn't treat you right— ain't that correct?" nam-gyu's dick also filling up your other hole was too overstimulating, you weren't used to this at all, the way they coaxed you. both his hands were leaving prints on your ass and waist. "don't- fucking- mess with us, with your silly words," "the only thing sweet about you is your holes. sweetheart." that fucking lunatic's laugh ringing in your ear, you didn't wanna moan because a drug addict was fucking you senseless. or because a drug addict and your supposed husband was fucking you at the same time.

"please- i- myung-gi, forgive me...hn..!" it was so hard to speak without doing it though, moaning would mean they felt good, they felt amazing. that they'd be motivated to go on and on... "keep on begging, fuck, you- you're fucking heartless, for making me so stressed and worried about you-" they both continue to thrust and thrust, unstoppable, with all the adrenaline of murder and sex, they could go for hours if the game didn't have a time limit! "yeah... you shouldn't... treat your boyfriend like that- fuck, you're so tight-" "m'sorry- i'm really sorry.. myung-gi.. nam-gy-" myung-gi slaps your mouth, "not him. don't forget who you belong to." "i'm sorry!" you whimpered out. he's suddenly turned all strict on you... :(

you'd guess they had this all figured out, you don't know when they did. when you'd check the timer, there was still 20 minutes left! 20. long. minutes.

"for now on you're gonna be a good little tool for us until the finale..., we'll take it as an apology." "for- for us?" "me and him. i think two dicks’ just enough for a slut like you."

ts is sum freakshit . ✓✓✓ is it me or when myung-gi got meaner he got hotter. like THAT'S whats wrong with me. & dae-ho too... WHO SAID THAT

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guilt sex w namgyu, reader guilting namgyu into sex or the other way around idc

i see alot of ppls reqs are more needy!nam-gyu hmmm. i miss this man everyday (fuck YOU minsu) ty guys for all the love in my inbox ♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)

warnings: 18+, sex, degradation, dubcon, fingering, nam-gyu guilts you into sex, humiliation kink, exhibitionism, nam-gyu's high asf ∆ nam-gyu x fem!reader || ⁠✧

～⁠ˆつ⁠｡⁠☆ you know nam-gyu, all too well. too caught up in his head, too caught up in whatever people had to do and think about him.

meeting him in the games was surprising enough, for you and for him, but it wasn't surprising to see him cling onto the only guy who had some power and pride: thanos. he was weak. without anything he was weak. with pills though? he was anything other than it. he frightened you more than the other players. he was strong enough to reach the game with only 24 players left, hell, you're not sure why you're still alive right now. you shouldn't. and he knows this. takes full advantage of it too.

so with his wasted mind, too polluted with colorful pills, maybe in mourning to his good friend— who he really didn't consider as a friend. more of a rival. because it felt like the world revolved around people like thanos, not the lackey. he drags his body, walking over to you. he had only made a few interactions with you upon entering the games. nobody needs to acknowledge past relationships, you liked that unspoken rule. but it seems he'd told thanos about your "history". he was so dependent on the key approval of others, he had to "flex" you.

"babe. babe." he called out from just a few feet away, you had just finished eating lunch, staring at the floor as you try to let the feeling of seeing countless deaths in the span of a few days. "baby, can'tcha hear me? did someone cut your ears?" a sober, less thanos-consumed, nam-gyu wouldn't have called you that. you don't reply to him, and obviously his dependent personality takes the hit, he's probably getting pissed off by the second. "shut it,"

he immediately sits right next to you, back pressed against the wall, his right arm wrapping right around your shoulders, mouth pressed right against your ear. "you know you shouldn't be alive right now." you forget to speak, earning him a squeak, "but i'm glad we have a chance to talk, yeah..." you shake your head. and he chuckles. you speak, "no we don't." but of course you won't get it, he thinks.

"just tell me, tell me what you're feeling right now, i know you're lonely." he rubs the back of your neck, your shoulder blades, anything to rile you up. "’cause i'm so lonely too. you know that?" he looks you in the eye, face just centimeters apart. maybe if he acts all sentimental and emotional, you'll believe him.

"you are?" he nods immediately, grateful for any sort of response from you. "i'm... really scared." you quietly confess, he only purrs, that's what he likes to hear, you're finally starting to give yourself. "aww... yeah? you're scared? i know you are." his hands move to the back of your head, "so many people dying... so many killings..." he'd switch the facade just as fast- "like- i could kill you, right now- during lights out, babe." the hand on the back of your head tugging roughly on the strands, a pyschotic smile plastered on his lips. "but i won't cuz- cuz i'm scared like you, it's okay." you were confused, and feeling all too much at once accompanied with the weight of the games.

"and i miss you so much! sososo much, your skin n' all...i wish i could've fucked you that time we met." his hand would now wrap around your neck, tightening ever so slightly, "’m so sad you barely noticed me right in here," his left hand would graze the center of his pants, rubbing at the point where you would think is the tip. "i was jerking off in the bathrooms, thinkin' of your sweet ass..." he bites his lips, hands fidgeting slightly from symptoms of overdose. he barely gives you any space to talk back, because what would you even reply to that?

"...and who knows, we might die tomorrow, hm? right? what if i get eliminated on the next game? my only wish is to fuck you..." the hand on your neck moves immediately past the waistband of your pants, "are you not charitable enough to make a dyin' man's wish come true?" he pouts, looking at you like it was your fault he would have a probability of dying tomorrow, the tips of his fingers would linger at your clothed clit, rubbing lazy circles on the sensitive nub. "so please, would you do it f'me? you're obedient enough..." you're not sure if you did nod or not... you just know it might be worth it in the end.

you're glad that your beds placed on the corner, but it was still a public place...

now your back's pressed against his chest, legs spread apart by the arm and hand working underneath in-between your thighs, pants now moved to your thighs. "c'mon, you're a good whore, i know it, you made it this far," you shake your head, "they're starin', ah...nam-gy-" he'd cut you off, thrusting his dick deeper inside your wet heat. his other hand presses against your mouth, "let them look, it's okay, you're sososo pretty..." he whispers praise, despite the absolute filth of an act you two were doing. "letting me do this to you... just ’cuz i asked you, huh?" he'd even block your nose for a few seconds so he could see the way you panic, panic with his dick inches deep inside you. he was humoured, and don't you think he wouldn't notice the way you'd clench tighter when he does it. "you like it when i'm in control... didn't expect any better..." you frown, mixed with a whimper, "i don't-"

"you do. you're enjoying it, i'm so smart to think this, don't cha’ think?" he looks down over at you, fingers still lazily tracing against your sensitive nub, just so you could squirm more and more. he didnt need to move that much, just balls deep, kissing you cervix was enough. "im sure you are... yeah... ’cuz your eyes are rolling like those whores in pornos, wow..."

he's fucked you hard enough to forget about the games for a brief second, maybe that's his little sabotage tactic so you're caught off-guard when you compete in the next round. "mmph- wait, gonna- gonna give you a gift-" he bounces your body with his hands, rapidly, as if he was in a hurry. but he was desperate just like you. you could already feel the warmth spilling out to paint your insides, that's when you moan just a little bit too loud, "you're makin' such- such a fool outta' yourself, that's right, fuckin' moan more-" when he's fully satisfied that's when he'd break character, when he knows he's gotten what he wants. "good slut.. won't fuck this pussy in the real world though." he mumbles to himself, enough for you to hear.

but god did his dick contain the pills he was consuming too? ’cuz you sure are addicted now. no matter what mean words he says.

a/n : idk if u guys still like myunggi enough to accept a myunggi and namgyu threesome or like myunggi fucking you as an apology...

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we need desperate withdrawal needy namgyu smut🙏🏻🙏🏻

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

in the end, he wins. he always does.

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

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knife play with nam-gyu during hide and seek..nghgfn..

no bcuz ure so real. why was he so hot in that. he was singing. talking abt one night stands. he was so horny. he was so yummy. this one no proofread:(.

warnings: 18+, sex, knifeplay (knife would scratch u just a lil’ bit), blood kink, cunnilingus during hide & seek, dubcon, object fucking :3, nam-gyu x fem!reader

人｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ oh no! you were red, and he was blue! you frowned as you looked at him from the other side, the only "ally" you had. once the rules were announced, he'd immediately come to you, with his hands pressed together: "c'mon, can you even kill with that? i know you can't." he says, on his knees, drugged-out of his mind. "please, please, let's switch teams, just let me have it, hm?" his hands were already holding the handle of the sword, like he knows you'd give in immediately. the sharp blade would accidentally scrape his finger and he winces, "fff...m'bleeding." "sorry." you immediately mumbled. seeing the blood drip down to the palm of his already bloodied-up hands from the previous games. "make it feel better—" he catches you off-guard by shoving the bleeding finger past your lips, you choke. "give me the sword, c'mon! don't be difficult, jeez." he stares right into you, into how you were getting used to the metallic taste of his blood.

of course you give in.

"fuck yes! thank you, thank youuuu..." you stare at the big wide grin plastered on his lips, "we're gonna team up, yeah?" a big hand tugging lightly on the key necklace wrapped around your neck, "g'nna find you, and thank you... you for bein' such a good teammate—" when he was overdosing with drugs, he was more vocal. he talked more, but you can't help but shake the fact he's sounding just like thanos right about now. "...thought you were a stupid cunt, in the midst of it all, but you're so smart!"

wow. fuck him.

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the hide and seek game finally starts, and you're quivering in your boots! where were you gonna hide? you hear "player 124, pass" just a few minutes ago, so you try your best to stay alive, hiding in a small room your key had opened. were you so sure that he'd be finding you? he was overdosed! of course he'd forget you the second you leave his sight.

these thoughts however, leave your mind when you hear his silly voice, humming a famous song about love and whatnot. you also hear echoes of your name being called out, guess he didn't forget about you.

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atleast now you know you're safe. well... at the very least, the safest place you could be is right underneath him, legs spread with him in-between, and the sword you offered to give him as he glides the smooth blade against your clothes. "nam-gyu... i... anyone could kill us, kill me...!" he just laughs. "you're not thinkin' right, ah... no-one's gonna kill you, m'right here." he says as to assure you, "and i won't kill you, because i've already passed right? and this is just a small lil’ thank you gesture." you nod, just staring at him with all the utmost trust you could give. afterall, he's the one holding the knife.

his shakings hands (not from fear but from the pills) that's holding the sword, slowly rips the hem of your shirt. "nam-gyu! they're not gonna give me new clothes—!" he quickly points the knife to your face, and you freeze. "shhhh. don't worry, all you do is worry!" the cold blade would press slightly against your lips. "this isn't about you, can't you understand that? we're gonna do what i want." he brings the sword back to your shirt, slowly ripping the fabric in half to see your bra underneath, "i-i don't want other people to see me naked," you frowned, "fuck, you keep complaining, i'm just getting to the good part." he groans in annoyance, his clouded eyes glaring at you with disgust, while you stare back like you were begging for mercy.

he'd rip your bra too. his mouth would immediately latch onto one of your nipples, whilst the other sensitive bud feeling the cold, metal knife. "fuck. i miss this... you're so cute ’n weak." he'd bite at the hardened bud, eyes staring at you. "you know you want this too? even how everyone's dyin', you want to get fucked. by me. of all people." he'd lick a long stripe against your cleavage. "m'so glad that jerk thanos is dead, for sure he'd fuck you too. and you'd gladly take it."

"guess that's just how sluts think. ’ts okay, thanos told me alot ’bout girls like you." "m'not a slut..." he'd snicker to himself, the way you were trying to defend yourself despite the situation was quite ironic. "you act like one," the sword would move on to rip the fabric in-between your thighs. his eyes would light up, seeing the pool of pure wetness and arousal at the center of your underwear... so delicious. so easy to eat it all up. "you're wet like how a slut would be in this situation, y'know that?" he'd grin wide. knowing full well he's right.

the knife would drag to rip your panties, he wasn't gentle with it, "careful!" he was careful enough not to accidentally cut off your clit or something, but he couldn't care less either way. "awww. but it's just missin' something." the blade would slice through the supple flesh of your inner thighs. just a small slice. just enough for blood to drip down. it didn't hurt much, but you'd still wince. "oopsies." he smiled, "what- what for! s-stop! you hurt me!" he'd point the knife again to your neck, just to stop you from always complaining. "can't you take it like a slut too?" his head would dive in-between your legs, his tongue darting down at the slice he'd give, further smearing it on your thighs. your hands would instinctively tug on his hair. "nam-gyu! we can't do this!"

"don't tell me what to do, we do what i want. i'm the one holdin' the knifeeee..." he speaks like he's drunk. his tongue would move to your folds, then to your clit, but not too long, he doesn't want you to be too pleased by him. just enough to hear you squirm. "nam-gyu!" he'd play with you. smearing your own juices and own blood together, tasting absolute perfection for a pyschopath like him. and it feels good for you, him making you feel better because he hurt you. that's what you like to think. that he's still thinking of your pleasure. "y'wanna be fucked? tell me," you nod your head, the knife pointed at you would touch your neck, "yea-yea! wanna be fuck... fucked." "wow. didn't even put up a fight, you're sososo silly.."

he'd move the knife to the apex of your thighs. turning the handle to kiss your clit. "wanna fuck this?" you don't answer. "wanna fuck this little thing that's killed someone? you're so filthy." you whimper, but you couldn't reject him eitherway ! "take it. i know you follow orders, s'good.." he'd push the handle past your clenching hole, and you'd whine. the handle stretched you just right, but the plastic was an unfamiliar feeling. "nn.. nam-gyu.." he ducks to give some attention to your clit, maybe he's got some pity left in him. he'd make out with the glistening bundle of muscles, throbbing at his disposal. twitching at how he was making it so sensitive.

you think, over and over, when will this hide and seek game end? you shouldn't be into this. yet you are. "y'better cum or you won't win the gameee. everyone's playing hide and seek. you were playing a different and more fucked-up game.

yayyy i posted :3 not my blog popping off again once squid games 3 released

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OMG HIII WE MISSED U!! i’m so glad ur enjoying it so far IM SO RELIEVED TO HEAR U WANNA WRITE AGAIN -🕯️

YES PLS SEND ASKS LIKE RN.

anyways wtf what do YOU MEAN cate blanchett pops up

atleast namgyu was hot asf NAM-GYU MY BABY forever a minsu hater. killed both semi (technically) and now nam-gyu

send namgyu asks

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incase u haven’t watched i won’t spoil but HOW ARE WE FEELING ABT NAM GYU S3 SCENES?? (i did in fact squirt over jae wons performance in every single scene)

does this mean you’ll start writing for him again?? hehe - 🕯️

BYE IM STILL IN EP3 IM TRYNA WATCH FASSSTTT

suddenly wanna be sandwiched by myunggi and namgyu ☝🏻 I MISS SEEING THIS INSANE PIECE OF MEAT OMFG

HELL YEAH IM WRITING AGAIN

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i loved ur childhood bsf x patrick fic but maybe put a warning for dubcon?

sometimes i forget to correct the warnings i'd originally put in drafts so i'm very glad you told me!!

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it’s like he wants me to pat him on the head

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will you still write for squid game? 💔

yes queen 🥺 esp after season 3!!!

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would you perhaps write patrick teaching reader to jerk off? i loved your childhood friends fics btw!

childhood bsf!patrick zweig x reader warnings: 18+ fem!reader, fingering, jerking off, slight dubcon, mutual masturbation, friends with benefits

lol this ones short and sweet, this ones kind of based off the scene where patrick talks abt how he taught art to jerk off~ ♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠) other childhood bsf patrick smut is this and this !

～ˆつ⁠｡⁠☆ your best friend, patrick zweig, finally got back home for the summer from his fancy boarding school for tennis, and you'd be absolutely ecstatic. especially since you've missed him. he's out there doing big boy tennis outside the city and you're still living in your child-hood home, trying to figure out what to do in life!

though it was tradition, every time he comes back from boarding school the two of would always be inside your house and in your room hanging out. this summer was nothing different, though he'd try to convince you this time that you and him were both too old for silly slumber parties! yet you begged patrick to visit you for the last time, he owed it you anyway, being gone for so long.

the following night would end with the two of you tiring each other out rambling on about life stories about his fancy tennis school and your own school, both sleeping next to each-other in your tiny bed. only for you to wake up in the middle of the night. the light shining from the window allowed you to see patrick sitting on the end of the bed. his feet on the edge, his standing cock sliding in and out of his right hand, the sloppy and wet sounds of the movement were barely muffled. his shirt was lifted up so he could bite the end of it, silencing his own whines in case you wake up, in which, you did.

you slowly sit up, rubbing your eyes with your hands, trying to un-blur the sight in front of you. "pat'...?" he stops in his tracks, caught red-handed, he'd internally curse himself on why he would do such a risky thing, but it's patrick, of course he'd do it, he has no shame.

"shit- yeah. what?" he says as he puts his dick back inside his shorts, rubbing the residue of his pre-cum on the thin fabric. ew. he's glad you wouldn't notice.

"you're... doing something." he pushes you with his 'clean' hand back to lay down on the mattress. "yeah, i'm doing something. go back to sleep." you immediately sit back up. eyes wide and curious as you finally take in what he was doing. "you're mastur- masturbating." the words leave your mouth like it was a curse, something that you don't usually say. something that you can't say at all.

"just go back to sleep, this is adult stuff." he couldn't look at you, being very confused. he'd think you'd be running outside of your house by now, telling on your parents and eventually banning him from your life forever. but you're not. you're even asking questions! "you're only a year older."

"but i know what i'm doing." you frowned, something he could still see despite the barely-lit room. "i know you're jerking off."

"why are you?" this was all too conflicting for patrick, because he was immediately turned on, by whatever the fuck you were doing to him, he knows you weren't asking these questions to mess with him and that you were actually curious, but that only adds up to the thrill. his right hand would now move past his waistband and try to find his twitching cock again, rubbing on it slightly as he grunts.

"because i can't... sleep." reasonable explanation, everyone does it once in awhile. "what do you think about while you do it?"

you. he almost says, though thank the heavens he groaned instead, due to being annoyed by your countless questions, and that he's unmistakably getting closer to the edge, "nobody! or, somebody. just what do you want? go back to sleep, this isn't what you wanna do right now."

"how do you jerk off?" you never fail to ask patrick the most stupidest questions, questions that make him ache even more against his hand. "what. you gonna start doing it too?" and you stare at him deadpan, nodding. "fuck off." he turns away from you and you tug on the collar of his shirt from the back to make him look at you, "pat'! i'm serious!"

he fully turns to face you, eye to eye, making you take a good look of the aching cock that he's holding, a tight grip from frustration, not moving like he was edging himself. "just touch yourself!" his eyes would roam to your thighs, covered by your pajamas, "but, how? how do i touch so it'll feel good?"

"just touch yourself... you'll know when it'll feel good, i don't know everything!" you sigh, your own hand coming to move to the in-between of your thighs, rubbing slightly on your clothed core, though it didn't feel good, you felt nothing. patrick would stare, you were doing it wrong, he thinks, but was he even supposed to look at you like this? it feels like he should shut his eyes or turn away, but he couldn't. he just couldn't. "it doesn't feel like anything."

"do it under your panties, idiot." you take off your shorts and underwear so that he could slightly see a tinge of what you were touching. yet you were still doing it wrong. ugh. "not like that." he takes your hand that was working in-between your legs, positioning your index and middle finger onto your clit. "rub that." you do as he says, finding it to be working, it finally felt good, unfamiliar yet delicious. "oh... yeah." your eyes were turning glossy, your breath was more rigid, and patrick could notice every time you were slowly coming undone. you were too easy, really.

"you're not done. you have to put it inside your... hole." he wasn't taught to teach this. to you out of all people. "both?" "if you can take it. then yeah." you shove both your middle and pointer finger inside. he's glad he didn't have to guide you there too. a high-pitched whine comes out from your mouth. you whined his name. fuck, out of everything you could whine about. "do i move?" he could only nod, fear of embarrassingly moaning in-front of you if he did speak. your fingers barely had a rhythm, it looked like it didnt feel good for you.

"then... what do i think about?" you huffed, "... uh... any crushes?" you shake your head, your dizziness was blurring your vision "i don't know..." he smiles, "then, just, look at me.. yeah?" and you both stare down into each other's eyes, panting heavily, breathy moans harmonizing with the need to cum, conveniently in-front of your 'best friend forever', "look at my dick." he orders, "you see what i'm doing?" he gestures about the way he was moving his hand on his dick, with an incredibly tight hold (maybe replicating the way you'd be so tight), in a slow yet rhythmic pace. "copy that, but with your... fingers moving inside."

you do as he says, you're body was responding well with your hands, grinding against your tiny fingers as your hips move back and forth, your tongue slipping out from your mouth trying to concentrate. barely able to reach his own pace he ordered you to do. "feel good?" he checks in, even though he was wrecked himself as he pumps his dick faster and faster, so you would further speeden up the pace on yourself. "yes. yes. really..."

"you feel something in your lower stomach? that's when you know you're gonna cum." you squirm, indicating you were close, the room was suddenly too hot, and everything felt ten times more messy. "oh-my- i'll make' a mess." "it's okay." he gives you permission, like it wasn't your bed that you were messing up.

you finally cum, sweat beading down your forehead as you catch your breath, looking at patrick who also cums right after you. white residue would make your shorts and bedsheets damp. you look at him all concerned and worried, your eyes asking for approval of: "did i do it right?" and he gives you a signature shit-eating grin,

"you can do better." maybe you guys weren't too old for sleep-over's and slumber parties after all.

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to the ppl who r requesting challengers ILY i need more challenger fans

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josh o'connor SUMMER 🩷

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LOVE YOUR RECENT PAT POST ‼️‼️ O saw u ask for requests so I HOPE THIS IS OKAY. Okay so i have a suggestion and it's okay if not but Patrick being his usual asshole self x Slightly younger/more innocent reader, maybe a family friend or something, and he's always been mildly (extremely) infatuated with her, and maybe the lead up to them having sex for the first time? Lord knows he's addicted to her at this point and after pretending not to be for so long... I LOVE UR WRITING‼️‼️

childhood bsf!patrick zweig x reader || 18+ warnings: sex, p in v, no protection, fingering, handjob, sexual tension, pwp, softdom!patrick, virgin!reader, 2006 era, dirty talk

a/n: OMG i'm so glad u requested!! i luv writing first times and virgin reader and i also luv patrick soo hehehe this is alsooo just like an unofficial twin of my other patrick fic

*⁠.⁠✧ you're so oblivious and he hates it.

you just can't seem to grasp the fact that friends don't act this close to each other, especially for a guy and a girl, especially when you two are nineteen with very primal and animalistic-like hormonal urges.

you can't just let him visit your dorm in standford, let him strip down to only his boxers whilst sitting on your small bed, with you being comfortable.

there was not a single inch of distance, both your skins were touching. he could feel your breath fanning his skin every time you talk, or he could feel the vibrations every time you would burst into giggles whenever he makes a witty joke.

he just stares at you, with half-lidded eyes, and that signature toothy grin, and you smile back, leaning in even closer as you continue to talk about whatever happened during your classes.

in these times he always would reminisce, though still half-listening to you so you won't fight him about not being attentive like a damn couple, that even when you two were in elementary, you've harboured a new routine where you don't seem to forget to kiss his cheek at every playdate or hang-out, not until you've been taught boys have "cooties" or are "disgusting", in which you still don't stray that far away from him.

in which-- he doesn't get it, was it insane to fall in love romantically and sexually with you? was it insane for you to be the first girl he would constantly jerk off to every night? was it insane when he imagines you're the one he's having sex with rather than a random hook-up from campus to cum?

"so she's all up in my face, trying to get me to confess and i just stood there-" he puts a hand on your lips, you could smell the cigarette he smoked from his calloused hands, "stop talking... you're so boring, ugh. tell me a good story now!" you bite his hand, he winces, "well sorry, i'm not an athlete or a womanizer, i don't have alot of interesting stories to tell." you cross your arms, pouting. he chuckles as he looks down at you, "i have a really good story to tell, that isn't as boring as fuck." you could only sigh, "whatever,"

he rambles on about his recent victory against art donaldson, "so yeah, i beat him real good, you really should've been there, i won by like a hundred points." it was match-point. "and i got her number 'cuz of it. i told you, girls run to me!" you continue to snicker, giving him a hesitant hum, "more like run away, plus, she didn't run to you anyway! you just happened to win so you could get her number."

"no, but i can tell she wanted me to win" "and why would that be?" he pauses, his hands gesturing to his body, toned from workouts and training, and with hair trickling down his chest accompanied by a small yet noticeable happy trail, "see? you're staring." "because you're naked and you pointed to it. you're always naked." yet you still can't get enough of staring at him...

"anyways, um, so... are you gonna hook up with her like you usually do or what?"

shit. you can't just ask that. you can't just ask if he'd use his dick and put it inside a girl or not, especially when you've made him think about the blood rushing onto his dick right now, "you care?" he raises a brow, with a voice that's not afraid to test you.

"i care about making conversation," you look away because his gaze suddenly burned through your skin, although it felt like that every time he stares at you, "is sex a good conversation for you?" he asks.

"you tell me, you're the one who's always spewing story times of one-night stands!" he laughs, tilting his head back, still looking at you. his eyes don't pry away. "then you tell me about your one-night stands."

he'd earn a light hit in the face from you. "that's not funny! i swear i would tell you if i did." "then tell me about um... masturbating stories," the bluntness silenced you --although he was always like that, you stare, just looking at him wide-eyed. "right, i taught you that." he says as he smirks, the way his eyes wrinkle when he does so is forever engraved inside your brain, an image you see every time you close your eyes. "that's not funny either, pat'..."

"...i don't even masturbate that much, it's not on my list, you're the only one who convinced me to do it." he couldn't erase the smile off his lips, but now yours would trail down to his boxers, unusually standing up, something begging to be let out. "you're a. bad influence sometimes, i don't think i should be listening to you anymo-" he'd close his eyes for a second, his hand sneaking a touch towards his tip against his boxers, "...you're hard." he groans-- now out of breath, "sorry." "finish it in the bathroom." "no, it's okay, talk more." you pause, staring at his boner, then his lips, then his eyes, "but..." "if it bothers you so much, would you help?"

he slowly guides your hands to touch him through his underwear, guiding your soft hands to rub his tip. you could feel the wetness from his pre-cum. how was he getting all of this for free? how were you doing this so willingly for him? the thought makes him grunt out loud and you'd blankly stare- you couldn't breath, not during this.

he pulls his boxers to his knees, his dick immediately bouncing against his lower stomach, he could sense your hesitation but he continues to take your hand, rubbing it slightly as a form of comfort, and placing it on his hard, aching for your touch, cock. "i'm sure you know how to do it," you lost all form of proper thinking, "uh-huh...." "don't worry." he continues to hold your hand on his cock, moving it up and down slowly, he whines. he'd only imagine a million scenarios how this would go and now it's finally happening... he'd start moving your hand faster. now he's jerking off with your hand, using it as some kind of fleshlight.

him moaning outright was so mental to you. it felt too intimate. it felt weird, a good weird, and you moan right back, your face staring at his cock as he fucks your hand was a sight he'd definitely take a picture of for later. he then moves his free hand to the in-between of your legs, his fingers rubbing against your clothed shorts, "ah- patrick." "it'll feel good... promise." he continues exploring with his hand, finally going past the waistband of your underwear. he knows exactly where to touch you, he knows exactly how you touch yourself anyway. and he's happy you're already wet.

rubbing circles against your clit as he continues to guide your hand, bucking his hips, sliding his dick through your soft fingers... it felt amazing. without a warning, a finger would enter your cunny, a moan would ilicit your mouth, though would be muffled by his mouth, a kiss he'd been waiting to do for ages.

both of you would jerk each other off and moan into each other's lips, "feels good?" "yeah..." "told you." he says confidently, before slamming his lips against yours again, you tasted like the usual lipgloss, sweet, and a certain distinct taste of just. you. he tasted of a cigarette and coca-cola. his dick would start to twitch more, and his whines more husk, he stops the finger inside you.

"stop, we can't cum. 'wanna cum the right way."

"the right way?"

both his hands would easily carry you onto his lap, his dick aligned right to your entrance. "gonna slide it," he doesn't give you a time to answer before he slowly enters your tiny hole, "ugh, you're a dream." he moves an inch... then another inch... then another... "s-slow down!" "m'already going slow, silly..."

he fully enters you, and he just stops for a moment to enjoy the view, to enjoy the moment. "shit, you're doing so good," a kiss sent right to the corner of your lips. "so obedient f'me," a kiss sent to your neck, "gonna move now.. need to..." "gentle, please." "oh, i don't know..." how could he hold back?

with his hands on both side of your waist, he'd lift you up, before ramming you back down, the same actions gradually getting faster, sometimes he'd ram you back down whilst bucking his hips up, just for a more deeper connection. your "ohs!" and "ahs!" made him even more riled up to not go gentle on you,

his most favourite was the way you'd scream his name. the unlimited whimpers of "patrick!" coming from your lips made him drunk. drunk for more of you. "cum for me, ugh, pretty girl, c'mon.." you were panting, bouncing on his cock, taking in the feel of his tip kissing your cervix every. time.

"i know you're close, fuck, know you feel that tight little knot, huh?" he thinks all his training for tennis was actually training for him to not cum first. the way you'd clench around him made him cry, he'd almost cry by fucking a girl, you're just so pretty and perfect, he thinks. he speeds up the pace, your dorm would be drowned by skin slapping and raw moaning.

"you're... mine now okay?... mine... tell me, baby..."

"i'm ... patrick's! yours... yours..."

finally you climax, prettily crying out his name. "patrick-" you kiss his lips as now an instinct, and soon he cums aswell, right inside you, still continuing to move to ride all the pleasure out. eventually stopping to catch both your breaths. "you did so well, baby."

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i've been thinking about posting a mean!art or mean!patrick heheh but idkkkkk mean!art and i mean DEGRADING art is so underrated...

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has the aura of willy wonka's descendant

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hiiiiii! could you do a part 2 of choi su-bong x namgyusinnocentgf!reader but it ends up being a threesome with thanos, namgyu, and namgyus gf/the reader, namgyu being the first to go inside you (with something other than fingers)

nothing new from me: a thanos and nam-gyu threesome with innocent reader yummyyy

|| check pt. 1 here <3

thanos & nam-gyu x innocent!reader warnings: 18+, DARK CONTENT, sex, p in v, degradation, innocent!reader, rough, read at ur own risk!!

～ˆつ⁠｡⁠☆ who would willingly let a random guy you just met, finger you and make you give him head, because he convinced you that it would make your boyfriend dissapointed if he ever found out you were a "virgin"? obviously, you.

who was the all-too-innocent girl to be so gullible that she'd believe her boyfriend (a club owner) would be waiting for marriage to make love fuck her? again, you. an easy target.

thanos was, despite the alcohol and drugs, pretty damn smart when it comes to manipulating someone into fucking him. he's an expert, it comes easy to him, and it'd only helped that you willingly liked - even loved nam-gyu, which automatically makes you gravitate to a man like thanos.

so to your boyfriend, who cheats on you anyway, walking in on the sight: your pretty knees knelt down against the white tiles, face painted with the warm white liquid thanos had been waiting all night to release. "you're fucking my girl, man? the fuck?" thanos's hands would untangle from your locks, only to burst into laughter. "ain't there a saying..?" he clicks his fingers, trying to remember. "what's mine is yours, what's yours is mine yadda' yadda'-" nam-gyu was ready to throw hands, "cut it. you're a fucking snake, man. put on your pants."

thanos continues to laugh dismissively putting both his hands up, "woah... you're too clingy on her! it's not like you're gonna keep her anyway!" nam-gyu would walk closer towards the both of you, thanos stands his ground, "so? 'still my pussy to fuck, get one of your own? doesn't take long for a manwhore like you to get fucked, huh?"

thanos' condescending grin already spoke volumes, "they don't make girls like her anymore, all of them are a buncha' whores now, it's good tasting a pure saint," poor you, still on your knees as you listen to the two of them talk about using you for whatever this is, you were none the wiser! you we're just a girl!

"and i was just about to put my dick in her, make her nuts," thanos faces you, caressing your red, puffy cheeks as he talks, "make her feel insanely good." his hands would suddenly tighten on your chin, "first time getting fucked by a dick, take me in good, 'kay?" were you supposed to nod at that?-- you do, anyway, and your loving boyfriend fumed, he thought you were loyal! what the fuck?

in a moment, nam-gyu's hand would tug on your hair, pulling you up on the sofa, away from the bastard thanos is, making you face him. "you don't fucking listen to the shit he says," he leans in, close enough so that your noses were touching,

"thought you were loyal, huh? why the fuck did you let him touch you?" your naive tiny little brain thought it was for the better... "i'm sorry- it's for you-" "for me, my ass. you cheating bitch." slap! it burns, your ears were ringing, and tears would softly puddle down to your cheeks again.

"if you're so thirsty for dick, i'll give it to ya' now." "i'd already got her stretched, just for you... bro." thanos chimed in, sitting on the sofa as well, slightly stroking his dick as he stares at the two of you. nam-gyu was annoyed, but he was too focused on you (and he knew thanos was much more stronger than him).

you'd look up into nam-gyu's eyes, pleading for hin to take it easy on you, but he'd stare back, cold, why would he still be nice to a cheating slut? his hands instinctively trails to your panties, pushing them to the side, shoving one lousy finger to really feel the tightness, unbuckling his own pants. he glared at thanos, still sitting near you, pumping his dick as he watches, of course he's still pissed thanos beat him to it.

and when nam-gyu's pants were on his ankles, he's quick to replace his finger with his dick, no amount of foreplay could've prepared you for the thickness, or how deep he'd already be in! "ow!" you cry! he looks down at you, face scrunched up from the sting, and the guilty pleasurable feeling that makes your lower stomach all too tingly, "don't care if it hurts for you," he starts to move in and out, a sloppy rhythm, too angry to be coordinated, but oh god was the way you were clenching around him made him dizzy,

"you hurt me waaay more by fucking someone else. thanos, at that." and you'd only plead more "sorry's", wishing to make it up to him.

thanos moves closer, standing on the sofa as he places his already pre-cum leaking dick on your face, further spreading his cum, "white looks good on you, doll." he whined, grabbing your hand to touch his cock, helping him even more, nam-gyu was too busy trying to rearrange your guts, he couldn't lie and say that your little tight hole didn't make him a mess aswell.

with all three of you panting, gasping for air, the heat of all your bodies and the way you moaned both their names, they'd be busting in seconds. nam-gyu pulls out immediately once he's loaded his seed inside you, leaving you to be climax-less, "you better not cum." he threatened.

the two boys were exhausted-- fucking an innocent thing like you was a blessing, they'd hope you'd be their personal doll moving forward!

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i realize i have a thing for two best friends (who are bi) !

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I REMEMBER YOU!!! I REMEMBER!! I REMEMVER!!!!!

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