#byeonggi

[saivii]

okay why do people bash characters like min-su or dae-ho or even sang-woo or byeong-gi (the doctor from season 1) and praise in-ho in the same breath??? like it’s cool if you love him but don’t bash other characters for “betraying” other characters when in-ho did that and more!

fr some of y’all are like “grr min-su didn’t jump off a three story bunk bed to fight a man who was in a murderous rage what a traitor” or “dae-ho panicked and ran away while he was being shot at and watched people die how dare he” and then turn around and unironically say “i know in-ho is in charge of a game that kills poor people for rich people’s entertainment but he gave jun-hee his milk and felt bad for doing what he did 🥺🥺” like did dae-ho and sang-woo not also do good deeds??? did they not also feel bad for what they did???

and that’s not even going into the fact that this whole series has to deal with themes of people who are driven to desperation at the hands of people who have power. like y’all are really gonna bash the people who are driven to do things like this because they have no other option and excuse the guy with power??? that’s…a choice.

i also genuinely think some of y’all hate sang-woo for killing ali and sae-byeok but excuse in-ho for killing jung-bae because you only care about characters who you think are hot but some of y’all aren’t ready for that conversation

[nexusplane]

↳‧₊˚✧ Squid Game Blurbs

Characters: hwang in-ho, cho sangwoo, the recruiter, seong gi-hun, jang deok-su, byeong-gi, kang dae-ho, park min-su, cho hyun-ju

Prompt: blasting off inside

Warning/info: NSFW (mdni!) each blurb has their own warning next to the name if needed

Non-gendered terms used for reader, but I did write reader with a vulva/ and sometimes just vague language regarding their anatomy. If you want something specific, just check out my pinned and make a request!!! ^^

↳ Hwang In-Ho

In-Ho rut into you feverishly, incredibly vocal as he thrust into you endlessly. You mumbled incoherently, the sound of his hips slapping against your skin increasingly arousing the both of you. He held your hips in place, your face buried into a soft pillow. "Just like that," he muttered lowly. "You take me so well- so very well."

A long groan was building in his throat, and you could tell he was getting close from the way he clawed at the skin on your thighs. "Fuck!" In-ho moaned, his voice coarse as he hissed these words. "You're mine, all mine." He railed into you, a deep cry ripped from his throat as he let out an achingly large load inside you. You whined, backing into In-ho was firmly as you could.

You whimpered softly, your hole feeling particularly sore and bruised this time. "Yours..." you whispered, closing your eyes to focus on the feeling of his semen slickening your insides.

↳ Cho Sangwoo internalized hatred & shame, emotionally distant

Sangwoo held you in place against the tile wall, your cheek pressed up against the cold material. He grunted in your ear, expressing his pleasure only through dark groans and other non-linguistic sounds.

You arched your back into his hips, moaning softly. "You feel so good, Sangwoo..." you mumbled.

He basically didn't acknowledge it, pressing his forehead against the back of your neck wordlessly. You remembered with melancholy that it was always like this with Sangwoo. It was like he felt shame from experiencing pleasure, always emotionally distant when you were at your most vulnerable.

You had learned to recognize his body language, because you sadly learned he was rarely going to communicate most things. His fingers tightened around your hips, his breath growing uneven. If you felt like he even enjoyed hearing you, you would've said, 'come in me, Sangwoo, I want to feel you deep inside me.' But what was the point when you knew he wouldn't reply? His breath hitched, and you felt the spurting of hot liquid coating your insides.

He panted behind you, his harsh grip loosening into a rare, tender embrace.

You would take what you could get from him.

↳ The Recruiter slight predator/prey themes

He kept his eyes on yours in the mirror ahead of you two as he thrusted his entire length inside. His limbs were quite long, he'd be lanky if not for how toned his muscles were. He had one arm around the front of your shoulders and the other around your stomach, pulling you flush against him.

"Ah, fuck!" He snarled, biting down hard onto your shoulder with wide eyes still meeting yours. A low growl was building in his throat, imitating the way a predator might defend the carcass it feasts on when threatened by another animal. His chest heaved against your back, keeping his member buried inside you for well after he reached orgasm.

His breath was hot and wet on your shoulder, his panting tongue brushing up against your skin every so often. He didn't have to say anything, the stinging wound on your shoulder explained it all. You were completely, totally his.

↳ Seong Gi-Hun Accidental creampie

Gi-Hun's hands quivered at your waist, his face looking totally blissed out and, frankly, a little stupid. You rolled your hips on him, legs straddling him tightly. He lazily guided you up and down, but you knew you were really the one doing the work. He murmured incoherent strings of praises to you, his eyes shut tight with furrowed brows.

You were soaking with him inside you, creating obscene sounds every time you bounced up and down. "Ah-! Ah! You f-feel... amazing!" Gi-Hun mumbled. He was quite loud, growing absent minded in his pleasure. "You're s-so tight, I'm...ngh-" Gi-Hun clenched his jaw, clumsily bucking his hips up outside of your established rhythm.

He moaned loudly, panting hard as he came in two waves inside you. You moaned along with him, rocking softly on his twitching member. No, he wasn't supposed to cum in you, but god did it feel good. You opened shaky eyes, meeting his shy gaze.

Gi-Hun looked back at you with flushed cheeks, giving you a pathetic bashful expression. "S-sorry..." he mumbled sheepishly.

↳ Jang Deok-Su

Deok-Su laughed darkly in your ear, his chest flush against your back. "Feel good, does it?" He asked through heavy pants. He was rutting into you ruthlessly, your hole utterly beat from the rough fuck, as you came to expect from Deok-Su. "Fuck, pussy's so good."

He had an arm around the front of your throat, holding you in a loose chokehold. You rested your chin on his elbow, his other hand gripping you by the waist. "You're so fucking tight for me, you're squeezing me, baby," he grunted, his hot breath on the back of your neck. "Fuck, you're gonna make me cum, baby, I'm- shit!" In all his excitement, Deok-Su started to fuck you faster and faster. He moaned loudly in your ear, his cock twitching hard as he came inside you.

You felt extraordinarily full, like his cum would spill out of you in great waves if he pulled out. He sighed behind you, keeping his cock in your hot pussy. You knew he often liked to stay in until he was soft, selfishly keeping your hole constantly stuffed for his own pleasure.

↳ Byeong-gi subtle breeding kink

With a decisive thrust, Byeong-gi buried his cock deep inside your abdomen. He let out a loud groan, clenching your body in his arms as you both felt his heavy load spurt inside you. "Fuck!" He grunted. He buried his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet smell of your arousal filling the room against your sweaty skin.

"A-ah, fuck..." you whined, your trembling legs wrapped loosely around his hips. It felt so good to be stretched around him, cockwarming him after he'd achieved orgasm from your pulsating hole.

He gently bucked his hips into you, fucking his load into your womb. "That's it, good job..." he murmured softly. He ran a gentle hand up and down your side, rocking his dick in and out of your swollen pussy. "So good for me, you don't waste a single drop, do you?"

↳ Kang Dae-Ho Bondage, orgasm denial

"P-please, let me cum, please," he whimpered your name, wrists straining against the soft handcuffs keeping him tied to the bedframe. He bucked his hips up into you, desperate for you to allow him an orgasm. "I-I'm so close."

You stayed perfectly still on his dick, only swaying side to side to get him any sensation. "Hmmm... I'm not sure, Dae-ho. Don't you think you can last a little longer?" You asked, grinding down hard with his large member deep inside you.

He whined, his face stained with sweat and tears. "It's been an hour-- please, I want to cum so badly," he pleaded. You smiled at his needy tone, rolling your hips on his edged cock.

"Okay, cum for me, sweetheart, cum inside me!" You bounced hard on his member, his face lighting up with overwhelming pleasure. He panted heavily as he was finally allowed over the edge, shooting an intense load all over your hot walls. He cried out, mumbling 'thank you' over and over like the sweet, submissive gentleman he was.

↳ Park Min-Su overstimulation

Min-Su whimpered beneath you, writhing relentlessly under your unforgiving riding of his spent dick. "A-ahhhh...ah..." his legs were trembling, completely numb at this point. "It f-feels... so good inside," he whined. His bowl cut was stuck to his forehead from sweat, thin tear tracks escaping the corners of his eyes.

You rode his little dick in long, quick strides, pleasuring yourself as well as Min-Su. He had already came twice, but you just couldn't help it! You called it pure luck that you had double his stamina, bouncing on his sweet member with little regard. "Aw, baby, just a little longer," you cooed, cupping his round cheek with an affectionate hand. "I can't help it, your little dick is so fun to ride!"

He whined and bit down his trembling bottom lip. "I-it's-s, ahh-!" He moaned your name incoherently, legs spasming beneath you as he came painfully hard inside your clenching pussy walls for the third time.

"Good boy," you said sweetly. "That's my good boy." You felt his overstimulated cock twitch weakly at your praise, and you considered if he'd be able to handle just one more round...

↳ Hyun-Ju

Hyun-Ju was nothing if not a thoughtful lover. She had you laid on your back, her large member nestled deep inside your aching core. She felt absolutely incredible, and you yearned to make her feel just as good using the one thing completely unique to you; your body.

"Do you feel good?" She asked shakily, sloppily thrusting in and out of you. You smiled, endeared by her sweet nature. She was clearly so close to orgasm, her eyes distracted and foggy.

You nodded, wrapping your legs around her waist. "Please, cum in me, Hyun-Ju," you requested simply.

Her eyes widened, and you used your legs to pull her flush against you. She moaned- a beautiful, airy sound that was music to your ears. She rocked her hips in you clumsily, her breaths growing more uneven as she reached orgasm.

"I-I'm cumming-!" She exclaimed. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders, bringing her lips to yours in an affectionate kiss.

She moaned into your mouth, her load exploding in a deep crevice of your cunt. She whimpered inside you, trembling above you. You pulled her down onto you, encouraging her to lay on top of you as her member pulsed inside you.

She sighed on top of you, her member slowly growing limp inside your aching hole. It felt so intimate to hold her there, providing her at least some semblance of warmth and comfort.

[buwl-obr]

squid game + the onion 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

[billynoelan]

I love them so much

[squidgooning]

A few of my favorite ships

[jerky-pal1]

[nexusplane]

me about

there are zero x reader works of him im… i have to keep writing them myself

does any body want to ttalk about the character

[saivii]

I saw an AU where Nam-gyu was Byeong-gi and Deok-su’s son (courtesy of tumblr user hystericamnesia, go check out their stuff if you haven’t already) and that made me think of some headcanons related to just a Byeong-gi and Nam-gyu father-son AU:

• Obviously they have different personalities so that causes friction between them from the get-go but Byeong-gi feels guilty and regretful about it and can’t seem to communicate that to Nam-gyu

•When Nam-gyu is around high school age he starts falling in with a bad crowd and Byeong-gi gets worried. His worry presents itself in more of a stern way and Nam-gyu takes it as Byeong-gi attacking him personally rather than being concerned, so he snaps at Byeong-gi (much to the latter’s shock/confusion)

• Nam-gyu secretly looks up to Byeong-gi but won’t admit it once he gets older. He wants to be like his dad but he starts struggling in school and that discourages and frustrated him, and he beats himself up for it. Byeong-gi is also concerned about this, and Nam-gyu assumes that his dad doesn’t believe in him or think he can measure up to him (which isn’t how his dad feels at all).

• Byeong-gi gets frustrated because he doesn’t understand what’s going on through Nam-gyu’s head or why he’d engage in such risky behavior. If he tries explaining that to Nam-gyu, Nam-gyu thinks he’s lecturing him or that he thinks he’s better than him.

• They try to keep in touch with each other during adulthood but their conversations are usually tense. When Byeong-gi ends up in debt and losing his practice, Nam-gyu says something to the effect of “you think you’re so great but you’re no better than me” and remarks about how Byeong-gi accidentally killed once of his patients. Byeong-gi snaps at him because he feels a lot of guilt over that.

-That’s their last conversation before Byeong-gi ends up in the games. When he meets the salesman and sees the card, he sees an opportunity to prove himself to his son and set a good example. It’s also why he’s so determined to restart his practice instead of retiring if he wins the games. As he’s dying, his final thoughts are regrets that he couldn’t say goodbye to his son or make up with him after snapping at him.

• When Byeong-gi goes missing during the games, Nam-gyu assumes that his dad cut off contact with him and abandoned him because of what he said. He tries to ignore how much it hurts him, but it eats away at him to the point where his substance use issues get much worse and he goes further into debt. Two years later, he’s presented with the same opportunity that his dad was without even realizing it. His inferiority complex and abandonment issues have gotten so strong by that point that he never connects the dots and he never realizes that his dad never wanted to leave him.

[nexusplane]

The Doctor and The Patient

Characters: Jang Deok-Su, Byeong-gi

Ship: Deok-Su x Byeong-gi

Word Count: 3,836

Warnings/Info: NSFW (mdni!), use of a slur, porn with medium plot, rough intimacy, hate sex, unsafe insane but consensual, medical play, strong medical themes, canon typical violence, canon compliant, no aftercare, internalized homophobia, overstimulation

A/N: i love deok-su and byeong-gi teehehehe

╰┈➤✮ Under the Cut

Deok-Su found himself hastily dragged through the inside of the apartment on the basement floor into a make-shift clinic– extraordinarily not sterile, he thought. Hey, he mused humorously, maybe it only looks dirtier through the waterfall of blood in my eyes? 

Unknown quantities of his hot red liquid flooded his vision, and it was all he could do to stumble along where his underling led him. 

“Where’s the fucking doctor!? Boss is bleeding bad!” 

The voices of his fellow gang members faded in and out between the deafening beating of his own heart in his ears. He’d heard of the doctor in passing, some man who had enough medical experience that his organization was willing to pay for his services. 

His body collapsed. At first, he assumed he had fallen to the floor, but the cold steel told him he had been led to a table. His hearing was all he could rely on with his loss of vision, the realization settling in that he had no idea what was going to happen to him. 

“He’s losing too much blood, start applying pressure…” A new voice– the doctor’s, Deok-Su assumed through the process of elimination. There was a warm cloth against his eyes, and he squeezed his eyelids shut. 

When he opened them again, large blobs of darkness swam in his vision. There was a flash of a man’s face, pushing small round glasses up his nose with a shaky finger. Then, nothing at all. 

It was like waking from a dream within a dream, unsure if the world around him was truly reality, or a figment of his bruised mind. An unsettling sense of vulnerability made his nerves stand on end. Questions over where he was, how long he’d been there, and whether or not he was alone swam through his head, demanding answers.

The sound of footsteps down the hall made him throw his legs over the side of the table; in the light of day he could see it was a clinical examination table. The cold air on his exposed backside drew his attention to his attire, which was a pair of traditional patient scrubs. Shooting pain through his ribs distracted him from examining further as he doubled over.

“I’d refrain from standing up right now.”

Deok-Su hadn’t learned his lesson the first time apparently, because he whipped his head around and winced from the angry pain all over his body. “Fuck…” he muttered harshly. 

The man looked about the same age as him, and only a little bit shorter. He definitely came across like a doctor to Deok-Su– stiff, and kinda dorky. It was that man he’d seen just before he passed out, he realized, the one with the circle glasses. 

Deok-Su laid back on the examination table. His aching back could easily be attributed to the serious beating he’d taken, but he thought passing out on this rock hard surface for an undetermined number of hours was a serious contender, too. 

The doctor washed his hands, working a pair of latex gloves up to his wrists. If he was such a proper professional, why was he in a place like this? 

“Who’re you?” Deok-Su asked, eyes fixed on him from his perspective on the table. 

The doctor approached his side, maintaining neutral eye contact. “Sit up,” he instructed, kindly yet coldly. Deok-Su felt his supportive hand aiding him up, suppressing the pained groan in his throat. “You came in quite injured. The blow to your head shouldn’t have done any brain damage, but you bled quite heavily. I gave you some stitches, just don’t touch it.” Firm fingers examined down his spine to his lower back, the doctor inquiring whether or not each location hurt as he went. 

“How long have I been out?” Deok-Su asked, arm bent with his hand resting on his knee. At the height of each inhale he dug his fingers into his skin, pain emanating in his midsection. 

The doctor straightened him up, laying a flat hand on his chest to fix his posture. “Sixteen hours. Your ribs were heavily bruised, but not broken. Just take it easy.” He pushed Deok-Su onto his back, hands traveling down his sides a little too quickly for Deok-Su’s comfort. He’s just gotta examine my injuries, it’s fine… 

“You got stabbed below the hip,” he said, two fingers grazing over the wound and resting on the space below it. “Right here. You got stitches- you might have trouble walking for a day or two.” 

The doctor pulled away, slipping off his gloves with a soft snap of latex against latex. Deok-Su watched him expertly work in the room, snatching a black notebook and scribbling something down. “You’re hooked up to a little morphine, one of your men already paid the quota.” He didn’t even look at him as he jabbed his pen in a specific direction. “There’s a real bed right over there. Just lay down, and don’t mess with the morphine drip.” He snapped the notebook shut, eyes meeting Deok-Su’s once more. 

Deok-Su was only slightly in awe of the other man’s expertise, his depth of knowledge and ease with his practice undeniably alluring. He’s got to be a fucking quack, Deok-Su thought. Otherwise he’d be a hot shot surgeon, he’s definitely just another piece of shit criminal. 

“Get plenty of rest. I’ll be back later.” He gave Deok-Su a tight, forced smile, and whisked himself out of the room before he could say anything. Not that there was really anything for Deok-Su to say, anyways. 

Eager to feel the soft comfort of a real mattress pad, Deok-Su used his morphine drip stand as a cane to move himself onto the bed. With a heavy sigh he melted into the thin sheets and cheap pillows. No, it wasn’t the most luxurious resting spot, but it was a welcome change from where he’d just been sleeping. 

That doctor… he hadn’t told him his name, leaving Deok-Su unsure of what to call him. Words like pompous and nerd came to mind, then contrarily, attractive, handsome, striking… His fingers hovered over the spot beneath the wound, where the doctor had pressed down so firmly… did it really need to be that firm? Deok-Su quickly dismissed the idea that it might have been a pass at him, chalking it up to the effects of his mild head trauma.

Dismissing the thought did little for his growing hard-on. It was probably just the morphine putting him in an unusual state of mind, there was absolutely no way he was turned on by this shitty pretend doctor’s office. 

He shut his eyes, praying the morphine would lull him into a dreamless sleep.

Deok-Su wasn’t one to sit on his ass and coddle himself when he got injured. A day and a half after he’d woken up in the basement clinic he deemed himself ready to discharge. Even his short time out of commission felt too long, lest his men think of him as weak. 

“Just don’t get into another fight,” the doctor chided. “If you’re not going to rest, just make sure you don’t get stabbed again, alright? I’m not sure if your body could take it…” The doctor tossed the black notebook onto a nearby counter after jotting down whatever it is he deemed necessary. Deok-Su wanted to say, Not sure my body could take it? Stop talking like that. But he’d already established with himself these double meanings were not truly intended at all, and he was just pathetically horny. 

Deok-Su scoffed, arms folded over his chest as he leaned against the opposite wall. “I’d rather get stabbed again then spend another day in these stupid fucking scrubs,” he complained. “The last time my ass was bare this much, I was an infant.” 

The doctor stifled a chuckle, a semi frequent occurrence in his stay there. It filled him with a sense of accomplishment to bring the other man to laughter, especially considering his serious exterior. “Well, it gives me easy access for any emergencies,” he chided. After a brief pause, he added hastily, “to your injuries, of course.” 

Deok-Su raised an eyebrow, squinting his eyes. There truly was no reason to even add that last part. “What other emergencies are there?” He asked. ‘Easy access for any emergencies’. Deok-Su assumed it was just from being a gross, sex obsessed adult man that the phrase easy access seemed kinda horny to him. But the doctor had also tried to cover his usage up–defending it!

The doctor rolled his eyes, but the flush on his cheeks gave him away. 

It only encouraged Deok-Su, laughing as he enraged the doctor further. “What, you pervert, a penis emergency?” It sounded like locker room talk, reminding him when he was an adolescent at the start of puberty. 

The doctor stiffened, deep offense from the accusation evident on his face. “Maybe I was wrong about the brain damage,” he replied flatly. “And if you hate the scrubs so much, your clothes are just over here. Might as well change into them if you’re leaving now.” 

Deok-Su pushed off the wall, sauntering towards the doctor. He was only a little taller than him, but it still gave him a sense of authority over the other man that just excited him. “You really thinking about how easily you can get your patients? You’re a real creepy doctor…” He baited, breaking away his gaze as he walked to his neatly folded clothes. The doctor must have washed them and prepared them for him… strangely thoughtful. 

“You’re the faggot going on and on about getting fucked in his patient’s gown.” 

Deok-Su swiveled around, shock and anger boiling together in his chest. “What did you just fucking call me?” He demanded, hands balling into trembling fists. 

Surprisingly, the doctor didn’t back down. With squared shoulders he quickly advanced, a strong hand shooting up to hold Deok-Su’s throat. Deok-Su’s fingers entangled into his hair in kind, both men grabbing one another in their strained fight. “You’re the creepy fucking fag doctor talking about easy access,” Deok-Su choked out. 

A furious growl came from the doctor’s throat, teeth clenched hard together. “Without me you would have died, but you’re just some fucking asshole pervert,” the doctor retorted. He delivered a swift punch to Deok-Su’s ribs, making him double over in pain, releasing his grip on his hair. “Get the fuck out of my clinic, and don’t fucking come back.” 

Deok-Su let out a low whine, still burning with fury. Despite his better judgment, he leapt forward—a decision he quickly realized was incredibly stupid.

The doctor shoved him against the wall, cold scalpel pressed to Deok-Su’s throat. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” The doctor demanded, his voice shaking; with malice or fear, Deok-Su couldn’t tell. He swallowed, cursing himself for not just walking away. Why hadn’t he taken the out?

The beginning of a growing ache answered his internal question. Fuck, not here, not right now. What a completely inopportune time to get a boner- but he just couldn’t deny, the doctor’s whole thing really did it for him. 

He wasn’t so lucky as for his erection to go unnoticed, and the doctor was soon staring down at the tent in his patient scrubs, scalpel still against his neck. The tone of the situation shifted, and where genuine harm as a concern was replaced by something… different. “Oh?” The doctor asked, almost a squeak. “What’s this…?” He removed the scalpel from his throat, running the edge of the blade just against the fabric of his scrubs towards his hips. 

The doctor smiled, shaking his head. “Is this why you were so antagonistic? Acting out to get what you wanted?” It made the doctor laugh, and Deok-Su just clenched his jaw. God, he loved where this was going, but it embarrassed him just how much he relished in the submissive role. The doctor’s smile dropped as the silence continued. “Answer me.” 

“Yeah, fuck, okay. I wanted to know what you meant when you said that shit– not like you’re innocent, either,” he said defensively. His tough demeanor started to crumble when the doctor pressed his thigh against the tent in his scrubs, letting the scalpel clatter to the floor. Deok-Su inhaled, eyebrows furrowing. “Fuck, doc…” he moaned. 

“Byeong-gi. My name is Byeong-gi.” Byeong-gi pushed his thigh harder, rubbing it up and down with sick satisfaction. “Learn it, you’ll probably be moaning it during our next exam.” 

Deok-Su stared at him, panting heavily as his erection grew more and more severe. “Exam?” He asked. 

Byeong-gi smirked, a dark look in his eyes. “I can tell you’re one of those perverts who gets hard at the doctor,” he remarked. “I could fucking hear you jacking yourself off after every exam, you couldn’t fucking help it.” 

Deok-Su sighed, muttering curses under his breath. Byeong-gi was right– but it wasn’t entirely his fault! Sleeping on and off in a boring, empty clinic with nothing but his thoughts gave him no other option. 

He let Byeong-gi push him up into the examination table, hands gripping the edge. He could feel the cold air on his ass, the sides of his scrubs delicately falling to the side like paper. 

“Before I discharge you, I have to make sure everything is in order.” Deok-Su could hear the snap of the gloves on his wrists. The doctor’s warm body came up behind him, Byeong-gi’s own newborn erection pressed against Deok-Su’s asschecks, earning a low gasp. “After all… what kind of doctor would I be, neglecting to do a thorough exam?” He rubbed his gloved hand on the back of Deok-Su’s exposed thigh, sending delighted shivers all over his body. 

“Just hurry the fuck up,” Deok-Su grumbled. He wasn’t expecting the doctor to respond with a hard squeeze, almost a pinch, grinding his hips into Deok-Su’s ass. 

“I’m sorry, where did you go to medical school? What education do you have? Do you really want to know what it’s like when a medical professional skips procedure?” He asked, grinding his clothed erection so hard in between Deok-Su’s asscheeks that the metal table dug into his front thighs. He moaned, the cold steel a harsh contrast to his burning dick through his thin scrubs. 

“I- I’m sorry, doc. Do whatever you gotta do, shit…” he was grateful Byeong-gi couldn’t see the red flush on his face, annoyingly loving the degrading way the doctor spoke to him. 

Byeong-gi gave an affirmative hum, easing up on Deok-Su’s body as he continued the faux exam. The neutral latex against his skin excited Deok-Su, especially paired with the way the doctor ran his hands over his body. Roaming from his hips, to his thighs, even right above his abdomen. “Ahh, the patient's body is responding very well to the stimuli… his heart rate is steadily increasing…” Byeong-gi started palming his ass with both hands. “The patient seems… eager. His bad attitude has been corrected with simple positive reinforcement techniques.” 

Deok-Su shuddered, the dirty talk doing it for him in ways he detested. He heard the soft squelch of something, and quickly put two and two together when Byeong-gi started fingering his hole with cold, wet fingertips. “Fuck, shit!” Deok-Su groaned, elbows shaking as he gripped the side of the table. 

“Patient’s rectum is tight… with some extended fingering, he should open up in no time for his treatment.”

“Treatment? What the fuck do you mean?” He asked between heavy breaths. 

Byeong-gi slipped half his finger inside, flexing it around inside his hole. He slowly pushed it in and out, Deok-Su’s loud and deep grunts filling the room. He slipped another finger in, that good ache blossoming in Deok-Su’s hole from the girth of the two fingers. “F-fuck…”

He pumped them in and out, the sensation of the latex much more enjoyable than Deok-Su ever imagined. Bent over an examination table, getting fingered roughly by his doctor; it made him feel so incredibly disgusted by himself and so incredibly turned on. “Good work, you’re doing very well for the doctor,” Byeong-gi chimed. “My, if you keep up this attitude, you’re going to be my favorite patient.” His voice was husky and low, enthralling Deok-Su further. 

“I’m going to give you your treatment soon, Deok-Su. It should really help your problem.”

“F- fuck,” Deok-Su grunted. “W- what treatment?” 

Byeong-gi curled his fingers inside him, rubbing up against his prostate, drawing cry after cry from his patient. “The doctor’s cock, Deok-Su. I think you need a good fucking if you’re gonna be cured of your problem.”

Through shaking breaths he asked, “A- and what exactly is ‘my problem?’”

Deok-Su cried out from the doctor pushing his tip inside, Byeong-gi’s pulsing member shocking every inch of his nervous system. 

“You’re a fucking asshole, Deok-Su. It’s almost like you need a brat tamer.” 

The doctor thrusted inside, half his length swallowed by Deok-Su’s tight hole. He gasped out, cursing loudly as his torso collapsed onto the exam table. He bit his lip to stop from crying out ‘fuck, oh fuck!’ 

Honestly, he would have expected this to go the other way around– the doctor down on his knees, Deok-Su mercilessly using his throat as his own fleshlight. He hadn’t anticipated being folded over the examination table and ruthlessly pounded like the doctor’s bitch. 

“Take it,” the doctor panted. “Just like that, fuck yes!” His pace quickly increased, ramming his large cock in and out of Deok-Su with little regard. A string of curses, grunts and screams came from Deok-Su unendingly, his own cock still hard and swollen. 

He could feel it at the edge of his stomach, each thrust sending a wave of savory elation to every corner of his body. He closed his eyes, drooling on the table as he focused on the delicious sensations. Byeong-gi, who had so expertly examined his body in that private basement clinic, was ravishing him beyond his wildest imagination. It turned Deok-Su on, the thought of the doctor leering at his open scrubs and fantasizing about bending him over the very table he’d tended his wounds on. 

“Not so tough anymore, hm?” The doctor chirped, lowering his lips to behind Deok-Su’s ear as he fucked him carelessly. “I didn’t peg you for the kind of guy to take a dick-down like this,” he spewed. “But I guess that’s life, huh? The stalwart boss is actually desperate to get fucked by his doctor?” 

“Fuck you,” Deok-Su muttered, his voice weak and strained. “Is that all you’ve got? A dirty mouth and a tiny dick?” 

The all consuming thought that was a big mistake quickly overtook his mind when he felt the doctor’s hands snag his hair at the same time he slipped his hand under Deok-Su’s scrubs and wrapped his hand around his shaft.  He yanked his head back, the doctor’s cock digging deeper in his ass as he winced from the pain of pulling hair. Byeong-gi didn't ease him into it, immediately masturbating his cock at a brutal, callous pace. Involuntary tears dotted the bottom of his eyelids from the sheer force of Byeong-gi’s hands. 

“Really? What the fuck is wrong with you?” The doctor continued to fuck him, bringing hell’s fury on Deok-Su’s cock at the same time. “How much do you need to piss me off until you’re satisfied?” 

“Ah- fuck! I’m- fuck!” Deok-Su dug his nails uselessly into the steel exam table, coming hard on the inside of his patient’s gown. The doctor didn’t let up, however, maintaining the exact same pace as before, well after he had reached orgasm. Deok-Su cried out– deep, guttural screams through whiney, panting breaths. After all the buttons he pushed, it seemed there was no un-pushing them. 

He resigned to staying collapsed onto the cold surface, the doctor relentlessly pleasing himself using his patient’s hole. Spit pooled at his mouth, eyelids fluttering between open and shut as he accepted the consequences of his actions. It was quite the sight– the bulky gang leader bent over while some academic treated him like a whore he paid for. 

Byeong-gi’s breath hitched, and he leaned down just to whisper, “I’m gonna come in your fucking ass.” His cock swelled inside Deok-Su, and he felt the doctor release an enormous, hot load deep inside him. The doctor finally gave up on punishing his cock, and Deok-Su sighed with relief when his spent dick was abandoned to hang limply against the mess in his gown. 

“Fuck… just warm my cock for a while, fucking jackass…” he muttered breathlessly. Deok-Su was perfectly content to just lay there, debating if he felt more exhausted from this than the initial beating that sent him there. “Shit…” Byeong-gi pulled out, leaving Deok-Su with a warm wetness spilling from his ass down the back of his thigh…

He wasn’t even sure if he would be able to stand, and after some experimentation he discovered he mostly could. Byeong-gi had his back turned to him at the sink, only taking care of himself. A stiff and sore Deok-Su undressed from his scrubs, using them to wipe away the semen from his front and backside. He dressed in the clothes he had arrived there in, except someone had washed and folded them. The doctor, Deok-Su assumed. 

Wordlessly, Deok-Su walked to the exit. 

“Come back anytime,” Byeong-gi called. Deok-Su glanced backwards, eyes locking. “For your medical needs, of course.” 

Deok-Su didn’t respond, simply leaving, never to speak to anyone of this day again. 

How many years it had been, Deok-Su didn’t remember. Since he had been face to face with this man, since he had been so masterfully stitched up his wounds. In a place like this, Deok-Su was shocked to have ever met the man again. The doctor. 

That woman– the one clinging to him since they all arrived back at the games after that first vote– she had been insinuating all the damn day about fucking in the bathroom. Something, something, a good boy, something, something, don’t I deserve a reward. It was all just banter to look good in front of his pseudo-gang inside those walls. 

“I have to use… the bathroom,” Mi-Nyeo said, sending Deok-Su an extremely non-covert wink. He chuckled, watching her stand up and walk towards the door. 

He stood up, pulling his pants over the stitches Byeong-gi had just given him. 

“Me too,” he said. He kept his eyes on her figure walking to the door, but his mind was elsewhere. He grazed his fingers over the stitches under his tracksuit pants, recalling another time he’d been tended to by the doctor. 

Deok-Su made his way away from the group, mapping the directions to the bathroom in his mind. He allowed himself one glance– a small, quick look at the doctor. 

Byeong-gi looked right back at him, face stoic, giving nothing away. 

They gazed at one another, only for a moment. Less than a second. He broke eye contact, increasing his pace.  

There was a woman waiting for him in the bathroom, after all.

[buwl-obr]

idk why, but Deok-su x Byeong-gi ship number being Mi-nyeo's number (212) is funny to me

[jerky-pal1]

THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS

You should like draw Sang Woo x Byeong-gi (Player 111) 🙏🙏

I don't fully see the vision but I DO wish they interacted, I've been thinking about it the past few days... There's a beautiful world out there where Byeonggi teamed up with Gihun's team instead

[billynoelan]

Okay..thought I should put on my Byeongsu sketches,,

[squidgooning]

save me byeonggi… save me!!!!!

[mi-nyeo-the-star]

careful!!! she will BITE and since she's a newborn she has no control over-

heyyyy gigi can you watch baby aecha for meeee

@mi-nyeo-the-star cat!nyeo

Yess i will my pretty wifeee ! *he reached out to hold baby Ae-cha*

[gihun-the-troubled-twink]

My mom’s nicknames for s1 Squid Game characters bc she’s horrible at remembering names

Gihun - Chubby cheeks

Sangwoo - The accountant

Saebyeok - Murder bitch

Deoksu - Travis

Ali - Bali

Minyeo - Psycho whore

Salesman - Uncrustables guy

Byeonggi - the one guy with the glasses

Junho - cop kid

And that’s it so far

[meadowfics]

deok su was in love with byeonggi