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Dabi x reader in squid game where they’re both players 👀 ✨

Squid Game AU - Player!Dabi x Player!Reader

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.

Squid Game AU Masterlist

TW: Dabi is one of the scary players, Mentions of Violence and Murder, just a tiny bit of blackmail, implied dubcon.

30 minutes until lights out.

The clock hangs over the room, menacing streak of numbers that keep changing, leading you towards a nightmarish night, at best, and your painful death, at worst. Everyone knows what will happen; now that they're aware killing others in the dorms bears no consequence, the most violent of the players will wait until the lights are out to unleash their murderous fury in an atrocious blood bath.

And then there's you. Defenseless. Like a rabbit locked in with a pack of wolves. As much as you can rely on your wits during the game, you hadn't expected to be forced to fight for your life even at night, when there are no strict rules hanging over the participants and keeping them from hurting or killing others. There is no being smart when you're facing the sharp end of a knife or cowering under the fists of a merciless criminal, and as the numbers keep rolling above the beds, you know you have less than a 10% survival chance.

It feels unfair.

"Why do you keep looking at the clock? You scared or something?"

You raise your eyes to the man standing next to your bed, the knife hidden in the palm of his hand clicking against the metallic bars in annoying sounds. Still, your blood freezes in your veins at the sight of him; his black hair falling in front of cerulean blue eyes, the burn scars littering his face and body, the murderous fury alight in his gaze, waiting, expectant, ready to be unleashed as soon as the countdown strikes 0.

You don't know his name, and the number on his jacket is hidden under a blood stain, almost black now that it has dried, but you remember him, and more specifically the amused smirk that keeps pulling at his lips everytime he takes other players down in the games. He's among the worst ones, you know, among the criminals and murderers who are there because they need a bit of cash to escape from justice, far from the other poor souls forced to take part in such a game simply because they've been indebted after a few financial mistakes.

He's the last person you'd want to see near you when the lights go out.

Because of course, he's right. You're terrified.

"I'm not," you lie, and he barks a laugh. The sound makes you feel small, defenseless, weak, as if you were nothing but a prey cowering while the predator roars in triumph right before devouring them whole.

"Don't be so shy, princess. Want me to protect ya?"

You blink, surprised as he looks down at you, smug smirk pulling at his mismatched lips. You wonder what he did to earn these scars, if they're just the remains of yet another of his crimes, or if they're simply a red flag that you should take into account before accepting whatever it is he's offering.

It's not as if you have a choice, anyway.

And maybe he's just mocking you, playing with your feelings, giving you a sliver of hope before taking it away, but it's all you have, so you slowly nod, and whisper:

"Please."

His fingers are rough, calloussed when they gently stroke your cheek, as if you were a kitten that he'd been dying to pet. His digits slid under your chin before raising it, forcing you to look into his eyes. Blue, beautiful, and yet there's a sparkle of something scary burning in the cerulean irises.

"Alright princess, I'll be your bodyguard for the night. And, don't worry..."

His thumb rises along your chin, lingering a few seconds on your lower lip before slightly pushing until your mouth opens and he can feel the warmth of your tongue on his skin as it slips inside.

He smiles, and you don't think you've ever seen anything so terrifying.

"We'll talk about the price in the morning."

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Chapter 3

sypnosis: you and your boyfriend, Bokuto had a fight the day before the training camp in Tokyo and it was all because of a girl carrying rumors that left the both of you in bad terms. Will the ace and the manager immediately resolve this issue, or will they keep it that way until for who knows when?

✦ genre: angst, fluff

✦ word count: 3.7k

✦ warnings: reader’s heartbreak

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chapter 2…

Bokuto released a deep sigh, blaming himself for every stupid thing he’s done to you. “I fucking hate myself.” He holds his hips as he scrunched his eyebrows in distress. You would always laugh at his craziness and he’d even do it deliberately if it makes you happy. Out of each of them, this could be the stupidest and the saddest one yet.

“You reap what you sow.” Aiko stated and grabs her phone to check the time. “And you better get ready for tomorrow.”

That’s enough scolding for someone who already admits their fault.

He pouts, his eyes full of hope. “Is y/n-chan going to be there?”

“She’s not coming.”

DAY ONE: Training Camp

The night breaks into dawn. It was serene and the weather was perfect for the start of the training camp. People are snuggled into bed, still in slumber, and yet the volleyball clubs from different schools are already on their way to spend the week fortifying themselves.

Coach Yamiji speaks entirely of pure motivation to keep Fukurodani at their greatest forms. He had always encouraged them right before they showcase their willpower on the court.

However, the coach’s word doesn’t seem to be effective on the ace. All of them are steeled except for him. Bokuto stands beside his teammates, in a deep trance. He was unusually quiet for some reason, and it concerned the whole volleyball club.

Also, it was too early for him to be in his emo mode. Unless something or someone had provoked him to be that way.

But this wasn’t his typical emo mode either.

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strawberry shortcake [tsukishima kei][nsfw]

synopsis: you let kei act out his wildest fantasies for his birthday

warnings: manhandling, cunninglius, food play, breast worship, kei being a dick (wow), mild hair pulling, choking

notes: this isn’t as long due to time constraints (update: i lied, at the time i wrote this it wasn’t but now it is), but it would be illegal for me not to write anything for my tsukkipoo’s bday, so happy bday to one of like 4 of my main 2D husbands 🫶🏾💗 honestly i don’t know what this is

word count: 3.6kei

tsukishima never really considered his birthday to be a big deal, but when adding you to the equation, the man definitely can’t lie and say he doesn’t look forward to the occasion now.

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you ever think about how they'll probably see this picture in a yearbook when they're 60 years old and reminisce about their time as a part of the karasuno volleyball club? cuz i do all the time

currently thinking about kageyama tobio and his big big cock but him not even being aware of it so when he slides it in he goes all "why are you clenching like that?" SIGH (hi, i'm zade mwah)

hnnNNGGG YOUR MIND >>> (also hi ! i’m jade lmao <333)

“fuck,” he moans, eyes shut tight. “i’m not even all the way and you feel so tight.”

his frame hovers over you, slick sweat coating his forehead, arms caging either side of your face. your hands are linked with his, curved nails digging into his skin.

his eyes cracked open to see your face scrunched up, still hearing those pretty whines. your heels were pressing deep into his lower back but he didn’t mind the sting.

tobio didn’t realize it but he was absolutely hung.

slowly, he shifted his hips towards you, sliding in another inch of his fat cock. he shuddered at how clenched your walls were, the plush fat squeezing around his dick felt like pure ecstasy.

he freezes for a moment, forehead kissing yours. your eyes are closed now, chest moving up and down rapidly. his nose brushes yours, “why’s your cunt moving like that?”

your face heats up, turning away to hide the embarrassment. “come on,” he teases your soaping cunt, swiveling his hips till the head of his cock grazes your cervix. “tell me.”

he grunts, your nails were making his skin scream at this point but he was starting to enjoy the pain.

“y-your too big,” you utter. he pulls his head away from yours, looking down at the small bulge in your stomach.

“oh.”

“but don’t stop.”

“oh?”

now his face was heating up as he quickly slid out of you. before he could let his nerves get the best of him, he rammed back into you, intently watching the bump in your tummy grow bigger.

“god,” he groans, hips bucking wildly now. “so. fucking. tight.”

(Sequel to ‘This memory is being forgotten’)

mmmmmhm beach sex with the hq boys 😣 i would like to see it

— contains. atsumu, osamu, sakusa & oikawa x f!reader

— warnings. public sex, exhibitionism, the word bitch is used bc it’s atsumu so yeah

— a/n. requests r closed but... hmph was feeling this bc of the at**mu picture,, not proofread bc am tired

atsumu is desperate like always, tangling the string of your bikini in a knot much to his frustration. “baby, i can’t do it!” he complains, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he glances around the almost empty beach.

there’s an elderly couple facing the sea, but it’s evening and everyone in the resort has most likely gone up for dinner. but not you, no, of course not you. because your boyfriend, so badly wants to tick off ‘fucking his girlfriend against a palm tree’ on his bucket list.

easily, you untie them and just like that atsumu switches, cock deep in your cunt and a hand braced against the tree in hopes of steadying himself and his thrusts. “that’s right, take that shit.” he groans, “little cunt is so greedy,” he mumbles, roughly groping your tit and letting out a rumbling growl in your ear. “bet my little bitch wants to get caught like this, caught with her cunt out for me.”

sunglasses low on his nose, osamu watches as you run towards him. rivulets of water running down the front of your body, it causes your body to shimmer in the sunlight like some dewy-skinned water nymph. “‘samu,” you say, nearing your boyfriend who lays back on his deckchair under an umbrella. “you not gonna get in?”

he shakes his head, sitting up and adjusting the chair until it’s upright along with him. “c’mere, baby, i gotta tell ya somethin’,” osamu tells you, patting his lap to which you take a seat in, curious to know what he’s going to say. all you get is the feeling off his cock pressed between your ass cheeks and a soft chuckle at the surprise on your face. “yer gonna help me get off, yeah? gonna let me cum inside ya pretty cunt, yeah, baby?”

kiyoomi isn’t very fond of the beach. he sticks to the deckchair, deciding to observe you from afar. he starts to worry when throughout the day, the heat only increases and you don’t seem to have enough sunscreen on. and so he calls you over, lays you down and helps you apply the lotion all over your back and thighs. “cold,” you squeak, giggling at the ticklish feeling of his hands rubbing the cream into your skin.

“i know, bear with me, love.” kiyoomi can’t help the sweet smile that creeps onto his face at the sound of your laughter. he also can’t help the temptation of slipping aside your bikini bottom and taking a good look at your glistening pussy. his breath is laboured, you’re arching your back, “can i, my love? can i touch you?” he asks in a whisper, “no one can see us over here.”

“please, yoomi,” you whine, shivering when his cold fingertips come into contact with your cunt, spreading apart your lips just to toy with your pulsing clit. the rush of being caught drives you on, causes kiyoomi to be harder and quicker and rougher.

“that was great, princess!” tōru cheers, clapping when you finally manage to hit the ball back over the net. he’s momentarily distracted by the way your tits bounce in the brand new bikini you wear, a tiny little thing which is barely holding anything in.

it’s no surprise to you, when later, as the sunsets and the once bustling beach becomes empty, he has you on your knees in the sand. tōru’s fat cock ramming into your slippery cunt, one big hand on your tit, still toying with the strap of your bikini top in fascination. “you looked so slutty i couldn’t help myself, princess. i can’t handle it when you do this to me,” tōru croons, “makes me want to fuck you in front of everyone, let everyone know who’s princess you are.”

Ulterior Motives

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f! student Reader

Synopsis: Gojo becomes a little bit infatuated with his bratty new student.

Warnings: Explicit smut, noncon, teacher/student relationship (reader is 18+), possessive behavior, manipulation

Tags: Spanking, panty gag, dacryphilia, dirty talk, vibrators, bondage, orgasm torture, bratty reader, humiliation

Word Count: 24.4k

Notes: This one is for ABanonymous, I hope you didn’t mind the wait and I especially hope you enjoy the story. The title IS a reference and if you know, you know.

Next requested fic I will have out next Saturday, and that’s a pinky promise.

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