#frontman squid game x reader

[p1nkey3]

y/n is most likely to die on the first game of squid game.

it’s cool y’all have these little confident fantasy’s

that you can win squid game, and got away with

fucking whoever you wanted there without

getting caught.

but if you think about it,

the frontman wouldn’t fuck you

(you’re gonna die anyway)

gihun wouldn’t fuck you

(he’s more focused on his friends/the money)

sangwoo wouldn’t fuck you

(he’s more focused on the money)

the recruiter wouldn’t fuck you

(you’re probably not his taste)

Ali wouldn’t fuck you

(he has a wife and a child)

Saebyeok wouldn’t fuck you

(more focused on the money and getting out)

ji-yeong wouldn’t fuck you

(has no reason to)

Mi-nyeo wouldn’t fuck you

(nvm she probably would)

junho wouldn’t fuck you

(I’ve discussed why already)

Deoksu wouldn’t fuck you

(trynna win the money)

maybe the vips would try and fuck,

but I don’t know why you’d think one of the players get to visit the vips.

the frontman can’t pick favorites cause he’s not the one in control.

the frontman just watches over the games and makes sure everything’s straight.

oh ll-nam is the one in control.

[frontmansbitch]

Can you please do a frontman x waitress!reader smut

His Meal (Front Man x Waitress!Reader)

♡ Synopsis || Your job is to deliver meals to the Front Man in time. One clumsy day made him prepare his own snack.

♡ Content warnings || Handcuffing, power dynamics, having control, eating out, dubious consent

♡ Author’s note || Apologies for the long, long wait (I was planning on coming back months ago oops) I would not blame you all if you have lost interest in Squid Game, but I hope you all enjoy reading this anyway if you stayed :) This will probably get a part 2 because I got another request similar to this one ;)

Tried my best to continue using genderless terminology so everyone can feel included

PART 1

The Front Man always requires his meals to be delivered straight to his floor on time. Or more specifically, to his room.

You can't even remember how long you have worked in this place, yet you still feel nervous every time you go up on that floor. Something about serving the manager of this place made you feel odd in your stomach.

Today you are late. Usually, you finish preparing lunch well before delivery time, but this afternoon you had to help clean up some of the circle soldiers' messes. Normally you work alongside the circle soldiers in helping out with domestic chores. Except you did not wear the pink jumpsuits. You did wear a mask, however, but it was not a simple geometric shape. It was to protect your identity, but it also felt to be a way to show off your devotion and loyalty to this place. You were one of a kind; your role was to be a 'waitress'.

Everyone had a hierarchical position in the facility. You were not sure what ranking you would be classified to be, but you knew that you were certainly in a more 'honourable' position than the circle guards you worked alongside. That's why the Front Man trusts only you to deliver his meals, and the reason why you – as far as you knew – were the only person that could walk on his floor beside himself and the host. For duty reasons, obviously. It's not like you could just wander around his floor as you wish.

Nervously, you knocked on his bedroom door, as that's where he usually rests around this time. A gap in between the door allowed you to peer through, making you able to have a glimpse of the back of his exposed head. You watch as he puts his mask on and pulls up his hoodie, covering up the dark hair he had. As he stands up to walk closer to the door, you take a step back and pretend you had not spied on him.

He opens the door. "You're late." The Front Man says before you could even say anything. "My sincerest apologies, sir, but there was a slight inconvenience I had to handle." "I do not care what it was, but be warier about your actions next time. You know how we must do everything perfectly, there cannot be room for tardiness." "Yes sir." The system in this place prioritises perfection. In order for the annual games to commence, you cannot afford to make any mistakes. Neglecting one small, simple thing can end everything in a disaster. That's why you always make sure to do everything perfectly, to impress The Front Man. To gain praise from the Front Man. To…

Crash!

Ironically, the platter of food fell straight on the ground.

This led to a brief moment of silence. You would expect yourself to apologise instantly for causing this disturbance while immediately rushing to action to help, like how you usually react when you do something wrong. But this time, you were too stunned to move. How could you cause this mess?

Your gaze stayed on the ground, looking at the mess you have caused. As you look up, your eyes instantly lock with the dark eyes through the Front Man's mask, unaware that he had been staring at you this whole time.

"I-" "Enough," he sternly said. "Come in here." You were guided inside the Front Man's room. This was the first time you ever placed a foot on the other side of his door, you know you have made a severe mistake.

"Sit down," he gestured as he spoke, pointing at his bed.

Slowly, you walk towards his bed and sit down. You look up as he reaches for your chin, gently lifting your mask. Your face felt the coldness of the air in the room while your cheeks burnt with red. When he completely took your mask off, his finger traced your lips, making you feel the warmth of them.

"Looks like I have to do something about your reckless behaviour today."

The Front Man pulls out a pair of handcuffs as he pushes you up to the top of his bed, making you lie down. He grabs both of your hands and cuffs them together with the frame of his bed.

He looked at your face as he tried to slip his hand under your top. You give him a slight nod of approval, and he continues to touch you like his property. That's what you were after all, a maid that left their individuality to cater to the Front Man's desires. He exposes your torso to see you better, feeling your skin. His hand gropes your chest while his fingers pinched your nipples. Your inability to do anything about him playing with you made you realise how truly helpless you were in this situation.

After having fun with toying you, he unwraps your clothes. Now you had nothing except your undergarments on… well not for long. Before you knew it, he was already sliding them off while maintaining eye contact through his mask, making sure you weren't uncomfortable. You watch as he shuffles down, lifting up the bottom of his mask to align his open mouth between your thighs after swiftly spreading your legs. Watching him position himself made you feel your heartbeat ring in your ears as you were drowned with anticipation.

At the first contact, your neck immediately flings back as a reflex. His soft yet wet tongue touched the surface of your private regions. This sudden feeling sent a shockwave internally, completely blurring your thoughts to focus on one feeling: pleasure.

His tongue poked inside your hole which made you feel all sorts of emotions. He made sure to take his time before inserting his tongue in again, allowing you to embrace every feeling while he savoured every taste. He gradually got deeper and more intense, pressing especially hard on the parts that react the most passionately to the sensitivity As you tried to recollect your breaths, his hands brushed your skin, squeezing the more vulgar parts of your body. The Front Man took complete control over you.

The intense feeling made you want to release a loud moan that you had kept suppressed in your throat. You should be the one in charge of what your own body does, right? Or so you thought. The Front Man proved to you who was really in charge; his tongue dug deeper than you ever imagined it to be, squirming around all the edges. The motion of his tongue increased pace as he did all sorts of things with it: motioning it in and out, spiralling it around. You wanted to cup your mouth with your hands. It was all too much, you had to let out your cries.

This is where you completely lost it. The sensual feeling of being eaten out had made you completely lose any power you had over yourself. Your body and your mind completely submitted to the Front Man himself. No thoughts in your head anymore, just the need to feel more pleasure.

The moans and whines from your mouth only made the Front Man get much more aggressive. He pushed you to your edge until you felt yourself reach a certain point. You couldn't keep up anymore, he was doing so well.

With one last moan, you climax onto the Front Man's mask. Your body shook from the impact as your world turned all bright and serene. How disrespectful, you thought after realising what you had done. You should have at least warned him, but you were unprepared. The Front Man looks up at you and sits up, taking off his tainted mask.

"Looks like you made another mess to clean up."

[gurlbesimpin]

little baby boy  (frontman x fem!reader)

requested: yes

warnings: smut, slight praise kink, breeding kink, happy ending

clarification: s/n son’s name

“Have you two already thought of a name for him?”

the nurse asked, smiling as you looked over to your husband (in-ho)

Both of you shook your head, assuming it would have been a girl.

“were not sure yet, however i was thinking of ray?”

laughing, you shrug him off. The name wasn’t to your liking and didn’t find it fitting for your little angel. And a little angel he was indeed. This was quickly proven as the years passed, your son s/n becoming a sweet and caring child.

Now as every parent experiences, the familiar question “how did you meet?” inevitably will be asked. And so your litte boy one day asked came into the livingroom, staring at you with his cute eyes-

“mommy?”

chuckling, you gently pull him into your lap as in-ho shut his laptop to direct his attention to the two of you. 

“how did you meet daddy?”

In-ho just took a sip of hos beverage and spit it out at the question.

“Now ladies and gentlemen, let the show begin”

The large red curtains moved aside to reveal a huge glass bridge, players mid way through it, trying to figure out which was safe for their weight, and which would lead to their demise.

The show to say the least, was quite entertaining in it’s own cruel way. You placed a few hundred thousand on han-minyeo, just to be gifted with her signature line as her and deok-su tumbled to their deaths.

As it was finally time for the final game, you witnessed as gi-hun and sangwoo shortly forgave each other, before sangwoo’s sudden sacrifice towards his mate.

“what a tragic end-” you murmed, glancing over at the frontman.

Thus came the time to leave, but you requested you stay there, wanting to experience the next round of players. Now, this usually wasn’t allowed, though in-ho really fancied you for some reason, and requested no-one to learn of this event.

The following weeks you stayed under the frontman’s wing, in return for your residency within his home, you help him with certain needs. You’d be his personal entertainer, though you set up a special rule.

“no touching- for now”

sighing, he took a gulp of his whiskey, the ice cubes within the glass gently releasing a clinking sound. Leaning back, he motioned for you to start your show

Weeks passed as he’d only watch your actions, never participating in them himself. Though you couldn’t deny the spark between the two of you- 

Not only fun to look at, but also caring and charismatic to say the least. Fair he was a tough man, with questionable morals, but were you any better?

You paid him to see people with families, friends, children... die.

“your whiskey ma’m”

Nodding, you take the alcoholic beverage from the silver tray the butler held before you. Before he turned to leave your private room, you called him back.

“yes?”

“could you please tell your boss he may come over here for a quick... chat”

You couldn’t see their facial expression through the mask, but you were certain they were confused, but forced to oblidge.

“absolutely madam”

You admired your beauty in the mirror as you gently applied some red lipstick to your soft lips, wanting to surprise the man you had slowly fallen for. You watched as the heavy door opened and said gentleman was there, glancing at you through the silver framed mirror.

“y/n-”

he mumbled, sitting down on your queen-sized bed, making himself comfortable quickly. He took his mask off, revealing his handsome face, his beard freshly shaved. His deep brown eyes focused on you as you sat down beside him.

“you wished for my presence?”

nodding, you placed a hand on his thigh, making him stiff up entirely.

“remember certain rule i set up a while ago?”

you asked, as he huffed out a confirmation. 

You moved closer, closing the distance between you and in-ho, as your hand snaked up his thigh, towards his hip as you leaned in-

“fuck it-”

you whispered, planting a sly smirk on your lips as you went back to directly face the man before you.

“hormones or genuine feelings?”

he questioned, slightly arching an eyebrow.

“does it matter?”

you asked, removing your hands from him to unbutton your blouse.

“well not necessarily-”

he stated, quickly joining your hands in the removal of your blouse. As you wanted to lean in for an open mouth kiss, he took the opportunity to flip you over, him towering over you.

“but it will determine how rough this’ll be-”

He cooed, his hand wandering under your skirt to tease your aching pussy through your panties. You had been so touch starved that his gentle touch made your back arch off the bed, a quiet moan escaping your lips.

“how long has it been?”

he asked, clearly amused by your sweet reaction to his slight touch.

God you couldn’t remember the last time you had sex, it has been so long.

“a lifetime ago-”

you mumbled, becoming impatient with him.

In-ho glanced at you, waiting for you to explain it to your little angel.

You just coughed, wanting your husband to say something to break the intimidating silence, which must have confused your son as to why it was so hard to answer his “simple” question.

“holy shit-”

you gasped for air as his fingers worked their magic on your now, fully exposed body. 

His right index finger dancing around your pussy as his thumb slowly massaged your sensitive clit in figure eights, his lips catching each desperate cry and moan

“shit-”

you quietly cursed as you were nearing your orgasm, he could sense this, and stopped his actions right as you were about to reach your high.

Your whines in protest were like music to his ears as he watched your desperate form trying to gain any form of friction, but his belt tied around your wrists prevented most of what you had planned.

“how was i made”

god, could your kid make you feel any more uncomfortable? 

In-ho was laughing as he realized the situation you were stuck in now.

Desperate to answer his pleading eyes, you came up with a classic-

“a stork brought you to us sweetie”

In-ho seemed visibly confused, has he never heard of that before?

“what’s a stork?”

“a bird”

in-ho interrupted, gently squeezing little s/n’s cheek.

His pace was unforgiving as he continued to harshly rut into you, his dick hitting your g-spot over and over, making your legs shake in desperation.

“fuck you feel so good-”

he groaned, placing his hands on either side of you, firmly thrusting home.

His brown eyes always locked with your e/c eyes as one of his hands slid between your shaking thighs, to swiftly rub your clit in circles, trying his hardest to send both of you over the edge simultaneously.

“f-fuck in-ho... I can’t take it anymore...”

you breathed desperately, your hips grinding up, matching his quick thrusts.

“come for me sweetheart-”

he groaned, his deep voice sending vibrations through your bodies as you practically came on the spot, your juices all over his thick cock as he was inching closer to his orgasm himself.

“c-come inside me”

you whined, wanting his come more than anything.

“you want daddy’s cum huh? fuck yes i’ll give it to you-”

he growled, a few more thrusts of his hips sending him over the edge.

He filled you up with his warm seed as he moaned your name against your neck.

“fuck-”

you groaned as he removed the belt from your wrists, allowing you to move more freely now.

“i just did”

you laughed slightly at his dorky comment, as he had that familiar sly smirk you had, on his lips. 

“well you see, we met at uhh-”

you looked over at him again, not knowing how to explain a literal death game he hosted. It wasnt safe nor a good idea to even mention such.

“at a cafe”

His gaze went from you, to in-ho as he filled in your sentence.

“a cafe?”

both of you nodded in agreement, hoping your son wouldn’t ask that question ever again.

[free-for-all-fics]

Squid Game prompts and thoughts. Yeah, I know this fandom may be dead, but these are old and have been sitting in my notes app for a long time so I figure I might as well share them here anyway. Maybe it’ll be revived at some point with season 2, who knows. If anyone is inspired by or uses these, pls tag me. I’d love to read it 💜

1. Since In-ho gave Jun-ho a kidney, what if you, In-ho’s spouse, have an unspecified life threatening disease but couldn’t afford treatment. You’re the motive for In-Ho becoming a dirty cop who takes bribes and later entering the games. After winning and becoming the Frontman, he secretly transfers you to his private quarters on the island while you’re cared for; mostly bedridden, closely monitored, hooked up to tubes and wires with all the medication you need, etc. Maybe you’re put in a medical coma or are otherwise in and out of consciousness/disoriented and lethargic. He spends years using his resources and power as Frontman to cure you. Even if he keeps you sedated to take that edge off reality and make things sort of a blur for you. So you’re in an almost constant stupor where you think you’re dreaming even when you’re awake, etc. He’d try to keep you in the dark about the games and what he does, but what if you know more than you let on? What if Jun-ho inadvertently found you while snooping in the Frontman’s private quarters during his investigation into the disappearances of both you and his brother? (Ep. 5 & 7)?

2. “Isn’t the idea supposed to be ‘you saved my life, now I owe you a debt’?”

“Nope. You saved my life, now I’m your problem.” With either Salesman or Frontman.

3. It’s been a few weeks since your (relative, friend, neighbor, you choose.) went missing. You hear a knock on the door. As you open it, you realize that the man in front of you is not a typical solicitor or salesman. Before you can say anything, he says, “They said you’ll pay the debt.”

4. He’s one of the best recruiters for the games. A mastermind of persuasion and manipulation. He could sell rocks to jewelers, woo any man or woman, and even get away with murder. Until he meets you, his match: The most obstinate, unyielding, stubborn person whom he’s ever encountered. Your personal records tell him you’re not in the best of situations, and yet you’re not falling for any of his tricks or games. There’s nothing you seem to want or need that he can offer you. You keep turning him down, declining everything he claims he can give you, totally uninterested and not falling for any of it. But that just makes you all the more intriguing to him. As frustrating as you are, you’re a challenge. And neither of you are ones to give up easily. Maybe he won’t recruit you to play in the games after all. Maybe your resolve to resist temptation shows him you have potential for something even greater.

5. You’re one of the most aggressive salespeople alive; you steal money from your “customers” but leave an item they want, of equivalent value, behind. You’re threatening the Salesman’s “business” by taking away his “customers”. He has to decide what to do about this. Would he try to get you out of the way? Or Perhaps you could be a useful “business” partner?

6. The world’s most arrogant salesman meets the world’s most ignorant customer.

7. In-ho and Salesman, or In-ho and Jun-ho prompt: After years of struggling to pay off your college tuitions, all your debts are taken care of. Relief grows into suspicion when you come home. An unfamiliar black vehicle is parked nearby. Two men in expensive suits stand up when you enter. How did they get inside? “You’re not an easy person to track down. You know that, right?”

8. You’re behind on payments. A salesman recruits you to do a “housekeeping” job to clear your debt, handing you a card. His “colleague” (The Frontman) will act as your benefactor if you accept. It isn’t until you’re kidnapped and wake up on an island that you find out your task is to act as a forensic cleaner. You’re expected to wash away, disinfect and sanitize every game’s messes, removing all traces of murder and death after bodies are disposed. Not a drop of blood in sight. No human matter or fingerprints left to be found. You haven’t officially met the Frontman, but from what guards have said, you don’t want to know what would happen if he found out you missed a spot. The pink guards and surviving players leave you alone to do your job at the end of each game. But something is wrong. It feels like someone is still there, watching you at all times. What’s also weird is you’re assigned a room close to the Frontman’s quarters and kept separate from the other guards. He doesn’t trust the other guards to leave you be. Basically, you’re the only masked guard who’s a woman during the games. In-ho and/or the Salesman is interested in you and purposely sought you out. What happens?

9. You’re deep in student debt with no hope to pay it off in your lifetime, so you do the logical thing: Fake your death and move to South Korea to live an inconspicuous life under a new identity. The bank can’t really do anything since you’re “dead”. All your paper/online trails have been expertly wiped. So you thought. Some years later, door-to-door salesmen in your area start asking to be let inside. You know that’s not how salesmen do things. Something’s up. This prompts you to move around the country, never staying still too long. Seoul, Busan, etc. you’re on the move the second you feel they’re onto you. Until a man in a gray suit enters your train compartment and slides the door shut behind him. He sits next to you despite there being empty seats. His polite demeanor becomes unnerving. Small talk becomes invasive. He asks rhetorical questions - already knowing everything about you. He’s backing you into a corner. He opens his briefcase to display damning evidence detailing your “past life”, a sly smile on his face. Well, shit. Can’t run or hide on a moving train. And it’s a non-stop trip that will take a few hours. What do you do now?

10. Being In-ho and Jun-ho’s younger sister would include, before and after In-ho’s entered the games? Or maybe a fic where you’re their younger sister and unknowingly in a relationship with the Salesman (as in, you don’t know what exactly he does for work and are in the dark about your eldest brother’s involvement with the games. Your other brother doesn’t tell you much, if anything, about his investigations into In-ho’s disappearance, claiming the less you know the safer you’ll be. To you, your eldest brother is still missing after so many years and Jun-ho is still trying to find him. You haven’t heard from either of them in so long. Recently, Jun-ho has stopped responding to your messages. Now you’re getting worried. You may have to go out there and find your brothers yourself, to hell with the risks.)

[leia-writes]

I don't know if you do this type of stuff but would you consider writing an ABC's of Intimacy for the Frontman? Btw i love your fics so much and you're so talented 🖤

hi, of course I will! thanks for requesting

Hwang In-ho | Front Man - ABCs of Intimacy

w/ female reader

warnings: SMUT, obviously 18+ ONLY

masterlist

a - aftercare

I feel like it depends on this one. I definitely feel like despite his stoic exterior, he’s truly soft on the inside, especially for you. When there’s time, he’s going to spend some time making sure you’re taken care of. Taking you to the shower to get clean and then relaxing together. But with his demanding job of course, sometimes the two of you have to settle for those quick heated moments. He’ll then leave you with a quick kiss or spank on the ass before having to go back to his duties.

b - body part

On him: his hands. In general, he loves feeling in control, whether it’s in the bedroom with you or in his day to day responsibilities. Being able to make you melt with just the touch of his hands, or roughly grabbing you wherever he wants, makes him go crazy. On you: your eyes. He loves seeing your reactions to everything he does to you just as much as he loves doing it to you. The way you squeeze your eyes in pleasure, or give him those needy looks when he’s fucking you into oblivion, sometimes even eliciting tears out of you, just makes him absolutely feral.

c - cum

As long as he gets to cum inside you, whether it’s your pussy or mouth, and as long as you’re begging for it, he’s satisfied. He loves knowing he’s left a part of himself inside of you.

d - dirty secret

He’s not into the idea of sharing you at all, but secretly loves the idea of other people watching you two. He’s thought about fucking you in front of the guards or VIPs countless times. He will never act on it though due to his possessive nature.

e - experience

He’s fairly experienced, but meeting you definitely helped. Before becoming the Front Man, he never had a particularly serious relationship. Once he met you, he felt more comfortable to try new things and act on his desires.

f - favorite position

Any position he can be above you, holding you down with his hands, whether you’re facing up at him or he’s fucking you from behind and shoving your face into the bed. On occasion, if you’re on top, he’s holding on to you tight and fucking up into you vigorously.

g - goofy

In the moment, he’s not goofy at all. He already has a hard time expressing his emotions, so being silly during sex would be tough. He’s also just a very intense person, which is apparent in how he makes love to you. After the fact, though, he might find it in himself to play and joke around with you.

h - hair

He’s a very meticulous person, so he keeps himself well-groomed at all times, usually either shaved or very short hair. 

i - intimacy

He’s very intense when he’s intimate with you, but romance doesn’t come naturally to him. As mentioned before, he never had a serious relationship before you, so not only is he experiencing new feelings but also new ways to express intimacy outside of just sex. He wasn’t always used to having someone around all the time, much less someone he loves as much as he does you. As he became more comfortable, he learned to love little intimate moments with you, like holding hands, cuddling together, giving you quick kisses here and there.

j - jack off

He doesn’t do it often, unless you’re not around or you don’t have time. Before you started dating, he’d masturbate frequently to the thought of you, though he’d never admit it.

k - kink

Breeding kink 1000000%. The thought of knocking you up drives him crazy. Even though he’s probably unsure about actually having kids. 

l - location

He prefers the comfort of your shared home, but if he’s desperate he has no problem taking you wherever you can get a quick private moment (a storage room, in the car, etc etc)

m - motivation

He absolutely loves when you act bratty. He’d never say it out loud but you know it. He acts annoyed, but he loves getting his hands on you to give you punishments. Choking, spanking, slapping, anything rough.

n - no

He’s not into sharing or threesomes or anything like that at all. He wants you completely to himself and loves knowing he’s the only one who has you.

o - oral

He’s happy to give anytime you ask, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t prefer you sucking on his cock. Especially when you’re being bad, oftentimes he’ll use it to get you to finally shut up. But deep down, he also feels like he’s just not good at giving you oral. Of course you love it, but secretly he’s a bit self-conscious about how good he is at it.

p - pace

He much prefers rough sex, pounding into you at a brutal pace and having his way completely with you. But, he knows how to be slow and gentle too. If he’s feeling particularly emotionally vulnerable (which is rare), he will literally melt in your arms.

q - quickie

He prefers to have as much time as he wants with you, but quickies are inevitable with his demanding job. Especially if he’s having a bad day at work, he’ll make time for a quick fuck just to release his pent up anger. He’ll also find time to give you a good “punishment” if you’ve been particularly bratty that day and aren’t home to take care of it (again, storage room, car, etc).

r - risk

He won’t initiate himself, but if you wanted to try something new he generally wouldn’t say no. The riskiest things usually involve being close to a public area or having unprotected sex.

s - stamina

Honestly, after going at it once, neither of you will have enough energy for another round. He’s rough and passionate and will be sure to express that all in one long round of lovemaking.

t - toys

He doesn’t use toys himself, but he’s willing to try if you bring it up. As mentioned before, he wants you all to himself, and feels like he should be as good as any toy you could get. But he won’t deny you as long as he can still fuck you as he pleases.

u - unfair

This man is the. biggest. tease. ever. He’ll be sure to have you begging for every little thing. Begging for your orgasm, begging for his cock, down to begging merely for his touch. You’ll try to do some teasing of your own, and sometimes he does falter and give in, but the sight of you begging for him is just too good for him to miss.

v - volume

He knows when to be quiet and when to really let go. It all depends on his mood and where you are. If you have to be quiet, he makes sure to have you melting in his arms by whispering dirty things in your ear and letting out soft grunts and moans as he does it. And when you can really let go, he’ll be groaning as he fucks you roughly, making sure you can hear every thrust.

w - wild card

When you’re both exhausted in bed and about to go to sleep, he acts like the biggest baby ever. He’ll hold you close like a pillow, and if you dare try and leave his arms he’ll squeeze you tighter while pouting and simply saying “no.” In general, when he’s tired, he becomes super clingy. It can be annoying at times but you find it endearing.

x - x-ray

He has big dick energy and it checks out.

y - yearning

He’s almost always down to fuck you, but if you’re not around he’s generally not in the mood. If he’s anticipating seeing you though, that’s a different story. I’d say usually it’s every other day to every few days.

z - zzz

If it’s normal sleeping hours, he’ll fall asleep pretty quickly, but depending on where you are and what time it is he’s able to go about his day normally. You, on the other hand, are almost always left exhausted completely.

[comegetyallvitamins]

𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀ ʙʟᴏᴡᴊᴏʙ/ᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ

⌦ genre: smut, fluff

⌦ pairing: cho sang-woo x fem!reader, seong gi-hun x fem!reader, ali abdul x fem!reader, jang deok-su x fem!reader, hwang jun-ho x fem!reader, pink guards x fem!reader, in-ho(frontman) x fem!reader, the salesman x fem!reader, kang sae-byeok x fem!reader

⌦ summary: part of squid game reaction series- you give them a blowjob/eat them out

⌦ requested: no

⌦ WARNINGS: smut, oral fixation, oral cock warming, oral sex (m.f.receiving), 69, sloppy blowjob, masturbation, facial, cum swallowing, voyeurism, public oral sex, road head, age gap, dubcon (for the salesman's part) pervy yandereish salesman, mentions of stalking, degradation, praise, sir/daddy/master kink, mentions of anal/dp, gangbang idk what else

⌦ word count: -

⌦ 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃, 𝚂𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙳 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃, 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙹𝙾𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

MINORS DNI PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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①②⑧ ᴄʜᴏ ꜱᴀɴɢ-ᴡᴏᴏ ①②⑧ (663 words)

your knees collided with the hardwood floor of yours and sang-woo's shared apartment, the bruises sure to appear in a couple hours not bothering you in the least; all that was running through your mind right now was the urge to have sang-woo's dick balls deep down your throat.

he'd just been sitting at the dining table going through his paperwork when you had waddled down the stairs, hands covered by your long sweater sleeves and eyes bleary from just having woken up.

it was some ungodly time at night but you found it hard to sleep when you weren't wrapped cozily in sang-woo's arms, tossing and turning in your light sleep until you'd given up and ventured downstairs to wait with sang-woo till he had finished his work.

you had greeted him with a quick kiss to his lips which he returned, still completely immersed in the papers, before making your way to the couch that was sat across from the dining table and laying down so you could admire his side profile as he worked. this was a regular occurrence unfortunately, you waiting up for him.

usually you just fell into a light sleep as the sound of pen on paper and rustling sounded throughout the home until you'd be woken up by sang-woo carrying you into your bedroom. tonight however, you couldn't help but notice how good sang-woo looked.

his thick thighs that were covered by his fancy dress pants almost made you drool, god you wanted to ride them until they were covered in your slick. his sleeves were pushed up his arms exposing his strong forearms to your greedy gaze, you remembered how they tensed up and how his veins popped out when he fucked his fingers into you with all of his might. it made your core throb wildly when you remembered how just this morning he had eaten you out until you had to roughly push his head away from your abused cunt because you couldn't take anymore.

you couldn't return the favour then as he had to rush to work, but there's nothing stopping you now. well nothing except his damned work. he's very focused and rarely lets things distract him when he is working but you were sure you could change that. and plus, he deserves a break.

so despite the tiredness fogging your brain, you sluggishly got up from the comfortable couch and made your way to sang-woo's hunched-over figure. he was so focused on his oh so important work he didn't even notice you plopping carelessly down onto the floor and crawling under the wood table, stopping once you were in front of him and perching on your knees.

sang-woo only realized you were under the table when he felt your small hands fumbling to undo his belt and pull his zipper down, leaning back in his chair so he could see you in front of him.

"and what are you doing, little one?" sang-woo's deep voice broke through the silence, chuckling when you jumped a bit and peeked up at him with big eyes from between his long legs.

"i'm repaying you for this morning, sir." you said innocently, pulling his pants down just enough for his hardening cock to rest against his toned stomach. you looked up at him while resting your head on his thigh, giving a light kiss to the underside of his shaft. you were happy to finally have his attention, and his cock in your mouth honestly.

one of sang-woo's hands came down to gently move some of your hair away from your face as you eagerly took his tip into your mouth, humming happily against his cock when the taste of his pre-come hit your tongue. sang-woo's head tipped back, hands knotting into your hair he groaned out a 'good girl' when you took him all the way into your throat, not even gagging when his tip hit the back of your throat. he had trained you so well. (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

④⑤⑥ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢ ɢɪ-ʜᴜɴ ④⑤⑥ (822 words)

it was early in the morning, the sound of birds chirping and light snores filling the golden hued room. you had been awake for a little while, unsure of what had woken you up but grateful none the less as it allowed you to admire gi-hun as he slept peacefully, features lit up beautifully in a soft glow due to the morning light that streamed through the curtains.

it made love and admiration bubbled up inside of you to see him like this, so calm, so at peace. gi-hun had gone through a lot in his life but now things had gotten better, he had a good relationship with his daughter mother and sang-woo. he had also gained two daughters; them being sae-byeok and ji-yeong who you both speak to almost daily. he had gained friends in ali and strangely enough, jun-ho and deok-su. everyone was safe and happy, he was happy.

oh he was more than happy, you could tell from the way the blanket tented near his hips. how did you not see that before? taking one more glance at his face before you helped him with his problem, you knew why you hadn't noticed his painfully obvious boner. simply because he was too pretty. nuff said.

you shuffled over to his side of the bed, resting on your knees between his legs and laying down on your tummy. you hastily moved the blanket away from gi-hun's body so you would have access to do as you please, the both of you having agreed a while ago that this was something you were one hundred percent fine with either doing.

gi-hun's morning wood slapped up against his stomach as you pulled his boxers down, making him stir and grumble lightly in his deep slumber. you giggled quietly when you saw his hand move up to groggily itch his nose, head turning before his snores resumed once again.

your hand looked small as it wrapped around his large dick, tugging the smooth skin up and down slowly while you admired his pretty cock.

gi-hun let out a little whine when you licked a bold stripe up one of the prominent veins on his long cock, leaving spit shining in its wake before you took his red tip into your mouth and sucked gently.

this seemed to knock gi-hun out of his deep sleep, eyes fluttering open to be greeted with the soft morning glow lighting up your shared bedroom and you nestled between his legs looking so damn happy with yourself as you happily slurped at his rock hard cock.

"good morning sunshine." you pulled your swollen lips off of his cock with a 'pop', still pumping him with your hand as you greeted the sleepy man who didn't seem to register what was happening just yet.

to be honest, there's nothing you adore more than waking gi-hun up with a nice blowjob, the sight of his sleep glazed eyes and the way his hips would gently rock with the bobs of your head as desperate raspy whines left his mouth never failed to fill you with unfiltered lust and love for the man laid out before you.

"mmm, morning my sweet girl," gi-hun's deep morning voice muttered to you, sleepy eyes connected with yours in a sweet gaze as you went back to slowly suckling his cock, "you having fun down there?"

humming against his cock, you nodded as best as you could while you were sensually taking half of his shaft down your throat causing gi-hun's hips to buck gently into your mouth.

he was always more sensitive in the morning, something about the intimacy and pure love that buzzed between you both made gi-hun feel like a horny teenage boy that could cum just from the sight of boobs all over again, despite him being half your age.

the grogginess was still ebbing away at him as his hands reached down tangling his long fingers into your hair to gently help guide your mouth up and down his throbbing length, not having it in him to be rough this early in the morning and just wanting to appreciate the feeling of your wet mouth wrapped snuggly around his cock.

after minutes of lazily bobbing up and down gi-huns dick, you felt his grip tighten in your hair and his soft thrusts into your mouth get more desperate the closer he got to coming.

his eyes squeezed shut and he bit his lip hard as his orgasm hit him, long white ribbons of cum spurting from his twitching cock and straight into your awaiting mouth, you were sure to swallow every drop before pulling away with one last soft kiss to his sensitive cock.

"are you alright old man?" gi-hun was panting with one arm thrown over his eyes as he came down from his high, a blissed out smile on his face and more than ready to cradle you in his arms and fall into a peaceful sleep after the mind numbing orgasm you had given him.

"oh i'm more than alright, angel. c'mere and cuddle this old man."

(⌒_⌒ ; ) i am so very soft for this man

①⑨⑨ ᴀʟɪ ᴀʙᴅᴜʟ ①⑨⑨ (451 words)

soft giggles were escaping from ali's plush lips as you kissed down his body, in turn causing you to giggle along with him though trying to be as quiet as you could so you didn't alert anyone to your crude activities. apparently ali was ticklish, who knew.

"shhh, we need to be quiet baby." you said through giggles while trying to calm yourself and him down, it was hard to do however when it made you so happy to see ali's bright smile and happy eyes.

"i'm trying but your lips are tickling me." ali had to slap a hand over his mouth when you disappeared under the thin blanket that covered you both, laying down between his legs and pulling his length out once you were completely submerged underneath.

you had snuck over to ali's bed once you were sure everyone else was asleep, or at least you were hoping they were, as you had been doing since the second night of the game. at first it was purely innocent, you would lay next to each other and quietly tell each other about yourselves but eventually it escalated into cuddling, which then further escalated into you riding ali in the pitch black room, since then it had been a routine for you to come over to his bed every night once it was deemed safe.

his hips bucked up erratically when you shoved his whole cock into your mouth while your hand played with his heavy balls, his reaction was almost comical with the way his mouth dropped wide open and his back arched from the bed with a cute little whimper.

the reaction made you smile around his cock as you leisurely sucked him off, wanting to take your time pleasing him because in here any day could be your last so you wanted to savour every moment that you got with ali.

"mmph- baby it feels so good." his voice was whiney and muffled beneath his hand when he spoke, he could never not talk during these times, just wanting to praise you and let you know how good you're making him feel.

he couldn't see you but he could see your figure under the blanket bobbing up and down, sometimes pulling off to suck at his balls or to place loving little kisses all over his cock, both made his toes curl and eyes squeeze shut.

in your little love sick bubble neither of you noticed just how loud you really were, disturbing those on the edge of sleep and those still awake every night with your noises. no one said anything however, letting you have your own little slice of heaven in this fucked up place.

①⓪① ᴊᴀɴɢ ᴅᴇᴏᴋ-ꜱᴜ ①⓪① (654 words)

"deok-suuu," your needy whines resonated throughout the small car as deok-su drove through the dark and desolate streets, one of his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly and the other resting lovingly on your upper thigh while you drive home from date night.

the intimate touch turned you on more than it should have, you could already feel your juices soaking through your panties from the feeling of his cold rings against your skin.

"what little one, why do you keep whining like a brat huh?" deok-su knew what you wanted, the tone of your voice when you whined out for him and the way you were squirming in your seat was a dead giveaway but he wanted to hear the lewd words fall from your lips.

"i want to suck your cock." you stated very bluntly, knowing deok-su would never turn you down or judge you. he had long ago taught his little slut to express her wants and desires so he could fulfil them all. plus, he had taught you most of what you knew about sex and sex related things. before you had met deok-su you were just a pretty little innocent thing, waiting for him to come along and make you his dirty whore.

thus when you met and he had introduced you to all the sexual things you were missing you had quickly become addicted, craving his cock every second of the day, just craving any part of him really. so you really had no shame telling him what you wanted, it also helped that he loved hearing slutty words leave your pretty lips.

"oh, you want to suck my dick huh? is that why you've been squirming in your seat like a desperate whore all night?" deok-su mockingly spat at you, purposely trying to get you flustered though you were far beyond getting embarrassed by now, head way too fogged up with the need for him. "well get to it then, show your daddy how much you need his cock."

in your excitement and determination to get to his cock, you managed to hit your head lightly on the steering wheel making deok-su to chuckle yet not caring in the least as all you wanted to do was get his pants and boxers out of the way so you could pull his dick out and please this fine ass man like he's never been pleased before.

you sloppily unbuckled deok-su's belt and zipper, pulling his thick cock out and with absolutely no hesitation at all you took his cock as far down your throat as you could, choking yourself on it harshly causing deok-su to swerve the car for a split second.

"damn little lady, are you tryin' to make me crash this car doing that shit to me, holy fucking shit." deok-su breathed out incredulously, although despite his words he wasn't complaining at all in fact he held your head down for several seconds, a primal growl leaving his mouth as he felt your throat spasm wildly around his cock.

"you know what little one, since you want to be a brat just to get your slutty lips around daddy's dick, why don't you keep my cock warm for the rest of the ride just like this eh?" he roughly jerked your head up and down his cock a few times by the makeshift ponytail he had gathered in his free hand before he smooshed your face against his lower stomach, his length buried all the way down your throat making an outline of his cock bulge through your throat.

it made it more difficult for deok-su to focus on driving with your warm throat hugging his dick but he managed, the thought of what he would do to you at home stopping him from pulling over and ruining you on the side of the road no matter how bad he wanted to.

⓪⑥⑦ ᴋᴀɴɢ ꜱᴀᴇ-ʙʏᴇᴏᴋ ⓪⑥⑦ (613)

you could taste sae-byeok's sweet juices on your tongue as you greedily devoured her pussy, the crude slurping sounds making your pussy throb even more than it already was with sae-byeok's tongue buried deep inside your tight hole.

your body was laid over sae-byeok's sprawled out figure, both of your knees planted on either side of her head which was buried between your thighs, similar to the way your head was locked tightly between her slim thighs.

trying to recall how you had ended up in this position was a blurry memory, all you remember was laying on your bed next to sae-byeok while you two casually watched netflix and then you saw her absentmindedly chewing her gorgeous plump bottom lip and suddenly all you could think about for the rest for the rest of the movie was seeing her lips shine from your juices.

sae-byeok could always tell what you were thinking though you always tried to hide it, could always know what was running through your pretty little head with a mere glance at your face because she knew you. she had spent most of her life standing right by your side, she had learned all of your likes and dislikes, all of your little tells and she had quickly picked up on your perverse thoughts as she always did.

so in true sae-byeok fashion she made a show of rolling off of your bed, striped naked and sprawled herself out on your bed with a smug smile all the while you had gapped at her like she had just curb stomped your mother.

the seductive spread of her legs and the uttered command of "come here" was enough to knock you out of your shocked state, quickly jumping off of your bed and shedding your clothes as fast as you humanly could before trying to crawl between her parted legs, however they snapped shut before you could reach the prize hidden between them.

"no," she muttered out lowly, a dark smirk growing on her full lips, "i want to do something different this time."

and that was how you had ended up in the iconic 69 position with sae-byeok, lapping at each others pussy with the vibrations from the moans leaving both of your mouths driving you both closer and closer to your highs.

you were practically humping her face like a bitch in heat at this point, though she wasn't much better with the way she was bucking up into your mouth and gripping onto your thighs like a lifeline as you sucked her clit relentlessly. she tasted so fucking good on your tongue, her fingers fucking into your soaked pussy mixed with her tongue licking at your clit felt so euphoric it pushed you head first into an intense orgasm that consumed your whole body.

the taste of your juices exploding onto her tongue and your mouth sloppily lapping at her pussy mid orgasm triggered sae-byeok to cum, spurts of clear liquid unexpectedly gushing from her pussy into your mouth and covering the bed, your face and her thighs. your moans mixed together in the small hot room, still lapping at the others pussy while you came down from your highs.

"dude, you squirted!" you squealed excitedly, hastily hopping off of sae-byeok's relaxed body and plopping yourself between her legs so you could clean off her juices as she blushed, covering her face with her forearms to hide her flustered state from you.

she was too damn smart for her own good and you were to damn horny for your own, but that's what you loved most about her as it lead to situations such as this one.

⊕⊕⊕ ʜᴡᴀɴɢ ᴊᴜɴ-ʜᴏ ⊕⊕⊕ (983 words)

jun-ho was gently holding onto your hair as you bobbed your head up and down his cock, shoving as much of it down your throat as you could without sputtering all while you stared into each others eyes with a shared loving intensity.

seeing as you were 6 months pregnant, your sex drive was through the roof right now. every second of the day you were craving jun-ho, always thinking about how good he would fuck you, about how pretty his cock was when it was rock hard and covered in your spit.

so of course jun-ho, being the sweet and attentive husband he is, let you use him as you please. not that he minded at all, who the hell would complain when their hot wife suddenly drops to her knees in the middle of the kitchen and sucks your dick. not him, that's for damn sure.

your swollen belly made the task at hand a bit more difficult but absolutely nothing would stop you from achieving your goal of having jun-ho's cum sprayed across your face and chest.

"look at you sweetheart, you look so beautiful when you're desperate for my cum." you moaned at jun-ho's cooed out words, his tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat making you gag and causing spit to gather around his base which then slowly dripped down onto his full balls.

deciding you needed a little break as you had been doing this for a while you pulled your mouth off of his dick, strings of spit connecting you to him trying to catch your breath while still pumping his slick cock with your hand.

"you okay baby?" jun-ho asked you, lovingly stroking your bottom lip with his thumb as you nodded your head and smiled warmly up at him with your swollen red lips.

"m'fine, just needed a bit of a breather." your voice was raspy from how deep and rough you were taking his length in your mouth, he had let you set your own pace and rhythm for once which of course you had just shoved his cock straight down your throat and went to town on him without missing a beat.

sometimes you need to slow down, as much as you love jun-ho fucking your throat raw you wanted to savour the weight of his pretty cock against your tongue and the taste of his pre come spreading throughout your mouth, you just needed to savour him really. however now would not be that time, maybe later but right now you were way too impatient, you just wanted to suck his dick until you couldn't speak tomorrow and then be cuddled to sleep in his strong arms.

so once you had caught your breath you dove straight back in, licking a bold stripe from his balls all the way to his red leaking tip before slowly sliding as much of his cock into your throat as you could, stroking what you couldn't fit in your small hand while you looked up at his handsome face contorted in utter bliss.

for a while you had all the control, his hands only in your hair so he could keep himself grounded while you worshiped him on your knees, but as his orgasm crept up on him he could feel himself get more desperate to fuck your face each time your warm throat took him all the way in. eventually he started taking control again, his grip tightening in your hair so he could drag you along his cock at a steady fast pace.

you clung onto jun-ho's thick thighs for life when his pace got more frantic, fucking sloppily into your throat but making sure to be careful of you and the baby growing inside of you of course lest he hurt the loves of his life. tears were gathering in your glossy pleasure filled eyes, threatening to fall down your face at any second as he jerked your head back and forth.

"ah fuck baby i'm gonna cum, your mouth feels so fucking. good." his last words were punctuated with sharp thrusts into your throat, your eyes that were connected in a heated gaze broke off when you squeezed your eyes shut tight as he quickly pulled out of your mouth with a deep grunt and furiously jerked his cock, white ropes of cum spurting from his cock and covering your face and chest in the warm liquid a second later.

you couldn't open your eyes as some of jun-ho's cum had landed right onto your closed eyelids but you could picture him standing above you, abs shining with sweat and hand slowly jerking his softening cock while the hazy remnants of his orgasm made him twitch with pleasure, admiring the mess he had made on you.

after a few moments of content silence, you heard jun-ho move from his place in front of you before you felt a towel rubbing the gunk off of your face and chest. you unclenched your eyes to be met with the beautiful sight of jun-ho's lazy smile and gleaming eyes, holding a hand out to help you up from the kitchen floor.

"are you alright baby, i didn't go to hard did i?" jun-ho instantly went into fretting husband mode, pulling you up into his chest though your swollen belly kept you from pressing your body flush against his neither of you minded in the least.

leaning up onto your tiptoes you gave jun-ho's full lips a lingering peck, conveying all of your love for each other in one small kiss that meant everything to you both before pulling an inch away from his lips and looking into his eyes.

"i love you so so much, hwang jun-ho," you whispered against his lips, cupping his face as his arms wrapped securely around your waist, "but right now i need you to hush your gums and cuddle me."

⊕⊕⊕ ʜᴡᴀɴɢ ɪɴ-ʜᴏ (ꜰʀᴏɴᴛᴍᴀɴ) ⊕⊕⊕ (485 words)

the black lace collar was tight around your throat but that was the least of your concerns right now, as you were in a room full of masked men taking in-ho's cock so deep down your throat you swore you could feel it in your stomach.

while humiliation should be eating you alive right now, being in-ho's pet you had long since grown used to the degrading and lewd situations he would put you in. face fucking you in front of the vip's, guards and waiters was one of the more tamer things he had done.

in-ho was harshly pulling you up and down his cock by the leash that was connected to your collar, uncaring of the gags and excess spit coming from your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying your hardest not to throw up around his dick.

"open your eyes and look at me pet." in-ho's stern demand was followed by a hard slap to your cheek, causing you to instantly follow his command and open your teary, glazed over eyes to gaze up at his black mask while he ruthlessly fucked his cock into your mouth.

"aww, look at the tears in your pretty eyes, is my little cock slut going to cry huh?" his tone was mocking and intended to make you feel inferior, and if that didn't do it then the condescending and amused laughs heard from the vip's spread out across the room most definitely did.

muffled wet choking sounds were the only answer to his question that he didn't even need an answer to as seconds after he had asked, the tears gathering in your eyes had started rolling down your puffy red cheeks, leaving streaks down your face and mixing with the spit and pre come gathered around your mouth.

the sight obviously affected in-ho tremendously as he let out a deep drawn out groan when he saw the shiny liquid run down from your eyes, quickly pulling out of your mouth and rubbing his wet cock against your tear covered cheeks before jamming his cock back down your throat and grabbing the back of your head with one hand for leverage to fuck your mouth as hard as he could, meanwhile the other pinched your nose so you had no way of breathing.

"oh look the whores crying, is your masters cock too much for you little girl?" the vip with the deer mask taunted you, his deep and accented voice echoing throughout the room as more mocking comments from the other rich vips followed his comments.

you were completely helpless right now, hands tied tightly behind your back and nose being squeezed between in-ho's long fingers, you could do nothing but take his cock down your throat and hope he would let up soon.

knowing in-ho though, he would do no such thing anytime soon. especially not with an audience to entertain and his favourite little pet in need of being used.

⊕⊕⊕ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀʟᴇꜱᴍᴀɴ ⊕⊕⊕ (1,437 words) (how the hell-)

you really should have known better than to ride on an empty train this late at night, creeps and dangerous people lurking around waiting for the right moment to strike on the pretty young thing sitting there all by herself in a short little skirt, nobody around to witness anything.

who knows what could have happened to you if he wasn't there, the thought of someone touching you in anyway angered him beyond belief despite you not knowing him. he knew you though.

he had been watching you for a while now after seeing you on your route home, it was late into the night; he was tired and his hand ached from all of the slapping he had done, he really just wanted to get home eat, pass out and then repeat again tomorrow.

however it seemed fate had different plans for him because when the train doors opened, instead of the occasional drunk or homeless person staggering in like they usually do at this time, you skipped through the doors and lit up the gloomy train within a second.

you had given him a quick glance in passing, noting the handsome man before taking a seat and pulling out a book to read, paying no further attention to him sitting in the opposite end of the cart. he was hypnotized though, completely enamoured and intrigued by you that he couldn't help but stare at you and imagine flipping up your skirt and fucking you right here on this train.

the thought made his dick throb for the rest of the ride, even when the disappointment spread through him as you got up and stood at the train doors, your cute hands gripping onto the pole to keep you steady while you waited for your stop to come. you gave him an adorable smile and a small wave when the doors opened and you stepped out, his eyes glued to your form walking across the platform.

the next night he took the same train at the same time, hoping and praying you would waltz through the doors again because you were all he had thought about since he saw you the night before, he needed to see you. much to his excitement you did, giving him another small smile which he returned with a charming grin before taking a seat on the empty train that held only you and him and pulling out a book to immerse yourself in.

again he stared at you for the whole ride, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to you as he hungrily looked at your exposed thighs in your little tennis skirt all the while you remained oblivious to his leering. and naturally, his cock got extremely hard very fast. he was almost tempted to touch himself right there but he didn't want to scare you off, no he had to wait.

that became somewhat of a routine, you would always get onto the train at the exact same time every night and greet the handsome man with an adorable little smile, which he would always return, before you would pay no mind to anything until your stop came. as your stop came up you would always give him a cute wave and another smile, and then after you were gone you would play on his mind 24/7 until he saw you again.

tonight though, he snapped. everything was normal at first, he got on the train at the same time as he always does, excited to see your pretty face and dick already semi hard when you had walked through the doors wearing your hot little skirt, sending him your usual grin.

the sound of keys dropping onto the grimy floor echoed throughout the silent train, interrupting you both mid smile towards each other. you looked down with a blush and quickly bent over to retrieve your fallen keys not realizing the view you were giving him as your skirt rode up, exposing your cute pink thong and perky ass to his eager eyes and causing his breath to catch in his throat.

he was overwhelmed at the sight, he had dreamed of seeing this countless times but nothing could prepare him for the teasing peek you had unintentionally given him of your soft globes. you picked up your keys and gave him a flustered grin, making your way to your usual seat completely unaware of the shocked and turned on state you had left him in.

his thoughts were reeling with the thought of you, the view of your backside forever imprinted in his memory. his head was foggy as he just stared at you, looking at your soft lips and cute face he stood up from his seat as if in a trance, approaching your smaller figure slowly unable to stop himself and honestly not really wanting to either.

your feet were dangling from the train seat swinging back and forth absentmindedly while you quietly read your book, having no clue of the riled up man slowly stalking towards you as if you were his prey. you only noticed he was in front of you when you saw his shiny black dress shoes stop over the edge of your book.

looking up, you saw the mysterious man hovering over you with his hazy eyes set firmly on your face. he looked detached, like he wasn't really there and it made you slightly nervous.

"uh, hello?" you were obviously confused why he was standing in front of you, his crotch a couple inches away from your face making your nose scrunch up and your cheeks darken. you're so cute.

"hello." his voice was deep and low, shocking you slightly though after he had uttered his greeting he did nothing but stand in front of you, leering down at you with a smirk growing on his face.

it wasn't really the response you were looking for, you were hoping he would tell you why he was invading your personal space but instead there was dead silence as you awkwardly stared back at him. you hadn't spoken to this man at all, the only communication was the smiles and waves you would give each other at the start and end of the train ride so you were wondering what he wanted and why he was looking at you like that. he smells good though and he's pretty cute.

after a minute of awkward staring and silence his hand suddenly wrapped around your small wrist, dragging it onto the pristine fabric of his dress pants and guiding your hand to rub slowly against his large covered bulge while he stood in front of you on the empty train.

"what the fuck!?" you yelped out, trying to pull your hand away though you could feel the spark of arousal that shot through you when you felt the size of him through his pants. his tight grip prevented you from pulling away, if anything it made him move your hand harder against his clothed dick and to be honest, you weren't trying your hardest to get away from him.

his pleasure filled eyes were locked onto your wide ones, his full bottom lip taken between his teeth as he practically humped your hand all he wanted and you just let him. after a while it seemed to not be enough anymore, he wanted to feel you against his cock so he undone his belt, pulled down his zipper and pulled his rock hard cock hastily out of his pants much to your shock.

before you could even speak, he took advantage of your open mouth and shoved his cock as far down your throat as he could ignoring the gags and sputtering you were letting out around his dick.

it had all moved so fast, he had gone from admiring you from a distance to balls deep down your throat within five minutes. he didn't mind in the least and it seemed neither did you judging by the way you gripped his thighs and moved your head along with his thrusts after recovering from the sudden action.

he could already tell you were such a good girl and your mouth felt like heaven around his cock, he might just have to follow you home so he could play with you there to. you were his now, your lips wrapped around the base of his cock and your pretty doe eyes looking up at him being evidence of that, you belonged completely to him in his mind and he was going to take such good care of his little girl from now on.

(i really really wanted to continue this but it was getting way too long for a reaction)

□△〇 ᴘɪɴᴋ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅꜱ □△〇 (544 words)

you were laid out on your back, legs spread wide and knees pushed to your chest as a square guard hammered his thick cock into your used, cum covered pussy. you honestly could not remember for the life of you the amount of orgasms the guards have given you, barely being able to comprehend anything other than the cocks drilling relentlessly into your mouth and pussy.

this had been going on for hours, different guards taking turns fucking your mouth and pussy, some had even fucked your ass and pussy at the same time so to say you were exhausted was an understatement. you pushed on though, wanting to prove to them that you could take it.

cum from the previous guards who had fucked you mixed with your juices and spit creating a lewd squelching sound that filled the crowded room filled to the brim with pink guards, all of them lining up to have a go at you for the first, second or even third time.

the triangle guard's head was tilted back as the thrusts from the square guard hammering into your pussy fucked his large cock into your throat over and over again, his heavy balls repeatedly hitting against your nose and one of his hands wrapped loosely around your neck so he could feel his dick moving while your head hung over the edge of the bed.

under his mask you were sure his eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth parted in pleasure while bliss took over his body, feeling your tight warm throat wrapped around his cock and not even having to move a muscle through it all sending him into overdrive.

"open your mouth wide slut, yeah just like that." the triangle guards deep voice cut through the slapping and moaning sounds, pulling his cock out of your mouth and roughly grabbing your jaw to hold your mouth open as he tugged his cock a few times before aiming it into your mouth and squirting ribbons of his cum onto your tongue and face. "swallow it."

doing as he says, you swallowed it all down and lazily stuck your tongue out to prove to him that you had done as he had asked like the good girl you were. all you got was a soft pat to your upside down cheek before another guard stepped in his previous spot and shoved his long cock down your fucked raw throat.

hoping for a small break was too much then.

everything went black when your maybe 10th orgasm suddenly hit you, a dull throb of pain mixing in with the pleasure as the square guard pounded into you so hard the bed started to drag across the pristine floor. your walls tightened around him and your body started to thrash around on the cocks impaling you, taking them both into an orgasm right behind you and filling you with their creamy seed.

your body was aching at this point, every single part of you hurt to move and yet the pleasure that shot through you when more new cocks entered your mouth and pussy was more than pathetic. all of your holes have been stuffed with cum and you were on the borderline of passing out, but still you craved more.

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a/n: i have no more room for images in this post and the pink guards gif wasn't working every time i made it so i have to make a new one for that lmao anyways some of these are way too long and i got carried away but i hope you all enjoy!! i really wanna continue the salesmans part though cause like damn he is so sos ooosososososo fine uhm also if anyone has any reaction ideas lmk please i need some so badly <3 stay safe everyone byyyyyyeee!!

[swagatron9]

Can u do squid game guards x reader where they all are in love it her💀

All Of Us

Pairings: Pink Guards x reader x Front Man

The next time u have more food on your plate?" I paused as I raised the fork to take a bite as Sang-woo spoke up. I looked around to see that everyone in our circle was staring at me, and it was then I noticed how much more I received compared to them.

"They said it was leftovers." I shrugged.

"They spoke to you?" Gi-hun asked. "When I told them about my milk problem, they ignored me. How rude." He muttered the last part to himself.

Sang-woo continued to look at me accusingly, to which I shuffled around uncomfortably underneath his gaze.

As we continued on eating, I started eating slower and taking smaller bites, feeling almost disgusted with myself for getting more food than the others. I didn't think that I deserved to eat as much as they did. After all, I didn't bring much to the team.

Once I finished almost half of my meal, I passed the rest of it around to the others in the group that wanted some more, most of which denied my offer, but Ali happily accepted my 'generous gift.'

This was when it first started.

During the second round, where we had to carve the honeycomb, I noticed the guard in the triangle line facing my direction as he handed out the tins.

I was still yet to decide which line I was going to join and as I was about to walk over to the star line, I was bumped into and pushed into the triangle line.

"Time is up for choosing shapes." I sighed as I realised I had to stick to the triangle line, but that sigh was rapidly taken back as I saw what we would be doing.

I thanked the guard that bumped into me silently because if they didn't, no doubt I wouldn't come out of the games alive.

The square masked guard walked around mainly in the area I was sitting in. Every now and then, I caught sight of them looking over in the direction the triangle guard and I were in.

I hummed quietly as I finished the final touches to my carving before I lifted it up and showed the guard. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the square guard marching over. "Player 457, pass." The square guard announced.

I smiled brightly as I happily ate the honeycomb and followed the square masked who led me to the doors, where I was then told to follow another triangle guard.

As I walked down the confusing, colourful walls, I felt the lightest touch of a hang on my back that guided me to where I needed to be.

The next time I noticed the guard acting unusual towards me was not as subtle as the previous occasions had been.

For the next game, we were asked to pick a partner. Unsure of whether I should go with some strong or intelligent, I stood against the wall and patiently waited. My mind travelled off to yesterdays game as I remembered how I saw my limbs were after tug-of-war, so as I looked around, I searched for who appeared to be smart.

A guard was walking past when they stopped right in front of me. "Don't choose a partner." They muttered quietly. My head tilted to the side as I questioned why they were talking to me, my eyes following as they walked away from me.

As weird as it may seem, I trusted the guards to an extent. So as a player approached me, I turned them away with a polite no and watched as everyone got partners leaving me on my own.

"Player 457, follow me." A guard approached me after everyone had left the room.

The walk seemed to take longer to return to the main room than it did to get to the game. "For the next game, choose one of the last numbers." The guard spoke quietly as they continued facing ahead.

"Why are you helping me?" I asked as I stared at the back of their head. I didn't receive a reply as we finally made it back to the main room.

"Trust me." With that being said, I was left alone in the large empty room as I thought about everything that was happening.

-

My legs shook as I jumped on the correct glass tile. There was one more person in front of me and two tiles left to jump. I felt like I would collapse at any second as I kept my head high to not look down at a distance. I made the mistake of doing that as soon as I was a part of the game and the sight of the lifeless bodies lying on the ground with blood pooling around them made me want to throw up.

"Hurry up and go, or we'll all die!" Sang-woo called out from behind me. I looked up at the clock to see that there was only a minute left, and I didn't want to find out what would happen after the minute ran out.

I watched as the man in front of me took a deep breath in before jumping. My eyes instantly shut as I heard the sound of the glass shattering and the scream as he fell to his death.

I quickly jumped up, and I felt my heart drop as I looked at the two tiles. This wasn't a game of strategy, it was a game of chance, and I didn't like my options.

Something caught my eyes as I noticed the guard swaying their gun side to side. The guard was standing facing the side, but the gun stopped moving when I looked over at it, and coincidently the weapon was pointed in the direction of one of the tiles. "Go!"

I trusted my instincts and took my chances as I jumped.

I let out a silent cry as I felt nothing happen.

We all made it onto the platform just as the time ran out. Every single glass tile left shattered and flew in our direction. I got hit with a few shards but not too bad since I was in front of everyone else.

I fell behind the last of the players as we made our way back. Everyone else was hurt, while I was almost perfectly fine. My legs still felt like they were about to give out as I slowly walked back.

I was being pulled to the side the next thing I knew, and a cloth was pushed over my mouth.

-

That was how I found myself in a chair surrounded by a guard with a man in black stood directly in the middle. "Player 457, you are being pulled from the games." I was terrified, to say the least.

"May I ask why?" I stammered as I glanced around at everyone.

"Personal request from the guards and myself. You see, we all have taken a liking to you." The man in black gestured around at everyone while I was left confused.

"All of you?" I questioned quietly.

"All of us."

[i-cant-sing]

Platonic Yandere Squid Game pt2

Part 1 is here. Check out my MASTERLIST for more!

"Welcome home, Y/n."

You woke up with a jolt, breathing heavily as you recalled the words he said to you. Looking around and seeing you were in the same room as before, it only confirmed that you were not having a nightmare.

This was reality.

Pushing the warm covers off you, you ran towards the door but found it locked. You banged on the door for a while, didn't stop until your hands started hurting and your throat hurt from screaming for someone to help.

With tears of frustration that you were sure to wipe off quickly as soon as you saw the camera in the corner, flipping it off in the progress, you decided to look around the room for something to open the door with or at the very least, something you could use as a weapon to defend yourself.

The room was big and had a whole black and gold theme going on with lavish furniture. You went towards the bathroom first, hoping to find a pair of scissors or razor blades. Something sharp. But all you found there was some soap, shampoo bottles, perfumes, basic hygiene stuff.

You went back to the room and looked around the room, searching drawers and corners, but there was nothing you could use.

Irritated, you went back to the bed and sat down, trying to think of a plan.

What the hell was that man even expecting from me? That I was gonna be happy for the family reunion after finding out he kills people because its fun for the rich guys?

You closed your eyes, trying to suppress the tears. Even if what he said was true, that I was his sister, and if I would even ignore all the murderous games, did he really think that I was gonna accept him and like stay here after he killed my parents? Fucking asshole.

You knew your parents were poor and weren't really the best people, but they weren't bad. They always took care of you; your mother, when she was healthy, would cook rice puddings for you, even if she had to borrow the rice from the neighbours because there was nothing to eat at home. Your father, even with his gambling addiction, never failed to let you know that you're loved and save with him, would chase after creeps who tried to take you with them. In a way, you knew that he was only doing this for you and your mother. He only turned to gambling when he was fired from his job because he reported to the higher ups that his boss was stealing from the company. Turns out the guy he reported was the son of the company owner. Not only did they fire him, they made sure that he never worked for another company ever.

Did he really kill them? You wondered. Maybe it was all staged, maybe my parents are still alive, maybe all of this is another game.

But deep down, you knew none of that was true, this was the cold reality. And you're all alone in this world now. Well, maybe you have two brothers but you'd rather have none if they were behind this whole fucked up murderous scheme.

You were still processing the whole situation when the door suddenly opened and in walked a man, dressed in a black suit, but his mask was different- you could see his eyes. He was holding a tray in his hand as walked towards you with long strides. You stood up from the bed and backed away into a corner, watching his every movement like an eagle. The man paused when you backed away, but then continued walking to the bed and set the tray on it, a plate of pasta and a vanilla pudding cup on it.

The man then took off his mask, revealing guy who appeared to be in his late 20s or early 30s. He turned towards you and smiled.

"Hey. I'm Jun Ho. Lunch?"

Jun Ho watched as you ate the pasta with gusto, the sauce smearing around your lips. You initially refused to eat, thinking he'd drugged or poisoned it, but then he reasoned that if he wanted to do that, he would've done that already. Besides, he promised to explain while you ate, so that was a fair deal.

"Should I get another plate for you? I didn't think you'd be very hungry." He said, pulling out his handkerchief and giving it to you. You shook your head and wiped your mouth clean. "No, I'm fine." You weren't really hungry, you just didn't know when you'd be fed again, so might as well stock up on this. You opened the pudding cup and dipped your spoon in. "So let me get this straight. You and the guy from before, In Ho or Frontman, whatever his name is, are my brothers?" Jun Ho nodded. "Right. And you came here 6 months ago, looking for him?" He nodded again. "But then you found out who he really is and you still decided to stay?" He nodded. "Why?"

He sighed. "If I didn't, he would've killed me. I had seen his face, and that would put him in jeopardy."

"Well, you could've planned an escape!"

"There really isn't. If there was even a single window of opportunity, don't you think I or the players would've taken it?"

You looked at him a bit suspiciously. On one hand, you think that he should've risked running than to stay with that psychopath. On the other hand, you don't what's he been through or how many times he'd tried to get out of here.

"So what? You just decided to stay with him and become one of those masked guards that murder people?"

He raised a brow. "What? No! I don't murder anyone. The mask is for protecting your identity from the other guards and the VIPs. If someone sees your face, you're fated to die. The only reason you don't have one is because you're cooped up in here. If you were to go out, you're gonna have to wear a mask too."

"If? What do you mean "if"? You can't keep me locked up in here!"

"You won't be locked up! In fact, your mask should be coming here in a day or two. Then you can tag along with me when I show you around."

"Show me around- do you even want to escape?! Cause if you don't, I don't care! I'm getting the hell out here- with or without you!"

Jun Ho sighed. "Of course I want to get out of here, go back home. But I've been here for the past 6 months and I've tried every possible escape route there is. I just don't want you to get your hopes up only for you to breakdown when you realise there is no way out. Its easier to just... give in and follow the rules." He held up hand when you were about to protest. "However, if you decide to continue on with your plan, I will help you. All the way. Cover your tracks and keep an alibi for you." He smiled.

Weeks had passed and you had gotten closer to Jun Ho. He would often tell you about memories he had of you from his childhood, and you slowly began opening up to him, telling him about your family. He would often look sad when you talked fondly about them, and well, you kinda understood. He was sad, because he was never around to make all those memories with you.

In Ho as he had later told you, would visit you once a day for a couple of minutes, but you would always ignore him when he tried to talk to you. Just because you haven't found a way to escape yet, doesn't mean you're gonna be civilised to your kidnapper.

Today was the when you were going to show Jun Ho the jet skis you had found in one the basements. You had wanted to escape alone when you had first found them, but you stopped when you recalled how helpful Jun Ho had been all these past months, bringing you blue prints of the ship and sneaking in extra food. He even had managed to steal a knife from the kitchen, for safety and all.

"Here it is." You said before opening the door, but your heart dropped when you didn't see any jet skis."Where are they?" He asked, watching your brows furrow in confusion. "Are you sure we're in the right room-" "Yes. I- I don't understand. They were right here yesterday, for months, unused! Where'd they go?" But before Jun Ho could answer, you both heard footsteps and he ushered you to run and hide while he distracts them.

You had been running when you had found the "File Room". You went in there, hoping to find some clues or well, a weapon, but it was all just files on thousands of the players from years of games that had been hosted here.

What surprised you was finding your alleged brothers files in there too. Opening up In Ho's first, you flipped through the pages but there wasn't anything useful besides it checking out the story of how he had a brother called Jun Ho and a sister called Y/n.

You scoffed. Doesn't mean you believe him.

You then opened up Jun Ho's file, which was bigger in comparison. Probably due to him being kidnapped by In Ho and all, you imagined.

It matched In Ho's profile, showing that they were both in fact brothers, who did have a sister called Y/n. Moving on, you were about to close the file when a name caught your eye.

"Hashido & Co."

It was a private company, the same one your father worked in.

You read through the file, eyes widening the more you took the words in.

"Y/n?" You froze hearing his voice. "What are you doing here? I've been looking for you everywhere." Jun Ho said, watching you turn around slowly, worrying when he saw the tears in your eyes.

He rushed over to you, looking you up and down for injuries. "Whats wrong? Why are you crying? Who hurt you-" his words got stuck in his throat when he saw the file in your hands.

"It was you."

Jun Ho looked at you, his heart breaking at the hurt in your eyes.

"It was you." You repeated. "You were the man my dad had reported. You were the son of the owner."

"I-"

"You made sure he didn't get to work another day in his life." "No-" "What do you mean "no"? It says right fucking here!" You cried as you threw the file at him. "It also says how you got him into gambling, how you were one of the fucking loan sharks! You're the fucking reason why our lives got destroyed!"

Jun Ho shook his head, desperate to get you to calm down, to get you to believe that he didn't do the horrendous things you had read about in the file. "Y/n- I didn't-" You shook your head, nostrils flared as you backed away from him. "Dont lie! Don't fucking lie to me anymore! I've had enough of it with the two of yous bullshit!" Your tears were shattering his heart, but perhaps it was the few words you uttered next that broke him.

"I wish I was dead."

Jun Ho's breath hitched. "W-what?"

"I wish I was dead." You looked him dead in the eyes. "I wish I had died in the games you and your brother had fucking manipulated me to play. I wish I had died when my father couldn't afford to bring food to the table anymore. I wish I had died when I had to work shady jobs because my mother couldn't afford her medicine anymore. I wish I had burned myself to death as a baby. I-" you walked up to him, jabbed a finger to his chest as you spat out venom. "-I wish I had never been born. At least that way I wouldn't have to be responsible for my parent's death."

Jun Ho's mouth was agape, eyes wide as your words rung in his ears. "Don't say that- Its not, its not your fault-"

"Is it yours then? Your fault my family's dead-" "THEY'RE NOT YOUR FUCKING FAMILY! I AM!" Jun Ho cut you off by slamming you against the wall, his hands on either side of you, trapping you effectively as he pinned you down with his glare.

"I did it all to make those selfish bastards pay for taking you away from us!"

"You had no right-"

"They had no fucking right! I had set that man up so that he'd get fired! You think I'm selfish? I told him he can have his job back if he'd just admit to you that he fucking kidnapped you. But he decided not to! You think I'm such a horrible person? When he got into gambling, I told him that he can have all the money if he just told you what he fucking did and give you back to me! But that gambling asshole would rather have you starve than give you up! After that, I had decided that I was just gonna come and take you away myself, and I would've had you not decided to join the stupid game!" He punched the wall beside your head, making you jump and cower a bit. "You're lucky that it In Ho who was in charge here, or you would've been hurt in ways you cant even possibly imagine. You think I'm this monster but you don't even know how much of an egoistical bastard your so called father was. Right before I shot him and his wife, I gave them the option to admit that they had taken you away, sign the papers that would transfer your guardianship to me and In Ho, but they chose to rather die! So-" his eyes scanned your scared face, watching tears run down freely much like his own. "-who do you think is the selfish monster here?"

You both stared at each other for a few minutes, before you smiled. It confused him, but perhaps it was when you began laughing humourlessly, pain still evident behind your eyes that worried him.

Had he broken you?

"You- you idiot-" you chuckled. "-I already fucking knew. I already knew I was adopted! I knew I wasn't theirs and I still never asked them about my real family because I was happy with them. They did their best to provide for me, did what they could to keep a roof over my head and they never so much as raised their voice at me. They loved me! And you-" you shoved him away from you, making him stumble and fall on his back. "-you fucking took them away from me! You're the monster! You're the murderer, you're the one who took away everything from me! You're the one who has fucked up everything, destroyed me! You're the one who should be dead, you asshole!" You screamed before lunging at him. Jun Ho was too frozen to stop you from pulling out the knife from his coat pocket.

He just watched in horror as you raised the knife at him, but it wasn't death that scared him in that moment, it was the fact that he was going to see your face full of hatred and disdain.

"I hate you." The words were more painful than the knife will ever be.

Jun Ho closed his eyes, trying to imagine his last memory of you and his brother laughing together, when you were kids- when everything was okay. But his eyes snapped open when he heard a loud shot.

You were gasping for air as the blood trickled out of you, eyes focused on the man standing at the door with the gun.

In Ho walked towards you two, watching as you fell back, your other brother being quick to grab you so that you don't crack your skull open.

"In Ho! W-what did you do?!" He cried as he held you, your eyes shifting from one brother to another as you tried to process what just happened.

In Ho bent down as he moved your head to the side to examine your wound. "Hush now. The bullet hit her shoulder. Bring her to the infirmary, she's going to be alright."

When you woke up, you were lying in the same room you had initially woken up in. An IV was attached to you, probably pumping morphine to numb the pain in your shoulder while the monitor beeped beside you. Jun Ho was holding your hand while his head rested on your bed, tear stains still visible on his cheeks.

Wolf in sheep's clothing.

"How are you feeling?" Your eyes flicked to the other side, where In Ho sat in a chair comfortably.

You remained silent, your eyes conveying enough hostility to give him the hint.

"Ah. Sorry about that." He nodded towards your injured shoulder. "I had to do that. Can't have you killing my brother, now can I?"

"Should've shot me in the head."

In Ho tutted. "Stop with the "dying wishes". Its not funny anymore, and you're starting to worry Jun Ho. Had a hard time already convincing him that you don't hate us."

"I do-"

"Well, then you'll simply learn to love us. Accept us just like you had accepted your kidnappers. You know, now that I think about it-" In Ho stood up and brushed the hair out of your face. "-we aren't so different from them. They kidnapped you, so did we. They lied to you, so we also hid some truth here and there- honestly, feel like we're much better than them. So... if you could learn to love them, then you'll love us too. After all, we're blood."

You would've answered, but the meds were kicking in and lulling you back to sleep,

You felt a pair of lips on your forehead before you dozed off.

"Sleep well, baby sis."

Its 4am.

[fr-ogii]

jealous!yandere!frontman + jealous!yandere!square guard (poly)

x gn!reader; poc friendly

masterlist

a continuation of :: this post

⚠️ :: like two swears

⇢ it’s absolutely hilarious to your yanderes that someone would dare look at you like that

⇢ you obviously weren’t single. i mean, in what world would someone as beautiful (inside and out) as yourself be single ever? it was preposterous.

⇢ and yet, people were still flirting with and eye-fucking you left and right. your yanderes had begun to regret bringing you here. they had figured bringing you to this party would be another chance to show you off but they were quickly proven wrong.

⇢ the vips may have a lot of money but the same certainly couldn’t be said about their brains. they were dumber than one could ever imagine. messing with a yandere’s darling was bad enough, but messing with the darling of two yanderes was downright deadly.

⇢ among the almost thirty vips (vips were only allowed to watch one of the squid games a year) were the higher ups that worked to make the games run smoothly. the vips provided the money but not much else.

⇢ the front man you would call your lover was with them as the organizer of the game and monitor of the contestants and guards.

⇢ the square guards, among which was your lovely boyfriend, were also there as the highest up of the guards.

⇢ and neither of them had yet to leave your side tonight. they were glued to you, terrified one of the idiot vips would try something with you.

⇢ the frontman and square guard were no longer competing with each other for your affection, they were now competing with at least a hundred other people in the room. it doesn’t matter how many times you say that they are the only ones you want, they’ll still be wary and pull you close to their side.

⇢ they may not notice it, but they’ve attracted even more attention to you; acting as odd as they are now. yanderes are so ridiculous sometimes all the time.

[p1nkey3]

making the salesman and frontman hate each other, doesn’t make you different.

they have to interact w/ each other by force,

rather they like it or not.

there’s a low chance they’d argue with each other;

considering hwang inho has control of his temper,

the salesman is still working on his. (maybe)

and the frontman MAY fight over someone he loves,

but I don’t think the reader would just sit still and look pretty.

the reader needs to learn how to defend themselves ong.

[frontmansbitch]

Do u write smut cause if you do i have an request can you please write this so yk when the frontman in ep 1 hes chilling and just drinking whiskey so imagine if the reader is riding his cock while he degrades reader

Red Light, Green Light (Front Man x Reader)

♡ Synopsis || Reader got a special invite to watch the ‘Red Light, Green Light’ game with the Front Man alone, until things take a more alluring turn..

♡ Content warnings || Superior + subordinate relationship (consensual), bulging, kissing, grinding, riding, over-stimulation, dom + sub, some degrading and humiliation, slight mentions of death and violence

♡ Author’s note || ajdkajjweofj sorry for the late answer, I am really bad at writing and idk how this stuff works. The same applies to all my other requests, but please keep them coming ;( I was intending this to be some hardcore porn, but it turned out a bit too soft and fluffy oops. Hope I didn’t write him too OOC. Regardless of my incapability to write, I still wish to fulfil and meet your expectations, so hope you enjoy!

+ The Reader does not have a specified gender or sex in this! They can be whatever you want them to be. And the position of the Reader in relation to the Front Man is not specified either, he is just a superior to them. They can be whatever you want them to be, a pink soldier, a normal person, you name it!

The difference on this floor was noticeable. No one else was here, which makes sense as this was the leader’s floor. The Front Man specifically asked only you to be here to watch the first game with him. It was a strange request, but you didn’t have a say in this. After navigating your way around the hallway, you find the room. The TV was turned on and he was already waiting for you inside, occupying the only chair in sight.

“You’re late,” he called out. “The game is about to begin. Take a seat.” You use this opportunity to look around. It was quite a sophisticated room, you expected no less. You watch him pour whiskey into the two empty glasses beside him. It was then when you realised you could see the back of his head rather than his hoodie. Does he have his mask off? Is he trusting you to see his face?

Without making eye contact, resisting the temptation to look at his face, you take a seat on the ground. “You can take your mask off, nobody else is expected to be here,” he said.

“Thank you, sir.” Guess your loyalty paid out. Even though hiding your identity here was reasonable, it was hard breathing in this thing. Taking your mask off, you try to sit in a comfortable position without destroying your surroundings. There wasn’t any other chair in this room, and you wouldn’t want to ruin his furniture anyway. The game had begun and one player already got eliminated. The death was quick but brutal, and frankly quite depressing, but you knew what you signed up for. You couldn’t let the games affect you personally.

“Come closer,” the Front Man suddenly said. “You cannot see anything from down there.” Listening to his orders, you walk closer to him, until you can almost see his face.

“Where would you like me to sit, sir?”

“Here,” he responds. You weren’t quite sure what he meant until you realised the empty space in between his thighs. No, he couldn’t mean that, get your head out of the gutter.

“Is there a problem?” he asked. His eyes locked right into yours, and for the first time, you saw his face. He was gorgeous. He was way more than anything you imagined. Without making him wait longer, you take a deep breath and rest in between his legs. So… comfortable. The screaming and gunshots on the TV were getting louder, but you could barely pay attention to what was going on. The Front Man turned on some slow jazz music as the deaths intensified. Fly me to the moon... a classic. You could feel the Front Man’s glaze on you, observing you instead of the TV. You could barely keep yourself tamed with all this, but you knew you had to control yourself in order to not humiliate yourself. It was almost as if he was trying to see you get all riled up. Wait… Fuck.

You felt something poke below your waist. Oh god… Now you were getting restless, this is just what he wanted. Taking a bigger breath, you try to hold yourself together, but was it the right thing to do? Was he testing you, or implying something? What is he even testing? The thoughts scattered in your brain stopped for a brief moment as you felt his arm wrap around your body, pulling you closer.

You turn to look at his face in a way as if you were asking for permission. He grabs your face and pulls you into a kiss. He holds you by your waist and interlocks your fingers in his own as you spread your legs over his thighs, not breaking his face from yours. Heat built up in your face, the passion spreading down from his mouth down into your body, spiking straight into your heart. Your body began to grow impatient and started grinding on this crotch at a rhythmic speed. You are all I long for, all I worship and adore...

His hand slipped under your top and grabbed your chest, trying to tear off everything. “Needy bitch,” he said after huffing into your face. He started taking off his own cloak as you took off your top. Gunshots played in the background periodically, you couldn’t give a shit about those anymore. Sweat built up on your forehead. You couldn’t wait any longer. You grab down onto his dark pants, but he quickly grabs your wrist.

“Red light,” he suddenly said. Oh shit, you forgot about your obedience, but is he really doing this right now? “Show me how useful you are, then you can deserve it.”

“Yes sir,” you reply.

“Green light,” he says. You continue to drag your body on his groin, making sure he felt every bit of it. He looked at you attentively, puffing from the tension. He takes everything off below your midriff, leaving you completely empty naked from your waist down.

“Look at you down there in your fuckhole, all sticky and disgusting. You are going to ruin my clothes,” he says. He pulls down his pants slightly, exposing his massive boner already glazed with precum. He unexpectedly sticks a finger into your entrance, making you moan from the impact. “Red light.” He cuts you off. Now he was the one pumping you up, and you could do nothing but cuff your hands onto your mouth. He slowly positions you and slips in the tip of his dick into you.

You take a big gulp and look at the man holding you up in approval. He slides in his length a little more into you. “Aah-” you cry out, not being able to contain your anticipation.

“Filthy slut,” he muttered. “Already all riled up over nothing.” He pushes you down deeper, making you grab onto his shoulders. Your insides stretched out, making room for him. Slowly, he makes you sink down until you took on his entire length. Yor moans cried out of your throat, tears trying to push out of your eyes. After resting to adjust, you slowly look him in the eyes, allowing him to continue.

Your interiors quivered as he bounced you on him. Right as you could keep up with his pace, you wrap your arms around him, picking up the speed, forgetting to wait your turn.

“So impatient, I expected better from a whore like you,” he said disappointedly. Despite his cold remark, he wrapped his arms warmly around your waist. “Green light,” he finally says, letting you go at your own tempo. Your body raced on him through your burning passion, letting out everything you have kept inside for the past long weeks. The force of each impact shook you, but you pulled all your muscles together and forced yourself to recover with all your energy. You swayed your hips in motion, hearing him grunt at each collision. After a long moment of you recoiling yourself in and out of him, he moves his hands down on your thighs. “Red light,” he says, taking the action now.

He pounded inside of you, thrusting his hips deep inside. You were nothing more than a servant to him. He used you as his own cock sleeve, shoving himself in and out of you. There was nothing you could do to control yourself anymore. “I’m-” you try to warn, but it was too late. You fling your head back from the excitement and let yourself cry out, while still craving more. Your insides started to hurt as his throbbing shaft still kept moving. You wondered how he was still going, but you really did not want him to stop. He continued to penetrate into your passage as he picked up momentum. After a long period of him using your heavy body as a fleshlight, he pushes you down on him as he exclaims, stuffing you with his love. His cum filled you up, as you dropped your body weight down onto him.

Your body is collapsed onto him, resting on his lean body, panting on each other’s necks. He slightly pecks on your scruff, making small marks as he went. After catching his breath, he lifts you up and rests you onto the chair sprawled out.

“You can relax out here as long as you need,” he says as he slowly puts his clothes back on.

“What about you?” you asked at his sudden departure.

“I need to make sure everything is still in place,” he responds. Right, he was the Front Man here after all. He slowly walks over to you and brushes your head off your forehead.

“Promise you won’t take too long?” you say, for once breaking your obedience with curiosity. He kisses your brow.

“I won’t,” he whispers towards you. Putting his mask back on, he walks out of the room, closing the door. After gaining your consciousness back, you sit up and grab your glass of whiskey. You take a large sip as you use the remote to turn the music up, waiting for a long night.

[squidgameheadcanons]

Imagine reader wins the game and when the 1 year skip happens she enters back in imagine the guard on the phone is just like “oh shit pretty lady’s coming back better tell the guys” or the guard could keep the info to himself and waits till reader gets there imagine the chaos between the guards.

The twist is there is more guards now miss gurl gonna be in trouble when they get there.

[ultimatedoodler]

I wanna show Frontman!Dabi some gratitude 💕👅💦

This concept here [x] by @sunnyfunerals is making me nuuuuts! sooo hot! Highly recommend reading and please head warnings as always!  He’s cold merciless and im so 🤤 for this stapled scumbag

[leia-writes]

Hi! iread These Violent Delights

Have Violent Ends and i loved it sooo much! Can i request a femreader smut with the front man character? i don't have any plot ideas, it's up to you !

of course! I decided to take an enemies to lovers route with this one, I really enjoyed writing it. thank you!!

Kiss With A Fist

hwang in-ho | front man x reader

ao3 link

masterlist

song inspiration: kiss with a fist by florence + the machine

warnings: SMUT - 18+ ONLY

“Do we really have to do this now?”

You stood in the elevator with In-ho, making your way to one of the several storage rooms on site. It was almost midnight and you just wanted to go to sleep. The next round of games were about to start, and you’d mistakenly misplaced some critical information on some of the players. You suspected a guard moved the files to one of the storage rooms, but with the amount of information the organization kept, finding it might take a while.

In-ho scoffed next to you. “Yes. And you’re lucky I’m going with you to help look for it.”

You rolled your eyes. “I just don’t see why this can’t get done tomorrow. It’s late.”

“If you hadn’t been so careless, we wouldn’t have to do this in the first place.”

“Why does everything have to be on paper anyways? Everything should be digital now. There’s no reason for us to have all this paper.” You knew you made a mistake, but having to go through all of this was too much.

He sighed sharply. “Would you stop complaining?”

Before you could respond, the elevator door opened, and you started searching for the missing files. It was beyond annoying having to search through everything when it could be so much simpler if everything was digital. You spent almost an hour searching before In-ho approached you and pushed the files into your chest, shoving you backwards a bit.

“Here. Now put them where they belong. And don’t fuck up again.”

He walked away, and you stood there angrily. He was so fucking irritating. You knew he probably relished in seeing you make a mistake. You’d worked with him almost a year now, and from the very beginning the two of you never got along. He clearly felt threatened by your presence, having worked alone before you came along. Anytime you contributed, he treated you like a nuisance.

But that never discouraged you. Like In-ho, you’d won a round of the Squid Games yourself, so dealing with him was nothing. You had no problem giving him the same treatment he’d given you. The problem was, you worked together every single day, almost all of your time spent side by side. Being around someone who constantly tried to undermine you was a daily challenge.

You shook off your anger and put the files away before going to bed. You and In-ho had a shared living space, with separate rooms. There was no escaping him, so you tried your best to let it go. Of course, things didn’t always work out that way.

~~~

A few days later, the Squid Games began, and everything seemed to go by without any problems. Even after the players had voted to leave, a good amount decided to come back. It wasn’t until you noticed In-ho acting strange that you realized something was going on.

He’d been acting particularly stressed and distant, constantly running off to go do some unknown task. You knew the games added another level of stress to your job, but his behavior wasn’t normal. Anytime you tried to question him, he’d give you the usual cold shoulder or rude demeanor.

He was away yet again when you heard the guards speaking over the radio. A guard had gone missing? What the hell was he up to? You immediately made your way to the VIP escape area, where In-ho was kneeling next to a guard.

“What the hell is going on?”

He stood and turned around, his fingers bloody, holding a bullet. His mask was on, but you could tell he was annoyed to see you. “It’s being handled.”

“Clearly it isn’t.” You gestured towards the guard, dead on the ground.

He threw the bullet to the side. “Go check the rooms.” He walked past you, leaving before you could say anything else. He always got like that when he made a mistake, not wanting to give you the benefit of seeing him fail.

You made your way to the guard dorms, quickly discovering a guard was missing. Instead of looking for the guard himself, though, In-ho instructed the guards to search for him, leaving the two of you to oversee the next game. The VIPs would arrive soon after, and you’d both have to tend to them immediately.

As you watched the players in the control room, standing next to In-ho, you turned to him. “Why don’t you tell me what the hell is happening?”

“It’s none of your concern,” he said coldly, facing forward.

“A guard was killed. Of course it’s my fucking concern.”

“I told you I’m handling it.”

You scoffed, turning away. “You better hope it gets handled before the VIPs arrive.”

In-ho shifted uncomfortably, his hands tightening into fists. You could tell he had more to say, but kept it in and stayed silent. You smirked under your mask as you continued to observe the game.

Once the game was over, you decided to join the guards searching for the intruder outside, rather than do nothing with In-ho. He seemed to be too caught up in his own thoughts to notice you leave anyways. You walked the shoreline, looking for any sign, when the guards found the body.

They called In-ho on the radio, who quickly showed up afterwards. As In-ho approached the body, you couldn’t help yourself from rubbing it in a bit. 

“You seem to be handling it just fine, huh?”

He slowly turned to you, and you could tell he was seething under the mask. 

“Watch it.”

You chuckled, and handed him the wallet you found on the body. “Looks like we’re dealing with the police now.”

In-ho observed the ID, and let out a long, deep sigh. Clearly this was troubling for him.

“This is a much bigger issue now, you know that ri-”

“Would you just shut the fuck up for one minute?” In-ho interrupted, tension clear in his voice. He threw the wallet to the ground and turned away, hands on his hips. He was clearly battling with something you knew nothing about. For a moment, your curiosity outweighed your annoyance.

You took a moment to wonder what exactly he was going through, and why he was so upset. Normally he didn’t let your words get under his skin so much, so why was he so reactive to them now?

Before you could think further, you were both pinged on your radios. The VIPs arrived, and you both would have to tend to them for a while. In-ho directed the guards to burn the body and the two of you met with the VIPs.

You greeted the VIPs and prepared for the next game. During the glass bridge game, you stood with In-ho at the control desk, but your mind was anywhere but the game. In-ho seemed distracted as well, constantly checking his radio to make sure it was working. It was incredibly boring, and knowing the intruder was still out there, with the VIPs around, made you on edge.

“I’m going to go search with them. There’s no reason I need to be here too.”

“No. You’re staying.”

You rolled your eyes, under the mask, and ignored him. “I’ll let you know what we find.”

You turned to walk away, but In-ho roughly grabbed your arm. You looked at his hand indignantly before looking at him.

“Let go of me.”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

You could’ve sworn you heard him chuckle darkly under his mask. 

“I’m not telling you. I’m making you.” He pulled you back in front of the controls, closer to him, his grip on your arm becoming impossibly tight. The sudden proximity made you uncomfortable, an unexplainable feeling starting to form inside you.

He leaned towards you, whispering. “Don’t fucking move.”

He shoved you, letting go of your arm. You could feel some of the VIPs watching you, and you knew better than to make a scene now. In-ho promptly walked away, forcing you to be the one to stay and oversee the game. The lingering pain from his grip on your arm just added to your frustration.

How dare he think he can treat you like that? The more you thought about it, the more upset it made you. He had no right to put his hands on you like that. You cursed yourself for wavering when he pulled you close to him. The strange feeling from before started to come back, but you quickly pushed it away.

Once the game was over, you returned to your shared living space. Whatever In-ho had to deal with, you decided he would deal with it alone. If he wanted you out of the way, that was fine. It wasn’t your responsibility anyways. With how chaotic everything had been, you deserved a break.

After a while, you heard In-ho exit the elevator. You expected him to give you an update, but he went straight to the bathroom. A few minutes passed and you heard him groaning, before hearing the sound of metal falling to the ground. What the hell? 

You walked to the bathroom door, softly knocking. “Where’s the intruder?”

You heard In-ho sigh out of frustration. “Taken care of.”

“Is he dead?”

“Yes.”

“Where’s the body?”

In-ho yelled out of frustration, and unbeknownst to you, pain. “I fucking took care of it, he’s at the bottom of the ocean now, are you happy?”

You paused for a moment. “Why didn’t you incinerate the body? That’s protocol.”

In-ho suddenly opened the door, anger written all over his face. You quickly noticed the wound he was holding a towel to. 

“What the fuck happened?”

“Why do you have to be so fucking nosy? I told you it was taken care of.” He grimaced in pain and went to shut the door, but you blocked it.

“What happened?”

In-ho sighed, clearly worn down. He walked back to the sink and threw the towel down before preparing to stitch his wound. You noticed a bullet in the sink.

“He shot me. I shot him back. It’s over now.”

Something felt off to you. There was no way In-ho would let the intruder shoot him before killing him himself. 

“You didn’t answer my question. Why didn’t you take care of the body?”

In-ho shut his eyes in frustration for a moment, but continued to focus on stitching his wound. “I told you, he’s dead in the ocean now.”

“But his body could show up somewhere.”

He huffed in pain, ignoring you.

You stayed silent for a moment, deciding not to bother him while he was stitching himself. As you stewed in your thoughts, it all seemed more and more strange to you. When he was finished, he turned to you, annoyed.

“What do you want?”

“I want to know why you left the body.”

He turned away, cleaning himself up and ignoring you again.

You rolled your eyes. “Are you sure he’s even dead?”

He looked down, letting out a deep breath, and in the mirror you could see rage on his face. His fists were clenched, his body shaking. He stayed silent again.

“Why won’t you tell me what the fuck is going on?!”

In an instant, In-ho punched forward on the mirror, shattering it to pieces, screaming. The sudden sound made you jump back. He turned to you, his hand bloody.

He looked you right in the eyes, shaking in fierce anger. “I don’t have to tell you shit.”

You stared at him for a few moments, anger brewing inside of you as well. He acted violent, but you weren’t scared. “Then don’t endanger all of us with your careless behavior.”

“Careless?” he said, his voice shaking. He turned away and leaned forward on the counter, grimacing. He took in a shaky breath, and let out a sob through gritted teeth.

He started to cry. He was crying.

That caught you off guard. You’d never seen anything close to this kind of emotion coming from him. For a moment, your anger subsided, and you felt… concern.

Why did you even care? You despised this man. But… the way he was breaking down in front of you, it was so bizarre. You knew something significant had to have happened.

“In-ho, just… just tell me what happened.”

He looked at you again, and you could tell inside he was truly falling apart. He looked deranged. “What happened? I’ll tell you what happened… That intruder, he…” he paused, his face contorting in pain, “he… he was my brother.”

His… brother? You stood there in shock, not sure how to react. You were mortified.

In-ho laughed wildly, his emotions out of control. “And you want to know why I didn’t burn his body? I already shot him, isn’t that enough?”

He stepped closer to you as you stayed speechless.

“Isn’t it enough that I had to shoot him? Isn’t that all we’re good for now? Shooting and killing people?”

You were absolutely stunned. You never expected this, and you weren’t sure what to do. You wished you had never asked anything at all. 

“In-ho, I’m… I’m sor-”

He cut you off by grabbing your throat with his hand, pushing you on the wall behind you. His fingers, bloody from punching the mirror, gripped your throat harshly.

“Maybe I should start with you, huh? Then you would finally shut the fuck up.”

Your mouth was wide open, desperate to breathe, as he choked you. His face was inches from yours, and the sight of you struggling against him just encouraged him further. He dug his fingers into your skin, tightening his grip on your throat. 

You brought your hands to his arm to try and pry him off of you to no avail. You kicked his legs, tried everything you could, but his strength was too much. His anger was too much. No matter what you did, he wouldn’t let go of you.

Tears started to fall from your eyes and you were pleading for relief. You had never been scared of him like you were in that moment. You knew he was temperamental, you knew he had issues, but you never expected him to take it out on you like that. In that moment, what truly scared you was the possibility he would kill you right then and there.

You started seeing spots in your vision, and your strength was faltering. Your harsh punches were turning into soft shoves. You felt yourself slowly starting to pass out. At what felt like the very last moment, In-ho grimaced, and threw you to the ground. You gasped for air, coughing and holding your throat gently.

“Get the fuck out of my sight.”

He went back to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. You stayed on the ground for a moment, trying to compose yourself. He really almost killed you then. You were beyond upset, you were disturbed. What kind of fucked up place had you found yourself in? You found yourself questioning every decision you made that led up to this moment, regretting the day you decided to work with In-ho.

But it didn’t matter. None of that meant anything when it was In-ho who took his problems out on you. You at least had some solace there, knowing it wasn’t your fault, but it made you even angrier. It wasn’t your fault his brother found his way here. It wasn’t your fault he had to kill his own brother. 

But, somewhere deep inside your mind, you honestly felt bad for him. If you had done the same, you knew you’d go mad just like he did. Why did he just have to deal with things so poorly?

You groaned in frustration. “Fuck!”

You quickly stood up and went to your room, getting ready to sleep. Your mind was whirling with thoughts, and as time went on nothing was making sense to you. Hopefully, after a night’s sleep and once the games are over, you’ll have a moment to think clearly.

~~~

The next evening, you were riding in the limo with In-ho, sitting next to him. The two of you had managed to set aside your emotions enough to not fight in front of anyone, but they were brewing inside you intensely. After you dropped off the winner, you made your way to the island, dreading the long drive back.

You took off your mask and threw it to the side, leaning forward to pour yourself more champagne. In-ho, his mask off, eyed you with disdain. You could tell from the corner of your eye. You rolled your eyes and drank the glass in one sitting. He had no right to act this way towards you. There was nothing wrong with questioning him. 

He scoffed, drinking as well.

You eyed him. “What?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to. I can see it on your face.”

“So you can’t control yourself if someone merely looks at you?”

You looked at him, offended. “Don’t talk to me about control. I merely rolled my eyes and you’re upset.”

“I’m just sick of working with a brat like you.”

You laughed. “What exactly did I do that was so wrong? You would’ve questioned me just the same last night, if not worse.”

In-ho stayed silent, jaw clenched, looking away.

“I didn’t know it was your brother,” you said softly.

That really set him off. He drank the rest of the champagne in his glass and forcefully threw it forward, the glass shattering at the front of the limo. You turned to him, initially shocked but not surprised. Before you could react, he grabbed your throat again. Though he wasn’t as forceful as before, the bruises made it painful still.

“Don’t make me finish what I started last night.”

Anger was stewing inside of you, but you laughed. “We both know you won’t.”

He glared and gripped your throat harder, though still not like before. You swiftly slapped him square in the cheek, redness appearing almost instantly.

“Stop acting like you can control me,” you sneered.

He pushed you to the back of your seat, practically hovering over you at this point, his face dangerously close to yours. He raised his hand, as if he was going to slap you, but lowered it.

“What, too scared to hit me?” You knew you were provoking him, but it was too good to pass up.

He raised his hand again, but instead of hitting you, he covered your mouth.

“Just. shut. up. For once.”

You brought your arm to his, trying to force his hand off your mouth, but he just leaned into you harder. You glared at him since you were unable to speak. Both of you were staring into each other’s eyes so intensely, you felt like you could feel everything he felt in that moment. All of the anger, pain, frustration, and the tension between you two. It was all becoming so palpable. 

You scanned his face, noticing all the little features you never noticed before. You felt that same unfamiliar feeling start to overwhelm you, just like when he pulled you close to him in front of the VIPs. It frustrated you to no end. You felt helpless. 

After a few moments, In-ho slowly lowered his hand, his eyes fixating on your lips. You squirmed under his gaze, feeling frustrated and… desperate, but you weren’t sure for what. 

Suddenly, In-ho leaned forward, and kissed you.

His kiss was just as strong as his hands, his lips crushing yours with intense force. For a moment, you were unable to think or move. Was he really doing this? Was this really happening?

The desperate feeling from before just blossomed into something much more, something like… desire.

Did you really want him? Like this?

He leaned back, lips separating from yours. You almost whined at the loss of contact. What the fuck was wrong with you? You looked at him, shock and confusion on your face.

In-ho smirked. “That seems to shut you up.”

That sent you over the edge. You grabbed his face and pushed him back in his seat, kissing him fiercely again. You wouldn’t let him take control that easily.

You sat on his lap and started grinding on him, making any attempt to take down his defenses. He groaned into your mouth as you kissed over and over, both of you trying to be more forceful than the other. You brought both your hands to his throat, digging your fingers into his skin as you continued to kiss him. You wanted him to feel exactly what he did to you. That feeling of power fed the fire of your desire even more.

He grabbed your sides and pushed you on your back onto the seat, hovering over you. The force of falling down caused you to yelp and remove your hands from him. In-ho took the opportunity and grabbed both of your arms, pinning them above your head.

You wanted to feel frustrated, but he started to kiss and bite your neck, and you couldn’t help yourself from moaning. Fuck. You felt embarrassed but just couldn’t be bothered to care too much. You struggled under his hold, and he chuckled into your neck.

“Who knew you’d be so desperate for me?”

You blushed, flustered knowing he was relishing in having this power over you. He let your hands go to unzip your coat, immediately grasping one of your breasts, returning his mouth to your neck. You moaned before pushing him off of you, onto the floor next to you. You turned over and straddled him again, smirking.

“Don’t act like you weren’t the one to kiss me first.”

You shrugged off your coat before unzipping his. In-ho leaned forward to take it off and pull you in for another rough kiss. You grinded down on him again, feeling his erection under his pants, moaning into his mouth. You pulled his shirt off and his hands went to your sides to pull yours off. 

At this point, you didn’t care how you got it, you just needed him. You needed to take everything from him just like he wanted with you. You could feel yourself getting wetter as you continued grinding on him. His hands went to your hips to push you down harder, guiding your movements. He just had to have control, didn’t he?

You grasped his jaw, pushing him away from you harshly. 

“Fuck me. Now.”

He huffed and lifted you back on the seat, unzipping his pants. You unzipped yours and pulled them off along with your underwear, taking your bra off and leaving yourself bare in front of him. Suddenly, you felt vulnerable in front of him, which annoyed you.

As he took off his pants, you watched his cock spring out, your desperation growing even more. You shoved him back onto the seat, going to straddle him before he shoved you back. 

“I don’t think so.”

He turned you around, your knees resting on the edge of the seat as he lined his hips with yours behind you. He held your neck from behind, hovering over you and shoving your face onto the top of the seat cushions. He lined his cock with your entrance, immediately feeling how wet you were. You groaned, wiggling your hips, desperate for any sort of control you could get.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, did I do this to you?”

You groaned out of frustration, knowing he was just trying to get a reaction out of you. 

“Just hurry up.”

He leaned forward, slowly pushing his cock into you. You let out a long moan together as he completely filled you, staying still for a brief moment before he started pounding into you relentlessly.

The sudden pleasure made your mind go blank. All you could focus on was the feeling of him fucking you and how fucking good it felt. You moaned nonstop now, not even caring what you sounded like. You didn’t care if it meant he thought he had complete control over you now. All that mattered was you were getting what you wanted and he was giving it to you.

You could tell In-ho was losing himself as well, groaning and grunting as he thrust into you roughly. He grabbed your ass with one hand and smacked it, causing you to yelp. The sudden sting just added to your pleasure. You clenched around his cock and he leaned forward, groaning into your neck.

The more he fucked you, the more you could feel all of your defenses coming down. You couldn’t even remember why you were so upset with him before. All of the anger you’d felt had completely dissipated into desire. As you thought about it more, you realized… maybe you never hated him to begin with.

Yes, he was annoying, and stubborn, and irritating, but he was also the one person who could understand you the best. The one person you knew who had been through the same thing as you. You fought every day, but at least that meant you cared. It meant you longed for something better. If you didn’t care at all, he wouldn’t get under your skin so easily.

You did care. A lot. And you longed for so much more… you longed for him.

In-ho could sense the shift in your demeanor and slowed down, gently holding on to your shoulders. You turned around and looked him in the eyes, your features soft now instead of the fierce looks you’d given before. You were almost… pleading for him. He could tell you weren’t angry anymore. In an instant, you felt the most vulnerable you ever had.

His face softened, as if he knew exactly what you were thinking at that moment. He reached forward to gently cup your face, rubbing his thumb on your cheek. You looked at his lips briefly, silently begging for them.

He stilled inside of you and leaned forward to kiss you gently. You moaned softly and brought a hand to his face. You knew at that moment you wanted him, just him. No ulterior motives, no fights for dominance, no revenge to be had anymore. You broke from the kiss, feeling overwhelmed at your shift in energy. He looked at you concerned, holding you as if you’d break in his hands. He was being so gentle, so caring, it made your heart swell, and you started to cry.

He immediately grabbed your shoulders and brought you close to him, sitting down in the seat and bringing you to his lap. You faced him and sank down on his cock, moaning and continuing to cry. It was all so overwhelming, the rush of emotion with the pleasure you were feeling. In-ho held your face, wiping your tears as they fell.

“What’s wrong?” He looked at you with such concern it made you cry even more. You couldn’t even get any words out, you just continued to ride him and pulled him close, resting your head near his neck.

He wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on yours, confused but overwhelmed just as much as you were. The moment you laid bare before him, he felt a shift in his emotions as well. Maybe all the conflict the two of you had was meant to lead to this moment, maybe all the frustration he felt about you was really a deep longing. 

After losing his brother, he was sure he had no one left. When he saw your face drop when he told you he killed him, he’d never admit it but it broke his heart even more. Not because you were afraid of him, not because you despised him. But because he could tell you cared. It was so much easier to push you away, to get upset at you, rather than face his feelings and be vulnerable. He’d already lost so much.

He brought your face to his and kissed you deeply. You kept crying and it destroyed him inside. “I’m sorry,” his voice breaking, “I’m sorry.”

You paused, taken aback. “No, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Shh, it’s okay. Stop crying, darling. It’s okay.”

That made you cry even more. Fuck, you were so far gone now. You couldn’t imagine how you spent all this time together without realizing how much you actually cared for him.

He rested your forehead on his. “Just focus on me. You’re okay. You’re doing so well.”

Your heart fluttered wildly at his words, and you couldn’t believe that just a while ago you were at each other’s throats. His hands rested on your hips as you rode him, your emotions starting to calm down. You felt pleasure rise again in your core.

In-ho kissed your neck. “Yes, that’s it. Just like that. So fucking good.”

You whined against him, his praises encouraging you further. You started riding him faster and he groaned beneath you. He shifted his hips and began to thrust upwards into you.

You moaned and met his thrusts, the force of his pounding setting your body on fire. You kissed him roughly.

“You feel so good inside me.”

He kissed you again, encouraged by your words as well, thrusting into you harder. You wanted to show him how good you felt. You wanted to express your desire for him physically just like you had done so to express your anger and frustration earlier. 

You felt tension starting to form in your core, begging for release. “You’re gonna make me cum fucking me like this,” you whispered into his ear.

You clenched on his cock and he groaned loudly beneath you. He grabbed your hair and pulled you in for a kiss roughly before turning you over on your back, your hips on the edge of the seat. He thrust into you again and looked at your body up and down.

“You’re gonna make me cum looking like this.”

You mewled beneath him and pulled him close, wanting as much of him as you could get. He kissed your neck where he had left marks before. The new angle of his thrusts sent waves of pleasure over your body, and you knew you were close.

“In-ho.” You pulled his face in front of yours. “I need you.”

His eyebrows furrowed and he moaned, almost whimpering. It almost looked like he was about to cry, and your heart broke for him… is this how he felt for you when you cried? 

You held his face gently. “I need you. I need you so fucking much. I’ve always needed you.”

He cried out, and you could tell he was close too. He rested his head on your shoulder, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

“No. I need you.”

The intensity of his words almost sent you over the edge. You held him close, grabbing his shoulders desperately. 

“In-ho, please… please cum inside me.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore, and came intensely as he fucked you. You cried out, holding on to him as you let the pleasure fully take over, your body shuddering beneath him. In-ho groaned loudly and came, releasing loads of his cum inside of you. The feeling of being filled by him just added to your pleasure. He slowly thrust into you, both of you riding out your high as long as possible.

He pulled out of you and he looked down, noticing his cum leak out of you. You whined at the empty feeling. As you calmed down, you worried what this might mean for you. What if In-ho was just caught up in the moment? Did he really want you like this?

He sat down next to you, catching his breath. For a moment, you felt awkward. You were just sitting there, naked and silent. Before you could think further, he pulled you close to him again, sitting in his lap. He wrapped his arms around you and guided your head to his shoulders.

After a few moments, he whispered, “Are you okay?”

You sighed, relieved, and nodded into his neck. The fact he was considering you in this moment reassured you he still wanted you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“Stop saying that. You have nothing to be sorry about.”

You sighed, pouting.

He softly chuckled. “Who knew you could be so nice?”

You scoffed playfully. “I could say the same for you.”

You looked up and noticed him smiling, realizing you’d never seen him smile before. Your heart swelled at the sight. How could the two of you have gone this long without realizing how much you actually cared for each other? 

What about all the horrible things you did to each other?

As if he was reading your mind, he held you tighter, and whispered, “I’m sorry for everything.”

You sighed. “Me too.”

“Do you need anything?” he asked, as he gently rubbed your hair. He loved taking in all the little things about you, all the things he missed out on all this time.

“No. Just you.”

“Good. You have me.”

[guard139]

❦ 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐬 ❦

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: gihun, sangwoo, the salesman, the frontman. daughter!reader.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: this work basically contains headcanons of the characters’ relationship with their daughter.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: incest, slight yandere themes, dub-con, mentions of alcohol, spanking, oral sex (fem receiving), degradation, use of babygirl. reader is of age.

𝐀/𝐍: this work contains dark content. people over 21 are welcome to interact. minors and ageless/empty blogs will be blocked. if you don’t like it, don’t read it. please, read the rules before interacting and stay safe!

GIHUN

As your father, Gihun is very protective to the point he might seem a little possessive. It's just that he doesn't wanna lose you. He often expresses his concerns about you hanging out with friends and it only gets worse when there are male friends in the group. Good luck trying to tell him you're already of age; he will just tell you that he's your father and has the final saying. 

That being said, it's often implied that he is the only man you need in your life. He tries so hard to be your everything, even working late night hours to pay for your studies or whatever is going on in your life — he is not very good at keeping track anyways, but he means it when he says he will do anything for you. 

Gihun is the one to take the first step. Because of the past, he often chases alcohol to help ease the emotional pain. Sometimes, you are not in the mood to deal with his vices so you protect yourself from it. 

The more he tries to pull you in, even accusing you of leaving him for your male friends, the more you scream at him because of mother. You know better than to bring her up in heated arguments, but sometimes you are so done with everything that you get careless around others. Mentions of your mother always stirs up something inside father, that way, he ends up telling you to shut up when you hold it against him — but since he is so damn disrespectful, you don't.

So, the only way he finds to shut you up during the heated argument and crude sentiments is by pressing his lips against yours. He was so wasted you could've pushed him off with ease. However, it was your first kiss in ages and you didn't really want it to end. Despite the sour taste of alcohol in his tongue, you felt truly loved as his body caged yours and his arms kept you still. After he pulls away, you brush it off as an emotional baggage you didn't want to go through. Probably Gihun had repressed many feelings over the years and it all came back at once, resulting in this.

He brings up the matter eventually and apologizes for his behavior. He might even promise to stay away from alcohol and you know, however, that all of the unspoken secrets will drag him down once again. Except that now you make an effort to be there for your father. 

He doesn't shy away when you take the first step towards kissing him when he is a tiny bit sad, even though his moral consciousness gets shaky by that. All of the thoughts about you take over his mind and he drops his energetic act, leaning towards a more serious and melancholic one. It's only after you share your first night together that he realizes he's already knee-deep into it and can't turn back now.

Gihun enjoys cockwarming and it soon becomes part of your routine. While you're asleep and softly snoring beside him, he tries to fight the urge to pound into you because there is no way you could consent to this while asleep. Although, he can't help but pound into you carefully as to not awake you, but he never goes much further than that.

SANGWOO

As a father, he is very possessive of you, part of it being his arrogance seeping through, causing him to act like he knows what is best for you better than anyone else. 

You are the one to take the first step. Dad wouldn't let you see boys as he got easily jealous of his precious daughter. So, the only way to change things was to relieve all of the buried feelings and desires with him. Oh, such a temper you have… You did take after your father after all.

Sangwoo is taken aback when he feels your soft lips moving against his. And yet, he experiments with you anyway. He tests the water by holding your waist, his fingers leaving light touches on your skin. Then, he opens his mouth just a little to deepen the kiss. In a second, he has you whimpering and he knows exactly what you want — except he won't give it to you so easily. 

His tongue is gentle, even freeing the butterflies in your stomach. Your attempts of moving your hips against your dad's lap while searching for friction were futile as his strong grip on your hips prevented you from doing so by holding you in place. Even with your whines, he was still calm despite the evidence of mutual desire.

Then, he takes you to bed. Sangwoo takes his time with you, enjoying how you gave in to his touches out of free will. When his tongue came in contact with your folds, it was a pleasant contrast of temperature — warm from his mouth and cold from you being exposed for too long. One of the things that really stuck with you during the time dad was eating you out was seeing the thread of saliva and wetness connecting your cunt and dad's tongue. After that, Sangwoo would not shut up for one second. 

You never thought you'd hear such filthy words leaving your dad's mouth — and he said it so cooly. You're a real slut, you know that? and You're so wet for me, babygirl. Don't be surprised if you wake up one day like this, before sucking your clit between his lips and resuming the licks.

Sangwoo really takes his time with you. He makes you come multiple times on his face before even thinking of adding his fingers into your pussy. He proceeds to put his mouth to a better use and leaves bite marks all over your body, from shoulders to thighs. The purple marks will look amazing the next day, he promises, and also you won't be leaving the house for some time. It's a win-win. 

THE SALESMAN

The man is the definition of sadism. Your dad is probably ten steps ahead of you and he wants to hear you say it. Remember the time you moaned a bit too loud when touching yourself? He knows. The next day, your dad is asking you too many questions about the time you went to bed and what were you doing that kept you up so late. He does that with a smug smile on his face, taking pleasure in the faint red on your cheeks and how you struggle to find the perfect excuse which, to be sincere, will serve for nothing.

You are not sure if he is dropping subtle hints of his real intentions or if it's just your imagination playing tricks on you. Father has always been kind of invasive with showing affection. The line was crossed the day you woke up with his hand pressed against your stomach and his body dangerously close to yours in your bed. He probably caught you sleeping on the sofa again and brought you to your room — at least that's what you've tried to tell yourself. He could've just put you in your bed and walked away, there was no reasonable explanation for whatever was this.

You absolutely lose it when his lips brush against your ear, a husky voice startling you awake. It was merely a good morning, babygirl, but it definitely stirred something up inside you. The way his fingers curled on the skin of your hips caused you to hold back a moan and jolt yourself from the bed. In the rush of avoiding further embarrassment, you missed the smile that crept up onto his lips.

Things escalate in such a passive-aggressive rhythm. During one of your movie nights, he holds you close while pressing kisses to your temples all the time, just like a boyfriend would do. When he asks something about the movie, you are too focused on the proximity of your faces, his dark eyes boring into yours while your gaze wanders from his amused stare to his lips. The tension in the air made it hard to breathe and there was a burning feeling in your gut that rushed you into a decision. 

The kiss was reciprocal, as if he was waiting for you to take the first step all along. You let out a sigh when your lips touched from all the air you've been holding. His hand got a good grip on the back of your neck, reasserting his dominance over you. It was clear that you belonged to him. His tongue was aggressive amidst the kiss and you realized that you've longed for this feeling for a while now, to be dominated by someone more experienced than you. A moan escaped your lips when his grip tightened around your neck and dad pushed you onto the couch until he was able to lie down on top of your fragile frame. He looked exactly like a wolf ready to devour his prey and just now you realized how long he was preparing for this situation. Not that you minded it, though.

Dad wishes to break your mind before taking care of your body. He toys with you during foreplay, edging you multiple times no matter your pleas before he is even close to being satisfied. He wants to make a mess out of you, dragging his fingers in and out of your cunt until you're weak under his touch. He has worked hard on denying orgasms from you that you couldn't take it anymore, reaching your climax because of the exhaustion and excess of stimuli. It's only after leaving you limp that he considers giving you his cock.

THE FRONTMAN

Sex is merely a reward. Your dad is very stern, his authoritarian gaze being enough to make you flinch. It is only when you disobey his orders that he takes out on you. He is very cold, expecting you to show regrets of your less than adequate behavior. Although he might be more lenient of using cold, authoritarian communication until he is satisfied with your pleas, he might consider using physical punishments if you dare to cross the limits again. 

The first time you slept together was the day you broke one of his first rules: do not leave your room. He had brought you to the island while he acted as the frontman and reinforced the importance of that rule as to avoid you getting caught up in the middle of the abominable mess that was his work. He was livid when he found out from one of the guards they'd caught a strange girl wandering through the halls, worried that one of those monsters had intentions of doing something else with you. 

By the time you arrived into his place, the same place he kept you locked up, he was calling you stupid girl repeated times with some disdain mixed with concern. It's only when he sees the tears running down your face nonstop that he takes a deep breath, deciding between wishing to hold you close as a caring parent would do or sending you straight to your punishment.

Either way, you got your twisted reward. He ordered you to pull down your trousers, to which you showed some resistance. After he was so demanding, to the point of saying I am not playing games, silly girl. Take them off. you did exactly as he told you, humiliated by the thought of getting naked in front of him. You felt his gloved fingers kneading your bottom, as if he was testing the waters, and you held back a whimper. The impact of the first smack caused you to sob, only for it to become rounds of spanking.

It stopped when father decided it was enough, seeing your bum colored in vivid red. You knew better than to express your soreness out loud so you just let the tears run down your face in uncontrollable fashion, not daring to make any sounds. The tired eyes glanced at his piece of art, unsure if you were deserving of his cock. At that moment fear readily raced through your entire body as you realized you were still at mercy of his punishments just as he said touch yourself for me, then we'll see if you're worthy of something.

[swagatron9]

Their reaction to seeing you in the games

Pairings: Sang-woo x reader, In-ho x reader, Jun-ho x reader, Salesman x reader.

- When he first saw you in the games, he wasn't sure that it was actually you.

- He only knew for sure that it was you when you went up to vote whether or not they should stay or go.

- He felt a rush of panic when he watched you standing in front of the buttons deciding which one to choose.

- Walks over to you and stands behind you while he practically interrogates you on why you're here.

- 'I wanted to help you with your money problems.' You would tell him. 'Don't worry about me, I will sort out my own problems.'

- He doesn't mean to be rude to you if he is, but he does care about you and doesn't want you to be in this situation.

- Tries not to make it known that he is panicking when he sees you.

- Would talk to the people in control of the guns in the first game and tell them to avoid your number.

- His eyes would never leave you as he watched the round go on.

- Leg shaking the whole time and would also hold his breath every now and then.

- He would advise you when you get the chance to leave that you shouldn't call the number on the card again.

- He wouldn't outright tell you why he knows, but he would if you threatened to call it again.

- He noticed you when he went to ask 456 if he knew anyone with his brother's name.

- Would stare at you for a bit too long before walking over and patting you down.

- Frantically turn around and check on you every now and then.

- You would definitely catch on to the guard that was constantly looking over at you.

- Instantly thinks of a plan to get you out of there, even if it meant you didn't get the money that you needed.

- He would give you all the money he has to keep you far away from these murderous games.

-When he sees you holding the infamous card with the shapes on it, he immediately storms up to you and rips it out of your hand.

- "Never call this number" "If someone asks to play a game for money, then you leave. Do you hear me?"

- Doesn't even want you looking in the direction of the card.

- Won't tell you why, will just tell you not to ask about it again.

- You need the money? He will give it to you.