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aliceinborderlandsquidgame · 4 months

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|| The Salesman || NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

The Salesman its a gentlemen. He will ask what you want. A shower, cuddles, water, food? Everything? In what order?. He will also ask if you had a good time or if he was too rough.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: Hands. He likes them cause they are bigger than yours, likes to tangle them on your hair and with your own hands.

Yours: eyes. He is someone who reads people easily, and your eyes alwas gives away what you are feeling.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Big fan of cumming inside you, the Salesman its rather antiquated when it comes to where he should end. He likes to feel your tummy getting bigger with his cum. This mean he will cum and stay inside you till he can go again so he can fill you up again and make you feel fuller.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves when you wear skirts. Has a thing for them.

Its easier to push his hand down between your legs and teas you with that evil smirk, enjoying the feeling of growing wetness you end getting. Will ask you to sit on his lap when you use them or let a pen fall and ask you to get it for him so he can get a look at your ass.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh, he knows for sure what he is doing. He is handsome and has been handsome all his life. His experience its a big one. Dont be afraid to ask him something if you are inexperience yourself or if you are a virgin (he will melt if you are). As experience as he is, he knows how important its to talk about what someone wants to do during sex. And he talks about sex like the most casual thing in the world.

"So, would you like that position you were watching in that one movie the other night?"

Him: drinks tea

You: burst tea out

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Any position will do for him, it depends on his mood. If he is feeling more dominate, then its dog style, mating press or having tied you up. He likes you to ride him looking at him too. When he feels more loving and gentle, the usual position will do. He likes to look at your eyes while you two do it.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Not goofy he is serious when it comes down to sex. Likes to pay attention to you, your expresions, sounds, everything. He also takes note on what you like the most or what position is making you feel the best.

Very well groomed. He likes to be clean and that includes the hair of his genitals. He also believes you will enjoy sucking him off like that.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

As i repeat myself, it depends.

Its a solid 50% and 50% loving and a wild animal. But he wont ever do something you dont want.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Does not like it but sometimes he cant help it. Specially if he has to be away from you for too long because of work.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

• Degradation

• Chocking

• Size-kink

• Dom/Sub

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Any place at his house. Really, the one thing he wanted to do when you first moved in was to have sex with you on every surface he had. He said that way, he would look anywhere in the house and remember you (and how good you felt around him and your moans) he basically gets you blushing hard.

He does not like to be seen unless its to prove that he owns you and no one can touches you or see you. No problem at touching you in a train ride or in a restaurant.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Almost anything. You can be kissing him casually for either welcoming him back or sending him off to work and he has you pinned against the wall in a instant.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Wont ever share you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He is a giver.

Loves to have you sitted on his face and overstimulate you with his tongue. If you try to move away from him and he is still not done then he forces you to stay down on his face.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

80% of the times he prefers to be fast and rough. He knows you can take it and ends being so proud of it.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He likes them till a centrain degree. Since sometimes he ends havig you before going to work he cant say he dislikes them, but sometimes they are too short and you or him dont cum. He hates these moments and will assure you for the rest of the day by texts how good he is going to make you feel later.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He is very open to anything you have to offer to do. Just ask him, he is very casual too so he may ask you something at random times.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Thanks to his physical training for his "work" he has a great one. Its a nice suprise the first time you two went for three rounds without stopping.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He does get you some but has the rule that if you use them then you must send him a video or pic. And trust me he will know if you used them and did not obey his rule.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He does like to do it from time to time. If you were a brat or broke his toy rule then you must beg to him to let you cum.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

LOW. He only groans but other than that, nothing.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Even if he does not like it, he would fuck you in the station he works so he can see the wall and remember you two cumming together there. (he did finger you on the bench so thats his favorite spot too).

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Hands down, has both, its large and big. You will have problem adjusting to his size at first and even after many times together you still struggle (he loves it).

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He knows how to control himself in public but its rather high. Lets say a 8/10. Sometimes its just the carnal need, he gets frustrated at work sometimes and ends thinking about you, getting aroused. When it comes down to loving sex then he is still high on his need but will focus more on you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends when you two had sex. If it was after one of his long days at the station then he would fall asleep quickly (but only after making sure you are well take care off).

#squid game x reader #squid game x you #salesman x reader #the salesman x reader #squid game imagines #squid game imagine

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matchesarelit · 9 months

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Squid Game Masterlist

*= suggestive (minors dni) ** = smut (minors dni)

Squid Game

Guards

Writings

Big ol' softy (Part 2) (Part 3)

Soft!Guard helps reader escape softness ensues

Seamstress

Acting as the Frontman's PA, and when you have to lead a group of guards you have to teach a lesson in respect.

Chef

Acting as the Frontman's PA, and when you have to lead a group of guards you end up having them all hanging off your every word.

Bridge Engineer

Acting as the Frontman's PA, and when you have to lead a group of guards you end up having them all clinging to you like koalas.

Commands SChMeScHmAnDs

All of the guards being commanded to keep their distance from you, the designer of this year's game rooms as you paint and plan and decorate, but they can't help checking on you.

Fighting

Sang-Woo

Writings

Mixed messages

Feeling insecure about your relationship with Sang Woo because of the mixed messages he keeps sending you.

The Salesman

Writings

Train Platform**

#squid game #squid games smut #smut #squid game x reader #salesman #salesman x reader #salesman smut #salesman imagine #pink guards

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hagarsays · 1 year

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Gong Yoo that’s it that’s the caption 💜🫰

#gong yoo #gong ji cheol #train to busan #seok-woo #coffee prince #Choi Han-kyul #guardian the lonely and great god #goblin kdrama #goblin: the lonely and great god #goblin #kim shin #the silent sea #Han yoon-Jae #the salesman #squid game #kdrama #🫰

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tawneybel · 3 months

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Note: Ten hottest live-action characters, part nineteen. Frenchie’s great. Not one, but two characters commented on how upset he would be to find out he missed Herogasm. I wish I missed it. :(

10. Robert Montague Renfield (Nicholas Hoult) from Renfield

Cutie, aside from the whole live entomophagy thing.

9. Jacob Rose (Oscar Nuñez) from Lucky Hank

Get yourself a man who’ll appreciate your confusing poetry then eff you on his desk.

8. Topper Thorton (Austin North) from Outer Banks

Jealous but (initially) patient boyfriend who actually goes goblin mode.

7. Salesman (Gong Yoo) from Squid Game

Too cute to wear a mask.

6. Kevin Bernard (Anthony Anderson) from Law & Order

I don’t watch this show regularly, but he’s so soft looking. 🥺

5. Zach (Kyle Gallner) from The Walking Dead

Was no one going to tell me Gallner was in TWD??

4. Frenchie (Tomer Capone) from The Boys

“He loves to be punished when he’s bad. It makes him hard.”

3. Tyler Galpin (Hunter Doohan) from Wednesday

Pretends to be a nice guy, while actually bloodthirsty, and transforms into a grotesque monster.

2. Lalo Salamanca (Tony Dalton) from Better Call Saul

Remember when he had a fender bender with that guy at the north gate? I want Lalo to [REDACTED] all over my face and neck like that milkshake on that guy.

1. Jim Chee (Kiowa Gordon) from Dark Winds

Are actual FBI agents this husbandable? Him and Agent Cooper, man…

Note: Previous part.

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orrr49 · 7 months

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im so late to the hype but yes i made a squid game content

#squid game #squid game meme #ali abdul #seong gi hun #han mi nyeo #the salesman #cho sang woo #sae byeok #ji yeon

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squidgamesmut · 2 years

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The Salesman | A game of cat and mouse 🌶️

General Masterlist

The Salesman Masterlist

MINORS DNI

It is your duty to track down the Salesman and take down the bane of your existence - the very Squid Game you won last year. Well, perhaps that you haven’t entirely been thinking straight, or have been completely fair to yourself.

Tags: NSFW, hate sex, dom/sub themes, public sex, degradation

Word count: 3K

“I will come and find you,” you had said through gritted teeth, “And when I do, I will flay your skin off your bones if you don’t tell me who you work for.”

You had meant it, too. However, the smug smirk of the Salesman had told you enough, that he had not at all been fazed by your threat. Perhaps that he knew that you would not find him, or perhaps just because he was not afraid of you.

Whatever it was, you knew that you hated him, and that stupid grin of his. No matter how attractive the well-dressed man was, you loathed him and the organisation.

After winning the Squid Game, you had made it your personal goal to burn it to the ground, deeply enraged by what they had done to you. At first, you hadn’t even considered getting in through the Salesman at first, for you had only seen him for a few insignificant minutes preluding your experiences at the Squid Game. However, you eventually realised that he was the very gateway to that place, so if there was anyone who would know where to enter, it had to be him.

It prompted a series of afternoons where you’d hang around the underground during rush hour to keep an eye out for the man you knew to be recruiting new players. It caused you to feel on edge whenever a man clad in a suit would exit or enter the tube, and after a few months of doing this - for you didn’t have to work anymore, anyways - you were close to giving up.

Until a moment that you saw him - no doubt, with his distinctive demeanour and handsome features - approach an old man who was asleep on a bench. Roused him. Invited him to play some games. Those red and blue Ddjaki tiles triggered something dark and painful within you.

“You!” you strode towards him, “You are one of the most vile men I’ve ever met! Give me your business card so I can call your boss. I am going to take you down!”

He ignored you, clearing his throat, “...Don’t mind this crazy woman. Every time you win, you get a hundred-thousand won–”

“Do not play it, sir,” you warned the old man, who seemed way too interested in the game, “He will reel you in with the promise of easy money and it will lead you to a death game!”

“A death game?”

The Salesman held up his hand. “This woman is clearly delusional. Do I seem like the type to fool you, sir? Everything I do is legal and fair. I want to give this money out to people who are in need.”

“My, I can barely believe my ears!” exclaimed the old man, delighted, “It just so happens to be that I need to pay big money to get my son back!”

The Salesman feigned a smile. “So, the rules are simple, you–”

You grabbed the Salesman at the tie, yanking him in such a way that he had no choice but to look at you lest he be choked out and watched you with bewildered eyes. You were seething. “Look into my eyes and tell me who you work for!”

The recruiter held up his hands defensively. “Miss, I don’t know who you are, really! You must be looking for someone else! I suggest that you put me down before I call the authorities.”

You roughly released him, holding up your palm. “Give me your business card.”

“Business card? What are you talking ab–”

Your fingers went to his suit jacket to take it out yourself, but he promptly grabbed your wrist.

“The nerve! This is assault! I won’t take this any longer.” He began putting the Ddjaki tiles back into his briefcase, giving the old man an apologetic smile. “Excuse me, sir. Perhaps that our paths will cross again one day.”

You were seething. “Don’t ignore my question! Who do you work for? Or do you need me to pull out your finger nails one by one for you to speak up?”

Whatever you said, the Salesman seemed to be unaffected, apologising once again to the man he had wanted to recruit. A tube halted at the platform, its doors opening, a horde of people rushing out.

The Salesman stood up and brushed past you as if you were nothing but air, and stepped inside the train. Just as you rushed after him, the doors slid shut in your face, much to your dismay. You slammed a fist onto them, letting out a cry of agony and rage, but were soon forced back, the Salesman looking at you with that smug smile on his face. “I will find you!” you raged, pointing at him accusingly. “You are going to answer for what you’ve done.”

Slightly out of breath, you looked after the leaving train, gathering yourself for a moment before turning back to the old man, who was staring at you as if you were crazy.

“What?!” you snapped, “I just saved your fucking life! You should be thankful!”

Angrily, you legged towards the schedule to see when the next tube would be leaving.

~*~*~

Seeing him again had rekindled your insatiable hunger for taking the entire shitshow down, and you increased the intensity of your hunt for him to also take place during mornings and evenings now. Day after day, you scouted the stations, in search of the very man who started it all.

No matter how hard you tried, he seemed to always be a step ahead. He’d step into the very tube you were waiting outside of, or if your gazes crossed, he packed up at once.

He knew you - of course he remembered you, for how could he not?

Every time your eyes met his, and whenever he showed that grin, something else ignited within you. Something dangerous, something balancing the very line between rage and lust. It was like a roaring, all-consuming fire.

Perhaps that it was a game.

You’d come for him, which gave his work an extra edge, and he was so close yet so far away. You could watch him, smell his cologne, feel his air as he brushed past you, but he was always just out of reach.

It was maddening, it was frustrating, and it caused tension.

You had started to enjoy his features more than you should, and began to feel a deep, searing lust whenever the idea of him crossed your mind. It was almost an obsession, this elusive recruiter. He was the very key you needed to take down that cursed organisation along with all its people.

You were almost at peace with the fact that you would never catch the Salesman. Since there was nothing left to do in your life otherwise, you kept trailing after him, staying on his track, hot on his heels yet always, always one step behind.

Until now.

You had entered the tube one station earlier so that you’d arrive in one of the trains the very moment he was playing Ddjaki at one of the platforms. Since you were the person exiting the train as soon as it arrived, and since it would leave again as you approached him, there would be nowhere for him to go. You’d trap him like a rat and demand answers once and for all.

You made sure to keep out of sight whilst in the train, making sure to sit close to a door. Crossing one leg over the other, you kept your eyes turned downwards, every so often letting your gaze flit up to the display to see how far away your final destination was.

Mere minutes before the platform you had calculated to be his current playing spot, you stood to stand in front of the doors. However, you froze in your place at once.

You looked out over the long train, all people looking away but one.

That same stupid smirk. A raise of his eyebrow. You began to walk towards him at once.

He turned away, ignoring your call. “Hey!” you spat, “You there! Stop that man!”

A few annoyed glares were sent your way as you made your way through the crowded cabin, the Salesman moving faster, apologising to other travellers as he manoeuvred himself quickly.

You kept your gaze fixated upon the back of his head - no hair was out of place, and he cast a glance backwards every so often to see if you were still following.

“Hey, watch it!” You almost tripped over someone’s bag, stumbling forward rather ungracefully, and mumbled an apology. Turning back to your mission, however, you saw that there was no sign of the Salesman, alarming you at once.

You hadn’t stopped at any station, so he had to be on the train still. You breathed a string of curses and continued legging through the tube, hoping to find him hiding somewhere within the crowd.

The front of the train was starting to appear in your field of view, but there was no sign of the man in question. A bit lost, you halted, letting your eyes inspect the masses of people around you.

The train jerked to a standstill, and a lot of people rose to exit. None of them noticed the door of the toilet opening, nor did you. An arm around your waist dragged you inside, causing you to yelp, but nobody was paying attention.

“Hey!” you shouted as the door slammed shut, and as you turned to the person who had yanked you inside, you felt your anger boil inside of you. The Salesman gave you a small smirk, though standing awfully close in the crowded space.

“Hello,” he breathed, smiling. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Let me out,” you said, face flushing at his proximity. “This is assault.”

“Well, you weren’t exactly kind to me either. What do you want from me? Why do you keep pursuing me?”

You scoffed. “Haven’t you heard anything I said last time we spoke? I am going to take you all down, you and your organisation.”

He laughed lightly. “Do you really think that it would be that easy, hm?” he quizzed. “We’re larger than you can even comprehend. Just getting me in trouble will lead to nothing. Calling the organisation by using my business card or reporting them to the authorities will lead to nothing. Perhaps that they’d lock you up for displaying foolish behaviour, let you cool down for a while.”

You narrowed your eyes firmly, brow furrowing. “Fuck you,” you seethed, “Stop smiling.”

“What, is my charm too attractive? Is that why you’re following me, hm?”

He tucked some hair behind your ear and you blushed furiously, slapping it away. “Don’t touch me, you creep! Do you really think that trying to flirt with me will make me forget about who you are?”

“Do you really know who I am, then?” he asked, your heartbeat quickening. He leaned forward to whisper in your ear, “You don’t even know my name. You won’t be able to trace anything back to me. Why do you keep coming back? Not that I mind seeing your pretty face every day, but you know that you are lying to yourself, right?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you looked at him with softening eyes, drinking in his sheer charisma. Suddenly, you imagined kissing him, a deep snog filled with hatred, confusion and burning desire.

The Salesman seemed to be thinking the same thing. “(Y/n),” he mused, taking your chin between his fingers, “Are you just running after me in the hopes of getting my attention?”

“N-No.” you stuttered, closing your eyes at the sound of your own voice. The recruiter laughed a bit, shaking his head.

“Your body tells me otherwise.” He laid one hand on your neck, checking your pulse. You swallowed thickly, trying to take control over your breathing. “Be frank with me,” he whispered, leaning closer.

His breath tickled the shell of your ear. “If you want me to stop, or if what I am saying is untrue, just say so right now and I will let you go. Then, don’t ever come and find me again, for you will know that with me you will get no step further towards taking down the organisation. If what I am saying is true, however…”

The Salesman pulled back from your neck and eyed you with dark eyes, gaze falling towards your lips, “If you desire me, just say so, so that I can take you.”

Your lips moved soundlessly in puzzlement and excitement, your mind running rampant with thoughts of him. He watched you expectantly, awaiting your answer.

“Fucking ruin me,” you breathed at once, overcome by your arousal for him. He groaned, kissing you roughly, tongue hungrily delving into your mouth.

He tasted exactly like you had imagined he would taste, and you shivered with need, pushing your legs together to relieve some of the tension. He nipped at your bottom lip, smirking. “I will not instruct you on your knees in a public restroom,” he promised, causing your gut to spin, “But you have cost me so much money and potential players, you know… I should punish you for that in one way or the other. But not here - even I have standards.”

You slipped your fingers over his tie, tugging him down for another searing kiss. He took easy dominance, but not that you minded. Adrenaline pulsed through you, and you desperately moaned when his mouth travelled towards your neck, sucking the skin against it. You braced yourself on the wall, hoping that it would be strong enough to hold up your heavily leaning body, and gasped at a nibble of your earlobe.

“So,” he purred, “Who would’ve thought? I figured you hated me, yet you let me ravage you like you’re nothing but prey. Who’s the cat, and who is the mouse?”

He slipped one hand over the column of your throat, watching you with lust-blown pupils. There was an air about him that made your knees weak with want, and you watched him with pleading eyes.

“Little mouse,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss you deeply again. His hand snaked under your shirt, surprisingly warm against your bare skin, and you jerked slightly in surprise. He let out an amused huff and turned you in his arms, pushing you flush against the door of the stall.

“I would spank you if I could,” he muttered, “One slap for every hundred-thousand won your little shenanigans have cost me. But this is not the place. No, I am just going to ruin you, just as you told me to do.” He pushed his face into your neck and inhaled deeply.

A sharp gasp escaped you when you felt his hand push up your skirt and pry aside your knickers. “Little soaked mouse,” he groaned in your hair, “So fucking tight. All for me to be devoured.”

You heard the sound of a buckle opening and you bit your lip in anticipation, trying to look over your shoulder to see how sizable he was. The Salesman pushed back your head, “Face on the door,” he ordered, and you felt his tip press against your dripping entrance.

Your slick made for easy access, but his size split you in half nevertheless. You moaned, hoping that the movements of the train would mask it, even though the walls were thin. The recruiter laced the fingers of one hand into your hair and bottomed out in one swift movement, causing you to bite down on your own hand, lest the people on the other side hear it.

“You can’t even start to understand,” groaned the Salesman, “How often I have imagined fucking that tight pussy of yours. To have you begging for my seed like the little mouse you are. So desperate and needy, eager to swallow it all. Don’t tell me you haven’t imagined the same, little mouse.”

You whimpered at his size and the stretch, but your walls were clamping around him, your ass moving against him with movements mimicking his own to intensify the pleasure. You were vaguely aware that you were getting railed in one of the filthiest places of Seoul, but then, you figured you couldn’t have expected better.

“You’re enjoying this so much, aren’t you?” the Salesman praised, “I can feel it deep inside of you. You’re so wet, if I had known this I would have fucked you much earlier.”

Bracing yourself against the wall, you wanted to breathe his name, realising that you didn’t know it. Instead, you called him the first thing that sprung to mind.

“Please, sir.”

His cock twitched inside of you as he pulled you against his pelvis once again, momentarily stilling. “What did you just call me?”

“S-Sir…”

He angled your head to the side with an able hand to push his tongue into your mouth. “That’s right,” he whispered after a few seconds of passionate liplock, “That’s right. Beg for me.”

“Oh, give me your seed, sir!” you whimpered, sweat leaking down your brow, “I need it, sir!”

With a few firm thrusts and a few twitches of his cock, he spilled himself deep inside of you, fleeting fingers on your clit pushing you over your climax. You had to physically keep yourself from falling onto the filthy floor, knees almost too weak to stand as pleasure overtook you in a shattering orgasm.

The Salesman pulled out, cum oozing from your hole as he quickly put your knickers back over it, which had been pushed to the side. It gathered on the inside and made you feel sticky, but you did not mind it.

“Good girl,” said the Salesman, tucking himself back into his slacks before reaching over to the tap to wash his hands. “Good little mouse. Now, it’s time for you to go out, for you’ve reached your destination.”

Just now you noticed that the train had come to a standstill. “But… But…” Stumbling over your words, you anxiously unlocked the door, hoping that no one would walk in. The Salesman smiled his signature smirk and reached out, waiting for you to take something from him.

It was a rectangular card with a number on the back.

“A business card,” he clarified, “Though not the one you originally wanted.”

He opened the door for you, pushing you outside the cubicle. You looked at him with slight indignance, still taken aback and dishevelled for the way he had just fucked you raw and now waved you off like you were nothing but a customer. He closed the door in your face, leaving you feeling puzzled as slick ran down your thigh.

Quickly exiting the tube, you went to look at the card.

Call me. It read, alongside his name.

Immediately, you reached for your phone.

#squid game smut #squid game #reader insert #squid game x reader #x reader #squid game fanfic #salesman x reader #the salesman x reader #gong yoo x reader

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p1nkey3 · 2 years

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i don’t get why everytime I read a

gong yoo x reader (salesman, Han yunjae),

the reader’s always gotta be a helpless 18 year old

in debt, American, innocent and looking for a sugar daddy..

can y’all change it up? cuz at this point, it’s making gong yoo look bad…

#silent sea #gong yoo #salesman squid game x reader #salesman squid game #please god I just want to read gong yoo getting pegged #it’s embarrassing #slander

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whorror-barbie · 2 years

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A good lesson in fucking (au! Virgin! Ceo! The Salesman x Bimbo! sugar baby! Fem! Reader) (part 1)

general series summary: you find out your sugar daddy is a virgin and you would love to help him explore his sexual desires

Warnings: nothing explicit at this time, maybe some suggestive language and sexual themes. this fic is 18+, so you've been warned.

A/n: I just wanted to write about an older handsome man whose a virgin( so literally a 40 year-old virgin lol) and btw I'm giving him the name Seok-woo again, so I'm not always calling him the salesman, so I hope that's fine with y'all. Enjoy :)

P.s: I have an AO3 account under the name whorrorwritings, part 2 will be up on there by the time I post this part on here, if you can't wait head over there and read it if you want to!

"Wait, you're going over to his house?! You don't even know him" that is the sound of your distressed friend on the other side of the phone.

" Oh, will you stop worrying. He seems like such a nice guy " you open up a pretty pink box to see a really cute yet sophisticated dress. "Honey, just because he buys you stuff, doesn't mean he's a nice guy." She tries to reason with you as you're trying on the dress he wanted you to wear for the meetup, It hugs your curves beautifully as you look at yourself in the mirror. " I mean, you told me you don't even know his name or what he looks like, what if he's a serial killer..you never know" she continues and let out a sigh as you're still smiling.

"Look, I get your concerns, but I'll be fine, and besides it doesn't hurt to meet the guy who financially supported me for 6 months when I was settling here" you do not really understand why she's so worried. sure she has a point, he's seen only ever seen you and your body online multiple times, but don't know a thing about him. Finally, you hear her sigh coming from the other side of the line. "I know you're not going to listen, but please be safe and text me if you need anything, I'll be there so fast I swear" you giggle at your worried friend. " I'll keep you posted, I'll talk to you later, bye, " you say cheerfully and you both hang up. You are fully ready, now it's time to leave for your date.

30 minutes later, you arrive at his beautiful home by a car he sent out for you. Looking around and starting to approach the home, you're regretting this with every heartbeat as you walk closer. what if your friend is right? What if he does murder you? There is no turning back now. you ring the doorbell anyways, waiting until you are greeted by a tall, handsome man at the door.

"hey, miss it's finally nice to meet you," he says so kindly, you look into his eyes and it was love at first. You were not expecting this gorgeous man to be your sugar daddy, but you definitely were not complaining at all. In a matter of seconds, you were already planning a wedding, and having a family with this man "are you ok?" You look up at him "oh sorry" as you enter his home.

Inside his home is beautifully furnished and spacious, but that is to be excepted from a rich CEO. "I must say you're as gorgeous in person." he says with a bit of nervousness in his voice as he's scratching the back of his head "oh, why thank and you're quite a handsome gentleman." You giggle slightly which makes him arrange his tie at your response, he seems to be feeling hot?

" by the way... my name is Seok-Woo... I don't think I ever told you my name before..umm ever" he laughs nervously. "Oh, Seok-Woo? what a nice name." You smile brightly. The two of you are just standing there in awkward silence for a minute as you look up at him with your pretty eyes, and he starts to look around out of nervousness.

"so..um did you eat anything yet? I can umm. set something up" he asked you politely. " Oh, sure I can go for a snack" nodding at him. "Ok, I'll be right back then" he bows slightly then heads into his kitchen.

While he's doing that, you start to wander around his house looking at the beautiful paintings that hang on the walls, taking in his decor. making your own journey around his house until you see a door slightly open to a room, begging for someone to enter it. The curiosity is killing you, so you go inside to check it out.

upon entering, you see nothing but a bunch of half-naked anime figurines on his shelf against each corner of his walls, and you look in awe "wow, what a cute doll" you let out a ditzy laugh, holding one of the figurines in your hand as you inspect it ''wow, she's very curvy" tilting your head then look at your own body." what else does he have in here?'' you proceeds to look around when you spot a stack of hentai mangas and so you pick it up to read the title.

"Super big titty sluts xxx" you say out loud to yourself then open up the book to flip the pages, and you see some very lewd images which makes your face feel like it's on fire, it was nothing but big titties everywhere, and dicks going in every hole. "The pages are stuck together? I wonder why?" As you try to continue to read the manga, figuring out the storyline.

"Hey! Why are you in here?" You jump so hard, dropping his manga and figurine in the process " Oh my god, I'm sorry! I was just waiting..and and I.." your face still feels so hot at what you saw. Wow, he's into some freaky stuff you thought. when he sees you drop his figurine, he wanted to lose it on you, but he remains calm. those figurines are his prize possessions, he's paid a pretty penny for all of them.

"Oh, well... please don't do this again." He says softly as he goes over to pick up his figurine and carefully places it back on the shelf, he looks over her to make sure you didn't mark her up " Umm.. so you want to watch a movie together?" his attention on you now, nodding your head yes as you leave out of his very interesting room.

😳

10 minutes into this suspense drama, it's pretty good so far. You start moving your body closer to his to rest your head on his shoulder. You can feel him put his arm around your arm awkwardly in response. You sigh of relief, looking up at him into his eyes, but he looks away fast.

"Are you enjoying this movie, babes?" You giggle as you feel him trying not to look down at your cleavage . " Umm...yeah..it's good.. how about you? do you like the film?'' He asks, trying to focus his attention on the movie. " I mean it's definitely interesting, but I'm more interested in you, Seok-Woo" he can feel himself getting hard at your voice alone, you're as sexy as the women he sees in the hentai on his computer screen every night.

"how about this?" You straddle his lap, facing him. you're feeling his boner twitching in his dress pants" oh wow, I can feel how big you are, impressive." you giggle with the motion of your boobs jiggling and he looks nervous, though he is enjoying the view. "How about we have some fun? I at least owe you for taking care of me" You wink at him then proceed to kiss on the crook of his neck as you grab his hands so he feels up your ass, but he doesn't squeeze it. you're grinding on him and moaning like a needy whore into his neck. Seok-Woo's eyes are closed while grunting under his breath, focusing on feeling your pussy lips with his tip. this is the perfect scenario that he's been dreaming about, he might cum from this alone.

You reach for his belt to remove it, but his hand stops you in mid-motion. Surprised, you look up at him and his facial expression is reading regret it seems "Stop, Hun" he says out of breath. " Not now" he looks down. Feeling confused, but You get off of him, and sit back down on the couch, this is very awkward now. "I'm really sorry, Seok-Woo...I hope I didn't offend you" did you read the room wrong? Is he not into you like you thought he was.

"you should leave" he simply says which was another dagger to your heart. grabbing your purse as you get up to leave and he follows you to the door. "Text me to let me know that you got home safely... and oh I'll be wiring your weekly allowance to your account tomorrow, have a good night," he says then shuts the door in your face, not giving you a second to respond.

Tears start to stream down your face. You're feeling horrible and embarrassed. that's when your Phone is ringing off in your purse so you check to see that it's your friend, Hong-Ga young again, so you pick it up.

"Oh thank God, he didn't murder you," she says but then she hears you sniffling. "Oh..what's the matter? Are you alright?" Her voice sounds very worried, and you try to keep your composure. " Yeah, I'm ok, Ummm can you pick me up?" You wipe away the tears with your sleeve. " Of course! I'll be there in a second" she says hastily. Both of you say your byes then hang up the phone.

While you are chilling on his steps with your morbid thoughts clouding your mind. a big raindrop falls on your knee, and out of nowhere rain starts to violently poor down. With no umbrella in sight, you're all drenched now, can this night get any worse? You just need to bundle up in a blanket and forget about this night that ever happened, hoping everything will be better tomorrow.

#gong yoo #salesman imagine #salesman x y/n #salesman x reader #squid game fanfic #squid games smut

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free-for-all-fics · 11 months

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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.)

#squid game x reader #squid game imagines #squid game imagine #salesman x reader #the frontman x reader #gong yoo x reader #random fic ideas #fic ideas #these are old but I didn’t have the heart to delete them

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“How About You Use Your Body To Pay?”

Part I

Squid Game The Salesman x OF f reader

This is an expansion to the Drabble I wrote

Pairing: The Salesman x OF Reader

Rating:NC-17 but this chapter doesn’t have the sexy part yet 😩 bare with me, you sexy assholes, you!

Warning: smut, stalking, blackmail, dubcon, The Salesman being a sexy creep, reader is an OF girl so ya know, dirty talk, oral, a slap, just dirty, you guys, it’s just filth.

Summary: The Salesman was told to pick the next player… And he messed up badly.

You play the game and win. That’s all they have to do. Play. And just maybe win.

“Good luck.” Said the Salesman to himself in a smug way as his eyes skimmed the streets of Seoul. He was looking for a particular face in the crowd. Your face. He was given a list of names of those down on their luck. And it was finally your turn to play on his list.

He sat down on an empty bench and opened his briefcase, looking at the picture of the girl he was searching for. Your face. He wasn’t going to admit it; quite frankly he wasn’t allowed to admit it, but the second he saw your picture, he felt a little flutter as his eyebrow cocked to the side and a quick tightness in his slacks.

He knew your face, your place of employment, and where you liked to hang out. That was more than enough for him. And if the worse was to happen, he had your home address as well.

He put your picture away in his briefcase and made his way to the foreign bookstore he knew you worked at. The small chime on the door dinged and he heard a soft voice. “Welcome.” A soft women’s voice said in a heavy American accent.

Bingo. He found you.

You never took your eyes off the task at hand, even when greeting customers. You were too miserable to be courteous. You were a struggling woman in the heart of Seoul trying to get by; you moved to South Korea with the prospects of being close to your friends and getting a good job where you didn’t struggle paycheck to paycheck. And then all of that went to shit. After borrowing all the money you could from friends and family back in the states, you picked up a job at a small book store. But that’s wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough to make ends meet.

What is a girl to do who’s shit out of luck and can’t catch a break? You did what you would hope no one ever would find out; you became a camgirl and did sex videos to make money.

You became numb to your schedule. Bookstore for the majority of the day, then rush home and turn on that camera and get naked. Quite frankly in the beginning you didn’t mind it too much. Other than the occasional paranoia of someone you care about finding out what you do, your sex drive made the humiliation tolerable.

You were throwing your usual pity party as you got on your knees and started to sort out books by alphabetical order, not realizing the pair of eyes that were watching you closely. You self-consciously tugged at your mini skirt and pulled up your tight blouse, knowing better you should have packed an additional set of clothes and not worn your “other job’s uniform” to work. But you didn’t have the time today. You never wore such an outfit to the bookshop but you were strapped for time and your work slacks were in the wash.

“Pardon me-“

“AHH!” You screamed and dropped the books as you turned around on your knees, glasses almost falling off your face.

The man in front of you in a suit and tie gave an amused look, smirk plastered on his handsome face as he took a step back.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He said as he squatted down to retrieve a book that made its way in front of him. Your cheeks flushed and you adjusted your glasses as you took in the gorgeous stranger in front of you.

“Oh, it’s quite alright, I startle easily, I think.” You said, trying to push past the embarrassment as he handed you the book in his hand.

“Well, try not to. It’s not like you’re alone here.” The man said as he smirked, knowing full well she was in fact alone today in her day shift.

“Oh, well I actually am today.” You said as you placed one book on top of the other, your cheeks feeling like they were on fire.

“What? You are?” The man bullshitted in false pretense and even let out a small tsk. “Well, I do apologize for startling you, ma’am.” He gave a smile and held out his hand to you. It was only then that you realized you were looking for support to stand up from the ground. Could this get anymore embarrassing?

You took the stranger’s soft hand and stood to your feet, smiling back until you heard a small pop.

More embarrassing? Well, it just became absolutely, painfully humiliating.

His eyes went wide as he narrowed down to your chest. A button had popped off your top, revealing the top of your breast and the lacy red bra underneath. You slowly looked down at yourself and then brought your gaze up to the man’s surprised face.

“Well, now that I have made a complete and total fool of myself, twice, I’m gonna go back and do my inventory before my skirt falls off or I throw up.” You gave the gentleman a bow and turned around, wanting to drop dead at that very moment.

“Oh, miss, I don’t scare easily. At all.” You turned around, holding the books to your chest like some school girl talking to her crush.

“Actually… I was wondering if I could talk to you for just a second.” He said while slipping a hand into his pocket and placing his briefcase on the floor.

Your eyes went from the briefcase to his face a few times. “Sorry, we’re not soliciting anything at the moment, sir.” You said, pushing the glasses once more up your nose.

He grinned again and you felt your pussy spasm. What the fuck, bitch? Why are you so quickly smitten by any handsome man that shows you interest? But there was something about this man… This Salesman?

“You know, I get that a lot… But I would love to steal a moment of your time.” You bit your lip at his words, your high heels tapping against the tile floor loudly.

And the Salesman couldn’t help but to take in your figure, feeling like a fucking perv at that moment.

“I… I’m-I’m so sorry, I really need to get back to what I’m doing but if you have any questions about any book…” you started to turn around, starting to feel a bit nervous but his voice made you stop on your track.

“There’s no one here… Y/N.”

Your eyes went wide and you were struck with fear. You did not own a name tag for anyone to know your name. What. The. Fuck?

You slowly turned on your heel, removing your glasses and you felt your heart pounding in your ears.

“… Who are you?” You said in a shaky voice. And of course, that caused the man to grin wickedly.

………

“You want me to do WHAT, now?!”

You both were sitting on a desk behind the bookstore, your feet tapping once more as you listened to this man’s ridiculous words.

“I’m asking for you to play a game with me.” He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out two envelopes, a red one and a blue one. Why the hell was this man smiling so damn much knowing he was scaring the fuck out of you? And why did he have to be so fucking handsome?

“For money?” You asked, earning a nod from him.

“Against you?” And that earned another nod from The Salesman.

Your eyes went from the envelopes to his eyes, your breath caught in your throat. “What’s the worse that can happen, Y/N?” He asked, cocking a brow as he tilted his head slightly.

You swallowed hard, silence filling the store for a moment.

‘It would be so easy, Y/N. And you can give up your second job.’ You thought deeply for a second. A shaky hand reached up to his, slowly inching up to the red envelope when you stopped yourself.

“… No. No, thank you.” You said and stood up, fearing the worst about this game and where it would lead.

That took The Salesman by surprise and he gave you a confused look.

“Aren’t you sick of working in a bookshop, living paycheck to paycheck with no end in sight?”

So he didn’t know? About your second income? What a fucking relief!

“Actually, sir, I don’t live paycheck to paycheck. Not anymore. Thank you for your offer, but I’m gonna have to respectfully decline. Now if you’ll excuse me…”

‘Second income? She doesn’t have a second income.’ He thought to himself as he placed the envelopes back in his chest pocket.

“There’s no need to lie, Y/N. I know this is your only source of money and you need it badly.”

There was a switch in your brain the second you looked up at the old grandfather clock. It was time to clock out and go to your second job. It was as if another personality took over your body and you slowly turned to face him, a sensuous look on your face as you started to approach the Salesman.

Now it was his turn to swallow hard as he gave you a quizzical look. You strutted to him, hands at your hips until you were inches from him, and then you trapped him against the desk, hands slamming down on each side of the desk.

“If only you knew.” Your voice changed, your nose just a hair away from his and his eyes went wide.

“Wait, what are you doing?” He asked as he pulled back away from you.

“I make more than you probably do, sir. Way more… And you don’t wanna know. Trust. Me.” Your nails dragged against the desk and you pulled away from him, leaving the Salesman with confusion and a hard-on he wasn’t expecting.

“Now, lock up!” You threw the store keys at him, his hands barely catching them as you stood tall with dripping sexuality. “I trust you to have a goodnight, dear sir.” You grabbed your Louis Vuitton from beside the desk and strutted away, slamming the front door. And he was so damn confused. A second form of income was not at all in your file.

“Well… That’s a new one.” The Salesman thought to himself, eyes moving rapidly in confusion.

‘She’s lying. And I’m gonna make her play the game. One way or another.’

#squid game #the salesman #the salesman squid game #the salesman x reader #squid game smut #drabble #gong yoo #gong yoo imagine #the salesman smut #f!reader

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