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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."

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gurlbesimpin · 2 years

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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.

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broken-child2024 · 2 months

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Squid Game with Jeffrey and Benjamin UwU

Inspired by: @ijustwannahavefunn

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prettyboybyers · 2 years

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Okay yes I'm excited for the stranger things part of tudum but...

HEARTSTOPPER 2

SQUIDGAME 2

ENOLA HOLMES 2

LIKE? YES?

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neorice · 1 year

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Squid Game Pixelart

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lilmaravilla · 2 years

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Promises (Sae-Byeok x Reader)

warnings: mentions of trauma and sadness. there are mentions of death and blood as well. a few curse words will be present in this story so just a heads up. please let me know if I missed any other warnings! key: Y/n = your name. L/n = last name. E/c = eye color. H/l = hair length. H/c = hair color summary: Sae-Byeok and Y/n have been inseparable from the first game. Speaking of their traumas and pain, promises are made. Before the last game, it seems that some promises have to be broken.

There was no doubt that player 027, known as L/n Y/n, had an attraction towards player 067, who was known as Sae-Byeok. Those two made sure they both made it out of each game alive. At times, one of them would come out with the emotional trauma of having to survive. For Sae-Byeok, the game that fucked her up was the fourth game; the Marbles. For Y/n, the game that fucked them up was the second game; Honeycomb.

"I am right here. You don't need to put up a show for me. You are hurting inside and I can see right through you," whispered Y/n as they sat on Sae-Byeok's bed. Slowly grabbing the blanket and pulling it over the woman's shoulders. The players had just finished the fourth game.

"Her name was Ji-Yeong. She let me walk out of that game alive. Told me she had nothing to live for. Told me we were going to have a girl's night out and make Mojitos," she sobbed out, leaning her head into Y/n's chest. Her tears soaking their sweater. "I don't even know what mojitos are."

"Hey. Hey. I know, darling. I know it hurts," Y/n comforted as they rubbed Sae-Byeok's back. Looking at all the surviving players, there was no doubt that everyone was miserable. They all had lost someone special. Or well... almost everyone.

"She wanted to go to Jeju Island with me. She had nobody and so she let me win the stupid game!" she nearly yelled for everyone to hear. "I should've never chosen her! Maybe like that, she would be conversing with us!" "Listen, I may not have known her, but I promise when we get out of here, we will go to that island and have those mojitos in her honor. I promise you," said Y/n as they kissed Sae-Byeok's head and held her closer, if possible. They hated seeing her so sad. "I promise Ji-Yeong and you that we will win the money and do the things she wanted to." The fifth game had just ended and both Sae-Byeok and Y/n had been instructed to change into new outfits the guards had provided them with. Almost like a reward for them winning the second to last game. That game had consisted of players jumping over glass panels to get across a bridge. Only four players didn't fall to their death in that game. Though looks can deceive when you are high off of adrenaline for passing a game. All glass panels that remained shattered and sent glass flying everywhere. Y/n had left the game with a minor injury to her chest.

"I look like a butler and this fucking... wound stings like a bitch!" Y/n yelled at the mirror as they began to clean the blood off of their chest. "I hope Sae-Byeok is okay. I haven't seen her." Unbeknownst to Y/n, Sae-Byeok was in a different bathroom wondering the same thing. Trying hard to stop her abdomen to stop bleeding. A glass shard had torn her skin and now had her leaving a bloody mess in that bathroom. Panting and sweating, she hoped that Y/n wouldn't notice the blood. Grateful that each player who remained was able to change in the privacy of their own bathroom. A lovely dinner was set up for the last four players: Player 027, Player 067, Player 218, and Player 456. The vibe in that room was one of uneasiness and hatred. Though that wasn't what Y/n was worried about. They were more worried about Sae-Byeok barely touching her food. A discomforted look was evident on her face and Y/n knew that there was something bothering her. Was it perhaps how little knowledge they had of the last game? What would happen with the money? Was it Gi-Hun and San-Woo's looks of hatred towards each other from across the table? At that point in time, anything could have been bothersome to Sae-Byeok. In that place it seemed that almost any negative thing was possible. In that hell they both had to experience. No matter the circumstances, Y/n was still determined to keep the promise she kept to Sae-Byeok and Ji-Yeong. It could cost them their life but they were going to make sure Sae-Byeok makes it out alive from this wretched place that reeks of death. No matter what consequences they had to face, Y/n was going to keep Sae-Byeok alive.

After dinner, the last four players sat in the first room they woke up in. The emptiness was unbearable, for only 4 beds remained from the 456 that were once placed there. Only four players from 456 remained and that made shivers run down y/n's spine. The last unrevealed game was now on their mind. The same question they had prior to every other game: what is the new game? One look at Sae-Byeok and of all Y/n's concerns for what the last game could be faded. Sae-Byeok had been dozing off countless of times as if she were tired. It was as if she had been cursed to be put to sleep, concerning Y/n about her well-being. No words or gestures came from Sae-Byeok's mouth or body to let them know that they were doing okay. Player 456, also known as Seong Gi-Hun, began walking towards her, the blade that was given to him present in his hand. Becoming alert, Y/n quickly stood up and ran towards them, hoping he wouldn't try anything. Red flags were present because of the blade and so Y/n held their own against his neck. "Woah woah! I'm not going to hurt her. Just want to help her out. It's weird for her to be dozing off like this and... hey.. Hey!" he exclaimed and reached down to hold her. Y/n wasn't going to lie when they say they felt jealousy course through their veins when Gi-Hun held Sae-Byeok close to him. The jealousy soon faded away when they looked at her shirt. A crimson red stained the white shirt she was wearing, causing Y/n's eyes to widen. A hitched breath escaped her lips in realization that Sae-Byeok had gotten injured with the glass shards from the last game.

"You're bleeding out?! Why didn't you say anything?!" Y/n yelled and placed a hand over the wound. Y/n wasn't usually the type to panic or stress out in these types of situations but it was the girl that they had fallen in love with. "I'm sorry. I know it hurts! I just. . . dammit, don't you dare give up on me, you hear me?!" "Y/n...y-y/n I l-love you. Don't you forget that, okay/ Go to Jeju I-island for Ji-Y-yeong and me. Keep your promise," she spoke with pain evident in her voice. "Shut up! Stop talking right now! Save your strength. Live for me, dammit! Please! Please stay with me. . ." pleading, Y/n's e/c eyes filled with tears. Heart pounding against their chest; the pain finally settling in. Were they going to lose Sae-Byeok?

Gi-Hun's P.O.V. Tears were evident on player 027's face, rolling down their cheeks and onto Sae-Byeok's own face. Knowing they were both in pain, I sprung into action and ran to the big doors that separated us from our freedom, apart from the walls. Since I arrived to this place, no doubt ever crossed my mind about Sae-Byeok being strong. She was strong, yes, but at this moment I could tell her body and mind were weakening with the blood loss. The same went for Y/n. I just don't know their strength or how much heartbreak they can take if they lose their lover.

"Hey! Hey! We need help! She's lost a lot of blood!" yelling in distress was all I could do as my fists began to bang on the metal doors. No way was I going to lose another friend to death. "There's a badly injured girl! Is anybody out there?!" I breathed heavily as the hope of someone being out there to help my dear friend out was dying. Frustration and rage filled my being, causing me to punch those doors even harder. "Get in here you assholes! Someone is dying and I am sure you need her alive for the next game! Someone out there, please, answer me!" I begged and slammed my palms against those steel doors. Sae-Byeok's blood now decorating them a crimson red. My hope was slowly fading that anyone would listen and show up.

No longer pounding on the door, I panted in exhaustion of slamming my hands too hard. All my hope had faded away until the lights flickered on and those damn doors opened. The alarm blaring and for once, it was music to my ears.

"Oh! Hey! Can you please get a doctor?! She has lost a lot of blood!" I held on to one of the guards, nearly falling on my knees to beg them for a doctor. I wanted Sae-Byeok alive. Not for my sanity but for y/n's. "Hurry! Please! She's. . " but there was never a finished sentence from my mouth. I had been pushed to the side as several guards walked into the first room holding a coffin.

'No. . please don't let her be dead,' was my only thought. Quickly facing towards my two beloved friends in disbelief hoping she wasn't dead. Horror took over my very being upon what I was seeing.

San-Woo was standing over Sae-Byeok's bed, holding on to Y/n. Blood running down his face. tainting the white shirt he wore.

Sae-Byeok's P.O.V My heart had stopped. My world had crashed down. My wounds no longer stinging with pain. Adrenaline now filling my veins when I laid eyes upon San-Woo holding onto my lover.

"NO!!!" I yelled out with all the rage that had filled my body. The physical pain now gone as only emotional pain took over. Before my eyes stood my y/n wrapped in the arms of San-Woo. Both of them entangled in a dance of death when his blade pierced right through her heart.

"Let her go!! Let her go now!!" yelled out Gi-Hun, pushing San-Woo away and holding onto Y/n. Jolting from my bed, I pushed him away as well and held my dearest Y/n close. Caressing her face and crying at the cough of blood she let out. "H-hey. . remember what you told me? You told me to stay with you so now you have to stay with me, do you u-understand..?!" I semi-yelled at her, regretting it the next second when her body flinched. "You can't leave me. . not like this. I need to know what it feels like to love you in Heaven. Not in this hell."

"Promises. . .," came their soft voice, whimpering in pain. "S-some promises.. are meant to be.. broken," they spoke, looking straight into my tear-filled eyes. "I was already in Heaven.. just by b-being.. n-near ..y-you...".

"It's okay! It's okay if you break your promise, you just have to stay with me, okay?!" I spoke, staring right into her eyes, only, there was no more life in them. . .

"Y/n? Y/N, NO!!! PLEASE!!!" I shouted and cradled their deceased body close, missing the warmth they had radiated.

My heaven was gone. My promise to a new life...was gone.

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