Okay, I may have taken to many screenshots (there’s more than this) of Le Vieux but I don’t care because I love him and this special is probably the only way I’m gonna ever see him… They’re also for reference
can I request for Se-mi x fem reader where the reader is one of the pink triangle guards? Where she protects Se-mi and helped her get out of the game by betraying the other guards.
First ever ask!! Ofc ofc :D
Player Se-Mi x FEM! Guard Reader
Warnings: None.
A/N: Well…this became a lot longer than I anticipated! I hope you all enjoy!
Life has always been cruel to you.
And, you supposed you have been cruel back.
Your parents never cared about you, letting you wander the streets alone until you one day got lost.
You still remembered what happened, even though it transpired years ago.
It was dark out, and in the alleyway where you stood, not even the city lights could really dispel the darkness around you.
Of course, like any child your age you were scared. Your hands had trembled, your lips curled into a sob, hoping that maybe just this once, your parents finally cared enough to rescue you.
But, that never happened, now had it?
You never were a stupid child; you were intimately aware of what horrors could unfold in this world -but you had never really, truly seen it happen firsthand.
Of course, that changed.
There was a clatter of metal against the dirtied cement, a scream, and then before you knew it you were face to face with a sad sod of a man.
Though you barely remembered his words, you would always recall his hands-large and meaty-sinking deep into your delicate shoulders as he shook you with the desperation only a man in his final seconds of life could conjure. He was begging you to...save him, but from what you still hadn't known.
But before you could move, scream, or do anything of the sort, you heard a bang. Skin and flesh alike flew from his forehead, and his eyes rolled back to his skull as he suddenly slumped before you, coating your body with his blood.
And then, the man's limp body was pulled back, and as you cowered there in the dirt, you finally saw the face of the killer.
As he would later admit, he was just as surprised to see you as you were to see him.
The man readied his gun...but couldn't bring himself to shoot a child.
And so, instead, he gently ushered you to a black van parked by the side of the road, tied a blindfold over your eyes, and took you to the games.
He pleaded and begged the Front Man to let a child stay with him, arguing that you had no one left. And, in a way, you supposed that was true.
Eventually, the Front Man had agreed, and you would spend your formative years living with the man who saved you.
It was...certainly a sight to behold, watching a child roam the halls that, just hours ago, were soaked in blood.
And, when you were of age, you were granted a mask and an outfit. It was a triangle mask, just like the one of the man who saved you.
In another life, perhaps you would’ve been happy, ridding the world of the trash with you and the man who had saved you.
But again, life struck, and this time it took away him too.
Apparently, he had spared a contestant he was meant to kill.
And, just like that, it was as if your world had crumbled all over again. At first, you were in denial. That man, whom you had grown to love as a father, was a ruthless killer. Surely they had misunderstood the situation? Surely, it was only a matter of time before he would've killed the player?
But, you soon learned that life had no time for your pondering. You would have to move on forward.
Your loss had...changed you. Soon, you would be known as one of the coldest of killers. You would spare no one, and relished in the panicked screams of the players.
After all, these vermin weren't human, right? And, those worms were what took your adoptive father away from you.
Not once did you ever question this sentiment. Sure, sometimes you felt fleeting sympathy, but that had never been enough to stop you from pulling the trigger.
You were a robot. You were ruthless.
But then, you met her.
The first time you two had locked eyes was outside of the games.
You were in a convenience store, buying some snacks and a drink for yourself. Hell, you were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn't even realized it was your turn to pay until she cleared her throat.
"Hey, are you gonna pay or are you content with keeping your head above the clouds?"
Her voice was...soothing. It wasn't gentle by any means, but something about it stirred something in your heart.
You scrambled back, nearly knocking over the bag of makeup items behind you.
You turned to her, cheeks flushed, trying to regain some ounce of dignity, but it was to no avail. People never talked like that to you anymore; they were either too fearful or simply thought you weren't worth their time.
She tilted her head, lips curling into a grin as she leaned onto the table.
"So...are you going to pay or what?"
You only nodded, too fearful that if you spoke you would sound like a diseased frog. Without even looking back, you slammed the necessary payment onto the counter and hurried out the door.
The girl was only wearing a standard employee uniform.
So how did she look so damn pretty?
Despite that lackluster first meet, though, you had always come back. When you had entered the shop the next day, her eyebrows had furrowed in surprise and a grin danced across her lips.
She set aside the plastic cup she was holding and made her way to the register.
“I hope you don’t run off staring at clouds again,” She drawled, running a hand along the buttons of the register. “What can I get for you today, beautiful?”
How your ice cold heart didn’t explode at that very second was beyond you.
The days passed into weeks and soon, you found yourself visiting the store—her—every other day.
Eventually, you learned her name to be Se-Mi.
Se-Mi, Se-Mi, Se-Mi.
Her name dripped from your lips like the smoothest of honey.
You loved her piercings, her posture, and that damned smirk she always had.
She was so kind to you. You savored the quiet nights you'd spend with her out in the park, and whispered her name into your pillow before you slept.
Se-Mi had big, big dreams. Dreams of becoming a rockstar. Dreams of becoming a mechanic. Dreams of surviving this cruel world and making it out on top.
But, despite it all, you always kept her at an arm's length apart. After all, it was almost time for the games to begin. Soon, you would have to leave her to kill once again.
So, on the night before the first game would start, you left her a note on the convenience table where you two first met. You wrote of how you had to go, for your work was grueling and demanding, and you couldn't have her be caught in the crossfire.
You apologized for not meeting in person.
You never said goodbye. You couldn't. She needed to think of you as merely a fleeting presence, lest she catches feelings and finds out you're a killer.
You had planned on shooting your sorrows away.
So, imagine your surprise when you saw her wake up in the games.
Her? No, no, no, she couldn't be one of those disgusting vermin that plagued the streets. Se-Mi was so kind, so brave and headstrong.
She wasn't exactly well-off, but she couldn't have been struggling that much!
Surely, this was a mistake!
But, when you ran to the Front Man and asked him, he simply pulled out her file and handed it to you.
It was not a mistake. In fact, SeMi was drowning in debt.
"I trust this won't be a problem to you?" He asked, leaning back into his plush chair as he swirled the liquor in his cup.
You swallowed.
"Of course not, sir."
The Front Man stood still for a moment, then sighed.
“If you were anyone else, I would shoot you because clearly, this is a conflict of interest and we need to keep these games fair,” He finally said at last, shaking his head. “But…you have more than proved yourself to be loyal to us, to me. I trust you won’t abuse it?”
Your heart stopped when you felt his icy eyes on you. When you nodded, he smiled.
“Good, good. After all, I would hate to see you befall the same fate as 097.”
The Front Man motioned for you to leave.
“Do not fail me. 098.”
—
As you left the room, you could feel your heart racing. All of a sudden, it was so much harder to breathe, to walk.
A whirlwind of thoughts raced in your mind, though one drowned out the rest.
You wouldn't be kind to her. Your brief time with her meant nothing; after all, she wasn't human.
Right?
When you stepped into the area of the First Game, you could barely keep yourself upright. Your hands trembled, immediately flying to your face to make sure that your mask was still on. Your legs nearly buckled when you watched as Se-Mi enter the Red Light Green Light
The gun felt ten times heavier in your hands.
During the duration of the game, you would not shoot her.
Of course, you tried to tell yourself that you weren't giving her special treatment!
Everyone trembled in the games; if you shot everyone who shook slightly there would be no one left to inherit the prize! You were still impassive, it was still equal.
You didn't care about her. You never had.
But...like most lies people tell themselves, it came apart in the quiet of the night. Your fear for her echoed in every beat of your heart, in every gasping breath you took. You saw her lifeless body in the shadows, watched as bullets tore themselves into her skin and blood ran down her wounds.
Se-Mi, Se-Mi, Se-Mi. You couldn't let her die.
When the second game commenced, you could hardly suppress your nervousness as you watched her play Flying Stone.
It was a difficult game, after all.
And oh, when she passed through the finish line, you couldn't help but throw your hands in the air-much to the chagrin of your co-guards.
They stared at you questioningly, causing terror to sift in your heart.
During the third game, your eyes had met.
It was only for a split second, but feeling her gaze on you made you feel so...exposed.
Your cheeks grew hot and your hands felt slippery.
You loathed how she looked at you, like you were some sort of monster.
Though, you supposed she wasn't quite wrong.
When you watched as Player 230 and his lackey dragged another man away, leaving Se-Mi alone, it felt as if your heart was breaking. It took every willpower in your body not to shoot them on the spot for doing such a thing.
Though, that willpower still wasn't enough for you not to intervene in some way.
After making sure none of the guards were watching, you waved at her in the shadows. When her attention turned to you, you acted. Frantically, you pointed towards a trembling duo in the far right corner of the carousel.
The clock read ten seconds. If Se-Mi rushed, she could make it in time.
And, she did.
As you watched the door clamp shut behind her, a whirlwind of emotions appeared in your gut. What you just did couldn’t be chalked up to strictly following the rules.
You had helped her. You had tilted the odds to your favor by alerting her to safety. You had done the very thing the Front Man had warned you not to do.
So, why was it that you could barely summon any regret?
After Mingle had ended, you turned to leave, but stopped when you noticed Se-Mi trailing after you. Her arms were crossed together, and she chewed her bottom lip.
And then, she gave you the tiniest of nods.
Thank you, she mouthed.
You felt like your heart was exploding all over again.
For a brief moment, you thought that what you were doing was enough. You could oversee the games, and remain relatively impassive until Se-Mi was in danger, in which you could then give her a gentle nudge.
But then you remembered the next game.
The Special Game.
This time, instead of automated machinery, it was forks and fists. Instead of children’s games, it was pure, human violence. Instead of the threat of a bullet piercing through their skull, the only thing that would keep them going was their raw, unbridled rage for wanting to survive. Revenge would be enacted, and rivalries settled.
You couldn’t leave Se-Mi alone. There were too many unknown variables. Se-Mi never held back her tongue—it was one of the things you loved about her, in fact—but tonight it might also be what kills her.
Again, that terrible image of Se-Mi’s bloodied corpse popped into your mind. If she died, it would be all your fault because you let it happen.
Fear flooded your veins.
You won’t let that happen. You couldn’t lose someone else in this damned world. You couldn’t lose her.
That night, as the lights dimmed and the last of players were ushered from the bloodied bathrooms, you stared at the camera glued to the ceiling of your room. You knew someone was watching you on the other side, waiting.
Instinctively, you draped a blanket over your hands.
You couldn’t let them see how much they trembled.
Before you had meant Se-Mi, you never really cared about the camera in your walls. Sure, the lack of privacy was annoying, but in your mind, it also served as evidence to the higher ups that you were completely and utterly loyal to them.
In a way, they had saved you, after all.
But now?
The way the camera was angled—tilted so that it could observe every inch of your room—made your skin crawl.
Suddenly, it seemed as if the air was being choked out of your lungs. Obsessively, you grabbed your mask and held it up your face.
If you ran into the room and protected Se-Mi, you wouldn’t get another chance. The entire organization would be after you—he would be after you.
Were you really willing to betray everything you’ve known for a girl you’ve only known for months?
But then, you remembered the time you spent with her. You remember those starry nights, those quiet evenings, and those chaotic days that had you sweating with a stupid grin on your face.
Se-Mi made you feel alive. With her, you were no longer a robot, but a person, free laugh and giggle whenever you’d want without fear of losing face or risking a punishment.
It was then that intercom rang, its cheery tone a stark contrast to the indecision and uncertainty that broiled in your gut.
“Soldiers, please get ready,” It sang.
You let out a sigh and stood up, eyes trained to camera, to the Front Man.
Your decision was made.
—
The stomps of the other guards echoed across the corridors. You stood motionless, a gun in hand, as you pressed your hands against the cold concrete walls hiding you.
Soon, they would realize your absence and a search would be dispatched. But, for now, you were invisible.
Quietly, you slinked to a shadowy corner of the room. When you heard footsteps approaching, you ducked down and readied your gun.
Within moments, you saw the growing shadow of the manager. You crouched down, waiting for him to turn, then—
Without giving your doubt any time to fester, you leaped out of the shadows and pressed the gun to his head. Before he could shout, you shoved him against a wall and pulled out the pistol from his hoister.
“Move, and you die,” You snarl.
You watched as the man stammered, recognizing the tell-tale sign of fear alighting in his eyes through the mask.
“Y-you! What are you—“
You clamped his mouth shut.
“Shut up and take me to the players.”
The man trembled in your hands and a choked gasp escaped his lips. But, with another nudge of your gun, you got him to move.
When he started marching to the double decked doors, you smacked his back.
“Not there,” You whisper, grabbing his collar. “Take me through the tunnels.”
The man stiffened. His lips twisted into a question, then froze.
He nodded, and began walking the opposite direction.
From your adolescent years spent in the games, you had picked up upon your share of rumors. You heard of soldiers purposefully missing to harvest the organs of the eliminated, and you heard that there was a secret escape hatch hidden somewhere among the concrete walls.
But, what had drawn your attention the most, was the rumor that there was another way to enter the main lobby where the players slept.
A young, curious you had traversed through the halls and found that very corridor, though you soon realized that only a manager’s mask could open the door.
Now, an older and more jaded you stood in front of the same very doors, caressing the steel barrier with a new sense of urgency.
You had to move. Fast.
Already, you were hearing the beginnings of a brawl: A thump here, a curse there.
If you wanted any chance of saving Se-Mi, you had to act now.
Quickly, you shoved the man in front of the motion sensors and gestured for him to gaze into the center. It whirred softly, and then—
“Identity confirmed. Access granted.”
Letting out a shaky sigh, you knocked the manager out, and then ran into the tunnels. It was dimly lit, but you didn’t care.
The screams of fighting and flesh tearing bounced across the walls. At another time, you wouldn’t have cared, but right now, the sound terrified you to the bone
Soon, you saw a regular wooden door and immediately twisted the doorknob.
Immediately, you were met with the sight of utter brutality. Corpses littered the floors and blood soaked the survivors. Some screamed at the sight of you while others fell back, eyes trained on the gun in your hands.
“Where’s Se-“ You cut yourself off with a cough. “Where's Player 380?”
The woman closest to you fell to the floor.
“Do…do you mean Se-Mi?”
Before you could respond, you sensed footsteps approaching behind you. Without skipping a beat, you turned and coldly shot the two men creeping behind you.
They fell to the floor with a thud.
Then, you turned back and nodded.
The woman stared at you, more frazzled than ever. Instinctively, she stepped back.
“I…she should be over there,” She murmured, pointing to a corned of the room.
You nodded.
“Thank you.”
As you ran, you tried to ignore the surprised shouts and gasps from the other players. Most fell back when you aimed your gun at them, but some looked at you curiously.
You glanced back at the double doors, and cursed.
The cameras had no doubt exposed your location to the others. Already, guards were pouring in, guns at the ready.
You were running on borrowed time.
You rounded a corner and stayed near the shadows. Then, you heard a piercing scream that belonged to Se-Mi.
Gasping, you bolted towards the voice. There, you saw a man shoving her against the wall, sinking something into her neck.
You didn’t stop to think about it. You shot him in an instant.
Se-Mi fell to the floor, gasping for breath.
Blood was still flowing freely from the glass shard that lay pierced in her jugular.
Fuck, you would have to take care of that later.
You looked back. The gunshot had alerted the other guards, who were now running to you, screaming.
Running in raw adrenaline, you hoisted an injured Se-Mi into your arms and zig zagged across the pillars holding the bunk beds. Bullets flew by you and one grazed your shoulder.
You bit your lip, but didn’t make a noise.
“What are you doing?” Se-Mi demanded, fear lacing the edges of your tone. Her arms wrapped around your neck, angling her head in a way that rested against your shoulders.
You stiffened.
“I can’t let them hurt you.”
The second you whispered the words, you saw recognition flash in her eyes.
The beginning of your name was being murmured from Se-Mi, almost questionably, but the sound of footsteps approaching.
Cursing, you hid behind a pillar, and when their attention was drawn elsewhere you dashed to the corridor from where you entered.
The two of you were still breathing heavily when you set her down in the middle of the tunnel. You had locked the door, but you knew it was only a matter of time before they found you and broke in.
Still, you couldn’t help but ask, “A…are you hurt anywhere, Se-Mi?”
She stood there for a moment, rubbing her hands together. Her lip piercing glinted in the dull light, and for a few seconds you were enchanted by her. Blood clung onto her tracker, and you knew she hadn’t showered in days, but that still didn’t stop your heart from fluttering.
And then, she laughed.
Startled, you stepped back.
“Am I hurt?” She wheezed, and you immediately cringed at your question. “Of course I’m fucking hurt. I have this bitch of a wound on my jugular and I’m covered with cuts. Everything hurts like hell!”
Despite yourself, a blush raged on your cheeks.
“I-I, okay, that was a stupid question-“
“Terrible, even,” She chimed in, the faintest of smirks curling at the edges of her lips.
You nodded, “Yes, terrible and dumb but-“
You gestured towards her legs. “Are there any that would hinder you from running?”
Se-Mi frowned.
“No, not really.”
You blew out a breath.
“Good, because if we want to escape this place we need to be able to move. Fast.”
Gently, you helped pry the shard from her neck. It had stopped bleeding now, but it wouldn’t take much to reopen the wound.
“We have to get going, now,” You muttered, and started marching towards the other end of the hall.
“Wait,” Se-Mi hissed, tugging you back. Her voice was softer now, but still held conviction. “Aren’t you going to…explain yourself?”
You stopped, dread pooling in your gut.
When you turned to look at her, you couldn’t meet her gaze.
“I…fuck,” You glanced at the door, fearful that it would break open at any moment. “Se-Mi, we should do this later.”
You swallowed.
“I promise that when we get out of here, I’ll come clean and explain everything. But, right now we need to hurry and run while they still can’t find us.”
Se-Mi stepped closer. She laced your fingers together and flicked your mask.
“Can you still take this off,” She murmured, tugging you closer. “I want to see you. Not some…pink clown trying to cosplay the Nintendo loading screen.”
You let out a snort. “Pink clowns? I’m rather offended.”
Se-Mi smiled coyly. “Don’t spit on your luck, honey, that was my nicest of comparisons. And besides.”
She paused, her face growing softer. “I want to see you. I…I missed your face.”
That blush on your cheeks was now a raging inferno.
But, before you could reply, she added quickly, “Getting that letter really hurt my feelings, you know? I need to see your face again to make it easier for me to imagine giving you a nice, clean punch after all you did.”
You bowed your head. Despite the mirth, you could sense genuine pain hiding underneath. You knew you had a lot to make up for.
“I…understand.”
Tenderly, you unclasped your mask. Then, you slid down the jet black face covering, revealing your face to her.
Se-Mi gasped softly.
“It really is you,” She whispered.
Se-Mi cupped your face carefully, as if she was worried you were merely an illusion in her mind. You leaned into her touch, humming.
And then you felt soft lips on your own.
A gasp left your lips at the sudden contact, but then she kissed you again and suddenly all your thoughts vanished.
Roughly, she pinned you against the wall and laced your fingers with hers. The noise that left your lips was embarrassing.
When she finally pulled away, you were gasping for air. Your cheeks were blazing, and you were sure even the tips of your ears and neck were tinted with pink.
Se-Mi smirked at you, and pulled you by the collar. Just then, you heard pounding on the walls.
“You sure have a lot to make up for me once we’re safe,” She cooed. “Put your mask back on and lead the way, beautiful.”
You nodded dumbly, and started running.
A/N: Oh my God. I still can’t believe this ask grew so much, haha! If you guys want a part 2, please do not hesitate to let me know! I hope you liked it!
Non Squid Game AU
smut: bratty!reader, fingering, slight degradation
As someone said on tiktok, player 380 is a scissor sister 🤞
Lying on your bed, surrounded by the warmth and comfort of your home, you felt a surge of excitement as you heard the door open. All day you've been feeling needy, texting your girlfriend nonstop and maybe sending a suggestive pic or two to her phone while she was out. Se-mi enters the room, an unamused expression on her face as she locks the door behind her. The sly look in her eyes gives her away though.
Without a word, she crawls onto the bed beside you, her fingers tracing the curves of your body as she settled in. Her touch sent shivers down your spine, the intimacy of the moment leaving you breathless.
She scoffs. "This is all it takes to shut you up? Shit, you're desperate."
You just whine softly, making her smirk.
"What do you want me to do to you?~" Se-mi whispers, her voice husky with desire.
You couldn't find the words, your voice caught in your throat as she reached down to run her fingers through the folds of your cunt. Her fingers found their way inside, probing and teasing as she explored every inch of your vagina. "So fucking wet already, you slut."
You arch your back, moaning softly as she begins to fingerfuck you, her rhythm growing faster and more insistent. Your mind lost all thought as your body responded to the stimulation, waves of pleasure building with each passing second.
"More," you beg, your voice barely above a whisper.
Se-mi nods, her fingers dipping deeper into your cunt. You cry out as she hits your G-spot, the intensity of the sensations overwhelming you. Your orgasm crashes over you, leaving you shaking and helpless beneath her expert touch.
Your girlfriend's ministrations slowly come to an end and with a wet squelching noise, she pulls her fingers out of your cunt. She brings her hand up to your mouth and you obediently suck your own fluids off. Once you've cleaned her off, she slips her fingers out and connects her lips to yours.
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