#frontman squidgame

[molinavalentin]

We found love in a hopeless place

[frontmansbitch]

Can you please do a frontman x waitress!reader smut

His Meal (Front Man x Waitress!Reader)

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

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

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

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

PART 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

Crash!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[frontmansbitch]

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

Red Light, Green Light (Front Man x Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes sir,” you reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[frontmansbitch]

Front man with serial killer reader that he bailed out of jail?

Fuck Respect (Front Man x Serial Killer!Reader)

♡ Synopsis || The games need an extra spice to keep things more entertaining. The Front Man has been tasked to settle an agreement with the one that has been found to be the most competent for this role, even if it means they are a notorious serial killer who is known to play by their own rules.

♡ Content warnings || Handcuffed, teasing, switching power dynamics, fingering, edging, basically hate fucking but there’s more hate than actual fucking

♡ Author’s note || Ooo, love how different this is, I like it! Unfortunately, that only makes it equally as hard to meet expectations. Most people want the porn instead of the plot, but there's more dialogue here than action, sorry. I am also a bit worried that I went too off-topic and OOC, the reader here is more of a brat than a serial killer. I hope this is still satisfactory for you and enjoyable for everyone else to read though!

+ The Reader does not have a specified gender or sex in this! They can be whatever you want them to be.

Just when you thought you got your ticket to freedom, you wake up in another prison. The last thing you remember was some men wearing hot pink taking you out of jail. Now, you are locked in a room with your dominant hand cuffed onto the chair you were placed on, trying to regain your senses.

“You are up,” a deep voice, almost mechanical, broke the silence.

“Who are you? Where am I?” voices echoed as you spoke at the dark figure in front of you.

“I am here to make a deal,” the dark blur continued. “We have observed your capabilities and have concluded that you would be a suitable asset for us.” It wasn’t long after until your vision cleared up, and you could see the person talking to you. He sat directly on the opposite side of you, looking inscrutable. Never mind, he wore an expressionless mask that covered his entire face.

“Tch, and I thought cheap Halloween masks were my thing.”

"We have heard about the machinery you can produce, and like them to be a valuable addition to our annual games."

"Games?" you question. "You brought me here to make some party games for you?"

"These games are different, and quite possibly may be of your liking," he said.

Ah, you get it now. "So you want me to help you create a killing game?" This definitely wasn't the first time someone asked you to build stuff for them. "What's in it for me?"

"We can guarantee your freedom and safety," the guy in black continued. He opened a large briefcase in front of him. "And we will also give you this."

Piles of money were stashed neatly inside. There was no doubt that there was at least ten million won in there, no, even more maybe. You’ll admit it, there was a lot, but it’s not anything new to you.

“I don’t need my freedom and safety to be in your hands,” you scoff. “And money means no shit to me”

“We understand that you are an independent individual, and have expected your reluctance,” he answered. “We still had hope that we could convince you to join. Trust us, we can all help each other.”

“Who the fuck is ‘we’?” you exclaimed. “I don’t even know who you are, how am I supposed to know about every other person you are referring to? Why the fuck should I trust you?”

“You are Y/N, an infamous serial killer who used advanced technology to eliminate your victims and discarded them in unique ways. Your years of murder were finally put to an end when you were caught in October 2007,” he said. “I am the Front Man here. The point of our organisation is to allow everyone an opportunity to redeem themselves here.”

“Well, looks like you have done your research,” you acknowledge. “Firstly, I don’t see myself as just a serial killer. I like to call myself more of an artist.” You slightly lean closer. “Secondly, if you know me so well, why did you leave one of my hands uncuffed? I can easily pick one of these,” a grin widened on your face, “aren’t you afraid I can kill you right here if I wanted to?”

“I know how foolish this may be, but this was to prove that we trust you,” he reached into his pocket and revealed a gun. “If you don’t cooperate, I can kill you right here if I wanted to as well.”

“Bullshit.” Your grin slightly grew. “If you trusted me, you wouldn’t keep using the term ‘we’. You are nothing but a minion, aren’t you?”

“I cannot disclose any information about the Host if that’s what you are implying.”

“I’m just saying, why should I accept your offer if you can’t do one simple thing of trusting me? Come here then, prove to me that you trust me as much as you trust your boss’s orders.”

“You have to promise to stay.”

“Sheesh, you must be obsessed with me if you need me that badly. Come on then, I will stay if you prove you actually have faith in me.”

Slowly, he followed your orders and crept closer to you. “Still so hesitant. Put the gun down, and come down here.”

The Front Man put his gun down, away from where he could reach. He kneeled down closer to you until you could see a little shine in his eyes behind the mask. The realisation of the power you now had soiled your brain. There was so much you can do now with your captor vulnerable like this, you decide you should take this opportunity to have some fun.

"You can see my face, show me yours now," you say as you slip your uncuffed hand underneath his hoodie, brushing his hair.

The Front Man grabs your wrist and pushes it aside. "I have already shown you my trust, now keep your end of the deal and join us."

"Did I say that?"

"You said you would stay."

"Yeah, stay here. It's not like I am going anywhere anyway," you let out a slight, maniacal giggle.

"This conversation is not leading anywhere. I will wait for your final decision,” he remarked as he was about to leave.

"Pff, boring. Don't you ever have anything fun to do?" As he was about to walk away, you grab his hand.

"Let go."

"Loosen up a little," you said. "I bet you never had real fun before." His hand slightly quivered, making you feel more powerful. "Did you know, fear can lead to arousal."

Within a second, you pull his hand towards in between your thighs. Biting your bottom lip, you lock his hand until all he could do is try to struggle to release it. "Aa, fuck~ You know you want to.~"

He stops after his second attempt to release his hand, staring dead into your eyes.

"You are making a mistake."

"Puh-lease, I am only helping you," you answer. "It's clear to me that you don’t follow anything beyond your orders. I am the one giving you a chance now, a chance for your freedom, a chance to take what you deserve."

"What exactly do you think you can give me?"

"Everyone needs a little slut to show what one is really capable of," you remark in a suggestive tone, "Or perhaps you actually like being a little bitch who obeys commands." He makes no comment.

Your moans mixed with small cackles as you grinded yourself on his hand. "Aaa~ Mister, or do you prefer master? You are going to make me come~"

Roughly, he pulls his hand away, claiming back his ownership. "That's enough."

“Pussy,” you pouted while you watch him take his gloves off. “You can’t stay like this forever. Even someone like you will end up snapping.”

“You act like you know what I need, but I can easily see what you truly desire.”

He certainly knew how to keep stoic. “And what might that be?”

“You act like you are divine, but even you know it’s to hide how pathetic you really are,” he stated.

“You better watch your words, Mr Front Man.”

“Along with that, the lack of physical contact has driven you to feel desire in many different ways,” he said while still sounding monotonous. “You have reached so low that you crave the slightest forms of touch. I can see the temptation right through your eyes.”

“What are you, a detective?”

“Maybe I was.”

You were about to make another silly remark, but while you least expected it the Front Man cuffed your free hand onto the chair.

“Hey, what do you think you ar-” before you could finish, the Front Man’s hand slipped in between your legs, lining up with your entrance.

The sudden loss of dominance silenced you. You tried to struggle your way out, but all you could feel was the presence of the man in front of you enjoying it. Maybe deep down, you actually wanted this shift of power.

His fingers outlined your passage. “This should help you behave.”

“I could kill you for this you know?”

“Why would you? ‘You know you want to’,” his final comment was before he forcibly slid one of his fingers in. Ah, you felt yourself wrap around him. His constant glaze at you made you feel more embarrassed than you should. God, he was really showing you who was in charge here. Slowly, he built up momentum, pushing his finger in and out of your insides. He explored through your tunnel in many ways, enough to prevent each other from getting bored.

Another one slipped in, creating a scissoring motion inside you. You bite your cheeks in order to hide any unwanted sounds coming out of your mouth. Fuck, why was he good at this? He penetrated his fingers in you steadily, but with a strong passion. He knows how to make you feel good. If he kept this up he might as well-

A third finger slipped in, and this time you bite yourself harder. This is the most you recall ever being in you. The glare from behind the Front Man’s mask intensified as he kept tampering with your insides. It wasn’t clear whether he was constantly observing in case you escape, to make sure you were enjoying it, or just for him to see you weak. You didn’t know whether to moan loudly to spite him or to keep silent and show how much you hate being used as a tool. Like that would matter, he brought you here to use you in one way or another. It didn’t matter whether it was for your labour or his own personal pleasure. Just when you thought you could not get any more exposed and helpless, his touch suddenly sent a shock through your spine.

“Found it,” he said when he noticed your reaction, despite how hard you tried to hide that pleasure. His police instincts made him more perceptive than anyone else.

“Fuck you.”

“No, I am the one fucking you.” He strongly brushed his fingers past that one sweet spot, making you grunt.

Oh god, you were close. How could you possibly already come this close? Surely you could last at least a few minutes, he barely even did anything to you. But no, you were coming, and he knew it. His mask may be emotionless but his lust was clearly seen. Just as you were about to climax, he drew his fingers back out.

“What the fuck?”

“I thought you didn’t like it.”

“Didn’t mean you could stop.”

“Why should I keep going? You are no use to me.”

Damn, he was making you do it no matter what.

“Fine, I will join your team or whatever. Just don’t leave me turned on here like this!”

“I can do whatever I want with you.” Man, was he really testing your limits. “Not only will you listen and work with us, but you will learn to respect the way we do things here. Only then, I will reward you.”

There was nothing you could do. Your desire had grown way too far, and there was no stopping now. You couldn’t kill him either, not like this. What was the worst that could happen?

“Alright, I promise I will be an obedient little pig. Just hurry up and finish what you started.”

[frontmansbitch]

Your smut has me dreaming of the Front Man pulling a soldier away from all game duties and just keeping them 24/7 in his quarters waiting for him so he can have some relief after a stressful day

LMAOOO GOOD I LOVE THIS SKJEFKJBAHAHHAHAA

[frontmansbitch]

bruh thank u for creating a space where i can simp for front man without being judged cuz i dont see many ppl simp for him- we are a rare breed 😭

Don’t worry bae, I gotchu 🤞

While everyone else simps for the pink soldiers, people like us are after the real deal 💪😤

Anyway, I am going to use this message as a way to reassure you guys I am still alive.

No, I am not abandoning this account, discontinuing it or anything, this account is still active. I just hope you all don’t lose interest in Squid Game or the Front Man by the time I start writing again.

Lately, I have been busy with many things going on. I did not have a free schedule, thus why I have been inactive. Even though I enjoy writing fics, I had many things to juggle at once which limited my time.

I will get back to writing towards the end of the year (possibly after Christmas) when I can get a break. Don’t worry, I will be back, I wouldn’t want to leave all you dehydrated peeps thirsty for content, especially with all these requests just lying around ;)

[frontmansbitch]

Was the front man a former police officer according to your fan-fiction ?

Actually, I heard that in Hwang In-ho's game files it mentions him about formerly working for the police (it is a very rough translation)

I attempted to use Google Lens and Google Translate's camera function to see for myself, unfortunately, none of them could read this screenshot properly :\ So instead I tried to write out each character manually and used Google Translate (which is an extremely unreliable method)

What I got was along the lines of him attending Police University from 1995-1999, and I think he was unemployed at the time they made this file. I do not know or understand anything Korean, so please do not use me as your only reliable source.

Here's a better translation. This screenshot was taken from @likeghostsinthesun. I found out about this through their post, so be sure to check out what they discovered!

[frontmansbitch]

WHY DID I NEVER REALISED HIS HAIRCUT 😭😭😭

he's going through his emo phase