#guard x reader

[matchesarelit]

Imagine If You Will...

Acting as the Frontman's PA, and having the Guard harem wrapped around your finger.

This part is:

PA Announcer

Musical Fan!reader

This will be a choose your adventure kind of thing where there will be multiple with jobs/specialties/interactions.

a/n: Hope you like Mamma Mia xoxo

Please don't hesitate to request!!

Walking a few steps behind the Frontman, peering through your silver mask and analysing the clipboard in your hands you updated your boss on the status of everything being prepared for the games.

Based on the grunts and scoffs he let out you crossed out and marked different items on the list. For a man of little words, he sure was good at communicating. After the large doors to the hall closed, you looked first to your boss then to the militia-like staff.

Handing over the checklist to the closest square, you nodded to your boss and turned to leave.

“Squares 1 through 16, Your men will be painting the halls. Squares 18 through 21, Your men will construct the bridge. Squares 22 and 23..." As you approached your office the front man's voice faded away.

There was a surprising amount of paper work for a company that strived to leave no traceable evidence, you supposed they needed to be completely aware of the crimes that the company had committed as to better cover their tracks. That being said, you would swear that the pile had grown since before breakfast.

So sitting down in your little office you pulled off your mask and began to sort through the first few files. After certain issues and unauthorised branches sprung up in the command structure of the previous year's games, you been given the tedious task of vetting all potential contestants.

The main rules were; no one with medical training, we cant have another spout of organ harvesting, no one with knowledge that could reduce or alter the difficulty of the games, aka no more glass guys, and so on and so forth for what seemed to be an unending and ever growing pile of filters.

You'd made it through half of the pile, removing a few of the contestants for their quote unquote leadership qualities, when an alarm chimed from your phone. Tugging forward the microphone you grabbed the notes from today's agenda, before crackling the speakers to life with the press of a button.

'It is now midday. Lunch will be available to grab under the sun for the next 90 minutes. Today's music choice is... mine and will be the entire Mamma Mia musical soundtrack followed by twenty minutes of me replaying my favourite songs.'

Pressing play on the album and turning off the microphone you opted to return to your work for the time being, only now there was the occasional humming along.

When a tapping came from your window you finally stopped, slipping your silvery mask back into place and tugging back the unnecessarily extravagant curtain you observed a single circle giving you a thumbs up.

Waving to him you stepped closer and peered to the side, down the hall stood a group grooving, and as you pressed your ear to the glass you could hear their voices singing along.

Sneaking your secure and very dumb brick of a phone out of your pocket you started to record, before noticing the circle was now waving for you to join them.

Deciding... screw it you leaned your phone against the sill and slipped out of the office to join the gaggle of guards. Only then did you notice just how loud the PA system was set to as the concrete under your feet vibrated with the music.

Dancing and singing along, the group seemed to grow as the album played on... until your boss' brash tone cracked over the system;

'Okay that's enough, go get your food.'

Oh yeah... lunch.

[swagyalastorwife]

Mitsuru x quiet!reader 🐦‍⬛💛

A/n: MITSURU IS HERES RRRRRAAAAA

⚠️warning⚠️: nooonnneee

You genuinely thought you could spend your day peacefully, off to the side, without drawing any attention a perfectly reasonable plan, until Mitsuru suddenly decided, for no valid reason at all, that YOU were now his main source of entertainment

"Alright, I have a very important question are you always this quiet, or did you just decide to break a personal record today?"

he says with a far too proud grin, as if he had just said something incredibly clever

You glance up at him, completely unfazed "I speak when it’s worth it. So far, I’m still waiting"

He freezes for a second, then bursts out laughing"Oh wow, so I’m not interesting enough, is that it? You know what, challenge accepted. I’m going to make you talk this is a personal mission now"

You let out a quiet sigh, but you don’t actually move away "Good luck" A few minutes later and far too many failed attempts he drops down next to you, dramatically exhausted

"Unbelievable… even my best jokes don’t work on you. I’m genuinely offended" You turn your head slightly toward him, a faint spark in your eyes "They were… decent"

He stares at you, shocked "Decent? That’s it? I at least deserve a laugh A small one. I’ll even take a fake one"

You hesitate for a second… then a soft laugh slips out despite yourself He immediately stops, looking at you like he just won something valuable

"THEREEI knew I’d get there." You look away, but your usual calm has slightly cracked "Don’t get used to it" He smiles, softer this time "Too late. I think I like it a lot better when I’m the one making you laugh"

I hoooope you likkke iiit💛🐦‍⬛

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Friendly Competition | Triangle!Guard x GN!Reader |

Gif by @delirivmtr3mens

Summary: You two seem to hold a competition when it comes on who takes more players down.

Warnings: Canon violence - Guns - Flirting - Organ Traffic - Reader gets called Sweetheart - MDNI -

Notes: Yes he is a bastard but I like him so if you dont then dont read. And I dont remember his number.

Player 104 The robotic voice in your left ear said. You checked throw the scope of your riffle and took the shot on his knee so he would not die fast.

Player 206 The voice said once more, this time you went to aim for her side when another shoot won yours and passed throw her liver.

"Really 033" You asked pulling your shirt to talk throw the small speaker. A male laught was your response, this was the only chance you got to know his real voice and not the robotic one the masks gave all of you.

"You need to be faster 013" He responded and you could hear the smile on his face as you repositioned yourself waiting for the next order.

Player 055 You took the shot it pierced the guy's heart. You cursed yourself mentally since it would mean less organs.

Player 405 You saw the male go down with a clean shot to the head

"You are welcome Sweetheart" His voice came once again and you had to bite down your lip to prevent the smile

"About what? You just disposed a good body" You responded looking once again as the doll sang

"And you shot one down throw the heart. Its that an indirect for me?" He joked to you as he positioned himself once more

"Im counting 14 on my side. Whats yours?" You asked to stop him from going further not that you were not liking it

A whistle rang throw your ear pircing it. "I believe we are on a tie Sweetheart. Maybe we should look for a new way on breaking this"

You could hear a small "why dont they fuck and be done" by other Guard. You felt pity for the rest. This has been going since you joined the games as a Guard.

Player 127 You were already on him shooting down at his feet then at his knee. You saw another one fall not to far away.

"15 and 15 Sweetheart, I know you can do better" His taunting yet alluring voice said

"Are going to let me win this round?" You asked back checking one again and shooting off when the voice ordered

"Temping. But I believe we should set a reward for the one who wins" Another one down "What are you doing after this" He taunted knowing fully well you two needed to follow protocol.

"Oh, I will be going out to dance tonight" You followed his joke hitting another player "Do you think you could follow my moves?"

"Sweetheart for you? I would follow anything" He flirted "I should be telling you that I dance hard, and I get that a lot"

Player 400 He was double shot by you and him and you had to bite down a laught from the side comments of the others.

The next song would be the last one and the reminded players behind the lines would be shot down. This was the last chance to break the tie. And you knew most Guards would let you and him have your own fun. You two were the best snipers of the Guards after all, all of them did bet on who would take down the most players. Even if they had to tolerate the flirting.

The Doll stopped and you wasted no time in taking down the rest of the players. You die not see their numbers or faces. For a lont time now you had detached yourself from it.

"Guards, collect your weapons and retire to your rooms. This time Guard 013 its the Guard with more kills followed by 033"

"Better luck next time 033" You called as you tucked down your gun and prepared to leave.

"Such a cold heart. Does this mean I dont get to dance with you tonight?" He asked, him pulling away his own weapon. His mind imagining yourself under the uniform and under him.

"You can knock yourself and figure it out" You responded "A warning, im a difficult dancer" You finally said pulling your mask back on.

"Oh, I would not have you any other way Sweetheart. Cant wait"

The doors opened and all of you stepped out. You could see his figure a few guards in front of you. He was all rigid and ready to follow the Square Guard orders.

It was small, very subtle but when you passed by him as he left his riffle you felt his gloved hand on you. A shiver down your spine by the idea of him coming to your room tonight.

It was luck the Front Man or other Guards seemed not to care at all. Hell maybe you two would be recorder and then the recording would be sold on the dark web.

Just as the door was closing behind you it was pushed open, guard 033 was there uniform still on. The door was pushed closed as he removed his mask and black cloth, his eyes full with desire were the first thing you saw and the messy hair.

He was on you in an instant pulling your own mask off and the cloth kissing your lips like he was starved from them. He caressed your sides urging you to get out from the uniform as he bite down on your lower lip. A suprised gasp left your mouth and he wasted no time in pushing his tongue inside. It explored yours, you got a small groan from him as you pulled his hair.

Still kissing he pushed you onto the bed, getting between your legs to let you feel just how much he wanted you. He licked your cheeck and bite down on the little flesh the uniform let see.

Moaning you removed your gloves to feel his hair now on your skin taking a mental note on how soft it was. When you feel his teeth on you, you pulled at his hair again harder getting now a full moan out of him.

"No marks" You warned, as you started to get out from the uniform.

"Sweetheart just time...I will let you call the shoots" His voice was raw with need as he kissed right where your pulse was. "Next time, and trust me there will be a next one. I will be the one who decides"

[banana-split-ing]

YOU WRITE FOR AMONG US ON GUARD YES PLEASE YES PLEASE Guard ozuggghhhhh guardddd.. ANYTHING with fuard bro...

OUGGHHFHFHFH I GOT YOU BRO, I GOT YOU

Guard is 100% pent-up and sexually frustrated AS FUCK. They keep saying that doing their job right is enough satisfaction for them, but, unfortunately, I just don't think their dick agrees with that. That's not to say that fantazing about BEATING THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS OUT of an impostor doesn't get their shit off, though. They think about that embarrassingly often…

Their obsession with watching the cameras isn't only fueled by paranoia. By now, there's an element of voyeurism to it that Guard does NOT want to acknowledge. You bet they're gonna be stalking you through them all day, every day, rubbing one out to you doing the most trivial things… They just love watching you exist, really.

Despite masturbating to you every other day, Guard won't really approach you. They stick to the Mira rulebook religiously, so they won't attempt to romance you directly… But they will FOLD the second you attempt anything with them, no questions asked.

At first, they'd try so hard to act nonchalant about it. It's just a casual hook-up. No big feelings, right? The way he absolutely DEMOLISHES you in bed tells you everything you need to know (although, I think they're much more likely to just bend you over their desk instead).

The way Guard rails you is full of desperation, longing and rage. They're gonna take their frustrations out on you in the best way possible, being maybe just a bit too rough the first time, but can you blame them? They've been waiting so long to do this, and it's finally happening, and they CANNOT last long enough to save their lives, the poor thing, but they will still try so hard to make you feel good as well.

In short, I think Guard is a total virgin who doesn't really know what they're doing, but their enthusiasm more than makes up for it. Plus, they recover pretty quickly and NEED to do it several times a day, just to blow off steam.

Even though they're normally pretty stiff and touch-adverse, Guard is the complete opposite when they're with you. Their hands would roam all over you, seeking weak points, groping you and getting familiar with every single inch of your body. They're actually really, REALLY touch-starved, and will get their fill every time if you let them. They just won't let go of you until you beg them to.

They absolutely cannot keep it casual btw. I'm sorry, they just can't. Guard is just naturally that intense, it's 100 or 0, no in-between. After your first time, they're gonna actively seeking you out, and bring you coffee, and attempt to make endearingly bad small talk, and reassure you they have everything under control... Of course they do, because they're watching your every single move over the cameras more obsessively than ever. They will never allow anything to happen to you. They're gonna lock you up at security with them if need be (and they will attempt to do this pretty often).

Blowjobs under the desk. If they do trap you in security with them, just give them a blowjob under the desk, that makes them nice and compliant real fast. They're gonna act very tsundere about it at first, but they will gladly let you and become completely pathetic the moment you close your lips around them. Their most submissive side at their finest.

For a while, they'd keep up a tough, dominant persona, satisfying their need for absolute control with your every encounter… But I think Guard might actually prefer being submissive. Please, by all means, do the thinking for them. Tie them up, take it real slow, or overstimulate them until their mind breaks, so they are completely, finally, truly relaxed for once, their soft, squishy body melting under your fingertips... They crave that blissful feeling so bad, and only you can do that for them.

I already hinted at this before but Guard is actually really into begging. Even as the dom, when they're about to cum, everything that comes out of them are broken little "please"s. If you throw a "Please what?" at them, they might just lose the ability to speak entirely and become completely, adorably incoherent.

WeLp i THInk that's it????? Uhm I hope you enjoyed it anon!!!!!!!! I tried my best!!! boy i love guard ouhghhfh

[watdahellbruh]

Inconsistency.

Prev/Next(Later)

He wasn't really sure on how he had met You.

He had multiple memories of his encounters with you but he was always uncertain on which one was actually the truth. Now that he thought about it, this feeling of skepticism was most definitely your doing or atleast was because of you in general.

Who would've guessed?

Many of his memories conflicted with one another, some has him recognize you since his childhood while others depicted your first meeting as an event that happened somewhere during his teenage years.

And even those were inconsistent, he still hasn't figured out wether you both met in that old cabin near the creek or at the playground when he snuck out at night.

To be honest, he doesn't really know what you are, were you even real or something he had made up due to his less than ideal childhood? Everyone sure doesn't seem to notice no matter how close you were.

Then again, the damage you leave behind were definitely real.

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

The rain was something he never really liked.

It always gave him the feeling of being even more isolated than he already was, which he'd much rather avoid really.

Not that he had a horrible childhood, compared to many others he would say that he had a decent one. He wasn't picked last in sports, his parents cared somewhat, and he had a few pals that he still talked to.

It's just that, he always felt as if he couldn't fully opened up without being judged, no matter how many times they say otherwise, he knows they would.

Everyone did, and that was what he thought,l—he'll never find anyone who would just not care about who he is. So maybe it was better to just suck it up and follow the crowd.

That was until You came into his life.

When was the last time he had something meaningful? Maintaining something has not been something he was ever good at, be it items or relationships—he'd always manage to ruin everything.

His first partner left him because he was too distant and cold. 

His second left him because he was too clingy and open.

And his third...

...

Maybe it's better to just not mention them.

Through thick and thin, no one in his life never really stuck with him, even those closest to him really only managed a few encouraging words and not much else when he was going through his worst.

But atleast You stuck around.

...

Is it a bad thing? Probably.

...

Does he care?

...

No.

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

The place was dark, humid, and somewhere he'd rather not be.

Not that he had a choice, it was either he wait out the rain in this grimy shack or risk catching a cold and ended up not coming to school.

He never thinks before doing something, it's practically engrained into his psyche with the amount of times he gotten himself dragged into similar situations. The only reason he's stuck right now was because he wanted to catch that rabbit he caught a glimpse of.

Extremely stupid in retrospect but what has been done is done.

Humming along to a familiar tune, he wondered how long this specific rain would last—they all vary in length don't they?

A creek came from somewhere in the dark, making him pause.

He turned around and was met with a sight.

Oh what a sight it was.

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

"Hey?"

He blinked, annoyed that someone managed to surprise him when his guard was down.

"What." A gruff voice came out, a bit harsher than he intended to but it gets the message across all the same.

"The guy wants to see you, for the interview?" 

Again, he blinked—then suddenly stood up.

The person was understandably surprised, especially with how fast he did so. 

And without another word, he turned and entered.

...

"...Christ."

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧ 

Blood smeared the walls and ceiling, guts was littered everywhere, and what remained of whatever creature was being devoured laid motionless on the floor.

Someone, something, stood before him. Their abyssal gaze piercing into his soul.

He moved, or tried to—quickly realizing that making any sort of movements was futile as his very essence was frozen to the core.

To say it looked human would be a great overstatement, other than having 2 legs and what appears to be a pair of arms, there was barely anything human about the thing. 

It was abnormally tall, it's head reaching the ceiling despite being hunched over. An ominous shadow covered it's face with only two sharp (Color) eyes being visible. The claws that had replaced where it's arms would have been had some sort of thick plating on it, which reflected the dim lighting, looking almost metallic.

It wore a long-sleeved dark grey sweater with a simple skirt of similar color that reached it's calves.

A complete mockery of a human.

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

"Thomas Woodsman, correct?"

He nodded.

The interviewer gave him a glance before readjusting their glasses to read the paper in front of them.

"Mister Woodsman, i'm sure you understand what we do here? Seeing that you came here from our training program."

A nod.

"Alright, that makes things easier on our end. You'll be sharing a room with two other new hires, so we hope you can get along, teamwork is what keeps people alive during any unwanted events."

Another nod.

"Just make sure to follow protocol, listen to those with higher clearance, and try not to cause a breach."

Again.

"...Welcome to the Foundation."

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

A/N: Hiii, this is a much older piece i wrote last year—as you can tell it's gonna be very inconsistent in personality and lore, it's pretty experimental and if y'all don't like it i'll just stick it to this one fic.

Let me know what you think and thank you for reading!

Take care.

[creamecafe]

Currently cooking up a Kang No-eul x Guard!Fem!Reader that's the daughter of the Front Man and it's a slow burn. If I come up with a good enough plot it will be posted around Monday or Tuesday. I'm trying to come up with more plots myself but I still appreciate the request guys 🩷🩷🩷🩷

Stay tuned!

[maddylllinn]

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I need stories about them, please write and tag me, I need these guys🙏

WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT THEM

[squidgameheadcanons]

This blog was a wild RIDE. Thanks guys.

Once season 1 ended and the initial hype for the show died, I kinda lost my drive to keep going with the blog. And then when season 2 came out, I thought - "hey, I should start it back up again" before deciding not to.

The blog was long dead and I hated it.

When I created the blog in 2021 from the lack of Squid Game content, I didn't really know what I was doing - I was new to Tumblr, socially awkward, in a new country after my family fell apart, and kinda lonely.

So when my posts got attention from other fans of the show (you guys), it kept me company through the worst time in my life.

Having different anons, and blog regulars kept me going throughout the years I was active, and I've never forgotten the people who said they liked my blog.

This blog made me happy, the people who came to the blog and shared different art and ideas made me happy.

By the time I stopped writing, I had made over 900 posts and nearly 2,000 followers.

Thank you to everyone who followed, liked, reposts, chatted and submitted anything - you always made my day and made me smile.

No matter how bad of a writer I was at the time (let's be honest, I was REALLY bad), I hope I made you guys happy.

This'll be my last post before I either abandon the account entirely for another or just decide to delete it at a later date (Kinda went scorched earth with deleting every post, sorry the cringe caught up to me).