Squid Game Guard X Reader Novels & Stories

My shoulders tighten in fear and the left corner of the blue-eyed prisoners mouth lifts up in a barely noticeable half smirk, and I zap the bastard. Guards come rushing out of the door at the sounds of the gurgled scream coming out of mister blue-eyes and I zap him again, just for good measure. Seeing there’s nothing going on, they trudge their way back inside. Probably to fill themselves up with whiskey and beer. I walk the line once more, not a single shifter daring to lift its eyes to me, before I make my own way back inside. I can’t help but wonder who is left out there, strong and rebellious enough to let their voice carry all the way to our headquarters.

Gray read the name aloud. Victoria squinted at the picture, trying to remember where she had seen him before. And then it clicked! Victoria finally recognized who this man was! 'He is… Zoe's bodyguard,' she realized!

She rolled her eyes. Reed eyes widened staring down his short as if to confirm, he returned his face to her. "Say that again" He moved closer. "I said what I said-" Carly blinked. "So I didn't meet your expectation,how about you confirm yourself..." He smirked and grabbed her. "I was only kidding! I didn't even take it off,the guard did" She immediately said and Reed released her. "What?" "Yh, the guard is a guy. You don't mind right?" She asked.

My cheeks hollow, spit strings between my lips and his shaft, and then- “F-fuck!” the guy whimpers, shoving deep. His cock erupts in my throat, hot and messy, cum spilling out the sides of my mouth. I pull back, slurping every drop. “Mmm… yummy.” I drag my tongue across my lips just for the guard. “See? Nothing bad is happening here. Just sharing a snack.” The guard’s hand twitches at his belt, his cock rock hard and obvious now. I crawl to him on my hands and knees, swaying my ass like a bitch in heat.

“Here's your food.” The guard placed the plate of crumbly bread and water in front of Damian’s cell. After dropping the food, he lingered without leaving immediately. Damian sat up, alerted. The guard's behavior reminded him of someone. As the guard was looking up, his eyes caught with Damian's. He quickly averted his gaze and turned. “Wait,” Damian called and he halted. “It's you. The one that sent the letter to me.” Jungo slowly turned around. The raw unguarded surprise in his face gave him away.

Adrien Cross’s hand wouldn’t stop shaking. The phone lit up his palm, the screen too bright in the dim office, and was stabbing at his eyes. The words stuck, twisting in his gut like glass he couldn’t spit out: Look closer, Adrien. The traitor’s already in your bed. He read it again, like maybe he had gotten it wrong. He hadn’t. His stomach twisted, heat crawled up his throat, his breath coming out rough like his chest had closed shut. He just stood there in the office.

It was a light touch, barely a second of contact, but it was enough. Suddenly, I was standing in the dark, the air damp and smelling of salt. The same guard, the one who had just touched me, was leaning against a brick wall, a glowing cigarette in his hand. He was talking to someone whose face I couldn't see. "The intersection at 5th," the guard whispered, his voice trembling but greedy. "He’ll be in the armored SUV. The girl will be with him. Just make sure the payment hits the offshore account before the first shot is fired."

ELENA’S POV The guard’s blood was on the marble floor, and all I could do was stare at it like a statue. Xander didn’t move in front of me, his body was a wall between me and the chaos coming our way for sure. His growl hadn’t stopped either. “Tell me everything,” Xander ordered,“Now.” The guard flinched, pressing a shaking hand against the wound on his side. “He snapped about the war, about you.” His eyes shot a glaring look at me and it honestly gave me goosebumps.

I kept my eyes locked on the stranger, refusing to blink, every instinct screaming that he was the true apex predator here. "What do you want?" He glanced around the clearing slowly, taking in the Guardians, the fallen, the tension crackling in the air, before his gaze returned to me. "I wanted to know whether the stories about the Guardians were true." "And?" His smile widened, revealing a flash of teeth that didn't belong to any ordinary man. "I'm impressed." One of the Guardians beside me—Marcus, I think—shifted his stance, fingers twitching on his rifle. "We should kill him now."

*SARA* I trace a finger down his chest, a smirk tugging on my lips. “I would,” I tease. “Scream so loud…” A pause. My jaw locks. “… That the guard outside would rush in and punch your nose multiple times that it’d look like burst jelly for the rest of the year.” Whim! He pulls away from me and staggers back immediately, the stupid grin on his face vanishing. "G..Gua..Guard?” he mumbles.