#The SalesMan

[ladyqueendrag]

“How About You Use Your Body To Pay?”

Part I

Squid Game The Salesman x OF f reader

This is an expansion to the Drabble I wrote

Pairing: The Salesman x OF Reader

Rating:NC-17 but this chapter doesn’t have the sexy part yet 😩 bare with me, you sexy assholes, you!

Warning: smut, stalking, blackmail, dubcon, The Salesman being a sexy creep, reader is an OF girl so ya know, dirty talk, oral, a slap, just dirty, you guys, it’s just filth.

Summary: The Salesman was told to pick the next player… And he messed up badly.

You play the game and win. That’s all they have to do. Play. And just maybe win.

“Good luck.” Said the Salesman to himself in a smug way as his eyes skimmed the streets of Seoul. He was looking for a particular face in the crowd. Your face. He was given a list of names of those down on their luck. And it was finally your turn to play on his list.

He sat down on an empty bench and opened his briefcase, looking at the picture of the girl he was searching for. Your face. He wasn’t going to admit it; quite frankly he wasn’t allowed to admit it, but the second he saw your picture, he felt a little flutter as his eyebrow cocked to the side and a quick tightness in his slacks.

He knew your face, your place of employment, and where you liked to hang out. That was more than enough for him. And if the worse was to happen, he had your home address as well.

He put your picture away in his briefcase and made his way to the foreign bookstore he knew you worked at. The small chime on the door dinged and he heard a soft voice. “Welcome.” A soft women’s voice said in a heavy American accent.

Bingo. He found you.

You never took your eyes off the task at hand, even when greeting customers. You were too miserable to be courteous. You were a struggling woman in the heart of Seoul trying to get by; you moved to South Korea with the prospects of being close to your friends and getting a good job where you didn’t struggle paycheck to paycheck. And then all of that went to shit. After borrowing all the money you could from friends and family back in the states, you picked up a job at a small book store. But that’s wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough to make ends meet.

What is a girl to do who’s shit out of luck and can’t catch a break? You did what you would hope no one ever would find out; you became a camgirl and did sex videos to make money.

You became numb to your schedule. Bookstore for the majority of the day, then rush home and turn on that camera and get naked. Quite frankly in the beginning you didn’t mind it too much. Other than the occasional paranoia of someone you care about finding out what you do, your sex drive made the humiliation tolerable.

You were throwing your usual pity party as you got on your knees and started to sort out books by alphabetical order, not realizing the pair of eyes that were watching you closely. You self-consciously tugged at your mini skirt and pulled up your tight blouse, knowing better you should have packed an additional set of clothes and not worn your “other job’s uniform” to work. But you didn’t have the time today. You never wore such an outfit to the bookshop but you were strapped for time and your work slacks were in the wash.

“Pardon me-“

“AHH!” You screamed and dropped the books as you turned around on your knees, glasses almost falling off your face.

The man in front of you in a suit and tie gave an amused look, smirk plastered on his handsome face as he took a step back.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He said as he squatted down to retrieve a book that made its way in front of him. Your cheeks flushed and you adjusted your glasses as you took in the gorgeous stranger in front of you.

“Oh, it’s quite alright, I startle easily, I think.” You said, trying to push past the embarrassment as he handed you the book in his hand.

“Well, try not to. It’s not like you’re alone here.” The man said as he smirked, knowing full well she was in fact alone today in her day shift.

“Oh, well I actually am today.” You said as you placed one book on top of the other, your cheeks feeling like they were on fire.

“What? You are?” The man bullshitted in false pretense and even let out a small tsk. “Well, I do apologize for startling you, ma’am.” He gave a smile and held out his hand to you. It was only then that you realized you were looking for support to stand up from the ground. Could this get anymore embarrassing?

You took the stranger’s soft hand and stood to your feet, smiling back until you heard a small pop.

More embarrassing? Well, it just became absolutely, painfully humiliating.

His eyes went wide as he narrowed down to your chest. A button had popped off your top, revealing the top of your breast and the lacy red bra underneath. You slowly looked down at yourself and then brought your gaze up to the man’s surprised face.

“Well, now that I have made a complete and total fool of myself, twice, I’m gonna go back and do my inventory before my skirt falls off or I throw up.” You gave the gentleman a bow and turned around, wanting to drop dead at that very moment.

“Oh, miss, I don’t scare easily. At all.” You turned around, holding the books to your chest like some school girl talking to her crush.

“Actually… I was wondering if I could talk to you for just a second.” He said while slipping a hand into his pocket and placing his briefcase on the floor.

Your eyes went from the briefcase to his face a few times. “Sorry, we’re not soliciting anything at the moment, sir.” You said, pushing the glasses once more up your nose.

He grinned again and you felt your pussy spasm. What the fuck, bitch? Why are you so quickly smitten by any handsome man that shows you interest? But there was something about this man… This Salesman?

“You know, I get that a lot… But I would love to steal a moment of your time.” You bit your lip at his words, your high heels tapping against the tile floor loudly.

And the Salesman couldn’t help but to take in your figure, feeling like a fucking perv at that moment.

“I… I’m-I’m so sorry, I really need to get back to what I’m doing but if you have any questions about any book…” you started to turn around, starting to feel a bit nervous but his voice made you stop on your track.

“There’s no one here… Y/N.”

Your eyes went wide and you were struck with fear. You did not own a name tag for anyone to know your name. What. The. Fuck?

You slowly turned on your heel, removing your glasses and you felt your heart pounding in your ears.

“… Who are you?” You said in a shaky voice. And of course, that caused the man to grin wickedly.

-

………

“You want me to do WHAT, now?!”

You both were sitting on a desk behind the bookstore, your feet tapping once more as you listened to this man’s ridiculous words.

“I’m asking for you to play a game with me.” He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out two envelopes, a red one and a blue one. Why the hell was this man smiling so damn much knowing he was scaring the fuck out of you? And why did he have to be so fucking handsome?

“For money?” You asked, earning a nod from him.

“Against you?” And that earned another nod from The Salesman.

Your eyes went from the envelopes to his eyes, your breath caught in your throat. “What’s the worse that can happen, Y/N?” He asked, cocking a brow as he tilted his head slightly.

You swallowed hard, silence filling the store for a moment.

‘It would be so easy, Y/N. And you can give up your second job.’ You thought deeply for a second. A shaky hand reached up to his, slowly inching up to the red envelope when you stopped yourself.

“… No. No, thank you.” You said and stood up, fearing the worst about this game and where it would lead.

That took The Salesman by surprise and he gave you a confused look.

“Aren’t you sick of working in a bookshop, living paycheck to paycheck with no end in sight?”

So he didn’t know? About your second income? What a fucking relief!

“Actually, sir, I don’t live paycheck to paycheck. Not anymore. Thank you for your offer, but I’m gonna have to respectfully decline. Now if you’ll excuse me…”

‘Second income? She doesn’t have a second income.’ He thought to himself as he placed the envelopes back in his chest pocket.

“There’s no need to lie, Y/N. I know this is your only source of money and you need it badly.”

There was a switch in your brain the second you looked up at the old grandfather clock. It was time to clock out and go to your second job. It was as if another personality took over your body and you slowly turned to face him, a sensuous look on your face as you started to approach the Salesman.

Now it was his turn to swallow hard as he gave you a quizzical look. You strutted to him, hands at your hips until you were inches from him, and then you trapped him against the desk, hands slamming down on each side of the desk.

“If only you knew.” Your voice changed, your nose just a hair away from his and his eyes went wide.

“Wait, what are you doing?” He asked as he pulled back away from you.

“I make more than you probably do, sir. Way more… And you don’t wanna know. Trust. Me.” Your nails dragged against the desk and you pulled away from him, leaving the Salesman with confusion and a hard-on he wasn’t expecting.

“Now, lock up!” You threw the store keys at him, his hands barely catching them as you stood tall with dripping sexuality. “I trust you to have a goodnight, dear sir.” You grabbed your Louis Vuitton from beside the desk and strutted away, slamming the front door. And he was so damn confused. A second form of income was not at all in your file.

“Well… That’s a new one.” The Salesman thought to himself, eyes moving rapidly in confusion.

‘She’s lying. And I’m gonna make her play the game. One way or another.’

[madame-photon]

Thank Goodness You're Here! Have a burger!

[hagarsays]

Gong Yoo that’s it that’s the caption 💜🫰

[askthebrokenones-fm]

Why does Sinclair look like Ezra Beane?Now that I think about it: Where in backroom of madness are The Hitchhiking Ghosts anyways?

Transcript:

Sinclair: "UGH! Every time! Seriously?!"

Host: "You two do share fashion sense."

S: "HE LOOKS MORE LIKE E!!!"

H: "I think its your height."

"But yes, the Hitchhiking Ghosts... They're present and quite unalive! Follow me!"

H: "Hello, boys!"

Ezra: "Hey Hosty!"

[dolorygloria]

TARANEH ALIDOOSTI & SHAHAB HOSSEINI in THE SALESMAN (dir. Asghar Farhadi, 2016)

[the-witchs-cafe]

[moviemosaics]

The Salesman

directed by Asghar Farhadi, 2016

[peachyxboy]

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Hello hello I’m Rei and I write cringe cool stuff and things <3

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Ao3

Masterlist

I don’t have many rules but here’s just some general ones:

No hate at all. This includes xenophobia, homophobia, etc. I’m Asian, we exist and we like to be represented in some fanfics. I’ll say it right off the bat, a lot of my OCs and works will be Asian. So if you have a problem, there’s the door

That being said I’m not gonna shame anyone for having a preference. What I write in my fics isn’t some call to action against any other writer out there. All I ask is we respect each others works

If I write something that you don’t like or bugs you, then just let me know. I hate this idea of immediately crucifying people without letting the other know what they did wrong. I’ll label any triggers and or spoilers, but I mess up sometimes. Pls just let me know

I work full time and go to school, but I to update us much as I can. I do post to Ao3 first.

Things I will not write:

Underage

Bestiality

Watersports/scat

Vore

Knifeplay/gun kink (this is just a personal thing)

Ageplay

How I tag triggers:

Ex: tw violence, tw blood

Who I write for:

Lalo Salamanca

Helmut Zemo

The Salesman

TBA

[whorror-barbie]

Cosplaying a nun makes me think about the fanfic I wrote awhile where the reader tease the salesman...god, I miss him 😍

[ladyqueendrag]

Teaser for next chapter!

(This gif was too perfect to not use)

He had you by the neck, your heart racing as you dug your nails into his expensive suit and you could feel his breath against your ear.

“So what body part do you want? An arm, a kidney? You wanna Saw me like the movies?” Your voice was shaky and your Korean has never sounded so pathetic. In fact, the fear ripped you in half, you weren’t even sure what language you were speaking.

“You’re trembling.” The Salesman whispered into your ear, completely ignoring your question.

“Just how afraid are you? Would you do anything to save your life?” He squeezed your neck slightly tighter and you closed your eyes, trying to not think of all the things he would do. Knock you out and chop you up? Slice your skin off slowly? Use your body for his own pleasure?

“Please… I’m begging you, don’t-“ you couldn’t finish your thought, a surprised gasp leaving your lips when his hand slowly pushed your skirt up and started softly stroking your thigh.

So this was for his pleasure.

Your eyes snapped open in surprise when that same hand found your ass and he squeezed it as his lips found your neck, giving it an open sloppy kiss.

“You’re gonna pay me your debt while I ruin you.”

You didn’t know if it was fear or lust but your pussy tightened and your panties immediately became wet.

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[madame-photon]

Shit man I think I might've found a new blorbo 😔

[hagarsays]

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GONG YOO warn the fans before causing amazing chaos like DAMN YOU FINE🫡🫣

[eddie-gluskin-and-i]

(Salesman RP continued)

"Ah-hah!" The salesman's voice cracked slightly, unconvincing. His back was slick with perspiration beneath his dress shirt. He could hardly stand to look Eddie's way anymore. If he was going to survive until tomorrow, he'd have to make a good performance. He mustered a cheery smile and pointed to the right.

"Now I remember, I came from this direction," he half chastised himself. "I'm sure you see this kind of thing all the time. Sorry for the trouble. Good night!" He hoped that was enough to sate his pursuer and turned on his heels with a wave, his pace growing brisker.

“Until next time!” The voice boomed down the hallway, echoing the cheery tone the salesman had managed to pull off.

He didn’t stop to respond, only forcing himself to focus on one shaky, hasty footstep in front of the other. It was all he could do to keep himself from sprinting full steam ahead — and risk incurring the wrath of the man not so far behind.

“I’m certain we’ll meet again,” Eddie continued, the facade of pleasantry now gone.

Nearly exclaiming in fright as he stopped just short of a rusted metal door, the salesman quickly fumbled for the handle. There was no keyhole. He took a breath in, pulled, and let out a shaky exhale. It was unlocked.

Face the horrors outside once more, or stay and test his luck against what was certainly a very dangerous man. He only hesitated for a second before stepping out and immediately shutting the door behind him.

Even through the door the voice still found its way to him, clear as day. “They always do have a habit of finding their way back.”

[i-mushi]

Cumpounding Debt Chapter 12

SCENES

Here's the link for Ao3: Go read it!

This is not a proper chapter! It's 5 scenes from various future chapters that haven't been written or fleshed out. They're disjointed, have minimal context, might be confusing, but still have sex and feels, and hot stuff I promise. I just don't want to leave readers wanting any longer since I have no idea when the story will be completed.

[gecenin-sabahi]

"Bazen, sanki ben hiç yokmuşum gibi yanımdan geçiyorlar, sanki kimse beni görmüyor, hiç kimse beni fark etmiyor, hiç kimse."

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