#Fluffy Lookism

[lookismfanfics]

I NEED THE PART 2 OF THEM SLEEPING ON THE CHEST

Thank you all for the support! I’ll do my best 🫡

𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐.

Warnings: Fluff, jealousy, mild cursing, J*mes L**, DG spoilers

Zack • Johan • Gun • Goo • James L. • Kouji • Vin • Samuel

𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐤

🝮 One thing you’ve learned about teenage boys since you began dating one, is that the combination of tiredness and trust is a deadly one.

🝮 You watched Zack train today. He called you to his gym, showed off, and wore himself out.

🝮 So now that you’re home, you can see his displays of fatigue more clearly.

🝮 He becomes a puppy 😩

🝮 Maybe a grumpy puppy. But his eyes are soft and warm like a protective guard dog.

🝮 You help him out of his jacket and shoes- seeing as his hands are still sore.

🝮 The cold weather has its effects- even on your moron of a boyfriend.

🝮 You push his flopping bangs out of his hair, rubbing extra lotion onto his cracking hands.

🝮 The motion of your hands rubbing against his makes his eyelids droop.

🝮 You both fall onto the couch a few minutes later.

🝮 It doesn’t take long for you to see that Zack is on the brink of falling asleep.

🝮 “Come here,” you say as you open your arms to him.

🝮 Zack’s eyes, dark and soulful, don’t betray the doubt he feels. He hesitates.

🝮 “How come?”

🝮 You shrug- ignoring the sheepishness you feel crawling at your insides.

🝮 He looks at you full of trust, like this is secretly what he wanted the whole time, and all you can do is nod understandingly. You already know.

🝮 The thing about trust is that Zack has put all of his in you, and when he’s tired, he trusts you to tend to him in his vulnerability 🤲

🝮 Soon enough Zack is leaning onto your shoulder, breathing heavily against the fabric of your hoodie.

🝮 And gradually the two of you shift, and he relaxes his cheeks into your chest.

🝮 You play with his hair— trying desperately to stay cool while he drifts off to sleep.

🝮 I’m not gonna lie to you, sometimes he drools in his sleep, so watch out

🝮 You were the one that initiated it- sort of. In the morning he wants to pay you back. 🫣

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧

🝮 You’re sitting on your armchair.

🝮 And Johan is sitting across the room.

🝮 Your hands rub gently between Eden’s perky ears, spurring on his excited tail wags and tip-tappy paws.

🝮 With Eden sitting in between your feet, Miro has no choice but to jump by your legs and wag her tail.

🝮 And as you smile, whispering sweet pet-names to the dogs, Johan frowns.

🝮 “They’re not usually this excited—” You laugh, looking up to Johan

🝮 Johan: 👺

🝮 You shift in your seat, releasing the fluffy ears of Eden and directing your attention at his owner.

🝮 “Is something wrong…?” You get the feeling like it’s something stupid, but to Johan it probably won’t be.

🝮 The corners of his mouth continue to perk downward, his brows furrowing gently.

🝮 Then he stands, walking towards you, kneeling down in front of you.

🝮 You’re on the edge of your seat, staring at him blankly. Waiting for him to explain.

🝮 And then, with his dark eyes still holding your gaze, Johan leans forward and rests his cheek against your chest.

🝮 🫠🫠🫠

🝮 “Johan…?” You suppress a chuckle, watching silently as he leans further into you, wrapping his arms around your middle.

🝮 The two of you gradually relax into the arm chair. He ends up straddling your lap a bit, head still firmly placed in your chest.

🝮 You listen quietly as he falls asleep, his breaths becoming heavier and evening out.

🝮 You stroke the bangs away from his eyes, pressing your lips against his forehead as she slumbers. Soon enough you fall asleep too.

🝮 Sweet bbb. A little jealous…?

🝮 He didn’t initiate it. You didn’t either. It was Eden 🫵

𝐆𝐮𝐧

🝮 He’s leaning forward on the edge of the couch, head sagging as he inwardly relays his day.

🝮 Your legs are wrapped around his hips, fingers pressing into his taut muscles.

🝮 “You look tired,” you mumble against the fabric of his shirt.

🝮 Jonggeon has just returned from a long day at work. His muscles are tight and sore, his hair begs to be played with after being styled for so long, his eyes are glazed and unfocused.

🝮 “You think I’m tired…? I don’t get tired.” You can hear the smirk even if you don’t see it, and you press harder into his shoulder blade.

🝮 He doesn’t flinch but he does shut up.

🝮 Your hands move to the sides of his face, cupping his porcelain cheeks that you know are secretly pudgy.

🝮 You use your fingers to stoke at the sides of his face, closing your eyes are you press against his muscular back.

🝮 “Aren’t you using that technique to help babies fall asleep?” Gun asks, turning his head towards you.

🝮 “So what if I am? Maybe that’s how I think of you…” you smile against his back, prodding his cheeks to further your teasing

🝮 He huffs indignantly, turning back to the front.

🝮 The room is cluttered- as a man’s flat should be. Except Gun’s place is usually neat- so it makes sense that the two of you are house sitting for Goo.

🝮 You feel Gun’s body getting warmer and his head sagging forward.

🝮 Gun is hot 99.9% of the time. That 1% is when he turns into a lap potato 🥔

🝮 You retract your hands away from his face, pull your legs out from his sides

🝮 “You should get some sleep,” you murmur, standing and planting a kiss on the crown of his head.

🝮 Gun grabs your wrist, “Where’re you going?” And you’re about to reply—

🝮 Wait a minute 😃 ☝️

🝮 You’re not standing anymore. You’re lying down?

🝮 Gun hovers above you, arms encasing you on either side.

🝮 You: 🐭

🝮 He can sense your embarrassment, even if you stubbornly refuse to show it. A smile appears on his face as he lowers onto your chest.

🝮 *Alarms go off in your head*

🝮 “Gun- get off-!” You try shoving this hunk away. It’s not working.

🝮 You close your eyes, willing yourself to calm down. You feel Gun’s eyelashes fluttering against your chest as he stares up at you.

🝮 His arms are still holding you to him. He’s still in control. He’s still on the verge of falling asleep-

🝮 You hear his breaths even out. You release a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in.

🝮 Now that Gun is asleep on your chest, you’re free to admire whatever part of him you can get a glimpse of. 👀

🝮 He initiated it. He knew exactly what he was doing. If he’s gonna be vulnerable he’s taking you down with him.

How did this one get so freaking long—?

𝐆𝐨𝐨

🝮 Goofy starts reading the trophy encased in his large gloved hands, voice reaching peak emotion. And as his son Max nods to his words, the sunset cascading shades of orange and pink in the background, pride radiates from the—

🝮 “Achoo-!” a very forced sneeze.

🝮 “Goo you idiot-!” You wail, turning to him with a scowl on your face.

🝮 “Excuse me-? And anyway this movie is boring! Let’s watch something else!”

🝮 Your frown deepens and you smack his hand away from the TV Remote. If you have any say, you two are going to finish An Extremely Goofy Movie.

🝮 But beside you, your goofy- Goo- is pouting like a baby.

🝮 As the movie continues you watch him in silence through the corner of your eye. You watch him stifle a yawn. Rub his eyes with his busted hands. Mumble about his sore neck.

🝮 You frown. It’s easy to recognize that his boredom has made him tired.

🝮 At first you just ignore him and let him be… at least until the end credits start rolling on the screen.

🝮 Your heart flutters as Goo reaches out for your thigh, crawling over you and resting his head on your legs.

🝮 You laugh, staring at the obnoxious expression on his face, “What if I was tired? How am I supposed to fall asleep?”

🝮 He lets out a gasp and frowns, stroking your arm lazily with his finger.

🝮 His expression remains the same… (° v °)

🝮 “How abo-o-u-ut… we b-o-t-h lay down, huh?” He asks slowly, dragging out the syllables

🝮 “Lemme turn on another movie first-” you mutter, leaning across his lean form to grab the remote. Beneath you Goo squirms.

🝮 Your finger barely presses the button before he snatches the remote out of your hands.

🝮 “Kim-!” You hiss irritably.

🝮 He ignores you (of course) and knocks you beside him on the couch.

🝮 “Shh, I got a good movie in mind-!”

🝮 Goo is laying with his back against the couch, surprisingly muscular arms wrapped around your waist.

🝮 You both face the TV screen; your head rests on a decorative pillow; his head lays on your chest.

🝮 By now you’re used to cuddling. Even if you’re not the biggest fan, Goo certainly is.

🝮 So when Newt dies and you’re the only one crying, you have to pause The Death Cure to glare at the man resting on your boobs.

🝮 Goo is sound asleep, rhythmic breaths ruffling your shirt. He looks calm for once.

🝮 Goo: 😴

🝮 You: 👺

🝮 He initiated it— and in return for falling asleep was banned from kissing you for the day.

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐞

🝮 Today has been a long… long day.

🝮 You heard about the increased vocal training James had been undertaking…. And a little birdie also noted that he was more than good

🝮 You weren’t sure what to expect, really.

🝮 When you arrived at his newly furnished flat, you found him staring at the fish tank.

🝮 His hair looked neater. His eyes looked dull.

🝮 He looked incredibly tired, incredibly handsome, and made you feel incredibly unhappy.

🝮 “Hey Ja— Diego. What’s with the soft boy look?” You try quietly, smiling as you lug the groceries into the kitchen.

🝮 He remained stationary at the fish tank, shoving his hands into his pockets.

🝮 You: 🧍

🝮 He shrugged his shoulders, turning his angular face towards you lazily, “It’s my new face. If you got a problem with it then too bad.”

🝮 You shake your head slowly, releasing a heavy sigh.

🝮 You knew this transition would be… hard.

🝮 Especially now that your boyfriend was realizing just how much he would have to change to fit into his new persona.

🝮 And even if he agreed to it and claimed it was for the best, you couldn’t help but feel a little irritated.

🝮 What happened to that wolffish boy? The legend of the first generation? The boy who had winked at you when he had just pummeled your would-be-assaulters as though they were nothing but animals

🝮 James Lee was being restrained. Limited in this new form of himself- Diego. A K-Pop idol.

🝮 That’s not to say he didn’t look handsome, or still act like his charming self. He did. But his previous ferocity was extinguished… and it was leaving him feeling empty.

🝮 “You look nice,” you say, opening the fridge with the milk carton in hand. “It’s just different.”

🝮 “This was supposed to make me look hotter. Do I not look hot to you?”

🝮 You try to hide your smile. That’s a trick that won’t work on you. Whatever he’s doing will not seduce you.

🝮 You turn. And sure enough there he is.

🝮 Yeah. He does look hot. With his gently molded muscles flexing as he leans onto the kitchen counter, bangs curtaining his aristocratic face.

🝮 You thought James was handsome before. But this sealed the deal.

🝮 “Uh huh, whatever you say DG,” You turn away with a smirk. “Looks like someone needs a nap though~”

🝮 In the reflection of the shiny new stove you can make out his hand reaching for his eyes, rubbing tenderly beneath them on his dark circles.

🝮 “It looks that obvious?” “Only to me, babe.”

🝮 You walk over to the large, luxurious couch. You’re still getting used to being around all this fancy furniture.

🝮 The black leather sinks into your weight as you sprawl across the length of the couch, resting your back against the arm.

🝮 James trails behind you, laying next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

🝮 “Nuh uh…” you adjust, shoving him down. “None of that alpha male crap or whatever. Go to sleep.”

🝮 DG rests his head on your chest, looking up at you with watchful, dark eyes.

🝮 You play with his tufts of tamed pastel hair, smiling as he relaxes into your touch.

🝮 This is the result of years of trust stacking up. This is the result of James humbling himself and admitting he had caught feelings. You weren’t just another string attached to the whole conquering sham. You were his (Y/N).

🝮 His eyelids fluttered shut, long eyelashes resting against his soft pale cheeks. His breathing evened out, and James was officially asleep.

🝮 You smiled, leaning your head back onto the pillow. He was still just James.

🝮 You initiated it… but this wasn’t the first time.

𝐊𝐨𝐮𝐣𝐢

🝮 You never expected it to be such a mess.

🝮 Sure, you weren’t envisioning a neat, Candy-wrapper free environment that mirrored a magazine master bedroom, but still…

🝮 “Kouji… how can you live like this?”

🝮 You catch a glimpse of his cheeks flaring red.

🝮 “It’s not that messy. Don’t complain if I’m gonna be doing the actual job, otherwise I won’t do it.”

🝮 You nod to yourself, watching him flop onto his bed with his laptop.

🝮 He vaguely gestured for you to sit down, and you do so.

🝮 And then for the next hour or so, all you do is watch his purple head bounce up and down as he works his computer magic.

🝮 You: 😶

🝮 Kouji: 😪

🝮 By now the two of you have your backs to the wall. You’re actually leaning against it.

🝮 You watch wordlessly as his body slowly reclines backwards. His hands rub at his eyes more frequently.

🝮 His usual factual mutterings turn into nothing but incomprehensible gibberish

🝮 Those pudgy, mochi cheeks that drive you crazy are finally resting against your shoulder.

🝮 You try not to smirk— seeing as the arrogant genius is now out-of-his-wits and asleep on your shoulder.

🝮 And then as the two of you slide downwards, you begin to relax. After all, you and him have gotten pretty close-

🝮 Those baby-pudge cheeks make you want to melt.

🝮 Especially now that they’re on your chest—

🝮 🚨 🚨 🚨

🝮 “KOUJI WAKE UP!”

🝮 “H-Huh? What? JEEZ GET AWAY FROM ME!”

🝮 It was an accident. It was awkward. Maybe he banned you from his room? Or maybe it turned into a make-out session, who knows.

𝐕𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐧

🝮 You don’t normally spend your weekends in his living room, surrounded by piles of snacks he doesn’t want to share.

🝮 Yet here you are.

🝮 Up until now, you and Vin haven’t hung out without Mary.

♕ Mary insisted she was sick today. And couldn't make it. 🙄

🝮 It was a load of bull. But whatever.

🝮 “Well what am I supposed to eat?” you snap.

🝮 He ignores you, but you continue: “You’re taking all the good snacks bro. I can’t survive on the crumbs- I’m growing to—”

🝮 Another obnoxious crunch.

🝮 Vin pulls his hand out of the bag, extending one measly puffy Cheeto.

🝮 “Here. Now shut up so I can focus.”

🝮 “Focus on what? Growing your overinflated ego? Just give me an actual snack.”

🝮 He has an entire hoard of chip bags surrounding him- as well as some pocky sticks and instant ramen that you know he’s hiding from you.

🝮 Vin looks up in your direction, his expression one of clear irritation.

🝮 “You aren’t even trying to write your song!” He grumbles, crunching on another Cheeto and crumbling up the now-empty bag.

🝮 You rub your temples, turning towards your music draft.

🝮 “I can’t focus with all your crunching. I need my own snack.”

🝮 “Why are you so hungry?” He asks, pencil scratching roughly on his paper.

🝮 You watch his side profile wordlessly. The seven-times-tinted sunglasses and swoop of bangs are sure to block his view…

🝮 You’re desperately hungry. Won’t someone give you something to eat~♫

🝮 You reach for the nearest back of Potato Chips, sliding the bag over to yourself as quietly as you can.

🝮 To your surprise; delight; shock; amazement; Vin doesn’t notice at all.

🝮 And then you try opening the bag-

🝮 “The hell?! You mother-“

🝮 Vin is grabbing your waist and you’re kicking at his abs.

🝮 “VinJin you jerk-!”

🝮 “(Y/N) you ass!”

🝮 “Potty-mouthed idiot-“ you roll on top of him, arms straining to hold out as you clasp hands with his larger ones.

🝮 “Snarky— perverted—” He grunts, his hands encasing yours as you two wrestle onto the couch

🝮 “You really fighting me, you coward?” You grit your teeth, kicking at his shins until he gives and falls onto the sofa.

🝮 You both pant, out of breath, until Vin flips on top of you-

🝮 “You started it!” He growls.

🝮 You refuse to look at him, especially now that you’re realizing he can be somewhat attractive…

🝮 His hands are still clasped firmly onto your own, and his brows are still knitted together angrily. “What? Are you mad at me for winning? Cmon, don’t ignore me… jeez you’re as annoying as Mary… (Y/N) come on—”

🝮 He’s about to flop his head into your chest.

🝮 You’re about to shove him into your chest to make him shut up.

🝮 His head is slammed onto your chest, and neither of you can find the words to complain.

🝮 And so it works out… and now the two of you are calming down. Actually… it’s getting a little too calm.

🝮 You open your heavy eyelids, glancing down at Vin. Sure enough, he’s asleep. And you feel the biggest urge to push him off the couch— but somehow you have the feeling that you shouldn’t ruin this moment.

🝮 Hell it was weird. You both initiated it…?!

🝮 This one is also freaking long… oopsies. Y’all got spoiled 💅

𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐞𝐥

🝮 When you’re dating someone as sadistic as Samuel, who’s alliance seems to always be jumping from one person to the next, and who’s mental stability relies heavily on how he lives up to his own standards, then you’re sure to experience the wipeout days.

🝮 The sort of days where the old person is gone, and he’s replaced by an empty shell of himself.

🝮 For Samuel- today is one of those days.

🝮 You sit on the modern lounge chair that overlooks the city below, feeling comfortable despite your usual fear of heights.

🝮 (If you aren’t afraid of heights then shut up and pretend because you are now 🤡)

🝮 Your legs are crossed, your laptop rests on your thighs, and you listen attentively to the streamer you’re watching.

🝮 Samuel stands by the window with his back to you.

🝮 Every now and then you glance up at him worriedly

🝮 He’s not normally this quiet around you… or so tame. Normally it’s a war zone of snarky and perverted remarks.

🝮 “Samuel…?”

🝮 He turns to you slightly, defined jawline taut and tempting. You see his eyebrows draw together tightly and his lips purse.

🝮 “Hmm?” he hums from deep within his throat.

🝮 “You okay? You seem kinda tense.”

🝮 He turns to you, and then you can see it.

🝮 The depressed, empty shell of your normally sharp-witted boyfriend.

🝮 You can see past his sterile gaze: a glint of short-temperedness in his eyes. The frown on your face continues to deepen.

🝮 “I’m fine. Thank you for being so thoughtful,” he smiles rigidly.

🝮 “What’s with you?” You ask as you set aside your computer, giving him the attention he deserves.

🝮 He shrugs his shoulders as he approaches your open arms, kneeling in front of you.

🝮 You slide out of the chair and sit on the floor with him. “Come on Sammy…”

🝮 And then you’re both laying on the floor, and his powerful form is suddenly vulnerable now that he’s wrapped in your arms.

🝮 You stroke his hair, combing beneath the buzz cut and into his thick roots, calming both him and yourself down.

🝮 His cheek rests on your chest, and he smirks up at you every now and then.

🝮 When he feels in the mood again, it’s sexy time and he’ll die before you find him in this position. But for now he feels comfortable… so he’s going to stay like this.

🝮 That angular face of his is pressed into your breast, and you can’t help but feel a little hot at the thought.

🝮 “Let’s just fall asleep right here.”

🝮 That’s exactly what you did.

🝮 You initiated it— since you’ve done it before. But it doesn’t happen often- so treasure his vulnerable side while you can 😩

🝮 Also I know his character design is just for sex-appeal…. But come on guys he needs more fluff content ��

[sweetmctart]

happy june ig

[god-monsters]

Jake Kim x Reader: First Kisses

Masterlist

Somewhere along the way, the flirtation turned serious. Longing looks and lingering touches joined the cheesy pick up lines, the banter, and the winks.

You and Jake are obvious even if you aren't official. Even if neither of you have yet to put a label on it.

(Collectively, Big Deal is torn between gagging or cooing over yours and Jake's budding relationship. Sure, they're happy for you both but do you really need to rub it in their faces day in day out?)

Ever the gentleman though, Jake did in fact plan to ask you out on a date, ask you to be his girlfriend before a kiss happened.

Except.

There was just one too many times where he felt his heart race, his throat dry up, and your lips frankly looking too irresistible.

And why the hell are you looking at him like that ? How did you expect him to hold back?

.

.

Your first kiss shouldn't have been romantic.

(Jake had watched you laugh with a strange look on his face, then with a delicate grip, pulled you into this alley. He himself acted before thinking, like he was in a trance from just seeing you.)

Nevertheless, Jake Kim with his Jake Kim charms even manages to make a dark and damp alley just behind Big Deal street seem like the perfect setting.

As if everything is elevated with his light. With his confident smile, his faint dimples. With his virtue.

So much so that if Jake asked to kiss you in the dumpster, you probably would hop right in and pucker up. Or at the very least seriously consider it.

"I just couldn't help it..." he murmurs, eyes flickering down, gentle fingers tilting your chin up towards him and thumb grazing over your lips, "I was hoping for somewhere better..."

Jake leans in slowly, hesitantly and stopping just short. Barely even centimetres away.

Enough for your skin to tingle from the closeness and frisson of excitement. For your breaths to mingle together and you can taste his peppermint on your tongue.

Almost but not quite touching.

It's torture.

"Is this ok?" he whispers against your lips, warm brown eyes gazing softly into yours. It's only now that you notice how he is close to panting, hands nearly trembling with restraint.

Is this ok? This has always been ok.

You rock forward, closing the gap and capturing his mouth with yours.

Jake, caught by surprise, lets out a small huff of laughter as his arms circle your waist, then deepens the kiss.

.

.

Your next kiss is a quick smooch after a Big Deal meeting.

The one after that is in his office, late at night when his vision is nearly blurring from reviewing documents.

And then he presses his lips to yours again in a cheap cafe with cracked, peeling wallpaper and sticky floors.

Each time you kiss, Jake realises it could be a lot more romantic. He also realises that he doesn't care about 'somewhere better', the time or the place.

Simply being with you is enough.

[heongiu]

Gun x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slight mention of SH, sensitive topics. Reader suffers from Endometriosis.

A/N: I suddenly thought of this when I was researching about endometriosis, if you're not comfortable with the following, please stop reading. And I'm sorry if somehow this makes you sad 😭

Gun once again, had arrived at a place where he was feared the most at.. A place where his story all began, and also a place where he had found you.

In Japan, at the old fashioned Japanese house, where lived the Yamazaki Clan. This time he had arrived with an unexpected guest... None other than you, his wife.

The people and other clan members looked shocked, it had been years since they saw you, you looked.. Like you had gone through some very grim times, perhaps something others could not understand, but you looked better than before, at least.

"How dare you make her step here?" The old woman interrupted Gun, he had been stopped in his track, he stared at her holding your hand in his tightly.

"Move aside" He ordered angrily, his tone was stern and cold, almost piercing like an arrow through some one's heart and if they were to continue being this impudent, he would manually do it with just his bare hands, but unfortunately, he couldn't.

"That woman is a witch! She can't even bear a child! What good would she do for giving us no successors?!" She reviled towards You and you knew just how much those words left a wound on you, that no one could fathom the depth and agony of.

Gun's expression had turned furious, his eyes were glinting with anger upon hearing such insulting words, and that too from someone he shared common blood with. If she was not a woman, he would've punched them so hard they would've faltered to the ground terribly.

You stopped, holding his hand tightly as you squeezed it, then came out few vaguely audible sentences from your mouth.

"Gun.. Leave it be, I-I'll be fine here.. You go in" You encouraged him to move forward without you. upon seeing you so depressed and hurt, he couldn't help but feel even more anguished at those who had nerves to utter such words. you could feel him let go of your hand slowly, as he towered the woman.

"I said move" the annoyance in his tone was enough for them to know he was very serious to his core.

Blood and relations were nothing to him anymore but meaningless terms. for you he could fight the universe and go against every law.

It had been years that you were struggling with endometriosis. And during those days of the week, you couldn't even breath due to such intense pain. you felt nothing more than a burden to him, even though he had told you several times that he loved you more than anything, your vulnerable mental health let you fall into depression quite easily.

And now when You had finally secured your way out of it, which you once used to face everyday, people just couldn't help seeing you looking better could they?

Previously, You had even suggested Gun to get married a second time, with someone who could give his clan the successors they had put their hopes high for. But oh how he loved you, too much to even replace you, and in fact, no one could, in his vision, you were more than enough, more than he had desired.

Maybe, just for once, you wanted to feel like a mother, because you knew you'd do your best to be one. Perhaps you had failed yourself somewhere in the past, to face such a thing is not wished for often. And what good did taking more-than-prescribed pills do to you?

When many, expected children, you were taking rounds of the hospital, just to see if this prolonging gist, would depart, but to your demise, it couldn't, and you were stuck with it for your life time. You were not one to adopt, you did consider, but you knew the poor child would face injustice.

you snapped back to reality, Gun looked back at you, his eyes had widened at the fact you told him to enter without you, and how could you? He approached you, gently holding your hands in his together as he spoke to you.

"I placed this ring on your finger that day for a significant reason, it's so we both would stay together forever, no matter what goes and what comes." With a squeeze on your hand, he brought you inside, with no resentment or regret on his face. even if in their eyes now, he had become a villain, he couldn't care less.

Though the looks the other people gave you, and how they mocked you, they all would descend on their knees if they were confronted by the man himself.

That very night, when the moon had risen from it's slumber, you were entangled in his arms, without a worry, without a thought, drifting to peaceful sleep.

[wannaeatramyeon]

not sure if you've already been asked this before but what are some of your favourite pieces you've written on here?💖

MY BELOVED HEUN HELLO! A chance to talk about me?!?!?!

I don't actually like that much of the stuff I've written heh. There's a few things of my own that I like to reread when I'm feeling some kinda way. And I tend to have quite specific tastes, which you can probably tell from the below.

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Through the years (Meeting Taehoon from elementary school)

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Insomnia (Post breakup angst)

Baek Seongjun x Reader: Prince (Break up to reunion)

Seong Hansu x Reader: an old man and his memories (nostalgia)

Samuel Seo x Reader: kiss me before you go (Bittersweet pre 1A)

Johan Seong x Reader: Vision (Bittersweet)

Jake Kim x Samuel Seo: Better Together (Canon compliant)

Jake Kim x Reader: Drive (Fluffy)

Jake Kim x Reader: Soulmates (First meeting. Reincarnation trope.)

Jake Kim x Reader: Youth (childhood friends reuniting)

Vin Jin x Reader: Seeing colours (Fluff with Vin)

Vin Jin x Reader: You're his type (Friends to Lover)

Gun Park x Reader: Retirement (Gun giving up his life of crime for you)

Gun Park x Reader: Soft (What it says on the tin)

Gun Park x Big Deal!Reader: Yamazaki Yuzuru (enemies to lovers)

Goo Kim x Reader: Colleagues to lover (odd formatting)

Goo Kim x Reader: Fake Dating (Fun colleagues? to lover)

Goo Kim x Reader: Tired (Soft Goo hours)

Gun Park x Goo Kim: Equals (Strangers to lovers interwoven with canon events)

DG x Reader: Remember (angst to hope)

Goo Kim x Reader: Coffee Shop AU (silly)

Ryuhei Kuroda x Reader: Moon and Tide (colleagues to lover)

Ryuhei Kuroda x Reader: Solace (bittersweet)

[spaceyflowerswriting]

"Johan please take care of yourself, I love you" 💬

The text probably would've made any other person smile, but for Johan it only caused him heartache. He stopped to stare into his faint reflection on the glass exterior of an abandoned store he was walking by, feeling a frustrating kind of pity for himself. This was someone who could be loved...?

He shook his head and looked back down at his phone to reply:

make sure you're taking care of yourself, too.

His fingers hesitated to text back, "I love you," but he didn't want to leave you hanging. Instead, he sent a voice mail, his voice softly saying, "Also... I love you, too."

It was easier that way. He wouldn't feel like he was letting himself be allowed to love and be loved if he didn't see it.

[kei-luv]

.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆. 𝗠𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀

tw: none genre: fluff reader: male characters: james lee

word count: 435 masterlist

The last time [Name] and James spent Christmas together were about two years ago, especially considering how busy the pink-haired man was at that time of year. This day was therefore extremely special to [Name].

"I'm glad you were able to make it, [Name]. Uhm, please, come on in, it's pretty cold out here."

James spoke, a tinge of nervousness in his voice, as he carefully dragged the [h/c] into his residence. He then removed the male's coat and hung it up on the coat hanger that was placed by the front door.

[Name] entered the living room and took a seat on one of the couches. James then went into the kitchen to get a glass of water and returned to the room to hand it to [Name], the male silently thanking him.

"Oh, right, there was something I wanted to give you. Uhm, just wait here for a bit." Having said that, James quickly walked away from the [h/c] and went to his room. There, he took the small box off his bedside table and went back downstairs to [Name].

"Here, it's something I've been meaning to give you for a while now.." Giving [Name] the box, he murmured in a low voice. [Name] stared at the box in awe, wondering what the James Lee could have possibly bought him.

All that was inside the box when [Name] slowly started to open it was a silver ring, but it wasn't just any ring-it matched the one James was wearing.

[Name] became completely speechless at the gift James had given him as he felt his cheeks begin to warm.

"I..don't know what to say." [Name] spoke while looking up at James, a soft smile gracing his lips as he took the ring out of the box, slipping it on [Name]'s ring finger and tightly clasping the [h/c] hand into his own.

"I know it's probably early for me to ask you this..but, would you do me the honors of being mine?"

The two exchanged no further words as the pink-haired man anxiously awaited the [h/c] response, who was now a blushing mess.

"Uhm..I.." [Name] stumbled on his words, [e/c] eyes staring into James black ones, he seemed nervous about [Name]'s response.

"I..I would love to, James.." [Name] mumbled, his heart beating rapidly as James exhaled a sigh of relief, cupping [Name]'s cheek and asked him subtly if he could kiss him. James received a slow nod in response.

Soon enough, James, relieved to finally have the [h/c] to himself, took [Name]'s lips into his own.

"Merry Christmas, [Name]."

AN: I know, I know, I'm like a day late since Christmas passed, but I still wanted to write something.

©KEI-LUV. please do not translate or repost any of my work on any other platform, or claim any of it as your own. 2023

[honeyhotteok]

[12:23am] Your eyes scan the beach until they finally spot Johan by the shore, sitting in the sand with his arms resting on top of his knees. You exhale a sign of relief and put your phone with your multiple unanswered texts to him back into your pocket. You descend the steps down from the pier and walk across the now cooled-off sand. The moonlight caresses the side of his face, his eyes swimming in worries and a weight he can’t communicate as he stares out at the waves. You quietly sit down next to him. You rest your head on his shoulder, and he lets you. The two of you stay like that for a while, listening to the waves rolling and crashing against the sand.

[dailyseoseongeun]

Fluffy hair, nice profile, tattoos... My type.

[binsoojun]

dropping a cute goo brainrot bc i can teehee <33

LOVE CONFESSION !?

ㅤ

“dear dumbass (affectionate),

i know how much this sounds dumb to you, but i feel like i should confess it to you sooner or later to get rid of it and prevent it from escalating any further.

ㅤ

to put it more simply, i like you.

ㅤ

i like you so much to the point that imagining adorable and fuzzy scenarios in my head would be filled with you. the love songs i listen to are suddenly all about you, and i hate it so much it's driving me insane. i hate how it makes me smile, fluster, all of that. i'm being a real idiot right now, am i? maybe Gun was right, i'm still in denial for my feelings for you.

ㅤ

the way you smile, the way your laugh sounds sonically pleasing to hear, your teasing, it all gives me butterflies. i'm surprised that you didn't notice me falling for you slowly by each second passing by, wasn't i a bit too obvious?

ㅤ

maybe because i always kept telling you that i love you jokingly?

ㅤ

though, i feel like i'd ruin our relationship like this, i don't really want that to happen. if that does happen, i don't know if i could talk to you the same anymore. but at the end of the day, it's just some silly love letter right? no big deal! ;)) we can always pretend like it didn't happen at all and continue with our lives, maybe even continue the friendship too if you're okay with it!

ㅤ

i know this is a bit embarrassing and stupid for a love letter for you and it's not as poetic like the others you've gotten from before, but i really wanted you to know.

... and maybe because i want to get back at Gun's statements about me being a pussy (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) but that doesn't matter. what matters is that you get my message through this letter.

ㅤ

i like you, can i be your boyfriend?

ㅤ

yours truly, kim joongoo.”

ㅤ

[greywolfiekai]

His Beloved by ThereforeIAmWolfz

Is a fluffy, romance based Lookism Fanfic, mainly on Ao3, that features Jay Hong x Daniel. It's a No Second Body Au, where Daniel starts J-High in the same body shape as Little Daniel when he finishes his training with Sophia. Short, Cute, and in need of good feeding. He still has the copy abilities, but due to not having the physically perfect body of Big Daniel, only has a limited ability due to his shortness.

Not that he needs it, as he's making friends left and right. And will be adopted as a younger brother by both Gun and DG/James.

Janiel is relatively fast burn, with POV's from both sides along with side POV's so far from Zack and Jiho.

[lookismfanfics]

𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭

Warnings: None! It’s purely fluff! (Semi-Established relationship)

Daniel • Jay • Jace • Vasco • Eli • Warren • Olly • Jake • Lineman •

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 🝮 He was tired from... Actually, you’re not sure. He’s always tired by the time we swings by your place.

🝮 You could tell his eyelids were getting heavy. He tried stifling his yawns as best as he could… but…

🝮 His cheek made contact with your shoulder, first. Warm, and, despite appearances, pudgy. 🝮 Your fingers brushed back his swoop of bangs.

🝮 He stirred, mumbling an apology.

🝮 You insisted it was fine, but eased him into your bed anyways. It wasn’t comfortable on the futon.

🝮 Your head hit your pillow about an hour later. Sleep was crawling at the corners of your mind. You shut your eyes, welcoming the darkness. 🝮 And then there’s Daniel.

🝮 It was subconscious. An accident. (Since he sleeps on— himself— all the time.)

🝮 Suddenly you felt the warmth of his mochi cheeks… on your chest?!

🝮 🚩🚩🚩

🝮🚨🚨🚨

🝮 *Panic screams*

🝮 A ton of heat rushes to your face. You’re not sure what to do…!

🝮 You look down at his sleeping features. The glow of the night light cascading pink warmth against his profile… his bangs that fall in just the right way. It makes you wanna melt.

🝮 He relaxes into your body; and soon your pulse steadies. 🝮 He insists; it was unintentional.

𝐉𝐚𝐲

🝮 You can tell that he’s getting just a little frustrated with the design-portion of your exams.

🝮 It’s your second year in the Fashion course. You and Jay are currently struggling to invent any whimsical outfit ideas for your mid-term assignment.

🝮 You see his head lower closer to his desk as he rips out yet another page from his sketchpad.

🝮 “Is it the anatomy again? Or the actual clothes?”

🝮 He glances back at you, a frown molded onto his lips.

🝮 One nod of the head confirms your suspicions.

🝮 You set down your pencil.

🝮 “Let’s take a break. You’re gonna get burn-out if you don’t…” you warn firmly

🝮 Despite the rapid shakes of his head, you drag him up from his seat and onto the couch.

🝮 Cross-legged, huddled in the corner of the sofa, you force your partner upright. 🝮 Your hands curl into his taught muscles. He flinches upon the contact, recoiling slightly. You rub more gently. 🝮 You smile as you watch Jay slowly melt into your massage. His head droops forward, his back muscles relieved of their tension.

🝮 And then… the faux-blonde began slowly reclining onto your smaller form.

🝮 His head lay against your chest gently, pinning you to the arm of the sofa.

🝮 What could you do but watch his chest heave rhythmically up and down? It distracted you from admiring his aristocratically sculpted features; including but not limited to his tempting lips, defined collar bone, and tiny nose

🝮 You swore, you saw on “sleeping beauty’s” seemingly blank face, the tiniest smirk etch into the corners of his mouth

🝮 Jay shook his head when you accused him of being awake… but you were both well aware of the truth.

🝮 He was tired. But it was semi-intentional

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐞

🝮 It doesn’t matter if he’s an intellectual genius… or a kid detective… or any of that crap.

🝮 Jace Park, in all honesty, wasn’t expecting you to be “touch starved.” 🝮 He wasn’t entirely convinced he knew what that meant…

🝮 But here he was, playing a good boyfriend like the hopeless romantic he was. 🝮 And there you were… sprawled out on his bed, running your fingers through his hair while his head rested on your chest.

🝮 He faced away from you… towards your mix-matched socks. His cheek warmer than usual against your fully-clothed chest.

🝮 Your fingers released his hair for a moment to tease his ears

🝮 You feel the weight on your chest heat up increasingly, so you stop, a hint of a smirk toying at your lips

🝮 “What’d you mean by touch starved?” Jace asks finally, glancing up at you with no-nonsense interest.

🝮 You look away sheepishly, once again tugging on his hair to distract yourself

🝮 “I dunno. I just felt kinda… like I hadn’t been touched in a while.” 🝮 Jace releases a hum that you can feel vibrate his entire being. It makes your heart pound a little faster.

🝮 He’d probably fall asleep like that; lying on your chest. But of course, only per your request. He’s much too good embarrassed for those sorts of scandalous things.

𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨

🝮 Everything about this man is heavy. 🝮 His entire physique screams “I weigh over 200 lbs.”

🝮 So you’re a little scared. You’re scared of what he’s capable of.

🝮 You’re scared of what he could do to you- intentional or not. 🝮 Vasco is Vasco. And no matter how much they insist… St. Bernard’s aren’t meant to be lap dogs.

🝮 You want to deny him the opportunity…

🝮 But you feel a surge of trust when you look into his eyes.

🝮 He looks calm at the moment. Mature. His eyes are dark, and yet they hold their docile gentleness that assures you he isn’t in his “predator” mode.

🝮 He asks again, softly:

🝮 “Can I listen to your heart?”

🝮 You release a sigh, nodding your head without much hesitation. You’ve made up your mind, after all.

🝮 Vasco is about to bend down, but you stop him.

🝮 “Let’s just lay on my bed…” you murmur quietly. It’s a real struggle to battle off your growing blush

🝮 So that’s how you ended up pressed against your pillow, legs intertwined with his, your fingers laced together and laid across his broad shoulders.

🝮 Vasco was listening to your heart for a good long while, glancing up at you with wide and innocent puppy-eyes

🝮 You smoothed back his hair just in time to see his eyes flutter shut

🝮 Vasco wasn’t that heavy…

🝮 His cheek felt feather-light against your chest- his body hardly applying any pressure onto yours.

🝮 You sign heavily, rubbing his back with your hands. He’ll keep up the intense plank until he wakes up. You know that.

🝮 He falls asleep on your chest really quickly. He’ll ask permission before though! 🥺

𝐄𝐥𝐢

🝮 You’re both really tired.

🝮 Eli’s eyes have dark rings beneath them. He’s still smiling- even if it looks Barbie-level plastic at this point. His hair is all rumpled, too.

🝮 You pull down the covers and begin crawling into bed: “Is her fever down?”

🝮 Eli nods, sliding next to you lethargically

🝮 You’re too tired to even blush, nodding your head as he draped his leg around your frame

🝮 You wrap your arm around his shoulders, egging him closer to you

🝮 And soon, his warm breath is tousling against your shirt. He’s completely out of it…

🝮 You let your eyes shut.

🝮 You absorb in the feeling of Eli laying on top of you, legs straddling your side, cheek melting into your chest, his hair tickling your chin.

🝮 You stay like that for a long time, both just resting your eyes.

🝮 When you feel Eli’s face heating up, even when he’s deep in sleep, you have to promise yourself not to groan when he wakes up

🝮 The start of a fever, for Eli, means that he has trouble falling asleep. 🝮 Especially since Yenna is already sick…

🝮 It also means that now, you’ve become his personal pillow.

🝮 His favorite pillow.

🝮 It’s very intentional; but it’s something both of you initiate, so…

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧

🝮 You force his head forward.

🝮 Sitting on the couch, your legs draped around his shoulders; you’re attempting to style the mighty Warren Chae’s hair

🝮 Your hands comb through his dark black strands of hair, gel smearing across the roots of his hair.

🝮 It smells like hair product; which he hates; but you tell him that he has to look nice today, and you won’t let him leave without looking a little different

🝮 Finally, with all his moaning about how painful it is, you give up

🝮 “Fine. Get up here on the couch is you have to…” you mutter vehemently, glaring at him

🝮 Warren is fine.

🝮 The-Diva-Warren-Chae is not.

🝮 “(My) Butt hurts.”

🝮 “You poor thing,” you deadpan

🝮 You’re well aware that he isn’t fond of fixing up his appearance. And you’re also aware that sitting on hard concrete isn’t exactly comfortable.

🝮 You spread out your legs further to accommodate his hips. Your hands reach up for his hair, once again swishing it back with more elegance than it usually has.

🝮 As you continue to swoop his hair back, tugging gently at the roots, you start to feel the weight of his back in between your legs.

🝮 And slowly… Warren slips downward.

🝮 The back of his head rests against your chest; pressed close to your pathetically pounding heart.

🝮 You sputter, shaking his shoulders lightly.

🝮 He hums in reply. “Let me sleep…”

🝮 You sigh. Your hands entangle into his hair, and you rest your chin against his head.

🝮 He fell asleep. It was probably an accident… right?

𝐎𝐥𝐥𝐲

🝮 Olly was concentrating, you noticed.

🝮 There was a slight change in his posture; a decline in his usual chaotic-energy that always filled the room

🝮 He leaned forward onto his knees, cupping his cheek with his hand and draping the other across his thighs.

🝮 First, you had tried to ignore it. He was staring at your side profile, wordlessly, with a neutral expression.

🝮 You knew it was wrong... But compared to his fake smiles- you preferred his serious face. Just... Not when it was directed at you.

🝮 You turned to him tentatively, quirking a brow. “What is it now?”

🝮 His expression doesn’t change. He just mumbles: “Nothing.”

🝮 And then just as you turn away: “Lay down.”

🝮 You turn abruptly to him, puzzlement washing over your features.

🝮 “How many pills did you have—?” “Can you just do it already?-!”

🝮 Olly rises, shrugging off his jacket and pushing you onto the sofa.

🝮 Son of a…

🝮 For a feeling moment you think he’s going to take advantage of you. Or hurt you. Or do something that’ll negatively affect you for the rest of your-

🝮 And then his head falls onto your chest.

🝮 👁👄👁

🝮🧍‍♀️/🧍‍♂️

🝮 “What’re you doing?” You ask

🝮 His knees are on the ground, shoulders hunched over you, and face relaxing on your chest.

🝮 He turns towards you, taking a moment to burry into your chest face-down, before returning your gaze. 180°.

🝮 “What’s it look like?” He asks excitedly-

🝮 When he’s this close you can very distinctly see the inked star (✵) next to his eye, and the freckles that hide on the bridge of his nose.

🝮 You just sigh, shoving his head to the other side.

🝮 You lay there for about… half an hour? And when your body starts to cramp up, and you want to move…

🝮 You realize that Big Daddy, Olly Wang, is asleep.

🝮 He had initiated it. But it did feel… comfortable.

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

🝮 “Mr. Butt?” 🝮 “Mrs. Boobs?”

🝮 “Oh shut up!”

🝮 You don’t quite remember how this happened… only that now that you were both in this position, neither of you had the intention of leaving.

🝮 Jake Kim had very soft hair. You knew that already… you had cut it for him on numerous occasions.

🝮 You had asked about it, and Jake had said you could touch it.

🝮 But now here he was, teasing you just as relentlessly as you were teasing him.

🝮 With your fingers entangled in his hair, your faces a breath apart from each other, you were certain that whatever move you made would have to really throw him off.

🝮 “…Look (Y/N)… I appreciate the gesture and all… but now you’re kinda pulling on my—”

🝮 Think? There isn’t any time to think.

🝮 You flop backwards onto the armchair, and Jake falls with you.

🝮 It doesn’t take long for the two of you to get more comfortable. Jake, forgetting his previous discomfort, slides his hips into the side of the oversized chair, spooning your frame and smashing it into the other arm.

🝮 Strings of conversation murmur through the room without much point. You both have one goal, it would seem.

🝮 As much as Jake would rather be in your position, he complies to the situation he’s in.

🝮 Gradually the two of you melt together, Jake’s cheek resting against your chest.

🝮 He feels warm, and slightly heavy. Your fingers awkwardly retract from his hair in order to trace his side profile.

🝮 Seeing as your banter has died out, and you both feel somewhat comfortable, it’s only natural that Jerry finds you asleep in that very position.

🝮 It was a gradual process that both of you partook in. Afterwards, Jake didn’t tease you about it, and you both only mentioned it on occasion.

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧

🝮 He’s just a little bit tired, he says.

🝮 You can tell, just by looking at him, that that’s a load of ␈

🝮 Soon you’re gesturing him into your bed, even if it does kill you that his sneakers are still on.

🝮 You help him shrug off his jacket, despite him insisting he can handle it on his own.

🝮 “You say that, but you look like you’re on the verge of collapsing.”

🝮 And collapse he did.

🝮 You heard him flop down onto your pillows, and gave him a few minutes or so to fall asleep.

🝮 Now it was your turn, and since you were quite confident he was unconscious, it didn’t bother you at all to strip naked and get into your sleeping wear in front of him.

🝮 Him: ➖👄➖ 💤

🝮 You’d never tell him what he “missed out” on, because truly he didn’t miss anything that would really impress him-

🝮 You crawl beside him, tucking your legs under the covers.

🝮 First you wrap your arm around his neck.

🝮 Bless him for being a side sleeper. 😩

🝮 He’s out cold. Really cold.

🝮 Cradling his head and moving it onto your chest isn’t a problem. He complies easily.

🝮 You’ve always wanted to sleep with him like this. Without him at night, you turn on all three nightlights and cradle your pillow until morning.

🝮 But now that Lineman’s with you, you can sleep.

🝮 You initiated it, of course, but in the morning the only one with regrets is you for not doing it sooner.

🝮 (Also he thinks this is a sign that you wanna start something so you gotta push him off of you to go to school)

Part 2. Ft Gun, Goo, James/DG, Vinjin, Johan, Zack? Anyone?

[international-sunrise]

I LOST MY FEAR OF FALLING

CHAPTER 10/? : and they'll clean up your looks with all the lies in the books...

Fandom: 외모지상주의 | Lookism

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Hong Jae Yeol | Jay & Park Hyung Suk | Daniel, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Characters: Hong Jae Yeol | Jay, Park Hyung Suk | Daniel, Hong Jae Hye | Joy, Lee Jin Sung | Zack, Lee Eun Tae | Vasco

Additional Tags: Character Study, Relationship Study, Pre-Relationship, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Canon Compliant, Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, It Gets Worse, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, POV Hong Jae Yeol | Jay, Spoilers for Lookism

CHAPTER 10: AND THEY'LL CLEAN UP YOUR LOOKS WITH ALL THE LIES IN THE BOOKS...

Summary:

Love can't make you braver. It most definitely makes you stupid, though.

[lotus-n-l0ve]

may i request a gun smut to feed my desires :< a wife!reader would be cute..

Look at me, shamelessly answering after months 🫣 honestly speaking, I have tried to write something with this so many times before but I just couldn't. My smut game is really bad 😮‍💨

TOUCH OF DELIGHT

— Gun Park x Wife!Female Reader

Its Not Smut It's Romance.

*⁠.⁠✧ SYNOPSIS : Just gun and his wife fucking.

*⁠.⁠✧ WARNINGS & TAGS : Smut, kissing, slight cockwarming, inappropriate language, unprotected sex, 633 words.

*⁠.⁠✧ — NAVIGATION // LOOKISM MASTERLIST

DON'T PRESS [KEEP READING] IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE. MINORS DNI, IF YOU DO THEN IT'S YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY.

The spacious room is dimmed with just the golden light of the lamps. Uncountable petals of red rose scattered all over the bed and floor. Gun sat on the fluffy bed with his back resting on the headboard while you straddled his lap. Your naked limbs entangled with each other, feeling each other up. His semi hard cock resting comfortably between your warm walls.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” Your whisper cut through the silence of the night.

Gun hummed with his ever so deep voice as he admired you and let you do whatever you wanted. Your fingers caressed under the raven void for eyes. Only you could look at him, possibly the most dangerous gangster of Japan, and think of him to be adorable. Other people wet their pants at even a mention of his name.

Can't blame them though. After all you were the only one with whom Gun left himself so vulnerable. You could stab a knife through his chest and he would still believe that you did that to protect him. He just trusted you that much. Though his trust did not come easy. After years of hurdles, tears, angst and undying love did you two became one.

You held his cheek with both hands, placing feather-like kisses on his closed eyelids. His sturdy arms that were wrapped around your waist descended to grasp your hips on the side. Butterfly kisses drifted down to his swollen lips before taking his lips in a long, passionate kiss.

Gun returned the kiss with equal hunger. Your walls clench around him, making him groan. Gun tightened his grip on your hips and raised you up before slamming you down on his hard cock, making you moan embarrassingly loud in the process. The previous orgasm worked as lubricant as his dick slipped in and out smoothly.

Your moans mixed with his heavy grunts. It was not enough. Gun raised his hips desperately, meeting you in the middle. Seeking for relief. Frustrated, Gun slammed your back on the bed and hovered over you.

“Get ‘n your fuck’n knees.” Gun sneered, lipping his cock out. Though before you could move he flipped you like a sack and brought your ass up in the air and pushed his cock all the way in.

“Ah— gentle, Gun.” You yelp but your throbbing pussy said otherwise.

Gun held your hips and snapped his against your ass desperately. Stretching your wall real well. His heavy balls slapping on your clit and sending shivers down your spine.

“So fucki’n tight even after cumming that much earlier?” Gun taunted through clenched teeth.

A smack lands down on your ass, forcing a mewl out of you. You bury your head further into the pillow and clutch the bedsheet in a death grip. You were a babbling mess, too fucked out of your brain to make any sense since the night began. All you could do was moan and beg for a release.

“Fuck, fuck- Yuzuru, I can't—”

The soft moan of his name sent a rush of adrenal straight to his dick as he picked up the speed. That vein wrapped around his cock rubbed your inside making it harder for him to last.

“Come for me sweetheart, won't ya?” Gun hissed into your ears

Your toes curled up as he shot hot threads of seeds in your pussy, combining with your cum. Gun stayed in you for a few minutes. hysterical panting of you two filled the room. As his heart calmed down Gun pulled his dick. A whimper left your lips.

Gun stared at the white fluid oozed out, running down your tights and dripping onto the sheets. He scooped the liquid spread on your lips and shoved them back in your cunt. Exactly where they belong.

LIKED IT? THEN PLEASE LEAVE A LIKE, REBLOG & COMMENT. IT WOULD MEAN A LOT AND FOLLOW ME FOR MORE LIKE THESE. THANK YOU ♡

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Hello !! Do I ask for a Jinyoung Park x husband reader ? please fluff and one shot

NOSTOS . ⁺ JINYOUNG PARK

nostos: defined by homecoming, as after a long journey Gone are the days of an empty stomach and the taste of blood on your tongue. Tonight, your biggest worry consists only of explaining the ball of fur (wedged damply under your raincoat) to your oh-so-beloved husband. anon this is my first married fic ever so I hope this is decent enough fr pairings: jinyoung park + husband reader warnings: none! (literally my only one with zero warnings) wc: 1.1k

LOOKISM MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

Forgive me. Two words repeated themselves like pious mantras while you trudged up the stairs. The rubber of your soles colliding rhythmically against the linoleum of each step sounded comforting, unlike the frivolous allegro of your heartbeat. Residue rainwater left miserly puddles in your wake, and you felt guilty for the soft-spoken janitor who’d tend to the mud tracked into the flooring. 

Forgive me. For what? There were a million mellifluous syllables to describe the long wrongdoings of your life, but to list them all would blur them into flowery wine rather than the sour plums that they were. Lying to good people? Purging the murky cesspits of Gapryong’s Fist? Muddying up the downtown apartment complex your penthouse had been reduced to? 

Gone was the gilt that came with the blood. Your biggest sin this week was making a babe cry with your brief glance, and perhaps the parcel wedged beneath your warm body and raincoat. 

With one hand, you fumbled a rusty key into your lock—third floor, no lurkers, no telltale signs of intruders—and with the other, you clutched the bundle to your chest with the fervour of a starved man. It’s open—!

“Oh.” There he is. 

“‘Oh’ is right. You are late,” he seethed, eyes roaming from the very crown of your soaked head to the tips of your muddy boots. “And you’re getting mud everywhere.”

“Forgive me.” You sounded perfectly contrite, and somewhat abashed—and the sincerity in your tone caused Jinyoung Park to somewhat deflate. You— he— he could never stay mad at the face of his downcast husband after all, even if he knew full well the trembling furrow in your brows had been practised and machinated until Gapryong damn Kim himself twitched in irritation at your performances. 

Well. You weren’t the Infiltrator behind the Fist for no reason. 

“If you’re sorry, take a hot bath before you catch a cold. I’ll heat up the jjigae so you don’t get sick,” he grumbled, but anyone and everyone who knew him could see the soft-worn affection behind his grousing. He wasn’t your husband for no reason. 

There was no move from you. You remained holding your coat to your chest, ring glinting on your finger as you shifted. The back of his neck prickled. 

“Err, might be a bit of a problem, doc,” you said. Sheepishly. Like you always did before that mouth of yours caused your target to become tetchy as they threw something at you. 

His hand instinctively reached for your pink fluffy slipper on the shoe rack to whack your arm with. 

“You got injured? What did you do?” But rather than land on his target, he grasped your arm. There might’ve been a meow. Did it come from you? Maybe. He could never be too sure with you. 

With a loud, obnoxiously obvious gulp, you slid the material of your windbreaker aside. It rustled as though it was making excuses for you, since you wouldn’t argue your case. In fact, you would probably cheerfully agree with whatever he flung at you. 

“A… cat. A cat,” he stared dumbly. A soggy feline juvenile stared dumbly back. 

Huh?

“A… cat?” he repeated, still processing the mental shock. Its matted, damp grey fur and huge splotch on your shirt suggested you’d carried this wretched creature for many miles. And, knowing you, you probably had. Despair wrought his face pallid. 

“Sur… prise?” you echoed in a mimicry of his cadence, and he buried his forehead in his clammy palm. No, he prepared himself to say, already expecting the imminent question. No, his mouth formed. No. “And it’s a kitten, not a cat. Be nice.”

“Can we keep him?” you asked as though this wasn’t the cheap apartment you’d purchased in this district. No, he wanted to reproach, since you did somewhat acquiesce to his request on your whims. You stared, just as dumbly as him and that cat—an unfortunate trio if he ever saw one. “We can call him Jake.”

“We are not calling him the name of my nephew,” he shot back instantly, then immediately cursed at both himself and you for your masterful deceitfulness. Damn you. Damn his silly, obnoxious, beautiful husband drenched and pitiful from the rain, pleading with those eyes of his and causing him to unintentionally fold. You played him like a damn fiddle. 

And judging by the bright beam you wore, it seemed you knew that a bit too well. 

“Well, I’ll be off cleaning our dear nephew,” you zipped past him, still clutching that little furball with all the tenderness of a new father. He was so lost in the happy glow of your smile that it took him quite a few seconds to recall exactly just what you had said. 

“We are not naming it Jake!” he gritted out. 

“You can finally be the favourite uncle!” you sang, partially drowned out by the flow of hot water. 

Staggering, he propped his elbow up against the thin door leading to the bathroom—sharp glare poised right at it. 

When will I learn to refuse him?

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“Who are you and what the hell did you do to my husband?” Shellshocked, you gaped at the scene before you; Jinyoung Park, the man you had sworn to cherish forevermore, had been replaced by someone who’d actually tolerated the kitten’s presence. Nay, the man had the very furball—that he glared at—sequestered away on his very lap while he looked over research files from his lab. And he was stroking behind its ears and under its chin nonetheless! 

What a conundrum. 

“Being the favourite uncle,” he replied with a half-smirk that couldn’t be hidden from your prying eyes. For once in your long life—riddled with more lies and deceits than you could count—you were stumped. 

You cooed to the kitten, attempted bribing it with treats, and even brandished the foxtail you’d found on your way back home. All for naught—the feline remained firmly wedged on his lap, and you couldn’t believe your eyes. 

“Well, your prophecy did work out. We’re both favourite uncles now,” he bragged, and a tear might’ve slipped from your eye as you watched the heartwarming scene. 

“Save a space for me on the couch after I shower,” you demanded, though it was not with any malice nor aggression—just a raw affection for this little bubble. 

“I’ll see.” However hard he denied it, he was still that wily man you’d fallen for; in the hazy evening lamplight, though, he was much softer round the edges.  

And perhaps you were too. 

For despite your lack of piety, you sincerely prayed this would be the domain of the future.

a/n: yes the cat is still called jake

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Lookism x Reader: Boyfriend Moments

G/N. Fluffy scenes. Yes, this bitch delulu. Sammy, Vin, Goo, Jake, Ryuhei, Gun. Masterlists

Samuel Seo

"Try this," you offer to Samuel your tea.

That is delicious, by the way. And the way he pulls a face at the milky concoction mildly offends you.

You continue to wave the cup in your boyfriend's face, straw close to being shoved up his nose, drink splashing perilously against the lid.

He gives in. Because your dedication for annoying shit like this knows no bounds.

Steadying your hand and leaning forward, he takes a gulp from your drink. It's actually not bad. Better than he thought but-

"Too sweet," Samuel says, straightening and pushing his glasses back up his nose.

"Suit yourself," you shrug, appeased that at least Sammy has given it a go and you take a sip yourself. Then, with a grin- "It's like we just kissed."

He arches an eyebrow at you pointing at the straw, can't help rolling his eyes even as he chuckles at your silliness.

"Here,"  Samuel leans down again and kisses you. Tasting the tea on your lips except this time it is much much nicer. Delicious even. "Now we've actually kissed."

.

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Vin Jin

Vin is undeniably cringe, according to Mary. And also a simp, according to-

Everyone, actually.

But he reasons that everyone must be jealous because if they found someone like you, they would also be all over them too.

Much like Vin is.

He's a lot more PG-13 than you expected though, less handsy. Even with his reputation, cool and cocky and honestly a bit of an asshole, Vin loves simply holding your hand, your fingers intertwined with his. Walking down the street and everyone knowing you're together.

Maybe it's a bit childish to like this one simple gesture so much. But he doesn't care. Sometimes he likes to just look at your hand in his, comparing sizes, touching your palm against his, and feeling the softness of your skin.

It doesn't stop there though.

He gives you loud obnoxious smooches on the cheek, rests his chin on your head, forces you to share a seat, squished together with your legs draping over his.

Vin wants you close by all the time. And he used to be annoyed when Mary would call him embarrassing, tell him to get a room. 

Has tried to keep a little distance at first yet continues to be drawn to you like a magnet. In the end, he has stopped caring. Besides, he thinks having you by his side automatically makes him a lot cooler.

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Goo Kim

Goo knows what comes out of his mouth is gold, it’s just a shame that other people don't.

Gun tells him to shut up frequently, Crystal's eyes glaze over as she hums politely, and he knows Kouji tunes him out.

He takes it as a challenge sometimes, to see how long he can keep talking before he makes them awkward and uncomfortable, wasting their time, hoping to drive them insane.

It hasn't happened yet, but he's proud to say he's been close.

"And then what happened?" you ask Goo, leaning forward eagerly to hear the end of his story.

His brows knit together, puzzled. "Huh?"

"You can't stop there. What happened next?!"

Goo blinks. This (or 10 minutes ago) was usually when everyone told him to shut up. "You actually wanna hear the rest of it?"

You give a look to say 'duh' and nod.

Huh. Goo feels himself tearing up, dramatically thumps his hand against his heart and tells you you're the best.

"I know. Now finish the story."

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Jake Kim

Jerry can recite all your key facts. Where you were born, your date of birth, blood type, horoscope.

Jason sometimes corrects him on the MBTI though.

Brad knows your favourite foods and favourite drinks, Lineman your favourite clothes and brands.

Lua knows that you prefer colder weather, although there's nothing like a sunny day to brighten up your mood. Or hiding somewhere warm and cosy when the rain pitter patters outside.

Sinu can recite your's and Jake's anniversary off by heart. The gifts that you have bought him, and what he has bought for you. He also knows what Jake was considering buying for you but decided not to in the end, for one reason or another.

Fact of the matter is, Jake slips you into all his conversations with everyone. It's a bit of a talent, to be honest. Even if the conversation isn't remotely related to you, Jake still finds something to mention that involves you.

It was a headache, at first. Jake derailed discussions and Big Deal meetings with anecdotes and tidbits when you first got together. Over time it became barely noticeable, only off hand comments or throw away remarks here and there.

This worked out well for the crew, because no one had the heart to tell Jake to shut up. How could they when his face lights up, eyes soft and crinkling. and he smiles so sweetly talking about you.

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Ryuhei Kuroda

"Hey," you murmur, kissing Ryuhei on the cheek as his eyes flutter open.

He's looking at you bleary eyed, smile spreading as he comes to. You both sport matching pillowcase wrinkles on your face, and Ryuhei's cowlick is even more outrageous than usual.

"That was good," he says, stretching his hands overhead, elongating his limbs and arching his foot.

"The best nap," you agree.

Intimacy used to mean sex to Ryuhei. All physical.

Now, well it still means that because it is Ryuhei after all. But it also means deep conversations into the night with you. Sharing opinions and thoughts and vulnerability. Having another half (a better half, if you asked him) to be with, share experiences with.

And one of his favourite experiences that he recently discovered, is napping with you.

Ryuhei had expected his favourite experiences to be all manners of lewd and explicit things. But nothing can beat the soft domesticity of him curled around your back, both your breaths starting to deepen as you drift to sleep in his arms and he follows closely behind.

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Gun Park

You wouldn't say Gun is a feeder, but the fact that he cooks and feeds you so well came as a surprise.

"Nutrition is important," he would tell you, prepping in a frilly apron that you bought for him as a joke but wore anyway because why wouldn't he? It's from you.

You also don't understand what role nutrition plays when he prepares the food in cutest ways. Carrots in the shape of flowers, octopus cut sausages, onigiri with faces made from nori.

Tonight, you peer down at your katsu curry, with a bear shaped out of rice lounging in it.

You can't help the burst of laughter, thinking of your boyfriend - the fearful Gun Park, the Shiro Oni, in the kitchen cooking this for you.

"What?" Gun asks, seated across the table, a spoonful halfway to his mouth.

"It's too cute," You grin at the black eyed menace, the guy that was supposed to be all about fighting but has a terribly soft spot for you.

You glance down at the bear again, in an adorably relaxed position with steam rising around it reminiscent of an onsen. It seems almost a shame to eat it. "I can't believe you made this."

Gun gives you a matter of fact answer, "You like it more when it's cute." 

Oh.

The fact he goes to all this effort, just because you like it more, makes him the cutest of all.