#gun park

[sscarletvenus]

lookism tweets to keep the populace entertained

[lheslie]

Gun Courting you

Gun doesn't court someone, unless he's serious about you.

He's all about committing, if he ever decides to date someone.

He's the type to date to marry.

If he isn't serious, you're just a one night stand or a hook up, he would not care about you or your feelings.

This man would be courteous, buy you flowers, a gentleman, carrying all your luggage.

He pays for everything, no questions asked, it's only normal for a man to pay, he was raised with that mindset.

He is a traditional man, considering he was raised in a household, that believes that he is destined to be the man of the house, the provider.

So, as he was raised to be. he provides everything that you need.

He buys everything, even with a simple glance on a product. He'll assume that you took interest in the item and immediately buys them for you, even though you deny it.

Going on a date with him, he's always on time, he even comes early and wait for five minutes outside before he knocks or rings your door bell.

You'll be picked up by him in a car, he opens doors for you.

He's the one making reservations on private luxury restaurants, he orders the staff to make it exquisite.

He takes you to different places each time trying to take you sightseeing.

Candle lit dinners, with a violin played in the background with wine or champange.

When you both talk, he's straightforward with you, so you must be straight with him too.

He gives you respect and listens to you as you talk about anything.

He walks with you, enjoying the stars.

If you ever get tired of walking he'll offer to carry you back home.

He's also the type of person to hold an umbrella if it's hot or raining.

You're also well respected by people surrounding him.

He'll protect you, he always make sure you're safe.

You're safety is his priority, you're his priorty.

He would gladly drop anything just to answer your call.

Goo would try to flirt with you to make Gun jealous, and it does make him jealous.

Gun is territorial, he doesn't like anyone messing on what's his.

Even if you both still aren't together, he already had his sights on you first, and he isn't letting anyone get their hands on you.

Although your safety is his priority he doesn't treat you, like you're delicate, No he also respect that you can handle yourself.

He'll only intervene if you asked, he will view you as an equal.

[locomoqo]

haiii!!! i may have spent the rest of my time reading all your works🥲🥲 and is it okay to request Girl Dad! jake,goo and gun reacting to their baby just blabbering and them going on with it like “yeah i know right” “that’s so true”

thank you!! (also take ur time since it looks like you have alot on ur plate atm💕💕)

sweet talk

ft. Gun Park, Goo Kim & Jake Kim x f!reader [separate]

details: fluff, established relationship (married)

A/N: I SAW THIS AND I WAS LIKE OH I HAVE TO DO THISSS ITS SO SAUR CUTEEEE YIEEE THANK YOU ANON FOR THIS REQ mweheh i love reqs like these

ᯓ★—GUN

Gun worked swiftly, slicing the apples with precision. He glanced over at his baby girl in her seat, her wide eyes tracking his every move as he sliced through each piece. You were down with a fever, leaving him to not only take care of you but also to manage his curious, babbling daughter.

He held up a bunny-shaped apple slice, presenting it to her with a slight smirk. Her reaction was immediate—eyes lighting up as she reached out, tiny fingers stretching toward the apple. “You like the bunny?” he asked as she took it and clumsily tried to nibble on it, ending up with more drool than bites.

Gun shook his head with a faint smile, but just as he turned back to finish the apple slices, she banged her chubby hands on the tray, her little mouth opening in a string of excited babbles.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, tilting his head as she bounced in her seat, one hand gripping the bunny slice like a prized possession while the other pointed insistently at the plate.

“These are for mommy,” he explained, trying to hold his ground, but she only babbled louder, waving her free hand around as if to insist.

Gun sighed, glancing at the bunny-shaped slice she held, and then at the other slices on the plate. “You want all of them like this?” he muttered, looking back at her. “You think mommy would like it, huh?”

“Mamamama!” she gurgled happily, slapping her tiny hands against the tray again, clearly delighted at his consideration.

Gun chuckled, shaking his head. “Fine, you win.” He picked up another apple slice, carefully cutting it into another bunny shape. His daughter watched, entranced, and when he showed her the new bunny, she squealed with delight.

As he worked, Gun continued to talk to her, more to keep her entertained than anything. “Think mommy’s going to like the bunnies?” he mused out loud, and she responded with a babble, as if offering her very serious opinion on the matter.

After finishing, he arranged the bunny-shaped slices neatly on the plate, giving one last glance to his daughter, who had finally managed a small nibble on her slice. “Well, if it makes you two happy…” he muttered with a small, barely-there smile, carrying his daughter in one arm and the plate in his other hand to bring a little joy to his sick wife.

With his daughter happily babbling away at her “help” and his own satisfaction at his work.

ᯓ★—GOO

Goo strolled through the house with his baby girl snuggled in her carrier, her tiny feet kicking as she took in everything with wide, curious eyes. Every few steps, she’d babble something, and Goo would gasp dramatically, as if she’d just shared the most incredible news.

“Oh, really?” he chuckled, bouncing her gently. “You’re just full of stories today, aren’t you?”

They paused in the hallway when she started reaching out, her little hand stretching toward a framed photo on the wall. It was a candid picture of Goo and you, both smiling on your wedding day. She babbled louder, smacking her little hand against the photo, clearly fascinated.

“Oh-ho! You found mama and dada, huh?” Goo teased, leaning closer to the picture so she could get a better look. She gurgled, waving her hands at the frame, and Goo’s grin grew. “You like that, huh? That’s ‘cause mama’s in it. She’s the pretty one, right? Dada’s just the one making her laugh.”

“Umwa, mwaamama!” she let out a string of babbles, and Goo put on a look of mock surprise. “You think she’s prettier than me? Oh, so it’s like that, huh?” he said, feigning hurt. “I’ll let that one slide since you’re my favorite girl.”

His daughter’s little noises filled the hall, and he grinned, nodding like she’d made the smartest observation. “Ohhh, you think I got lucky, huh? You got that right, sweetie. Lucky, lucky, lucky,” he chuckled. “And look at you, you’re her little twin! Same smile, same cute face… except you got daddy’s charm, don’t you?” he added with a wink, booping her nose.

Another babble.

“Yeah, I know,” he replied, nodding as though they were having a full-blown conversation. “She’s smart, tough, and—well, let’s just say she’s got me wrapped around her finger. And you… you’re just like her, you know? Gonna grow up and be just as amazing.”

He paused, caught off guard by his own words, blinking in surprise as he felt a weird flutter in his chest. “Whoa, that was... okay, that was a little too sentimental,” he muttered, looking down at his daughter, who just blinked up at him with wide, curious eyes. “Ugh, daddy went full cringe mode for a second there. Ignore that, okay?”

But she just babbled back, and Goo groaned playfully, rolling his eyes. “Oh, great, you’re telling mama? You’re ratting dada out for being sappy? Unbelievable,” he said before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

ᯓ★—JAKE

Jake rocked his crying little girl in his arms, gently swaying back and forth as he tried every trick he could think of to calm her down. He bounced her, hummed softly, even gave her that little “shh-shh-shh” that sometimes worked like magic. But today? Not a chance. Her babbling came between tiny, hiccupping sobs, and he leaned down to look at her with a gentle smile, brushing a thumb softly across her chubby cheek.

“Someone’s got a lot to say,” he murmured, his voice soft. “Tell me, princess, what’s wrong? You hungry?” He shifted her in his arms, bouncing her lightly. “Or are you just giving daddy a little piece of your mind?”

His daughter’s cries softened for a moment, only to pick back up again with another babble. Jake widened his eyes, nodding as if he fully understood her complaints. “Ah, I see, I see,” he replied, nodding seriously. “So it’s the blanket, huh? Not soft enough? Or was it the bottle? Too warm? Too cold? Man, this is complicated.”

She let out another babble-cry, tiny fists reaching up to grab onto his shirt as if she were clinging to her last hope. He chuckled, taking her tiny hand and pressing a gentle kiss to her fingers. “Alright, I get it, princess. You’re not mad. Just… sharing some feedback, right? I respect that.”

She let out a series of softer babbles, staring up at him with watery eyes, and Jake leaned forward, pressing his forehead lightly to hers. “Yeah, I’m listening. Go on, get it all out. Daddy’s right here.”

With each little sound she made, Jake nodded along, pretending to take mental notes. “Oh, so it’s my singing you’re not a fan of? I thought it was pretty good—so did mommy, but maybe I need some pointers from the expert,” he whispered, winking. “And the rocking chair? Too slow, right? Got it, I’ll add that to daddy’s list.”

She continued to babble, and he kept going along with it, his voice taking on a playful tone. “And here I thought daddy was nailing it, huh? Guess I still have a lot to learn from the boss.”

She let out a few more babbling sounds, her tone shifting like she was calming down, and Jake continued, nodding sympathetically. “And on top of that, maybe you missed mommy a little too, right? Thought she’d be here, didn’t you?” He gave her a warm smile, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her back. 

Finally, her cries faded into little hiccups, her big eyes staring up at him. Jake let out a soft laugh, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. “See? You just needed someone to listen. Don’t worry, princess—I’ll always be here, taking notes and making sure everything’s just right.”

His daughter cooed softly, finally content, her tiny fingers clutching his shirt as she nestled closer. Jake let out a relieved sigh, pulling her closer.

[mystery-hood]

Some illustrations of characters that are part of the new Lookism merchandise (ID photo stickers). 🩵

[wannaeatramyeon]

Gun Park x Reader: Regret

519 spoiler! G/N. Jail visit, but it's you. Don't worry it's soft. Masterlists

Gun refused to see you, at first.

If you didn't know better, you thought it might have been due to some misguided sense of chivalry. A romantic might have suggested that he didn't want to drag you down with him. At least you still have your freedom while he rots away in prison.

Yet you know he's always been cold, even with you sometimes. This is how he is. If he didn't want to see you, he didn't want to see you. There's very little depth to it.

Then he accepted your visitation.

After numerous times of you requesting, after you were about to give up hope. You're not sure what surprised you the most - your persistence or the fact that he gave in first.

Gun looks-

Well. Gun looks like Gun. (Bruised and bandaged though he is usually bruised and bandaged.)

Handsome. Confident. You hate how well the blue jumpsuit fits his strong frame. Even imprisoned, he still sits like a king on a throne. A ruler blessed with divine right.

You look him in the eyes, pitch black once more with startling white irises. Looking and looking as if the plastic screen wasn't standing between you; a tangible divider between the free and the caged (although you're not sure, if Gun really tried, how well it would hold)-

And could have sworn you saw a flash of regret.

You're not entirely sure what to think. You thought you knew him.

Gun Park isn't one to regret anything. Always weighed up the risks and rewards, took calculated gambles, understood the consequences.

Yet-

Even as he sits there - silent, larger than life, a powerful, dangerous presence-

You think it's regret.

A foreign, new expression that you haven't seen him wear before.

Certainty slams home when his gaze flickers to your fingers and his hand reaches out on reflex before tensing almost imperceptibly and retreating. You would have missed it if you weren't watching him so closely.

It’s definitely regret.

You think you might also regret the next words you say, though your heart and mind has been made up a long time ago.

"I'll wait for you."

They're the only words you tell him today. The only words you tell him for a long time.

His eyes widen and he says nothing when you stand to leave.

"I'll wait for you." You tell him once more, and this time he wears a ghost of a smile instead. 

[amphitriteswife]

Jonggun as a dad

✔️Dad Jonggun! Who actually spent his time being your personal chauffeur because he doesn’t trust any other form of transportation cause you don’t have your license yet.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who says ‘be safe.’ Instead of saying ‘be home at 9’ because he knows what it’s like to be a teenager and have fun.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who doesn’t actively check your grades or your homework because he trusts his child to make good decisions. He’ll only step in if it’s necessary

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who actually understands and listens to you when you disagree with him. You’re his child. And it’s his job as a parent to try and understand you.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who actually knows what you love and gives you little presents at the most random moments for just being his child

✔️ Dad Jonggun! who wouldn’t be angry of he found out you smoke/vape. He’d tell you to think wisely and make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into. But he ultimately wouldn’t stop you. He smokes too after all.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who actually would let you have a boyfriend and be pretty chill with it….on the outside. Internally he’s dying. But your happiness is more important.

✔️ Dad jonggun! Who went to cooking classes because he doesn’t want his baby to eat junk.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who will camp outside your bedroom door after an argument, waiting for you to to come out and say sorry to you with a hug

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who actually bites his tongue when you two argue, he doesn’t want to say something he can’t take back to the most precious thing in his life

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who thought you kyokushin Karate, not because he wants you to be a fighter like him (if you do he would be happy too) but because he wants you to be able to protect yourself

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who helps you with woodcarving when you have little art projects for school.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who isn’t ashamed when ask him to buy you feminine hygiene products. You’re still his daughter, even if you’re now a young lady.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who can’t say no to you when you ask for his credit card. He’ll look down at your face. His eyes staring into yours. A soft grumble escaping his lips before he hands you his card.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who goes to your concerts when you don’t have anyone else to go with. He’ll drive you, buy you what you want, pat your back when you cry and let you sleep on his shoulder on the ride back.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who enjoys talking to you about anything you find interesting, experience or just daily life. He’s your parent. But he wants you to feel as if you can say anything to him. No matter what.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who wore a pink dress on your 3rd birthday because you asked him to be one.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who takes you with him to Japan when he has to deal with Yakuza business but disguises it as a vacation

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who never explicitly told you what he does for his job, but let’s you believe he’s a bodyguard for some people.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who showed up to all your events, even if you never noticed him. Even if you remain with your friends. He doesn’t take it personally. It’s your moment and you can choose how you want to celebrate.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who wants occasionally picks you up during lunch break to have lunch with him and paid by him. He’ll have your books too if you forgot. And a laptop that is fully charged.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who will hug you very tightly when you tell him that you will go to study abroad in another country.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who lets you spam your stupid brainrot stuff on all his socials. He watches them all en responds to them too.

✔️ Dad Jonggun! Who remains stoic and unfazed, but feels so incredibly proud and lucky to have you as his child, always has. But when he sees you at your graduation, he can feel his chest swell with adoration.

That’s all I could think about yall😽

[waleriqww]

HERE IS MY HOUSEWIFEY 🍓😳🫣🤭

[cakeandpudding1]

Imagine Gun Park participating in Record of Ragnarok 🤔

[rikosseen]

Lookism men reacting to their kids being disrespectful to you

Anon req | some kids call you mama (Goo and Jake) |ft. Gun, Goo, Jake, Samuel, Eli

Gun Park

It’s not that he never wanted kids— but rather he didn’t know how to deal with them or guide them as a father.

Watching his son shout a fuck you at you— well. He really feels like he failed as a parent. Perhaps, if Jonggun had used other methods to teach the kid— perhaps if he’d been more present, this wouldn’t have happened.

You stay silent and sit down, not bothering to deal with your son; feeling too overwhelmed and fearful you’ll snap or say something you’ll later regret. Gun silently picks up the child, walks into a room, and gently closes the door. He places the kid down until the tantrum ceases, and calls out to him when he’s calmed. His Son glares and spits at his father. To which Gun narrows his eyes. A stare down ensues before the grown man lectures the child on language, and respectful behaviour; ensuring the concept and importance of family is engraved in the kid’s head.

“Is that understood?”

A nod.

“If you’re going to be non verbal now, I’m going to take it that you didn’t listen to a word I said.”

“Yes sir,” is muttered guiltily.

“Go apologise to your mother and help us out for dinner.”

The little boy walks out, Jonggun following suit— and he hesitantly stands in front of you. A sorry is muttered, and the boy’s father gives a curt nod of approval upon seeing you hug your child.

Goo Kim

“Just say sorry,” the blonde hisses.

“I don’t need to!” a little girl snaps back. “Why’re you on mama’s side anyway?!”

“Cupcake…” Goo begins, bending down to level himself with his daughter. “I’m always on your side. But there are times where as a parent, I have to be like this. Don’t you think Mama’s hurt with what you said?”

The little girl scoffs and whips her head around. “

“Well, if mama could have JUST listened to me,” she says exasperated.

Goo sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“If daddy got angry at you for no reason, and started shouting some really mean things, wouldn’t you be upset?” he tries again.

The girl stays silent, but then quickly rolls her eyes with an, “Of course, duh.”

“Exactly. That’s how Ma’s feeling right now,” Goo picks up his daughter and carries her in his arms.

With a pout, she stays silent and furrows her eyebrows.

“I’ll be there when you apologise so it’s easier, ok?”

“No! I don’t wanna!” she screeches.

Where’d she get this attitude from? Goo scowls.

Jake Kim

“What’s up with you?” Jake gives his kid a poke.

The boy grumbles and picks at his food, ignoring your presence completely as you wash the dishes silently.

“What was that?” Jake whispers.

“I said something to Mama without meaning to.”

“Oh yeah?”

The kid nods slowly, but surely.

“Are you sorry?”

He nods again.

“Then why don’t you go ahead and say so?” Jake nudges the boy.

“I don’t—“ he hesitates.

“Come on,” the father stands up and takes his son’s hand, walking to you. “I’ll help.”

Samuel Seo

Thick air coats the house as Samuel enters through the door with a stern expression. Feet quickly scamper behind the kitchen counter in an attempt to hide from impending wrath. You walk out of your room calmly, phone in hand and take off Samuel’s coat.

“Where are they?” he frowns, looking around.

You tilt your head to where the twins are hiding and cross your arms.

“It’s not too late to own up,” you call out to the kids.

Silence.

“Suit yourselves,” you shrug, heading to the fridge to drink some juice.

Nervous muttering can be heard, but it’s quickly shut up when Samuel’s voice raises.

“My office. Now.”

Silence.

At this, your husband grunts and throws the twins over his shoulders.

“We’re sorry!” is screamed simultaneously, while you turn your head to ignore what’s happening.

“This is called consequences to your actions,” you singsong.

More screams and cries are heard.

What should we eat for dinner? you think.

Eli Jang

After a small outburst from Yenna, you can do nothing but give a tight lipped smile. Eli begins to stammer, and quickly runs up to his daughter in an attempt to reprimand her somehow.

“I’m so sorry— I don’t know what’s gotten into her. She’s not usually like this”

Yenna tries to wriggle out of her dad’s grip and cries.

“I know, Eli. It’s okay,” you back up a bit, observing your sleeves awkwardly.

“I swear, she absolutely adores you. And, and—“

“Eli,” you try again, this time looking at him. “It’s just kids being kids, don’t worry. Leave her alone right now. We can talk to her about her behaviour when she’s calmed.”

Reluctantly, he lets go of his daughter— who runs up to her room in a fit of sobs.

Warren and Sally walk in and give you two questioning looks.

“Is everything okay?”

[ay4tou]

miniskirt | gun park x reader 🔞 MDNI

summary: you wear a miniskirt to work one day. all eyes are on you, but... why does it seem like gun's thе only one who doesn't notice?

author's note: 3.3k wc, not proofread (im too lazy) 🙏 anyway miniskirt by aoa is kinda trending on tiktok and i have never felt the urge to write gun with this song so bad 😫 | masterlist

contains: smut, afab!reader, blowjob, oral (f and m receiving and giving), cunnilingus, degradation, unprotected p in v, hair pulling, creampie

You weren’t entirely sure what possessed you to wear the miniskirt today. You hadn’t initially planned for this to be the day you’d do it.

Maybe it was a burst of impulsive confidence or maybe it was just your growing frustration with Gun's complete lack of acknowledgment of you.

Gun wasn’t like the others in HNH. His tall figure, sharp jawline and slicked-back black hair, the faint scar tracing between his eyes only added to his allure. And his smug smirk was to die for.

You knew what he was.

He was your exact type.

Then you found out he just works as a bodyguard. You were devastated because you were hoping he would be your boss. But right after heaven gives you a miracle because you found out he's your coworker for reasons unknown.

But why was he working in an office? Wasn't his job as a personal bodyguard not making enough money for him already? You never asked, but you never complained either so it's a win in your book.

So every damn day, he drove you insane.

He was the reason you now found yourself walking into the office wearing a skirt that was shorter than anything you’d usually consider professional.

When you walked into the office, you felt the shift immediately.

People whispered, exchanged glances, and a few bold ones even gave approving nods. For once, you were the center of attention. Heck, even Goo commented on your appearance!

Except for the one person who mattered.

Gun didn’t even look up from his desk. He remained glued to his screen, typing on his keyboard. You walked past his office deliberately, letting your heels echo a little louder than usual.

Nothing.

Frowning, you dropped a file on his desk with a bit more force than necessary. “Here’s the report you asked for, Mr. Park.” you said, your voice sharper than you intended.

“Thanks.” he replied without looking at you, his tone as casual as ever.

You stared at him for a moment, willing him to glance up. He didn’t.

You left his office fuming, and spent the rest of the day stewing in a mixture of embarrassment and frustration.

Was he really that oblivious? Or worse... was he purposefully ignoring you?

But you didn't give up because you actually caught a few subtle shifts from him — his jaw tightening when you leaned over another coworker’s desk, the fleeting flicker of his gaze in your direction when he thought you weren’t looking.

But he gave you nothing else.

By the end of the day, you were ready to throw in the towel. As you packed up your things, you told yourself this was the last time you’d try. Clearly, Gun was either oblivious or uninterested, and you weren’t about to humiliate yourself further.

Then, just as you were about to leave, your screen pinged with a message.

Gun Park: My office. Now.

Your stomach flipped. His messages were always cold, but something about this one felt different. You stood, smoothing your skirt and trying not to overthink as you made your way to his office.

When you stepped inside, Gun was leaning back in his chair, his arms resting on the armrests, his expression as unreadable as ever.

“Close the door."

You did as he asked, the quiet click of the lock unnervingly loud.

“Lock it.” he added, his tone so demanding it sent a shiver down your spine.

When you turned back, his gaze was on you for the first time all day.

“You’ve been trying to get my attention all day.” he said, his voice smooth and steady, as if he had all the time in the world.

“Why?”

Before you could respond, he stood, his towering frame making the office feel smaller. He closed the distance between you, his hand grazing your waist as he backed you against the door.

The intensity of his stare made your heart race, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

The kiss was slow at first, almost testing, before he deepened it, his hand sliding to the back of your neck.

When he finally pulled away, you were breathless.

“Well, you’ve got my attention now.” he murmured, his lips brushing yours. “Let’s see what you do with it.”

You kiss him back rough and demanding while his hands grip your hips tightly. He pulls you closer, pressing his hard bulge against you as he messily bites your lip.

He brings you to his table and stands in front of you. "Turn around."

You turn away from him, facing the desk.

Gun looks at your back and then slowly lets his gaze travel down, taking in the length of your legs and the way the skirt hugs your curves. He clears his throat and reaches out, his fingers brushing against the hem of your skirt.

"Fuck..." he mutters under his breath.

"What are you doing?" you asked, flustered.

He doesn't respond, too focused on his sudden urge to touch you. Gun's fingers slowly lift the hem of your skirt, exposing a pair of black thigh-high stockings and a hidden garter belt. "Shit." He whispers, his breath hitching in his throat. "What are you wearing?"

"I thought it would be a good idea."

"Wearing this underneath since this morning..." His voice trails off as he imagines every moment you've been bending over, walking across the office. "Christ. Were you trying this hard to impress me?"

Gun's breath catches in his throat as the thought alone sends electricity through his body. He thinks to himself, "Me? Gun Park? The Gun Park? Being a pervert?"

Whatever.

"You know what?" He pauses, his professional demeanor cracking as desire takes over. "Bend over the desk."

His eyes lock onto the lace panties that are now stretched across your backside. He steps closer, his knees hitting the back of your thighs and spreading them wider. "Lift your skirt."

As you lift your skirt higher, revealing more of your thighs, he can't hold back a low groan. He runs his hands up your thighs possessively.

"C'mon, spread your legs wider."

His hands grip your thighs as you spread your legs wider, giving him an even better view of the lace that's now stretched obscenely across your backside. Gun can feel his pants tightening.

Without another word, he reaches between your legs and grasps the fabric of your panties, tearing them clean off your body, and discards the ruined lace to the side.

"Shit... I'm so hard..." Gun mutters, his gaze fixated on your bare, pink flesh.

His hands dig into your thighs as he holds you down while kneeling, his mouth and tongue working furiously between your thighs.

He can feel you trying to squirm and close your legs, but he keeps them spread wide open, his face buried between them as he devours you like a starving man.

Gun hooks his arms under your thighs and wraps them around his shoulders, pulling your legs up higher and opening you up even more. He plunges his tongue inside you, curling it upwards to hit that spot that makes you whimper and try to pull away. "Stay."

Without breaking contact, he stands up and spins you around, bending you forward over the table.

Your bare ass is now on full display, your pussy glistening with your arousal and his saliva. He unbuckles his belt and pants quickly, freeing his hard, throbbing cock.

Pulling your hips back against his stomach, he rubs his large, thick head between your wet folds before aligning himself and slamming inside you without warning, filling you up completely and stretching you wide open.

"Ngh- Ah! You could've warned me first!"

"Not when you look so pretty like this."

He leans forward, pressing his muscular chest against your body as he continues to fuck you.

One hand releases your hip to wrap around your throat, squeezing lightly as he speaks in your ear. "You're so tight..."

Gun growls in your ear, hand tightening around your throat as he speeds up his thrusts. "Pathetic. Look how tiny you are."

Suddenly, he pulls out, leaving you feeling empty. He grabs his office chair, spinning it around so the backrest is facing you. Gun sits down, and pats his lap, smirking. "Come here, and sit on my cock."

His eyes darken with desire and amusement as he watches you hesitantly move towards him. He spreads his legs wider, giving you room to sit.

As soon as you're close enough, he grabs your hips roughly and lifts you up, settling you onto his length.

"Ngh..." He groans in satisfaction as he feels your tight, warm pussy envelop his cock.

He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you in place as he starts bouncing you up and down on his lap, the chair creaking under the force of his movements. "I love this position."

Gun's hands splay across your stomach, pulling you down onto him harder and faster.

He looks down between your bodies, watching as his thick, veined length disappears inside you over and over. He wraps his fingers in your hair, tugging sharply to pull your head back and arch your back, forcing you to sit up straighter on his lap.

He uses his hold on your hair to control your movements, pulling you down onto him brutally as he thrusts his hips up to meet you.

*knock *knock*

Well shit.

Freezing, his hand still grips your hair tightly, and whispers in your ear.

"Don't move. And don't say a word." His free hand moves to cover your mouth as footsteps approach the door.

"Yes?"

The knocking persists, and a muffled voice calls out, "Sir, I have those important files you requested. Can I come in and leave them on your desk?"

Gun reluctantly disentangles himself from you, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. In swift movements, he helps you off his lap and starts hastily buttoning his shirt. "Damn paperwork... Always ruining my fun."

He quickly ushers you towards the small bathroom right next to his office, his voice barely audible. "Hide in here." As you scramble inside, he straightens his rumpled shirt and strides to the door.

Opening the door, Gun greets the assistant with a strained smile, one hand subtly adjusting his slightly disheveled appearance. "You're fast, I'll give you that. Come in, lay them on the desk."

After ensuring the assistant has left, Gun lets out a sigh of relief before turning his attention back to the files.

Once he's finished reviewing them, he calls out to you in a low tone. "It's clear, you can come out now."

As you emerge from the bathroom door, embarrassed, his frown lessens as he stacks the files neatly. "Work is giving me a headache today. I can't concentrate on anything with this constant stress."

He leans back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose as if to ward off an impending migraine.

"You know, I could really use something to relieve this stress." He says, a mischievous glint emerging in his tired eyes. "Any ideas?"

Suddenly, a light bulb turns on in your head. The cogs in your head started turning, forming an idea.

"I have a great idea."

Gun smirks widely as he sees you kneeling before him, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

A very great idea indeed.

He had never seen a woman this ambitious and hot both at the same time before all his life. He shifts slightly in his chair, already growing hard again at the sight of you.

He lifts his hips to help you remove his pants and boxers. "Well... I suppose that is one very effective stress-relief technique."

As you free his length from his pants, Gun lets out a low sigh of relief, his eyes drifting shut as you begin to stroke him. "Fuck, that feels good." He groans, his hand reaching out to run his fingers through your hair.

His breathing quickens as you speed up, his other hand gripping the armrest. "Just like that..." He pushes his hips forward slightly, matching your rhythm. "You're going to make me cum..."

Gun inhales sharply as you suddenly bury your face into his cock, sending jolts of intense pleasure through his body. "Shit!" He gasps, hands gripping your hair as you begin to bob your head.

Groaning, Gun throws his head back.

His hips buck instinctively, fucking your face with increasing urgency as he races towards his impending orgasm.

With a final thrust, he comes undone, his hot, thick cum spilling onto your waiting tongue and down your throat. "Ngh..."

Gun shudders violently, his fingers tangled in your hair as he rides out his intense orgasm.

Still panting heavily, Gun scoops you up into his arms and kisses you deeply, his tongue swirling with yours as he feels the lingering warmth of his cum on your tongue. "I need you so bad." He murmurs against your lips before gently adjusting you to enter his still-hard cock.

"W-wait... I need time to prepare..."

"You're already so wet and stretched out for me."

Without missing a beat, he sheathes himself fully inside you, the sensation exquisite as your wet heat envelops him once more. "Mhmmm..." you groan. Pulling you closer, his hands grip your hips firmly.

Gun starts thrusting vigorously, his thick cock pounding into you relentlessly as if driven by renewed vigor. He grunts, lifting you up and slamming you back down onto his lap.

"I'm gonna fill you up until you can't walk straight."

He maintains his relentless pace, sweat beading on his forehead as he fucks you.

With a growl, Gun suddenly stands, taking you with him. "Hands on the desk." He commands roughly, bending you over the desk again. "I need to fuck you deeper."

He enters you from behind, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pounds into you faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

"Fuck! Do you like it rough like this, baby?" He curses under his breath, slamming into you with all his strength.

His rhythm gets messy until his seed spills into you once more as he moans, hands tightening painfully on your hips. Gun pants, pulling out slightly before slamming back in, trying to go even deeper. "I can't stop..."

"Mr. Park, I think- Ngh~ I think we need to stop... I need to- Ah~ to go... home..." You attempted to form a coherent sentence as Gun rams you inside out. "Please..!"

"Just one more."

He pants heavily, slowly pulling out until just the tip remains inside before slamming back in. "I swear, this is the last time. But your pussy is too good to stop."

Quickly setting you sideways, his pace becomes frantic, hips slamming against yours as he chases his release.

Gun buries himself deep inside you, semen pumping out aggressively.

His muscles tense, and he slowly withdraws, watching in satisfaction as his cum leaks out around your entrance and onto the table.

"Look at that mess..."

Gun watches the cum drip with a look of pure satisfaction, taking in your used but satiated expression.

His hands move teasingly over your folds, mixing his cum around.

"Sir. I really need to go home now."

A bit startled by your response, Gun helps you sit up, wrapping his arms around your waist to support you as you wobble slightly due to the aftershocks and his excessive release inside you.

"Damn, you really look wrecked... Can you walk straight?"

"Uhh... yeah. I think I can."

He gently wipes down your sweaty form with a towel, making sure you're at least cleaned up enough for travel.

"Let me drive you. You're in no state to drive safely." He helps you get dressed, acting surprisingly tender for someone who just fucked you so hard.

As you stepped out of the office, your cheeks still warm and your shirt slightly rumpled, you quickly tried to fix your hair and smooth your skirt. The worst part was that you felt there was still fluid coming out of your pussy and onto the underwear Gun made you borrow.

In front of you, your boss walked ahead, looking far too composed for someone whose belt was now crooked, the top button of his shirt undone, and his sleeves slightly rolled.

The moment some of your coworkers caught sight of you, their eyes widened, and sly grins began to spread across their faces.

You tried to keep your head down, but it was impossible to ignore.

As you both stepped outside, you dared a glance at the disheveled man, but Gun's face remained impassive, his usual unreadable calm in place. He walked ahead to his car, unlocking it with a press of a button before holding the door open for you like nothing had happened.

As he pulls up to your apartment building, he turns to you, his hand resting on the steering wheel. "Are you going to be able to stand up straight without collapsing?"

"Yeah... nope."

Gun lets out a small chuckle and shakes his head, getting out of the car and coming around to your side to help you out.

He supports your weight as you enter the building, helping you to the elevator.

"Which floor?"

"21st."

He helps you out of the elevator and supports you as you stumble down the hallway to your apartment door.

He waits for you to unlock the door before helping you inside and kicking the door shut behind you. "Okay, bed. Now."

"Can you carry me?"

Taken aback by your request, Gun half-carries, half-drags you to your bedroom, his arms wrapped around your waist.

As he lowers you onto the bed, he accidentally ends up on top of you, his large frame sprawled over your smaller one. "Damn it, you're too light."

Gun looks down at you, his face inches from yours. His eyes drift over your messy hair and flushed skin, a spark of something dangerous flicking in his gaze.

"Fuck, you look- nevermind. Too tired for this shit."

His large hands roam over your sides possessively as he tries to shift off of you, but his body seems to have other ideas.

"Damn it, I really need to leave."

Despite his words, Gun's body lingers atop yours, his muscular form pressing you into the mattress. He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he murmurs, "You gonna be alright like this?"

"Mhmm, I guess so."

"Okay. I'm leaving."

"No... Stay. I still want you."

A dark smirk spreads across his face as he realizes what you've said. "What was that? I don't think I heard you clearly."

His hands slip under your shirt, slowly pushing it up. "You want me to stay or are you too tired?"

"Stay. Pretty please?"

His fingers trace the hem of your shirt, hesitating for a moment before he decides to ignore your silence.

"Fuck it. I'll stay." He pushes your shirt up further, revealing your stomach. "But just because I want to, not because you asked nicely."

His smirk grows wider as he helps you out of your shirt completely. "Not so chatty now, huh?"

His lips trail along your collarbone while his hands work on removing your miniskirt the second time this day. "Though I gotta admit..."

"Hey, stop. I didn't mean it like this. Just stay until the morning comes around."

He pauses, his fingers brushing against the waistband of your skirt as he looks at you, a bit disappointed.

"Oh. Alright." Gun leans down and captures your mouth in a deep, possessive kiss, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

"Just gonna make out with you all night, then."

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kendama

[sscarletvenus]

such a comically insane fucking panel with diabolical details because wdym ptj drew daniel rendezvousing with his eldritch horror situationship while his other, equally as obsessed situationship is peeking out of his pockets like wow. what the actual fuck

[koiiiji]

canonical event

[lheslie]

Meeting Gun

- Meeting Gun is very hard, he only comes out when it's necessary and when he does he'll choose places you'll least expect.

- He likes people with ambition, with drive and fury, he doesn't like people who does the bare minimum.

- You have to be strong in your own right in order to get his attention.

- You caught his eye when you were training in the park.

- He saw that you had potential, a spark within you that he wanted to ignite.

- He asks you to be one of his successors to earn a lot of money.

- He'll be happy if you accepted his offer, but will be insanely disappointed when you refused.

"You'll change your mind, and when it does, my offer still stands." He said as he calmly walked away.

- He'll watch you from the sidelines unnoticed, while he assesses your current prowress and skills

- You didn't notice him, watching until he slowly walked out of the shadows.

You were laying down after the fight, suffering heavy blows.

"You could use some polishing, you lack, fighting experience." He looked at you lighting a cigarette.

"It's quite surprising that you were able to defeat a lot of men with your current skills."

"You're knowledgeable about fighting,  you also assessed your enemies and their skills, using them to your advantage."

You glared at him, "Are you a fucking creep that takes pleasure from stalking people and seeing them suffer?"

Little did you know he quite did.

"I can help you achieve greater lengths in combat, the offer still stands." He smirked.

You breathed heavily, letting his words sink in. Making a decision.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Gun Park x Reader: Awkward Flirtations

G/N. Gun can't flirt but you catch the signals anyway. Masterlists

Gun doesn't flirt. Or at least, he has never tried.

Curse him and his stupidly good looks, he has never had to. He's a straight talking, cut the bullshit kind of guy, which may lead to people giving him funny looks if he was anyone else but this is Gun Park. There is no lack of confidence, no lack of handsomeness, and everyone that he has fallen into bed with, he has done so with very little effort.

The other thing is he has never liked anyone before. Goo declares he himself is falling in love with someone every other week. Of course you're a fool if you believe a single word that comes out of that blonde's mouth but Gun suspects Goo has never liked anyone before either.

There's never been any sort of romance in Gun's life; he doesn't have the time or the inclination for it. He has his needs fulfilled and then prefers not to see them ever again. Days are better off spent training or chasing money.

And yet-

Your eyes meet his across the store. You give him a curious look as your lips lift into a smile.

Blood immediately rushes to his face and he feels his heart rate creeping up. He holds two fingers to his neck, measuring his pulse at the same time as his stomach flutters.

Could he be getting sick? Strange. He never gets sick.

.

.

Gun engages in stalkerish behaviour. That isn't news.

After all, you can't turn up at the perfect moment during fights, in the rain, without some preparation. Neither can you seek out potential successors without some planning. Legal or otherwise.

But all you have shown him is a sweet smile and like a man possessed, he has found himself in your neighbourhood for three days straight hoping to catch a glimpse of you again.

He reasoned that it's his instinct. Subconsciously he must have realised he could train you to be his prodigy-

And miraculously at that moment, you appear into view and trip over the sidewalk, catch yourself then trip once more on what looks like, Gun squints and confirms that it is indeed thin air, and slip backwards.

With anyone else, he would have dismissed his previous thoughts on seeing this, and left, disappointed and annoyed for wasting his own time. All coherent thought vanishes, however, as he rushes over to catch you from falling over.

You gasp as a strong arm snakes around you. Instead of hitting your head with a thud, you find a stranger peering down and holding you firmly.

"Oof, thanks." Gun is rewarded with a lopsided grin and he feels his ears burn.

He helps you upright and slowly unwraps his arm from around your waist with a little reluctance.

You brush yourself off, asking. "Have we met?"

Gun pauses, feeling full force the gut punch of that question to his ego. He is anything but forgettable.

"The other day in that store," he nods to the 711 a little way down the street.

"I thought I recognised you."

The ego is soothed.

Awkwardness creeps in as Gun thinks of something to prolong this moment, keep you around. Small talk that he usually hates though in this instance he would actually like to find out how you are doing, how your day is going, what your plans are. If you've eaten yet, are you hungry, what foods you like, did you want to grab something-

Amidst his own rambling thoughts - which is another first - you give him an easy out.

"I owe you one but I gotta go." You smile like you genuinely regret cutting this short and the odd fluttering in Gun's stomach starts again. "Can I have your number?"

.

.

"Stop that."

"What?"

Goo's face comes unbearably close and Gun considers headbutting him.

"Stop smiling. It's creepy." Goo backs away, likely having sensed Gun's violent musings, and pulls a face, muttering about how he didn't even know Gun could smile.

"Fuck you."

.

.

Someone somewhere has made up a nonsense rule about not appearing too eager by messaging too soon.

Luckily for Gun, he doesn't pay attention to such ridiculousness. He works his way through seven cigarettes as he thinks of what to text you.

In the end, he settles for-

Gun: Hey

Eagle-eyed, he watches over the next half hour as the message turns from unread to read and-

And nothing. No further reply. He frowns. He rereads his 'hey' and follows up with-

Gun: This is Gun Park.

Gun: How are you?

That instantly changes to read and your status moves to typing.

Y/N: Heeeey!

Y/N: This is a cute surprise

Y/N: Happy to hear from you and thanks again for saving me earlier

Y/N: what about you?

Gun: I'm fine thanks.

He watches to see any more messages come through. Again, it changes to read then nothing. He reads his three word response, which is perfectly adequate, but notes he has effectively closed the conversation.

With another frown settling on his face, he types out a further message.

Gun: Are you doing anything today?

Y/N: Nope super boring stuff. Running errands then nothing so lots of free time :) you?

Gun: No.

As Gun's repertoire of small talk dries up, he figures that this will do, it's a start.  It's not perfect though he's left satisfied enough. Just as he's about to click his screen off-

Y/N: Fancy grabbing a coffee? On me :)

Gun's fingers move in a blur:

Gun: Ok. Tomorrow.

Y/N: Deal. It's a date!

If Gun was anyone else, he would be kicking his feet and giggling. But he's not.

He simply closes his eyes and exhales as a smile tugs at his lips.

What he does notice, is that this is the same feeling as a good, hard, vicious training session; like pushing his body past its limit to get stronger and better.

A wave of dopamine and euphoria crashes down.

[kingchroma]

Aesthetic Board for Gun Pls💗

gun aesthetic board

i mostly thought of his shiro oni fits and that animal print one so i based off of that—and i think he's more of a muted outfit type of person so i just thought of looking for ones that aren't so.. loud. thank you for requesting!

feel free to request for an aesthetic board like this for your fave? if you want!