#jonggun x reader

[waleriqww]

everyone's hair looks different in the new style don't tell me gun will come with long hair (just like his dad)

[amphitriteswife]

Hey! Can you please write what would you do if i like someone else for gun, jake, johan and eli? Thank you ❤️

‘What would you do if i like someone else?’

Jonggun rolled his eyes at you when you asked him that question, his lips wrapped around the cigarette in his mouth, held up by his index and middle finger. He took a long drag and closed his eyes before he let the smoke leave his mouth slowly, savoring the taste and tapping the ash off the cigarette. ‘You ask stupid questions.’ Jonggun said wiping the ash off his lips. He took a seat on the couch and invited you to sit next to him, it was weird. Most of the time he just said and did what was necessary. Perhaps he felt rather nostalgic today? It was rare to see him vulnerable or sentimental. So what was he getting at? ‘Answerrrrrr’ you told him impatiently but still sitting next to him. You wanted him to answer your questions, they’re fun and interesting. He needs to be quick! ‘I frankly don’t think you will.’ ‘Will what?’ ‘Like someone else. Not ever.’ ‘Why’s that? What if i find a new babe?’ ‘Impossible.’ ‘Whyy?’ Jonggun sighed and pushed your head so that it was laying on his shoulder. He pushed the almost done cigarette onto the ashtray and placed a kiss on your lips, he tasted very ashy-like which made you cough. ‘IEUW’ you pushed him off you and breath for fresh air which made him chuckle at you lightly. ‘You told me I’m the only man you’ll ever love. And i trust your word for it.’ The answer made you stop in your tracks which made him give you another kiss instead and going back to literally another cigarette.

���Well feelings are humane so…’ Jake said quietly, still contemplating your question. Perhaps you being sarcastic and asking a lot of questions was too much to handle for him? The question was supposed to be a joke and not that serious at all. ‘What would you do jakey?’ Jake pondered very hard, harder than he had when he was taking his exams last week, he needed a clear head to think. He thought long and hard before he answered. ‘Hmmm i would accept.’ He stated proudly. His eyes helt a certain type of twinkle in them. ‘Wrong! You’re supposed to say that i’m yours!’ ‘You are mine! And i am yours!’ ‘Then why are you accepting it if i liked someone else?’ ‘Because i love you.’ You gave him a confused look. Yeah he did love you, but that doesn’t explain what he’s saying?? Jake noticed your confused expression and smiled. ‘I love you, so even if you loved someone else. At the end of the day I want you to be happy.’ You looked at him and he looked back at you, his hands wrapping you in a tight hug with a wide grin on his face. Perhaps your joke was taken a little too serious…he was so sweet and selfless about it. It was a stereotypical Jake action, always thinking of others first. But what about Jakey himself? He was thinking of you first but what about his own heart, it almost made you emotional thinking about it. ‘If i ever leave you, hit me on the head.’ ‘What?’

Johan was sitting outside by the lake. His dogs were busy woofing around and playing with each other. He felt tired, very tired. He couldn’t help but wonder if an adult’s life was also so tiresome, working for the White Tiger center did come with a lot of work and costs…Johan let out a sigh. That’s when you popped up, his lovely partner. He was so relieved to see you. For some reason he couldn’t help but hug you tightly, his mood instantly relaxing. He kissed your cheek and watched you sit next to him on the park bench, talking to him about numerus things before you finally asked the question. Johan just stared at you for a few seconds, you could see the him processing your words and the way his eyes narrowed at you. He clearly disliked the question you asked him. Johan isn’t someone who likes it when someone takes it something from him…or when he loses someone again…so for him this wasn’t just a question but a hypothetical situation that could be true. ‘You wouldn’t…..you wouldn’t, would you?’ ‘It’s a joke.’ ‘Right.’ It came out more sarcastic than it was meant to be and the both of you knew it. You made Johan angry….the way his jaw was clenched and the veins in his neck now visible didn’t go unnoticed but you. But because for amusement you pretended to now know and ask further. ‘What would you do dawg?’ You knew Johan didn’t like it when you called him that, yet you did it anyway. Are you making him angry on purpose? ‘I would steal his shoes so that i could sell them.’ ‘Are you poor?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Oh- uhm. I can lend you money?’ ‘Gladly.’ Normally you wouldn’t have doe that so quickly, but this time he was mad at you so you gave him your spare change. Which for some reason made him super happy and go back to normal again. What a cheapskate

Eli gave you a deadpanned look when you asked him the question. Yenna, who was in his arms was puling on his hair and trying to climb on top of his head. He didn’t know how to feel. Should he be angry or hurt? Maybe even insecure? What the hell was this question even supposed to mean? ‘What are you getting at Y/N?’ Eli asked you quite suspiciously, he doesn’t like this, not the question nor where you might go with this. ‘I want to know what you’ll do.’ You asked him casually, waiting for a response. He doesn’t know what to think. His hands grabbed Yenna gently and lifted her off his head and placed her on his lap instead. He was feeling conflicted, on one hand he didn’t want you to leave. He wanted to protect you and keep you with him. On the other hand he felt that it was selfish of him to make you stay if you didn’t want to. He pressed his lips in a thin line, Yenna was trying to get out of his lap and get onto yours instead. Yenna really has gotten attached to you in the times you spent here, sometimes she denied playing with him to play with you instead…he really doesn’t want you to leave. His hands softly scooted Yenna back to him which caused her to whine and crawl right from under his arm to you. ‘I don’t want you to leave…is that selfish?’ Eli asked you a little softer, watching Yenna crawl over to you and sit in your lap instead. You couldn’t help but feel bad. You didn’t make him insecure right? He sounded so sad. ‘I wouldn’t leave. It’s just a hypothetical question.’ ‘So no leaving me or yenna?’ ‘If i leave i’d take yenna with me.’ ‘Don’t steal my daughter. I don’t appreciate it.’ ‘Whoa sorry calm down-’

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Thank you for the ask! 💕⭐️🙏

[koiiiji]

icy cold hands&legs

author's note ; finally winter hit my area with some real cold and now i barely can feel my legs and palms, even if im at home. press like + repost if your hands and legs are always deadly cold too😍😋

MA TAESOO

the moon hung high in the ink-black sky, its soft light spilling through the window of Taesoo’s cabin. fire in the hearth had died down to a faint glow, leaving the room to cool in the mountain's frigid night air.

Taesoo lay on his side in the large, plush bed, his expression stoic as always, though a flicker of curiosity danced in his eyes as he waited. the blanket was already pulled up to his chest, the furs on top of the blanket adding a layer of luxurious comfort and warmth. he wasn't one to fuss over such things, but the quiet of the mountains paired with a warm bed and your presence at his house made him savor moments like these.

he could hear you padding softly around the cabin, finishing up your nightly routine. the anticipation built as your silhouette appeared in the doorway. “hurry up,” he purred in his usual deep tone, though the faintest trace of a smile betrayed his fondness.

"alright, alright," you replied, slipping under the blanket with a soft shiver.

but as soon as your legs made contact with his, Taesoo jolted upright, his usually calm demeanor shattered by a sudden, sharp intake of breath.

“what the—?” his deep voice cracked slightly, an uncharacteristic moment of vulnerability.

your laugh was muffled as you buried your face in his chest. “sorry! my legs are always this cold during winter. i can't do anything about that.”

Taesoo didn’t reply immediately, his gaze fixed on you as he processed the shock that had raced from his legs up to his spine. without a word, he shifted, reaching down to grab your ankle. his warm hands cupped the delicate skin, confirming the culprit. “are you made of ice?" he muttered, his brows furrowing as he examined your foot as if it might actually be frozen solid.

“hey, only my legs! and it’s not my fault! this just happens when it gets cold.”

“no wonder. you don’t eat enough meat,” he teased, his tone laced with dry humor. “that’s why you’re freezing all the time.”

you huffed, rolling your eyes. “oh, please. you always blaming the lack of meat! eating more steak isn’t going to change my body temperature.”

“maybe not, but it wouldn’t hurt to try,” he replied, the faintest smirk playing on his lips.

“Taesoo, i’m fine—" you began, but before you could finish, he sat up and efficiently wrapped you in the thick blanket. you couldn’t help but burst into a ringing laughter as he bundled you up like a burrito, your head barely peeking out from the cocoon and he threw you back on the bed, climbing on top of you, covering your lips with light kisses.

“stay here,” he whispered with small smile, but his deep voice leaving no room for argument.

before you could protest, he picked you up with ease in a bride style, and carried you to the fireplace.

Taesoo set you gently on the furs — all from his previous hunts — in front of the fire and stirred the embers back to life, adding a few logs to rekindle the flames again. the warmth began to seep into the room, and he pulled you closer, settling you infront of him.

with your legs draped over his, he placed his large, calloused hands on your feet and began to rub them, his touch firm yet careful. the heat from both his hands and the fire gradually worked its way into your frozen limbs.

“you should’ve said something,” he grumbled, though his actions betrayed his concern.

“it’s not a big deal,” you murmured, your voice already heavy with drowsiness. the combination of his warmth and the crackling fire lulled you into a state of blissful comfort.

“not a big deal?” he repeated, his voice quiet but edged with annoyance. “you’re lucky i didn’t think a ghost crawled into bed with me.”

you laughed softly, leaning on the bed behind you. “sorry for scaring you, big guy.”

“hmph,” was his only response, though the way his arms tightened around your ankle spoke louder.

the warmth, the firelight, and his steady moves proved to be too much for your sleep-deprived body. within minutes, you drifted off, your legs now warm and your breathing soft and even.

Taesoo glanced down at you, his stern expression softening as he noticed the peaceful look on your face. with a resigned sigh, he leaned back against the rug, still holding you close.

“good night,” he muttered under his breath.

the night passed quietly, the fire crackling softly as the mountain’s chill was kept at bay by the warmth you shared.

author's note 2 ; idk why, but i only can imagine this cosy scenarios with taesoo, bed, fireplace and furs in his house in mountain…🙂‍↕️🥹

PARK JONGGUN

Choi Dongsou’s office was its usual picture of stern authority: polished wood, sleek leather furniture, and an air of tension that seemed to cling to the walls. the faint hum of the city below filtered in through the large windows, but inside, it was silent.

Jonggun was sitting on a large leather sofa in the center of the room. his tailored black suit was immaculate as ever, his stance deceptively relaxed. yet, something rare had caught your attention.

he was scrolling on his phone.

Jonggun, always the epitome of focus and discipline, scrolling his phone like a bored teenager? the sight was so unexpected that you had to stifle a laugh.

you knew better than to openly tease him — his reputation as Dongsou’s right-hand man wasn’t for show. but the devilish thought wormed its way into your mind. 'what if i scare him?'

keeping your movements silent, you crept toward him, weaving around the desk and chairs with the stealth of a shadow. he seemed engrossed in whatever was on his phone, giving you the perfect chance.

when you were close enough, you lunged, pressing your icy palms against the back of his neck.

the reaction was instantaneous.

Jonggun’s shoulders tensed, his reflexes kicking in before you could even blink. his hands shot up and clamped around your wrists, gripping them firmly. with a single, sharp motion, he stood and spun, pulling you forward.

the next thing you knew, you were bent over the armrest of the black leather couch, your hands still caught in his unyielding grip. the smooth material pressed against your torso as Jonggun leaned over you, his sharp eyes narrowing in amusement and irritation.

“what,” he said in a low, measured tone, “do you think you’re doing?”

for a moment, you were too stunned to reply, caught off guard by how quickly your plan had backfired. then a laugh bubbled out of you, breaking the tension. “trying to scare you!” you admitted, craning your neck to look up at him. “and, judging by your reaction, i’d say i succeeded.”

his grip on your wrists loosened slightly, though he didn’t let go. “you call this a success?” he asked, tilting his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “it’s more like a reckless attack.”

“reckless? oh, come on,” you shot back, still grinning despite your awkward position. “you jumped. i saw it.”

Jonggun raised a brow, his expression unreadable. “you’re lucky i didn’t do worse.”

“worse? like what?” you challenged, testing his hold on your wrists. his grip remained firm but not painful, his control as absolute as ever. but the second you finished your sentence he squeezed your wrists harder, slowly and lightly starting to twist them to the sides.

"oi oi oi! auch what are you dooooing?" you whine with high pitched voice.

“teaching you a lesson,” he replied calmly, his tone so casual that it made you hiss even harder.

“admit it, Jonggun,” you teased, finally wriggling free as he let go. you straightened up, turning to face him. i caught you off guard. the great Shiro Oni, startled by mortal like me.”

he stepped back, slipping his hands into his pockets as his dark eyes met yours. “you got lucky, because you have two ice cubes instead of hands.”

“lucky? no way,” you retorted, crossing your arms with a triumphant grin. “this was pure skill! and my cold hands definitely have nothing to do with it!!”

Jonggun’s smirk widened, a rare glimpse of childish mischief breaking through his usually stoic facade. “skill, huh? then why are you the one who ended up over the couch?”

you rolled your eyes, and waved a hand dismissively. “details, details. the point is, i made you react. that’s a win in my book.”

“sure, whatever you like” he said, settling back onto the couch with his usual grace. his phone was already back in his hand. “but next time, i won't be that condescending.”

you tilted your head, smirking as you backed toward the door. “challenge accepted, boss.”

for a moment, silence stretched between you, as you turned to leave. before you closed the door behind you caught a rare sight — a quiet, fleeting chuckle from him.

[amara555555]

Have you guys noticed how Gun’s hobbies are so calming?

Sure he’s got that solo leveling smile but his hobbies are so chill???? Goo describes him as a hot headed bastard but like- bestie you see him in his serenity- like-

Cooking, carving wood, relaxing in hot tubs- like he’s a little camping Boy Scout troop hobbies lover-😭😭😭😭

It’s like, After he either came to Korea or took over his clan, he found the most mundane and calming activities to his liking. That’s so cute.

He probably enjoys art, sketching or even painting, reading, crocheting. (That grey sweater he wore- imagine-) he had to handle himself- so imagine he stitched his clothes back together or even nurtured plants for love. (Or he just used his yakuza’s inheritance fund-).

(and then there’s beating minors for love-)

It’s a massive contrast to what he’s made out to be, a monster. Devil. Demon. Goblin (💀) ghost, essentially elements of the afterlife in a negative light. But he’s a serene guy who enjoys making scarfs for winter because he’s got a fund to spend to make up for lost time.

(IMAGINE HIM WITH A ANXIETY COLOURING BOOK-)

But imagine those are what ground him from depression? His dad and uncle didn’t have any outlets clearly, one stayed in cooped up after a loss- (Shingen you big ass toddler-because going into depression for 10 years because you lost ONE fight-??????? Childish. Little brother behaviour- it was obvious from the start-) and one went suicidal. (Shintaro im looking down at you-) so Gun just picked up the most calming activities and allows himself to indulge with noise blocking headphones.

(Goo probably introduced him to them-)

[redwolfxx]

if you died

(Gun x reader)

TW: angst, themes of death, mentions of religion

Summary: You die, how does he react

A/N: Sorry it's been a while, running low on inspiration. Was gonna add some others but wasn't sure on how they might react so I'll save it for another time. Lmk your thoughts!

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Gun

If it was of natural causes:

He would watch your body in the hospital bed with an eerie quiet. His features softer than normal but absent of emotion .

He'd examine your face ever peacefully sleeping in the silence of the room, no mechanical beeps from the machines, nothing. Just silence.

He'd eventually leave you and return back to his place for the night.

At first he had no plans of keeping any of you, he was, at Goo's advice, going to remove all fragments of you from his life, the clothes in his closet, the shoes by the door.

But he couldn't do that to you. So instead, he went to your apartment using the spare key you gave him a while back. He quietly rummages through your apartment, taking the ring you would always fiddle with, the stupid photos you took at every photo booth you passed, he took a few more items, before he was done.

He stood in your foyer, looking around your apartment, it was quiet, and lifeless. Your apartment was always the opposite, your cat attacking him whenever she saw him, your plants everywhere blocking walkways, your gaudy framed artwork livening up the place.

But it was empty and painfully quiet. Your plants given away to trusting friends, your cat given to your sister, and your artwork given to friends and family.

He almost felt his heartache, but that's not an emotion reserved for him. He didn't deserve to feel emotions such as that, for he was a monster, a criminal, void of such emotions.

No linger willing to withstand this feeling, he left your apartment without looking back, with the mementos he took in his passenger seat, where you should've been. He drives back to his place and places your memories around his place. Next to that plant that you gave him that won't die. Next to your brightly colored IKEA drawers you put next to his dark mahogany one.

He isn't ready to lock you in a drawer, to leave you out back. Anger swirls inside him, because how could they take you from him, you have done nothing wrong in your life, you still had so much more to give this world and they took you away.

Why was it not him, he wonders, and he will never stop wondering. He never moves on, not celibate because he's not a eunuch, but he remains loveless, his heart reserved for you and only you.

If anyone brings you up in a less than honorable way, he rips their throats out. Nobody will taint your name, not even his, so he doesn't speak your name in public, to keep your memory pure and bright.

But in the dark hours of the night, as the clock ticks and the silence of the night is all to be heard. He whispers your name. Hoping it will bring you back to him. Even if in a dream.

However, if you were killed:

As he watched your body, lifeless. He feels his fists close, and his heart burn with fury. You had died alone, and likely frightened and he was not able to protect you.

His anger grows and his face morphs into one of pure unbridled fury.

Your killer had fled the scene, he did not know their motive, but he assumed it likely had to do with revenge against Gun himself.

He doesn't sleep, doesn't rest, not until he has the one who did it in his grasp. And as they beg for mercy, he reminds him he is the Shiro Oni, and since when was he known for mercy? With that, he burns their house to the ground, he makes sure that watch as he destroys everything they've worked for, watches as everyone leaves and they are all alone in this world.

Gun was never a man of mercy. He does everything in his power to make they're life one of pain and anguish. And only once Gun is satusfied does he let them die in the gutters of the world. In an alley on a cold rainy night, alone.

Once Gun has his peace he goes to your resting site. And prays to whatever God he can that you come back to him, or even to switch places with him. He could not live knowing you had died for him in a way, all alone, waiting for him to come save you, which he never did.

He almost cries reading your name, engraved into the stone, he almost yells into the night, cursing the world. But he doesn't. He carefully gets up, leaving your favorite flowers by your stone and he leaves.

He returns to his place where a box is on his doorstep. It's in your handwriting. He carefully brings it inside and places it on a table.

He stares at the box, curious and hesitant. He doesn't open the box for a long time for fear of what might be in it. Always looking at it as he passed it, but never opening it, nor moving it.

Eventually Goo threatens to open it if he doesn't and Gun pushes him out and locks the door behind him (Not that that will actually keep him out, but it's more of a symbolic gesture).

On a late night when he misses you more than other nights, he goes to the box and opens it.

At the top lies a letter to him, a handwritten letter explaining that this was to be sent to him should something happen and a letter expressing your love for him and your hopes for him to move on. Which he won't ever.

The contents of the box are composed of photos you've taken over the time you've spent together. Some of him, some of you, some of that bastard Goo (you definitely did that to mess with him). But there was also your most treasured ring which you never took off, your favorite plants with a sheet of care instructions next to it and a threat to have him killed should it die. There were also smaller knickknacks and mementos from your escapades together.

He carefully moved them around his apartment, plant here, random gaudy I ❤️ NY sign here, etc.

Once he reorganized his place with your items intertwined it felt like home once more. It felt like the home you always talked about late at night when you told him about your dreams and hopes for your future.

He would never move on, you were the only one he could ever imagine being with and nothing would change that.

Every night he would pray to whoever in hopes for your revival and return to him. His prayers would go unanswered, but life would move on.

He would move a few times, taking all of your memories with him to the new place, asking you if you like your new home, which always went unanswered.

He would die alone, as you had, but in spirit and memory you never left his side.

[boyinatown]

Hello, could I request a scenario of Samuel with a reader who is stoic but very gentle and obssessed with playing violin?

I'd love to see the scenario applied to Gun and Goo but just Samuel would have me praising your godly writing skills.

Have a nice day!

MUSIC TO HIS EARS

Warnings - none

Pairing - Samuel , Gun & Goo x GN! Reader

A/n: Sorry if this wasn’t good, I’ve had some tough weeks lately. All the requests will be done, just a slow process. Thanks for requesting. 🍁

SAMUEL SEO

The first time Samuel met you was when you walked into his broadcasting studio, signing a contract to be a live violin player for your fans. You were a well known musician, not to mention : very attractive. He knew he couldn’t let you go, thus making you his with or without a contract involved

It was a late night the one time you chose to play outside for people passing by as a side gig near a restaurant to set a theme attracting customers to walk in and gaze upon your figure holding your violin, strumming the strings with your violin bow closing your eyes to focus. Seeing small pop up melody’s in your vision, after you slowly lower your bow the audience claps some putting money in your box.

Bowing at them you recognize a figure , a huge one at that between the crowd: your boyfriend. His small cloud of smoke coming closer forming a path behind him the smell marking the sky that once was scented as rainy. He held out his hand to help you off the stage stepping off you can’t help a small smile creeping upon your face.

‘ You’ve done it again, caught my heart, thief. ‘

‘ oh wow, charming. ‘ You teased him making his chest go up and down along with his signature laugh, the one you’d recognize from a million.

The one melody that you quite like, a lot at that.

JONGGUN PARK

Never in his life did the villain in everyone’s eyes, fall for a Angel with the hands that controlled his heartbeat with just a gentle strum on their violin. Seems like this angry storm had been calmed by the sun, once and for all.

‘ You were awesome again up there, no idea how you do it.. ‘ large hands with some scars for accessory massaging your smaller ones without even a speck of one. Finger carrying a diamond ring, one that showed you were his and he was yours. Jonggun park, the fearsome man who walked the streets of Korea to cause chaos and trouble now in-front of you kissing your delicate palms.

‘ I appreciate you Gun, Really…but these gifts…don’t you think their too-‘

‘Too?’ He asked urging you to finish your sentence, looking through his lashes at you pouting knowing you hated it when he spent a lot of money on you after your shows. In your vip room to take a small break before being occupied by interviewers and your attention being taken somewhere else then him. It bothered him, so these gifts were a small “ negotiation” for you to ditch them and spend time with him instead.

It was funny, some thought Gun was the one who wore the pants in the relationship. If only they knew how you’ve got him in the palm of your hands, your delicate hands.

The same hand he once kissed again, just now, with love.

JONGGOO KIM

Music was always your escape from the harsh reality you lived in, it was a small distraction really. It helped you also forget your very extroverted boyfriend who always demanded you to either play games with him or go outside to just “mess around” lucky for you, even music manages to tame a walking tornado like him.

You were in your room seated onto comfortable sheets and blankets surrounded by huge plushies and pillows. Laptop near you along with some sheets of paper where you noted important stuff for your small song. Everything was going so well, almost if it weren’t for your —

‘ babeeeee…c’mon you’ve been doin’ this for HOURS. Take a break, hey look a’ me! Just one minute! Can we please just talkkk..’ Goo Kim, the most loud & energetic person you’ve met, your boyfriend hanging onto your waist with his arm face on your back laying on his stomach beside you.

If you didn’t love him, you’d had kicked him out of your shared room and left him to stand in a corner as a form of time-out. Sighing you start playing your violin ignoring his whines and annoying noises that formed out of his mouth. Losing yourself to the focus you almost, just almost didn’t notice the way his grip loosened on your waist falling onto the bed.

Soon enough, snores were the only sound you could hear with your soft playing that faltered into being put to a stop, looking over your shoulder you see your beloved asleep holding onto a plushie he grabbed. He looked peaceful and at ease, you place your stuff aside resting your hand onto his head massaging through his blonde locks making him shift in his sleep and smile.

At lass , the tornado had came to an end, and you had been hypnotized by sleeping next to him.

[kaylaacutiepie]

iii. Temptation’s Kiss (gun x reader)

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this one-shot. All characters belong to Park Tae- jun, the talented creator of the manhwa Lookism.

This story may not meet your expectations, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. If you have any requests or suggestions, please feel free to leave a comment below!

Halloween night always seemed to bring out the bolder sides of everyone, but this year, I’d gone all out. My reflection stared back at me, almost unrecognizable in the sultry succubus outfit I’d chosen. The crimson dress hugged my body like a second skin, accentuating every curve, with a plunging neckline that left little to the imagination. The dark, delicate lace traced down to my waist, drawing the eye down the shapely line of my hips. Black thigh-high boots added just enough edge to the look, and the horns perched on my head gave me an unmistakably wicked air.

I felt powerful. Dangerous. And I couldn’t stop thinking of him.

I knew Gun would be at the party, and I had to admit, I’d chosen this outfit hoping it would get a rise out of him. He’d always been a bit of an enigma to me—a constant tension between us that simmered beneath every glance and every fleeting touch. Tonight, I wanted to push those boundaries, to see just how much fire lay under his cool demeanor.

When I stepped into the main room, the music and laughter surrounded me, but all I could feel was his gaze. It was like a pull, drawing me to him across the crowd. His eyes raked over me, taking in every inch of the outfit—my bare shoulders, the dangerously high slit up my thigh, the bold neckline. I could see the shift in his expression, from his usual confident smirk to something darker… more intense.

He made his way toward me, and with every step closer, my pulse quickened. By the time he reached me, I felt like I was on fire. He didn’t waste any time, slipping an arm around my waist and pulling me flush against him. The feel of his fingers pressing against my lower back, his touch warm even through the thin fabric, made my skin tingle.

“Did you wear this just for me?” he murmured, his voice a low growl that vibrated through me. His eyes roamed over the succubus outfit, lingering on the neckline, the delicate lace, the bare skin.

I bit my lip, fighting to keep my voice steady. “Maybe,” I teased, lifting my chin to meet his gaze. “Do you like it?”

His hand traced the line of my spine, lingering at the curve of my waist, and I couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath. “Like doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he replied, his tone heavy, almost possessive. He leaned in, his lips so close to my ear that I could feel his breath. “You’re playing a dangerous game, you know.”

I shivered, but I wasn’t about to back down. “Maybe I want to,” I whispered back, a hint of a challenge in my voice.

That was all it took. He pressed me back against the wall, his fingers tangling in my hair as his mouth found mine. The kiss was hot, intense, leaving no room for doubt about what he wanted. His hands moved with purpose, tracing the edges of my outfit as if memorizing every detail, every curve. I could feel his fingers toying with the lace trim at my hips, his touch sending sparks down my spine.

“You’re impossible to resist in this,” he murmured, voice husky as his gaze moved from my lips to the plunging neckline. His hands drifted lower, slipping under the fabric to find bare skin. My heart raced as he leaned in, lips brushing the curve of my neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

“Is this your idea of a trick or treat?” I managed to whisper, barely holding back a gasp as his hands tightened on my waist.

Gun’s dark eyes met mine, his mouth curving into a dangerously wicked smile. “Oh, trust me, Y/N, this is just the beginning.”

I barely had time to catch my breath before he pulled me deeper into the shadows, his hands sliding over every inch of the sinful succubus costume. Every touch, every teasing graze sent jolts of pleasure through me, and I could feel myself melting under his touch. I’d worn this outfit hoping to get a reaction, but nothing could have prepared me for the way his hands felt against my skin, for the low growl of his voice in my ear.

“Happy Halloween, my temptress."

[rinanar]

Young gun or goo meeting yn for the first time, yn bickering with them without realizing who they are. Nothing inappropriate, just kids from 2 different worlds meeting and becoming frenemiies

KEEP TALKING ! HCS

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character/s : Jungoo Kim , Jonggun Park

type : headcanons — fluff , crack — gn!reader — implied as x reader

warning/s - details : swearing , gungoo in denial , goo's in his early teens , reader is younger than them

a/n : had no idea whether to make this a headcanon or oneshot lolololol

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JUNGOO KIM : (GOO)

- You two first met through his cousin

- His cousin was your friend, AND partner in a project. When he brought you to his house, you found Goo lounging on the couch

- you were curious at first, but you didn't speak to him.

- The second time you met him though, he was with his cousin, walking through the hallway coming from the principal's office, with blood smeared on his cheeks

- Of course, there were many whispers about who he's here for, why he's here for, and how handsome he is.

- But for some reason, you just had no shame, did you? You started talking to the two of them

- But your friend was in a hurry for some reason, so he left you alone with Goo.

- And holy shit

- He finally realized how annoying he can be when he talks

- Do you not realize what he came here for? What he had just done?

- He thinks you're annoying

- But he also thinks he's MIGHT just be in love

- Then he denies it, then he doesn't, then he denies it again.

- He tells you you're annoying, you agree, then keep talking.

- But the longer the conversation goes on, the more he also starts talking

- he keeps talking as if you two are competing for who's louder

- He's glad he found someone as talkative as him, but he still thinks you're annoying to this day.

JONGGUN PARK : (GUN / YAMAZAKI YUZURU)

- Your mother was one of their helpers

- But your mom refused to let you get dragged into her occupation, knowing how strict the clan can be.

- But after tons of begging and crying because no one was able to take care of you at home, she let you come with her, but told you to never leave her side

- But then, being the dumbass you are, you left her side.

- You ended up crying because you couldn't find her

- Then somehow and thankfully (???), he was the first one to find you

- BUT, what you didn't know was that your mom worked for a literal clan, one of the most notorious ones too

- That's why you weren't scared of him at all, which made him confused

- He did help you find your mom

- But you could've helped him back by staying quiet while walking.

- God, you keep talking, and his ears are ringing. He is and will never get used to it

- He probably never revealed to you that he's a Yakuza too. He just lets you find out yourself

- And you'll probably feel uncomfortable and stop talking if you find out, he won't admit it, but he doesn't like the thought of it

- He thinks you're annoying too, but someone's never THIS comfortable talking to him, so go on

- He thinks you're cute when you mess up your words too, but he will NEVER admit that

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a/n : I love this sm..m.m.mm....jshsishwks

[cupiohearts]

I WISH YOU LOVE ! - reminiscing with gun.

(cant catch me now series). GUN VER. dg ver. goo ver

they see you everywhere. james, jonggun, joongoo. they find bits and pieces of you lying around in their pockets, their houses and memories. it depends on which one it is which scene they see you in.

for GUN, he cant figure out for the life of anyone why they would wish someone that moved on in life the best of luck. he was a selfish man. when you disappeared from him, he mutters bitterly to himself wishing curses upon your name. the tear drops on the letter you wrote to him being the symbolism behind it all.

why would he want you to do well without him? why did you have to leave him?

did you not care as much as you said you did? he furrows his eyebrow. taking another drag out of his cigarette while he watches the stupid couple on the street pick out matching items for each other.

"jonggun! jonggun! look come here! hurry up!" you hiss at him as you press your face against the glass of a window. it was the pet adoption center. a calico cat taking a nap in the window as you cood at it.

that was the ugliest cat hes ever seen. it's eyes looked a bit too similar to the one you always give him when you want him to do something ridiculous for you.

"its cute" he gruffly says. you raise an eyebrow at him and made a face "youre a big fat liar. when we grow old with joongoo and james! we should all get a cat together!"

you giggle as you wiggled your finger at the cat. your breath fogging up the glass and when you pulled away he could see a slight bit of lipgloss- or lip tint- or whatever you were wearing on your lips that left it all glossy and shimmery left on the window.

he didnt say anything about it. he probably shouldve. you left the window dirty with your makeup. the same lips he imagined himself kissing from to time.

he thinks again. gun is a selfish man. when he read the letter you gave him, he thinks to himself for a far longer period of time than what he would appreciate.

he picks up the small camera you left behind in your apartment. he kept it with him for some reason. it was to keep videos and photos of yourself so he wont forget all of the times hes had with you.

"gun stop! stop! stop- what in the world happened here?!" your voice can be heard from behind the camera. the camera work a bit shaky as you walk closer to the restaurant.

there were a lot of bodies on the floor. a lot. "did you take them all down by yourself?" you ask him. you already knew the answer. he didnt need to respond but he did "yes"

you let out a deep sigh "this was supposed to be a cute video! you just ruined it. i wanted to send my mom and dad videos of me while im still here!"

you never sent it. he almost wished you did. so your parents knew what your friends were in korea. gangsters hanging out with the most.. sane one. sane is a strong word. hed think more like you were the glue.

you held everyone together, but at the same time. you were the one keeping them in the past.

that wasnt what he thought as he read your note though.

while he reading the shaky lines with splotchy text. the tears you left on the paper made it all crumbly and the words were hard to read.

he could only wish you the worst time without him. you better not be happier than you were with him. thats how you made him feel. he felt like the vines growing around the fence around you. his growth was hindered by the boundaries you had. if you werent there, he wouldve probably never grown in the first place, but you were also the reason he couldnt get better.

even as he read the lines 'jongun, you are the one who destroyed me the most.' he felt a small smile come to his face. he really is the most selfish person he knew.

sooooo... im here. I DID THE SECONDPARTY YIPPEE 😋😋 is it messy idk

i havent proof read so im assuming its ok. if its ooc mb brother.

their personalities are hard to capture anyways live laufh love the lookism blondes <3 the hottest in the game frl

[lookismaddict]

Lookism: Rendezvous 🔞 (Ch. XIII) || Gun Park x Fem! Reader ♡

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry you guys had to wait so long. I disappeared for a year and haven’t even update the story. But now, I'm back and it’s finally here. I hope you guys enjoy! 🖤

NSFW Warning: Strong language/cursing, sexual language, some sexual content (teasing, grinding, and nudity).

Story Summary: You traveled abroad to help support your mother who is sick, back home in Japan. However, once you reached Korea, everything went downhill until you met a stranger who offered you a deal that could benefit you. But who knew that this special encounter would turn your whole life around…

Gun got beat up by (Y/N) then died.

The end.

[heongiu]

Hi! Can I request a yandere Gun with reader who has had enough and wants to leave him for good?

hey Anon, tysm for the request! and ooooohh Yandere Gun?!..what a fun perspective to write about.

warnings: Yandere, slight abuse, manipulation, toxic and unhealthy relationship, mentions of abuse, gaslighting.

!Yandere! Gun x Reader ||

“Y/N OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW” He shouted at you, banging loudly from the bedroom.

it had been 2 years since you guys started dating, everything was merry and bliss until a month ago, he started acting strange towards you. At first it was unnoticeable, but slowly matters got out of hand. With his concerning possessiveness and manipulativeness, possibly also abusive behaviour. It was too late to leave when you had realized this all, your beloved boyfriend was not who he acted like in the beginning, the rabbithole was much, much profound.

And now you were sitting scared on the bathroom floor, your body shaking tremendously , tears sprawling out your eyes, the door was locked shut securely, but you knew it was not enough to keep him from entering in, You knew how indestructible he was.

“Y/n..if you open the door like a good girl, you can avoid getting hurt you know? and if you dont you know how bad it will be for you right?” his voice was reverberant, and his tone was threatening. There was not much time left until the door would get kicked open, and you would finally be dragged out of your protest. You couldn’t think much at all, not even think what to do, because in a situation as dark as this, nobody would.

And so the door was kicked down, and appeared who you had wished didn't. And with one Swift sway of his arm, he grabbed your wrists and hauled you out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom. He clutched your hands together tightly, almost an earth-shattering grip.

and with one more swing he threw you on the floor, his aura turned obsecurely belligerent with you.

You tried praying to each and every God ever known to existence, you wanted to break free, but none of your prayers were answered.

"Now answer me, why did you go to him?" He interrogated, his grip on you was stronger than ever, as you cried out in pain.

"G-Gun! Please hear me out!.. H-he was a good friend of mine! It's not anything serious at all-" and came a harsh slap across your cheek, he grabbed your chin and pulled your face close to his.

"Oh really?... What proof do you have to assure me you weren't doing shit with that bastard?" His voice was hoarse, as his eyes looked at your trembling figure with animosity.

"Y-you can call him!...a-ask him about yesterday.. Th-then you'll know.." You answered back, petrified.

maybe.. You shouldn't have gone there at all. Gun tossed you to the floor violently, grabbing your phone, and checking your contacts list. As he furiously scrolled over the various contact, he finally came across the guys contact number and dialed, walking around the bathroom impatiently.

Each passing second was making your skin crawl. As he took more and more time to pick up the call. And then.. He finally did.

"Hey ____? Yeah I wanted to ask what you and y/n did yesterday, it's nothing serious, I'm just curious, she wouldn't tell me herself so."

Gun spoke to the guy over the phone like they were best friends, his tone had completely transformed, it was... Just exactly like how he used to talk to you before. Seeing him change this way made tears sprawl out your eyes.

And so... His suspicions were confirmed...Wrong. And you took a deep, relieved sigh, but it was not... Over, yet.

"I'm glad it wasn't anything serious, but if you ever hang out with him again... I'll make sure you never see daylight again" he whispered close to your ear, as he grabbed your head from behind, pulling you closer.

"You do realise how much I love you, right? " he added as he brushed your cheek with his calloused hands, gently and softly.

"Y-yes..I do.." You murmured with a shaky mode of expression, you were still a lot traumatized from whatever just happened.

"Good, I love you so much, I'll keep you safe with me alright? Everyone else is using you, only I, can help you my love"

He kissed your forehead, before picking you up and putting you to bed.

[amphitriteswife]

Jonggun NSFW hc’s

@tinyy-tea-cup

I don’t have any shame.

💝 jonggun is a masochist, he likes it rough, it applies for both you and him. He can be gentle if he wants to. But you would need to handle him in bed if you actually want to feel the maximum amount of pleasure from him

💝 very much into hair pulling. Doesn’t really care who’s pulling hair as long as its pulled. He personally likes it more if you pull his hair. Only in bed though, he takes great care of his hair most of the time and only lets it get ruined by you

💝 degradation kink. He likes it if you’re angry at him or if you scream at him. Slapping is definitely in there too. To him having you ride him and cursing at him with a slap here in there is totally ideal. He’s not ashamed about it either, after all in his fights he never dodged an attack so why would he do it now even if he could?

💝 17 cm, right amount of veins, it’s usually more around the shaft with only a few thick ones actually reaching almost to the tip . clean shaved with after care. Only sometimes will you see some black hair but that’s if he was REALLY busy, which is almost never. He prefers clean shaved but if you like it with hair he doesn’t mind or as long as you don’t make him have it too long. The tip color is #e9c8bc. And it’s slightly thicker than usual.

💝 he actually doesn’t masturbate often. He’s not someone who has sex constantly on his mind so he’ll live. However, if he does get exited he tries his best to not give in, you’ll have to get it out of him. There will be changes in how he acts. He’d stare a little longer and overall seem out of it. It’s one of the rare moments he willingly gets out off UI because he doesn’t want to act on his instincts

💝 You would think that he’d be into edging but he actually thinks it’s a turn off. It makes him so frustrated to the point he might actually get angry or shut off. He doesn’t mind too much and at some times he does enjoy it but the trick is to not over do it. When he’s in the begging stage please give in, he’ll be very grateful for it.

💝 his personal preference for women is that he doesn’t care. He’s a wild man okay? Personally he likes to look presentable. But he enjoys something different, it makes him intrigued. He loves it when his woman does what she wants. So what does this mean? It means he can handle bushes, even trees or jungles💯

💝 his cum is on the thicker and creamier side. Jonggun isn’t one too cum a lot, no matter how much you tease him or edge him it will be only just above average at best. He prefers facials or to cum outside.

💝 jonggun would take a smoke after sex. See it as a way to regain his energy. He’d probably smoke on the balcony and stay there for a minute before coming back. And yes he won’t bother to put on his clothes. Yes he’s standing on the balcony naked. He doesn’t see the need to wear clothes since you’ve already seen him naked. No his butt isn’t jiggly. It’s like…square?

💝 ass guy. He likes anything to do with it. Slapping or spanking your butt. Holding it, letting you sit on him, jiggling it. It’s one of the reasons he likes to fuck you from the back. The soft sound of your skin slapping against his fuels his urge to rougher. He’ll hold you by your hips and whisper things in your ears, or he’ll roughly make you look back so that he can kiss you.

💝 jonggun would let you sit on his face. He doesn’t mind how heavy you are, he’s strong for a reason. He’s a muncher okay? He likes eating. He’s the definition of gluttony. He doesn’t care if its the front or the back or both, he’s licking and sucking. He pays especially attention to the folds. He takes his time with it too, unless you want to be in charge and push his head into your pussy. He’ll hold your legs for you if you feel extra lazy. But be prepared to have his piercing black eyes onto yours locked the entire time.

💝 likes to have it in positions where he can see himself enter. He doesn’t necessarily know why but it turns him on to see how you take him. I feel like he definitely would do it in front of a mirror simply to see himself going at it.

💝 Jonggun isn’t very loud, but he would be vocal. You would hear breathy moaning. But if it really really feels good for some reason he might actually make some lewd noises. His voice is deep ao expect his moaning to also be very deep. And if he moans it’s usually against your skin or close by your ear. It’s mainly panting and deep breaths though.

💝 I feel like Jonggun would like nudes. And mainly the ones you sent to him. Whether it’s in the shower, lying on the bed, under the sheets, on your work place, with or without clothing. Or if it’s just a picture of your legs while you’re taking a bath. A photo of you wearing something for the date the two of you are having later on. Or maybe even some poses. He likes all of them and definitely saves them on his phone in a separate album. When it comes to him sending nudes it’s usually of his back, arms, abs and chest. Ofcourse his dick is also the main part but he’s one to not just let it be so easy. More of a print or something covering it so that’s you can barely see what you want to see.

Thats all😋

[koiiiji]

how i treat Jonggun (and some of his fans)

vs how i treat Joongoo

[amara555555]

Gun’s a foodie.

Man likes to eat.

You see them reels on PTJ’s page??????????

Gun eats. ALOT.

Most of his animations are of him eating.

That cute fat ass-

[redwolfxx]

home screen

Gun/Goo x Reader

summary: gun/goo/rder/poly : lockscreen/homescreen, showing each other, reader gets shy

tw: embarrassment, suggestive, gun&goo are warnings themselves

a/n: i'm embarrassed i even thought of this, it's not great

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- imagine the two of them cornering you after catching a glimpse of your home screen and wanting to get a better look

- embarrassed you try to hide it behind you

-in an attempt to coax you to show it they agree to show their lock&home screens first

- goo goes first showing his lock screen - a random meme he pulled off tiktok

- his home screen? a photo of you making a (very embarrassing) face in your sleep, squished between his arm and gun's

- your face beet red as you try to grab his phone to delete that photo, but being stopped by the embarrassing height difference between the two

- giving in to the teasing you give up trying to climb good to reach the phone

- gun then shows you his, his lock screen a photo of the two of you at some sort of charity gala, all dressed up

- his home screen? something that makes you want to run, dig a hole, and die

- it was a photo of you (chest up) after a ....eventful night on a blissful high, face red, breathing hard, out of your mind

- now it was your turn

- in comparison yours wasn't to the same extent as theirs but... yeah

- your lock screen, a cute photo of the three of you at a charity event once more, all dressed up, looking fine as hell

- the two coo and tease you but you knew this was the start

- the home screen took a bit more coaxing from the two, false promises of "i won't judge, not even laugh" from the two

- good with a big shit-eating grin and gun with his signature smirk focused on you

- eventually you give in, unlocking your phone you give it to them before turning and facing the wall, making futile attempts to hide your embarassment

- presented in all its glory is your home screen, a photo you had snuck of the two of them after a shower in nothing but towels, muscles on full display, beads of water dripping down them

- immediately goo is on you cooing and poking at you, making smug comments about how you have the hots for them, more importantly him

- eventually the noise dies down and your phone is handed back to you

"you know, you can always ask me to walk around shirtless more often..."

"don't talk to me"

"hey babe, paint me like one of your french girls"

"goo, i'm going to throttle you"

[rivenbellator]

Do You Fight?

Jonggun Park

cw/tw: canon typical violence, probably ooc, x reader, no mention of y/n or other abbreviations, mild sex jokes, generally sfw, third person perspective

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At the end of the corridor stood a looming figure, clad in a suit and demonic eyes that peered straight through your being. He stood there like a ghost, an dark entity haunting the edges of your vision. Each slow, agonising step he took echoed around the hall, slowly fading beyond the darkness of it.

At the other end stood a woman, dressed in black, her eyes a nonchalant stare. She walked the hall in full strides, her own steps landing but never echoing, a silenced gun in the midst of a desolate strip.

"Park Jonggun," her head tilted upwards as she peered at him through her lower lashes.

He didn't respond, remaining straight faced in the presence of the intruder, halting his steps. She continued her strides towards him, her boots leaving a soft thud with each footfall. "Choi sent me here," Gun loosened up at the name, "said he had a demon running around doing his bidding."

The gentle thuds finally stopped as she planted herself but a few metres from him.

"What does he want?" He inquired dully, pulling out a cigarette and lighter. A gentle click, a bright orange flame, and the cigarette was lit. He took a drag and blew the smoke at her purposefully.

She squinted at him disapprovingly, her face screwing up in disgust as she waved her hand at the white smog. "Not even asking for my identity?" she scoffed at him, "didn't expect Choi's men to be this sloppy."

Gun looked sorely unimpressed, "what does he want?" he reiterated.

"Something about the four crews- uh..." she muttered to herself for a moment before taking a notepad from the pocket of her pants and flipping to a page. Gun tapped his foot impatiently, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

"Choi wants you to get stricter with the four crews, and he wants you in for a meeting," she pocketed the notepad awaiting his response.

"So... is that a yes or no?"

"Aren't you the one that's sloppy?" He smirked condescendingly.

She turned on her heel, shaking her head, "I'll take that as a yes, you can ask Choi for the details of the meeting."

The air was silent for a moment, a tense atmosphere washing over the both of them.

"Do you fight?"

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Desks strewn around a dimly illuminated room, shattered glass, and the sickly metallic scent of blood.

"So you do fight."

She grunted from her slumped position against the wall, blood dribbled down from her nose, a scowl forming on her face.

"Isn't there etiquette to this? You should let the lady have the first strike," she chuckled to herself, the sound reverberating through her chest.

"You blocked," Gun stated, as if it was unusual, abnormal.

"Yes, that's how this works," her forearms throbbed from the force of his punch, the red marks a tell-tale sign of his brutality.

She stood up, using her knees as leverage, and got into a defensive stance. Gun just stood there, squinting at her as if trying to decipher every single thing about her. She would give away nothing.

A kick was thrown, then a punch, multiple knees, and an elbow. Few of her hits landed, but when they did, Gun would wince. Each hit that did land created a sharp sound. The only sounds she made that would echo.

A head kick, and his shades crumbled, whether it was from the hand that blocked or the foot that kicked was unclear.

He looked angry.

Gun threw a right hook, and her body skidded into the chalkboard, white, dusty residue, creating a soft cloud around her.

Gun appeared out of nowhere, throwing a jab at her head, which she barely dodged, a dent left in the board where her head was.

Then, it ensued, a flurry of kicks, knees, elbows, hooks, and the like, each with the lethality to maim and kill one another.

"You think I can outrun you?" She asked, propping her arms up in front of her face again.

"No."

"Yeah, I thought so," Gun hurled another fist at her. She parried his scarred hand and aimed for a knee to his jaw.

It hit.

Gun was sent stumbling back, clutching his jaw and glaring up at the woman. "Fuck, that hurt."

"It wasn't supposed to," she muttered sarcastically, rolling her wrist. It was beginning to swell, injured somewhere in the storm of hits.

Gun stood up, shook himself out, and took a seat in one of the flimsy plastic chairs and sprawled his legs out. The woman remained standing in the corner of the classroom, nursing an injured wrist.

"Shit, think you fractured my wrist. Do you do this to all women your first night with them?" She laughed to herself, but obviously, the joke didn't hit.

Gun grumbled out a few curses to himself, a hand attached to his reddened jaw.

He looked at her pointedly. She didn't seem at all frightened by the voidness of his eyes or the scar that was set between them.

"You wanna know my name now? So you can sue me for assault?"

"Yeah, so tell me your name," he looked her in the eye, dead serious, and she couldn't help but burst into manical laughter, leaning against the wall for support.

"You're funny, you know?" She said, wiping blood and sweat from her face, simultaneously taking a business card from her breast pocket and flinging it at him.

"I doubt it," he caught the card, barely batting an eye. His gleaming, white pupils flicked over the words on the card locating a name, her name.

When he looked up she was barely a metre in front of him extending her good arm for a handshake, "nice to meet you, I'll be working with you and Kim Joongoo for the foreseeable future."

He never saw her coming.

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