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locomoqo · 7 months ago

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switchin' them positions

ft. Gun Park, Goo Kim, & Diego Kang x reader [separate]

details: NSFW content, sub characters, p in v (gun's part), bondage + cockwarming (goo's part), handjob + orgasm denial (DG's part)

A/N: BOO!!!! drops bomb and runs (literally just smthing i came up with like..what if u make that hunk go sub..esp the big 3 ++ goo is the subbiest out of the 3 tbh)

ᯓ★—GUN

Gun’s back is pressed against the headboard, his dark eyes fixed on you. He’s already stripped down, his body tense beneath you as you straddle his hips, feeling the warmth of his dick pressing against your inner thighs. His hands rest on your waist, fingers tightening instinctively as you start to move, slowly rolling your hips, teasing him with every shift of your body.

“Let me,” he growls softly, his grip tightening as if he’s about to flip you over, take control like he always does. But you shake your head, pressing your palms against his chest, holding him down with a firm but gentle pressure.

“Not tonight,” you say, your voice soft but insistent, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat under your fingers. “Tonight, you don’t get to be in charge.”

His eyes narrow, a flicker of frustration flashing across his face, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t fight you—not yet. He’s too curious, too caught off guard by the way you’re looking at him, with a calm determination that he’s not used to. He doesn’t let go of your hips; his fingers dig into your skin, and you can feel the tension thrumming through him, the desire to flip the script, to take you down and make you beg for him.

“Just let me take care of you,” you murmur, leaning down to brush your lips over his, the kiss soft, lingering. You feel his body shudder beneath you, the barest hint of surrender, but he still watches you warily, as if he’s not sure he can trust himself to let go.

Slowly, you start to move, your hips moving against him, taking him inside you inch by inch. His breath hitches, and his sharp, predatory focus giving way to something softer. His hands twitch against your waist, but he stays where he is, allowing you to set the pace.

“Just relax, handsome," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath as you move, slow and unhurried, letting him feel every inch of the sweet walls of your pussy.

He makes a low, frustrated sound, his hands tightening again as if he’s about to take over, but you press him back down. Your fingers threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him subtly gasp. “No,” you insist gently, but firmly. “You get to relax tonight. Relax.” You put emphasis on the last word.

He looks up at you, his breathing ragged, and you can see the war in his eyes—wanting to give in, but hating how exposed it makes him feel. But he doesn’t fight you, doesn’t try to take back control, and there’s something almost desperate in the way he watches you, as if he’s never felt this kind of weakness before. It's almost like he's turning into putty in your hands.

As you move, your pace quickening, you can feel the tension in him slowly unraveling. His fingers loosening their grip on your waist, his head falling back, exposing the column of his throat. God, the way your pussy just squeezed the life out of his cock felt good, he wouldn't admit it but letting you set the pace for once felt good.

You lean down, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, his neck, savoring the rare moment of intimacy as his body begins to respond to yours, his hips lifting to meet your movements.

“You’re doing so well,” you whisper, your lips brushing against his ear, and he shudders, his eyes fluttering shut as if he can’t bear to look at you while he’s like this—laid bare, completely exposed. There’s a rawness in the way he grips your thighs, his fingers trembling just slightly as he gives himself over to the moment, letting you take him to the edge.

Every sound he makes—every low, breathy moan, every ragged gasp—feels like a victory, each one more desperate than the last as he lets go of the control he’s always held so tightly. His muscles are tense beneath you, his breath hot and uneven as he watches you through half-lidded eyes, his jaw clenched with the effort of keeping himself in check.

Your words are soft, soothing, and you can see the way they hit him, the way his breath catches as he looks up at you, his gaze suddenly raw and open in a way you’ve never seen before. His hands slide up to your back, holding you close, and you can feel the way he trembles—just a little, just enough to let you know that you’ve cracked that icy exterior.

His moans grow just a tad bit louder, his control slipping further with each roll of your hips, his breaths coming faster, rougher. You feel his hips move up into you to try and meet your hips, his eyes squeezing shut, his grip on you tightening as he lets you take him apart piece by piece until he’s gasping your name, lost in a pleasure he can’t control.

When he finally shudders and falls apart beneath you, his seed painting your insides white, there’s no pretense left—just raw, unguarded emotion, his eyes glazed and unfocused, his body spent.

You stay like that for a moment, catching your breath, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his chest beneath yours. He looks up at you, and for a second, you see the barest hint of a smile before he pulls you down into a fierce, hungry kiss, as if to reclaim some of the power he’d let slip away.

And maybe, just maybe, he’s okay with that.

ᯓ★—GOO

Goo should’ve known better. Maybe he wouldn’t have said yes if he’d realized things would end up here, or perhaps if he’d actually taken you seriously, the consequences wouldn’t have been so... brutal.

It started with a simple request—you wanted to switch things up in the bedroom. He laughed, entertained the thought, but never let you follow through, always brushing it off with a smirk and a smug, “Next time.” So, this time, you decided to make sure he’d regret that.

You pushed him down onto the bed, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss, and before he knew it, he heard it—the click of handcuffs locking his wrists above his head. His eyes widened as you pulled back, a sly smile playing on your lips.

“Alright then,” he chuckled, half-disbelieving. A playful, cocky grin spreading across his face. “Let’s see what you got, boss.”

You straddled his hips with an intensity that made that cockiness of his falter. For just a second, you caught that slight drop in his expression. “Stay,” you ordered, voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

He chuckled again, but there was a faint trace of uncertainty there now, a sliver of something almost like nerves.

“Oh, I’m so scared,” he mocked, but it sounded hollow, his confidence starting to crack.

You leaned close, your breath warm against his ear. “I mean it, Goo. You move, and this stops. Understand?”

You felt his body tense beneath you, the slightest catch in his breathing. He laughed, but it was softer, less certain. “O–Okay, whatever you say, sugar,” he muttered, voice slipping as he started to take you just a little more seriously.

You rewarded him with a slow, deliberate grind against his cock, feeling it harden beneath you as his breath hitched, his fingers twitching above his head, clearly aching to grab you but unable to.

“You’re gonna listen, right?” you teased, voice low, testing just how far you could push him.

“Yes,” he replied, but it wasn’t steady, the usual cocky edge blunted, replaced with a hint of submission.

“Good,” you murmured. You could feel the tension in his arms as he strained against the cuffs, testing his restraints but holding back, for now.

He could feel his cock twitching to be inside of you, but he could do nothing but watch as you grinded on his length. That smirk of his was slipping fast, the usual swagger replaced with something far more vulnerable.

“Still think this is funny?” you asked, pressing your hands down on his chest, pinning him harder. His eyes widened, and you watched as a bead of sweat formed on his brow, his cock pressing harder against you as he looked up, flushed, defiant, but beginning to crack.

Oh, who was he kidding? You looked so fucking hot like this. His dick was only getting harder by the second.

“N–No,” he admitted, voice breathy. He licked his lips, gaze locked on yours, his arrogance unraveling with each passing second.

You leaned in, slowly grinding on him. Each touch, each kiss was a slow burn, drawing out every last bit of his restraint. He started off with cocky retorts, but the longer you teased, denying him even the slightest touch, the more his smug façade crumbled.

His breath came in sharp gasps, smirks turning into bitten-back moans when you finally sank down onto his cock—agonizingly slow at that—and when he tried to lift his head to capture your lips, you pulled back, keeping him right on the edge.

Goo couldn’t handle this. Just when he thought you’d finally give him some release, you went completely still on top of him. No, no, he’d hold out—you’d move sooner or later, right?

But you didn’t. And now he was starting to feel cornered, his body aching for you to move. The way your cunt would give his dick a squeeze every now and then, the stillness so torturous he thought he might lose it.

“Please,” he murmured, voice stripped of all bravado, replaced with genuine need. His hips bucked against yours, wrists pulling desperately at the cuffs, eyes wide and pleading.

“What was that?” you asked, pretending not to hear, dragging your nails lightly down his chest, a teasing glint in your eyes.

“P-Please,” he repeated, louder this time, voice breaking, his face flushed as he looked up, wild-eyed and almost desperate. “Fuck, I—need you—”

You smirked, leaning down until your lips brushed against his, voice dipping into a low, teasing whisper. “Oh, now you’re begging? I thought you were the one in control.”

He let out a broken groan, head falling back as he tugged at the cuffs, his usual arrogance shattered. “Please,” he said again, voice raw, the word slipping out like a whimper, leaving him exposed to you.

You couldn’t help but grin, a thrill running through you as you saw him so undone, so needy—all because of you.

“Well,” you murmured, finally granting him a slow movement of your hips. The friction drawing a deep, shuddering moan from him. “Maybe I’ll give you what you want...as long as you keep being a good boy for me. Can you do that for me?” you purr at a tone that's so sweet yet razzing.

“Yes, yes-” he gasped, trembling beneath you, wide, desperate eyes locked onto yours, no trace of his usual swagger left. “I’ll be good. I promise. Just—please, just fuckin’ move.”

“Are you telling me what to do?” You ask, lifting an eyebrow at him with a small pout. He immediately shakes his head, “N–No, sugar, ‘m sorry–I just-”

Oh this was just too amusing.

ᯓ★—DG

Diego Kang, the level headed man. The one man circle, the legend of the first generation…the titles he’s earned could go on and on. Always exuding that calm confidence, that unshakable aura. But tonight, that was exactly what you aimed to break.

After all, he was still a man, wasn't he?

Your little movie date night with him is long forgotten by you as you shift closer, slipping your hand under the blanket, trailing your fingers over his thigh. You catch the briefest flicker of his eyes down to you, a faint question there, but he says nothing. Unfazed, as always.

Yet you don’t stop. Your hand slides further, pressing just a little harder, and when your fingers graze his cock through his sweats, you feel him tense ever so slightly. He doesn’t say a word, but there’s a slight exhale, barely audible, as he shifts in his seat.

You pull it out, touch feather-light as you ran your hand over the length of his cock, only teasing at first. He didn’t flinch, only looked down at you with that calm, unreadable gaze of his, like he was trying to figure out what game you were playing.

“You’re not going to get to me,” he murmured, that calm, even tone never wavering.

You smirked, looking up at him. “Is that so?”

Leaning forward, you wrapped your fingers around his cock, giving it a slow, torturous stroke from base to tip. He let out a measured breath, eyes narrowing as he tried to keep his expression neutral.

“Mmhm,” he replied, but there was the faintest tremor in his voice, just barely enough to let you know you were getting to him, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

Slowly, you ran your thumb over his slit, feeling his body tense under your touch. His jaw clenched, but he kept his eyes locked on the screen, refusing to let you see him slip.

“Nothing to say, hm?” you teased, keeping your strokes excruciatingly slow, keeping him right on the edge, but never giving him enough to tip over. The way your hand feels around his dick has him wanting more. More than this.

He could just imagine your pretty little lips wrapped around his thick cock or maybe even better—him sinking every single inch of him into you. He bites his lip, hands flexing at his sides.

It makes him swallow hard, adam’s apple bobbing as he forces himself to stay in control. “You’ll have to do better than that,” he replied, his voice tight but still steady.

Your fingers moved faster, stroking him with a little more pressure, watching his resolve waver, bit by bit. His breath hitched, his eyelids fluttering just slightly as he fought to keep his composure.

“Oh? So you don’t mind if I just… keep you here like this?” you murmured, voice laced with a teasing sweetness as you slowed your strokes, edging him right up to that breaking point before pulling back again.

His lips parted, and for a split second, you saw it—the faintest flicker of frustration in his eyes, a crack in that calm exterior. He let out a shaky breath, biting down on the inside of his cheek, clearly still fighting to stay composed.

“That’s... fine,” he managed, but his voice was strained, his hands clenching into fists at his sides now.

With a smirk, you leaned in, pressing your lips against his neck, littering the space with slow kisses. “I don’t think you can handle it,” you whispered against his skin. “In fact, I think you’re going to beg.”

His body tensed, and his breathing quickened, but he still wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of breaking. “I won’t,” he replied, though his voice had grown softer, barely above a whisper.

You laughed softly, moving your hand with a firmer stroke, watching as his cool demeanor slowly melted away, replaced by the raw need he could no longer hide.

“Let’s see,” you challenged, stroking him just a little faster. His gaze shifts down to his dick, looking furious at the constant denial of release. He could feel the tension build in his body as he struggled to hold onto what was left of his control.

Finally, a low, ragged moan escaped him, and he gave in. Those eyes hazy with desire as he whispered, barely audible, “Please…”

“Didn't hear you,” you teased, slowing your movements to a crawl, dragging out each stroke until he let out another shuddering breath.

“Please,” he repeated, his voice softer, almost pleading. His eyes met yours, the last of his composure slipping away as he gave in

You leaned back, smiling victoriously as he looked at you, expression shattered and vulnerable. It was everything you wanted, and you hadn’t even pushed him all the way over the edge yet.

“See?” you whispered, your fingers ghosting over his cock again, driving him right back to the brink. “I told you you’d beg.”

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laceymorganwrites · 6 months ago

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First time calling you mommy - Lookism guys

A/N: why is it always delinquent guys that get me back into writing?

Vasco:

big dumb baby

never used to care about his dumbness and others calling him that because Jace takes care of most things for him

he always has others looking out for him and tells them regularly how grateful he is for that

once the two of you start dating Jace literally has a meeting session with you and gets you an actual fucking manual on Vasco

he doesn´t mean any harm, it´s just the way he does things

and it´s important to him to get to know you so he can know Vasco is in safe hands

approves of you immediately once he sees how much you baby his best friend and how much he enjoys it

teases Vasco about how clingy he is to you and that you´re more like his mommy than his girlfriend

´Is that bad?´

he loves it so much when you call him your big baby, is so soft for you

experiences subspace with you for the first time, he never felt that safe before, so taken care of

calls you mommy in public too, the Burn Knuckles and the others are already used to it but it´s still a bit awkward in convenience stores when he asks you to buy him snacks

Eli:

the only actual sweet and wholesome one out of those oops-

you haven´t known each other for that long yet, just from school

you´re the only from your classmates who actually knows anything about him

he doesn´t know why he trusts you so much but you´re the only person who doesn´t make him feel like a complete failure

he can just ... be with you, without thinking about anything dark or sad

that´s why it´s so easy for him to introduce you to his family

Yenna loves you immediately and instantly attaches to you

Eli is so relieved that she loves you so much, it takes so much off his shoulder having you around taking care of her, someone he trusts, so he can go to work without having to worry too much

Sally and you grow really close, she always teases that you´re better suited for the role of mom than her since you care so much for everyone

but you always say that there can be two moms and that she´s doing a much better job than you ever could

she´s also the first one you tell about your feelings for Eli, you kept them hidden for a long time because you didn´t want to pressure him

you didn´t even want to get into a relationship with him, not wanting him to be tied down in any way

after everything that happened with Heather you didn´t want to remind him of any of that, you were happy co-parenting as his close friend

Warren is the one to get Eli to admit his own feelings for you, he already was vulnerable around you before, he trusts you immensely after all

but now that he knows why it all makes so much sense, but at the same time he´s so scared

comes to you immediately after the talk and just confesses right then, sharing all his fears with you

it´s only when he´s in your arms that he finally admits it out loud

´Can you be my mommy too?´

Jake:

so fucking clueless

gives you such an awkward and unnecessarily long stare you think he´s actively judging every decision he made leading up to dating you

it was already so awkward and hard to get together with him because baby boy literally doesn´t know what he´s doing

the other boys had to set you two up on a date because he didn´t know how to ask you out

you gave him your number right when you met but he never called or texted because he didn´t know what to say so in the end the others just had to drag him out to meet you

granted he´s much better after that first date and getting over his initial nerves

still asks the boys about advice a lot, especially Sinu

and that´s how this whole mess started in the first place

him and Sinu live next door

one night he invited you over for dinner and to watch a movie and the two of you overheard Sinu and his girlfriend in bed

it´s hard to tell which one of you is more embarrassed (it´s Jake)

he won´t even meet your eyes after he hears Sinu moan ´mommy´

you two promise to never talk about this ever again, it´s the best kept secret, Sinu never finds out

still, Jake is curious about that kink now, he never really thought much about those power dynamics, he didn´t mind them but didn´t seek them out either

that´s when he notices that you take care of him a lot too and just how much he appreciates that

especially after a long day, you´re always there, to hear him out, to just be quiet with him, cuddle him, going out of your way to cook for him

´thanks, mommy´

it just slipped out, you will never forget how mortified he looked after he said those words

definitely needs baby steps to accept that side of him (and come to terms with having the same kink as Sinu)

Samuel:

´ooh you wanna call me mommy so bad´

´shut the fuck up´

okay so you´re either just fuckbuddies or enemies to lovers

since the second option is more fun I´ll go into a bit more detail here

you hated each other since you first met, you´re an older member of the Workers and responsible for showing him around at first

he´s a brat and not the fun kind, he´s unbearably annoying

he hates you because you´re not his type and he hates taking orders

you´re always at each other´s throats despite actively avoiding each other

it goes so far that Samuel asks Goo of all people for help

he tells him to just fuck it out in the most deadpan tone Samuel´s ever heard from him

one thing leads to the other and after you´re done he´s so mad about how good it was because to him you´re so ugly

´like you´re one to talk, sharpie boy´

you only keep sleeping with him because he has a big dick

not that he knows how to use it

you´re even more strict and harsh in bed which pisses him off, it pisses him off even more that it feels that much better when you do it in the way you want it

he refuses to submit to you no matter how much he likes it, just because his pride won´t let him

´come on, it´s not like we´re dating´

he´s so fed up with you telling him to call you mommy that he just gives in

he mumbles it to an extent he hopes you don´t hear it

but you don´t let him cum until he says it properly

´fucking fine! mommy....you happy now?´

he´ll never forget the smirk you gave him after that, the way you called him a good boy

he doesn´t know if he just has a praise kink or actually wants to date you

Johan:

you´re the one to bring it up first

so fucking irritated by it too at first

it was hard enough for him to admit his feelings and get into a relationship with you, let alone have sex with you

he´s discovering a lot of new things about himself with you which he´s grateful for but also it still scares him sometimes, how overwhelming it all feels

especially with his eyes he feels so weak and there´s nothing he hates more

you used to fight a lot whenever you wanted to take care of him

it took him a long time to understand that you don´t do it out of pity or because you think he´s useless, but it´s because you love him and that´s just the way you show it

he´s gotten into being blindfolded lately, at first he was against it because he still has a hard time letting go of control

but it´s easier on his eyes, the blurry vision gives him a headache most of the time

´shh, it´s okay, I´ve got you´

´it´s okay...I´m okay now, you know I trust you´

kissing you feels so much more intense whenever you blindfold him, this man is addicted to your lips anyway

always kisses you to the point he´s completely out of breath

you´re the only one to ever see him smile

´mommy, come back´

he whines as he still feels your breath on his face, he always teases you like that when he´s needy, missing your lips even one second after they left his

´I´m right here, baby´

Sinu:

sweet baby boy

he is such a poster boy, like the best example of mdlb

it was love at first sight

you were new on the street, opening a new shop for sweets and snacks

needless to say it becomes his favorite within seconds

has the sweetest smile around you

he´s so easy to fall in love with

he´s a gentleman but also never afraid to lean more into your touch and keep looking up at you whatever chance he gets

he´s submissive in the small ways, melts whenever you praise him

especially when you tell him you´re proud of him

you boost his confidence so much every time you tell him he´s attractive

he actually loves being called cute and being able to make you laugh

he´s still so happy to be dating you, he never thought he´d actually stand a chance with you

just kept annoying Jake and the girls about how to ask you out and afterwards how amazing you were

literally updates them on everything after you two were official, first time holding hands, saying I love you

you said it first and he cried on the spot from happiness

´I love you too, mommy, so, so much´

Warren:

he is so SHY with it

doesn´t know how to bring up the topic at all

he´s home alone thinking about how to tell you he loves you, you´ve been dating for so long now but you never actually said you were boyfriend and girlfriend yet

Eli always told him to get to know someone first, to date properly before making any serious decisions like that

he´s in the kitchen when he hears something

he forgot Hudson is home, or rather Hudson forgot Warren´s home since that guy is just listening to porn on full volume

in this moment Warren is just glad that nobody else is home (and he also pretends he never heard anything not to embarrass Hudson)

he´s cooking dinner for everyone but keeps getting distracted by the sounds, it intrigues him

he always lets you take the lead in bed simply because he enjoys it the most, seeing you in charge, how good it makes you feel to make him feel good

and he´s so proud whenever you show him that expression only reserved for him

he´s more of a service dom with sub vibes in every day life

when you come home that night he asks you to be his girlfriend and when you agree he just decides to ask you the other thing directly too

´can I call you mommy too?´

Kenta:

it happened on accident

he´s always been very quiet about his own needs because he feels like he doesn´t deserve to be taken care of the way he always wanted to

you´re also a part of Workers, but used to work at Vivi´s club before switching over to his division

you´re pretty much the mom of the whole team and get along with everyone

he doesn´t mind you seeing him without his mask on, he does respect you and your reputation in the organisation but he doesn´t allow himself any more than that

he´s completely inexperienced after all so he doesn´t know what to do with the feelings he has once they appear

he doesn´t understand why you find him so attractive, but he also doesn´t complain when you keep telling him how handsome he is

you´re the only person who´s allowed to touch him

doesn´t like how easily he blushes with you and how his skin seems to be on fire everywhere you touch

he loves it the most when you hold his face in his hands like it´s the most precious thing in the world

he doesn´t understand at all

only reluctantly agrees to be your boyfriend and tells you immediately to not expect anything from him

he doesn´t think that you´re actually serious about him

kind of panics when he realizes you actually like him

keeps asking you why

´do I need a reason? I just like you, that´s not gonna change, you know?´

he´s extremely insecure about his abilities overall but he´s just clueless when it comes to romance so he actually doesn´t know what to do at all

he´s relieved when you take the lead, feels safe in your presence, like he actually matters and means something

you help him gain confidence and find his own self worth

he´s such a good kisser

one night he comes home exhausted from a job and just falls into bed, immediately asleep

you take the time to get some work around the house done

when you come back to the bedroom and sit down at the edge of the bed you can´t help but smile

Kenta´s having a wet dream about you, he looks so cute and small like that

´mommy...feels good...´

Gun:

oh boy, he made the biggest mistake of all

he´s more on the sadistic dom side himself

he doesn´t mind having others take the lead in bed but it mostly ends up boring him

he has trouble feeling overall, he has to learn how to feel in a healthy way again

you´re...not the right person for that

in fact you´re much much more worse than him

you don´t give a shit about anything, you don´t do relationships, you only fuck with guys who shut up when you tell them to

Gun and you are friends, you´re very similar so you get along immediately

especially because it´s so very clear to both of you that you´ll never be compatible so you don´t even have to bother trying

it´s easier that way, working together, hanging out, no responsibilities or fear of getting hurt or hurting the other person

it should´ve remained like that

´you´d be the perfect mommy, you know?´

´fuck off, I don´t do that shit´

you´re not nice like a mommy´s supposed to be, you´re more of a mistress or goddess type but since you don´t care for the sexual partners you have there´s no power dynamic, there´s just you fulfilling your needs and wants

´that´s a shame, you´d be good at it, you´re a natural, trust me´

´and why would I do that?´

´cause I wanna see it for myself´

´fine. but we do it my way, asshole´

your arrangement is...strange to say the least

it´s not a relationship, it´s not even fuckbuddies either

Gun and you don´t even sleep together that much

you just clash too much

and Gun already is spoiled in every way of his life

still, he´s intrigued by the concept, it´s so...dull to him but somehow that just makes him all the more curious, the domestic part of it

it´s new to you both, even cuddling is weird, he´s touchstarved and becomes extremely clingy towards you, you hate showing affection in any way, you both hate being touched

but somehow...it´s not that bad

you become hyperaware of him and his needs, it´s hard to be soft, that´s just not how you are

but it gets easier over time, Gun doesn´t even realize it but he stops teasing you eventually, he didn´t think he´d enjoy it this much, not being in control

Goo:

this bitchass wouldn´t hesitate to call you mommy the second he lays eyes on you

he knows what he likes and he isn´t afraid to show and express it

doesn´t understand why he should be ashamed of it either, he´s always been open with his interests and kinks (much to Gun´s dismay)

he always wanted someone to take care of him, not just because he´s a lazy and spoilt bastard but mostly because he´s a hopeless romantic (but refuses to admit it)

when Goo had his first date ever he over prepared with a bunch of flowers and chocolate and even had a bluetooth box with some cheesy songs playing and Gun laughed at him so much he never recovered from it

Gun still teases him about it so much so that Goo has to actively hide his romantic side so he can spare himself the humiliation

in private he just goes all out because of that

people think he´s just a joke but what they don´t get is that he´s brutally honest all the time

you´re the only one who got him from the start which is why he knows you´re the one instantly and full on fucking courts you, taking it slow, a good pre-dating phase, the most beautifully planned dates ever

´please be my mommy, I´m begging you´

´sure, why not´

´wait, that worked?´

he´s exactly your type, he doesn´t fuck around, both of you know what you want

he´s funny but honest to a fault

he doesn´t play games or anything of the sort, he´s just hopelessly in love with you

does so many things to impress you

shows you his sword collection and talks about it for two hours straight

tells you he loves you right after he notices you actually listened and were interested

´mommy´s proud of you, baby´

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kingchroma · 2 months ago

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lookism boys as girl dads.

࿇ summary. well.. the title says it ࿇ characters. gun/goo/jake/gitae

࿇ word count. 1.7k ࿇ warnings. jake's daughter might be seeing the dead. gitae being a dad (i did my best), spanish also on his end. ࿇ author's note. this is highly self-indulgent, these 4 are my favorites

GUN PARK

When your daughter was born, Gun didn’t exactly know what to feel.

He hadn’t exactly seen himself as a father, but he loved you and respected your wishes to keep the baby—and so your beautiful baby girl was born and Gun feels his heart soften at the sight.

The problem is that—Gun didn’t know how to give familial love given his rough childhood in the Yamazaki syndicate in Japan. All he aimed for back then was recognition—to be acknowledged by his father. But all he has received was the loss of life in their eyes.

Now, almost a year into fatherhood, Gun feels like he was adjusting well despite his initial deflection of the fact that he was indeed a father. He was doing his best to be different this time—to be normal as much as he could, to be different from how Shingen had treated him then.

He didn’t think he would be listening to nursery rhymes to ease your daughter into sleep, but the munchkin was too busy babbling his ears off, but it puts a small smile in his face.

“Good thing your mother and uncle talk a lot,” he says as he rubs your daughter’s back, a small gesture that puts her to sleep easily. “I’m used to it,” he says quietly, turning his head to see that the baby was still eager to talk.

He chuckles, deciding to tone down the nursery rhymes and sit on the rocking chair in her room instead. “Okay, tell daddy what you want to say,” he murmurs, carefully adjusting the baby in his arms.

“Since you seem so invested in this story of yours,” he adds, and his daughter continues to talk, even clutching his shirt with her tiny hand. He nods, even humming as if he completely understands what the little girl was talking about. “I see. You miss mommy?” he asks.

The baby babbles louder, and Gun thinks that fatherhood, in his own version, isn’t so bad.

“I miss her too. But she’s on a work trip,” he casually explains. “Don’t worry, daddy will make sure that we get to bond together,” Gun says with a small smile.

Who knew that talking to a baby could be so entertaining?

“I’ll make all the food you like,” he promises, rubbing his daughter’s back, who slowly falls asleep at the promise. “Don’t worry.”

GOO KIM

“But daddy!”

The little girl, who is definitely a carbon copy of Goo, cries in front of him. Tears were already streaking her cheeks, eyes almost red from crying, hugs your husband’s legs.

“I thought you said you were rich!” she argues, sniffling loudly as you try not to laugh at the scene in front of you.

“I am, cupcake! Daddy has a lot of money!” he says, adjusting his glasses before picking up to carry your daughter, wiping her tears away as she hides her face on your husband’s shoulder.

“Then why don’t you get me the Barbie car from the movie?!” she asks, crying louder.

Goo, for once, is speechless and grimaces at his daughter’s request. It was so uncharacteristic to see him so quiet, being able to do nothing but comfort his daughter—but since he was a dad now, he’ll be making sure that he’ll be pulling some connections to get that Barbie car.

“Because you can’t drive yet, sweetheart,” Goo responds, hugging his daughter tightly and rocking her gently, trying to ease her tears away. “Daddy can get that for you when you turn 18, is that okay?” he asks, giving her that same look she does to him whenever she wants something.

“18 is too far!” she says, fresh tears streaming down her face. “I want it now!”

You can see your husband turning to you for help, and you already had half a mind in leaving him to handle his mess, but you don’t want two whining children in your ear later, so might as well fix this now.

“Honey,” you call out to your daughter who was reaching out to you. “Daddy just wants you safe,” you start to explain as she wipes her tears away, Goo wrapping an arm around you.

“If daddy gets you the Barbie car now and you drive it, you’ll break yourself and the car,” you explain gently.

“Remember when daddy had a big boo boo?” Goo pokes your daughter’s cheeks and she nods. “You drew on daddy’s bandages. That will happen to you if you drive a car now.”

Your daughter makes a face, realizing that she doesn’t want a big boo. “Will daddy buy me the Barbie car when I’m 18 then?” she asks quietly, calming down.

“Yes,” Goo immediately responds, giving his daughter a big smile. “Daddy will make sure that it’s pink and pretty just for my little cupcake!”

“Okay, daddy,” your daughter says. “When I turn 18 then you get me the Barbie car.”

JAKE KIM

“Higher, Jewwy!”

“Okay, little boss.”

“That’s too high, Jerry—!”

Jake says in a panic, but you cover his mouth to let him hear his daughter’s screams of delight as Jerry lifts her higher before settling her down on his shoulder.

You thought Jake would’ve been retired from the gang life when the two of you would have a kid together—but despite being protected when the two if you did it, you ended up getting pregnant.

With some scolding from Minseon and your insistence to keep the baby, Jake stepped up. It’s not like he wouldn’t—he loved you too much—but he wanted to make sure that you were sure first before taking the next step.

Everyone in Big Deal loved yours and Jake’s daughter. Sinu and Yeonhui often doted on her, and Jerry, by extension, thinks that he should protect her and make her happy. Jason and Brad made sure she was well-fed, and Lua and Lineman were the ones she often played with.

“She’s okay, relax,” you tell your boyfriend, who was about to look like he was about to have a heart attack at how high your daughter was from the ground. Jerry was a big and tall man, but he was so friendly and kind that your daughter can’t help but take advantage of that. “See?” you point out to him.

Jake, despite his initial panic, is relieved to see his daughter having fun. Although he could see that she couldn’t grab anything from Jerry’s head—he’s bald—so she settles on gently grabbing his cheeks.

“Little boss, where do you wanna go?” Jerry asks as he held the girl’s legs, ensuring that she is safe and sound. “Chinu and Yeoni!”

“They are not here,” Jerry explains lightly. “They went on an adventure.”

The little girl hums before perking up again, smiling as her eyes lands on you and Jake. “I wanna go to mommy and daddy!”

And so, Jerry brings little boss to you and Jake, who she quickly reaches out to her father before giggling. “Daddy!” she says happily, hugging her father.

Jake’s initial panic dissipates and is now replaced with the love he has for his daughter. “Yes, princess?” he asks, gloved fingers brushing her hair. “I wanna go to gramma!”

“Really? You miss her, huh?” he asks quietly, giving her a small smile before nodding. “Okay, we’ll visit grandma soon. You’re so attached to her,” he teases her daughter lightly.

“I wanna play wid the big man in the garden too!” she says excitingly, and Jake freezes on the spot and he feels his blood run cold. “What? Big guy?” he asks his daughter before looking at you then at his daughter.

“Big guy!” your daughter exclaims again, not really realizing how big of a revelation she just said. “The one in gramma’s frame!”

“He told me to call him grandpa!”

GITAE KIM

It was obvious that he had one goal in life, and that was to get rid of everything that was related to Gapryong Kim.

So, he was not meant to have a companion, much less a family and a father, but God forbid he let life happen and now he has all of those things—you, his wife, and your adorable daughter, making him a father.

“Mi flor,” he addresses your daughter as he was looking at her from his seat, immediately getting rid of his pipe so that her precious sense of smell wasn’t tainted with nicotine. “What are you wearing?” he asks, a lazy look on his face, although he is endeared at the sight.

His daughter was wearing a similar outfit of his—long-sleeves with a pinstripe design, but in baby pink. Baby jeans that had an embroidered design of flowers on the side, and her shoes with her favorite cartoon character on it.

He shouldn’t be so endeared at the sight given who he is, but life has softened him in the edges and that was due to you and your daughter.

“Papa, I’m like you!” she says with a smile as she runs towards him, toothy grin making Gitae’s smile right back at her—a rare occurrence for others, but it’s something that you and your daughter see whenever you both surround him. “Really? You like being like papa, mi flor?” he asks, picking her up to sit on his lap.

“Papa is cool! Maravilloso!” she exclaims this time.

“I’m glad to know you think papa is maravilloso,” he says, chuckling afterwards.

Cool was not something used to describe the likes of him, but a child doesn’t know better. And Gitae would rather save his daughter’s innocence than let her know what kind of person he truly was.

He’ll simply cherish the days where she still has child-like wonder over things.

“Because you are! I wanna be like papa one day,” she tells him. He feels like his heart is going to stop. “You can become a better person than papa,” he says solemnly, fixing her shirt. “Become even more maravilloso.”

“I can do that?” she asks, tilting her head as she looks at her father.

“Of course you can,” he responds, patting her head.

“You can be whoever you want to be when you grow up, mi flor.”

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wannaeatramyeon · 3 months ago

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Goo Kim x Reader: Wild Flirtations

G/N. You meet a captivating blonde. Masterlists

An out of place blonde has started frequenting your favourite food stall.

The first time you notice him, he pulls a face as he enters, pushing aside the cheap plastic that forms the entrance flap. A blast of delicious smells and spices hit him in the face, at the same time as a cold chill hits you, and even with the dingy surroundings, it's too difficult for him to resist.

From the mismatched collection of chairs and rickety stools, perma-stained from too many drunken nights and sloppy eating habits, he picks the one next to you.

He gives you a wink as he sits down, warming his hands on the twin bowls of eomuk and tteokbokki.

At the first bite, he lets out the most obscene groan you have ever heard in daylight. You can't help but let out a laugh.

"If I knew the food was so good and the view this pretty, I would have come here a long time ago."

He says it so casually that it's not until your meal is long gone and you're half way home that you realise he was hitting on you.

A week later, during your second meeting, he introduces himself as Goo Kim. His glasses are steaming up from the hot broth and humidity and a single blonde lock falls out of place as he takes his first mouthful.

Again, an obscene groan that conjures imagery of wild nights and dirty secrets, escapes his lips.

It's hard not to stare at him.

Goo swallows the last of his food and you watch his Adam's apple bob.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" he asks, smacking his lips together and running his hand through his hair.

You tell him and he repeats it after you with a lopsided, wolfish grin.

You learn Goo Kim oozes equal amounts of charm and danger.

Every word out of his mouth is slippery and honeyed. You don't believe a single word he says though you have the distinct feeling that everything he tells you is both calculated and absolute nonsense.

He gives you smiles that never reach his eyes, and he looks at you with a hunger than you know this paltry food stall could never satiate.

He tells tall tales of onis and inhumane feats of strength that you think only middle aged past-their-prime men would spin after a drink too many.

You could listen to him all day despite the lies and the farfetched stories.

Goo Kim is too fun for you to turn away.

You find yourself hoping to bump into him more and more, and whenever you're there, seated alone on a wooden chair with one leg too short and slurping your rice cakes, you desperately hope that you'll be joined by this eccentric man soon after.

Lately, he offers to show you a good time. Said jokingly at first, but he spots the blood rushing to your cheeks and the way you peek at him from beneath your lashes spurs him on.

Teases your imagination of what you could do together on his precious days off, his empty evenings, his emptier weekends.

He loves money, he explains and the designer clothing and impeccable grooming habits have not gone unnoticed. He works all the time because he hasn't found anything better to do.

Goo grins at his own innuendo, lips stretched and eyes excitable as he whispers into your ear, one arm hanging loosely around your waist and thumb stroking at your side.

You think this may be a game to him. Like a predator playing with his prey.

"What do you think, cupcake?" he purrs, gaze challenging.

When you decline, not yet ready to jump in headfirst, "Maybe another time", he chuckles like he knew you would have said that all along.

"I'll miss you," he says with a pout when he gets ready to leave. He sounds so sincere that you almost believe him.

"I'll miss you too," you reply, because against your better judgement, you will.

He doesn't offer his number and neither does he ask for yours.

It's not often you're feeling brave.

Goo sits facing you, elbow resting on the table and face perched on his palm. Long legs manspreading, stretched around you, trapping you into position. He watches you, glasses occasionally glinting in the light, talking about this and that like you're the most entertaining person in this world.

A lazy half-smile hangs off his lips and you feel the urge to kiss him.

"Did you say you're busy after this?"

Goo blinks in surprise at your sudden change in subject and nothing surprises him much these days.

"I didn't, but I'm not."

"Did you-" You fiddle with your sleeve. How are you supposed to word this? How are you going to ask him to fulfill everything he's been teasing for the past month without sounding desperate?

"Do you-" you try again.

"You want to come back to mine?" he asks, cutting you off and reading your desire with one eyebrow raised.

"Sure." You aim for nonchalant but your voice betrays you and cracks.

He leans forward, completely into your space. Face mere inches from yours. "Are you sure sweetheart? I'm bad news."

Your mouth is completely dry, all you can do is nod. This is the closest you've ever been to him and to your dismay, you realise you can't read his expression or his thoughts at all.

Goo makes a noise, a combination of his chuckle and groan. He flops his forehead onto your shoulder and pauses, completely still.

Your stomach drops out and you fear you might have ruined everything.

Both of you stay frozen. You, like schrodinger's cat. Pretending that if you don't react, then this can't end badly.

The seconds feel like hours until-

"Come on," you hear him speak into your shoulder, lips grazing your collarbone then cheek on accident, on complete purpose, as he rises.

Goo looks pleased. He looks like he'll eat you alive.

He stands, offering out his hand and you take it.

#my love for goo kim never wanes #lookism #lookism x reader #goo kim #goo kim x reader #kim joongoo #kim joongoo x reader #lookism fics #wannaeatramyeon

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rikosseen · 6 months ago

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Husband!Goo who hurts himself deliberately as an excuse to be close to you, and because he’s an attention seeker. “Another fight,” he shrugs

Husband!Goo who plants the softest kisses on you when he thinks you’re sleeping

Husband!Goo who traces your palm, and fiddles with the ring on your finger, wondering how you two made it work

Husband!Goo who twists and turns late at night after an argument

Husband!Goo who desperately tries to win back your favour when he realises that he really messed up

Husband!Goo whose pretty privilege is not saving him this time

Husband!Goo who shamelessly displays PDA

Husband!Goo who’ll beg for you to participate in couple trends because he’s chronically online

Husband!Goo who photoshops everyone else to look uglier than him, just to win one compliment from you— and because his sense of humour is broken

Husband!Goo who spends a little too much time with you in the changing rooms when he’s buying you branded clothes

Husband!Goo who has his favourite sharp objects sprawled everywhere in the house in case anyone breaks in and tries to hurt his family. Not that his hands aren’t sufficient enough

Husband!Goo who knows nothing about personal space; always up and close to keep your eyes and body from wandering away from him. He despises your attention being stolen

Husband!Goo who jokingly flirts with someone else to make you jealous, only to be beat by his children under your command

Husband!Goo who asks for his boo boos to be kissed, only to get beat again by his kids because of how cringe he sounds

Papa!Goo who’s always the bad guy just because his kids say so

Papa!Goo who can’t help spoiling his little family

Papa!Goo who blames his farts on the little ones, and traps whoever’s annoying him under the blanket to suffer his toxic gas

#lookism #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #lookism x reader #goo kim #goo kim x reader #kim junggoo #kim joongoo

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koiiiji · 11 months ago

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why nobody talks about how goo kim is SO meme cat coded???

#[ ~ koi.talks🗣]#lookism #lookism x reader #webtoon lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #kim goo x reder #lookism kim joon goo #kim goo #lookism goo #goo kim #kim junggoo #kim joongoo #content nobody asked for #cats #cats memes

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escapebysleep · 2 years ago

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LOOKISM MEN ❗

WALK IN ON YOU NAKED ( PART1 )

Character : Goo and Gun (I'll do the others too)

A/N : F!Reader, English is not my first language.

Goo Kim

It's was Saturday morning, and surprisingly Goo wanted to have a anime night with you but he ended up wanting to surprise you with a little gift he got for you.

Sure, you were just his friends. Nothing more really but he has been attached to you for sometime now, and today he wanted to surprise or .. confess?

But when he uses the spare key you gave him a week ago to enter your apartment. His eyes landed on your naked body who's was just out of the shower. Wide eyes lock to each other before you were the one who break the silence and throw anything that's you could reach to his face.

Well, he could easily dodge it... " YOU PERVERT! DO YOU KNOW HOW TO KNOCK?!! " You said, your face burned deep red as you quickly ran into your room, not even bother locking the door. Poor you..

Goo simply just chuckled lightly as he slowly placed the gift that he got you on the couch in the living and follow you to your room.

Atleast this time you were wearing a shirt already, but your face is still red as hell.

" This that my shirt from last week? " He asked, leaning against the door. His voice made your body jumped before you could throw a pillow at him, his large hand came to catch your wrist as your eyes lock together.

" My my you're being a bit moody today " He said, leaning closer to you, his eyes landing down on your exposed thighs before he licks his lips and eyeing back on your blushed face.

" I can change that "

Gun Park

Gun had a fight again. Most of the time he don't really mind the scars and the bruises he got. But when you walked into his live, something changed.

Of course you were just his someone who argue with him when he smoked somewhere that he didn't allowed to. And from the boldness you have he got interested in you and you guys eventually became friends.

Well, partners. He just doesn't want to admit it.

After the fight, he got a bit of bruises here and a small scars there, he didn't care though he just wanted an excuse to see you. He always come up with excuses.

He was now in front of your apartment door. He has try knocking a few times but when you didn't answer, get gently pushes the door.

It's wasn't lock. He raised his eyebrows before walking in your apartment as he places his coat on the couch.

He called your name. No answer. Now he's worried, he quickly ran into your room as he slammed the door open.

Empty. Where the fuc—

" Gun? " a female voice called out his name, before he turned his head to meet yours. He was about to start a argue with you for not answering him but then his words caught in his throat when his eyes shot down on your naked body.

Oh. You were in the shower.. Luckily, a towel were covering your body but god. The water that's dripping down from your jaws to you chest.

" Sorry, I didn't know you wer— " He grabs your wrist as snatched your body against his, before dragging you into your room.

And locking the door.

#gun park x reader #goo kim x reader #park jonggun x reader #kim joongoo x reader #lookism x reader #lookism

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amphitriteswife · 3 months ago

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Demon

‘Who the fuck are you?’ Goo drops the plastic bag onto the wooden floor, his glasses in his blond hair. The blonde stared at you in shock. Who is this sassy child? And why is it standing in Jonggun’s house? ‘I’m related to that one.’ Goo follows your finger that was pointing towards Jonggun who was cutting wood. Goo’s gaze flickers between you and Gun, his eyebrows raising with each glance. He can see the similarities. Resting bitch face. Rude ass mouth. Sharp eyes. And ofcourse the black hair styled almost the same way, yours is just longer with a few strands down your face…damn. Jonggun never mentioned having a sister. Hell he thought most of his family was dead? Goo scratched his head while trying to remember Jonggun’s family lore, only to be interrupted by you ‘Get out of my house your dandruff is getting everywhere.’ Goo stops scratching his head and looks you dead in the eyes. Why is this midget talking to him like that? You may be Jonggun’s sister but he’ll still beat your ass. ‘Gun tell your sister to be nice to me.’ ‘Tell her yourself.’ Goo clicked his tongue at Jonggun’s flippant response. Typical, Jonggun wouldn’t teach his sister manners. Well it’s not like Jonggun has manners himself…

‘Ugh you gnat. Be nice. I’m your guest!’ ‘Guest? More like a louse’ Goo looks at you with a scowl. His head whipping towards Jonggun’s direction who was still sculpting the wood ‘Jonggun! Say something!’ Jonggun sighed. Putting the knife down, he walked up to you, placing a hand on your head. ‘What’s going on?’ Jonggun looked at you, waiting for your answer. Goo on the other hand also looked at you, gritting his teeth when you hug him around his torso and look up at him, your eyes intentionally bigger than normal and batting your eyelashes up at him innocently. ‘He hit me.’ Your sudden claim made Goo stutter to Jonggun. ‘SHE’S LYING.’ Jonggun flickered his gaze between you and Goo, his eyes scanning your face. You looked fine…no bruise. No red mark. You’re lying aren’t you? ‘Y/N’ ‘yes brother?’ Your innocent facade made Goo grip his blonde hair, his eyes burning on the back of your head. His teeth gride against each other. He knows it now. You’re no innocent girl…you’re a demon child.

Currently You’re sitting at the opposite side of the couch with Goo at the other end and Jonggun somewhere in the kitchen. Goo glared at you, scooting away as far as he can from you. You on the other hand looked at the TV. At least that was until you felt his glare burn into your skull. Your head slowly turned to him. ‘Stop staring you ant fucker.’ Goo tried to kick you, but you dodged and slapped him across the face. ‘Ow you bitch!’ ‘Who are you calling a bitch?’ Both you and Goo turned to find Jonggun standing in front of the couch with apron on and a whisk in his hand. His eyes stared dangerously at Goo who threw up his hands in the air. ‘jonggun!’ You practically threw yourself at him and buried your head in his shoulder. Gun looked at Goo with a glare while he rubbed your back. You master manipulator! You call him names and now that he’s busted you act like a victim! And why the hell is Gun falling for it too! Goo grumbled under his breath. ‘Apologize.’ What? Did Goo hear that right? Did Gun really just ask him to apologize to you? This abomination he calls a sister? THE DEMON?! No. No he won’t. ‘I’m not telling you again.’ ‘OKAY FINE!��jeez I’m sorry…’ Goo said, clearly not meaning it but who cares? All that mattered is that he had to apologize against his will and that made you feel great. You looked up from Jonggun’s shoulder and smiled at him, he patted your head and went back to the kitchen. Now left alone with Goo, you gave him a smile too. Goo looked at you with a dead panned look. You’re dead. You’re soooo dead the next time Goo comes over. He’ll rip you to shreds. ‘Demon..’

#goo kim x reader #kim joongoo #lookism x reader #lookism x you #lookism goo #goo x reader #lookism joongoo #joongoo x reader

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redwolfxx · 2 years ago

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always that close

Goo x Reader

request: jealous!goo, "bestie" gun

a/n: welp, here it is.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝

Gun had always been difficult to get close to—quiet, cold, unreadable. If someone managed a full conversation with him without getting an eye-roll or a cutting glare, it was a miracle. Most people didn’t bother trying. But there was one person who had managed to slip past his defenses. Not because of shared interests or deep compatibility, but because of one key reason:

They could control Goo.

Well, "control" was a strong word. But when Goo started getting too Goo—loud, dramatic, spinning in circles for no reason—this person could calm him down with just a word or a look. It was remarkable. In Gun’s eyes, borderline miraculous.

The first few times Gun noticed it, he thought it was a fluke. Goo just happened to quiet down around them. But after the fifth time Goo stopped an aggressive rant to spin on his heel and grin like a golden retriever, Gun realized what he had stumbled upon.

A solution.

“Do you have a Goo problem?” Gun had muttered to himself once, eyes narrowing in thought. “Get yourself a Goo tamer.”

That’s what they were: the Goo tamer. The only known countermeasure to Joongoo Kim's incessant chaos.

To say Gun appreciated their presence was an understatement. He didn’t like many people, but he tolerated them, which was as close as Gun ever got to affection. And if he could pawn Goo off for a few hours of peace? Even better.

But this week had been… rough.

Gun and Goo had been out of town for a job. One week, six cities, a dozen loan collections, and zero sleep thanks to Goo’s nonstop commentary, late-night rants, and increasingly elaborate hypothetical scenarios that Gun had no interest in entertaining.

By the time they got to the airport to fly back to Seoul, Gun was vibrating with exhaustion, eyes barely open, posture stiff. He could practically feel his blood pressure rising as Goo whined next to him about needing to use the restroom.

“I’ll be back!” Goo shouted dramatically, already halfway to the bathroom. “Watch my stuff, Gun! Don’t let anyone steal my lucky hoodie! Or my protein bars!”

Gun didn’t respond. He stared at the pile of bags and considered walking away.

Then, like divine intervention, a familiar voice called his name.

There they were. The Goo tamer. His saving grace.

Your timing, as always, was impeccable. You hadn’t planned to meet him at the airport—but Gun looked up from the baggage heap, and there you stood, like the universe had finally thrown him a bone.

“You look like hell,” you said casually.

“Feels accurate.”

You glanced at the luggage surrounding him, then tilted your head. “Goo?”

“Bathroom.”

“Ah.”

There was a beat of silence. Then Gun gestured subtly with a nod of his head.

“Come with me.”

You followed, no questions asked.

Across the terminal, Goo returned a few minutes later, humming to himself and shaking water off his hands. When he reached the baggage pile, he paused.

Then frowned.

Then froze.

Because Gun was gone.

Gun was gone--and so was his stuff.

Panicked, he spun in a full circle, trying to spot Gun, and more importantly, his worldly possessions.

It took him a moment, but there he was—off to the side, sitting on a bench tucked behind a line of potted plants, and he wasn't alone. Close. Too close. Your heads leaned together, looking at something on Gun’s phone.

Goo’s mouth dropped open.

Gun was showing you something? Voluntarily? In public?

He rushed over.

“Gun?!”

Gun didn’t look up. He said something low under his breath, and you laughed softly. Laughed.

Goo skidded to a stop in front of you both. “What is going on here?!”

You looked up innocently. “We were just catching up.”

“You—Gun doesn’t catch up with people!”

“I made an exception,” Gun said flatly.

“An exception?”

You grinned. “He showed me his vacation photos.”

“Gun does not take vacation photos!”

Gun locked eyes with him. “Apparently I do.”

The betrayal was immediate and all-consuming. Goo stared between you like he’d walked in on a crime scene. Which, in his mind, he had.

“You’re replacing me,” he whispered. “This is how it starts.”

“You just left for the bathroom,” you replied.

“I WAS GONE FOR FIVE MINUTES!”

Gun stood up, stretching. “We’re going to get food.”

Goo’s jaw dropped. “You’re getting food? Together?! Without me?!”

“I didn’t invite you,” Gun said, already walking.

“You never invite me!”

“I know.”

You shrugged at Goo, following after. “You coming or not?”

He hesitated.

“You already left me once today,” he muttered.

Gun didn’t even glance back. “Then stay here.”

As the two of you continute off, you turned, giving Goo a smile, “I’ll bring you leftovers.”

Goo didn’t move. Not right away. Just stood there in the middle of the airport, watching you both walk away.

He processed none of the logic. Only the betrayal.

#goo x reader #joongoo #goo #x reader #lookism #lookism x reader #joongoo x reader #lookism webtoon #joongoo kim #kim joongoo

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anticapitalistclown · 5 months ago

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whats their reaction when you say to your boyfriend "my boyfriend is gone, come quickly" gun jake and any other characters you want

It's been a while since I did a text prank hc's even the website I used to make them doesn't exist anymore lmaoo. But here I present:

Text pranking lookism characters "my boyfriend is gone, come quickly"

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locomoqo · 7 months ago

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flowery whispers

— goo kim x reader

summary: In a kingdom full of secrets and strict rules, the Empress starts to feel a connection with her playful royal guard, Goo. What begins as small moments and quiet exchanges slowly grows into something deeper, though neither of them dares to say it out loud. Until one night, the constant pressure finally makes one of them crack.

details: NSFW content, afab reader, historical au (specifically joseon dynasty), bodyguard trope, infidelity, p in v sex, unprotected, oral (f receiving), brief mention of masturbation

wc: 6.2k whew

a/n: i am putting all the blame on all the historical kdrama ive been watching + bridgerton + bodyguard goo brainrot WHOOPIEEE there's a gun or maybe even jake fic forming in my head as i was writing this but hey save that for another time ppl are waiting for their reqs

if you liked this, pls reblog with your like, tyyy mwa mwa!

and ofc i cant forget to tag my gorgeous mutual @jonggunkitten

The Empress.

A title you would never have expected to bear. Your family, ever ambitious, had pushed you into the emperor’s selection, hoping to gain even more power than they already possessed. Poor child, a victim of your family’s relentless hunger for influence. Yet, you still remember how your mother had cradled your face so gently before you left, whispering praises and wishes for your success. Against the odds, you passed the selection and became one of the emperor’s consorts. You would have been satisfied with such a position, even considered yourself lucky to have reached that far. But it wasn’t over.

With your new position came the brutal competition to become the empress. Unlike the other consorts, you had no desire for the role and instead kept to yourself, spending days in the library, doing embroidery, or walking in the garden. You found these “glorified” days as a consort increasingly mundane.

Ironically, your actions—or lack thereof—seemed to intrigue the emperor. He arranged private meetings, allowing you to know him better, only for you to find him… lacking. A self-centered, somewhat dim-witted man, the emperor relied almost exclusively on his advisors' counsel. He would crack jokes, and though you didn’t find them particularly amusing, the other consorts would laugh enthusiastically. Nevertheless, the competition ended with the emperor declaring you as his empress.

Normally, one would rejoice, perhaps even celebrate, at such news. But you felt no such thrill—instead, a sense of dread crept into your stomach. Though the emperor was not a bad man, becoming Empress brought on responsibilities you weren’t prepared to shoulder. You knew that soon, the court would pressure you about an heir. And no matter your own feelings, the emperor was equally persistent in his desire for a child.

You tried, half-heartedly at best, yet no child came. Soon, even your minimal efforts turned to nothing. It was then that the royal physician was summoned, and one dreaded word hung in the air after his examination.

Infertile.

One word, yet it changed everything.

You lay in bed that night, clutching the blankets tightly as the word “infertile” repeated in your mind. Rumors spread fast in the palace, of course. You could feel the scrutinizing stares from advisors and hear the hushed whispers from the other consorts. Rumors circulated that the emperor was considering replacing you with someone who could provide an heir.

Then, as if your troubles weren't enough, your father visited, but not with comfort. Instead, he gave you a scolding, his gaze filled with cold disappointment, an expression that lingered in your mind long after he left. Exhausted and stifled by these thoughts, you threw the covers off, dressed in a light robe, and decided to take a walk under the night sky. The moon shone brightly, casting its silvery glow over the earth—a good night for a walk, you thought.

You navigated the palace grounds carefully, avoiding guards and servants, not wanting anyone to stop you. Eventually, you found yourself in the palace gardens, a familiar refuge. The air felt cool against your skin, and you drifted toward the pond, noting how much livelier the garden appeared compared to your last visit. Lotus flowers bloomed on the water’s surface, and you crouched down, gently touching one of the petals.

“At least one of us looks lively,” you murmured to the flower, watching your reflection in the water. “What am I doing, talking to flowers?” you chortled to yourself, straightening up. “They’ll call me mad next.” You could imagine the servants gossiping if they caught you conversing with plants.

A sudden rustling made you turn, spotting a blond tabby cat slipping out from the bushes. It padded across the stone wall, pausing to look at you. With a glance over your shoulder, you made sure no one else was around before softly approaching the cat.

“Good evening,” you greeted the cat, immediately wincing at how silly it sounded. “Or, I mean, hello there.” The cat continued to stare at you. “Off somewhere, are you? Somewhere better than here?” you asked, almost answering your own question. The cat let out a soft meow.

“Oh, me? I’m...busy with matters, as usual—mostly with babies,” you mumbled, feeling a slight pang of irony in your words.

The cat meowed again, watching intently.

“Does it get tiring? Well, it certainly does.”

Another meow.

“I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but... I don’t even know what to do anymore.”

The cat meowed again, and you nodded as if it understood. “Running away, you say?” you laughed quietly. “As if I could. They’d have my head. And my family would be dragged down with me.” You paused, a spark of rebellion igniting. “But what if… what if I faked my death? I could stage it—leave behind some blood, tattered clothes… they’d think I’d been killed. I’d be free.” You whispered the words as if saying them aloud made it more plausible.

The cat tilted its head, seemingly judging your plan. You scowled playfully. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s a good plan,” you muttered, testing the vines to see if they might hold your weight.

“Sounds awfully impulsive.”

“It’s not—” You froze, instantly releasing the vine. Patting down your skirts, you slowly turned to see a tall, blond man standing behind you, a smirk on his face. Recognition flickered—you’d seen him before among the emperor’s personal guards.

“Your majesty,” he greeted, his tone far too casual for someone addressing the empress. “It’s a bit late for a walk, don’t you think?”

His informal tone surprised you. Struggling to find words and maintain composure, you finally spoke. “I—I was only…surveying the garden. Yes, making sure the gardener is up to standard.” You straightened, hoping to maintain an air of authority.

“Right. Because inspecting vines is vital at this hour.” He only grinned wider. He chuckled, bowing slightly. “Ah, where are my manners? Junggoo Kim, one of his majesty’s personal guards.” His introduction was polite, but the mischievous glint in his eyes made you wary.

“Junggoo…” you muttered, still thrown by his demeanor.

“Goo, if you’d like,” he added, seemingly oblivious to any formalities.

The thought that he’d overheard you talking to a cat—or worse, discussing escape plans—made your face heat up. “You won’t… tell the emperor, will you?” you asked cautiously. His grin widened. “I wouldn’t dream of it, your majesty. Consider it our little secret.”

You stared at him for a moment, suspicion creeping in. “Why should I believe you?”

“Because I have nothing to gain by exposing you. Treason doesn’t suit me, plus I’d hate to be painted in such a negative light in the eyes of my empress.” He held up his hands in a show of innocence. Reluctantly, you nodded, brushing past him. “I should get back then, before anyone else sees me.” You tried to sound dignified, but he easily kept pace beside you.

“Going so soon?” he quipped, feigning disappointment.

“Why are you following me?” you asked, glancing over your shoulder.

“It’s part of my duty to guard the royal family, not just his majesty,” he replied smoothly.

You shot him a sidelong glare. “I can take care of myself, thank you very much. We’re within palace grounds; there’s hardly any danger.”

He shrugged, that amused glint still in his eyes. “Oddly confident, aren’t you, your majesty?”

“And you’re oddly informal,” you countered, raising an eyebrow.

With exaggerated dramatics, he clutched his heart as if wounded. “My sincerest apologies.”

After a few moments, you arrived back at your chambers. Turning to face him, you found him still smiling, that same relaxed, teasing expression. “Apology accepted,” you said coolly, stepping into your room. The door closed, and you couldn’t help but smile at the odd encounter. He was, indeed, an odd man.

It wouldn’t be the last time you’d meet him. Just a few weeks later, the court held another meeting regarding updates, and yet again, you dreaded it. They could be discussing far more important topics—like addressing the needs of people in the nation’s more remote regions—but instead, the focus was on you. Heir this, heir that; it was as if they saw you as nothing more than a child-bearing machine. All the endless chatter made you excuse yourself from the meeting, eager to escape the countless prying eyes.

That night, you found yourself back in the garden, attempting, once more, to assess the climb.

"Checking the vines again, your majesty?" A voice rang out, making you flinch before quickly turning around. But you relaxed at the sight of Goo standing there once again.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, suspicion and confusion evident in your tone.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” he chuckled, stepping closer, but with a respectful distance.

After a moment’s pause, you finally replied, “...Yes, I’m checking the vines again.” You glanced back at the wall, feeling a bit foolish. He hummed thoughtfully.

“Well, your majesty, if you ever need help with gardening, I could lend a hand—I may know a thing or two.” He offered with a wink, his grin widening as you rolled your eyes.

“Gardening doesn’t seem to be part of a guard’s duty. Or is it an interest of yours?” you teased, plucking a dry leaf from a vine.

"Neither," he replied with a shrug, which only made you smile more. "But you see a pretty thing struggling, you’d offer to help, wouldn’t you?”

“You don’t seem like the type to help people,” you noted, eyeing him with a smirk.

“Normally, I’d charge them for my assistance,” he said nonchalantly.

"So if I were to ask for your help, you’d charge me, too?”

“I’d make an exception,” he replied, and you couldn’t help but laugh, bringing a hand to cover your mouth.

“Oh, I’m serious!” he insisted, trying to feign offense. “Business is business!”

The more you laughed, the more you saw his exaggerated pout, and you dabbed the corners of your eyes with your sleeve. “Aren’t royal guards supposed to be loyal to the family?”

“Not all guards fit that description,” he said, watching you with a curious glint in his eye.

“Do you realize how much trouble you’d be in if this conversation reached his majesty?” you whispered, leaning in.

“Are you going to tell him?” he challenged, leaning in just as closely. “...No,” you whispered back, and his satisfied grin made your stomach flutter. "Since we both seem to have secrets," he suggested, “how about we consider each other… acquaintances?"

You raised an eyebrow, amused by his straightforwardness. “Acquaintances, huh?”

“Sure, I could lend you an ear, or a hand. Maybe even a knife,” he quipped, his casual shrug somehow sincere.

“You’re a peculiar man,” you observed with a shake of your head. “Are you even meant to be in the inner circle of the royal guards?”

Goo gasped, putting a hand to his chest in exaggerated offense. “You wound me, your majesty! I’ll have you know, I am very proficient in martial arts and fiercely loyal to—” he paused, “...my duty.”

“The family?” you pressed.

“Protecting the family, not necessarily the family itself,” he replied, his expression unreadable.

You raised both eyebrows. “Aren’t you supposed to be guarding the king’s quarters?”

“Not my shift,” he answered simply. A beat of silence stretched between you both.

“So, what do you say? Wouldn’t you like to spill all your woes to someone?” he offered, leaning against the wall with a smirk. You considered it. It wasn’t such a bad idea, really; inside the palace, there was barely anyone to talk to—not even your personal servants. “Are you trying to gain something out of this?” you asked, studying his face.

“Must every relationship be transactional?” he retorted, feigning injury once more.

“You’re the one who mentioned business earlier,” you reminded him.

“I already told you—I’d make an exception,” he said, both hands placed on his chest as if to prove his innocence. His antics were so out of place here in the palace, more fitting for a comedian than a guard. Perhaps that was why he felt oddly safe.

“Well then,” you relented, “I’ll think about it.” You glanced toward the palace. “Now, it’s time for me to get back to my room.” You heard his footsteps fall in line beside you. “And I suppose you’ll be escorting me?”

“Part of my duty.” He shrugged, flashing you another one of his mischievous smiles.

And, from that moment on, you noticed his presence everywhere. Whether it was outside the emperor’s quarters or by the entrance to the court meetings, there he’d be, flashing you that same, all-too-familiar grin. Over time, his presence became a quiet comfort, something warm in the midst of the palace’s frigid decorum.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you made your way to the garden—only to find him already there. Smoothing your clothes, you cleared your throat. “You beat me to my own spot.”

“Gut feeling told me you’d be around here tonight, your majesty,” he replied, turning to face you. “Here to inspect the garden again? Still not up to your standards?”

You shook your head, a small smile forming on your lips. “No, I came looking for someone willing to lend an ear,” you admitted. “Or maybe a hand.”

“Or a knife?” he added, his quiet chuckle warming the cool evening air.

You laughed softly. “Yes, something like that.”

"Alright, I’m all yours. What’s on your mind?” he asked, his gaze softening as he watched you.

Sitting down on a nearby stone bench, you glanced at him before finally speaking. “Do you ever feel… trapped in your own skin?” The question came out softer than you intended, your hands clenched tightly in your lap. You let out a humorless laugh, “Of course you wouldn’t,” you added quickly, glancing down.

“Go on,” he encourages, his gaze steady on you, hanging onto your every word. His casual posture is contrasted by the intensity in his eyes as if he’s seeing through every layer you keep hidden.

You take a deep breath and continue, venting out the weight you’ve carried since becoming empress. “They’re calling me infertile!” you say, frustration and bitterness lacing your words. “It’s not even official, but you know how the court operates. The moment the physician spoke, the rumors took root. To them, his word is as good as the truth,” you finish with a defeated sigh, burying your face in your hands.

“Funny,” he muses with a bluntness that makes you peek out from between your fingers, “I always thought it was the emperor who had… issues.”

The statement makes you lift your head abruptly, staring at him. “What?”

He shrugs, looking off to the side as though he’s recalling something from memory. “I heard one of the physicians say there might be… something wrong with him.” His tone is casual, almost as if retelling a trivial story. But you know better; there’s something in his voice that hints at sincerity.

Rendered speechless, you just stare. He takes a step closer, studying you with an intensity that feels unsettling but comforting. “A theory,” he says, “is just a fancy way of saying a guess, don’t you think?” With gentle confidence, he places a finger under your chin, lifting your face to meet his gaze. “You’re the empress. You know your own worth. Why let them talk down to you?”

His words, laced with a playful smile, bring a faint blush to your cheeks. Embarrassed, you turn your head away, making him raise both hands in mock surrender. “Apologies, your majesty,” he offers, though there’s little sincerity in his tone. If anything, the glint in his eye suggests he’s thoroughly amused.

From that night on, a subtle yet undeniable bond begins to form between you. You seek him out, not just as a confidant but as someone who truly understands you beyond your title. He becomes your solace, the one constant amidst the coldness of palace life. And he’s there, unwavering, standing by your side as though he’s known you far longer than the palace walls would ever allow.

Goo feels himself teetering on the edge of a line he knows he shouldn’t cross. In truth, he suspects he’s already overstepped it. You may not realize it, but he’s been curious about you for a while now. He’s never given much thought to the royal family—until you arrived in the picture.

His first encounter with you in the garden left a lingering impression, an unexpected warmth stirring within him. At first, he brushed it off as pity, something any decent person would feel for someone in your position. But when the second encounter came, and you smiled at him, it took him off guard. Had he ever seen you smile before? He didn't think so.

After that, he couldn’t help but notice more about you—the way your eyes carried a hidden sadness, the elegance with which you held yourself even under the constant pressure. And when you began confiding in him, sharing your burdens, he couldn’t stop himself from caring. Oh, you poor thing, he thought to himself. Such a beautiful soul wasting your tears on someone as undeserving as the emperor. He knew of the rumors too, the whispers that floated through the halls as he passed the other consorts, women murmuring about how you’d lost your worth, how you’d be replaced soon. The emperor would be a fool to discard someone like you, but it wasn’t his place to decide that. Yet, he couldn’t shake his resentment toward the man, or the anger he felt for those who dared to insult you.

Goo knew he should keep his distance, staying within the boundaries of his duty, but it wasn’t easy. As much as he tried, his thoughts would drift to you in moments of solitude. And that was when he found himself in dangerous territory, unable to keep the rising emotions at bay. Despite knowing better, he let his imagination wander, fingers tracing along the growing need in his undergarments. He closed his eyes, your face in his mind, his hand moving in rhythm as he pictured you. Curses mixed with murmurs of your name escaped his lips as he imagined it was your touch that brought him pleasure, not his own. The thought of you, his empress, haunted him in ways he couldn’t control.

Then, one evening, it happened.

The moonlight filtered softly through the silk curtains of your chambers as you sat by the window, lost in thought. Goo had been by your side for long now, his loyalty unwavering, his presence strangely comforting. But the more you let yourself linger in his warmth, the more dangerous it became—for both of you.

When you heard the quiet creak of your door, you knew it was him. He’d been on duty outside, and no doubt, he’d noticed your mood the moment he’d seen your expression that evening.

“Couldn’t sleep?” His voice was as light and easy as ever, yet there was a softness there, a familiarity that made your heart ache.

You shook your head, managing a small smile. “Goo… maybe it’s best if you’re not seen coming here so often. People are starting to notice.”

He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms with a faint smirk, his blond hair catching the moonlight. “You’re worried about me? That's a first.”

“I’m serious, Goo.” You stood, folding your hands tightly to keep from reaching for him. “If they see us together this often, people will start talking. The emperor… he won’t be merciful if he thinks there’s reason to doubt my loyalty.”

Goo’s smirk faded, his expression growing serious. “Let them talk. It's not like I've ever cared for all the mindless rumors.”

“Your job is to protect the emperor, not…” you trailed off, unable to finish the sentence, knowing how much it revealed. But the unspoken words hung between you, charged with the tension you’d both been avoiding.

He took a slow step forward, his gaze sharp and unwavering. “Not what? Get close to you? Be around you, care about you? If that’s what you’re afraid of, then maybe I’m not the one who should be pulling away.”

“Goo…” you whispered, the plea in your voice as much for him as it was for yourself. But he wasn’t listening. He took another step closer, the air between you crackling with unspoken words, unvoiced desires.

“Do you think I care about the risks?” His voice was low, the usual humor stripped away, leaving only raw determination. “If the emperor’s men come for me, so be it. I’ll face a thousand of them, you know I can hold up in a fight just fine.”

“Then you’re a fool,” you murmured, but your words wavered, betraying the emotions you’d fought so hard to keep hidden.

You looked at him with a vulnerability that pulled him in, and he felt his restraint slipping. You were close, so close that he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in. It was just a kiss—soft, tentative, barely there. But the taste of your lips was unlike anything he’d ever felt, a whisper of heaven he hadn’t known he could touch. For a moment, he understood why people lose themselves in loyalty to nobility.

The kiss was never spoken of, but it became the unspoken acknowledgment of something deeper. Afterward, you part with a soft kiss to his cheek, and he bids you goodbye with a kiss to the back of your hand. It’s dangerous, he knows that. It’s wrong. But he couldn’t help himself; with each stolen moment, each quiet meeting, his longing grew. He knew he was being greedy, wanting what he shouldn’t, yet he couldn’t ignore the desire building inside him—the desire to want you entirely for himself.

One evening, he found you crying. You sat in your room, your face buried in your hands, tears staining your cheeks. His heart ached at the sight, and he moved toward you without thinking. Crouching beside you, he gently lifted your chin, making you look at him.

“It’s my parents,” you whispered, voice shaking. “They came to visit, and… it didn’t go well. It feels like they see me as the problem—as if everything wrong stems from me when, for all they know, it could be the emperor who’s to blame.” You let out a quiet sob, a broken sound that made something snap inside him.

Without a second thought, he cupped your cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears that kept falling.

There’s a brief silence before he speaks, his gaze steady, softened in a way that’s rare for him. “All this talk about duty and expectations…” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand lifts, trailing softly along your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin as if he’s memorizing the moment. “If it were up to me, I’d tell you to let it all go. To do whatever makes you happy.”

You feel your heart catch at his words, your breath hitching. “What would you have me do, then?” you ask, voice barely audible.

“Simple,” he says, his lips curving into a hint of a smile, one hand moving to rest on the curve of your waist. “You’d just… stay here. Let someone else worry about it all for once.” He leans in, close enough that his breath mingles with yours. “Forget all those rules, let go of every plan and just… be here.”

There’s a beat of silence, thick and heavy, his thumb tracing gentle circles along your cheek. “Goo…” you whisper, the weight of his offer sinking in, mingling with the warmth that’s building between you.

“Besides,” he murmurs, his tone teasing yet low, almost reverent. “Who’d dare to question the Empress herself? If there’s any risk to be taken, let it be mine.” His voice grows softer as his fingers slide to rest along your jaw, cradling your face. “Just say the word.”

Your heart races at the promise in his words, his gaze unwavering as the distance between you vanishes. His lips hover just a breath away as he gently guides you to lay back.

A shiver runs through you, the deliberate slowness of his touch sending thrills down your spine. You exhale softly, the weight of his palm grounding you as his fingers trace the edge of your jeogori’s collar, lingering as if memorizing every fold of the fabric.

His thumb dips beneath the edge, nudging it back so it slips from your shoulders, revealing a sliver of skin. His breath hitches—a subtle, almost imperceptible reaction—but it’s enough to make your pulse flutter. His gaze darkens, roaming over the exposed skin as his fingers trace your contours, each touch leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

“You’re quiet,” he whispers, his tone carrying a subtle challenge. “Empress.”

The faintest smile tugs at your lips, a spark of daring stirring within you. “And you talk too much,” you counter softly, placing your hand over his and guiding it lower. His thumb brushes over your fingers in a silent, mutual agreement.

He chuckles lowly, his face so close that his nose brushes against yours. “You’re right,” he murmurs, his lips hovering a breath away, close enough for you to feel their warmth. “I could show you better than I could tell you…”

His hand cups your breast, his head lowering to capture the sensitive peak of the other in his mouth. His thumb teases one while his tongue flicks over the other, attention divided yet equally intoxicating. Your fingers tangle in his hair and clutch his shoulders, soft moans escaping you.

He pulls back, his lips leaving heated trails as he begins to nip at your skin. A gasp escapes you when he bites down, harder this time. “Goo!” you whisper, smacking his shoulder lightly.

“What?” he grins, unabashed. “I can’t leave marks where they’ll see, so I might as well make the most of what I can, right?”

You roll your eyes, leaning back against the cushions. “Don’t be like that,” he purrs, pressing kisses lower with every movement. His hands glide down your sides, fingers gripping your hips gently. He pauses, eyes lifting to meet yours, silently asking for permission. You nod, your lips pressed into a small line as you watch him disappear between your legs.

The guilt and worry gnawing at you seem to vanish the moment he lowers his head. His warm breath brushes your folds before his tongue flattens against you, licking slow, deliberate stripes. A shaky breath escapes you as he savors you, his groan vibrating against your skin as he slurps at your arousal.

His tongue delves into you, mapping every sensitive part of your cunt with unhurried precision. The mix of his mouth and fingers—one sliding into you, then two—leaves you breathless. Your hips move on their own, grinding against his face. His eyes flick up to yours, satisfaction gleaming as he watches every gasp, every moan, every sign of pleasure that is his doing. His empress, shattering apart before him. It drives him to give you more. He needs more.

Your hand grips his hair as you whimper, “Please, please, don’t stop.” Your legs tighten around his head, and you feel his grin against your core before he presses a kiss to your clit, devouring you whole. It’s dizzying, overwhelming, everything all at once. His tongue and fingers work in harmony, unraveling you until you come undone, your juices spilling over his taste buds.

Goo pulls away, licking your release from the corner of his lips. You pull his face to yours, your mouths crashing together, tasting yourself on him.

“Under different circumstances, I would’ve loved to hear you,” he mumbles against your lips.

You hum, a soft smile tugging at your mouth. “That is called greed,” you tease, your hands eagerly tugging at his clothes.

“What you’re doing is called greed,” he counters with a grin, his lips finding your neck as he helps shed his garments. Once bare, he meets your gaze, vulnerability flickering in his eyes. “You… you’re absolutely sure about this?”

Your hands cup his face as you nod. “We’ve come this far, haven’t we?”

He searches your eyes for a moment before kissing you again. Lining himself up with your entrance, he moves slowly, the stretch pulling soft moans from your lips. Your nails dig into his shoulders as your eyes flutter open, meeting the all-too-familiar ceiling—the one you’d rather not remember tonight.

“Wait—wait,” you whisper, tapping his shoulder. He pauses, brows raising in question.

“Just…” you adjust, shifting to straddle him. “Better,” you say, a smile on your lips as you begin to move.

He lets out a soft groan, his hands gripping your hips to guide your movements. “Better,” he agrees, his voice reverent as your walls embrace him, squeezing deliciously around him. His hips rise to meet yours, each motion driving you both closer to the edge.

Your rhythm quickens, every glide of your hips igniting sparks between you. Goo’s grip on your waist tightens, his fingertips digging into your flesh, guiding you as if the two of you were caught in a dance—one where neither of you wanted to stop.

“Just like that,” he rasps, his voice low and strained, betraying the control he’s barely holding onto. His eyes are locked on you, watching the way your body moves, the soft rise and fall of your chest, the flush of your skin. The sight alone sends a bolt of heat straight through him, and he can’t resist the urge to lift his hips sharply, filling you even deeper.

A startled moan escapes your lips, and his grin turns wicked. “Sensitive, aren’t you, your majesty?”

You lean forward, pressing your palms to his chest, your hair cascading over your shoulders like a curtain. “Quiet,” you murmur, breathless, though the command lacks any real bite. The way he fills you, moves with you, unravels you, leaves no room for authority—only the pull of desire.

Goo’s hands slide up your back, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you down for a kiss. It’s desperate, devouring, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before his tongue sweeps inside, claiming you. He swallows your soft cries, his groans vibrating against your lips as he matches your movements with a feral need.

“Look at you,” he murmurs between kisses, his gaze burning into yours. “So beautiful like this, like you were made for me.”

The words send a shiver down your spine, a fire pooling low in your belly. Your thighs tremble, the pressure building inside you threatening to overwhelm. “Goo…” you whimper, your voice trembling with need.

“Don’t hold back,” he urges, his hands sliding back to your hips, gripping them tightly as he takes control of your movements, driving you down harder, faster. “I want all of it—all of you.”

Your head tips back, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer. His lips find the curve of your neck, nipping and kissing as your body trembles against his. He feels you tighten around him, and his breath hitches, a low growl rumbling from his chest.

“That’s it,” he groans, his voice rough and strained. “Just let go for me.”

And you do. Your release crashes over you, leaving you gasping as waves of pleasure ripple through you. Goo holds you steady, his own movements growing erratic as he chases his release. His grip on you tightens, a string of curses falling from his lips as he thrusts one last time, spilling into you with a shuddering groan.

You collapse against him, your body trembling, your breaths mingling in the heated air between you. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close as if shielding you from the world beyond this moment.

For a while, there’s only silence—the sound of your heartbeats slowing, the weight of his arms around you, the warmth of his body against yours.

“You’re dangerous, you know that?” Goo finally murmurs, his voice tinged with amusement but softened by something deeper.

You lift your head, meeting his gaze. “Me? Dangerous?” you ask, a tired smile tugging at your lips.

He chuckles, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’re the Empress who just brought her guard to his knees,” he says, his voice low, teasing. “Tell me that’s not dangerous.”

You laugh softly, resting your head against his chest. “Then you must be reckless for indulging me.”

His hand traces lazy patterns along your back, his lips brushing your temple. “For you? Always.”

You close your eyes, letting the world outside this room fade away, just for now. The guilt and pressures can wait. Here, wrapped in his arms, you’re simply you.

Goo hums as he polishes his sword, tilting it this way and that, even admiring his reflection in the blade. “What a handsome devil,” he muses, grinning at himself.

“Junggoo,” a voice cuts through his musings, calm but sharp.

Goo jumps theatrically, clutching at his chest like he’s been scared to death. “Gun! You trying to kill me?” he exclaims, glancing over his shoulder at the raven-haired man now standing at the door.

Gun doesn’t bother with a response, only rolling his eyes at the dramatics. “You’ve been reassigned,” he says bluntly.

Goo blinks, lowering his sword as his grin falters. “Reassigned?” he echoes, slowly standing, his lips already parting to protest. But Gun raises a hand, silencing him with a pointed look.

“Let me finish,” Gun says curtly, and Goo wisely shuts his mouth. “As I was saying, you’ve been reassigned to Her Majesty, the Empress.” Gun continues, his tone steady.

At this, Goo visibly relaxes, letting out a relieved sigh. “Oh, I thought—” He pauses mid-sentence, the words registering in his head. His eyes widen. “Wait. You’re serious?”

Gun gives a single, affirming nod. “General Choi’s orders.”

Goo’s grin slowly returns, and he’s already stepping forward, arms spread wide as if to embrace Gun. The latter narrows his eyes, and Goo halts immediately, retreating with a sheepish chuckle.

“Why the sudden change, though?” Goo asks, his tone genuine with curiosity.

Gun folds his arms across his chest, his expression unreadable. “Since Her Majesty is with child, General Choi believes she requires more… specialized security.”

Goo raises an eyebrow, his smirk returning. “Specialized? I’m flattered.”

Gun tilts his head slightly, observing Goo in that unnervingly meticulous way he always does. Then, with no warning, he takes a step closer, lowering his voice. “That child is yours, isn’t it?”

Goo freezes, though only for a fraction of a second. “What child? I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he deflects, his tone light, his smirk firmly in place. “If anything—”

“You don’t have to act coy around me,” Gun interrupts, his gaze unwavering. “You think I haven’t noticed the way your eyes linger on Her Majesty longer than necessary? Or the smiles you two exchange when you think no one’s watching?”

Goo inwardly sighs, scratching the back of his neck. Nothing ever escapes Gun’s notice. “What’s it to you?” he says casually, though there’s a faint edge to his voice.

“Answer the question,” Gun presses, his tone leaving no room for evasion.

For a moment, Goo says nothing. He takes a step back, his expression uncharacteristically serious as he places his hands behind his back. Finally, he meets Gun’s gaze and offers a silent answer, one that needs no words.

Gun doesn’t react outwardly, his arms remaining folded, his expression as stoic as ever. “And how do you plan to handle this?”

Goo blinks, caught slightly off guard. “You mean…?” he gestures vaguely to his hair.

Gun pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling in exasperation. “Yes, that,” he mutters.

“We’ll call it a blessing,” Goo replies with a shrug, his smirk returning. “Besides, he’s going to die soon, isn’t he?”

Gun narrows his eyes, his tone shifting to suspicion. “And what does his death have to do with the child?”

“Our dearest Empress would be the sole ruler,” Goo says smoothly, his tone almost reverent. “You’ve seen how sharp she is. No one would dare challenge her authority.”

Gun’s expression remains neutral, though his silence prompts Goo to continue.

“Meaning no one would dare question the child’s legitimacy either,” Goo adds, his smirk now tinged with something darker, more calculated. He takes a step closer, placing a hand on Gun’s shoulder, his grip firm but deceptively casual. “And besides…”

His grin widens, playful yet faintly menacing. “I’ll be there to make sure no one does.”

Gun stares at him for a long moment, his jaw tightening slightly, but he says nothing.

“Now, my dear friend,” Goo says, clapping Gun’s shoulder before stepping back. “Don’t you worry your head about me. You’ve got bigger fish to fry, haven’t you?”

Gun’s gaze sharpens momentarily before he exhales and turns to leave. Goo watches him go, his smirk never wavering, but his eyes glint with something far more dangerous.

As the door closes, Goo picks up his sword again, admiring his reflection in the blade. “Ah, such exciting times ahead,” he murmurs to himself, his grin widening as he hums a tune, the weight of impending chaos settling comfortably on his shoulders.

#lookism #goo kim x reader #lookism x reader #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #fanfic #fanfiction #goo x reader #lookism goo #goo kim #kim jungoo #kim joongoo #lookism joongoo #lookism kim jungoo #lookism kim joongoo #lookism smut #smut #fluff #lookism fluff

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vynnyll · 10 months ago

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Boyfriend material (ft. Goo Kim)

Other characters in this series: Jake Kim | Samuel Seo | Gun Park

— Featured: Goo Kim x fem!reader

— T.W: none

✮ Would spoil you rotten. Anything his princess wants, his princess gets.

✮ Would happily do silly things with you.

✮ Would make you any dishes that you crave (in exchange for your kisses).

✮ Would drive you around.

✮ Would be goofy and joke around (to make you smile) most of the time but is very serious and trustworthy when you need him the most.

✮ Would be a tremendously clingy boyfriend. Definitely follows you everywhere you go (if he doesn’t have any business to attend to).

✮ Would call you by pet names. His favorites are "princess," "sweetheart," and "cupcake."

✮ A man of physical touch. Loves to cuddle with you, give you back hugs, and place his chin on top of your head. Also loves to receive back hugs from you or rest his head on your lap while let you play with his hair.

✮ Also a man of gift-giving. Always buys you expensive shit (literally to tell everyone that your man is well-off).

✮ Would smile like a dummy all day if he hears you calling him your man.

✮ Would ensure that you’re doing well by checking up on you regularly.

✮ Would have your sleeping face as his lockscreen.

✮ Would pepper kisses all over your face once he gets home.

✮ Would (sometimes) pretend to be angry during an argument to get you to baby him.

✮ Would be incredibly talkative when he’s with you. Could ramble with you nonstop all day without feeling tired.

✮ Would purposely hurt himself to have you take care of his wounds.

✮ Wouldn’t talk about you with anyone. (Don’t get this man wrong, he just doesn’t want to share you with anyone, lol.)

✮ Wouldn't allow you to do anything dangerous. Ensuring your safety is his top priority.

✮ Wouldn’t stop saying he loves you when he’s needy for your touch.

✮ Wouldn’t hesitate to teleport to your place just to see you when he misses you.

#lookism #lookism headcanons #manwha lookism #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #webtoon lookism #lookism x you #lookism x reader #goo kim #kim joongoo #goo kim x reader #vinniemisc.

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okaysonny · 3 months ago

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gun's day off ╏ gun park + goo kim

✦ summary: left out of commission, charles orders gun to take the day off.

✦ details: fluff -> angst, no reader, takes place during fourth affiliate, references to a drink between brothers.

✦ wc: 1.3k

✦ a/n: looove writing fics between characters. FAWK X READER!

daniel park broke gun's arm.

it surprises him, to say the least. daniel park possesses ultra instinct. who knew?

the broken arm isn't an issue for him. gun would've gone about his duties regardless if not for the old man.

"one day off, gun" charles had said. "that's not a suggestion"

since when did he suddenly care? is this what they call…male menopause?

it's not that gun can't take days off, but this is essentially a sick day. and gun park…sick? a broken arm and slightly bruised pride.

and so, here he is: standing in the middle of the grocery store, staring blankly at the vegetable aisle.

he reaches for some zucchini when he sees an old woman drop her shopping basket. a cascade of items rolls across the floor. she bends down, her frail hands shaking as she struggles to gather everything.

gun turns back to the vegetable aisle. not his problem, after all.

he glances to her again. she hasn’t managed to pick up much. each time she reaches for something, her hands falter, or she has to pause to steady herself. it's painfully slow.

he exhales deeply. without a word, gun crouches down, his dark shades somehow making the action look calculated. with his unbroken arm, he gathers the groceries efficiently, placing them neatly in her basket.

"oh thank you, young man!" the old woman smiles. she pats his cheek, her voice warm. "you’re so thoughtful. it’s hard to find gentlemen like you these days!"

gun pauses, his shades hiding whatever expression he's wearing. he stands up, dusting off his sleeves.

"you should be more careful" he says flatly, his tone making it impossible to tell whether it's advice or criticism. gun goes to pay for his items before she can say anything else.

as he exits the store, he feels an inexplicable lightness settle over him. before he can dwell on this further, gun spots it.

a head of blonde hair and a bright suit, leaning against the nearby pole.

"well, well, well" goo drawls. "look who's enjoying civilian life!"

gun raises an eyebrow. "joongoo? what are you doing here? how did you find me?"

goo grins, inspecting his nails. "wouldn’t you like to know? maybe i bribed a fortune teller who pointed me in the right direction. or maybe..." he leans in conspiratorially. "...i'm secretly a mind reader"

gun stares at him, unimpressed.

"alright, alright, fine. if you must know..." goo dramatically looks into the horizon. "i scaled three rooftops, dodged a sniper, and interrogated five different people before uncovering your precise location. it was a perilous journey, fraught with danger, but my skills—"

he gets cut off. "i'll ask again, how did you actually find me?"

goo scoffs. "tch. way to ruin the fun" he turns to look at gun again, shoving his hands into his pockets. "boss man’s giving me a bonus to keep an eye on you"

gun is slightly offended. "charles paid you for this?"

"yep. said something about ‘making sure he rests’ and ‘stop him from doing something stupid’ " goo waves his hand dismissively. "blah, blah, blah. i stopped listening halfway through!"

gun exhales sharply. "waste of resources"

"i know right?! not that i'm complaining"

"...leave"

goo smirks. "nah"

gun’s eyes narrow. "i wasn’t asking"

"and i wasn’t complying!" goo quips. "you’re stuck with me whether you like it or not"

gun clenches his jaw. "you’re wasting both our times"

"i'm wasting time?" goo scoffs, folding his arms. "who’s the one loitering around like some tragic anti hero? should i cue the rain?"

he pinches his nose bridge. "goo..."

"gun" the blonde mimics.

"...goo. i'd rather spend my day listening to diego's music than with you"

goo’s smile freezes, his eye twitching.

"you did not just say that"

gun nods solemnly.

his smile transforms into a scowl, turning to walk away. "ugh, screw the bonus and screw that old geezer. i'm not your babysitter"

gun sighs in relief. close one.

but goo's eyes flick to the plastic bag in gun’s hand. "...hey, is that a zucchini?"

gun glances down at the bag. "yes. i was going to make stir-fried zucchini with—"

"oh hell no" goo snatches the bag from him, inspecting the contents. "with these ingredients?"

gun is slightly offended again. "you know i can cook, goo"

"you only know how to make japanese food, sushi man! i've seen the way you cut onions...you disgust me" goo shakes his head in defiance, marching back to the store. "you’re coming with me. we’re buying real ingredients"

gun blinks in disbelief, but slowly follows. winning an argument with goo twice is a loosing battle.

inside the store, goo strolls through the aisles like a man on a mission. he tosses high-quality ingredients into the basket without consultation — fresh herbs, imported spices, artisanal sauces — and dramatically tuts every time he glances at gun’s original choices.

near the alcohol section, his eyes light up. "oh, look at that!" goo says, grabbing a bottle of sake and holding it up to the light. "premium stuff. might as well grab this too, right?"

gun raises an eyebrow. "we don’t need sake for a stir-fry"

goo waves him off, placing it into the basket anyway.

he doesn't bother to argue. again, it's a loosing battle.

gun takes his shades off as him and goo stand in the former's kitchen.

"food is art, gun" goo says, wagging a wooden spoon at him. "and you were about to commit a crime against cuisine"

gun grabs a knife. "i’m slicing the zucchini"

goo snatches it away. "absolutely not. you’ll ruin it. watch and learn"

gun watches intently as goo demonstrates his — admittedly beautiful — slicing technique. "see? thin, uniform, perfect. i bet your sad little slices would’ve been uneven"

gun rolls his eyes but stays silent.

as the dish comes together, goo takes over almost every task.

"no, no, no! you’re flipping it too soon—"

"stop! you’re going to over season that—"

"jesus, do you even taste your food when you cook?”

gun somehow didn't snap his neck.

eventually, the food is plated, and they sit at the table, staring at the zucchini dish. the scent of their perfectly cooked recipe fills the air.

goo watches smugly as gun takes a bite. "admit it. that’s the best zucchini stir fry you’ve ever had"

he chews slowly, knowing it's pointless to lie. "...it's pretty good"

goo sighs, pleased with himself. "well of course it is! i helped make it after all"

gun doesn't respond, instead opting to just take another piece.

goo rummages through one of the plastic bags from earlier and pulls out the bottle of sake. "ta da!" he beams. "we've never shared a drink, right? thought we’d toast to our masterpiece"

gun shakes his head. "i don't really like alcohol"

he pouts. "oh c'mon! i even picked sake because you’re japanese. it’s cultural appreciation! you have to drink it...for your ancestors or something"

gun gives him a deadpan look. "no"

clicking his tongue, goo pours himself a shot anyway. "tch. suit yourself"

he eyes the glass and pauses, staring at the clear liquid for longer than usual. "...maybe you'll change your mind next time?" goo murmurs.

gun glances at goo, his expression unreadable. still, something flickers behind his eyes.

"...next time"

goo raises his shot glass, a small smile on his lips. "yeah. next time"

he takes the shot, the liquid going down smooth and warm.

"anyway!" the blonde claps his hands together, his usual manic energy returning like it never left. "personally, i'd give this dish a solid nine out of ten, but that’s only because i helped. without me? ...three at best"

there's a slight upward tug at the corners of gun's mouth — so brief it’s almost imperceptible. "...you’re delusional"

they go back to eating, the meal continuing as normal. but the words dance and float around them.

next time.

a/n: I don't particularly enjoy drinking alcohol, but I did because it's you. :') ingrained in me.

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