park jonggun my dearest

all pronouns, 22, gun's 🩷

[iloveparkjonggun]

Too lazy to make a pin post which includes the masterlist too but who knows? maybe in the future I'll write more for our dear fictional men and then I'll think about making a masterlist cuz since I've only written a few I don't think that i need a masterlist for now, lolz.

[escapebysleep]

THE SERIES

: THOUSAND YEARS

Gun Park x Fem!Reader

A/N : this is my first EVER writing and my first language is not english, so if it's bad I'll try to fix it as much as I can, but for now this is what I got. If a lot of you guys like it, I'll make sure to keep writing.

Starting with 14 years old Gun (with no UI) to 20 :)

This? Just a Prologue. Gun is a bit ooc sry

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Yamazaki Yuzuru.

The man that got feared by all. Who knew he would have such a soft spot for a simple woman like you?

You were his everything since the beginning.

The Yakuza clan of his back in Japan, always been the villain in everybody eyes. Sometimes he hated how all the eyes were looking at him while he's walking down the hallway of the school.

God, how he just wanted to snap at them

But you.

You were . . Different

Since the day that you came into the school, looking all innocent. All those soft smiles and those sweet laugh of yours when all the others kids making friends with you, and complimenting you.

Since the day you sat down next to him in the class, trying to make friends with him. Not knowing who he is. Like really? Does this girl knows anything?

" I already tell you my name " You said, still trying to make friends with him for the last 10 minutes.

" Yuzuru " is all he answer.

But when you gave him that stupid gorgeous smile of yours. He couldn't help but glance at you once more, admiring thoes innocent eyes.

He knew you'll stay away from him when the rumors about his clan spread across the school. Why? Because everybody does.

What he didn't expect is that even all the rumors of the Yamazaki Clan spread all around school, into your little innocent, peaceful mind. You still talk to him.

He was surprised, and impressed even though he didn't wanted to admit.

You still sitting next to him in class. Offering him your pen when he forgot his. Wanting to sit together while having lunch. Even fixing his tie when he was too busy focusing on you something else.

Eventually you became friends.

Both you and him don't remember how long but. .

Long enough you make him fall in love with you.

His first thought, was that it's was just a simple crush, nothing much really! There's nothing wrong with how you offering him your pen and giving him that smile of yours. There's nothing wrong with how you laugh when he tries to help you with your works but ended up forgetting to done his. There's nothing wrong with how his heart skipped a beat when you walk side by side with him and your fingers lingering with his.

There's nothing wrong, right?

Hah yes. Yes, there's something wrong.

All of those feelings were gettig stronger at that one evening that he decided to walk you home after school again.

He wasn't worry oh yes he was, he just thought maybe he could do a little walk before going home.

But when you reach your home and you turn around to give him a little pecks on his cheek, whispering those three words into his ears. He freezes.

Even when you went into your house, closing the door shut. He's still standing there, thinking what just happened.

And when he got home. He couldn't stop thinking about you. He knew in the morning he needed to ask you about the kiss that you gave him that evening, but for now he needs some rest.

The sun rises and as usual he was waiting for you at the gate. Waiting to see does innocent eyes light up everytime you see him, or those stupidly gorgeous smile of yours when he walk into class with you.

But instead, you never came.

He was worried. Did something happened? Did you wake up late? Were you called in sick? He needed to check on you.

So, he decided to walked to your home, where he left you yesterday evening.

And when he for there. .

His heart breaks in to millions pieces.

There were police officers everywhere, all the neighbors around the streets freaking out, and your mother and father . . are on their knees crying.

And you were.

You were dead.

The report said there's a robbery happenedat midnight, your parents were working all night that they didn't have time to check on you.

Of course you did locked all the doors and windows but. . Criminals these days aren't stupid.

His fist clenched with rage. Anger fills in his chest.

He didn't have time to confess. Why did you have to leave so soon?

God pray for those men, cause he'll hunt down those fuckers who messed what was his.

All he wanted to do was to walk up to your now colded body and wrapped his arms around yours, not wanting to let you go.

But real eyes, realize.

If he really did love you, he'll let you go.

So, he did.

He turned around, and walk away from the scene. Fuck the school. He was going to find those fuckers first.

Before he could go anywhere further, he stopped. Glancing back at your body. Opening and closing his mouth, before he finally speaks.

" I love you too "

Before walking off, completely. Fading away into the shadow.

– ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ6 YEARS LATER ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ—

It's was another boring days that he needed to accompany Charles's daughter, Crystal. As her bodyguard.

There's a school festival going on. Crystal wanted to see the concert, but when they got their and Crystal seem to get upset with something about the school she ended up wanting to leave.

Not before a young man who came up to talk to her. She told him that she didn't like the school, that everybody only looks on the outside more than the inside.

But when the young man tries to touch her, his hand came up wrapping around his weist tightly. " She already has enough of all of you, step aside pretty boy " He said.

Before the young man snatched his wrist out off of his. " You little– " His cursed, before the fight was about to begun.

" Daniel! " A female voice shouted out, a very familiar one. His obsidian eyes shot up to see a young woman.

Who look exactly like you.

" I'm sorry! Whatever happened really! Just let him be " You said, trying to calm both of them down. Standing between two of them but your eyes we're lock with his.

His eyes were blocked from his glasses, the light of the sun shines on it just right, but that's doesn't make his body language any harder to read.

He supposed to fight back, he supposed to say something and threatening both of you, but instead. He freezes.

As you gently tilt your head to the side waiting for him to say anything.

Before Crystal came up and accept the apologies, and also apologize for saying something mean to Daniel, she was just a bit upset from what she sees.

You nodded, and accept her apologies as well. You were about to open your mouth and say something in return, before a man voice shot up.

" Tell me your name " The man who was just attacking Daniel before asked.

You gave him a questioning look before you gave him your name.

And he freezes even more.

Aren't you. . Aren't you're dead?

Before he could ask you anything more you were already walking off with that young man, Crystal was trying to asked if he was okay but he only gave her a simple nodded.

But when he glances at you once more, admiring those gorgeous smiles and does innocent eyes that he missed so much.

He knew he still has his chance.

He just need to make you remember him. Needed to make you remember everything.

Even a thousand years, he'll always wait for you.

He'll always love you.

( It's bad, I know. I'M SORRY! IT'S MY FIRST FIC AHHHHH )

[iloveparkjonggun]

what do you think of what’s happening in Palestine

what do I think?? it's not a war.. it's nothing but a genocide, that's it. Staying "neutral" about this is also ridiculous imo because you can not stay neutral about a genocide, innocent lives are being taken away here!! Zionists are ridiculous, Israel is ridiculous

[junggunz]

thinking about Gun having a secret affair with his cute shy little maid, fucking her and using her as he wants because that's how a maid should be towards his master :((

bye I read this when I first woke up and had to take some time to let this stew in my brain.

first thing...I don't think Gun's affair with his maid would be so secret 🧐 maybe if we were talking about dilf!Gun trying to keep the affair from his family...but single, bachelor Gun gives no fucks LOLL

secondly...gun crumbs bc why not

...

working as a maid for Mr. Park Jonggun was easy for the most part. He's clean, he's tidy, and rarely ever home. Emphasis on was because things got more difficult after he happened to come home early and saw you cleaning. This would be your first meeting with him and the beginnings of his crush on you.

It starts off simple, with Gun being home more often while you were cleaning. Then, you found that his penthouse would be more cluttered than usual from random clothing all over the floor to finding tough stains on the rugs that you have to get on your knees to scrub out. You never thought much of it—until he finally made his move.

And soon, you've fallen into a routine cleaning up Gun's penthouse and being given "a tip" in the form of the best sex you've gotten to experience. Of course, the next day you would have to come back and clean up the aftermath but it was always worth it.

"S-sir, don't touch there." You shakily voice out when you feel Gun's fingers reach around to rub your swollen clit while pounding into you from behind. It doesn't take much for him to make you wet with how attracted you are to him; but when he gives the bundle of nerves attention, your pussy practically gushes around him. No matter how many times it happens, you're always caught off guard when your boss randomly approaches you, reaching under your uniform to pull down your panties before sinking his cock into you.

Today, he had caught you while you were in the middle of changing his sheets. And with how things were going, you would definitely have to change them again...

"Oh? And why shouldn't I touch here?" Gun questions you with a low chuckle, applying more pressure to your sensitive nub which draws out a breathy moan from you. "Are you gonna make a mess if I don't stop? Don't forget that I pay you to clean up any mess I make and I don't give a fuck if you cum like a little slut all over my new sheets."

Emitting a soft whimper, you give him a small nod of understanding while you continue to endure his brutal thrusts that are synced with his fingers toying with your clit. With how good he pays you and how good he fucks you, it's hard to say no to him.

[bigdealsgoddog]

Run rabbit Run

Ghostface!Gun x gn!reader x Ghostface! Goo

CW: The ghostface killer had been on the loose and poor little reader hadn't realized they walked into their trap, not knowing the killer was their two friends. kinklist: noncon, choking, degradation, deepthroating, throat fucking, spitting, drug use/drugging, mentions of murder, readers ex is Jace and hes dead oop-, spanking, bit or primal/chasing, dacryphilia, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of character death (if i missed anything please let me know)

word count: 3.3k

   You didn’t think this was possible you really thought that this wasn’t how your night was going to go. Well here it is, you running through the woods, your own breath burning through your lungs as you desperately tried to breath and run. Just have to keep running. You don’t know what waited for you but if the fact that you had just watched your close friend goo take off the infamous serial killer; ghost face mask and the dead body he stood next to told you anything, you didn’t think you were going to make it out alive. But who was the other person standing next to him?     You didn’t know. You didn’t want to know. You saw the other masked figure take off after you as goo kicked the body into the hole they had dug and now you were panicking. There wasn’t much else to feel when you were running, the crunching of the leaves were catching up to you. How did you even get in this situation? You decided to do volunteer work and help run a haunted trail through the woods for some activity for your local town and when you heard a suspicious noise come from a quiet part of the woods, you decided to investigate it thinking it could be a fellow volunteer or a misbehaving brat that didn’t know how to stick to the trail. 

    You should have never left your spot to investigate. That’s all you could think about before the other masked killer tackled you to the ground, sticks and rocks digging into your skin as you two wrestled each other and he had you flipped on your back. 

  “Get off of me! Get off-help! Hel-” The man cut you off by putting his hand over your mouth and muffled your screams. This is it, this is how you die. There's no way you can warn anyone now, you were going to die here in the middle of the woods and no one would know one of the killers had been your friend. 

   Well. both of your friends.

“You better quit your fucking squirming and screaming. No ones gonna hear you anyway, I'm just giving you the courtesy of saving your pretty voice.” The man snapped and you tensed up, unsure why you could recognize the voice until Gun pulled off his mask and smirked at you. “Look at you, so cute and terrified.” He cooed, even though he took his hand from your mouth you were still too stunned to speak, the weight of knowing both of your friends were cold blooded killers. And you were underneath one of them “You don’t even have the words do you? Absolutely nothing to say to me? That means you’re not still upset about Mira Kim are you?” The moment he mentioned your recently departed friend Mira, who was found hanging out on the football field had reignited the struggle you put up moments before and immediately tried throwing Gun off you. Unfortunately, Gun was much stronger than you, easily pinning your hands above your head with one hand, holding your wrists together in a tight grip while his other hand went for your throat, giving you a bit of a warning squeeze. 

   “So glad you caught em” Goo came over grinning, wiping a bit of blood off his cheek “I got worried you wouldn’t be able to keep up.” 

  “Some people are just meant to be victims, they couldn’t run forever” The hand wrapped around your throat moved to grab your chin, his fingers digging into your cheeks and pulling a pained whimper out of you. “If you’re going to kill me just get it over with already-please” Your voice came out quiet and shaky, tears welled up in your eyes as your body began to shake and got a laugh out of Goo. 

   “I’m sorry sweetheart-repeat that again? How about you add some more tears and begging” Goo walked closer to you, kneeling down by your head. Gun had moved his hand back to your throat, squeezing down tighter and making you gasp for air. Goo took this chance to shove three of his fingers into your mouth and making you gag. Gun smirked, watching Goo try to see how far you could take his fingers before taking them out, playfully slapping your cheek and getting your spit on your face 

    “We’re gonna let you live but you gotta play a game with us” Goo grinned, earning an annoyed look out of gun “What are you-” “Trust me, you’ll Love it” Goo assured Gun before turning to you “We’ll give you a ten second head start. You gotta try to run away from us.” He started and Gun let go of your throat, allowing you to suck in a breath and try to pay attention to Goo and you gave him a quick shaky node “Yes-yes ok anything-I can-” 

   “Ah ah ah” He put a finger to your lips to silence you, letting the grin spread on his face “we're gonna put our masks back on. If we catch you, you can still get away if you guess which one of us it is. If you guess right, we’ll let you go and you’ll have to run again” The realization slowly started to click onto your face as Goo seemed to get more excited. Gun rose an eyebrow but smirked, definitely getting more intrigued by the idea. You swallowed thickly, hesitant to ask “What…what happens if I guess wrong?” 

   “Punishment” Gun cut in, taking goos and your attention “If you guess wrong, we can do whatever we want. Well, we’re still going to do what we want once we’ve got you-you gotta figure who’s who somehow. We can give you a second question to try to escape but..” He grabbed your chin again, letting go of your wrists so he can yank you up closer to his face “But you Better not get it wrong the second time. Alright?” You could hear Goo giggle by your side as he reached into your pocket and took out your phone. He managed to easily take the sim card out, dropping it on the ground before stomping all over it. “By the way” He typed something on your phone before he tossed it back onto your lap once Gun let you go and pulled away “You’ve got about 30 minutes to get out of the woods before we catch you and keep you” He grinned and you look down and see goo had started a timer that already hit five seconds “Oh no…your ten second head start..” Goo said woefully as he started to pull on his mask. You watched Gun follow in suit, making your eyes widen as you fully realized their little ‘game’ already started and you quickly scramble to your feet and take off into the dark night. 

   You didn’t know who was after you first, they had gotten incredibly close incredibly quick. Your lungs burned as they tried to pull more air into your lungs, desperately fighting to keep you level headed as you try to make your way out of the woods. You felt a huge weight slam you into a nearby tree, your front pressed into the hard bark and for certain leaving bruises for you to discover later. “No!” You cried out as the one who caught you slid his hands under your shirt, making you squirm from the wandering hands   “What the fuck-stop-no no get your hands out of-” The warm body pressed you against the tree harder, making it harder for you to squirm as one of his hands came up and shoved his fingers into your mouth. His other hand pulled away from exploring your chest to wag the finger teasingly at you 

   You can’t tell them no. That’s not a part of the rules. They pulled their fingers out and went to reach for your pants but you shook your head “Goo-You’re Goo-god please tell me you’re Goo-” You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that if you made the wrong decision you wouldn’t see the punishment they were so vague about but you felt cold as the warm body pulled away from you and made a motion of looking at his watch. Run

You had gotten caught a second time, you ever so gracefully had tripped yourself into a bush, making you cry out as the branches dug into your skin and tore at your clothes. He came up to you, roughly pulling you out of the bush and holding you tight agaainst his chest so your back pressed into him. His hand reached down into your pants, Starting to rub you teasingly as he nipped at your neck. You hadn't noticed he pushed up his mask a bit to get access to your neck, biting and sucking dark spots into your skin. You squirmed and thrashed as mewls escaped your lips, trying to figure out who was holding you until you caught a glimpse of a scar on the mans nose "Gun! You're gun!"

 You got caught again-what seemed like the fifth time now. In the time it took you to get this far, both of them had managed to cut off your shirt and pants, leaving you in your socks and underwear. You weren’t sure even if you guess right you could run anymore, the ache in your feet had slowed you down considerably, the adrenaline you had been feeling a bit ago nearly wearing off as you struggled underneath one of the killers;one of your friends. You whimpered as they slotted their knee between your legs, slowly adding more pressure as they wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing tight. You guessed Goo, silly little toy. Sure Gun might have already caught you before only moments ago but that doesn’t mean he was ready to give you up again just yet. 

   “One-one more chance-please-” You wheezed out, still unsure if you could even escape the next time he lets you go. Where would you even go? You were pretty much stark naked in the middle of the woods looking completely debauched. Were you really going to risk it, running into view of all  the stranger's eyes that would take you in the moment you stepped in their range? Surely once they realized two psycho killers that had chased you through the woods like a little bunny were the cause of this they certainly wouldn’t be concerned about the nudity and more your safety but did you really want to go out there at all and let them see this? 

    Did you really want to run from the pleasure Gun was giving you right now?

“Fine. Who killed Jace then?” Jace? Jace your adorkable ex that you last saw only a few days ago? Truly you two only broke up because Jace had to put more attention into Vasco but you two had been growing closer again recently. Now that Vasco had found something else to occupy his time and not scare Jace into thinking he’d hurt himself or others by accident every few moments, you both felt it might’ve finally been the time to maybe try to start anew. 

You didn’t know he was dead. You stared up at Gun as he took off his mask and smirked at you, watching as a few tears silently rolled down youtube cheeks and he leaned closer, licking them off your face. “Cmon, I asked you. Who killed Jace?” He repeated and you could hear the grin in his voice. You couldn’t even think as sobs started to make your chest tremble before letting out a loud wail, a sudden burst of energy making you try to fight and swing your fists at Gun “You!-you bastard! You didn’t! No! You didn’t you didn’t you couldn’t have-” You Started to shake your head when Gun grabbed your hands, pinning you down once more as you repeated it over and over, that you wouldn’t believe he could’ve hurt Jace. You were talking to him on the phone earlier there's no way- Gun gave a hard slap to your cheek, glaring down at your stunned form, tears still streaming down your cheeks as Goo stepped into your peripherals “Sorry sweetheart but that wasn’t a straight answer”  Goo chuckled and walked over to you, kneeling down so he can put his hand over the fresh print Gun left on your cheek “Whose body do you think we just buried? Trust me sweetness that ex of yours is long gone” He grinned at you and your eyes went wide, your body tensing up “It was you-goo you did it” Your voice was quiet, shaking with fear as his grinned widened “Ding ding ding!” Gun let go of you, getting up and shaking his head as he pulled the mask back on. With your newfound fear, you quickly got up on your shaky legs and tried to run once more. You couldn’t let them catch you, you couldn’t let them get away with killing Jace. To hell with this stupid game and staying silent to save your own ass-you had to try to be sure you can get home and make sure Jace was ok. He had to be ok. 

   It truly didn’t take long for them to catch you again. Were you really even truly trying? They watched you stumble off into the woods, unsure of where you were going. Stupid toy, you’re just running deeper into the woods. Goo tackled you again and before you could call out his name because he hadn’t pulled his mask back on he covered your mouth with his hand. Then, you heard it. The familiar chimes of your phones alarm going off, signaling your time was up. Fuck. You didn’t have the energy to fight anymore, you were certain your feet had to have started bleeding by now and your body felt as heavy as lead. You couldn’t even run anymore whether you had more time or not. Goo chuckled, reaching into your pocket and pulling out your phone, stopping the alarm before tossing your phone to the side “Poor pretty prey, couldn’t run away from the big scary killer.” He cooed and you watched as his free hand moved to start undressing himself. Any tears you could’ve shed were long dried out now as Gun made his way out of the treeline and over to where you were pinned under Goo. Goo saw him and stood up, allowing you to try to get up and nearly run again but Gun grabbed you by your hair, forcing you back down onto your hands and knees. 

    “Where the fuck do you think you’re going? You lost” Gun growled as he took off his mask. Goo came up behind you, rubbing his hands together before pulling back and landing a hard slap on your ass cheek, making you cry out in pain “I’ll show you what pretty little victims should do with their mouths” Gun shifted his costume a bit, pulling out his cock and spitting into his free hand, started stroking his shaft. “Open up.” He commanded and you shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut but Gun pulled on your hair again,  forcing you to cry out in pain before he shoved his dick down your throat. You started to gag but he didn’t seem to care as he slowly pulled out before pushing back in, roughly fucking your throat open for him. Gun let out a groan, gripping your hair tighter as he threw his head back “Fuck-been wanting to fuck this pretty mouth for the longest time. I bet you knew didn’t you? Fucking slut-being a tease all this time” Gun grunted. You almost completely forgot Goo was behind you until you felt a cold breeze as Goo started spreading your cheeks and pressing his face into your warmth, letting out a groan

    “Fuck baby-you definitely wanted this, look at how turned on you are” Goo mumbled before sliding his tongue into you, teasing you and making you jerk away from his touches but forcing you further onto Guns cock. Goo reached down to his own cock, starting to stroke himself as he ate you out, groaning almost sinfully into you. You hated it, you hated how good his mouth felt on you and you hated how it was slowly starting to get easier to take Guns cock as he forced you to start deepthroating him. You hated how the knot in your stomach was quickly forming, getting ready to burst until goo delivered another harsh slap to your ass, making you choke around Guns dick as you came. Goo pulled away laughing, licking his lips as he narrowed his eyes at you “fuck you really enjoyed that, didn't you slut?” 

   Gun continued to thrust into you a few more times before he came down you throat with a long groan, gripping your hair tightly and forcing you to press your nose into his pubic hair from how deep he was in your throat. Right before Gun pulled out of you, Good had settled himself behind you, lining up his weeping cock with your entrance and as soon as gun pulled out, He push into your with one hard thrust, making your eyes go wide as you let out a loud high pitched moan, clawing at the ground underneath you. Goo moaned and swore under his breath, his hands going to your sides as he dug his nails in, pulling out before shoving himself back in, pulling you into him and using you like some fleshlight. You couldn’t fight back anymore, even your moans tumbled out of you now that gun’s cock wasn’t blocking them all. “Look at you, moaning like some cheap whore” Gun tugged your hair, making you put your head back as your mouth hung open and he pulled out what looked to be a little white pill. He forced it into your mouth before spitting into it and grabbing your jaw, forcing your mouth closed. His other hand pinched at your nose and Goo grinned, taking this as a sign to start thrusting into you harder. “Swallow it-fucking swallow” Gun growled and you were forced to swallow if you had any chance of getting air. Gun shoved a finger into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue to check you swallowed it before smirking “Good whore, you’re just gonna feel a little sleepy alright? Can’t risk you making noises before we get you home.”  You didn’t even have half a mind to be scared about whatever Gun made you swallow as Goos dick pounded into your sweet spot. Your head fell forward, almost like you already felt the effects of the pill as your body slowly started to go more limp yet all of your senses had gotten a jump start.

     Goo noticed your lack of enthusiasm and decided to flip you onto your back so you could watch him as he went to town onto you. “C’mon baby a little longer” Goo cooed, playfully slapping your cheeks to get you to come to your senses a little more. “I’m gonna cum inside you ok? My cums gonna run down those pretty legs of yours-I wonder how much Gun and I can stuff into you once we get home….gonna be our favorite little cum dumpster” Goo moaned as his thrusts picked up their space. All you could do is whimper and weakly hold onto goo as he worked out his release, moving to the crook of your neck to bite down harshly as hot spurts of cum shot deep inside of you. You could’ve sworn Goo broke skin with that bite but you didn’t have the energy to care. You noticed the corners of your vision slowly going back and you heard the faint chuckles from your two “friends” before a camera light flashed on you and everything went dark.

[junggunz]

nyctophobia ft. gun park | 🔞

summary: your fear of the dark has been bad for as long as you can remember. many restless nights lead you to forget to turn on your night light before going to bed and your nightmare comes to life. cw: fembodied!reader, sleep paralysis demon!gun, reader is mentioned to be in therapy, kinda plot heavy tbh oops, mentions of derealization since u know...reader has sleep paralysis, SMUT, masturbation is mentioned, TW!!!!NONCON somnophilia, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), p in v, spanking, creampie. all characters featured are 18+ wc: 3.7k an: spooky szn was kinda rough this year ngl. BUT HEYY I POSTED BEFORE HALLOWEEN hehehe. also ily if you catch the asking alexandria line reference.

Discarded clothes trail from your bedroom door to the foot of your bed. Judging by the pieces and imagining how they must have looked when they were on your body, it’s obvious why you were in such a rush to get out of the confines of the fabric. In such a deep slumber, worn out by all the activities and obligations that took up your daylight hours, it’s no wonder why you skip your usual nightly routine. 

As soon as the sun is done setting, beautiful golden hues no longer warm your apartment and nightfall is sneaking in through the window, you’re usually so quick to turn some lights; trying to emulate the comforting warmth of the sun. But today, it was already night time when you got home, your living space seemingly consumed by the black abyss.  With how much you prefer being in a well lit space, it was out of character seeing how swiftly you navigated your exhausted body through your apartment and to your room without stopping to even turn on a single hallway light. 

So focused on getting into bed and heating up the cold sheets with your own body temperature, you didn’t pay any real attention to the way the shadows of the night warped and twisted in your presence. Even after you’ve settled and gotten comfortable, you refuse to acknowledge the murkiness surrounding you; choosing to keep your eyes closed. Letting your mind wander and take you far away, it wasn’t long before your thoughts were filled with erotic fodder that caused a tingle of heat to develop between your bare thighs. Thumbs hooking into the waistband of the flimsy fabric you called your panties, you hastily shoved them off your hips so you could partake in some stress relief before you fell asleep. 

And now, here you were. Fast asleep, indecently exposed from the waist down as Gun circles your bed in the same manner of a shark hunting its prey. It’s just you and the demonic embodiment of darkness now. After so many nights of keeping him confined to only the shadiest corners of your apartment—the closest he could ever get to you being inside your closet that was far across your room—he felt like he was the one going insane. 

Ever since you were young, you knew the darkness wasn’t all it seemed. It noticed you. It whispered to you. It beckoned toward you. It plagued you with night terrors; taking you to the limbo of consciousness and unconsciousness, forcing you to see gruesome faces on the walls of your bedroom as you lay paralyzed in bed. When you finally acknowledged it, it took you in its claws and dragged you into its madness. 

No one believed you when you talked about what you experienced, the adults around you simply dismissing it as a childish phobia you would grow out of when you were older. With how often the darkness would speak to you, it only grew louder and more demanding; seeming like it grew stronger and taller just like you were as you got older but still remained scared of the dark. 

Whenever Gun recalls the way you behaved after your first therapy session, he can’t help but laugh at how brave you tried to act around him. Insistent that he wasn’t real and he didn’t scare you, echoing the words that everyone around you said to you. You could deny him and reject him all you wanted but he would always be right behind you or just out of your peripheral vision as a mass of black smoke staining the walls. And because no one could ever understand what you experienced, it was easier for them to all assume that you were just crazy. 

Oh, if they only knew…

Gun’s touch is very real as his fingers dance along your exposed thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His patience had worn thin long ago and he had no desire to take his sweet time with you. Countless nights of taunting and teasing you in your dreams in retaliation for you treating him like a caged animal. Whether you were aware of it or not, your fear of the dark had been feeding Gun for as long as he had been in your life. With a phobia so intense, it was only natural it was able to manifest itself this way. And you seemed to be aware of that, going to extreme lengths to avoid being shroud in darkness and never sleeping with the lights off. 

Despite all your efforts to conquer your fear of the dark completely— managing it to the best of your ability as you work toward that goal—you’ve been having persistent nightmares as of recent. Nightmares disguised as erotic dreams that have you waking up sweating and shaking; unsure if it was from being face to face with your biggest fear or if it was from the excitement of seeing your fantasies play out in your mind and feeling oh so real. Even if it’s basically the same dream night after night where you spend half of your dream trying to outrun the inky figure chasing you down an unilluminated corridor until it finally backs you into a dead end, yanking you flat on your back by the ankle and looming over you. Then, his features become more apparent and it’s no longer just a shadowy figure standing over you. His eyes are a pitch black devoid of all light but the rest of him leaves you at a loss of words; not knowing if you had the language to describe how attractive he is. The scar between his obsidian eyes seems to be the only imperfection he has but in all honesty, it makes him even more handsome. 

Overcome with desire for this man in front of you, it slips your mind that you were still having a nightmare. The beginning embers of lust are quickly put out by the bone chilling gaze he stares down at you with.

  Tch, you’re scared of the dark but here you are, looking at me like I’m something to eat. Crouching to your level, he takes your chin in his hand and examines the expression of uncertainty painted on your face up close. Thumb grazing over your plush lower lip, he’s suddenly prying upon your mouth and holding it open; his thumb now pressing down on your tongue. The action has saliva pooling in your mouth until it’s dribbling down the sides of your lips. Such a sinful mouth. No wonder why you seek out the light for salvation. 

Your one sided conversations with the man differ every night; as do the way he interacts with you after he’s backed you into a corner. But how he chases you down to taunt and torment with tactics that arouse both fear and longing within you then waking you up right before you could get to the good part is consistent. 

At least, it usually is.

The lines between dream and reality blur as you look at your bedroom through heavy eyes, your eyelids sticking together from you being too exhausted to remove your makeup. Your room looks exactly how you remember it before you fell asleep; the only thing that makes you doubt you’re awake is how muddled your mind feels. It’s like there’s some grainy filter over your vision and there’s a disconnect between your brain and body. You try to roll over to the other side of your bed, craving escape from the sheets you were tangled up in and the overbearing heat it was causing but your body doesn’t move on your own accord. Instead, you feel hands that mimic the temperature of a furnace on your hips, turning you to lay on your back. Using every bit of strength in your body to crane your neck, to see what was going on and there he is. 

Between your bare legs. 

Cheek nestled against your inner thigh, tepid breath fanning across your private parts. 

How could a man you’ve only ever seen in your dreams be in your bedroom? Accepting that this all just had to be a dream, you lay back and simply wait for it to be over. And that’s exactly how Gun wanted you to respond. He wanted you to believe it was all just a hallucination and he wasn’t actually lapping up the arousal trickling out of your hole; going as far to lick up the dried remains on your inner thighs from when you had masturbated right before falling asleep. If you had thought all of this was some sort of erotic dream, you’d have no problem surrendering to him. But given how you reacted to him in your dreams, Gun didn’t doubt that you’d do that at any time. 

Being able to touch you and taste you like this turns out to be worth his while, making Gun feel like your thighs were made for cheeks to graze as his lips drink up your nectar straight from the source. Tongue slipping between your folds, leaving a warm trail of his spit from your clit to your entrance, his eyes train themselves on your sleepy face; watching the way you react to him. 

Such a needy little human you are. Canting your hips up with every little action he makes, leaving a sticky mess all over his lips and chin. Gun can already imagine how desperate your screams for more are gonna sound once he’s had his fill of you. 

Living in the same obscurity as your shadow, Gun has seen you getting down and dirty with hookups and temporary boyfriends with his own eyes. They’re never anything impressive or worth writing home about seeing that you’re still single. And just a sliver of attention to the swollen pearl between your folds has you gushing. 

It’s all quite pathetic, honestly. 

But it’s what Gun revels in the most. All it takes to get you to open up is him bringing his fingers up to your entrance, applying the slightest amount of pressure. Then, just like that, your hole is stretching around his finger like it was meant for him. Slow and easy, the digit is sinking all the way into you; not for your pleasure or comfort but solely so Gun could enjoy all the worldly pleasures of you shuddering and clenching around him. 

Mostly unconscious still, you manage to put up a fuss and whine as his lone fingers slowly moves in and out of you. Craving more of him whether you were aware of it or not, by the time Gun eases a second finger into you, thick strings of your arousal are seeping out of you. Each push of his fingers fills your otherwise silent bedroom with filthy, wet noises. Having an almost innate understanding for what it takes to bend and break you, he angles his hand to press his fingers into a spot that somehow manages to get you even wetter. A few firm presses into that soft spot within your gummy walls and you’re clamping down on him so tight he can barely move. Unamused by you trying to hinder his actions, the clenching of your pussy only fuels him to thrust his fingers into the spot harder until he’s drawing out little bursts of your wetness that make the muscles of your interior thighs quiver. 

Eyes not even half open, you’re barely able to register the familiar feeling of that knot in your stomach snapping when you orgasm. You can feel the wet sheets sticking to your butt and thighs confirming the thought that you had a wet dream yet your body refuses to cooperate with you to let you escape the damp bedding beneath your body. Through the little field of vision you have, you can see the inky shadows moving around your bed and it sends a chill throughout your body. Heart hammering against your chest as you begin to panic, realizing you couldn’t move to turn on the lamp on your bedside table. The most movement you’re able to make is to squeeze your eyes shut and pretend that you didn’t notice the darkness playing with your mind. 

Alas, every time you had noticed the darkness, it would notice you back.

“You never put up much of a fight when you get sleep paralysis, do you?” A voice speaks to you, cold, menthol scented breath infiltrating your nostrils and making you feel dizzy. 

Dread really settles in as you don’t know what’s worse; the possibility that a real person was in your apartment, speaking to you while you were immobile or the off chance you hadn’t been hallucinating and you were actually face to face with something from your nightmares. Accepting that either option yielded unfavorable results for you, you slowly crack open one eye. 

And when your vision adapts to the eigengrau landscape of your room, there he is again. 

On top of you and looking down at you with an amused expression. Your body had been so numb you didn’t feel him pinning your wrists on either side of your head—even if both of you were well aware that you weren’t going anywhere. 

“Lucky me. On the one night you don’t have your home lit up like a beacon for moths, you’re already half naked for me. Have you been waiting for this?” Gun chuckles menacingly.

You don’t notice the single tear escaping your eye and streaming down your cheek but you do feel him leaning in to lick it away; making you whimper in fear. Pulling back from you, you’re able to really take in his appearance as your eyes widen slightly. Totally black eyes void of all light with perfectly coiffed hair just as dark, the scar—he’s definitely the one from your dreams. What you thought wasn’t possible was very much a reality right now. 

“Don’t you get tired of always gawking at me like that?” He asks in a patronizing tone and as much as you want to avert your gaze, you’re scared of what he might do if you take your eyes off him. “I think I like you better when you’re sleeping and not looking at me with that pitiful expression.” 

You want to believe that you were finally able to turn over on your own but the fingertips digging into the meat of your hips are so hot you swear they would leave behind burn marks in their wake say otherwise. His touch is like being nipped by stray embers; fleeting but hot enough to shock your nerves and make you flinch at the contact. Slowly but surely regaining sensation, you’re able to move your leg when Gun’s knee knocks against it. 

Settling between your spread thighs, you can feel all of the heat emanating off of Gun’s body and you don’t have to think too hard to realize what’s coming next. Even with how silently he moves in the night, the unmistakable sensation of precum dripping on your skin gives him away before he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock. Back arching and hips rolling toward him, you let out a soft mewl; finally becoming aware of how your arousal was outweighing your fear of him.

“Have you no shame?” Gun teases, amused by you trying to push your weak, little body more toward him and take him inside you. 

You never would have guessed but your eagerness pleases him and soon, he’s gripping your hips tighter and pulling you back on to his cock; entering you in one clean thrust. So wet and so inviting, your hole doesn’t even try to resist him. Instead, it’s squeezing him tighter and urging him deeper. You think you let out a moan when Gun gives you his entire length, but your mind is so hazy and you still haven’t fully come to terms with whether or not you were dreaming. None of those silly little thoughts matter anyway when the head of his cock is sinking into you with no remorse; the stretch of him causing your expression to morph into one of discomfort. 

“Too big for you?” He laughs at your whimpering, feeling the way your limp body suddenly tensed up. 

You don’t reply, only letting out a pitiful wince as he starts to thrust into you slowly; each movement so intensely deep it felt like he wanted to break you. Displeased by your silence, the direction of his thrusts changes ever so slightly until he’s grinding up against some sensitive spot within you that you weren’t even aware of until now. 

“F-fuck…” You gasp, squeezing your eyes shut and grabbing the sheets like they were a lifeline. As much as it would amuse Gun for him to taunt you further and coax an answer out of you, he doesn’t care enough to hear the assurance that he was the biggest you’ve ever taken. It’s pleasing enough to see how easily you turn into a mess of moans and sobs as his pace picks up, sharp hips slamming into your plump behind so hard it feels like you’ll bruise there too. Every single one of Gun’s actions and movements are so rough and brutal, he doesn’t consider how fragile and puny your human body is compared to him. Although, when the thought crosses his mind, he still doesn’t think to ease up on you in the least bit.  

Gun is no stranger to otherworldly pleasures, but there’s something about the way you’re wrapped around him so snug and oh so wet that has him hooked. The combined heat of your bodies joined as one is addicting. All he can think about is feeling every inch of you inside and out. 

“Why the fuck is this still on?” He growls, referencing the oversized sleeping shirt you had on then angrily ripping it off of your body; tossing the shredded scraps of fabric off to the side and leaving you fully nude before his hands are greedily taking in the feel of you beneath his hands.

You weakly look over at the torn fabric, frowning slightly at the idea of having to buy a new sleeping shirt but quite honestly, that was a shirt left behind by an ex and had overstayed its welcome in your wardrobe. 

Being so savagely taken advantage of like this shouldn’t arouse you so much but there’s no denying the lewd squelching of your wet cunt every time Gun pushes into you. Maybe you find solace in the idea that this is just a dream; even if you didn’t fully believe it. Maybe your newfound kink was something else you needed to bring up in therapy. Either way, being in this state of delirium induced by all the pleasure you were feeling combined with the fact your brain was foggy as you tried to gain full consciousness has you moaning into your pillows. 

Sweaty and flustered with droopy eyes, your body no longer feels like deadweight when you squirm beneath Gun again, trying to escape his punishing thrusts. Alas, even with the newly regained mobility, you forget to consider the tight grasp he keeps on your hips until he pulls you back to meet his movements. Gun’s hips plow into you hard and fast with no regard for your current state. You may have been sleeping earlier, but he had already gifted you one orgasm and that was pretty generous of him. Now, he’s focused on his own pleasure, using your body as he pleases; you seemed to be enjoying it enough anyway.

You’re babbling nonsense as he continues to ruin you with his cock, your pillow damp with your tears and drool. Realizing that you were trying to speak to him, Gun lifts one hand and brings it down on your ass cheek one, two and three times. 

“Speak up, slut. What do you want?” He questions you, the same hand he spanked you with gliding up the expanse of your back before intertwining into your hair and harshly tugging. “Don’t tell me it’s too much for you.”

Your jaw hangs open in a wanton moan as Gun pulls your hair again, causing your neck to twist at an uncomfortable angle so he can take in your unbecoming appearance. 

“Is this a dream?” You finally ask in a meek voice to which Gun responds to by leaning down to pull your whole body up so your back is pressed to his front and wrapping his arms around your torso to keep you in place; his hands roughly groping your tits.

“Is it really that good you’re questioning if this is a dream or reality?” He chuckles darkly in your ear, hips unrelenting and the new position making you feel him even deeper if it was possible. 

Your walls pulse around him and his cock responds by twitching inside you. An animalistic growl rumbles in Gun’s chest before he leans down to sink his teeth into your shoulder. Thrusts getting sloppy and falling out of their rough rhythm, the constant pressure against your sweet spot causes you to cum all over his aching length. Not even seconds after that, you feel a rush of warmth flooding your hole; hot ribbons of his seed painting your insides. The way your greedy little pussy squeezes around him in an attempt to milk him for every last bit of cum causes him to let out a maniacal laugh before he roughly shoves you off of his cock and face down against your bed in your original position. 

“You’re not too bad. Sleep with all the lights off tomorrow night and I’ll help you figure out if this was all just a dream or not.” Gun tells you, giving you a goodbye in the form of one last slap against your ass. 

And with that, the stinging of your flesh is enough to cause all the nerves in your body to go into a frenzy; that familiar tingly sensation in each of your limbs coming out of nowhere. Finally able to move again, you sit up in bed. Looking around your dimly lit room as the first rays of the sunrise peek through your blinds, the man is nowhere to be seen but the combination of body fluids leaking out of your hole and onto the sheets is still very there…

Guess you would have to do as he says and sleep without a nightlight if you wanted to see him again. 

[questionablelightyagami]

[bigdealsgoddog]

welcome back!! first of all i read your Jake Kim fic and fuck you sure did some good job there 🤐🥴 I'll definitely reread that a few more times.. and seeing your requests on.. i won't hesitate to ask a fic for the babiest girl gun, obviously. so.. how about a noncon fic with the pervert gun? 🫣

there must be a reason why goo calls him a pervert AND we MUST know why.

Thankyou! granted though "Back" is a strong word i use lightly lmfao I thought about it but gun really would be a big fucking perv just maybe a bit different than you'd expect. Gun gives the types of vibes he'd be really into his partners "Natural scent" like You know that videos of this guy going into his girlfriends armpit just for a big wiff? Gun Pervert!Gun is the type to be super into primal(Obviously) Because he loves the fight of it all. The fight for the dominance he knows he has over you, he just likes to make sure you know your place.

Pervert!Gun who as soon as you're pinned underneath him he's pressing his face into the crook of your neck getting a nice deep Wiff of your sweaty self after fighting him so hard.

Gets him real bricked up real quick

Pervert!Gun Shocked you with it because whether he thinks he associates it with those moments with you or it's because he just really loves the smell, he works you extra hard at the gym just to build your sweat up Pervert!Gun is the reason why you two have an at home gym now because he's tried fucking you at the gym more times you could count and you didn't want to risk getting banned from your nearby gym so of course his solution was to just buy one.

Pervert!Gun did pavlov dog himself a little bit, he found your hoodie lying around the house one time goo had decided to invite himself over. He was just giving it an 'honest sniff' in case he needed to toss it in the laundry Goo saw him almost immediately pop his boner because that was the hoodie you wore with him last night that he fucked you in but you had worn it for your morning jog without mentioning. Goo 100% calls him a pervert for it

He absolutely used that hoodie to jerk off later

[iloveparkjonggun]

gun would 100% be into cnc-

oh he so would. he's a perverted man after all~ 🥴

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Erm 😖 can I ask for gun or goo bandaging each other up after a fight please 🥺

Also if you see my other ask if this something went wrong so don’t worry about it

I keep reading bandaging as banging

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kitten

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HII 😼 could you draw a design for genderbend goo?

HIIII I drew Gun too just for giggles

[iloveparkjonggun]

shit i wanna write smth tbh sooo~ requests are open, go ahead, don't be shy n gimme some nsfw requests with your fav characters 🫡

[bigdealsgoddog]

those muscles don't help all that much

Ghostface!Jake kim x GN!Reader

CW: Jakey poo dresses up as Ghost face per readers request. kink list: CNC(Jake and reader talk about it beforehand and traffic light system is used), Choking, degradation(Slut, whore), humiliation, teasing, praise(Good slut), overstimulation, deep throating, face fucking, light!knifeplay (If I missed any please let me know)

Inspired by @junggunz and I talking about ghost face Jake Word count: 2.9k (Unedited)

“You want me to what?!-” Jake Started coughing on his soda as he leaned forward, pounding on his chest to try to clear out his throat. Your face was bright red and you looked away, ignoring the screams of the poor victim as ghostface brutally stabbed her after choking her half to death. “You’re acting like its weird-nevermind-let's just ignore this-”

“Baby, we just both watched the killer choke that girl out and started threatening her with a knife-and you just out of nowhere said ‘Hot, kinda wish you would do that with me’.” Jake pointed out once he finally regained himself, taking a deep breath “I’m sorry I just-wasn’t expecting it just. Please explain what you mean.”

You groaned and buried your face in your hands a moment trying to hide from your embarrassment and of course, your ever so loving boyfriend reached out and took your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face and gave you a small smile. “Cmon baby please?” You grumbled under your breath, unsure how your face was getting darker as you looked away from him “I dunno just. The idea of you coming in-scaring me and trying to make me think like you’re gonna kill me…” Jake kept that same smile but you could see the bit of concern in his eyes “Yeah? You think being close to death is sexy?-”

“No!-well kind of but-no no” You had cut him off, covering his mouth with your hand “But instead of trying to kill me you..you know…use me-treat me like an object, tell me how you’ve been watching me a while…” you trailed off, eyes trained on the floor as Jake looked at you surprised, seeming to be processing what you said. You jumped a little when you felt a kiss on the palm of your hand as Jake gently pulled your hand away once more and gave you a small smile. He let go of your hand to reach around you, his hands on your sides so he could pull you into his lap facing him “I dunno baby that sounds intense-are you sure you’d want that..? I don’t know how I'd feel about hurting you..” His hand rested on your thigh, his thumb rubbing gentle circles into it

“We could always use safe words-The traffic light system works really good…and if you want-you could like…come up with a question to check if it would be a good time?” Your cheeks stayed red but you looked up at Jake now

“(y/n)...Are you sure you want that? That’s something you’d really want?”

“Yes jake-please”

You hummed to yourself as you were cooking dinner, placing the lid over the pot of boiling water as you heard your phone ring. You saw it was Jake’s number and smiled, picking up the phone “Hey babe what’s up?”

“Nothin much-say are you busy? Watching any more scary movies?” Jake had cleared his throat, his tone changing when he had asked his second question. You couldn’t stop your grin from widening as you leaned against the counter “Not really, just making dinner, i’ve got scream playing in the background right now” You could practically hear his smirk over the phone as he chuckled “Don’t watch too many now, you don’t want to give yourself nightmares. Especially since i’m gonna be home late tonight” You pouted a little, giving him a whine “aw really? At least I only just got the water on the stove now. Ill order in something so it's easy to reheat.” You sighed a little dramatically as you turned the stove off, Jakes sweet laugh coming through “You were hoping you didn’t have to finish cooking dinner tonight weren’t you?”

“I plead the fifth” You held up a hand in surrender, knowing he couldn’t see you. Jake chuckled a little more before speaking again “I gotta head back the guys are calling me, I love you”

“I love you too”

You grinned as you cleaned up what you started of dinner, sending out a quick pizza delivery as you went upstairs to your room, quickly starting to change into a new lingerie set you know Jake hadn’t seen yet, that is until you got another call from an unknown number. You picked up the phone, using your shoulder to hold the phone while you got dressed “Hello?” you were met with silence on the other side of the phone, the only thing accompanying it was a light static and you frowned “Hello?” You sounded a little annoyed until a voice spoke up, clearly distorted “Hey. What are you up to?” You rose an eyebrow in confusion, moving to check the number again before putting the phone back to your ear “I’m sorry but who is this?”

“Don’t worry about that. What are you doing?” The voice asked quickly and made your face scrunch up in confusion as you pulled your normal clothes over the lingerie “I’m relaxing at home. Why? Who is this and why do you wanna know?”

“I wanted to tell you you left your back door unlocked.” You heard the click from your phone, puzzling you a moment until your stomach dropped from the realization. You dropped your phone and scrambled downstairs to the back door, quickly locking it and turning the backlight on, trying to see anyone before sighing in relief when you saw no one. You turned around and suddenly you were being shoved back into the wall behind you, gloved hand wrapped around your throat, giving it a testing squeeze. “You really aren’t all aware of your surroundings aren’t you?” You gasped and put your hand around the attackers wrist, weakly squirming around in their hold trying to free yourself.

“Hey, quit it” The attacker snapped, a blade you hadn’t noticed before pointed itself at your stomach and you stopped completely and the attacker tilted their head “Good job” They cooed, the hand around your throat letting go so the person could lift up his mask, only exposing his mouth before grabbing your chin and making you tilt your head as he buried his face there “You’re gonna do so good for me-right? You’re not gonna make me use this on you are you?” He murmured against your neck and you quickly shook your head no, staying quiet for him

“Color?” He asked and you blinked, almost confused until he pulled your chin down once more, looking you in the eye through the mask “Color?” He asked one more time and you gave him a small smile, seeing jakes hesitancy already “Green”

You saw his own smile before he nodded, immediately diving in to suck a mark into your sweet spot. He moved the knife away so he could slot his leg between your legs, grinding his knee up into your crotch and pulling a moan out of you. ”You’re gonna be a good toy for me won’t you? I can already tell you’re a needy whore-you’re enjoying a stranger touching you like this aren’t you?” He smirked and you whimpered shaking your head “N-no sir-no i-” You felt a sharp slap on your cheek, leaving a surprised look on your face until he grabbed your and squeezed your throat once more “No, you say yes sir to me do you understand? Let me rephrase: you are enjoying me touching you against your will. You’re getting so turned on by another man's knee-but what about your boyfriend hmm?” He taunted and your eyes went wide, making him chuckled “You thought I didn’t know about him? Don’t you worry, I took care of him” He let go of your throat in favor of grabbing your hair, making you whimper and look at him with teary eyes “What did you do to Jake?!”

“I said I took care of him” He stated as if it was obvious “All those muscles didn’t help much” He grinned and started bringing you up the stairs, still holding you by your hair making you wince and whimper. He brought you to your bedroom where he shoved you at your bed and pointed his knife at you once more. You stumbled and fell onto the bed, quickly turning to face him but tensing up at the sight of the blade.

“Strip.” He ordered and you nodded, hands shaking as you slowly started pulling your clothes off. You could hear his breath hitch as the lingerie is revealed, biting his lip as he suppressed a groan “Fuck-didn’t see this one yet…” He mumbled, reaching out once you got your pants off to start rubbing you through the lingerie. You took in a sharp breath and bit your lip trying to hold in your moan until he grabbed you and squeezed your throat again “Go on let it out, if you’re going to be a whore I want to hear it” You let out a high pitched moan, shutting your eyes tight as your hips twitched, unsure of whether or not to run or seek the touch. “Fuck you’re already getting these panties wet” he groaned before letting go and pulling away, starting to hastily unzip his pants “On your knees. Now.” he growled out and you scampered to the floor on your knees, looking up at him with wide eyes as he pulled of the gloves before sticking his thumb in your mouth “You’re gonna suck me off before I fuck those pretty brains dumb do you understand?” You gave him a nod, earning yourself another slap “no, be a good whore and use your words.”

“Yes sir” You whimpered and he nodded, pulling his cock free from his boxers and poking his tip at your lips “Good whore” he mumbled before pushing his cock into your mouth. You groaned around the intrusions, trying to relax yourself and allowing him to shove himself deep into your throat and cutting off your air. The man moaned and threw his head back, Slowly pulling out before pushing back in and setting a stray rhythm. His hand moved to your hair, his fingers carding through it before getting a good hold on it and using it to control your head as he thrusted in and out. You choked and gagged around the cock but you couldn’t say you weren’t enjoying it, practically grinding yourself against his foot as you let him move you as he pleased, drool running down your chin and throat, dripping onto your chest.

“Fuck your throat feels so good, are you enjoying this pretty baby? I can feel you humping my foot, you tryna get off?” You had tried to respond to him, his cock bartering your throat proving too much and making you choke again, whining and groaning around him. Jake swore under his breath, picking up the pace of his thrusts into your needy throat. He started taking off his gloves and that’s when you noticed his signature gloves instead of the usual costumes black gloves. It’s not like you could say anything about it, your mind too hazy to truly push through and make much note on it as he pulled the gloves off before pulling out of your mouth with a satisfying pop. He put his thumb in your mouth, using it to hold your mouth open as his other started stroking himself. Jake groaned lowly as his hand sped up and made himself cum. He covered your face and tongue before taking out his phone and snapping a picture of the sight, biting his lip “fuck baby you look so pretty like this….you’d do anything I told you wouldn’t you?”

You gave him a nod, talking the best you could with his fingers in your mouth “Yes’sir” You slurred your words and he groaned, tugging you up “Get up. Get on the bed and spread your legs” You nodded and quickly climbed on your bed, Spreading your legs for him as he came over. He grabbed your ankles and pressed your knees to your chest into a mating press as he leaned closer to your ear “I know you’ve been playing with yourself-you think you could soak my shoe that much from just humping it?” He cooed into your ear, making your chest tighten and your cheeks bright red while he teased the tip of his cock at your entrance “You fingered yourself open for me didn’t you? Knew you wanted to be taken advantage of like this so you made sure you were ready didn’t you?” He pushed into you before you could respond, making you gasp and let your head fall back. No matter how hard you tried, unless you used toys you never really could stretch yourself to take Jake's size, only his fingers could get you sucking him in the moment he presses himself into you.

“Such a good whore for me” He cooed, starting to set a steady rhythm and make you whimper, your hands flying to grab onto the sheets. His hand reached out and wrapped around your neck, giving it a testing squeeze and gasped as he felt you squeeze his cock “Fuck you really enjoy this-you’re gonna make me fuckin cum already” He mumbled, squeezing down a little tighter and cutting off your air. Pleasure shot up your spine as he re angled his hips, slamming into the sweet spot that sends your head straight into the stars. You had become a moaning mumbling mess under him, tears pricking your eyes as he let go of your neck to smack your ass hard, leaving a red mark on your cheek. You gasped and moaned from the hit, rolling your hips into his rough thrusts. He grabbed you by your chin again, forcing you to look at his face “You’re gonna cum for me understand-m’close-i want you to cum first. You’re gonna be good and cum” He growled, sending a jolt of electricity in your gut and almost immediately forming the knot in your belly. You gave him a desperate nod as the tears finally started falling “I’ll be good-wanna be good for you-im close-im really close” you're voice came out desperately and you could see the smile on jakes face, it was softer than the little smirks you kept catching and he nodded, leaning to kiss your tears away.

“Cum, Cum on my cock baby I know you want to.” He growled and you gasped, almost exactly on cue you came, your back arching the best it could in your position. You spasmed around jake’s cock, making him groan and start thrusting into you harder before he came with a low moan, biting at your neck. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, continuing to thrust into you but slowing down alot, prolonging your orgasms as long as he could before slowly pulling out. You twitched a little as you looked over to him, watching him fully cover his face once more with the mask and put himself back in his boxers. You whimpered, reaching out for him and hearing a chuckle “Don’t worry i’m not done with you yet” He cooed, making a confused look come across your face. He started to pull out handcuffs from his costume making your eyes go wide as you weakly scramble back on the bed but he grabbed you by your ankle, pulling you back and pining you before quickly flipping you over to cuff your wrists behind your back.

Once he knew you couldn’t move he gave your ass one more hard smack before turning and walking away out of your sight. You whimpered and tried turning, looking for him but you heard him hush you, a soothing hand rubbing down your back “i'm right here baby” He chuckled softly and you could feel a toy prodding at your used entrance, making you whine

“No-is t’much-” You tried to say but his hand covered your mouth as he slowly pushed the toy into you, muffling your guttural moan “I decide what's too much for you do you understand?” He moved his hand from your mouth to give you another hard slap on the ass and you cried out but nodded “Yessir!”

“Good slut” He pet your head now as he fully sheathed the toy inside you and you could hear a click before moans and whimpers tumbled out of your mouth from the toy starting to vibrate. He chuckled and started turning the toy up until it was at the highest setting and your moans got high pitched, practically screaming out your pleasure. Jake looked around before grabbing one of his shirts and shoving it into your mouth, muffling your pathetic cries “There we go that's better. Can’t have anyone finding you too soon” He smiled, giving your ass a gentle pat before turning and leaving the room, ignoring your cries and please.

Jake came back in about an hour later, dressed in his normal clothes and a towel in hands. You had soaked the sheets under you, dried tears stained your cheeks as you looked off in the distance at the wall, spacing out unable to focus on anything but the overstimulating pulsing between your legs. First he made sure to turn off the toy, gently easing it out of you before uncuffing your wrists and taking the shirt out of your mouth “Hey baby, c’mere. You look so fucked out you must’ve really enjoyed that huh?” He spoke softly as he pulled your twitching form into his lap, wrapping the towel around you and kissing your forehead. You mumbled something incoherent, making him chuckle and hold you tighter to his chest as he rubbed your back. After a while he slowly got off the bed, picking you up and carrying you with him as he made his way to the bathroom “ill take care of you baby don’t you worry. The bath should be ready now, you can take all the time you need alright? I’ve gotcha”

[rivenbellator-deactivated202510]

Do You Fight?

Jonggun Park

cw/tw: canon typical violence, probably ooc, oc but can be read as reader, fem oc/reader, oc/reader is strong, mild sex jokes, generally sfw

If this is continued, it may change to x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you fight?"

*

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

"So you do fight."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looked angry.

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

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

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

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

"No."

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

It hit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He never saw her coming.

*

[questionablelightyagami]

screw that anon. let me hear some of your other ships so that i can simp more. 😈

AYEEE look my favourite is 100% Dangun and JayDan,,, followed by JakeSinu. The concept of Danielcest is great not just for yay selfcest hot But also I feel like there's a huge possibility to discuss and make Daniels character study and his relationship with himself and his own identity through it

[iloveparkjonggun]

Honestly? How can you NOT ship dancest be so fr right now. Come on, there is a reason why he has so much different forms..

My favorite dancest trope is little daniel x UI big Daniel.. 🥴🥴

I like jaydan too but I'm more of a rarepairer, you know.. and dangun.. oh my god..

[townsinners]

OMGOMGOMG I just discovered ur acc AND IM IN LOVE WITH THE WAY YOU WRITE GUN GURLL ITS JUST- *chefs kiss*

CAN YOU PLEEEASE WRITE A SMUT ABOUT US BEING GUN'S MAID AND HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH HIM cuz it's my fav trope tbh 😩🤌

ANYWAYSS LOVE YAAA MWWAAAAAHH ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Room service

A/n : it’s a little short I know, and I’m so happy you like my writing! Gun probably be my first dude I’d pick to fuck in lookism 😭💗 and I love you to MWAH! 💋

Warning: smut, sexual themed, oral ( male receiving) cunt spanks and fingering!

Pairing: Gun park x f! Reader maid! 💌

“Yes mr Choi, I understand. I’ll tell this to the moron as well, no need to worry about anything consider it done. Ofcourse goodbye sir.”

“Haaa , man this sucks, wouldn’t you agree? Ah right your busy continue.”

Rough hands ruffling your hair by pushing you further into his cock nestling your nose onto his abdomen, cleaning supplies on the floor and some products spilling from their package. It wasn’t as messy as your state tears rolling down causing your vision to blur but mr gun didn’t care at all.

Instead he had his head back groaning eyes closed and cigarette still in his mouth taking puffs and blowing them on your face causing you to cough and not breathe properly and worsening when his cock keeps thrusting back into your abused mouth. He keeps chuckling darkly Everytime your eyes met his. The rumors of you sleeping with him getting worse each time you leave his room straightening your uniform and fixing your hair and cum still leaking out your mouth.

In fact all the other maids envied you, how easily gun grabbed your arm and took you to his room and you didn’t protest just going along since this will ‘ up your salary’ as a small thank you , yet they hated you for it bashing you with words whenever he wasn’t around but you didn’t care because now you had him whisper compliments and praises making you moan softly and rub your clit between your legs.

This didn’t go noticed but he never said anything instead he let you do your thing until a bright idea came in his mind, pulling you up by your arms and you release his dick from your mouth with a wet pop he settled you onto his lap legs spread and one of his hand unbuttoning your blouse to grope at your breasts and one sneaking down your stomach to your panties immediately rubbing circles having you lay your head back against his shoulder and let out low gasps.

This goes on for 10 minutes until he felt bored spanking you roughly making you crack your eyes open and gasp looking up at him with a betrayed look but he just grinned his cigarette smell coming closer onto your clothes and into your system yet you loved it allowing him to continue his rough spanking attack on your poor cunt. But you loved it each time biting your lip and gasping for more, until he plunges his fingers in and finally fingered you completely filling your desires.

You clasp your hands around your mouth and let out silent screams he continues his speed and you cum with a small whimper coaxing his fingers he pulls out and earns a small whine at the loss of contact until you see him lick his fingers while glaring down at you and your small moan leaves your lips.

He pushed you down onto the bed and continued savoring you marking you up completely to make sure the other maids become even more jealous and to make sure you get excited for the next time he calls you in for

“ROOM SERVICE.”