Hi! If it's not too much can I request for a LookismxKiller Peter crossover? (Love them both. Season 2 of Killer Peter is off the charts!). Female Peter reader X Lookism characters. After being betrayed by Glory, Peter miraculously has her youth back and enrolls at J-High to keep a low profile while she plans for her revenge. She did not expect to get involved with the main cast. Especially, getting the unwanted attention of the crazy men that suddenly pops in her everyday life (Gun, Goo, James, etc).
KIller Peter! Reader x Lookism Disaster Trio (Gun, Goo, James)
After eighty years on this miserable stretch of earth, you had been certain there was nothing left that could surprise you.
You had seen empires rise and rot from the inside. You had watched boys become monsters and monsters become legends. You had buried friends, rivals, and enemies alike. There came a point, somewhere in your seventies, when the world lost its ability to astonish you.
Then your body decided to betray every law of nature.
Waking up in the frame you had worn six decades ago should have shattered your mind. It should have sent you into panic. Instead, the shock faded with alarming speed.
Perhaps that was what happened when you'd lived too long.
The stiffness in your joints vanished. The ache that had settled permanently into your bones disappeared overnight. Your lungs no longer burned after a flight of stairs. Your hands no longer trembled when you clenched them.
For years, your mind had remained sharp while your body lagged behind, rusted by time. Now, the two moved together again.
It felt like a master pianist laying his hands on a finely tuned grand piano after decades of practicing on broken keys.
Effortless. Natural. Dangerous. Right back to how you used to be.
The regrets came quickly after that.
You had many. Too many.
After a life spent in blood and violence, it was almost insulting to die from something as mundane as cancer. No final battle. No worthy opponent. Just hospital rooms, antiseptic smells, and your own body turning against you piece by piece. Pathetic.
But fate, in its strange cruelty, had given you another chance.
The one thing that had held you back was gone. Your age. And with it gone, you could finally fix what should have been fixed long ago.
Glory.
That bloated empire built on greed and arrogance had flourished for far too long. And Raphael, that self-righteous bastard sitting at the top of it all, had escaped consequences for decades.
Someone needed to put him in his place. Fortunately, you had never been afraid of difficult work.
The branch office was smaller than the headquarters, but no less secure. You hadn't chosen it by chance.
People often underestimate the value of information.
You had learned long ago that organizations were like trees. The headquarters might be the trunk, but the branches carried everything worth knowing. Personnel movements. Internal reports. Communication channels.
Find the right branch, and the rest unraveled itself.
You slipped over the outer wall before the cameras completed their sweep.
Three guards. The first went down before he even registered your presence. The second reached for his radio. The third tried to shout. Neither succeeded.
You moved through the building like you had done countless times before, footsteps light, breathing even.
Youth had returned your speed.
Experience had never left.
By the time the alarm finally sounded, you were already climbing the stairwell.
A blur appeared above you. Then a fist crashed into yours. The impact sent a sharp vibration through your arm. Solid.
You looked up.
Dark hair. Inverted eyes. A grin that bordered on insanity.
Not bad. This kid had potential. Real potential.
You blinked. His next punch came faster.
A recruit this capable could already stand among the apostles of your time.
Still, there was one thing you possessed that he didn't.
Experience.
GUN PARK:
Your fist met his with a crack that echoed through the empty floor. The bones in his knuckles gave way.
Most men revealed themselves in the first exchange. The hesitant ones flinched. The overconfident ones pushed too hard. This one simply looked delighted.
Then, to your complete bewilderment, he reached for the hem of his shirt. You watched him pull it over his head and toss it aside.
In your eighty years of life, you had seen countless fighting styles. Street brawlers, assassins, martial artists, apostles. Never once had removing one's shirt improved a technique. Perhaps this generation was stranger than you'd thought.
His grin widened as he rolled his shoulders.
"Now we're talking."
He came at you again. His speed wasn't what caught your attention. It was his instincts. The way he adjusted mid-strike. The way he stepped into your space without hesitation.
Are you Raphael’s apostle?
Your fists collided again.
For a moment, neither of you moved. The muscles in his forearm tightened beneath your grip, veins standing out against his skin as he pushed back with everything he had. This is the kind of strength that youth grants you. Wild, reckless, and untested power.
You shifted your weight just enough.
Another sharp crack split the air. His wrist bends the wrong way.
The force behind his punch faltered. Yet instead of wincing, he laughed. Actually laughed. Perhaps he’s a masochist. It’s only natural in this line of work, you think. At some point, you learn to embrace the pain. Though you’ve never quite accepted it with open arms as this young gentleman does.
His eyes shone with something dangerously close to joy.
"Yes," he said breathlessly. "You. Where the hell have you been all my life?"
You clicked your tongue.
Strong as he was, he remained a boy. And you didn't have time for boys. Never did.
Before he could recover, you stepped forward, hooked an arm beneath his shoulder, and sent him crashing onto the concrete. By the time he pushed himself upright, you were already sprinting toward the stairs.
Gun stayed where he was, one hand resting on his injured wrist.
His chest rose and fell quickly. Not from pain. From excitement.
The ache in his arm felt distant compared to the rush coursing through him.
You had read him perfectly. You hadn't hesitated.
And worst of all, you'd left.
He threw his head back and laughed. How long had it been since someone had made him feel this way?
His eyes drifted toward the stairwell where you'd disappeared. He replayed every second of the fight in his head. The calm look in your eyes. The confidence in the way you moved. The body that carried decades of skill with impossible ease.
Broad shoulders. A narrow waist. Muscle built for movement rather than show. Every strike had been efficient, every motion precise.
Beautiful. Your face wasn’t half bad either.
Gun grinned to himself. He wanted another fight.
Not later.
Not someday.
Now.
Why did you have to be in such a hurry?
GOO KIM:
The next floor was strangely quiet.
A blond man sat near the windows with one leg crossed over the other, carefully polishing a sword balanced across his lap.
You recognized the blade immediately. You had seen it before, though you'd never had the chance to test it yourself. A pity.
You walked past him without slowing.
"Hey."
His voice was light, almost lazy.
You ignored him.
"Did you just come from downstairs?"
You heard the soft click of metal being sheathed. Then footsteps.
A hand landed on your shoulder. Friendly at first. Then his fingers tightened. Not enough to hurt, but enough to stop you.
You turned your head slightly. Up close, he looked harmless. His smile was easy, his posture relaxed. But his eyes were watching you carefully.
You'd met enough men like him to know better than to trust appearances.
"I'm looking for something," you said. "Don't become a problem."
His hands lifted immediately. "Easy there." He flashed you another smile. "I'm not an ass-kisser to the cause like Gun is. I won’t hold you back," His head tilted curiously. "I'm just interested." His gaze drifted over you openly.
"How'd you get past him?"
You considered the question. Then you shrugged. "He fights like someone who's never lost."
For the first time, his smile slipped. Only for a second. But you saw it. Enlightenment. Ah youth!
You stepped around him and continued toward the stairs. Behind you, silence lingered. Goo watched your back until you disappeared from view. He rolled your words around in his head.
Someone who's never lost. It sounded simple. Obvious, even.
But the more he thought about it, the heavier it became. Gun was stronger than almost everyone he'd ever met. Goo wants to say he’s stronger, but they’re about even, honestly. Though he does have to give it to Gun, the man was hungrier.
Yet strength had a way of becoming comfortable, dare he say even predictable.
You had seen that after exchanging only a few blows. The corners of Goo's mouth slowly lifted. He rested his sword against his shoulder and looked toward the stairwell.
Whoever you were, you hadn't looked at him with fear. You hadn't looked impressed, either. Just mildly inconvenienced.
He couldn't remember the last time anyone had done that.
JAMES LEE:
The office door stood open. Inside, a man sat behind an immaculate desk. He looked up the moment you entered. Sharp eyes. Sharp smile. Objectively speaking, he’s quite the looker. He could be an idol plastered on billboards advertising some ineffective energy drink. Too bad he works in the underworld.
Even the way he leaned back in his chair felt deliberate. Unlike the others, he wasn't wearing his emotions openly. Nothing about him invited trust.
"Hand it over," you said.
His gaze flicked briefly to your hands before returning to your face. "And what exactly am I handing over?"
"The branch records."
A small smile appeared on his lips. "You know where they are?"
"I know enough."
His expression didn't change, but you noticed the subtle shift in his posture. He’s interested in you, you can tell. Interest, carefully hidden, is still there.
"I'm afraid I can't help you."
You sighed, trying not to roll your eyes.
Young men. No matter the generation, they always thought they were harder to read than they actually were.
You stepped closer. He rose from his chair slowly as though he had all the time in the world. "You've caused a lot of trouble tonight."
"You'll recover."
His smile widened.
"Confident."
"You'd call it confidence."
The two of you circled each other carefully. He moved when you moved.
Every adjustment you made, he mirrored. He’s cautious, observant, and annoying.
Very annoying.
His eyes tracked every shift in your stance, every glance around the room. He was trying to understand you. Which meant he was already expecting an attack.
Fine. You gave him one. You lunged forward. His shoulders tightened as his weight shifted to intercept.
Exactly as expected. Instead of striking him, you pivoted sharply and drove your elbow into the glass wall behind you.
The window exploded outward, and cold air rushed into the office.
By the time he reached the shattered frame, you were gone. The files were gone too. He’d smack himself if he weren’t so impressed.
Far below, the city lights stretched endlessly into the night.
Nothing moved, and no trace remained.
For the first time since you'd entered, surprise crossed his face, not because you'd escaped but because he'd been wrong. He looked down at the broken glass glittering around his shoes.
Who were you? Come back here
He tried suppressing the teenage impulsiveness he’s long moved past. He almost jumped with you. You moved through Glory's defenses like someone who already knew every weakness.
Hello love may i request the sending them lingerie pics but with gun, goo, samuel and Jake?
SNEAK PEEK!
Pairing: gun, goo, Samuel, jake x f! Reader
Warning: sexual theme, doggy style mentioned, mating press!
A/n : it’s finished finally omg.
★ GUN PARK / PARK JONGGUN
Sending this man nudes wasn’t an weird thing at all, considering how much you guys fucked and how dirty you two were together he didn’t blush at the sight of your pictures but when you sent him a black lace set lingerie with his favorite material he couldn’t help but grip his steering wheel wishing he was done driving crystal around.
Finally when he’s off the clock he immediately raced back home to his beloved sinner <3
Watching gun slam the door open and immediately go towards you taking off his blazer he grabs you up and lifts you attaching his lips to yours, and you both propped onto the he couch.
“Show me that set, I wanna see it up close.”
Lifting up your shirt teasingly making him pout jokingly you hurried up revealing the top then strip teasing him while lowering your shorts slowly until he got tired and huffed tugging them down faster and then whistling.
“Do a twirl for me baby, I wanna see the back to..”
But when you twirl he immediately slaps your ass causing you to yelp and he chuckles dragging you down onto his lap when he attaches his lips again but onto to your neck making you shift against his hard on making him groan.
“You look so pretty f’me beauty, now I wanna see it all messed up,”
And with that he sneaks his fingers down your laced underwear and latches onto your neck while you let out noises he loved.
You were worth dropping Crystal off without meeting the chairman. <3
★GOO KIM / KIM JONGOO
oh god this man, this man LOVES nude pictures I’m even sure he would jerk off to them privately while cursing and moaning your name beautifully and whining like a damn baby
He’s filthy , but when you send him a lingerie picture with his favorite color that he told you to get earlier he immediately got off a broken and defeated gang member he just beat up and his eyes beamed reflecting them on his glasses . Stepping over the injured men he skipped to his car saying: my baby is waiting at home, I’ll deal with you all later
“Darling! Where are you? Let me see ya in the set! Don’t be a tease come on out-“
And there you were standing and losing hands on your hips and eyes batting at him, he couldn’t help the smirk grow on his face and he could just cum right there and then if it weren’t for his tight pants holding back the monster wanting to be released.
“Do you like it, goo?”
“Like it? I love it! It matches you perfectly I know I made the right choice telling you to get it why don’t you listen to me first!”
“Just come over here and fuck me moron.”
“Yes ma’am!”
While walking towards you you could swear a flashing light just beamed in his eyes and he throws his glasses away immediately pouncing on you causing a small yell to leave your throat , at the same night you left real ones leave your mouth <3
★ SAMUEL SEO / SEO SEONGEUN
Samuel loves you a lot, your voice your laugh your taking your looks…your nudes. And ofc lingerie pictures , when he’s fighting he knows you’ll send him one but what he didn’t ex left is you to send one while he’s in a meeting with Eugene and the rest..
A small ping caused everyone to turn to Samuel, ‘didn’t I turn off my phone?’ He asked his self pulling his phone from his pocket and when he clicked on your notification immediately taking him to your picture he didn’t notice ryuhei behind him and heard a small uh noise turning to ryuhei he glared making the blondie swear he only liked Mitsuki.. he cursed at you but at the same time he loved it the fact that ryuhei knows your his and just how lucky he is. He couldn’t wait to come back home
“I swear I only have eyes for Mitsuki! She’s all yours I promise-“
“Get out of my face and don’t even look at my phone again without permission.”
Samuel sighed once ryuhei left and the meeting was over, he walked towards the exit to take a small smoking break he called your number and waited after 3 buzzes to pass until you picked up.
“Hey Sammy, liked the picture?”
“Not only I, but a co worker to, now he’s seen lucky bastard..don’t do that again without a warning.”
“Didn’t you like it?” “ I did , but next time-“
“Fine I got it I learned my lesson! When are you done with work?”
“I’ll call you when, and it seems like I gotta teach you another lesson when I come back home.. your in for it.”
“What-“
Before you could protest Samuel hung up leaning his head against the wall he was already imagining you crying on his cock, sucking on it gagging and his hand pushing your head down further while your pathetic eyes looked back up for mercy only to be met with his evil dark ones, how you’d bounce your ass back on him and back arched moaning for more and how you-
“Samuel, Eugene said you’d drive us to the location.”
Fuck, Eli jang. He hated how whenever he’d have these thinking moments of you someone always interrupts. He was holding his self back from slamming Eli into the wall but instead just groaned and walked towards the car with both Eli and Warren following suit.
Guess he’d recreate those scenarios at home for your ‘ lesson’ <3
★ JAKE KIM / GIMYEONG KIM
ah the leader of big deal , fearless and powerful sweet and caring , perverted and mean when he’s balls deep inside you. Your pathetic cries and protests all get silenced when he pushes his lips aggressively against yours and just keeps pounding away
Why? Since you thought sending him a lingerie picture while he was busy trying to fill in papers to get sinu back, since he hadn’t been giving you attention and you decided to act bratty. Now facing the consequences once he slammed the door open.
“you say I’m not giving you attention? Have you gotten lonely my love, my apologies I’ll make up for it now.”
Jake Kim now pushing you further into the bed and legs dangling on his shoulders all while he held the back of your thighs to push into your chest almost near your ears .
“H-hah’ your mean! Stupid…fuhk!!-“
“That’s not nice , you say that but your gripping on to me for dear life look.”
Jake pulls out slowly making you gasp and look up at him with desperate eyes for him to push back into your soaking hole that was clenching around air desperate for friction. Anything, now rubbing back against the tip of his cock whining and he just keeps pulling away holding you in place by your thighs.
“Aht aht aht, didn’t you say I’m stupid? I guess I’ll keep my stupid disease away from you.”
“No! Put it back in…please Jake I’m sorry, I want more don’t pull out fuck!”
“Ask nicely and I might.”
“Fucking put it into me, please moron!”
“It was worth a shot.”
Guess he had to fuck the bratiness out of you, looks like a long night ahead. <3
The reason why Goo is professional at using weapon when fighting, it's because he learnt from his mom who beat him up with that slipper or any other obejcts around.
Gun and Goo is too long, can’t we call them the GG duo instead? I mean, when their opponents see them together, they’re like “ah, gg guys” and also I think there’s a kpop idol group called GG and that would be so babygirl of them
