You know what? Jason finally understands what it feels like to be Bruce.
Right now, watching over his little bird, he gets it. Every time you do a backflip or show off some new trick, he sees it the same spark Bruce must’ve seen when he first brought him to the manor. You’re all energy and laughter, bouncing around like you’ve got lightning in your veins, eyes bright with mischief and pride.
You’re even worse in the streets wild, fearless, unstoppable. And when you look at him, it’s like he’s the one who hung the stars and the moon with his bare hands. To you, Jason Todd is everything the most amazing person in the world.
And for the first time, he really feels it. He gets it through that thick skull of his. Out of every hero in the Justice League, every legend in the Justice League of America he’s your favorite.
Your number one.
You’re so cute, silly, and downright goofy that Jason practically drowns in cuteness aggression every single day. He gets this uncontrollable urge to squeeze you, pinch your cheeks, and tease you just a little because honestly, how could he not?
“Ow! That hurts!” you’d whine, and he’d just raise an eyebrow.
“What did I tell you about going out on your own?” he’d scold, sounding every bit like a frustrated parent.
You practically are his kid at this point. He’ll grab your cheeks and stretch them apart like you’re made of mochi, muttering under his breath about how impossible you are. Deep down, though, he knows you’re the cutest thing on the planet.
You’ve got this habit of climbing on him like he’s a human jungle gym. It doesn’t matter where you are he could be in the middle of a Justice League meeting, explaining tactical plans, and there you’d be, hanging off his shoulders like a little spider monkey. No one even dares to comment anymore. You’re basically part of his uniform at this point.
If Alfred could see you right now, he’d probably scold Jason with that calm, disappointed tone:
“A young child should not be eating BatBurger after patrol, Master Jason. They need a balanced diet in order to grow properly.”
Those words echo in Jason’s head sometimes. All it takes is a little bit of begging, a pout, maybe a tug on his jacket and he’s done for.
You’ve got him wrapped around your finger. Completely.
You fell asleep so easily after patrolit’s honestly adorable. You’d been a whirlwind before, full of energy while fighting criminals and Joker goons, and now here you were, fast asleep against Jason’s shoulder, softly snoring.
And suddenly, he gets it. He understands Bruce now.
You’re absolutely adorable, and the fact that you trust him enough to fall asleep around him it hits him hard. Jason remembers the first time he fell asleep in the manor, next to Bruce. Usually, when he “slept,” it wasn’t really sleeping just closing his eyes and hovering somewhere between exhaustion and awareness. But next to Bruce, back when he was Robin, he’d felt safe. Secure. Like nothing in the world could touch him.
That’s probably what you feel right now, drooling against his shoulder as he drives silently through Gotham’s streets.
You’re an orphan, just like he was. The thought makes his chest tighten, his stomach twist. His hands grip the steering wheel a little too hard.
“That’s somebody’s baby,” he mutters under his breath, voice cracking with guilt.
Because that’s what you are. Somebody’s baby. And here he is, dragging you into danger night after night. You begged to be Robin, begged to fight beside him but knowing what could happen, what almost happened to him, it drives him insane.
He wants to keep you safe from everything the city, the villains, even yourself.
✎𓂃 𐔌 . ⋮ ꜰɪᴄ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ one is plenty but two is double the fun, so what happens when the person your fucking brings their best friend? 18+ MDNI
✎𓂃 𐔌 . ⋮ ꜱᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ [ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ] eren yeager + armin arlet, connie springer + jean kirstein, saturo gojo + suguru geto, kento nanami + ino takuma (NOT A SHIP) x black!fem!reader.
✎𓂃 𐔌 . ⋮ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ threesomes (whole point of the fic… peep the challengers gif), mlm action, use of anime men saying ‘ma/ mama’ (don’t kill me sorry), oral (f + m), dp in v, p in v séx, cũm eating, degradation + praise, male makeouts, cúm play, finger sucking, fíñğèřing, unprotected sèx, eiffel tower/ spit roasting, cunnlings, bondage (nanami’s tie), the word puppy is used once, public sex + getting caught, brat tamming, spanking, and more !
✎𓂃 𐔌 . ⋮ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ most of the parings i have for theses are ships i love an adore, especially eremin and satosugu (gego), if you don’t like theses ships dont attack me.. especially for my two favs, its so clear eren is a LITTLE gay, that a bi or pan man at the most, and armin gay idc bro.. annie should go with mikasa anyways, now im rambling but enjoy xoxo — maddie 💋
for as long as you know eren, you knew he had at least kissed armin once, maybe not a full makeout, and they definitely never fucked to your surprise, but you never thought you see the day where the eren yeager, mr. possessive, ‘if i can’t have you no one will’ ask you if you be willing to do a threesome with his, cute little shy childhood best friend.
the idea shocked you at first? threesome with armin? the that can’t even handle is own liquor at parties? right… but here you still are, maw wide open as armin shoved another inch into it.
“j-jesus…” he stuttered, biting down on his plush kiss swollen lip from how many times eren had kissed him, head thrown back as he continued to gently shove inch after inch of his well thick cock into your open and waiting mouth allll the way deep into your throat, sure to make it raw despite how gentle he was being with you.
eren’s was loud, palpable almost as he groaned from the clench you spasmed around his cock, looking up from your pretty pussy to lean down, hips still pounding you senseless as he spoke into your ear, “oh, you like when armin fucks your mouth, hm? you like being shared like this?”
you nodded rapidly, making armin groan out once again as your throat took him deeper for the nth time, bringing his pale shaky hand to your hair to hold you to his sweaty pelvis, shoving his cock all the way from his base into your mouth again, you moaned eagerly, greed like as his hips moved faster.
“s-s-sorry, sweetheart— shit — i-i’m going to have to get.. rougher, this mouth is so-so.. sweet, fuuuckkk,” he whined, earning a chuckle from the man behind you, who was currently making sure that every inch of his cock was bullying its way to very little space in this pussy, paying her the attention she begged for with the way you were soaking around him.
“losing it, armin?” he teased, moving to place his hand on top of armin’s, now taking his eyes off your drooling cunt to see armins deep pleasure face.
“h-holy shit… ren.” he whimpered, “s-switch.. i gotta see if her pussy is as sweet as her mouth.”
“gladly.”
the two boys switched there position, eren now tapping his leaky tip on your nose, cheeks and lips, and armin, smoothing his large hands over a hand marks eren left on your ass.
“poor thing, eren’s to rough with you.” he mumbled, “let me fix it, pretty girl,” his fingers rolling off your ass down to slick, spreading you open to look at it all, earning a needy little whimper.
“i know, i know.. i’ll take care of it, sweetheart.”
the blonde gently started to press his tip into your cunt, a loud squelch leaving the area along with a tight clench around his tip, “armin..” you whined, looking over your shoulder at his sandy locs.
“focus up here, slut, keep that tongue out.” eren called out, moving your face to look at him again, tap tap taping his red angry tip onto that tongue, sliding it all over it, white beads of precum starting to cover the pink muscle.
the loud, pap, pap, could be heard from behind you, armins deep strokes that poked and prodded your gummy walls, not as rough as eren— he would never! but deep and hard, forcing him to hold your hips back so they wouldn’t run from his thrust.
“min…. fuck!” you cried before eren put his full cock down your throat, immediately pushing your head down allll the way to his base, your nose brushing against his curly hairs on it, tasting yourself on longgg tan length.
despite the gag and glob of spit you let out, you didn’t stop, tongue licking the underside of his cock, teasing the twitching veins and swallowing down more precum, every moan that you tried to let out vibrated around his tip, causing the long hair boy in front of you to groan.
“just like that, fuuckkk… such a good slut, keep going.” he praised.
armin’s little pants and deep whines and whimpers filled both your ears, skin on skin slapping back anytime he moved, this thumb working at a steady angle and fast space onto your clit.
“shit nnnghh!— your so tight, s’good for me, baby,” he panted, head thrown back in pleasure.
your cunt fluttered around him again, pulling another drop of precum around them, a thick white ring forming around his cock anytime he bottomed out.
eren wasn’t letting up ether, didn’t matter that you were starting to have tears in your eyes from how many times his cock tried to go deeper from it should, he wasn’t stopping, chasing his release.
your legs began to shake from the pleasure from both ends you were getting, if it wasn’t for eren’s dick down your throat you’ve would’ve been already crying out, the tight build in your stomach continued to form as armin fit that pretty perfect spot inside you, tip kissing your cerxiv wall each time with each innnnn and outttt.
“g-gonna cum..sweetheart your gonna make me cum!” he groaned, rubbing little circles into your hips, eren’s mocha eyes looking onto the ocean of armin’s.
he reached down to slow your hips from bouncing back, smirking as armin let a whiny moan in protest, “you wanna cum, min?” he teased.
“y-yes.”
“yes, what?”
“yes, eren.. please let me cum,” the words begrudging rolled off this tongue, cheeks burning deeply as he pleaded.
he gripped harder on your hips, eren’s hands covering them from moving until, he started to rock your hips back and forth into his best friends dick, watching the pleasure build on his face again.
“eren…” he moaned, trying to retake control of what he was having before he shushed him, “relax, you said you wanted to cum,” eren teased.
you were stupidly fucked down in the middle of there… bromance while eren’s sticky salty tip still lodged deep into your throat, all you could do was suck, hollowing out your cheeks.
“fuckk, there you go baby… look so pretty with my dick between your lips.”
the build of your climax started to overwhelm, tears finally falling down your cheeks as muffled moans spilled from your maw.
then finally, you felt it, eren dick twitch in your mouth before you heard him groan, “m’cumming..”
the long ropes of white heat started to flow into your mouth, overfilling the cavity of your maw, throat budging as you slurpppedd it down, your climax rolling riight out of you with the over sensation.
armin followed right after, shoving himself all the way to your cervix, letting out a deep whimper as he shakily and shallow thrusted, pulling out slowly and letting his now dribbling cock sit on you ass cheeks.
“there you go, min, didn’t that feel good?” he spoke, gently caressing your scalp as you started to swallow his seed.
“mhm.”
eren pulled his dick out of your maw with a squelch, spit covering every surface of it before he rolled onto his back, pulling you onto him, your ass meeting his chest as he spread your legs, knees over his wrists.
his fingers trailed down to your swollen bud, circling it to get a little cry out of you before speaking, “look at all that mess you made, min.”
eren used two of his fingers to spread you open, watching the heaps of cum roll down onto his stomach as you twitched in his hold, eyes on armin as he stared down at your filled pussy, flush spreading on his face.
“oh my—“ eren shushed him in his tracks, rolling his fingers down to push back some of the cum into your hole again, smirking as your head fell back at the fullness, he motioned to how easy you fell apart from a few measly fingers.
“rennn..” you slurred, cockdrunk and overstuffed by his fingers.
“cmere, armin, come lick this off my fingers,” just as quickly as he shoved them into your pulse walls he drawled them out, bringing them up to the blondes lips.
armin opened hesitantly, the first nervous lick of tasting the mix of you and him on his fingers before he started to lap, swirling his tongue over the design of eren’s finger tips, anything to please his best friend.
“taste good, don’t ya’?” he teased, shoving his fingers into his friends pallet with choked whimper from armin, in which he responded with an eager ‘mmmm!’
ᴄᴏɴɴɪᴇ ꜱᴘʀɪɴɢᴇʀ + ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴋʀɪꜱᴛᴇɪɴ
at first this little idea seemed totally crazy to you, connie and jean , your friends for years had proposed a porno plan to you to let them take you to ‘paris’ in y’all’s shared apartment when sasha was gone.
at first you were skeptical.. connie the dumbass and jean the sore looser lover boy.. both fuck you, but as you started to dwell on such idea you couldn’t help but start to get turned on at the idea.
you decided to take this to plan, fine. try it once, see how good your best friends dick could be.
both men were ecstatic, once you gave in, wasting no time to fuck you into a cock drunk slut by the end of the night.
you laid limp on connie’s bed, sheets a mess from gripping them every time jean somehow stretched you further onto his dick this night, leaving your pussy sensitive and sweet for the overgrown buzz cut that was spreading your legs wider to taste the mess he left.
as his dark eyes met the super soaker of a pussy he smirked, gently rubbing your shaking legs from the climax you just faced.
“still sooo soaked, mama.. i thought you’ve passed out by now,” he cooed, laying a gentle kiss onto your overwhelmed clit.
jean pulled your upper half into his lap, positioning you so that he was holding your overstimulated limp body up.
“you can take a little bit more, right? this pussy is telling me you can..” jean muttered into your skin, fingers trailing down to your swollen lips to part them, running his thick digits around your puffy cunt, pushing the mixture of both men’s cum back inside it with a squelch.
“yes, i-i can..”
connie gray tuffs of hair rubbed against your thighs as he smirked up at you, taking his eyes off the clenching cunt in front of him, whom was currently squeezing around jeans fingers.
“good girl… i was hoping that you wouldn’t tap out from two rounds, i still wanna play with this pretty pussy,” he chuckled, lowering his head back down to flick your clit again, watching you squirm before jean held you in place again.
“relax, girl, you want us to make you feel good, right?” he muttered before kissing your forehead “want us to make you dumb on just our fingers, hmm?”
you gave a weak nod, letting your head fall back onto the mullet man’s shoulders as his best friend started to lap at the cum spilling out of you, slurping sounds and lewd wet tongue flicks filled the room.
jean didn’t stop while connie slurped at your pussy, his fingers worked in you slowly, pulling and pushing in deep, keeping you spread enough that connie could lick between them and get another slow lap.
your needy whimpers filled the air at the dual stimulation, hips jerking back and forth against connie’s tongue and face.
“needy girl, you need another orgasm, hm? getting a bit greedy aren’t you, ma?” he muttered against your pussy, eyes trailing back up to look at the slutty expression on your face.
he chuckled at that, leaning back down and slapping the inside of your thigh, “spread wider, baby, i gotta spoil this pussy properly.”
jean helped you spread wider with the lift of his free hand, holding one of your legs to your chest while the other stayed on top of connie’s shoulder.
connie licked up your slit again, watching your face form into a ‘o’ from the sensation, as he continued jeans thumb gently rolled your clit around, curling his other two digits deeeppp into that swollen hole.
his two fingers poked and prodded inside you, softly rubbing against that gummy spot inside you, applying light smooches to your cervix, extracting cries and whimpers from you.
a loud slurp could be heard from connie, forcing your hand to come down hard into his hair to pull him closer, a plead without saying words for him to not stop his sloppy tongue on your cunt.
your legs twitched weakly by connie’s head, puffy walls started to contract on jeans fingers, your needy cries turning into full on overstimulated sobs as you continued to rock yourself on mixture of jeans fingers and connie’s tongue.
“atta girl, use us correctly… your so close, aren’t you?” jean mumbled right by your ear.
“please — hic — i w-wanna — need to!—“ a broken string of sobs left your throat, but your pleading didn’t go unnoticed by jean.
connie was too far lost in your pussy, not even lifting for air to even coax and comfort your shaking, sobbing body, more focused on making his favorite girl cum on his face.
jean rolled his eyes at his antics, before rubbing the side of your cheek, wiping away tears from overwhelming build of the hard climax waiting to come down (pun intended).
“does my sweet girl want to cum? are we making you feel too good, losing your mind, sweetheart?” he teased, kissing down your neck with a smile.
“pleasepleaseplease!”
another flic of connie’s tongue made you cry out, hips shuttering onto his face as it finally drew you over, orgasm crashing over you so hard that your vision whitened at the edges.
jeans fingers helped you ride out the brain numbing pleasure as connie licked his lips clean, rubbing the side of your thigh.
“poor girl, you made a mess,” he teased, wiping his chin and bottom half of his face with the back of his hand, leaning back down to lick the leftover ecstasy on your thighs.
“stop teasing her connie, she’s shaking like a baby dear,” he rubbed your inner thigh to try and calm you down.
connie slowly stood up, smirking before pressing another teasing kiss to your clit, “alright, let’s get you cleaned up ma..”
ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ + ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ ɢᴇᴛᴏ
the whole class had went out for drinks after a successful mission, you included, once again you found yourself talking to the two at the bar.
you should’ve known better when shoko left you alone at a bar, you should’ve know better than to stare at the two clearly infatuated men who kept eye fucking you, and you should’ve stopped flirting with them.
in a matter of less than thirty minutes they drove you back to their shared apartment, sat you right on their couch and began the onslaught torture that they call foreplay.
you’re sat in gojo’s lap, lips locked with his plush soft ones, hands gripping the back of your ass as he rocked you over the bulge in his pants, which did nothing to hide how thick he was.
his lips locked with your own as he continued to slowly move you back and forth, watching you tremble everytime his clothed slit of his cockhead caught onto your clit, only to pass your tingling lips to his friend the moment he let go, tongue sliding in and out of your maw.
every time you gasped geto’s tongue found its way to the sweet spot of your mouth, saliva string holding the two of you together as intense gaze held deep before letting go of your face and squished cheeks.
he looked at his dazed friend who some how was flushed from the site of geto tonging you down, made the long strand man smirk.
“i can share, satoru,” he leaned down to push you between both of their thick chest as he started to kiss satoru lips.
his hands faltered on your moving hips as he let out a needy moan against geto’s lips, hips bucking upwards to chase the heat that he couldn’t focus on anymore, to busy sliding his own tongue against his best friends.
another little whimper left your lips as his hips bucked again, dick pressing against your ruined panties, the noise made geto stop to speak.
“satoru, your toying with her,” geto called out, whom stood behind both of you bodies on the couch, staring at the damp spot on your panties, dress rolled up to your hips.
“she likes it—“ he moved his fingers to press on the slick, drawing a needy moan from your maw. “—see?” he smirked.
geto rolled his eyes at his friends cocky smirk and chuckle, leaning down to start to kiss and nip at the cavity of your neck, hands moving to grab your clothed breast.
satoru took that as is cue to go back to kissing that needy mouth, chasing those lips that were to busy letting out little gaps and small moans from getos sensation.
the dark haired man rolled his finger over your nipples, pinching the peak to watch you arch into his lighter hair counterpart body, making him chuckle.
“can you take both of our cocks, baby?” satoru pulled back to speak, fingers trailing from there planted spot on your ass to rub the slick fabric back and forth, letting it catch on your clit over and over.
“w-what?”
“we haven’t even started yet, don’t tell me your going dumb already..” he chuckled, sliding the black lace to the side to bring his long fingers to slide up and down those soaked lips.
getos clothes cock was right against your ass, so close and stuck between the two of them as satoru explored that soaked pussy.
geto hand moved from your over sensitive nipple to guide satorus fingers into your weeping hole, “sooo wet, princess,” he cooed.
you whined in response, finger tips prodding your hole as both of their two fingers entered you, stretch was dizzying as another whiny mess of a moan left your lips.
the slick sounds of each set of two fingers filled the living room, satorus thumb rubbing your clit while geto moved his two other fingers with his in and out of that hole, each little drop of honey slick decorated his pale fingers nicely.
“i’ll ask my question again, can you fit both of our cocks, baby, or do we have to make them fit?” he drawled, watching the way your eyes rolled back in blissed out pleasure.
“yes—yesyes, i can!”
“good, start with geto’s, fuck yourself onto him to be ready for my dick.”
geto helped slide down your panties to your ankles, the sound of his belt unbuckling followed a drawl of his zipper and heavy cock springing onto the flush of your ass.
“breath in, sweetheart, your going to take it alll.”
satoru lifted your ass up, letting your head fall onto his broad shoulder as his friend held down to the lower half of your back, arching as he slid his heavy cock head between your folds, whimpers and whines feeding his overwhelming string of precum rolling onto the surrounding area of your pussy.
the stretch as his leaking cockhead slid in eagerly, forcing you into his friends warm chest as white haired man lifted your ass up.. down, up.. down, up and down again onto geto’s greedy cock.
geto’s thrust met the clap of your ass each time, skin on skin hitting so heavy that it started to flush.
“getooo!” you sobbed into satoru’s shoulder, nails clawing at the disheveled clothed top of his jujutsu uniform, “s-so big!”
“sweet girl, you promised you take us both,” geto tutted, moving his pale long fingers over satoru’s hands to keep you still as his cock explored your greedy hole.
the deep pap! pap! pap! that was his dick hitting the gummy walls of every crevice of your pussy was pure bliss, eyes rolling back as his tip kissed the soft spot soo deep and so hard to your cervix.
satoru’s thumb and fingers played with your clit, rolling and flicking the over sensitive pleasure filled bud until it was swollen and throbbing, his mouth greedily sucked your hardened peak of you nipples to overwhelm every sense you had.
a mixture of both names played on your lips over and over as the duel sensation sent a tingly feeling in your spine, toe curling overstimulation from both men.
“shhh, sweetheart, we have neighbors you know,” geto cooed, coming to a torturous stop as the gummy spot in your walls clenched around him, making him wince.
he tutted before slapping the fat of your ass, legs twitching as the stingy feeling, “you’re going to cum, huh? without saturo… so rude.”
“sucha’ naughty girl, won’t let me in on any of the fun?” satoru grinned, the sound of his zipper loud in the room, cock springing out in front of your trapped body.
your mouth gapped open at the site of his huge cock head, tip flushed and angry, precum dripping down the pale shaft onto the frosty bunch of stands connecting his body.
"lift your hips for me, you got a lot to take," he chuckled, lightly tapping your thighs.
suguru helps lift your hips and body as his 'friends' cock slides in against his own into your pulsing pussy, stretch unbearable from taking both of their heavy dicks to the depths of cervix.
the rymth that both of the started was maddening, couch underneath you creaking at the shared weight, sounds of skin slapping filling the room as they both pound into that hole.
your eyes rolled back helplessly at the full feeling, drool rolling down your chin while your brain turns off any other feeling but pleasure and a satisfying need to cum.
"awhhh, are we fucking you dumb? you like taking two dicks like this? you love this, hmm?" satoru grabs the fat of your face to make him look at his face, watching the little babbles and pleads that flowed out of your plush lips on your squished out blissed face.
suguru let out a barely held laugh, meeting satoru’s dick once again as it hit back into your tight pussy, “answer satoru or we stop, darling.”
“yes!” you babbled, walls pulling both of them deeper with shared groan from both men, clench so tight it made suguru wince.
"shit... your going to make me cum," the long haired man behind you groaned, thrust turning sloppy.
satoru was slowly following up right after surugu, the room filling with the mixture of both the men's names on your lips between each sob from pleasure you were letting out.
your climax came with hard down with your vision whiting as you fell into snowy haired man in front of you, nails clawing into his broad shoulders as you formed a frothy ring between both dicks still inside you.
satoru lips parted with a barely concealed mixture of groans and moans, head falling back as he slams your overstimulated pussy on both of their lengths.
your babbles and pleads turned on death ears as they both pounded into you, "s-so close... fuck! m'cumming.. ohhh shit!" his head fell back onto the hard back of the couch, long white ropes filling inside deep of your pussy, walls squeezing both of their cockheads tight.
suguru hands grip your hips tighter as he follows right after, biting down on his plush lips hard as his cock twitched at the hilt of your pussy, watching the cum drip alll the way down onto the fat of your thighs, porcelain ropes staining to the skin.
the room was filled with both of the men’s shared pants and your sniffles from sobbing, satoru rubbing on your twitching clit slowed as suguru shushed your little hiccups from crying.
“sucha’ good slut..” he smirked, “can you go again, puppy?”
ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ + ɪɴᴏ ᴋᴜᴍᴀɪɴᴏ
you had been teasing ino for weeks since joining jujutsu tech, flashing him by swearing your ‘cursed energy’ broke the buttons on your uniform.
or when you write scandalous notes on the back his papers while gojo is teaching, forcing him to excuse himself to the bathroom so that he doesn’t cum his pants.
or even that one time where you got mad at him and shoved his mask over his face so that you couldn’t ’see his shitty face’, it turned him on bad, and he couldn’t help it.
the new special grade had been burned deep into his mind, deeper than the need to get nanami’s recognition and recommendation, he couldn’t take it much longer before he came himself in class from your senseless teasing.
he already had enough balls to ask you to be his girlfriend, but he didn’t expect this torture to develop by your freakish self getting to comfortable with him.
his exhibitionist of a girlfriend was getting on the tip of his nerves in the best way possible, and today was no different, he was so beyond aching hard.
ino needed to take his mind off you so instead he went to go get a coffee, bring it to nanami to try and start some small talk that would end with him begging for a his recommendation.
that’s when he found you, in nanami’s office, doing good knows what other than to be here to tease him.
not today.
his control snapped the moment he saw your face, pushing you hard onto nanami’s desk with no remorse nor care for the unlocked door, and immediately kissing you hard.
he could barely contain himself as your legs wrapped around his hips, creating a safe heaven inside your pussy which he wouldn’t pull out of even if he tried.
“fuckin’ god.. you’re such a s-slut,” he groaned, lips above your parted ones that were trying their best to hold in moans.
his thrust shook the desk slightly, soo far gone and deep inside you that their was no point and running, especially not with the way he was exploding you with no mercy, watching your face twist and turn with a pleasure filled bliss.
his hands squeezed deep on your thighs as he continued to pound into the sweetest spot inside you, pelvis hitting against your clit in the most sweet way, causing your pussy to clench and drool around him.
he winced into your shoulder, moving one of his hands to cover your mouth as you moans started to get louder, “shhhh, baby, we don’t wanna get caught—“
“caught by whom, ino,” the brooding voice nanami cut through both of y’alls pleasure, his thrust stopping as quick as possible, leaving you to let out a needy whine against his palm.
“s-sir i’m so sorry, i can’t believe this went this far—“
kento held up a hand to silence him, walking in deeper to the room and gently kicking the door shut behind him, locking it and standing by it.
“no, no, i’ve seen what that… brat has been doing to you all week, please continue,”
“mr. nanami, are you s-sure? you won’t report me to the higher ups for public indecency?”
“nope,” he popped the ‘p’, walking closer to his desk, looking at the forgotten coffee that sat at the edge of it.
“i think this brat is enjoying this a little to much, shall we fix that, ino?”
you slowly sat up on your elbows, looking around as ino held back a smirk of agreement, pulling out with a wet pop.
“inoo! what the fuck—“
he shook his head, teeth still biting down on his shit eating grin.
“ino, as your mentor i never thought i would have to teach you how to do something on this level, but i can’t stand to see you be so unskilled in his measure,” he walked closer to you, rasing a brow at your pouty face before looking between the both of you to ask for silent permission.
once everyone was okay, he started to loosen his tie, wrapping it around his thick palm, “ino come hold your girlfriends legs for me,” he ordered, which the brunette followed with out question, holding your legs spread open.
kento’s hand stretched down to apply a hard smack to your clit, watching as you cried out and tried to jerk away from the sting.
“shhh, you can count, right, darling?” he muttered, voice soft and soothing compared to the way he was handling you.
you let a sheepish nod, “perfect, count as many times as i do this till I'm satisfied,” he chuckled.
the slaps continued, leaving your bud twitching and stinging from every harsh touch, the area becoming flush as he reeled another one back, hips jerking upwards to the to the pain.
“one…two! — fuck nnghh! — t-three, f-f-four..” you panted as the pleasures filled pain hit your lower half again, “s-seven..”
the sting started to bring tears to your eyes, but it also brought a tight coil deep in your lower tummy, a cry left your sniffling face as you started to climax, making kento pause, unreadable expression on his face.
“did ether of us say you can cum, darling?” he tutted, giving you a shamed look while your legs weakly twitched.
“my poor girl, you needed that, hmm?” ino mumbled, his softer touch and hand coming down to rub the stinging and pulsing bud like he could soothe it.
you whimpered as he started to touch you, kento slipping off his suit jacket and unbuttoning the few top buttons in his blue collared button up.
“ino, we don’t reward brats, that’s why she acts the way she does,” he scoffed, watching as ino pulled his hand away.
“r-right, ermmmm— who said you can cum, baby?”
“n-no one.. but i really needed too—“
ino shushed you, lifting you off the desk on wobbly legs before bending you over the edge, “i gotta punish you, baby, you know how to listen.” he muttered.
your pussy was on full display to both men, flushed and clenching around nothing, panties at you ankles while your skirt was tugged upwards.
kento walked behind you, moving his hand down towards your thighs, to gather some of mess you made on yourself, “do you deserve to be touched, sweetheart?”
you gave an eager nod, hips bucking into his hold before he slapped down on your ass hard, “don’t lie just because your needy,” he scoffed.
his thumb carefully spread your slick folds apart, rubbing that sensitive bud again before moving it back down to your weeping cunt, pushing the thick finger in with a smile, watching as you tried to buck away from the fullness.
“take what nanami gives you, baby, just like how you take what i give you,” ino walked to the front of you, pulling your head up by your hair, caressing your scalp
kento’s thumb poked and propped its self to the deepest spot of your pussy, wet squelch after squelch as he played with your misbehaving cunt.
you let out a loud moan, giving ino enough room to tap his own fingers in your mouth, feeling the wetness of your maw, he groaned.
“open wider, please,” he removed his fingers to replace it with his leaking cock head, tip red and angry as the precum tried to cool it down by running down his shaft.
you opened your mouth wider as the heavy object tapped on your mouth and tongue, only pushing in the tip so that he wouldn’t overwhelm your sweet heaven of a mouth, groaning anytime your tongue flicked against the underside of his tip.
you greedily moaned against him as kento’s other hand slapped your ass again, “focus on us both, sweetheart, or your not getting ether of us to fuck you,”
you let out a whimper around ino, rocking your hips back and forth on nanami’s thick thumb, clenching around him as it graced against your cervix, making your eyes whiten at the edges, muffled moans vibrating around ino’s heavy dick that you continued to greedily suck him.
“i think she wants to cum again,” he teased, leaning down to your ear to kiss the crown of it before he leaned down to your neck “am i right, darling?”
you gave him a eager nod, only for him to pull out his thumb, stopping all the pleasure before wrapping his tie the thickness of your thighs.
ino pulled out of your mouth, panting from the pleasure as he walked behind you, sliding his cock between your over sensitive pussy, tap, tap, tapping it on your slutty pussy.
“god, baby, you must really like this.. your dripping all over my dick,” he teased, pushing the tip in and out of you, watching as you clenched around him every time he tried to pull out.
“my greedy girl, you want this dick, don’t you?”
“yes, ino..” you whimpered, moving your hips over him again before he held them down
“then take it, allllll of it,” he began to push inside, moving his hand that was holding your hips down to the soft spot on your tummy where he was starting to make indent, giving you no time to adjust as he started pounding deep and hard against the desk.
the lewd sounds of mixture of you sobbing his name and the sound of him pounding your pussy in filled the office, all of his control had snapped hard, harder than his hips that wouldn’t let up.
his dick stretch you sooo good, making your eyes roll back and legs tremble, his hand didn’t even need to play with your clit, not with the way it rubbing against the desk in a perfect manor.
his hand stayed put on pushing on the heavy bulge in your tummy, the other one holding your head down to the desk, your maw drooling on the wood.
“pleasepleaseplease!” you didn’t even know what you were begging for, brain melting at the sheer force of him filling you up.
“your getting real loud, sweet girl, do i need to shove my cock in your mouth?” kento cooed, bulge huge in his slacks as he started to take it out, stroking the tan long shaft in front of your face.
ino panted behind you, watching the scene in front of him with a groan, head falling back as he give little to any mercy as he reached that soft spot in you, feeling you pulse and contract as his cock touched that gummy bliss over and over.
pap! pap! pap! filled the room along with both men’s barely concealed groans, “fuckkkk, i’m going to cum in this pussy, c-c-can i, baby, pleaseplease—“ he pleaded.
you couldn’t even respond to ino with the way kento was reaching his climax to, “open, sweet girl, i want you to swallow my cum,” he ordered.
your legs started to shake, attention from both ends made your toes point as you started to reach that point.
ino pushed down on your stomach again, and with a scream you came, gushing around his dick with a hard clench, he almost whimpered at the feeling.
“f-fuck, m’cumming, cumming—!” he groaned, removing his hand from your hair to hold your hips as he reached the hilt of your pussy, thick ropes spilling out deep into you, as his head fell forward, shallow thrust pushing it as deep as it could go, forming a white ring around his cock.
kento’s dick was lightly placed on your tongue as he started to cum, holding your jaw so that you would swallow it all with ease, a few drops getting on your chin and the desk that he would be happy to make you lick up.
he bit down on his lip to hold back any groans as he leaked into your mouth, cum flowing down your throat as you greedily swallowed more.
“s-shit you’re so good, baby, took me so well..” ino rubbed the red flesh on your ass from kento hitting it so hard earlier, panting hard.
“don’t tap out yet, darling, you haven’t even felt my dick in you yet,” kento smirked, pulling it out of your mouth with a pant.
Got this idea because of this post, so literally just smut with barely any plot
Warnings: (i've never written smut before.. thats the warning.) Homelander, swearing, whimpering, bottom!homelander, choking, cowgirl position..
The day started for you busy as hell. You woke up and were immediately being bombarded by assistants. You were needed for a shoot, a meet and greet, a conference, a supe event. Just a bunch of shit that Homelander didn't give a fuck about.
He's usually okay when you're busy because he typically has a lot to do too and when he missed you, he can always just make them stop what you're doing so he can spend time with you. He's needy like that.
Today wasn't one of those days though. You were still doing stuff when Homelander finished, and for whatever reason, he couldn't stop you in the middle of what you were doing which made him angry.
But you banned him from using his lasers and killing people so he resorted to sulking and being a pouty bastard.
When you were done finally, he just sat in the corner of the penthouse. Pouting. Leaving you annoyed because you had to listen to his super loud fucking sighs.
Which lead you to now. Pushing Homelander down onto the bed harshly, an irritated scowl on your face as you drop your underwear and climb on top of him.
You huff and begin to take off his suit and boxers.
"You're so fucking annoying, John. Crying over some bullshit all the time. I was busy, so the fuck what? Get over yourself, actin like you gon melt because I didn't spend every last second of my day with you shit."
You grumble, arousal growing in your stomach as he whimpers under you. The pout on his face growing larger as he holds your hips and stares up at you.
"But.. darling I just missed you so much and-and I just wanted-"
You cut him off with a soft groan, pushing your hands on his chest as you sink down onto him slowly. A sharp exhale escaping him as he feels you.
"Mmfff-fuck! Baby please go slow.. please? Needed you all day a-and I haven't-"
"I know, I know. Fuckin baby, haven't blown a load all day. Yea yea. Don't cum until I say so, kay? You know the rules."
At that John whines again, nodding once before rolling his hips up into you. His hands gripping your waist as he whines and moans out. Turning his head into the pillow to try and muffle his own sounds, until you grab his jaw and hold his face straight up.
With your one hand on his jaw, the other one uses his chest as leverage to bounce yourself on his cock. Up, down, up, down. A smooth, slow pattern that has him whimpering and begging for you to let him go faster.
"Darling I'm sorry. S-so sorry I just wanted you- fuck! Wanted you to be with me.. Spend some- mm- time with me. Please just.. just let me go faster. Promise I'll be good. Promise."
You just stare down at him, your hand sliding off his jaw and back down to his chest.
"Stop moving your hips."
John lets out a choked gasp at your words and whines desperately. Frowning, he shakily stops, letting his hips drop onto the bed.
"Good boy.. keep listenin' so good f'me and I won't edge you mkay? Can you do that?"
You whisper to him lowly, your tone saccharine sweet, and you're definitely lying. You'll edge him at least twice before you let him cum because that's just how you were. But he ate up the nice act every time. So like the obedient dog he is, he nodded and stared up at you like you hung the moon and stars.
Slowly, you drag your hips up and roll them back down. Letting him suffer with this pace for a few more moments before deciding that you'd speed up.
A few soft moans escape you when you roll your hips just right, making him hit your g spot. Meanwhile, John lays below you suffering, unable to fuck back up into you.
"Please! Please! , you feel so good.. mm lemme make you feel good. Promise I'll make it up to you for bein bad today baby please.. fuckkkk"
You grin and shake your head, panting as the sound of wet plaps and skin slapping against each other fills the room. A few more bounces and you'd be close. So you held off, slowing your pace to edge John.
"Uh uh. Bad boys get what baby?"
"Mmm.. p-punishment"
"Exactly. And what were you being today?"
"A-..a bad boy"
You hum and nod, gasping softly as your stomach tightens. This had to be the third time John's dick twitched in that harsh way it did when he was gonna cum. Which meant he was already close three times.
Fine, you'd begrudgingly let him cum. Grunting, you press the heels of your palms into his chest, picking up the pace as you nod at him.
"Come on, up."
John's eyes light up at that and he knows what time it is immediately. He grips your hips tightly and ruts up into you deeply. So hard it makes your toes curl a little. The knot in your stomach is tightening, and you feel yourself getting closer
"Johnny baby.. baby cum with me yea? Fffffuck that's it"
John's whines get breathier and breathier, throaty groans and moans leave him as he slams his hips up into you. Finally, his thrusts begin to get messy and you can feel when his hips half lock before he lets out a loud whimper of your name. His hips lock up and he cums right inside you just as you cum all over him as well.
"Ohhh fuck.. thank you baby.. thank you, thank you, thank you. Gonna be a good boy from now on, I swear"
You roll your eyes in disbelief. Scoffing at him quietly, you peck his cheek gently and hum as he twitches inside of you again. Sure he'll be good. Totally.
He's definitely not gonna be even more of a brat so you peg him next time.
༄.° ┊ sammie “preacher boy” moore x farmer’s daughter! black! fem! reader
༄.° ┊ showin’ your favorite preach you around the farm!
༄.° ┊ fluff! mentions of racial discrimination! 30s in the south! cussing! sammie is a painful flirt!
the sun hung low, languid and lazy, like molasses drippin’ off a spoon. the dry earth, history buried beneath the sediment, fills the air, paired harmoniously with the faint sweetness of wild honeysuckle. thick dust floated in narrow golden rays. you sat easy in the saddle of your old mare belle, made tangles like summer vines and dark eyes steady as fading light. horses out here weren’t just animals— they were partners, pullin’ wagons, hullin’ shit loads of wood and carrying’ you throw the stick southern heat when dirt roads turned to mud.
your curls/coils sprung wild and free, summer vines climbing a fence. your momma always said, “they perfect just the way god made ‘em.”
you wore a soft, faded-colored— maybe a sun-washed blue or purple (passed down from your mother), and sturdy boots you’ve stomped in a million fields.
down the outstretched dirt lane, the rumble of a worn-out car cut through the quiet. dust kicked up and curled behind like a restless ghost, swirling lazy and fed in the fading sun. the car was battered and dusty— no polish or shine to hide the miles or journeys it endured.
but, it carried who you’d been waitin’ for.
you excitedly slid from belle’s back, boots crunching’ on dry straw and lil’ bugs if you bend down and squint. you stepped toward the porch where sammie’s folks stood. his mama’s soften behind tired smiles, and his papa’s face weathered but kind. you wiped dust off your calloused hands on your faded dress and politely tipped your head in greeting.
“afternoon, mrs. moore, mr. moore,” you said gentle, voice carryin’ just enough warmth to settle in the evening air, “glad ya’ll made it safe. lovely to see you.”
mrs. moore nodded, “thank you, missy. pleasure to see you as well.” mr. moore gave a slow, steady nod that felt like a promise.
you stepped back, immediately catchin’ sammie’s chestnut eyes from across the hard. he was leaning against your porch, that stupid, easy grin tugging at his lips already.
“ooo look who’s showin’ up all fancy,” you teased, voice soft and teasin’ like a breeze through magnolia leaves. “preacher boy.”
he cocked his head, slow and shook like molasses syrup, eyes bright, catching the golden sun. “n/n,” he returned the energy.
you titled your head, e/c eyes twinkling, “still got that damn guitar?”
he smirked, steppin’ a lil closer, “still got that damn toast piss on ya dress too.”
you laughed easy, the sound warm and bright. before you knew it, he was pulling you in real close, arms wrapped around you like a worn quilt— familiar, steady, safe.
“reckon if you keep ol’ boy out the house too long, he gon’ get dirty,” you nodded toward the guitar rested by the porch. he didn’t even bring the case— he was planning to have that thing in his hands all day.
after a moment, you pulled back, eye’s gleamin’, “come on, i wanna show you somethin’.”
| ⟡ ˙🐎 ̟
you led sammie into the barn, the smell of hay and horse settlin' like a warm blanket. belle stood patiently, her big brown eyes peering down on you both with a quiet trust. a horse whined nearby, the sound carryin' soft and sure in the evening air.
"this here's belle," your voice steady and admirable as you step up, "she's stubborn as a mule, but she pulls her weight," you scratch behind her ear, " we use her to haul the wagon, carry wood, and when them roads get slick, she's the only way to town."
sammie reached out, fingers brushing through belle's mane, a slow smile playing on his lips, "she's got that fire in her. like you."
you laughed, pearly whites catching the light, "wait till you meet ol' blue-- he's got a mind of his own. but, i'll save that interaction for later. "
the horses stood quiet as the sun dipped low, the orange rays bleeding into the large open windows and cracks through the wood.
you reached for the stiff-bristled brush hanging on a hook and handed it to sammie. "here," you said softly, "this one's for takin' the dust off. gotta brush in the same direction as their hair, slow and steady."
sammie took the brush, fingers unsure but eager, and you guided his hand gently down belle's neck. the mare shivered, leaning into the touch as if she knew she was in good hands.
"see?" you smiled, "she likes that. horses don't take kindly to rough hands."
he laughed, a little embarrassed, but careful, brushing with slow, gentle strokes. "like with people, huh?"
you nodded, heart flutterin' in that chest of yours, "yep," you popped the p. "gotta be real patient and kind, or they'll let 'cha know real quick."
as he brushed, you slid close, fingers brushing against his face to straighten his hat. "you doin' just fine, preacher boy," you stead, voice low and warm.
he grinned, eyes getting yours, the world shrinking to the quiet barn, the scent of hay and the simple rhythm of two hearts getting to know each other.
| ⟡ ˙🌿 ̟
you started walking back, boots crunchin’ over dry straw and dirt. voices drifted from nearby, your daddy and sammie’s papa deep in talk.
“yeah man,” your daddy said, wipin’ sweat from his brow, “them white folks—no mercy. we got the best crops in the south, yet they always turn away.”
“aye man,” sammie’s papa said slow, placin’ a hand on your daddy’s shoulder, “they don’t deserve it. you have an abundance of goods, and when god...”
“here he go,” sammie muttered low beside you, makin’ you chuckle softly.
“heard through the grapevine that you been lazin’ on them bible verses?” you teased him, elbow nudgin’ his ribs.
“cause,” he spread his arms wide, “the blues. it’s callin’ me.”
you turned the conversation light again, talking about the chow family’s grocery stores.
“yup, we one the reasons they still in business,” you said, boots crunching over dry straw, “but,” you dropped your voice, “they don’t be telling folks where they get the produce from, ‘specially white folks.”
“why don’t they tell us?” he asked, eyes catching how your hands and head moved as you talked.
“news spreads like wildfire. you tell somebody, then they tell somebody else—’round an’ ’round it goes.”
| ⟡ ˙🐓 ̟
later, you both bent low in the henhouse, picking eggs nestled safe in straw. hens clucked and shuffled nearby.
you crouched low by the henhouse, the wooden slats rough against your palms, the smell of straw and feathers thick in the air. soft clucks and gentle fluttering surrounded you as hens shuffled around, scratching at the dirt with their little feet. nestled in the corner, eggs sat safe in nests of golden hay — some smooth and white, others speckled like they’d been kissed by the sun itself.
sammie eased down beside you, eyes wide and curious, like a boy seeing something new for the first time. “you scared a chicken gon’ nip at ya?” you teased, nudgin’ him playfully with your elbow.
“no!” he said quick, voice a little too loud, cheeks flushing like a summer rose.
you laughed, that easy, warm sound you loved to hear. “you sweeter than honey!” you kee-kee’d, brushing a stray feather from his collar. “they ain’t gon’ do nothin’.”
a plump hen clucked nearby, peckin’ at the dirt right by your boot, making sammie jump back and chuckle, eyes crinklin’ with amusement.
“here,” you whispered, holdin’ out an egg you’d just gathered, smooth and warm in your hand. “look how delicate it is, but still holds so much life.”
sammie reached out, fingers just barely brushin’ yours as he took the egg, careful not to crack it. “like you,” he murmured, eyes meeting yours, soft and steady.
your heart stumbled, caught in that quiet moment where the world seemed to slow just for the two of you.
“reckon i like this part,” he said, voice low. “feels... simple, good.”
you smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder. “me too.”
for a moment, all the weight of the world outside that henhouse faded away, and there was just you, sammie, and the soft rhythm of life around you — warm, gentle, and full of promise.
| ⟡ ˙🐄 ̟
then came the milkin'.
you showed sammie how to kneel beside the old cow, its breath warm and heavy, the pail set steady beneath. your fingers worked slow and gentle, squeezing just right till the milk splashed white and cool. his fingers brushed yours, a spark in the fading light, he laughter at the awkwardness of the first try.
later, the goat. smaller, quicker, and feisty. she nuzzled your hands, sometimes nipping playful. you grinned, “reckon she’s testin’ who’s boss.”
sammie grinned back, more confident now, as the two of you worked together, hands wet and warm in the soft southern dusk.
after the last splash of milk settled in the pail, you wiped your hands in your dress; the cool evenin’ breeze catchin’ stray curls around your face. sammie watched you with that quiet smile that made you heart beat a little faster, a soft rhythm beneath the orange clouds.
“you did good,” you nudged him gently with your elbow.
“not near as good as you,” he replied, eyes shinin’.
you laughed, the sound light as wind through the tall grass. “come on,” you reached down to grab the basket sittin’ by the barn door— handwoven from sweet grass and pine needles, the work of you and your momma’s patient hands. the basket was sturdy— but delicate, the kind that smelled faintly of earth and sunshine, perfect for holdin’ treasures of the land.
you led sammie down the path where wild blackberry brambles tangled thick, their deep purple fruit heavy and ripe against the thorny branches.
“these here berries,” you informed, kneeling low and shaking him how to pick gentle so the berries didn’t squish, “are sweet like honey, but need careful hands.”
sammie crouched beside you, fingers fumblin’ but eager as he reached out to pluck a berry, holdin’ it up like some rare jewel.
“like you,” he tugged at your heartstrings (again), eyes catching yours.
your heart bloomed like the wildflowers nearby. a soft laugh escapes through your nose and you shake your head.
together you filled the basket with the summer bounty— dark jewels against the green, catching the light like tine promises of sweetness and hope.
“beg momma’s for a pie bakin’ when we get back,” you whispered, tongue flickin’ over your lips.
“hungry ass,” sammie teased before getting tapped upside the head. he laughed it off, the sound warm and easy, rumbling his chest.
all around, the world was heavy with history and struggle, but also quiet hope— like the sort hum of a blues guitar on a summer night, raw and real, but full of somethin' that could carry you through.
hey hope ya’ll enjoyed !! second time ever publishing a fic so lemme know what ya’ll think of this one xx
Characters included:
Seong Gi-hun (456)
Front Man / In-ho (001)
Cho Hyun-ju (120)
Lee Myung-gi (333)
Park Yong-sik (007)
Kang Dae-ho (388)
Kim Jun-hee (222)
Gyeong-seok (246)
Thanos (230)
--part2:
Nam-gyu (124)
Min-su (125)
Recruiter (Ddakji man)
Hwang Jun-ho (the cop)
Total word count: Around 7,000 words(part 1 and 2)
Note: This is my personal interpretation of the characters based on the show + some headcanon freedom! Not official canon.
Requests: If you like this and want me to write for other characters or scenarios, my requests are open! Feel free to ask 💌
Masterlist –[link]
Seong Gi-hun//Player 456
Gi-hun as a dad… girl… he’s a mix between “the class clown at PTA meetings” + “trauma-ridden man with chronic guilt syndrome” + “trying desperately to be better than his own father ever was.” 😭
He’s the type of dad who… in theory… thinks he’s gonna be super responsible… but in reality… he’s an absolute walking disaster.
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Dynamic with you (the reader):
He loves you. In this messy, chaotic, but very real way.
From the pregnancy days, he was the guy crying at the first ultrasound, freaking out while picking baby clothes, probably buying a changing table he doesn’t even know how to assemble.
He’s constantly hovering over you like:
“Do you want me to bring you something? Fruit? Water? Should I massage your feet? Wait… do I even know how to do that?”
(Spoiler: he doesn’t lol.)
But once the baby is born… chaos officially begins.
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Gi-hun with a newborn:
- KING of panic attacks.
He holds the baby like it’s made of glass.
If the baby makes even the smallest weird noise at 3 AM?
He’s shaking you awake like:
“Are they breathing? Wait—are they breathing?? Babe? LOOK—ARE THEY BREATHING??”
And you’re like:
“Gi-hun… it’s three in the freaking morning…”
But despite the paranoia…
He’s there… rocking the baby, singing stupid little songs, making up dumb rhymes.
When the baby cries for hours?
He cries too. Literally.
“Why are they crying? I’m trying… I swear I’m trying…”
So now you have TWO babies to calm down: the actual newborn… and Gi-hun himself 😭
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Gi-hun with a toddler (2-5 years old):
This is his peak “parent-who-plays-more-than-the-kid” phase.
Lying on the floor to play with toy cars, building block castles, letting the kid ride on his back like a horse…
At birthday parties?
He’s the adult who’s inside the bouncy castle with the kids… getting yelled at by the staff.
He’s super protective but still lets the kid climb trees… and then panics the whole time watching from below.
If the kid throws a tantrum?
Gi-hun’s just as dramatic.
You’re the only rational one in the household.
“No, babe… we can’t give them ice cream at 10 PM…”
“But… look at that little face… how am I supposed to say no…?”
Spoiler: He gives the ice cream anyway… secretly.
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Gi-hun and the trauma:
There are days when he freezes…
Nights when he wakes up sweating from nightmares.
You’ll find him on the balcony sometimes… staring into the distance, smoking, with that empty expression.
He’ll never tell you the details… but you know.
You know there’s pain behind the goofy smiles.
Fear of being a bad dad…
Fear of failing his child…
Fear of repeating past mistakes.
In moments like that, you just hug him from behind and whisper:
“You’re here… and that’s already more than a lot of people.”
And he melts… every time.
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Gi-hun and school events:
He shows up to EVERY school meeting.
He’s the dad screaming from the bleachers at soccer games.
Makes posters for science fairs.
Will 100% fight other parents if needed.
He texts you random photos from the playground like:
"Our baby’s growing up so fast 😭😭😭"
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Summary of Gi-hun as a dad:
Messy
Emotional
Overprotective
Slightly irresponsible… but with the purest heart
Randomly kisses you while holding the baby in one arm
Makes dumb promises like:
“When they grow up… we’re ALL going to Disneyland… I swear.”
With all his flaws…
At the end of the day… he’s the kind of dad that makes you look at him and think:
Hyun-ju as a mom is that whole “powerful queen, fiercely protective boss babe, but also super sweet and sensitive when it counts.” She’s been through a lot, and that shapes how she parents.
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Dynamic with you (the reader):
She sees you as her partner and best friend—someone who’s there for everything but knows when to set boundaries.
During the pregnancy, Hyun-ju was all about self-care, reading up on everything, making sure the baby’s environment was perfect.
She’s involved in every detail but never loses her poise.
No one messes with you or the baby on her watch.
Always protective, always solid.
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Hyun-ju with a newborn:
She’s super practical and knows exactly what to do, but that doesn’t mean she lacks warmth.
Not the type to cry in the nursery, but intense in her care.
She can tell if the baby’s crying from hunger, tiredness, or a dirty diaper—and acts fast.
She’s got a rhythm with the baby, calm but always present.
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Hyun-ju with a toddler (2-5 years old):
This is where her “mama bear” side shines hard.
She’s fierce—anyone who messes with her kid better be ready for a showdown.
But she also knows how to have fun, making up games, telling stories, and turning the house into a safe, loving space.
She teaches her kid to be strong, to stand up for themselves, and never hide.
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Hyun-ju and trans motherhood:
Hyun-ju is super mindful about teaching her kid respect and authenticity.
She talks openly about diversity, empathy, and courage.
She teaches that the most important thing is to always be true to yourself.
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Hyun-ju and challenges:
She faces the world with grit, but some days she feels tired, insecure, reflecting on her past and the kid’s future.
Still, she never lets anyone see her weakness.
She’s a fortress you can lean on.
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Hyun-ju at school and community:
She’s the mom who goes to every meeting, talks to teachers, and fights to make sure her kid has the best possible environment.
She’s involved in social causes, showing her kid the importance of standing up for what’s right.
Ah… Myung-gi… 😭 the ultimate “tired, anxious man with lowkey guilt complex and low self-esteem but secretly the biggest heart ever under layers of nerves.”
As a dad? A mix of overthinking + anxiety + genuine love he doesn’t know how to show properly.
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Dynamic with you (the reader):
You’re the emotional center of the relationship… because Myung-gi… is always freaking out.
From the second you said “I’m pregnant,” he entered full-blown existential crisis mode.
“What if I mess this kid up? What if I’m a terrible dad? Should I go to therapy? Should I make more coffee?”
Spoiler: He made the coffee.
He googled everything:
Parenting tips
How to change diapers
“10 ways to avoid traumatizing your child”
He insisted on building the crib himself…
Cried halfway through…
You had to finish it 😭
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Myung-gi with a newborn:
He’s the dad who stays awake all night just to make sure the baby is breathing.
He doesn’t sleep. He observes.
Makes feeding charts.
Tracks every diaper change.
Creates a sleep graph.
If the baby hiccups… he thinks it’s some rare syndrome.
“Babe… what if it’s serious? Should we go to the hospital?”
You: “Myung-gi… it’s just a hiccup…”
But despite the panic… he’s so gentle.
Holds the baby like they’re the most precious thing in the world.
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Myung-gi with a toddler (2-5 years old):
He tries to be the fun dad… but he’s a disaster.
Tries to build blanket forts… but knocks them down.
Tries to do funny voices… but gets too shy halfway.
He cries secretly when the kid draws their first family picture.
Keeps EVERYTHING:
First letter
First flower they picked for him
First stick-figure drawing
He has a secret box full of these memories.
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Myung-gi and the trauma:
He carries a lot of guilt.
So much shame from his past.
Nightmares.
Feels like an impostor… like he doesn’t deserve this life with you and the baby.
Some days he shuts down… gets quiet… distant.
You have to remind him that he’s a good dad. That he’s breaking the cycle.
And when you say that… he cries. For real.
Hugs you tight.
Keeps repeating:
“Thank you… thank you for not giving up on me…”
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Myung-gi and sweet moments:
He loves holding the kid in his arms while playing soft music.
Loves giving little forehead kisses.
Packs overly elaborate lunchboxes (even if the kid just wants plain cheese sandwiches).
He’s the dad who puts cute notes in the lunchbox:
“Daddy loves you. Have a great day ❤️”
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Myung-gi at school:
Goes to every parent-teacher meeting, nervous with a tiny notebook to jot down EVERYTHING.
Stutters when speaking to teachers.
Feels intimidated by other parents.
But at the end of the day… he looks at you and says:
“We’re doing okay… right?”
And you reply:
“We’re doing great.”
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💗 Summary of Myung-gi as a dad:
Anxious
Overly worried
Super careful
Awkwardly affectionate but 100% genuine
Cries over everything
Constantly scared of messing up… but loves more than he can say
Deep down… one of the most dedicated dads you’ll ever meet.
Summary: hmm somethings a little off with you these days what could it be? Maybe Talia can help you figure it out over a cup of tea.
You and Jason had been married for a year and it was the most beautiful thing ever to you. You loved being married to Jason, he was so soft and understanding. You two had talked about kids but it was never a deep conversation as you two would just brush it off a bit or had to worry about your first kid Damian. No he wasn’t your biological child but you two basically raised him and Damian knew that. You had a small itch for a baby after Damian had gotten older, you wanted something small to take care of again but never pushed it. You told yourself if it happens it happens not teeing to rush it or even think of it.
As year two of your marriage started to creep in you started to feel sick. You couldn’t pin point it till you were sitting with Talia having tea together. “I’m just so tired, mother.” You tell her. “Have you been getting enough rest? Is Jason keeping you up? Will he not let you sleep?” Talia pestered with questions worried about her daughter in law's health. “No it’s not Jason I mean well sometimes I can’t sleep when he’s not home cause I can’t help but worry.” You tell her truthfully. Talia nodded her head understanding your worry. “He’s not alone out there, there’s no need to worry so much.” Talia reassured you.
“I know mother, I know but it’s just so hard not to worry sometimes.” You said. “I understand honey.” Talia comforts you. You nod then sip your tea. “Tell me daughter, are you just tired lately or are there any other symptoms?” Talia asked. “My appetite feels off sometimes.” You confessed. Talia looked at you then turned her head slightly. “What’s wrong?” You asked her. “Hmmm.” Talia hummed then sipped her tea leaning back in her seat. “Mother.” You said. “Is your nose swollen?” She asked. You shook your head. “Why?” You asked. She waved you off. “Oh it’s nothing darling.” Talia said. “It’s obviously something.” You said. “No, no.” Talia said. “Are you sure?” You asked
Talia nodded her head while you rolled your eyes at her antics. Damian and Jason came into the manor, Damian was wearing his soccer jersey as he walked into the kitchen. He gave his mother a kiss on the cheek then came over to you, you scooted your chair back and opened up your lap for the boy to sit in which he gladly took a seat. Damian reached for a cookie while Talia watched him. He was so comfortable in your lap, so peaceful with you almost made Talia jealous in a way. “How was practice?” You asked and looked at Damian. “Good.” Damian said as he ate the cookie. You cleaned his mouth a little bit. “Did you have fun?” You asked him. “Yeah, I scored ten goals.” Damian said proudly.
“Good job!” You said excitedly with a smile on your face. “Yeah and I blocked everyone’s goals when I was being goalie.” Damian said. “When is your next game?” Talia asked. “In two weeks.” Damian said. Talia nodded her head and you looked at her with hopeful eyes wanting her to show up to his game. As Damian was sitting in your lap you weren’t feeling good so you pat Damian’s leg. “Get up for a second.” You tell Damian and he gets up like you told him and you went to the bathroom. You threw up in the toilet once you were done you cleaned your mouth. You sighed as you dried your mouth and something in your brain started to tingle.
You went into one of your drawers and found a pregnancy test. You had a few since you and Jason had talked about kids so just in case you had a few tests ready. You took a deep breath then lowered your skirt and took off your panties. You peed on the stick and once you were done you placed it onto the sink. Washing your hands quickly you then exit your room bathroom and come back downstairs acting as if all is fine. Bruce was downstairs now sipping his own cup of tea. “You ok?” Jason asked. “Yes, I just had to pee really bad.” You tell him. Jason nodded then rubbed your back as you stood with him since Damian took your seat.
Talia glanced at you but said nothing. “Alfred is making steak for dinner tonight.” Bruce said and you let out a gag. “What’s wrong with steak?” Jason asked. “You normally enjoy it.” Damian said and looked at you. “My taste buds just don’t want steak.” You said with a simple shrug. “Hm, your appetite sure is changing.” Talia said as she sipped her tea. “I guess so.” You said as you looked at her. She knew something but you couldn’t tell what she knew. You’re slightly widened then you made your way back upstairs. “I left my phone upstairs.” You tell Jason as you rush on up. Once in your room you go back to the bathroom and see the test.
There was a positive plus sign on the test. You didn’t know what to say or do but what you did know was Talia knew. You held the test in your hand, it explained everything. This is why you gag at steak or feel sick, or even feel so sleepy. You were having a baby. You slowly make your way back downstairs still folding the test. Talia had a smirk on her face when she saw you, Jason noticed her expression then looked towards you. “What’s that?” Jason asked as he noticed the test in your hand. You held it out to him not being able to form words, he reached out and took it from you and he saw the positive test.
“My…my baby is having a baby?” Jason asked as he looked up at you and you nodded. Bruce's eyes widened as he heard that while Talia smiled. “You’re pregnant?” Damian asked. Jason quickly picked you up and spun you around. “My baby is having a baby! My wife is having a baby!” Jason shouted as he held you. “Another Wayne to add to the family.” Bruce said with a smile. “Congratulations my daughter.” Talia said as she raised her cup to you. You were laughing and smiling in Jason’s arms so excited for the future. “You’re having a baby?” Damian asked as Jason put you down. You walked over to Damian and nodded. “Our first baby.” You said.
“What about me?!” Damian shouted. “What do you mean?” You asked him. “I’m your first baby!” Damian huffed. You covered your mouth then hugged Damian. “I’m sorry I meant our second baby.” You said. “Am I not enough?” Damian asked as he looked up at you. “Oh my sweet boy you are everything and more.” You kissed the top of Damian’s head.
nobody said living was a pro-hero was easy. but, living with pro-hero “ Red Riot” and being his most compassionate wife?
was a challenge.
a challenge on your precious spine from him taking you against a random wall; or when you bent over in a silky nightgown and his hardened hand patted against your tender ass. or most audaciously, when he thought he could run through sheets of well - done steaks accompanied with the savory kitsune udon it regularly gets paired with.
all in all, you spent 3 years with this man? and it never became easier, not in a bad way, but in a i’m-wrangling-a-large-manchild way.
and what he did now? he dragged blood from a tasteless villain inside your mopped floors— smug, tired and ready to layer on kisses you had half of all the mind to deny.
“ rocky!” you fumed, showing your wrath just by the distaste of his nickname— that was once so moaned sweetly against his wet nape, “ you’re trekking blood everywhere, you brute!”
“ woah cupcake!” he drawled, smoothing his dirt caked palm against his red spike and laughing, laughing, in your face, as if you cleaning the entire house— cooking him dinner— caring for his health was a JOKE.
“ kiri’s sorry, baby… super sorry, i was just—“ he whimpered, now coming against your small frame, trying to decide whether you kiss your face or pull you closer— which would make things inevitably worse.
but you? you weren’t having, instead you wagged a manicured nail in his face in spite and glared— “ but nothing! eijiro! go wash up and figure out where you’re going to sleep for the night! i told you about this!”
he paused: swallowing on his pride. he wasn’t some good looking villain anymore, he was just a demoted, devoted red hued husband who was condemned to his couch.
great.
“ can i at-least ask what’s for dinner?” he mumbled, sulking himself upstairs, “ GO. “ you growled, silencing his immature remark.
how dare he ask about dinner?
and how dare you have it prepared for your big, stupid, man. you were terrible.
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(6:37)
“ so… dinner, baby?” eijiro muttered nervously, scratching the scab on his jawline.
“ here.” you scoffed, pettily sliding a plate of golden curry, fried tenderloin and rice over to him— watching as the hot liquid splashed against his cotton tee.
“ really y/n! real mature!” he scowled, licking the curry sauce off him, “ you wanna talk about mature? you got blood on my floors after i told you over and over NOT too!” you pointed at him, now bubbling up against with rage, and the slipping strap of your nightdress wasn’t helping.
especially, when his dark crimson irises suggestively fanned over the globes of your fat ( phat) breasts.
“ seriously cupcake! how many times does a man have to apologize to you about that? i was tired, i didn’t know you did so much.. work.” his tone frustrated and pissed.
sly.
and you raged, three years of marriage and you got this? a sly remark of thanks— condescending attitude and a bunch of excuses.
what a man!
“ have a great night, kirishima.” you thrusted your shining wedding ring against the design of the porcelain plate— leaving him gobsmacked and embarrassed.
“ wait—“ he panicked, leaving his chair like a man gone crazy, but by then? you’d already stomped up the stairs, swishing your bum like you were teasing a dog with a bone.
meaty little thing.
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“ look, babycakes, i’m sorry, i’m real sorry. you are so perfect— so strong, and y-you do loads of work! you make sure i’m comfortable— and healthy— and that i have a clean place to come home to… you’re such a good little wife, lovie.” kirishima panted against your soft skin, pecking wet kisses and desperate mutt bites against your breastbone and peaks of your cleavage.
“ forgive me? please,” he whined, in your ears, eyes glazed, as you grabbed at the tips of his hair— grumbling to yourself about something, “ please, mommy? my love? baby?” he ragged it on, even teasing a nipple with his pierced tongue.
he knew you were a fool for the piercings he got back in highschool— when he was some coolheaded delinquent not interested in dating a sweetheart like you.
“ you know i hate you? right?” you mumbled, slowly slipping in content as he circled his tongue against your brown areolas; and suckled. staring you in the eyes, as he took in the soft mounds.
god, he was pretty. and his dick? prettier? he kept it low shaved, he was practically always rock solid around you— even when inconvenient and even worse? he did all the work.
even when you grabbed at his neck and bounced rhythmically, his big hands clasped around your hips; and he thrusted, hard. your tight, moist walls sucking him in like a sinkhole.
“ forgive me? baby?” he nuzzled, slick whines coming out as cherried, muffled and raspy— as he continued to suckle, lips releasing a wet “ FWICK” sound as he let go, juggling them with a grin.
“ bad boy…” you moaned sweetly, watching as he arose from his crouching position and kissing your mouth; then the side of your neck, then, your hands.
“ look at you.. so plump.. so perfect.” he licked his licks, squeezing your muffin top with greed, as he slid your baby blue nightdress down.
“ sooo fucking mouthy— cupcake.” he purred, watching as you yanked for his sweatpants; now pathetic, wide eyed and looking for some satisfaction.
“ i’ll break you— gods, i’ll break all of your sweet little self.. and then, rebuild you, sweet girl.”
he uttered, watching as you teetered with his sweatpants and boxers— before he hung. smooth shaven? the devil, it was like he knew he was getting some tonight.
ugh.
under you two: the bed creaked in a sympathetic manner— as he began to lay his weight over you, using his own spit to lube his cock over and over again—- hesitant on lining up with your pretty pussy.
“ mmmk— in, eijiro!” you kicked at his mid— back, heels now around his waist, “ in—“ you panted, and that he did, he wrapped his arms around your pretty head and released a dubious amount of sensual thrusts.
kissing the side of your face, he poked around you sweet spot— mumbling swear words, as your eyes rolled back and toes curled, watching as your boobs jumped up and down from the sheer passion of his love.
“ good, brat? not so mouthy now, huh?” he chortled, slightly pausing when he heard the silent squelch of your tight hole—
meanwhile you? you creamed against him, tirelessly, scratching his back as he pounded you— on and through the foamy mattress.
“ good?” he rasped, pulling a pillow underneath your head as you nodded rapidly, viscerally shaking as he started to stimulate your clit muscle.
“ so good—“ she trembled, patting his back with eagerness, you were lost in bliss— in the sauce as he so humorously commented, and because this man, this large backed man was knocking against your cervix with precision.
breathing in stars and hormonal fumes.
“ close?” he mocked, mumbling against your soft lips, and you only could keen— head rolling softly as clenched around his hard cock and he fucked up into you.
“ so close—“ you yelped, feeling him drag again your walls and bite your neck.
an explosion, literally. when he knocked you, you squirted against his fat dick, panting and squirming like a fish out of water— and he just smirked, spanking your pretty ass and gently stroking to ease your orgasm.
sending your legs into a spiral of relax and slight tremor— and after your eyes knocked back into your skull, he pulled out, patting your forehead.
but you weren’t done, instead you, huffed relentlessly, crawling in between his legs as he flipped and beginning to stroke him languidly.
“ baby?” he chuckled, panting slightly but you refused to feed into his confusion— instead you? you began to slobber on his drooly length.
licking up against the pulsing vein, swirling against his pink mushroom tip and stroking his brown shaft, alternating between gagging against him and staring him in the eyes?
and his eyes? phased upwards in the heavens, grabbing your full braids into one big palm before dictating how you sucked him. pulling up and down.. slowly.. and then throatfucking you, until you patted his thigh or until— he got overstimulated and pulled you up.
leaving spit and length against him, as you lapped at his heavy balls— and ran kisses against you stubbled pelvis.. and when you kissed the sensitive underside of his cock?
he splattered. leaving his cum against your breasts and against your nose and lips.
