My Baby Brother is the Strongest Character MASTERLIST
Featuring:
isekaid!older sister!Reader & younger brother!Gun Park
reverse harem: core five
Goo Kim, James Lee/DG, Samuel Seo, Gitae Kim, Jake Kim
reverse harem: other love interests
Jinrang (Lang Jin), Seongji Yuk, Jichang Kwak
Synopsis:
If God is real, then He has one hell of a sense of humor.
Life hasn’t been perfect. There were ups and downs, times where you wished you were born as someone else, someone prettier or richer or more talented, but you had reached a point where you were content. Happy, even. A promotion abroad, a new apartment with no roommates, delicious paychecks and what does the Big Guy do? He kills you. What’s more pathetic is that you died choking on chicken skin while celebrating your new life of independence.
Just when you were an official, proper, working adult of society, the universe spat in your face and now you were back to square one.
No, scratch that, you didn’t regress—you reincarnated as the only known daughter of a yakuza boss. Sounds fancy, you know, but this is no romance manga. Actually, it’s somehow worse, because your baby brother is the infamous Gun Park.
Your Character Settings: AFAB, older half-sister of Gun Park, civilian, medical professional
Content/Trigger Warnings: swearing, typical Lookism violence, sexual themes, mind the warnings for individual chapters
Other Tags: slice of life, isekai, reincarnation/rebirth, sister complex, reverse harem/why choose, fluff, comedy, humor
💋 : smut (from mild to explicit)
Author's Note: There is no deep plot to this. This is just fluffy family stuff with Gun Park being protective of you, his older sister and a magnet for hot weirdos. There is some occasional smut. NO BROTHER-SISTER INCEST. Also, some ages have been lifted.
IMPORTANT: I started this AU during the early chapters of the Incheon arc. Don't think. Just enjoy the ride.
Episodes:
First Meeting
You've been reincarnated and now you have a weirdo younger brother.
Games
Gun has a special place in his heart for toys and puzzles.
Birthday
Goo shows up unannounced after Gun missed a work meeting.
Angel of J High (featuring: the J High first years)
You've grown accustomed to your life as the school nurse for J High.
It's a Promise (featuring: James Lee/DG)
A forgotten promise comes back to haunt you.
Swift Waters Parted
It's the day of the festival, but why do you feel like you're forgetting something?
Morning Sun (featuring: Samuel Seo) 💋
You meet up with a friend for drinks.
Safe and Sound
You and Gun finally share a meal again.
Weirdo (featuring: Goo Kim)
Gun Park has been acting weird and Goo will get to the bottom of it!
Like Water for Chocolate (featuring: Gitae Kim)💋
Once upon a time in Mexico...
Paper Snow, Glittering Fish
Gun reminisces about his two very different experiences with Mother's Day.
Scammers and Strange Fellows (featuring: Goo Kim)
You have a word with the man who tries to scam your students.
Like Tears in the Rain (featuring: Jake Kim)
A near chicken skin fatality leads to a fateful encounter.
Kryptonite (featuring: James Lee/DG)
You struggle to find a gift for your brother so you rope in a "former" admirer for help.
Bert and Ernie (featuring: Goo Kim)
The tension in Goo and Gun's friendship reaches its boiling point.
Morning After (featuring: Samuel Seo, Goo Kim)
Samuel doesn't do breakfast buffets, but then the elevator greets him with an unexpected surprise.
Trip to Busan (featuring: Goo Kim, Busan Gang and Lang Jin/Jinrang)
Gun accompanies you to Busan for a medical mission, and where Archie goes Jughead follows.
Noah's Ark (Gun-focused but with minor Goo Kim x Reader)
One fishing trip changes the course of history.
Anchor
The bad days come and go like the tide, but luckily, you found your anchor.
Fish Out of Water (featuring: Seongji Yuk and his students, Samuel Seo)
Seongji Yuk and his students visit Seoul for the first time.
Fire! (featuring: Samuel Seo)
Your house catches fire, forcing you to relocate.
Alibi in Ashes (featuring: Samuel Seo, James Lee/DG, Goo Kim)
(Direct continuation of "Fire!")
Life goes on after your house is set ablaze, but the culprit maybe closer than you think.
Out of the Frying Pan (featuring: Samuel Seo, James Lee/DG, Goo Kim)
(Direct continuation of "Alibi in Ashes")
You confront the so-called arsonist.
Stupid Piece Of (featuring: Samuel Seo)
A glimpse into Samuel Seo's devotion.
If I Love You, Beware (featuring: Gitae Kim, James Lee/DG) 💋
Gitae Kim's hunger remains unsatiated and he doesn't understand why.
So This Is Love (featuring: Gun Park, Jake Kim, James Lee/DG, Gitae Kim) 💋
You encounter an old acquaintance while doing a favor for your senior.
Lovefool (featuring: Gitae Kim, James Lee/DG) 💋
(Direct continuation of "So This Is Love")
You finally get a whole day to yourself. No boys, no drama. Or so you thought.
Haunted (featuring: Gitae Kim, James Lee/DG) 💋
(Direct continuation of "Lovefool")
What's worse than one persistent freak?
Second Puberty (featuring: James Lee/DG, Gitae Kim, Gun Park, Goo Kim)
(Direct continuation of "Haunted")
DG forces you to stop looking away, Gitae Kim is a surprisingly decent conversation partner and Goo Kim realizes something.
Tempting Fate (feauturing: Jake Kim, Samuel Seo)
Jake Kim invites you for a drink.
Better Than Candy (featuring: James Lee/DG) 💋
You're right, he can't keep sucking on lollipops forever.
The One That Got Away (featuring: Jichang Kwak) 💋
The girls ask you for relationship advice.
The Lost Lenore (featuring: Samuel Seo, Jake Kim, Big Deal)
You reunite with your childhood friends.
Manwhore, Maneater (featuring: Gitae Kim) 💋
Gitae Kim shows up with an offer you can't refuse.
My Best Friend's Sister (featuring: Gun Park, Goo Kim)
Goo is practically family.
Bonus Content:
Timeline explanation
smut scenarios with the men of the harem (James Lee/Diego Kang, Samuel Seo, Jake Kim, Gitae Kim, Goo Kim) 💋
NSFW Alphabet: Gitae Kim💋
“Uh, I like noses. I like big noses because well, because you can kind of like, you can like sit on them.” – Doja Cat, 2021
These headcanons are specific to MBBITSC! Gitae Kim and references his first time with AFAB!Reader, which occurs in the episode "Like Water For Chocolate."
NSFW Alphabet: James Lee/DG💋
NSFW Alphabet: Samuel Seo 💋
These headcanons are specific to MBBITSC! Samuel Seo, who is way softer than canon!Samuel.
Love Languages with Younger Brother! Gun Park
A fluff-filled exploration on how Gun Park communicates his affection for you, his older sister.
What if...
MBBITSC! Gun Park switched consciousness with canon!Gun
You're reborn in the Pre-Generation (masterlist)
You ended up in Korea at age 8. (ask/discussion)
You had a son with Gitae Kim (masterlist)
Twins
You were in a sorta love triangle with Gap Kim and Minseon Kang
Main AU Fanart:
Noona 1, 2 by @lollipoplolly33
My art:
Gun, did you miss me?
Goo and you dancing
Disclaimer: The image used does not belong to me. It is a screencapture from Ep. 505 - Lookism, Webtoon.
Hello! So i’d like to request a headcanon about lookism characters (Goo, Gun, Jake, James, Jaegyeon, Jinrang, Gitae obviously it’s fine if you can’t for all, also hope you can add also others you feel that fit the concept) so with an fem reader who is acting suspicious and they thing she is cheating on him or something with one of his people but she is just planning a birthday present or something for him. You know something cute fluffy whatever you feel. Thank you in advance🫶!
A/n: this is so cute oml,not lore accurate though huhu
Gun:
- he'll notice you getting a little too close with Daniel for the past few days, going as far as to hangout with him in your free time
- he won't make conclusions yet since it seems a little bit out of the bloom that your pretty busy with Daniel, so he might investigate a bit
- he won't stalk you instead he talks to Daniel about it in which Daniel acts dumb and unaware
about the situation
- He's now suspecting you were cheating on him when you went to a cafe with Daniel when in reality your asking Daniel some personal things about Gun that you don't really ask Gun, like his favorite brand or place.
- Leading him to an actual venue was hard, he works day and night plus he doesn't keep track when his birthday comes.
- So when he sees the surprise he's just blankly staring at the amount of people that came. But he's actually pretty happy that you took the time to prepare all of this for him
- Overall is just happy but not the kind of jumping from joy happy
Goo:
- Now Goo is more dramatic about it, really YOU'RE HANGOUT OUT with Gun? The man whose emotions are like stones on the side of the road, according to him
- At first he thought you were teasing him you know like the "making my bf jealous" typa thing but after seeing you interact with Gun he was kind of getting paranoid.
- He first interrogated Gun of course, it ended with Gun saying things like "I was just helping around" and he didn't like that one bit.
- jealousy got the better of him and he bursted in your house unannounced, ruining the surprise in the process.
- there he'll literally tear up after getting an actual explanation.
Gitae:
- umm I mean if your lucky you won't actually get axed in all honesty.
- anyway he'll notice like why are you with one of his dealers. It's unusual really, you talking to his business partner? NAW
- He straight up confronted you, but alas you were a good actor telling him lies and he actually bought it. The lies being "oh I was just trying to help you in the cartel".
- Okay that will kind off keep his mind of it for a while. That is until he went home bloodied with no lover insight one night and it just so happens that he has a phone call from one of his man to go to a location.
- There at the location is a small restaurant that you went to back when you were just starting to date and you can see him smirk and laugh at your antics.
James:
- He's smart about it no joke, 'like what're you doing with another person when the most perfect man is with you?'. At first he would be silent about it not giving it that much of a thought.
- Though it started getting on his nerves that you're avoiding him a lot in the past few weeks. He decided to follow you and this friend of his to only see you grocery shopping in the nearby convenient store.
- He felt guilty not having the time to also help you in your shopping sometimes so he left like a little puppy who got kicked. He spiraled into a kind of insecure man.
- All guilt was gone when you asked him to meet up at the park with that smile of yours. Oh how he misses your smile.
- He went there to see you already set up a nice picnic with him. Then it clicked, that's why you were buying food. He can't help but hug your body and say the faintest thank you.
Jake:
- Poor guy was so worried, his insecurities were showing a lot throughout that period. He was overthinking when you were speaking with Lineman WAY too much.
- at first he'll try not to make assumptions about you of course but after a while, he might crack and open up to his heart's content on Sinu. In which Sinu just reassures him in everything (he knows the surprise).
- After lots and lots of reassurance though he'll brush it off and clings to you even more. When I say cling I meant cling as in his not leaving your side which is odd.
- anyways he gets tired of it eventually and while he's distracted you already planned your anniversaries in the same place you met him.
- when your anniversary comes he's crying in your arms when you surprised him, HES SO CUTE OMG.
Jinrang:
- he's so observant with you, so yes he'll notice you drifting a little bit in the past few days, though not that he's doubting you. But he'll get closer to you to keep you from drifting.
- Baek Sang his closest friend wouldn't do such a thing right? So why is he suddenly feeling a bit jealous towards his long time friend, you're just talking and asking him so what's the harm in that???
- Now he'll be very open about his feelings to you and tackling this topic that's been in his mind for days. You didn't wanna make him worried so you told him somewhat the truth.
- Jinrang will let his guard down for now as he does trust you, along with Baek. Since he's busy anyway he low-key forgot about it.
- though on the day when you surprised him with home cooked dinner, his favorite dish too? He thinks he'll wife you up right there on the spot! (Credits to baeks information about him ofc).
hellloooo can i request Lookism guys dealing with pregnant reader?🫶🫶🫶🥺 (before their kid was born in your lookism as girl dads hcs)
lookism boys with pregnant reader.
࿇ characters. gun/goo/jake/gitae
࿇ warnings. there’s not a lot of dialogue since i wanted to dive more into their thoughts regarding your pregnancy. basically shows their thoughts re: the news and how they act on it
࿇ author's note. this is set before they became girl dads! thank you for requesting and i apologize for taking so long, i’ve been a bit stuck with this.
part 1 found here.
GUN PARK
If anything, Gun had taken on the responsibility of a father easily compared to what you had initially thought.
Being in Gun Park’s life had meant that you were able to see the rawest, purest form of him—the one where you see the Gun Park who had easily cooked your favorite meal in the cutest way possible. The one where you see how gentle he can be whenever he tends to you despite his heavy hands that were used to beating up people. The one where you see how caring can he be to you and to your unborn daughter.
“Rest,” he says, not even bothering to look up at you as you watch him make another conconction—whatever you and the little one (as he likes to call her) craved for today. It was a little mix of everything, and while Gun had wanted to tell you that this is not healthy, he could not resist you and your cute little face.
So what if he had gone soft for you? You were the only one who could see that softness anyway, and it’s not like he had lost his edge. He still makes a living, completely barricading this part of life away from prying eyes and loud mouths—namely Goo and the rest of HNH—while ensuring that the Four Major Crews aren’t doing shit that could possibly tarnish whatever he had worked so hard for.
All that matters now is you and your daughter.
“But what if I don’t want to?” you argue lightly, though it sounded more of like a tease. Gun had a tendency to be overprotective, making sure that you’re comfortable. If you wanted a massage now, he would almost immediately drop the baking sheet to go and wash his hands before tending to you.
He was quite literally the textbook definition of a househusband.
“Aren’t you a little hardheaded this afternoon?” he asks, looking up to see you glowing. Gun thinks he might have a heart attack with how adorable you look in your maternity dress, how you have that cheeky expression in your face that he loves looking at.
And while he initially was fearful of the pregnancy, it looked good on you. Looked good to the point that he wanted another kid because you being so round with his daughter made his heart ache in the best way possible. “You should go and take a seat on the sofa. It’s like sitting on a cloud,” he says, knowing damn well that he had it imported from whatever country it came from only because he wanted you to be comfortable during this whole pregnancy.
“Yeah, but,” you start, sitting on the bar stool as you watched him pipe animated designs on several pieces of cookies. “It won’t be the same without you,” you say, happiness evident in your tone as you put a hand on your stomach. “And our princess wants to see her dad create a masterpiece on those cookies.”
That was enough to make Gun smile—a rare one to his colleagues, quite normal to you—and while he thought that was cheesy yet adorable, he has his own lines ready to quip.
“How funny,” he says as he finishes piping one of the cookies before handing it to you to taste. “Because our princess needs to know that she,” he points at your tummy. “Is mom and dad’s magnum opus.”
GOO KIM
Goo has done a lot of stupid things, and while they are stupid, they are well-calculated. He doesn’t make a move where he knows he’s on the losing end because Goo will always benefit in the end.
This, however, is not something that he had calculated. He was also unsure if he was going to benefit from this because he hadn’t thought this through. Maybe it was also the panic and anxiety talking because he’s not supposed to talk and think like this whenever you’re involved—making it sound like you’re just some random business deal that he needs to get over with when you’re not.
You’re worth more than whatever pile of money was waiting for him at the end of every goal he has.
Still, he can’t even deny it himself—the news had shaken him up. Though thanks to years of masking his feelings, he’s definitely a lot better at not showing whatever emotion that was about to consume him because you look so happy.
You look so happy at the fact that you’re giving him a child at this age. Goo wonders if you’re as crazy as he is because holy shit, the two of you were only, what? In your 20s?
You should be partying at the club and not getting knocked up by him because: a) he’s got a lot of shit to do in the underworld and he’s involved with incredibly dangerous people, b) he’s an idiot that wanted to go raw, and c) he’s unsure if he can be a great father to this kid.
Goo, at most, plans 5 steps ahead, but with you wanting to keep the baby, he must plan at least 10 steps ahead because God knows whatever life is going to throw at him next. He was still unsure about the pregnancy—the thought of being a father—but he sure as hell would give you everything to ensure that you only have a smooth and less-awful pregnancy.
So, months later, his protectiveness shows.
Really.
“Jungoo, I’m fine!” you argue with your boyfriend as he held your hand, the two of you descending down the stairs of your new home.
He was insane enough to get you a house—away from prying eyes so that you and your beloved baby girl will be safe, not worrying about anyone who could possibly attack the two most important people in his life. “I can go down the stairs just fine!” you exclaim.
And while you almost push him down the goddamn stairs, Goo keeps a tight grip on your hand, the other on the small of your back. “You don’t know that, cupcake,” he says gently, eyes flitting from your face to your pregnant tummy. He feels his heart swell a little because going through the ultrasounds, the parenting books, the look of the nursery—everything made him excited.
A far cry from his initial response to when he found out you were pregnant. “Let me do this for you, okay?” he says gently, trying not to trigger a possible mood swing from you. “Ugh, fine,” you retort, letting him dote over you. “Only because you look funny begging,” you say, in which you receive a face from him.
You think about how Goo had always been so mobile, always in one place and then another because he has business deals all over Seoul. But with you, he’s been so patient, the most he’s ever been considering he always liked to get things done in the quickest, Goo-est way possible.
“Thanks, Goo,” you murmur as he safely helps you down the stairs, your hand immediately resting on your stomach. “Anything for you, sweetheart,” he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead before placing his hand on top of yours. “And for our sweet little angel too.”
JAKE KIM
Jake hadn’t really thought about being a father at such a young age.
Considering his lifestyle and as the leader of Big Deal, Jake had wanted to make sure that before anything like a pregnancy happens, or at least progresses, he had removed himself from the gang life.
Sure, he treats Big Deal like family because that’s what they are to him, but at the end of the day, there’s always a sick reminder in his head to never ever forget that it was still a gang—and the two of you having an unplanned pregnancy while he’s still the leader of the said gang makes him want to spiral into the abyss.
But even if he was in a state of shock and in worry, he doesn’t show that to you—not when you looked so horrified right in front of him, hands trembling, your tears instantly filling your lash line as you broke the news to him. You confirmed that you were indeed carrying his kid after a trip to the clinic.
“Hey,” he says as he holds your hand in his, engulfing them. “We’ll be okay,” he assures you in a quiet whisper, hunched down a little as makes a promise.
That’s what he tells you—often does, anyway. Jake was the type of person to reassure everyone around him that things were going to be okay, even if he himself was unsure of what the future holds. But he knows he’ll do something about it, make a plan—he had always been the type to step up no matter what challenge was thrown towards him.
A few weeks in your pregnancy, you began experiencing its symptoms. Jake could hear you retching your guts out in the bathroom, his immediate instinct was to get out of bed and quickly follow to help you. The swinging of the door was heard as you were keeled over, feeling his large hands help you with your hair before letting the other rest on your back.
His expression softens as he rubs your back. “It’s okay, baby,” he whispers, and you only hum a response in return because you didn’t feel like talking—the weight and realization of becoming a mother slowly sinking in with the symptoms.
Shit, he feels bad. Jake knows you well enough to know that you’re in deep thought, and he thinks that you wouldn’t have to carry majority of the burden if the two of you had been careful enough. But you wanted to keep the baby, and it’s your body therefore it’s also your choice. In the end, all Jake can do was be there for you and be the best support system for you.
“I’m here.”
GITAE KIM
Fatherhood is a foreign concept to Gitae.
If anything, he thinks—knows, that he’s not meant to be a father. He doesn’t have the gentleness and patience of a parent. Sure, maybe he can be stern, but never in his life did he think that he would be a father. Can you blame him if he didn’t know how to be one, given how he was born out of wedlock? How his own father barely acknowledged him, his first born, and so he turned into whatever this is.
All Gitae knows is that he was a man made to remove people—a man who resented his own parents; resenting them for giving him life when he didn’t ask for it.
He knows that being a parent isn’t for him. So when you told him you were pregnant, a multitude of thoughts had come to his head.
It was as clear as day whenever Gitae recalls the moment you broke the news to him.
How your voice trembled when you spoke to him, pupils looking like they were about to spill salty tears. How you were visibly shaken, making yourself look smaller in his presence, utterly distraught at the fact that you were pregnant when the two of you have been so careful. How you had endless apologies slipping from your lips, not bothering to look at him out of fear that he might get rid of you and your unborn child.
Gitae doesn’t know if the odd pain in his chest was normal whenever he remembers that devastated version of you that day. Even if the two of you had such an unconventional start in your relationship, at the end of the day, he still chose to risk it all with you despite not knowing the first steps in loving someone—in caring for someone other than himself.
At the end of the day, he still wants you in his life no matter how dangerous it was—because he had a silent promise not just to you, but to himself.
That he will protect you because he wants you standing by his side.
“You’re pregnant,” is what Gitae says as he looks down on you, the sentence he utters sounds more like a statement than a question. It was as if he doesn’t completely register the revelation you just told him—the look in his eyes could be described as two things: distant and hollow.
But this is you, not some random woman—not a concubine. So he tries to take it easy on you.
“Do you want to keep it?” Is the first thing he asks, and when you take a while to respond, he leans forward to hug you—a moment of reassurance and affection, quite rare. An unspoken I’ll be here for you. And once you said yes, Gitae steels himself for nine long months of pregnancy—and a lifetime of fatherhood.
Though, he thinks he’s faring better than expected.
Months later, he finds himself massaging your feet as you tell him about how your daughter was giving you a hard time today, constantly kicking, making you want to lay down constantly. And apart from that, pregnancy in itself made it quite heavy for you on your day-to-day, so you asked Gitae to give you a foot massage.
To which he surprisingly obliged.
He only hums as he listens to you, a grunt and even a small chuckle escaping from time to time. “Mi flor,” he speaks, looking at your stomach. “Don’t give your mama such a hard time. She’s already dealing with papa as it is,” he jokes lightly, but he doesn’t notice the slight look of concern that you give him.
He makes it sound so horrible dealing with him. Maybe to his enemies, yes, but Gitae had been nothing but different with you in the best way possible. “I’m sure our little flower just misses you,” you assure him lightly. “After all, papa had been gone majority of the day. She hasn’t heard your voice as much,” you tell him, and he glances at you with a softened expression.
“Is that so, mi flor?” he says, halting in his movements of tending to your feet as he sits next to you. “Well, papa’s here now,” he murmurs, rubbing your stomach gently, feeling his daughter kick, and that instantly brings a small smile on his lips.
“Should I tell you what mama and I plan on giving you when you’re born?” he asks his daughter.
synopsis: your husband kitae comes back home mad as hell because of the idiots surrounding him at work, and he needs to calm himself down? how? scroll further to find out >_<
tags/warnings: MINORS STRICTLY DO NOT INTERACT smut, rough sex, manhandling, praise kink ( slightly ), creampie, marking, overstimulation.
a/n: S(CREAMING) out LOUD SATURDAY who up fr?
kitae slammed the front door harder than he meant to, jaw tight, shoulders stiff. the whole day had been complete bullshit people testing him, memories fucking with his head, everything piling up until he felt like he was gonna snap. but the second he saw you in the living room, curled up on the couch in one of his oversized shirts, that familiar heat rushed straight to his cock. righttt…
he needed you. bad. so bad.
you looked up, a little startled. “kitae… ¿todo bien, amor?” (kitae… everything okay, love?)
he didn’t answer with words. he just dropped his jacket, stalked over, and manhandled you lifting your body slightly to reposition your thighs and hook them securely across his forearms. your legs dangled helplessly over his arms, hips angled at his mercy as he kissed you deep and rough like he’d been starving for it all day. his hands were already sliding under the shirt, his rough skin a delicious contrast to your own as he gripped your ass, squeezing hard.
“missed you so fucking much,” he muttered against your mouth. “this pussy really is something else.”
you whimpered softly, already melting into him the way you always did. you were submissive, sweet, letting him take what he needed when he was feeling down. he loved that about you.
kitae picked you up like you weighed nothing and carried you straight to the bedroom, tossing you on the bed. he climbed over you, breathing heavy. “today was shit. but you… you’re gonna make me feel better, right?”
you nodded, biting your lip. “sí… quiero hacerte sentir bien.”(yes… i want to make you feel good.)
that sure did hit him different. he groaned and yanked the shirt over your head, exposing your tits and soft stomach. his mouth was on your neck instantly, sucking hard enough to leave marks, then moving lower. he worshipped your chest with wet, hungry kisses, his mouth latching onto one of your nipples and sucking hard while his fingers twisted and pulled at the other until they were swollen and shiny with his spit.
“tan bonita,” (so pretty) he hummed. the way he spoke to you during sex, it always made you wetter.
his hand slid between your legs, a soft, involuntary squelch accompanying each slow drag of his fingers against your folds. he continued a slow, tortuous rhythm, circling small strokes over your swollen bud. you were already soaked, dripping even. he smirked against your skin.
“look at you…mami already dripping for me and i barely touched you. drench my cock more, c'mon darling i know you got it.” he pushed two thick fingers inside without warning, driving in with a sudden thrust as if he wanted to hear you unravel in his arms. “buena chica.” ( good girl. )
you moaned, back arching, hands grabbing onto his shoulders. “kitae… por favor… fill me up!”
he pumped his fingers faster, thumb pressing on your clit while his mouth stayed busy on your tits, sucking harder, almost like he was taking his frustration out on your body in the best way. you were squirming, getting louder, getting closer.
but he wasn’t done teasing.
he pulled his fingers out, stripped his own clothes off in record time, and flipped you onto your stomach. he pressed his hard cock against your ass, grinding slow while he kissed the back of your neck.
“gonna fuck you nice and deep, okay?” he whispered, voice low and dangerous. “want you to feel every inch. let it all out for me, baby.”
you nodded into the pillow, pushing your ass back against him. “sí, por favor… i need you..”
with a sudden, powerful thrust, he finally plunged into you. a deep, satisfying splurch sounded out as your bodies met, his thick fat cock stretching you oh-so-perfectly. every stroke was deep and possessive, like he was trying to bury all the anger and confusion inside you.
“fuck… tan apretada,” ( so tight.) he groaned, picking up speed. “your tight little cunt’s suckin’ me in.”
you were moaning his name, completely lost in how full he made you feel. he kept pounding into you, rough but focused on making you cum first rubbing your clit faster, whispering dirty little praises in your ear until your legs started shaking.
when you finally came hard around his cock, crying out and raking your nails down his back, the coil inside you snapped a second time. he followed right after, hot and pulsing deep inside as he filled you up to the brim. you milked him greedily with every flutter of your pussy until white ropes began to seep from your swollen slit, dripping slowly down the curve of your ass.
afterwards he didn’t pull out right away. he stayed on top of you, catching his breath, eyes dropping to the evidence of his your activities.
“te quiero,” ( i love you.) he mumbled, tired but calmer now. “thanks for letting me have this.”
you smiled softly, still catching your breath. “siempre, mi amor.” ( always my love. )
For you @sharonvictor asking for Gitae reacting to Jake's noona, who also means his noona? Half noona 😗 (it's either that or his bio noona. Idk I couldn't imagine the latter one)
"Jake!" You stepped forward once the commotion reached your ear about a dude who seems to pick a fight with Big Deal.
Your brother held out his hand to stop you, "Stay back!"
Gitae's lifeless eyes followed you. "Who's this?" To which Jake spat back, "None of your goddamn business." But stubborn runs in the family. You took off one of your shoe and made a precise throw at the tall man.
But it wasn't enough because he managed to catch it without moving an inch. You cursed but you didn't gave up.
"Hey you! Stay away from my brother!"
Gitae blinked.
Before he took menacing big steps towards you.
"Noona, get back!!!" Jake immediately followed behind the man with a will to shield you first.
You held up your fists despite in sudden fear and get ready for a blow.
...
But it never came?
You opened your eyes and found yourself being embraced by the man. "Hermana..." He whispered. Then pulled away, resting his gigantic hands onto your shoulders while wearing a big creepy smile. "Tell me."
"Who is Gapryong Kim to you?"
Your face immediately soured at the name. "An absolute piece of government garbage."
Gitae was officially satisfied. "¡Estupendo! Two at once!" He cheered while did upsies on you.
"Noona!" Jake called out at the ridiculous sight but at the time still fear for your life while you deadpanned at the situation.
Can I get the first gen kings with a daughter that acts just like him? I wanna giggle because I know some will realize how they act when they see it happen with their own kid. Also, I asked for the silly headcanons and enjoyed them! Keep up the good work!
I'm glad that you liked them :) Hope you'll enjoy this too 😊
NOTE : Reader is mom, and the daughter is around 4-5.
Characters : James Lee , Kitae Kim , Jaegyeon Na, Jinrang , Taesoo Ma , Seongji Yuk.
JAMES LEE/DIEGO KANG
Your daughter had developed a strange little habit, plucking the eyes out of all her soft toys and proudly handing them to her dad, a bloody red lollipop dangling from her mouth. You hadn't noticed at first, and James didn’t think much of it.
But one night, you saw it happen. The way your little princess beamed with pride, offering him a pile of detached eyes and mangled limbs while sucking on that ominous lollipop, it made your soul leave your body.
"What the actual hell?" was all you could think.
You immediately told her to stop eating the lollipop and tucked her into bed. Afterward, you sat James down for a serious talk. You asked him if he even realized what was going on. He just waved it off with a casual, "She’s just a kid being a kid."
But you reminded him, this is exactly how he was when he was taking down the first gen.
That hit him.
And then he burst out laughing, like, full-body, can’t-breathe kind of laughter. “She’s already preparing to wipe out her generation,” he said between laughs.
You smacked his arm, horrified, but he caught your hand mid-air and gently caressed your face, grinning. “It’s in her blood,” he said.
You just glared at him while he kept laughing like it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen.
KITAE KIM
Any minor disagreement? Plastic knife, thrown.
Any slight inconvenience? Plastic knife—launched.
Didn’t like the food? Yep, you guessed it, knife airborne.
It was a funny (if slightly concerning) little habit until one day, she threw one right at her dad.
Kitae stood frozen, utterly aghast. Had his little flower just thrown something at him?
He knelt down, trying to stay calm, and asked her, “Why did you do that?”
She looked up with innocent eyes and said, “Because you do it too. And it helps you to move quickly. That’s why I’m doing it, too.”
The words sank like a stone.
He knew exactly what she meant by “move quickly.” And for the first time in his life, Kitae Kim felt true horror.
It wasn’t despair.
It wasn’t abandonment.
It was the creeping realization that if he didn’t watch himself, his own daughter might kill him one day, and worse, she'd be efficient about it.
JAEGYEON NA
Hot Wheels, Barbie edition. Not just a toy, but a prized, luxury grade collector’s item.
And Jaegyeon’s daughter knew it was worth like a CEO knew company shares.
So when complaints came pouring in, parents saying his sweet, gentle daughter destroyed other kids’ toys because they messed with her Hot Wheels collection—Jaegyeon didn’t flinch.
No shame. No apology.
Pride, in fact, spread across his face like sunlight.
Instead of reprimanding her, he scooped her into his arms, twirled her around, and said, “You did the right thing, baby.”
Then he turned to the other parents with that trademark smirk and said, “Maybe teach your kids not to mess with someone else’s things.”
Shock and mortification would be an understatement.
You stood there, completely bewildered, wondering what on earth you were supposed to do with these two.
JINRANG
You only found out when a relative came over one afternoon, and the first thing out of your daughter's mouth?
"Are you James Lee's dog?"
Apparently, it had become her favourite question.
You and Jinrang just laughed awkwardly, brushing it off with a quick, "Haha, she learned it from some cartoon..."
But your daughter wouldn’t drop it. She stood at the doorway, blocking the entrance until the poor relative answered the question.
"Are. You. James. Lee's. Dog. Or. Not?"
You shot Jinrang a dirty glare, silently telling him to stop acting so damn innocent.
Wasn't this your favourite line too, once upon a time?
Yeah. That's what you thought.
TAESOO MA
Even though DG had long since retired, James Lee was still out there, alive and chaotically well.
So, Taesoo made it a point to warn his daughter:
“Never trust guys with pink or red hair.”
That was the rule.
So when annual day came around and a boy with a pink wig approached her... she didn’t hesitate.
She punched him. Hard.
Declared with all her might,
“I’ve defeated James Lee! I fulfilled my father’s dream!”
(So sorry, Taesoo, but you’re never defeating James😭)
You were both called to the school. As the teacher recounted the event, you were mortified, offering sincere apologies.
Taesoo, on the other hand? A mix of pride and embarrassment.
Because... well, the boy really did look a little too much like James Lee.
Control yourself Taesoo💀
SEONGJI YUK
Your daughter was a shy little thing, sweet, soft-spoken, and struggling to make friends.
She told you about it, looking up with those worried eyes. So, you gave her the usual advice: “Be kind, be your best self, and maybe try talking to someone first.”
You also asked her class teacher to help her ease in.
Then one day, you noticed something odd.
The tanghulu in your house started vanishing.
And just as that mystery deepened, her teacher reached out saying how well your daughter was doing now, making friends, bonding with classmates.
It all clicked.
Food is also a language of love.
And she most certainly learned that from her dad.
Later that night, as Seongji read her bedtime story, you told him the whole thing. His cheeks turned a soft shade of pink.
The question made James hum in response. His finger tapping the lollipop in his mouth against his teeth, one hand in the pocket of his pants. His lips wrapping around the lollipop before he pulled it out of his mouth and pointed it to you. ‘It’s simply impossible.’ James stated, his tone wasn’t even arrogant or egoistical but rather as if he spoke the truth. He snickered a little at your confused expression, humming to himself before he gave another explanation. ‘I have the perfect body, i have every trophy this school can offer. I know every little thing about you, i know you wouldn’t even dream of being with someone else.’ Now that. That was arrogance, perhaps the cockiness of being ‘perfect’ had gotten to his head a little. You placed your hands around his neck from behind and jumping on his back, him catching you and carrying you with the lollipop still in one of his cheeks. ‘You didn’t answer my question though!’ You told him, your head leaning on top of his, the frizzy red dyed hair feeling rather dry today. James chuckled at your sentence. ‘I would kill them.’
The sound of a cigarette hitting the floor was the only thing you heard after you asked the question. His hands still frozen with the lighter still on. His mouth slightly agape from where the cigarette fell. He remained still for just a moment before he closed his mouth, his foot stepping onto the cigarette, crushing it in the process. He knows you, you ask a lot of stupid and unnecessary questions. And most of the time it doesn’t bother him. Most. This one being an exception. His eyes closed and a rather eerie smile appeared on his face. A smile that was so obviously fake. He put the lighter into his pocket before his strong heavy tattooed hands dug into your shoulder. He bend just to your height, the shadows in his face making him a lot more creepier, the veins in his neck and jaw were throbbing. The fact that the smile and other body languages didn’t match made you rethink about even asking him this question at all. Is he perhaps jealous? Or is he angry? He did have an inferiority complex after all…. ‘you’re not cheating on me, are you?’ Samuel asked you in quite a low but dangerous voice, his eyes were opened now but looking at you intensely. ‘Ofcourse not.’ ‘Great…i would not hesitate to slap you or murder the other person.’ ‘Well that’s not nice.’
Instead of an answer you earned quite the laughter from Gitae who was smoking his pipe and blowing some smoke in different shapes. His laughter was rather much more humorous and light hearted. He didn’t seem to take you seriously, even though your question was half a joke so it depends. the laughter died down after a while before he took another drag from his pipe and turning to you, blowing the smoke in your face. He knew you disliked it when he smoked, that’s why he blew the smoke in your face. He’s just teasing you after all. ‘You sure ask a lot of questions hmm?’ His voice was a little raspy of all the smoke he had been smoking the past half an hour. His eyes were still sharp and darting between you and his pipe. ‘Hey answer me!’ He laughed at you again. Before taking another drag from his pipe and chuckling lightly, a little of the smoke escaping because of it. ‘I’m pretty sure you know what i would do and what I’m capable of.’ Gitae said looking outside the car window, he didn’t even seem to mind the fact that the smoke that left his mouth when he spoke to you had made the glass fogged. ‘Don’t you?’ He turned back to you, a slight smirk plastered on his face yet his eyes seemed as sharp and sadistic as ever.
Conclusions: they would all kill the other person and yes sammy would be in a very toxic and abusive relationship
2.2k. G/N. Gitae Kim x reader. Reader is morally grey. Gets spicy (Prequel-ish: An Introduction) Other Masterlists
“So, let me get this straight."
"Mm." Goo hums, meaning go ahead.
"You're paying me to babysit?"
"Man-sit," he interjects.
"Whatever." You flap your hand, "but I am looking after this person, correct?"
"Yes my little sweetpea." Goo rests his head on your shoulder, so close you could count his eyelashes and see the way his pupils dilate. "It's my secret friend's first time back in Seoul after being away. It'll be good for you to show him around."
"...I'm charging my usual rate."
"Sure-"
"And you're covering our expenses."
He rolls his eyes, "Ugh, fine."
.
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Gitae Kim, from what you have managed to find out, is patricidal and a powerful man with unsavoury dealings.
"Play nice," was Goo's parting advice when you came to him with your concerns.
"Play nice?!" You say, voice shrill. Goo grins.
"Fuck you, my rate just tripled."
The grin drops and is replaced by a scowl.
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"I thought we could try this place. It serves the best yukhoe." You gaze over to Gitae sitting in the passenger seat as you navigate the roads, checking if there's any response.
Nothing.
"Raw beef tartare." You explain, "I've heard you can be bloodthirsty."
His eyes flicker to you and you give him your most charming smile.
.
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Head resting in your palm and elbow on the table, you observe him.
You find his table manners leaves a lot to be desired and watching him has put you off your own meal.
He eats like a beast but if the ferocity that he attacks his food is anything to go by, you're right on the money with guessing his taste.
"Let's get you another drink," you murmur, signalling for the staff. "Goo will kill me if you choke to death and I'm not practised with the heimlich."
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"That was good, right?" You ask, striding alongside and trying to match Gitae step for step as he ignores you.
"I think you enjoyed it. Or you look like you did. I'm not really a fan of raw anything to be honest but gotta be a good host." You direct a smile his way and he hasn't even glanced over at you. You shrug it off and continue to ramble. "I'm still pretty hungry. There's a really good bubble tea place round here and they have a limited edition drink I want to get-"
"No," Gitae cuts in rudely.
"It won't take five minutes."
"No." He repeats, indicating there's no room for argument.
"Aww, cmon," you pout and he once again continues to ignore you. You consider going anyway, with or without Gitae.
Goo, face scrunched up in anger and shrieking obscenities, pops into your mind's eye when you imagine telling him that you might have lost his secret friend because you wanted a bubble tea.
"Fine," you grumble and throw Gitae a dirty look.
.
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Gapryong's eldest is a man of few words and it only adds to his intimidating and menacing aura.
You've seen his list of achievements and he is not someone you want as an enemy. But when someone is this difficult, your default is to try and see what response you can get out of them.
"You know they have vapes now," you signal at the pipe hanging from his belt as you continue to walk next to him.
"Do you smoke?" you ask, and expectedly, he doesn't respond,
"No? I guess it's cool you're committing to it for aesthetic reasons." Then dammit, you wonder what has gotten into you. Maybe it's hanging out with Goo too much because you can't help but add, "Even if it makes you a bit... y'know."
He slows, looking over at you at the same time that you pull a face. Indicating clearly you meant 'cringe' even if you didn't say it aloud.
"You do you though," you say, giving him a thumbs up.
He looks at you for a beat longer, head tilted and eyes narrowed, before continuing on his way with you scurrying to catch up.
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By the end of the first week, Gitae has responded to exactly three things that you've said.
The second week, he's still mostly silent but he actually looks at you sometimes when you talk.
The third week, he calls you by your name when he demands your attention and you're surprised that he even knows who you are.
And the fourth - you manage to make him laugh.
Ok, maybe laugh is a bit generous, but he exhales harder than usual and you're sure he's at least amused.
.
.
GItae thinks you're strange.
You run your mouth like you don't know who you're talking to, though you anticipate his needs and preferences like you've been studying him for most of your life.
You're this side of irritating, but not irritating enough that he wants to kill you.
And, the few times he tunes in to your comments, he admits that he finds you quite entertaining.
No-one has spoken to him like you do in a long time. There's a refreshing honesty to your words, and he's also confident that you're not going to stab him in the back at any second to wrest control of his cartel territory, which is also a welcome change from his usual company
It means that he can relax around you, or relax as much as someone like him can..
All in all, progress. Gitae finds himself trusting you like you're his second-in-command.
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"What do you do for fun?" You ask. Gitae doesn't respond.
Right, you think, back to ignoring me.
You roll your eyes and start to ramble about this and that. You tell him that you're chronically online, giving a wry smile, and say it's a general side effect of your job but at least it's interesting to know the ins and outs of a few things.
Really though, maybe you should consider taking up some exercise to get fit or even as a form of self defence with your line of work and the people you come into contact with (you give Gitae a side eye at this) but it's kinda hard to find the time and-
"I can teach you," comes Gitae's low voice.
"What?"
"I can teach you," he repeats and your mouth drops open in shock.
.
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Ok, as far as bad ideas go, this is a terrible one.
First, Gitae is huge. There is no chance you could even win in a spar or anything against him. You doubt even bullets would be able to penetrate that muscle.
Second, there is a lot of close contact and even more touching.
You aim a punch with all your might at him, any part of him. He deflects without effort, capturing your fist in his palm and he pulls you to his body. Chest against your back, wrapping his arms around you and pinning your own to your side as you try to wriggle out of his grasp.
He leans down to murmur into your ear. "You're very weak." You can feel his voice rumbling through his chest. "But you're very fun."
Your eyes snap to his at his words.
He's grinning, for the first time you've been with him. Eyes crazed and pupils blown, breath hot on your skin.
"Thanks!" You dip your head just before throwing it back sharply, connecting to Gitae's nose with a loud crack.
.
.
Gitae's nose isn't broken though it is bruised.
You apologise profusely and he tells you you have nothing to apologise for.
"It's a great hit."
You halt in your apologies, peering up at him through your lashes with a smug smirk, "I know."
.
.
Your response plays on his mind.
The lift of your lips, the sharpness of your smile, the confidence in your eyes, that half-lidded gaze.
"I know."
.
.
Gitae sees you in a new light.
He has enough of an understanding of Goo Kim to know that he's selective with his secret friends, and you have talked enough that Gitae also understands you play the role of brain rather than brawn.
Though he did not expect such viciousness to hide under your veneer, or you to be capable of such an underhanded move.
He's impressed.
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"Why do all these shows make Mexico so blue?" You ask, watching a scene unfold on your phone. "Is it actually?"
You hold out the device to Gitae, some drama show playing and Mexico is indeed blue tinged.
"No."
"Hmm. It'll be cool to see for myself." You murmur, pulling your phone back.
Gitae pauses. The idea of you in his territory is very appealing. He can demonstrate to you exactly the kind of man he is, the power he wields. He can relish the impressed (or horrified) look on your face.
"I can show you," he says and you beam at the offer.
"Deal!"
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“How many people have you killed with this?” you flex your hands, signalling ‘gimme’ and Gitae passes over his axe.
“Too many to count.”
“Cool,” you say nonchalantly, testing your grip. Gitae gives you a strange look.
“I gather intel, remember. That’s my thing,” you say, swinging the axe experimentally a few times and appreciating the heft behind it.
The meaning is clear: I know all your secrets and Gitae, to his surprise, feels some respite at this fact.
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"Fuck," you squirm to no avail, trapped underneath Gitae as he looks down at you lazily, inches from your face.
Your wrists are pinned above your head, held in place by his grip as his other hand rests, light but threatening, on your throat.
You have had a few other training sessions since the first one, and the way they had gone was all pure luck. You had managed to gain the upperhand by complete fluke.
This time you feel completely stuck. Movement completely restricted. Gitae straddles your hips and you’re left unable to escape. You have no way to get close and cause any damage.
"Looks like you lose," he says.
You buck your hips, trying to throw him off but the weight and strength difference is too vast. He barely moves even with all your effort and you’re left more dishevelled than before. Shirt riding up and hair in your eyes and mouth.
“Fuck,” you groan again, elongating the word and pouting.
You peer up at Gitae and find his eyes flicking between your jutted out bottom lip and your sliver of skin on show.
An idea pops into your head. It may be your worst one yet.
Throwing caution to the wind, you tilt your head up in one swift movement and kiss Gitae full on the mouth. You make contact harder than anticipated, almost clashing your teeth painfully together but adjusting the angle just in time.
His body stills when he realises what you’re doing.
“Why-” he asks, pulling away, and you take advantage of the distance to nip at his bottom lip and reel him back in.
Gitae’s thoughts are cut off.
You bite down roughly, feel your sharp canines punctuating skin.
Blood bursts onto your tongue and he lets out a guttural groan, eyes boring into yours and darkened with lust.
His other hand releases your wrist, caressing over your body, slipping down until it reaches your bare exposed skin. He slides his palm under your top, long, thick fingers splaying over your ribs.
With your hands now free, you continue kissing him, mingling spit and saliva and bursts of metallic tang.
You squirm and this time, Gitae gives in to what you want; rearranging his position without breaking contact. Tongue delving into your mouth. Tasting you as you wrap your legs around his hips.
Taking advantage of the situation, you hug your arms around his neck and use your body as leverage to flip him over. Straddling him as his hardness grinds into you and his hands circle your waist to press your body close.
You can feel exactly how turned on he is, how much he wants you. And god, you’re just as fucking horny. You want him just as badly, except now you’ve managed to climb on top, the whole point of this came rushing back. You absolutely hate yourself for stopping this but-
It’s the principle.
“You know,” you murmur into his mouth, then pushing up off his chest to sit up, “I think I’ve won. Again”
Gitae frowns at the sudden loss of contact, “What?”
“I’ve won. Pretend this is a knife,” you smirk, holding your hand against his throat, in an almost-mirror image of your previous position. “I would have killed you.”
Gitae’s eyes widened in surprise, “You did this… to win?”
“Yep!”
“I didn’t expect you to play so dirty.” He says, grinning maniacally as the pieces click into place and he finds himself completely captivated.
“I play as dirty as I need to,” you tell him, tongue swiping out to lick the remnants of his blood from your lips before dipping your head down to kiss him and continue where you left off.
