#gitae x reader

[amphitriteswife]

Real man

For @tinyy-tea-cup

Warnings: Smut, gitae lowkey insulting my goat james

Pairing: Gitae kim x reader

Note: happy Birthday TeaTea😈🫶 sorry if its bad🥲

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Gitea sighed, his hand touched the smooth material of the newspaper that was placed on his face. He hadn’t been in Korea since a long time. What can he say? There are lots of things in life. Some just take priority….or some certain things are simply in the way. In this case it was Jonggun. The news that he was now imprisoned created many openings. Ofcourse he isn’t here without a reason, there are nany things that he needs to do whether its because he wants to or because someone else told him to. ‘Sir, we’re about to land soon.’ Gitae took a drag from his pipe. Letting the smoke travel around his mouth before slightly parting his lips, the smoke escaping his lips with a sigh. ‘Sir. We don’t condone smoking on the plane.’ Gitae grabbed the newspaper covering his face. This plane that was prepared for him was from James Lee…he knows he smokes right? Did he not inform his employees well? No. No he wouldn’t. James knows better than that. So..it’s probably just you huh? A light hearted chuckle found its escape through his lips. Aren’t you just a daring stewardess? Pulling off the newspaper off his face, Gitae’s eyes drifted towards you. A flicker of recognition invaded his eyes before his face twisted, a bark of laughter erupting out of his mouth. You crossed your arms at the man, not amused by his laughter. ‘So this is what we’re doing now? A stewardess? For DG? Come on now princess..’ Gitae’s voice was laced with amusement and mockery, he usually had a thing for saying things about you being close to . The two of you were partners when you worked under Charles.

James lee and you had always been very close. He relied on you and you on him…however life just got in the way. You defeated the king along side him and Gitea. Gitae left for Mexico again, James became DG and you too left the old life behind, being a stewardess. It wasn’t originally planned for you to be a stewardess who worked for James. But because James knew he had a lot of enemies, and them ofcourse also knowing you because of him, he wanted to keep you close. A lot of others saw it as more than it was. But who seemed to care about that? That was James and You. Now he’s DG. ‘So you’re into pretty boys huh? You like that soft look on him?’ ‘Me and James are just friends. Nothing more. Nothing less.’ ‘Is that so?’ Gitae laughed at your words. Despite the amusement in his voice. His eyes were always half lidded and heavy. His eyes were dark, very dark, there was usually nothing to see in them except for the occasional sadistic pleausure. Gita raised an eyebrow, his lips wrapping around the pipe in his hands. His eyes scanning you, observing. Something he had done back then too. His weight shifted, his face coming closer to yours, leaning into you. He was a tall man after all. Even when he was sitting. ‘Don’t you want a real man?’ Gitae said in a rather lower tone, the smoke getting blown into Your face. The question made you almost choke on your spit, as well as your hand flapping the some away from your face. Gitae watched you cough because of the smoke and choking of the sudden question. His eyes still blank. He’s expressionless, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t feel anything. ‘Come on. I know you desire a real man. Someone like me, don’t you?’

Gitae put the hilt of the pipe to your mouth. His other hand gently feeling the long skirt you were wearing. A rather sly smile krept on his face, his eyes watching your lips wrap around the pipe and the smoke leaving your lips. A deep chuckle rumbling from out his chest. His finger clasped around your skirt, pulling it down. His eyes not leaving the sight. His lips gently grazing to your ears. ‘Did you tell him that you were with me first?’ The question made you groan. How more clear could you be? You and James never did anything romantically not sexually…yet all your words seem to go on deaf ears when it came to Gitae. Besides you had dated Gitae for only a few months when he was here four years ago. ‘Ofcourse not. It’s was insignificant’ Gitae hummed. That was not good. Not at all. You could feel his hand’s move up to your blouse. ‘Not significant?…perhaps i need to remind you. Don’t I?’ His voice was less playful now but rather stern. You made him irritated. Not smart. His lips moved from your ears to your cheek and then to your neck. His breath on your neck his lips placing kisses on you, the wet kisses feeling like suction cups. ‘Take it off me.’ Gitae’s tone was commanding. He knew you knew better to oppose him. So just do what he tells you to and it’ll all be just fine. Gitea leaned back in his seat, watching you unbuckle his belt, pulling down his pants together with his boxers. His member casted a shadow onto your face, he was huge. To put it mildly. Very gritty too. Gitae chuckled. His lips curling into a smirk. He was bigger than before. You were sure of it. Gitae’s glanced downwards towards you. ‘Come and sit.’ Without much protest you obeyed his command, straddling his hips. Gitae smirked, the tip of his cock pressing against you. He likes seeing you like this…just like back then. his thick cock pressing demandingly at your entrance. A soft grunt escaped his lips when he felt you sit on him. A shaky but relieved sigh could be heard next to your eat. ‘Good girl….now move for me.’ Gitae watched you with a satisfied expression when you began to move on his cock. He knew it was rather a lot to take but you can do it. He knows you can.

A soft moan escaped his lips, his cock rubbing against your walls. His eyes shifting from your face to his own cock, watching the way you took him, it made him even hornier than he already was. ‘There we go…’ a soft grunt escaped his lips, eyes fluttering and his breath becoming heavier. Gitae’s hand’s snuck to your hips, making you bounce on him even more. A deep rumbling chuckle erupted from his chest when he saw you hold back your sounds. ‘Not working princess. Try again.’ Gitae suddenly thrusted forward his hands holding you in place and his cock reaching deeper inside of you and making you grunt in surprise. The veins on his dick rubbing deliciously against your inner walls, the wet sounds of what was happening echoed across the room. ‘Good girl. Keep making those sounds for me..’ Gitae cooed at you. It was infuriating to say the least but you also knew that during these moments Gitae loved having dominance. His hand trailing from his hip to your neck, gently squeezing it before he slammed you into the seat next to him. The backrest suddenly moving backwards which caused you to be in a laying position. Your eyes flickered from random objects in the plane, your vision upside down before Gitae’s face invaded your vision again. ‘Why the sour face darling?’ You could hear Gitae’s voice being rather strained and husky as if he was holding back some sounds himself, he continued to thrust into you with a slow and steady pace. A soft, low and shaky moan escaped his lips. Gitae closed his eyes, his chest rising up and down from his heavy panting. Your eyes flickering with familiarity. He was close. Very close. ‘Hey not-’ before you could finish your sentence, Gitae came with a loud groan. A few ropes of cum coating your inside before he pulled out. ‘Inside.’ ‘Sorry princess. Couldn’t help it.’

[rikosseen]

Just Gitae Kim and his relationship headcanons

☆ Enjoys a drastic power dynamic where he’s allowed to be in his masculine energy. You probably feel like home to him if you’re in a relationship, so he’ll appear more relaxed and cheerful (however cheerful he can get). But even with how vulnerable he is when you two are together, don’t pry about stuff he doesn’t share. He’ll talk when he feels ready.

☆ The man who hates romance isn’t entirely opposed to the whole idea if his partner is bearable. Reprimanding him at times is okay, but if you constantly point out his line of work, it’s going to piss him off, and it won’t even be his fault— because he knows for sure that he’s expressed the dangers before you two got together. You were warned on multiple occasions. Don’t whine about it now.

☆ It’s low key amusing to him how he has bigger tits than you. Sorry, not sorry.

☆ He’s not stupid and acknowledges your company, so of course he’ll separate work from you. Your safety is a priority even if he doesn’t tell you so, and it’s an embarrassment to him if he can’t take care of you anyway.

☆ Is actually very welcoming to the idea of making things together. Enjoys brewing up new recipes, and whatnot. Hates cleaning. So there’ll always be a pile of dishes after he’s done. Although, he’ll get to them after writing in his diary late at night.

☆ Has a diary. “I should just fucking kill everyone.” The next day he writes, “Let off some steam, feel ight.” It’s just one or two sentences a day.

☆ Gitae is highly likely to be with someone who’s straight to the point when it comes to issues and arguments. He doesn’t do the beating around the bush crap. Again, it pisses him off and reminds him of his father’s incompetence/infidelity. At first, he’ll tell you that he’s open to whatever you have to say, so it’s up to you from then onwards to heed what he’s said.

☆ Is away very often. So either you tag along and prove you’re not some hindrance, or you stay at a safe location while he tends to his business. He’s more of a workaholic than he lets out, so he needs someone who’s schedule is pretty occupied. Or someone who won’t complain about his time away.

☆ Doesn’t get jealous easily because you being with him is proof enough of how much you love and appreciate him. But when you’re introduced to Jake during his visit to Big Deal Street, he’s prickly at how close you two become

☆ Reminds you that same night who the better brother is

☆ Acts of service, and pictures of him during his vendettas. Axe is always in hand and he’s either smirking, or looking down at the camera incredibly suggestively

☆ No I love you’s. Just grunts in response, and maybe a kiss. No over the top PDA, but can’t have you leave his side when you’re out together. Epitome of power couple.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Being Goo Kim's Secret Friend: Gitae Kim

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.

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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.

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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."

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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."

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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.

[kingchroma]

lookism boys as girl dads.

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

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

GUN PARK

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

GOO KIM

“But daddy!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

JAKE KIM

“Higher, Jewwy!”

“Okay, little boss.”

“That’s too high, Jerry—!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He told me to call him grandpa!”

GITAE KIM

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[immortalityforthegoddess]

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠?

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫!

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃!

You had been ignoring Gitae for days now. Why? Because in your last fight he said you were a drama queen and over dramatic. He didn't even say sorry, so in return, you have ignored him.

At first gitae was amused by your little game, bat as the days continued he realized you really weren't gonna budge. He has tried telling jokes, making your breakfast and dinner, buying you expensive gifts, but nothing worked and he was fed up.

"Are you done playing this little fucking game with me, darling?", he said walking up behind you as you finished up the dishes. You were still mad so you go to walk past him when he grabbed your arm tightly.

"This is childish, enough is enough.", you ignore him and try breaking free. Wrong move.

Slamming you into the walll and pining your hands obove your head, "what the hell gitae! Let go of me asshole." You yell as he looked down at you with a bored expression. "Are you done?" He asked and you not willing to budge, "go fuck yourself.",

He smirked and looked down at your angry eyes.

"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠?"

With that he bends down and forces you to look up at him as he kissed your lips, biting down making you gasp and slipping his tough in. He explored every inch of your mouth.

You felt the wetness between your legs as gitae's free hand went down to your waist. The kiss finally broke and you gasp as you tried to catch your breath, "finally going to speak to me love?".

Gitae asked, letting go of your hands as he held your waist. You glared at him without speaking, making gitae smirk once again, "I was hoping for that answear.", your confused as gitae efferlessy picked you up and slung you over his broad shoulder. He walked into your shared bedroom throwing you on the bed.

Walking over to you and looking down at your adorable, confused figure made his dick sore. In one swift move he ripped of your skirt and shirt. "G-GITAE!-", You freak as he fiddles with his belt. "you cussed this love so don't blame me.", finally getting his belt off and throwing it across the room. Unbuting his shirt and describing it carelessly.

Your legs were shut tight but he again effortlessly spread them, putting your panties to the side as he took his girth out. Your felt your walls tighten at the sight of his hard member. "G-gitae am sorr-", "it's too late for that now darling".

He climbs on top of you and begans roughly making out with you, as he ripped your bra off and your double D's spilling out. He broke the kiss and lined himself with your entrance. Slamming into you, "GITAE!~". You screamed as he thrusting in and out of you.

"You really think your gonna be bratty and get away with it darling?", he asked hitting your soft spot over and over making you scream and cry out of pain and pleasure. Looking down to see where you and him connect, seeing your pussy bleeding just made him harder inside your walls.

You felt a not form inside your stomach as he got bent down to play with your boobs. Pinching and biting them as he kept his in Hume pace of slaming in and out, your blood acting like lube for him.

"I ne-need to c-cum!~", "Now what makes you think am gonna let you do that?", he said picking up his pace, hitting your spot harder each time. Your walls riping them self's just to fit his member.

Tears streamed down your face as the not got bigger and the pleasure continued.

-

-

Gitae looked down at your body and couldn't help but chuckle. You were so used up by him.

You pussy swollen to the point it's puffy and bleeding, he could see growing around it as well. Your waist bruised form his grip on you, your boobs sore and bite marks along them. Your neck cover in different colors.

And to think this could have been ovoided if you had been a good girl and listened. One day you'll learn.

[amara555555]

Gitae in a nutshell:

[professionalgooner69]

Tw. Dark content, dacryphillia, drug use, intoxicated sex, thoughts of murder, toxic relationship but he loves you in his own fucked up way.

🖤Pretty pearly tears cascade down your face, he knows ur hearts aching, and he tries, he really does. But the tent in his pants get tighter everytime you sniffle, and sob harder against his chest.

He loves the way your face shines with your tears and the pitiful look you get on your face whenever you both watch some shitty Disney movie or an emotional romcom. He prefers more violent movies but he's willing to sit through all the shitty romcoms if it means you'll cry for him.

🖤 He threatens tells you that maybe the relationship has run its course, of course his words hold no true honor or promise. But to you? To you they're the heaveist words ever said, even after the heated, borderline bipolar argument you two had.

Maybe if you were more smarter or loved him less, you would realise that he just loved to see you come running back to him, to see you emotionally distressed, all because of Him.

🖤He just loves to have you dependent on him, and maybe that's why you find yourself leaning on him, high off of some coke. He assured you, " It's just a little bump baby, you won't even feel it." as he held the ivory powder on the tip of his finger pad near your nose.

He was utterly wrong about you not being able to feel anything, because you felt every fucking thing. And maybe it was a good thing because you could also feel him deep inside you, so deep as he plowed into you cruely, relentless and unforgiving. "Maybe I should get you coked up more often, huh? You could be my little coke whore.

🖤Sometimes he can't decide if he wants to marry you or kill you. He hates the amount of effect you unknowingly have on him. It's pathetically demoralising, for him to be at the beck and call of a foolish girl. He wonders if your love, are they shackles put on him or do they make him free? After all, the most jarring experience for a prisoner is to have freedom

He contemplates for a moment, should he get rid of you? Free himself from this weakness? He knows a breakup is useless, as long as your breathing, he can't keep himself away. Only death would have to do, but even then he's not sure if even death can keep him apart from you.

A/N: Hii I'm so sorry if it's too much, this was my first time writing dark content. Sorry for any grammatical errors, english is not my first language.

I've always felt that dark content was something very cathartic as it lets people express themselves to the fullest without getting shamed.

Once again, the warnings are there, if you don't like it, you are more than free to leave, no need to be mean.

Ps. This is so gitae/ sukuna coded❤️ AHHH

[chosaraki]

The Chess Match.

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Gitae kim x R.femele. ( Brat )

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It was a quiet afternoon at Gitae Kim's house. The soft light of the sun filtered through the window, illuminating the room while Gitae was sitting in front of a chess table, with the serious expression of someone who is focused on something important. His wife, on the other hand, seemed to be in another world, sitting lazily on the couch, playing with her cell phone, almost forgetting that she was there to play.

- Hey, are you going to play or not? - Gitae asked, looking at her with a defiant smile.

She looked up slowly, pouting, as if she were offended.

- Oh, okay... - She got up and sat next to him, but before making any movement, she put a hairpin on him, as if it were a form of distraction. - That's it! Now you'll see.

Gitae gave a crooked smile, touching the king's piece with her fingertips, preparing for the move.

- Are you prepared to lose? After all, you never beat me.

She crossed her arms and made a disdained face, trying to hide the fact that he always won. But she wasn't the type to give up easily.

- I'll win this time! - She said, with a childish and excited expression, taking her pawn piece and putting it forward.

Gitae laughed softly, but didn't say anything. He knew that, as much as she was spoiled and a brat, she had a unique way of thinking outside the box. However, he wouldn't let her win so easily.

The match started in a tense way, with her making completely unexpected movements, while he followed the usual strategies, always attentive to each move. But soon he realized that, although her actions seemed chaotic, she was actually creating a plan, and that made him frown. He forced himself to pay attention.

- I didn't think you were so good at it. - He said, moving a tower.

She smiled, proud of herself.

- I'm very good at everything, Gitae! Even in this boring old man game.

He made an expression of slight displeasure, but didn't say anything, he just moved the horse to a strategic place.

- I think it's time for you to prepare for defeat.

She laughed and made her movement, advancing her pieces as if she were really playing. Then, with a mischievous smile, she leaned forward, saying defiantly:

- I got you!

Gitae looked at the board, realizing what she had done. He had fallen into his trap and, despite all his experience, had been defeated. He looked at her, gaping.

- How do you...? It's not possible! - He leaned back, trying to process what had just happened.

She started laughing, completely satisfied with the victory.

- I warned you! - She jumped with joy, clapping her hands. - Now you'll have to pamper me all day!

He was still in shock, not believing that his wife, so brat and spoiled, had won. She kept laughing and jumping around the room, while he just shook his head, unable to hide his smile.

- Okay, okay... you won. What do you want now, queen? - He said, raising his hands in surrender.

She threw herself on the couch, satisfied with her victory, and looked at him with a malicious smile.

- Hmm... I want a special dessert, made by you, with all the love and affection. And you'll keep me company while I watch my series.

Gitae sighed, but she was happy. Even though she was a naughty child, he knew that, deep down, he loved her more than anything else.

- It's going to be the sweetest dessert of all, then. - He said, getting up to fulfill his promise.

As he went to the kitchen, she leaned back on the sofa, with a satisfied smile, watching him. She had won, but for Gitae, seeing her so happy and full of life was worth anything.

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[trueebeauty]

“Are you afraid of me?”

Are you afraid of them? - lookism men

“You wish.”

Honestly, they wished you were afraid of them sometimes. Then maybe you could see how they weren’t good for you. But then again, they were relieved you weren't afraid. It meant you trusted them, and that trust meant everything to them.

"Ouch, sorry to disappoint. I'll try to be more terrifying next time.”

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐉𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐊 - 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 - 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐀 

“Sometimes.”

And could they even blame you for that? They scared themselves at times too. Their actions or words occasionally made them question their own intentions or motivations. They understand.

silence, an intense look

 𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 - 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐇𝐄𝐈 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐀 - 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 - 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆  

“Why would I?”

The pure confusion on your face makes their heart flutter with joy. The thought that you can't fathom any reason to be afraid of them softens their features into a warm smile.

warm smile "You know me better than that." 

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 - 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐍 - 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐌 - 𝐙𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐋𝐄𝐄 - 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 - 𝐉𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆 (everyone listed here is a GREEN FLAG)

“Should I be afraid?”

Good question... Should you be afraid of them? It's not an easy question to answer. They know they can be intimidating at times, even if they don't intend to be.

considers for a long moment "Sometimes I'm not sure myself."

𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 - 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐍 - 𝐄𝐋𝐈 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐆 - 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐀 - 𝐉𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐊 

“You should be.”

𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐎 - 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐁 𝐉𝐈 - 𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐍

( + the ‘yOu ShOuLd bE’ : 𝐄𝐔𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄 - 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐄𝐊 )

“Nah. You’re a big softie.”

You're absolutely right. They don't even know why they asked such a question. Despite their attempts to come across as tough or intimidating at times, deep down they're quite gentle and kind-hearted.

smiles tenderly "Only for you."

 𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐄 - 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐍 - 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 - 𝐉𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌 𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐊 - 𝐉𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐊 - 𝐇𝐔𝐃𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐇𝐍 ( + dare I say : 𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐍 )

“Yeah. I mean, kinda. No... Definitely.”

Definitely. You should run for the hills when it comes to them. Their words and actions are unpredictable and even dangerous at times. Being afraid of them is a completely understandable response. 

nods solemnly "Smart move. The real me is best avoided."

𝐆𝐔𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 - 𝐆𝐎𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐌 - 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐄 - 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 - 𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐌 - 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐎 - 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐉𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐍 ( aka - THE RED FLAGS)

"I'm working on it, I swear. This isn't who I want to be..."

𝐆𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐈𝐌 - 𝐄𝐋𝐈 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐆 - 𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆

[okaysonny]

Hi can you do a Gitae dating headcanons because I love the Jake Kim and gun park:)

thank you! he has about 3 lines so i really have no idea. but this is how i imagine a relationship with taco man.

[aetherrx]

Kim gitae with reader who ran away maybe?(strangers to lovers basically) Anything you like as long it has smut 🙏😔

Gitae x Reader | That Strange Man

Disclaimer |fem!reader | Oral | P in V | Choking wc|3.4k Note: Sorry this took so long. I struggle when it comes to writing about Gitae as we don't really know much about him yet. Hope you Enjoy! •─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────••─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────••─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

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Mexico.

Fucking Mexico.

You’d have slit the throat of any person who’d simply indicated that you would run away, to another country, with your tail tucked between your legs. You were a beast; you were the villain. You weren’t the one that ran, the imbecilic human parasites that surrounded you, were the ones that ran.

They ran from you.

But not anymore.

You were a wounded animal, a dethroned tyrant running from death. That black eyed bastard would get his comeuppance, you’d make sure of it. But, for now, you were stuck licking your wounds in the scorching heat of Mexico, dodging the creepy, slimy looks from rogue cartel members.

To think that the black-eyed bastard had been on your level made you fume with unquenched, fiery rage. You weren’t the only injured rat scurrying away; no, no, no, before that fight ended, you made damn sure to damage the fucker beyond repair, just like he’d done to you, and that jagged scar running down your back.

You sighed, running a hand through your unruly strands as the wind fluttered through, smashing its warm touch against your cheeks. Your legs ached; your temples throbbed with an impeding headache.

You simply wanted this day to end already.

Peeking around, you finally noticed your unfamiliar surroundings, now realising why you were receiving so many weird, slimy looks. The streets in this area all looked very similar, weaving and crossing into one-another, as if they all led to the same centre.

You cursed silently, the sudden realisation that you may have just wondered into the nest of one of the most dangerous cartels in Mexico, which was said to have had its main base in this city.

It was just your luck, to run into the most infamous cartel in Mexico, all because you were stuck in your own head.

This is why you take care to survey your surroundings, dipshit, you scolded yourself, letting out a quiet, scattered sigh as your turned to leave. You could feel holes lasering into your back but chose to ignore it. Better to flee now before more attention is wrought upon you.

Your legs swept rapidly across the cracking pavements, determined to reach the shopping centre and the better side of town, as soon as possible. You may be able to fight, but you cannot fight against a gun.

You could certainly try, but more often than not, gun fights ended with a trip to the hospital or a trip down under. You did not want to be going down under anytime soon.

You sighed with relief as the light churned and burst in front of the last alleyway, your form stepping out into the heavenly light, its beams caressing gently at your cheeks.

You turned to the right, your body colliding into a large, solid wall. You frowned, wincing as your still-injured shoulder smashed into the hard material.

A frown furrowed your brows as you noticed the very warm skin, and very real leather jacket on this supposed ‘wall’. Of-fucking-course. You’re so smart, a wall, she said. You scoffed internally, eyes peeking upwards and clashing with dead, tired eyes.

He’s kind of… handsome. And Korean?

“Oh, sorry,” You apologised in Korean, bowing before you turned to leave. A harsh grip wrapped itself around your wrist before you could leave, causing your eyes to narrow with annoyance. Why do I always have to beat fuckers up in every country I go to?

“Korean?” his timbre was low and grumbly, like a quiet tiger creeping through the night, deadly but silent. His tone brushed over you deliciously, sending a shockwave of shivers down your spine. You could feel that jagged scar running up your back tingling, filling with heat and itching at the sides.

Your head tilted slightly, eyes clashing to meet his again, your eyebrows furrowing at the sudden light twinkling in his dark irises. “Yes?” you answered his question, eyes lowering to his still too-tight grip on your wrist. “Can I help you?” you asked robotically, eyes void and face mostly blank, like always. He watched you with something akin to curiosity across his features, his grip loosening only slightly. You still couldn’t ignore the intimidating aura surrounding this mysterious man, the cold, detached look behind his eyes.

He was a bit like you, really, just harsher, darker and more serious, which you assumed came with age. He looked at least five years older than yourself, with tired bags beneath his eyelids. It made him seem more… enigmatic, in a way.

“Be careful down there,” he stated simply, as if words of protection were foreign to his own lips. You nodded, though filled with confusion, tugging your hand from his completely loosened grip with quite a bit of force.  He looked down at your free hand, eyebrow raised and a hint of curiosity in his gaze, as he stared you down.

You felt almost shy behind the towering walls surrounding your mind, the single place you locked away all and any type of feeling, hiding and cowering in the dark as you put on an emotionless front.

“Thankyou…?” you frowned, tilting away from the strange, towering male. “I’ll… see you around,” you stated simply, finally taking the initiative to walk away, ignoring the continued warm touch against your back, his eyes a never leaving presence until your form disappeared into the far distance, where his eyes could no longer brush with their detached look.

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You hadn’t been able to get that strange man’s presence out of your life for the past two months. You’d sworn you’d felt the heavy impact of his gaze over the first few weeks, your eyes peeking at every corner in attempt to find the strangely alluring man.

During the second month, you’d bumped into him again, though you were sure he’d planned it accordingly. “You again?” you murmured, head tilting upwards to peer into his eyes. He’d looked almost proud, as if nobody somewhat normal had ever looked him in the eye without trembling with fear.

You knew who he was now, having searched up Mexican cartels once you’d reached your shabby apartment on the other side of town. There wasn’t a single full-face shot of the mysterious man, only a single snap of the side of his head, his usual slicked back hair brushing against the sliver of skin shown to the side of the shot.

You’d thought of him as dangerous, but you hadn’t realised he’d been the leader, the drug lord, of one of the most notorious cartels in the entirety of Mexico.

“Me again,” he’d stated, eyes peering into yours, almost as if he’d had invisible hands reaching into your Scalera and into your brain, trying to pry it open and reveal all your secrets to him. However, you were no sissy, and you certainly weren’t a weakling.

Not many could say they’d been up against Gun Park at full strength and injured him. Though, he did injure you beyond repair, too.

You brushed thoughts of that man behind, there was no use dwelling on the death threats that made you scurry away to Mexico in the first place.

“You know who I am, don’t you?” He said as he slung you towards the corner of the alley, just away from the shopping centre.

Away from prying eyes.

You nodded mutely. If he put an end to you, then so be it. You’d lived your life, though not much of it, and it’d been pretty ass so far. You’d been scarred and hurt and broken, but you would not let your mind break. It was one of the only things you had left to yourself, and if you had to get murdered to keep your mind your own, unbroken and untouched, then so be it.

“Yet, you aren’t running,” he mused, tapping a finger against your temple as you looked on emotionlessly. “I don’t care for the horror or fear of death. I have lived, and I have died in many ways already. Kill me or don’t, I don’t have the capacity to care or think of it,” you told him stiffly, eyes narrowed, and tone agitated. He smirked, a teasing, out of this world smirk.

You’d felt like you’d been stabbed into a secret, one you and only you’d be able to hold and nurture and protect.

“Come with me,” he ordered, his hand wrapping around your forearm as he dragged you behind him. “Why? Where are you taking me?” you demanded, feet tapping rapidly as you tried to keep up with his pace.

“There is no one in this world I care for, respect or love. But you,” he let out a cackling laugh, a laugh so beautiful, you’d found it hard to continue breathing. Breathtaking. “You, my angel, have somehow earned a slither of my emotion; emotion I do not usually feel.”

He came to an abrupt halt, turning on you as he crowded you against another stray wall. “But that’s the thing about emotion, angel. I’m the monster of your story, and you are the light that smothers me. I’ll ruin you; I’ll ruin you so beautiful, and you’ll simply adore me for it,” he crooned into your ear, warm lips touching and suckling at your lobe and the large expanse of skin beneath.

I’ll ruin you.

You couldn’t help but let out a stray moan as his hand lowers to squeeze against your clothed breast, cheeks heating at the feel of his lips tipping upwards against your neck, an array of goosebumps lighting up across your skin.

His hand lowered beneath your shirt, shoving up inside your bra as his fingers tweaked your nipple. Bursts of pain and pleasure slithered through your charged veins, the throb between your legs growing more and more.

Your cheeks heated even more as you felt the wetness between your thighs start to gather, his fingers reaching down from your breasts to the waistband of your shorts, fingers dipping beneath your underwear as his index finger dipped into your tight cunt.

“Look at you, so wet for me. After all you know about me, what I’ve done and what I do. Your pussy’s weeping for my fingers, for my cock,” he breathed against your ear, his erection pressing against your side, and you could already tell he was big.

“I’m not going to fuck you today, my angel,” he said as his fingers thrust in and out of your soaping pussy, squelching noises filling and echoing your surroundings, proof of your wetness and absolute need for this psychotic man. He added another finger, stretching your tight channel further, his thumb circling your clit, and you couldn’t help but grind against his hand. “I’m going to fuck you dumb with my fingers, make you shake and tremble with pleasure, before I leave you here as if I was just your ghost,” he murmured, his third finger sliding into your pussy, adding and stretching and exploding your pleasure, reaching you to heights you never thought, with just a simple finger fucking.

For all evil this man was, he knew how to get a girl off really good. You found it harder and harder to reign your moans in, eyes rolling to the back of your head as his fingers thrusted deeper and deeper into your tight channel, pleasure coiling and burning in your stomach.

His hands were so big, his fingers stretched you so wide and strong, you were just so full. The heat across your cheeks darkened as your eyes fully rolled back, spine arching into him as you came all over his fingers, a quiet scream escaping your lips at the ecstasy firing through your blood.

“You come so prettily, too,” he hummed, finger beneath your chin as he tiped your head up, forcing your embarrassed gaze to his. “Next time I want you to scream my name as you come all over me. I’ll see you again soon, my angel,” he whispered, his body disappearing from your dishevelled state in a fraction of a second, a single name carrying across the wind.

Gitae Kim.

Your eyebrows furrow, suspicion arising at his rapid speed.

Is he like Gun Park? And that last name…

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It had only been a week since then, a total of almost three months since you’d met the man at all. Gitae Kim was a total enigma, one you knew came from the first generation. You’d not a doubt in your mind, that he’d somehow been involved with James Lee, who was only a couple of years older than yourself.

You hadn’t known what to think of the man. You either thought wary or lusty thoughts, neither deterring you from wanting to seek him out, to just see him. It had been as if he’d planted his very own obsession inside of you, your thoughts consumed with him and only him. He was never one to stray from your thoughts, and you needed to see him again.

At least until you left to go back to Korea. You’d felt like you’d recovered enough from your injury and felt it time you go back home. But, before you went back, you just wanted to gaze upon Gitae Kim one last time.

That was how you found yourself wondering down the dingy, shadowed alleyway under the ghastly gloom of the moon. Peeks of light filtered through the small gaps in the building as your feet patted quietly against the concrete pavement.

Your hood masked your hair and disguised your feminine form from any creepers, your stature looking like that of a mans as you traversed through the multiple alleyways, face set into a determined expression as you stalked forward.

“What do we have here,” a slimy male voice crooned from the side of you, his gaze clicking with the other man opposite you. “A little boy’s gotten lost,” The other males voice snickered, just as you felt shivers track down your spine.

Fuck, I didn’t want to be noticed.

In your hurry to get to Gitae, you’d completely forgone your usual masked presence, feet patting loudly and obviously, which had obviously wrought you unwanted attention.

You really didn’t feel like fighting two massive, fully-grown adult males right now. Though they weren’t as menacing as Gitae, you couldn’t help but think they were strong, and that you weren’t at your best. No, you were probably at your worst, even after mostly recovering. Now that you’d reflected, you’d probably barely recovered at all.

Maybe they’ll take me to Gitae. If not, I’ll have to use what’s left of my recovered energy, to take them out.

“You should know better than to come to this side of the city, boy,” one of the goons snickered, their hand wrenching the back of your neck in a tight grip, before dragging you forwards, deeper into the nest of the Cartel.

What felt like eons, but was likely only minutes, finally passed, and you found yourself bang in the middle of the cartel gang. Men of all sizes surrounded the space in a funny-looking circle, and a single man- Gitae – sat on a metal, rectangular box, at the front of the space.

“Sir, we found this boy lurking on the outskirts of our den,” the goon holding you explain, head bowed in respect, as the other goons grip tightened harshly on your upper arm. You could see Gitae’s eyes narrowing on you menacingly, but you couldn’t find it in you to be scared.

You knew this was what he was really like, he was an infamous cartel drug-lord, for one, and the menacing aura that had always followed him like a shadow should have made that fact even more obvious.

Gitae stops in front of you, his hand tugging down your hood. A flash of recognition flies through his eyes, his lip lifting into a rare smirk at the mutters echoing around the space.

“A little Birdy got lost,” He crooned, before his face fell flat and his expression became one of stone. “However, this little birdy is here for me.” His gaze narrows on his followers. “Get to work,” he barked, before grabbing your arm and stalking towards a single door to the right of the space.

He leads you into what you assume is quarters, leading you deep into the home, then tugging open a door hidden in an enclosed corner. “My angel came to find me,” He murmured, his hand holding your cheek as he towered over you.

“I wanted to see you before I left,” You blurted out, cheeks heating at your lack of brain around this one man. “Left?” He asked, tone stoney, while his eyes dragged you into his storm. “I’m going back to Korea,” you said, not breaking eye contact with the menace.

Gitae smirked, “And you wanted to see me one last time?” Despite yourself, and despite his mocking smile, you couldn’t help but nod at his question.

That was before you found yourself flat against soft satin sheets, a red hue flushed across your cheeks, eyes hazed with lust and lips parted into a tiny pout as Gitaes large cocked rammed in and out of your opening.

“Ngh~ slow down,” you whimpered, the sound of obscene squelching filling the room as Gitae rutted in and out of your wet cunt, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, at the delicious stretch of your pussy around his thick cock.

He smirked, lifting one of your legs to rest on his shoulder as he angled his hips, hitting you deeper and deeper with each thrust, until you could almost feel him at the bottom of your stomach. “We all know you’re a slut for my cock, my angel. Shut up and take me like a good girl.”

You could see the haze of lust blurring his vision as his thrust became quicker and sloppier, your vision blacking out for a second, as his hand wrapped around your throat squeezed with an almost gentle pressure.

His pelvis brushed and slid against your weeping clitoris with every single thrust into your squelching cunt, pleasure soring through your veins as your mouth parted with a partially loud moan. The tightness in your stomach exploded, your pussy clenching down onto Gitae’s cock as you came, nails digging into his shoulders and drawing blood as you rode out your orgasm.

Still sensitive, you were overloaded with aftershocks of pleasure as Gitae carried on ploughing into your tight channel, thrusts becoming harder and harder as he chased his own high. A small, gravely groan escaped his lips as he came, the feel of cold matter entering you causing you to explode around his cock one last time.

His still semi-hard cock left your tight cunt, his lips locking with yours as you battled tongues. A trail of saliva connected you before he broke off and moved down your body, head burrowing to peek at your swollen, pink cunt, still flowing with your juices and his cum.

His wet appendage sprung out, licking and sucking at your tender clit. You moaned out in protest, pussy clenching and eyes rolling back at the overstimulation. “Don’t try and protest, my angel. I can see your needy cunt clenching right in front of my eyes,” He crooned into your cunt, his voice vibrating against your sensitive channel as he slipped his tongue into your cunt, his thumb rubbing your clit in slow circles.

That swirling ball of pleasure grew again in your stomach, tightening and tightening as his tongue thrust in and out of your wet cunt, squelching and obscene sounds becoming louder and louder as you moaned and screamed on is tongue.

Your orgasm rushed through you at the added pressure against your clit, your hands reaching to clutch at Gitae’s raven locks as you came on his tongue. “Delicious.” You watched with flushed cheeks as he loomed over you, the residual of your juices marring his mouth and chin.

He leaned over you, lips licking at your juices left on his mouth before his breath hit your ear. “I think I’ve become particularly addicted to the taste of your pussy, my angel. I’ll be coming with you to Korea.”

You had a feeling he’d already been set on returning to Korea before you came into the picture, he’d just decided to take you with him on his menacing mission of destruction.

You couldn’t say you weren’t looking forward to it.

[whyreyousoobsessedwithme]

Every time I come across a gitae reader, I am traumatized. Not even reading the whole thing, just by the tags and description.

Gitae stans, is everything ok at home? 😟😟

[wannaeatramyeon]

Gitae Kim x Reader: Unhinged

G/N. Short + sweet. You both have a fondness for violence. Masterlists

"Beat him up, please!"

You smile at Gitae, like a small devil sitting on his shoulders and whispering into his ear.

Not that he ever needed the push but it is refreshing being with someone that has a similar brutality to him, who didn't flinch and cower everytime he got his axe out, and when he returns home covered in blood, greets him with a grin and asks "Good day?"

Albeit this time, the violence would be well deserved.

Some fool, who obviously didn't know who you were, had the stupidity to try and hit on you, and be even more forceful when you told him to fuck off.

Presence not yet detected, Gitae had approached the scene with you somewhat backed against the wall and the guy looming over you. Except you didn't look nervous or anxious at all, you looked pissed as hell and like you were ready to pull the knife hidden in your boot and give him a fatal wound or two.

His heart warms at that thought.

Warms further when you look past the man and finally spot Gitae's huge, muscular frame. You give Gitae a smile, like butter wouldn't melt, then sweetly ask him to beat up that stranger.

How could Gitae deny you this? He never could say no to you anyway.

.

.

"Thanks babe!" You say, threading your fingers with his and pressing an obnoxious smooch to the back of his hand, not minding that it is splattered with crimson.

Gitae lets out a small exhale of amusement at your upbeat attitude and sunny demeanour.

You give one last harsh kick to the man, now lying bloodied and half dead on the floor. He winces as your foot connects painfully with his side.

Turning to Gitae, you pull a face when your stomach rumbles, and ask what he's thinking of for lunch.

[immortalityforthegoddess]

hi hi hi, writing here with the help of the translator!! I just discovered your blog and saw that your requests are open!! I would like to request a simple story between blind reader x Kim Gitae please!!

My Favorite Person

Gitea kim x Blind reader

Thank you for your request love! I had a lot of fun writing this!

"Gitea? Gitea where are you?" You said as you tried finding your way around this large mansion. Gitea had called early this morning under the claims that he needed help with something.

But what could a blind person do for a man like Gitea? You couldn't even keep track of your own cane, which was needed for your everyday life!

You would lose your head if it wasn't attached to you, and now here you where, grabbing the tables and counters, leaning on walls to find your way.

"Careful little girl." A deep voice from the back said making you jump in surprise. "G-Gitea?", you said slowly turning around careful not to fall.

"The one and only." He said walking up and gently putting his hand on your waist, "You where headed for the stairs." He said gentle leading you away from the stairs.

"Where's your cane?" He asked, keeping the hand on your waist, holding close to him. "I lost it...", you said, earning a chuckle from the larger man.

"Now, how on earth did you do that, little girl?". A smirk plastered across his face, " Am not really sure..", "mm?", "I had it one minute and sat it down...than went to grab it and it was just gone."

You explained, thinking how greatful you were that you were blind, very rare thoughts. "Well it's a good thing I just so happened to come across it.". Gitea said taking his hand off your waist and lifting your hand, setting down only what you can assume to be your cane, in your hand.

"Oh- thank you so much Gitea!". You said, as he chuckled " you know little girl, I rarely say something like this so do feel very special". Gitea said walking in front of you and bending down to your small frame,

"Your my favorite person." Than standing back up, he quickly made up some excuse as to why he called you so damn early.

Now you would never willing admit this but...you did feel very special, it's just the way he treats you, talks to you, acts around you, makes you feel like cloud nine.

And now you were sitting in gitea's office, in gitea's chair as he talked on about his plans to find another half sibling of his, you sat in his chair as he leans on his desk in front of you.

Maybe, just maybe he was your favorite person too.

[amphitriteswife]

‘What would you do if i like someone else?’

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

[locomoqo]

me and my husband

— gitae kim x gn!reader

details: pure fluff, established relationship, gitae is ur hubby!

A/N: im doing fluff bc im still playing around with how to write gitae's character (also it's what the spin the wheel chose🌝)

Gitae isn't a perfect husband, but he tries his best to be a good one. He’ll only ever try for you. Through all the bloodshed he's faced and caused, you're the one good thing in his life—the only thing that keeps him grounded. At first, your affection threw him off, he'd never experienced anything like it. But he got used to it. He learned from you, and he tries to show it back, no matter how awkward it feels sometimes due to his bluntness.

He believes you deserve the best of everything. That’s why, even after he married you, he does his best to shield you from the darker parts of his world—the violence, the drugs, the chaos—even though you’re aware of the life he leads. You're his haven, his one escape from all the madness.

Gitae stood by the window, the faint glow of his cigarette the only light in the dark room. His jaw was tense, his mind racing with the events of the day—from the trades to the insignificants trying to grab his territory. He exhaled slowly, the smoke swirling around him like the shadows he walked in every day.

Then, he heard it, a soft rustling of the sheets behind him.

“Gitae?” your sleepy voice broke the silence, gentle but insistent. “What are you doing up? Come back to bed.”

His hardened expression softened instantly at the sound of your voice. Turning, he saw you curled up under the covers, your hair tousled from sleep. The sight of you made the weight on his shoulders a little lighter.

“Thinking about work again?” you asked when he slid back under the covers and sat beside you, leaning against the headboard.

He only hummed in response, taking another drag from his cigarette before tapping the ash into the tray beside the bed.

“You work too much,” you mumbled, reaching out to lace your fingers with his. Your hand, small and delicate, was a sharp contrast to his rough, calloused one. “You should be resting too.”

It was true. The bags under his eyes seemed to deepen every day, yet somehow, they suited him.

“You worry too much,” he said, leaving the still lit up cigarette in the tray. He glanced down at you, his eyes softer now.

“And you don’t worry enough,” you replied with a small frown, sitting up to look at him properly. “What will it take for you to listen to me?”

He let out a low chuckle, deep and rare, a sound reserved only for you. Leaning down, he kissed the top of your head, your familiar scent calming him more than anything else ever could. You pressed your cheek against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“I missed you today,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. “You’ve been distant.”

He stilled for a moment, his hand pausing on your back. "Don't mean to be," he said quietly, his voice rough.

You looked up at him, studying his face before offering him that soft, reassuring smile you always gave when he let his guard down.

“I know,” you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. It was slow, tender, and filled with warmth, spreading through him like a balm.

“I’ll make it up to ya,” he murmured, deepening the kiss as he cupped your cheek, pulling you closer.

You pulled away after a few minutes, just enough to catch your breath, your fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw. “I’ll forgive you if you go to sleep before you drive yourself crazy,” you teased, leaning over to put out his cigarette completely so he wouldn’t be tempted to pick it up again.

With a soft sigh, he gave in, letting you guide him down into the bed. You curled up next to him, his arm wrapped around you protectively. In that moment, he displayed a rare show of vulnerability—you're the only one who will ever hold his heart in the palm of your hand.