#the fact they let this kid just.
Impregnation kink with Seonghwa
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pairing: park seonghwa x fem!reader. | genre: established relationship, smut. | warnings: soft dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, impregnation kink, body worship ig, mirror sex, insecurities.| word count: 596. | hyde’s input: having children: 🤮🤢👎✋💩 having seonghwa's children: 🥰🥵🙌🤸♀️💞
“eyes on the mirror, darling.”
seonghwa’s voice is but a love-filled whisper in your ear, a soft coo to coax you into following his command. it still manages to leave you breathless, brain melting into a puddle of useless jelly in your head and, if it wasn’t for the spot you’d secured in your husband’s lap, you’re almost certain your knees would be giving out on you.
not amused by you ignoring him, an empty spot is left on your hip where his hand once lay, now moving up the expanse of your body till your chin sits in his grasp and he’s tilting it upward and forcing your to look ahead at the mirror in question.
the reflection paints a portrait, a piece of modern art comprised of a man and a woman, bare as the day they were brought into the world and connected to one another in the most primal way. the man sits on the edge of a pristine bed, legs spread and forcing the woman’s legs to do the very same, as she sits perched in his naked lap. his eyes are fiery, like a summer day that leaves you craving something sweet, yet the ring on his finger is cold as his other hand has now occupied itself with the woman’s breasts, tweaking at the pretty little buds on her chest.
“you’re so sexy.” he says it like it’s common knowledge, an undeniable fact to humanity. “and these past few months have only made you even more so. watching you carry our child’s just made me more in love, more crazy about you.”
every part of you is begging you to close your eyes when seonghwa plants a hand on your hips and thrusts up into again, every inch of his cock fitting snugly within your velvet walls, shooting a burst of magnetic pleasure through you both, drawing each of you closer and closer, little room for air and even less for insecurities.
“and this,” his palm smooths over the ever-growing bump forming along your stomach area, littering your skin in stretch marks that seonghwa so graciously demands you call them body art, a physical demonstration of just how strong you and your body are. “is what we owe it all to. our little bundle of joy is being kept safe, being taken care of, is alive all thanks to this bump.”
he’s talking, and you know you should be listening, taking in every word and engraving it into your heart, but you’re too far gone, tears brimming in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, every minutes that passes just adding more time onto the clock of how long you’ve been edged towards a climax, seonghwa hell bent on proving to you just how much he still wants your body all to himself, despite all the new added features you’d been foolish enough to criticize about yourself after leaving the shower earlier int he evening, unaware of your husband’s early return home and the fact he was watching every frown and grimace you’d worn as you inspected your pregnant body.
“i love you so much like this, that i think i might just knock you up all over again once we get through this pregnancy.” his eyes stare at you through the mirror, watching you as he dips his head down to plant his lips on your neck. “and don’t let me get started on your tits, darling, because the moment you give me the go ahead, you can guarantee i’m going to be feasting on the milk inside them.”
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“Despite the catastrophic destruction of Amity Labs last week-”
Gandra closed the app on her phone with an annoyed sigh as she came to a stop in the alleyway where her supposed client was supposed to meet her. Which, you know, real reassuring in regards to their legitimacy and not at all suspect in any sense.
...Sarcasm, of course this was sketchy as hell.
But with FOWL getting their asses handed to them and her having to up and leave for St. Canard before she got tossed in the clink like the rest of the villains that Bradford HADN’T zapped out of existence, she didn’t have many good options.
Not that she ever really had any good options to begin with, given her line of work.
Which is probably how and why she found herself back in Duckburg after getting a call about a possible job offer. One she...admittedly really needed, and one with the promise of letting her do as she pleased in regards to her scientific endeavors.
So what else could she do but wait for this mysterious hirer of hers to arrive at a creepy, abandoned alleyway on the far side of town, with the occasional glance down at social media?
Although to be fair, social media wasn’t exactly fairing any better.
She had no idea what the fuck was going on in the next town over, but wherever she turned on social media, it involved either the destruction of some place called Amity Labs (’The Fall of Amity’ as they called it), or some revelation about that Ironwoof guy killing his dad for trafficking children.
Which, you know, was really starting to make her reconsider her initial thoughts on the guy. Sure, he was still kind of a stuck-up rich dude, but y’know...props to him there. The social media sharks could turn it however they wanted, that was the opposite of a bad thing.
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Ok no but can we talk about this panel for a second?
Anyone else hearing alarm bells? No?
I mean...this thirteen year old was..fully willing to let his father brutally murder him because he’d rather die by his hand than risk killing his father by defending himself (and Bruce isn’t even a particularly good father in canon, so...yikes).
What the fuck? what the fuck? what the fuck?
Okay, unless Batman didn’t remember this event after whatever fucked him up wore off or something there’s something seriously wrong with the fact that this was just brushed under the rug.
Uh...hello? Bruce? That kid...that kid is not mentally okay. Thirteen year olds who are mentally okay don’t let their fathers attempt to brutally murder them.
Seriously, what the fuck? Someone get this kid some therapy.
Edit: I have been informed this is not actually Bruce. However, Damian believes it is, so I literally don’t see why it is relevant like at all. The point about Damian literally allowing his father to brutally murder him is still the same.
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