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getosbigballsack · 9 months

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𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝑴𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝐶𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑋 𝑀𝐼𝐿𝐹 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: 𝐻𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑛. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑦. 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡, ��𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑓 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜?

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑔 𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑘, 𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑦, 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 (𝑀𝑎𝑚𝑎) 𝑒𝑡𝑐

𝐴/𝑁: ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡.

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✯𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢'𝑠 𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑃𝑒𝑛

𝐸𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦❤︎

To think that the young master Gojo would stay true to his words when he promised you that he would visit you in the night to have dinner and spend what he called “quality time” with you and your son.

Guys around his age were mostly talk and not action. Always making big promises that they knew weren't able to fulfil, but Gojo? Nope you underestimated him, deeply so too.

Hence the reason you stood stiff at your door entrance, gazing at the young 21 year old who had a huge grin on his face, a bag in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. He's really here, and neatly dressed too in a black turtleneck sweater, grey slacks and black boots to match. To top off his looks, he had his signature dark glasses resting at the top of his white head of white pillowy hair.

Just then you became very conscious of your attire. Plain black shorts and a pink crop top that had your nipples poking through the milk stain on your top.

You felt ashamed, appearing to the young man in such a state, you almost slammed the door in his face to go change, but the sound of his voice brought you back to reality.

“Mrs. Hiroshima, aren't you gonna let me in? I brought dinner, just like I promised,” he said as he held up the bag that you now saw that was filled with dishes of food.

“Uhm… yeah sure come in,” you said, stepping away from the doorway and allowing him to step inside your husband’s home. You locked the door before moving towards the kitchen where you had your baby babbling away with his pacifier in his mouth in his high chair around the kitchen counter.

“You have a lovely house Mrs. Hiroshima,” Gojo complimented as he rested the bag on the counter and went towards your baby to tickle underneath his chin, “Hey baby Kaori, you're so cute.”

Kaori giggled, stretching his arms out to Gojo as he continued to tickle underneath his chin. A smile crept upon your face, but quickly faded when you remembered the reason Gojo was here.

Earlier, he came up to you once again after your husband rudely disrespected you in front of his colleagues. Gojo came up to you with a drink you never ordered and placed it in front of you and rested a hand on your shoulder.

“Your husband doesn't deserve you Mrs. Hiroshima,” he whispered, his tall lanky body leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “I can treat you better than your husband can. I can show you a good time. I can treat you like how you deserve to be treated. If you let me, I will take care of you and your son.”

Confused, you turn your head slightly to see him already looking at you, eyes half lidded, lips between his teeth as he waits for a response from you. But none came, you were too baffled to even respond, so then he licked his lips and whispered once more, “Hm, how about we have dinner at your place tonight. Me, you and baby Kaori. Think of it as quality time. I'm sure you'd like that. I'll drop by at 7 tonight.”

With that said he pressed a kiss against your cheek before leaving to attend to the rest of the customers inside the cafe that was previously owned by his father but now, under his name.

“Uhm Gojo?” You called out to him and he slowly turned around to face you with a smile gracing his lips. “Uhm what are you…”

“Oh my bad, I bought you flowers. I hope you're not allergic to them,” he said, cutting you in the middle of your sentence while standing straight and handing over the flowers to you. You muttered a quiet thanks as you took them from him.

They were beautiful, and they smelled wonderful too. “I wasn't sure if you'd like roses that much or maybe you'd think I was being too cliché so I chose something different.”

You smiled, a bit thoughtful of him, you thought as you to another whiff of the flowers before turning around to go find a vase to put them in. Meanwhile Gojo began to unpack the food from the bag, resting each on the kitchen counter before walking towards you and resting a hand on your hip.

You startled to say the least, almost dropping the flowers on the countertop as you turned slightly to look at him. “Uhm… Gojo.”

Once again he stopped you from saying what he knew what you were about to say and said, “The dishes, where are they? We don't want the food to get cold now.”

You sighed heavily, but still he was right. He prepared all this meal, might as well have some before pointing him towards the front door. It was wrong of you to entertain a man inside your husband’s house, dressed in skimpy clothes at that too. But you see nothing wrong with having a home cooked meal. It’s been a while since you had something warm, too busy being a mom to even cook for yourself.

“They’re right above your head, Gojo-kun,” you said pointing towards the cabinet before you. He smiled, hand reaching above you to grab two dishes.

“I made a lot of food, I wasn’t sure what you would like, so I went with the safest option. Fried chicken, white rice with egg rolls and curried vegetables.”

“Sounds delicious,” you said, while grabbing the flower vase, filling it with water and placing the flowers in before walking over to the kitchen island where you saw Gojo plating you a presentable looking meal. “Oh, wow.”

“Eat up,” he said as he placed the dish in front of you and handed you the fork he used to plate your meal. You wasted no time, feeling your tummy rumble a bit and took a bite of the curry vegetables. Gojo watched, eyes grinning when he saw your eyes light up with excitement as you took another bite of the curry vegetable. “Do you like it, Mrs. Hiroshima?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, taking another bite of the curry veggies. “I’ve never had curry vegetables before. This actually tastes really good.”

He smiled, “I need to thank my mom for the recipe the next time I see her.” You chuckled and continued on eating while Gojo sat closely to you with his plate filled with food as well. You watched closely as Gojo hummed as he dug into the curry vegetable. You never missed how the tip of his brow arched slightly as he chewed away on his food. “Oh, I should make this more often.”

“You should,” you added and he chuckled in response.

You both sat in silence for a while, but not without sneaking glances at each other until Gojo decided to speak up, “So Mrs. Hiroshima, I heard that you were once the valedictorian at my university.”

Your eyes perched up a bit, “You’re attending UT? I mean the university of Tokyo?”

He nodded his head, “Mhm!”

“What Major?” you asked while resting your arm on the table and glanced over at Kaori who was still babbling away with his pacifier.

“I’m a double major actually. I’m majoring in both economics and finance,” he said before biting into the fried chicken.

“Wow impressive Gojo-kun, never knew you were that smart,” you commented.

He shrugged, “Never really had much of a choice. I didn’t want to choose, so I did them both.”

“I understand. And to answer your question from before, yes I was the valedictorian of my graduating class,” you said smiling at him.

“I hope to graduate as valedictorian for my class, but my best friend Suguru isn’t going down without a fight you see. He beat me last semester by 0.01%. He had a 4.50 gpa and I had a 4.49 gpa.”

You laughed as he continued to mumble about how he cried and his best friend laughed at him when the results came out.

“It’s not even funny Mrs. Hiroshima, if only I got that 1% that I need on that exam then maybe we both would’ve been tied last semester. But nonetheless, though I was upset with him, I felt happy for him regardless, it’s good to have a friend like him. He’s always pushing me to be the better version of myself and I’m doing the same for him.”

“That’s lovely…” your sentence was cut short by the sound of Kaori’s whimpering. You looked over at him to see that he was getting a bit fussy. Ah yes, it’s his bedtime. You quickly hopped out of your seat, resting your fork in your dish that still had a bit of food left in it. You gently took your baby out of his high chair, went back to sit beside Gojo and without even thinking, you lifted your crop top exposing your swollen breast to Gojo just before putting your baby onto your breast. “I’m sorry about that Gojo-Kun. As I was saying, it's lovely to have friends that want the best for you in life.”

Your head turned slightly to look over at Gojo, hoping that he’d respond to you, but when you looked at him, you saw his head resting on the kitchen island, the side of his cheek that was visible and the tip of his ear was bright pink. “Gojo-Kun?”

He cleared his throat, trying to get his thoughts together after what he just witnessed. He is no stranger to naked women, having seen his fair share of breasts of all different sizes and manners there is no reason for him to get this flustered at the sight of another set of women’s tits. But you, the moment you absentmindedly exposed your breast, his cheeks turned bright pink, heart hammering rapidly against his chest. He had to quickly hide his face, out of respect to you being a mother, and also to silence the perverted thoughts of you that plagued his mind for many nights before.

Fuck… fuck… fuck he hissed. Who would’ve thought that a woman’s lactating breast would’ve turned him on just as much as yours did. “My apologies,” he said, swallowing the ball in his throat as he lifted his head to look at you, trying his hardest to keep his eyes on your face and his cock from getting any harder than it already is. Not yet Satoru… In due time he reminded himself as he cleared his throat yet again. “I accidentally choked on a bit of rice.” He lied.

“There’s a bottle of orange juice in the fridge. Help yourself to some, it’ll help clear your throat a bit better.”

“Thank you,” he said as he removed himself from the kitchen island, walked over to the cabinet and grabbed two glasses to pour the orange juice in and once he was through with his task, he sat beside you once more, thanking you for the juice yet again before taking a sip. “What were we talking about again?”

“Ah! I was saying that you’re lucky enough to have a friend like Geto. It’s nice to see friends supporting each other,” you repeated.

“Right, right and speaking of the bastard, he is majoring in your department,” Gojo said to you.

“Oh really, and what’s his major?”

“Information and communication engineering and a minor in applied physics,” Gojo replied.

“That’s awesome, good for you boys,” you complimented. For the remainder of the meal, you and Gojo continued on with the conversation. Gojo did most of the talking though, because he was trying to hide the fact he had a semi-boner hiding underneath the table.

…

It was 9 pm, Kaori was already in his crib sleeping, you were currently mopping the kitchen and the dishes from earlier were currently being taken care of by Gojo even though you told him that he didn’t have to do it. But he insisted because he was the one who brought dinner to your house, so it was right for him to do the dishes.

“I'm done Mrs. Hiroshima,” Gojo said as he wiped his hands on the dish cloth that you gave to him before neatly folding it and hanging it from the stove handle and then leaned his lower back against the kitchen counter.

“Thank you,” you said, smiling at him.

He waved his hand at you and responded, “It's the least I can do.” It was silent for a while, Gojo’s eyes never leaving your frame, studying how you gently wiped the kitchen island top and cleaned up Kaori’s high-chair, until he spoke up, “So did you enjoy tonight?”

You shook your head, “It’s been a while since I had a home cooked meal and I thank you for that. It was very warm and pleasing to my tummy.” After you were through with cleaning Kaori’s high chair, you went to dispose of the paper towel you use to clean and rest the mop back into the small cleaning closet inside the kitchen. “Plus it's been a while since someone took the time out of their day to remember that I exist. So really Gojo-Kun, thank you. Your presence meant a lot to me.”

“Can I add a bit more to that meaning?” he asked while biting his bottom lip.

“What do you mean?” You asked him.

He used his hand to push himself away from the kitchen counter and slowly made his way towards you. “You said that my presence here meant a lot to you, so I was hoping to add more to that. You know I could stay the night and we could watch a movie, cuddle and talk about anything you like.”

Your eyes almost rolled out of its sockets the moment Gojo mentioned ‘stay the night’. He knew that you're married and he also knew that it was inappropriate of him to even think about spending the night here at your husband's house. No matter how tempting his offer to watch a movie and cuddle sounded, you're married and despite the fact that your husband wasn't loyal to you, it doesn't mean that had to do the same.

“As thoughtful as that may sound, I don't think that's a good idea Gojo-Kun.”

“Why not?” He asked as he inched closer to you and once his heel was touching yours, he was quick to cage you in-between his body and the counter.

You're baffled. Did he really just ask why you don't think it's a good idea. “Because Gojo, I'm a married woman.”

“And so? What does that have to do with anything?” he asked.

“Really, that means that I have a husband… and no matter what he does to me I’ll never betray him.”

“Your husband doesn’t even want you though,” he said, staring you dead in the eyes.

“Excuse me?”

“Im sorry,” he quickly apologised as soon as he realised what he had just said to you. You watched as his head bowed a little and he heaved a heavy sigh. “I meant every word though, about your husband not wanting you.”

You rolled your eyes, hands lifting up to push him away from, but his tall lanky body didn’t move an inch. You growled, “Then why apologise.”

“Because I don’t want you to hate me,” he whispered as he leaned his body forward and rested his forehead against yours. “I like you Y/N.” Time for him to drop the formalities and get a little bit serious. In this moment right here, he needed for you to understand that he wasn’t joking around when he said that he wanted to take care of you and your son.

“Gojo… Kun I don’t…”

“Sh!” he hushed you. “I don’t wanna hear about your husband, because he doesn’t deserve you.”

“Who are you to say that he doesn’t deserve me?” You asked.

He chuckled a bit as he responded, “Who am I? The question you should be asking me, Mrs Hiroshima, is what do I know?”

You bit your lip and tried to push him away once again, but he just wouldn't move.

“Why are you trying to push me away?” He whispered.

You swallowed thickly. “You're being inappropriate Gojo-Kun.”

“How? By telling you the truth?” He asked. Your lips twitched a bit, feeling a bit irritated by his lack of manners or let's say how blatantly disrespectful he was being when he spoke about your relationship with your husband, even though what he was saying to you was the truth.

You rolled your eyes and gave up on trying to push him away. You both stood for a while in silence, nothing but the sounds of your heavy breathing could be heard. “Mrs. Hiroshima?” Gojo called out to you, finally breaking the silence between you too, and also in hopes that it'll lighten the heavy tension that was now between the two of you.

“What, Gojo?” You answered him.

He sighed, “Aren't you tired of being disrespected by your husband constantly? Aren't you tired of hearing him say that you aren't good enough for him? Aren't you tired of seeing him neglect your son. Aren't you tired of being lonely?”

“What do you know?” You asked him this time and he smirked.

He then replied to you in a soft tone, “More than I should. I know about the bathroom hook ups inside the cafe, the amount of women he takes to the cafe on a daily basis after he's certain you're home then leave to fuck them in the parking lot. I know about the rude disrespectful words that he utters about you to my father Y/N.”

Your lips trembled as Gojo continued on with his statement.

“He says that you’re a useless woman. He said he’s embarrassed to have you around and to call you his wife, all because you decided not to abort your baby. Oh… yeah he even told my father that he refuses to have intercourse with you because you’re now damaged goods.”

“Shut up! I don’t wanna hear anymore of this,” you yelled out, hot tears pricking the corner of your eyes. Gojo said nothing more, only watched as you hastily tried to rid yourself of the tears that you’re getting so tired of wasting on your good for nothing husband. You can’t believe a word that Gojo was uttering out of his mouth. You knew how he felt about you ever since you decided to give birth to Kaori, but to hear him describe you as damaged goods. Oh he’s done it now.

You’re crying now, your hands moving to cover up your face to hide the tears from Gojo’s eyes. But he wasn’t having it, so he pulled your hand away from your face and used his hand to wipe your tears before caressing your cheeks. He hated to see you cry, he was getting a bit tired of seeing your tears even though at this very moment, he was sort of the reason you had tears in your eyes.

“Y/N,” he whispered your name as he continued to caress your cheeks. “I'm sorry, for making you cry like this. It wasn't my intention to do so, but still you need to know that it's not worth being faithful to that scum you call husband Y/N.”

“Gojo-Kun…” you called to him, but he shook his head no, placed a finger on your lips to silence you.

“Y/N, your husband, he doesn't deserve you. You're too good for him. How dare he call you damaged goods. He should be praising you, worshipping you for bringing such a precious life into this world. You know how many men would kill to have a wife like you. And there he goes, wasting his time and other things and neglecting his own wife.”

You swallowed thickly while batting your lashes at Gojo. Your heart felt heavy hammering against your chest as Gojo continued to praise you, congratulating you for being the best mother you could be for your young baby, Kaori. No one has ever praised you for your efforts.

“Y/N, you deserve better than that old scum. You deserve someone who recognizes your worth and who's willing to treat you like the strong, beautiful woman you are. You need a man who's willing to treat you like you deserve to be treated, a man who is going to take care of you and your son,” he said as he licked his lips and leaned his face forward a bit. “I want to be that someone for you Y/N, I want to be that man for you.”

“Go… Gojo? I…”

“Just think about Y/N. All the fun you and I can have together. All the memories you'll be able to create with Kaori and myself. I might still be a college student but I got money, enough to take care of you and your son financially. I can cook, I'm fun to be around Y/N, and if that's not enough, just the simple fact that I like you should be enough for you to think about giving me a chance to prove to you that I can be the man you need.”

“You're… your words are sweet Gojo-Kun but I… I don't…” and before you were able to complete the sentence, Gojo shuts you up with a peck on your lips. You stared at him with wide eyes, in pure shock having just felt his lips against yours.

“Hey mama… listen to me,” Gojo said, snapping you out of your trance. “I can promise you three things, mama. I can take care of you and your son, I can show you a good time and I got a big dick,” he whispered the last bit of his sentence while staring you dead in the eyes.

“G… Gojo,” you stuttered, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Did he really just say that he had a big dick? Your brain was trying to figure out if he actually said that, but what he said next is all the confirmation that you need.

“If you let me stay the night, I'll fulfil two of my promises to you. So how about it mama, is 8.5 big enough for you?”

“That's enough… Gojo-Kun,” you stuttered. Your body was feeling a bit too hot. Did his words have that much affect on you or are you just too lonely and touch deprived?

“Think about it Mrs. Hiroshima. Let me stay with you tonight,” he whispered before leaning down to peck your lips once more. “I promise it'll be fun for the both of us. Especially for you.”

You're conflicted now, not knowing what to say to him. Not knowing if his promises held any truth to them. You're wondering if he really liked you? Why you? You're married and have a baby so why waste such precious time on you?

You bit your lips while staring at his lips, tempted to lean in once more to feel his soft lips against yours, but at the same time you wanted to bite them then remind him that no matter what you'll remain loyal to your husband.

But is it worth it? Is your loyalty to your husband worth it? What sense does it make to stay loyal to someone who basically called you damaged goods, when there's a perfectly healthy man standing before you offering to give you a good time and what you're assuming to be good sex?

Is it all worth it? Is it worth betraying your husband and for sex? Maybe, you're not sure. You're conflicted.

Gojo realized that, how the muscles in your face twitched, curved and bend with whatever facial expression on your face.

You teeth gnawing on your lips, so deep in thoughts you didn't even take notice of Gojo’s slight movement until you felt his hand grazing your bottom, “You're thinking too hard about this Y/N. Come on, let's go upstairs. Please.”

“Go… Gojo-Kun.”

“Please!” He whispered before tilting his head to the side to kiss your lips for the third time, but this time a bit longer than before. It wasn't a peck, but it wasn't a full blown kiss either, he was teasing you, tempting you to kiss him back. “Kiss me back!” He whispered with his lips still. “Please! Kiss me back!” He begged once more before you finally gave in, closing your eyes and slowly moving your lips against his.

Your toes curled, hands quickly grabbing onto the fabric of his sweater, bunching the cotton material between your hands. The hand that grazed your bottom moved up further to grab a handful of your ass cheeks which caused you to moan a bit against his lips, before moving to rest itself against your hips while his other hand went to cup your hot cheek.

Who knew that kissing could feel great? Maybe it's because it's been a while since you last felt someone's lips against yours. But still it felt as though he was drawing every last breath from your body until there was nothing left. “Y/N,” he whispered your name against your lips. “Let's go upstairs.”

He pecked your lips a couple of times before you pulled away to look at him. Once again you asked yourself. Is your loyalty to your husband worth breaking to have sex with Gojo?

It may not be, but what's the harm? So you say fuck it to yourself before answering him, “I need to shower first.”

A smile stretched itself across his face as he pulled away from you entirely, grabbed hold of your hand and led you towards the front door. “Let me grab my bag and something else from my car. I too feel the need to freshen up.”

“Ok,” you mumbled, shaking your head before releasing his hand and watched as he pulled his car key from his slacks, opened up your front door and quickly went towards his car to grab what he needed. A few short minutes later he returned with a bag slung over his shoulder and a small box of large condoms.

He came prepared. It's like he was expecting you to say yes.

“Let's go.”

…

It's been about fifteen minutes since you agreed to have sex with Gojo. And now you're stepping out the bathroom in a white half silk half mesh lingerie dress that was gifted to you just last week. You had no intention of wearing it, you had no reason to wear it before.

But now as you walked further into the bedroom to see Gojo sitting on the windowsill with a phone in his hand while the other one gripped his cock over his grey sweater pants and a loose t-shirt he wore resting comfortably on his well defined abs, you thought that wearing this was the right decision.

He didn’t hear you come in nor did he see you walking over to him until he felt your feet touching his. He quickly looked up, mouth almost dropping open when he saw you standing before him. That lingerie you did nothing to shield your body from him. He could see everything, from the curves of your breasts, the fat and thickness of your nipples, to the softness of your tummy, the dips in your luscious thighs and that white lacy panty that you had underneath your lingerie dress.

He licked his lips while he powered off his phone and tossed it on the bed, then slowly, his hands went to wrap around your waist pulling you closer until your chest was pressing against his. He wasted no time removing his hands from your waist to grab your ass, biting his lips as he gazed into your eyes. “Kaori isn’t gonna wake up anytime soon is he?” he asked you.

“No… I don’t think so,” you answered as you shyly turned your eyes away from his. His gaze was a bit too intense for you, it made you feel small like a prey waiting to be devoured up by its predator.

“Good,” he whispered before lifting you up, wrapped your legs around his waist and walked towards the bed with you desperately clinging onto his shoulders. The next thing you know, you’re being tossed on the bed with his hands on your thighs spreading your legs so that he can kneel between them. His breathing was heavy, you could feel his hot breath against your face as he leaned forward to level his head with yours. Gojo could feel his heart racing against his chest as he stared down at you. Eyes taking in the sight of your smooth silky skin, the pure look of innocence on your face down to the supple of your neck. His eyes lingered for a while as he moved down to stare at your cleavage, your plump lactating breast just waiting, ready, fat nipples moist with your milk for him to suck.

And he just couldn't wait much longer, his left hand moving from your thighs to grip the thin strap of your lingerie dress and pulling the strap from your shoulder slowly until your left breast was exposed to him. He licked his lips and whispered, “You flashed me earlier this evening, I had to hold myself back from devouring your tits right then and there mama. You know, I’ve alway wondered what breast milk tasted like, care to give me a taste?”

You nodded yes and shyly twisted your mouth to the side, your doe like eyes staring up at his waiting for him to do as he pleased with your body. It’s been a while since you last felt the warm touch of a man and your eager body just needed him to do whatever he pleased with you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered before planting his lips against yours, slowly kissing and caressing your lips with his tongue as though he was your lover. You tasted sweet, like a warm homemade vanilla cream pie, he could kiss your lips all day if you allowed him.

As you both continued to share a sweet intimate kiss, his right hand moved from your thigh to pull the other strap down your arms to fully reveal your breast to him. He gently squeezed your boobs as he pulled away from your lips and began to trail wet butterflies kisses along your jawline, neck and down to the valley of your boobs. You gasped at the feeling of his lips kissing the flesh of your tits, hissing when he wrapped his hot wet tongue around your aching nipple and sucked harshly to taste what he’s been dying to have in his mouth.

The boy groaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head when he tasted your sweet milk against his tongue. His taste buds danced with excitement, cock hardened even more beneath his confines and he couldn’t help but to brush it up against the now dampen crotch of your lacy panty. You gasped yet again, back arching slightly to shove more of your breast in his mouth. Your dainty fingers found purchase in his hair, gently gripping onto the roots as he continued his ministrations on your left nipple.

Soon enough he pulled away from your left nipple, not wasting another second he quickly latched his lips onto the other aching nipple and used his left hand to fondle your left boob while his free hand made quick work of your lacy panty underneath your lingerie dress. The sound of his lips sucking the milk from your breast made heat and goosebump rose against your skin. It’s embarrassing, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t turning you on even more.

“Fuck! Taste so fucking good mama,” Gojo groaned as he released your nipple with a pop to focus on getting rid of your panties entirely. Once it was out of the way, Gojo leaned down to kiss your breast once more then whispered, “I bet it’ll taste a bit better on your cunt,” before sucking more of your breast milk in his mouth as his hand bunch the dress around your waist.

You watched with you lips between your teeth as he pulled away from you tits, his hand on your thighs and before you could even register what he was to do, he already spread your legs a bit wider and he was on his tummy, face to face with your dripping and aching cunt.

“Gojo-Kun don’t… Ngh,” you tried to pull away once you realised what he was about to do, but it was a bit too late because Gojo held your thighs firmly to keep you from pulling away from him and he’s spitting the milk mixed with his saliva on your cunt. “No Gojo… don’t put your tongue… Ahh,” you screamed, feeling his hot tongue laying flat against cunt, licking and slurping up the milk before swallowing.

“Mhm… fuck I knew it would taste so much better,” he mumbled before diving back in. Like a starved man, Gojo greedily sucked at your puffy swollen slick coated clit, dragging his tongue in between your parted pussy lips to lick whatever was left from what he spat out his mouth. You tasted delicious, like a sweet treat ready to rot his teeth. He knew from the moment he saw you all those months ago heavily pregnant with your now new born baby, that your cunt would be a mighty treat for him.

He dreamt about this many nights before and now that you gave him the opportunity, he was going to make it worth well. So with that goal in mind, Gojo’s hands moved from thighs to grab your ass cheeks to spread your pussy out a bit more. He lifted his head from your cunt, spat on it and watched with glistening eyes as his saliva dribbled down the crack of your ass. He couldn’t help himself much longer, using his tongue to lick between your butt cheek, his tongue playing with your butthole a bit before going back to suck on your clit.

Did he just licked your ass? “Did you just licked my butthole?” you asked in complete and utter shock.

“Mhm!” He hummed against you. “And I’ll lick it again.”

You could not believe what was happening to you at this very moment. No man dared to tongue your booty hole, much less suck on your cunt and even if they did, none of them were as good as Gojo. He knew what he was doing with that wicked tongue of his, flicking and thrusting in and out of your sloppy wet hole.

Your eyes widened in surprise, unable to say much or even moan, you gripped his arms that held your ass cheek apart, lifted your body to watch as his mouth sinfully and skillfully worked your clit. He felt your gaze on him and he darted his eyes upwards to take in the sight of your face contorting with pleasure, your eyes rapidly fluttering, trying your hardest to keep your eyes on him.

“Mhmm… It feels weird,” your cried out. Gojo chuckled against your cunt before closing his eyes and began french kissing your pussy, his soft lips making out with your lower lips, slowly moving against them in such a sweet erotic rhythm. A sheer heat began to rise in your tummy, your thighs began trembling against his head and your breathing increased.

You body felt hot, extremely hot as a matter of fact you felt like you were about to piss on yourself, so you tried to pull away from him. But the greedy boy held you down, even when you cried and begged him to release you just so that you could hurriedly use the bathroom. Gojo wasn’t hearing any of that, instead he mumbled against your throbbing pulsing pussy, “Piss on me, I don’t care. ‘M not moving.”

And he meant it. He gripped your ass harder, his nose bumping your clit and his tongue buried deep inside your pussy, slurping and licking every drop of your pussy juice. The heat in your tummy began to rise even more, legs now violently shaking against his face and that heavy pressure that you feel inside you felt like it was moment away from bursting if Gojo doesn’t let up on your pussy.

You began breathing heavily, hands gripping tightly onto sheets as he continued to eat. Your back fell flat against the mattress unable to sit straight for much longer. “Nganh Gojo…” you cried, feeling the intense heat and pressure growing hotter and too heavy for you to handle. “Bathroom, bathroom pleaseeee…” But he still wouldn’t let up, he only continued the assault his tongue had in your hole. “Nghh, Nght…” and you cried, unable to hold it in for much longer, you squirt all over Gojo’s face, back lurching from the bed as the fountain of water spewed from your pussy.

Unbelievable, you’re pissing (not really it was squirt, but you never knew that because you’ve never squirted before), on Gojo face unable to stop the rush of liquid spewing from your pussy and when you thought you were done, Gojo had the audacity to bring his thumb to your clit, flicking the nub until your burst all over him yet again.

“Mama’s a squirter,” he beamed in excitement when you finally came down from your high. He removed himself from your cunt to kiss your lips before hopping off the bed to grab the box of condoms and removed his clothes.

You’re a bit embarrassed after what just happened, but that didn’t stop you from watching as he tore open the box of condoms, pulling three foils attached to each other from the box. “You think we could use all three tonight?” He teased as he ripped one of the foils and put it in his mouth and then tossed the last two on the bed.

You said nothing, only continued to stare at him as he began to run his hand up and down his abs from underneath his shirt, teasing you a bit until he gripped the end and yanked the shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

He’s slim and toned, it was as if God took his time to carefully sculpt his body to perfection. Every muscle and veins were positioned perfectly, in the most pleasing shape and design. His jawline was perfectly sculptured, his straight collar bone fitted nicely with his broad and sharp shoulders. His pectoral and sharply defined abdomen were perfect. A few beauty marks decorated his pale and smooth skin, Gojo was the definition of a perfect man.

“Liking what you see mama?” Gojo teasing asked and you quickly turned your head to hide the shameful look on your face. How dare you ogle at another man’s body inside the room you used to share with your husband. “I don’t mean to tease. Please look at me.”

And you did. You turned around just in time to see him gripping his heavy cock over his sweatpant, lightly palming his member to get it a bit more erect than it already was. Your mouth watered a bit from the sight, desperate to see what he’s hiding inside his sweatpants. “You think you can handle this mama?” he asked while moving his hand away from his cock to grip the waist of his sweatpants.

Slowly, he began to pull the waistband down and over his erect penis. Your eyes popped out of their sockets, unable to stare much longer, you quickly turned over on your tummy and buried your face into your pillow. His cock was like a weapon, made to destroy any pussy it came in contact with. Is it not heavy? Why was it so big? So many questions running through your mind, you didn’t even hear him call your name, nor did you see him tear open the foil with his teeth and roll the condom down his length. That’s until you felt his hands caressing your backside.

“Y/N,” he whispered as he climbed up on the bed to press a kiss on your shoulder blade. “Turn around please, I wanna look at you when I put my cock in you.” You shook your head no. “Why not?” he asked. He waited for a while and made himself busy by leaving lingering kisses on your shoulder blades and down your spine. When you didn’t respond he muttered, “Mama, turn around please.”

“Just do it this way.”

“But I wanna see your face.”

“No!”

He huffed and laughed, then he whispered, “Ok! Well I guess we’ll be using all three condoms tonight, because I won’t stop until I can see your face.” And that's all he said before lifting his body from above yours, climbed off the bed, grabbed your legs and pulled them until they were dangling from the bed. “Ass up.”

With his help, you lifted your lower half from the bed, your face still buried inside the pillow that managed to drag along with you when Gojo pulled at your legs. “That’s it,” he said and rested both hands on your ass. He began to smooth his hand over your globes, only stopping to fully remove the last article of clothing that was on your body. “You ready mama?” he asked you.

“Yes!” you mumbled against the pillow. He lets out a low, thinking that you looked so cute, hiding your face from him. He rubbed his hand over your ass once, lightly tapping your booty cheek before spreading your cheeks apart to spit on your dripping, glistening pussy. He grabbed his cock and dragged the tip up and down your quivering hole. You gasped feeling the bulbous tip poked at your entrance. “Gojo-Kun?”

“Sh… only getting your ready mama,” he said as he pressed his cock against your entrance once more. He rested his hand in the middle of your back, pressing your cheek even further into the bed, lifted his leg from the floor and rested on knee on the bed. He needed to get the perfect angle to ensure that you felt him in the deepest parts of your pussy. He tapped his cock on your pussy a few more times then whispered, “I’m going in.”

You gasped, eyes squeezing tightly when you felt his cock, slowly but surely bullying it way past your entrance. “Fucking hell,” Gojo moaned out. He squeezed his eyes shut too, teeth biting harshly at his lip at the feeling of your pussy clenching and pulsing around his cock. “Fuck mama, you’re squeezing me, you have to relax.”

Relax, he said, but you didn’t know how. It's been a while since you last had sex, plus you didn’t have problems like this before. Your husband’s cock is not even half the size of Gojo’s.

“Come on mama, you have got to relax, Don’t you wanna feel good?” he asked as he slowly dragged his cock out of you, then thrust back in slowly to see how your pussy painfully stretched around his thick girthy cock.

“It’s too big,” you cried into the pillows.

“I know,” he groaned. He pulled out once more, tilting his head down to spit on your pussy yet again before sliding back in, pressing his cock deeper inside your pussy until his pelvis was right up against your ass.

His hips slowly began to roll, his cock working in and out of your wet tight hole. You moaned into the pillow, finger clutching the sheets tight as you tried to keep your ass up and your back perfectly arched. You could feel him, every inch of his cock working the walls of your pussy. He was deep inside your pussy and you loved the feeling.

Gojo groaned, eyes trained to where you are both connected and he couldn’t help but smack his hand against your plush ass, eliciting a scream from the back of your throat. “Not so loud mama, you don’t wanna wake up Kaori now,” he teased before smacking his hand against your ass yet again. He grabbed the burning flesh, massaging it in his hot hands while his other hand to steady your now moving hips.

“Keep still,” he said as he rested his other knee on bed to get an even better angle to fuck you.

“But… It - hah… ugh mhm,” you moaned, feeling his cock poking at you g-spot with each thrust of his hips. He smacked you a third time spreading your buttcheek to spit on your cute little butt. You hissed, feeling the hot liquid run down the crack of your ass and the sudden feeling of his thumb gently rubbing the entrance.

“You like that, mama?” he asked as he continued to play with your entrance all while making love to your hole with his cock. In response to his question, you pushed your hip against his yet again to meet his every thrust. “Thought I told you to keep still mama,” he groaned. How could you keep still? His thick long cock was penetrating you in deep and slow strokes, so deep that you had to bite the pillow to prevent yourself from screaming out. Your son was sleeping in the next room and the walls weren’t soundproof so no matter how overwhelming and pleasurable the feeling was for you.

Gojo grinned at your cute attempts to throw your ass against him. He could tell how inexperienced you were by the small hesitate movement of your hips. But it’s understandable, your husband didn’t do much to help experience the true intense pleasure you gain from having sex. He felt a sense of responsibility to give you the pleasure that you deserved. “Gonna put my thumb in your ass since you won’t look at me, think you can take it?” he asked and before you could even attempt to respond, his thumb was already slipping past the tight rings of your ass.

“Oh God,” you moaned out, moving one hand from the pillow in search of his, only for your wrist to be grabbed and held down against your back. He picked up a bit of speed, but slow enough it had your body shuddering. You could feel it, your pussy juices leaking around his cock, and slowly running down on the inside of your thighs. Such a lewd sight, for Gojo and Gojo eyes only.

“You’re so fucking wet mama,” Gojo commented as he listened to sounds your wet pussy welcoming his cock with each thrust. His thumb was still resting comfortably in your ass, and though he had not once moved his thumb, you were feeling so good, too good to the point where you felt like you were no longer in control of your own body.

To think that you once thought that the purpose of sex was solely for the pleasure of your husband and procreation yet still here you are experiencing mind blowing sex with Gojo Satoru. Though you felt a tad bit guilty for cheating on your cheating husband, this felt so right and you’re happy that you made the decision to have sex with Gojo.

“Ready to turn around and look at me mama?” Gojo asked.

“No…” you stuttered through your moans. He breathed heavily, quickly pulling his thumb from your ass and released your wrist before bending over you, his chest pressing against your back and his cock sliding even further into your cunt.

“Nghh oh God, no no too deep,” you cried. Gojo paid you no mind, he only rested both hands at either side of your head and continued to penetrate you deeply from this angle.

Gojo, he rested his forehead against your back, listening to your sweet moans. He chuckled at how much you're trying to get away from his thrust while keeping your face hidden from him. It was honestly cute, but how long will you be able to hold on out, after all as much as how he's feeling good, feeling as though heaven came to take him even was no close to coming anytime soon.

But you, with how much your pussy was clenching and dripping around his cock, it was only a matter of time before you came. “Mama,” he mumbled as he pressed a kiss on your back and nibbled in your soft skin.

Your tears began soaking the pillow, drool leaking from the corner of your mouth, once again your whole body felt hot and mad with pleasure.

“Y/N,” Gojo grunted as he pressed against you even more, and somehow you still managed to keep that arch in your back. You could feel him, his cock all up and way up in your guts, repeatedly bullying its way in and out of your hole, rearranging and shaping your pussy to fit around his shaft.

His penis was bruising your g-spot with every thrust of his hips. “Look at me,” he whispered against your skin before moving his head to the side to get a better look on your face. But you're stubborn, quickly shoving your face into the pillows.

“No… don't wanna mhm… ugh don't wanna look.”

A bit of your cheek was exposed to him, so he leaned over a bit more to kiss the sweaty skin of your cheek. “But I wanna kiss you,” he huffed as he slowly pulled out of you leaving just the tip in, before slamming into you again, forcing your head to rise and fall back against his shoulder.

“Ugh… ahh fuck fuck,” you screamed. Gojo only caught a glimpse of your fucked out expression before your face once again made contact with the pillow.

You wanna play hard, well then fine! Gojo said to himself as he fucked you harder and deeper than his was before, slowly and calculated thrust slap against the surface of your ass.

The bed creaked, headboard slamming against the walls in your room, for a moment your mind raced to your son, thinking that at any moment due to the amount of sounds that were being made he was going to wake up. But that thought was overcome by pleasure and the sounds of your muffled hiccups and cries.

With every thrust of his hips, he was knocking the last bit of wind from your body. He was pushing closer and closer to your climax. He groaned each time your pussy clenched around him, you're dripping soaking the bed sheets with your juices. “I'm gonna make you cum,” he said as he slowed his thrust and wrapped his arms around your body.

Next thing you know you're lying on your side with Gojo’s body pressed tightly against yours, your left foot in his hand, your right breast being fondled by his other hand and his face in the nape of your neck.

He began to roughly pound his cock inside your pussy, fingers pinching and squeezing your nipples. “No choice but to look at me now mama!” He said as he removed his head from your neck to take in the look on your face.

And God you're beautiful, with your eyes blown out wide. Lips swollen and red and your hair messing sticky to your face. You're embarrassed, you didn't want him to see you like this, but you couldn't turn your head away, not when he gazed at you so intently, satisfied with how much a beautiful mess you were right now.

He dropped your legs on top of his and moved his fingers down towards your puffy clit. You could feel the muscle in your thighs quivering, your pussy desperately sucking and spasming around his cock.

Your body trembled in ecstacy, eyes still locked with his as he continued to pound into you. He rubbed your clit harder, pain and pleasure sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You could feel it, the intense and uncomfortable pressure building up in your pussy. “Come on mama cum, for me, cum for me,” he whispered and finally kissed your lips, swallowing up your moans and cries when your body tensed, pussy forcefully pushing his cock hole moments before your body shook and squirted on the bed. His fingers kept rubbing at your clit, not slowing down for a minute, he was going to drain you until you had nothing left to give. As soon as you come down from your high gonna quickly slip out of you help you up against his body.

He was not done yet, after all you both still had two more condoms to use.

Later that night

You've been having sex with Gojo for maybe an hour and half. You’ve changed positions more than you could count and God knows that the amount of orgasms Gojo granted you was more than what your worthless husband has ever given to you.

You would be lying if you said that you weren’t feeling guilty. But the more you thought about it, the more you came to realise that maybe you actually needed to stop worrying about your worthless husband and focus on the one who currently had your nipple in his mouth. Sucking on your breast drinking every drop of milk as he slowly moved his cock in and out of you.

He was dead serious about using all three condoms. He was on the final one now. “Ugh… Gojo-Kun please… I’m tired.”

He pulled away from your breast to rest his forehead against yours and whispered, “Just one last time Y/N. Let’s make love one last time tonight. Ok?”

“Ok,” you whispered, connecting your lips with his and kissed him sweetly. He moaned against your lips, his cock still working the inside of your pussy with slow and deep thrust. His hand tightly squeezed onto the fat of your thighs to keep himself steady as he lost himself inside your cunt. He wish he could fuck you raw, feeling your wet pussy moving against the heated skin of his cock.

But not yet, things will happen in due time, so for now he is content with pressing his hip between your legs pushing his condom-covered cock deeper inside your cunt and feeling your walls trembling and hearing you gasping from fullness and the stretch.

Your arousal enabled him to thrust smoothly inside you, poking and brushing up against your sweet spot each time.

You trembled and whimpered against his lips and chokes on your moans, you fist his hair between your fingers. Gojo sighed against your lips and pushed inside of you deeper but still moving slowly. “Feeling good aren’t you mama?” he asked as he nipped on your swollen bottom lip.

“Mhm, so good Gojo-Kun!”

“Fuck… come on Y/N, call me Satoru when I’m balls deep inside of you,” he said, grunting when he felt the tight grip in his hair. He smirked, hearing you mumble his name against his lips. “Louder.”

“Satoru!” you whimpered.

“Fuck.” Goosebumps rose on your skin. He was slowly pounding into your pussy and moving his hips in tight circles, hitting all the sensitive points within your throbbing pussy. You pant and cling to his hair, his arms moving from your legs to hold onto your hips while the gentle thrusting of his cock made your pussy flood with your love juices. “Go… Satoru-Kun, I’m…”

“I know,” he replied even before you were unable to finish your sentence. He tilted his head down to see where you’re both joint together to witness the cream from a coat around his cock. “I’m getting close too, mama.” His hand moved away from your hip to slowly rub at your throbbing clit, pushing back to the swollen hood to tease it with index finger which caused your tummy to burn and his to buck against him. You sobbed out, lifting your hip to rock against his as he began to increase his hip movement while keeping a steady pace.

“Let it go mama. Let it all go,” he grunted through his gasp for breath, aroused and working inside you with those sweet gentle thrusts. You began to buck into his fingers, panting, gasping and threatening to come undone beneath him. You turned your face to rest your cheek on the pillow but the soft tone in his voice stopped you. “No, I want to see your beautiful face when you cum, mama.”

Your entire body rose from the bed, your tummy constricted as the slick sound of your arousal adhering to his cock filled the room. Your orgasm came on like a tidal wave, hitting you so hard that you felt yourself moaning and sobbed while your thigh trembled and your muscles spasmed.

He moaned above you, his cock quickly pushing deeper, whispering, “That’s it. Let it go mama, let it go.” Then he kissed your sweaty forehead. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

Your moaned as your hand fell from his hair to scratch the skin on his back as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm and he chased his. The tiredness was finally catching up to you, your body was turning limp underneath him, you were just trying to hold on until he cums. It wasn’t long though before you felt him throbbing and twitching inside your pussy.

“Shit,” he whimpered against your forehead, pumping his cock into your pussy a bit faster. “Mama, I’m about to cum.” You could feel another orgasm coming down on you. You didn't know why but you were surely about to cum. You could feel his hips and back muscles flexed with every thrust.

“Mama… I ugh mhmm” he grunted as he released inside your pussy in the condom. One thing you learned about Gojo is that he’s very vocal when he nears his climax. It’s the sexiest thing to ever bless your ears. Your husband was never this vocal with you and honestly you found it to be a bit cute. He whimpered as he pumped his hips until all his cum filled up the condom he wore and then slowly pulled out of you.

“That’s three condoms,” he said and laughed before peppering your face with light kisses. It was silent for a while, until he decided to speak up. “Do you think I’m man enough for you? I fulfilled two of my promises to you, don’t you want me to do the same for the last promise that I made.”

As much as how you wanted to have that talk with him or maybe even consider that maybe his proposal wasn’t a bad one. He fucked your brains out and you’re too tired to have that conversation. “We’ll talk later ok.”

“Alright then, let's get you cleaned up then.”

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔

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springtyme · 3 months

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🪐 Hi Sagie! I looove your baby fever fics with 141 and könig! I you have any hcs for them, like will they have more babies in the future? (I’m especially in love with the soap ones, you made the family scenario feel so real❤️)

I’m so happy to hear that you like those fics, they are some of my favourites I’ve written, and I’m especially happy to hear that you like the johnny one, cause I have actually thought about writing some for that specific version of him because I liked writing them so much. These are just some quick, random thoughts about how I think the future could look like for the guys and reader in the different scenarios. I might change it if I decide to write more about them in the future, though. But I had so much fun writing this, so thank you so much for the ask, dear anon! ♡

The fics this is based on: part one & part two

Ghost ♡

I don’t actually think that you and Simon will have more children after your daughter. She wasn’t planned, but she is so loved and cherished by both of you, and he is so extremely happy and grateful that it happened, being a family was something Simon never thought he would be allowed to experience, and he had always secretly wished for it, but he also has a lot of insecurities and anxieties about being a father. He wants to give your little girl all that he never had growing up. You and your daughter are absolutely everything to him, and the two of you have filled the hole that had been gnawing at his heart for so, so long. He doesn’t need more, he is complete now. One kid, one fur baby, and having found the love of his life is all he needs to be happy and content. I also think that he is also very aware about how demanding his job is and the fact that he often is gone and has to leave for weeks at a time, leaving you back home alone so only having one kid to look after when he is not there to help, makes things more manageable for you and I think that is something he would value highly, not wanting to leave you overwhelmed and stretched thin. And he is so, so grateful for you and all that you do for your family.

Price ♡

Again, I don’t think you and John are going to have more kids, just like Simon he is very aware of the demands of his job, despite the decision of retiring from fieldwork after you had your son, he is still often away on base and works long hours, plus he also isn’t as young as he has been anymore. He values the time he gets to spend with you and your son, and he loves the family dynamic you all have. He loves being present and active in your son’s life, and he wants to make sure he can give him all the love and attention he deserves. You and John have built a beautiful life together, and he is so grateful for everything you’ve given him, and he makes sure you’re always taking care of. John values quality time with you and your boy extremely highly, he never misses a single football game, school event, or milestone, and he cherishes every moment he gets to spend with the two of you.

Gaz ♡

So, you and Kyle will stay in your flat for the first three years of your son’s life until you move to something bigger, after finding out that you are expecting your second child. It is a lovely, little semi-detached house, with garden to three sides and here you welcome your second baby, a little girl this time. Kyle is absolutely over the moon with the idea of expanding your little family, and he can’t wait to give your son a sister to look out for. Kyle absolutely loves being a father and is so grateful for the life you have built together. He is so excited for this next chapter in your lives, it is something he has been excited for almost since he first met you. Kyle is a very hands-on dad, always eager to help out with the kids and make sure you have some time for yourself and he makes a big deal out of having quality time with both kids and making sure they both feel loved and cherished. He is so proud and grateful for the family you have created together.

Soap ♡

Okay, it all started out with a comment about how you and Johnny had to balance out all the boys in his family and you did. Johnny becomes the ultimate girl dad. You end up with three girls who are around three years apart from each other. He loves being surrounded by his girls and is so grateful for the special bond he has with each of them. He is always there to support and protect them, and he cherishes every moment he gets to spend with them. His family absolutely adores you all, and he is so thankful for the love and happiness you have brought into his life. (Your oldest daughter’s middle name is Teresa after Johnny’s mother, but when you had your second girl there was no doubt between you and Johnny about what hers was going to be; Maighread.)

König ♡

So, I kind of see two scenarios for this one.

The pregnancy with the twins was pretty hard on poor mama, having to carry an absolute unit of a man's children and all, so I could kind of see you not having more after that. It was always your plan to have 2-3 kids, so when the twins turned out to be a boy and a girl it kind of just seemed perfect and complete with a family of four.

But I could also see the twins being two boys though. Two chunky, happy babies who turn into a pair of cheeky, energetic toddlers, running around together, causing chaos and laughter wherever they go. And even though they are fraternal, they look a lot alike, both a spitting image of their father, despite having inherited your eyes, but their faces are still all König, from the way they scrunch their nose to the dimples on their cheeks when they smile. They are a handful and keep you on your toes, but they are also the sweetest and most loving little boys. It is a few months before the boy’s seventh birthday when you and König start to think about maybe expanding your family again. And it’s only a few weeks after their birthday that you find out that you are pregnant again. The pregnancy is much easier this time around, König still creating a chunk of a kid, but this time you’re only having one. And this time it is a little girl who instantly steals the hearts of her father and big brothers. The twins dote on her, constantly showering her with love and attention, always looking out for her and making sure she is safe. And König is absolutely wrapped around her tiny finger, and truly a sight for sore eyes to see the giant man doting over his little princess.

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slasherscream · 4 months

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i would love to know which of the crazy ass boys gang would indulge a partner who watches reality tv? whose getting just as invested and angry and who is standing to the side saying it’s dumb and fake? (i know it’s kevin)

❥ who grins and bares it so they can bond with you ❥

Billy Loomis - This is just a bonding activity for Billy. It’s not awful. Nor is it the most fun thing in the world. It’s just one of those tiny moments that relationships are built off. The small bids for connection that build intimacy. You don’t bitch when he wants to watch Psycho for the sixth time in two months. He doesn’t bitch when you turn on trashy TV. He pulls you close, so that you’re sitting in his lap, or laid up against him, and pays enough attention to ask you the odd question or two to clarify what’s going on if he gets lost. What do you mean they switch couples?? When did they start doing that? Last week… oh I bet Luca was pissed.

David Mccall - David is obnoxious because he pretends to be the type who is upset when you watch without him. He’ll come home, glance at the TV and gasp dramatically: Baby! Why are you watching our show without me?! How far along are you? You watched an entire episode? You know better than that, baby! You gotta rewind it, hold on, I’ll order us some pizza. Can’t believe you’d watch behind my back! This is a ridiculous pantomime that you may or may not pick up on. Mileage varies as always. David couldn’t care less about the reality TV shows you watch. But he likes the way you giggle as you rewind it for him. Or the way you light up when you’re discussing it with him. You used to spend way too much time talking with your friends about this stupid crap. Now you talk to him. Who gives a shit about whatever mindless little thing you’re watching. What David enjoys is your undivided attention.

Jason Dean/JD - JD also sees this as a bonding activity and bid for connection… However, JD is a born hater. He bonds by talking shit. He’s not necessarily trying to be a bummer about the things you enjoy. He’s just a certified yapper when it comes to shit-talking. If he thinks something is stupid he just can’t sit in silence. This is his most underdeveloped life skill. He’s got ten minutes of quiet in him max. If he does manage to bite his tongue his face gives him away anyways. So what was the point? Will say something pretentious like: “Why are we watching people play out a badly scripted version of their lives through a screen when we could be out living ours, right now? Let’s hop on my bike and just ride, darling! Live a little!” Sir, I just worked an eight hour shift. I need to see someone who doesn’t deserve a rose get sent home in tears. Read the room. Get a grip.

❥ who is pissed off/devastated when you watch it without them ❥

Sebastian Valmont - What can he say? Sebastian likes to watch people experience psychological torment. He’s trying to turn on the first seasons of “America’s Next Top Model" and watch a girl get sent home in tears after the judges convinced her to shave her head bald to look more fierce.This is the type of quality reality TV that makes Sebastian laugh. Watching people go through their darkest moments in front of a camera that highlights the creases in their cheap makeup is how he likes to spend the occasional date night. You had to put him onto reality tv shows, but now he’s hooked. He probably watches more reality TV than you do. If we’re being honest. You think this might be how he gets to still live out his glory days of being an unrepentant asshole. Sometimes he sighs a little too wistfully when someone is being a monster.

Jordan Li - Jordan enjoys anything you do together. Even if they hate a particular activity, at least they’re spending time with you. Still, there are reality TV shows that Jordan really likes, such as: home improvement shows, “Say Yes to the Dress'', “Face Off”, “American Ninja Warrior”, and “RuPaul's Drag Race”. And then there are shows that Jordan puts on a brave face about. Things like “Love Island” and “Jersey Shore”. Jordan gets queasy just scrolling past them. There was a time before they became one of Brink’s favorites that their parents kept pushing them to try and be an entertainment Supe. No one is taking you that seriously, anyways! Maybe you’ll do better in the reality TV circuit. It’s unlikely Jordan will ever get stuck in projects like that now. They’ve proven they can be a heavy hitter. Proven that they’re strong enough to not need to sell themselves as cheap, easily-digestible, entertainment. Still, they don’t like thinking of the alternate world where they’re having to sit in front of a camera and do twenty retakes of “authentic” confessional room venting.

Stu Macher - He likes reality TV and doesn’t care who knows. Hooray! A shared interest… except watching these shows with him will piss you the fuck off. He has dog-shit opinions about everything. You will never be rooting for the same people. You will never agree on who handled a situation better. He’s always rooting for the asshole, it seems. You don’t even think he’s doing it to be contrary or to make you mad. He’s genuinely on their side (most of the time… he does enjoy making you mad.) Watching reality TV with Stu makes you want to kill him. It also makes you look at him funny. Why are you always siding with the bastards? You don’t think Ekin-Su needed to apologize? Stu, are you out of your fucking mind?

Josh Washington - You’re gonna try to tell me that the twins weren’t making him paint toenails while they pulled all nighters of “The Bachelor”? Sure, okay, if you’d like to believe that. And his inner circle consists of Emily and Jess? Please. He’s been watching trashy TV for years. He’s watched a little of everything. He is so well acquainted with the dark underbelly of reality TV that it would roll over for a tummy rub from him. It knows his scent. He can easily keep track of the names, faces, and plots. Who’s fucking who. Who hates who. Who’s forming secret alliances. You’ll probably be more lost than Josh ever gets. He’s a day one. He’s an OG.

❥ who is pissed off to even be hearing about it second-hand ❥

Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves - He has better shit to do than watch reality TV show crap all day, and so do you. These are the kinds of harsh words that will be waiting for you if you try and get him to watch anything fun with you. Ask him one too many times and, like a parent who is annoyed that you are bothering him, he will begin to fill up any moment of free time the two of you have with activities. No, babe, we can’t watch “90 Day Fiance.” Why? Because we’ve got to run the marathon for kids with cancer and then we’ve got dinner with the mayor after that. You two are gonna be booked and busy. You were obviously bored. Now you won’t have time to even think!

Kevin Khatchadourian - Please don’t remind him so blatantly of his own intellectual superiority over you (he’s an asshole.) He gets the ick of the century when you try and tell him what happened during one of your little…programs. If you have the audacity to take it a step further and ask him to watch with you? He’s rendered speechless. Since when is this relationship a safe space? He doesn’t enjoy well-written, heart-stopping, incredible genre-defining movies and television. And yet, somehow, you’re so delusional you think he’s gonna sit through reality television with you? Don’t piss him off. He doesn’t even bother responding. Enjoy the view of his back as he walks away!

❥ secret fourth worse thing ❥

Nathan Prescott - Nathan is once again in a category of his own, which you might call: too nosy to not get into it, but doesn't want you to know he enjoys it. He made fun of you when you first started to watch reality TV. He can’t go back on his word now. If you were cuddling on the couch he’d have his face turned into your stomach and dramatically roll his eyes at your absentminded head rubbing. Could we focus on what’s important please? But then the plots started thickening and the heated exchanges started to pique his interest. He knew he was cooked when he started recognizing names, who was booed up with who… wait that disloyal prick hooked up with who this week?! He tells you to just replay the episode because you’re explaining it shitty and you obviously want him to watch it and talk to you about it. It isn’t for his benefit at all. Turn the subtitles on, god dammit.

A/N: this was really fun! how did you know i've been watching reality TV shows lately?? if you enjoyed these headcanons consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anon! a writers fuel is engagement. xoxoxo

#crazy ass boys gang #black!reader #black reader #billy loomis x reader #jordan li x reader #josh washington imagines #nathan prescott x reader #jd x reader #jason dean x reader #stu macher x reader #sebastian valmont x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #kevin khatchadourian x reader #david mccall x reader #ben wants to tire you out like a mom who puts their kid in karate and soccer and gymnastics five days a week #this one made me laugh while writing it

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The time catnap encountered his savior...all alone...not letting this opportunity go to waste, he made sure his savior gets a proper rest out of kindness, carefully take them home, and spend the remaining time with his one and only savior, like he deserves~ (one of your posts I've had my head in for a long while, haven't drawn in ages, apologies for the bad camera quality and drawing, or sketch, hope you're doin well!)

aw, lookit him, taking his favorite person somewhere quiet so they can sleep. how very generous of him...

very nicely drawn my guy, you've captured his smugness impeccably

#ppt 3 #hes just being considerate

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Sidney Crosby was his usual humble, appreciative self on Thursday morning after being informed that he was the Penguins' nominee for the Bill Masterton Memorial Trophy, awarded annually to the player who best exemplifies the qualities of perseverance, sportsmanship, and dedication to hockey.

No, he's not overcoming a terrible injury or health issue, and he didn't have to battle adversity off the ice. But with the work he puts into his game, there's nobody else that best exemplifies a dedication to hockey. With his role as a leader on the team, an ambassador to the game and just an overall great human, nobody else best exemplifies sportsmanship. And with him having the season he's having at age 36 -- 39 goals and 45 assists in 76 games, on a mission to drag the Penguins into a postseason spot at any cost, he's a model of perseverance in his own way.

While Crosby may not quite agree with his own nomination -- the second nomination of his career, after he was a finalist in 2013 after his bounce back from concussions -- his teammates sure think he's deserving.

"It's everything he stands for," Rickard Rakell said. "It's about the leadership on and off the ice, the time he puts into getting to the top of his game. It's obviously well-deserved."

"It's the way he carries himself," added Marcus Pettersson. "He represents the game, in a way. He doesn't only represent us, for a long time he's been the face of hockey, too. The passion that he brings, and the love for the game that he brings, he's a very, very well-deserving nominee."

As far as sportsmanship, Crosby is a model of that both on and off the ice. Off the ice, he's an ambassador to the game. He never turns down media, and is almost always available to speak in the locker room after games and practices. He's generous with his time, as exemplified in a story Brian Boyle recently shared of Crosby spending nearly an hour playing bubble hockey with Boyle's young son Declan after a game when Boyle's family was in town during the 2021-22 season, and taking the time to FaceTime with Boyle's kids when they were back home in the Boston area. He's accessible to fans, with Mike Sullivan noting that he's never seen Crosby turn down a kid seeking an autograph or looking to meet him.

"Some of the small gestures for me are the ones that mean most," Sullivan said. "Not everybody gets a chance to see that side of Sid."

Crosby is just a giver too, whether it be for teammates or complete strangers. I've seen him before in front of me on the drive into PPG Paints Arena for game nights, and he's cut across lanes approaching an intersection to get next to the median to give money to a homeless person. One of my favorite stories about Crosby came courtesy of Joseph Blandisi, who recalled what Crosby did for Adam Johnson after Johnson's NHL debut in Nashville in 2019.

"I remember that the day after (Johnson's) first NHL game," Blandisi told me after Johnson's death in October. "Crosby had his tailor in the dressing room and got Johnny a suit from his tailor as a congratulations for his first NHL game. That's a story I always tell when people ask me how it was playing with Sid, I always tell the story that he bought Johnny a suit after his first game. That always stuck with me."

Crosby reflected on Letang's win last season on Thursday, after he succeeded him as the Penguins' nominee.

"Given the fact that he had gone through (the stroke) once before, and then having to go through it again and seeing over the years how hard he's worked and what he's gone through to still be playing to a level that he is, it's really impressive," Crosby said. "It was much more deserving, probably, than my nomination."

sid for masterton 🥹

#pittsburgh penguins #sidney crosby

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reverie-starlight · 7 months

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{beautiful liar- m. atsumu}

gn!reader, no physical descriptions. highly suggestive at the end <3

it’s my birthday month, would you expect anyone other than atsumu to be the main focus?

atsumu thinks you’re beautiful when you lie to him.

the subtle strain of your facial features as you try to keep your expression neutral makes his heart beat faster in his chest.

he can’t help but feel fondness for you, even as you stand before him with the blood still on your hands. even after you’ve hurt him beyond repair, he can’t help but admire your quirks and tells and how hard you fight to keep his trust.

he places his hands on the countertop and lets the coolness of the marble bring him back to reality.

“I’ll ask you one more time,” he tries again, silently pleading with you to have mercy on him and finally cut him down from your web of lies.

“baby, do you know where my gym bag is or not?”

he watches as your expression cracks just a bit. you’re trying so hard not to break as you shake your head.

he thinks you’re absolutely stunning when you tilt your head down to hide the smile that finally cuts through.

“angel…” he warns, like he’s trying to keep a child from doing something they shouldn’t be. “look at me, please.”

he can’t help but laugh a little when your eyes meet his again and he sees that you’re tearing up from the effort.

it’s a known fact that you’re not a good liar unless the situation is… dire. you wear your heart on your sleeve, and that’s an admirable quality. atsumu has the same one, and he’s learned to like it on himself a bit more since loving it on you.

but he still grew up a twin, and even if he can’t hide his stronger emotions, he is most definitely a better liar than you.

(something he never lets you forget when he exploits your horrible poker face. like right now.)

“yes, ‘tsum?”

he shakes his head and smiles. “don’t ‘‘tsum’ me. I know ya hid my bag. don’t even try to lie to me, ya literally can’t.”

you finally let out a laugh of your own and he wonders if there are stars in his eyes making you shine this way, or if you’re just like that.

the butterflies in his stomach start fluttering again when you get up from the bar stool and walk to his side of the kitchen island.

you wrap your arms around his neck and he doesn’t think twice before letting his hands settle on your hips.

“I guess I can tell you where your bag is for a small fee.”

he raises an eyebrow. “oh can ya? how generous.”

you blow some air in his eye at his remark. “the fee is a kiss.”

“hmm, I don’t know if you deserve one after lying to me for a full ten minutes. well-“ he stops to correct himself. “attempting to lie to me.”

you gasp, but he knows you’re still being playful. “excuse me? never mind, I take it back, you’re not getting that bag today.”

“sweetheart~” he holds you tighter against him when you start to pull away and starts peppering kisses against your cheek.

“don’t you start sweet talking me, miya. it won’t work.”

he sighs and throws his head back. he’s not truly annoyed- he makes that clear with the easy, lovesick expression on his face- but he at least wants to know why you’re trying so hard to keep him home.

“baby. what’s going on with ya? is everything okay?”

you nod a little and he hates that his words cause you to frown. if his hands weren’t so comfortable on your hips, he’d bring one up to smooth out your forehead. “yeah… I’m sorry I’m making you late, I just miss you.”

his eyes widen. the new season has just started, so he’s been trying to get back into the swing of things. he loves going to practice, and he loves the new beginnings every start of the season brings, really he does.

but he hates the transition period between spending most of his time with you to having to find a healthy balance again.

of course you always reassure him that you understand it takes a minute to adjust, but that doesn’t mean he feels good about the unintentional neglect that can come from it.

he rubs his nose against your cheek. “baby, I’m sorry,” he starts. “ya know I don’t like being away for too long.”

your bottom lip juts out the tiniest bit and he leans in to kiss it. “I know… and I also know it’s selfish to keep you here because I’m feeling lonely… guess I’ve just been a little needier than usual lately.”

he thinks back to how you’ve practically been hanging off of him this whole week. he was a little confused by it, sure, but more so he’s been eating up all the attention and indulging you as much as possible.

taking in a deep breath, he makes a split second decision that will definitely have consequences later- good or bad, he won’t know until they come to pass.

but he knows whatever the outcome, it’ll be more than worth it just because he gets to see you smile now while carrying you to the sofa.

“atsumu! what are you doing?!“

“screw the gym bag, I’m staying here with you today.”

you gasp at his words and a panicked look washes over your face. “wait, no, that’s not what I was getting at-“

he shushes you. “no no, listen. it’s early in the season. we don’t have any games scheduled for a long while, yet and I stayed late last night. one day off won’t hurt, I’ll just go in earlier tomorrow.”

if his younger self could hear him now, he’d probably throw a fit, but he’s older and wiser and his angel needs him, so this is obviously the only logical solution.

your eyes gloss over with adoration, and there’s no room left inside of him for the guilt from skipping a day that he’s been building up for years.

he feels good about his decision to make you a priority. he felt good about it years ago when he asked you out and he gets the feeling he’ll feel good about it twenty years from now, wherever the both of you are by that point.

nothing could ever make him regret making you his top priority. you’ve given him so much, it’s only right that he does the same for you.

“thank you, ‘tsum,” you say after a while of just existing together on the couch.

he nuzzles into your neck and lets the warmth spread through his body at the feel of your torso against his. “‘course, sweetheart. but I’m still curious-“

he lifts himself up just enough that his face is hovering over yours. “where did you hide my gym bag?”

your peaceful expression twists into a smirk. “still not telling~” you sing.

he snorts. “alright, keep your secrets. we both know I have other methods of getting it out of ya. we’ve done this dance too many times, baby.”

you giggle and shake your head fondly. “oh ‘tsum, you couldn’t torture this information out of me. it’s too much fun for me to have something over you.”

his grin is wolfish as he takes in your words. “alright, sure, keep digging yourself into a deeper hole and see how fun it’ll be for ya later.”

“aww, you’re all bark no bi- hey!” you shriek as he playfully bites your nose.

“yeah, yeah, we’ll see if ya still think that when I’m done with ya.”

you don’t put up a fight when he slings you over his shoulder and carries you back to your bedroom.

BONUS:

you take the water bottle he offers you and gulp down half of it in one go.

he takes it from you and sets it off to the side before laying down beside you, equally spent. he feels you looking at him, so he raises an eyebrow at you questioningly.

he knows that look- you’re not completely ready to back down yet. just like when you lie, he thinks you look stunning when you refuse to give in.

“I hid it in the laundry room.”

he sits up a bit and looks down at you with narrowed eyes. “oh really?”

“uh huh.”

“and why’s that?”

the look on your face is lit up with sinister mischief, like you know your words will strike a chord inside of him. “needed to make sure it was in a place you don’t go very often.”

it’s obviously a jab with no real malicious intent (he’s very good about doing his laundry), but it has him playfully growling and pinning you beneath him once more.

“so that’s how it’s gonna be today, hm?”

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ahem. anyway. he is my everything and I would absolutely hide his things to keep him with me longer. inspired by me bc I have a horrible poker face. cannot lie without laughing to save my life.

@rrairey since this is the fic that one WIP came from I thought I’d tag you, hope that’s okay :3

@emmyrosee 🫶🏻🫶🏻

hope you enjoyed!

#atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader fluff #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader fluff #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader

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a-hazbin-reader · 7 months

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THIS WAS MY BAD I FUCKED UP ANON I'M SORRY

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Brief mention of Y/N not having control over her own life

Description: 👆⬆️

It took a lot for Alastor to be nervous about something, like A LOT

He wasn't nervous to start his radio show, he wasn't scared to sing in front of a crowd or dance with a stranger

But meeting your father has his mind in shambles, he's never been so nervous in his entire life

Every negative quality he can think of is coming to the forefront of his mind and making a home there

Not even asking you out made him feel this anxious

Okay so that was a fucking lie

He's heard all about your father from you, knows how close the two of you are-now he knows how you felt meeting his mother

Your father made you the woman you are today, and all of your best qualities were apparently cultivated by your father, according to you anyways

But he plays it cool when you ask him to meet your father, giving you a charming smile and confident response

"It's about time you asked me that, my dear~"

Hugs you from behind and buries his face in your neck so that you don't see the panic in his eyes

Pretends like he's not worried about it whenever you bring it up but as his S/O you pick up on his mannerisms

He's often distracted, getting lost in his own thoughts, doesn't hear what you're saying, messing up food he normally makes with ease

It's different for him, to him meeting your father makes the possibility of losing you feel more real

If your father doesn't approve of him then not only would you be disappointed but he could keep you from seeing Alastor

And nobody would question it, nobody would ask what YOU want, a girl's father knows what best for her

Then you two would have to elope which wouldn't be the worst thing but you deserve more-

"Alastor..? Are you sure you want to do this?"

He immediately relaxes at the sound of your voice, turning to give you a reassuring smile and kissing your forehead

"Of course, my dear~! What sort of a man would I be if I was too scared to face your father?"

Oh, he's scared of making a bad impression

He leans into your touch as you place soft hands over his cheeks, smiling at him in a way that makes him feel childish for being nervous

"Oh darling, you have nothing to worry about...I'll protect you~"

"Very funny..."

"I'm serious! He will love you, you're very hard not to love~"

Your gentle embrace on his arm keeps him grounded throughout the entire walk to see your father

Maybe he nuzzles your head to give you affection, or maybe he does it because your scent relaxes him

Alastor is hilariously stiff when you two enter the restaurant, tensing up as you approach your father

He's handsome for a man his age but the way he carries himself with kindness and pride reminds Alastor of you

The old man's eyes light up and happiness envelopes his features as he takes notice of you, standing to meet you

The love between you and your father is painfully obvious, this here is a man who would die to protect his daughter

Something he and Alastor have in common

Then suddenly, a switch flips in him once you go to hug your father, no longer is he your nervous boyfriend

"Papa, this is the man I've been telling you about, this is Al-"

"Alastor! Pleasure to meet you, sir! Quite a pleasure! Might I just say you've raised an exceptional young woman!"

This is Alastor, the charming radio host who is utterly mesmerizing and able to talk his way out of any situation

The Alastor that originally caught your attention and kept it long enough for you to fall for him

He spends the entire lunch charming your father, laying out all his best qualities in the hopes that he's making a good impression

And he definitely is, or at least he seems to be

"Oh Y/N, you didn't tell me that he would be such a gentleman! Wherever did you find him?"

Oh Papa you don't want to know

"Oh you know...we just bumped into each other-"

"She immediately had my heart in her pocket from the first moment we met! I was wrapped around her little finger and didn't even know it until it was too late!"

Now you're blushing, Alastor's words, along with him pulling you into a loving hug, making you feel flustered

He may have been busy trying to impress your father, but he didn't forget who he was doing it for, making sure to pay attention to you

He couldn't ignore you even if he tried, kissing your cheek whenever you boasted about him or squeezing your hand when your father embarrassed you

Which he did, your father couldn't help but brag about his darling daughter and every good deed she ever did

All of Alastor's earliest worries are gone, now understanding that your father isn't the type of man to rule over his daughter

Rather the kind to build her up and encourage her to be her own person, loving her for her strengths instead of smothering them

Which makes Alastor respect the man even more than he already did

At one point you leave the table to use the restroom, leaving the two men alone with each other

The mood shifts a little bit, your father suddenly serious and doubtful as he looks Alastor over

"Just what are your intentions with my daughter? She's not the kind of woman who you can just toy with until the next one comes along. My Y/N is too good for a playboy."

Oh, so now it's a serious talk, that's fine, Alastor came here for a serious reason anyways

"I'm no boy, and I don't plan on playing with your daughter's heart, I meant what I said earlier. In fact, I wanted to meet you so that I could ask your permission to not only continue seeing her but to marry her."

Apparently, he said the right thing because your father's eyes widened in surprise for a moment before the warmth flooded back into them

The old man relaxed into his seat and simply nodded at Alastor as you came back, the two men coming to an understanding

The atmosphere at the table becomes much more casual after that, your father and Alastor talking and joking like old friends

It warms your heart to see your boys getting along so well, leaning on Alastor happily

He smiles and rubs noses with you for a moment before going back to the conversation, something that leaves you flustered

And apparently, it makes your father blush too, finding the two of you to be a cute couple

The love you both have for each other radiates more than any sort of PDA would

Your father thinks that Alastor wouldn't be the worst son in law to have, he's charming, hardworking, obviously loves you

Why he's nearly perfect but there's something about him that makes your father think he's dangerous

And maybe he is but as long as Alastor keeps his daughter safe and happy then what does he care?

It's your life after all

Later, when you all get up to leave, your father ignores Alastor's offer of a handshake in favor of hugging him

"If you marry her, then you best not ever leave her, not even in death."

"Not only will I never leave her, I'll do everything in my power to make her happy~"

"Good man, welcome to the family.."

You give your father a loving hug, and he whispers his approval to you, making you tear up and kiss his cheek

Alastor is a little concerned when he sees your glassy eyes but you kiss him happily before he can even ask what's wrong

Presses his forehead to yours once you two finally stop kissing, both of you panting softly

Your smile is so breathtaking, he almost doesn't even hear what you're saying because he's so mesmerized

"I told you that he would love you~"

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babyleostuff · 11 months

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my little gamer | jeon wonwoo

when wonwoo came home from work, happy they let him and the boys end their schedule a bit earlier, he definitely didn’t expect you to be passed out on the couch.

with groceries, and your favourite candy in the bags he was sure you’d get to spend a bit of well deserved quality time over making dinner, maybe end the night with a movie, or him reading you a book in bed. but it looked like you had other plans.

wonwoo quietly grabbed the blanket that was draped over your couch, and gently tucked you in, making sure you were properly covered, kneeling before your sleeping figure. his fingertips found their way to your hair that fell over your face, and gently, as not to wake you, he swept them away, revealing your pouty mouth, and rosy cheeks.

wonwoo knew you didn’t like it when he took pictures of you when you were sleeping, always insisting you looked horrible when asleep, but wonwoo would do everything to have his polaroid with him now so he could capture this moment.

he grabbed the bags from the floor, and not thinking too much about what made you so tired that you needed to nap in the middle of the day, he started preparing dinner, so you could eat when you woke up.

“so cute,” he thought to himself, as he peeked from around the corner to see if you were still sleeping.

soon, the smell of food woke you up from your slumber, making your stomach growl. at first, you were very confused why you could smell food, when your fridge and cabinets were out of anything proper to eat, but that’s when you noticed a familiar pair of glasses laying on the table.

“wonwoo?” you raised yourself to sitting, fixing the cardigan of his you were wearing. he wasn’t supposed to be back for another couple of hours, and it was very unusual for the boys to end things so early in the afternoon. your mind started racing in worry that something bad had happened.

“wonwoo?” you asked a bit louder, stumbling because of the blanket, which was wrapped around your body. weird, you couldn’t remember covering yourself with it.

passing by the kitchen, you noticed a pot on the stove with something bubbling inside, and from the smell alone, you knew it was your favourite ramyeon. but wonwoo was nowhere to be seen.

deciding to help him out with dinner, you turned down the heat a bit, so it wouldn’t spill, and busied yourself with cutting the vegetables that were already laying on the counter, convinced that your boyfriend just went to the bathroom.

“what are these?” suddenly, wonwoo’s voice echoed through your rather quiet apartment, scaring you to the point where you almost cut yourself with the knife. offended, you turned to him. “i could’ve hurt myself,” but your voice faltered, as you saw what he was holding.

in his left hand, he was clutching his old gaming headset, and in the other, some games you knew he didn’t play anymore. a warm rush of embarrassment rushed through your body, your cheeks turning into a pretty shade of red. wonwoo, on the other hand, seemed rather amused - both by the thighs he found in your room, and your reaction.

you weren’t much of a gamer - you didn’t find it entertaining, and you weren’t really good at it either. you usually watched him play, cuddled to his side with a teacup in your hands. that was so much more fun than gaming.

“care to explain, baby?” he smiled at you, setting the stuff on the counter. you knew wonwoo would never judge you for what you did, yet you couldn’t help but look down avoiding his gaze. “hey, it’s okay. look at me, baby,” he gently cupped your face, lifting your head, so your eyes could meet, as his thumbs stroked your cheeks in a soothing manner.

“i just…,” you took a deep inhale, trying to calm yourself before the embarrassment would eat you up. “i just wanted to be better at gaming,” you admitted, fiddling with the hem of wonwoo’s shirt.

he looked at you with a puzzled expression, his brows furrowed, and mouth in a small pout. “but you don’t like gaming. i don’t think i’ve ever seen you game since we began dating.”

you sighed in defeat - you had to tell him why you took his stuff, wonwoo would not back down now. “i don’t like it, but i wanted to be better… for you,” you shyly admitted. “i know how much you enjoy gaming, and i didn’t want to be that girlfriend who doesn’t give a shit about her boyfriend's hobbies.”

“but why would you force yourself?” wonwoo asked, stunned by your confession. his thumbs halted their movement, his whole attention focused on you. “you know i would never expect you to do something you don’t enjoy.”

“i know. i just thought you’d be happy if i learned how to play.”

wonwoo let out a sigh, sneaking his hand to the back of your head, cradling it closer to his chest, so he could place his head on top of yours. “i would be happy knowing you do something you truly enjoy, and not force yourself to do something you don't like just to please me,” he wrapped his other arm around your waist, bringing you even closer to his body.

“i love it when you watch me game. i love your presence next to me, and i wouldn’t change it for the world.” he smiled softly at you, patting your head, as you fell into a comfortable silence. with the feeling of embarrassment long forgotten, you let yourself melt into his embrace, nuzzling your head further up his neck, as you inhaled the familiar smell of his cologne.

“wait,” wonwoo suddenly pulled your head back, and looked at you with a slightly worried expression. “don’t tell me you were sleeping now, because you stayed up last night gaming.”

“please, don’t be mad?” you tried giving him your best puppy eyes, knowing that one - he wouldn’t fall for them either way, and two - he’d end up scolding you for staying up so late. “you’re such a hypocrite, honey. how many times have you told me to go to bed, and scolded me for staying up so late, hm?” he cupped your cheek, his gaze full of concern.

“i did it for you, won.”

“you’re truly unbelievable, honey.

the bubbling of the ramyeon brought you back to reality, wonwoo’s grip loosening to quickly take care of the boiling soup.

“would you help me?”

“what was that, baby?”

you put your hand on his back. “i want you to teach me how to game, and not because i want to make you happy. i really want to try.”

“of course i’ll help you,” he smiled, and pecked your forehead. “my little gamer.”

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Happy Birthday

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~2k

Summary: An odd tradition

A/N: Felt weird writing this one y'all, but it did give me ideas...

Warnings: fluff, arguments, fluff!

You had been married for a long time. You and Wanda were at the point where you decided to stop celebrating your anniversary with anything extravagant. It was an exhausting and stressful way to say that you loved each other. You both already knew this and you had quickly learned that trying to both plan separate things was tiring.

Similarly, you had stopped celebrating each other’s birthdays with extravagant gifts. It seemed a little trivial given that because of Wanda, you two collectively had enough money to buy anything your heart desired. After buying many extravagant trips and a new car one year, the novelty of material gifts wore off a bit. Eventually you just made a promise to spend time together since quality time could be rare to come by depending on your schedules.

Somehow, you weren’t sure who was to blame, you and Wanda decided to start pranking each other. You weren’t sure who it had started with, but at first it was silly little harmless pranks that mildly embarrassed the birthday girl. From there, they had become slightly more involved and punishing.

Now that Wanda’s birthday was just around the corner, it was your turn to prank your wife. Unfortunately for the redhead, you were feeling rather vindictive this year and had the perfect plan. However, you quickly realized you’d need some help accomplishing your goal.

When you had first approached him about it, Pietro had been hesitant. Although he knew about the couple’s somewhat odd tradition, the whole family knew, he wasn’t sure if being a part of it would be a good thing. In fact, he was sure his sister would be furious and put out a hit on him if she didn’t kill him on the spot. He didn’t want Wanda to get upset at him, but then again, he couldn’t help but think that it was a little brilliant. Considering what Wanda had done to you last year, he finally agreed to help his sister-in-law pull this off.

Wanda deserved it just a little bit.

It started with little things that Wanda wouldn’t necessarily pick up on. At first you just spent a little bit longer out of the house. Once a week you would come home late claiming to have worked on paperwork for a while after closing. Then you’d purposely forgotten about meeting the redhead for lunch one day and you’d ended up meeting Pietro instead not a block away from where you’d stood up Wanda.

Wanda hadn’t realized anything was off until about a month later. This entire process had started a good three months before her birthday to avoid any suspicion, but now it wasn’t just Y/n that was acting out of the ordinary, Pietro was too.

First Pietro was at their place a little more. She just thought that the blonde was visiting more because he had needed to take some time off of work due to a recent injury and he wasn’t sure what to do with his free time. So he spent time finding a new place to live, and he came over a lot more. Wanda would find him hanging out with you when she came home from work earlier than expected. You and Pietro would sometimes watch things or simply be talking when Wanda returned. A few times she’d seemed to catch you both off-guard however, and you almost looked guilty when Wanda came home.

Wanda never texted her brother very much, they mostly talked on the phone but one day she received a slightly confusing text that she assumed had been a mistake. Maybe a drunken one. She’d simply responded, “uh thanks, love you too.”

It was confusing and Wanda couldn’t make heads or tails of it until a few days before her birthday.

She’d had a rough day and didn’t get to leave until about midnight. She knew that you were home already, so she wasn’t surprised when she opened the garage door and saw your car. She was however, surprised when she’d entered her kitchen to find you and Pietro sitting on the couch.

Specifically, Pietro was lying against the side of the couch while her wife was leaning over him as they kissed. Wanda didn’t say anything immediately as her brain failed to react, failed to register what was happening. She watched her brother and wife make out for far longer than strictly necessary to figure out what was going on.

“What the fuck!? Pietro!?”

It was the best that Wanda could come up with as she tried to piece together all of the clues she’d seen in the past few months. Pietro spending more time here, more time with you, and the weird behavior she’d seen from you both. She still didn’t believe what she was seeing. She didn’t believe that you and Pietro were still horizontal on her couch. She had never seen this coming.

The pair started at the sound of her voice, and you cursed as you practically jumped off of Pietro. The blonde was slower to get up, but he didn’t look any less worried than you as you shot your wife a surprised, guilty look.

“Wands! Hi, um, we, I uh…”

Luckily Wanda didn’t give you any more time to stumble over any excuses, let alone apologies as she shot you two a vicious look.

“Don’t. How long has this been going on?”

The pair didn’t answer immediately, but they exchanged a look that made Wanda tense in anticipation. She gritted her teeth in annoyance when a few seconds passed and no one answered, but she didn’t get a chance to ask again when Pietro spoke up.

“A few months.”

The younger Maximoff’s mouth fell open in shock, but she quickly recovered as she tried her best to hide how hurt she was. She didn’t realize she’d moved until she had a fistful of her brother’s shirt and his face was close enough that she could see him sweating. She saw you tense in anticipation and that just made her want to punch the other Maximoff even more.

The idea of you cheating on her with her brother was too painful, too infuriating. She needed to get out, now or she was going to throttle her brother.

Wanda shook her head and shoved Pietro away before turning to leave. She needed to distance herself from the two of you, but you stopped her.

“Wanda wait!”

You grab her arm to stop her from leaving, but Wanda yanks it away with a glare. She turns back to her wife with an angry look.

“What?”

Then she watched as both you and Pietro smiled before speaking up in unison.

“Happy birthday.”

Your smile grew wider as Pietro merely grinned and left out through the garage without another word. Wanda’s jaw dropped again as she realized what had just happened. She was nonplussed as she stood gaping at you like a fish out of water. She was incensed, annoyed, embarrassed and so impressed with the attention you had put into this. Not to mention her brother, but that would come later, first she needed to confirm that this was all just part of her ‘birthday gift’.

“What?”

This time she didn’t sound angry, rather confused and completely bewildered by what had just happened. You merely smile sheepishly before watching Wanda closely for her reaction. You would be the first to admit that this prank had been risky, and you were still waiting to see if it was going to blow up in your face.

“Happy birthday, babe.”

Wanda’s reaction this time was immediate and she turned red as she stood straighter and shot you a glare.

“Are you serious?”

You could only laugh and wring your hands nervously as you nodded at Wanda’s reaction, which of course only made her more annoyed.

“I can’t believe you two would do this! You had me thinking that you were—what were you thinking?”

You shook your head before you shot Wanda a challenging look that the redhead didn’t even flinch at.

“Oh please, your prank last year was awful too.”

“But I didn’t cheat on you!”

“No! You just made me believe that you’d actually taken to a religion that said you had to leave me! Not nearly as bad!”

Wanda continued to glare at her wife who was trying really hard not to laugh in glee. You had succeeded in fooling your wife and giving her a taste of her own medicine. You had been so frightened last year when Wanda had told you that she was going to leave you. You hadn’t been able to find the words to express how much you hated the idea. All you knew was that you couldn’t let it happen.

Now you could see how it had made you feel because Wanda was still struck dumb by the idea. She was no longer glaring, only frowning as she finally shot you a less incensed, but more suspicious look.

“Pietro? Really?”

You merely laughed before nodding in confirmation. The blonde had been the perfect choice because he was someone that would be able to sell the idea without actually having to go to too much trouble. The blonde knew about their pranks and he was willing to be a part of it without any compensation, other than seeing the look on his sister’s face.

“Brilliant, hmm?”

Wanda scowls before she rolls her eyes and mutters something under her breath about being unnecessarily cruel. You couldn’t help it and you move forward to kiss the frown off your wife’s face with another laugh. Wanda backs away with a pout before she settles on looking displeased as she thinks about how she supposes this was payback for last year.

Finally she sighs and shoots you a look that makes you smile proudly.

“That was pretty terrifying.”

You figured as much and you smile as you hug your wife who eventually returns the gesture. You offer the only consolation you would that night and shrug as you watch Wanda finally relax as she laughs under her breath.

“If it makes you feel better, I’m not his type. It took a little convincing; however, that I was definitely not interested in him.”

Wanda rolls her eyes again before shaking her head with a smile. She wouldn’t lie, she couldn’t see her wife with Pietro. Knowing what she did about both of them, it had only freaked her out because it seemed so outlandish and terrifying. Now that she put some thought into it, she knew that you would never go for her brother. Also, despite how much grief he liked to give her, she knew that Pietro wouldn’t ever betray her like that.

“For some reason you’re mine though.”

You don’t get a chance to feel offended by the remark before Wanda kisses you again. This time it lasts longer and you can tell that Wanda was getting over her shock and anger. At least she was about to direct it toward something else she wanted. You both wanted honestly.

“Maybe we can just go back to flowers and chocolates and stop scaring the crap out of each other?”

You laugh before nodding in agreement. This sounds like a pretty good idea. You are about to head into the kitchen to get started on dinner, but a hand on your arm stops you in your tracks. You turn to see that Wanda’s shooting you a look that makes your heart begin to race in excitement that you hope doesn’t show on your face.

“I’m still processing what happened, but as soon as I’m done, we’ll talk about your punishment.”

You open your mouth to argue, but Wanda’s already walked past you to the kitchen. You’re just going to have to see if the look on your wife’s face earlier will be worth whatever lies ahead.

“And Pietro’s.”

You hope so.

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musicforastylesrestaurant · 9 months

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Harry and yn and there two kids on holiday and fans come up to them and harry asks them to respect there privacy and all that?

Caribbean Privacy.

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in which, you and harry decided to go for a little family holiday to start the new year off on the right foot, and went to a caribbean island, where your just trying to enjoy yourselves, and spend some quality time with your two children, when a couple of fans spot your husband.

As the first light of the new year streamed through the curtains, you woke up to the sweet realization that your partner had planned a surprise holiday to the Caribbean.

The joy in your heart was mirrored in the excited expressions of Kai, your energetic five-year-old, and little Lexi, who had just turned six months old. The promise of sun-soaked beaches and turquoise waters made the early morning hustle of packing bags and herding the family to the airport an adventure in itself.

Arriving at your tropical destination, the sound of gentle waves and the warmth of the sun embraced you. The resort's palm-fringed surroundings set the stage for a family retreat filled with laughter and cherished moments.

The holiday would be lasting a total of two weeks and so far the four of you had been there for four out of a possible fourteen.

The first day was spent chilling and getting the kids into a routine, the second day was filled with sunbathing and the third day you took the kids to do some activities so that they wouldn’t get too bored.

It was the afternoon of the fourth day at the resort, for a majority of the morning you had all gone for a walk, trying to get your bearings of where you were going to be staying.

It was nearing one pm now, and the four of you were making your way to the hotel outdoor restaurant, where other families, friends and couples were currently sat, all decked out in summer clothes just like you and your family were.

The rhythmic roll of the stroller, carrying the enchanting Lexi, created a soothing background to the lively atmosphere. Harry, with Kai perched on his shoulders, exuded paternal pride as his son's tiny fingers playfully explored the newly sprouting hair after a recent buzz cut.

The infectious giggles from Kai echoed through the space, forming a symphony of joy that seemed to harmonize with the clinking of cutlery and murmurs of other guests.

Just moments later, a courteous waiter approached, exuding the charm of the Caribbean hospitality.

"Good afternoon! Can I start you off with some drinks?" he inquired with a warm smile.

Harry, with a chuckle, ordered a beer for himself, emphasising that it was a well-deserved vacation treat.

Kai, his eyes sparkling, announced proudly, "Chocolate milkshake, please!"

You joined in, opting for a refreshing mojito to complement the tropical ambiance. The waiter, noting down the orders, promised to return shortly with the concoctions that would add an extra layer of delight to your family gathering.

The backdrop of the restaurant's tropical charm provided the perfect setting for a moment of connection.

"This surprise vacation was a brilliant idea," you remarked, a smile playing on your lips.

Harry, his eyes filled with satisfaction, responded, "M’figured we all needed a break, and what better way t’start the year?"

Kai, still perched atop his father's shoulders, chimed in, "I like the beach, Mommy! Can we build a sandcastle tomorrow?"

His enthusiasm was infectious, prompting laughter from both you and Harry.

"Absolutely, buddy! We'll build the biggest sandcastle the beach ‘as ever seen," Harry promised, ruffling Kai's hair.

November 2019, you gave birth to Kai Robin Styles, at a home birth in yours and Harry’s London home.

As the conversation continued, you found yourselves reflecting on the year that had passed and the excitement of what lay ahead.

“ ‘Member when Lex was just a tiny bump?" Harry mused, glancing affectionately at your baby girl. "Now look at her, enjoying her first vacation. Time really does fly,"

You had gone into Labour with Lexi Anne Styles after Harry’s Show in Warsaw, the birth wasn’t very traumatic but the fact that you have birth in the backstage area of a stadium add a million different stress levels.

The waiter returned with a tray of drinks, delivering a frothy beer for Harry, a velvety chocolate milkshake for Kai, and a refreshing mojito for yourself.

The clinking of glasses marked the beginning of a shared toast.

"To family adventures and new beginnings," Harry proposed, raising his beer.

It wasn’t long before you had placed your food orders, and then it was back to chit chatting.

Lexi began to express her hunger with soft whimpers from the comfort of her stroller. Harry, always attuned to his children's needs, suggested, "Looks like someone's ready f’a meal. How about I feed her?"

Agreeing with a smile, you watched affectionately as Harry gently lifted Lexi from the stroller. With practised ease, he retrieved the pre-made bottle from the baby bag. Cradling Lexi in his arms, he began a tender dialogue, showering her with words of endearment.

"Y’know, Love bug, y’the most perfect baby in the world. Mom and I are so lucky t’have you," he whispered, his words infused with a genuine warmth that mirrored the love you both felt for your little one.

As Harry spoke to Lexi, your gaze shifted to Kai, who was deeply immersed in coloring his book. His tiny fingers danced across the paper, creating vibrant strokes that mirrored the lively atmosphere of the Caribbean surroundings. The restaurant transformed into a canvas of family moments — the quiet focus of an older brother, the nurturing presence of a father, and the unspoken connection between mother and daughter.

Amidst the lively ambiance of the restaurant, you couldn't help but notice a group of girls at a nearby table who seemed to have recognized your husband. Whispers and excited glances were exchanged among them, and you could see them mustering the courage to approach him for a photo.

Sensing their intentions, you leaned in to Harry and discreetly warned him about the approaching fangirls.

Harry, with a resigned sigh, glanced over his shoulder and nodded.

"Just ignore ‘em, love. It happens," he reassured you, his eyes reflecting the weariness of a man accustomed to such encounters.

The prospect of being in the spotlight, even during a family dinner, was not a new experience for him. Grateful that your kids were facing away, oblivious to the attention, you both focused on enjoying the moment together as a family.

As the girls behind you worked up the courage to approach, you and Harry engaged in casual conversation, attempting to divert attention from the brewing fan encounter.

"Remember that time in Paris?" you teased, trying to lighten the mood. Harry chuckled, because he knew exactly what you were talking about.

"Good times," he agreed, sharing a smile with you, appreciating the effort to shield your family from the attention that occasionally came with his public persona.

“H, there definitely coming.”

Harry, glancing over his shoulder, nodded in acknowledgment.

"Yeah, I see them. Just give them a friendly smile if they approach, and I'll handle it. S’not let it bother us," he suggested, his voice carrying a hint of resignation.

He was no stranger to such encounters, having navigated the challenges of fame before. The weariness in his eyes reflected a desire for a quiet family dinner undisturbed by fan interactions.

The restaurant buzzed with activity as the group of excited fans approached your table.

"Harry, we're such huge fans! Can we get a quick photo and an autograph?" one of them eagerly requested, holding out a notepad and a pen.

With a gracious smile, Harry acknowledged their enthusiasm.

"M’grateful f’your support, but at the moment, we're trying to have a quiet family dinner, so I won't be able to do autographs right now," he gently explained, a polite refusal delivered with a sense of understanding.

Despite his explanation, the fans persisted, urging for both a photo and an autograph. The atmosphere at the table shifted as Lexi, nestled in Harry's lap, started to express her unease with a few whimpers.

Sensing his sister's discomfort, Kai moved closer to your side, seeking comfort in the familiar presence of family. Harry, noticing the subtle disruption, addressed the fans with empathy.

The fans, eager to capture a moment with their idol, continued to press for both a photo and an autograph. Harry, maintaining his composure, gently reiterated, "I really appreciate y’support, but right now, We're just trying t’enjoy a family dinner without any interruptions."

The fans, realizing the impact on the children, paused for a moment. Harry, sensing the need to reinforce the boundary, continued,

"Thanks for understanding." His words were delivered with a blend of gratitude and a protective instinct for his family.

As the fans reluctantly stepped back, a mix of disappointment and understanding painted their expressions. Your family returned to the rhythm of your evening, attempting to reclaim the sense of tranquillity that had been momentarily disrupted. Lexi, still cradled in Harry's arms, gradually settled, comforted by the familiar presence of her parents and brother.

Harry, with a reassuring smile, turned his attention back to the dinner table.

"Sorry about that, m’love," he whispered to you, the gentle apology carrying the weight of the delicate balancing act that came with his fame.

"It's alright," you responded, understanding the complexities of navigating public and private moments.

Kai, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, looked up from his colouring book with a curious expression.

"Why did those people want pictures, Mommy?" he asked, his innocent curiosity breaking the momentary tension.

You looked down to his eye level, offering a simple yet honest explanation, "Sometimes, people recognize Daddy from his work, and they want to say hello or take a picture because they really like what he does."

Harry, appreciating your delicate handling of the situation, chimed in,

"That's right, buddy. Daddy's work makes people happy, and sometimes they just want to share that happiness with us."

Sensing his sons discomfort, Harry gently ushered him over, placing him on the other side of his lap.

"Hey, Kai, come here, sweet boy," Harry said softly, creating a protective space for him. As Kai nestled in closer,

Harry continued, "I want you t’know that no matter what happens, Daddy will always keep you safe. Those moments might be a bit strange, but we're a team, okay?"

Kai, his big brown eyes searching for reassurance, nodded in understanding. "

Team," he echoed, a small smile breaking through the remnants of unease.

Harry wrapped his arm around Kai, holding him close to his chest.

"Exactly, little man. We're a team, and nothing will ever change that," Harry affirmed, his voice a soothing melody of love and comfort.

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