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writingouthere · 1 year ago

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bestfriendsbrother!Sukuna x pregnant!reader one-shot

summary: you're excited to finally share with all your friends that your pregnant when the party is interrupted by your best friend's older brother, who you didn't invite, but who you did have unprotected sex with less than two months ago.

cw: reader is pregnant, Sukuna is a bad dude, possessive behavior, minor smut, still as usual nicer than it sounds because I can't help it.

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"I'm pregnant!"

Your news is met with a period of silence before your friends look at each other, uncertain as to how to react.

Nobara finally breaks the silence, an eyebrow raised. "And we feel...."

"We're happy about it," you say and your friends are then quick to congratulate you. You hear some sort of scuffling happening behind you and you turn around to see Yuuji unfolding a "We're having a Baby!" banner which makes Megumi nearly jump out of his chair.

"Holy shit, did you two-"

"No!"

"Ew, no!"

Yuuji frowns at you. "The 'ew' wasn't necessary."

You and Nobara scoff. "It was," you tell him. "And I say that with all my love."

"Okay, so if this idiot didn't knock you up-"

"Hey!"

"-then who did?"

You'd been expecting the question and had prepared for it. "It was just a one night stand, he's not really father material." Everyone looks like they want to ask more questions so you smile at them, genuinely happy they all look ready to commit a crime for you. "It's okay, I have a good job and this is something I've wanted for a long time. This baby will be really loved because it will have me and, I hope, all of you."

Your friends are quick to agree and there's some lighter questions about potential names, nurseries and Nobara and Todo are looking at her phone debating baby onesies, when the door to you and Yuuji's apartment opens and someone you had definitely not invited comes in.

"Sukuna! You're late, you missed the big news," Yuuji calls out as he walks over and claps his brother on the back. A few people call out greetings as Yuuji's older brother looks around the apartment. His eyes linger on you for a second, a smirk tugging up on his lip before he notices the sign hanging crooked over the kitchen doorway and he laughs without an ounce of humor.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me, you knocked someone up? You irresponsible piece of shit-"

"It's not his and don't kill him, you asshole," Megumi says from where he has now joined the onesies discussion and points over at you. "It's the other person who lives here."

Sukuna pauses from where he was about to murder his brother, to look back over at you. You wonder if his brain is doing the same cursed math that you had done when you were hyperventilating, holding a stick covered in your own pee, but before he could ask anything, Maki ended the silent stand off.

"And we're happy about it, so get happy you piece of shit."

With that, the party continues on, people breaking off until little groups and snacks being placed strategically throughout the apartment.

You're feeling thirsty, and a little exhausted from the burning stare that's been directed at you for the past hour when you excuse yourself from where Miwa and Mechamaru had been talking about their own future plans for children, who you're sure would be socially inept but gorgeous enough to make up for it, and made your way to the kitchen.

You were pulling out some water, no alcohol for you even though you really needed it, when you felt someone's presence behind you.

"So when were you going to tell me we were having a baby?"

"Never, because it's not yours," you answered firmly, slamming the door to the fridge for good measure. Sukuna leaned against the cabinet next to you but you'd known him long enough to see the pose for what it was. A ruse, a performance of casualness. The fingers on his hand tapped against his arm like he was playing the piano, one of the few tics he had that showed when he was feeling, well just feeling anything in general.

"Oh please, you're not fucking anyone else."

"You don't know that and we're not fucking, we fucked once. Singular, past tense."

He laughed and looked down at you, the same predatory look he'd had the night he'd helped you make this child.

"And once was all it took huh? Fucked you so good, you're going to have my baby," he says, voice mocking and he stands up to his full height which puts him over you. He takes the glass of water you're really regretting now, and places it on the counter opposite the two of you.

"It-it's not your baby," but you don't sound sure and he knows it and he presses up against you until your back is to the counter. Nowhere for you to run.

"It's mine, just like you're mine. I don't know who you think you're kidding with this denial of me but it's done now, sweetheart."

You go to answer him and Sukuna covers your mouth with his hand like the rude fuck he is and then leans down, his mouth next to your ear. You look around, worried someone might see you but the gap between the fridge and the counter conceals you both and the room next to you keeps getting louder and louder. The sun had set and there were maybe some lamps in the living room, but here in the kitchen it was dark.

"I let you have your space and your time, two months of it actually. I let you have your little moral crisis about fucking a criminal and it being the best dick you've ever had wah wah, but I was impatient before I knew you were having my baby, and now," he leans back so his eyes, and they're on fire his eyes, are level with yours. "I'm done waiting."

You tug on Sukuna's hand and he rolls his eyes before removing it from your mouth and places it on your hip which doesn't seem like a good trade-off but at least you can speak again.

"What does that even mean?" You ask him, your voice showing the incredulity you're feeling but if Sukuna had anything, it was audacity.

"I mean I'll give you a week to tell your friends you're having our baby and that we're getting married." He says it so seriously that you can't help but laugh which seems to be the wrong response when his other hand moves to your hip as well and squeezes, tight.

"We are not getting married, are you out of your mind?"

"Why not, we're already having a baby, are you going to deny me the ability to live with my own child."

"Still not your kid, and we can't get married Sukuna. We never even dated! We fucked one time, that doesn't mean we should just be together forever."

"We fucked for one night, it was more than one time-"

"Not the argument you think it is," you interrupt him but you still let him pick you up and place you on the counter. You sit there while he runs his hands up and down your thighs, the sounds of the party washing over the two of you as you stay in your little bubble.

"We'd be good together," he finally says. "Not just because I knocked you up on the first try." You hit him but he just smirks and moves his hands more purposefully on your legs. You let him pull them apart and step between them even though warning bells are going off in your head, telling you these are moves you'd seen before and they had led to you being in the predicament the two of you were debating in the first place.

"It's inevitable, the two of us. You can say you hate me, or that I'm not a good man, and that's true. But there's a reason why you've never stayed with any of those nice boys," he says and his hands slips up the skirt you're wearing to get at your bare thighs underneath. "Because you don't want a nice guy, you don't want a good man, you want me and I'm too selfish to let you keep torturing both of us by doing this pretending shit."

The fingers on his right hand press against your cunt through your panties while his other hand squeezes your thigh and he moans sinfully into the quiet air.

"God, I knew I didn't make up this warm, wet cunt. Been fucking my fist until I chafed the past two months just thinking about it."

You whimper as he moves your underwear aside and slips one finger up and down your slit, not touching your clit or going where you want him, but doing enough that you move against his hand.

"This does not mean that we should get married," you protest and he teases a finger against your opening, pulling it back when your hips tilt up in an attempt to get him where you want.

"Why not? I heard pregnant women get super horny, what are you going to do without me around to make sure this filthy pussy gets stuffed just the way she needs." He finally slips one finger in, his thumb moving to tease against your clit, just the way you like it and your head smacks back against the cabinet. He moves the hand that had been on your thigh up so he can cradle your head.

"I'm sure I could find someone willing to help me out," you say scoffing and his hand freezes which makes you whine a little and try to get him to move again but his legs limit your range of motion.

"You ever try to fuck someone else ever again and the coroner is going to have to get dental records to figure out who the dumb fuck with no fingers, no eyes and no cock is, you got it?"

He's not joking, you know he's not joking but it doesn't stop you from leaning forward until you finally get your lips on his. He hums into your kiss, cupping your cheek in his free hand while the other one goes back to opening you up. You're so wet that the kitchen fills with the sounds of his him finger fucking your cunt but you can't even find it in yourself to be embarrassed. He's not wrong that pregnancy has made you more sensitive, or maybe it's just you not having gotten laid since the two of you had slept together.

He's got three fingers in you when you come and he swallows your moans greedily with mouth while his fingers slow inside of you, curving just right to make you think you could probably come again soon, oversensitive or not.

Before you can test that out, he pulls away from you. He licks the fingers he pulled out of you clean and you you're reminded of how the last time he'd made you come twice just with his mouth.

"Where are you going?" you ask him, a little more breathless than you like.

"We are going home," he tells you, grabbing your hands and helping you down off the counter. Giving you a kiss on your forehead that you would tease him for if you were anyone else.

"Home?" you ask, confused because you are currently standing in your apartment unless his orgasms suddenly give one the power to teleport.

"Yeah, our home, not the shitty apartment you share with my brother. I mean we'll have to get somewhere bigger soon, for our baby."

For the first time since you found out you were pregnant, someone who was not you laid out their palm on your still just the same stomach. There was no change from how it always looked but Sukuna looked smug just the same and you felt like you were still missing a few things.

"What-"

"I mean I can fuck you here, I just thought your sensibilities and the fact your friends were all out there would make you uncomfortable."

Your post orgasm flush finally leaves you and you look up at him in panic. "Oh my god, do you think someone saw-"

"It's okay, Fushiguro kept them out I'm sure."

You don't want to know but ask anyway. "Why?"

"Because he walked in earlier and looked like he'd seen a ghost. Tell me, is the kid still a virgin? He's pretty but I can't imagine he has a lot of good options in your crowd."

When you leave to go to Sukuna's, the only people who don't look confused(or horrified in Yuuji's case) at your departure are Maki and Megumi.

If the confusion hadn't been cleared up by the time the baby came, the pink hair probably answered any follow up questions.

dealing with some writer's block and had this idea. didn't feel like writing a whole smut scene, my b but saving that energy for the next(?) neighborsukuna x singlemom one.

side note: Megumi is scarred for life, for sure. Yuuji gets over his horror once he's an uncle.

#jjk sukuna #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #jujutsu sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk smut

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jjkamochoso · 10 months ago

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How You React To JJK Characters Describing You as Their Type When Todo Asks

Fluff

Request from anon! This was a super fun one, thanks again for the request!! Also, I didn't do Mai, Miwa or Momo with this one, but added in Nanami; if you would like me to add the other girls back in, lmk and I absolutely will!! :)

JK Men x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Part 2 to this fic; same premise here, the students are all in a big group when the question was asked! <3

Yuji:

“Yuji! What kind of person is your type?”

“My type? Uh, let’s see,” he said, putting his thumb and forefinger to his chin in thought. After he gave his reply, you noticed everyone glancing between him and you.

“What? Is there something on my face?” you asked, wiping your cheek.

“No, you dummy,” said Nobara, “didn’t you hear what Itadori’s type was?”

“Yeah. So?”

“So? So? He described you perfectly,” she hissed. You thought back to his answer and your eyes went wide, realizing she was right. You looked over at the pink haired boy.

“Is that true? Your type is me?” you asked him, not caring that everyone was deeply invested in your conversation.

“Yeah. Is that… okay?” he asked, nervously ruffling his hand through his hair.

“Only if you ask me on a date,” you said with a playful wink, walking away. Yuji just stared at you, hearts in his eyes, until Nobara smacked him.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Go ask them!”

He hurried after you, eager to ask you out.

Megumi:

“Tell us, Fushiguro, what kind of person is your type?”

Megumi rolled his eyes. “Things like that are so unimportant. It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters more than you think. It tells you everything you need to know is about a person. Like how you’re a wimp for not answering,” said Todo, crossing his arms with a triumphant smirk.

“Fine,” replied Megumi through gritted teeth, tired of Todo’s pestering, “you really wanna know? I’ll tell you.”

As he described his dream person, you felt your face get warmer and warmer.

“That, um, kind of sounds like me, doesn’t it?” you whispered to Yuji.

“There’s no ‘kind of’ about that, y/n,” he whispered back, just as surprised as you were. When Megumi saw you looking at him, he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked away, clearly embarrassed. You ran after him as fast as you could.

“Megumi, wait! I have to talk to you!” you exclaimed, halting him with a grip of his arm.

“I’m sorry, that was a big mistake, I shouldn’t have said anything-”

“I like you. A lot,” you confessed. “You’re my type, too.”

“R-really?” His voice squeaked and he quickly cleared his throat. “I mean, really? That’s good. Great. I’m… relieved.”

You chuckled at his adorable flustered state. “Me too. I guess Todo is good for something after all.”

Nobara:

“Kugisaki! What’s your type?”

“My type? That’s simple,” she answered, her bright bob swinging. As she described the kind of person she found attractive, you couldn’t help the giddiness bubbling up inside; she was describing you!

“Kugusaki? Can I talk to you over here for a second?” you asked, signaling her to follow you away from the group. Yuji, understanding what was happening, gave you a thumbs up.

“Do you have a crush on me?” you questioned. “Because the person you described sounded exactly like me.”

Nobara immediately went into the defensive, crossing her arms defiantly.

“Huh?! Nuh uh, that could be anybody here,” she replied, her face lighting up with a small blush.

“Oh. What a shame, I’ve had a crush on you for a long time,” you said, preparing to walk away. Nobara’s hand darted to your own, prompting you to stop.

“Wait! I… do like you, okay?” she mumbled, not meeting your eyes. “It’s just a crush, though, it’s not like I’m in love or anything stupid.”

You laughed lightly at her attitude. She was a piece of work, but if everything went well, she’d be your piece of work.

Maki:

“Zenin, spill. What kind of person is your type?”

“Do you really have nothing else rolling around in that tiny brain of yours?” Maki asked, obviously annoyed.

“Who would’ve thought someone as fearless as you would be scared by a little question, hmm?” a vicious voice from Mai said.

“I’m not scared, it’s a dumb question,” Maki replied, “but I’ll answer it anyway to get you idiots off my back.”

When she was done describing her type, you felt Yuta nudge you softly.

“Y/n, I think she likes you,” he said in a hushed tone.

“So what if I do, huh?” she said aggressively, overhearing what Yuta told you. The tension that overcame the group was uncomfortable, so much so that everyone left, leaving you and Maki by yourselves. She kept her eyes trained elsewhere, not wanting to meet yours.

“This whole thing was stupid. Forget I said anything,” she snarled.

“Maki,” you said with such softness that she actually looked at you, “I really like you. You’re my type, too.”

She scoffed as she looked away once more, hiding her warmed face. “You’re such a sap, you know that?”

Inumaki:

“Inumaki! What’s your type?”

“He can’t talk, you jerk,” you exclaimed defensively. You turned to Toge. “Just ignore him, okay? You don’t have to answer.”

“Salmon,” he responded, placing a hand on your arm to signal he was alright. He sighed as he approached Todo.

“Salmon salmon,” he told him, earning a confused look from Todo.

“Anyone care to translate?” the tall man asked. Toge rolled his eyes and tried again.

“Salmon salmon,” he said, this time making his pointing toward you more obvious.

“Your type is… L/n?” wondered Todo. Toge nodded meekly as you were overcome with butterflies in your stomach. He turned away from the group as Todo asked the same question to the next victim.

“Toge, I’m your type?” you asked, your voice shaking a little.

He nodded.

“Does that mean you like me?”

He nodded again. You immediately wrapped him in a hug, making him stumble back before wrapping his arms around you as well.

“I’ve liked you for so long now. I never thought I’d have Todo to thank for this, but I guess weirder things have happened.”

Yuta:

“Okkatsu, tell us, what kind of person is your type?”

“I can appreciate all types of people,” Yuta answered happily, making you smile. He was always so kindhearted!

“I don’t believe that,” replied Todo, narrowing his eyes. “You have to have one certain type of person you always find attractive.”

“I mean, I guess so,” he replied, starting to look nervous.

“And that is?” Todo raised an eyebrow.

“Um, let’s see…”

When Yuta was describing that person, you felt a tug on your sleeve. Inumaki was looking at you and you nodded in understanding.

“You picked up on that, too?” you asked, getting an enthusiastic nod in response. Yuta blushed when he noticed you watching him and quickly encouraged Todo to ask the question to someone else to keep him from embarrassing himself more. What he didn’t notice, until it was too late, was who Todo asked next.

“L/n! What’s your type?”

“That’s easy,” you said, your eyes never leaving Yuta’s as you smiled. “It’s Okkatsu.”

He could’ve sworn he died and went to Heaven right there!

Gojo:

“Gojo-sensei! What kind of person is your type?”

“Ooh, are we all playing a little get-to-know-each-other game?” asked Satoru excitedly. “I love it when the students bond like this.”

You were walking by the group when you overheard your fellow teacher getting involved in the kids’ antics so naturally, you stopped to watch.

“My type, hmm?” He was deep in thought, his forefinger to his chin. “Ah! Got it.”

As he was describing the person, the kids started snickering while looking at you. At first you didn’t understand why, but when it clicked, your first instinct was to grab Satoru by the back of his shirt collar and drag him away.

“Thanks for the fun!” he yelled, waving goodbye. When you were far enough away, out of sight and earshot of the students, you punched him in the arm.

“Ouch! Trouble in paradise already?” he teased.

“What the hell, Satoru? Our students aren’t supposed to know about teachers’ crushes on each other,” you reprimanded.

“What happens when we get married? They’ll know when they have to address you as Gojo-sensei. Or address me as L/n-sensei, I don’t care about the whole name situation,” he said airily, waving his hand around.

“You are truly impossible,” you said, rubbing your fingers on your forehead to ease your oncoming headache.

He poked your arm. “But you love me, don’t you?”

“I like you. And that’s trouble as it is,” you groaned, earning a smile and arm slung around your shoulder from the man.

“That’s enough for me, baby.”

“Don’t ever say that again.”

“Noted.”

Noritoshi:

“Kamo! What’s your type?”

“I don’t want to play your nonsense games, Todo,” remarked Noritoshi, frustrated.

“The next head of the Kamo clan refuses to answer such an easy question? That tells me everything I need to know about your character,” smirked Todo.

Noritoshi scowled. “Don’t question my character over my disbelief in your stupid qualifications.”

“Admit it, Kamo. You’re scared,” teased Mai, which sent him over the edge. He explained his type to the group, finishing with, “-don’t ever ask me something so idiotic in the future.”

“So… your type is L/n,” said Todo.

“Yes.” Noritoshi’s eyes widened when he realized what he said. “No! Wait! I don’t…”

He stopped, coming to terms that the damage was already done.

“All of you get on my nerves,” he barked, walking away quickly. You hurried after him.

“Noritoshi,” you said after catching up with him, “I really like you. You’re exactly my type too.”

He studied your eyes for any sign of deceit, but he didn’t find any. Breathing out a sigh of relief, he let a small smile fall upon his lips.

“Maybe the brainless question was useful after all.”

Todo:

“Todo! What’s your type?” you asked the muscled man. He looked surprised at you speaking up, but immediately replaced that expression with a wide smile.

“You.”

You burst into laughter. “No, I’m being serious, Aoi. What kind of person are you into?”

“I am serious, you’re exactly my type. I think you’re really attractive.”

You were about to laugh again when you noticed he was being genuine.

“You’re not… joking?”

“You seriously didn’t know? You’re all he talks about or looks at,” said Noritoshi. “Even I’ve noticed that much.”

“So, what do you say?” Aoi addressed you with another smile. “You want to go on a date with me sometime?”

“Yeah. That would be amazing,” you breathed out, still shocked at the outcome you weren’t expecting but would gladly accept.

Nanami:

“Nanami-sensei! What kind of person is your type?”

Todo’s loud voice made Kento stop abruptly in his tracks.

“I’m not a teacher so don’t address me as such,” he sighed, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Secondly, that’s none of your business. If you’ll excuse me.”

“Nanamin!” Yuji exclaimed, blocking the exasperated man’s path. “It’s a harmless question! We just wanna know more about you.”

Kento observed the shining eyes of the children staring at him and he sighed again, this time more forcefully.

“My type is a person who is smart enough to stay far away from this troublesome group,” he grumbled, making a beeline for your laughing figure as you watched from afar.

“Not a fan of my students’ curiosity, Nanami-sensei?” you teased, causing him to groan.

“They’re much too nosy. I have no interest in delving into my love life with children.”

“How about with another adult, then?” you asked.

He raised an eyebrow. “I’d hardly call you an adult with the way you’re acting right now.”

“I’d be hurt if you weren’t right,” you replied. “C’mon, we trust each other. I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“Fine,” he relented, “but this isn’t how I pictured telling you. I was hoping for a more mature environment when confessing my romantic feelings towards you.”

You stood in shock at his sudden confession. You were joking with the man, not expecting him to come up with a real answer, but instead, he admitted he liked you.

“To make myself clear,” he said, noticing your lack of a reaction, “you’re my type.”

You stumbled over your words in your surprised state. “I… wow. I wasn’t expecting that.” You took in a deep breath to calm yourself. “That does make it a lot easier to say my type is overworked blondes named Kento.”

His lips quirked up into a hint of a smile. “You think I’m overworked?”

“I know you are.” You mustered up all your courage before continuing, asking, “How about you take some time off and join me for dinner later?”

Kento’s smile became much more prominent. “That was supposed to be my line, but that would be lovely nonetheless. I’ll pick you up at 7.”

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xndrexcruz · 11 months ago

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When You Get Shipped With Another Player | FC BARCELONA

✮- summary: how they react to fans shipping you with another barca player

✮- warnings: none i don’t think

Requests are open

masterlist here

João Félix

“How come fans think you’re a better match with Marc Guiu than with me?” João grumbled, throwing his bag down by the door.

You glanced up at him from your book, raising an eyebrow. “Fans are just being fans, João. They see what they want to see, you know how it is.”

He walked over to you and plopped down besides you, a pout forming on his puffy lips. “Mas não é justo. Somos perfeitos juntos.” (“It’s not fair though. We’re perfect together.”)

You slightly chuckled, putting your book aside and leaning closer to your boyfriend. “We know that, but they don’t. They just enjoy making up different scenarios, nothing serious.”

“Yeah, but why Marc? I mean he’s a pretty good guy and all, but he’s obviously not me,” João insisted, wrapping his arms around you possessively.

You pressed a kiss to his lips and then trailed a line of kisses along his jaw. “Maybe just maybe, they can’t handle how perfect we are together.” You whispered in between kisses, “They need some drama to entertain themselves.”

João signed, his body relaxing under your soft touch. “I just really hate seeing those comments. It makes me want to scream to the world that you’re mine and I’m yours.”

“One day, I promise. For now, let’s just enjoy what we have now,” you whispered, kissing him deeply.

“Yeah, you’re right, João murmured against your lips, his jealousy melting away. “As long as we know the truth right, that’s all that matters.”

Pablo Gavi

“I swear, if I see one more post shipping you with Héctor, i’m actually going to lose it,” Gavi fumed, pacing around the room.

You signed, shutting your laptop closed. “Pablo, it’s just fans having fun. They don’t mean any harm.”

He stopped pacing and looked at you, frustration evident when you looked at him in the eyes. “But it bothers me. They think you two would be a quote on quote amazing couple.”

You stood up and walked over to him, placing your hands on his chest. “Do you really I care about what they think? I’m with you because I’m head over heels for you.”

Gavin’s expression softened at your words, but he still seemed restless. "Es difícil ignorarlo, ¿sabes? Quiero que todos sepan que eres mi novia". (“It’s just hard to ignore, you know? I want everyone to know you’re my girlfriend.”)

You kissed his lips and then both his cheeks, feeling him shiver at the contact. “I know, trust me I know, but we had both agreed to keep things private in the meantime. We just have to trust that our love for one another is strong enough.”

He signed at your words, wrapping his arms around you and putting his head in the crook of your neck. “It is. I’m sorry for getting frustrated. It’s not on purpose.”

You smiled, leaning your head to kiss him. “It’s okay. I just want you to remember that you’re the one I choose every single day, just you.”

Pedri González

“I don’t understand why people think you and João would make such a power couple,” Pedri muttered, scrolling through his phone.

You rolled your eyes, setting you coffee mug down on the coffee table. “Because they don’t about the two of us, Pedri. They’re only speculating.”

He looked up at you, concern written across his face. “But it still bothers me. I want them to see how perfect I am for you.”

You walked over and sat next to him, taking his hands into yours. “I know it must be hard, but it’s just make believe, I’m with you not João. We know what’s actually real.”

Pedri only let out a huff, squeezing your hands. “Sinceramente, odio la idea de que alguien más que no sea yo pueda estar contigo”. (“I just honestly hate the thought of anyone else being with you who isn't me.”)

You leaned in, kissing him lovingly before moving to his neck. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about. I’m all yours Pedri.”

A smile started forming on his lips. “You’re right, of course you are. It only matters that you and I know the truth no one else matters.”

“Exactly,” you murmured, kissing his lips again.

Fermín López

“We could always let our relationship go public to stop the rumors about you and Lamine,” Fermín suggested, frustration evident in his voice.

You looked at him in surprise. “You do remember you were the one who wanted to keep our relationship hidden from the public to protect us, right?”

He let out a breath, running a hand through his combed hair. “Lo sé, pero es duro ver a los fans pensar que tú y él son más adecuados el uno para el otro”. (“I know, but it’s hard seeing fans think you and him are better suited for each other.”)

You laid your head on his chest before speaking. “It’s just rumors. They don’t mean anything.”

Fermín pulled you closer into him, kissing the top of your head. “It’s just annoying. I always see those type of comments.”

You tilted your head up to see him, kissing his adam’s apple. “It doesn’t matter what the fans think. We’re the ones together.”

He nodded his head, sighing as he relaxed his head on top of yours. “You’re right Y/n. I’m sorry for getting so worked up over that.”

You gave him a small smile. “It’s okay. As long as I’m with you.”

Héctor Fort

“Why do fans seem to think you’d be better with Pedri than you would be with me?” Héctor annoyingly grumbled, tossing his phone aside.

You looked up from the movie you had been watching. “Héctor they don’t know any better. The fans are just imagining things, they would think differently if they knew we were dating.”

He walked over and sat next to you, while wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I just want every person to know that you’re mine, not anybody else’s.”

You leaned against his shoulder, leaving a kiss on his cheek. “One day they all will. But for now, let’s enjoy our relationship as it is, okay?”

Héctor nodded, resting his head over yours to find comfort in your touch. "Bé. Em molesta tant veure comentaris com que m'irrita molt.” (“Okay. It just bothers me so much seeing comments like that it really irritates me.””

You moved off his shoulder, placing you hand on his defined jawline. “Just don’t let it get to you. Because nothing will change the fact that I’m your girlfriend Héctor.”

He smiled, leaning down to kiss you softly. “I won’t, not anymore.”

Lamine Yamal

"Of all the players, they think you'd go out with Fermín," Lamine muttered, scrolling through his phone.

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Fans will ship anyone with anyone. It doesn't mean anything, you should know that."

He looked at you, concern clear in his eyes. "Doesn’t change the fact that it’s annoying. They should know I’m your boyfriend."

You walked over and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Maybe but at least we know that you are my incredible and loving boyfriend."

Lamine cracked a small smile, pulling you closer. "No puedo esperar hasta el día en que el mundo sepa que estamos juntos. Entonces, esto hará que dejemos de emparejarte con otras personas que no son tus novios.” (“I can’t wait till the day the world knows that we’re together. Then this will stop all the shipping you with other people who aren’t your boyfriend.")

You kissed his neck, feeling him relax. "Don’t let it get to you. Soon enough everyone will know, I promise Lamine."

He smiled, kissing you softly. "You better keep your promise"

Marc Guiu

"How am I supposed to ignore the fans shipping you with Gavi?" Marc exclaimed, frustration clear in his voice as he spoke.

You sighed, looking up from your phone. "It’s just rumors. They don’t know what they’re talking about half the time."

He looked at you, concern etched on his face. "Però em molesta molt. Sé que tu i en Gavi no esteu passant res, però només pensar-hi em molesta molt". ("But it really bothers me. I know that you and Gavi don’t have anything going on but just thinking about it annoys me so much.")

You walked over and wrapped your arms around his waist. "Exactly. So don’t worry about something that silly."

Marc sighed, pulling you closer. "I just hate seeing people think Gavi could do a better job at being your boyfriend than I can."

You kissed his neck, feeling his body starting to relax. "Don’t let it get to you. We know that you are the only boy for me."

"That you’re right about." He smirked, as he kissed your lips.

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coolemmasulivan2 · 10 days ago

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Not Alone

Pairing: Pedri x Reader

Summary: You're at the stadium, after Spain Vs Portugal, and your daughter just can't keep still.

Word count: 747

Eres como el sol, sales sin razón (Sales sin razón) Dando luz y calma Una sola flor que me guardo yo Y tu voz que me desarma

You sat in the stands, surrounded by his family, waiting for the ceremony to begin. Portugal had won, and the stadium buzzed with cheers and celebration, but your eyes were fixed on Pedri.

He stood on the field, shoulders low, talking quietly with Pau. You could see the heartbreak etched into every line of his face. So close, but so far.

Your daughter, curled up on your lap in her little Spain jersey, fidgeted restlessly. Her wide eyes were glued to her father, tracking every movement, every twitch of his mouth, every clench of his jaw.

"Hey, it's okay, baby." You whispered gently into her ear. "Daddy's okay."

She didn't react, didn't even blink at the sound of your voice. Her little legs started kicking faster, her body buzzing with anxious energy.

Fer, sitting beside you, reached over and scooped her into his lap with practiced ease. "Banana?" He said, using the nickname he'd given her after she discovered her love for the fruit, just like her father.

"Sí?" She answered, but her gaze didn't shift.

"Mírame, Banana." He gently turning her chin. But she wriggled away, eyes flicking right back to Pedri. (Look at me, Banana.)

Fer shot you a look, helpless, and you shrugged.

"She can't see him like that. She gets… nervous. It's like she feels it too, even if she doesn't understand it."

Pedri's mother, seated on the other side of Fer, smiled softly. "She's just like him. Pedro was the same when he was little. If Fer came home upset, Pedro wouldn't eat. He'd pace around the house until he knew his big brother was okay." You smiled faintly, brushing a curl from your daughter's forehead.

Just then, the Spanish team began walking through the tunnel of Portuguese players, heads held high despite the sting of defeat. The crowd rose in applause, a standing ovation for a good match.

Your daughter stood from Fer's lap, tryinh to see through the sea of bodies. She wore her own jersey with number 20 and the word Daddy printed on the back.

"Mami?" She called, arms lifted. Everyone around her felt like giants. (Mommy?)

"Ven aquí, mi amor." You scooped her up and stood with her in your arms, while she clapped for the both of you. (Come here, baby.)

But Pedri didn't glance toward the stands. His eyes stayed on the grass, the weight of the moment pulling him down.

As the Spanish team turned toward the tunnel, shoulders hunched and eyes down, the applause began to die down. You shifted your daughter in your arms, thinking she just wanted a better view, but as soon as her feet touched the floor, she was off.

"Banana--!"

She slipped between the other familis and the barrier without hesitation, tiny sneakers hitting the grass as she ran.

"¡Papá!"

Her voice cut through the noise, high and clear and heartbreakingly small.

Pedri's head jerked up.

You were already halfway down the steps behind her, your heart pounding. He turned toward the sound, scanning, confused, until he saw her, sprinting across the field.

"¡Papá!" she called again.

The staff made no move to stop her. Or they recognized her just or they simply thought what threat could such a little girl actully do.

Pedri dropped to his knees as she crashed into him, her little arms wrapping tight around his neck.

He held her like she was the only thing keeping him upright. "I'm okay." He whispered, though you couldn’t hear it from where you stood. "Estoy bien, princesa. Todo está bien." (I’m okay, princesa. It’s okay.)

She cupped his face in both her hands, like she'd seen you do before. "Don't be sad, Daddy." She told him. "You played so good."

He pulled her into his chest, holding her like she was something sacred. Carrying her, Pedri walked toward you, his steps slower now, but steady. His gaze didn't drop this time. It stayed locked on you, like you were the only person in the world.

When he reached you, he didn't say anything, just leaned in and kissed you.

You let your hand rest at the back of his neck. "You were amazing." You whispered against his skin. "I’m so proud of you."

He nodded once, eyes closing briefly. "Pensé que lo teníamos." He said. (I thought we had it.)

"Lo sé." You murmured. (I know.)

Between you, your daughter yawned. Pedri kissed the top of her head, then yours.

"We're going home." He said softly.

#pedri #pedri gonzalez #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football imagine #pedri gonzalez x reader #pedri gonzalez imagine #pedri imagine #pedri x reader #pedri gonzález x reader

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cubbihue · 10 months ago

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¿como fue todo el proceso del pensamiento de "si, queremos que Timmy sea nuestro hijo y lo queremos ahora"? ¿ellos simplemente se lo llevaron o le dijeron a Timmy que los cuatro irían al mundo mágico prometiendo explicar después? ¿siquiera se lo dijeron a Peri? ¿como reaccionaron lod respectivos padres de Cosmo y Wanda (junto a los hermanos de estos mismos)? Me parecería algo comico si incluso hubiera algo de apuestas para ver cuanto tardarían Cosmo y Wanda en simplemente agarrar al niño y llevarlo al mundo mágico.

Nadie que no fuera un padre soportaría todas las locuras y problemas en las que se mete ese niño y seguiría con el voluntariamente y con la misma o más cantidad de amor que cuando lo conoció (todos lo sabían menos ellos)

[Due to the size, both translations are below the Readme]

It was a long and slow process! Peri was too young to understand, so he had to be told when he was older. Although Peri was never told the whole story.

Mama Cosma and Big Daddy knew it would happen eventually. They were very impatient to see their new adopted grandson.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

Translated Ask:

What was the whole thought process of like "yes, we want Timmy to be our son and we want him now"? Did they just take him away or did they tell Timmy that the four of them were going to Fairyworld, promising to explain later? Did they even tell Peri? How did Cosmo and Wanda's respective parents react (along with their siblings)? I'd find it kind of funny if there was even some betting to see how long it would take Cosmo and Wanda to just grab the kid and take him to the magical world*

No one who was not a parent would endure all the craziness and problems that that child gets into and would continue with him voluntarily and with the same or more amount of love than when he met him (everyone knew it except them).

*This word might mean Fairyworld, but the direct translation is "magical world"

Respuesta Traducida:

¡Fue un proceso largo y lento! Peri era demasiado pequeño para entender, así que lo tuvieron que contar cuando fue mayor. Peri nunca supo toda la historia.

Mamá Cosma y Big Daddy sabían que esto sucedería tarde o temprano. Estaban muy impacientes por ver a su nuevo nieto adoptado!

#fairly oddparents #fop #fop a new wish #fop timmy turner #fop timmy #fop cosmo #fop wanda #fop mama cosma #timmy turner #cosmo #wanda #mama cosma #asks #argentina710 #itty bitties fop au

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belit0 · 4 months ago

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Indra and The Uchiha clan with a lover who is multilingual, randomly speaking different language when frustrated or just wanted to talk shit about people-

"this language doesn't have enough curse words-" she then started to curse in different languages lol

THIS ONE WAS SO MUCH FUN

Indra

(Y/N) is livid.

Not the kind of petty frustration that burns hot and fades fast, but something colder, deeper—an anger that simmers beneath the surface, looking for an outlet. And Indra, in all his infuriating superiority, stands there, watching her unravel like a scholar observing a subject in a glass case.

So she lets her frustration spill in the one way she knows he won’t be able to counter: language.

-Μάγκα μου, είσαι αβάσταχτα αλαζονικός!- she hisses in Greek, pacing the room. (My god, you are unbearably arrogant!)

Indra hums, slow, considering. "-πότε, έχεις θεούς, αλλά προσεύχεσαι σε μένα με το θυμό σου; Πόσο ενδιαφέρον.- (So, you have gods, yet you pray to me with your anger? How interesting.)

She whirls on him, startled.

But Indra is already stepping forward, composed as ever, expression unreadable.

(Y/N)’s fingers twitch, needing another dagger, another layer of distance. "Genuinamente me tienes harta, harta!" she snaps in Spanish. (You genuinely have me fed up, fed up!)

"¿Asi y todo no puedes dejar de pelear conmigo, no? Admitelo, te encanta...- Indra answers smoothly, his voice dark with amusement. (Even so, you can’t stop fighting with me, can you? Admit it, you love it...)

(Y/N) exhales sharply. He’s playing with her. Entertained by her anger, watching her fall apart while he remains untouched. Smug bastard.

-К черту тебя!- she spits in Russian, voice seething. (To hell with you!)

Indra’s smirk barely flickers. -Ты действительно думаешь, что я когда-либо уйду туда, где я правлю?- (Do you truly think I can be banished to a place I already rule?)

(Y/N)’s nails dig into her palms. Fucking idiot.

He understands everything. Every insult, every curse meant to slice him down to size. And worse—he doesn’t just understand. He replies. Effortlessly. Sharp. Unshaken.

-Of course you speak every language,- she mutters, exasperated.

Indra tilts his head, an infuriating display of curiosity. -Oui, mon amour.- (Yes, my love.)

Her glare could shatter mountains. -Ne m’appelle pas comme ça!- she snaps in French. (Do not call me that!)

His eyes glint, dark and knowing. -Alors pourquoi ton cœur s'affole-t-il quand je le fais?- (Then why does your heart race when I do?)

(Y/N) grits her teeth.

He takes another step. A slow, deliberate thing. -Szeretsz veszekedni, ugye?- (You love arguing, don’t you?) His Hungarian is rich, velvety, curling around the words like a trap.

-I hate you,- she mutters.

Indra exhales, slow and pleased. -Olyan hazug vagy.- (You are such a liar.)

She sucks in a sharp breath, fists clenched. But Indra? Indra watches her as if she’s the most fascinating thing in existence.

-You enjoy this,- she accuses.

Indra’s lips twitch. -自然。- (Naturally.)

(Y/N) barely has time to react before his fingers trail against the underside of her jaw—just a ghost of contact, the barest weight of possession.

-You can try to hide behind your words,- he murmurs, switching back to their native tongue, -but I will always understand you.-

(Y/N)’s pulse is a war drum.

Indra’s smirk is lethal.

Madara

Madara is not a man who enjoys unnecessary distractions, but when (Y/N) begins cursing in a tongue foreign to most—her voice sharp with irritation—his focus shifts entirely. He doesn’t ask, doesn’t interrupt. He simply watches.

His Sharingan flickers to life, tracking the shape of her lips, the cadence of each syllable. The more she speaks, the more his expression shifts—brows arching slightly, amusement curling at the edge of his lips. Then, just as she takes a breath, preparing to hurl another foreign insult, he calmly replies.

-That’s quite the assumption, but no, I wouldn’t do that. Not unless you begged for it first,- he muses, answering something she was certain no one could have understood.

(Y/N) freezes.

His smirk deepens. -And for the record, I’m not arrogant. Just aware of my superiority.- His arms cross over his chest, watching her carefully. -Shall I correct anything else? Or would you prefer to continue proving my point about your temper?-

There’s no way. He couldn’t have possibly—

Madara tilts his head, as if reading her thoughts directly. -You forgot something, by the way. If you’re going to insult someone in another language, make sure your lips don’t betray you.- His voice lowers, deliberate, the glow of his Sharingan sharp. -I never miss a detail.-

(Y/N)’s mouth opens, then closes. She exhales through her nose, trying to compose herself, but he can see the tension in her jaw. The battle between indignation and disbelief is delicious.

-Are you done?- she finally grits out.

Madara gives a small, knowing hum, stepping closer. -Depends. Are you?- In an assertive invasion of personal space, shamelessly Madara like, he moves closer and kisses her neck, holding her by the nape. -Or shall I give you something else to say, in any language of your choosing?-

Izuna

Izuna isn’t just enjoying himself—he’s thriving.

(Y/N) is furious, words tumbling from her lips in a mess of languages, each one more heated than the last. But instead of being deterred, he leans in, grin widening with every sharp consonant, every venom-laced syllable.

-Oh?- he drawls, head tilting. -That one was new. Go on, say it again.-

(Y/N) glares at him. -No.-

Izuna clicks his tongue, shaking his head. -Come on, doll, don’t hold out on me now. I was just starting to appreciate the poetry in your insults. Do the one with 'arrogant bastard' again, that had a nice ring to it.-

She narrows her eyes. -Do you even know what I’m saying?-

-Not a damn clue.- His grin turns positively wolfish. -But I don’t need to. I just like watching you get all worked up like this.-

(Y/N) exhales sharply, as if gathering patience, then switches to another language entirely—one Izuna has never heard her use before. His smirk falters for half a second.

-Ooh,- he murmurs, leaning in. -That sounded serious. What was that one? Should I be flattered or deeply offended?-

(Y/N) lifts her chin, smug. -You’ll never know.-

Izuna studies her for a moment, then, as fast as blinking, she finds herself airborne—his hands firm around her waist, spinning her before pinning her against his chest, arms caging her in.

-Say it again,- he purrs, breath warm against her ear. -I dare you.-

(Y/N) swallows, but there’s a flicker of something in her gaze—challenge. And Izuna? Well, he’s never been one to back down from a fight.

Obito

Obito panics. The first time (Y/N) starts spewing words he doesn’t understand, he genuinely thinks she’s putting a curse on him.

-Wait, wait—what?? What are you saying?? Is that a jinx? Am I going to die??-

(Y/N) blinks. -No, I’m just calling that guy an absolute waste of oxygen.-

Obito exhales, relieved. Then, a pause. -Wait. Do you say that kind of stuff about me?-

-...Not to your face.-

-WHAT?!-

(Y/N) bursts into laughter, patting his cheek. -Relax, sweetheart. If I wanted to insult you, I’d say it in a language you do understand.-

Obito squints, unconvinced. -Now I’m worried.-

Shisui

Shisui eats this up. He loves it. Every time (Y/N) switches to another language, he watches her with open admiration, a wide grin pulling at his lips.

-Damn,- he whistles, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. -That was hot.-

(Y/N) stops mid-sentence, blinking at him. -I was literally insulting the idiot who doesn’t pick up after their dog —right in front of our fucking door….-

-Yeah. Hot.-

-...What??-

Shisui shrugs, still grinning. -What can I say? Watching you talk shit in four different languages does things to me.-

(Y/N) groans, covering her face. -Just... Shut up.-

-Watching your lips move so sensually when you're angry is addictive, you know? Pleaaaase, keep going.-

(Y/N) stares at him before switching languages again—this time, specifically directed at him.

Shisui’s grin only widens.

Itachi

Itachi doesn’t react at first. He listens, nodding slightly as (Y/N) mutters something under her breath, switching from one language to another like second nature.

Then—

-This language doesn’t have enough curse words,- she sighs before launching into an entirely new set of expletives, her tone dripping with frustration.

There’s a small pause.

-...Impressive,- Itachi finally says.

(Y/N) blinks at him. -You understood that?-

He nods. -Most of it.-

She stares. -Most???-

Itachi’s lips twitch slightly. -I make a habit of studying useful things.-

(Y/N) narrows her eyes. -So you do know when I’m talking shit about you.-

His expression remains unreadable, but there’s a glint of something—something amused—in his dark gaze. -Perhaps.-

(Y/N) groans. -Great. Now I actually have to be careful around you.-

He hums, thoughtful. -Not necessarily.-

-...What’s that supposed to mean?-

Itachi turns away, the barest trace of a smirk ghosting his lips. -If I know what you’re saying, I can hold it against you.-

(Y/N) swears at him in yet another language.

Itachi only chuckles.

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aethersvoid · 9 months ago

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Jjk men and women reacting to you being followed home

P2 with Todo, Yuji, megumi, nobora, yuta, Inumaki here

Suguru geto

Satoru gojo

Kento nanami

Toji fushiguro

Ryomen sukuna

Shoko leiri

Choso

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idollete · 1 year ago

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mijei nas calças no final.

⭐️ he’s at your window. fem!reader x fernando contigiani

🪐 minha masterlist

» cw: smut! por favor favor só interaja se for +18! ; consumo de álcool; fernando!vizinho!stalker; assédio sexual; agressão física; uma faca (mas não tem knife play!); dubcon!!; dark romance; oral fem recieving; sextape; p in v; sexo desprotegido; creampie; fernando completamente delulu e maluco; big cock; orgasmo forçado.

» wn: oi gatinhas lindas e cheirosas!! essa é a primeira vez que eu escrevo dubcon, espero que vocês gostem! dedicado a minha amiga laurinha @geniousbh e todas as outras girls que curtem um dark romance 💋 fui inspirada pela música “she” do tyler the creator, recomendo que ouçam! bom domingo e boa leitora lobinhas ✨

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Você nunca tinha dado muita importância a sua mania de manter a sua cortina aberta. Afinal, quem morava na casa a frente era um casal simpático e os filhos ainda mais simpáticos: conheceu o mais velho, Fernando, no dia que a família Contigiani se mudou para o bairro, há mais ou menos um ano atrás, todos foram muito cordiais e pareciam ser pessoas muito interessantes, principalmente o moreno alto que, de acordo com os pais, era o melhor da turma da faculdade e tinha diversos outros talentos.

Deixar a cortina e a janela abertas era um hábito que você não via porque mudar, gostava de sentir a brisa geladinha entrar no seu quarto enquanto escrevia artigos da faculdade, ou quando arrumava o quarto estudando música, ou enquanto se distraia ao conversar com a amiga enquanto trocava de roupa. As vezes até quando tinha acabado de sair do banho, sentir o vento geladinho na pele limpa enquanto estava deitada só de calcinha na cama era relaxante. Até a noite, se sentia sufocada sem o ventinho entrar no seu quarto, foram muitas vezes que sentiu a brisa se chocar com o seu rosto quente enquanto se tocava por baixo dos lençóis antes de dormir.

A única vez que sentiu algo estranho por deixar a cortina aberta foi no final de semana que seus pais viajaram, um dia antes da festa de halloween que você tinha marcado na casa vazia. Encontrou Fernando enquanto saia de casa para ir para a faculdade, ele te cumprimentou, educado como sempre, mas quando disse com um sorriso no rosto: “Se precisar de qualquer coisa estou a disposição, meu quarto é na frente do seu”, sentiu algo no seu ventre, como se fossem borboletas, mas não as do tipo bom. Pensou nessa informação durante o dia inteiro, nunca tinha parado para pensar quem residia na janela em frente a sua, nunca parou para raciocinar que talvez Fernando pudesse ver tudo que você fazia. Quando chegou em casa depois da aula, apesar de crer que seu vizinho jovem não seria o tipo de pessoa que observasse alguém no seu ambiente privado, fechou a cortina, seguindo algum tipo de instinto.

No dia seguinte, depois de decorar a casa com fantasminhas e morcegos de plástico, tomou um banho e vestiu a fantasia de coelhinha que tinha comprado para o dia específico: era composta por um top curto branco e uma saia rosa, tinha até o arquinho de orelhas rosinhas e um pompom branquinho na bunda. Era uma fantasia indecente, você sabia, mas aproveitou que seus pais não estariam lá para te dar um sermão.

Com algumas horas de festa, você já estava bem altinha, bebia o álcool como se fosse água, numa tentativa de se distrair dos seus pensamentos, e principalmente da figura grande vestida de Ghostface que via de vez em quando nos cantos da casa, algumas amigas suas falaram que era o cara engraçadinho da engenharia, mas você não via graça nenhuma naquela fantasia, principalmente no jeito que ele agia e te fazia sentir, desconfortável. Pediu para suas amigas tomarem conta da casa e dos convidados bêbados para que você pudesse subir para retocar a maquiagem no banheiro. Quando chegou no banheiro da sua suíte, penteou o cabelo que estava embaraçado e quando tocou no blush para passá-lo, ouviu a porta abrir. Se assustou com o homem bêbado que gritou “Bu!”, que ria muito ao ver sua expressão assustada.

— Porra Bruno, que sem noção. — Você deu uma bronca no menino que já tinha ficado algumas vezes, além de ter te dado um baita susto, não chamou ele até seu quarto.

— Como você é sem graça… Vem cá. — Ele disse te agarrando por trás, enquanto te olhava pelo espelho, envolvendo os braços ao redor da sua cintura com força, você conseguia sentir o cheiro da bebida e cigarro nele, o que te incomodava profundamente. “Para…”, você pediu quando ele começou a beijar seu pescoço, rapidamente te virou para ele e te sentou em cima da pia, se colocando entre suas pernas. “Bruno, não quero”, você pediu novamente quando ele começou a beijar sua boca, subindo com as mãos pela sua saia. — Quer sim. — Ele insistiu, você começou a ficar nervosa, ofegante, realmente não queria fazer nada com ele desse jeito, mas a forma cada vez mais agressiva que ele te agarrava te fez pensar que talvez você não teria opção a não ser transar com ele ali mesmo.

Você fechou os olhos, numa tentativa de tentar se abstrair da situação que estava inserida, franziu o cenho quando pensou que ouviu um barulho da porta se fechando, era difícil focar em qualquer coisa a não ser o garoto bêbado tocando suas coxas de uma forma tão repulsante. Ele foi afastado abruptamente de você, e antes mesmo que ele pudesse abrir os olhos para ver o que aconteceu, levou um soco no rosto e caiu inconsciente no chão. Quando você abriu os olhos, viu o garoto bêbado deitado no chão do seu quarto, que recebeu chutes no rosto da figura alta vestida de preto virada de costas para você, e quando se virou, viu a mesma máscara que parecia te perseguir a noite toda. Você ficou mais ofegante quando a figura se aproximou do banheiro, paralisada, não conseguiu nem levantar da pia para tentar fechar a porta do banheiro, continuou sentada quando a pessoa entrou, ficando a centímetros de distância de você.

— Assustei a coelhinha? — A voz familiar perguntou. Ao perceber que ele tinha uma faca nas mãos, balançou um a cabeça e fechou os olhos marejados de lágrimas.

— Por favor não me machuca. — Você disse, a voz saiu até meio falha de tanto medo que sentia.

— Eu? Te machucar? Eu nunca faria isso… — Ainda de olhos fechados, ouviu o homem falar desacreditado, e quando o olhou, se deparou com ele tirando a máscara, revelando o rosto de Fernando por baixo da fantasia sinistra. Fez questão de te mostrar que ele deixava a faca na pia, no cantinho. Ele tinha os cabelos levemente bagunçados e uma expressão dócil no rosto, o que te amedrontava ainda mais. Te olhava com o cenho franzido, mas os olhos estavam mais escuros que o normal. Afagava suas bochechas com as mãos cobertas por luvas pretas, ainda sorrindo, te olhava com uma expressão apaixonada — Não… Você é a coisa mais preciosa que eu tenho… Já ele? Ah… Machucaria, muito… Ainda mais quando eu vi ele tocando a minha coelhinha daquele jeito… Até mataria, se fosse preciso. —

— Você faria isso? — Seu questionamento sai como um sussurro, a voz até falha, estava chocada esse lado sombrio do seu vizinho que sempre pareceu tão educado, cordial, estável. Como ele cogitaria matar uma pessoa? E como ele diz isso com um sorriso no rosto? O mesmo sorriso que te dava bom dia todas as manhãs ao sair de casa. Não, ainda mais dócil agora.

— Por você? Eu faria qualquer coisa, meu amor. Ainda mais que hoje… Hoje é nossa noite, não é? — Ele dizia enquanto o sorriso só aumentava. — Você é tão boazinha pra mim, sempre deixava a cortina aberta para que eu pudesse te ver… Tão linda… Estudando, organizando seu quartinho, deitada na cama… — Ele se aproximou e selou um beijo contra seus lábios, fechou até os olhos, romântico. — Se tocando… Foram tantas as noites que a gente gozou juntinhos, não é? E ontem, quando você fechou a cortina, eu entendi que era para eu vir aqui, pra finalmente se tornar real… Pra você finalmente ser minha… —

Você não conseguia falar nada, estava completamente incrédula com a história que Fernando tinha inventado na cabeça. Suas mãos tremiam e ficavam cada vez mais suadas, ele as tomou nas dele, já expostas, as luvas tinham sido descartaras em algum canto do seu banheiro, a mão grande envolvia a sua, fazendo carinho com o polegar na tua pele antes de erguer elas até a boca sorridente, deixando um beijo ali.

“Por que não fala comigo, coelhinha? Não precisa ter medo… Eu vou cuidar muito bem de você, te prometo…”. Era muito estranho, os toques e o tom de voz eram doces, carinhosos, em contraste com o cunho completamente insano da fala. Sua boca estava completamente seca, seus olhos não piscavam de tão aflita que estava diante do homem, completamente maluco, que colocou as mãos nas tuas bochechas e te puxou lentamente para um beijo. Enfiou a língua na sua boca devagarinho, segurando seu rosto carinhosamente com as mãos grandes. Você nem fechou os olhos, ainda estava paralisada, não queria nem mover a língua, mas sentiu Fernando apertar seu rosto mais forte, e então, o beijou de volta, com medo do que ele pudesse fazer.

As mãos de Fernando deixaram seu rosto, pararam na sua cintura enquanto aprofundava o beijo, te apertando ali e puxando você para mais perto. “Que boquinha mais gostosa, do jeito que eu sonhei…”, ele disse ainda com os lábios contra os teus, enquanto descia com as mãos para sua coxa, fazendo carinho na sua pele. O moreno alto interrompeu o beijo quando se afastou para que pudesse te olhar, mas logo foi descendo com o rosto para o meio das suas pernas enquanto se ajoelhava, mantinha os olhos no seu rostinho assustado enquanto retirava sua calcinha, guardando o tecido no bolso. Colocou os braços ao redor das suas pernas antes de lamber sua buceta, gemendo em deleite quando sentiu seu gostinho, molhava toda sua intimidade com saliva ao mexer a língua para lá e para cá, também lambendo ela de baixo para cima. Seu peito subia e descia mais rápido, estava em um conflito interno ao sentir tanto medo do homem que te lambia de uma forma tão gostosa, e te olhava com os olhos caidinhos, como se sentisse prazer só de te ter contra a língua dele.

Ele se levantou, não tirando os olhos de você enquanto continuou estimulando sua buceta, dessa vez com os dedos, fazia círculos no clitóris, se aproveitando da lubrificação proporcionada pela saliva e, cada vez mais, que você mesma liberava. Com a mão livre, retirou o celular do bolso, e ao desbloquear, você observou que a foto de fundo dele era uma sua, de uma das vezes que você vestia apenas uma calcinha e regata no seu quarto. Viu ele abrir o aplicativo da câmera, apertar o botão de gravar e colocar o celular apoiado na parede, pertinho da faca. “Finalmente… O momento que nós sonhamos tanto…” Ele disse enquanto desabotoava a calça, retirando lentamente o membro para fora. Cuspiu na mão e esfregou a saliva na cabecinha que já estava suja com pré gozo. Esfregou a glande nos seus lábios e clítoris molhados antes de penetrar em você, atento a sua expressão facial, era perceptível que, por mais que sentisse medo dele, ficava cada vez mais difícil de negar o prazer que ele te proporcionava. Se enfiou lentamente dentro de você, fez um ‘o’ com a boca, soltando um gemido grave.

Fernando era grande, por isso, você fechou os olhos e apertou os lábios contra o outro, a fim de conter um gemido ao sentir ele te alargar de um jeito que nunca tinha acontecido antes. Quando sentiu ele estocar lentamente em você, gemeu com a boca fechada, não queria admitir que o homem que agia como um psicopata de filme de terror tinha o pau mais gostoso que já entrou em você. Ele te conhecia, por mais que você não tivesse permitido, ele sabia como você agia quando sentia prazer, observou o suficiente seu rostinho iluminado pela luminária fraquinha quando você se masturbava na cama, sabia que você estava segurando seus gemidos, sabia que quando você fazia círculos na sua bucetinha a noite franzia o cenho que nem você estava fazendo agora, com ele te fudendo. Ele não sabia, mas a forma que ele gemia te deixava cada vez mais molhada, ainda mais pelo fato dele segurar seu rosto pertinho do dele, não conseguir tirar os olhos da face dele, que já era bonita, mas quando se contorcia de prazer, ficava mais ainda.

— Geme. Eu sei que você quer… — Ele disse, soltando as mãos do seu rosto e descendo uma para a sua nuca quente, a outra foi para a boca dele, que lambeu o indicador e o médio antes de descer para seu clítoris, fazendo círculos largos ali, te estimulando mais ainda. Você não conseguiu segurar um gemido, a forma que ele metia em você e friccionava os dedos contra seu pontinho sensível se tornaram demais, a cabeça afetada pelo álcool, medo e prazer de repente ficou leve, burrinha de tesão. Ele sorria orgulhoso, olhava sua boquinha entreaberta e, rapidamente, para o celular, conferindo se a câmera enquadrava seu rostinho. “Isso… Eu te falei… Que ia cuidar muito bem… Hm… Da minha coelhinha…”, ele dizia entre gemidos com a voz grave, completamente tomado pelo prazer.

Ele começou a meter mais forte, enquanto ainda te estimulava com os dedos. A sensação dele tão fundo em você e os dedos grandes que esfregavam seu clitóris te aproximaram muito de um orgasmo, mas quando abriu os olhos, lembrou que quem te fodia - tão bem - era um completo maluco, então, tentou segurar seu clímax, não queria dar isso para ele. Mas ele sentia você pulsar ao redor dele, observava também uma lagrimazinha acumular no canto do seu olho, então te puxou com a mão livre para um beijo, molhado, cheio de desejo, e ainda com a boca encostada na sua, entre gemidos, disse: “Não adianta segurar, só eu que te fodo assim, nena… Tô sentindo você apertando meu pau cada vez mais…”. Você gemeu alto ao ouvir a frase dita na voz grave e sentir ele apertando cada vez mais sua nuca, não conseguia segurar mais seu orgasmo.

— Fala que me ama. — Ele disse, ofegante, enquanto as estocadas ficavam mais fundas e mais desengonçadas, os dedos faziam círculos mais contidos no seu clítoris, ele também estava muito perto de gozar.

— Não… — Você não queria falar, mas a cabeça já estava muito leve, sentia a buceta pulsar e um nó se formando no ventre, fechava os olhos com força. Sentiu a mão apertar mais ainda sua nuca, e curvar sua cabeça um pouco para baixo.

— Fala, fala pra que eu possa encher a minha bucetinha de porra.

— Fernando…

— Fala… Que me ama. — Ele disse, com os dentes cerrados, estava a uma gota de transbordar todo dentro de você.

— Eu te amo! Porra… Eu te amo, Fernando. — Você gemeu enquanto gozava, a frase saiu até em um gritinho, sua cabeça estava tão nublada de prazer que não conseguia obedecer seu lado racional, só ele. Ouviu gemidos graves saírem da boca de Fernando enquanto ele se esvaziava todo dentro da sua buceta, que só apertava ele cada vez mais. Você tinha certeza que nunca tinha tido um orgasmo tão intenso ou tão longo assim, não sabia se era a adrenalina no seu corpo, ou só o fato de que seu vizinho perturbado transava muito, muito bem. Ele apoiou o rosto contra seus peitos ainda cobertos pela blusa, a cabeça subia e descia rápido devido a tua respiração ofegante, permanecendo dentro de você.

— Eu também te amo… Finalmente, agora você é só minha.

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How JJK Characters React to You Describing Them as Your Type When Todo Asks

Fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: pretend you’re in a huge group with all of the students present when this question was asked :) also, I went with the anime adaptation of the characters rather than the manga, just fyi!

There’s a part 2 here! in which you react to them describing you as their type :)

Yuji:

“Y/n! What kind of man is your type?”

“Yeah y/n, we wanna know!” Yuji said, excitedly. You figured there was no harm in sharing, Todo and the group were just looking for fun to distract them for a little bit.

“Okay, well I like guys that are average height, not too tall or short. Super strong, of course, with a cute, goofy smile. Oh, and colored hair is always fun too!”

“Oh man, he sounds so cool! If I find any guys that look like that, don’t worry, I’ll send them your way!” Shaking your head and laughing, you got into a conversation with Megumi while Nobara yanked Yuji out of your earshot.

“Yuji! Don’t you realize what y/n said?!”

He rested his chin in his fingers, deep in thought for a few moments before he answered.

“No? Should I have?”

Nobara didn’t hesitate to whack him on the top of the head.

“They literally described you, idiot! Don’t you own a mirror?!” Yuji’s mouth opened in a big smile. This was great news since he had a big crush on you!

“Y/n! I have to talk to you!”

Megumi:

“Y/n! What kind of man is your type?”

You sighed. You didn’t want to join Todo’s antics but you had no choice.

“You don’t have to answer him. It’s a stupid question anyway.”

Megumi’s voice came unexpectedly from behind you. You smiled inwardly at his protectiveness.

“I appreciate that Fushiguro, but I might as well. Let’s see. I like moody boys on the lankier side with dark black hair and dark blue eyes. He has to love animals too.”

You looked at Megumi to see if it registered that you were talking about him. All of a sudden, he sported a deep blush and excused himself from the group. Todo gave you a hearty smack on the back for your response.

“I’m proud of you for baring your soul like that to the one you love,” he said, tears rolling down his face. “Y/n, go get your man!”

You turned to look at your friends who all just shrugged their shoulders. Looks like you’re off to find Megumi then!

Nobara:

“Y/n! What kind of woman is your type?”

You had no hesitation answering this question, you loved to talk about things like this, gossip and crushes and the sort. Besides, it was time Nobara knew how you felt!

“I thought you’d never ask! I really like short girls with short hair. If it’s a vibrant color, that’s a plus. Spunky personalities are the best and I need someone who’ll keep up with me when I go shopping.”

Looking over at Nobara, you saw her jaw drop and you knew she understood what you were getting at.

“Y/n! You liked me and you never told me?! This whole time?!” she shouted, running towards you. You didn’t know whether she was going to hit or kiss you so you took off running as well. Gotta love the feisty girls!

Maki:

“Y/n! What kind of woman is your type?”

“This stupid question again?” grumbled Maki. You were a bit nervous to reply to Todo. You had a huge crush on Maki but she was, well, intimidating, to say the least. To be fair, so was Todo, and you heard what happened to Fushiguro so you went with the safest bet.

“I like girls who are on the taller side and insanely strong. Light eyes, dark hair. Straight to the point, always. And uh… glasses.”

Maki hadn’t moved a muscle and you cringed, fearing the worst. Best case scenario, she would ignore you ever said that. Worst case, she’d beat you up. When she came over and grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, you gulped.

“Y/n. We’re talking about this somewhere else.”

(Spoiler alert: when you were somewhere else, you kissed🤭)

Inumaki:

“Y/n! What kind of man is your type?”

Todo was on your last nerve. Sure, he seemed nice enough, but why should you be expected to tell everyone your personal business like this? In front of both schools’ students, no less! When you were filled in on what happens when you don’t answer truthfully, you resigned to the fact that you were exposing your true feelings to everyone today, whether you liked it or not.

“I like shorter men, preferably with medium length blonde hair, and bright purple eyes. He doesn’t talk much but more than makes up for it with his top tier sense of humor.” You noticed that Inumaki never broke his gaze from you as you spoke. You shuffled over to where he was sitting to explain yourself, but this time it was you who couldn’t find the right words.

“Mustard leaf?” Inumaki broke the silence first, basically asking you what was wrong since you marched over there and hadn’t said a thing.

“Look, Toge, I’m sorry if I—”

He tugged on your sleeve, stopping you. In his hands was a note that read, “I like you too” with a little smiley face at the end.

Yuta:

“Y/n! What kind of man is your type?”

You weren’t sure how to answer Todo. On one hand, you didn’t want to expose your crush on Yuta. On the other, would be it so bad for the truth to be out there? He was a kind person that wouldn’t drop your friendship if he didn’t feel the same way.

“I really like average height guys with longer dark hair and big, dark blue eyes. Personality wise he has to be extremely loyal and caring. Oh, and good with a sword.”

“Sooo… Yuta?” questioned Panda, and you nodded in agreement, your face warming with a blush.

“Wait, me? Really?” Yuta’s eyes lit up as he broke out into a hopeful smile. You nodded again.

“Oh man, that’s great!” he exclaimed, and then sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve liked you for awhile too and I just thought maybe you didn’t feel the same but you do! Which is amazing!” You laughed softly at his rambling. This school year just got a whole lot better!

Gojo:

“Y/L/N sensei! What kind of man is your type?”

“Todo, isn’t that wildly inappropriate to ask your superior?” you answered, a joking tone present.

“Maybe, but we’re curious! Please, sensei?”

“Yeah, sensei! It’s just for fun” Yuji chimed in.

“And it’s a team building exercise to know something so personal! You’re always saying we need to communicate better,” added Nobara. You rolled your eyes playfully.

“I meant that to be an exercise among you children, not me. But I will entertain this for only a moment, so listen carefully,” you told the group and they cheered like their favorite baseball player hit a home run. As you were about to spill your secret, you spotted Satoru leaning against a wall, clearly interested in the secret you were about to spill.

“I like super tall men who are lean but extremely strong. He has to be very funny and goofy but with a kind heart. White hair and striking blue eyes are also a must.”

Maki’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets as she exclaimed, “You like that blindfolded idiot?!”

As the kids clamored at the newfound information, Gojo took that time to approach you and the students.

“Excuse me everyone, but me and my new lover must depart,” he announced, taking your hand dramatically while leading you away to laugh at what just happened.

Noritoshi:

“Y/n! What kind of man is your type?”

You groaned. You really didn’t want Noritoshi to know about your infatuation with him. It was no secret that he had more important things to deal with than schoolyard crushes so you were afraid to confess in case it made him uncomfortable—or worse, dislike you!

“You don’t have to answer the immature question, y/n,” Noritoshi spoke up when he noticed your discomfort. You were grateful for him but you wanted to keep the peace among your classmates and judging by the death glare Todo sent to you two, you’d better start talking.

“Thank you Kamo, but I value harmony among friends so I will answer this for Todo’s amusement only. I like tall men with a bit longer dark hair and gray eyes. Having an honorable character and being good with a bow is the way to my heart.” You felt Noritoshi tense up next to you and you refused to look at him out of fear of rejection. He took you by surprise when he leaned over ever so slightly to whisper to you.

“I was caught off guard by your confession but I can’t say I don’t feel the same. Can we discuss this later?”

Todo:

“Y/n! What kind of man is your type?”

Your eyes went wide when Todo’s booming voice reached your ears. You were super into him but no one knew. You knew you couldn’t fool him with a fake answer, though, and if you were going to feel his hand for the first time, you’d rather it be from holding it with your own than having it curled in a fist and connecting with your face.

“Um… I like men that are extremely tall and buff. Dark hair, tan skin. And passionate, of course.”

“Hm! That’s a great answer! He sounds hot,” replied Todo, smirking, “but unfortunately for that perfect fake man, I’m taking you on a date first because you’re my type!”

You definitely weren’t expecting this!

Mai:

“Y/n! What kind of woman is your type?”

You rolled your eyes. This big oaf is going to jeopardize your friendship for sure. You really liked Mai but you figured she wasn’t into dating and all the lovey dovey stuff.

“Do I have to answer?” you asked, praying Todo had a change of heart.

“No, y/n, we all wanna know. What’s your type?” Mai chimed in, a sly grin on her face. You gulped.

“I… like women that have short, dark hair and dark eyes. If she’s taller than average that’s cool, and I love a snarky personality.”

“No way!” exclaimed Momo when she realized who you were talking about. You refused to look anyone in the eyes out of embarrassment and fear. What you weren’t expecting was Mai grabbing your hand and leading you somewhere else. Hopefully it was to talk and not get beat up!

Momo:

“Y/n! What kind of woman is your type?”

You huffed in annoyance. There were always some sort of antics with this guy! You had liked Momo for awhile now but she was like an enigma to you. You could never get a good read on her so maybe telling her how you felt outright would be a good thing?

“I really like girls with blonde hair and blue eyes, and short, too. Having a cute personality is a plus as well,” you answered, hoping that was straightforward enough.

“Wait a minute, that sounds exactly like me!” Momo exclaimed, blushing slightly. You sheepishly nodded your head.

“Because it is. I have a crush you.”

The whole group erupted in a chorus of “aww’s” and “how adorable.” You were nervous that you had accidentally made her uncomfortable but your fears disappeared as she came over to sit next to you. When the students were distracted by another topic, you felt Momo’s hand rest over so slightly on top your own and you knew you made the right decision to confess.

Miwa:

“Y/n! What kind of woman is your type?”

Before you spoke, you met eyes with Miwa. It almost seemed as if she was anxious to hear what you had to say!

“Girls with dark blue eyes and are average height are my type. I also really like girls with kind hearts and are down to earth. Blue hair isn’t too bad, either,” you finished, smiling nervously. Both of you were blushing messes while Mai scoffed “Get a room!” Your classmates were just happy that the secret was out in the open—they were tired of you two dancing around your feelings for each other!

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