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madamechrissy · 14 days ago

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Took you Like a Shot - part 4 preview!

Pairings- Rich Frat/fuckboi Toru x Preppy Sorority reader

It's here !!

“You’ll let her treat us this way!?” Sukuna pouts, Satoru just shrugs. “Whipped.”

“So whipped.” Suguru agrees, Satoru glares at them as you take the two men by their ears, like an angry little thing dragging huge men out like it’s nothing, it’s probably the funniest thing he’s seen.

“No smoking in the house, we’re having a baby soon. Do it at home.” You finally get the two friends shoved out of Satoru’s penthouse, locking the door as Satoru walks up to you now, one hand over yours against the door, the other wrapping to hold you, pressing your back against him.

“Damn, mommy, look at you beating up men over six foot.” You giggle then, you can’t help it, looking up at him and turning your head, seeing his clear, blue eyes.

“You’re not high?” You ask softly, he shakes his head then, pressing little kisses to your hairline.

“I promised them primo weed to help me with the baby stuff, but they decided to smoke up when I told them to wait. But they really did help set it up…”

“I still don’t feel bad.” He laughs again as you turn, lifting your chin up to look at him while he leans down cupping your face.

“I thought it was hot.”

“Did you now?”

“Mmhmm.” He exhales, kissing you softly, lips pressing against yours hungrily, your arms slip up his chest now, wrapping his neck. “Beat them up all the time.”

“You’re such a freak I swear.” He chuckles again, picking you up for a moment, hugging you as your legs dangle, and it feels far, far too good. “I missed you a bit.”

“It was two days?”

“Shut up.” He sighs, feeling your bump against him, when the baby kicks hard, and you wince. “She’s mad at you.”

“Is she now?” He eases you down, getting on a knee and slipping your top up, pressing a kiss on your belly button, your hand runs through his silky hair as you gulp down far too many emotions.

You’ve fallen so deeply.

You wonder if this has always been there, all these years it’s been lingering in the fucking air - the longing for him, physically of course, sometimes you longed to just beat Satoru at everything. Sometimes you longed to beat him. But you always wanted his presence, annoying or not, and now as he looks up on one knee, smiling at you so sweet, you can hardly speak.

“You okay? They piss you off that much?” He teases softly, holding you by your hips, kissing your tummy lower, you tremble from your emotions, your desire.

“No, it’s… I told you I missed you, okay?” You glare again, he chuckles, continuing his kisses.

“You’re such a tsundere.”

“A what now!?”

“All angry outside but you’re sweet inside.” He puts his hand on your tummy as you lean against the door, the soft lights casting shadows from his long lashes as he feels for her kick once more.

“I’m moody and miserable, I know. But I do feel good today, the nausea seems to have finally gone away.”

“Good, I bought so many hot cheetos.”

“Yay!” He feels it then, the little kick, and he smiles, he looks so fucking adorable then you’re two steps from saying it, heart pounding.

“I love you already.” He whispers to your tummy, as she kicks his hand again, and tears start falling, dripping down onto his head, which make him look up at you, immediately standing, cupping your face. “What’s wrong!? Is she hurting you?”

“No, no not at all I…” You’re a mess, fuck you’re always a mess lately, sniffling as the moment hits you.

“What is it? Hormones?” He’s cupping your face, swiping at your tears. “Does it still smell like weed - I’ll kill them I swear. I got all that pumpkin spice stuff for-”

You cut him off with another kiss, and he tastes the salt of your tears, standing there for a moment in confusion when you pull back, sighing now. “I think I’m in love with you.”

yeppp hehe another part coming very soon (maybe this wknd!)

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theunholybastard · 2 months ago

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Could you do more era 3 ghoul content??? Anything, go wild lol

Absolutely!!! Perfect excuse for me to dump all my headcanons 😈🙏 I have not written NEARLY enough for this era smh </3

Era 3 Ghouls General Headcanons

(CW - Brief mentions of sex and poly/open sexual relationships)

Omega

•Very popular headcanon I know, but Terzo and him are lovers. Duh, goes without saying.

•Open relationship, but even with permission, Omega doesn't like to sleep around much; not without Terzo, at least.

•Big softy. Biggest softy. Can't watch sad movies. Or happy ones. He'll cry either way.

•Hopeless romantic. Long walks on the beach at sunset, candlelight dinner, rose petals everywhere, the whole shebang. Needs it like oxygen.

•Loves kids. Always dreamt about being a father, having a big family. Like, a big family, 5-6 kits ideally.

•Him and Alpha are always arm wrestling in the Ghoul den. Terzo is forbidden from being watching because he enjoys it wayyyy too much.

Alpha

•Resting bitch face under that mask. He's a chill guy, but he sure doesn't look like it.

•Also loves kids, but unfortunately, kids don't seem to like him. He's just too big and intimidating, and his aura is just a wee bit less pleasant for the little ones than Omegas is.

•Not to mention he's a bit awkward around them. Like he does not know how to talk to kids at all, just treats them like mini adults. (Like "Hey man what's up" to an infant or some shit)

•Has the opposite of a sweet tooth. He will physically recoil if the tiniest bit of sugar is in his coffee. He needs it black and scalding, anything else is like desert in a cup.

•May or may not have fucked Secondo once. Or twice. Or maybe a bit more than that. Who's counting?

Mist

•Genderqueer sapphic (no I'm not projecting)

•Them and Sunshine... Yeah, lovers.

•Mist and Sunny are probs the only Ghoul couple in the Ministry that is strictly monogamous. It's against a Ghouls nature to only have one partner, Ghouls are by default poly and insatiably lustful creatures. These two just happened to defy all odds.

•Very protective. They sre small but mighty and WILL bite a motherfuckers ear off. Quite confrontational when prompted.

•Big nature lover! Especially bodies of water. (She's a water Ghoul, after all)

•When they're having a bad day, they'll just go to the nearest pond or lake and wade in the water, the sound of toads croaking and crickets chirping calming her enough to return to civilization.

•People (Pebble, mostly) have had to physically pull her out of the water because she won't stop recreating the painting of Ophelia anytime she is slightly inconvenienced. They may be a bit dramatic sometimes.

Pebble

•Evil little gay boy. Not really, but kinda.

•Pissing people off is his hobby. It gets him all giggly. #1 ragebaiter.

•He has a soft spot for Mist, they're probably the only Ghoul he won't intentionally be a little shit to. BFFs 4eva <3

•Absolutely TERRIFIED of Primo. Hides behind Alpha anytime hes around. Alpha hates it.

•Takes up a lot of hobbies spontaneously. Literally anything you can think of, he's tried out for at least a week. He's been getting real good at glassblowing recently.

•DON'T touch his drums. He doesn't trim his claws and he will go for the eyes first.

Ifrit

•Loud talker. Absolutely terrible at volume control, if he's not actively thinking about it, he's yelling every sentence.

•Lover of spicy foods, the more tongue-numbing the better. Handles it better than any other fire Ghoul, it's scary...

•Big ol' goofball. You can't take anything he says seriously, it's either a setup to a joke or an elaborate prank. Ghouls will be Ghouls, I guess.

•Secretly a huge magic nerd and is VERY ashamed of it. Pebble is his #1 bully about it. Only a select few can be trusted to see him do a trick or two. He's very good at slight of hand.

•Old ladies seem to love him. I don't know why. He doesn't either. He's not complaining though, he fucking loves being invited to bingo night.

Zephyr

•Fiber glass eater. I am so serious he thinks that shit is delicious.

•Chronic pain, mainly in his legs and back. Lucifer knew he would be too strong if he had full mobility.

•Closest with Ifrit and Mist. Other than that, he doesn't really enjoy being around that many people. Not because he's a hater (like Pebble) but because he's a loner. Fiercely protective over the few he lets occupy his company.

•Quiet. Doesn't talk often, but when he does, he's very direct and well spoken, cool and calm, never raising his voice.

•Clueless. Cannot read social cues, its takes someone starts screaming at him for him to realize he may have said something upsetting.

•Ifrit is always "borrowing" his clothes because he just smells too damn good. He pretends to be annoyed by it but in reality he's actually flattered. He's a terrible liar too, hence why Ifrit continues to "borrow."

Phil/Special

•Probably the most normal guy in the Ministry.

•Hes slightly off-putting sometimes because he zones out quite a bit and doesn't realize he's staring into someones soul. Even when he isn't zoning out his eye contact is really intense.

•Also likes to keep to himself most of the time. Nobody really knows what he does all day by himself, nobody asks. Enjoys the company of Zephyr and Alpha on the occasion.

•Cannot play music for the life of him, which is why he wasn't in the touring band. He tried to learn anything, guitar, drums, singing, and he sucks at all equally. It kinda bums him out sometimes, because he's so damn passionate about music. Its chill though, he enjoys his role in the Ministry fine enough. What is his role, exactly? Uhhhhhhhhh

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ramblingoak · 1 year ago

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Peanuts and Cracker Jacks

Secondo x Female Reader

Still lusting over Secondo in the ghaseball uniform so here's a sort of sequel to Sliding Home (which you don't have to read first) and some amazing art by @tasty-ribz. Happy late birthday Ribz! Love you bby 💙

Warnings: baseball talk, smutty fun in a locker room, nsfw 18+ only, mdni, 1600k words, not really beta read forgive me

“Why am I doing this again?”

“I told you,” You slapped his hands away when he reached up to adjust his ball cap. “It’s good pr, gets people curious about the chur–”

“You misunderstand. Why am I doing this again?” Secondo stood up and turned to look himself over in the mirror. “Couldn’t Terzo have taken a turn?”

“Well, I tried Terzo. Had Copia take him out onto the abbey grounds for a game of catch and everything.” When you were silent for a few moments Secondo turned your way with a raised eyebrow. “He, uh, broke one of the windows of Primo’s main greenhouse.”

“Ah. That’s why the old man was screaming the other day.”

“Yes. So that was a whole…thing. Imperator told me to send you again and well, here we are.”

You stood up with a flourish, your arms wide and a big smile on your face. It was clear Secondo wasn’t buying it. He clicked his tongue at you as he took a few steps closer.

“Imperator chose me, eh? Not her golden boy?”

“Copia was uh, busy. You know,” When Secondo closed the distance between you even further you gulped and started backing up. “Papa stuff.”

“Si, I do know of this ‘Papa stuff’.” He grinned when your back hit the wall and you let out a little yelp. “I think I know why I’m here and mio fratellino isn’t.”

“Terzo would’ve nailed someone in the head with a ball.”

“No, not him. Copia.”

“Copia was busy, as I said.”

“Wrong. Copia has been posting pictures of his rats on his private Instagram all morning.”

“Wait, he has a private Instagram? No one told me thi–”

Secondo’s finger on your lips shut you up. You couldn’t help but hold your breath as the man shifted even closer, one arm bracketing you. Like usual, having him so close overwhelmed your senses. His demeanor, his words, even his smell was pulling you in like always. You were absolutely enamored by him.

Especially with him in that uniform.

“I think, cara mia, that you asked Imperator to send me. Specifically.”

“That doesn’t seem like something I would do.”

Secondo flashed you a grin that had your stomach doing a little somersault. He leaned in close, his lips just barely flitting across your own before he moved them close to your ear, “You wanted to see me in this costume again.”

“It’s not a costume, it’s a uniform.” He snorted, the quick exhalation of breath on your ear making you jump. “And so what if I did,” Secondo pulled back far enough for you to see his face, an eyebrow once again raised as he regarded you. “Want to see you in this again? Is that so bad?”

“Non c’è male affatto. It’s bene. Good. But,” His lips were back on your ear, his body now pressing up against you. Your hands moved to grasp at the uniform top, your grip tightening when his tongue ran along the shell of your ear. “Next time just ask me, eh?”

You stumbled a bit when he abruptly backed away, your grip on his top the only thing keeping your wobbly legs from collapsing under you. There was a brisk knock at the door to the room and a voice called out that Secondo had ten minutes. He covered your hands with his, the black leather warm and soft like it always was. You suddenly felt like apologizing and opened your mouth to do so but he seemed to sense it. He shushed you while bringing your hands to his mouth and pressing kisses to each of your palms before letting them go and walking towards the door.

“Papa, wait!” He stopped and turned back towards you, his eyes darkening a bit when you began to slink his way. You reached towards him and straightened his sleeves, smoothing your hands down his chest next until your fingers rested on the buckle of his belt. “Mi dispiace, Papa. Shall I make it up to you?”

“If it pleases you.” His eyes focused on your mouth when you bit your bottom lip, your tongue immediately peeking out to soothe the sting. “It would certainly please me.”

“Let’s make it interesting. How about I reward you based on how you do out there?”

“How I do?”

“Yes,” You ran your hands back up his chest to rest on his broad shoulders. “Let’s say if you go out there and completely screw up you’ll only get a kiss.”

To demonstrate, and because you really wanted to kiss him, you pressed your lips to his, quickly pulling away when he tried to deepen it.

“Or?”

“Or, you could get the ball close to home plate and earn some kisses down here.” Secondo groaned when your hand massaged his cock through his pants. You were quick, not wanting to get him too riled up so he couldn’t even walk out there. His growl when you let go of him had you smiling and reaching up to kiss the tip of his nose. “Does that sound fair so far?”

“I suppose.” When another brisk knock and shout for Papa came at the door again you winked and pulled away. “What do I get if I throw it across the plate? A strike, yes?”

“If you manage a strike, Papa, I’ll let you do whatever the fuck you want to me.”

You stared at each other for a handful of seconds, both of you breathing a little heavier. Secondo was the first to break eye contact, swiftly turning and striding towards the door. When he yanked it open he looked back your way, a small smirk playing at his lips. The stadium assistant trying to usher him onto the field was making worried noises but Secondo ignored him.

“Be ready.”

With that he turned and left, the door clicking shut behind him. You let out the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding and sank down to sit on a bench. The distant roar of the crowd had you smiling and you began to pick some lint off your top.

“Play ball.”

“I don’t fucking believe it. Oh, oh right there.”

His thumb circled your clit again while two of his fingers curled inside of you, dragging along the spot that had you grinding down into them. Your clothes were already soaked from the warm water of the shower, sticking to both of you. Secondo’s cap was on the floor somewhere, along with his belt and your shoes. You couldn’t bring yourself to care that you didn’t have a change of clothes to leave the stadium in. All you cared about was that he kept doing that.

“What’s not to believe?” He pulled back far enough so he could take one of your breasts in hand, thumbing at your nipple through your top. “Didn’t think I could throw a strike?”

“No, no I did—oh, yes. Yes, please.”

“Which is it, dolcezza? No?” He smiled, tilting his head as he watched you lose your mind. “Or yes?”

“Yes, you bast–ah!”

Two fingers inside of you became three and he started to pump them in and out of you faster. Even over the falling water you swore you could hear them move through your wetness. In truth you had been wet all damn morning, the anticipation of seeing him in the baseball uniform again was too much. Your head fell back against the wall with a thunk and you watched him through half-lidded eyes. He looked equally a mess as you, the paint running down his face and disappearing down his neck. When he caught you looking he grinned and you were glad the wall was there to help hold you up.

“I’ve been practicing. Knowing you as I do I figured it was only a matter of time before you’d drag me to one of these stupid games again.”

“Baseball isn’t, ah fuck, stupid.”

“Demanding souvenirs and singing that stupid song about pretzels and Cracker Jacks.”

“It’s peanuts and Cracker Jacks you absolute snob–fuck, Papa please. I can’t—”

“You can. You can take this, my fingers fucking you.” He moved in close, the water dripping off his head onto yours, streaking your hair and face in black and white. “You’ll come on my fingers and then you’ll get on your knees and suck my cock.” He was grinning when you looked up at him sharply. “Whatever I wanted, remember?”

“Y-yes.”

“Bene. Molto bene.” He gripped your chin and dragged a thumb across your lips. “I want to come inside your pretty mouth before I come inside your cunt.”

His words coupled with his fingers knowing exactly what you needed had you coming almost immediately. The orgasm rippled through your body and you clung to him as his fingers continued to move inside of you, slower and slower. The water continued to beat down on you both as you took a few moments to collect yourself, eventually looking up to meet his eyes and to see him grinning once more.

“What is it?”

“On your knees, dolcezza.”

You took a quick breath and then obediently dropped, wincing when your knees touched the tile. When you glanced down to his belt quickly Secondo nodded and you went to work undoing it and opening his pants. His thick cock sprang forward, eager for your mouth. As your lips began to close around him he rested his hands on your head, stopping you from going any further. Confused, you pulled away, looking back up at him.

“Papa?”

“Just trying to think of the phrase. Ah,” He bit at his bottom lip like he was trying to hold in a laugh. You huffed, narrowing your eyes because you knew what he was going to say and you both loved and hated him for it. “Play ball.”

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