#Papa Emeritus i x reader

[plethora-of-imagines]

Papa(s) and Getting Marriage:

Primo:

Doesn't understand the big deal about marriage.

Sure, he's devoted to you and has no intentions of taking any other lovers but why do you need a document to prove that?

He would much rather continue to sinfully consummate while spiting God by not getting married.

He will annotate you as his prime movers without hesitation however. So it's not an issue of commitment. He's just not used to marriage being a sign of love or commitment.

Once he gets older, or if something happens that frightens him about either of your or his health happens, he changes his mind and grabs the closest ordained person he can find

If anything happens to either of you he wants the law to allow the two of you the privileges a spouse gets

Secondo:

Seems like someone who would not be interested in marriage, but secretly is.

He has hidden mood boards about what he would want at his own wedding

He knows within a month of dating someone if they are who he wants to marry, but it takes him much longer to propose.

He makes sure to have an intimate propsal that his lover will adore.

The wedding is something out of both of your dreams.

Once married, the flood gates open. He keeps proposing getting married again.

He comes too hard: proposal.

He looks up from his book when you walk into the room: proposal

This man cannot stop asking you to marry him again

It becomes a running joke between the two of you anytime you are near Vegas to see how many times in one night you can get married.

Terzo:

Can't stop asking anyone and everyone to marry him.

This man has asked one night stands to marry him. He's asked people he's ciriced to marry him because he "felt a connection"

To the point he has to warn lovers that if he does not have a ring, it's actually just a part of his romantic sweet talk.

He gets the romance of proposing a little too well and just can't help himself when the moment seems right.

He says a lot of stupid things, you see

When he does actually mean to propose, he brings his lover to the courtroom to get them married right away. Both so they know he actually means it this time, and because he can't stand to spend another moment not married.

Then, once legally married, the theater kid in him emerges, and a proper wedding with fancy clothes, fancy dancing, and cake is needed. He gets himself a bouquet to throw too.

Copia:

He's dreamed of getting married ever since a child when he saw his first wedding in a movie.

Every time he dated, he would grow nervous because what if they were "the one" and he accidentally ruined things.

Once he does find you, finds "the one". He buys a ring that week. One that burns a hole in his bedside drawer for a couple months so he doesn't scare you away by asking too soon.

He agonizes over the proposal.

Grows paranoid over the ring, too. What if he loses it?

He actually has to get you two rings, because he panicked so much the first time he just shoved the box into your hands and ran away.

He didn't ever admit that it was supposed to be your engagement ring. He just gets a new one.

In the end. he just blurts it out without the ring nearby. He just can't hold back any longer.

Covering his face with his hands at having messed it up, embarrassed to the point he doesn't hear you saying yes.

He gets very excited once you get his attention. And kisses the ring on your finger with every hello and goodbye for months to come.

[mx-pastelwriting]

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[honeybeeglory]

✨️Papa Hug Headcanons✨️

I don't have a fancy layout or anything, I just like writing how I think the Papas would hug a fan if they were asked.

Enjoy~!

Primo:

Hugs in a very "come hither my child" way, opens his old arms and draws you in. One hand cradles your head, the other lays over your back, and his hold is nowhere near even the thought of being tight, but it is secure. He keeps you close and his hand gently encourages you to rest your head on his chest. His hold is almost like, biblical, those gentle floating arms you see in paintings of Jesus. He smells faintly of dust, old books, and a faint hint of cologne that's warm and deep.

Secondo:

He doesn't welcome you with arms out. Rather, he welcomes you with his arms forward, palms up. You take his hands, and he pulls you forward, guiding your hands to wrap around his shoulders. His arms wrap around you, under your arms. One hand rests on the back of your shoulder, the other wrapped around and resting on your waist. Maybe it drifts a tad bit lower because, of course, it does. His hugs are tight, not suffocating, but firm. He rests his head on your shoulder, face tilted toward your neck. His fingers are not together, but they're splayed over your back, as if trying to cover as much ground as possible. He smells like expensive cologne, tobacco, and whiskey.

Terzo:

Also in a very "come hither my child" way, but not with the same flavor. He'll extend a hand to you, beckoning you closer to him, maybe even waving you closer with a finger. His hugs are respectful, he draws you into his arms, letting you get comfortable how you wish, and once you're situated his hands find their place. He cradles specifically the back of your neck, thumb rubbing back and forth over the nape of your neck. His other hand rests on your shoulder blade, near the top of your back, but not quite at your shoulder. He might rock side to side while you two hug. His hugs feel almost disconnected. They're firm, you can't easily pull back, but they're lacking emotion. This is something he does as Papa, bringing comfort to his followers. This wasn't something he had emotional ties to. He smells like cigarettes with a strong cologne covering it.

Copia:

His arms are out to you, almost like diagonal lines with his palms up. It's as if he's presenting you. He lets you make the first move, getting comfortable in his arms as he wraps his arms around you. He hugs similar to Secondo, one hand at the back of your shoulder, the other resting around your waist, but instead of feeling, he's *holding.* His hugs are tight, almost too tight at times, (if you tell him, he'll go to hugging you far too loose in fear of hurting you), and he's genuinely so thrilled to give you that hug, to cmfort you. The only time he stops holding is when his hand moves to rub gentle circles on your back. Before you part, he gives one last squeeze, then pats your back as you pull away. He'll tilt his head and smile at you and ask if you're feeling better because he needs to know if he finally did something right. He smells like vanilla and spices, warm, captivating, and comforting.

[inkstainedrat]

I just saw a clip of a male comedian saying essentially

“Have any other guys ever been eating pussy & realized that you’re on all fours with your ass in the air? Like who am I arching for, the fuck?”

When I tell you

That is every member of the Emeritus line 1000%

[ghulehunknown]

Papa Headcanons - 🐱👅

WARNING!! - NSFW

All the Papas love going down, but they each have their own style

Primo

Prefers to get you nice and worked up, so he’ll spend a painfully long time kissing and caressing you before actually going down on you (so when he does use his tongue it feels explosive)

Says “My, my aren’t we a wet little thing?” everytime, knowing FULL WELL he did that to you

Soft and slow, very gentle

Long, painted strokes along your entire area

Massages your breasts while flicking his tongue around your clit

Uses his thumb to rub circles on your clit to give his mouth a break but doesn’t stop until you’ve cum at least once or twice, preferably in his mouth

Secondo

Roughly fingers you while eating you out

Spreads your legs wide so he can eat every inch of you

Loves to eat you from behind so he can finger your ass too

Grabs onto your legs and hips so he can pull your body closer to him

Wants to take his time and edges you - so he’ll alternate by doing other forms of foreplay (sucking on your nipples or pinching them, making out, fingering you)

Praises you (“brava ragazza”) for being so patient as he takes his time torturing you (“You will be rewarded, tesorina”)

Wants to do all the work so he’ll scold you if you start to grind against him

Loves to see his Papal paints smeared all over your thighs

Massages your ass and tits while eating you out

Terzo

Would die happy drowned in pussy

Wears the smell of you like a badge of honor the whole day

Desperate to eat your arousal and drink you if you squirt

In fact it’s a little game he plays with himself, to see if he can make you squirt (he’s almost always successful)

Dying to get you off this way before he fucks you hard into the mattress

LOVES when you ride his face; he wants to be smothered and barely able to breathe

Also into 69ing - you on top or laying on your sides

Favorite cunnilingus position is you on your back with your legs spread and one hooked over his shoulder while he finger fucks you and sucks your clit

Massages your g-spot when he knows you’re close to cumming

Darts his tongue in and out of your hole a lot (“Amore, how could I waste a single drop of you?”)

Suctions/sucks on your clit a lot and alternates that, flicking his tongue, and using the flat part of his tongue

While each papa has their talents and are very good at doing down, Terzo is the Prince of Cunnilingus - a cunt connoisseur, if you will

Immediately wants to kiss you during (so you can see how aroused he’s made you) and after because sometimes he’s sweet like that

Usually wants to fuck right after you’ve cum (while you’re still breathing heavily)

Copia

Kisses every inch of you

Moans as soon as he has you in his mouth; he can cum just from eating you out (pathetic little rat man)

Can’t help it and will stroke himself while going down on you, unless you have him tied up (to punish him for being a dirty, needy man)

Loves being submissive to you while pleasuring you - either kneeling underneath you while you’re standing or sitting on the edge of the bed/couch, or tied up to the bedpost while you ride his face

Wants to be used like your sex toy

Would gladly spend all day down there as long as you’re getting off

Heard somewhere that spelling the alphabet with his tongue will get you off, so he does that and stops at whichever letter or motion gets the loudest response

He’s got a little bit of washing machine syndrome going on - very sloppy and all over the place at times

Finds a steady rhythm, position, and stroke and sticks to it because if it always works why change it

Listens to your breathing get heavier and stays consistent with his speed and motion when you grip his hair and tell him “don’t stop!”

Wants to cuddle you after and kiss you and feed you snacks (one time he hand fed you fruit snacks while he was down there)

[ragequeen94]

MDNI

SPICY PRIMO

[writingjourney]

I’m having a severe chronic illness/pain flare up today that’s kept me in bed all night and all day today- I’d love some headcanons for the Papas when it comes to caring for a sick or chronically ill partner if you have the time! Maybe even a short ficlet if you feel inspired to! ☕️😮‍💨📚

I hope you're feeling better by now! ♡ I managed to write a short snippet for each Papa, trying to keep it somewhat vague as to what type of pain reader is experiencing. Copia can be read in whichever role you fancy :)

content: 1.5k words total, each papa x gn!reader, hurt/comfort, reader with chronic pain [Ao3 link]

Primo

He's successfully shut out the rest of the world, one harsh look and the Sibling who tried to pester you scattered off like a fearful rabbit. He's tucked you under the blanket with the firm insistence of a nurse who's overseeing your strict bed rest. Primo knows one thing by now, having forced his body through decades worth of hard work – you can only push yourself so far before you shut down, before you cannot recover without sufficient rest.

"I could have just helped them quickly," you insist. "It's already getting be–"

"I will not have these idioti risk your health with tasks they can do themselves, fiore."

And that's that. He's well aware that no one is going to be brave enough to complain about him to Sister, half the Ministry too scared to bother you at all while you're with him. Primo knows you care about your work which entails that you'd never have called off unless you collapsed right in front of him. But he likes to think that you enjoy it when he's just as stubborn as you are.

"Drink some more water, amore." Perched on the edge of the bed, he hands you the glass, perpetually full as if by magic. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," you admit. "The heating pad helps."

"Good." He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Now, time to get some sleep."

"Join me? I think it's time for an old man nap."

He narrows his eyes, playful but not unserious. "I will show you who is an old man when you feel better."

You give a tired laugh and he softens up the moment you've draped yourself over his chest, long fingers stroking along your arm. With his steady heartbeat against your ear it's easier to fall asleep and for once it's comforting to know that the rest of the world can wait.

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Secondo

"Ah ah, no getting up, amore."

You sink back into the pillows, caught in the act. "I just want to–"

"No." The rhythmic scratching of pen on paper, books and notepad pages scattered on the small desk he carried into the bedroom to work from home today. "Whatever you need, you just tell your Papa."

"What if I have to go pee? Will you oversee that as well?"

He glances up over the rim of his reading glasses. "Do you?"

"No."

"Then why are you trying to get up?"

"I was going to look at what you're doing."

"You are not well, amore. You need to learn how to rest."

You pull the blanket up over your head and turn to your side, your next words grumbled into the fabric. "That call is coming from inside the house."

"What was that, hm?"

Before you can reply, the mattress dips under his weight, his presence immediately taking up all air around you. A thrill runs through your whole body, clouding the pain for a short but sweet moment.

"I know I am not leading by example," he concedes, a heavy hand stroking along the shape of your arm, down to your hips and then following the trail of your spine back up to your head. He tugs at the blanket there, revealing you to him. "Do you need more medicine? A book to read? Music?"

"What I really need is you," you whisper. "And… perhaps some more ibuprofen, yeah."

Secondo lends you one of his rare smiles, thumb softly stroking along your cheekbone. As though he can't resitst he leans in for a short but soft kiss, nose brushing against yours but careful not to exhaust you. "I can do that, amore. Make some space in the bed while I get it."

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Terzo

You haven't been particularly hungry, dozing for hours, closing your eyes to drown out the world, anything to sit out the pain and discomfort for however long it takes. When the surprising smell of freshly cooked food slowly creeps into the bedroom you feel your stomach grumbling for the first time in days.

"Terz?"

He does not reply. You furrow your brow, debating whether it's worth getting up to check on whatever he's fabricating. It's less that you don't trust him in the kitchen, he's perhaps lacking the cooking practice but he more than makes up for it with his quick wit. It's more so that he's been anxious ever since you got ill, desperate to help, flinching whenever you show any signs of pain, and he's already easily distracted on the best of days.

Before you've made up your mind the door creaks open. A smile lights up his face when he finds you awake, arms occupied with a steaming bowl that he carries between two oven-gloved hands.

"I hope you have an appetite, amore," he says.

You sit up, heart swelling at the sight of him in a kitchen apron. Before he sits down on the chair by your bedside he places the tray over your lap that you've been using, unable to sit for too long, and then sets down an old porcelain bowl you know he inherited from his grandmother. The rich aroma of the hearty broth floods your nose, tiny pieces of pasta swimming alongside finely chopped vegetables.

"Pastina Soup," he explains. "My nonna made this when I was not feeling well as a little boy, she used to say it is medicine against anything. I know how to make this in my sleep, amore. The kitchen is fine."

"I didn't say anything!"

"I see it in your eyes, you don't trust me with the stove." He raises his brows and you can't help but laugh, a sound that melts the tension out of his posture. "I know I know, I have been a bit of a hectic mother hen, hm? But I do not like seeing you unwell."

"I'm grateful, my love," you whisper, taking his hand in yours for a reassuring squeeze. "I've not been taken care of like that in a long time."

He eases into the chair, proud smile stretching his lips, and watches as you try the first spoonful. Warmth spreads from your belly to your limbs, the broth rich, so full of flavor that you feel revived from the taste alone. At your delighted hum his smile grows, so much that you can see the dimples in his cheeks. It's perfect.

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Copia

"Relax, amore," he whispers, pulling you firmer against his chest with an arm tightly wrapped around your front. "I can feel that you are still tense."

"I'm trying." You let your head fall back until it meets his shoulder. The steaming hot water of the bath eases your pain in a way that makes it somewhat more bearable. "It just takes some time to get used to the heat."

You inhale the scent of lavender bubbles, figure that you should be glad he finally made you use the fancy bath bomb and foam that you've been trying to keep for a special occasion. It feels too luxurious to waste, too much of an indulgence. Copia has been insisting on this, though, after you've been in agony for days and he's been fussing, heating pad, medication, all not helping enough to take away the discomfort of such persistent pain.

"Still tense," he whispers a few minutes later, voice so close to your ear that goosebumps prickle at your neck despite the heat. You can feel his hands now, slowly working into your muscles, fingers smoothing out the knots. It's… not uncomfortable, though you have to wince on occasion when he hits a particularly sore spot. "What do we do about this, my baby?"

"I wouldn't mind if you just kept going with this," you whisper.

And he does, though his lips start to trail the softest of kisses up the side of your neck now, across your shoulder, anywhere he can reach without moving you too much. Once the water cools down you'll slip back into sweats, cozying up in his bed with a movie. It's the closest you can get to finding peace while you're not feeling well, hoping the flare up will fade if you allow yourself the needed rest. It helps him, too, though he's much better about doing his stretches and staying on top of things.

"Thanks for forcing me to relax," you whisper drowsily, allowing yourself to melt into his embrace.

He chuckles, wrapping you up between his arms and legs and the sweet scent of the bath. "We both know you never would have used that bath bomb, amore."

I hope these were comforting to anyone who might need it <3

Masterlist – My Ao3

[earthry]

Papas Accidentally Being Too Rough in Bed (Headcanons)

I have no clue where this spawned from but please enjoy scaring the Papas when they’re accidentally too rough with you and then doing everything they can to make up for it.

mostly sfw, tw for being rough on accident, possessiveness, hurt/comfort.

Primo

It’s wild because you didn’t think Primo could get that rough in bed, given his age. But there are bruises that he apologizes for after, ones he kisses with each apology. He brings out a special cream and gently applies it to the abused skin.

He makes you stay in bed while he pampers you, grabbing yummy snacks and making a cup of your favorite tea. He even hand feeds you, babying you until you tell him that really, you’re okay. You are showered in apologies and words of love and reassurance before being wrapped up into his arms and snuggled to death.

Secondo

Secondo thinks you’re whining to be bratty but when his belt comes away with blood, he’s never dropped anything so fast. He’s quick to untie you, cursing and apologizing profusely. He assesses the damage with worry, grabbing a warm damp towel to clean your backside.

He gently shushes you when you whimper from the sting, kissing your temple and telling you that you’re doing so, so good for him. After sanitizing and bandaging the wound, he’ll clean the two of you up and pull you into his arms in a tight embrace— though he’s careful of your injury.

Apologizes for hurting you, promising that he hadn’t meant to and that it was his fault for misjudging how much strength he was using. You tell him you forgive him and he almost cries— you let him spoil you for the rest of the night and weeks to follow.

Terzo

It’s more of an accident than anything, for how clumsy Terzo is. He’s so eager in bed to please you and make you feel good that when he’s going down on you, he accidentally slams you against the bed frame a little too forcefully. You can’t help the involuntary sound of pain that escapes you and things happen so quickly because next thing you know, you’re in Terzo’s shaking arms as he begs for forgiveness, frantically checking if you’re badly hurt.

After he checks your backside to see that there’s a little bruising he apologizes even more and places the most gentlest of kisses against your skin. You are bundled up in blankets and love afterwards and since then, Terzo’s been very careful when it comes to sexy times.

Copia

With Copia it’s also unexpected but for different reasons. Though he’s certainly enthusiastic in bed, he’s always been gentle and very attentive to pleasing you. While he can get rough every so often, it’s still tame compared to most. He’s a very considerate lover, always checking in, always making sure he’s not gripping you too hard, not holding you too tight.

You didn’t expect him to have such a jealous streak however— despite wanting to tease him. It was Swiss’s idea to flirt with each other to rile him up, which definitely does the trick. And oh boy is it a night to remember. He’s intense and possessive, growling as he fucks you hard, his words melting together as he tells you that you’re his, that he’s going to show you that no one can fuck you better than him, will love you better.

You’re left with bruises on your hips and dark hickies littering your skin. You would laugh at Copia’s expression if it wasn’t so horrified. You reassure him that you enjoyed it, that it was what you wanted. Still, he apologizes and cares for you after— running a bath for you and tenderly helping you wash your hair, gently running fingers over the bruises he’s made. He still looks so guilty but it’s okay because you kiss it all better until he’s out of breath.

[ghostchems]

blood and cookies

written with copia in mind but can be any papa. if you read, let me know which papa you imagined! this idea came to me in the middle of the night. 1.2k words. nothing crazy here except for some bloodsucking :) happy holidays!

Flames crackle in the fireplace, casting shadows on the simple garland draped across the mantel. A single, plain red stocking hangs from one corner - the extent of your Christmas decorations. You zone out in the direction of the display from the kitchen as you remove your oven mitts, placing them on the counter. A chill rolls down your spine despite the warmth of the cookies cooling in front of you, sugar cookies shaped like trees with green and red sprinkles. They're typical Christmas cookies, the only kind you trust yourself to bake.

Recently, you've had a visitor every couple of nights. They aren’t the kind to stick around, showing up because they *needed* something from you. You wonder if your dabbling in the darker arts attracted them— ever since moving here you’ve found yourself attracted to the strange herbs and mushrooms that grow wild in these woods. You've learned to identify them, to harvest them properly, and to learn what they are used for - spells that are meant to give protection and tranquility.

The knowledge feels ancient, like it's been waiting here in the soil for someone like you to discover it. Sometimes you wonder if it was a trap all along but you are enjoying your new hobby. Long winter nights are hard living deep in the forest with your closest neighbor miles away, but you make do with your DIY witchcraft. Sometimes you enjoy the solitude while other times you wished you had someone to share it with. That is, until some of your evenings have been interrupted by a mysterious visitor.

You hear fluttering from the living room and quickly move to scoop some cookies onto a plate. Smoothing out your apron with one hand, you take the plate in the other and head toward the fire.

A figure stands near the fireplace, his one otherworldly white eye glowing in the darkness. Dark wings stretch behind him, their leathery surface creaking as they fold against his back. He is like a living shadow, his form seeming to blur at the edges where the firelight touches him. He's never spoken. You don't even know his name but his visits have become more frequent. At first it was once a month, then every other week, and now he visits at least once a week.

“Good evening,” you say softly, placing the plate of freshly baked cookies on the small table beside your armchair. The scent of vanilla and cinnamon wafts through the air, mingling with the woodsmoke. His white eye follows your movement, and you notice the slightest tilt of his head — perhaps in curiosity, or appreciation. “Help yourself. I will, uh, get you some warm milk.”

You turn back toward the kitchen, your feet padding quietly across the wooden floor. As you warm the milk on the stovetop, you can't help but wonder if he'll still be there when you return — he sometimes disappears as silently as he arrives. The gentle crackling of the fire and the soft clink of the plate behind you suggest he's staying, at least for now. It doesn’t take long for the milk to warm, and you pour it carefully into your favorite ceramic mug — the one with pale green mushrooms painted all over it, their caps dotting the surface in cheerful reds and purples.

When you return, he's closer to the fireplace and two cookies are missing from the plate with a few crumbs on the table. There’s a sense of relief that he liked them enough to eat more than one. You place the mug of warm milk on the table carefully, having learned he isn’t too fond of sudden movements. That doesn’t stop him from moving with inhuman speed right up to you, causing you to gasp and stumble back a step. His wings unfurl slightly, casting strange shadows on the walls.

"You are hungry," you whisper to him, your eyes scanning his face. You can see more of him now—the white and black paint that clings to his skin. He gives a low rumble in response, coming from deep in his chest. It makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. His eye narrows slightly, the otherworldly glow intensifying for just a moment. You know what comes next.

He crowds close to you, his wings curling around you like a dark embrace. His gloved hand gently tilts your head to the side, exposing your neck. You feel his impossibly cool breath against your skin, causing you to shiver. His other hand pushes the strap of your apron to the side and leans in, lips against your skin. The touch is gentle but cold, like winter frost against your warm flesh.

He kisses your neck. This is new. Usually, he just bites and drinks, a simple transaction of blood for company. But tonight there's something different in the way his lips linger against your skin, the way his hand cradles your head. The gesture is almost tender. You find yourself leaning into his touch, your hands reaching up to steady yourself against his chest. His fangs graze your neck, almost as if asking permission.

"Yes," you whisper, "you may."

His fangs pierce your skin with practiced precision, and you gasp at the sharp sting. All feeling melts away in moments. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his jacket as he drinks deeply, the sound of his satisfied grunts mixed with the crackle of the fire. Through half-lidded eyes, you notice his wing has curled more tightly around you, probably to keep you upright as you grow weak with each deep draw of blood.

Your vision starts to blur at the edges, darkness creeping in. He must sense this and withdraws his fangs, his tongue quickly lapping at the wound to stop the bleeding. His wings move away from you as you sway on your feet, and the last thing you feel is his arms guiding you gently into the armchair as consciousness slips away from you.

You awake with a soft groan, your neck tender where his fangs had pierced. Fingertips drift along the wound as your eyes fall to the fireplace. The fire has died down to glowing embers. Then, your eyes drift to the small table beside you, where only scattered crumbs remain on the plate that once held your Christmas cookies. The ceramic mug sits empty, a smudge of black - like paint or lipstick - marking where his lips had touched the rim.

Despite how weak you feel, there's a sense of contentment. He ate all of the treats you made for him. You smile softly, sinking deeper into the armchair. You wonder when he'll visit again. Maybe next time you'll try another treat, perhaps chocolate chips or snicker doodles. The thought makes you feel warm as you sink deeper into the chair, sleep claiming you. You dream of dark wings and winter nights, of sugar cookies and stolen kisses.

Outside, snow begins to fall covering the forest in a blanket of white. Somewhere in that darkness, a shadow moves between the trees, leaving no footprints.

[leezlelatch]

Could I request some spicy Primo? 😌

xoxo your biggest fan

Spicy Primo - F!Reader, cunnilingus, fingering, MDNI.

A record turns on the table, a gentle strumming, a crooning voice. Nights in White Satin. A tea cup lies forgotten on the coffee table, and Primo’s high backed chair with the patched red cushion is turned away from the cheerfully burning fire.

Your fingers dig into the well worn fabric, jaw slack, and you push your back against the chair, vaguely noting the way it crackles from the pressure. A bead of sweat marks a path from your neck to the valley of your breasts, and a single long digit rises to catch it. Primo brings it to his lips.

“What is all this, amore?” He says innocently, glancing at you with an almost imperceptible smile. “Is the fire too warm?” He licks your sweat from his finger, humming softly.

You pant, looking at him incredulously, and you start to close your trembling thighs. Ah, but Papa won’t have that. His hands are lightning quick as they grip the soft skin of your thighs and he spreads you again, his expression deeply scolding.

“Would you deny an old man his leisure time? I was very busy admiring a particular flower, sì?” His right hand dips between your thighs, two fingers spreading you with a satisfied grunt. You’re soaked. You can feel how slick you are, but it glistens there on his chin. “This is mine.” His voice has lowered, his accent thickening. “Like dew on a honeysuckle.”

His thumb rubs slow circles around your clit, and you whimper, pushing back against the chair again. Primo chuckles low in his throat and he yanks you forward, your butt on the very edge of the cushion. “You are going to break my chair, tesoro,” he says with delighted amusement. “Stop trying to get away. It feels good, no?”

“Papa,” you whine, your lashes fluttering. He’s returned to petting you, coating his fingers thoroughly in your arousal. “It feels too good…”

“So che, amore,” he coos, your pussy easily accepting his middle finger. You clench around it, and you might be babbling incoherently at this point, but you’re too focused on how good he makes you feel. “But you’ve only given me one. I am a patient Papa, you know? You just need a little more to come again…”

“But, Primo,” you try to argue, even as you roll your hips against his finger. He leans in, licking a long stripe, curling his tongue around your clit and your train of thought is momentarily forgotten. You place your hand on his forehead, trying to push him away, and he growls. “Your knees…”

Primo clicks his tongue and looks at you with a raised brow. “I am not dead yet, bambina. You will just have to treat your Papa very nice after, hmm?”

“Okay,” you relent, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth. Primo dips his head in satisfaction, his white eye nearly glowing. His mouth returns to you, sealed against your pussy as his tongue explores your intimate folds thoroughly, alternating between sucking and flicking the tip of his tongue rapidly against your swollen bud.

His finger doesn’t relent, curling with precision, and sending sparks of white hot pleasure coursing through your body. You arch off the chair, shattering with a strangled cry. Primo pulls back to watch with rapt fascination as you flutter around his finger that still pumps, slower now, in and out.

“Brava, ragazza,” he says, his voice hoarse. He gently withdraws, but his fingers don’t quite leave your oversensitive and pulsating pussy. He explores your wetness with a small smile. Delicate, now. You tremble.

When he’s satisfied, he glances at you, resting his hands on your thighs. “Now, help me up, amore.”

[dantesunbreaker]

Cold Cuddles with the Papas(Headcanons)

No warnings apply, just some tooth rotting fluff from our favorite old men!

Primo 

As the eldest brother, it is safe to assume his circulation isn’t as great as it once was. Thus, blankets and warm fuzzy socks are always in abundance with Primo

When you approach him complaining about the cold, Primo is pulling out a pair of double layer socks before you have even finished getting the words out

If he still has work that needs his attendance, Primo will usher you both to the loveseat in his office. An end table will be pulled up to use as a desk, blanket wrapped around you both so you can nestle against him for warmth

But when there is no work to be done, Primo will brew a nice hot pot of tea for you both to share

Together you retire to his chambers where the heat is always turned up to the perfect comfortable temperature

Always takes up the chance to put you in one of his older sweaters because Primo loves the sight of your sleepy face while bundled up in his clothing

If even all of that does little to fight off the could, Primo will sit and cuddle with you beneath a layer of thick blankets until you are warm enough

Your favorite is the occasions where this turns your evening into soft warm cuddles the rest of the day and sharing some delicious soup made with vegetables from Primo’s garden

Secondo

Seems very much like a tough love kind of guy. First response when you come to him complaining about the cold is “well damn, I can’t control the weather”

But a quick flash of the puppy dogs is all it takes to change Secondo’s tune

If you are outside together and you begin to shiver, Secondo will groan, but always will offer up his coat. Pretends he walks with his arm around you to further keep you warm, but you know it because he also feels the cold

When inside and you mention being cold, Secondo simply offers to turn up the heater. 

He often takes things for face value, so either prepare to work for it if you want cuddles from him or simply be blunt about it. No matter the method, you end up getting what you want. 

Sometimes, when you can’t manage to pull him away from his work, you will rest on his lap with a blanket pulled snug around your shoulders as he continues going through paperwork

Other times Secondo will take the time to sit down and relax with you lounging under a throw blanket together in his office

Offers to make you something hot to drink, whether it be coffee, tea, or even hot chocolate. 

Don’t tell his brothers, but he loves when you pick hot chocolate because he uses it as an excuse to also indulge in the delicious chocolatey drink

Terzo

Most likely to be over dramatic about the situation, and also most likely to be equally as affected by the temperature

Do not expect Terzo to offer his coat! “But the outfit was planned around the coat! Taking it off will ruin the look!” He will however walk with an arm around  you, pulled tight against his side so that you can share his body heat

Getting Terzo to accomplish any work when it is cold is a difficult task, but you don’t want him getting in MORE trouble with Sister Imperator

So cold mornings you find yourself accompanying Terzo throughout his day, hot drinks always in hand, warm coats and blankets at the ready constantly

You will stand behind his chair, arms around him with blanket hanging over so that you can wrap him up in your loving warmth as you coax him to get through at least half the stack of papers on his desk

But when Terzo does not have work, expect an extravagant yet cozy night ahead of you

Expertly gets the fireplace going, all the lights off so only the firelit illuminates the room. Absolutely has a huge furry rug in front of the fireplace, which is where you spend the evening cuddling with dozens of pillows and extra blankets

Special occasions you can also expect to share some mulled wine as you bask in the warmth of the fire together, tangled up in each other’s limbs

Copia

Always one to worry, Copia will instantly be fretting over you if you mention being cold around him

Before you can even say anything else, Copia is pressing the back of his hand to your forehead to check for a fever followed by rapid fire questions asking if you are feeling ill

Takes a couple of minutes to settle him down enough to explain that you aren’t sick, you are just a bit chilly and in need of some Copia cuddles

Worry is quickly replaced with affection, throwing his arms around you and holding you tight against his chest. “Oh! Why didn’t you just say so!”

Often one to work too hard, Copia however will set aside his work in these kind of occasions

The couch in his office always has a rather thick throw blanket on it, strategically left by you entirely for the purpose for when you have days like this

Copia will get you both nice steaming cups of hot chocolate, mini marshmallows included!

Both of you curl up together on the couch, blanket thrown over your laps as you carefully sip on your drinks and talk about whatever comes to mind

On some occasions you fall asleep against him, and Copia absolutely refuses to wake you from such a pleasant slumber. So, he instead he simply does his best to complete whatever work he can from the couch until you eventually wake up on your own

[emeritus-fuckers]

the papas finding their S/Os toys after only dating for a little while? I'm curious to how they'd react! 👀

Papas finding their darling's sex toys

Primo (he/him)

He probably finds them by accident while looking for something else and confuses the boxes.

He leaves it be, completely unbothered.

You're an adult, you're allowed to have sex toys.

There's no reason to make it a big deal.

He does hope you'll wear the pretty collar he found there, though.

Secondo (he/him)

Doesn't happen. He doesn't snoop around.

Even if he sees the box, he leaves it alone.

You'd have to show him. Which is when he shows you his collection.

A room dedicated to sex toys, some of which you've never even heard of.

Yes, the Ghildo is there. As a collectible, of course.

Terzo (he/they)

They gladly present you with their own collection.

He doesn't have all that many toys, surprisingly.

Just things he's tested and enjoyed throughout the years.

They also show you Omega's favorites.

You all have your boxes of your favorite toys, everyone is happy.

Copia (he/him)

I refuse to believe this man has ever actually used a sex toy in his life.

He claims he's some sort of Sex Master 9000 but in reality this man goes all red when he sees condoms at the store.

You will know if he stumbles upon your little collection.

This man will be a stuttering mess for days until you realize what happened.

It's honestly adorable, in a way.

Old Papa Nihil (he/him)

Honestly, he's confused when he sees your toys.

They sure have gotten... fancier over the years.

He has no idea how to use most of them.

He's probably gonna ask for a little presentation.

He likes looking at you using the toys.

His favorite little show. <3

Young Papa Nihil (he/him)

He gets very, very excited.

He wants to see you use them!

And maybe use them on him, too!

You cannot tell me this man doesn't want to be pegged.

He wants to be pegged and we all know it.

Peg him.

~

Written by Nosferatu.

[mx-pastelwriting]

Ghost HC - Taking a nap in the Papa's lap while they work

GHOST X GN! READER

SUMMARY: Taking a nap in the Papa's lap while they work. WARNINGS/TAGS: Fluff, Established Relationship, Lap Sitting, Napping/Sleeping CHARACTERS: Primo, Secondo, Terzo, Copia

PRIMO

- Very open and used to it, being the eldest of his brothers having experience soothing someone to sleep, especially in his lap. It had been years since then, as his brothers were no longer little.

- Surprised at first, looking up from his work, seeing your tired face welcoming you with open arms, with mixed feelings of love and guilt from working late, leaving you sleepless in a cold bed.

- Wrapping you up in his warm arms, gently patting your back, patiently waiting for sleep to take effect. Once asleep, he returns to work, writing quietly, planting kisses on your head with every page turn.

- Giving a dirty look to anyone who entered his office, sister, papa, or ghoul all get the same treatment, even kicking those who were too loud out. Even with the ones who were lucky to stay, he ignored their stares while forcing them to talk in a whisper.

- Once finished with his work, feeling another pang of guilt having to wake you, choosing to do so with soft kisses while cupping your face whispering sweet Italian nothings.

Primo sighed at the loud noise of his office door being opened, seeing Terzo's head poke in, greeted with the eldest crooked stare. The stare did little to his younger brother, watching as he threw a folder on the desk with a loud smack.

"You haven't changed one bit, brother." Putting down his pen at Terzo's words, giving a harder stare to his brother's smug face. "Did they get a bedtime story too?" he says lastly before rushing out of the office to avoid Primo's protective wrath.

However, as you stirred against his chest, the wrath swiftly dissipated, causing the papa to forget the stack of work before him and embrace you tightly, patiently waiting for sleep to return.

-

SECONDO

- Would have to talk him into it or beg, as he always hated when Terzo would fall asleep on his shoulder when they were little, but seeing your tired face, he folds so fast. Spending his evening in the ministry's front room, sat on the long couch next to the stained-glass window, looking over sister's response to his filings.

- Feeling your presence behind the packet of papers, seeing you wrapped in a blanket, begging. With a loud sigh, picking up the stack of papers on his lap, throwing them to the floor.

- Even when cuddling in bed, he sighs, acting slightly annoyed, but secretly loves every minute of your sleeping face lying comfortably on his chest. Placing one hand on your back, caressing lightly while continuing to look over paperwork.

- Wouldn't bother looking at who passed by, sister or papa, but always looked down at you when Siblings of Sin walked by, whispering amongst each other about the sight. The reputation of Secondo was one of many rumors, yet here you were sparking new ones.

- Fails to even finish his work, being so comfortable, papers still in hand as he nods off. Waking up from his snores, leaving you with the job of putting the papa to bed.

Waking to the loud rumble of snores, sitting up in the papa's lap, seeing the melted sleeping face of Secondo. Holding back a laugh as his mouth hung agape, looking around, spotting the papers that were loosely clutching in his hand.

Removing the files from his hand to the other side of the couch before thinking of how to wake him. Cupping the papa's face lightly, only getting to plant a single kiss before quickly waking up, smiling at his confused state. Moving off Secondo's lap, slowly getting used to standing, taking his hand and pulling up, holding back a joke about his old bones.

-

TERZO

- Does not understand when first being asked, assuming you mean something else that involves his lap. Only once you climb onto his lap and cuddle up does he understand with a small "Oh." Though it is somewhat new to him, only having your past nights together will give him an idea.

- Having stayed in the ministry's library for the whole morning ordered by sister to reread the teachings, so when you appear, he's so happy, kicking the book aside.

- A bit disappointed you didn't take him away from all the work, but nonetheless, he holds you close. Wrapping his arms around you while holding the book up against your back, resting against his chest, having a racing heartbeat to fall asleep to.

- Sitting in the back corner of the library, liking for people to have the thrill of finding him, just to tease them when they do. So only his ghouls ever came across the sight, but they cared very little about their papa's antics.

- Lasting only thirty minutes before putting down the book, turning his attention to you. Lovingly admiring your sleeping face, tempted to shower you with kisses, though holding back, not wanting to wake you even if it meant spending the night sitting in the quiet library.

Gently, Terzo's hand glided up and down your back, feeling the soft fabric that covered it, using both arms to hold you close and safe, not caring for the book of teachings.

Being ready to take sister's scolding later, her words pushed out of his mind in place of you. Looking softly with his two-toned eyes at your smushed face that lay against his chest. Imagining you heard every breath and race of his heart from your presence alone, carefully placing a kiss atop your head, causing a stir of movement, quickly the papa held his breath, fearing he'd woken you.

-

COPIA

- Agrees shyly to the ask, a bit overwhelmed, feeling you on his lap, making it harder to concentrate. In the past, having many cuddle parties with the rats and him, but this was very different, being so closely intimate with no moves to escalation.

- Interrupting his work of looking over the new tour dates, sat on the living room couch late in the evening. Thinking it was time for dinner when you came to him only stopping from getting up when you asked.

- Confusingly agrees, only realizing what he agreed to when you sit down, hesitantly taking you in his arms, struggling a bit to go back to reading. When used to the loving action, he rests his head atop yours, tempted to fall asleep himself.

- A bit embarrassed if someone came across the sight, wanting to move in his seat, but warned not to by your stirs. After a few times getting used to being seen in such a tender position, even by sister, he still squirms a bit, but her smile reassures him.

- In the end, when sister comes in to call you both for dinner, she withdraws after seeing not wanting to interrupt, instead having one of his ghouls bring up some plates to your shared room.

Slipping out of the cold bed, sleepily waddling out of the bedroom into the living room, met the sight of Copia nose-deep in tour dates.

"Cardi," your voice turns his attention, slowly putting down the stapled papers with eyes that soften at the sight of you. "Can I take a nap with you?" quickly, nodding to your question, climbing onto his lap, lying against his chest.

Tangling up his limbs with yours, then planting a kiss on your cheek before finding a way to go back to reading smiling at the sound of your snores.

Lightly patting your back while reading along the lines, not hearing sister's heels echoing down the hall. Spooked by the sound of a knock and the front door opening, sister's head in the opening before quickly retreating, seeing the sight of you two.

-

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[ficandkaboodle]

I’m having a drive-by thought.

Specifically,

How Would the Papas React to Glow-in-the-Dark Condoms

Primo: He’s not impressed by it. You can’t tell if it’s the novelty of the contraception or if it’s because he has to wear one. Make no mistake: Yes. He’ll wear it, though. He’s just going to make sure he stays in you as long as possible so he doesn’t have to look at the thing. (Secretly, he kinda likes the glowing red rubber. He can pretend it’s blood and he’s got a bloody dick, never mind that the type of red is so cartoonish it could never pass for it. He’ll never admit it to you, but the regular condoms will just happen to disappear until you’ve used up all the red ones.)

Secondo: His face is stone cold, offsetting the intended heat of the bedroom. He either bought these in such a hurry that he somehow failed to notice, or he got them as part of a goody bag party favor gifted to attendees of DomConCon. Either way, he wishes you’d stop laughing and cooing at his radioactive schlong. He’ll try and spin it a sexy way, threatening to fuck you stupid so you can’t laugh, but it’s too late. He knows you too well to think it’ll end even if he leaves you thoroughly fucked.

Terzo: “WHOA, HANG ON, HOLY SHIT!!” You either bought them in a hurry or a ghoul grabbed a box on a trip to town for supplies. Whatever the case, Terzo is amazed. He’s swaying his hips, he’s helicopter dicking, he’s making lightsaber noises. He’s making godawful puns and jokes about his “one-eyed, big-horned fucking purple people-meater.” You’re frustrated at first because you’d been dying to have him all day and now everything is getting derailed because he’s inviting you under the covers not to join together as one, but to join together in fun — of looking at how his dick glows in the purple rubber. Pretty, soon, though, you’re laughing it up, too. (Don’t worry, you eventually get to have sweet, giggly sex. Turns out the condoms make for good emotional and mental foreplay.)

Copia: Copia is also caught off guard, but in a slightly less enthused way. “GAH!!” he exclaims in his little Cardi Way as he catches sight of his cotton candy blue cock. Talk about your blue balls! Meanwhile you’re howling, having waited all night to see him react to the contraception you purchased for your night in. Once he calms down, he’s a little marveled by it (“I didn’t even know they made em like this.”) He gives experimental thrusts, he uses those deliciously evil thrusts he does onstage. …And yes, he does lightsaber noises and misquotes Star Wars. He is, after all, related to Terzo. Once all and yourself are said and done, the post-but clarity gets to him and he’s a little shy. He makes sure to cover up the bathroom trash bucket with miscellaneous things so the soft blue glow of the used condom isn’t visible to him, otherwise he’ll blush.

(BONUS/BONE-US)

Nihil: It doesn’t matter if it’s old Nihil or young Nihil: He is amazed. He is Terzo’s father. He is poking at it and jokingly calling it his “Goldmember”. Wait until he hears about the scented condoms —

[ghulehunknown]

Waking up with Papa Headcanons 💤

The below contains Safe For Work headcanons! Gender neutral reader

This morning I woke up daydreaming about having a Papa in my bed and all the cute cuddling and pillow talk we’d do 🥹

Primo

He’s already awake and brushing his teeth by the time you wake up

He’s made you a cup of tea, waiting for you on the bedside table

Kisses you sweetly on the forehead and hugs you before he leaves for the day

Says you are welcome to stay in his bed as long as you want

Secondo

You wake up to his arms protectively wrapped around your body

He already woke up long before you did, but wants to spend as much time with you as possible and didn’t want to leave yet

Has time for a quick cup of coffee and light conversation while he gets ready

Kisses you before leaving

Terzo

You wake up to him planting kisses on your neck and face

Your limbs are all tangled together because he’s wrapped himself tight around you in the night

He can’t get close enough to you and agonizes about leaving because all he wants to do is lay in bed with you all day and do nothing but watch TV and talk

You’re the first one to leave bed; he keeps pulling you back for more kisses, no matter how much you protest that you’re running late (and so is he)

Copia

He’s still snoring but is sleeping on his side, cuddling you with his hand on your waist, drool coming out of his mouth

Smiles when he wakes up and sees you next to him

Spends most of the free time staring into your eyes and talking with you before getting ready

Pulls you in tighter when you get up, and lets out an exasperated groan. “So soon, tesoro?”

Nihil

Laying flat on his back snoring with his mouth wide open

It takes a while to wake him up

Complains about what terrible sleep he got while you lay on his chest as he rubs your back soothingly before getting up for the day

He’s very slow to move or get ready at all, unless he has an important meeting

[plethora-of-imagines]

Papa(s) and Valentine's Day

Primo:

Primo keeps things simple. Very simple.

He only celebrates it due to the commercialization of it, but he does give his lover a bouquet of flowers from his personal garden that he does not allow any siblings to take flowers from.

And he makes sure to spend some time with his lover while sharing a box of conversation hearts (which Primo actually likes as a candy)

Secondo:

Secondo thinks Valentine's day is stupid. Not because he is against displays of love, no- he is one of the people who thinks a day you are compelled to show your affection makes it performance and not genuine.

So he will have a date night with you near Valentine's day, but it will not be any different than a normal date night. But you don't mind since your normal dates are very intimate and romantic.

Flowers, jewelry, good wine, good food, and passionate lovemaking are constants in your relationship every week. So you don't feel any loss by not having an elaborate "Valentine's day date".

He does take advantage of the sales afterwards. Buying some candies and stereotypical gifts to use the next few weeks. Sometimes one can't help but fall into the cliché of giving their lover a stuffed animal

Terzo:

Terzo goes all out for Valentine's day. Wine, chocolate, fancy dinners. No expense is spared for his lover. He gifts you lingerie and dresses up himself as well.

When you return -both tipsy from your date- (that he did book months in advance) the bed is covered in rose petals and candles light the room.

Giggling and groping each other while engaging in some sappy heavy petting

Copia:

Copia asks his lover to be his Valentine a week in advance with one of those cheesy high school like notes that says "Be my valentine? Circle one: Yes or Yes".

The morning of he wakes you up with breakfast in bed, a box of chocolates, and fresh flowers.

He tries to spend as much time together as possible, but his work often gets in the way.

So he sneaks the Valentine's day cards that children exchange under your door, or has them delivered by his ghouls all day.

He planned for a candle lit dinner in his room, ordering takeout as a backup for if he failed to make something edible. When his paperwork makes him run late he ends up just using the takeout. But he puts it on the "nice china" (in my heart the "nice china" is zoopal plates, but imagine whatever you want)

Then a romance movie while cuddling on the couch and maybe a little somethin somethin can happen during it.