#Secondo x gn reader

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Oooh for the kiss prompts - “shut up (affectionately)” with Secondo. Maybe he admits he has a crush and his partner just keeps doing the “haha yooooou like meeeee” thing and he finds it adorable

I love this idea! Soft Secondo having issues expressing his emotions...yes, please.

Shut Up I secondo x gn!reader

~ Secondo had been avoiding you for weeks now and you were desperate to find out why ~

(gender neutral reader, angst followed by fluff, sfw just some swearing, 2,100 words)

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“Why do you look like you’re in pain?”

Secondo ignored your question but you could see him clenching his jaw even harder.  The poor man was going to crack his teeth at this rate.  He’d barely even looked at you since you’d arrived at the ballet, which was infuriating considering the outfit you were wearing.  It was new and expensive and just shy of being too revealing.  Everyone's heads had turned when they had seen you in it.

Everyone but Secondo’s.

It had been a trend the last few weeks, him ignoring you.  At first you thought you had done something wrong, but he had been insistent that you had not.  Those reassurances were the only words he had really been speaking to you though.  Secondo had been working later and later each day and it was to the point you didn’t even try to stay up.  After you had fallen asleep he’d sneak into the room, the room you had been sharing with him for months now, and would be gone by the time you woke up.

Anytime you attempted to track him down he’d always have a reason to leave the room.  A meeting, a phone call, a trip to town…his excuses were endless.  You’d finally resorted to trying one of his brothers, but Primo remained locked in his greenhouse and Copia was so busy with tour prep no one would let you see him.  That left you with Terzo, but anytime you managed to find him Omega would haul him away for one reason or another.  

At this point you were expecting the worst, that Secondo no longer wanted to be with you.  You wished he would just come out and say it though.  Not drag things on and embarrass you constantly.  He even sent one of his ghouls to invite you to the ballet with him!  You had debated on telling him no, because it wasn’t going to be an enjoyable night with him ignoring you the whole time.  Plus you couldn’t help but wonder that maybe he was giving you one last night of fun before he broke the news.

But instead of wallowing in your room and avoiding him you decided to just go.  The ballet would be a nice distraction and hopefully if he did decide to break things off he’d wait till you were in the car and headed back to the abbey.  It would also give you a chance to do yourself up and show him what he would be missing.  It was finally time to wear the revenge outfit that had been shoved in the back of your closet.  You were determined to make him regret giving you up.

Now here you both were in Secondo’s private box.  The balcony had the best view of the stage and privacy curtains along the sides.  A nice little hidden space to enjoy the show and when either one of you were in the mood, each other.  That definitely wasn’t going to happen tonight.  Secondo had been mostly silent the whole ride and had only offered clipped words when you did ask him anything.  Now halfway through the performance all he was doing was sitting there clenching his teeth and digging his fingers into the arms of the chair.  You were determined to remain silent yourself until you saw sweat beading along his brow and you decided enough was enough.

“Secondo, please.  You’ve been acting so strange, I need to know what’s going on.”  After he still wouldn’t look your way you sighed.  You felt so defeated right now.  You were going to lose the man you loved.  Taking a deep breath you grabbed your small bag and stood up.  “Alright, if that’s how you’re going to be then I’m done.  It’s not fair to me for you to treat me like this.”

You started to move around your chair and head to the door, but his hand reached out and clutched your elbow to stop you.

“No, please stay.”  When all you did was raise an eyebrow at him he seemed to deflate.  “Sit down so I can explain.”

Reluctantly you dropped back into your chair.  Secondo looked out at the dancers once again, not saying anything for several minutes.  

“Secondo you have thirty seconds to tell me what the fuck is going on.”

The clenching was back and he balled his hands up into fists on his legs.  You watched as he opened and closed his mouth a few times, but nothing came out.  No apologies, no explanations…nothing.  Fuck this.  Once again you stood up, jabbing a finger in his direction when he turned startled eyes on you.

“Ok fine, you want to be this way?  Well let me help you.  Let me say what you’re thinking because I obviously have the bigger balls in this relationship.  Former relationship.”

“Former?”

“Yes, Secondo!  Former!”  A muffled shushing sound came from the balcony to your right so you quickly lowered your voice.  “I know you’ve been trying to break up with me for weeks now.  It’s so obvious.  So I’m going to be the bigger person and do it for you.  Thank you for ignoring and humiliating me for weeks, the gossip mill will be talking about this for ages.”

“Former?!”

“That’s what I fucking said you emotionally stunted bag of dicks!”  More shushing from around you, but they would just have to fucking deal with it.  You weren’t done with Papa.  “If you don’t love me, fine.  But I loved you, I’ve loved you for so long, the least you could have done was break things off gently.  I never expected you to be this cruel.”

You groaned and reached up to wipe away the tears that had started to fall.  Secondo was looking at you with a dumbfounded expression on his face, one that you had never seen before.  Probably the first time in his life he’d been the one dumped.  Good.  You moved around your chair again, desperate to get away from him, but once more his hand on your arm stopped you.

“Secondo let me go, please.”

“No, I need you to look at me.”

“I don’t want to look at your stupid face.”

“Tesoro, per favore.”

Your own teeth clenched at his nickname for you, but you turned and looked at him.  Secondo slowly rose from his chair and you nervously looked him up and down.  Your heart ached at how handsome he looked.  A deep green three piece suit with a black silk shirt underneath.  No paint tonight, so you were able to study his face and then finally you worked up the courage to look into his eyes.

One a beautiful green and one a stark white, both gazing at you with such affection you wanted to cry.

“Secondo, what is going on?

“Ti amo.”

Everything seemed to stop around you, including your breathing.  Did he…did he really just say that he loved you?  His hands reached out for yours and he leaned down to drop kisses across your knuckles.  As his words continued to sink in you started shaking your head.  No, no there was no way he could.  Especially after how he’d been acting.  You tried to tug your hands away, but his grip was firm.

“If you love me, why have you been acting like an asshole for weeks now?”

He flinched and hung his head for a moment.  Around you the audience began to clap and you heard the music swell as a new scene in the ballet began.

“Tesoro, my darling, I am…not good with emotions.  You know this, si?”

“It was the first thing I learned about you.”

Secondo snorted lightly, shaking his head as he met your eyes again.  

“My feelings for you have been getting stronger and stronger for months now.  It was an odd sensation, tesoro.  I haven’t felt this way about anyone I’ve been with.  Ever.”  He took a steadying breath before he continued.  “I went to my brothers for advice, but that was…”

“A mistake.  Secondo, your brothers are idiots.”

That got a bark of laughter out of him and you rolled your eyes when another shush was sent your way.  

“Si, si they are.  They did try to help me though, in their own way.  Primo suggested a moonlight picnic in his gardens.  Copia offered to train one of his rats to bring you a message.”  You both chuckled at that, Copia had way more faith in his rats abilities than anyone else did.  “It was Terzo that suggested bringing you here.”

“And not a single person suggested just telling me?”

“No tesoro, they all suggested that.”

“Then why didn’t you listen?!  I’ve been worried sick this whole time about what was going on in your head, about what you were going to do!”  There was a light knock to the door of your balcony and you knew it was probably an usher there to complain about the noise.  You might as well just let Secondo have it if you were about to get kicked out anyway.  “Is it so hard to tell me you love me?”

“No, it isn’t and I will tell you as many times as you want me to from now on.”

“Then I don’t understand what the issue was.”

“Tesoro, mio amore, the issue was there was something else I wanted to talk to you about.”  

You looked at him, waiting for him to continue, your heart racing wildly at this point.  Secondo looked down at the floor right when the door behind you opened.  You turned to see an irritated usher stomping your way and you looked back at Secondo to see what he was going to do, but Secondo wasn’t where you left him a few seconds ago.

The man you loved was on his knees before you. 

“Secondo?”

You ignored the usher behind you, unable to take your eyes of Secondo as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box.  When he held it up you started to tremble, not really believing what you were seeing.  Not even a few minutes ago you had been prepared to walk away from him forever and now that’s what he wanted to give you.

“Tesoro, I am a stubborn, grouchy, spoiled old man.  I a–”

“Emotionally stunted.”

“What?”

“You forgot ‘emotionally stunted’.”

He let out an aggravated sigh but nodded and you grinned down at him.

“Si, fine.  I am emotionally stunted.  But I am here before you now, asking and willing to beg for your forgiveness.”  He opened the little box and your mouth fell open at the ring.  Ignoring his smug smile you tentatively reached out and touched it.  An emerald of the deepest green was set in between two sparkling black gems.  When you met his eyes again you knew he could see the tears gathering in yours once more.  “I am here to ask for eternity with you.”

“That seems like a long time.”

“It does, si.  But I think we’ll survive it together.”  He rose up from his knees with a grunt, throwing a glare at the usher that was still behind you both.  Secondo pulled the ring out of the box and reached for your hand, resting it right on the tip of your finger.  “Will you marry me, tesoro?  Even though I’m stubborn and grouchy?”

“Yes!  Of cour–”

“Even though I’m spoiled?”

“I said ye—”

“Even though I’m emotiona–”  You shut Secondo up with your lips, pressing your body against the front of his.  The kiss was slow and sensual, his tongue entering your mouth quickly to flick against your own.  You felt him slide the ring down your finger after a few moments and you slowly moved away.  He sucked your lower lip between his teeth and lightly scraped it as you pulled it out.  “Even though I’m emotionally stunted?”

“Shut up, I already said yes.”  

You looked down to admire the ring, watching as it sparkled in the lights of the auditorium.  Marriage.  To Secondo!  You were having a hard time wrapping your brain around everything that had happened tonight, in the last few minutes even!  It seemed like a dream and you leaned against his chest never wanting it to end.  A throat being cleared behind you startled you out of your thoughts and you turned around to see the usher that was still there.

“Congratulations to you both.  Now get out.” 

Secondo snorted against you and gave your hand a squeeze.  When you looked back up at him he was smiling, a smile that he reserved just for you.  

“Well amore, are you ready to leave with your stubborn, grouchy and spoiled fianc��?”

“Don't forget emotionally stunted.”  Secondo growled and rolled his eyes but you just giggled and leaned up to kiss him again.  “Of course I am.  Now shut up so we can go home.”

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Comfort time with the Papas

These are just little comfort headcanons that I came up with, this should be gn! reader because I don't mention any pronouns. I hope you like them Tony <3 All of these are romantic but if anyone wants a platonic or spicy version let me know. Please be gentle, this is my first Ghost fic. Enjoy!

Primo- With Primo, I imagine you two often peacefully coexist in his garden. Whether it be that he is teaching you how to garden and the differences in all of his plants, or you already know about gardening and he trusts you to help. These early mornings or evenings allow you both to just spend time together without having to fill the silence. You always make sure that he actually takes breaks and doesn't push himself too far. You guys only work for maybe an hour or so, nothing strenuous, and after you walk back to your shared rooms hand in hand. After you guys clean up, sharing sweet kisses or hugs depending on what you are comfortable with, he asks you if you want a drink. If you are a tea person, he makes you an absolutely lovely cup of tea ( from leaves that he grew himself, we love a girlboss). If you aren't a tea person he will make you anything that you want, even learn how to make your favorite drink. With your drinks, you cuddle either in bed with a good book or watch a movie that you both like.  All in all, you both enjoy a sweet calm evening after your long often hectic days. He always is generous with his affection, whether that be kisses and cuddling or letting you talk and being there for you physically and emotionally. Primo just wants his darling to be happy and healthy and will do anything to make that happen( even if you have to convince him to get a TV or any new technology in his room). He is simply grateful and honored that he gets to share these sweet moments with you and to let his heart be full of love and affection. Primo is a sweetheart and I just wanna kiss his forehead <3

Secondo- With Secondo, I imagine that he is used to filling his free time with carnal acts of all kinds, which is perfectly fine but we are not focusing on that today. I think that like his older brother, Secondo would crave domestic normalcy and would never pass it up. I imagine you found out about his hobby after he realized that you were interested in more than one night with him. I can see you finding his paintings and asking him if it would be okay if you joined him, and of course, he would want you to join him. He may be more stoic in some aspects than his brothers, but this man has so much affection to give you. Regardless of your skill level, he is going to treasure any and every painting you make with him. I can imagine him either keeping them in your shared room or creating a little gallery that he keeps on his phone( yes he has one but you might have to help him with it sometimes). After you guys have decided to finish painting one evening, you guys clean up and he offers to make you a drink. If you aren't a big fan of alcohol, he has different mocktails, Italian sodas, or anything else you would like. You two would probably cuddle up on the couch or in bed, either enjoying each other's company with a good book, listening to music, or maybe even a movie. Secondo is happy to share the evening with you in any way that you want. He simply just loves to bask in the sweet affection that you two share and remind himself that he deserves this love <3

Terzo- I imagine that quality time with Terzo can be many things. Like his older brother, he enjoys carnal acts, but also just existing together. I imagine that you two would spend some of your free time baking together. Terzo may be clumsy at times but he enjoys baking, especially if he has a personal taste tester. He would love to have you help him or just simply watch him enjoy his process. He loves to fill the time by asking you about your day, what you are excited or upset about, and anything that you would like to talk about. During all of it, he just has a sweet love drunk smile on his face. When whatever he was making is finally ready for you both to eat, he makes sure to give you the first bite, and he wants you to be honest about the taste, texture, and overall experience. He is extremely interested in your thoughts and loves to hear you in general. He always makes sure to take note of your criticism or praise so that if he ever recreates or remakes anything it is the same quality or better. After you two have shared your little treat, he likes to make you a hot chocolate. I know he might not seem like the type, but I know in my heart that he enjoys hot cocoa. Makes it from scratch every time and uses the same recipe that Primo used when he and Secondo were little. Adds any toppings that you like to yours and insist that he made it with love. You both cuddle and enjoy your delicious hot cocoa with either him reading you a book, you reading him one, enjoying some music, or a movie that you enjoy. He adores these evenings where you both can be yourselves, with no expectations or chores to do. You both just get to be close and love each other and know that you are cherished by your beloved Papa <3

Copia-  With Copia, I just have to mention his beloved rat babies. If you are in love with Copia I just imagine you spending the little downtime he allows himself to be with his sweet fur babies. You two are just sitting with them all, giving them the love, treats, and attention that each little cutie deserves. He loves this, he gets to not only decompress and relax with his Amore but he also gets to be with his beloved pets. The rats all have their personalities and love to run around you both, so happy that you are home. If you wear hoodies or =clothing with bigger pockets they love to crawl in and take little naps with their beloved parents because congratulations you are the co-parent to these little rats. After they have their food, cuddles, zoomies, and a few snacks they go back into their cage to rest and cuddle with each other. With your kids all in bed, you both get ready for bed yourselves. You either help Copia with his Papal paints if he hasn't already taken them off or maybe take a quick shower together or separately. Either way, when you both are ready to relax for the evening you grab some of Copia's beloved Juice boxes and relax in bed. Whether your evening ends with playing some video games, watching him play or you both playing, watching a movie, or just cuddling in bed before you sleep, Copia reminds you just how much he adores you. This is where he can let himself be Copia, not just Papa and he is so grateful that you see the real him. He loves to spend his evenings with his favorite person, all cuddled up and cozy in bed, knowing that he is loved and adored.<3

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I'm a Primo girl but here lately I've been loving Secondo fics

As a plus size girl with a big chest I humbly ask for soft Secondo cuddles??

Also working on my own first ever Secondo fic where he meets a female retail worker and she gets under his skin. She really wants to live him not just bed him.

Here's a little something for you!!

Secondo x gn!Reader skin to skin under the cut ♡

(content: 400 words of softness, implied plus size reader)

His even breathing softly caresses your skin. With his nose pressed to your sternum you can feel each exhale like a soft breeze as it meets the goosebumps that have already formed. Secondo hums, content to rest on the pillow that is your chest with your scent chasing each slow breath he takes.

You reach out to trace the sharp line of his cheekbone, following the curve all the way down to his jaw that is, for once, relaxed. He holds so much tension in his body but in your arms it dissolves, thawing like icicles in the warmth of a bright February sun. At your touch, he sighs deeply and nuzzles your skin, his fingertips following the line from your hip to your waist and back down. Unhurried, he draws a pattern that resembles an S, consciously or subconsciously marking you as his. Not that there is any doubt, not when your skin is pressed to his, when your heartbeats have long since synced and every breath you take is an echo of his own.

Secondo radiates heat, a body that never seems to cool down even if the man it carries used to shield himself from the warmth of the world around him. But as you uncovered what lay underneath his cool exterior, you found a heart so big that you could pour all of your love into it. You continue to do so every day and he absorbs it like a thirsting plant. 

As he notices you shiver, Secondo raises his head and wraps himself firmly around you. His hand squeezes the supple flesh of your hips before he presses underneath your shoulder blade, pulling your upper body against his so that you can feel the rhythm of his chest as it rises and falls against yours. His nose brushes the tip of yours and he steals a lazy kiss before he hooks his leg around the back of your knee to pull you ever closer. It is all softness, curves melting into valleys, two bodies molding to fit each other’s shapes until no air can fit between them.

You close your eyes and revel in that brilliant warmth of his. There is no need to hold on tight, no reason why he would slip away, and yet you bring your own hands to his back and slowly draw the pattern of your initial on his spine. Secondo hums once more, not letting go for a very long time.

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 The Papas and Copia and how they react to your compliments. 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 Compliments 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬) Cardinal Copia x GN!Reader, the paragraphs for the other Papas can also be interpreted as Papa x GN!Reader 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 No smut but mentions of sex in Copia's section so 18+ only, MINORS DNI 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 588 words. 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 My body is too warm and it's making sitting in front of my laptop uncomfortable so I'm using today to take a break from writing Mary fics. I've v briefly proofread this to make sure I don't use gendered pronouns or terms for reader but if I've missed any lmk! 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 𝐓𝐢𝐩 𝐉𝐚𝐫

When Primo receives a compliment from you, it’s usually waved away dismissively as he mumbles something along the lines of ‘you waste these words on an old man like me instead of one who would appreciate them more’. It doesn’t stop you giving them to him though, now written on a note attached to a new plant or flower you’ve bought for him to plant in the gardens so he can’t brush them off. He always finds you afterwards, lightly chastising you for being far too kind and generous to a man of his age. Every time, without fail, you press a kiss to his cheek and tell him to stop being silly. It makes him smile fondly.

Secondo pretends not to be affected by the compliments you give him. You tell him he doesn’t need to put on such an act around you, and yet he does it anyway. He grunts, muttering about how you’re exaggerating and trying to be modest. Your compliments are always accompanied with a pot of tea served with his favourite cups and saucers and a plate of amaretti biscuits that you’ve freshly baked that morning. Sure, he grumbles about being distracted from his duties whenever you enter with a tray laden with biscuits and beverages, but he makes sure to thank you before you leave every single time, lips pressed to your forehead in gratitude as he promises to thank you properly later.

Compliments between you and Terzo become a competition. You’ll engage in compliment combat each time you cross one another in the corridors, lashing one another with kind words and affection until one of you smiles or laughs first. It used to startle the siblings of sin when they passed you both in the corridor during these times but now it’s such a common occurrence that they merely shake their heads and chuckle before continuing on with whatever they were doing prior to encountering you both. Terzo has won more of these compliment battles than you have and you’re okay with that. Just getting to see him smile and bask in the affection you offer him brings you an endless amount of joy.

At first, Copia didn’t deal with compliments too well. Each time you complimented his outfit or his moustache or even something his office space he’d bristle, assuming you were making fun of him like your fellow cardinals used to before he became the frontman for Ghost. It took months of building up trust and friendship for him to realise that you were being genuine and honest, showering him with affectionate words and reassuring smiles. Lingering eye contact and the touch of an arm that lasted longer than perhaps was appropriate between the two of you became more and more frequent.

Eventually, the kind words and compliments you exchanged resulted in him bedding you. Featherlight touches exchanged between two cardinals pining after one another became caresses and kisses in places that had you arching your back, aching for him. Whispers and giggles became moans and whimpers as you explored one another’s bodies in the dead of night, sneaking around the cardinals’ quarters and other places in the abbey after curfew. Shared books passed to one another innocently in the library became an excuse to meet up there after hours and desecrate the librarian’s desk with your head between his thighs and vice versa. What had started out as acts of kindness turned into a relationship and sexual encounters that were etched into your memory long after they’d happened.  

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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: 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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

-

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is any grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩: @littlebitchsposts @urlocalfanficwriter

[theunholybastard]

-Theunholybastard's Masterlist-

Hey, Lovelies! 👋 Finally, I made a proper masterlist!

Here, I provide content for The Band Ghost, including all of the Papas, Sister Imperator, and Era 3, 4, and 5 Ghouls and Ghoulettes.

Though not all of my works are NSFW, my account is strictly 18+, along with most of my works. Minors are not welcome here!

Any works that are NSFW are highlighted in red. Any works that are SFW are highlighted in purple.

-Primo

-Oneshots-

Objectification (Papa Emeritus I x GN!Reader)

Sex Toys (Papa Emeritus I x F!Reader)

Spanking (Papa Emeritus I x TransM!Reader)

Morning Sex (Papa Emeritus I x F!Reader)

Handjob (Papa Emeritus I x GN!Reader)

Collaring (Papa Emeritus I x M!Reader)

Free Use (All Papas x F!Reader)

-Full Length Fics-

None so far...

-Secondo

-Oneshots-

Angry Sex (Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader)

Deepthroating (Papa Emeritus II x M!Reader)

Sensory Deprivation (Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader)

Pregnancy (Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader)

Public Sex (Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader)

Food Play (Papa Emeritus II x TransM!Reader)

Blood (Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader)

Free Use (All Papas x F!Reader)

-Full Length Fics-

None so far...

-Terzo

-Oneshots-

Titfucking (Papa Emeritus III x F!Reader)

Somnophilia (Papa Emeritus III x F!Reader)

Breeding (Papa Emeritus III x F!Reader)

Glove Kink (Papa Emeritus III x GN!Reader)

Quickie (Papa Emeritus III x GN!Reader)

Double Penetration (Papa Emeritus III x Omega x F!Reader)

Lingerie (Papa Emeritus III x F!Reader)

Breath Play (Papa Emeritus III x F!Reader)

Free Use (All Papas x F!Reader)

-Full Length Fics-

None so far...

-Copia

-Oneshots-

In Sync (Era 5 Ghouls x Papa Emeritus IV)

Pegging (Papa Emeritus IV x F!Reader)

Dry Humping (Cardinal Copia x GN!Reader)

Praise (Frater Imperator x F!Reader)

Voyeurism (Cardinal Copia x GN!Reader)

Virginity (Papa Emeritus IV x F!Reader)

Thigh Riding (Cardinal Copia x F!Reader)

Sexting (Frater Imperator x GN!Reader)

Threesome (Papa Emeritus IV x Cumulus x F!Reader)

Shower Sex (Papa Emeritus IV x F!Reader)

Free Use (All Papas x F!Reader)

Bad Day (Papa Emeritus IV x GN!Reader)

Secrets (Frater Imperator)

-Full Length Fics-

None so far...

-Nihil

-Oneshots-

The Good Ol' Days (Old!Sister Imperator x Old!Papa Nihil)

-Full Length Fics-

None so far...

-Sister Imperator

-Oneshots-

Hotel California (Young!Sister Imperator x Young!Mr Psaltarian)

Mary On A Cross (Young!Sister Imperator x Young!Mr Psaltarian)

The Good Ol' Days (Old!Sister Imperator x Old!Papa Nihil)

-Full Length Fics-

None so far...

-Era 3 Ghouls

-Oneshots-

Double Penetration (Papa Emeritus III x Omega x F!Reader)

-Full length Fics-

None so far...

-Era 4/5 Ghouls/Ghoulettes

-Oneshots-

A Heated Encounter (Mountain x Aurora)

Era 5 Ghouls/Ghoulettes Period Comfort Headcanons

In Sync (Era 5 Ghouls x Papa Emeritus IV)

Threesome (Papa Emeritus IV x Cumulus x Reader)

Rainy Evenings (Dewdrop x Rain)

Era 4/5 Ghouls/Ghoulettes Social Structure Headcanons

A Growing Pack (Mountain x Aurora)

-Full Length Fics-

None so far...

-

[circle--of--confusion]

Seven Minutes in Hell

Summary: Your friendship with Copia began in the small conversations on tour as a stagehand. Over time, you developed a crush and since coming back from the tour, you haven't been able to spend any time with Copia. An offer to join him with the ghouls for an afternoon leads to a game of Spin the Bottle. This might finally give you an opportunity to be alone with him, even for a few minutes if the spins go your way.

Paring: [Papa] Copia x GN!Reader

Words: 2.4k

Tags: fluff, mutual pining, spin the bottle/seven minutes in heaven

Read on AO3

Masterlist

It was a random Saturday afternoon of relaxing with the ghouls that turned into a rambunctious Saturday evening with music, laughter, and stupid card games. Some of Copia’s ghouls, the man himself, and you were all piled on to the couches and random chairs that could be found as you chatted and decompressed after an exciting tour. Your job as a stagehand meant that every day, for the past several months, there was no such thing as “calm”. From city to city, you and the dedicated crew worked your asses off to put on great shows for all of the devoted fans of the Ghost Project.

In the chaos, though, you all found comradery. The bevy of inside jokes that were formed will live on in perpetuity in group chats and no one will ever look at a ham sandwich the same way again. If someone says “I’ll be there in five minutes!” everyone will burst into hysterical laughter and end it with a breathless “you had to be there.” for anyone who wasn’t there.

One connection you are particularly fond of is the friendship you found in Copia. The supportive thumbs up and “break a leg”s before he went on turned into brief chats as you all traveled to the next arena. You discovered that he was… adorable. In-between the pervy yet endearing persona he put on while performing, he would spout frantic words of encouragement to the crew as he rushed around to get ready. You found him peculiar, but in a charming way.

You’d end up talking on the bus after everyone fell asleep. Neither of you could sleep after getting too amped up from the show. It would start the same every time.

“Good show?” You’d ask, wondering about the crowd.

“Yes! Good crowd.” Copia would respond.

And then the topic would change to whatever random thing that was on either of your minds. It was like you had to begin with that; your own personal version of “How are you doing” ”Good. And you?”

Over the many sleepless nights, you two talked about everything. Music, movies, random trivia, old stories from your past, silly jokes that one can only come up with while being so tired they can’t sleep. You’d mentioned how Ghost got you to listen to more metal and Copia would give the occasional recommendation of a classic group or song to try. Eventually the tour bus would arrive at the next hotel and the conversation would have to end. You would have to part ways as everyone walked down the hall to their rooms.

You plucked up the courage one time to ask for his number; strictly platonic reasons of course. Copia grinned as you swapped numbers but you never saw because your head was looking down the entire time to hide a faint blush. Very soon afterwards you discovered he loves sending memes and gifs over text. He revealed that he has a folder on his phone of reaction photos to keep on standby when someone says something funny. Primo loves it, Secondo thinks he does it too much, and he thinks Sister Imperator doesn’t understand some of them but she humors him because Copia’s her son.

In that span of time, you developed a crush. It makes you recoil at the fact that you have one as a grown adult but that’s the only word to describe the feeling you get when Copia’s hand brushes past yours as you pass one another in the hall. One of the few highlights of your days on tour was when you get to see him to say “break a leg!” and he pretends to act like he doesn’t know the meaning. His dramatic gasp along with an eyebrow raise and hand clutching his chest cause you to giggle every time.

You’ve debated whether it’s a good idea to ask him out; waiting for him to do it might take forever and you don’t have that time.  The idea that he might not feel the same way holds you back. It’s very hard to figure out if Copia likes you romantically or if he’s just being nice.

Which brings you to your current setting. Copia was passing by you in the ministry and asked if you wanted to join him… with his ghouls for the day. It hasn’t been awful! But you haven’t actually had some time alone with him like before when you were touring. You’d jumped at the opportunity but now are regretting it as one of the ghouls are now suggesting you all play “Spin the Bottle” with the now empty glass soda bottle they drank from.

“You can just spin it for fun.” Phantom says to anyone who may not be in the mood for kissing.  

And so you play along, the bottle occasionally pointing towards you where you have a kiss planted to your cheek or forehead. It’s your third turn when the bottle spins around and the opening stops to point directly at Copia.

“Oh…” You say, voice sounding small.

Copia scoffs playfully. “Well don’t look so sad about it.”

“No! I didn’t mean it like that.” You stammer. “We’re just friends, right? You don’t have to kiss me or anything.” Just friends ugh.

He laughs through his nose and extends out his arm. “Give me your hand.”

You hold it out across the table for him. Copia holds your wrist in place while he leans down to press a soft, too gentle kiss to the inside of it over your veins. You almost don’t feel it but it’s there, black smudge and all on your skin after he lets go. You hope he didn’t feel the rush of blood through your body as your heartbeat picks up. You were prepared for him to kiss your knuckles not your wrist. That spot is a bit more… intimate.

“See? That wasn’t so awful?” He smiles as you nod your head slowly and a few of the ghouls look at each other in that moment. Copia once said they could communicate telepathically and you thought he was joking but he may have been on to something.  

Attempting to carry on, you look down. “Alright! So now it’s my turn.” Your hand holds the bottle; spinning around and around it goes until landing on… Copia. Oh no.

“Ah! I see you wanted more?” He teases and you cover your face to hide the blush that’s formed. You lean over, meeting him halfway. Copia raises his hand for you to reciprocate a kiss on his. He’s wearing the same leather gloves he always wears and you’ve now kissed the soft and smooth material that haunts your dreams. Routinely you wake up to what it might feel like to have his non-gloved hands on you; wondering how he might feel while holding your hips or grasping your hands while you lay together in the evenings, recounting your day.

The action feels sinful even in this friendly context and you hope the deep red blush on your face isn’t too notable in the low light of the room. He held out his hand to you as if you were a devoted member of the clergy bending down to kiss a metaphorical ring. You sense a slight tremble from Copia’s end as your lips touch the leather and it pleases you just slightly that he seems overcome by the situation as well.

Copia coughs, nodding a couple times to himself as he looks down at the bottle. You look up at him and wonder how warm his face is underneath the paint and silently curse the crisp white and black pigment.  “Okie-dokie.” He spins the bottle and it points over to Mountain. Copia snorts and places a small peck to the side of his helmet.

The next few rounds pass with everyone swapping short, friendly kisses. You giggled as the bottle landed on you again and you leaned to your left to place a small smooch to Dew’s helmet. When your spin stopped, it landed on Copia again. The ghouls around you erupted in knowing “Ooooohhhh”s  

You look around at their smirking faces. “What? What are you all smiling at?”

“That’s the third time between you two.” Phantom says.

Cumulus giggles. “You know what that means? Seven minutes in Hell.”

“You can’t be serious!” You exclaim. You look over at Copia and he watches you, almost carefully. “Also isn’t it Seven minutes in Heaven”

“Them’s the rules, sweet cheeks. And this is a satanic ministry. So, Hell.” The ghouls laugh and Cumulus shakes her head, gesturing for you and Copia to follow her. She finds a closet nearby and opens it. The space is decently sized for the two of you and luckily there’s a light switch so you won’t be in complete darkness as the door closes.

Copia and you reluctantly walk in and once the door closes, you two look at each other with awkward smiles; there’s only a handful of inches of space between you.  

“I think this is the only alone time we’ve had since the tour ended.” You chuckle.

He shakes his shoulders as he blows a laugh through his nose. “Very sorry about that. I’ve had a lot of things to attend to since returning.”

You nod, the closet returning to silence for a few seconds.

“Would you-“

“I was thinking-“

You two nervously laugh before returning to silence.

“Uh, you first.” Copia offers.

You blush under his close gaze. “I was thinking… once you get some free time, would you want to spend some of that together? Alone?” You look into his eyes. “I like the ghouls but I miss the one-on-one time we shared.”

Copia smiles, nodding. “Yes, I’ve missed it too”

“What were you going to say?”

He looks into you with certainty, taking a breath before speaking. “Would you want to have dinner with me? Alone.” Copia grins, looking down to find your hands to hold them in his. “I’m sorry for neglecting our friendship once we all returned to the ministry. I want to return to the familiarity of seeing you every day.”

You could faint, you really could. The soft hold of your hands in his give you enough strength to stay up. “Would this meal be as friends or… a date?”

“It would be a date, tesoro.” He smirks as you let out a surprised breath.

Your head nods before you can realize it’s moving. “I’d enjoy that.” You smile and he grins back, eyes crinkling at the edges as he looks down to you. “Could I ask you another something?”

Copia nods. “Anything.”

You swallow the anxiety in your throat and rise a shaky hand to his shoulder. “Could I give you my kiss now? As the rules state: the spinner has to kiss the spinnie.”

Copia chuckles. “Where were you thinking?”

“I was thinking of your lips.”

“And just how often do you think about my lips, tesoro?” He squeezes the hand he’s still holding and you squeak.

“I’m not sure you really want that answer.” You both laugh. “Is that ok?”

“I say it’s great that you think about my lips, actually. I’ve thought about yours as well. Many times, at night after we had to part ways to our own rooms.

You shake your head playfully. “So, can I kiss you now? I think our time is almost up.”

“Please do, don’t let me keep you in suspense.” Copia winks.

Your hand on his shoulder rises to hold his face, thumb rubbing softly a couple times over his cheek before leaning up towards him while you close your eyes. And then it happens. You place a soft kiss to his lips, lightly pressing into him. The small touch between the two of you feels electric already and the beating in both of your hearts pick up tempo. His hand holding yours squeezes it again as you lean back from him after ending the kiss and removing your palm from the side of his face.

Copia lets out a small sigh as he keeps his eyes closed. You watch him, noting the smile before he opens his eyes to look deep into yours. “Good?” You ask.

“Good.” He breathes. Copia leans forward, touching his forehead to yours. “Could we do it again?”

“Yes, please.”

He pulls back and takes both of his hands to cradle your face in them. You both smile towards each other and he leans in, pressing his lips to yours with more energy. You kiss back, moving your lips with his as you each pour more passion into each other. Occasionally he’d pull back to bite down on your lip and you’d hum. You hold Copia to you, wrapping your arms around his waist to feel more of his body leaning into yours. He walks you backwards, pushing you up to the wall so he can feel closer and closer until there isn’t any space between the two of you. Soft hums of pleasure fill the small space accompanying the sounds of your kissing.

The door opens and the voice of Phantom cuts through your lovey haze, causing Copia to retreat from your lips with a huff. He rolls his eyes, briefly looking down at your lips to assess the damage. They’re a bit puffy and traces of his lip paint are smudged on you. He smiles, satisfied that a part of him has been left behind on you. You smile back realizing the smudging around his mouth is because of what you just did together and how now you will have gray smudges around your lips.

“Time’s up, you two! You can go now.” Phantom says, chipper.

Copia turns with a great annoyance on his face and looks up to Phantom as if he would return the ghoul back to the pits for interrupting his moment. “No. You go, now.” He shoos the ghoul away and closes the closet door, locking it.

You laugh, feeling light and happy, looking at his determined face as he turns back to you. “Copia! What are you-?”

“Making up for lost time, tesoro. I want to be alone with you for just a bit longer here before I take you to my room.” Copia smirks, leaning back down to continue the passionate kiss he had to leave a moment ago. You gasp into his mouth, wrapping your arms around him again and hum delightedly into him. Don’t let me stop you you think to yourself.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it :)

[ghostieboi1]

Papas and How They Love

No gifs belong to me

Papas x GN!Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Summary: How I think the Papas show their love that I can explain through other fictional character romances

Characters: Primo, Secondo, Terzo, Copia

Warning: Mentions sexual themes

Primo

Primo very much has an older fashion and style of showing his love for you.

He's a gentle lover, both in public and behind closed doors.

The best media example I could provide is Christian from Moulin Rouge.

He leans a bit more towards the shy side, he falls for you first but makes you fall harder with his care for you, makes you feel like you're constantly living a dream, acts a bit timid about intimacy until you've established a relationship, wouldn't know what to do with himself should something happen to you.

Primo is also definitely a kind of lover that always wants you near, would risk his own life if people considered your love forbidden.

He could live with you walking away from him, but if you died? He would never forgive himself.

Secondo

Secondo's love in intense in every aspect.

There's always a burning bubble of want and need between you two.

The best media example I can provide is the Phantom from The Phantom Of The Opera.

Secondo wants nothing more than for you to submit to him in every way, he may be a bit controlling but will let you do as you please if you push back hard enough, he will fight for your love, nothing could stop him from wanting you.

Some people fear you and some people admire you for dating such an intimidating man, but he gets a rush off that alone.

He would never do anything to harm you, not on purpose. However, should another person look at you with every intent of stealing you, they might go missing forever.

Terzo

Obviously, mostly everyone sees Terzo as a form of a sex magnet, but that's oddly not the case.

Terzo has a sweet way of loving you, the last thing he'd want you to assume was that he was just using you for his pleasures.

The best media example I can provide is Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas.

He might not notice you right away but once he does, every little greeting means so much to him, he's gentle with you and is nervous with you.

Terzo's never met anyone that's made him feel the way you make him feel, so he does everything in his power to let you know how much you mean to him.

He's even soft in the bed, contrary to popular belief.

He loves you. He wants you to know that.

Copia

When I tell you this man is obsessed with you, I mean it.

Whatever it is you desire, Copia will make sure you get it no matter the cost.

The best media example I can provide is Gomez Addams from The Addams Family (any version will do).

His love for you is overwhelming even to him, he can't keep his hands and lips off of you.

He's more sex driven than Terzo in a relationship but he is the bottom. Once you get him into the bedroom, he's consented to everything you want to do to him.

He can and will worship the ground you walk on, he'd even kiss it if people didn't think he was insane for it.

Copia does the hand to shoulder kiss thing too.

He will also always make you dance with him.

[ficandkaboodle]

Temporary Masterlist

This is until I feel I have enough content to justify just making one whole link in the header. Don’t question my reasoning — not because I’d be offended, I just genuinely cannot comprehend my own autistic rule-setting, I just go with it 🤷🏽‍♀️ I know it's all currently Ghost stuff but I do intend to maybe do other things. Ghost is just the predominant hyperfixation at the moment.

Headcanons:

Kids Love the Papas

Clumsy!Terzo

The Papas and Their Looks

Terzo likes romance novels

Copia is a Simp Like His Old Man

The OG Papas Weren't Killed But . . .

Why Copia Wanted to Be Papa

Terzo Feels Complicated About His Looks

Secondo's Drunken Doll Channel

Terzo’s Sweet Tooth

Actual Papa Terzo

Actual Papa Copia

Actual Papa Secondo

Actual Papa Primo

How the Papas Celebrate No Nut November

Copia Doesn’t Think He’s Handsome

Secondo Has Expensive Tastebuds

Van-Nihil-la

Terzo’s Sweet Dreams

Copia’s Family vs His Dating Life

Normal AU Where Terzo Becomes a Director

Does That Man Moan in Bed?!

NSFW Copia Thought

A-Nihil-ysis/Copia is in the Moment with You

The Eye is a Crapshoot

Terzo’s Favorite Christmas Song

No Glove, Still Love

Misc.

My Sorta Character Breakdown of Sister Imperator/Copia Imperator AU

Oneshots/Full-Grown Fics:

Vaginismus Series: Secondo x Fem!Reader

To your delight, you've caught the eye of Papa Emeritus II. But when he makes it clear he intends on keeping you, you're forced to confront some things you've neglected to approach him about. CW: References to the physical and mental pain vaginismus can cause; reader w/a vagina

Vaginismus Series: Terzo x Fem!Reader

Congratulations: Terzo is interested in you. Very interested. And even though you find yourself smitten, you can’t ignore one stinging truth: There’s no way you can make things work with the Ministry’s most amorous Papa. Experience has told you that. Now if only you could tell him yourself… CW: References to uncomfortable sexual matters; badmouthing from past lovers; the whole mental and emotional distress having a sexual dysfunction and leave you in; reader w/a vagina

Papa's Favorite Ghoul Series: Primo x GN!Reader

When a Papa ascends to their position, the assistance of ghouls is a necessity. In your case, you need them for the new project you've proposed. However, the Ministry's favorite ghoul, Primo, thinks both it -- and you -- are a waste of time and resources. Hopefully you can manage to sway his opinion? CW: Reader is referred to as Papa regardless of gender identity; references to Reader's mortality at the end

The Stroke of Midnight (Frater Copia x Fem!Reader) - NSFW

It’s New Year’s Eve, and you hope to achieve one thing: To get a kiss at midnight from your sweet new boyfriend. But when said boyfriend gets carried away with some rum, it looks like the kiss will have to wait. …Or will it? CW: Alcohol consumption from both Copia and Reader; drunken fooling around

[ramblingoak]

Hey friendo 💜 drunk (mutually / accidental) kisses with Papa II if you feel like it???

Indeed my friend, I do feel like it 💙

A Single Kiss

Secondo x GN Reader (gender neutral reader, fluff, nsfw but there's just some tipsy kissing, 1k words)

~ You need a very specific type of kiss from your Papa ~

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“Your eyes are meaty.”

The look on Secondo’s face was priceless, just pure bewilderment at what had come out of your mouth.  He grunted when you nearly toppled over again, letting out a string of Italian that you had no hope of understanding while sober let alone in your current state.  You did recognize the word for shoe and you obediently held each foot up so he could remove the tall heels you had chosen for the night.  When he chucked them down the hall you pouted, turning to go back and get them, but a quick tug on your hand had you spinning back towards him and pressed against his chest.

“We’ll get them later.”  You poked your bottom lip out more and plucked at one of the buttons on his waistcoat.  “You’ll break an ankle teetering around in those in your current state.”

“Someone will take them.”

Secondo snorted and shook his head.  He had forgone the facepaint tonight, opting for just a black upper lip like in his cardinal days.  Without the full paint it was easier to see his expressions, easier to see how he felt about you.  Things were a little fuzzy around the edges of your vision, but you were pretty sure he was wearing that fond look he got whenever you two were alone together.    

“Piccolina, who would take your shoes?”

“Terzo.”

Lucifer, you loved seeing him laugh.  He turned and wandered back down the hall to grab your shoes.  You let out a little sigh of appreciation watching him bend over to pick them up.  His perfectly tailored pants stretching across his ass and thighs.  

You loved seeing that too.

With your shoes in hand he returned to your side, slipping an arm back around your waist to keep you steady.  The walk back to his room went quietly.  He only had to rearrange your wandering hands a few times, quietly tutting at you when you whined.  How could he expect you to keep your hands to yourself when he looked like he did?  When he smelled like he did?  The urge to kiss him was always there, but right now it felt like if you didn’t you’d die.

“I think Terzo is too busy at his party to care about your shoes.”

“Secondo, come here.”

“I already am here, piccolina.”

You huffed and planted your feet as hard as you could trying to stop him, turning around to place your hands on his chest.  A single eyebrow rose up as he tried to figure out what you were doing.  Well, it should be obvious.  

“Silly Papa, I want to kiss you.”

“Oh really?  What’s the occasion?”

Ugh, why was his face so far away?  You gripped the lapels of his jacket in your hands and pulled yourself up on your tiptoes.  

“Your handsome face is the oc-occas…um,”  You squinted at his face, trying to remember the damn word when a wave of dizziness hit you.  Groaning, you leaned harder against him, your forehead falling to rest on his tie.  His chest vibrated as he chuckled and you hummed when he rubbed his free hand up and down your back.  The dizziness passed quickly so you leaned your head back to look at him again.  “I like your eyes.”

“Because they’re meaty?”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”  When he tried to gently nudge you forward you growled, planting your feet again.  “Papa no, we can’t move until you kiss me.”

“Ah, is that the price?  A single kiss?”

“Yup.”  Your lips popped on the ‘p’ and you grinned smugly at him.  “A good one, too.”

He moved the hand on your back to your cheek, lightly brushing his thumb across your cheek bone.  

“Aren’t all my kisses good, piccolina?”

“Yes, but I want a really good one.  Like…firm.  A firm kiss, Papa.”  

Secondo nodded solemnly, the look on his face making your heart do funny things in your chest.    

“A really good, firm kiss.  I think I can do this.”

“Sloppy, too.” 

“So demanding tonight.  Is there anything else?”

You scrunched your nose up as you thought about what else the kiss should have.  Your thoughts were so fuzzy it was hard to think about all the things that went into a kiss from your Papa.  

“Oh!  Tongue too.  Please.”

“Alright, I think I can manage that.  But after you’re going straight to bed, ok?”

“Yes, Papa.”

The sound of your shoes dropping back onto the floor echoed down the hall, but before you could protest their treatment Secondo was leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.  You had to cling to his jacket harder to stay upright, the force and passion behind his kiss tough to handle after all the colorful drinks you had at his brother’s party.  Secondo’s lips tasted like the bright pink concoction you’d foisted on him before he’d insisted you both leave.

You opened your mouth under his when his now free hand moved to your ass and his fingers dug into your flesh.  Secondo began to nip and suck at your lips before slipping his tongue inside your mouth.  Both of you groaned as the kiss deepened, your tongues flicking and rubbing against each other’s.  Secondo’s mouth dominated yours, his movements practiced but still full of passion.  When the kiss finally slowed and he began to pull away you whined, trying and failing to follow his mouth as he leaned back.  He shushed you, making you pout up at him.  

“Now, now.  I think I did everything you asked, si?”  You reluctantly nodded, but continued to pout.  He rubbed a thumb along your swollen bottom lip and clicked his tongue.  “It’s time for bed now, that was the deal.”

“Can there be more kisses?”

Secondo smiled gently and nodded, leaning in to press a quick kiss to the tip of your nose.  

“I will always have kisses for you, piccolina.”

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[silverofthunder]

Secondo (Papa Emeritus II) x GN!Reader

🔞 MDNI 🔞

summary: There wasn’t coldness or softness – it was more like ’you know how this goes’. That’s how it had been ever since you two had started to sleep together.

content: 1.2k words, gn!reader, smut, hurt/comfort, romance, Google translated Italian (so mistakes are possible), NSFW

Oh gosh, I did it, I actually wrote a bit of smut. It's been years since I've done that and I wasn't supposed to do it now but my hands... slipped. A part of me is kind of proud that I stepped out of my usual zone but I'm also scared to publish this. But here we go...

You were again in Secondo’s bed, the man holding you in place by your hips as he thrusted into you while his lips were devouring your neck, mouthing along the line of your collarbone. As his lips traveled up to your neck, his teeth scraped your sensitive skin and a low, breathy sound escaped from your lips as he reached the spot right under your ear.

Your skin felt burning hot, the thin layer of sweat covering your body, your nails digging into Secondo’s back as he sped up and you could feel yourself getting closer to climax. Secondo’s moves were on the right side of roughness – just how you liked it. It was easy to get drunk on that feeling – him holding you firmly, kissing you like he owned you.

Secondo murmured something in Italian and your hazy mind could only guess what he was saying. However, his low, throaty voice made you melt, your heart pound in your chest and you whined as he quickened his thrusts even more. You could feel your hands start to shake, nails scratching Secondo’s back and it only took a few more thrusts before you came, your back arching, moan echoing in the room as your orgasm tingled through you.

Secondo finished inside you only a moment later with a low grunt, his thumbs pressing into your hips and a part of you hoped they would leave a mark on your skin, even a faint one. But you knew there would be no marks.

And then, way too soon, became the slight chillness as Secondo pulled away. You resisted the urge to reach out and pull him close, instead you opened your eyes and saw Secondo standing beside the bed, looking at you. His face paints were slightly smudged and the look in his eyes made your heart sting unpleasantly. There wasn’t coldness or softness – it was more like ’you know how this goes’.

That’s how it had been ever since you two had started to sleep together.

Slowly you got up from the bed, your legs feeling a bit jelly, and you did your best to ignore the feeling as Secondo’s cum leaked out of you. It made a mess while you gathered your clothes and you grimaced when you finally put the clothes on. You knew you had to leave, though you didn’t want to. It had been months – you weren’t sure how many exactly – since this all started and along the way you had realized that you wanted more.

And it seemed that you were the only one wanting more.

Secondo had covered his lower body with a towel, still looking at you as you stepped closer to him. He had looked always a bit intimidating to you but it was a part that made him intriguing. His eyes never left yours and you reached out to touch his arm, a move you knew was a bit risky. However, Secondo didn’t pull away yet his brows furrowed and you bit your lower lip.

”Why are you doing this?” you finally asked. Secondo let out a sigh, moving his gaze to the side, and for a fleeting moment he looked a bit pained. Then the usual, unreadable expression was back and your heart leapt in your chest.

”Go,” he said.

This time you weren’t having that. You weren’t going to leave until you got some answers.

”No,” you said, trying your best to keep your voice steady. ”I don’t want to be treated like this anymore.”

Secondo turned his gaze back to you, shaking his head.

”You’re too good for me,” he spoke quietly.

You blinked, not quite sure what Secondo meant by that. Surely it couldn’t be…?

”How so?”

With a long sigh, Secondo took a hold of your hand, removing it from his arm but keeping your hands joined. You studied Secondo’s face and it seemed his features had now softened. His expressions were always kind of hard to read and while it could be annoying as hell on some moments, it was still one of the qualities that was fascinating.

”Because you’re still with me,” Secondo answered. ”You still keep agreeing to this all even though it hurts you.”

You let out a small, desperate laugh-like noise.

”Yes, it hurts, but this seems to be the only way I can have you. Or at least a part of you.”

Secondo shifted, lifting his free hand up and for a moment he seemed to think what to do with it until he hesitantly settled it under your chin. It made your heart ache and you had to close your eyes to fight back tears. This was new – Secondo hadn’t been like this before. He hadn’t wanted any physical contact after the sex nor had he talked much after either.

”I haven’t much to offer to you,” Secondo said, a hint of sadness in voice.

You opened your eyes, meeting Secondo’s gaze and it was enough for the tears to flow. The usual hard edge had disappeared from the man’s eyes, replaced with something much softer. Longing, maybe, and fear. Your heart ached even more and it felt hard to breathe.

”I wanted you close, but…” Secondo paused, sliding his hand to your cheek, using his thumb to brush away your tears. ”I didn’t want to get too attached.”

”But you did,” you managed to say and Secondo nodded, offering the faintest of smiles.

”Mi dispiace,” he said, now cupping your face with his both hands. ”I hoped that if I kept being… distant after, it would be easier for me. But it wasn’t.”

You hummed, lifting your hand to Secondo’s bare chest and giving him a light shove.

”Oh, you foolish man,” you said affectionately, running your fingers through the hairs on Secondo’s chest. ”You should know that you’re very lucky that I like you.”

Something that resembled a smile passed Secondo’s lips again.

”See? You’re too good for me.”

You cocked your head to the side, leaning more into Secondo’s touch.

”I haven’t forgiven you yet.”

”I know,” Secondo stated, leaning closer and pressing his lips against your forehead. Your heart fluttered at the sudden act of affection – it was such a huge contrast to the atmosphere that had been between you a moment ago.

Somewhere deep down you had known that there was this softer side in Secondo, too.

”Can you finally let me in?” you asked, pushing Secondo gently a bit farther and tapping his chest, knowing he would understand what you meant with the gesture. This all had become a mess due to fact that you hadn’t communicated properly and it had caused you both to get hurt.

”You already have me,” Secondo said, his voice soft, and you knew it was a promise. That everything would be okay eventually.

With a sigh you wrapped your arms around Secondo, burying your head in the crook of his neck and breathing in his scent. It was comforting to finally have this, the closeness you had longed for every time you had been with Secondo.

”I’m sorry,” the man then whispered, voice thick with emotion this time. You hugged him tighter, pressing a light kiss on his neck. Secondo let out a light gasp, his hands settling on your sides, squeezing them gently.

And then you finally heard the words you had wanted to hear so many times before.

”Per favore, resta con me.”

[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

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[earthry]

Papas and an Accident Prone Reader (Headcanons)

sfw, gn!reader x papas, fluff/comfort

Primo

Sympathetic and a little cheesy.

“Oh Tesoro, did you injure yourself again? Come let papa kiss it better, si?”

Gives you a herbal salve for bruises that he made himself from his garden.

Gently kisses your injuries before putting bandaids on, claims that it’ll heal faster that way.

Does worry a little about you, and will consciously make adjustments in his life for you. Notices that you bump into that table corner a lot? He’ll figure out a way to round it off or just get rid of the whole table itself if he deems necessary. Trip over a cord? There’s now cable organizers and they’re neatly tapped up so you can’t trip anymore.

Secondo

Usually amused that you manage to bruise yourself so easily.

Seems exasperated about you getting hurt, acts like it’s a pain to have to carry around first aid kid all the time.

Except he always carries a mini first aid kit with him whenever you’re together. You never have to ask him to carry one and he’s never not had one with him before after he started finding out how accident prone you are.

The first time you have an accident that isn’t so minor, however, you find out just how much he cares with how scared he is for your safety. He hovers and won’t stop until he knows you’re okay.

Terzo

Just as accident prone, if not even worse.

You guys giggle over it and the give the ghouls heart attacks.

You honestly trip over each other sometimes.

Occasionally you’ll bang your head and IMMEDIATELY after, Terzo will too.

Everyone thinks you’re both doing a bit or trying to be funny but you’re both just really unfortunate.

You share wild injury-stories with each other. 

Copia

Anxious bean, worried about you 24/7

Each time, no matter how small a injury might be, he gives you full attention on treating your injury.

Worries like a mother hen.

Would wrap you up in bubble wrap if he could.

Much like Primo, will actively make changes to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.

Practically babyproofs the ministry after he finds out accident prone you are.

[da-rulah]

“Your too sweet for me” with SOFT Secondo. Like I’m talking so sweet I have to invest in dentures

Tooth-rottingly sweet? Gotcha. Here goes...

Secondo x gn!reader

You weren't sure what you were expecting - not a lot, if you were honest - but it certainly wasn't this.

Celebrating your first anniversary, you'd thought perhaps a nice meal or flowers would be as far as Secondo would go. But walking into his chambers at the agreed upon time that evening, you were stunned to find the largest and fluffiest looking pillow fort you'd ever seen.

His armchairs had been moved around and draped with sheets to create a soft cocoon, the sofa cushions laid out and covered in pillows and blankets to turn the floor into one large bed. The whole room was lit up in a soft glow of candlelight, and one of his records was spinning on his turntable creating an atmosphere that immediately invited you in.

"Secondo?" you called out to him, but he was nowhere in sight. Suddenly, you saw his feet backing out from the fort he'd built, followed by his legs and that wonderfully perky ass of his before he stood up and smoothed out his shirt.

"Amore, is it already 7:30? Mi scusi, I was not prepared..." he stepped towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a singular, lingering kiss to your lips.

"Not prepared? Look at this place, this is so cute..." You were in awe, taking it all in.

Secondo had taken one tiny little memory you'd told him about months ago and run with it. You'd told him about how your father had used to build you pillow forts for special days like birthdays, somewhere to hide away after the end of a long day of parties and activities. It was a safe space he'd created for you to unwind, knowing how easily you'd find yourself overstimulated by so much going on. This really was one of the sweetest things Secondo could have thought to do for you.

"Well, it is our anniversary, no? I wanted to do something nice," he told you, his lips twitching into an almost smile. Even now, he was stoic and stone faced. Only you could ever make him crack.

"You're too sweet for me," you smirked, booping his nose before you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Sweet?" he seemed offended, although of course, not seriously. "I am many things, amore, but 'sweet' is not something most would use to describe me." You giggled at that.

"No, perhaps they wouldn't. But I know you better than that. Sweetest. Papa. Ever." You punctuated each of those three words with a peck to the lips.

"I am not 'sweet'," he protested, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "Take it back."

"Never."

"Take it back," he warned playfully. "Or face the wrath of my dark side."

"Ooh, that sounds exciting too..." you teased, biting your lip and standing up on your tiptoes to nuzzle your nose against his.

"Get in the fort," he demanded in a low, seductive voice, "I'll show you exactly what wrath looks like."