#papa 3 headcanons

[aroaceleovaldez]

Nico referring to his mom as "Mama" implies he most likely at least used to refer to Hades as "Papa" and i 100% headcanon he still does but mostly in the manner of him having the entire Underworld wrapped around his finger for being the baby of the family

[blackbird5154]

In this Meliora era interview, Tobias suggests that Terzo has a nicer personality than Secondo because he had a better mother.

I like to imagine that Terzo had a caring and supportive mother who instilled in him good manners and respect for women. He is definitely the more empathic of the two brothers, maybe due to this. I also like to think that he became responsible and inclined to protect the weak because he was the only male around his mother, whom he cared for.

I also found this post on the official Instagram. Whoever this woman was (Tobias' mother?), she was very proud of her son.

[xxsugarbonesxx]

retired!Miguel rambling

🩷 I love domestic Miguel he is my everything

i guess this is head canons??? idk i just wrote what i thought felt right lol

mostly fluff, some smut, no gender is specified for reader,

though it doesn't go into depth, pregnancy and pregnancy sex is mentioned so read at your own risk 🩷

MINORS DO NAWT INTERACT!!!!

Miguel is naturally warm, his skin is so soft and warm. He smells like firewood and citrus, trust. In the winter you’ll lounge over his body like a seal on a rock in the sun. In the summer, you drag the kiddie pool from the back and fill it up. Dipping your feet in the cold water while you two watch the kiddos and dogs play in the sprinklers. 

He makes chunky babies. If you have the ability to get pregnant, most people will assume you’re having twins ‘cause how big your tummy is once you’re with child. But you just got one chubby little babe in there, and then they’re born with a whole head of their papa’s coffee colored curls. 

Piggy backing off the previous: once he gets out of his office in the Spider Society, leaving the Spider Man role behind, he’ll gain some weight. He’ll get that daddy pooch/dad bod going down, his pubes thick and curly. A whole forest is growing under his pudgy tummy. He doesn’t think shaving is that important once he’s settled down and has his kids but is willing to shave if that’s what you prefer. 

He did do the thing where he shaved his face completely to show the baby when they were around five months old. Popping out from behind the corner to show the babe his clean shaven face with you filming it. It all ended with all three of you crying and snuggling with the baby once they started sobbing and screeching since all they’re tiny life they’ve seen their daddy with a neat, salt and peppery beard.

And if you CAN’T get pregnant, (whether you’re amab or infertile) bro will be going at it with you like an ANIMAL. He’s got fat breeder balls, full of hot, sticky cum to pump into your needy hole. Once he’s cum, he’ll give one last thrust, nice and deep into your gummy walls. Plugging his semen deep inside you, keeping it there. After care in this instance is nonexistent, since he falls asleep on top of you, still deep in your guts.

He just likes touching you, if you’re alone in the car, waiting at the red light. His palm travels up and down your thigh absentmindedly as his eyes bore into the stop light. (He wears those glasses that turn into sunglasses when he goes outside, argue with the wall) Maybe he’ll get brave enough or the light still hasn’t changed for awhile, his hand will dip under your shirt, his thumb pad playing with your soft nipple until it hardens.

As long as you’re alone, he’ll have his hands on you. Six times out of ten it leads to actual sex.

I don’t think of him as a god in bed really, he’s just a guy. He’s gonna do what he thinks you and him are gonna like (what you want will always be top priority for him I know it) Acting on lizard brain, he’s gonna do what he’s gonna do without much thought beforehand. He couldn’t edge you to save his life, if you’re whining or crying, he’s just gonna let you cum, he just can’t say no to you. :(

Foreplay is always important to him though, mainly just because I want him to rub my back, I think he’d go for the whole massage thing. Spending a good amount of time rubbing and massaging your shoulders, back and cunny/cock. His hand is so big, he’d be able to grip the space between your thighs with one hand no issue. Rubbing back and forth until you cum from his hands alone. He likes to have you cum at least once before he’s actually inside you. He’s a gentleman after all. :))) His favorite positions are full nelson, side fucking, doggy style (I will die on the hill he’s more of an ass then a titties man I don’t care!!!) and face sitting.

If you can get pregnant, pregnant sex is even more tender and loving. Usually taking brakes to pepper your body and face with little kisses. 

@cupcakeinat0r wrote a tasty yummy fic about growing old with Miguel, and I’ve had that stuck in my brain since then. Around his forties, Miguel’s really mellowed out. He’s not as a perfectionist or cold and irritable as he used to be. Having kids has helped him calm more, having a more relaxed approach to problems now. Then his quick to anger, slow to calm back down personality when he was acting as spider man. Getting married and having kids has helped him realize that he doesn’t have to be the tough guy in the room. Though his kids are just as stubborn as him now. 

I love the domestic potential of Retired!Miguel, you two having a song, that’s your song as a couple. Cooking dinner together for your little babies. Having a show you two watch an episode or two of after putting kids to bed. Sitting on the couch, your legs over his lap, drinking wine with a kids movie on as your makeshift date night. 🩷

[kabukiaku]

the more I look at Bela Lugosi the more I go: well shit man Terzo is a near exact replica of him, complexion wise. I mean yeah, he was the inspiration for Terzo right? if you guys ever have trouble wondering how he'd look without facepaint, look no further than Bela 🖤

Those eyebrows. So intense. I haven't seen Dracula, but I definitely will now. I've been curious of this man since I've gotten into Ghost and noticed these similarities. Also, just a headcanon of mine, but I can see Terzo having a big crush on this man, and probably has him plastered on his bedroom walls.

this just ties into my whole terzo is a film nerd headcanon too.

[cityofmeliora]

honestly i think Terzo being so disappointed by everything all the time is only *partly* because his life is kinda shit. the other part is because he simply has the type of personality where nothing is ever good enough for him. it's the unhealthy side of him being a perfectionist and a big dreamer.

i think his two modes are:

setting himself up for disappointment by imagining / hyping up the idealized version of something in his mind and then being upset when the results are... realistic

being very critical and unable to think about or look at anything without thinking about how it could be better / improved

i think his depression as Papa was him finally learning to lower his expectations kinda, but it just makes him really frustrated and sad. he's like "nothing is ever the way i want it to be. i cant have nice things."

[can-of-pringles]

Sad headcanon: Copia listening to the older Ghost albums when he misses his brothers

[da-rulah]

Welcome to my masterlist!

All fics are tagged by main characters involved and rated either sfw or nsfw 18+.

Under 18’s please respect these ratings.

Trigger warnings are tagged in the posts.

Full Length Fics

Confessional. [NSFW 18+] As a sister of sin, it was your duty to confess at least once a month, to have your sins praised by a higher up member of the clergy. But you only ever chose Thursday nights, when you knew he was on duty. And tonight, you were working up the courage to confess your darkest sin - the dreams you had been having..

  > Read on Tumblr (3 Parts)   > Archive of Our Own

Rituale Septem. [NSFW 18+] Your faith is shaking; 16 years at the Ministry, and what did you have to show for it? You’d never even heard the Dark One’s voice like your Siblings… But what could you do? Well, you could ask the advice of the one person chosen to guide his flock through adversity; Papa Emeritus III. And he has an idea that might work… Terzo centric fic, but smut pairings include Copia in the *bold* chapter highlighted below.

> Read on Tumblr (8 Parts, Part 6 for Copia) > Archive of Our Own

Heads Will Roll. [SFW] Copia is waiting on the new Papa V, anxiously awaiting their arrival. He's not sure what he expected, but... It certainly wasn't him. > Read on Tumblr > Read on AO3

Headcanons/Drabbles

Copia teases reader with dirty talk... [NSFW 18+]

Copia stress relief [SFW]

A plus-sized reader's first time with Copia [NSFW 18+]

Copia's rats interrupting your night together... [NSFW 18+]

Copia receives a love letter from his crush... [SFW]

Surprising Papa on tour... [NSFW 18+]

Copia comforts you after a traumatic nightmare... [SFW]

Reader is suffering with the memories of past trauma... [SFW]

Reader finds out they're unexpectedly pregnant... [SFW]

Copia gets jealous... [NSFW 18+]

Reader tells Copia about their childhood trauma... [SFW]

Copia's s/o loves writing, and Copia loves them. [SFW]

Reader falls asleep in Copia's Latin class... [NSFW 18+]

Copia gets jealous... [NSFW 18+]

Reader gets harassed when out with Copia... [NSFW 18+]

Copia is bullied by a Brother of Sin. You stand up for him... [NSFW 18+]

Copia gets jealous when your Christian ex-boyfriend shows up... [NSFW 18+]

Copia gets possessive when a rumour about him spreads while he's on tour... [NSFW 18+]

Full Length Fics

Rituale Septem. [NSFW 18+] Your faith is shaking; 16 years at the Ministry, and what did you have to show for it? You'd never even heard the Dark One's voice like your Siblings... But what could you do? Well, you could ask the advice of the one person chosen to guide his flock through adversity; Papa Emeritus III. And he has an idea that might work... > Read on Tumblr > Archive of Our Own

Creatures of Habit. [NSFW 18+] Every week was the same; the same Sunday routine you'd had for as long as you could remember, lost in the pages of books that sported characters of women like yourself, finding that perfect balance between acquired and self love. But soon come the winter months, and along with it, a strange new face that became a part of your routine. A man, whose self-worth reflected that of your own, forced into seclusion, hiding from the humiliation of forced retirement. You find yourself enraptured by the mysterious man, and somehow, allowing him to become a part of your very own weekly ritual... > Read on Tumblr > Archive of Our Own

In Cold Blood. [NSFW 18+] Solitude had always appealed. Perhaps that’s why you took on this project… The thought of transforming a dilapidated old Victorian farmhouse into a sanctuary of your own, to live in peace and the romanticisms of a gothic home you fell in love with. After the structural integrity of the house is replenished, you fill your days with DIY and decorating, bringing to life a house that had been frozen in time and left to rot for decades. You could enjoy the solitude of the land already, a few miles outside of a town plagued by disappearances and a fear of the dark. But you couldn’t escape the news of more missing people, nor the strange occurrences happening around your new home. Were you imagining things? Or was there indeed a shadow haunting your sanctuary? > Read on Tumblr > Read on AO3

Headcanons/Drabbles

Terzo HCs (in the style of Confessional)

Full Length Fics

Rubenesque. [NSFW 18+] Retirement had its perks. For Secondo, one of those was being able to spend much more time on the things he enjoyed. And there were only two things he truly enjoyed these days; art, and you. Although if you asked him, he’d insist that they were one and the same. So how would he react when he learns that your peers are mocking your sinfully gorgeous body, and you're struggling to love yourself? > Read on Tumblr > Archive of Our Own

Come Home to Me. [NSFW 18+] No one ever thought to question why Papa Emeritus II was such a bitter man. People assumed it was a product of his upbringing, of the pressures being an Emeritus brought him. But they had no idea that years ago, he was a completely different man. A man that you so easily fell in love with... > Read on Tumblr > Archive of Our Own

Learn the Ropes. [NSFW 18+] Secondo likes to be in charge. He likes to be in control. But you'd always wondered what he might do if one day, you decided to flip the script, and take charge for him... > Read on Tumblr > Archive of Our Own

Rituale Septem. [NSFW 18+] Your faith is shaking; 16 years at the Ministry, and what did you have to show for it? You’d never even heard the Dark One’s voice like your Siblings… But what could you do? Well, you could ask the advice of the one person chosen to guide his flock through adversity; Papa Emeritus III. And he has an idea that might work…

Terzo centric fic, but smut pairings include Secondo in the *bold* chapter highlighted below. > Read on Tumblr (8 Parts, Part 5 for Secondo) > Archive of Our Own

Headcanons/Drabbles

Secondo cuddles after a hard day... [SFW]

Secondo gets jealous... [NSFW 18+]

Full Length Fics

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Headcanons/Drabbles

Bishop Primo decides to pick some red roses... [SFW]

Full Length Fics

None. Yet...

Headcanons/Drabbles

The Papa's Kinks [NSFW 18+]

Papas holding their newborn for the first time... [SFW]

Papas reacting you reader crying during/after sex [NSFW 18+]

The Papas and their technology skills... [NSFW 18+]

The Papas and the Halloween costumes their s/o makes them wear [SFW]

Reader asks Papa to keep his robes on... [NSFW 18+]

Papa's comforting a reader on their period [SFW]

Papa's catch reader sneaking out to go to a party... [Hints at NSFW 18+]

Papa's comfort reader who's losing her faith... [Hints at NSFW 18+ in the overall post]

How the Papa's dominate you [NSFW 18+]

Papa's and their thick-thighs S/O [NSFW 18+]

The Papa's make their S/O squirt for the first time... [NSFW 18+]

Full Length Fics

Rituale Septem. [NSFW 18+] Your faith is shaking; 16 years at the Ministry, and what did you have to show for it? You’d never even heard the Dark One’s voice like your Siblings… But what could you do? Well, you could ask the advice of the one person chosen to guide his flock through adversity; Papa Emeritus III. And he has an idea that might work…

Terzo centric fic, but smut pairings include Ghouls in the *bold* chapters highlighted below. > Read on Tumblr (8 Parts, Parts 3 & 7 for Ghouls) > Archive of Our Own

Headcanons/Drabbles

Swiss wanted to try Papa's batwings... [SFW]

The Ghouls catch a cold... [SFW]

The Ghouls go to an escape room... [SFW]

Ghouls holding their newborn for the first time... [SFW]

The Ghouls and their technology skills... [NSFW 18+]

The Ghouls reactions to an easily flustered reader... [NSFW 18+]

Full Length Fics

The Mayor's Daughter. [NSFW 18+] Mary knew the entire town hated him; the metalhead with the freaky make up and fake blood dripping down his face. He was the local menace, the town vandal, the cliché trouble maker. He played up to that image, enjoyed the havoc and the chaos, revelled in it. He loved pissing people off. And so, what better revenge to get on his beloved town, than to fuck around with the Mayor's daughter…

> Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 > Archive of Our Own

Headcanons/Drabbles

Sexting with Mary [NSFW 18+]

Jealous Mary headcanons [NSFW 18+]

BDSM Activities with Mary [NSFW 18+]

[vpyre]

77. “do you like it when i touch right here?” for copia and anyone of your choosing

Hehehe hell yeah >:3

From now on (I say as if I haven’t been doing it already lmao) I think I’ll just default to a reader insert when there isn’t a character specified, if that’s alright with y’all!

Copia sucks in a small gasp, lips parting ever so slightly, head falling back against the headboard with a quiet thunk as you slide your hands slowly and deliberately up the bare skin of his thighs. His cock twitches where it lays, stiff and already leaking, on his stomach. A longing whine quavers in his throat.

“Amore-“

You gently knead at the soft flesh of his inner thighs and he cuts himself off with a blissful little hum. The sound sends a pulse of warmth tingling through your veins to pool between your legs, thick and sweet like honey. He was too precious; it was going to be the death of you one day. He’d make that sound, look at you with those soft, lovestruck eyes, and you’d simply melt away into nothingness.

“Yes, il mio piccolo?” you croon. He blushes faintly at the endearment, looking away bashfully.

“That feels really nice,” he murmurs shyly, and his flush darkens. You can’t resist, not when he’s being this sweet. Gently, you slide a finger under his chin and guide his face to yours, capturing his lips in a kiss so slow, so tender it aches. He whimpers softly, and you open your mouth as if to taste it. He follows your lead, parting his lips eagerly to let your tongue slip inside. You lick leisurely into his mouth, tasting the sweetness of the peach wine from earlier that has been left, forgotten, on the nightstand. Your tongue rubs up against his, and he moans so wantonly, you know your underwear is done for.

Humming with pleasure, you pull away so you can tell him how good he’s being, but he lets out a pathetic whine and leans forward, chasing after you in a desperate attempt to keep your lips on his. You huff affectionately and put a hand on his chest, holding him down. He looks so lost and forlorn it’s almost comical, even as it tugs painfully at your heartstrings.

“Aww, baby! I’m sorry!” You cup his face in your hands and stroke your thumbs over his cheekbones. “I was just about to tell you how lovely you are. You were doing so well, I wouldn’t punish you for that,” you reassure him. He nods, looking up at you with wide eyes brimming with devotion. Fucking hell. Those eyes spark something in you, a surge of heat that ignites a wild hunger.

You yank him into another kiss, this one ravenous and insistent. Licking into his mouth with fervor, your tongue curls over his teeth and tangles with his tongue. Your muffled groans mingle with his needy whimpers and you feel his hands scrabble frantically at your back. Twining your fingers in his hair, you reach your other hand down to wrap around his cock. He jerks and keens into your mouth, all high-pitched and squeaky, and you have to pull back to catch the breath he just stole from you with that perfect little noise.

“Do you like it when I touch right here, sweet thing?” you pant, rubbing him torturously slow, drawing out a breathy moan from his kiss-red lips.

“Y- yes, tesoro,” he gasps. “Fuck-”

He bucks his hips, and you can tell he’s not gonna last long. Your hand is already slick with his pre and he’s red in the face, utterly ruined with just a few strokes. God, he’s pathetic. And so fucking cute.

“Oh, my sweet boy. You’re so fucking pretty. So good for me. So fucking good,” you groan, pumping your fist up and down as he squirms and thrusts desperately into your hand; short, sharp cries filling the air. His hips jerk and stutter and jolt; his brows furrow, his eyes scrunch shut, his hands fist in the sheets. His movements are erratic and frenzied, his moans and gasps and cries are getting louder and louder and-

A wail bursts from his throat and you watch, breathless, as thick, white ribbons of spend paint his stomach. You slow, but keep stroking until his euphoric little “ah!”s fade to quiet sighs of pleasure and relief and he relaxes, eyes fluttering shut, going boneless from exertion and satisfaction.

You sit there while he recovers for a second, drinking in the sight of him like he’s water in the desert. He’s gorgeous like this, worn out and covered in his own release, and you wish you could stay here, in this moment, for the rest of time. Just looking. Just adoring.

He blinks lethargically at you, probably wondering why you’re so quiet. But when he sees how you’re looking at him, his eyes soften and he smiles that achingly beautiful smile. The one that only you get to see. The one that tells you more than any words ever could. He reaches for you, and you scoop him into your arms and hold him close, pressing gentle kisses to the top of his head.

[mymomtheghoul]

mother has new headcanons!

1. Swiss smells like electricity and 7-11 pina colada slurpee (partially my suggestion)

2. Phantom smells like skittles and froot loops

3. Rain is a shockingly good cook

4. Mountain is also good at cooking, but he only makes breakfast food

5. Terzo is more of a city guy then a beach guy

[copias-girl]

The way Copia whispers “I love this game” makes me wanna give him the sloppiest, sluttiest, most mind-altering blowjob. Like I wanna suck this man’s dick so hard his lungs collapse

[thedemonofcat]

During an unusually lengthy winter at Kaer Morhen, they decided to host an Easter egg hunt, resulting in the most fiercely competitive hunt ever witnessed.

Lambert and Eskel engaged in intense fistfights over coveted eggs, while Aiden and Coen sprinted with fervor to claim them first.

Yennefer relied on her magic to summon eggs to her, while Ciri utilized the opportunity to hone her tracking skills, cunningly pilfering others' baskets.

Geralt took it upon himself to guide Jaskier to the eggs, as the bard grew despondent over his inability to find any.

Vesemir, the instigator, found himself somewhat regretting the chaos he had initiated.

[blackbird5154]

My head has been generating a lot of theories about Terzo these past few days.

Many indicate that his mythological prototype is Lucifer, and he is replaying his path of the fall. Lucifer rebelled against his father and was thrown from heaven.

What if Nihil remained in charge even during the reign periods of his sons and his opinion was to be reckoned with? But we all know what kind of ruler Nihil is.

Merliora's theme is a world of absent God and man's ambitions in it. What if Terzo pushed aside Nihil and tried to rule himself? So at the end of the era, Nihil came back and "threw him out of heaven". Next comes the Prequelle - thematically, the era of the Lord's punishment.

Of course, this still involves Sister Emperator, who was clearly the grey eminence behind Nihil's back. It was convenient for her to control the will-less Nihil, but it was undesirable for her that Terzo would interfere in their duo by taking power away from her obedient puppet.

Judging by the way Terzo had placed his hand threateningly on her shoulder in one of the Summonings, he had gotten to her as well. He knew she was the real source of decisions in the Ministry. Thus, he had created two enemies for himself at once: Nihil and Sister.

You know the rest.

[kabukiaku]

altar server boys. 𐠒✨

ramblings below:

I got so many angsty thoughts revolving around the young emeritus brothers dealing with their abusive/absent father.

You have Secondo who just accepts the hardship, abuse, and constant pressure. He's become numb about it, but it still very much affects him internally. He just doesn't display it so much, not in front of others that is. He bottles it up to stay strong for his younger brother.

Then you have Terzo, the youngest, who is struggling to deal with the abuse and to stay faithful to his religion, he does not want to be a part of it. (this only grows stronger as he's older. you can even SEE in his song lyrics about his feelings towards religion and control of the masses.) And being the more free-spirited brother certainly does not mix well with Nihil. The number of times I think he and his father argued, resulting in some messed up stuff happening HURTS my soul. These two deserved better. hell, all three brothers.

I think we can all agree that the only true paternal figure they had was in fact, Primo. It was Primo, who was the only safe haven they had </3

anyways ramble over I love them so much I want to hold them gently in my hands.

[c0nfettix]

Made the kindergarten girls in papa Louie pals 😭

(and Felix, my fav girl!/j)

[fablexdreams]

So Lionhead makes Logan and the HoBw look extremely similar to Reaver, to a near eyebrow-raising point, and we're just expected to what? NOT assume he's the father? NOT make up our own stories about what happened to Reaver and Sparrow after the end of Fable 2? What does my Spreaver-loving self look like to these people? OF COURSE I'm gonna write fanfics about Daddy Reaver. Who's gonna stop me? Peter Molyneux? Yeah, right. He'd find a way to make that damn acorn tree he promised in the original Fable and then actually make the Hero Weapons useful in Fable 3 before that would ever happen. Tsk tsk.

[da-rulah]

Hello lovely!!! I am so glad that you are back! Hope that you had a pleasant trip to Amsterdam (even if it was for work hehe but you have to earn that coin somehow I guess). Is Amsterdam pretty? Never been there myself so you have to let me know🖤

About that ask🌚

How would the Papas react if you asked them to wear their Papal robes (like the ones they used for the rituals) for sexy times? And for Copia please if you could do it with the military jacket+vest it would be awesome (I might have an unhealthy hyperfixation with that outfit hehe)

🖤🖤thank you🖤🖤

-SR🐀

Hey lovely! Amsterdam was exhausting, 5 days of conferences when you have the social battery of an iPhone 3GS isn't ideal, but I love the city so much and it's always such a pleasure to go back! (I have pics on my insta here if you wanna see hehe).

Onto the ask... Papas in robes, but Papa Copia in his Military outfit. I can absolutely do that. Let's fuckin GO.

18+ beyond the cut, MINORS DNI!

Primo

He wears his robes daily, that's just him.

In his old age, he's a very gentle lover. The feral beast in him has not been seen for quite some time, but you don't mind.

It's better than him overexerting himself and slipping a disc in his back again...

One evening, you're enjoying another night in with your lover. Some gentle kisses and heavy petting...

He moves to remove his robes that he usually neatly folds on the armchair in the corner of your bedroom, but you stop him.

"Would... would you keep it on, for me?" you ask, biting your lip.

You almost see his white eye sparkle...

That man unleashes whatever feral beast he'd kept under lock and key for so long.

He had you on every surface, in every position, cumming over and over again that night.

"You can give your Papa another, no?"

He's never used his title to dominate you before, but when you slip up and call him Primo just once, he spanks your ass and reminds you just who is fucking you.

The adrenaline keeps him going, but his joints protest the next morning...

Secondo

He acts a little precious about it when you ask him at first.

"You want me... to defile my robes? To sully my sacred attire?"

You almost feel guilty for asking, "Forget it, I shouldn't have asked…"

But he grips your chin, forcing you to look at him.

He makes you beg. No way will he do anything in these robes without you begging. On your knees, worshipping your Papa.

But truthfully, he's more than happy to oblige.

Man has a corruption kink and it is going BRRRRRRR...

"Good girl/boy... Worshipping your Papa with your mouth, eh? And you'll swallow my unholy communion, every drop I give you..."

The messier he can get his robes the better...

Cum stains, sweat, arousal, spit... They are filthy when he's done with you.

Part of the whole ordeal? He makes you wash them by hand, standing over your shoulder to remind you that's what you had done. It was part of the shame, the degradation of it all.

And you would soon do one more, time and time again...

Terzo

You don't need to ask him. He sees it.

When he's performing any ritual, any mass... He sees that look on your face, notices the squirm where you sit in the pews.

Usually after a mass, he'll hang the robes up in his office and head back to your quarters in the suit he wears beneath them.

Until one night, he doesn't.

He comes to you, still dressed in his robes and mitre. He doesn't miss the look of shock and the whimper you emit when you see him stood in the doorway to your bedroom.

"P-Papa...?" ... "Papa's here, tesoro. And he needs you..."

It's quite embarrassing how easily he can read you, honestly. You realised you must have made it so obvious you wanted him in his robes and it makes you shy.

He stalks over to you slowly and backs you up against the bed until the backs of your knees hit the mattress and you fall to your ass below him.

He parts his robes and you see he's completely nude underneath, already hard.

"Spread your legs for your Papa, tesoro..."

Copia - The Military Outfit

After his fitting for tour, Copia comes home with the final products and you beg him to show you them.

He flashes the sequins of his red and blue jackets at you, shows off the shirt with those flared cuffs and the batwings specially made for him.

The last of his outfits, was The Military Outfit.

Your jaw dropped when you saw it. How majestic he looked, how powerful...

The lace up trousers were so tight on his thighs... The waistcoat hugged his chest, the squared shoulders of the jacket giving him an aura of power.

You stepped towards him without a word, and he looks so confused.

You trace the embroidery on his waistcoat, fingertips grazing over each of the gold buttons on either side of the jacket, playing with the dangling fringe on his shoulders...

"Cara, are you okay?" You haven't spoken in..." he checks the wall clock, "7 minutes..."

Your eyes snap up to look at him, painted like he would be onstage, and the butterflies in your stomach make themselves known. Violently.

"Fuck me." You state it plain as day. His eyes widen.

"Eh?"

"Fuck me. In this. Now."

A darkness descends on his face and he's gripping your hips to pull flush against him as his lips smack against yours. You didn't have to tell him twice.