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kabukiaku · 2 days
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papas & omega at the beach....wonder what they're looking at :p
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*Zenith sighed as he flopped into the bed, eyes closed and tucking his arms behind his head, sighing again.*
..horns suck.
- @prime-mover-zenith
Mhm...
*he muttered, sitting on the bed, struggling to stay awake.*
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lilchopin1 · 1 day
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secondo as a dad
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mdemorita · 15 hours
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today, 11 years ago, in 2013, the Year Zero mv was released for the first time‼️
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dewymorningstar · 3 days
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Daily Dose of Daddy Secondo
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drapopia · 1 day
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hard day's work
pairing: papa emeritus ii x reader
warnings: some small mentions of getting hot and heavy, the usual mention of secondo and the reader having a healthy sex life
summary: For a man who boasts of a plush king sized bed, Secondo surely loves falling asleep in an armchair with a good book, to the despair of his back the next day.
word count: 1.4k
authors note: whoa buddy, here's another ghost drabble! i have a hard time with secondo's personality, especially in softer, domestic spaces. i just hope i've done a sort of okay job? with time comes improvement! hopefully ya'll enjoy it, feedback is highly appreciated! :)
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The room is silent, save for the hum of the central heating and the occasional flip of a page. 
Well, it’s almost silent. Secondo sits in the corner of the room in his armchair made of lush velvet, a dark green that stands out against the muted gray robe he wears. You can see the slow rise and fall of his chest, his head reclined back against the chair at an angle. You can tell that if you don’t wake him soon, he’ll wake up tomorrow with a grumble and a hiss, and you would have to rub the knots from the base of his neck with a coo and a kiss. Not that you mind, but you don't want him in pain, even if he enjoys the feel of your hands on his sorest spots. 
His hands rest on his lap, the book he was reading was slowly but surely slipping out of his hands. His breath is still light and even, a far cry from the usual deep snores he lets out when he’s checked out for the day. From your spot on the loveseat across the room, you can see his nose twitching in the cold air. Although being curled up in the fleece blanket on the couch is appealing, the thought of leaving him in the cold, even while dozing, makes your heart twinge in distress. How many times had he roused you from your sleep after a long movie, picking you up gingerly and tucking you into your shared bed? You couldn’t count, you couldn’t help but feel comfortable around him. You always had, even when you first entered the Ministry. 
With a sigh, you pull yourself up from your sitting position, walking as quietly as possible towards him. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you got closer to him, standing beside and gazing down at him. His face was bare of paint, his eyes only holding a small smudge of black at the tightest corners of his crows feet. His nose was still twitching with the rise and fall of his chest, his breath light and slow. As quietly and gently as possible, you reach for his book to pull it from his loose grasp. Your hands close around it, and mark it to keep his place. Turning it over, you inspect the cover with a small smile. He was re-reading Crime and Punishment. You had teased him many times about it, how he would scoff and roll his eyes about his distaste for older Russian literature. How he felt it went on and on, was repugnantly repetitive, self pitying and obnoxious. But here he was, turning the pages once more of a book he ‘despised’. 
Shaking your head, you turn towards him once more and place your hand on his cheek. You feel the harsh contours of his face, thankful that you couldn’t feel any tension in the apples of his cheeks. This week had been hard on him so far, and it was only Wednesday. You had found him earlier in his office when you stopped with a teeny-tiny quick pick-me-up espresso. While he had thanked you with a kiss and a light squeeze of your hand in his, you had seen the way his shoulders remained bunched with tension, how his hands had a tremor as they held the tiny cup in his hand. And now here he was, as docile as the lambs he spoke of in his captivating sermons at Mass. 
Leaning forward, you press a kiss to his cheek and pull away a fraction, noticing the way his eyelids twitched and his small mustache scrunched up. Smiling, you pepper kisses on his cheeks, as delicately as you can muster. A soft huff of breath hits your neck from where you’re positioned. 
“Cara, what are you doing?” He murmurs, a ricochet of heat hitting your stomach at the deliciously rich timbre of his voice. A large hand, free of his gloves and comfortably warm, hits your hip. You pull back slowly, meeting his gaze as he blinks his syrupy eyes to clear the sleepiness. 
“You know you can’t sleep here, you’ll be groaning all day tomorrow. This armchair doesn’t look all that comfortable, to be quite honest.” You whisper softly. 
“That’s what you think.” He says quietly, the corners of his lips barely noticeable and curling into an almost imperceptible grin. Secondo was more permissible, a tad bit more open when he was slowly slipping from sleep. His eyes held a softness, his words losing their bite. And while you loved the cold charm of him in the day, it always made your heart skip a beat to see him so delightfully unguarded when he woke to the sight of you. 
You pat his chest softly with your hand, raising up with a soft puff. “Come on, we’ve gotta get you into bed.” Your lips turn up at the corners at his small huff of exertion, extending your hands in an inviting gesture towards him. He slides up the armchair, stretching out slightly as he grabs your arms to pull himself up with a groan. And just as he rises from the chair, his arms come to wrap themselves around you, gazing down at you. 
He looks at you, a fond smile on his face. Without the guards of papal paint or his sunglasses, his face was so kind. So much easier to see the way the creases on his forehead melted, the way his eyes crinkled with barely concealed adoration. “Shuteye? I suppose we could.” He rasps, leaning in to press a kiss against your lips. HIs accent was deliciously thicker in the throes of sleepiness, and you felt the hair on your neck rise. 
You return the kiss, your lips moving in a well practiced synchronicity. But unlike the passionate nights you shared and the lascivious words he would whisper in your ear with no shame, there was no heat behind the kisses you were exchanging now. Even as his hands curled behind your back, tracing the curve of your spine with dedication and reverence. You smile against the kiss, breaking it as you pull back. 
“Come on,” you whisper and press a kiss to the tip of his nose before he could scoff in mock distaste. “I’ll warm up the heating blanket, maybe give you a back rub? Read you some more of that delicious Russian literature you like so much?” You say teasingly, grabbing his hand and walking towards your large bedroom the two of you found respite in every day. In each other's bodies, words, and simple gestures. 
“I hate Dostoevsky, you know this.” He grumbles, ambling beside you to wrap his arm around your waist and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek as your feet hit the plush carpet of your room. 
“Of course, of course. And that’s why you fell asleep with it in your hands.” You smile, rolling your eyes. You reach the bed, pulling back the duvet. Slipping in with a sigh, you pull the covers up to your neck and nestle in, much like a rabbit in its burrow. 
Secondo slips off his robe, completely naked. Before you can admire him, he slips into bed beside you and pulls the covers over himself. Maybe tomorrow you can catch a quick peek, but for tonight, you'll be content with the heat of him beside you.
“I had to bore myself, send myself off to sleep, no?” He leans back against the pillows, gesturing lackadaisically for you to lay against him. You shuffle closer to him, his warmth a soothing balm to the unease of the day. 
“Just come curl up with me instead, problem solved.” You murmur, and Secondo chuckles at your comment as he leans over to flick off the lamp on his nightstand. 
“What do you think it is we’re doing here, amore? I want you here with me, not the dreadful pages of a self pitying bastard pouring his heart out.” He says softly, his eyes falling closed. Papa is still tired, the rise and fall of his chest becoming more even. Your hands reach out instinctively, patting his tummy with as much care as possible. 
“That almost sounds like an ‘I love you’, Secondo.” You say quietly, the tease barely noticeable under your exhaustion, feeling your own eyes slip closed under the weight of the darkness over you both. His hands pull you closer, his chest hair a cushion on your cheek. 
“I do love you.” He says softly, the soft silence around the two of you relaxing the both of you quicker than you’d like to admit. “Now shush, amore.” He says firmly, but with no bite. You smile to yourself, and all you hear is the soft breathing of your Papa, your best friend beside you. 
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doodleshrimps · 2 days
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"I won't go on if I'm boring you But do you understand my point of view? Do you like what you hear, what you see And would you be, good for me too?" ------------ Based on a screencap from Evita (1996) I just really like that one song,,,,
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rotdistressxox · 11 hours
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Headcanons: How the Papas treat you during your time of the month ♡
!nsfw undertones, afab body parts mentioned (obv)
Primo / Papa Emeritus I
• Knows when it starts and when it ends, he keeps a very close eye on those types of things. He even reminds you when it's coming up
• Has the most experience with this type or situation from the rest of his brothers because of his age.
• VERY Understanding
• Always there when you need to cry. Will try his best not to get on your bad side or tease you that often
• Constantly reassures you about your emotions.
• "My love, it's okay to be upset about (insert sort of dumb reason to be upset)"
• Washes your clothes when you accidentally get blood on them, you are NOT doing any physical labor on his watch.
• Will run you a nice bath with rose petals picked from the ministry garden.
• Will also read you your favorite book while you're in said bath.
• Gentle touches on your arms as he looks you in the eye to distract you from cramps.
• Spoils you rotten with kisses and whatever else you desire~
• Offers to give you other means of relieving pains. Wink wink
Secondo / Papa Emeritus II
• Is also very experienced with this
• Wanna talk about spoiled rotten? THIS MAN WILL GET YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT ON THE SPOT
• Use his body as a heating pad, especially his hands.
• The master at giving lower body massages to help soothe your pain.
• Kisses kisses kisses. He plants them everywhere when he senses that you need him.
• Will drop everything he's doing just to be with you for the day if you request.
• As the biggest and physically strongest papa, he will not hesitate to carry you anywhere if it gets that bad.
• Whispers romantic poetry in your ear while you take recovery naps.
• Also doesn't want you doing too much work, he'll send a Ghoul to watch after you whilst you do your daily tasks when he's busy.
Terzo / Papa Emeritus III
• Prepares your bed. Propped up and fluffed pillows, your favorite texture of blankets folded right there for you. Unless, you'd like to spend the night with him ;)
• The least experienced out of all the Papas. His experience with lovers have been great in quantity but low in quality as they're all usually 1 night stands or short flings. Until...he met you.
• Of course he knows what a period is, but he struggles at first with not knowing what to do for you.
• Gets the hang of it very quickly tho
• Flowers and more flowers. Surprises you with a new bouquet everyday of the cycle.
• Wants to make you laugh and smile as much as possible, so expect a bunch of corny jokes.
• Is that a frown he sees?
• "What's the difference between a glass of wine and an erection" "I dunno?" "You're not giving me a glass of wine right now" "PAPA-"
• Is gentle as possible with you, doesn't want to overdo the affection. Because let's be honest, on a normal day he'd be sneaking you passionate kisses every few minutes
• Expect your favorite dinner every night for the next few days, he's pretty good at cooking.
Copia / Papa Emeritus IV
• Even if you feel gross and ugly, you are still currently the sexiest thing ever to him. And he will definitely remind you of that.
• Does research on what to do, makes special plans for the both of you.
• Please, he also needs reassurance that you're okay. Otherwise he's going to be sweating his paint off worrying about you.
• Also a corny joke teller, they're more like dad jokes though.
• Gets food delivered for you. Unlike his brothers, he's a threat to the kitchen and not allowed anywhere near it.
• "Um...aha.... what size" gulp "what size- pu..ssy, do you wear?"
• Honestly he wants to know about what it's like experiencing it. So he always asks questions and is willing to learn more.
• Accidentally calls you his little ketchup packet, it made you laugh so hard that he thought you stopped breathing.
• Kisses and snuggles into your lower abdomen, he reallyyyy likes it when you're a little bloated because it provides extra cushion
• Literally melts when he sees you in your pajamas, cuddled up to a heating pad, and eating whatever.
Psst heyyy, thanks for reading my first post <3 ❤️
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bribinart · 5 months
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this guy am i right
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mardyart · 4 months
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my gift for u this year….. shirtless peepaws
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gabitzart · 4 months
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Old men~
Commission for @/marrieart on Twitter
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kabukiaku · 12 hours
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PAPA PRINTS ARE HERE!!!1!1 🖤❤️💚💜💙
excited to finally have my art available as prints. And it definitely won’t be the last.
Available on my kofi shop 💟
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foxybouquet · 7 months
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*Sigh.*
Fic writers.
No one in Italy calls anyone “dolce.”
“Dolce” means the adjective “sweet,” or the noun “dessert.” I am Italian. Google is lying to you.
If you need some terms of endearment to be spoken by your Satanic Italian Cardis and Papas, here are a few:
GENDER NEUTRAL:
Amore - love
Tesoro - treasure (this is common but lovely)
Bene mio - my happiness (endearment)
Schricchio - “squeak” (cute endearment)
FEMALE:
Any of the GN, and
Bellezza, or Bella - Beauty
Dolcezza - this is what most of you mean by ‘dolce.’ It literally means “sweetness,” but is the properly used endearment.
Principessa - princess
Piccola, or Piccolina - little one
Cara - darling (feminine)
MALE:
Any of the GN, plus
Bello - handsome
Caro - darling (masculine)
Fusto - hunk, stud, etc. (endearment)
Principe - prince
Cucciolo - puppy (cute)
THIS IS NOT AN EXHAUSTIVE LIST, THERE ARE A LOT MORE TERMS
I hope this helps☺️ —Now, if you need slightly smuttier terms, I can do those, too. 😁
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leodanbrock · 2 months
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GHOST the Papa's starring in an 80s horror film anthology.
insp: x, x, x / temp
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tasty-ribz · 2 months
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First day at a new job
with his biggest fan🥺♥️
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dewymorningstar · 21 hours
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Daily Dose of Daddy Secondo
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