#Secondo aesthetic | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

her-satanic-wiles · 7 months

Text

October 3rd

Hate Sex, Papa Emeritus II x Catholic!Reader

Masterlist

Words: 3.4k

Warnings: Hate sex; mean dom!Secondo; virgin!Reader; catholic!Reader (for now); degradation; piv; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it); semi-public sex; corruption kink; cunnilingus; multiple orgasms; dubcon; choking; breeding kink?; cum eating (because I’m a slut for it okay? I’ll see you in the goddamn parking lot); vaginal sex; loss of virginity;

🔞 MDNI 🔞

Your father becoming the Pope was not something you anticipated, but it was definitely a dream of his. As his daughter, you had your own responsibilities to the church that you had to maintain, as well as making sure your father’s reputation and standing in the Catholic church remained good and respectable.

You had made it your mission to save as many souls as possible, but only one you had given up on. He was the second son of a man named Nihil Emeritus - a lowly man who called himself Papa and claimed to be the anti-Pope for the Satanic Church. The leader of the opposition. His second son, known simply as Secondo, was cardinal to his father, and was a real piece of work.

You had, in previous years, tried to show him the way of the light, the way of the Lord. But he would always counter you with ridiculous quips and notions about Him that made your blood boil. How can one person be so blind to the rulers that oppress them as much as Satan did? How can they follow a beast so blindly and stray so far from all that was pure?

Constant talks between Satanic and Catholic churches would happen to set specific boundaries both physical and spiritual, but once a year, the Vatican and the Ministry would meet to set an example to followers on both sides - though everyone hated these meetings and wanted them to end, it was important for your church to be seen at the very least converting the dark ones with kindness and love that our Lord had shown you and taught you to be.

This year, for the first time in a hundred years, the Ministry were to host the talks and you were nervous to say the least. You were uncomfortable entering such a sinful building, filled with demons and lost souls, covered in pentagrams and statues of the Devil. As you walked through the white marble halls, you clutched onto your crucifix necklace and prayed quietly for the Lord to keep you safe.

Outside, they had a press conference and photo opportunity. Your father and the blasphemous Nihil had their pictures taken together, shaking hands and pretending to engage in important conversations for the sake of the press, before the rest of the churches were invited to take photos together like a NATO Summit. He was placed next to you.

His ungodly mismatched eyes hidden underneath layers of thick, black paint making him look like a bald panda. Not a single hair underneath his zucchetto, instead the only hair on his head coming from his eyebrows and his moustache. It would be unseemly to compare his aesthetic to a certain kind of video, but he definitely looked like he came straight out of it. You were both in our twenties but his choice of appearance made him look so much older than you. Yet there he was, confidently standing in a respected Cardinal’s uniform, soiling it with a grucifix and a perverted smile.

For the photograph, he put his arm around you, and rested his large, leather gloved hand on your bicep. Though your face was smiling like you were happy to be there, your insides were crawling with disgust. You shoved him off you as soon as the cameras had switched off. “Get your filthy hands off me, you creep!”

“Only for the photo, dipshit. Believe me, looking at you makes my dick soft.”

“Must you always be so vulgar?”

“Must you always be a prude?”

“You know, you are such a-”

“Children,” You heard your father’s voice and immediately silenced yourself, “come.”

“Yes, father.” As you walked towards your father, you brushed passed Secondo’s shoulder hard and held your head up high, preserving what remained of your dignity. You knew your father would force you into penance later for your emotional outburst.

The day was seemingly endless, and you often found your mind drifting away with itself thinking of other things. At first, your mind went to lunch - what would those hellish kitchens serve you? No doubt ground up fetus spaghetti. But when your eyes met Cardinal Secondo’s, your thoughts drifted to him instead. If he wasn’t so brutish, he would be attractive. If he was Catholic he would be attractive. But he was Satanic, an abomination. He needed saving.

Finally, you were granted a break and ran to the restroom as quickly as you could. Coming out, however, you ran into Secondo again.

“Oh, look! It’s the little snob.” He said, his face as stoic as usual. “Probably pissed out the holy water she drinks.”

“Go stick your face in it, see how it feels to burn.”

He raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t know you were into that.”

“You should repent. Beg the Lord for forgiveness. Turn to the light.”

“I’m much happier under the watchful eye of the fallen archangel, thanks.”

“You’ll burn in Hell.”

“That’s the idea.”

“Filthy sinners deserve to rot there. You and your family will suffer if you don’t-”

He moved towards you and grabbed your chin with his index finger and thumb, his eyes filled with anger and hate. You felt your heart rate spike in fear, yes, but there was also something else you couldn’t identify. “Listen to me, you stupid little sheep. I couldn’t give a fuck about your Lord, your God or the idiots who follow you. I don’t care about that fucking book you live and breathe by and I don’t care about you. You dare to come into my house and dictate what I do? I’ll do what I please, and worship who I please. Maybe you should repent, Sathanas would appreciate how you looked on your knees.”

“Get off me!” You shoved him as hard as you could and freed yourself from his touch. “You vile, filthy pig!” You hit his shoulder. “You sinful, disgusting cockroach! I would never get on my knees for evil bastards like you or your deranged goat god!”

“But you would get on your knees. Unless of course, you’re a virgin.”

You hit him again.

He gasped. “You are!” He laughed. “Saving yourself for marriage, huh? Keeping yourself pure and holy for a god that would kill you with no thoughts of regret.” He grasped onto your chin again. “I could save you, you know? Show you a better way of living. Worshiping a god who worships you back, and sends you the greatest pleasures you’ve ever known.” As he spoke, his face got closer and closer to yours until he was a single inch away from you. You could feel his breath on your face, smell the coffee from his break just moments ago. “Tell me to stop, little lamb, and I will.”

You should have. You don’t know why you didn’t. Maybe there was a part of you that hated how controlled you were by your father. Maybe there was a part of you that wanted to be tempted by a servant of sin. You weren’t sure about the reason, but you knew that when his lips touched yours and he pulled you in for the most passionate kiss you’ve ever had, or the only kiss you’d ever had, you were tasting a glimpse of the pleasure he offered you. His tongue immediately sought entry to your mouth, and you granted the permission, letting him take the lead and teach you what to do. It felt so good. You had to stop. This was wrong.

You pushed him off you one final time and slapped his face. No words were spoken, there wasn’t anything to say. He didn’t look offended by your slap, nor did he look put off by it. He still looked at you with the same lustful expression he had moments ago. And you couldn’t stop yourself.

Your hands gripped his cassock and pulled him back in for another kiss, this one more violent and desperate than it was before. It was messy, all teeth and tongues and no finesse to it whatsoever. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer to his body, before gripping onto your ass. The feel of his covered hands clutching onto you sent a thrill through your frame you’d never felt before. Before you knew it, a moan had escaped from your lips and caught up onto his, which made him smile.

The sound of people approaching made you both pull away from each other. You began to panic. You were sure you looked disheveled enough from the kiss alone, and the Cardinal’s cheek was beginning to redden where you slapped it. In a panic, you grabbed hold of his hand and ran into the first unlocked door you could find, keeping the lights off and shutting yourselves in as quietly as you can. Secondo was chuckling at you, but you simply held a hand over his mouth and kept as quiet as you possibly could. You couldn’t be seen being intimate with a member of the Satanic church! It would ruin everything. When the people left, you sighed in relief.

You had unknowingly pulled both of you into an office of some kind, but you didn’t know whose office it was, or if they’d even be back. It was in the silence of the room that you realised what you’d just done. And how close you were to Secondo. Before more doubts could sneak back in, your lips found each other’s again. You don’t know who started it, but now that you had, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. His zucchetto was the first thing to hit the floor, followed by your own hat and your heels.

Secondo’s mouth travelled to your neck and began placing open mouthed kisses there, driving you mad with want. You couldn’t think of anything else other than him. You loathed him, he was evil. But he felt so good.

He backed you up against the desk in the room and continued to kiss your neck, his hands roaming all over your body. His were the first to touch you in so many places: your shoulders, your arms, your waist, your stomach, your breasts and now your thighs.

Your legs opened for him automatically so he could slot comfortably between them. Your sun dress hiked up over your thighs, giving him perfect access to your panties which were now drenched in your arousal. It wasn’t long before his hands made their way under your skirts and stroking over your vulva. He barely pulled away from your neck to utter his words, “the good Catholic girl, soaking wet for the Devil’s son. Do you think your god is watching, little lamb? Hm?” His fingers moved your panties aside. “Do you think he’s disappointed in you giving into temptation?”

“Yes.”

He stood up straight, his forehead touching yours as his finger rolled over your clit. You released a strangled noise at the new sensation, and your hips bucked. “You’ve been a good girl up until now, haven’t you? Keeping yourself pure for your god. My god sent me to you,” he pushed one finger inside your wet heat tapping upwards immediately, “I am His gift to you. Tell me, little lamb, will you accept His gift, even just for today? Will you let the one you hate the most defile you?”

“Yes!”

He kissed your lips again as his fingers hooked into your pure white panties and pulled them off you. He got onto his knees and directed your legs to rest onto his shoulders. You couldn’t help it. “I hate you so fucking much - ah!”

He silenced you by wrapping his lips around your clitoris and sucking hard, not giving you any chance to ease into this. You could feel him smirk into your cunt as he lapped up your juices, shaking his head and licking away until he was convinced you were seeing stars.

Your hands flew to his head, holding onto him as if you were about to float away. The pleasure was so overwhelming, and nothing like anything you’d ever felt before. Sexual pleasure of all types was a sin - and you had never indulged at all. You were too scared to. You were an adult, so sheltered about adult things you knew nothing of what your body could do. But now here you were, legs spread with the son of the anti-pope licking up your arousal like he was eating his first meal in days.

That same son was now inserting a finger inside of you again, tapping up and making you cry out. Your noises were uncontrollable and loud, but there was nothing you could do about it. Silence didn’t feel like an option. You needed to make noise and you couldn’t explain why. You gasped when he added a second finger. Your hips moved on their own accord and you bucked into the pleasure, simultaneously wanting to escape it but also get as close to it as physically possible.

“W-wait!” You said. Your words were slurred and your voice full of panic. “S-something’s happening. You - mmm - you have t-to stop please!”

He ignored you entirely, refusing to stop his ministrations no matter how much you squirmed. “Stop, y-you sack of sh-shit. Oh my God!” His other hand, somehow so powerful, stopped your hips from wriggling away and pinned you to the desk. You were helpless when you toppled over the edge, seeing black as you came for the first time. Secondo worked you until you were overstimulated and collapsed back onto the cold wood of the desk. Your body covered in sweat and your breathing laboured. Your head was spinning from the intensity and you could barely move.

Secondo stood, his hand on his crotch moving his cassock out the way to free himself. His cock was big, or to you it was anyway, girthy and as long as his hand. He gripped your hips and pulled you towards the edge, making sure you were easy access for him. He lined his cock up to your vulva once more, but instead of pushing inside he rubbed himself against your folds, groaning at the feel. “This is your last chance,” he told you, “tell me to leave and I will. If you don’t, I will sodomise this virgin cunt of yours.”

The feel of his cock against your folds was torturous. Your hole was clenching around nothing, screaming for him to enter you and have his way with you. There was a small voice in your head telling you to run, leave now while you still could. Your whimpers and the sound of your wetness was now the only noise in the room.

“What do you want, little lamb? Do you want me to stop?”

“No!”

He stopped his ministrations and placed the head of his cock at your entrance and pushed in the smallest amount, not enough to completely penetrate you, but enough to drive you insane. “Tell me what you want.”

“F-fuck me.” The request tasted weird but you meant it.

Secondo nodded. He grabbed hold of your hand and held it. “Look at me.” He told you.

For a second, you looked vulnerable and it made his dick throb. You sat up and placed your hand on his chest, nervously pushing him away with no force. “Will it hurt?” You had always been told that it would hurt, and now you were scared you’d be in pain.

His own tough facade dissipated briefly, and the hand that wasn’t gripped in yours went to cup your face. “No.” He said gently. “You are wet enough and my fingers stretched you. But if it hurts too much you must tell me.”

You nodded.

With you now concentrating on him, he began to push into you. His thick cock spread your walls a little further than his fingers did, and the pressure was a lot. Both of your hands moved up to his neck, grasping onto him, as your eyebrows worried and your mouth fell open. Every time you thought he would stop he just kept going.

“You good?”

Your body was on fire. There were too many things to feel. “Yes. Oh God!”

The toughness returned to his demeanour and there was a dark glint in his eye. “Your god can’t help you now, little lamb.”

Before you had the chance to process his words, he pulled out of you and then slammed all the way back in, causing you to scream It felt Earth-shatteringly good to have him inside you. He did it again. And again. “You sadistic bastard!” You exclaimed in between moans.

He laughed but said nothing, instead concentrating his gaze on where your bodies met. Every rough thrust sent you a little further across the desk, and your back couldn’t remain upright. You allowed yourself to lie back down again, your body jiggling violently with every movement. You had to bite your finger to keep you from screaming again.

“Look at you,” Secondo began, “lying there with your - fuck - your legs spread like a c-common whore.” You tightened. “The whore likes being reminded of who she is, hm?”

His hips moved faster and faster as he got more into his head, watching your tits bounce as he defiled you.

“What’s the matter, little lamb? Devil steal that tongue? Mm, shit. No smart remark? Wh-where’s that snobby cunt who keeps telling me to repent now?” He pulled out of you and manhandled you off the desk, spinning you around and bending you over it slightly. He slammed into you once more. His hand wrapped around your throat. “Oh, that’s right, she’s booking herself a one way ticket to Hell.”

“Fuck you!” You hissed.

“Giving yourself willingly to the son of Satan. Oh, how the righteous fall from grace.”

His other hand ran seductively down your body, and as his teeth began to bite your ear, his finger stroked your clit in circles. His breath in your ear, his hand on your clit, his cock in your cunt, it was all too much. You were surrounded by him, breathing him. He was everywhere and difficult to escape. But you didn’t want to escape. This was the most free you’d ever felt, the best you’d ever felt. You came around his cock this time, tugging at his cassock and gasping for air, collapsing back onto the table.

In your mind, you saw the crucifix within your private quarters at the Vatican - the very same one that was gifted to you by the previous pope. You could see Jesus as if he were right in front of you. The look of disappointment present on his face as he watched you give into temptation and gift your most sacred gift to the Devil. The disappointment didn’t make you feel guilty for once in your life.

With that thought in your mind and the fog cleared, you began taking control, meeting Secondo’s thrusts with as much passion as he was giving which stole a guttural moan from him. “Oh, fuck, just like that. Let me fuck this tight, virgin cunt. Take my cock, you fucking whore.” Both of his hands grasped your hips with such tightness, you thought he would bruise you. “You’re gonna make me cum. Is that what you want, little lamb? Shit! You want me to cum deep in this cunt? Knock you up with the fucking Antichrist, hm?”

No. It was too risky. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Cum inside me. Give me your filth!” You heard yourself say.

With a growl, Secondo stilled and emptied himself into you, letting his own body fall forward and pin you down to the desk. You had no choice now, you were forced to take all his cum whether you wanted it or not. How would you beg for forgiveness now that the Devil’s seed was spilling into your willing womb?

Despite his exhaustion, Secondo dropped to his knees again and ran his tongue through your folds, collecting his cum from your pussy and working you towards your third and final orgasm. This was bordering on pain, but it felt so good. Your knuckles turned white from how hard you gripped the desk. Turning to look behind you, you saw him practically worshiping your cunt, and that alone was enough to tip you back over the edge.

When all had finished, and you were both redressing in silence, you realised the implications of what had just happened. You had committed the ultimate sin… and you didn’t want to go back…

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day ⛧ Part 2

655 notes · View notes

moon-in-the-gutter · 30 days

Text

Aesthetics: The Papas

+ Sneaking away with Secondo in the ministry’s library +

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost #ghost aesthetic #ghost moodboard #secondo aesthetic #secondo emeritus #papa emeritus ii #papa secondo #bone daddy #nameless ghouls #Secondo #Secondo moodboard #ghost band

47 notes · View notes

revelforevermore · 9 days

Text

The Ministry and How They Would Cuddle With You

Context: How each of them would like to cuddle with you.

Sister Imperator: She prefers to cuddle where there’s complete silence and privacy with no chances of being disturbed. She’s a switch between being held and holding you; she enjoys both. Cuddling is something she likes to do after really hard days and she finds that being near someone distracts her from the world for a while. She likes to cuddle side by side with arms entwined or with backs pressed together (she gets overheated). She doesn’t cuddle often so when she does it’s always for a reason.

Papa Nihil: He can be a real pain when it comes to cuddling. He’ll complain that his arm falls asleep, your head is too heavy, his chest is starting to hurt—but once he’s settled down, he’s pretty calm and quiet. He isn’t used to cuddling much these days but he enjoys it when it’s with you. He prefers to cuddle in front of the TV so he can catch up on his soap operas. He’ll frequently get up for one reason or another, like wanting a snack, needing a drink, or needing the bathroom. If he falls asleep cuddling, he’ll rest his head on your shoulder and snore in your ear.

Primo: Contrary to some belief, the man really loves to cuddle—he’s just limited in his abilities to cuddle or the time he has to. He loves to cuddle in living spaces or out in his favorite places in the Ministry. When cuddling, he prefers the standard “arm over the shoulder” or the arm around the waist. He’ll run his fingers through your hair and talk about anything and everything; if you get him on a roll about things he loves, he’ll talk to you until you change the subject or doze off. In bed, he sleeps on his back and will welcome you to his side anytime.

Secondo: Secondo isn’t an affectionate man; it makes him somewhat uncomfortable. Loving touches are foreign to him so it takes time for him to warm up to the idea of cuddling, and he only cuddles with someone he trusts completely. It’s a slow process—it’ll start with holding hands on the couch, then an arm around your shoulder. It might take weeks to get him to properly cuddle, just be patient with him. He prefers to cuddle on the couch since he gets too hot in bed, and he always has to be the one to hold you (there’s a hunch that he would break down in tears if it was the other way around). He prefers to lay on his back as you cuddle into his side or lay on top of him.

Terzo: Cuddling is a whole production for Terzo; he’s all about aesthetics, so he likes it when the mood is just right. That isn’t to say he doesn’t always like cuddling—he demands it a lot—but there’s nothing like cuddling in bed, under a very toasty blanket, with soft white noise and some ambient light (side note: he can’t use candles for this anymore, he fell asleep once with candlelight and almost set the curtains on fire). He prefers any positions where you both feel safe and secure. He's a switch when it comes to big or little spoon, but he’s a sucker for being the little spoon. If he had to choose a position, he prefers it when you’re both on your sides facing each other with your arms entwined. He’ll speak softly and often falls asleep while talking. He doesn’t always get the chance to unwind and relax his “playboy” stage persona, so cuddling in bed is the only time he feels like he doesn’t have to face that pressure.

Copia: He’s such a cuddle bug; he loves everything comfort, and his bedroom is his favorite place for it. The more pillows and blankets, the better; just don’t take his favorite pillow please. He loves it when you lay against him while he’s playing video games so he can rest the controller on your head, or he likes to lay on top of you so you play with his hair. Will make noises of approval when you spoil him with affection. It usually takes him a while to fall asleep but during cuddling he’s out like a light. He especially loves cuddling when he’s had a bad day and will often pour his heart out while laying on your chest.

Cirrus: She enjoys cuddling and sees it as an opportunity to tease you. She prefers to cuddle in cuddle piles, but one-on-one is nice, too; she likes laying down on the couch together to watch movies or TV so you can both add commentary while watching. She prefers to be big spoon and hold you from behind so she can bury her nose in your neck. She doesn’t fall asleep often while cuddling, but if you do she’ll scratch your scalp and make sure no one disturbs you.

Cumulus: Of all the ghoulettes, she loves it the most. She’s the perfect cuddle partner and she knows it–anywhere you cuddle is absolutely going to be cozy and welcoming, but she prefers her bedroom. Her bed has lots of stuffed pillows and animals and she likes to create a nest from blankets. She loves being held during cuddling and having her hair played with. She’ll press soft kisses to your skin as you lay together. Her favorite position is being little spoon, but it’s a close contender with your head on her chest.

Sunshine: She prefers group cuddling like some of the others, since it makes her feel safe and secure. One-on-one is the same way: she loves to feel completely comfortable. She really enjoys being sleepy while cuddling since the Pits were never this serene. She likes to be held and if she’s able, she’ll leave soft caresses on your arms, chest, etc. to show her appreciation. She falls asleep almost every time you cuddle.

Aurora: Like Cumulus, she’s all about comfort, and she’s more than once wiggled her way through a cuddle pile to get the best spot. She prefers to curl up on top of you when cuddling since it makes her feel safe; sometimes she’ll curl up into a ball, even! She’ll purr if you run your nails up and down her back, and she’ll nip your neck to leave a scent mark. She doesn’t care where the cuddling takes place as long as it’s safe, comfortable, and warm.

Aether: He is, hands-down, one of the best cuddlers in the Ministry. He’s like a giant teddy bear and he’s always game to cuddle if you ask. He’s always at the center of cuddle piles with the ghouls, but one-on-one, he prefers to cuddle in his favorite chair in the living space with you curled on his lap, or in his bed with him as the big spoon or you laying on top of him. Play with his ear piercings—he’ll absolutely melt. He likes to play with your hair and will talk about your days and whatever comes to mind. He likes to snack during cuddle times especially if you’re watching TV.

Dew/Sodo: It’s complicated. He is the type of person who longs for affection but will make you feel like it’s an obligation. When he wants to cuddle and he initiates, he’ll approach you with an agitated demeanor, drag you to his room without a word, and initiate cuddling. He’ll do this quietly so you don’t even know what’s happening until you’re curled into his side and he’s silently simmering next to you. He’ll never shove you off when you initiate cuddling; he might tense if he doesn’t fully trust you yet or if he’s taken off-guard, but he enjoys your company. He pretends to not like being little spoon, but he loves it.

Swiss: It’s a whole production since Swiss is incapable of holding still for long periods of time. He has to go through multiple position changes—he’ll get comfortable, then decide it would be better if you laid this way while he moved to his back, so on and so forth. The only way to get him to hold still is to let him starfish on top of you and scratch his scalp or base of his horns. He’ll start purring and finally calm down. He likes to hold you extremely tight and prefers to rest his head on your chest. He doesn’t have a favorite position besides that one; as long as he gets to hold you close, he’s happy.

Rain: He purrs a lot when you cuddle. A lot. He enjoys the closeness of cuddling and it’s one of the most intimate things in the world to him. When cuddling, he prefers any position where he gets to snugly wrap his arms around you and squeeze you tightly against him. He really enjoys it when he’s reading and you come up and cuddle with him; it always brings a smile to his face. He doesn’t sleep very easily unless he’s cuddling with something at night, but he always prefers when it’s you.

Mountain: He’s a giant beanstalk of a ghoul, so cuddling can be awkward at times (for example, he can’t get comfortable on loveseats or short couches). He prefers to cuddle anywhere that you can both lay comfortably, whether that be in a pile of blankets or in bed. Cuddling is one of the most important things to him in the physical relationship. He prefers to hold you rather than being held so he can play with your hair or run his hand along your arm. He likes it when you cling to him like a koala.

Phantom: He’s a lot like Swiss in that he physically cannot stop moving; and most of the time, cuddling will turn into other things, like kissing. He does enjoy it but his mind is always moving in so many directions that he can forget to stop and relax. On the occasions you can get him to simmer down, he likes to hold you from the side with your arm around him while he talks about whatever comes to his mind. When he’s feeling down or when he’s tired is the best time to cuddle with him since he finds physical touch to be the best way to relax.

Hullo! Just a reminder that these are just HCs - not factual. Just an interpretation based on what I've seen from the characters and intuition. :)

44 notes · View notes

eclissarsi · 2 months

Text

Un po’ mi dispiace che Tumblr non sia più così utilizzato, alla fine anche le persone da cui meno te lo saresti aspettato ai tempi riuscivano tramite foto, gifs, video o testi ad esprimere ciò che forse non avrebbero ammesso a nessuno, ad ammettere di avere anch’essi una sensibilità. Persino i profili solo Aesthetic secondo me potevano risultare utili, alla fine condividendo ciò che si apprezza si può creare anche un luogo ideale, seppur virtuale. Si può condividere e possiamo trovare persone a cui piacciono le stesse cose. Anche se mi sento un po’ vecchia a 25 anni a stare qui a scrivere questi pensieri scombinati, lo penso davvero, penso davvero che forse anziché indebolirci questo ambiente ci abbia fatto vedere il peggio e ce l’abbia fatto attraversare passandoci dentro. Qui non avevamo paura di mostrare i nostri punti deboli, il confronto era sempre interessante, e invece mia sorella per esempio (come tutte le adolescenti) passa ore a scrollare i video di tik tok, creandone a sua volta ma solo per mostrarsi come non è. Chissà se tornerà Tumblr, il tumblr abitato, non stracolmo di porno e profili bot. (Che poi il porno ci sta, ma mi manca poter parlare con qualcuno senza secondi fini)

Secondo voi? Parlo a chi è qui da molto tempo, come me.

#il tumblr di una volta #nostalgia

57 notes · View notes

molly-ghuleh · 8 months

Note

Could you do headcanons for all the Papas(or at least Secondo, Terzo, and Copia) and how they would react to a reader that has A LOT of stuffed animals. And I really mean a lot 😅 As in I've got probably over 100 of all different types and brands. Preferably gender neutral reader too cuz I'm transmasc! Thank you 💕

THANK YOU FOR THIS!!! I still sleep with a stuffed animal so I understand :') Thank you for the request!

Primo

Primo has been around the block, and has seen many things

Your collection of stuffed animals is nothing strange to him. In fact he finds it rather adorable.

He understands that it's a comfort thing for you and will make sure to have room for your collection if you decide to live with him

If you sleep with some (or all) of them he'll buy a bigger bed if you need

If you like to keep them on display instead, he'll clear up a space dedicated solely for them in his bedroom

With your permission he'll choose his favorite from your collection and keep it in his office. It reminds him of you during long days of work

Knows which stuffed animals you prefer depending on your mood and will set them up on your shared bed accordingly

If you like to hold some while the two of you cuddle, he'll include them in a little cuddle pile

Don't tell his brothers but he'll call you his teddy bear

Overall just extremely soft and accepting of your collection. Your honor I love Peemo

Secondo

Honestly? He's pretty confused at first.

Aren't stuffed animals supposed to be for babies and children?

You can tell he wants to understand though, so you calmly sit him down and explain why you keep your collection

He apologizes for insinuating that keeping stuffed animals is childlike, he didn't understand (you forgive him)

The first time you spend the night in his bed (which is already a rare occurrence for him, the man is emotionally constipated) he makes sure to hold you AND your stuffed animal(s)

If you wake up before him, he'll grab the stuffed animal you left in the bed and cuddle it while he keeps sleeping

THIS FACT DOES NOT LEAVE HIS CHAMBERS.

After a while he gets used to having you in his arms, and accepts that you come with your stuffed animals

You're hesitant to move into his chambers with him because how are you supposed to bring your collection into his carefully curated aesthetic?

But he reassures you that he'll gladly find a place for them if it makes you happy, you're more important than any of his material things

You've shown him that self-comfort is normal and healthy

He doesn't care that his brothers tease him about growing softer for you. He's happy and you're happy and that's all that matters.

Terzo

Terzo is immediately so accepting that it makes you a little teary.

He makes you question why you would even be nervous to tell him about your collection in the first place

Asks you to introduce him to each and every one

Even if they don't have names, he still wants to learn about the significance of them to you. When did you get them? Why did you choose this one? Which is your favorite?

Immediately declares that the smallest one is his little friend.

Carries it around in his pocket all day (with your permission) because he likes to be reminded of you when you're both busy.

Like Primo, he'll buy a bigger bed if you like to keep them in bed with you as you sleep

WILL buy the most expensive and roomy display case for them if you choose to keep them on display

If you and Terzo get intimate, he'll drape a blanket over your stuffed animals so the two of you 'don't ruin their innocence'

He's the type to try and cheer you up by giving them voices when you're sad. Each one has a different voice

(It always works. You always end up feeling better)

He still comforts you himself, he just knows that your stuffed animals are an extra comfort to you when you need them

Has no qualms about adding to your collection himself if he sees a stuffed animal that he knows you'd like

Copia

Hear me out. I feel like Copia has a few stuffed animals of his own

He'd seen a cute little rat plushie while away on tour once and bought it because how could he not?

He still has the stuffed rabbit from when he was a child

Copia is extremely sentimental in that regard

So when you nervously tell him about your collection, his face lights up because hey! He has some too!

Like Terzo, he'll ask you to introduce them all to him and asks about where and when you got them

If they don't have names, they do now. Copia will name them all and memorize each one.

Bonus points if you have rat or mouse plushies. He'll scratch them on the ears like they're real living pets

When you move into his chambers he'll create a special space for both of your collections together

Puts his stuffed rat and your favorite stuffed animal together and insists they're in love

It's part of your nightly routine for the two of you to choose a stuffed animal to spend the night in the bed

Copia is the type to panic slightly when you're upset or anxious

So he grabs as many stuffed animals as he can and piles them up around you for maximum comfort

And then he wraps his arms around you and your hundreds of plushies because he knows you need him, too.

Finds it hard to sleep without at least one stuffed animal now.

If either of you are away and have to spend the night apart, you're sure to pack the other's favorite one so you carry a piece of one another everywhere

#dantesunbreaker #the band ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #copia #secondo #primo #terzo #ghost headcanons #ghost band headcanons #ghost bc headcanons #primo x reader #secondo x reader #terzo x reader #copia x reader #papa emeritus x reader

163 notes · View notes

brighteyedbushybrowed · 8 months

Note

hello! How are you doing? I was wondering if you could do the papas and an angel reader? I feel like it could be super cute

I am slamming my bank card on the table. I freaking love the contrast of an angel with the Papas. The aesthetic of an angel walking the halls of the abbey? I'm here for it every day of the week. I've toyed a bit with angels and my own headcanons for angels in the Ghost universe so they may not be angels in the Christian sense, hope that's okay!

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨

You are the most precious thing in the world to Primo (not including his brothers of course)

He first met you while he was praying to Satan in the prayer garden section of his gardens

He saw you first in your true form and he was awestruck by you, stunned by your raw beauty

And seeing you in the human form you take on so as not to frighten mortals just sealed the deal really

Dedicates a bed of flowers to you as a symbol of his devotion, though Satan is still his focus

Has spent countless hours admiring your wings and helping to maintain their feathers

Will delicately weave flowers and plants between your wing feathers for special occasions and events at the abbey

He calls you "mie piume" - my feather

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨

If you hadn't appeared to Secondo in your true form, he probably wouldn't believe that you're an angel

He's not instantaneously awestruck like Primo

In fact, he's more intrigued and wants to study you at first

A lot of the time getting to know you is mostly him asking you questions about angels. You'll have to be stern and let him know that you're a person and not just a creature to be investigated and poked and prodded

Once you get closer, he's incredibly protective of you

Especially around the more feral ghouls that reside in the underground ghoul dens of the abbey

He has a little shoe box that he keeps somewhere safe containing feathers you've shed. He finds them to be too precious to let go

He calls you "mie dolce uccelline canare" - my sweet songbird

𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐨

He's so fascinated by you

You know how adoring and completely and utterly in love Gomez is with Morticia Addams? That's Terzo with you

He's all delicate fingers and tender kisses along the span of your wings and where they join with your back

Takes the greatest care with you and will read up on wing maintenance

Terzo is admittedly a little intimidated by your true form, but he loves that part of you just as much as your human form

He draws and paints pictures of your true form a lot. You inspire him greatly and he wants to capture the beauty of a form that most are terrified of

Also protective over you, but knows that you're powerful enough to be able to defend and protect yourself. It's one of the things he admires the most about you

Calls you "mie colombe" - my dove

𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚

Oh lord he is SMITTEN

Copia gives no shits that you're an angel that's appeared before him in a Satanic abbey at the altar of the chapel

He would do anything for you. He vows himself to you, so long as he can continue his Papa duties and his devotion to the dark lord

Finds himself daydreaming about you often. Sometimes your human form, sometimes your true angel form. He is infatuated with both

You'll probably need to remind him that just because you're an angel doesn't mean you're a divine figure to be worshipped

He admires your wings and loves it when you cuddle at night and drape them over him like a protective blanket

You know that meme where it's like "I'd kill for you. Please ask me to kill for you" "No, Homie"? That's Copia with you

He calls you "mie amore preziose" - my precious love

120 notes · View notes