One Of Us (Halloween Special)

please, please, please elaborate on Terzo and consensual somnophilia 🥵 how would he go about telling his partner or what if his partner brought it up first? Or any of Terzo’s other bedroom interests- Or, god- anything TERZO, I love him so much thank you for this wonderful blog 🙏🏼❤️

Ghestie are you okay - Jez

Terzo and consensual somnophilia headcanons

First of all, I wanna get one thing clear. Terzo is extremely big on consent. And I mean really big.

If he notices you being slightly uncomfortable with any sort of touching, he reacts. If it's his fault, he apologizes and seeks out a different way if touching that you are comfortable with.

If someone else touches you in a way you don't like, he's your #1 defender. Won't hesitate to call that person out. He is capable of getting in a fist fight if needed.

That's how big he is on consent.

With that being said, he adores how cute and innocent you look while sleeping. And his mind can't help but wonder.

He'd never take advantage of you in a situation like this, though. He wouldn't dare.

No, he'd just carefully leave the bed and deal if it in the bathroom. It kinda becomes a regular occurrence until one day you wake up because he didn't realize he left the door slightly ajar, so you can totally hear him doing his thing.

You jokingly asked him what got him hard so early in the morning and this is one of the very few times you've actually seen him embarrassed.

He ends up explaining to you the thoughts that he was having and you honestly found it cute how he held his urges and masturbated just because he loved you too much to touch you when he wasn't sure if you were okay with it. We love a caring king.

So you end up coming up with a solution. You'd leave him a note in the evening that would say if you were okay with him touching you in your sleep.

And he's just... So sweet about it. So gentle.

At first he just limits it to gentle strokes of his fingers and kisses over your body, but as time passed, it wasn't uncommon for him to wake you up with sex, regular or oral.

And even if you never change the note that gives him your consent, he checks it every time.

BECAUSE HE IS A RESPECTFUL KING.

Wallflower Pt. II

Read Part I here

Pairing: Papa Emeritus II x GN!Reader

Warnings: Smut/PWP, overstimulation, dom/sub, begging, possessive behavior, choking kink, dirty talk, praise kink, a hint of degradation kink, character study, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex/creampie, crying during sex, semi-public sex/office sex, pet names, dom!secondo, orgasm control, corruption kink, no beta.

A/N: a part two to this fic that I typed up bc I wanted to finish it :) enjoy

WC: N/A

You whimpered at that, knowing he was telling the truth. He wasn’t going to stop until he made you scream for him—until you shamelessly begged him to fuck you stupid.

He grinned, chuckling again, “you know that I mean it, don’t you? My shy little dove is going to cum until they’re begging me to stop.”

“Y-Yes Papa,” you answered, face flushed a deep red from a combination of shyness and arousal. You could feel your cunt dripping into Secondo’s palm, your desperation clear as day.

“Do you want my cock, little one? Do you want your papa to fill you up with his cock until you’re crying from pleasure, hm?” he asked, his voice gravely, growing deeper as his own arousal grew. His dick was painfully hard in the confines of his slacks, the zipper straining from the tent there.

You nodded, unable to speak as his fingers kept moving, hitting that spot inside you over and over, your eyes squeezing shut as you fought another orgasm. Small moans and sharp breaths left you instead, your hips arching towards him involuntarily as you tried hard not to cum again. Secondo wasn’t having it, his look growing stern as he fucked his fingers into you harder, “cum again, caro. Don’t fight your papa. Be good and cum for me. Now.”

You bit back a scream as you came, your limbs growing weak from the force of it. Secondo kept you up right, unfazed by your lack of control. “So good for me, my little dove,” he crooned in praise, withdrawing his fingers from inside you. He brought them up to your lips, the leather of his gloves coated in your cum, sliding in with ease as your lips parted on instinct, allowing them inside. You sucked your cum off, making Secondo groan in response, the sensation going straight to his dick.

Secondo growled, quickly getting your pants down so he could sit you on his desk, pushing you backward so you were laid out on the wooden surface. You could hear the metallic rattling of his belt buckle, the sound of his zipper being undone until finally, finally his cock was free.

“Ask me to fuck you, caro mio. Look me in the eyes and beg for my cock,” he demanded, pulling your legs up to rest over his broad shoulders, the muscles straining under his black dress shirt. Secondo was huge, standing at 6 foot and well-built; he could snap you in half like a toothpick, which only seemed to make you hornier. You liked that he could manhandle you anyway he wanted, although you were much too shy to voice such fantasies.

You whined in complaint, unable to keep steady eye contact with him, his dick sliding along your slit as he waited for you to ask for what you wanted. Secondo didn’t say anything, simply raising a brow as he waited for your reply. You shook your head, choking on the words, “c-can’t, Papa. I’m too shy, I don’t think I can—“

“You can,” he interjected, leaning over you, his face mere inches from yours, “and you will, little wallflower, or you will get nothing at all.”

That made you growl in frustration, your muscles twitching, your cunt clenching around nothing. You needed him and you needed him now.

“Do not play this game with me, bambino. You will not win. Do as your told and you’ll get what you want,” he urged, rocking his hips faster, his cock dragging along your clit just enough to drive you insane, to make you needier.

You looked at him, mouth slack, words slurred, “please Papa, just fuck me. Please fuck me, please.”

Secondo grinned, kissing your throat, his hand wrapping around his neglected cock so he could line himself up. In one swift thrust he was inside you, his balls pressed against your ass. You let out a high pitched wail of pleasure, grabbing at him as he bottomed out. “As you wish,” Secondo whispered teasingly, knowing the bite of pain you felt when he forced his way inside you was punishment enough for your continued avoidance of vocalizing your wants.

“Please,” you slurred again, pleading for something—anything—that would make you cum again. You needed to cum around his cock, to make your mind go blank, to feel that euphoric high as you let go rush through your veins, ensnaring you in satisfaction.

You were shy; everyone knew that. Most didn’t know—or at least they didn’t know for certain—that you craved this. You craved the teasing, the game of cat and mouse that you would ultimately lose, the constant pushing until you inevitable succumbed to pure, unabashed lust. You wanted this.

You wanted Secondo to break you down, to corrupt you in some way. You wanted to be forced from this constant state of overthinking and into a state of calm. You wanted to take what was given, to give up control.

Secondo was the perfect man to do such a thing. You knew that.

He did too.

Secondo’s hips snapped into yours over and over, the head of his cock slamming deep inside you, moans of ecstasy acting like music to his ears as he continued hammering into you. “So fucking tight, piccolo. You take my cock so well, caro, so well. You were made for this, little dove. You were made to take my cock,” he rambled, head dropping back as he fucked into you, hard and fast.

You came from his words, your cunt clamping down on his cock as you spasmed, eyes rolling back in pleasure as you did. Secondo groaned, hips stuttering slightly as he struggled to hold back his own orgasm. He didn’t want to cum this early, not until you were a mess on his desk, crying from pleasure.

You writhed on the desktop, trying to get away from him, trying to escape the overstimulation that was now beginning to overtake you. “Not so fast,” he grunted, his hands gripping your hips hard, “I’m not done wrecking my little fuck toy yet. We aren’t done until I say we are done, caro mio, and I haven’t said we are done.”

You whined, high pitched and pathetic, tears of overstimulation pricking at your eyes as he fucked into you, hard and fast and unforgiving. His fingers found your clit, rubbing tight circles at the right speed, with just enough pressure to rip scream after scream out of you.

“That’s good, piccolo. Scream for your papa, little dove. Let everyone in this Abbey know who owns you,” Secondo laughed darkly, mismatched eyes glowing with sadistic glee at your tears and screams of tortured ecstasy.

“P-Please,” you cried, voice breaking, “please, I—fuck, hurts, oh fuck—please Papa! I c-can’t take it.”

Secondo nuzzled his nose into yours, smiling against your lips. “Yes you can. You can take it for me. Your papa wants two more, little dove. I want you to cum on my cock again.”

You shook your head, eyes stained red with your tears, your lips swollen and hair mussed up. You looked like you had lost a fight with a freight train, broken and writhing on the desk from pain and glorious pleasure.

Secondo nodded, nipping at your bottom lip, his voice a low rumble from deep in his chest, “two more, little wallflower. Just two more. I will be so pleased with you if you cum two more times for me. You are doing so well, amore, making me so proud. Cum again for papa.”

The fingers at your clit resumed their ministrations, choked sobs catching in your throat from the pain of overstimulation. Secondo licked at the stray tears slipping down your cheeks, groaning from the heady combination of salt and skin.

Secondo adjusted your position, his hands slipping up your back, pulling you up into him and deepening his thrusts. Your sex fluttered around him, another orgasm building from his merciless strokes. You were crying and moaning and whimpering, each snap of his pelvis emphasized by the exhale of breath and soft ‘ah ah ah’s’.

“Fuck you feel so good,” Secondo praised, his hips rolling into you at a slower pace, the head of his cock dragging over just the right spot inside you to make you keen and shake. He grinned in realization, rolling his hips again, pleased when you nearly screamed, your nails digging into him as you rocked back up to meet him, trying to push yourself over the edge of climax.

Once, twice, thrice more and you were cumming, falling over the edge with a scream of his name. Secondo slowed his movements, stalling inside you, his balls pressed against you as he let you come down a little bit. “Just one more, piccolo. One more. You sound so pretty when you scream my name, cumming all over my cock like the needy little thing you are. So good for your papa, Il mio piccolo girasole (my little sunflower),” he cooed quietly, kissing your forehead as you cried from pleasure laced pain.

Secondo began thrusting again, slow but hard, his cock hammering deep inside you. It was agonizing, your cunt aching from the pain as he used you, his muscles tensing as he neared his climax.

“Are you going to cum with your papa, little dove?” he asked teasingly, his voice wavering with another deep thrust and another clench of your sex around his cock.

You didn’t reply, your mind long gone as he gave you climax after climax. You whimpered and cried, trembling with each coaxing touch, nearly your edge again with torturous vigor.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Secondo chuckled, amusement written all over his face. His paint was beginning to run, the black streaking with the white, blending certain sections.

You bucked up against him, trying to dislodge his body in order to escape, his cock dragging in and out lazily, only for a hard stroke to follow, driving you crazy. You were a mess, covered in sweat and spit and your own arousal, lips swollen and eyes ringed red with tears. Secondo wished he could bottle the moment and relive it whenever the mood struck him, but he figured fucking you stupid another time would suffice.

“C-Can’t, papa,” you sobbed out, begging in only a few words for him to stop.

“We both know you can,” he snapped, gripping your throat with a gloved hand, yanking your face up to his roughly, “I’ve explained it time and time again. You can. You will. Be a good little fucktoy and cum all over my cock, bambino. Cum on my cock like the messy little slut you are for your papa.”

He slammed into you over and over, until you finally came with a scream, body spasming and going limp, your eyes fluttering shut. Secondo groaned, his balls drawing up as he spilled inside you, filling you with his cum. He mourned the feeling of your wet heat around his dick when he pulled out, his half hard cock soaking wet with your slick, his cum dribbling out of your used hole.

“Not so shy now, my little dove. You will never have to be shy around your papa. I promise.”

this megatron is just so sweet and gentle with the kids it absolutely. DESTROYS ME.

You, Your Mother, the Cardinal, and the Christmas Lights

Cardinal Copia x reader

In which you’re dealing with your toxic mother and although Cardinal Copia isn’t riding right behind you on a pale white horse, he’s still always there for you <3

This is the song that plays when the happy part of the story starts!

•♥︎♥︎♥︎•

You sighed deeply as you strolled around the large Christmas lights display in the park. It was only a few days before Christmas; and lots of people milled about, chatting, laughing, taking pictures, and admiring all the twinkling lights. The whole park was covered in lights and decorations, every tree lit up in pretty colours. It was cold, cold enough to see your breath every time you exhaled; and fluffy snowflakes were falling lightly, adding to the magic of everything.

But it wasn’t magical for you, in fact it was far from it. Because you were with your mother, and she just wouldn’t stop berating you. This was what she did, she constantly took all of her frustrations out on you. And although you knew this, although you told yourself over and over again that it wasn’t your fault, it still hurt like hell. It wore you down, boring a hole into you where your heart should be. It made your head spin, your jaw clench, feeling like nothing more than a sad puddle on the ground.

You looked around at all the people in the park, big smiles on their faces as they enjoyed spending time with one another. Why weren’t you allowed the same privilege of just being happy?

You tried to zone out and focus your thoughts on Copia- he was your boyfriend of sorts. You had really fallen for each other since you started volunteering at his church, but you hadn’t officially declared yourselves as dating yet. Copia was the Cardinal at that huge Satanic ministry on the hill that loomed over your town. He was 50, which was way older than you. A whole lifetime older than you. You didn’t expect your mother to be very happy about you dating someone who was easily old enough to be your dad, let alone some Satanic clergyman, so you both decided to keep it unofficial for now. All this time, your mother never knew you were riding your bike up to the ministry to visit your dear Cardinal. It was only a matter of time before you joined his church, and then you could be together all the time.

You desperately wished he was here now to save you, to whisk you away and work his magic on your tense nerves and broken heart. You had invited him to be your date to look at the lights, but he had apologetically declined because he needed to finish a big stack of Latin translations and paperwork. And besides, Christmas wasn’t really his thing.

“See all these people here? They’re all with their family and friends and you’re not. You’re all alone in the world because nobody likes you! You’re worthless! And now I’m stuck with you because you have no one else.” Your mother droned on and on and on. You let out a tired groan, wishing you had at least brought earmuffs to take the edge of her grating voice. Your eyes were empty, void of all emotion as you silently took the abuse. If you talked back, it would only make things worse.

Tears threatened to spill onto your cold cheeks, feeling lonelier than ever. The winter iciness was also starting to get to you, as you didn’t even have a hot drink to fight off the chill.

Wait- is that? No, no, it couldn’t be. Your mind is probably just playing tricks on you.

But then a few people moved and you spotted him in the crowd. Were you daydreaming too hard, were you imagining things? You blinked a few times, wiping the tears from your eyes to see more clearly. Sure enough, he was really there. Your sweet Cardinal, looking absolutely dashing in his tight black suit and a warmer dress coat on top, with a long scarf bundled around his neck that somehow added an irresistible pitifulness to his look. Fuck, he was so adorable. The man was completely and utterly out of his element, but that only caused your heart to swell for him more. He looked all around for you, gloved hands clasped meekly in from of himself, awkwardly apologizing as he nearly bumped into a few people. You grinned even wider when you noticed he was holding his cane, the one with the serpent head handle.

“It’s never a moment’s peace with you! Because who else do you have besides me? No one!” Your mother scowled.

“That’s not true.” You finally spoke up, a big smile finding its way onto your face as you stared at the love of your life.

“What do you mean? Who else wants to be around you??” She scoffed bitterly.

“My boyfriend.” You replied, butterflies fluttering in your stomach just from finally saying it out loud.

“What do you mean?! You don’t have a-“

Without another word, you ran up to Copia, weaving through groups of people. “Cardinal!” You shouted, getting his attention.

He grinned brightly upon seeing you rushing up to him, pleasantly surprised when you practically tackled him into a tight hug and pulled him in for a kiss right there in front of all those people.

The Cardinal kissed you back with absolute fervour, his lips warm against your cold ones, although you felt warmer already from just being in his arms.

Some groups of people watched and gawked, wondering why such a pretty young thing like you would be in a passionate lip lock with such an older man. But you couldn’t care less, you wanted everyone to witness the feelings you had for your Cardinal. You wanted to scream it from the rooftops.

Copia brushed some snow off your hair as you did the same for him, pulling away slightly to take each other in. Your noses, cheeks, and lips were flushed from the chilly weather, and you both silently admired the way each other looked like this. Your eyes glittered with crystalline tears, joyful ones now that your love was here.

“Cardinal how did you… how did you know where I was? This park is huge.” You asked, cupping his cold face in your hands.

“I just walked around looking for the most beautiful girl here. And now I’ve got her, si?” He replied, a charming smile on his devastatingly handsome face as he pinched your cheek playfully. He then brought you in for another kiss, the whole world falling away as your lips met, causing your heart to thrum loudly in your chest.

“Come, Dolcezza, you are cold. Mi fratelli are here as well, and we have a nice hot chocolate for you, si?” The man smiled, putting a hand on the small of your back and leading you away. You took one last glance at your confused mother, before nuzzling into the Cardinal’s side and strolling away with him.

Soon, you began giggling as you heard the sound of Terzo’s voice.

“Don’t you know how to take a selfie, old man?! It’s what all the giovanetti are doing nowadays!” Terzo’s voice rung out among the crowd.

“Pff, ‘old man’… You’re only two months younger than me, coglione! Plus, I’m the one holding all the goddamn cioccolati caldi!” Secondo barked back at his brother.

You spotted them just in time to catch Primo rolling his eyes and taking a sip of his own hot chocolate.

“Ciao, tutti!” You called out, and immediately you were surrounded by the Papas as they pushed Copia aside to hug you.

“Oh! Ciao, Tesoro mio!” Terzo flashed you with that charming smile, pulling you into his arms and smothering you with multiple kisses on your cheeks under the guise of ‘trying to warm you up.’ You giggled at him fawning all over you, looking cute while he wore a warm winter coat, fuzzy earmuffs, a scarf, and his regular white gloves. “Poveretta, tu sei così fredda!” He exclaimed, taking his scarf off and looping it around your neck far too many times until you had to pull it away from covering your mouth.

Secondo was wearing his parka, the one he sometimes wore while playing Uno, and he shoved his brother aside, handing the hot chocolates he was holding to Terzo. His typical scowl softened when he looked at you, and he pulled you into a warm hug and pressed a kiss your forehead.

And finally Primo, who was looking sharp in a tailored wool coat, black turtleneck, and plaid scarf. He hugged you gently and kissed your temple, making you smile endearingly at all the love these men so freely gave you. They were all in their paints, and everyone around you was staring in complete confusion, but it only amused you as you pulled them all closer to you.

“Here, amore, bevi questo!” Terzo cheerfully handed you a hot chocolate and one for Copia.

“Thank you… All of you. You always make me feel so special.” You sighed, finally feeling warm and happy as you sipped the hot drink. They even got you extra marshmallows, just how you liked it.

“We love spending time with you, Dolcezza.”Copia smiled, putting an arm around your shoulders.

“Si, cara, it is always our pleasure to be with you.” Primo nodded.

“A pleasure indeed.” Your Cardinal whispered into your ear, kissing your neck and causing your cheeks to flush even more.

The five of you walked around the park, taking pictures together and making good memories that you would never forget, screaming in laughter as Terzo chased you through one of the light tunnels.

When you had all finished your hot chocolates, you tugged on Copia’s sleeve, catching his attention.

“Si, Topolina?”

“How about we go back to the ministry and warm up, hm?” You whispered into his ear.

He stopped walking then, letting his brothers go on a little ways without you.

“Oh, amore… There is nothing I would want more. I… I love you.” He sighed into you, pressing his pointy nose into your cheek, his moustache tickling the corner of your lips.

“I love you too.. Oh, Copia, I love you. I love you, I love you!” Your heart fluttered as you whispered those words over and over again, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing your sweet Cardinal over and over again, his beautifully odd eyes closing as a soft moan escaped him.

“Are you two coming?” Secondo called back, and the two of you looked over with grins on your faces.

“Not yet, but we will be soon..” Copia murmured to you with a wink, causing you to gasp at him with wide eyes before you giggled, strolling hand in gloved hand to join the three Papas and head back to the ministry.

And you couldn’t help but shake your head in disbelief. Who knew you’d be spending Christmas at the Church of Satan? But with the Papas, with your darling Cardinal, you truly felt that it was where you belonged.

end <3

Happy holidays everyone! 🖤

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Finished my Phantom Copia sketches! Please enjoy angels of music! ♥️✨

🥲💜still thinkin about Him💜🥲

Uno Night

Primo x teen, sleepy reader (Platonic)

Primo finds you asleep, listening to his album.

/ / /

yeah. no explanation. it's 2 am and zoo has sleepy bitch disease (again)

. . .

"Where's the kid?"

A silence fell over the room. Copia looked to his brothers. "Haven't you seen y/n? Surely they're running around here somewhere."

"You know teenagers," spoke Secondo. "You know, when I was their age-"

"We know, fratello. Let's hope they're not following in your footsteps," Terzo interrupts. "They don't cause trouble, generally. Unless they're with the ghouls; then we should have need for concern."

"Oh, lord below, I'm sure they are fine. They're nearly an adult you know. But if you are that concerned, Copia, I will go look for them. The three of you can continue without me."

"Thank you, fratello. I do appreciate it. It is not like them to miss Uno night."

Primo rolled his eyes before walking out the door.

His footsteps echoed loudly throughout the empty hall. There was not a soul in sight; no ghouls, siblings, or even Sister Imperator. He wondered what everyone could be up to; it was most likely that everyone had their own things going on. He imagined siblings in their own private quarters, partaking in their own individual activities. A bit of light reading, perhaps; or watching TV, drawing, writing, working, sleeping.

He wondered what you could be up to. It was possible you were with the ghouls; or maybe you were in your own bedroom, having forgotten about tonight's game. Maybe you were in the kitchen, making a late night snack. Maybe you had elected to spend the night with another sibling. No matter what you were doing, he was determined to discover your whereabouts. He just hoped it wasn't mischievous or dangerous.

As he approached your bedroom, he listened for any signs of life. He heard none, even after he knocked on your door. Opening the door, he discovered your still-made bed; he supposed you hadn't been in there yet for the night. He continued to ponder where you could be.

Next he tried the kitchen. Though he discovered a small group of ghouls that were absolutely up to no good, he didn't find you. He rolled his eyes as Aether swallowed a banana whole with the peel, turning to leave.

"Have you checked the commons?" Called Swiss.

"No, I have not. Is that where they are?"

"They were earlier. 'Dunno if they still are though," Aether manages with a mouthful of banana.

"Ah, well- thank you. I will stop by." He starts walking out the door once more. "Please stop eating the bananas whole!" He calls.

As he heads towards the common room, he wonders what you could be doing there. Sometimes the ghoulettes host game nights, which may explain the halls' emptiness.

Pushing open the heavy oak door, he is met with an empty common room. A fire is roaring in the fireplace, the only defense against the bitter chill that plagues the Ministry at this time of year.

He walks to the center of the room, making his way around the giant couch. Once he does, he spots you.

You're fast asleep, tangled up in a thin green blanket within the soft confines of the couch. You're curled up slightly, chest rising and falling with steady rhythms. He spots your phone, clutched tightly in hand, a pair of earbuds connected and in your ears.

With a sigh, he steps closer to your figure. He carefully removes the earbuds and phone from your grasp, turning it on to pause whatever you had drifted off listening to. He smiles, chuckling to himself when he sees.

You had fallen asleep to Opus Eponymous.

His album.

He leans down to your height. Brushing the hair out of your face, he decides to rouse you.

You stir, a deep whine escaping your lips as you crack your eyelids open. "...Primo?"

"Ah, good evening," he greets, "are you ready for bed, dolce?"

"What?" Your voice is rough with sleep, confusion on your face.

He chuckles. "Let's get you to bed." He reaches out to pull the blanket off of you; you whine, burying your face in your arms. "Come on now, don't be difficult. Bedtime, let's go." You don't move, breaths steadying once more. He sighs, using his hands to shake you gently. "Bambino, wake up. Bedtime."

Finally, you awaken. You open your eyes fully, brows knitting together in confusion as you use your arms to lift yourself slightly. You suck in a deep breath, unable to form words quite yet.

"Hello sleeping beauty," he teases, "are you ready for bed?"

You rub your eyes, pushing yourself to sit up on the couch. The remaining part of the blanket falls from your form, ending into a pile around you. You sleepily nod.

He helps you stand, smiling at the way you press yourself against his side for warmth. He picks up the blanket and wraps it around your shoulders, then returns your cell phone.

"My dear, I saw what you were listening to. How on Earth did you fall asleep to my album? It is not, eh... very soothing."

"Missed you," you mumble, still too drowsy to think.

"'Missed me?' I am right here."

"Busy."

"Ah, well. Would you miss me a little less if I took you to bed?"

"Mhm."

"Very well. But first we must meet with my brothers. They are very worried about you."

"Huh? Why?"

"It is Uno night. Have you forgotten?"

"Aw... I wanna play Uno..."

"Nope. Bedtime."

"Please?"

"No."

"Can I at least watch for a bit?"

He sighs. "Fine. You may watch one round, but then it is off to bed."

. . .

The others cheered when you entered the room.

"Child, we thought you no longer loved us," Terzo yells dramatically.

"Where were you?" Questions Secondo.

"You, eh... look drowsy," Copia chimes in.

"Napping in the den," Primo says, taking a seat at the table. "They wanted to say hi before going to bed. Isn't that right, y/n?"

You nod. "I wanna watch for a bit though." You sit on the couch a few feet away from the table.

"Just watching?" Terzo whines. "Come on, the games are always more interesting when you join!"

Primo shoots him a glare. "No. They're going to bed after this round. Now who's shuffling the cards?"

You quickly lose focus once the game starts. They're oddly quiet; there's no yelling, no throwing of cards. Instead they talk quietly, calmly explaining their complete and utter rage when being handed a thrice-stacked draw four card. You're still sleepy, so you decide to lie down on the couch for a moment. Only for a moment; after all, the game would be ending soon, and Primo would be putting you to bed.

You curl up, using one of the couch pillows to rest your head on. You toss the blanket over your legs, watching the brothers play with half-lidded eyes. Over time, those eyes begin to close; before long, you're fast asleep.

. . .

Primo sighs. "I knew I should have taken them to bed."

"What?"

"Look."

The four men pause as your sleeping form is noticed.

"Poor thing," Copia mutters, "they must've had a rough day."

"They fell asleep to my album," gloats Primo. "They said they missed me."

"That is such bullshit. They probably had a playlist going and that's the song they were listening to," Terzo tells him.

"I went into their music library to pause the music. They were listening to my album."

The arguing is interrupted when a yawn is heard from your direction. "Whadya talkin' about?" You ask, words slurring from sleep. Your eyes open, and you sit up slightly.

"Don't worry baby, just go back to sleep," Copia says. "We're sorry to wake you."

"Wasn't sleeping," you rub your eyes, "Jus' bored."

"Alright," Primo stands. "That's enough. I should have tucked you in long ago. Come on, time for bed dolcezza."

You whine. "What about the game? Aren't you gonna finish?"

"We already did, long ago," Secondo chuckles. "You've been asleep this whole time."

"Was not."

"Were too."

"Alright, enough. Come on, kiddo. Bedtime." Primo hovers over you now, and helps you to your feet. You're wobbly, still sleepy, and press against him. He smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "Ah, don't forget your blanket." He picks it up and hands it to you. "Okay, sleepy-time. Come on."

A chorus of "good night, sleep well!" can be heard from throughout the room. Unable to form a coherent thought, all you can think of to respond with is a soft-spoken "Night night." The room goes silent.

You hear Terzo giggle, followed by a loud smack, then; "ooow! What the Hell was that for?!"

Copia stands to bid you goodnight. "Pleasant dreams," he whispers, pressing a kiss to your head. "I would tell you to sleep well, but it already seems that you will." He winks at you. "Good night."

Primo acts as your support as the two of you walk down the hallway. When you yawn for the millionth time, he asks, "Kiddo, did you take something to make you this tired?"

You nod. "I had hives again, so I took three benedryl."

"Ah, now it makes sense."

. . .

"Comfy?" He asks, smirking at the way you're pressed up against him. You're curled up in his bed, half asleep with your head pressed into the crook of his arm. You've only been here a moment, but the drowsiness has already taken over.

"Mhm," you mumble, nuzzling further into him. A few moments later, you're asleep yet again.

"Sorry for keeping you up, kiddo. I would have put you to bed a lot earlier if I'd known." Your only response is light snoring. "Poor thing." He hadn't even been able to keep you awake long enough to make a trip to your bedroom for pajamas; he was thankful you'd dressed yourself in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie that day. At least you weren't sleeping in jeans.

It hadn't taken him long to coax you onto the bed. You'd laid down first without him, waiting as he got dressed. When he'd returned a moment later, you were already on the verge of sleep, clutching his pillow and laying atop the covers.

Now he's got you cozied up to him, watching as your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. He leans over to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Night night, little one."

Ok but getting overwhelmed and hiding in secondos bed until you calm down,,,, like I just wanna get wrapped up in his blankets and pillows and take a nap

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HEHRHEISOAOXWIWOAPA YEEEEESSSSSS

okay so I’m autistic and getting overwhelmed is somewhat common. So like I’m thinking:

Getting overwhelmed bc of sensory issues or routine changes or whatever and sneaking into Secondo’s room. Putting on an Albert Hitchcock record and burying yourself in his blankets and pillows. You made sure to stop by your room to get a stuffed animal, the small item tucked safely in your arms with papa’s blankets all around.

You raided his closet for a White Sox hoodie that was at least two sizes two big for you. Getting swaddled up in his sheets, your face pressed into a pillow as you slowly drifted off.

You wake up to papa entering his quarters, muttering multiple Italian swear words in rapid succession. You sat up in the bed, his hoodie still swallowing you up, your stuffie clutched in your arms. “Papa?”

Papa jumps damn near out of his skin and then he’s like “awwww is someone sleepy? Napping all by yourself, little one?” And teasing you.

You just glare and whine, not unlike a petulant child. Papa kicks off his shoes, sheds his robes, and then he’s in your blanket nest. He’s got you pressed into his chest, his fingers stroking over your hair, his body heat spreading to you, making you feel so relaxed. Papa coos, gentle and loving, “go back to sleep little one. Papa is here now.”

Family gathering y’all

I love y’all’s blog, it’s amazing! How do you think the papas would react to reader calling them an “Italian stallion”?😏

This is one of the most hilarious ones so far. And thank you ♡ - Jez

Papas being called an Italian stallion by their s/o

Primo

"A retired one, perhaps, sí?"

He chuckles softly, finding it absolutely adorable.

Primo was the least sexually active out of his brothers, not just because of his age, but mostly because he didn't find as much fun in it and preferred to keep it intimate.

But now that he has the right person by his side, he lets himself be a bit more playful with it.

Secondo

Chokes on his drink and looks at you, genuinely confused.

You were supposed to be the innocent one in this relationship, hello?

Genuinely bamboozled.

Don't get me wrong, he likes the compliment (and he is well hung, we've all seen Year Zero), but he didn't expect you to say shit like that.

Once he gets past the initial shock, he chuckles with a small smirk and pats his thigh.

"Well, amore? Come on in, let Papa give you a ride."

Terzo

Like his older brother, Terzo's shocked, but he reacts by laughing.

"Well, baby, you know what they say. Save a horse, ride a Papa."

He's gonna almost demand you ride him, now that you called him that.

And he's not letting it go, either.

He will randomly call you and say your Italian stallion is lonely and needs your company.

Or he's gonna wrap his arms around you from behind, his erection presses against your ass as he whispers that your Italian Stallion needs attention.

He's menace and he's not living it down, you brought this upon yourself, love.

Copia

If you did that when he's a cardinal or when his facepaint is off, the noises he makes would be the audio equivalent of a keyboard smash.

He's just so, so confused and needs coddling. Especially if he's still the cardinal.

As he gets more confident in his role as Papa, he might react more confidently, though the initial awkward chuckle is always there.

If he's very confident, he'll just kinda squeeze your hip and say he's gonna let you take a ride later, since you're such an eager cowgirl/cowboy.

Old Nihil

Bro puffs his chest so much he's like a fucking peacock.

He's very happy to know you're still impressed with his Seven Inches of Satanic Panic.

And considering his age, he doesn't really have much energy to take charge anymore, so you're usually riding him anyway.

He's just so eager to make you ride him, too!

"Come to Papa, sweetie. Papa wants to you ride him."

Young Nihil

He's even more eager than he is when he's old.

Similarly to Terzo, he's willing play into it and mess with you because of it.

He's much more likely to be loud about it, though.

Will call out to you in public and talk to you about how your Italian stallion needs someone to ride him so he doesn't feel neglected.

He's also very likely to just randomly pull you into him and give you a very clear look that he wants to take you somewhere private.

"Come on, babe, you want a stallion, you gotta take care of him.*