#primo emeritus

[uncomfortablyghoul]

I BEG for you to make it so a ghoul finds Mountain fucking something. Maybe, like I commented, Primo fucking Mountain. I just need him to get all flustered when he gets caught. PLEASE

LUCKILY I'm still in a fruit fucking mood best friend x I am picturing Terzo era Mountain for these produce fucking things because I think he's so dumb and horny but too shy to ask to fuck :( I am also a Primo small but THICK dick truther so I hope that's okay !

A peach this time, one that had fallen from the tree and Mountain hadn't noticed for a while. Mountain tries so hard to think of normal things to do with it, maybe making it into a cobbler or a jam for his pack but his thumb tracing over the skin has his dick chubbing in his pants, scuttling into his greenhouse to hide from any potential viewers, blissfully unaware of Primo watching him while trimming his shrubs.

It's beautiful to Mountain, the skin a deep burgundy with orange hues, slowly pressing his fingers into it, wriggling against the soft, mushy flesh of the fruit as he tries to wiggle the pit out, it taking a few attempts, being so careful that the fruit doesn't split as he gently wriggles the pit out. He outright moans as he uses the same fingers to dig a hole wide enough for his dick, juice dripping from his fingers down his palm and onto his wrist that he quickly laps up.

He barely needs to spit onto his dick to lube it up from all the peach juice, groaning as he slowly sinks into it, the fruit tight enough he has to pause so he doesn't cum before he can really enjoy it. He can barely think when he starts moving, the fruit getting looser and sloppier from his frantic pounding, biting one of his hands to muffle his sounds despite the wet, sloppy sound of the flesh of the fruit.

Primo doesn't speak right away, stands in the doorway of the greenhouse, Mountain too lost in fucking the fruit to notice the heat escaping the greenhouse or the papa watching him intensely. It takes Primo looming behind him, grabbing his hips to guide his pace, slower and less destructive to really drag it out.

"Mountain, you sweet, pathetic ghoul," Primo's voice purrs, his hand still steadying a hip to slow the ghouls erratic rutting. "A peach? really? I thought with your... size you could've at least went for another ghoul." he clicks his tongue, his free hand parting Mountain's ass so his thumb can gently trace Mountain's tight, untouched rim, his touch so featherlight that Mountain's hips stutter, nearly collapsing onto his work table. "Look at you, so lost in the juice and the mess, you didn't even notice me watching, hm? how pitiful."

"N-now, wait a minute," Mountain stammers, his voice cracking as he tries to regain some semblance of composure. The peach, now forgotten and caught against the table and Mountain's belly, drips its sweet juice onto the wood. He tries to pull away, but Primo's grip on his hip tightens, keeping him in place, cock stuck inside the sloppy, wet flesh of the fruit. "It wasn't...I wasn't... I was just... experimenting!" he protests weakly, his cheeks flushing a deep red under Primo's gaze, only getting more confused as Primo swipes his thumb in the mixture of peach juice, pre and spit before tracing Mountain's rim again. "What are you doing?" Mountain manages to ask, his voice a breathy whisper.

Primo's smirk deepens at the sound of Mountain's desperate protest, his thumb pressing weightlessly against the rim where the fruit's pulp had been smeared. "Experimenting, huh?" he purrs, his voice dropping an octave as he begins to work his finger slowly in and out of Mountain's entrance. The combined sensation of the soft, squishing fruit beneath him and the invasive, probing motion inside Mountain makes him gasp, his body instinctively arching to give Primo more access while his hips begin to buck rhythmically against the sticky, sweet flesh. "You think I believe that?" Primo whispers cruelly, watching Mountain squirm under his thumb and the weight of the fruit, enjoying the way the poor boy humps blindly against the peach, completely lost as Primo winds his fingers tighter, claiming him while Mountain tries to pull away.

"Shh, stop pushing, will you?" Primo commands, leaning in to nip at Mountain's ear, "Just feel what I'm doing. Let the peach and my thumb do the work while you watch." As Mountain continues to hump frantically, unable to stop the friction, Primo adjusts his grip, ensuring that every thrust of Mountain's hips presses the peach further down his dick.

Primo doesn't wait for Mountain to finish his frantic, confused grinding. With a cruel grin, he withdraws his probing thumb, the sticky scent of crushed fruit coating his skin, and replaces it with the fat girth of his dick. Before Mountain can even react Primo hoists his hips higher to position the ghoul under him, with slow, purposeful pressure he slowly sinks into Mountain's ass, the contrast of Mountain's cock still trapped inside the fruit and the invasive, rough penetration sends a bolt through both of them. "That's it," Primo growls, his voice rough with anticipation as he begins a rhythmic, punishing pace, filling the hollow of Mountain's untouched hole. Mountain awkwardly scrambles between the table and Primo's weight above him, awkward groans and mewls escaping him as each of Primo's thrusts force his dick in and out of the peach. The friction is intense, the sensation overwhelming, and Primo, driven by the sight of Mountain's desperate struggle and the mess of peach juice leaking around his cock, pushes harder and faster until he cums deep inside Mountain with a low growl, hips stuttering.

Mountain lets out a broken cry as his orgasm crashes through him, his hips bucking helplessly against the ruined peach. The fruit's flesh gives way completely, splitting open as hot cum spills out, mixing with the sticky peach juice to create a glistening, viscous mess. His breath comes in ragged gasps as Primo slowly pulls out, and Mountain's trembling legs finally give out, sending him collapsing onto the table. He lies there, panting, his chest heaving as he stares at the pathetic sight besides him - the peach now nothing more than a mangled, pulpy husk, smeared with his own release. Primo's laugh is low and cruel as he takes in the scene. "Look at that," he sneers, grabbing a handful of Mountain's hair and forcing his head to turn to look at his mess. "You couldn't last a month topside without fucking a piece of fruit? pathetic." Mountain's cheeks burn with humiliation and shame yet he can't tear his eyes away from the sloppy, cum covered remains of the peach, his own seed pooling in the crevices of the broken skin and flesh.

[iamtherealaetherghoul]

How do you think wife Aero spends his husbands money? what's his favourite treat to buy himself with Primo's wages teehee

Aero loves buying books with the prettiest covers. He’s already read those books but you don’t understand these ones have gorgeous covers :(

He also really likes buying himself lingerie cause he knows Primo can’t handle himself when Aero dresses up pretty. His itty bitty titties in wine red lace, his cunt hidden by a sheet skirt and matching panties with a little bow. Aero is so good at being a whore.

Now when you say treat I think of food cause a trinket is different so I think Aero is into like delicacies. Fancy truffles, decadent little pieces of fudge. Things like that. And Primo loves that it adds chub to Aero’s frame. The air ghouls thighs getting a bit chunkier, his hips filling out. Primo loves the added weight.

Ugh they i’m sobbing

[iamtherealaetherghoul]

primo referring to aero as "my wife" so consistently that the newer siblings of sin genuinely think he's secretly married to a woman.

it's a completely reasonable misunderstanding.

every conversation is:

"i'll have to ask my wife."

"my wife packed me lunch."

"my wife worries if i skip breakfast."

"my wife wanted new curtains."

"my wife says i work too much."

never once does he elaborate.

so eventually one very confused sibling catches him alone in a corridor.

"...your eminence?"

"Yes?"

"I hope this isn't too personal but... I thought you were married to Ghoul Aero?"

Primo blinks.

"I am."

"..."

"..."

"So... when did you marry a woman?"

Primo looks genuinely bewildered.

Before he can answer, there's the familiar sound of claws clicking against the stone floor.

Two arms slide around Primo's waist from behind. A chin settles comfortably on his shoulder.

"Hello, mon cher," Aero purrs before pressing a kiss against Primo's cheek.

Primo immediately melts backwards into him like that's simply where he's meant to be.

"There you are," he says softly. "How is my wife this morning?"

Aero's tail gives an impossibly happy wag.

"Better now that I've found you."

He steals another kiss from Primo's cheek while Primo reaches back to absentmindedly scratch behind one of his horns.

The sibling just stands there.

Watching.

Trying to process.

"..."

"..."

"...oh."

Aero notices them for the first time.

"Oh! Good morning!"

The sibling nods slowly.

"So... you're..."

"Mhm?"

"...the wife."

"Yes."

"You're... his wife."

"I am."

"And you're... a man."

"Very much so."

"...right."

Another pause.

Primo smiles without even looking up from the papers in his hands, one hand automatically finding Aero's where it's resting around his waist.

The sibling sighs.

"Okay. Cool. Just wanted to make sure I hadn't missed a wedding."

"You did."

"I—"

"Ours," Primo says matter-of-factly. "You simply weren't invited."

"...I wasn't aware there was a wedding."

"There wasn't," Aero admits cheerfully.

"We just decided we were married one day."

"It saved us a great deal of paperwork."

The sibling stares at them for another few seconds before giving a slow nod.

"You know what?"

"Yes?"

"I'm actually less confused than I was five minutes ago."

"Excellent," Primo says.

"Because this somehow makes perfect sense for the two of you."

The sibling walks away, they're not getting involved in... whatever that is.

[dem0nteef]

arranging my dolls my legos my worldbuilding little critters—

so eventually i ended up briefly(?) talking about my stances on primo to some folks. so here we go...

why i think farkus = primo is a fun and good theory

obligatory disclaimer: i used to be VERY much a "gardening grandpa primo" enthusiast back when i got into gonst, lurked w/o interacting with others and mostly knew fanon. i still think it's a classic for a reason, it's just that after having sunken my teef (ha) into lore + the oldest interviews, i personally cannot write him in that 100% wholesome way. 😭 which is okay...

We don't know much at all about Farkus. Besides him being Nihil's brother.

"All the Papas are Nihil's sons" theory is one I will forever champion, but speculating about Primo and Nihil's age difference and potential age overall always drove me crazy and was tough to make sense of, lmao.

In the comics, Farkus is stated to already have kids when Nihil is about 18 years old.

For my own worldbuilding, the following order of events would make sense: Sister creates the foundation of the Ghurch as we know it / early Ghost Project ⇨ big falling out between her and Nihil; they likely lose touch for some time ⇨ the cult continues functioning, duuuuhhh, but the band is forced into an indefinite hiatus ⇨ the Project is brought back as an excellent propaganda tool—the one issue is that the Ghurch still needs a face to pull it together publicly ⇨ solution? Primo's older Satanic fanatic of a brother; doesn't matter how many children he might have had, or what he's been doing up to that point—we all know that Primo would throw everything aside if it meant serving the devol with all his life...

I like to think that Secondo and Terzo have spent the first years of their lives outside of the Ghurch (or mostly outside of it? perhaps while being loosely monitored / having kept tabs on them?). In contrast, it'd make sense that Primo=Farkus (in this case, their uncle) turned out so fanatical and spiritually devoted (in an old-school, "mirror of the stereotypical devoted clergyman trope" way) due to being a cradle-cultist.

Sure, we haven't seen Marika or Nihil behaving fanatically, but that doesn't really matter; the same upbringing often leads to different outcomes. I wouldn’t be surprised if Primo spent the time away from his family on doing his own religious research and trying to deepen his connection to the Infernal.

Anyway, Primo = Farkus gud.

[uncomfortablyghoul]

Thigh fucking. Take your pick, I’d be happy with any of these goobers >:3 (but maybe Aero and Primo)

YESS I'm sorry I took so long sweetpea I had to cook only the best thing for you teehee xx my soft old men :( I don't know why I got so into horses with this but I was trying to work on dialogue, Aero deserved some worship whoops !

Since Aero had retired he had gained weight. Not terribly noticeable to most people, a little more softness in his tummy, his trousers a bit more snug than when he was living the chaotic life of touring, an irregular schedule and constantly being ferried between venues and cities meant he rarely had time to eat.

He much preferred the quieter life he had now. Regular, stable hours doing accountant work for the ministry. A regular routine of finishing up work, going to Primo's chamber to eat whatever traditional Italian recipe the Papa had found. From hearty fish stews from coastal regions to tough cuts of beef marinated in expensive wines he couldn't pronounce before being braised for hours until tender from the North West.

Primo pretended not to notice, he wanted to be a proper gentleman but he can't stop himself from serving Aero bigger portions, blaming his older age and less active lifestyle. Can't help it if he likes seeing Aero fill out, loves seeing how Aero's retirement makes him seem so much more happy. It's not his fault if his dick chubs up watching Aero get dressed in the morning, watching the ghoul wiggle to get his slacks over his butt and thighs.

The human can't stop himself, shuffling behind Aero as the ghoul is still half dressed, his hands finding Aero's hips, thumbs tracing the fuller curves there, and his voice dropped to a smoky rasp. "Caro, you were always a feast. Now you are a banquet." He knows Aero's thoughts on his new body, the constant tugging at his uniform to hide the swell of his belly, fiddling with his trousers to try and make his legs appear slimmer.

Aero shivers at the touch, a soft, breathy laugh escaping his lips as he leans back ever so slightly into Primo's hands. His own fingers pause on the buttons of his shirt, leaving it hanging open. 'You say that now," he murmurs, his voice tinged with a hint of that old insecurity that hasn't quite faded, "but I feel like a mare who's been let out to pasture. Too much grain, not enough gallop." He glances over his shoulder, eyes searching Primo's face for any hint of joking, finding only a heat that makes his breath catch. Primo's thumbs press deeper into the flesh of his hips, a possessive, grounding pressure that silences the doubt.

Primo's thumbs slide from Aero's hips to the small of his back, tracing the new, softer curve there with a reverence that teeters on worship. "You think I want a racehorse?" Primo's voice is low, roughened by desire as he presses a kiss to the nape of Aero's neck. "I want a stallion who's earned his rest, hm? This," Primo gently squeezes the soft pudge he's admiring, "Is proof you're here, that you're whole and you're mine." His hands roam lower, gripping Aero's fuller thighs with a groan. "I could spend hours between these, Aero. Days. Eons. And I'd still want more."

Aero's breath hitches, a soft whimper escaping him as Primo's hands roam. He squirms, half-hearted protests dying on his lips when Primo's grip on his thighs tightens. "Primo… I'm not…" He trails off, a flush creeping up his neck as he feels the heat of Primo's hands, the sincerity in his touch. When Primo's fingers dig into the softer flesh, Aero's hips jerk forward involuntarily, a needy sound slipping out. "I have to go to work-" Aero whines out, boxers already dampening at Primo's touch.

"Papa's got you, amor," Primo murmurs, his voice a low growl as he pushes Aero's trousers down, baring his soft, plush thighs. He runs his thumbs over the sensitive skin, his touch both possessive and adoring. "Look at you…so perfect like this. Work can wait. Let papa worship you." He leans down, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of Aero's thigh, nipping lightly at the tender flesh. "You're beautiful, my loyal ghoul."

Primo can't resist, standing again as he trails his hands over Aero's front, what was once slightly concave now fit nicely in Primo's palms, spilled between his fingers as he groans into Aero's shoulder. He slowly paws at his bulge, muttering an excuse about keeping Aero late as he shimmies his pyjamas down enough to free his cock, stroking it a few times before slipping it between Aero's now soft thighs, a slow grinding rhythm "Tell me how it feels,"

Aero shivers slightly, a soft gasp escaping his lips as Primo's warmth presses between his thighs. His voice is low, a mix of surprise and pleasure as he murmurs, 'It feels… thick, heavy - can feel your cock pulsing."

Primo groans, his hips rolling slowly as he grinds against Aero's plush thighs. "Aero… these thighs were made for this. Look at you, all soft and perfect." He tips his head back, breath hitching as he brings a hand between them to stroke Aero's stiff t-dick in firm, quick tugs to bring Aero to the brink with him.

It's not really Primo's fault if he cums over Aero's soft thighs, watching his thick cum dribble down the pale skin as he works Aero through his own orgasm before handing him a handkerchief to clean himself up before patting his ass and sending him on his way to work :(

[iamtherealaetherghoul]

thanks to @uncomfortablyghoul i’m thinking about aero becoming the ministry’s most spoiled malwife.

it doesn’t even happen on purpose.

primo just…starts bringing him things.

first it’s practical. a nicer blanket because the old one wasn’t soft enough. a cushion because aero kept stealing primo’s pillow in his sleep. a new tea set because aero mentioned once, once, that he thought the porcelain cups in the abbey kitchens were chipped.

then it becomes less practical.

rings.

bracelets.

earrings.

chains that sit so prettily against aero’s throat.

hair ribbons made of silk because primo thought they’d match his eyes. embroidered robes because “the fabric reminded me of you.” perfumes imported from halfway across the world because aero liked the smell of the sample. delicate nightshirts that cost more than most people’s monthly wages because primo wanted him to have something comfortable.

aero stops asking where everything came from because the answer is always the same.

“i saw it and thought of my wife.”

wife.

not as a joke. not to tease him, that’s just…what primo calls him.

“have you seen my wife?”

“my wife should be asleep.”

“i’ll have to ask my wife what he’d prefer.”

“my wife worries too much.”

and every single time aero melts into an embarrassed puddle.

meanwhile aero absolutely leans into being a housewife without either of them ever having a conversation about it.

he keeps their rooms spotless because primo works enough already.

he freshens up the nest every morning, fluffing pillows, replacing blankets, making sure everything smells like lavender and cedar before primo comes back.

he cooks dinner almost every evening—not because primo expects it, but because aero genuinely loves seeing the way primo relaxes after the first bite. he’ll have tea waiting when primo finishes paperwork, warm slippers by the bed in winter, fresh flowers on the windowsill because he knows they make primo smile.

he quietly mends tiny tears in primo’s cassocks before they become noticeable. keeps track of when the pantry needs restocking. remembers which teas help with headaches and which biscuits primo absentmindedly reaches for while reading.

their room slowly becomes less like a papa’s chambers and more like their home.

whenever anyone asks where papa is, it’s always the same answer.

“probably with his wife.”

they’re sickening. truly.

primo spends an unreasonable amount of money making sure his wife has everything he could ever want, and aero quietly spends every waking moment making sure primo never has to worry about anything once he comes home.

[phylophocidae]

⛓️°• June NSFW is up! And it's a three page comic featuring Primo and Crust because I cannot get enough of the earlier eras and I missed drawing wrinkly old men and their giant ghouls. It's a tad late due to the aforementioned eye infection but hopefully all the content within is more than enough to make up for it! KOFI | PATREON

[uncomfortablyghoul]

What papas have daddy/mommy issues?

OKAY I took a while on this because I didn't want to purely project so I did nose about and get a feel on how childhood issues can influence people differently as adults so I hope this is within range of what you wanted!! I'll do Copia and Pet separately so this doesn't get too long x

For Primo I think he was forced to grow up quick, Nihil treated him much better compared to the others but just wasn't a very good father and struggled to actually deal with Primo behaving like a child. Primo is forced to try to live up to extremely high expectations whilst also being expectated to behave like a mini adult basically so he took on a lot of responsibilities for Secondo when he was little. He spent hours with expensive fancy tutors, being forced to constantly exceed in every subject while trying to take care of Secondo since Nihil didn't pay him much attention.

When Primo hit his teens and Secondo was like 11/12 I think he started to experience side affects from years of intense stress, he regularly gets terrible migraines and has problems sleeping. He does eventually hit the point of being burnt out, regressing from being the responsible young man to just an angsty teenager, he surprisingly isn't actually an angry person but he's constantly so overwhelmed he snaps all the time or overreacts to minor inconveniences until people around the ministry start to brand him as an aggressive person. He feels a lot of guilt about it but isn't great with communication about feelings, he also carries a lot of guilt and shame when he even slightly doesn't measure up, something as stupid as getting a date wrong can send him spiralling for days after, locks himself in his room and refuses to talk about it when he eventually leaves.

I think Primo's mother did try to be in her son's life but Nihil drove her away and refused to tell Primo how to contact her. He isn't as deeply affected by this since a lot of his tutors and nannys were very good maternal figures but they also held him up to the extreme standards Nihil did so it wasn't great for him.

Secondo I think was a lot different, Nihil did NOT like him even as a baby. His mother was a young lady Nihil got pregnant while he was drunk and he had no clue until the women turned up with the tiny thing in her arms and her suitcases with her. She really wanted to settle down since she had Secondo but Nihil hated the 'domestic' life and would instead just not acknowledge either of them which made her resent Secondo a bit.

Her presence after his first couple months was erratic, she would visit regularly for a couple months, disappear and reappear which wasn't great for Secondo. As a smaller kid I think he'd lean more into trying to please everyone for attention but once he hits his tweens/teens? he just gets sick of it and shifts to any attention is good attention. He doesn't really understand boundaries since no one was there to teach him about consequences or how to regulate himself.

I think there's a few reasons he leaned into the party scene, he has low self esteem and the party scenes gives him a sense of belonging and validation, he wants to reject the strict rules and regulations of the ministry and his new lifestyle is the opposite of it and I think he leans into sex, drugs, alcohol etc as a way to cope with his feelings and numb himself. He struggles with alcohol probably the most as a teen, he struggles to interact with non clergy when he's not drunk so before he even goes out he'll have an excessive amount of pre drinks and turn up already smashed to parties.

It took until his teens for him to start using sex to cope as well, ends up putting himself in dangerous situations with sleeping with older people or people he doesn't know because he sees the attention of being lusted after as him being valued. It takes a lot of years of having a consistent partner within Alpha to start working on this as an adult. Primo tried his best to help Secondo during this time but he was already Papa by the time Secondo had started to do it constantly so he couldn't do much.

TERZO I think had a very adoring mother but yet again NIHIL chases her away. She stays in more regular contact than Secondo's mother did, but she is very much the type to care immensely about her aesthetic and physical appearance so it did rub off on Terzo. Like had a full blown skin care routine before he hit double digits because he wanted his mother to praise him and love him.

Nihil really resented Terzo, he hated how camp Terzo was from a young age, how much Terzo cared about his appearance so Nihil was much more directly abusive towards him. This makes Terzo lean further into his skincare and careful dieting to make sure he stays beautiful, I think he probably had an eating disorder from maybe 8 ish till after his retirement. He was probably the only one to openly argue against the ministry, especially about their treatment of ghouls which only made Nihil hate him more.

Looping back to his mother, she doesn't even know what he's only doing all of it to try and please her, she just thinks she has a lot in common with her son and tries to bond with him over it. Once he hits puberty and starts having acne or gaining weight and she mentions it it instils a lot of anxiety in him about bodily changes that are entirely natural and normal as he's scared he'll lose these things that make him worthy of praise. When she makes a self deprecating comment it digs into Terzo's self esteem too, knowing he shared those genetics and thinks she won't think he's beautiful if he looks like her despite him thinking she was the most beautiful person to exist.

Jumping back to Nihil, I think the abuse makes Terzo hate authority and not trust them, it makes him want to constantly be in charge. There's multiple aspects to this as well, his needs for safety and love are ignored so his life is unpredictable and chaotic, trying to control people or his environment gives him a sense of stability, to try and combat the helplessness he felt while being abused he becomes very bossy to ensure he won't feel that helpless again. He also is mirroring his environment, the ministry is run on rigid structure and strict rules so his understanding is warped and he thinks controlling other people is the only way to have his needs met.