Just Us And Time (Papa Primo/Reader) Fluff And Just Two People Who Love Each Other. SFW.

Just Us and Time (Papa Primo/Reader) Fluff and just two people who love each other. SFW.

“Amore..”

“Yes, Papa?”

“Amoorree”, Papa Emeritus The First, or Primo as you lovingly called him, was your seat at the moment. There was a hint of both amusement and annoyance in his voice when he realized you weren’t budging from his comfortable lap.

He sighs as his fingers rest at the middle of your thigh, “What am I going to do with you, mio amore?”. You pretend to ponder over this question like he was questioning you in Latin classes and you remembered how those Latin classes got you in his life in the first place. You giggle as you give up the act only to lean in and peck him on the cheek. “I’m sorry Papa, but you said you wouldn’t work late again..” and give Primo your best pout which makes him give out a feigned gasp. Primo places his hand over his chest and returns you a small grin as those fingers slowly trace circles over your hip.

“Oh, amore! How could I forget? Mi dispiace” Primo’s chest rumbles out a chuckle and pecks your cheek back as his hand now raises higher, sitting perfectly on your waist. “How could I keep mia amata waiting like this” His lips meet the beginning of your jaw, “How will she cope?” another peck to your chin, “How can she handle being alone, with me, for so long?” he teases you and another kiss is added to the corner of your lips. Another kiss to your cheek, another to your ear then underneath it and it was overwhelming you in the best of ways.

“Hehehe, Papa!” you shriek with laughter as those fingers tighten around your waist and begin to pinch all of the spots that made you laugh. He was tickling you and you hadn’t realized he was reeling you into his trap until it was too late. You tried to get away and stop his hands from their assault but it was too late, he had you caught in between his desk and his lap and there wasn’t anywhere to go. You squealed as his fingers ambushed your unsuspecting skin. The desk was slightly moved across the carpet from both of you playing with each other.

“P-Papa, please! I-I give up! Please! H-Hah-Have mercy!” You manage to yell out right before he stops to just hold you against him and the last of his laughter leaves him. Primo gives a small chuckle and pecks you again but much softer this time to let you know he isn’t planning anything else sinister. It is only when he lets go of you completely to place both hands up by his face that you are convinced he won’t tickle you again. When you go in to kiss his hooked nose your hands make their way inside his papal robes and manage to get to what you thought was the most perfect, the most kissable, the most comfortable abdomen you’d ever laid your hands and head on.

Primo’s hands shoot to your wrists and there’s a gleam of warning in his eyes when you meet them with a smirk on your face. You had to have your justice.

“Amore, I assure you this won’t end well for you” Primo states with a hint of something behind that tone. You were willing to rock his boat if he wanted to rock yours. “Papa..” You taunt him just as he had before he began tickling you. Your Papa glanced away but still held on to your wrists, “Papaaa~” you sang to him. When Primo didn’t turn to meet your gaze you leaned in and kissed his notched ear. You swore you could feel his heart beating a little bit faster.

“Papa, I swear I’ll be gentle..” You whisper to him but he shakes his head lightly and lets go of your wrists. You, still wanting to enact revenge, nearly go in for the kill but there was something that stopped you. The realization dawned on you. The paint hid his eye bags from everyone else but you had gotten closer than anyone else besides his brothers to see just how strained he was from his job. Primo could still get around the Abbey just fine but he was not the young man he used to be. With one more once over to your Papa, you sigh and lean in for another embrace. The love of your life was slowly wilting away at his desk from pointless paperwork.

Primo wraps his tired arms around you despite his exhaustion and sighs, “You always make me feel so strong, Il mio piccolo fiore”. He gives you a kiss at your temple before you hear a whisper, a breath at the shell of your ear “Ti amo” and with that, your shoulders sag, the fluttering stops, and you hug your love even tighter. You felt his aged body relax in your embrace and a long awaited sigh leaves him as if it had been waiting all day to escape.

“I love you too, Primo”

I just wanna fuckin

Y'know what I mean?

Under The Stars

Prompt 23: Cock Warming Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Description: When you return home late from work, you notice that your boyfriend is acting really strange. And soon, you will discover the sweet reason why... Warnings: Cock Warming And A TON Of Fluff... 🤭 Word Count: 1.4k Main MasterList: 🖤 Kinktober MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @queenkhepri, @bihansthot, and @mmeerraa.

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I had just returned home from work after a long and busy day. It wasn't my intention to work late, but I was relieved that Syzoth was more than understanding when I called him to bear the news. It was a fairly ordinary day, and yet I had a feeling about something—like something very special was meant to happen.

Yawning to relieve some of my exhaustion, I ignored the feeling as I unlocked my door, just wanting to hug my boyfriend. But to my surprise, he was nowhere to be seen. I threw my keys on the kitchen counter and then locked the door before going on a hunt to find my man.

But it didn't take too long to find him, because then I walked into my living room to see Syzoth pearing out the window intently. I watched him for a moment as he stared beyond the glass, as if he were looking for something in the sky.

After a few minutes, I could see his expression change—through the reflection of the glass—from concentrated to excited as he exclaimed in a hushed tone, "Yes!"

"Whatcha looking at?" I asked as an amused smirk toyed on my lips. The Zaterran jumped, spinning around on his heels to face me with a sheepish grin.

"H-H-Hi, sunshine! J-Just admiring how clear the sky is tonight." He greeted me, eyes blown wide, not daring to blink once as his face flushed like his hand got caught in the cookie jar.

"Is that so?" I questioned as I raised a brow, not at all believing his excuse.

"Mmhmm!" He hummed as he began fiddling with his hands. From excitement? Anxiety? Who knows? But then he chose to turn the conversation around, raising his arm and holding his hand out for me to take. "Come with me for a moment."

It was an odd request, but he seemed so eager that I couldn't turn it down. Chuckling nervously, I took his hand.

Quickly, he began pulling me along with him towards my apartment door. Though this behavior from my boyfriend was odd—to say the least—I was going to humor him regardless. Clearly, something was going on behind my back and a part of me was eager to learn what it was.

"Come on," Syzoth said as he took me down the hallway, towards the staircase that led to the next floor.

To say I was confused was an understatement, especially when we reached the very top of the stairs and he began walking—with my hand still in his own—in the direction of the door that led to the roof.

"Syzoth, what's going on?" I asked and he squeezed my hand tightly, as if he expected me to let go or pull away.

"Just trust me and follow!" He chuckled as if my confusion was the cutest, most ridiculous thing in the world to him.

When we finally reached the roof, I was even more surprised to see several blankets laid out on the floor. It was almost as if they formed some sort of warm nest. Beside said nest, there was a basket that seemed to be filled with all sorts of candies and snacks as well.

"What is this?" I muttered lowly since I was too focused on my surroundings to speak. That's when Syzoth placed both hands on my shoulders, spinning me around to face him once more.

"Happy anniversary! I thought we could stargaze tonight as we snuggle up together in these blankets!" Syzoth exclaimed proudly, and my heart both pumped harder with love for the man and leaped into my throat due to the sudden realization that I had forgotten such an important milestone in our relationship.

"Sy, I don't know what to say." I said as my expression turned somber. "I... I didn't get you anything in return."

"Oh, that's ok! That isn't what this is about at all. This is actually more of a bonding experience." He smiled lovingly. I cocked my head with a questioning look set in my eyes, so he decided to elaborate. "Lay down and pull up your skirt."

"Huh?!" I gasped, astonished by what he was asking of me.

"Just trust me on this." He shook his head as a hushed giggle left his lips.

Reluctantly, I did as he said. After hearing the metal sounds of a belt buckle being undone, Syzoth laid down beside me and waisted no time before lifting me up in his strong arms and setting me down so I laid flat on top of him. I was comfortable, but then I felt something between my legs and glanced down. My eyes then widen as they focus on the large cock being hugged between my thighs.

Syzoth then throws one of the blankets on top of us, and then his hands sunk below it to grab his member and line it up with his hole. Sex was the last thing I expected right now, but I wasn't complaining. He slowly pushed all inches within my canel, and my lips parted with a breathless moan as he stretched me out. 

He held still for a moment, which I expected. Being way bigger than me, Syzoth always made it a priority to wait for me to adjust to him before ever thrusting his hips once. But then that moment of waiting lasted for a couple of minutes, those minutes eventually leading to even longer. Confused again, I glanced up at my lover to see him gazing at the stars as a sweet smile curled his lips.

"Syzoth?" I spoke up, my voice breaking the silence. He responded with only a soft hum. "Why aren't you moving?"

"I thought it would be nice if we just enjoyed each other's warmth for awhile." He murmured as his arms snaked around me tightly.

The thought never occurred to me, but damn if it wasn't the sweetest thing I had ever heard. Realizing how loved I felt in this moment, I found myself grinning, genuinely happy and content in this moment. Looking back up at the stars, I thanked the heavens for having a man in my life who truly loved me. I couldn't have been more grateful for him being in my life.

I counted each shimmering star in the sky as I relished in the warmth of his embrace and the feeling of his member twitching within my fluttering walls. It was a perfect moment.

"All these beautiful stars in the sky, and not a single one of them is nearly as stunning as you." Syzoth murmured softly in my ear, his warm breath fanning the tender flesh as his thumbs began to gently caress my sides. "I never would have dreamed to find a woman as perfect as you, and yet here you are, in my arms on a beautiful night like this. I truly am so lucky."

I then turned my gaze from the stars to him. I stared into his loving, lime-colored eyes as tears of joy pricked my own. Everything in this moment felt too perfect—good to be true.

"Tell me I'm not dreaming." I demanded softly as I lifted my hand to rake it through his soft hair.

Then he leaned in so his lips were just barely grazing the shell of my ear. Between gentle breaths that warmed my skin, I heard him whisper in the sweetest tone I had ever heard. "This is not a dream, sunshine—this is a dream come true."

Once he pulled away just enough to stare into my eyes again, I quickly pressed my lips to his, sealing them into a passionate kiss. My heart fluttered with pure love for this man. It blew my mind how anyone could treat him as if he were nothing more than a freak. Because to me, he was the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on. And I swore that his soul was brought down from the heavens when he was born into the world. He truly was the greatest gift life had ever given me.

"I love you, Syzoth." I proclaimed after pulling back from our kiss to gaze into his soft orbs once more.

"I love you too, (Y/N)." He whispered back before placing another sweet kiss on my forehead.

We then gave our attention back to the sky. Soon after, a shooting star beamed across the black canvas above us. Though I did not make any wishes, because in reality, I had all that I ever wanted right with me in the moment.

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dad!Ghost part 2

Kind Gestures & Sweet Thank-Yous

Picture lightly edited by me.

Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Description: After an act of pure kindness, Syzoth shows his appreciation towards you in a way you would never expect... Warnings: Fluff!!! 💖 Word Count: 1k MasterList: 🖤 Kassie's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @bihansthot, @katiralovely, @queenkhepri, @blackbunnymayw. (If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know in the comments! 🖤)

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The seasons were changing — the leaves on the nice green trees were fading into beautiful crimsons and oranges, and the sun did little to warm up the day. Fall had always been my most favorite time of the year for these very reasons. I sat outside, cuddled up in my favorite hoodie, while enjoying the cool air. My allies discussed where we would go next, so I figured I had time to rest. Fighting was never something I wanted to do, but Lord Liu Kang made it very clear that I was a very important asset to ensuring their victory in upcoming battles. It was a hard pill to swallow when I was recurited, but one I was forced to accept.

I stayed in my spot and zoned out into my feelings of peace and happiness for a moment, until a sudden feeling of a nearby presence snapped me back to reality. Turning to see who was near me, my eyes met Syzoth — who didn't seem too happy at the moment.

"Hey," I greeted him kindly. He stood before me with a look of pure discomfort distorting his fine features. Curious as to why he seemed so down, I decided to ask, "Are you ok?"

"Y-Yeah," he responded in a raspy, breathy tone. It looked as if he was about to keel over from pain or some kind of sickness, and that's when I noticed just how badly he was shaking. "I-I'm just c-cold,"

"Ooooh," I chuckled while shaking my head as a small bit of relief came over me. I silently thanked god that it was nothing serious. "That explains why you are shaking like a damn leaf."

He gave me a look of embarrassment for a few seconds before huffing an awkward, breathy laugh. I let my eyes linger upon him for a moment — let them slowly roam his body as it occurred to me that it is very dangerous for any reptilian creature to be subjected to any cold temperature. And I knew that even if Syzoth was in his human form, he could still get extremely sick. Subconsciously, my fingers went to the zipper of my hoodie and I clasped the cold metal between my pads before pulling it downward.

Syzoth instantly took note of what I was doing, but it was clear that he couldn't grasp why I was doing it. He cocked his head slightly like a curious puppy as he stared at my lowering hand with a puzzled expression etched into his features.

"What are you doing?" He asked as I let the warm fabric slide off my shoulders and arms.

The cold did very little to cause me any discomfort, so I took the sudden chill nipping at my skin with a grain of salt. Without answering the man due to knowing how he would reject my idea if he knew my intentions, I approached Syzoth and swung the article of clothing over his broad shoulders for him to put on.

"I-I don't understand." The confusion in his voice was clear as water, but he still sunk his arms into the inviting holes of the hoodie before zipping it up tight.

"It's a man's hoodie, so I hope it fits. You're lucky I prefer bigger sweaters." I chuckled as an amused smile grew on my lips. Even then, he still stared at me with a look of pure confusion and wonder, so I figured I would elaborate for him. "You looked so cold. I know your kind is sensitive to lower temperatures and I don't want you to get sick, so I want you to borrow this. You need it more than I do right now."

His puzzled expression changed to one of shock and another emotion I couldn't quite place. I opened my mouth to speak, but before another word could leave my lips, Syzoth took a few steps towards me. We were merely inches apart and to my surprise, he leaned forward to gently press his forehead against my own. His eyes fell shut, and I became quite clueless as to what was going on until I noticed that a fond smile had formed on his lips.

Then it clicked in my mind: this was how Zaterrans showed their appreciation. Now that I had finally made sense of this odd situation, I let my eyes flutter shut and leaned into him as well. I could feel something come off of him, like a sensation that was radiating from his mind to mine. It felt… Wonderful.

Many minutes later, Syzoth and I separated and his green eyes opened up to meet mine once again. His hand slowly and carefully — as if he were trying not to scare me away — reached up to my face and he began gently caressing my cheek, tracing the skin with the rough pad of his thumb.

"You truly are too kind, sunflower." He murmured in a tone so soft that my heart skipped a beat, and I could feel my cheeks heating up due to the new name he gave me. "Thank you — your gesture is greatly appreciated."

With those words being spoken, Syzoth leaned forward again until his face was only an inch away from mine. I was expecting him to press his forehead against mine again, but instead, he placed his soft lips upon my own. I couldn't believe it — I couldn't believe that after all this time, he finally kissed me. I never realized just how much I had always wanted him to until that moment, and I hoped that he would continue to do so many times after this moment had passed.

After breaking away, he smiled down at me with warm eyes studying my features for a moment. And after putting his hood up over his head — which casted a shadow over the sudden rose tint that appeared on both of his cheeks — he turned and left me dazed and flustered in my spot. The kiss only lasted a matter of seconds, but it lingered within my heart forever. 

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NSFW sanemi post. obsessed with this stupid gif of him. This turned out way longer than i thought it would. Humiliating.

TW / fem genitals reader / he like, huffs your crotch. I know that turns some people off but he's not right in the head don't worry about it/you beg to get pregnant but like, you're not right in the head either-

Thinking about having a normal day with Sanemi, but something is off. Like- off, off. He's more silent than usual, and somewhat adverse to your touch.

He's not being cruel, he just seems almost confused? He's blinking more than usual, and looks to be almost dissociating during normal investigative tasks.

So okay. Whatever. You figure he needs a cool off day, you stop bothering him. The day winds down, and you and Sanemi are left cleaning up- normal.

Sanemi steps away from the scene, from you and the Kakashi for just a moment. Says he needs to piss. Normally you'd insist he'd get medical help, but the demon was miniscule, really. Maybe he got a new little knick. Nothing insane.

After your checkup, it's been maybe 30 minutes. Nobodies bladder is that big. You start to get a little worried. Not that he wasn't a pillar or whatever the hell, but still. He was your lover, and you liked for him to be in one piece and not wandering the woods at night.

So you venture off in the direction you saw him go- and it doesn't take you very long to find him. And when you do you're floored.

Sanemi has hunkered down at the base of a rather large tree. The first thing you see to indicate it's him is that snow white hair- standing out starch against all the deep green and brown-

And the second thing you note is the quiver of his body, and the almost animalistic speed of his arm, pumping furiously at his cock. Sanemi isn't a moaner by any means, but he is uninhibited now, thinking his voice is lost to the forest. He's all but crying.

One knee is bent up, pushing him against the tree, the other digging into the ground- his legs are open enough for his dick to be on full display. His pants are pulled down just enough to offer his cock freedom.

After a couple of hard jerks, he yanks his hand away to throw his head back. His feet press hard into the ground-

This state isn't enough to stop him from realizing you're there, though. It's seconds after you get within sight of him that Sanemi is scrambling to cover himself. He almost folds up like a lawn chair, but even the graze of his clothed thigh against his tip has him reeling.

'You need to leave.' He huffs,, voice shredded and throat dry.

'You look like you're in pain- are you o-okay?' You whispered.

'No!' He choked out. 'It's been like this all day it hurts so fucking bad.' His eyes looked like saucers. His face was blistering. He didn't add that it got worse everytime you opened your mouth or moved or hell- blinked. He felt vile, really. There wasn't anything particularly special about you today. He was just- terribly down for you.

You carefully made your way over to him.

'Don't look!' He spat. A hand flew up to your eyes instinctively. You immediately began to miss his miserable state, but you continued toward him. 'Y/N I swear to- fuck me- shi-hitt.' He slurred as your hand found the top of his head. His hair was soft, though his head was warm. You could feel a miniscule amount of sweat gathering at the base.

He'd immediately melt into your hand, all pleas of embrassment dissapearing, though the feeling wouldn't just leave. You hear him shuffle.

'You shouldn't have to see me like this-' He'd choke out, not knowing how pretty he looked. His head would crane up to your crotch, burying his face against the fabric. The scent was insanity inducing, driving his nose further up against your clit.

'Fuck' He'd slur 'I'm disgusting- I'm sorry-'

'I'm sorry you're so worked up.' You laughed a bit. 'Is there anything I can do to help?'

'You- fuck- come down here.' He mumbled, tugging at your pants. You knelt down next to him. He'd reach into your pants, not bothering to tug them down. You stayed silent, despite the sudden fingers spreading your slit open.

You could feel him begin to shake again, beating his dick with another low whine.

You'd take it upon yourself to pull your pants down. You'd laugh as his breathe would catch in his throat at the sight.

'Spread your legs.' He'd demand. You'd do as told and the noise he'd let out at the sight of your now sticky thighs and dripping cunt would be carnal. His hand would struggle to stabilize against your hip, fluttering on and off, gripping and grazing. He'd seem afraid to touch you. 'Ah, for me?' He'd croak out, trying to be suave and safe face, but even he released he couldn't manage it.

'Sanemi I want to- I want to open my eyes really bad.'

'You cant- see me like this. I'm a mess, you're not- ngh- ah-- god- missing anything.' He'd slip a finger in you with ease. Adding another a moment later. Despite the painful speed at which he was going with his own cock, Sanemi's hand with you was a much slower speed. Still a little rough and jagged, but more interested in staying inside of you, palm flat against your clit.

You'd bite your lip.

He didn't want you to look because he was sure he must look insane right now. Moreso than usual. He didn't want to blink and miss even a moment of seeing your pussy sucking on his fingers, so he wasn't. A blank, slack jaw stare at your pussy.

He didn't want you to look because he wanted to be rough with his dick. He wanted to edge. To be unsightly when he was done, face and chest red and blotchy- sweat pouring down him. He needed to just fucking let go. The ache had been weighing his limbs down the entire day, begging him to fuck you against anything, and infront of everyone. After killing that demon, it took an incredible show of strength to not bend you down next to the thing and give it something to take to the grave-

Sanemi would never do that- which is why he looked the way he looked right now, because he was really hating how close he got.

He'd finally pull out, taking his hand away from his twitching cock and over to your waist. He lifted you carefully up and over his lap until you were knelt above him.

'Can I see your chest?' He'd ask.

'Can I open my eyes?' You'd return, finally getting huffy. Sanemi practically barked. You could hear his teeth grinding together.

'No!' Sanemi shook his head. 'I'm pathetic right now, Y/N! Why would you possibly want to look at mw while I'm like this?'

'Because it was really hot.' You responded with little hesitation and full desperation, unable to rub your legs together like you really wanted. 'I really want to see you when you come- want to see your pretty face.'

'I'm not pretty.'

'You are!' You'd choke.

'You're pretty, I'm not pretty.' Sanemi mumbled.

'We can both be pretty.' You'd reason. Sanemi would huff. It took a moment of silence, the forest chirping and breathing beneath you all-

'If- if you open your eyes, you can't laugh at me.'

'I won't, I swear.' Sanemi's hand found your collar, and began to slowly unbutton it. Your eyes would flutter open, and you'd just swoon.

His eyes were so lax, so focused on your face and so- drunk. He looked like his breathe was going to stop any second. His chest was as flushed as his face. The fingers that had been inside of you had found their way to his lips.

He looked so fucked.

Your breath would shutter at the sight, your knees would almost give way- begging for his cock inside of you on a purely physical level-

You reached down, pulling his erection up to align with your hole- but Sanemi's hand reached out to grab you by the wrist.

'If I fuck you right now, I'm going to cum in seconds. No.' He choked. 'I'm not going to do that. I can't cum in you, I won't.' He'd fret.

'I want it.' You'd plead. His whole body would faulter. 'I won't get pregnant, I promise. I just- I want your cum in me-' your hand tightened around his cock, and your words rang in his ears.

'No we can't- Oh fuck- oh god-' With your hand still latched around his dick, Sanemi's back shot up and off the tree. His hands would reach up to latch over his lips and prevent the ovary shattering scream he wanted to loose. His eyes would roll back, feet digging into the ground-

His cum would absolutely paint your pussy. It'd splatter against your slit, and then drip back down onto his cock, spiraling down to his balls-

You'd never seen so much cum. It pooled against the waistband of his pants- spilling down his hips.

Sanemi would be left nonverbal after this, hands dropping to his chest to tighten around his haori- He'd look shocked, wide eyed and alert.

And very, very humiliated.