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Hey tumblr, if your like ghost, you mightve heard about ghostro. The owner is a sick price of shit and tried to excuse his relations with minors and groomed many.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1lTnDJkzyDqaRmBv9NBitPCyNr38eAoKettNCpVlrhyU/edit?usp=sharing is the entire doc. There will be more videos of the entire live stage but he is sick AVOID ISSAC / SODO/ JESSIE
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”