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cozage · 1 year

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Hi! I really like your writing , each of them makes me feel all the emotions.🥺💞 I have an idea for a request, maybe someone has already suggested this (sorry if that's the case) I think it will be interesting, cute and sad🌱

Monster trio, Ace, Low with fem S/O, whose body was under the control by the enemy, she did not want to harm her nakama, but could not prevent it because of a uncontrolled body. Thereby hurting someone, but not of their own free will

Sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language :(

A/N: I’ve been sitting on this one for a long time because I knew how painful it would be to write. I only did three of them, but if you want Luffy and Sanji’s, definitely send me a request when I reopen them!

Characters: female reader x Zoro, Ace, Law

Cw: angsttttt

Total word count: 2.2k

Enemy Control

Zoro

“What the hell are you doing?!” Zoro yelled, jumping away from your swinging blade.

“I don’t know!” you cried out. “Just get away from me, I can’t control it!”

Your body suddenly changed direction, jerking you to the side. Your arms raised your sword and swing, aiming directly for Nami.

“Nami!” you screamed, but there wasn’t enough time for her to jump out of your way. Your blade made contact with her flesh, causing her to scream out in pain. Blood dripped down her arm; the wound was deep but thankfully not fatal.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed. “I can’t stop it.”

You raised your blade again, ready to strike Nami again. She cowered in fear, and you swung as if you had the intent to kill.

Metal hit metal, and Zoro stood in front of you, blades raised to defend. His good eye was scowling at you, full of confusion.

“The enemy must’ve gotten ahold of your blood. He’s forcing you to fight us to keep us occupied.”

“Just run!” You jumped back, aiming to strike Zoro.

“You are faster than all of us and you know that!” He yelled at you. “We just have to keep you occupied until Luffy knocks the guy out. It’s not that hard.” Your swords clanged together again, Zoro easily deflecting your blows.

You kicked him, using him as a springboard to push him backwards and propel you towards Chopper. You hated that your body knew who to target, and Chopper ducked as you swung, screaming in terror.

“Please, Zoro. Knock me out or something!” You sword jabbed towards Chopped again, but your boyfriend was back in front of you, defending his crew mates.

“The ability still works if you’re knocked out,” Zoro said, keeping his sword against yours.

Tears were streaming down your face. You had already hurt Nami pretty badly. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you hurt anyone else. Or worse.

You pulled away and swung again. You changed your trajectory at the last second, almost catching him off guard.

“Kill me then!”

Zoro gritted his teeth at your request. “Not an option,” he growled.

He swung his blade around to make contact with your sword, sending a shockwave through your body. He used your brief disorientation to flip his blade around yours, causing it to fly out of your hand. Once you were disarmed, he tackled you to the ground and pinned your arms down.

You thrashed against his body, and he struggled to keep you still. You were still sobbing under him.

“Nami,” you said. “How is she?”

“She’s fine.” Zoro tightened his grip on your wrists. He was trying to be gentle with you, but it was difficult when you had such strong bloodlust. “Chopper’s helping her now. Just relax.”

After what felt like an eternity, he finally felt your body go slack. He looked down at you, waiting for you to fight back against him, but you seemed to be free from the curse.

“Can I let you go?” He asked, watching you carefully.

You flexed your fingers and toes, checking to see if you had control back again. They responded to your desire, and you breathed out a sigh of relief.

“I think so, just be ready in case something goes wrong.”

He nodded and released your wrists, still sitting on your core to make sure you kept your cool.

“Nami?” you asked, propping yourself to look around for the orange-haired navigator.

“She’s fine.” He got up and offered you his hands to take. You accepted, and he pulled you to your feet. He dropped one of your hands as you stood, but interlaced his fingers with yours, holding your hand tightly.

He squeezed your hand tight, trying to comfort you. “Let's go see her. Everything’s okay now.”

Ace

“Ace!” you screamed, your fist infusing with haki as it aimed for the back of his head.

“Huh?” he turned just in time for your hand to connect with his cheekbone. The force was so intense it sent him staggering a few steps backwards.

“What the hell!?!” Ace yelled at you. “Why did you do that? That actually-”

You pursued after him, readying your fist again. “Ace, get back!” you screamed.

You punched at him again, but this time he was ready, and he grabbed your fist as you swung. “Stop it!” he cried out in frustration. “Just tell me what I did!”

“Something’s wrong,” you said, swinging your other hand. You connected with his freckled face, and he grunted out in pain.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, jumping back a few paces. He rubbed his cheek, trying to soothe the pain.

You continued towards him again, and you could feel yourself winding you for another punch.

“Can’t we talk about this?” he said, backing away from you.

“I’m not doing it!” you cried, increasing your pace to him against your will.

Ace created a wall of fire between you two, trying to give himself time to think. “Please, Y/N! What’s-”

Your screams cut off his question, and he watched in horror as you stepped through his flames to get to him. “Ace,” you sobbed. “Help me.”

Your fist drew back, ready to hit him again, and he leapt backwards as you aimed for him. He was fast, but you were faster, and you closed the gap yet again and punched, making contact with his face again.

He groaned in pain and pushed you away. He instinctively lit his fist on fire to attack, but quickly diminished it when he realized it was you he was fighting. He couldn't harm you, even when he knew it wasn't you attacking him.

“Shit,” he hissed, dodging another one of your relentless attacks.

“Knock me out!” You screamed, punching at him again.

“I’m not going to hurt you!” He could see the fear in your eyes as he continued to evade your attacks.

“You have to do something!” You cried back. You could see him debating the idea. “You won’t hurt me! Just do it! Please!”

He dodged your next attack, slipping behind you. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, smacking his hand against a pressure point in your neck, and everything went dark.

You woke up in the infirmary of the Moby Dick, the soft beeping and whirring of machines around you. Your eyes found Ace, slumped in a chair across the room, and you sat up to look around.

Marco must’ve been alerted to your consciousness somehow, because he quietly slipped into the room and smiled at you.

“You’re okay,” he assured you, seeing your panicked eyes. Marco’s voice caused Ace to stir, but he didn’t pay the fire user any mind. “You were under the influence of an enemy, but it appears that it was temporary. Whether it was time related or range related, we’re not really sure.”

“Can it happen again?” You asked, scared for the danger you could put your crew in.

“Unlikely,” Marco said, looking at your chart. “When you first came in, there was an unknown toxin in your system - likely whatever was causing your body to act on its own. But that’s disappeared now. I’ll keep testing you for a few days, but I’m not concerned about it.”

You nodded, and Marco left the room to give you and Ace some time alone. As soon as he was gone, Ace got up and walked over to your bed. He stroked your hair affectionately and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“You scared me,” he whispered.

“I scared me,” you said. “I didn’t know what was wrong with me.”

“I’m sorry I burned you.” You could see the pain and regret in his eyes from a simple mistake.

“That wasn’t your fault.” You gave him a pained smile. “It was just a bad situation.”

You shuffled to one side of the bed, and patted it for him. “Come join me.”

You’re not sure who benefited more from cuddling together, but you were thankful for his warm embrace.

Law

“Something’s wrong,” you whispered, your heart in your throat. Your feet moved without you telling them to, your hand reaching for a knife.

“Hm?” Law hummed. He still had his back to you, chopping vegetables. He was completely vulnerable and unexpecting of what you were about to do.

“Law,” you said, more urgently now. You hands grasped the hilt of the knife, and you turned to face him, raising it above your head. But he still didn’t turn around.

“Law!” you shrieked, full panic now. He only had a few seconds before you...

You swung, Law turning around just in time to see the flash of silver. Just before your knife made contact with his shoulder, something shoved you hard in the side, and you heard a groan.

“What the hell are you doing?” Shachi yelled. He grabbed your shoulders, shaking you. You could feel the knife wedged in his shoulder blade, a warm, sticky liquid flowing out from the wound.

Your knife was removed from his back and stabbed into him again, and Shachi gritted his teeth from the pain. He switched his position to hold your arms down by your sides.

“Captain, get your girlfriend,” Shachi shouted, and your eyes looked over to the captain. When you looked at him, you knew that Law was your target, but it was best to get rid of the weaker enemies first.

Why were you thinking like that? What was happening to your brain? You were scared, and you could see your own fear mirrored in Law’s eyes. This ability - your body moving separately from your thoughts - reminded you of Dressrosa, and the man you defeated there.

“It can’t be…” Law whispered, backing away from you. “That’s impossible.”

You kicked Shachi in the groin, causing him to loosen his grip on you and fall to his knees. You looked down at him, just as terrified as he was.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, tears in your eyes, as your foot whipped back and you kicked him in the jaw. Shachi slumped to the ground, unconscious, and your eyes turned back to Law again.

“Please run,” you begged him. But Law only stared at you, horrified. Even as you picked up the knife and aimed it at his skull, he just stared at you.

“Law! Do something!” You screamed again. You threw the knife at him and he finally moved into action.

“Room. Shambles.”

Suddenly, you were behind a locked gate, Law standing in front of you, safely out of your reach. Your body instinctively lunged for him, and he stepped back out of surprise, but you still couldn’t reach him.

“I’m sorry about this, Y/N-ya.” He sat on a barrel and watched you for a few moments, you desperately clawing at where he stood. Your vision was getting blurry from the tears in your eyes, but you could see that his eyes were still filled with fear.

“Go help Shachi,” you sobbed. “Please.”

Law shambled a med kit to the room you all were in, and pulled out a tranquilizer. “Stay still,” he muttered, flicking the syringe and walking up to the bars you stood behind.

“Law-” When you reached out to grab him, he quickly took hold of your wrist and flipped it over, injecting the sedative into your veins. The last thing you saw was his face, looking down at you as you crumpled to the ground.

You weren’t sure how much time passed when you woke again, but your mouth was dry and there was a blanket over you now. The events came rushing back to you - the lack of control you had over your body, the prison, Shachi.

You were too tired to move, so you balled up as small as you could on the cold metal floor and you let out a sob of despair.

You heard movement from outside of the prison, and then the soft creak of the cell door opening. Your entire body tensed, afraid of what might happen, and you squeezed your eyes shut in fear. Maybe if you didn’t see the person, you wouldn’t hurt them.

Calloused fingers rubbed your arm, and you leaned into Law’s touch. You would know his touch anywhere, and it made you feel a little bit better knowing he was so close.

“Shachi’s okay,” he whispered.

You could feel hot tears slipping past your closed eyelids and down your cheeks at the mention of the news. Relief flooded through your veins.

“You can open your eyes,” Law said, still running his fingers up and down your arm.

“What if I-” you choked on your words, unable to finish.

“You’re okay now. It was a devil fruit power that could control the person through some kind of virus. But I removed it while you were sleeping.”

Law wouldn’t lie to you, and your eyes opened to see his golden irises. There were dark circles under his brilliant eyes, a sign that he hadn’t slept in a very long time. But you could see relief flood through them now, and you knew everything would be okay, just like he said.

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undertheorangetree · 8 months

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Under the God's Eye

Chapter Five- The Dinner

Summary- A family dinner results in an unexpected rendezvous.

Warnings- MDNI 18+ NSFW. Female reader. Titty sucking. Handjob. Vaginal fingering. Cunnilingus. Smut. Alcohol consumption. Allusions to drug abuse. Severe daddy issues. My bitter and intense hatred for Viserys Targaryen coming through in my writing. Discussions of bad childhood/neglectful parenting.

Author's Note- okay I’m done teasing now. Shout out to modern AUs for letting me use modern terms in smut without it sounding weird to me. Find the rest of this filth on AO3 link below!

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She watches mildly distraught as Alicent flutters around the kitchen, murmuring to herself as she sets pots and pans on the stovetop, pulling out an absurd amounts of ingredients from the fridge.

"Are you sure you don't need any help?" she asks for what she thinks is the fourth time, hand fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

Alicent looks up at her, blowing a wayward strand of hair out of her face with a tired smile. "I'm sure, sweetheart. Don't worry, Rhaenyra should be here within the hour to help me. You're on vacation, go and do something fun. I can handle it."

"I don't mind helping, really. Even if it's only until Rhaenyra gets here."

That earns her nothing but another thankful smile and a shake of her head before Alicent is ignoring her completely, mumbling about where she has left her biggest bowl. A part of her is worried that she's annoying Alicent but she still can't stop herself from asking. She looks frazzled, so much so that it is clear that she is not used to working in the kitchen like this. With her hair tangled in a messy red bun on the top of her head, she has a hard time imagining the Targaryen-Hightower household as a place known for nuclear family dinners. Not with the way Alicent seems absolutely wrought with anxiety.

"Oh, my love," Alicent calls out suddenly and she turns to find Helaena pausing on her way to the stairwell, an expensive looking Russian Blue cradled in her arms. Dreamfyre, she had learned the cat's name was, though she has only ever seen her in pictures on Helaena's phone. She is a reclusive little thing, spending most of her days basking in the sunlight in quieter rooms. Alicent waves Helaena over before jerking her head in her direction. "Take our dear friend here and tell her to enjoy being a guest. She's trying to be too helpful for a holiday."

Helaena huffs a laugh, adjusting her grip on her cat before holding her hand out to her, fingers grabbing at air like a child. "Come on then."

She's pulled out of the kitchen unceremoniously, obediently following behind Helaena, though she can't help but look back at Alicent once more, still feeling guilty.

"I don't know why she doesn't just bring some of the staff with her," Helaena laments as they begin climbing the stairs, still hand in hand. "She insists that she doesn't need them on holiday, but then she plans some big dinner like this and all it does is stress her out."

Out of all of Alicent's children, Helaena is the one she can most see herself befriending. The sweetest, the most down to earth, less obvious when it comes to her family's massive wealth. But it is moments like this where the blatant difference between them is abundantly clear. Her home had never had so much as a maid, much less a whole host of staff. She can do nothing but nod dumbly, agreeing with her as they make their way to the second floor.

"You lost this," Helaena says as she opens Aemond's door, smiling at them both and looking incredibly pleased with her own joke.

"You're so funny," Aemond says, voice completely deadpan, not so much as looking up from the book he has open on his desk. She doesn't have to look at the cover to know it's a textbook as her own copy is still sitting on her bedside table in her apartment.

She grins. "I know."

Helaena leaves and she has no choice but to make herself comfortable on their now shared bed, propping the pillows up against the headboard and sitting back against them. Aemond continues reading and she takes the opportunity to really look at him, uninterrupted by his own piercing gaze. The long sharp planes of his face, the strong jut of his nose, the line of his cheekbones. The ever present tilt of his lips, as if there is some secret or joke he’s struggling to hide. Even from here, she can see the way his eyelashes curl against his eyelids, the light blonde of them near translucent. His hair is the same almost silver blond and, fleetingly, she wonders how much effort he truly puts into it. She has heard the sound of the hairdryer when he locks himself in the bathroom but has never seen any of the products he may or may not be using. Nor has she ever been permitted to enter, the door locked tight since their post shower run in.

But it's his eye that truly catches her attention. She's sat on his sighted side and she can see the brilliant blue of his real eye even from there, admiring the way it catches the afternoon light. Only the dilation of his pupil sets it apart from the prosthetic and she realizes now how pretty they are when he’s not glaring at her or attempting to stare her into submission.

She nearly jumps when he speaks, pulling her harshly out of her thoughts. "You'll meet my father tonight. And Daemon."

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kteezy997 · 5 months

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6 Months- Part Nine//t.c.

Warnings: smut, oral sex F receiving, fingering, oral sex M receiving, intense sex, tit slapping, mention of violence, Timmy with a black eye, possessive Timmy, degradation, cursing

A/N: This one is long, but I love how it’s turned out. You won’t regret reading until the end💞

"I'm not saying 'I love you' to try to get you to say it back, I just feel it. And I don't want to waste this moment, Cam. Don't feel pressured by me. It's not my intention."

Cam nodded at him, then she stepped forward, taking him by the back of his head and pulling him into a kiss.

Timmy was ready for that kiss, he pulled her in just as she did him. He bit her lip, making her moan. They pulled away, both with swollen lips and ragged breaths. Looking in each other's eyes, they knew that they weren't going to bed to sleep, not for a while anyway.

He pulled off the oversized t-shirt she was wearing, leaving her completely nude and he shoved her onto the bed.

Cam lay there on her back watching him undress. She bit her lip and pressed her thighs together.

Timmy got naked as well and pushed her upward on the bed so he could climb on top. He spread her legs, then used his fingers to spread her folds. He touched her clit with the pads of his fingers, slowly at first, achingly slow.

She started to whimper, the anticipation was making her more needy. She moved her hips in sync with the movement of his fingers.

He lowered himself, placing his face between her legs.

She gasped softly as she felt his breath on her pussy.

He kept his eyes on her face and stuck his tongue out, lapping on her clit.

Cam threaded her hand into his hair as she took a sharp breath.

Timmy gave her tender clit a long suck, then wiggled his tongue against it, back and forth at a rapid pace.

She felt twinge after twinge of pleasure. She found it hard to keep still, but he held her down.

He licked and nibbled at her clit and dragged his tongue between her folds. He spit on her pussy, then inserted his fingers inside her.

Cam threw her head to the side. She grasped the comforter on either side of her. She whimpered like a little bitch, but she didn't care.

Timmy pumped his fingers in and out of her. Already, she was so wet that he could hear the sinful noise of his fingers working her. "You're so fucking wet, baby."

"Ahh!" she cried, writhing on the bed as his fingers went deeper.

He stopped fingering her abruptly and flipped her over on all fours. He slid his cock into her slick opening instantly, bucking his hips.

Cam moaned and pressed her face into the pillows.

Timmy leaned down and pushed her down by placing hand between her shoulder blades.

She arched her back, with her ass upwards. As he started to fuck her harder, she gripped the sheets. She brought her hand up to her clit, rubbing herself.

After a while, Timmy stopped, just looking at her: bent over and horny as hell, at his mercy. He bent down to lap at her dripping pussy again, this time from behind.

"AH, mmm." she cooed, shaking a little and breathing hard. Her moan, fueled by her first orgasm, was muffled by the plushness of the pillow.

"Good girl." he praised, letting her fall over onto her back. He cupped her cheek, kissed her on the lips and he felt her hand on his cock.

She was able to use her own wetness that was still on him to stroke his cock.

Timmy moaned, and started to softly move his hips, fucking himself in Cam's hand.

She moaned as she took him in her mouth, lathering him up with her saliva as she sucked.

He grabbed her by the hair, and he threw his head back, licking his lips.

Cam fondled his balls gently as she pumped him in and out of her mouth.

"Fuck." he muttered, combing back his falling curls.

She took his cock out of her mouth, spitting on it and molding her hand around the tip, stroking him again as she grinned up at him. She then teased his slit with the tip of her tongue.

He couldn't take anymore. He shoved her away from his cock, on her back. He took ahold of her left leg, propping it up against him and he straddled her other leg and entered her once more. He held onto her thigh and fucked her hard and fast.

"Mmm, fuck! Timmy!" she yelled as she was being rocked by him.

It was a wet sticky mess between them, he slipped in and out of her effortlessly. He slapped her on the right tit, making her yelp softly. "Fuck, I'm gonna come." he huffed, putting a hand on her ribcage for leverage and he drilled into her with deep, fast strokes.

Cam panted, put her hand to her clit and rubbed out her orgasm as Timmy shoved his cock all the way inside of her and came himself. She let her head crash back against the pillows, riding out her second orgasm, feeling his cum filling her up.

He leaned over her kissing her passionately, laying his hand on her neck. He tried to steady his breathing for a moment.

Cam relaxed, stretching out her whole body and getting comfy.

Timmy put his hand on her breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth, moaning idly as it hardened against his tongue. He then popped off of her tit, then slapped her on the nipple.

"Ah!" she whined, "Timmy." she said looking at him with a frown.

"Hurt?" he asked, smirking as he lay down with her.

"No." she shook her head, letting him pull her close.

They lay there silently for a little bit, he gave her some forehead kisses and she ran her hand mindlessly over his abs.

"I'll get something to clean you up with." he said, pecking her lips.

“Why thank you.” she said with a giggle.

……

Cam invited Nova over to hang out at the mansion while Timmy took Hayden to a Knicks game. She was extremely nervous to hear from Timmy how the evening went with her ex boyfriend. But she was glad to have her best friend over to her new home for the first time.

“AHHHH! This place is insane!” Nova cheered upon entering the Chalamet house.

“I know.” Cameron said hugging her.

“Where is he? I want to meet him, the man that stole you away from me.” Nova said lightheartedly.

“Oh, he’s getting ready to leave. We can go say hi real quick.” Cam led the way to Timmy’s room.

“Only if master says it’s okay.” Nova teased.

“That’s not how I meant it, he’s not like that.”

Timmy was pulling a shirt on when they approached the threshold of his bedroom.

Nova nudged her friend and smirked at her upon seeing his bare back.

“Stop it!” Cam whisper screamed at her, tapping her arm. “Hey, Timmy, Nova’s here.”

He turned and looked over at them, “Oh, hey. I’m glad to meet you.” he came over and offered his hand to her.

Nova took his hand, “Is this how you introduced yourself to Cameron?”

Timmy’s smile faded, he cleared his throat, “Not exactly.” He took his hand away from Nova, saying, “Well, I gotta go. Don’t want to be late.” He kissed Cam chastely on the lips.

“Bye, good luck babe. Enjoy the game, at least.”

"Yeah, I'll try." Timmy said, sarcastically. "You ladies have a great night, I'll see you later."

.........

Later, Cam and Nova were watching a guilty pleasure type of romantic comedy when Timmy came home. Cam looked up at him, and she saw reddish-purple marks on his eye.

"Oh shit, Timmy what happened?!" she asked, worried that he was seriously hurt. She got up from the couch and went over to him, cupping his face in her hands.

"It's fine, I'm fine." his insisted, "Hayden punched me. But that was it, he was fine after that. He was cool throughout the whole game."

Cam sighed in relief, "I guess he just had to get it out of his system. Still though, I'm sorry, baby." she delicately ran her thumb over the bruise under his eye.

"Nah, I had it comin' anyway." Timmy admitted.

"You're not wrong." Nova chimed in.

Timmy and Cam both shot their gaze over at her.

"Thank you, Nova." Cam said, rolling her eyes at the obvious, but unnecessary comment from her friend.

"Sorry. I'll leave now. Give you two some alone time." she said, gathering up her things.

"Oh, you don't have to go just because I'm here. I can leave you guys alone." Timmy insisted, making a move to leave the room instead.

"No, I'll go. I'm tired anyway. Have a good night." Nova smiled, gave Cameron a little kiss on the cheek and walked out.

Once Nova was gone, Cam placed a kiss on his cheekbone where the bruise had started to form.

Timmy kissed her lips, sliding his arms around her waist. He groaned tiredly into her mouth.

"Mm," she pulled away, pecked his lips lightly, then put her forehead on his. Her hands on his shoulders, she said, "Come on the couch with me."

She took his jacket off, tossing it onto an accent chair before taking him by the hand and leading him to the couch. She sat down and let Timmy lay his head in her lap. She ran her hand slowly through his hair and massaged his scalp with her fingertips.

Timmy hummed softly in response and closed his eyes.

She spoiled him for a little while, massaging his head, drawing her fingers along his facial features, and playing with his hair.

He kept his eyes closed, nearly falling asleep on her.

Cam stopped what she was doing and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Timmy opened his eyes and caressed Cam's face lovingly. "You kill me." he whispered.

She smiled at his little remark. "I'm proud of you for tonight."

"Yeah, you were right. He deserved an apology."

"Did he seem okay? Like is he still pretty angry?" she inquired.

Timmy got up and sat next to her on the couch, "I mean, he seemed fine, after hitting me of course. I don't know the dude, so I don't know what he's like normally or when he's pissed off."

"Hmm, I find it hard to believe that you couldn't read him, I mean, you're an actor. Don't you know how to read people to determine their mood?" she pondered, condescendingly.

"What do you want me to say, Cam?" he snapped, "He wasn't exactly thrilled to be around me. I stole his girlfriend for God's sake."

She sighed, "I don't know. I just feel bad for him."

"I did what we thought was best, I don't know what else I can do."

"I know, I know. It's just that Nova and I talked about it tonight and I think that I should talk to Hayden."

Timmy frowned, "What? Why?"

"Well, because, Timmy, we were together for two years. Hayden and I went through a lot together, we know each other's families." she turned to look at him, "That history doesn't just go away because you want it to."

"I don't think you should see him." he shook his head, getting up from the couch and walking away.

"Timmy," she followed him, "I don't care what you think. If I wanna see him, I'm going to see him."

He turned toward her in the hallway, "I just don't like the idea of my girlfriend having a little get together with her ex, that's all. Call me crazy." he huffed, going to his bedroom.

"Why, you think I'm gonna fuck him or something?" she egged him on with some vulgarity as she entered his room.

He scoffed, "I don't know this guy, Cam. I don't trust him."

"I want closure with Hayden, I don't care what you say." she said defiantly, crossing her arms. It was true that she wanted to close the Hayden chapter of her life, but more so, she wanted to force Timmy to tap into the jealousy that was flowing through him.

"Whatever, babe." he said, sitting on the bed facing her with a tired sigh. He clearly was still not approving of the situation.

"And anyway, if I want one last fuck from Hayden, then so be it. You don't own me, Timothee." she dared. She really didn't mean a word, she wanted to ruffle her man's feathers.

He shot daggers at her, his lips pursed up and he stood at once, making his way to her in a flash. He pushed her up against the wall, his forehead firmly against hers. "Oh yeah? You want to fuck him?"

Cam smirked, "Maybe." she shrugged. What a lovely game.

Timmy grabbed her hair harshly, getting in her face as he spoke, "I would never tell you what to do, Cameron Reese, but that is a big. Fucking. No." He put his hands on her breasts, squeezing them through her shirt, "These," then he moved a hand down to her crotch, running his fingers along her clothed pussy, "and this, are now only for my eyes." He put a hand around her throat, "And my hands. Got it?"

He was fuming, and Cam was so hot. "Oh yeah? You think so?" she bit her lip. Her pussy was throbbing.

"Yes." his green eyes were burning into her. He was riled up too. All they needed was a certain look between them, and they both silently knew that this was just dirty foreplay.

"Can you prove it?" she chirped.

With that, he grabbed her, taking her to the bed and stripping her naked. He fucked her from behind, making her grip his bedsheets for dear life. "You're all mine, you fucking whore."

"Ah!" she cried, moaning uncontrollably into the mattress as he drilled her.

"No man will ever feel this pussy but me." he growled, grabbing her ass firmly with one hand and spanking her hard with the other.

"Ow, fuck!" she whimpered, biting her lip. She moved her hips back at him.

"Yes, just fuck yourself on my cock, filthy bitch." Timmy stopped moving, letting her throw her ass back on him. After a moment, he pushed down on her back, shoving her onto the mattress. He kept his hands on her lower back for anchorage, eventually grabbing her wrists, bounding them behind her and fucking her harder.

.........

"That was fun." she said with a giggle as they had settled in for bedtime, "You can be so mean, love it." They were still naked, but exhausted. He put his arm around her and she cuddled up to his chest.

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting that." he laughed as well and kissed her forehead. "I'd do anything when it comes to you."

She kissed him, sliding her hand up his chest, and placing it on his jaw. "You're my special guy." she cooed.

He smiled softly, "And I trust you, Cam. I know you don't need my permission to see Hayden, but I want you to know that I trust you."

Cam wasn't ready for certain words just yet. She couldn't put a permanence where she wasn't ready to. But she hummed a sweet little note in response. She was happy to hear his words. Closing her eyes and laying on his chest, she fell asleep listening to his heart beating.

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace @softhecreator

@tchalamss @chalametbich

#timothée chalamet #timmy chalamet #timothée imagine #timothee chalamet smut #timothee chalamet imagine #timothée chalamet imagine

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wokeuplaughing · 4 months

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I wish I took this government class before I started legitimately educating myself on politics because I keep reading shit and grimacing because of how proppy ganda it all is

#the american education system..............................

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battleforbabygirl · 9 months

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Does this count as soapy proppy gamda

Please my little dude is getting his ass beat by heart chonny jash /lh

yes absolutely

look how bbg!!! wowwie!!:3

#battle for babygirl

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penname-artist · 10 months

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Tidbits #4

Q & A: Define 'Softy'

Notice: this chapter of 'Tidbits' is reposted from it's original document of 2021, and may no longer be up-to-date with current headcanons.

Tanel asks: I feel like i asked it somewhere, but i am not sure.. Does Windlifter think that Blade is sexy AF and visa versa?

To answer your first thing, it was a question on Sharatrap's Q and A that I know of. And, headcanon wise....ehhhhh not really? I mean, we all know the both of them are sexy fucks, but as to them thinking that of one another, its almost completely irrelevant to them - they've never been romantic towards each other, even though in Emergency they've escalated to "old married couple" in terms of conversation.

Now, that isn't to say they don't admire one another. Blade has always looked up to Windlifter like a guiding force, and someone he feels can be a safe space to speak out about personal matters. Windlifter, in turn, thinks highly of his chief, and would do all in his power to take care of him if need arises. They've spent hard nights together, and in those times they've bonded like brothers.

You've heard the saying 'birds of a feather'? Well these two are more like chopps' of a rotor. And they flock together.

Sharatrap123 asks: Is Blade a softy :3?

I have no idea under what context this even is, so I'll just try to cover the broadband of "everything".

In terms of emotional vulnerability (which I think is really what this question meant XD) kind of, it depends. So, Blade has a soft core; however, years and years and years and years of heartache and loss, and then trying to be a firefighter and train a crew, has made him build up shell after shell around it until, outwardly, he's got a heart made of steel. But, if course, there's ways to break through all those layers! ;)

In terms of physical appearance...I mean, his sponsons only act as extensions of his landing gear, so equivalent to his hips....so he may not be soft, but damn he thicc. *I'm getting angry glares, guys help me I might die*

And lastly, kind of an extension of the first point, Blade has a soft spot for:

-Tegus, and other reptiles (he got hooked on them after Trigger)

-Kids, oddly enough (they do terrify him, but hes at least got the sense to bring down his Big Tough Gruff mode if he has to work with one, I.e. pulling a kid from a fire, etc)

-Lets make this known, Blade does look at good looking male helis and planes with 'interest' now and again. Would it be considered a soft spot? Not really. Is it necessary information? The hell it isnt, my good proppies must know the truth! XD

-The old men of the PPAA always tease this, but yes Blade does also have a soft spot for chocolates, specifically those really really dark chocolates that are so dark theyre almost bitter-tasting. Someone always manages to find one to stuff in the chief's stocking around Christmas (the team does a little secret-santa type thing every year).

ShuTodoroki asks: How dependent are the Piston Peak crew on coffee? Like, rank the Piston Peak crew from "I can deal with no coffee in the morning" to "I need coffee to live." XD

Oh boi! Lesse here…

Going from the members who need the least amount of coffee, we have: Windlifter (he actually doesn’t drink coffee, he has a regular habit of instead drinking herbal teas and such); Patch and Pinecone, who’ve both picked up on the tea habits (well, on frequent occasion, but not always); Avalanche and Drip who are both banned from having more than two spoons of sugar in their mugs; Blackout who forgets where he leaves his mug all the time; Dynamite and Dusty, who both have “normal” takings; Dipper who’s a sugar-addict; Blade who ends up drinking coffee at night (go. The fuck. Ta bed!) ; Maru, who has evil concoctions of coffee and what the team suspects is Redbull (hey, it works when he’s trying to save a team member); and the winner of the coffee-addiction is actually Cabbie, both because he drinks much larger cups than everyone else, and because it takes at least two whole cups to get the old engines firing in the morning.

#disney planes #disneyplanes #planes fire and rescue #disney planes 2 #blade ranger #dusty crophopper #cabbie #windlifter #maru #disney planes tidbits

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hermithomebase · 1 year

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🤦 we're idiots of course they made georges room look proppy byt in reality its dreams thats fully decorated as the prop room they wanted to be different

i am choosing to take this as reality because it’s really funny

#prompt.input

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cjrpbrackets · 8 months

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I'm not surprised Melpomene is on there, but you have to think. Does Melpomene really need to be up there? Thalia is a better bet tbh

Get some proppy gandas goin then on battleforbabygirl. GL Thalia, I'll put them on.

#asks #cjrp nominations #but also I am fully aware of this as potential popularity contests as much as I want to avoid that

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laufire · 1 year

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gonna take advantage of you having anon on for the time being to ask you, inspired to your response about damon. i know lizzie is your favorite of the twins and of the twins and hope, what would you want changed in order to like josie more (by which i don't mean more so than lizzie, but rather more so than as she has been written)? and then as a second point, if you want to also address it, what would you want changed in order to ship hosie, i realize there may be some overlap between those 1/2

two questions, but the first i'd really like to know, if you are willing to answer! (the second is more of an idle curiosity since if i was ranking hope femslash/non-canon ships, penelope and cleo would be my personal top two but hizzie and hosie are the big two that get all the fandom time and energy and i know your opinion on hizzie already.) thank you, i always like to hear your opinions! 2/2

To be clear, I like Josie plenty already LOL, if admittedly less than Lizzie and, sometimes, Hope; my favourites after Lizzie were never a fixed list. That might come with a rewatch. But even so, Josie didn't fall past the top 5, in a show with plenty of likeable characters.

So I'd say Josie's personality wasn't a hindrance the way Damon's is LMAO. She certainly has her flaws and I sometimes found fandom's attitude towards her irksome, but that wasn't a problem with Josie. If anything, those flaws made her MORE interesting for me than the fanon version could ever be, AND they added to the twins' messy dynamic, which was my main focus in the first place.

The way she was written vis a vis Hope was often my biggest pet peeve, because she was just so... proppy. She didn't stand equal in a Doylist level to Lizzie; it would've been obviously besides the point to expect her to stand equal to Hope, the protagonist, and I didn't necessarily want her to fare better than she actually did because Lizzie was my ultimate fave... but it obviously speaks to my reaction to the character. I, simply put, like tough propositions, and Josie ultimately wasn't one. If she'd been, my reaction would've been different from the beginning.

The reason I didn't go for Hosie (although I lowkey enjoyed some moments of it, especially in season 1) is in a sense tied to it, although not fully. Josie being weak for Hope wouldn't automatically make it impossible for me to ship it, even if Josie was my favourite (see: Steroline, for example), but the Hope-Landon-Josie triangle truly killed any affection I had for the ship. Josie was SO SO miserable, and it felt as if the majority of the fandom was in denial about it, including so-called Josie fans/Hosie shippers. It really soured it for me.

So, really, if you eliminated that triangle, it could've arguably stayed as a low-key rareship in my arsenal. if nothing more. Still: the triangle and its development was a symptom of Josie's position vis a vis Hope. It could've been replaced by a different one that STILL put me off the ship, who knows. On the other hand, triangles designed to put down one girl on the "objectivity" of male opinion ARE the bane of my existence...

ETA: I definitely still enjoyed Hosie as part of the girls' trio multifaceted dynamic, but that's another story lol, and more about the twins than about anything shippy.

#anonymous #replies #talking to the void #my thoughts #plecverse thoughts #plecverse #legacies #josie saltzman #antihosie for ts #jic

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rock-n-onyx · 11 months

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You deserve happiness and I promise to keep repeating it until one day u believe it too bc it's true :(

But its not :( I do stupid shit that makes me unworthy of love. I make people unhappy and it proppy would've been better if I was never born

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Unexpected Benefits of Becoming a Swamp Witch (3)

AO3 link for those who prefer to read fics there

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

Finally the last part!

This takes place an unspecified number of years after the previous chapter, as well as some time after the end of "Good Girl Needs Kiss". As such, it features Reader x Papyrus, although in this fic, it's more like OC x Papyrus. Reminder that in this universe, Skull is definitely NOT a Sans, and is in no way related to Papyrus (for now, anyway, and later on, only through marriage).

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Epilogue

“And that’s the story of how Skull and I fell in love,” I concluded with a flourish.

Across from me, the tall skeleton monster leaned forward in his chair, his gloved hands planted on either side of his blushing skull, and his eyelights twinkling merrily in their sockets.

“WOWIE!!!” he exclaimed, his voice reaching a volume and pitch I hadn’t thought was possible, and yet he made it seem so natural. “THAT’S SO ROMANTIC!!”

“Isn’t it just?” I gushed, my smile pleased and proud.

The monster, Papyrus, drew himself up, a fire burning in his eye sockets.

“HOWEVER! MY DATEMATE AND I SHALL NOT BE OUTDONE! OUR STORY SHALL BE EVEN MORE ROMANTIC!!” he proclaimed, confidence exuding from his broad grin. “OUR LOVE SHALL BE THE LOVEYEST-DOVEYEST EVER!! NYEH HEH HEH!!”

My smile turned indulgent, as fondness bloomed in my chest. It was plain to see how utterly smitten the boy was with my darling daughter. As mother, I was glad.

Unfortunately, my husband did not share my sentiments.

His fearsome growls hadn’t let up since the moment our child had brought her boyfriend over to meet us. Papyrus didn’t seem to be affected by the menacing sounds, and had given no indication that he even heard them, nor saw the truly frightful expression on Skull’s face. I could almost have assumed that the skeleton monster was dangerously naive and oblivious, were it not for the very careful way he maintained his distance from Skull, and stuck to either mine or my daughter’s side at all times. More tellingly, Papyrus hadn’t gone anywhere near the water’s edge the entire visit.

A very wise decision. My husband wasn’t the best at resisting temptation, after all.

By the fireplace, my daughter looked up from where she was sat on the floor, petting both her own feline familiar, Midnight, and my own Missy. Without halting her petting, she mirrored her boyfriend’s confident grin.

“Yeah! And we’re already off to a great start!”

I giggled, seeing the two of them so fired up. Ah, young love.

“My, my, what a passionate couple you two make.”

Both of them beamed at me, and I giggled again. Such cute children.

My mother, whose skull was overlooking us from her spot on the mantelpiece, wasn’t as enthused by the kids’ youthful vigour as I was. She gave a light scoff, her eyelights rolling in their sockets.

“You’re a sweet child, Papyrus,” she admitted, rather begrudgingly. “Foolish, but sweet. I pray you have someone close to you, to prevent you from walking off the edges of any cliffs, while chasing butterflies.”

My daughter puffed up indignantly, her face flushing with embarrassment.

“Hey, that was one time ! When I was just a little kid! And those were extremely rare and exotic butterflies!”

My mother’s frown was unimpressed.

“But your mishaps are all too common, child. You lack focus , and discipline . And some actual common sense.”

My daughter pouted, looking absolutely adorable in her discontent. I fought back the urge to coo at her sulky expression. I doubted she would appreciate it. But she truly was such a precious child. Even when her spells backfired, they did so in the most entertaining ways. It was perhaps unkind of me, as her mother, to find enjoyment in her many failures, but I couldn’t help it. I just hoped my dear child didn’t begrudge me my amusement.

Besides, it appeared as if she didn’t need me to rush to her defence. Not when she had such a devoted boyfriend.

Papyrus leapt to his feet, shooting my mother a very stern look, and propping his hands on his hips.

“SHE DOESN’T NEED COMMON SENSE! SHE ALREADY HAS SPECIAL SENSE! BECAUSE SHE IS A SPECIAL PERSON!” he argued, his voice rising in intensity. “SHE WORKS VERY HARD TO GET BETTER! AND SHE HAS GOTTEN BETTER! MUCH BETTER THAN WHEN SHE ACCIDENTALLY TURNED HERSELF INTO A DOG! HER POTIONS ONLY BLOW UP HALF THE TIME NOW!”

My daughter blushed again, both at the reminder of her botched spell, which had led to their first, not-at-all romantic meeting, as well as at the more explosive results of her unstable magic. Papyrus kept going, seemingly unaware that his words weren’t quite as complimentary as he probably thought they were.

“BUT! MORE IMPORTANTLY! SHE’S A GREAT PERSON!! AND I SHOULD KNOW. I AM, AFTER ALL, VERY GREAT,” he grinned proudly, displaying a truly breathtaking level of self-confidence I almost envied. “MY DATEMATE IS KIND! AND COMPASSIONATE!! JUST LIKE ME! WE ARE THE PERFECT MATCH!! NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!”

Papyrus winked at his girlfriend, to which she responded with a shy smile. Her blush was no longer from embarrassment, but from bashfulness, as her eyes lit up with joy.

I watched them both with my own, pleased smile.

“You are absolutely correct, Papyrus,” I agreed, inclining my head towards him. “I have indeed raised a kind and compassionate daughter, with a good heart. Far better than this world deserves, frankly.” My smile sharpened just a tad. “Fortunately for her, my own mother couldn’t say the same.”

From the dark edge to my mother’s smirk, I’d say she agreed with me.

But Papyrus, surprisingly, did not.

“THAT’S NOT TRUE!” he protested immediately. He seemed pretty convinced of his words, despite having only met me today. “EVERYONE CAN BE A GREAT PERSON IF THEY TRY!” Technically true. But not everyone wanted to be a great person. Or a good one. Like me, for example. “AND YOU MUST BE VERY GREAT YOURSELF. OTHERWISE YOU WOULDN’T HAVE BEEN ABLE TO RAISE SUCH A GREAT CHILD! SHE HAS A VERY KIND HEART, WHICH SHE HAD TO HAVE GOTTEN FROM HER KIND PARENTS!”

My face softened involuntarily, the edges of my smile smoothing out into something a little less polished, but a lot more genuine. What a sweet child indeed.

“Thank you, Papyrus. You have a very kind heart yourself. I’m glad my daughter chose such an upstanding gentleman as her partner. I know you’ll treat her right.”

The skeleton monster beamed at me, his entire demeanour lighting up. His bones almost rattled, as he trembled with excitement.

“WOWIE!! THANK YOU, MA’AM!!”

I chuckled softly, feeling unbearably fond of how sincerely he wore his heart on his sleeve. I’d never met anyone as expressive, nor as honest with his emotions, as him. It was truly refreshing.

“Now, now, dear, I insist that you call me ‘mother’. We are practically family, after all.”

Predictably, Papyrus lit up even more at that. His wide grin, twinkling eyelights, and the dusting of pink coating his cheekbones, all too clearly conveyed how ecstatic he was.

“OKIE DOKIE!! THANK YOU, MOTHER��!!!”

He then turned to Skull.

I blinked. Surely not... He wouldn’t...

But he would, and did.

“AND THANK YOU, FATHER!!” he yelled, without any trace of fear, despite the very clear hostility my husband only barely managed to hold back, for our daughter’s sake if nothing else.

Skull stilled, his growls abruptly cutting off, as the Forest God stared at Papyrus in bewilderment. I stifled a laugh with my hands, as my husband continued to stare in muted shock, as his mind struggled to process exactly what the much smaller skeleton had dared to call him. When Papyrus’s words had finally sunk in, however, Skull’s growls resumed, deeper and fiercer than ever.

To Papyrus’s credit, he didn’t appear to be the least bit intimidated, his big, bright grin not diminishing in the slightest. I couldn't help but to be deeply impressed by his bravery.

Even my mother seemed impressed.

“You’ve got a lot of guts, boy,” she remarked, a distinct note of approval in her voice. “Metaphorically speaking, of course.”

Papyrus preened, adopting a proud stance.

“HEH HEH NYEH! THAT’S ONLY NATURAL. US SKELETONS ARE KNOWN FOR OUR INSIDES, AFTER ALL!”

Either ignoring, or not noticing Mother’s blank look, Papyrus went to join his girlfriend on the floor, plopping down beside her, and happily accepting the purring ball of fur that was Midnight.

Shaking my head, a fond tilt to my lips, I drifted over to my mate’s side. Skull acknowledged my presence with a light nudge to my side with his snout, before resuming his attempt to incinerate our daughter’s boyfriend with the sheer force of his glare. I rubbed Skull’s snout in consolation.

“Enough of your grousing, my love,” I told him, tone firm, smile soft. Skull grumbled stubbornly, refusing to stop growling, as his angry, crimson glare remained fix on Papyrus. I sighed. “Come on, dearest. Stop trying to scare off the poor boy. It’s obviously not working. Just accept that he’s the one our daughter has chosen as her mate.”

“ NO...! ” he snarled, near incoherent with rage. “ never...! he... can’t... have... my... baby...! ”

I sighed again, more emphatically. Shaking my head in exasperation, I gave Skull a pitying smile.

“Oh love...” I whispered, leaning my head against his, and feathering a kiss upon his muzzle. “She’s not a baby anymore. Our daughter’s all grown up.”

“ no... ” Skull denied, but I could tell from the plaintive edge to his voice, that he was finally starting to give in. “ she will... always be... my baby... ”

I hugged his head in sympathy.

“Mine too, love,” I agreed, feeling wistful and nostalgic. A part of me was proud of how much our daughter had grown, both as a person and as a witch. But another part of me mourned the baby I had carried in my womb, and cradled in my arms. Just where had all those years gone? “Mine too...”

Skull let out a low, sad whine, his growls finally ceasing, as he accepted, very, very reluctantly, the reality of our situation. Our daughter was an adult, living her own life, away from us. It was a difficult pill for either of us to swallow.

“Think of it this way, love. We haven’t lost a daughter, we’ve gained a son. Our family has only grown bigger. And happier.”

Skull’s expression was anything but happy, right then. But I knew that our daughter’s happiness mattered more to him than his own. For her sake, he would tolerate this new man in her life, who’d stolen her heart and become the most important person in her world.

As for myself, I would set aside my worries, and my sorrow, and my selfishness. For my child, I would do anything.

I had my husband. My familiars. My mother. My home. And I had the knowledge that my daughter was happy. And therefore, I was happy. The love I held for my family, and the love they had for me, were all I needed to live each day with a smile on my face and hope in my heart.

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In my head, the child you see here isn't the same one who was born in the last chapter, but I've left it vague enough that you can view her either way. If you prefer them to be the same, then that's totally fine. I'm not sure if I'll ever write about the first child's story, though, as I'm not sure if it'll be interesting enough (if you want to know, she falls for the Sans Forest God, whom I'm calling Moss, since there's already a Sans in this universe).

With this epilogue out of the way, I've officially finished this work! Yay!! XD

I can now finally focus on one of my other WIPs, which have been begging for my attention for a while now. Writing this fic was fun, but also exhausting, and I'm glad to be able to think about something besides these characters from now on. I'm proud of all of the effort and care I've put into this fic, and hope it shows to you lovely readers.

I really hope that you enjoyed reading my fic, and have a great day, everyone!

#JMB writes #skull x reader #forest god au #forest god skull #reader is a witch #skull is an overprotective papa #he is NOT happy about his baby girl getting a boyfriend #papyrus #papyrus x oc #papyrus is fearless #what a cool dude #please don't drown him skull #reader do something about your husband!

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