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Knock three times || Tommy Slater ||

A/n: I am doing it! I am also giving Tommy good parents so they can be some amazing grandparents in 1994.

Part 1 of 2.

Summary: You are from Sunnyvale, the most popular girl in the most perfect town. Well that’s what people say anyway but you don’t want that, you wanted something different, you wanted Tommy Slater. Hiding your relationship with the Shadyside boy was one thing but that fact that you’re dating one Matthew Goode brought a whole new problem when someone spills the beans of yours and Tommy’s relationship.

But that’s not even the tip of your horrible week at Camp Nightwing.

A/n 2: So this was getting really long, I will be continuing this in part 2 which will be including 1994.

Tag List: @mercurypsd

Warnings:

Death, character death, possession of a character, { Tommy still becomes possessed.}, gore/blood, abuse { Matthew is a dick }, swearing, some hinted at sex.

Song Inspiration:

Knock Three Times-Tony Orlando & Dawn.

Camp Nightwing-1978

Y/n L/n…you were the name that fell from every Sunnvale’s lips. The most popular girl at the camp. You had the looks, the money and the perfect boyfriend. You had to laugh at that one, Matthew Goode was far from being the perfect boyfriend. The man who yelled at you if your make up was out of place or if you talked out of turn.

Now Tommy, Tommy was the perfect boyfriend. He was sweet, made you laugh. It was luck meeting him, thanks to his car breaking down in front of your home. You let him call for a ride and after that you two were inseparable, your cheeks burned from when you would ever remember when you lost yourself to him.

You wished you could show him around, to rub it in everyone’s face that you were dating a boy from Shadyside and you didn’t care but you knew what Matthew would do and you knew how your father would react so for now you would have to keep your relationship a secret.

But you were sick of this, sick of every person from Sunnyvale thinking they are better than the people from Shadyside, sick of hiding your relationship from the one boy that actually cared about you.Though it made your blood boil seeing what Shelia and lackeys were doing to the girl from Shadyside.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing.”

The smile from Sheila’s face vanished, the other girls backing away from the tied up Ziggy. Lighter falling from her hands she did her best to stutter out an accuse.

People knew not to mess with you, you might have been a camp counselor but your father was also Sunnyvale’s top lawyer, he made people evidence disappear.

“I…n-nothing..I was only.”

You grabbed the lighter off the ground as the other girls scurried off, Sheila still in a daze until she saw you grab the lighter. “You can’t take that.”

“I just did…now..I’m going to call your parents and your ass is getting sen-.”

“Whoa! Y/n…calm down…let’s not get in over our heads.”

Whipping your head around a scowl came to your face, of course the Goode’s would be here.

“She was-”

Cutting you off, you winced as Matthew grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. “I said.Let.It.Go.”

Gritting your teeth you reached up then tugged his hand off your face, you then the grabbed the knife out of Nicks hand as you cut Ziggy down you wrapped your arms around the girls waist. “Come on, Let’s get the burn checked out.”

“Whore.”

Of course Shelia had to open her mouth, slipping the lighter in your pocket you turned to Ziggy giving her a forced smile. “Give me a moment.”

“Huh.”

Turning around your walked over to the girl, your hand slapping hard across her cheek with enough force to send the girl on her ass. “Shut your fucking mouth.”

Returning to Ziggy’s side, the young girl couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “God you’re amazing y/n.”

“Thanks.”

Once you dropped Ziggy off at the nurses office you nearly collide with another body. Blinking you looked up to see the smiling face of your best friend, the girl grasped your hand tugging you towards. “Cindy! at least tell me where you’re dragging me off too.”

Looking around she then pulled you into Shadyside’s counselor Cabin. “Y/n! did you hear?”

“Hear what?”

“Arnie and Alice broke up.”

“So…you’re telling me that you wanna date Arnie?”

“What! No!..Gross!”

Laughing, you gave your friend a smile as you nudged her side. “You gonna make a move?”

“I..”

Eyes softening you squeezed your friends hands. “You should tell her…” Hearing your name being called you mentally rolled your eyes. “Shit…Cindy…I gotta go, I’ll see you tonight.”

Waving goodbye to your friend you quickly slipped out of the Cabin running over to the Sunnyvale side.

You had a game to get ready for.

You stood along with the other Sunnyvale kids, in your hands were balloons filled with the paint of your respected sides.The game was whoever got the most paint on them. The Sunnyvale side held dark blue paint, not to mention how confidant they looked.

While the the Shadyside kids balloons were filled with yellow paint and neither of them looked confidant, well everyone but Tommy. He was smiling at you, the kind of smile he’d give you whenever you too where intimate.

Then with the sound of the whistle the kids from the Sunnyvale side started to hurl the balloons at the kids. most of the Shadysiders stood their ground while others fled. You were about to just walk about until you felt a balloon hit your blue shirt, the yellow paint exploding over it as some even hit your face.

“Come and get me Princess.”Looking up in shock you noticed a smiling Tommy waving his hand as he then took off running.

“Oh you are dead Slater.” Ignoring the chaos around you, you followed the mans laugh as he vanished into the woods. You knew he was running towards the docks.

Still holding onto your balloon, you ducked under a branch. A full smile forming on your face as you noticed Tommy. His back was turned to you, sneaking up behind him you quickly slammed the balloon on his back. Blue paint now coating his skin.

“Ah! Shit! Y/n?”

Laughing you covered your mouth to stifle the sound. You watched as Tommy gave you a half smile. The blue pain some how made it to his hair, walking close to you he quickly wrapped his arms around your waist lifting you in the air. Holding you close, he let the paints that were covering yours and his mix together.

“Tommy! stop.”Laughter still leaving your lips you let your legs wrap around his waist as he brought you in for a soft kiss.

“Wanna go for a swim?”

Sighing you glanced at the edge of the docks. “Well we do have to get this paint off some how.”

“Hold on tight Princess.”

Pinching the mans cheeks he let out a small yelp before taking a running leap into the water.

Coming up for some air, you felt Tommy’s fingers run down your neck as he pushed a strain of hair out of your eyes.

Smiling at the boy you let him wrap his arms around your waist to keep you balanced in the water. His other hand helping you scrub the paint that was on your skin.

“Tommy Slater…you are an amazing boyfriend.”

“Well what can I say…I have you to thank for that.” he states grabbing your wrist gently placing a kiss on it.

With the games down with you couldn’t help but scowl at the mess your own kids did. “Little shits.”

After some fun time with Tommy in the waters you knew the smart thing to do was to change out of your wet clothes.

Wrinkling your nose you turned the radio on, the song Knock three times started to blast throw. Smiling to yourself you turned it up a bit more as you started to sing and dance to the song as you cleaned.

“You don’t even know me, I love you.” Your voice ringing out in the empty mess hall, you didn’t even notice someone slipping into the room as you mopped the floor.

Watching you dance, Tommy couldn’t help but smile. It was one of the cutest things he’s seen you do, not to mention you were a good singing. Grinning he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Oh, my darling, knock three times.” You danced around the mop but stopped but stopped when you heard three loud knocks on the table.

“Shit! Tommy!”

“Please don’t stop on my account.”

Letting out a small groan you rolled your eyes as you walked over to the stereo. “Okay…I need to finish cleaning…now if you excuse me.”

“Wait…let me help you.” grasping your hand he made you do a little spin as he started to sing along to the song.

“Oh, my sweetness“

Laughing you let the man give you a dip, you both dancing around the room. “Means you’ll meet me in the hallway.” He spun you over to where one of the pipes where. “Oh, twice on the pipe”

Tapping on the pipe you let your arms wrap around his neck as his hands moved to your hips. “Means you ain’t gonna show.”

While your weren’t getting much cleaning done, you were having fun with your boyfriend.

“Hey babe.”

Hiding the scowl on your face you had to force a smile instead just as you placed the cleaning supplies away. Of course he had to be the one to show up here.

“Matt…to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Can’t a guy come see his beautiful girlfriend…now give me a smile Y/n.”

“Fuck off Matt.I’m not in the mood..go bother your little friends that were torture another camper.”

“She had it coming.” You wanted nothing more than to wipe that smile off his face.

“It’s sick.”

Brushing past him you felt your wrist get grabbed, falling against the mans chest your fight suddenly left you once you saw the look in his eyes. “What do you want Matthew?”

“I want a kiss from my girlfriend.”

“Ma-.”

Closing your eyes you felt his breath against your lips, kissing you. You were relived when the man broke it. Looking down at you, Matthew let his thumb trace your lips. “I can’t wait to make you mine.” You tried not to shudder as his hand moved down your neck, tracing your arm as he then gave your ass a small squeeze.

“See you later…Princess.”

Swallowing the bile in your throat, you waited for him to leave, to get out of your vision you quickly rubbed your lips. God, you could still feel his disgusting touch.

Storming out of the little hut, you quickly raced towards the woods. Catching Tommy’s gaze you then were out of sight of all the campers. Digging your nails into your palm you knew you needed to end this soon. You couldn’t take him touching you anymore.

Jumping, you nearly punched the person that grabbed your waist. “Whoa! Y/n! are you okay?”

“Tommy?”

Breath leaving your throat you let out fingers grasp his hand tightly. “I want you to fuck me.”

“I..Y/n…what?”

“Please….fuck me.” You let your fingers run down his chest then towards his shorts. “ Please.”

Swallowing thickly, Tommy did his best to not let his mind wander. He knew he shouldn’t want to sleep with you in the middle of the woods where anyone could find you both but it was getting hard to think when you were sucking his neck and your hands, god your hands felt so good on his hot flesh.

“S-Shit…Y/n.”

Smiling you stepped back for a moment only to remove the shirt you were wearing. Tossing it on the ground, you laid down on the leaves. Your fingers sliding down your stomach towards the shorts you wore. “I can’t do this all myself Tommy.”

Blinking a few times, Tommy quickly removed the rest of his clothing.Hovering over you he then gave you a smile grasping your hip as he slowly thrusted into your warmth. “I love you y/n..”

Smiling, you then let out a gasp digging your nails into his back. “I…I love you to Tommy.”

Closing your eyes, enjoying Tommy thrusting his length within you. You both had no clue that you were being watched.

Smiling against his lips, you knew that you both looked like a mess. You were positive you had twigs in your hair. Not to mention dirt in unsavory places but that was something you could worry about later. Right now you were going to enjoy this moment before you got back to camp.

While you were wearing your shorts, your shirt was still off. In the hands of your boyfriend. “If you’re not going to give me back my shirt then I’m going to steal yours.”

“I can handle that.”

Giving you a smile, it quickly vanished when you heard your name being called.

“Y/n! You fucking slut!”

Matthew stormed into view, you didn’t even know how he could have but that’s when you saw her. Shelia, with a smug smile on her face, arms crossed over her chest.

“You’re fucking him! A Shadyside piece of trash..is it him or is it all of Shadyside you’re spreading your legs open for..”

“Don’t you call him that!” You sneered using Tommy’s shirt to cover you up before you stormed over to him. “We were never a thing Matt! as if I’d ever date you! It was more of keeping up appearance. Why do you think I never let you touch me! You’re an asshole!.” Your hand slapping his cheek, chest heaving you were happy to finally get that off your chest.

“You know what…you can keep the little whore Slater….Top Slut of Sunnyvale and Shadyside.”

Digging his nails into his palm he stormed over to Matthew slamming his fist against his jaw. “You shut your fucking mouth! You will not disrespect her again! you will not touch her again…Or I’ll.”

Holding onto his jaw, Matthew glared up at Tommy. “Or you’ll what.”

“I’ll fucking kill you.”

Swallowing, Matthew didn’t know what to say to that but now he knew what he had to do.

Your stuff was in front of the door, something that was not surprising. Everyone in Sunnyvale knew what you did to Tommy but for once you didn’t care. It felt freeing, you felt like you could finally be happy. Grabbing your bag you flipped the cabin off one more time as you made your way towards the Shadyside cabin.

“Hey! y/n! welcome to the dark side.” Arine nodded at you, Alice scoffed and Cindy looked like she was about to burst though Tommy just looked dazed.

Frowning you dropped your things, walking over to your boyfriend you cupped his cheeks. “Hey…Tommy…you okay?”

“Y/n?” Blinking a few times he did his best to smile. “Hey…how are you feeling.”

“Never better” You tried to smile but you were worried for him. “What about you? You don’t look so good.”

“I’m fine…just a headache….I was thinking about…heading to the nurse.”

Nodding your head you then wrapped your arms around his waist. “Come on, I’ll help you Tommy.”

Leaning on your shoulder, you felt his breath against your skin. You just hoped he was okay. He was muttering something under his breath, something you couldn’t hear but it made you nervous.

It didn’t take you long to get to the small nurses office and as you guided him to sit in the chair, hearing a noise you turned to see the nurse, you were about to ask for help though she just brushed past you.

You could barley make out what she was saying, it wasn’t until you finally registered that the woman had a knife in her hand. Tommy didn’t even react, he couldn’t react since he was hunched over, his head in his hands. “Tommy.”

You quickly lunged at the woman, your hand wrapping around around the knife. You felt the blade cut into your skin, Tommy finally snapping out of whatever haze he was in. Leaping into the action, he quickly rushed the woman pulling her away thinking you were the one in danger. Shoving her aside.

Everything felt like it was running in slow motion, screaming, someone was screaming but you couldn’t help but feel a cold shiver run up your spine. The words ringing in your ears.

“I’m sorry but this is he only way. I saw you’re name on the rock. You’ll die tonight. One way or another.”

“Tommy.” His name left your lips as everything went black.

You woke up to the sound of voices, one was of Cindy. Her voice was filled with concern though she was also questioning Tommy. Tommy, god he sounded so confused. He tried to explain that one moment they were sitting in the nurses office then the next thing he knew you were holding a bleeding palm, then you fainted.

You woke up laying in a bed, your hand wrapped. Tommy sitting up from whatever seat he was sitting in. “Y/n.”

“God..shit what happened?”

“Nurse Lane attacked you…they took her away.”

You glanced at your hand, that wasn’t right. She was trying to kill Tommy, the realization hit you hard. What was she talking about? What rock? You felt so many questions fill your mind but you had no answers for them.

“Y/n….hello earth too y/n…are you alright.?”

Snapping out of the haze you forced a laugh standing up on shaky legs. “I’m fine…ah we should get ready for the color wars ya…don’t hold back.” You tried to muster up a smile placing a kiss to Tommy’s cheek then nodded to Cindy but that smile vanished when you heard Arin’s voice fill the room.

“Why? It’s not like good old Shadyside ever wins.”

Scowling you walked past the man. “Maybe if you put effort and actually helped your team you might stand a chance.” you shot back though clearing out your throat you stood in front of Tommy grasping his hand. “Meet me back here tonight. I need to find out what really happened with Nurse Lane.” you whispered to him. Giving him one last kiss you gave Arni a glare leaving the room hoping to find some answers.

You stayed on your cabin until it was dark, the color war didn’t matter to you know matter how much Nick begged you to play. Gripping a flashlight in your good hand you walked towards the infirmary, a breath leaving your lips spotting Tommy though he didn’t look good, was the blood on his nose?

Shaking your head he seemed to have sensed you because he quickly wiped his nose then gave you a smile.

“Y/n.”

Standing on your toes you gave his cheek a kiss as you then tugged him inside the building.

“If you wanted to get me a lone y/n you could have just asked. “he teased.

Snorting you gave your boyfriend a teasing smile, your flashlight shinning on every surface that might hold a clue. Spotting a bottle of pills you turned them around then sighed.

Maybe she did lose it, though that was until your eyes landed on a book. An old book, you were afraid that if you touched the thing it would fall apart. Wetting your lips you frowned reading the passages, it unnerved you. Though of course your silent moment together was interrupted by the voice of shouting. Alice and Arnie arguing at each other then the two’s attention were on you and that book.

But after that, that’s when it all changed, Alice started to read from the book, she read how the curse would break and a map of the Camp with writings all over it. You frowned then turned to look at the woman both seeming to have the same idea.

You didn’t know when Cindy joined you, Alice, Arine and Tommy, you didn’t even remember going into the house, you didn’t even notice when you, Alice and Cindy broke away from the boys. You felt your heart leap into your throat once you noticed a stone wall holding all the killers, including Tommy’s and suddenly what Nurse Lane said made sense.

“I’m sorry but this is he only way. I saw you’re name on the rock. You’ll die tonight. One way or another.”

“Tommy.”

Someone was screaming, no not someone…Alice and Cindy. You were to shell shock to even register what had happened. You felt something wet on your face though it finally hit you that Arnie was dead having taken an ax to the face. You couldn’t even recognize the man anymore, you had to swallow the bile, so that’s why you felt so sticky. Looking up your eyes met Tommy’s except those weren’t Tommy’s eyes, he looked like his mind was taken over.

“Run.” Slowly stepping back you tore your gaze away from the body, away from Tommy, back to the girls. “Run!”

They didn’t need to be told twice as the took off down the cave but he didn’t move. He just stood their watching you, you were about to call out his name until he swiped the ax at you. You nearly missed the blow, feeling rocks cut into your skin. Scrambling up you took off running, bursting out of the house you sprinted through the forest with Tommy hot on your heels. Your eyes landing on a small hut, rushing in you did your best to calm your racing thoughts. You didn’t even notice that you had stepped into the showers. Covering your mouth you watched as Tommy slipped in. The closer he got the more you stepped back, it wasn’t until you felt your body hit the shower causing it to turn on alerting the man.

You didn’t want to die like this, not by the man you loved, not being soaking wet. Just as he approached, he halted in his movements. His head titling to the side as he looked you over and then he walked away.

Your mind was still reeling, what just happened but then your eyes went wide. The blood, you had the blood of a Shadysider on you and now that it was gone he had no reason to attack you. Heaving you closed your eyes knowing what had to be done. You needed to warn the others, you had to find away to save Tommy.

Your legs were burning, your hand was killing you but the only thing you could think about was Tommy, you had to save him. With a rope around your shoulder while in another hand was a small bottle of blood. Something to lure him out. While you hated using the blood of someone that died you had to do it.

“Tommy!”

God you couldn’t get the image of Joan’s body out of your mind, gutted. This was not the camp experience you had wanted.

Unscrewing the cap you quickly dumped the blood over your shirt, your heart racing in your chest. Then their was Gary, you were glad you didn’t see his death, you didn’t know how Cindy or Alice dealt with that but you were grateful for the woman’s help.

It didn’t take long for you too see Tommy, his shoulder was bleeding but he was rushing at you. Closing your eyes you took off running letting him follow you. Yelling to Cindy, you rushed passed the woman just in time as she grasped the shovel in her hand cracking Tommy in the back of his head. You were relived to see that he was still breath. Dropping the rope you nodded your head.

“We need to time him up.”

“Then what! he just killed.”

“It’s not him! he’s….it’s not Tommy and I don’t care if you do-”

“We believe you Y/n.”

After what she and Alice saw in that cave, how could she not believe her friend. “Y/n…we found out….it’s the Goode’s…they’re the reason why..”

Alice looked towards Cindy then frowned. “You need to kill whoever wrote the name on the wall…it was either Matthew or.”

“Nick.”

God how could you kill anyone, tensing you slowly stood up grabbing the ax laying on the ground. You looked over at Tommy struggling against the rope, he looked rabid. Though the fear you were feeling was replaced with anger. One of the Goode’s did this so you were going to set this right, you will fix this.

“Watch Tommy for me.”

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Billy Boyd as Pippin Took THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING (2001)

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winnie-zero · 4 months

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c.ai, why all of a sudden and without reason? we just talkin. damn.

#the picture of dorian gray #dorian gray #ben barnes #c.ai bot #c.ai #c.ai chats #writing

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“Because you’ve got me feeling some type of way and I really, really hate it and I wish that feeling would just leave me alone.” with Laurent maybe?

This turned both kinda angsty and very sappy. I hope you can forgive me, anon. I didn't make this horny even if it's Laurent 😔 (because we all know that that man is a slut)

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Send me a prompt from this list + a character and I'll write a short reader drabble

tags: love confession | fuck buddies to lovers (kinda) | a little angst | gn!reader

ships: Laurent LeClaire/Reader

AO3

Edit: added AO3 link

“Because you’ve got me feeling some type of way and I really, really hate it and I wish that feeling would just leave me alone.”

The two of you had met regularly even outside these painting sessions. Until you didn't anymore. Heated kisses stolen in dark corners were replaced by the cold bite of loneliness. You don't know why Laurent has been avoiding you, maybe he had found someone new that fueled his passion. You'd be lying if you said that wouldn't hurt you at least a little bit but you knew where you stood. When you started this passionate affair with the artist you knew what kind of man he was; you were under no illusion that this could ever be more than a conduit for your and his desire and lust. Laurent LeClaire was the type of man to fall in lust, not in love.

To put your mind at ease you decided to simply ask him the next time you model for the painting he is currently working on.

As you lounge on the settee, bare as the day you were born, you take a moment until the question finally falls from your lips.

"Tell me, why have you been avoiding me?"

You see him still behind the canvas, the hand holding his paintbrush hovering uselessly in the air.

You wait a few beats before you continue: "Do you deny it? If you have found another just say so, Laurent."

The only answer you get from him is a sigh. It vexes you that you can’t see his face, that you have no way to at least decipher his expression to find an answer to your question. After a long pause he finally speaks.

“There is no other. Only you.”

You roll your eyes and with a groan you pinch the bridge of your nose between your fingers. Trying to get an explanation out of the man felt like pulling teeth.

“Why avoid me then, Laurent? Just tell me and don’t leave me in the dark like this.”

You were starting to feel irritated, having to beg for what you are sure is a rejection biting at your heart. The sound of his palette and brush hitting the wooden table beside him makes you look up. You still can’t see him. It feels intentional now, him hiding behind his work. The coward.

“Because you’ve got me feeling some type of way and I really, really hate it and I wish that feeling would just leave me alone.”

He sounds pained, his voice like a freshly sharpened knife plunging into your heart. If you weren’t already sitting down, the weight of his words would drag you to your knees.

As Laurent finally reveals himself behind the aisle, his lips pulled into a pout you would normally find rather charming, you can do nothing but stare at him. You still can’t believe what he is telling you. Maybe you are misinterpreting things or maybe Laurent has fallen ill or is speaking in tongues. Anything would make more sense than this. It simply cannot be the truth.

“Have you fallen ill? You must have a fever-” Laurent laughs almost manically, not leaving you any chance to continue your sentence. “I am! I am sick, you beautiful, terrible creature.” He looks at you, his eyes glinting in the candlelight. “Lovesick is what I am. And believe me I would rather it be a simple fever than this.” He walks over to the settee with a hand over his heart, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. He looks like a tragic figure from a play and you wish for nothing but to hold him, to tell him that you return his feelings and that all will be well.

You can feel your hands tremble with the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside your heart. Eyes filled with unshed tears, you look at him. “If it is your wish then I will refrain from seeking your company in the future.” you mumble, your voice and heart cracking with every word.

He falls to his knees in front of you. “I am a fool, my darling. I have been a fool trying to starve my feelings by avoiding you.”, he kisses your bare legs from your ankles to your thighs, “Give me one last chance and let me be your fool.”

You feel dizzy, overwhelmed by emotion, tears rolling down your cheeks while Laurent’s gentle caress makes your heart beat faster. Slowly you reach down and cup his face, your thumb softly stroking his cheek and you nod.

“Be my fool, Laurent.”

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 [𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐢]

pairing: aegon targaryen ii x fem!reader

summary: aegon seeks comfort from you

content warnings: implied nightmare, a lil bit of crying, a whole lot of hurt/comfort, feelings ugh

no judgements i beg i have a soft spot for emotionally crippled emos. also i know this will flop but i had an idea and ran w it so i’m committed. and as always, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

“y/n…”

you roll over at the rasping voice in your doorway. “mmh.”

the door creaks as aegon pushes it closed behind him; steady footsteps advance on you as your body naturally unfolds to make room for his broadness. you feel his heat, the blankets lifting at the corner as he works his way into your side; you shuffle over in the king sized bed, already knowing what he desires.

he needles his way beneath your arm and sniffles. his bare torso is cold against your own warm skin.

“come here,” you murmur, not wanting him to catch a chill. your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as you cradle his cheeks, all the while dotting tender kisses against his face, damp with tears. “what is it, hm?” he shakes his head, reaching to twirl the ends of your hair in his large fingers.

you sit up, propping yourself against the various pillows and coaxing him up into your arms.

his head lolls as he gazes up at you through blonde lashes, almost invisible until the sunlight catches them. your own hand travels up to brush stray strands of hair out of his face.

“what did you do to my guard?” you giggle. aegon’s brows knit until a deep crease forms in his porcelain skin. you smooth it with the pad of your thumb.

“i just… suggested he take a walk.”

“at two in the morning?”

a beat of silence follows. your smile slowly fades as his lips part to speak.

“do you love me?” a question often asked; one often unanswered by the person he craved to hear it from the most.

“i do. more than anyone.” you pinch his chin, not meanly, just enough to encourage his eyes to yours in the dimly lit chambers. “i swear it.”

you press a sweet kiss to his lips, pushed into a gorgeous pout that makes you giddy with affection. “do you love me?” you ask. a rebuttal.

he nods shakily; then again, firmer. “more than anyone.”

“good,” you say. his eyelids start to drop as he settles in your arms and presses his nose to your neck. you press lips to the top of his head as his cheek squishes against the juncture of your shoulder. his fierce grip around your waist borders on discomfort.

“gentle, aegon.” you murmur. he mumbles something indiscernible but loosens his hold nonetheless. his flaxen tresses fall around his face in a halo and soon his breathing evens and deepens. it’s not long before you’re exhausted as well.

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Felix and Oliver in Saltburn (2023) // Jennifer and “Needy” in Jennifer’s Body (2009)

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NO ONE knows how to use thou/thee/thy/thine and i need to see that change if ur going to keep making “talking like a medieval peasant” jokes. /lh

They play the same roles as I/me/my/mine. In modern english, we use “you” for both the subject and the direct object/object of preposition/etc, so it’s difficult to compare “thou” to “you”.

So the trick is this: if you are trying to turn something Olde, first turn every “you” into first-person and then replace it like so:

“I” → “thou”

“Me” → “thee”

“My” → “thy”

“Mine” → “thine”

Let’s suppose we had the sentences “You have a cow. He gave it to you. It is your cow. The cow is yours”.

We could first imagine it in the first person-

“I have a cow. He gave it to me. It is my cow. The cow is mine”.

And then replace it-

“Thou hast a cow. He gave it to thee. It is thy cow. The cow is thine.”

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winnie-zero · 5 months

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PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

ೃ⁀➷ pairing: sub stalker charlie x fem dom reader

ೃ⁀➷ warnings: stalking, masturbation, fingering, pre mature ejaculation, dacryphilia, overstimulation, humiliation kink, mean (ish) reader.

ೃ⁀➷ notes: this wasn’t supposed to be this long but enjoy…

you had just gotten in bed, with your hands in between your legs, right above your underwear as you heard loud rustling from outside your window. you knew it was charlie. you knew he would come to your window, watch you change, watch you touch yourself.

he wasn’t aware that you knew about his perversions, how he’d cum in his pants by just watching you squirm under your own touch. was it bad that you found it hot? the way he stalked you, the way he was completely and utterly obsessed with you. you’d leave your blinds open every night, just incase he wanted a show.

you and charlie had a couple of classes together and would talk every now and then. you had always found him attractive but you knew he was infatuated with you. you saw the way he looked at you, spoke to you, about you. you’d have to be dumb not to realize.

knowing charlie was right outside your window, you hand wasn’t enough. so you decided to ‘catch’ him.

you got out of bed, walking over to your window, you could hear charlie trying to climb off the ledge of your roof. you opened the glass to it see just who you thought it was, a guilty look painted on his face.

“what are you doing here char?” you questioned, playing dumb. charlie’s eyes scanned over you, you wore pyjama shorts that fell just under your ass and a tight tank top that he could see your hard nipples through.

“i-i can, i can explain myself.” he stuttered, panicking.

“go on then.” you told him. you crossed your arms over your chest, making your tits press together which drove him mad.

“i—”he muttered, he couldn’t even think of an excuse right now.

“were you watching me touch myself?“ you teased, your lips turned up into a soft smirk. poor charlie was so confused, he thought you would file a restraining order on him but it almost seemed like you enjoyed it.

“no- no i wasn’t i swear.” his tone was meek, begging to be believed, he even put his hands up, as if you were a cop.

“i’m not stupid charlie, you can tell me the truth. you’re not in trouble.”

“okay… i was.” he couldn’t look at you while admitting this.

“why don’t you come in my room char, it’s kinda chilly out hm?” you bit back a smile.

“uh, okay.” he crawled through your window, you closed it behind him. charlie examined every inch of your room, obviously he had seen it many times but never up close. charlie took in every detail of your room. he surveyed photos of you and your friends you had hung on your wall, little trinkets you kept, the products on your dresser.

you laid back down on your bed, propping yourself up on your elbows. you motioned for charlie to sit at the end of your bed, he obeyed.

“charlie?” you called, disturbing his train of thought.

“yeah.” he replied almost immediately.

“were you touching yourself while watching me?” you were driving him insane, but he deserved it.

“mhm.” he nodded, unable to meet your eyes. he felt so bad, so guilty, so pathetic.

“okay, well since you interrupted me, why don’t you watch me and try not to.”

“i dunno if i can.” he looked down at the his boner, poking through his sweatpants.

“kinda owe it to me char. i mean, i did just catch you stalking me, the least you can do is do what i say. plus i wanna hear you beg to touch yourself.”

“fuck.” he groaned. you giggled at him before pulling your tank top off, making sure charlie’s eyes were on you. the sight of your boobs right in front of him only made him harder, he wanted to touch them or suck on them, anything would be enough.

“bet you wanna feel my tits so bad huh? i mean you’ve been watching me change, jerking yourself off while looking at them. this isn’t the first time you’ve been outside my window.” you taunted. “gonna have to earn it.”

“how-how do i earn it?” he wasn’t even concerned with how you knew that he had been watching you for a while, just desperate to feel you.

“already told you char, watch me touch myself without touching yourself.” you pulled down your shorts to reveal the lacy thong you wore. charlie couldn’t help but notice the huge wet spot on your underwear.

‘you did like this.’ charlie thought to himself. he stared at you as you rubbed your clit over your soaked thong, teasing yourself with one hand, playing with your tits with the other.

“you’re so… wet.” charlie said in a breathy voice.

“mhmm was thinking about you char.” you told him. his eyes went wide,

“r-really? you were?” he smiled at you. charlie sounded so pathetic, you loved it.

“mhmm.” you nodded, slowly removing your thong. the sight of your body entirely exposed forced charlie to whimper.

“i-i think about you, like that, a lot.” he was struggling so hard not to touch himself, it almost hurt. at this point, your cunt was throbbing, desperate for stimulation.

“i know you have.” you replied before rubbing your clit in circular motions, humming in pleasure.

“can i um, can i touch you instead…like finger you? i won’t touch you anywhere else if i’m not allowed to yet.” charlie couldn’t bare just watching you. if he couldn’t touch himself, he wanted to touch you. “please?”

“not yet, be patient.” you spread your legs further apart, pumping two fingers from your free hand into your entrance slowly. “feels so fucking good, don’t touch yourself yet charlie.” you groaned.

“t’so hard not to.” he whined, putting his hands behind his back to retrain himself.

“i know, you’re so needy char. fuck!” you panted. both of your hands sped up, making your moans louder. you were squirming so much. charlie watched you closely, taking in every one of your sounds, movements, and expressions. he whispered compliments as you brought yourself closer to your climax.

after you came, you sat yourself back up on your elbows to see that charlie’s pants were wet. “did you cum in your pants? that needy huh, can’t even wait ten minutes?”

“i know, m’sorry.” charlie said shyly, he looked away

“i didn’t even touch you…you didn’t even touch yourself and you came, holy shit… you don’t get to touch my tits yet, couldn’t even hold off.” you let out a short scoff which was followed by silence. charlie was so embarrassed, not daring to look you in the eyes. he wished he could’ve just disappeared at that moment. “lay beside me char, i wanna see your cock charlie.” you purred. charlie followed your order, moving from the edge of your bed, next to you. “now show me, take off your shirt too.”

charlie nodded before swiftly removing his shirt. he then pulled down his sweat pants, exposing his cum filled boxers. finally, he took off his boxers to reveal his dick. he looked over at you, your eyes remained on his body.

“so perfect char, bet it’s really sensitive right now though hm?” you asked. charlie’s cheeks turned red at your compliment.

“thank you and yeah m’sensitive.” charlie responded.

you shifted your body so you were on your side, facing charlie. you tucked his hair behind his ear, bringing your mouth to charlie’s it you whispered, “i wanna make you cum again”.

charlie’s breath hitched, he couldn’t believe you were finally going to touch him. after countless nights of imagining that his hand was your warm, tight pussy wrapped around him or your soft hand pumping his cock, he was finally getting to feel you. “please make me cum again, please.” he begged.

“so needy.” you giggled, crawling downward until your lips met charlie’s sensitive tip. you placed short, gentle kisses on it, holding his shaft in your hand.

“oh my god, fuck.” he huffed, his breath heavy.

“i haven’t even started yet.” you nagged, taking your soft lips off his tip. while still giggling, you began slowly moving your hand up and down his shaft.

“mmm thank you.” a stupid smirk was plastered on his face as he watched you speed up your movements. after a few minutes, his chest began to rise and fall rapidly as his mouth hung open, high pitched and draw out whimpers leaving his lips. you felt his dick twitch in your hand before he came for the second time.

you took a second to think of a real punishment for him. as the idea crossed your mind, you immediately wrapped your mouth around his soft cock, feeling it grow in your mouth.

“wah- what are you doing? i, fuck, i can’t go again.” he babbled. you rolled your eyes in annoyance, taking your mouth off his dick.

“too bad isn’t it, didn’t i tell you that you owe me? charlie, you’ve been watching me, stalking me for weeks now. can’t you just do what i say?” your tone was weirdly calm.

“okay…m’sorry” he answered. you placed your mouth back on his now, painfully hard cock, hollowing your cheeks. “ahhh! it’s too much.” he moaned. unable to stay till, charlie began squirm and bucking his hips into your mouth.

“ohmygoddd please i’m sorry, fuck aughhh! i’m sorry for stalking you, it’s too much please!” his words were slurred, charlie didn’t even know what he was pleading for. tears began streaming down his face from overstimulation. you bobbed your head up and down on his cock at an increasingly fast pace, the room filled with charlie’s loud sobs and whimpers. you then felt that same twitch as before and as you suspected, shortly after, charlie’s warm cum filled your mouth, you swallowed every drop.

you returned back to where you laid before, watching tears flood from his blue eyes. “you look so pretty when you cry charlie”.

he turned towards you. “thank you.” he sniffed as you wiped his tears from his cheek. holding charlie’s jaw in your hand, you traced his cheek with your thumb. “you’re always pretty.” he spoke. the two of your faces were so close together, charlie brought his lips to yours, you kissed back passionately, feeling charlie grin against your lips. one of his hands found its way too the bare skin right under your boob. “can i um- can i?” he questioned after pulling away from your lips.

“go ahead.” you responded before attaching your lips to his once again. charlie cupped your tit in his hand, squeezing and kneading it.

“so fucking perfect.” he groaned before shortly pecking your lips.

“charlie.” you said, staring at him.

“mhm?” he mumbled, looking away from your tits and up at you.

“next time you’re outside my window, you can just come in.” you purred. your words forced charlie to whimper. he could do this again? touch you? maybe even be inside you? god he felt lucky.

“actually?” he looked at you with that pathetic smile.

“yeah, maybe you’ll get to touch more than just my tits next time.” you smirked at him, kissing him once more before he cleaned himself up, climbing back out of your window.

the next night, you heard tree taps at your window. knowing it was charlie, you opened the window to let him in. almost immediately, you began undressing each other between staggered sloppy kisses. the night ended in him sobbing after you rode him, making him cum five times, which left his cock red. he knew he deserved it.

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