#Best beach in the Hamptons

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Best Public Beaches in the Hamptons

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View this post and decide on which beach you will visit next on the east end of Long Island, New York. Like the fictitious towns found in the “The Great Gatsby,” the Hamptons exude the splendor of the Long Island coastline. Renowned for the white-sand beaches that skirt the Atlantic Ocean and bays, the Hamptons may very well have served as the inspiration for F. Scott Fitzgerald’s fictious…

[sapphire-writes]

Holiday In The Hamptons

Part 3 of The Campaign

pairing: modern!Aemond x Reader

summary: You join the Targaryen-Hightower family in the Hamptons, determined to get back what Aemond took from you.

word count: 7.2k

rating: 18+/explicit (see details below the cut)

warnings: p in v (explicit sex), oral (fem-recieving), edging, overstimulation, blindfold, restraints, fingering, rough s*x, degradation, begging, kissing, pussy slapping, choking, hand kink, finger sucking, alluding to some Daemon/Rhaenyra targcest, language

note: it's been a while! I have no words-- i was inspired and here is the monster I created, I hope you enjoy!

You’d secretly hoped Rhaenyra would throw out the idea of a family outing after the debate with Aegon went sideways. She’d been graceful, smooth, and calculated as always. And Aegon?

Well, Aegon was Aegon. 

You suppose Otto Hightower had attempted to prep him. But it didn’t stop him from being a pompous asshole through the entirety of the debate. Interrupting, laughing, and dismissing all of Rhaenyra’s arguments with baseline claims of his own. It was hard to watch. 

And yet the public was eating it up. 

Funny, they called him. An arrogant, egotistical, narcissist. But funny. The media was far more forgiving of Aegon than Rhaenyra. You suppose that’s why Aegon made a better frontman than Aemond. He was awfully charismatic. 

Though you just know it was killing Aemond inside to not be the one behind that podium going head to head with Rhaenyra. A battle of wits is Aemond Targaryen’s idea of a great time. He wouldn’t have needed Aegon’s cheap tricks to win the debate. He probably could have bested her (though that killed you to admit). 

“Shrieks Through the Keep,” she read the headline on her phone as you sat in the back of the limousine on the way to the Hamptons, “Rhaenyra Targaryen snaps at Aegon Targaryen during last night’s debate, her reaction reminiscent of her predecessor Maegor Targaryen. Fucking ridiculous.”

Luke sits beside her, Joffrey beside him lost in his Nintendo Switch, furiously pressing buttons and cursing under his breath. Jace and you sit across from them, knees pressed together. You’ve been stiffer around him lately, ever since----

“You did wonderfully,” Daemon had insisted, squeezing Rhaenyra’s knee, “Bunch of stupid cunts.”

Rhaenyra clicks her phone and the screen dims before leaning her head back and closing her eyes. Luke reaches forward, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. 

“It’s only the first debate,” Daemon insists, “The others will be better.”

Rhaenyra lets out a pitiful laugh dropping her head into her hands, pressing her thumbs right under her brow bones. You’ve seen Aemond do the same thing when he’s stressed. Seven save you, can you stop thinking about that asshole?

“Can we talk about something else?” Rhaenyra asks, “Anything else.”

Joffrey pays no attention, his dark curls falling into his eyes, the faint sounds of his game echoing in the small space. Luke’s leg bounces nervously, his eyes darting to you, begging for some help. 

“What’s your favorite memory of Summerhall House?” you ask her, eager to change the subject to something else as well. 

The side of Rhaenyra’s mouth ticks upwards in a small, sad smile. She straightens up, leaning back against the leather seat. Her eyes look past you, searching for a memory. 

“My father brought me here when I was a child,” she tells you, “Every summer we’d come. Just the three of us.”

Daemon watches Rhaenyra carefully as she speaks; his violet eyes never leave her face. You wonder where Daemon had fit in on their family holidays. 

“My father hated the beach, hated it,” Rhaenyra continues through a chuckle, “But my mother loved the ocean. We’d spend hours at a time going back and forth. Swimming, drying out on the sand, going back to the water. Father would watch from the deck, always holed up with his models.”

Daemon takes her hand. You watch a pink blush begin to form on the apples of her cheeks, but she doesn’t pull her hand away. Your throat tightens. Aegon had his fair share of gossip present in the tabloids, but so did Rhaenyra. 

Not a rumor you hope has truth behind it.

But it’s hard to deny when it's happening right in front of you. Still, you remove your gaze from their intertwined hands and rest your head against Jace’s shoulder. 

“You miss him terribly,” Daemon says, thumb stroking the back of Rhaenyra’s hand, “I do as well. He’d be happy that you’re doing this. He always wanted the family together.”

Rhaenyra nods at his words, violet eyes glancing up at her Uncle’s face. He smiles at her softly before turning his head toward you and Jace. You meet his eyes for a brief moment before averting your gaze, heat rushing to your cheeks. 

When you look up, he’s still watching you. You force a tight smile which Daemon Targaryen does not return. He knows you know, your mind teases as a weight settles in your gut. You close your eyes, pressing your face against Jace’s neck inhaling the scent of his cologne. You feel his arm tighten around you. 

“Not long now,” he murmurs, and you hum in response. 

Though you pretend to be asleep for the remainder of the drive, you can feel the fiery gaze of Daemon Targaryen burning through you. 

When you arrive at Summerhall House you’re greeted with laminated itineraries and Alicent Hightower-Targaryen waiting at the front door. She holds one out to you, her brown eyes warm and inviting, auburn curls hanging freely down her back, dressed in an emerald green silk dress that falls just below her knee. 

Though it's been half a year since the death of her husband she doesn’t look the part of a grieving widow. In fact, she appears more radiant than ever. The death of Viserys Targaryen suits her. Her eyebrows crease together as Daemon brushes by her, ignoring the handout. Her eyes move behind you, eyes searching for someone else.

“Where’s Baela and Rhanea?” 

Daemon stops at the decorative table, eyeing the bowl of fruit in the center. Ruby red apples lay piled atop a bed of pears, and fresh mandarins. He reaches for an apple, taking off his sunglasses while inspecting the shiny outer flesh.

“Baela is galavanting around Europe. Last I spoke to her she was in Greece,” he says, biting into the apple, “Rhaena is much too busy preparing for her LSAT to be bothered with this farce.”

Alicent prickles at that, her jaw clenching, and her shoulders straightening. 

“I’m tired,” Daemon announces.

“We’re supposed to have dinner,” Alicent calls as he begins his ascent up the staircase. Her words fall on deaf ears as Daemon continues down the hall until he is out of sight. She sighs, trying to hide her frustration as she turns back to you, “Can I get you anything? Something to drink? The espresso martinis are fabulous.”

Rhaenyra smiles politely, reaching out and squeezing Alicent’s forearm.

“None for me, I’m afraid I’m rather tired as well,” she admits, smiling bashfully, “I think I’ll tuck in for the evening.”

“Luke and Joffrey will share the beach room,” Alicent tells her, “Jace and…” she looks at you, as though remembering you’re present, “Y/N….you’re in the room at the farthest end of the second floor.”

You smile tightly.

“Thank you, Alicent,” you tell her, heading upstairs. As much as you want a drink, you’d rather not be stuck with forced polite conversation with Alicent. 

The following morning is lights, camera, and action. Playing the role of a happy family is non-negotiable today. You meet everyone at breakfast by the pool, under the shade of the veranda. Mimosas, fresh fruit, omelets, and croissants greet you. You sit across from Daemon and Rhaenyra, as Jace pulls your chair out for you, reaching for a chocolate croissant. 

Otto Hightower sits at the head of the table, his gaze icy. You can tell he’s watching Daemon out of the corner of his eye, his tension palpable. 

“Aemond arrived rather late last night,” Daemon says, taking a bite of his omelet, “Though I’ve yet to see Helaena. Where is my niece?” 

You can’t help the rush of stupid warmth that rolls through you. He’s here. Absent at the family breakfast though. Dickhead. 

“Helaena should be joining us this evening,” Alicent says, sipping her mimosa, “I must’ve dozed off, was Floris with Aemond when he arrived?”

Alicent’s eyes are bright, lit up with curiosity. 

You wonder if they get along. It appears Alicent likes her, by the look in her eyes. Through the grapevine, you’d heard that mummy didn’t approve of Aemond’s previous fling. That ended rather quickly. Jealousy creeps through your veins; icy tendrils weaving up your spine. Jace meets your eyes smiling.

“D’you like your croissant?” he asks, his grin lopsided.

“Love it,” you tell him, returning his smile with a much colder one. 

Jacaerys Velaryon is nice. That’s about all there is to him. An easy man to have on your arm. Easily influenced. Easily manipulated. He has potential, for sure. You’d gotten the same look of approval from Rhaenyra that Floris undoubtedly got from Alicent when Jace had brought you home. 

“Believe he said something about her taking the next flight out?” Daemon says, eyebrows cinching together as he tries to remember, “Weather wasn’t cooperating. Something like that. We didn’t engage in further conversation.”

You bite your tongue so you don’t ask where he is. Luke is the one to broach the subject. 

“He coming out today?” he asks, referring to the yacht party planned later that afternoon.

“He’s resting now,” Otto informs Luke, “But everyone is expected to be there. On their best behavior.” He says the words pointedly, through gritted teeth.

You reach for your drink taking a long sip of the tart beverage. Rhaenyra cocks an eyebrow at Otto’s pointed tone, reaching for the water glass beside her plate and taking a sip. 

“Can I have one?” Joffrey asks, eyeing your mimosa.

“In your dreams,” Luke scoffs, causing the younger boy to pout. 

The majority of the morning is spent lying by the pool. You’d put on your swimsuit as soon as breakfast ended, heading back down to get some sun. No sign of Aemond. He must be holed up in his room doing gods knows what. You can’t help the feeling of anticipation that curls in your belly. 

The yacht party is meant to happen that afternoon, and as time creeps closer you decide to take action. The intimate family gathering is not one you need to participate in any way, not like the upcoming party later in the week. There’s unfortunately no way out of that event. 

“I don’t know,” you tell Jace, “You know I get seasick, baby.” You don’t. 

“I don’t want you to get lonely,” he insists, “I’ll stay behind-”

“You go ahead,” you insist, “I’ll be alright. I have a couple of calls to make anyway and I can lounge by the pool.”

“You’re sure?”

“Positive,” you tell him, placing a kiss on his cheek, “Seriously, have fun! Bond with everyone.”

Jace is reluctant but doesn’t argue. You wonder if he cares at all, deep down. 

Helaena greets you when she arrives, clad in dark green slacks and a white tank top, a cigarette hanging from her red mouth. You’d only been introduced once before, though you remember her vaguely, a year ahead of you back in school. She’d changed her hair recently, it was cut in a retro shag style, bangs in front of her eyes.

“Jace brought a friend,” she comments, walking towards you, hands in her pockets. 

You turn your head, still spread out in your chaise lounge one foot propped on the seat, an arm thrown under your head. 

“Surprised I’m still around?” you ask, noting the unashamed way Helaena’s eyes drag across your body.

“Nah,” she says, pulling her cigarette from her lips, “More surprised you’re still putting up with him.”

“Hmm,” you hum in response, “You bring anyone?”

“Why, you interested?” she teases, with a grin, “I’m not getting anyone involved with this shit show. You’ve the right idea, staying behind.”

“I don’t like boats,” you tell her.

Helaena drops her cigarette, stamping it out under her foot.

“Mhmm,” she says, eyes unconvinced, “Enjoy your alone time.”

You don’t answer as she retreats back into the house. You hear the muffled voices as everyone begins to leave for the party. Aemond doesn’t come outside, and doesn’t ask why you’re staying behind. You try not to let that vex you, but can’t help it. Sighing, you close your eyes as the sounds of distant voices fade, along with the car engines in the driveway.

Suddenly, an idea strikes as the sun begins to dip below the horizon no longer offering the heat from earlier in the day. Getting up from your spot, you throw on your cover-up and tread into the house. It’s silent, beside the gentle sound of the central air system. 

You need to find your necklace. The one Jace had given you. The one you’d so carelessly left behind during your last rendezvous with Aemond. Jace hadn’t stopped asking about it, and you just knew it gave Aemond some sick sense of power, holding that over you. 

You hurry up the stairs, padding down the hallway until you reach Aemond’s room. You’d heard Alicent mention last night which room he and Floris would be staying in. Taking a deep breath, you open the door. 

Aemond’s room is neat; just as you’d expected. His two suitcases were closed standing side by side at the foot of his bed. White pillows are fluffed to perfection; you doubt Aemond was the one to tend to it. His bedside table is bare save a lamp and a dog-eared book without a dust cover. The title remains a mystery. There’s a matching table on the opposite side with an empty silver dish and a small lap. 

Moving further into his room you stop in front of a large floor-length mirror, trimmed with gold, and spare a moment to shamelessly admire yourself. The Hamptons look good on you. From the afternoon spent in the warm summer sun, your skin already has a luminescent sun-kissed glow. You tilt your head, parting your lips slightly. 

Should’ve brought your phone with you; a selfie in this mirror would be worth a thousand words. You don’t suppose anyone will be back for hours. You can come back later for a little photo shoot. Your mouth quirks into a small smile at the thought of Aemond scrolling through Instagram and seeing you in his room. 

You know exactly how you’ll do it. On your knees, a hand toying with the strings of your bikini bottoms, plush thighs on full display. Your sheer cover-up dangling off of one of your shoulders revealing a delicious amount of skin your bikini top barely covers. Lips curved into a perfect pout.

You just need to find that necklace. 

That would be the icing on the cake. 

Peering into the attached bathroom you note all his hair and skincare products lined up in a neat row across the marble sink. You raise a brow at his perfectionism. 

Anal prick. 

You rummage through the drawers under the sink, most of them practically empty. A hair straightener, a hairbrush, a thin-toothed comb. 

No necklace. 

You growl in frustration slamming the drawer shut. Sitting back on your haunches you place a hand against your forehead. Maybe he didn’t even bring it, I mean, why would he?

You remember the look on his face, the stolen glances. That stupid fucking smirk. Your cheeks flush, warmth creeping down your neck.

He brought it. It’s here somewhere.

You tap your fingers against your knee, hand bouncing nervously. You need to keep looking. Rising from your spot on the floor you make your way back into the room, glancing around. Flinging open the closet doors you paw through suit jackets and trousers letting your hands dip into the pockets of each one. C’mon, it has to be here somewhere---

“What are you doing?” a cool, calm voice asks, sending a shiver down your spine like you’d been dosed in ice water.

Slowly, you turn, meeting the blue and purple eyes of Aemond Targaryen as he leans casually against the doorframe. 

He’s not supposed to be here. 

Yet, here he is. Dressed in gray slacks, and a black button-down pressed to perfection with not a wrinkle in sight. Green tie around his neck as though he’d just come from a meeting. He’s holding a legal pad in his left hand, a pen pinched between his thumb and forefinger. His silver hair pushed back out of his face, rounded glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. You roll your shoulders back and keep your chin up.

“Where is it?”

“Where’s what?” he asks, entering the room. He tosses the legal pad carelessly on the side table before reaching into his back pocket and removing his phone as well. Your eyes narrow as he rolls his sleeves up.

“You know what,” you tell him, tapping your foot against the floor.

Aemond releases a hum, still not answering. He lifts his glasses off of the bridge of his nose, letting them rest on top of his head. 

“Where is it?” you repeat, becoming more impatient with each passing second. 

Aemond doesn’t meet your gaze, instead, he takes a step forward. The bed is the only thing that separates you. He looks up at you then, violet and blue eyes staring into yours intently. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he tells you, nonchalantly, “If you’ve misplaced something how is that my problem?”

“It is your problem,” you say through your teeth. Aemond brings his hands in front of his chest, the veins on the back of them prominent. You watch as he slowly removes a ring on his left hand, taking time to twist the silver band from his middle finger. 

Your mouth goes dry as he repeats the movement, twisting the metal that rests on his ring finger. That ring he wears nearly every day, stamped with the Targaryen family crest. He resumes his movements, focusing on the ring that remains on his right hand. A small silver band around his thumb. When it's free, he holds his hand out across the bed. 

An offering. 

You’re not sure what compels you to reach forward, holding your palm open-faced under his. He uncurls his fingers, rings falling into your awaiting palm. He hasn’t touched you and yet your whole body feels flushed. 

You close your fingers around the cold rings, pulling your hand away. Aemond jerks his chin, motioning toward the nightstand beside you. You turn, placing the rings haphazardly in the small empty silver dish. They clang loudly against it and Aemond stares at you disapprovingly.

“Are you going to give it back, or not?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest once more. 

“Why are you here?” he asks, ignoring your question and walking to the edge of the bed.

“I get seasick,” you lie to him as you did to Jace.

Aemond merely chuckles, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. He reaches to the top of his head, removing his glasses, and placing them on his dresser. A lock of silver hair falls in front of his eyes as he turns back to you, mirroring your pose.

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Believe what you want,” you snap, “What are you doing here?”

“I had work to finish,” he says with a shrug. Aemond’s hands drop to his belt, and he begins to undo it. “So I decided to stay behind.” 

The hairs on your arms stand up and heat rushes to your face, and the top of your chest. You suddenly become very aware of how trapped you are on this side of the room. You’d have to climb over the bed if you wanted to leave. 

You glance at the door as Aemond pulls his belt free of the loops of his slacks. A sharp whine echoes in the room as the leather rubs against the fabric. 

Your attention turns back on Aemond, you watch as he tosses the belt onto the bed. You swallow the lump beginning to form in your throat. 

Aemond takes a slow step, rounding the corner of the bed. You don’t say anything as he walks closer, nor when he brings a large hand to rest against your outer thigh. He’s barely applying any pressure, you can just feel the heat of his large palm against you. Your lips part slightly at the sensation. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks again, letting his fingers trail up your thigh, “Hmm?” His fingers curl under the strap of your bathing suit bottom, snapping it against your hip. You flinch slightly at the light sting. 

You inhale a deep breath, looking up at the chiseled features of his face. 

“I want my necklace back.”

The perfect pout of his lips curl at the edges, a satisfied smirk appearing. 

“Well then you’re going to have to work for it,” he tells you, his voice rough and commanding. 

To your despair, heat rushes to your core at the authoritative tone of his voice and the feeling of his hand still on your upper thigh. You hate admitting it, but you’d been thinking about that afternoon in the hotel ever since it had happened. Getting off to the memory of it, nearly every night. 

“We’re not doing this again,” you tell him as his opposite hand finds your waist. He swipes his thumbs against your hip bones, squeezing into the soft flesh. He’s so close, your crossed forearms graze against the fabric of his button-down. You shake your head, “I hate you.”

Aemond tilts his head back, not releasing his grip on you. Your arms uncross on their own accord, and you bring your hands to his tie. Your fingers work the knot, loosening it and removing it from his neck. You toss the green fabric onto the bed, moving to the buttons of his shirt. 

“Say it again,” he murmurs, fingers digging into you hard enough to leave bruises. He pulls you closer, his nose bumping against your cheek. 

“I hate you,” you breathe, working through all the buttons. Aemond chuckles darkly as you tear open his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest. 

You drag your fingers down between his pectorals, tracing in between the muscles of his abdomen. They flex under your soft touch. Aemond releases your hips to shrug off his shirt, abandoning the material on the floor. 

You watch it pool at his feet, before his hand finds the back of your neck, pulling you flush against him, capturing your lips in a punishing kiss. It’s brutal; all clashing teeth and tongues as he keeps one hand securely on the back of your neck, the other tearing at the thin material of your coverup until it falls to the floor. 

His free hand drags down your side before settling on your ass; it’s so large he encompasses the cheek nearly entirely, squeezing the soft flesh harshly and dragging a gasp from your throat. He backs you up toward the bed, kissing you all the while. You can’t think when he kisses you, all you can focus on is the feeling of him. It’s nothing but hot, burning need pulsating through your veins. 

Aemond pushes you, none too gently, onto the bed before climbing on top of you. His hands roam down your body, your back arching at his touch. 

He leans back on his haunches, reaching for the belt. You can see evidence of his arousal straining against his slacks, his eyes hungrily raking over your scantily clad form as you gaze up at him through your lashes. 

“Wrist up.” 

You breathe heavily, before doing what he asks, placing both your arms above your head. Aemond loops the belt around your wrists, binding them to the metal rod of his headboard. Your heart is beating wildly in your chest, and the ache between your thighs grows. Aemond’s eyes flicker to your face as he tugs the bindings. The smirk that appears on his face says one thing.

You’re not going anywhere.

“You need me to stop,” he says, as he moves away from you, “You need to be untied. You want this to be over; you say keligon.” 

“What’s that mean?” you ask, your voice sounding breathier and more desperate than you’d have liked it to.

“It’s High Valyrian,” he tells you, “You say that, I’ll untie you. I’ll stop.” Aemond returns to you, grasping your chin in his hand, “What do you say if you want me to stop?”

You stare into his eyes, surprised by his seriousness. “Keligon.”

“Good girl,” he says, lightly tapping your cheek with his fingers as he releases his hold. 

Aemond reaches for his discarded necktie. He smoothes the material in his hands before bringing it to your face. Your eyes widen as you realize his intentions, but you make no move to stop him. You allow it. 

You want it. 

The tie sits perfectly against your eyes, blocking any semblance of light. All your other senses feel heightened, your skin feels electric. You can’t see him, can only feel the bed shifting from his weight as he moves above you, making sure it’s tied snuggly around your head. Suddenly, you feel his slender fingers, dragging down the strap of your bikini top, taking his sweet time before he reaches the knot that sits in the valley between your breasts. 

“Cute suit,” he murmurs, fingers fiddling with the knot, “You bring this one just for me?”

You can feel the material give, your breasts releasing back to their natural state as the knot comes completely undone. Aemond drags his fingers over the material lazily exposing your tits to him. He hums appreciatively as the cool air makes your nipples pebble. 

“I have a boyfriend,” you tell him, earning a chuckle. 

“You do?” he murmurs, dragging his fingers down your sternum, over the sensitive skin of your stomach. You take your lower lip between your teeth, skin erupting in goosebumps. You already want to pull against the restraints, wriggle, and thrash away from his teasing hands. 

“My poor nephew,” he muses, tugging at the straps of your bottoms, “He fuck you like I do?”

You haven’t slept with Jace. It’s not really part of your arrangement. Not that Aemond needs to know.

“You fuck Floris like you fuck me?” you challenge. Aemond’s hands pause their movements.

Just like earlier, a wave of jealousy rolls through you. Envy churns in your stomach, and you clench your jaw. 

“Floris and I are colleagues,” Aemond says slowly. He sounds as though he’s choosing his words very carefully. 

“You don’t have to baby me,” you lie, “I’m a big girl, I understand this world.”

Aemond is silent for a moment, and you wonder if he’ll push the subject more. He’s still for so long you nearly tap out, keligon on the tip of your tongue when suddenly he finishes removing your bathing suit bottoms. Completely naked before him, tied up like a summer holiday present, your body trembles with anticipation. 

Stop being jealous, you tell yourself, feeling him move on top of you once more. It’s just sex. Fucking good sex. That’s all it has to be. 

Aemond trails wet, hot kisses down your neck, his greedy hands digging into your thighs keeping you spread open so he can rest between them. He’s still wearing pants, you can feel the fabric against your thighs, and pressing against your bare pussy, the sensation driving you insane. 

His mouth trails lower, settling on your right breast, his tongue circling your pebbled nipple. Your back arches off of the bed, hands pulling against your restraints. The leather tightens against your wrists, digging into them painfully. 

Your lips part and a breathy moan escapes your lips as he sucks on your breast. Your legs wrap around his slender waist, desperately trying to get some friction to relieve the ache between your thighs. Your clit drags against the front of his slacks, grinding against his bulge sending sparks of pleasure dancing through your body. You’re nearly pulsating with need as he releases your tit with a wet pop, humming in satisfaction. 

Aemond drags his lips through the valley of your breasts, before repeating his attentions. He moans-fucking moans---as he bites at your tender nipple, ripping a cry from deep in your chest. 

“Look at you grinding against me,” he comments, as your hips buck upwards attempting to meet him, “That wet little pussy is making such a mess on me right now.” 

Your face burns at his comment, but you can’t see what he means. You can only feel how desperately wet you are, the slickness coating your inner thighs. You thrash against your restraints and hear him click his tongue.

“Poor baby,” he says, with mock sympathy, sucking harshly against the side of your breast. He brings his free hand to play with your unattended nipple, tweaking it harshly. 

You’re not sure if it’s the extra attention he’s giving your tits or the blindfold, but you can feel the tension in your gut growing tighter, heat building in your core. You bite your lip, whining desperately, back arching. Aemond lets out a breathless laugh, never stopping his ministrations with your nipple, capturing the other with his lips once more. 

“Are you gonna cum?” he murmurs against your breast and you curse at the vibration it causes, “You better not….you hear me?” Aemond drags his lips over your breast, trailing them up your neck and just below your ear.

His hand leaves your opposite breast, finding its way under your head and tangling in your hair. He tugs the roots harshly, pinpricks of pain and pleasure trickling down your neck as you whimper. Aemond’s breath is hot against your ear as he speaks. 

“You better not fucking cum, you hear me?” he growls, “Not until I tell you to. You can do that, can’t you?” His hand tightens in your hair.

“Yes,” you gasp, “Yes-fuck!”

“That’s a good girl,” he praises, rewarding you with a kiss, “Fuck, you have no idea how beautiful you look right now.”

Your cheeks flush, heat rushing to your face at his words. You twist against your restraints as he kisses down your torso once more. 

“I should’ve been more specific,” he muses, kissing right below your belly button, “You’re not cumming unless I’m feeling generous enough to let you.” He kisses the top of your hip bone, squeezing the other side. 

“Is that clear?”

Nothing feels clear, your whole body is on fire. The embers of your previous denied orgasm burn brightly in your throbbing center. Aemond moves lower, pressing your thighs back against the bed. You can feel his breath fanning on your soaked center. 

A sharp slap stings against your dripping pussy and you cry out.

“You’re not nonverbal yet, are you?” he asks with mock concern, “I’ve barely scratched the surface.”

“No,” you tell him, “I mean, yes. Yes, I understand.”

“Good,” he says, pressing a kiss on top of your mound before dipping his tongue lower, spreading through your silky, wet folds. 

Aemond moans at the taste, dipping lower and letting his tongue tease at the opening of your clenching pussy. His tongue just breaches the tight muscle of your entrance, nose brushing against your aching clit. 

“Fuck,” you mewl as he presses his tongue further inside of you groaning as you clench around the warm, wet muscle. 

He murmurs something, even though his face is buried in your pussy and you can’t even attempt to understand him. All you can do is tug against the restraints and moan pitifully as he has his way with you. Your legs tremble, thighs aching as he presses them back further into the mattress. He decides to release them, bringing his hands under your ass and lifting you slightly off the bed to press even further against your core. 

Aemond removes his tongue to your displeasure, placing an open-mouthed, wet kiss on your pussy, dragging his lips and tongue to circle your clit with slow, calculated strokes. 

“Seven--fuck!” you cry, legs shaking around him as he gently caresses your sensitive button, another chuckle leaving him at your desperation. 

“Oh baby,” he says softly, pressing two long fingers inside of you, “You look so pathetic when you try not to cum.”

“Fu-uck,” you cry as he curls his fingers, beginning to fuck you with them. The wetness between your thighs, paired with the words he’s speaking to you make you flush with humiliation. 

You’ve never been this wet before, not for anyone. You can hear it, hear him fucking you with his fingers. The gentle squishing sounds of your soaked pussy fill the room. 

“You’re so fucking tight,” he comments, rubbing against your g-spot. Your spine arches, mouth dropping open, a wanton cry leaving your lips. “Oh, that’s such a good girl.” 

“I think you can take one more, what do you think?” he asks, “C’mon, beg me. Use that big brain of yours, find the words.”

“Yes, yes please,” you beg, “Please give me another, I need another--” you’re cut off as Aemond slips a third digit into your pussy, fucking you with his fingers relentlessly.

“Please let me cum,” you beg, feeling him sit up as he continues to finger you. 

“No,” he says sternly, placing a kiss on your stomach. 

“Please, plea-”

“I said no.”

A frustrated, guttural moan leaves you and Aemond keeps going. You’re terrified for a moment, legs shaking uncontrollably, knowing you won’t be able to stop the wave of pleasure cresting inside of you. Luckily, by some saving grace, Aemond slows his movements, before carefully removing his soaked fingers from your fluttering cunt. 

Disappointment courses through you at another ruined orgasm, followed by the relief of not going against Aemond’s wishes. You can feel tears leaking from the corners of your eyes, dampening the fabric of the makeshift blindfold. 

You feel his soaked fingers press at your lips, parting them as they dip inside your hot mouth. You moan at the taste of your arousal, sucking the lengthy digits much like you did that first night inside the coat closet. 

“Gods you’re so perfect like this,” Aemond croons, his opposite hand moving some sweat-coated hair from your damp forehead, “So eager to please.”

Defiance prickles under your skin and you fight the urge to bite down on his fingers; not hard, but enough. You feel Aemond stiffen as though he can read your thoughts, and feel his hand yank the blindfold from your eyes. You blink, adjusting to the light as he pulls his fingers from your mouth. 

He reaches up, fiddling with the belt, releasing your wrists. Arms sore, you bring them to your chest, hugging them against your breasts. You can’t help but pout, and Aemond watches you carefully, eyes narrowing. 

“Tell you what,” he muses, taking your wrists in his hands and massaging them gently, “I’m feeling rather generous today. Even though you broke into my room, and went snooping through my belongings.”

You watch him carefully, chest heaving. Aemond continues to massage your wrists, eyes glued to your breasts, watching them rise and fall with each breath you take. You swallow, eyes dropping to his erection that strains against his slacks. Your cheeks burn as you notice the wet patch on the front, no doubt caused by you grinding against him. 

“I’ll give you the necklace,” he says, letting go of your wrists and curling his hands around the meat of your upper thighs, “Or I’ll let you cum. Your choice.”

You clench at his words, clit throbbing desperately between your legs. You want to cum so badly that it's nearly painful. You whine pitifully as he squeezes your thighs. 

“I’ll let you think about it,” he assures you, that stupid smirk reappearing on his face, “On your hands and knees, get that pretty pussy in the air.”

Aemond releases you sliding off the bed and undoing his trousers. Shaking, you turn over, propping yourself on your hands and knees. You feel Aemond’s hands once more as he maneuvers you on the bed, fisting your hair and yanking your head up. 

Your eyes meet your reflection in the grand mirror, Aemond naked behind you, his well-endowed cock fully hard and weeping. He brings his lips to your ear. 

“I want you to watch,” he whispers, releasing his grip on your hair. 

He moves instead to spread your ass cheek, opening you wide for him. You feel his cock press against you, the fat head sliding through your soaked folds, dragging it teasingly from your center to your clit. 

“Aemond,” you whimper, “Please--”

Slowly he sinks into your wet heat; the girth of him stretching you out deliciously. Your whole body trembles, your head falling forward as he bottoms out; your walls pulsating around him. Aemond runs his hands over the swell of your ass, down your sides before taking both wrists in his large hands and pulling you backward. The force drags your head up, meeting his eyes in the mirror once more.

“I told….you….to….watch,” he says, punctuating each word with a hard slap of his hips against your ass; cock sliding easily in and out of your soaked pussy. 

Small mewls leave your lips as he continues to hold you, never losing the rhythm of the brutal pace he’s set. 

“Why’d you want that horrid thing back anyway?” Aemond asks, sounding displeased, “I gave you a necklace the last time we saw each other.”

Your eyes are wide, tears threatening to spill over from the pleasurable current roaring in your belly. Aemond smirks at your lack of response, releasing your arms. They fall limply to the bed, and you force your shaky forearms to keep yourself propped up. 

“Don’t you remember?” he asks, fingers digging into your thighs, “You ungrateful little slut.” 

You do remember, how could you possibly forget? You’d had to take another shower to remove his warm, sticky spend from your neck and chest. 

“Perhaps you’d like a new one,” Aemond muses, leaning on top of you, and wrapping his hands around your neck.

Not one, but both of them rest comfortably around your throat, flexing along the sides. His cock continues to slide effortlessly in and out of your tight, wet heat; cockhead rubbing incessantly against your sensitive walls and bullying your sweet spot. 

You try to say his name, try to find any words, but they come out a garbled, breathless moan.

“Do you like it?” Aemond asks, flexing his hands against your throat, “Don’t you look so pretty?”

His hands---gods his hands---look fucking perfect around your neck, as tears spill freely down your cheeks. His veins are prominent on the back of his hands, even more so when he flexes them, slightly cutting off your air supply. You’re too light-headed and cock drunk to answer him with anything other than a wanton, breathy moan. 

“Thank me,” he murmurs, rutting against you. The coil in your gut winds tighter and tighter.

“Wha--” you manage, mind clouded by lust.

“Thank me for your gift,” he says, flexing his fingers for emphasis. He tightens his grip momentarily, before releasing some pressure, allowing you the opportunity to answer him. 

Aemond lifts a brow expectantly, slowly rolling his hips against you. 

“Thank you,” you gasp, “Thank you, Aemond.”

Aemond hums appreciatively, fucking you with renewed enthusiasm. You close your eyes, squeezing them shut, trying to stop the roaring of blood rushing in your ears, your orgasm speeding toward you at full force.

“You’re close aren’t you?” he grunts, “What’ll it be, baby?”

“Please, please I wanna cum,” you whine, “Please let me cum, fu-uck!” 

Aemond pulls you up flush against his chest as soon as you say the words, fucking up into you. He keeps one hand on your throat, the other dipping between your legs to rub circles around your clit. 

“That’s it, fucking cum all over my cock,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “That’s a good little slut, there you go.”

Your body tense, legs shuddering as you’re thrown into your release, the coil in your gut snapping as you clench around his thick cock. You’re crying from the intensity, a desperate sob escaping you at the prolonged release. As your high subsides, Aemond releases you, turning you on your back.

Your whole body tingles as he climbs on top of you, sliding back into your fluttering pussy in one smooth motion. You gasp as his cock rubs against your g-spot, as he lazily begins thrusting into you once more.

“Aem-mond,” you moan, as he slings one leg over his shoulder, spreading you wider.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he scolds, smirking as he slings your other leg over his shoulder, making himself a necklace of his own, “You wanted to cum so bad, you can do it again, can’t you?”

Your mouth is open in a silent scream, watery eyes looking up at him, drinking in the satisfied smirk he wears. Your whole body tenses, the beginning of another orgasm building in your abdomen. 

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he taunts, “C’mon don’t stop now. You’ve been such a good little slut for me, you deserve it.”

“Please, please-”

“Yes you do,” he croons, “There you go. I feel this little pussy tightening around me. Squeezing me so good.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders, a strangled cry leaving your lips as his thumb brushes against your swollen clit, sending you over the edge once more. Aemond doesn’t slow his hips, he keeps fucking you into the mattress as you’re pretzled over him.

“That’s a good girl,” he sing-songs, balls slapping against your ass as he increases the pace of his thrusts, “Don’t stop now, it feels so good doesn’t it?”

A sharp cry leaves your lips and you force yourself to nod, unable to formulate words in your blissed-out state. Euphoria pulses through your veins and floods your body with warmth. It’s like you’re burning with pleasure, your entire being aflame. 

“I can’t,” you moan, though your body betrays you. You can feel the tightening sensation in your gut, the tingling feeling of another orgasm building. 

“Yes you can,” Aemond insists, “C’mon you wanted it so bad, you greedy little thing. Take it, c’mon fucking take it.”

Your thighs shake around his neck, and Aemond’s jaw slacks as you clench around him. 

“Yes, oh fu-uck, yes!,” you whimper, and Aemond’s cock twitches inside you as you’re thrown over the edge once more making your vision go white. 

Aemond thrusts a few more times before you feel his cock pulsate, and warmth blooms deep in your abdomen. He lets out a grunt as he finishes, followed by an elongated moan that sends a shiver down your spine right down to your core. His head falls against your shoulder, peppering the damp flesh with soft kisses. 

He stays like that for a moment, before moving off of you. 

“Don’t move,” he says, walking toward the bathroom. 

You couldn’t if you wanted to. You hear the water run and watch as Aemond returns with a damp washcloth. His cock sways as he walks toward you, glistening with your release. Gently, he cleans you up, taking care to avoid your abused clit. 

After several moments, you find your bearings. Reality hits you, and you grab your swimsuit, throwing it back on hastily. 

“This can’t happen again,” you insist, though your trembling legs betray you, “Not with everyone here-”

“You’re not really in a position to make demands,” Aemond says, matter-of-factly.

“Excuse me?”

“I like this arrangement,” he tells you, “Both you and I are in relationships that benefit the family. That’s fine, dutiful even.” Aemond brushes a lock of hair from your face, letting his hand rest on your cheek, “That doesn’t mean we need to deny ourselves.”

Your breath catches in your throat. You can barely think with his hands on you. You bring your hand up quickly, slapping him away. Aemond gives nothing away; no flash of hurt or rejection is evident on his chiseled face. 

“I’m not denying anything,” you tell him, the lie bitter-tasting.

Aemond only stares those blue and violet eyes of his boring into yours. His gaze reignites the fire in your belly, the primal want aching deep in your bones. 

Motherfucker. 

You hate him. 

You hate him.

Yet you want him all the same. 

“I don’t believe you,” he says softly.

“Believe what you want,” you tell him, “Jace is good for me. He’s a good person.”

“Ah yes, Jacaerys Velaryon. Your conversations must be thrilling,” he says, stepping closer to you, “I know you. Whether you like it or not, whether you admit it or not. I know what makes your brain tick inside that pretty little head of yours. You may fool the press, hells you may fool the rest of the family; but you can’t fool me.”

You don’t answer him. Ignoring the tight feeling in your chest you simply grab your cover-up and throw it around your shoulders leaving his room.

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[damiansgoodgirll]

Can you do a angst about Kylian maybe he cheated on his wife when she is pregnant (or not) and then she leaves him, but after she forgives him after so many attempts of trying get back to her, with a happy ending

changed it a bit because i hate cheating so no happy ending for this one :))

kylian mbappè x reader

tw : cheating, a lot of angst sorry

5 years

you were six months pregnant and you and kylian were thrilled about the arrival of your first baby. you’ve been wanting a family for so long and when you started trying for a baby if felt like the universe wasn’t on your side.

now, two years later, you were finally pregnant and full of joy. everyone around you kept telling you how full of life you were, you were glowing and people noticed it.

the first few months were hell. you couldn’t keep food down, even the smell of morning breakfast made you nauseous and frustrated. kylian did everything he could to help you. he would hold your hair if you needed to throw up, he would cuddle you afterwards and helped you stay hydrated.

around the third month your belly started to show, you started to feel the baby growing. kylian talked every night to your growing belly, he couldn’t wait to meet them.

fourth and fifth months were easier. you still felt nauseous and your whole body began to hurt, your back was hurting, your feet, your growing boobs, your hands, sometimes even your nose. but to you, everything was worth it.

now you just entered your sixth month and because of pregnancy, hormones and summer you couldn’t stop sweating. you were always a complete mess. not even cold showers and ac could help you.

kylian knew how much uncomfortable you were and he decided to make you relax with a little vacation in miami. not the coldest place on earth, it was completely the opposite but your hotel had a spa, indoor pool and a perfect way to the beach. it was everything you could ask for.

the week passed and you were so grateful that kylian made you forget about all of your problems. he was invited to some party in the hamptons, almost like he was part of the elite and of course he wanted to go. he asked you to join him but honestly you couldn’t wait to go home and lay in bed all week. your body started to hurt again and you needed some rest. of course kylian understood your point of view so he went to the hamptons while you went straight back home.

you called him when you landed back in paris and he texted you right before the party. everything was normal, until it wasn’t.

you woke up the day after, it probably was still night in america so you waited to call kylian. due to your growing belly you couldn’t find any comfortable position in bed so you woke up pretty early and laid on the couch watching some tv.

when it was around 9 am you got tired, you went from watching the news to watching friends to watching crime shows. the only person you needed was kylian but at the moment he was on the other side of the world partying and probably getting drunk.

you ignored your phone all morning so you were surprised when you saw that your best friend called you 10 times.

it was lunch time and you were starting to eat when you decided to open your phone. it was blowing.

14 missed calls from kylian.

10 missed calls from your best friend.

4 missed calls from kylian’s brother ethan.

you saw people kept mentioning you on twitter and instagram so curiosity got the best of you and went straight to the socials.

you wish you didn’t do it.

leaked pictures of kylian kissing another woman. his hands all over her body. on her ass too. a video of kylian and this random girl hidden in the corner making out.

you felt like throwing up but this time wasn’t because of the pregnancy.

people started messaging you, saying how sorry they were for you, that you and the baby didn’t deserve it.

the baby.

he cheated on you, his soon-to-be wife, while you were carrying his baby.

he decided to throw away five years for what?

right when your mind was spinning and full of thoughts that kylian’s name appeared once again on your phone. he was calling you again. this time you answered, you knew you had to confront him once he got back home.

“oh thank god you answered…” he said from the other side of the phone.

“do you need something?” you asked, your voice emotionless. he knew you saw the pictures. and the video.

“listen, i’m coming back home right now, i’m at the airport…i’m so sorry, you have no idea…i’m so ashamed” he confessed. you knew he was crying but you couldn’t care less.

you turned your phone off without answering him. you knew you had like 6 or 7 hours before he got back home, so, with the help of your best friend, you started packing everything, from your clothes to the make up and books.

the moment you saw how empty his room looked without your things you broke down crying. you started realising that the man you loved for all these years really cheated on you.

you broke down once again, this time when you were in the nursery because having a family and growing this kid with love was all you wished for.

your best friend comforted you and helped you packing. while you were at home waiting for kylian, she got all of your stuff back to your old apartment. it wasn’t as nice as kylian’s, but it was big enough for you to be growing your baby.

sat on the sofa and watching the eiffel tower shining, you heard the front door opening and what you saw was a very broken and suffering kylian.

good.

he needed so suffer.

“baby…i…” he started talking but you stopped him.

“y/n…not baby, my name’s y/n”

“i’m so sorry mon amour, i - i don’t know what happened…” he started explaining and you let him, you already knew that no matter what he said you were not going to forgive him “i guess i was just drunk and caught up in the moment…i know it’s not an excuse but i really have none…i’m so so sorry for doing this to you, you didn’t deserve it…”

“we didn’t deserve it…” you said laying a hand on your belly “i don’t give a fuck if you were drunk or not, you cheated on me! kylian this is unforgivable, don’t give a shit if you’re the father of my baby…i don’t wanna see you or hear you ever again” you said standing up from the couch.

“what-you can’t be serious…no, no i can’t lose you y/n, you’re everything for me, you and the baby…i love you both so much…”

“i’m deadass serious mbappè” you tried to keep a serious tone but you broke down when you started seeing that woman around kylian’s body in your mind “i’ve loved you for all of these years kylian, i still love you but right now i can’t even stay in the same room as you…you make me sick, in less than three months our baby will be here and - and i can’t even stand to see your face” you cried “i gave you everything! kylian, how could you do this to me? to us?”

“i know i have no excuses…i’m just so sorry, i can’t even say how much sorry i am…”

“i don’t care how sorry you are” you sobbed “i really don’t…you just broke everything we had, this, our family…”

“don’t say this please…” kylian walked towards you but you stopped him. he wanted to punch himself, he wanted to scream and cry, he wanted to hold you and wipe your tears away but he knew he fucked up really bad.

“i already packed my things…i won’t be living here, i can’t even stand to see your face right now…”

“no, you can’t leave me y/n please…i love you so much, i fucked up i know but i’ll work for your forgiveness, i’ll make it up to you” he cried. he knew it was over. he lost.

“i really don’t care…” you said. exhausted.

“don’t do this please…don’t break our family apart”

“you did it kylian the moment you kissed that girl, and i know that it wasn’t only a kiss, i know you fucked her, the look you had in the video…i know that look pretty good…you’re the one to blame…you’ll be hearing from my lawyer” you said before leaving his apartment.

kylian broke you in so many ways you couldn’t even explain but your baby deserved to have a father, you just didn’t want to be a part of it.

his mom and his family helped you during the last months of pregnancy, he tried to call you so many times that you had to block him.

you didn’t want him inside the room when you were giving birth. your mom was there, his mom was there too and that was all the support you needed.

you began to think about how it would have been if he never cheated on you, how your baby would have two beautiful parents that loved each others but now your child was stuck with two parents who kept fighting and couldn’t see each others.

all because kylian couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.

part 2

[glacialpacer]

Andy Sachs’ Camera Roll

The Girls

POV: Photos taken at the beach house in the Hamptons the first time she accompanied Miranda and the girls vs the 4th year they had been together.

In addition to that, the photos she snagged of them together at the girls’ lacrosse games that were posted on Dalton’s website. It took the girls forever to convince Miranda to “dress down and look normal” when attending their games.

And who can forget the parties? First, their rooftop bash for their 18th when Cassidy had her cropped bob.

There was their going away party that was thrown before they both left for college. They insisted on being in charge of Andy and Miranda’s entire look for the night and Miranda grew tired of being told that she didn’t look old enough to be their mother.

Lastly, them surprising Miranda at her (you guessed it) rooftop 65th birthday bash!

But the best moments were the ones captured at the townhouse. Cara, Doug, Lilly, and Nigel have been known to snap a flick of the entire gang entranced by whatever the girls had chosen for their monthly movie night tradition!

[astrum-aetherium]

this post has been in the passionate making for quite some time now, and now that it has finally found its deserved conclusion, i solemnly assure you that it's wholly worth the wait — i am convinced it will delight many. before we start, however, i need to implant an introductory inkling into your mind. picture this: going on vacation or merely indulging in the persistent, swelling summer heat with henry winter. it would be glorious. now that you're entertaining the notion, let me immerse you in the rather enticing concept of vacation!henry. note that this will be dirty — wickedly so. i haven't been able to stop thinking about this handful of scenarios since the summer started — and it's july. my mind is befogged to say the absolute least.

first of all, he would have to shed and thereby neglect his signature suits — the weather, certainly, would be the only insurmountable obstacle protruding his aesthetic, stylistic, and stoic path. he would simply lose control, unable to do anything about the sweltering heat — and yes, much to his displeasure, perhaps, he would be forced to abandon the multi-layered outfits and resort to much lighter clothing (if any at all). simply imagine him in those old money shorts or light slacks, summer-at-the-hamptons-style, with a loose, billowing, unbuttoned white shirt, sleeves rolled up and all. and sunglasses — god, the sunglasses. he would own the kind that have diopters in them, so he wouldn't have to alternate between his prescription glasses and his shades — he would already possess the best of both worlds. this, consequently, would lead to him rarely ever taking them off. think about that.

i want to imagine you dragging him out to a beach, maybe in maine or massachusetts (having forced him to drive you there in the first place via your convincing charms), or even him taking you on a yacht trip with his family as an eye-pleasing, gorgeous plus-one. or, you could always go on vacation together, just the two of you — he certainly has the money, and, undeniably, the motivation (the entire greek class did, after all, want to go into hiding in argentina, although for a vastly different reason). hell, you could simply go on a hike together as well. i know how uncharacteristic this sounds, but help me god — the notion thereof isn't letting me go. it has clasped a mighty grip around me. i simply cannot resist sharing it.

i need you to picture him in his light, airy outfit, hair disheveled due to the persistent sea wind, and wearing his expensive, dark shades — smelling of a mix of sunscreen, light cologne, and cigarettes. so tall and so ominous and yet so unwound, so absorbant of summer's grace. i would falter. i would never be seen again.

at the beach — and i've already received an ask about this in the past — he would be so unassumingly teasing, so that it would result in ache. actual ache. of course, being henry, he would bring a book, immerse himself in it, and not even consider getting into the water. the most he'd do is step in ankle-deep at your incessant requests and physical urgings. in spite of that, he would still be very indulgent — he would teasingly spread sunscreen all over you upon your merest inquiry, help you adjust your bathing suit and tell you if anything is awry about it for the sake of your modesty, whilst also keeping a curiously daring hand on your spine or your backside as you'd lie next to him. he would be reading attentively, neatly seated on the towel next to you — with you lying on your stomach in the sun and trying to absorb the rays even a little — and yet, one of his free hands would be on you. it could even go as far as his digits lightly grazing your glistening, waxy skin; this constant physical contact would result in various shivers arising all over your body and a certain, straining ache striking in the pit of your stomach.

of course, due to the beach being a public place, you wouldn't have sex there — unless you'd sneak out there at night and then consecutively complain about finding grains of sand everywhere — but that doesn't mean the two of you wouldn't relentlessly tease one another with the obvious allusion thereto. henry would grant you too many touches of an entirely indecent nature to be coincidental, including accidentally dragging his thumbs across your pebbled nipples under the pretense of fixing your bikini top. you, on the other hand, would do anything in your power to get him as riled up as you can — you'd carefully flash him on accident, tease him by exaggerating profusely whilst eating a popsicle, and emphasize swinging your hips as you'd walk back and forth from the shore to the water, fully aware of his observing you closely. all these things considered, i think it goes without saying — you'd end up with your ankles swung over his shoulders and him repeatedly sinking into you in the backseat of his car the very second you will have gotten in and driven out somewhere remote. you'd be gently mewling and crying for him to go deeper, his body so hot and glistening and slippery against yours, with the stale summer heat (commingled with the heat your bodies generate) and the scent of sunscreen permeating the car.

now, to the yacht scenario — admittedly, it's something i've been fantasizing and ruminating and losing my mind about the most. i can just imagine him sitting on the deck, maybe in the far back, with his legs crossed, reading a book with his sunglasses having slid down his nose a little. the wind would mess with his hair and his half-unbuttoned shirt, making him look all the more irresistible, even from afar. you would approach, then, lightly irritated with the fact he still resorts to reading whilst on vacation and in the middle of a picturesque lake, or ocean — disregarding both the breathtaking views and you. depending on whether his parents will be there or not, you'd assess your surroundings, and in the case of the coast being clear, you would muster up all of your courage and dare rip the book from his hands and plant yourself in his lap instead. irked and yet thrilled, he would, of course, welcome you with a firm embrace, flashing you a small grin — a grin that would only hide the merest bit of annoyance. his palm would drift across your thigh, bared by the wind billowing open your lacy beach robe.

"how tactlessly rude of you," he'd quip, trying his best at sounding irked, but unable to conceal his utter interest. exasperated and agitated with his behavior, you'd challenge him, "not as rude as your ignoring me all day." in response, he'd scoff. "i do devote my utmost attention to you during the night, however, don't i?" he'd remark, tilting his head to the side and involuntarily widening his smirk at the small, yet perceptible bite mark upon your collarbone, protruding from the lace. that, undeniably, would shut you right up — similar to the cock being slid down your throat mere minutes later in your shared suite as punishment for you having become so unbearably mouthy and audacious with him. in the end, you'll wind up with a different type of sunscreen all over your face — he'd come on it, hotly and thickly, only to leave you to the joys thereof and retreat to the deck again, flushed and yet centering his focus on his book anew.

whilst on vacation in a different country with it exclusively being the two of you, well — this is where we're offered so much potential. no matter the destination — italy, france, spain, portugal, malta — you would be able to find a way to mix his aesthetic interest with pleasure nevertheless, and constantly. you'd go see a library or an old ruin site in the morning (not after a refreshing round of morning sex before even leaving the hotel room), get impossibly daydrunk at lunch, shamelessly fuck against the window or even on the balcony as a result, go out to encounter more sights in the evening, get even drunker, and conclude the night with one last, gentle round with the windows wide open and the lukewarm night air billowing the curtains the same way your whimpers would swell in the silence.

furthermore, you'd fully indulge in all the wonders of sundress season — specifically the lascivious ones. more often than not, you'd forgo wearing any underwear, and make this noticeable to henry at, seemingly, the most inconvenient of times — at cafés, restaurants, museums, exploration tours, beach walks. this, of course, wouldn't specifically surprise, but nevertheless irritate him. in a mindful, protective manner, he would thenceforth try to keep an eye on your dresses and skirts out of the fear you'd accidentally expose yourself — only to ruthlessly punish you for the unnecessary added worry upon your first step back into the hotel room, without even taking that very garment off. by the end of that vacation, you will probably have been fucked in every outfit you brought. his diary, in latin, would speak of the same.

simply put, the vacation sex would be transcendental; hot, rough, sweaty, messy, desperate. you'd be forced to take multiple showers in a day, thereby going through way more bottles of sunscreen than usual. due to the heat, you simply wouldn't bear having sex at home or in your bed anymore — it would be on any surface proving cool enough instead, such as the kitchen or bathroom counters; desks and tables; against the chilled wall. he would have you flushed and panting, begging and moaning, thrusting into you so roughly and so deeply you'd threaten to disintegrate each and every time anew, simply evaporate in the sweltering air.

aside from that, and this goes without saying, he would pose unspeakable eye candy — too good not to indulge in. and don't get me wrong, i love a good suit, but i also love transferring the dark academia old money style to a much warmer time of year — where the light clothes and sunglasses come into play, and you'd therefore have to put less effort into undressing your counterpart. am i alone in this? simply picturing henry in a more summery outfit — specifically with shades on, which is why i keep referencing them constantly — is mellowing my brain. in addition, the way he would tease... so unassumingly, nonchalantly, imperceptibly — all the while anything but innocently. it makes my throat run dry.

i hope this post marks my stance in regard to the endless appeal of vacation!henry known. it's just such an indulgent notion to nurture. after writing and rereading all this, i find i am in urgent need of a cold shower. simply — god. i crave this, carnally.

[softquietsteadylove]

Hey. Had this idea of Thena being a billionaire and Gil being her private chef on her private little beach house in the Hamptons!

Maybe you can do something with that? 😊

Gil smiled as he plated the perfect omelette, gleaming yellow, nice loose scramble in the middle with a pristine outside. He sprinkled on some green onion for garnish; Thena acted like she didn't care about presentation but he knew she liked it when her food looked nice.

Thena was...interesting. She could be hard to read, maybe. He had been in the private cooking business for a while, and he'd had a variety of clients. But no one like Thena.

Thena had this old family house, basically a castle, way out here in the Hamptons--as antisocial as possible. She was in charge of her family's generational wealth, he was pretty sure they did business with historical...stuff. Or something.

Thena didn't talk much. The first time he interviewed for the position with her in the room he wasn't even sure if she spoke English. But her assistant - a very sweet man named Karun - assured him that 'the Madame' was perfectly nice. Just not to bother her.

But Karun was right: Thena was nice. Sure, she didn't exactly make small talk with him while she was eating or anything. But she had a nice smile, she was prompt with money, both for his pay and for any of the ingredients he needed. He always had transportation home, or he had a room ready for him if he was staying for a whole weekend.

Gil put the plate on a place mat at the opposite counter top. Thena liked eating in the kitchen instead of the cavernous dining room. She ate a a French style omelette, or if she was feeling adventurous, maybe a frittata, or he had even prepared omurice for her once. She liked fresh pressed grapefruit juice with a little natural sweetener in it. And berries picked from the gardens.

And he liked to add a little flower if there were any blooming on the strawberry plants while he was out picking.

Thena came in through the patio. She had already done her morning routine, then. A light workout, a shower, maybe a sauna. Her phone was in her hand but she famously didn't accept anyone speaking to her before 9 in the morning. She smiled and nodded to him as she took her seat.

She was in a good mood.

Gil turned around, carefully transporting the gold rimmed cup with his best cappuccino yet. He had even looked up how to make latte art to make a heart design in it.

Thena blinked, surprised as it slid into her view. She looked up at him.

He just nodded, encouraging her to take a sip.

She raised an eyebrow but did so. Usually he waited for her to ask for a specific coffee, since it could vary largely depending on the morning.

He shrugged; something about how beautiful the sunrise was had told him she would want something fun. It wasn't sunday, so she wouldn't want something as filling as a latte. But she only drank black coffee when she was already in a bad mood. Actually, now that he thought about it he ought to get more vanilla soy milk.

Thena sighed at her first sip, her shoulders lowering as she let the hot beverage soak into her. She really was in a good mood.

Gil just chuckled, keeping his comments to himself. He had come to respect the serenity Thena created for herself in the early mornings. He turned again to clear his dishes and fill the dishwasher.

He had to get soy milk, and a few other general weekend groceries. And he needed to get ingredients for a recipe he saw online, essentially a lemon cake tiramisu. Thena liked zingy, fresh flavours, and she enjoyed having something sweet on hand for if a craving hit her out of nowhere or after a hard day.

"It's perfect."

He tried to conceal the surprise he was feeling. But he couldn't help it; Thena had almost never commented on anything he made her, unless it was a brief line attached in an email. He turned, "y-yeah?"

She nodded.

He pursed his lips faintly. Back to silence--okay, sure. He peeked in the fridge to examine what else they had and what he needed. When he had asked Karun what Thena liked to keep on hand, he had merely stated that Thena was so bad at cooking, and so selective about food, that if left to her own devices she would probably just eat raw fruit forever.

"How did you know?"

He grinned. So, he was making progress! He had tried more actively in the beginning to get her to warm up to him. But he had come to accept that Thena didn't withhold her words deliberately. Still, he liked it when she did talk. "Just thought you'd be in the mood for it."

She raised her eyebrows at him from behind the cup being tipped up to her lips again.

He closed the fridge and moved back to the counter. "It's nice and mild out this morning, so I think you should have slept well. Stocks are looking good and you don't have to travel this weekend, right? I figured you would want something a little fun."

Thena smiled through his explanation. Maybe some of his observations of her would be a little much to some. But she nodded, looking down into her cappuccino, one leg bent and resting on her cushioned stool. "I assumed you would prefer when I travel?"

Gil blinked.

She set the mug down, as if this were a very important business meeting. "If I'm here, you don't get the weekend off. Or at the very least, you have plenty of work to do before hand."

"I don't mind," he shrugged easily. It was part of the job, and as far as clients went, Thena really wasn't all that demanding. She wasn't even that high maintenance, all things considered.

Food was easy to procure, either grown here or paid for out of her pocket. The only real stipulations of what he made was that she had to eat it. Karun was kind of like a worrisome father in that way. He had added specifically that she needed more vegetables, and that meant it was up to Gil to make them in such a way that Thena would actually like them.

"Do you ever think you may be too agreeable?"

"Hm," Gil ran his hand over his chin (he needed to shave). "I think it's more like...part of the job, y'know?"

"Hm."

Gil blinked at the new tone of the sound. She looked back at her breakfast. She sounded almost...disappointed. Disheartened, and now poking at her omelette like a dejected little kid. Gil leaned off the further counter and moved closer to her. "I just...wanted to do something kind of special for you."

She peeked up at him. She was awfully cute for some zillionaire old money type. Her hair was nice and soft from being gently blow dried, she didn't have any makeup on, fresh from the shower. Maybe all rich people were really, really pretty.

"You're not contractually obligated to be thoughtful," she smiled as she said it, but he got the impression that she didn't fully believe in her own joke.

He shrugged again, pushing the little flower closer to her, "call it my signature, then. Every chef has their own style--I like being a little sweet."

Thena smiled at the little white strawberry flower. She even reached out to it, but just barely let her fingers brush its soft petals, as if she would make it burst into flame. "Quite."

Gil inhaled, feeling better now that she was smiling again. She looked up at him, the sun behind her, making her hair glow. He blushed.

"Thank you, Gilgamesh."

He laughed faintly, feeling shy as she turned those siren eyes on him. He leaned back from the counter, sticking his hands in his apron pockets. "Hey, it's my pleasure, really."

"If you have shopping to do, Karun will call for a car for you," she added as he started slowly slipping - stumbling - out of the kitchen.

"Th-Thanks!" Gil squeaked out before reaching the hallway. He pulled his apron off and gripped it on his way to take it to the laundry room.

"You require transport, sir!"

Gil jumped at the sudden appearance of the man in question. "God, man, can't you walk a little louder!"

"My apologies, sir," Karun just chuckled. "The Madame walks lightly--as do I."

Thena walked around like a cat. She was silent, graceful, long legs...

"Sir?"

Fuck. Gil nodded, twisting his apron in his hands. He tilted his head as Karun shuffled closer, even waving him down so he could share something secretive.

"Excellent choice with the cappuccino, sir," he disclosed with glee. "The Madame has been trying to strike up a conversation with you for some time. I believe this was the perfect-"

"Karun!"

"I must go," he waved to Gilgamesh before dashing off to see to Thena's needs.

Gil felt a little stunned. It sounded like Karun was telling him that Thena had been wanting to talk with him. But that didn't seem right. Of all the times he had tried to chat with her, she had never bit, even once. And he didn't really think of her as the shy type.

He sighed, shrugging it off. He had groceries to get, anyway. Maybe he would try talking with her again, later.

[princesssmars]

getting dumped by your girlfriend for the dumbest reason ever at the end of your junior year. sure, you were planning on breaking up with her anyway, but you were supposed to end the relationship. you had a reputation to uphold after all.

not being too upset though since this upcoming summer means your familys first stay in the hamptons since you were a kid, the giant vacation home seeming more welcoming than ever.

this summer you just want to relax. eat ridiculously expensive food, swim in your pool and walk and lounge on the beach, and maybe have a few flings with some of the local girls. total relaxation.

you get more than you aaked for when on a walk along the beach you bump into a girl who makes your heart flutter when she compliments your gucci sandals before not so subtly telling you they look hideous with your sun hat. she introduces herself as monet and the rest is history.

the rest of the summer is sneaking away from family dinners to make out in the bathroom and walks on the beach during sunset. its during one of your sleepovers up in her room with the two of you on the edge of sleep while binge watching succession that you tell her about your ex and she tells you about her best friend who gently let her down when she admitted her feelings. the kiss you share after that feels different than the ones before and it scares but excites you.

eventually the middle of august rolls around, the summer houses emptying out and the full beaches dying down. your family plans on departing early in the morning, leaving the two of you with one last night walking in the sands. its quiet, your hands conjoined as you sit and look at one last sunset. you share one last passionate night together to avoid saying anything you'll regret.

when you expect to get back home, however, youre surprised when you arrive at some townhouse in manhattan with your parents telling you they wanted to surprise you with a move to the upper east side, that they've already taken the liberty to enroll you into one of the best private schools in the state.

if only you had asked your fling anything more about her personal life, because when you show up at constance billard and see her perfect posture ruined by the look on her face when you lock eyes, you really start regretting your decision.

until she pulls you into the girls bathroom during your free period, hurriedly pulling you against her and kissing you like her life depends on it before pulling away and telling you she couldnt resist you with a straight face.

against her better judgement she introduces to her friends, not so gracefully dodging questions about how you two met.

youve never felt better about being dumped.

[do-it-for-the-fandom]

Can you please do kissing under an umbrella?

The storm clouds began to roll in as she walked down the beach.

“Go hide from your problems, Kate. It’s what you do best!”

His words - spat bitterly as she marched out of his Hampton house - pierced like an arrow through the heart; but it wasn’t his anger or his sorrow that hurt the most. No, it was the fact that he was right: running, hiding, it’s what she did.

She looked up at the sky, watched as the stunning purple-pink and orange hues from the setting sun were swallowed by the grey shroud.

She knew she should probably turn around, head back to the house before she got caught in the imminent downpour - but she wasn’t ready to see him yet, wasn’t ready to swallow her pride and apologise like she knew she should.

She stayed staring at the ocean as thunder cracked and the rain began to fall heavily, drenching her in an instant. With long, slow breath in and out she begged the pelting of ice-cold droplets against her face to wash away her sorrows and doubts.

Richard Castle loved her; of that, she was sure. But his jealousy - his inability to move past the kiss from Eric Vaughn - had made these past few days tense. That was why they had come here for the weekend: to get away, to relax. But mere hours had passed before the incident had been brought up again.

“He kissed me, Castle. Not the other way around,” she had insisted, again and again.

“The part I don’t understand is why he thought he could.”

She didn’t have the heart to tell him it was because of her insecurities that ran so deep she found it easier to share them with a near-stranger than with the love of her life.

She hung her head low as the first of her unshed tears slipped free. Eric Vaughn thought he could kiss her because - whether she had meant to or not - she had led him to believe he could. And the guilt she felt for that could eat her alive.

“Kate!” She heard her name called from the distance, his voice barely carrying over the loudness of the deluge as it plunged into the waves.

She turned, drawn to him like a compass to true North.

Even though she was in the wrong, even though he had every right to be furious at her, he was willing to walk into a storm for her.

“Kate,” he called again once he had her in his sights.

He jogged toward her, eager to be by her side and once close enough he held out his umbrella to shield her from the rain.

It was simple, but unexpected. She sighed, let all the tension and stubbornness out in that puff of air and stepped into his embrace.

“Let’s get you back inside before you fre-”

She cut him off with her lips on his; a slow and devoted kiss that whispered a thousand apologies.

“I love you,” she promised as she pressed her forehead to his. “So much.”

“I love you, too.”

[itsaash]

Hamptons Cubs AU: Rainy Day

AHH thank you for all your support with this AU !!! Today it's raining on Finn a bit, I'm afraid. Also, when I posted the parts of this au that I had written for O'knutzy week on ao3, I did some editing and adding. Specifically I added a little bit of plot in the form of Leo getting an offer to have his food featured in a magazine. Catch up on that here, but that's probably enough to understand what's going on today.

@noots-fic-fests for prompt and cover credit and eternal character credit to @lumosinlove

Rated somewhere between teen and mature, 2500 words, also on ao3

Tuesday brought Finn working away on his laptop in the early afternoon. But he was having trouble concentrating. It was raining today, he had this music on a speaker so it could mix with the sound of the rain. The air was thick and humid, even inside, and the soporific effect was part of the problem. But mostly, it was his squirrel brain jumping back to yesterday approximately every 117 seconds.

They had gone to the beach. Finn had printed off a chapter and brought only the essential pens and highlighters, and they’d walked down the old wooden boardwalk to the white beach, scattered with driftwood and rocks. Leo’s hair had shone in the sun just like Finn knew it would, his eyes the same colour as the water. Logan had big smiles and soft touches for Leo as he showed him beach treasures he found. Finn had walked and talked with them about nothing and everything for awhile, but when there was a bench he claimed his work as the reason he needed to sit and they should keep going. The casual loving touches and, if he was honest, eye fucking, the other two were doing was making the tight feeling come back. He sat, and focused on work as best he could, red lines, blue notes, green highlighter, blue eyes, green eyes, windswept hair… no, he wasn’t watching them. He was letting his guests have their vacation day at the beach.

The sweet day under the sun had been knocking at the edge of his mind all morning. Leo and Logan were out for lunch together to a place Leo wanted to try, and Finn stood up and shook out his arms and legs, bent backwards, touched his toes. He needed to work , he liked his work. He changed the music and the location of his laptop and papers to try and start fresh, and finally slipped into the peaceful zone of editing.

Sometime later, the music and rain still his backdrop, Finn heard the front door opening. He glanced at the time, realized hours had passed. Deep voices drifted down the hallway, talking and laughing, and the sound of the rain got louder until he heard the door click closed. From where he was Finn could tip his chair back on two legs and see down the hallway to the front door. He finished the paragraph he was on, and then leaned back, meaning to say hello.

They were kissing.

Leo had Logan pressed against the wall, Logan’s chin was tilted up, Leo’s hand against his jaw. Leo’s other hand was braced against the wall as he leaned down to reach Logan’s mouth. Finn watched as Logan reached his hand up to tangle in Leo’s hair, dark from wetness.

Finn clunked his chair back down, looking straight ahead. He dropped his head into his hands and forced himself to breathe. He expected jealousy. He couldn’t help but replay the image in his mind, knowing it was still going on right over there. So he tried to examine it logically. If it had been his brother Alex and someone, he’d tease them, be happy for them. As amazing as Leo and Logan looked together, Finn didn’t just feel happy for them. If he liked Leo, he should want to imagine himself being pressed into the wall, boxed in by those long arms. And, ok, that did sound pretty great. But he had felt Logan’s lips before. He had traced his fingers across that jaw, plunged his tongue into that sweet mouth. He didn’t think about that kiss all the time, but he could draw back the memory now easily enough. And it was delicious.

So then he should be jealous of Leo. Right? But as he forced himself to stop imagining kissing either of his houseguests, he didn’t feel any envy. No bitterness. Mostly, turned on. He could acknowledge that fairly obvious fact at least. But his heart felt stretched out, like it was reaching for something. Longing. Some prickles of guilt. Or was it shame, maybe, for the impulse to imagine himself in each of their places.

He would not look again.

He was not thinking about where Leo’s hands might be roaming by now.

Ok yep, there was guilt.

As he named the specific feelings Finn felt a bit better, more organised. Of course he felt guilty for being turned on by seeing them together. That made sense, he just had to give them their space.

Finn tried to get back to work, he really did, whether any work was actually done, well that’s between him and his laptop. Some indefinable time later Logan came into the kitchen, smiling, grocery bags loaded in each hand. Leo followed, carrying a box of peaches.

“Oh hey Finn,” Leo said, setting the peaches down on the counter. “Looks like you’re hard at it.”

Finn laughed his hands through his hair and leaned back in his chair.

“Oh yep, you know it. Like they say, being a writer is enjoyable... but the job of editor is more rewording .” He emphasised the pronunciation of the last word to sell the joke and Leo snort laughed as Logan rolled his eyes and smiled at the two of them.

“How was lunch? Whatcha got there?” Finn asked.

“Oh, it was great. Good little cafe with some unique stuff and good drinks. I got my boy a nice sweet cocktail, which is very fun for a random Tuesday,” Leo said, taking the peaches from the box, lightly squeezing them each and separating them into piles. Finn looked away from that activity. Logan came up behind Leo and wrapped his arms around Leo’s waist, settling his cheek against Leo’s shoulder blades.

“Mmhmm, I had two. Then we went to the farmer’s market and this one talked supply chain and picking dates with every stall we stopped at,”

“Not every stall, just the peaches,” Leo interrupted.

“And he got stuff for a yummy sounding dinner,” Logan finished.

“And some ingredients for practising for the magazine,” Leo added.

“You’re going to make dinner, Leo? You sure? You want any help? Are the peaches for dinner?”

“Of course I’m making dinner, Finn. I’ll let you know what needs doing. And no, the early Georgia peaches are for a cobbler for dessert. I think there’s just enough that are ripe now to get that going first. Then we’ll have kabobs and biscuits. It’s all easy. So then there’s time to practice too.”

Finn and Logan both laughed at Leo’s nonchalance using words that were more theory than real to them, and caught each other’s eye with a laugh.

Finn stretched his arms over his head and pulled his glasses off and put them in their case. “Sounds amazing, Le. I think I’ve done enough for today, my eyes are done with screens for the day.” He looked up from his glasses case. “Wait, sorry, that just came out. Is it ok to call you Le? Do you like that?”

Leo smiled a soft smile at him over the last of the organised peaches. “Yeah, absolutely fine. Can I, um, well do you like the nickname Harzy from me? Or is that in the past for you?”

Finn cocked his head at them, Logan’s arms still around Leo’s body, but both their eyes trained on him. “You know, I think this part of the past is ok to come back around. Like 90s fashion, the old is new again.”

“Well, Harzy,” Logan said, “happy hour?”

Finn smiled and joined Logan in the kitchen, each taking out bottles and different glasses and Finn got out the good ice cube tray with the big ice. “Can a peach be sacrificed to the quest of a cocktail, love?” Logan asked Leo.

“Course. Here, this one, and let Finn peel it, yeah?” Leo said, handing Finn a slightly bruised peach. Finn and Logan debated and taste tested and ended up with a very serviceable drink of the day, laughing over silly suggestions of combinations. Logan made one for Leo and set it by his station of peeling and cutting fruit with a kiss to the cheek.

They weaved and worked around each other in the kitchen, Leo directing the troops according to their skill. Logan was sent to the stools on the other side of the counter after dropping a knife attempting to cut up peppers.

“It’s the weirdest fucking thing,” Leo laughed to Finn. “He’s completely coordinated in every other situation. But put him in a kitchen and he’s a menace.”

“Good thing he has you then, huh?” Finn laughed.

“Yep, Leo’s my best thing,” Logan said, matter of factly.

“Aw, thanks sweetheart. You’re my best thing too. Especially when you keep yourself safely out of my kitchen.”

Finn took the kabobs out to the barbecue with just a hood covering him from the rain. Predictably the barbecue was reluctant to light in the rain, but Finn didn’t mind the extra time in the fresh rain. It really did make the colour of the grass pop a bright green and the smell of the flowers was permeating the air.

When Finn went back in, Leo and Logan were talking menus for the big dinner on the weekend.

“I’ve got to stick to my southern staples, right? If I were getting into catering, I’d be doing some of that stuff, so it makes sense to cook it for Pandora. Rice and beans though? That’s not going to look that great in a photo though. Or something with fried chicken, or maybe I can see what I can get fresh around here for gumbo? Or boudin balls and some side dishes?”

“Whatever you make, they’re all going to be lucky to see and eat whatever you choose,” Logan reassured, rubbing Leo’s neck as he was bent over the counter, fiddling with a pen poised over a blank piece of paper.

“Peach cobbler, of course, just double checking my recipe here today and then make it again Sunday. Ok, I’m thinking the boudin. They can be arranged nicely in photos and they take time but they’re not too fiddly. Or maybe two things?” Leo was mostly muttering to himself now, writing down a few ingredients as he spoke.

“Planning for Sunday, Leo?” Leo looked up at Finn, who was shaking the water out of his hair by the patio doors.

“Oh, yeah! I’m trying to balance something that’s a crowd pleaser, something I’d be happy to include in any catering I do, but also photographs well, and definitely isn’t too temperamental. I can’t pick foods that’ll go to hell in a handbasket at the smallest mistake.”

“Wow. Yeah, totally. Do you want to get into catering, Leo?”

“Hmm?” Leo hummed, breaking his eye contact with his grocery list that had already claimed his attention again. “Well, it could be a good option. I know I want to cook, and I don’t want to work in a restaurant. The hours are too crazy, it’s too intense.” Leo started gesturing with his pen as he thought about the future. Who knew if that pen had originally been Leo’s or Finn’s at this point, their supply was hopelessly intermingled. “Catering, or this kind of personal chef thing is really ideal. Or maybe if I had a kitchen space in the city, I’d make meals to pre-portion for people, like meal planning.”

Finn smiled. “That sounds amazing. You’d be so good at that kind of thing. And you don’t want to miss out on weekends in the summer with Logan forever I suppose.”

“Oh!” Leo’s eyes opened wide, “I don’t mean I’m leaving working with your family, Finn! This has been such a good job, ideal. I love spending time out here. But…” he looked at Logan.

“I do miss you on the weekends, love,” Logan smiled. “But, yeah, no changes planned for like tomorrow.”

“No, I get it,” Finn said. “It’s always a thing , where to work, where to live. Don’t worry, I’m not offended that you aren’t planning on coming to my parents house every weekend forever.”

Leo quirked a smile. “When the company’s this good, it’s easy to stay,” then turned back to his grocery list. Finn's eyes followed Leo’s long fingers as they finished writing, crossing off, circling. He felt himself bite his bottom lip before he shook himself and went back outside one more time, getting the last of the kebabs that had been taking longer to cook. He took a few deep breaths under the drizzling rain. His eyes felt strangely hot under the cool rain. He thought about the facts, the indisputable parts of the story that the rest would be built on. He and Logan had taken one class together, years ago. One night, with one (amazing) kiss. Neither of them had taken all the steps needed to keep in touch or keep their friendship going. That must mean something? And Leo, Leo worked for his parents. And Finn had enjoyed the past few weekends, and had known that he was inviting Leo and his boyfriend for the week. He hadn’t known how much it would tug his heart to see the two of them together. Again, not in a jealousy way, he didn’t feel any anger or negativity towards them. But, sadness? Longing? It was something that wanted to pull him closer to each of them. 

But they were already together. Leo and Logan were boyfriends and had been for years. And zero fucking percent of him wanted them to break up. 

So, there he was, that was the scaffolding to build the story on. He could be their friend who they visited in the Hamptons amidst their love story. He could be the character who helps build connections for a new career. He could be the one to note the physical fucking heart eyes between the main couple so the audience knows how much they're in love. When he saw them look at each other, he felt like his heart was flying. Ok. Friend. It was a special role, an honour. He’d go back in and be their friend.

Finn gathered the rest of the kebabs onto a plate and turned back to the patio door. His movement was gentle enough, and he had been standing there long enough that the motion sensor light had turned off and hadn’t been triggered again. The light from the house poured out, and now that he was listening, he could hear soft music but couldn’t quite place it. 

Leo and Logan were slow dancing. Finn froze as his stomach dropped yet his heart leapt. Logan’s head rested on Leo’s collarbone, their arms wrapped around each other. It didn’t sound like that slow of a song, but they were just swaying. Logan’s dark curls fluffed over Leo’s chest and his eyes were closed. Leo’s chin was propped up on Logan’s head and it was the cutest, most fucking devastating sight Finn had ever seen.

He decided maybe he’d just stay out in the drizzling rain just a bit longer. 

[kenology]

roy family beach trip (they go to the hamptons or the keys or something idk).

kendall (10) asks to borrow connor's polaroid camera to take a photo for a postcard he's gonna mail to his best friend. connor (19) waits patiently while kenny spends 20 minutes finding a sand crab to hold up in the photo. on the second day, he almost drowns in a riptide and won't stop crying when connor finally rescues him. logan tells them all a story about how when he was 5, his brother tried to drown him in a freezing lake in scotland, and he was just fine, thank you very much. ken refuses to go near deep water for a long time.

roman (6) steals a bunch of sand crabs and puts them in his siblings beds at night. also thinks the lifeguard at the hotel pool is very pretty and gets up the nerve to show her the card tricks he's been teaching himself. after several times trying to approach her to show her "just one more," she tells him that's cool, sure, thanks kid, but he needs to look for a girl his own age. he finds his way into the ballroom and meets a girl his age and she teaches him how to do some ballet moves. the two of them demonstrate their newly choreographed moves to the crowd and the adults croon and applaud until logan drags roman off the dance floor by his collar.

shiv (8) gets a "raccoon sunburn" aka she put sunscreen on AFTER her swim goggles so she only gets burned around her eyes. she's still unbothered sitting in the hotel's infinity pool in her little flamingo pool float with big movie star sunglasses on. she teaches roman and kendall, plus an increasingly large crowd of other kids, how to get the biggest ice cream swirl from the hotel's free machine by balancing each layer on top of itself until it's nearly a foot tall. ken asks if she can make one for him. she says sure, if you talk to that blonde girl by the tomb raider machine and tell me what her name is.

logan and whichever partner he was with at the time hit the bars and proceed to stay there (or god knows where else) until the wee hours of the morning. connor makes the kids wait outside and steals logan's first drink for himself while logan isn't looking.

after connor leads them away from the bar, and all of them band together to target a claw machine on the boardwalk. connor has a credit card paid for by logan (only one allowed to hang on to it) and they spend SEVERAL hours paying for hundreds of rounds to get every. fucking. toy. out of the machine because shiv spotted a stuffed walrus that she wanted and the rest of the kids were hell-bent on getting it for her.

[findroleplay]

Are you interested in joining an 18+ Stranger Things Discord RP?

THE PLOT

welcome to SUMMER OF LOVIN’!

steve harrington’s parents have always made sure that they’ve had the best of the best. so of course, being as rich as they are, it’s not surprising that the family has a summer beach house in the hamptons. they’d spend almost every summer there for as long as steve could remember, and it was always some of the best times he’s had over the years. though, as time went by, steve can’t remember the last time they visited the property.

now that it’s summer, steve wants to change that. getting permission from his parents to rent the beach house out to him and all of his friends (and friends of friends) they’re planning to stay there over the summer instead of back home. as they all struggle with work, school, and they aren’t getting any younger, this might be one of the only times they’ll all get to spend a whole summer together. so why not do it in style and make the most of it?

and well, they were sure going to make the most of it…

within the first few weeks, all the house members began sleeping around with each other without even realizing it. until one night during a drunken game of truth or dare was it revealed that they were. this opened a door of possibilities up when they realized that there was no need to hide who was with who. when everyone could be with anyone they wanted. openly.

SUMMER OF LOVIN’ is a modern nsfw roleplay with an open/poly twist. this means there are no set ships or endgames, and members are highly encouraged to have their characters form relationships with everyone (sexuality permitted) in the group!

MORE INFO

tupper box is used for this roleplay (if you’re unfamiliar I can teach you!)

texting & thread based

members are allowed to play more than one role

only accepting the older teens, no party or oc’s

TAKEN CHARACTERS Chrissy, Eden, Robin, Billy

WANTED CHARACTERS Eddie, Steve, Jonathan, Nancy, Vickie, Argyle, Gareth, Jason, Heather, Barb, & any of the other smaller roles

[eloiseabernathy]

under the cut is to take a look into eloise's summer and some wanted connections for the new semester !

post - fire : eloise spent most of her time the first few weeks of summer settled in her home. naomi abernathy was incredibly freaked out to learn that her daughter suffered a few second to third degree burns on various parts of her body. wouldn’t allow her to do much outside of the house to make sure the burns healed properly. eloise spent most of this time catching up on her to be read list that had been piling up throughout the school year. she pretty much lived inside of her reading nook in her room.

june : celebrated her 21st birthday. did not get drunk or party. spent time learning how to cook some of her favorite recipes from childhood, grew a love for baking. experimented with different cupcake recipes - found a recipe for cookie dough cupcakes. found out that that was the best thing she had ever made.

july : for the first week of july, eloise vacationed in myrtle beach, south carolina where her love for swimming began. loved the ability to swim underwater and the relaxation that came from it.

mid-july : ronan zeng came to portsmouth, new hampshire. naomi abernathy forced housed him, not seeing a reason to spend money on a hotel when they had a perfectly fine guest room. eloise was nervous because she hadn’t really spoke about her family’s finances (it was never a topic of conversation) - she was mainly nervous that it wouldn’t be good enough for ronan. she’s not sure why she cared so much, especially since his constant flirting usually got on her nerves. decided to bake while he was visiting. took him to some of her favorite thrift stores, coffee shops, and other little shops around town. very wholesome.

august : eloise spent a week at the morrison’s hampton’s house. truthfully, eloise was just glad to get away from her hometown for a short week. she brought homemade brownies for their family. eloise spent the rest of summer break helping out around her hometown. her neighbors needed someone to house sit for awhile, looking after the cats and their plants. she visited with old friends, just tried to enjoy the rest of her summer before back on campus. spent a lot of time with her mom, making sure their garden was weeded and that the new flowers were thriving.

wanted connections!

so, idk how, idk when but i really want her to have some kind of existential crisis or a breakdown. maybe she could fall down from where she stands rn. starts partying a bit more, starts slacking off a bit more. maybe to the point where she's gonna lose her scholarship. idk. just something!!!!

i want to explore connections where she used them to try and get a higher level on the social ladder. this could be hookups, etc

would like to sort of explore getting into a relationship?? could end badly. she hasn't been in an actual relationship since link, so y'know.

maybe a hookup during the summer??

[lucia-olivo]

{ BRUNA MARQUEZINE, 22, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER } Is that LUCIA OLIVO? A JUNIOR originally from LAGUNA BEACH, CA, they decided to come to Ogden College to study PHILOSOPHY and RELIGIOUS STUDIES on an ACADEMIC SCHOLARSHIP. They’re THE BLASPHEMOUS on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

THE ESSENTIALS

TBD

CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS

Kathryn Merteuil (Cruel Intentions), Elle Woods (Legally Blonde), Anne Boleyn (History/The Tudors/Six/a million other forms of media), more TBD

TV TROPES

THE BLASPHEMOUS, more TBD

OGDEN COLLEGE 2022-2023

MAJOR:

Philosphy and Religious Studies, on a pre-law track

EXTRACURRICULARS:

Junior Class Board, Pre-Law Association, Mock Trial, Dance Team

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Lucia Olivo (loo-see-uh) 

NICKNAME(S): to a VERY select few, she could be luce, lucy, or (most common) lu. to piss her off, some of her close friends do call her luce with the “ch” because she hates it when people pronounce her name the italian way

DATE OF BIRTH: october 27th, 2000

AGE: twenty-two

ZODIAC SIGN: scorpio sun

OCCUPATION: ogden college student, general nuisance 

HOMETOWN: laguna beach

NATIONALITY: american

ETHNICITY: brazilian (portugese, italian, african, potentially a small percentage indigenous)

LANGUAGE(S): english, portugese

GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis woman, she/her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

FACE CLAIM: Bruna Marquezine

HEIGHT: 5′7″

EYE COLOR: dark brown

HAIR COLOR + STYLE: dark brown, usually worn just past her collar bones in length, wavy and with curtain bangs - see here for a vibe when it’s down, and here for a vibe when it’s up

ACCENT + INTENSITY: 

TATTOO(S): TBD

SCAR(S): TBD

PIERCING(S): two holes in each earlobe, cartilage in her right ear

GLASSES: yes - she likes to wear them in class because it makes her come off more intelligent

CLOTHING STYLE: TBD

PERSONALITY

MBTI TYPE: TBD

POSITIVE TRAITS: intelligent, vivacious, charming

NEGATIVE TRAITS: malicious, judgmental, cut-throat 

SKILLS: playing dumb, bending any sort of rule or guideline into what she needs it to mean to benefit herself, securing a messy bun with only one bobby pin

GOALS/DESIRES: Harvard Law - like only the best

FEARS: TBD

HOBBIES: looking in the mirror, plotting how to be better than people, hooking up, posting thirst trap tik toks/instas

HABITS: TBD

SMOKES? yes :)

DRINKS? yes :)

DRUGS? yes :)

PLEASE EXPAND ON HOW THEY EMBODY THEIR CHARACTER TROPE: THE BLASPHEMOUS

TBD

expanded personality tbd

CONNECTIONS

connection page tbd

RELATIONSHIP TO GREER: MOTHER’S BEST FRIEND’S DAUGHTER

Ah, mothers. Always the most tenuous of relationships in a girl’s life. Lucia and her mother were no different, often at odds with each other, especially during the teenage years. And growing up, that meant that anyone her mother brought about toting as wonderful left Lucia more likely to give a roll of her eyes and a sneer in greeting than anything without attitude. And that included her mother’s best friend, none other than the matriarch of the Morrison family, Greer’s mother. 

The two women went to college together and had been friends ever since. When they had daughters at the same time - both born in October of 2000 - it was like some sort of act of divinity. At least that’s what Lucia’s mother believed, prone to making everything revolve around religion. 

Growing up, it was clear their mothers hoped that Greer and Lucia would be best friends, just as they were. However, the two headstrong girls, similar in some ways and opposite in others, were more prone to butting heads than truly getting along, fighting for dominance in whatever relationship they cobbled together while living across the country and only seeing each other when their mothers decided was necessary. 

The Olivo’s - or at least Lucia and her mother - spent a handful of summers out in the Hamptons with the Morrison’s, or other holiday’s in the city, when there were familial obligations keeping them on the west coast. And even still, while the two girls did get along - especially as they turned into teens and learned the fun of partying - they often found themselves trying to best the other instead. 

IC QUESTION: “You wouldn’t have wanted Greer to disappear, would you?”

Lucia scoffed, her eyes rolling. “Are you kidding?” she said, eyebrows raised up high on her forehead before she leaned back in her seat, arms crossing over her chest. “Why would I have wanted that? I’m not some jealous perv,” she continued, sticking out her lower lip. “Besides, I’m planning to go to law school. I know you can’t actually question me about anything without a lawyer present. So nice try, but I’m not an idiot,” she finished, mouth snapping shut with finality that made it clear she wouldn’t utter another peep. 

BACKGROUND

FAMILY:

SOCIAL CLASS: upper class

FATHER: TBD

MOTHER: TBD

SIBLING(S)? TBD

family page tbd

BIOGRAPHY:  

Lucia grew up in a very very catholic family, the only child of two first generation parents who, while growing up with family money, still expected their children to take full advantage of the opportunities that were provided to them in this country. 

She still presents herself as quite religious - and it’s not that she doesn’t believe in it, it’s more that she...bends the religion to sort her own needs

Her father worked in Hollywood, and her mother, a failed actress herself (they met on a film set), married when they were fairly young, both having little family in California other than their parents, who had immigrated to the US. 

Her mother came from money - so the acting working out wasn’t exactly necessary, but it was definitely a hit to her pride

Which then resulted in her hopes and dreams being transferred to her only daughter, none other than Lucia

While her parents both had chosen “frivolous” careers, Lucia watched Legally Blonde at a total of six years old and immediately declared she wanted to be Elle Woods - and never wavered in that plan for a single second

She might be at Ogden for undergrad, but it’s Harvard Law or bust, baby

expanded biography tbd

SOME FUN FACTS

yes, she has a very similar coke cross to kathryn in cruel intentions

anytime she goes out, she’ll positively squeal about doing shots until she has everyone throwing back (gag) vodka with her

loves a lemondrop shot

but more importantly - loves a themed shot

or ordering something purely for the campyness of it, like a sex on the beach when she’s trying to get someone to want to f*ck her

despite wanting to be a lawyer, she has perfect the art of a thirst trap - dancing videos on tik tok, the perfectly pouty instagram story, showing off a short dress, etc etc

she loves arguing and bossying people around!!! she’ll do it just for fun!!! 

per the uuuuge, this is not finished (and likely never will be), but i think it’s enough to get started off of???? idk she’s another evil one so if you wanna plot, like this and i’ll come at yah 🥰 the usual plots are wanted as always - drama, angst, fwb, enemies, u know u know the vibes

[m-jelly]

It bloomed in spring - chapter 8

@kenkopanda-art thank you for the wonderful banner.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Ao3 LINK HERE

Words: 4.6k

Genre and tags: Romance, fluff, royal AU, emperor Levi, falling in love, forbidden love, relationship progression, angst, hurt, plot development, holiday, mentions of sex.

Concept: You and Levi are finally on your two-week holiday. You start it by facing your ex. Later that night you do some investigating on the laws and find something new out. The next day you go on a romantic beach date after Levi kept you in bed most of the morning. Levi surprises you with a question which starts with tears but ends in happiness.

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Wendy walked into the bedroom to see her best friend spooning his majesty’s pillow and it was clear you were naked. She smiled before throwing the curtains open and revealing the sparkling ocean. She sighed as she felt nothing but happiness at being in a beautiful location and her best friend being openly in love. She made her way over to you and lightly shook you awake.

You opened your eyes and smiled. “Morning, Wendy.”

She sat on the bed and fussed Tutus. “Good morning. Do I need to clean the sponge?”

You blushed bright red. “Le-Levi cleaned it f-for me in the early hours of this m-morning.”

She giggled. “I’m teasing.” She winked at you. “So you both were active all night, huh?”

You pressed your face against the pillow. “Wendyyy.”

“When is the baby due?”

You sat up and hugged Levi’s pillow. “No baby.”

She rubbed your cheek. “No?”

You shook your head. “My cycle has been normal since being with the Emperor.”

“Right, but it’s only a matter of time.” She winked at you and got out of bed. “I think it’s cute.” She got some clothes out for you. “I do believe the two of you would make beautiful children.”

You got out of bed and changed into a white dress with flowers on it. “I would like children with him, but not while we cannot be together.”

She fixed your hair for you and put on light makeup. “He will change the law.”

You smiled. “I have faith. He’s always working hard.” You looked at your friend in nice summer clothes. “Is he working again?”

She nodded. “In his office. He got up early.”

You let out a long sigh. “Even on holiday, he’s working hard.”

She hugged you. “He’s a determined man.”

You hummed. “Yes, though I would very much like to go on a date with him.”

“Why don’t you ask him?”

You blushed a little about asking Levi for a date. “I shall.” You walked with her downstairs to the main hall. “Perhaps a beach trip? We have our own private beach.”

Wendy giggled. “Perfect.”

You picked up Tutus from the floor. “Tutus will be able to paddle too.” You looked over to the front door. “Are we expecting someone?”

“No…”

You opened the large wooden door and felt your heart skip a beat; before you was your ex and a great politician. “Theo?”

Theo started at you and started smiling when he registered it was you. He said your name softly. “I umm…wow…it’s wonderful to see you. I should have guessed you would be working for his majesty, but I did not think you would accompany him on his holiday.”

You blushed a little. “He requested just three of us to assist him.” You stepped to the side. “Please, come in. I can imagine you are here for his majesty.”

“Indeed I am.” He dragged a bag on wheels behind him. “I have some books and papers for him. I heard he wishes to tackle the arranged marriage law.” He waited for you to close the door. “Is the Emperor in love with someone of no royal heritage?”

Wendy smiled. “He just believes the law is outdated.”

He smiled a little. “Are you sure he hasn’t fallen for someone?” He looked you in the eyes. “Maybe you?”

You gulped hard and shook your head. “No, no. Why would an Emperor want someone like me?

“I wanted you for a long time. I had you for a long time.” He stepped closer and whispered. “I miss you.”

Levi called your name making you jump. “Who is that?”

You stepped back. “Theo Hampton. He has your books and papers for you.”

“Come with me, Mr Hampton.”

Theo bowed. “Yes, your majesty.” He turned to you. “How about we have tea after and catch up? I would love to take you on a nice walk.”

You blushed. “Oh, well…sure.”

“Great! I can’t wait.”

Levi led Theo to his office. “How do you know my maid?”

Theo unpacked his bag. “Oh, we were romantically involved for a while. I was her first in everything.”

Levi’s eye twitched a little. “You?”

Theo nodded. “I wasn’t the best at first. I admit I wasn’t understanding either, but over time I was softer with her.”

“She left you.”

“She did.” Theo sat down and sighed. “I understood why and it was an okay parting, but after a while, I did miss her. I now know how good I had it with her.” He smiled at Levi. “You’re doing all this for her, right?”

Levi glared at Theo. “Why would assume that?”

“Because I loved her for a long time and I still have love in my heart for her.” Theo smiled softly. “I know what it is like to be with her.” He put the last book out. “I figured out you were in love with her as soon as I heard about you trying to get rid of the laws. She’s a cute thing. She catches people’s eye all the time, but is not aware of it.” He smirked. “I must say, seeing her in that summer dress makes me miss her more. She’s cute.”

You walked into the office with Tutus following you. “I have tea and snacks for you both.” You squealed when Levi yanked you onto his lap. “Y-Your Majesty!”

Levi tangled his fingers in your hair and kissed you. “Thank you.”

You blushed hard. “What are you-.”

He kissed you again and smiled. “I appreciate it.”

You nodded. “You’re welcome.”

Theo chuckled. “Don’t worry, I know he’s doing all this for you. I love you, I mean loved you, so I know the things you do for someone you care for. Besides, you’re hard to resist.”

You nibbled your lip. “I need to go.”

Levi watched you hurry away with Tutus. “Wait!”

You picked up your pup with your cheeks burning. “Wendy?”

She turned to you. “Everything alright?”

You gulped hard. “He kissed me in front of Theo.”

“Oh…” Wendy giggled a little. “He’s just showing who you belong to. He’s possessive and it’s cute.”

“Possessive?” You turned to see a concerned-looking Levi. He stepped closer to you. “Is that how you see me?”

You shook your head. “You just umm…” you sighed “you surprised me.”

He fussed Tutus in your arms. “Forgive me for being impulsive, but Wendy is correct.” He sighed and tapped his forehead against your shoulder. “I was jealous that he took all your firsts and how he spoke about you.” He wrapped his arms around you. “I want you as mine and only mine.”

You smiled softly. “He may have taken some of my firsts, but you will take the rest. You will also be my last as well. My first marriage and last?”

Levi lifted his head and smiled. “Yes.”

“This is my first holiday with a lover.”

“It won’t be our last.”

You giggled. “Good. Oh, and umm…my first baby…” You looked Levi in the eyes to see he was blushing hard. “Unless you do not wish to have them?”

He cupped your face and kissed you. “I would love to have a little army of kids.”

You laughed. “Very well.” You gasped and lifted Tutus. “My first precious gift. Theo gave me nothing, but you got me this sweet little muffin.”

He kissed you before kissing the top of Tutus’ head. “Forgive me for taking you by surprise.”

You smiled. “It’s alright, just know we’re together now and in love. You have me, not him.”

“You’re right.”

You juggled Tutus a little. “I’m going to take our pup for a walk. I hope your work goes well.” Your cheeks burned. “If umm…if you have the time, one of these days, perhaps you would like to join me on a beach date?”

He leaned over and kissed you. “I would love that.”

You hugged Tutus tight. “I’m going now.”

Levi smiled as you ran off. “Wendy? Will you look after her?”

Wendy bowed. “I will go with her, do not worry.” She hummed a laugh. “If only you were taking a break, you could have joined in.”

Levi pouted a little. “Cruel words, Wendy. Perhaps I should inform Mike you have been a bit naughty.”

She gasped and went red. “How did you know?”

“You two are rather noisy while you fuck in my empty rooms.” He walked closer and spoke quietly. “You didn’t think I’d notice a few new scratches on my floors?”

“Oh, dear…”

He winked at her. “Worry not, I have nothing wrong with it. Enjoy yourself and look after my love.”

“I will.” She hurried over to you and walked with you. “Ready?”

You nodded and put Tutus on his little paws. “What were you talking to Levi about?”

She blushed a little. “He knows.”

You walked out into the street with her and walked to the beach path. “About you and Mike?”

“Yes.”

You hummed a laugh. “Everyone knows about you two.”

She blushed. “Sh-shut up, they do not.”

“You two run around giggling, playing, kissing and I am sure you have made marks on the floors from making love to each other on surfaces.”

She let out a long sigh. “I didn’t think…”

“Is it love?”

She stopped and nodded with a soft blush on her cheeks. “It is.”

You smiled at her. “I’m happy for you.”

“I’m sorry.”

You frowned a little. “For what?”

She shrugged a bit. “I feel bad that Mike and I are out in the open and my best friend has to hide.”

You hugged Wendy. “You have every right to be happy, okay? Every right. I’m so happy for you both.”

“Thank you.”

You tossed and turned in bed and couldn’t sleep at all. You sat up and looked over at Levi as he slept soundly next to you with Tutus by his feet. You smiled at your sleeping lover and got out of bed. You slipped out of bed and wrapped yourself up in a robe. You grabbed a lantern and walked out of the bedroom and out of the hall to Levi’s office.

You sat behind Levi’s desk and started researching. You wanted to do your part. You wanted to help Levi out as much as possible. You wanted to see if maybe your maid education might know something others didn’t. You were mainly focusing on names, you needed to know if any ring a bell for you at all. You let out a long sigh and looked at the family tree of the royals to see they were all related to Sebastian.

You moved the history log over of laws and looked at the family lines and saw that Levi’s family line took over from an Empress. “Huh…Empress Elula…” You hurried around the room and looked for a book on her. You found a collection of notes on her and sat at Levi’s desk. “Let’s see why the law started with you…no children, but you gave your title to…a distant cousin?” You looked over to Levi’s family tree. “Levi’s family…”

“What about my family?”

You looked up at Levi. “Oh, hello.”

Levi walked over and place a tea on the desk. “What are you doing?”

You blushed a little. “I couldn’t sleep, so I wanted to help.”

“You could have woken me up.”

You fiddled with a pen. “I couldn’t do that. You looked so cute.”

He smiled and walked over to you. “Thank you.” He placed his hand on the desk and looked down at everything. “What you got?”

You cleared your throat. “Before your father’s family took over, the Marne family were in power.” You shifted your papers. “Something happened with Empress Elula Marne. She didn’t have any children and this law arrived. She named your father’s cousins ancestor as the new line to the throne. As soon as that happened, she died and then the family kept going until your father’s cousin and well, he died after the law was brought up to him and he didn’t marry.”

Levi stared at you. “They died so soon after refusing.” He frowned a little. “Du Mont…who are they?”

You shuffled your books around. “So, they seemed to be royals but aren’t now.”

He sighed a little as he tried to piece it all together. “What do you mean?”

“What I mean is, they were a small royal group and then they were not.” You hurried over to a map on the wall. “Here!” You pointed to a small area of Paradis. “They used to control this area, but something happened. They made the marriage law up, which means they had political power here in Paradis, but now they have no royal power.”

“Wait, then wouldn’t that mean if they have no power then no law?”

You shook your head. “No, it doesn’t work that way.” You walked over to the desk. “The law is the law.” You pulled a little face. “We need to know what happened with Elula and the Du Monts.”

He looked through your notes. “Do you think the Du Monts wanted in on the royal family because they knew they were going to lose their land?”

You nodded. “Likely. Royals run out of money all the time and can’t run a country, so others take over. It’s possible Elula did that, or the Emperor before her.”

Levi looked at a land history book. “It was before. So, maybe the Du Monts had a son they wanted to marry to Elula.”

“Elula was married, there is a record on the family tree.”

Levi picked up the family tree book and sighed. “No kids. When did her husband die?”

You shrugged. “It’s very limited here.” You gasped at a thought. “We’re near the Du Mont old land, right? If we travel over there and visit their records archive we can get something!”

He put the book down and hushed you. “Calm down.”

You frowned as you looked up at him. “Calm down!? This is our chance!”

“That territory is dangerous. It’s part of Paradis that isn’t safe yet.”

You sank a little into yourself. “Oh…”

He kissed you. “I’m happy that you share my excitement, but it’s not safe for you to go running in, okay? I’ll go.”

You gasped and grabbed his robe opening. “You will not be going alone. You could get hurt!”

“I am rather strong.”

You welled up. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

He hugged you against him. “I will be just fine. Tomorrow we will have our date and then the next day I will get any books I can on the Du Monts.”

“You need me to go. I could get the staff to talk. I’m a maid and people talk to maids.”

He hummed a laugh. “You don’t stop, do you? I like it.”

You nibbled your lips a little. “Please?”

“Alright, but you stick with me, okay?”

“I promise.”

He kissed you and sighed. “Thank you.” He released you and looked down at your work. “I can’t believe you cast your gaze upon this for a few hours and you have made so much progress.”

You picked up your tea and sat on the sofa. “Well, I thought my maid mind would help a little.”

“It’s helped more than you know.” He smiled. “If we can find out why this started, why they made this law, why it remains.” He picked up his cup and walked over to you. He plopped himself down and sighed. “I need to find the original law. I can’t find it anywhere. If I can find it, then I can study it and find a way to end it.”

You stared at Levi as he leaned his head back over the back of the sofa with his eyes closed. “I’m sorry.”

He opened his eyes and looked over at you. “For what?”

“For making more work for you. For getting you up in the middle of the night.”

He put his arm around you and pulled you against him. “Don’t be sorry. You have saved us. You have placed us on the right track. Thank you.”

You smiled and felt your cheeks burn. “Oh, well, thank you.” You rubbed Levi’s chest. “We should go to bed.” You looked at Levi to see he’d fallen asleep. “Levi!”

He jumped and opened his eyes. “Mmm?”

“Bed. We should go to bed.”

He rubbed his eyes. “We don’t need to. I’m not tired.”

You laughed. “You were just asleep!”

He frowned. “I wasn’t. We were talking with each other.”

“You fell asleep.”

He looked over at you. “I would never.”

You smiled a little. “You’re cute when you’re sleepy.” You stood up and stretched. “Well, I’m going to bed.” You smiled at him. “You can either follow me or not.”

Levi fell off the sofa and ran after you. “I’m coming!”

You looked back at him. “Thought you weren’t tired.”

“I’m not.” He picked you up making you giggle. “But I can’t leave you all alone now, can I?”

You stumbled when he put you down. “You going to admit that you fell asleep?”

He blushed. “I’m not an old man.”

“Levi.”

He pouted. “I’m not!”

“I’m not saying you’re an old man.”

He opened the bedroom door. “You swear?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re a silly man.”

“You were going to say old!”

You took your robe off. “You are a few years older than me. You are not old. If you’re old, then I am.”

He pulled his robe off and got into bed next to you. “You’re not old.” He looked down at Tutus still sleeping on the bed. “He’s old.”

You lay back and sighed. “Dogs sleep a lot. We should follow his example.”

Levi rolled onto his side and gazed at you. “Yeah.” He grabbed you and dragged you over to him. He pressed your back to his chest and nuzzled the crook of your neck. “Mm. Home.”

You giggled. “I’m home?”

“Yes.”

You placed your hand on his arm and loved how he held you. He had one arm around your shoulders and gripping your arm, his thumb lightly rubbing your soft skin. His other was caressing your stomach. You felt such love and comfort in his arms.

You placed your hand on his arm and kissed his skin. “You’re my home too.”

Levi nipped your neck. “I can just imagine a baby” he pressed your belly “here growing away. They’ll be made with pure love.”

You blushed a little. “Levi.”

“I mean it.”

You rolled over and pressed your face against his pecs. “I agree, but we must wait for when it is safe.”

He hummed. “Alright, but we are rather active and things happen.”

You giggled when you left Levi massaged your butt cheek. “You’re a funny man.”

“I’m simply being honest.” He tangled his fingers in your hair and held your bum with his other. He held you close and hummed in happiness. “We must have a cuddle day. I want to hold you all day and not think about anything else or work.”

You lifted your head. “We can do that?”

He nodded. “We can.”

You hummed a little and felt excited. “So, we will be acting as a normal couple?”

“Yes.”

You squealed a little and kissed Levi. “I can’t wait.”

Levi let out a long happy sigh. “I can’t wait to be with you as just a normal couple. I’m tired of hiding the person I love. I’m tired.”

You leaned up and looked down at your lover to see he’d passed out. “Not tired my ass.” You hummed a little laugh before lying back down. “I love you so much.”

A gentle summer breeze drifted over you and Levi in bed. The summer sun danced through the curtains and soaked you and Levi in its blessing for the day. Arms were lovingly wrapped around each other as bodies moved to the beating of hearts. Soft pants left loving mouths as the room heated up. Names lovingly spoken as pleasures reached their peaks. Hot bodies pressed together as movements stopped and a warm place was filled.

You softly massaged your fingers into Levi’s hair as he lay against you, his body spent from making love to you all morning. “Levi, my love?”

He lifted his head from you. “Yes, my cute little bunny?”

You smiled at him. “We have a date to go on.”

He nuzzled the crook of your neck. “Just let me be one with you for a little longer.”

You shivered in delight. “Yes, you feel really good inside of me, but the date.”

“Five more minutes.”

You softly played with his hair. “Alright, my love.”

He slept softly against your chest as he enjoy his cock still deep within your warm walls as you enjoy the heat of his cum cooling down within you. You’d both used the sponge often, but in moments of passion – like this morning, you would make love to feel each other. It did not help that you both rather liked the feeling of Levi pouring his seed deep into you.

Levi raised his head from you and admired your resting face. He placed a soft kiss on the end of your nose. “Precious love.” He removed himself from you and walked naked to the bathroom to clean. He returned to you with a wet towel and tended to you. “That alright?”

You nodded with a soft smile. “You always give me such loving aftercare.”

“It’s because I love you.” He assisted you in changing into beach clothes. “Will you be alright in this?”

You nodded as you fixed your breast bind and small bloomers. “Yes.” You walked over to a thin robe for the beach. “I’m ready.”

Levi pulled on boxers and a beach robe. “Me too.”

You blushed a little. “I should get some food and drink ready for us.”

Levi pulled you close. “I asked Wendy and Charles last night to put something together. I planned for us to have a lie-in, but it seems we did so much more.”

You opened the bedroom door. “I blame you.”

“How am I to blame?” He wrapped his arms around you. “If I remember rightly, you touched me first.”

You giggled as he nipped your neck. “I am innocent.”

“Sure.” He guided you through the house to the kitchen where Charles and Wendy were waiting with the picnic things. “Morning both. Ready for the beach?”

Wendy grinned. “YES!”

Charles picked up the basket. “Let’s have a fun day.”

You ran over to Tutus and scooped him up. “Beach day!” You ran out of the house as Levi shouted for you. You ran down the path to the beach as Levi continued to chase you. You lifted Tutus up and squealed. “Look, Sir Tutus! The beach!” You ran through the sand to the beds. You put Tutus down and marvelled at everything. “So pretty.”

Levi jogged over and sighed. “Don’t go running off, okay?”

You pouted a little. “Sorry Levi, but I got so excited.”

He sat down and let out a long sigh. “Don’t be sorry. I am glad you’re excited.”

You nibbled your lip as you gazed at the ocean. “It looks lovely.”

“You can go in for a swim.”

You pulled your robe off and ran towards the water. “Yay!”

Levi chuckled as you ran to the water. “Cute.”

Wendy placed the towels down and smiled. “It’s good to see her happy.”

“It is.” Levi got up and pulled his robe off. “I’m going to join her. Could you look after Tutus for me? Thank you.” He jogged down the beach to you splashing around in the water. “Look at you.”

You grinned at your lover. “Hi.”

He dove into the water and made his way over to you. “What are you up to, my love?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. “Nothing.”

He rubbed your back softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He smiled when he heard your giggling. “It’s nice to hear you so happy.” He pulled back a little and looked at you. “I like it.”

You nibbled your lip. “It’s because we’re normal. We’re out in the open being in love.”

He kissed you and sighed. “Yeah, that’s right.”

You swam back from Levi and blew bubbles in the water. You stood up and stretched. “Are you really going to travel tomorrow?”

“We need those books.”

You pouted a little. “Well, I’m going to miss you.”

He pulled you close. “I’ll miss you too.”

You nibbled your lip a little. “I know how you can make it up to me.”

“How is that.”

You kissed and nipped his neck. “Let me body worship you tonight.”

Levi blushed at your words. “I would very much enjoy that.”

You dove at Levi. “Yes! I’m so excited. I have many plans for you.”

He gulped hard. “I cannot wait.”

You swam back and hummed. “For now, we relax.”

Levi walked up to you and placed two hands under you. He hummed a song to you as he moved you through the water. He twirled around with you. He smiled as you giggled in delight at him. “Will you marry me?”

You stood up in the water. “What?”

He lightly touched your cheek. “Will you marry me?”

You pulled away and welled up a little. “Levi.”

“I mean it.”

You gulped a little. “I umm…I want to say yes, but.”

He frowned a little. “But?”

You hugged yourself. “You’re already engaged and I don’t want to say yes.”

“Why?”

You rubbed your tears. “I’m scared that if I commit, my hopes will be held high and I may not get what I dream of. I wish to marry you so badly it hurts. I wish to be with you for life. I wish for you to fill me whenever you can so I can bear a child. I do not like these games.”

He cupped your face. “This is not a game. I want to marry you and as soon as that law is abolished, I will marry you the next day.” He smiled making you smile. “Wherever, whenever.”

You giggled and nodded as you sniffed back tears. “Yes.”

He blushed. “Yes?”

You blushed hard. “Yes, yes, I want to marry you. I can’t wait for the day.”

He lifted you up into the air. “It’s going to be the best day ever.”

You giggled as he twirled around with you. “Yes.”

He lowered you down into the water and kissed you. “I have a ring for you.” He blushed hard. “I have it with the umm beach things.” He carried you out of the water. “Come on, let’s get that ring on you.”

You hugged Levi tightly. “I really want to marry you.”

“I want it too.” He sat on the bed with you. “Charles? The ring.”

Charles handed it over. “Congratulations.”

Levi took your hand and slipped it on your finger. “You are the only woman I want to marry and will marry. Tomorrow I will get those books and we’ll be on the right path to being free.”

You nodded. “Yes.” You admired the ring with a soft smile on your face. “It’s perfect.” You played with your ring. “I love it.”

Levi kissed your temple. “I’m glad.” He hummed. “How about we all have lunch together?”

Wendy clapped her hands. “Yay! I have everything arranged.”

You blushed a little and hummed. “I feel like we’re a family.”

Charles blushed. “We are one.”

Wendy nodded. “That’s right.”

Levi smiled at you and lightly touched your stomach. “A family that will keep growing and get stronger.”

[odcssa]

was that [ SCARLETT LEITHOLD ] spotted down at the shoreline of east hamptons main beach? must just be, [ ODESSA PARKS ] the [ TWENTY-TWO ] year old [ FIGURE SKATER ]. whenever i hear [ PINK SKIES BY LANY ] it reminds me of them. they are known for being [ STUBBORN ] but they make up for that by being [ ADVENTUROUS ]. they have been living in the hamptons for [ THREE YEARS ].

STATS.

name: odessa parks.

age: twenty - two.

birthdate: january 22.

zodiac: aquarius.

gender: cis female.

pronouns: she / her.

birthplace: austin , texas.

current residence: hamptons , long island.

BIO.

odessa was was born on January 22, in the bustling city of austin, texas. from a young age, she showed a keen interest in figure skating, and her parents enrolled her in skating classes when she was just four years old.

despite being the only girl in a family of three children, with two older brothers, odessa quickly proved herself to be a natural on the ice.

as she grew older, she continued to excel in figure skating, spending countless hours perfecting her moves and routines. she competed in local competitions and soon began to make a name for herself in the skating world.

her talent and dedication caught the attention of coaches and trainers, and before long, odessa was invited to train with some of the best skating coaches in the country.

her ultimate goal was to train and qualify into the olympics.

her brothers both worked their way into the nhl following in their fathers footsteps, and while she was extremely proud of them she couldn't help feeling as though she constantly had to prove herself to her parents.

while training to qualify for the olympics, odessa sustained a serious injury to her ankle during a competition. the injury required surgery and several months of rehabilitation, during which she was unable to skate. for odessa, the injury was not just a physical setback but an emotional one.

skating had been a central part of her life, and she felt lost without it. she began to question whether she would ever be able to skate again, let alone pursue her dreams of competing at the highest level.

after months of hard work and dedication to her rehabilitation, odessa was finally cleared to skate again. however, the experience had left a deep impression on her. she began to feel like she needed a change, something to shake up her routine and reignite her passion for skating.

that's when the opportunity to move to the hamptons presented itself. the move offered her a chance to start fresh, both physically and emotionally. it was a new environment with new challenges and opportunities, and it gave her the chance to refocus on her skating career and her dreams.

she thought it'd be a temporary change but as time went on she knew this was going to be her new permanent home.

HEADCANONS.

odessa is kind to almost everyone. she wears her heart on her sleeve and just wants to make people smile.

she is always down for an adventure, willing to take risks, easily bribed.

she takes her skating career very seriously, but she's working on finding a healthy balance between skating and her social life.

will give you her very last penny if you needed it.

genuinely wants the best for everyone.

although she comes off as soft and naive, she will cause harm with an ice skate if you mess around with those closest to her.

loves stormy weather, she could sit on the beach and watch the waves roll in before a storm for hours.

to be continued.

CONNECTIONS.

childhood friend

best friends

exes on good terms

exes on bad terms

secret fling

skating partner.

sibling friend.

bad/good influence.

honestly anything.

[rhyspalmer]

was that [ HARRY STYLES ] spotted down at the shoreline of east hamptons main beach? must just be, [ RHYS PALMER ] the [ TWENTY EIGHT ] year old [ HOCKEY PLAYER ]. whenever i hear [ LET’S FALL IN LOVE FOR THE NIGHT BY FINNEAS ] it reminds me of them. they are known for being [ RETICENT ] but they make up for that by being [ CHARISMATIC ]. they have been living in the hamptons for [ SIX MONTHS ].

born in London, England and relocated with his family when he was 9 to Breckenridge, CO — a popular vacation town at the base of the Rocky Mountains where his family now owns a big ski resort

has two siblings: an older brother and younger sister, both of which he’s close with and very protective of

growing up, he tended to be quieter than most people would expect of him now and far less assertive whereas his brother and golden child, Archer, had always been the outgoing one, the likeable leader who everyone knew was sure to go places.

TRIGGER WARNING ( ACCIDENT, DRUNK DRIVING)

the shift happened after an accident rhys's sophomore year of high school. he and archer, a senior that year, decided to go for a joy ride to celebrate a victory after an important match that had their hockey team on a one way ticket to state.

he wasn't supposed to be driving but the roads were quiet that night and rhys was only a week out from getting his license at the time. unfortunately, a drunk driver had come out of nowhere, running a red at an intersection and barreling straight for the palmer boys. it could've been worse for rhys. it should've been, doctors had said, if it weren't for the way archer had shielded him that night, sustaining most of the injuries.

rhys only pushed himself hard after that. both out of guilt and determination, especially in hockey, feeling like he owed it to archer to prove him self in the sport he no longer could. archer himself has never blamed rhys, but rhys blames himself and knows while they've never voiced it, his parents do too.

it's left an incredible weight on his shoulders

got a full ride to NYU on a hockey scholarship where he studied business with a focus in sports management. after graduating, he was drafted by the ny rangers, where he has played ever since.

has had plenty of fun being a bachelor in NYC, but after a minor altercation with a photographer seven months ago, his management decided to set him up somewhere a little quieter.

has had a few knee injuries over the years that he still gets physical therapy for

pops in sometimes for visits home, but its rare and his parents, mostly his dad who's a decorated olympian and retired nhl player himself, rarely acknowledge his existence outside of the texts about what he could’ve done better in his matches or formal holiday cards surely signed for him by his mom wishing him well and the occasional be safe.

rhys mostly just stops in to check on his brother and bring his sister, Gwen, things he's picked up during his travels to other states and places before dashing off like he was never there.

can seem mysterious and guarded, while simultaneously coming off as a lothario because of his image in the media, charming and calculating, always around someone new.

some say that he's different when he’s in a group of people who know him well opposed to a group of people who only believe they do. but he’d much rather you think he was some cocky, detached bastard than lay all his good guy cards out on the table.

thoughtful, and willing to stick up for you or step in if needed unless you’ve given him a good reason not to.

casual hobbies are cooking, reading, flying helicopters, and playing his guitar.

Connections:

best friend

teammate(s)

physical therapist

sibling like friendship

family (i.e. cousin)

past hookups

neighbors

childhood friend

pr stunt