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fafnir19 · 1 month
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The Hamptons Diary
Loris sat in the glow of his computer screen, the frenetic sounds of gunshots and explosions filling his small apartment. The clock on the wall ticked past midnight.
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His neighbors Andrew and Dean, a gay couple in their late forties, tossed and turned in their adjacent apartment, unable to sleep amidst the cacophony of Loris' late-night gaming. Suddenly, the sound of pounding fists echoed through the thin walls. Loris paused the game and sighed, knowing it was only a matter of seconds before Andrew and Dean barged in. "Can you keep it down, Loris? We're trying to sleep here," Andrew's stern voice reverberated through the door. "Yeah, seriously, Loris. It's the middle of the night," Dean added, his voice laden with exhaustion. Loris opened the door, revealing himself to be unkempt, his blond hair disheveled and his once-bright blue eyes weary and bloodshot. He mumbled an apology as a single tear trickled down his cheek. "What's wrong, Loris?" Dean's tone softened slightly, concern flickering in his eyes. "I lost my job, okay? I don't know what to do. I feel useless," Loris choked out, his voice laced with defeat. Andrew and Dean exchanged a glance, the reality of Loris' struggles sinking in. They offered their sympathies before leaving, but the tension lingered in the air like an unspoken plea for help. The nightly pattern of gaming and sleepless neighbors continued for weeks, taking a toll on Andrew and Dean. Andrew, with important business meetings on the horizon, could no longer tolerate the disturbances. "We can't go on like this, Dean. I need my rest for these meetings," Andrew voiced his frustration, weary lines etched on his face. Dean, with a thoughtful expression, suggested a temporary solution. "Remember our friend in the Hamptons? We inherited his house. Loris could look after it for us, spruce things up a bit. We could even pay him for it, give him something to focus on." Andrew hesitated, skeptical of entrusting Loris with such responsibility. "You know how disorganized Loris is. Can he handle it? And I've never liked him, you know that," he remarked, his apprehension evident. After some debate, Andrew begrudgingly agreed, swayed by Dean's kindness and the hope of peaceful nights ahead.
Dean drove Loris to the opulent oceanfront home in the Hamptons, the fresh sea breeze offering a stark contrast to the urban clamor left behind. Loris gazed wide-eyed at the sprawling property, feeling a sense of peace wash over him. "Thank you, Dean. I'll take care of the house, I promise," Loris assured, a glimmer of determination in his eyes. Dean patted Loris on the shoulder before heading back to the city, leaving Loris to the tranquil expanse of the Hamptons estate. Days passed, and Loris reveled in his newfound solitude, though the pristine beauty of the house soon mirrored the chaos of his city apartment. Used dishes littered the kitchen, and dust settled on every surface. Amidst the clutter, Loris stumbled upon a weathered diary, its pages yellowed with age. Intrigued, Loris began to read, realizing that the diary belonged to Tom, likely the previous owner's companion.
Loris sat cross-legged on the floor, a pool of moonlight around him as he pored over the aged diary. Dust motes danced in the air, and the distant crash of waves against the shore provided a soothing backdrop. The pages crackled as he turned them, each revealing more of Tom's intriguing life. Scribbles and smudges adorned the once pristine pages, speaking of Tom's dedication to exercising, grooming, and housekeeping. A humorous snort escaped Loris as he read about Tom's relentless efforts. With a shake of his head, he thought, "This guy was really something." Holding the diary closer to his face, Loris continued reading by the flickering light of an old candle. He marveled at the meticulous routines Tom adhered to, his neat handwriting leaving no detail untold. Loris couldn't help but chuckle at the pages filled with anecdotes about Tom's wardrobe and preppy attire. As the nights bled into each other, Loris found himself unconsciously mimicking Tom's habits. He'd rise before dawn to jog along the beach, pamper himself with regular grooming sessions, and maintain the house with an almost obsessive zeal.
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And when he slipped into Tom's preppy clothes for the first time, a shiver ran down his spine, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through his body. Days turned into weeks, and Loris was a changed man. His previously disheveled appearance had given way to a chiseled physique and impeccable grooming. At night, the house practically sparkled under his diligent care. One evening, Loris stood before a full-length mirror, clad in Tom's preppy clothes. As he admired his reflection, a new sense of confidence surged within him. The realization struck him like a lightning bolt - he looked like a gay wet dream.
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A mischievous smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and he let out a low, satisfied hum. The thought surprised him, but he couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him. Lost in his thoughts, Loris barely noticed Dean's arrival at the beach house.
As Dean stepped into the luxurious oceanfront home in the Hamptons, he couldn't help but feel a jolt of surprise at the sight before him. Loris, once unkempt and disheveled, now stood before him as an enigmatic and adorable young man. Dean's eyebrows shot up in astonishment as he struggled to process the drastic transformation. "Loris, what... how did this happen?" Dean's voice quivered with disbelief. Loris grinned, exuding a newfound confidence that seemed to radiate from every pore. "I found Tom's diary," he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Dean's heart sank as he realized what that meant. He thought the cursed diary was long gone, destroyed to prevent its sinister influence from spreading. The possessive and jealous former homeowner had given it to his lover, Tom, in a twisted attempt to bind him and transform him into a trophy boy against his will. And now, it seemed that Loris had unknowingly fallen prey to the same fate. Dean's expression darkened, his voice barely above a horrified whisper. "Loris, that diary is cursed. It forces its owner to become a trophy boy, against their will. We need to destroy it, before it's too late." He watched Loris carefully, praying that he hadn't been fully ensnared by the diary's enchantment. Loris' eyes widened in shock as he processed Dean's words. "I-I'm the victim of a spell?" His voice trembled with uncertainty. For a moment, it seemed that the confident facade he'd adopted was beginning to crack.
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But then, to Dean's profound dismay, Loris let out a laugh that chilled him to the bone. "The spell is good!" Loris exclaimed, his tone betraying an unsettling fervor. "I used to be undisciplined and unkempt - and look at me now. The magic makes me better! Plus, I like the way you look at me lustfully, even if I'm not gay!" Dean's heart sank as he realized the depth of the diary's hold on Loris. "But Loris, you don't understand. You'll become a trophy boy, against your will. You'll be forced to submit to someone else's desires, to become something you're not." His voice shook with urgency as he tried to reason with Loris, to break through the spell's intoxicating allure. To his astonishment, Loris's expression transformed into one of unnerving determination. "It isn't against my will anymore," he insisted, his words firm and unwavering. Dean felt a surge of helplessness as he confronted the stark reality before him. It was clear that Loris had embraced the changes wrought by the cursed diary, despite the dangers that lurked beneath its enticing facade. Desperation gnawed at Dean's insides as he grappled with the enormity of the situation. As the weight of their predicament settled upon him, Dean realized that breaking the spell would be an uphill battle. But for Loris's sake, he knew he couldn't simply give up.
Dean drove back to the city from the Hamptons, a sense of urgency gnawing at him. He weaved through traffic, determined to tell Andrew about the cursed diary and Loris's transformation. As he burst through the front door, he found Andrew in the living room, engrossed in his laptop. "Andrew, we have to break the spell!" Dean exclaimed, rushing over to Andrew. Andrew lifted his gaze from the screen. "Dean, what are you talking about? What spell?" Dean quickly recounted how Loris had discovered the cursed diary in the Hamptons, and how it had changed him drastically. "We have to find a way to undo this. It's not right, Andrew." Andrew's eyes widened, and he leaned in, "Let's do it. We'll figure out how to break this curse." A week later, Loris returned from the Hamptons. As he stepped into the living room, Andrew's breath caught in his throat. Loris stood there, transformed into an adorable young man. His previously disheveled appearance was replaced with a preppy and well-groomed look.
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"Wow," Andrew murmured under his breath, unable to tear his eyes away from Loris. Dean shot a pleading look at Andrew. "We have to do something, Andrew. Loris is becoming a trophy boy against his will." However, as Andrew stared at Loris, he found himself charmed by the young man. "Dean, I don't think I can help you," Andrew said softly. "What? But Andrew, this is not right," Dean protested. Andrew's eyes softened as he looked at Loris. "He's the son I never thought I wanted. I can't help you, Dean. I'm sorry." The realization hit Dean hard. He had lost this battle. He resigned himself to his fate as Loris's second gay father, feeling helpless in the face of the enchantment that had captured Loris. Weeks passed, and Andrew and Dean rallied to support Loris. They made it possible for him to study at the best university in the country, providing him with everything he needed for his education and well-being.
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Loris flourished under their care, embracing his new life as a well-groomed and preppy young man. In the end, Loris was happier than ever. He found comfort in the care and attention he received from Andrew and Dean, feeling like he had finally found a place where he belonged. The once unkempt and lost Loris had transformed into a young man who exuded confidence and joy. As the days went by, laughter and warmth filled the walls of the house. It echoed with the sounds of Andrew and Loris joking and sharing stories, while Dean looked on with a warm smile. Despite the circumstances that had led to this unusual family dynamic, there was an unspoken bond that tied them together. Loris had found a new sense of purpose and belonging, and Andrew and Dean had welcomed him into their lives with open arms. Though the cursed diary had brought about unexpected changes, it had also led to an unlikely but loving family forming in the beautiful house in the Hamptons.
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sims4mansions · 1 year
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Hamptons Beach House (2/4)
Kitchen, pantry/laundry and TV room
I have a thing for green kitchens (using SHKR kitchen by @tudtuds)
Available on the Gallery: @Toutatis17
CC list + Tray Files
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riptidewaters · 8 months
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Nate Archibald x Fem! Reader! (NAMED)
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“UGH! Get me the new Alexander Mcqueen Bag Dorota!” Blair Screeched at her loyal servant, the latter muttering a meek ‘Yes, Miss Blair’ and hurrying away. Blair Waldorf, the “mean girl” of Constance and self-proclaimed Queen of the Upper East Side was, according to her throwing the “hottest party” in the whole year. ‘Hey B!’ Serena Van der Woodsen, the “it girl” of New York waved to her best friend, running forward and hugging her tightly, ‘I am so happy that you came back from Europe!’ she declared. Blair scoffed while striking names off the invite list, ‘Well, after Chuck ditched me at the airport I decided to take a girl's trip and travel around Europe anyway!’, She put the list down and walked over to the massive tables full of entreès and delicately put one in her mouth, Serena following her, Blair continued, ‘Anyways, enough about my broken love life, what's the gossip I’ve been hearing on you and Nate?”. Serena looked panicked, “There’s absolutely nothing going on between us! I haven’t dated anyone the entire summer!’ She said proudly, Blair paused and looked at Serena, ‘Wait- S, are you telling me you’ve gotten zero action for the ENTIRE Summer?!’. Serena shrugged, ‘Maybe, well there was that one hot lifeguard-’, Blair looked excited, ‘And....?’, ‘I rejected him’. Blair’s face fell, ‘Seriously S?, I’m gone for one summer and-’. Serena shook her head, ‘Wait! Before you launch into one of your speeches, I've got a surprise for you!’, She sang happily, Blair raised her eyebrows, ‘And what might that be May I ask?’. Serena grinningly thrust a letter into her hand, ‘Read it!’ She said. Blair rolled her eyes,
Dear Serena,
I wasn’t sure if you would remember me, but it’s Charlotte, from junior year. I hope you do! Anyways I’m coming back to Constance this year! I could not be more excited to meet you all again! Maybe we could meet up a few days before school starts? Let me where you are. Well Adios for now! Do tell Blair, Nate and Chuck I said hi!(especially Nate)
Love,
Charlotte.
Blair’s eyes widened, ‘Charlotte, the Charlotte is coming back?’ She questioned excitedly, Serena nodded grinning brightly. ‘I already sent her the invite to your party, if that's cool with you? She said that she’ll come.’ Blair smiled, ‘Definitely!’ ‘Wait! Should we tell Nate?’. She asked Serena looking at the letter, ‘Maybe it should be a surprise.’ Blair nodded, starting a conversation about party favours.
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‘I’ve been waiting for this all day.’ Nate muttered, biting her lip, ‘You sure Serena’s okay with covering for you? She was a little cold.’ Catherine said rubbing herself against Nate, ‘Oh she’s totally fine.’ he said closing his eyes and leaning in, ‘But you haven’t told her anything?’ Cathrine questioned pulling Nate for a chaste kiss, He shook his head, ‘All she knows is I’m seeing someone new...I’m not ready to introduce to anyone yet.’ She pulled away, pushing Nate behind and looking at him with a stern look in her eyes, ‘Or ever.’ He finished. ‘Look, she needed time to decompress from her breakup anyway,’ Nate kissed her, ‘Covering for me works for her too.’ A car whizzed by the one they were in, Catherine looked alarmed, ‘Let’s go back to my place before anyone spots us.’ Nate raised his eyebrows, ‘Your House?’ She grinned, nodding, ‘I thought we couldn’t.’ She smiled at him, ‘There’s always the guest house’. Nate chuckled pulling her in for another kiss.
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‘Okay, how do I look?!’ Blair asked twirling around for Serena to see, She smiled ‘Gorgeous as always B.’ She remarked Blair turned around adjusting her iconic bejewelled headband, ‘How do you think She looks now?’ She asked Serena, ‘I don’t think she might have changed too much,’ Serena shrugged. ‘Probably’ Blair agreed. Looking in the mirror, ‘Excuse me?’ She asked a random saleswoman, ‘Can I get this in white?’, The woman nodded and walked towards the display to get it off the mannequin. ‘This dress is perfect for my party!’ She squealed excitedly clapping her hands. Serena smiled, ‘Now that you’re done can we go look for my dress?’, Blair grinned ‘I’m sure I can take out a few minutes of my valuable time to go look for your dress.’ She said, Serena laughed and grabbed Blair by her shoulders, ‘We are getting out now!’. With that the two girls walked out laughing.
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The day of the white party was a complete disaster..... at least it was according to a certain Charles Bass, famously known as Chuck Bass. Blair had asked him if he loved her the day he had met James, Blair’s seemingly “perfect” boyfriend and he had stupidly kept his big mouth shut and made her cry. Showing up to the White party had been a pain in his arse, especially when he saw Blair making out with her new boyfriend who had supposedly gone to “Georgetown”. And then something worth the attention of Chuck Bass happened, He saw Charlotte Jackson, also known as the one who disappeared after Junior year, staring at Serena Van der Woodsen having a spit-swapping session with Nate Archibald. Chuck grabbed a glass of white wine off a tray smirking, ‘Well, that’s going to be fun...’ with that he sauntered off towards an awestruck Charlotte.
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Part 2 is now out!
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underthecitysky · 7 months
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Text from the Abbey Road Tribute Facebook group (x)
The story about Nancy and her gummy is a nice little window into the Paul and Nancy dynamic. :)
And RIP to Jimmy Buffett.
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becawsims · 6 months
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Meet the Bloom Family!
They are friends of the Anson family and live in a beautiful and cozy house in New England.
Madeline (26)
Maurice (27)
Lena (3)
Luke the family dog (2)
Thank you farfalla for the female sim!
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777fawn · 7 months
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unlike the rest of us sex, lies and scandal never take a vacation. instead, they take the long island expressway and head east to the the Hamptons. some would say summer is their busiest season. xoxo
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the-posh-life · 2 months
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voidpetrova · 7 months
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the white party — stiles stilinski x reader
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content warnings and genre: swearing, rich!reader x middle class!stiles, gossip girl inspired plotline and theme, unprotected sex — porn with plot
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
synopsis: everyone who is anyone flocks to the hamptons to wear all-white and participate in some melodrama
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the setting sun cast long shadows over beacon hills, signaling the approaching arrival of the town's most extravagant event: the annual white party. the anticipation was palpable as ornate invitations graced the mailboxes of the town's elite, promising a night of glamour, intrigue, and indulgence. among the privileged recipients was you, a prominent figure in beacon hills' high society. with your family's wealth and influential connections, you were a coveted guest at any gathering. dressed in a stunning white gown that hugged your figure flawlessly, you exuded an air of effortless elegance as you prepared for the evening's festivities.
the white party was the pinnacle of social events in beacon hills. held at an opulent estate hidden away from prying eyes, the venue itself was a testament to extravagance. the sprawling mansion was draped in cascading white fabric, bathed in soft, ethereal lighting that danced across the polished marble floors. the atmosphere was electric, filled with a sense of anticipation as guests began to arrive in their finest all-white attire.
but this year, there was a twist to the story, one that added a layer of intrigue reminiscent. the twist was a certain guest, an outsider to the world of privilege, a name whispered with curiosity and skepticism: stiles stilinski. stiles, unlike the rest of the attendees, did not belong to the upper echelons of beacon hills. he was a fish out of water, a commoner who dared to crash the white party. and he had a plan.
as the guests started to arrive at the white party, the tension in the air was palpable, a storm brewing on the horizon of beacon hills' privileged society. you glided through the crowd, your every move calculated to exude an air of grace and confidence. your eyes, concealed beneath the shadow of your elegant white mask, scanned the sea of attendees.
and then, you saw him.
stiles, dressed in his best attempt at formal attire, looked like an anomaly in the sea of tailored tuxedos and couture gowns. he stood near the entrance, flanked by his more eligible friends who had, with their connections, secured his place in this exclusive world for the night.
a smirk played at the corner of your lips as you watched him from afar, your eyes narrowing with a hint of mischief. you'd heard rumors of his audacious attempt to infiltrate the white party, and you couldn't resist the opportunity to engage in the kind of melodrama that would make even the highest of gossip sites crumble.
stiles, oblivious to your presence, seemed determined to blend in. he nervously adjusted his bowtie, casting uneasy glances at his friends who appeared equally out of place in this glamorous setting. the scene was set for a clash of worlds.
as the night unfolded, the party's extravagance reached its zenith. champagne flowed freely, the dance floor pulsed with rhythmic beats, and the guests reveled in the decadence of the occasion. but beneath the veneer of merriment, a rivalry simmered, akin to the upper-crust conflicts of beacon hills' elite.
you decided to initiate the first move, sashaying through the crowd until you were standing right in front of stiles, a predator sizing up its prey. you tilted your head, allowing a cascade of glossy hair to fall over your shoulder.
“stiles stilinski,” you purred, the words laced with faux sweetness. “i must say, your boldness is almost admirable. sneaking into the white party? that takes audacity.” he swallowed hard, his eyes darting around nervously, aware that the eyes of the partygoers were on you both. “well,” he stammered, “sometimes, you have to break the rules to get what you want.”
your laughter was a melodious trill, dripping with condescension. “oh, stiles, you always did have a flair for the dramatic. but this world—” you gestured to the opulent surroundings. “this world is not for the likes of you.”
his jaw clenched, and stiles shot back, “maybe i'm here to prove that it should be.”
the tension between you crackled like electricity, drawing the attention of stiles' friends who exchanged intrigued glances. it was a battle of wits, a duel of words, and the guests watched with bated breath, captivated by the unfolding drama. the white party, once an elegant soirée, had transformed into a stage for your rivalry.
amidst the glittering chandeliers, the party's glamour was intoxicating, a world of privilege and pretense where secrets were currency. the opulent estate's grand ballroom had transformed into a sea of swirling white gowns and tailored tuxedos, the air filled with laughter and the clinking of crystal glasses.
as you and stiles engaged in your theatrical confrontation, the guests were drawn in like moths to a flame. little did they know that beneath the surface of this grand masquerade, your history was a tangled web of emotions and betrayals.
“it's amusing,” you said with an enigmatic smile, “that you think you can play in this league, stiles. this world thrives on connections, and you?” you gestured to him, letting your gaze linger on the prominent scar that ran across his cheek. “you're a misfit here.”
stiles' eyes flashed with defiance, a spark of the same spirit that had drawn you to him in the first place. “maybe i don't want to fit in with your world. maybe i want to expose it for what it is.” each word was a calculated move, a chess piece in the game of one-upmanship you were playing.
but beneath the bravado, there was a truth that neither of you could deny: you had once been deeply entwined. the breakup had been messy, fueled by betrayal and hurt, and now, here you were, using this extravagant party as a stage to get back at each other.
the tension in the room escalated as your words hung in the air. the partygoers were torn between fascination and discomfort, unsure of whether to applaud the spectacle or to intervene in the brewing confrontation.
amid the swirling white-clad guests, the battle of wits and wills between you and stiles continued to escalate. the white party's opulence provided the perfect backdrop for your melodramatic game of one-upmanship.
stiles, determined to prove himself in this world of privilege, leaned in closer to a group of eligible young ladies, his charm and wit on full display. he regaled them with stories, his animated gestures drawing laughter and admiration. it was a calculated move, a way to show that he could play the game just as well as anyone else in attendance.
not to be outdone, you gracefully allowed yourself to be swept into the arms of a charismatic young man, one with connections as impressive as your own. you engaged in witty banter, your laughter like music in the air, drawing the attention of partygoers and cameras alike. it was a performance, a carefully choreographed dance, and the white party's glamorous stage was yours to command.
as the night progressed, the flirtation between you and stiles became more brazen, each attempt to outdo the other more daring than the last. it was as if you were caught in a whirlwind of attraction and rivalry, the lines between the two blurred by the intensity of your history. you danced with other partners, locked in playful embraces, while stiles continued to bask in the adoration of his newfound companions. the partygoers watched in fascination, the drama unfolding.
but then, as the crescendo of the evening's flirtations reached its zenith, a moment occurred that neither of you had anticipated. you found yourself wrapped in the arms of your dance partner, locked in a passionate kiss that left no room for interpretation. the room fell silent, the spotlight shining brightly on this indiscretion. stiles' eyes, wide with shock and hurt, met yours across the room. in that moment, the rivalry that had driven you to this point seemed insignificant compared to the raw emotions laid bare before the party's judgmental eyes.
the guests whispered, the scandalous moment playing out like a scene from a soap opera. but you and atiles were lost in a world of your own making, a world where the past and present collided in a tumultuous storm of desire and resentment.
the time for pretense was over. the white party, once a stage for revenge, had become the backdrop for a confrontation neither of you could avoid. as you separated from your dance partner, you made your way through the crowd, drawn inexorably toward stiles.
the tension in the room was palpable as you finally stood face to face, your eyes locked in a silent exchange that spoke volumes. the melodrama of the arty had reached its climax, and the unresolved emotions between you and stiles hung heavy in the air. it was a moment that mirrored the iconic past confrontations and playful banters, a moment where secrets and rivalries were stripped away, leaving only the raw truth of your past and the possibility of a future.
the cacophony of the party's extravagant revelry faded into the background as you and stiles stood locked in an unspoken battle of emotions. the room seemed to shrink around you, leaving only the two of you at the center of the storm.
stiles was the first to break the silence, his voice trembling with a mixture of anger and vulnerability. “you always did have a way of taking things too far, (y/n).”
your heart pounded, and for a moment, it felt as if time itself had paused. the truth in his words cut deep, for you both knew that your attempt to provoke each other had gone too far, a melodramatic twist that had spiraled beyond control.
“you're not blameless in this, stiles,” you retorted, your voice laced with frustration. “you crashed this party just to prove a point, to show that you could be part of this world. well, you got what you wanted, didn't you?”
the guests around you whispered in hushed tones, the spectacle of your confrontation captivating their attention. it was as if you and stiles were the stars of a real-life drama, and the white party had become the stage for your reckoning. his expression softened, the anger in his eyes giving way to a hint of sadness. “i never wanted it to be like this, (y/n).”
the vulnerability in his voice struck a chord within you, a reminder of the complicated history you shared. the white party had been the catalyst for a confrontation neither of you had anticipated, but it was also an opportunity to confront the unresolved feelings that lingered beneath the surface.
as the night wore on, you and stiles retreated from the judgmental eyes of the partygoers, finding a secluded corner where the melodrama of the evening could finally give way to a candid conversation. the tension between you was undeniable, but so was the undeniable chemistry that had drawn you together in the first place.
“i don't know if we can ever go back to what we were,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. hw nodded, his gaze fixed on the floor. “maybe we can't, but we can find a way forward. Without all this drama.”
it was a turning point, a moment of vulnerability that allowed you both to confront the mistakes and betrayals that had driven you apart. the white party, once a stage for rivalry and revenge, had become a backdrop for reconciliation and reflection. as the night grew late, you and stiles continued your conversation, no longer focused on getting back at each other but on understanding the complexities of your past. the glamorous world of the elite slowly faded into the background, leaving only the promise of a new beginning for two people whose lives had been entwined in melodrama and intrigue.
the night had grown darker, and the party's extravagant revelry had given way to a quiet, secluded corner of the mansion. you and stiles, your emotions laid bare in your candid conversation, found yourselves in the heart of the mansion's opulent kitchen.
the kitchen was a sanctuary, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the window. the gleaming marble countertops, normally reserved for chefs and caterers, now served as the stage for a different kind of performance. stiles approached you slowly, the distance between you filled with an unspoken tension. his eyes, which had held a hint of sadness moments ago, were now filled with longing.
“i've missed you so much,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath, the words hanging in the air like an unbreakable spell.
you didn't respond with words. instead, you closed the space between you, your lips meeting in a kiss that was both desperate and passionate. it was as if the entire world had faded away, leaving only the two of you in this moment of shared desire and vulnerability.
stiles's hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him. the cold marble of the countertop pressed against your back, a stark contrast to the warmth of his embrace. the kiss deepened, each moment a revelation of the unspoken emotions that had simmered beneath the surface for so long. his lips moved with a familiarity that sent shivers down your spine, a reminder of the connection you had once shared and the intensity of your history together. it was a kiss that transcended the melodrama and intrigue of the white party, a kiss that spoke of forgiveness and the possibility of a new beginning.
the world outside the kitchen seemed to disappear as you and stiles lost yourselves in each other, the weight of your past mistakes and betrayals lifting with each tender touch. it was a moment of catharsis, a moment that signaled a turning point in your tumultuous relationship.
his mouth was relentless, melting into yours. his hands moved from your neck slowly down your chest, pulling at the zipper that held your dress together. you had forgotten you were still in your formal attire until now, as stiles grasped at your collar. his lips continued to melt against yours, melting away any resistance you might have felt. he pulled away for a brief second, a devilish smirk forming as he looked down at you, barely sitting on the countertop.
you made an attempt to form enough space to pull your dress up, but stiles refused to let you move. he watched as you struggled with your zipper, desperate to give yourself to him just hours after your godforsaken rivalry. your heart twisted by the shift of events. your head told you to push him away before things escalated, but the pool between your legs said otherwise.
“you're sure about this?” for a second, you hesitated, but you nodded eagerly, lip tucked between your teeth. you heard the metallic spund of his belt clasp and shortly after it hit the floor, he held onto your knees as he spread your legs further apart. one of his hands was on top of yours, while the other repeatedly thrusted into your slick. he moved his hand to your clit, holding it in place. “you want me that bad, huh?”
in response, all you could do was nod. you felt like you were about to cum at the sensation of his words and the feeling of your clit tingling. suddenly, you felt him inside you, his dick taking all of you with one swift motion. the fullness was overwhelming, leaving you moaning with relief and pleasure. your pussy tightened around him as he repeatedly pounded into you, using a free hand to continue circling around your clit. he grasped at your hip with his other, angling himself as he pushed you further onto his cock. he groaned, “this pussy was made for me.”
your eyes widened as all of your senses grew numb. he continued to fill you up over and over again, the warmth of his length pulsating inside your cunt. his hand grasped your throat, his thumb tucking into your mouth. you bit it in order to suppress your screams, moaning into him, the fear of being discovered as equally overwhelming.
his thumb slipped out of your mouth and your eyes locked. that pished you over the edge. you came all over his length, squeezing his dick with your orgasm, moaning louder than you thought possible as tears began to stream down your cheeks. his eyes stayed glued to yours as they rolled into the back of your head. your juices began to pool beneath your ass, filling the counter top. you wanted to move away from your now oversensitive cunt, but stilws kept your hans secured with his, rubbing your juices with your own fingers into your sensitive bundle of merves. “just a second, baby.”
he began to pound harder into you, filling you more and more with every thrust. you cried out from the sheer amount of him, moving your ass on the countertop to find relief from the moisture that pooled beneath you. with every aggressive thrust, he pulled you closer, bringing his dick even deeper into your pussy. the contrast between his movement and you coming down from your first orgasm was too much—your mind became foggy once more as his dick filled you. you moaned his name, building pressure releasing onto his shoulders again as your pussy swallowed his cock. you could feel him twitch inside your swollen, abused pussy, grinding into you more urgently than before. he released the grip from your hand and used them to pull your hips into him, pushing deeper as he reached his climax, dumping his hot, white inside of you. you both collapsed breathlessly into each other, head laying against his chest.
“i fuck good for a poor guy, don't i?”
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gent-illmatic · 3 months
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Sag Harbour, NY✨ (open house)
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gargyshmub · 7 months
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THE FINE GAME OF NIL
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he points aggressively with his 8350 hands (they're hidden)
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moodboardmix · 10 months
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Hamptons House, Long Island, New York,
CAL Architects
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girlygirlwebdiary · 1 year
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Coastal cowgirl 🤠💕👙☀️
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Hamptons Beach House (3/4)
Living/dining, master suite and floor plans
Yes, I was too lazy to furnish all the bedrooms
Available on the Gallery: @Toutatis17
CC list + Tray Files
Find my latest builds here
more photos of this build
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riptidewaters · 8 months
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Part 2, Lipstick
Nate Archibald x fem! reader (NAMED)
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Charlotte was having a pretty awesome day, just having landed in her summer house in the Hamptons, she had a few hopes that she wanted to complete, including having Nate Archibald as her boyfriend. She got off the helicopter and was escorted to her room, flopping down on her soft bed she sighed dreaming of finally meeting her old friends and that one guy she had liked through 4 boyfriends and two years straight. Her phone buzzed with a text from Blair, ‘Hey! Did you reach yet? The party starts soon. Get here soon!’ She responded with ‘yeah! just landed right now I’ll be there in 15!’ Charlotte walked towards her closet and looked through her choices, finally deciding on a white satin dress with long bell leaves and crossed around the neck.
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She put her hair in a fancy ponytail and put on a fair amount of mascara and lip gloss. Charlotte looked in the mirror and smiled, walking out of the room she grabbed a pair of white Steve Madden boots and walked towards her white Corvette, sitting in it and driving off towards the party venue. She reached n about 20 minutes, Charlotte looked around for familiar faces, especially the one of Nathaniel Archibald. And when she finally did spot him......he was passionately kissing one of her good friends, Serena Van der Woodsen.
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Charlotte stared at the couple with a gobsmacked expression, ‘Astonishing isn’t it?’ Charlotte turned around facing a smirking Charles, a.k.a. Chuck Bass standing behind her, ‘Chuck!’ she exclaimed, plastering a smile on her face and pulling the taller man in for a tight hug. Pulling away she smiled tightly, ‘It’s been so long! How are you?’, Chuck sighed, ‘I have been better, to be honest...’ he grabbed a bottle of champagne from the table beside them, ‘Care for a drink?’. Charlotte smiled, ‘You know I don’t...’ And that’s when the hurricane called Blair Waldorf made its debut.
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Charlotte!’ Blair squealed, hugging her tightly, ‘You look gorgeous!’ She said. Charlotte grinned, ‘As do you!’. Blair finally noticed Chuck and looked at him in disgust, turning her attention back to Charlotte she smiled again, ‘How about we meet my new Boyfriend?’, ‘Oh! I would love to!’ Charlotte said, turning towards Chuck, ‘You coming?’. He smiled, ‘I’d rather not.’ She looked confused, her gaze travelling from Blair to Chuck ‘Oookkkk?’. Blair animatedly started to talk about what she had missed, pulling Charlotte‘s hand towards Marcus. Chuck sighed, staring at the bottle of champagne in his hand.
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Stopping suddenly, Charlotte’s eyes fell on Blair’s Boyfriend, ‘Charlotte, Marcus, Marcus Charlotte!’ She introduced them, and Charlotte politely smiled at the couple, ‘Nice to meet you!’ She exclaimed, shaking his hand. Blair kissed Marcus, ‘Isn’t he gorgeous?’ She asked clutching his arm, ‘Also! He’s a lord!’ She said smiling even wider. Charlotte nodded, ‘Wait really? That’s awesome Blair!’. Her gaze travelled to Serena and Nate, now looking into each other’s eyes with love sick smiles. Charlotte felt tears starting to flood in her eyes, she muttered ‘I’m going to get a vitamin water’ and rushed away wiping the tears from her eyes.
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‘Shit! I’m so sorry!’ Charlotte looked up upon hearing the voice who had just bumped into her, she stood up, ‘Oh, it’s no problem! It was kind of my fault! I wasn’t really looking at where I was headed…’ The man smiled at her, ‘No, I’m pretty sure it was mine,’ He said, ‘I’m Dan -Dan Humphrey, speaking of, I haven’t really seen you here before, I’m kinda of proud to say that even though I hate these snobby people- I know each and every one of them.’ He proudly said, putting a faint smile on Charlotte’s face, ‘Wait-‘ his smile dropped, ‘Unless- are the daughter of one of these snobby rich people?’ She laughed looking at his white face, ‘No- no! I’m an old friend of Blair, Serena, Chuck and Nate’ her voice trembled while saying his name. Dan looked relieved, ‘Oh! Well I am-was Serena’s Boyfriend.’ Then he muttered under his breath, ‘I had come to win her back, until I saw her lip-locking with the blonde beauty.’ Charlotte sadly smiled, ‘Yeah- no I understand what you’re going through, I have liked Nate for 2 years straight.’ Dan looked surprised, ‘Really?, well it was kind of a shock to too them together and kissing to be honest.’ He remarked.
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‘Dan? Charlotte?, What are you guys doing here and together?’ Serena walked up behind Dan, holding her dress up and looking completely puzzled. ‘Serena! It totally worked! Catherine just told me to meet her in the…’ Nate cheerfully started saying not noticing Charlotte and Dan staring at them open-mouthed, ‘Charlotte?’ And that’s when he noticed her, a look of confusion and surprise in his blue orbs.
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Part 3 is now out!
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dreaming of that old money ralph lauren coastal granddaughter hamptons summer 🌷🪽🫶🏼
insp by my pinterest
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i-am-roadrunner · 5 months
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katherynwinnick: HAMPTONS
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