#the devils playground

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The Elites

The self-proclaimed Kings (and Queen) of New York.

Alexander Rockwell: Son of one of the most infamous men in the city, the Rockwells come with a legacy that few can live up to. Alex does it without even trying.

Blaine Archibald: Nate Archibald's oldest child has some big shoes to fill. Blaine does it well. While currently he has no interest in politics like his father, he's on track to graduate from law school early. And no one needs to know what this Golden Boy does behind closed doors.

Camden Hayworth: Tall, dark, and (allegedly) deadly. A pretty face with a terrible anger problem. Everyone knows not to mess with Camden, but the reasons for this depend on what rumors you've heard.

Clover Baizen: Most people think that, as the sole girl of the group, Clover is the weak link. Those people learn quickly that despite the sweet smile and baby doll dresses, Clover is just as ruthless as her friends and brother.

Declan Davenport: There is a darkness behind Prince Davenport's eyes, a Darkness that he does his best to hide behind a bright grin and a laissez-faire attitude, but he can't hide it forever.

Xavier Lockwood: The 'nice guy' of the group, Xavier is the one who holds the secrets. He's also not at all afraid to use those secrets to ruin someone's life. An artist at heart, he sees the beauty in the world, but also the harsh ugliness that comes with it. And he's not about to let that ugly touch him or the people he loves.

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Prompt: Alex catches Imogen trying to get into Euphoria

"Fuck, baby, just like that." Alex's hand tangled in thick dark hair, encouraging the woman under his desk to move faster, to take his cock deeper. She whined as he forced another inch down her throat, her nails digging into his leg as a warning. He didn't let up, thrusting his hips up again before pulling back to let her breathe. As soon as she had the air, she coughed and sputtered, pushing him back. Alex leaned forward, gripping her chin, slick with drool. 

"If you can't take it, then I'll find someone who can." He warned. The woman's chest heaved and he could see in her eyes the debate between cussing him out as she stormed off and giving in, letting him fuck her mouth and throat like the slut she wanted to be. Finally, she relaxed, opening her mouth. 

"Good girl." He purred. he was about to get back to it when the knock came. 

"Mr. Rockwell?" The door opened and one of the bartenders popped their head in. "There is a kid here with a fake ID, pretty sure she's your sister." 

Alex's eyes narrowed and he pushed the girl away, checking the cameras. They had them in the entry, for sure. And sure enough, standing there with a look of impatience, the same spoiled princess look that Alex saw on Cordelia all the time, Imogen. 

"Goddammit." He tucked his cocked into his pants and stood. "I'll be right there. You stay here." He ordered the woman. "do not fucking touch yourself while I'm gone." He stood and stormed out of the room. He had to pull himself together, he had to put on a happy face for Imogen. He had to be the good big brother, the responsible big brother. Never mind the drug cocktail he had downed before inviting Miley up to his office for a fuck. He pushed his hair out of his face and by the time he was in the entryway, he at least looked human again, even if he didn't feel it. 

Imogen was still in the entry, tapping her foot impatiently. 

"Let me see the ID?" Alex asked. She whirled at the sound of his voice, her eyes widening. 

"Of course, Mr. Rockwell." The attendant leaned over so he could take it from her. 

It was Cordelia's ID, her expired ID. 

"Uh-huh. Interesting, because this is my older sister, and you, Bug, do not look like my older sister." Alex quirked an eyebrow. He hadn't given a ton of thought to what he would do if his younger siblings showed an interest in the club. It would probably be the same thing he did for Cordelia which was to get them access but avoid them at the club. However, the next in line to cross that bridge with was Connor, not the fifteen-year-old standing in front of him, a pout already forming. "I'll take care of this." He assured the young lady behind the counter. "Immy, you took up her time, she deserves a tip." Alex gestured. 

"Then tip her." Imogen seemed genuinely confused. 

"I'm not the one who wasted her time." He nodded at his sister's bag. She huffed but dug into her purse pulling out a twenty and handing it over. "Thank you." He placed a hand on his younger sister's back, guiding her out of the club and onto the busy sidewalk. He could have turned around, told her to go home, and finally gotten the release he so desperately needed but something about leaving his sister out on the streets this late at night felt like a very, very bad idea. 

"I wasn't going to do anything. I just wanted to see the club." Imogen insisted as Alex led her away from the crowds of people. He could have taken her to his car but while he was willing to drive himself while impaired, he wasn't going to do it with Imogen in the car. So, off to burgers and fries at the Clown-a-burger circus-themed nightmare that was open twenty-four-seven down the street from the club that was awful and garish and had the best fries in the state of New York. 

"and you can, in three years," Alex answered. 

"But I don't want to wait that long, I want to know now," Imogen whined. Alex pushed the door open to the restaurant and they were blasted with the smell of french fry grease. "Is this place my punishment?" 

"No, I need food." If he was going to get Imogen home, he needed to sober up a little which was a huge waste of a good high. But he knew better than to go to his mother's house under any real influence. He'd learned he could get away with a little bit of a high, she just thought he was in a good mood, but he had a feeling she'd see right through him if he showed up in the state he was in now. Alex sniffed, tapping the side of his thumb under his nose to make sure there was no blood- he was good. 

"Why can't I just go look? they didn't even realize I wasn't Cordelia." Imogen insisted, in the light of the restaurant he could see that she'd done what she could to make herself look like Cordelia, he was pretty sure the clothes were some Del had left at their parents' house and the makeup was more Cordelia's style. She'd put in the effort, he had to give her that. 

"They did, that's why they came to get me. and you can't go in because the club will get in trouble." He hadn't had the club for terribly long and they were still doing a lot of work to fix it up, to make it into the best sex club the city had ever seen and it took time but even what they had now was better than what it used to be. "And because you don't need to be in there. It's not for kids."

"I'm not a kid-"

"You're a kid." Alex rolled his eyes going up to the counter. The poor employee at the register looked about as thrilled to be there as Alex was. "Order of Big Top Fries. Immy, what do you want?"

"To get into Euphoria."

"A  Three Ring Milkshake," Alex ordered instead. He paid for the food and moved to wait for the order to come up. When it did, he snagged them and led her to a table. it was late enough, but also early enough that the place wasn't super busy. When the bars and clubs started to close for the night they'd be packed again. "You're too young." He repeated, "But- in three years, on your eighteenth birthday, I will grant you membership to the club if that's what you want. Just as long as I don't have to see any of your business." 

"Really? You will?" Imogen narrowed her eyes at him. 

"Swear it, just like I do for Cordelia." Imogen seemed to think on that for a moment before grabbing the shake he had gotten for her. 

"Deal." 

"Deal." He agreed, staring at the fries. 

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Nan Goldin - The devils playground

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Never were there two sister more different than the Covington girls. Hard working, reliable Ava and irresponsible party girl Gigi. Two sides of the same coin.

But if you fucked with one, you'd face the wrath of them both.

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"Do you even know what that is?" Demitri asked, his eyes wide. I placed my hands on my hips, I could have told him that I'd known that man since the day I was born. That he'd slept over at my house, shared a bed with my brother. He ate my birthday cake every year since 2019- but that felt like over kill.

"Enlighten me."

"That's Alexander Rockwell- He's the heir to one of the biggest companies in the world. He is- basically American Royalty." Demitri's voice got rapidly more intense, but also quieter with every word out of his mouth.

"Yeah, well maybe more people should tell Prince Rockwell to go fuck himself. Shrink is big, stupid head." I looked over my shoulder where the man was still leaning against his car, waiting for me to give in and get the ride from him. "Let's just go." I gestured for Demitri to lead the way.

"I... don't think that's a great idea, Cove." Demitri shook his head, slowly backing up. "I'll talk to you in class." He insisted, before turning on his heel and speed walking away.

"You have to be freaking kidding me," I growled. Fine, I'd order an Uber. I'd walk my ass home before I'd get in the car with that jerk.

"Would you look at that. You need a ride. and I'm right here." I jumped at the sound of Alex's voice directly behind me, the distraction making it easy for him to slip the phone from my hand.

"Give it back!"

"Get in the car." I tried to snag my phone but Alex yanked his arm back. "Just get in the car Cove, you could have been home by now if you weren't acting like a child."

I was going to murder Alex. And I wasn't sure any jury would convict me.

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