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captainpulisic · 1 year

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take my hand, wreck my plans - m. mount

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you had grabbed masons phone because he had asked you to. he had texted one of the boys a question hours ago and asked you to check if there was a response. there wasn’t anything strange about this, you and mason were friends who were close enough to check each other's phones. he was too occupied playing fifa, anyway.

yet, as soon as you put in his passcode and his home screen greets you (a picture of the both of you with summer), a notification pops up at the top. its a message from a… priscilla?

tomorrow is good for me, i can’t wait <3

you stare at the screen in shock, even long after the message has disappeared from the screen. of course you expected mason to be talking to girls, why wouldn’t he? he’s handsome, charming and really nice. you should feel happy for him, he deserves to find someone and maybe this priscilla is that someone. okay ouch, just the thought of that being true hurt more than you had anticipated.

“what’d chris say?”

“hm? oh yeah,” quickly diverting back to your original mission. “he said no, to ask kai.”

mason hums at that, finishing his latest game. before he can start another match, you lean your head on his shoulder, facing him.

“so, wanna hang out tomorrow?” you ask, nonchalantly.

“er i can’t, sorry love.” he pauses before continuing. “i have plans.”

“what type of plans?”

“with a friend, might meet up with them.”

“you have other friends besides me? i thought only i had the privilege of knowing you.” you feign shock. “do i know who this lucky person is?”

his cheeks get a tint red, “you don’t know her, i think.”

you poke his cheek at this, “her? you have plans with a her? sounds like you have a date to me, masey.”

he rolls his eyes, “she texted me back didn’t she?”

“hmm? I don't recall what you’re talking about.”

“you're just so nosey, aren’t you?” playfully, he taps your nose twice. you both can’t help but laugh as you continue to feign ignorance.

giving him an innocent smile, “i do have a nose, thank you for finally noticing.”

“smart ass.”

you keep up this charade. laughing and teasing him about his impending date because if you really thought about it, you’re sure you'd want to lay down and cry. you love him, you’ve loved him for quite some time. and just because you’re too afraid to admit it doesn’t mean he can’t find someone who will tell him they’re interested. mason deserves to be loved, and to be told he’s loved. and you love him just enough to stand aside and let him be loved by whomever he wants, even if it's not you. it’s all very bittersweet.

“it’s getting late, I should get going.” you begin to grab your belongings, forcing a smile in his direction. before he can protest, you’re already heading down the hallway. he’s not slow to follow. “hope your plans go well.”

he pulls you in for a hug and kisses your nose when you pull away, “text me when you’re home, okay? bye nosey.”

as you begin the short distance to your own flat, your heart hurts even more. thoughts full of mason and her won’t leave you alone. how can someone so beautiful make you feel so horrible?

the next day, the grey clouds are more present in the london sky than ever. a perfect reflection of your horrid mood. barely forcing yourself to get up, you hear your phone buzz with a new message.

getting ready for my plans :) just wanted to let you know that the boys are getting together later tonight at the usual spot. they want you to stop by and I do too. friend and I will probably head there after.

okay, that hurt. how can he say ‘i want you there’ but then mention he’s bringing his date along? he truly will be the death of you, you swear. before getting the chance to type up some half hearted response, an incoming call from sophia pops up.

as soon as you accept, “she lives!”

“hey soph, everything alright?”

“no, we haven’t seen you in forever!” sophia scoffs, “mason keeps you all to himself!”

you can barely make out kai in the background, “the lover boy has to let everyone know she's taken.”

letting out a dry laugh, you tell sophia to tell kai to shut it. “yeah, well my supposed lover boy is currently on a date with someone else, so.”

“oh, that’s not-”

cutting her off, not wanting to go into more details of masons love life, that doesn’t include you. “are you guys going to this thing later tonight?”

sophias lovely voice is undeterred, “of course, we are! why? aren’t you?”

“i’m not entirely sure,” you hesitate. sophia was one of the few people you told about your unreciprocated crush. she always told you tell him, to put yourself out there. she swore on all the stars that he felt the same way, that ‘it was obvious to everyone’ mason was in love with you. she promised that you two were meant to be, you both just couldn’t see it yet. in a low whisper, “what if it’s weird? he’s bringing her by, he told me himself.”

you hear kai protest, followed by several moments of shushing and heated, argumentative whispers. you stand by while you hear them lowly bicker and sophia send him away. tone full of sympathy, “i don’t know why he’d bring her but you should still come. we’ve all been wanting to see you and i know mason will be really disappointed if you're not there.”

as if she can hear your internal battle with your thoughts, she adds a hopeful, “please?”

“oh, alright. just please don’t leave me alone with them at any moment.”

the club is too noisy for your liking. the music is louder than usual and there's twice as many people. everyone seems to be having a good time, trying to forget the string of bad luck they’ve had with recent games. well, everyone except you. your mind is running a mile a minute, dreading the moment mason shows up with her.

this bad feeling wasn’t going away, especially when you realised everyone was here, minus him. was the date going so well that they had lost track of time, lost in each others presence? were they already in love and eloping? god, you needed another drink.

you’re sat at one of the booths, opposite sophia and kai. she’s kept true to her word, sticking by you to make sure you’re not alone when the impending doom comes. they’re both drinking and enjoying the night, making sure to include you in all the conversations. you’ve tried to contribute and match their moods, not wanting to bring them down. it just wasn’t working. your brain won’t shut up about mason and it’s become quite depressing.

kai slides you a shot glass filled with who knows what, “drink, you’ll feel better.”

trying to muster up a genuine smile, “thanks, I just don’t feel too well tonight.”

sophia and him exchange a long look before they give you a sympathetic smile. they’ve seen the sadness in your eyes and how you keep glancing at the entrance behind them. you can see them having a conversation, an argument with their eyes. sophia reaches across the table to grab your hand, “we can leave, want us to walk you home?”

“no, stay, enjoy your night off.” you begin to get up and gather your stuff. trying to give them your best, fake smile, “it’s not far and I could use this time to think.”

“going straight home?” kai ask, not looking up as he’s too busy texting.

“straight home- i'll text you when i’m there.” you direct the last part to sophia, giving a small wave as you leave the booth.

stepping out into the cold night, you’re met with a busy crowd of people walking on the sidewalks. the world seems so happy tonight, even the stars are shining bright. it’s as if they're all mocking you right now.

as you continue down the road, your traitorous mind begins to think about mason. you’re reflecting on your unrequited love, on how he’s never shown to feel the same about you. the universe was cruel for having you meet the sweetest, most handsome man on the planet and making him just your friend. every step you take brings forward a detail you love about him. how he throws his head back when he laughs, how he actually laughs with his whole body. how he always has to be touching you one way or another, let it be a hand on your lower back or your pinkies interlocked (something all good friends probably do, right?). another step, another thought of how he’s always the first person you want to tell good and bad news to. once, he confided that he thought the exact same thing about you, and said he “just wanted to tell you everything, always”. you’re positive you’d follow that man to the ends of the earth.

years of pining and yearning and obsessively waiting for just a crumb of attraction back. that’s all you’ve ever asked the universe for. you scoff to yourself as you round the street to your flat. if the universe was ever so kind, it’d deliver mason to your doorstep, wrapped up in a bow.

once you’re stood in front of your door, you keep true to your word and dial sophias number.

“hey soph,” you can barely hear her response, the club music bleeding out from the background. digging your keys out of your bag, you continue, “well, i just wanted to let you know I just got home.”

“oh, uhm good,” she sounds hesitant. “is mason not there yet?”

what?

“no.” you trail off. “why the bloody hell would mason be here?”

instead of answering, she hangs up. or maybe the signal was too weak that the call disconnected. still confused by her question and lack of answers, you call her again. no answer. you call again, no answer. more muddled than before, you dial kai’s number. maybe sophias phone just died?

too busy cursing kai for not answering either, you don't hear the car parking right in front of you. the universe was being too cruel to you today, it was really unfair.

when you do notice the looming car in the dimly lit street, you panic. frantically, you’re trying to find your pepper spray as a shadowy figure gets out of the car. your voice cracks, “don’t come any closer! i’ve been trained in the arts of karate!”

“you took one lesson when you were nine, spare me.”

you hear masons laugh as he says it. your body betrays you and instantly relaxes when it hears that wonderful sound. it feels like home and spring and everything nice.

“mason,” you're confused and sad and in love and your heart won’t stop beating a mile a minute. in seconds, he’s met you at the tops of the stairs. “what are you doing here? didn’t you have those plans with your special friend?”

“i did.” the idiot has the audacity to blush. cheeks rosy and he’s looking very shy all of a sudden. gone is all the confidence he’s always oozing. “but the more time i tried to spend with her, the more i realized i couldn’t be there because i was in love with someone else.”

“cheers.” you force a weak smile. “good news for you, bad news for your friend.”

you don’t know what else to say. knowing he’s on a date with someone hurts but him flat out telling you he’s already in love with a different girl? it’s a knife to the heart.

mason looks at you in disbelief. he couldn’t believe you weren’t getting what he was trying to confess to you. “yeah well, i told kai to try to stall you while I got to the club but he texted me, freaking out, that you were leaving. told me to come straight here, instead.”

“why?” you take a step back, anxious about where this is going.

“why?” he repeats, taking a step closer to you. “so I could tell the girl that I love, that I’m stupidly in love with her. and to hope she’ll say it back.”

“you’re in love with me?” you’re barely able to whisper. you have to point a finger to your chest, still not convinced he could be talking about you.

“yes,” he takes another step closer when you take another one back. “I kept dragging the date along, hoping to feel an ounce of what I feel when we’re together and I couldn’t. I probably sound like a complete prick saying I realized my feelings for you while on a date with someone else, i’m sorry. but I just kept wishing it was you with me, I kept hoping to hear your voice. I love your voice, have I ever even told you that? because I do, it’s really lovely. just like your face, I think your face is really lovely. everything about you, really.”

he was rambling, and gods help him, it looked like he hadn't exhaled once throughout his whole speech. you kept trying to say something, hoping to give him a chance to catch his breath. but just like him, your brain was short circuiting.

“you love me?” was all you could manage. your mind still couldn’t comprehend this was truly happening. the universe couldn’t be this kind.

“I have for the longest time, I was just too dense to realize it.”

“oh god, mason!” you can’t help but laugh at this bizarre situation. “i’ve loved you since forever but I didn’t think you felt the same. ask sophia, she knows. kai probably knows, too.”

“no way,” mason shakes his head, looking down at you. “he would always tell me to ask you out but i’d tell him you’d never see me that way. he called me stupid many, many times.”

“so everyone knew we were two idiots that couldn’t see we loved each other?” you look up at him, baffled. at this point, he had trapped you between him and the front door. him pressed against you, hands sneaking around your waist. instinctively, your hands find their way onto his shoulders. his body heat was making you feel dizzy, you didn’t even try to fight the lovesick smile on your face.

“‘m afraid so, love.”

from an outsider's perspective (sophia and kai and, basically, the whole team), it was kind of endearing how you two could be so dense to such obvious pining. yet, at the same time, very frustrating.

you had imagined kissing mason millions of times. you imagined how soft his lips would be, if those ridiculously expensive breath mints he was always chewing really did taste like strawberries. you had spent countless nights dreaming of how he would hold you, of how gentle or in control he would be.

for the first time tonight, you decide to have courage and meet mason halfway. here he is, putting his heart on his sleeve and the least you can do is the same. bodies already together, all you need to do is raise your tiptoes and brush his lips. it’s shy and nervous, more of a touch than a kiss. that’s not enough to satisfy mason, though. not wanting to wait any longer, his hands go up to your head and bring your mouth to his.

and your imagination? nothing compared to the real thing. it’s messy and desperate and you feel both of you smile into it. oh, those stupid mints really do work.

you only pull away when it is absolutely necessary for air and not a second sooner. both of you adorn stupidly sick smiles as he tries to chase your lips. trying to find something to say, you’re at a loss for words. your mind hasn’t been able to recover, mentally doing somersaults. you finally have him, the way you’ve wanted him for the longest time. so why speak? nothing else has to be said right now. you both know everything you want to say to each other. in a way, you two have always known. plus, how could you say anything else when he’s already leaning in for another kiss?

loving mason was a wonderful thing but having him love you back? the gods and universe and fates couldn’t have given you anything more heavenly.

#mason mount fluff #mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount x you

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sophsicle · 1 year

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you ruined igloos for me you sick bastard

what

#i'm sorry #I"m having a brain malfunction #when did I talk about igloos #soph rambles

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tessa-liam · 2 months

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Marabelle Series

The Game of Kings

Chapter 10

Choices – The Royal Romance, AU – (cross-over with Rules of Engagement)

Series Premise – An American teenager from New York City is introduced to the world of a small European country and its society of royalty, nobility, and commoners. How will her life story be transformed? Will this new adventure bring her happiness...or regret?

Marabelle Series Masterlist

Main Pairing – Prince Liam Rys x F!OC Lady Sophia (Sophie) Taylor

Other Pairings – Maxwell Beaumont x M!OC Daniel (from NYC), Drake Walker x F! OC Melanie Smithson

Most characters belong to Pixelberry Studios

Series Rating – M*🔞Warnings: this series will have NSFW material, crude language & innuendo.

Not Beta’d - Please excuse all errors.

Category – Alternate universe/on-going series/angst/fluff/cross-over with Choices Rules of Engagement

Words: 2483

The Game of Kings – Chapter 10

Chapter Summary – Liam and Sophie practice for the charity polo match. Leo is on a cruise ship in the Mediterranean where he meets a woman. Speaking with his father, Leo abdicates the throne. Liam sends Sophie a Valentine’s Day gift.

Music Inspiration: Everything Has Changed, Taylor Swift (feat Ed Sheeren)

A/N1: Bethany Beaumont, Maxwell’s mother, is originally from the U.S. and is Barthelemy Beaumont’s second wife. Annabelle Beaumont (deceased) is Bertrand’s mother.

A/N2: ‘Social Season’ in this AU series refers to a traditional period in the spring/summer for royalty and members of the court to take part in Balls, dinner parties and charity events.

A/N3: My submission for Choices Flashfics @choicesflashfics, Week #72, prompt 2 - “I wasn’t the one to walk away. You were....”

A/N4: My submission for Choices Holidays Valentine’s Day Prompts 2024 - Be my valentine/I love you @choicesprompts, @choicesholidays

.......All I know since yesterday

Is that everything changed.......

The Cordonian Royal Polo Club

After adjusting the strap on Marabelle's harness, Sophie accepted the polo mallet from an attendant. She was in her element today; any time spent riding her horse was a joy but spending time with Liam, on top of that ...this was a dream come true.

When Liam invited her to join his polo team, she was over the moon. To be personally invited to join him was extremely flattering. Her heartbeat raced and butterflies danced inside anytime and every time she thought of him.

‘Remembering that beautiful Sunday afternoon while working on a paper for class on the terrace of the Beaumont estate, Sophie looked up, pleasantly surprised to see Liam and Maxwell come into view.

“Good afternoon, Sophie.” Liam smiled warmly as he walked up to her table. “Hard at work as always, I see.”

“Oh, hello, Liam. Maxwell.” Sophie stood, moving her laptop to the side.

Liam bent down to kiss her cheek and waited for her to sit back down before he took a seat himself at the glass patio table.

“Yes, just trying to get this paper finished before the deadline.”

Maxwell, grinning mischievously, “Ah, the diligent scholar. Little blossom, take a break for a moment. Liam has something he would like to ask you.”

“Oh?” Sophie smiled, curiously looking at Liam.

Clearing his throat, a hint of nervousness in his demeanor, “well, I know your love and passion for horses. And as you know, there is a fundraising event planned for flooding relief in Portavira on Valentine’s Day.

Sophie nods sadly, “Yes, I have heard of that tragedy; It is heartbreaking.”

Taking a breath, Liam continued. “Indeed...I was wondering if you would consider joining my polo team. Your skills would be invaluable, and I can assure you, we would make quite the formidable duo on the field.”

Clearly taken aback, but flattered, “Oh, Liam, I ... I don’t know what to say.”

“Say yes, Soph! It’ll be a fantastic experience, and I can personally vouch for Liam’s team being a lot of fun. ‘Ya know, cuz I am on it.” Maxwell chuckled.

Sophie smiled, touched by their enthusiasm, “well, how can I refuse such a charming invitation? I'd be honored to join your team, Liam.”

Liam, grinning widely, “wonderful! I knew I could count on you, Sophie. This event is going to be legendary, mark my words. Thank you, love.”’

Practicing today for the Portavira Charity Polo match, Sophie, along with Liam, Drake, Melanie and Maxwell were in the field taking turns with knock-ins.

She looked over to the sideline and spotted Liam watching her intently. He gave her a small wave and she waved back with a smile.

"Let's go, girl," Sophie urged her horse.

Marabelle broke into a gallop, Sophie leaning forward and keeping pace.

Liam watched as Sophie rode toward the goal, her posture perfect, her movements smooth and confident.

Sophie raised her mallet and struck the ball, sending it sailing through the air.

"Nice shot," Liam called out.

“Yes!” Sophie cried out as she turned back down the field to where Liam was standing.

"You're a natural out there!"

"Thanks," Sophie replied, blushing. Liam offered his hand as she dismounted Marabelle. "I love riding.”

"So, are you looking forward to the match tomorrow?"

"I am," Sophie said. "I'm a little nervous, too. It's my first time playing in front of a crowd."

"You'll be great," Liam assured her. "And we'll be a great team."

“Will the entire team meet today?”

“Yes, you will meet Rashad and Tariq this afternoon.”

“Are we interrupting?” Drake asked hesitantly as he and Melanie walked over.

"Hey guys ... of course not," Liam answered.

"How's practice going?" Melanie asked.

"Great," Liam and Sophie replied in unison, both grinning, sharing coy smiles.

"Looks like you've got a winning team, Liam." Melanie grinned, noticing Sophie move closer to his side.

"Thanks," Liam replied, a wide grin on his face.

“I think so, too,” Liam winked at Sophie, who smiled softly in return.

“We only have 7 players though. Leo flew out of Cordonia last night.” Drake shot Liam a concerned look, making a mental note of asking Liam about his brother’s absence after practice.

"We're gonna have so much fun," Drake grinned.

"You're playing, too?" Sophie asked, surprised.

"Of course. You didn't think Liam would let me miss the opportunity to beat him, did you?"

"We'll see about that," Liam smirked.

"Oh, it's on," Drake replied, a competitive glint in his eyes.

"Don't worry, we'll kick their asses," Melanie said to Sophie.

"Yes, we will," Sophie agreed, laughing.

As Drake and Melanie left to finish their rounds, Liam and Sophie continued practicing. Their easy banter and playfulness made it clear to anyone watching that there was a definite attraction between them.

... And the way Liam looked at her when their eyes met, his gaze filled with admiration and affection...it made Sophie's heart race.

She could only imagine how good it would feel to be in his arms again, his lips on hers.

The thought made her blush, and she tried to push it aside, focusing on the game. But the feeling remained, simmering beneath the surface as they walked their horses to the stable.

"You're incredible," Liam murmured as they left the field.

"Thank you," Sophie replied, grinning. "You weren't so bad yourself."

"High praise coming from you," he teased.

"I mean it," Sophie said, her tone serious. Liam reached over and took her hand in his as the stable hands led the horses to their stalls.

With a gentle smile, “high praise indeed, Sophie. And I assure you, I mean it. Your talent with Marabelle is unmatched.”

Their hands remained clasped as they walked to the clubhouse.

Azamara Cruise Ship, off the Italian coast, Mediterranean Sea

As the luxury ship cruised through the Mediterranean Sea, the sun was setting in a vibrant display of reds and oranges.

Leo stood on the deck, admiring the view, lost in thought.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

He turned to see a young woman standing beside him, her blond hair blowing in the breeze.

"It is," he agreed, turning his attention back to the sunset.

"I'm Katie, by the way."

"Leo."

"Nice to meet you," Katie said, offering her hand.

"Likewise," Leo replied, shaking her hand.

"So, Leo, what brings you out here? On a pleasure cruise?"

"Just needed to get away for a bit."

"Yeah, me too," Katie replied.

"It's been a tough week," Leo confided.

"Really, how so?" Katie asked.

"I had to make a decision that changed the course of my life."

"That's heavy," Katie replied. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really," Leo admitted. "I'd rather just try to forget about it for a while."

"Fair enough," Katie replied. "So, tell me, Leo, what do you do for fun?"

Leo laughed. "Honestly? Not much."

"Seriously?" Katie challenged.

"Yeah. I have a pretty serious job, and I'm usually focused on that.”

"Well, that's no good," Katie replied. "You need to have some fun, too.”

"What do you do for fun, Katie?"

"Everything!" she exclaimed. "I love exploring new places, trying new things, meeting new people."

"Sounds exciting.” Leo chuckled, turning his body towards her.

"It is," she went on. "And it's made me a lot more open-minded and adventurous.”

"Adventurous, huh?" Leo asked, intrigued by her temerity.

"Yeah," Katie said, grinning.

"Well, I could use a little adventure in my life."

"Then come with me," she said, holding out her hand.

Leo hesitated for a moment, then took her hand.

Katie led him down to the pool area, where several people were lounging and enjoying the warm evening air.

"Come on," she said, tugging him along.

"Where are we going?"

"To the hot tub," she replied.

Leo followed her to the hot tub and watched as she slipped out of her cover-up, revealing a white bikini underneath.

She stepped into the hot tub and turned to look at him.

"Well, are you coming?" Her eyebrow raised.

Leo could not resist her invitation. He quickly removed his clothes down to his boxers and joined her in the hot tub.

"Ahhh, this is nice," he sighed, sinking into the warm water.

"Isn't it?" Katie agreed, her body glistening in the soft light.

"So, what do you do for fun, Leo?"

"I'm a crown prince," Leo said. "So, my life is pretty much dedicated to duty."

"That doesn't sound very fun," Katie said, frowning.

"It's not," Leo admitted, noting her non-chalance of his mention of his title.

"Well, I'm sure we can find something fun for you to do," she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"I'm sure we can," he agreed, his heart beginning to race.

"How long are you on the cruise for?" Katie asked.

"The rest of the week," Leo replied.

"Perfect," Katie said. "We have plenty of time to get into some trouble."

"Trouble, huh?"

"Don't worry," she said, laughing. "I won't get you in too much trouble.

"I'm counting on it," Leo replied, his gaze locked on hers.

"You are a flirt, Leo."

"I can't help it," he said, his voice low. This woman was everything that Madeleine wasn't.

"You're very flirtable."

Katie laughed. "I'm sure that's not a word, but I'll take the compliment."

"Good," he said, smiling.

"So, what's your story, Katie?"

"My story?"

"Yeah. What brings you out here? On a pleasure cruise?"

"Same thing as you," Katie replied.

"An escape..."

Beaumont Estate, Ramsford, Cordonia

Sophie woke to the sound of knocking on her door. Groggily, she pulled herself out of bed and stumbled across the room. She opened the door to see Daniel standing there, a huge grin on his face and a bouquet of long-stemmed red roses in his hands.

"Good morning, Squirrel," he chirped.

"Morning, Dan. What are you doing here so early?"

"I wanted to bring these to you before you left for the polo match."

"Wow, they're beautiful," Sophie said, accepting the bouquet. "Thank you."

"They're not from me, silly. They're from your prince..."

"Oh," Sophie blushed.

"Here's the note," Daniel said, handing her a small envelope.

"Be my Valentine," Sophie read, her heart racing.

"Aww, that's so sweet," Daniel smiled. "He's really smitten with you."

"I guess so," Sophie replied, still a bit stunned.

"So, are you excited about the game today?"

"Yeah, I am," Sophie said. "I just hope I don't mess up."

"You'll be fine," Daniel assured her. "I have complete faith in you."

"Thanks, Dan," Sophie said, giving him a hug.

"You're welcome, Squirrel."

Sophie spent the rest of the morning getting ready for the polo match, her heart fluttering every time she lookrd at her roses. She couldn't believe he had sent her such a romantic gift, and she was eager to see him... to thank him personally.

Cordonian Royal Palace

The morning of the charity polo match, King Constantine was getting dressed when his attendant informed him of an incoming international call.

“Sir, your son, Leo, is on line one."

Constantine was surprised and concerned, and at once picked up the phone.

"Son, what's wrong? Where are you?"

"Father, I had to get away. I had to think."

"What's there to think about, Leo? Your duty is clear. Your kingdom needs you."

"But I don't want this," Leo said, his voice thick with emotion. "I never wanted this."

"Son, I know it's not easy, but we all have to do things we don't want to. It's part of being royalty."

"... that's the burden we bear."

"I can't do it," Leo said. "I won't."

"You must," Constantine said, his tone firm.

"No, I won't. I would rather give up my title than marry Madeleine."

"I'm sorry, son, but you don't have a choice."

"Then I'll abdicate," Leo said, his voice shaking.

"Leo, where are you now? Are you somewhere safe?"

"I'm on a cruise ship in the Mediterranean."

"You are, what?! You are the Crown Prince. You need to return home right away."

"I won't," Leo replied somberly.

"Leo, listen to me. Your place is here, in Cordonia. You just can’t walk away."

“I have. Liam will be a better King," Leo insisted.

"Leo! You ...."

“Father," Leo interrupted.

"When have you ever put me or Liam first?”

“I wasn’t the one to walk away. You were....”, Constantine admonished.

Leo remained quiet, steadfast in his decision.

"Leo, please," Constantine replied, his voice pleading.

"Goodbye, Father," Leo said, and then he hung up the phone.

Constantine stood there, stunned.

.......All I know since yesterday

Is that everything changed.......

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Times I Remember Well

(and Some That I Don’t)

Part 3

author’s note: Thank you for reading this ridiculous story. Now for the good stuff.

pairing: female!OCxjake

time frame: 2016-2018

word count: almost 7.8k this part

warnings: language, underage drinking (implied), mentions of sex and sexual situations, nudity, oral (m. and f. receiving), unprotected penetrative sex

You know how most people’s lives change pretty drastically when they move away for college?

What, were you expecting me to claim that I was different, special in some way?

I’m not.

If you’re wondering, Sam and I were fine. I guess he’d matured enough to keep speaking to me when he found out I’d almost fucked his brother. I was still immature enough to give him a classic three day long silent treatment over the whole Sam said he thought you were fucking that guy you dated thing.

I even made him agree to never bring me up to Jake again. Ever.

Anyway, my first semester of college kind of kicked my ass. I was smart enough, but I couldn’t decide on a major and it made the whole experience feel like a waste of time. I didn’t meet anyone worth much of my effort to get to know, and I spent a lot of nights alone in my dorm room. I barely even liked my roommate. Meanwhile, Sam was at home breezing through his last year of high school and preparing to actually go on tour.

Like a real tour. It was my worst nightmare. And I had to hear all about it when I came home for winter break.

But he was excited, of course he was. And I was proud of him. And Josh, and Danny. I couldn’t bring myself to have positive feelings for Jake. After he’d rejected and embarrassed me (again), I’d run off to school determined to lose my v-card to literally anyone who’d never been to Frankenmuth or heard of their band. Fortunately for me, almost no one had heard of either.

So, I did. And Matthew Nowak had been a very cursory and lazy fuck, but he got the job done. I mean, he popped the cherry or whatever, he didn’t make me come, and I never gave him another opportunity to try.

I almost didn’t even go home for Christmas, my dad had been begging me to come see him, but I knew if I didn’t go home, I might never see my best friend again.

Was that a little dramatic? Sure, but the dates for tour were going to start around my birthday, before he even graduated, and he wouldn’t be home for the entire summer. There were talks of getting signed, to a fucking label. Releasing their music to the world. Jake’s dreams were coming true and he was stealing my best fucking friend from me.

He really was an asshole.

I went back to school in the spring a little sad, nostalgic for a time when things were easy and fun, and I always had a weekend smoke sesh in the Kiszka garage to look forward to. There was nothing for me to look forward to in Ann Arbor. Until I met Soph.

Sophie and I were paired up within the first few days of one of our classes, and thank God we were. We clicked instantly, she was almost like a female version of Sam with even better hair.

She got me out of my slump, out of my dorm room and out of my own head.

As we started hanging out more outside of class, we learned about each other’s lives at home, and she let me talk endlessly about Sam. About moving away from Traverse and finding the best friend I’d ever had, growing up with him, becoming an adult at his side.

I don’t remember exactly when it happened, but eventually I ran out of stories and didn’t feel the need to talk about him much anymore.

For a few months, we worked hard and partied harder, and I felt more and more like myself, or my new self, with her help. My new self must have been putting out certain vibes that attracted attention, because I wasn’t hurting for it. Not that I really had back home, but home had narrowed my view, the Kiszkas my whole world. Even when I did date boys, Sam was there to tell me he didn’t like them, then Josh was there shining brighter than the sun, blinding me to them.

Then Jake was there. Ruining me for everyone else, just by existing.

In Ann Arbor, Soph had the opposite effect. Every guy was cute, cute enough to talk to, flirt with, party with. A select few were hot enough to make out with, let them touch our bodies, we would touch theirs. Dance with them, let them pull us close, throw our arms around them and tell them to take us somewhere quieter.

There was that one time, I’d gone back to this guy’s dorm and he’d put a playlist on shuffle. Ya know, so we wouldn’t be heard. And right before I put his dick in my mouth, fucking Highway Tune started playing.

Instant no. I left him there with a hard-on and zero promises of returning.

But anyway, Soph and I had fun every weekend, studied every weeknight. By the end of the second semester, we’d decided on my major, and made sure we would share more classes in the fall.

When summer break rolled around, we spent the first half with her family in Grand Rapids and the second, reluctantly, with my mom. Home was weird without Sam, but he was off galavanting across the U.S. Communication between us had been sparse, though he did call me once every few weeks to fill me in, and let’s be honest, brag. I didn’t mind the bragging, much, but even with how well things were going at school, I’d have given anything to drop it all and be with him.

Even if it meant tolerating Jake.

Life goes on, time keeps on slipping, the wheel in the sky keeps on turning and all that.

College was hard, but Soph and I really buttoned up in the fall. More studying, fewer boys, a little less fun, but Michigan gets cold fast and running wild all over campus didn’t hold the same appeal. We vowed to live it up in the spring, maybe settle down and get some boyfriends. Maybe not.

“Holy shit holy shit!”

We were in the library, Soph across the table from me with wide eyes, laptops, books and notes spread out between us.

“Shhh! What? What the fuck?” She leaned in conspiratorially and I turned my phone around to show her the screen.

“They’re playing in Detroit. They’re coming home!”

“Will you be quiet? Who, Sam’s band?”

That made me laugh every time. I always called it Sam’s band, because he would’ve loved it and someone else I knew would have loathed it.

They hadn’t been home in forever, they were hardly even in the states, and when they’d played the Fillmore in the spring I’d been so bogged down with new classes and so much fucking homework, I couldn’t justify leaving campus let alone the city.

But they were coming back, and I’d be on winter break. Sam had sent me their schedule, which I’d thrust into Soph’s hands.

“Aww, reunion! I wish I could go with you.” Her pouty face was unmatched, but she was going with her parents to visit family in Ohio for the holidays. For a moment, that realization made me panic. I wanted to go, needed to see my best friend, but to do it alone? Why did that make me nervous?

Maybe because I hadn’t seen him in two years. Maybe because I hadn’t seen him in more than two. I doubted I’d even get to spend much time with Sam, and I doubted further that I’d be able to get him away from the others.

Not that I wouldn’t want to hang out with Danny, or even Josh. But… well, you know.

I wondered if they were going home for the brief break between Detroit and Seattle, and I made a mental note to ask Sam.

I’d insisted on buying my own ticket to the show, their third added at the Fox after the first two sold out, but Sam wouldn’t hear of it. He set me up with a ticket and access to see them backstage, and I tried not to let it get to my head. It's not like they were famous or anything.

Selling out multiple shows.

I FaceTime’d Sophie so she could help me decide what to wear - I hadn’t put this kind of pressure on an outfit since the night I kissed… yeah, you saw how that went.

We landed on skin tight faux leather pants, an extremely low-cut black and tan floral print top with a fitted bodice and wide, flowy sleeves, and chunky black boots. I planned to top it off with a vintage fur coat Sam and I had found thrifting a few years back. We’d always joked that it originally belonged to the old lady they named their band after.

“Okayyyyy, so what about your underwear?”

I stopped spinning in front of my phone, where I’d been showing Sophie the whole get up.

“What the fuck do you mean, my underwear? Who cares?”

“Babe, it’s a rock show! What if you meet a super hot guy with like, tattoos and a tongue ring that wants to rock your world?” I watched her eyebrows waggle as she stuck her own tongue out at me.

“Yeah I don’t think that’s really their demographic.”

But… an idea started to form. Sexy underwear would make me feel sexy. Who would be irritated to see me, looking and feeling sexy, arguably hotter now than I’d ever been? Who would be downright furious to watch me get a little flirty, a little provocative with another man? Men? His brothers?

Ohhh, Jake Kiszka was gonna kill me. And it was gonna be worth it.

The ticket Sam held for me was in the front fucking row. Of the seats, behind the pit floor, but still. How embarrassing, what if I didn’t know any of the words? I didn’t really listen to their music, not since I was in high school, watching them practice or play at Fischer.

As you can imagine, I didn’t need to worry. Every, single, song was familiar. Songs that they’d written or started writing when Sam was barely fifteen. But the people around me knew them all, better than I did actually.

That was… pretty cool.

I left my seat as the guys were blowing kisses and throwing flowers into the crowd, stopped in a bathroom to check myself out, and followed Sam’s directions to make it backstage. The guys made it there before me, I could hear their excited voices from the hall as a security guard led me to their green room. We slowed as we got closer, and I stopped the guard before we reached the door, composing myself, slipping my coat off, smoothing my hair and controlling my expression.

You should've seen his face when I walked through the doorway, slow clapping and wearing my best deadpan. They all turned their heads in my direction, but his face was the one I sought out.

His cheeks were still flushed from the stage (he honestly goes crazy up there) but he immediately turned so bright pink I hoped his head would explode.

“YOU’RE HERE! Holy shit, you’re here!” Sam rushed at me and instantly my feet were off the ground, he swung me around and I couldn’t help the smile that stretched wide as I laughed with him.

“You’re sweaty! Put me down, idiot!” He dropped me to my feet and grabbed a hand, lifted it above my head and spun me in a circle.

“Look at you, you look hot, T!” His laughter cracked loud and joyous and my heart soared. He didn’t mean anything by it, of course, but he was right and I knew it.

Danny approached me next, taller and even broader than I ever remembered him being, and wrapped me up in another sweaty hug. “Good to see you, did you get tinier?” We laughed and I slapped him away. Then Josh caught my eye, arms crossed over his bare chest under an open black vest and leaning against the vanity, grinning.

I moved toward him and he met me in the middle, opened his arms and threw them around me. He didn’t make fun of me, or comment on the way I looked. Our cheeks were pressed together and he turned his face and dropped a kiss to mine. “We’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you guys too, more than you know.”

He let me go and his grin stretched into a blinding smile. “What’d you think of the show?”

“It was fucking awesome, I can’t believe you guys are like, legit rockstars! Seems like yesterday you were jamming in your garage.” Sam sidled up and threw a long arm over my shoulders.

“To be fair, we didn’t really stop jamming in the garage until last year, T.”

I knew that, I guess. But I’d missed it, and I’d missed the moment my best friend grew up. But this wasn’t the time to get weepy about that. I still had a mission to accomplish.

Turning out of Sam’s hold, I faced him. He no longer looked apoplectic, but his nostrils were flared and his arms were crossed, one hand running a finger across his chin below pursed lips. His focus was distinctly somewhere on the floor, but I walked toward him and watched his eyes connect with my boots and then travel, slowly, all the way up my body.

Get a good look, asshole.

And he did, his gaze lingered for a fraction of a second on my hips, and then again on my chest before it finally met my face.

Say something stupid, I dare you.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

My own eyes rolled in my skull. “Good to see you too, Jacob. How have you been?”

His features twisted in confusion for just a moment before he smoothed them back out. Good.

“Fantastic, living the dream, ya know. How have you been, Tiny?”

“Oh, really good!” I crossed one arm, tucking it under my tits and pushing them up while I twirled a finger through a strand of my hair with the other hand. “I’m majoring in English and Writing and aced all of my finals this past semester. Just really living my best on-campus life. Work hard, play hard and all that.”

It was so satisfying, the way he’d accidentally looked at my chest and then failed to look back at my face until I was done speaking. I swear to you my pussy fluttered when he swallowed, hard, before responding. It was that satisfying.

“That’s- ahem, that’s great. Glad to hear it. Thanks for coming by to say hi or whatever but we need to pack up our gear and head to the hotel.”

Nice try.

“Oh, cool! I’d love to come with you guys, I just miss you all so much.” His face started turning pink again before I looked over my shoulder. “Sammy! Can I come with and hang out at the hotel? Just for a little bit?” I whipped my head back, my hair swinging with it, to see his face before Sam even answered.

I wanted to see if steam came out of his ears.

“Fuck yeah! You can crash with me if you want!”

One corner of my mouth lifted and curled. “Perfect!”

I regret to inform you that no steam came out. But I think it was pretty close.

When I pulled in at the hotel, I texted Sam and he told me they were in the lobby so I flipped my visor down, checked my face and fluffed my hair. After a deep breath, I got out of the car and made my way inside.

The hotel wasn’t anything too ritzy, and I figured despite it all, they weren’t that famous. Sam still looked and sounded like the best friend I’d grown up with, though there was something about him that had become more attractive. All of them actually exuded more… sex appeal?

Ugh, musicians.

My timing was pretty good, I entered the building in time to catch them getting in the elevator, Jake being the last left in the lobby. But we caught each other’s eye and instead of walking on, he backed up a step. The doors closed and the elevator rose without him.

He stood there, hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans, and waited for me to reach him. When I did, he spoke before I could.

“What are you doing here, T?”

I painted confusion on my face instead of the pure gratification I actually felt. “Visiting my friends? What are you-“

“Cut the bullshit. It’s unbecoming.”

Okay, that was a little wrinkle in my plan. I hadn’t even started shamelessly flirting with anyone yet and he was already cursing at me. I doubled down.

“I came to see them, Jake.” I pressed the button to call the elevator back down and crossed my arms.

“And what about me?”

“What about you?” Just as I glanced up, feigning more interest in the LED display of numbers as the elevator came down than this conversation, he stepped closer and gripped my arm. Pulled me closer.

It felt familiar.

“I’m not buying it. Come on.” The elevator dinged and the doors opened to an empty car, but he was already pulling me down a hall toward a stairwell door. It swung open as he shoved through it, yanked me through and pushed me ahead of him, and it slammed shut behind us.

The stairwell was silent, our breathing was amplified and bounced off the walls. His voice made me flinch.

“Third floor. Go.”

Four flights of stairs and two landings separated me from their room. That was fine, I could do it.

Except he stayed behind me the entire time and didn��t speak a word. By the time I pushed the door to the third floor open, my nerves were fried and I was still trying to discern his reasoning for taking the stairs. If he had yelled at me or pushed me to the wall and kissed me in the stairwell, it would’ve made more sense. Instead, he placed a hand low on my back and led me down a deserted hallway to room 307. I breathed a shaky sigh of relief, ready to abandon the plan completely and run to Sam, use him as a personal human shield for the rest of the night.

But he pulled a key card out of his pocket and slid it into the lock, and the heavy door opened to a dark, empty room.

Jake stepped inside and flicked on a light, holding the door open for me. I didn’t move.

“Jake, what-“

“Get in here, we need to talk.”

It sounded like a terrible idea, I hadn’t come here to talk. I came to spend time with Sam and do enough harmless flirting with the guys to drive Jake crazy.

“No. Where are the guys?”

He just stared at me for a tense few seconds before he sighed impatiently. “In Sam and Danny’s room.”

“And which room would that be, exactly? I’ll just go knock-“

“Please.”

I know, I know. Did he really have to go and ask nicely?

“Fine, you know what? You have five minutes then I’m the fuck out of here.” He had the nerve to give me a tight-lipped smile, lift his palm and wave me in as I started to pass him and head into the room. Then he let the door swing shut.

We were alone.

The room was pretty standard, two queen-size beds, a table and two chairs. Not exactly rockstar shit. I tossed my coat onto the closest bed.

“You want a drink?”

I dropped into a chair, crossed my legs and folded my hands over my knee. “No, I don’t. What did you need to talk to me about? You have four minutes.”

He pulled a White Claw out of the mini fridge, popped the tab and sat at the end of the bed closest to me. After a swig from the can, he leaned forward and propped his elbows on his knees.

“Three minutes.”

“Jesus, give it a rest, T.” He pinned me with a glare and my eyes widened. “Don’t. Don’t act all affronted because you’re not getting your way, I’m sick of it.”

“I don’t know what you mean, I-“

“Stop! Tell me why you’re really here.”

“To see Sam! I told you-“

He stood from the bed, leaned across me and slammed the can onto the table. I jumped in my seat, but then he bent down and gripped the arms of the chair on either side of me. Right in my face, he ripped me to shreds.

“I’m tired of this, T. Since day one, everything has always had to be all about you, your feelings, your stupid ideas, your fucking games.”

That was ridiculous and it straightened my spine, I sat up taller and put us nose to nose, but he didn’t stop.

“How many times have you come between us and Sam? Pitted us against each other? Run away when you didn’t get your way, with one of us or all of us?”

With a huff, he pushed himself away from me but now I was ready for a fight. Launching from the chair, my body followed his. “And what about you, Jake? You spent years fucking with me, leading me on, just to humiliate me over and over again!”

“Is that really what you think?!” We were squared up now, hands flailing as we yelled in each other's faces. “I didn’t do shit, and you spent years avoiding me, making me feel awkward and unwelcome in my own house because God forbid I ever be in the presence of such a self-entitled, delicate fucking princess!”

“Oh, you fucking prick. Fuck you-“

“So eloquent, that’s really lovely Tiny.”

You already know that he said that on purpose.

“Don’t. Call. Me. That.” I was fuming, the steam was probably coming out of my ears, and that pissed me off further. Everything about this was infuriating, my night completely off-railed, my time with my friends ruined. I was done.

I threw my hands up and then put them on his shoulders, with all intention to shove him out of my way and walk out of the room with some part of my dignity intact, for once.

But that’s not exactly what happened.

Because once I touched him, the tension reached a breaking point. And boy did it break.

Before I could push him away, his arms were around me, his hands spread across my back, and he pulled me in.

Yep, he was kissing me.

Our mouths slammed together and all the anger, all the fury, combusted between them.

My own hands betrayed me and shot from a grip on his shoulders to a grip in the hair at the back of his head, still slightly damp from sweat or a shower at the venue, I had no idea. And I didn’t care.

He ravaged my lips until they felt bruised, opened them with his and forced our tongues to battle for dominance, sucked the air from my lungs until I couldn’t breathe. I pulled away to drag some back in but he hardly gave me the chance, tugging me back in to kiss my lips, bite my jaw, murmuring between the attacks.

“Why are you really here…”

His hands slid up my back and sunk into my hair, pulled my head to the side so he could continue his attack on my neck, my throat.

“Say it, the truth.”

My brain was in shut down, I forgot what words were and how to make them. His teeth reminded me, scraping along my skin.

“You. For you.”

His lips closed over mine again and he was moving me, two steps backward and we turned, the back of my knees hit the bed where he’d been sitting. Our mouths broke apart, our hands fell away. The sound of our breathing, fast and uneven, thundered between us.

“I’m not gonna stop this time, T.”

My heart stumbled over its next few beats.

“I don’t want you to.”

We fell back into silence as he reached forward and slid his hands up underneath my shirt, rough fingertips pushing the fabric up over my ribs, my chest, I lifted my arms and let him pull it over my head and shook my hair out as he let it drop to the floor.

There was just enough light coming from the only one he’d flicked on, and the moonlight spilling through the uncovered window, that I saw his nostrils flare. His eyes trailed over my lace and silk covered chest before meeting mine.

“You’re so beautiful,” My breath caught, I held it. “I’ve never told you how beautiful you are.”

I couldn’t speak, emotion squeezing my throat, the words I’d always wanted to hear from him tightening every muscle in my body. So instead, I mirrored his actions and tucked my fingers under the hem of his t-shirt. Soft, heated skin met my touch and I flattened my palms over his hips, up over his stomach and I swear he trembled. Seriously! When they made it to his chest, I could feel the hard, steady beat of his heart, rapid beneath my hand.

Maybe he knew I could feel it, maybe not, but he leaned in and pulled a soft, sweet kiss from my lips before he took over and tugged the shirt over his head.

“Jake…” His chest and stomach were lightly toned and completely flawless, a glimpse of which I’d gotten when he was onstage, shirtless under an open jacket. I wanted to tell him just how perfect I thought he was, he’d always been, but the words wouldn’t come. So I bent my knees and dropped to the bed, the barely there happy trail leading up from the low waist of his pants now directly in front of my face.

I leaned forward and kissed it. A strangled noise came from above me, I smiled against his skin. Then his hand was in my hair and he pulled, forcing my face up. He smirked.

“You ever done this before?”

Asshole.

Blindly I reached for and found the button of his jeans, popped it open and worked his zipper down slowly.

“Please don’t piss me off, or I won’t be nice.”

A chuckle rumbled through his chest. “Just making sure.”

His grip in my hair kept my chin tilted up, eyes locked with his. I peeled the denim over his hips and pulled it down to his knees. Heat rolled off his body in waves, I was dying to look at it, take it all in but there was fire in his stare and I was burning. My fingertips mapped out what I couldn’t see, found the subtle V that led down into his briefs and traced it before I tucked them under the elastic and rolled it down his legs.

Jake Kiszka’s cock bobbed in the air between his hips and my face. Crazy, I know. I wrapped shaky fingers around him, felt how thick and hard he was before I’d even seen it, tried to picture what I could remember from his dark bedroom.

“Fuck, T.” I tightened my grip on him, just a little, stroked him once. His eyes slid shut. “I can’t believe you’re here.” I stroked him again and his grasp on my hair loosened, my chin dropped and there it was. As perfect as the rest of him, his dick was big, the head flushed pink. My mouth watered.

For real.

In that moment, I wondered quickly what he liked, how fast, how slow, how hard? My tongue slid out and tasted him, just the very tip, and he snatched my hair up again. The sting in my scalp made my eyes water and I opened my lips and took him in, wrapped them around him and swirled my tongue over his skin. He whimpered.

I could be remembering that wrong, but I swear he did.

He wanted to take control, I could feel it in the smallest amount of pressure from his knuckles on my scalp, but I wanted to be stubborn. I was tired of the control he seemed to have over every one of our interactions. I released him with a soft pop and his eyes shot open.

“C’monnn,” he groaned. I took my hand off of his dick and pushed him back, he almost stumbled, his legs still trapped in his half-removed jeans. I stood from the bed, spun us around and reversed our positions, then pushed him by the shoulders to sit.

“Patience, Jake, patience.” I flicked the front clasp of my bra open and felt the unrestrained relief as my tits spilled out, then that flutter of satisfaction as his eyes went wide right before going soft and dreamy. What can I say, Jake’s a breast man. “Aht.” He’d reached for them, lifted his hands like he just couldn’t wait to feel them again, but they paused in midair. “I said patience.”

He huffed out a sigh and dropped them, so I continued. Made a little show out of unzipping my boots, sliding them off and peeling the skin-tight material of my pants down my legs. His fingers flexed against his thighs the entire time, clenching into fists and releasing over and over. I waited until I was left in just the lacy thong to instruct him to remove his pants.

His boots were kicked off and denim tossed away in an instant.

And there we were again. Jake, fully bared to me while we stared at each other, my tits out and pussy covered. But this wasn’t going to end the way it did two years ago.

Not if I had anything to say about it.

I dropped to my knees and his legs spread, making room for me to kneel between them. His cock jumped when I touched him, just my fingertips, up his shins and over his kneecaps before I placed my palms flat on his thighs. When I peeked up at him through my lashes, he was staring hard, jaw clenched and nostrils flared again. So I continued to trace my fingers over his skin, further up his thighs, over his hips, up and down his happy trail.

Through gritted teeth, “Baby, please.”

Baby? I was throbbing, slick between my thighs already but that hit me like lightning.

I wrapped a fist around him at the base and took him all the way to the back of my throat.

I had to.

A string of rough curses fell from his lips and a hand tangled in my hair, but I kept my composure, sucking him in and stroking with my fist, letting him sink as deep as I could without choking. His skin was hot velvet on my tongue, I could taste his desire, his need, and I couldn’t help the moan that rippled up my throat around his cock.

“Jesus fuck.” His hips jerked, I gagged around him, he fisted the hair at the back of my head and yanked me off of him. “Get up here.”

Remember how I wanted to maintain the control here? Yeah, I failed.

He used his grip on my head to bring my lips to his, his tongue sweeping in to dance with mine immediately, his hands moving down my body to pull me up and into his lap. I threw my arms around him and rocked into it instantly, his roving hands landing on my ass and pulling me in, his dick rock hard and slick with my spit grinding against my silk-covered pussy.

Just like that, I lost control of my insolent mouth too.

The kiss broke and I rested my forehead on his, my eyes trained on what was happening between our hips. “God… I-“ The head of his cock caught on my clit, I gasped at the feeling. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Embarrassing, I know. But then… ohh then.

His hands skimmed up my ribs until they were cupping my breasts, thumbs grazing over my nipples.

“I’ve wanted you longer, T. Forever.”

Goosebumps. Literal goosebumps ran up my arms, I shivered, my nipples tightened, and he pulled one into his mouth. He sucked and lapped at it, thumb still moving over the other, and without hesitation he sunk his teeth in.

“Fuck yes, yes yes…”

His tongue circled it again and he released it, pressed a hot and fast kiss to my mouth.

“You still like that, huh?” He chuckled as he opened his lips over the other side. The silk between my legs was soaked, I could feel how easily I was sliding over his cock, and I was getting impatient despite the way I’d reprimanded him hardly ten minutes ago.

“Jake, please…”

He popped off of my nipple and pulled another kiss from my lips, then leaned back and let one corner of his mouth curl up, self-satisfied and cocky.

Still an asshole.

“Please what, baby? Tell me.”

My eyes rolled, even as he tucked his face into the crook of my neck, nipped and licked me there.

“I want you inside, please fuck me.” Self-control, out the window.

“Mmm,” he hummed into my skin, “No.”

Before I could be properly offended, and believe me, I was, he gripped my thighs and hauled me up, then deposited me onto the mattress. Well, tossed me, really. I bounced once, arms and legs flailing, hair falling in my face. By the time I pushed it away and propped myself up on my elbows, he was standing at the foot of the bed, dick in his fist. I opened my mouth to speak, to yell at him or beg him to stick it in, I don’t know, but he was stroking himself, and he moaned. My mouth snapped shut.

“I’m not gonna fuck you,” I scoffed, offended, pissed even. “Yet.” He let himself go and placed his hands on the mattress, then climbed onto the edge of the bed and started crawling towards me.

It was so fucking hot. His cheeks were flushed, his hair wild from my hands, his eyes dark. I backed away, moving up the bed until my shoulders met the headboard. He didn’t stop coming, and I didn’t want him to. Instinctively, my knees bent and my legs fell open, inviting him in. But he didn’t settle there, when his hands reached me, he grabbed me by the calf and threw my leg over his shoulder on his way down.

His mouth opened over damp silk and I cried out, his name or God’s, I’m not sure, but his lips and tongue were moving against me and I may have blacked out. I came to when one of his hands skimmed up my inner thigh, and he broke away long enough to slip two fingers under the material and tug it aside.

Jake Kiszka’s tongue was on my actual, bare pussy.

My shoulders sagged against the headboard as I reached for him, burying my fingers in his already tangled and unruly hair, our eyes met and he dragged his tongue over me again and again.

“Shit, you were right, this is better,” I panted. He smiled against my cunt and I felt it. I smiled too.

My cheeks hurt I was smiling so hard, until he laser-focused his attention to my clit. His lips wrapped around it and he sucked it past them, my jaw dropped.

“Oh, oh my God, oh my God!” He was good at this. Too good. The beginnings of an orgasm were already swirling, tightening in my belly, making my toes tingle. The tip of his tongue moving against me until he opened his mouth over me again, and I felt it plunge inside me. The sounds I was making were unholy but I had no shame, I couldn’t feel anything other than need. I needed to scream, I needed to come, I needed him.

He brought a hand up around my thigh and ran his thumb over my folds, licking himself as he lapped at me, then swirled it over my clit as his tongue fucked me. Before I could even moan, two fingers from his other hand replaced his tongue inside me.

“Jake!”

His head tilted and he pressed his lips against my thigh, kissed it and grinned. “Yes?” Fingers everywhere, filling me and fucking me, circling the most sensitive part of me - I forgot what I wanted to say, if I had even wanted to. Instead I pulled his mouth back, he slid his thumb away and flicked his tongue against me.

“Yessss, yes just like that, please!” I let my eyes close and stars were already dancing behind my lids, I was close, so close, and I told him so. I moaned it and his fingers plunged deep and curled. I screamed it and he sucked my clit back into his mouth.

I came hard, nails dug into his scalp, bucking my hips against his face, screaming his name.

It was unreal. College guys had nothing, fucking nothing, on him.

Before my muscles had even relaxed, he lifted his head from between my thighs and moved up my body, his fingers still pumping slowly inside me as he kissed my hip, my stomach, my breast on his way up to my mouth. He tasted like me when my tongue touched his, and he eased his fingers from my body.

“Absolutely fucking stunning, breathtaking.”

His breath was taken? I still couldn’t breathe, my chest continued to heave as he left the bed, taking my panties down my legs with him, and I could barely lift my head to see what he was doing. My eyes closed and I felt the mattress dip with his weight as he returned and settled on his heels between my legs, still splayed open. I cracked an eyelid and found him watching me, wrapped condom held between his fingers.

Under his gaze, I shifted down until my head rested on the pillows, spreading my legs wider, pussy presented to him on a silver fucking platter.

This was happening. There was absolutely no way this was not happening. Not this time.

“Now, Jake.” Unrecognizable, my voice had a distinct sex kitten-like quality that I loved as soon as it hit my ears. He must have loved it too, because his dick twitched and he gripped it. I reached up and snatched the condom from his fingers, tore it open and started rolling it on while his eyes bugged out and his jaw fell slack.

“Jesus, not your first time, huh?” My hand replaced his around him and I stroked, he leaned over me and I guided the head to my center, moved it through the slick pool of arousal there. He paused, poised to enter me, and met my eyes.

“I’m pretty much out of firsts, Jake.”

His eyes closed, his hips rocked forward, and he pushed just past my opening, the tip not even fully inside me.

I tilted my own hips up, he slipped a fraction of an inch deeper. I whispered, and it was sexy, and seductive. “It could’ve been you.”

He sucked in a sharp breath, opened his eyes and we watched each other’s faces as he sunk deeper, slowly, to the hilt. “It should’ve been me.”

Stunned, speechless, we stayed like that. Unmoving, bodies connected, eyes locked. He broke first, dropping his lips to mine and rocking into me softly. A sound I’d never heard before, quieter than a moan, crept up his throat, trapped behind his lips as they caressed mine. My legs lifted, cradling him between my thighs and wrapping around him.

It was gentle, sweet. The exact opposite of how I knew it would’ve been, if I’d let him be my first, thinking he wasn’t.

I felt my cheeks warm, my eyes pool with tears. I blinked them away. This was everything I’d wanted and more. I knew I’d been an idiot to think otherwise. Especially when he pulled back and delivered a quick, deep thrust and there was no pain. Only pleasure bloomed inside me, hot and volatile.

“Again, more…”

An excellent listener, he repeated it. Again, again, and I met each thrust with my own. Our kiss turned frantic, sloppy, lips and tongues clashing and pushing, pulling and taking. The temperature in the room was rising with the heat of our skin, our bodies slipping against each other. He lifted his chest from mine, hands braced on the pillows on either side of my head, and the conditioned air on our damp skin made us both groan in ecstasy.

I damn near came again, almost commented on it but he dropped back down and shoved an arm between me and the mattress, rolled us both. We laughed as we landed, his hair strewn across the pillow and mine falling in his face. My laughter stuck in my throat when he grabbed onto my thighs and pulled, tucking my knees against his hips and forcing me to sit. I propped myself up with my hands on his chest and fell back into the rhythm, my hips rolling.

“Goddamn, you feel so good, look so good riding me.”

My head fell back as his words rippled through me, his fingertips digging into me, his hands moving my body over his. He brought one to my chest, squeezed me roughly, rolled my nipple with his fingers, pinched it. Hard.

“Yes!” He did the same to the other, my pussy clenched around him.

“You like when it hurts a little, don’t you?”

“I- I don’t know, I guess so- ohhh!” He wrapped a hand around each tit and sunk his fingertips into my flesh, then kneaded them both, ran the pads of his thumbs over the peaks.

“Fuck, that’s so hot. You’re fucking perfect.”

Yeah, I lost my mind a little bit. My hips bucked wildly in his lap. Perfect? Me? My nails pressed into his skin, I dragged them down his chest, reveling in the sharp hiss sucked between his teeth, the way his own hips lifted from the bed and he fucked into me. Sharp, fast thrusts hitting me so deep I was screaming his name. He sat up and pulled my face to his, kissed me hard, bit down on my bottom lip, and then tipped me backwards.

My head was nearly hanging off the end of the bed, but really, who cares? My ankles locked behind his back and he was slamming his hips into the back of my thighs.

Fuck, was I gonna come? He had to be close. I lifted my head, now very much hanging off the bed, to ask him.

Beep. Click.

His hips stuttered and paused, we both whipped our heads to the door, which was fucking opening.

Josh appeared, his foot crossed the threshold and he was looking down at his phone.

“GET OUT!!” We yelled in unison. Josh’s head popped up, his eyes went huge, and then he laughed.

“Shit, sorry guys.” He started backing out into the hall, the door creaking closed. “About time,” We heard him chuckling to himself and the door clicked behind him.

Jake turned his face back to me and seemed to realize for the first time that I was barely on the mattress. An arm wrapped around my back and he shifted us until I could look him in the eyes.

“What the fuck…” I whispered up at him.

His smile was subtle and affectionate before it stretched to a full grin, and he huffed a laugh.

“There was no fucking way I was stopping.”

I matched his grin and lifted to pull a kiss from his lips. “Good.”

He tucked his face into my neck and began the roll of his body into mine again. I let my hands roam across his back as he kissed and nipped my skin and his thrusts picked up speed. The orgasm that had been teasing me before we were interrupted built again quickly, and Jake was panting in my ear.

But then… then. A whisper. Low and deep, but a whisper nonetheless.

My name, my real name, hit my ear and I gasped, right on the edge.

“Come for me. Please come for me.”

How could I say no?

It broke, crashed, consumed me. His name on my lips as I tightened, writhed, and shook for him.

He didn’t stop, didn’t slow, he chased after me and followed into the flames. My name burned into my flesh by his kisses, a guttural groan as he came inside me.

Easily the best orgasm I’d ever had. Easily.

Because he’s just a man, albeit an incredibly hot, multiple-orgasm-inducing man, he collapsed on top of me. I let him. I ran my hands over his sweat-dampened hair and the soft skin of his back and we both caught our breath. Then he started giggling.

I pinched his ass. “What’s so funny, Kiszka?”

His head popped up and he propped himself on an elbow, a wide grin splitting his face in half, gorgeous. “I can’t believe we waited so long to do that, that might’ve been the best sex I’ve ever had.”

We both laughed as I slapped his chest. “Might be?!”

“Okay okay, you’re right.” He looked at me dreamily, his eyes bouncing around my face. “It was the best.”

Because I’m a woman, albeit a mind-blowing sex goddess, I started overthinking. I couldn’t help it! You should’ve seen the way he was looking at me.

“Jake…” He lifted his eyebrows, I lifted a hand to his face, tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear. “What does this mean?”

Those eyebrows knitted together, a quick moment to think that over. Then he kissed me, soft and slow.

“I don’t know what it means. But I do know this hotel has free breakfast downstairs, so be up and ready by nine.” His smile stretched again, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oooh, do you think they have French toast? That’s Sam’s favorite.”

He attacked me, tickled me until I had tears in my eyes, kissed me until I was breathless, and fell asleep with his arms around me.

The truth is, I don’t remember the exact moment I fell utterly, completely in love with Jake Kiszka. Maybe you should ask him.

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YUNA YOUVE NEVER HAD A BAGEL???!!?!!? im sharing mine w u rn they r sooooooo good <333

for brekkie i had a granola bar bc my tummy hurts if i eat too early + i had to go to class T^T for lunch i had tuna salad + crackers!! i had to hide from my roomie's cat, he goes crazy every time i make it LOL then b4 work i had some pasta and leftover meatloaf that my mom gave me when i was going back to school this past weekend. thEn after work i had eggs + a bagel w cream cheese!!

THIS IS SO LATE i m so sorry soph!!! T^T but i just wanted to update that between the time this ask was sent and now, i FINALLY tried a bagel! i had one with scrambled eggs and spam and it was so good 😋 i m such a convert bagels are GREAT i love how chewy and fragrant they are... yummy yummy

omg i love that ur roomie's cat wants some of ur tuna salad too LOL it's me btw. i am ur roomie's cat. and i want some of ur tuna salad

will b thinking of u and this ask when i eat my next bagel <3 (and in my head, i'll be cutting it in half so we can share!)

#everytime i think of sharing food with u i m picturing us under a big orange tree #maybe by the lake #or in a little parkette #we are watching the ducks paddle by!!!#and laughing at the ones shaking their feathers out on the edge of the water #ask yuna #beloved tangerine fren soph 🍊

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𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: Eddie reveals to you one of his lesser known kinks

Warnings: smut, blood kink, blood / injury mention, blood consumption I guess?, penetrative sex (m+f), minors DNI

A/N: am I unhinged for this? maybe! you could kinda read this as a vampire!Eddie au if you wanted I guess? that wasn’t exactly my intention when I wrote it but it still kinda works tbh! also everyone say thank you @chaoticvigilantes for bringing me this idea in an ask, bless your beautifully sinful mind Soph!! anyways I hope you enjoy this <33

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

“Ow fuck” you hiss when you feel the knife go through your fingertip instead of the cucumber you were slicing.

“What happened?” Eddie quickly comes padding over to you.

“Nothing, I just cut my finger” you shrug casually.

You hold up your index finger, showing Eddie where the blood swelled and leaked down the side. Eddie takes your hand in his, examining your fingers. He lifts up your hand, watching as the blood spilled down your finger, a small crimson waterfall. Eddie’s eyes look at yours, searching your face. There’s a darkness in his eyes that you’ve never quite seen before.

Eddie keeps his eyes trained on yours when he suddenly licks up your finger, collecting your blood on his tongue. You stare at him dumbfounded as he reaches the tip of your finger. His eyes darken even further as he takes your fingertip into his mouth, sucking gently. A small squeak leaves your throat at the sting of pain as Eddie’s tongue swipes across the broken skin. You can see him swallow the taste and he groans softly around your finger.

He releases your finger and looks up at you again, cocking his head to the side, trying to gauge your reaction. As he stares you suddenly recognise the look in his eyes; it was that lustful hunger he got when he wanted to fuck you.

“Eddie Munson, you sick bastard” you whisper. “This is turning you on?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Everything you do turns me on” he hums with a small nonchalant shrug.

He pushes his hips against yours, pinning you to the counter. You can already feel him growing semi-hard, his cock pushing into your hip.

“Yeah, but... this...” you trail off, not sure where you even going with your sentence anyway.

“You don’t like it? Do you want me stop?” He cocks his head at you.

His voice is seductive and inviting, but you knew he’d stop in a heartbeat if you said so.

“I- I didn’t say that...” you feel your cheeks warm.

A devilish smile adorns his face as he brings your finger up to his lips. He squeezes your finger, causing you to hiss at the pain. You both watch as fresh blood bubbles on your fingertip. You watch, completely transfixed, as Eddie takes your finger and brings it to his lips. But this time he doesn’t wrap his mouth around it. Instead, he takes your fingers and uses the tip to paint his lips with your blood. He groans as he traces your fingers across his mouth, decorating his lips with your own personal shade of blood red lipstick. You moan at the sight of it, the way his eyes flutter close, the feeling of his dick growing even harder where it still pushed against your hip. It was all down right sinful.

Eddie’s other hand quickly comes to cup the back your head and bring your face to his. His lips crash against yours, moving with a desperate fervour. You moan simultaneously when you taste the metallic tang of your blood coating your lips, your tongues. You swear Eddie’s never kissed you like this before. It’s just so intense, like he was putting every fibre of his being into the kiss. His body curves against yours, his hips grinding against yours. The energy that pulses through him, pulsing into you, it made you feel electric. It had unlocked something in him, something primal and urgent, and it had been unlocked in you too.

You kiss Eddie back just as hard, your lips pushing against his, your tongues colliding. Eddie groans loudly, a small yelp of surprise leaving him when you bite his bottom lip. He pulls back to look at you in shock. He touches his thumb to his lip, his eyes darkening dangerously when he sees a drop of blood there from where you’d split his lip. He looks at you almost dumbfounded.

You keep your gaze steady on his as you lean up and lick over Eddie’s bottom lip, collecting the taste of his blood, your blood, just him. He lets out a sound like sin when you swipe your tongue over the edge of his mouth, collecting a missed spot of blood. You pull back to look at him again, your face painting the perfect picture of innocence, batting your eyelashes playfully up at Eddie.

“Fuck princess, you really are gonna be the death of me” he smirks before his lips collide with yours again.

You moan deeply, delighting in the taste of both yours and his blood in your mouth now. Eddie’s hands grab your hips roughly, lifting you until you’re sat on the counter. You quickly open your legs, letting him slot between them. He groans into your mouth as he starts to grind into you again, the tent in his jeans rubbing into your clothed cunt. You grind your hips back against him, whimpering desperately into his mouth.

The grinding barely lasts a minute before Eddie is frantically tearing your clothes from your body, haphazardly yanking and pulling at fabric clothing items until you were completely naked. He couldn't wait that long himself though and simply shoved his shirt off before pulling his jeans down his low enough so that he could spring free his hardened cock. He spits into his a hand, a filthy mixture of his salvia and blood, rubbing himself only a few times before he ruts into you. You hiss at the sting as he stretches you open. The buckle of his barely pulled down jeans digs into the back of your thigh as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside you.

The primal urge takes over Eddie again as he gives you no time to adjust before he begins fucking into you with a ruthless pace, hiss hips slamming into yours. You cling desperately to him as your body rocks on the kitchen counter with each harsh thrust. Your nails rake down his back, most likely drawing even more blood from him.

Through the dizzying brutality of his thrusts an idea springs to mind. You lean back slightly to look at Eddie, his pace faltering in its ruthless speed as he looks at you quizzically. You unlatch your one hand from behind his back, bringing your injured finger between your two faces. You hiss at the sting again as you squeeze more blood from the opening, letting it roll down your finger again. You then take your finger, stroking it across your throat, up and down your neck, feeling the stickiness of your own blood as it paints your skin. You smirk at Eddie before tilting your head back, signalling for him to make his move.

“Holy shit” Eddie breathes, his hips picking up their speed once again.

He groans loudly as he dives his face into the crook of your neck. His tongue swirls over the trail of blood you’d left across your skin. He bites and sucks, replacing the blood stains with bruises beneath the surface. You moan at the sensation, the feeling of his hot lips and wet tongue all over your neck, the sounds of his enthusiastic groans as he licks you, it was all overwhelming in the absolute best way; you could feel your climax fast approaching as he fucks you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before.

“Eddie...” you croak as your impending climax approaches ever faster, your nails once again digging into the flesh of his shoulders.

“You gonna cum for me, babygirl?” He breathes hotly against your neck.

You nod incoherently, feeling the coil in your lower belly start to tighten, almost ready to snap. You feel Eddie lick a final stripe up your neck before he raises his face to be level with yours. You see the stain of your own blood on his tongue just before he smashes his mouth against yours, his tongue invading you mouth, once again letting you have a taste of yourself. Hearing him pathetically groan into your mouth as your tongues collide was the final push you needed to tip over the edge.

You kiss becomes sloppy as you pant heavily, gasping at the intensity of the orgasm that washes over you as Eddie keeps fucking you ruthlessly. Your whole body convulses with each ripple of your pleasure, your cunt clenching around Eddie impossibly tight.

“Sh- shit,” Eddie grunts as his brutal pace finally falters, his hips stuttering as he climaxes himself.

Both of your bodies tremble, your breathes mixing where you both still tried to pathetically keep mouths pressed tighter despite your slack jaws and heavy panting. Eddie keeps fucking you through both your highs until both of you are shaking from the overstimulation.

“Fuck,” Eddie sighs breathlessly. “I don’t think I've ever cum that hard” he pants with a small chuckle.

He kisses your jaw tenderly and you can feel the small smile he’s got on his lips.

“Me neither,” you admit with a small smile of your own.

Eddie raises his head to look down at you hungrily.

“We should do that again sometime” he groans with a smirk.

You roll your eyes lightly and swat his shoulder.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Munson. For now how about you just go get me a band-aid, hmm?”

He gives you a quick, sweet peck on the lips before winking down at you.

“Of course, my love.”

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A/N: oof the temptation to fully turn this into a vampire au was real, vampire Eddie just makes so much sense ahhh! anyways yeah I hope you guys liked this! <33

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