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ೀ⋆OCT 3RD MEAN GIRLS ━━ katsuki bakugou + free use !

୨୧ — caution, you are now watching. katsuki bakugou + free use. on october third, he asked you what day it was. btw, in girl world, halloween is the only time of the year when katsuki bakugou can slut girls out and no one can say anything about it. boo, you whore! (4.9K)

୨୧ — rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, characters aged up to 20s, college!au, free use, dub-con, cum-play, voyeurism, humiliation, manipulation, dacryphilia, no prep, public sex(ish), unprotected sex, suprise guest appearance from shouto as aaron samuels, fem!reader, reigina george coded!bakugou.

୨୧ — director’s note. "it's october third." and you know what that means! another nasty kinktober fic for you all! i hope you enjoy this one, its probably my favourite...because uh hello!? reigina george and bakugou? name a more iconic duo! anyways enjoy mwah! - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ✧

halloween is the only time of the year where anyone can dress like a slut and not get called one for it. 

in the world of the conventionally attractive (or the plastics), the kings and queens of the social jungle, it means ditching the guts and gore in favour of skin tight lingerie with a little fake blood that drips calculatedly through the valley between your breasts — just for a little bit of added attention. it’s the one night of the year where self-objectification becomes acceptable, and you by all means, were not planning on missing out.

for you, a well spent Halloween consisted of tooth rotting candy corn, bad movies and trying to avoid the feeling of fomo (fear of missing out, fyi) building up like fluid in the lungs of a sick person. you’ve been an a-grade loser all your life and you’ve never had the chance to experience a proper friend group, high school, (and now) college experience. 

however this year would be different. this year you would be ditching loser-ville for boobs and bunny ears and the shortest dress you could find. because you finally had a friendship group who did these kinds of things and you had an invite to the biggest festive rager hosted by the hottest guy on campus — shouto todoroki. 

the rest of your friend group, the college renowned plastics, had warned you not to get involved with the half and half campus jock. he already had relations to your beloved ring leader, katsuki bakugou, and your involvement would be breaking several laws of girl and guy code — according to dumb blonde kaminari (he swears he has ESPN or something). katsuki was the head of U.A. university, ruling over the entire student body with an iron fist, an attitude so mean you’re sure you’ve seen professors cry and a glare so sinister he could turn milk sour if he tried hard enough. 

bakugou was the definition of the picture perfect guy and he knew it. it was almost as if his face had been ripped straight from a vogue magazine, his shoulders broad, waist slutty and tiny, abs to die for too — you’d be a liar to say you hadn’t thought about him a few times before bed. katsuki was a king bee (if bees could even have kings) and you were a nobody lucky enough to have been indoctrinated into his group of flawless friends — taken under the guidance of his wing. 

your own friends had told you not to fall for the glitz and the glamour that seemed to follow the barbie blonde everywhere he went. but you couldn’t help it, you were enamoured by everything that katsuki did — turned a blind eye to his bitchy persona and twisted mindset. you hardly believed the rumours about him, blissfully ignoring the truth behind the gossip because katsuki was nice to you. just the other night he had been kind enough to offer his help in setting you up with shouto. even if kirishima had tattle told on you.

regardless, katsuki had your back — you knew that. he was even talking to shouto right now, admist the full swing of the halloween party. how could anyone ever hate bakugou? he was so kind, so considerate, treating you like family from the moment you got here. you see shouto look your way fondly as they chatter about you, his lips curling perfectly around your name while he sends you a wave that makes you feel like the only girl in the world. 

“she likes you, yanno.” the shorter blonde purrs, the corner of his perfectly plump lips twitching up into a knowing grin. he says your name, glowering at the way his ex perks up at the mention. 

shouto blinks slow, mismatched eyes filling with affection the longer he looks at you awkwardly swaying to music you’ve never heard before. “yeah? she does?” 

“it’s adorable, really. she writes your fuckin’ name in the corner of her notes with little hearts. even has the name of your future brats written in a cute little list.” the lie slips from bakugou easily, as if manipulating people is second nature to him.

“don’t bother with that, katsuki.” 

when todoroki’s gaze on you lingers for too long, he kicks it up a notch pressing the head of his body into his ex’s side. “listen, half ‘n half,” with his eyes dark and sensual, the blonde allows his voice to slip into deeper, more mocking tones — playing up this innocent act. one that shouto falls for every time. “i know that she can be a little fuckin’ weird but, she’s my friend…so be nice, yeah?”

men are such fickle creatures — for all it takes is a pair of sweltering, red puppy dog eyes to drag the jock under his spell. shouto nods slowly, his own topaz and granite eyes glossing over with some form of obedience, a loyalty to bakugou that no one else would understand. “yeah, alright.” 

“good,” bakugou purrs, the sound causing his brain to short circuit. “such’a good friend, half ‘n half.” the tail end of his words are replaced by the sloppy sound effect of his lips on shouto’s, tongues beginning to clash and hands possessively gripping waists. 

your rose-tinted window shatters at the sight. 

background conversation falls away as your friend and your crush begin to make out right in front of your fucking eyes. “you know who’s  looking fine tonight, neito monoma.” kaminari squeals, shimmying in his little mouse costume. 

“denki, that’s your cousin.” kirishima frowns. 

the blonde shrugs. “yeah! but he’s my first cousin…that’s not right is it,” 

you don’t have time to dwell on their chit chat — you feel like someone has thrown your entire body  out of whack. you feel like you’re drowning as the realisation hits, katsuki bakugou doesn’t give a shit about you or your feelings. storming away from the scene, you make for the nearest bedroom, hurt and confusion swirling around in the tightness of your chest.

“what are you doin’ in here sweetness? ‘minari and kirishima have been looking everywhere for ya.”

you’re still crying like a sore loser when the king of the plastics finds you hauled up in one of shouto’s many rooms. and you hate that it’s katsuki who’s come to comfort you, sitting beside you on the queen sized bed as his hand slips over your bare thigh.  

but you shrug him off, barely keeping your cool. after all, you’re still mad at him for making out with your crush. “don’t touch me, katsuki.” you snarl, doing your best to sound menacing. “i saw what you did. how could you? i thought we were friends?”

he clicks his tongue, ruby red eyes rolling as if he gives a fuck. “oh, you mean that thing with icyhot?” you don’t understand how the blonde can be so nonchalant, tossing around the situation as if it weighs nothing — costing not an ounce of your feelings. “he came onto me, sweetness. i’d never do somethin’ like that to you.” 

denying katsuki bakugou is never an easy feat, he’s a man that knows where his strengths lie. in the deep timber of his rumbling voice and those eyes, with the blood lust curled around each of his pupils. katsuki is a well trained hunter, and on this occasion, you are his prey. a large hand smooths over the meaty swell of your trembling thigh, pushing the likely pair wide open for him to make room between them. “i’m a good friend, r’member?”

his hands roam your blistering hot body, gripping and grabbing at your flesh from over your costume — it feels good, you feel wanted and melt like a lump of butter in a pan at every cascading touch of his. 

you’d be smart to come to your senses, before you’re snapped up in the unrelenting jaws of a hunter. but you’re entranced by those insanely red eyes, the perfect slant to his lips and all-knowing smile — it’d be useless to escape when you’ve fallen this deep. “you’re not…” your bottom lip wobbles, the achy feeling in your chest now submissive to the liquid lust katsuki has spent months conditioning you to feel. “you’re a bad friend.” 

“d’aw…you don’t think i am?” dropping his tone into a sultry coo, bakugou leans in real close and you instinctively follow the tilt of his head. he looms over you, just enough so that you can see the smear of pink eyeshadow across his eyelids, the plasticky glisten of lip gloss masking the true colour of his plump lips, along with the spark of lust swirling through the brown flecks in his eyes.

you shake your head no. “no, you’re not.” big mistake. 

the of temperature of the room rises just from his proximity and you find yourself willing to let the king of the plastics swallow you whole. “i don’t think i like the way yer talkin’ to me, sweets.” he growls darkly and in warning. “i should make you apologise for bein’ so fuckin’ mean.” 

his breath is warm and wet against your cheek, grip rough on your waist and you can’t help but think how mean he is to you. katsuki gaslights you like it’s second nature or another one of his five senses, manipulates you with ease, putting himself on you when you know you can’t say no. because without him you would have been in social suicide, you wouldn’t have any friends, you wouldn’t have had the college experience. you would have just been ordinary.

“gimme a kiss, gorgeous.” the blonde bites down on your lower tip, tugging it away from you because he misses the metallic taste of golden blood on you — the taste of blossoming obedience in your bloodstream. 

you push back, but it’s no use — bakugou’s closing the gap before your brain can even catch up, fizzing like candied pop rocks while you sink further into debauchery. 

“c’mon…” he forces his tongue past the seams of your lips, bursting through with only the darkest of intentions. you briefly seize up, because your body knows this isn’t what you want, at least not 100%.  but katsuki knows how to work stubborn, prude little things like you — squeezing down on your waist heartily as he leads you into a stupid-drunk kiss. “that’s it, there we go…good fuckin’ girl.”

the world tilts on its axis and you grow lightheaded at the blonde’s praise — you should be mad at him for kissing your crush but at the same time, you’ve never wanted someone so bad. mewling against his watermelon and alcohol flavoured lips is like sealing your fate, giving up little pieces of yourself just to appease your ring leader.

“katsuki, i don’t—“ 

his thumb digs into your cheeks, preventing you from pulling away — not that you’d want to. wet sounds from your kisses vibrate through you and cause a twinge in the heartbeat between your thighs. “i wasn’t askin’, i was tellin’.” he grunts into your drooling mouth, wide open to echo your sweet and pliant voice. it’s with those words that you remember your place, being a plastic requires sacrifices — for you to give up pieces of yourself in order to stay by katsuki’s side. 

including letting him use your mind, body and soul freely. 

“so fuckin’ pretty when you’re obedient for me,” he’s snarls, hot under the collar and eager to steal more from you. he grins at how your eyes roll back just from a couple of half-hearted words. leaning back, katsuki shrugs off his shirt, revealing his  perfectly carved hips and washboard abs, golden skin that only the gods could have blessed him with. the sight of him is enough to make your quivering cunt deep juices into the crotch of your panties. “let’s get back at sho, huh? for playin’ us both.” 

the lines of morality and dissoluteness are often blurred when you’re with him — you become a vessel for his pleasure and you don’t even think to mind. somewhere amidst the messy, sensual lip locks bated breaths, katsuki has managed to get you onto your back and tear through your skimpy little halloween costume to suck his claim into your neck. painting you with deep mauve and midnight blue hues. his eyes dilate, roaring obsidian black taking over his mean, rage filled red eyes in a way that lets you know how bad he wants to fuck you. 

it’s when the sharp edges of his canines graze your pulse point that you remember just how much of a wild jungle college is. you remember that katsuki has the ability to make your life a living hell, the power to take a bite and rip your throat out at any second. in this world, you are nothing but a meek gazelle and katsuki bakugou the lion ready for a feast. 

irrespective of how much the very fact may frighten you, you ignore bakugou’s talons as they sink into your chest and leave indented crescent moons on against each breast. he rips apart the costume you worked so hard on and pushes your hands away from your body when you attempt to cover yourself up. so, from that moment, you let lust slither over your brain so you can arch yourself into him for more pleasure, and remind yourself that even if you're being used — it feels good. katsuki feels good. 

you like that he’s a little mean, a mean girl. all teeth and tongue and biting when he licks into you and breaks the strings of honey saliva that tie your tongue to the roof of your mouth. you love how he roughly grabs you by the meat at your hips and tugs you up to meet the grind of his cock against your underwear. you adore how he pulls the very fabric apart like they’re nothing, rolling you onto your stomach and positioning your hips in a way that makes your back arch.

you don’t even realised that bakugou has kicked off the lower part of his costume until you feel the heat of his firm thighs against the backs of your own and the sticky tap of his flushed cockhead on your ass cheeks — smearing white globs of precum over your hot skin. the blonde groans at the visible twitch of your cunt, the way it glistens and spews lightly for him. 

“oh sweetheart,” he laughs through the coagulated feeling of prurience in his throat. “so fuckin’ wet for me, hah?” he manages, spreading your ass cheeks apart hungrily, a curious finger running through your slick folds and dragging your wetness over your pulsating clit. “s’kinda embarrassing. barely even touched you.” 

the situation is embarrassing, humiliating almost and a fresh set of tears burn at your waterline — mascaras already tracking down your cheeks. you don’t fight bakugou as a muscled arm snakes it’s way around your waist and pulls you onto him until your sex is flush against bakugou’s thick cock — your hearts beating in sync, heavy breathing in tune. his dripping dick slips and slides a through your quivering pussy lips, grinding against the pulse in your clit before easing the mushroomed tip through the tight ring at your entrance. 

“f-fuck!” you squeak, a little out of turn. fuckdolls don’t talk. katsuki is quick to growl and remind you, collapsing his entire weight into your body while you take him with ease. no prep required whatsoever. there’s a delicious burn as his girth stretches you wide open and he fucks you with just the tip — a pleasing buzz layering itself over your logical thoughts. the ones that tell you this isn’t right. the ones that tell you that you’re more than just a plastic play thing. 

bakugou squeezes your hips harshly when you push back onto him, desperate to be fed more of his cock. “keep fuckin’ still, alright?” the king of the plastics rasps, taunting you as he thrusts all the way into your tight heat with no warning. you ooze at the sudden stimulation, basking in the weight of his dick against the insides of your crying cunt and fluttering walls. “sho’s gonna love this, maybe he’ll really want you then.” he continues to purr, jamming a thumb past your swollen lips to press down on your tongue. his other hand grasps at his phone once lost in the sheets, talking a picture of your teary face while you suck on his digit to soothe yourself. 

like a baby sucking on a pacifier as it cries.

sending the photo to shouto, bakugou takes a few more selfies of you like this. his favourite is the one of your face squished between his large fingers, covered in salty tears and sticky drool. “don’t cry sweets. ‘m gonna fix this, help you get together. what are friends for?” 

his voice is soft, nose nudging against your cheek in a reassuring manner. 

but it’s all too good to be true.

briefly, there’s a second where everything is calm, where the blonde lets you relax around him between gentle juts of his hips forward and affectionate kisses peppered against your skin. you should have realised that katsuki’s pleasure is always above your own. because he suddenly finds the motivation to pull out of your snug, sensual heat to pound into you properly, dragging is seedy cock along all of the spots along your ribbed walls that make you see stars. 

you feel like a pocket pussy, only one that comes with crybaby wails and pitiful hiccuped noises. it’s all music to katsuki’s ears, blending seamlessly with the intense base from the party’s music and thump of the headboard smashing against the wall all from the sheer force of his thrusts into you. it’s easy to forget how humiliatingly loud you’re being, you can’t find yourself to be worried about someone catching you either. even if the door is wide open. 

why not? because katsuki claims you willingly, over and over again with each brutish brush of his leaky cockhead against your g-spot. “s-suki! please.” you slur around his fingers that fuck your drooling mouth in perfect rhythm with his dick that plunged in and out of your puckered, creamy hole.  

“yeah, yeah. i gotcha. give into me, sweetness.” 

where he had been keeping you pinned against the sex-soaked cheeks — bakugou pulls  his sweaty chest away from your back and adjusts the roll of his hips, letting them crash into you like waves on a shoreline. to support his body weight above you, his toned arms cage you in, head tilted to the side to watch you sniffle on his dick, red rimming your watery eyeline. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty when you cry, sweetheart.” he moans condescendingly against the shell of your ear, painting a chaste kiss against your wet cheek. “what a pretty fuckin’ girl, suckin’ me in… takin’ my cock. oh fuck.” 

if you could see him, will yourself from the pillows you take purchase in and use to muffle your salacious screams — you would notice how an evil smirk as spread across the blonde’s lips while he ravages you, fucks you beyond the stars and back. “you my pretty girl, yeah? fuckin’ sweet thing.” the praise has you spiralling and simultaneously soothes the burning hatred you have for katsuki in your chest. “why you cryin’ so much? is it over him, or over me?”

the answer to his question slips out of you faster than your sex-crazed brain can catch up. “o-over you!” it’s like you can’t even think for yourself, make any choices for your body outside of what bakugou has planned for you. you’d do anything to please him so that he keeps fucking you, so that you can forget your feelings and keep your place amongst the socially elite. maybe that makes you selfish, maybe it makes you dumb — that you’re a whore for katsuki’s bully cock that churns up your guts and uses you for ecstasy filled relief. 

“y-yeah? mmhm, just like that baby,” katsuki stutters, licking his lips while you throw it back on him. the weak snap of his voice (caused by you clenching down on him) has you gushing nastily down bakugou’s length. bathing him in your juices, dripping down his balls as they clap against your ass, and swing against your clit. 

“yeah…yeah…y-you’re my friend, k-katsuki! didn’t wanna lose you…”

satisfied with your response and feeling a little mean once more, the king of the plastics brings a heavy hand down against your ass before gripping it tight, forcing you back and forth on his creamed dick. you hiss at the newfound pain blooming underneath your skin, blinking back more tears. 

“that’s right sweets, you’ll let me do anythin’ to keep me right? stay bein’ friends.” bakugou barks salaciously into your shoulder blade. greed and power and control sparks between your bodies that move in sync with one another, your hips shakily attempting to catch up with his rough pace.

you gasp when he hits a spot that’s got you howling at the moon. “y-yes, god, yes!”

“even let me fuck your crush? let me fuck you in front’a him?” 

all you can do is nod and gargle in response, passionately sucking on his fingers. “get ‘em nice and wet for me. wanna play with you, gorgeous.” he nips at your skin, leaving the imprint of his canines against you before his red eyes laser focus on where your bodies continually meet. “lift your hips. atta girl.” 

a heinous squeal escapes you, borderline pornographic as katsuki fumbles between your body and shouto’s high thread count sheets. his sticky fingers press into your pleasure nub in tight, calculated circles and he rewards the sound of your choked moans with another barrage of love bites to your neck. ones that you won’t be able to cover up. ones that show how much you’ve been used. 

you wonder if his appetite for your dedication will ever be satisfied. even though your pussy works it’s way back onto him and swallows his cock down like fucking magic — bakugou still wants more of you. he grins sinisterly at the bruises that form just under your skin, that make you hiss when he licks over them and spills his curse words over against that sensitive spot underneath your ear. the sensitivity makes you yelp loudly, despite the people that walk by. 

including none other than shouto todoroki. 

“you’d even let him watch as i creamed your cute cunt, wouldn’t ya? so pathetic. it’s adorable, sweetness.” the blonde goads, pulling back so that he can get a better view of your ass bouncing against his slender hips. spreading you apart with large hands, he drools down onto his cock and your asshole, spitting onto the point at which his shaft slips inside of you — watching the white froth mix in with your viscous nectar and disappear into the creaminess of your tight hole. 

your crush audibly gasps as he enters the room — mismatched eyes drinking in the view of you being absolutely wrecked from behind by his ex. shouto can’t help but admire your puffy face and equally puffy folds while he settles on the bed next to katsuki. he has no idea how his feet even carried him there. 

“bakugou what are you—?” 

the tail end of shouto’s words slip away when you clench down hard on bakugou, his head falling onto the latter’s shoulder while you share shaky moans. “oh my god,” katsuki pants, pulsing against your silken walls and driving his dick upwards into your sweltering mound. “you’re fuckin’ obsessed with me. with him. you just won’t let this dick go, will ya?” 

admitting that you like shouto watching you get fucked by bakugou would be just as embarrassing as admitting your crush on him. it doesn’t matter if you’re crying too hard to confess the matter with words, both of them know it. they can tell by the way your pussy spasms around katsuki’s bulbous cockhead as it bullies it’s way into you with every thrust.  “see icyhot, told ya she was a weirdo,” He chuckles down at you menacingly. “letting me be the one t’stretch her pussy open even though you’re the one that she wants. s’so embarrassing.” 

todoroki let’s out a noncommittal grunt, equally amused by the situation like his ex. “yeah… so weird…”

he reaches around to grab at the fat of your waist and tugs you back onto katsuki so that his dick never leaves you. so that your clit is smooshed up against perfect abs, that contract with every thrust and overstimulate you. 

maybe it’s not such a bad thing to be used by the king of the plastics, if it means shouto gets to touch you too. 

“i think she’s about to cum, katsuki.” the two-toned haired jock states as if it’s obvious, his voice husky and low as the scent of sex trickles into the air. “you’re gonna make her cum, baby.” 

“can fuckin’ feel it, she’s ‘boutta make a mess of me.” they share a lustful look behind you, that leads to them sharing sloppy, uncoordinated  kisses as if you’re not even there. truly treating you like a sex toy to be used whenever, wherever. 

the sounds of their kisses ring in your ears, cause heat to burn at your cheeks and shame to settle in your chest once again. but this time, you don’t fucking care — not when you’re close to cumming, not when both of the people you adore in your life are using little old you. 

forcing you back and forth over katsuki’s dick even faster, shouto finds it in himself to address you, moaning out your name. “a-are you close?” he simpers, tongue rolling over his ex’s.

“i— i am. p-please. let me cum. lemme cum. lemme c-cum—!” you chant as if it’s the gospel, voice tapering off into a set of whistle tone simpers as you finally hit your high. black spots dot your vision, katsuki using a last burst of energy to canter into you, slamming against your g-spot over and over again. the dam breaks before your brain can register it, release trickling out of your fluttering hole like a flash flood after a vicious storm. it soaks his soft tuft of blonde pubes and soils the sheets below, your body wracked with shakes and aftershocks. 

katsuki's cock against your cervix being the epicentre. 

the two men behind you share a sick little laugh when you collapse into the sheets face first, both of them leaning down to kiss either of your cheeks soothingly. 

“so fuckin’ cute ‘n loyal,” bakugou coos in a twisted tone, pulling out of you to jerk himself off over your quivering body. 

shouto smiles and rubs soothing circles in the small of your back in an attempt to calm you down — taking pleasure in your tiny sniffles and hiccups while you come down from your high. 

“your turn, bakugou.” he purrs slightly, using his arm to prop himself up on the bed for a perfect view of you both.  

“mmfuck, shit ‘m so close.” colourful curses spew from between bakugou’s perfect, cherry bitten lips just as he hits his peak. slick sounds accompany the movements of his rough palm up and down his length, coaxing himself towards orgasm. he cums with a shout, a feral growl tearing his chest in two with how loud it is. all while ropes of his blistering hot and white cum land on your ass, pussy and back. 

he collapses next to shouto after that. 

you feel a finger drag through the hot mess on your back and turn around just in time to watch bakugou feed a scoop of his cum to your crush. todoroki sucking his fingers happily. “go get her a towel, icyhot.” he demands, and like a slave to the crown, todoroki follows — disappearing from the room in search for a rag to clean you up with. surprisingly, the blonde helps you to sit up, taking you into his chest so you can snuggle against it. “don’t cry sweetness, s’okay. i forgive you for thinkin’ i was a bad friend.” 

tilting your chin up, you’re rewarded with a firm chaste kiss — swallowing katsuki’s moans as he tastes the saltine tears in your lips. “you’ll never do it again, right?” 

“r-right…” you reply meekly, flinching at the blonde who boops your nose almost affectionately. 

he busies himself with fixing your costume until shouto returns with a wet rag to wipe the cum from between your thighs and the rest of you. you try not to let it get to you when they share another passionate kiss, sucking on each other’s tongues and mussing up each other’s hair until they’re all rosy cheeked and short of breath. 

you would be a fool to think that you ever stood a chance with shouto todoroki after tonight. 

much like you, he’s just another piece in katsuki’s game of chess. he’ll never escape the toxic cycle of their relationship when things keep going like this. 

“you look sexy with your hair pushed back, icyhot.” katsuki says to shouto once they come up for air, ruffling his silky locks out of place. his ruby, crazed, gaze slinks over to you next, a coy smirk playing at his lips. “sweetness, tell him, icyhot he looks sexy with his hair pushed back.” 

katsuki bakugou is terrible. evil. conniving. but he’s all you’ve got, even if he is a mean girl. 

“shouto…you look sexy with your hair pushed back.”

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Coming back to a place you once thought of as your home is never easy, what's even difficult is saying goodbyes to the things you once cherished. It's been years since your grandfather died and you know it's time to sell the one thing you had been dreading to sell in order to set yourself free.

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Goodbye's were never easy, you learnt that the hard way. The wind knocked you off your feet. Monaco was still the same, the richness in the air, the sweet enveloping smell of the coast. You hadn't been here in years. Your grandfather's death had hurt you a great deal. He was the one who raised you after your parents death. You had hoped to leave your traumas and problems in Monaco when you left at the ripe age of seventeen to pursue your dreams.

The estate was exactly the same as it was before, posh, proper, it screamed royalty just like the whole of Monaco. You opened the large antique black doors and walked into the place you once called home. You felt as if you were four again. Hugging your teddy bear to your chest, balling your eyes out after you heard the news about your parents private jet crashing. Your grandfather trying his level best to cheer you up, trying to make you laugh. Growing up he would try his level best to be your cheerleader you never had the heart to tell him that his jokes were terrible. He just wasn't the kind of person who would sacrifice everything for just a little girl who now seems to have the world in her hands. The house was empty, all the furniture covered with cream coloured sheets. Dust bunnies all over the place. Your grandfather would have hated to see the house like this. You ran your hands on the railing as you walked to your teenage bedroom. The room hitting you with a wave of nostalgia. The grand bed and the large balcony. You placed your suitcase in a corner. You went to the store room to take out fresh sheets, you'd be staying here for a while, so this needed to feel like home the way it did once. While taking out the sheets, you found the little black book that once was your whole entire life. You ran your hands through the pages of the album, laughing and giggling as you saw photos of you as a rebellious teenage girl, partying, going out with boys that was your whole life at a time but now modelling was your whole life. You wanted to say goodbye to this place in the most grand way possible. It was time to take an idea from that little black book and put it to use. You texted everyone you knew from your childhood.

Your sundress floated around in the warm air as you walked back from the little birthday shop across the street, bags in your hand filled with balloons, banners. You were super excited you had been waiting for a party to come around. Monaco had the best parties and this was going to be one of them.

The sky turned to dusk, and people started to enter the house. You greeted everyone with a smile on your face ready to get this party. The kitchen was filled with expensive booze. The music was loud everyone was in the centre of the living room, giggling and dancing. Couples in the corner making out, people throwing up in the bathroom. It was a typical high school rager just how you liked it. You joined people in the garage, playing beer pong with your high school friends, when you saw a familiar face walk in. It was your older brother's childhood best friend, Charles. Only he wasn't alone, next to him was a curly haired guy, with a small moustache. You waved to Charles as you gestured him to come over.

"Hey Y/N, how are you? I haven't seen you since forever, I heard about your grandfather how have you been doing".

You shot him a smile and engulfed him in a hug, "I am doing fine now, I see racing's been going well".

He let out a chuckle, "It's going".

"Who's your friend". You gestured to the handsome man standing next to Charles.

Charles wrapped an arm around the young man "Oh, yeah this is Lando"

You immediately put your hand forward to shake his hand. His warm hand enveloped your perfectly. It was a perfect fit.

"Hello, I am Lando, nice place you got here"

You told him your name and gave him a smile. When your phone started to ring, it was the young couple who was going to buy your grandfather's estate.

"I am sorry, I have to take this, have fun" You spoke and left the garage

What you didn't expect was the call to leave you in tears. Here you were sitting in your bathroom, crying and clutching your phone tightly in your hands. You quickly wiped your tears as you saw the same man come inside your bathroom, a red solo cup in hand.

"Oh, it's you again, I am sorry I thought no one was here". He spoke nervously looking at his shoes.

You chuckled "It is my home after all"

"Do you mind if I sit here"

"Yeah of course". He grabbed your vanity chair and sat on it. "So why are you crying".

"You saw that, you didn't hear anything right". You spoke suddenly becoming conscious of yourself.

He started to fidget with his fingers "No but do you want to talk about it". You raised your eyebrow at him.

He raised his hands in defence "Geez, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to".

"It's fine, it's just I used to live here with my grandfather after my parents died, now my grandfather's dead and I have come here all the way from New York to sell this house and the buyers who were originally going to buy this house backed out of the deal so now I am left with no buyers and no one who can continue to maintain this house".

His lips fell into a thin straight line, "There are so many people who would love to live here why don't you sell it to one of them".

You let out a sarcastic chuckle, "You don't get it this house is old, it's been here at the same spot in the same state, it's in top notch condition but every single person who wants to buy this house wants to rebuild it from scratch and my grandfather wouldn't like that, heck, he didn't even like me moving to New York".

You saw his face light up as he gave you the biggest smile you had ever experienced, "How about I buy it".

You burst into laughter at his proposition, you pointed a finger at him, "You want to buy this house"

He gave you a perplexed look, "Yeah it's a beautiful house". He pulled out his phone and started to type something, he shoved his phone in your face.

"Lando, Lando Norris" You spoke reading the long Wikipedia page he opened on himself. "So your an f1 driver like Cha, and you want to buy this house".

"Yes" He gave you a wink

"Fine, I'll sell you my house but you have to promise you won't try to rebuild it from scratch like those other dumbasses".

He nodded and linked your pinky finger together, "Promise, for how long are you here though"

"I was gonna be here for a month but now that I have a new buyer I might stay here for an extra month, stay in this house for a little more time before you move in here".

He looked at his phone and his eyes widened, "It's late very late, I'll come tomorrow to see the house then".

"Yeah, pleasure doing business with you" You shook his hand, "I should probably shoo these people away

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You woke up next morning in the comfort of your bed, stretching your arms you removed your silk sleeping mask and kept it on your nightstand. You walked towards your marble bathroom to get ready for the day. Putting on a cute little white dress, you got out of your bedroom heading downstairs to make some breakfast. This place was starting to feel like home again, but you knew you had to get back to New York, get back to your busy life, to the fashion weeks and flashing lights. Your phone lit up, it was a text message from an unknown number.

It's me Lando, I got your phone number from Charles, I am coming to see the house today, if that's okay with you?

You totally forgot about that, you were drunk out of your mind, you didn't think he was serious but it was worth a shot. He was pretty serious about buying your house. A knock made you come back to earth. You opened the door and were greeted by Lando, "Can I come in"

You opened the door widely, "Welcome to my humble abode".

His smile soon faded and his nose scrunched up, trying to pick up on the burning smell in the kitchen, "What's that smell?".

Oh shit. Your food was burning, you ran into the kitchen and immediately switched the stove off, you threw the burnt toast in the dustbin.

"Sorry, that was my breakfast".

"How about this, I see the house and you and I can go out and get food to finalise the deal".

You looked down at the floor shyly and nodded, "I'd love that".

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"And this is my bedroom, it's very girly I know but it'd make a perfect guest room, the view is amazing, the coastline, the warm air, the smell of the sea wafting in the air, what more could you ask for". You tried your best to makeup for the kitchen fiasco, worried that your carelessness might cause you the very great deal you had made.

Your blood ran cold when he chuckled, "Did you really think I would cancel our deal over that".

"Yeah"

He walked towards you, "I am serious about buying this house, it's beautiful just like it's owner".

"Is this your way of flirting with me".

He came closer to you, "Maybe".

You patted his chest, swatting him away playfully, "Nice try, we just met".

"Then get to know me".

You gave him a light smirk, "Maybe, after we finish the tour".

"This is the backyard, there's a huge pool over there, for sunbathing and pool parties, we have a small patch over there to grow vegetables and fruits, though it needs some water, ahh here's my favourite part of the backyard the gazebo, the backyard should be enough to knock your socks off along with the view of course". You spoke enthusiastically.

He clapped his hands together, "Your right this is a great investment, I am ready to buy this house right here right now".

You laughed loudly. Your laugh was like music to his ears, "Woah, easy there tiger there are some formalities first".

"Now that the tour is over how about that lunch".

You grabbed your bag from the table, "Fine, fine you got me".

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You and Lando, took a seat at a small café, surrounded by the serene beauty of Monaco. You could feel him staring at you, trying to hold his laugh, "Why are you dressed like that".

You fiddled with the flimsy menu held together in a small binder, "I thought you would understand, paparazzi, fans, I just don't want to get ambushed".

You admired this place, this little corner where you could come and eat, surrounded by flowers, greenery.

"Unlike you, I actually care about my fans, if anyone asks for a photo you give them what you want".

Taking off your designer sunglasses, you scoffed, "Clearly, your experience has been different". You ushered a waiter over to your table, "Umm, can I have the creamy pesto shrimp pasta and Lando what would you like to have".

The young Brit pointed his finger at some spot in the menu, "I'll have the cacio e pepe".

"So tell me more about yourself, your hobbies, ex-girlfriends". You wiggled your eyebrows amusingly

"Well with formula one I haven't found many hobbies, but I love streaming, I have a twitch account you should check it out, secondly, I have a couple ex-girlfriends".

"Aren't you a casanova".

"I am hardly a casanova, I am just too charming but enough about me and more about you, I want to know about your glamorous life in New York". He spoke taking a sip of his drink

You played around with the small paper straw in your pink lemonade, toying with the huge ice cubes, "It's not as thrilling as racing, but I get to wear pretty clothes, own many bags, get to travel for work a lot and the perks are just an addition but it isn't my favourite thing in the world".

His attention was now all on you his pasta untouched, and his eyes focused on you, "And what is this favourite thing of yours".

"It's quite funny, I don't know that myself".

You noticed how his face shifted, his lips curled into a frown. A guy like him only deserved to smile and looked his best when he was happy, "Then that's what we're going to find out till your here in Monaco".

"Aren't you busy with races". You questioned

He poked his cheek with his tongue giving you a tight lipped smile, "Oh, you can come to them too, cheer me on you know"

"That sounds fun".

"Trust me it is, so what do you want to do first".

You took a bite of your pasta, eyes widening slowly, "What, you mean you want to find my favourite thing now".

He gave his credit card to the young waitress, asking her to get him the cheque, "Yes now".

Here you were walking with 'The Lando Norris'. Holding gelato in your hand staring at the sun setting down."In all my years of living here I never appreciated the coastline until now".

You watched him take a huge bite of the pistachio ice cream in his hand, you knew he was regretting that bite by the look on his face, "Shit, this shit's cold".

"Were you even listening to me". You crossed your arms together forging a playful pout in order to guilt trip him.

"Something about the coastline".

"I guess you were listening".

You couldn't believe the man sitting next to you, eating his gelato and making jokes like a little child, the sun casting a warm glow on his face, enhancing his features you swore you had never seen a man as perfect as him before, "Come on, I'll take you home".

Riding in his Mclaren, your head out the window, your hair flowing in the air, you had never felt this alive before and it was all because of some guy who wanted to buy your house as a favour to you.

Now here he was standing in front of you, dropping you back home after an eventful day with that same droopy smile. There was tension but you couldn't act on it so you just smiled awkwardly, "I had fun today, same time tomorrow?"

"Heck yeah, I won't let you leave till we find that favourite thing of yours".

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#lando norris #lando norris f1 #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris fanfic #lando norris fluff #lando norris smut #formula 1 #f1 #ln4 #f1 x oc

[yawneneteyam]

gorgeous (2) — magnetic fields.

— GORGEOUS, an avatar smau ( by yawneneteyam ) masterlist

*dark mode = y/n light mode = neteyam*

— gorgeous, magnetic fields !

y/n left class quicker than she usually would that day. frightened she would fall down the stairs as she skipped a step on her way outside. neteyam noticed her rush, it intrigued him. he didn't want to overstep, but he had to gage if she was interested in knowing him or not.

neteyam saw y/n sitting over at a table outside the cafe, her headphones now on and face buried in her abundance of notes. he ordered a coffee and stood to the side so it didn't look as if he sought her out in the crowd- which is completely untrue. she looked peaceful, neteyam smiled at the sight.

his coffee was soon ready, he took a second before ordering another one. y/n was focused heavily on her work, so it wasn't until he sat down that she noticed Neteyam's presence.

y/n jumped in her seat, hand to her heart. "oh my god, neteyam-" she panted, "you scared me"

he chuckled a little, "so you do remember me," neteyam slid the extra coffee cup across the table to her, "I wasn't sure how you took your coffee, so I had to guess,"

y/n couldn't help the small blush that was rising onto her cheeks. she muttered a small thank you before taking a sip. she didn't actually like coffee, but if neteyam had given it to her- she would drink it. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything to you in class, I just had no idea how to talk to you,"

"well the last time you saw me you were in a questionable state," neteyam laughed, y/n took note of his two front teeth being slightly longer than the others. adorable, she thought, like a bunny. "did you feel okay the next day?"

"I wasn't too bad," y/n shook her head with a bashful smile, one neteyam really liked, "tsireya took good care of me,"

"well, good" he nodded, "I'm glad, I would've felt bad if you were super hungover- especially because it was my brother who put you in that state,"

"lo'ak is harmless, funny guy,"

"yeah, he's alright," neteyam agreed, "tuk is the real rager, my little sister- she's eight"

"thats so sweet!" y/n cooed at the thought of neteyam being an older brother to someone so young. she knew that he was a great brother, she could tell. "are you two close?"

"oh yeah," he nodded, looking down at his coffee thinking of tuk with a smile, "she's like my best friend". neteyam pulled out his phone to show his lock screen. a mirror selfie of him and a young girl with braided hair, a few pink beads styled in.

y/n sat there with neteyam for a few more minutes, speaking about his family. her heart was beating that little bit faster hearing how much he loves and cares for his family. it was insanely attractive. neteyam could breathe and she would think it was.

"I was gonna head to the library to get some more work done," Neteyam's face fell, she was leaving, "you can come if you want?" she said slowly.

"yeah," he nodded, two of his locs moving with his head, "I'll come with you,"

— gorgeous, magnetic fields ! second part is up! having lots of fun with these ones. y/n is me whenever neteyam came on screen <3. let me know any feedback or what you want to see!!!

#•°. * gorgeous smau #avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #neteyam x reader #neteyam headcanons #*࿐ neteyam #neteyam x y/n #neteyam sully #avatar smau #avatar au #avatar 2022 #avatar fanfiction #avatar twow

[milesmolasses]

Not Ridin' on Consistency (Hobie x blk! reader)

AHHH ITS HEREEE

i’ve been wanting to write about hobie for the longest.

I finally got around to it!!

⚠️: takes place around midtown Manhattan (42nd St?), really bad British slang, mentions of red heads, theres a reference in here to my favorite place ever (if u find it, i'll give u a cookie)

"I'm walking on clouds right now, holy shit," you laughed to your close friends. Coming back from gigs at ragers and raves was becoming frequent for the small band we configured. Performing with a small group of friends that you've known since childhood felt like a crazy fever dream; like an "Oh my god there is no way this shit is real" type of fever dream.

Though the gigs you got were small and didn't draw much traction, the fact that there were people out there who enjoyed the type of music you put out there, especially within the black community, really brightened your spirits and only furthered the small band's hopes of one day being wildly known amongst the people.

"My god man, did you see that one girl at the bar ogling at Malcolm?" asked Marsh. They walked in front of the group, skipping as they turned their body to walk backward, now properly looking at you and Malcolm while still ahead.

"What the one with red hair?"

"Yes, bro! Jesus fucking Christ it was like she was undressing you with her eyeballs," said Marsh, hands covering their eyes for comedic effect. Marsh had a knack for knowing when and how people stare at their friends, it's like they can feel other people's eyes on you. If you ever wanted to know if a cute girl or your crush was staring at you, they'd be the one to know.

You threw your head back as you laughed and jabbed Malcolm in his side, telling him, "Yo, you better watch out my black brotha, don't wanna be snow bunnied!"

The Dr. Umar reference seemed to set Malcolm over the edge as he complained the rest of the walk to the train station. Sayings like "My red-head phase was over mad long ago," or "Ya'll never gon' let me live that phase down huh," and other deflections were all that was said the rest of the way to the station.

Upon your arrival at the station, the emergency exit was open with busy people hustling to go in and out of the station without having to pay. So with a small crowd of people, you and your guys went through the exit. One person, in particular, caught your eye amid the crowd of people; loud, statement black wicks and a leather jacket wrapped around his waist, probably removed because of how hot it was in the station, and a scuffed pair of well-worn doc martins to pull together his all-black fit. A beautiful dark skin shimmering with sweat in the crowd of people, and to go with that, the eyebrow and lip piercings he had really suited his hard face. Strapped around his body, was a guitar out in the open with no case. "No case on the guitar isn't crazy?" you thought to yourself.

"Hello??? Y/N are you still with us, we have a train to catch?"

You blinked as you realized where you were. It's not like you were in a trance, just in your own head for a while, admiring him... Huh, suppose he did put you in a trance. Looking at Marsh in front of you, you looked up a bit past their head to see the train schedules and when the train was coming. Reading the sign it said the next train would be there in three minutes. "We have time, c'mon," you said as you walked past Marsh to the staircase headed to the 6 train.

Marsh looked up at Malcolm, eyes wide and astonished, "Did I not just..."

"Never mind that, let's go," said Malcolm. Marsh watched as Malcolm followed you up the stairs absolutely dumbfounded.

"I'm not appreciated enough," March mumbled as they sighed.

As you walked along the platform, you looked around to sus out your surroundings deciding on where a good place to stand and wait for the train was. That's when you saw him again, leaning on a surface with his hands in his pockets staring off into space. Your head started to wander with thoughts of who this guy was, and if you should know him or not considering the guitar strapped around him. Thinking of every punk, alt, and rock group you knew, you just couldn't seem to draw a conclusion about who this guy was. Maybe he wasn't in a band, maybe he rocked solo.

You stood on the opposite end of him, looking back to see where your crew was. You saw them headed towards you from the staircase as you smiled and waved them over. They were pretty far in the distance so you lightly giggled to yourself as you watched them speed walk.

"Nice threads."

What you heard next to you, was a man with a deep, thick British accent, and Lord did it made you weak in the knees. You subtly leaned against the stature close to you and looked to see to where the voice was coming from though, you felt like you had a pretty good idea of who was talking to you.

"Who me?"

"Yeah you bruv, ain't no one else I could be talkin' to."

You raised an eyebrow and your nose flared looking at him; this British attitude he was taking up with you did not sit right with you at all. Before you could say something you heard the train rumble and the lights grow brighter as the train emerged from its tunnel.

Malcolm was the first to make it to you with Marsh not trailing far behind as he said, "There is no reason this platform needs to be so damn long! The train doesn't need all this space!"

You could barely hear him though, with the train closely approaching and the British dude still on your mind.

"Literally, I knocked my case into people trying to speed walk over here," said Marsh gesturing to her case and the people all the way down the platform.

The train slowly came to a stop as it squealed along the tracks. Walking on the train as the door opened, you and your crew walked to an open area near the door opposite to the ones you walked through. Leaning on the door with Malcolm in front of you, you looked to your left and saw him, the rocker dude who gave you attitude earlier. Ignoring him, you decided to pay attention to your friends surrounding you. However, it appeared Marsh had other plans.

"Hey man, you should probably get a case for that soon. Don't want it getting scuffed up," said Marsh as they peered at the British guy standing next to you.

"Yeah, I've been told. Thanks mate."

In such a packed train, it was hard to move around to get a better look at the dude, so Marsh peeked her head even further to continue to conversation further. "So you play with anyone orrr..." they said, voice dozing off on the last part.

"Uh-huh. Got some ol' chaps back in London who I play with. You lot play good tonight?"

He turned his head looking over at Malcolm seeing that he had a drumstick twirling between his fingers. "Yeah at this underground place on 42nd. Shit was wild man," said Malcolm as he reached his hand out to give the guy a fist bump.

I stayed silent during their small talk about punk rock and guitars and whatnot. I fiddled with the strap on my shoulder from my bass case trying to look forward and ignore the conversation.

As they smiled and laughed at some joke Malcolm made, Marsh peeked their head towards the mystery guy and asked "Yo what's your name again?"

"Hobie. Hobie Brown."

The train began to loosen up a bit as more people started getting off at their stops. More seats opened up so we sat down across from each other. Marsh and Malcolm sat on one end of the train and me and Hobie sat on the other side.

"You strum? What model?" he asked nodding down at my case.

"Not guitar, I play bass," I said not even looking up at him.

"Bare quiet. Feels like I'm under some quiet investigation– you won't even give me the time of day," he chuckled. You turned your head towards him as you scrunched your eyebrows at him.

"Ten minutes ago you were rude to me."

"You're exaggerating innit, I was only pointing out the obvious," he said raising his eyebrows and smiling as if he was all innocent. But really he was laughing at your sensitivity.

"Mandem over there was just telling me about how good you were during your show," he said, nodding to Marsh and Malcolm on the other side of the train. "Good lot they are you know?"

"Of course I know, they're my friends idiot," you said, smiling as you rolled your eyes.

"Now that's proper rude, only been two minutes and you're taking the piss out of me," he said, voice laced with sarcasm.

"I-I'm sorry- taking the WHAT out of you?!" Now it was your turn to laugh as you covered your mouth and lolled your head back, not able to control the laughter coming from you.

He sucked his teeth and smiled as he mumbled under his breath, "Americans."

"Hey, you're lucky I don't start coming for your dental institutions next," you said as you looked over at him and smiled.

Looking up at the impending stops you had left on the train, you recognized Malcolm's stop was next, so he would be getting off soon. Turning to look at Hobie still sitting, you stood up and asked him to put his guitar down to save your seat. "Are you mad-!?"

"Just for two seconds while I say bye to Malcolm," you said already standing up and walking two steps to where Malcolm was sitting.

When you walked up to him, he was grinning up at you with the fattest smile ever, already standing up from where he was sitting ready to get off the train. "He's cute-"

"Shut up and c'mere," you rolled your eyes as you hugged him close to you. "Today was good man, text me when you get home," you said.

"Of course," he smiled as he pulled away, blowing a kiss to Marsh still sitting down.

"Text me when he asks you out," was the last thing he said to you as he exited the train. Looking towards Marsh and taking the now empty seat next to them, you rolled your eyes as you complained about how unbelievable he was for saying that. What you didn't notice was that Marsh wasn't looking at you as you spoke to them, they were looking directly in front of them.

"You say all this now, but what if I told you he has been staring at you for the past few minutes?"

"What-" You looked away from Marsh to see Hobie looking right at you, guitar by his side still saving your seat. When he noticed you looking back, he smirked at you as he nodded his head.

Marsh gave you a knowing look as they elbowed your side, "What the hell are you still doing here? He's waiting for you!"

You sighed while smiling as you walked over to Hobie. He took his guitar from the seat and shuffled to cross it back around his torso.

"So here I am looking dizzy with a guitar sitting next to me while the peng girl who asked me to do this is chattin' up her mates," he said as his eye followed your body as you sat next to him.

"I don't know if that was meant to be a compliment or if you just insulted me," you joked.

"You didn't give me much of a choice innit. I never got your name," he smiled at you.

Your nose flared, but not in annoyance from him like last time, but in a more bashful sense. You smiled and lolled your head to the side as you chuckled, "Y/N."

"Nice name, it up for sale?"

You giggled as Hobie focused on the way your shirt slightly lifted as you brought your hand to your mouth. "You never really thanked me for the compliment I gave you. Death is a proper band y'know?" He was talking about the graphic tee you wore; a band you've known most of your life called "Death," was plastered across your shirt.

"Oh! You mean the compliment that followed up with you painting me out to be a fool right after? That compliment?" Sarcasm and attitude dripped in your tone and it was driving Hobie mad. He laughed as he stretched his long legs out, turning to look at you.

"I'm serious! I'd pay a tenner to meet someone who has even half the mind to look up black rock artists, and here you are in a t-shirt making my wildest dreams come true," he said looking up with his head turned to the side to look at you.

"Ever since I was young, Death was all I heard growing up. Mom was like this huge super fan and would always play their popular songs," your mind wandered off to your childhood. You thought about music blasting through the walls of your childhood home, while your mother bathed you. Her soft eyes contrasted the music she played loudly, lowly singing the lyrics and looking at you lovingly.

"I'm sorry for your loss mate.. must be tough," said Hobie genuinely.

"Oh god, she's not dead!" Your hands covered your face as you bent down laughing. "She just doesn't play them as often anymore!"

"Geez you were chattin' like she passed," Hobie laughed. He watched you laugh and the way your face creased as you smiled, leaning into him. You had the prettiest shiny tooth gem decorating your left canine, glittering in the soft train light. He paid attention to the way your locs flowed and swayed with you wherever your body we. It was almost hypnotizing as they framed your face perfectly.

"I'm gonna call you Bonnie. Okay, Bonnie?"

You lifted your head out of your hands and looked at him with eyebrows furrowed in confusion, still smiling. "Does Bonnie mean something in the British language?"

"Look it up American," he said rolling his eyes. The deep dimples on his face made you smile in delight. They went well with all the lines and creases in his face; "He must be living a happy life," you thought to yourself.

Hobie looked up to see how many stops he had left, which wasn't many. "I gotta get going soon, Bonnie," he said rubbing his hands together. Standing up and brushing his pants off, he looked up at you and said "Welp, I'm off for tonight."

"W-wait huh? Hol' up a sec-" you said as you got up after him to the train doors. Turning to look at you, he raised an eyebrow as a way of questioning you.

"You should at least get my number or something. Unless you leave all your girls hangin' and bangin'," you said smirking up at him.

He chuckled as he looked down at your stature, "Nuff of my "girls" would have figured out by now that I don't have a phone and knock me off for a wasteman."

"So it appears we've run into a little problem, hmm? How can I see you again if you're what the girls say, a wasteman," you questioned with a small glint of hope in your mischievous eyes, hoping that he would give you something, anything that hinted at where you could see him again.

"A loft in Brooklyn might be a good place to start.. "

It was then that the train came to a stop and the door opened. Just as he was about to step off the train, he looked back at you and said,

"But I wouldn't count on it, see, I'm not really ridin' on consistency."

RAHHHHHHH

shit took entirely too long to write

but very worth it <3

#hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #hobie x you #spider punk #spider punk x reader #spiderman #milesmolasses

[taihua]

The only good thing about snow is when you see little creature tracks all over your yard and you recognize that the local bunnies were having a rager last night

[izzayroach]

Ana Playlist

Day After Tomorrow ❥ Phoebe Bridgers

Orange Juice ❥ Melanie Martinez

Empty ❥ Boyinaband, Jaiden

Dealer ❥ Lana Del Rey

Body Dysmorphia ❥ Eyedress

Oh Ana ❥ Mother Mother

The Other Side Of Paradise ❥ Glass Animals

Creep ❥ Radiohead

Remember You ❥ Trillian

Tired ❥ Beabadoobee

Gilded Lily (Sped up) ❥ Cults

No Surprises ❥ Radiohead

Alien Blues ❥ Vundabar

Bored ❥ Billie Eilish

I was all over her ❥ salvia palth

Where'd All the Time Go ❥ Dr. Dog

I Bet on Losing Dogs ❥ Mitski

Prom Queen ❥ Beach Bunny

Lights Are On ❥ Tom Rosenthal

First Love/Late Spring ❥ Mitski

Teen Idle ❥ MARINA

Nobody ❥ Mitski

Just ❥ Radiohead

Liquid Smooth ❥ Mitski

TV ❥ Billie Eilish

Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now ❥ The Smiths

Cigarettes out the Window ❥ TV Girl

Paper Bag ❥ Fiona Apple

Hunger ❥ Florence + The Machine

Scars To Your Beautiful ❥ Alessia Cara

Body ❥ Mother Mother

I Go Hungry ❥ Mother Mother

Skinny Love ❥ Bon Iver

Mr. Rager (Sped up) ❥ skyemane

Line Without a Hook ❥ Ricky Montgomery

Oh Klahoma ❥ Jack Stauber

Saline Solution ❥ Wilbur Soot

Body Terror ❥ AJJ

Space Song ❥ Beach House

Yellow ❥ Coldplay

Nothing's New ❥ Rio Romeo

Just Take My Wallet ❥ Jack Stauber's Micropop

Skinny Skinny ❥ Ashton Irwin

Goner ❥ Twenty One Pilots

Diet Mountain Dew ❥ Lana Del Rey

Afraid ❥ The Neighborhood

Ugly ❥ Nicole Dollanganger

I Feel Pretty/Unpretty ❥ Glee Cast

Wasted Summers ❥ juju<3

Flightless Bird, American Mouth ❥ Iron & White

I Know The End ❥ Phoebe Bridgers

Your Best American Girl ❥ Mitski

Monster ❥ Dodie

Race ❥ Alex G

Twin Size Mattress ❥ The Front Bottoms

Abbey ❥ Mitski

Dressed In Decay ❥ CKY

It Almost Worked ❥ TV Girl

Cough Syrup ❥ Glee Cast Version (LMAO)

Ryan & Dave ❥ Rare Americans

Sober to Death ❥ Car Seat Headrest

Please give me more music. It's my Inspo. DM for Spotify link ❤︎

#⭐️ving #fitspo #tw ana fast #tw ana shit #tw ana diary #ana trigger #ana meal #pro a4a #ana rant #fasting #ed not ed sheeran #tw ed diet #ed vent

[videogames-i-wish-were-real]

Videogames I wish were real #40

A co-op game where you and your friends each play as a different animal. While your owners were away you threw a rager of a party, and now that they are on their way back you need to clean the house and put everything where it was. Pick your character between cat, dog, bunny, hamster, parrot, snake, parakeet, turtle or crab. Every animal has different abilities and they all have their pros and cons. Good luck leaving everything as it was since none of you have opposable thumbs!

#viwwr #videogame #cats #dogs #videogames i wish were real #video game #co op games #casual games #writeblr #writers on tumblr #concepts #game design

[gantzxjoel]

MUSIC ASSIGNMENT JOEL JUNG 3RD YEAR PAGE 2

1. mary on a cross - ghost 2. no children - the mountain goats 3. i’m not a good person - pat the bunny 4. bigmouth strikes again - the smiths 5. kill all your friends - my chemical romance 6. immigrant song - led zeppelin 7. nobody puts baby in a corner - fall out boy 8. add it up - violent femmes 9. the ballad of chasey lain - bloodhound gang 10. choke - i don’t know how but they found me 11. bang the doldrums - fall out boy 12. crybaby - destroy boys 13. hatef--k - the bravery 14. e-girls are ruining my life! - corpse 15. vanished - crystal castles 16. spy? - whokilledxix 17. hey tomorrow fuck you and your friend yesterday - mindless self indulgence 18. wilson ( expensive mistakes ) - fall out boy 19. no surprises - radiohead 20. losing my religion - r.e.m. 21. mr. rager - kid cudi 22. chiquitita - abba 23. kill v. maim - grimes 24. baby’s on fire - die antwoord 25. the chain - fleetwood mac 26. tokyo drifting - glass animals, denzel curry 27. joyriding - frank iero 28. love from the other side - fall out boy 29. after dark - mr.kitty 30. can you feel my heart - bring me the horizon

#school days mission

[katsukikiss]

I FUCKIN HATE YOU

CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP // MINORS DNI // EREN X F!READER

Warnings: NSFW 18+, fingering, unprotected sex, alcohol use, noncon touching(ish), hate fucking?, creampie m, idk what else

AN: This is a collab for @bordemm bunny’s rager! It had to fit the theme/vibe of a song and mine was ‘IFHY’ by Tyler the Creator! Give it a listen when you’re about halfway through!

Big thanks to @morelikebaku-no for beta reading this for me!

WC: 5.2K

Masterlist

How did you two get to this point? Why did you hate each other? He would always shove you into walls when you got too close to him and you’d slap him across the arm in retaliation. He would mock how eager you were to please and achieve on missions, and you’d scoff at his selfishness. You threw insults and jabs back and forth whenever you two were near, which wasn’t too often anymore. Although, you weren’t the one who started this all. He used to be so nice, asking you if you needed help, giving you his food, riding your horses side by side. You were both so fond of one another, a bond you had shared since childhood. You thought you might’ve even loved him, but something snapped in Eren one day. You couldn’t understand why he changed so much after that day.

Eren remembered the day perfectly. You both got ready that morning before you set off for what would be a horrible evening. Your squad had a relatively easy mission to complete, but something felt off to you. Eren rested a hand on your shoulder, reassuring you that everything would be okay, and that he’d protect you. He always stuck close to you on these missions, fearing that he’d lose you like he lost everyone else.

You set off on horseback together. You were a skilled cadet, well seasoned in using your ODM gear. Eren hated when you’d get cocky and push yourself too far, but thats why he stuck so close, but not this time. Levi sent you and Jean forward in a group of two, despite Erens pleas to be paired up with you. You shot him a reassuring smile before you and Jean pushed forward and to the right. Eren had to stay in the center with Levi and Armin, his eyes trailing off to watch you descend further away from him.

You and Jean easily took out five abnormals, you killing three and him taking out the other two. You were in a state of euphoria, zipping through the trees. Jean admired your strength and confidence, but they all still saw you as someone that needed protecting, and it royally pissed you off. You slung off to the left, Jean quickly losing sight of you.

“Y/N! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING?!” he howled out to you. He swiftly maneuvered around to try and follow you. Then he heard you scream.

Your blood curdling screams echoed through the forest. ‘T-Thats y/n’ Eren thought to himself.

“EREN WAIT!” Armin loudly pleaded, but Eren was gone, slashing his way through the trees to where your voice came from. Rage was radiating through his body, how could Jean have lost you, let you get hurt. He swore he was going to beat him half to death for letting something happen to you. He moved at an inhuman speed, frantically looking around for where you might be. Then he saw a 15 meter titan, with a tight grasp on you and your neck. Blood was dripping from your nose and lips, you lacked the ability to scream anymore.

Without thinking, Eren transformed. It was dangerous for him to go into his titan form, with you so close and vulnerable, but his body acted on its own will. He lunged at the titan, his mouth clamping hard onto the arm in which you were trapped in. The arm came tumbling to the ground, with you hurdling down with it. Eren was too blinded by rage that he failed to realize you were about to splatter on the ground. He continued to thrash at the titan that once held you. You looked down and your eyes filled with fear. Why wasn't he going to catch you? Suddenly you heard quick sipping noises and you were caught by Jean. He glanced down at you nervously, his breath heaving. He perched up onto a large branch and sat you down against the trunk of the tree.

“Oh my god y/n are you okay?!” he asked in a panicky breath, cupping your face in his calloused hands. You shook as you looked over his shoulder to see Eren still on a rampage, but now he was running towards you two. You lifted a quivering finger to point to him, your throat bruised and unable to form words, and Jean quickly turned his head. A large hand was coming down at you two. Jean scooped you up and slung the two of you away as the branch snapped. Eren let out a shrieking scream that sent shivers down both of your spines. Jean never let up his tight grasp on you as he navigated his way through the forest, trying to get as far away as possible. Eren hadn’t lost control in so long, and now he was trying to kill you.

You got back to the rest of the squad, and Jean explained what had happened. Armin, Mikasa and Levi all went back into the forest to find Eren. He was in a clearing, sticking out of the nape of his now disintegrating titan form, sobbing uncontrollably. They approached him with caution. He hysterically screamed at them, “I'M A MONSTER, I ALMOST KILLED HER!”

You had spent three months in the infirmary, healing from the broken arm and bruised windpipe you had suffered. Everyone came to visit you regularly, except Eren. He never came by to see you, and shuddered when Armin finally recommended that he should.

“I dont want to fucking see her” he muttered under his breath. Armin stopped speaking, not wanting to push his friend over the edge again. You were finally strong enough to go back to your own room, eat in the dining halls, and train. Much to your dismay, Levi wasn’t going to put you back on missions for awhile.

Your first day back in the dining hall, everyone beamed a smile at you.

“Hey y/n! Why dont you come sit over here?” Jean shouted to you. You smiled and looked away, opting for your usual table instead. You made your way to Armin, Mikasa and Eren with your tray. You plopped your tray down and scooted your way over to Eren. His head was low until you sat down. He looked up at you with anger in his eyes.

He was never angry at you, but at himself. He feared being anywhere near you. You almost died at his hands and he could never forgive himself for that. You were so sweet, never once holding a grudge for what happened that day. He hated how forgiving you were, it made it all so much harder. He made a promise to himself that he needed to stay away from you, make you hate him if it meant you’d be safe.

“Long time no see Eren!” you exclaimed. Mikasa and Armin both looked at Eren anxiously. He slammed his fist on the table, standing up and walking away.

“What's his problem?” you asked the other two who were looking at you with doe eyed expressions.

“Not sure, but I think it's best if you keep your distance for a little okay y/n?” Armin said in an apologetic tone. He could see the pain and worry twist its way into your face. ‘What did I do wrong?’ you asked yourself. Tears flooded down your face as you ran out of the dining hall back into your room. You told yourself this wouldn’t last long and things would be back to normal but you were so wrong.

Six months later and now you and Eren thoroughly hated one another. You couldn’t take his insults and cold shoulder anymore so you threw it back at him, making the divide between you two grow larger with every passing day. You let your feelings from before the mission drift away and all you were left with was resentment and anger. You never understood why he turned so cold but you didn’t care to figure it out anymore, he never wanted to be around you and that was it. But little did you know, someone else had really convinced him to stay away from you. He wanted to try and talk to you one day but Mikasa coerced him out of it, telling him that it would make things worse and that he would only end up hurting you again. He believed her and vowed to stay away from you.

It was a crisp Saturday evening. The regiment was going to be drinking and celebrating a successful mission outside together later that night, even Levi and Erwin would be attending. You made your way over to Sasha’s room to talk and get ready. It was nice to finally have a day to let loose and have fun. You and Sasha decided to take some sheers to old shirts and create sexy twist tops; neither of you had attire for a night out like this. You took an old black t-shirt of Erens that he had given to you one night, looking at it you felt a pang in your heart, before you shook it away and began to cut. You twisted it in the middle, giving your breasts little fabric hammocks to rest in. You pulled the straps up and over your shoulder. You shoved yourself into some high waisted jeans before heading out with Sasha.

It was a lively sight. People hugging and laughing, ignoring the horrible world they lived in for a while. Connie waved you and Sasha over to him and Jean who were seated around a high table. You jumped up onto a stool between the two boys and across from your friend. Jean had a pitcher of beer on the table and four glasses for you all. You finished three pitchers all together in the matter of 30 minutes, talking and cracking jokes the whole time.

You looked around and spotted Armin red faced, blabbering off to Commander Erwin, whose face was also flushed red from the alcohol he had consumed. It was a pleasant surprise that made you smile, seeing the two blonde men letting loose for a bit. Then you saw Eren and Mikasa, sitting at a table together getting belligerently drunk. You were never jealous of her, he always told you she was like a sister to him, but then you shook your head. ‘What? Why would I even be jealous anyway…’ you looked away from the pair, cursing at yourself for even feeling that way. ‘He hates you, you hate him’ you reminded yourself.

Your attention was snapped back when Connie placed four shots onto the table. You were no stranger to drinking, you actually really enjoyed it; maybe too much. You all nodded, tapping your shots down on the table, bringing them up, clanging them all together, then slamming them back onto the table before throwing the clear alcohol back into your mouths. Sasha groaned at the foul taste, begging Connie to go get some food with her to wash it out of her mouth. They headed off towards a table of food, leaving you and Jean alone. You looked back over at Eren, but he and Mikasa were both gone. Your mind started racing, but you kept your calm on the outside. You were pretty drunk at this point, vision a bit distorted, but your words still came out presentable. Jean laughed, he watched you sway in your seat before gripping tightly onto the table almost falling.

“You alright pretty girl?” Jean asked in a flirty voice. He was always super kind to you, especially after the accident, but he also learned not to baby you anymore after that. Sure, he was mad you ran off on your own, but he understood why you did that in the moment, you felt like you needed to prove something. You didn’t mind him taking a coy tone with you tonight.

“Oh yeahh don't worry about me” you said, dragging your words a bit in a teasing voice. You winked at him and he blushed. You were typically sarcastic when Jean flirted with you but not now. He was cute, maybe not ideal but you can’t be that picky when you weren’t dealt a great hand in the Scouts. He slid his hand across the table and grabbed onto yours gently. You looked up at him with a wide eyed, innocent look on your face. You looked to the side to see if Eren came back around, but to your frustration he was still nowhere to be found. You looked back at Jean.

“You know, I’ve always thought you were so beautiful y/n” he confesses, his grip on your hand tightening. You probably would have blushed under normal circumstances, but your drunken state left you smirking at him with an insatiable gleam in your eyes.

“So why don’t we…” your voice trailing off, you nodded your head to the side, signaling to Jean that you wanted to ditch the party and be alone. His entire face flushed red and his pupils dilated. He was so eager to finally have you to himself. He stood up briskly as did you. He held onto your hand, walking forward without saying a word to you. You started to feel a bit intimidated by the tall handsome man as he led you away from the crowd and into the dark of the night. But someone was watching you two, never stopped watching.

He pushed you up against the stables and began ravenously kissing at your neck and squeezing at your breast. Being touched deprived and drunk made you moan at his every touch.

“You look fucking incredible in this shirt” he huffed out. His lips came back to yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth. He started to move his hand lower and lower. You started to get nervous, you didn’t want to go this far, you weren’t ready to. You grabbed at his arm and whimpered out, “I-I don’t wanna do that right now, okay?” Jean kept moving his hands down. You weren’t sure if maybe he didn’t hear you or was too drunk or was just flat out ignoring you. Then his hand was forcefully pulled out of your pants as he fell backwards into the ground.

“Get the fuck off of her and get out of here. Now” Eren demanded in a fierce tone. He was standing above Jean, looking down at him. Any haziness you had in your head was washed away when you saw the scene unfold in front of you. Jean scrambled to get to his feet before looking Eren right in the eye.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he challenged. Eren was seething with anger. They both burned holes into each other's eyes. You didn’t want to see anyone get hurt because of you, so you spoke up.

“Jean, it's okay, I'm okay, I’ll catch up with you later okay?” you tried to reassure him. He looked at you confused then back at Eren with a grimace before turning away from the two of you.

“Alright whatever” he groaned, disappointed. You looked at the man in front of you for a second, before you lazily lunged at him with a fist. You were so angry and emotional when you saw him leave. Your coordination still wasn’t functioning at its best, he easily dodged and grabbed your wrist.

“What the fuck were you doing back here? Was he trying to..?” he manically questioned before letting go of his grasp on your arm. You were surprised to see how riled up he was over seeing you with Jean. You decided to push your luck.

“Why do you care Eren? And yeah, we were going to fuck until you came and ruined it” you spat at him.

“I heard you y/n, and I saw him ignore you. Don't play tough when I know you aren’t” he hissed back at you.

“What is wrong with you? Why were you watching us, you freak? Weren’t you off fucking Mikasa?” you sneered at him. You were embarrassed that he caught you lying, but even more embarrassed that he watched Jean touch all over you.

“You should be grateful I was here, who knows what we would’ve done” he answered, ignoring your comment about Mikasa. It gave him pleasure knowing you still cared a bit, that maybe you were even jealous.

“Grateful? I have no reason to be thanking you, I can handle myself just fine now leave me alone” you said, shoving your way past him. He grabbed your arm and yanked you back.

“What the fuck Eren. Get off of me…don’t you have another girl to harass?” you scoffed at him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” he stated in a shadowy tone.

“Don’t play dumb, you and Mikasa left together”

“We didn’t..but why do you care hm?” he asked, slightly smirking. He was lying, but he didn’t want you to know that just yet.

“I don’t give a shit, fuck whoever you want but don’t ruin my sex life too”

“I actually never left the party”

“Yes you did”

“Maybe you didn’t see me, but I was there, watching you,” he confessed.

“Eren what the fuck” you said, afflicted by what he had just said. Over the last year he spent everyday avoiding you, your gaze, your touch, and when you were around he was nothing short of evil to you. But here he was, hands on your wrists, having the longest conversation you two had ever had since the mission. You felt your emotions being pulled in every direction. ‘He still cares. He hates you. He’s an asshole. Does he miss you?’ You couldn’t figure out what to think, but one thing you knew was that you couldn’t forgive him for the way he had treated you.

“I don’t know why you were watching over me, or why you’re even talking to me right now, but I want to leave. I don’t want anything to do with you” you stammered. It wasn’t entirely true. You missed him so much, but that was the old him. You don’t even know who you’re looking at anymore.

“Y/n, I know that isn’t true” he said, inching closer to you. You could smell alcohol on his breath and the scent made you dizzy. You backed up, trying to pull your hands from his grip but it was of no use. Your back was up against the wood of the stables.

“I've missed you so much, you have no idea” he remarked, with a hint of sadness in his voice. You looked up at Eren, finally locking eyes with him. You hadn’t looked him in the eyes in so long. Despite everything, his eyes were the same as you remembered. They looked at you sympathetically, with love and tenderness, the way he used to. However, your fleeting moment of empathy turned quickly back into anger

“How could you?! How could you just cut me out of your life, treat me like a fucking stranger? And you have the audacity to pull this little stunt! ” you screamed at him, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.

“I-Im sorry, I-“ he was cut off by your hand sharply smacking him across the face. He stumbled back and away from you.

“Get the fuck away from me. You don’t get to just walk back into my life, no, fuck that and fuck you” you refuted. Your reply hit him harder than the slap. He couldn’t let you go, never again. The brief compassion he had was gone. He was done trying to be gentle, you had awakened something that had lied dormant for months. He spent so long trying to stay away from you, his thoughts tormenting him, but you were different now. He was going to go easy on you, slowly open up to you to see if you could accept him into your life again, but it seemed he couldn’t take that approach anymore. He slammed you back into the side of the stable, trapping your arms behind your back and gripped your jaw with one large hand.

“I did that all for you. You don’t know how hard it was for me to be mean to you, to stay away from you. But here you are, and I'm not going to hold back anymore” he revealed with a low predatory voice, sending an aching chill to your core. He slipped his free hand under your little makeshift shirt and ferociously clutched at your breast. He aggressively pressed his lips against yours, his heart fluttering as he finally felt your soft pretty lips against his own. A low whine vibrated in your throat. You wanted to be stronger, to push him away from you but your resolve crumbled.

“I don’t want to see you around Jean or any other guy here, do you understand me?” Eren murmured, his throat rasping with the low tone he took.

‘Excuse me, what did he just say?’ You couldn’t just take orders from him, not after all he put you through. You snapped out of the trance he had you under. You looked at him with scalding eyes and spit onto his face. It was risky, but you weren’t thinking straight. Again, you were conflicted between screaming at him or accepting him, hating him or loving him. He looked down at the dirt and slowly dragged his hand across his face, wiping your saliva from his cheek. He creeped his head back up, his vile look tormenting you.

“Who the fuck do you think you are Eren? Trying to tell me what to do with my body? Fuck off” you hissed back at him. You tried to move away from him but his hand was encasing your fragile throat.

“I know you miss me baby, I know you want to let me back in, but you have too much pride, you were always too stubborn. Let me show you what you’re missing” he muttered. You wanted him to be wrong but he was so right. You desperately wanted to forgive him and bring everything back to the way it used to be. His free hand unzipped your tight jeans and tugged them down to the ground. His thick digits started to rub against your folds through your pink lace panties. His other hand moved from your neck to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back. He bit and sucked at the tender flesh of your neck, leaving little territorial marks all over you. Your lips parted to let out soft mewls. The last few months suddenly flashed before you, bringing anger back to the forefront of your mind.

“I h-hate you!” you screamed. Despite enjoying the way he was making you feel, you still had so much to let out.

“Don’t say that” he growled. His hands were under the fabric of your panties now, two fingers pumping in and out of you. His thumb reached around to swirl erotic circles on your sensitive nub.

“I mean it” you softly moaned out.

“No babygirl, you don’t. You can’t lie to me” He cooed into your ear. His fingers pace inside you abruptly quickened causing you to let out a pleasurable cry. Something about this new Eren was making your mind go crazy, he had an intense hunger for you and a depraved way of fulfilling it.

“Come back to me y/n, let's start over” he groaned into your ear, and you had a feeling he wasn’t suggesting that, but rather demanding. He tried to reach for your hand.

He desperately wanted you to touch him. You held your arms behind your back the entire time, by choice. You didn’t want to make him feel good, you didn’t want to feel his body, his face, his hair, or you knew you’d completely come undone.

“N-no Eren” you stammered. You were pushing his buttons, seeing how far you could go, how much he could take. He was starting to get angrier, revealing his deep sinful nature. He flicked his two fingers up, hitting your spongy spot every time they prodded back into you. His talented digits made your chest rise and fall quickly, letting short strained breaths and cries out.

“Wrong answer. You don’t get a choice. You will be mine” he demanded. Just as these words left his mouth your walls began to involuntarily clench around his fingers, your juices releasing all over them. You scraped your nails into the wood behind you, desperately trying to offer yourself some comfort. His possessive words should be scaring you, making you uncomfortable, but they only make you long for him more. Something about his controlling nature was truly intoxicating.

“I knew it, you do miss me, don’t you babygirl? I knew I should’ve done this earlier” he insinuated, a shameless smile creeping up on his face. He pulled his fingers out of your sobbing hole and brought them up to his mouth. He lolled his tongue out and slowly dragged his fingers down, savoring your sweet taste. You watched him in the lewd act, but thought about his words for a moment. ‘I knew I should’ve done this earlier’ you want to ask him what he meant but before you could speak his mouth was on yours, lips meeting once again. He gave you a wet kiss before pulling away to look at you. He pet your face and swept your wet strands of hair off your sweating forehead. Even all hot and messy, you still looked so adorable to him.

“Please baby, I can’t take it anymore. Put your arms around me” he begged. You gave the slightest nod of disapproval, pissing him off again.

“When I try to ask nicely you refuse. What is it with you?” he scowled at you. He yanked your arms from behind your back, making you yelp. He put them on his shoulders and pressed his body flush to yours. You stopped trying to fight his advances, wrapping one hand behind his neck and the other snaked through his hair.

His clothed bulge was firmly pressed against your exposed cunt. You began to buck your hips forward into him, forcing a low moan to escape his lips. He placed his hands on your thighs and hoisted them up and around his waist. You continued to kiss and explore each other's mouths with your tongues. You twirled yours around his, as if they were always meant to dance with one another.

He picked up your pants and carried you a few over to a shed. He kicked the door open, removed a hand from your ass to pull a light on. You looked and saw an old steel table with miscellaneous tools and blueprints all over it. Eren used a hand to shove everything to the side and sat you down. He stood between your legs, your neck angled painfully high to kiss the man towering above you. His hands moved down to his crotch as he meticulously unbuttoned his slacks. His throbbing member sprung from his boxers as he lowered them down his legs. Your mind was racing as you thought about what was actually happening. He pressed his cock against your needy hot cunt, sweeping through your puffy lips with it. All inhibition left your body from the touch. You pulled him close to you, the heat radiating between your legs.

“Fuck me Eren, please” you begged him. Your words made his blood hot.

“About time” he groaned. He aligned his cock with your tight entrance. He firmly grabbed your ass cheeks as he slowly advanced himself into your sobbing cunt. Your walls clung onto his swollen tip. He bucked his hips before completing bottoming out inside of you, gently grazing your cervix. His thrusts turned into brutal ramming, the entire table shaking with ever hard pound into you. Your lower stomach was bulging with every assault, your head hanging back from the feeling.

“Do you still hate me now?” he spat at you. His eyes transfixed on your bouncing tits. You couldn’t think straight, the pleasure of his cock hitting you in all the right places scrambled your brain.

“N-No no Eren fu-uck just fuck me, faster please!” you squealed out. He was already savagely slamming into you, but he answered your calls and quickened his pace. He grabbed you by the neck, forcing your head forward to look into his eyes.

“Tell me, tell me you’re mine” he whined into your ear. His eyes looked primal, as if he would devour you if you didn’t answer him correctly. You could tell he was close, his thrusts were getting sloppier and all he could do was let out husky breaths and little moans.

“Ah fuck I’m all yours Eren!” you cried out.

“ONLY mine”

“Y-yess ONLY yours”

Your legs wrapped around him as your orgasm shocked your entire body. You gripped his dark locks and looked up to see Eren’s eyes looking at yours, admiring the way your face contorted with pleasure. His knees buckled as his cock twitched inside you, releasing his warm thick cum all over your walls. He slowly dragged himself out of you, huffing heavy breaths out. Your legs fell down to dangle off the side of the table again. You rested your head onto his chest and he wrapped his arms around you, placing his head on top of yours. You both laid there, chests heaving in unison. You abruptly pulled away, startling him, and you looked up.

“Why d-did you leave me Eren?” you asked, tears welling up in your solemn eyes. He looked to the side, saddened by the question, and trying to find the right words.

“Because, I didn’t want to hurt you. I thought you’d be better off away from me after the mission and I-“

“Why would I be better off that way? You hurt me even more by doing that…”

“I nearly killed you y/n! I almost lost you, and everyone made me feel like I would be a danger to you” he whispered. Anguish and hurt flooded his voice when he spoke to you. The once domineering man was crumbling as he gave his confession to you.

“Why did you wait so long? Why now?” you said, pulling aggressively on his shirt. You recalled him saying he wanted ‘to do this sooner’ but never got to ask about it. He rubbed the back of his neck before looking down at you.

“I…well…Mikasa told me to stay away from you too…and I did leave the party before with her..but only for a little and that’s when I realized her intentions…but I came right back to find you and talk to you after that” he said, searching your face for a hint of how you were feeling. Your expression was blank, eyes were now dried and void of emotion. You jumped off the table and started putting your pants on. Eren started to grow worried as you neared the door.

“Y/n? Where do you think you’re going?”

“To find Mikasa”

#bunnys rager #eren x you #eren smut #attack on titan eren #aot x reader #aot fanfiction #jean kirschstein #eren jaeger

[bordemm]

It wouldn't let me send you a dm but could I get Vaya Con Dios with Iwaizumi

yeah ofc

#ask bunny #bunnys rager

[allelitewrestlings]

THE BUNNY & THE BLADE AEW Dynamite Road Ranger | July 7, 2021

#aew #aewedit #aew dynamite #allie #laura dennis #the bunny #the blade #all elite wrestling #event: road rager #tv: dynamite #dynamite: s03e27 #* #ours: edits #candids #maker: r #faction: bbb

[tearsofasaiyan]

Area 451

#area 451 #450 splash #kris statlander #orange cassidy #the bunny & the blade #the blade #the bunny #aew dynamite #aew road rager

[blueonwrestling]

that was a great mixed tag, im generally not a fan of mixed tags but that was still great fun.

kris statlander getting to finally show off alot was great too pulling off her 450 too, i fucking really enjoy her and hope she gets the women’s belt eventually.

#aew #aew dynamite #aew road rager #orange cassidy #kris statlander #the blade #the bunny #allie

[beingallelite]

Was Orange Cassidy & Statlander able to Beat the Blade & Bunny | AEW Dynamite: Road Rager, 7/7/21

#kris statlander #allie #orange cassidy #braxton sutter #the butcher the blade & the bunny #orange and kris #aubrey edwards #aew #all elite wrestling #youtube: aew #posted on: 7.10.21 #aew on tnt #aew dynamite #wednesday night dynamite #aew miami #road rager

[misskathcake]

Bunny and the Pearl Choker

Nothing is going to stand against Harry’s way. The 20th of October would be perfect, must be perfect.

That’s Harry's current state of mind just as the new month rolled-in, the chilly autumn air already starting its full-pledged invasion of his sweet little flat.

‘Blankets, would she like blankets?’ he thinks, as he closes the stubborn window in his living area and fetches the new cream colored fluffy blanket from the basket filled with an assortment of other blankets in different sizes, colors, and textures, keen to not freeze his bones off while trying to be the best boyfriend there is on this planet.

‘No, don’t think so.’ Harry converses with his thoughts, taking a seat on his couch, ‘I always get new blankets for her every time we go out, that’s not special enough. Have to think better than that, Harry. Yup, that’s the right path to follow right now.’

See, Harry has the perfect idea on how he’s going to make a superb use of his free Friday afternoon when one of his uni professors called in sick late last night.

Harry’s plan is to spend the rest of his afternoon on his soft baby blue couch (his beautiful girlfriend always had the same shade painted on her nails prompting him to buy the couch in that color), freshly made latte with a few pumps of the pumpkin spice syrup (that his lovely girlfriend had bought him) resting on the coffee table for his convenience, the new cream colored fluffy blanket already wrapped around his bottom half (always a necessity to get new blankets because he’s cuddly girlfriend gets easily cold), and with his laptop perched on his lap ready to research away (and yes, the laptop also has a connection with his thoughtful girlfriend who had given him stickers of different kinds of bunnies doing different things to decorate it.)

Said beautiful, lovely, cuddly, and thoughtful girlfriend is going to celebrate her 21st birthday on the 20th of October; Harry’s perfect plan is to organize a perfect birthday for her with no other things needed to be said or thought over. He’ll take it upon himself to do it, as an obligation of a wonderful boyfriend who only wants the best for his girl on her special day.

Dedicating some time to planning is only the responsible way to go about planning anything that you want to garner immaculate results for, especially when Harry has no idea on what his girlfriend wants for her birthday.

Don’t get him wrong, he knows Sophia inside and out like the back of his hand, though he also knows how timid she is about voicing her wants especially when it's something material like a birthday present or something to do with celebrating her which she thinks are unnecessary actions cause she’s kind and modest like that.

Harry has done his part and obviously asked her in person, they value communication in their relationship so it was only wise for him to come forth and ask verbally of what she wants to do and have for her 21st before he starts scheming behind her back and it ending up to be a failure because it wasn’t what the birthday girl had wanted.

So just last week, while they were both cuddled together in the very same couch Harry is sitting on right now, he asked Sophia who was lying comfortably on top of him, face squished on his chest wrapping a chocolate brown blanket tighter around their bodies if she had any plans for her birthday.

The girl had stopped breathing in his comforting scent and nuzzling her face to his jumper, and looked at him, eyes lighting-up with a bit of surprise like she didn’t expect the question at all.

Instead of the usual wish of a 21st rager for a birthday, Sophia scrunches her nose adorably, thinking for a moment with her cute little bottom lip jutting out a bit just like every time they study together causing a distracted Harry every now and then.

“Hmmm.. I don’t know bunny. Maybe we can just bake something nice and have a movie marathon here? I’d really like it if we just watched Civil War again, haven’t seen Chris Evans in that film for awhile.”

And of course, her answer would be a sweet little movie night with a little baking at the side, a typical occurrence in their relationship as both utterly love a good, cozy chilled-in night. But that’s the thing, Harry thought, it was such a regular thing that they do all the time and her birthday should be something more special than that. Plus, he doesn’t want to share her attention with Chris bloody Evans on her birthday! That won’t do, it happens all the time already and Harry would especially want to be the one that provides a smashing time for her on her special day, not some super human in blue spandex with killer biceps (that, Harry can probably agree Chris Evans has it in the bag).

So Harry voiced out his thoughts, even adding in the fact that she also should think about what she wants as a gift and as expected, the pout on her pretty pink lips even got bigger, wide blue eyes looking owlishly at him.

“Don’t want anything out of the ordinary. Bunny, you’re already a good time to spend my birthday with, and an amazing gift too for being in my life.”

Now that was sweet, and Harry doesn’t have the heart to say otherwise when she comes nuzzling back to his chest almost purring in content like a cat.

But Harry won’t also let it slide that easily, knows deep down that no matter what Sophia says, his Sunflower would appreciate whatever effort he will bring to the table might it be baking and a movie marathon, or an all-planned birthday celebration outside the confines of their home.

That’s why here he is, immersing himself in full-concentration mode as he turns the power of his laptop on, sipping cautiously at the sweet and aromatic hot beverage on his favorite sunflower embossed mug.

Harry opens a new tab on Google, trying to rack his brain for any clue or inkling to what his girlfriend might want after consulting their friends if something might have slipped in their conversations with her.

Glenne, her best friend who she’s with most of the time that her and Harry are not attached to the hip, had mentioned nothing saying that conversations about Sophia’s 21st never even came-up in any of their conversations. That alone, has Harry slightly panicked already as he knows that the chances that any of their other friends have in knowing what Sophia might want, was possibly in the lower spectrum.

His assumptions we’re indeed confirmed upon asking Sarah, Mitch, and Jeff, all three leaving him with the same empty-handed results. All of their friends assured him though that Sophia’s a really sweet and simple girl that whatever Harry plans for her she would surely appreciate more than an average person.

The thing is, Harry knows that’s absolutely true. His Sunflower is the sweetest, most gentle and kind soul he has ever met, it does kind of feel silly that he’s stressing himself out over here trying to plan such an intricate thing for her birthday when he knows Sophia’s being genuine with just wanting a simple night-in with just the two of them together.

Harry shakes his head, determination winning over the better part of him as his fingers start typing away for possible 21st birthday celebration recommendations. He started with looking at blog posts and websites that show a list of possible activities and gifts to do, but then proceeded to look at certain activities when the broad selection was just overwhelming him.

After about 45 minutes of looking here and there on the internet, Harry’s luck still seemed to not have gotten any better and allowed himself a five minute break to make another cup of latte. While doing so, he looks at his discarded phone checking for any missed messages, his worries and slight tiredness from his research abruptly washes away just upon seeing the gorgeous smiling face of his girlfriend on his lockscreen from their recent trip to the South of France last summer. His Sunflower really basks in the glory of the summer season and its endless sunshine grandeur.

Suddenly, something clicks in him. Summer. Sophia loves summer more than any season and has always loved significantly all their activities during those times of the year. His mind instantly reels him back to every single summer picnic they shared, specifically noting her speechless awed expression at their last picnic in the South of France where Harry took her to the most gorgeous open field with luscious flowers sprinkled around, the lavenders a definite favorite with Sophia not failing to mention that detail to every person who asked them about their trip when they came back to uni after their holiday.

Clapping in excitement, Harry dopily makes his way back to the couch, cursing loudly when he sips on his new cup of pumpkin spice latte forgetting that it was still scorching hot.

That doesn’t deter him, already knowing how to use it to his advantage when Sophia comes to his place for dinner later and he can act all wounded-puppy-like and get her to kiss him better. For now, he must think of the best way to get about preparing a summer picnic for his lovely girlfriend in the bloody autumn weather.

Harry feels his luck starting to look better, typing the single letter ‘p’ on his browser suggests him to a Pinterest link that apparently has been visited on his laptop. Curiously, he opens the link knowing within himself that he has never visited this website, and oh my god did he hit the bloody jackpot without even exerting any effort!

The link opens to a Pinterest board filled with picnic ideas and aesthetic, upon looking further Harry realizes that Sophia must have, actually definitely, used his laptop to log-in her Pinterest account and apparently create a dedicated board for anything picnic related. It’s never been an issue for them to use each other's devices and log-in their accounts to it, knowing that neither of them has anything to hide nor any reason to snoop around in the first place. This however, is the only time Harry might be inclined to do so, for pure and honest intentions though!

Knowing deep down inside that he’s about to do nothing wrong at all, Harry decides to continue and starts taking notes dutifully, already finalizing ideas in his mind on the tangible things he has to prepare and get, already deciding on the overall theme and route he wants this picnic to be.

The next 30 minutes passes-by and Harry can confidently say that he has everything sorted plan-wise on this sweet and humble picnic for his girl, already sorted his schedule too on when to accomplish specific tasks.

He checks the time on his wall clock, realizing that he only has about an hour left before Sophia’s last class of the day ends, and he plans to pick her up and treat her to dinner in one of their favorite cafes just around town knowing that she’s most probably craving their strawberry smoothie cause he definitely is salivating thinking about the banana one.

With that in mind, Harry proceeds to look at the other boards on Sophia’s Pinterest, thinking might as well because it seems like his girlfriend had found a quiet solace on this app to project her wants and plans.

Again, Harry is astounded how the answers to his burning question of what to get her as a gift easily comes to his possession with just a simple scroll and click.

A pearl necklace, specifically a mini Vivienne Westwood Bas Relief Choker, is apparently the only material thing that his Sunflower wants and is too shy to tell him.

Well, looks like Harry has got some pearls to buy and woo his girlfriend with.

***

Maybe Harry has overestimated these divine blessings that have easily come to his hand, because here he is, waiting for the third time for this bloody pearl choker to get back in-stock on the website.

Apparently, everyone wanted to get the pearl chokers just at the same time that Harry needed it, as if he wasn’t the only one in London planning to surprise their girlfriend for their big 21. Relentlessly, Harry refreshes the website again and again while waiting for his French literature professor to enter the room, not noticing his two best mates sliding in on either seats beside him.

Jeff whistles, catching Harry’s attention; he’s looking at the screen of Harry’s laptop as if he knew the hardship of just wanting to get the bloody gift for your girlfriend but you can’t cause the universe was just feeling to torment him and make him wait.

“I hate to break it to you, H,” Jeff says, curving an arm around his shoulder, “There’s no bloody chance that you can get Soph that choker unless you call in to reserve it from your local store and then pick it up at the date they advise you with.”

Harry frowns, “How do I know that what you’re saying is credible?”

Jeff feigns a gasp, “Since when did you start questioning the legitimacy of my suggestions?”

Harry just raises an eyebrow in return, “Haven’t yet, but there’s always a first for everything.”

Mitch begins to laugh at Jeff’s shocked and affronted expression upon realizing that Harry wasn’t joking around in the first place with his question.

“Mate, this is fucking serious business here,” Mitch says to Jeff, raising his hand towards Harry’s direction, “We’re talking about a birthday gift for H’s little precious Sunflower, so we must understand the hostility here.”

Harry narrows his eyes at Mitch this time, “I don’t know if you just mocked my girlfriend or what, but I’m not having any of it, she really is special and precious to me more than you two could ever be.”

“Ouch!” the two boys say in unison before laughing loudly at Harry’s unrelenting cross expression.

“I would really appreciate it if the two of you stop laughing at my expense and actually offer some sensible help.”

The two boys clear their throat to settle their laughing fit before turning to Harry in a more serious manner, sensing that their boy is genuinely stressing about this.

“Haz,” Jeff says, “Trust me, my advice from earlier was not a joke. I had the same dilemma for Glenne’s Christmas gift last year from a different designer shop, and that was the exact same advice one of her friends had given me who frequents shopping on-demand designer items.”

Harry considers what Jeff said, thumb and index finger pinching on his bottom lip while turning his gaze to Mitch as if waiting for his input.

Mitch chuckles and raises his hands in defense, “Don’t come looking at me like I have the same wise words cause I haven’t gotten Sarah any of those kinds of gifts, you rich motherfuckers.”

That bursts out an unexpected laugh from Jeff and Harry who know that they are a bit more well-off than their other friends, but have never boasted it in-front of them or something. It’s just surprisingly funny that Mitch brought it up, who is most probably the less caring person about that aspect in their life; he’s a really good lad.

“But, I do know some other wise words which is that you won’t really lose anything if you tried Jeff’s advice here, and again, Soph would love whatever you give or don’t give her.”

Harry thinks that’s sound words, and decides to follow-through later that evening while lounging comfortably on Sophia’s pink satin sheets of her bed, the latter enjoying a much well-deserved relaxing evening shower on her ensuite.

Harry made sure that Sophia couldn't hear him making the call as the noise of the shower jets and the blow dryer later on would definitely help mask his voice from her earshot.

He feels heaven slowly opening up it’s gates again for him as the lady over the phone from Vivienne Westwood confirming that the pearl choker is in-stock and they can hold in on reserve for him for a maximum of four days and he needs to pick it up on their London branch between those days or else it will be given to another customer.

Harry easily agrees and a gleeful smile must have been present on his face because it’s the first thing his girlfriend notices upon appearing back in her bedroom, one of his old band tees adorning her upper body with pastel yellow lace panties the only thing covering her modesty.

“What’s that smile for, bunny? Something you wanna share to the room?” she asks, picking up her hairbrush from her princess-style vanity.

Harry giggles, making grabby hands for Sophia, carefully getting the hairbrush from her hand so he can do it himself. He loves brushing her long blonde princess looking hair, Sophia happily letting him as she positions herself comfortably in-between his parted legs.

“Can I not be happy to be in your company? I missed you so much, my Sunflower. Haven’t gotten the chance to have you all to myself.” Harry nuzzles his nose to her ear, making the girl giggle.

“Tickles, bunny!” Sophia says, trying to get away. Harry lets her go easily, but without a deep kiss on her ear as he continues to gently brush her long strands.

“But seriously though, I know you’re not telling me something so speak-up before I deny you my kissies tonight.”

Harry laughs, “Whoah, what’s gotten you so harsh tonight, lovie? Don’t know if I should take my chances, really.”

“Better not,” Sophia replies, reaching behind her to pinch his love handles as a joking warning.

“Heyyy..” Harry whines, “No need to get the claws out. I was just talking to the shop that I’m getting mom’s gift for the opening of the new branch of her florist shop here in London.”

“Ohhh!” Sophia claps her hands excitedly, such a cutie little bean, Harry thinks. “What did you get her?”

“Not gonna tell.”

Now it was Sophia’s turn to whine, “Heyyy no fair, have to tell me.”

“Says who?” Harry giggles, slowly fixing her hair in a soft plait for bed, “Don’t think there was a rulebook for this kind of thing in relationships.”

“Don’t need any of that crap,” without looking at her face, Harry knows Sophia’s pouting while saying that, “You’re going to tell me cause you love me so much.”

Harry laughs, rearranging the two of them after finishing her plait with Sophia now straddling his lap.

“Bunny, come on, tell me, please?”

Harry should have thought better when he decided to have her on his lap like this. Because with her pouting pink lips, perfectly cut wispy bangs falling just above her brow bone, and with her rounded crystal clear blue eyes looking up at him from under her long lashes, it’s a perfectly mixed concoction for Harry to bare his whole heart and soul to her waiting hands.

But that won’t do, Harry’s willpower must be stronger because his Sunflower deserves this birthday surprise and not some half-assed confession because he can’t resist her beautiful charm (she still is very much gorgeous, don’t get him wrong.)

So instead, Harry goes the joking route, “I do love you a whole lot, and I have no problem sharing matters with you, Sunflower. But, I must say that I think you’ve been a little cheeky bugger recently and talking to my mom behind my back does not sit lightly with me.”

Sophia’s eyes widen further, now more shocked than anything before she smirks, “Where did you ever get that information from, baby?”

Harry snorts, “Certainly not from you after I’ve gotten a text from my dear mother reprimanding me like a child because I apparently got so hungover during an exam day, and somebody saw it fitting to hand my arse to my mother to beat on!”

Sophia laughs really loudly, hitting Harry’s chest in reaction, “BUNNY! You can’t say the word arse and then refer it to Anne! You’re bloody crazy!”

Harry laughs along, switching their positions now again with Sophia under his body lying down now on her pink sheets, skin somehow glistening as the moonlight’s glow seeps through her window.

“Lovie, you’re the crazy one for telling me off to her in the first place. I feel kind of betrayed, really.”

“Awww..” Sophia coos at her boyfriend’s pouting face, “I didn’t mean anything bad about it, bunny it honestly just slipped out during our conversation and I didn’t even think she cared that much. It was mostly a funny story for me to share.”

“Why? Cause I almost puked at my professor’s desk after I passed my bullshit answers to his exam?”

“Yup, and the fact that Mitch said you also almost tripped while doing so.”

“You’re evil.” and Harry begins a tickle fight like no other.

***

If Harry thought his obstacles for this birthday present were over, then he’s probably shitting himself right now with how wrong and unprepared he was for this coming week.

It’s the week before Sophia’s actual birthday, Harry having contacted and ordered all the flowers, picnic set up and overall needed materials for that, and even the food. Everything had gone smoothly with that entire process, and after his almost slip-up of telling the birthday girl her birthday present, he thinks it’s all sunshines and rainbows from here on out.

Though that idea quickly flushes down the drain when the birthday girl herself was the first obstacle Harry has to overcome to get this pearl choker.

Harry was ready to leave her place, after having had another sleepover the previous night. Already dressed comfortably for the chilly weather, he was calling for Sophia to say his goodbyes in the guise of needing to leave for errands.

Instead of being greeted by Sophia in her usual loungewear of a lace boyshorts panties and a silk camisole top, Sophia was dressed in a similar comfortable fashion like him ready to combat the autumn London weather.

“Are we ready to go?” she asks brightly, slinging her favorite white Chanel purse across her body.

“We? Did we have plans that I forgot or something?” Harry asks, confused as to what’s happening.

“That’s a good question. We, my bunny, are going to get our manis and pedis done! I was able to book us an appointment at our favorite nail salon at the last minute, but thank god they had two free slots this afternoon.”

When Harry just stares at her, not reciprocating her excitement, he sees the moment Sophia’s face starts to fall, eyes lowering to the ground and white ankle booties turning inwards as a nervous gesture.

“Do you not want to go with me?” she asks quietly, ultimately breaking Harry’s heart at her sad tone.

“No,” Harry closes the gap between them and pulls her towards his chest in a tight hug, “No, Sunflower; obviously I would love to get our nails done. It’s just that I was caught off-guard is all.”

He presses numerous kisses on the top of her head, Sophia freezing on his hold.

“Oh no, did you need to do something important? Crap, I should have told you beforehand! I’m so sorry, Harry.”

That just won’t do, Harry thinks, how can he honestly say to her pouting dejected face that she basically ruined his plans for the day to get her birthday gift? He can’t do that to her, especially now that he’s tilting her chin up gently to meet his face and sees that her eyes have turned glassy, a tell-tale sign that she’s about to cry.

“Oh, Sunflower. No tears, please my love. I promise you didn’t ruin anything important. I feel loved and honored that you decided to surprise us with a good relaxing nail day. Thank you, my Sunflower, love you so much.”

Sophia’s lips begin to tremble despite Harry’s reassurance, a little tear falling. “Promise? Didn’t ruin your day?”

“Yes, my love. I promise.” Harry solemnly reassures again, kissing her lips softly and parting with an affectionate rub of his nose against hers.

“Okay, I love you too, bunny. So much.”

And Harry thinks that’s compensation enough for his misfortune for the day. Plus, it also doesn’t hurt that his girl requested to get the same polish that he’s getting, not one to usually do that but has reassured him that she wants to because she wants to show her how much she values Harry sharing his time of the day with her. To be honest, Sophia can have all his time if it means that she’d dote on him for their entire time out like what she did for the remaining of the day; never once leaving his side and hand always clasped with his as if she’d lose him with a bat of an eye.

***

The second day Harry tries his chances on getting the pearl choker, it wasn’t his ladylove to be blamed for the utter disaster that occurred next, it’s his dumbasses friends that are to be held responsible for whatever Harry might be inclined to do once he’s reached their destination.

This time, Harry was actually already in his car when the misfortune began. He gets a quick phone call while driving (thankfully he connected his phone to the system of his car, or his Sunflower would sure have killed him upon knowledge that he’s using his phone while driving) from his girlfriend herself, something about to drive safely to her place and that she’s ready to outshine his outfit for their night out.

First of all, why is he supposed to go to her place? Second, what outfit and night out? Harry takes a quick glance at his soft grey joggers, plain white jumper with a blue plaid jacket outfit, definitely nowhere near party ready.

On a red light, he picks up his phone to check his messages just to see if he missed something today. Just one tap of his messaging app, Harry sees their group chat and without further context, his quick scan of the party poppers emojis and the countless alcohol emojis is enough to tell Harry that he’s two best buds definitely planned a night out.

“Fuck!” Harry curses out loud, quickly dialing Jeff’s contact as the light turns green.

The moment Jeff picks up, Harry’s straight-on throwing profanities at him.

“Bloody fuck, Jeff! What were you thinking suggesting a night out on this specific night?! Jesus fucking christ mate, are you really shitting me right now?!”

Jeff whistles, “Well good afternoon to you too, H. Whatever brought this chirpy attitude? I’m very delighted really.”

Harry groans, “Fuck mate, just answer the fucking question so I know what to do! What’s this night out thing I’m seeing in the group chat?”

Jeff answers in an unsure tone, “Uhm, yeah, Mitch and I planned a last minute night out for the gang because as you already know, we need a congratulatory drink for surviving the big requirements we finished this week. I know you, specifically, want to celebrate that mock business proposal you just had for your Economics class, which you aced by the way, H. Big congrats on that one man!”

As if Harry wants to be praised right now, that’s the farthest thing he wants unless it’s being praised for being the best boyfriend because he finally secured that bloody birthday gift for his Sunflower. So, no thanks, not accepting any praises until he’s got that damn fucking pearl choker with him.

“I fucking knew you two would be the culprits for this, and yes, I would damn like a celebration for nailing that Econ project but under the confines of my own home later tonight without you two idiots ruining my fucking plans!”

Harry’s outburst definitely concerns Jeff now, unsure where it was all coming from. When the latter asks him to calm down, Harry snaps out of whatever red angry haze he was having, and thinks that it’s not safe for him to be driving under this state of anger and stress, choosing to stop at the nearest parking lot of an establishment he was driving by.

Calmly, Harry follows Jeff’s instructions over the phone to take deep calming breaths, grounding him and allowing some sense of clarity to clear his aggravated head.

“So,” Jeff begins after a considerable amount of silence, “Mind telling me why you almost had a stroke on the middle of the road, Mr. Always-Treating-Everyone-With-Kindness-Even-Though-I-Just-Saw-Them-Drop-Their-Dog’s-Shit-On-My-Front-Yard.”

“Heyy, that was only once, and I let them go because I’ve read somewhere before that feces is good for the fertilization of soil.”

Jeff snorts, “You don’t even garden, bullshit to that, or should I say, dogshit to that.”

Harry chuckles, no matter how lame and unfunny Jeff was being he knows it’s his friend’s way of making him feel better.

“Sorry Jeffrey,” Harry says as he begins to explain his earlier actions, “It’s just that I had this afternoon set to pick-up Soph’s gift from the Vivienne Westwood store in central London, and you and Mitch’s party just kind of ruined that really.”

“Oh shit,” Jeff replies, sounding a bit apologetic now, “Sorry H, I thought you were supposed to do that yesterday, or I swear I wouldn’t have instigated Mitch to plan this night out with me.”

“I was supposed to do it yesterday, but my lovely baby also made a last minute plan to get our nails done together, and who was I to reject her kind efforts?”

“Obviously you’re Harry Styles, the most whipped man on this planet.”

“Exactly,” Harry agrees wholeheartedly to Jeff’s teasing, “And for the record, I knew you were the mastermind to this night out cause my mate Mitch is a responsible young lad, unlike you.”

“Excuse me?!” Jeff asks in shock, “I don’t deserve this vile treatment alone, alright? I’d allow you to be a prick when Mitch is here with me because I’m not the only one red-handed here.”

Harry chuckles, starting to drive-out from the parking lot as he has considerably calmed down now, more accepting of the fact that his original plans have already been detoured for a night out in town.

“You’re the mastermind though, Mitch was only a perpetrator.” Harry points out, scoffing Jeff is his only reply, “You two, especially you, have to shoulder my drinks tonight for the massive inconvenience you’ve brought upon me.”

“Oh, so you’re still going? I’m sure the whole lot would understand if I explained to them your situation.”

Now it was Harry’s turn to scoff, “Did you seriously think I’d leave you lot with my girlfriend on a bloody night out at the pub without my supervision? Who the fuck is going to take care of my Sunflower when she gets too tired dancing? Who the hell would attend to her if she got too many drinks in?”

Harry continues to list down all the things and reasons on why it’s a bad idea for him not to come, making sure to throw his friends under the bus (as kindly as he can, though), and adding emphasis on his soppy words about his Sunflower. Harry thinks Jeff deserves his ears to bleed with love as he begins to tell him the number of ways a drunk Sophia would ask him (or purposefully bite and suck on his earlobe to get his attention, Harry’s not selective of the manner) to hand-feed her food as he changes his direction to the latter’s house.

When Jeff has dropped his call in the middle of him explaining the specific details of the changes in Sophia’s laugh indicating the level of drunkness she’s in (rude), Harry’s reached the front door of his girlfriend’s house sending her a quick test that he’s waiting in his car outside.

Sophia looks utterly gorgeous in her cozy all-black autumn-ready night-out dress, a mixture of soft and sexy encapsulated in one stunning blond goddess. Harry feels almost inadequate being in her presence when said goddess opens the passenger door of his car, her bang perfectly framing her lovely face that’s smiling up at him.

“Hey, bunny.” Sophia bends a bit on her seat to kiss Harry on the lips in greeting, “Thank you for picking me up.”

“Hello, my Sunflower,” Harry bends this time on his seat to catch her lips for another kiss, Sophia giggling as he accepts his affections with puckered lips, “You look really lovely.”

“Thank you, again baby. So sweet.” Sophia says and Harry can feel her eyes run down his form as he sets his car back on drive now on their way to the pub where they’ll meet everyone else.

He knows her wandering eyes are filled with curiosity at his very apparent un-night out ready outfit, knowing his reputation of always being dressed best for the occasion is under scrutiny right now.

Harry tries to play it cool, “Can feel you staring, lovie.”

This breaks Sophia’s attention from her rapt staring at her boyfriend, clearing her throat a little.

“Just appreciating your soft look tonight, bunny. Looks goods on you.”

Harry smirks, knowing full-well that his naturally kind Sunflower does not have it in her to criticize, and actually say what her mind’s telling her to. So Harry takes it upon himself to explain his lack-of proper attire without baring his current misfortunes about her birthday gift.

“Well I can feel your mind thinking all the way from here, on why I look like this. And just to let you know, I didn’t pull-out the skinny jeans and flowy button-ups cause I don’t want to freeze my legs and nipples to death from this bloody chilly autumn weather.”

Instead of the appeased reaction he thinks Sophia would give him, when he looks sideways to her for a bit, Harry sees her eyes narrowing at him with her supple pink stained lips pursing in a little pout.

“Are you sure that’s true?” She asks, and Harry freezes for a moment his mind telling him that she probably has an inkling already of his failed attempts to get her birthday gift.

Before his mind can spiral to kind ways that he can teach Jeff a lesson for having a big mouth (I mean, who else could have told her this point?) Sophia speaks again,

“Like you didn’t purposefully wear joggers and a tee to the pub just so I could look better than you, right?” Harry almost chokes on air, and Sophia must have thought he got offended so she scrambles to explain herself further.

“NOT that you look bad or anything,” Sophia reassures him quickly, small dainty hand finding purchase on his right thigh curling around it securely. “I mean, you still look so smoking hot, bunny. I don’t think anybody can pull this look off better than you, like all the girls and boys at the pub would definitely agree with me, and probably want you to pull them home or whatever kids call hooking-up nowadays.”

Harry definitely chokes on air right now as he explodes in surprised laughter, “I don’t know where to begin, Sunflower but I guess I can start by saying thank you for your kind words about my comfortable look tonight, highly appreciate your words of affection as always. Also, you don’t need me to look like this to look better than me, you always fucking are; you’re my gorgeous goddess of a Sunflower!”

Another look sideways to her, Harry sees the pink flush on her cheeks and her timid smile not unnoticed either. Harry takes his right hand off the steering wheel and instead clutches her hand on his thigh tightly, bringing the back of it to his lips for a sweet gentle kiss before saying directly in her eyes,

“Though I think I’d definitely, surely, certainly, undoubtedly, decline any ‘pulling’ tonight. I’d love to think I’d already pulled you ages ago, what do you say we go straight to the pulling portion of the night?”

Sophia squeaks from his suggestion, “HARRY! It’s not even night time yet and you’re already so crude!”

Harry laughs despite her reaction, knows that she’d love him no other way, soft grey joggers and crude words all together. Harry thinks she deserves that damn pearl choker even more now.

***

A night out at the pub with your mates and their girlfriends is always a smashing blast. But unquestionably, the hungover that comes the next day is the definite smashing blast of a time, literally.

Harry thinks that nothing is worse than dragging yourself out the bed with a pounding headache, the only thing keeping him sane and away from his beautiful, cuddly, sleeping girlfriend on his bed is the fact that said girlfriend is the sole reason why he’s getting-up this early and leaving with one last lingering kiss on Sophia’s forehead before he goes to his car ready to hit the shops.

But then maybe Harry’s so hungover that he actually thought nothing can go worse than his current state, as if everything has been sunshine and rainbows for the past two days when he was about to do this specific task at hand. Really, he should have clocked the misfortune coming his way, and he’s not proud of the way he allowed it to shock him and affect his already sour mood to intensify when the misfortune showed itself to him.

Now, it wasn’t because of his girlfriend, but also not because of his friends, this time around the misfortune is hidden in the face of his lovely mother.

Harry receives a call from his mother while on his way once again to the Vivienne Westwood store in the busy streets of London, saying that he needs her lovely son’s help in her floristry. Harry’s not sure who’s the hungover one here, because the last time he checked his mother’s floristry is in Cheshire and he's all the way in London, how can she need his help when he can’t possibly give any? And then it all makes sense when Anne explains (as if talking to a five-year old Harry) that she was currently in London needing his help at her new floristry branch in town.

The surge of annoyance that begins to thrum in his veins is not lost in his tone, “Mum, I thought that would still be for the weekend next week? Like near the end of the month?”

“Well I wasn’t doing anything for the entire day, so yesterday I thought I might as well head to London today just to make an early start with some of the tasks.”

“Well, you could have told me the same thing before springing this information to me at this moment, like I have other things to do too.”

He hears Anne’s sigh of resignation at his sour mood, “Love, I know you’re usually a pleasant morning person, but I honestly don’t know what’s causing this crankiness right now. Are you alright?”

Harry’s unsure if any of them would like his honest answer so he doesn’t even try answering it, instead asks what specific help she needs from him so he can get it done and over with.

Anne thankfully doesn’t push it and asks Harry (well more so instructs him, like he can deny anything his mother may ask of him no matter how annoyed he is) to get himself to her new shop and she’ll tell him what to do once he’s there, adding that he’ll probably do most of the heavy lifting stuff and moving of this and that so he’ll still have some time to do whatever errands she had interrupted.

Harry thinks it was thoughtful of his mother to take that into account, but her shop is literally the other way around from the shop he needs to go for his special errands. Knowing the amount of work he had helped his mother with all her other shops no matter how she labeled it ‘just the heavy lifting’, Harry’s sure he wouldn’t have enough time to get the pearl choker, especially after he tells Sophia that he’s mother is in town, his Sunflower would love to wine and dine her mother like the perfect host she is.

So bitterness aside, Harry tries to think of happy thoughts while once again, detouring his car to the opposite direction of the Vivienne Westwood store much to his displeasure. He doesn’t want to subject his lovely (well, generally lovely if today was to be counted) to anymore of his rather sour mood and even made a quick stop to one of their favorite cafes around the area to fetch a quick pastry as a breakfast for the two of them to solidify that thought of happy thoughts and positive mood.

Anne was obviously delighted to have her usual cheery and joyous boy back, the two working efficiently and amicably as they happily munched on their pastries, conversing here and there about what Harry has been up to and Uni, exchanging stories about their own friends and love ones like they haven’t just FaceTimed earlier this week.

“So, what are your plans for Soph’s birthday?” Anne asks while the two were taking a short break from their work, “I hope you have something up your sleeve because that lovely girl deserves to be treated right on her special day.”

Well, don’t I know it, Harry thinks to himself. “Yeah, I’ve got something planned for it. It’s a surprise though so am not going to tell you.”

Just like his girlfriend, his mother looks at him like what he’s just said was unacceptable, “Why ever not?”

“Because I know you two!” Harry laughs at the exaggerated look of offence on her face, he knows he’s got some of his jokester side from her!

“And what’s that supposed to mean then?”

“That you two ladies love to go behind my back and connive with each other to go against me!”

Anne laughs, “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about but it’s her birthday, not yours so I don’t know what we’ll connive about if it’s not something to surprise you with.”

Harry looks at her with a barely concealed look of skepticism in his eyes, “Sure, I’d just train my mind to forget the time you two decided to make plans for the both of you behind my back like I’m sort of chopped liver left alone to my own devices not worthy of you guys’ time.”

“Heyyy..” Anne whines just an exact carbon copy to the way her son does it, “We thought you had plans with Mitch and Jeff! Soph and I even tried inviting you after, once we found out that you weren’t doing anything important.”

“Yeah, sure,” Harry snorts, “you two decided to give me a text after you’ve finished the hair salon, the nail salon, and even hitting the shops. Sure, I would have loved to follow along when all the fun was basically over.” he finishes in heavy sarcasm.

Anne just looks at him with an unrelenting cheeky smile, “Nope, we stand by innocent up to this day.”

“Yup, still not going to tell you the plans for her 21st!”

Harry leaves her protesting mother, laughing at her squawking protests to at least give her some bits of information as he makes his way back to his working station ready once again to make Anne’s new floristry branch come alive.

He thinks his mother’s unyielding smile thrown at him the rest of the day was enough repayment for another failed attempt at this one last special task that can’t seem to be fulfilled no matter the effort he produces to try and make it happen. To be honest, he thinks that the effort he had exerted in trying to keep-in all his angry emotions is more tiring than actually all the driving he had wasted trying to reach the store. Maybe he should just let things fall to his hands than make a direct effort to make it happen?

***

The fourth and last day for Harry to be able to purchase the reserved pearl choker, he lets go; allows the universe to dictate whatever may happen for the rest of the day.

So he spends his Sunday letting his normal weekend routine take the lead. Harry wakes up quite early in the morning, does his meditation and usual good morning messages to his loved ones before heading to his kitchen to make some french toast, sending a picture of the dish to his girlfriend who’s reply already made his day a good one.

From: Goddess of a girlfriend 🌻: “y u awake? me still 😴”

To: Goddess of a girlfriend 🌻: “Yeah? Are you my sleeping Sunflower right now?”

From: Goddess of a girlfriend 🌻: “yes, ‘m ur 😴 🌻”

After Harry fonds over his non-verbal and strictly-emoji-speaking-in-the-morning ladylove, he continues with his day and begins to accomplish some chores in his flat that he had placed aside over the week due to his course work in uni and all the tasks he had to do for Sophia’s surprise birthday picnic. He didn’t even notice the hours pass by, shocked to see that it was almost lunch time when he picked his phone amongst the neatly folded fresh laundry on his bed, ready to be placed and organized in his closet.

As part of his usual Sunday routine, Harry and Sophia take turns going to each other’s places to have lunch together. Last week, they cooked some vegan sliders in Sophia’s flat, indicating that today would be in his place. With that, Harry goes to his kitchen whistling along to some Spice Girls song he and the gang had sang and danced along during their impromptu night out. He opens the door of his fridge, cataloging its contents and thinking of a possible meal they can enjoy making and eating together.

Harry dials Sophia’s contact on his phone, the FaceTime video that greets him is Sophia’s already wide doe-eyes opened even wider with her mascara wand ready in hand. Harry stands there in the middle of his kitchen just looking and admiring her for a moment as she delicately coats her long lashes with the product, sighing dreamily when she blinks and opens her eyes to look directly at Harry.

“Beautiful,” Harry whispers, not being able to contain himself.

Sophia giggles, “Thank you bunny, you are too. Are you wearing my fluffy pink dressing gown? The one with sparkles on them?”

That makes Harry look down at his attire, giggling too when the lights of the kitchen make the little sparkles speckled on his (or his Sunflower’s apparently) dressing gown gleam even more. “Yeah, I think I am Sunflower. Didn’t even notice that I put it on. It’s really comfy though, and you think I look pretty right?”

“Yeah, always are. Especially in that soft pink color, lovie.” Sophia coos.

“Then I’d probably keep it, if it makes my precious Sunflower call me pretty even if I have yet to take a shower and all that glamming stuff you’re doing right now.”

“Not going to complain, cause I like you in my stuff anyway. Plus, you’re always a pretty bunny, no need for extra glamming up.”

Harry preens at her words, “Thank you my love, I also would like to say that you don’t need prettifying too just to have lunch here with me.”

A look of confusion passes along Sophia’s face, lip gloss wand held mid-air at a halt, “Lunch? Did we have plans or something?”

Harry almost chuckles at her confused expression, especially when what she said resembled the one he did days ago during his first attempt to get her gift. “Uhm, our usual Sunday routine lunch, baby? I think we can cook some spiced grilled salmon, and I think I also have some ingredients to mix up a ceasar salad.”

Sophia gasps, like actually gasps with a hand covering her mouth. Before Harry can start to get concerned at her reaction, she begins to ramble with her words.

“Oh my god! Bunny! I forgot to tell you that Sarah and Glenne insisted that we have a much-needed girl time and went ahead to reserve a table at this new sushi place in town. I’m so sorry that I forgot to inform you, bunny. Now I’m sure your Sunday plans are ruined because of me! Oh my gosh, maybe I can still cancel or something? Though they have been really explicit in saying that no boys are allowed, and I’d probably worry about your safety if you tried to join us. But, maybe I-”

“Sunflower, calm down. Ladylove, relax. No need to stress over anything.”

Harry’s much needed interruption was easily received, Sophia quieting down with a sad pout left on her lips.

Harry thinks it’s funny that his Sunflower was stressing about a simple thing as forgetting to tell him that she and the girls had made an all-exclusive girls only lunch, knowing within himself that if the roles were reversed she would also allow him to change their Sunday lunch routine without extra explanation. So Harry shares his thoughts and reassures Sophia that she certainly didn’t ruin his weekend.

“Besides,” Harry says, still not liking the present sad doubting pout on her lips, “I think Glenne and Sarah’s threats have come across very clearly to me, like I have no doubt that bodily harm will be inflicted on me if I chose to crash you girls’ time.”

Sophia laughs at that, making Harry smile at being able to do that and decides to continue, “Why are you laughing? I’m being serious here, lovie! Have you seen your friends? They’re scary.”

“Now don’t insult them,” Sophia giggles, feign warning in her tone, “or they might actually hear you and beat you up either way.”

Harry laughs in complete triumph, glad that he’s girl seemed to be back and cheery without any traces of that earlier sense of hesitation and sadness. He only wants her to be happy and tranquil, very much proud that he’s one of the only blessed people on earth who can give that to her.

The two continue to chat for a few more minutes, Sophia finishing her hair and makeup while accompanying Harry who’s preparing his lunch, the girl even suggesting for him to message Jeff and Mitch to plan their own all-boys thing so they won’t feel left out. Harry accepts her grain of wisdom and wishes her a good day in return once his ladylove needed to go and leave him to his lonesome.

Harry enjoys his lunch, thumbs typing away to the boy’s group chat asking if they want to meet up at his place for snacks and videogames. To his complete shock, they declined instantly and Harry almost threw his phone on the wall (well maybe he was exaggerating a bit). It’s just that they never decline so easily on any lads plans , especially on a weekend. When he soon finds out why, Harry actually accidentally drops his phone to the floor as he clutches his stomach in loud laughter.

Apparently, Mitch and Jeff had a lot of pending uni course work to finish after being too hungover yesterday to even attempt doing any. Harry truly believes that karma’s a bitch (and wholeheartedly says the same thing to Mitch and Jeff), it only serves them right for ruining his plans last Friday.

Harry’s laughter ceases abruptly, eyes widening upon the realization that he actually has no plans for his day, definite zero plans with any of the people that are prone to interrupt them.

That may only mean one important thing, Harry thinks, quickly finishing his lunch and scrambling for his phone to text the last person that might need his time and alter the route of his day.

Anne replies to his text quite swiftly, Harry genuinely hearing angel’s sing in his flat with his mother’s words that none of his help will be needed for her shop today.

Fuck, is this actually my life right now? Harry thinks, trying to calm his excitement as he makes his way to have a shower and get dressed for the day. He’s learned these past few days that he should take every situation given to him lightly, or else he’d just get devastated when some misfortune ruins it again.

Alright, continue letting the universe do its thing Harry; don’t agitate it and don’t appear too eager or it might poke fun at you and decide to even mess further with your thin chances of being the best boyfriend on earth! Harry feels he might be going crazy if these are the thoughts he’s having while in the shower.

***

Harry’s legs are bouncing up and down on his seat inside his car during a red light, that anxious leg bouncing that you don’t even notice you’re doing nor can stop when you do.

It’s just that his GPS is telling him that the Vivienne Westwood store is literally three minutes away from this stoplight, and nothing bad has happened to Harry yet. He doesn’t really know what kind of misfortune might befall him today when he’s literally minutes away from his destination, but he’s also not that wishful thinking that nothing bad will happen at all. It’s not like he's looking for the misfortunes too (just paranoid, really), but he’d rather take the misfortune right now then later when he’s secured the goods.

Speaking of the goods, Harry was far too lost in his thoughts of fear that he didn’t even realize that now he’s parked just right in front of the Vivienne Westwood store, hands and eyes roaming across his body to check if nothing bad really happened to him on his way here. Astounded that he found nothing wrong or out of the ordinary, he slowly makes his way out of his car and inside the designer store.

The transaction was far too easy and smooth. The lady he talked over the phone with days ago presenting him the pearl choker itself not even five minutes in, making Harry way more skeptic when the pastel pink Vivienne Westwood paper bag was handed to him all kindly by the store clerk as if this was an everyday thing for them (which it probably is), but not for Harry who’s dealt far more stress and adversity in his life just trying to achieve this simple task.

“Thank you very much,” Harry says to the other kind store clerk who opened the door of the store for him as he exited, left hand clenched tightly to the strings of the paper bag.

On autopilot, Harry enters his car and gingerly places the paper bag on the passenger seat, going the extra mile and strapping it on the seat. On his drive back to his flat, he thinks it was quite uneventful, the triumph to the end of his birthday gift misfortunes seeming to be no triumph at all.

But later on, when he’s arrived at home and freely smiling and chuckling at the positive turn of events for the day, he realizes that he probably shouldn’t have downplayed his success by finally obtaining the pearl choker just like he had thought. Because the moment he enters his bedroom, he trips on absolutely nothing, as in just air, dropping hard to the floor with the paper bag just a few feet below his lying form on the ground. Harry groans loudly, absolutely knows that it’s what he gets for devaluing the kindness that the universe lent him earlier.

***

Nothing is going to stand against Harry’s way. The 20th of October would be perfect, must be perfect.

Harry thinks he’s earlier statement during the start of the month, might have been up to something right. How can it not when it’s the morning of the 20th of October and he’s got his Sunflower’s left nipple on his lips, sucking softly and contentedly.

Sophia feels a warm wet heat on her chest, stirring to her senses when she experiences the feeling intensify. She opens her sleep-blurred eyes, catching Harry’s green ones filled with unbridled mirth, abruptly springing back to life from the unadulterated heat creeping up her body. Harry gives her hardened nub a nip with his teeth, swiftly giving the pink nipple a lick to soothe the sting, Sophia’s back arches away from the mattress at the heady sensation.

“Nghhh..” Sophia exhales a mixture of a moan and a groan, hands grasping the messy curls on Harry’s head as the latter continues his loving assaults to her breasts, now alternating his attention on one rosy nipple to the other with the flesh of her tits being littered with adoring sucks and kisses too.

“Holy shit..ahh..” Sophia presses his face closer to her chest, “What the fuck did I wake up to? Jesus, your mouth bunny..nghh!”

With his big hands, Harry gently grabs both of Sophia’s breasts with one on each hand, squeezing it together and bringing it towards the middle of her chest, mouth opening wide and head ducking down to fit both nipples inside the wet heat of his salivating mouth, lips expertly sucking and tongue lusciously licking tight circles on her sensitive nubs.

Sophia’s back arches even further, mouth in a perpetual ‘o’ state as her boyfriend sucks one last deep kiss on her breasts, leaving with an audible pop and a string of his saliva connecting his lips to her breasts, now flushed pink from his earlier attention. Harry smiles devilishly at her already wrecked state, softly massaging the sides of her exposed body, realizing that the shirt of Harry’s that she wore last night was bunched up all the way to her neck.

“Because it’s your special day, I believe my Sunflower deserves some special tending to, right?” He wiggles his eyebrows exaggeratedly making Sophia shake her head in disbelief how he can turn from a dark sensual Harry and back to her often soft and goofy bunny with just a snap of a finger.

Instead of replying, Sophia makes a show of roaming her eyes to the shirt tucked on her neck and hand resting on the hem of it while the other goes to the side band of her white lacy thong, inching it up higher, giving a coy look at Harry’s wandering hungry eyes.

“I’m surprised I still have clothes on, honestly.”

Harry groans loudly, pushing aside her hand holding the hem of his shirt that she had comfortably worn for bedtime and takes the initiative to remove it from her body, throwing it aside somewhere in her room.

“You cheeky little bug,” Harry says amusedly, hands finding their way to touch her newly exposed skin, “Be thankful it’s your birthday..” his thumb and pointer finger rolling her right nipple under the pads.

Sophia exhales a long breath at the feeling, “Well aren’t you going to greet me first?” She takes his expert fingers away from her skin and brings it to her lips with a fleeting kiss before enveloping it with her mouth, sucking his fingers languidly.

The reaction she had wanted to elicit out of Harry was achieved in mere seconds, the latter withdrawing his fingers from her hot wet mouth and urgently surges his lips to hers in a heated passionate kiss. Sophia smiles in glee at his responsiveness, arms and legs wrapping tightly around Harry who’s body is completely glued on top of hers.

Unceasing kissing, top and bottom lips nipped and sucked from each other’s mouths, tongues touching and gliding together in a harmonious pattern of passion, big hands slowly caressing her delicate body with her dainty exhales the only thing coherent she can respond with.

“Fuck, you’re delectable.” Harry raps on her slicked bitten-red lips, expertly flipping their position, prompting a breath of shock from Sophia as Harry maneuvers their bodies in complete ease, his back resting on the headboard with his legs wide open, securely placing Sophia between them with her body leaning back against his heaving naked chest.

“Na-uh,” Harry whispers to her ears hotly, reaching over her closed bended legs to part them wide like his, left hand sliding down to her thighs gripping the milky white flesh while the other curves around her tummy to keep her in place.

Sophia mewls at his soft touches drifting from the bottom of her thigh to the top of it, hand on her belly quietly tapping and caressing her little roundness there, something she knows Harry’s quite obsessed with just like she is with his love handles.

“Bunny, please?” Sophia exhales on his neck where her head was resting, nuzzling it and leaving open-mouth wet kisses and licks to every area of skin she can reach. "Please, bunny? Please more, please..

Harry continues his apparent teasing, hands skimming her inner thighs before returning to her hip bone where the string of her thong is still in obstruction, his nimble fingers snapping it away from her skin, making Sophia gasp and slightly jolt from his hold. But when Harry decides to do no further than that and deliberately repeat his earlier actions, Sophia whines in complaint.

“Shhh, patience my little Sunflower,” Harry soothes, dropping kisses to her shoulder and pinching her now warm tummy. He raises both his legs to place over her parted ones to completely lock her in place, her modesty covered in nothing but her already wet lacy white thong on full display.

Sophia bites her bottom lip, having an inkling to the flow of her boyfriend’s next action as the latter places his right hand all over her pubic mound without any preamble.

“Ohhh fuck,” Sophia cries out softly, feeling Harry’s hand make a hearty grab of her vagina atop her soaked panties.

“Hmm..” Harry hums appreciatively, index and middle finger slowly sliding down to her still covered pussy lips, “So fucking wet already, is my Sunflower’s peach dripping her sweetness for me?”

“Mhhmm, always sweet and dripping for my bunny,” Sophia whimpers as she feels another surge of her arousal flow out of her entrance, Harry’s fingers making instant contact with it resulting in a loud groan of pleasure from her boyfriend.

“Shit, so insatiable, lovie, really dripping uncontrollably on my fingers.” He says almost in wonder, bringing his hand out from her thong, fingers glistening wet with her juices as he brings it to his mouth for a taste.

The couple moan noisily in unison, Harry from the familiar sweet tangy taste of her on his mouth, Sophia at the visual of her bunny enthusiastically licking and sucking his fingers clean, making sure to not waste any of her precious slick. All plans of teasing and drawing this out must have been erased from Harry’s usual sexual agenda as he briskly reached for the band of her arousal-ruined thong sliding it down her fully parted legs, stopping just below her knees.

“Keep those on,” He instructs her gently but firmly, “Will help keep your legs open while I’m having my way at your soaking sweet peach.”

Sophia nods her head uselessly, verbal words now a foreign concept as desire flooded her entire system. Harry seems satisfied with her response, probably feeling smug at his ability to completely render her speechless.

He continues his sweet assault to her body, right hand sliding to cup her entire bare cunt, feeling warmth emanate from within her accompanied with the sticky substance of her wetness. Sophia’s hips buck-up at the first touch of Harry’s fingers on her clit, moaning in appreciation when he gently moves his fingers in circles on the highly sensitive bud. Harry alternates his attention on her clit with bringing his fingers a bit lower to gather more of her wetness at the opening of her pussy lips, indulgently spreading it all over her cunt.

“Will you look at that?” Harry says, catching Sophia’s attention, enraptured by anything Harry does or says right now. She looks at his smirking face, following his line of vision which was resting on his right hand, the hand that has been giving her immense pleasure is completely coated in her thick white wetness.

“Fuck, that’s a lot Sunflower,” Harry brings the hand back down on her opening feeling around, the two of them looking down to see the continuous flow of her wetness, viscous and so much that she feels it pooling at her pink satin sheet and even seeping at the crack of her arse.

“You haven’t even come yet and you’re already so juicy and creamy,” Harry says in wonder, shamelessly bringing his hand to his mouth for another taste, dipping his fingers back on her pussy to scoop more after. Sophia groans and feels a flush run up her cheeks at how dirty and messy this all is.

“Bunny, you’re obscene. You can’t just keep eating that thing from my vagina!” Sophia exclaims in retaliation when Harry returns for the fourth dip, feeling sexual frustration slowly rising within her at the lack of attention and stimulation from her boyfriend.

Harry just looks at her coyly, pink lips stained white with her creamy wetness, “Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it, baby.” and he surges forward to kiss her. Sophia can’t help the loud moan that erupts out of her when she tastes her own self from his lips, completely unprepared when Harry’s fingers suddenly part her opening and plunges two of his fingers up to the knuckle.

“Ohhh..uhh.. sweet jesus!” Sophia whimpers again and groans as Harry moves his fingers in and out of her pussy, thighs clenching when he uses his thumb to rub her clit, hands finding purchase at her pink sheets grasping it when Harry curls his fingers inside her, hitting that spongy spot inside.

“Ughh, that’s so good, so fucking good, oh god..” Sophia’s eyes shut close at the pleasure, moving her hips a bit to get his fingers deeper inside her.

“Yeah, so good?” Harry asks on her ear, incessantly moving his finger inside her to hit her g-spot dead-on, squeaky sound of her wetness surrounding the entire room, “Love me fucking your peach with my fingers, hm? Can’t believe this sweet pretty thing can be so messy and greedy. Look, don’t even want to let go of my fingers.” Harry makes a show of sliding his fingers out only for her pussy lips to clench and release more sticky wetness to keep him in place.

“Oh my god..” Sophia cries in pleasure when Harry swiftly plunges his fingers back, feeding her pussy the white creamy thickness it had already given out. He continues to fuck her with his fingers, his thumb flicking back up to her clit and Sophia feels her arousal building within her in an instant, thighs trying to close together but Harry clocks her before being able to. His left hand pushed her legs wide open again, threatening the white thong on the bottom of her knees to rip from how stretched out her legs are.

“Harry, ohhh god, bunny, sooo good, too much good!” Sophia wails helplessly, gripping Harry’s knee that was locking her legs in place, the latter only increasing the actions of his right hand on her pulsing cunt, fucking her deep in and out, his left hand having found its purpose on rubbing furiously side to side on her clit, Sophia’s body already shaking with all the sensations mixing together to create a joyful, whimpering mess out of her.

Harry knows her body inside and out, so he definitely must have noticed the signs of her impending orgasm, eyes trained on her extremely glistening wet pussy before looking at her face filled with uncontained sexual enjoyment.

Just when she’s about to reach her peak, Harry stops every movement of his hands. Sophia actually screams out in resentment, ready to berate him. Though she stops in her tracks when Harry rapidly moves away from her back and impressively pushes her own back to rest on the headboard while fitting himself between her parted legs, sliding her thong up to her ankles and raising her legs to rest on his shoulders.

With a wink thrown her way, Harry dives straight into her pussy, his lips, nose, and chin already wet just from the first contact. If Sophia’s moans were already something with just his fingers, the joys Harry’s skillful tongue can give her cannot compete with the heights and intensity her moans are reaching.

Harry prods and flicks his tongue inside her pussy, enjoying licking everything that comes out of her, nose even nuzzling her clit. It’s all too much and too sudden that Sophia begins to quiver intensely, head thrown back mewling deafeningly, hands tugging at Harry’s curls to warn him of her speedily approaching orgasm.

Instead of listening, Harry just devours her cunt even more enthusiastically, with so much more vigor. And when he knows that Sophia can’t hold it any longer, he slid his tongue out of her pussy and clamps it down on her clit to suck harshly, his slight nip at the highly sensitive nub the one to press the tap of her orgasm as Sophia shouts in utter ecstasy as she comes, her pussy squirting so much liquid wetting the entirety of Harry’s face as thick ropes of cum gush out of her entrance too.

Sophia feels so good yet so exhausted after, that she thinks she loses consciousness for a bit. The last thing she remembers is feeling more of her come stream out of her hole, its squeaky sound intensified as Harry begins to clean her with his now gentle tongue, the sight of him looking positively happy and satisfied while doing so, is enough reassurance that Harry won’t mind if she falls back to sleep again.

Before her eyes close, she catches Harry watching her, smiling proudly and looking quite ridiculous with her release spread everywhere on his face.

“Happy 21st birthday, my Sunflower. I love you always.”

***

“So are you going to tell me now where we’re going?”

“Again, how can it be a surprise if I just tell you now? Do you even know how a surprise goes? Or like what that even means?”

Harry snickers at the look of disdain Sophia is giving her, eyes returning back on the road in front of him as he drives the two of them to the secret destination for her birthday picnic.

After the very eventful morning they’ve had (which if anyone is asking, was definitely continued in the bathroom to Harry’s utter delight), the two had proceeded to get a head-start with their day, Harry informing Sophia giddily that her special day was indeed going to be much more special than her envisioned movie night and baking together.

Harry had prepared the two of them some vegan chocolate chip pancakes, Sophia trying her hardest to sweet talk him and get as much information about their day. Harry didn’t even bat an eye at her futile attempts to cuddle behind him while they were eating, whispering words of appreciation at his rather pleasant regard for her this morning, Harry only noses at her cheek and picked up his own fork to feed her another bite of their breakfast telling her to dress in her best summer dress.

Obviously, Sophia had looked at him like he had grown two heads as he consistently reassured her while getting ready that he wasn’t going crazy and there’s no way in hell that he would let her, on her bloody birthday even, to freeze her brain-off.

“You’re too young for that, not going to plan your demise on your 21st.” Harry had teased her, Sophia looked at him with mock disturbance.

“But you are planning my death? Like on my 23rd birthday, or something?”

“Nah, that’s too young. Maybe when we have an off-spring already so there’s still you in some form.”

“BUNNY! You’re so ridiculous!”

Harry had sufficiently distracted Sophia enough with his weird words to successfully hide her birthday gift somewhere in his car as his girlfriend followed his instructions of dressing in her chosen summer dress and left it to Harry to bring warmer gear.

When they were ready to leave her place, Sophia had looked at Harry with a clear sense of betrayal on her face, hands gesturing wildly at his attire of a cream colored long-sleeve button-up under a baby blue knitted jumper with a cute little chick stitched in the middle.

“What’s this?” She had asked in bewilderment. Harry had looked at his attire, unsure what she meant by her comment.

“Um, my jumper? I think mum got it for me a few weeks ago, want me to ask her where it’s from?”

Sophia had just stared at him in annoyance, “My question is not where you got it, it's more on why the heck are you wearing that and I’m wearing a sleeveless summer dress? Are you sure you’re just not taking the piss at me today?”

Harry knew he wasn’t supposed to laugh when his girlfriend seemed to be serious with her question, but she had that disgruntled kitten face on and he’s not immune to that so he laughed. Evidently, Sophia just got more annoyed at his reaction and had decided to completely ignore him as they had started their journey to her surprise. That just won’t do for Harry, especially when he had even made a special birthday-road trip playlist for her that she’s not commenting on or even singing along to. In the end, Harry relents and decides to tell her something about his surprise just to be back on her good side.

Of course, all he said was that it would be outdoors and that wherever it is, they’ll be eating their lunch there. Sophia thought once Harry had begun telling her some stuff, she could continue to squeeze every information out of him, but her boyfriend had better self-restraint now after the trials he had faced just for her damn birthday gift, so it would take him more than her silent treatment for him to spill his surprise. Instead, Harry had promised Sophia that she can wear his jumper later when she gets cold, knowing that she has more interest in his blue jumper than she had let on.

To Harry’s relief, it had appeased his girlfriend’s questioning for the greater part of their drive, except now when she decides she’s garnered more energy to start pestering Harry with questions again now that they’re about five minutes away from their destination.

“Whatever, you’re no fun.” Sophia says after Harry had just teased her right now about not being knowledgeable about surprises.

She knows that he was only joking and trying to deflect her questioning, so instead of indulging his segway for banter, Sophia moves closer to him by wrapping an arm around his position on the gear shift and nuzzles her face on the soft wool covering his biceps.

Harry chuckles at the sudden change in her demeanor, “You sleepy, baby?”

Sophia nods meekly, using his arm to cover her yawn, “Yeah, kinda. May you please tell me how near or far we are still? I’m sure that you can tell me.”

“Thank you for asking so nicely, Sunflower,” Harry giggles on her hair, dropping a little kiss on her bangs, “And yes, that I can surely tell you without giving away my amazing surprise; we’re about three to five minutes away.”

Sophia groans, rubbing her cheek on his jumper, “Maybe you can carry me there, or something?”

“Can’t, might trip on the grass and drop the two of us on our assess in the picnic set-up.”

The two gasp simultaneously after that, hands on their mouths in shock. Harry because he pretty much just blurted out that they’ll be having a picnic when they’re already inside the grounds of their destination, and Sophia because she didn’t even have to try anything this time for him to spill her birthday surprise.

“Shit!” Harry face palms himself, Sophia returning to sit properly on her seat unable to contain her enjoyment, “You weren’t supposed to know that! Forget that you heard anything!” He even points a finger at her for emphasis.

Sophia’s giggles only intensify at his adorable distressed kitten face, “Well I guess I should trust you more when you said that you’ll tell me about the surprise eventually; eventually meaning you’ll confess your own surprise literally a minute away to achieve it.”

“Shut it!” Harry says firmly, yet without any heat as he’s trying to control his laughter for he’s epic failure. Seriously, how does this happen to him? Sophia literally didn’t even do anything this time and he’s too-honest of a mouth just decided to spill valuable information.

Ultimately, Harry can’t hold in his laughter anymore (the fact he even tried is laughable on its own) and the couple enjoyed a few minutes of laughter in the parking lot of their destination, ending in a few fond kisses shared between the two.

Now that she knows the general gist of what this day will entail, Sophia excitedly accepted the knitted cardigan that Harry had brought for her, securing it tightly around her long pink satin summer dress as they make their way out of Harry’s car, the latter opening her door for her like the absolute gentleman that he is.

“I’m not wearing heels, no need for your arm around me.” Sophia says when Harry’s arm remained wrapped around her waist as they began to walk in the flat grounds of the massive park Harry had brought them this early afternoon.

“Don’t care, want you always by my side, lovie.” Harry retorts in a saccharine sweet voice, dropping a loud smack of his lips on her flushing cheeks.

“You’ve already prepared me a picnic, no need for extra sappy words. Love you a lot more for even arranging this day.” Sophia says, reaching for the arm around to hold on.

Harry looks at her side of the face, amazed, “You haven’t even seen it yet and you’re already dropping the ‘L-word’ bombs. What if it was shit?”

Sophia snickers, squeezing his that’s curled against her hip, “Not possible, you know how much I adore picnics. And the fact that you’re giving me one in the middle of the bloody chilly autumn weather, makes me extra excited and grateful to know and see how you’ll pull this one off.”

Sophia’s excitement was certainly pleased upon seeing the special birthday picnic that Harry had gotten prepared for her. It was situated in the middle of an open area, the green grass free from any orange leaves that must fall from the various surrounding trees of the area. White pillars are stationed in the little stone walkway that they’re currently passing by to come nearer the picnic set-up.

Sophia’s positively awed when they finally reached the picnic set-up itself, admiring all the potted flower arrangements scattered around the vicinity. She claps in excitement as she scans the little pastries, sandwiches and snacks placed on the little low pink table for two on the ground, more flowers and some pink candles situated within the table are visible too.

“And I think this is the ultimate finishing touch for your birthday picnic,” Harry says, catching her attention to look at what he’s pointing out.

Sophia laughs as she notices for the first time the big white, fringy umbrella propped on the ground. “There’s no sunlight, H! This huge umbrella is definitely not needed.”

Harry only rolls his eyes at her, “Obviously, I know that. I still got it placed here though to take some cute pictures of you under it.”

“Some?” Sophia teases, knowing how often Harry makes her pose for pictures every time they go out.

“Now, you’re no fun,” Harry copies her earlier utterance at him in his car, “Is it such a shame that you have a dotting boyfriend that loves to have his Sunflower’s face all-over his technological devices and social media accounts?”

“No, not really, as long as said Sunflower can also take her turn taking pictures of her charming, enchanting, bewitching boyfriend?”

Harry places a hand on his heart, “I would love to, I thought you’d never ask.”

***

The picnic was a success, that much Harry can confidently say as he prepares Sophia’s third cup of lavender tea, seeming to be her new favorite thing thanks to Harry’s creative choices of food and beverages.

“Are you sure this is edible?” Sophia asks as they begin to eat a new box of pastries, pointing specifically at a sugar cookie frosted with white icing and a final touch of an edible flower in the middle.

She looks up at Harry after taking a photo of said cookie, he’s stopped mid-chew with his cheeks filled with the cookie in question looking at her sheepishly.

“I think it’s edible?” He answers, unsure. “It better fucking be cause I just stuffed my face with half of it in one bite.”

Sophia giggles, reaching over the table to wipe-off some of the crumbs that have fallen on the side of his lips, thumb digging on the dimple that was now caved-in on his cheek due to her caring touch. It hits her how much she’s in-love with this carefree and kind spirited angel, who has taken it upon himself to go the extra mile and prepare this picturesque summer picnic for her no matter the odds that the autumn weather had proposed. The simple action of actually giving his jumper for her to wear right after they had taken their photos, shows how he follows through with his promises and how genuine he is with his intentions.

“I love you,” Sophia blurts out, completely out of the blue if the widening of Harry’s eyes in clear surprise is any indication.

Harry holds her hand that is gently rubbing his cheek in affection, “I love you too, my Sunflower. I hope you’re having an amazing 21st birthday, I only want to make you happy all the time.”

“Aren’t you a simple man with simple dreams? Cause I can assure you that you do, in fact always make me happy.”

And that’s true, Sophia can write paragraphs upon paragraphs of the simple things that Harry does unknowingly or knowingly that always makes her feel like the happiest girl in the world. Might it be the simple mundane things, like picking her up after her class for uni because he knows how his company always gives her a sense of comfort and rest after such a stressful studios day, or how he sometimes gets her new blankets and quilts every time he goes out to the shops because he knows how she gets easily cold and love to smother herself with the warmth the cotton or wool provides, even if she’s got a whole collection of blankets already he consistently finds ways to spoil her. Like right now, Sophia feels all the happy hormones in her body springing alive as Harry slots her under his arm allowing her to borrow her face on his soft warm chest, the two cuddling close as Harry had expertly packed them a bunch of blankets that they can wrap themselves around with during their picnic. Theoretically, the amount of blankets he had brought makes it possible for them to have a few each, but Harry had been insistent on keeping her close to his side for the entirety of their day, promises of hand-feeding her their treats and sharing the last cup of lavender tea was enough persuasion for Sophia to share her blankets with him. And let’s be honest, is it really even a chore to be cuddled-up and snuggled warm in the strong secure arms of your boyfriend?

So Sophia contentedly spends the rest of her day in the coziness of Harry’s presence, conversations between the two were ever-present as they finished their way on every single morsel left of their delicious picnic delicacies.

“Crap, it’s finished,” Sophia informs Harry, raising the last pink box that contained their food and flipping it over to show her point. “I think you ate majority of the contents of this one, Bunny.”

Harry feigns a gasp, “Totally not true, you just think that cause I probably picked most of it with my hand, but fed it to your waiting mouth Ms. Birthday girl.”

“You make me sound like such a spoiled and starved person,” Sophia laughs.

“I mean you kinda are, don’t think I didn’t notice the times you physically grabbed my hand to feed you the sandwich that was supposed to be for me, not even a minute after finishing yours.”

“That only happened once!” Sophia defends her dignity, giggling along with her boyfriend. “And it’s not my fault you genuinely wanted to indulge me on everything I want to today, you spoil me enough on the regular, lovie.”

Harry sighs happily, not even trying to deny her point, “Totally true, and you so deserve much more than what I give you daily, Sunflower. And since it’s your birthday right now, it gives me a better reason to spoil you even more. Get ready for these special treats coming your way.”

Sophia doesn’t know what he means by that, staying planted on her cushion seat as Harry removes his hold around her to stand-up, instructing her to stay where she is and just leaving her with a wink. She doesn’t know where he’s headed, but chuckles to herself nonetheless upon witnessing a happily skipping Harry going somewhere to fetch some more treats for her.

Not even more than five minutes later, her boyfriend arrives back in her sight, this time around carrying something on his hands that’s covered in one of his woolen blankets that she loves to use when she’s at his flat. Whatever may be inside the thing he’s carrying, seems to be something important judging the way Harry takes his time to walk.

Instead of going back to his seat beside Sophia, Harry carefully places the blanket covered thing he was carrying just seconds ago. Sophia just looks at him curiously as Harry takes a seat on the bare grass beside it.

“Okay,” Harry claps his hands, an excited smile on his lips, “Before you open this very special parcel from me, I want you first to blow a candle and make a wish.”

Harry begins to reach inside the front pocket of his trousers, producing a tissue covered rainbow sprinkled cookie much to Sophia's surprise.

“I knew that one of the boxes was missing one treat,” She says in jest, as Harry smiles mischievously at her while retrieving a little pink candle on his other pocket together with a lighter.

“I honestly snuck this one in my pockets for a treat for myself later, like on our way back home in the car while you’re sleeping. Then I realized I did forget to reserve another treat for you to use as your birthday cake to wish on, since I know you’re not that keen on cakes in general.” Harry confesses, smiling sheepishly at her.

Sophia decides to tease him, “So thank the lord for your cheeky ways of sneaking a cookie in your pocket to munch on later without the knowledge of your girlfriend?”

“Exactly!” Harry says in utter agreement, “I knew you would always see the better light of any situation.”

Sophia just snorts at her bunny’s dorkiness, deciding to let his antics go and just appreciate his cute gesture as Harry twists the candle to stand properly in the middle of the cookie before lighting it up with the lighter on his other hand. It doesn’t even surprise her when Harry begins to sing her a happy birthday, voice deep and melodious as he asks her to close her pretty eyes and make a wish.

Her wish was simple, to just be able to spend all her next birthdays on this earth with her bunny right beside her. She blows the candle with a smile on her face just thinking about this time next year and wondering whatever cloying thing Harry might have under his sleeve for her 22nd.

Before her mind can get lost in any more exciting thoughts about their future together, Harry clears his throat gaining her attention. He has a timid smile on his lips, hand placing the cookie with a candle on the table before rubbing both his hands together as if ready to explain something, eyes darting back and forth from her eyes and the blanket covered package in front of them.

Sophia grins, “Is this my pressie?”

Harry returns her grin, “Yeah, it is. And for someone who has time and time again said they don’t want anything for their birthday, you seem oddly excited for this.”

Sophia squeaks in indignation, cheeks coloring with a blush in slight embarrassment, “Well I don’t need anything more special than you just being here with me and all, but that doesn’t meant I can’t appreciate or get excited when you decide to also give me some material things.”

Harry smiles kindly at her explanation, reaching over the parcel between them to give her a tender kiss on the lips, couldn’t resist biting her tempting plump bottom lip as they part.

“I know, my love. I was just kidding, no need to be embarrassed about anything, Sunflower. Besides, I think that I’m the one who’s supposed to be a little bit embarrassed here for what I’m about to confess.”

Now Sophia looks at Harry in confusion, unsure if she should feel concerned about where this conversation might lead to. Sensing her conflict, Harry reaches for both her hands to interlock with his own, resting it cautiously on the seemingly highly precious cargo between them.

“I’m not confessing anything extreme, so no need to worry your pretty little head over anything, my Sunflower.” Sophia trusts Harry with everything she has so his reassurance has simply calmed her whirling mind. She lets their connected touch to ground her, squeezing his hand reassuringly for him to continue.

Harry exhales soundly before breaking into a few chuckles, “It’s ridiculous how nervous I’m being when I know I technically didn’t even do anything wrong. It’s just that I know you’d ask eventually how I knew you wanted a picnic for your birthday, and I’m surprised it hasn’t even come up yet this entire afternoon.”

“It didn’t really cross my mind to be honest,” Sophia supplies, thumb rubbing his knuckles in thought. “I mean I just assumed you knew I loved picnics in general, cause we do it every summer wherever we maybe, and you wanted to give that experience to me on my special day.”

“Well maybe I wasn’t as smart as you thought I was then, since it didn’t come quickly to me what you had possibly wanted to do today besides a regular chill night-in together that you had specifically voiced about. Not going to lie, but it took me like half of a day to figure out what special thing to do for your birthday and what the heck I was going to get you.”

“Half a day isn’t bad at all, bunny. Is this what you’re nervous about telling me? Because you know that I don’t really care about that and I’d love you just as much even if you didn’t go the extra mile and plan this day out.”

“No, it’s not that,” Harry smiles, how can he not every time he’s girlfriend tells him she loves him, “And I love you so much too, Sunflower, even if you were too shy to express what you have wanted in the first place which made me result in doing something I’ve never done before.”

“What do you mean? You’ve planned a picnic date for us several times already.”

There’s once again that sheepish glint in Harry’s smile as he begins to just come out with what had occurred, “Well those times I knew you wanted to have a picnic, this time around I didn’t. So I’ve kind of stumbled upon your Pinterest account in my laptop upon researching for what special thing I can do, and I might have.. well I certainly did look around your boards and found out what kind of celebration and gift you wanted.”

“Alright, that’s all it is?”

Sophia watches in absolute amusement at the way Harry’s jaw suddenly drops, like he can’t believe what just came out of her mouth.

“What do you mean ‘that’s all it’? You’re not even mad or anything? I basically snooped into your private Pinterest account, Sunflower.”

Sophia just shrugs her shoulders, in a completely nonchalant way, “It’s really not a big deal, bunny. You know how much I value communication in our relationship and this just shows me that you do too. And it’s not really snooping when you didn’t actively try to find my Pinterest, it just stumbled upon your responsible hands.”

“Phew,” Harry breathes out in relief, right hand wiping imaginary sweat from his forehead, “Aren’t you a sweet little thing? Again, you really do see the positive perspective in every situation.”

“I mean, you might even want to call me a sweet and genius little thing for accidentally leaving my account open on your laptop, cause it literally brought me to this amazing summer picnic surprise in bloody autumn, and what I’m assuming is also a superb birthday pressie without even having to verbally confess it myself.”

“Ohh, so that’s how it is then?” Harry chuckles at the smug look on Sophia’s gentle features, “You think you’re such a clever little Sunflower for getting your silent way through this? Well if you’re that smart, then you for sure know what’s inside this little thing here? Cause baby, this was the farthest thing from easy to get.”

This time around, Sophia gives Harry a rather questioning expression, “For argument's sake, I would like to say that yeah, I’m a genius little Sunflower and definitely know what’s my pressie, but for sincere communications sake, I honestly have not opened my Pinterest for a good three to four months already? Like, I’m a sweet, genius, and quite forgetful little Sunflower?”

It really should be funny the way Harry actually physically deflates on his seat on the grass, no remnants of his joking humor left on his cherubic face in just like a flick of her dainty fingers. A pout begins to form on Sophia’s cold lips at the emerging almost deprecating sad smile on Harry’s similarly chilly wind-bitten lips.

“Well shit,” Harry lets out, squeezing their interlocked hands tighter with a quite dejected chuckle released, “Not going to lie, I had to go through a handful of shitty situations just to get you this gift, and I’m going to tell you all about it later. I just bloody hope you’ll still love it, even if you apparently have not opened your account for a few months now. But, I’d still love you nonetheless if you decide to return it and I’ll happily get you something else.”

“Oh, bunny. Come here,” Sophia lightly pulls on their connected hands to bring him towards her, the two meet half-way over the present in a crushing hug. Sophia tries her best to convey in her hug the reassurance her bunny needs, that there’s literally no room for him to be nervous about anything. Cradling his face, she scatters several sweet kisses all over his face, wanting that dimple on his cheek to appear once again.

“Bunny, I’m sure I'm still going to love your pressie no matter what it is, no need to worry about anything. Always grateful for anything you give me, right? I did still love those macaroni friendship bracelets you made for me way back in our younger days even if it got infested with ants later on and I still cleaned it and wore it the following day.”

“I guess,” Harry finally giggles, probably remembering seven-year old him tenderly kissing the ant-bitten red skin of her tiny wrist even if six-year old her had countlessly reassured his sad pouting face that everything was alright and they’re still the bestest of friends.

“It’s not an I guess, is a definite yes that I’m still going to adore whatever is in this, you know what, let’s actually open this now so you can see that I’m being honest like always.”

With one of their hands still intertwined, together they begin to unravel the blanket, revealing the pink Vivienne Westwood paper bag under it. Sophia’s eyes widen, locking her gaze on Harry’s green ones filled with growing excitement at her instant shock.

“Come on, open it, Sunflower. You precious baby, already astonished with just the parcel. And if you must know, you’re real treat is inside this.”

“I know, don’t tease me! Just feeling giddy all of a sudden!” The couple giggling continue to help each other retrieve a smaller white box inside the paper bag, Harry settling to let go of their joined hands and instead to place both of his palms on his smiling cheeks to watch in anticipation as Sophia opens the box to reveal the pear choker.

Exhaling a sigh of excited trepidation, Sophia cautiously holds the white box, slowly opening the lid with her eyes still solely focused on Harry’s face. When she had finally gotten in the open, Harry laughed at her unyielding eyes and attention still fixed on him and not her present.

“Sunflower, I know that you’re sincere when you say that my company is a present enough, but that pressie in your hands might get jelly that you think I’m more important.”

“You genuinely are more important than any material thing.”

Harry laughs, “Sunflower! Just look at it already, please, my ladylove?”

Sophia finally relents, Harry’s rather coquettish fluttering of his long eyelashes at her seems to always affect her. Eyes slowly trailing downward, Sophia has to blink her own eyes a few times in successive manner as the rare London sun seems to decide that it was the perfect moment to show itself in their autumn picnic. It's sunny beam hitting the pearls making it glisten far too brightly for her eyes.

Sophia catches on quickly after that, eyes widening even further with her cute little mouth opening in a stunned ‘o’ shape.

Harry raises his shoulders to reach his ears in an utterly adorable gesture, “Pearls for the most darling pearl of my life?”

And then Sophia cries.

Big fat tears began to slowly fall down her flushed cheeks, Harry instinctively collecting her inside his arms in a tight hug, whispering words of affection straight to her ear in a way to calm her down.

“I guess you like it then?” Harry asks when he can no longer feel any of her tears wetting the side of his neck.

“Is that even a question? Of course I bloody love it, bunny! How can I not?”

“Oh thank god, my humiliating face-first fall on the ground over thin air is not out of waste.”

“What?”

***

Sophia’s still in awe even after countless minutes of admiring the pearl choker with Harry, even when she had timidly asked the latter to clasp the pearl choker around her neck, or even after Harry had divulged the stories of his misfortune adventure of just wanting to get this present for her. Obviously, she couldn’t help but laugh at his ridiculous fall on the floor of his bedroom, not even shying away to say her wish of being there to see it first-hand.

Even right now, on their way back home to Harry’s flat, Sophia still can’t control her own hand from tenderly clutching the cold little pearls connecting together this beautiful and dreamy piece of jewelry. Her eyes go sideways, studying Harry’s magnificent side-profile while driving, his artisan chiseled jaw being emphasized even further from the flashing lights of the London city lights. He’s shining very brightly, Sophia thinks, not even just physically but even his aura within him seemed to be dazzling and glimmering with pure merriment.

“Hey, bunny?” Sophia calls for him quietly.

He turns his head upon her gentle request, “Yes, my Sunflower?” his left hand finding rest on her soft thigh.

Sophia can’t help the dreamy sigh that escapes her lips, “I know I’ve already expressed enough how much brightness and happiness you give me with your love. But, I don’t think I’ve ever told you straight out that you’re the best, like the best boyfriend ever because you are! Like you’re the bestest boyfriend in the world, my bunny.”

Harry Styles only wanted to be the best boyfriend on the planet when planning his girl’s special day. And yet here he is, delicately caressing the supple skin of her milky thigh where the hem of her pink satin dress had bunched-up, can’t quite believe that her now sleeping girlfriend had called him the bestest boyfriend in the world, now that’s enough retribution for everything related to that damn pearl choker.

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Masterlist

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Fics

Levihan

Rager teenager (rated for mentions of sex)

Set phasers to stun! (rated for mentions of sex)

Rest In peace, Paradise

Honey bunny (one mention of sex)

I see rivers

Deep sea baby

If this hasn’t broken me, I will never break (rated for sex)

Stellar (rated for sex and other idolverse-related insecurities and ills)

Don’t drink the kool-aid (there’s a little bit of sex in here)

Butter my biscuits (straight up smut)

Imagine being loved by me (one mention of sex, other than that, mild)

1-800-FANTASY (Drabble, NSFW)

That’s my ego that you’re stroking (straight up smut)

Dog days are over (old Hollywood!au with MILD naughty scenes)

you don’t know how lucky you are (levihan & eruri)

Jeankasa

Come down when you’re ready

Mouth open you’re high (rated for sex | mentions of levihan)

So lonely trying to be yours (rated for sex)

Milk and honey

My excuse is that I’m young (rated for sex)

lovers’ interlude

Blessed is the fruit

all I know is no one loves me like you do

Chaptered

[levihan] There’s thunder in our hearts (rated for sex, rough childhood)

[levihan] Good bones

Others

[Mikasasha friendship | mentions of Jeankasa] Yellow crysanthymums

Drabbles

(Levihan unless stated otherwise)

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three strands for good luck

one wayward son

another love

Bathwater/baby

Playboy shit

Je dois traverser l'océan demain matin (can’t link this one somehow!)

Control

All bunged up

Child’s play (levihan/jeankasa)

The great fire

Run baby run

White as the sun

Darling, I’m never satisfied

Verbatim

Come back to the castle, I’ll tell you how I despair.

Spot me (levihan/jeankasa)

It’s not mine but I want it so- (jeankasa)

When I say ‘hopelessly’

Dimples

Two sides, same goddamn coin

Stop the presses! (No name band AU)

The name game

Electric love

Needle and thread

Send your location (come through)

Kill V. Maim

Aren’t you forgetting something?

Bi wife energy

Weddings and funerals

That’s some scary shit

Brat (nsfw)

Go to hell for heaven’s sake!

1-800-FANTASY (nsfw)

By your name (nsfw)

This garden is filled

Saltwater and the sea

Ophelia

A thousand burning suns (part I / part II / part III)

Passionfruit Tea (nsfw)

But soft!

All I have to do is dream

Accidental baby acquisition (celebrity AU)

Never have I ever (nsfw)

Ivy

Strawberries and cream

Babygate (celebrity AU)

Seasons (nsfw)

Juro que (nsfw)

Something something romance

B(rats!)

Pandas

Headcanons

All levihan HCs (/levihan-hc)

Modern AU levihan HCs (/modern-levihan-hc)

AU levihan HCs (/levihan-au-hc)

Spicy levihan HCs (/spicy-hc)

HCs on Hanji and Jean being French, Levi being German (sometimes he’s French), and Erwin being English (/language-discourse)

#peglevi2020/21 [NSFW] (/pegging-discourse)

Adventures of Raspberry Jam and Crouton (/rj-and-crouton)

Levihan and the vets (/vets-hc)

Levihan and the 104 (/naughty-children)

Jeankasa HCs (/jeankasa-hc)

Others

I sometimes get asks about ships (/shipbox)

I sometimes get asks about the warriors (/warrior-ask)

I sometimes get asked for recs (/my-recs)

I sometimes get really radical recs (/offerings)

I sometimes get asks about myself (/me-lol)

Just give me everything!

All anon asks (/anon)

All the stuff from my inbox (/inbox)

Everything that belongs to me, well most of it (/mine)

#masterlist #me lol #levihan