Oh To Go On A Walk With Harry In The Middle Of An Italian Summer Talking About His Childhood With You

my tumblr self is me 12 hours before my shift meanwhile my twitter self is me 12 hours after my shift

girls vs getting over anything thats ever happened to them in their life

ice play with abby?

need her to be real already so we can do this.

“you look so pretty” abby mumbled. blue eyes flickering around every second, not wanting to miss a single expression on your face. the sounds of your heavy panting, choked whines and gasps echoing through her ears. “good girl” she whispered closer to your ear, fingers dragging the ice cube across your collarbones and between the valley of your breasts. the sheer coldness has you shivering.

“s’cold” you whimpered. your thighs clenching together tightly and back arching into her, not wanting her to know that you like this more than you’re letting on.

chuckling under her breath, abby hums with a soft “yeah i know, baby. but you’re doing so good f'me” cold droplets of water run down your skin. your mouth parts with a gasp once she drags the ice cube just across the side of your breast. “you like this” she states. to you or herself? she has no idea.

“abby please, just— oh” you gasped. your fingers weaving into her blonde hair, tugging lightly. her lips wrapped around your left nipple, licking and sucking off the water while she switches around and drags the ice cube over your other breast. humming at your little gasps and whimpers. “okay yes, i like it” you admit.

letting your nipple go with a ‘pop’ abby lifts her head, a sly grin appearing on her lips. “prettiest tits” she groaned. the remaining ice cube she currently had between her fingers, melting away, water dripping down your stomach, and pooling into your belly button. “prettiest everythin’” she continued, fingers trailing the goosebumps that rose on your skin.

even though the ice still had you shivering, nipples pebbled and breath uneven, it didn’t stop abby from reaching over and grabbing another ice cube from the glass. “abs” you whispered needily, eyes on her every move.

“patience, baby. i’ll give you whatever you want, but let me have my fun first, yeah?”

no time or room to talk back, plead, and beg her for anything— you’re gasping, legs twitching when she drags the ice up and down your inner thigh, water dripping from your skin and onto the bed sheet below. “yes…” you nodded.

exhaling softly, your thighs jolt at the coldness of the ice, hands gripping the sheet of your bed. abby’s fingers draw the ice higher up your thigh, lips following behind, licking up the dripping water, chuckling at your shaky breaths. “pretty all over huh?” she groaned. her eyes fixated on your cunt and if she were to drag the ice anymore, it would be exactly where you want it. “need it that bad, huh?” she taunts, watching the way your pussy clenches around absolutely nothing. “yeah, you do”

you were too dazed and focused on her face and the feeling of that damn ice cube to even realize you had tears streaking down your face, the salty feeling slipping between your lips as the cold sensation gets closer and closer— your head fell back against the pillow with a whimper, fingers continuing to thread through her blonde hair, and the small hope that she would be done soon, swam through your mind. “feels good, abs— fuck!” you choked out. her hand quickly moving around to keep one of your legs open when they try closing, whimpers and gasps slipping from you as she drags the small remaining ice cube up and down your folds. “shit shit shit” you chant, shivering.

“you’re doing so good, baby” she mumbled. sitting back on her knees, admiring you with a soft dazed smile. “my good girl” abby groaned lowly, watching the water drip down your folds. “you alright baby?” she questioned.

nodding wordlessly, you push your body a little closer to her, whining and pouting when she’s quick to pull the ice cube away the second you move. “but—”

leaning over to the nightstand, ignoring your whines and excuses, you catch the mischievous grin sitting on her face. quick to pull out yet another ice cube from her glass, somehow still not fully melted yet. “promised you would let me use the rest, until then, let me have my fun. you’ll get whatever you want, after”

why do u like harry styles?

because he’s my girl

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