hello everyone these selfies are old but that’s besides the point. okay so, my name is ivy and i’m just your average michigan trash. i take some kinda cool pics for “i see stars” whatever that means and do my own thing on the side because u can’t cage me i am an artist. i have a lil pet bunny that i will prolly never post but if u still wanna see him my gh is digitalrenegay
I wanna run away with someone in the middle of the night and go on adventures and see the world and eat at cheap truck stops and sit on top of our car and look at the stars and just be somewhere other than here.
Dates I wanna do but won't do because no one will do them with me
• Visit big/unique book stores and buy books or buy no books just spend your time in an awesome book store
• Go stargazing somewhere nice like at a field or at a mountain or something and look at the stars and at the moon and just love the universe
• go see a theatre play bc they are rad and I love theatre or maybe a musical both is awesome
• Writing dates like where you meet and you write something together or separately for each other and it doesn’t have to be good or mean something you just have to have fun
• Reading dates where you read separately or read your favorite book or one you just bought together out loud and listen to audio books of your favorite books or talk about books at a cozy place inside or outside
• go shopping but not like lame annoying shopping like I’m making an outfit for you and you have to try it on no matter how lame it is shopping
• watch each other’s favorite movies and Tv shows and drink tea or coffee or whatever and maybe build a pillow fort and get all excited about the characters without having to be ashamed of it because the other person will love you anyway even if you’re crazy
• baking dates i mean this is cheesy but can you imagine trying something new together or not new something you like and I will stop now I am sorry
I wanna run away with someone in the middle of the night and go on adventures, and see the world, and eat at cheap truck stops, and sit on the top of our car and look at the stars, and just be somewhere other than here.
In which alcohol and pricks make for a messy, angry Harry.
Author’s note: I don’t really see Harry ever being violent, but I had a dream about this and really wanted to write it soooo.
Tonight has been the most fun you’ve had in a while. You’re sat at a table in Harry’s favorite pub, crowded with his close friends. There are some that he keeps in regular contact with, but more that he only gets to see on the off chance that he’s home for a while and free from any work.
Harry’s been smiling all night, cracking terrible jokes and laughing overzealously at the little quips that anyone else makes. He’s had at least one too many. His smile is lazy, an uneven little smirk. His arm is stretched out across the back of your chair and he keeps touching you, brushing his thumb over your far arm, randomly spattering kisses along your cheek or over your bare shoulder. Sometimes he leans on you and you have to shove him off when he becomes a little too heavy, worried about tipping out of your chair. But he only grins at you and then joins back into whatever conversation is happening.
The group has begun to thin out. A few friends have left in pairs, babbling about being tired or having things to do tomorrow. You and Harry assure each of them that there will be more get-togethers before he’s off around the world for work again. Harry expresses his love with sloppy words, too buzzed to get up from his chair and hug them. Then there’s only Nick left.
“Yeh ‘bout ready to g’home, kitten?” Harry’s leaned his head on your shoulder again, growing hair falling into his heavy eyes.
“I’ve got an idea,” he paused as he watched Y/N’s eyes catch his, her eyebrows raised, “I mean, I used t’do it before we started datin’ I swear. Only before. But it got me a bit o’cash that I needed and it paid the bills for a bit, ’n I know you probably won’t like it but it did work f’me and I reckon it’d work better if we did it as a couple,”
“For god’s sake Harry, just spit it out,”
“Live sex, live porn, whatever y’wanna call it.”
Harry and Y/N are struggling UNI students and are looking for a better and easier way to make some money.
There are a lot of things good girls don’t. They don’t laugh too loud, they don’t dress too short, they don’t swear and they don’t put themselves out there. They wait, and they do it while sitting properly in their pristine white dresses, with their hands crossed over their laps and their back sitting up straight.
There’s a lot of things good girls don’t and getting their panties wet every time they see a guy is definitely one of them.
You rubbed your thighs together as your fingers pressed tightly to the table you were sitting on, trying to hold on to a reality that was slipping away as you looked at him. You imagined the taste of his skin, and how it must have felt against yours when he was lying on top of you, and you thought about the fire of his kiss, and how it probably tasted like peppermint and just a tiny hint of sin. You thought about heaven and having him lie next to you at night.
The fire that had settled in your lower tummy was going to consume you all at any moment, and you shifted in your seat, trying to release some of the pressure that had built between your legs. You were definitely wet.
But as much as you tried, you couldn’t stop thinking about him, imagining yourself on your knees while your eyes obediently locked in with his. You imagined your lips wrapping around the two fingers he was offering to you, and the light bob you would do to take them all the way in, while your tongue pressed to them to suck them lightly, looking at him as his eyes, usually green and sweet, turned dark, the burning lust covering them as he gazed down at you. You even imagined the light gag of your throat as he pushed his fingers all the way in, and the moan that bubbled up from your very core when he slid them out, the strings of spit that fell down making you blush as you looked down.
“Look at me, yeah?” He would say, with his voice a little raspier than usual as he kneeled in front of you. “C’mon, kitten, look at me.” He would repeat his command slowly, a smirk curling up the corner of his lips as your eyes fluttered open to obey him. “Look at me while I fuck ya with my fingers, yeah? Use all that spit you left. Were you imagining my cock?” He would ask, his smirk growing bigger as you nodded, still unable to speak your own words, as your heart was knotting on your throat and beating rapidly at the sight of him. “You’re such a fucking good girl.”