#SHES JUST MAD H*RNY CONSTANTLY

[baylardian-1]

My MLP OC, Crane! Her Changeling name is Spinneret but she prefers to go by Crane.

She's a Changeling hybrid. Her past is a mystery, she likes to lie and dare I say SPIN WEBS about her story all the time. She tends to disguise herself as a Kirin and sleep around, feeding on ponies' short-lived affection for her 'cuz she's PRETTY lol. She hates her natural appearance and thinks that no one could love her or look at her the same way they do when she's wearing a disguise. Her need to feed on love isn't as strong as a pureblooded Changeling, but I imagine some part of why she still feels the need probably involves her ability to change forms. At the end of the day she's VERY self conscious AAAAAAND a hopeless romantic who thinks she is unworthy of love. :)

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

I’m so h*rny like when is angel y/n going to get Wrekt by Harry’s cock like when.... I have a question : after the first time they have sex would she get addicted like constantly wanting to do it and he’d not be able to keep up and call her out on it like: you’re acting like a hormonal teenager boy whose just discovered sex and she’s get mad at him lol

She’d definitely want to do it often, though she’d practice strong self-control because she doesn’t want to excessively stroke his ego or he’ll get too cocky for his own good.

However, he can see through her little facade easily. It’s obvious in the way she addresses him; it’s different than before they slept together for the first time. Her gaze and actions are more objectifying now— he’s constantly catching her staring at his lap or unintentionally feeling him up at the most random times.

While they’re out grocery shopping, when he’s cooking dinner, as he’s ordering their food at a restaurant, when they snuggle on the couch— she just can’t seem to tear her focus away from between his thighs.

Harry gets off of it more than he expected he would. He thrives from the fact that she thinks about him in that way more often now; it means he lived up to the hype he’d built since they’d met. The crude jokes, the inappropriate comments, the sly once-overs, the intense eye contact— he’d exceeded her expectations and watching her get addicted to it flatters him like nothing else ever could.

He doesn’t allow her to hide it, either. He’s always loved making her fidget under his influence and now he has more ammo than ever. He’ll be damned— more than he already is— before he lets that go to waste.

He would take the piss out of the situation any time it arises.

When he catches her ogling at him in the superstore, he’d tug her into his chest with an amused chuckle, cradling her jaw with his palm as a warm mumble licks across the curve of her stinging ear. “If y’keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna end up ball’s deep in one of those dressing rooms.”

When she continuously glances at his lap at a diner and he has to squeeze her thigh to set her in place. “Eyes up here— staring’s rude.”

When they’re an hour deep into a movie and she’s absentmindedly rubbing her ass against his groin and he has to card his fingers into her hair and give a rough tug to bring it to her attention. “If you’re horny, just tell me. If you keep that shit up, I’ll pierce your fucking stomach.”

When Harry’s preparing dinner and she’s sitting on top of the kitchen island, chewing on her thumb distractedly as her eyes trace the faint outline of his cock through his gym shorts. Her body shifts uncomfortably against the marbel surface, hot and bothered beyond reason as she recalls that initial satisfying burn that wracks the pit of her belly every time he pushes inside.

He licks smugly across his cupid’s bow, tapping the wooden spoon against the rim of the metal pot before setting in down onto a dish, flipping the knob to off and turning to face her with his arms falling crossed in front of his thick chest. He kinks an eyebrow questionly and she sharply casts her head to the side, embarrassed at being caught.

“You haven’t stopped staring at me like that since….” He trails off for emphasis, eyes raking up and down her body in one slow, cheeky glance. He clears his throat softly, swaying lightly as he drifts closer to her, his abdomen bumping against her knees. “Something you wanna share?”

Y/N remains silent but the way her thighs instinctively clasp together tells him everything he needs to know.

He untucks his hand from the crook inside of his elbow, trailing his index finger across her cheekbone delicately. That one simple touch is enough to send a branch of pastel blue lightning racing across the shell of her ear.

Harry watches the electricity disappear as quick as it had conjured, dimples popping with the foundation of a condescending smirk. “C’mon, darling, don’t be like that with me. I’ve had my face nose-deep between your thighs— there’s not much for us to be shy about anymore.”

Y/N’s jaw visibly clenches at his brazen dig, her cojoined hands tightening in her lap. Her voice comes out shakey with an unmissable needy edge. “I just…Sorry, I don’t mean to… y’know… but I guess I…”

She can’t seem to sew her thoughts together, her tongue heavy and awkward in her mouth. The way Harry’s ghosting the bed of his black-lacquered nail across the apple of her heated cheek isn’t helping any.

He lists his head to the side, effectively reading her tone, filling in the words she can’t seem to form. When he speaks, it’s low and gentle, but his attitude is one of entertained arrogance. “You want me to fuck you again? Is that it?”

Y/N’s eyelids flutter shut at the soothing current of his voice, despite the filth behind it. She can’t stop herself from barely nodding and if he’d blinked a second too soon, he would’ve missed it.

Harry stifles an admirable groan at the way she’s melting under his fingertips. “Mm…I see.”

He draws closer, parting her legs with his hips and coasting both of his large hands onto her fleshy waist. “Baby just wants me to make her feel good, yeah?”

Another ghost of a nod.

He sucks his teeth with exaggerated disbelief, batting his lashes jestingly. “That’ll be the third time today. One in the morning, again in the shower, and now…”

Harry gives a harsh yank to the knot on her pajama bottoms, feeding off the way her whole body tenses up. “And now you want me to shove you onto this counter and stretch you out again, right?”

“Please.”

The word hardly passes as a whisper— it’s more of a feathery exhale than a response.

He tenderly grasps Y/N’s face with his thumb and forefinger, his other digits teasingly tapping against the length of her jaw. He coaxes her chin upwards, their eyes locking and she feels like his hand is around her throat, instead. Tiny specks of black ink are littering the intense jade of his irses, swelling and winking out of existence, taunting her. “Mumbling gets you no where, minx.”

His girlfriend stutters a quivering inhale, letting it out in a quick huff. She speaks up timidly, the sound sickenly sweet to his heightened hearing. “Please, Harry.”

Harry’s hand drops from her face, toying along the waistband of his mesh shorts, pushing it down his pelvis just enough for her to get a peek at the neatly-trimmed dusting of pubic hair along the base of his cock. “Please what?”

Y/N swallows heavily, shamelessly gawking at the way he’s thickening behind the flimsy material of his pants. He isn’t wearing any underwear and she can feel a heat flash crackle its way along the back of her skull.

He plucks her out of her head with an annoying quip. “Well, don’t drool. Kinda defeats the mood I’m trying to establish.”

She rips herself away from the view below, glaring at him from under creased brows. “Jerk.”

“Is that an offer?”

Y/N releases an irritated moan. “Harry, just please.”

He delves his fist below his trousers, the fabric tenting as he slowly starts to pump himself just to fuck with her. “That doesn’t cut it.”

Her bottom lip wobbles as she gets a view of his knuckles glistening with precum. She shimmies a bit, her loose pajama shorts riding up her thighs until her undies are visible. One tug to the side and he can slip in without an issue.

Y/N coils her arms around his wide shoulders, flushing their chests together and eliminating and the distance between them to the point where their noses bump. She licks across her chapped lips, tongue tickling his in the process and he has to force himself to keep from pounding into her.

“Fuck me. I want you to—” She gasps wetly when she feels his pinky finger hook into the crotch area of her panties, moving the soaked cloth to the side.

Harry shrugs his eyebrows expectantly, the tip of his prick rubbing temptingly against her clit as he smears his mouth over hers. She can feel the whites of her eyes flash with a familiar iridescent sheen.

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t stand and I want to feel the way you make me warm when you cum. Please.”

Harry doesn’t utter a syllable but the manner in which his eyes ink completely dark substitutes for the silence.

In one swift thrust, he’s buried to the hilt, a violent shiver pinballing its way down the nerves of his spine. “Fucking hell.”

Y/N releases a choked whimper, the sensation of him spreading her open causing a rippling in her abdomen. It’s an aching pain that ebbs into throbbing pleasure, her body teetering between the two as she tries to accommodate to his size. It doesn’t matter how many times they’ve done this— she doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to the way he fills her.

“Oh my God, Harry, I—!” She barely has the sentence out before he’s smothering his lips over her own, hungry and desperate, the kiss full of breathy whines, clacking teeth, and his cold piercing catching on the ridges of her skin.

Y/N’s hands blindly scatter across his back, ducking under his cherry red I’d Like To Fellate George Harrison tee and twisting her nails into the taut muscles beneath.

Harry’s mouth sears strained grunts and mewls into the alcove of her throat, her thundering pulse echoing in his chest, filling the empty nook where his heartbeat would otherwise match hers. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight. Such a snug little thing.”

“More.” She croaks, her head falling back as he hits the pit of her tummy, eyes blearing with satisfied tears. “More, more, m— fuck, H, please!”

Harry giggles breathily, kissing across the love bite he’d just finished painting, giving a particularly deep stroke that has her grappling down his back. “Slow, baby, slow. You’re like a teenager, for fuck’s sake. Too eager for your own good.”

Her tone is sheepish and innocent, which entertains him considering the circumstances. “I’m sorry, you just— you just feel— shit, I love you.”

Harry skims his tingling nose underneath her jaw, pasting sticky wet kisses to her pressure spots and grinning into her skin when she jolts. “Y’love me? Or just love the way I fuck you?”

“Both.”

“Wow, I feel used. I think I’ll just stop.”

“You—I love you, you dick.”

He scoffs with evilly delighted glee, though his words hold nothing but honest affection. “Love you, too. My sweet girl— my pretty little angel.”

His thrusts are lazy and sloppy, though they carry the intent of gradually working her up to withstand a sharper, rougher pace. She’s already quivering in his arms, knees digging into his hips as her calves dangle limply behind him.

He doesn’t want to overwhelm her into subspace; he wants to flirt her over the edge just enough to have her begging and screaming for more. If he does too much, too fast, she’ll get sensitive quick and the high will come crashing down.

There’s so much he wants to do to her in so many different positions. He wants to bend her over the railing of their balcony under a starlit night and fuck her slow and hard, watching her struggle to keep a tab on her noises as he repeatedly bottoms out with his fingers down her throat and his teeth staining the small devil horn tattoo on back of her shoulder. He wants her bouncing messily on his cock in the back his vintage car, their sweaty bodies rubbery against the patented, hot red leather seats, her sugary moans drowned out by the rock music blaring in the background. He wants her in the bathroom of an expensive club, a spell keeping the door locked as he rides her flowy baby doll dress up her supple thighs, revealing a pair of sparkly, plum purple lace panties that he’d easily tear in half with a flick of his supernaturally-strengthen wrist, his hands fogging the expanse of the mirror as she rocks herself onto his prick with her sounds of pleasure puncturing his ear drums through the deep booming bass of the music.

Fuck, he wants her. He wants her everywhere, all the fucking time, and he absolutely preens whenever she shows that the feeling is mutual. He bathes in the instances he catches her staring and he has to hide the fact that his cheeks mildly flare up. She has him on his knees— literally and metaphorically— and he feels as he did all those centuries back when he was a stupid hormonal nineteen-year-old who had just gotten married, shagging without pause to point where he constantly felt raw. It’s ridiculous and he’d be disgusted with himself if it didn’t feel so fucking good.

He’d forgotten how incredible sex could be with a genuine connection. All those decades of meaningless warm bodies and bed surfing had numbed him more than he’d ever want to admit; Y/N brought it all rushing back and he hasn’t felt this alive— truly alive— in too long.

[lumosandnoxwriting]

hello mads! congratulations on getting 2k followers u absolutely deserve it *mwuah* 🧚🏻 Can I get a ✨ for George Weasley where he is obssessed with reader’s singing voice? like he would always ask her to lull him to sleep and it just makes his mood better. ++ a lil smut where he just gets so h*rny and wants to make her moan with that voice pls hehe thank you so much mads!! congratulations againnn.

hi!! thank you so much darling!! 

NSFWish - George loves his gf’s singing voice

“will you sing to me? just a little bit y/n please,” George begs, tightening his grip on your waist.

they’re laying in George’s bed, the only light in the room coming from the moon streaming in through the window. 

y/n is laying flat on her back with George on top of her, his arms around her waist and his head laying on her chest. their legs are intertwined, and one of her hands is slowly brushing through his hair

she rolls her eyes at George’s request, leaning down to awkwardly kiss him on the top of his head. 

“again? that’s the third night this week, you that soft for me?” y/n teases, but she starts to sing softly anyway

usually y/n doesn’t like to sing in front of people, but she can’t deny George anything, especially since her singing always turns him into a pile of mush

George feels all the tension in his body flow out as y/n starts to sing some muggle song.

ever since he heard her singing in the shower a few months ago when he came back up into the flat to grab something he forgot, he’s constantly asking her to sing to him

George found himself entranced by her voice as it flowed out from behind the bathroom door, and he just stopped there outside the door, listening to every word that came out of her mouth

he loves her voice when she’s just talking to him, but hearing the melodic tones as she sang went right to his heart, and he forgot why he’d even come back upstairs in the first place

now his favorite way to fall asleep is with his head pressed against y/n’s chest as she sings to him softly. one of his ears full with her melodic voice while the other is focused on her heart beat

as she signs George leans his head up, pressing open mouthed kisses to the warm skin of her neck

George had planned on going to sleep, but listening to y/n’s lips form around the words she’s singing has gone right to his cock, and now all he can think about is different noises coming from those sweet lips. 

he starts to slowly roll his hips against her, letting his hardening cock drag against her as he starts to bite and nip at the base of her throat

the word of the song y/n is singing drops off into a moan as George starts to suck at her neck, and she gives his hair a light tug

“thought you wanted me to sing you to sleep?” she asks breathily as George’s hand starts to trail up her side under her shirt

“would much rather you do other things with your mouth now,” he responds quietly as his thumb brushes one of y/n’s nipples, the sound y/n makes going straight to his cock

“so demanding. you’re lucky I love you, Georgie.”

George chuckles and y/n pull their mouths together, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip just to hear the low groan that comes from her throat.

“love you too, y/n. and all the pretty noises you make.”