ayo my name is grayson and i’m 17, genderfluid, she/her or they/them pronouns (don’t really mind which). i’m welsh, and i really love fall out boy, taylor swift, ed sheeran and lorde. in these pictures, i show the difference one item of clothing can make.


Hello! My name is Luz and this is my second TST. I’m FTM and pansexual. My interests include horseback riding, animals in general, poetry, and vaporwave music because I’m hipster trash. My favorite show is Steven Universe, and I play a mean ukulele. Visit me on my blog, Tothedevil. See ya nuggets.

Frustration To Lust - Newt Smut

DISCLAIMER: This imagine contains very graphic and sexual language, if you are uncomfortable with this, I kindly ask that you do not read any further.

Newt groaned in anger, running his hand through his hair whilst letting out a frustrated sigh. He had been trying to do who-knows-what for the past hour, and you could tell he was getting very upset.

“Newt,” You sighed, “Just give it a break, you need to calm down for a second.” You said.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he resumed back to his work, desperately trying to remain as calm as possible. A sudden idea popped into your head; you knew exactly how to get Newt’s mind off of things. Slowly, you arose from your seated position, and walked up to Newt. His back was already facing you, so you stood on your tippy-toes and leaned your head on his shoulder.

Snaking your arms around Newts’ waist, you felt him breath a sigh of exhaustion, finally beginning to pay attention to you. You began to place small kisses to his neck, sucking and nibbling lightly on different areas. Newt let out a little moan, clearly taken by your actions. You smiled to yourself, knowing that you had already succeeded in winning Newt over.

Your hands began to roam down from Newts’ waist, gliding over his lower region, lightly teasing him as you slid your hands over where he wanted them most. You could hear Newt’s breathing increase at the small action, and he threw his head back slightly, feeling the lust and desire already begin to grow inside of him.

You detached your hands from Newt’s crotch, and slowly began running them back up his chest. He surprised you as he moved his hands to grab yours, clasping them tightly as he moved them back down.

You giggled, knowing what you were doing to him. He let your hands go as soon as they reattached to his area, small moans escaping his mouth as you ran your fingers over his crotch, rubbing him through his pants.

Feeling a powerful surge of confidence flood through you, you removed your hands from Newt completely, and backed away. You knew this was driving him crazy, and you anticipated to see how he reacted as you began to walk off. Newt turned around quickly, grabbing you by your waist and quickly pushing you up against the nearest wall.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Newt asked through clenched teeth, lust enveloping his eyes. You smiled, and tried pushing him off of you with your hands. He didn’t budge. Instead, he grabbed your hands, and pinned them above your head with a strong force.

“Answer me.” He demanded.

You smirked, knowing exactly what you were doing to him. “Nothing, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said in the most innocent voice you could muster, fluttering your eyes at him.

“Are you asking to be punished, Y/N?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

“No.” You shook your head, desperately trying hard to hold back a smile.

“And are you going to be a good girl for me, baby?” He asked, his voice growing quiet as his eyes stared into yours. You nodded in confirmation.

“Say it.” He demanded, pure intensity laced within each word.

“I’ll be a good girl for you, Newt.” You said, earning a satisfied smirk from him.

“That’s what I thought.” He whispered, his lips attacking your neck harshly. You gasped at the contact, your hands still pinned above your head as he intensely kissed your neck. His movements were fast; hungry. He detached his lips from your neck, and moved his hands to your shirt, pulling it over your head then returning back to kissing your neck.

His lips began to move downwards, leaving a trail of wet kisses from your collarbone to your chest. He took your breasts in his hands, fondling them with his large hands. You sucked in a deep breath, feeling the intensity of his touch radiate throughout your body. Newt came back up to kiss you, his lips soft against yours as you worked in a rhythmic pattern.

He detached his lips from yours for a brief moment, taking off his shirt, and reattaching them once again. His tongue slid along the bottom of your lip, to which you opened your mouth up further, allowing full-on contact between the two of you.

Newt suddenly broke away from the kiss, the only audible sounds now being the panting of each other’s breath. Newt rested his forehead against yours, smiling.

“On your knees.” He demanded. It was so sudden, you were unsure how to respond. When you didn’t move, Newt’s eyes shifted, and he pushed you by your shoulders, forcing you to your knees. “Take them off.” He said, mentioning towards his pants, dominance was laced within each word.

You slowly moved your hands to his belt, unbuckling it at an extremely teasingly pace. He seemed to dislike the action, as he gripped both your hands tightly with just one of his.

“What did I say, Y/N? Are you asking to be punished?” He spoke through clenched teeth. You shook your head, but he didn’t seem convinced. “Do one more thing like that, and you will be punished.” He gripped his fingers in-between your hair forcefully. “Now, get back to what you were going.” Without hesitation, you fully unbuckled his belt, and slid his pants down. They pooled around his ankles, to where he kicked them off. Throughout the thin material of his boxers, it was already evident that he was hard.

“Them too.” He smirked, motioning for you to pull down his boxers. His hand was still forcefully gripped in your hair. You moved your hands to either side of his boxers, pulling them down in one motion, to where he kicked them off too. Newt now stood completely naked in front of you, his erect member begging to be touched.

“Suck it.” He spoke, a tone of harshness, yet complete arousal spoken within each word. You complied, kissing the tip of of his member, before taking him completely into your mouth. 

Newt groaned at the contact, feeling waves of pleasure course throughout his body. You looked up at him, his head was thrown back in pure ecstasy. Newt’s grip on your hair tightened, and he began moving your head back and forth at a rather fast pace.

Moans and whimpers escaped his mouth, all the while you focused purely on pleasing him. You could see that he was getting close, the pleasure already beginning to completely envelop him. He suddenly pulled back on your hair, making you detach from his member. 

Newt pulled you up to meet him at a reasonable height, pulling you in by your face and kissing you passionately. His hands retracted from your face, and placed themselves onto your legs, pulling your pants down fully, followed by your underwear. 

Newt took his lips off of yours, taking a grateful few seconds to admire you. He smiled to himself, feeling beyond lucky to be here with you.

"Goddamn," He muttered, placing his hands to your hips as his eyes met yours. "I love you so bloody much, Y/N." He said, his forehead resting against yours. "And now, I’m going to fuck you, hard." He said, allowing you no time to respond as he turned you around and bent you over against a nearby table.

You giggled, purely due to the fact that you loved Newt so much. You loved it how he could go from completely adorable, to completely fuck-able in just a matter of seconds. 

You rested the side of your face against the cool table, feeling Newt’s fingers lightly trace along the inside of your thighs. You shivered at the contact, realising how much you had missed time like this with Newt.  He bent down, placing a kiss to your lower back, before resuming to his previous position and slowly sliding himself inside of you.

You both gasped at the sudden contact, finally feeling content with one-another. Newt’s thrusts started off slow, allowing you to adjust to his size. 

"Fuck," He moaned under his breath; you were left wordless.

His pace began to quicken, each thrust sending you slightly closer to your finish. You grew a rhythm together, bouncing back on him as he thrusted forward, allowing as much pleasure as possible.

Small profanities escaped both yours and Newts’ mouth, feeling the pure ecstasy completely envelop your senses. A familiar knot in your stomach began to form, and you knew you were getting close.

"O-oh, Newt, I’m close," You said in-between breaths.

"Me too, baby, ugh," Newt replied, moving his hand in between your legs so that he was now rubbing your clit; increasing the pleasure immensely.

"Oh, God," You groaned, feeling the pleasure invade all your senses.

"Cum for me baby," Newt moaned, bending down so that his mouth was now near your ear. His pace quickened, "Do it, cum for me." He instructed, to which you happily complied. You felt your body begin to shake as the pleasure fully overtook your senses. Waves of ecstasy coursed throughout your veins, leaving your body a shaking mess. 

Newt released himself only a mere few seconds after you, his groans and profanities consuming the room. Completely exhausted, he lightly laid himself onto your back, taking a moment to catch his breath.

"Goddamn," Newt chuckled, still panting. He slowly pulled himself out of you, and you turned around, smiling to him. Pulling you in, he closed his arms around you, feeling the warmth of your body consume each other.

"I love you, Y/N," He kissed your forehead, his voice lulling. 

"I love you more, Newt." You smiled, standing on your tippy-toes and placing a sweet kiss to his cheek.

You stood together, taking a moment to appreciate your embrace.

"Not possible." He whispered, placing one, final kiss to your lips.

anonymous asked:

(This is going to sound gross) I really appreciate all the black people (well poc in general) who submit to tst. My parents aren't supportive at all and it's nice to see that not just white kids get to transition. I'm sorry if this sounds mean.

Haruka says:

if you’re a poc yourself, this message is cool! as a trans kid of color myself we hardly ever get representation and I’m glad that you’ve found some in TST.