soooo what are you looking for in a guy?
kind. sweet. approximately 6'2". ginger. messy hair. wears bow ties and a blue coat. no one can ever figure out THE FUCK his eye color is. has to have solid cheek bones just saying. also jawline. freckles are a thing. wizard. Hufflepuff™. author. magizoologist. is actually Newt Scamander.
I haven’t posted in like forever but since it’s Christmas, I’ve decided to finish all my requests and will open requests again when I’m done doing so.
Also Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them was awesome 💚 I loved it and cried so much when I watched it.
Can you do a one shot where Draco places his head in your lap? Kinda like when he did that with pansy but you know, cuter -Anonymous
“Leave me alone, Parkinson” Draco sighed, quickening his pace
to get away from the dark haired girl. She had been acting extremely clingy
today and seeing as Draco was already having such a stressful day, he couldn’t
handle the way the pug faced slytherin’s obsession with him was an all-time
high at the moment. Pansy was like an animal during mating season every once a
month. There are times when her love for him was at a minimal and there are
times (like now) where her hormones blast like fireworks waiting to burst.
“But Drakey….” Pansy whined, trying to make her face puppy
dog like but ended up making Draco visibly disgusted “You promised to help me
with Potions! We can watch the sunset too once we’re finished” Her hands had
created a death grip on his bicep, disabling the boy from getting away. Draco
mentally cursed at how he couldn’t just push her away. He was a Malfoy, he
still had a reputation to keep.
“I don’t recall that” He squinted at her. The day couldn’t
have gone worse for him. He had gotten detention from McGonagall because of his
little banter with the Golden Trio during their Divination class and the fact
that he had a tiring quidditch practice this morning. He looked up and prayed
to any god there was up there to help him.
And just like that.
“Draco!” He turned
his head to find his favorite pair of (E/C) eyes and (H/C) hair. You stood
behind the awkward duo, holding back a laugh. You and Draco had been best
friends since you were children. You fathers worked together in the ministry
and were delighted you were both sorted in the same house.
“(Y/N)” He breathed, happily. Relief flowed through him as he
stared at the smiling girl in front of him. You tried your best to hold back
your laughter due to his obvious discomfort. Parkinson on the other hand looked
at you with uttermost hatred. During the sorting in your first year, you were
nervous as to where the hat would place you. Draco knew of your uneasiness and
held your hand the whole time until your name was called. From then on, she
swore to make your life at Hogwarts hell. That plan never went accordingly
since you never visibly shown you were affected.
“I’ve been looking for you all over the damn place” You
smiled, sweetly as Pansy scoffed not caring if Draco heard her. Your smile
disappeared, feigning a hurt expression. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten…” The
blonde gave you a baffled look.
“It’s Sit under a tree with your Best Friend Day!” You
hollered, raising your arms for extra emphasis.
“That’s not a thing” Parkinson exclaimed, exasperated.
Draco slowly understood what you were trying to do and
decided to play along.
“Oh yes. Of course I haven’t, love.” He grinned, scratching
the nape of his neck. He looked down at the clinging girl next to him before he
spoke “Sorry, Parkinson. It seems my schedule’s booked. Maybe on the 30th
of February?” Pansy smiled, squealing in joy as she hugged Draco one last time.
“You promise?” She batted her eyelashes making you gag.
“Yeah, I promise” Draco said, sliding his hand from her grip
and wrapping an arm around you. You giggled realizing how dim witted Parkinson
was. Well, they say love makes you blind but you didn’t recall that it also
disintegrated your intelligence. Pansy
stuck her tongue out at you as if to say ‘I
won’. You shook your head and giggled under your breath.
You made many happy memories in Hogwarts with Draco. Your
first casting of a patronus, first duel and even your first skinny dip –that’s
a story for another time. You’ve done everything together well except snog of
course. Friends don’t do that. You
sat down on your favorite tree to sit on. It had the perfect view of the castle
and had the perfect shade to protect you from the sun’s rays. Draco sat next to
you, sighing contently as he lent his head back against the tree. You looked at
him with concern as he noticed how tired he looked. You knew he wouldn’t admit
it but he does get tired of acting this way from time to time. It wasn’t easy
having his kind of title; The Slytherin Prince.
“You should rest, Draco…” You insisted, gently nudging his
shoulder with yours. He opened his eyes to look at you, his signature smirk
evident as he noticed the concern in them. “You could my lap as a pillow” You
suggested, smirking as well “It’ll calm you”
“I’m not a child (Y/N)” He scoffed, noticing your teasing
“I never noticed” You whispered, giggling after “Please?”
He could never resist you. No matter how hard he tried, he
just couldn’t. You had a way of controlling the him that had no need for
dominance or violence; physical or verbal. He’s always seen you as more than a
friend and if you were someone else, he would have asked you to be his from the
start but you were you. He was afraid of you. Afraid of what you truly feel and
how much it would affect him. The girl with (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. There
are numerous girls with these colors but only you can bring out true beauty.
God, he hated himself for sounding like a girl.
He shuffled rather messily to get into the right position.
You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he looked so happy to be able to rest
his head on your lap. He enjoyed it, especially at the way you caress his
blonde locks between your fingers. You
knew again that this was something he wouldn’t admit to anyone –well except
“I told you it’ll calm you….Drakey…” You teased, looking down
at him to see he was cringing at the name. You laughed, continuing your hand
movements on his hair. “Don’t ever call me that” He groaned, placing an arm
over his eyes.
“You should tell her the way you feel, Draco. Who knows what
she’ll do next” You spoke in a joking manner but he knew it was laced with
concern. He knew of what Parkinson tries to do to you when he wasn’t around but
you’ve assured him countess of times that you payed no attention to the
“You think she’ll try to get me to marry her?” He joked,
trying to make you smile again. It mildly worked as he saw you had given him a
half-smile. You looked up at the sky above you as it started to turn
yellow-orange. The sunset in Hogwarts was always so beautiful to look at. The
blonde removed his arm to stare at you. As cliché as it sounds, he thought you
were more beautiful than the sun, moon and stars.
“(Y/N)” You tore your gaze away from the sky to see a better
view of blue. His eyes were an ocean that you drowned in countless of times. He
sat up, surprising you as he held the back of your neck with his hand. Your
heart was beating rapidly unsure if he was going to do what you thought he was.
He leaned in, capturing your lips in his. For once in his life, he actually
felt something when he kissed a girl.
“You’re more radiant than whatever the sunset could bring” He
said once he pulled away. You returned to your original position; His head on
our lap whilst you relaxed against the tree, fingers wrapped around his soft
I just got done watching Beauty and the Beast, the new remake, with @icarus-will-rise and… wow… I think there were times I cut off the circulation in his hand I loved it so much
Let’s start at the beginning, shall we?
As usual, spoilers. This will be tagged as such tho.
• THE. CHOREOGRAPHY. AT. THE. BEGINNING. As a dancer, this was what made me instantly love the movie, like IT’S HISTORICALLY ACCURATE AND BEAUTIFUL AND??? WHY??? I LOVE IT SO MUCH
• C O S T U M I N G. I especially loved at the end that some of the servants still had face paint on their faces, like “oh yeah, that’s still there, it’s not like they’ve magically had their human faces cleaned while they’re not human or anything”
• speaking of the end, “Turn back into a clock. TURN BACK INTO A CLOCK.”
• and when the piano turned back he had no teeth? I approve
• also speaking of the end, HOT DAMN, Dan Stevens’ growl when Emma Watson asks him to grow a beard… like… damn… even @icarus-will-rise agrees that was hawt
• THE TRANSITIONS FROM THE HUMANIZED OBJECTS INTO NORMAL OBJECTS MADE ME CRY. Cogsworth not being able to talk, Mrs. Potts’ face disappearing, Chip’s dish shattering (I GOT SO SCARED), Lumiere and Plumette, the dog with his legs up, just, AH
• Okay, unpopular opinion here, I didn’t love the songs all THAT much. The originals are better. Emma and Dan definitely did a great job recreating the songs and all, but I think we can all agree the original “Beauty and the Beast” by Angela Lansbury smashes the new one to pieces, right?
• However, on that note, the new songs were pretty good and fit right into the soundtrack in everything from background music to lyrics. Evermore was good, but the one in the movie was def better than the credits one, I mean, come ON, guys.
• Okay, back to the movie–
• L E F O U.
• Props to the casting director for ALL of his/her choices (Emma Watson could not have made a better Belle if she spent DECADES preparing for this role), but OH MY GOD JOSH GAD AS LEFOU.
• I don’t know WHO saw Olaf in Frozen and went, “This snowman would make a great gay sidekick for Gaston”, but whoever did, I love them.
• Speaking of LeFou, he went through some GREAT character development. From being completely obsessed with Gaston at the beginning (telling the Bimbettes they didn’t have a chance, talking to an imaginary Gaston in the mirror, calming Gaston down with thoughts of the war <which was HILARIOUS btw>, winking during “Gaston”) to actually having a backbone after they tie Maurice up in the woods (you can see him begin to shift his alignment, and lose his love for Gaston, there) to finally being like “yeah, screw this, Gaston wouldn’t save me from a falling talking piano with key teeth missiles, I'mma help the talking teapot spraying my fellow villagers instead”. I LOVED LeFou.
• You know who else loved LeFou? THE DRAG QUEEN. I know he’s either Tom, Dick, or Stanley, and @icarus-will-rise and I think it would be pretty ironic if he was Dick. I’ll have to check when it comes out on DVD since I wasn’t really paying attention, and by GOD I loved that little hint that they ended up together during the dance at the end.
• Anyway, back to the plot
• Those wolves were TERRIFYING
• Also, I don’t know about you guys, but instantly when I saw the beggar lady I was like “she’s gonna be important”. It was when she rescued Maurice I knew she was the enchantress in disguise, don’t ask me how, I just knew. They wouldn’t put a character in there randomly unless she was essential to the storyline, so I guess that’s why I guessed that.
• …did I mention LeFou was by far my favorite?
• But Emma Watson came in as a close second. By GOD, she was a great Belle. Her reaction to that library was tbh exactly how I would’ve reacted.
• Like I said, casting was spot-on amazing.
• You could FEEL the angst radiating off of Beast.
• Maurice was great, not as kooky as the original but I like him better as a sad artist.
• ^By the way, Belle’s parents’ backstory had me in tears. The plague representation was so accurate and answered SO many questions of mine.
• Also, Gaston was really good
• He actually tried to woo Belle a little instead of being like “I’m so great, you should totally marry me just for my looks and charm and hunting skills and my luxurious hair”
• He gave her flowers, sorta kinda pretended to be interested in her books, and seemed genuinely interested in saving her when the townsfolk were being mean so at the beginning I was sorta like “gee, why’s Belle being so rude and shit”, which was the only reason I didn’t like the change in Gaston’s behavior
• Then he started being a dick to her dad and I was like “whoops never mind”
• Umm,,, the fight against the villagers was really great?? Mrs. Potts seeing her husband (who was the citizen with the most sense, let’s be honest here) and falling from the chandelier, the boiling tea, THE DRAG QUEENS, Chip being a badass smol, Lumiere’s fireworks display, Plumette dusting people’s faces and the piano being heroic by trying to cover the door? It was A+
• Also “GRANDMOTHER?!?!?1?????!!??!!”
• Le Fou… the gay is strong with this one…
• Basically, I loved Beauty and the Beast’s live action remake, 10/10 would watch again.
• My only problem is her dress, really. My only GIANT problem, that is.
• They didn’t include the dog in “Beauty and the Beast” (the song), but fine, I’ll forgive that
• My major problem is that dress
• Okay, fine, it’s got the appliqués, but WHERE IS THE NECKLINE
• WHERE ARE THE CORRECT RUFFLES NOT THIS RUFFLE SHIT YOU GIVE US DISNEY
• We demand the truth
• (Side note: what is it with Emma Watson’s dresses being inaccurate in movies because this is now the second one???)
A hand that was definitively not LeFou’s grabbed his arm, and he tried to pull away.
“Where is LeFou?”
“Lie down, or you’ll hurt yourself,” someone said, and his bleary vision focused enough to recognize the dim outline of Stanley, his normally coiffed hair unkempt and his clothes dirty.
“Please… is he alright? Where is he, why can’t I see him?”
“Gaston, calm down,” Stanley ordered. “You’ll see him later, I promise. Right now, you need to lie still and wait for the doctor to come see you.”
“He doesn’t remember you,” the other man hissed, struggling to keep him in bed.
“What?” Gaston said, his tongue slipping over the word. “What do you mean? Was he injured?”
Is he dead?
“He’s… um, he bargained for your life - with Agathe, the sorceress.”
“No,” Stanley assured him. “LeFou made sure you didn’t. You were… dying - you fell off the roof of the castle, and when we found you, you were covered with rubble… and, well, he found Agathe and asked her to curse him in exchange for your life.”
Gaston blinked. There was a terrible feeling in his gut - as if he had been stabbed hundreds of times over with the same jagged, rusted knife. “And she agreed?”
“Has he forgotten everything?” he asked with bated breath.
Stanley shook his head and said, “No.”
Then, a moment later: “Just you.”
He felt like he was drowning: sinking below the surface of some grim, ghastly lake with stones tied to his feet, gasping for air and swallowing nothing but water, choking as seaweed wound itself around his throat…
“May I see him?” he asked.
“I don’t think that’s -”
There was a knock at the door, and Stanley sighed, let go of Gaston’s arm, and got up to open it. While he was gone, Gaston looked around and wondered where he was. He wasn’t familiar with the room they were in, although it clearly wasn’t in Villeneuve. Eventually, the ornate, golden fixtures dotted around the chamber and the bookshelf lining the far wall told him that he was in the beast’s castle, although he wasn’t sure why. Shouldn’t he have been kicked out ages ago for what he had done?
“Let me see him! He’s hurt, and I want to help,” said a voice that made Gaston’s heart nearly burst out of his chest.
“That’s not a good idea, LeFou,” Stanley protested. “Just let the doctor see to him.”
“I’m a healer!” LeFou retorted, pushing past Stanley, entering the room, and crossing to the four-poster Gaston was sitting on. “Hello, what’s your name?” he asked him, taking his wrist in his hand and checking his pulse.
“This is Gaston,” Stanley answered for him, hovering anxiously behind LeFou. “He fell from the parapets during the battle.”
“Interesting name,” LeFou remarked, giving him the kind of smile that one gives a friendly-looking stranger. “Do you mind if I unbutton your shirt?”
He shook his head slowly, unable to speak.
“Is he mute?” LeFou asked Stanley as he quickly opened Gaston’s shirt and pressed his hands against his abdomen. “Trauma can do that to people, you know.”
“I… er, I’m not sure,” Stanley mumbled. “I think he’s just shy around new people.”
“Oh, well, my name’s LeFou,” LeFou said, his fingers warm against Gaston’s rib cage. “I was a medic in the war under Captain… what was his name, Stanley?”
“I can’t recall,” Stanley muttered, making direct eye contact with Gaston.
“Me, neither. It was a while ago, though, wasn’t it? Did you fight in the war, Gaston?”
He nearly choked, but managed to nod.
“I’m sure you were very brave,” LeFou beamed. “Alright, well, no broken ribs or bones, as far as I can tell - just bruises. You’re very, very lucky. If you have any trouble breathing, come find me or Doctor Éduoard.”
He patted Gaston’s hand, said goodbye to Stanley, and left the room without looking back.
Gaston fell back against the pillows and covered his face with his hands, trying and failing not to sob over the loss of his lifelong companion.
“Hello Yuuri! Starting today I’m your new prisoner!”
I couldn’t resist drawing @minutia-r‘s proposed Beauty and the Beast AU. At first I was like “no, I don’t know how I’d draw Yuuri as the Beast” and then late last night my brain went “yeah but the Beast would sure look cute with Yuuri’s glasses…” and here we are.
(Newt Scamander x Reader) Back Massages [SMUT Alternate Route]
Title : Back Massages
Request : Yes? Maybe?
Smut : Yes
Word count : 3,646 (bear with me lmao)
Warnings : heavy make out sessions, sex, handjob, attempts of strip dancing
A/N : As promised, the alternate route, with smut :)) I hope you enjoy it as much as the first, if there are grammatical, vocab, or other sorts of mistake, please point it out so I can fix. Building critiques and messages are highly appreciated, please tell me what you think and what should I write next? Anyways, enjoy!
“Newt, get off, this is important!” I said,
pushing him off my laptop.
“But this is fascinating! This device doesn’t have any magic on it but it
can project images of the beasts! What are they called?”
“Well.. this is Geographic Information System. It can project images from
far away from the satellite so you can study thr object without being close to
“Is it because muggles can’t use magic?”
“Yes Newt, we can’t use magic to teleport ourselves,” you said as you
watch him amused, as his eyes fixed on the screen.
Tomorrow is the fourth day of
your final exam, it’s 11PM, and you’ve been
studying until Newt decided to pay you a visit. He was going to tell you about
some new beast he discovered but the subject was long abandoned when you
accidentally opened a site where it shows live stream of wild animals.
He said he had never seen those “beasts” before and he wanted yo
study it. The “beasts” he refers to are actually Australian Golden Kangaroo
from Papua. “Why have I not seen them before? They are ordinary animals, are they?
But they look so unique! Unlike any other animal back in England!” he
You chuckle as you see him still examining the creature in awe, his cute
features getting ahead of you.
See, you’ve met Newt a year ago, when you stumbled into him in a Sumatran
forest, travelling by yourself with the purpose of photographing wild animals.
You were taking a picture of a Sumatran
tiger on a tree when he appeared out of nowhere and decided to approach
You screamed at him to run. He didn’t.
On instinct, you jumped off the tree and ran to him. But to your surprise, the
tiger was curled up against him as he scratched its ears.
Anyway. Back to the moment.
“[Name]? Are you alright? You seem to be in a daze there,” he asked.
“I’m fine, I was just remembering something,” you smiled, assuring
him you’re okay.
“Humm alright then. By the way, did you say this was
“Yup. It’s a part of my final exam,”
“Merlin’s beard! I’m so, so sorry. I got carried away… I’ll leave you to
it, [Name], I am terribly sorry,”
His face shifted to guilt and he takes out his wand, ready to teleport out of
“Newt wait! It’s okay!”
“You’re not bothering me, it’s okay. In fact, perhaps you can help me with
some of them?”
“Does the subject you are studying also includes a study on beasts?”
he asked, delighted with curiosity.
“Umm.. Yeah! I’ll take out my book. Hold on.”
You lied. The subject you are studying does not
include a study on beasts. It’s Geography. A study on earth.
You take out one of those animals encyclopedia you keep for yourself and hand
it to him.
“Interesting,” he said.
He opens the book and you can see a smile begin to form on his face.
“[Name]! This is just like my book! They are describing beasts of the
muggle world!” “Yup, do you want
to borrow it? I still have lots of them,” you replied, holding back an urge
to pinch those rosy cheeks. “May I? Oh, yes please! I’d love to
study new beasts of the muggle world!”
Without realizing it, you ruffle his fluffy hair, and he looks up at you,
surprised. And as soon as those green orbs meet yours, you pull back your hand.
“Oh my God, Newt, I’m so sorry. It was so rude, I didnt kno-”
“[Name],” he cuts you.
He then stands up, towering over you, and takes one step towards you. Your smaller figure backs up and you stumbled and sit
on your chair as his eyes never leaves yours.
‘What the fuck is this, Slytherin Newt?!’ you screamed in your mind.
Newt rarely looks at you in the eye unless it’s something important or something
he’s passionate about. With blood pumping in your veins, you
can feel your face getting redder and redder like a tomato.
He suddenly kneels in front of you and say,
“If you want to ruffle it, it’s fine! Some beasts consider it very soft,
so I understand!”
Aaaand back to Hufflepuff Newt. What did you expect? Him to kiss you??
The last thing he kisses will be Douglas. Not
you. You bet on the stars his love for his beasts is bigger
than anything else.
“Ah, okay Newt, thanks,” you sighed, a bit disappointed but still
take on his offer.
Your hand goes back to his head, ruffling and petting the light brown hair. And man, it is soft. No wonder even those
beasts of his are fond on his head. ‘I bet I can do things
with it too,’ you said in your mind.
You decided to test the water and tug on his hair a little bit.
He freezes. But you keep petting, with a little pull and tug in between, not
realizing his reaction.
You tangle your fingers between the
hair, again, tugging harder. This is like a little game to you, pulling here
and there, making sure you don’t leave any hair unpulled/untugged.
Then, you hear it.
“Ah… [Name]…” moaned Newt.
You immediately pull your hand to your chest,
not expecting that kind of reaction or that kind of sound from him.
Newt has never been the typical person that
depicts pure, untainted, kindness. And the moan that he just did, was not pure
Well, it is pure…
He looks up to you, face flushed pink, with
beads of sweat on his forehead. As he covers his face with his hand, he
“P-Please don’t do that… I… I am
extremely sensitive to hair pulling… Especially when it’s done by an opposite
He looks so adorable right now that you can just
pounce on him like a cat on heat. But you wouldn’t do that.
Or would you?
“Oh, I’m so sorry Newt… I thought it
might be nice, you know, like, my mom used to do that to me, gently pulling the
roots, as a form of
“Ah, yes, I’ve heard of it…”
The atmosphere in the room feels like it’s
sucking you in. You can even smell the awkwardness in the room.
He just stated that hair pulling turns him on,
and it’s only you and him in your room.
You decided to ignore the situation you are in,
and continue your study. “Newt, um… I’ll continue studying, and… if
you’d like, you can read my books there,” you said.
“Oh, alright, thank you [Name].”
You try to focus on your study, trying to get your eyes and mind fixed on the screen
and the book in front of you, but all you can think of was the moan he made.
It’s like a broken record, playing itself over and over in your head.
Out of the
corner of your eye, you can see Newt reading your books, his eyes following
every sentence and scanning each animal on the pages. He really is a passionate
man about animals and beasts. And that’s what you love about him.
screeching sound suddenly emanates from your laptop, and you lower the volume. Apparently,
the Geographic Information System has caught sightings of a mating dance of a
male bowerbird courting the female one. You sigh at the coincidence and lower
the laptop screen.
screeching continues, Newt recognizes the sound and snaps his head towards the
laptop’s screen and then scrambles on his feet towards you. He carefully open
the “muggle device” and look at the bird with fascination.
“What sort of
bird is this? Those vibrant colors surely are mesmerizing!”
“Um, it’s a
bowerbird, a native bird of the Papua New Guinea, considered rare and
endangered. Why, do you like it?”
“Yes, yes, very
much so! I actually learned how to perform the Erumpent’s mating dance from
various beasts, such as this bird! But only little parts of it,” he smiled brightly.
“Oh? How about
human mating dance?” you tease him.
He glances at
you for a moment before casting his eyes down, then up, and say, “I- I can show
you if you want…?”
Your eyes widen
and you swallow your spit.
What you have
expected as a human mating call was apparently strip dancing. He said that a
girl he met couple months ago in some bar in England taught him how to do that.
The thought made you boil with jealousy, but it subsides as he adds that the
girl slapped him in the face for not being ‘turned on’.
figured I had a light bulb with me, or something to turn on. Isn’t it [Name]?”
heavens for this man’s innocence.
probably,” you laugh.
stops when he takes off his coat, leaving him in his white shirt and brown vest
which shapes his body nicely. You drink the sight before you. He then ruffles
his hair, making it slightly messy, but not decreasing his appeal.
before I start… I warn you that this might not be as good as my beasts’ mating
dance… Since an opposite sex showed me theirs and I don’t know how to do the
male ones, and–“
“Newt,” you cut
“You’ll do fine,
just start already!”
He snaps his
finger and Earned It by The Weekend starts playing out of nowhere. The lighting
in your room is also reduced to a pink, soft glow.
“Didn’t know you
like this kind of music, Newt,” you say.
He puts a finger
on your lip, which indicates you to be quiet. You lick your lips at his actions.
This is not the Newt you know at all.
Newt starts his
‘mating dance’ with unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt, exposing
his toned chest. His right hand very slowly travels to his neck, while the
other, down to his stomach, then his crotch. He then moves his body, following
every beat without missing any of it. Once in a while taking a step, making his
way towards you.
You glance at
his crotch, face bright red when you see his manhood rising slowly beneath the
tight fabric. His hands never stop moving, from the neck, to his hair, then to
his face. All he does while his eyes are fixed on you.
You can feel the
burn under his gaze, slowly melting away on your wheelie chair. He then turns
around, so his back and his ass are facing you. Again, he unbuttons his vest,
all the way down, and taking it off. He throws the vest to his right, then with
an agonizing pace, he hugs himself and then squat on the floor.
‘Holy fuck, holy
fuck,’ you thought, never expecting this to happen. Both of your palms are sweaty,
and you can feel sweat trickling down your back.
He then turns
towards you, still on the floor, then crawls on all four to you.
Once he reaches
you, he touches your knee and you tense up at his touch. His burning touch. He
smiles and mouths, ‘Relax.’
You close your
eyes, too embarrassed to see him, and imagine something else.
But before you
know it, he then sits on your lap with a bounce.
escapes your mouth at the contact. His eyes show a glint of worry, afraid if he
is too heavy for your smaller figure. But you just nod for him to continue.
He takes both of
your hand in his, guiding them to his shirt, which clung to his shoulder.
undress me,” he says.
The music fades
from your ear and is replaced by the hammering drums of your heartbeat.
Shakily, your hands slide his shirt off his shoulder, exposing the cool skin to
your skin, brushing against them eventually.
You look down
your lap – his thighs – in the whole process, unable to face him in your position.
He is your best friend, well, crush, and what will happen after this is over?
For him, it might be the same, but you. You can never look at him the same way
When the shirt
reaches his wrists, you help Newt to take it off him. His breath softens as he
leans down to your ear. He then whispers, “I-I’m sorry for this [Name],” before
kissing you on the lips. He seems hesitant at first, afraid of your response of
his actions. But when you kiss him back, he slowly loses control.
instinctively goes to his face, cupping him, and deepening the kiss. He does
the same, still gentle with a little tenseness between the kisses.
right hand goes to his hair while the other one still cupping his cheek. You do
what you did before, but with a little more strength. And with that, he cries
out your name, and bites your neck, trying to suppress the sounds he is making.
“You like it,
don’t you Newt?”
You pull his
hair again, this time exposing his neck. Licking your lips, you kiss the skin
of his neck, looking for a spot that makes him whimper the most. You can feel
the bulge in his pants growing even more.
“Do you really
“How much do you
want me? Do you think you’re enough?”
"I want you so
much… I want all of you… But I-I’m so scared I’ll never be enough and I-I’m not
good enough, and- and I-“ he can’t seem to be able to finish his sentence
before you feel your left hand getting wet, wet from his tears.
“Oh no, Newt,
please don’t cry… I’m so sorry I asked that… It was very stupid of me”
efforts of trying to calm him down, he can’t stop the tears from flowing down.
Those emotions he has been hiding pours out of his head when you kiss him. He
never thought that someone would like him back. All those years of rejection…
Newt then feels
your hands around him, hugging him tightly. His breath hitches on his throat.
“Newt. You are
enough. You have always been and you will always be,” you say.
“Who cares what
those people say? You are Newt Scamander and you are perfect. I would never
think that you are never good enough for me because you. Are. Enough,”
“I’ve never told
anyone this before… Except maybe Queenie
who can read my mind, but I love you. I love you so much. And I would trade
anything in the world just to be yours, and you to be mine,”
The looks on his
face writes dumbfounded, by your confession. Your face is visibly red and warm,
even in the pink, soft glow. You decided to kiss his forehead, but before you
do, he lifts his face so his lips meet yours again.
“And I, you, my
As you kiss him,
you can feel his hands going up and down your sides, to your shoulder, then
your arm, feeling every inch of you.
situation reminded me of a beast…” he said.
female is the dominant one. And the male is the submissive one,”
“Are you saying
that we are like those beasts?” you ask.
“Or are you
saying that you want me to be dominant?” you add.
“May- No! No,
no. I- I want to try to be dominant… For once… Is that okay?”
“Of course Newt.
Let’s get up first, my thighs are getting sore,”
right! I’m sorry, I’m sorry,”
Newt stands up
and your thighs relax. Standing next to him, you stretch your legs then plop
down your bed. You pat the spot next to you, inviting him to your personal
He obliges and
sits next to you, the bed sinking down on his weight. You cup his cheek,
wanting another kiss. But he stops you.
You raise your
right eyebrow in confusion. “C-Can I dominate you…?”
A smile begins
to form on your face as you take off your t-shirt, leaving you in a bra and a
pair of shorts.
He lies on top
of you as his hands touch the skin on your body, feeling every part of you.
Newt’s expression shows adoration, love, curiosity, and a hint of lust. In
return, you also want to feel him. Your hands roam the bare, toned torso of
his, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin.
“This, this is
actually my first time…”
He blushes then
looks away, completely ashamed.
“Newt,” you say,
tilting his head to face you. “It’s my first time too. And… I trust you.”
“I-I trust you
He begins by trying
to unclasp your bra with both hands, and seem to have a little difficulty. You
smile and help him. In one swift motion, the bra is tossed aside, and your
nipple hardens as it hits the cold air.
You nod. His
hands gently play with your breasts, occasionally fiddling the nipple. He also
gives it an experimental lick and suck between every touch. You moan and sigh
at each touch, every one of them leaving you wanting more.
As he plays with
your breasts, your hands sneakily go down to his crotch, zipping down the fly
and pulling down his boxer, releasing his hard manhood. Your right hand wrap
itself around the shaft, while your left go his tip, which is leaking with
Your hand begin
to work its magic, the right pumping up and down, and the other rubbing the
tip, making a circling motion. He moans onto your breasts, the vibration
sending chills down your spine. This goes on for a minute until you decided to
pick up the pace.
As you pump his
cock faster, he also sucks on your nipples harder, each one of them getting the
same attention he’s giving.
Soon enough, he
comes onto your hands. You bring your hands to your face, and you lick them
clean. Newt blushes at the sight as he rests his head on top of your chest.
“I’m so lucky…”
You were about
to ask him what he meant until he position himself at your entrance. Before he
enters you though, you swiftly reach to your bedside and pull out a condom,
unwrapping it and placing it on his cock.
It tenses back
when you touch it, and you know he is ready for what’s about to come. No pun
“If this hurts…
Tell me to stop, [Name]. I don’t want to hurt you,”
He slowly slides
himself inside of you, his cock stretching you slowly, painfully. You cringe
and whimper at the burning sensation, and you cling onto his shoulder for your
dear life. He stops moving when your nails dig into his skin, worry flashes in
his green eyes.
“I’m okay Newt,
ah.. Give me some time to adjust..”
You try to move
your hip so his cock goes deeper. Newt understands, and he slowly sinks himself
fully inside of you.
As the burning
sensation subsides, you begin to feel pleasure. The feeling of being full, it
makes you go crazy. And you want more of him.
“Newt, you can
thrusting in an out of you with a slow pace, still testing the waters. He wants
to make sure that you are in your most comfortable position. With each thrust,
his moan gets louder. And with each thrust, he picks up the pace.
You don’t know
what to feel anymore. The sensation in your abdomen or the spinning in your
head. Everything happen all at once, and you can’t contain it anymore. You beg
for him to go faster, harder, and he does with every thrust.
Symphony of your
love making fills the air, both voices complementing each other. Him calling
your name, you moaning his name, him grunting and you whimpering at every
thrust. You reach your peak when he hits that spot inside of you that builds up
your release. You brace yourself on his shoulder, while kissing him before it
“I love you
[Name]… Ah… So much…”
“I love you too
He comes first into
the condom, you second after he finishes. It’s the most amazing thing to ever
happen in your life, and even now, you’re still seeing stars. Your body feels
like a jelly too. Both of your panting is the only sound you hear for a minute,
until he breaks the silence and asks,
“So… How was it?”
“Um… Am I not
supposed to ask that…?”
“You did great
Newt, I love every second of it,”
heavens, I thought you weren’t enjoying it as much as I did,”
“Trust me, I
really did. And now, thanks to you, I don’t think I can concentrate on the test
He gives you a
guilty toothy smile, and mutters a series of sorry to you.
baby, I’m sure I’ll nail that nest,”
“Are you really
percent sure. Now come here and let’s sleep. I feel very tired,”
He scoots down
next to you, pulling the cover over your and his naked body. You curl up next
to him, and he wraps his arm around you.
“That’s my line,
sweetheart. Now, let us sleep,”
Mr.Scamander,” you smile.
The last thing
you feel before falling asleep was his lips on your forehead.
Tickled Pink~Part Two-Newt Scamander x Metamorphmagus!Reader
Tickled Pink part two-
A/N- Thank you to all of you who have requested a part tow to this, and I am sorry t took me so long to finish this. This set was one of my favorites to write so far :) The colors in the story are kind of based off of what I would associate with the emotions. Please enjoy :)
Since your first meeting with Newt on the day he and the Goldstein sisters had visited your home, you had found the color pink very evident in your life. While lost in thought during the task of cleaning dishes, your hair would rapidly switch to a shade of pink as you remembered the way Newt’s hair sat messily on his head or the way his gleaming eyes sparkled like the stars. When collecting letters from Marian, your hair would switch again between not only pink, but also with a happy yellow, as you realized that another one of Newt’s letters had come through. You knew that you shouldn’t have started falling this easily, but you couldn’t help it. Newt Scamander was everything in a man you had wished for, including his passionate love for creatures. You thought that you were being completely out of your mind for thinking these things, but what you didn’t read in the letters was that Newt was just as smitten as you were, if not more.
Newt was a changed man after he left off the porch of your home. He was still kind-hearted and loyal towards his beasts and friends, but his heart had swollen larger than ever before. When he entered back into the Goldstein apartment that day, he practically stumbled over his own two feet because who was so lost in thought about you. He sank into their couch with a hand resting on his chin and a blushing grin on his face. Queenie laughed at him before coming back into the room.
“Oh it appears the Newt is a bit wrapped up in dear Y/n!” she giggled in adoration, mainly because Queenie could see the two of you fitting together perfectly, like two pieces of the same strange puzzle.
Newt sighed heavenly, he couldn’t wait to see you again.
At this moment, Newt was walking nervously back up to your door with a tiny set of flowers in hand about a week later. The flowers were partially because he wanted to bring you something for inviting him into your home, but they were also partially because he hoped that this was a way to show some of his affection without rushing around. He readjusted his bowtie with his wand in order to make a better impression on you. In the back of his mind he wanted you to be his. He wouldn’t advance too fast of course, but he did want to get to know you more over a cup of tea or perhaps a nice candlelit diner of some sort. He knew a little about you, but he wanted to know more. He wanted to know of all the little things that added up to you. You were incredibly beautiful, and you’d give any siren a prick of jealously. You were not only that, but you were sweeter than any dessert in Jacob’s bakery and more passionate than anyone he knew. He saw you as nothing short of amazing. You were unique from your hair to your eyes to your smile to your personality.
After knocking, he patiently waited for the door to swing open once more. He hoped that you had received his letter and that you knew he was here. If not, he would be even more awkward than he already felt. After what seemed like an eternity in his mind, the door opened to reveal your figure.
Newt felt awkward for staring, but he couldn’t help it. Your hair was now styled differently, as you had grown it out and curled it earlier, and your skin appeared illuminating in the sunlight. Your (eye color) eyes were enchanting pools, and your lips were tainted a faint pink like your blushing cheeks. Newt’s heart was doing unexplainable backflips as he took you in. You were marvelously mesmerizing, but he couldn’t properly form sentences at that moment. You smiled back at him, trying to push your own nervousness away so your hair wouldn’t erupt into a vibrant pink tint.
“Hello Newt, you’re a bit early,” you said playfully.
“Oh, I um, I didn’t notice I came too soon.”
“It’s alright Newt, come on in,” you giggled, allowing the delightful noise to whisk into his ears. Newt followed you inside and handed you the flowers, which you thought were lovely. Some of the pixies were already pulling a glass vase from the cupboards above you.
You already had tea preparing, as you knew Newt was coming. Newt assisted you in finishing setting up, casually keeping the conversation going as you exchanged what had been new in your lives. He had even brought out his Bowtruckle, Pickett, so that Finnic could have a new friend.
By the time the teas was ready, you both were sitting down at the table. Newt conversed about how excited he was to show you the case, and you listened with intense curiosity while stroking Phyllis the cat, on your lap.
Everything about Newt was just so fascinating. He had seen more parts of the world than anyone you knew and he had explored regions you didn’t even know existed. He was the adventurous type, but not the arrogant type to brag about all of his travels. He saw the world differently, and this was something you respected and adored.
Gentle sipping and clinking echoed between the stories and laughter until you were both finished, and now it was time to see what really thrived inside of the case. Carefully, Newt sat his case on the floor. You watched in amazement as Finnic invited himself back in your pocket. His calloused hand swept over the clasps of the case as they flipped up. A giddy smile erupted across Newt’s face, causing your hair to morph into a pastel pink.
With a gentle smile, he extended his hand towards you and led you into his world.
When you reached the bottom of the ladder, a sense of overwhelming curiosity and wonder exploded within you. You gasped at the setting, for you expected to be shocked, but this was beyond anything you had imagined. Immediately, your hair switched back to its fierce yellow shade, as it’s electrifying burst barely compared to what you felt with inside. Creatures of all shapes, forms, and colors stood before you. Each natural scene was different, some had canyons, some had hills, and some seemed like a dense forest. It stole every word from you like a thief in the night.
“D-do you like it?” asked Newt as yet another blush crept upon him. He was hoping that it wasn’t odd or too strange for you, but his worry escaped him when you threw yourself into him for a hug.
“Are you kidding, this is amazing! It’s absolutely incredible and unfathomable! I’ve never seen so many different species of creatures and plants in my entire life and what you’ve done here is just, it’s just astounding Newt!” you rambled rapidly out of pure excitement. You were like a ball of fire you were so hard to contain. Newt’s eyes proudly lit up, as he felt a sense of pride and attraction tug on his heartstrings. You were beautiful, anyone could see that, but he could literally feel you lovely joy reflecting off of you. You were like a child who had seen their first snowfall, eager and ready to explore the wonderland before them with all worries cast away. Now here you were, in his arms, like a sweet and fragile flower budding into spring, you were there.
You noticed that you had held him into a hug for quite some time, and as much as you didn’t want to let go, you retracted your arms from around his torso. You knew he was kind of slim, but you underestimated how toned he was underneath his soft blue coat, which had now been shrugged off to avoid the dirt. Flecks of pink reemerged in your hair as Newt let out a short laugh.
“Well come on love, there’s some creatures for you to meet.”
You were excited to see what else lied within the frames of the case, but now you were confused. Love? What did he mean by love? Was is just a simple nickname or was it something more? Did he feel the same? Did he like you? No, it’s silly to think such a thing, he was only saying it to be nice. Wasn’t he?
At the same time Newt was mentally scolding himself for letting that word slip. What if you thought he was a creep or some kind of man who was just looking for any girl? Was he rushing or being obvious? Was he not being obvious at all? He just wanted to make a good impression on you and ask you to be his, but he felt as if maybe his chance was slipping through his fingertips.
By the time you had sat down with the mooncalves, you had already met the rest of the Bowtruckles (Finnic did as well), the so-called thief known as the Niffler, Dougal the demiguise, and some of the Fwoopers. You were in the grassy areas with Newt and the mooncalves, silently petting and helping to feed each one. The pellets floated gracefully from your hand out to them, and Newt sighed at the sight of your majestic form. He sat back down next to you.
“Thank you for showing all of this Newt. This is insanely breathtaking.”
“You’re welcome Y/n, but thank you for not freaking out or anything.”
You laughed, “Well if anything I’m surprised you didn’t think my ‘cat-lady habits’ were weird. Most people do.”
“Nonsense, the fact that you helped save creatures is great!”
“I guess, but most people think I’m absurd or try to turn me into MACUSA because it’s ‘an abnormal habit’ or something.”
Newt frowned, clearly being able to see the slight insecurity as your hair became a faded blue. He personally thought what you were doing was incredible.
“I’m sorry for being kind of emotional about it,” you apologized, “My hair also kind of does this a lot.”
Newt wrapped you into a hug. It wasn’t like the one earlier, which was abrupt and full of excitement, but it was a soothing hug. It was one that showed you that he understood. You sank into his embrace and security.
“Y/n, you don’t have to apologize for being yourself. Besides I um…I think you’re rather lovely…actually,” he spoke, whispering the last part.
Your eyes widened. Newt thought that you were lovely?
“Of course, you’re caring and kind. You’re curiously adorable. You’re unique, beautiful, creatively charming and intelligent too…” he trailed off into a pause before continuing, “And anyone would be lucky to know you.”
You were touched by his words and you had now noticed how close you two were in reality. He was looking at you now with his crystalized eyes inches away from where you were. You could feel the heat radiating off of his cheeks, and before you knew it, you felt the sudden warmth of his lips. He expected you to pull away, but you only deepened it. With eyes closed and minds lost elsewhere, you kissed each other as if you had been waiting for years. His hands resituated along your waist as he lifted you up and pulled you closer. You now sat straddling his lap with your hands in his fluffy hair, weaving and winding it through your fingers. Each of your hearts flooded with passion and love, for you may have only know each other for a bit, but Newt felt as if he needed you in his life. He felt swept away, like a feather on the surface of the ocean waves, freely gliding off into wherever it desired. You two were so wrapped up with one another that neither of you realized that your hair was now a new color, a deep reddish magenta.
Newt left your lips breathlessly and looked down at you before stuttering, “I-I, Y/n I um, I’m sorry if that was weird I just, I really like you and think you’re extraordinary.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong Newt. I actually thought the same…about you, as you could probably tell by my hair now.” You lifted up one of your new locks.
“Y/n, I don’t want to rush things but perhaps you would maybe want to join me for dinner sometime, for an actual date? If you don’t want to you don’t have to-,”
You cut him off, “I would love to accompany you Newt.”
Still struck from the emotions of before, you grinned contently. Newt matched your smile and tenderly held your hand in his, massaging his thumb over your knuckles. You felt the same towards him as he did to you, and he was over the moon.
You could tell that Newt was special. He wasn’t like others from your past who viewed you as strange or as some sort of object. He actually cared about you and lovingly accepted you for who you were on the inside. You didn’t need your deep magenta hair to show that love was blossoming between the two of you, and Newt was just the right person to steal your heart.
• Colress has a huge part in the plot (DNA splicing, his appearance in Sun/Moon for seemingly nor reason, etc)
• More Alolan forms (“features new Pokemon”, doubtful actual new Pokemon will be featured in a sequel game, possibility of gen 2 alolan forms?)
• New Z Moves (new Z Crystal in teaser, potentially new Z Move cutscene)
• Alolan League/Pokemon Gyms along with trials or replacing trials entirely
• Red/Green making more of an appearance in story (perhaps helping maintain the league, becoming champions, etc)
• Another weird timeline jump, like in Sun/Moon to catch a second Nebby, but this time more of a plot point.
• Team Skull again but this time maybe they’re cool guys? Idk I don’t see them teaming up with the antagonists this time.
• Aether Paradise either cool and not corrupt, with Lusamine being a good mom for once, OR Aether Paradise turned into something akin to a Battle Island™
• PLEASE LET MY POKEMON FOLLOW ME NINTENDO IM BEGGING YOU (walk/run cycles found in game data for EVERY SINGLE POKEMON in sun/moon)
• More hints at Sinnoh Remakes
• More super cute clothes and hairstyles; maybe more unique hair colors? (Pink/blue like team skull grunts maybe?)
• Ultra Beasts also being part of the main plot due to the games literally being named after them.
• “Alternate Timeline” hints at a potentially alternate universe for these games, in which Lusamine never became crazy, cities may have been built elsewhere than before, etc etc. Very interesting wording. May not simply be placed after the events of Sun/Moon like many are theorizing.
Notes: A sequel to this ficlet (about a cursed LeFou who made a bargain with Agathe that saved Gaston’s life, but ensured that he would lose all memories of his friend) for the lovely @dodgisshipper!
“Oh, you’ve bested me!” the short man giggled, ruffling the child’s hair and grinning widely. “Your top is much better than mine; it’s a wonder I even thought I could compete with you in the first place!”
The gaggle of children gathered at his feet snickered and reached forward, setting the toys back up and spinning them into whirling, varicolored orbits. Gaston watched them play from across the courtyard, noting the delight on LeFou’s face as he moved forward on the bench to get a better view of the game.
It had been a few months since “the accident,” as Belle insisted on calling it. She and her prince had pardoned him long ago (although he could tell that the beast was more than reluctant in doing so), and had even offered to let him stay at the castle while he recovered.
Unfortunately, they had let LeFou stay, as well.
No matter where he went, Gaston saw him everywhere: in the kitchens, in the library, and now in the courtyard outside. He never had the courage to approach him, though - he merely stayed on the sidelines and watched, wishing that LeFou would just remember…
Now he was surrounded by the children that came to visit the castle every day, playing jacks and spinning tops with them while they waited for the dinner bell. Gaston roamed around the enclosure and pretended to admire the blooming floral arrangements contained in pots set on pedestals around the precinct.
“Oh, time for supper,” he heard LeFou say from across the courtyard as the bell chimed inside the castle. His audience gathered up their toys, rose, and bid him goodbye.
Curious, Gaston thought. Isn’t he going in with them?
When he turned around to see what was happening, he nearly jumped out of his own skin - LeFou was standing in front of him, smiling widely.
“Aren’t you coming?” he asked, and there was no hint of recognition in his voice. Gaston took a deep breath and struggled to regain his composure.
“Oh, I - er, I think I’ll stay outside,” he said feebly. “I’m not very hungry, and these flowers are lovely.”
“Yes, they are,” LeFou said as Gaston made to turn around again. “I’m sorry, it’s just… do I know you?”
The faintest bit of hope flickered in Gaston’s heart, and for a moment, he almost believed that LeFou remembered him - then the other man chuckled and said, “Oh, that’s right! I saw you after the battle, didn’t I?”
“Yes,” Gaston said, feeling like he had just been trampled by a crowd of several hundred people. “Yes, you came and examined me.”
“I remember now,” LeFou said, although he really didn’t - how could he? “Your name’s Gaston, and you fell from the parapets. But you’re fine now, right? You didn’t even break anything.”
“No, I didn’t. It truly was a miracle.”
“Almost,” his companion said, “like magic.”
Nothing on earth could’ve prepared Gaston for what he saw when he looked at LeFou again: a heart-stopping smile on his face and mischief glittering in his eyes.
“I’m just saying,” LeFou continued; “Prince Adam’s curse was broken by magic, right?”
“No, it was broken by true love’s kiss,” Gaston corrected him.
“Ah, yes. Do you really believe that?”
“What do you mean?” He furrowed his brow and crossed his arms. “The prince is human again, isn’t he? Isn’t that proof enough?”
“No, no, I meant - do you believe in true love?”
Gaston turned back to the flowers and examined them with the air of a connoisseur, desperately flustered. “No, not anymore. If it was real for everyone - if it was real for me - then I would be with the person I love right now.”
“Oh?” LeFou said. “What happened?”
He looked him right in the eye and said, “They were lost.”
And how he wished that he knew what LeFou was thinking when he frowned and a shadow fell over his face.
“Well,” the other man said, pressing the petal of a pink azalea between his thumb and forefinger, “I’m very sorry. For what it’s worth, I don’t really believe in true love, either.”
“Because” - and LeFou faltered, looking very unsure of himself. “Because I… well, it’s the strangest feeling - I feel like I had it once, but… if I really was in love, then why can’t I remember anything about it?”
Gaston’s mouth went dry.
You loved me, he thought slowly. You love me - even if you’ve forgotten.
“Are you sure you don’t know anything?” he pressed, failing to contain his excitement.
“It’s the funniest thing,” LeFou said, meeting his eyes. “Everyone keeps acting like something’s happened to me, but they won’t tell me, and I obviously can’t remember. But you… whenever I see you around the castle, I always feel like - like it’s on the tip of my tongue. I want to remember - there’s this hole in my heart, like something’s missing, and I want to fill it so badly - but something’s holding me back. I’m not sure what it is.”
“Maybe you were cursed.”
“Yeah,” he laughed. “Maybe. Maybe I fell in love with a beast, but someone put a spell on me so I forgot.”
Then he walked away, leaving Gaston with a tattered heart and shaking hands.
Notes: There will be a part three that finishes this little series, I promise!
New artwork for my fic! The original is up top. It’s, of course, a depiction of Belle and (Adam?) or just Beast really lol, at the end of the movie. This image has been going around and it’s not hard to see why. It’s breathtaking and shows Belle in her famous golden ballgown and Beast (I’m just gonna call him Dan Stevens in this whatev) as well in his blue suit with gold trimmings, but human. I love this depiction a lot, especially with Emma Watson and Dan Stevens faces and roles so exquisitely portrayed.
The first thing I noticed about the art was the proportion of the two main characters. It’s definitely out of proportion, with Belle being much too large around the waist, shoulders, and bust. Dan is a bit out of proportion too, but I think it suits him better. He was a beast, after all, haha. But I’m using these proportions to my advantage and putting this as the new cover image for my own fic: I Have Done It All for You.
Scarlett’s waist in my fic is around 23-27 inches so she would’ve looked something like this. Also, Raphael is a bit brawnier. I changed the color of her dress. I added a bit of rose-gold in there. Tbh, I’ve always hated Belle’s dress. I can’t stand the color yellow, so I added my own touches for Scarlett. I also gave Scarlett her signature brunette hair and blue-green eyes.
I’m so glad the lovely person who created this piece of artwork realized that Dan Stevens in his natural look is so much hotter and sexier than with that God-awful wig! He looks like Ashley Wilkes! Gross! I always hated (Adam?) in the original movie when he transformed. The red hair didn’t suit him at all. I thought they would let Dan be himself, but apparently not. This artwork is great because it fixes that and lets Dan go natural. This is great because Raphael has dark hair, and Dan Stevens’ original look is what Raphael looks like really. I didn’t even have to do anything to Raphael except make his eyes a bit bluer. “Like sapphires,” as described in my fic.
Overall, I’m proud of how my edit turned out and I enjoyed the new movie thoroughly. So many new followers on the BATB section of Fanfiction.net! My story’s getting much more popular!
Thanks so much to the original artist of this: godrickdraws.tumblr.com!
My name is Cynn and I am 18 years old, earlier this year a
horrible thing happened to me that changed my life forever. Up until this time
I had never even kissed a boy, much less gone any further. I was innocent and
my body was sweet, pretty, and untouched, at least until that day.
It was a warm summer day and I decided to go for a walk and
enjoy the beautiful weather. So I put on my pretty new red hat and my matching
spring dress. I told my mother where I was going, just like a good girl should.
To my surprise she told me to stay away from the woods near my house. When I
asked why, she told me that there was a wolf pack that was eating the
neighborhood cats and scaring children. I assured her that I would keep far
away from the woods, but was very disappointed because this was exactly where I
wanted to go. However, being a good girl I listened to my mother and went to
walk in the other woods on the other side of town. It was a long walk and far
away from any houses, but I didn’t mind since it was a nice day and as I walked
a let the sun shine on my face and warm me. By the time I got to the woods it
was the middle of the afternoon and I was very tired. I followed one of the
trails far down into the woods, until I came across a small meadow. “What
a wonderful place to lay in the sun and take a nap,” I thought. So I laid
out the blanket I had with me and proceeded to fall into a deep sleep.
I awoke to a sharp pain on both my wrists, afraid but still
disoriented I looked at my wrists and saw two large wolves. Each one had one of
my wrists in his mouth and was forcing my hands and arms over my head. I
screamed and screamed, not only because of the pain but also because I was so
afraid. But I was in the woods on the other side of town, not in the woods by
my house so there was no one close enough to hear me no matter how loudly I
screamed. I heard a low growl coming from in front of me and looked down to see
another large wolf bearing his teeth and looking at me. The two wolves held my
hands tightly in their mouths, so I was helpless to do anything to stop this
third one. “My God” I thought to myself “they are going to kill
me and eat me like they did the neighborhood cats.” This thought made my heart
race even more then it had been and almost made me pass out. The third wolf
began to sniff over my body slowly, I watched as he worked his way up my legs. His
wet nose sometimes touching my flesh and making me shiver in fear. As his nose
reached my tight young bush he stopped, he looked up at me and I almost saw the
lust and cruelness of a man in his gaze. He bent his head under my dress and
gave my innocence a long wet lick through my panties. Well of course I tried to
close my legs to protect my womanhood from the beast, but he quickly began to
rip at my thighs with his paws and claws. The pain was unbearable, “please
stop, please it hurts me,” I begged. Even though I knew he could not understand
me and that he would not stop if he did.
Tears were running down my cheeks as I tried the best I
could to resist opening my legs. I could feel the claws scrapping my legs,
making large red whelps on me. He was digging into me like he would dig in dirt
to bury a bone. Ripping my dress to shreds. Not being capable of standing it
anymore I opened my legs, but he still scratched on either side, ripping off
the rest of the dress and even shredding my panties. I began to scream out
again as loud as I could, even though I knew it wouldn’t do me any good, I also
opened my legs as far as I could exposing my pussy to the wolf’s lusts. Amid my
screams and cries he stopped clawing and positioned himself directly between my
legs, he hunkered down to block my legs from closing and starting licking me
hard and fast. The rough sharp tongue began to hurt me almost instantly, my
hips were bucking trying to keep the painful thing out of me. “My sweet
virgin hole has never been touched and now it is being abused and taken by a beast,”
I thought to myself. It was almost too much to bear, the animal toyed with my
pussy nipping me and licking deep inside, knowing it hurt me and liking it. All
the while the other two beasts held my hands firmly, keeping me completely
without defense. I lay there, my legs spread and being forced to accept the
The wolf on my left let go of my hand and started to walk
over my body, quickly I tried to lower the hand to protect my pussy from the
tongue that was tearing it apart. The beast on the left gave me a hard nip on
the hand and helplessly I returned it over my head. Now the wolf on the right
also let go and moved down my body. Completely helpless, the three behemoths
were now free to violate my body to their delight, with no way for me to stop
them. I was far too afraid to try and protect myself again knowing that they
would bite and hurt me. The other two beasts, free of holding my hands now took
up positions on either side of me and began to rip off the top portion of my
dress, in an instant they were through my dress and gnawing off my bra. I lay
very still afraid of being nipped, while they quickly began to harshly lick my
breasts. My firm young breasts and nipples were being roughly treated by their
tongues. I arched my back as the dog at my pussy again gave my pussy lips a
hard nip, making me yelp in pain. My pussy was being filled with the beast’s
spittle as my breasts were being abused by the other two animals. My nipples began
to grow hard by instinct, giving the merciless rapists the perfect targets to
nip and abuse. Screaming in pain as my body was abused from all sectors, unable
to defend my frail sex organs. The wolf on my right seeing my mouth open and
inviting, rammed his muzzle into my mouth, licking deep into my throat. I tried
and tried to get him out, but his muzzle forced the back of my head against the
ground and he took pleasure in my mouth, while the other two were content to
keep abusing my other parts. My pussy and tits sore and red from abuse as my mouth
was violated from the long tongue, so much pain, and I knew it was only the
The wolf at my breasts began nipping harder and harder,
making me scream on the other wolf’s tongue and causing a trickle of blood to come
from the nipple. Not knowing what to do, but knowing that I did not want my tit
eaten off I reached down and began to stroke his cock, hoping to calm him some.
He flinched and growled when I first touched him, but quickly got to humping my
hand, he also abused my breast slightly less. I felt like such a slut, here I
was being tongue licked in the cunt, mouth, and breast by beasts and now I had
to masturbate one of them. My pussy couldn’t take any more punishment and my legs
closed harder and harder around the wolf. This must have made him angry because
he nipped my pussy very hard and made me almost swallow the other dog’s tongue
during my scream. The one in my hand began to grow and the cock came out of its
skin, he was huge much larger than I thought anyone or anything got. The wolf
at my pussy, still angry backed away and began to growl loudly, I knew then
that he must have been the leader because the other dogs also backed away from
me. “What are they going to do to me now,” I thought. “Oh no,
not that they couldn’t be thinking of doing THAT.”
The beast at my head took a mouthful of my hair and pulled
upwards, causing so much pain. The leader took my left leg in his mouth and
began to pull me over. The combined effect made me roll over onto my stomach
and rise up on my hands. A hard nip on my ass quickly got it in the air also. I
knew they would have me as they wished and that there was nothing I could do to
stop them. Tears ran down my face as I was about to take my fate. The leader
mounted my back and wrapped his strong paws around my waist, his weight held me
in place unable to move. I could feel his wet cock growing and touching the
side of my ass. The leader began to rock against my ass, making his cock grow
to an enormous size. One wolf licked my dangling breast as the other licked my
face and lips. I tried to keep the dog at my fronts tongue out of my mouth, but
he followed and toyed with my face. The beast at my breast would nip me to make
me scream and open the way for the dog at my fronts cruel tongue. The leader
positioned his now huge hard cock at my tender pussy, he rocked into it and I
screamed in agony. It hit my pussy and blunted against my hymen. Again he
rocked this time harder and my hymen burst open, lubricating his way with my
blood. The wolf at my front was Frenching my mouth good as I screamed, taking
me as he wished, the other beast also seemed to enjoy my swaying breasts as
their leader entered me. The leader slowly, painfully fed his huge meat into
me, my virginity had been taken by a wolf. The wolf on my breast began to nip
harshly again and I knew what he wanted, I scooped up his still semi-hard cock
and began to jerk him.
The leader built up a good rhythm inside my and continued to
stretch my pussy to its limits. The beast at my mouth decided to complete my
humiliation and mounted my front, his large disgusting cock right in my face.
Moaning in pain from the violation of my pussy made my mouth an easy target for
his cock, and he wasted little time in slamming it deep into me. I could taste
the salty precum as he worked it against the back of my throat, it gagged me
badly. Both wolf’s knots filled my poor abused body, locking my helplessly. The
leader and wolf in my mouth forced me to work between them now. The leader
would ram me hard with his powerful legs forcing me deep onto the beast cock in
my mouth, then the beast I was sucking would thrust back and force my pussy
deeper onto the huge leader’s dick. Being forced to be made into their rape
bitch, being gagged and stuffed by the cocks as I was forced to jerk off the
third. The beast in my mouth began to moan and jerk erratically, his cock throbbing
inside me. While without my consent my pussy began to respond to the cock
abusing it, grabbing it and massaging the massive muscle. The wolf cock in my
mouth seemed to explode and hot cum ran down my throat and out of my nose, I
gagged and coughed as it filled me. The wolf removed himself from my mouth and
walked a short distance away to clean off his abusive cock. My mouth was only
free for an instant as the beast I was jerking left my breasts and mounted my
face. He growled menacingly and I knew what I had to do. I began to lick the
cock with my tongue, tasting the precum and almost vomiting. The leader continued
to rape my pussy as the new wolf sampled my mouth. He thrust his cock at my mouth
like a dagger, I tried to avoid it hoping a lick job would be enough, but he
growled and I knew I had to take him in my throat. His knot was already formed
from my hand job and so when he shoved his cock in my throat the knot hit my
lip and bloodied it. I tried to scream, but my mouth and face were engorged
with the huge cock. I could feel my pussy working the leader’s cock now and I
could also feel a stirring deep inside of me. “Please God,” I
thought. “I can’t cum….my first orgasm can’t be while I am raped by wolf
cocks.” But my bodies mind was made up and the stirring got stronger, I
noticed as it did that I began to take the beast in my mouth deeper, and used
my tongue to lick the underside of his huge male hood. Licking harder and the
cock going deeper and deeper as the cock in my pussy continued to control and
win me over. The leader’s cock pistoning in and out of my well overstuffed
pussy. Moaning on the cock, not being able to take anymore. So many cocks, so
hard, and me so helpless. They were turning me into their slut, making me enjoy
their cocks. I screamed out as I had the first and strongest orgasm of my life,
continuing to suck the huge dog cock and stroke it with my hand as I did. The
leader let out a low growl and spilled his hot seed deep into me, overcoming my
capacity and it running down the back of my legs. Still sucking, the leader
just held in me until his knot subsided, then with a pop he was out.
I was crying now as my orgasm had passed and I realized what
a slut they had made me in the throes of orgasm. I guess since I wasn’t sucking
as good the third dog figured he would finish off in my cum covered cunt. He
left my mouth and walked behind me, I was gasping for air and weeping, in no
condition to plan an escape, so I just held still. He mounted me and found my
hole, now gaping from the leader’s large knot. He was in me and pumping away
furiously, as he did the leader came around to my face and put his blood and
cum covered cock to my lips. He growled and there was no doubt what he wanted.
Disgusted to the core I began to clean off the cock that raped me and took my
virginity. I could taste the blood and dog cum on it, and far worse I could
taste my pussy juices on it, still more proof of what a slut they had made me.
The wolf at my pussy was again making me respond, there was
nothing I could do. His large hot cock ramming in and out of me so forceful and
strong, caused a reaction in my pussy that spread throughout my body. I licked
the leaders cock and enjoyed it as he smeared the cummy thing on my face, again
I was coming and again I was a slut. The first wolf that came must have
recovered his lust because now he was over and making me lick him also, I was
moaning as I came and was being forced to pleasure the two other cocks with my
mouth. The wolf in my pussy spurted his hot load into me and again I came to me
senses, it was horrible like a lust filled insanity followed by unbearable
guilt that the animals were making me cum. Making me enjoy their rapes.
The wolf that came first now walked down, being the only one
not to have fucked me (he made me suck him and came in my mouth). The wolf that
had just cum dismounted and the new rapist hopped up on me. My pussy was
stretched horribly, so the wolf aimed a bit higher, slamming his cock into my
ass. I was still being forced to lick and suck the leader as my ass ring was
stretched and violated. The cock painfully went into me, and within moments the
knot was butting its way inside. It hurt me so very bad, but made me stir also.
Licking the leader’s large cock running my tongue from knot to tip and back
again, my chin and pussy dripping from cum. Moaning from the ass rape and
sucking harder, “yeah fuck me good,”
I whimpered. Almost instantly I felt the guilt but forced it
back as I was being taken and being made to enjoy it. I began to scream loudly
for them to fuck me more, for them to all take me at once and to make me their
slut. “Fuck me Fuck me, more please,” I begged. They all took me
several more times, raping my mouth, ass, and face. After about an hour I
passed out and awoke to find them gone, who knows how many times they fucked me
while I was out. I did know that they had all pissed on me before they left, so
I was a mess; covered with cum and urine, clothes tattered and destroyed. I
sneaked along the woods back to my house, got inside and showered and changed
so that my mom never knew a thing.
So that is my story, now every warm afternoon I walk to
these woods and lay in the sun on the blanket, hoping I will be awakened by the
sharp pain on my wrist of my rapist beast’s teeth. Ready and hoping to be made their rape
slut bitch again.
Grindlewald voice: this is my OC Percival Graves he’s super cool and he wears nice suits all the time and he can do magic without his wand cause he’s so awesome and talented, that’s why he’s the director of MACUSA. He’s also super handsome and he has hair just like me except it’s black.
Back at it with the D&D characters! I know a limited amount about everyone (we all have to work out our backstories), but I still wanted to draw everyone in our party BEFORE we all met and became adventurers together.
This is Iris! I like to think that before we all banded together, she was living it up in numerous taverns and bars; drinking beer, brawling patrons and bedding women! Shes the ranger and beast master of the group, so she has an affinity for animals. She spent a small stint in jail after multiple jewel heists while she ran about with an assassin’s guild.
I had a lot of fun designing her outfit. I was really inspired by the geometric shapes and lines of the elven tribes in Dragon Age. Iris is also a master of disguise, so her hair is a bit different in game currently (she got it buzzed off an dyed it brown!). I also wanted this scene to look a bit like a movie??? I thought it would be cute uwu