i cried making this no lie

the princess stayed in the tower and read books about better girls, where their hands learned how to hold swords, where they rode in on horses. i gave her books as often as i could. she devoured them.

her princes saw her and pretended to be scared off by dragons. got too lost in the thicket. didn’t want to handle it.

“tell me what it’s like, out there,” she whispers to me for the millionth time. i take her from The Throne into her bed, tucking her in and making sure her feet are covered. 

“boring without you” i say as always, “but i did bring back a great story.”

i tell her about how the stars change beyond the equator. how there are places it looks like there are twin suns. how the desert crawls into you but so does snow. i talk about the taste of fruit and promise to bring her back some. she falls asleep while i murmur about rivers, and then in the morning i bring her from bed to Throne, even though she can do it on her own. sometimes she likes help, is all, and i’m happy to give it. 

she doesn’t want help getting dressed. the men come for me, blindfold masters i have almost befriended. the path we take away from her is always different, carefully manufactured so i don’t know exactly where she’s located. after all, a lady might get ideas about things.

they let me go in the queen’s room. i report findings, ask for fruit in the next week’s supplies, am told not to spoil the princess, that she must be kind and waifish and wanting when the prince comes. i spend an hour suggesting that fruit might turn the blood sweeter and am allowed six oranges.

in the next week, she marvels over them. turns them in her calloused hands. smells them. holds them until she can’t control her curiosity, devours them. i bring her books about rivers. i bring her books about deserts. 

“when is our birthday?” she asks me tonight. i’m knitting her a scarf for it.

“soon,” i tell her, “i’ll come by.”

she rolls onto one side, looks up at me in the dimming light. “I’m glad they chose you to be mine,” she says, and i drop a stitch. my heart sings against the inside of my wrists. i blow out a candle so she can’t see the blush and i can’t see her lips. i know what she means, i say. i know what she means.

it’s twenty-three for both of us. i bring her a cake we both eat, her on her throne and me on the floor. i am in the middle of laughing when she falls silent in the still night. “nobody else ever comes for me,” she whispers. i say nothing.

we have more cake, we go to sleep. i don’t know if she knows i’m awake, but i hear her crying.

the men come, the men take me. the one that smells like cedar always laughs at my jokes. the queen half-hates me because i remind her of “that nasty thing” they forced on their daughter. 

“the left wheel needs oil,” i mention, “she’s having trouble turning again.”

the queen’s nose goes up. she never reacts when i mention her daughter’s wheelchair by name - doesn’t find it funny we call it a throne, thinks it’s well enough to leave alone.

“well, she’ll have a prince in this next month coming for her,” says the queen, “i’ve arranged it all,” says the queen, “he’s … had the situation explained to him first this time. i thought it would be best,” says the queen. “we’re paying him…. quite a lot for his effort,” says the queen.

situation. she means that her daughter can’t walk very far. she means the situation of towers. i excuse myself. i find my girl books about turning down marriage. i’m not sure why. it’s all she’s ever wanted.

they blindfold me and take me. cedar laughs at my jokes. the sawdust one is here this time, even he chuckles at a few. we ride horses through places i’ll never see clearly. 

“so according to the queen this is the last time i’m needed, huh?” i ask them as they walk me blindly up too many stairs for my girl to make it down, “i’m sorry i never made your acquaintance.”

cedar laughs. he takes off my blindfold and for a second, lets me see his face. “it’s been an honor,” he says, shaking my hand, “you’ve been a perfect lady.”

i spend the day with my princess pretending i am not peeling apart from my bones. i just want her to be happy. to get to come home. 

it’s late. “do you think in a past life i was a mermaid?” she asks.

“almost definitely,” i tell her. 

it’s quiet for a while after. “what if,” she whispers, “i don’t want to leave?”

i sit up and look at her from across the room. 

“it’s just,” she says, “i have you here and all the books i need and nobody makes me walk too long and i don’t feel like… like i’m wrong here.”

i want to tell her she’s never been wrong. that she’s always fit into my heart like a puzzle piece. that, more importantly, the leadership i see in her glows like a fire - that, no matter her body, she’s always been kind and gentle and smart and sweet. a princess that could bring a nation to her feet and do so lovingly.

“it will be okay,” i say, “there’s more fruit to discover.”

she doesn’t say anything. i think i’ve ruined something by accident, but i don’t know what. i don’t really sleep. i don’t say anything when the men come take me.

the world outside without her is boring. no mermaids. i put my hand in a river once a day, just thinking about her. 

two weeks later i am awoken by my name, and a voice i recognize perfectly. cedar stands above me in the darkness. “i know two things in this world,” he says to me, “and one of them is about love.”

this time we make the trip without blindfolds. i see the squalor they keep her in. i see the waste surrounding her castle, the terrible place she’s in. rage fuels my footsteps even when they start flagging. 

the prince is already there. he has dropped her twice, cedar tells me. i am already running up the stairs even though i can barely breathe. i hear her crying through the door and i don’t need to get ready - the fire that starts in me burns so brightly.

i roar inside. turn dragon and beat back prince with girl made rage. the bruises on her body turn me into giant snake. i eat the man alive, or at least i chase him from the place, never to be seen again. later i will hear a rumor about a demon that stole the princess from him.

she cries into my arms. i take her down every single stair. i hear her murmur her thanks into my hair and then i kiss her, because i can’t handle it, because i have places to show her and she has my heart to lead.

my house isn’t much but it’s near a river. she likes putting her hands into it. i take her places when she is able, and otherwise i bring the places back. we read books together. cedar no longer works for the queen, but he’d rather live with the man of sawdust making tiny wooden figurines.

i lie in bed next to her, stroking her soft hair. “do you think i was a centaur in a past life?” she asks.

“definitely,” i tell her, and kiss her, gently. she holds my face and pulls herself closer to me.

“will i be a good queen? i mean, in this life?”

“i’m certain of it,” i reply. i can hear the truth ring in it. the bone-deep certainty.

she’s quiet for a moment. “you saved me,” she whispers, “and usually we’d end up married. but…”

i don’t know how to answer that. i feel ice down my spine suddenly.

“i’m not demanding, is all,” her voice shakes, “i’m asking this time. for you to choose me. for me to be yours, i mean. and for you to be mine. permanently.”

the next birthday we celebrate, we are both queens.

anonymous asked:

first time i realized my 1st grade friend was full of shit and a bitch: she was tellin everyone a story abt how she and her grandma cooked "the worlds biggest cookie" that took up a whole block of the neighborhood (p sure this is the plot of a hey arnold! episode) & i was following til she said they "used the sun to cook it but the moon melted it again." little me knew that was BS just cuz the sun is hot don't make the moon cold, & coldness doesn't UNCOOK food. tch. called her on it n she cried

I swear to god this is THE best ask so far. How angry you were at the beginning and throughout . The fact that her incredibly blatant lie was just taken from hey arnold. “The sun cooked it and then the moon melted it again” i swear to you anon this is art and i am crying

cause of death: just friends

so here, have a kinda starco-ish amv thing. this song was literally perfect and had to be used. after all, they’re just friends right now *cries*

i tried

Suga Daddy: Part 8

Suga Daddy: 8

Word count: 8.3k

Genre/Warnings: angst, dirty talk, language 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi tells you about his past but is terrified of how you’ll take it.

This came a little early than expected. Anyway, enjoy and thanks for reading.

Parts: {playlist} one | two | three | four | five | six | seven 

Everything felt like it was playing out and slow-motion and all you were doing was twirling the flowers in your hand. You were nauseated and your mind was racing with every possible scenario. You knew that Yoongi couldn’t have a squeaky clean record. Especially with his attitude and the way he talked to you sometimes. For some reason you still loved him, despite that.

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briethesassylassie  asked:

Not gonna lie, I almost cried when everyone was framing Morality. I sat there like no why he's a smol sensitive bean he doesn't mean it stop making him feel bad. Also Logic is named Logan. Did you come up with names for the other characters?

Haha I know!! The thing was that he was so passionate about playing the mystery game, it’s how we are with great distractions, he refused to face this lacking of passion in the task at hand. And yes, each of the personalities have names but we need to gain a certain amount of EXP before leveling up to that knowledge haha

taylor's albums ranked by how much they make people cry
  • Taylor Swift: This is "Teardrops on My Guitar," which made us all cry when we were 12, don't lie, and "Mary's Song" may get you to cry happy tears if you're gay like me, but overall, this is an album written by a young, inexperienced at making people cry Tay-Tay, and my lack of tears overall reflects that. A solid start and an admirable effort. 4/10.
  • Fearless: If you didn't cry over "Breathe," "Love Story," "You're Not Sorry," and "The Way I Loved You" back in middle school, you a liar. Brings back memories of lying on my bed in seventh grade, wondering why nobody loved me, eating candy. 6/10.
  • Speak Now: This has "Dear John," and if you didn't cry at that at least once, you have no soul. It also has "Last Kiss," "Enchanted," and "Back to December." Which one gets you the most teary-eyed depends on your personal preferences, but you cried at least once. Don't lie to me. 9/10.
  • Red: This is "All Too Well." Enough said. 1000000/10.
  • 1989: This is mostly an album full of bangers, not so much an album full of make-you-sobbers. That said, the live performance of "Clean" made me cry like the bitch I am, so... 7/10.
  • TS6: It doesn't exist yet. 10/10.

anonymous asked:

Do you know any fics where Yuri unintentionally breaks Victor’s heart. I'm a sucker for angst with a happy ending. Thank you ^^

DO YOU GUYS LIKE TO SEE ME IN PAIN?!??! I’m just kidding! Thank you for these requests! Here are some fics where Victor cries… *goes into a corner and cries for 10 years*

Originally posted by takemetovikturi


Victor Cries


selfish by MissSpock, Gen, 1.9k
“…Aren’t you going to stop me?” He hated how his voice wobbled and cracked, and he had to fight to keep the tears in his eyes.
Yuuri’s brows creased. The mist had cleared from the lenses of his glasses and he looked at Victor with confused, amber eyes. “Why should I? It seems as though you’ve come to a decision.” Role reversal of ep 11. *sobs*

twenty-eight by pageleaf, Gen, 864 words
“…I’m sorry, Yuuri.” Yuuri blinks. “For what?” “I disappointed you.” Viktor’s voice is hoarse. “I didn’t win.” I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH

I’m Always Here by queeravocado, Teen, 1.6k
It’s 3 AM. Yuuri’s reliving one of his most horrifying events in his life: the GPF before he met Victor. Victor’s a complete ass, and becomes his number one fear. Turns out it’s a dream, but Victor’s crying his eyes out after what he saw. Victor cries. It’s sad. Happy ending, though!

Talk by future_fishy, Gen, 1.2k
Viktor wasn’t himself today. Yuuri is the best at comforting Victor. Love!

kiss & cry by lostincostco, Explicit, 2.7k
“Oh,” Yuuri says wonderingly. “You’re crying.” Yuuri makes Victor cry, but not in the way you’re thinking…!!!! (this isn’t even sad, it’s just smut.. doN’T JUDGE ME IT’S GOOD OKAY?!)

Stupid Thoughts by future_fishy, Gen, 1.5k
“I’m fine, Yuuri, go back to sleep.” Still that smile. “You’re not, and I won’t.” Yuuri’s serious tone made Viktor flinch, “Please don’t lie to me.” Victor is self conscious about his future with Yuuri????? I’m sobbing?????

Where we belong by ss_blackrabbit, Teen, 1.5k
It’s true that Yuuri wanted to be hated as the man who took Viktor away from the world, but he never meant to take Viktor’s world away from him. Another ep 11 fic! Happy ending.

Comfort by future_fishy, Gen, 697 words
Viktor is upset, and Yuuri isn’t sure how to comfort him, but he tries. I’m totally not crying… *sobs*

A Melancholy Of White by mochary, Teen, 15k
“Yuuko. What’s happening?” Viktor asks sternly. “Did something happen?” “O-oh my God. Viktor-“ Yuuko cries from the other line. “It’s Y-Yuuri. He got into an accident. Viktor, t-there’s blood. P-please come immediately.” It’s then, when Viktor’s heart shatters into a million pieces. ONLY READ THIS IF YOU WANT TO BE KILLED. SERIOUSLY. MY HEART BROKE INTO FIFTY BILLION PIECES WHEN I READ THIS AND I STILL HAVEN’T RECOVERED. Really well written, though, and a happy ending!

Worthwhile by surveycorpsjean, Explicit, 6.2k
In which, it’s Victor that breaks.
So beautifully written. One of, if not my favourite, YOI anxiety/mental illness fic. Highly recommend. So f-ing sad, though.

Holding on for Dear Life by icterine, Teen, 2.4k
It turns out that sometimes heartbreak happens in seconds, unexpectedly – and once it does, there’s no dulling of the senses. Victor’s heart shatters.

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a follow up piece to >this< piece from yesterday. i had no idea when i sat down today that i was at the end of this journey. i knew in my heart what would probably happen - so i wasn’t surprised - but to say i was “ready” would be a spectacular lie. thinking about the last few chapters through Prompto’s eyes makes it even harder to absorb. so… this is a consolation piece for my heart. 

Skulls and Roses ☠️🥀 (Part Five)

Jeon Jungkook

Tattooist AU!. College Au!

Genre: Fluff? - I guess, Tiny bit of angst

Word Count: 5k+

Part One I Part Four

Originally posted by bubblepopped

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The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear.
—  Stephen King

I think that the significance of this shot, showing Kakyoin waking up, is both him realizing that he just technically had a sleepover (likely his first) at a friend’s house, and realizing that he has people that care about his general well being. He’s in a nicely prepared room, with what appears to be a cup pitcher of water and a note (?) behind him.

His forehead is carefully bandaged, and his earrings are neatly put away as well.

I’m sure after months of Dio controlling and invading his thoughts, it’s a nice respite for him to just be able to lie in silence and contemplate the events of the previous day.

It’s a really subtle addition, but I’m really glad DavidPro decided to put something like this in, because you can only really appreciate it after learning Kakyoin’s backstory.

Rock-Paper-Scissors

A/N: This is my submission for @katymacsupernatural ‘s Gif Challenge! Yay

Pairings: Dean x reader!sister, Sam x reader!sister

Word Count: 681

Reader Age: Younger than both boys, I imagine

Dean groaned loudly as you trudged through the door of the motel room. It had been a constant, near 24 hour, loop of driving and interviewing and the three of you were beyond exhausted and beyond annoyed with each other. The case you and your brothers were working involved a suspected haunting of a high school, so there had been many ‘witnesses’ at the scene. Barely being able to keep your eyes open, you dropped your duffel by the table, slipped your blazer off, and flopped onto the first bed in sight.

“This is the most comfortable, uncomfortable bed ever,” you mumbled into the blanket, taking your gun out of the waistband of your slacks and tossing it onto the other bed. A heavy thud landed directly to your left and you lifted your head to see your mess of a brother, still in his FBI suit.

“Scoot, shorty!” Dean shouted as he attempted to shove you off the side of the bed. You protested and shoved back at him with no luck.

“Why can’t you and Sammy share a bed for once?” you whined and grabbed a pillow, smacking Dean weakly with it. He yanked it out of your grip and whacked you back before shoving it under his head and closing his eyes.

“This is so unfair,” you snapped and sat up, crossing your arms over your chest. You turned towards Sam and pleaded, “Sam, I don’t think I’ve ever had a bed to myself in my entire life, I just want a good night’s sleep, there’s not even a couch for me in here!”

You knew you sounded childish, but you also knew that it would probably work. Sam sighed and nodded. He shook Dean’s legs to wake him up and received a  solid kick to the abdomen.

“Dude!” Sam exclaimed, putting a hand to his stomach. “She’s right, just let her sleep,” he told Dean and sat on the other bed to untie his shoes. When Dean said nothing in return, you maneuvered to stand, giving Dean another shove.

“I’m gunna get ready for bed. I want a bed, Dean!” you yelled and threw your shoe at him, hitting him in the leg. He murmured something incoherent while you closed the door to the bathroom behind you. When you went to brush your teeth, you were greeted by the toothpaste caked almost entirely around the tube and its cap.

“Ew Dean! Come on! Again? Would you quit doing this?” You stormed out of the bathroom, waving the tube around.

Dean, still face-first into the bed, mumbled, “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, sis.”

You huffed and unnecessarily slammed the bathroom door shut. Annoyed, you wiped the toothpaste off with a grimace. You heard Sam talking to Dean but couldn’t make out what he said. A few minutes later you reentered the room to see your brothers, both still in their suit-tops, facing each other in a stance you knew all too well.

“Loser gets the floor,” Dean said quickly as he got into rock-paper-scissors formation. Sam squinted his eyes and tilted his head slightly. You watched as Dean played scissors and Sam, rock. Dean swore under his breath and turned away, irritated.

“Night, sucker,” you snickered and dove into your now empty bed, yanking the blankets over your shoulders.

“I hate you both,” Dean muttered, giving Sam a push and you a glare. After a bit more bickering, they both changed into t-shirts. Dean grabbed a pillow and the top blanket off each bed, folding one in half to lie on and covering himself with the other.

“Love ya, De,” you called out, feeling slightly guilty for making your brother sleep on the floor, but not guilty enough to give up your bed.

“Whatever,” he grunted, turning over on his side. You were nearly asleep when your gassy brother let one loose.

“Aww c’mon Dean!” Sam cried out and you buried your face into your pillow, avoiding whatever smells were lingering in the air. Dean chuckled and you heard Sam throw something at him. “You’re frickin’ disgusting!”

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My BTS wings experience

I will start this off with saying I lined up at 2pm on Wednesday the night before. So yes I camped out & was number 35 in line

It was so cold I literally thought I was going to freeze to death and I would never make it too Thursday night to see BTS. Skipping all that I will say the line up process for so messy and people were trying to cut even when we were in numerical order. Let me tell y'all when they opened those doors. It was a fucking stampede and security was SCARED.

They let us in so slow. My friend got through easily. Then I got through easily. But my other friend they was patting her down We were stuck. When I tell you I grabbed her hand and dipped. I DIPPED. No one was getting in the front of me. But luckily we caught up to my friend.

Then they gave us a whole speech on no running but I was like no one is gonna listen. Which they didn’t. But me and friends got barricade 

They kept playing the songs and music videos over and over which I didn’t care because it’s BTS. When it started and the introduction was playing on the middle screen aka the sheet I almost shit myself. Then when not today started the sheet didn’t even fall all the way and Namjoon was so confused. It was stuck but eventually it fell. Then it got real! (Video)

For the solo stages Begin was first  and the choreography was so much better in person. He’s so talented. Then next was Lie I believe and I barely recorded it because Jimin is so unreal I was so shooked.

Namjoon stage was so cute and us shouting “We love you!” The smile on his face and his dimples. Lawd Then next was Tae. I almost cried tears of joy because he really did that. (Video).

Cypher was so fucking LIT


When they came through the floor with “Lost” I was blessed with Tan skin (Video)

Tae was standing there for so long. I kept making eye contact. He fixed his hat so I involuntary fixed my hat when he did it. He smiled @ me

This part almost made me cry (Video).

They’re cutest beans ever. Actual sunshine. (Video)

Look at how happy Jimin was to see my banner and I wasn’t expecting anything at all!

HERE IT IS! THANK GOD FOR THAT BANNER. THE WAY JIMIN SKIPPED OVER TOWARDS ME! The video

Finish


1st I’m just gonna say that me and my friends are like magnets to BTS.

After the show they pulled up next to us on the highway and we waved to them and I’m not sure who, but someone waved back

and it just so happens that today we were walking down the block and saw Rap Mon taking his picture.

Blessed

Also Ran into JRE in Ktown. So sweet. Nice seeing him again

Sincerely_Kpop

(Newt Scamander x Reader) Submissive Dominator [SMUT]

Title : Submissive Dominator

Request : Yes - by @radicalmeghan -  request: newt being asked to be more dom in bed and is lowkey rlly good at it

Smut/Warning : Yeah duh - eating out, blowjob, slight dom/sub, jealous fucking lmao

Word Count :1,875

A/N : aaah finally I finished a request! I don’t think this fits the request, but yo this is a dom Newt. It’s really a new territory for me because I’ve always portrayed Newt as a sub. Anyway! Enjoy this one and requests are open for fbawtft, hp, etc. Send me asks about it.

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“You’re mine aren’t you?”

“You’re going to get f-fucked tonight,”

“T-Think you c-can- Oh Merlin, no, no, not like this…”

Newt has been talking to himself in the bathroom, the moment the two of you entered your shared apartment after attending a ball held by the MACUSA. The ball was held to celebrate the capture of Gellert Grindelwald. The MACUSA doesn’t usually do this kind of thing, but you suppose it’s a grand achievement and worth celebrating.

You try to eavesdrop the conversation he’s having with himself, but it seems that he has put a charm in the bathroom so that you can’t hear anything he says but some muffled sounds.

“Newt?” you knock the bathroom door. “Are you okay in there?”

“Y-Yes [Name], I’m fine,” he replies.

You didn’t know what you did wrong, but he also seems to be more nervous than usual after the ball. He keeps squeezing your hand, he stuttered, and he bumped into several people. Newt kept saying he was alright after you asked though.

You decide to change from your formal dress to your nightgown. You walk to your bedroom as you think, ‘I suppose I can calm him down a little bit by doing something…’ You pick his favorite nightgown of yours, and put it on. Twirling in front of the closet mirror, you smile to yourself. ‘Newt is going to love this.’

As if on cue, the bathroom door creaks open, revealing Newt already undressed except for his trousers. Newt’s hair is messy, and his face is blushing red with beads of sweat on his face. The sweat also trickles down his bare chest, making you want to run your hands up his body.

He pauses when he looks at you, mouth slightly open. You giggle and say, “I think we’re thinking the same thing, love.”

He gulps, before throwing the bundle of his shirt on the side. Newt takes a few strides towards you, chin up, looking down at you. He then takes your chin in his hand, and kisses you roughly.

You squeal at the sudden touch, before melting into his arms. You grip his biceps, constantly squeezing it lightly, while he holds your waist, holding you firmly. The kisses aren’t like his usual kisses; it’s more demanding and needing. He’s about to push his tongue inside your mouth before you gently push him back, looking into his eyes, a little bit worried.

“Newt, darling? What’s wrong? What’s with the sudden-“

“You’re going to get fucked tonight,” he cuts you sternly.

You feel the heat in your core getting hotter as he says that sentence. But still, you’re wondering what’s with his sudden change of demeanor.

“I- W-Well, I will, but I want you to explain yourself first,” you challenge him.

He sighs and takes your hand, guiding you to lie down on your bed. You lie on your back, and he immediately goes on top of you, his hands on each side of your head, trapping you from escaping.

Newt looks at you with adoration, yet also with something he lacks before. Confidence.

“Do you think… That Abernathy can please you more? Hm?” he asks.

At the ball, even though you’re hand in hand with Newt all the time, you did drag him to socialize with other people. One of them being Abernathy. He teased the two of you by talking about some sensitive subject, which is about how Newt does it in bed. Newt’s face went beet red, and you replied with a laugh, saying that he satisfies you. “Although not the most dominant in bed,” you also added.

You didn’t realize that Newt listened intently when you flirted with Abernathy. “Oh really? I bet you prefer dominant men, no?” Abernathy asked. “Well, probably. Want to show me?” you reply. Abernathy just laughed, and you excused yourself, to talk to other people.

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh, so this is what this is all about? About me flirting with Abernathy? You know it’s all a joke, Newt.”

“Yes, but you did say that- um, you prefer dominant men,” he says, almost losing his confident composure.

“Well… I don’t mind with submissive men, but I prefer dominant men better,” you say. He looks hurt for a second, before quickly going back with his act again.

“Then I’ll show you that I can be dominant too.”

Before you can say anything, he kisses you again, this time biting down your lower lip, then pushing his tongue inside your mouth. Your hands go to the back of his head, trying to deepen the kiss. But he objects. One by one, he removes your hands from his head, and pins them to the side of your head.

He breaks the kiss and whisper to your ear huskily, “You are going to stay in bed and do as I say.”

You shudder as his hot breath hits your ear, and you nod in understanding. He smirks, and proceeds to leave butterfly kisses from your earlobe down to your neck, and your collarbone. He sucks and bites a one spot on your neck, over and over until leaves a red mark. You moan and whimper at his touch, and you’re sure it’ll be purple tomorrow.

“[Name],” he says onto your skin.

You reply with a moan. “If you want to come, try not to make any sounds.”

He slides the nightgown from your shoulder, before tearing it into two and tossing it aside. You gasp; not expecting Newt to rip your nightgown, or even has the strength to do that. “We can use magic to patch it up,” Newts says quickly.

He swiftly leaves a wet trail, continuing from your neck, to your chest, barely brushing the nipple, down lower to your core, his hands freeing your wrists. He gives an experimental lick, and you arch your back, bucking up to his mouth. You’re about to moan before your own hand flies to your mouth, shutting yourself.

“Good girl.”

He trails a finger down your clit, his fingers brushing against the wet, sensitive folds. You desperately pants, holding in the sounds you’re making.

“So wet [Name]… All for me?” He presses a finger inside you, and you breathily answer, “Y-Yes! For you only…”

“Not for Abernathy?”

“N-No… All for you- Ah!” you scream out when he adds another finger.

“I’ll forgive you this time. But for this, I don’t want to hear any sounds, got it?”

You only nod as he starts pumping in and out of you, and with each thrust, his fingers goes deeper, to another angle, until it hits your g-spot. You gasp when his finger does, and he quickens the pace until you come onto his hands.

He brings his fingers to his lips, greedily licking them off clean. The sight turns you on again, even though your heat is still throbbing from the sensation. He gets out of bed, and hastily takes his trousers off, along with his boxers. His manhood stands in its glory, with precum leaking on top of it.

“Come,” he says, extending his hands towards you.

You stand and take his hand and he presses yours and his naked body together. His member is pushed up onto your stomach, and you can feel it twitch when it comes to contact with your skin.

“Feel it [Name]?”

He trails his fingers from your upper back, slowly down to your lower back.

“Feel it what you do to me?”

He squeezes your bum and you hum in response.

“I want you to pleasure me, but without your hands.”

He gives you a slap on your butt and says, “Now kneel.”

You kneel in front of him, and take his member in your mouth, your hands behind your back. You start to suck his head gently, slowly moving your head so it enters deeper. He lets out a long moan, continued by his hand going to the back of your head.

“Faster.”

You suck him hard, and he cries out your name, not expecting the sudden movement. As you suck, you bob your head, and lick the tip of his member. It twitches in your mouth, and with one last long suck, he comes inside your mouth. You swallow everything, making sure none of them spills out of your mouth.

“Such a good girl. I should reward you for that, now. Should I?”

“I’d love you to, darling.”

“Alright. Lie down.”

You do as he says, and he goes on top of you, immediately positioning himself on your entrance.

“Newt! Stop!”

His eyes flashes worry, and he stops. “W-What? D-Did I do something w-wrong? Did- Did I hurt you?”

His confidence is fading, and you giggle, before kissing his nose.

“No, silly. Don’t forget the condom.”

“O-Oh, right.”

He takes out a condom out of the dresser, before ripping it with his teeth and putting it on his slightly raised cock. You notice, and give his manhood a slight stroke, making it fully erect again. Newt’s confidence comes back again, and he seems more assured now.

“Scream my name, love.”

He slams into you without a warning, and you gasp, and let out a throaty moan. He begins moving, slow at first, before escalating the pace faster. The headboard makes a sound every time he slams into you, banging with the wall. You’ll be sure to receive complaints from your neighbor, but you can care less.

He thrusts like there’s no tomorrow, all the while holding in his cum, making sure you savor the feeling fully. He wants to make sure that you see him and him only.

You on the other hand, feel so close to coming, as you see Newt pounding your insides, sucking the energy out of you.

“Newt!! Ah!! I- I-“

“That’s it love, let it all out. Come onto me.”

With a scream of his name, you come for the second time, coating his condom covered cock with your juices. He gives a few more thrusts before coming himself, filling the condom. He collapses on top of you, the sweat covered skin meeting yours.

The two of you breathe peacefully, until he lifts himself off you, to discard the condom. You scoot a little, making space for him to cuddle with you. He joins you under the bedcover.

“S-So, do tell me… How did I do…?”

“Hmmm, well… Newton… I’d have to say… It’s a secret!” you exclaim as you turn your body, your back facing him.

“W-What? [Name], tell me!”

“Oh shut up and cuddle me, Newt,” you say as you pull his hands to hug you.

He pouts and you peck him on the lips, whispering a brief goodnight, before drifting to sleep.

Before drifting to sleep though, you think to yourself that you do enjoy a dominant Newt. Very much so, despite his true nature. But you’re not going to tell him that. It would certainly stroke his ego even more. And you’ve been enjoying your role as the dominant one in bed.

It seems that it will take a few more practices to explore your interests even more.