i want her body so much

Control her -Justin Bieber imagine(mature)

In which Justin and Y/N experiments with handcuffs.

I click the handcuffs around her dainty wrists to the white metal bedframe. I couldn’t wait to please her, to take control but after all this was Y/N idea.

“Are you sure Y/N, I don’t want to force you into anything.” I say seriously. I didn’t want to pressure her into something out of her comfort zone. I wrap my arms around her her neck, pulling her close to me. The presence of her smaller body against mine was so pleasing and satisfying, making me want to clutch her so tightly and never let her go. “I want to please you though” she says softly. I continue to hug her tighter, “You do please me.” She did. She pleases more than anything else, anyone else. She didn’t know how much I needed her.

A sudden soft touch against my bare chest breaks me off my day dream. I do remember Y/N reply to the topic. She accidently found out my pleasure for a submissive lover. Why didn’t I clear my history off my Macbook.

“Justin, what are you waiting for?”

A melodiously giggle rings into my ears. I glance down to see a smile spawn over her face. She pouts her lips into a cute experrison. I lean down to kiss her lips.

Was she this impatience?

“Getting impatient are we now? I say to tease her, smiling cheekily at her.

I softly grip the sides of her waist, caressing her skin as softly as possible not wanting to freak her out or anything. I pull my head back to examine her body sprawled all out in front of me. I instantly lick my lips at the sight. The wildness of her hair, covering the white pillow beneath her, framing her gorgeous face. Not to mention her tender nubs all out for me, that I wanted to bite so bad. I bite down harshly on my bottom lip, trying to steady myself and not to break the self control I have. I lean down, pecking her stomach ever so slightly.

I move down eyeing her heat. I glance up to find her watching my movements with wide eyes. I leave one of my hands off her waist and brush my thumb between her legs. She muffles a whine above me. I pull my face away evilly, continuing to slowly rub her through her thin panties. I could already feel her wetness through the fabric, no doubt in my mind she’ll fall apart soon. I did love the control I had over her.

“Baby?” I whisper, prying her eyes to open.

She has her eyes shut tightly, clutching onto her bottom lip between her teeth. She was a sight to see, a sight that’ll only be mine. The way her body will squirm and shuffle under mine made me lose my mind. I did feel bad for torturing her but at the same time it made me feel superior. I wanted to see her shake in pleasure beneath me, to hear her name from her sweet lips over and over again. Y/N suddenly breathes out my name, turning my full attention back to her.

“Please give me something mor-e.” She harshly yanks against the handcuffs.

I grin as I hear the dangling sound of the metal hitting against each other. I pull my thumb away from her heat, grinning evilly. She whimpers in disappointment.

“Tell me, Y/N.” I say, staring at her face as I continue, “tell me what you want me to do.”

She narrows her eyes at me, disappointment evident in her eyes. I hover my body above hers, placing both my arms beside her head. She focuses her eyes at me, flicking her orbs over my face. I roughly plunge two digits in her heat. The tightness of her walls rubbing against my fingers made me leave a low groan from my throat. God she was so tight and wet. She opens her mouth, a barely audible gasp leaves her sweet lips, the high pitched whine was like music to my ears. The noise sending a tingling shiver straight to my shaft. She thrust her hips up to my working fingers. I chuckle at her cute attempt to get more friction.

“Patience baby,” I whisper lowly as I speed up my movements a tad, her walls so incredibly amazing against my fingers, making me think about giving up and going straight to fucking her until she cries out for me to stop. I let out a groan even at the thought of it.

I glance down to her heat. My fingers moving into her heat a fast pace, her panties fully soaked, creating a patch.

How was she so wet?

I retract my fingers from her heat, a string of juices along with it. My fingers were fully glistening with her juices. I bring my fingers to my lips, sucking slowly, making sure to tease Y/N. The facials of her aftermath was so sexy. She looked so vulnerable and fucked, just the way I liked it. She bites her lip, making me wildly growl at the sight of her. I quickly pull my fingers out and practically rip her panties off. The waiting needed to be over. I tug down my sweatpants and boxers in one swift go, not wanting to wait any longer. My mind could only focus one thing and that pleasing Y/N. My shaft feels so amazing to finally free from what felt like torture. I aline my shaft with her awaiting heat. I slowly push in, thrusting carefully, making sure to not hurt Y/N. I suck in a breath at the feeling of her walls around my member. She gasps above me.

“Are you ok babe?” I breathe out.

“Yea-h, just move a bit.”

I happily oblige to her request and begin to thrust my hips in a steady pace, the feeling making me lose control instantly. I speed up my thrusts. I look down to her face. Her eyes were shut tightly, her mouth slightly parted with little pants leaving her lips. I glance down to where our bodies are joined, memorised by the erotic sight. I slam into her harder, wanting to bring us to our orgasms faster. I start to feel sweat build up on my forehead. I could feel my orgasm coming a little too fast with the way she was rubbing my shaft to amazingly. I bring my eyes to her chest. I could see the way her chest was moving, beating fast like a drum. I take a nipple between my teeth and bite on it teasingly. I knew how much she liked it when I did. My name sweetly leaves her lips.

“I can’t hold on any long-er,” she breathes out along with many heavy pants.

I tuck my head in her neck. I grunt lowly as I feel her walls clench around my shaft, indicating she was already there. She leaves a high pitched whine as she squirms her body below me. The warmth of her unsteady breathing blowing into my left ear. I push a final thrust before I feel myself let go. I leave a string of curse words as I spill my seed inside of her. I pull out, slapping my body against hers like a dead piece of meat.

“Justin, move away from me,” She laughs as she tries to push me off her body.

“You’re sweaty, stop it,” she continues to whine like a baby.

I laugh breathlessly at her immature pleads for me to get off her. I forcefully push my tired sweaty body off hers. That was amazing. She was amazing. Y/N was someone I only met a month ago. Even though of the age gap between us, our relationship was perfectly stable.

“Untie me please?” I glance up to see Y/N wriggling her wrist against the restraints. I chuckle at her, almost forgetting about the handcuffs.

“You are amazing Y/N,” I say as I lightly peck her lips.

IMPORTANT  CONCERNING  PORTRAYAL   /    BLOG    /   TIMELINE   .

okay  so  this  has  been  a  long  time  coming   .    recently   ,   i’ve  not  been  playing  nancy  the  way  i’ve  wanted  to  play  her   .     idk   to  me   ,   she’s  too  nice   .     nancy  drew    ————   the  1930s  nancy  drew    ——–   is  so  much  more  that  sugary  sweetness   .     she’s  aggressive   ,   assertive    &    headstrong   .     she  rarely  says  please    &    takes  matters  into  her  own  hands   ,   never  to  back  down  from  a  negative  answer   .     in  my  portrayal   ,   nancy’s  saccharinety  is  a  mask  to  a  hollow  ribcage  inside   ,   a  decaying  body  that’s  so  very  tired  from  so  many  years  of  carrying  other’s  burdens    &    the  burdens  of  the  people  she’s  watched  die   .     she  deals  with  nightmares   ,   trauma    &    so  many  other  things   .     she’s  a  siren    &    a  female  lazarus    ;    a  fire    &    a  wilting  rose   .     these  metaphors  will  be  making  an  appearance  back  onto  this  blog    .     honestly  i  love  writing  in  prose   .     i’m  gonna  be  practicing  throughout  this  week   ,   starting  a  muse  journal  for  nancy    &    taking  more  time  in  replies   .    this  leads  me  to  my  next  thing    :

i  will  begin  writing  longer  things   ,   just  to  get  practice  in  writing   .     this  is  a  passion  of  mine    &    something  i  take  rather  seriously   .     (     a  serious  hobby   ,   however  odd   .     )     i’m  striving  for  at  least  one  paragraph  replies   ,   but  idk  yet   .     i  also  look  for  forming  friendships   .    you  guys  know  how  shit  i  am  at  communication    &    i’m  super  sorry    ———    i’m  working  on  it   .

finally   ,   the  timeline  of  this  blog  is  weird   ,   but  it  will  mostly  follow  after  the  previous  nancy  drew  game   ,   where  she  goes  to  find  out  what  happens  with  her  mother   .     i  will  be  following  an    alternate    route  of  the  game   ,   however   ,   where  the  villain  of  the  game  went  through  with  manipulating  nancy  into  believing  that  her  mother  was  alive   .     please  note  that  this  shatters  nancy’s  ability  to  trust  other  people  in  personal  information    &    trivial  information  alike   .    it  also  makes  her  more  wary  when  making  friends   ,   so  this  will  come  into  play   .

so  yeah   .     that’s  basically  it   .

an incomplete list of the batshit insane things hermione’s done

-prioritized her education over her life

-instantly became ride or die with harry after the troll incedent

-set snape on fire

-brewed an illegal potion for two months in the girls’ bathroom

-turned into a furry

-immediate thought upon encountering a giant murdersnake was ‘better make sure the others find this page on my helpless petrified body bc god knows they won’t figure it out themselves’

-wanted to take finals after like a month in a magical coma

-traveled through time to get even more homework

-figured out lupin was a werewolf and didn’t tell anyone because he was a relatively competent teacher compared to magic ryan seacrest and literal voldemort

-essentially snatched trelawney’s weave gotdamn

-slugged draco malfoy, terrified him and his hulking buddies into running, went back in time to watch it again

-confronted a werewolf and his alleged mass murderer friend because, again, ride or die

-broke time travel laws in order to jailbreak azkaban escapee and his pet hippogriff

-dated an international sports star

-put up with all the vile shit rita skeeter wrote about her

-joined secret order dedicated to fighting voldemort

-put up with harry’s shit

-imprisoned a woman in a jar for months, blackmailed her into doing what she wanted

-formed and organized secret defense class, peer pressured harry into leading it

-permanently disfigured the girl who ratted them out. snitches get stitches.

-manipulated the shit out of umbridge

-basically left her to rot in the forbidden forest

-went to fight death eaters with like six of her mates despite her misgivings (RIDE. OR. DIE.)

-immediately agreed to destroy the dark lord’s soul with her buddies despite not having any idea how (RIDE! OR! DIE!)

-mind wiped her parents and made them go to australia to keep them safe

-essentially singlehandedly kept harry and ron alive and functional for the majority of the deathly hallows

-wore the locket while still managing not to be a shithead

-got the shit tortured out of her by bellatrix lestrange. didn’t go insane.

-fought in the battle of hogwarts. didn’t die.

-was unfailingly loyal and did everything she could to keep harry safe for seven years, even when he was quite frankly being a jackass

IG@Sheriboberry
260 lbs ➡️ 150 lbs.
The picture on the left almost brought me to tears. It was the day of my sisters wedding. You can see the depression in my eyes. You can see my unhappiness, insecurities, utter hate for my body. I remember that day so clearly… I couldn’t wait for it to be over. Seeing family members and friends I hadn’t seen in years. Taking tons of pictures that would be framed, put on facebook. And there I was… Hating myself. The body I lived in. I didn’t want to see anyone. Yet alone people I hadn’t seen in so long. And take pictures? It was pretty much a nightmare for me. I remember avoiding shopping for a dress for weeks. My sister literally had to make me. I was convinced I could “lose a few pounds” before her wedding.. And I refused to go dress shopping until I had done so. Well as the day crept up on me… I had actually gained weight rather than lost it. And so there I was…. Unhappy, depressed, disgusted, angry, bitter. Thinking why is this happening to me? How did my life get to this point…

People ask me everyday how I did it. & especially how I kept going… even on the bad days.

‘Success is moving from failure to failure without losing enthusiasm. ’
THIS quote. Throughout my weight loss journey.. and even now.. I continually reminded myself of these words. Why? Because there WILL be failure. It’s apart of the process… the difference is what you chose to do with it. You have to want it badly enough to push through the failures and endure the pain of change. Which there will be pain. And you have to be willing at any given moment… to give up temporary satisfaction for long term success.
Weight loss isn’t just about your physical self, it’s about changing your mind as well. If you can change your mind you can change your body.
I made up my mind ✔
Changed my mindset on how I viewed food and ultimately how I viewed myself✔
Stopped making excuses ✔
and NEVER let the failures keep me down ✔

“I love Rouge she’s my fave”

“But her design is just awful, sexualization much?”

she’s funny
always making me laugh,
if I didn’t say so myself,
she’s my second half.
the longing that has been haunting
her internal consciousness is finally regained.
she’s finally wanted
and heres how this will be explained.
Her father left, her mother unexpressed.
raining down tears of sadness she remained well-founded
and suppressed her fears.
Assisting everyone as she’s collapsing at the bridge of her feet, shaking down not able to stand for much longer.
All she wanted was to be relaxing.
Her body ached, her eyes enlarged, not baring a single minute of each school day.
She found purpose.
and she stood tall no longer nervous for the sadness to flood her veins.
She remodeled and rebuilt who she was to who she is now.
Her sadness will remain forbidden in the pits of her soul, away from the surface above.
and this is where something called love is in control.
Love is guiding her gently through the horrifying abyss.
finding her way through the terrifying reality that not everyone will bow to her feet.
Looking around, her palms sweaty, people talking, as if their lips were walking. But what they were articulating, was echoing through her manipulating sanity.
love guides her out of the insanity that is aching to fill her foreign constitution.
the difficulties she encounters are only mountains to be climbed and oceans to cross.
Never the less will love help her across.
She’s stronger than love, she doesn’t need love.
But without her love she wouldn’t be above the rest of society.
Cancer is her sign, very vulnerable at any given time.
But she doesn’t usually face her design head on.
compatible with a pisces, they fit just fine. heightened emotions mixed with romantic ambitions, the two will eternally love each other like fine wine at a celebration.
she knows how to make you feel invincible.
Like you are the most visible sight in her journey through this universe. No need to question her love because she will devote herself to the one she cherishes most.
Beautiful is an understatement.
She has honey sweet lips. They are lilac soft.
she has a soothing voice. And a joyous personality.
Only anyone around her felt warm inside.
Uneasy at times she does not notice the rays of sun that radiate when she smiles.
They would travel for miles, at least 3,032 to a place called New York.
Big city, bright lights. Not a fantasy but a dream, you could almost imagine hearing her adolescent tittering about the unfamiliar city.
Her heart internally placed in New York, but not the city itself.
A girl perhaps, holds her heart, firm- like a scholar and his smarts.
undying trust in one another the two of them slowly developed into one.
fighting the distance soon enough it’ll be all done.
No more distance no more patience.
So here I am, describing my extraordinary girlfriend, the love and compassion she has for her beloved family, friends and me. Enough to last a lifetime.
when you read this I hope this gives you the confidence that lies between my eyes and yours. I see the girl that can get through it all. Who will never truly fall.
—  She’s my world 

the way Bellamy said “Clarke…” all soft and gentle reblog if you agree

And she was greedy,” He said, a gentle smile forming on his face. “But she was greedy in all the right ways. She didn’t want material things. She was greedy for the feeling of being loved so much that her heart felt happy almost all the time. She was greedy for being called princess and baby. She was greedy for my eyes, and for my laugh. For the way my lips felt on hers. For the way her small body fit in my big sweaters. She was greedy for my love. And oh god, was I ever greedy for hers.
—  Greedy (6:38 AM)
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Since I love Komugi so much I wanted to show you guys what I’ve been working on for the past year! She is a DIM Laia head on a Leekeworld art body, and she is such a sweetheart I love her so much~~

I just got her clothes done the other day and I just love how she is turning out! I might get a better wig sometime for her piggy tails. I want to also get her some shoes and a few cute outfits in the future~

I dreamt about you last night. You were touching me; rubbing your hands down my body, and I swear, in that moment, just for a second, we were where we should be. Together.

anonymous asked:

I'm new here and I've gotta ask, if Undyne and Alphys are swapped, then how come Undyne looks like she's in better shape than Alphys? I only ask because Alphys looks like she's fat instead of muscular.

Well, Alphys muscles aren’t sculpted like you typically see muscles on models and in movies/Tv shows, but doesn’t mean she is fat. She just isn’t “cut.” Just like just because Undyne is skinny doesn’t mean shes “fit.” 

Muscles actually used for strength don’t look like you would typically think they do. Most the things you see in movies and all that are “for show” muscles and while yes, they are strong, they aren’t nearly as strong as muscles meant for pure strength. This lovely lady here

is a woman who has built muscle purely for strength and Alphys is modeled more after someone like her. Alphys doesn’t build muscle for show, she builds them to kick butt and because of her natural body type and stature, she ends up looking more like the lady above. Alphys is thick and short, more compact. So she can come off as “chubby” sometimes when really she isn’t at all. 

Shes definitely got muscles. They just aren’t “chiseled” like you typically see, as my husband puts it. Shes also got wide hips and thick stomach muscles. I need to draw them one day just because swol women make me happy. 

Even if she truly had more body fat, she could still be fit and strong af, making her a powerful Guard Captain. Like a sumo. Those guys can be scary.

And trust me, Undyne in RB isn’t fit. She’s just lucky enough to be one of those people whose always skinny. She’s strong enough to lift some machinery, but ends up using other machines or calling DPB or Alphys to come help her lift the heavy things. She doesn’t have much muscle really. Though sometimes she wishes she had the proper motivation to build up some.  

Sorry this was so long. You know when you see a long post from this blog, it’s 99% of the time from me or I had a big hand in it. I can’t keep things short to save my life. 

~ Sol

  • Higuchi: You should smile more, you look mean all the time..
  • Akutagawa: That's because I'm mean.
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“You know that feeling when you see someone getting off a bus and their body language as they disembark… you can feel everything about that experience. I think we carry so much and communicate so much through our bodies. And there’s a really kind of guttural connection to that, as simple as seeing someone smile and wanting to smile. We share so much through small gestures that we make everyday and, for me, cinema is a language to express that because it can put you in the point of view of another body like no other medium. There’s traditional dance on film but I’m also interested in this other space, which is focused on just how we communicate, and how to express that through such a vibrant and living art form.”

Read: Tribeca alumnus Anna Rose Holmer talks to Matthew Eng about her gorgeous and psychologically-astute feature directorial debut, The Fits, now back at Metrograph for a limited time only!

😍Guys😍, I'm 😲shaking😲. I'm fucking😲 shaking😲. I never wanted to 👉👌🍆🍑breed 🍑🍆👉👌with anyone more than I want to with 🎃👻Halloween 👻✝️Mercy.✝🎃️ That 💯perfect,💯 ⏳curvy ⏳😍body.😍 Those 😍bountiful😍 🍈breasts🍈. The 👪child 👪bearing😍 hips😍 of a 🖼️💐literal goddess💐🖼️. It honestly fucking 😳😳hurts😳😳 knowing that I'll never ❤️👅💋mate ❤️👅💋with her, ⬆️pass⬆️ my 👖genes👖 through her, and have her 👑birth👑 a set of 👪💯perfect offspring.💯👪 I'd do fucking💰💰💰 ANYTHING💰💰💰 for the chance to get 🎃👻Halloween👻✝️ Mercy✝️🎃 pregnant. ☠️A ☠️N ☠️Y ☠️T ☠️H☠️ I ☠️N☠️ G☠️. And the fact that I can't is quite honestly ❎too much ❎to fucking 🐻bear.🐻 Why would 🌨️Blizzard🌨️ create something so 💯perfect? 💯To fucking 😈tantalize😈 us? Fucking 😂laugh 😂in our💩 faces?!💩 ⚰️Honestly guys, I just fucking can't anymore. Fuck.⚰️

There was so much in that moment with Richonne that I wanted to mention:

-Their slight height difference.

-Rick saying ‘see you soon.’

-Rick’s hand on her waist (and then her backside; of this I am certain).

-Michonne closing the distance between their bodies.

-The Kiss!

-Them looking at each other with desire, gratitude, adoration and love.

-Michonne gently stroking his face.

-Forehead touches.

-Nose touches.

-Her holding his upper arm.

-Rick saying ‘thank you’.

-His voice sounding deeper after The Kiss.

-Her watching him walk away.

Then I realised: it was probably their first kiss since everything happened and Rick most certainly wanted to ‘stick around’.


Leave me here with my life ruined, please.

I Smoked A Dead Man's Cigarette.

I smoked a dead man’s cigarette,

earlier today.

Pulled it from his rotting hand,

lit up, and puffed away…

It was nice to have some company,

to sit and chat awhile,

Even if even if he was quiet,

and had a bleeding, rat-chewed smile.

I drank some lady’s coffee;

(She was dead. She didn’t care.)

I told her I was lonely,

But she just stared her glazey stare.

I haven’t wanted to eat much,

which is good; there’s not much to eat–

Rats have gotten most of the food,

and the bodies are maggoty meat.

It’s been a week since the bombs rained down,

and I thought everybody was gone,

But tonight I heard sounds–shuffling and growls–

So I’m awake, just waiting for dawn…

Almost wishing something would kill me,

And end all this fear and grief….

When you’re the last one, at the end of the world,

Death just comes as relief.

Stay With Me — Newt Imagine

Anons:  “ can you do a full on smut newt x reader please??” & “ Can I get a newt imagine with him being 26 and reader 23-24 and feeling self conscious and too old for her?”

After a shit load of time trying to write, it’s finally here. Sorry for taking so long!  :( I had ver busy holidays plus I had a humongous writer’s block. But I finally made it! I hope you like it! :D 

Stay With Me — Newt Imagine

Disclaimer: smut towards the end. :p  

Newt went immediately to work, and check out on some creatures. In the last two years you’ve been travelling with him as his companion. Spending so much time with him, you learned how to read his body language. He was hurt. He didn’t want Jacob to forget about him and everything he’d seen. He always did this. Whenever he felt hurt or angry, he would work on something to calm himself down. Seeing him work after something happened meant he wasn’t ready to talk about it just yet.

You followed his steps and walked to one of the rooms in the case. You looked for the room with a dark forest in it, looking for thestrals. He had heard of a creature that could only be seen when people saw death for the first time. Newt couldn’t see them after all. Not even after what happened in Sudan. He didn’t get to see the girl die. He met you in the middle of a forest, and you were taking care of a wounded thestral, and that was the sparkle in his head that made him ask you to travel with him, so you could help him take care of the thestrals.

You helped Newt with the beasts, and learned from him. But the thestrals were your entire job, and you tried to learn as much from them and showed Newt what you learned.

You walked inside the forest room, with a bucket with meat. As you fed them, Newt was staring at you. Paying close attention to your moves, trying to imagine where the thestrals could be. At the same time, he was staring at you with such tenderness. Tina noticed the way he was looking at you and immediately knew how he felt. Queenie’s mind reading skills weren’t necessary to see the humongous crush Newt had on you.

“Have you told her?” Tina broke the silence with a gentle whisper.

Newt flinched and looked away immediately. He scratched his head, trying to seem distracted and oblivious.

“You should tell her how you feel” Tina continued.

Newt felt his face blush a little and shook his head, looking at his feet. He shrugged and walked towards one a small tree with bowtruckles in them climbing the branches.

“No, no, no” He chuckled awkwardly. “I-I don’t think that would be appropriate” He muttered.

As they spoke, Queenie entered the case and walked towards Tina, as they both exchanged looks, and Queenie knew what was going on. She then looked at Newt, as he played with Picket in his fingers.

“Why not?” Tina asked “I’ve seen her, and I’m pretty sure she likes you too”

“It’s true” Queenie confirmed what her sister had just said.

Newt remained silent, deep in his thoughts. He didn’t want to tell them why, he felt ridiculous. He knew it was a silly reason, but he felt even sillier admitting it. Besides, he didn’t want to risk it. The two of them worked perfectly together, he didn’t want to ruin that.

“He feels too old for her…”

“Please don’t read my mind” Newt interrupted Queenie, raising his voice a little bit. “Please”

You heard Newt’s voice and looked towards him, wondering what could be going on. A Thestral bumped its head against your arm, You turned back around and petted him, trying to pay attention to what they were talking. They kept talking, however, you could hardly get anything from what they were saying.

“But Newt” Tina continued. “You look 25, she looks 21, I don’t see the problem…”

“I-I’m actually 27, and she just turned 22” Newt muttered.

“Honey, 5 years isn’t much of a difference” Queenie said sweetly. “And she doesn’t care”

Newt looked up at her, meeting her blue eyes, and then looking back at his feet again, he shrugged.

They remained silent, and you decided to go back with them. You couldn’t hear anything from what they said, but you decided to shrug it off. Tine and Queenie looked at you as you When you caught up with them, you stood next to Newt, as he shyly smiled at you.

“Well, I guess we should go home…” Tina said.

“Y-yeah, it’s getting late. I should probably buy tickets for the ship to England” Newt added quickly.

“No ship leaves this late, you’ll have to wait for tomorrow. You can stay in our place if you want to. You’ll have a bed where to sleep, a nice dinner, and hot cocoa” Tina said with a soft smile. “What do you think?”

Newt smiled warmly at Tina and bowed gently.

“That sounds delightful, thank you” he whispered. “Let me tell Y/N”

“Okay, we’ll wait for you outside” Tina said, as she and Queenie walked towards the stairs.

You were unable to hear anything from the conversation, and gave up. You remained petting the thestrals, as a little one was running in circles around your feet. Newt walked inside the room, but stayed at the entrance. He called your name softly, like a gentle purr from a cat.

“Yes, Newt?” You said turning around.

“We’ll have to spend the night here with the girls. But tomorrow we’re more going back to England. I was thinking of buying the tickets for the first ship tomorrow, and then arrive to Tina’s and Queen’s place to have dinner and get some rest…”

“Sure” you smiled at him.

It was a natural reflex for Newt to smile back at you with the biggest of smiles. His green eyes sparkled, and a light blush covered his cheeks. He walked out the room, and you followed him closely, as you two made your way outside the case. Newt told Tina he was going to buy the tickets and you were going to see them both in their apartment. The two girls nodded and wished you luck before they left towards their building.

* * *

Once back at the girls’ flat, and after dinner, you were staying in an improvised room with magic. Newt was staying in the same room he had stayed with Kowalski. You were reading one of the books Tina and Queen had, until a soft knock on the door distracted you. You grabbed your want next to your bed and waved it, opening the door.

Newt poked its head from the other side and asked if it was okay to come in.myou giggled and nodded, as he walked inside, closing the door behind him.

“I didn’t wake you, did I?” He asked. You shook your head softly, and showed him the book you were reading. “Great. I don’t feel like sleeping just yet, but also I don’t feel like being alone, so I thought I could come here…” He said, looking down shyly, as his face turned slightly red.

“It’s okay, Newt” you assured him “I’m not feeling like sleeping either” you muttered, as he smiled at you, like saying thank you. “Newt, can I mask you something?” Newt nodded immediately. You always asked him if you could ask something, and newt found that incredibly cute. “Earlier, while I was feeding the thestrals, you were talking with Tina and Queen, I didn’t hear anything, except when you raised your voice all of a sudden…I mean, it’s none of my business, I just wanted to know if you were okay”

Newt looked at the floor, and took a deep breath.

“Yeah, I’m fine” he said, smiling at you.

You knew he was lying, and that he had lied so you wouldn’t worry about him. You sat on the bed and patted the bed softly, telling him to sit next to you.

“Are you sure, Newt?” You said, as he walked towards the bed, sitting next to you.

He sighed bitterly. He rested his elbows on his knees, and stared at the floor. He remained silent for several seconds. You were staring at him, knowing there was something in his mind, and he wanted to talk about it. He couldn’t bring himself to speak at first, and after a long silence, he sighed and looked at you.

“Can I ask you for a favour first?” Newt whispered, staring with his bright green eyes as you nodded. “Please don’t ask anything until I’m finished talking, and it’s not necessary for you to say something. If you want you can not talk about it, and that’ll be fine as well. And I want you to know that you’re free to chose whatever you’d like after I’m done…”

You chuckled lightly at what he said.

“Newt, you’re kinda scaring me. You sound like you’re about to fire me or whatever…I mean, I don’t precisely work for you, since we’re more like…partners in crime…” Your voice shook, as you slowly began to worry.

“What? No. No, no, no. I mean, no. I-I would never let you go…” He muttered, looking at you, and then blushed once rep he realised what he said. “Not unless you’d want to…”

“Newt, what’s wrong?” You said, brushing his cheek with your hand.

He grabbed your hand gently between his hands. He opened to mouth, but any sound came out of it. He took a deep breath, and looked down at your hands.

“Y/N” he began “I would never let you go, unless you wanted to. I-I’d never hold you back…But that’s not the point.” He shut his eyes closed, and continued talking. “Y/N, I really like you. A lot, actually.” You gawked, trying to assimilate everything in your head, however, he continued talking. “But I’ve always felt really stupid about it…and insecure” He sighed. “Earlier, Tina noticed the way I was looking at you, while you fed the thestrals, and immediately knew what was happening. Then Queen read my mind, and told me it was ridiculous for me to think that I felt too old for you…”

“Newt, you’re barely five years older than me…” You interrupted him softly.

Newt looked at the floor, without saying anything. You grabbed his face in your hands and stared into his eyes, as he stared at you ashamed. Without giving it much thought, you leaned forward, pressing your lips. He remained a few seconds motionless before he kissed you back. You two intertwined your lips awkwardly, trying to figure out how to move.

Your guts began feeling wobbly, and your stomach suddenly felt funny. You’d been into Newt after the first few months of travelling with him. He was so gentle and nice all the time, it was impossible for you to fall for him. And now, he’d finally told you he liked you back.

After several seconds, you  finally synched, and began to be pulled away from reality, and towards a heating passion. Newt brushed your cheek with his finger, and continued to trace a delicate line down your neck. He was kissing you with such tenderness, although he occasionally bit your lip. You played with his hair, and grabbed some of it in your grip, as you pulled him closer.

His hands held your waist lightly and pushed you gently over the bed. Once he was on top of you, you began to lose control of yourself. Feeling his weight on top of you made your skin shiver. His kiss was warm, passionate, full. You could no longer think, you were just acting.

He kneeled on the bed, and unbuttoned down his vest and shirt as he took them off. You kneeled on the bed in front of him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he kept kissing you. Newt placed his hands on your waist and moved them up your back, underneath your jumper. He then moved his hands to your shoulders and took off your jumper. You began unbuttoning your white shirt and took it off.

Newt began kissing your neck as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His lips brushed your skin all the way to your shoulders. He went back to your lips and kept kissing them sweetly. He tightened his grip, squeezing you against him, as you felt his warm chest against yours. You suddenly became aware of his erection against your body, and felt turned on by it.

You placed your hands on his chest and moved them down to his hips. You then tried to undo his belt, but found it slightly hard. Newt helped you out, and took off his pant. You lied on the bed, as he crawled next to you and started leaving small kisses on your face, as he used one of his hands to trace delicate lines with his fingers on you belly, going down to your crotch.

He stopped kissing your face, but remained close.

“Can I…?” He asked, as you nodded, before leaned forward, kissing you, brushing his tongue against your lip teasingly.

His hand went under your underwear and skirt. You moaned softly, as you felt his warm touch on your clit. You bit him gently, as he sighed deeply. You felt his warm fingers caress you and without previous warning he fingered you, making you moan even louder. You tightened around his fingers, feeling your body grow warm.

Newt broke the kiss at once and pulled your skirt along with your panties and threw them on the floor. He then took of his underwear and crawled back on top of you. You blushed and stared into his eyes, as his sweet stare was melting you down.

“Stay with me” He whispered, “Y/N. Please, stay with me” He brushed your cheeks with his fingers as he spoke.

“I want to stay with you, Newt” You purred as he leaned forward and gently pressed his lips on yours for a few seconds.

“If it’s okay if I…”

“Please do” You interrupted him, as he smiled shyly and you noticed him blush.

“Y/N” He moaned as he slowly filled you in.

You groaned and clawed your fingers on his back, as he kissed your shoulder. He began moving his hips slowly, deeply. You wrapped your legs around his hips, and pulled him closer whenever he pushed his body closer to you.

“Newt” You inhaled sharply as he thrusted in.

“Y/N” He breathed to your ear. “You feel so tight”

As time went by, he began gaining speed and strength. And the sweet kisses were turning into passionate ones and occasional bites. You felt his arm muscles tighten as he held you close, going deeper inside you with every thrust. The silence of the night soon faded and your moans and groans filled the room.

He sat on the bed and pulled you on top of him, and snaked his arm around your waist, as he kissed your neck. This time you were moving your hips. You were moving slowly yet, pushing your hips strongly, as he groaned your name in a low voice, and tightening his grip on your skin. He gently bit your neck, containing his moan. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

As you felt yourself climax, and the warmth spread like wildfire all over your body, you tightened around Newt. Newt noticed you were cumming and pushed you to the bed, pinning your wrists against the bed as he thrusted faster and stronger than before as you screamed his name. You wrapped your legs around his waist quickly, still feeling your orgasm electrify every inch of your body.

Hearing your shaky voice call his name made him shiver and buried his face next to your head, as he kept thrusting before he came. He pushed one last time, deeper, as you felt his back muscles contract, and with your legs you pushed him even deeper, and hugged him tightly as he came inside of you.

The two of your were panting, as the room became silent again. Newt pulled out but remained on top of you, catching his breath. You brushed his shaggy hair softly.

“Newt” You called his name gently.

“Yeah Y/N?” He breathed heavily.

“Stay with me tonight” You muttered.

He looked at you, blushing heavily and leaned forward, kissing you softly.

“Of course” He purred.