melting into the floor

anonymous asked:

HAHAHAHAHAHA! Typical, blocked me because I would make you look like shit. Faggot.

Only person I’ve blocked today is the pedophile apologist from this morning who looks like a slowly melting marshmallow that’s been dropped on the floor of a hair salon. You couldn’t make me look bad on your best day and I blocked you because you were literally defending a child rapist so like…. why bother?

Also, if you’re blocked, how much trouble did you have to go through to send me this? Damn, you must really be triggered, conservative snowflakes are all the same - scream about how sensitive everyone else is and then throw a literal temper tantrum when people don’t wanna hear you out about why a pedophile isn’t actually a pedophile.

Also, faggot? Really? Oh noooo, whatever will I do being called something I’ve heard a hundred times, my poor delicate feelings… lol.

Oh and this persons URL is @putmeincoach

Mating.[Newt Scamander Oneshot.]

Finally, right? Here’s Part One. Part Two will be coming tomorrow. did i mean for this to be 3,000+ words and almost 8 pages long? no. but it is.


Originally posted by newdscamander

Title: Mating.
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader.
Words: 3,302.
Rating: M. (mild sexual content).


The night had started off just like any other you found yourself in. There were a few lights on in your home, there were also a few candles and an already dying fireplace set in the living room that gave off a wonderful heat and a sort of picturesque lighting. Your coat, as well as an appealing blue coat were hung up by the door, shoes popped off on the floor below them, snow now melting off their heels. A familiarly worn Hufflepuff scarf was accompanying the jackets on their hooks, an unspoken reminder to Newt of who he really was.

There was an absolute feeling of love and tenderness wafting through the air and there was no need for words anymore. Newt had a way of being so alluring without even intentionally thinking of appearing so, and you found yourself mesmerized by this. The cut of his jawline, the sinking in his cheekbones that gave him a specific unique look you’d never seen before. The freckles that tickled along the the bridge of his nose onto his tinted cheeks. His sparkling green eyes that, if caught in the light just right, looked as bright as a leaf mid-summer. He was surely beautiful, you thought to yourself with a dazzled sigh.

Unbeknownst to you, Newt was thinking very similarly. He wanted nothing more than to reach across the table and pull you close to him, his lips devouring yours in a kiss that would last near minutes until your lungs needed the satisfaction of air. He stayed still though, and swallowed in the fantasy running vividly in his imagination. For a second there, he could almost feel your hair brushing through his fingertips as he cups your head in a very heated kiss. Newt could feel the shock and then you softening against his mouth to reply.

And really, there was nothing stopping him from doing such. But, Newt did worry about how you respond to such a frivolous, spontaneous and romantically inclined action. Positively or negatively? He was sure it would be positive but he was left feeling a bit insecure on the matter and decided to let things go paced as they are.

Twitching his fingers softly, he reached up with the hand that wasn’t on his thigh, picked up his cup of tea and took a sip. He took slight pleasure in the way the hot liquid ran down his throat as it woke him up from his fantasies.

Social dates were okay, but if Newt had a preference he would say that the in-home more private dates where the two of you simply enjoyed each other without the looking eye of the public were possibly his favorite kind. He found a sort of solace in being happy with so little; in the fact that there were a few things that he was head-over-heels for. His creatures were one and you were the other. Biting his bottom lip, Newt gawked at you, or at least that’s how it appeared. Regardless of the situation, whether he was out in public or in home like he was now, he wouldn’t have reduced his amount of compliments and gestures of adoration. It was interesting to say the least, to hear him so chatty as the night progressed.

You had deduced early on in your relationship with Newt, that he was a bit of a night owl and liked to stay up later than most everyone. He probably found himself with more energy during the night than any other time of day because it was then that he could tend to his creatures without the constant fear of being caught, or even being carried away in his case by a stranger that happened to stumble upon it. Now-a-days, atop the nights that he spend tending to his creatures, Newt also spent them with you as well. It was in the night that he first saw you under a dim New York street light, looking as angelic as ever. His eyes rested on you as you took a drink of tea, idly staring off into space. His lips tilted into a small grin. That night you looked just as beautiful as you did now.

It was in the night that he trusted you, and you trusted him and he introduced you to the inside of his case and to his creatures. Newt’s heart churned at the thought. You were so in love with all of them, and you had accepted them as a part of your family by choice.

It was in the nighttime that the two of you shared your first kiss. It was a night much like the one happening. Quiet, peaceful. And by the end of it, when Newt was ready to leave, hopping on one foot to another because the night had really gone on without any issues and he actually found himself able to connect with you unlike he was able to with many people, you stood in the doorway of your small one-bedroom apartment. It took him a push, and if Newt looked back on it now, you were actually the one who initiated the kiss. And god, he was so happy you had because he was almost certain he’d continue to chatter your ear off before you finally said goodbye.

The smile on his face melted from one of pure remembrance of moments passed to a soft glimmer of adoration and love as he stared intently at you.

“Now is it fair that you look so amazing and I look like I got dragged through a trash can?” Newt asked and moved his eyes back to the tea in front of him, sitting snug on the oak table. Lifting an arm, he rested his hand on this thigh and laughed more to himself.

Laughing quietly, you looked at your teacup bashfully and shrugged your shoulders, “Have you looked a mirror recently?”

“Not recently, no.” Newt smiled at you, the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth becoming present. They were what you called his ‘Genuine smile wrinklies’ because that’s what they were. They were the reminders that if you cannot smile, it’s never a good day. At least, that was one of his many philosophies.

“Oh, well. I guess you’ll never know how unreasonably handsome you are.” You swooned in your seat, placing the back of your hand on your forehead and leaning backwards in your seat to strike a dramatic pose. This made Newt smile as he studied the curve of your body and how you moved so subtly, so gracefully and oh so enchantingly.

“I can’t tell if you’re flirting or trying to be mean in a nice way.” Newt was smooth to retort with his own sass, staring at the tea in his cup before setting back on the table, “Unreasonably handsome is quite a stretch, I’d like to think of myself as average.” His sentence turned into a small mutter near the end as he looked around.

Rolling your eyes at his statement, you repeated yourself and stood up. “You should really look in a mirror sometime, Newt.”

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder-” Newt said and grasped your hand as you rounded the table, “And if you’re my beholder, than I shall believe I’m beautiful as long as you think I am.”

“You’re beautiful inside and out.” You gushed, entwining your fingers with his. Newt left his thigh with the kiss of his palm as he raised both arms around you and persuaded you into his lap. Kissing his knuckles gingerly, you sat yourself on his thighs. Tucking back some of your hair with his free hand, Newt studied the side of your face and chuckled lightly when you turned your head to peck at the fingers of that hand.

His breath caught in his throat at the feeling of your lips so mildly against the sensitive skin of his fingertips. You had left them slightly wet as you pulled away to look down at him, and something about that fact left him sitting a bit more stiff that he was before. Newt swallowed back the breath that had managed to get stuck before drawing in a deep, settling breath. Tilting his head forward, he rested it on your bare arm and shut his eyes. Just being so physically close to you was something special and felt like a privilege. And to Newt, it surely was. You were letting him into your life, you were letting him close and letting him love you, so in the end, to him, all of this was a privilege. Kissing your arm blindly, he tipped his head up and rested his chin on your shoulder.

Newt breathed in once again, focusing on the smells. He could smell perfume, something vague and very delicate. He could almost imagine a rose in his mind. Lying under that scent was something different. Much like animals producing their own scent to attract a mate, humans did very much the same thing or so Newt has recently discovered. A sex pheromone, he thought to himself and breathed out shakily. To say yours was different wasn’t a complete lie; to say that Newt found it amazingly suitable and attractive to only you would be a better way to put it. The natural smell you gave off, plus whatever perfume you decided to wear that day always toyed with his mind in the instances you walked by, or if the wind brought the smell to him. He supposed if humans were like animals he’d have to perform a mating dance, but alas, they weren’t.

He smiled gently. You were simply with him because you loved him and supported him. And that meant the world to him.

“You okay?” Your voice rattled him back to reality.

“Quite.” Newt murmured in the crook of your neck and left you with a ghostly kiss to your skin. “Just getting a bit tired, I suppose.”

“You want to go lay down?” You asked and brushed back some of his reddish-brown hair. It tangled between your fingers.

Newt thought about that for a second before nodding a bit too eagerly to a question of such stature.


With your back pressed against the oak door of your now shut bedroom, you found it hard to even focus on anything other than the deliciously plump lips that were smashing down onto yours, eradicating any thought of even getting to sleep early this evening. Newt was surely careful not to bump you too harshly against the door to avoid hurting you, his hands pressing against the wood and trapping you snug between a rock and a hard place. The rock being the door behind you and the hard place being Newt. With your dress already unzipped in the back, the chill of the air was running up and down your spine and only intensified as he pulled you away from the door, desperate to make some sort of attempt at getting to the bed.

If not, then the floor would have to suffice. That thought was surely wiped clear of his mind when he felt the back of his knees against your mattress. Strange, he thought to himself and furrowed his eyebrows, he could have sworn the bed was farther away than that. Sitting himself down, he gazed at the floor and then at you. “Come here.” Newt chided quietly, wrapping both arms around your waist and tugging you to lay on the bed. With a few shuffles and moans, he was finally on top of you.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable?” Newt whispered down to you whilst readjusting his body above yours. Grunting softly, the mere tightness of his clothing were making it difficult to maneuver properly.  Your were knees bent and placed between his legs, your back arching to accommodate to the messy blanket you were resting on, his hands keeping himself as steady as possible with them resting by your head on a soft pillow. Your dress would occasionally peek up your thighs as if they were playing a game with you, and though you bare noticed such a thing, Newt seemed to be thrilled by the second as more and more of smooth skin was being revealed.

Newt’s fingers would dive into your hair every so often when he had the strength which he seemed to have a small amount of as you nodded, tilting your head to the side to give his clothed forearm a seductive kiss. That was enough to make him falter, whether because of the heat you gave with every bit of affection or because of the undeniable thought of what was going to happen, Newt wasn’t sure. But, one thing was certain. So far, he was enjoying himself. He just hoped you were as well.

Newt didn’t want to crush you by letting his entire weight rest against your body, and opted for his bottom half to rest against yours. With his hips hugging yours, he lifted his torso a bit more and puffed it out. Your hands had left your side on the soft bed to touch his sternum before diving down to unbutton his shirt. One by one. Such a slow pace, Newt thought to himself and watched you with dilated green eyes. They were so heavily diluted, that in the luminescence given off by your nightstand light gave the appearance of his eyes being heavily darker than they were in natural sunlight.

He himself felt like he was floating on a cloud every time you’d even hover your lips above his, every time your hands would peep under his button up shirt and onto the bare skin of his neck. Goosebumps were rising and falling on his body as frequently as he breathed.

But then again, that was an understandable area for that kind of cuddling, that being on the chair in your dining room near the dying fire. The sort that could turn into something else given the circumstances. And it just so happened that the two of you found those exact conditions this evening. First on the chair, and then soon after in the bedroom down the hallway.

Friction at this point was the only thing he needed to worry about. The intense friction you would bring by barely even grazing your legs against his, giving him a touch here and there were enough to stir something deep inside of his mind. It was as if someone or something had hit him with an aphrodisiac causing a jolt of unsaturated craving to run vicariously through his veins. Either it was a good thing or things were going to be a disaster. Newt would have to see.

“I’m plenty comfortable.” You responded as another one of his shirt buttons came undone, “Are you though?”

Chuckling breathlessly at your inquiry, Newt craned his head down to capture your lips in the smoothest possible way. He was hoping that was an obvious answer to your question, his full plump lips melding against yours ever so slightly as his hips moved against yours to allow some more leverage in his movements. It would become much easier to move when he wasn’t completely constricted by tight clothing, he figured and watched with a sort of innocent eagerness as your hands pulled away his white button up shirt. With Newt’s shirt now completely unbuttoned and tossed haphazardly onto the floor, your hands found themselves on his torso.

You teased his skin with your fingernails, hoping to arouse him further. Unknowingly, you were playing with a fire that was only going to get hotter and hotter the more you handled it.

A reaction from Newt you would have expected was a shiver, maybe a small smile of shyness. But, as he pulled his mouth from yours to look down at you, you noticed something behind his gaze. And it was surely intentional, the pure intensity of his stare as he refused any sort of motion that would cause your eyes to unlock from one another, mouth agape and appearing to be much more bruised from the delectable way he was kissing you before. You could feel his breath on your face as you ogled up at him, entranced by his peering eyes.

Whether it be lust or want, perhaps a mixture of both, his green eyes sparked something inside of you mind that eventually, with very little motivation swirled through your body. A sort of confidence, really as you found yourself pleased with Newt’s response. Lightly, your fingernails traced down his smooth chest to rest on his navel to see what other reply you could get out of him. You could see the freckles that lined on Newt’s body, from his cheeks where they were splattered gently, to his slightly broad shoulders where they clustered together like tiny galaxies, all the way down to where the waistband of his dark brown pants danced around his slender waist.

That was a wonderful feeling for him. He couldn’t quite describe it, but if asked, Newt supposed he would say that it felt like a sort of tickle turned seductive. Newt knew where this was heading, which was why it wasn’t as ticklish as it would have been if you purposefully used your hands to trace his abdomen. Not to say your action didn’t make him chuckle because it did. The sound was slightly strangled by his lips pressing against yours once again, coaxing into deeper longer kiss than before.

Undeniably, Newt was turned on. With every ghost of your touch, with every kiss he was getting more and more to the place in his mind where he’d no longer heed to anything but the want. Newt wanted the favor of your bare body so close to his, his fingers touching unspeakable places they’d never wandered around before, his lips whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

He started with the latter, with the full intentions at getting you to the point of excitement that he found himself at. Craning his head down, Newt situated his mouth next to your ear. He made himself appear suspenseful as a small, deep chuckle resonated from somewhere deep inside of his chest. That sparked another flush of want to radiate down and throughout your entire body, as you had never actually heard him sound like that before.

The gently loving hands that were once cupping your cheeks were now pressing against the outsides of your thighs, teasing an already peeping dress further up. You could feel his fingers shaking against your skin ever so slightly, telling you that he was in fact nervous and was putting on a small facade of confidence, but regardless, seeing Newt in such a state was a thrill. 

He had let himself go slightly, and now rested his naked chest against yours to get closer to your ear. The leg that was between your legs was pressed further up, rubbing sensitively as Newt licked his lips and informed you, “I’m already shirtless, so I believe it’s time we make it a bit even, (Name). Fair is fair, after all.” His voice waved a bit at the end of his statement, but for Newt to have even gotten that far was amazingly sexy. Beyond that even. It was impressively sexy.

Biting down on your bottom lip, you laughed and tilted your head back against a pillow once again. “Have you been practicing pick-up lines?”

“Only slightly,” He said into your ear with an embarrassed chuckle, “Is it obvious?”

“Only a little.” You stifled your laughter and raised your hands onto his chest once again. You could see Newt shudder under your touch, leaving you to feel a bit more powerful than before. “But, my oh my…. Mr. Scamander. I had no idea you were so seductive.”


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Golly gosh I hope that was good. This was only part one, folks! Part two is coming your way tomorrow! Reblogs + likes are way appreciated and mean a lot! Have a good day/night!

vine

Hoseok’s reaction when a fan told him he is her favourite rapper and his rap is the best

My kid reacts to Episode 7

Sleeping together: “I’m trying not to pop my teddy bear’s head off that is so cute”

Guang-hong: “he’s biting a teddy bear!”

Chris: “He is both really good and bad”

“I’m really nervous for Yuri!”

 Victor’s mean comment: *throws toy across room*

After the fight: *pauses and goes up to his room to yell and throw things a bit to relieve feelings* 

Georgi: “he still looks like a jerk”

Near the end of Yuri’s program: “pause it please” *slowly slides down the sofa to the floor* “I’ve melted" 

“KISS! KISS!! KISS!!! KISS!!!! KISSS!!!!!!!! KISSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“I’ve done a triple faint!”

Final thoughts: “VICTUURI VICTORY”

They then jumped around the room screaming “THEY KISSED I CAN’T BELIEVE IT THEY ACTUALLY KISSED!” for quite awhile   

Aries – ripping off the band-aid, walking through a forest, being center stage, police sirens, fingernails tapping against a desk, boiling water, a sunflower field.

Taurus – chocolate melting, the ticking sound of a clock, blanket forts, sliding across a wooden floor in your socks, using sticks as swords, sunsets from the hood of a car.

Gemini – the scent that follows after you blow out a candle, how handwriting is like a voice, your first visit to a haunted house, a rigid spine, the sound of crunching leaves, church bells.

Cancer – holding hands in a hospital, lemonade on the hottest day of the year, a psychic’s parlor, sage & lavender & vanilla, hot air balloon ride over the city, windmills.

Leo – city life at night, an acid trip, paint splattered at the wall, bubblegum, a one-way ticket, broken mirrors.

Virgo – fireflies in the summer, back of the class, pacing & the click clack of high heels, bleach, waves crashing, sun kissed skin.

Libra – when the couple says “i do”, lucky charms, bonfires, finger painting, blowing kisses, ballet shows, sugar on the tip of your tongue, outstretched palms in the wrong direction.

Scorpio – being stuck at the top of a ferris wheel, wind in your hair during a midnight car ride at 90 mph, skin on skin, magnets on the refrigerator, a ceiling fan in the dead of night, sticky notes, foxes in the bushes.

Sagittarius – jet lag, a wolf howling, bad puns, five star restaurants, burning your tongue, chipped nail polish, walking barefoot through the mud, tree houses.

Capricorn – a loaded gun, the first snow fall of the year when everything is still and silent, the first breath after a panic attack, sun showers, the dreamy state when you’re running on no sleep, candy land, breaking through the surface.

Aquarius – cracking open a fortune cookie, city lights in the rain, scissors & wrapping paper, bats in caves, sneaking out for the first time, watching the sunrise with your best friends, a wildflower breaking through the cracks of a sidewalk.

Pisces – a canoe on the lake at dawn, wind chimes, spring, hundred year old trees, jazz music & feather boas, dream journals, glitter eye-shadow, art museums.
—  feeling association with the signs, a.l.

Little Rosie waddling up to Sherlock and saying with that little voice of hers, “Will you be mah valentime, unca shlock?” as she offers him whatever she has just doodled on a piece of paper for him, and Sherlock would proceed to melt into a puddle on the floor, and try his darndest to hide the fact that his eyes are welling up with tears while Molly attempts to snap a picture, or two, or a hundred. 

The signs as different sapphics
  • Aries: Space sapphic. Finding galxies in her eyes. Traveling at the speed of light, through a million galxies just to see her smile. Giving her a piece of the moon to keep in her bedside table. She thinks of you everytime the stars come out.
  • Taurus: Garden sapphic. Leaving freshcut flowers on her doorstep every summer. Planting flowers with her every spring. You weed your garden together, and your fingertips graze each other's.
  • Gemini: Moon sapphic. Staying up late with her. Connecting the freckles on her skin to make constellations. The moonlight streams in from her window, and you can't tear your eyes away from her sleeping face.
  • Cancer: Ocean sapphic. Tasting the salt on her skin. Skinny dipping by the light of the moon. Giving her rocks that you find on the ocean floor. Splashing her and melting when she giggles.
  • Leo: Summer sapphic. Laying in the front yard with her, tanning. Walking down to the ice cream parlor and feeding her a sundae. Watching storms roll over the horizon with her.
  • Virgo: Cafe sapphic. Waiting for her with her favorite drink ready. Studying together and rewarding each other's hard work with a kiss. Surprising her at work with a cup of coffee when she can't make a coffee date.
  • Libra: Artsy sapphic. Painting a portrait of her. Going on museum dates and thinking she's the most valuable piece of art anywhere you go. Asking her to pose nude for you, and you try not to blush too much or look for too long. Reenacting that scene from Ghost with the pottery wheel.
  • Scorpio: Vintage sapphic. Only touching in private. Everyone thinks you're just friends, but you two know better. Putting on her favorite record and slow dancing in your living room.
  • Sagittarius: Sun sapphic. Lazy mornings with her. Riding bikes and laughing too loud. Rubbing aloe and kissing her sunburn. Kissing all of her freckles.
  • Capricorn: Forest sapphic. Climbing a tree and leaning down across a branch to kiss her. Walking through the woods and protecting her from the spiders or bugs. Collecting different leaves and telling her all about the trees.
  • Aquarius: Winter sapphic. Cuddling with her on a winter night, underneath a quilt. Making her hot chocolate and kissing her cold forehead. Frolicking around in the first snowfall.
  • Pisces: Bookstore sapphic. Your eyes meet in between the bookshelves. You read her excerpts from your favorite book. You leave handwritten poems in her favorite books, she finds them every time. Sharing a kiss by the romance section.

i wish people knew without asking. somehow sense it. i had a hard day; please love me a little more than usual. something in that is a weight that’s too much to carry. it’s much easier to ignore it, to fight through it. the answer to not sleeping, to wide eyes, to a hurt you can’t ignore. just hide it until you can deal with it in private. i had a hard day, and my soul is melting into the floor. i had a hard day, please don’t ask me the details, just hold me and don’t let go.

Yoongi in his mind:  He is not cute. He is not cute… He is not cute He is not cute He is not cute He is not cute He is not cute He is not cute He is not cute He is not cute He is not cute He is not cute He is not cute He is not cute…. HE! IS! NOT! CUTE!

*Jimin turns around to look behind him*

Jimin: Hyung? *starts to giggle*

Yoongi: oh shit….*melts to the floor*

Pentagon when you massage their shoulders and compliment them for their hard work.

Jinho: this sweetheart would honestly just melt all over the floor when he hears you complimenting his hard work while massaging his back when you two were on the couch. Would lead to cuddles or him resting his head on ur lap&kissing your thighs. If he was working and you came in, it’d be good to bring coffee as well. 

 Hui: would love it. Number one fan of hearing compliments about himself. Toss in a “your the most handsome hardworking man i know.” And you’ll get so many hugs&kisses. Probably stop working to let you massage him (and his bad waist too loll). “Here too sweetie *grins cheekly* takes you out to eat after.

Hongseok: "babe if you do this, I’m gonna want this kind of treatment everyday.” So touched with you, he falls in love with you even more. Probably stop working-your all he cares about at that moment. Turns around to face you when you were in the middle of massaging his shoulders to give you a long sweet kiss. I can see him smiling into the kiss ahh.

Kino: FANBOYS at a speed of light once you said what you said while starting to massage him. Literally gets up to pick u up and spin u around with one of those kisses at the end where he cups your cheek and gives you several quick smooches, making you giggle in between them. 

Shinwon: his signature teeth-rich smile once you start massaging him. Tries to flirt in between your babying and wins. “Come here” Ends up on his lap and making out.

Edawn: “what is this.” He says grinning shyly from ear to ear as he feels your hands on his shoulders. Probably melt like jinho too but hides it with a shy smile. Sits you on his lap and hugs you for a long time, snuggling his face in the crook of your neck and lets you baby him while listening to music together in that position. 

 Yeo-one: smile city, this boy. If sitting, while massaging him, he will bend his head back to look at you from behind and ask for a kiss. So cute, you leaning down to kiss him. Results into cuddling/makingout.

 Yuto: He will cry. So touched he will cry. Crying while Mumbling “Iloveusomuch.” Probably mumbles it in Japanese too. Just you massaging the shoulders of a crying yuto. 

Yanan: doesnt know what do with himself, your his first gf. His heart is beating like crazy and he hides his smile with his hand. Electric shockwaves through his body once you touch his shoulders. This is one of the best days of his life.

Wooseok: looks at you with a soft smile but you know hes melting inside. Doesnt say anything and just looks at you with a sincere smile until you break the eye contact to give him the kiss he was waiting for. Holds his face as you kiss him and then it ends with him saying something cheesy like “ill make lots of money so i can buy you whatever you wanna eat baby.” You roll your eyes and he gets no massage lol.