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11 things a person can put in their summary that will insure that I will not read the fanfic:

1. “I suck at summaries”

2. “This is my first fanfiction!”

3. “Okay so this story is basically about this one idea I had where…”

4. Misspelled character names? Wtf?

5. Misspelled anything actually

6. Not capitalizing what nEEDS TO BE CAPITALIZED

7. Run on sentences-like c’mon, please be literate before write story

8. “WHAT IF?”


10. Actually any question man like it ain’t reality TV

11. Vampires

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Okay so can you do a fic where Kara finds out she's pregnant and tries to find a way to tell Mon El but everytime she's tried ends in disaster but she finally tells him on accident.

Here ya go! I always end up giving baby fics priority over the others because I’m a sucker for baby fics.

Title: Plans Change

“Okay, you can do this. Just take a deep breath”, Kara assured her own reflection as she stood in her bathroom with a pale face and shaky hands holding a pregnancy test. Not that she fully believed that it could actually detect if a Kryptonian was pregnant with a fully alien baby from two different species but she’d get Alex to confirm it later. Plus the fact that she couldn’t get sick was another indicator that she was probably in the family way. Regardless, she had to tell Mon-El. Even if it wasn’t completely confirmed, there was no way she could keep it from him.

When the front door to the apartment opened, Kara’s ears immediately picked it up. She placed the test in the back pocket of her jeans and made her way into the living area. “Kara!” Mon-El grinned at his girlfriend as she appeared in the room. “You’re home. I was wondering where you’d got to. Winn told me that you left early and seemed a bit out of sorts. Are you okay?”

The blonde forced a smile while inwardly feeling like her stomach was twisted in knots. She and Mon-El hadn’t even known each other for more than a year, in a relationship less than that and she was pregnant. She was worried how he was going to react. She herself wasn’t exactly reacting well to it but more because she was a Superhero. How was she supposed to juggle a baby and a career in crime fighting? Not to mention her work as a freelance reporter wasn’t exactly the most stable of jobs.

“Mon-El, I…there’s something I need to tell you”.

Immediately the Daxamite appeared right in front of her, his face etched into a concerned frown. “Is this about the other day?” He asked, referring to an argument they’d broken into after Mon-El almost got shot with a lead bullet while having Kara’s back in the middle of stopping a robbery. “Because you know I’m not going to apologise for doing what I had to when I thought that they were packing Kryptonite”.

“That’s not it”, Kara sighed, remembering that her reaction had been explosive…and extremely emotional. Yet another tip off that the pregnancy test was as accurate for a Kryptonian as it was for a human.

“Okay…what’s going on?”

“Here’s the thing…I’m-“

Suddenly a blue light erupted in the room and Kara watched with confusion as it morphed into a person. The confusion faded immediately as she recognised the imp that emerged from it. Evidently so did Mon-El as his attention immediately flew from his girlfriend to Mxyzptlk.  “YOU! Kara banished you!” He exclaimed and instantly took a step in front of Kara.

“I know, I was there”, the dimension jumper smirked. “And I’m not here to try to steal her away this time. That ship has sailed”.

Kara stepped out from behind her boyfriend and glared at the annoying man. “Then what do you want from us?”

“I think it’s about time that you Supers learnt to kneel to me, Mister Mxyzptlk!” A blast of light from his hands caused Mon-El to turn into stone, shortly before he escaped a blast of heat from Kara’s eyes.

And that was how Kara was interrupted the first time that she tried to tell Mon-El she was pregnant. After they managed to set Mon-El right (along with a few other people that had been turned to stone) and sent Mxyzptlk back to his dimension, Supergirl lost her legendary courage and ended up procrastinating telling her partner and boyfriend about their unborn child.

 A few days later, Kara had come up with an ingenious idea to tell Mon-El she was pregnant without having to tell him directly because apparently vocally expressing it wasn’t working out for her. Each time she tried, her words got choked in her throat and wouldn’t come out. So it was a week after the incident with Mxyzptlk when she thought of the perfect way to let Mon-El know of his impending fatherhood. She contacted her favourite bakery and asked them to make her a cake with I’m pregnant in icing and a few decorative marzipan baby items just in case the words didn’t sink in (and because marzipan was delicious).

As soon as the cake arrived, Kara put it on the table to present to her boyfriend after he got back from his shift. When she was called away as Supergirl to put out a few fires (literally and figuratively) she left it on the table, assuming that it would be perfectly safe. When she arrived back, Mon-El walked into the apartment and she quickly changed before grabbing the cake.

“Hey, I’ve got a surprise for you”, she grinned and opened up the cake box. She watched Mon-El looked at the cake in bemusement before his lips twitched upwards into a smirk.

“That’s nice but I much prefer your real ones”.


Kara turned the box around and let out a gasp when she realised that her cake must have been switched with someone else’s. Inside the box was a boob shaped cake with two marzipan nipples on either boob.

“I take it that this was not meant for me?”

“The bakery switched my cake!”

Mon-El took the box out of her hands and put it down on the table before scooping her face with his hands. “Like I said, I much prefer the real thing”. Before she could protest (or ring the bakery to yell at them), Mon-El brushed his lips against her mouth and the cake completely disappeared from her mind (and the baby too).

Kara’s next plan was fool proof. She was sure of it. She’d enlisted her sister’s help this time and made her go out and get a mini Supergirl outfit made that would fit a baby.  She decided to put it on their bed so that Mon-El would see it as soon as he came in since he was working the late shift that night.  The only thing that she hadn’t counted on was for a villain to show up in her loft and set fire to half of her bedroom. After taking care of the villain, she was forced to remove her bed which was completely burnt including the baby outfit and decided that maybe she should try to be just a little more direct since using objects wasn’t going in her favour.

As it turned out, Kara’s planning and scheming ended up being all for nothing. She and Mon-El were facing off against a CADMUS agent who was planning on blowing up an entire neighbourhood comprised of alien refugees. Winn had just about managed to disassemble the bomb when Kara saw the Agent turn towards her with eyes full of rage and shoot a Kryptonite bullet in her direction. With no time to move out of the way (plus there were innocent people standing directly behind her and she wasn’t going to let them get hit in her place), she quickly turned around to protect her stomach but when nothing hit her she glanced over her shoulder to see her boyfriend fall to the floor with a grunt.

“Mon-El!” she yelled and blasted the gun out of the Agents hands with her heat vision, not caring if she burnt him or not, her mind turning red with anger. Alex and the other DEO Agents appeared out of a black van that just pulled up and headed towards the CADMUS guy while Kara immediately dropped to the ground beside Mon-El. “Mon-El, you need to stay with me please”, she begged, her eyes full of tears.


“I need you! And our baby needs you!”

“Kara…what?!” Mon-El sat up effortlessly and looked at her with a shocked expression. That’s when she realised that it was a Kryptonite bullet and not a lead one. Kryptonite had no effect on Mon-El which meant the bullet hadn’t even pierced him. Her cheeks flushed pink as she realised her mistake…and the fact that she’d just unintentionally let the cat out of the bag.

“Can we forget I just said that?!”

Unsurprisingly, the Daxamite frowned and shook his head. “Kara, what are you talking about?”

“I’m…I’m pregnant. I should have told you before but I just…I just couldn’t”.

“Wait, you mean you’ve been flying around Kryptonite bullets while our half Kryptonian child is inside you?” He demanded with annoyance while Kara’s blinked in surprise.

“That’s the part you’re upset about? Not the baby?”

“Why would I be upset about a baby? That’s amazing”, he told her as he held her in his arms in the middle of the street, ignoring the curious onlookers.

She stared at him with wide blue eyes “Really?”

“Why? Are you not happy?”

“I mean I am but it’s kind of soon for us. I was worried that you’d freak out”.

“I love you. I’m going to love our child too”, Mon-El smiled at her and was about to lean in for a kiss when Alex barged over to them.

“You two need to get out of here. Save the personal stuff for the privacy of your home, Supergirl!”

anonymous asked:

Hi, I saw you're open for fic requests. Can you write Nessian Hogwarts AU where Cassian is Gryffindor's Quidditch captain and Nesta is Slytherin's but Nesta finds out he has a huge crush on her and eventually accepts to go on a date with him?

Cassian is a nervous wreck who decides to blow off some steam on with Quidditch, but Nesta is not letting him off that easily.

Sunlight shined down on the Quidditch Training pitch.  A lone Hogwarts student flew swiftly across the length of the ground on his Firebolt broomstick. The student gripped the ebony wood with one hand while his other held a bat poised to swing. From the corner of his eye he caught sight of the incoming Bludger.

In one fluid motion the Gryffindor Captain turned his broom around and struck the Bludger in a deafening crack with his bat. His aim was perfect. Just like it always was.

But that wasn’t enough for him. He had to go above and beyond to prove to others that he wasn’t some “poor bastard” kid who had earned his Captain position through the pity of others.

Cassian would show them all that he was worthy of the title. That he was worthy of respect.

He shot forward on his broom. His agility would put most Seekers to shame as he maneuvered his broom into different twists and turns with ease before finally catching up with the bewitched Bludger. At the last second he swerved to miss the large ball before swinging his arm around with all his might to knock it back toward the chest where he kept all his other Quidditch equipment.

An exhilarated laugh couldn’t be contained as Cassian hurried after the ball on his broom before latching his arm around it with brute strength to keep it from flying off. His muscles strained underneath his red sweater, but the Bludger could not escape his grasp no matter how hard it tried to escape.

In a matter of moments Cassian sealed it away before latching the worn leather case closed. If only his emotions could be tucked away just as easily.

For years he has chased one girl who made him want to argue with her one-minute and the next he imagined pushing his lips against her own. And make their battle of tongues turn into more than an exchange of harsh words. Cassian wanted to know what his Slytherin sweetheart tasted like.

He had fallen hard for her. The only problem was that she didn’t return his feelings. Or at least it sure seemed that way.

Cassian sighed wishing that he had the balls to just ask her out without her thinking he was trying to tease her. Although his reputation had dug that hole for him.

The last time he saw Nesta was outside the Great Hall after dinner. It was the night before a match between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, which meant students were in a commotion about the game.

 Crowds flocked around Cassian asking questions about his team. Belatedly he realized Nesta watched the exchanges he shared with the crowds. Most comprised of females who were more interested in Cassian than the upcoming game. Or more accurately what his plans were after the match.

 Cassian, easy smiles and a cocky attitude, bantered back with the ladies. He never got too close though. Many bed offers were made to him, but he declined all of them. There was only one person he was interested in sharing a bed with. And just as he was about to walk over to Nesta someone stepped into his path.

 And then it happened. A female student kissed Cassian right there in the crowded Great Hall. It was a sloppy kiss that lasted for mere seconds before Cassian could pry himself away from the girl’s groping hands which latched onto his Gryffindor robes. He could feel saliva on his lips and he subtly wiped it off with the back of his hand.

 At that moment his eyes found Nesta. She was staring right at him in shock that quickly morphed into disgust before leaving the Great Hall.

 That had been three days ago and still no sign of Nesta. She didn’t come to the match which she always did to watch over Elain who went to simply watch Lucien. Cassian couldn’t find her at the library and he always barely missed her when it was time for meals.

 The whole situation was a bloody mess. And Cassian didn’t know how to fix it. 

From afar another figure watched the Quidditch Captain finish his practice.

Nesta didn’t know what compelled her to come here. She didn’t care that it was a beautiful day outside even though she preferred to be inside with her books and potions. She definitely didn’t give a knut’s worth about the brutish game of Quidditch.

 But the poisonous tongued Slytherin felt drawn toward the warmth of the charming Gryffindor warrior.

 He was one year her senior, yet he acted more rambunctious than the younger students. When Nesta first met him years ago she was at her wit’s end trying to focus on schoolwork while he goofed off around her surrounded by his friends. A group she would later come to know as the Inner Circle.

 She was a fourth year student minding her own business. Reading her Astronomy book when Cassian pulled it out of her hands with interest. He read the text aloud in a high-pitched tone to mimic the Astronomy professor’s voice. Nesta might have laughed at how ridiculous he sounded except he had taken her book. A death wish for those who already knew the reputation of the steel hearted Slytherin.

“Give it back,” Nesta demanded.

“And what would you give for it,” fifth year Cassian waggled his brows. A move that almost always got the ladies swooning.

“How about a hex so terrible you’ll never be able to use your favorite part again,” Nesta glanced at his crotch making it clear as to which part of his anatomy she meant.

“Don’t worry I can always use other parts so you won’t go unsatisfied,” Cassian winked.

“You’re disgusting,” Nesta reached for her book, but Cassian, who was too tall for any normal wizard his age, kept the book out of her grasp. Her hands barely even reached his face let alone the length of his arm that was held high above her. Keeping her precious book so close and yet so far.

“Come on sweetheart,” Cassian teased, but a tiny flicker of hope gleamed in his eyes. He wanted her to play with him. “How about a kiss and we’ll call it a trade?”

Nesta saw red. It became her fuel to ignite the fury inside. Her fingers moved to splay across his cheeks to pull his face closer.

Cassian was shocked into silence. He always knew there was an untamed spirit underneath those cool outer Slytherin scales Nesta wore. His victorious smile at having finally seen that passion unleashed was too difficult to contain.

But Nesta took it as further incentive to put this lion in his place. And without hesitation she rammed her knee right into his manhood.

Cassian collapsed in a heap right there in the courtyard. Nesta snatched her book from his hand and took off like a bat out hell. She ignored the laughter from the other students as she ran back to the common room.

With wheezing breaths Cassian looked up and just caught the tail end sight of Nesta’s robes fleeing around the corner. Rhysand and Azriel helped him up even though they struggled to do so through their laughing fits. Even Amren and More were giggling nearby.

But Cassian didn’t pay attention to them. Instead all he could think about was the Slytherin who beat the Gryffindor at his own game. Except he would later realize this wasn’t a game anymore. He was slowing falling for Nesta Archeron.

Now as a sixth year Nesta couldn’t help, but wonder if that was the moment Cassian had developed a crush for her. Or maybe it was one of the times he tried to sit with her in the Great Hall, or catch her in the library. Maybe it was when he would blow kisses to her every Quidditch game he was in or loudly proclaim that each hit he took during the game was nothing compared to Nesta crushing his heart everyday when she would ignore his flirtations.

Of course Nesta always thought this was an act. That all of his little remarks and actions were falsehoods. A lion toying with the snake.

And so Nesta would bear her fangs each time to ward him off. But he always kept coming back.  More determined than ever much to Nesta’s bewilderment. Usually people would stay clear of her, yet Cassian actively sought her out.

It wasn’t until Feyre, Nesta’s youngest sister, ended up telling her the truth that Nesta understood Cassian’s intention. He loved her.

Feyre explained that Cassian was nervous to directly ask her out, because he wasn’t sure if Nesta was ready. It was well known that her last boyfriend didn’t go over well. And Nesta always had a sneaking suspicion that Cassian was involved with Thomas being sent to Nurse Pomfrey’s office soon after it was revealed that Thomas tried to hurt Nesta.

So here she stood debating her next actions to take regarding the Gryffindor whose heart rested in her hands. But for some time now he had taken hers as well. Nesta only realized it until now when Feyre gave her the last nudge it took to summon her courage to face an unknown future.

Determination pulled her forward to stride onto the pitch. Her steps were even until Cassian looked up to see who approached. For a brief second her footsteps faltered, before she smoothly recovered.

Nesta looked at him closely as she closed the distance between them. He had barely broken a sweat during practice. A testament to his stamina and strength beneath those muscles. His hair was a long dark wild mess with strands falling out of the small bun tied with a leather band. Nesta wondered how he would look with his hair completely loose with sweat running down the planes of his back as he stretched after a match.

Quickly Nesta banished those thoughts away when she noticed Cassian was striding toward her with his broom.

“Nesta? What are you doing here?” Cassian questioned when he stopped in front of her. His hazel eyes searched the depths of her blue grey gaze that stared up at him with a raised brow.

“I had to come find you,” Nesta crossed her arms. “You’ve caused me a lot of trouble I hope you know. Abandoning my studies to search for you only to find that you’re still moping around.”

Cassian blinked once. Twice. “Excuse me?”

“Don’t act nonchalant,” Nesta turned her head to look back toward the castle. Avoiding his eyes that could easily see inside her soul. “Why did you never come find me after dinner?”

“Dinner?” It took Cassian a moment to realize what she meant. “Oh. You mean that.” Nervously he scratched the back of his head. Searching for the words he had been prepared to say, but now didn’t seem to be good enough.

“Yes. That.” Nesta tapped a finger on her arm. Waiting to see what his next move would be.

Silence greeted her as Cassian tried to find the correct words to say. Anything to convey how he felt.

“I’m waiting Cassian,” Nesta smiled. Not one of those vicious smiles meant to taunt, but it was something else entirely. The corner of her mouth lifted invitingly.

Seeing that smile sparked a fire in Cassian.

“What happened in the Great Hall wasn’t my intention,” Cassian said. He had to explain and let Nesta decide what to do with the information. He wanted her to at least know that. “I never wanted to kiss that girl. In fact there’s only one girl I want.”

“Really?” Nesta arched a brow. “Then why haven’t you told her so? Whatever happened to Gryffindor bravery?”

Cassian stepped closer. “Being brave isn’t everything Nesta.” Another step. “Sometimes you need to bide your time and be cunning in your advances.” Another step. Cassian stood so close that Nesta could easily reach out to him and touch his chest.

“Cunning you say?” Nesta pondered the thought. “I don’t think that suits you Cassian.”

“Maybe not,” Cassian shrugged. “But I suppose I can leave that skill to the girl I love.” His fingers gently ran across the back of Nesta’s hand.

“Say it,” Nesta whispered in the breeze that blew her golden brown hair across her face.

Cassian raised his hand to push the strands behind Nesta’s ears. His touch was warm and his hazel eyes burned as he looked deeply into her blue grey eyes.

“I love you Nesta,” Cassian admitted. “And I would be honored if you would join me for dinner tonight.”

Nesta leaned up with a hand splayed above his heart to balance her. She could feel his galloping heart beat underneath her fingers. Her lips pressed against his cheek in a chaste kiss.

“I was wondering when you would ask,” Nesta whispered with a smile against his ear.


Dear Author, greetings to You! I have a request. Reader is a famous singer, whose voice gets is a voice of a angel, but she hides her face behind a mask. Newt running after niffler is in concert hall and heard her. He sees her singing and fell in love with voice. But she had an abusive boyfriend, who is heating her… and here can be any variation of action…


Alright, I switched the abusive partner for an overzealous fan. I just don’t feel comfortable writing abuse, as its something that I haven’t experienced, and I would hate to upset, offend or trigger anybody. I hope that’s alright and you still like it.


Master list

Originally posted by secretly-a-wizard


Newts breath was coming in sharp gasps, as he sprinted after that bloody niffler. It had wriggled it’s way out of newts innocent looking case, as he was passing by the grand music hall, with its slightly wonky columns of marble, no doubt enticed out by an over polished trombone or something to that effect.

Newt continued his hunt for the damned beast inside, keeping as quiet as he could and trying desperately not to be spotted by any members of staff. spotting something oily black out of the corner of his eye, he crept stealthily across the carpeted floor, as the creature examined and admired its reflection in a particularly shiny flute, that lay in its velvet lined case on one the many seats, waiting patiently to be played, before newt wrapped his hands around his form in a firm grip, a scolding look in his sea green eyes.

As he shuffled from the main music hall, after placing the little pest back into his case, and giving it a good talking to, beautiful music drifted to newts keen ears. Unable to stop himself, he cautiously approached the practice rooms door, an angelic voice began to sing along with the finely played piano. Newt had never in his life been quite so moved by a piece of music, he simply stood, leaning against the cool stone wall, allowing it to wash over him, in a pure moment of bliss.

Newt allowed his mind to wander to who might have such a talent, as the music drew to close, growing quieter and quieter until the mysterious impossibly sweet voice was barely above a whisper. Newt managed to gather himself together, and began to make his leave, as the practice room  door opened just a crack.

Newt continued on his way, down the shallow stone steps, that he had previously leapt up, now in an almost blissful daze, as the tune and the beautiful voice that went with it, continued to drift through his mind, like a dream that his slowly waking was trying desperately to cling on to. That is until a panicked yelp reached his ears, pulling him from his peaceful thoughts. Newt rushed his way down the side street that the sound had come from, finding a rather large man struggling with a woman, trying to remove her hat, grasping her shoulder so tightly that his knuckles were turning white,  she was putting up quite the fight, but the man was much too strong for her to put up much more resistance.

Newt quickly weighed his options, before finally deciding to discretely pull out his wand, casting a body bind charm, seeming turning the greasy haired  man to rigid stone, before falling to the damp pavement of the  grimy side street.

The woman seemed shaken but not too concerned about the use of magic, with a slight sigh of relief, newt hurried his way over to her “are you alright?’ he asked, his soft voice full of concern for the stranger.  He could just about make out the ghost of a smile behind the ornate lace Vail that covered her face. She nodded still shaking slightly, ‘yes, thank you for your help, goodness knows what might have happened if you hadn’t have been here.’

Her slightly lilted voice sounded vaguely familiar, ‘were, were you singing, in one of the practice rooms?’ he asked curiously, an odd spark of hope in his chest.  Newt just caught the sadness in her eyes, hidden behind the delicate mask of lace, before she nodded her reply.

 ‘well it was beautiful, I’ve never heard anything quite like it’ newt complimented, rambling slightly, before she released a light giggle, though she was still clearly shaken.

“I think there’s a little café over the road there, a cup of sweet tea might help with the shock.’

As the pair turned out of the side street, newt flicked his wand behind his back, giving the foul man the counter curse to his new found rigidity.


Have a great day and be safe


anonymous asked:

where can i find these wonderful long fics by silentrain?

I actually just made a list of my top ten favorite fanfics by her (SuperCorp FanFic Rec) There are other stories that she has that are long as well. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did. 

I would recommend not starting to read one late at night…you won’t get sleep.

Originally posted by lovelikewar22

healingmichiko  asked:

Maybe you can help me? I'm looking for a Naruto fanfic where Naruto uses some of Jiraiya's sealing ink and somehow time travels backwards. Because he used Jiraiya's ink, with Jiraiya's blood in it, he becomes like a physical mini-Jiraiya, and stumbles across Tsunade, who drags him to an Konoha before the Yondaime. For some reason, I thought this fanfic was one of yours, but.....

Nope, not mine. It’s Konoha’s White Streak by reighost but it was deleted a while back T_T

Soulmate AU Ideas

Imagine a soulmate au where whenever your soulmate listens to music, you can hear it too and the only way you can find them is when the music they’re listening to gets louder the closer you are to them.

Imagine a soulmate au where you can taste the things that they are eating or drinking and the only way you can find them is to find the places that serve that same kind of food or drink they’re eating/drinking.

Imagine a soulmate au where the heart in your chest is your soulmate’s and you can feel whatever they’re currently feeling and the only way you can find them is when it stops beating. Kind of like taking the “When I first met you, I swear I could feel my heart stop beating” literally.

Imagine a soulmate au where your level of talent at a hobby determines on how close you are to your soulmate.

Imagine a soulmate au where your dreams are a mixture of your soulmate’s past and present memories and the only way you know that you’ve met them is when you see yourself.

Imagine a soulmate au where everyone is given a book at birth with no pages in it and the only way the pages begin to magically appear is when they are finally born. Each chapter is linked to your soulmate’s age and the pages within that chapter represent a day of their life with a small collection of things that they have said throughout the day. The only way you will know that you’ve met your soulmate is when the pages stop appearing and the last thing that was said on the last page is actually the first word or sentence that they said to you.

Imagine a soulmate au where you’re given a necklace that changes to the colors of what they’re currently feeling and the temperature is linked to how close you are to them. For example, nothing being very far away, cold being closer, and warm being they’re right in front of you. But, whenever they take the necklace off of them, the connection is lost and you won’t know what they’re feeling or if you’ve even met each other.

Just a collection of ideas I thought of while I was in the shower :)

Your first date with Newt Scamander would include

Originally posted by hardyness

Anonymous asked OMG I need more Newt fanfics in my life! Can you do what your first date with him would include?

  • Him shyly asking if you wanted to get dinner with him. And you ask if it’s a date, and he hesitates, but says (avoiding eye contact) yes.
  • You wearing a huge scarf that almost swamps you and he thinks it’s adorable.
  • Him picking you up from your apartment and the two of you walk to the restaurant.
  • The two of you talking softly about work, and Newt’s admiring how you look out of the corners of his eyes.
  • Him offering you the seat, all gentlemanly like, at the table.
  • Newt talks about his passion for animals, and you just sit there, smiling shyly at how adorable your date is.
  • Once you get your foods and are eating, you ask him if his food is good. He lifts his fork up and says “Open wide?” Blushing, you try his food and offer him some of yours.
  • Him asking you if you’d like dessert or not. As it turns out, both of you couldn’t really afford two of the fancy cakes, so you share one.
  • He lets you eat the last bite of cake, off his fork.
  • The two of you talk and take a stroll under the bright lights of New York.
  • You get a little chilly and scoot closer to Newt. He asks if you’re cold and before you can answer, swishes off his coat and gives it to you. And on top of that, he wraps his scarf around your neck, over the other one.
  • You notice his scarf smells slightly musky, like hay and dust.
  • Newt asks if he can hold your hand, and you say yes. He takes your hand and slips it into his pocket, keeping both of your hands warm.
  • Once you’re done with your walk, you make your way back to your house, still talking about animals.
  • Him sweetly asking if he can kiss you.
  • You standing on tip toes to kiss him.
  • He wraps his arms around your waist, and you gently pet his hair. His lips are warm and yours are cool.
  • The date ends with him asking if he can show you his animals tomorrow, and you say yes.
  • Newt watches you walk up to your apartment, smiling a bashful smile and rubbing his neck, thinking, “I think that first day went rather well indeed.”
  • My friend: soooo what are you looking for in a guy?
  • Me: kind. sweet. approximately 6'2". ginger. messy hair. wears bow ties and a blue coat. no one can ever figure out THE FUCK his eye color is. has to have solid cheek bones just saying. also jawline. freckles are a thing. wizard. Hufflepuff™. author. magizoologist. is actually Newt Scamander.

snapdragon-princess  asked:

Do you know of any au/alternate canon fanfic where Yuuri is a more confident person? Can be due to time-travel, or any other reasons.

Thanks for these requests! I think I have a few here that may fit what your looking for! I love confident Yuuri! (Psst… you can find more confident!Yuuri fics on my role reversal AU list!)

Confident Yuuri

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On a ‘business’ trip to Tokyo, Victor picks up a captivating escort… ft. Confident Yuuri! Thumbs up! (The ending is not what you’d expect hahaha)

Surprise, Motherfuckers by LazyPotatoo, Gen, 5.3k
When Yuuri and his friends stumble upon an unusual bar, Yuuri is forced to showcase a skill of his past. Oh, and then he accidentally becomes an urban legend. Thumbs up!

I Want to Skate like Him by IdunAurora, Mature, 27k
At age 27, five time consecutive world figure skating champion Yuuri Katsuki decides to retire. He has barely made it home to Hasetsu before he finds an eager and all too enthusiastic silver-haired Russian on the doorstep of Yu-Topia Akatsuki, demanding Yuuri to coach him. Well, it’s not as if the Japanese legend has been able to get 23-year-old Viktor Nikiforov out of his mind since the young man enchanted him at the GPF banquet in Sochi months earlier, anyway. Role swap AU!

Faded by martialartist816, Explicit, 6.2k
Victor knows only two things: that he’s very drunk and that Yuuri looks very good in that suit.

Exactly What I Wanted by SharkGirl, Teen, 722 words
“That depends.” Yuuri scooched closer, bumping their noses. “Are you hungry?” Quick, cute one shot!

Bedroom Warfare by RedishBlueRose, Explicit, 2.1k
In the middle of the night, a war commences inside a hotel room. SPICY KATSUDON

Drape me in your warmth by Miiika, 27k (WIP)
So Victor being Victor, he kidnapped Chris, bought less aristocratic clothes to wear and went to the brothel. It wasn’t his first time in a brothel, god no, but he heard that the dance, which was performed there, was something to die for. Prince AU!

Weakness by Flightless_Bird, Teen, 1.8k
“Some might have thought it was a poor choice, pointing out a skater’s flaws. But to him, it was a symbol of both his biggest weakness and his greatest strength. It was something that could push him to do better or bring him to his knees. And that something was watching him from across the ice right now.” VERY sweet!

stay young (go dancing) by ryuuzaou, Explicit, 7.2k
“Do you do this with every pretty boy that serves you champagne?” Yuuri asks, finally a touch of humor in his tone. “I’ll admit, I’m the flirty type,” Viktor says, “but I haven’t asked to kiss any.” Oh, fuck it. Yuuri throws caution to the wind and says, “You won’t have to.” Shy on the streets, eros in the sheets… ;)

Age as Fireflies at Dusk by Adel Mortescryche (Mortescryche), Teen, 4k
In which it’s more than obvious to Lilia Baranovskaya that Yuuri is trained in ballet, and Yuuri proves to have more of a backbone than anyone in the Russian contingent except Yuri expected to see. Especially when Victor isn’t around to act as a buffer. Great fic!

last year’s offer (this year’s guarantee) by persephoneggsy, Explicit, 3.5k
When Victor gives Yuuri more details about what happened the night of the banquet, the Japanese skater ends up finding out that he did one more embarrassing thing before he inevitably passed out. HOT!!

Live, Laugh, Love by Lucien_King, Teen, 9.4k (WIP)
Yuuri Katsuki, a 23-year-old Japanese actor, was a veteran top star. He has been in various popular movies as both main and supporting actors, creating a massive fan base. And then, he met the Viktor Nikiforov. WOW!

Love Wins! by QuinnTuha608, Explicit, 4.6k
After Yuuri ends the Cup of China short program competitions with a new personal best and a spot at the top Viktor decides to celebrate by going out on a date; later in the night Yuuri explores his more dominant side in the bedroom. HOOOO BOY IT’S HOT UP IN HERE


“Alright, Y/N can go in and-”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to do, if-” you paused looking at the boys.

They stared you, hanging on that one little word with their brows cocked up.

“If…?” Sam drawled out.

“If you promise to take me to the movies after this case.” You winced, knowing damn well they would rather do anything else than waste money on a movie.

Dean glanced at his brother, than back to you. “You’re seriously negotiating this, right now?”

You shrugged your shoulders and sighed. “Hey, I got to play with what I got. I saw a chance and I took it.”

“Um, w-what movie?” Sam asked, slightly amused.

Your lips stretched wide into a big smile. “Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them!” You squealed.

“What the hell is that?” Dean groaned, looking to his brother.

“It’s another Harry Potter movie just in a different era.” He whispered.

Dean rolled his eyes and scoffed. “I swear, I’m surrounded by nerds.”

“So, is that a yes?” You asked.

“Yea, I-”

“No! I don’t want to waste my money on that bull shit!” Dean gawked.

“Dean, come on. It’s just one movie. It’s not going to kill you.” Sam chuckled. “Besides, I actually kind of want to see it.”

Your eyes lit up, and you were ecstatic. “Please dean!” You began to beg. “It won’t as fun without you.”

He looked at you and suddenly, he caved. As much as he didn’t care to go, he knew just how much it meant to you. And he hated letting you down.

“Alright fine.” He groaned. “But you’re buying the popcorn and candy.”

“Deal!” You smiled. “This is amazing! I have to get my wand and my hufflepuff scarf and-”

“Your what?” Dean raised a brow.

“It’s a house in hogwarts. There’s four of them, and looks like she was sorted into Hufflepuff.” Sam stated. “I got sorted into Ravenclaw.”

“Wow, can you guys get any geekier?” He snorted.

“Just you wait, Winchester. Soon you’ll be a fan girl yourself. Sucked into the fandom.” You winked.

Dean rolled his eyes, “yeah, okay.”

I’m sorry I just can’t stop drawing Graves with Newt’s creatures, I feel that if you date Newt you are also dating his creatures with the Niffler taking up 90% of the time, because I can’t stop reading fanfics of the Niffler being obsessed with Graves’ pocket watch XD And poor Dougal playing babysitter and Graves using his wandless magic to complete his paperwork because I would too. Or maybe MACUSA has a filing system where completed paperwork automatically folds itself up into origamis instead of on command hence papers everywhere. Still a Gramander, because Newt = his creatures like you can’t encounter Newt without bumping into Pickett/Dougal/Niffler/random occamy etc. And Graves has hexed his watch to fly back to his pocket every time it leaves his vest just to save time chasing down the Niffler.

accioboywholived  asked:

Do you have any fics where draco leaves the dark side for one reason or another and develops feelings for harry? Preferably in the medium-long range

Yup, can do fandomlybloggable​! Enjoy and remember to leave love for the authors!

Drarry Recs: Draco Changes Sides

Allegiance and Sedition by SilentAuror  - NC-17, 98.5k - The war is in its fifth year, and Harry finds himself caught up in the confusion of friend versus enemy, spy versus traitor.

And I Know the Spark by firethesound - NC-17, 15.5k - All Draco cares about is keeping Potter alive, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that happens. 

For All That Ails You by Frayach - NC-17, 17k - Voldemort forces Draco to drink a love potion so that he’ll fall in love with Harry, and he does - madly.  But then Harry does too.  When Hermione finds an antidote for the love potion, neither knows who loves who.  But then along comes the anonymous poetry contest to save the day.

Brave New World by SilentAuror - NC-17, 22.5k - The first post-war Christmas is coming to Grimmauld Place. As the Order of the Phoenix ponders its future, Harry sorts through a maze of war records and quickly begins to see that not everything is as it should be..

Kailash, When it Rises by Mirabella - PG, 3.5k - Harry can’t sleep.

No Quiet Find by distempered/blithelybonney - NC-17, 10k - War makes a man tired…some more than most. Draco needs rest.

Not Through With You by dark0feenix - NC-17, 11k - Draco doesn’t remember, and Harry doesn’t let him forget.

Noticed Him Fading by marksykins - NC-17, 3.5k - Draco hates France, the Ministry, owls, and Harry Potter.

Paris by abbycadabra - R, 9k - “So you want us to keep running?  To run and hide?  Until when, Malfoy?  Until they win or lose?  Forever?”

Starts with a Spin by Maxine - M, 120k - It started with the spin of a bottle, and now Harry and Draco have gotten themselves so far into their own game there’s almost no way out again. Except to keep playing.

A Thousand Beautiful Things by Duinn Fionn - R, 11k - Draco Malfoy struggles with changed fortunes, shifted alliances, an ugly war, and an unusual spell, with the help of a concerned professor, an insightful house-elf, and an unexpected Gryffindor friend. (with sequel Delicate Sound of Thunder)

Under the Cold, Wan Moon by slytherincess - NC-17, 38.5k - He does not seek war, but when attacked he knows better how to die than surrender.

Walking the Line by SilentAuror - NC-17, 180.5k - Sixth year is over and Draco Malfoy is on the run. The war is on and an unwanted assignment is forced upon him by the only people he trusts - and a one-time arch-enemy just may be out to kill him.


So, if you’ve seen Fantastic Beasts, you may remember this lil guy! CAN WE JUST TAKE A MINUTE lil baby demiguise just wants to babysit the other creatures and make sure they’re okay *heart breaks a little* and it isNT JUST CREATURES THE DEMIGUISE WANTS TO PROTECT IT WANTS TO PROTECT EVERYONE it can see a few seconds into the future and MAY I REMIND YOU THAT THIS LIL GUY TRIED TO PROTECT NEWT & FRIENDS FROM THE OCCAMY!!! what a good lil guy :’) reblog 2 spread the lov for lil baby demiguise

Originally posted by mejshad

(Newt Scamander x Reader) Back Massages [SMUT Alternate Route]

Title : Back Massages

Request : Yes? Maybe?

Smut : Yes

Word count : 3,646 (bear with me lmao)

Warnings : heavy make out sessions, sex, handjob, attempts of strip dancing

A/N : As promised, the alternate route, with smut :)) I hope you enjoy it as much as the first, if there are grammatical, vocab, or other sorts of mistake, please point it out so I can fix. Building critiques and messages are highly appreciated, please tell me what you think and what should I write next? Anyways, enjoy!

The original story : http://frostyiceberg.tumblr.com/post/154037441604/newt-scamander-x-reader-back-massages ———————————-

“Newt, get off, this is important!” I said, pushing him off my laptop.

“But this is fascinating! This device doesn’t have any magic on it but it can project images of the beasts! What are they called?”

“Well.. this is Geographic Information System. It can project images from far away from the satellite so you can study thr object without being close to them”

“Is it because muggles can’t use magic?”

“Yes Newt, we can’t use magic to teleport ourselves,” you said as you watch him amused, as his eyes fixed on the screen.

Tomorrow is the fourth day of your final exam, it’s 11PM, and you’ve been studying until Newt decided to pay you a visit. He was going to tell you about some new beast he discovered but the subject was long abandoned when you accidentally opened a site where it shows live stream of wild animals.

He said he had never seen those “beasts” before and he wanted yo study it. The “beasts” he refers to are actually Australian Golden Kangaroo from Papua. “Why have I not seen them before? They are ordinary animals, are they? But they look so unique! Unlike any other animal back in England!” he exclaimed. 

You chuckle as you see him still examining the creature in awe, his cute features getting ahead of you.

See, you’ve met Newt a year ago, when you stumbled into him in a Sumatran forest, travelling by yourself with the purpose of photographing wild animals.

You were taking a picture of a Sumatran tiger on a tree when he appeared out of nowhere and decided to approach the creature.

You screamed at him to run. He didn’t.

On instinct, you jumped off the tree and ran to him. But to your surprise, the tiger was curled up against him as he scratched its ears.


Anyway. Back to the moment.

“[Name]? Are you alright? You seem to be in a daze there,” he asked.

“I’m fine, I was just remembering something,” you smiled, assuring him you’re okay.

“Humm alright then. By the way, did you say this was important?“ 

“Yup. It’s a part of my final exam,”

“Merlin’s beard! I’m so, so sorry. I got carried away… I’ll leave you to it, [Name], I am terribly sorry,”

His face shifted to guilt and he takes out his wand, ready to teleport out of your room.

“Newt wait! It’s okay!”

“I’m sorry?”

“You’re not bothering me, it’s okay. In fact, perhaps you can help me with some of them?”

“Does the subject you are studying also includes a study on beasts?” he asked, delighted with curiosity.

“Umm.. Yeah! I’ll take out my book. Hold on.”

You lied. The subject you are studying does not include a study on beasts. It’s Geography. A study on earth.

You take out one of those animals encyclopedia you keep for yourself and hand it to him.

“Interesting,” he said.

He opens the book and you can see a smile begin to form on his face.

“[Name]! This is just like my book! They are describing beasts of the muggle world!” “Yup, do you want to borrow it? I still have lots of them,” you replied, holding back an urge to pinch those rosy cheeks. “May I? Oh, yes please! I’d love to study new beasts of the muggle world!”

Without realizing it, you ruffle his fluffy hair, and he looks up at you, surprised. And as soon as those green orbs meet yours, you pull back your hand.

“Oh my God, Newt, I’m so sorry. It was so rude, I didnt kno-”

“[Name],” he cuts you.


He then stands up, towering over you, and takes one step towards you. Your smaller figure backs up and you stumbled and sit on your chair as his eyes never leaves yours.

‘What the fuck is this, Slytherin Newt?!’ you screamed in your mind.

Newt rarely looks at you in the eye unless it’s something important or something he’s passionate about. With blood pumping in your veins, you can feel your face getting redder and redder like a tomato.

He suddenly kneels in front of you and say, 

“If you want to ruffle it, it’s fine! Some beasts consider it very soft, so I understand!”

Aaaand back to Hufflepuff Newt. What did you expect? Him to kiss you?? The last thing he kisses will be Douglas. Not you. You bet on the stars his love for his beasts is bigger than anything else.

“Ah, okay Newt, thanks,” you sighed, a bit disappointed but still take on his offer.

Your hand goes back to his head, ruffling and petting the light brown hair. And man, it is soft. No wonder even those beasts of his are fond on his head. ‘I bet I can do things with it too,’ you said in your mind.

You decided to test the water and tug on his hair a little bit. 

He freezes. But you keep petting, with a little pull and tug in between, not realizing his reaction.

You tangle your fingers between the hair, again, tugging harder. This is like a little game to you, pulling here and there, making sure you don’t leave any hair unpulled/untugged.

Then, you hear it.

“Ah… [Name]…” moaned Newt.

You immediately pull your hand to your chest, not expecting that kind of reaction or that kind of sound from him. 

Newt has never been the typical person that depicts pure, untainted, kindness. And the moan that he just did, was not pure at all.

Well, it is pure…

Purely sexy.

He looks up to you, face flushed pink, with beads of sweat on his forehead. As he covers his face with his hand, he silently asks,

“P-Please don’t do that… I… I am extremely sensitive to hair pulling… Especially when it’s done by an opposite sex…”

He looks so adorable right now that you can just pounce on him like a cat on heat. But you wouldn’t do that.

Or would you?

“Oh, I’m so sorry Newt… I thought it might be nice, you know, like, my mom used to do that to me, gently pulling the roots, as a form of massage…?”

“Ah, yes, I’ve heard of it…”

The atmosphere in the room feels like it’s sucking you in. You can even smell the awkwardness in the room. 
He just stated that hair pulling turns him on, and it’s only you and him in your room. 

Hoo boy.

You decided to ignore the situation you are in, and continue your study. “Newt, um… I’ll continue studying, and… if you’d like, you can read my books there,” you said.

“Oh, alright, thank you [Name].”


You try to focus on your study, trying to get your eyes and mind fixed on the screen and the book in front of you, but all you can think of was the moan he made. It’s like a broken record, playing itself over and over in your head.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Newt reading your books, his eyes following every sentence and scanning each animal on the pages. He really is a passionate man about animals and beasts. And that’s what you love about him.

A deafening screeching sound suddenly emanates from your laptop, and you lower the volume. Apparently, the Geographic Information System has caught sightings of a mating dance of a male bowerbird courting the female one. You sigh at the coincidence and lower the laptop screen.

As the screeching continues, Newt recognizes the sound and snaps his head towards the laptop’s screen and then scrambles on his feet towards you. He carefully open the “muggle device” and look at the bird with fascination.

“What sort of bird is this? Those vibrant colors surely are mesmerizing!”

“Um, it’s a bowerbird, a native bird of the Papua New Guinea, considered rare and endangered. Why, do you like it?”

“Yes, yes, very much so! I actually learned how to perform the Erumpent’s mating dance from various beasts, such as this bird! But only little parts of it,” he smiled brightly.

“Oh? How about human mating dance?” you tease him.

He glances at you for a moment before casting his eyes down, then up, and say, “I- I can show you if you want…?”

Your eyes widen and you swallow your spit.

“Entertain me, Mr.Scamander.”


What you have expected as a human mating call was apparently strip dancing. He said that a girl he met couple months ago in some bar in England taught him how to do that. The thought made you boil with jealousy, but it subsides as he adds that the girl slapped him in the face for not being ‘turned on’.

“Perhaps she figured I had a light bulb with me, or something to turn on. Isn’t it [Name]?”

You thank heavens for this man’s innocence.

“Yeah Newt, probably,” you laugh.

Your laughter stops when he takes off his coat, leaving him in his white shirt and brown vest which shapes his body nicely. You drink the sight before you. He then ruffles his hair, making it slightly messy, but not decreasing his appeal.

“Now [Name], before I start… I warn you that this might not be as good as my beasts’ mating dance… Since an opposite sex showed me theirs and I don’t know how to do the male ones, and–“

“Newt,” you cut him.


“You’ll do fine, just start already!”

“Alright, alright.”

He snaps his finger and Earned It by The Weekend starts playing out of nowhere. The lighting in your room is also reduced to a pink, soft glow.

“Didn’t know you like this kind of music, Newt,” you say.

He puts a finger on your lip, which indicates you to be quiet. You lick your lips at his actions. This is not the Newt you know at all.

Newt starts his ‘mating dance’ with unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt, exposing his toned chest. His right hand very slowly travels to his neck, while the other, down to his stomach, then his crotch. He then moves his body, following every beat without missing any of it. Once in a while taking a step, making his way towards you.

You glance at his crotch, face bright red when you see his manhood rising slowly beneath the tight fabric. His hands never stop moving, from the neck, to his hair, then to his face. All he does while his eyes are fixed on you.

You can feel the burn under his gaze, slowly melting away on your wheelie chair. He then turns around, so his back and his ass are facing you. Again, he unbuttons his vest, all the way down, and taking it off. He throws the vest to his right, then with an agonizing pace, he hugs himself and then squat on the floor.

‘Holy fuck, holy fuck,’ you thought, never expecting this to happen. Both of your palms are sweaty, and you can feel sweat trickling down your back.

He then turns towards you, still on the floor, then crawls on all four to you.

Once he reaches you, he touches your knee and you tense up at his touch. His burning touch. He smiles and mouths, ‘Relax.’

You close your eyes, too embarrassed to see him, and imagine something else.

But before you know it, he then sits on your lap with a bounce.

A whimper escapes your mouth at the contact. His eyes show a glint of worry, afraid if he is too heavy for your smaller figure. But you just nod for him to continue.

He takes both of your hand in his, guiding them to his shirt, which clung to his shoulder.

“P-Please undress me,” he says.

The music fades from your ear and is replaced by the hammering drums of your heartbeat. Shakily, your hands slide his shirt off his shoulder, exposing the cool skin to your skin, brushing against them eventually.

You look down your lap – his thighs – in the whole process, unable to face him in your position. He is your best friend, well, crush, and what will happen after this is over? For him, it might be the same, but you. You can never look at him the same way again.

When the shirt reaches his wrists, you help Newt to take it off him. His breath softens as he leans down to your ear. He then whispers, “I-I’m sorry for this [Name],” before kissing you on the lips. He seems hesitant at first, afraid of your response of his actions. But when you kiss him back, he slowly loses control.

Your hand instinctively goes to his face, cupping him, and deepening the kiss. He does the same, still gentle with a little tenseness between the kisses.

Breathless, your right hand goes to his hair while the other one still cupping his cheek. You do what you did before, but with a little more strength. And with that, he cries out your name, and bites your neck, trying to suppress the sounds he is making.

“You like it, don’t you Newt?”


You pull his hair again, this time exposing his neck. Licking your lips, you kiss the skin of his neck, looking for a spot that makes him whimper the most. You can feel the bulge in his pants growing even more.

“Newt…” you moaned.


“Do you really want this…?”

“[Name]… I-I want you…”

“How much do you want me? Do you think you’re enough?”

"I want you so much… I want all of you… But I-I’m so scared I’ll never be enough and I-I’m not good enough, and- and I-“ he can’t seem to be able to finish his sentence before you feel your left hand getting wet, wet from his tears.

“Oh no, Newt, please don’t cry… I’m so sorry I asked that… It was very stupid of me”

Despite your efforts of trying to calm him down, he can’t stop the tears from flowing down. Those emotions he has been hiding pours out of his head when you kiss him. He never thought that someone would like him back. All those years of rejection…

Newt then feels your hands around him, hugging him tightly. His breath hitches on his throat.

“Newt. You are enough. You have always been and you will always be,” you say.

“B-But those people…”

“Who cares what those people say? You are Newt Scamander and you are perfect. I would never think that you are never good enough for me because you. Are. Enough,”


“I’ve never told anyone this before…  Except maybe Queenie who can read my mind, but I love you. I love you so much. And I would trade anything in the world just to be yours, and you to be mine,”

The looks on his face writes dumbfounded, by your confession. Your face is visibly red and warm, even in the pink, soft glow. You decided to kiss his forehead, but before you do, he lifts his face so his lips meet yours again.

“And I, you, my love”

As you kiss him, you can feel his hands going up and down your sides, to your shoulder, then your arm, feeling every inch of you.

“This-This situation reminded me of a beast…” he said.


“Where the female is the dominant one. And the male is the submissive one,”

“Are you saying that we are like those beasts?” you ask.


“Or are you saying that you want me to be dominant?” you add.

“May- No! No, no. I- I want to try to be dominant… For once… Is that okay?”

“Of course Newt. Let’s get up first, my thighs are getting sore,”

“Ah! Right, right! I’m sorry, I’m sorry,”

Newt stands up and your thighs relax. Standing next to him, you stretch your legs then plop down your bed. You pat the spot next to you, inviting him to your personal space.

He obliges and sits next to you, the bed sinking down on his weight. You cup his cheek, wanting another kiss. But he stops you.

You raise your right eyebrow in confusion. “C-Can I dominate you…?”

A smile begins to form on your face as you take off your t-shirt, leaving you in a bra and a pair of shorts.

“Please do, Mr.Scamander.”


He lies on top of you as his hands touch the skin on your body, feeling every part of you. Newt’s expression shows adoration, love, curiosity, and a hint of lust. In return, you also want to feel him. Your hands roam the bare, toned torso of his, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin.


“Yes, Newt?”

“This, this is actually my first time…”

He blushes then looks away, completely ashamed.

“Newt,” you say, tilting his head to face you. “It’s my first time too. And… I trust you.”

“I-I trust you too, [Name]”

He begins by trying to unclasp your bra with both hands, and seem to have a little difficulty. You smile and help him. In one swift motion, the bra is tossed aside, and your nipple hardens as it hits the cold air.

“May I..?”

You nod. His hands gently play with your breasts, occasionally fiddling the nipple. He also gives it an experimental lick and suck between every touch. You moan and sigh at each touch, every one of them leaving you wanting more.

As he plays with your breasts, your hands sneakily go down to his crotch, zipping down the fly and pulling down his boxer, releasing his hard manhood. Your right hand wrap itself around the shaft, while your left go his tip, which is leaking with precum.

Your hand begin to work its magic, the right pumping up and down, and the other rubbing the tip, making a circling motion. He moans onto your breasts, the vibration sending chills down your spine. This goes on for a minute until you decided to pick up the pace.

As you pump his cock faster, he also sucks on your nipples harder, each one of them getting the same attention he’s giving.

Soon enough, he comes onto your hands. You bring your hands to your face, and you lick them clean. Newt blushes at the sight as he rests his head on top of your chest.


“Newt? Is everything okay?”

“I’m so lucky…”

You were about to ask him what he meant until he position himself at your entrance. Before he enters you though, you swiftly reach to your bedside and pull out a condom, unwrapping it and placing it on his cock.

It tenses back when you touch it, and you know he is ready for what’s about to come. No pun intended.

“If this hurts… Tell me to stop, [Name]. I don’t want to hurt you,”

He slowly slides himself inside of you, his cock stretching you slowly, painfully. You cringe and whimper at the burning sensation, and you cling onto his shoulder for your dear life. He stops moving when your nails dig into his skin, worry flashes in his green eyes.

“I’m okay Newt, ah.. Give me some time to adjust..”

You try to move your hip so his cock goes deeper. Newt understands, and he slowly sinks himself fully inside of you.

As the burning sensation subsides, you begin to feel pleasure. The feeling of being full, it makes you go crazy. And you want more of him.

“Newt, you can move now,”

He starts thrusting in an out of you with a slow pace, still testing the waters. He wants to make sure that you are in your most comfortable position. With each thrust, his moan gets louder. And with each thrust, he picks up the pace.

You don’t know what to feel anymore. The sensation in your abdomen or the spinning in your head. Everything happen all at once, and you can’t contain it anymore. You beg for him to go faster, harder, and he does with every thrust.

Symphony of your love making fills the air, both voices complementing each other. Him calling your name, you moaning his name, him grunting and you whimpering at every thrust. You reach your peak when he hits that spot inside of you that builds up your release. You brace yourself on his shoulder, while kissing him before it happens.

“I love you [Name]… Ah… So much…”

“I love you too Newt…”

He comes first into the condom, you second after he finishes. It’s the most amazing thing to ever happen in your life, and even now, you’re still seeing stars. Your body feels like a jelly too. Both of your panting is the only sound you hear for a minute, until he breaks the silence and asks,

“So… How was it?”

“Really Newt?”

“Um… Am I not supposed to ask that…?”

“You did great Newt, I love every second of it,”

“Oh thank heavens, I thought you weren’t enjoying it as much as I did,”

“Trust me, I really did. And now, thanks to you, I don’t think I can concentrate on the test tomorrow”

He gives you a guilty toothy smile, and mutters a series of sorry to you.

“It’s alright baby, I’m sure I’ll nail that nest,”

“Are you really sure?”

“I am,”

“A hundred percent?”

“A hundred percent sure. Now come here and let’s sleep. I feel very tired,”

He scoots down next to you, pulling the cover over your and his naked body. You curl up next to him, and he wraps his arm around you.


“Yes, love?”

“Please don’t leave me,”

“That’s my line, sweetheart. Now, let us sleep,”

“Goodnight Mr.Scamander,” you smile.

“Goodnight too Ms.[Last Name].”

The last thing you feel before falling asleep was his lips on your forehead.

To Care, or not to Care ? (Stiles x Reader)

Requested by @hannazk : heey can you do a imagine where y/n is stiles girlfriend and he’s spending a lot of time with lydia and y/n get’s jealous and fluff and stuff like this? thx!

A/N : I’m not a huge fan of jealously that leads to anger or confrontation, so I twisted it a bit, I hope it’s okay :) Also I gave a first name to Y/N’s father just because I find it awkward to write (Y/F/N) and I feel like it sort of breaks the flow of the story to have too many « blanks » like this. I chose a very generic name, you can disregard it if you don’t like it. Also I don’t like throwing my readers in media res (in the middle of the action) so I added a bit (a lot) of context first, before really working on the request. JuST DEAL WITH ME OkAY

Also, I really like the first 4k words,but then I feel like I messed it up

Set between season 5 & 6.

Word Count : 9,2k (listen, I have no self control)


Living in a small town truly was an experience of a kind. It was like living on another planet to a certain extent, while also being just an hour drive away from a bigger city, and all the entertainments it offered. After your parents’ divorce, you were torn away from the big city you were born in, and lived all your life. Your mom left with the new man in her life, claiming she needed some time for herself and to see the world. That didn’t leave you many options besides moving in with your dad, who just so happened to come from a small town, and now that nothing held him back in the city, he wanted to go back and live there.

You obliged, not putting up much of a fight – you were a bit of  loner and never had many friends or anyone worth causing more drama within your household. You didn’t have a boyfriend, your closest friend hadn’t given any news in tn days and when your dad assured you that his birth town was just big enough to have a brand new Theater and Starbucks, it was settled.

Everything happened in a blur really. Your two stories apartment in Oakland quickly emptied and it was like all trace of your passage here vanished from one day to the next. The first seventeen years of your life had been erased, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything besides mild annoyance, because putting all your stuff in boxes – with the perspective of having to unbox them a few days later – was the exact opposite of what you had planned to do for the last couple weeks before the end of summer break.

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In Love Again

Request: Can I request a newt x reader where he holds your baby daughter for the first time, and he falls in love with you and her all over again please? Lots of smiles and fluffiness please?


You hated that Newt had to see you like this, weak. A thick layer of sweat plastered your hair to your clammy skin as you cried out in absolute anguish, tears rolling down your cheeks, every part of your body screaming with hot fire. You just wanted it to be over, you just wanted it to end. Newt had been more supportive than you could ever thank him for, but until now, a part of him struggled to comprehend that this was his child you were giving birth to, and not just another of his creatures. Watching you now, the lovely smile he once wore was replaced by crippling sadness, crystal tears pouring from his vibrant blue eyes and down his freckle kissed skin. You knew why; Newt was incurably empathetic, which meant that seeing you in any pain would simply overwhelm and distress him to this point. The doctors encouraged you with each push, but their words were easily drowned out by your sobs of despair.


His voice was the most quiet in the room, but the only one you heard.

“N-Newt,” you gasped through your tears, your head rising as he spoke.

“Sweetheart, I need you to listen to me, alright? Listen to the sound of my voice, I’m right here,” he encouraged softly, entwining his slender fingers through yours.

You gave another push, shaking your head back and forth, “I-I can’t do this.”

Newt squeezed your hand, “Yes darling, you can. Look at me.”

You rolled your head pathetically to the side, catching Newt through your bleary vision. His elbows rested against the table, his ember colored fringe drooped over his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed together in worry.

“You only have a few pushes left,” he promised, rubbing his thumb against your skin. “So when the next one comes, squeeze my hand and know that I’m here, know that I love you, and you can do this. Can you do that for me?”

It was a rare occasion, hearing Newt utter multiple sentences without a single stutter. You gave him a nod, and as you gave your last few pushes, you focused on the sound of his soothing words, your nails digging into his flesh but not causing him to flinch at all. It hurt like hell, but there was not a chance in the world that you could’ve done it without him. Once it was over, you collapsed back into your pillows form exhaustion, your breathing heavy and unstable. The doctors quickly took your baby to get cleaned up, and Newt edged closer to you, using his knuckles to push your stray hairs affectionately behind your ears. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I wanted you to think I was brave, but I’m not.”

Newt bent over you, his lips coming to rest briefly like a whisper on your forehead. He pulled back, caressing your cheek lightly, “I’ve never seen you braver,” he whispered, his cool breath fanning over your skin.

You laughed softly, bringing your hand to cup his, “Thank you.”

Newt opened his mouth, but was cut off by a doctor.

“Here she is,” the doctor smiled warmly, passing your baby girl into your arms.

She was wrapped snugly in a plush pink blanket, her chubby cheeks rosy as she stirred, and you were surprised to see that, unlike most newborns, she wasn’t crying at all now, but instead looking genuinely content to be in this new world. Her warmth spread into your arms, and you stared at her in awe, starting to cry again after just having stopped. She had her father’s eyes, big blue green orbs filled with wonder and charm.

“We made that!” you squealed softly, brushing off a tear and looking at Newt.

Newt pulled his eyes up to yours, a short airy laugh emitting from his chest, “we made that,” he repeated in disbelief. “She’s an absolute b-beauty,” Newt breathed lovingly, “must’ve gotten that from you.”

“Really? I’d say that’s all you,” you glowered.

You raised your fingertips to touch your daughter’s squishy little fingers. “This is a bit different than raising your creatures,” you giggled breathlessly.

“Well, considering you are the only one I have ever trusted to care for them, and considering how much kindness and love you gave to them, I’ll bet you’re going to make the best mother anyone could ever ask for,” Newt grinned.

Even after years with Newt, things like this still caused you to find yourself furiously blushing beet red.

You pecked your daughter on the head and smiled down at her joyus little face, and as carefully as you could, you passed the little bundle into Newt’s arms.

He grasped her tightly against his chest, staring down at her for a good while, his mouth hung open as he searched for the words to say. After a long silence, he raised his head, closing his eyes as he struggled to gain composure, a fresh wave of tears now rolling down his cheeks.

“It’s like-” his voice cracked and he shook his head again, his lips twitching upwards as he cried softly and left his sentence unfinished.

“It’s like what?” you smiled, using the pads of your thumbs to brush the tears from Newt’s soft skin.

Newt brought all his attention to you, his shimmering eyes softening as he gazed dumbfounded at you. “I-It’s like,” he breathed quietly, “It’s like I’m falling in love all over again.”

Your heart practically melted right then and there. “She is pretty easy to fall in love with,” you smiled warmly, looking back down at your child. But Newt continued on staring at you, his fingers crawling under your chin and lifting your face back up to his.

“Not just her,” he sighed, tilting his head. “I’m afraid, my love,” he said, searching your face, “that I am falling for you all over again.”

You shook your head in amazement, “what did I ever do to deserve you, Newt Scamander?”

“Exist,” he said simply, without a moment’s hesitation.

You were going to say something, but a sudden wave of sleepiness crashed over you, and you found yourself unable to suppress your yawns.

“Merlin’s beard,” Newt said, “that was supposed to be romantic, not put you to sleep.”

“Mmm,” you said faintly, “sorry sweetie, I’m just so exhausted.

“Yes of course,” Newt straightened up, “you need lots of rest. But…not to worry, I’m not going anywhere darling, I’ll be right here when you wake up!”

“Don’t worry,” you mumbled, “you have to go and take care of your beasts.”

“They’ll be alright without me for a while. After all, I have a new beast to take care of now,” he giggled to himself, tapping your daughter lightly on the nose.

“Newt! Don’t call her that!” you snorted with laughter.

“A-and once you awake, I will be sure to give you a proper good kiss,” he smiled bashfully.

Your eyelids drooped, but you smiled, “how about you kiss me right now?”

Newt blinked a few times, the corners of his mouth twitching up into that smirk of his you loved, his cheeks flushing, and adorable dimples appearing. You bent cautiously forward, your fingers coming to lightly brush Newt’s velvety golden red hair from his eyes. You sighed contently, tapping your fingers lightly against Newt’s temples as you gazed deep into the pools of his familiar blue eyes.

“I want you to know that, with you…well, I fall in love with you all over again every time I see you. I am so in love with you, Newt Scamander,” you murmured.

Newt’s skin turned hot under your palms.

“A-and I you,” he stuttered softly.

You strung your arms loosely around his neck, Newt’s hands coming to gently cup your cheek. You tilted your head, eyes fluttering closed, your lips finding Newt’s familiar ones with no trouble. It was easy, with Newt. Your lips molded easily together like two puzzle pieces, and every time you kissed, you found your heart springing to a thrum at the sensation of his soft and plump lips against yours. You pushed a little further, your nose pressing into Newt’s skin, your hands coming up to trail through his locks. Newt hummed lightly in content, the vibrations sent through your locked lips. His thumb caressed your cheek gently, every move of his cautious and careful with you, his intensity always soon to mimic yours with ease. Newt smiled radiantly against your mouth, and you could practically taste the happiness on his lips. You briefly bent your head in deeper, Newt quickly dipping his lips forcefully against yours before pulling back, his grin still plastered to his face.

“I needed that,” you sighed, collapsing back against your pillows.

“Rest well, beautiful,” Newt soothed in reply.

He shifted slightly to raise the blanket around your body, tucking you snugly in, the sleep already coaxing you into darkness. As he lifted his hands away, you used your last bit of energy to grab Newt’s wrist midair and hold his hand. You held it like that against the sheets, and a moment later, you were gone.

Newt leaned back, the smile on his face never faltering for even a second. And so he sat like that, admiring his two favorite girls in the world and wondering how he ever got so lucky.

You Like That Don’t You, Love?

Request: “Can you please do a Newt Scamander smut where either you catch him masturbating or he catches you and its kind of goofy sex. Also can the reader be his assistant who’s a thunderbird? If you can”

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 2514

Warnings: SmUT! Like the most detailed smut I have ever written in my LIFE.


Originally posted by relationshipaims

You and Newt leaned against a wall as you both stood eating a quick lunch, observing all the bustling creatures as you took your well-deserved break. You both had your vision trained on a small black thing, that was currently looking into its pouch with pride.

“How much do you want to bet that my lost necklace is in there?” You asked your companion, taking a bite from your sandwich.

“I don’t want to bet because I know it’s in there. We’ll get it back when he’s asleep.” Newt replied simply.

He looked to his side, lapping up your beauty with his eyes. He only now became aware of the way your arm was slightly grazing his whenever you’d bring your food up to your mouth, sending a pulse that would awaken the butterflies in his stomach. You turned your head, catching him in his stare, and he quickly looked back to the Niffler, a pink hue painted across his face.

“Look, think the bloody little rascal forgot something.” Newt pointed with a wide smile as the both of you had been idly watching the Niffler go about its business.

The creature was scurrying back to its treasure pile, unaware that it was dropping some valuable items from its pouch as it speedily ran into its burrow.

“Looks like break time is over.” You sighed, chucking the rest of your sandwich into your mouth. “I’ll help our little friend out, you go get the feed organised.”

Newt chuckled at your muffled sentence, watching you give him a chubby-cheeked grin and then swallowed your food, heading over to the trail of coins and jewels. He walked over to the side of his shed, where there were dozens of labelled boxes containing bags of feed for all the different species.

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The Less I Know The Better

Imagine: You and Newt are in an a newly blossomed relationship, however, once you see him getting extremely close to another girl you can’t help but feel slightly naive to have ever placed your trust in a man so quickly. 

Author’s Note: I just really enjoy writing angst, obviously. I mean what a way to break up an angsty fanfic with more angst? Right? Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. There is swearing in this ! Wow ! Shock ! Horror ! Tbh, I don’t think I’ve ever read a Newt fic with swearing so please, lap it up !!!! It’s also 3:35am, so soz for shitty writing :-)

Word Count: 2032

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Can’t Sleep


Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Words: 1,213

Genre: Fluff

Description: You wake up in the middle of the night to find Jungkook still awake.

~ Masterlist ~

Sleep, your favourite thing in the whole world. You couldn’t seem to get enough of it; in fact, the boys used to make fun of you because you could fall asleep just about anywhere: concerts, movies, on the floor, outside - it didn’t matter. However, sleep was apparently not something that came easy to everyone.

The dorms were colder than usual, the chiller months were just around the corner and no one had dared touch the thermostat in fear of scolding from the managers. You, however, didn’t care as much. If there was one thing that could prevent you from sleeping, it was the cold. You weren’t having it. Goosebumps covered your body when you finally talked yourself into peeling the covers off yourself, shivering when your feet touched the floor. You pulled your oversized flannel over your t-shirt, leaving the buttons undone. You padded over to the door and opened it quietly, the door creaked loudly causing you to hush it as if it could understand. You walked quietly down the hall, the cold tile floor sending frigid sparks up your legs. Wrapping your flannel over your torso, you finally made it to the thermostat, turning it up slightly not wanting to cause too many problems. Out of the corner of your eye you seen a light coming from the living room and some rustling around.

“Who the hell is up this late…” You checked the time on your watch, 4:38am.

You peaked around the corner to find tousled hair wrapped in a thin fuzzy blanket, curled into an upright fetal position. Jungkook? You stared at him briefly, wondering what he was doing up so late. Apparently you lingered a bit too long as he must’ve sensed your presence, peeling his eyes away from his phone to shoot up to look at you.

“Y/n? What are you doing up?” His voice was quiet, smooth like hot chocolate on a rainy day.

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