I Will Comfort You

@allyadarth asks: Hi darling! I finally found a request for you. I got some news this week that made me feel discouraged and thought maybe I could ask a Newt X reader where he comforted her? Your writing calms me down and is so pure, I thought it would be perfect! Love you ❤❤  @allyadarth

Darling, I hope this helps to comfort your heart. :) I am sorry it is a bit short as I have had a PILE of responsibilities on my shoulders this last week. I hope whatever is going on in your life gets better. Enjoy some Newt cuddles in the meantime and know that I’m thinking of you.  ❤

Just a side note: my requests are officially closed. I am just keeping a promise with this one. When my life finally settles down I will hopefully be able to do some but we shall see. :)

It had just been one of those weeks. Nothing was going to plan. Work was an absolute nightmare. You burned your hand trying to cook pasta. You received terrible news that left you feeling really discouraged. Then, to top it all off, you missed the train ride home. Burdens were piling up inside your heart and you were not sure how much more you could take.

Upon arriving home that evening your melancholy feelings only continued. The apartment was still and quiet.  Newt’s case was resting wide open in the middle of the sitting room rug. As much as you needed him you decided that rather than disturbing his nightly rounds you would just curl up on the sofa and wait, kicking off your high heels. 

Feeling defeated, you hesitantly shut your eyes and drifted off to sleep, hoping that when you awoke the world would seem a little more cheerful.

Presently, the scent of mint tea and buttered toast wafted through the air. Your eyelids fluttered several times. Sitting next to you was Newt, holding a mug of tea directly in front of your face. The precious sight of his eyes peering into yours melted your heart.

“Hello, darling. You never came to tell me you were home. Are you hungry?”

Newt knew that something was wrong. He could tell by the exhaustion in your eyes and the frown upon your lips. 

“I am a little hungry.” You mustered with a faint smile.

“Right, then…” Newt could tell from your resting position that your energy level was completely drained. Concerned, he moved next to you and held a piece of toast to your mouth, waiting for you to take a bite.

You took the smallest bite and chewed slowly as tears filled your heartbroken eyes.

“Come here, love.”

Newt put the toast on the plate and propped himself against the arm of the sofa. He pulled you between his legs and rested your back against his chest before running a hand down your arm. He laced your fingers together, “Darling, what happened?”

Your voice quivered, “This week has been so difficult. I hardly know where to begin…”

Newt sucked on his bottom lip, pondering, he had been so wrapped up in his work that he had not noticed anything out of the ordinary. His heart broke a little as he noticed the tears start streaming down your cheeks.

Over the next several moments you spilled your heart out to Newt about all of the horrible things that had happened. “Then I received this news… that really discouraged me. Nothing feels right, Newt. I’m just so overwhelmed.”

“Oh, my dear. Let me help you. Please. Let’s go lie down. Would that help?”

You shook your head yes, not finding the strength to argue.

Newt assisted you from the couch and led you to your bedroom where he helped you change into something more comfortable, “The purple one or the blue one?” He laughed, holding up two different pairs of pajamas.

“Which one do you like?” A small smile formed on your lips.

“I really don’t have a preference.” He teased, choosing the blue.

Newt cupped your cheek in his palm and sighed, “Everything is going to be fine, darling." 

You sighed as he dressed you. You felt somewhat robotic. You loved that he was being so loving and sweet but your heart felt too damaged to respond. Sensing your pain Newt quickly helped you get into the covers before changing quickly himself. 

He carefully pulled you against his chest an let the warmth of his body comfort you. You traced your finger over the lines of his pajamas and sighed. If nothing else, you felt protected and that was what you really needed at the moment.

"Darling. What do I always tell you?”

You thought for a moment. There were MANY things that Newt Scamander always told you. However, you had a feeling that you knew exactly what he was going to say. Your voice was small, “Worrying means you suffer twice.”

“Exactly.” He smirked, kissing your cheek, “Do you believe me?”

“I do…but… Newt, some days are just too difficult I find it hard to remember.”

“I know, darling. Did I ever tell you why I chose to live by that philosophy?”

You shook your head no, unable to recall if he had ever fully explained it.

“One time… as I was serving on the eastern front in the war, with the dragons, I sustained a horrible injury.” He pointed out a long scar on his arm, “I know it does not look like much but this caused me to lose a lot of blood - too quickly. I laid there on the battle field. I thought I would die… and this soldier… next to me… he was dying. Horrible injury.” Newt shuddered at the memory, “He looked deep into my eyes and smiled… he SMILED as he lay dying and said, ‘Scamander’?”

Your heart broke a little, thinking of the hardships Newt had seen but never really spoke about.

“He said, 'Scamander…don’t worry… you’re going to be fine… if you worry – you won’t make it. It will only cause you to suffer more than is needed.'” Newt paused, “Darling, he was dying yet he had the strength to comfort ME. I hope I can do the same for you, my dearest love.”

You sighed, tucking your head under his chin. You could feel his breath fanning your face and it was the sweet smell of mint tea and cinnamon. The familiarity of it grounded you and made you feel peace and strength. 

“Are you falling asleep on me?” Newt teased, kissing the crown of your head.

“No… I was just thinking of how brave that man must have been.”

“You are brave too, darling.”

Your heart melted. You didn’t feel brave. “No, not like that.”

Newt tilted your chin to gaze into your eyes, “No, not like that… you’re not fighting in a war but you are fighting the battle of day to day life. Sometimes, that can be even more difficult. I am desperately proud of you, love.”

You smiled, for the first time, and felt your heart soften. Newt was just what you needed.

Newt  rested his forehead against yours, “Are you feeling better?”

You shook your head yes.

“That’s wonderful. Now…” He ran a hand down your neck, “May I kiss you, darling?”

“Please." 

Newt kissed your nose gently before melting into your lips. You felt his heart beat quicken as you raked a hand through the curls at the back of his head. 

"Merlin…” He gasped.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his messy hair and the goofy sideways smile that formed on his lips.

“I love you, Newt.”

“I love you more.” He smirked, affectionately pulling you closer for another kiss. “Everything is going to be just fine, darling.”

Somehow, in your heart, you knew it was true.

MASTER LIST

Rainin’ You

Summary: Reader both likes and dislikes rainy days. Inspired by the tone of Brad Paisley’s “Rainin’ You”

Word Count: 1,850

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Tagging @jackdawsonsgrl @heneed-somemilk @blackholeunderyourbed @dont-give-a-bother @whatinbenaddiction @thosefantasticbeast2 @red-roses-and-stories @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @ly–canthrope​ @caseoffics @benniesgalaxy @studyforthreehands @barbarachern

WARNING: Death Mention

You sit on the deep windowsill, knees pulled up against your chest, chin resting atop your knees, eyes focused on the rain pounding against the pane of cool glass.

You sigh, breath fogging up the glass for a second, and you wonder if when it fades, you’ll be able to see through the rain to the intersection only five blocks away. The heavy rain obscures it, but on good days, you can spot it, watch the cars ramble past as though nothing matters.

For a moment, you think you smell pine and rosemary, a combination that shoots hope through you, and, despite everything, despite the memories, despite the old gown hanging in the back of your closet, you shut your eyes and let yourself pretend that Newt’s here, just in the other room mixing you a cup of tea with honey, waiting to curl up on the other half of the ledge and discuss your future the way you used to. For that moment, it’s like he never left. You breathe in again, begging the air for one more waft of the familiar scent, but the smell is gone as quickly as it appeared.

A sharp twinge of pain shoots through your chest, reopening old wounds you sewed shut a few months before. Unfortunately, you’ve never been good at sewing and your stitches tear out with any small prick of a memory.

Tears well up in your eyes, but a smile drifts onto your lips when the small puppy you’d adopted with Newt hops onto the ledge, licking at your foot before curling into a ball, tiny nose pressing against the pane, huffing small clouds onto the glass.

You peer back out at the rain, letting it transport you, letting it take you back to back the first time you’d met Newt: a sunny day that flipped on its side faster than you’d ever seen.

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Ezra Miller attends the Vivienne Westwood show during London Fashion Week Men’s June 2017 Collections on June 12, 2017 in London, England.

frustrating — peter parker

prompt: you and peter both have immense crushes on each other, but say nothing, because best friends aren’t supposed to think about kissing each other

warnings: language and fluff. plus this is super long rip

notes: prompts like this fuck me UP man like I am a sucker for cliché tropes done correctly and in a way that isn’t sexist or toxic. hope you enjoy requests are open! i’m thinking of making a sequel to this bc it’s super cute and I have so much more I want to happen, but y’all can decide if that happens or not :)

Though he hasn’t known you for that long, Peter can’t help but admire you and the person you were constantly. He finds himself thinking about it when his eyes glaze over the room, searching for you landing on you, and he can’t help the corners of his lips tugging up into the softest, most appreciative smile you’ve never seen.

He doesn’t know how, out of the two years you’ve been best friends, you hadn’t notice his wandering gaze and his staring, but he’s glad you don’t catch it. He’s sure that you’d find nothing of it, mainly because that’s just the person you were, but still. There are times when he’d wish you’d notice his eyes poring over your entire being and you’d actually say something to give him an idea of how you feel about him. He doesn’t actually expect you to of course, because by nature you were quite awkward and would never say something that you thought would embarrass you, nor would you ever actually tell him if you liked him. It’s not like he would either.

And it’s not like he thought you would ever like him in the first place.

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ilvermorny / remus lupin

Anonymous said: Can I have a one shot where you’re from Ilivermorny or whatever and you transfer to Hogwarts and James (or Remus) is asked to escort you to your classes and such until you get used to it oml Im in love with this idea😍😍😍   

the gif tho. fUCK

word count// 1,353

Dumbledore’s office was quite intriguing. Tall shelves of books stretched to the ceiling and the quirky gadgets that scattered the room sparked your interest. Your fingers ran along the columns as you ascended the few stairs that led up to his desk, admiring and soaking in each detail. As you drew near the polished desk, your eyes met those behind a set of half-moon spectacles belonging to a long bearded man. His eyes were gentle and amused and you suddenly felt embarrassed for gawking at everything.

“Your office is sweet,” You exclaimed excitedly and your fingers itched to run along the spines of the hundreds of books.

The headmaster chortled gleefully and appeared puzzled. “I hadn’t a clue an office could be sweet, but I’m delighted you think so!”

You giggled and shook your head, forgetting you weren’t in America any longer. “No, sir. In America, people use the word sweet to describe something that’s cool or really nice.”

He ‘ah’ed’ and nodded in understanding, his eyes squinting as he smiled. “Y/F/N, the transfer student from Ilvermorny. We’ve been expecting you for awhile,” He informed and held a yellow candy out towards her. “Lemon drop?”

Brows furrowed, you accepted the candy and smiled at the peculiar man. You slid the lemon drop into your mouth and shifted awkwardly, waiting for him to continue and unsure of what to say. 

“Since you’ve no idea of your way around, I have spoken to a student whom is willing to escort you to your classes. He should be here any moment.”

“What’s this student’s name, Professor?”

Dumbledore carefully chose another lemon drop before replying. “His name is Remus Lupin. He’s in the Gryffindor house, as are you, and he’s a very bright wizard.”

Just as he finished and you had pursed your lips, mulling the newfound information in your mind, footsteps sounded from behind you and you spun around curiously. You had to refrain from giggling as the boy you assumed was Remus Lupin stumbled ungracefully up the few steps. When his eyes quickly flickered to you, his head ducked but you still caught sight of the pink tint to his cheeks. He tousled his messy hair further as his long, slender fingers raked through it and a giggle finally escaped when he kept beating his eyes toward you, but never for longer than a few seconds. 

“Ah, Remus!” Dumbledore exclaimed and rose from his seat. “You finally arrived.”

Remus rubbed the back of his neck and nodded sheepishly. “Sorry about that, Professor.” He smiled nervously.

“Not to worry, Mr. Lupin. This is Y/F/N, a transfer student from Ilvermorny.” He gestured to you and the attention in the room turned towards you.

You smiled politely at him. “Hi,” You blurted and sent a small wave his way.

He tried not to gape at your enthralling smile and after blinking a few times to make sure you weren’t a figment of his imagination, he smiled weakly. “Hi,” He replied, but it was less bubbly and sounded like he’d ran a marathon beforehand.

The headmaster clasped his hands together and a creamed colored piece of parchment glided from within his desk when he flicked his finger wordlessly. It flew into your grasp smoothly and your eyes scoured over the words while Dumbledore explained, “This is your schedule. I have put you in the same courses as Mr. Lupin to make him escorting you much easier on both of you. Seeing as how it’s Saturday, Remus, you may show her around the school today if you please. Now, you two can be off!”

After the meeting in Dumbledore’s office, your tour of the school commenced. Your mouth remained parted as you walked the corridors alongside Remus, your eyes taking in as much of the surroundings as possible. He had led you to the grand staircase and you heard him chuckling as your head tilted back to admire the portraits lining the walls. The marbling of the stairs as well as the architecture of the arched doorways was simply breathtaking and you found it hard to take in all of the subtle details. 

A palm landed on the small of your back, urging you toward the staircase. He couldn’t stop his eyes from training onto your awestruck face and smiling in amusement. You looked as if you’d never experienced magic in your life as you studied the moving portraits when you passed them on the ascend up the marble stairs. 

Deep within your own thoughts, an abrupt squeak elicited from you when the staircase began to move, gliding through the air to connect in a complete opposite direction. Your body swayed dangerously and Remus instinctively caught your waist to steady you from falling backwards. Your hands gripped onto his biceps and your stomach lurched when his muscles flexed underneath your palms.

“I think you failed to mention that the stairs move,” You joked breathlessly and you weren’t sure if the pounding of your heart was caused by the moving stairs or him touching you. 

Remus licked his bottom lip and bit it, his eyes darting from you for a split second before returning. He smiled sheepishly. “The stairs move.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t bite back a smile. “Thanks for the heads-up.” You laughed and dropped your hands from his arms, placing your firm grip upon the railing instead. “Anything else I should know before I go any further? You know, so I can avoid plummeting to my death.”

“Right. Some of the stairs disappear or will make you leg sink through,” He informed as he continued on guiding you upstairs before pointing at a particular step that you both were approaching. “Like that one, for example. You’ll learn which ones to jump. Eventually.”

“Eventually?” You cried and widened your y/e/c eyes. “Is this school trying to kill it’s students?”

He chortled and hopped over the step with ease. “Hogwarts is one of a kind, love.”

His hand extended for yours which you gratefully accepted. You stretched your leg over the pesky stair and hopped onto the same one Remus stood on. Your landing wasn’t as smooth as his and you stumbled into him a bit. His hand that wasn’t curled around yours went to your waist for the second time and you flushed pink, giggling off the clumsy act. He smiled down at you gently and you swallowed nervously, his close proximity heightening your nerves. 

“Erm, we should probably head to the common room,” He said lowly and your belly fluttered. “It’s getting late.”

Pulling away from him, you tucked a hair behind your ear and nodded. “Lead the way, Lupin.”

The Gryffindor common room didn’t disappoint. 

A fire burned brightly in the fireplace, crackling and popping soothingly. Red couches and armchairs scattered around the room, but the small window seat caught your utmost attention. It had it’s own little nook, little plush pillows perched on top of the seat with a throw blanket folded neatly along it. You could vividly picture yourself practically living there with a book or homework assignments or perhaps charcoal pencils to sketch the view. It was cozy and warm to welcome you as soon as you entered into it. 

“The girls dormitory is that way and the boys is over there.” Remus pointing in the correct direction of the dorms and you watched in amusement as his face flushed. “Not that you needed to know where the boy’s dormitory is unless–”

You nudged him and he closed his mouth immediately. “Maybe I’ll visit you in your dorm sometime,” You teased and winked suggestively, thoroughly enjoying him so flustered.

“R-Right! I-I mean-”

“I’m kidding, Remus.”

“I knew that.”

Smiling up at the messy haired and brown eyed boy, you pushed yourself onto your toes and pressed your lips to his reddened skin. “Goodnight, Remus,” You hummed and just as quickly as it had happened, you had slipped out of sight towards the girl’s dormitory. 

Remus grinned goofily in the direction you had left in. 

He could still feel your lips on his face even as he laid awake in bed that night. 

Being Remus and Nymphadora’s daughter would involve...

Being born after the war because they’re alive fight me

Teddy being very overprotective of you and being the best big brother ever

Remus telling you about all the mischief he and the Marauders got up to at Hogwarts

Being a Metamorphmagus like your mother

You and Teddy trying to think of increasingly elaborate ways of stealing from your father’s chocolate stash

Teddy looking out for you when you start at Hogwarts and not being ashamed of hanging out with his little sister

You and your mother often kick Teddy and Remus out so you can have a girls night

Your father’s the one you go to when you need advice or comforting

You go to your mother when you need to vent or bitch about someone

Teddy and you having prank wars all the time

You and Teddy morphing into different teachers to prank students and teachers alike

Teddy having to physically restrain you from attacking anyone who insult your father for being a werewolf and then attacking them himself

Being the closest, weirdest, happiest, family in existence

A/N: If you want to give feedback or request something, my ask is here!

Cuddling With...

Request: Cuddling with anyone tbh will be gr8 thank youu

A/N: Just some drabbles about a whole bunch of people I absolutely adore to be quite honest. 

Word Count: N/A

Newt Scamander-

“Please come back to bed, (Y/N)…” A sleepy Newt called out to you as he grasped around the bed in search of your warm body. You padded out of the bathroom and smiled at his adorable and pouty self. His brown curls were messy, eyes heavily lidded due to his half awake state, and the blankets were wrapped tightly around him. 

“I’ll coming, just had to use the bathroom, Newt.” You chided and slipped back under the covers, immediately curling into his side and he sighed in content. 

“Thank you. It was quite cold without you, love.” He murmured into your hair as his arms wrapped around your body, drawing you in as close as possible. His fingers traced delicate patterns on the small of your back as his lips pressed a small kiss on your forehead. You couldn’t help but giggle at how affectionate and cute he was half asleep. Your hands went up to meet his hair and allowed your fingers to weave through the soft locks. It was going to be a lazy day and you were perfectly fine with that if it meant spending time with your favourite Hufflepuff.

Queenie Goldstein- 

Your reading time was quickly cut off when Queenie took her place beside you and poked at your arm. You set the book down, turned your head to face the woman and arched your eyebrow.

“Yes, love?” You asked, though you already knew what she wanted. It wasn’t as if you could read her mind, but she’d only interrupt you while reading if she was in dire need of attention. She smiled sweetly up to you and moved to press a kiss on your cheek tenderly. You shifted all your attention towards her, forgetting about the book’s plot. ‘Save it for another time.’ You thought. 

“Just bored is all. You’re always spending time reading instead of talking.” She commented and rested her head on your shoulder. You chuckled and rolled your eyes before proceeding to wrap your arms around her.

“You got my attention. Happy yet, gorgeous?” You asked her.

“Yes I am.” She beamed. 

Sirius Black-

“Baaabeeee.” Sirius groaned, tugging at your arm childishly as you tried to finish an essay for potions. When you didn’t immediately respond to his pleas, he moved until you could see his face and pouted, complete with the loving-yet-annoying puppy dog eyes. 

“Ten more minutes, Sirius, okay? Almost done.” You mumbled, trying to ignore his cute facial expression because the minute you looked, you melted and give into his pleas. His voice was raised about three octaves when he said, “What?!” and you looked down at him, shrugging your shoulders. The boy shook his head and picked you up before you even knew what was going on. 

“No, I want to cuddle with you right now. Your potions essay can wait, it’s not even due for a few days.” He stated and set you down on the couch by the roaring fire. You allowed him to wrap his arms around your torso, already giving up at fighting against this. He was quite warm after all and maybe you could spare thirty minutes for Sirius’ pleasure. You laid your head against his chest and deeply inhaled the scent that could only be described as Sirius. He peppered kisses along your collarbones and you hummed at his affection. 

“Not so bad, is it, baby?” He muttered against your skin and you merely giggled in response. Not so bad, indeed.

Remus Lupin-

How you two ended up, limbs tangled together, with books strewn everywhere on the bed, was a mystery to you both. One minute you had been studying late into the night with each other, and then you two were cuddling. Not the worst thing to be doing on a chilly night, you had to admit.

“Remus…” You murmured to the boy as you gently tapped a rhythm on his chest while he rubbed small circles on your shoulder blades, relieving the tension that built up over the past few days. He stopped what he was doing and looked at you and pecked your nose.

“Yes, my love?” He acknowledged while tugging your body closer to his. 

“Just wanted to say I’m thankful for you, is all.” You chirped and kissed his jawline. He, in return, gave you a lazy smile and moved his head down to give you a proper kiss on the lips. You smiled against his lips, giddy for who knows what. Probably because you were with Remus and finally got to relax after a stressful week. 

“As am I.”  

Draco Malfoy-

“Draco, I’m cold.” You complained and opened your arms up, hoping he’d take the invite and come cuddle with you. When he didn’t look over right away, you pouted and let out an exasperated sigh. That got his attention and he looked over at you, eyebrow arched and a smirk adorning his lips.

“I’ll take care of that.” He drawled and approached you. The boy sat down beside you then moved your frame until you were resting comfortably in his lap. You giggled and began to pepper kisses along his jawline and neck. Draco responded by squeezing your waist and leaning his head back. 

“Warmer now,  princess?” He chuckled and lowered his head to capture your lips with his own. Your arms moved to wrap around his neck, brushing the platinum locks at the base of his neck. You pulled away from him and beamed. 

“Always warmer with you around, Draco.” With this statement, he pulled you closer to his body and nodded his head, content with your answer. You could hear him mutter a ‘good’ under his breath, making you smile. 

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Le Chat {Sirius Black x Reader}

Just some ol’ fluff for y'all. I don’t have much creative ideas for smut but I might make a smut part 2 if someone wants 😂

WARNING: SWEARING, IMPLIED SMUT ENDING, BUT OVERALL FLUFF

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“N-N-N-No!” Sirius warned, glaring at the black cat who sat out of his reach above the fireplace where an antique vase was.

He had agreed to watch over (Y/n) who was an animagus like him while the boys looked for an antidote, thinking she was experiencing trouble from transforming back into a human when in fact, she was just tired of putting up with people. She had done this before but the prolonged hours of staying in her animagus form had pushed the four boys into thinking she was stuck and was showing signs she needed help. Obviously, she was enjoying every bit of seeing them panic around the dorm but she was not expecting Sirius to volunteer in watching over her by himself especially when his animagus was a dog. Nonetheless, she kept things “fun” by teasing him and running out of his reach while knocking down vases.

The black cat looked down on him with a smug look on her face, challenging him to take a step closer.

“No, don’t you dare, (Y/n)! I know you can understand me,” Sirius said, her paw touching the vase threateningly. The suspense was killing him and although he was ready to catch the vase if (or when) it falls, he was more worried that she might get hurt once it shatters. He stepped away carefully and sighed, extracting his wand from his back pocket.

“Either we do this the easy way or the hard way,” he said calmly but the cat only hissed at him. “Alright! You’ve pushed me! Accio-”

But before he could finish the spell, (Y/n) swatted the vase at him and dashed somewhere in the common room, hiding under the couch. Sirius caught the vase in time before it had hit the floor, his wand between his teeth.

“Fucking cat…” he mumbled as he settled the vase back on the ground safely and started looking around for any sign of his feline friend.

“Here, kitty, kitty,” he called but there was still no sign of her. His mind was boggled with ideas on where she could’ve hidden underneath when he had a brilliant idea.

“Should’ve thought of this sooner,” he smirked before transforming into a large, black dog. It took a while for him to fully form since he was just beginning to get the hang of it but once he stretched his body into its new figure, he relaxed and began to sniff the air. His senses were completely overwhelmed by what he could smell and less of what he can see. Everything was exactly the same but he could barely see proper colors as he looked around the room.

He focused more on finding (Y/n) instead of comparing too much and so he sniffed every couch, table, and corner until he caught a smell that was all too familiar. He stopped at the red couch where he would often sit by the window and looked underneath.

(Y/n) hissed at him and squeezed to the farthest back where he could not get her. Sirius did not understand why she was being very hard-headed. Nonetheless, he transformed back into himself and stretched his hand under the couch.

“C'mere, you…” he said before finally managing to get a grab at the scruff of her neck, pulling her safely into his arms.

The cat did not surprisingly fight back as he carried her to the couch, keeping his hold on her tight just in case she decided to bounce off again. Sirius sighed exhaustedly before sitting down comfortably on the soft cushion. He stroked her black fur and gave her a bit of space, allowing her to rest on his chest, purring loud.

“They’ll be back, don’t worry,” he said, placing a soft kiss on top of her head. “In the mean time, why don’t you take a nap?”

(Y/n) blinked at him slowly and kneaded his chest with her paws, hoping he knew what she was trying to say. For some reason, ever since she could transform, she somehow knew how to show her affection in ways only a cat would know. Not that she hadn’t attempted before, of course. As a human, she had always liked Sirius but she was scared he might not accept her the way she did with him. Remaining friends was the only option even though she was not satisfied with it. Closing her eyes, she listened to his steady heartbeat and tried not to fall asleep as he talked.

“You’re quite the stubborn cat, you know?” He said, looking up at the red ceiling of the common room, “Not much of a difference, really.”

Say something more!

“I’ve always liked that about you, (Y/n). Always refusing to rest, always wanting to help out people without thinking of yourself…You’ll be the death of me,” he chuckled softly as he went on, “But you know what I like the most about you?”

The black cat blinked.

“Your compassion. I’ve screwed up for than once and yet here you are, waiting for me…I honestly don’t know if you’re permanently a cat now but I don’t mind keeping you.”

Wait, what? Keep me?

Sirius smiled softly at the cat who stared at him with wide, green eyes before he broke away from his trance-like confession.

“Oh Merlin, I’m losing my mind…You can’t possibly stay like this forever. We need to get you back. I need to get you back. I reckon Professor McGonagall has some books about situations like this. Hopefully, she won’t suspect a thing…”

No! Don’t bring me to her! This has gone too far!

Sirius stood up with her in his arms as he waited for his friends and just as he heard the heavy footsteps approaching, (Y/n) suddenly shifted into her human form, legs wrapped around his waist. Her hands rested on his shoulder while he stared at her, completely shocked but still managing to keep his grip on her bare thighs. She was dressed in his oversized black coat and a smirk was on her lips.

“Hi,” she said innocently and that’s when he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her sweetly. It was her turn to feel shocked. She had not expected to him to love her back this much but now that it was definitely happening, she did not hesitate to kiss him back. Sirius smiled through the kiss before they finally pulled away.

“Hello to you too,” he said happily, brushing her hair over her ear in order to see that smile he fell so in love with.

“Sirius! We found it! We found the antido- WHAT,” James exclaimed at the sight of (Y/n) who was still clinging onto Sirius with a nervous chuckle. Remus shook his head at them while Peter bounced happily on his feet.

“I should’ve seen this coming…” Remus muttered.

“Hooray! Great job, Sirius!” Peter cheered.

However, the three of them had now set their eyes on (Y/n)’s legs, confusion written all over their faces which Sirius was quick to catch on but he did not care to explain right now.

“Honestly, boys, do you mind?!” He barked protectively as he set (Y/n) down and covered her with his body.

“There wasn’t even anything to see.”

“Yup! Definitely nothing.”

“Oh, wow, look at the time! It’s annoy Snivellus time! Gotta run!”

“Bye, Sirius!”

The boys left as soon as possible, not wanting to see any more of that and risk getting hexed by the couple. (Y/n) turned to Sirius shortly after they had disappeared through the doorway, her fingers in his hair while his eyes looked at her lovingly.

“So, Hogsmeade on Saturday?” He asked.

“Of course, Sirius,” she replied, kissing him quick and light.

He returned the gesture eagerly and leaned in close to her ear afterwards before he whispered, his voice now heavy with lust.

“Oh, and about that vase? I ought to punish you for that.”

(Y/n) smirked at this and the two raced back to his room, locking the door with numerous spells to avoid anyone from interrupting them again.

Request: “A scenario where reader confesses their feelings for Credence and he just… doesn’t understand it. Like, he spends the next days just asking them to make sure, like ‘you… really like me?’ and they’re like ‘yep’ ‘you’re not gonna change your mind?’ ‘nah…’ ‘you don’t think I’m weird?’ ‘no, you’re adorable’ something funny, you know?”

Warnings: None!!

Word Count: 1,439

A/N: Gender neutral!! Also this is my first crack at writing in a while. I hope it was worth the wait!!

You hadn’t meant for it to be this big a deal. Newt had warned you that being so straightforward might confuse Credence, but you hadn’t known it would be like this. You were a person who just… wasn’t afraid to feel what you felt. Your parents had raised you to be confident and strong and sure of yourself, and that’s exactly how you were.

So as soon as you had developed feelings for Credence and realized after some time that they weren’t going anywhere, you accepted it and formed a plan of action. It was a little odd that you had developed such strong feelings for such a quiet, reserved person, but you understood that this was a result of his upbringing and that the mind behind the silence was sharp and aggressively active now that it had escaped its torment. In the wake of everything, he was aggressively himself; that’s just how he adapted. But this didn’t mean he was confident about it. In fact, one might argue he had become more sensitive now that he understood and accepted himself as a completely formed personality. Because however someone felt about this Credence was how they felt about him as a whole and complete person separate from his adoptive mother and her cruel messages.

It was this sensitivity that led you to ask Newt how to proceed with telling Credence. He had been a little flustered at the question and unsure how to answer you, since dealing with human emotion wasn’t exactly his area of expertise,, but when you told him you just wanted to tell Credence flat out, he had confessed he thought Credence might not know how to accept that since he had only just recently accepted himself. However, since he didn’t give you much guidance other than that (honestly what had you expected), you had decided just to tell Credence anyway. Gently, of course.

It had gone a little something like this:

You told Credence that you wanted to speak to him privately, that it wasn’t bad news or anything, you just wanted to talk to him, and he had agreed. It was interesting to see how calculating he was now that he was free to be himself, the way his eyes narrowed just slightly to analyze your body language and how you could clearly see him thinking behind those active eyes, slightly darker now that he was assessing the interaction. He wasn’t afraid to let you know now that he was thinking and capable of judging a situation himself. No one would guide his opinions or force him to think any one way anymore.

So you both sat down on the couch, him sitting at an angle tilting toward you so that he could observe you closely still. You didn’t mind being under his intense gaze; in fact, that intensity was a huge factor in developing feelings for him in the first place. You thought this fondly as you just took a deep breath and said evenly and confidently, “I have feelings for you, Credence. Strong ones. Romantic ones. And I wanted you to know. And of course to see if you felt the same.” For all your confidence in yourself, you weren’t so sure about other people’s feelings for you.

You could see the wheels in Credence’s brain whirr briefly before coming to a stop while he processed the new information. “You…like me?”

“Well, that is what I just said, Credence.” You couldn’t help but chuckle as you reaffirmed your statement for him.

“Like… Like a boyfriend?”

“Yes, Credence.”

“You don’t think I’m strange?”

“No.”

“You don’t think I’m a…freak?”

“Nope.”

“You like me as a person?”

“Yes.”

And of course, you hadn’t minded reaffirming your feelings for him. You knew that this was a new experience for him and that he didn’t know how to navigate it and that accepting this new attention was different, but it had been days. It had been days, and he still couldn’t get passed this new information. In fact, it was another of the same questions that drew you out of this train of thought. “I mean you… You haven’t changed your mind? About me? Still?”

You inhaled deeply through your nose. You hoped he didn’t take it as exasperation even though it kind of was and instead said flatly, “Look, Credence, do you want to go on a date with me? Because I’d love to take you on a date. A romantic date. Just you and me.”

You could have let out a sudden bark of laughter at seeing Credence blink over his wide eyes slowly as if this question was totally out of left field. “A… date. With me?”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Yes, with you. Is 7 tonight okay with you?”

You took his gaping at you as a Yes and went to your room to read some quietly and to give Credence time to process again.

You read for a few hours before you got ready, picking your favorite outfit and hoping this was not a monumental err in judgment.

After hearing Credence fumble around for an hour prior, desperately asking an equally clueless Newt what it is he’s supposed to wear or do on a date, you emerged from your room. It was so entertaining to listen to and had left you laughing at the two of them, but now you had to face your nerves because it was time for the date–your moment of truth. But honestly, if you thought you were nervous, you weren’t prepared for a clearly and externally flustered Credence, entirely red in the face and looking intently at the floor while picking anxiously at a poorly tied tie with one hand while the other was stuffed in a pocket. You wished you could snap a picture, but there was no time for that. Instead, you just said, “Hello, Credence. I figured we’d just go for a walk in the park?”

“O-o-okay,” was all he managed to croak out before he followed you out of the apartment.

You picked as low-stress a date as you could think of and gave Credence plenty of space, though you noted happily that he was walking slightly closer to you than he would have before. Honestly, you just tried to strike up banter like you did before he knew you had feelings for him, and time passed much as it had before. A comfortable silence had settled between the two of you for a few minutes as you paced through a grassy path before Credence spoke. “So you still…have romantic feelings for me? Even now?”

You stopped abruptly, causing Credence to halt as well. He looked so confused, and you didn’t mean to be fed up with the questions and you knew that his uncertainty came from being treated so poorly and from being told he would never be important to anyone, but you just wanted him to know how strongly you felt for him. So you tried to make sure the determination on your face didn’t look too angry as you leaned into him (while assessing his facial expressions to see if it was okay) and pressed a quick, chaste kiss to his mouth.

Credence’s eyes were wide, light catching them in a way that made them a honey hazel color, not as dark as they sometimes seemed indoors, and his mouth hung open slightly as he reached a hand up to touch his face. So, so quietly, he asked one more time, “Even now?”

For the first time since confessing your feelings to him, under his heavy gaze, you felt vulnerable and slightly nervous as you whispered back, just as quietly, “Especially now.”

As you spoke, the certainty in himself returned to his eyes as they hardened, calculating again, less unsure and more confident, as he brought himself gently to you and kissed you slowly. It was all pressing lips, with a gentle urgency behind the pressure he applied against your mouth. You found yourself wrapping tightly to him as he pulled you closer by your jacket, hands flexing in the fabric as he kissed you passionately out in the open, unashamed and finally convinced that you really did like him.

You were so breathless with excitement that you had to pull back for a moment and rest your forehead on his, closing your eyes and smiling before channeling one of Credence’s most frequent questions and saying quietly but with feeling, “Please, don’t change your mind about me.” As you opened your eyes to see Credence already actively studying you, you had a feeling he wouldn’t.

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The Inevitability of Our Story

Request: I was listening to Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis himself and I couldn’t help but think about Newt while listening to it idk its such a Newt song and then i thought of you and well, it sounds like a possible fic idea ;) ;) I know you have so many requests but i just wanted to put this out there, also to tell you that these kinds of songs remind me of Newt and then you and your amazing stories. Anyway, have a good day!

Word Count: 3,979

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by @dont-give-a-bother but also tagging @red-roses-and-stories @caseoffics @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @ly–canthrope @thosefantasticbeast2 @benniesgalaxy @studyforthreehands @whatinbenaddiction​

                                                  I. For

Newt’s quill scratches against the parchment and he mumbles words under his breath, reading over his manuscript. Thunder outside rumbles, raindrops thump against the glass panes, and you plod over to Newt, dropping into the open spot next to him. He hardly notices as your forearm brushes his lightly, or the way you hum softly before tapping the back of his hand.

“Newt?”

“Yes?” He mumbles, eyes still scanning over his messy handwriting.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes?” The word is distracted, his attention only half on you. This manuscript is important. He’s almost finished editing his chapter on bowtruckles and other leafy beasts; best friend or not, he doesn’t want to pause his work until he gets through the last page of it.

“Why do mooncalves only emerge during full moons?”

He doesn’t look up from the parchment. “They have an affinity for it.”

“But why?” You question, resting your chin in one hand as you play with the leaf of a potted plant sitting on the table.

Newt glances up at you, wary. “You really want to know?”

You nod, lips puckered in confusion as the leaf turns a shade of blue.

His heart twists, chest warming as he sets down his quill, and Newt shifts, uncomfortable with the sudden change of his heart’s rhythm. “It’s only a theory right now.”

You meet his eyes and smile. “That’s all right. I’d still like to hear what you think.”

Newt tries to ignore the feeling in his chest. “Could it wait a couple of minutes? I’ve almost finished here.”

“I’ll wait.” You say it with another smile, reaching out to squeeze his arm gently.

Though he was unaware of it, Newt has been on the precipice of falling for quite some time. Only a lack of free time had prevented him from considering this, considering asking you on a date. It would really only take a gesture, a small nudge, to knock him off that cliff, to convince him to ask you out.

Your soft squeeze of his arm is that nudge.

He lifts his quill again, throat dry, fully prepared to edit more, but Newt can’t tear his eyes away from the gentle slope of your nose or the way you narrow your eyes at the color-changing leaf.

Three pages of the chapter still need to be edited, but Newt flips the notebook shut, taking a deep breath, praying the strange feeling will disappear after a good night’s rest. “The moon’s a signal to them.”

Keep reading

SEX HCS - NAFS

{synopsis} what newton is like during sexy time

{warnings} why do i even include this in these it’s in tHE TITLE

{pairing} newt x neutral!reader

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{permanent tags} @melconnor2007 @buckys-perfect-storm @kellieabro @damneronpoe

A/N - idk if ya’ll have noticed but i just recently watched fantastic beasts and i’m now utterly infatuated with eddie redmayne.

Come Home (Newt Scamander x Reader)

The winner of the Newt Vs. Steve contest. Hope you enjoy!

He sat across from you at the kitchen table in your small London flat. You lazily stirred a spoon in your cold tea, watching as he eagerly read a letter from New York; more specifically, a girl from New York. Tina Goldstein to be exact.

You knew by the glimmer in his green eyes that he was going to leave, most likely due to her requesting his presence in America. You knew that she was beginning to take a spot in his heart that was supposed to be meant for only you, and you didn’t know how to accept that.

“You look happy,” you noted, setting your spoon on the table as Newt lowered the letter. A grin had formed on his face, his eyes crinkled at the corners as he sat back in his squeaky chair.

“I guess I am,” he beamed, his smile remained bright as his eyes found yours.

“Care to elaborate?” You questioned, leaning back in your own chair while crossing your arms over your chest.

“It looks like I’m returning to New York again!” He exclaimed gleefully. “Tina located a few Bowtruckles and wants me to take them in! I can’t put into words how excited I am to return; there was so much I wanted to do last time and-“

“Am I going with you?” You interrupted his wild speech after noticing that he was only mentioning things that he wanted to do. Newt’s grin faltered and he moved foward to grasp onto your hand; you allowed him to and watched him carefully.

“I don’t think it would be best,” he told you. He didn’t look the least bit bothered by the fact that you wouldn’t be joining him. “Tina is only expecting me, and I have to leave first thing in the morning, she even sent a ticket for the boat-”

“How considerate,” you snapped, pulling your hand out of his roughly. Newt looked shocked at your sudden action.

“This is a great opportunity, Y/N, don’t be mad at me,” he seethed, watching as you stood up to place your cup in the sink. You stood with your back to him when you began to speak again.

“I don’t understand how you can think I would be okay with you leaving me behind!” You said, voice shaking from anger. “I work with you and the creatures, Newt, this is my life! And suddenly you want to leave me behind?”

“You know that’s not true,” he protested, rising from his seat. “But I don’t always need you to be there; the creatures and I will be fine for a few weeks in New York without you!”

“I’m glad to hear that you don’t need me,” you stated, turning to face him with glassy eyes. He couldn’t feel any kind of remorse for bringing you to tears; there had once been a time where he would have been a mess at the sight of you crying.

“What do you want me to say? I’m perfectly capable of doing things without you! I’m getting the Bowtruckles and coming back here to you, Y/N.”

“Don’t you dare try to convince me that I’m not the one who has your heart anymore!” You yelled, voice cracking. Newt jumped, his jaw dropping slightly as his heart began to feel heavy. “You’re in love with someone else, Newt. She’s in New York, and I’m not her.”

“Y/N,” he sniffled, stepping towards you, his hand beginning to stretch out to you. You merely shook your head and stepped back.

“Go to New York, Newt,” you whispered, wiping at your eyes quickly before looking at him. He closed his eyes as he looked into your own, not able to handle the wall he could see being put up in you. The wall that would be used to keep him out, to push him away.

“I’m just confused, you know I love you-”

“If you really loved me, you wouldn’t have fallen for her,” you declared. “You are a pathetic excuse of a man, Newt Scamander.”

Newt sat across from Queenie in the kitchen of the apartment. Tina was at work, leaving the magizoologist alone with her sister.

“I don’t mean to pry,” Queenie began as she stirred her steaming coffee. “There are just some things that I can’t help but hear-”

“Please don’t read my mind,” he pleaded quietly in a hoarse voice.

Newt had returned to New York without you after making you promise to wait for him in London. He hadn’t realized how different life would be without you, though. There was more to do in the case. There was no one there to fix his hair after a night of falling asleep at his desk, but then again, there was no one there to make sure that he didn’t fall asleep at his desk.

“Your thoughts are kinda loud right now,” Queenie stated, looking down at her cup with a frown. “I just want to know what your intentions with my sister are.”

“I can assure you that my intentions are strictly platonic,” he rushed out nervously.

“Y/N didn’t seem to think so, did she?” Queenie inquired, her eyes flashing up to meet his with a hint of suspicion. She had always liked you and had admired your relationship with Newt; it hurt her to know that her sister was the reason you and Newt were fighting.

“You know what Y/N thought,” he snapped, beginning to feel upset. “She and I are going to work things out when I return to London, though. Everything will be okay for us.”

“Mr. Scamander, I know what happened between you and Tina,” Queenie sighed sadly. Newt’s leg hit the bottom of the table and he winced.

“It was a mistake,” he attempted to reassure her.

“Tina doesn’t think so. She doesn’t even know that you’re still with Y/N.”

“Well, I am still with Y/N,” he insisted, despite not knowing where your relationship stood.

It wouldn’t be until he returned to London that he found out.

“Let’s talk,” you stated as Newt entered the kitchen the morning after he returned from New York. You clutched a letter behind your back as you stood in front of the sink, watching as he stumbled wearily into a seat at the table.

“Would you like to start?” He questioned lowly, looking up at you as he played nervously with the sleeve of his shirt.

“Okay,” you breathed out, grasping tightly onto the letter. “How was New York?”

“It was fine,” he told you. “The new Bowtruckles are in the case and seem to like the others.”

“Did you see Jacob?”

“Yes, he and Queenie are getting very well acquainted again, I believe there will be a wedding soon,” he said with a small smile. “I always thought it would be us getting married first.”

“I… I don’t see a wedding in our future,” you whispered slowly, closing your eyes so you couldn’t watch the hurt fill his face.

“W-What?” He choked out, finding it hard to breathe as the weight of your words came crashing down over him. A tidal wave of what could have been. “Y/N, please don’t say that-”

“Tina sent me a letter,” you interrupted him, shakily holding the letter in front of your trembling body. You opened your eyes and found Newt shaking his head slightly, eyes filled with tears. “She wanted to make sure I was alright, you know, since we apparently we aren’t together anymore. She wanted to say sorry for her new relationship with you-”

“Give me that!” He exclaimed, jumping up from the table and bounding over to rip the letter from your hands.

“Step away from me right now,” you growled out, putting the letter behind your back. He began to speak before you cut him off. “I don’t want to hear what you have to say, this letter made it very clear that our relationship is done. I have my things packed, I should go.”

“No, Y/N, please,” he begged, falling to his knees and grabbing ahold of your legs as he cried. His head rested on your stomach, your shirt began to dampen from his tears as you attempted to pull away.

“Let go of me, Newt,” you demanded, pushing at his shoulders. He shook his head, looking up at you as he continued to cry.

“Stay, Y/N, please-”

“Let me go-”

“No, not until you-”

There was a loud slap, his head reeling to the side from the force of your hand against his cheek. His crying went silent as your hand stung, and finally, his arms dropped from your legs. You could tell that you had shook him down to his core, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as you left the kitchen to gather your bags.

“Goodbye, Newt.”

A/N: Definitely thinking about a part two for a reunion at a little wedding in New York. Let me know what you guys think.

Birthday Girl (NSFW/Smut)

Author: Arfrona-and-Marvel

Word Count: 2965

Warnings: Cursing/Sex

Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader

Type: Fluff, Smut

Note: Virgin reader and Peter :) 

Requested: nope

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Y/N’s POV

Peter covers my eyes with a blindfold and helps me stand up.

“This is kinky, Parker, what are you planning?”

Peter laughs nervously and I feel him getting more timid with his actions.

“Will you stop, Y/N? It’s just to keep the surprise a surprise.”

I giggle at his obviously flustered state from my sex joke.

I let him lead me out of the room to the unknown destination, one hand holding mine and the other on my waist as he gently pushes me along.

“Peterrrrrrr it’s taking so loooooong,” I whine, just to annoy him.

“Just a little farther, Y/N, bear with me here.”

My foot brushes against something soft.

“Is that another gym sock?”

“Uhhhhh… No it isn’t…” There’s a loud shuffle as he tries to kick the offending article away discreetly.

Oh, he’s so adorable when he’s lying.

He stops and lets go of my hand and waist. There’s a soft scrape to my left as he pulls out a chair.

Heh. Pulls out.

“Here ya go, love.” He takes my hand and gently guides me into the seat. He slips and I miss the seat, landing on the soft, carpeted floor instead. There’s a solid thunk as what sounds like Peter’s head collides with the wall.

“OH MY GOD PETER ARE YOU OKAY?” I tear off the blindfold and see the poor boy rubbing his head, where there’s bound to be a bump forming.

“I’ll live.”

“Oh you poor man-child, let me get you some ice.”

I rush towards the kitchen, noting the very nicely set-up dinner table for two.

He must be devastated that he couldn’t properly surprise me.

I stop as I enter the kitchen, trying to process the scene before me.

He hobbles up behind me, trying to stop me.

“Wait, Y/N, don’t go into the- ah shit you’ve seen it.”

I look around to see the room decorated with strings of lights and roses.

“Oh, Peter. You shouldn-” Peter kisses me before I could finish my sentence.

“You like it?” He asks as he pulls me closer for another kiss, deeper than the last.

I pull away before nodding, “Yes, Peter, I love it. Thank you.”

He beams at me before leading me to the table and pulling out a chair for me.

“My princess,” he jokes, gesturing for me to take a seat.

I sarcastically bow, “My knight.”

—–

After dinner, I stand up to help clean up the dishes.

Peter shoos me away and tells me to sit down while he takes care of it.

I don’t bother arguing with him, because I know fighting with him would be pointless with his stubbornness.

I stay seated while he collects the dishes and kisses my nose before leaving to wash them.

I watch him walk away and smile to myself as I take a rose from the vase on dining table and twirl it in my hands.

I giggle to myself as I think about our past two years together.

How sweet Peter was with his cute pickup lines and our weekly movie dates.

How shy he is when we kiss and how much of a gentleman he is.

I continue to reminisce until I see Peter standing in the doorway.

His cheeks are red and his hands are shaking a little.

He’s nervous.

“Peter, love, are you alright?” I ask.

He gives me a half smile and he walks over slowly, his body language screaming nervousness.

“Peter?”

“I, uh, I have one more gift for you,” he says.

“Peter! This is already so much, please that’s enough,” I laugh and I stand up to hug him.

He hesitates before hugging me back and now I see how nervous he really is.

“Peter? What’s wrong?” I ask, noticing that his legs are shaking.

He looks away from me as he reaches into his pocket and gives me a small index card with the letter V written on it.

Oh.

I look up at him questionably and he rubs the back of his neck, his face slowly acquiring the color of the roses on the table.

“It’s um. I-I, uh,” Peter stumbles.

“I get it Peter, V-Card,” I look up at him and smile before kissing his chin and then his nose.

“It’s a very unique present, Peter,” I say as I lean closer to Peter and kiss him again. He places his hands gently on my hips.

I lean back and smile, “So I can cash this in anytime I want?” I ask.

His face reddens a little before he nods.

“How about right now?” I ask slowly, hoping he would get a hint and suggest something.

He looks at me in the eye for a few moments before breaking contact and looks down at his feet.

“I’ve got another surprise for you, love,” Peter says, reaching over to the counter and giving me the blindfold again.

I look at him suspiciously before putting the blindfold on again.

“Just trust me, Y/N,” Peter says softly. I relax a little and reach out to hold his hand as he leads the way.

I am assaulted with a barrage of smells as we turn into a room, where everything sounds slightly muffled, as if it’s filled with soft furniture. My feet brush against… rose petals? I smell my favorite scented candles as well as… Febreze. Lots of Febreze.

Dammit Parker why don’t you clean this house more often?

His hands leave my shoulders for a few seconds and I hear some shuffling around me, no doubt he’s cleaning up whatever’s been left strewn around his ro-

The blindfold falls off suddenly and I’m left shocked at the scene in front of me.

Though I’ve been in his room a million times before, I’ve never seen it this clea-

Romantic. It’s never been this romantic.

Everything’s been swapped or covered with a red velvet and the lights are off, leaving only the candles to light the room. A gasp  escapes my lips. Peter, who is in the process of furiously trying to shove what looks to be a red and blue suit into the closet, whips his head around, eyes wide open.

“It fell off? Shit, now I can’t badmouth the baddies anymore about their lousy knots… Anyways, surprise?” he tries with a tight smile.

God, he’s so adorable when stuff goes wrong.

“Peter… just ask me…”

“Well, I mean you don’t have to, but… I…” Peter tries to start but fails to finish his sentence as I

lean closer, until our noses are almost touching. We stay that way, looking into each other's’ eyes for a while.

“Hi,” Peter greets me.

“Are you going to kiss me yet?” I ask, slightly impatiently. Face redder, than the cushions, he does just that.

He makes the first move, turning his head and closing the space between us. My lips meet his, agonizingly slowly. His hands cup my face and pull me closer, and I return the kiss with a passion I didn’t know I had. Our lips locked, he pulls us down onto the bed. One of his hands finds its way into my hair while the other one grasps my neck. My own hands find their way under his shirt and around the back of his head. He bites my lip, accidentally, and I jerk back, not expecting the bite.

“Oh my god Y/N I’m so sorry oh my god are you okay oh my god are you bleeding?” he babbles, moving his head around to check my lips.

I quickly run my tongue over my lips to check for blood

“I’m okay, Peter.””

“Hi, okay, Peter, I’m Peter,” he quips back,not missing a beat.

I laugh at Peter lightly before pulling down his pants.

“W-Wait, Y/N, are- are- are you sure ab-”

I cut him off with a finger pressed to his lips.

“Shhhhhh. Yes, Peter. I am sure. Now shut up and let me make you happy,” I say, kissing his nose to reassure him.

“But, I want to make you feel good fir-” Peter tries to object but lets out a moan instead as I palm his member through his boxers.

I smile as I gently squeeze tighter and watch him throw his head back and moan a little louder. I then pull down his boxers as I eagerly snake down his body and watch as his member is freed from its restraints. I wrap my hand around it and give it a small pump, a little intimidated by his size, even though it’s not fully hard yet. I watch as small beads of precum leak from his head and roll down his shaft. Without a second thought, I lick along the underside of his cock, starting from the base all the way to the tip. I swirl my tongue around the head, lapping up the droplets of precum.

I hear Peter groan as I pull him into my mouth, inch by inch, using my tongue to lick him slowly and hollowing my cheeks to suck him deeper.

I smile to myself as I hear Peter curse and moan above me, I feel his hands in my hair as he caresses my face, urging me to continue.

I lean back and pump him a little more before sucking the head of his cock again.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Peter moans as I start to slowly take in as much of him as possible and pull back. The tip of his cock hits the back of my throat as I take him deeper and deeper. I pump his shaft at the base with my free hand as I begin to feel my panties dampening.

“Y/N, please slow down, I don’t want to cum yet,” Peter practically begs.

I look up at him and smile to myself as I let him go with a pop.

He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to calm himself down.

I take this opportunity to turn my back to him and take off my pants slowly. I bend over more than I have to so that I give him a good view of my ass. I can see his jaw drop in the mirror.

Pffft. He ain’t seen nothing yet.

My jeans join the not-so-well-hidden pile of dirty laundry in the corner. I lift my shirt slowly, especially around my chest, since I want him to see that I’ve “forgotten” my bra at home. I hear a sharp intake of breath as he realizes this. The shirt joins my pants and I’m left Stark™-naked except for my panties. I turn around to face him.

Are human even supposed to be that red?

He has a dumbfounded expression on his face that I’ve never seen before.

I laugh a little as I climb back onto the bed and kiss him.

He kisses me back after recovering from his shock. He flips me over so that I’m on my back.

He attacks my neck before traveling downward, past my exposed breasts leaving a trail of kisses past my stomach.

I moan loudly as he reaches my hips. He kisses all along the band of my panties and kisses my nether lips through the thin fabric.

I whimper as he hooks a finger into the elastic of my panties and pulls them down slowly. He leaves small bites on the inside of my thighs as he passes them. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the sodden article of clothing sail across the room in the general direction of the rest of my clothes. He works his way back up my legs, fingers ghosting the insides of my legs before parting them gently. His left hand grip the top of my right thigh as he uses his hand to spread my lips. I clutch the sheets as he dips a finger into my wet and aroused center. He smiles to me before scooting closer to my crotch, all the while making a “come hither” motion with his finger. His lips meet my other lips as his head comes down.

Within moments, his tongue finds my clit.

Has he done this before?

“I pay attention in sex ed, Y/N,” Peter jokes as my cheeks redden in the realization that I had said it out loud.

He chuckles a little bit before leaning in and kissing my thighs before sucking my clit again.

I moan loudly and clutch the sheets harder. I feel another finger join the first and his other hand moves up to hold my hips in place. I squirm and whimper as his tongue runs over my clit, lapping at the sensitive bundle of nerves. His fingers spread my opening  to give his tongue to my core. I shiver as his tongue moves in and out of my entrance.

“Ohh, fuck Peter…” I moan, willing him to go faster. He pulls his tongue out of me and he moves his two fingers again, thrusting faster than before.

His tongue moves back up to my clit and begins attacking the small nub at the top of my folds.

My moans become more incoherent as he continues to lick, suck, and lap at every single part of my most private area, leaving me a babbling mess.

As my walls begin to clench around his fingers, Peter speeds up his thrusting and ravages my clit harder as he feels me gets closer to the edge until he brings me over the edge. My back arches and my toes curl almost painfully as the immense pleasure of the orgasm wracks my body completely. I see stars as my eyes roll back into my head and a loud, breathy moan escapes my lips.

Peter sucks gently on my clit and slows his thrusting as the waves of euphoria roll over me, further intensifying the pleasure and prolonging my orgasm.

As the pleasure gently fades away, Peter kisses my clit, then kisses a trail up my stomach, stopping at my breasts. He licks each nipple, gently sucking on each one before moving on. He stops at my neck, planting a kiss there before moving his head up so that his eyes are level with mine.

“Do you want to go further?”

“No, Peter, I wanted to stop and talk about multi-variable calculus,” I deadpan, lacing as much sarcasm into my voice as possible.

He smiled devilishly and deadpanned right back, “It just so happened that I needed a little help with my calculus homework, can you help me integrate my natural log?”

I whack him softly with one of the red heart pillows on the bed. “I HATE YOU”

“No you don’t,”

He leans down to kiss me again before reaching over and grabbing a condom from the nightstand.

I laugh as he fails to open it before offering to help. He smiles at me gratefully as I put it on for him. I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer and kiss him.

I pull him down to the bed.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too, Peter,” I say as I guide his cock to my entrance.

I always thought I would be really nervous during my first time. But Peter made it comfortable. Peter slowly moved his hips forward and I gasped, not used to his size.

He’s bigger than I thought.

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?” Peter asked nervously.

“No, it just feels kinda tight,” I say, trying to ease his nerves.

Peter continues to insert himself carefully. The pain fades away and it begins to feel pleasurable.

I moan a little and clutch Peter’s back as I quietly beg him to go faster.

Peter starts to thrust his hips at a moderately faster speed and I throw my head back and moan loudly, enjoying this new feeling beyond words.

Peter leans forward to kiss my neck making me mewl in pleasure as I move my arms around the back of his neck to pull his hair.

I kiss his neck and Peter groans loudly.

“Keep doing that and I am not going to last much longer,” Peter says as he leaves another hickey on my collar bone. He hastens his movements and starts thrusting harder.

“Maybe I don’t want you to,” I whisper breathily.

Peter straightens up and moves a hand down to my clit and rubs his thumb over it in quick, small circles, pushing me over the edge.

“Peter,” I moan before I see stars for the second time that night. As my walls clenched around his member, I felt Peter also reach his release, groaning loudly and burying his cock deep in my tunnel. His cock twitches and I feel the condom fill up as he releases his seed into me. He lies down, burying his face into the crook of my neck as he tries to slow his breathing. We lay like that for a while, both panting hard and coming down from our orgasms. After a few minutes, he pulls out slowly and kisses my face. I moan as he slides out, and I feel empty when he pulls out completely.

“You okay?” Peter asks.

“Mmm,” I respond, exhausted.

Peter laughs and goes to the bathroom to get rid of his condom. I whine, not wanting him to leave, but am too tired to go after him.

Peter comes back a few minutes later with a warm washcloth. He gently moves my legs to clean then before handing me one of his shirts and to wear.

I smile and put it on before lying back down on the bed and drifting off, murmuring, “I love you,” to Peter.

“Happy birthday, Y/N” is the last thing I hear before my reality fades into pleasant nothingness.

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Prom (Peter Parker)

based on this post 

“Prom is coming up, Peter.” you told Peter as he took a flyer from a student. Peter sighed. “The most dreadful part of school is always prom. Unless you have a date.” he said and glanced at you. You snorted. “Oh, please, I only wanna stay home and watch Netflix. It’s not like somebody’s gonna ask me out anyway.” you said. 

“Ned would love to ask you out.” Peter said, as if it was a matter of fact.

“Ha!” 

You were cooking your dinner - or merely just microwaving leftover pizza - when Peter called. You picked up your phone and answered his call. 

“Hey, Peter! What’s up?” 

“What color should I wear to prom?” 

You raised an eyebrow, even though Peter couldn’t see it. “What?” 

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Ezra Miller x reader

Title: “Love is pointless, in the long run.”

Warning: Smoking, mention of sex and of suicide.  

Note: I decided to write another Ezra imagine but please remember, if you want to request a specific storyline for an imagine, please do! It can be about Ezra or any of the characters he has portrayed.

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The distant noise of car horns and drilling could be heard, dissolving all sounds of peace and nature. Tall, structured buildings stood high above the ground, dominating most of the air space. You watched, silently, hoards of people lining, zigzagging and crossing the polluted streets, not one of them adorning the decent manners to give way to others. 

You eventually sighed. Looking down on these people and the mass of cars, buses and motorbikes made you feel joyfully depressed. Every morning and evening you would ascend to the roof balcony of your apartment building just to watch the corruption below you. 

You went there to think and to breath in the air that you knew was blackening your lungs. It was hypocritical to argue that, however, due to the cigarette stick you held between your fingers. You placed the cigarette between your cut and dry lips, inhaling and then puffing out a drag of smoke and nicotine. 

You grasped the railings, pulling your tired body closer to the freezing brickwork, and looking straight down at the roads below you. You took another puff of smoke, thinking to yourself and wondering what it would be like just to fall. You imagined the wind blowing through you, the feeling of flying and floating until suddenly, blackness. No more. 

You sighed and pushed your body away from the railings once again, taking another drag and straightening out your t-shirt. From behind you could hear the creaking noise of the balcony door opening and shutting. You didn’t bother turning around. 

“Hey,” came a familiar voice “thought you would be out here.” You smirked and turned to face him. The most beautiful man you had ever befriended. He was the greatest guy you had ever known, and you loved him dearly. However, the only problem you had with yours and his relationship was that you couldn’t rip off his clothes, touch his body all over, feel the pleasure you wanted to feel with him. This relationship was restricted to friends and you hated it.

“Hello, Ezra” you replied, holding out your cigarette to him which he gladly accepted, inhaling and exhaling. “It’s very lively today” Ezra pointed out, the bitter breeze blowing his hair slightly. “Yeah,” you replied “and very corrupt,”

Ezra rolled his eyes and took another puff of your cigarette, twirling it around between his fingers before passing it back to you. You couldn’t help but stare at him, the way the morning sun glistened in his dark eyes and the taunting of his soft lips made you want to jump right off the edge of the building. “You know,” Ezra began “love is pointless, in the long run” he said randomly. You would converse like this sometimes, just by bringing up any topic that was on your mind. You furrowed your eyebrows “why so?” you questioned, your heart sinking just a little. “In 200 years is your lover going to remember you?” he proposed “death is just going to rip the love apart so why bother.” 

You looked up at the dull sky for a moment before taking another drag. “Because if you don’t have love, why not just die now?” you replied. “Yes, death is going to rip love apart because life is finite.” You looked over at Ezra, noticing his intrigue in what you were saying. “But…if love doesn’t exist then, then why do we have life at all?” you asked “without love there is no happiness, no enjoyment. Without love, there is no life.”

Ezra stared at you deeply, you noticed something in his eyes that he hadn’t directed at you before. He stepped a little closer to you, peeling the cigarette away from your fingers and letting it fall to the ground before stamping it out. 

He trailed his fingertips up your cold, bare arms, making you shiver even more. “W-what are you doing?” you stuttered, hoping and praying for this to be real and that you were not going to wake up in a pool of pleasure and sweat alone, in bed. He remained silent, cupping your cheek with his large palm and leaning down ever so slightly. “Maybe you’re right,” he said “maybe this universe is built on love.” Your heart pounded out of your chest, the blood in your veins racing and penetrating your entire body. 

“Are you going to kiss me?” you squeaked, your arms loosely hanging by your sides. “No shit,” he replied before closing the tiny gap between yours and his lips. The feeling of kissing Ezra, in your imagination, did not even scratch the surface of how amazing it was in reality. You lifted your arms to wrap them around his neck, deepening the kiss ever so slightly and letting your eyes flutter closed. 

The city noises, smoke, pollution, corruption all seemed like another world to you at this point.

 Ezra smiled a little, dragging his tongue along your bottom lip. You allowed him entrance, both of your tongues swimming in a pool of each others saliva. Any thoughts or feelings jumbled inside of you to create and explosion of love, lust and desire.

You pulled apart, your arms still wrapped around one another, noses pressed together and your heavy breathing colliding with each other’s. Ezra looked right into your eyes and spoke softly “Maybe love is pointless in the long run,” he said “But right now, in this life, love is infinite.”

Distraction

A Donnie x Reader ficlet NSFW for sexual themes and nudity. I wrote this for cosmiclumi because she gave me a link to Turtles Forever online and BLESS HER SOUL. 

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