#newts torso

[somedayillbepeterpan]

What good am I to you??

Hero complex Colin is so 🥵

WAKE ME UP WHEN IT'S JUNE 13

[jeffreyfrancoeur]

Everyone say thank you to Rory for this

[geraskier]

putting costo iliac impingement syndrome in a post so i don't forget the term

[semicolonsspace]

Warnings: p n v, Dacyphillia, multiple orgasms, overestimation, teasing, praising, Threesome, switch!Newt(?), Dom!Thomas, sub!reader, creampie, anal, choking, talk of being caught, Degradation.

|18+| Minors DNI

Imagine it's late at night, the graders should be asleep. But you, Newt, and Thomas are out in the trees away from the others.

You're cuddling into Newt, your hands fisted into his shirt while he slowly fucks into you. Thomas is next to Newt talking about what he did today in the maze. Newt angles his hip back slightly causing you to squeal at the new angle.

"Don't be rude, love; Tommy is telling us how his day went," You whimper and nod, biting his shoulder and staring at Thomas. Thomas continues talking, going into full description to tease you and to make the story longer.

You reach for him, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards you. He choked on his words and then kissed your tear-covered face.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"S'too much."

Thomas smiles at you, pulling your hair back from your wet face. "Y'can take it, baby," Thomas affirms. You whimper and your eyes roll back from the overwhelming pleasure.

Newt's thrust was slow, his hands gripping your hips to meet him halfway. Thomas kisses you, his warm soft lips pressing against your quivering ones. Thomas' hand rubs your back, comforting you to take what Newt was giving you. You had already had multiple orgasms during the long talk of how the boy's days went. Your body was spent, running on adrenaline from the amount of pleasure it was receiving.

"You're perfect," Thomas growls kissing your wet nose. Your eyes flutter, the pressure already forming.

"She's gripping me, Tommy," Newt whines. Your mouth falls open, the grip on Newt's shirt becoming tighter.

Newt's thrust becomes quicker and sloppy, becoming unpredictable. Thomas' hands hold Newt's guiding his movement and her body to fuck onto his cock harder. Your head falls back, your arms pushing you back making your naked torso arch. Thomas' face was above yours now, he stared into your half-closed eyes, his eyes filled with a predatory gaze. Your pussy clenches around Newt, his cock twitching inside you. He cums quickly, his body becoming stiff. His cum oozes out of you, a white sticky circle around your hole.

In a swift movement, you were pulled off of Newt, now on top of Thomas. His thrusts were brutal, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"Tommy, please," you beg.

Thomas doesn't give you mercy and continues thrusting hard into you. His tip kisses your cervix repeatedly, the pressure from it making your mind numb.

"Come on, honey. I've been running all day, help me out will ya?" he slurs out.

Newt comes from behind you and guides your head to look up at him. His hand wraps around your throat and gently squeezes the sides. He leans down kissing your lips before littering kisses on your face.

"Love, you gotta help him, he's tired."

You nod quickly, too deep in a mindset to argue. Your hips start bouncing on Thomas, making his cock hitting your cervix like Newt's was earlier. Thomas' cock was slightly shorter, making up for its girth and stretching you out. Newt fingers the entrance of your ass, your eyes going wide.

"You think you can take both of us?" Newt whispers softly.

You nod eagerly, "Please, just want you both."

Thomas chuckles at your neediness; His arms wrap around your torso and stop thrusting into you. Newt's tip goes in, the beginning being uncomfortable. He waits for you to get used to the feeling. Thomas becomes impatient and starts thrusting into you, while Newt goes slowly so you can become used to it.

"Just fuck her," Thomas growls to Newt. He obeys and starts fucking your behind. He grips your ass, spreading it and massaging the plush flesh.

You feel them both, their dicks only being separated by a thin wall. They feel each other as well, the hardness making them turned on when more. You clench around them and they both groan if approval.

"Again," Newt commands. You obey and clench around them longer this time, trying your best to keep doing so.

Thomas reaches down with a hand and starts toying with your clit. Newt's hold on your throat tightens slightly at the sight of the movement. You cum at that, beginning to scream as Newt's hand that was on your ass and covers your mouth.

"Don't wanna get caught, do ya love?" You shake your head, your eyes wide and your eyes furrowed with pleasure from the overstimulation. The pressure returns and Thomas groans.

"You like that, you filthy slut? You wanna get caught?" his thrust gets harder, Newt's thrust being gentle and makes your mind hazy from being gentle and hard at the same time. "You want Alby or Gally to see you like this? Being used like a little whore?" His fingers on your clit, his filthy words, and the pleasure from both men push you over again. You've lost count of how many had, not even caring to count for being consumed by the filthy pleasure.

They both cum simultaneously. Their thrust sloppy and cum dripping from your abused holes. Their breaths are heavy, and Thomas fucks himself through his pleasure while Newt gets pleasure from the feeling of Thomas rubbing against his cock through the thin wall.

[slut4fictionalmen33]

Big Baby (gally)

Summary: Gally is a big baby around you

Warnings: fluff

Word count: 240

After work you and Gally always met up by the kitchen to eat dinner together and then go to bed. Tonight however Gally was nowhere to be found.

“Hey Newt have you seen Gally?” You asked the blonde who usually sat across from you and Gally.

“No love, sorry.”

“It’s ok, thank you.” You called. At this point you had looked everywhere only for him to turn up short.

The last spot you could think of was your shared hut. So you quickly walked over to the wooden structure to hear light snores from inside.

“Gally?” You walked through the door spotting his naked torso sprawled out on the bed. “Gally.” You sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed running your fingers through his hair.

“Hi baby.” He whispered. “I’ve missed you.”

You laughed a little at his dazed state. “Too tired for dinner?”

“Oh yeah, I'm sorry.” He sighed.

“It’s ok, I just didn’t know where you were. Do you mind making a little room for me?”

“Of course.” He rolled over lifting up the sheets. You kicked off your boots before climbing into his arms, resting your head on his chest.

“Can you play with my hair again?” He mumbled.

You slid your fingers through his hair again and started playing with the strands. “You’re a big baby when you’re tired.” You laughed.

But he didn’t respond, instead light snores sounded from beside you.

“Goodnight Gally.”

[m30wk1ttycat]

such a pretty face

contains: blowjobs, smut, touch-starved newt. this is literally just smut. i don't know what else to add besides the fact that i'm never ever writing smut again. but ty if u read this pairing: newt x reader summary: pretty self explanatory i'd say.

it's been about two months since you became a runner. and not once did you two have sex or do anything intimate since that day. he hated it, he really did. he wanted to hold you so badly, to touch you, kiss you, and whatever else that came to mind. he'd never call himself desperate, but he's been so touch-starved it's actually painful. but today, you slept in a bit. so, you and newt are now currently making out in the deadheads. minho wouldn't mind, right? your lips are slightly swollen once you both pull away from the kiss. he pulled you down onto his lap, sitting on a fallen log. his hands grabbed your hips as he kissed your neck, letting out sharp breaths between each kiss. almost desperately, he pressed his lips down the collumn of your exposed throat, gently sucking and nibbling on the skin, leaving behind faint hickeys. "i love you. so much," he murmured against your neck, his lips caressing your neck. he shifted uncomfortably, his arousal pressing against your thigh as you straddled him. "i love you, too," you say. his lips met yours for a brief moment, pulling away panting. he looked at you, giving you a second to breathe. in that second, you lift up his shirt so you could trail kisses on his chest. now it was your turn to leave him with marks. his breath hitched in his throat, feeling your lips on his torso. it wasn't a feeling he wasn't familiar with, but god, he almost forgot how it felt since those two months. and now he was craving it even more than before. your hand reaches the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging at the fabric, while teasingly pecking the small bruises you had just left on his chest. he seemed to have an idea of what you were getting at when you got up from his lap, your warm hand feeling his skin under his pants. he took off his sweats, now around his ankles. you kneeled down, whispering. "are you sure you want this?" he nods, biting his bottom lip. his underwear joined his pants around his ankles. you kiss his red tip, slowly wrapping your lips around his hard cock. he watches you suck the tip of his dick, your lips glossy with your own spit and his precum. the sight of your tongue dragging over the swollen head of his cock made his hips buck slightly. you take all of him in your throat, newt letting out soft whines at the contact. "mmm.. yeah, just like that," his voice breaks when he lets out a whimper, one hand coming up to cover his mouth and stifle the moans he tried so hard holding back, the other grasping your hair. you sped up your pace teasingly, newt watching your head bobbing up and down on his long, sensitive length. he moaned, his hips rocking slightly, pushing his dick down your throat. he couldn't help it, he was getting kind of desperate. soon enough, he came, panting as he did so. you felt his white ropes of cum shoot at the back of your throat, making you almost struggle to swallow. but he thought you looked pretty while doing it. a win is a win.

[bethanythebogwitch]

Wet Beast Wednesday: giant salamanders

Everyone knows salamanders, right? The little lizard frogs that show up around ponds. Well what if I told you that not all salamanders are little. In fact, some species can get quite large, but none get bigger than the aptly-named giant salamanders. I'm not just talking about any big newt, I'm talking about the unique members of the family Cryptobranchidae.

(Image: a Chinese giant salamander. It is a large, lizard-shaped animal with brown skin and black blotches. Its limbs are short and its tail is flattened to look like a long fin. It has wrinkly folds of skin along the side. End ID)

There are three(ish) species of giant salamander in two genera: the Japanese and Chinese giant salamanders of the genus Andrias and the hellbender of genus Cryptobranchus. The name Cryptobranchidae means "hidden gills", which is appropriate as giant salamanders are unique in that they are the only salamanders who reaming fully aquatic as adults without retaining external gills into adulthood. All salamanders are aquatic as juveniles and have external gills and many groups have independently evolved to remain fully aquatic as adults. However, other species, from axolotls to olms, adapted by retaining their external gills as adults, a trait called neoteny. Giant salamanders have had to find another way, especially since a body as large as their needs quite a bit of oxygen. Their solution was to take a common amphibian trait and turn it up to 11. It is common among amphibians to be able to absorb dissolved oxygen in water through their skin. This is usually a supplement to either gills or lungs, but giant salamanders use it as their main means of respiration. The skin is thin and filled with small veins that can perform gas exchange with the water. Giant salamanders evolved very wrinkly skin flaps along ther sides to increase the amount of surface area available for gas exchange, allowing them to sustain themselves. They do require access to running water with a high oxygen content, as still or low-oxygen water doesn't provide enough oxygen to survive. They do have lungs, but use them more for buoyancy control than breathing.

(Image: a man holding/bear higging a giant salamander. The salamander is longer than his torso, not including the tail. end ID)

The Japanese and Chinese giant salamanders are very closely related to each other and rather similar in physiology and behavior. There's also not just one Chinese salamander. Genetic testing has reveals that what was once called Andrias davidianus is actually a species complex. This is when what was thought to be one species turns out to actually be a group of related species. There is some debate over whether the five identified populations of Chinese giant salamander should be classified as subspecies or their own species, though the latter interpretation seems to be the most popular. All the populations are very similar and can interbreed with each other, so I'll discuss them as a group. The largest of the group (and world's largest amphibian) is the South China giant salamander (Andrias sligoi) which can reach 1.8 m (5.9 ft) and 50 kg (110 lbs), but adults average 1.15 m (3.8 ft) and 25-30 kg (55-66 lbs). The Japanese giant salamander (Andrias japonicus) reaches a slightly smaller maximum size of 1.5 m (5 ft) and 25 kg (55 lbs), with most being smaller. The Chinese and Japanese giant salamanders are closely related enough that they can hybridize.

(Image: a Japanese giant salamander resting on mossy rocks underwater. Its body is light brown with darker blotches and the head is covered in nodules. End ID)

Because of how closely related the Japanese and Chinese salamanders are, their biology and behavior are quite similar. They are mostly a dark brown color, but can also be other tones of brown, reddish, or black. The eyes are lidless, small, and poorly-developed, giving the salamanders poor eyesight. Their primary sense comes from the lateral line, a line of hair cells that extends down the body and sense movement of the water. Using the lateral line, the salamanders can sense the movement of prey and threats in the water around them. They utilize suction feeding, slowly approaching prey, then rapidly opening the mouth to generate a vacuum and suck food into the mouth. The prey is then killed or incapacitated with a powerful bite. The esophagus is lined with powerful muscles and uses mucus as lubricant to allow the salamander to swallow large prey. The head and throat have nodules on them, the arrangement and number of which can be used to differentiate Chinese and Japanese salamanders. Both groups of salamander can secrete a strong-smelling, milky white substance to ward off predators. A low metabolism and generally low activity level allows the salamanders to last of up to a few years between meals. The Chinese salamanders can make vocalizations including barks, hisses, and sounds very similar to the crying of a human baby. The hellbender (Cryptobranchus alleganiensis) is smaller than it's Asian relatives, reaching a length of 30-74 cm (12-29 in) and up to 2.2 kg (5 lbs). They are usually brown or reddish-brown, but can also have a gray, yellowish, or black coloration. Hellbender biology and ecology is fairly similar to that of their relatives.

(Image: a hellbender underwater. It looks like the other two species, but is smaller, lighter brown, and has no nodules on the head. End ID)

Chinese and Japanese giant salamanders live in cool, clear streams and rivers in the Yangtze river basin (Chinese) and the islands of Honshou, Kyushu, and Shikoku (Japan). Hellbenders live in similar treams in the eastern United states, with one population (which may be a subspecies) living in the Ozarks region. As predators, their diets include worms, fish, crayfish, freshwater crabs, other amphibians, and small mammals. They are also cannibals and will opportunistically feed on smaller members of their own species. All species are territorial animals that will attempt to drive others out of their territory, though hellbenders are less territorial than the other species. Hellbenders prefer to live in cavities dug out under rocks, which helps them shelter from predators. Due to their low metabolisms, giant salamanders live much longer than most amphibians. Captive individuals have been recorded living for 60 years (Chinese), 52 years (Japanese), and 25 years (hellbender). All species are nocturnal.

(Image: a hellbender emerging from beneath a rock with a crayfish in its mouth. End ID)

Mating occurs seasonally, triggered by warmer water in the summer. During this period, males will search for ideal nesting sites, leaving their territories if necessary. An idea nesting site is sheltered beneath a rock. There are often fewer nesting sites than males, meaning only the largest and strongest males will be able to claim nests. Males then use courtship displays to woo females. Alternatively, male hellbenders will chase passing females into the nests and refuse to let them leave until they mate. Unlike most salamanders, giant salamanders practice external reproduction, where the female lays eggs and then the male fertilizes them. The male then guards the nest until the eggs hatch. During this period, he will keep the nest and eggs clean and use his tail to keep water moving over them. Males will eat eggs that are unfertilized, unhealthy, or show signs of infection. This helps keep the other eggs as healthy as possible. The offspring are born with external gills, which they will lose as they mature. It can take several years for the larvae to reach maturity.

(Image: a group of giant salamander larvae in captivity. They look like smaller versions of the adults, but with feathery gills emerging from each side of the neck. End ID)

Both hellbenders and Japanese giant salamanders are classified as vulnerable by the IUCN, while Chinese giant salamanders are critically endangered. Their primary threats are habitat loss as streams are dammed, dry up, or become polluted. Warming water temperatures also threaten them. Chinese giant salamanders have experienced a major drop in population since the 1950s. In addition to habitat loss, Chinese giant salamanders are also eaten by humans. While hunting wild specimens is now illegal in China, they are heavily impacted by poaching. The fine for poaching giant salamanders is pathetically small compared to the sale price for one of them, further encouraging poachers. Captive breeding and release programs have shown some success, but may have contributed to the spread of disease. In response to the rarity of the salamanders, a new farming industry has sprung up in, raising giant salamanders for food. The captive population of Chinese giant salamanders in farms vastly exceeds the estimated wild population. Chinese giant salamanders have also been introduced to Japan, where they have been hybridizing with the Japanese salamanders, a major hindrance to conservation efforts. Japanese giant salamanders have been legally protected since 1951. The origin of the name hellbender is unknown. Other names for hellbenders include the water dog, Allegheny alligator, grampus, snot otter, and (my personal favorite) lasagna lizard.

(Image: a holding pen in a Chinese giant salamander farm. Over a dozen salamanders are sitting in a shallow water enclosure stocked with bricks and small fish. End ID)

I will leave this post off with a weird fact. In 1726, a Swiss physician named Johann Jakob Schuechzer declared a fossil giant salamander to be the remains of an ancient human who died in the mythical flood of Noah's ark and named it Homo diluvi, meaning "man who witnessed the deluge". In 1812, paleontologist Georges Cuvier examined the fossil and realized (probably very quickly) that it definitely wasn't a human. Once the fossil was identified as a salamander it was given the name Andrias scheuchzeri. As Andrias means "image of man", both the genus and species names acknowledge Schuechzer's weird idea.

Behold: a man (Image: the original Andrias scheuchzeri fossil that Schuechzer thought as a human. It is a front half of the skeleton of what is clearly a lizard-shaped animal and not a human. End ID)

[m00nkissedlover]

・｡stress relief 🌼

"you always had me, you're always shining~"

regulus black x reader | word count: 784 words

summary: you're stressed from class, so your boyfriend helps you relax 🌼

warnings: none!

note: first time writing for reggie (i love him <3) random little drabble that i just had to write! fyi, i'm not completely familiar with all things mauraders and i only really ever dabbled in harry potter. so, if anything seems off or wrong, please let me know! (changed some things w/ my format! got some help with this fic from: @crescenthistory ! (amazing writer btw💕))

you walked into your dorm room and immediately flopped onto your bed, face first. a groan left you as you internally cried about what had just occurred in class. you, yes you, had made a more than embarrassing mistake during potions class today, accidentally mixing up two vials of similar colored liquids and almost turning your seat mate into a newt. professor slughorn was obviously concerned about the mistake, but waved it off as the class snickered under their breaths. no, you'd never recover from this.

a knock on your door pulled you back to reality. you didn't even bother to get up, turning your head to the side so you could yell "it's open!" the sound of the turning doorknob, the creak of the door opening and closing, and the sound of deliberate footsteps filled your ears before a familiar dark haired slytherin came into your field of view as he crouched down next to your bed.

"who snapped your wand in two?" he asked in a sarcastic manner, moving to sit next to your laid out form.

"i don't wanna talk about it..." you grumbled, turning your head to face him.

"oh come on, i bet it's not that bad," he urged, poking your cheek with a silver ringed finger.

"i ruined a potion and almost turned half my class into red newts." regulus had to bite back a laugh, a soft smile forming on his lips as he glanced back at you. 

you heard the sheets rustling and felt regulus's body scoot closer to you. he laid next to you and after a few seconds, you felt his arms encircle you, pulling your head into his chest. this surprised you since regulus wasn't particularly keen on initiating intimate physical touch like this. the fact that he was doing this to make you feel better made your heart warm up.

you wrapped your arms around his torso, gently resting your head on his chest. "so, tell me more about how you almost turned half your class into newts."

"regulus!" you yelped as you felt him pinch your side teasingly.

"alright, alright. i'll stop." he murmured, resting his chin on your head. "enough about me. how was your day?"

"not as eventful as yours, that's for sure." he made that comment knowing you'd playfully smack him in the chest.

"my day was alright. rather boring, but alright. spent most of it at the library. then i spent about an hour helping dorcas settle an argument with barty." regulus said, letting out an annoyed huff, as if remembering the event gave him a headache.

"what was it about?" you asked, knowing that the two always got into play arguments.

"they were playing old maid in the slytherin common room and dorcas accused barty of cheating. it did start off as playful and somehow ended the same way?" regulus mumbled, a look of slight confusion on his features.

"why do you say that? i'm sure the whole thing was pretty much just playful banter." "halfway through the game, barty almost flipped the table...."

"yeesh, sounds like you had a rough day too." you laughed, regulus frowning a little as you reached up to pinch his nose. he let out some weird noise that made you burst into a fit of laughter.

"y/n-" you cut him off by burying your face into his neck, your body vibrating as you continued to laugh.

"it wasn't that funny, okay?" you couldn't even bring yourself to protest, more laughter leaving you as you stopped to imitate the sound he made, only to laugh harder.

though he looked as if he were embarrassed by you laughing at him, it really brought a smile to his lips. seeing you, tears in the corners of your eyes and your stomach hurting a bit from laughing so hard, was probably one of the times he thought you were the most precious, the most beautiful. but he'd never say that out loud. regulus rolled his eyes playfully, scooting over as if to get up.

"if you don't stop laughing at me, i'll leave."

"whaaaat? nooo, i'm sorry. it was just," you paused to laugh once more, catching your breath. "it was really cute!"

"it was not. that was embarrassing."

"whatever you say" you teased, leaning up to give him a little peck on the lips as he pouted. a grin spread over his lips and you could see his ears were still a bit red from embarrassment. "there he is!" you exclaimed, cupping his face into your hands.

even though you both had pretty shit days, you always managed to make one another feel better in the end. 🌼

© m00nkissedlover, 2024

[johnnieguilbertsgirlfriend]

shower situation (smut) part 3

Part 1 --- Part 2 --- Part 3

word count: 1.1k - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - fluff, eventual smut

Gally removes his hand from yours, walking into the showers, leaving you outside momentarily. he was making sure no one else was in there. you peered inside; 3 shower stalls, covered by curtains, and 2 sinks on the walls closest to you. stepping back outside, you look around at the trees, waiting for Gally. he pulls back the curtains one by one. "Alright there's no one here Y/- oh shuck" -you hear a high pitched scream, weren't you the only girl in the glade?... an argument erupts from the two boys for a good thirty seconds, "I always take my showers right after dinner!" you heard. "Minho, will you please just get out of here?" Gally says. you hear a scoff, most likely from Minho, as he grabs a towel and runs out of the shower stall. "Whatever! I- oh," he sees you and immediately starts running off faster.

"Well, that was weird." you say. entering the bathroom, properly this time, you see that there are no towels in sight. just before you can ask him, he opens a cabinet and grabs a towel, almost like he could read your mind. "Here." he says. you thank him and place the towel just outside of the shower. you remember how both of you were cuddled into one another yesterday. you turned on the water, letting it get hotter. (still outside of the shower fully dressed.) deciding now or never, "Listen, about last night, I-" you get cut off by his retort, "Yeah, yeah, whatever, it meant nothing." Gally turns a shade of pink, turning to walk outside of the showers. "No." you say, grabbing his arm, he turns to you with a semi-angry face. "I liked it, Gally." you pull on the collar of his shirt, bringing him closer. taking the chance, you kiss him right there on the spot. his expression instantly softens, grabbing the sides of your face to pull you into a deeper kiss.

he pulls away, unsure of how to go about things. you get concerned and show it on your face, maybe he didn't feel the same way? "I like you, Y/N." he states. you look up at his eyes, greener than anything you've ever seen, then back down to his lips. "Well, I like you too." you smile, pulling him back into another kiss. he smiles into the kiss as well, grabbing you by the hips. "You're beautiful." he murmurs, kissing you more intensely. you decide to pop the question, more like a statement;

"Shower with me."

as if he was going to do it regardless of whether you asked or not, he starts taking off his shirt, breaking the kiss momentarily. you take a second to admire his muscles. all of that building payed off, as he had a really defined torso, along with arms. now the kiss was more full of lust, as he starts taking off your shirt, revealing your bra. Gally doesn't even need to open his eyes, he can tell that you're gorgeous. he starts to give kisses on your jaw, moaning as you unzip his pants, helping him out of them. you could tell he was already hard, as expected given the situation. he then trails his mouth down your neck, as you take off your own shorts. grabbing your hands, he walks you back into one of the stalls and pins you on the wall of the running shower, not caring if your clothes got wet. he closes the curtain behind you. before it can get anymore heated you hear someone and both immediately break away, looking towards the outside.

"Hello? Y/N? Are you in here?" you know it was Newt, being the only one with a british accent. 'Yeah' is what you were going to say before Gally covered your mouth with his hand. "Uh, nope, just me Newt." he says. you look at him with panic in your eyes. "Oh, hey Gally. Do you know where Y/N is? I can't even tell her about the bloody bonfire." the boy says. "No clue, try checking the homestead." he looks directly at you while saying this, knowing fully well that it is on the other side of the glade. "I will, thanks." Newt says, before heading off on his way. you both stay silent for another minute, making sure he actually left.

eager to continue, you take your hand and start rubbing him through his boxers. he groans and starts kissing your collarbone while struggling to unclip your bra. you take his hands in yours and guide him, unclasping it first try, showing your boobs. he takes a second to fully look at you, appreciating the fact that you're even here, standing before him. he takes one of your breasts in his mouth, leaving love marks all over it. he takes his other hand downwards to grope your ass. you let out a moan, "Gally, fuck-" you reach inside his boxers and start fisting his dick. "Please, just fuck me Gally" you moan out. "Whatever you want baby." he tells you, pulling down your panties. he uses this as an excuse to show off his strength, pinning your whole body on the wall and holding you as he inserts his dick.

it slides right in as you're already so wet. you take a second to get adjusted to this new feeling. then he starts thrusting in and out, slowly. you know he likes it when people praise him for his work, so you use this to your advantage. "Gally, you feel so good, you fill me up perfectly." you whisper, kissing his jaw as he fucks you. with this, he starts to pick up the pace, the shower muting the sounds of your skin to anyone outside. with every thrust, you can feel yourself getting closer to your high. "Y/N, I-I'm gonna cum" he says. you just moan in response, unable to form a sentence. "You feel so good baby," he says, making you clench around him. you feel Gally become sloppier with his movements, and the knot in your stomach releases. he keeps fucking you, helping you ride out your orgasm. then, he pulls out, cumming all over you. he stares at you blankly for a second, remembering that you're in a shower. he gives you one last passionate kiss before asking, "Would you want to be my girlfriend ,Y/N?" staring deep into your eyes. you giggle, nodding your head. both of you get cleaned up and you cover yourselves, each with a towel, and step next to the sinks. there's a faint voice heading in your direction.

"Gally, will you please help me look, I seriously can't find her anywh-" Newt says, running up to the bathroom. he stops his sentence when he sees you both wet, with only a towel. he then looks down to your neck, filled with hickeys. you look at Newt exactly like a deer caught in headlights, while Gally scratches the back of his neck.

"What in the bloody fu-"

(wow you guys wasted a lot of water!!)

remember this is all on my wattpad <3 (link in bio)

[valkyriepirate]

Newt Scamander x Reader One Shot- Lean On Me

Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night and notice Newt's absence. You go searching for him in his suitcase to find him passed out over his papers and try to bring him back to bed.

Warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff :)

Word count: 1.3k words

A/N: I wrote this simply to satisfy my Newt craving. He is an adorable little cinnamon roll that must be protected at all costs.

#4- Lean On Me

You pried open your eyes and squinted in the darkness. The other side of the bed was vacant; you knew it without rolling over. Newt’s presence had become so familiar to you that when he wasn’t there, it was as if part of your heart had gone missing.  

You sat up, rubbing your face groggily. There was a light on somewhere in the house. You slid your feet into your slippers and padded toward the source, hugging your thin nightgown to your body. It had begun to get chilly, especially at night, and oftentimes Newt found you cuddled up in bed, shrouded by a multitude of blankets.  

The suitcase was propped open on a table in the foyer. A dim light glowed from within.  

Yawning, you stepped over the rim and descended into its depths. The creatures weren’t exactly aware of the passage of day and night in the suitcase, but most had seemed to settle once the sun had set in the outside world. A few of the nocturnal ones hooted and hummed as you entered.

“Newt?” you called sleepily, lighting a candle from the cabinet. “Are you awake?”

You turned a corner to his study, a small nook by the stairs crammed with bookshelves and creature care appliances. There he was, sleeping sprawled over his desk, stray papers from his latest endeavor strewn about, hair ruffled and mouth open slightly. You smiled at the sight of your husband. You’d given up urging him to go to bed months ago, realizing that he all too often tried to heed your words but became so swept up in his work that he lost track of time.  

You came up behind him, sliding your hands over his shoulders. “My love,” you kissed the top of his head. “Won’t you come up to bed?”

He started awake, blinking sleep from his eyes. “(Y-Y/N)?” He had a line imprint on his cheek where he’d fallen asleep on the table. He looked at his papers in confusion and began gathering them together. “What time is it?”

You ran your hand down the length of his arm and slipped your fingers into his ink-stained ones, preventing him from touching his work. “Time to go to bed,” you whispered, lips brushing his ear.  

He stopped and leaned into your touch as you ran your thumb over his knuckles. He trapped your fingers, brought them to his lips, and nodded.  

You helped him to his feet and sneaked a hand around his torso as you led him up the stairs. Newt, of course, was wholly capable of climbing the stairs by himself, but you wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to close the physical distance between you two.  

Newt didn’t seem to mind. You were the bolder one when it came to affection, but he always caught your touches and held you closer as if he could make them last forever. Often he would absentmindedly caress your arm or twirl a curl of your hair between his fingers. It was in the little things that you knew Newt showed the most care; sometimes a single touch from him said more than a thousand words.  

You tugged him into the bedroom you shared and released your hold as you went to fold an extra quilt over the bed. Your tendency to hog the blankets on cooler nights left Newt searching for warmth, you knew, though it didn’t escape your thoughts that his lack of cover usually led him to snuggle closer to you. Perhaps that was part of your subconscious plan.  

He stood on the other side of the bed, framed in candlelight. The fire shone around his hair just so, making it appear that he was crowned in a rubicund halo. He was unraveling his tie, his sluggish movements betraying how sleep-deprived he truly was.  

You flattened the quilt and came to stand by him. “Allow me,” you said, taking the tie from his hands. Deftly, you undid the knot. You had made Newt’s tie for him countless times each day before he headed off to work to the point that you could do it with your eyes closed. You tugged it from his neck and tossed it to the dresser.  

When you looked back up, Newt’s eyes were locked on you. When you first met, you found his inability to look you in the eye odd and yet a little endearing. As you two grew closer, he would hold your gaze for greater lengths of time, as if he had gotten lost in your eyes and was physically incapable of tearing himself away. Even now that you were married there was something vulnerable about it. It was like you were each seeing a hidden part of each other’s soul, like you were baring your hearts before each other and were unafraid of what it could expose.  

Not breaking his gaze, you allowed your hands to trail down his chest, grasping the buttons at his vest. His heart was racing underneath your palms. Yours skipped a beat. You were melting under that look. Gently, you unattached each of the buttons and slid the vest off his shoulders, leaving him in an undershirt that was already popped open at the collar. On the undershirt you let yourself undo only the first three buttons; you knew if you went any farther your hands might never stop exploring every inch of his skin.

You pressed on his shoulders and eased him to sit on the bed. He reached up to hold your hand, but you knelt to untie his shoelaces instead. You set his shoes aside and he drew you back to your feet, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist.  

“I don’t deserve you,” Newt mumbled, eyes flitting away and settling on your mouth.

You cupped his face in one hand and ran your fingers through his fluffy hair with the other. “The world doesn’t deserve you, my love.”

He closed his eyes and leaned into your hand. “But you deserve the world.”

Your heart seemed to liquefy in your chest, sending warmth trickling all over your body. You leaned forward to kiss his brow. When you pulled back, his eyes- half-lidded and aglow with the candlelight- were once again fixed on your lips. He pulled you closer. Softly, as if it demanded the utmost care in the world, he tilted his head up and pressed his lips to yours.  

He kissed you like he couldn’t believe you were his, as if you would disappear from his arms at any moment. It was delicate and utterly sweet and ended far too soon.  

“I love you,” he murmured against your mouth. His voice was shaky, and he was looking at you like you were a dream.

In reply, you kissed him again. You lowered yourself to sit on his lap and he scooted back, tugging you with him, your hips curved into his body. Your hands stroked his neck and once more found their way down his arms. He shivered under your touch. You smiled against his lips and moved the kiss deeper.  

Newt leaned back and pulled you both onto the bed. You fell against his chest and dipped into the crook of his arm. Running the back of your fingers over his cheek, you whispered, “I love you too.”

Sleep was quickly claiming him, and you could feel its steady hold on you too. You kissed him once more, then rolled over and blew out the candle. You snuggled underneath the blankets, feeling Newt’s warm arm slip around your waist, his ankles entwining with yours.  

You were entering a world of blissful dreams when you felt his soft lips on the crook of your shoulder. You cuddled closer to him, your back up against his chest, and smiled into the night.  

“Good night, my love,” you said.  

“Good night, my darling,” he said as he drifted off to sleep once again.

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[misty-moth]

I was having a rough one the other day when I thought up a little Arthur fluff scenario, so I decided to jot it down ⊹`𓈒(ㅅ´ ˘ `) ⊹`𓈒

Arthur x reader, ~540 words, comfort/fluff 💙

Having had just about enough of today, you marched your way through your room and unceremoniously plopped onto your bed. You did your best to ignore your boyfriend sitting at his desk as he watched in bemusement, but the sigh you unleashed was followed by a hardly suppressed chuckle.

“It’s. Not. Funny.” Your face lifted off the bed just long enough to state this before its now closer-range flop.

“Sorry, sorry!” His laugh was not sorry enough for your liking, but— “Of course it’s not funny, luv. It’s only the most precious thing I’ve had the pleasure of witnessing all day.”

You groaned into the bed, which unfortunately meant you’d have to inhale sooner. Flipping onto your side, you showed your lover your *most precious* back.

The creak gave him away, so you anticipated the arms that snaked around you a moment later. His body pressed fully into yours, and you hated to admit how badly you needed your big spoon right now. But, dammit, his previous laughter deserved consequences, so you held onto as much tension as you could before the melting process could fully take over.

His cheek pressed against the side of your neck as you felt the warmth of his lips press into your shoulder. “Bad day, luv?”

“Nn.”

“Did you want to talk about it so I might stave off further grievances?”

“Nn-nn.” You buried your head into the blankets, which only exposed your neck to more kisses. This opportunity was not missed.

“Hmm… well, did you know I love you?” His voice was a soft murmur now.

You paused, but he waited you out with his lips softly pressed into you.

“…Nn.”

You felt those lips quirk up against your skin.

“You know that I love you sooo much?”

“Nn.”

“That I’ll love only you for the rest of my existence?”

“…yea…”

“And that the length of my existence is rather quite impressive, yet I have zero hesitations in—“

“Yes.”

His chuckle thrummed through your warming body. “And that I love you to the moon and back?”

“I don’t think enhanced space travel skills are in the vampire handbook…”

“Oh, but luv, I’ll write it in myself the moment of my return. I’ll gift you the moon as proof.”

A chuckle escaped you now, and you felt a warm squeeze around your torso. “You can’t go to the moon, Arthur. I’d miss you.”

“Mm, fair. I’ll have to settle with giving you the world. That’ll suffice for now, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes but snuggled backwards into him. “Your flirting has gotten much sappier, you know that?”

“Fret not, I’ll go right back to being inappropriate… once it’s appropriate.”

“I’m looking forward to it… once it’s appropriate.” You smiled, and you were sure he could hear it.

Bonus:

“By the way, you’ll have to wait until 1969 for that moon trip.”

Arthur was languidly playing with a strand of your hair as he responded, “what happens in 1969?”

“That’s the first trip to the moon.”

He froze. “Truly? A trip to the moon? People made it there that soon?? Have you told Newt???”

“Well no, I haven’t, since it never came up—“

“We must go see Newt, luv, it is imperative!” You were then promptly scooped up and off on your newest mission.

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[somedayillbepeterpan]

I am sleep deprived from the Dublin + Galway premiere (let's face it, I've been sleep deprived for the past 2 months) and I'm already experiencing withdrawals.

So, I am ranking Luke and Nic's outfits for the press tour. This is solely based on my emotions and opinions. I have no idea about fashion at all but I do love looking at beautiful things. This is also solely the press tour 'fits. I have purposely excluded the premiere/first look outfits when they have all the cast with them. There are also some outfits I've missed as I can't seem to find where to source them other than on social media posts and the quality is bad.

I love all the outfits and I think it's what's added to this World Press Tour experience. Nicola's courage to wear some of the outlandish outfits (as per her words) sparked something in me. And waiting for Luke to smile on the red carpet was like a secret game.

But the point is-- THEY ALWAYS SLAYED.

This is ranked from lowest to highest. I've put it under the line so as not to overwhelm timelines because this has gone longer than what I thought it would be.

Excerpt - 6th rank - Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

They looked like they came out of a medieval play where she is the all-powerful mage and he is the most decorated knight.

8th rank - Milan, Italy

Their outfit in here looked so sweet. The simple colour aesthetic was so easy in the eye. I especially love Nicola's headband and Luke's chiseled beard. I don't know if anyone have pointed out his elven ears but they are adorable.

I rank this 9th because I've seen them both don similar outfits before and because this was coming off from the Australian premiere, my expectations was a tad higher.

7th rank - Galway, Ireland before they went to the theatre

I love Nicola's blue coat and the nod to both the Bridgerton and Featherington colours was a nice touch. Luke looks handsome but I don't think brown is his colour as his complexion looks washed-out with this outfit. Again, just my opinion. Do not kill me.

6th rank - Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

There are a lot of people I saw who had a beef with their outfits for this leg but I actually really love both of their outlandish look. I have a weakness for long coats on men so this is already a win for me for Newts' look. But Nicola's dragon-esque dress wowed me. It looks good on her but I think the beef that people have is not so much about the outfit but the place and time where she wore it. BUT-- let me direct you to Zendaya's robot-esque press tour outfit for Dune 2 so to each their own. And don't come at me with how the dress doesn't accentuate her figures. It accentuate it very much and I'm so happy seeing her curves in all out display.

They looked like they came out of a medieval play where she is the all-powerful mage and he is the most decorated knight.

5th rank - Toronto Canada

Gosh, I love NIcola's dress and red duvet (again, her words). I think, I always love it when Nicola wears a boob tube dress because let's be honest, her breast is her greatest asset. Not to be crass but I am a proud fan of her perfect breasts. I also wished that Luke showed his blue shirt because if you look at it closely, it's not your usual men's button shirt. I would've loved to see how it accentuated his long torso. I don't think full stripes flatters him because he is already looks long. But he did have that old hollywood look with this outfit.

4th rank - Dublin, Ireland

Them matching is always a treat and it happened for the whole of the Ireland leg. They looked like that cool couple that you always see on your feed and feel equally in awe and jealous of. They both looked sooooo sexy with these outfits.

3rd rank - Sydney, Australia

This was what got my attention on the whole press tour and started my sleep deprivation. I woke up and I was blasted with this gorgeous photo of them holding hands and the wave of chemistry hit me like a firetruck. What more, they were right at my backyard and I didn't know until it was already too late. That custom Richard Quinn dress on Nicola was utterly gorgeous. She looked like an angel to me. And again, Luke in a long coat with a white singlet?? Hwooo... it did wonders to my blood.

2nd - Galway, Ireland

Knitwear is also my weakness and the fact that they were both dressed by the same designer was such a treat to see. I loved that they honoured Nic's heritage. And also, cmo'n, that hat on Nic was so cute. Also, anytime a man in a sweater always make me weak.

1st - Dublin, Ireland (everyone's favourite, I think)

THEM MATCHING WAS EVERYTHING! It was like watching them on their way to their wedding. Luke's jacket, Nicola's custom dress, and the accessory nods to Bridgerton icons -- the bee and the flower-- made this matching outfit so special. Them holding hands is always a treat but seeing them so celebrated on Nicola's hometown was so touching to watch.

I have never followed a press tour like I have done this one. This is the only press tour that has managed to grip my attention and I'm very happy to have been part of the whole experience.

I NEED THEM AGAIN. I ALREADY MISS THEM.

[flock-talk]

What is the biggest crime Newt has committed bc I know conures are all tiny criminals lol

Newt and Toto tag teamed for the ultimate heist last year.

I’m currently on medication that makes me quite nauseous, because of this I have sleeves of plain soda crackers readily available to curb it. Usually I’m on point with placing them out of bird access but this one day the nausea spiked during bird time so I had the crackers out, desperately jamming them in my face trying to ease the symptoms.

Newt saw his chance, he’d been eyeing the crackers for weeks sorting out his grand master plan and today was the day. While I was distraught he sent Toto to peck at the crumbs I had made on my shirt, effectively distracting me from the open cracker sleeve I had on the table.

Without missing a beat Newt launched from across the room, swooped down with his feet barely even grazing the table as he snatched up an entire full sized soda cracker out of the sleeve and fluidly shot back up in to the air towards the kitchen. This cracker is larger than his torso, he must’ve been weight training for months to pull this off cause his flight didn’t waver at all with the added draft that size of cracker must’ve produced.

I, still feeling unwell, and my wife, go launching after Newt leaving Toto behind on the couch. All according to his plan. Round and around and around the house we go chasing after him, Newt speedily launching from room to room effortlessly. He is not worried, all according to plan.

On his last lap around he makes a short stop in the front room before taking off again towards the kitchen. We continue after him but wait! There’s nothing in his mouth anymore? Where’s the cracker? Where did it go????

The hunt begins. We have to make it to the cracker before Newt does.

From the corner of the house I hear it, a faint cracking, the soda cracker is being munched on. There before me stands a Tubby Tustard, cracker in foot, eyes bulging out of his head with the awe inspiring size of his prize.

Toto was so stricken by the glory that had fallen before him that he was frozen in place. I carefully took the cracker right out of his foot. Mission successfully thwarted.

[the-fiction-witch]

Captured P3

Media - The Maze Runner Series AU X Breath of the Wild (Zelda) Character - Newt Couple - Newt X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - Smut Word Count - 3117

Hours had passed and the night went on. Newt’s eyes slowly opened, as he woke up from his sleep. He wasn’t exactly sure why he had woken up, but then it immediately became clear what had pulled him out of his sleep

Y/n was tossing and turning beside him, fidgeting in her sleep. She was mumbling things quietly in her sleep, her body moving and rubbing against the tent floor slightly, she was moving, shifting, rubbing against the floor, her voice muttering almost dismissively or ... Frustratedly

He looked over to her in concern, seeing her moving and fidgeting around in her sleep. He laid there for a minute listening to her whispers to see if he could make out any words, but he couldn’t. Seeing her move around, he wondered if she was having a nightmare, or…

"uhh!" She frustratedly whined as Newt noticed her hand, under the shirt

He looked down, seeing that hand of hers under the shirt he had lent her. She was obviously doing something, and it was making her frustrated by the sound of it. He silently watched her, unable to look away, as she continued on His eyes were locked on her form, watching every movement of her body as her hand fiddled underneath the shirt. It was clear she was trying to do something, and that her body was making it harder for her to do it. He bit his lip, trying to keep himself under control as she made whimpering sounds beside him.

She whimpered and whined in desperation and frustration as she tossed his shirt off over her head laying on her back unaware was awake and could now see her as she touched one hand on her chest playing with her pointed nipple, the other between her thighs rubbing her far more sensitive clit

He was surprised to see her suddenly undress herself, her body now completely exposed to him in the dim light of the tent. He didn’t know what to do as he watched her, his eyes looking over her figure. He looked over her exposed body, his eyes tracing the curves of her hips and torso. His heart was racing, watching her do this right next to him, not realizing he was still awake. He couldn’t look away, despite how much he knew he should

she whined and whimpered as she couldn't get the thrill she had earlier

He watches her with a mix between fascination and sympathy. She was obviously trying to feel the same feeling that she had back when the Moblin were… when they had her tied up… but she can't seem to cum no matter how much she tries and it's clear she's been at this a while as her nipples are sore and her wrist tired. He swallows once again, seeing that she hadn’t been able to do it. It was clear that she wasn’t getting anywhere, and he could hear her frustration build, but he didn’t say anything. He knew that he was just a spectator in this moment, watching her fail to get that same pleasure she had felt before. He silently watched her struggle for a few moments more, listening to the sounds she made as her efforts continued to fail, but he eventually felt bad for her. Watching her work herself so hard for nothing was making him feel a pang of guilt, and he knew there was something he could do to make it stop Slowly, he reached out a hand and gently laid it on her shoulder. It was a gentle gesture, but enough to disrupt what she was doing

"Newt!" She gasped grabbing the shirt to conceal herself

He had to fight to keep his eyes from looking down, trying to keep his eyes on her’s “Shhh… it’s just me… sorry for startling you… I was… I couldn’t watch you struggle anymore…”

"w-watch?"

He blushes lightly… he might as well admit it “Yeah… I woke up before and noticed you were… frustrated… I was watching you for a minute before I felt bad and figured I should do something…” He swallows before continuing “You… you really couldn’t reach it, could you? You couldn’t get anywhere with what you were doing… you’ve been trying for a while, haven't you?”

she shook her head

He feels a pang of sympathy “Yeah… I could tell your wrist must’ve been killing you from how much you were trying… they really did a number on you, didn’t they? You just haven’t been able to get anywhere close to what they made you feel, right?”

"... They uhh... They left her halfway, and it's been burning all night, I just wanted to tip it over but my hands don't seem to work"

He nods, understanding her frustration. The fact that the Moblin left her on her edge… it must have sent her body into overdrive. He bites his lip again, his guilt growing as he thinks of how frustrated she is. He tries to think of a way to alleviate her issue. He doesn’t want her to be frustrated anymore, and a part of him wants to help her feel good again, but he’s hesitant to ask her to let him do it “I… I could help you if you wanted… if you’re okay with me doing that…”

she blushed and nodded

He feels a wave of relief wash over him once she agrees to it. He didn’t want to force her to do anything, but he also wanted to help her feel good again “Okay… just… just lay back and relax, and I’ll help you out…”

she giggled excitedly and laid down on the floor of the tent still holding the shirt

He smiles seeing her getting excited. It made him feel a little better about all of this. He gently took the shirt from her hand and laid it to the side before positioning himself to kneel in between her legs

"hi Newt" she giggled

He chuckled at the greeting, blushing ever so slightly as he looked down at her giggling form “Hello, Y/n. Are you ready?”

she nodded "yes Newt, please... Help me"

He nodded back, slowly laying his hands on her hips to hold her in place “Okay… just relax, and let me take care of you… okay?” He gently placed his fingers against her sensitive clit, slowly rubbing it in gentle circle,

she sighed already enjoying it more when it was not her own hand

He smiled, seeing her sigh with pleasure as he rubbed her. It made him happy to be the one bringing her enjoyment, instead of watching her struggle. He continued rubbing her, making sure to be careful and gentle with her sensitive skin

she gasped slowly her chest rising and falling fast, I controllably she shifts her hips a little squirming against his touch, and she opened her thighs a little wider

He could feel her squirm as he slowly rubbed her, her body clearly enjoying the stimulation she was getting. He could hear her breathing get faster as well, seeing her chest rise and fall faster and faster as he watched her, “Hmmm… you really were needing this, weren’t you?”

"yes..." She tossed her head back moving her thighs even wider "Newt..."

He continued rubbing her, using both of his hands to give her the most stimulation in the least time. He could feel her body heating up under his touch, and he could also see how much she was enjoying it, based on the way she was moving her hips and shifting her body “Hmmm… you’re so cute like this, you know that?”

she began to moan and squeal, her hips squirming and her head thrown back as she began to coat his hands with juices,

He could feel his heart racing as he heard her moans and noises. He could feel her getting close as her hips began to squirm even more, her body clearly enjoying his touch more and more “Hmmm… you’re close, aren’t you? I can tell you’re close already…”

"yes!" She whined, "Newt please!"

He smiled at her pleading, feeling happy that he was bringing her this much pleasure. He could see how close she was, her body shaking and squirming as she tried to hold herself back “Hmmm… you want to finish, don’t you?”

"yes please please Newt, please let me-

He smiled, hearing her pleading to finish. He decided to tease her just a bit, just to hear her reaction as he said it, “Hmmm… beg for it. Beg me to let you finish.”

she moaned loudly "please! Please! Newt! Please please I'm so close please Newt you- your hands are magic Newt, please please I need you!"

He chuckled, enjoying hearing her begging to finish. Her pleading did things to him, making him want to give in and let her finish, but he still wanted to hear her beg a little more “Hmmm… you’re close… but what will you give me if I let you finish now, hmmm?”

"Whatever you want..." She gasped

He smirks. He knows what he wants… but hearing her say she’ll give him anything… feels so good “Hmmm… anything I want? Whatever I ask for, you’ll give me?”

"yes I promise!"

He smirks and thinks silently for a moment. He wants so many things from her… but he knows he has to pick something that will satisfy him enough, so he can give her the release she’s so desperately begging for “Hmmm… I have something I want from you…”

"what is it?" She gasps

He gently continues to rub her as he speaks, hearing her gasp as he does “Hmmm… if I let you finish now… I want you to admit one thing to me…”

she whined desperately "Yes anything!"

He smirks as he continues playing with her, feeling her hips squirm under his hands. He can sense how close she is to letting it all out, and it makes him want to tease her more but he has a far better idea swiftly undoing his pants immediately pulling out his rock hard erection and while her thighs are so wide and her body dripping he slips inside her his eyes rolling back as he does, “Hmmm… then… you need to admit…” He gently begins to slowly thrust, knowing that it’s just enough to keep her on the edge of release, as he speaks in a sultry voice “Admit… that I make you feel good… better than the Moblins ever made you feel…”

she moaned loudly tugging in his hair "better then the Moblin , better then my hands, better then anything in all of hyrule!"

He could feel his heart skip a beat as he hears her words. Hearing her admit that he makes her feel better than anything from before… it’s enough to make him more excited, more than he expected to be “Hmmm… good girl… you’re being such a good girl for me… just one more thing, and then I’ll let you finish, alright?” he growled his hips getting faster and faster knowing neither of them were going to last very long,

she nodded "please Newt!"

He chuckled as he continued, hearing her desperate pleading. It was cute, seeing her so desperate to finish after he’d been teasing her so much, “Hmmm… then… tell me… who are you going to come to from now on… when you need to feel good?”

"you..." She gasped arching her back

He bites his lip as she arches her back, her body responding to his touch. He starts rubbing her clit again as he thrusts feeling her clenching around him, making her squirm even more as he speaks to her “Hmmm… good girl… you’re going to come to me when you need it from now on, right?”

she nodded "yes! Yes! Anytime I get excited" she moaned as she began to squirt a little so close to her edge

He felt his heart racing, seeing her getting so close to finishing. Knowing that she’ll come to him whenever she needs it from now on… it makes him feel happy, and excited “Hmmm… that’s right… I’m the only one you’ll come to from now on, okay? No one else”

she nodded her body trembling "humm...only ... Only Newt is allowed to touch me like this... Only Newt decided when we get to come"

He smirks as he hears her words, his heart racing even faster from her statements. Seeing her body trembling, her body so close to letting it all out, and hearing her say that he’s the only one allowed to touch her like this… it’s a lot for him to handle “Hmmm… that’s right… now say it again. Who’s the only one allowed to touch you like this?”

"you... Newt please I'm -"

He bites his lip as she says his name again. He loves hearing it, almost feeling addicted to hearing her say it already on the edge himself but he needs to get her there he can’t leave her frustrated again, “Hmmm… you’re what? Are you ready to cum for me, hmmm?”

"I'm going to cum Newt!"

He feels his heart flutter, feeling her getting so close. He loves hearing her say it, hearing her so close to letting it out after he’s been teasing her for so long “Hmmm… then go ahead. Let it out for me… let me see you finish for me…”

she moaned once or twice before finally hit her orgasm, after hours of her trying and a good half hour of his torment, she arches her back, her eyes roll back, she claws his bare back, screaming his name loudly enough to spook wildlife outside the tent, her hips shake and shudder, she squirts across the tent floor, her legs tremble as he lets her ride it out before signing and her whole body going limp with a sheen of sweat over her and a sweet post orgasmic glow

Hearing her finish after he had been teasing her for so long felt almost magical. Her moans and gasps, her arching her back and clawing at his back, the sound of his name coming out of her mouth over and over again, and the feel of her squirt sprayed across the floor… it was a feeling and a sight that he was addicted to. He just stands there a moment, watching her ride out her orgasm, watching her body shudder underneath him, and it gets him to his own quickly pulling out and sending his seed across her stomach as he groans her name trembling himself,

He can feel both their bodies relax, and he can also see the sheen of sweat on them both, and the glow that overtakes. He smirked down at her It’s a beautiful sight, watching her after her body finally gets the release it needs “Hmmm… my… you made quite the mess on the floor, didn’t you…?”

"I'm sorry..." She gasps

He chuckled as he heard her apology, shaking his head a little “Don’t apologize… I’m just teasing you. Seeing you like this after you finished was worth sleeping on a wet spot on the floor of the tent” he chuckled, “sorry uhh about your stomach.”

“It’s fine,” she giggled and ran her hands thought his blonde hair pulling him on top of her for a lusty kiss

He felt his breath hitch as he saw her pull him on top of her, a gasp leaving his lips as she pulled him into a kiss. Her fingers in his hair felt nice, and the feel of her lips against his sent another wave of heat through him He kisses back, feeling a sense of passion growing inside him. He can also feel her body against his own, still slightly sweaty from their previous actions. He slowly runs his hands along her sides, feeling his body wanting more from her, craving more He breaks the kiss for a moment, hovering just over her. His gaze runs over her body, admiring the way she looks underneath him. After a moment, he speaks up, his voice low and a little breathless “Hmmm… you look so good right now… all flushed and cute after I’ve made you finish… what a sight for me to see…”

she giggled somehow appearing innocent

He can’t help but chuckle, seeing her look so cute and innocent despite the fact that he’d just finished making her finish a moment ago “Hmmm… and you look so cute and innocent right now… it’s hard to believe that a moment ago, you were falling apart for me, moaning and squirming under my touch…”

"I don't think that's all that's hard" she teased pulling him back into the kiss

He gasps softly as he’s pulled back into the kiss, the feeling of her lips against his sending another wave of heat through him. Her teasing brings a light blush to his face, his body feeling excited at her words

she playfully squealed as he pinned her wrists down

He chuckled as he heard her squeal, enjoying seeing her playfully struggle against his grip a little. He then breaks the kiss, looking her in the eyes as he holds her wrists in place “Hmmm… and such a cute squeal, too… you’re so cute when you’re pinned down, you know that?”

"what are you going to do with me?" She giggled "tie me up? Hang me from a tree? Lick me senselessly?" She teased

He chuckled, letting her talk, letting her tease as she tried to guess what he would do. After she finished, he leans forward, bringing his lips to her ear as he whispers to her “Hmmm… you really want to know what I want to do?”

she giggled and kissed him again but as she pulled back she whispered against his lips "I think you want to overpower me… like a monster"

He couldn’t help but shiver again as she spoke into his lips, her words sending another wave of heat through his body. Her words were accurate, and he couldn’t deny the fact that he wanted to do exactly what she was saying. He responded with a smirk, his voice low and quiet “Hmmm… you think so? And if I did?”

she didn't speak, she just moved her thighs apart again as her answer

He felt his breath catch in his throat as she moved her thighs apart, her subtle action speaking louder than words as he knew exactly what she wanted. He couldn’t help but shiver again, her words and movement affecting him much more than he’d expected “Hmmm… you’re so eager, aren’t you?” He feels heat pooling low in his gut, seeing how eager she is. It was hard to keep himself in control around her, especially when she was like this “Hmmm… and you’re such a naughty little thing, aren’t you?” He growled before he pushed back inside her again “Uhh… You want me to be a monster, treat you like some little toy for my own desires?”

“Mhm,” She nodded biting her lip,

“Humm… You bad bad girl, I am gonna fucking Destroy you!” 

[yallthemwitches]

Catch the Wind, Chapter 5: Stolen Time

I got a little indulgent with this one. Hope you enjoy some quality Jily sexual tension....

James didn’t know how he made it back to the Gryffindor tower. He couldn’t recall walking–maybe he floated? He also had no idea where his homework had gone off too, but that was not important. All he knew was that he was currently splayed out on the couch in the common room only able to think of Lily. 

He closed his eyes and replayed the kiss again and again. How she pressed herself against him; made soft sighing noises as she opened her mouth more to deepen the kiss; the feel of her hands that moved from his cheeks into his hair…

“I think Prongs has been poisoned,” he heard Peter say after an echo of footsteps from the stairwell. 

“Likely not.” Remus’ voice retorted. “Someone go wake him.”

James didn’t have enough time to respond as a rush of air pushed past and a huge weight descended upon his chest. He opened his eyes, gasping to see Sirius with his arms and legs wrapped around his torso in a strangle-hold. 

“Oi! James, get up you prick we still got a day to get through!” James pushed his mate off while uprighting himself. He had forgotten that it was only noon. Fuck, how am I supposed to go to class now that Lily and I have kissed? Does being so sodding happy count as a medical excuse?

He was about to blurt out his morning to his mates, but something stopped him. They had kissed. That’s all he had wanted for years. His joy was inescapable, but in the back of his head were glaring questions: Why did she do it? Did she want something more? Was she perhaps under some sort of spell and this was all a big misunderstanding? Whatever the reason he wasn’t mad about the result, but telling this to his mates would more than likely cause an uproar. He knew Remus would at least be discreet, but Sirius and Peter? They would hound him and even Lily for ages. With that kind of luck, Lily wouldn’t even want to look at him again by the end of the day. 

Despite still feeling like a human beacon of light, he didn’t say anything. Lily would want it this way. Anyways, for all I know this is all I’m going to get.

The boys stood in front of the fire and bantered a bit about Quidditch after party plans. If James was showing any pep in his disposition, Sirius and Peter were not picking up on it, but every once in a while Remus would notice a blush and a smile creep across James’ face, and his eyes go a little unfocused...  

There was a bounding noise coming from the girls’ dorm steps and Lily and Alice descended. While they had been in mid conversation when walking down, Lily immediately went silent at the sight of James standing by the fireplace. James' eyes came back into focus and zeroed in on her. Despite a burning look, he took a breath and fell into a cool disposition. 

Lily, who now had a blush creeping on her face, told Alice she would meet her out the portrait hole, then turned to walk towards the boys. James' heart felt like it was about to burst through his chest. 

“Hey Potter,” she was trying to sound neutral but a softness was detectable in the way she said his name. 

“I think I forgot my book in the classroom today–did you grab it by chance?” He knew she had asked him a question but he could not compute. The way she was just standing there, looking up at him, with the lips he had touched just hours earlier slightly parted—his brain went blank. 

He finally registered what she had said and gave a cool smirk. 

“I wouldn’t want to be losing books right now, Evans—with NEWTs and all.” The way his stare bounced between eye contact and focusing on her lips made her blush even more and she nervously tucked a hair behind her ear. She could see the cloud of euphoria that was in his eyes earlier had not dissipated a bit. Despite his mates still in the room, the whole world seemed to disappear and all they were left with was the tension from earlier. 

“Exactly,” She half-whispered. He gestured for her to follow him over to his bag which had been flung haphazardly on the ground near the boys’ stairwell. She followed him, making note of how his hand lingered in the air as though begging her to take it with her own.  He pulled her book out of the sack and gave it a teasing waggle in her direction before handing it back. 

“Thanks,” she said. He stood back up and they were only inches apart. All she had to do was reach out for him again…

“ I hope you’re not forgetting something else,” his eyes lowered and a mischievous smile flashed at her. Lily gave a side eye to the boys still by the fire; all of which were not paying attention to them. 

She matched his smile with her own. “No, I think it was just the book, thanks.”

The cheekiness of his expression dropped off and the desire returned tenfold. It was as though every inch of his body was begging her. 

“Evans,” his voice lowered an octave. “Why did you kiss me earlier?” He lifted his hand and brushed a path from her forearm to her hand by her side. He let his fingers linger in her softly opened palm.

“I don’t know,” Lily breathed out. She tried to mask any sort of desire she had for him with a teasing tone, but she could tell he wasn’t buying it. Unaware, they had both taken a step closer to each other and were now breaching dangerous levels of personal space between two people who were merely friends. 

Clocking that they were getting too ahead of themselves with an audience around, Lily broke the haze and gave James a painfully platonic pat on the shoulder. 

“See you in class,” she said and with one last smirk, followed after Alice who had left the portrait hole. 

Merlin.

James slunk back to his friends who seemed overall unaware of what had transpired. 

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James barely lasted through his History of Magic course. Then again, in his Herbology lab. It felt like a pain worse than death to have to sit through boring classes after how much had happened in the course of one day. By the time his class with Lily came around, his body felt like it was buzzing with excitement. It took all of his energy to not sprint through the halls to get to the classroom. 

He entered and saw Sirius’ sitting in his usual spot in the back corner of the class, leaning back in his chair and reading some Muggle philosophy book. Lily was already seated with her materials in front of her a few tables up. James passed by Sirius and gestured towards Lily before continuing to walk in her direction. Sirius didn’t respond but shot his eyebrows up and gave a smirk. 

Now beside her, he cleared his throat and tried to tamp down the burst excitement he was feeling to be back in her presence again. 

“Can I sit here?” Lily looked up at him. She had put her hair up in a ponytail and little wisps of hair curled around her jaw. James felt like she was just taunting him at this point whether she knew it or not. 

Without saying anything she shifted her books over an inch and gestured for him to sit. Class started and despite not interacting with one another, they could both feel tension radiating off each other's bodies. Lily was doing better at focusing, taking clear and accurate notes and otherwise not giving attention to her neighbor. James on the other hand was barely holding it together. He tried to keep looking ahead at the professor but every shift her body made sent a shock through his system. Sitting next to her meant he could see how she would sometimes rest her quill against her lips when she was thinking; how her neck and jaw sloped out of her collared shirt and were such a lovely shade of cream; that her handwriting was so beautifully looped and curled with every stroke. 

It was going to kill him.

With another hour left to go in class, James’ emotions were reaching crisis levels of unbearable. With a split second decision, he ripped off a piece of parchment and scribbled something down before folding it up and casually placing it on the page of Lily’s open book. Still taking notes, she looked down at it for a beat before continuing as if nothing occurred. 

James, feeling a bit silly and terrified, tried his best to not look in her direction. After five minutes, he watched her hand pick up the parchment and gently unroll it. 

Lily looked down at the note. In an erratic hand was written:

I have wanted to kiss you again all afternoon. 

She folded the note back up neatly and put it in her pocket. If she had any feelings about what was written, she wasn’t showing it. She went back to taking notes, leaving James to desperately glance at her from time to time, wishing for some sort of acknowledgement. 

By about the 6th time he not so secretly gave her a yearning look, she stopped writing and peered over to meet his glance. 

“Stop fidgeting. I read the note.” Despite giving no indication of her feelings of its contents, James took this as closure enough and tried his best to be a good boy the rest of class. 

By the time everyone was getting up to leave, James had given up hope. I shouldn’t be pushing her. Clearly she isn’t ready. Merlin I’m so sodding thick. 

Not wanting to ruin things even worse, he nodded curtly towards Lily and then bounded over to Sirius who’s eyebrows had not descended from his face. 

“Have a nice time with your new mate,” Sirius mocked once James caught step with him. James mumbled a low sod off as they kept walking down the corridor. 

“H–Hey! Potter!” Lily’s voice rang out from behind him. She was standing in the doorway of the class waving her arm at him. 

“I had a question about the lesson today–could you help me for a second?” 

James was puzzled. She hardly said a word to him in class and certainly seemed to understand the lesson enough to even answer some of the professor’s questions. He shrugged, and turned to Sirius. 

“I won’t wait up,” Sirius responded immediately with a snicker. He winked at Lily who made a scoffing sound and then turned on his heel. James walked back to where Lily was standing and she ushered him into the now deserted classroom. 

“So, uh, what did you need–” But she was on him before he could finish. Shoving the door closed with her heel (expertly, James noted) she grabbed his face, threaded her hands into his hair and caught his mouth on hers. 

“I wanted you to kiss me all afternoon too,” She gasped out when their lips separated. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for the second time today, fitting their mouths back together. He pushed her up against one of the tables and she leaned on it for support as their combatting urgency pushed them together. 

“You did?” He groaned into her ear, now peppering kisses up her jaw and on her earlobe. He could feel her chest heaving against him and her breath catch with every kiss. 

“It wasn’t obvious to you?” She pulled his head which was making its way now towards her neck back up to hers to catch his lips once more. His calloused hands that were wrapped around her waist pushed up her jumper a bit, exposing some skin and he took the opportunity to place his hands on her bare back. 

She melted into him. It felt like just yesterday it would have been impossible to be in this moment, but now Lily was grasping onto him with such need, she felt out of control. The feel of his hands radiated heat inside her and she pushed herself into him more. She ran her hands down his shoulders before encircling them around his neck–making note of how slender yet toned his upper body was. Finally it was making sense why other girls fancied him so much all these years…

“Go out with me.” It wasn’t a question, he breathed it into her mouth when they had come up for air. His glasses now askew, he kissed her cheek softly before starting his journey placing kisses on her jawline.

“No.” 

It wasn’t what he had expected. He opened his eyes and pulled back to look at her. She was flushed and eyeing his lips hungrily to continue kissing. This was not the look of someone who wanted to decline his offer, but leaning in to kiss the bit of neck under his ear, she repeated: “No, I can’t.”

James snapped back to reality and pulled her away. “Why not?”

Lily looked around as she searched for words. “It’s just not a good time. I-I can’t explain it. It’s just with NEWTs and–”

“You won’t go out with me because of NEWTs,” James burst out into a sardonic laugh. 

“Merlin Evans, I knew you were a bit of a sacred character, but that seems a little low.”

Lily blushed deeply and absent mindedly brushed back her tousled hair. 

“I just need some time. Can you respect that?” She was imploring him. He could see the doubt flash in her eyes; he knew she half expected him to walk away right then and there.

“Yes. Yes of course.” He brushed her lips with his thumb before pressing his gently to hers again. He knew it wasn’t possible, but he wanted to convey to her how much he wanted this. Whatever it was they had, he didn’t care, as long as this continued. 

“I won’t ask you again, but c-can we still….” His voice trailed off, not knowing how to proceed. He didn’t even know if he knew what he was asking. If we could still study together? If we could still share a good bout of sexual tension? If we could snog senseless after class, preferably multiple times a day?

“We’ll see.” She swatted his chest playfully before he wrapped his arms around her again and kissed her with as much fervor he could give. 

“I’ll take those odds.”

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The rest of the month was a blur. NEWTs were fast approaching and between actually studying, Lily and James found new ways to keep their new situationship under the radar. At first, it was just their weekly transfiguration lessons that turned into snogging sessions. Then, they added a second “lesson” to the week. By the third week they had been able to find stolen time at least once a day to at least give each other a quick kiss or touch before going on with their day. 

Surprisingly, James had been doing a brilliant job of hiding it. Besides Lupin’s side-eye every once in a while when Lily greeted them in the corridors, none of his mates had caught on to the new change in events. Already adorned with the title of “friend of the marauders” Lily and her mates would often join the boys for meals and generally start to banter with them in the halls. Lily prayed that no one noticed during these times that sometimes James’ hand would rest a little too close to hers on the bench or that sometimes she would forget herself and move a rogue hair out from behind his glasses. 

They were signs of change though. Lily was never one to really get into the team spirit when it came to quidditch, but Marlene and Alice had both noted when she got a newfound interest in the sport. Sometimes caught reading Quidditch through the Ages before bed, she seemed almost too excited to go to the upcoming match. 

“Didn’t strike you as a cheerleading type,” Alice remarked in the dorms that morning as Lily looked for a suitable outfit for the match. 

“Actually, now that I think about it, did you ever actually go to the matches before?” 

Lily scoffed. “Alice, don’t be thick. I’m not that un-spirited. Besides, we only have one year left and this one is about over. Might as well put in some effort.” 

Alice, who had been trying to study for her potions NEWTs, let out a sigh and pushed her book off the bed in distress. Lily stopped her rummaging and picked the book off the ground.

“Not going so well?” In response, Alice laid back and shoved her pillow into her face. 

“You know if you wanted, I’m happy to help,” Lily offered. She knew how much Alice was stressed to get good marks in order to get into her Auror training. 

“What? And take away your snogging time with the Quidditch captain?” Alice peeked an eye out from under the pillow and watched as Lily’s face turned red. 

“It’s not possible to ruin something that's not happening, stop trying to fish.” Lily tried to make it sound as true as possible. 

“I guess I am fishing, yeah,” Alice admitted, sitting back up. “You just..seem different with him now.”

“There’s nothing to say. We are just really good friends–that's it.” Despite feeling like her delivery was shaky at best, Alice dropped her prodding and joined Lily in getting ready. 

There was a horrific storm beginning when the girls started to head down to the pitch. Lily wasn’t super versed in the world of Quidditch, but something seemed dangerous about flying around in lightning riddled skies. She wrung her hands nervously as they walked towards the main courtyard.

James was standing just inside the main foyer with some of his teammates in tow. All of them in their uniforms and donning their brooms, James had traded in his signature glasses with goggles that were now hoisted up on his forehead, further pushing his hair in all directions. He spotted Lily and gave her a huge grin. 

“Great day for a game!” He exclaimed to the girls. He looked like a little boy at Christmas. Lily looked outside and watched the courtyard trees bend horizontal from the wind.

“Seems like you should postpone it. Don’t you have a say being captain and all?” James looked out the window and shrugged. 

“Nah, looks fine to me!” He positioned his goggles over his eyes and started towards the door. 

“Wait!” Lily called out. She pulled out her wand and pointed it at James. Impervious! A silver aura appeared for a moment on his goggles.

James smiled broadly. “Always brilliant Evans,” he said as he turned toward the door. 

Despite the monsoon, the game went as planned. James scored 35 goals within the first half, effectively obliterating the Hufflepuff team. By the two hour mark, the only need for the snitch to be caught was to end the game—Gryfindor had already scored enough points to guarantee the win. 

At their victory, the Gryffindor crowd made their way onto the pitch despite the pouring rain. James, who landed to greet the crowd, peeled his jersey off and raised his hands bare chested. Despite the chaotic energy of the group, Lily stood stunned and regarded a shirtless and wet James making his way through the crowd. She had never seen him without anything off before–and it worried her that she wanted to see more. 

“God she's not even pretending to not stare,” Marlene snorted to Alice as they watched their friend continue to shamelessly oggle the quidditch captain. 

Lily snapped out of it and shushed her friends. “Sod off, I was just bothered by the rain, that's all.”

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The Gryffindor common room was mayhem. Sirius had convinced Mme. Rosmerta to “donate” barrels of butterbeer to the event and everyone was quickly falling into a celebratory haze. Lily sat on the couch with a butterbeer and watched Marlene talk up one of the beaters on the team while Alice had snuck off with Frank hours ago. 

James, now wearing a dry jersey and his usual glasses, was at the center of the fray, singing and cheering along with the rest of his team. Lily tried not to take note of how many times a girl sidled up to congratulate him on his performance. Currently, 5th year Iris Melborne had found her way to his side for the sixth time within the hour—not that she was counting. 

Not dropping her stare, she felt someone plop down next to her. “Doesn’t feel good does it?” Sirius was swishing a bit of firewhiskey in his cup before downing it all in one gulp.

“Not that I’m jealous that James gets all the attention after the matches—but maybe my mum was onto something when she said I was an attention whore. God help her, it would be the first time she was right.” 

She took a jug of firewhiskey that was sitting on the side table and poured himself some more before pouring a bit into Lily’s cup unprompted. 

“I think you might be drunk Black,” responded Lily. She could tell he was prodding for something, and she wasn’t in the mood to play along. Across the room Iris laughed dramatically at something James said and put a hand on his arm. Disgusting

“You should tell him you know. Not that that git deserves any more reason to have an ego–but you know, it would make him happy.”

Sirius was grinning lazily at Lily and without a good response, Lily downed her drink before getting up. 

“Thanks for the life coaching, Black.”

“Anytime, Friend.” Lily rolled her eyes and left Sirius to fill up his drink for a third time. 

At her approach, she saw James’ demeanor shift and he quickly turned away from Iris who had begun chatting up the Keeper. 

“Hey, good game.” She clanked her empty cup against his. 

“Bad luck to cheers without a drink,” James retorted and poured some of his drink into hers. They looked at each other for a while–daring each other to make a move. Lily looked down at his new jersey and remembered what he had looked like shirtless out on the pitch and blushed. She wished she could have felt how his shoulders were like underneath it all..

Lily felt his hand discreetly pinch at her hip and she snapped out of her thought. 

“Can I see you later?” He lowered his voice. While keeping up the air that he was just having regular small talk, his eyes were saturated with yearning. She felt his hand which had been lingering a bit too long at her hip graze its way on her side before dropping beside him. 

“I-I have patrols soon. Until midnight.” It was true despite her attempts to get Remus to switch. 

“Ooh, drinking before the job then.”

“Shut it Potter.” He gave her an amused grin. He loved to get her wound up. 

“Then I’ll come find you.” She looked at him pointedly for any sign of sarcasm, but he was being serious. 

“Seems like a bad idea to tell a prefect you are going to be drunkenly wandering the halls in the middle of the night,” she smirked. 

“It’s a chance I’m willing to take.” He smiled, “And I’m not that drunk. Certainly will be in working form by that time.” 

“Something tells me nothing good can come from you doing that.” She made her words’ double meaning very clear. They had only just begun snogging, but their urgency to be together seemed to rapidly increase. She was starting to be unsure how long they could keep this up without any fallout. 

“You know I’m always up to no good, Evans.” He gave her side a little squeeze again and parted his mouth expectantly. She hated how much she liked it when he looked at her like that.  One of his teammates came out of the crowd and wrapped an arm around James' neck. Being pulled into another round of cheering, he gave her a wink and mouthed “later” before disappearing in the crowd.

[ssseashell]

newtmas drabble, if you will

imagine this (college au):

during one of the late night drives the trio did during the weekends, thomas could be found at the back seat of minho’s car, newt on the other side by his right.

some random chill song was playing through the speakers of the car, the three inside of it vibing to it in a comfortable silence.

thomas turned to his right, glancing at his friend. newt was facing the open window, admiring the view of the dark road – only lit by the yellow glow of the streetlights.

his blonde hair partially covered his chocolate eyes, the chilly night breeze caressing his pale face.

“I can see it in your eyes that you despise the same old lies” minho sang in the driver’s seat, “you heard the night before…”

newt faced thomas, and all the brunette could see was how sleepy the boy suddenly looked.

“I’m about to faint.” newt yawned.

“just don’t faint on me.” thomas mocked.

“oh, you bet I will.”

newt quickly shoved all the trash between them of eaten fast food to the car’s floor, and threw himself stretched out – as far as he could manage to – in the back seat.

“I practice every day to find some clever lines to say…” minho continued. newt laid his head on thomas’ lap. “...to make the meaning come true…”

“gonna take a nap, tommy, if you don’t mind.” the blonde breathed, getting comfortable.

thomas froze. that was definitely unexpected. still, he found his body softening to newt’s action. without thinking too much about it, he took off his jeans jacket, trying to not move exaggeratedly to not disturb newt, and covered the boy’s torso with it.

it was an innocent act of friendship, — covering your friend on your lap with your own jacket to warm them up — right?

his heart skipped a beat when his fingers unconsciously caressed the soft blonde hair – yes, soft, because now he could say he knew how it felt to have the golden locks under his touch.

thomas noticed he had never wondered how it felt. but then, he wanted to caress newt’s hair everyday.

“THE TIME IS RIGHT, YOUR PERFUME FILLS MY HEAD, THE STARS GET RED AND, OH, THE NIGHT’S SO BLUE…”

“minho, I swear…”

“AND THEN I GO AND SPOIL IT ALL BY SAYING SOMETHING STUPID LIKE I LOVE YOU.”

“I JUST WANT TO NAP” newt whined on his lap, eyes closed. thomas didn’t take his hand off his hair.

“fine! i’ll let you two lovebirds cuddle back there.”

“slinthead.” was all newt answered before going silent.

thomas cursed minho in his head. cursed him even more when he looked at the rearview and saw minho’s treacherous eyes looking back at him.

**

“thought you said yesterday you didn't fancy him, shank.” teased minho that same night back at their dorm.

“thought you said you would mind your own business.” thomas answered. he didn’t think much about the sudden hotness he felt climbing to his cheeks.

after that, newt could always be found wearing thomas’ jacket.

not only did thomas never protest, but he also could never take his eyes off the blonde.

and that was the time – thomas would figure out much later – he first fell in love with newt.