Newt scamander x reader lemon

Originally posted by lonnieontherun. Summary: Part 2 of 2.

You couldn't help but audibly groan, as you attempted to alleviate your aching muscles, as you lay there, basking in the sunlight that streamed through the open window, stretched out like a contented cat upon the bed. It was one of those hot summer days, when the air smelled of fragrant flowers and baking earth. The atmosphere was oppressive and humid, leaving the skin glistening like raindrops on a cool autumn morning. You lazily rolled onto your side, eye lids fluttering open to be met with a world bathed in a rose gold tint. The Midas-touched landscape was far too bright and exquisite for your mere mortal gaze, so you quickly buried your face within the depths of your mound of pillows. The colour of water blue sky looked so incredibly refreshing and inviting, oh how you wished to skinny dip amongst the clouds.

Newt scamander x reader lemon

Originally posted by sinnerwriter. Your discussion had almost faded from memory almost a fortnight later. You were just finishing up tea, clearing away the dishes and such when Newt spoke up, his voice rather lower than you were used to, with a husky edge to it. You finished the charm before turning around to him, folding your arms. Hardly suitable for helping with the creatures, is it? You shrugged, testing the waters. It seemed his posture was a little less hunched, and he looked down on you, something he never normally did from his usual quiet, hunched posture. You gave him a minute nod, eyes wide as you bit your lip hard. Please, newt! Even without the sense of sight, you knew it was his black and yellow scarf, and you had been clinging to it for dear life for what felt like the past hour. Newt emerged from between your legs for the umpteenth time, relishing in your small, dejected cry; you had been this close to toppling over the edge of ecstasy. But newt kept your release on a tight leash, always dragging you away from the edge right before you could dive off, over and over, until you were reduced to a squirming, sopping wet mess. Even desperate girls ask nicely. Where are your manners?

But you trusted her. The same shirt that had started this whole thing all those weeks ago but this time you wore the shirt with nothing else but your lingerie.

He was so warm beneath the pads of your fingers, as they trailed gently up the column of his neck. In return you breathed out wearily, thoughts swirling around your mind at a mile a minute. Kansas inflicted by a tornado, if only you owned a pair of ruby red slippers, then maybe you could click your heels are return to the land of good mental health. A regular day turned bad by a succession of disasterous events. Just when you felt that you had a firm grip on your situation, the calmness was ripped away from you once more, as the day descended futher into chaos. The thought of being at home, in your bed, was enough to keep you buoyant above the dark waters of your stormy mind. He had hated seeing your tears, your will break as soon as you stepped over the shared threshold of your home.

While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled. Please consider turning it on! Log In. Remember Me. What happens when you, a Potterhead, swallow a time turner by accident and find yourself trapped into the Potterverse world, traveling through timelines. Post battle, Newt lives a quiet life, continuing to be a bundle of social anxiety. He goes back to Britain, and the lack of human friends hits him. He missed Queenie, and Jacob, but especially Tina. His life had finally taken a turn to being more private, as he continued his care for magical beasts alongside his assistant Bunty.

Newt scamander x reader lemon

Originally posted by abigailskanes. Sorry lovelies, this one is a little sad in a few places. Mostly the whole thing. Except for the middle bit.

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Theseus stood there for a moment, completely confused and slightly hurt by your sudden exit. You started working on undoing his bow tie, then his dress shirt, until lastly your hands dived in and took off his top completely. Sorry, what did you say? Westeros is a patriarchal society basically. Perhaps one of the reasons he loved you so was that you held the same fascination for magical beings, the same passion for them. New Reading List. Where are your manners? Take care of yourself, lovely! You simply rolled your eyes, adjusting your hat. You ready for me? It was like fate itself hated you or something. His mouth melted with your own, tasting, licking — only the desperate need for air made him part from you, but inhaling sharply he was back with precision, teasing the soft surface of your lips to perfection.

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Use it wisely. Undeniably your Amygdala must have been constantly overstimulated and your brain as a result, must have forced you into a state of repose. His free hand came to rest on your jaw, calloused fingers delicately caressing the heating skin of your cheek as if you could break from a rougher touch. The familiar sound of a cap openibg echoed through the room and the cool but welcome sensation of lube being applied to your opening, caused your hips to slightly buck again his touch. And he found himself crossing the kitchen in a few strides, gripping your hips from behind and pressing a series of kisses to your shoulder. He smiled at the nickname you had given him three years ago. Newt cleared his throat, giving you his famous half-smile as he tilted his head softly. Summary: The is inspired by the song slow hands by niall horan, you in no way need to know the song but I recommend it. Significant age gap reader is early 20s, Tywin is in his 50s Wringing your hands nervously, you straightened the already straight cutlery for the fourth time. He was never one to really initiate kisses but given the circumstances, he brought his lips gently to yours.