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NEWT SCAMANDER X READER
In Love Again
Request: Can I request a newt x reader where he holds your baby daughter for the first time, and he falls in love with you and her all over again please? Lots of smiles and fluffiness please?
OH BOY IS THERE A LOT OF FLUFF xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
You hated that Newt had to see you like this, weak. A thick layer of sweat plastered your hair to your clammy skin as you cried out in absolute anguish, tears rolling down your cheeks, every part of your body screaming with hot fire. You just wanted it to be over, you just wanted it to end. Newt had been more supportive than you could ever thank him for, but until now, a part of him struggled to comprehend that this was his child you were giving birth to, and not just another of his creatures. Watching you now, the lovely smile he once wore was replaced by crippling sadness, crystal tears pouring from his vibrant blue eyes and down his freckle kissed skin. You knew why; Newt was incurably empathetic, which meant that seeing you in any pain would simply overwhelm and distress him to this point. The doctors encouraged you with each push, but their words were easily drowned out by your sobs of despair.
“(Y/N).”
His voice was the most quiet in the room, but the only one you heard.
“N-Newt,” you gasped through your tears, your head rising as he spoke.
“Sweetheart, I need you to listen to me, alright? Listen to the sound of my voice, I’m right here,” he encouraged softly, entwining his slender fingers through yours.
You gave another push, shaking your head back and forth, “I-I can’t do this.”
Newt squeezed your hand, “Yes darling, you can. Look at me.”
You rolled your head pathetically to the side, catching Newt through your bleary vision. His elbows rested against the table, his ember colored fringe drooped over his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed together in worry.
“You only have a few pushes left,” he promised, rubbing his thumb against your skin. “So when the next one comes, squeeze my hand and know that I’m here, know that I love you, and you can do this. Can you do that for me?”
It was a rare occasion, hearing Newt utter multiple sentences without a single stutter. You gave him a nod, and as you gave your last few pushes, you focused on the sound of his soothing words, your nails digging into his flesh but not causing him to flinch at all. It hurt like hell, but there was not a chance in the world that you could’ve done it without him. Once it was over, you collapsed back into your pillows form exhaustion, your breathing heavy and unstable. The doctors quickly took your baby to get cleaned up, and Newt edged closer to you, using his knuckles to push your stray hairs affectionately behind your ears.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I wanted you to think I was brave, but I’m not.”
Newt bent over you, his lips coming to rest briefly like a whisper on your forehead. He pulled back, caressing your cheek lightly, “I’ve never seen you braver,” he whispered, his cool breath fanning over your skin.
You laughed softly, bringing your hand to cup his, “Thank you.”
Newt opened his mouth, but was cut off by a doctor.
“Here she is,” the doctor smiled warmly, passing your baby girl into your arms.
She was wrapped snugly in a plush pink blanket, her chubby cheeks rosy as she stirred, and you were surprised to see that, unlike most newborns, she wasn’t crying at all now, but instead looking genuinely content to be in this new world. Her warmth spread into your arms, and you stared at her in awe, starting to cry again after just having stopped. She had her father’s eyes, big blue green orbs filled with wonder and charm.
“We made that!” you squealed softly, brushing off a tear and looking at Newt.
Newt pulled his eyes up to yours, a short airy laugh emitting from his chest, “we made that,” he repeated in disbelief. “She’s an absolute b-beauty,” Newt breathed lovingly, “must’ve gotten that from you.”
“Really? I’d say that’s all you,” you glowered.
You raised your fingertips to touch your daughter’s squishy little fingers. “This is a bit different than raising your creatures,” you giggled breathlessly.
“Well, considering you are the only one I have ever trusted to care for them, and considering how much kindness and love you gave to them, I’ll bet you’re going to make the best mother anyone could ever ask for,” Newt grinned.
Even after years with Newt, things like this still caused you to find yourself furiously blushing beet red.
You pecked your daughter on the head and smiled down at her joyus little face, and as carefully as you could, you passed the little bundle into Newt’s arms.
He grasped her tightly against his chest, staring down at her for a good while, his mouth hung open as he searched for the words to say. After a long silence, he raised his head, closing his eyes as he struggled to gain composure, a fresh wave of tears now rolling down his cheeks.
“It’s like-” his voice cracked and he shook his head again, his lips twitching upwards as he cried softly and left his sentence unfinished.
“It’s like what?” you smiled, using the pads of your thumbs to brush the tears from Newt’s soft skin.
Newt brought all his attention to you, his shimmering eyes softening as he gazed dumbfounded at you. “I-It’s like,” he breathed quietly, “It’s like I’m falling in love all over again.”
Your heart practically melted right then and there. “She is pretty easy to fall in love with,” you smiled warmly, looking back down at your child. But Newt continued on staring at you, his fingers crawling under your chin and lifting your face back up to his.
“Not just her,” he sighed, tilting his head. “I’m afraid, my love,” he said, searching your face, “that I am falling for you all over again.”
You shook your head in amazement, “what did I ever do to deserve you, Newt Scamander?”
“Exist,” he said simply, without a moment’s hesitation.
You were going to say something, but a sudden wave of sleepiness crashed over you, and you found yourself unable to suppress your yawns.
“Merlin’s beard,” Newt said, “that was supposed to be romantic, not put you to sleep.”
“Mmm,” you said faintly, “sorry sweetie, I’m just so exhausted.
“Yes of course,” Newt straightened up, “you need lots of rest. But…not to worry, I’m not going anywhere darling, I’ll be right here when you wake up!”
“Don’t worry,” you mumbled, “you have to go and take care of your beasts.”
“They’ll be alright without me for a while. After all, I have a new beast to take care of now,” he giggled to himself, tapping your daughter lightly on the nose.
“Newt! Don’t call her that!” you snorted with laughter.
“A-and once you awake, I will be sure to give you a proper good kiss,” he smiled bashfully.
Your eyelids drooped, but you smiled, “how about you kiss me right now?”
Newt blinked a few times, the corners of his mouth twitching up into that smirk of his you loved, his cheeks flushing, and adorable dimples appearing. You bent cautiously forward, your fingers coming to lightly brush Newt’s velvety golden red hair from his eyes. You sighed contently, tapping your fingers lightly against Newt’s temples as you gazed deep into the pools of his familiar blue eyes.
“I want you to know that, with you…well, I fall in love with you all over again every time I see you. I am so in love with you, Newt Scamander,” you murmured.
Newt’s skin turned hot under your palms.
“A-and I you,” he stuttered softly.
You strung your arms loosely around his neck, Newt’s hands coming to gently cup your cheek. You tilted your head, eyes fluttering closed, your lips finding Newt’s familiar ones with no trouble. It was easy, with Newt. Your lips molded easily together like two puzzle pieces, and every time you kissed, you found your heart springing to a thrum at the sensation of his soft and plump lips against yours. You pushed a little further, your nose pressing into Newt’s skin, your hands coming up to trail through his locks. Newt hummed lightly in content, the vibrations sent through your locked lips. His thumb caressed your cheek gently, every move of his cautious and careful with you, his intensity always soon to mimic yours with ease. Newt smiled radiantly against your mouth, and you could practically taste the happiness on his lips. You briefly bent your head in deeper, Newt quickly dipping his lips forcefully against yours before pulling back, his grin still plastered to his face.
“I needed that,” you sighed, collapsing back against your pillows.
“Rest well, beautiful,” Newt soothed in reply.
He shifted slightly to raise the blanket around your body, tucking you snugly in, the sleep already coaxing you into darkness. As he lifted his hands away, you used your last bit of energy to grab Newt’s wrist midair and hold his hand. You held it like that against the sheets, and a moment later, you were gone.
Newt leaned back, the smile on his face never faltering for even a second. And so he sat like that, admiring his two favorite girls in the world and wondering how he ever got so lucky.
Mating.[Newt Scamander Oneshot.]
Finally, right? Here’s Part One. Part Two will be coming tomorrow. did i mean for this to be 3,000+ words and almost 8 pages long? no. but it is.
Title: Mating. Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader. Words: 3,302. Rating: M. (mild sexual content).
The night had started off just like any other you found yourself in. There were a few lights on in your home, there were also a few candles and an already dying fireplace set in the living room that gave off a wonderful heat and a sort of picturesque lighting. Your coat, as well as an appealing blue coat were hung up by the door, shoes popped off on the floor below them, snow now melting off their heels. A familiarly worn Hufflepuff scarf was accompanying the jackets on their hooks, an unspoken reminder to Newt of who he really was.
There was an absolute feeling of love and tenderness wafting through the air and there was no need for words anymore. Newt had a way of being so alluring without even intentionally thinking of appearing so, and you found yourself mesmerized by this. The cut of his jawline, the sinking in his cheekbones that gave him a specific unique look you’d never seen before. The freckles that tickled along the the bridge of his nose onto his tinted cheeks. His sparkling green eyes that, if caught in the light just right, looked as bright as a leaf mid-summer. He was surely beautiful, you thought to yourself with a dazzled sigh.
Unbeknownst to you, Newt was thinking very similarly. He wanted nothing more than to reach across the table and pull you close to him, his lips devouring yours in a kiss that would last near minutes until your lungs needed the satisfaction of air. He stayed still though, and swallowed in the fantasy running vividly in his imagination. For a second there, he could almost feel your hair brushing through his fingertips as he cups your head in a very heated kiss. Newt could feel the shock and then you softening against his mouth to reply.
And really, there was nothing stopping him from doing such. But, Newt did worry about how you respond to such a frivolous, spontaneous and romantically inclined action. Positively or negatively? He was sure it would be positive but he was left feeling a bit insecure on the matter and decided to let things go paced as they are.
Twitching his fingers softly, he reached up with the hand that wasn’t on his thigh, picked up his cup of tea and took a sip. He took slight pleasure in the way the hot liquid ran down his throat as it woke him up from his fantasies.
Social dates were okay, but if Newt had a preference he would say that the in-home more private dates where the two of you simply enjoyed each other without the looking eye of the public were possibly his favorite kind. He found a sort of solace in being happy with so little; in the fact that there were a few things that he was head-over-heels for. His creatures were one and you were the other. Biting his bottom lip, Newt gawked at you, or at least that’s how it appeared. Regardless of the situation, whether he was out in public or in home like he was now, he wouldn’t have reduced his amount of compliments and gestures of adoration. It was interesting to say the least, to hear him so chatty as the night progressed.
You had deduced early on in your relationship with Newt, that he was a bit of a night owl and liked to stay up later than most everyone. He probably found himself with more energy during the night than any other time of day because it was then that he could tend to his creatures without the constant fear of being caught, or even being carried away in his case by a stranger that happened to stumble upon it. Now-a-days, atop the nights that he spend tending to his creatures, Newt also spent them with you as well. It was in the night that he first saw you under a dim New York street light, looking as angelic as ever. His eyes rested on you as you took a drink of tea, idly staring off into space. His lips tilted into a small grin. That night you looked just as beautiful as you did now.
It was in the night that he trusted you, and you trusted him and he introduced you to the inside of his case and to his creatures. Newt’s heart churned at the thought. You were so in love with all of them, and you had accepted them as a part of your family by choice.
It was in the nighttime that the two of you shared your first kiss. It was a night much like the one happening. Quiet, peaceful. And by the end of it, when Newt was ready to leave, hopping on one foot to another because the night had really gone on without any issues and he actually found himself able to connect with you unlike he was able to with many people, you stood in the doorway of your small one-bedroom apartment. It took him a push, and if Newt looked back on it now, you were actually the one who initiated the kiss. And god, he was so happy you had because he was almost certain he’d continue to chatter your ear off before you finally said goodbye.
The smile on his face melted from one of pure remembrance of moments passed to a soft glimmer of adoration and love as he stared intently at you.
“Now is it fair that you look so amazing and I look like I got dragged through a trash can?” Newt asked and moved his eyes back to the tea in front of him, sitting snug on the oak table. Lifting an arm, he rested his hand on this thigh and laughed more to himself.
Laughing quietly, you looked at your teacup bashfully and shrugged your shoulders, “Have you looked a mirror recently?”
“Not recently, no.” Newt smiled at you, the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth becoming present. They were what you called his ‘Genuine smile wrinklies’ because that’s what they were. They were the reminders that if you cannot smile, it’s never a good day. At least, that was one of his many philosophies.
“Oh, well. I guess you’ll never know how unreasonably handsome you are.” You swooned in your seat, placing the back of your hand on your forehead and leaning backwards in your seat to strike a dramatic pose. This made Newt smile as he studied the curve of your body and how you moved so subtly, so gracefully and oh so enchantingly.
“I can’t tell if you’re flirting or trying to be mean in a nice way.” Newt was smooth to retort with his own sass, staring at the tea in his cup before setting back on the table, “Unreasonably handsome is quite a stretch, I’d like to think of myself as average.” His sentence turned into a small mutter near the end as he looked around.
Rolling your eyes at his statement, you repeated yourself and stood up. “You should really look in a mirror sometime, Newt.”
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder-” Newt said and grasped your hand as you rounded the table, “And if you’re my beholder, than I shall believe I’m beautiful as long as you think I am.”
“You’re beautiful inside and out.” You gushed, entwining your fingers with his. Newt left his thigh with the kiss of his palm as he raised both arms around you and persuaded you into his lap. Kissing his knuckles gingerly, you sat yourself on his thighs. Tucking back some of your hair with his free hand, Newt studied the side of your face and chuckled lightly when you turned your head to peck at the fingers of that hand.
His breath caught in his throat at the feeling of your lips so mildly against the sensitive skin of his fingertips. You had left them slightly wet as you pulled away to look down at him, and something about that fact left him sitting a bit more stiff that he was before. Newt swallowed back the breath that had managed to get stuck before drawing in a deep, settling breath. Tilting his head forward, he rested it on your bare arm and shut his eyes. Just being so physically close to you was something special and felt like a privilege. And to Newt, it surely was. You were letting him into your life, you were letting him close and letting him love you, so in the end, to him, all of this was a privilege. Kissing your arm blindly, he tipped his head up and rested his chin on your shoulder.
Newt breathed in once again, focusing on the smells. He could smell perfume, something vague and very delicate. He could almost imagine a rose in his mind. Lying under that scent was something different. Much like animals producing their own scent to attract a mate, humans did very much the same thing or so Newt has recently discovered. A sex pheromone, he thought to himself and breathed out shakily. To say yours was different wasn’t a complete lie; to say that Newt found it amazingly suitable and attractive to only you would be a better way to put it. The natural smell you gave off, plus whatever perfume you decided to wear that day always toyed with his mind in the instances you walked by, or if the wind brought the smell to him. He supposed if humans were like animals he’d have to perform a mating dance, but alas, they weren’t.
He smiled gently. You were simply with him because you loved him and supported him. And that meant the world to him.
“You okay?” Your voice rattled him back to reality.
“Quite.” Newt murmured in the crook of your neck and left you with a ghostly kiss to your skin. “Just getting a bit tired, I suppose.”
“You want to go lay down?” You asked and brushed back some of his reddish-brown hair. It tangled between your fingers.
Newt thought about that for a second before nodding a bit too eagerly to a question of such stature.
With your back pressed against the oak door of your now shut bedroom, you found it hard to even focus on anything other than the deliciously plump lips that were smashing down onto yours, eradicating any thought of even getting to sleep early this evening. Newt was surely careful not to bump you too harshly against the door to avoid hurting you, his hands pressing against the wood and trapping you snug between a rock and a hard place. The rock being the door behind you and the hard place being Newt. With your dress already unzipped in the back, the chill of the air was running up and down your spine and only intensified as he pulled you away from the door, desperate to make some sort of attempt at getting to the bed.
If not, then the floor would have to suffice. That thought was surely wiped clear of his mind when he felt the back of his knees against your mattress. Strange, he thought to himself and furrowed his eyebrows, he could have sworn the bed was farther away than that. Sitting himself down, he gazed at the floor and then at you. “Come here.” Newt chided quietly, wrapping both arms around your waist and tugging you to lay on the bed. With a few shuffles and moans, he was finally on top of you.
“Are you sure you’re comfortable?” Newt whispered down to you whilst readjusting his body above yours. Grunting softly, the mere tightness of his clothing were making it difficult to maneuver properly. Your were knees bent and placed between his legs, your back arching to accommodate to the messy blanket you were resting on, his hands keeping himself as steady as possible with them resting by your head on a soft pillow. Your dress would occasionally peek up your thighs as if they were playing a game with you, and though you bare noticed such a thing, Newt seemed to be thrilled by the second as more and more of smooth skin was being revealed.
Newt’s fingers would dive into your hair every so often when he had the strength which he seemed to have a small amount of as you nodded, tilting your head to the side to give his clothed forearm a seductive kiss. That was enough to make him falter, whether because of the heat you gave with every bit of affection or because of the undeniable thought of what was going to happen, Newt wasn’t sure. But, one thing was certain. So far, he was enjoying himself. He just hoped you were as well.
Newt didn’t want to crush you by letting his entire weight rest against your body, and opted for his bottom half to rest against yours. With his hips hugging yours, he lifted his torso a bit more and puffed it out. Your hands had left your side on the soft bed to touch his sternum before diving down to unbutton his shirt. One by one. Such a slow pace, Newt thought to himself and watched you with dilated green eyes. They were so heavily diluted, that in the luminescence given off by your nightstand light gave the appearance of his eyes being heavily darker than they were in natural sunlight.
He himself felt like he was floating on a cloud every time you’d even hover your lips above his, every time your hands would peep under his button up shirt and onto the bare skin of his neck. Goosebumps were rising and falling on his body as frequently as he breathed.
But then again, that was an understandable area for that kind of cuddling, that being on the chair in your dining room near the dying fire. The sort that could turn into something else given the circumstances. And it just so happened that the two of you found those exact conditions this evening. First on the chair, and then soon after in the bedroom down the hallway.
Friction at this point was the only thing he needed to worry about. The intense friction you would bring by barely even grazing your legs against his, giving him a touch here and there were enough to stir something deep inside of his mind. It was as if someone or something had hit him with an aphrodisiac causing a jolt of unsaturated craving to run vicariously through his veins. Either it was a good thing or things were going to be a disaster. Newt would have to see.
“I’m plenty comfortable.” You responded as another one of his shirt buttons came undone, “Are you though?”
Chuckling breathlessly at your inquiry, Newt craned his head down to capture your lips in the smoothest possible way. He was hoping that was an obvious answer to your question, his full plump lips melding against yours ever so slightly as his hips moved against yours to allow some more leverage in his movements. It would become much easier to move when he wasn’t completely constricted by tight clothing, he figured and watched with a sort of innocent eagerness as your hands pulled away his white button up shirt. With Newt’s shirt now completely unbuttoned and tossed haphazardly onto the floor, your hands found themselves on his torso.
You teased his skin with your fingernails, hoping to arouse him further. Unknowingly, you were playing with a fire that was only going to get hotter and hotter the more you handled it.
A reaction from Newt you would have expected was a shiver, maybe a small smile of shyness. But, as he pulled his mouth from yours to look down at you, you noticed something behind his gaze. And it was surely intentional, the pure intensity of his stare as he refused any sort of motion that would cause your eyes to unlock from one another, mouth agape and appearing to be much more bruised from the delectable way he was kissing you before. You could feel his breath on your face as you ogled up at him, entranced by his peering eyes.
Whether it be lust or want, perhaps a mixture of both, his green eyes sparked something inside of you mind that eventually, with very little motivation swirled through your body. A sort of confidence, really as you found yourself pleased with Newt’s response. Lightly, your fingernails traced down his smooth chest to rest on his navel to see what other reply you could get out of him. You could see the freckles that lined on Newt’s body, from his cheeks where they were splattered gently, to his slightly broad shoulders where they clustered together like tiny galaxies, all the way down to where the waistband of his dark brown pants danced around his slender waist.
That was a wonderful feeling for him. He couldn’t quite describe it, but if asked, Newt supposed he would say that it felt like a sort of tickle turned seductive. Newt knew where this was heading, which was why it wasn’t as ticklish as it would have been if you purposefully used your hands to trace his abdomen. Not to say your action didn’t make him chuckle because it did. The sound was slightly strangled by his lips pressing against yours once again, coaxing into deeper longer kiss than before.
Undeniably, Newt was turned on. With every ghost of your touch, with every kiss he was getting more and more to the place in his mind where he’d no longer heed to anything but the want. Newt wanted the favor of your bare body so close to his, his fingers touching unspeakable places they’d never wandered around before, his lips whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
He started with the latter, with the full intentions at getting you to the point of excitement that he found himself at. Craning his head down, Newt situated his mouth next to your ear. He made himself appear suspenseful as a small, deep chuckle resonated from somewhere deep inside of his chest. That sparked another flush of want to radiate down and throughout your entire body, as you had never actually heard him sound like that before.
The gently loving hands that were once cupping your cheeks were now pressing against the outsides of your thighs, teasing an already peeping dress further up. You could feel his fingers shaking against your skin ever so slightly, telling you that he was in fact nervous and was putting on a small facade of confidence, but regardless, seeing Newt in such a state was a thrill.
He had let himself go slightly, and now rested his naked chest against yours to get closer to your ear. The leg that was between your legs was pressed further up, rubbing sensitively as Newt licked his lips and informed you, “I’m already shirtless, so I believe it’s time we make it a bit even, (Name). Fair is fair, after all.” His voice waved a bit at the end of his statement, but for Newt to have even gotten that far was amazingly sexy. Beyond that even. It was impressively sexy.
Biting down on your bottom lip, you laughed and tilted your head back against a pillow once again. “Have you been practicing pick-up lines?”
“Only slightly,” He said into your ear with an embarrassed chuckle, “Is it obvious?”
“Only a little.” You stifled your laughter and raised your hands onto his chest once again. You could see Newt shudder under your touch, leaving you to feel a bit more powerful than before. “But, my oh my…. Mr. Scamander. I had no idea you were so seductive.”
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Golly gosh I hope that was good. This was only part one, folks! Part two is coming your way tomorrow! Reblogs + likes are way appreciated and mean a lot! Have a good day/night!
God, when I meet you, I’m going to be pretty.
If it’s the last thing I do.
I’ll be a beautiful angel.
Carol Kane, 1970s
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Random bits of innuendo and misc Carl references from Peter’s diaries.
That’s our boy.
The Trinity Exhibition in Berlin.
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