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[furiousdinosaurdestiny]

It’s me. I’m the problem hehe

[cherry-pop-elf]

My Roommate Is A Wiz With Animals

Newt x Muggle!Reader

SUM: You were returning home from work, when you stumbled across the strangest little animal. You couldn’t just abandon them. Even tho they are kinda funky. Animals deserve love and shelter, and that seems to win you quite the lost and found reward

Warnings: So much dang fluff, animal smuggling, Teddy shenanigans, Newt accidentally being really good at manipulation, reader is naive enough for plot purposes, MIGHT be a multi part series. Might…..Ok it will be shoosh

“Ugh I swear those shifts are getting longer and longer.” You would groan with your neck rolling around. Just trying to get your joints stretched. Was rather late in the evening. You had to cover for someone. Curse you for actually being a good human and helping someone out! Eh over time is over time at least.

You were still a bit nervous to head home so late. The sun was setting, and it casted the New York sky scrapers were casting such eerie shadows across the world. There was a beauty in it, but also it’s terrifying. Terrifying to be out late in the city night.

Had you picking up the pace.

As you tried to hurry home, before the street lights kicked on, you would hear the trash cans banging together. Made your heart stop, as you instinctively turned to look at the noise.

Didn’t seem like a person at least, so that gave you some calm. Still, could be a wild dog. Not that you hated dogs or anything, but street dogs are built to survive the streets for a reason.

You couldn’t help but stare, and wait, to see what would come out. Maybe it’s a kitten? A puppy? Ok now that you were cycling through the concept of a poor lost animal in the streets of the city that never sleeps had your heart ache.

Call you dumb, but you went to peak.

Was met with quite a surprise.

You weren’t entirely sure what you were looking at. It was some weird looking platypus mixed with a mole. Maybe it’s a sister species to platypi? It’s not unheard of that the rich and powerful have exotic animals. That there’s a black market for them. Maybe this poor baby escaped.

“You poor thing. New York and scraps isn’t meant for you.” You would Cooe at it, as the little creature looked up at you. Looking scared honestly. Would even reach its little arms out to you. How that made your heart explode from the utter cuteness.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Come here baby.” You would lift up the strange creature, and opened your jacket to tuck them closer to your chest. Help them warm up from the cold streets.

They would snuggle into your chest, as they felt a little safer. Grabbed at your top even. Didn’t want to end up back to the streets again. Like hell you would.

With a baby to take care of you made your quick walk into a proper jog. A rather good motivation to help you speed up on your way home. You had a tiny little thing to care for. One that needed a bath and some food. Shit, what would it eat? Maybe you’ll leave a variety of foods out and whatever they go for first could be what they like? You’ll worry about it later. Now was to get home.

Into the apartment complex you went, up the elevator, and you were home. Made sure all your locks on your door were clicked, and you would soon drop your things off.

“You poor thing. Let’s get you cleaned up, and feed you. How’s that sound?” You swore they were nodding at you. Seeming to comprehend what you were telling them very well. Maybe it’s an exotic pet thing? Or you are tired. Probably tired.

Into the bathroom you went. You ran a warm bath for them, and kept it shallow. Didn’t quite know what to do, so you just set them down in the warm water. Didn’t really have animal safe soap, so just water and a rag will do.

Have the cutest little noises at the gentle scrubs. Poor thing was filthy. Must have been on the streets for a while. Broke your heart. Such a brave little solider. Able to handle out there for as long as they did.

“Let’s dry you off and feed you.” You would lift the little thing up, and made sure they got nice and dry. Get all that grime off them. Certainly seemed alot happier now, so you guess you did a really good job.

Once you stepped out of the bathroom you heard knocking at your door. Who’s going to be contacting you this late? Let alone you in general? Had you cautious. You first found a strange animal, and now someone was knocking at your door? That didn’t equal good.

“Don’t make a noise. I’ll be right back.” You whispered, as you quickly took them to your room. Plopped right on your bed, and you closed the door.

You would wrap yourself in a bath robe, since you had changed into your sleep wear, and peeped through the peep hole.

The sight sure was strange.

There on the other side had to be the embodiment of sunshine. Had this curious attire of blue and browns, a suit case in one hand, and a stick in the other? Why does this fluffy haired guy have a stick with him? Maybe you just couldn’t see properly from the peep hole.

“Who’s at the door?!” You called, and you watched those big sparkling eyes light up. Excited that someone was home.

“Ah yes! Uh you don’t know me but you have something of mine! A sweet little thing. His name is Teddy! He’s mine. My Ni-Uh. Mine. Just mine!” He called back, as you were confused. How did he know you had something?

“One moment!” You figured you would see if he was right. You would quickly return to your bedroom, seeing the animal still on your bed, and called out.

“Come here Teddy-!”

And like that he was running right over you. Quick to jump into your arms.

Ok, maybe this guy had some truth. Still, you had questions.

You would return to the door, only to see that all the locks on the door were undone. Had you so horribly confused. There was a number of locks in a variety of styles there. No way you forgot to lock them all. Could you?

That’s when the door opened, and the man stepped in. The way Teddy seemed to squeak for the strangers attention. Hands reaching out like a toddler who wanted their mother. Was just so human. Seemed like Teddy really loved this stranger.

So, you didn’t refuse.

“OH TEDDY I WAS SO WORRIED-!” He sounded ready to sob, as he held Teddy close. Tears in the corner of his eyes as Teddy held the man’s face. Giving his cheek plenty of Nuzzles.

“You seem suspiciously clean for running around out there. Did you wash him? Did you take care of him-?” He spoke with such enthusiasm. Was like he might burst into confetti.

“Uh yeah. I just saw him hiding by some trash cans and I just couldn’t leave him behind. He wasn’t aggressive in the slightest either. Poor Teddy was cold, and just alone. I was actually about to try and feed him even.”

You were soon yanked into a rather tight hug. Felt like he might squeeze you lifeless. Teddy made sure to crawl over his daddy’s shoulder to avoid being crushed. Just snuggled away into his neck. Happy to be back.

“Oh you are truly a gift. Oh I don’t know how I can ever repay such kindness and warmth you’ve given him. Oh he’s my everything really. He gets into trouble often, sure, but he’s mine.” He explained, before finally letting you go. Little cheek kisses were given from Teddy, and the man would happily nuzzle into them. Was so clear that this wasn’t some poacher or animal smuggler. That made you feel better.

“So uh. Who are you exactly?”

That had his ears a soft pink, and a shy laugh left him.

“Oh blimey. Pardon me. The name is Newt. Newt Scamander. I’m Ma…I uh mean a Zoologist. I travel around the world studying animals, rescuing those that I can, and just loving nature. The pay isn’t that great but it’s worth it.” He would offer you a hand, and you would shake it in return. Telling him your name as well. And your own career.

“So kinda like a nomad. Does that mean you don’t have a place to stay?” You questioned, as he seemed to avoid your eyes for a moment. As if either to embarrassed to admit it, or trying to quickly come up with a lie.

“Well um. You see…I was currently trying to get a room for myself, but someone had to go running off. Can’t really blame him though. He adores shiny things. I should have been more careful. I know he has a weakness to things that shimmer and sparkle. It was all on me.” He would admit, as you had to respect that he was taking accountability.

“I mean. One night can’t hurt, right?” You couldn’t help it. This guy seemed to not be native here in the slightest. Said he’s a world traveler, sure, but it seems he’s not used to a concrete jungle. Wasn’t dressed for it, and sure didn’t seem like he was prepared at all. Did he really just only have that suit case with him? To travel the world? Something seemed….Off.

“Oh no no. You’ve already done so much. You’ve protected my baby. I can’t be asking you more-“ He tried to persuade you away, but your curiosity was to peaked. This guy was weird. Didn’t give any bad vibes kinda weird. Just….So peculiar.

“It’s one night really. You must have been hunting Teddy for hours. You didn’t get a chance to find a room, and it’s super late now. I can’t just throw you into the streets. One night. Just one.” You tried to logically explain, only to get another near back breaking hug.

“Oh I’ll never be able to repay your kindness. Oh your heart is so full. No wonder Teddy trusted you. Teddy has always been a brilliant judge of character. He knew you were a good person. No way would he let a stranger just hold him, let alone wash him. Oh thank you-!” You could feel the tears of relief in your shoulder, and all you could do was rub his back. Letting him breathe.

So that was how you ended up with a stranger living on your couch. Well, can’t say stranger given you knew his name now. Still! Most people would call you insane for doing such a thing.

Maybe you were.

But hey! Insane people have the most fun!

Besides, he’s pretty damn cute. Cute to see him snuggled into the couch, with Teddy under his arm, and his suitcase slid under the couch. Made sure to stay out of sight. You figured it was full of valuable paper work.

Did make you wonder though.

Where the hell did those pajamas he was wearing come from then? Did he just have them in that case and papers?

He was just full of to many questions to ignore.

He’s a stranger, but you just had to learn more.

Learn what made that man tick.

[erisawrites]

High body count man (slut) x High body count woman (murderer)

[jaded-stag]

[svt-articles]

An Introduction to Creative Writing and Its Different Types

What is Creative Writing?

Creative writing in stories is the art of using imagination, emotions, and original ideas to craft narratives ranging from fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and much more.

Creative writing focused on storytelling includes:

Characters—crafted or invented people with their own motives, conflicts, and personalities.

Plot—a sequence of events that play out through the story with an intricate structure of beginning, conflict, resolution, and ending.

Setting—where and when the story takes place.

Conflict—the struggle or problem that drives the story.

Theme—the deeper message conveyed through the story.

Main Types of Creative Writing

Creative writing fundamentally consists of two main branches: prose and poetry.

Poetry

Poetry uses rhythm, structure, and carefully chosen words to awoke vivid imagery and emotional impact. Some poems follow strict patterns of rhyme and meter, while others use free verse with no set structure. Song lyrics and spoken word performances also fall under this category.

The main goal of poetry isn’t just to tell a story—capturing a feeling or moment through the beauty of the language.

Prose

Prose uses sentences and paragraphs to craft stories or share experiences. Many popular forms of creative writing fall under prose, including:

Novels are long fictional works that develop characters, settings, and complex plots over usually 250-400 pages.

Short stories are brief fictional pieces that focus on a single event or idea, usually read in one sitting.

Memoirs are true stories based on the writer’s personal life and experiences.

Personal essays are reflective pieces where writers explore their thoughts, feelings, or perspectives on a topic.

Scripts are works written for film, television, or theater that include dialogue and scene directions.

Copywriting and blogs: Creative writing isn’t limited to books. Marketing content, advertisements, and blog posts often use storytelling techniques to connect with readers and persuade them.

Why Creative Writing Matters?

Creative writing delivers information like any other form of writing, but it also communicates emotions, sensory experiences, and deeper meanings that can’t always be articulated properly.

It allows writers to explore ideas, express identity, and connect with others through the power of words.

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𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 | NFSW Content, Cockwarming, Subtle Voyeurism

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 | Gender Neutral Reader (however use of of the word cunt) This is a continuing work.

Thigh garters. Wear some thigh garters, and you have this man sat.

Stops in the middle of sex to give you a break. He always had water bottles and your favorite (nutritional) snack on standby. 

He loves a good tease. Whether that's you not wearing any underwear under your clothes or walking about the house in mesh lingerie, he will speed you to the bedroom, and have you, no matter the time of day. 

The moment you kiss his neck, or hand, or chest, he's ready for you. (Sometimes you'll catch him blushing)

He is a dom, sometimes he'll let you take the lead, but he's unwaveringly always a dom.

Relishes cockwarming. Your lips or cunt around him as he reads? Impatiently squirming for him as he turns to the next page? Definitely.

Loves to be between your thighs, especially if you squeeze his face, it…calms him for some reason.

Thigh riding is his guilty pleasure. Seeing you pleasure yourself on his thigh, desperately blabbering and begging him to fuck you. It's exhilarating.

Occasionally when he’s just watching you clean the dishes, read a book, or put some jewelry on, he'll get a hard-on. (Your mere existence is a temptation to him)

His favorite position is missionary, he wants to stare into your eyes while he fucks you. He wants to see exactly what he is doing to you. 

Moisturizing after showering is the most seductive thing you can do. Lathering up oils and lotion onto your skin, not even paying attention to his ever-peering eye. And your glistening naked body? He gets so hard it’s painful. 

Once you told him that you adored his hands, and he looked at you with an intense gaze as if you tempted him. For the next several hours, you were pounded to the point where you were wrecked by his cock and your orgasms.

Suffice to say, if you give him a compliment, he's fucking you right then and there.

You don't have to seduce him “Your mere existence is a seduction” (as he says). Any little thing you do, he finds immensely attractive. (there was this one time you were sucking some food off your fingers, and he practically charged at you)

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[emotionalsupportplatypus]

You ever get so self-aware you start narrating your own breakdown like it’s a documentary?

"Here we observe the human, attempting to fix their life by reorganizing a Google Doc instead of confronting their emotions.

The subject believes buying a new notebook will fix everything. It will not.

Tune in next week when they cry over a yuri fic they forgot they wrote."

[manincaffeine]

I've been single for so long that the next person I'm with are gonna have to deal with me being so obsessive. showering them with love every possible moment, giving them all my attention, holding hands all the time, spoiling them in so many ways, making sure they feel wanted 24/7