fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme ([personal profile] fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme) wrote2016-11-23 07:27 am
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Grindelwald!Graves/Newt - non-con during interrogation scene

(Anonymous) 2016-11-22 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Grindelwald realizes that Newt is Dumbledore's rebound so he breaks him in whatever way he can.

newt/credence, credence accompanies newt

(Anonymous) 2016-11-23 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
so apparently the original ending of the movie showed credence getting on the same boat as newt. what if that had actually happened? credence accompanies newt in his adventures around the world and they fall for each other eventually

Any + Newt, Obligatory jupiter ascending outfit prompt

(Anonymous) 2016-11-23 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Because every kinkmeme featuring Eddie Redmayne needs to have this prompt

Basically someone is in Newt's case and finds his outfit from Jupiter Ascending ( http://67.media.tumblr.com/1fe4f8e0383b6540da83373c5c84d82f/tumblr_inline_njvnq0hd5U1qjtxsg.jpg gold+sequins+gladiator sandals, the whole nine yards). They have a lot of questions.

Graveselwald/Credence - blowjob in a dark alley

(Anonymous) 2016-11-23 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
With plenty of emotional manipulation

Tina/Queenie - anything!

(Anonymous) 2016-11-23 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Haven't seen this pairing yet, and siblingcest is my jam

Newt/Jacob - weight gain

(Anonymous) 2016-11-23 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
either party gaining weight

Re: Grindelwald!Graves/Newt - non-con during interrogation scene

(Anonymous) 2016-11-23 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
+1000000000000000000000

Newt/Balem Abrasax

(Anonymous) 2016-11-23 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
Inspired by the prompt above ^_^

Jacob/Newt

(Anonymous) 2016-11-23 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Jacob and Newt raise the baby occamies together and later on Newt starts referring to himself as "mum" and Jacob as "dad". Jacob realizes he's accidentally settled down and started a family with Newt, and is surprisingly okay with that.

Credence & Harry

(Anonymous) 2016-11-23 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
Harry is Credence reincarnated. Credence could be a separate personality in him that he talks to or Harry has dreams/flashbacks.

+does this mean Harry is born with an Obscurus or does he eventually develop one?
+what does this mean about Harry being a Horcrux as well?

Newt/Credence, protection and h/c

(Anonymous) 2016-11-23 11:51 am (UTC)(link)
Something inspired by this fanart (http://viviena.tumblr.com/post/153454305098/attacking-a-man-traveling-with-a-devoted-obscurial). Basically protection and h/c, but Newt is the one hurt and Credence doing the protecting/comforting. Bonus points if Newt still has to coax Credence into showing himself, and if it especially bothers him that Credence doesn't hesitate to kill people to protect him, but does his best to hide it for his sake.

Fill

(Anonymous) 2016-11-23 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
A/N: It's been so long since I've written fic, sorry if it's awkward. Thanks for the prompt. <3

*

The young man did not look at him. Gellert expected that. It amused him that even trying so hard to convince the court of the harmlessness of his creatures, he had looked at Ms. Goldstein and nowhere else, as though she was the only one in the room worth speaking to, as though she was the only one who might understand. Graves had been fond of Ms. Goldstein. Gellert could see something in her, a bit of pluck, he supposed, that might someday be put to good use. A young woman who cared too much, a man who saw some sort of value in a trunk full of ugly, absurd creatures: why would they not be drawn to one another?

He used the creatures against him, of course. No use in trying to exploit an uncertain bond when it was already clear how much Scamander loved his animals.

"They won't come to any harm," he reassured him, reaching out to touch his face, to hush him when he stumbled badly down to his knees, opening his mouth to stammer out another plea for their safety. Gellert forestalled him, tracing a thumb across his lips. "They're under my care now, Mr. Scamander, do you understand? And your cooperation helps them. It buys my goodwill." He brushed at some of the hair that fell over Scamander's forehead and said again, gently, "Do you understand?"

The young man blinked several times, rapidly, and nodded. His eyes were on Gellert's knee. He seemed frozen, strangely like a beast himself, like an animal caught in a trap, fearing and yearning towards the hand that reaches to free it. "I think I do. Yes."

"Good. Come here." His grip in Scamander's hair was firm, not painful.

The young man's face was feverish under the charming sprinkle of freckles, his lips stretched sweetly, taking his cock, his desperation evident in the way he worked himself up and down, swallowed him into the wet heat of his mouth over and over, as though--Gellert chuckled to himself, wondering, in his school days had he--? And then he thought again, had he, with--

Rage darkened in him, his fingers tightened on the nape of Scamander's neck, he held him down and thrust his hips cruelly until he felt and heard him choke. He wanted to use him, the sorry fool, wanted to see despair in his eyes which met his only in darting glances, wanted him to know that everything he loved was in Gellert's hands and he would use it to break him over and over if he dared think--dared think that Albus saw in him what he'd seen in Gellert--

But then he remembered Graves and let the rage cool, let his fingers loosen, murmured, "It's all right," and pushed his hands into Scamander's hair, Graves' strong, capable hands, his blunt fingernails light against the young man's scalp, his touch gentling as he felt him trembling. Was it fear? He never had seemed very afraid, not for himself, at least. Gellert stroked the nape of his neck as he sucked him and wondered how long he'd gone without the touch of another person, another human being. Men like him were so easy to hurt, there were a million things that could do it. Loneliness was enough. War was enough. His mind ran back over everything he'd read about him while he jerked his hips up steadily to fuck his mouth.

Scamander pulled back. Gellert let him, his hand resting loosely over his neck as his cock slid heavily from his mouth and Scamander bent gasping against his knee. "I know," Gellert told him, stroking a thumb across his jaw, speaking mindless comfort, "I know, it's almost too much, isn't it? It's been a long time for you, I think. But you do have a talent for it."

Scamander looked up. Careful, he told himself, as the young man met his eyes and held his gaze for a second or two longer than he had at any point before.

"Get up." He pulled Scamander to his feet and jerked the blue coat from his shoulders.

He magicked the chains around his wrists again before bending him forward over his desk. It was expedient, this way, and now Scamander could avoid his gaze all he wanted, could shut his eyes and bite back gasps at the blunt pressure that invaded his insides. Gellert pitied him enough to slick his cock before he took him, but that was all. He pinned Scamander by a hand on the nape of his neck and fucked him steadily and hard, enjoying the tight grip of his ass, the lithe and youthful body under his. A shame, really a shame that his execution would have to be ordered soon before something else happened to disrupt his plans, but maybe they'd have more time together before then. He ran a hand appreciatively over the young man's lean hip and the curve of his ass cheek, and in the back of his mind he decided Albus might be forgiven, after all, if he'd indulged in this.

He leaned into him as he came, his hand tightening at the nape of his neck, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. Scamander jerked under him once and then was still. His eyes were indeed closed, and his face was pale now rather than flushed. Gellert made sure he was finished before pulling out of him, giving a leisurely wave of his wand to magic the young man's clothes into place again. He didn't bother to clean him up. Let him go back to his cell with Gellert's seed dripping down his thighs; perhaps his friends would smell it on him. It calmed him somewhat to think of him stained and used.

He stepped back and watched Scamander takes several deep breaths before straightening himself upright. He could see the effort it cost him to turn and face him, to look him in the eye.

"My animals?"

Gellert nodded. "They'll be fine. For now." He smiled and brushed Scamander's cheek with his knuckles. "Let's revisit the question tomorrow."

*

This time, Tina and Jacob didn't leave him alone in his corner. They buttressed him, one on either side. Jacob blew out a breath as he sat back against the bars, his shoulder wedged firmly against Newt's. Tina curled her legs underneath her and rested a careful hand on his forearm. He'd thought his skin would not stop crawling, he'd thought he'd never want to be touched again. But this was--this was different. He felt himself relaxing fractionally, inifinitesimally.

Tina broke the silence, minutes or hours later. "He wasn't like this before," she said sadly.

"No," Newt answered her slowly, thinking of what he'd seen in Graves' eyes. "I really believe he wasn't."

Graves!Grindelwald/real!Graves - post-transformation noncon.

(Anonymous) 2016-11-23 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Take this into any fucked up direction you want.

Re: Fill

(Anonymous) 2016-11-23 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
This was beautiful and you are beautiful and I absolutely love you. I can't believe this is the first fic you've written in a while because it sure doesn't read like it. You got Newt down so well (no pun intended) and it was hot hot hot

Re: Newt/Jacob - weight gain 1/1

(Anonymous) 2016-11-23 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
A/N: I've never written anything like this before but this really piqued my interest anon, I hope you enjoy!

Jacob is good with people. He’s always known that. Animals? Not so much. But he’s learning.

Newt is good with animals. Everyone knows that. People? No. Honest to God, no. And he refuses to learn. It took a long time to convince him that it was worth magicking an oven into this clandestine zoo. Newt only agreed when he promised to bake treats for all the beasts: “Every single one of them,” he had said firmly, before launching into a rant about the dangers of favoritism.

So when Jacob presents him with a plate, a lovely croissant perched on top of it, Newt just wrinkles his nose and says “Well, I’m glad the oven works,” and then turns heel and walks off. And Jacob really shouldn’t have expected any different. But his face falls, anyway. He looks down at the croissant. It’s golden-brown, with the perfect amount of crunch no doubt. It’s perfect; why would Newt not want it?
He remembers why.

“Hey, English boy!” He hollers in his best authoritative voice. Newt stops in his tracks, shuffles around like he typically does before turning to look at him. He looks utterly confused.

“I believe the proper words are ‘thank you’,” he huffs, closing the distance between them. Newt steps back as if he’s holding a dynamite instead of a croissant.

“But I’m not hungry,” Newt stammers. Jacob shoves the plate at his abdomen, hoping to knock a few ribs for emphasis.

“’Thank. You,’” he repeats, poking the taller male with the plate. “You want to stop annoying people? Then eat the stuff they painstakingly baked for you, for chrissakes.”

“Thank you,” Newt says, his tone a poor imitation of gratitude, finally taking the plate. Satisfied, Jacob grins and walks off, straightening his vest and feeling a sense of accomplishment well up inside him.
It’s a start.

He’s been an observer of Newt’s poor eating habits for quite a while. The man eats next to nothing, preferring to rush meals so he can stay on schedule for feeding time (oh, the irony). He sneaks morsels into his breastpocket for his tiny plant. Sometimes he sulks for no reason, preferring not to eat at all.

Sometimes Jacob watches him as he sleeps, sees how his shirt rises up to reveal a pale sliver of skin. A jutting hipbone, the remnants of a light scar punctuating it further. Newt looks a lot smaller when he isn’t wearing four layers of coats, it seems. How he has the energy to lug around sacks of feed daily is a mystery to Jacob, but he’s concluded a long time ago that the only thing magical in that regard is Newt’s sheer devotion.

He decides he’s not going to let Newt keel over from starvation in his own suitcase.

So he bakes, and bakes, and bakes.

To his chagrin, Newt isn’t impressed with what was supposed to be his bestseller. The brunette reaches for the donut hesitantly when Jacob has him at platepoint. “I thought you were going to make treats for the animals,” Newt says.

“I am,” he replies, lying through his teeth. “I just needed you to taste it first.”

And Newt finally nibbles on the donut. “It’s sweet,” he says, looking surprised, and Jacob is incredulous. He almost wants to ask him if he’s never had a donut before. Do they not have donuts in Britain? Or do they have an unsweetened wizard version?

“Supposed to be,” Jacob says, keeping his tone as even as possible.

“The mooncalves will love it,” Newt says, excitement creeping into his voice. There’s a twinkle in his eye, now. Jacob knows he’s lost all of Newt’s attention at this point. “The grindylows, not so much, but perhaps Dougal…” And he’s rambling again, leaving the rest of his donut uneaten. Jacob curses inwardly.

He has better luck with scones. To his relief, Newt seems to like them even though he’s only made them once or twice before. “I miss having these at home,” he confesses as he pops two into his mouth. “They taste like the ones my mum used to bake.” He looks Jacob in the eye for once and says “Thank you, Jacob, these are amazing,” before eating four more in succession. Jacob’s head spins; it’s like a murtlap bite all over again, because he can’t figure out which is more astounding: Newt getting through a conversation without name-dropping some sort of creature or Newt eating more than he's ever seen him eat in one sitting.

Things change after that. He no longer has to corner Newt and push pastries into his dirt-streaked palms. Or lecture him on how to be a worthy conversationalist. They develop a pattern. Newt comes over un-beckoned whenever Jacob pulls the tray out of their magicked oven.
“And these are?” he says, rubbing his hands together and gazing longingly at Jacob's work.

“Lemon squares, auntie’s recipe.”

“Excellent.” Newt takes two squares at a time. Jacob smiles.

Sometimes, Newt doesn’t even come over. He uses a summon hex or whatever it’s called, and the creampuffs whizz off to whatever biome he’s tending to that day. And Jacob doesn’t mind. He’s flattered that his baking has been incorporated to Newt’s previously strict routine. Soon Newt takes to walking around with a Danish in his mouth rather than his wand, which is, well, it still makes his blood pressure rise but in a different way.


It starts to show eventually, and Jacob can’t say he’s unhappy with the change. Sure, Newt’s cheekbones are less pronounced, but he’s also less pale and far less jittery. Apparently the strangeness might’ve just been manifestations of a vitamin deficiency, Jacob thinks amusedly as he watches Newt struggle to put his coat on.

“It feels different,” Newt exhales as he wrestles with the fabric for a moment before giving up and dumping it on the ground. “Kind of – tight?” Jacob answers his questioning look with a shrug.

“It was getting kind of ragged, anyway.” He stares a little too long at the straining buttons on Newt’s vest. His trousers no longer look baggy, and when he turns around to shuck off his vest, Jacob lets his gaze wander and finds that Newt’s filled them out quite nicely.

He does a further study later that night, searching for the jut of hip at Newt’s side and finding only the softness and pale white scar. He can’t count Newt’s ribs anymore, but he can count the number of scones Newt is about to have as a midnight snack – he sets down the plate and Newt reaches for it in the dark, whispering “Thank you.”

“The pleasure is mine, pal,” he says, slipping into his own bed, and Jacob goes to sleep with nothing but ingredients on his mind and a new recipe for tomorrow.

Re: Fill

(Anonymous) 2016-11-23 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
OP here, that was everything I ever wanted and needed. Just know that I fanned myself a lot while reading this and am about to reread it 5 more times because it's that amazing. Are you posting this on AO3? Please say yes. Thank you so much!

Re: Fill

(Anonymous) 2016-11-23 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
♥ ♥ ♥ Amazing!

Newt/Gnarlak - blackmail, dubcon

(Anonymous) 2016-11-23 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Instead of a bowtruckle, Gnarlak asks for a sexual favor from Newt (what it is is up to you) in exchange for information. Bonus if Newt actually considers it a bargain since at least he doesn't have to give away any of his animals.

Re: Newt/Jacob - weight gain 1/1

(Anonymous) 2016-11-23 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
OP here! I'm also not typically into weight gaining, but I was trying to spice up the meme with a variety of prompts. And I'm so glad I did because this is fantastic. I love Jacob's worry for Newt and his happiness when he starts filling out. Too cute!

Newt/Beast(s)

(Anonymous) 2016-11-23 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Let's get this meme kinky. Bestiality!

Re: Newt/Beast(s)

(Anonymous) 2016-11-23 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
+2 I expected this to be prompted sooner tbh. This is exactly what this kinkmeme was made for.

Re: Fill

(Anonymous) 2016-11-23 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Ty for these kind words! I really enjoyed writing Newt, even just this glimpse of him.

Re: Fill

(Anonymous) 2016-11-23 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm so glad you liked it, OP! :D

Might be time to dust off that AO3 account I think I have. If I can remember the pw.

Re: Fill

(Anonymous) 2016-11-23 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you! <3

Re: Newt/Jacob - weight gain 1/1

(Anonymous) 2016-11-23 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
This is adorable, anon! I really love how you write Jacob and Newt.