fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #2

Grindelwald basically adopts Credence and takes him under his wing. He also keeps Graves as a house servant/sex slave.

Credence takes care of Graves behind Grindelwald's back and falls in love with him, occasionally taking care of his needs and ignoring his own pleasure for Percival's.

Yes??? yes??? yes!!!

Picquery's outfits. Newt's coat. Queenie's magic-tailored fashions. Graves's whole goddamn look. What this fandom needs is some fashion world AU, amirite?

I always want more ladies in general in fic, and more ladies in pairings (het, threesomes, or f/f, all good) in sexy fic, but I like m/m too and don't have any NOTPS.

this is my first fill here! i hope you don't mind a project runway au? it was the first thing i could think of when i saw this prompt :)

“Hi,” Newt says to the camera -- or rather, just beyond the camera, gazing somewhere around his interviewer’s left nostril. “I’m Newt Scamander, and I’m on Project Runway to spread awareness of animal rights and abuse in the fashion industry.” He folds his hands in his lap, clearly finished.

“Anything else you want to say about yourself?” the interviewer prompts. “Education, inspiration, design aesthetic...?”

“No.” Newt smiles sunnily. “I believe my designs will speak for themselves.”

* * *

The first challenge is a pairs challenge. Not even the usual, Show us your design aesthetic with an evening gown made from old parachutes, no. Right into avant-garde partnered mayhem. Tina’s been “randomly” paired with the odd squirrely one in the turquoise coat, Newt-something, and already she’s having trouble getting him to stay on task.

“We can’t use that silk,” Newt cries, posh accent probably carrying down the entire aisle at Mood. “It’s not sustainable! This one is much better, see?”

Tina nearly growls. This is the third fabric they’ve fought over, and she’s about ready to stop asking for his input altogether. “Newt. Your fabric is three times the cost per yard. Our budget is two hundred dollars. I think we need to sacrifice sustainability for not losing the first challenge.”

“But--”

“Newt!” Tina’s voice stops his arm mid-reach. “No.”

They buy the cheaper silk. Newt sulks the entire ride back to the workroom.

* * *

“Why am I here?” Percival Graves repeats. “I’m here because I’m the best. I want to elevate the modern woman, give her garments that make her feel refined, elegant. Superior. I want to bring her out of the shadows, and I believe the way to do that is with menswear.” He leans forward as the camera zooms in on his face, the gleam in his eyes almost predatory. “Menswear has lived in the shadows for too long.”

* * *

Her first runway is possibly the most terrifying moment of Tina’s life. On the one hand, she’s fairly confident that their design isn’t hideous. On the other hand -- this is it. She could be sent home on the very first challenge of Project Runway... she could be That Woman.

Even worse, right across the runway from her is Seraphina Picquery, Seraphina-fucking-Picquery, one of the most accomplished supermodels in the industry. Currently chewing on the end of her fountain pen and looking scornfully beautiful. (Tina might have a slight crush.)

She sits through the entire runway show with her hands clenched white-knuckled around the armrests of her chair. Newt, beside her, is almost vibrating. Despite their anxieties, nothing goes wrong mid-catwalk, and astonishingly, Tina-and-Newt are one of the four pairs called to stay for the top and bottom two. Even more astonishingly, they seem to be on top. Newt stands beside her slightly hunched, hands in his pockets, as Tina tries to breathe.

“Inspired,” Seraphina-fucking-Picquery breathes. Tina nearly swoons. “Whose idea were the--”

“Newt,” Tina interrupts, then flushes. “The wings were Newt’s idea. He also shaped them and did the dip-dye from beets.”

Impossibly, Newt seems to hunch into himself even further. “Tina chose the fabric and draped the whole bodice, though,” he murmurs, a far cry from the volume his voice had reached back at Mood. “If it were up to me, we would have gone over budget with the wings.”

Tina grins at him. He smiles back.

The don’t end up winning this challenge, but Tina goes into the next one with a friend at her back.

Re: FILL: Fashion AU (1/?)

(Anonymous) - 2017-01-06 16:32 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FILL: Fashion AU (1/?)

(Anonymous) - 2017-01-06 16:35 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FILL: Fashion AU (1/?)

(Anonymous) - 2017-01-06 18:06 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FILL: Fashion AU (1/?)

(Anonymous) - 2017-01-07 01:42 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FILL: Fashion AU (1/?)

(Anonymous) - 2017-01-07 05:03 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Gen? Any? FASHION

(Anonymous) - 2017-01-11 09:27 (UTC) - Expand

Same sort of idea the villian finds out that killing Newt would hurt both Theseus and Graves.

The villian even has Newt badly beaten and tortured but can't bring himself to order the killing blow becuse he's fallen in love, so he kidnaps Newt.

Instead of finding Newt Graves just finds his blood in the snow and his case close by,Theseus is convinced this coupled with the blood means his brother is dead.

Graves can't and won't belive it.

Newt is being held captive by the villian who is trying to woo him "Anything you want name it and it's yours"

It can be as dark as you want but Id like a happy ending.

Credence is afraid to use his safeword because he's sure that Mr. Graves will leave him if he does. One night, Graves asks Credence to do something Credence finds uncomfortable, and Credence starts crying in the middle of it. Graves stops to ask Credence if he's okay, and it all comes out. Cue lots of h/c and reminders that that's why they have a safeword, and of course Graves wouldn't leave Credence if he used it.

Can be Graves of Grindelgraves. Either way.

Credence had found Mister Graves in a trunk in his own house - the house that the other Mister Graves had brought him back to. He'd rescued him, and they had held onto each other for a few minutes before the aurors had arrived, and they had both been taken into custody.

Even MACUSA's prison cells had been nicer than the church Credence had spent his formative years in, so he did what he could while he was there, made the most of the situation he found himself in. He answered questions honestly, aside from when they asked about the nature of his relationship with Mister Grindelwald. Some things were private. He had been there for nearly a week when Mister Graves had come to release him. He'd moved in with Queenie and Tina, and he and Mister Graves started to spend some more time together.

Mister Graves, the real Mister Graves, had become Percival. Percival was severe when he needed to be, but when he wasn't working he could be surprisingly funny, surprisingly kind. Percival hated the amount that Mister Grindelwald had spoiled his house, so he was replacing all his furniture. Percival despised the scorpion collar bar that Mister Grindelwald wore. Percival wore simpler bars, studded with emeralds, and a matching pocket watch. Percival wore glasses for reading, and drank fine whisky, and started to teach Credence magic.

Credence had known his entire life that he was inverted, unnatural, wrong. But Percival was wrong in the same way, in a way that Credence couldn't dare to believe for a long time, until they kissed under the stars. It had been a whirlwind, but Credence knew all about being a storm, and Percival kissed like an angel.

Credence had never lain with a man before, wasn't entirely sure what it involved. Queenie had explained some of it, with gentle words, and Percival had taught him, with kisses and soft touches, and Credence found that he loved it. He loved every part of it. Especially waking up beside Percival, in the bed that they had bought together.

Today was a good day, one of many. Credence felt happier than he ever had felt before with this new life. He stretched, nuzzling into Percival's side, both of them lying naked in bed together. A long time ago, such a thing would have felt sinful. But now it felt right. Percival's hand ran down his side, resting on his hip, stroking the bare skin.
"You are beautiful." Percival chuckled. "Pancakes?"
"Pancakes." Credence agreed.

"Got two days off work." Percival reminded him. "Going to take good care of you Credence..."
Credence shivered in delight. There had been some wonderful moments when Percival told him that. Percival liked doing all kinds of things Credence would never have dreamed of, with his mouth and his hands and with other objects, with the gorgeous cock which fitted into Credence's mouth just right.

Percival was experienced with what he was doing, and liked being in control. He knew that Credence wasn't though, and had promised Credence that if he ever wanted something to stop, he just needed to say 'Scorpion'. Percival had laughed as he promised that would make it stop, that the reminder of that horrible jewellery would kill his mood, and that had eased Credence's concerns.

But he'd been enjoying everything that Percival had done. Every kiss, every touch, had felt amazing.

Percival reluctantly slipped away, giving him one final kiss before he went to the kitchen. Credence watched him leaving and sprawled out onto the bed, arms and legs spread out to cover the quilt. Percival returned with pancakes and sat down beside him, sharing the food. He fed Credence, slicing up the pancake and holding out each segment on his fork. Credence leaned in to eat it, keeping eye contact with Percival.

"I've got some plans for this weekend beautiful." Percival smiled, and he stroked a hand down Credence's body. "Assuming you want to."
"I want it." Credence agreed, and let Percival guide his hands up above his head, gripping the headrest. Percival's wand tapped against his wrist, and soft ropes wrapped around his wrists, holding him in place.

Another tap of the wand, and a blindfold covered his eyes. He shivered at the sensation, feeling Percival gently pressing kisses across his throat. He shuddered slightly. The ropes were soft against his skin, and Percival was right there. It wasn't Mister Grindelwald who was doing it. He was never this gentle.

He tensed, feeling Mister Graves running his hands over his chest, leaning in to lick at his nipple. He whimpered, and bit his lip to make himself stay quiet. Mister Graves didn't like him to cry, wanted him to be quiet as he took him in the alleyway, in the bedroom or in the kitchen. He tried not to let tears fall as the brush of Mister Graves' lips drifted lower, across his stomach and to his hips.

He couldn't stop his tears as his legs were manoeuvred apart, straining against the rope imprisoning him. He had to get out of here. He swallowed, refusing to let himself make a noise. A life time with Ma had taught him to be quiet no matter how badly he was hurting. Mister Graves shouldn't have to deal with how weak he was.

"Credence?" Mister Graves asked softly, and his hand rested on Credence's shoulder, surprisingly gentle. "Is something wrong?"
Credence shook his head, a sob escaping him. He bit his lip, ashamed that he had cried.
"Credence..." The ropes around his hands were loosened, the blindfold removed, and he looked up to see Percival looking down at him. "What happened?"
"Sorry." Credence bowed his head, feeling ashamed. He was meant to be able to cope with this. "I... didn't like not being able to see you. My thoughts... my thoughts started to go somewhere else..."
"Oh Credence..." Percival moved, laying down beside him and wrapping his arms around him, cuddling Credence to his chest.

"That's why you've... it's not your fault, it's okay, I'm glad I realised it." He said simply. Credence clung to him, shaking a little.
“You know you can tell me to stop, at any time, and I will. I’d never hurt you.” Percival said softly, and Credence nodded.
“I know you wouldn’t hurt me. I know it. But …”
Percival gazed at him softly, worried. He waited, and Credence shook his head, then swallowed.
“I was afraid.” He murmured. “I was afraid you wouldn’t…want me anymore. That I’d be worthless.”

“My poor boy…” Percival murmured, his hand resting on Credence’s hip. “You can always say no. For anything, anything at all, and I will listen. And I won’t mind. If you can’t face doing something, or it feels uncomfortable, you can tell me to stop. That’s why we’ve got… that’s why you chose a word to stop it…”

Credence nodded, reaching for Percival’s hand and squeezing gently.
“Can you tell me what worried you?” Percival asked gently.
“It..” Credence paused, gazing into Percival’s eyes. He could see only love there. “It reminded me of the other Mister Graves.”
“He… he hurt you?” Percival asked, and Credence nodded, blinking back tears. Percival held him close, and Credence felt his fear recede.

“I didn’t want you to think I wasn’t…” Credence shrugged. “Pure.”
“You’re the purest man I have ever met.” Percival smiled. “And if I got the chance, I would kill him for what he did to you. You deserved better, and I’m… I’m honoured I’ve got you now.”

Credence nodded, reaching for Percival’s hand.
“Can we go for a walk today?”
“Of course.” Percival smiled. “Hot dog for lunch?”
Credence nodded, and kissed him softly, his earlier fear fading. He couldn’t see how he had ever got his Percival confused with Mister Grindelwald.

Percival returned the kiss, and Credence felt a sudden moment of bravery.
“Scorpion.” He whispered against Percival’s lips. Percival smiled and backed away. Credence leaned in after him to kiss him gently.
“I just wanted to prove I can do it.”
“You did well.” Percival promised. “Now, come on, Credence. Hot dog.”
(AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9545582)

Re: Fill: Scorpion to Stop

(Anonymous) - 2017-02-06 21:58 (UTC) - Expand

Percival works for the CIA and is tasked with a joint mission with MI6 to dismantle Grindelwad’s criminal empire.

When he meets the 00' agent assigned to this mission… Newt… is last thing he envisioned. This tall, lanky, and socially awkward man with unruly red hair…. is a 00’ agent? Newt also brought his pet platypus/squirrel thing with him… Percival can’t help but feel disappointed.

On the first mission, things go bad. Percival is now sporting a large injury and he himself is all out of bullets. Percival knows a hopeless situation when he sees one and is readying himself for inevitable.

Of course, his partner isn’t going to let that happen and comes to his rescue. When Percival finally sees Newt, he can’t tell if he’s hallucinating from blood loss because this cannot be the same man.

Newt appears to him in a well tailored suit with his unruly hair is neatly pushed back. Its like the man’s personality did a 180, because instead of the awkward shyness Newt's is now just radiating with confidence.

Newt sees Percival staring at him and gives him a flirtatious smirk, and it makes Percival’s heart pound.

After its over and they are safe, Newt goes back to being the shy awkward man he met on the first day. Percival is very confused by this but soon comes to like Newt’s shy personality also.

Soon Percival realizes his dilemma, because he is questioning which man he’s actually attracted to, the deadly agent or the shy animal enthusiast. Heck, which one is even the real Newt?

Need this like air.

"Newt also brought his pet platypus/squirrel thing with him" LOL!

Re: James Bond 007 AU: Real Percival and Newt

(Anonymous) - 2017-01-03 23:25 (UTC) - Expand

The first meeting of Percival Graves and Newt Scamander left both of them feeling as though they'd been struck by lightening - a spontaneous magical bond had grounded itself in their souls the first time they made eye contact.

Said bonds are very, VERY rare - and are typically regarded as marriage bonds.

Newt and Graves have just spontaneously (and unintentionally) gotten married.

I am here for this!!

Re: Original!Graves/Newt - Spontaneous Magical Marriage

(Anonymous) - 2017-01-03 02:24 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Original!Graves/Newt - Spontaneous Magical Marriage

(Anonymous) - 2017-01-03 06:09 (UTC) - Expand

Newt tops.

Credence accidentally gets overwhelmed while fucking Graves and goes out of control. When Graves tells him to stop, he only gets rougher.

When it's over he cries and apologizes, begging for forgiveness. Graves can't bring himself to stay angry so he does forgive him.

+ Graves cries
+ Credence is stronger than he looks

It had taken them a long time to get here. Here being naked in bed together. They both had healing to do after Grindelwald and then awkwardly navigating their feelings and finally overcoming the no-maj prejudices Credence’s adoptive mother had filled his head with.

But here they were, Percival splayed out on the bed with Credence between his legs. He’d used a quick spell to stretch and slick himself up. He could show Credence how to do that some other time. Right now, he was trying to make sure Credence really wanted to do this.

Looking down Percival noted he certainly was hard enough. Credence was tall, taller than Percival and other aspects of his anatomy were certainly to scale.

“What… what do I do now?”

Percival smiled reassuringly at his lover. “I’m already prepared so you just slip right in. I can help guide you if you want.”

Credence shook his head and took hold of himself. With a look of complete concentration he pressed into Percival until the head of his erection slipped past the ring of muscles. He gasped and his hips snapped forwards, burying himself to the hilt.

Percival winced a little, but he had expected a bit of discomfort. It had been a long time since he’d had a lover.

“N-now what?”

“Wait a moment, let me adjust and then you can start moving.”

Percival forced himself to relax around Credence, feeling the younger man strain to remain still. When the sting had faded he wrapped his legs around Credence and shifted his hips, drawing a gasp from his young lover.

“Ok, love, you can move now.”

The thrusts were awkward and hesitant at first but they still felt wonderful to Percival as the blissfully large erection filled and stretched him, rubbing against his prostate with every thrust. Credence started to gain confidence and his thrusts grew more steady, more powerful. It was glorious, Percival had almost forgotten how much he enjoyed being fucked.

Credence reared up on his knees, pulled Percival’s legs from around him and hooking his arms under his knees as he thrust harder. A little too hard.

“S-slow down, love.”

But he didn’t. If anything he kept moving faster, pushing deeping and harder and it was starting to hurt.

“C-credence, please, slow down…”

His erection was flagging with the spikes of pain He tried to hold Credence still for a moment but the younger man was stronger than he was. Suddenly the erection inside of him was gone and he was being flipped onto his stomach. Then he was breached again, hard and fast and painful. Credence gripped his hips hard enough to bruise, hard enough he could feel his bones creaking.

“Credence, s-stop!”

The pounding got harder, he felt something tear inside and he couldn’t hold back a cry of pain. This was… this hurt, in every way. A sob bubbled up in his chest and he couldn’t stop the tears from falling. Credence didn’t notice, slamming into him over and over.

“P-please… please stop…”

It was useless. Credence was lost in pleasure and kept thrusting. But eventually thost thrusts grew erratic and eventually Credence slammed inside one last time. It burned inside Percival, drawing another broken cry of pain from him and another sob when Credence pulled out without any care.

The younger man flopped down beside him, breathing hard. “Oh, Percival, that was… that was amazing.”

Percival let out another sob and felt Credence tense beside him. “Percival?”

The bed shifted and a hand touched his back, he flinched away.

“Percival! What… I… I hurt you. Oh, God, I hurt you.”

Percival forced himself to roll over so he could see Credence. The younger man was pale, eyes filled with tears. Looking down, he saw blood on his swiftly softening cock. Credence followed his gaze and let out a horrified cry, tears flowing freely.

“Oh, God, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t… I don’t…”

Part of Percival wanted to run away. Far away and never come back. But a larger part of him loved Credence. Loved him enough to forgive him this. But when the younger man reached out for him again he couldn’t stop the flinch and the shock of fear that ran through him. Credence pulled back as if he’d been burned. He levered himself painfully and tried to rub the lingering tears out of his eyes. Looking down at himself he saw a myriad of bruises on his hips, his thighs, he could only imagine the mess between his legs.

“I… it’s not ok. I’m not ok. What happened, Credence?”

“I don’t know. It felt really good and I think you said something but I couldn’t hear what and then it felt amazing and it was over and you were hurt… I hurt you…”

Percival sighed. He suddenly didn’t want to be alone. He reached out and pulled Credence to him, only flinching a little when the younger man wrapped him in his arms. He allowed himself to be pulled back down on the bed. He was too tired to talk any more. He just wanted to sleep and deal with this mess in the morning.

He didn’t know if they would get past this, but he was willing to try.

Re: FILL: Please, Stop

(Anonymous) - 2017-03-26 16:43 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FILL: Please, Stop

(Anonymous) - 2017-06-05 12:46 (UTC) - Expand

(ABO-AU w/ original Graves)

Newt Scamander, unclaimed omega, has gotten in trouble with the law for his magical beasts one too many times. Now he's been ordered to find a mate or he'll get assigned one by the court.

Theseus wants his brother to end up with someone who'll take care of him, so he reaches out to his old friend Graves to ask a favor.

extras:
-Newt feeling insecure since Graves is only mating with him as a favor for his brother
-Graves falls in love with both Newt and his suitecase full of beasts

yeeeeeeeEEEEESSSS *continues into high pitched squeaking*

Re: Newt/Graves ABO

(Anonymous) - 2017-01-03 23:26 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Newt/Graves ABO

(Anonymous) - 2017-01-04 03:33 (UTC) - Expand

Graves was raped ages before the movie. The man who did it is locked up. Grindelwald never raped Graves. He may have flirted with him, stroked his cheek, ran his fingers through Graves' hair and been very creepy, but he never raped him. However, after being arrested, Grindelwald is put in the same cell as Graves' rapist. Said rapist brags about how he was the first to show the Director what pain and fear are. Grindelwald slowly tortures his cellmate to death before escaping. When Graves finds out, he's not sure how he feels.

Hannibal and Miggs?

Re: Graves/Grindelwald, Graves/Other- Bragging, angst, hc, past non/dubcon

(Anonymous) - 2019-03-23 01:48 (UTC) - Expand

Was listening to Rock Bottom by Hailee Steinwell (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=liwCttfeJ7E) and it gave me a fantastic prompt. I was picturing it as a modern au, definitely, and possibly as a nonmagic au--but it can be magic or non-magic up to you. Newt was also a girl in this? Possibly because of Hailee's awesome vocals--good either way though, and any way you want to go with that.

In 2017, Percival Graves received an urgent email from his good friend Theseus Scamander, asking if his younger sibling Newton could stay with Graves a few days while she was in New York presenting at a (magi)zoology conference. Graves, who hasn't seen Newt in years, but remembers them as a sweet kid agrees. When he picks Newt at the airport/portkey station, though, he finds that, holy hell, Newt is incredibly hot now. And now he can see why Theseus was so worried about Newt staying on their own or with friends, because they got into trouble when they were a kid! Imagine how much trouble will find them now that they're all grown up and stunning!

Unbeknownst to Percival, Newt's friends Jacob and Tina (one of Graves' detectives/aurors no less) have planned a bar crawl to celebrate their presentation. Percival only finds this out as he's leaving work and receiving a text from Newt with a picture of Jacob, Tina, Queenie and half his freaking squad at some bar, saying, "Having a great time! Come and join us when you can!" And the address of the next bar they're going to. When he gets there, Newt tricks him into singing karaoke and then somehow talks him into bar hopping with the rest of them. And some how by the end of it they end up together, with Graves pausing the romance just until both are sober.

+ Newt was trying to seduce Graves this whole time.
++ Tina and Queenie and the aurors/detectives offering advice on how to get Graves with Newt
+++ Theseus, meanwhile gets a picture of Newt and Graves kissing, and hops the next redeye flight/portkey to New York to kill his friend.

Every year after the movie, Grindelwald sends Graves a birthday gift. They're always highly personal. Underwear, cologne, a sex toy, etc. But they're things he knows Graves would buy for himself. Grindelwald never signs the gifts. He knows Graves would incinerate them. But he gets off on Percival wearing and using things he got for him.

Graves needs to go undercover as a stripper in a seedy bar. One night, Gellert Grindelwald visits while Graves is ...ahem, performing. Graves is disguised, but can't help feeling Grindelwald knows it's him. He also can't stop or he'll risk blowing his cover. Things get worse when Grindelwald signals for him to come over and give him a lapdance...

Bonus if Grindelwald slips money into Graves' underwear.

yes to this +1000

Graves seems a buttoned up sort, and it is the 1920s. As such he believes sex is a thing best shared missionary style between a man and woman on their wedding night. Preferably in the pursuit of children.

Which makes it doubly distressing when Grindelwald eats his ass then does all manner of filthy things to him before filling him up with his come. Then fingers the come out of Graves and feeds it to him.

Hoo boy, this is a dark one! Hope you enjoy, OP

-----

Sex is an act that should only happen between a man and a woman, and only in the pursuit of children – is a principle that Percival Graves follows.

His father had told him since he was young, “You must marry a modest young pureblooded witch and produce formidable offspring to carry on our family name.” This is one of the many things that has affected the way Percival views sexual relations. It inevitably comes as a disappointment to his family when, at age 40, Percival is still unable to find a suitable wife. But Percival himself doesn’t mind.

Work is his entire life. He devotes himself to Magical Law Enforcement and has little time to entertain himself with the idea of lovers.

When he hears about Grindelwald’s terrorism in Europe, he doesn’t think for a second that the dark wizard would even step foot in America, let alone New York city. But when he’s kidnapped by Grindelwald he realizes, where else would a dark wizard invade but the city that is home to MACUSA’s headquarters?

“You’re quite a powerful man, aren’t you, Mr. Graves?” Grindelwald asks as he toys with Percival’s wand while strolling around the room he keeps his prisoner in. Percival is at least thankful that he gets a bed. “I’ve held you captive for almost two weeks yet you remain determined and tenacious.”

“They’ll realize what you really are and they’ll come for me,” Graves snaps.

“I highly doubt that. In fact, I don’t even think your precious President can tell the difference and you’ve worked for her for almost half of your life,” Grindelwald says nonchalantly.

Percival frowns. Was it true? Had no one been able to tell the difference? Or is Grindelwald toying with him? He can feel a headache coming along.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Ah, as stubborn as always,” Grindelwald murmurs low. “Believe what you will, Mr. Graves but I’ll see to it that you break by the end of the night.”

‘Break’? Percival thinks. What does he mean by –

All of a sudden, Percival is flipped over. The enchanted rope around his wrists squeeze tighter, burning his skin. He starts to panic, but doesn’t let it get the better of him. Cursing, Percival kicks his legs and thrashes. He can hear Grindelwald laugh, a sound so villainous it almost seems cartoonish.

“Stay still, Director. You’re only making this harder on yourself,” Grindelwald says as he pulls Percival’s trousers down. When the fabric drags across his skin he lets out a stuttered exhale, skin blossoming in goose bumps as it resists the cold air.

He doesn’t like where this is going. Nobody but his mother has seen his bare body and it kills him that Grindelwald probably knows this too. After the dark wizard had gone through his memories in order to present his best Percival Graves impression, it’s no telling what the man knows about him.

“What are you doing?” Percival hisses.

“We both know what I’m doing,” Grindelwald says calmly, his actions contradicting his tone as he aggressively throws Percival’s pants across the room. He places each hand on Percival’s ass, palms rotating, slowly and agonizingly pulling his cheeks apart. Percival trembles, clenching his muscles as tight as he can.

“No, no, it shouldn’t be like this,” Percival shakes his head and thrashes some more. “This is wrong.”

Grindelwald ignores Percival’s incessant mumbling and presses his thumb against his hole, rubbing hard. Percival’s trembling becomes violent and he tries to shake the other man off. Grindelwald responds by pushing inside while squeezing one of Percival’s arse cheeks with his other hand. He moves to face Percival’s entrance directly, nose so close that the thin hairs on Percival’s skin rise.

“Untouched and untainted…” Grindelwald whispers, breath hot against his exposed skin. “Nobody has ever touched – or even seen you like this. I feel ever so honored, Percival.”

The gravity of the situation hits Percival and he begins to panic. His breaths come out short and fast and he realizes he’s hyperventilating. The trembling turns to squirming when Grindelwald angles his head, nose pressing against Percival’s inner thigh. The dampness of his breath fills Percival with worry and he yelps when he feels a kiss pressed to his hole. After a few more kisses, Grindelwald flicks his tongue against his opening. Percival despises how slow and patient Grindelwald is acting.

“Oh god,” Percival shudders, squeezing his eyes shut, determined not to let this break him.

It starts to become more aggressive. Grindelwald thrusts his tongue inside, running his teeth along Percival’s skin as he does so. The shudders and shivers and trembles come to Percival in waves. Saliva coats his entire backside, trailing down his thighs and Percival feels used. He pushes his forehead hard against the bedding, willing himself to ignore this entire situation.

Grindelwald’s thrusting slows down and he pulls his tongue out, languidly licks Percival’s hole and then peppers kisses across his arse.

“We’re only just getting started,” Grindelwald says in a low voice. “Turn over, Director. Of course if you don’t I can simply force you to.”

Percival begrudgingly turns over, heart hammering inside of his chest, fearful of what Grindelwald will do next. He doesn’t think he’s ever been so distressed.

“Your ignorance will get you nowhere, Percival,” Grindelwald asserts. He unbuttons what’s left of Percival’s dress shirt and slides his hands along Percival’s waist. “I’ve seen inside that mind of yours. Your perception of sex is so conservative – which is to be expected out of a man as stiff as you. Think of this moment as… educational.”

With a flick of his hand and a subtle curl of his fingers, Grindelwald forces Graves’ hands above his head, using the rope to tie them to the bed frame. Percival twists and turns his body in a pathetic attempt to push Grindelwald away. “This isn’t proper – this isn’t how it’s supposed to be,” he says, losing track of how many times he’s said those exact words.

“Hush, Director.”

Grindelwald inches his way up along Percival’s body, molesting and kissing him in certain spots as he goes. He stops at his chest and latches his mouth on Percival’s left nipple, lazily dragging his hand along his body and then teasing his other nipple with it. Percival lets out an involuntary moan and snaps his mouth shut once he catches himself. Grindelwald chuckles and then bites, pulling and gnawing until it’s bright red and swollen. He lewdly licks around the area. The sounds he’s making, the sound of his wet tongue against Percival’s flushed skin, pains Percival. He’s ashamed, embarrassed at what Grindelwald is putting him through – arousal from the chest, something only a woman should experience.

Percival inhales deeply, wide eyes threatening to moisten when he realizes his body is reacting to Grindelwald’s forceful assault. Grindelwald smiles when he notices and kisses Percival’s neck while running his hands all over his body, grabbing at Percival’s thighs and pinching at his arse. Percival’s muscles tense in response.

“I think that’s enough foreplay,” Grindelwald says, removing his hands from Percival’s body. He unbuckles his own trousers and Percival stills when he catches sight of Grindelwald’s cock. It’s then that he realizes Grindelwald has been fully dressed this entire time while Percival is as naked as the day he was born. The humility and shame grows as he comes to understand the extent of his vulnerability.

“You don’t have to do this,” Percival tries not to sound like he’s begging. He folds his legs, bringing them into his body as if it would prevent Grindelwald from getting closer.

“Oh, but I do. You see,” Grindelwald says, gripping Percival’s legs as the tip of his cock hovers over his prisoner’s entrance. Percival’s pulse beats faster. “I’ve pleasured you and now it is your turn to pleasure me.”

“Nothing you did was pleasurable.”

Grindelwald’s expression changes and he grasps Percival’s erection, hard. Percival lurches forward. “Your body seems to disagree with you, Mr. Graves.”

Percival’s response is cut off by a scream when Grindelwald breaches him. He finds himself relieved because his hole was lubricated, to some extent, by the saliva.

He feels queasy, limbs frozen and he’s only vaguely aware of what’s happening to him. Grindelwald tears him open, thrusting into him at an unforgiving pace. Every single small movement sends shockwaves up Percival’s spine. Percival groans, trying to kick his way out of Grindelwald’s hands.

His eyes are heavy-lidded and he can make out a blurry outline of Grindelwald, face twisted in pleasure as he drills into Percival. It’s at this moment that he’s reminded of what his father told him. He closes his eyes and hangs his head. His father would be so ashamed of him. His very own son, taken advantage of in the worst way possible.

Grindelwald holds Percival’s hips tighter, pulling out and then plunging back in with a moan of pleasure. Percival doesn’t know how long it’s been but it feels like an eternity. Grindelwald starts thrusting harder, nearly slicing into Percival’s body, his grip crushing and his nails piercing into Percival’s skin.

The man holds an aura of confidence and superiority as he violates Percival to the very end. His mouth opens, a shuddering exhale escapes as he hits his climax. Hot, viscous fluid shoots deep into Percival’s body and Percival gags.

When Grindelwald pulls out, his come leaks out of Percival’s body, trickling down his thighs thickly. Percival winces, with the heightened sensitivity of his body in this state, every drop feels exaggeratedly slow.

“What a sight to see,” Grindelwald says as he steps back to admire his handiwork. He slips two fingers into Percival’s come-filled entrance and smears them against Percival’s lips. Percival throws his head to the side and gags once more. The smell and sensation overwhelms him.

“Open your mouth,” Grindelwald commands. Percival doesn’t obey so Grindelwald takes it upon himself to shove his fingers into Percival’s mouth violently. He scowls at the taste and recoils but Grindelwald drives his fingers deeper, nails scraping the roof of Graves’ mouth. It’s thick and bitter and Percival is close to throwing up. “Swallow it down, Percival.”

And he does, because he doesn’t have a choice.

He feels violated, humiliated, and ashamed. Everything he thought he knew about sex had been defiled by this vile man. His heart skips a beat as Grindelwald repeats the process, cleaning his entire hole of come and feeding it to him instead. No matter how many times he twitches or flinches, Grindelwald doesn’t stop.

By the time it's over, Percival is a sobbing mess – eyes swollen and red, his face stained with tears. His mouth is slack and open, dried come crackles at the sides of his engorged lips.

“Perfect,” Grindelwald trails a sticky finger down Percival’s jaw and neck. “This is exactly how I wanted you.”

Re: Fill: Graves/Grindelwald, Graves is a prude (TW: Non-Con)

(Anonymous) - 2017-01-03 22:52 (UTC) - Expand

Every witch and wizard has a soulmate. After he/she has found his/her soulmate, every moment they're not getting along makes things just a little bit less happy. Dumbledore and Grindelwald are each other's soulmates. By the time Fantastic Beasts comes around, both are absolutely miserable. For Dumbledore, this comes out as being a less-than fun professor who sometimes docks points for stupid things like not having brushed your hair before class. For Grindelwald, this comes out as killing people and trying to take over the world.

By 1945, people have had enough. A group of Dumbledore's students get together and hunt down Grindelwald to beg him to talk to Dumbledore and try to patch things up. A group of Grindelwald's victims and their families go to Dumbledore to patch things up. The great duel happens. Somehow, there is a moderately happy ending (possibly an au).

I've seen numerous prompts with Tina going to Graves to convince him to reinstate her and all sorts of sexy shenanigans taking place but Seraphina's the one who demoted her. Seraphina is also the only one Tina doesn't argue with immediately.

So let's see Tina trying to convince Madam President to reinstate her.

I like the cut of your jib, anon.

Take note that we will be freezing the round temporarily on January 4, 12:00 AM (PST), for one week. The round will re-open on January 11, 12:00 AM (PST). This is to encourage people to fill prompts and leave comments on fills.

Note: Any prompts posted during the freeze WILL be screened. Thank you.

no one's prompted this yet which is unfortunate because I've been thinking about it a lot! like, they all share an apartment, and Jacob and Credence and Queenie all work in the bakery and Tina and Percival (and Newt) all work at MACUSA and they all come together at the end of the day and hang out and cuddle and talk and eat and laugh, listening to music, dancing, cuddling, cooking, its a big happy family and they love each other and its so warm and healthy and I love them, I love them and I want them to be happy and poly together please. please. it doesn't need backstory I just want domestic family poly fluff, p l e a s e.

This sounds great! Especially the shippy variation, I love polyfic.

Grindelwald has incredible stamina. After being fucked roughly for the fifth time in one night, Graves needs to beg for a rest. Grindelwald gives it to him, but decides cuddling and pillow talk are appropriate substitutes. Graves just wants to be left alone.

Seconded!

Re: Graves/Grindelwald - Please, angst, hc noncon

(Anonymous) - 2017-01-03 19:38 (UTC) - Expand

There is a reason Newt never drinks alcohol. He has an extremely low tolerance for the stuff.

Too bad Graves' senior aurors do not know that and their plan to loosen up the quiet magizoologist by spiking his drink with alcohol blows up in the most spectacular fashion. Newt with inhibitions gone is sin on two legs and they have to beat off unwanted suitors left and right before their boss gets wind of it.

Percival Graves knows something is up with his underlings. He never would have thought though what he would walk in on when he got calle to a bar. Theseus was going to kill him. Right after he kills his senior aurors.

Newt is pretty embarrassed the next morning. He did get to cuddle with his crush though. And his frienda *do* apologise afterwards.

+ Graves' senior aurors genuinely like him. They thought they were doing him a favor. Tina is the unheard voice of reason.

WANT!!! :D

Re: Graves/Newt, protective!Graves, uninhibited!Newt

(Anonymous) - 2017-01-03 13:12 (UTC) - Expand

Theseus has always been an affectionate and tactile brother.

Newt's always been somewhat uncomfortable with it, but he's uncomfortable with most things and has just assumed this is how brothers work.

Graves knows otherwise.

Theseus watches Newt far too keenly.
Theseus holds Newt closer than he should.
Theseus' touch always lingers a beat too long, fingers reaching for what they shouldn't.

Graves knows otherwise, and intends to intervene.

Mmmmm, yessss. Especially with Graves as the rescuer for once.

Re: Theseus/Newt (one-sided) + Graves - Creeper!Theseus (optional Graves/Newt)

(Anonymous) - 2017-01-04 22:38 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Theseus/Newt (one-sided) + Graves - Creeper!Theseus (optional Graves/Newt)

(Anonymous) - 2017-01-07 04:19 (UTC) - Expand

So, since we all know that graves' wand (his actual one, in this case) is longer than all the others from the movie, and is described as rather 'heavy', too, it's not a kink meme unless we make use of that information!

Anyway, graves has a big cock, credence loves it and there's a lot of preparation to work him up to take it. rimming, fingering, etc. this could be their first time or not. Hell, just give me lots of dirty talk of how big graves feels inside credence, almost-crying crying overstimulated credence and just general nastiness, and I'll be happy in my corner of hell.

Here on AO3 <3

Despite being the hardest of hard-asses at work, once Graves is home with his lover he becomes a giant goofball and love bug. like super cheesy but sweet romantic gestures, or corny pick-up lines.

No one at work can possibly believe that their Mr. Graves could possibly be anything but 100% serious until Graves' lover visits him at work.

°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

YES, PLEASE <3

Newt somehow finds his way into the realm of monsters. He proceeds to fanboy over everything.

+1 - Newt and Tamatoa interaction: Tamatoa is suspicious considering the last human that showed up and acted interested robbed him, but soon comes to realise Newt is honestly fascinated by every part of him.

Newt Scamander stared down into the blue glow of the open not-volcano, reveling in the racing of his pulse.

"Just jump," the islander witch had said. "It's exhilarating and it won't be the thing that kills you."

"Oh," Newt had absently responded, "What will?" He'd already forgotten what his question had meant. The word kill had flown out his other ear while his brain had relished the words "monsters" and "nightmare beasts" and "creatures not of our world".

Tamatoa.

His imagination had kindled at the description of the gigantic crustacean -- and his case had rattled at the description of his collection.

Which was why his case was nested safely in his boat. "Observation first," he murmured. In a louder voice he said, "You two will take care of me, won't you?"

A squeaky sigh from Pickett, as if to say "you'd be lost without me", and an inaudible pulse from Swooping Evil were his responses.

Right then. Just jump.

It was like traveling by floo powder and flying at top speed all while watching a watery reflection of a Phoenix's mating dance. Though his eyes stung, not even an Imperius could have made him close his eyes.

"Eep!" Pickett seemed less excited, however. Newt gently covered him with his left hand while his right tightened its grip on his wand.

Splash! Bam! The next moments were a chaotic whirl of water, marine life, colors, and impact. The wizard was slightly winded by his landing, but...

His respiration stopped completely at the sights before him. If he'd covered the contents of Jacob's bakery in every color of paint imaginable, it might have looked something like this. He drew a slow breath between quivering lips as creatures that looked like legged masks stalked around him.

"Squee!" A most unwizardly sound squeezed out from between his upper teeth and lower lip as his eyes and body danced and twirled, trying to take in everything at once.

Cover. He should make himself a blind to observe them all and all of their behavior. And he should prepare his camera -- he hadn't left that in his case, had he? And he should spell his quill to--

"Squee!"

That wasn't him.

"Squeeeeeeee!" A gleeful squeal trailed behind a sprinting gray form.

"Merlin's beard! Not again!" Newt chased the Niffler across the demented seascape and around beasts for whom he could only spare wistful glances. "Dragon pox," he cursed himself for still having lock repair on his list of things he'd get around to doing eventually.

"What is this thing!?" An indignant voice cried. "Get off my treasure!" The aggrieved cry was punctuated by an ominous clash.

"Please don't hurt him!" Newt pleaded as he burst on the scene. "He can't... help... himself..."

Shiny. Big, golden, glorious, and shiny.

"Speechless?" A crab that would have shamed a dragon in its size and... glitter.... turned its eye stalks toward him. "Of course you a--- Human!" The greedy Niffler clutched a crown for dear life as what could only be Tamatoa turned to face the other interloper. "Thief!"

"Magizoologist, actually. Newt Scamander," the wizard introduced himself absently as he mentally measured the beast and catalogued his features. "That Niffler, on the other hand..."

"Niffler?" The incongruous civility bemused Tamatoa. "Magizoo... Oh, I see. You're a student of fantastical creatures who has recklessly thrown himself into a chasm of otherworldly beings in order to document my unmitigated majesty?"

"Exactly." Newt magicked out his quill and journal. "Tamatoa, I presume?" He would never have thought a crustacean could put a pureblood to shame for haughtiness. But then again, this marvelous creature had more right to it. He spelled his quill, but it hovered motionless.

"What?" Tamatoa asked as he casually grasped the Niffler in a pincer and tossed him to the wizard.

"Oof!" Aim, apparently, was not one of the monster's attributes. "Words... cannot do you justice," Newt enthused as he tucked his naughty companion firmly in the crook of his left arm.

"Oh, but they can!" the giant crab gushed. "If they're set to--" He struck a pose. "Music!"

The magizoologist, sank to the floor, eyes round and ears perked as he listened, enthralled. His quill scratched counterpoint and he shook the gold out of the Niffler's pocket in time to the beat. Said thieving creature also seemed enchanted into stillness by the mesmerizing dance of gold and bioluminescence.

"Shiny! 🎵" Wizard and worldly creatures clapped together as the last note was absorbed by the waves overhead. "What is that?" Tamatoa asked, confusedly dropping his magnificent pose. "What are you doing?"

"It's called applause." Newt got to his feet and clapped harder, not caring about the stinging of his hands.

"Oh, you mean a physical display of approbation of my performance? Why... I..." The monster sniffed.

"I'm sorry!" The wizard rushed toward the dazzling creature. "I didn't mean to--"

"No one's ever stayed to appreciate my song before." Tamatoa reached out a claw to touch Newt's unwittingly outstretched hand. "Well, I did try to eat them, but still."

"Humans are the rudest animals."

Tamatoa nodded. "You'll stay? Hear another song?" He paused as a random cascade of fish poured down. "Eat some seafood?" He asked almost incomprehensibly around his mouthful.

"You don't mind!?" Newt definitely did not squeal... Nor did he flail like a schoolgirl. "No, wait."

"No?"

"I'll be right back! I've got to get my camera!" The wizard said hurriedly as he gathered his Niffler and his things. "And my phonograph!" He called back as Swooping Evil assisted them out.

"Don't be long!" Tamatoa sang, waving a claw after them. "Ah, he loves me."

....

"What's a phonograph?"

Re: Fill: The Brightest Thing That Glitters - OP

(Anonymous) - 2017-01-19 13:11 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Fill: The Brightest Thing That Glitters - OP

(Anonymous) - 2017-01-19 21:21 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Fill: The Brightest Thing That Glitters

(Anonymous) - 2017-01-19 15:37 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Fill: The Brightest Thing That Glitters

(Anonymous) - 2017-01-19 21:23 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Fill: The Brightest Thing That Glitters

(Anonymous) - 2017-04-14 05:25 (UTC) - Expand

So Grindelwald's successfully taken over as Percival Graves for the past few months, it's looking good, he's got a plan. What he's not expecting is one very angry magizooligist to suddenly come bursting through MACUSA headed straight for his office because his fucking boyfriend stopped communication cold a few months ago and he's PISSED. And Newt knows right away and pissed goes straight to 'furious terrifying man with a war vet for a big brother, an auror for a boyfriend, and a whole suitcase full of potentially lethal animals'. Grindelwald cannot withstand the wrath of Newt.
Graves is lowkey turned on when he is rescued and finds out his boyfriend scared the worst wizard of their age half to death.

I HAVE A MIIIIGHTY NEEEEEED!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Re: Grindelwald fucked up, gramander

(Anonymous) - 2017-01-03 16:58 (UTC) - Expand

Grindelwald/Graves, Credence/Graves - dub/non-con

Re: Grindelwald/Graves, Credence/Graves - dub/non-con

Gen? Any? FASHION

FILL: Fashion AU (1/?)

Original Graves/Newt - Inspired by my blood in the snow prompt

Credence/Graves- Safe Words, h/c, angst, bdsm

Fill: Scorpion to Stop

James Bond 007 AU: Real Percival and Newt

Re: James Bond 007 AU: Real Percival and Newt

Original!Graves/Newt - Spontaneous Magical Marriage

Re: Original!Graves/Newt - Spontaneous Magical Marriage

Original!Graves/Newt - Sub!Graves

Credence/Graves - noncon, angst

FILL: Please, Stop

Newt/Graves ABO

Re: Newt/Graves ABO

Graves/Grindelwald, Graves/Other- Bragging, angst, hc, past non/dubcon

Re: Graves/Grindelwald, Graves/Other- Bragging, angst, hc, past non/dubcon

Graves/Newt -- Modern AU

Graves/Grindelwald- Gifts, possible noncon

Graves / Grindelwald - Strip-tease

Re: Graves / Grindelwald - Strip-tease

Graves/Grindelwald, Graves is a prude (TW: Non-Con)

Fill: Graves/Grindelwald, Graves is a prude (TW: Non-Con)

Dumbeldore/Grindelwald- Please, Just Talk to Him, Soulmates, dark humor

Piquery/Tina - Whatever you say, Madam President

Re: Piquery/Tina - Whatever you say, Madam President

REMINDER

OT6 (Newt/Tina/Jacob/Queenie/Percival/Credence) or gen family fic, domestic fluff yo

Re: OT6 (Newt/Tina/Jacob/Queenie/Percival/Credence) or gen family fic, domestic fluff yo

Graves/Grindelwald - Please, angst, hc noncon

Re: Graves/Grindelwald - Please, angst, hc noncon

Graves/Newt, protective!Graves, uninhibited!Newt

Re: Graves/Newt, protective!Graves, uninhibited!Newt

Theseus/Newt (one-sided) + Graves - Creeper!Theseus (optional Graves/Newt)

Re: Theseus/Newt (one-sided) + Graves - Creeper!Theseus (optional Graves/Newt)

Credence / Graves, size!kink

FILLED: The Reward of a Well-Spent Youth

Graves/Any, Graves is secretly a dorky sweetheart.

Re: Graves/Any, Graves is secretly a dorky sweetheart.

Moana X-over

Fill: The Brightest Thing That Glitters

Grindelwald fucked up, gramander

Re: Grindelwald fucked up, gramander