Prompt Post #2

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  ROUND 2

Seeing as we've reached 4,000 comments in Round 1, it's time to make a new one. Same (lack of) rules apply. Gentle reminder to everyone to refrain from posting extremely long prompts, though. While no word limit will be imposed, take note that it is very unlikely for someone to fulfill your prompt if your prompt alone is already several paragraphs long and containing a number of specifications.

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MACUSA breeding program - stud!Graves/any, impregnation

[(Anonymous)]

Ever since Salem, the American wizarding population has been dangerously low. So MACUSA implements a breeding program. As a powerful wizard with excellent magic genes, Graves is a top stud. It’s his civic duty to impregnate as many bitches as he can, and he does so with pride & enthusiasm. The fertile broodmares are strapped onto breeding benches in optimal position for him to mount and pump full of his seed.

Author’s choice if the people being impregnated are dubcon or noncon, female or male. If mpreg, could be because of magical modification, ABO, or just handwave it - up to you.

Bonus: Dirty talk especially referencing breeding, come inflation, lactation, etc. Can be from Graves and/or the officials overseeing the program.

Re: MACUSA breeding program - stud!Graves/any, impregnation

[(Anonymous)]

omg yes

Alternative punishment - Sentenced to the stocks. Any/Newt or Any/Tina

[(Anonymous)]

Instead of death, Graves sentences Newt and/or Tina to the stocks. Bent over with head & arms in the stocks, their ass is fair game for anyone to use. MACUSA sanctions it, encourages staff to fuck and spank them so that justice will be thoroughly served.

Percival latches on to Newt while recovering

[(Anonymous)]

Newt is gentle and always seem to know what to say to sooth Percival when he's in a mood or suffering from flashbacks, so Percival latches on to him and they develop a close/romantic relationship and start living together.

But when Percival recovers more, he either becomes too busy with work again or thinks he fell out of love with Newt because he can cope without him now, so Percival sends Newt away callously because he genuinely believes he doesn't love him/doesn't need him in his life anymore.

It's fine the first few days, but then Percival somehow feels off empty cold lonely when he arrives home and doesn't see Newt, but chalks it up as habit and it'll go away once he gets used to living alone again. Gets used to not seeing Newt's smile not being in Newt's presence.

Because it's not like he loves him, right? Wrong.

It doesn't get better. It gets worse.

+ Percival tries to reconcile but Newt lets Percival know exactly how heart broken he is.
++ Queenie giving Percival the "You're a taker, Newt needs a giver" speech.

Happy ending optional :D

Taken in hand - Graves/Credence spanking domestic discipline

[(Anonymous)]

Credence has been taught that it’s a wife’s duty to submit to her husband, and the husband’s prerogative to discipline her as he sees fit.

Credence tries to be a good wife but still missteps sometimes (obscurus magic stuff or ordinary disrespect/mistakes). Thankfully, husband Graves is there to give correction in way Credence understands best: punishment of the flesh. Graves holds him down for a thorough spanking, then fucks him to reassert his dominance and put Credence in his place. By the end of it, Credence is properly submissive and grateful for Graves’ strict but loving discipline. The misbehavior is forgiven.

Author’s choice if Credence is male or fem!Credence.

Re: Taken in hand - Graves/Credence spanking domestic discipline

[(Anonymous)]

Would love to see this, especially with male Credence. Spanking his wife was considered perfectly within a husband's duties/rights back in the day, after all.

Newt calling Credence daddy

[(Anonymous)]

i dont have any excuses, that's the whole prompt, i just want Credence being daddy and newt being desperate for it

Graves/Newt/clueless!Credence

[(Anonymous)]

Credence catches Graves and Newt going at it, and is quite alarmed by what he sees. It's quickly established that he has only the faintest idea of where babies come from, and no knowledge whatsoever of how sex between two men is even possible.

So Graves and Newt decide to give him a hands-on demonstration of how to pleasure a man, using Newt as the model. I just want very passionate and fluffy sexual exploration, with Graves gently guiding Credence and Newt along, and Newt coming over and over from being licked, fingered, and touched everywhere.

Dumbledore/Grindelwald/Newt - Non con + Incest

[(Anonymous)]

I had a really messed up dream yesterday, can someone turn it into a fic??

Grindelwald gave Newt a roofie potion thing and then forced himself on Newt while making Dumbledore watch. For some reason it turns out Newt can get pregnant (I don't remember if it was because of the potion or because it was a biological thing), so he forces Dumbledore to participate and because of some magic reason the kid would be all three of theirs??

I also vaguely remember something about how Newt was actually their kid and gave the dream a really incest-y vibe (probably because I was reading that tumblr post about Newt & Theseus being Dumbledore and Grindelwald's kids before going to sleep).

Graves/Any - Magic Suppression

[(Anonymous)]

I've only seen magic suppression used for restraint purposes. Could someone write a fic where it's a fetish, preferably of Graves? With the wizarding world's less than stellar attitude towards Squibs, perhaps it's considered shameful and obscene for a wizard to want to give up their magic, however temporary. Graves dealing with the conflict between disgust at himself and desire to submit to his lover in this way. A supportive partner please. One who enjoys having power over Graves and takes care of him.

Follow me, I will bring you home

[(Anonymous)]

Fill: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11474409 - Graves enjoys giving up control of his magic, if Newt is there to look after him

Tina/Picquery - Mommy kink

[(Anonymous)]

Bonus if Tina is super embarrassed/shy about it

Graves/Newt - creature/animal role play

[(Anonymous)]

If a creature so much as blinks oddly, Newt darts off to check on them. Graves loves that he cares, but he starts getting jealous as it keeps happening - at dinner, when talking, in bed... In a somewhat sarcastic attempt to keep Newt's attention, he decides he needs to be more like the creatures.

Cue Newt arriving home to:
Graves on all fours.
Wearing a tail butt plug, enchanted to twitch / move in a way Newt would recognise.
Enchanted furry ears to match.
A refusal to talk except in growls/whimpers.
Nips, licks and bites.
A more carnal, animalistic attitude to taking his lover. No non-con/dub-con, just Graves putting his desires first and using his strength/power to keep Newts focus where it shold be.

Anything else the author wants. I've tried not to be too prescriptive on which animal/creature Graves chooses so authors can amend as they wish. I just want Newt turned on by Graves animalesque actions and both realising they want to do it again.

[Fill] 1/2 - Graves/Newt - creature/animal role play

[(Anonymous)]

...I still can't believe I actually wrote this. (You had me at Graves sarcastically dressing up, tbh.)

I don't normally write straight-up porn, so I hope it's okay! /ducks and runs



"Sorry - sorry, Minty's just got a touch of conjunctivitis, she needs eyedrops every hour - "

Percival sighs and closes his eyes, pressing his face into the curve of Newt's neck. Newt pushes a little harder at his shoulders. "You couldn't have told me this before you started kissing me in the doorway?"

Newt flushes, biting his lip, and Percival badly wants to pull him back into a kiss despite all protests. "I - I didn't quite realise - "

Percival gives in to Newt's next push and steps back. At least he can take some comfort in the way Newt's flush has spread down to his neck and the way he has to adjust his pants as he straightens. "Thank you, Percival," Newt says, a little formally, and Percival rolls his eyes.

"Maybe once Minty's not sick," Percival says to Newt's retreating back as he dashes away to his case, though he's not holding out much hope. It's not every time, but Newt falls over his feet to care for his animals - Newt's rolled out of bed at three in the morning because Pickett was looking a little wilted, or skipped out on a dinner date because a grindylow was making an odd sound, or once, very memorably, pushed Percival's mouth off his cock because the Niffler sneezed.

It's part-and-parcel of dating Newt Scamander, Percival knows, but it does get... exhausting. He sighs again, dropping his forehead to the wall; he's even tried tying Newt to the bed to keep him there, but Newt's worry about his creatures was so terrible Percival had to let him go. Honestly, the only way Percival would be able to keep his attention is if he were a creature himself. He huffs a laugh at the thought, thinking of dressing up as a werewolf or a vampire or something absurd - like an erumpent; Newt would probably do that bizarre mating dance and expect him to do the other side.

It's a silly idea, and Percival puts it out of his mind.

But the next time Percival finally manages to coax Newt into bed they are literally mid-fuck when Newt's eyes widen - not in a good way - and he cries, worriedly, "Dougal!" Percival groans - also not in a good way - when Newt takes his hand off Percival's cock and slides out from under him, leaving Percival's ass bereft and empty, leaking lube and pre-come. Percival twists to see Newt heading for Dougal standing in the doorway; the demiguise is, for some reason, completely white. As soon as Newt gets in reach of him, Dougal darts away, and Percival sighs as Newt's bare backside disappears down the hall.

He looks down at his own neglected cock, already starting to droop, and flops on the mattress, burying his face in the pillows. By the time Newt comes back half-an-hour later, Percival's rolled over to stare blankly at the ceiling; Newt sidles in, still naked and with a heavy dusting of white in his hair, and says awkwardly, "Sorry - I think Dougal got into the flour."

"You have some in your hair," Percival tells him, and Newt pinks and runs his hands through it. It just spreads more evenly, and Newt gains a light speckling of white on his shoulders.

"Um. Sorry."

"You're a menace," Percival says to the ceiling, and then looks at Newt, shifting on his feet and looking miserable. "Oh, come here."

He holds out his hand and when Newt takes it, pulls him back onto the bed. Percival rolls half on top of him, throwing an arm across Newt's chest and pressing his nose into his hair. When he breathes he gets a noseful of flour and he has to turn his head away to cover his sneeze as annoyed, he banishes the lot with a little more violence than necessary; Newt's laughing silently, his chest moving under Percival's ear when he drops his head back.

"I really am sorry," Newt says, quieter now, and Percival sighs and leans up to kiss him, chaste.

"Just - stay here for a while," he says. "Please."

He gets six whole hours of blissfully quiet sleep before Newt has to go check on his animals again, and that's about par for the course.

But it does make him wonder again what it might take to keep Newt's attention, at least for a bit. Percival finds himself reconsidering the ideas he's already discarded when he's three glasses of wine into the bottle he set out with their dinner, only still warm thanks to heating charms. Percival's so used to it he's brought his paperwork home, but he still finds his mind drifting to possible creatures he could dress up as, if only for a pointed joke; anything in Newt's case is out, as is anything too obscure - Newt will want to know where he learnt about it, or possibly hop on the next ship out to wherever it lives - or too common to catch Newt's full attention. He's still thinking about it when Newt comes back home two hours later, charmingly dishevelled, flushed and apologising as he talks about hinkypunks along the river, and Percival can't really find it in himself to feel more than completely, absurdly fond.

And, well, Percival's father always liked to repeat that adage, "If something's worth doing, it's worth doing well." Percival thinks he wouldn't really appreciate that effort going into Percival and Newt's sex life - the one time he'd brought Newt home, it'd been a delightful few hours of Newt babbling about creatures and his parents' increasingly flabbergasted faces, his father staring at him as though Percival could be blamed for Newt's entire existence after Percival had given Newt a very long, very thorough kiss goodbye - but, Percival thinks philosophically, it can't hurt to try.

Newt/Beasts, bestiality,

[(Anonymous)]

Can I get some Newt getting fucked by his beasts?

Like maybe sometimes certain beast take a shine to him and decide to court and mate him and Newt is flattered and maybe sometimes he goes along with it. There's no harm in it and the beasts did start the courtship after all.

Honestly I just want Newt getting his brains fucked out by his beast. Please, the need is great.

FILLED: Newt/Beasts, bestiality, Gramander

[(Anonymous)]

So there is some Newt/Percival in this as well, but it's a whole lot of Newt getting it on with beasts as well!
http://archiveofourown.org/works/9871262

Jacob/Newt non-con, imperius

[(Anonymous)]

Grindelwald imperiuses Jacob into raping Newt. I just want to see newt crying prettily please

Re: Jacob/Newt non-con, imperius

[(Anonymous)]

Yesss

Jacob adopts Percival

[(Anonymous)]

Maybe not as a son, but as a little brother (Yes, Percival has protested repeatedly that he is older, Jacob usually just pushes a pastry into his hands and pats him on the back before ignoring it entirely).

The man needs someone to look out for him, and he clearly isn't interested in getting himself a partner of any sort. So a big brother to get him taking his potions and eating properly, dragging him away from work on the weekend, even if it is just to the sofa with a book, it was necessary really. Jacob had no choice.

Re: Jacob adopts Percival

[(Anonymous)]

I love all the Percival-and-Jacob prompts, sparse as they are. Here's hoping this will be filled!

Graves/Newt; repressed trauma leads to unhealthy fixation (possible non-con)

[(Anonymous)]

After his ordeal with Grindelwald, Graves represses his trauma, wanting to just get on with work and life. But as the days/weeks go by, he feels more and more like Grindelwald contaminated the things his life. Grindelwald lived in his home, wore his clothes, used his office, slept in his bed... Grindelwald contaminated everything in his life... except Newt.

Whether or not Graves and Newt had any previous relationship or contact of any kind is up to filler.

OP would like this nice and dark and would not mind at all if there is attempted assault (achieved assault would be OK, too, but probably wouldn't lead to preferred ending). Not a happy ending, but a hopeful ending (this being the breaking point that starts Graves on the path to recovery) preferred.

Percival's Mentor was an arse - Abuse/workplace bullying

[(Anonymous)]

As a junior auror, Percival's mentor was an absolute arsehole and he didn't like Graves one bit.

Every opportunity he had he'd belittle him, scream abuse, physically assault him on occasions. Percival just had to grin and bear it until he managed to get himself promoted.
Everything got better after that. His mentor is transferred/retires and he carries on his merry way to the top job, the memory of junior Auror Graves fading in the minds of those there to witness it.

So everyone's a bit taken aback when some grumpy bastard stumbles across their path, digs into Percival and he lets him.

Graves/Newt; gloves

[(Anonymous)]

I know Graves didn't wear gloves in the movie, but just. Imagine. If he did. Newt noticed and he's sort of kinda very much liking them.

Re: Graves/Newt; gloves

[(Anonymous)]

I can imagine Newt thinking about pulling those gloves off Percival's fingers with his teeth :D

Percival accidentally hurts Newt during a flashback

[(Anonymous)]

It could be a Grindelwald flashback, or any other incident that could have happened to him during his very intense career at MACUSA, but give me Percival hurting Newt in the throws of some really intense flashback. Super angst, super comfort.

Fill: In the Dark of the Night

[(Anonymous)]

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/collections/FantasticBeastsKinkMeme/works/9881885
Percival turned in his sleep, mind circling with thoughts about his day in the office. Not all had gone well. He'd caught a few of the obliviators whispering about the 'fact' that he had apparently been willingly colluding with Grindelwald. He opened his eyes, and saw Newt's soft red curls splayed out on the pillow beside him. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Newt's ear, then closed his eyes and tried to force himself back into rest.

There were ropes binding him down. He tried to move, but the fabric around him tangled, and he flipped inelegantly to land with his face pressed against the mattress, head resting on the pillow. He pressed his teeth into the fabric, biting down hard in an attempt to stop from screaming.

Grindelwald would make him scream in the end. They both knew it. It didn't matter how long he held out for, because Grindelwald would last longer, and he would end up crying and pleading for mercy. It didn't matter what he did or how hard he fought, it wouldn't be enough. The cruciatus and other curses would crack him open, and the only resistance he had was to hold out for as long as he could.

He felt the heat of the other man's body against his. He hoped, for a minute, that the man had fallen asleep, spent. But that hope faded as he felt long fingers trail the length of his bare spine. He thrashed again, trying to push him away, crossing his ankles in a worthless attempt to stave off the inevitable. A hand landed on his shoulder, shaking him, and he panicked.

He pulled his magic to him, flinging it out in a protective burst. Grindelwald had taken his ability to perform spells, stolen his wand, bound him with wards. But it seemed the wards had dropped. He threw the other man with all the strength he had, struggling to stand, his body trembling. His room looked different, and his vision seemed to swim. He was already preparing for another strike in defence, to kill his captor, when he heard a whimper and focused on the man he was pinning against the wall.

Newt was gasping for air, his face red, one arm hanging awkwardly at his side. Blood was trickling from between his lips, and from his nose, and bruising was already visible. Newt coughed weakly.

Percival dropped him immediately, releasing him from his magic, and Newt collapsed to the floor. Percival looked down at him, bile rising in his throat. His first instinct was to run, to get out of here before he could hurt his lover worse.
"Hey..." Newt murmured, struggling to his feet, raising his left hand. "Easy... easy there..." Newt soothed him.

Percival paused for a moment, then remembered how he had seen Newt act around dangerous wild creatures. Part of him almost felt offended, but the rest of him took some comfort from it. All of him was horrified that he had hurt Newt.
"Newt..." He tried, but Newt didn't respond, shushing him gently and moving a little closer.
"It's alright. You just had a bad dream, that's all, it's okay. You're safe now. Can you say that for me?"

The words seemed to clog in Percival's throat, and he shook his head. Newt didn't complain or seem annoyed at his inability.
"Its alright now... now, Percival, can you sit down on the bed for me, there we go now..." Newt murmured. "Are you injured at all?"

Percival wordlessly shook his head, and Newt smiled a little.
"That's good. That's really good. Now, where are we?"
"Home." Percival managed after a few seconds, and was rewarded with one of Newt's brilliant smiles. He tried to smile in return, but the movement felt hollow, and so after a second his face fell.

"Is it okay if I come a little closer?" Newt asked.
"You're hurt." Percival murmured, horror slowly dawning. Newt was injured. Newt had been hurt by him, he'd thrown him against a wall. He could have broken Newt's neck. He could have killed him. He didn’t deserve him.

"I scared you." Newt said, using the same voice he would use to justify an animal attacking him. "I snuck up on you without proper warning. It's not your fault..."

Newt reached him now, and leaned his head on Percival's shoulder. Percival gently wrapped his arms around Newt's waist, leaning into him. He began to shake, and Newt shushed him gently.
"You're safe now. I'm here. You're home. You're safe." Newt repeated over and over in the quiet of the room, timing it to Percival's breathing. Slowly he managed to calm, and Newt looked up at him and smiled.
"Good morning... Now, would you mind helping me over to my suitcase, I really should get something to help with my ribs, and I believe I have a draught that can help with your nightmares..."

Fluff, Newt falls asleep cuddling with one of his creatures

[(Anonymous)]

Curled up against the flank of Frank the Thunderbird, or in a cozy chair with the Niffler snuggling on his lap, I don't care. Maybe he's had a stressful day and one of them tries to comfort him and then he just doesn't want to leave.
Any way, I just really need Newt dozing off with one of his creatures.

Re: Fluff, Newt falls asleep cuddling with one of his creatures

[(Anonymous)]

This would be so adorable!!!

Fluffy Perceval Graves/ Newt Scanander; Touch-Starved!Newt

[(Anonymous)]

Basically Newt's past isn't all sunshine and rainbows. His parents were distant at best, he and Theseus were never really that close thanks to the age gap, and he'd never had any friends at Hogwarts. His whole life, the only physical affection he's received is from his creatures. Until he meets Graves.
Graves, who takes every opportunity to hug him, or put his hand on his shoulder for a little longer than strictly necessary, or just touch him with more affection than anyone ever has. And Newt loves it. He melts into his touch like a cat and practically purrs.

Any/Credence dubcon

[(Anonymous)]

Any/Credende plus the golden kinks trio: small penis, humiliation and feminization.

Make it dubcon, please

Re: Any/Credence dubcon

[(Anonymous)]

Oh that's an interesting trio of kinks indeed!

Newt/Jacob - Mommy kink

[(Anonymous)]

Newt loves when Jacob calls him mommy

Credence/Graves collared, crying, noncon

[(Anonymous)]

Grindlegraves has gained power over both the wizarding world and Credence. He keeps Credence as a pet, and during meetings forces him to grind on his lap/generally keep him on display to humiliate him during meetings with other dark wizards.

Graves/Credence noncon

[(Anonymous)]

Graves pretends that he is a follower of Grindlewald in order to protect Credence from Grindlewald's wrath. After Grindlewald comes to power, Graves asks for Credence as a gift in exchange for Graves help. Grindlewald gets suspicious that Graves isn't using him properly (he wants Credence for himself) and forces him to fuck Credence (for the first time) in front of everyone.

The Moonflower (Graves/Credence noncon)

[(Anonymous)]

(AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9651716/chapters/21806246)
"Better to be inside the tent pissing out than outside the tent pissing in."
Percival could still hear his friend's voice saying that. Theseus Scamander was hopefully in Britain, but he was probably one of the many Europeans sent over to try and bring down Grindelwald's regime. It was a risk, one that had seen dozens of aurors murdered in the fight. Grindelwald unleashed his obscurus on the battlefield, and they couldn't survive its attack.

He didn't want to be one of Grindelwald's followers, but Theseus was right. The only chance he had of bringing Grindelwald to justice was to stand by his side. The American aurors who had survived the initial takeover were languishing in MACUSA's cells. They were powerless, trapped and tortured. Graves stood at his side, sat beside him at dinner, and silently waited for a chance.

He had his own face back now, and Grindelwald was no longer hiding his identity. Some nights, most nights, Graves went to sleep wondering if he was doing the right thing. He had tortured No-Majs, even killed them, as Grindelwald commanded. The dark wizard took a lot of pleasure in seeing Graves as his right hand man, no longer the trusted confidant of Picquery and those who had hidden magic in the shadows.

He sat beside Grindelwald during yet another meeting, listening to him ranting, and the door opened. A pale man, barely more than a boy, walked forwards. Graves tried not to stare, but few others even tried to hide their gaze. Credence Barebone. Grindelwald's obscurial. The Moonflower. Pale skin and dark hair that fell in waves to his shoulders. Slender, cheek bones visible. He was wearing a loose white shirt which hung to mid-thigh. That was all other than a black leather collar embroidered with white flowers which was wrapped around his throat. He was silent, shaking a little.

He crouched down in front of Grindelwald, bowing his head. Grindelwald reached out and stroked his fingers through Credence's hair, leaning in so that the obscurial could pass on his message. He smirked, then reached down to open his pants. Graves closed his eyes, not wanting to see as the obscurial took Grindelwald into his mouth. The meeting continued, most of the assembled crowd ignoring the groans from Grindelwald before he emptied himself into Credence's mouth, massaging his throat until he swallowed. For a moment, Credence's eyes met Percival's, and then he looked away.

"Anyone else?" Grindelwald asked, and a couple of hands raised. He shoved Credence beneath the table and Graves watched him crawl away, kicking off his shoes. He stretched out his leg, brushing his foot against Credence's own. The meeting continued.

"Graves, how is the West Coast?" Grindelwald asked, and Graves gave the answers he could. He did what he could to prevent unnecessary death, but staying within Grindelwald's inner circle was his most important role. He had to be here if he was going to achieve anything. Sometimes that meant making sacrifices.

Eventually, Credence made his way back from under the table, nuzzling into Grindelwald's hip, his eyes glancing over to Percival. Percival tried not to stare too much, not wanting it to get noticed.

The meetings were always like this. He would share looks with Credence, and try not to draw attention. He wanted to keep Credence safe, but he knew that if it came down to it he would have to sacrifice him to get rid of Grindelwald. The hope though, was that he could find a way to protect Credence and destroy the dark wizard. The obscurial was powerful, if untrained and afraid. He wanted to earn his trust.

Outside of the meetings he didn't see Credence, so other than stolen glances they had never spoken. But there was a major raid going down next week on a remaining cell of MACUSA loyal wizards. Graves saw a chance of using that to get what he needed.

Credence sat at Grindelwald's feet for a few more minutes, until the meeting was finished. Grindelwald was pulling his hair, but Credence sat there quietly.

Eventually the meeting ended, and the others stood up. Credence followed Grindelwald from the room, his head bowed. Just as he got to the doorway, he glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes finding Percival's.
"Please." He mouthed, and Percival inclined his head slightly. He just hoped that he would be able to help him.

He stepped out of the meeting hall, and froze when he saw the younger Goldstein walking past with a tray of drinks. She smiled at him.
"Graves."
"Goldstein..."
She walked through to a side room, and Graves followed her.

"The others are all alive. Tina's leg's healing up nice." Queenie whispered. "That boy's getting you all muddled up, isn't he Mister Graves?"
"Just tell them I should be making my move soon." He told her. She nodded, and handed him a cup of coffee. Queenie had been invaluable in this new world. No one had noticed her, and she had carried on as she always had, still able to tell things she had no right to know. At least she wasn't warning him away.

Gramander, age difference, dub con , virgin newt, crying kink

[(Anonymous)]

During some visit to MCUSA Theseus bring eighteen year old newt with him so they can go look at some creature later.

Newt winds up in Percival Graves office on his own and dirty much older Graves fucks the sweet boy.

Re: Gramander, age difference, dub con , virgin newt, crying kink

[(Anonymous)]

I love this.

Hung like a horse Jacob/Queenie

[(Anonymous)]

Why did Queenie pick Jacob when he's basically a short overweight factory schlub? Besides being a good cook and a sweetie, he's seriously hung. Smut with Queenie taking that huge cock.

Re: Hung like a horse Jacob/Queenie

[(Anonymous)]

I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE.