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Prompt Post #2

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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Newt is normally religious about taking his suppressants, because heats are inconvenient at best. But eventually he forgets- and one of his beasts is pretty much an alpha who knows exactly what to do with an omega in heat.

Looking for an unwilling Newt who fights at first but ends up being a total slut for it just because of his abnormally strong heat- otherwise he would never have let it happen. Of course, he doesn't blame the creature, just himself.

Can be any creature large enough to rock his world on its massive cock and knot, kthx. But no mpreg.

+++ Bonus points if Newt isn't traumatized by it, per say- he's definitely not going to let it ever happen again, but this was a no-harm no-foul freak situation.
++++++ More bonus points for multiple orgasms until Newt is absolutely wrecked from oversensitivity because the creature has unbelievable stamina.
+ secret bonus points for my secret kink of the creature loving the taste of Newt's cum, so every time he comes he has to deal with the creature's tongue going at his cock like a damn ice cream cone until he's practically sobbing.

Grindelwald thought having a captive to toy with would be fun. And it is. Until Graves gets sick. Tormenting the Director of Magical Security isn't nearly as fun when he can't manage to fight back or manage those snarky little quips. So, naturally, Grindelwald decides to nurse Graves back to help.

Jacob loves Newt's creatures and doesn't ever want to make Newt choose between him and them.

But it would be nice to maybe go to bed at the same time or have dinner together or a little bit of private time...

Basically, Jacob feels guilty about wanting to spend time with his boyfriend away from the magical creatures, Newt thinks (or doesn't think) Jacob wants more from their relationship, terrible communication abounds. But it gets better! And how it does, is up to you.

Also, if there's sex, I'd love to see Jacob on bottom.

Newt and Graves in Star Wars universe, any timeline. All I ask for is for one of themm to be a starfighter pilot, the rest is up to the author.

Credence looked down at the enticing lap, his heart nearly knocking itself out. Slowly, deliberately, he moved to where the hand was now raised in invitation and took it. His was tugged forward, and he let the force field shift between them; put one knee on the couch and heard it creak voluptously as he climbed it to take his proper place, spread out across Mr Graves’s legs. They closed again under him, leaving him in no doubt of his own arousal as it arched up in him, in his cock, nearly suffocated between the press of Mr Graves’s strong thighs and his own weight.

His pajama tops were at half-mast again, and he was expecting Mr Graves to pull them off all the way. Instead, Mr Graves slipped a hand under him and pulled at the cottony fabric, tucking it up and between Credence’s legs so that it clung accordingly to the rise of his buttocks. It pulled into the crack between, sheathing and exposing them in their fleshly existence, it made them vulnerably there and a show piece in their own right, a moment before Mr Graves’s hand went back in play. Slap. Slap. Light, light, medium light, a firm tap of fingertips to each hemisphere. The burn, which had abated, stirred up again – almost, but not quite; rather, it felt like Mr Graves’s hand was stealing a peck or two, or twenty.

Then it stopped altogether and a man was moulding himself to the long span of Crendence's back, his voice much too teasing for his age. "Finite?"

"No!" Vibrant with indignation, and he knew without turning his head that Graves was grinning. Credence slid his hips up in retaliation; cried out as the heat flared through his lap-trapped cock. "Please," he stammered. "Please, please, take them off!"

The next sensation was fingernails, dragged slowly, almost pensively over the curve of his left cheek. It called more nerves, never acknowledged, to triumphant life. "I think I will," Percival Graves said "Ah, look at this gorgeous pink number. I want to see it all."

And the precise-gestured hands tugged his pajama down, inch after dawning inch of skin, blushing and avid for – "More," Credence said plaintively, eyes closed, and, when no more came, "Percival, damnit!"

He was too far gone to register the curse or the breach of protocol, only Percival Graves’s chuckle before he was tossed back into position, Graves’s arm circling him iron-like as he took the upper hand again. This time, there was no teasing; no respite between the neat, expert cracks of Graves’s palm sealing itself to his backside, flat-handed, curve-fingered, right, left, under, between – the shock precipitated into a sharper, electrifying jolt – until the heat came from every angle. Credence found that the slaps were jouncing his whole frame back and fro, their stoked-up pace stoking up the fever until his body flung restraint aside and took over, rocked itself into that hospitable lap, fast, fast, oblivious to the softer friction of Graves’s hand, urging his sensitized flesh.

Once more, twice, before all the heat converged to squeeze a long, hard coda of ecstasy from him.

"…Finite," he remembered to say after a while, and frowned at the answering burst of laughter.

"You don’t actually need to say it after, acushla."

"…Oh." Credence relaxed into his haze; felt somebody start disentangling the two of them and held his hand out, reluctant to break contact. He felt warm and sated; soaring, but happily so, as if he’d been puzzled out rather than blown apart. Graves’s thumb stroked a line across his fingers, followed by his lips.

"Just stay as you are, and I’ll Apparate us straight in bed. How do you feel?"

"Hmm. Warm. Tingly?"

Graves laughed again, the sound now familiar, a piece of the puzzle. It lasted the next jot of time, before they were in bed, in each other’s arms, Credence’s pajamas tucked up once again in place. "Thank you," he murmured groggily.

The next kiss was for his forehead, now released from its bowl-cut gaol. "You liked it?"

"Hmm." Credence sank further into the sleepy, pacified throb of his own body. "Sh’d do’t again.

"Good. Then perhaps, one day, if you feel up to it" – low-voiced words, to be heard at the listener’s will, but stamped with the determination that was another Graves standard – "you can return the favor. "

Credence’s eyes opened in the dark, his heart suddenly awake to the blank and unspoken cheque of trust. He struggled to answer; but sleep was too strong, and the low, rhythmical sound of their breaths catching up with each other another. Or perhaps there was no need for words. Only his face, burrowing against Percival’s chest; only the night-blue peace owning them, another promise of one day.

(I got a little carried away, so this is going to be a series of 14 vignettes here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9150742/chapters/20789617. As Pride was the only one requested, I'm pasting that here on its own!)

Pride:
Credence stared for a moment in the shop window, his gaze drawn to his own reflection. He felt his face colour a little as he saw himself. His face was slender, feminine, but his hair hung around his ears in soft curls, and sometimes he thought he could be beautiful. He hoped that one day, he would make a young woman a suitable husband. He was too tall, that he knew, and he was not the cleverest of men - mother disliked him to spend too much time learning, so his reading was not the best. But he was handsome enough, and he would be caring. When he found a young lady who would have him as a husband, he would do all he could to make her happy. He would pray for her, and cherish her, and never raise his hand to her.

He tore himself away reluctantly, gaze lingering a moment too long, and went back to handing out his leaflets, a faint smile on his lips. He knew it was a daydream, but he was sure that somewhere there would be the right person for him, and he would be a good husband for them, would kiss her every morning and when they had children, he would care for them. He wondered if they would have the same soft hair that he had, if he would be able to see himself in their eyes. He would be a good father, as good as he could be.

When the leaflets had all been taken, he made his way home, and walked into the church. He couldn't resist the urge to touch his hair again, amazed by how soft it was. It hid the ugliness of his underfed body, how unnaturally tall he was. He wondered if perhaps he could grow it a little longer, long enough to cover his shoulders and hide the scars along his neck. Those ones mother had apologised for inflicting, the only ones on his body with that privilege as even his suit would not hide it. Anyway, men were growing their hair a little longer now. He could probably get away with it. He crouched in front of the metal pot that they used for soup, tugging on one of the curls to see just how long his hair was if he pulled it out straight. Nearly long enough.

"And what are you doing boy?" His mother's voice rang out behind him, and he jumped in shock, hands dropping to his sides as he cringed a little.
"Noth...nothing mother."
"Lying doubles the sin child." She stepped closer and he reached for his belt. She snatched it from him, bringing it down hard on his hands first of all, while he bowed his head and made himself speak.
"Thank you mother. I am sorry." He thanked her each time, until his hands are bloody and she returned his belt to him. Carefully he replaced it.
"What were you doing?"
"Looking..." He swallowed, seeing the look in her eyes, the way her gaze narrowed. “Committing the sin of pride mother. Being vain."
"You should never be vain my boy. You are an ugly wretched creature, and pride is a sin, always. You understand that?"
"Yes mother." Credence nodded, and she gestured for him to sit down. He sat, his head bowed, and she walked away. He sat in silence, breathing slowly, trying not to be sick. Whatever was coming, it would be bad, he was sure of it.

When she returned, she was holding a pair of scissors. He didn't dare move or fight as she started to hack his hair, the curls falling to the floor at his feet. He sat still, as she hacked his hair away, leaving his hair uneven, messy. He looked at the fallen curls, and started to cry.
"Clean up that mess." She ordered. "And from now on, I'm keeping your hair tidy and respectable. I should have stepped in earlier. Don't cry boy. Now, what do you say?"

“Thank you mother.” He stuttered out, fighting back fresh tears as he crouched to clean the floor with wounded hands. She stormed away.

We need more Newt/Jacob! Seconded.

You made my day thank you so much

When the real Percival Graves finally meets Newt Scamander, he is honestly a bit unimpressed because Newt comes across as this unassuming and harmless wizard and animal lover. Percival even goes so far as to good-naturedly mock Newt on this one occasion, but he doesn't notice the calculating glint in Newt's eyes.

Later on in the night, Percival is working late or at home brooding when Newt shows up out of the blue. Percival is about to ask what's wrong when instead he finds himself on the receiving end of the roughest, most exquisite kiss he's ever had in his life. Newt is relentless in his onslaught, biting at Percival's skin hard enough to bruise.

It culminates in Newt either slamming Percival into the nearest wall or shoving him over his own desk, either way Percival gets utterly ravished by the other man all night. In the morning Percival is thoroughly rid of his preconceived notions about Newt and wants more.

PLEASE YES.

WANT
+1000000

Omega milk has a strengthening effect on magic. Think like a special nutrient that helps support healthy magical growth, the same way calcium helps bones.

So obviously when Grindelwald discovers that Graves is an omega, he's not going to let it go to waste. He feeds Graves potions that set off his milk production, then he drinks his fill of Graves's milk. And later, once he has Credence, he makes Credence drink it, too.

Bonuses:
-Breast pumping
-Rubbing ointment on Graves's sore, chapped nipples
-Credence guiltily getting hard while feeding because he's so close to another person and he's never touched anyone this intimately before

Graves pulls Newt onto his cock by his hair while fucking him hard and rough from behind.

Consensual, please. Some verbal humilation, slight blood/painplay, and Newt coming untouched added to the mix would be great!

PLEASE

Wow hot as fuck yes please

I love you.

THIS IS GREAT.

GRAVES IS KITTEN, BLESS.

This Graves/Newt forced proximity fill might be rtyi?
http://fantasticbeasts-kinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/459.html?thread=648907#cmt648907

Also, were you thinking short-length handcuffs/skin-to-skin stuck, or something with a little more give (maybe a meter or two)?

+1000000

Graves is infatuated with Grindelwald from the get-go. He's been keeping up with news about him in Europe and even though he doesn't agree with most of his views he thinks he's a man with conviction and respects that.

When he gets captured, he decides to make the most of it and seduce Grindelwald to keep him distracted from taking over New York.

They fuck consensually and Graves loves every moment of it. He's loud, vocal and begs for more.

OP here. This is all I could've wanted from this prompt and more. The mood was so good--going from tense to sexy to lighthearted at the end (and boy, I never thought I'd want to see Credence spanking Graves, but now I do). Their relationship is so trusting and sweet. And their reactions seem true to life. Thank you so much for writing, I love it and will be re-reading it for sure :)

OP here. Oh my goodness Credence baby ;~; this was lovely and painful and precisely what I was hoping for. Poor thing, thinking his pretty hair is the only thing worthwhile about himself and then that wretched woman takes that from him too.

Now then I'll just have to scamper off to AO3 for the rest

i feel the best kind of dirty now

Thanks, and for such a great prompt. It has been a while since my last spanking fic.:)

I had not planned that reciprocal punchline, I swear, but somehow it just wrote itself... I am always a bit weary of the unbalance of power when it comes to Graves/Credence, so this might explain that. And, who knows? After a long and stressful day at MACUSA, it might be just what the Healer ordered...

I will post a cleaned-up version on Ao3 tomorrow and link back to it.

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Prompt Post #2

Newt/Any Creature- Omega!Newt, Non-con, Beastiality, Multiple Orgasms, Oversensitivity

Graves/Grindelwald- Being Sick Sucks, possible noncon

Newt/Jacob -- Jacob needs some love, too

Graves/Newt StarWars!AU

Fill: Spare the child, spoil the lover (3/3)

Re: Credence - Ezra's gorgeous hair

Re: Newt/Jacob -- Jacob needs some love, too

Re: Mini Fill - idek man

Newt/Percival: Newt dominates Percival and he can't get enough

Re: Graves/Any, Taking a pounding

Re: Grindelwald/Graves - Omegaverse

Graves/Grindelwald/Credence: A/B/O - Lactation

Graves/Newt hairpulling, rough sex

Re: Graves/Newt -- soulmate au

Re: Graves/Grindelwald/Credence: A/B/O - Lactation

Op: On ao3

Re: Fill: Unexpected Liaisons 1/?

Re: Graves/Newt handcuffed together

Re: Theseus/Newt, scamancest with bottom!newt

Grindelwald/Graves

Re: Fill: Spare the child, spoil the lover (3/3)

Re: Credence - Ezra's gorgeous hair

Re: Grindelwald/Graves

Re: Mini Fill - idek man

Re: Fill: Spare the child, spoil the lover (3/3)