fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #1

Genophobia: the physical or psychological fear of sexual relations or sexual intercourse.

Because I'm a horrible person

Maybe pre-existing Graves/Newt relationship

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Please :((((((

oh fuck. need.

Someone please write this I will give you my first born

So I'm guessing you want it to be non-con or is he just scared initially??

OP here! It would be non-con, but fueled by mostly blind fear. If that makes sense? Like, the thought of anyone even trying to touch the boot makes him sickeningly uncomfortable so when someone actually does he flips~~

This is everything I have ever wanted but didn't know I needed

What do I have to do to get someone to write this!!

Part two will have some seriously emotionally manipulative Grindelwald/Newt non-con. (I'm more interested in building up potential for more whump Newt than the actual Graves/Newt ship)

It’s been so long since I’ve written anything and I've never posted here before, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about this. So sorry if I mess something up while posting this. Please let me know if it's worth continuing!

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Newt met Percival Graves at a Christmas party. It was a particularly strange mix of powerful people, including the accomplished Auror Graves and his War Hero of a brother Theseus who had insisted he come. Ever courageous and commanding in the ways Newt was not, Theseus later insisted the three of them visit a restaurant together. Theseus conveniently was unable to make it last minute. When Newt got carried away discussing the magical creature many muggles mistook for a 'Santa' instead of becoming annoyed, Percival listened with a charmed smile. It made Newt buzz with content, and fluster pleasantly when asked to continue their exchange via letters.

Both were exceptionally busy people who often traveled. This made for a relationship built primary on letters which Newt couldn’t be more grateful for. He’s a nurturer, a lover, a romantic in his soul, but something about the physical part of intimacy that everyone seemed to take to so naturally had always made him panic.

They had been together for nearly an entire blissful year before Newt finally had to come clean. They were both in France for business, but had time to linger. It was convenient, perfect, fate – the much more gratuitously romantic parts than usual of Percival’s letter said so. They would get a room at a fancy hotel and Percival would as he put it '. . .finally be able to touch you in all the ways I’ve dreamed. I want to make you feel so good. . .' Newt didn’t register how bad his hand was trembling reading the letter until he heard the rattling of the paper in his hand and Pickett’s frantic cooing.

Guilt washed over him. He had tried so hard to steer clear of the subject for so long, telling himself it simply wasn’t necessary. But suddenly he realized with horror he had essentially been lying. It was incredibly unfair to Percival. He should have never fallen in love.

When he opened the hotel room door and saw the happiness on his face he simply couldn’t do it. Not immediately.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” Percival says with passion he never allows others to hear as he wraps Newt in an embrace and casual kiss that lasts only a half second too long for comfort.

“Me too” He says breathlessly despite himself.

Newt tries to ease the evening’s activities elsewhere. His half-hearted efforts fail however and they still wind up on the luxurious sofa with Percival hovering above him. He knows it’s dangerous, but he’s going to try. He’s never truly tried to just stick it out in the past. He’s never let anyone this close, never loved anyone enough to try. He’s never been so afraid of feeling loneliness again that not even his beasts can fend off.

So far the way Percival is embracing him is not too invasive. His arms are around him but his hands aren't straying downward. Newt tells himself it’s much like a normal hug, only in a new position. He tells himself this about the kisses too, which so far Newt seems to have kept at bay as very slow soft closed mouth touches. He wishes instead of this they could be having the conversations like they have in their letters. Maybe if he focuses on their happy exchanges in the past he could get through this.

But then he feels it. Something unmistakably large and hard is pressing down into him against the inner thigh of his trousers maneuvering upward into his own soft groin. He doesn’t want to think about what that thing is exactly or more specifically why it’s hard and why it’s on him.

Newt whimpers into the kiss and his hands clutch the back of Percival’s shirt so tightly his knuckles turn white. Percival can feel the scratch of Newt’s nails and drinks in his whimper, both of which he takes as signs of encouragement. Even the tremble feels like a symptom of arousal in Percival's excited state. After all, he’s trembling too with nerves, raw energy, and lust. Newt was about to turn from the kiss and tap out when Percival passionately deepening the kiss, easily working his tongue past gasping lips and grinds Newt into the cushions with his hard length indulgently.

Newt is breathing quickly and shallowly through his nose. He's briefly shocked frozen. He feels like he’s not getting any oxygen and he’s dimly aware he’s beginning to hyperventilate. Although Percival is between his legs and has him rather thoroughly pinned with his embrace, Newt thrashes all limbs to the side of the couch towards freedom.

Percival gets the message rather quickly after that. He lifts his body swiftly, fear in his eyes. Newt immediately hangs half way off the couch and so Percival quickly untangles their limbs so that Newt can successfully bring his body fully to the floor.

The fear is so pronounced now that he’s barely fending off to urge to vomit.

Percival stares helplessly at Newt hyperventilating on the ground, too afraid of getting close, “Newt…? What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? God I’m so sorry”

If he weren’t on the verge of tears before it was the devastation in Percival’s apology that did it. How could he let it get this far? And now tears are dripping, his nose and cheeks reddening, and still can’t get his breathing under control, “N-no, it’s….ah….my fault, m-my fault.”

Moments pass and Newt is grateful Percival is allowing him silence and time to get his breathing and his hindered sobs under control. He’s more embarrassed than he’s ever been in his life. On his hands and knees he stares pointedly at the carpet until he calms down enough to face his lover.

Unsure what to do while waiting, Percival awkwardly offers “Want me to make you some tea?” he’s not much for the stuff but he knows the kind that Newt likes. Newt nods.

When Percival returns, Newt is sitting stiffly on the sofa with his coat back on and his arms lightly wrapped around his middle. The Bowtruckle is softly chirping at him. When it sees Percival it sinks away to where it cannot be seen as it pointedly glares and growls at him. Newt mutters what sounds like a scold to it. Percival still feels like a monster.

Percival sits next to him at a distance. Newt won’t look at him even when he hands him the tea. He cradles the cup and the warmth seems to calm the lingering shake of his hands.

“There’s something I should have told you a long time ago” Newt says to the tea cup.

“I want you to be able to tell me anything, Newt” Percival says carefully. Newt looks to him for a moment guiltily.

“I am not….a sexual creature.” Newt mumbles. “I don’t know how to even begin explaining why. I have always simply been rather pathetically terrified at the prospect. It’s not you, please know I love you.” His reddened eyes begin to water again, “I understand that this isn’t what people want or expect in a love interest. I am sorry for wasting your time, Percival.”

Percival’s breath hitches, “Newt. You could never waste my time. It’s alright that you feel this way. It doesn’t change the way I feel about you.”

Newt faces him with such genuine surprise and joy that it breaks his heart a little. They spend the rest of the night simply holding hands while having conversations much like their letters, only phenomenally better.

ANON DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU

YOU ASKED IF THIS WAS WORTH CONTINUING I SAY YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES

AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! I had just woken up and was groggily scrolling through the kinkmeme and when I saw there was a fill I literally shot up in bed. THIS IS SO GOOD. I AM ACTUALLY IN LOVE WITH THIS STORY. You got exactly what I wanted with how totally terrified Newt is. PLEAAAASE CONTINUE this is so good!!

OH man this is SO GOOD. I can't wait to read bby Newt get totally destroyed.

Please continue!

Perfect! This is so sweet. Probably even sweeter knowing how fucked up its about to get.

Wow what a great start!!!

Thanks for the great feedback!! It really makes my day to read those comments.

(Am I responding to my own fill in the correct way?)

Warnings for this one that you’re all probably expecting: sexual coercion, rape, wetting

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Although Percival says it’s okay for Newt to be the way he is and doesn’t press the matter further, Newt decides to put the constant thoughts of his studies on hold to instead examine himself a little. It’s uncomfortable territory.

He wonders why he’s like this. While other people have phobias about spiders and snakes, he has to have a sex phobia. Although truth be told, he wouldn’t trade it for a spider or snake phobia, they’re much too precious.

He has never once had an issue when it came to the mating habits and breeding of animals. Personal displays of affection in humans had never bothered him either, he generally thought they were sweet. When he reads up all content on beasts available to him, he even sometimes reads romantic novels for pleasure. He enjoys getting caught up in the romance and doesn’t even skip the sexual scenes; they’re often an important part of the love and romance as well. A thought that made him sad when he compared it to his own life.

On a few extremely rare occasions throughout his life he’s even found himself in the right mindset to masturbate. It’s a completely out of body experience, a distant focus on relief detached from thoughts of sex, himself, or other people. And after he always found himself feeling dirty and fighting off a panic attack.

When Newt imagines doing those things with another person he can’t feel anything but repulsion and anxiety. He wishes he knew why. He once read in article about similar symptoms in rape survivors. But he had no right to those feelings, having never experienced such an unimaginably awful thing. ‘Unless,’ a voice said in the back of his mind ‘you’ve buried it so deep you can’t remember.’ Newt grits his teeth and forces the ridiculous thought away.

The important thing is the person he is in fact romantically involved with accepts him. Unfortunately, the last letter he received from Percival before going to New York for the first time is rather short and mostly only mentions that he is caught up in an important investigation and will have a difficult time writing or meeting up for quite some time. The writing is messier than usual as well, which Newt has learned to sense as distress. Although it’s nothing too unusual it makes him a bit nervous. Still, he’s eager to visit Percival in New York, if only very briefly due to both of their busy obligations.

But then the madness with the suitcase ensues.

Their reunion is not as he imagined in the least. It’s a ominously silent chained walk to Percival’s office for a private interview with the entirety of MUCASA suspecting his one of his animals murdered that man.
When they’re finally alone Newt has hope Percival will drop the cold act. Acknowledge that they know each other, that they have love for each other. There’s no one here to judge them now, no one to excuse Percival of going easy on Newt. The door is locked and muffled with a few charms.

Newt wants a hug; Percival doesn’t even offer a smile. He at least receives the courtesy of having the chains removed.

“I missed you.” He tries. When it doesn’t earn a response, he bows his head in shame. “I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused you here. But,” Scared to death for his animals in the hands of the other MACUSA memebers, he still manages to lock eyes with Percival and pleads “you know better than anyone my creatures aren’t dangerous! That man’s death has nothing to do with them. I would never put anyone at risk, not my animals or the muggles.”

Percival sighs, “there are many things you would never do Newt. You’re a peculiar creature yourself.”
Newt feels a clench in his chest. Percival doesn’t mean…? So he just apologizes again, “I’m sorry” in a whisper.

Where are the words of unconditional love so carefully said in the letters? Where was the warmth in his eyes shared meaningfully in all their past glances? Where was the innocently warm, safe, enthusiastic embrace he had come to expect with each encounter no matter how fleeting? He must have messed up something awful.

“They found an obscura in your case, Newt. You must know how bad this looks. Even if the obscura itself really is harmless as you think it is, with all the other escaped beasts coordinating so well with the actions of the Grindelwald fanatics, MACUSA is simply convinced you’re trying to expose the magical world to the nomaj. You’ve gotten us this much closer to war.” Percival sounds so resigned, so disappointed, and it makes Newt absolutely wilt.

“But you know that’s not true. It was an accident. You know I would never-” Newt’s voice wobbles.

“You’ve kept plenty of secrets from me in the past Newt. Important secrets. Who’s to say I know you at all.”

Newt’s brows furrow and he sets his gaze away from Percival’s eyes. “A-and I apologize for that. But I’ve told you more about myself than I’ve ever told anyone…”

“Truthfully Newt, with all that’s happened here I believe perhaps we should maintain a more professional relationship,” More bitterly he adds “Not to mention the incident from the last time we were together.”

Gellert Grindelwald contains a mischievous smile as Newt pales and gapes.

“I’m so sorry Percival….If that is…If that’s what you want I certainly could not blame you.” His voice is barely above a whisper, “But please, for what we have, o-or had, do not let my animals come to harm.”

Gellert slams his hands on the desk, making Newt flinch, “It’s time to stop expecting special treatment from me. Why should I treat you like a lover when you don’t treat me like one?” Gellert is concerned he just might be in danger of breaking character too much with this aggressive attitude, but he’s so eager to move this forward.

Newt looks sick. His stares at the ground while he fidgets with his coat. Every mannerism expresses desperation and despair but he’s still not crying. Gellert inwardly tsks. He wants to see the scene that he scrounged up from Percival’s most private memories.

He wants to feel the power of rendering a brilliant man like Newt Scamander to that pathetically weakened state, like a beaten child. Graves couldn’t appreciate such a thing.

But he knows the only time Percival has seen Newt cry over anything besides his animals was when he made an attempt to initiate sex. Gellert can work with that; he can turn that into gold.

Newt appeared to struggle with a thought for a moment before asking, “I always meant to treat you like a lover. What can I do to treat you like one, Percival? I-I really don’t want it to end like this. For us. And certainly, not for my animals…”

“You know what people in a relationship are supposed to do, Newt. Come here.” Gellert says gently, his arms opening.

Cautiously, Newt feels a jolt of hope and enters his arms. Gellert squeezes him, breaths him in harshly. He can smell spiced panic. Newt very gently holds on, unsure of the right thing to do. Gellert’s hands press hard as they travel down to Newt’s bottom.

His breath hitches, hope crushed, and violently jerks away, “I can’t. Not that.”

Gellert doesn’t allow him to leave the embrace, instead he grips Newt’s head and in a soft regretful tone speaks into Newt’s ear, “It’s the only way, sweet heart. You’re putting me in a dangerous position. I can only provide you with special treatment if you’ve earned it. But if you’re going to be like that….well, I’m afraid if I follow MACUSA’s policies they’ll have you executed. You and your accomplices. It makes me very sad to think what will happen to your animals if-”

“No! P-please Percival. I’ll do anything you would like, please dear, please. You can touch me like lovers are supposed to.”

Gellert yanks Newt’s coat off harshly to the ground before he can change his mind. He glances to the coat on the ground briefly to make sure Pickett is okay.

Newt’s eyes widen “Right now?”

“I can’t wait any longer. I have needs you’ve neglected for too long.”

Gellert man handles Newt until he’s bent over on the desk and quickly pulls down trousers and undergarments, exposing the pert little ass. It happens with such suddenness that it feels absolutely surreal to Newt. His body screams fight or flight but he can do neither.

Gellert wastes no time. He wants penetration hard and fast, rapturously eager to see how Newt reacts to the main event when simple foreplay had destroyed him before. The feeling amplified by Graves’ uncommonly large member. He’s already so hard. Newt is, of course, completely soft. Gellert briefly wonders if he’s ever been hard in his life.

“I’ll prepare you,” Gellert says as he kisses Newt’s clothed shoulder. He separates Newt’s cheeks and hastily performs the spell that will make anal sex easier, thumb brushing against the twitching hole.

The magic itself is deeply penetrative, scooping inside Newt and crackling.

Gellert takes a few second to examine Newt’s reaction to the feeling and is surprised at how utterly frozen he is. Then he hears a trickle, looks down, and can barely contain his laughter, “Really, you silly thing. Are you so afraid you pissed yourself?”

It’s like one of the muggle guns used to poach rare beasts has gone off next to Newt’s ear again. He’s never felt so much dread induced adrenaline in his life and his heart is pounding so hard that he feels its beat push up into his mind. His face is on fire. He can’t feel his legs; the desk is supporting most of his weight.

Distantly he feels Percival remove all garments waist down. Newt bites his fist and tries to remember to breathe.

“That’s disgusting Newt. Rather impolite too, wouldn’t you say?,” Gellert lies even as he kicks those thin ankles open and aligns his cock.

Mortified, Newt attempts an; “msorry,” through the mouthful of hand he’s biting on.

Percival’s cock struggles with Newt’s tight ring before it gives way and he plunges in beautiful and deep. Unsurprisingly, Newt screams. More from sheer terror or pain Gellert isn’t sure, and it sure as hell doesn’t make him stop.

Gripping his hips tightly, Gellert can feel the pronounced full body tremors. He can even feel a rush of jittering magic attempting to repel him along Newt's flushed skin, but it remains tamed by its gentle master.

Newt tries to think of anything but what’s happening but rational thought won’t prevail. He instinctively scrambles away but must force his body to stop and obey. It’s the hardest thing he’s ever done, but Percival’s bruising hands help pin him. Scared to death of remaining in place, scared to death of the consequences of not. He feels as though he will die either way. The penis is so large, it’s like he can feel it in throat but in reality, it’s just the feeling of choking on tears. Newt’s vision turns white.

At some point during the steady pounding in which Gellert is memorized simply by the in-out of penetration in which Newt’s rim becomes steadily redder and puffier, he realizes the various broken moans and raw screams have fallen silent. Newt has gone completely limp. Gellert knows he’s not dead though he’s accidentally killed for less – he can feel the pulse with his very cock.

It’s time for a change of position anyway. Gellert flips the pliant body around. Although his face is wet and blotchy red, Newt looks almost peaceful. He’s fainted. Gellert is annoyed as he is pleased.

Still, he doesn’t want that. He casts a wandless wakening spell. A hex used for torture in fact – known to keep one awake for days. Torture, or studying for exams that is.

Coming back into consciousness Newt’s eyes flutter open to see a blurry Percival hovering about him and he feels relief until his memory comes back with the feel of cock buried inside him and he lets out heart breakingly high pitched whine Gellert couldn’t imagine Newt could make. Such a pitiful creature.

Gellert keeps thrusting and Newt looks at him right in the eyes while he again begins to hyperventilate. He’s begging with those startled shining eyes which steadily fill with tears and overflow. His freckles become more pronounced the redder his face becomes. He’s fighting so hard to get oxygen and shaking like a leaf.

Gellert slows his hips, rocking with sensual languidness as he begins to undo the buttons of Newt’s shirt, “What is it, my Newt? You look like you want to say something.” He reaches to caress Newt’s face.
Newt takes the hand on his face and clutches it with the wild fever of a freshly trapped animal latching onto anything it can for support.

“D-do,” he tries so hard to choke out words between desperate gulps of air,” do you h-h…ah…h-hate me n-now?”

“No, doll,” Gellert uses his free hand to feel up the newly uncovered skin, scrapes a nail against an already thoroughly pebbled nipple, “I love you more than ever.”

Something about that forces an insane bark of laughter to break out of Newt. It quickly descends into unadulterated sobbing. Newt covers his face and just cries and cries, curling in on himself as best as possible while being fucked, subconsciously still attempting to jerk away.

Gellert can tell Newt isn’t getting any air with the way he’s panicking and carrying on, so he figures he better hurry things up lest he kill him for real. Fucking someone to death isn’t exactly part of his agenda.
He brutalizes the pace purely with the goal of coming, which makes Newt’s sobs to break into a scream again although it was not Gellert’s intention. On a whim, he pulls out just in time to cover Newt’s lightly scarred chest with his seed.

He tucks himself back in and makes sure his appearance is just as put together as it was before he destroyed Newt Scamander.

Newt just keeps crying. Gellert wonders if he realizes it’s over. “Come on now, breathe.”

He sits next to Newt on the desk, careful not to touch. He truly wants the man to calm down now and hopes to offer the same comfort the old Percival provided, “I’m so proud of you Newt. Everything is going to be alright now.”

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Writer here again -

Newt is definitely suspicious something’s off about Percival, but he’s too caught up in fear and guilt to see the truth. But it’s these events that eventually make him later realize Percival isn’t Percival at all. If I continue I’ll have some major hurt/comfort + the internal moments when Newt realizes it’s not Percival, and the finding of Percival. When Percival regains health and interrogates Grindelwald he of course taunts him with what he did to Newt who doesn’t want to tell Percival at all.

this was so heartbreaking but incredibly hot, I'm torn!

Yes wow yes I would definitely like to read the aftermath of this scene. Like how do your go on living after your worst nightmare has come true in the worst way possible? This was heartbreaking, in a good way.

Oh. My. God.

Oh my god! This is heartbreaking, poor Newt. The image of him covering his face and crying broke my cold dead heart. This is incredible, it's literally EVERYTHING i was looking for when I prompted this. I PRAY THERE IS MORE I NEED TO SEE HOW REAL PERCY REACTS TO HIS BBY NEWT. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

I'm ecstatic with the feedback!!! You're super welcome!!

I've got it on ao3 now http://archiveofourown.org/works/8779048/chapters/20124367

You might wanna read the second chapter in particular again since I added some stuff. I've got some ideas for Gellert having an unanticipated infatuation with Newt.

I did! Oh my god where Newt says I love you too, my heart fucking SHATTERED. I love it so so much and I really hope you continue soon!!!!

Hi again! I continue to write this on ao3 just so you know. I'll also post it here soon.

I've been following like a mad man! My user is SAG1795, I've been commenting and checking all the time!! I love you so much!!!!

Oh good!! I had a feeling that was you!! Wanted to be sure you saw it. Thank you for giving me a prompt that's making me excited to write for the first time in forever hahah

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