Poor Newt! He’d be so humiliated. No wonder he has a hard time keeping up with his lessons when he’s so distracted… it’s nice of Albus to offer special tutoring sessions to help him catch up.
I love the thought that to Newt it’s a humiliating experience that he struggles to endure, while for Albus it’s just… something to pass the time during a dull lesson. No big deal. Newt starts to dread Dumbledore’s classes, but Albus always looks forward to trying out new ideas for how to play with Newt.
Newt is so desperate, he doesn’t even think about it before he agrees. But after hours of teasing, of holding back his own orgasm, he’s just out of his mind with need. He’s caught between doing anything to stay in school and doing anything to come. He’s a wrecked, sobbing mess by the time Albus gets back, his cock so hard it’s painful, his cheeks stained with tears.
Maybe Albus offers to let him stay, but on the condition he’s kept denied the entire time. Not even allowed to touch, or he’ll be expelled.
Poor Newt, I love this. I could see it as them not realizing what happened because Newt doesn’t understand and struggles to articulate it, or having a good idea but seeing it more as an opportunity than a problem. Either way Newt is stuck, and I bet if he told anyone else at school they’d tell him he was lucky – everyone has a crush on Professor Dumbledore, it’s a fantasy come to life!
I also love the idea of Newt not knowing how to feel about it. On the one hand it makes him feel weird not to know what happened nor understand why, and he feels like what he thinks happened probably shouldn’t have and he can’t really explain why? But on the other hand he remembers how insanely good it felt, how safe and wanted he felt while it was happening, and not only did he not say no but he actively wanted it to keep going. And some part of him wants to feel like that again, even though it makes him uncomfortable to think about.
Basically, vulnerable and confused Newt without the experience or support system he needs who just keeps getting pulled further and further in by Dumbledore, who’s all too good at recognizing his situation
Ooooh boy. Idk about Dumbledore’s morality in canon, but I can totally see a dark!AU in which he takes advantage of young Newt. Invites him to his office for tea one day maybe, and Newt is overwhelmed by the offer. The whole school has a crush on him, and Newt is no exception. They talk for a while, but Newt starts to feel drowsy and he doesn’t quite remember how he ended up in Professor Dumbledore’s lap? But there are hands roaming over him, lips and the scratch of a beard against his cheek, and he feels really good. He nuzzles in against Dumbledore’s shoulder and lets himself be swept away.
Prompts: Impact Play | Cuckolding | Hand-jobs | Threesome (or more)
Underage, Rape/Non-Con Elements
Chapter tags: Gellert Grindelwald/Original Percival Graves, Gellert Grindelwald/Original Percival Graves/Credence Barebone, Extremely Underage, Rape/Non-Con Elements, Kissing, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs, Cuddling & Snuggling, Innocence, Shota
Credit where it’s due, this was absolutely inspired by @thepiperofhameln‘s wonderful art
Percival is roused by the sound of little feet on the bedroom floor, and a sniffle at the bedside. The room is shrouded in darkness, the curtains drawn so that not even faint moonlight spills through, but when he cracks his eyes open he can just make out the shape of his little boy standing there hugging himself, too scared and shy to ask his daddy to wake up.
“Bad dream, baby?” he mumbles, tongue still heavy with sleep, and Credence nods. His poor boy. He’s too young for all those nightmares. “You want to sleep with Daddy and Papa?” Another nod, and Percival pulls the covers back so Credence can climb into his arms. “We’ve got you, baby boy, c’mere.”
The bed is soft and warm and Credence cuddles into it immediately, his little body snug against Percival’s and so completely trusting. He clings, tiny hands holding on to Percival’s shoulders, little heart fluttering in his chest, legs wrapping around Percival’s waist. He wears only the loose nightshirt Percival had dressed him in before bed, which isn’t quite long enough to cover his plush little bum.
Percival wraps one arm across Credence’s back and uses the other to cradle his soft behind, and rolls them so that Credence is snuggled right between him and Gellert, caged in by their bodies.
Gellert stirs and grunts in his sleep, not yet realizing that their sweet boy has joined them. Percival knows he won’t mind being woken up, not for Credence. The boy reaches for his papa, little hands grasping, tucking his nose into Gellert’s shoulder, and Gellert has an arm around him before he even really wakes. He meets Percival’s gaze in the dark, surprised but pleased to wake up with an armful of baby boy, and his expression melts into a soft, hungry smile, bending his head to murmur in Credence’s ear. “Do you need Daddy and Papa to chase the nightmares away, sweet boy?”
Credence nods against him, and Percival knows that his little squirms have the same effect on Gellert as they do on him. Credence looks so content snuggled between them, his Daddy at his back and his Papa at his front, safe and protected in their bed.
Gellert eases back, putting just enough space between them that he can duck down and place a kiss on Credence’s forehead. Credence makes a quiet, happy noise, squirming back against Percival in search of body contact, while Gellert peppers him with kisses. His cheeks, his nose, his chin, his lips – Credence is still learning how to kiss back, but the way he opens his mouth for Gellert’s tongue makes Percival’s cock twitch.
He plays with Credence’s bottom while they kiss, slow and sloppy. He squeezes his plump cheeks, working a hand between his little legs so that he can press a finger right to that tiny hole and rub, adoring the way his baby sticks out his behind and relaxes so easily. A quick grab for the tube on the bedside table and his fingers are nice and slick, sliding inside that tight baby channel and slowly working him open.
He presses tender kisses to the crook of his boy’s neck as he works himself inside, making Credence giggle and shiver with how his lips tickle.
Credence is panting into Gellert’s mouth by the time Percival is ready to press his cock inside, easing it into his body bit by bit. His hole flutters at the intrusion, gripping his Daddy’s dick, and Percival groans. He knows it’s a lot for his boy to take, his little body stretching so wide; he’s slow and gentle, and when he’s finally fully seated with his hips flush to his boy’s bottom he just rocks, letting Credence feel him moving inside.
“How does it feel?” Gellert coaxes, and Credence whines softly.
“G-good, Daddy, good…”
“Do you like having Daddy in your bottom?”
“Uh-huh… ‘s good, uh, in my tummy.”
Percival has to bite his lip on a moan, fisting a hand into the sheets to keep his hips slow and gentle and stop himself from pounding his boy into the mattress.
“But what about Papa? Can Papa play too?”
Credence nods, eyes big and round, and Gellert takes his little hands and guides him down to his cock. It takes both hands to wrap around his length, and the awe on his face as he grips it is beautiful. Gellert helps him start to stroke and then goes back to kissing him, open mouthed and filthy, while Credence moves his hands. He’s clumsy and his strokes uneven, but he tries so hard to make his Papa feel good, his little brow creased in concentration. Gellert doesn’t seem to mind.
Percival is confident that by the time they’re done, nightmares will be the last thing on his baby boy’s mind.
Prompts: Praise-kink | Body Swap | Aphrodisiacs | Incest
Rape/Non-Con, Underage
Chapter tags: Newt Scamander/Theseus Scamander, Sibling Incest, Extremely Underage, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Cuddling & Snuggling, Manipulation, Praise Kink, Kissing
Theseus has his baby brother all to himself. Everything in his life is falling into place, and oh, this is the cherry on top of it all.
He has another three weeks before he starts at the ministry, and what better way to spend it than with his family, home for the summer one last time?
His parents had been glad to have him – his mother especially – but tonight it’s just him and Newt. After much reassuring from Theseus that he really didn’t mind, not one bit, his mother and father had left for a two day business trip to London.
And Theseus really doesn’t mind. Not one bit.
He couldn’t possibly mind taking care of Newt, because Newt is lovely. He’s clever and excitable and delicate in his own way, so compassionate and curious about the world. So small, and so soft. He looks just like an angel with those big, blue eyes of his.
And the best part is, Newt adores his big brother.
Theseus makes Newt a very special mug of hot cocoa, smiling when his eyes light up at the treat. After he’s drunk it all down Theseus puts on the radio and Newt happily accepts the invitation to climb into his lap, snuggling down against him with the unselfconsciousness only a child possesses.
It’s impossible to concentrate on the radio with Newt’s warm body pressed so close to him, squirming every now and then to get comfortable. Theseus wraps his arms around him, prompting a happy sound from Newt, and buries his nose in his soft, clean hair. He smells like childhood, and it’s intoxicating.
Theseus knows he has to move slowly until the drug takes effect – he doesn’t want to frighten Newt, and the last thing he wants is to spend the evening consoling a crying six-year-old. So he starts carefully, just rubbing a hand up and down Newt’s back, getting him accustomed to the touch before letting his fingertips find the strip of exposed skin where his shirt has ridden up. Newt giggles like it tickles, so Theseus presses his palm flat to give him a deeper touch.
It isn’t long before his breathing becomes shallow, and he starts to squirm like he just can’t sit still. “‘M too hot, Thes,” he mumbles, and god, could he be any more perfect?
“Yeah? Okay baby, c’mere.” Theseus shifts Newt on his lap, sitting him upright so he can get to his shirt buttons. “Let’s cool you off a bit.”
Newt lets himself be undressed, too young to know he shouldn’t. His eyes are glassy, his rosy cheeks brightly flushed, and when Theseus gets his shirt off he sucks in a breath to see how that flush extends all the way to his tiny, pink nipples.
Now that he’s gotten a taste he just needs to see more, and he makes Newt move so he can strip his pants and underwear off too, leaving him with a lapful of naked little boy.
“Baby, you’re beautiful.” He means it. Theseus takes it all in; his body is still chubby with baby fat, everything so small and just the right size to fit in Theseus’ hands. His lips, so plump and inviting. His little hands, grasping at Theseus’ shirt. And god, his tiny cock standing up proud between his legs.
Newt follows his gaze, and he frowns. “Why’s it doing that?”
“Because you’re happy,” Theseus answers, unable to pry his eyes away. “Here, see? Mine is too.”
Curiously Newt looks to Theseus’ crotch, taking in the growing bulge there. With a little encouragement he reaches out one hand to feel it, and Theseus hisses through his teeth.
He’s had enough. He quickly shucks off his own clothes, keeping Newt as close as he can while he does it, bringing him in to lay skin to skin against his chest, his baby brother settled right over his dick.
“That’s it, you’re such a good boy.”
Newt is quickly losing the plot, Theseus can tell. His breathing is quick, head lolling against Theseus’ shoulder as he mumbles something with those cute lips, arms draped limply around his neck.
Theseus can scarcely decide where to start. He squeezes Newt’s round bottom, fingers digging into the flesh, but he can’t ignore that sweet little mouth – Newt is drooling a little, his lips glistening, and Theseus quickly yields to the temptation they offer. He can’t pass up the opportunity to take his little brother’s first kiss.
Newt doesn’t know what to do when Theseus’ lips meet his own, but eventually Theseus coaxes his way inside that little mouth. He tastes so good, and Theseus swallows down each little whimper, he suckles on his lips, presses his tongue deep inside, exploring him and savoring every moment.
His cock twitches against Newt, and he thanks the stars for giving him such a perfect baby brother.
Commander Grindelwald greets his General and his boy.
(Inspired by Chapter 4 of
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YES. YES I WOULD. Gangbangs are haaaaaaard tho, there are so many characters to keep track of. I’ve written two now and omg it’s difficult. But. Graves going into heat, eyes glazing over at all those strong alpha scents surrounding him, their warm hands on his body, stripping him of his coat, his clothes – and the Director goes unresistingly, so wet for them already – yeah, I’d write it XD
It’s a diplomatic assignment that goes terribly wrong, except that somehow Graves can’t bring himself to mind, even days later. There was a mix up with his luggage, as in, he now has no luggage. And therefore, no suppressants. He thinks he’ll be fine, it’s only a couple days and then back on the ship to America, and suppressants don’t wear off that quickly, do they?
They do. He feels himself flushing with his heat right in the middle of negotiations. His hole is growing warm, wet, loose, and he tries to excuse himself but barely makes it around the side of the table before he feels a hand on his chest, pushing him back. He looks up at the other man – the alpha – taller than him, stronger. His body goes lax, pliant, and his lips part on a moan.
OR
Graves is undercover. He’s playing the part of the submissive omega, and it’s honestly shocking how much information he’s able to get just by looking pretty and being in the right room at the right time. It’s not exactly heroic, but it’s his assignment and it’s working.
Until the leader of the group he’s spying on decides looking pretty isn’t enough, and switches out his suppressants for something useless.
His heat slips over him easily. One moment he’s committing the details of their leadership to memory, and the next he’s feeling warm and tingly, body relaxing back against the couch, eyes glassy as he waits for one of them to mate him.
OR
Percival gets his first heat while he’s at school, and some of the older alphas decide to show him exactly what an omega is good for. He’s overwhelmed with hormones, endorphines, the changes to his body, and he cries at first, tries to say no and please and don’t but they just knot him so well.
Maybe the Internet Raised Us – Read it on AO3!
Newt is fourteen and struggles to connect, and the internet is one of the only places he can be himself. Theseus just wants what’s best for his little brother, and will do just about anything to make sure he’s all right.
But when it turns out Newt’s new internet friend Percy isn’t who he claimed to be, Theseus is faced with a desperate situation – one with Newt hanging in the balance.
Chapter: 6/6
Warnings: Non-con and underage
I am so excited about this fic, and I would absolutely love it if you checked it out! I never would have managed it without the enthusiasm and encouragement of @fantastic-beasts-smut – thank you so much ❤
The whole thing is written and I’m planning to update it weekly on Tuesdays, but I can’t wait to share it – please let me know what you think!!
Photos:
Leta Lestrange – Amandla Stenberg; Newt Scamander – Eddie Redmayne; Theseus Scamander – Ewan McGregor; Seraphina Picquery – Carmen Ejogo; Percy – Colin Farrell
If you’ve been waiting until it’s finished to read, now is the time. 20k of predator Graves, incredible big bro Theseus, kick ass Seraphina, and of course energetic, lonely Newt. If you’re into darker fic, check it out.
Maybe the Internet Raised Us – Read it on AO3!
Newt is fourteen and struggles to connect, and the internet is one of the only places he can be himself. Theseus just wants what’s best for his little brother, and will do just about anything to make sure he’s all right.
But when it turns out Newt’s new internet friend Percy isn’t who he claimed to be, Theseus is faced with a desperate situation – one with Newt hanging in the balance.
Chapter: 5/6
Warnings: Non-con and underage
I am so excited about this fic, and I would absolutely love it if you checked it out! I never would have managed it without the enthusiasm and encouragement of @fantastic-beasts-smut – thank you so much ❤
The whole thing is written and I’m planning to update it weekly on Tuesdays, but I can’t wait to share it – please let me know what you think!!
Photos:
Leta Lestrange – Amandla Stenberg; Newt Scamander – Eddie Redmayne; Theseus Scamander – Ewan McGregor; Seraphina Picquery – Carmen Ejogo; Percy – Colin Farrell
It is 5k of straight smut, but do be sure to check the tags first – this is a v dark chapter
Mercurial Tenacity 