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The Great Resisting Surge of New-Won Life by depugnare
Fandoms: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies)
02 May 2017
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Theseus Scamander was touted as a war hero, the great monster slayer, the man who never lost a duel.
They never said how he got those titles.
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- Part 4 of Firebird
Bookmarked by AccioNewt
20 Apr 2019
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Graves feels like life pressed against him, sweat slick as they writhe against each other in the dark. It’s strange to feel a pulse beneath his fingers after so long spent searching for heartbeats on the cold, still bodies of comrades. Like the soft roll of the ocean in the summertime, soothingly matched to the beat of his own heart.
They tumble into one of the empty sections of trench, fresh from a battle and still blood-smeared. Adrenaline pumps through them alongside their magic and it’s evident in how they pull at each other, like dogs starving for meat. They wrestle, pushing and pulling until Theseus finds himself pinned by Graves and he’s alright with that. Pulls him down for a kiss.
Graves bites at his lip and Theseus bleeds, tongue flicking out to chase after the salt in his own blood with the desperation of a starving man. He swallows the blood and then chases the sweat pooling at the base of Graves’ throat, yearning for that bitter salt taste again. Theseus is interrupted when Graves makes a fist in his hair and pulls his head back.
“I am not something you want to eat,” he gasps, breath hot against Theseus’ neck. “There is no iron for you in my blood. No matter how much I like your tongue on me.”
Theseus shivers when Graves gently rubs one of those sharp, sharp teeth against the trembling pulse in his throat. He chokes when Graves holds up a hand to his mouth, orders him to lick the palm. He does, and then nearly collapses when the other man reaches down and grasps his cock. Graves laughs, a short breathy thing, and presses a kiss to the underside of Theseus’ jaw. His lips always find a tender, vulnerable place to suck a bruise into.
“I love the sounds you make,” he whispers and Theseus stumbles, falling back against the wall of the trench. He hates the way this man makes him feel, like they’re not in a fucking warzone.
Graves tugs him up again, presses a hand to his back as he continues to stroke him. Pulls his own cock out and grinds against Theseus. They both stumble then, and Graves lets them settle against the earthen wall this time. Strokes them hard, almost painful as his palm dries. Theseus is slick with precome now though, and Graves soon follows. It’s terrifying and exhilarating, gasping together in the dark.
“Shh,” Graves whispers when Theseus cries out. “Shh, shh. Don’t give us away now.”
Theseus quiets, and that itself is more erotic than any press of flesh against his own. Graves’ ability to calm the screaming in his chest is a gift Theseus would kill for. Something he has killed for. The sex is only an aside, an output for the swirling of magic between the two of them. Graves squeezes both of them at the same time he reaches up and wraps a hand around Theseus’s throat, and Theseus comes with a shout strangled by Graves’ grip.
Graves pets him until he stops shaking, hands gentle on his face, soft in his hair. Theseus goes to reach for Graves and the other wizard smacks his hand away. He guides Theseus’ hands over his head, presses them into the wall.
“No, no, stay just like that. Look at me.”
Theseus does and stops breathing when he sees that wild magic swirling around in Graves’ eyes, teeth glinting white in the darkness. His heart thuds in his chest and when he starts breathing again. It’s the quick, faint gasps of a prey animal. Graves smiles before placing an open mouthed kiss against Theseus’ chest, right over his galloping heartbeat.
He comes a moment later, moaning softly against Theseus’ skin. They stay slumped against the wall for a moment, before Graves pulls them up again and tucks himself and Theseus back into their pants. Theseus is still breathless, dazed as he watches his breath steam in the cold December air. Graves grips his face and pulls him down, touching their foreheads together.
“God help me, but I do wish I could hold you like this forever.”
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the call of the newt by orphan_account
Fandoms: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies)
18 Sep 2018
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Inspired by the text: I just woke up to 3 voicemails from you. In the first one you just laughed for 3 minutes straight. In the second you did bird calls. In the third you were hysterically crying. Have fun last night?
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20 Apr 2019
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Newt’s brain valiantly tries to resuscitate itself and fire signals to process words. With fixing his phone or... that? Dare he even assume that?
“What. Do you mean?” he eventually asks.
His breath gets caught when Percival slowly moves, up and around the table, closer, oh god he's beautiful even from this close—
Disappointment sinks heavily into his being when he feels the phone being taken out of his hand and he opens his eyes—when did he even close them—just in time to see brown ones close and then it’s a mouth on his with a hand cupping his cheek. A noise of surprise escapes him and then he’s got his own hands on Percival, at the man’s waist, pulling him closer.
“With that?” Newt asks when they part, breathless.
“With that, if you don't mind,” Percival confirms with a smile, a smile that Newt tastes in the next second.
With no more doubts or patience he presses in deep, parted lips and shared breaths, slick and hot. They meet again and again at different angles, pulling away to lick and bite then returning to devour. In no time, Newt's already touching bare skin underneath Percival's shirt and admiring the dip of his spine while he himself has his head tilted back for kisses along his throat, shivering at the sensation.
Newt's heart is going to burst out of his chest.
“Per-Percy, there’s, we can—” Newt tries.
Percival pulls back and Newt briefly mourns the distance, watches the man smile slowly; goodness those swollen lips—
“Time for bed?” Percival asks, eyes dark with desire.
Swallowing, Newt nods.
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Crossroads (Extended Version) by ravensnwritingdesks for Too_Much_Fandom
Fandoms: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies)
26 Jun 2018
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“Are you sure you want to do this?”
Tina took a look at her sister, finally being her smiling and beaming self again as she got reacquainted with Jacob just on the other side of the room. But she would never forget Queenie's harrowed looks and tear-shot eyes as she stumbled upon her by accident. “Yes. I’m done with MACUSA, Newt.”Or: How Tina Goldstein breaks her ties with the Magical Congress of the United States of America.
(Extended, smutty version of this fic.)
Bookmarked by AccioNewt
20 Apr 2019
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His coat was the first thing to go, followed closely by the jacket underneath as Newt made short work of her own outer layers, tugging on fabric and pulling at buttons to get closer to her. She hungered for a touch of his skin as well, but fervent lips on her neck made the task of unbuttoning his waistcoat a difficult one. His shirt seemed nigh on impossible.
“Why do you wear so many layers?”
She whined in frustration, clutching at the concealing fabric as he fiddled with her own. A sigh escaped her lips when he finally reached her skin, one hand gliding along her waist below her camisole while the other cupped her breast through the thin cotton of her brazier. His thumb brushed over her already hardening nipple.
“Why do you?”
A smirk, and then his lips closed around the hardened pebble, chasing all thought of annoyance away. He took his time, touching and teasing her through, and then finally beneath, her under-most layers. His hands, his lips on bare skin made her quiver in delight.
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A moan escaped her at his first delicious touch and she clutched at his shoulders, keeping him close.
“Hush, love,” Newt chuckled. “We don’t want anyone interrupting now.”
No. No, they did not. Her head fell against his shoulder as nimble fingers explored her deep inside her step-ins, caressing her already slippery folds.
“This okay?” She nodded, eagerly moving against him for more.
Her sighs were muffled by the fabric of his shirt as he began to work her properly. And Mercy Lewis, he knew what he was doing. Pleasant shudders went through her as he circled her, little sparks whenever he crooked his fingers just so. They were soon followed by a wave of euphoria as she climaxed under his touch, biting down on his shoulder to keep quiet.
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She nuzzled her way up along his neck as she stroked his length to full hardness, smooth silk over firm steel. It was Newt now who needed to stifle his groans against her. His hand began to mirror her own rhythm, fingers still nestled inside her.
He tipped her head up for a longing kiss, followed by a heady look when their lips parted again. A silent question. A nod. Newt swiped all neat stacks of documents and stationary to the floor before urging her back on the desk, peppering her bare skin with kisses as she reclined.
“Have you done this before?” he asked huskily, gently nipping at he hollow of her throat.
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Pleasant shivers of anticipation went through her when she felt his length against her, sliding through her wetness before he finally lined them up. She sighed, a sound echoed by Newt mere seconds later when the blunt tip nudged into her, pushing slowly and but insistently until he was fully seated inside her.
“Oh, Tina.” She could feel him quiver as he paused, busying himself with soft kisses until she felt herself adjust to the intrusion. His wonderful, yet not enough intrusion.
Her leg went back around his waist, pulling him even closer to her. “Please, move.”
And so he did, slow and tentative at first until they settled into a rhythm that had her curl her toes in delight. The delicious drag of him inside her soon had her muffling sighs against her sleeve. Newt grinned and caught her in a kiss, gladly swallowing the sounds to produced in her with every thrust. The desk below them creaked softly with every motion. A sound that soon got lost between panting breaths and stifled sighs.
His hand dug into her hip, angling her just so as their need for a release quickly became more urgent. He sought her arm with the other and threaded their hands together. A small gesture that somehow managed to make the moment so much more intimate. So much more real.
Her release came sudden and washed over her with a force that shook Tina to the bone. Newt followed her there only moments after, gasping as he emptied himself deep inside her.
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Ninth Piece by maggiedragon for morwrach
Fandoms: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies)
17 Nov 2017
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No one gets Samhain off in the Department of Magical Security and on a night where magic misfires and beasts go berserk, Credence thinks it might be best that he stays in the Woolworth Building with his caretakers. Queenie Goldstein, however, isn't letting the holiday go completely uncelebrated.
Featuring divination games, a surprising number of apples and no one being good at that talking thing.
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18 Apr 2019
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The Tall and the Small by petofi
Fandoms: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies)
20 Jan 2018
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Fill for this prompt
"Theseus is a bloody tree. 6ft 5 at least. Percival hates being the shorter one, except for when he's being wrapped up in the other man's arms, then (and only then) he's the perfect size."
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- Part 1 of The Pajama Game
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- English
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16 Apr 2019