A/N- I have decided to start a new multi-part series! Woohoo!! Who knows how long I'll let this series last for. I've already written a few chapters and a prologue, and I cannot WAIT to write more. Enjoy the beginning of my first ever multi-part series, "Grudges". (P.S. let me know what you think in the comments!)
Finally, after searching for 6 days straight, the demiguise was right where Y/N wanted it. The creature peacefully ate away at the leaves he was holding, stopping when Y/N stepped into its sight.
"Don't worry, honey, I'm not going to hurt you. I promise." Y/N said, offering a bundle of leaves to the demiguise. He slowly looked between the leaves and Y/N, carefully dropping the stem he now held and walking over to her.
"See? I only want to help you. I don't think you belong here, now do ya?" She asked, taking a step away from the demiguise and opening her purse. Inside she had enchanted a magical habitat to hold the creatures she rehabilitated and relocated to their natural environments, if they seemed strong enough to survive in the wild.
Carefully placing the purse next to the wary demiguise, she held her hand out to pet him. He let her pet his head and soon moved closer to her, allowing her a better view of the marks on him. He had scratches along his neck and back, confirming her theory that he had been captured and forced into some cruel wizard circus.
"I can help you if you'll let me. You just have to follow me. I promise you more of these if you join me." Y/N carefully stepped into the bag to show the safety of it. As the demiguise started to step into the bag, a loud crack echoed through the clearing. When Y/N made it out of her bag, the demiguise was gone.
"Dammit!" She yelled, kicking her bag closed. Y/N turned around, trying to find the source of the sound only to find an equally-angered man storming towards her.
"What do you think you were doing? A demiguise isn't a creature you can just take! In fact, it's il-"
"If you would listen to me, sir, and stop accusing me of something, then you would know that I am a magizoologist hired by MACUSA to heal and relocate this animal to South Asia!" Y/N yelled at the man, closing the space between them and pressing her finger into his chest.
"That can't be true because I was hired by the Ministry of Magic to do the exact same thing." He retorted, anger and confusion passing over his face like waves, his hand holding her wrist and forcing her finger off his chest.
"Look, I don't know who you are, much less if you're telling me the truth, but I suggest you step away from me before I break your hand as loudly as you did my chance of helping that hurt creature." The man let go of Y/N, allowing her to grab her bag and apparate back to her hotel room.
"What the hell was his problem, Wiggy? I mean, I was so close to helping that poor demiguise. Now who knows if it's safe!" Y/N ranted to her billywig who had been hidden in her skirt pocket as she sat at her desk.
"And NOW I have to tell Mr. McFey that I failed to help the demiguise and prove to the rest of the department that I'm the weak little girl they see me as." Y/N couldn't tell if her tears were because of her anger towards the man in the forest, her fear of getting yelled at, or embarrassed acceptance that she'll only feed into the sexist thoughts of her coworkers, but what she did know was that she was royally pissed and would not forgive the man in the forest.
How Newt found himself in his current position, shirt pushed off his shoulders and down to his elbows, straddling Percival’s lap in his bed and grinding down on the erection poking him, with his husband enthusiastically sucking his nipples.
For this prompt: https://fantasticbeasts-kinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1184.html?thread=1958304#cmt1958304
Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33392377
Newt moaned, as Percival’s calloused hands cupped his pectorals gently before squeezing lightly. Milk beaded on both rosy nipples and Percival grinned, leaning in close to close his mouth around the left one, sucking lightly and the sensation sent sparks along Newt’s spine, to his prick that was getting harder by second. The dark-haired man pulled away with a loud smack of his lips, and Newt whined at the loss of the contact. “You love it, don’t you Mommy?” Percival murmured, hands stilling massaging the sensitive flesh, pinching the nipples with his thumb and index finger, coaxing more milk out. Newt shuddered, both at Percival’s ministrations and the new nickname. “You love it when I fondle and suck on your lovely tits? They are just begging to be played with.” Percival ended his words by giving Newt’s chest a hard squeeze, and Newt groaned at the pressure. He was so sensitive, and the other man wasn’t helping at all.
It had all started innocently. Newt had found an abandoned kitten hiding in a paper box in a dark alley. He’d gone to investigate because of the pitiful mewls that were almost drowned out by New Yorkers’ rapid footsteps and car horns. The kitten wasn’t injured, thank Merlin, but undernourished and in great need of nursing. Yet when Newt tried to offer him the bottle, it kept turning its little head aside and no matter what Newt did to lure it to drink, he refused. Newt was close to pulling his hair out, until he spotted the niffler nursing her babies. It was a sweet scene, the tiny babies all crowding around their mother for more food while Lizzie just looked serene, laying down and letting her babies do whatever they wanted.
That’s it. Newt immediately set out to look for the lactation spell. How hadn’t he thought of that? He was sure he’d used it some time ago for another beast that had trouble producing milk for her newborns. Once he did, he unbuttoned his shirt and pointed his wand at his chest. “Lacto!” It took a few minutes, but his nipples started hardening, becoming a darker shade of pink and his pecs grew into small mounds. Newt carefully picked up the sleepy kitten, gently cradling it in his arms and bringing it to his chest. Its little nose seemed to have smelt the milk, because the cat instinctively leaned in and licked at Newt’s nipple. He giggled at the kitten’s wet tongue touching the nub, and the kitten started sucking earnestly. Newt let out a relieved sigh. At least the kitten wouldn’t starve now. He was so focused on the small animal that he didn’t hear the door of his hut being pushed open. “Newt, dinner’s ready!” his husband called out.
Percival’s voice snapped Newt out of his reverie. “Coming!” he yelled back, and tried to detach the kitten from his chest. However, the kitten wouldn’t budge. It simply bit into Newt’s nipple harder. Good thing its teeth were still growing, or Newt would need to find a way to heal his poor nipple. Looked like Percival had to wait for him then.
Percival chuckled. “Now, which little monster is holding you up?” The sound of his footsteps became louder as he got closer to Newt’s hut and the door creaked open. “Do you need any help?” Newt turned around, still holding the kitten to his chest and saw Percival leaning against the doorframe, hands tucked into the pockets of his stained apron. “I made you your---” his husband broke off as he finally noticed the tiny creature now purring contently in Newt’s arms. “Oh.”
“The great Percival Graves is speechless over a harmless little kitten?” Newt couldn’t resist teasing his lover. He placed the kitten back onto the cushion that it was sleeping on and turned to face his husband again. “You were saying you made dinner?” He walked up to Percival, who remained rooted to his spot. When his husband stayed silent, Newt began to feel a little concerned. It wasn’t like Percival to just freeze. “Percy? Is something wrong?”
His husband didn’t answer. Instead, he reached out a finger, and traced the outline of the still hardened nub with his fingertip. Newt let out a surprised gasp. It felt different from when the kitten was nursing. Percival’s touch felt more intense and Newt shuddered as his hands repeated the motion. When he looked up to meet Percival’s eyes, he realised with a start that they had gone almost black because of the rapidly growing pupils, dark from desire.
“No,” Percival answered, voice low. “I was just surprised.” Both of his hands covered Newt’s chest, the centre of his palms massaging the nipples, and this time Newt couldn’t hold back his moan. “You looked just like a mother, nourishing the poor creature with your body, and that,” he emphasized, giving Newt’s pecs a hard rub. “Was fucking sexy.”
That was how Newt found himself in his current position, shirt pushed off his shoulders and down to his elbows, straddling Percival’s lap in his bed and grinding down on the erection poking him, with his husband enthusiastically sucking his nipples. The meal that he’d prepared, now getting cold on the dining room table, was the last thing on Percival’s mind. Dinner was right here. He slipped his hand into the back of Newt’s trousers and slid a finger along Newt’s hole, making his sweet husband gasp. “I’d love to put a baby in you.” Percival growled. “So that your chest will always be full of milk for me.” He rubbed the furled entrance harder, coating his fingers with a wandless lube spell to ease two inside Newt.
“Merlin, yes,” Newt hissed, too focused on chasing his own pleasure to be ashamed of his words, hips moving on their own accord to encourage Percival’s fingers to go deeper. Percival chuckled darkly and inserted another two fingers, scissoring and grazing over Newt’s prostate, making the redhead arch his back. He continued pumping his fingers in and out until Newt, impatient and deciding he was ready, rose and guided Percival’s prick to his entrance. The member slipped in easily and he moaned at the feeling of being stretched open. He felt full, like he always did when Percival fucked him, and that was exactly what Newt loved. He lifted up his hips and dropped back down, groaning when Percival thrusted up to meet him.
“Your little cunt just loves getting fucked?” Percival ran his hands down Newt’s flanks, before resting on his hips, “So slick and tight, just begging to have a dick inside it.” Newt’s face burnt from the dirty talk, but it just spurred his body on. He bounced harder, feeling more milk leak out from his nipples. His husband reached up at once to tug on the hardened nubs, before ducking his head down to catch one in his mouth again.
It was too much for Newt, with his chest getting milked and his hole getting pounded. He reached a hand down to wrap it around his forgotten erection and started stroking. He was so close, just a little bit more and he’d climax. Percival was almost there as well. His thrusts were getting faster and more erratic, mouth and hands working even harder on Newt’s chest. “Can’t wait to come inside you, watch your belly and tits grow big and round.” Newt howled, finally tipping over the edge and came, with Percival following him shortly, burying his face into Newt’s neck and groaning as he filled Newt up with his seed.
Both of them fell backwards into the bed, lying in a boneless heap and tangled up with each other. Newt turned onto his side, snuggling up to his husband and sighed contentedly. He and Percival had an active sex life, but this round was even more intense than usual. Percival wrapped an arm around his waist, bringing his body closer to his, not paying attention to the drying sweat, milk and come. “I think the spell will last for another two hours,” Newt murmured into Percival’s chest, “I might have to feed the kitten soon again.”
“Of course, Mommy,” Percival replied, stroking Newt’s hair. Newt could feel his face heating up again at the nickname. He knew there was no way Percival was going to let it go now, but he could feel his own spent cock getting interested again. “Is your chest sore though? I was a bit rough and the kitten…” He trailed off, sounding worried.
“No, I’m fine,” Newt said, laying a hand on Percival’s chest and feeling the comforting beat of his heart under his palm. “Besides, I… liked it.” He finished, face now burning at the admission.
“Oh? You did?” Percival teased, voice losing the concern just present seconds ago, “Well, I can’t let the cat have all the fun. We just have to make the most of the time remaining before it wants your milk again, don’t we?”
Alright, Newt thought, whimpering as Percival’s hands resumed kneading his tender mounds, he sure was in for a ride, but he wasn’t going to complain.
A/N: *Lacto is a spell I made up - apparently it means 'I give milk' or 'I suck milk' in Latin, so it can be applied to both Newt and Percival
Without my realising it, I've joined the Fantastic Beasts fandom, started hardcore shipping Newt/Original Graves (he lives, I dare you to tell me otherwise), finished reading all the fics I could get my hands on and scrolling through the kinkmeme. I lost interest in writing for a while but something about this pairing just got me into giving it a go again.
English isn't my first language and I think this is also my first time writing actual PWP, so comments and constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated!
Create any content you wish to show off a member of the family who is overlooked, needs more development, or is the newest addition!
I overlook my boy Jason a lot but now is his time to shine! Staring Jason Perphyra on Facts with Nico (FwN) these aren’t in any particular order
Jason was a Ravenclaw is school, seems to be the running theme with the perphyra’s either Ravenclaw or Slytherin
He is a first generation elf to have been fully raised in the human realm
Jason as most wood elves have nature magic and connections with animals but because I said so, Jason has a stronger connection with mother nature and her inhabitants
He is a werewolf, he was bitten when he was 14
Jason met his best friend Israel in Ethiopia while he was working on finding a niffler that was running around the muggle world
Jason was 24 when he first opened his creature reserve in Norway as that was where the first huge open lot popped up
He is the most irresponsible responsible person you will ever meet
He is a complete dickhead when he knows that he’s right or even when he’s wrong, he refuses to admit it
He has the most unhealthy coping mechanism I have ever seen…adopting more creatures to take care of, owning that many creatures can’t be healthy
The law? What’s that?
Broke into the ministry once
Stole a lot of artifacts from the ministry and sold them in knockturn alley
Has snuck out of hogwarts on numerous occasions to the forbidden forest
Has managed to bribe the spiders and centaurs in the forest
