I've Gone Crazy Over This

I've gone crazy over this

his brother’s keeper - m. 

 ⤷ summary: after yet again pining for his brother’s girl, newt finds himself stuck between his brother and the woman he is in love with…quite literally.

𓇬word count: 8.0k 𓇬 pairing: theseus scamander | fem!reader | newt scamander 𓇬 genre: smut, porn with a little plot  𓇬 rating:18+ 𓇬 warnings: profanity, depictions of spiked drinks 𓇬 kinks: voyeur, cuckholding, breeding, creampie, menage et toi, oral (fem recieving), anal mdom/femsub/msub 𓇬 author’s note:Something you can think of as a sequel to rumors, or a stand alone one shot. I will definitely not see the pearly gates after this, I am so sorry in advance! I may be a bit rusty so please be gentle and accept this late Christmas gift as a New Years surprise. Expect more from me soon. ;)

     It was usually in conditions like these, when the streets of London were slick with cool wet, and the biting cold spread mist from hot mouths filled the air, that made a time meant for cheer and love, one of desolate solitude for those less fortunate. Whatever the circumstances may be, it is in these times Newt Scamander often found himself alone. Though, if you were to ask him yourself he would deny the accusation and snarkily ask if one could ever be truly alone when surrounded by magnificent creatures. Despite the best efforts of his brother, who cared for him most earnestly, Newt hadn’t spent the holidays with him in years. 

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a/n: happy birthday to my beautiful jade @tasteleeknow my heart my soul my shared brain cell i love you dearly i hope you have the absolute best day <3

you wake up to the sun for the first time in a while, no alarm there to jolt you from whatever rest your body catches onto for the night. your senses come to you one by one, the warmth of the sunlight peeking through the blinds, the softness of your duvet, the sound of pans and pattering feet eching softly from outside, creating a disjointed melody you would never get tired of hearing. it’s a song you’re used to in the mornings, but somehow it feels more special, more personal, today.

you take your time stretching yourself awake, brushing your teeth, taming your wild bed-mussed hair into something presentable before exiting your room. you’re immediately attacked with a wall of delicious scent, and you find yourself gaping before you even take a glance at the magnificent (and somewhat unnecessary, given that there’s only two of you) spread of food he’s presented on the table. and him, wearing a pair of joggers and a sweatshirt whose sleeves are too long for his arms and he has to keep pushing them back to have his hands free.

his eyes find yours almost immediately as he turns around, leaving behind the plate he was adjusting for the fifth time, like he can sense your presence in the room even though you’ve made no sound. there’s tiny galaxies swimming in his irises as he takes you in, the fondness clear as day through his wide smile.

“happy birthday, mine,” he croons, bouncing over to wrap strong arms around your entire body, trapping your arms against you as he practically lifts you up in his death squeeze. you blame that on the way your breath is taken away, but you know deep down that getting to see him in the morning does it to you every day, whether it’s waking up to him sleeping next to you or seeing him drowsy and squinty eyed as he makes coffee for both of you.

and the name he calls you, mine. a blatant display of his possessiveness for you, proof that he feels just as strongly for you as you do him, four letters that never fail to make your heart sing.

“you didn’t have to do all this for me,” you mumble when he lets you go, flattered and a bit embarrassed but so, so happy. there’s tall stacks of pancakes dotted with berries, fluffy eggs and crispy bacon, seared tomatoes and cut up fruit and steaming mugs with beautiful latte art decorated with care. it’s too much, just enough, all at once and your heart squeezes again in your chest.

“you didn’t have to do all this for me,” you mumble when he lets you go, flattered and a bit embarrassed but so, so happy. there’s tall stacks of pancakes dotted with berries, fluffy eggs and crispy bacon, seared tomatoes and cut up fruit and steaming mugs with beautiful latte art decorated with care. it’s too much, just enough, all at once and your heart squeezes again in your chest.

“of course i did,” he says, voice strong and adamant with a twist of shyness. “it’s for you. even this is not enough.”

and that’s it, isn’t it? his gentle love language, the way he pours his love into the things he does for you, in the ways he can’t explain with his words because he doesn’t know how. the way he presents you with things and massages and hugs, almost expecting rejection and lighting up when you do anything but that. hiding his pleased expression with sarcastic quips that you can see right through. you want to tell him that he could have presented you with a soggy piece of bread and you would still feel this way, special and important and loved.

you raise your hands to cup his cheeks instead, your language for him, and caress his cheekbones with your thumbs. his big eyes shine at you as if he’s looking at the sun, straight on and unblinking like he knows he might go blind but he doesn’t care one bit. he turns his head in your hands to press a kiss to one palm reverently, then the other, the only gift you want or need from him given so early in the day (although, you’ve seen the wrapped box he poorly hid in your shared closet days ago and chose to ignore it for his sake).

he leads you to the table, helping you sit before taking the seat next to you and serving you a heaping plate. you reach for your fork, but he stops you, taking his own and holding a bite out for you instead. you raise a brow at him as if to say really? but he just holds your gaze and tips the fork closer to your mouth. you let him feed you with a roll of the eyes and hold back a moan of appreciation when the pancake almost melts in your mouth, the tang of a blueberry complimenting the syrup he generously drizzled on top.

he’s smiling at you knowingly and you know you’re blushing, but you ignore him in favor of opening your mouth up for another bite, letting him take care of you.

it is your birthday, after all.

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soft hours

Heaven without fear

Credence Barebone x Dom!Fem reader

Requested by: no one at all😀

Warnings: Dom reader, sub credence, smut, swearing, edging.

Summary: Credence seeks out comfort from Y/n after his wicked care giver beats him, Y/n calms him down and comforts him in a more pleasurable way. Just for clarification the reader is a year younger than Credence.

A/n: (18+) YEAH YOU HEARD IT HERE FOLKS! (18+)....BUT IN REALITY!...I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!

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Y/n knew Credence for a while, she watched him from afar, once in a while talked to him, and even came by the church to see him. She saw the hatred his mother had for him, and it made Y/n's blood boil.

On occasion she imagined using the cruciatus curse on that evil woman, Credence had no idea she was a woman with magical abilities, until the day she came to him while Mary Lou was out.

"Credence, what did she do to you?" She had whispered in her usual kind tone. He shook his head and looked away from her.

"Let me help you." Y/n gently took his hand and guided him to his bed, she sat him down and unbuttoned his oversized cotton shirt.

She pressed her forehead to his and ran her finger tips over the red gashes on his chest, he let out a quiet whimper of pain and grasped her arm.

"Shh shh shh shh, it's okay. Let me heal you, Crede."

He slowly nodded allowing her to begin her spell.

"Vulnera Sanentur." She quietly chanted over and over until the gashes had disappeared.

"You're a witch?" He asked.

"Yes, you mustn't tell Mary Lou. Do you understand?"

Their eyes locked and he whispered...

"I promise."

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Now here Y/n was sitting on her couch, curled up in a warm blanket hidden away from the cold snow of the outside, when there was a sudden but quiet knock at her door.

"Who in the?" She grumbled.

Y/n began yelling from across the house, as she practically hauled towards the door.

"Listen, Bub! I don't wanna here nothin about no witches or wizards! I have no interest in half decaying meat! I don't want bug infested coffee beans nor do I desire to be criticized on what my lawn looks like!" She then swung open her door. "So I would rather you take your deseased up-"

She was cut off by the obviously upset young man in front of her, blood soaked the palm of his hand and his white shirt looked tattered and dirty.

"Credence." Y/n said, stepping out of her house and wrapping him in a tight hug. "Come inside before you freeze to death."

He fallowed her in and she took him into her washroom. She looked at him with worry in her eyes, y/n gently caressed his cheek and connect her lip with his.

"You can stay here. I don't want you going back." She whispered.

He pulled her into a warm embrace, hiding his face in the crook of her neck.

"I'll heat you a towel, get yourself washed up and I'll bring you some new clothes."

He nodded. Y/n turned and left the room, closing the door behind her. Credence removed his clothes and turned on the shower, stepping in he let the warm water run down his scarred skin.

Y/n gently knocked on the door and opened it slowly, she set his clean dry set of clothes on the sink and turned to leave until..

"Wait...could you heal my wounds? I don't want to get blood the new shirt."

She locked eyes with him and nodded, Y/n slowly removed her clothing and joined him.

"Give me your hand." She said.

He did so and Y/n chanted her spell, he towered over her watching and listening to her words, the way he felt for the young girl was like nothing else he experienced before. She was kind and gentle, Y/n actually cared about him and he could feel that, she looked at him with such love and protected him.

"I love you." He whispered.

She looked up at him and smiled, Y/n captured his lips in a passionate yet hungry kiss, she suddenly felt his hard member brush against her leg.

"Credence...I." Her voice came out breathy and soft.

"Please." He rested his head on hers and quietly begged. "Please, I need you."

Y/n smiled and gently took hold of his hard cock, he let out a hushed gasp and groaned into her shoulder.

"Shh shh, just feel it." She comforted.

Y/n began slowly stroking his member, Credence gripped her waist and began thrusting into her hand.

"Please please please." He whimpered.

"Please what? You want more?"

"Yes, Y/n I want more."

Her grip tightened and she rubbed him faster, Credence leaned down and started kissing and biting her neck, leaving marks all over her. His marks.

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"Where is Credence!?" Mary Lou's Voice rang through the church louder than the bells themselves.

Modesty looked down at her shoes, the same with the rest of the children. Mary had them lined up like criminals, she wanted to know, where? When? Why? And, how? Who done it? And where was the body? Who did she have to thank?

"I want Credence found!"

"No need." Y/n said calmly. "I know where my Credence is."

Mary Lou turned only to have a wand pointed at her hideous bob of a hair cut.

"You're a wicked!" She said while backing up.

"No you're the witch my dear, the one that beats children. Credence, the kindest boy Ive ever met."

"Where is he?"

"Somewhere you'll never find him, you won't even try."

"And why is that?"

"I'll give you one word." Y/n said. "Obliviate."

THE END ❤️

I hope you like it @kpopgirlbtssvt while you wait for your other stories

A WONDERFUL THING

[Credence Barebone x fem!Reader]

Parinings: Credence Barebone / Fem!Reader

Warnings/tags: Smut, mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal sex, NSFW, minors DNI.

It was not as if you could have a nice, normal relationship with him. You knew about him and he knew about you. You were a muggle. Him, an Obscurial. 

When you decided to move to the US for a better life, Jacob and Queenie didn’t hesitate to welcome you in their new home for a while, long enough for you to find a decent apartment. You had always known about the wizarding world, so different and intriguing from your non-magical one. In fact, you were a close friend of both Queenie and Tina and, when one day you found Queenie's wand in her drawer, you promised to not say a word about it to anybody. So, you did. You kept the promise. 

But finding out such a secret was very different from discovering that the man you fell madly in love with was an Obscurial. He never expressly told you that, mostly because he was perfectly aware of the fact that you already knew. Besides, you were a bright woman and you knew way too much of the magic world already. It didn't take you much time to find out the truth about him. 

Although, this didn’t cause you to run away from him like most did; on the contrary, you liked to take good care of the dark-haired man, to ease his pain and replace it with love, hoping that one day his Obscurus would just disappear. You would often have him for dinner in your own apartment, pepper the scars on his hands with soft kisses and constantly tell him how beautiful you thought he was. You would often smile at the cute way he sighed whenever you gave him a massage on your couch, enjoying the way his sore muscles instantly relaxed under your gentle touch. 

That night he came over to watch a movie with you. Needless to say, having spent so much time with you, he was pretty familiar with muggle technology and, although he didn't even know how to switch channel with the remote, he enjoyed spending some quality time with you. So he was there, sitting on the couch next to you, his head resting comfortably on your breasts and your right hand gently stroking his onyx, long hair. 

Your nails tenderly scratched his scalp, earning a soft hum from the slender man, and his hand timidly found its way to your thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb over your clothed leg. 

"Feeling good, love?" You whispered, prompting Credence to nod and let a bashful smile curve his thin lips. 

"Far too good." 

You let out a silent giggle, your chest rising as you took in a deep breath of air. You let your hand travel downward, your fingers slightly grazing his neck, his shoulder, his waist… his thigh. When you teasingly played with the leather of his belt, where his shirt had come untucked, his breath hitched and, as soon as he directed his gaze to your eyes, your face flooded with heath. It was not as if you never did it with him. You experienced the most carnal and passionate love with him every time you had the chance. But every time seemed like the first time, made of furtive looks, shy, gentle touches, that only led to an almost desperate desire that could only be filled by your two naked bodies perfectly molded together. 

"Do you want to feel better than that?" You cooed and your eyes never left his as your hand went to cup the tent that formed in Credence's trousers. You knew what he liked and what he didn’t like. And seeing you take the lead and guide him through sex was something that never failed to make his body shiver with anticipation.

His face flushed red with embarrassment, but at the same time he couldn’t find even a little piece of him that didn't enjoy the feeling of your hand where it was, so he simply nodded. He was getting harder every second your hand rubbed against his shaft, his hips bucking just slightly to gain more friction from your touch. 

You slid him under you so that you were atop him. As soon as you undid his pants and gently pulled his boxers down, his member flew out of his pants, hard and ready for you, the tip already dripping with a delicious stripe of precum. You licked your lips at the sight of that, at the sight of your man so deliciously undone under you, his cheeks rosy and sexual desire evident on his flushed face. You were usually the one to take the lead, to initiate your nights of passion, and you knew he enjoyed that. But that time was different. You found yourself to be taken by surprise when you felt Credence's slender fingers snake under your skirt and find your already dripping, naked core. 

"You're not wearing underwear…" he murmured and this time you couldn’t hold your gaze. 

Your face flushed red and a whimper escaped from your lips when you felt one of his fingers rubbing up and down your slit, spreading the wetness he found there, only to slip inside you a few seconds later. Between every ecstatic moan his boney fingers pulled out of you, your hand wrapped around his hard cock, giving a few, experimental pumps before picking up your pace and trying your best to not let that magical moment end too soon just by looking at the blissful expression on his face. His fingers arched, only to find the spot that never failed to drive you crazy, and repeatedly pressed there, sending you dangerously near the edge. The moment your eyes fell onto his hand, the one hidden under your skirt, you realised you couldn’t hold your gaze any longer. The sight of his wrist tensing and relaxing rhythmically, his fingers pumping inside of you and your juices already dripping down his hand, soaking it, sent an electric jolt straight to your core. 

"Rub me…" you breathed. "Rub me here…" 

You knew he needed guidance. You liked to help him understand what made you feel good and he liked it back, so you placed your hand on top of his, moving his thumb to your sensitive clit while another finger dipped inside of you, pumping in your wetness at an almost agonizingly slow pace. 

"Yes, like that…" you moaned as his thumb started rubbing against your sensitive bundle of nerves, his fingers arching just slightly to hit that spot inside your walls that never failed to make you come. "Credence…" 

As soon as his fingers picked up their pace, smothering your whole cunt with juices, you almost forgot about your hand stroking his hard manhood. His fingers thrusted into you almost desperately, mimicking a real penetration, spreading your folds and filling you up with pleasure. You rested your forehead against Credence's shoulder, your lips slightly parted in elated bliss as you moaned his name, your hips bucking desperately against his hands to get even more friction, chasing your release. 

"You've been so good to me…" Credence whispered in your ear and a shiver ran down your spine. "Now I want to make you feel good too."

That was enough to push you over the edge and a freight of pleasure collapsed over you, making your body quiver and squirm under his touch as you rode out your orgasm, jolts of electricity shooting straight to your core. 

It only took you a few seconds to come down from your height, your eyes meeting once again his deep, dark ones, your cheeks flushing and a long, distant buzz ringing in your ears. You didn’t give him time to speak: your lips collided, teeth clashing in a desperate attempt to assert dominance over each other, like it always happened every time you experienced love together. 

You both frantically took each other’s clothes off, tossing them to the ground and not even minding to close the curtains of the window. In less than a second you were atop of him, his hard shaft lining up at your wet entrance, and your lips gently grazed his, his breath hot against your skin. 

"I want to feel you come inside me…"

That was enough to make Credence throw his head back and pound into you so hard you almost screamed, not leaving you time to adjust to the full and stretched-out feeling. One of your hands gripped his shoulder hard, your nails almost scratching his skin, while the other found its way to the hair on the nape of his neck, pulling it just slightly. He stayed still for just a second, enjoying the way your silky walls clenched so comfortably around his cock, and a hand flew to your breast, cupping it gently and flicking your hardened nipple with a finger, only to cause you to whimper desperately under his velvety touch. 

You started rocking your hips against his, your movements synchronised with the way he thrusted deep and desperately in you, like his own life depended on you. You bounced your hips quicker and took him deeper with each stroke, pulling soft moans from the man who was coming undone in front of you. He was close, you could tell by the way he was clenching his eyes shut, by how still his shaft felt against your silky walls. The usually tender touch of his hands on your skin was replaced by him grabbing a handful of flesh from your thighs, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he moaned your name hoarsely, doubling down on his efforts to chase his release. 

"Yes, baby, yes! Yes, Credence!" 

You couldn’t help but scream his name when his cock repeatedly hit that sweet spot inside of you, sending you over the edge and pushing you into the never-ending abyss of your orgasm. You clenched around him, walls twitching and pulsing as you whispered his name into his ear between every moan. 

It didn't take long for him to do the same. He whispered your name hoarsely, his head thrown back as you milked out his seed, spurts of hot cum coating your walls as he rode out his orgasm until he was empty and you were full. You felt him twitching inside you many times, his legs almost shaking from the intensity of his orgasm. 

You were both panting, your face nuzzled into his shoulder as you both tried to catch your breath. His hand flew to your hair and started stroking it gently, earning a low groan of contentment from your tired body. He was getting soft inside of you, but you didn’t get off him; that feeling of fullness made you feel so good, so peaceful that you never wanted it to end. You were sure that, if he hadn't broken that comfortable silence between you two, you would have just fallen asleep like that. 

"You are the most wonderful thing that happened in my life…" 

It was barely a whisper, an almost inaudible praise. But it was loud enough to make your lips curve into a loving smile, your hand resting on the left side of his naked chest, just where his heart was thumping hard against his ribcage. 

"The feeling's mutual…" you replied. 

Your gaze wasn't fixed on him, but you knew he was smiling. And his smile was one of the most beautiful things you got to experience every day. 

«it’s high tide, baby.»

PAIRING: Minho x Fem! Reader GENRE: fantasy, pirate au, angst with a happy ending, enemies to friends to lovers, soulmates (I know you saw it coming), LOTS of pop culture references (two aldo giovanni and giacomo’s references italian readers this is for you), magic au WORDS: 23k WARNINGS: mention of murder, mention of drowning, smut  NOTES: I sure do hope you’ve read Chris’ merman fic because I’m feeding on my own lore / Ananke is meant as the greek goddess of fate / extra kudos to Black Desert for having an amazing map and kudos to me for using the videogame aesthetic because I don’t have enough creativity in me to come up with a fantasy world SUMMARY: 

«I think I’ve never missed Cleo so much.» you quietly sniffled. «Your lover?» Minho questioned immediately. «My cat.» you clarified without hesitation.

“«Everything is over, now.» the Captain spoke in a confident voice, «I won’t let anyone else hurt you.» he added, before capturing his lover’s lip in a gentle kiss.” «Oh, holy fuck,» you blurted out as soon as you read that sentence, closing the book out of instinct, «holy shit, finally!» you added to yourself, completely aware about the fact that you were smiling like an idiot at no one but the now finished book in your lap but well, you couldn’t help yourself. It was a book you’ve randomly found in the book-store next to your workplace, its cover had nothing special that immediately jumped to the eye: it was relegated in leather, some golden details that recalled the title written in beautiful handwriting. Actually, if you had to be completely honest, the detail that convinced you to buy it was the small golden stone embedded right under the title, instead of the actual plot – plot that in the end you came to adore. «You are really lucky, this is the only copy that has been sent to us.» had said the old lady working there, making you furtherly curious and giving you another reason to buy it. It was a love story, but it contained the right amount of adventure as well. Christopher, a young and fearless pirate, was not only the Captain of the Golden Fleece – who was capable of intimidating anyone who saw its sails in the distance, but he had become the head of the entire commercial network that passed through the sea. Chris had at least 200 fleets under his command, each of them committing various raids in the name of their Captain, whose now was able to sail wherever he wanted without getting his hands dirty as he had done in the past. During his adventures, he eventually fell in love with a girl – Leana, who was originally engaged with a navy’s soldier; after an awful lot of vicissitudes and obstacles in the path of their happiness, Christopher eventually stole her away – he’s a pirate after all, making her a member of his crew and finally allowing each other to live their so craved love story. Of course, the Captain would have never made it alone; his seven long time friends had always been more than ready to help him and support him in every case of need. Among his crew, you definitely had a personal favourite: Lee Minho, a young former bounty hunter enamoured with the feeling of freedom he felt while sailing that definitely made your heart race more than once. He was straightforward and sarcastic, a reason why Christopher found himself asking for Minho’s advice the most; despite his strong personality, he truly cared for his friends, and he considered them like a family. Chapter by chapter, you found yourself admiring his character so much that you anticipated every one of his appearances, eager to read more about him. «Oh, Cleo, can you imagine a love like this?» you sighed dreamily, absently running your fingers through your cat’s thick fur, Cleo simply mewled at you, a faint noise that you interpreted as a proper answer, «or a life like this.» you added, your voice suddenly turning a little more hesitant, a little more lonelier. During the last few months, your life had fallen into an incredibly boring and obnoxious loop: go to work, finish your shift with an incredible amount of stress spreading through your body just to stop in order to buy groceries on your way home, see some friends once in a while, take care of your cat and repeat, repeat, repeat. Of course, you would have felt a lot lonelier if it weren’t for Cleo: you found her sitting in front of your apartment complex on a random day two years ago and since then she started living with you, as if she had been expressively been waiting for you to find her that day. «You always look angry, don’t you?» you cooed at her, hoisting her into your lap as to cuddle her a little closer. «Just like your mom.» you referred to yourself, shortly drowning your face in her soft fur, loudly smooching her a few times; Cleo mewled, as if she was exasperated at your behaviour and you quietly giggled, your soft laughter shifting into a sigh as your eyes fell on the book once again. “I was really lucky to get the only copy of this,” you definitely had loved everything about the story, to the point to start fantasizing and wondering what could their next adventure be now that the crew gained a new very special member. Did Chris and Leana got married in an actual chapel or did they ask someone in their crew to randomly marry them just like Elizabeth Swann and Will Turner did? Engrossed in your thoughts, you didn’t realize that you ended up drifting off on your couch – still uncomfortably wearing your jeans, and therefore, you definitely could not notice about the strange events occurring as soon as sleep overcame your senses. The book you were holding in your hand seemed to be woken up by a curious kind of magic, as the golden stone began to glow in a faint light; the book opened by itself just as if it possessed personal will, and its pages quickly turned back and forth by themselves. The book’s golden glow gradually seemed to shine brighter and brighter, and it eventually woke you up. «What the-» you mumbled, confused, when you felt as if someone or something was harshly tugging at your soul and all of a sudden, you felt like you couldn’t breathe anymore. The book had closed once again, politely placing itself on your coffee table; the glowing had completely disappeared, and the golden stone returned to its original plain looking appearance. However, in what has always been your home, all traces of your presence seemed to have vanished altogether.

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