#fantastic beasts: crimes of grindelwald

[wwemcumuscleslover]

Mads Mikkelsen and his incredible experience on playing hypnotic evil guys...

[trappezoider]

Dumbo's and Grindo's first kiss? :D

[dmitri-smerdyakov]

JK Rowling is being a Holocaust denier now…makes sense now why in Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald, she wrote the villain as evil for wanting to prevent the Second World War - and by default the Holocaust - from happening 💀

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

good morning, love

pair: Newt Scamander x reader

summery: waking up with Newt

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The soft morning light streamed through the windows of your shared apartment, casting a gentle golden glow over everything it touched. You stirred beneath the warm, cozy blankets, snuggling deeper into their embrace, feeling a familiar presence beside you. Newt was already awake, as he often was, but he hadn’t moved far. Instead, he remained at your side, his body half-turned toward you, watching you with those gentle, adoring eyes that always made your heart flutter.

You opened your eyes slowly, and the first thing you saw was his warm smile, one that felt like home after a long journey. Newt, with his tousled chestnut hair and soft freckles, looked like a dream — but this was your reality, your forever.

"Good morning, love," he whispered, his voice tender, as though speaking too loudly might disturb the delicate peace of the morning.

"Mmm, good morning," you murmured, your voice still thick with sleep as you curled closer into him, seeking his warmth. He wrapped his arms around you without hesitation, pulling you into a soft, protective embrace.

His hand traced gentle patterns on your back, the touch light and soothing, sending shivers down your spine in the most delicious way. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the comforting scent of him — a mix of fresh earth, parchment, and a hint of something uniquely Newt.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

"With you here? Always," you replied, your voice muffled against his skin. You could feel his soft chuckle vibrate through his chest, and it made you smile.

Newt’s long fingers found their way into your hair, gently untangling any knots that sleep had caused, as if each strand of hair deserved the same delicate care he gave to his beloved magical creatures. You closed your eyes, completely lost in the warmth and safety of his arms.

For a moment, there was no outside world. No magical creatures to tend to, no dangerous adventures — just the two of you, wrapped up in each other. Newt’s hand slowly moved to cup your cheek, tilting your face up toward him. You met his eyes, and your breath hitched. How was it that, after all this time, he could still make your heart race with just a look?

"I love you," he whispered, his voice soft but full of sincerity, as though the words themselves were a treasure meant only for you.

Before you could reply, his lips were on yours, gentle and slow, as though he had all the time in the world just to kiss you. It was a kiss that spoke of deep affection, quiet devotion, and the endless love you shared. His lips moved softly against yours, and you melted into him, letting yourself get completely lost in the feeling of him.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathing a little heavier, though the smile on Newt’s face was soft and sweet, his eyes sparkling with love.

"You make everything better," you whispered, resting your forehead against his.

Newt’s arms tightened around you, as though he never wanted to let go. "And you… you make me brave."

You couldn’t help but chuckle softly at his words. "Brave? You’re one of the bravest people I know, Newt."

His cheeks flushed a bit, and he ducked his head, that familiar bashfulness showing itself. "Only because of you," he murmured, his voice a little quieter now, as though sharing a secret.

Your heart swelled, and you kissed him again, this time just a soft peck, lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "I love you," you whispered against his lips.

Newt’s response was to pull you even closer, if that were possible, wrapping his arms securely around you, as if you were the most precious thing in the world. In his arms, you felt cherished, adored — like you were his home, just as much as he was yours.

You snuggled deeper into his embrace, resting your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Newt’s hand resumed its gentle stroking of your back, a soothing lullaby of touch that made you feel safe and at peace.

Outside, the world continued on, but here, in this moment, it was just the two of you, wrapped up in love and warmth, in the softest kind of forever.

[henry-the-queer-artist]

[peaky1wh0re]

Favorite Brother duo

[neick-hitlz]

- please. .?

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- 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 please. . .? (╥ᆺ╥ ;)

[its-sweet-like-cinnamon]

Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald 2018 || dir. by David Yates

[facettenherz]

If Albus would still be with Gellert…

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Hey,

Could you please write a Grindelwald one-shot, where he get‘s jealous, because Theseus kept looking at fem!reader during the tea party.(the one with the „assasination“ attempt). After the Jacob incident they return back to Nurmengard and he claims what‘s his.(smut?)

Grindelwald X Reader: My love is mine, all mine

Warnings: Smut, mean Grindelwald (very tame), Jealousy, meantions of heartbreak (very quick), p in v, creampie, female anatomy, fingering, male anatomy, porn with little plot, no use of y/n, not proofread.

Word count: 1,5K

You can feel his eyes on you. Even without looking in his direction you know for sure he is still staring at you. You keep your head held high, eyes looking forwards, completely ignoring his presence. You’re not the only one who noticed his presence. Beside you Grindelwald shifts, his hand moving to rest on your thigh. The action causes you to look over at him. He doesn't spare you so much as a glance, he doesn't need to, the mere touch of his skin on yours tells you everything. 

He’s jealous.  

He knows of your history with theseus. You’d joined Grindelwald’s cause after Thesues had told you of his proposal to Lita. You’d been in love with the older scamander for years and the idea of him loving someone else had broken something inside you. The rage that filled you had made you the perfect recruit for Grindelwald. He’d found the pain inside your heart and promised you revenge. What neither of you had expected was the feelings you ended up developing for each other. Grindelwald had mended your broken heart and given you a way to let your anger out without judgement. 

You raise your glass to your lips, taking a sip of your drink, head slightly turning to the side. From the corner of your eyes you saw Theseus. Your face showed no emotion but your heart skipped a small beat at the sight of him. He hasn't changed much since you’d last seen him.You felt something squeeze your thigh harshly, causing you to turn to look at Grindelwald. His bicolored eyes bored into yours, a small snarl showing up on his features  as he moved to look over your head at Theseus before returning his gaze to you. He opened his mouth to say something but before he could a shout ripped through the room causing him to shift his attention. 

“Assassin!”

Your head snapped up at the sound of your eyes finding the figure of Jacob Kowalski. And he was pointing a wand at Grindelwald. Jacob raised his wand over his head, a storm forming on the ceiling above. You looked over at Grindelwald curiously. Was this man not a muggle?  You didn;t have much time to express your confusion because all hell seemed to break loose in a matter of seconds. Grindelwald grabbed your hand, camply leading you away from the table and out the door. You turned around just in time to see Jacob and a woman disappearing into a cluster of paper. 

Your body launched forwards as you arrived at Nurmengard. Grindelwald dragged you along not stopping until he reached his private quarters. You kicked your shoes off, sighing with annoyance.

“Well that was a complete mess.”

Grindelwald remained silent, his back turned to you as he stared out the window. You make your way to him.

“Don’t worry, love. It’s just a small set back we will-”

“Have I made it clear?”

You gave him a questioning look. Confused as to what he was talking about.

“Have I not shown them time and time again that you belong to me?”

Ah. So that's what this was about. 

Grindelwald wasn’t known for his patience or his kindness. He was known for getting what he wanted by any means necessary. And on occasion he was known to harm anyone who tried to take something from him. Theseus wasn’t a threat. Deep down Grindelwald knew this but in the moment it didn’t matter. He needed to know that you were his. 

Only his. 

You placed a palm over his chest, your other hand moving to cup his cheek. You gave him a small smile which he didn’t return. You didn’t mind, you knew in a couple of minutes he would get what he wanted and all of this would be long forgotten in the morning. That didn’t mean you were going to make it easy for him. 

“He means nothing to me. You’re the only one I want.”

You gasped as Grindelwald's hand wrapped around your chin, tugging your face up harshly. You groaned as his hand put pressure on your neck, his eyes glowing with a bit of madness as he did so. He tugged your lips to his in a rough pace. His teeth clashed with yours, his tongue lapping at your mouth. You felt your feet pad against the ground rapidly as Grindelwald pushed you towards his desk. A whine left your lips as your back collided with the wood, but it quickly turned into a moan as Grindelwald bit into your lips. He wasn’t always like this. There were nights when he was a gentle lover. But when he got like this, his whole body burning with jealousy, the loving side of him disappeared completely, letting the animal inside take control. He parted your legs, slotting his body into the gap. A groan escaped from his lips as his growing bulge dragged against your clothed cunt. His hands trailed down your legs, bunching up your dress so that he could get a clear view of your underwear.

“Grindelwald…”

His eyes shifted to gaze up at the sound of his name falling from your lips. Your face was flushed, lips parted as you let out shaky breaths. It was incredible how easily he could get you all worked up.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Is that so? Ready to prove it to me?”

You nod eagerly, causing him to give you a wolfish grin.His hand runs against your clothed folds, making you squirm.

“Behave.”

You bite your lip at his tone, swallowing down a moan as he shifts your underwear to the side. His nimble fingers plunge into you without warning. You cling to his shoulder, small noises escaping your lips as he begins to curl his fingers inside you. He lets out a small pant, a slight indication of the effect you have on him. As much as he wants to torture you he knows he won’t be able to controle himself for a lot longer. Your walls clench around his fingers.

“Please.”

“What is it my love?”

“Need you.”

“Is that so?”

He scissor his fingers making you moan.

“I saw you looking at him. Do you wonder what he’d feel like? Do you think he’d be able to give you pleasure like I do?”

You shake your head, your brain far too lost on the feeling of his fingers to answer verbally. At your lack of response, he slows his fingers making you shine.

“Answer me.”

“No only you can make me feel like this.”

“Good.”

Grindelwald removed his fingers from inside you. Before you can complain about the lack of him, his hands are moving to his pants, unbuttoning them before tugging his dick free. You swallow at the sight. You spread your legs wider, patiently awaiting him to fill you. He looks down at you, taking in the sight of the way you look beneath him. You give him a small grin and he can’t help but return the gesture. He moves forward, lining his dick with your entrance before plunging in with a harsh thrust. You bite into your cheek at the feeling of his stretching you open. He rests his head on your shoulder, the feeling of your warmth overwhelming for a moment. Then the moment is gone. His hips snaps into you at a brutal pace. You gasp as he thrusts into you, your throat raw from the screaming. It would be wise to tell you to keep it down but Grindelwald wants the world to hear you scream his name. He wants them to hear who you belong to.  

“Gellert-ugh-i’m close.”

He could tease you. He could be cruel and pull out right now. Finish himself off with his hand and leave you wanting for more. But he won;t do that. No. Marking you with his cum seems much more attractive at the moment. He doubles his efforts, hips snapping as a speed you would consider impossible. His fingers move to your clit, thumb moving in sloppy circles against the small bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck gonna cum-please please-ah!”

And just like that your release washes over you. Your body spasms as you coat Grindelwads dick with your cum. You sink onto the desk, body completely exhausted. Grindelwald takes the opportunity to raise your legs slightly, allowing him to thrust into you at a harshed pace. After a few thrusts he comes apart, his seed counting your cunt. He groans, body leaning forward to rest against your for a moment. You give him a content hum, fingers moving to caress his hair. He gives your neck a small kiss before pulling out of you. He stands before you, shoving his dick back into his pants before helping you up from the desk. You feel his cum seep down your leg. Grindelwald pulls you into a lingering kiss. 

“My girl.”

“All yours.”

[notenoughdramaaa]

Absolutely no one: crickets

Me: You know what the world needs? A very long Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald fanfic. For no reason. At all. You're welcome.

[theaskywalker]

Imagine being Jacob's sister and Newt asking you to help your brother feed the Mooncalves

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[carolinelayne]

Say what you’d like about the Fantastic Beasts series... But Jude Law as young Dumbledore?

Dumbledaddy.

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

to me, you’re… everything

pair: Newt Scamander x reader

summery: Newt showing his love to y/n(she/her)

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Newt Scamander was never one for grand gestures. He wasn’t a man who spoke in sonnets or filled the air with flowery words. But Merlin, if he didn’t adore you with every beat of his kind, gentle heart.

You had known since the moment your eyes met that there was something soft and comforting about him. The way his messy curls fell into his eyes, those brilliant blue-green orbs full of wonder and kindness, and how he carried himself with a quiet grace, like he belonged more with the creatures he tended to than with the world of wizards and witches. You could tell, even then, that this man held worlds inside him—worlds full of magic and mystery, of tenderness and patience. And now, as he moved about your shared home, you were endlessly grateful that you were part of that world too.

Newt had always been thoughtful in the most unexpected ways. He'd leave handwritten notes in the oddest of places, tucked inside your coat pocket or hidden between the pages of a book you hadn’t yet opened. They weren’t grand declarations, but simple, precious things: “I saw a bowtruckle today that reminded me of how strong you are.” Or, “You light up a room more than any Lumos spell ever could.”

Today, however, he was more bashful than usual, and you had a suspicion why. There had been murmurs of something special on the horizon—whispers of a surprise, though Newt was not one to be sneaky for very long. You found him in his usual spot, bent over one of his creatures with a furrowed brow, his hands as gentle as ever as he calmed a fidgety niffler who’d gotten itself into a bit of a tangle.

You smiled, leaning against the doorway, your heart swelling at the sight of him. He had such a soft, unspoken beauty about him. It was in the way his eyes lit up when he looked at you, how his hand would automatically reach out to rest on your lower back when you were near, as though he needed to be close to you, always.

As if sensing your presence, Newt looked up, and when he saw you, a shy smile curled at his lips. “Ah, Y/N,” he murmured, pushing his hair back in that endearing, slightly awkward way of his. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I could watch you all day and never get bored,” you teased, stepping forward until you were close enough to feel the warmth of him, close enough to smell the familiar scent of earth and parchment that clung to his clothes.

His cheeks flushed at your words, a delightful shade of pink that made him look even more endearing. “I, uh, I have something for you,” he stammered, shuffling slightly from foot to foot. His hands were suddenly fidgety, and you could tell he was working up the courage to say more. You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? What is it?”

Without a word, he led you to his case—the one you knew so well by now—and opened it with a quick flick of his wand. Inside, the usual flurry of magical creatures were going about their business, but it was clear something was different. Something… softer.

It was then you saw it—a delicate little creature with pastel wings fluttering just above the ground, surrounded by flowers that you couldn’t recall being there before. Its eyes sparkled as it twirled in the air, dancing almost, and Newt turned to you, his face glowing with affection.

“I, um,” he began, “I found her a few months ago on one of my trips, and she’s been rather shy. But when I told her about you, she—well, she seemed to perk up. I thought maybe she wanted to meet you.”

Your heart melted. It wasn’t just the creature itself—although it was undeniably one of the most beautiful things you’d ever seen. It was Newt, the way he spoke about you to even the most timid beings, the way he found a way to show his love for you in such a subtle, meaningful way.

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly. “You’re incredible, Newt,” you whispered, moving closer to him until your hand found his. “How do you always manage to make me feel like the most special person in the world?”

He looked down, that bashful smile gracing his lips again, but this time he squeezed your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in that soothing way you’d come to love. “Because you are, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice as gentle as the breeze. “To me, you’re… everything.”

The words were simple, but the sincerity behind them took your breath away. You leaned in and kissed him softly, feeling the warmth of him, the steady beat of his heart against yours. When you pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes half-closed, a contented smile on his lips.

“I love you, Newt,” you whispered, your voice full of the kind of softness reserved only for moments like this.

His eyes fluttered open, and there was a tenderness in his gaze that made your heart swell. “I love you too, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “More than words can ever say.”

And in that moment, with the magical world swirling around you, and Newt’s hand warm and steady in yours, you knew that you had found the kind of love most people could only dream of—the kind of love that was quiet and constant, full of wonder and care. It wasn’t flashy or loud, but it was real, and it was yours.

And that was all you ever needed.

[chocfrog-enjoyer]

The sillies :>

[henry-the-queer-artist]