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faustian-familiar · 4 years

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So have you ever wondered what a threesome would be like between a female Apprentice, Lucio and, uh...Lucio?

This smut takes place during the foray into the magical realms, when Lucio is confronted by the visage of his younger self.

I hope you enjoy. 🥺👉👈

The dashing figure glances at me with interest, then sneers at the Count. “Don’t tell me you’re fucking THIS fossil.” I look over at the Lucio beside me to find him seething. The younger one grins at me broadly. “I bet you’d love to see what you missed out on.”

Before I can respond, a strong, slender arm has looped around my waist, and I’m looking up into the face of Lucio as a young man. His lips curl into a roguish smirk.

“Ever kissed a prince before?”

He pulls me close to his body and clamps his mouth over mine. His mouth is hot and searching, kissing me hungrily as his other hand finds the back of my neck and tangles in my hair. His embrace is warm and strong, his body tightly coiled with muscles rippling beneath his clothes as he handles me. A thrill blossoms in my core.

When his tongue darts out to explore me further, my lips part willingly for him, and he presses into the kiss with new fervor; leaning towards me until he has dipped me low, bending at the waist and holding me against him. My thigh slips between his legs, making it easy for me to feel his cock twitch inside his breeches.

When he breaks free from my mouth, I look at the older Lucio. While his shock is apparent, he bites his lip suggestively, and I can see his chest heaving.

It’s turning him on to watch himself.

I arch an eyebrow at him, and my voice is thick with arousal as I beckon him.

“If you think you can do better,” I tease, “I welcome you to try.”

He’s on us in a moment, tearing me from the mercenary’s arms and kissing me fiercely, his hands pawing at the curves beneath my dress. A low, throaty growl escapes him as I catch his lower lip between my teeth and smooth my tongue over it.

I feel my hair moved away from my neck before the younger Lucio presses against my back. His breath is hot on my neck as he whispers huskily into my ear.

“Perhaps you can give us both some feedback.”

His nips gently at the rim of my ear, working his way down to the lobe. Soon his mouth is at my neck, trailing wet kisses down to my shoulder. He pushes the sleeve down to expose my shoulder, and the older Lucio grasps it as it slips down and pulls it farther, sliding the dress over my breasts. His hands grasp at the soft flesh, and he bends to take one of my nipples into his mouth, sliding his tongue languidly over it as his thumb brushes against the other. I turn my head and grab the mercenary by the hair at the back of his head, guiding his kisses back to my lips. He groans into the sensation with needy fervor, and his hips buck, pushing his hardened member against the pliable flesh of my ass.

The younger Lucio moves his hands down to grope at my thighs. I gasp when I feel myself suddenly lifted from the ground, falling back against his chest as he supports me with a strong hand in the crook of my knees.

He spreads my thighs, making the skirt of my dress slip down and expose my underwear. I’m already slick with arousal, now apparent from the damp spot that has collected on the soft fabric. The Count stares down at me spread before him for a long moment, a flush of excitement creeping up his face and ears. He looks up into my eyes. His gaze is eager, even wistful, eyes half-lidded and pupils dilated. He regards me with an obscene smile and drops to his knees.

My underwear is pushed to side, gripped in the Count’s fingers while his other hand moves up to my slit. He strokes my labia softly, his thumb gently spreading my folds apart and coating it with my arousal before he glides up to my clit. He draws a lazy circle with his thumb, making me moan and writhe against the younger Lucio. The Count leans in, only brushing his bottom lip very lightly over the nerves singing for his attention, before kissing my mound and trailing down to suck gently on the inside of my thigh. I try to squeeze my legs together to get friction on my bud, but the mercenary grips me tighter, chuckling softly in my ear and nibbling on the point of my shoulder.

“Let him get you ready for me,” he purrs.

The look that the older Lucio directs at his doppelgänger is venomous, but it prompts him to bury his face between my thighs. His lips wrap tightly around my hood as the flat of his tongue lolls against my clit. I jump in the younger Lucio’s arms and a small cry of pleasure escapes me. The Count chases the sound, swirling his tongue and clamping his mouth down to tug gently. I feel his mouth vibrate as he groans with desire. He teases my hole with a finger, dipping it inside me slowly and making my walls flutter against it. He adds another finger and I pulse, craving the feeling of being filled.

It isn’t long before the mercenary huffs impatiently behind me and he begins to lower me to my feet. We break apart from one another, and I practically keen from the desire.

The younger Lucio unbuckles his breeches with a lurid grin in my direction. His member is straining against his clothes and bobs when it’s finally free, the head glistening with precum. I hear the Count behind me shedding his clothes as well, and glance over to find him gripping his shaft.

Despite his insecurities, the years have been very good to him. His cock is noticeably larger than his counterpart’s.

I sink to my knees in front of them, grasping one erect member in each hand and looking at them in turn as I tug them toward me.

“Can you two play nice?”

They nod eagerly as one, and I take both of the engorged heads into my mouth, slathering my tongue over them to the sound of twin moans. I run the underside of my tongue over one of them, and then the other, relishing the way my ministrations make their cocks twitch between my lips. I look up at their faces, the younger regarding me with lustful intensity, and the older looking nearly desperate with need, and I grasp each by the base of their shaft. I slide my mouth down the Count’s length with excruciating slowness, undulating my tongue until my nose is pressed against his stomach, and pump the younger man’s member with my other hand. The Count throws his head back, moaning earnestly, meeting my rhythm as I bob my head up and down on him. I pull him out and give the head a teasing little lick before turning my attention to the younger Lucio. He reaches down and places his hand firmly on the back of my head, guiding my mouth to his need and bucking his hips. I feel his hardness fill my throat as he slides in and out of my wet mouth with fervent speed. His fingers curl in my hair as he groans, biting his lip as he watches himself being pleasured.

“I want to fuck you,” he growls. “I want to make you scream.”

I pull my lips off of his member and regard how swollen his cock has become, the head a deep pink and gleaming from the skill of my mouth.

I stay on my knees and turn away from them, going down onto my elbows and reaching back with one hand to heft my skirt up around my waist, then hooking my thumb into the waistband of my panties and sliding them down my thighs, revealing my dripping sex.

The younger Lucio is quick to mount me, his hand warm and firm as it grasps my hip. He teases my hole with the head of his cock for a long moment, spreading my lips, and then pushes his length into me. My body responds with delicious ecstasy. My walls shudder against him, as though to bring him deeper, as I whine ardently and arch my back. The Count appears on the ground at my side, laying on his back, smiling with roguish charm with his length in his hand. He arches an eyebrow at me suggestively, and I lift myself up so he can slide underneath me. The younger Lucio begins to thrust into me. I gasp when I feel the Count’s tongue against my bud. He laps at me, sending shockwaves of delight through me with every stroke. His member stands painfully erect, enticingly close to my face, and I cannot resist lowering my mouth onto it and muffling my cries of pleasure. I work up and down his cock, reciprocating the sensations.

His proficiency with my body becomes apparent when heat soon begins to gather in my core. He licks me fast, with brutal passion, the tingling in my nerves becoming more and more keen.

My toes begin to curl.

My words fall out between gasps. “I’m gonna cum- oh Lucio!”

The tension releases explosively, with white-hot intensity, my orgasm coursing through every nerve. I hear myself screaming with bliss, my body trembles, and my walls pulse forcefully around the length inside me. The Count never falters in his ministrations, even when I hear his breath catch and his cock twitches in my mouth. He cums hard, gripping my thighs and convulsing on the ground below me, moaning raggedly with every throb of his orgasm. His hot seed hits the back of my throat as I work it out of him, swallowing until his body goes limp and he sighs with satisfaction.

It’s not into that moment that I realize the mercenary is nowhere to be seen. Lucio and I extricate ourselves from each other and look around curiously. Lucio glances sidelong at me with a quizzical look on his face.

“Uhhh...I guess I won?” he says.

I can’t help but laugh. I brush my thumb across his cheek and smile at him fondly. He blushes under my gaze, looking down at the ground and pressing his cheek into my palm.

“Yeah,” I replied. “I guess this fossil has learned a thing or two.”

He chuckles as he picks up his clothes and we start to get dressed.

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writemoment · 4 years

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Lovely Monster

Writer: Ellie-Mae (Pen Name)

Part: 1/1

Summary: There isn’t a single monster he couldn’t love. Not even me.

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Werewolf!Reader

Warnings/Rated: Mentions of abuse, comforting acceptance and fluff

Word Count: 2,155

( Reader ) P.O.V.

The darkness outside was nowhere compared to what was held inside my chest. These overwhelming feelings- a nightmare, forever my reality. My father screams out, smashing books into the walls as he lets out his anger. “You’re a freak, just like your mother! At least she had the decency to die!”

My body folds into itself, hiding from the abusive behavior of my father. The moon begins to take it’s effect on me and I can feel my bones cracking, breaking into my horrid form as it goes. Choked sobs and whimpers can be heard as hair sprouts from the pores of my skin, showcasing the freak I truly am.

Realizing I have little time left, I push my way out the nearest exit and away from the house. The pain is immense but I can’t allow myself to be chained and tortured tonight.

Running through the dark, thick forest, I rush until I no longer can. Falling to my knees I howl at the hurt and coil around myself. Then it’s complete. The bones have realigned themselves and my vision is blurred with what I can’t control. My inner wolf taking over.

Trees pass my traveling body in a blur, leaving no recognition for me to follow back. Soon, I’m at the edge of a cliff, overlooking the distant green of plantation and I howl at the moon. What a cliche- something I cannot control.

Contrary to the rush of adrenaline, the cool breeze that brushes over my fur brings a kind of calm over my nerves and slowly, my wolf steadies into a less frantic pace. Every time I’m forced to shift, it’s because of the moon or because of my dad. Rarely do I shift on my own. I’m too scared of what I become to willingly submit to that power.

My mother was the same way. She was too scared of her other nature, so she rarely shifted. My dad, being the human he was, hated us for the things we couldn’t control. When she passed, he didn’t even shed a tear. Anger filled tears ran through my whiskers as I remember his words, ‘good riddance’.

Strolling through the thick of the woods, I imagine a world that didn’t cringe at the things they don’t understand. Everything turns taboo at that point and no longer given a proper chance. For once, I want to be accepted for what I am. Perhaps that’s too much to ask for, but it’s something I harbor in the depths of my heart- both wolf and human.

Bright streaks of light cut through the dark and it catches my eye with its spectacular array of color. Sticking to the shadows and staying covered, I creep to the peculiar scene that’s unfolding underneath the canopy of stars.

Two bodies are running, dodging the spray of light as they round each other. They’re holding out some sort of weapon in front of them, being the source of the colors that had caught my attention.

My heart beats fast in my chest and my paws dig into the dirt, ready to sprint at any indication of harm to come my way. The taller one speaks a foreign word with clarity and I watch as the other falls backward, grunting at the impact.

“Hand over the egg and you’re free to go.” The tall one says, seeming calm and collected in this odd situation.

Grunting, the man offers up, what appears to be, a silver egg with a toss of his hand. Catching it carefully, the taller seems distracted as he coddles the egg while looking it over. That’s when the one on the ground raises his hand, ready to strike the clueless man.

Stepping forward, a deep growl bursts from my chest and they both snap their attention to me. My teeth pull up and I snarl, sending the lower one to chant something before disappearing from his previous spot in the blink of an eye.

Hmph

Whatever was going on, I knew that I couldn’t let anyone get hurt. Even in this form, this freak of nature knew that there was something worth protecting. It was a feeling, an instinct.

However, unlike the other man that had left at the sight of me, this other one remains. His soft eyes study me, his posture unflinching as he slowly lowers himself to a less threatening position.

I feel my haunches rise as I cautiously circle him. “Steady there.” His voice is smooth, accent beautifully rich. “I’m not going to hurt you…” There’s something quite odd about him. Not in a bad way, more like a breath of fresh air.

Everything around me seemed to slow down and the black began to swallow me whole. The last thing I remember is smelling earth and the muffled voice of the man saying something into my unconsciousness.

****

My body feels the shift before my mind does. The cool air forces goosebumps to rise on almost every inch of my skin. I awake to warm-toned light and unfamiliar surroundings. There’s a scratchy warmth heavy over my torso and I see someone had made an attempt of throwing a blanket over my body.

I scan the area for any sign of life but see none. However, I can sense it. I feel that I am not alone. Wrapping the blanket over myself, I groan as I crawl into a sitting position.

That’s when he appears. “Are you okay, miss?” He asks, eyes worried and lips parted in distress. In this lighting, I can fully see his features. Pale skin marked in constellations of freckles, light brown hair tousled in a messy mop atop his head. His eyes; I can’t quite pinpoint what color they are, just that they’re magnificent.

“Yeah… It always aches after I shift back.” I tell him, hissing quietly through my teeth as I reposition my body to face him. His shoulders slump a bit and he comes closer to where I was lain. Out of habit, I recoil into my body to take up as little space as possible.

“I’m not going to hurt you…” He says, quickly pouring me a cuppa tea before extending it to me. “My name is Newt. It seems that you exerted your energy back there. Blacked out from it, I’m sure.”

Uncurling from myself, I slip the mug from his hand. Our fingers momentarily swipe past one another’s and I, for the first time, don’t shy away from the contact. “Thank you.” A moment of quiet passes as I sip the warm beverage. “My name is Y/n. I’m sorry for putting you in this position.”

“What position is that, exactly?” He asks, confused.

“I- I don’t purposely shift into, well, that. I was just trying to find escape. Usually when the full moon comes, I’m…. nevermind that. I just usually don’t lose control like that.” My admission causes me to fidget in my seat. This all around is unusual for me. I’ve never told anyone about this issue.

However, Newt doesn’t seem to mind. “No use in beating yourself up over something you have no say in. Though I’m sure we could whip up a potion to keep your shift from happening during the full moon. That is, if you’d like.”

His voice is so melodic and comforting. It’s the exact opposite of my father’s. I nod, wide eyed. “You can do that?” My entire life has been spent in fear and Newt’s offer is the first hope I’ve had a taste of. To be honest, I’m desperate for more.

The desperation, the shock, must drip heavily from my lips because Newt’s eyes melt into pure kindness as he studies me thoughtfully. He smiles, stretching his lips so thin they almost disappear. Extending his arm he offers his hand to me.

Patiently, he waits for me to accept his invitation. I pause, quite noticeably so, for a moment before slipping my palm into his. They’re warm, rough but oh-so gentle. He leads me to the door and opens a whole new world before me. Magnificent and wonderous creatures are scattered about the expanse. And for the first time in my life, I don’t feel so different.

****

It has been three days since Newt has offered to take me in. He didn’t ask but I know he could sense my dread at the thought of returning to my life before. We fell into a mutual understanding that I just needed time. It was nice to not have anything expected of me.

Newt is shy. That’s an understatement but he is also extremely kind. He gave me space but also let me test my ability to trust. Every moment in the presence of the wizard gave me confidence to seek him out.

He taught me how to care for his creatures by his side. He showed me magic and a world I hadn’t previously known existed. Every time he opened up a bit to me, I felt myself doing the same. I recognized the Occamy eggs as the very same one he had retrieved the night I met him in the forest. It made me realize how much Newt cared about and sacrificed for these fantastic beasts.

Days went by and he began to trust me enough to leave me in his suitcase, which is where I had awoken that first night. Newt traveled a lot and was a very busy person, actually. Even then, he would always return and those were the hours that I found myself eagerly waiting for. Because I, also, very much began to trust him.

One day, Newt found me kneeling outside and cradling my hand to my chest. “Are you okay, Y/n?” His voice was thick with worry as he rushed over to my side.

“Don’t get to close, Newt-” I plead. He stops a few steps away from me, “I-I don’t know what I’ll do if I shift…” Tears pool in my eyes as I try to calm myself down. Pain triggered me sometimes and the last thing I’d want to do is hurt him.

Despite my warning, Newt kneels beside me and peels my arm away from my body. “What happened?” He asks as he begins to examine the cut that’s angry and red on my wrist.

“I cut it on the edge of the feeding pail… I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you, Newt. Please.” He stands up with me and swiftly leads me inside the small flat. With such familiarity and ease, he begins to snip different herbs and pouring mixtures from vials.

I watch him with amazement and a bit of confusion. Before I know it, the pain has subsided and he’s wrapping my arm up with gauze. “Why aren’t you afraid of me?”

Newt freezes in his actions before throwing a glance at me over his shoulder. “Because you’re not someone to be feared. At least, not for the reasons you’re referring to.”

His way of thinking, the way he perceives the world, is so unlike anything I’ve ever known. The wizard begins to put away medicines and I watch him quietly for a moment. “My dad wasn’t fond of my kind…Actually, that’s putting it nicely. He hated werewolves.”

My fingers fidget in my lap and I keep my gaze firmly fixed on them as I speak. Afraid that if I see Newt’s eyes, I’ll be too self-conscious to tell him. “He didn’t know Mom was one until it was too late. She was already pregnant with me. When she died, I lost the one person who saw me as I truly was. My father… he was violent, cruel and- and scared.

“Meeting you was the best thing that has happened in my life. Because for the first time, I wasn’t seen as a threat or as strange. You didn’t expect anything of me. You saw me as Y/n. Not as a werewolf.”

My forehead creased with emotion and salty teardrops fell onto my clasped hands. I sucked my lower lip between my teeth to stop the slight wobble. Chancing a glance at Newt, I find him standing in front of me.

Newt. His eyes glistening, not in pity, but with compassion towards me. Kneeling down so that his face was parallel with mine, he swiped away the stray tear that lingered off my chin. “There are no strange creatures, only blinkered people.”

With those words, I felt understood and, in a way, loved. Every day that I spent getting to know Newt Scamander, the more I began wanting to learn more. He loved his creatures and never truly believed monsters were born, they were made.

There was time for us to grow together, to grow fond of one another. As we went on, I knew that I’d become more confident with Newt by my side. There wasn’t a ‘monster’ he couldn’t love. Not even when it came to someone like me.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! xx - Ellie-Mae

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