Exactly! I see Graves as usually being fairly ambivalent about whether Credence gets hurt or not, and just using him how he likes – unlike Gellert, who deliberately sets out to cause pain. But this time, Graves wants it to hurt. He wants Credence to suffer like the pathetic creature he is, wants to bring tenfold in pain the pleasure he stupidly gave, and put things back to rights.
And then pretend he doesn’t feel a twinge of guilt in his chest afterwards.
There’s definitely an element of that too, a brief moment of realizing just how deeply Credence has been scarred by the abuse.
I really love the idea of Graves wanting to do something to Credence’s body that Gellert hasn’t done, and laying his claim that way, as it were. I could also see him being particularly brutal with Credence again in an effort to prove to himself that he still sees him as an object to be used, especially after going out of his way to treat him so “well.”
Poor Credence, caught in the middle of Graves’ own internal struggle :’)
I think Graves’ motivations are a combination of anger at Gellert, starting to see Credence as less deserving of pain just for existing, and being just a little bit moved by Credence offering himself up for all these awful things just to make him feel better – but of course it’s Gellert who does those things, so Graves does the opposite.
I don’t think Graves sees himself as caring for/about Credence, so if he were to reflect on that moment he’d probably bring it back to his anger and frustration with Gellert. But just because Graves won’t admit it, doesn’t mean that’s all there is to it.
And as it happens I’m also really invested in this series, and will take any excuse to talk about it 😀
Enjoyed it, still processing.
Thinking about a post-canon dub-con fic in which Venom is annoyed by Eddie’s constant sexual frustration and decides to take care of it himself, despite Eddie’s humiliated protestations. (Un)fortunately for Eddie, there are no secrets between them and Venom has no qualms about digging through his mind and drawing on all his most intimate fantasies, and there’s really nothing Eddie can do but let it happen
Not sure if it’s already been done, but I might give it a try
Right?? I’m trying to think where it would fit into the continuity, but if I can figure that out it just might happen
Oh boy, I’m just thinking about how absolutely terrified Credence would be. Oversensitive, in pain, not knowing what’s happening to his body but knowing it feels wrong and bad and isn’t going to stop and he can’t breathe what’s happening to him –
Poor boy, I love it
Prompts: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism | Degradation | Gun Play | Against a wall
Rape/Non-Con, Police Violence
Chapter tags: Credence Barebone/Percival Graves, Police Officer Percival Graves, Police Corruption, Police Violence, Abuse of Authority, Homophobic Language, Homophobic Slurs, Threats, Coercion, Degradation, Groping, Gun Play, Crying, Painful Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Wall Sex, Wetting, Humiliation, Anal Sex
“Come on, let’s go.”
Credence turns, startled by the heavy, gloved hand which has clamped down on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, sir – officer,” he amends, taking in the man’s crisp uniform and the badge pinned to his belt, right next to his holstered gun. The patch on his vest reads P. Graves. A flutter of fear sweeps through his chest. The officer is broad, strongly built, his expression firm and unamused. Credence was just handing out leaflets and he knows it’s a nuisance, but it’s not against the law. He doesn’t know what he did wrong.
“Soliciting is illegal. You need to come with me.”
Soliciting? Credence’s brow creases in confusion, and he looks down at the leaflets in his hands. “Oh – I’m not selling anything, officer, the leaflets are just for a meeting -”
“That’s not what I’m talking about.” Graves’ eyes sweep over his body, and Credence feels the leer in his gaze. His cheeks burn with shame, finally catching on to the implication. He doesn’t understand, does he really look like the kind of man who would…?
“I… n-no, I don’t -”
“No? Then you won’t mind if I conduct a little search.”
“Search?” Credence asks, voice small. His body wants to run, but he knows that’s the worst thing he could do.
“That’s right. You whores always have condoms or drugs or some shit. We can step off the street, I’ll give you a little pat down, and if you’re the good boy you claim to be you can go on your way. Or, if you don’t want to play that way…” His eyes narrow, growing sharp and cruel. “I’ll cuff you, take you down to the station for a strip search, and throw you in the cells naked for the rest of our felons to do god-knows-what with while I take my sweet time drawing up the charges against you. Your choice.”
Credence can’t breathe. He can’t believe this is happening to him. His throat has closed up, his heart is beating wildly, and he can’t think over the rushing in his head. He just nods, mute and trembling.
“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
Graves’ grip on his bicep is painful as he’s pulled into an alley off the street. His feet move automatically, mind numb, and though he tries to keep up he trips and stumbles into the rough brick wall when Graves gives him a shove. It winds him, leaving him painfully lightheaded, leaflets spilling from his arms to litter the ground at their feet.
“Hands up,” Graves orders, and Credence complies. He presses his palms flat to the wall, trying to use it to steady himself, but it feels as though the ground is tilting sideways. A rough hand presses into the middle of his back, pinning him in place.
Something cold and hard presses into the nape of his neck, and Credence freezes. His heart is going to beat out of his chest.
“Uh huh, you won’t be any trouble,” Graves says, stroking the barrel of his gun along the side of Credence’s throat. “Fag like you.”
Ice washes through Credence’s veins. He closes his eyes and rests his forehead against the filthy wall. His lungs still won’t work right, and the edges of his vision have gone a dull grey.
Graves touches him everywhere; hands run down his sides, his back, over his hips and ass – Graves squeezes, kicking his legs apart. “Filthy slut,” he sneers, and Credence wants to protest that he’s not, he’s not a slut or a whore or a fag, but the only thing on his lips is a choked-off sob. Graves’ left hand reaches around to grab his crotch, cupping and fondling his soft dick through his pants, and with his other hand he presses his gun between Credence’s legs, nestling the muzzle right behind his balls.
The hard metal takes up his entire focus. He doesn’t dare resist, doesn’t protest anything; the terror is a solid mass congealing in his chest.
“You know,” Graves says conversationally, “some fags get hard from this. They fucking love it, drives ‘em wild to feel gunmetal between their legs. Some of the bitches start begging to be fucked about now. But you…” Graves rocks the gun against him, pressing it into his soft flesh, and when he speaks again it’s a low growl against Credence’s ear. “You’re a special kind of fag, a real fucking whore. Yeah. You hate it, but you’re too much of a pathetic, sniveling slut to stop me. You’re gonna let me do whatever I fucking want.” Credence can feel Graves’ smirk, and his skin crawls having the man pressed so close against his back. “Aren’t you?”
Credence nods frantically, tears rolling down his cheeks. “Y-yes sir – officer – sir, please, a-anything you want.” He spreads his legs wider, trying to show his submission, and Graves laughs. The next thing Credence knows Graves’ hands are on his belt, gun gone, and with a few quick tugs he pushes Credence’s pants and underwear halfway down his thighs, exposing his bare ass right there in the alley.
Graves’ fingers dig into his flesh, spreading him open and stroking a thumb over his tight pucker, and the drag against his tender rim hurts; his stomach lurches with the humiliation of being looked at there. He yelps when something cold and slippery drips down his ass, prompting a harsh laugh from Graves.
“Trust me, fag, you should be on your knees with gratitude that I decided to spend a packet of lube on you. Coulda raped your hole dry.”
Without ceremony or hesitation Graves plunges two fingers deep into his body. Credence’s scream is cut off by the gloved hand which clamps over his mouth, reducing him to whimpers, ragged breaths, and choked sobs while he’s stretched, those thick fingers pumping in and out of him, his hole spasming in protest. It’s an awful, gut-wrenching feeling. He holds still and takes it.
“Keep your fucking mouth shut,” Graves snaps. “You want an audience while you’re raped? Maybe that’s the kind of fag you are… you want them lining up to fuck you after I’m done.”
The terror is an all consuming buzz in Credence’s mind, numbing his thoughts and paralyzing his body. He just takes pained breaths, and doesn’t respond.
Graves pulls his fingers out too quickly, making his insides burn, but they’re quickly replaced by the fat head of Graves’ cock. Credence can’t think, he can’t breathe – nothing makes sense anymore, and he’s left with only the searing burn as he’s speared on Graves’ cock. He sags against the wall, held up only by Graves’ weight pressed his back and the brutal snaps of his hips, shoving him painfully against the unforgiving brick.
He’s being fucked in an alley by a stranger, and all he can do is take it. It doesn’t feel real, even as each thrust makes him feel like he’s being torn in half. Graves’ penetrates him so deeply it’s as though his insides are being rearranged, hollowed out to make a space for his dick. Surely he’ll never be the same after this, his body will never go back to how it was before, he’s for fucking now, Graves is turning him into a fag and a whore –
His entire body gives in, muscles going slack in Graves’ arms, and on a particularly hard thrust he feels his bladder release. Hot piss runs down his legs, soaking his pants where they’re bunched around his thighs, and tears of humiliation stream down his cheeks. Graves fucks every last drop out of him.
At long last Graves slams in for the last time, groaning while he pumps load after load of come into Credence’s ass. He steps back with a satisfied sigh and Credence falls, crumpling under his own weight. He just lays there unseeing on the filthy ground, pants around his knees, soaked with piss, ass leaking come. He trembles.
Above him Graves is putting his uniform back in order, slow and unhurried. Credence feels his gaze once more, and he curls in on himself, cowering against the wall.
“Yeah,” Graves drawls. “Not a bad fuck. If you weren’t a whore before, you sure will be now.”
His footsteps echo on the pavement as he walks away.
That’s so wonderfully cruel. I love Graves and Grindelwald tormenting Credence in ways that aren’t necessarily sexual, and food is such a great power play. Poor Credence, so hungry and so hopeful that just this once, maybe he’ll get a real meal…
Prompts: Lactation | Roleplay | Smiles/Laughter | Toys
No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapter tags: Gellert Grindelwald/Percival Graves, Dubious Consent, Dubious Consent Due To Identity Issues, Bottom Gellert Grindelwald, Toys, Plugs, Forced Eye Contact
Gellert just needs to relax. It shouldn’t be too much to ask – he should be able to let go for an evening, set down the weight of the world and just unwind. It’s exhausting, trying to save the world from itself. Albus had understood that.
But Albus isn’t here, hasn’t been for decades, so Gellert has to make do.
“Look at me.”
Gellert looks up, meeting the heavy gaze of the man above him. He could get lost in those eyes – has done, multiple times – brought back by the grip of his firm, steady hands pressing him into the mattress only be be swept away again by the gravel of his voice. This isn’t something Gellert would trust to just anyone. In his younger days he’d allowed himself to be swayed by pretty faces he met at speakeasies, but to be truly satisfied he craves an equal. There aren’t many of those, but Percival Graves has proven himself to be an extraordinary man in many ways.
Gellert had helped him get past some of his inhibitions, yes, and it was more the pity that Percival wasn’t aware of who exactly he was bedding, but the rest of it – the dominance, the power, the drive, the way his voice dripped control – that was all Percival.
“Look.” A strong hand grips his chin, forcing his wayward gaze to focus. “I’m going to take you apart tonight. I’ll make you scream, and you’re going to fucking love it.”
“Yes,” Gellert breathes, pulse quickening at the thought. That’s what he’s here for. That’s what he needs.
Graves’ lips quirk up into a smirk, all too knowing, and Gellert flushes under him. He squirms too, the wet heat in his arse taking up a growing part of his awareness; that was the first thing Graves did after getting him into bed, slipped something small and slick inside him with a whispered promise that he’d like it, and oh, Gellert is starting to understand.
It’s stretching him open, melting his core, because the thing is growing. Slowly, inexorably, what had started out smaller than a finger has already expanded to two or three. There’s no resisting it, nothing to do but feel it open him up from the inside. This way Graves can play with him, tease him, torment him to his heart’s content, and when he’s finally ready to fuck, Gellert’s body will be too. Gellert doesn’t know what spell he used to make it feel so damningly good, like a soft warmth nestled in his belly, but he knows it’s clever.
It nearly breaks Gellert’s heart to think about obliviating him in the morning.
THANK YOU! I had so much fun writing that one tbh, Theseus just made a great porn star and the idea of what a/b/o porn would be like is just so intriguing to me? And yeah, I noticed a while back that while I write a lot of different pairings most of them do involve Percival lol. It’s been really fun branching out this month and trying new things 😀
Mercurial Tenacity 