Day 10 – Seraqueenie

Prompts: Hair-pulling | Waxplay | Micro/Macro | Bonds (Telepathic or Empathic)

No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapter tags: Seraphina Picquery/Queenie Goldstein, BDSM, Legilimency, Kissing, Nipple Play, Hair Pulling

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Queenie smiles to herself as she walks down the hall.  She’d heard the president’s summons this morning, clear as a bell, and all day since then she’s been waiting.  Now, finally, most of MACUSA has gone home.  The halls are dark and empty, the desks deserted, and a heavy blanket of silence has settled over the building.

Woolworth is never truly empty – there are always a few people pulling a late shift, depriving themselves of their beds in an effort to best a never ending stream of work – but it’s empty enough to suit their purpose.  Anyone left either knows to be discrete, or has had too many cups of coffee to notice much beyond their own work anyway.

Queenie knocks on the door to the president’s office, entering when she feels her relief at her arrival.

“Queenie,” Seraphina says warmly, rising from her desk with a weary smile which only Queenie ever gets to see, and sending the parchment she’d been studying to stack itself on a shelf.   How does she still look like a beam of sunlight? Queenie hears.   She’s effortless.

Queenie giggles, closing the door behind herself and stepping into Seraphina’s waiting arms.  Her lips are soft, hungry, and Queenie can feel a long day of stress – a long week, a long month – easing away as their tongues flick against each other.  Seraphina relaxes against her, pulling her in close with an arm around her waist and a hand in her hair, taking gentle control.

Seraphina’s fingers find a grip in her hair, tugging to guide the kiss.  Queenie feels her little pang of regret to mess her perfect curls, but it’s overshadowed by an even stronger sense of satisfaction when Queenie yields to follow her hand.  

Seraphina is gentle but firm, moving Queenie how she wants and showing her where to best place her kisses.  Queenie doesn’t need Seraphina’s hand in her hair to know, not really, but she can feel how much Seraphina loves to have that control; and it makes Queenie herself tingle, feeling the gentle pull against her scalp, having her head guided.

She nibbles down Seraphina’s neck, nimble fingers making quick work of her buttons in time for Seraphina to press her to her breast, moaning when Queenie takes her nipple into her mouth.  She licks and suckles, lavishing attention on her breasts until after long minutes Seraphina pulls her back.

She sits up on her own desk, pushing Queenie’s head between her thighs, and oh – Queenie’s been waiting for this all day.

is it just me or does fanon theseus (fassbender) fit way better than canon theseus? ofcourse, gotta see the movie to really decide but still…

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Tell me about it!

I’m suspending my judgment till I see the thing, of course – but I’m ninety percent positive I’ll crawl out of the theater crying and clutching fanno Theseus to my chest. It’s more a fact of characterization for me than anything else – it kind of looks like they’d make Theseus a polished, smirky, flippant dandy who looks down on his bright little brother and probably stole (or was stolen by) said brother’s first love. It calls on a lot of tropes I’m not a fan of (especially the Brothers Compromising Their Bond Over the Girl one, which has been presented in countless movies and shows from my childhood as the top girly fantasy and always made me nothing but uncomfortable and angry).

So…. I think I’ll enjoy writing some stuff with Canon! Theseus, too – some Angsty bitter Thesival, too – but… My Theseus, the way I envision him when I make up stories before sleep, the way I made him and carved him out these months, is a different creature. He’s scruffy, rough around the edges, easy to smile and laugh and love – hiding sharp observation skills and a quicksilver intelligence beyond his goofy jokes and affable Good Boy warmth.

He’s loyal, desperately so – generous with his affection and the people he gives his heart to despite knowing what a dangerous game that it is. He loves his brother, fiercely, and is as proud of him as he’s worried sick whenever he’s lost in the Amazonian Forest or not sending letters for months as he chases dragons around the Carpatians.

He lives alone, and works alone, and enjoys the freedom of peeling off clothes in the middle of the room and basking in his chaos and blaring music at three a. m. as he pours over the reports he should have checked during the day – but sometimes he catches himself staring at a passing buggy and feels a tug under his ribs, an ache for chubby cheeks and Sunday family breakfasts with pancakes and dark tea and his arms closing around a lover’s waist for more than a couple nights.

(Of course, my Theseus usually dreams of a lover with dark eyes and the scent of cologne clinging to his clothes, and sometimes looks up from under the rim of his umbrella and wonders if it’s raining in New York, too, and tlles himself one day he’ll do it, he’ll storm through a Portkey and slams his office’s door open with a ring in his hands and he will-)

My Theseus is a sweet mountain of strength. He’s tall, very tall, and broad-shouldered, with corded muscles and the tanned skin of someone who spends a lot of time outside. He’s got a scattering of freckles and a set of adorable dimples, softening the menace of strong bones, of his towering wrestler-built presence. Sometimes he grows a beard, sometimes he doesn’t; he’s a real authentic gentleman, but he can’t match tie and coat if his life depends on it. He’s charming, but he’s never honed that charisma into a blade the way Percival did. He’s human. He’s brave, quirky, occasionally fierce, never cruel. He’s kind, above all, and devoted to goodness and light in the quiet, practical way of people actually making the difference. He’s got the rare gift of pulling people toward light, too – of making them want to save themselves.

(My Percival knows it. My Percival sighs with relief every time Theseus Scamander holds him, and he prescribes himself large doses of Theseus’s presence, like a medicine, to thaw his coldness and keep his dark boredom at bay. Even after Grindelwald. Especially after Grindelwald.

Remind me of the good things, Scamander. Please, remind me why we fight.

And Theseus does, always.)

So, that’s my Theseus. He’s flawed, he’s human – but he’s not a chauvinist, not blind, not too proud to see what’s right. He’s the summer-y sun to Percival’s pensive winter, a moral compass who loves wandering off the path now and then, just for the hell of it. And he will always have my love.

@coffeesugarcream bless you and your beautiful Theseus. 😍

Whenever I write Theseus you can count on the fact that I have Fassbender/Fanon!Thes in mind.

Day 9 – Goldgraves

Prompts: Titfucking | Sthenolagnia (Strength/Muscles) | Bondage | Lingerie

No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapter tags: Tina Goldstein/Original Percival Graves, Bondage, BDSM, Gags, Titfucking, Orgasm Delay/Denial

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Tina shifts, testing her bonds.  They’re quite secure, of course; Graves would never settle for anything less.  The soft rope presses into her skin without chafing, binding her arms tightly behind her back, wrist to opposite elbow, forcing her to sit up straight and push her chest out.  She’s bound at the knees and ankles as well, and a rope running up her back and connected at her arms keeps her kneeling. Helpless, in just her bra and panties.

She glares at Graves across the room; he’s reclining easily, tie loose around his neck and feet propped up while he pages through the evening paper, and she wants to tell him to hurry up and come play with her all ready, it isn’t fair, she’s so wet and she can’t touch, but she can’t – the ring gag he’d placed between her teeth means all she can do is sit there and drool on her tits.

At long last he folds the paper and stands, stretching, before turning to face her.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re just gorgeous like that.”

“Ahh,” Tina replies, and Graves chuckles at her plight.

“Okay, okay,” he says, holding his hands up.  “I won’t make you wait any longer, come here.”

Tina just glares at him.  He knows she can’t.

He just looks at her expectantly, and she’s forced to squirm and wriggle against the rope, not able to move an inch and succeeding only in demonstrating how helpless she is.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“Ahh!”

“Do you need help?”

Blushing furiously, Tina nods.  She can tell Graves is enjoying himself far too much.

He crouches in front of her, pulling her slightly forward by the rope looped over her shoulders, and with his other hand he caresses her waist.  Tina moans, leaning into it as much as she can.

“What to do with you…”  He snakes a hand between her legs, dipping into her wetness and making her tense and spasm with the tingles of pleasure it brings.  “Do you want me to play with that slutty pussy?”

Tina nods desperately, moaning.

“Oh, but I’d have to untie you for that.  And you look so pretty like this sweetheart, it would be a shame.”

“Ah – Aah!”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind if your pussy doesn’t get touched.  You’ve got other parts, let’s see.”

Tina makes a desperate cry when he takes his hand away, but Graves takes no notice.  Instead he runs his hands up her sides, cupping her breasts in his warm palms. He squeezes, and Tina’s eyes flutter as her chest fills with heat.

“Yeah, these are nice.  So firm and soft, your tits are so sexy.”

Tina makes a small, unhappy sound when Graves’ hands leave her, but it’s just to unhook the front clasp on her bra.  Once it’s out of the way he comes right back, giving her hard nipples a quick pinch before returning to groping and massaging her.  Her pussy tingles with unmet need, but the warmth in her breasts feels so good it’s hard to complain.

After a few too-short moments he stands, working on his belt buckle.  “I don’t think I can wait anymore, baby. Make it good for me, okay?”

When Graves takes out his cock he’s already hard, precome glistening at the tip, and Tina feels a rush of wetness between her thighs at the sight.  She so wants that cock inside her, opening her up and pressing in just right –

Graves steps forward, cupping her tits and nestling his cock right in between them, lifting them to form a channel for his cock.  He ruts against her, the slide eased by the saliva coating her breasts.

“Oh, yeah, that’s perfect sweetheart.”

His thrusts pick up speed, and soon he’s fucking her in earnest, squeezing her tits to provide a tighter channel for his cock groaning with how good it must feel.  Tina can only let him use her, in envy of the pleasure on his face.

When he comes he splatters her chin, her shoulders, her tits, while she just rocks desperately in search of friction against her clit.

Graves sighs contentedly, wiping his cock off on her breast.

“See, baby?  That was so much better than fucking your pussy.”

Day 8 – Gradence

Prompts: Blood/Gore | Prostitution/Sex Work | Fisting | Hate-fucking/Angry Sex

Rape/Non-Con
Chapter tags: Original Percival Graves/Credence Barebone, Gellert Grindelwald (Mentioned), Verbal Humiliation, Degradation, Objectification, Coercion, Sex Work, Fisting, Anal Gaping, Dissociation

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“Oh, oh fuck -”

Credence jerks as fingers slide back inside him, squelching with the come and lube already coating his insides.  His rim is already lax, he’d been pounded so hard it made him dizzy, but he’d thought he was done. He thought he’d get to rest now, before the next customer was sent in.  If Mr. Grindelwald tries to send the next customer in and Credence is still being used –

“You can’t… you – you have to ask Mr. Grindelwald before you -”

There’s a resounding smack as the man – what had Grindelwald called him, Graves? – brings his hand down hard across Credence’s ass.

“You stupid whore.  I paid Gellert for your ass – I paid to fuck it, and I paid to break it.  Now be a good fag and hold still so I can get my money’s worth.”

Credence whimpers when a fourth finger slides into him, but he does as he’s told.  It’s not the first time Grindelwald has given him to a customer without telling him what was bought, and the punishment for denying Graves something he purchased would be far worse than for giving away services for free.

He spreads his thighs wider in acceptance, and has to bite his lip when Graves tries to force his knuckles past his rim.  It hurts, fuck, he’s loose but he’s not that loose. He isn’t sure if he dares ask Graves to go slower; for all he knows he’d do the exact opposite as a punishment.  Credence bites at the thin pillow, putting all his concentration into not tensing up.

To his enormous relief Graves pulls back slightly, giving up on the shoving and switching to scissoring his fingers inside Credence’s ass.  It still burns, but it’s bearable, and he sucks in a shuddery breath while he can.

It isn’t much, but it’s enough that when Graves next tries to push inside his fingers fit up to the knuckle.

“Yeah, that’s a good fag.  It’s going in one way or another, best to just enjoy it.”

Credence knows he’s right.  If he tears he won’t be able to work for days while he heals, and if he doesn’t work, he doesn’t eat.  He has to earn his keep.

“Yes sir,” he mumbles, and does his best to push so that Graves has an easier time getting inside.

All too soon Graves shifts, tucking his thumb in with the rest of his fingers, and Credence whimpers as he clutches at the sheets, panic rising in his throat.

“Too big!” he cries.  “Too big, too big -”

Graves rotates his wrist, rocking it up and down almost gently, and Credence can feel his body start to yield.  His muscles give up, finally going fully lax as Graves slides his hand all the way inside.

“Ohhh…”  He’s speared so deeply.  He can feel Graves’ fingers moving inside him and he wants to cry, but the tears don’t come.

“Such a tight hole, fuck.”

He rocks his fist inside Credence’s body, punching in a little deeper and forcing his rim to stretch around his knuckles each time he thrusts.  Credence just takes it, there’s nothing else he can do; he lays there as Graves builds up a rhythm, concentrating on making his ass a nice, pleasing place for him to put his hand.

Time blurs, and eventually it isn’t such a stretch anymore.

When Graves finally finishes with him his hole is gaping open, twitching around nothing.  He just lays there for a moment – eyes glassy and breathing shallow – before he tries to close up.

He can’t.

He doesn’t seem able to react.  Everything is numb, except his hole, which is empty.

“Yeah, look at that.  That little slut hole will never be the same.”  Graves stands, and Credence feels his weight lift off the mattress.  “Not such a bad whore after all, you let me ruin you in the end.”

He’s ruined.  Will anyone even want to fuck him like this?  Will Grindelwald still be able to sell him?

Graves kneels in front of him, meeting his fuzzy gaze.

“I think you deserve a little tip.”  He flips open his wallet, glancing through it and pulling out a single dollar bill, which he crumples in his fist.  With an awful smirk, he pushes it against Credence’s lips. “Open up.”

Credence does.  Graves tucks the wad of paper inside, and presses one finger under his chin to close his mouth again.  Credence watches him stand. Graves takes in the length of his naked body and bends to spread his ass open one last time, chuckling and shaking his head at the sight.

“I sure wrecked you.”

His footsteps retreat across the room, the door creaking open and slamming behind him.

Hi! I just wanted to say thank your for bringing various content to us. I really enjoyed your bottom Gellert, it was pleasure to read “Your Body Is the Answer” and some time ago I fell in love with “It Eases Consequence”, it’s kinky as hell. It’s also nice that you show some humanly emotional Grindelwald in “Toxic”. Thank you.

Thank you!  Gellert makes a fantastic larger-than-life villain/dom, but occasionally it’s fun to explore other sides to him too.  Perhaps I’ll do another story like that, since it seems like there’s interest!

Day 7 – Scamandercest

Prompts: Praise-kink | Body Swap | Aphrodisiacs | Incest

Rape/Non-Con, Underage
Chapter tags: Newt Scamander/Theseus Scamander, Sibling Incest, Extremely Underage, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Cuddling & Snuggling, Manipulation, Praise Kink, Kissing

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Theseus has his baby brother all to himself.  Everything in his life is falling into place, and oh, this is the cherry on top of it all.

He has another three weeks before he starts at the ministry, and what better way to spend it than with his family, home for the summer one last time?  

His parents had been glad to have him – his mother especially – but tonight it’s just him and Newt.  After much reassuring from Theseus that he really didn’t mind, not one bit, his mother and father had left for a two day business trip to London.

And Theseus really doesn’t mind.  Not one bit.

He couldn’t possibly mind taking care of Newt, because Newt is lovely.  He’s clever and excitable and delicate in his own way, so compassionate and curious about the world.  So small, and so soft. He looks just like an angel with those big, blue eyes of his.

And the best part is, Newt adores his big brother.

Theseus makes Newt a very special mug of hot cocoa, smiling when his eyes light up at the treat.  After he’s drunk it all down Theseus puts on the radio and Newt happily accepts the invitation to climb into his lap, snuggling down against him with the unselfconsciousness only a child possesses.

It’s impossible to concentrate on the radio with Newt’s warm body pressed so close to him, squirming every now and then to get comfortable.  Theseus wraps his arms around him, prompting a happy sound from Newt, and buries his nose in his soft, clean hair. He smells like childhood, and it’s intoxicating.

Theseus knows he has to move slowly until the drug takes effect – he doesn’t want to frighten Newt, and the last thing he wants is to spend the evening consoling a crying six-year-old.  So he starts carefully, just rubbing a hand up and down Newt’s back, getting him accustomed to the touch before letting his fingertips find the strip of exposed skin where his shirt has ridden up.  Newt giggles like it tickles, so Theseus presses his palm flat to give him a deeper touch.

It isn’t long before his breathing becomes shallow, and he starts to squirm like he just can’t sit still.  “‘M too hot, Thes,” he mumbles, and god, could he be any more perfect?

“Yeah?  Okay baby, c’mere.”  Theseus shifts Newt on his lap, sitting him upright so he can get to his shirt buttons.  “Let’s cool you off a bit.”

Newt lets himself be undressed, too young to know he shouldn’t.  His eyes are glassy, his rosy cheeks brightly flushed, and when Theseus gets his shirt off he sucks in a breath to see how that flush extends all the way to his tiny, pink nipples.

Now that he’s gotten a taste he just needs to see more, and he makes Newt move so he can strip his pants and underwear off too, leaving him with a lapful of naked little boy.

“Baby, you’re beautiful.”  He means it. Theseus takes it all in; his body is still chubby with baby fat, everything so small and just the right size to fit in Theseus’ hands.  His lips, so plump and inviting. His little hands, grasping at Theseus’ shirt. And god, his tiny cock standing up proud between his legs.

Newt follows his gaze, and he frowns.  “Why’s it doing that?”

“Because you’re happy,” Theseus answers, unable to pry his eyes away.  “Here, see? Mine is too.”

Curiously Newt looks to Theseus’ crotch, taking in the growing bulge there.  With a little encouragement he reaches out one hand to feel it, and Theseus hisses through his teeth.

He’s had enough.  He quickly shucks off his own clothes, keeping Newt as close as he can while he does it, bringing him in to lay skin to skin against his chest, his baby brother settled right over his dick.

“That’s it, you’re such a good boy.”

Newt is quickly losing the plot, Theseus can tell.  His breathing is quick, head lolling against Theseus’ shoulder as he mumbles something with those cute lips, arms draped limply around his neck.

Theseus can scarcely decide where to start.  He squeezes Newt’s round bottom, fingers digging into the flesh, but he can’t ignore that sweet little mouth – Newt is drooling a little, his lips glistening, and Theseus quickly yields to the temptation they offer.  He can’t pass up the opportunity to take his little brother’s first kiss.

Newt doesn’t know what to do when Theseus’ lips meet his own, but eventually Theseus coaxes his way inside that little mouth.  He tastes so good, and Theseus swallows down each little whimper, he suckles on his lips, presses his tongue deep inside, exploring him and savoring every moment.

His cock twitches against Newt, and he thanks the stars for giving him such a perfect baby brother.

Will there be a sequel or at least Graves’s POV in Your Body Is The Answer? I’d love to see some bottom Grindlewald any day~

I’d love to explore more of that concept, but if I write more for it it will probably be a while off unfortunately.  That fic was mostly a standalone, but I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to writing more bottom!Gellert in general!  It’s not something I’ve seen a lot of in fandom, so it’s fun to play with

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BEWARE! HAVE YOU SEEN THIS WIZARD!?

To celebrate the 40 DAYS left to “Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald” première, I present my new creation: The Wanted Poster for Gellert Grindelwald. This was based on the wanted posters in “Fantastic Beasts” and I just had a fun time editing and searching for the right fonts to make it realistic and very different from the torn poster of Gellert that appears with a different layout in “Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them”. I hope you like it!

Ps: I’ll be posting more creations as a countdown to the movie release. The next (and the most difficult thing I made) will be posted next October 16 to celebrate the 30 days.

Day 6 – Grindelbone

Prompts: Daddy | Corset | Cock Worship | Biting

Rape/Non-Con
Chapter tags: Credence Barebone/Gellert Grindelwald, Rape, Non-Consensual Body Modification, (Past) Castration, Forced Feminization, Daddy Kink, Blowjobs, Cock Worship

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Credence makes a tiny gasp, the air rushing from his lungs all at once as his waist is constricted.  It’s been a few weeks since Grindelwald decided it was time to start waist training, but Credence still isn’t used to that sudden shock when he’s laced back into his corset after bathing.  Daddy always does it tighter than the time before, using magic to cinch the strings and tie them in unsolvable knots.

Credence looks down at himself, running his hands over his trim waist and marveling a little at the shape he makes.  He’s come so far, maybe he won’t need his lower ribs removed after all; the thought makes him a little nervous, it sounds harder than when Daddy took his balls.  Daddy seems pleased with his progress, though – even when he’s naked his curves are already starting to show.

“Come here, you pretty little thing,” Grindelwald says from where he reclines in his armchair, looking Credence up and down with a glint in his eye.  Credence blushes. He’s naked other than his corset, and having Daddy’s eyes on him always makes him squirm.

Credence turns to stand in front of him, hoping he’s in the mood to play.  He so wants to be played with.

He glances up from beneath his eyelashes just in time to see Grindelwald’s gaze rake over him from top to bottom.  “That’s my good girl. On your knees.”

He does as he’s told, sinking down to kneel on the carpet, back straight,  and crawling in between Grindelwald’s spread thighs. There’s a bulge in his Daddy’s trousers and oh, he bites his lip just thinking about it.  

“Go on,” Grindelwald urges.  Credence doesn’t need any more prompting.  He nuzzles against that bulge, pressing kisses to it as his fingers work the fastenings, gently parting the fabric to reveal Grindelwald’s erection.

Credence just stares for a moment, close enough to go cross eyed looking at the head.  He’s transfixed by that cock; it’s so wide, roped with veins, and as he watches a bead of precome wells up from the tip.  Credence ducks in and licks it away, prompting a groan from Daddy.

Without hesitation Credence swallows down the length of his cock, quickly fucking himself until it’s coated in thick saliva; Daddy’s favorite lube.  Once it’s wet enough that he’s drooling down his chin Credence pulls back, placing little kisses and kitten licks down his shaft from the head to the base.

Daddy is moaning, head tipped back while he murmurs things like “Good girl, good – oh, good slut,” one hand cupping the back of Credence’s head, and he’s so proud to make Daddy feel this good.

He buries his nose in the thick hair at Grindelwald’s crotch so that he can kiss his balls, suckling gently while he wraps his hand around his cock and rubs at the head with his thumb.  That makes Daddy’s thighs shake, and Credence feels warm all over, his own flaccid cock drooling between his legs.

He just hopes that after Daddy comes he’ll still fuck his pussy before bed.