Tag: grindelbone

Oh my god yes. Gellert AND Credence catching Newt. Newt being so horribly confused about why Credence is now helping the bad guy. And Gellert letting Credence break Newt, only getting involved when his pants get too tight. THIS.

Okay but what about – Gellert TEACHING Credence how to break Newt??

“Harder, my boy. See the set of his jaw? He doesn’t understand his place yet. No, no, leave the blindfold on, I want you to see what sensory deprivation does to a person.”

While Newt begs Credence to stop and think, Gellert is using him, already used him in New York, please Credence there are people who can help you –

And Credence just stares at him with a look of awe on his face, marveling at the power Gellert is teaching him to wield over another human being. He loves Newt’s whimpers, his pleas, the way his body gets all soft and desperate when he’s hurt.

As Newt comes closer and closer to breaking Credence grows to admire Gellert more and more.

Grindelwald watches Credence touch and explore his body and gets so painfully aroused, but he knows that the boy needs time. But pleasuring himself is not enough to satisfy Grindelwald’s need, so Percival has to be the “victim”. He wants Percival to suffer twice as much as he has to, so he restrains him and edges him into insanity. Then he fucks him until they both are screaming. And Credence has no idea of Grindelwald’s desire for his body.

Ooh poor Percy XD It sounds like Grindelwald is holding him captive? In which case I love the idea that while Gellert may have taken great pleasure in playing with him at first, he now uses him only as a substitute for someone he desires more. Maybe Percival even misses when Grindelwald used to treat him as someone special, even though he hates himself for feeling that way. But Grindelwald’s moved on, and Percival is nothing special at all anymore. Used up and replaced.

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kier1926:

kier1926:

One of my favourite moments with Credence in FB2 is when Nagini hugs him after everything that happened with Irma and Grimmson, and he raises his hands – but can’t hug her back.

So. I need a grindence nsfw where Grindelwald asks Credence not just accept touches but touch him in return, telling him what to do, guiding his hands with his own, praising him and enjoying him.

Words cannot express how much I would love to see this.

What about Credence being the whipping boy for all of Gellert’s anger and resentment towards Albus? He couldn’t have him, and Albus turned his back on him, so now he has Credence (possibly young Dumbledore brother) to take it all out on, both as punishment and sex.

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mercurial-tenacity:

I am so here for Gellert taking out all of his issues with Albus on poor Credence – who, despite presumably researching the wizarding world after leaving New York, cannot possibly have the full context for who Albus is and why Gellert is does what he does.

Personally I have a soft spot for Gellert being horribly, manipulatively gentle with Credence, but I can get behind Gellert being rough and aggressive with him as well.  Perhaps after he’s thoroughly won Credence to his side and doesn’t need to be so careful with him anymore his behavior starts to change; the gentle touches turn more demanding, words become harsh, and gradually Gellert grows outright cruel.

He’s still kind and gentle sometimes, though – when he’s in a good mood, just often enough to make sure that Credence won’t ever leave him.

I like your soft spot.

Maybe he fears his personality coming out too much
in front of Credence, and knows that it will, eventually. He is cruel and
manipulative and controlling by nature, even in those rare, rare moments that
he does, actually, care for someone. He doesn’t necessarily want to be, but it’s the way he is. He could have become that way with Albus,
and he knows it. It probably did come out in little ways while they were swept up
together, and of course, at the end. It blew up astronomically. He fears this
will cause him to lose Credence (again, exactly as his callousness and
obliviousness did in New York) and tries to hold it back as long as possible.
But he still snaps. His temper still rises and carries him away, no matter how
much he doesn’t want to hurt the boy in the long run. His viciousness wants him
to hurt the boy in the moment. Regret follows after.

I love this so much.

Gellert doesn’t want to hurt Credence, but sometimes he needs to. He gets agitated, worked up – and it’s always worst when it’s to do with Albus. Gellert uncovers a spy in his ranks, learns of some counter move, and it’s bad enough that his plans are being disrupted but worse that it’s Albus doing it – Albus, who was supposed to rule at his side –

It’s time like that when Gellert finds he needs to see Credence cry.

Once the anger fades afterwards he takes Credence into his arms, soothes him and holds him close, and Gellert knows how lucky he is that the boy sees a certain amount of abuse as a necessary component of love.

I love how quiet Grindelwald is. He doesn’t shout, he doesn’t rage, he’s always in control. This makes him SO sexy and attractive of course dangerous omg. I think Credence would feel the same – he would be terribly scared of Grindelwald, but just being near him would make his feelings go wild. And Grindelwald would love his mixed feelings oh YES

Right??  It’s wonderful.  He’s coiled, poised, ready to strike and always in control.  He doesn’t have to posture because he already knows how fucking badass he is.

It would make Credence absolutely melt, and Gellert would feed off his fear and desire.

ooooh I like the concept of Grindelwald watching Credence touch himself. Do you think he’d be more into playing with the boy himself, or just watching him masturbate?

I think he’d do both.

He’d seduce Credence slowly, being so careful of his boundaries and never to push him, never asking for anything he wasn’t comfortable with.  He’d be patient and so very kind, giving Credence soft touches and working up to kisses, never ever doing more than he could handle.

And he’d watch Credence play with himself at night, so achingly aroused by seeing his tentative, exploratory touches as he learns his own body.  Credence had always been taught that touching himself was a sin so he’s rather inexperienced, but Gellert finds his naivete in that area incredibly attractive.  It feels so intimate to watch him discover pleasure.

He finds himself looking in on the boy quite often, and before long he notices a pattern – Credence is much more likely to return to his rooms and start touching himself after Gellert gives him a nice, deep kiss.  On the day Credence cries out his name when he orgasms, Gellert comes harder than he has in years.

And when Credence finally finds himself in Gellert’s bed, he knows just how Credence likes to be touched?  All the right places, exactly the right pace, how??

What about Credence being the whipping boy for all of Gellert’s anger and resentment towards Albus? He couldn’t have him, and Albus turned his back on him, so now he has Credence (possibly young Dumbledore brother) to take it all out on, both as punishment and sex.

I am so here for Gellert taking out all of his issues with Albus on poor Credence – who, despite presumably researching the wizarding world after leaving New York, cannot possibly have the full context for who Albus is and why Gellert is does what he does.

Personally I have a soft spot for Gellert being horribly, manipulatively gentle with Credence, but I can get behind Gellert being rough and aggressive with him as well.  Perhaps after he’s thoroughly won Credence to his side and doesn’t need to be so careful with him anymore his behavior starts to change; the gentle touches turn more demanding, words become harsh, and gradually Gellert grows outright cruel.

He’s still kind and gentle sometimes, though – when he’s in a good mood, just often enough to make sure that Credence won’t ever leave him.

I would loooove to see Grindelwald slowly, deliciously and underhandedly, seducing Credence back into his arms, and to his cause, at Nurmengard.

It’s the touch that gets to him, really. Grindelwald is patient with him for the first few weeks, answering his questions and reassuring him and never, ever pushing him. It’s nice, but strange, to have someone care about /him/ for once instead of what he can be used for. As much as it hurts to think about, he isn’t sure Mr. Graves ever cared about him that way. Ma certainly didn’t.

But Grindelwald – Gellert, as he’d asked Credence to call him, as though they were equals – gives him guidance and safety and answers to question burned deep into his soul without asking for anything at all in return. It’s heady, dizzying.

But it’s the touches that truly make his head spin. Gellert lays a hand on his arm and it makes the skin prickle, that single point of contact suddenly taking up his entire focus. He folds Credence into his arms, holds him close, and Credence melts in his embrace. He doesn’t mean to but his muscles go loose and he can’t help it, mind falling blissfully blank while Gellert caresses his cheek and whispers in his ear.

And when Gellert’s lips brush his own, it lights him up more powerfully than magic ever could.

Day 28 – Grindelbone

Prompts: Omorashi | Stripping/Striptease | Vore | Humiliation

Rape/Non-Con Elements
Chapter tags: Gellert Grindelwald/Credence Barebone, Kneeling, Cockwarming, Magical Bondage, Watersports, Piss Drinking, Humiliation, Dehumanization, Wetting

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Credence shivers in the slight chill which pervades the room, trying to ignore the ache in his knees.  He wants to lash out, to beg, to run, but he can’t; all he can do is kneel between Grindelwald’s thighs, his limbs unnaturally numb and heavy from whatever spell he’d used, focusing with everything he has on keeping control of his body while he drools around Grindelwald’s thick, soft cock resting on his tongue

Credence had tried to be good, to obey and submit, but it wasn’t enough.  Grindelwald wanted Credence to accept his new place, to learn that he could be made to do anything, at any time, and Credence is used to people hurting him but at least then he’d felt like a person.  Now… he isn’t so sure.

Grindelwald sighs, releasing another hot stream of piss down Credence’s throat, and he swallows it all down on reflex while his cheeks burn with shame, his body unable to do anything else.  He doesn’t know how much more he can hold. His muscles are already cramping with the effort of holding it in, all of the willpower he has left concentrated on holding back the pressure in his bladder.  But it keeps growing. It’s painful by now, and with his body numbed as it is he can’t even squirm. He wants release so badly, and he’s already let Grindelwald do so much to him, but he can’t let go – the thought makes him sick.  He can’t explain why this is so much worse than everything else, but he would rather take a week’s lashings than wet himself with Grindelwald’s piss.

That’s probably why Grindelwald decided to do it; he’d found the one thing which could still get a fight out of Credence.

He groans, pained and desperate.  The waistband of his pants is cutting into him, making the pressure worse, because yes, Grindelwald had taken his shirt but left him his pants.  At first Credence had thought is was a strange mercy. Now he isn’t sure. He’s certain that if he looked down his belly would be distended; it burns, and he can practically feel his muscles trembling, but he won’t, he won’t –

He feels a spasm in his gut, and for a terrible, overwhelming moment his control slips.  He clamps down again, hard, but not before a small, damp patch appears at his crotch. He wants to cry, but he doesn’t know if it’s from the humiliation of losing control, the relief of the pressure easing slightly, or the frustration of forcing himself to stop.

It only gets harder after that.  Each second takes an eternity to pass, and all he can feel is the deep, burning ache.  He has no concept of how long it takes, but eventually his overworked muscles just… give in.  He tries to stop it even as he feels the first spurt of warmth between his legs, but now that his muscles have slackened he can’t force them contract any longer.  He can’t do anything but sit there as warm piss soaks his crotch, runs down the insides of his thighs, and splashes into a puddle on the floor.

And, God help him, it feels amazing.  The relief as the pressure inside him eases is pure bliss, washing away the pain that had taken hold of his body, and it just goes on, and on, and on, his exhausted muscles reveling in finally resting and his bladder in being relieved of the strain.  The flood slows to a trickle, his dick dribbling out the last few drops of piss, and at long last Grindelwald takes his cock from Credence’s mouth.

Fatigue hits him like a physical thing.  Grindelwald leans forward, cupping Credence’s cheek and wiping away his tears while the soaked fabric of Credence’s pants starts to grow cold and clammy against his skin.

“Do you understand now?” he asks, gentle.

Credence thinks he does.