Mirror AU with dark!Albus or dark!Newt and defeated GG as a pet. Magical castration. Piercings. Tattoo on Gellert’s neck with the name of his master. Newt being nice and gentle making Gellert asking for horrible things. Petting him after every failure he makes, every time Gellert feels like he is close of loosing his mind. And Albus always being cool minded, never slightly interested in granting Gellert relief or mercy even for a little while.

um YES. Is this a mirror verse where Gellert was trying to bring peace between the magical and muggle worlds by ending the secrecy while Albus wanted to stay in the shadows and manipulate muggle society so that they never rose above their place? And when Gellert loses instead of imprisoning him in Nurmengard Albus keeps him as a trophy, glad to have him back after all this time. He is cold to him, though. Gellert lost. He is weak. And Albus will never let him forget it.

And Newt – maybe he was the one to finally tame Grindelwald, so he has a claim on him too. He doesn’t want to see Gellert suffer, just submit totally. And after Albus’ cruelty, all it takes is a crooning voice and caress of his flank for Gellert fall into place, completely obedient and docile. Newt gathers him into his arms and speaks to him softly until his shivering subsides and a little bit of lucidity returns to his eyes.

“Sssh, you’re all right. No one expects you to be capable. It was a simple task, but too difficult for you. That’s fine.”

Gellert whines, a hint of the proud man he once was flickering across his face – but only a hint. It’s quickly replaced by a look of shame, apology, and fear. Gellert is broken now, and there’s no going back.

“You’ll have to do something else for us, though. Something a pet as stupid as you can handle. Why don’t you think of a way to make yourself prettier for me?”

Newt waits, smiling indulgently, while Gellert’s eyes dart in thought. He’ll admit that he’s looking forward to whatever his pet comes up with – the worst tortures wrought upon his body have been Gellert’s own ideas. Last time he’d been set this task he’d asked for his nipples to be stretched; and so they had been, slowly, excruciatingly, until they’re now over an inch from his chest and studded with jewels. Even Albus loves to tug on them, so easy now to grab.

“My… my dick,” Gellert says at last, his voice scratchy and hoarse.

“What about it, pet?” Newt prompts.

Gellert’s forehead creases, and he works his jaw for a moment before continuing. “It would – another piercing would look better. Through the head this time. If it – a thick one, and if it was a ring, you – then you could put weights on it.”

He sags in Newt’s arms, exhausted, and Newt’s smile widens.

“Oh, good boy. Ask me properly.”

Gellert shivers, closes his eyes, but he does as he’s told.

“Please, Master. Please, will you let me be pretty for you?”

What do you think about omega!Theseus or submissive!Theseus after watching second movie? Do you have any interest in continuing kink prompt with him and Grindelwald? In the movie Theuseus looks more like soft and sweet cookie than auror, determined and extremely emotional, but still… Soft. What is your opinion about him? Possible interaction with Grindelwald in your fiction?

mercurial-tenacity:

I don’t know tbh. Theseus in the movie was just so smol and soft like what?? The actor did a fine job, but not how I picture him tbh. He looked so out of place next to the other three ministry men in Newt’s hearing.

That said, I definitely intend to continue the thesewald kinktober ficlet, and I could definitely see writing more with that pairing.

I can absolutely see movie!Theseus as a sweet, soft omega, but I’m not sure how that meshes with my vision of fanon!Theseus yet? Definitely not opposed to it on priciple and certainly wouldn’t mind reading it, but not sure about writing it. I could probably be persuaded by the right prompt though. Imagine if Theseus and Newt were both omegas… I’m sure there are quite a few alphas who would love to own that pair. I actually like that quite a bit… XD

Okay so the more I think about this, the more I’m into it.

Imagine Theseus and Newt kept in an ornate cage together, padded with blankets and cushions but still very much a cage, still on display. They’re kept naked, huddling together for comfort, and Theseus wants so badly to be the hero everyone thinks he is. He has to take care of Newt, he’s an auror, he should be able to do something –

And a heat is induced in one of them – let’s say Newt. It’s Theseus who’s going to get fucked though, the alpha grabs him by the hips and lines up his cock, but as soon as Theseus says “No, you bastard, don’t,” he pauses.

“I like my omegas willing,” the alpha growls, “and if you don’t want my dick I know your brother does.”

Newt does. He’s so deep in heat that he’s begging for it, crying, please please fuck me alpha please, and Theseus knows he has to be the big brother. He has to be the hero. So he begs for it.

He acts like a good omega and takes it, writhes for it, even though it hurts at first because that cock is just so fucking big and his body isn’t ready – but it doesn’t take long for him to realize how good it feels to be filled, to be fucked into and taken while his hole leaks and throbs.

He’s fucked until he’s drooling on the floor with a belly full of alpha come. And then, of course, it’s Newt’s turn.

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.

whenever you do omega!graves fic my palms get itchy and I just want to grab that fic and squeeze. your abo porn star Thesival was soo good and yummy. Been enjoying all your kinktober fics and dipping into non graves pairing, thank you! also, your grindelgraves darkfics give me life!

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 😀

In your Cruel World verse, have the bad guys won (magic supremacy)? So maybe what grave/grindlewald is doing is not unusual, and you can just keep muggle-borns as pets to do what you wish with?

Oooh worldbuilding questions! This is super interesting to me because with Credence kept so isolated, and writing from his POV, it’s not something I get to address within the stories themselves.

I would say at this point in the series – New and Improved – Graves and Grindelwald are gaining significant traction and power. They haven’t won, and if they were to win it would be quite a ways off, but their ideology is well established and they have a very significant number of followers and sympathizers, including within the governments of some nations.

Keeping “pets” is definitely still unusual, but it’s likely something the right people in the right areas would turn a blind eye to. Unlike Voldemort’s ideology though, I don’t think Grindelwald would view muggle-borns all that differently from pure-bloods and half-bloods. They all have magic, and they’re definitely not sub-human. But he probably wouldn’t have a problem with people keeping muggles as pets or slaves.

After they took Credence off the street and discovered the magic had been burnt out of him (or perhaps just deeply scarred, but that’s another topic), he was useless to them, and what were they going to do? Let him go? So instead of a weapon he became a toy. Without magic it’s not like he really matters anyway. He was weak enough to have it scorched out of him, so he’s not much better than a plaything, really. They see him as an acceptable target for abuse not because of anything to do with his parentage, but because in their eyes he doesn’t have all the elements needed to count as a person.

I feel like I rambled a bit, but I hope that made sense – I love questions like this, thank you anon!

So I’ve seen this idea floating around somewhere before and figured it was something you’d might like. But omegaverse grindelgraves where Grindelwald forces Graves to mate with him.

You are absolutely right, this is something I VERY MUCH like. I’m here for it in so many different ways – @funkzpiel has a wonderful fic where Grindelwald forces Graves to mate with him during his captivity, @thegaypumpingthroughyourveins had the absolutely GORGEOUS idea for that royalty au, there are so many ways it could happen. Maybe Grindelwald offers him a deal; he’ll spare New York – for now – but Graves has to agree to be his. Or maybe it’s how he captures Graves to begin with, mating him so that he can’t resist his alpha and willingly lets himself be taken.

Regardless – you are 100% correct anon, Grindelgraves and forced mating are two things I LOVE, and they just get better when you put them together

Hmm, three words : Grindelgraves + arranged marriage. Throw in some ABO for good measure. Political leader/king/whatever Grindelwald just rose to power and its bad not to have an omega consort at his side. Picks him out of like a hundred omegas because he’s the only one who bites back. Proceeds to bond him right there in front of everyone before ordering him to his chambers. Graves in tears, holding his neck where the bleeding bite mark is, unable not to follow orders –

Going upstairs on shaking legs, Grindelwald following him with his eyes, triumph and lust in them. He’s still hard as a rock, all he did was bite Graves but oh, how the omega responded so beautifully… “Out,” he barks at his hunchmen in the room. “Get the rest of the sluts out, I found mine.”

Oh my god I LOVE THIS.

Percival doesn’t think he’ll ever be chosen, not really. But the other omegas bore Grindelwald – sure, there are some he’d like to fuck, but none he wants to mate. They’re either afraid to make him angry or too eager to be picked to show any real spirit.

But Graves… he doesn’t hide how much he loathes Grindelwald, how much he hates being rounded up and put on display, and that’s a spirit Grindelwald wants to break. After all, if he can’t rule one defiant omega why even bother trying to rule a kingdom?

And to hear the way Graves begs when Grindelwald whirls him around and pins him down, breath hot on the back of his neck, and he realizes what’s about to happen – “No, no, please don’t do this, don’t – I don’t want this, God, no -”

He’s so shocked afterwards. His whole life gone in an instant, his body changing to crave his Alpha’s control, and he’s just in tears.

Grindelwald will enjoy turning him into the perfect little omega pet. I bet he dresses him up with piercings and jewelry, keeps him in these gauzy, floaty clothes that do more to reveal than to cover, using him as decoration whenever he makes a public appearance.

And Graves – he hates Grindelwald. He does. But he loves obeying his mate, he loves being a good little omega and getting knotted, and eventually his biology and Grindelwald’s conditioning takes over more and more until he’s a soft, helpless little thing who just does what his Alpha tells him. And he’s happy.

Yeah, I’m gonna have to write it, aren’t I? XD

Hello! I absolutely love your writing and was wondering if you would ever consider expanding on your abo fics?

Hi friend! I’m so happy you like my writing 😀

I don’t currently have plans to write more for any of my abo stories (except that one Newt/Theseus wip I’ve had sitting around forever……..) but there will definitely be more abo in the future. Is there a specific one you wanted to see continued? Throw some ideas my way, if something sounds fun I might do it!

‘be a good omega before I use my cock to make you be one “+ uuuuuh…. Gramander? :’) omega Percy bc I’m weak

Written for the above prompt in conjunction with Day 6 of @fantasticsmutbeastsweek – Find my fics on AO3!

It’s Only Natural

Pairing: Gramander (Newt/Percival)

Words: 2779

Tags: Non-con, a/b/o, dark!Newt, alpha!Newt, omega!Percival,

forced relationship, forced bonding, knotting, in heat, anal sex, biting, mentions of/talking about mpreg, PWP, dark

Percival Graves does not often panic. In fact, it would be said by many of his aurors that he never panics.

It’s ridiculous. He’s faced down criminals who had no qualms about maiming him, survived a war which by all reckoning should have killed him, and this is what gets to him? His own body?

He needs to calm down. His heart is hammering, breathing rapid – he stumbles, steading himself against the wall of the corridor. He needs to get to his office. Or a doctor. Yes, perhaps a doctor would be best. A doctor could tell him why his suppressants failed; most importantly, a doctor could stop this before it consumes him.

There are aspects of being an omega that Percival doesn’t mind, some he even enjoys, but the heats – the fucking awful heats – are not one of them. He shakes his head to clear it, but it only increases his dizziness. A doctor, where can he find – not here, there aren’t doctors at MACUSA. He’ll have to go outside. And then… somewhere with doctors.

Merlin, he’s going to die.

“Mr Graves?”

Percival turns at the sound of his name, swaying on the spot. A hand grips his shoulder. He looks up at green eyes and red hair, freckles dotting a face creased with concern. Theseus’ little brother.

He lets out a breath of relief. Newt can help him, he’ll know what to do. He hates to be seen like this by anyone, but he’ll get over it so long as someone makes it stop. He’s burning up, his mind is already hazy; he can’t take much more.

“Scamander,” he rasps out. “Doctor, I need a doctor.”

Newt keeps him upright, but he doesn’t move. “You’re in heat,” he says, and it’s not a question.

Graves squeezes his eyes shut and nods. “Doctor. Hurry.” Every moment counts, he only has so long before his body can’t be stopped.

“It’s all right,” Newt soothes, finally moving to take action. “I have exactly what you need. In my case,” he explains to Graves’ questioning look. “It will be faster, you don’t have much time. I know what I’m doing, Mr Graves.”

Graves meets Newt’s earnest gaze, teetering on the edge of indecision – until he feels the first beads of slick starting to form, and he knows he’ll never make it to a doctor.

He nods and Newt moves at once, taking him around the waist and sweeping him into an empty room off the corridor. Newt wastes no time, opening his case and guiding Percival down the steep staircase, into his private sanctuary.

It is dark at first, and Percival blinks, glad to have Newt steadying him. He puts his weight against the other man, too fuzzy headed to care what image it makes to rely so heavily on him for support. His strength is reassuring, and Percival is reminded that despite his lithe frame, he’s spent years in the field under demanding conditions, and it shows in his body. Percival can’t help but wonder how that works – an alpha working so closely with animals, particularly ones which are threatened or vulnerable. But Newt’s is such a gentle, calm strength that perhaps it makes sense. Percival finds himself with no trouble imagining how his presence would be a comfort.

They descend into Newt’s little cottage, and Percival takes in a blur of scattered parchment, colorful bottles cluttering overfull shelves, and the distant sounds of Newt’s creatures as he’s led over to the bed. He falls heavily, curling into the soft blankets and surrounding himself with Newt’s scent. Soon this nightmare will be over, Newt will give him some potion or tonic and he’ll wake up himself. He’ll figure out what went wrong with his suppressants. All of this will be behind him, and they never need speak of it again. He’ll be okay.

Newt rolls him onto his back while Percival groans in protest, not wanting to move. Moving makes slick leak out of him, an awful squelching feeling that he never want to experience again in his life. Newt quickly strips him of his shoes and his tie, loosening his collar before Percival can get himself together enough to protest.

“What – what are you doing? Stop,” he says weakly. “Fix this, Scamander.”

“Why?” he asks, and Percival looks up at him with pure disbelief. He struggles to rise but Newt’s hands are firm on his shoulders, pressing him into the bed and sending a shiver down his spine.

“I don’t have time for -”

“You don’t have time for anything,” Newt interrupts. “If you’d gotten help an hour ago, perhaps you’d have time. But you’re already producing slick, aren’t you?”

The casual way he says it makes Percival flinch. He turns his head away but Newt looms above him, his presence seeming to grow and impressing on Percival just the situation he’s in – pinned in bed, an alpha above him, and in heat.

Newt never intended to help him.

His heart sinks, dropping straight through to his churning stomach. He’s an idiot, a heat-dumb idiot who couldn’t even see an alpha looking at him like prey. And now – he doesn’t know how long he has before the heat takes over, but it will. He’ll be out of his mind, helpless with an alpha who lured him off and pinned him to a bed. Newt could do anything to him – mate him, knock him up, steal his life away all because Percival had been a damned fool.

He lashes out, doing his best the throw Newt off and make a run for it, but he doesn’t even make it off the bed. Newt catches his wrists and pins them to the mattress, trapping him like a helpless kitten as Graves jerks in his grip. He should be able to get out of this easily, he’s fought bigger men – but the heat drains his strength, syphoning off every last ounce and funneling it straight into a building, raging need. He’s here in Newt’s bed, covered in his scent, and his body doesn’t want to fight any more.

He thrashes with renewed fury at the realization, but Newt takes it in stride.

“Shh, shh, calm down,” Newt says, frowning as though concerned that Percival is getting himself so worked up. His tone is sweet yet firm, and it makes a growing part of Percival want to obey his every word. “This is your nature, you’ll be happier when you accept it. Suppressants only mask it for a while. This is what every omega needs, deep down.” Newt rubs his thumbs over the soft inside of Percival’s wrists, soothing him, and Percival shakes his head.

“Fuck you,” he snarls. “What do you know?”

“A great deal,” Newt says, still infuriatingly calm. “Omegas are animals, just like any other. You’re driven by biology and instincts, you can’t fight it any more than my creatures can. A nundu will always be a nundu, and an omega will always be an omega. You’re built to submit, don’t struggle.”

“Is this how things work in England? You’re all a bunch of fucking ass-backward imbeciles?” The words are harsh, but the only thing behind them is desperation. His body is too far gone. His hole is loose and aching, chills racing along his limbs, and he twitches with the impulse to turn over and present himself so that Newt can mount him.

“This is how things work in nature. Now, be a good omega before I use my cock to make you one.”

Percival moans and shakes his head, but Newt releases his wrists anyway. The moment is precarious; Percival can almost picture himself rising up, shoving Newt away and hurling a curse to keep him at bay, running for it and locking himself in his office, safe and alone – but he doesn’t. He doesn’t want to be alone, he doesn’t want to do anything Newt says not to. Everything is falling from his grasp, his body, his life, all slipping through his fingers like water until he’s falling freely, confused and disoriented, wanting someone else to take charge and guide him back to safety.

Percival’s eyes flutter shut, and he exhales a shuddery breath. He squirms on the bed, tossing his head back and forth as the heat envelopes him.

His clothes are too scratchy, he wants them off – and, oh, Newt is already helping him out of his pants. Percival kicks them away hurriedly, rolling onto his stomach as soon as his legs are free so that he can offer Newt his ass. He presses backwards, drawing his knees up under himself and spreading his legs wide, hoping that Newt will like what he sees, god, he needs Newt to want him. His own little cock dangles between his legs and his hole is lax and dripping with slick; ready for an alpha’s cock.

Newt hums approvingly, laying a hand on him and spreading his ass, exposing his hungry, fluttery hole. He aches so bad inside. Newt squeezes his flesh and Percival moans, bucking his hips backwards in an attempt to make Newt take him. He wants to be filled up and knotted, he wants it now, he’s waited so long – he can feel beads of slick dripping down the insides of his thighs, why isn’t Newt fucking him?

“Please,” he begs, “please, please Alpha, I need it, I need you inside, please may I have your knot, oh please…” He’s barely aware of the words tumbling from his mouth, thinking only of Newt’s overwhelming scent and how empty his insides are.

“Oh, good boy,” Newt praises him. He circles Percival’s rim with his thumb and sets off fireworks along his nerves, exploding into little starbursts behind his eyelids. It’s not enough. “I’ll take good care of you, don’t you worry. Such a good little omega.” Newt’s voice is like honey, flowing over Percival in warm, sweet waves until he’s lost in it. He rocks with Newt’s hands, still massaging him, shivery and quivering beneath the touch and melting just like sugar.

Newt gets him all soft and loose before finally, finally shifting to take his own straining cock out of his pants. It makes his scent stronger, and Percival moans in appreciation.

Behind him, Newt laughs. A moment later Percival feels the thick, blunt head of his cock nudging against his hole and he presses back to take it, chanting a mindless little litany of “Please, please, please,” under his breath.

His soft hole offers no resistance, opening up like butter to welcome Newt inside. In one long, smooth thrust Newt bottoms out, making Percival whine with relief at how well it stretches his hole, the ache just perfect to make his eyes roll back in his head. His body grips Newt’s cock, trying to pulls it deeper even though it’s filled him up completely. The action makes Newt groan. He grips Percival’s hips hard, fingers pressing dusky little bruises into his pale skin, and drags his hips back before slamming forward in a brutal thrust.

Percival howls, but not in protest. He scrabbles at the sheets as the alpha fucks him, overwhelmed and seeking purchase. Everything in the world has narrowed down to Newt’s thick cock and the liquid pleasure he feels when it fill him; the rhythm of their bodies together as Newt makes a place for himself inside Percival, and nothing has ever felt so right.

He comes moments later. His soft little omega cock spills clear fluid onto Newt’s sheets, and it makes Percival shudder and tense and cry as he’s fucked through it. Newt grunts at the pressure around his cock, fucking him harder still. Percival jerks, sensation spiking through him and just on the cusp of too much, but it doesn’t matter. Newt will have him and do with him as he likes, and he isn’t going to stop just because the oversensitivity makes Percival cry.

Percival can feel Newt’s cock starting to thicken; barely noticeable at first, just enough to make the stretch a little sweeter with each thrust. But the moment Percival feels it his entire being shifts. He’s flooded with undiluted need, every cell craving a full knot nestled in his hole as though he were suffocating and craving air. He fucks back against Newt and squeezes around his length, wanting to make it feel so good for him, trying to give him the best little omega hole he can to bury his cock in.

Newt groans in appreciation and to Percival’s delight his cock continues to thicken, swelling until he’s grunting with the effort of forcing it inside on each thrust. If Percival were more aware the stretch might hurt, opening him so impossibly wide, but all he feels in that moment is bliss. This is what his body is meant for, this is his purpose, and he loves it.

Newt’s knot catches – it tugs at his rim but Percival’s body refuses to let it go, keeping it snug inside where it belongs, and a moment later he can feel Newt’s release as he grinds against his insides, filling him up with thick, hot come. Percival’s whole body goes limp, sagging against the bed in satisfaction as he’s filled.

“Oh, fuck,” Newt pants. “I’ll fill you so deep – I’ll fill you up with pups, would you like that? God, you’ll make such a good mama.”

Percival makes a quiet little mewl in response, too preoccupied with the way Newt’s knot rubs against his tender insides to really understand what he’s saying. Newt rolls them over, wrapping his arms around Percival and pulling him flush against his chest as he settles on his side, surrounding Percival with his warm, strong body. It makes his knot shift within Percival, just enough to send aftershocks dancing up his spine as a sloppy, come happy smile spreads over his face.

But even so, something nags at him. He can’t quite grasp it through the hazy muddle of his thoughts, but something worries him…

He doesn’t want to raise pups alone. That’s it. He presses back against Newt with a tiny noise of distress, not knowing what to do, wriggling in his arms in an effort to get closer because he doesn’t want to be left alone. He needs an alpha to help him, to make decisions for him, or he’ll be lost. Clearly Newt knows better than him; he hadn’t thought it was time for pups, but Newt showed him he was wrong. He needs help, he needs guidance.

“Mm,” he tries, his tongue slow and his mind heavy. “Be… be a mama?”

“That’s right,” Newt coos. His hand finds Percival’s lower belly and rubs circles into it, making Percival shiver and relax. “You’ll be so much happier that way. No big responsibilities, no more nasty suppressants in your system. Just being bred up nice and full.”

Percival squirms, not knowing how to voice his worry. It sounds so nice, but… “Don’ wanna be alone,” he mumbles, and behind him Newt laughs.

“Oh, little darling, no. You’ll stay here with me. You never need to leave my case again, I’ll keep you nice and safe. Don’t you know I take care of all my creatures?” His breath brushes against the back of Percival’s neck, tickling that as yet untouched spot. No one has ever touched him there – he’s never let anyone touch him there, but this time it’s not his choice to make. Newt’s lips find his mating gland, and Percival goes completely still.

He never thought this moment would come. He had dreaded it before, feared it. But now he can’t remember why.

Newt’s teeth close over the back of his neck, and Percival’s spine melts like hot wax in Newt’s mouth. Newt bites him hard, teeth digging into his flesh and bruising again and again, following it by lapping and sucking at the tender skin while Percival shivers, twitches, and lets Newt claim him. He drools on the sheets while his body learns to crave Newt’s presence, his dominance, forgetting he ever had a life before this. He’s not Director Graves anymore, he’s Newt’s little omega; bonded to him immutably, mated at last. He can feel his body changing and settling, and he’s never felt so complete.

“You can live like a real omega now,” Newt murmurs to him. “No more stress. No unhappiness. No thinking about the big, scary world. You’ll stay here forever, with pups in your belly and a cock in your hole. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?”

Percival smiles. He can’t disagree with his alpha – his. His mate – so he nods. He burrows closer and closes his eyes, content in his new life.

Hey! If you’re taking prompts, maybe the “look how much you’re trembling” (from the abo list) for grindelgraves? Preferably with omega Percival

Thank you so much for the prompt, anon! I had a blast writing it. Full disclaimer, it’s true PWP – I have no idea why they’re in this situation or doing these things, but.

I’ll probably clean it up and post it to AO3 tomorrow, but for now, enjoy 😀

Warnings for non-con, rough sex, and forced submission.

Percival shivers – shudders – and steps back. He hadn’t wanted this. He hadn’t planned it. And now there’s nothing he can do to stop it. His instincts scream at him to bow his head and submit to this alpha because he’ll be hurt so much worse if he tries to fight or run. Just do what he says, just obey; except he still doesn’t want this.

Gellert closes the space between them, and why did Percival ever think he might be different? This smooth talking German man who oozed friendship with a smile, and in the end wanted the same things as every other alpha.

“Du machst mich so geil,” he mutters, voice low, and Percival doesn’t understand the words but the tone is unmistakable. He winds his hands around Percival’s waist, pulling them flush against each other and pressing forward so that Percival can feel his growing bulge grind against his own small, soft dick. A whine escapes him as his breath speeds up and he looks away, glancing around the room as though he might find a way out of this.

There isn’t one.

“Relax, little darling,” Gellert murmurs, a smile pulling at his lips. “Komm schon.” His hands rest on Percival’s hips, thumbs rubbing circles into the dip of his waist and holding him in place, keeping him still and making him be good.

Then one of those big, warm hands starts to move, sliding around to cup his ass and squeeze, fingers pressing into his flesh and massaging him while Percival gasps. He can’t do this, he doesn’t want to do this – his own hands grip Gellert’s shoulders, scrabbling desperately and trying to find an anchor while Gellert’s fingers press right there, right against his aching hole through the too-thin fabric of his pants.

Percival jerks, twists, too scared to truly fight but also too scared to let this happen, pushing back against Gellert’s shoulders and trying to just put a little distance between them, something, anything –

Quick as lightning Gellert’s hand closes on the scruff of his neck, squeezing, pressing deep into that gland that tells him everything is going to be okay, your alpha has you, just let it happen it’ll feel so good. Percival hiccups, he trembles – and lets out a breath as his eyes flutter closed, his body going lax in Gellert’s arms.

Gellert laughs softly, massaging the base of Percival’s neck and stimulating the glad buried deep beneath his skin, using his own body against him to turn him slutty and pliant. And it works. Percival’s thoughts turn hazy with the chemicals flooding his brain and the pleasure sparking down his spine, and he nuzzles in against Gellert’s chest for more. It’s not the same all consuming need as being in heat, not even close, but it’s enough to make him surrender. He doesn’t protest when Gellert leads him to the bed, stripping him and pressing him down into the soft sheets.

He still doesn’t want it, really, but it doesn’t seem so bad anymore. At least Gellert can’t mate him this way, can’t get him pregnant when he’s not in heat. Better to just do as the alpha says and let it happen, it feels so good to obey. Gellert’s skin is hot against his own. Percival is growing aroused, his hole becoming slack and loose and starting to ache, wetness forming. Gellert trails a hand down his back, leaning in to worry at that sacred, intimate place at his neck with lips and teeth as his fingertip presses against Percival’s rim. His body yields, opening so that Gellert can slip inside and make a place for himself.

“Scheiße, I’m going to enjoy fucking you.”

On reflex Percival presses back and spreads his legs, his hole tensing and relaxing as though it’s trying to suck Gellert’s finger deeper inside, and Percival just lets it happen. It’s easier, his body knows what to do even if his mind still reels. He can just let it happen, give this alpha what he wants, and it will be over soon. And even if he wanted to he couldn’t make himself fight, not with the way Gellert is nipping at his neck. He knows exactly how to manipulate Percival’s body, just how to bypass his mind and make him obey, and there’s nothing Percival can do.

Gellert pulls his finger out too quickly, and it burns. Percival sucks in a breath, muscles clenching as he struggles to cope. He lies still as the hands leave him, naked and shivering and wet. Gellert’s shirt lands on the bed by Percival’s head and before he knows it there’s weight against his back, a body pressing him down against the mattress and keeping him in place, hot skin searing him. Gellert grips his hips and drags him back, forcing his ass into the air and keeping one hand on the back of his neck. It makes him looks like a good little omega, like he’s begging for it. He can’t tell the humiliation from the arousal.

And then he jerks, hands fisting into the sheets as his body goes tense once again, because something blunt and heavy and thick is pressing against his rim and he can’t do that yet, he’s aroused but not that much, he needs to go slower Gellert only gave him one finger he needs more time –

“Shh, shh, don’t fight. Your body is made for this, you can take it.” Gellert murmurs the words against his ear, and despite everything, the sound of his voice is soothes him slightly.

“No, no,” he whines, but he doesn’t mean no, he means wait. “Too big, too – oh – oh!” He yelps when Gellert breaches him, pressing forward and making a space for himself inside, making Percival’s body accept him. Gellert rocks his hips forward until he bottoms out and Percival is dizzy. Everything’s happening so fast. There’s no time to adjust, no time to think, all he can do is let Gellert take control. That’s all he wants to do. His rim is stretched and taut, and when Gellert pulls his hips back to thrust in again, hard, the burn makes his head spin. It’s not painful, not exactly, but it’s so much.

He takes it, his body is made to take it. Instincts take over; he breathes and rocks with the rhythm, squeezing and relaxing, over and over and over while Gellert fucks him.

He loses track of it, body soft and pliant, but he feels it when Gellert’s knot starts to swell. It’s barely noticeable at first – a slight thickening at the base of his cock that makes Percival ache just a little bit more – but before he knows it there are tears slipping down his cheeks when it tugs against his rim, forcing him so wide and open that he doesn’t know how he’ll ever close up. His hole throbs, he can feel every inch of the girth, and with each thrust he makes a small, broken noise in his throat. Gellert grunts above him, cursing and groaning while Percival cries.

“Sto – st… sto – oh – op -” he pleads, but the words are lost in the sheets.

Finally, the knot catches. Gellert pulls back and Percival’s rim refuses to stretch, can’t go any wider, can’t bare to go any wider, keeping Gellert locked inside. His thrusts turn into brutal slams of his hips which jar Percival to his core, making him rock up the bed before finally, finally, his cock pulses and he stills. Percival can feel the hot come being pumped into him, filling him to the brim and pooling deep inside. He tries to breath.

Eventually Gellert shifts. He drops his head to rest against Percival’s naked back, breathing heavily with exertion and satisfaction, resting there for a moment until he winds his arms around Percival yet again. He shifts them until he’s lying on his side with Percival curled against him, still locked tight together. Percival whimpers when the movement makes the knot pull at his rim, sore and swollen and still stretched so wide. Gellert chuckles. One arm wraps low over his belly and the other loops over his chest, fingers idly tracing his skin and circling his nipples while he returns to mouthing the base of Percival’s neck, keeping him a weak, submissive mess.

“Look how much you’re trembling,” he murmurs, voice low and breath brushing Percival’s sensitive skin like a feather. “Does my knot hurt that much?”

Percival can hear the smile in Gellert’s voice even as he nods, a sob bubbling up from his chest. It does, it pulses with each heartbeat, and he just wants to curl in on himself and rest but he can’t get away.

“Ah, mein Schatz.” Gellert rolls his hips again, shifting to get more comfortable. His arms surround Percival, keeping him caged in against his body. “You’ll like it more in the morning, ja? You will adjust.”

Percival squeezes his eyes shut. He’d thought all Gellert wanted was a quick fuck – an omega hole to put his cock in for a night. He can’t do more of this.

But even so, he knows that if Gellert tells him to stay he will. He feels so small in the alpha’s arms, so vulnerable, and his instincts scream at him to obey and let Gellert protect him even though it’s Gellert he needs protection from.

But his body will obey the alpha who knotted him before it obeys what Percival wants, in the end.

New tears form in his eyes as he realizes the truth. He’s trapped, helpless; Gellert’s little omega slut for as long as he wants, and there’s nothing Percival can do but accept it. Numbness creeps over him, settling around the edges of his mind and keeping him from feeling the full weight of the realization. Behind him, Gellert’s breathing deepens. It’s late and Percival can feel him drifting off, seemingly exhausted and content after filling Percival with his seed. Fingers slowly stroke his lower belly, comforting little movements that taper off as Gellert succumbs to sleep.

Percival is left in the dark and the quiet. There’s nothing for him to do but be a good omega and hold still on Gellert’s cock. He can still feel every inch of it buried deep inside him, pressing against his insides as a constant reminder of just what an omega is – a slutty body meant to hold alpha cocks. When he can be taken like this, made to spread his legs and like it with a firm grip to the back of the neck, that’s all that really matters.

And beneath the fear and the numbness that tries to mask it, some part of him feels… good.