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We all know and love the trope of Omega Percival being captured by Grindelwald…

…but what if Percival was an alpha?

Gellert gets his hands on him and Percival is livid.  He snarls through the bars of his cell, flashes his teeth in threat, his posture is strong and dominating even though he’s caught, stripped, and at a disadvantage.  He looks ready to maim anyone who comes within ten feet of him.

Gellert visits him and the room floods with the scent of rival, threat, challenge.  It taps into deeply rooted instincts that tell him to fight and dominate and make this competing alpha submit to him.  Two opposing alphas as strong as Gellert and Percival?  Something is going to snap.

Gellert unlocks the cell door.

Their fight is vicious.  Brutal.  Neither of them use wands or magic; fists and teeth are the weapons of choice for something this primal.  Percival draws first blood, but they’re not fighting to kill or even wound – they’re fighting to dominate.

Percival fights like a raging storm, but eventually Gellert gets behind him and pins him just long enough to thrust his thick cock against Percival’s ass.  Percival tries to shake him off, clawing, growling, thrashing with all his strength, but Gellert keeps rutting against him until the head of his cock catches on Percival’s tight rim and he plunges inside.

Percival howls.  His body isn’t made to be penetrated, and between the agony of being split open and the sheer debasement of being forced to take another alpha’s cock, he doesn’t know if he’ll survive.  He screams and struggles with how wrong it feels to have a cock fucking him, but his instincts recognize what’s happening – Gellert is the stronger alpha and Percival needs to submit.

By the time Gellert forces his knot past his red, swollen rim Percival has gone quiet.  His body has started to rock with the rhythm of Gellert’s fucking and even though his insides feel as though they’re on fire with pain, he lays there and takes it when Gellert pumps him full of come.

He lost.  He hates it, he will always hate it, but he has to submit to Gellert now.

I read a ff about how Gellert stole Percivals identity. He disguises himself as young wizard eager to work with Percival, and he make him fall in love. Then Gellert (without disguise) imprisones Percival and blocks his magic with an ancient spell. In the end he transforms back into Percy’s lover (ti make it more cruel) and tortures him until he goes mad. Gellert steals his identity by taking love, power and pain, he learned this method from an old wizard in Tibet.

That sounds like a wonderful fic. I always love the trope of Gellert taking on the identity of someone Percival falls in love with, it just makes it that much more cruel. Percival is finally happy, he finally has someone, and then the betrayal comes with the realization that none of it was ever real. Poor Percival, he just hurts so well…

Percival Graves is not easy to handle as a pet, but one day Grindelwald discovers that Percival is horribly ticklish. Next time Percival misbehaves Grindelwald ties him up and uses feathers, his fingers and his tongue to agonizingly slow tickle Percival all over. Proud Percival is reduces to a sweaty, sobbing/laughing mess who still can’t help getting rock hard under Grindelwald’s tongue.

Percival hates being tickled. He hates it.

Even when he was young he hated it, particularly the way his older brothers used it against him. The first hex he ever cast was to make them stop it. Now, any lover who tries it better knock it off quick if they want to remain in his bed.

It’s not that it’s silly or undignified – he can live with embarrassment. It’s the way it feels on his skin, how it makes his muscles twitch and jump with a horrible invasive crawling sensation. The way people seek out the most sensitive places on his body and think it’s okay because “it’s just tickling,” when they otherwise wouldn’t dream of touching him that way. Most of all he hates that it makes him laugh, because it isn’t funny. It feels awful, he doesn’t like it, and when he’s laughing no one believes it when he says “no.” He decided a long while ago that tickling was invented to torture him, specifically and personally.

Gellert Grindelwald agrees.

He discovered it by accident. It wasn’t the first thing that came to mind when thinking of ways to tame and punish his pet without risking permanent damage, but when his fingers tease over Percival’s naked side it’s impossible to miss the way his jaw tightens. Gellert is so curious what caused that reaction. He digs his fingers into Percival’s side viciously, and Percival jerks away but there’s nowhere to go. He’s relentless, and when a laugh claws its way out if Percival’s throat it only takes one look at his stricken expression for Gellert to know he’s won.

“You like that.” Percival shakes his head and struggles violently, but he can’t make himself stop laughing. And, oh – he’s even getting hard, the slut. “l can see you do. Don’t worry darling, I’ll give it to you. Your body wants it.”

Gellert tickles Percival until he cries, and then leaves him hanging limp from his restraints while he ponders the best way to make use of this information.

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.

Fictober 2018 | Day 27

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Kink!Fic | Grindelgraves – Public Exhibition/Humiliation, Non-Con
Previous Muggle Cop!AU Pieces: [First Part ] | [Second Part]

“I think I’ll take you for a walk today, pet,” Grindelwald said, casual as though it were of no consequence – as though it were not an opportunity for escape. Graves’ eyes jerked up from his numb, closed off stare at the floor, unable to continue his ‘cold shoulder’ tactics in light of that.

Graves forced the hope blooming in his chest down and narrowed his eyes even as Grindelwald stood at the edge of the bed he was chained too and waved his shackles away in a burst of smoke. Graves rubbed at the chaffing that was left behind, skin pink with discomfort in a mockery of shackles that would take days to fade. 

“You’re playing with me.”

“Of course I am. You’re my pet. That’s what pets are for: entertainment.”

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This is GORGEOUS, I love this AU so much

Day 26 – Grindelgraves

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

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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.

Day 21 – Grindelgraves

Prompts: Bukakke | Food play | Suspension | Branding

Rape/Non-Con
Chapter tags: Gellert Grindelwald/Original Percival Graves, Slavery, Sexual Slavery, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Castration, Dehumanization, Objectification, Branding

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Percival waits, standing still with his eyes forward while his new master completes his purchase.  He doesn’t understand all the details, but then again, he’s not supposed to – he’s been told all he needs to know, which is that Mr. Gellert Grindelwald is his owner now and the purpose of Percival’s existence is to serve him.

His body has already been customized to his master’s liking, which Percival was told he should be grateful for, because it makes it easier for him to be pleasing.  His body had been a blank slate onto which Grindelwald wrote his desires.

He’s been stripped of all body hair, leaving his skin soft and smooth to the touch – he thinks it makes him look younger, and he wonders if Master would like him to act younger as well.  His balls were removed too, so that he no longer annoys his master by having bodily needs of his own. He was allowed to keep his dick, overhearing that Grindelwald found it funny to watch it flop, but the tendons in his fingers were cut.  It renders his hands next to useless, and establishes him firmly in his role; he’ll always be a pleasure slave now, even if Grindelwald sells him on he has no hope of serving any other way. His voice had been the last thing to go. He can’t even whisper – not that he’d been allowed to speak very often before, but now his silence is complete.  It had been a decision of convenience for Grindelwald more than anything else, he knew. Now there was no need for gags.

Grindelwald finishes signing the papers with a flourish and turns towards him, eyes raking up and down in inspection.  Percival keeps his back straight, arms at his sides, gaze up.

“The modifications are complete?” Grindelwald asks, and the salesman nods.  “Hmm.”

Grindelwald reaches out, lifting Percival’s dick to look at the thin, pink scar beneath it.  The touch is impersonal and cold. Percival swallows, making himself hold still and be good while his stomach tightens.  Grindelwald must be pleased with what he sees, because he hums and lets Percival’s dick flop back down between his legs. He takes Percival’s wrist, toying with his useless fingers before he lets it fall as well, and Percival has to blink quickly.  Whenever he thinks about his body, he feels… he doesn’t know, but he just keeps reminding himself that it’s okay, they were allowed to do what they did, it’s what he’s for.

“Satisfied?”

“Indeed.  He just needs the finishing touch.”

Percival watches as Grindelwald raises his wand, his heart beating fast against his ribs.  What’s the finishing touch? What is there left to do to him?

Grindelwald grips his chin and places the tip of his wand against his left cheek, pausing for a horrible, tense moment, before blinding pain engulfs the side of his face.  He opens his mouth to scream but has no voice to do so – all he manages is a gasp to accompany the tears spilling from his eyes.

The initial burst of pain slowly recedes, leaving behind a deep, scorched, burning in the place Grindelwald’s wand touched.  There’s a tug on his collar – Grindelwald is already leaving, having concluded his affairs while Percival staggered with pain – and as he hurries to follow he catches sight of his reflection.

He sees it only briefly, caught in the glass of one of the pictures hanging on the wall, but it’s enough to make his stomach turn.  His master’s sigil, the double G of his initials, is burned in angry welts from his cheekbone down to his jaw, his flesh an ugly, raw red.

The finishing touch.

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Hello I have a new fucked up idea for a Grindelgraves AU and I need to be stopped but

Rich heir/Insufferable asshole Percival Graves & his bodyguard, Gellert, who one day has had enough of Percival attitude and snaps.

Something like this :

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“What did you say?” Graves asks, furious. “Do I need to remind you of who pays you? Who owns you?”

Gellert stares at him, eyes glinting dangerously as the fury inside him spikes. “You don’t own me. You’re nothing but a spoiled little shit who thinks he owns the world. You’re nothing.”

Graves splutters, so shocked at the audacity that he can’t even muster a response. His face is blotched red, vein showing at his temple. “You’re fired! Get out of this room.”

A weird sort of calm and quietness overcomes Gellert. In that moment he knows exactly what he needs to do. “No.”

“Get out!”

“No,” Gellert repeats, reaching behind him to lock the door of the hotel room. “I won’t.”

And maybe something must be showing on his face that betrays his thoughts because Percival Graves takes a step back, a flicker of insecurity showing on his face for half a second. Gellert likes it. He wants to see more of it.

Percival reaches for his cellphone but Gellert calmly takes the gun hidden in his vest and brings it at level with Percival’s face. “Don’t. Turn it off.”

“Gellert,” Percival tries. “Put the gun down.”

Gellert tilts his head. “Do you truly think I’m going to obey you? Throw the phone away. No one is coming to save you.”

Percival’s hand is shaking. He folds it into a fist, doing his damnedbest to hide how scared he’s becoming. “What are you going to do to me?”

“It wouldn’t be fun if I told you, now would it?”

YES I LOVE THIS.  Gellert’s absolute calm as he realizes, “yes, what I really need to do is rape this spoiled brat,” Percival’s anger swinging so abruptly into fear – it’s glorious and I need more 😀

Day 19 – Grindelgraves

Prompts: Public | Formal Wear | Straitjacket | Cock-Warming

Rape/Non-Con
Chapter tags: Gellert Grindelwald/Original Percival Graves, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Mental Instability, Mental Institutions, Straitjackets, Restraints, Manipulation, Gags, Dehumanization, Memory Loss, Anal Stretching, Sounding, Urethral Stretching, Cock Warming

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Graves wakes to the familiar feeling of something inside him.  There’s cold lube smeared across his hole, and his legs are spread, ankles strapped to either side of the bed, to allow something thick and blunt to be inserted deep in his body.  It spreads him open like butter, opening up his insides and lodging in his center with a heavy weight, leaving him stuffed comfortably full.

He opens his eyes, gazing up unfocused at the white ceiling above him.  Everything in his room is white, even the doctor’s hair. Graves can just see him at the bottom of his vision, bent over and intent on his work as he fucks the plug in and out of his ass.  Graves moans behind his gag. The doctor said he loved his plug therapy. It was so comforting to be full.

“Hello there, Percy,” the doctor says.  Graves’ head lolls to the side as he squirms aimlessly, his body moving against his straitjacket but kept reassuringly constrained.  The jacket is there to keep him safe, and he feels so much better when it’s on, like a comfortable pressure wrapping him up. It means he can’t do anything for himself, and the doctor says it’s good for him to learn to be dependant.

The doctor pauses his ministrations between his legs to lean over him and unbuckle his gag, pulling the rubber bit from beneath his teeth.  Long strings of drool connect it to his slack lips, and Graves’ mouth hangs open as he watches the doctor put the gag away. He’s comfortably drowsy, body warm with a soft heat, as though he’s been immersed in a relaxing bath.

“How are you feeling?”

Graves looks back at him, working his jaw before finally responding, “Ahh.”

“Hmm.  And what’s your name?”

He knows that.  It takes him a moment to get his tongue to work, but he can say it.  “Perc’val Graves,” he slurs.

The doctor hums, considering.  “Are you sure?”

Graves frowns.  He thinks it’s right.  Maybe it’s not? He waits for the doctor to tell him.

“Are you Percival Graves, the political figure with paranoid delusions of magical powers, or are you Percy, my patient who accepts his treatment?”

Oh.  He remembers now.  “Percy.”

“That’s right.  Good job.”

Percy smiles, glad the doctor is happy.  He likes his treatments. They always make him feel good.  He thinks he used to fight them, but he can’t remember why anymore – there are a lot of things he can’t remember, but that just means the treatment is working.

The doctor is back between his legs.  Percy hums tunelessly while he feels the doctor work; two fingers lift his cock, inspecting it briefly, and a moment later the ring around the head is unlatched and the sound pulled free.  It leaves him gaping uncomfortably, and he’s relieved when the doctor puts the new sound back in.

“Good boy,” the doctor says.  “That’s another size up for you.”

Percy smiles, and his cock flops back down between his legs.  The same drugs which keep his mind soft and placid also make his cock limp, no matter how good what the doctor does feels, but he’s used to it now.  He doesn’t really remember anything else. Sometimes when the doctor makes his cock twitch and dribble he feels like he was expecting something different, but a lot of the things he thinks are wrong – that’s why the doctor is here, to help him think the right things.

Another gag is being fit between his teeth, the one with the rubber ring to keep his mouth open, and the restraints around his ankles fall away. Hands grip his shoulders, he’s pulled to the side of the bed, and as his head is nestled into the doctor’s lap it dawns on him what treatment he’s getting next.

The doctor’s thick, heavy cock fills up his mouth perfectly, and he drools around it in contentment.  Part of his treatment is to learn to accept whatever is done to his body, no matter what or by whom, so he just relaxes and enjoys the warmth in his veins while the cock rests inside him.

He drifts in and out, but it feels as though they stay that way for hours.  There’s a thick sheen of drool coating his chin and cheek by the time they’re interrupted by the door of the room opening, one of the nurses leaning in.

“Dr. Grindelwald?  You’re needed in room eleven.”

Above him, the doctor sighs.  “Very well. I’ll be there shortly.”

Percy finds his mouth empty, both the cock and the gag taken away as he’s repositioned and strapped down to the bed.  His head lolls, and he wishes his treatment had gone on longer, but it’s difficult to care very much – about anything, really – when his whole body feels so nice and warm.

The doctor wipes his face for him before buckling the leather strap back over his mouth, and Percy smiles behind it, enjoying how full his ass and cock still are.