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Graves/Grindelwald, Graves is a prude (TW: Non-Con)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-03 04:05 am (UTC)(link)Which makes it doubly distressing when Grindelwald eats his ass then does all manner of filthy things to him before filling him up with his come. Then fingers the come out of Graves and feeds it to him.
Fill: Graves/Grindelwald, Graves is a prude (TW: Non-Con)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-03 08:57 am (UTC)(link)-----
Sex is an act that should only happen between a man and a woman, and only in the pursuit of children – is a principle that Percival Graves follows.
His father had told him since he was young, “You must marry a modest young pureblooded witch and produce formidable offspring to carry on our family name.” This is one of the many things that has affected the way Percival views sexual relations. It inevitably comes as a disappointment to his family when, at age 40, Percival is still unable to find a suitable wife. But Percival himself doesn’t mind.
Work is his entire life. He devotes himself to Magical Law Enforcement and has little time to entertain himself with the idea of lovers.
When he hears about Grindelwald’s terrorism in Europe, he doesn’t think for a second that the dark wizard would even step foot in America, let alone New York city. But when he’s kidnapped by Grindelwald he realizes, where else would a dark wizard invade but the city that is home to MACUSA’s headquarters?
“You’re quite a powerful man, aren’t you, Mr. Graves?” Grindelwald asks as he toys with Percival’s wand while strolling around the room he keeps his prisoner in. Percival is at least thankful that he gets a bed. “I’ve held you captive for almost two weeks yet you remain determined and tenacious.”
“They’ll realize what you really are and they’ll come for me,” Graves snaps.
“I highly doubt that. In fact, I don’t even think your precious President can tell the difference and you’ve worked for her for almost half of your life,” Grindelwald says nonchalantly.
Percival frowns. Was it true? Had no one been able to tell the difference? Or is Grindelwald toying with him? He can feel a headache coming along.
“I don’t believe you.”
“Ah, as stubborn as always,” Grindelwald murmurs low. “Believe what you will, Mr. Graves but I’ll see to it that you break by the end of the night.”
‘Break’? Percival thinks. What does he mean by –
All of a sudden, Percival is flipped over. The enchanted rope around his wrists squeeze tighter, burning his skin. He starts to panic, but doesn’t let it get the better of him. Cursing, Percival kicks his legs and thrashes. He can hear Grindelwald laugh, a sound so villainous it almost seems cartoonish.
“Stay still, Director. You’re only making this harder on yourself,” Grindelwald says as he pulls Percival’s trousers down. When the fabric drags across his skin he lets out a stuttered exhale, skin blossoming in goose bumps as it resists the cold air.
He doesn’t like where this is going. Nobody but his mother has seen his bare body and it kills him that Grindelwald probably knows this too. After the dark wizard had gone through his memories in order to present his best Percival Graves impression, it’s no telling what the man knows about him.
“What are you doing?” Percival hisses.
“We both know what I’m doing,” Grindelwald says calmly, his actions contradicting his tone as he aggressively throws Percival’s pants across the room. He places each hand on Percival’s ass, palms rotating, slowly and agonizingly pulling his cheeks apart. Percival trembles, clenching his muscles as tight as he can.
“No, no, it shouldn’t be like this,” Percival shakes his head and thrashes some more. “This is wrong.”
Grindelwald ignores Percival’s incessant mumbling and presses his thumb against his hole, rubbing hard. Percival’s trembling becomes violent and he tries to shake the other man off. Grindelwald responds by pushing inside while squeezing one of Percival’s arse cheeks with his other hand. He moves to face Percival’s entrance directly, nose so close that the thin hairs on Percival’s skin rise.
“Untouched and untainted…” Grindelwald whispers, breath hot against his exposed skin. “Nobody has ever touched – or even seen you like this. I feel ever so honored, Percival.”
The gravity of the situation hits Percival and he begins to panic. His breaths come out short and fast and he realizes he’s hyperventilating. The trembling turns to squirming when Grindelwald angles his head, nose pressing against Percival’s inner thigh. The dampness of his breath fills Percival with worry and he yelps when he feels a kiss pressed to his hole. After a few more kisses, Grindelwald flicks his tongue against his opening. Percival despises how slow and patient Grindelwald is acting.
“Oh god,” Percival shudders, squeezing his eyes shut, determined not to let this break him.
It starts to become more aggressive. Grindelwald thrusts his tongue inside, running his teeth along Percival’s skin as he does so. The shudders and shivers and trembles come to Percival in waves. Saliva coats his entire backside, trailing down his thighs and Percival feels used. He pushes his forehead hard against the bedding, willing himself to ignore this entire situation.
Grindelwald’s thrusting slows down and he pulls his tongue out, languidly licks Percival’s hole and then peppers kisses across his arse.
“We’re only just getting started,” Grindelwald says in a low voice. “Turn over, Director. Of course if you don’t I can simply force you to.”
Percival begrudgingly turns over, heart hammering inside of his chest, fearful of what Grindelwald will do next. He doesn’t think he’s ever been so distressed.
“Your ignorance will get you nowhere, Percival,” Grindelwald asserts. He unbuttons what’s left of Percival’s dress shirt and slides his hands along Percival’s waist. “I’ve seen inside that mind of yours. Your perception of sex is so conservative – which is to be expected out of a man as stiff as you. Think of this moment as… educational.”
With a flick of his hand and a subtle curl of his fingers, Grindelwald forces Graves’ hands above his head, using the rope to tie them to the bed frame. Percival twists and turns his body in a pathetic attempt to push Grindelwald away. “This isn’t proper – this isn’t how it’s supposed to be,” he says, losing track of how many times he’s said those exact words.
“Hush, Director.”
Grindelwald inches his way up along Percival’s body, molesting and kissing him in certain spots as he goes. He stops at his chest and latches his mouth on Percival’s left nipple, lazily dragging his hand along his body and then teasing his other nipple with it. Percival lets out an involuntary moan and snaps his mouth shut once he catches himself. Grindelwald chuckles and then bites, pulling and gnawing until it’s bright red and swollen. He lewdly licks around the area. The sounds he’s making, the sound of his wet tongue against Percival’s flushed skin, pains Percival. He’s ashamed, embarrassed at what Grindelwald is putting him through – arousal from the chest, something only a woman should experience.
Percival inhales deeply, wide eyes threatening to moisten when he realizes his body is reacting to Grindelwald’s forceful assault. Grindelwald smiles when he notices and kisses Percival’s neck while running his hands all over his body, grabbing at Percival’s thighs and pinching at his arse. Percival’s muscles tense in response.
“I think that’s enough foreplay,” Grindelwald says, removing his hands from Percival’s body. He unbuckles his own trousers and Percival stills when he catches sight of Grindelwald’s cock. It’s then that he realizes Grindelwald has been fully dressed this entire time while Percival is as naked as the day he was born. The humility and shame grows as he comes to understand the extent of his vulnerability.
“You don’t have to do this,” Percival tries not to sound like he’s begging. He folds his legs, bringing them into his body as if it would prevent Grindelwald from getting closer.
“Oh, but I do. You see,” Grindelwald says, gripping Percival’s legs as the tip of his cock hovers over his prisoner’s entrance. Percival’s pulse beats faster. “I’ve pleasured you and now it is your turn to pleasure me.”
“Nothing you did was pleasurable.”
Grindelwald’s expression changes and he grasps Percival’s erection, hard. Percival lurches forward. “Your body seems to disagree with you, Mr. Graves.”
Percival’s response is cut off by a scream when Grindelwald breaches him. He finds himself relieved because his hole was lubricated, to some extent, by the saliva.
He feels queasy, limbs frozen and he’s only vaguely aware of what’s happening to him. Grindelwald tears him open, thrusting into him at an unforgiving pace. Every single small movement sends shockwaves up Percival’s spine. Percival groans, trying to kick his way out of Grindelwald’s hands.
His eyes are heavy-lidded and he can make out a blurry outline of Grindelwald, face twisted in pleasure as he drills into Percival. It’s at this moment that he’s reminded of what his father told him. He closes his eyes and hangs his head. His father would be so ashamed of him. His very own son, taken advantage of in the worst way possible.
Grindelwald holds Percival’s hips tighter, pulling out and then plunging back in with a moan of pleasure. Percival doesn’t know how long it’s been but it feels like an eternity. Grindelwald starts thrusting harder, nearly slicing into Percival’s body, his grip crushing and his nails piercing into Percival’s skin.
The man holds an aura of confidence and superiority as he violates Percival to the very end. His mouth opens, a shuddering exhale escapes as he hits his climax. Hot, viscous fluid shoots deep into Percival’s body and Percival gags.
When Grindelwald pulls out, his come leaks out of Percival’s body, trickling down his thighs thickly. Percival winces, with the heightened sensitivity of his body in this state, every drop feels exaggeratedly slow.
“What a sight to see,” Grindelwald says as he steps back to admire his handiwork. He slips two fingers into Percival’s come-filled entrance and smears them against Percival’s lips. Percival throws his head to the side and gags once more. The smell and sensation overwhelms him.
“Open your mouth,” Grindelwald commands. Percival doesn’t obey so Grindelwald takes it upon himself to shove his fingers into Percival’s mouth violently. He scowls at the taste and recoils but Grindelwald drives his fingers deeper, nails scraping the roof of Graves’ mouth. It’s thick and bitter and Percival is close to throwing up. “Swallow it down, Percival.”
And he does, because he doesn’t have a choice.
He feels violated, humiliated, and ashamed. Everything he thought he knew about sex had been defiled by this vile man. His heart skips a beat as Grindelwald repeats the process, cleaning his entire hole of come and feeding it to him instead. No matter how many times he twitches or flinches, Grindelwald doesn’t stop.
By the time it's over, Percival is a sobbing mess – eyes swollen and red, his face stained with tears. His mouth is slack and open, dried come crackles at the sides of his engorged lips.
“Perfect,” Grindelwald trails a sticky finger down Percival’s jaw and neck. “This is exactly how I wanted you.”
Re: Fill: Graves/Grindelwald, Graves is a prude (TW: Non-Con)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-03 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)Holy hell that was shamefully hot. Percival getting wrecked is one of my favorites, and you did it so marvelously well. The descriptions at the end in particular got me, how it all culminated into Percival's distress. You did a wonderful job of breaking the poor guy. Thank you so much for taking the time to write this!