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Grindelwald/Percival + Credence, A Sick Nuclear Family, noncon, mpreg
(Anonymous) 2017-02-04 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)A ready made family! He refers to Percival as 'Mummy', himself as 'Daddy' and Credence of course is their son who he spoils shamelessly.
Credence is all for it and even catches Percival when he tries escaping.
Optional bonuses:
- At some point Grindelwald and Credence have a discussion about how many brothers and sisters Credence can have, with Grindelwald promising that Credence will decide on the number, all while Percival's sitting there listening to it
- Mpregs not even a thing in HPverse, Grindelwald invented an mpreg spell for this sole purpose - cue massive body horror for Percival
- all the breeding/lactation/mommy/daddy kink imaginable
Re: Grindelwald/Percival + Credence, A Sick Nuclear Family, noncon, mpreg
(Anonymous) 2017-02-05 12:59 am (UTC)(link)Re: Grindelwald/Percival + Credence, A Sick Nuclear Family, noncon, mpreg
(Anonymous) 2017-02-05 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)http://68.media.tumblr.com/0539ede3eee7c41f151256546ba4aa02/tumblr_ojy0h13rDD1sfa8o6o1_1280.jpg
Re: Grindelwald/Percival + Credence, A Sick Nuclear Family, noncon, mpreg
(Anonymous) 2017-02-06 12:52 am (UTC)(link)Re: Grindelwald/Percival + Credence, A Sick Nuclear Family, noncon, mpreg
(Anonymous) 2017-02-07 07:49 am (UTC)(link)I'd like Credence at the age he is in the film for this, just because it makes the Daddy/child thing more disturbing.
As for the noncon, I like the ravishment stuff where Percival hates it, but still gets off on it when it's forced on him. Like maybe it's an aspect of the bond that he can't orgasm alone anymore, or the bond brings mind-bending pleasure, or Gellert's just a sex god from hell (these are just ideas)
I don't mind if he blatantly detests Grindelwald/maintains a nervous civility/eventual stockholm syndrome/other but I'd love him being forced to refer to Grindelwald as Daddy in front of Credence. (And non-con daddy/breeding dirty talk in the bedroom.)
Neither of them having any sexual interactions with Credence though.
I hope that helps, please ask if there's anything else <3
Re: Grindelwald/Percival + Credence, A Sick Nuclear Family, noncon, mpreg
(Anonymous) 2017-02-05 08:24 am (UTC)(link)FILL: A Sick Nuclear Family - 1a/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-08 08:46 am (UTC)(link)Credence nods obediently, a wide smile plastered on his face.
“Take care of Mummy while I’m gone,” Grindelwald says.
Credence nods again. He’ll be a good boy for Daddy. He always is.
“That’s my good boy.” Grindelwald pats Credence on the head and then disapparates.
There was once a time where Credence was tremendously unhappy, living in squalor with his abusive mother and his two younger sisters. Now, he lives in a castle – a house so big that he still hasn’t explored every room. He has his own bedroom with a bed big enough to fit two people. His old bed couldn’t even fit one. House elves and enchanted tools clean the castle and Credence never has to do any chores. He feasts on the most exquisite food three times a day and he’s allowed to go to bed whenever. The best part of it all is that he finally has a Mummy and a Daddy who love him very, very much.
And it’s all thanks to Daddy.
Grindelwald loves Credence, and loved him even more after finding out that he was an Obscurial. Obscurials need to be happy in order to be powerful and Grindelwald was willing to give him anything he wanted. Credence told him that all he ever wished for was a loving family with lots and lots of brothers and sisters, just like his old home. Of course, Grindelwald wasn’t one to deny his precious Obscurial.
Mummy stays in bed most of the time. Daddy says that he’s not allowed to leave the castle becauase then he’ll run away forever. Credence is in charge of making sure Mummy stays put when Daddy leaves – and it’s a duty he takes very seriously.
Hurriedly, Credence runs up the stairs and bolts right into Mummy’s room to make sure he’s okay.
“Why are you climbing through the window, Mummy?” Credence asks obliviously. He walks over to Percival and pulls him back down from the wall. Percival grunts, struggling as he tries to free himself from Credence’s grasp. But the damned curse that Grindelwald put on him makes his limbs weak and his body heavy.
“Let me go, Credence. And please, stop calling me Mummy,” Graves says.
“Daddy said I can’t let you leave, Mummy.”
Percival sighs.
Grindelwald had this brilliant idea to create a family for Credence and decided to drag Graves into it. The dark wizard forcibly bonded them, marrying them against his will. To top it all off, he invented a curse for the sole purpose of impregnating Percival. It scrambled his chemistry, moving several organs and creating new ones. After the curse was cast, Percival was nauseous for days, unable to move because of the shock at his body changing so drastically.
He’s still not used to it, especially not after what Grindelwald did to him following the curse.
Forcibly bonding him was one thing, but forcibly impregnating him is another. Every night for a week now, Grindelwald apparates into his room and takes him. Sometimes, if Percival is feeling more rebellious, Grindelwald chains him to the bed and has his way with him like that – face down and without mercy. Other nights, he’s agonizingly slow, forcing Percival’s body to reach completion – but he has to admit: the sex is pretty damn good. Something about the curse that Grindelwald put on him causes Percival’s body to be hypersensitive and he loses control of his actions whenever Grindelwald touches him. Even more alarming is the fact that the marriage bond makes it so that Percival can’t orgasm alone, and he can only feel true pleasure with Grindelwald.
Whenever they have sex, Grindelwald makes sure to come inside of him. Multiple times. Just to make sure Percival will be as full of his come as he will be with his baby.
“Alright Credence. I’m not leaving,” he says.
Credence gently places him down on his bed, propping him up against a pillow like he’s a china doll.
“Where’s Grindelwald?” Percival asks.
“You mean Daddy?” Credence squints.
“Y – yes.”
“Daddy went out to run errands. He told me to look after you, Mummy,” Credence says, like a proud puppy.
Percival swallows his distress. “That – that’s great,” he says, struggling through his words.
Usually what Grindelwald means by “errands” is that he’s going off to commit more attacks on other wizards and helpless No-Majs. Whenever he does this, he comes back extremely worked up and awfully horny. Percival suddenly feels weaker and he doesn’t know if it’s the curse, the bond, or just the thought of Grindelwald that makes his throat dry up.
And just like he said he would, Credence stays in Percival’s room for the entire day. They eat together, share a few conversations, and play a game of wizard’s chess together. Credence also watches him nap and never lets him out of his sight.
Several hours pass before Grindelwald apparates into Percival’s bedroom.
“Daddy’s home,” he says.
Credence looks at him with a smile on his face. Immediately, he runs and gives him a hug. Grindelwald strokes his hair, petting him. He caresses Credence’s face and calls him a good boy.
“I have a very important question for you, my dear boy.”
“What is it, Daddy?” Credence asks, excited.
Grindelwald sneaks a glance at Percival, who’s sitting on the bed, glaring at him.
“How many brothers and sisters would you like to have, Credence? I promise that whichever number you choose; I will make it happen. Isn’t that right, Mummy?” Grindelwald smiles at Percival.
Percival doesn’t answer.
“Really?” Credence asks. “I get to choose?”
“That’s right, my boy,” Grindelwald says.
Credence ponders for a moment, with his hand under his chin. “I want ten – no, fifteen! ...Maybe even twenty brothers and sisters,” he says brightly.
Percival swallows.
“Twenty’s a nice number. Don’t you think so, Mummy?”
Re: FILL: A Sick Nuclear Family - 1b/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-08 08:56 am (UTC)(link)The door shuts and immediately, Grindelwald stalks towards him. Percival doesn’t dare move.
“Tonight’s the night, Percy,” he purrs as he slides off his coat and undoes his tie.
Percival suddenly shivers – Grindelwald’s voice sending waves of pleasure through him. He hates how good it feels. Grindelwald tenderly caresses his face with the back of his hand, making Percival’s cock jump and his ass leak. His breathing becomes labored and he can tell how much Grindelwald loves seeing him like this as his eyes grow darker and his smile gets wider. And that only makes Percival pant harder.
“Don’t you worry, Mummy. All we’re doing is making our dear Credence’s wishes come true,” Grindelwald strips them both with magic – the quick and simple solution to most things.
Grindelwald climbs on top of him and instinctively, Percival backs away. Grindelwald wraps a hand around Percival’s ankle in a vice-like grip and pulls him closer to him, until his ass makes contact with Grindelwald’s crotch. Percival struggles, weakly kicking as he pushes against the bed, trying to escape from his hold. “There’s no running from this,” Grindelwald says as he throws Percival’s leg over his shoulder.
“No –”
Grindelwald enters him with ease, the lubrication formed from the curse helping him along the way. Percival throws his head back as his body reacts eagerly.
“You’re absolutely perfect for the role of a mother, Percy,” Grindelwald pants as he rams into Percival, hands gripping his sides. “So soft and pretty. I can’t wait to see your stomach full of my children.” Percival squirms, shaking his head. His body betrays him, cock angry and red against his stomach, leaking trails of come between the friction of their bodies. Tears dribble down his face, mixing with the spit that can’t help but escape from the sides of his mouth. He quivers from the pleasure.
His body feels like it’s on fire and everywhere Grindelwald touches him burns. Grindelwald fills him with his large cock, thrusting rough and ragged, and Percival lurches forward each and every time. His leg feels heavy, but Grindelwald holds it in place on his shoulder and grips Percival’s hip with his other hand as he quickens his pace.
“Look at you,” he rasps. “So eager for my come.”
Grindelwald thrusts up, hitting Percival’s prostate and he sobs, loudly. Another thrust, and he has Percival gasping. In an act of defiance, Percival reaches for his own cock but Grindelwald grabs his wrist and violently pushes his hand aside. He grips Percival’s cock and squeezes the base so tight that’s painful – excruciatingly so.
“Beg me to come.”
Percival turns away from him, refusing to meet his gaze. “…Please.”
“Please, what?” The fist becomes even tighter.
“Please, Daddy!” Percival keens.
And Grindelwald lets go. He strokes Percival as he keeps thrusting into him and Percival comes, ribbons of white staining the sheets and splattering over his chest. Grindelwald groans.
“Now, beg for my come,” Grindelwald sneers.
Utterly humiliated, Percival bites his lip as if it will stop him from saying these words. “Please… come inside me, Daddy. Daddy, please.” He hates himself for this.
"More," Grindelwald demands, stretching Percival open.
"I want you to fill me with your come, Daddy," Percival sobs.
Percival’s entire body convulses against the sheets as Grindelwald roughly thrusts into him. With a few more thrusts, Grindelwald fills him with come, hot and thick inside of him. He continues riding out his orgasm, spurting bursts of come into Percival until he's satisfied. Percival feels it seep into his body, heat spreading from his pelvis to his stomach and he knows that Grindelwald has reached his goal. It's so hot that it feels like lava, raising the temperature of his body, making him wish Grindelwald would stop touching him.
Soon enough, Grindelwald pulls out of him and Percival can feel come trickle down the inside of his thighs. He feels dirty, and used, but at the same time he's sexually satisfied and he curses this damned marriage bond for dictating how he feels.
Spent, Percival curls on his side and lies there, panting. Grindelwald has some kindness in his heart to whip up a quick charm that cleans Percival and then he pulls a blanket over him.
“Now that wasn’t so bad, was it? You certainly looked like you were enjoying it.” He pats Percival’s frowning face and uncharacteristically kisses his cheek. “See you in the morning, Mummy.”
Re: FILL: A Sick Nuclear Family - 1b/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-08 09:15 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: A Sick Nuclear Family - 1b/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-09 02:58 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: A Sick Nuclear Family - 1b/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-14 12:55 am (UTC)(link)Oh god I'm so sorry for not replying before now, things have been so crazy and I haven't been able to get on here, ugh.
This fill. Is. Amazing. Your writing is fantastic, it's so clinical and sexy and wonderfully disturbing as well? The tone is just wonderful, and I love your Grindelwald so much! Poor Percival, omg. I think this is my favourite bit so far somehow:
“Daddy went out to run errands. He told me to look after you, Mummy,” Credence says, like a proud puppy.
Percival swallows his distress. “That – that’s great,” he says, struggling through his words.
That one bit just sums up how immensely fucked up everything is, it's so dry? I love how innocent Credence is, and the conversation about babies, eeee.
Part 1b - ok, this whole thing is srsly hot, omg. Desperate and humiliating and ahhhhh so good. That's the stuff, I love this <3
FILL: A Sick Nuclear Family - 2a/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-10 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)“Well, it looks like you’re already coming along quite well.”
Grindelwald suddenly appears before him. Percival jumps and backs away, hands scrambling on the bathroom tiles. Really though – he should be used to this by now. Grindelwald stands stiff and tall, and only watches him. Cautiously, Percival wipes his mouth using his sleeve and ignores the dribble of morning sickness that stains the fabric. He breathes intensely as Grindelwald eyes him up and down.
The dark wizard’s face brightens when he spots Percival’s bulging stomach. “My, my, Percy. You’re practically glowing!”
“Fuck you,” Percival bites.
Grindelwald moves like he’s about to raise a hand to hit him and Percival flinches, raising an arm to defend himself. But it doesn’t come.
“I’m going to let that one slide, seeing as how the pregnancy might be affecting your mood.” He trails his hand down the side of Percival’s face and then pats him on the cheek. “But if you disrespect me again, Percy, I’ll break your legs and keep you as an incubator.”
As if you aren’t doing that already, Percival wants to say. Instead, he grimaces and nods, absolutely loathing how powerless he is. That seems to please Grindelwald because he steps back from Percival and smiles.
“Credence!” Grindelwald shouts without tearing his gaze away from Percival. “Come here, dear boy. Mummy’s got a surprise for you!”
Credence appears in seconds, hair ruffled and face pink from running. The childlike innocence that he exudes makes Percival nauseous. No young adult should be behaving this way. Credence notices Percival’s pregnancy faster than Grindelwald did, and he runs over to Percival. Giggling, Credence hugs him tightly, careful not to squeeze his stomach.
“Oh, Mummy! I’m so happy! I’ll finally have my very own brothers and sisters,” Credence nuzzles him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
A sort of numbing denial settles over Percival and he can only sit there as Credence kisses his cheek. He can only sit there as the anger fades from his face, only to be replaced by hopelessness.
“See how happy you’ve made our boy, Mummy?”
Percival throws up again.
-
He’s halfway into the pregnancy when he starts to notice the two patches of wetness that appear on the loose white shirt Grindelwald provides him with. His face heats up as he realizes what this means. Percival’s on the verge of a near breakdown and his hands shake as they reach for his own chest. This can’t be happening. It can’t be what he thinks it is. Carefully, he brushes a finger against his puffy nipple and he hisses because it’s so sore and so wet. His finger comes back covered in drops of cloudy fluid, and it’s exactly what he thought it was.
Quickly, he retracts his hand – like he’s just touched a fire. He’s disgusted. At Grindelwald. At himself.
“Mummy?”
Percival looks up to see Credence at the foot of his bed, hands clasped together, fingers squirming like he’s nervous.
“Yes… Credence?”
It takes him a few seconds to start speaking again. “Daddy said you’ll let me talk to the baby if I ask.”
Of course he did.
“C-can I?” Credence asks.
“Is…” Percival can’t bring himself to call Grindelwald Daddy, but he knows that Credence will tattle on him if he doesn’t. The last time Percival refused to call him that in front of Credence, Grindelwald Silenced him for days. If you don’t want to say it then I prefer you say nothing at all. “…Is D-daddy home?” He manages to choke out.
Credence shakes his head.
That makes Percival feel just a little bit better about all of this. Grindelwald’s presence is mostly what makes him nervous. Being alone with Credence is better without Grindelwald.
“So, can I, Mummy?”
“Yeah,” Percival says but he’s shaking his head no. Credence doesn’t take notice of it because all he’s staring at is Percival’s stomach. He kneels beside the bed and presses his face against Mummy’s belly.
“Hello, baby. I can’t wait for you to come out and play with me. You’ll love it here. Mummy is very nice and gentle. According to Daddy, he’s the perfect Mummy and he’ll make more siblings for us to play with,” Credence says, smiling and looking up at Percival like he’s just complimented him. “Daddy is the best. He gives me everything I want and more. He teaches me magic and he’ll teach you too. Daddy says that his and Mummy’s babies will be the strongest wizards ever.”
Percival trembles as he listens to Credence’s words and he can’t bear to hear anymore.
“Mummy’s strong and Daddy’s even stronger. I get to choose how many babies Mummy will have and Daddy will make them inside of Mum-”
“Okay, that’s enough, Credence,” he says, roughly pushing Credence away.
Startled, Credence stumbles backwards and his back hits the wall. Percival’s as shocked as he is. He didn’t mean to push so hard. All of a sudden it gets eerily quiet, but the floor starts rumbling and black wisps of smoke begin to form around Credence.
Fuck. He’s really done it now. Grindelwald’s going to mutilate him for this.
“No, no, no. I’m sorry, Credence. I didn’t mean to. M-Mummy didn’t mean to. Please, don’t tell Daddy, Credence,” Percival pleads with hands out in front of him, trying to calm Credence down. But the boy’s eyes go white and he shakes violently.
“Daddy said you’d let me.”
“I know, I know. It’s Mummy’s fault. You – you can talk with the baby again. Just please don’t tell Daddy,” he’s begging now and he wonders just how much Grindelwald rubbed off on Credence. The boy isn’t at all like he was before. “Please.”
And like a switch turned off, Credence returns to his normal self.
“I forgive you, Mummy,” he says with an innocent smile.
Percival blinks. He’s so confused. But he’s glad it’s over and he exhales in relief as he leans heavily against the headboard.
“I love seeing you two get along. Credence. You’re shaping up to be quite a Momma’s boy,” Grindelwald’s voice reaches the room before he’s even there. “But I think it’s bedtime for you. Don’t you think so, Mummy?”
Credence doesn’t need to be told twice. He’s happy – no, ecstatic, to oblige – and obediently, he leaves.
Re: FILL: A Sick Nuclear Family - 2a/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-14 01:31 am (UTC)(link)I love the clinical creeping dread in this and Percival's kind of surreal revulsion and disbelief with it all so much. The body horror stuff is wonderfully done and sexy yes.
"I’m going to let that one slide, seeing as how the pregnancy might be affecting your mood.”
He trails his hand down the side of Percival’s face and then pats him on the cheek.
“But if you disrespect me again, Percy, I’ll break your legs and keep you as an incubator.”
Did I mention I love your Grindelwald? ;) He's so smug and awful and mock-tender, God. He's thoroughly enjoying himself.
"Daddy says that his and Mummy’s babies will be the strongest wizards ever.”
Oh yes please, Grindelwald producing super-strong babbies with Percival is My Kink Godammit. In this verse I headcanon all Grindy's followers viewing Percival as some kind of Earth Mother meets Ivana Trump figure so they're all magic-knitting babygros for the oncoming super babbies xD
“I love seeing you two get along. Credence. You’re shaping up to be quite a Momma’s boy,” Grindelwald’s voice reaches the room before he’s even there.
“But I think it’s bedtime for you. Don’t you think so, Mummy?”
Grindelwald and Credence are great together, Credence is such a creepy little brat but Grindelwald still makes a much better parent that Mary Lou ever did! I love Percival trying to placate him and trying to toe this ddifficult little line with the pair of them.
Re: FILL: A Sick Nuclear Family - 2a/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-15 02:25 am (UTC)(link)FILL: A Sick Nuclear Family - 2b/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-10 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)Grindelwald sweeps the room in long strides as he walks over to Percival. It’s damn intimidating.
“And what have we here?” Percival knows he’s referring to the stains on his shirt. “Your body is reacting phenomenally to the curse. Much better than anything I could ever have hoped for.” He slips a hand under Percival’s shirt and flicks his nipple, smiling as it twitches and leaks. Percival bites his lip, trying to suppress a moan that escapes anyways. “You’re almost bursting, Percy. So plump and full.”
“Don’t. It hurts”
“Oh, does it? Does it hurt?” Grindelwald mocks him and this time, he squeezes Percival’s nipple. Percival whimpers and presses both hands against Grindelwald’s chest, trying to push him away. But of course, his current state is no match for a dark wizard who’s grown much, much stronger. He still tries though, desperately, to prevent Grindelwald from getting any closer.
Grindelwald responds by tearing Percival’s shirt in two, exposing his chest. Both his nipples dribble fluid all over his skin and Grindelwald smirks.
Disoriented and aching, Percival moans when Grindelwald latches his mouth around a nipple and sucks, hard. Milky liquid fills Grindelwald’s mouth and Percival can physically feel himself emptying. His chest feels so tightly stretched and it’s so painful. Percival’s urges are all primal – rooted in fear. He wants so badly to yell and fight but he knows that if he does, Grindelwald will do something much worse than kill him. So he decides on asking nicely.
“Do – do we have to… tonight?” Percival starts, licking his lips. “I don’t know if my body can, um… take it right now.”
Grindelwald nibbles on the flesh before parting from Percival’s chest. He proceeds to rub the tender skin around Percival’s nipple with his thumb. The spit mixes with what’s spilling from his chest and Grindelwald uses it to lubricate his nipple. He swirls his thumb around it and pushes into it with his nail. Percival winces, sinking down on himself.
“Hm. Well, I am particularly tired tonight.”
Oh thank Merlin, Percival thinks.
“But… You can still use your mouth, can’t you?” Grindelwald asks like it’s of serious concern.
His heart drops.
He really is just an incubator for Grindelwald. Nothing but a body used to bear his children, used solely for his own entertainment in this sick game of house.
“I –”
“Get on the floor.”
And Percival does. He has to clutch his stomach and prop up his back, but he does. Grindelwald doesn’t even bat an eyelash as he watches Percival struggle onto his knees and Percival can’t believe he’s being reduced to this.
Grindelwald doesn’t even give him a chance to orient himself as he shoves his cock inside of Percival’s mouth. Tears immediately spring from Percival’s eye at the sudden intrusion. His ear is filled with the sound of blood rushing to his head, pounding on his temples as if he were trapped inside of a glass jar and Grindelwald was tapping at it impatiently. Grindelwald’s cock is heavy inside his mouth and it burns his throat, but it also feels so damn good. He tries so hard not to, but he closes his eyes and starts bobbing his head like it’s second-nature, moaning around Grindelwald’s cock. Everything comes to him so easily. His nipples are erect, agonizingly sensitive as they leak and occasionally spurt. The pleasure of it all must be triggering some kind of effect, he thinks.
“You act like you hate it, but you love this, don’t you?” Grindelwald laughs breathily. “My cock deep down your throat, stretching you apart until your lips grow numb. If you wanted to suck my cock, you could have just said so.”
Percival drowns him out as best as he can.
Slowly, he becomes used to it. Grindelwald doesn’t move at all. He sits back on the bed, relaxed as he makes Percival do all the work. Surprisingly, Percival doesn’t mind. He’d rather do it like this than have Grindelwald ram his cock down his throat. But he’s still on his guard, still worried about what the man is capable of, even in a moment as uncommonly calm as this. So he keeps his hands on his stomach the entire time.
“You want my come?”
Percival stares up at him with hooded eyes. Something about the expression on Grindelwald’s face makes him want to say yes and he realizes that he’s incapable of resisting. There’s no reason to resist anymore – not when Grindelwald has him wrapped around his finger. Percival nods, Grindelwald’s cock nearly slipping out of his mouth as he does.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes Daddy,” he tries his best to say and the vibrations of his throat make Grindelwald’s cock twitch. Percival keeps going, taking Grindelwald in deeper and deeper, until his jaw hurts from stretching. He can barely even breathe as his nose digs into Grindelwald’s crotch and his throat is almost entirely blocked up.
“I’ll fill your stomach with come, keep our baby warm with my seed,” Grindelwald pants.
Soon enough, Grindelwald comes, shooting down Percival’s throat in a rush. It’s at this moment that Percival realizes what he’s doing. His skin overheats with shame and disgust. So when Grindelwald pulls out, Percival opens his mouth to spit. But just as he does this, Grindelwald clamps his jaws shut with a tight grip, nails digging into the hollows of his cheeks.
“Tsk, tsk,” Grindelwald clicks his tongue. “Swallow.”
Percival shakes his head, sweat covered strands of hair smacking his forehead.
Grindelwald growls and snaps his fingers and suddenly, Percival’s nose plugs. He can’t breathe. He struggles, body quaking as he tries to loosen Grindelwald’s grip but he just can’t. Percival gives up and he reluctantly swallows, desperate for oxygen. It reminds him of hot tea as it slides thickly down his throat, searing his insides and branding his body. Just another way for Grindelwald to show Percival that he owns him.
It feels like hours have passed after he’s finished swallowing all of Grindelwald’s rancid seed. He gasps when Grindelwald pulls out and has to fight the urge to dry heave right in front of him. Percival takes either side of his torn shirt and wraps it tightly around his shoulders, as if the thin, loose fabric will protect him from this horrible feeling. He shivers and unconsciously licks at a drop of come on his lip.
Both his heart and stomach suddenly feel heavier.
“That’s my good boy,” Grindelwald says, and it’s horrifyingly degrading. He wipes the remaining fluid around Percival’s mouth with his thumb and then licks it clean. Calmly, he slides his hand along the curve of Percival’s stomach and rubs it lovingly, caressing it. “Look at how full you are… You’ll never be empty again, Percival.”
Re: FILL: A Sick Nuclear Family - 2b/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-10 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)May I ask, are you going to put this on AO3?
Re: FILL: A Sick Nuclear Family - 2b/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-11 06:23 am (UTC)(link)And, I might when I fully finish it!
Re: FILL: A Sick Nuclear Family - 2b/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-12 02:40 am (UTC)(link)