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[swift-writes]

Yours (Gravik X F!Reader) - NSFW!

Warnings: Smut, Bondage, Unprotected Penetrative Sex, Good Boy Kink, Mummy Kink.

Not Proofread

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“We can’t sleep until the mole is found, Mia!” Gravik was pacing around my room in the compound in only his boxers and a tank top, it was 1:30am. “They’re really starting to get in my nerves, this plan can’t go wrong now.” He ground his teeth together in frustration, digging his nails into his palms and eventually settling in a chair, spreading his legs wide.

I was nervous, it was hard to pin the blame on someone else when I was the mole myself, I’m lucky that Gravik trusts me for now. “I’m sure it was Pagon, you saw how much he was trying to deter your plans.” I stood up, and walked towards him in the chair. I knelt down and rubbed my hands up and down his thighs, hoping to distract him from his investigation.

“It seems to easy don’t you think, the mole wouldn’t reveal themself like that infront of everyone, he was my 2nd in command and clearly wanted to embarrass me infront of everyone else.” He was clearly angry now, his Welsh accent was growing thicker and I could hear the saliva sloshing with his words.

“Well you can’t find the mole if you aren’t well rested can you?” I slid my finger up the leg of his boxers, slightly teasing the underside of his balls. He grunted and weakly thrusted his hips.

“What’re you doing Mia?” He was staring directly into my eyes, clearly trying not to show his desperation and pleasure.

“Just some stress relief, do you not like it.” I advanced further, sliding my hand until my wrist rested on his inner thigh and my fist was secured tightly round his shaft.

“I- No, it’s great.” He thrusted his hips harder this time, his length sliding through my fingers, leaving my hands rested against his crotch.

“Do you want me to keep going, I can take charge if you want.” I smirked, not just because my plan was working but because I was finally doing what I wanted to with Gravik.

“Yes, God please. Just make me feel like this, keep making me feel good.” I almost lost control as the pleasure dragged raspy whimpers from his throat, making my core increasingly wet.

“Get on the bed then big boy, let me help you out.” He obeyed immediately, peeling off his tank top and following with his tight boxers. He climbed onto the bed on his knees and I couldn’t resist to keep my hands off him: I slide my hands down his flexed, muscular back and squeezed his ass, almost kneading it’s softness in my hand. His whimpers were causing an eargasm I didn’t know I needed.

Once he was laid down, I reached for some rope I had nearby from one of my training sessions and commanded him to put his hands together on the bar that served as my headboard. I tied his hands to it and did the same to his legs at the bottom of the bed.

His hips were thrusting into the air, his body desperate for my touch as he squirmed against his restraints. I grasped his cock lightly in my fist, straddling his thighs to stop his hips moving. “Is this mine?” I asked, teasing him as I swiped my thumb over the tip and lightly squeezed him.

He was struggling against his binds, panting and gasping for breath. “Yes, yes. It’s yours, all yours.” His tongue slipped from his mouth, letting him pull in some needed air.

“Mmmmm, good. I like the sound of that.” I stripped my clothes and leant down, pressing my body against his legs before taking his tip into my my mouth and sucking hard, as if I was trying to milk everything from his balls.

I could tell the ropes were going to mark him, he was struggling hard, forced to submit to the pleasure he was feeling. “Ughhh.” He let out a gargled groan as I inhaled the rest of his cock until his balls rested against my chin and my nose mashed itself against his tickling happy trail. His unholy noises only served as fuel to my lustful fire and I bobbed my head, willingly choking myself on his meat as I pushed Gravik’s body to the edge.

His body was slowing its struggles but his voice was making noises I didn’t think a skrull could make. When he was audibly near his peak, I pulled off, giving one last teasing lick to his tip before letting him struggle.

“Please… please. I need to come, don’t leave me on the edge.” He arched his back and groaned, trying to rut against the air.

“You need to prove that your going to be a good boy for me, how are you going to do that?” I slightly slid up his body, grasping his cock and slapping it against my soaked folds. He whimpered and quietly mumbled an answer. “Can you repeat that baby?” I know that he’s asking me to ride his cock but I decided to string him along a bit more. “One more time baby, mummy can’t hear you.” As he began to quiver his lips in speech, I slide the rest of the way up his body, feeling his abs grind against my vagina and his pecs slap softly against my thighs. I then slid on to his face before he could finish his speech and slotted my hips against his face, letting his lips finish their movements against my own lewd ones.

“Ughhhh, I think this is definitely going to prove it. Don’t you?” I ground my hips against his face, muffling his mumbles and letting all the vibrations add to my own pleasure. His tongue was lapping at me hard, desperate to get drunk on my juices. I pulled off before he could get too much of a taste and noticed his arms desperately trying to pull free in an attempt to hold me against his face.

I chuckled, tracing my fingertip over his heaving chest and straining abs as he tried to regain his breath. I reached up with my other hand and slid my thumb between his lips, using my other fingers to the wipe the mess from around his mouth. “I think you’ve proved yourself, haven’t you?” He enthusiastically nodded, not daring to move his lips from my thumb.

I slid myself back down his body, straddling his hips and lightly stroking his erection over my slick folds. His mouth was quivering from the sensation, not struggling anymore in an attempt to appear compliant. His eyes were glossy and desperate, my slow strokes increasing his urgency to release. “Please mummy.” I chuckled, not because I’d managed to get him off my scent in his investigation, but because I had him whimpering and submissive underneath me.

The seductive noises combined with the pretty movements of his chest and tensing thighs and my urgency for him eventually grew over my need to tease him. I lined myself up above his crotch and slowly slid onto him, feeling the stretch from his girth, despite the slick that had formed in my walls. I groaned as he whimpered and leant down, pressing my face into his glistening chest, the smell of sweat and musk filling my nose.

His length pushed deeper inside me than anything I had used or people I had had before. It slid onto my sweet spot, pressing deeply before slightly passing it. I whimpered feebly, gnawing on the soft skin of his pectorals and licking the hard nipples. I weakly lifted my hips before pushing them back down, my energy already spent even though Gravik had only been inside me for 30 seconds.

I screamed suddenly when Gravik changed his skin to a skrull, expanding his cock inside me and breaking his binds before turning back to his disguise. I whimpered against his chest, my walls clamped down on his cock as he used his hands to grip my ass, thrusting up roughly. I screamed and gagged as if my throat was choking on him again. I was loud enough that multiple people in the compound must have woken up.

“GRAVIK!” I screamed, clawing at his arms and chest for stability. He swapped our positions and I was placed on my back, my legs swung over the hunk above me’s shoulders. His thrusts were fast, rough and unforgiving, making me jealous of all the skrulls that had a better chance of being with him forever. I reached up, my whole arm shaking as the bed rocked loudly against the wall, and pulled his face towards mine, his chest to my breasts.

He smirked like a lustful demon and pushed his panting tongue between my waiting lips. The kiss was harsh and unrelenting, our lips slobbering over the other person’s as his chiselled v line collided roughly with my hips. He pulled off, licking his lips deliciously before growling and pushing himself faster for the final stretch.

The bed was smashing against the wall now, chipping the wooden parts and clanging the metal parts. There were a few knocks on the door, asking if I was ok. Gravik replied for me, “JUST ONE FUCKING MINUTE.” He screamed at the door, never taking his diluted eyes of my wide ones as he pounded me deeper into the mattress. My voice box couldn’t muster a scream loud enough to vocalise my pleasure. I was forced to claw at his sculpted body or pull him further into my with my legs around his hips.

5 minutes later, my eyes were dropping as exhaustion flooded over me, my whole core overstimulated from every inch of Gravik’s cock. He, on the other hand, was livelier than ever, forcing each thrust deeper and harder than the last. Over our sexual din, I could hear murmurs outside the door, women giggling over the thought of Gravik and men reprimanding their leader. The man above me paid no attention as his hips began to stutter and his throat gargled. He pressed a kiss to my lips, not pulling off as his dick swelled inside me, pushing as deep as he could, his balls drew up against my ass and he filled my pussy with his thick, milky seed.

I whimpered as he instantly pulled out, slipped on his boxers and tugged open the door. “What!” He commanded, his Welsh accent making me twitch on the bed hysterically. The people outside stuttered as they stared at his almost-naked body, the fresh scratches all over his torso and arms, his shaking thighs, soaked beard, swollen lips and half erect cock in his boxers. The silence was deafening, no one had a word to say so he slammed the door and joined me in bed again, removing his boxers to hold me as intimately and freely as possible.

I curled up against his chest in a foetal position, purring against his body. “Your mine aren’t you baby, my little mole forever.”

I didn’t even care that he knew, I had just been ruined by him and nothing else mattered. “Yes I’m yours.”

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[swift-writes]

Mine (Gravik x F!Reader) -NSFW!

Warnings: Smut, Threats, Flirting, Intimidation, Public Sex-ish, Good Girl Kink?, Daddy Kink, Falling Victim to an Accent, No Safeword, Unprotected Penetrative Sex.

Not proofread.

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“Are skrulls always this late to important meetings.” I asked as Gravik sat down, appearing smug in his navy semi-formal clothes. He was heavy with the scent of cologne. He ignored my question and flagged down a waitress, who took our order and brought it over almost instantly. She set down my tea, which I instantly took a sip of, before she set down his espresso.

“Thank you love.” He glanced at her almost lustfully and I slightly spluttered on my drink. Why was I feeling jealous? He grinned at me while looking at me from the side of his eye, not moving his head from the direction of the waitress politely. He began to drown his beverage in an abundance of sugar.

“Why didn’t you just get an empty cup?” I asked, slighted weirded out.

“I like a bit of espresso with my sugar!” The mix of his thick, Welsh accent, his shivering shoulders and his toothy smile sent an electric warmth shooting through my body to the middle of my legs. He clearly noticed my face screwing up in concentration as I tried to not let my arousal get to me. I crossed my legs over each other, desperate to stop myself from feeling like this.

“Shall we actually start the conversation we came here to have?” He pressed his cup to his lips and lightly slurped as I stared into his eyes and half-heartedly nodded.

The rest of the meeting was a blur, my eyes constantly on his plump lips, closely shaven beard and his heaving chest when he stretched his arms behind his head. I almost felt like he could tell I wasn’t paying attention: he took off his jacket and crossed his arms, accentuating his biceps in his tight sleeves. I barely caught the drool in my mouth.

“Can everyone else leave? Now!” I was confused until everyone on the surrounding tables morphed into their skin, skrull skin and began to file from the café, including the waitress, who locked the door behind her. Gravik stood up and I felt a twang of fear, realising I should’ve been paying attention to his monologue.

“You do realise how important this meeting was for both of our interests? Don’t you, Lilith?” He walked behind me, his strong palms massaging my shoulders and neck. I froze. “Instead of listening, you decided to ogle my body. And no doubt… fantasise about it.” He leant down to my ear, purposely letting his warm breath brush against my neck before forcing his seductive accent into my eardrum. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I always give my good girls their wishes.” I almost purred, rolling my head back against his neck, completely forgetting that he was my enemy. My sexy enemy apparently.

“I… need you.” I could feel his smile form as he pressed a kiss to my forehead, his strong hand stroking my hair.

“Of course you do baby, come here, let daddy hold you.” I obeyed, standing up and collapsing against him, our lips crashing together in a seemingly eternal embrace. His tongue slithered between my lips, claiming my mouth and stroking every part of it. His hands slipped from my hair, down my back until they met the cushion of my ass, which he clearly relished as he kept his palms there. My own hands lost control, reaching out to hold his biceps through his tight sleeves. I moaned into his mouth as he tried to pull away from the kiss.

“Baby… the kiss isn’t the best thing that’s going to happen today. Be patient.” He smirked, knowing I was going to go weak from his accent. “I think we need to lose some of these clothes first.” He stared intently into my eyes as he popped each button on his shirt until he could shrug it off his shoulders. His pecs were perfectly smooth and clearly soft with a slight sprinkle of hair. His shoulders were broad and only led to more muscle as his rippling biceps were fully revealed. His 6 abs were profusely toned on his stomach. Through the middle of them was a light dashing of hair that passed his navel and disappeared into the waistband of his boxers. Cockily, he turned round and flexed his back, it was covered in thin scars and upon a second look, they were clearly caused by nails.

“Baby… I wouldn’t mind, but don’t leave me the only one getting naked here, eh? I wanna see you.” I crumbled under him and pressed my face between his pecs as he pulled my shirt off and unclasped my bra. “Mmm, you’re so pretty, so beautiful. Can’t believe you’re all mine.” My lips quivered as he replaced my bra with his hands, lightly rubbing his thumb over each nipple. I whimpered, feeling a gush of warmth in my core. “Feels so perfect doesn’t it. Use your words for daddy.”

“It does. It’s perfect. All of your touches are.”

“Slow down there baby, I’ve only given you one touch.” He chuckled and withdrew his hands, exposing my chest to a piercing chill. He reached for his belt and began to unbuckle it, pulling it from each loop. Next was his fly, unveiling the front of his black boxers. He discarded the belt and slid his pants from his body. I was mesmerised by his bulge but still managed to pull my jeans from my body, leaving me in only my underwear. “Did you wear your best laced panties for me, love?” I nodded, not really understanding the question because I was indulged in every inch of his chiselled body. “We won’t be needing them unfortunately, thanks for considering me though.” He was so confident and cheery in everything he said and I could barely breathe as the air hit my folds. I was cock drunk and I hadn’t even seen his cock. He worked his hands over my body, kneading my breasts and stroking my thighs, purposely avoiding my centre of arousal. “You’re being quiet baby, lost for words are you sweetheart. Not an uncommon reaction to me, you’d be surprised.”

“Are you going to take your boxers off.” I mumbled against his ear, almost out of energy from doing nothing. I had no patience for all this foreplay but he was intent and had all the power here.

“There will be time for that later sweetheart, I wanna make you feel good first.” He lifted me around his waist and the first thing I felt was his hard bulge below me, then the warmth of his skin. He set me on the edge of the table and dropped to his knees, wrapping his arms round my thighs and dragging me forward until I could feel his breath on my pulsing folds. “I won’t give you a safe word baby, you’d regret it if you stopped early with me.” He smirked before diving forward and snacking on my vagina with his long, wet tongue.

“Ughhh! Gravik!” I already knew that his next actions were going to bring out all the sounds I had buried before this. I tried to hold onto his hair but it was too short and I instead scratched his scalp, my hands instead gripped the table. Gravik’s tongue lapped at my juices, flicking against my clit while his lips feasted on the outside. He pulled off for a second to relish and vocalise his sensation.

“You taste so good ba-“ I cut him off, forcing him back to my core as I wrapped my thighs around the back of his head, trapping him there. I could hear him moan against me, sending vibrations through me body and I gripped the table until my knuckles were white. I felt his tongue poke at my entrance and his grin formed before plunging himself inside, lapping at my walls roughly.

“Aghhhhh, oh… my… GOD GRAVIK!” His beard was scratching me, somehow adding to my pleasure. His nose was mashed against my crotch, he was desperately trying to get his tongue as far into me as he could. I could almost feel his saliva dripping from my walls as he pulled out, my legs too tired to hold him. He was panting as he stared up at me, his eyes clouded with lust. His nose seemed slightly bruised from being slammed against me. His beard and lips were covered with my sticky juices, and when he stuck out his tongue, so was that.

He stood up, not saying a word and pressed a kiss to my lips. He sloppily continued it as I let my tongue fall between his lips this time, licking my own juices from his tongue that met mine in an inextricable tangle. We both groaned into each other before he withdrew. He instantly slid his thumbs into his waistbands teasing slightly before it was too much for even him and he tugged them down his thighs, discarding them with the rest of his clothes.

“If you liked that, you’re gonna love this, sweetheart!” His cock was 9.5 inches long, every vein was thick and pulsing, wrapped around his shaft. I was already whimpering at the sight but he wasn’t wasting any time.

Within a second he had thrusted hard, fully sheathing his girth inside my wet heat. My whimpers turned to screams as he pummelled my tight hole. He was almost chuckling in my face as he destroyed the balance in my sensations. All his cockiness disappeared, however, when I clenched around his cock, making each drag add more pressure and draw a raspy whimper from the back of his throat. We were both moaning now, our sweaty foreheads pressed against each other. His thrusts weren’t slowing or losing intensity despite the resistance, they were increasing in both factors. I reached my hands round and dragged my sharp nails down his back, adding to the numerous scars from several other women, or men. This only spurred him on and he picked me up, never haltering with his hands pressed on my ass, definitely leaving a handprint.

“Taking me like a good girl, gonna scream my name, love?” He carried me to the closest wall and slammed me against it. Each time he pulled out, gravity would slide me down on to extra inches of his cock, making the next thrust even harder.

“GRAVIK, UGHHHH.” He grinned and growled and I almost felt like he became animalistic. The time between him breaking me in two and pausing became little to none, every thrust felt like it tore a part of my walls. I could feel every vein on his cock sliding through my tunnel, the tip always slamming against my sweet spot, sometimes even past it.

“That’s not my name baby… ughhh. Say my name properly. Be a good girl, you’ve done a great job so far.” Every single word was accentuated with an unnaturally strong thrust.

“DADDY! DONT STOP, I’M… SO… CLOSE!” I clawed at his back more, my feet climbed round his waist and slid over his smooth ass, tugging him further inside me, attempting to relish every inch of him. I could hear his balls slapping against me, his hips meeting mine. I could hear the squelching as his cock slid through my juices relentlessly.

“I don’t plan on it, you’re being too good for me, too good to tease. Taking everything daddy gives you! I’m close too, not too long baby.” My orgasm tore through me way before his, another too. His relentless pounding was clearly backed up by relentless endurance.

It felt like an hour later (not that I was complaining) that we ended up on the floor, me swivelling my hips against his, bouncing up and down. His mouth was agape, quivering with each bounce, his quips had disappeared long ago, replaced with his very frequent whimpers and shudders when I clenched around him. The overstimulation was almost too much, not enough for me to climb of Gravik’s cock though.

“Mmmm baby, I’m gonna cum. Sit on daddy’s face so I don’t finish inside you.” I obliged, slotting my hips around his face and bending down to wrap my lips around his throbbing meat. His tongue instantly found it’s away inside my gaping, sensitive hole and lapped harder than he had before, desperate to draw a fourth orgasm from me. My tongue wrapped around his thick shaft as my throat swallowed around his head. His girth was stretching my lips, I was slobbering all over his crotch, a pile of drool collecting in his v line.

After my throat swallowed around him a few more times, he swelled in my mouth and pulsed before his tip spurted his warm, sticky cum all down my throat and inside the walls of my mouth, a lot spilling out of my mouth and onto my chin because I couldn’t hold it all. The bitter taste was surprisingly bearable considering all the effort I had put in to aquire his milk.

The desperate, throaty moan that came with his release ricocheted through my walls as his tongue went limp inside me, his hands still forcing me roughly onto his face, and I had my final orgasm, my juices splashing onto his face, furthering the mess.

We laid like that for atleast half an hour, the smell of sex heavy in the room. Our bodies slipping over each other due to all the sweat. My lips pursed against the tip of his flaccid cock. His raspy breath tingling my ruined hole. His hands squeezing my ass. My hands grasping his thick thighs.

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