#invincible thragg

[issybee06]

Baby hotline!

Viltrumite men and how they are in bed!

I got bored and when I’m bored I write so here! Munch!

Short dabbles, nothing major I just thought we should get a little snickersnack

This includes Thragg, General Kregg, Lucan, Nolan, Mark and Conquest, and that one Viltrumite Guard who got his head double teamed by Allen and Nolan(he was very pretty idc I just locked onto him like a dog smelling chicken)

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Grand Regent Thragg-

Fucking mean

Like full-on does not care if you aren't prepped or shit he's going in.

He wants kids, not pleasure, so he's fucking like its his 9-5

He's got your ass up, sharp, calculated, thrusts as you're sobbing and begging to cum. Red marks on your cheeks, bite marks on your body, cum from previous orgasms running down your thighs.

You beg again and he scoffs.

“Again…? I don't think it's fair that you've got to cum 5 times now and I haven't cum once,” he chuckled lowly in your ear, “hold. It.”

General Kregg-

Terrible husband, great father.

Excellent in bed.

He gets around, and doing so he's learned A LOT from all his fairs and now knows exactly what makes you tick.

If he's one thing, he's great at memorizing and learning from his conquests.

He's got you on top, smirking as he watches you work yourself before he shifts his hips just enough to get the head of his cock to kiss your sweet spot.

“Fuck!”

He's humming, thumb lazily rubbing circles into your clit, “come on star…youve got it…give me another baby to spoil.”

Lucan-

Omggggg

I love Lucan so much he might be one of my favorite Viltrumites in the comics

So loyal to his wife, refused to breed with any other humans besides her

He would treat his partner right, praising and kissing and would take time to learn what you like and hone in on it 10x more than you'd expect

Like eating you out? He's got that tounge trick down to a T

“Fuck…Lucan…right-right there!”

He'd blink his pretty dark eyes, hick your legs higher on his strong shoulders and work you until you were seeing the stars he hailed from.

Nolan-

HE KNOWSSSSS

We all know he and Debbie were still going at it

He looks older, but his stamina? Unmatched. Once he's got you its end game.

He's passionate, rough but not mean, hands on the headboard as he's pounding into you. The wood will splinter, the wall will dent, you wont walk for days, but he's grinning and cooing down at you.

“Come on darling…cant you keep up? I think you can…youre my tough little human…”

He's tweaking your nipple, pinching it and rolling it roughly, snorting when you whine, “shhhh, you like it.”

Mark-

Bottom.

Canon bottom.

Whining and holding you too tightly cause he still can't fully control his powers so you'll bruise, begging you to fuck him harder. You're on top, riding him as he thrusts up into you with a pathetic look on his face. So in love, wanting to please, you tell him to do something hell fucking do it.

“Ah-AH~ ba-baby! So good when you ride me, so tight…so warm-FUCK-b-babe can I cum? Please? Please? Plea-”

“Mark…huh…t-touch me?”

Don't need to tell him twice, he's already swiping his thumb over your clit and watching you unfold before messily cumming inside with a cry of your name.

Conquest-

Dominating

Taughting

Teasing

He's gonna toy with you, drag out each orgasm and then ruin your peak. He wont let you cum, not until you're crying and offering up your soul to a demon does he let you finish.

Its not even about him, he can care less about if he gets to cum, his pleasure comes from breaking you, ruining you, claiming you like this.

He'll laugh, ruining another orgasm, “Aw, were you gonna cum? Did I ruin it for you? I guess we're just gonna have to start over, again.”

You'll cry, hell laugh and lick your tears up without care.

Viltrumite executioner-

I think he's a switch, I mean look at him.

He can either be pounding you mercifully with your legs on his shoulders and one of his hands on your throat.

“You like this? Fuck… you're so filthy…flying all the way to the prison just for some dick…”

Orrrrr

He's moaning, crying, whimpering under you as you force another orgasm out of him and admire the was his tan skin flushes and his pretty eyes fill with tears from overstimulation.

“Oh-stars-p-please…i-i can't anymore…too much!”

[safji]

SPOILERS FOR THE COMIC.

I don't know English well, but I'll try to somehow tell you a small part of the story of one of my fan characters - Orion

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Orion is the same purebred Viltrumite as his parents, his mother is Trisha, and his father is Thragg. Orion and his younger sister were not desired children for their mother, but for their father they were no more than combat units, differing from other relatives only in their "noble" lineage. (Not in terms of the fact that any of them had the blood of Emperor Argall, but in terms of the fact that Trisha and Thragg were the strongest of the representatives of their race)

From the very birth, the twins were isolated from their mother and were brought up by specially designated Viltrumites, first by nannies, and later by teachers. Thragg was the only parent who at least somehow figured in the childhood of Orion and his sister, and then only in order to subject the children to his own influence as a regent. It goes without saying that the idea of an "ideal, strong society" was imposed on Orion and his sister, as well as on other Viltrumites, and since Orion and his sister were born after the civil war and the ascension of their father to the throne... Not that they had any choice but to renounce their own feelings and be unquestioningly loyal to Viltrum. They knew about the mother only from the words of the father, who told about her as a worthless traitor doomed to death. 

Orion and his sister were very different in character, Orion was quiet and unspoken, leaving a satisfactory impression on his father as "cold-blooded and focused", and his sister was emotional and loud, which at first annoyed Thragg, in the future the regent managed to channel the features of his daughter's character to his advantage, as a result of which the girl was forced to find joy in violence against subjects who opposed Viltrum. Observing the changes in his sister, not only doubts, but also horror began to creep into Orion's head, but since Thragg encouraged such a thing, and noticing even a hint of doubt, he immediately raised his voice and reprimanded... Orion simply did nothing, suppressing inside himself all thoughts and feelings that were unfavorable to his father. 

Of course, the brother and sister repeatedly witnessed how the weak perished and the strong survived, even despite the fact that the empire was relatively calm. 

***

Orion and his sister face their mother already as adults, before the destruction of their home planet. Watching Trisha, Orion wonders why she is still alive despite Thragg's words, why she is so confident in her beliefs and actions. In response to Orion's questions, Trisha manages to sow doubt in his head with her actions and words, and also bring out all the doubts and fears that the young man previously suppressed. Trisha does not ironically mock her son, calling him cowardly and weak, and then declares that sooner or later he will simply lose his mind like his father and sister... That Orion will kill himself. 

The young man remains completely bewildered, but still begins to think about his mother's words. 

***

Orion still remains in the ranks of the empire, but decides to tell his sister about his encounter with Trisha, because of which they have a conflict, the girl chases her brother away, and then informs her father. 

Not wanting to fight with his sister, Orion flees to Earth in search of his mother, but becomes an involuntary witness to her conversation with Allen about spraying the "dirty" virus on Earth. The young man falls into despair, unsuccessfully trying to convey to his mother that the beginning of the epidemic is not a way out, that in the ranks of the Viltrumites there are those who could take her side, like him, for example, but Trisha does not listen to her son. Orion leaves once again, avoiding a fight... Realizing his own position and that he has been used all this time, the young man falls into depression.

Yes, in the end, Orion had to unite with Mark and his father in order to save the people and the Viltrumites, but in the end he still ended up between two fires, Trisha got angry with him, and Thragg refused to take his son back. 

***

Orion disappears for some time before the expulsion of Thragg, but then returns. Nolan, who became the rightful emperor, allows the guy to return. Orion's sister harbors a grudge against the new emperor, but she also refuses to help her father, now considering him a weakling, since he lost to someone as pitiful as Nolan, who spared him and simply let him go. 

Trisha returns to the coalition of planets, where she was before. 

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I'm too lazy, but this is enough as his minimal background, so I'm gone.

[i-see-starzzz]

Daishi Fujiwara (OC) as a Viltrumite Empress

[xonuq]

My bitch pose is naasty

redraw of this panel cuz daumn!

[theartofsimpatry]

Invincible characters and their favorite parts about you

NSFW🔞

Mark Grayson: Tits, he cant help but love them. Small, medium, large or XXXXL, he loves them!!

Omni-Man: Ass, he loves to see your ass bouncing against his body when you ride him.

Rex Splode: Ass AND tits! He loves the female form and is classy enough to appreciate both.

Conquest: He’s not picky, he’s an older man and knows that he can appreciate all the parts of your body. But if he absolutely had to pick one? Ass.

Thragg: PUSSY. He’s a breeder for goodness’s sakes! He loves pussies of all sizes, shapes and colors, the only thing he cares about is your fertility.

Cecil Stedman: Another old man that looks past the flesh and cares about whats on the inside… his favorite is thighs.

Allen the Alien: Tits. He likes to compare them to his massive hands, if they don’t fill up his hands, they’re cute. If they do? Its hot as fuck.

[bluewizard1]

They are so different <33

[inkivaari]

Omg thrag having the craziest breeding kink after getting together with reader . Like yeah before he just did it for the empire now it’s personal 🚶‍♀️

oh god yeah like you wouldn't BELIEVE- after that first pregnancy of yours? watching that gorgeous little belly swell with the fruit of his loins? forsaking his imperial duties to fuck you through your mood swings and tend to your cravings?

shiiiiiiit, he even got hard watching you in labour, screaming and crying while you birthed his heir. he was quick to demand to the physician when you could be inseminated again.

after a while, he stops visiting the concubine chamber. no need to. he sells them off to lower members of the court, and his focus becomes singular. that cunt is his. it is his own personal fount of creation, it's art, it's a portal to an eternal legacy, where his heirs shall be grown and brought forth, and they'll be as devastatingly beautiful as you, while being beautifully devastating as all future emperors and emperesses should be.

he doesn't even let you swallow his cum anymore after you blow him in his study. no, he's yanking you out from under that desk and shoves you down onto his cock so his load goes inside you, then he'll fuck it deep into you, ramming you down on him while you loll on his chest like a ragdoll, and he cums and cums and cums for as long as he needs to, to ensure his seed is as deep as he can push it, hijacking your uterus whenever he feels like it. it's rare to find you off that cock nowadays.

[cringe6fail6star6]

Selkie thragg

that bitch would leave his coat in your room and wont take it back. At all. until u accept the gift, hes acting like this:

my drawing prowess is outstanding

[eatmyheartoutjpg]

EMPEROR'S ADVISOR ;; In which you're an unknown being that stays beside Thragg, the emperor of Viltrum. Short fic/ROM.

04.12.25 Masterlist

The Viltrumites prided themselves on their superiority—on the strength that defined their very existence, the bloodlines that shaped the universe in their image. And yet, there was one exception.

An anomaly. A secret. A being that existed outside of their rigid hierarchy, whose very presence defied all logic and understanding.

You.

No one knew where you came from. No one even knew what you truly were. You had no origin, no history, no biological markers that could be traced back to any species. You simply were. And for the past one hundred and fifty years, you had remained a ghost tethered to the most powerful man in the Viltrum Empire—Grand Regent Thragg.

The first time Thragg encountered you, he had tried to kill you. It had been instinct, a reflexive response to something so unnatural, so entirely beyond the scope of what a living thing should be. But you didn’t die. In fact, you had barely reacted.

"That tickled."

It infuriated Thragg. And yet, over time, you lingered. You did not demand nor beg for a place within the empire. You simply appeared when you pleased, and disappeared when you grew bored, and—most frustratingly—found amusement in staying close to Thragg.

If it had been anyone else, Thragg would have obliterated them without hesitation. But you were useful.

You possessed knowledge no one should have, an understanding of the universe that even the Viltrumites, in all their conquest, could not grasp. You whispered secrets of unseen threats, provided information that turned tides in war before battles even began. You had no allegiance, no ambition, yet you aided Thragg as though it were mere entertainment.

And so, begrudgingly, the emperor allowed you to remain.

It was an unspoken rule among the Viltrumites—you were untouchable. You were not one of them, but you were not beneath them either. A paradox. A ghost. A presence that sat comfortably on the arm of Thragg’s throne, head resting lazily on a hand, legs swinging in complete ease.

"If I didn’t know better, I’d say you enjoy my company," You mused once, watching Thragg from where you were perched.

"You are a necessary nuisance," Thragg had replied without looking up.

"Mmm. I think you’d miss me if I disappeared for too long."

Thragg had scoffed. But when you actually vanished for an entire decade, the irritation that followed his absence was undeniable.

And when you reappeared, slipping back into your usual place as though nothing had changed, Thragg said nothing. He only glanced at you once, sharp and assessing. You only smiled.

"Miss me?"

"Get off my throne."

"You don’t mean that."

Thragg sighed. He really didn’t.

And so the years continued.

The Viltrumites knew no equal. No rival. No threat that could shake their reign.

Except, perhaps, for the quiet, nameless being that sat beside their emperor.

And the emperor, in all his might, never told you otherwise.

The grand hall was eerily silent, save for the deep, rhythmic breaths of the Viltrumite Emperor. Thragg sat upon his massive throne, posture as regal as ever, his gaze set forward with the weight of a ruler who knew no equal. Yet, despite his commanding presence, there was a peculiar sight—an anomaly draped across him like an afterthought.

You sat on the arm of the throne, your legs casually swung over Thragg’s broad thighs as if the emperor’s lap was nothing more than an extension of your seat. Your fingers idly traced unseen patterns against the metal of the throne, eyes flickering with quiet amusement.

“I must say,” you mused, breaking the silence, “it’s been rather dull lately. No wars worth watching, no uprisings—” Your lips curled into a knowing smirk. “Your empire is too stable.”

Thragg let out a slow breath through his nose, unimpressed. “That is not a flaw.”

You chuckled. “For you, maybe.”

Before Thragg could respond, the heavy doors to the throne room were pushed open with force. A Viltrumite general strode in, fists clenched, armor slightly dented as if he had come straight from battle. He approached the throne and swiftly got down on one knee, his eyes momentarily flickering toward the figure draped across his emperor before looking down at his own feet. Minding your business is a given, considering it’s the man who controls the strongest army in the universe.

You stared at him for a few seconds, unblinking. And then you let out a quiet “oh”, briefly remembering him as a newer general in comparison to the rest. You’ve rarely seen his face and you didn’t even know his name. He hasn’t made fame for himself just yet, but he’s been sent out like a lapdog, delivering messages and such. 

“Grand Regent,” the general began, voice firm, “we have a situation. One of our own—General Var’kon—has gone missing. It is possible he has betrayed the Empire.”

Var’kon was someone you completely forgot existed, he was sent on a long mission and you haven’t seen him in twenty years. He wasn’t anything in particular, but has a good track record from what you recalled.

Thragg didn’t even look at his general. He barely reacted at all, his only response being a slow wave of his hand, dismissing the concern entirely. “Then find him.”

The general hesitated. “If he has turned traitor, we must act swiftly before—”

Another dismissive wave. “Go.”

It was unlikely he turned traitor, but the idea made Thragg’s blood pressure rise.

The general stiffened before nodding. Without another word, he turned and left, his urgency unmet by his ruler. He knew what would happen if he didn’t do what was ordered.

As soon as the large double doors shut behind him, you hummed in amusement. You tilted your head, eyes lidded as you leaned in slightly toward Thragg’s ear.

“He didn’t betray you,” you murmured in his ear, your voice carrying an unsettling calm. “He was defeated.”

Thragg’s gaze finally flicked toward you, intrigued but unsurprised. “Who?”

You smiled. “A passing warlord. One who didn’t know any better.” You shifted, resting your chin against your palm. “I’d say the body is floating somewhere in the debris belt of the fourth sector.”

Thragg allowed a moment of silence to pass, processing the information without the need for further investigation. That was one of the benefits of your presence—there were no drawn-out searches, no need for spies or informants. The knowledge was simply there, handed to him effortlessly.

“Hm,” Thragg grunted. “A waste.”

You hummed in agreement, idly kicking your feet. “Such is the fate of the weak.”

Neither of you spoke for a while after that, the conversation drifting into the quiet comfort of knowing exactly how the universe would bend to your will.

A/N ;; Tried to go for a mysterious character, will build upon this if ppl want. I think about this concept a ton, but I keep it undercover bc it's realllyyy self indulgent lol!

[fellerhour]

Thraggot

[issybee06]

thragg x hero!reader where he doesn't understand how his best men could fall in love with something as insignificant as a human until he sees the reader fight several viltrumites and also sees the friendship between mark and reader, but thragg focus on the affection and protection the reader has for mark. and he gets obsessed. so he demands the reader's hand in marriage so many times and the reader still finds a way to slip through his fingers.

Trust the process

Omgggggg I love this idea

Thragg x reader

Don’t know if this is exactly how you wanted it but I hope you enjoy it! 🫶

Major Spoilers from comics!

Pt2

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You sniff, groaning as you try to stop the blood gushing from your nose. Soloing was probably the worse thing you could do while being angry. Not being levelheaded lead to you getting your head smashed into a wall.

Well, I won, so fuck them. You mused to yourself, sighing and stretching out your tense and sore muscles.

I think my bones have bruises…

“Human.”

“JESUS!-“

You jump, clutching your heart as your head spins to look over your shoulder at the 6’10 Viltrumite conqueror standing on the roof a little ways behind you. You were on patrol, Mark was still recovering from being hit with the Scourge Virus and you promised to look after earth while he was still on the sidelines.

You didn’t exactly expect to find him here…or did he find you?

“Holy shit…uh…hi?” You raised a brow at the man as he comes closer. You recognized him from a few weeks ago from the Viltrumite ship, he was the king…? Emperor? Something like that, all you knew was that he was powerful…important.

You stood, wincing slightly after the beat down you had just received. His brow raised slightly, dark eyes trailing over your figure. Your torn suit, the way the blood ash and dirt clung to you, your bleeding nose and split lip.

“I saw your little…spar. I must say, I’m quite impressed you held your own so well. I’m constantly reminded the will of the human race, quite fascinating.”

“Uh…thank you?” How were you supposed to respond to that?

He says nothing for a while, staring out at city as the sun crept lower to disappear into the sea.

“…you and the boy, you are close? You seem to care for him greatly, considering how you threatened to murder your boss.”

Did he mean Mark?

“Mark? Yeah, he’s my closest friend. He…he’s important to me.”

Thragg scowls slightly, lower half of his face buried into the white furs of his red cloak.

“Are the two of you…courting?”

You sputtered, cheeks rising with color, “what?! No! No…he’s cute, yeah, but I can’t like him like that. It feels…ugh.”

He casts you a look, eyes narrowed, “you said he was important to you.”

You huff lightly, “yeah…like a best friend or a family member.”

He hums, “yes…forgive me for my assumption.”

He waits again, the silence growing awkward between the two of you. He speaks again, low like a growl, like he couldn’t believe he was actually asking this.

“…so you are unclaimed?”

What the fuc-

“I-I guess? I don’t understand-“

“Mate with me.”

Your eyes turn to saucers, jaw dropping at his request. No, not a request, he was stating it like this was a done deal. You had no choice, in his head you were already his.

“Excuse me?”

“Mate with me. Bare me a child and I may make you my official mate. My wife as you call it here on your planet. You are strong, females here aren’t from what I can see, not like your strength. I need someone strong to handle me and the barring and birthing of my child.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you did the only logical thing you could think of in that second.

You jumped off the skyscraper.

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No, you did not jump to your death, you did it to get the fuck away from the scariest man you’ve ever encountered.

Like, who the fuck dumbs that on someone you just met?!

It’s only gotten worse since that first meeting a few months ago, he’s been getting bolder.

At first, you thought it was a coincidence that he began to show up at your day job as a barista, didn’t even recognize him because he was in real human clothes. It was only until one of your coworkers walks up to you with a scowl, murmuring that your “boyfriend” was an ass. You had quirked a brow, peaking over to look at your so called spouse when your heart stopped.

He was sitting at a table, tight dark grey shirt over his toned chest and meaty arms, dark blue jeans. There was nothing on the table in front of him, he was just…sitting there.

You swallowed, walking over and catching his attention almost instantly.

“…are you going to order something from the menu…sir?”

He looks at you, eyes narrowed as his frown grew. He looked hurt, if he could, and a bit offended.

“I would never ruin my body with your…human sustenance.”

God you hoped he didn’t say that to your coworker too.

“Sir-“

“My offer still stands.” He interrupted you, large hands clasped together on the table. His dark eyes watched you carefully, calculating, “no other female on this planet meets my standards…you are the closest thing to perfection I can get in this lesser planet. I wish for your hand. I want you to be my mate. I believe you can give me a superior offspring, one that might lead my people into a new age. I know you can give me that.”

A shiver ran through your body, and you swallowed. He was so…upfront, straight to the point like this was a business deal and not fucking marriage.

“I-“

“(Y/n)! Customers!”

“Look, I gotta-“

He stands, and you loose your breath at his height.

“I promise this to you…I will have you, but I will play this little game of yours. Until next time, mate.”

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“And he won’t stop following you?” Mark asked, mouth full of fries as the two of you sit on top of Burger Marts roof.

“No! It’s driving me crazy! It’s been going on for weeks, Mark, WEEKS! He’s everywhere, Mark, I’m not even kidding. I’m at work, he’s waiting till I get off shift. I’m at the grocery store, he’s reaching to help me to the top shelf! I’m at college, he’s reaching sits and waits till I’m out of class! He’s legit, everywhere.”

You take a bite of your burger, “I’m honestly surprised I haven’t found him in my apartment yet.”

Mark laughs, feeling slightly bad for you, “hey…on the bright side, you aren’t getting cat called anymore because now you have a Doberman following you.”

“Ha. Ha. Not funny. Mark, he won’t stop asking me!”

Mark sighs, playful attitude lessening, “ I’m sorry, (y/n)…I wish I could help but everything is so tense right now with the Viltrumites and with Allen-“

“Mark, no, it’s fine. It’s just…I wonder if he’s ever gonna give up. I might have to just…ride this out until he gets bored of me I guess.” You throw your head back, dumping fry bits into your mouth.

Mark frowns, feeling terrible. He knew Thragg wouldn’t give up, he’d push and push until he had you. Willing or not.

And right now, you were the only reason earth hadn’t been destroyed yet…but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

[tyheartsthragg]

thragg x (fem)reader

note: this is also on ao3 ! and there’s comic spoilers—be advised lol

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64406905

word count: 1174

summary: after the destruction of the Viltrum empire, thragg seeks a solution to rebuild the legacy—he finds you.

It’s been twenty seven days since the Viltrum empire has been reduced to cinders. The shame of having to leave his entire empire behind was already mortifying by itself, however blending in with humanity was a humiliation ritual of its own. Each stomp he took down the sidewalk was followed by a deep breath, he couldn’t afford to get caught. A small pebble rolled toward his shoe, causing him to glance down with skepticism. The silence cracks open, a deafening sound of rocks and debris collapsing onto the pavement, spreading a thick cloud of dust and ash into the streets.

Thragg turned his attention toward the commotion, civilians screaming and sprinting away from the growing cloud of haze as the building nearby meets the ground.

Regardless, he carried on, walking down the sidewalk as the screams faded off into the distance. It was not his job to interfere, nor did he really care about the lives here. Yet… he is strangely curious to see how the ‘heroes’ on this planet handle a grave threat. With a slight shift of his weight, he swiftly rose into the air, the ground fell away beneath him. His gaze snapped toward the crumbled building, followed by more screams and wails of terror as the weaklings fled from the scene. His eyes narrowed further at a bright crack of lightning down below.

Focusing his sight; there was a man ranting about something inaudible, bolts of lightning crackling around his form. Bursts of flames erupt from destroyed vehicles, rubble and debris decorating the roads, and the ‘heroes’ that are keeping a large distance between them and him. They’re not even attempting to subdue the man, their lips moving but making no sudden action.

These are the defenders of this planet?

Two feelings quickly surged within him, pride and curiosity. The first was mainly due to his own sense of superiority, quickly understanding that he (or any Viltrumite really) could easily stop the idiotic man causing such a commotion. The other side of him, the curious one, wondered just how humans handled issues like these. What made them so worthy of being protected by other Viltrumites? Why did one of their best fighters betray their cause for this planet and its people?

Thragg stared blankly at the scene in front of him as others flocked away in fear, he wanted to see how this would go and if possible, find someone worthy enough to interbreed with. Someone who could create a soldier capable and reliable.

However, with each passing minute Thragg slowly began to realize something. The superheroes in front of him were entirely and completely useless at their job, doing almost nothing to stop ‘Powerplex’ as he called himself, from wrecking down buildings and hurting other innocent humans. Before he could continue living his moment as a nosy aunt, he was interrupted by the footsteps of a figure approaching the manic man. A woman. She appeared like others of her kind, small in comparison to a Viltrumite and lacking in any overt signs of strength such as muscle. He felt a brow rise in confusion, why would the GDA send such a weak thing to fight an already pathetic creature? It’d be much like watching a fly fight a mosquito, both equally annoying creatures capable of providing no positive or useful traits to a society.

He watched as the creature brought her arm back behind her, cranking it like a hard lever, and even from a distance Thragg could see the subtle sight of her veins beginning to pop against her arm. He stared intensely, waiting for her to swing, and then-

He blinked.

He blinked and Powerplex was gone.

The only evidence of what happened was the woman standing in the middle of the battlefield, and the harsh gust of wind that smacked his face from what he could only guess was due to the sheer power of her punch. Thragg stood there in a haze, completely shocked by the power he had just witnessed. Vanquished by a mere human. He rose his head and watched as the sky was illuminated by the loud and strong thunderous roars of lightning bolts due to Powerplex’s power, before the man fell onto the ground unconscious. He felt a smirk grow on his lips, his heart swelling in a strange emotion that he could only compare to excitement. This had to be it, this woman, she was the one.

A rectangular shaped portal tore through the space, hovering above the ruins as GDA rushes out with guns strapped to their chests. An older, suited man hops out last, already turning to speak with the woman who just defeated PowerPlex. The armed guards lie the injured heroes onto a cot, machines already picking up on their faint heartbeats. They left as soon as they arrived, but the elder stayed with the woman, the two seemed to be discussing the matter at hand.

Their conversation appeared to end abruptly when she shook her head, waving a dismissive hand his way. He backed down, and returned back to the portal with a wave before it shrunk back into nothing.

For the first time in the past hour or so—it’s silent. The woman stood there for a moment, before turning to help an injured person beside her.

Thragg descends from the air, gravity pulling him down to meet the cracked concrete. He marches forward, rock and shards of glass crunching beneath his feet as he approaches her. A few heads turn, taking in a single glance at him before darting away from the area. The woman turns as well; her eyes narrowing upon the sight of him. She throws a protective arm over the shaking girl beside her, flicking her head to the side—a silent order to flee. The girl doesn’t waste a second, vanishing into the ruins, leaving the woman’s attention fixed on him.

A gust of wind blows through, kicking up debris and pebbles, filling the silent air. Her posture is defensive—both hands curled into tight fists, her expression stern and unyielding.

“Who-”

“Hello.” Thragg cut her off, his hands folded in front of him. Her eyebrows pinch together in confusion, shoulders relaxing slightly. “Your performance was intriguing.” His words would sound more genuine if his tone wasn’t emotionless. She opens her mouth to reply but he cuts her off once again, causing her jaw to snap shut. “I wish to breed with you.”

The woman stands there in silence, utter disbelief written across her features as she took in his blank stare. “What the fuck?”

[venu-5]

Ramble?

MDNI! (This post is 18+)

This is about Thragg, do not fret, this is no tagging mistake!

Author's note: This was just a silly thought. I hope people enjoy it because I'm not a professional writer nor do I claim to be a good one! Though I hope this is good for a second start.

Word Count: 516

Content Warnings:

Thragg...{Implied Age Gap}, {Reader is legal}, {Pregnancy}, {Sexcy?} , {Non-monogamous situationship?}, {Brief three-way with two aliens}, {Big dick}, {Maybe unrealistic smut-most definitely because author has never felt the touch of another human AHEM} {Cunnilingus}, {Is it a breeding kink if they do it to repopulate a small population out of necessity??}, {Thragg a freak for Reader} {OOC, duh its fanfic and I may or may not have not read the comics...}

Okay, no, I need more Thragg content and I'm no writer nor someone who's experienced but imagine him with reader who's Mark's best friend, Thragg learns the nature of their relationship and he's quick to take Marks friend because he needs leverage because Mark isn't scared so he needs to make him scared! They're powerless, weak, fragile to someone as strong and big as Thragg. It's no use in fighting him, you should just sit pretty and let him smell the fear that emits from you.

He's intrigued. Why? He wouldn't be able to tell you. Is it the way his hand swallows the curve of your throat? Or maybe it's because he can't help but imagine the way you'd look carrying his heirs? To you it's a medieval way of thinking but to him, oh, to him it's necessary-it's the way of life.

He wants to fill you up with his come. He wants to spend every minute and every second inside you until he's sure he's seen your womb swell with a sign of life. He's fallen to the satisfaction of watching your lower stomach swell and bulge as he slips his thick cock into you. That sweet, sweet symphony you sing for him. The first time he ever breached your walls you swore he'd tear you in two but he didn't. Miraculously you remained intact and to him it was sign enough that you were meant to take him.

His concubines are pushed to the side, filled only when their wombs are empty and their nests are empty. He won't spend a second raising children, it's his concubines' job to raise his children. He needed warriors but you, oh, sweet, sweet you. He filled you even when your womb was full. Even when his palm curved over your belly, he thrusted slowly as he nosed at your neck and groaned lowly enough to make your heart vibrate. You had the best doctors, he ensured that they learned human biology and had the correct instruments for you. Even if you were the only one with that humane biology in his presence, he knew you'd prove him right and give him a fierce warrior on the first go.

If you rewarded him properly then he'd reward you in turn though he did reluctantly wait the six weeks of repose that were mandated to allow your dumb human body to heal properly. Besides, six months for another pregnancy? Stupid, in his opinion.

It was hell to Thragg. So he spent every second with his head between your thighs. You sat on your throne (his tongue) with his concubine fucking herself on his cock so he could imagine it was you he was filling-though the way she clamped down around him never felt the way your gummy walls clamped around him. His concubines would never truly deserve his come the way you do. It's a waste when it's spilled in their wombs. How he wishes it's your womb he spills into.

Mark should just forget about saving you.

How long has it been?

Shit...I think he has.

[kawaiigirly21]

Some General Headcanons part 2

-Conquest met his wife when he came back from an assignment and saw her standing next to Thragg

-She used to be an advisor to Thragg before promptly requesting a job change to spend more time with Conquest

-For reference, Conquest is from the generation where the civil war took place. Natasha was born sometime afterwards. She is from Nolan's generation

-Conquest STOLE HER FROM THRAGG!!!

-The pair were messing around on the side and Natasha reveled in the fact she had the attention of the strongest Viltrumite, but the moment her eyes met those of Conquest's, she felt something she never felt while laying in Thragg's arms

-She found Conquest charming

-He found her beautiful and alluring

-Conquest STOLE HER FROM THRAGG

-Is he jealous? No. Is he mad his favorite advisor isn't giving it up anymore? Yes. He won't admit it but he misses that pussy

-Conquest and Natasha claim that love doesn't exist in Viltrumite DNA but come on. They LOVE each other

-The pair flirt while on assignments. Well, the assignments are actually for Conquest, Natasha is just there to watch him kill and flex his muscles

-Imagine being an alien trying to avoid being murdered and you see the infamous Viltrumite Conquest flirting with a woman whose rubbing on his biceps that are coated in the blood of your kin

-Sex. Oh boy. That's a post all on its own

-The pair forgo courting and jump right into marriage after one exceptionally hard assignment

-No many people attend. And the ones that do, are close associates of Natasha

-Thragg attended as well. For the sake of trying to intimidate Conquest out of marrying Natasha

-It doesn't work obviously and the two are married in a quick ceremony

To Be Continued

[theartofsimpatry]

Yandere Thragg Headcanons!! 🔞

I wrote this without reading the comics so if this is OOC for Thragg… oh well ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

-You probably got his attention by either 1. Being extremely strong or 2. Being extremely fertile. Im going with option 1!

-Your strength intrigued him, he knew if you two fucked, you’d give him strong children, maybe even stronger than a pure-bred Viltrumite.

-You decided to not make the Viltrumite empire your enemy and you couldn’t help but find Thragg attractive~

-He was a lil surprised (and turned on) by how willing you were to be his breeding mate.

-You’re taken to Thraxa after he took it over and are introduced to all of his other breeding mates…

-The Thraxan doctors have your ovaries under a microscope 24/7 due to Thragg’s thirst to have you impregnated.

-Turns out you’re not as compatible with Viltrumite DNA as Thraxans are, so you convince him that he needs to put all of his DNA and time into you. As your potential offspring would be much stronger and live longer than the Thraxan-Viltrumite halfbreeds he’s been making.

-Next thing you know, you’re the only female he sleeps with now. It will take many many many times to get you pregnant after all.

-His libido is out of this world, he’s ready to go 25/8 and he would be going all day every day if it wasn’t your own tiredness.

-Originally he found this annoying, how you’d stop the fucking, have one of the servants bring food and drinks then would sleep for hours instead of being his impregnable fleshlight.

-He’d learn to wait for you to wake up, he’d lay in bed next to you watching you sleep and grew… to like it….

-He began seeing your needs as important too, not just his and the empire’s.

-He gets frustrated with himself when he realizes he’s beginning to feel the same “weakness” and affinity for the “lower lives of the universe” that his underlings had.

-He WANTS to kill you, to destroy this weakness, he needs to be strong for the empire… you’re supposed to only be his breeding mate after all.

-While he’s thinking about killing you, you’re almost killed by another alien and he finds myself protecting you. No one else is allowed to kill you, only he is! (He’s not gonna do it)

-He finds himself staring at you after you two fucked, you’re sleeping peacefully and he raises a hand to try to quickly kill you. You roll over, feeling his arm missing from your grasp and cuddle into his chest… he can’t do it, he lowers his arm and wraps it around you.

-When you do finally get pregnant, his protection and yandere-ness gets stronger.

-You won’t be able to leave the palace without him by your side, servants are with you 24/7 for whatever you may need.

-You guide his head to your baby bump and with his sonic hearing, he can hear the baby move and kick around inside of you.

-Yeah… he loves you…. He even loves that lil baby in you despite never meeting them.

-he hates how stupid and uncontrollable he feels when he realizes he truly loves you.

-His thoughts are consumed by you and your child now

-Even the empire now comes second to you ❤️

[bluewizard1]

la creature, usagi and Thragg

gluttonous beast and tyrannical social Darwinist