#thragg x reader

Who fell first of the Viltrumites? Who fell harder?

Pairing: Thragg, Kregg, Conquest, Nolan x gn!human!reader

Note: Testing rn if I should keep the font big or small like this, lmk which one is better/more pleasant to read pls!

Thragg // The Grand Regent

You fell first.

Humans are lowly lifeforms. They are barbaric, their society is crumbling and they are simply disgusting. Blending in amongst them will be the most humiliating thing Thragg will ever be doing in his life. That is what he told himself, at first. He clung onto the hope that he will not fall further from grace than he already has; loosing the emperor, his people and his home. And yet…

Thragg was simply baffled at the amount of customisation a simple cup of coffee possesses. Standing in front of a teenage-looking barista that has seen better days, he crossed his arms, scanning the pretty pictures of drinks and whatnot, trying to find something normal. You had to step in from the side and order him just a plain black coffee. You even footed the bill!

You found it charming how positively dense he seemed to be and how bluntly he answered every question you asked him. He was looking miserable by simply existing. Just how bitchty can a resting-bitch face be?

Thragg found you annoying at first. A curious human probing something it cannot understand just yet, testing boundaries. He’s surprised you didn’t actually poke him yet. Although, he’s not sure why he entertained your curiosity and engaged in conversation for as long as he did.

“Are you finished talking?”

~

He fell much harder.

object of interest (aka, he's not really focusing on you teaching him how to press flowers..)

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Imagine being Thragg’s only male consort? You were plucked from the ruins of mall and hauled into the bowls of a large alien spaceship. You were tested and probed, needles injected that made your blood boil and the searing pain. Once they were finished experimenting, you were escorted to a plain, white room. The guy with the red, cybernetic eye informed you of your new position.

Imagine being Thragg’s only male consort? You laid on the massive bed motionless, twiddling your thumbs and staring at the ceiling. This Grand Regent hasn’t shown up, but the cybernetic eye guy said he was busy breeding the other consorts. He’ll eventually come. You questioned why you were even here and what use you had—cybernetic eye guy responded with “all is ours, even your body will be put to use.”

Imagine being Thragg’s only male consort? Having waited for a couple of days, he finally arrived. Your body moved upright to see the hydraulic door open. Thragg walked in and approached you. He was colossus, standing at 6’6. His frame was a wall of rippling and hardened muscles with broad shoulders that showed his utter strength and dominance. His form-fitted crimson and grey suit hugged every nook and cranky. His hair was jet-black and cropped buzzcut, his mustache thick. You could feel his dark, obsidian eyes bore into you—examining you. You were in for it.

Imagine being Thragg’s only male consort? You were pressed underneath Thragg’s heavily muscular body, his mustache tickling your neck as he littered your neck with bites and marks. He pulled his massive dick out before thrusting into your tight ass, his hips snapping forward—slamming deeper into your depths. He fucked you like an unrelenting machine, delivering deep plunges that created pleasure inside you. Your moans mixed with the Grand Regent’s low, primal groans, snarling as his pace became more savage.

Imagine being Thragg’s only male consort? You were out of it. Moans tore from your throat, your eyes rolled back as you let yourself be ravaged by the Viltrumite. Your cock throbbed against between your bodies, smearing precum as it nearing the edge. Thragg’s heavy balls slapped against your ass, his dick continuing to drag in and out of your gaping hole. He shifted positions and put you into a mating press—like he did with the other consorts.

Imagine being Thragg’s only male consort? The new position sent shockwaves through your body. You clawed at the white sheets, screaming and tightening around Thragg’s massive dick as ropes of cum squirted from your slit. Thragg wasn’t far behind as he continued his deep thrusts, lodging himself deep inside your ass. With a roar and buried to a hilt, the Grand Regent cock pulsed hot, thick cum—filling you to the brim. Viltrumites must cum a lot as he continued to unload rope after rope.

Imagine being Thragg’s only male consort? You lay spent, your body quivering and air knocked out of your lungs. Your hole ached as thick globs of cum gushed out once Thragg pulled out. Your hole tightened around nothing, gaping as it begged to be filled again. The Grand regent fixed himself and informed you that he’ll come back.

And come back he did. You were barred from wearing clothing as Thragg wanted full access to you and your body. He fucked you almost every other day. You were littered with marks and cum leaking out your hole, a testament to Thragg and his capabilities. Unknowingly to you and Thragg himself, you were becoming his favorite consort.

The other consorts were just means to expand the ranks of the viltrumites. It’s unfortunate you can’t bear his offsprings, but that could be arranged. Thragg hasn’t claimed any heirs to his lineage.

Authors note: writing this at 5 in the morning so some of this might not make sense. I really need to fix my sleep schedule.

18+ I obvious smut, slight choking, Reader being a brat, Thragg being a Tsundere

"We are done when I say that we are."

Thragg eyes you impatiently, his cock still taunt and buried deep inside so none of his seed could go to waste. You whimmer as his pelvis meets yours again, already pumped so full that it was gushing out, and you feel him throb at the sight.

"Thragg, darling, it's been three days..." You lie on your back, skin glowing with a layer of sweat and alluringly batting your lashes at him. "Don't you think it's enough?"

"No" he states flatly, draping your wobbly legs over his shoulders. "You told me the fertile window of a human female lasts up to 6 days. I do not intent to waste this opportunity."

At least he was mindful enough of your body's limits, giving you occasional breaks to hydrate, for example - though he'd keep it as brief as possible.

You reach out to put one hand over his heart, smiling innocently as you stroke the hair on his chiseled torso. "But I'm tired...at let me rest a bit, would you?"

Your fingers trail up his bicep, raising goosebumps along the way. He doesn't react, the stoic facade never crumbling, but you adore how his battle-hardened body reacts to such small gestures either way.

"Sleep all you want." Opposite to his inconsiderate words, his large hands roam your body with a tenderness only you had the privilege to experience. "Your consciousness is not essential for this."

Groaning in frustration, you let your head fall back onto the pillow again. "Ugh, so needy..." you joke half-heartedly, but Thragg seems to have taken offense, a deep frown creasing his forehead. "I am just doing my bidding."

"Sure, sure..." Your smile had turned into a mischievous grin by now. Pushing his buttons was just too entertaining at times, and he gets so easily flustered as well. It's almost cute in a way. "Are we really doing this to get a heir only, or are you just into it? Didn't take you for a kinky one-"

"Don't be ridiculous" he cuts you off with a sharp thrust into your already overstimulated cunt, his lenght eagerly brushing your cervix. "I do not indulge in such primitive urges."

"Aww, are you blushing, my love?" You laugh, actually laugh at him and sure enough, the Grand Regent feels his face heat up - though with anger more than shame.

You writhe beneathe him on the sheets, trying to adjust yourself to his relentless assault to your sore hole - but he pins you down by the throat, eliciting a moan that leaves him baffled. "Do you...enjoy this?"

"Of course" you let out a sensual sigh, coaxing him to apply some more pressure. He feels your walls tighten around him in synch with his fingers digging into your windpipe, and a new kind of heat rouses through his loins. "Being at the mercy of someone you love is simply...exhilarating."

Your words somewhat placated him, still not fully used to that damned pull he feels in his chest whenever you so bluntly proclaim your affection. And yet he ignores the voice of the past in his mind, warning him to destroy this weakness before it will completely and utterly ruin him.

The ghost of a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, his hand releasing your neck to cup your cheek instead. "...so you are the 'kinky' one."

"Maybe." Just when you were about to open your mouth again, Thragg caught it with his, lips moving with a little too much force but still incredibly gentle for his standards.

You wouldn't protest, instead closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him close enough to feel the the heat of your bodies mingle. "I'm not complaining, not at all, but...I thought you weren't into kissing..."

"I'm not" Thragg objects sternly, something unusual soft in his eyes as his gaze stays stuck on your lips. "It is a useless custom. But...it seems to be the only thing shutting you up."

"Mhh..." Your coo blends into a moan as he starts moving again, more passionate this time, hips leisurely rolling against yours. You nuzzle your nose against his, chuckling happily as his beard prickles against your skin, and you clearly hear a content hum rumbling in his chest as well.