Gingers Notes — whew!! Hey yall 🌝 Ik ik alot of unfinished projects, we MIGHT get to them soon, I’ll do my best!! I’m a lil rusty but yess here sum smut for black fic tumblr needing to come backk
Content warning — Smut, public Indecency, talks of children, thrag lowkey doesn’t know how dates, hookup (?), cursing, reader does go to the gym, not proofread 🙏🏾 lmk how yall feel about all this and any other stuff
You knew relatively close to nothing about your date. While you tended to mind stranger danger — it was hard for you to not stare when he entered. You couldn’t help but be curious, especially when he seemed… unimpressed. You too met in a gym. He walked in and scanned the equipment, the staff, — you. He stopped, eyes forced in a scowl as he scanned your physique. He denied it happened .
But you saw it. It prompted you to even approach the stoic male. Introducing yourself to him, small tips about the gym you’ve picked up to being a member. It seemed to lighten his mood, though when he told you, he wanted to take you out— it caught you off guard.
Of course you agreed.
“How much do you go to the gym?”
He broke the silence as you looked up from your plate. You knew his exterior was tough— but being this close to him in an intimate setting didn’t even seem to help.
You were nervous.
“Well, I use to go regularly— not so much now..” Brown eyes finally getting the chance to lock with one another for the first time the whole night. It startled you. You wondered if it was the same for him— even though you doubted it.
But Thrag liked it. Being the leader of a dying species, he could tell when someone was feeling— unsure around him. He couldn’t help himself, looking over your figure repeatedly— head to toe, Curly Fro framing around your face glowing in the restaurants lights. In contrast with his large frame, of course you looked small— but Thragg could tell, You were perfect. Soon as he came to pick you up, walking out your front door— he knew.
“Have you considered a private gym?”
A private gym?? You tilted your head at the older male, squinting at his expression to read his mind— you only stopped going to the gym regularly due to the lost of motivation, it never occurred to you that it could be the gym’s fault.
“I own one, that’s why I was there, getting new members.” He said, dropping his crossed arms, sticking a hand in his pants pocket, pulling out a small business card.
You frowned as he slid it over to you. It made your date feel like promo, it didn’t make it better you couldn’t read the man that sat across from you. Dark eyes that stared so deep into your spine— his lip quirked up a little underneath his stache. “I can give you a tour.”
That he did try. Moving the date from one destination to the next— the car ride itself didn’t get that far.
“So was this, just to promote your gym?”
You finally had got courage enough to ask— getting tired of your mind coming up with its own ideas of a reason. “No.” It was a short and straightforward response. But to you— it didn’t help.
“So what are your intentions?”
You watched as his eyebrows furrowed and his stare on the empty road got tense. Knuckles flexing and relaxing on the steering wheel before his eyes shifted to you. “I wanna make you a queen..”
“Give you a planet of your own to rule by my side.”
It wasn’t true, he knew that— you were human, you wouldn’t live to see the rebirth of the empire, and he almost felt sorrow thinking about it. Before realizing that only means every moment counts.
You were still processing the shift, you’ve been told you can have the world before— but when he said it, it sounded Real, even though you knew it wasn’t. Your lips parted to respond— mind raking for words,
“Let me show you.” He cut your thoughts off, pulling over to the side of the road. Before you could even think— the passenger door was opened and you two were standing body to body.
His face wasn’t in his signature scowl. His eyes furrowed with something like silk— so smoothly it came over as second nature. Greed. A heavy hand resting on the small of your back pushing you to the side of the car away from the empty streets view.
It was spontaneous, out of nowhere. He didn’t give you much time to even decline his offer— and after you felt the rough hand of your date move from the small of your back rub up the spine of your back — before pushing your chest against his car. You’re glad you didn’t decline.
His left hand rolling up your dress in eager, while his free hand slammed next to your head, pressing his body against your frame— being able to shape your position exactly how he wanted you.
Lips brushing against the shell of your ear as your breath hitched, he spoke. “Your job would be being submissive to me, and you’ve already shown your loyalty.”
A heavy thigh pushing your stance wider, giving Thragg the space he needed. Finally peeling off your underwear— eyes glued on you as your pussy glistened under the moonlight.
A messy hand dragged over your cunt before softly slapping. Sending jolts up your body and a weak moan leaving your lips. A chuckle of approval leaving Thragg’s lips before doing it again.
He didn’t know what he liked more— the sound of his hand making contact with your cunt or your whimpers. He couldn’t unzip his pants enough, letting them hang loosely under his v line, his length taking the show easily. Just as dominating and demanding of attention as its owner.
His hand moving to grip your shoulder, as he slid his shaft in between your wetness— not letting your whining deter him from his prep.
You were going crazy— the only thing keeping you focused on ur surroundings was the flicking street light across the street, as his tip prodded at your entrance many times while his teasing dragged on.
“please, put it in—
“Sir.”
“please put it in, sir”
It felt good, thragg had spent too much on this planet he didn’t know what it was like to have control again. It got to his head— and his dick, as he slid into you with a thrust, immediately lacing his hand around your neck when your head went back in a moan.
“These are my intentions.”
It left a chill on the back of your thighs as he slid his thumb into your mouth, his thrust started— you understood why he did it. Your glossed lips messy with droll around thragg’s thumb still couldn’t silence the sounds you made.
Every thrust thragg delivered into your cut felt like the thin line of pain of pleasure, hitting parts of you didn’t even know existed at a calculated pace— his breath unsteady and deep in your ear, both of you too much aware of the sound of his hips coming contact with your ass.
“you’re shaking.” He said it breathlessly to you, his tone still somewhat holding onto that same strict cadence.
But you couldn’t ponder it too much, eyes rolling back in pleasure, chasing the feeling of being ravished. You didn’t care your legs were shaking and the only thing keeping you up being your thraggs hold on your throat, or the slick sound of you squirting on thragg as his pace continued, not caring about the slick of you and him now running down the inside of your thighs.
“I want 5.”
Your eyes glazed over with a shine from ur tears of pleasure and lust finally peeking open when a palm gripped the fat of your butt, spreading you open for him to get a good look at his mission.
“ five what?” You managed to whimper out.
Thraggs eyes started at his cum that decorated your insides and watched as the remnants dripped over your cunt. A groan leaving his lips as he slapped his tip against your clit.
“ 5 heirs.”
He did say he wanted you to be his queen, and every second with a human counts— your life span is so limited, he wanted to make sure it wouldn’t be a waste for you.
“I’m gonna fuck 5 loads into your pretty cunt tonight, and tomorrow.”
His words emphasized with every slap of his tip, your mind was in a frenzy— nodding your head to every word, not even sure if you knew what you were agreeing to.
“And every day after that. The heirs will come in due time. But I’m making you my queen Tonight. Isn’t that right?”
You choked on your own words, a moan leaving your lips as you felt the viltrumite grip your waist and slam you back onto him, thrusting into you with one move
Hey !! I rlly do plan on coming back!! College is hard and adulting is hard. FUCK AI OMS!! so in protest, I will come back to writing ( can u believe my professor accused me of using ai n even said it was “too perfect” and wants a writing test. Girl boo.) But for rn imma redo alot of stuff before I rlly start writing.. ( maybe rewrite finally ). But!! I’m very active on my socials n I have discord so if yall want to be in the know, you can hmu so ask me abt it… this might be hard to read cause it is 4am but love yall 🫰🏾
in which, MARK GRAYSON from INVINCIBLE, is sick of your attitude.
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includes: mark grayson x fem!reader, established relationship, reader has a bad day -> mark handles it, mature content (17+) brief mention of missionary, spanking, oral (m. receiving), throat-fucking, spitting, doggy-style, prone bone, creampie, brief aftercare, dom!mark grayson, sub!reader, 3.3k words.
MARK GRAYSON knew how to make love to you.
his touches were tender beyond belief, hands groping, squeezing, adoring in all the right places. lips pressed and puckered against your skin with the reverence of a thousand suns-- affection scorched your soul, and mark was good at making you feel his warmth. his thrusts always reached deeper, farther, than you could imagine-- and when he made love to you, you were certain you could feel him in your throat.
"i know baby, i know," he'd coo, breath fanning against your cheek as he held himself above you with such ease, you'd think he could stay there forever.
mark would argue that he could if he really tried.
his hips would grind into yours, the taunt flesh of his lower abdomen rubbing against the pudge of your belly tantalizingly. "god, mark," you'd gasp, nails scratching down his back-- sure to leave angry red tracks in their wake.
his jaw would clench in concentration, face flushed; "want you to cum baby," he'd stutter, brown eyes screwing shut as ecstasy began to leak from every ounce of his soul. "can you do that? cum all over this dick?"
you'd be panting-- chest heaving up and down, sweet, pathetic moans falling from your lips. you were irrevocably soul-tied to mark grayson; nodding dumbly, not a thought behind your eyes as he coaxed your orgasm out of you (for the third time that night; mark had standards to uphold).
your hole would flutter; strangling mark's cock with such strength it almost pained him. "y-yeah," he'd praise, groaning himself as his cum began spilling into your core, "that's my good girl,"
certainly, those were all things he'd do to you.
or at least, he'd planned to-- the brown of his irises widened almost comically as he echoed your request, hands placed firmly onto his knees.
"you want me to hit you?" mark whisper shouted, as if that would make the taboo scenario any less vulgar.
you rolled your eyes, popping a chip into your mouth. lounging on the couch of your dorm's living room had mark anxious-- especially for a conversation of this nature-- but you assured him confidently your roommates would be long gone for the evening. "yes, baby," an eyebrow of yours quirked upwards. "what happened to, 'yeah, i'll try anything once'?"
mark sputtered at your question, cheeks tinted a pretty shade of pink. "well--" he swallowed. "i didn't think that meant laying hands on and- and being mean to my wife."
"we're not married."
"officially... yet." mark huffed, running a hand through his dark locks. "i don't know," he whispered, your name rolling off the tip of his tongue with ease.
your face fell softly-- and you placed your chip bowl on the small coffee table in front of you, reaching for your boyfriend's hands. "if you really don't want to, we obviously don't have to," you began, voice soft, "but i just wanted to try something new; if either of us don't like it, we can stop immediately."
mark's eyes were full of devotion as he stared at you. it was silent for a few moments, before he spoke. "the issue isn't that i don't want to," he mumbled quietly, "i jus' don't know how." he had a childlike pout on his face, and it made you laugh softly.
"start doing your homework, then."
mark cocked an eyebrow upwards at you. "you want me to... watch..." his voice trailed off, and you nodded, grinning slightly.
"if that's what you need to do-- you'll figure it out soon enough, baby," you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. you were satisfied with the outcome of this conversation-- and turned to watch whatever bullshit sci-fi movie mark had turned on intently.
at least it wasn't seance dog, you conceded inwardly.
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it was safe to say you were having a shit day.
you had slept through your alarm, spilled what little breakfast you had managed to make yourself all over your clothes (promptly making yourself even more late), missed your train, and slipped in front of half a dozen people speed-walking to your lecture.
and as you we're now discovering, had also forgotten your wallet on your dresser. fuck.
groaning, you slid the flimsy piece of pizza back towards the cash register-- watching the employee's face twist in confusion. "sorry," your mumbled, shoving your hands back into your pockets, "m'not that hungry."
and you couldn't even lie in peace! your stomach had to grumble comically loud, and you deduced your feet couldn't carry you away from the parlor fast enough-- shame swallowing you up whole.
it wasn't until you got half-way across campus that you paused to catch your breath. you leaned yourself against a small pillar, staring idly at the ground, collecting yourself. from your jean's back pocket, your phone buzzed.
the screen had lit up with a picture of you and mark laying down together, and your ring-tone continued to chime in an endless loop. finger swiping against the screen to accept the call, you pressed your phone to your ear.
"hey babe," mark's voice was light, and you could hear the faint noise of the television whirling in the background. "how's your day been?"
you paused, chewing on the bottom of your lip. you didn't even know where to begin, so you settled on not even beginning at all. "fine." you said shortly.
from the other end of the line, you heard mark's breath hitch. "fine?" he echoed.
"fine."
mark exhaled softly, and you could practically hear the wheels turning within his head; your boyfriend had to tread very lightly. "o...kay," he hummed. "aren't you going to ask how my patrol is going?"
agitation boiled in your stomach, curling angrily at your tongue-- coming out uncontrolled and unexpected towards your poor mark. "you're not on patrol, mark. i can hear that stupid fuckin' show you always watch in the background."
though you couldn't see it, mark's brows rose into a slight shock. the call was silent for a few moments-- before mark simply recited your name into the phone, hanging heavily in the air.
"what?" you snapped, taking off towards your next class. "look-- i have to go, i'll talk to you when i'm back."
maybe you had pressed the hang up button too fast, and maybe you had spoken a bit harshly. guilt slowly bloomed in the back of your mind, and shit. you should really apologize to him-- he didn't deserve--
the sensation of cold, mildly chunky liquid hit the right side of your body. some sort of muddy solution had coated your torso, and you stood silently in shock for a few moments. the perpetrator, a biker, barely looked back at you as he passed, the tires of his bike dragging a pathway of puddle water behind him like evidence.
"oh shit--! my bad!" the man called out, before pedaling away without a second glance.
you exhaled, cursing underneath your breath.
you really needed a fucking break.
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one bruised ego later, you returned to your dorm. it was silent, save for the soft murmur of someone's phone playing idly in your bedroom. with a practiced ease you slipped your shoes off and plopped your back-pack onto the kitchen table, trudging over to your bedroom.
mark laid sprawled out on your un-made bed, his cheek pressed against the fabric of your comforter softly. brown eyes met yours, and you felt something spur to life within you-- though you couldn't place what exactly-- frustration blurring your common sense.
"hey," mark tried, twisting to face you. in the process, you suppose he must've seen your wallet sitting in the same exact place you had put it the previous night-- your dresser. "you left your wallet here." he offers, scratching at the back of your neck.
your jaw ticks.
it's really not mark's fault, nor does he deserve to face the brunt of your anger-- but you just can't stop yourself, especially being as hangry as you are.
"i know." you say sharply, rolling your eyes. your thoughts begin to spiral and suddenly words-- mean, nasty, and hurtful words-- are being thrust into the air. "god, did you seriously think i wouldn't have noticed my wallet was gone? of course i did--"
"stop." mark's voice is different. authoritative. your name on his tongue cuts through your anger sharply. he's sitting up now, on your mattress, his head tilted slightly to the side and resting on his shoulder. "you," he accentuates, "don't know what you're saying."
his accusation (no matter how correct) makes your eye twitch. "i do know what i'm saying, what the fuck are you--"
"do not curse at me." mark says steadily, standing. "we do not curse at the people we love,"
you stand in front of him silently. your mouth has spread into a thin line, and much to your own dismay, you don't have anything to say to that.
luckily, mark continues for you. he reaches forwards, grabbing your forearm-- his grip being tight enough to make a point, but never enough to hurt. "you've had a bad day," he says, as if its not common knowledge. "i get that." mark's voice is low.
"but that's not an excuse to be a brat about it,"
he leads you towards the edge of the bed, where he takes a seat again; hands grasping your arms to prevent you from mirroring him. "take off your pants."
something in your gut curls deliciously. "i'm not really in the mood to be told what to do," you whisper, challenging him.
mark's eyes squint at you, before he sighs, exasperated. "fine," he says evenly, tugging you forward forcefully and sticking his hands down the sides of your pants. "i'll do it myself." in one swift motion, your jeans have pooled at your ankles, leaving you in your shirt and panties.
just when you think mark's had his fun at being dominant, you feel him tug you-- stomach first-- onto his knees, bending you at your hips. "not in the mood to be told what to do, hm?" he whispers, rubbing a large hand against the plush of your ass.
the sound of his palm meeting your ass crackles throughout your bedroom, his touch leaving a mocking burn sizzling at your skin. "too bad. you're going to listen."
you gasp, hips immediately bucking away from the sensation. "mark--!"
"ah-ah," he warns, hand coming down onto the fat of your behind again. "where are you going? don't run."
mark is having much more fun with this than he originally anticipated he would; watching you squirm in his hands, cheeks (both sets) redden, and attitude falter-- it's all too good to be true.
you whine, though your back curves towards your boyfriend's hand as if you can't get enough of this.
mark is silent, though his smirk is loud.
"my baby was so mean to me today," mark coos, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "s'only fair she gets a taste of her own medicine," he brings his hand down onto you again, and you're moaning.
despite your position, you attempt to squeeze your thighs together-- the itch, the burn, the desire, for mark to pay attention to your pussy growing steadily unbearable.
"please," you whisper, swallowing deeply. "please touch me."
"you want me to touch you?" mark asks, using a finger to peel your panties to the side-- unveiling your sopping cunt. it glistens under the soft light of your bedroom, and mark sucks on his teeth loudly. he drags his index finger from your clit to your hole, touch infuriatingly light. "i don't think you deserve it."
you could sob. "no, please, m'sorry,"
"you're sorry?" mark coos, palm running along the burning skin of your ass soothingly. he moves suddenly, pushing you off of his lap and onto your knees. you sink to the carpet, looking up at mark through your damp lashes. "why don't you show me how sorry you are?"
it's phrased as a question-- but mark's voice is stern; he's not asking.
you're nodding before you can think. nimble fingers fumbling with the draw-string to your boyfriend's sweatpants, you tugged them down (along with his boxers) past his hips.
he's hard. the tip of mark's dick blushes furiously, and he's leaking pearly pre-cum already.
a hand wraps around its base, and you lick a singular stripe from his nuts all the way to his tip-- following a prominent vein, you feel mark shiver underneath your touch.
"fuuuuck," he hisses. "that's it, baby, shit,"
you waste no time in popping mark into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks with ease. mark's hands go to gently collect your hair, wrapping it tightly around his knuckles.
you gag softly, taking the rest of him in your mouth. he's so big-- eyes prickling with tears as his tip caresses the back of your throat.
"you can take it," mark groans, hips stuttering upwards into your face. "this mouth," he's gasping, your name echoing throughout your bedroom with passion, "fuck, baby. s'so good,"
mark is throat-fucking you now, perhaps unaware of his strength; he holds your head closely and his lower abdomen meets your nose repeatedly, the only noises emanating from your bedroom being his groans and the sound of you choking on his cock.
"ohh, fuck, m'gonna cum," mark announces suddenly, eyelids drooping hazily. he pulls himself out of your mouth-- and the state you're in is nothing short of obscene. your hair sticks to your face in patches of sweat, tears are running down your cheeks, and spit dribbles down your chin.
the sight makes mark's cock twitch, and he gives himself a few lazy pumps before cumming all over your face. "look at you," he moans, chest heaving. "covered in my cum. this s'what happens to sluts who wanna talk back,"
you can't help yourself-- the feeling of his sperm drenching your face make your cunt pulse, and a hand snakes itself between your legs to roll your clit desperately. you're gnawing on your bottom lip; absolutely enthralled in the stimulation.
"hey," mark's foot nudges your hand away from your pussy. "did i tell you you could touch yourself?"
your stomach rolls, and your voice comes out hoarse as you speak. "no,"
"that's right," mark loops his arm underneath your armpit, easily manhandling you upwards. using his strength, he pushes you flat against the mattress, face downwards and ass up. "i didn't."
his palm meets the plush of your ass again, and you whine-- tired of being teased.
"since you're so desperate," mark's lips purse, before he leans down slighty-- spitting onto your pussy. you feel the saliva run down your slit, and you clench uncontrollably. "you're going to take it; take how i fuck you."
his plump tip suddenly prods at your entrance, and you feel one of mark's hands press into the middle of your shoulder blades keeping you pinned to the bed. he sinks into you, inch by inch, stretching you wider than you thought possible. his cock, quite literally, steals the breath from your throat.
you and mark have had sex before-- obviously. you've felt the way his cock has driven into you at a heavenly pace, felt the way he's ground his hips into yours with nothing but love oozing from his actions. felt the way his kisses have soothed your overstimulation, and you've felt the way he's made love. now, though, as mark bottoms out with a groan-- it feels different.
it feels like there's something that hangs in the air-- charged with frustration, anger, lust. it bubbles up in your throat, and as mark pulls back the first time only to slam into your weeping pussy-- an apology rips itself from your throat.
it's muffled, as mark's hand shoves your head deeper into the mattress. "m'sorry," you moan shakily, eyes rolling back into your skull.
mark laughs. it's breathless-- mocking, even-- before you feel his lips meet your shoulder. a brief kiss, as if to say: it's okay, i forgive you, i love you so much, you're so perfect for me.
what he says though-- breaks the softness he'd barely offered. "you made your bed," he pants, thrusting into you messily. mark's cock pounds your g-spot over and over and over again-- one of his feet propped up onto the bed to aid him in getting the right angle. "now lie in it."
he's stretching you out, going deeper than you think you've ever felt, and being nastier than you thought was ever possible for mark grayson. it causes you to moan loudly, voice being shoved into your mattress.
a white ring begins to form around mark's cock as he continues to pound you-- turning your head, you gasp, "h-holy shit, mark, i'm cumming--!"
something inside your boyfriend snaps. your orgasm had snuck up on you without much warning-- and now his was doing the same. mark brought his palms to your hips, yanking you backwards and onto his dick repetitively. he was chasing his own pleasure, being selfish, for once.
"yeah? c-cum for me, yeaaa, cum all over this dick," he's moaning noisily now, unafraid of your roommates and neighbors. through glassed over eyes, you can see mark's head tilted backwards, jaw hanging open ever so slighty. "fuuck, pretty girl, i'm going t'cum too,"
mark is just so beautiful-- sweat glistens underneath the lights of your room across his chest, beauty marks moving in sync with his muscles as he continues to fuck you. his dark hair is wild, lips bitten red, swollen, and shiny-- and you swear you see drool running down his chin.
the boy makes a point to grind into you deeply, finally unable to hold himself up from behind you. he falls forwards onto your back, hips stuttering as his load begins to unravel within you.
the weight of him is what pushes you to a second orgasm-- out of nowhere, your body pulses and jumps, cunt throbbing selfishly, drinking every last drop of his cum. you're crying out now, babbling variations of oh god, mark i can't, this is too much, feels too good, when you feel his breath hit the back of your neck.
mark is gasping too-- struggling to catch his breath as if he doesn't have viltrumite stamina. "god," he groans, voice hoarse.
"yeah." you agree. your face is sticky with sweat, saliva, mascara, and remnants of mark's cum. you feel filthy.
there's silence for a few seconds, as mark sits up to really look at your figure. the skin of your ass is raised in the spots where his palm came down onto you, and your face looks like something out of a porno.
"you feel better now?" he asks, almost shyly, despite how he was absolutely tearing your shit up mere moments ago.
"..what d'you mean?" the question comes out hazily from your mouth; clearly, you still remain quite cock-drunk.
mark flushes a pretty shade of pink. "i just...saw something about takin' care of your girlfriend when she's had a bad day so... y'know," his voice trails off, and you watch him fiddle with your torso-- a finger tracing the curve of your waist to your hip.
you laugh-- more than you mean to, honestly. but its warm, comforting-- and welcomed, given your nasty remarks all day. "you mean you want to know if you've properly fucked the attitude out of me?"
your vulgarity makes mark's ears go red-- though a dimpled smile paints its way onto his face. he shrugs, running a hand through his hair. "your words, not mine."
"well," you clear your throat, rolling onto your back. "i think you did a sufficient job, markus."
"good," mark pinches your hip playfully, before laying down beside you. "'cause i did my homework."
PLUVOiA '25 ® - masterlist - based on this req.
loren's thots: i watched mickey 17 the other day going in FULLY for steven yeun and came out sobbing w/ an unabashed love for robert pattinson. like oh ok! mind u ive never liked rob like that so.......him as a pathetic lil wet dog bf is soo appealing
viltrumite mark & f! reader, MDNI.
— mark suspects you're trying to baby trap him ... which is sooo crazy cuz that's what he was doing too ! long live the empire ... or something
cw. mutual manipulation, toxicity, mutual baby trapping, breeding, mentions of pregnancy
— a/n i hate this sm i can't even proofread it,, definitely lost the plot but anyways enjoy
your back hit the mattress with a soft gasp. mark tossed your shredded clothes to the floor without a second thought, broad shoulders crowding you as he loomed over the bed. his eyes drank you in, heavy and half-lidded with something more than lust—something deep and possessive.
your handsome boyfriend was many things: meticulous, strong, patient... too patient. too gentle. you loved those things about him, but you wanted to take it to the next level... you figured he just needed a little motivation!
you'd been pissing him off all day and he couldn't figure out what he did wrong to deserve your bratty behavior. wearing all his favorite clothes but ignoring him, wearing his favorite scent but refusing to let him come near you, making plans but forgetting to include him—you knew exactly what you were doing. and now you were right where you wanted to be—under him, trembling, exposed.
"you’re so beautiful," he muttered, voice wrecked with want. "but you were so mean today."
his hands roamed possessively, spreading you open. his fingers dragged up your inner thigh, thumb teasing the slick mess leaking from your pussy. he groaned at the sight of it. "so wet already, love. all that attitude today just cuz you wanted me to fuck it outta you?" he chuckled lowly. "all you had to do was ask, sweet girl. you know i love to satisfy you."
you whimpered beneath him, fingers curling into his forearms. his cock pressed against your entrance, swollen head nudging just right to make your hips twitch.
"mark, baby, please," you whispered, glossy-eyed and desperate.
his gaze darkened, lips twitching into a smirk. "i don't know... i haven't forgotten how you misbehaved." he cooed, dragging the head of his cock through your folds—slow, teasing strokes that made you squirm. "even this feels like too much mercy for you..."
"i'm sorry!" you weren't. "i won't ignore you again!" you would, especially if it meant he’d take you like this.
he clicked his tongue, voice dipping lower. "mm."
you were close. so close. weeks of carefully planned sabotage; throwing out every last condom, doubling up on supplements behind his back, doing every last thing to rile him up. all you needed was for him to stop thinking and act.
"you mean it?"
you nodded vigorously, clawing at his arms. "mhm! i mean it, promise! pleeeease, mark—" your legs fastened around his waist, coaxing him forward.
he cursed as he leaned over to the side of the bed, practically yanking the side drawers open, rifling around for condoms. but you were pulling on his free hand and it was getting hard to think straight with your pretty whines.
"'m on the pill," you said hurriedly. you weren't. "just—just c'mere, please? i need you..."
"shh, i know." he smiled languidly over his shoulder, but his facade meant nothing to you; you could see the way his breathing grew uneven. "give me a second."
"no!" you cried, harshly tugging him back towards you, gripping his shoulders so tightly your nails left crescent-shaped dents in his skin, just the way he liked.
he stared down at you. if he didn't know the context, he'd confuse your urgency for something far more serious, like you were on the verge of dying or something.
"now, mark," you whispered. "i wanna feel you."
his cock throbbed hard against your entrance, already soaked with how ready you were. his sweet girl, soft and pliant and so fucking pretty when you begged. the way your eyes shimmered, your lips pouted just for him... he was gone a long time ago, but now he really couldn’t think straight.
but one thing was bugging him...
initially, mark was not worried about you catching on to his plans. you trusted him with all your heart! of course you wouldn't think twice if he bought the cheapest condoms that could possibly break... or if he took over meal prep, feeding you dishes and smoothies that were super healthy for you. he had to keep his future wife healthy, of course, for multiple reasons.
the viltrumite empire was coming for earth. he knew that well—it was his whole purpose. but you're soft, precious, and so annoyingly human in your fragility—you didn't deserve to be the enemy. he couldn't stand by and see you suffer by his people's hands, not when he loved you so.
so he decided knocking you up was for your benefit. to him, it was the obvious solution. both of you always talked about having a family anyway...
but your behavior lately was getting sloppy with desperation, and he was beginning to realize how cunning you truly were. you were insatiable, always conveniently forgetting to remind him of protection, and all those new wellness habits you adopted—what were they for, really? he was only turned on more by the thought of you sneaking around trying to get him to put a baby in you. you wanted him that bad? wanted him in the same way he wanted you?
strangely enough, the revelation didn't make him feel better. you wanted something more from him and instead of letting him do it right the first time, you tried to sneak and do it yourself? were you aware of how many times he wanted to throw you on the nearest surface and fuck his seed into you til it took? all the cum he wasted when it could've been spilling into you, properly, where it belonged?
he grunted with annoyance, life returning to his body when he slammed into you—one swift motion, burying himself to the hilt with a groan that ripped from his chest. your cunt stretched to take him, walls fluttering, gripping him so tight it made his eyes squeeze shut.
you gasped sharply, back arching off the warm mattress when you felt him prodding at your cervix. even in your ecstasy, you remembered to dig your heels into his back, pulling him close and deep and making sure he stayed there.
mark's eyes flitted down your body, restless with desire, and your gentle boyfriend vanished.
"you happy?" he muttered sharply, thrusting deep and fast. "you feeling me now?"
you couldn’t speak. couldn’t think. you were gone already, your nails clawing down his back, tears leaking from your lashes as he ruined you. every inch of him hit just right, every thrust punching a moan from your chest.
"mark—"
"shut up," he snapped, gripping your hips for better leverage to piston into you, completely lost with the blazing heat of your cunt swallowing his cock with every thrust of his hips. "you wanted this," he panted, thumb pressing to your clit hard enough to make you jolt. "wanted me to lose it, huh? wanted me to fuck you full and give you a baby?"
wait. "huh?" your eyes fluttered open.
he laughed, "don't act dumb, now. m'not mad. proud of you, actually—" he cut himself off, biting his tongue as his thoughts were consumed by his lower half.
your brain barely processed the words spilling from his mouth—all you could do was nod and preen under the fact that your plan worked. you were so far gone, so cockdrunk.
"my perfect girl," he hummed hoarsely, hips stuttering as your gummy heat tightened around him. "should've done this sooner. no one'll touch you, ever."
"i—"
"shh," he leaned back on his legs, scooping handfuls of your ass and fucked down into your fluttering walls like you were his personal fleshlight. "i’ll give you what we’ve both been wanting—" a pitiful whine tumbled off his lips as he continued to rant whatever filth came to his mind. "over 'nd over 'nd over again ‘til there’s no way you won’t get knocked up…"
mark’s palm spread across your lower stomach, pinning you down while his cock dragged deep, like he was memorizing every inch of you from the inside out.
you whined, warmth blooming in your core and gushing around him. he leaned closer, breath ghosting the shell of your ear as his hips rolled forward again, so deep you could hardly breathe.
"i'll make all of them strong," he gritted out. "but they’ll be soft and beautiful like you."
you could barely process what he was saying with the way his cock squished that spongy spot deep inside consistently, only picking up bits and pieces. "all of them?"
"oh, yeah. we're not stopping at one. they'll have to protect you,” he continued, a laugh on his lips. “every single one of them."
you clenched down on him involuntarily, biting your lip as your body trembled beneath the weight of his promise.
"does that please you, love?" he asked, almost amused, gaze flickering down to watch the way your body took him. "knowing you’ll never be alone again?"
he pulled back, just the tip inside, before slamming back in with a sharp grunt. your breath hitched, hands fisting in the sheets. "mm. you’ll be revered," he muttered, eyes burning. he wanted to make you wait for it, but even he was itching to abandon his gloating. "you're doing great work for the empire. they will honor you; i’ll honor you."
mark kissed your temple with chilling tenderness. "what a privilege it is to make you mine like this. you were made for me.” he shifted, grabbing your hips with both hands now, fucking you a little harder—still slow, still controlled, but sharper, like his restraint was slipping with every second.
"you’ll be so beautiful," he murmured drunkenly, almost to himself, "round and tired and soft… and i’ll take care of everything, love. you’ll stay in bed, right here, where i can keep you safe and full." his thumb circled your clit lazily, coaxing your pleasure from you.
you cried out, pleasure coiling tight in your stomach, and mark swallowed your moan with a lazy kiss. your legs tightened around his waist. your orgasm crept in slowly, curling from the base of your spine and tightening in your belly. your walls fluttered around him, hips trembling without control as he stayed buried deep.
"mark—" you whispered, your grip tight.
"i know." he hissed, every bone in his body focused on seeing you through. "come on, we got a few more rounds to go after this one, love."
your release cracked through you like lightning, pulsing waves of pleasure rippling through your body as your vision blanked. heavily breathing, you slumped against the mattress, gushing around his cock and soaking the sheets below.
feeling you milk him was it for mark—he groaned as he came hard, spilling buckets deep inside you, twitching with each thick rope of seed painting your walls. mark collapsed on top of you, nudging himself deeper despite the sensitivity to make sure you milk every drop, adamant on avoiding waste.
while he's focused on making the plan work, you’re busy being dizzy with ecstasy at the thought of succeeding in the first place. through the fog of his mind, mark watches your chest rise and fall, a ghost of a smile on your face, and he's wants to go again—he needs to go again, keep you stuffed and satiated. and how could he not feel that way when you wrap your arms around him, pulling him close to your clammy skin? he snuck an arm under your lower back and met you halfway, pulling you flush against him, still buried deep.
he'd let you catch your breath, bring you some water, and massage your tender limbs... because you weren't leaving the bed any time soon. now that you were on the same page, you both had some work to do 𖹭
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