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swift-writes · 9 months

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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.

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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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Thanks for reading! This is my first fic so feel free to give me criticisms.

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umber-cinders · 1 month

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Title: 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 - [Secret Invasion]

Pairing: Gravik x Reader

Summary: You didn't plan to be in Moscow. Once your little business trip is over, you fully intend to go back home to the States. But when the Unity Day bombings happen, you're trapped in Russia without a plan to get out. You have no one to turn to until someone familiar appears to help you out.

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Warnings: 🔞Mature Content ‼🚨READ THESE TAGS🚨‼ Filthy Explicit Sexual Content, I like aliens and monsters so there be Skrull anatomy, Mentions of War and Violence. Gravik is a villain and he is unhinged. He leaves morality at the door when it comes to humans. But you're his favorite human ;) Writing this gave me so many ideas of what it could turn into as a mini series 😭

Moscow is a beautiful city in an even more beautiful country. Or at least it was during the summer. It wasn’t as if beauty left the land during the winter, it was just that the cold bit through your skin and into your bones like the teeth of a starving wolf. You really shouldn't be here. You were convinced it was a mishap on behalf of management that you were delegated as a candidate for the task.

You never felt comfortable doing international work; it always made you feel out of place—like you didn’t belong.

Even now, people were suspicious of you. You look like the foreigner that you are; dark skin, with even darker hair and eyes—obviously textured hair. They were all features that made you stand out in a country this far north. You’d been here for three weeks, attending multiple back-and-forth meetings, trying to help as much as possible. Even pharmaceutical companies as small as the one you worked for weren't always known for being scrupulous, so whatever went on in them was beyond you. Your job was to search up and provide information as needed for the active liaison between your company and the Russians.

If it wasn’t for Anna, the woman who acted as the go-between for the other side, you’d be completely at a loss of what to do. She’d been helpful and friendly from the start, and you’d become accustomed to the sight of her smiling grey eyes and the eye-catching gleam of her sandy hair as she walked you to and from places in the building. With her help, you’d assimilated smoothly.

You’re hesitant to call her a friend, but she is the closest thing you had to one in this place. None of your usual co-workers had been asked to attend this trip.

When the Unity Day bombings happened, you were still in a hotel room. The scenes playing out on the TV were horrifying, even without English captions to translate. The attack was said to have been carried out by some sort of radical American terrorist group. However, the fact that Nicholas Fury’s face kept flashing across the screen as a person of interest was all it took to make your mind race with unanswered questions. It had been a long time since you’d seen Nick Fury; nearly a decade.

Why was he here?

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