#conquest smut

[inkivaari]

𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐜𝐨𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲/𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐦 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 (𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐲), 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞™

conquest who scoops you up from the rubble of your home, flies miles above earth, and licks his thumb to wipe the blood and soot from your soft little face. a pretty little thing, with wide terrified eyes like little moons, and lips that, though bleeding and chapped now, would be pink and pretty like the flesh of a cherry.

conquest who is charmed at how you wiggle and curse in his iron grip. one flex of his finger, and your bones would crumble to dust. but you were so soft... your tender skin still carried a hint of that sweet feminine scent, creamy and light.

conquest who gives you an ultimatum. become his, or he'll drop you back to earth and let you die with the rest of your people. it wouldn't phase him in the slightest, he's crushed flowers like you before without hesitation. still, he can't help but smile tenderly when your little mouth mewls and begs for his mercy.

and this is his mercy.

a quaint home on Viltrum, isolated from the rest of the community of Viltrumites, not that you could complain. not like they'd save you.

conquest who lays out his expectations for you: do not leave the house unless accompanied by him, look after yourself and make yourself pretty for when he comes back from 'work', cook for him, clean for him, mate with him each and every night. and never, EVER refer to him by his given name.

you start out with 'sir'.

conquest who rewards your good behaviour with gruff praises and rough touches, his big hands kneading at your breasts from behind as he towers over you, watching you keenly as you chop veggies without complaint.

'would you look at that... good woman,' he purrs, his big warm body up against your back, chuckling deeply when the thick, meaty press of his hardened cock against your back makes you squeak and nearly slice the top of your finger. 'it's okay, little one... you're doing so well. i can be patient for good little kittens like you.'

conquest who eats with relish and abandon, his big cruel heart swelling for his sweet little wife, who eats so slowly across from him. you know what's coming, you're trying to delay the inevitable. it's the funniest thing in the world to him.

'come on, kitten. it's time.'

conquest who surprises you when he takes your clothes off so gently, as if he were undressing a glass doll, his grunts becoming purrs as he explores your tender body with his giant, calloused hands. chuckles when your little nipples stiffen when he runs a thumb over them just right, hums contemplatively as the scent of your little cunt reaches his sensitive nose. slick, warm, and ready to accept his seed. but he wants to try something first.

conquest whose unshakable war drum of a pulse quickens when he bullies his head between your thighs and probes past your folds with his thick, slobbery tongue, the delectable taste of your juices like the finest victory banquet, the gorgeous whimpers and babbles from your lips rousing his heart and body better than any cries of war.

conquest who doesn't stop nosing and licking and slobbering over that pretty cunt until your thighs are shaking and you yowl weakly for mercy, your release saturating his wiry moustache several times over. he kneels on the bed, towering above you, chuckling fondly as you mewl for him, your expression soft, that awful frown and furrowed brow nowhere to be seen. you're in bliss, and he gave that to you. something inside him melts, while something else clicks into place.

conquest who takes his time when mating. he knows your species is delicate, but he's learning how to push its limits. he knows how to fit his big, meaty cock inside your little hole, listens to what angles make you cry with pain and whine with pleasure. he shushes you like a fussy kitten, presses his palm gently down on your lower tummy to feel the swell of his manhood moulding your precious gummy walls into his shape, croons softly, 'look, little one... look at how well you take me. like you were made to hold my cock inside you.'

conquest who quickly becomes devoted to his beautiful girl. this little thing, who was supposed to be a trophy, a decoration, a pet for his amusement, and who had instead smoothed over centuries of loneliness and despair with a smile. soon enough, he spent more and more time at home. when he did leave, which he was reluctant to do more and more nowadays, he would bring back offerings to his wife, presenting them for her appraisal with a grunt. a slightly crushed wildflower, a sparkling meteorite shard, pastries from several planets away that he'd kept warm by holding them close to his body. it was enough to excuse the amount of blood that covered him, that you'd wash off him reverently in the large bath, sitting in his lap as you lathered up his burly, hairy torso, not hiding your soft smile at his pleased purrs that made your body vibrate.

conquest who is pleasantly surprised when 'sir' becomes 'darling', and 'sweetheart', and 'honey', and 'love'. such gentle words... they make this heartless destroyer melt. he who has never known love has come to love, deeply. he would slaughter nations, turn planets into barren wastelands, kill his own people, all for you. you and only you. his little queen, his spoiled little kitten.

conquest who really does begin to spoil you, so grateful for you just being here with him. eating out your yummy pussy happily when you praise his strength, playing with your precious clit absentmindedly when you sit with him and tell him about your favourite things, making love to you for hours after you make him the meals he likes (coincidentally his favourite foods are everything you make for him), showering you with physical affection, attention, praise and gifts from far and wide.

'my little woman... my beautiful woman... how i love you.'

conquest who knows when he holds you tight to his body each and every night, cradling your naked form and pressing his cum back inside you with a thick lazy finger as you whine sleepily and doze into dreamland, that you no longer dream of escape. of your home planet, of your friends and family. no, you only dream of him. you are his greatest conquest. well... apart from one.

conquest who lets out a possessive, primal growl as he splays his rough hand over your abdomen, covering it entirely, feeling that bump that's just beginning to protrude beneath your soft tummy. his son is inside your womb. you have been conquered forever by his seed: your body will be glorious, your breasts will fill with sweet nourishing milk that both he and his young will sup from, your beautiful curves shall multiply, and you'll pad about the house with his babies on your hip for the rest of your life. his kitten. his little woman. forever. and he can finally sleep with a smile.

eeeeeeeee i'm so normal i'm so normal i'm so normal....................pls conquest nation i know you're out there, come to me and request more gross old alien man waaaaaaaah :33

[asparagus-antics]

There is like NOTHING for conquest 😭 nsfw alphabet for my favorite old man? Or just any crumbs in general I'll take it

NSFW Alphabet - Conquest

Here are the headcannons for my old man! I love him so much. Sorry if these are choppy or seem rushed, I really need to get back into my groove, man😭 I had a hard time writing these. I tried to keep this as gender neutral as possible, since I wasn't sure if you wanted a specific gender! Also, to give myself a little more of a direction to go in, this is Conquest x human reader. Enjoy!

Not proofread, sorry for any grammatical errors and or spelling mistakes!

18+, minors do not interact, please! - you are responsible for your own content consumption, the media below the cut will contain nsfw themes and explicit description of sex.

Aftercare - what they're like after

Conquest might not be too adapted to how soft humans are in comparison to viltrumites, so he might need some time adjusting—a gentle nudge in the right direction from time to time. Overall, he's generally like a huge cat. If this man could purr, he would; in fact, he can manage a hum so low it actually does really sound like one! He's a cuddler. Big, rough hands grab you as soon as he's down on the bed next to you, pulling you close and inhaling your scent like like the faint smell of your sweat is the most heavenly thing to him. He's scared he might hurt your body, so little compared to him even if you are tall for the average human, but the urge to pull you close and smother you in his big arms is something akin to cuteness agression. If you ask, he'll fetch you water or a snack, maybe a heating pad or an exrta blanket. Over time, though, he'll get used to what you usually desire after a few rounds, and after cleaning you up, he'll get them without a specific request needed.

Body part - whats their favourite body part? Theirs and yours

It might sound cliche, but if you were to ask him what his favourite part of you was, he would jump at the opportunity to say everything. The soft skin he can nuzzle his face into, the limbs that try to tangle themselves around him in a hug or the hands that scratch at his skin when he's so focused on your pleasure that he gets lost in it all. Your favourite part of him would probably be your hands, though. How gently they can handle him even when there really is no need. How soft they feel all over him and how you love to hold his big, calloused palm in yours. It grounds him, calms him down when needed, and he'd die a happy man if your hands were on him while he went. His favourite part of his body? His arms. How such muscular, big sources of power that have blown through civilisations could now cradle you so gently. How easily he could pick you up and carry you where you needed to go or throwing you up into the air like a little child to hear you laugh.

Cum - anything to so with cum, really

His loads? Huge. Downright terrifying because where has this poor man been storing all of this? He prefers to come inside, liking the sense of intimacy it brings him, the idea that some piece of him will be with you at all times for a few days at least. He definitely had a breeding kink that just goes wild at the sight of you on his dick. If it's not inside you, he'll cum all over your stomach, your face if you let him. He loves seeing you streaked in something so innately his, marked by the evidence of what you do to him. If it comes time to clean up the mess, he'll lick it all up himself without a single complaint to be heard. You don't prompt him to, you're just laying there, still coming down and catching your breath when you feel that hot tongue strace over the lines painted on your stomach, up to your chest and neck.

Dirty secret - whats a dirty secret of theirs?

Secrets? Not this mans thing. He'll blurt out anything that comes to mind no matter how vulgar it is. Honestly, it gets you blushing and embarrassed most of the time because it just comes out of nowhere! He doesn't even try to make it sensual. It's just him still getting used to the fact that humans aren't as direct. It's just a remark here and there, in the middle of you and him minding your own business, cuddling, or anything that might be happening.

Experience - how experienced are they? Do they know what their doing?

Conquest has gathered lots of experience over his.. what? Five thousand years of life? He's not ever really had a partner, or maybe has, but had never really been in love—hence his lonliness. Despite that, his experiences are plenty. Tons of hookups over the years from planets he's conquered (I mean, who could resist him? Even if he's murdering their people with a smile on his face? I couldn't.). Maybe one or two other viltrumites in his earlier years, but none in the later ones, since not many are even willing or daring to get close. He knows exactly what you need, even if he unintentionally handles you a bit rougher sometimes. He's attentive and more than eager to please you. There's never a one to one ratio on orgasms, which 100% of the time works out in your favour, even if unintentional. He just loves to have his hands on you, and he gets plenty carried away sometimes.

Favourite position - self explanitory

It depends on the sex. In his desperate, rough days, he enjoys doggy a lot. It gives him plenty of curves to grab, limbs to restrain and skin to lick and bite. It allows him to reach deep, to be able to push and pull you away, and to him, it lets him move your body to a way that feels good for the both of you. On his gentle days, when he really wants to savour the moment, he prefers missionary, maybe something with you on top. In these positions, he can really admire you, watch you move and react to all the sensations he's making you feel, and be able to press his skin to yours. He enjoys the contact and intimacy of it, revels in the way you cling to him, and move against him. Your pleasure is his, and it only heightens his excitement to know and feel that you're having a great time. He lives for it. If he could see it all day every day for the rest of his life, he would.

Goofy - are they more goofy or serious in the moment? Do they make jokes?

Jokes, maybe, but he's mostly more serious during. He wants to be focused on you and your pleasure, as well as his. His intensity usually doesn't leave a lot of room for cracking jokes. On the other hand, he is a huge tease. Some days (the rougher ones), he's relentless, taunting and teasing non-stop, driving you mad with touches without getting you anywhere. He'll sneer when you whine and beg, making remarks about the fact that you have to be patient for him, taunting you for being so desperate, all the while not letting up on any of the shit he's pulling.

Hair - how are they groomed? Do the carpets match the drapes?

It's all grey. Everywhere. Obviously. He's got a nice amount of chest hair that matches the remaining ones on his head and his moustache. His forearms have a nice coating, too, that looks absolutely amazing when he rolls his sleeves up. The muscles with a dusting of grey body hair absolutely gives him some sort of greek god look that he really pulls off. The hair on his chest conects a trail down his softer stomach to his pubes, which are very much there, but he keeps them trimmed nicely. He's definitely not shaven, but he's neat and tidy. It honestly looks nice, framing him just right.

Intimacy - how intimate are they in the moment?

There's always a sense of intimacy with him, rough or gentle. Either in way he looks at you, caressing over the planes of your skin softly or the ragged breaths in your ear as he lays himself over your back, his face over your shoulder as he grunts out praises to your fucked out body, his firm hands keeping you in place and his pace showing absolutely zero signs of faltering or stopping any time soon, no matter the rounds you've already gone. His hands are so big, either very capable of grabbing at each and every part of your flesh, groaning about how good you're doing and how nice you feel around him, or how they cradle your body as he moves so slowly, cherishing you like his most prised posession, looking you deep in the eye as he commits the sight of you right to his memories, to keep this piece of you with him always.

Jack off - anything to do with masturbation

That piece of you leads him right to here, preserved for when needed, for the occasions where one of you is away. He doesn't really enjoy masturbation as much, since he rarely sees need to if he can't spill anything into you or feel your warm, soft touch or the scratches along his arms, sides and back whike he's so engrossed in the pleasure of it all. It just doesn't feel as good; his hands could never recreate the feeling of yiu around him or your hands caressing him, your mouth moving over and around him till he's all happy and sated. If he really is that messed up over the fact he can't have you, and he really can't stop thinking about it, he'll frustratedly take himself in hand and just force everything out of him over the span of fifteen minutes to an hour, depending on how desprate he is.

Kink - a kink of theirs. What are they into?

He has a huge breeding kink. Huge. Most viltrumites don't need or desire sex outside of breeding urges. They don't see the need to look for a partner who will only slow them down or make them soft outside of missions. If they do have one, though, it's on. Conwuest would do anything to keep you stuffed full of him all the time. Whether it is indeed for breeding perpouses or judt the thought of you being so full of him, he wants you to drip it when he's done with you, so to speak. Because he will indeed not let you drip it. If it's not quicky, he loves to stay buried inside you even after he's softened, letting you rest in a position that will allow it, keeping everything he's poured into you firmly there with no escape. It fills him with a sense of pride and duty, even if it is just for himself.

Location - what's their favourite place to get into it?

He mostly just prefers a bed, where he can take his sweet, sweet time with you and enjoy you thoroughly. Though, if we're being real, he would take you anywhere. In the kitchen, outside, on the floor, in the air.. the list goes way on. If it is indeed in a bed, he loves it because he can pound you silly into the soft surface, watching you bounce with the movements his heavy build is forcing on the mattress.

Motivation - what turns them on? Gets them going?

Everything. The way you walk? His dick is hard. Give him one wrong look? He'll absolutely pound the thoughts out of you. Caress his face just right? He wants to take care of you and make you cum till you go deaf and blind. He's just an absolute sucker for you, as serious about you as he ever has been and ever will be about another being. He wants you always, all the time, everywhere at once. He knows how to reign himself in of course, but when it comes time for that sweet release, he will ravenge you for just about anything that you do.

No - something they won't do / turn off.

Outside of the morally messed up shit, even if his morals are kind of messed up, absolutely nothing. Your wish is his command; this man is a freak and is proud to let you know it. You want to try something new? On it, boss. He's ready. From vanilla things to stuff that would make the devil break out a sweat, perhaps a little blush. He's all yours, opwn to experimenting snd switching things up. Positions? This man can bend you into whatever shape you want. You taking charge? Go right ahead. Even if proportions are off or you are nervous about things, he'll do his absolute best and try his hardest to make everything judt as enjoyable for you as he can. I mean, he'll enjoy it regardless.

Oral - preference in giving / receiving, skill, etc.

He doesn't mind receiving head, though with his size, it's hard for anyone to fully take him. Even half would be more than enough for the average person, so he doesn't really expect it or request it a lot. Giving, on the other hand? This man will slobber over you aaaalll day. Sucking, licking. Just nuzzling into you and nudging with his nose, he's got it. He's messy with it, but it's intense and pleasureful. He'll have you coming with his mouth plenty of times before you even get to the big event if you let him. He'll keep going till you try to tug him up or whine for him that it's too much. He loves overstimulating all your nerves till you beg him to go easier, to at least let you catch your breath. Sometimes, though, as much as he loves hearing you beg, it falls on deaf ears anyway. He blames it on his age. Yeah, right.

Pace - are they fast, slow, stamina, etc.

He varies, but boy when he switches it up from one to the other? Slow, deep, more grinding than anything turns to your hips being lifted off of whatever surface you were on an held up by him as he plummets your depths like a man on a mission. He can be relentless, so quick and hard you'll definitely not be walking straight if at all tomorrow, but at the same time, he can be so slow, sometimes barely moving yet still so intense it gets you where you want to go, less intense than usual, it's a slow and rolling sensation that lasts a while, something that you feel you'll never come down from, so opposite from the harsh, quick snap and bursts that usually take place, though even that varied in it's levels of intensity.

Quickie - their opinion on them, how often, etc

He definitely prefers to be able to take his time over anything else, so quickies aren't really his deal. When you do have them, though, they're usually in a fit of desperation. Maybe squeeze one in one last time before saying goodbye for something like a mission or trip that the other can't join on, maybe after an argument of any kind.

Risk - are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?

Conquest gives absolutely no fucks when it comes to risking a lot of things, even his life, as we've seen. It exitedls him, gives him a rush. Getting beat up with thr risk of very bad bodily injury? Bring it on. Toying with people to bring out the absolute worst in them and taunt them till they snap? Definitely his dead. Something he doesn't like to risk, though? Is you. Seeing you in any type of trouble or danger would send him mad, so he doesn't like to risk anything dangerous, even if you are the type of person who gets a thrill from it just like him. A place where you risk being seen is okay with him, of course, since there is something so exiting about that, but anything that crosses his line of danger is off limits. Somewhere public, like a bathroom stall of storage closet? Have at it! He's more than happy to oblige you if that is something you're into or would be willing to try. Despite that, he couldn't bare seeing anything bad happen to you, especially if it could be partially caused by him. So, he'll play it safe with you, make sure everything you do together is something that could easily be fixed by him if something were to happen.

Stamina - how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?

All viltrumites have great stamina, since that was insured when only the most virile of the species were allowed to reproduce. Conquests stamina is something that never seems to run out, bred and trained for long and hard battle, sex is at the least of his worries when it comes to a workout. He can take you round after round after round until you're so spent you're barely awake, and he'll barely have broken a sweat, if at all. He'll let you rest when you're clearly too tired or you ask, of course, but trust me when I say that when you wake up, he's ready to go right back at it again.

Toys - Do they own toys? Do they use them?

I don't think he'd really have any at home, but if you suggest it, maybe give him some, he's eager to try it out. On you, on himself, whatevers possible. He wants to appreciate your gift to the fullest and is more than happy to do so. Things like vibes, he'll tease you for hours on end and try and figure out every single way to make you come using them. He enjoys seeing them used on you more, but if you want to he'll let you try whatever you want on him, just content to have you paying him such close attention, to have your hands on him making him feel so good in that way just you do.

Unfair - how much do they like to tease?

As mentioned before, Conquest will tease and edge you till you're begging and in tears if you let him. He loves seeing you desperate, hearing all the noises you make for him. The way you squirm and whine for him to just let you come already is just music to his ears and plenty of strokes to his ego. Knowing that this is the way he can make you feel, no one else, just exites him more than anything. He's infuriating. The endless taunting is so frustrating, yet somehow it still manages to brighten that fire inside of you. You desire it, his hands endlessly roaming with no intention of taking you any further for a good while.

Volume - how loud are they? What sounds do they make?

He's fairly quiet in terms of noise, but he loves to talk. Taunting, teasing, praising, remarking about how good you feel, hell, he'll tell a story or to to your absolutely fucked out body after multiple rounds, all while he's still moving into you relentlessly. He does make the occasional noises, rough and fairly hushed; hell groan out his words or give a grunt here and there. He just can't possibly keep completely muted with the way you feel around him, like he's wrapped up in heaven itself. Sometimes, he muffles the noise by shoving his face to whatever skin he can reach from that angle or kissing you till you're even more out of breath, if that was possible.

Wild card - a random headcannon

He has a thing for his size. Naturally, most(all) of his partners are smaller than him, even if they're tall for whatever species they are from. If he's relieving oral from you, he likes to just see the size of him against your face. The difference gets him going, how easily he can manhandle you even if you're strong. It makes him feel strong, powerful—which he loves. It's never at the expense of you feeling useless, but the way you're so small next to him is just a huge turn-on.

X-ray - whats going on underneath them clothes?

He's big for his size, and as a man of around 7 feet or taller, that's absolutely huge. He's around the girth of an average human fist, just a bit skinnier when flacid. The length of it is definitely enough to struggle with, but you make it work together. It's got a couple of veins along the side and underside, a colour just a bit darker than his usual skintone, and it turns a more reddish colour when hard, the more desprate, the more colour. It's pretty, which is weird to say of an old, weathered conqourers uncut dick, but it's true. The dusting of nest grey hair compliments him well—he's definitely an eyeful, and his naked body in all its glory is something to blink at. The source of attraction, though? It's definitely the junk he's packing. You just physically cannot stop yourself from sneaking a peek whenever you can.

Yearning - how high is their sex drive?

All day, every day. If he has the chance, he'll keep you to himself multiple hours a day, if not the whole day. For him, of course, it's the blink of an eye. In his 5000 years, you are the brightest thing that's happened, and he just wants to keep quaking those memories and moments with you like there's no tomorrow—including plenty of orgasms and then some.

Zzz - how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?

He doesn't sleep that quickly afterwards. Sex just seems to wake him up more. Eventually, when you're asleep, he'll likely end up just watching you, so peaceful in his bed after the romp you've had. He's smitten, and he'll just sit or lay there for hours, watching. He'll never get tired of it, but it does help him calm back down, have him settle in with you, and scoot your body to his so he can tangle you up in his strong arms. He listens to the sound of your breathing until, inevitably, he too falls asleep.

Thank you for the request, anon!! It took me a while to get to it, sorry for that. I'm still getting back into writing but if anyone has more requests, please let me know! See my pinned post for the guidelines to my writing.

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APOLLO, GOD OF MUSIC ... — conquest x medic!superhero!m!reader prt.1

you were retired, for gods sake. why in the hell would everything go to shit exactly when you were on vacation? you struggled to even comprehend the fact that there were more than one invincibles flying around, and now the city was falling apart all around you? retired or not, there were people who needed help and that's what you planned to do, no matter how reluctant you were about it. ... so how the hell did you manage to get yourself wrapped up with the very alien who was turning this city into a fine dust?

> author's note — this is incredibly self-indulgent and the first time i've written in literal months LOL so sorry for being inactive for so long !! this was inspired by dj subatomic supernova from NSR, lucio from overwatch and luna snow from marvel rivals ... i love me a silly guy who makes music and heals people via that music :-) not that subatomic heals people ... more like ........ he tries to kill them via music and his planets ........ but whatever !!! this is irrelevant !!!!!! ( i was gonna have this be smut originally but i like where i ended off to continue into a part two soon ^_^ so sorry if anything is bad i am very rusty ... feel free to send me some thirsts in my inbox if you'd like! ) > word count — 1.6k > featuring — our fave viltrumite, conquest <3 > cw — intentional lower case, canon typical violence, unspoken death threats? nothing much really its mostly establishing how your relationship came to be before things get steamy LOL so sorry for the bait

MDNI. 18+ ACCOUNT, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

you had parted ways with the GDA some time ago, marking it off as a need for something new. you could only fight so long, for so much. you had been in the spotlight ever since your powers had finally developed, being someone who could virtually heal anything with the power of music. it was rather silly in your eyes but it made you and anyone you wanted to protect virtually invincible. any wounds or injuries would mend in seconds in your presence, people feeling safe around you, other heroes feeling energised to keep on fighting. at some point, you felt the same way until… you didn't. it had only been a matter of time, after all.

the GDA was desperate to keep you so you kept their number just in case things were to happen. that is, until something finally did happen. it was a random tuesday, you think. you had been on the way to your hotel in the city for your little vacation, you had been waiting for so long for it. tapping into your savings from working with the guardians to afford it. you were happy, life was good. you had a nice car, a nice place far from the city, a couple dogs, cats, and one snake that you loved dearly. you were single, not that you minded much actually.

so what exactly happened? how the hell did your car end up split in half by falling debris and cradling the lifeless body of some innocent civilian that got extremely unlucky? you could barely wrap your mind around it.

it was hard to try and keep your music up enough to keep yourself safe, but to try and sweep in and aid those who were helpless was something else entirely. you let out a loud groan of frustration as you carefully set the body down somewhere undisturbed, making a mental note to come back for it later. you had to keep up, getting as many people out of there as you could, but there was always the few that escaped your grasp, all falling victim to some horrible fate that no amount of healing nor music could help. you couldn't get distracted.

you were glad you had kept the equipment the GDA had made for you, even gladder to have kept it close. the music coming off of the holographic speakers around you was loud, a beacon of hope in the midst of the destruction around you, but it kept people safe and you kept playing. you kept far away from the fighting as much as you could, ushering innocents away from their very close deaths. of course, you were putting a big ole target on your head with how loud it all was, but you couldn't care less. sounds waves were blasting anything that came your way, cracking open asphalt that trapped some poor kid underneath it all. you could spot the blood pooling next to him, his mother probably. you grimaced and carried him away, making sure to heal whatever cuts and bruises he had. thankfully, unharmed physically. mentally… you wouldn't wish that on your worst enemy.

you were doing your job well, keeping things somewhat peaceful until you spotted a stray arm sticking out of some debris. you quickly flew over, pushing off any concrete that held this person down. your heart beating frantically in your chest, you dug as much as you could, hoping that they didn't die before you got there. you grabbed at their hand and pulled as much as you could, using your sound waves to blast at the concrete as you did so. you let out a sigh of relief as you felt the warm from their palm, squeezing it in reassurance. you passed your fingers over their wrist, trying to find their pulse but no dice. so you used your powers to heal whatever injuries they might've sustained, a soothing melody that has the person feeling mushy.

"hey, are you okay?!" you shouted over the chaos around you, hand reaching out to grip at their shoulder. you pulled as hard as you can, thinking to yourself, holy fuck this guy is heavy as hell. you were about to yell again until the hand grabbed at your own roughly, your joints creaking in protest as it did so.

"woah--" you couldn't even finish your sentence before a giant man emerged from the rubble in front of you. he was much, much taller than you, and built like a fucking tank. if you weren't scared shitless, you would have asked him where he worked out. your jaw dropped, staring at the stranger before you.

conquest was having fun with this. he was having fun with all of this! this planet's defences were as measly as he had imagined, so it wasn't a surprise when the creatures that inhabited it were squished by a simple rock to their soft spots. but he was pleasantly surprised by its defender. a halfbreed viltrumite, weak like all those other flesh bags, but much more resilient. the worm even got him to bleed, which was a surprise in itself.

so who was this, mending the little scrapes and bruises that his body has yet to heal? why did it feel… good? like a warm feeling throughout his body, a hum of a familiar tune that made him want to… sleep? what the hell was this? it feels odd, he feels light. lighter than he would when he's flying, it was something else entirely. the touch was soft, much unlike he's ever felt before. a gentle squeeze, a faint hold. it was a strange combination, nothing like he's felt before. he let out a rough grunt, grabbing at the hand that was given to him, rising from the rubble he was buried underneath.

conquest brought up the creature that had healed him by the arm, thick brows furrowed as he stared down at it. it was fearful, trying to wrestle out of his iron grip and escape. but the viltrumite was curious about it now, who exactly was this worm? and was it so stupid to not know its own enemy?

you were gonna throw up. of course, of course you healed the wrong person. just your luck that you had healed THE VERY FUCKING THING THAT WAS CAUSING ALL THIS DEATH AND DESTRUCTION IN THE FIRST PLACE. you let out a pained noise as his grip around your wrist tightened, trying to just get away. you could keep yourself safe when fighting anything but a viltrumite? this was something else entirely.

you were smarter than to try and use your offensive powers against him, so instead, you allowed yourself to play a somewhat scattered melody to heal the broken bones within your hand and wrist. he tilted his head to the side, examining you like a piece of meat. i suppose that was what you were now. a stupid, musical adept piece of meat for him to tear into.

closing your eyes, you couldn't believe this was the day you would die. you didn't even get to take your vacation.

… but nothing happens? it's been a couple minutes, he should've killed you by now. you crack your eye open and take a look at him, startled by his one eyed gaze. his pupils are slits, examining you like you were some foreign… thing. and then he smiles. it's an unsettling one, but he grabs you by the waist, a much gentler hold than what he had on your wrist.

"you're the foolish one who helped me, aren't you?" his deep voice rings out over your healing melody and the rumbling chaos around you both.

you're speechless for a moment before nodding frantically, looking around for anything, anyone. unfortunately, no dice. it was just you, him and the fuck metric ton of dead bodies that he caused around you.

"hmm…" conquest mutters to himself. it was a strange feeling, the closer you were to him, the more that strange warm feeling seeped deep into his bones. he couldn't help but let out a deep purr that rattled you silly. he was like a big cat to you, a big, murderous psychotic cat. with his arms around you, it was… comforting? in a really, really fucked up way. you swallowed thickly as you stared up at him as he smiled down at you, what the fuck is going on?

"what is your name, worm?" the stranger asked, examining your face closely as he spoke. your mouth was dry, gaping like a fish out of water. his arms was tightening around you the longer you took to answer him and you stammered out your full legal out of sheer nervousness. he didn't seem like a patient man at all.

he repeats it under his breath, it rolls off nicely on his tongue. his arms lighten around your waist, your ribs definitely bruised after all this. you let out a groan, brain too scattered to make a coherent melody to heal yourself. instead, you looked back to him as his grin widened. crooked teeth and a prominent scar, you would have called him handsome if you weren't actively in danger of being ripped apart by this alien.

"… perhaps lord thragg wouldn't mind if i kept a pet, hm?" conquest purrs, that metallic hand reaching up and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "a healing songbird, doesn't that sound nice? my little songbird." you barely have enough time to speak before he takes off with you in his arms, away from the destruction and chaos that he caused.

mark was clueless as to why conquest had disappeared all of the sudden. in a blink of an eye, he was alone, beaten and bruised on the ground. it gave him time to breathe but it was nerve wracking to think about.

What the fuck just happened?

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[spicyspiders]

going haywire

Conquest x male reader smut

713 words

You were never going to spar with Conquest again.

Warning for smut, bottom male reader, Conquest, and watersports (it was only a matter of time).

By your second orgasm, the need of your bladder gets to the point you aren’t able to ignore it. Conquest, the fucker, hasn’t even had one of his own, but you were used to that, and it seemed as if he preferred it that way. You wouldn’t exactly call him a considerate lover, it was more so that he liked to use sex as a game to measure how long he could go each time. 

Stupidly, you think that he’s about to stop and give you a break when he pulls out, but the concern you feel still grows bigger and heavier. At the feel of his hard cock pressed to your entrance, you open your mouth, ready to voice that concern, “I don’t think I can.”

“Nonsense!” Conquest responds, pulling your body back onto his chest. You rest all of your weight against him, even as he brings you both up onto your knees. His thick, muscular thighs rest in the space of your spread legs, giving you no choice but to keep your legs open wide. 

“Please,” you gasp as his cock stretches you open once more, “I can’t,” you groan, trying to twist out of his hold. 

Your struggle only seems to turn on the man even more as he wraps his left arm around your body to keep you close, the metal cold and unforgiving. “You can,” Conquest says into your ear, mustache grazing your earlobe. 

Conquest’s right hand goes to your chin to turn your head and pull you into a rough kiss, one that reopens the cut on your lip he made earlier. He groans at the taste of your blood on his tongue, only pulling away from the kiss when his cock is buried within you. 

Once the kiss is broken, Conquest’s hand moves down your neck and then your chest. When it reaches the arm wrapped around your stomach, you wait with bated breath, looking down to watch as the metal arm is pulled away. 

You thought his hand was going to go around your cock and to try and coax another orgasm out of you, instead, it went to press against your lower stomach. You thrash against his hold, but Conquest is quick to stop the movement, this time with his metal hand wrapped around your neck. 

Unlike him, which makes you even more nervous, he coos softly into your ear, “shh,” he hushes. The hand around your neck doesn’t match the softness of the sound, instead, it locks you in place as he presses his hand in harder. 

The build of it feels oddly similar to an orgasm, but the shame of it is the complete opposite of the rush of euphoria from earlier. You bite your lip to try and stifle the mix of a groan and sob, but it still manages to make its way out as you stain the ground below with your piss. 

“That’s it,” Conquest purrs, his hand around your neck loosening as he hooks his chin over your shoulder and watches the stream. 

Another sob falls from your lips when you feel the cock inside you throb, the absolute freak behind you was fucking getting off on it. You were never going to agree to another sparring session with Conquest again, nor would you ever be able to show your face in this same training ground. Maybe after you were done, you would find the strength within yourself to overpower the brute and use him to destroy the area during the skirmish. 

“You sick fuck,” you hissed as it finally came to an end. 

The laugh Conquest let out was loud and booming, much too loud for how close you were, “you’re the one that’s getting hard,” he said into your ear, nipping at the shell, “again, might I add.”

“We were supposed to be training,” you responded, hating how breathy your voice sounded. 

Conquest lets out a chuckle, “we are,” he says, “we’re training your-”

“If you say my endurance, I’ll-” you try cutting him off, the Conquest was faster as he pulled you into another kiss. 

“Insolent boy,” Conquest growled between rough kisses, “let’s see how many more I can get out of you,” he said ominously as his fingers wrapped tightly around your cock. 

[ernest-rimmingway]

⭐Soft⭐

Tags: [mlw][mdni][watersports][fingering][overstimulation][edging][dacryphilia][clit play][bladder pressing][mentions of cunnilingus][gentle mdom][slight exhibitionism]

honorary tag: @lucky-beheaded ⭐

You're a pet.

Nothing more than a toy to sate the desire of intimacy of a monster. A beast without a name, only a purpose.

Conquest let's out a soft breath, hands moving towards your hips before he pulls you into his lap, face buried in the curve of your neck, bulging muscles wrapping around your form as he takes a deep breath, inhaling that sweet scent that clung to you.

He's not a patient man.

Not in the slightest.

But he would argue that the shift in your scent, from something bitter, akin to a deer being cornered by a hunter to the saccharine scent of clementines and honey, the smell he's only gotten whiffs of between lovers on the planets he's conquered in the name of Viltrum.

You're soft. Pliable. Weak.

Your hands cradle him affectionately, fingertips tracing the scars that adorn his body, traced the sharp, jagged lines of his bones. And he mimics you.

Hands that have crushed worlds cup your jaw, lips that snarl purse sweetly to press kisses against the fat of your cheeks and fingers that have gouged at eyes until rupture....

...circle your clit with slow intensity that makes your belly dip and your mind hazy.

"My little human." He coos softly, strong nose pressed against where your pulse thrums erratically, hands grasping at his bulky forearms, your lashes flutter and sounds slip from your lips. Perfect, rosy lips that part to let out those delightful little noises, glossy with saliva or whatever little thing he brings back from the ruins of worlds he takes.

Massive, corded muscles keep your thighs parted and you don't know how long he's kept you nestled against him, keeping you on the precipice of a world shattering orgasm.

"So.... Fragile, so... Weak. So very... Soft."

Your mind's blank, eyes bleary as you try to control your bladder because like NLE Choppa said, 'don't cum quick, I control my bladder'.

You're convulsing, clawing at his thighs as he keeps you spread so obscenely wide, glistening cunt facing the ajar door of his quarters. It's nerve-wrecking. The fact that anyone could walk in, and just...

Watch.

"So... Soft..." Conquest's free hand moves to press on your lower belly, gentle pressure from a heavy hand and your back arches, lips parting as you take a shaky breath.

You're so, so very close. Your lungs are burning with sounds you've insisted to swallow down, your skin prickles with sweat and teardrops threaten to spill. You've never been edged this long.

Much to contrary belief, Conquest always gives in. Eager to please, even more eager to allow himself the sight of your cunt pulsing, slick slipping past your holes to pool beneath you.

"Wait-wait-wait," the pleas to make him stop fall on half-deaf ears, his fingers slowing to a gentle stroke between your slippery folds, each stroke causes a squelchy noise to slip past your puffy pussy, alongside trickles of slick that soak into the silken sheets beneath you, "I have to... Pee..."

The admission is sheepish. You have no idea why.

This beast of a man has stood in the doorway of his bathroom, watching you relieve yourself with hearts in his eye, his large form filling the entryway and he's proceeded to lap at your cunt, your legs obscenely wide and your hands weakly pushing at his head.

"Then do it." Conquest whispers, hot breath ghosting over your ear and your heart drops to your spine.

"What— no— you big back- I'm not pissing mysel—llff...."

Your eyes roll back in your head when one of his meaty fingers pushes into your cunt, and he groans.

"So... Tight..." He groans, and you can feel the way his cock pushes against your lower back and you're already sweating bullets, trying to figure out how it'll fit when he eventually decides that he wants to fuck you.

You're surprised that he hasn't.

Surprised that he prefers to watch you being split open on thick fingers, his tongue lapping at your glossy cunt while he ruts against the base of his bed.

Rubbing his cock raw as he pushes you past limits that have you seeing limbo before he yanks you back to where you're meant to be.

Wrapped in strong arms.

"Piss yourself." Conquest whispers. Ticklish kisses pressed to your temples, one hand fucking your cunt with slow, deep thrusts, his rough palm grinding against your clit. While the other remains pushing down... Down... Down...

The embarassment comes second to the relief.

Fluids trickling down your thighs, soaking into the sheets and dripping into a puddle on the marble floor and you bring your hands up to hide your face.

And that coil in your belly snaps and you don't know how to feel.

Cumming around his thick finger, grinding your hips against his palm and you're whining, writhing all while making a mess that you're probably going to be too fucked out to clean. But by God, do you intend to.

Your nails are clawing at his thighs, not even ripping a stitch in his uniform and the longer he keeps stroking that gooey spot just behind your clit, the more your mind turns to a hazy mass of mush.

"Fuck... S'too much— s'too much."

This time... Your pleas do fall on deaf ears. Conquest continues to push you over the edge, your cunt gushing around his fingers and it's only when your eyes well up, fat droplets of salty tears rolling down your flushed cheeks that he pulls his finger out of you.

His tongue drags along your cheek, licking up the rivulets of tears, as well as perspiration before he shifts, setting you down on the edge of the cushioned bed.

Conquest makes slow work of arranging a plethora of pillows around you, surrounding you and keeping you nested in place before he kneels. Knees bitten by the cold of the floor but he nears his face to your pussy.

Flushed, overstimulated and glossy.

Eyes stare up at you from beneath snowy lashes. One, a beautiful and pale shade of brown, pupil large and the other, the palest of blues, nearing white. Blind, without a pupil and bisected by a scar.

Rough features, made for destruction and your hand moves to stroke along his cheek, and he inhales sharply, reveling in the softness of your touch.

Before he leans forward, his tongue lapping at your cunt with slow, unpracticed strokes. Rough and messy, you watch as he keeps his eyes on you.

"Soft..." He coos. "So, so soft. And warm. And wet..."

[kawaiigirly21]

Conquest and his unbothered Viltrumite wife who others expect to keep him in line but in reality, she's just as blood thirsty as him. She just hides it better. Think of Meryl Streep in the Devil wears Prada. We stan a queen who doesn't even spare her fellow Viltrumites half a glance. The only men worthy of her gaze is the emperor Thragg and even then she really only truly gives her full attention to her husband. She too cares little for the betterment of the empire and only attends missions to watch her husband bring civilizations to their knees. Whatever makes her hubby happy

[femmeftal]

ㅤ۫ ‎ ೀ Slick situation

⠀ ͎꒷ pairing : conquest x !fem reader

⠀ ͎꒷ idea : conquest having a bit of fun with his “kitten” before heading off to fight mark

⠀ ͎꒷ warning : nsfw 18+, mdni petnames and breeding, prob more tbh..

ass up and head down, your moans would be muffled from the white sheets beneath you and your partner. the sinful sound his hips meeting yours bounced off the rooms wall, and so did your sultry moans “ k-keep fucking going “ your hoarse throat could barely even let you say something after the throat fuck he gave you. “ dont you dare stop! “ the pitch in your voice getting higher, like your squeals had combined with the sentences you had yelled out. “ im not stopping anytime sooner, you’ll take my seed like you always do in the end “ conquest groaned out, lowering his head to yours whispering such dirty things. he had knew you were weak to his dirty talk especially in bed, oh how you were like the back of his hand. everything you did and reacted to in the bed was taken a note of the way you’d twitch from the way he thrusts his hips, or when he rolls his hips around you tighten up in a certain way. “ i ruined my kitten up so much didnt i? who will forgive me doing such “ he whispered wrapping both of his arms around your body jerking you back so his thick veiny cock gets to go deeper. “mgh mfuckkk “ sweat glistened above your forehead eyes rolling up from the sensation of the tip of his cock hitting your G-spot, you couldn't run away but you didn’t want to anyway. “ you’re just the cutest when you’re like this, small, fragile, and just so fucking hot “ moving one of his arms to wrap around your neck. this was the hottest part for you, choking while he moved himself in and out your sloppy used cunt. “ i wan moree.. just give me more! “ chucking conquest knew you were always greedy, and greedy you are. this is the best dick you’ve had in a while of your life, only meeting conquest from your battles with him turned into frequent night stands. “ can you handle more, can you really take what i’ll give you “ thrusts getting rougher from every word he had said in his sentence. “ yess! i’ll take it.. i wont run i wont do anythingg but take it “ you sounded dumb, looked the part too but god you couldnt help it when he talked down on you like this, ruining you like youre just a common street hooker. “ then fucking take it “ grabbing onto your two arms and arching you up, his pace got faster. plunging his hips faster and rough into you. both of your highs were close, chests heaving like you both had ran the most longest race of you life of course you were the first one to come, you guys been at it for atleast the whole day “ im gonna..gonna OH! “ your orgasm hitting you like a bullet, the bullet being the end of your attempt to not release. your white oozing cum coating his cock as he had still continued to hammer inside of you “ dont worry little girl im almost there “ his grip on your arms tightening his last final thrusts being the roughest out of the ones he’d previously gave you. “ take it.. take IT “ squealing out you could feel the overflow of his cum taming your walls making you feel more stuffed. you and him werent done, you knew it.

[theartofsimpatry]

🔞

Conquest calls you kitten while you climb up on his lap, he likes it when you’re bold like this. When you tell him that you’re gonna ride him and he needs to be good and “take it”, woof, that gets him so excited!! He’s gonna motivate you to keep riding him even when you’re tired as hell! Slap him around! Squeeze his balls with all your strength! Bite his neck till he bleeds!

[oystermark]

Can I request a size difference for trans masc reader and conquest? Like the reader and him fight, and the reader loses so conquest takes him as if he's prize. Like full Nelson type shit. Has reader sobbing from overstimulation and gets him to squet or something.

conquest x tmasc!reader

a/n: im gonna try to keep these short and sweet since im doing a conquest marathon of sorts for today! ! tysm for ur request, im taking nsfw conquest reqs 'till april 5th!

cw: conquest himself, readers genitals are referred as 'clit, cervix, hole' ,dubious consent from the reader, conquest just bullying the poor reader</3 not proofread

yeah no, you were a fucking dumbass. what the hell were you, a rookie healer at best, thinking you had anything against a viltrumite? trying to protect civilians like you yourself weren't a bug he is currently stepping on, you can feel your ribs about to break. oh well, at least you saved 3 people, hopefully.

you feel air fill your lungs again so violently fast that you start choking on said air, conquest watching you with an amused smirk on his face. fucking prick.

"you know, i really enjoy toying with your kind,"

he pulls you up with a hold on your neck, the metal pinching your flesh as you hiss, if you thought you were big or small before whether in height, weight or muscle- it doesn't matter, he's just towering over you, he could envelope you with just one arm. you groan when he squeezes the hold he has on your throat to capture your fading attention,

"you make the prettiest fuckin' noises,"

his hand just- rips away the bottom part of your hero suit and you feel air hit your now exposed sex as you start to whimper in fear, you couldn't- speak anymore, you couldn't find your voice. fuck.

he cackles in what you assume is delight for him, its certainly fucking harrowing for you but judging from his reaction he doesn't give a shit whats between those legs of yours, his goals are already set.

"im going to ruin you,"

nsfw

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you cry out pathetically as you feel the tip of his dick hit your cervix again and again, at this point he isn't even thrusting he's drilling his dick into your poor abused cunt, you already came 5 times, your cum coating his dick as he drives that monster in and out of you. you're head and upper back are laid on the concrete while he's holding the rest of your body up with one hand.

"fuck yes, you're so damn tight, can't believe you're still breathing, atta boy,"

he's being genuine and you don't know if that's worse for you, only being able to let out a small gasp as you close your eyes and feel your abdomen tighten, then as if all tension from your body is ripped, you squirt all over his dick that still hasn't stopped thrusting no matter how tight your hole was, and felt your body finally give up and go limp in his hold.

he halted his movements for a few seconds before biting his bottom lip, you could feel his cock stiffen inside you and a strangled sob forced its way from your throat as you felt him coat your walls with so much cum, literally gushing out of your hole. he wanted to see your cum mix with his properly, so he started to pound with as much strength needed to make you lose your mind as his thumb kept flicking your clit.

your hands finally finding enough energy, you brought one of them up in a silent plea as he chuckled at your cute little antics, "aw, want to hold my hand pretty thing?" he took your hand and bit down on one of your fingers to taste your blood as you came with an exhausted groan.

that groan turned into sobbing as you realize his thumb didn't stop its movements on your clit and his dick wasn't letting you go before it emptied into you again, he took in your tear streaked face, your torn hero costume, the blood seeping from your thighs -the cuts he caused looked delicious to him- you looked... delicious, gorgeous, everything he wanted from his future toy.

he finally set you hips down on the concrete, just to force your legs apart even more, planting each hand on the sides of your head, his mouth close to your ear,

"stand still and take it like the good boy you are, we're done when i say we're done, pet."

[tlouglazer]

i’m gooning

[jnw1813]

RUN

Smut | You and Conquest set a scene that involves chasing you through the woods... but then it goes slightly awry.

Tags/warnings: minor injuries, primal play, predator/prey dynamics, spit kink, gender neutral sex, slight breeding kink, lazy sex, hair pulling, alien biology, fully consensual sex.

Thin branches snagged and scratched at your skin as you ran through the forest, nearly tripping a few times as you looked back, up, for any sight of him.

Your breathing was ragged, heart pounding hard, making your chest ache, burn; your throat, lungs, felt dry, growing sore and achy the longer you ran without a single break.

You needed to get away. You needed to–

A root, perfectly angled, grew out of the ground. Your shoe snagged on it, and vertigo hit you, sudden and sickening as you fell, fell, fell–

A whimpered yelp escaped unwillingly from your throat as the taste of iron filled your mouth, a blooming sting emanating from your tongue from where you'd bitten it on your way down. Your palms were scratched, bleeding. And your front felt bruised, knees sore from taking the hit at an odd angle…

But your ankle–

It caught your attention, and you carefully pushed up, turning onto your side, freeing your foot from Mother Nature's trap. You tested it weakly, wincing in prep for any pain, but thankfully, there was none.

A soft sigh of relief escapes you as you slowly get back up, only for your limbs to fail you, sore and stinging and–

“Don't tell me you're hurt already.” A voice came from behind you, and you froze. “Aww, you are, aren't you?” A sigh. “That's a shame. Ruins half the fun.”

A sigh, and then the crunch of him landing on the ground.

You stay still, almost like if you do so, he won't be able to see you. Your eyes are trained on a spot in front of you, unimportant, and your tongue throbs with stinging pain.

“C'mon, worm. Show me how bad it is. Don't hide, now,” he croons, all sweet and mocking. “I can practically smell it, you know. Now, how bad is it?”

Swallowing, copper running in thin rivulets down your throat, you turn, facing him.

Conquest stares at you, patient.

A beat. Once, twice, thrice–

You don't say a thing.

His shoulders relax imperceptibly.

You bare your teeth at him, showing the blood on them. He takes it in, tilting his head a bit as he considers…

He smiles, soft.

You would've said if it truly hurt.

And then the smile turns vicious, and he shoots forward, reaching for your neck, just enough time for you to–

Gasping, you throw yourself out of the way, everything aching, lungs burning still, and yet you have to keep going– you want to keep going–

Conquest snags you by the back of the neck, grip firm as he wraps his big fingers around your nape, squeezing–

And you go limp, adrenaline trickling off, submitting from the familiar, comforting touch.

A slightly mocking coo, and he sweeps you up into his arms, gazing down at you as you, exhausted, look up at him with hooded, weak eyes. Pained.

He tsk's, pressing down on your tongue until saliva wells up, flooding past your lips and drenching his finger. Without opening your eyes, you already know he's watching the thin trail of spit drip down his palm and wrist.

He sighs as if exasperated, a finger pressing to your lips. “Open.” He says, unnecessary as it is; you do as told, eyes closing as you relax, feeling digits spreading your lips apart, a rough pad pressing on your tongue, pulling gently to see the damage.

 “Well…” He heaves a sigh. “It ain't too bad. But I think we'll have to cut act one short.” He says, rising with you in his arms. “Otherwise you might twist your ankle next.”

A grumble escapes you as Conquest flies you home, his movements so smooth and steady you barely feel it. His finger is still putting pressure on your tongue, so you can't tell him how offended you are over him treating you like you're delicate.

Accidents happen. It's fine. Especially when running through the woods from your predatory mate.

In no time at all, you're home, and the first thing Conquest does is tend to you. Silky, moist feeling ‘bandages’ are applied to your palms and knees, the alien medicine attaching itself to your skin and numbing the area; likewise, he adds smaller strips of the stuff to your face, over tiny cuts here and there.

For your tongue, he makes you drink a spoonful of slimy, cold medicine, your tongue healing up instantly– it also makes your mouth taste like mint. Nice.

A hum rumbles in his throat, thoughtful, considering, as he looks down at you with his severe gaze. A thumb hooks your mouth open, letting him watch your tongue heal before his very eye.

Once he was sure his mate was all healed up, Conquest felt much better. Especially with what he was about to do next.

“Humans… so fragile, so weak.” He murmurs, leaning down, getting on your level; it would be demeaning if it weren't part of an act, a scene. “If I hadn't grabbed you back there, who knows what would've happened? Some predator could've gotten to you.” His thumb pulls free, wet, as he pats your cheek.

As if. The only real predator in a thousand mile radius was him.

“And then what would you do, hmm? Cry? Beg for help?” He leans in closer, breath hot against his cheek; his eye dares you to try something.

So you do.

You spit on him, the clear glob landing on his cheek, sliding down excruciatingly slow.

The world stops. Conquest stops. He stares, eyes wide with disbelief. That… was new.

“Right…” He says, finally breaking the stillness. “Back to it.”

Bringing a hand up, he wipes the spit down to his mouth, licking your saliva along his lips and into his maw; your eyes are glued to him, and the way his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows makes heat bloom between your legs.

And then he's grabbing you again, flesh hand knotted tight into your hair, gripping it by the roots so it doesn't hurt as he drags you towards the bed as rough as he dares to be.

It's exquisite for you, the perfect blend of pain and pleasure. And when you kick and hit him, he doesn't even blink, probably doesn't even feel it. That's the best part about him. You can let out all your anger on him and he wouldn't even bat an eye at it, just encourage you to do better, feeding your anger with mocking words until you were left exhausted and drained, all pliant and perfect for him to scoop up and play with.

When you make contact with the bed, you're breathless, exhaustion weighing you down. Now you truly are weakened prey, unable to resist your ‘captor’ as he takes from you however he desires. A whimper escapes you as you watch him undress, loincloth pulled aside to show where he can pull himself out of.

He's hard, you see, trying to scramble back– not very hard, of course, not that you could manage it even if you wanted to in your state– and his metal hand wraps around your ankle and tugs. You're yanked back to the edge instantly, legs spread for him to fit between. Which he does, hips slotting between your welcoming thighs.

Eyes half-lidded, lazy, you peered up at him, too comfortable to even lift your hips to help him pull down your shorts. But that was fine by Conquest. He enjoyed a bit of manhandling, and it was oh so easy to move you about.

As the fabric hits the floor, his gaze seers into your flesh down below, drinking in the view. You hadn't worn underwear today. Not seeing the point with a scene planned. In all likelihood, he would've just ripped them off of you, and as hot as it could be, it both stung and made your wallet weep.

“I can never get enough of you, you know that?” He says, a rasp to his voice as he touches you, palming at your centre, stroking, coaxing your body to full arousal and beyond until you were aching something fierce with desire. “No matter how we do it. I used to hope I'd go out in battle, covered in blood and buried under the corpses of my enemies. Now…”

The bottle of lube popping open sounds off like a gunshot in the quiet of the bedroom, making you flinch with how mesmerised and focused you'd been on your husband's rich voice.

A thick finger, smothered in lubricant– strands so heavy and thick they droop from his digit onto your skin– presses into you, your body welcoming him, more than used to him by now.

“Now,” he says, breathing in deep, the scent of your arousal thick in the air; Fuck, his cock twitched, a drop of pre hitting your leg, hot, “I hope that the last thing I do before I go, the last thing that I see is this perfect little hole clinging to my cock as it overflows with my seed. I'm going out with a bang, darlin’, I can promise you that.”

Muffled squelching reaches your ears, your eyes mostly shut, just a sliver of sight visible through your eyelashes as your hole, snug and hungry, clenches around his finger. Another is added, and your breathing picks up.

“Even if I'm on death's door, you're gonna get this sweet ass over to me and ride me, understand? Gonna let me suck you dry, eat you out, mould your insides to the shape of my dick one last time…”

His voice is a low, raspy growl at this point, lost in fantasies of death and sex: his two favourite things. Well– behind you, of course.

Another finger, a bigger stretch.

The sounds were more audible now, lubricant like honey, thick and gloopy and looking so, so sweet as it mixes with your own arousal and drips out of you, trails down your flesh and cheeks in shiny rivulets; Conquest could imagine dipping a strawberry into you, biting into the sweet fruit, made even better by your own flavour.

Perhaps he'd do that next, make a feast of your form. Lap actual honey from your chest and off your nipples, carefully eat grapes from between your legs, lick chocolate from the length of your spine…

Yes, Conquest liked the sound of that. He'd remember it for later. For now, though–

His fingers come out with a small pop, your hole clenching around air, a slight gape to it. And how could it not, when one of his fingers alone were as big as some earth men's cocks?

The bottle creaked as lube drizzled out, landing on his cock soundlessly. It messily slides down along his shaft on its own, the heavy length weighed down by its own size, gravity doing most of the work for him. He still strokes himself, though, rubs the lube in, around, under his foreskin, even. It makes him pulse, balls tight as he releases them from the protective pouch all Viltrumite men have to protect their genitals.

He notches the head against your entrance, watching you jolt, eyes widening briefly as you realise it's time. Then you go all languid again, smiling as you shift your hips, circling them, helping him push it in, in slow, round movements.

He holds himself in place for you, cock long and thick and so, so heavy; it was always the weight you felt the most when you two made love. As the ruddy mushroom tip pops into you, both of you release a sigh.

The feeling of rightness settles over the two of you as he steadily slides in. Earlier, he'd planned to be rough, wild; but then you'd gotten hurt, and his concern won over his lust. Next time, he thought. Sometimes, things like this just happened. Injuries were normal when couples tried kinky things, even if they were minor, bruises and discomfort.

As Conquest settles inside of your silky depths, walls hugging him, he considers that, next time he chases you, you should just do a home invasion scene. You're less likely to get scratched up in your own home than in the woods, as thrilling as it was.

A groan tumbles out of him, and he rolls his shoulders back, hands on your waist. He squeezes, gentle. And then he pulls halfway out before thrusting back in.

The loud PLAP that echoes through the room is downright diabolical; wet and meaty and harsh. And it's repeated with every thrust, strings of slick connecting the two of you as he builds up a steady pace, pounding away at you. Leaning over you, he adjusted his hold on you, throwing your legs over his shoulders.

Brows knitted together, you whined and gasped, lips permanently parted now as that feeling in your belly grew and grew, heat building, tightening–

Conquest growled to himself, grunting as his balls smacked against your ass and his cockhead rammed against some deep part of you that had your toes curling, sparks racing up your spine–

A shudder wracked through your body suddenly, a sharp cry of his name escaping your lips as the heated coil in your belly snaps–

“Conquest!”

– and you cum. You cum hard and quick, and you're delirious with heat and pleasure and you can barely breathe! It's– too– much…!

The feeling of you squeezing his cock in a vice grip sends him over the edge like it always does, and he falls over the edge right with you, spilling his seed deep into you in thick, hot ropes of it, sticky and overflowing until it spills out of your stuffed hole and onto the sheets.

A hand plants itself by your head as Conquest leans closer, hovering so as to not crush you, but still wanting to be close to you. As you crack your eyes open– skin shiny with sweat and chest heaving with exertion– you think to hell with that, and pull him down onto you, hugging him, his weight comforting to you.

And Conquest would be lying if he said he didn't like it either, so he just settles on top of you, sighing as his eyes fall shut, nose buried in your hair. His cock is still inside you, softening as the bliss of his orgasm fades away. More cum floods out as well, but that's something to deal with later.

What a waste, he idly thinks, feeling your heartbeat reverberate through your chest and into his. Pure Viltrumite sperm, and it's just dripping onto the bed sheets.

He should really plug you up, make sure it takes. He didn't care if you could get pregnant or not– it was the principle of the matter. His seed was for you. It should be in you. Simple as.

Mind fuzzy, Conquest rolls onto his side, cuddling you, allowing himself to drift off. Absently, he reminds himself to check on your bandages when he wakes up. You should be completely healed by then. And with that final thought, Conquest was out, faintly snoring into your shoulder, bodies still locked together.

[inkivaari]

hear me hear me

freaky beautiful old man conquest with his viltrumite stamina and old age, you just know he's lasting days if he feels like it, only stopping when the other has to catch her/their breath and he's just looking at them full of a strange fondness and just counting the seconds before they are ready for him again because we know it ain't never enough for this man🙏🙏

yes yes oh god YES this man, despite being (at the very least) 6000 years older than you and even considered old and potentially past suitability for mating in the eyes of his people, fucks that pussy UP every single time. over and over and over. he will not stop until one of you passes out. 98% of the time, that's you. it's okay, he knows your precious body gets overloaded, no matter how he cock-trains you. he loves it, being able to fry your mind like that, make you feel so much you stop feeling at all.

when it all gets too much for his little one, he knows the signs. not just going limp, but going quiet. your eyes glaze over or close, you're unresponsive to his teasing. he knows his darling has had enough. he slows it all right down to a stop, caressing your face, sitting up from you, letting you breathe.

you'll come back to it, even mewl out a soft, confused "why'd you stop?", but he'll chuckle softly, soothing your furrowed brow with a kiss. he can't stop touching you, that would be heresy. he gets you in the bath and lathers that body up in those flowery soaps you like, that make you smell like a little pixie. caresses your bruised skin, the bites, the hickeys, the swells. reverent and solemn. lets you fuss, lets you whine. he knows, he's a lot. but you're so good at taking him, so good at opening that little body up for him, that gorgeous flower between your legs always able to bloom for him now, if he so much as purrs at the right frequency it knows to prepare itself. ah, but he knows it's hard work, being so good. he takes good care of what little he does own, he wants his sweet little one to last. wants her to be happy and healthy and always associating his touch with all the good things in the world, not the bad. he wraps you up in a towel, bundles you in his arms, lays you back down in bed and massages your body with your lotions and oils, loves this part the most, when he gets to see your curves slick and shiny and glossy like a polished statue of some celestial goddess. he's always very good at bringing you back to yourself after you lose yourself so many times to his cock. and there you were, his little fighter, beaming up at him like the eager little kitten you were, mewling happily when his rough hand cups your pussy. that little happy sound tells him it's okay to press his fingers inside and get you stretched out again for the next round <3

[lovelywetdreamer]

I know it is too early in the afternoon for this, but I believe Conquest is the biggest tease in the universe. Conquest will have you riding his fingers for hours before he consider putting his cock in your cunt. Conquest ways of motivate you for today is waking up with his mouth sucking tight on your clit as he twisting your nipples. When you are about to soaked the bald nut case, he completely stop making you want more. "I'll let you come once you successfully complete today mission, mitten."

[spookyfunhottub]

Saw this on tiktok and I had to share the reason for my 2nd proudest nut

[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤSWEET GIRLㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Viltrumite Men x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How Do They Eat That Kitty?

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Mark Grayson, Nolan Grayson, Thragg, Conquest

☆⁠ NOTES : +18 contacts. Minors DNI. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— MARK GRAYSON ⋆

Mark? Oh, he's obsessed with your pussy. Like it’s his purpose in life. Like he could live between your thighs and never get bored.

The first time he goes down on you, he groans the second his mouth touches you—like he’s addicted to the taste, like he’s never had anything better. His tongue? Everywhere. He licks, he sucks, he’s fucking messy—his mouth is completely drenched, his chin glistening, his jaw aching, but does he stop? Fuck no.

He eats you like he’s making out with your pussy, moaning, whimpering every time your fingers tug at his hair. His hands? Strong and desperate, gripping your thighs, keeping you open, keeping you right where he wants you. And when you grind against his face? Oh, he loses his fucking mind.

"Fuck, baby—yeah, use me—fuck my mouth—God, you taste so fucking good."

And when you cum? He shudders. Literally. Shudders. And then keeps licking, lapping up everything, groaning like he’s getting off on it. His hips are grinding into the bed, desperate for friction, but he doesn’t stop until you’re pushing at his head, too sensitive to handle more.

And even then? He just grins up at you, his lips swollen and glossy, his face a fucking mess.

"Please—just one more? I need it."

— NOLAN GRAYSON ⋆

Nolan eats pussy like he’s doing you a favor—like you should be on your knees thanking him for it. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t dive in like some horny teenager. No, he likes to make you wait. He spreads your thighs wide, takes his sweet fucking time looking at you, smirking when he sees how wet you already are.

"Already dripping? I haven’t even touched you yet."

And then? Oh, baby, you’re fucked.

His tongue is hot and firm, pressing right against your clit in one slow, deliberate lick that makes your hips jerk. And he just chuckles, gripping your thighs tighter so you can’t move. He eats you like a man who knows exactly what he’s doing—his tongue doesn’t just tease, it works you. He flicks, sucks, presses just right, watching your body react to every calculated movement. He’s testing you, seeing what makes you twitch, what makes your breath hitch, what makes you fall apart.

And when you do? When you cum on his tongue, thighs squeezing around his head? He just groans, deep and low, like he’s starving for it. And he keeps going. Of course, he keeps going. His hands hold you down, his tongue fucking into you, lapping up every last drop like he owns you.

Because he does.

"Good girl. Give me another one."

— THRAGG ⋆

You do not survive this.

He doesn’t tease, doesn’t ease you into it—no, this motherfucker pins you down, buries his face between your thighs, and ruins you.

His tongue is rough, fast, overwhelming. He latches onto your clit immediately, sucking so hard your vision goes white, your hips jerking off the bed. He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t let up. You’re squirming, trying to get away because holy fuck, it’s too much—but his hands? Oh, baby, his hands are keeping you right there.

And the noises? Disgusting. Deep, low groans vibrating against your clit, wet slurps as he fucking devours you. His beard? Rubbing you raw, making sure you feel every inch of his mouth on you.

"Mmm—what’s wrong? Too much?" (smirk) "You can take it. You will take it."

And when you cum? He. Does. Not. Stop. Your legs are shaking, your body arching, and he just keeps licking, keeps sucking, keeps feasting until you’re sobbing from overstimulation. And then? He flips you over and does it again.

"You’re not done. I decide when you’re done."

— CONQUEST ⋆

He forces your legs apart, buries his face between your thighs, and sucks your clit so fucking hard you scream. He doesn’t build you up slowly—he wants you wrecked instantly. He eats you like he’s punishing you, like he’s proving a point.

He’s everywhere at once, licking, sucking, fucking into you until you don’t know where the pleasure is hitting you from. And his hands? Shoving your thighs apart, holding you still, forcing you to take it. You try to close your legs? He growls.

"The fuck do you think you’re doing? I didn’t say you could run."

And when you cum? He laughs. Laughs against your overstimulated clit, sucks harder, watches as your body twists, trembles, begs for mercy. But does he stop?

No. He keeps fucking going.

And when you’re ruined, your voice hoarse from screaming his name, your thighs trembling uncontrollably? He just grins, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at your wrecked, soaking pussy like it’s his greatest fucking achievement.

"Aww. Did I break you already?"

"Pathetic."

— MASTERLIST ☆

— © luv-lock. Don't copy, use or translate any of my works here or any other websites ☆

[drpsps]

FREAKY TIME FREAKY TIME

Conquest x Half-Breed Viltrumite reader (GN)

SMUT SMUT SMUT with freaky alien anatomy headcanon and such so yk 18+ MDNI

You had heard so much about him your entire life. The second strongest Viltrumite and the oldest.

Conquest.

The name sent shivers down your fellow Viltrumite’s spines.

Pussies. That’s what you thought.

You had joined the empire when you finally got your powers, your Viltrumite parent helping taking over your planet and bringing you to the empire.

You went through basic training, helped weed out weaker Viltrumite’s. You even got to be in General Kregg’s personal circle of soldiers, and eventually Grand Regent Thragg’s.

You remember clearly how it happened. You stood next to Thragg’s throne, watching as the guards and Kregg lead someone into the throne room.

Gasps erupted and your eyes widened.

It was him. Conquest. In all his tall, muscular, old glory.

He knelt in front of Thragg’s throne, but his gaze drifted to you as he spoke.

You couldn’t help but hold eye contact, the moment sending a jolt of something through your body.

They eventually finish their conversation. But Conquest makes a request.

“When I return, I want a moment alone with them.”

He raised his gauntlet, metal finger pointing right at you. Thragg complied and you simply nod.

Days pass before he returns. He had made a few requests. Firstly, that you didn’t bathe while he was gone, even if you trained and did things that made you sweat. Scent was important to Viltrumite’s, it was the difference between identifying friend or foe, arousal and fear. Secondly, he wanted to make sure you were pent up, not allowed to be alone where you could please yourself. And it worked.

You sit in the room, waiting for him, dressed in thin, almost see-through robes, nude under them.

The door opens, and he steps in, eyeing you before slamming the door shut behind him. You felt a sharp pang of arousal in your gut, already excited.

Pussies. You repeat it in your head. They all feared him, yet you were about to be bedded by him.

He takes his time, freeing himself of the grey and white Viltrumite soldier uniform and armor.

You can’t help the way your gaze drops, eyes widening when his cock is free.

Large, Curved, with the familiar ridges every male Viltrumite had to successfully breed, with the thick grey bush.

You couldn’t help the shiver that ran through you. To be fair, you were a virgin.

You slide out of the robes, spreading your legs, displaying yourself to him.

In a second, he’s pinning you to the bed. He slots his large hips between your legs, pinning your hands above your head with his gauntlet, his other hand gripping your throat.

He presses the head of his cock against you, working you open without warning.

You gasp loudly, eye-lids fluttering at the sudden intrusion. Your face scrunches up at the sting of it, trying to adjust to the sudden feeling of him penetrating you.

He moves slowly, carefully stretching you out around him. The ridges grind deliciously against your tight walls, dragging a moan out of you.

Your back arches off the bed the deeper he goes. You can hear him occasionally grunt or groan, eyes focused on your face.

Once he’s fully inside you, he allows you a moment to adjust to him. The more you squirm, the more moans fall from you.

You carefully lock your legs around his waist, keeping him close, which urges him on. He begins moving, and in a moment he’s setting a rough and unforgiving pace.

You can’t control the way the moans and gasps spill from your throat. Every movement is a mix of pain and that intense pleasure.

The thing was, that you didn’t know, was that Conquest was aware of your heritage. You were only a half-breed, much weaker than him, and for some odd reason your confidence despite that fact aroused him deeply. You were strong regardless of it.

He picks up the pace, slamming into the spot that makes you cry out in pleasure, back arching off the bed. He takes advantage of that, wrapping his arms around your waist and angling his hips to abuse that spot.

He buried his face against your neck, inhaling your scent deeply, and it only aroused him more.

You dig your nails into his shoulders, trying to ground yourself regardless of the intense pleasure. Your eyes have already started rolling back, head tilted back and mouth agape, loud moans and cries of pleasure escaping you.

It doesn’t take much more for you to cum, body going rigid, hips stuttering against him. Your eyes squeeze shut, mouth agape as a loud moan escapes you. You felt hot, sweat coating your skin.

Conquest bites down roughly on the spot where your neck and shoulder connects, slamming into you a few more times before pushing in to the base, cumming inside you.

He holds you against him until finishes, carefully pulling back and panting, teeth covered in a thin layer of your blood, skin glistening with sweat. He releases you, tapping your hip for you to move.

You slip off him and out of his grasp, lying back against the bed lazily. Conquest plops down next to you, panting heavily.

“You did good. Might have to keep you.”

He practically purrs the words out, and you shiver. Honestly? You weren’t against the idea.

“I’ve been lonely for so long. Everyone’s scared of me. But not you.”

You tilt your head, looking at him, seeing the almost reverential look on his face. Perhaps even affectionate.

You repeat that word. Pussies. You couldn’t fear him if you tried.