I’d LOVEE to hear your take on Thragg (or really any of the viltrumite men) dealing with a masochist partner. Like, someone who just likes getting thrown around and beat up for fun, who’d rather get slapped than kissed. Viltrumites are so much stronger than humans, would they be nervous using that strength on their fragile partner? Just a flick from them could really harm their lover, so would they even risk it? Would they indulge them and throw them around with the same strength a pet owner would to their ferret?? Could there even be some viltrumites that would admire a partner that doesn’t fear pain? I imagine they could be confused too, for such delicate creatures to crave pain. I just wanna hear ur thoughts on it ^_^
I have many, many thoughts about this, dear Anon.
Conquest would definitely be the one that's more delighted about it.
He's a sadist but he's also someone who craves and yearns for connection, so just imagine how incredibly moved he'd be to find a partner that is not only okay to be hurt by him, but trusts him enough to let him do as he pleases. And if you were crazy enough to not even give him a safe word—
The way he'd love and devote himself to you, feeling proud of how much you can take and how happy it makes the both of you when he bites you, when he draws blood, when bruises blossom on your skin from every hit he bestows upon you. And the way you'd cry and whimper his name, your blunt nails raking against his skin (when he's kind enough not to restrain you) as you suffer—and yet! You don't shy away from the pain, no, you lean into it and into him, even when he squeezes so hard you'd think your bones would give way.
But he doesn't.
He's good, very good at keeping his strenght in check. He would like to actually break you—he even know you'd let him, but at the same time he wouldn't risk doing some irreparable damage to you, not now that has finally found someone who is so devoted to him, someone who he wants to cherish and keep for as long as he can.
Kregg would be quite the oppoiste. He doesn't mind manhandling you, spanking you and peppering you in bites and bruises by how tightly he holds onto you, but... he's very, very self-conscious of how fragile you are compared to him. Were you to manage to get him to agree to do something more dangerous, where he'd really risk to hurt you, he'd be so gentle with it.
First and foremost, making sure you remember your safe word and making sure you know you hold the power to stop it at any time you want, if it becomes too much or for whatever reason. Then making sure you're comfortable, making sure you're still enjoying yourself throughout everything, checking on you while still giving you the pain you so desire. And he'd be a bit scared of doing too much, of going too far, but at the same time it fills him with elation to see how unafraid you are of him, of the trust you rely on him.
And then, he'd take such good care of you. Cleaning your wounds and peppering you in kisses and cuddles, giving you all that you desire—be it your comfort food, a warm bath, or just a comfortable silence.
Thragg would be the one that might accidentally kill you. Not that he would try to, but he's the strongest one out there and yes, he'd care for you to an extent, but he might slip if you are bratty enough and get on his nerves like you can easily do.
While he'd really be into marking you, to make sure everyone knows who you belong to, giving the pain you want wouldn't be his priority. Even if you asked, he wouldn't go as far as you'd like or be so into it. So you'd have to resort to other things—like acting a brat and getting punished. Because if there is one thing Thragg is into, it's power. He likes—or rather, needs to be listened to. And if you act up, he'd put you in your place. It would take him mere moments to realize why you're acting up, just the time it takes for him to slap you square in the face and for your eyes to lighten up as the pain courses through you. And that's enough for him—he'd be into that, for sure.
The more you tease him, the more you refuse to listen to him and do what he says, undermining his position, the more he'd give you the pain you crave. You'd have to be the one to realize when you're going too far with your ways, his hand around your neck making you genuinely fear for your life when your vision starts to get blurry and all you can do is plea for his mercy and hope he can read your lips, 'cause nothing is leaving your mouth. But that would feel so good, wouldn't it?
Anissa would love you, plain and simple. Pulling your hair, choking you, being rough and in control while you look at her with adoration and bliss in your eyes. She'd be mindful of not hurting you too much, she only wants to give you as much pain as you can take and not an ounce more, but she would enjoy every moment so, so much.
Still, there'd be a flicker of apprehension in her. Understandable given how strong she is compared to you, and how easily humans can die. But you trust her, and she knows herself well enough to be able to put that apprehension aside to give you what you want without ever going too far.
And she'd love for you to somehow manage to fight her back from time to time and hurt her in return (maybe with some kind of blade she herself has gifted you, one that can pierce her skin). 'Cause she knows why you like pain so much, because she herself enjoys it and is as happy to give it as she is to take it.
Thula is not afraid to hurt you the moment she realizes you enjoy the pain. Instead, she's more than happy to grant you your desire for it, especially if she can tie you up and have you hopeless underneath her, your body a pretty canvas she can paint as her heart desires. She's old, so old, and trusts her ability to not hurt you in a way that would be fatal.
Needless to say, if you're into knife play she'll be so, so eager to use her blade on you. Running it flat along your heated skin, watching you squirm and bite your lips as you beg her to twist it just slightly, just enough for it to cut your skin and draw blood. But she'd take her time—she has an infinite amount of it and wants to drink in how you look while you wait for her to sastisfy you. Once she'd start to draw lines in your skin, the blood pearling on it, she'd feast on you. Her tongue soothing each cut just before a new one is made in all her favorite spots of your body, decorating your skin so reverently in places only meant for her eyes. And she's nothing but a caring, generous woman, she'd give and give and give you all the pain your pretty heart desires and can take, until you end up passing out from both pleasure and exhaustion. And then she'd care for you with the same reverence, untying you and making sure you drink and get your energies back up while she cleans and patches your wounds, her touch as light and loving on you.
