Conquest x f! Plus size reader: conquest knows a lot about fighting and everything about being a Viltrumite, that's a very obvious fact, but he knows nothing about Earth's traditions. Imagine how awkward it must be for him to have to figure out how to seduce Reader for intimacy for the first time (it's Reader's first time in general). He knows that if he asks directly, Reader might say yes, but he wants everything to be perfect (NSFW). I'll leave you with this thought and hope you have a wonderful day.
Oh my god I'm foaming at the mouth this is an amazing idea thank you for this.
Romance Troubles; Conquest x Plus Size F! Reader
4.8k words 18+/NSFW.
Warnings; Fluffy sweet sex/Hinted dacryphilia/Literally soft and steamy smut. Not proofread, I literally wrote this at midnight like a madwoman.
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“What the…? What am I even looking at? This can't be how humans do this… that's so… stupid.” The groan that fell from Conquest's lips was muffled by his hands, the ones currently trying to rub the frustration from his features, failing miserably to alleviate the ache in his skull. One search had led him to another, and another, and deeper down a rabbit hole he found himself wanting to claw right back out of. This shouldn't be so complicated, he was finding out quick just how convoluted humans really are, so many social rules and ‘swooning’ tricks that it makes his stomach churn.
How did this all start? Well, at least that's a simple answer, one that was currently leaving him to drown in human nuances. Conquest wanted to have sex with his girlfriend, his sweet little woman, but he'd been too awkward to just ask her. Well, that, and the fact he wanted to do it like a human man would.
He wasn't completely in the dark about sex, gods no, he's lived too long to not know about it. It's a core part of Viltrumite identity, reproduce as much as possible, have as many kids as you physically can till you're either dead or incapable. When it came to his kind, sex was just another duty to complete, and often times it was with a less than willing partner. Conquest grimaced to himself at the thought, he'd never taken part in that kind of duty himself, he'd always been too busy wiping civilizations off maps to bother with repopulating the race.
Besides, the thought of just taking what he wanted left him with a bone deep discomfort, she deserved better than him taking her like some feral beast. So, long story short, that's why he's sitting in the dark with his eyes glued to a computer screen watching pornos.
Conquest's face showed nothing but pure exasperation, pausing the video before he had to listen to more obnoxious noises, his sanity dropping with every second he exposed himself to this torture. “I'm getting nowhere with this pathetic garbage, what kind of measly worm seduces a woman with a pizza? There wasn't even a pizza, just his dick in a box, that's not seductive at all.” He grumbled and let his head fall back, staring up at the ceiling like it would hold the answers to his problems, it in fact did not.
How do humans make it look so easy to do this? He's seen all the mushy scenes from the romance movies she loves, a shared drink and sweet words that lead to a kiss, one kiss turning into many before the act just comes naturally. He wasn't suave or romantic, not even close, he was a conqueror. All he's ever done is take things because he could, destroying things he touched, not holding something close and swooning them.
Yet with you, he wanted to do that, he wanted to make it perfect. Conquest didn't want to ask flat out, he was worried he'd come off too strong, that you'd tell him no. He felt clumsy when it came to being gentle, half of the time he was too straight forward, his voice loud and harsh instead of sweet and smooth. The fact he was even researching this was huge, the old him would've just flat out asked her for sex, not caring for all these little rules.
Closing the tab with an irritated huff, he clicked on the tab that held all of his notes, looking over the collection of information he'd gathered so far. A list of romance movies you love, check, a few song choices to set the mood after a successful acceptance of his offer, check, types of drinks humans like to help ease anxiety, check. Conquest was treating this with the efficiency of a mission, it sure felt like one anyways, it was just as complicated to plan.
Tomorrow night. That would be when he'd set this plan into action. One day to prepare for this.
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The moment you'd left for work that morning, he was putting his plan into motion, determined to make this flawless. It all started with a trip to the local grocery store, wandering the aisles and ignoring the occasional stares, a list in one hand and a basket in the other. A bag of your favorite chocolates, check, a bottle of red wine he thought you'd enjoy, check, little cheeses and meats to put on a board? Check.
After debating fighting some old lady who looked at him a little too long, thankfully choosing not to, Conquest had the bag secured as he returned home with his spoils. If there was anything he hated the most, it was stores, nothing but chaotic noise and people who didn't know how to act like they had a brain.
Back in the secluded comfort of the empty house, the older man got to work, not wanting to waste a moment of precious time. He spent a good hour cutting up cheese and meat into manageable bite sizes, it wasn't the prettiest, but it would have to do. Those slices got layered on one of the cutting boards, tucked away in the fridge with the wine and chocolate, before he moved onto the next step. A good outfit.
Conquest found himself staring at his closet in contemplation, mulling over his different options, while also trying to remember what you like to see him in. He couldn't wear his usual shirt and jeans combo, that was too plain, you saw him in that every day. Maybe one of those turtlenecks you got him? Nah, too hot out for that, plus it'd be a pain to get off mid action. Why was this so difficult? Viltrum would have a stroke at something so tedious, this was the definition of inefficiency, how could fabric help with this?
“Ah, this one will have to work…” He muttered to himself, reaching out to grab a red button up he never wore, grabbing the black slacks next to it as well. You'd gotten this for him for ‘fancy’ activities, he never wore it calling it ‘stupid’, who knew it'd end up coming to save him in his struggle?
Now we were getting somewhere.
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Work had been complete torture, like usual, another long day of meaningless paperwork and bureaucratic headaches. It'd be so much more soul crushing if you were returning to an empty home, that had been your life before, not anymore thankfully. You had your adorable old man to come home to, probably moping around like he usually did when you were gone, he was like a big puppy with separation anxiety at times.
Although, lately he seemed a little distant, at least for him anyway. Conquest was usually in your skin all the time, at your hip with no sense of boundaries, that was the norm. The past few nights though he'd spent a lot of time on the computer, for what reason you had no idea, but it had definitely settled in the back of your mind. What had him so distracted? It wasn't anywhere near your birthday, nor was there any holiday coming up in the near future, so you wondered what he spent his time researching.
Stepping out of your car after a moment to gather your scattered mind, the warm night air blanketed you in humidity, clinging to your skin as you walked up the path to the door. The moment you walked through the door the scent of candles hit you, wrapping you in their sweet embrace like a hug, a flicker of curious confusion going through your chest. What the…?
You didn't have long to question it before you felt a hand wrap around your waist, the door shutting behind you, meeting the sight greeting you. Deep maroon satin stretched across a broad chest, buttons guiding your gaze upward, tilting your head back to the familiar face waiting. Conquest looked both confident and nervous at the same time, red flushing his ears in a heat of embarrassment, his usually messy hair brushed out in soft, fluffy tufts around the crown of his head.
“Hey there, pretty girl, how was work?” He asked in a murmur with a boyish smile, pulling you close to his chest as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, admiring your beautiful features close up. That earned him a flustered little noise from you, a giggle followed by a sheepish smile, your hands resting on his chest. “It was okay, Con, just the usual stuff…” You paused to look to the side at the rest of the house, the dimmed lights and a movie cued up, candles spread out across the house giving it a comfortable glow. “... What's all this, big guy? Did you… did you do this for me?”
Conquest wanted to huff and roll his eye at the question, wasn't it obvious he did this for you? But he knew better than that, you were clearly surprised by this, that was your way of showing it. He reached up with his gauntlet, gently grasping your chin to run his thumb over your bottom lip, his gaze roving over you with a mix of self conscious clumsiness and genuine desire. “Mhm, I sure did, kitten. Why don't you go get into something comfortable? I'll pour us a drink.”
Who stole your dorky old man and replaced him with this one? Blinking in surprise, you playfully patted his chest, pulling away from his touch. “Okay, yeah, that sounds perfect, honey.” Offering him a sweet smile you made your way to the bedroom, face red as a tomato the moment you were alone, heart racing in your chest. Where did this come from? Was he trying to swoon her? It was definitely working, albeit a little strange to see him act like this, but damn if it didn't leave you brimming with anticipation.
‘Fuck. She definitely hates it. What am I doing? I look ridiculous right now. Is it hot in here or is it just me?’ Conquest's inner critic was getting harsh, his hand trembling just a fraction as he poured the wine, if he wasn't a strong willed man he would've crumbled by now. He just wanted to make something perfect for you, this was singlehandedly the most important moment in his whole life, of course he wanted it to be special for you. ‘Just stick to the plan, the worst that can happen is she says no, how hard can this be? I'm not some lowly beast.’
Your returning steps snapped him out of his thoughts, turning his head to the hallway, his heart stopping in his chest at what he was greeted with. A skin tight little black dress, one you rarely wore because it always ‘showed too much’, hugging every soft curve and plush roll. It took every fiber of his being just to keep his jaw off the floor, his amber eye locked on your figure, looking at you like you were the only beautiful thing in the entire universe.
“What do you think, baby? I think it goes perfectly with your outfit…” Conquest swallowed thickly at your question, the wine forgotten as he set the bottle on the counter, crossing the kitchen to stand in front of you. Tentatively, he reached out with both hands to hold your hips, guiding you closer so he could admire you. Hair down and free of the ponytail, radiant as a supernova in the low light, your eyes looking up at him with a gaze that mirrored his own. “You look… absolutely… breathtaking. I think you're right, it is the perfect choice.”
The way the words fell from his lips, the raw adoration and devotion in his good eye, you couldn't help but feel so loved. Heat rolled over you in waves, biting your lip as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him so close only a whisper separated your lips. When you first got with Conquest, you would've never guessed this is how he'd ask you for this, you never thought he'd want something like this. But now? Seeing just how much thought he put into this? It was the most romantic thing a man has ever done for you.
“You look very dashing, my love. What's the occasion, hm?” You cooed in a coy whisper against his lips, fingers lightly scratching at the nape of his neck affectionately, feeling him tense for a second before he melted into your touch. A low groan rumbled deep in his chest, his hands moving to your lower back to pin you against his body, his eyes fluttering shut with a sigh. “I'm… trying to be romantic. I wanted to ask you… but… I wanted it to be special, yknow.” Conquest admitted in a quiet mutter, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment, opening his eyes to meet your loving expression.
Oh your heart has never melted faster, he went out of his comfort zone to do this? Pressing your forehead against his, your hands moved to gently cup his face in your palms, running your thumbs soothingly over the lines of his jaw. “Oh honey… I'm flattered you did this for me, I love it. But you know you could've just asked, right? Did you think I would say no?” The silence from him was a clear answer, that was exactly why he'd gone to these lengths, the one thing that kept him from just coming to you about it. “...I didn't want to take it… I wanted to earn it.”
You silenced him with a sweet kiss, closing the final distance between you two, your lips meeting his in a gesture of tender love. Conquest melted like hot lead in a forge, returning your kiss with the same slow devotion, wanting to completely memorize the taste of you. His hands roamed hesitantly at first, when you arched into his touch he gained more confidence, one hand getting a handful of your round ass while the other cradled the back of your head.
“Are you sure, kitten? We don't have to if you don't… want to. There's one of your cheesy love movies and snacks if you…” He murmured against your lips, searching your face for any hint of the rejection he was expecting. You teased the edge of his mustache, twirling the gray hairs around your finger. “I'm sure, Con, if I wasn't I'd tell you.”
A squeak of surprise devolved into excited giggles when Conquest swept you into his arms, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, leaving you to dangle there. You couldn't even get a witty retort out before his bionic hand playfully swatted your ass, at least you had your arrogant old man back, right? Carrying you off to the bedroom, he could feel his heart racing with anticipation, a year of patiently waiting had finally paid off.
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The bedroom was heavy with tension on the crest of breaking, soft music hummed in the background but neither of you were paying any attention to it, too busy getting each other out of your clothes. His hands were all over every inch of your skin he could get, pulling the black fabric down your body, while you were eagerly unbuttoning his shirt. Goosebumps flushed across your body when your dress slid off, pooling around your feet on the floor, leaving you in nothing but black lace underneath.
That got a growl from Conquest as his eye landed on your exposed skin, looking over your body like it was the first time, in this context it was the first time he was seeing you like this. When you undid the last button on his shirt he shrugged the maroon fabric off, letting it fall to the floor, revealing his defined muscles dusted in coarse gray hair. You couldn't keep your eyes off him either, his pecs were practically begging for your attention, leaning in to press a kiss between the firm muscles.
“You're killin’ me, kitten… I don't know how to be gentle…” You looked up at him through your lashes, a grin mirroring his own on your lips, getting up on your tippy toes to press a coy kiss to his throat. “It's okay, baby, I don't mind. This is our chance to find our own pace.” That was all he needed to hear. Conquest pulled you into a sloppy, needy kiss, backing you up until the back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress.
A soft moan got swallowed up by his greedy kiss when his hands guided you down, his body settling over yours in a mountain of warm, unmoveable muscle. Tongue slipping into your mouth to explore every corner, Conquest eagerly fumbled with your bra first, struggling with the clip for a second before he got it. The moment your breasts were freed he pulled away from the kiss, his lips not leaving your skin for long, trailing wet kisses and nips down your throat. You reached out to hold onto his shoulders, back arching up into his kisses as he moved to your chest.
“Gods… look at you, pretty girl. So perfect…” he murmured against your skin, taking both mounds into his hands, thumbs teasing over your stiffened nipples. That earned him a needy little noise, stoking the fire building in his blood, he'd never been this aroused in his long life. Taking a nipple into his mouth, his tongue worked the bud as he nipped and nibbled, leaving marks from his crooked teeth behind before he swapped over to the neglected one.
“Oh Con… please…” You whined when he laved your breasts in worship, feeling warmth pooling in your gut so intense it stole your breath, leaving you a panting mess beneath him. The weight of his body on top of yours was the only thing keeping you grounded, an ocean of pent up desire threatening to swallow you whole, how had you gone this long without this? A sudden absence of his lips on your chest caught your attention, you opened your mouth to ask if he was okay, but the words caught in your throat when your eyes met his.
The amber in his eye looked almost molten with heat, looking up at you between your thick thighs, his hot breaths ghosting over the damp fabric of your panties. “Relax, let me make you feel good first…” Conquest purred in a gravely huff, pressing a hot kiss to the soft flesh of your inner thigh, before taking the lace between his teeth. Your pupils were blown wide as you watched with rapt attention, that had to be the most exotic sight ever, watching as he slid the panties free from your body. The moment they were off his face was buried in the apex of your thighs, inhaling the sweet, musky scent of your arousal.
His prosthetic hand trailed up to grab a handful of your belly, the other throwing one of your legs over his shoulder, keeping it pinned there in an iron tight grip. A loud, unashamed groan vibrated against your slick folds as he dove in, his tongue sliding through the wet warmth that greeted him. Your hands darted down to the back of his head, your own head thrown back against the messy sheets, moans swelling up in your chest. Conquest was eating like a man who'd starved his whole life, sucking and licking up the juices that flowed freely, his noises of enjoyment muffled by your cunt.
“Fuck, you taste so damn good… so wet for me, kitten.” The words were lost in the obscene sounds of his enjoyment, his mouth latching around your sensitive clit, swirling his tongue around the bud just to get more whimpers from you. Letting go of your leg he slipped his hand between your thighs, teasing around your entrance, grinning against you when he felt your hips buck into his touch. “Good girl…” he murmured, slowly pushing his index finger into your tight walls, feeling the suction pulling him in. You felt like heaven itself, a beautiful benediction, something so perfect that he didn't know if he deserved it.
How had he turned you into a squirming, moaning mess already? As he worked your velvet walls open, sucking your clit like his life depended on it, you felt like you were melting. “Oh fuck- that feels so good… ohhhh my god-!” You mewled as the pleasure built up in your gut, feeling like a raging furnace under your skin, making your heart race against your ribs. Gasping when another one of his thick fingers pushed into you, your hips squirmed against his face, toes curling when he started massaging your g-spot. “Con, please, I'm… I'm gonna…”
“Come on, baby girl, cum for me. You can do it…” Conquest encouraged through ragged breaths, feeling your pussy clenching tight around his fingers, quivering in anticipation of the release. Returning his mouth to your clit to slurp the throbbing bundle of nerves, his fingers crooked up to the sweet spot, massaging your walls with a steady friction. The groan that left him when you came was nothing short of animalistic, eagerly lapping up the juices that coated his chin in abundance, not wanting to let a single drop go to waste. You had barely come down enough to catch your breath when his weight settled on top of you again, his lips crashing against yours so you could taste your own arousal, stealing your breath away.
You don't know when he'd ditched his slacks, but you sure found out when you felt him against your thigh, his hips slotting between your spread legs. Your eyes snapped open in disbelief, pulling away from the kiss to try and catch your breath, hands resting on his chest when you met his gaze. “Holy shit, baby… are you sure that will even fit?” Conquest snorted a laugh at that, pressing a reassuring kiss to your temple, rolling his hips so you could feel every thick inch of his cock. “Mmm, of course it will, princess. You were made just for me after all, besides, I think that pretty pussy of yours is begging for it…”
Swallowing your whimper with another kiss, he reached down to spread your legs as wide as they'd go, his prosthetic keeping one leg pinned open while he grasped his cock in the other. Letting out a soft hiss against your lips as he pumped his length in his fist, Conquest glided the head through the sticky juices coating your fat cunt, his ego inflating when you squirmed beneath him. “Just breathe, baby girl, you can take it…” he cooed when he began pushing the tip into your tight walls, sliding his hand under your hips to tilt them upwards, slowly working his girthy length inside.
The stretch was the most intense, intimate thing you'd ever felt in your whole life. Tears involuntarily welled up in your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck to instinctively cling to him, your lips parted in a silent cry as he stuffed you with his cock. When he buried himself to the base your breath returned to you, a choked sob coming out as you felt him pull you into a bear hug, cradling you against his massive torso and shushing you softly. “That's it sweetheart, you are doing so good, taking me so perfectly… I told you it'd fit.”
“Con- holy fuck…” You managed to squeak out through gasps, shaking like a leaf under him as your body adjusted to being so full, clinging to him for dear life. You knew he was a big ass man, of course he'd have a monster dick to go with that body of his, no wonder his ego is so massive. Burying your face in the crook of his neck, you ran your fingers through his hair, gently scratching his nape. “Fuck… okay. I'm okay. I think… you can move now, please.”
Giving you a shit eating grin, like the cocky bastard he is, Conquest slowly pulled his length out before driving back in. He took pride in stealing your breath, the way you clung to him so desperately, your nails digging against his invulnerable skin, it was intoxicating. His hips moved with a slow, deep rhythm, taking his sweet time stirring his cock in your warm heat. You were babbling a stream of moans while he marked your skin, kissing and sucking marks into your throat and collarbone, he wanted the whole universe to know who you belonged to.
“Yeah, fuck, that's it kitten. Take my cock, have every inch of me. You're mine, mine to pleasure, mine to fill.” Conquest snarled against your skin, the rhythm shifting as he started to pick up the pace, his heavy balls hitting your ass in wet slaps while he pounded your pussy raw. Moving to grab your legs under the knees, he pushed them up towards your chest, nearly folding you in half. His eye was glued to your swollen folds, how his cock slid in and out of your clenching walls, your juices coating him in a sticky, white cream. “Ughhh… look at you, princess. She's so hungry for my cock, isn't she? Swallowing me right up…”
The sudden angle change and his filthy words made you sob in bliss, slapping your hands over your face in flustered embarrassment, heat flushing your skin like a wild fever. His cock felt like it was in your guts, punishing every sweet spot in you with his heavy thrusts, melting your brain into a puddle of mush. “Yes, oh god yes-! Please baby, fuckkkk, it's so much!” The words came out before you could even think of them, flowing out with the waterfall of keening cries, the room thick with the sounds of your coupling.
That made him pick up his pace, growls of your name filling the air as he watched you start to shatter, it was the most beautiful sight. Conquest leaned in using his chest to press your knees to your chest, folding you completely, leaving you vulnerable beneath him. His free hand grabbed a fist full of your hair, pulling you into a messy kiss, keeping his ruthless rhythm as your body locked up under his. He felt the fist tight grip of your cunt clenching down, the juices squirting out around his cock to coat his thighs, and the silent scream currently being swallowed up.
That's when he let himself go, burying balls deep in your quivering pussy with a soul shattering groan, pumping his thick, hot seed into you. For a long time Conquest stayed like that, pressed against you in the warm afterglow of his orgasm, clinging to you as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.
“Mnghh… Con, I'm gonna get a cramppp…” You mumbled and half-heartedly pushed his shoulders, a pointless effort considering he was as immovable as a mountain, but it was the effort that counts right? He grumbled something before sitting up, letting your legs fall back onto the bed, leaving you a sprawled, fucked out mess. Conquest couldn't help but smirk with pride at his work, you were covered in blooming hickies and a sheen of sweat, his cum leaking from your abused pussy when he pulled his limp cock out.
“Oh you poor thing, I couldn't let you get a cramp now could I? That'd be cruel.” You shot him a playful glare at his comment, sighing when he scooped you up into a bridal style, carrying you off to the master bathroom. “You're a jerk, you know that, right? You're lucky I love you, old man.” Conquest narrowed his eye at the old man insult, baring his teeth in a wolfish grin, setting you on the counter and boxing you in with his body.
“Old man? I might be old, but I'm not weak, kitten. Keep talking and I'll remind you of that fact.” You audibly gulped despite your own cheeky grin, getting a second wind of confidence, leaning in to whisper in the most bratty tone you could muster. “Don't threaten me with a good time, old man.”
You did not get that bath like planned. You ended up with your face buried in the sheets again, except this time he wasn't being Mr Romantic, it's a good thing you don't have neighbors.
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“So, still think I'm an old man, princess?” Conquest asked smugly as he ran his fingers through your hair, soaping up your scalp as you leaned into his touch, savoring the warm water and comfort of his body cushioning yours. You blinked blearily and tilted your head back to meet his gaze, an exhausted, deadpan expression painting your sleepy features. “... Nope… definitely not.” Conquest cackled, pressing a kiss to your forehead, tilting your head forward so he could continue bathing you. “Good answer, kitten.”
a/n: look im on the agenda that conquest doesn't fuck and i mean this bcs he's so touch starved and all he wants is to be loved
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Conquest fears everything he’s ever felt. The loneliness he feels is foreign to Viltrumites. Conquest fears his affections for you. It’s a weakness that’ll get him killed if the Empire found out. Until then Conquest holds you with all the gentleness his bulky frame can muster.
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Conquest’s hands are calloused. Too rough and bloody to hold you he thinks. But too in love that he has to squeeze your hand whenever he holds it. It’s a firm and tight grip as if to remind himself that you are real. Hugs with him are suffocating. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath with every hug. He breathes your scent in comforted all ready, then he listens to your heart beat the calm rhythm wiping away his stress. He opens his eyes, truly observing you. He sees how you’re pressed against him, the flutter of your eyelashes, and finally places the sweetest kiss on your lips.
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Conquest never rushes to feel you. Never tugs you this or that way during sex and never leaves marks on you. He loves you too much to bruise you. He’d need convincing to be rough in bed or to leave things like hickeys. He doesn’t understand what pleasure you could get from him being rough with you. He’s rough with everybody but never you.
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Conquest who’s first time ends in tears. The biggest most feared men in the Empire weeps as he’s touched. It’s everything he never thought he could have. You direct him in every way, assure him, and give praise and all of it is too sweet. He simply can’t handle it.
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Conquest always lets you set the pace. Whether you want to fuck yourself on him or take your time trailing kisses along his body the choice is yours. Although he wouldn’t be rough or deny your orgasm, he goes crazy when you do it to him. He’s definitely a masochist and loves the feeling of you taking charge of him.
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Conquest who enjoys your period. It’s the best thing he’s tasted and would spend hours and hours if he could licking you up.
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Conquest who’s entire day is thrown off if you have an argument. He worships the ground you walk on and is desperate to make amends.
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Conquest who’s insecure and never believed he could have such sweet things. His biggest fear is that you’ll end up scared of him. That one day he’ll ruin it all.
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Conquest who’s ready to fight and die for you his entire existence belongs to you.
another writing exercise but not recent i just want to post it
mdni again just bc i don’t want that (sexual content mentioned)
painful silence stretched after cecil stepped away from you. conquest was sizing you up. unamused, unmoving. his face was weathered stone. such a perfect viltrumite dog… your subconscious supplied readily. look at how they trained him.
“you’re from the star.”
observant guy… but, you weren’t here to get annoyed with him. you concentrated on the leftover heat cecil’s dominance had left in you, and let it wash over your form. i am perfect. i am flawless. he’s a predictable viltrumite. he’ll fall for me. the affirmations helped.
“how’d you know?” the question flowed smoothly. conquest stared at you, before making a controlled show of smelling the air.
“you’re just the rest of them. covered in ozone and sex. they let you protect earth? do they know what your kind do to pass the time?”
“aww, what’s so bad about it?” raising your hands placatingly, you walked closed to him. his eye tracked you closely, never moving before you did. “it’s fun, i always enjoy it, and-“ still reeling from the rush of cecil teasing you earlier, you leaned close to the side of conquest’s face.
your people were granted extreme precision with all of their senses. you could smell the burnt gas that clung to conquest’s viltrumite uniform. you could smell copper, leftovers of his, or nolan’s, or mark’s blood. you could smell his very pheromones. that’s how you knew, when a cloying sweetness reached your nose, that you had him. the web you wove had him ensnared. he was yours fully.
“-my partners always enjoy it too.” you leaned back as slowly as you were moving before. this time, his head followed you. you watched conquest chase the leftover heat of your form.
it was enthralling.
“…it’s filthy. it keeps you from seeking real power.” conquest barely managed to spit out, missing all of his mockery from barely a minute ago. poor, secluded, sad, old man. how long had it been since someone touched him? is that why he wanted to insult you? as much as you hated to admit it, cecil was right. you did pity hum.
“i have plenty of power during sex. do you want me to show you?” you stood close enough to admire the faint blush that began to spread over his face. “i wouldn’t mind… you’d just have to agree to my terms.”
“i am loyal to my empire. your disguise might be enough for that fool,” conquest’s head jerked in cecil’s general direction. “but i know the truth. you’re inferior. the idea of breeding with you-“
your smile broke his concentration. “you’re thinking about it.”it was a whisper. continuing, you brought up a hand, and brushed it through the hair above his temple. “you’re imagining me..” he shivered as you gently carded your fingers through, stopping behind his ear. right where the tendon of his neck met with the base of his skull. “that means… i’m somewhere right here.”
“that’s enough.” cecil’s hand was back around your wrist, dragging you away from conquest. “he’s calm. job over.”
“but i-“
“you didn’t even want to be here.” he hissed. the sharpness of his anger filled you with unabashed glee. someone’s jealous. “go home. now.”
Could i request different conquest varients from different universes coming to the same one and creating a harem of conquests for male reader.
Maybe some of the conquests lost their readers in their universe, maybe some never had them. And then reader, maybe they didnt have a conquest in that universe, or he was evil and the harem comes to save the reader. I just think little ol human man who like movie dates and cuddling with his pack of conquests that would kill anyone who dares breathing near reader without asking is adorable and hot.
And maybe some nsfw if you want but im more here for overprotective and possessive conquest pack that treats reader with all the cuteness and love in the world
Between work and being sick, this request completely slipped through the cracks, and for that I apologize! This will be a headcanon type layout with some scenes sprinkled in. As for the other part of this ask you sent in, I will be making that a bit of smutty oneshot, separate from this post! I hope that's alright and thank you for your patience!
Some nsfw will be below the second divider!
Harem of Conquests x M!Reader
Your universe does have a Conquest. One who despises you.
He does not like any human, but you specifically? Oh buddy, he hates you.
One day, he finally gets a hold of you. Promising your demise is coming. However, as he grabs you by your shirt, snatching you off of the ground, his body is slammed into.
He releases you and once you look up, you see another Conquest. Beating up your universe's Conquest.
Your ears are ringing from how hard you had hit the ground. You grab your head and sit up, trying to find out who your savior is. When your eyes hit Conquest, you cannot help but rub them and look again. Two Conquests stand before you. One obliterating the other. Your jaw drops open, mouth agape.
You scoot back, your brain unable to wrap around the fact that there are in fact two of the man that wants you dead. You bump into something you can only describe as solid. You turn around, your eyes hitting another Conquest.
The new Conquest pulls you up from your spot and eyes you up and down. He wears a flannel shirt and no prosthetic arm. He asks if you are alright.
After that, they come in droves. Your Conquest does not stand a chance against the multiple that have appeared.
They all focus on you once the one killing you is dead. Their heads snapping towards you like owls.
You are in too much shock to really do anything other than wave at them, the flannel Conquest holding you up.
They do not kill you. They show no signs of wanting you gone... In fact, they all seem to want you.
Now your universe has multiple Conquests, all over you.
Good luck shaking them off, they aren't leaving you until you're dead and gone, which is not happening on their watch.
You learn that some of them had you in their universe and you died. You learn that some of them did not have you and were curious when they were finally able to get to you.
You learn quickly that living with multiple Conquests is not for the faint of heart.
While they are all different in small, odd ways, they are mostly the same. Big, brutish men, who are all obsessed with you.
They do not fight each other over you, but may the universe help any poor soul that does bother you...
At least one is always with you, never wanting to let you go. Most of the time this is fine, until you have to actually work or do something important.
"Conquest," You warn the one with you, your voice low. "I need to get this done for work, I promise you and all of the other yous will be fine for like, 20 minutes!" You huff, typing away at your keyboard. "Go off and do something fun without me-"
This confuses Conquest. "Fun? Without you?" He laughs. You groan and continue to work. His strong hands hit your tense shoulders, and you only tense up further, heat prickling across your cheeks. "There is no such thing! Get your work done and we can have real fun!
You relax into his touch. "Whatever." You grumble, leaning onto your hand and looking over your screen.
While your Conquests are nice, they are still all from Viltrum. You learn quickly that they all act like it.
They are all touch starved, protective, and will kill for you. Over the slightest things.
They all adore you, and even if having new roommates is hard, they all love you dearly and definitely show it.
They love nothing more than during movie nights or rainy days to just pile up around you/on top of you. You barely see the movie and probably cannot breathe properly, but hey, they're hot!!
Nothing bad is happening to you ever, and you cannot help but wonder why they picked you. But they did. And you are grateful.
NSFW Below
These guys are Touch Starved. To the extreme. Every single one of them.
They of course, do not do anything without your permission, but they are all so needy.
Their hands are almost always on you. In some way. Outside, Conquest places his hand on the small of your back, guiding you where you need to go. Inside?? Oh boy, they are all all over you!
You almost always have hands on your shoulders, back, chest, down your pants.
You are almost always covered in hickeys and small bruises from their mouths, teeth, and strong grips.
They would all die happy giving you a blowjob, and you are in luck, because they can all hold their breaths for an ungodly amount of time.
Admittedly though, this can get annoying... quickly.
You groan as Conquest's mouth takes your full length. The Conquest behind you holds you steady for the one on his knees in front of you. Your hands are being held ever so gently by the one behind you, keeping you from fidgeting too much. Several of them look on, palming their pants or praising you. "Being so good for us," some of them growl out. "Come on," another grunts, "let him do something. This is no fun!"
Your hands are released and they go for Conquest's head immediately. Your hips buck, his hands holding your thighs down keeps you from much movement. "Fuck!" You hiss out. Your hips roll, you feel his throat. He does not gag or pull back for air once. As you near your climax your thrusts into his mouth quicken. Conquest pulls back from you. You groan and your hands are restrained again. "Thought you'd cum so soon?" He teases. Another one laughs. You should know by now that it is never quick and easy with any of them.
They are all teases. They will all edge you until you're in tears, begging for them to let you cum.
They LOVE praise. Please praise them always.
One way to get them to let you finish is by praising them. Hit them with 'good boy' and they will cum while you do.
I have soooo many thoughts about the Conquest Harem I could go on forever.... I will be writing a oneshot for them as I stated before. if you have any other questions concerning them/this idea, feel free to ask! I love this so much!
I don't think I have ever written nsfw for a male!reader before, I hope you liked it and I'm figuring things out about myself :)
Hear me out, Conquest seeing you bathing and you beckoning him to join you. Slight problem he’s in fact a BIG man, so he’s not sure he’ll fit in the damn tub he never even uses. But seeing that cute little pout? Who is he to deny his pet? So he climbs in behind, water spills out over the edge and it’s a tangle of limbs and cramped. But at least you’re close together.
This is the idea of ideas. Oh, Nonny, thank you so much for choosing me to be the writer of this ask. Excuse me as I melt away at the thought of this kay byeeeeeeeeeeee. 🫠🥴
Little Bird🕊️
Pairing: Conquest x F!Reader
Warnings: (18+) smut. domestic bliss, fluff, established relationship, bath sex, blood kink, biting, choking, creampie
Summary: Conquest catches you at a bad time, but it does not deter him. It just makes things interesting.
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It’s silent on the ship. So vast and empty. You’re dressed in nothing but a soft towel wrapped around your silhouette, tucked in just under your arms. You toss a handful of dried flowers onto the surface of the water before pouring a drizzle of aromatic soap from a glass vial into the still flowing faucet.
An immediate froth of suds forms and propels a cloud of freshness upwards with the steam. It’s a scent within the same classification as mint, or maybe pine from your world. It’s not as sweet as the likes of rosemary or even licorice root, but it’s nowhere near as bitter as hemlock with its earthy vegetation. It lies in an unnamable and foreign classification, reviving to your senses. You’re grateful he managed to find an aromatic blend that didn’t smell like it would singe your eyebrows off. He had to be careful in his selection, making certain to avoid herbs that could prove toxic to humans.
You step into the tub after turning the faucet off, allowing your legs to adjust to the temperature before slowly easing yourself to sitting. The warmth climbs up your form, acclimating to the welcoming cradle of the basin. You’re able to finally breathe your stress away. It’s sometimes hard to be away from home in a strange land with no one to even know your name, let alone your precarious origins. When everything out here is fighting for a chance to kill you at all times, quiet moments like this are deeply cherished.
You sink further past the surface until the water reaches the small portion of your face between your upper lip and nose. The nape of your neck begins to soak in nearby suds as moisture climbs up your scalp. While exhaling deeply again, you push the swirling bubbles away from your face with the subtle current when a voice from across the room brings you to open your eyes.
“Didn’t take long for you to make yourself at home.” Conquest announces while sporting an array of deep-tissue wounds from head to toe, his uniform half shredded off. “You look like a little bird preening her feathers.
“You told me to help myself.” You try to hide the fact he startled you, but the audible splash of movement was clearly too hard to hide. “So I did. Besides, don’t you always call me kitten?”
“I remember.” Conquest is smiling his crooked smile at you and you watch his line of sight break away from your eyes, shifting lower and lower until he starts imagining what lies beyond the suds. “And I do.”
“You look like you need this more than me though.” You mention, acknowledging his filthy appearance. From shoulder to shoulder, he spans nearly the full breadth of the door frame. The sheer broadness of his stature raises your heartrate, surprising you every time you witness him for yourself.
“I can always hose myself down with the pressure washer in the bay.” He jokes, but you can tell he’s serious. He dares not to ruin something so pure.
“Don’t be stupid.” You won’t take no for an answer, scooting forward as if to make room for him. “Get in here.”
Conquest examines himself, finding that he is a bit worse for wear than he thought. His cuts, ruptures and lacerations are still leaking while alien blood stains what’s left of his uniform. Hues of green and blue flow like watercolors into Conquest’s red. “You sure?”
You don’t respond, instead choosing to give him a look he knows well. He nods in reciprocation, regarding your word as final. With a slow seal of his gaze, he chuckles under his breath before regaining eye contact. He holds it as he floats into the room, leaving footprints after settling himself back on the floor. He stares at you seductively as he peels the uniform from the one shoulder it’s still adhered, letting it drop to his feet.
Thankfully a good amount of the grime is left behind when he sheds the layer, and your eyes are soon drawn to his massive package now revealed. As he approaches, you shimmy forward, nearly putting your knees to your chest so that he can fit. By the way he towers over you, it is clear this is going to be a tight squeeze.
He awkwardly lifts his leg over the side of the tub and steps in. His second leg follows and the level rises significantly. He steadies himself with both hands on the edge at either side of you, proceeding to slide in. Water starts spilling as it splashes over the edge. There go your pretty flowers, now scattered to the surrounding floor. The scent of death lingers on him, melded with the fragrant bath suds. His brows are knit together as it pains him to spoil your good time, but the grin on your face assures him that there’s no other place you’d want him to be.
There’s no hiding the presence of his package at your back. You can feel it pressed up against your spine as he gathers you into his clutches. You lean into him, using his spanning abdomen and chest as a comfortable bed of sorts as he encompasses you fully. With a bite of your lip, you rest your cheek on his forearm, getting a little bit of his blood on your face. “You’re hurt.”
“A papercut.” His rumbling voice is felt within your own torso, as if that sensation is stemming from within your own ribcage. “All healed in a day’s time.”
“I should see the other guys, right?” This is a line you both have shared often as his gory homecomings happen on a regular basis. You cup some water in your palm and splash it on his skin to cleanse it.
“Isn’t that how the saying goes?” He answers your question with one of his own while dragging his mustache up the length of your neck, ticking you with his stray hairs, hot breath flowing about your face.
“You only know that saying because of me.” You add, taking credit for his adoption of your lingo.
“It’s a good one.” He kisses your cheek first before nibbling on your earlobe to hear you sweetly whine for him. “That’s something we don’t have on Viltrum.”
“What’s that?” You ask, sensing the answer to this query but wanting to hear him say it.
“Jokes.” He shrugs. “Humor.”
“Your people laugh, don’t they?” You turn your head to look him in the eye. “Everyone laughs.”
“That very well may be true, but it’s what we laugh at that doesn’t align.” His clarification is made clear when your eyes become fixed on the murky water, now clouded with blood and silt.
“Oh.” You are reminded of the brutality of his race and why he is feared, right down to the kind of person he is in front of others when you’re with him. “That’s right.”
Conquest senses you sort of shut down, slumping forward in his arms. You notice he treats you differently when you are in public. He’s a bit colder. His soft side concealed. He cannot risk giving anyone ammunition against you, deciding the best way to overcome that is to be so devoutly and aggressively defensive of you that no one dares to test him.
“I scare you at times.” Conquest beats you to the punch he thinks you’re preparing. “You can say it.”
“It’s true, you’re scary.” You agree flatly. “But I am not scared of you.”
“How does that work?” Conquest is unable to see the correlation, requiring an explanation.
“Your strength. Your anger. The way people cower when they hear you speak.” You begin listing things, feeling Conquest’s posture fail him with every mention. “That is, in itself, objectively scary. But that’s your intent, isn’t it? To frighten others.”
“Mmm…” He listens, hearing all the things he tells himself but finding they sound differently coming from your mouth.
“I know you never have the intent to frighten me, though.” You enlighten him, making the distinction clear for even him to see. “I can tell the difference.”
“How does it make you feel when I, for instance…” He pauses, taking the time to properly gather his thoughts “Kill in the name of protecting what’s mine.”
“Oh, you mean like when you punched the head off the bartender that tried to slip drugs into my cocktail last week?”
“Yeah.” Conquest grins, prideful for the move. “That.”
“I think it’s pretty hot.” You swiftly turn around to straddle his waist, rubbing yourself against him. His gargantuan hands settle at your hips and the breadth of his palm could nearly serve as a full-fledged belt.
He’s stiff as can be. You’re as wet as the day is long. He can feel the slick variation in the presence of your slippery juices and the surrounding water. Conquest ruts upward and his cock collides with your swollen clit, shifting it with much pressure. A jolt of sensation travels through you like an electric zap. You want more, feeding into the friction by continuously grinding against his exposed shaft.
“Is that right?” Conquest asks in a quieter tone, just above a whisper. There’s a slight rasp in his typical speaking voice that grows thicker when he talks so softly. It sends tingles down your spine as he anchors your hips to him, pushing you down harder on his cock. He still has not breached inside yet, enjoying this time he’s sliding you back and forth.
You moan and whimper, all weight of responsibility removed as you’re able to just sit there and let him shift you. You surrender to his hold as he flexes his cock. You feel it pulsate between your thighs so you arch your back into it, tucking your face beneath his chin to kiss the stubble on his Adam’s apple all the way up to his jawline.
He lifts his mechanical limb, some suds clinging to the plates of metal as it shines. The blots of bubbles drip from his arm into your hair as he cups your face, lifting your chin so he can press his mouth to yours. His wiry mustache pokes your upper lip upon the initial touch, and you revel in the sharpness; like a thorn on a rose. His mouth is scarred and the taste of blood lingers on his tongue when it slips past your teeth.
He breaks the kiss first, pulling away to watch as you lick your lips. Conquest sees a smear of red making it look like lipstick and his expression takes on an apologetic appearance as he swipes his thumb against your mouth to try and collect it. Though instead, you catch him unexpectedly by opening your chops to suck on the digit, biting it fiercely. His jagged teeth flash at you and he resembles a shark with that pointed maw of his, bearing down on his own lip. He shoots a coy sneer at you, playful while knowing better than to second guess your pursuits.
You hold onto his hand while sucking his thumb, dragging the digit in and out of your mouth like sucking his cock. Your teeth rake harshly against it as you pull it out with a loud pop, savoring the powerful notes of iron. “Yeah, that’s right.”
He becomes lost in thought while admiring and examining you. After a few moments, you feel his eyes stray and descend along with the swift disappearance of his smile. You begin to wonder what’s going on in that head of his, cupping it to trace the tail end of his scar that rests at the apple of his cheek. You gaze into the eye with the fogged out iris, then back to his black and strained pupil. “What is it?”
“This.” His answer is simple but it holds immeasurable weight.
“The tub?” You play around, meeting his declaration with a rhetorical suggestion.
“No.” He chuckles dryly. “Any old trough could serve us just as well.”
“What makes this unique then?”
He picks off a couple waterlogged petals from your shoulder and drops them into the bath. “You.”
You bashfully grin at him, able to decipher that he’s going to say more. He’s left his mouth ajar like he’s thinking of what to mention next, but he doesn’t let the words leave. He seems distracted so you grind against him to get his attention. With an acquiescing groan, his eyes land back on you.
“Where’d you just go?” You ask, wanting to know where his thoughts have wandered.
Mental images flash through his perspective. With you as close as you are, they flicker back to his vanquished enemies. Your proximity reminds Conquest of how he would hold them close before breaking their necks, impaling their torso, or the taste of blood in his mouth after he’s just sprayed himself with viscera. He’s not defeated by his memories from mere moments ago, let alone through the many millennia he’s suffered this routine. He is able to decipher the contrast between then and the present. Contrarily, his heart and mind cannot fathom how he can find normalcy in this devilish dichotomy of being soft and gentle with you here and yet mercilessly brutal out there. “Nowhere important.”
“I can’t believe it either.” You know what is going through his mind, opting to carry the weight for him.
“I have lived for centuries.” He starts with a scoff. “It isn’t until now that I am finally starting to understand why you earthlings are able to make the most of your inconceivably short lives.”
“Oh yeah?” You pry, wanting to know his perspective on this touching secret. “And how do you figure that?”
“There’s no time to lose. Not a second.” Conquest shakes his head from side to side, defeated in coming up with loopholes or deviations in this harsh truth. “You choose to fill it with laughter and joy, meaningless commodities in my culture.”
“Not just that.” You trace his scar again, fluttering your eyelids closed to kiss his lips before reopening your eyes. “We do it for love.”
“Love.” He repeats the word as if he never thought he would recite it himself. “I wish that was all it took.”
“But it is.” You reason astutely. “The lie that hate could ever outweigh it is as old as time.”
“I don’t think there’s any hope in getting my people to come to terms with their whole identity being a lie.” He finds humor in the darkness, smirking with a shrug of his wide shoulders.
“What about you?” You ask, wanting his perspective now.
“Hm?” He’s unsure what you’re getting at.
“Do you believe love is all it takes?”
He pauses for a couple seconds and softens. You see his pupil grow in size with a subtle glisten appearing at his water line before his eyes meet yours. “I do now.”
Neither of you can wait any longer. As you wrap your arms around his neck, he lifts you up by the hips and seats you directly on his cock. The heat of the bath is no match for your scorching entrance and he groans loudly at that first thrust. He’s nowhere close to being all the way in yet as his head is barely pushed past your internal threshold. You cry out loudly into his ear, already so full and wanting more.
He thrusts upwards and moves you down at the same time. Thinking this is the perfect opportunity, you begin to bite his neck, breathing heavily while sucking on the sweet spot where his jawline meets his jugular. With each thrust, you arch into it again. As a result, your clit drags against his pubic wreath and his bushy hair adds delicious friction.
Feeling confident you want to show him what you’re made of, you use the force of your weight to begin thrusting down onto him, almost slamming against his pelvis though painfully lagged down by the bath. Wave after wave sloshes out, but neither of you care anymore.
In dire need of air, you pull back to look Conquest in the face as you fuck him. You support yourself with both palms to his chest, staring into his open mouth to watch his tongue flex and curl as he grunts. You want to be bitten by those teeth. Licked by that tongue. But first…
You take his mechanical fist from where it lies on your hip and move it to your neck whispering, “Choke me.”
Conquest promptly clamps that hand around your throat. He affords you enough ability to still breathe through being squeezed. He adjusts his hold with intermittent tightness so he can hear you gasp and go silent. You’re getting pinched by the plates moving against each other, like little fires igniting on your skin. His expressions tell all, that no matter how often this happens, you’re star struck by his handsomeness and that fierce soul of his. Not to mention the sheer fact he chose you.
He yanks you towards him by the throat, his battered and beaten face barely an inch in front of yours. He studies your expressions as he impales you on his cock. The breath of your exasperation falls on his skin and he inhales it like smoke before being overcome with obsession for you and driving his tongue into your open mouth. It swirls around sloppily and savagely parts from you with a rough kiss, but before he could recede completely, you chomp on his lip. He retracts it through the pain, allowing you to clench your jaws harder as it snaps back into his face.
Conquest releases your neck but doesn’t fully let go, speaking words into your mouth for you to swallow up. “Watch out. This kitten bites.”
“I bet you bite harder.” You challenge, sultry with your words.
“I’m willing to test it.” He accepts your proposal, moving his hand up to hold your head and expose your neck. He hums to himself as he admires your heartbeat thrumming beneath the surface of your skin. With a widening of his mouth, you suddenly are made aware of every distinct tooth, its angle and sharpness as each one has you in its vice. He clenches his jaw, then releases it but only slightly, repetitively meeting your flesh with the sting of his initial bite, reviving all the nerves he’s set aflame. He could easily chew your throat right out of your neck, esophagus and all, yet he treats you with the perfect measure of force and restraint, never pushing you into the danger zone.
As his rakes and nibbles move down, he starts to explore your chest, testing the waters by switching his attention to your nipples. He moves his head between both breasts as he attempts to sample both at the same time, realizing the attempts are futile. The solution he comes up with is to cup both from the bottom and smoosh them to his face.
“Hnnnngh…” You vocalize when the cool wind hits the saliva he’s slathered all over you. When he pulls away, you get a wave of chills. Your nipples stiffen even more, and it becomes difficult to disguise your goosebumps. “Don’t stop… It’s cold.”
“We can’t be having that, can’t we?” Conquest’s grin spreads across his face as he smiles at you. You’re so precious to him. He finds honor in providing you with comfort, especially knowing he’s lacked so much in his lifetime.
While it’s also about time to change location, he bestows you with a parting bite. However, with his cock still driven into you and his mouth still latched to a breast, he levitates out of the tub. A surge of bath water splatters to the floor with the disruption as he gives you a few thrusts in midair. You partly feel like you’re levitating while also are made astutely aware of just how exactly he’s holding you up.
Your eyes scan your surroundings as they move past you with Conquest still lazily rutting as you emit a bemused giggle or two. He flies you into the next room where you both soak the nearest bed. He lets go of his hold on your breasts with his mouth to rest you on the warm sheets atop the plush mattress. He sets you down gently on your back so that he may climb over you, casting his shadow with the dimmed overhead light. There is still some spittle present on his lip from his exploration of your body just now and he can see that you want to taste it. “I know just what you need.”
“I need you.” You pull his face closer by grabbing his head in your hands. As he dips lower to fulfill your wish with zealous kisses, he is slamming into your pussy until his veiny length has fully vanished into you.
Your legs are suspended in the air and while Conquest is still tastefully crushing you with his weight, he takes both by the back of the knees and dexterously folds you in half, unexpectedly pushing all air out of your lungs. You exclaim with every thrust, high-pitched and continuous despite not being able to take in a proper lungful. “Oh! Fuck! Yes! Harder!”
Conquest straightens his posture and watches his girth get swallowed up by your entrance. He rears back to completely exit you before slamming at full force. You are able to feel every inch as it drags against your walls and the flex of his cock when it involuntarily twitches before he does it again. You go from stark empty to an unfathomable wholeness over and over and over. Before long, it appears that you are getting cock dumb, unsure if you can hold out for any longer before exploding, but he’s not through yet.
“You know that’s my favorite part.” He tosses your right leg to the side and helps adjust you to turning along with it. While sitting on his knees, he’s holding your left leg and hugging it to his torso. This different position makes you feel his cock from a new angle, hitting parts you didn’t feel before. The elating sensations cause you to grab fistfuls of bedding, burying your face into the covers absentmindedly. Your muffled screams are interrupted when you feel his flesh hand scale your scalp to get a grip on your hair so that he can yanks you upward and listen to you scream. “All the pretty noises you make.”
You begin to fully embrace your exclamations, no longer holding back or restraining yourself. You are able to relax a bit on your side as he takes the globe of your ass, jostling, jiggling and slapping it with his mechanical hand to watch the fiery welts spread across your cheeks. It stings like hell, burning like you’re being hit with a paddle, but he does it again, then a third time before upping the ante.
He moves you with ease as you weigh nothing in his arms. He does not wait for your brain to catch up to his actions. Instead, he puts you exactly where he wants you by knocking your other leg over so that he can take you up by the hips and prop you on your knees. You’re on your stomach now with spread legs again. He grabs himself by the base of his cock, tapping your clit by using the head as a wand to make you come on it. A few methodical swipes on your blushing bulb were all it took and you’re gushing more slick; more than enough lubricant to finish things off. “That’s it. Nice and juicy.”
He pushes himself inside and pauses to watch you take it when you whine. Your tightness clenches around him as he goes deeper. Conquest keeps one hand tangled in your hair with your head turned to the side and shoved into the sheets. He uses the mattress’ natural bounce to fuck you to completion. He is obsessed with the way this feels. After wanting to spread you wider, he carefully scoots your knees more apart until you’re practically performing the splits on his cock.
Conquest loves your enthusiasm. He’s overwhelmed by it, falling forward with a free hand keeping him upright as it rests beside your head. His pace increases and he’s thrusting with more force. To prepare for his end, you arch as far as you can, feeling scorpioned with your ass practically lapsed over tea kettle. “Does my… unf…kitten like that?”
You cannot enunciate, reduced to letting out a series of ‘uh-huhs’ in hopes that suffices as a response. It all gets caught in your throat when you feel his tongue along your spine before some encouraging bites bloom on your shoulder. He does not remove his mouth, holding himself there with a hand still tangled in your hair. His stature is growing sloppy and faltering. He grunts as he bites harder and the pain of his maw enhances the bliss inside.
His cock is punching you just right. Conquest is expressive and loud in your ear. Your walls constrict around him, pushing him over the edge. He’s truly made a mess of you and it’s about to get worse. “Ughhh….”
“Blazing heat spills out of you as he keeps thrusting. Just as the remnants of the bath seep into the sheets, you allow his release to soak the bed beneath you. What’s another dampened surface across the rest? You both are riding the high long after the fact to the point both of you still feel like you’re coming. It is a dazzling relief, and you almost wish it would never end. All friction is lost as he is slip-sliding with no resistance whatsoever, giving you a few more pumps for good measure before pulling out. It’s like a cork was just unplugged as his come streams out of your gaping hole and down your thighs. You’re bashful, hiding your face in covers again while still on your knees with legs spread, afraid to look. “It’s getting everywhere, isn’t it?”
“Exactly where it should be.” He jokes, laying himself across your back to kiss your temple. Conquest has let go of his hold on your hair so that he may sit up, allowing you to slump into a puddle on the bed with the rest of the dampness. He can tell you’re tired by the way you collapse and roll over, joining you by lying next to your spot to catch his breath while staring up at the ceiling. “I wish it could be like this all the time. I miss you so terribly when I am gone.”
“Why can’t it?” You ask, ears perked at his confession.
“You know why.” He answers rhetorically, slight disappointment in his tone.
You rest in silence when the elephant in the room finally is finally present and you think up something to say on the spot. “Do you think one day we could make that happen?”
“Maybe not now, but in the future, I will make it so.” Conquest breaks his gaze from the ceiling and sets his sights on you, communicating this covenant by pushing a tuft of hair behind your ear. “I promise.”
If he says it, then it will be. You have no requirement of anything more. You know he means true. To set this promise in stone, you climb on top of him this time, and to his surprise, do everything over again with no care for the mess.
Synopsis: After living completely alone, out in the middle of nowhere for almost a year, someone finds you. Someone you are sure would rather kill you than let you live. And yet, he spares you.
Word Count: 10.8k (holay molay)
Warnings: NSFT, 18+ Minors DNI!, no use of Y/N, plot with smut, canon divergence (i'm the captain now), possessiveness, alcohol consumption, hangovers, age gap (Conquest is literally so old), reader has a scar from a past battle (other than that, there are no descriptions used for reader), missionary, PiV sex, vaginal fingering, creampie, biting, conquest being a slight touch starved freak, made up villains, not beta read, (please let me know if I missed any <3)
Author's Note: This is something that came to me in a vision, there is no specific timeline for when this happens, canon-wise. This was actually supposed to be a lot longer, but I decided to split into 2 parts so that it wouldn't be a bajillion words long. So, there will be a part 2 going more in depth on certain topics. Please, be gentle with me, this is my interpretation of Conquest and I'm still getting used to writing smut! I hope you enjoy, and part 2 will be out... eventually lol
You had been sure you were absolutely off of the grid. You have had one visitor since your ‘early retirement’ and that was an accident, or so you had been told. You did not question the visitor, as they did leave without much of an argument.
But now, here you stand on your front porch, staring at someone you were sure was taken care of. He is bloodied, beaten, and still looks bloodthirsty.
“Conquest…”
Your voice is airy. Your face contorts into fear before you realize you have to stand your ground. Quickly, you calm yourself as much as possible and step from your porch. The old Viltrumite stands up, eyes locking onto you, and he freezes. Your eyes widen.
He gives you a wicked grin. “You…” He stumbles towards you.
You do not have the confidence to speak and ask what he means. Instead, you point your finger at yourself. It hits your chest. Your jaw drops slightly and you finally mouth, ‘Me?’. You are not what you used to be, not by a long shot. You are praying he does not want to test your strength.
Your name falls from his lips, not your alias, your real name. Your blood runs cold. You swallow hard, your brain trying to wrap around how he knows you. You had never had a run in with Conquest. You had heard of him, of course you had heard of him, but never had any interactions with him. Not until now. You think briefly about running inside and slamming your door. You do not want him to know just how afraid you are. But you do not want to seem too threatening either… You are careful to not ball your fists or look angry. You stand still.
Conquest takes another step closer to you and he looks ravenous. You finally find the courage to speak. “Please,” as the word fumbles from your mouth, your hands go up. “I won’t tell anyone you’re out here! No one even knows I’m out here!” You are panicking. Conquest freezes. Wrong fucking move. Your eyes shut tight and you sigh.
“No one…?”
“Well,” you should shut up, but you do not, “one person, but he doesn’t come out here.” You groan at yourself. “Look!” Your hands reach out further, “I’m not a hero, not anymore. Please… spare me. No one has to know you were here, I won’t tell a soul.” You mark an ‘x’ over your heart. “I swear!”
Conquest tilts his head at your gesture. He does not ask what it means. Instead he seems to be making plans. You willingly continue to speak.
“I’ll even let you stay here!” You motion to your little cabin. “I don’t know what you’re doing here-”
“Cecil is unaware of your location?”
You, without thinking, nod. Conquest laughs. You think it is at you. He takes another step and he is almost on you now. He looks down at you, his smile making you want to cower. You, however, used to fight villains for a living, you have learned how to pretend to not be afraid in the very least. So, you stand there, unmoving. Conquest watches you as if you are prey to him. You know that is not far from the truth.
“Hm.” He gives a low hum, his eyes looking you up and down. You hug yourself. “I will not be against killing you if anyone finds me here.”
“I swore!” You grow defensive. “Anyway, I don’t get cell service out here. My TV barely works. No one will find you.”
You are not sure if that is a good or bad thing. You pray that it is in your best interest. You have a feeling it is not.
You watch Conquest closely as he wanders around your cute little cabin. While the cabin is suitable for at most three people, he makes it feel like it is not. His hulking frame takes up the small doorways, and you are sure he will not fit on your couch. As closely as you are looking at him, he is looking at your cabin.
“What are you doing, exactly?” You ask him from your front door, you back flush with the wood.
Conquest turns towards you, “Making sure there are no… cameras, spies.” The way he is looking at you, it terrifies you.
Oh. You shake your head at him. “There’s nothing, promise.” You cross an ‘x’ over your heart again. Conquest’s face contorts but you continue. “I have no reason for anyone to know where I am.”
You have a reason now, you just know it.
“Why are you out here?” Conquest begins to make his way towards you. “Alone? You are strong-”
You shake your head, causing Conquest to stop speaking. “Not anymore,” you whisper. “I- I-” You are not sure of how much you need to share, leaving you unsure of what to say to him. You sigh. And then you realize, you do not know how he knows you. “How do you know about me?”
Conquest is at you once more, sizing you up. Your head tilts back to look at him. He is huge. Your breath catches in your throat as his eyes catch yours.
He lets out a low hum and smirks, “The Ravagers spoke so highly of you.” He smiles, another bloodthirsty grin. You physically recoil and tense as he speaks. He catches this. His head tilts. He knows he has struck a nerve.
“You met them?” You feel color drain from your face, your mouth going dry as you whisper the question.
Conquest nods slowly.
“Did you at least kill them?” Your hands fidget.
Conquest’s grin widens, revealing his crooked, blood covered teeth, causing you to grow nauseous. “Yes.” He looks insane.
You are stuck against the door. You want to lie down and never speak about the Ravagers again, but you have a feeling neither of those are an option. “Conquest-” You begin. He lets out a low hum, urging you to continue, “uh, when did you run into them?”
“About a year ago.”
Ah. You quickly do some math. You nod. “Figures.”
Conquest does not let up or back away from you. He is curious now. “What?” He questions you.
“Well,” you try to back up further but you physically can not, “if you had run into them literally, like, probably a day sooner…” You trail off. “I’d probably still have my powers.”
Conquest seems to be thinking. You hope he is not thinking about killing you and leaving. You lived through one tragedy. There must have been a reason. You would prefer to not die by Conquest’s hand. But if you have too…
You sigh. “Just make it quick, that’s all I ask.”
Conquest seems intrigued by… something. “No.”
Your eyes widen. There is no room for you to even try to defend yourself. “No!?” You think you are going to puke on him.
“I am not going to kill you.” Yet. His words do not comfort you. Conquest takes a step back from you and moves to the side, giving you space to walk towards your couch. You are frozen, only your eyes moving to follow Conquest.
“Okay…” Your voice is strained. “Okay.” You blow air out of your mouth and try to relax. “I have to be having a nightmare.” You are grasping at straws. “I mean,” your eyes hit the floor, “I’ve been having them a lot lately.” Your fingernails rake over your scalp. You look back at Conquest, who seems very real. You do not ask him to pinch you.
Your eyes hit the blood on the floor, that Conquest has tracked in, and you look back at the beast of a man.
“This is real,” he says your name again. This time, he sounds less enthused. This causes you to shrink into yourself.
“Okay, well,” You start, “can you at least, maybe, I don’t know, clean up?” You motion towards his whole body. “I can wash your, uh, uniform?”
Conquest looks down at himself. You swallow hard when he does not immediately respond. You want to flinch away from him when he looks back at you.
“I’ve heard how powerful you used to be.” He stands to the side of you, causing you to turn your body towards him. “And now, here you are, barely able to give me any orders in your own home.” He shakes his head. “Maybe putting you down would be for the best.”
“No!” You are sure you are close to having a heart attack. “I’m just, I’m not used to being around someone like you when I’m completely useless…” You hug yourself tightly and look down. “I’m not above begging, not anymore, please do not kill me.” You look back up at Conquest.
He inhales sharply through his nose. “Where’s your shower?”
You perk up slightly. “I will show you.”
After showing Conquest where the bathroom is and gathering a towel for him, you remember you have not had breakfast. A certain Viltrumite had very rudely interrupted that. You walk towards the kitchen as he showers, and begin to find something to eat. You hum to yourself as you open the fridge.
Nothing really catches your eyes; not after the morning you have had. There is not much in there anyway. You move to your pantry and find two boxes of cereal and three packets of oatmeal.
“Oatmeal it is.” You sigh, grabbing one of the fruit flavored packs. “I should go to the store soon.”
And just for a moment, you forget that there is a wanted alien in your home. You prepare the oatmeal and place it in your microwave. You tap the counter and as the microwave goes off, the floor behind you creaks. You let out a horrible, strangled noise and quickly turn. You find a completely dry, completely naked Conquest behind you. He is holding his bloodied clothes.
Another quieter noise escapes you as you try to avoid looking at him. Your eyes dart upwards and you tense. “What are you doing!?” You cannot look him in his eyes.
Conquest snorts. “You said you would wash these.” He extends his hand towards you. You are cornered against the counter.
“Conquest,” you shut your eyes tight. “You are naked.”
Conquest grows agitated with that statement. “The only clothes I have, you offered to wash. I thought you were smarter than this… Did you lose your brain along with your powers?”
Your eyes snap open and hit his. You immediately bite your tongue, but your face gives everything away. “You had a towel.” You bite back at him.
He lets out a horrible, haunting laugh. “That was a small towel.”
You groan. “Please, step out of the way. There are clothes here that should fit you.” You huff, crossing your arms. Conquest forcibly shoves the clothes into your hands and moves out of your way. You scoot past him, careful to not touch him, or even look at him. You walk down the hall and towards the primary room of the cabin. You open the door and walk into the large, mostly untouched room. You reach the dresser and motion towards it. “Top drawer is underwear, middle is shirts, bottom is pants; all clean. The closet is all tiny old lady clothes.” You point towards it.
Conquest seems skeptical. He approaches the dresser and you quickly step out of his way. “You are certain this will fit?”
You shrug. “Old owner was a big guy, you are a big guy.” You motion vaguely at him.
You begin to walk out of the room and catch Conquest shaking his head. He does not know what he has gotten himself into. And sadly, neither do you. You walk back to the kitchen and lay Conquest’s bloody outfit across a chair, and then pull out your now mostly dry oatmeal from the microwave. You do not feel like wasting it and you are starving. You groan and grab a spoon. You walk towards the living room and sit down on the couch in front of the TV.
You turn it on, and despite the static, you look for something to watch. You take a bite of oatmeal and then pout. You want nothing more than to drive to the store and get groceries. But you feel your guest requires supervision.
Conquest comes walking down the hall, finally dressed. You look up at him. You smile, even if briefly, “See, it fits! I must have some brains left.” You laugh at yourself. The look Conquest is giving you immediately shuts you up. Your back straightens and your eyes shoot back to the distorted cartoon on the TV.
Conquest stands in the hallway, staring at you. You try to ignore him and take another bite of the nasty oatmeal. With wide eyes, you watch the cartoon.
“Conquest…” Your eyes slowly move to his large figure. “Can I help you?”
“You live alone?” He questions you, seemingly concerned you have been lying to him. Once you nod, he continues. “Why do you have these clothes?”
You set the bowl of oatmeal on the coffee table in front of you and you let out a sigh. “I never got rid of them.” You admit. “This wasn’t my home, not originally.” You stand up and grab the half eaten bowl of oatmeal, and walk towards the kitchen. Conquest follows close behind. “My best friend’s grandparents left it to me. When they died.”
Conquest seems skeptical, yet again. “Where is your… friend?” His head tilts.
“Dead.” You throw the rest of the oatmeal away. “I don’t have anyone. Not anymore.” You place the bowl in the sink and turn back to Conquest, who does not understand personal space. “I think,” you let out a soft hum, looking to the side and then back at him, “I think you’re the first person I’ve spoken to in a while.”
Conquest nods.
You continue. “The Ravagers, they, uh, brought a lot of destruction. I was fighting them by myself. I was fine, really. I can- could hold my own.” You correct yourself. “But when-” Your eyes shut tight. You are remembering so much at once. You suck in air, “I don't even know what happened. There was so much death, I was blinded by rage, they got the upper hand and before I knew it, I was skewered to some rubble.” Your eyes open and Conquest is watching you closely. “I haven’t been able to use my powers ever since.”
He does not respond.
You shrug off the sadness and step by him. “I’m going to throw your clothes in the washer and clean my floor now.”
Conquest lets you go without a word.
Conquest has been wandering around your house, making sure to stay out of your way. He has not said a word as you cleaned. Instead, as you scrubbed the floor, he was picking up family photos and old memorabilia scattered around your home. He would let out small grunt here and there, seemingly in thought, but he left you alone.
Now, your floor is clean, Conquest’s outfit is on the clothesline outside and you are hot. You look at your clean floor and sigh. You walk towards your room, with the intention of throwing on cooler clothes and find Conquest standing there. You inwardly groan. He moves around quietly for such a big guy.
“You have a lot of… Unnecessary things.”
You gasp. “What?” You look around your room. There are polaroids of you and your friend and her family scattered around the room. Stuffed animals sit in the corner on a cute chair. Your bed is covered in too many pillows. “All of these things are very much needed.” You cross your arms. “Now, I need to change.”
You motion towards the door. He does not budge.
“You can be nosey when I get done changing,” you point at the door this time. “Go look at the pictures on the fireplace or something.”
“I already have.” Conquest mimics you, crossing his arms, “you have a lot of pictures.”
“They're not mine.” You grumble. “Well, I guess technically they are.” You pinch the bridge of your nose and grumble. “Whatever. Just look at my other stuff, I’m going to change.” Conquest does not respond. You feel his eyes leave you and you hear him turn around. He is looking through more of your stuff. You roll your eyes and grab a tank top and comfortable shorts. You quickly undress and redress yourself. You pick the dirty clothes up and turn around. Conquest is holding a stuffed animal, quite tightly.
“Why is this necessary?” His brows furrow.
Your heart sinks into your stomach. You let out a frustrated noise. “No!” You yell and run towards him. He knows you are not a threat, he does not kill you for rushing him. You try to snatch the stuffed animal from Conquest, but his grip is too tight. You release it before it can be destroyed. “Please! Let it go!” You sound panicked.
Conquest smiles. “This thing means something to you?” He asks, almost laughing. He shoves it at you, and you grab it again. He releases it and begins to walk off. You sigh and hold it close to your chest. You look up at him with anger, your eyes glaring up at him through your lashes. Oh, how you wish you still had your powers. Conquest leaves your room.
You set the stuffed animal back down and mumble a quick apology, patting its head. The anger settles in your chest. You walk from your room and towards the back door. Conquest is across the living room looking out of the window. He turns towards you as you walk through the kitchen and grab the doorknob. You snatch the door open and step onto the back porch and breathe in fresh air. Before you can shut the door, Conquest is on you again.
You groan, this time loudly. You look up at him with what you want to be anger, but as soon as your eyes meet his, you feel fear. He seemingly ignores this. There is nothing you can really do that he cannot fight back against.
“What?” Your voice is meek. The anger still resides but you feel too much fear to really sound upset with him.
Conquest studies you. “You showed bravery a moment ago, when I could have killed you. Why?”
You want to snarl your lip at him, “You were messing up my friend’s stuffed animals. I promised I wouldn’t let them get hurt, I crossed my heart.”
Conquest‘s face contorts to something you can only assume is disgust. “The stuffed animals… You won’t let them get hurt? They are not real.”
You drag your hands down your face. “You are not getting the point. I don’t think you ever will. Please do not touch them again.” You really need a stiff drink.
Conquest looks down at you as if he could kill you at any second. Which, even while it is true, does not bring you any comfort. You are starting to wonder if he kills you, if that is the best outcome. You can only hope not.
You turn away from him and grab onto the porch railing, staring off into the sunset. You inhale and try to gather your thoughts. As you stand there, you feel Conquest staring. He takes a step forward and you shut your eyes. Just make it quick. You exhale slowly, preparing for the impact of his fist, or maybe he kills you open handed.
You feel something cool touch your back, right where the scar from the Ravagers sits. It feels as if electricity shoots out from around the scarring, travelling up and down your entire body. You lurch forward, almost launching yourself off of the porch. You let out a loud, guttural noise and turn towards Conquest. You stare at him in confusion. “May I help you!?” It is the first thing that comes from your mouth.
“That scar…” Conquest’s hand flexes, he is holding himself back from doing something. You are sure it is something horrible.
Your face drops. “The Ravagers.” It is all you give him.
Conquest does not push further. You walk inside. You really need a stiff drink.
It has been two days since Conquest arrived. You are growing accustomed to his oddness. You still do not feel comfortable leaving him alone, but the store is calling your name. You know you will have to bite the bullet eventually. Sooner rather than later.
Conquest, you have noticed, does not sit often. He does not relax. You sit on your couch, and instead of watching your normal staticky TV, you watch Conquest. Your eyes follow him as he paces.
“Hey, Conquest,” You turn your body towards him. He snaps his head towards you and you flinch backwards. “Uh, you have permission to sit.”
He makes a face at you, his arms flexing behind his back, “I do not need permission to sit. I am no dog.”
You nod at him, “This is true.” You stand up. “But, you pacing like this?” You motion at him, “You are going to make permanent marks on my perfect hardwood floor…” Conquest snarls his lip up at you. You freeze. Okay, nevermind. You give him a soft, anxious smile and your hands immediately go up. “Just, uh, keep on pacing, buddy.”
It is Conquest’s turn to freeze. “Buddy?” He lets out a low hum. “Huh, am I a friend to you?” You cannot tell if he enjoys this thought or not.
You think momentarily, pressing your lips into a thin line. Do you explain that it is just a saying, or tell him he is a friend? You tread carefully. “Well, you have yet to murder me in my home, have listened to me pretty well, and seem…” Not as crazy as I was sure you were. You swallow hard.
Your stomach growls, catching you off guard. You do not finish your sentence. Instead you grab your stomach and make a face.
“Was that your stomach?” Conquest asks. You nod at him and he seems to become disgusted. “Eat.” He says it like it is common sense. As if you should have known to take care of it ages ago.
You deadpan, “Conquest,” you put your arms out at your sides, “I have no food!” Babysitting you has made grocery shopping impossible. You want to roll your eyes. You do not. “I need to go shopping.”
“Then go.”
Your arms drop to your sides. “Conquest, can I trust you?” You narrow your eyes. “Can I leave you alone in my home?”
Conquest gives another disgusted look. “Of course!” He almost yells at you.
You flinch back. “If I leave, promise me you will stay inside? And not destroy this place?” Conquest slowly nods. “Cross your heart!” You mark an ‘x’ over your heart, hoping he will follow suit. He does not.
“What the fuck was that?”
“Forget it…” You shake your head, “I’m going to go grocery shopping, I may be gone for two and a half hours tops!” You walk past him and grab your keys. “When I get back, I will eat, hell maybe you can eat.” You point at him. He stands there. Doing and saying nothing. You shrug off the odd feeling and shut your door.
The drive into town is almost thirty minutes. Every second feels like a lifetime when you have a world ending threat at home. You white knuckle the steering wheel the whole way into town.
Once you get to the grocery store, you hurry. You only grab the necessities. You have mapped out the whole grocery store over the year of being alone. The less chance of human interaction the better. You use your knowledge of the store layout to your advantage. You use self-checkout and head out in record time.
“Well… I did say two and half hours…” You look at the liquor store across the street. It does not take long to decide that you need some sort of alcohol. You throw all of your groceries in your car and run in. You grab something that looks good and check out. You head back to your car and begin to make your journey back home.
An awful pit begins to form in your stomach as you grow nearer to home. You feel sick as you pull onto the dirt road leading towards your home. As you pull up to your home you spot him. Conquest. He is on your front porch, standing, waiting. You feel a little less sick as you see your home still standing.
He crosses his arms as you get out of the car. You open the trunk and begin to grab some bags. Conquest steps from the porch and begins to make his way towards you. He looks around and then past you, as if he is waiting for someone else to approach.
“What are you doing?” You turn towards him, bags still in hand.
Conquest does not trust you, it has been made very obvious. You may still be alive, but little actions have proven him to be untrusting of you. “Did you tell anyone about-”
You shake your head causing him to pause. “Of course not! One, I promised, and two, I’m not stupid, Conquest. I don’t ever speak to anyone in town anyway. My days of handling people are over.” Conquest snorts at your phrasing. “Anyway,” you continue, catching him off guard, “I have quite enjoyed your company…”
You watch Conquest tense. You walk past him and carry the bags of groceries into your home, and place them onto the kitchen table. You walk back outside, planning on continuing this process, but someone has beat you to it. Your car door shuts and Conquest begins to walk towards the house, every bit of groceries left are in his arms.
You feel your stomach flip. It is something that does not feel real. You briefly forget what he is capable of, as he nears you, wearing jeans and a plaid long sleeved shirt. You have to remind yourself of the situation. He walks by you without a word and places the groceries on your table.
You quietly thank him and close your front door. He huffs and walks out and onto the back porch. You try to ignore the fact you do not know what is going through his head. You begin to put the groceries up. You leave him be as you decide what you want to cook. You leave a pack of steaks out for you to cook and put everything else up.
You peek out at the back porch and find Conquest staring up at the sky, standing a few feet from your back porch. You give him space. In the last couple of days that seems to be all you have been giving him. He approaches you when he wants and you try to live as if he is not some odd man in your home.
You begin cooking. The steaks are huge, you realize as you cut the pack open and get a good look at them. You think they will suffice. After all this time alone, you have learned how to cook pretty well. You might as well like what you are eating.
Eventually, you hear the back door shut and footsteps nearing you. You glance over and Conquest stands beside you, looking at the steaks you are cooking. “They're almost done.” Another odd feeling settles as you try to ignore how close he has become. “Are you hungry?”
Conquest huffs, causing you to swallow hard. You push down the feelings festering in your chest and plate the steaks. You gently hand him a plate and grab yours, walking over to your table.
He follows suit, sitting across from you. You both sit in silence. The only noise that fills the room is the chewing of the steak, which is becoming all too much to bear.
“So,” you swallow slowly, “uh, is it… okay?”
“The steak?” Conquest looks at you, and nods, “It is to my liking.”
You nod. You do not want to sit in silence with this man. “What do you normally talk about? When you eat supper…” you trail off. You find yourself staring, and staring. Taking every aspect of him in. His scarring, his prosthetic arm. Everything.
He notices.
“What do you talk about?” He bites back.
This causes you to pout, and look around you. “I'm alone… I don't really talk-” As he nods, you seem to understand. “Oh, sorry if I'm bothering you while you eat.”
Conquest groans. “Did I say you were bothering me?” You shake your head at his question. “You can continue to ask your questions.”
You can only hope it is because he likes your company too. And not just because he tolerates you for now. You light up and nod. You find it inappropriate to ask anything about Invincible or that situation, so you make sure to let that lie.
You pick at the steak a little bit, “Conquest?” You look up at him, through your lashes, that awful feeling returning once more. He looks at you, seemingly unamused. You are not sure how you want to ask your question. You suck in air, almost choking, causing Conquest to tense. “How long do you plan on staying?” Your voice is soft, not pushy in any sense. Not one bit.
But Conquest shifting uncomfortably in his seat seems to make you feel differently.
“Not because I want you gone! I don't! Promise!” You instinctively mark an ‘x’ over your heart. You sigh, “I just, I would like to be prepared for however long you plan to be here.”
Conquest shrugs. “I'm not sure.” His voice is stern, cold.
Suddenly you are not hungry anymore.
You sit in silence, forcing down the last couple bites of the steak, before getting up and cleaning. It is quiet for the next hour. You clean everything, and think, even if only momentarily, about the alcohol in your freezer. You wait.
The past two nights had been weird. You had gone to bed, shutting and locking your door. You know for a fact that lock is not stopping him if he decides to kill you. Conquest, if he slept at all, was allowed in the other room, as long as kept his hands off your belongings. Did he sleep there? You do not know. But it was presented to him.
However, tonight, while that bed was still an option for him, you kept your door open. The horrible feeling that had started to take over before you got back home from shopping returned before bed. You think that if he wants you dead, you do not want him destroying the whole house to get to you, so the door is open. You are sure the feeling is your body telling you to get away from him, that his plans are anything but in your best interest.
You lie in bed, dozing off and on. You, half awake, squint and see Conquest in your doorway, staring. You notice he is wearing his Viltrumite uniform; you can see it even in the shadows distorting your vision. The sight is terrifying. You are too sleepy to move; you shut your eyes and hope he makes it quick. When you do not hear footsteps nearing you, you fall into a deep sleep without another thought.
You wake up at three. You turn over and notice the time on your dim alarm clock. You groan. You rub your eyes and remember Conquest in your doorway. Your stomach drops. You stand up and run towards the other room immediately. The clothes you had given to Conquest are laid on the floor. Your hands ball into fists. You rush around your small home, calling out for Conquest.
You run towards your back porch and turn on the light. In the middle of your yard there is a spot where the grass was once a lively green is now dirt. You want to puke.
Conquest is gone.
You do not know what to do. You are not superpowered anymore. You cannot go after him and bring him back. You do the only thing you can think of.
Drink.
The sun is rising when Conquest comes back. He lands in your yard with a loud thud, cratering the earth where he lands. He walks up the steps of your back porch and opens your door. He assumes you are still asleep.
Oh, how wrong he is.
As he opens your door, he hears a soft sob and then a hiccup. You are very much awake. The scent of alcohol hits him as he closes the door. And you are very much drunk.
Conquest makes his way into the living room. You are sprawled out on the couch, an empty glass is on the coffee table in front of you. Conquest clears his throat and you jolt upright.
Your eyes are red now. And when they spot Conquest, tears fill them again. Conquest observes you closely, you are sad, yes, but you seem angry. Resentful. He is confused.
“Did you come to finish me off?” You sit up and look up at him.
“No.”
“Then what?” You spit the words out like venom. “You leave without a word then just show back up? For what?” You try to stand and stumble slightly.
Conquest wants to reach out for you. You catch yourself before he can. He stares and stares at you. The way you had stared at him just the day before. Your cheeks are covered in tears and you are staring up at him with a confidence you have not had since he arrived. It is stirring even more of an odd feeling inside of him.
“What are you here for, Conquest!?” You almost bark at him.
Conquest sighs. “For you.”
Conquest watches as you freeze. He studies your reaction closely. Your eyes widen and you immediately pull into yourself. Your arms hug your body tightly.
“Me?” You whisper the word, pointing at yourself. It reminds him of the first time he saw you. He nods.
“Being here with you…” Conquest lets out a low growl. “It’s made me feel odd…” You freeze at his words, your mouth falling open. “I don't wish to leave again.”
Your face contorts from anger and sadness. Conquest watches you shift your weight as you lean against the couch. “And if I say no?” He did not expect that. “I mean, I don't want you to leave again. Conquest,” you rub your temples, “what if it's safer if you aren't here?” you look up at him, pouting.
Conquest knows you are safer with him. “I won't let anyone hurt you.” He states it so confidently. “You are much safer with me.”
You sigh. You walk back towards the front of the couch and sit down, almost falling into the cushions. Conquest waits for your response. He is not budging. You are stuck with him, whether you realize it or not.
“Fine, whatever.” You throw your hands in the air. “Can you come sit with me?” You look back at him, eyes glazed and unfocused. Conquest does not argue. He wants to be close to you. He sits without a word. You scoot towards him and lean on his shoulder, “I hope this is okay.” Your voice is soft. “I don't feel very stable.”
Conquest nods, “It's fine.” He sounds confident in that answer. But his feelings are different. He wants to grab you, pull you closer, get in your skin. He cannot be close enough. He values you too much to overstep any boundaries. He lets you do what you are comfortable with. Which he finds out is a lot, as you are not sober.
You lay down, curling up and getting comfortable, your head on his lap. Conquest is a strong man, in more ways than physical. But you being so close is testing every bit of strength he has. He tenses immediately. You do not seem to notice.
“You know,” you turn over and look up at him, not seeming to notice his flustered face, "I don't remember the last time I was drunk.” You let out an airy laugh. “My powers kept me from even being tipsy.” You look at the empty glass on the coffee table, “I may have gone too far.”
“You'll feel it soon enough.” Conquest’s hand rests on your stomach. The fabric of your shirt being the only thing keeping him from touching you. You laugh at his response. He does not understand what is so funny. You will be sick eventually from the alcohol consumption, you are aware of this, and you are laughing. Your eyes shut tight and you sigh.
“Conquest?” You keep your eyes shut as you get comfortable on him. “I’ve been alone out here for a while… when the Ravagers attacked… they took a lot from me. More than just my powers.” Your hands rest on your chest. You inhale sharply. “I promised her I'd keep her alive. I’d save her. I had crossed my heart! And I couldn't keep that promise.”
Your eyes open and you look at Conquest with a heavy sadness. His head tilts and the fabric of your shirt scrunches in his hand, ever so slightly. He does not know how to help you feel better. “What does that mean? To cross your heart?”
You think. Conquest watches you gather your thoughts. “My best friend, we would cross our hearts when we were making promises, ones we knew would not break. I guess, in hindsight, I shouldn't have promised that.” You shut your eyes again. “It's a habit now.” You admit. “It's part of me. I don't know.” You yawn and roll over onto your side.
Conquest does not respond. He feels your breathing slow as you fall asleep. He sits there, unmoving, as he becomes your personal pillow. He keeps his hands resting on your side, feeling you breathe. He knows at this moment, he will kill anyone who tries to step between you and him. You are in his grasp now, and he has no intention of releasing you.
You wake to a horrible feeling stirring in your stomach. You groan, curling closer into yourself. The morning is blurry. You are laying on something you only know as strong. Your eyes squint open and you see the black screen of the TV. It is all you can register. Until you feel the unrelenting grip on your shirt. Your eyes snap open, causing you to realize just how bad your head hurts. You groan, eyes shutting back instantly.
“Are you okay?” Conquest’s voice catches you off guard.
You are frozen. You have time to think, to know, that you are not getting out of his grasp. You lie there. Your head is on his lap and you are about to puke, from alcohol and nerves. Your head is spinning trying to remember how you ended up in this situation. It is fuzzy, but you remember drinking, and vaguely remember him coming back.
At least I’m not dead.
“Conquest,” it comes out barely a whisper. Your jaw clenches, and the sick feeling returns. “Please let me go.” You speak through clenched teeth.
Conquest does not release you. His hand lies on your ribs, unmoving. His fingers, however, do let go of the fabric of your shirt. “Why?” His voice pounds against your skull, causing you to flinch.
“Please-” You gag. Conquest’s hand is off of you and you are darting to the bathroom in seconds. You slam against the tile floor and grab the toilet. You dry heave a couple of times and your head only aches more with every one. You rest against the cold toilet and look over at the door. Conquest stands there. Your heart leaps into your throat, almost making you gag again. He watches you closely. He is obviously thinking. You can only stare at him, eyes squinting as you look up at him.
You catch your breath, your brain still trying to catch up with everything going on. Conquest does not move from your doorway. You shut your eyes and let out a low groan. You are reeling, your mind is racing, and your heart is pounding against your ribcage the more you think about Conquest. You chalk it down to not having human contact for a while.
You push yourself away from the toilet and stand. You steady yourself on the sink and rub your head. Conquest steps closer to you, ready to help you stand if need be. You look at him and sigh. The reality is starting to settle in. Conquest seems to not want to leave ever again. You have someone wanted in your home. If someone, especially Cecil, figures out, surely you would both die.
“What are you thinking about?” Conquest is intrigued by your spaced out stare. You answer with a hum, and he elaborates. “You’re certainly deep in thought, unless your brain is actively dying from the alcohol consumption.”
“It can be both,” you want to swat at him. You pause, “Uh, just thinking about you being here. Conquest, this is dangerous-”
He grows defensive. “No one is going to get close to you-”
“I know.” Your words reassure him. “I know what I'm risking by you being here, and for whatever reason…” Your lips purse, and then you continue, “I think it's worth it.”
Conquest relaxes. Every single muscle. You watch him. His fists unfurl and flex once more before finally just falling by his sides.
“I like you being here.” You whisper, as if the universe will hear you and rip him away again. “I know it hasn't been long, but you are…” you know the words ‘pleasant to be around’ do not quite fit, you try to find something else, “proving to be much easier to tolerate than every other person I've come into contact with.” Which is saying a lot, all things considered.
Conquest gives you a smile that makes your stomach turn, a feeling you cannot identify settles in your stomach. His crooked teeth flash, making you feel even more strange. “I like being here. You are… tolerable as well.”
You smile at him, butterflies spread in your stomach and suddenly you are identifying the feeling as want. You want to be close to Conquest, you want his hands on you, you want him. In every sense of the word.
Once again, you are certain it is from no human interaction for a long time. You have had you and your hand for a while. Now there is a very strong, very capable man in front of you and you are practically drooling over the thought of him.
I'll deal with this when I'm not hungover. You make a mental note and move on. You scooch past Conquest and head to the kitchen. You grab some pain killers and hope it helps your head. Conquest follows you. Right into the kitchen and he watches you take the medicine.
“Do you need something?” Your brow cocks at him.
Conquest stands there, arms behind his back, back straight, eyes on you. He shakes his head. “I don't believe so.”
You find that hard to believe. You make a face, your brows furrowing and your eyes squinting. “Okay,” you turn away from the counter and towards him, “can I ask why you're following me then?”
“I'm watching you.”
You nod, slowly, trying to understand. “Yes. You are. Why?”
“You have proven that you cannot be trusted alone, especially with alcohol. How have you lived out here all this time by yourself without getting hurt or even killed?”
Your face drops. “No one really knows I'm out here. Anyway, I may not have amazing strength, but I still retain my memories of how to fight.” You roll your eyes at him. For the first time since his arrival, you roll your eyes. He notices.
“Really?” Conquest steps closer. You bump back into the counter and freeze. He is on you now, looking down at you with a crazed smile. “I was under the impression you couldn't do that anymore.”
You wave a hand, trying to dismiss everything. “I mean, yeah I think I can still fight. Maybe…” It comes out as a question. You think you know where this is going.
“Oh?” Conquest looms over you. “Where did that fire go?” He tilts his head at you. Your heart begins to thump into your chest again. Conquest does not let up. “Could you have protected yourself against me?” He seems genuinely curious.
“No.” You shake your head. “I have basic knowledge of how to protect myself, not how to defend my home or myself from Conquest!”
He lets out a low hum, “You're right. You don't have your powers anymore. How could you begin to know how to hold your own against me?”
Your face contorts with anger and you gasp. “You're lucky I have a headache instead of powers right now.” You would cross your arms if you had room to do so. “When this headache goes away-”
Conquest seems to only grow excited the more you speak. “What?”
“I'll show you what I know!” The words come out before you can think about the consequences. You do not have the courage to take them back.
“Is that a promise?” His voice is low. A shiver shoots up your spine.
Without a word, you cross your heart, with a shaky hand. Conquest takes a step back and lets you walk away from him. You slowly walk away.
“Better go rest then.”
You pause and suck in air. You mumble an ‘okay,’ and go to your bedroom. You lie down in the dark and look at the ceiling. You are tired from high emotions and not getting good sleep the night before. The feeling of nausea has subsided mostly. Now you only feel fear of what Conquest has in store for you.
You turn over on your side and see Conquest looking at you in your doorway again. You want to shoo him off. Your eyes meet his and your stomach summersaults. He makes his way into your room and settles on the end of your bed. You know he has nothing better to do, but that does not mean he gets to watch you rest.
You shut your eyes and try to remedy the headache the best you can. Before long you drift off to sleep.
You wake to the sun setting. You stretch and your feet hit something hard. Conquest. You jump, remembering he was sitting on your bed. Your headache is mostly gone, a dull pain remains. Your stomach feels better, other than fear that has settled in it.
“Your head- Is it better?”
You do not want to lie to him. You sigh. “Yes.” Conquest smirks at this response and stands up. You throw your legs over the side of your bed and look at him. He came back for you, no way he kills you now. You hope.
You walk with Conquest to your living room and find the furniture has been moved. The rug is still in the middle of the floor, but everything has been pushed around, giving you more room to move.
Your eyes shoot towards Conquest. “Did you do this?” You swallow hard.
He only nods. He walks towards the middle of the living room and motions for you to do the same. You do not protest. You walk towards him and stand a few feet away from him. Your heart race picks up as you look up at him. Every single thing you have ever known seems to be unknown to you now.
“Come at me.” Conquest does not move.
Confusion falls on your face. Your brows furrow. “I don’t want to break my fucking hand on you.” You fidget slightly, holding your hands close to you.
Conquest deadpans. “You said you could fight. How am I supposed to know if you can protect yourself or not? If I leave-”
“You’re leaving!?” It is the first thing to come out of your mouth. Conquest’s eyes widen momentarily and he shakes his head. “Then why do I need to know…? I have you.”
“Just come at me.”
You figure him not doing anything for the past few days has taken its toll on him. He needs some sort of excitement, even if that comes at the expense of you apparently. You nod and rush him. You have zero time to process anything that comes next. You are immediately grabbed and your back is slammed into the rug. You struggle briefly, and realize Conquest has you caged in. His arms are at your sides, his hips press down on you giving you little wiggle room. He is purposely placing as much weight as possible on you, to keep you from moving.
You should be feeling panic. You know this. One of the strongest people you have ever met is holding you down, being a complete asshole to prove his own point. And yet, you are feeling the opposite of what any other normal person would feel.
Your eyes widen as you watch Conquest. He is smug above you. “Are you going to do something?” He wants you to fight against him.
Oh, you are going to do something alright.
Your hands are completely free. You do not think about the consequences of your own actions. You are not thinking. You cup his cheeks and quickly place a kiss on his lips. You fall back onto the floor and look at Conquest in sheer panic as realization of what you have done finally hits. You watch his reaction. You are unsure if he is confused or disgusted.
“What was that?” Conquest asks, his voice low and level.
You tense. “I- Uh-” This time you feel immense panic. You briefly think about struggling to get away. Even if you were successful in getting away from him, that would not last long. You mumble ‘it was a kiss’ and hope he lets you go.
“What?” he does not move off of you.
“It was- I kissed you…” You lay under him, stiff, unmoving, and terrified.
Conquest’s head tilts. Heat prickles across your cheeks. Embarrassment quickly takes the place of the panic and you want to hide. You feel like putting your head in his chest so that he cannot see you is inappropriate, considering the situation.
“Why?”
You momentarily pout at him, before trying to pull yourself together. “I-” You pause. Conquest sounds and looks confused. He is completely caught off guard, you cannot tell if he wants you dead or not. “I don’t know- I felt like doing it.” There is no reason to lie to him. You are in no position to do anything, so you tell the truth.
An awkward silence falls over the two of you.
“I’m sorry,” You break the silence by blurting out the apology. “I- That was not appropriate. My timing was horrible. I promise, I don't normally randomly kiss my opponents!”
Conquest lets out a low hum. He is still practically laying on top of you. You feel him against you. Oh shit. Every single muscle in your body tenses. You can only think of a string of swears as you await his next move.
Conquest lowers himself to your face and smirks at you. “Are you sure about that?” His hips grind down on you, causing you to moan and squirm. “You didn’t cross your heart.” He whispers it. Your heart feels like it is going to explode. Your eyes widen and your draw drops slightly. He is playing with you now.
“Conquest,” you bite back another moan, “can you quit fucking around?”
He puts more weight on you, and you feel his erection push harder against you. “Or what?” He groans the question out. You do not respond with a verbal answer. Instead, as courage comes seeping back in, you push your own hips up, grinding against him. Conquest’s hand tenses, his fingers curling inward. You hear the wood underneath the rug he is gripping begin to pull and rip under his grasp. Your eyes dart towards his hand then you look back at him.
You remember you are not superpowered at all anymore. You are a nothing more than a normal person now, with the scariest Viltrumite you could probably have asked for on top of you, seemingly thinking about fucking you. Or potentially killing you. You hope it is the former.
You feel weak under him. He is destroying your floors and there is nothing you can do about it. Conquest huffs over you. He is annoyed. You gulp loudly and watch him closely.
“Are you afraid?”
You think. “Not entirely.” I’m also horny. “I’m just- I’ve never been this far with someone like you. I can’t help but feel… nervous.”
Conquest places his forehead to yours, his hips grinding into you. You whimper as he lets out a moan through gritted teeth. “I won’t kill you. Can’t make any promises you won’t get hurt though.” His fingers, on his hand and the prosthetic, grab at the rug, destroying the hardwood floor even more. You make a face at him.
“If you’re going to destroy my hardwood floor-” you start. You do not get to finish. You are now laying on your bed, Conquest still on top of you. You feel sick at how fast he got you back there. “Okay.” It is the only thing you manage to get out, your voice shaky.
“Is this better?” His face dips into your neck as he asks. “More suitable for you?”
He sounds like he is taunting you. You do not want to give the wrong answer. “Yes…” You still lay there, unmoving. Conquest lifts himself up, his forearms holding him now, his body as close to yours as possible. He wants something.
“You are doing nothing.” He is agitated again. “You initiated this, and now you want to just lay here?”
A lightbulb goes off. He wants you to touch him. You slowly wrap your arms around his neck and your hands go towards his gray hair, gently playing with it. You shift your hips, bumping his erection as you do so, and spread your legs. You bring your knees up and Conquest slides between your legs. The only thing keeping you two from each other is your clothes now.
“Is this better?” You smile at him, your voice gentle and sweet. “I don’t know what it’s like for you. Earth is different, the men are different.” You start to nervously ramble, “I assume things are different for you; for Viltrum.”
Conquest really wants to cut to the chase. “Can you ask questions later?” He does not even want to ask but for you, he does.
“Are you going to be here later?” Your question only causes more agitation. The look he is giving you is deadly. Your fingers nervously fidget, playing with his hair. “Just, remember, I’m basically just some human now,” you let out a nervous laugh.
Conquest seems to be making mental notes as you speak. He is taking in everything you are saying. “You are not some human,” Conquest places his lips to your throat. Your breath catches. He feels it. “You are my human.”
You gasp. Your brain is not registering anything but the feeling of his clothed cock between your legs and his teeth on your windpipe. You let out a soft whine and gently tug at his hair. “Please,” you begin to beg, “please, just fuck me. Conquest, I need you.”
You feel him smile against your throat and he pulls himself off of you. He stands and immediately begins to take his suit off. You watch him. Your eyes being on him does not make him falter. You feel air catch in your throat as he stands naked before you. Heat covers you. Your eyes meet his and he gives you a smug smile.
“You’re nervous. You’ve already seen me naked.” He states it. You have seen him naked. But he was not hard, nor were you even trying to look at his cock.
“Not like this,” you mumble the words out. You inhale sharply and shut your eyes, exhaling slowly. You want to undress yourself, but you are stuck. “Conquest… What if you-” You pause and open your eyes, looking up at him. “What if you don’t like me?”
“You would be dead if I didn’t.” He steps towards the bed. “Are you going to undress?”
You nod. You sit up, your legs dangling over your bed. You take your shirt and bra off and Conquest seems to catch sight of the scar left by the Ravager’s. Your cheeks burn. You stand up and shimmy your shorts off, your underwear not far behind. You cross your arms, suddenly self conscious, and your eyes hit the floor. Conquest takes a step towards you and you look up at him.
He reaches out for you, his touch anything but gentle. But you can tell he is holding back. He pulls you towards him, his calloused hand holding your arm. Your arms uncross in the process of him pulling you closer and you feel more vulnerable than ever. You gasp and look up at him. Your legs clench together, your thighs becoming slick from how wet you already are. Suddenly, you realize how much you ache.
You let your feelings take over. You push yourself up and closer to him. Conquest lets go of your arm and rests his hand on your hip. You cup his cheeks and kiss him again, this time Conquest kisses back. His tongue shoves its way into your mouth and he grips your hips tightly, surely bruising them. Easily, he picks you up and lays you on the bed. He is over you once more, no clothes in his way this time. His hand grips at the fat of your hip and you moan. Slowly, his hand moves from your hip and right towards your pussy. A thick finger pushes past your folds, and you whimper. Your back arches causing your chest to push into his.
A string of swears leaves your mouth as Conquest fingers you. His thumb brushes your clit as your arms snake around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Conquest presses his lips to your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. You whine underneath him. As you grow wetter around his finger, Conquest pushes another one in. You let out a cry of pleasure, and roll your hips.
“So vocal,” He nips your shoulder, “all for me…”
“Only you,” you pant out, feeling a heat pool in your stomach, “all for you!” You clench around his fingers and tense up. You can feel the wave of ecstasy nearing. “Conquest! Fuck, I’m close!” Your fingers lace in his gray hair once more, your hips rolling into his fingers. His pace quickens, his thumb gently rubbing your clit, causing your eyes to screw shut.
Conquest lets you ride out your orgasm. His fingers pull from you as you sprawl out beneath him. He adjusts himself, grabbing one of your hips. The coolness of the prosthetic in comparison to the warmth of his body causes goosebumps to raise on your skin. You lazily throw your legs over his waist and wait for his next move. You hold your breath, thinking about how he is even going to fit.
Conquest’s grip on you is bruising. You do not register the pain from all the other things your body is feeling. He angles himself at your entrance and his cock pushes into you. You groan, eyes rolling back instantly.
“Shit,” you hiss, “shit-” As Conquest thrusts, you want nothing more than to chase him, and you cannot. “Please,” You whimper, “let me- Fuck,” you moan. Conquest understands. He feels your hips fighting under him. He switches his position slightly, his prosthetic holding him up over you, and his other hand gently rubs up your side.
You immediately begin to move with him. His thrusts are lazy. You need something more. You want nothing more than to roll him over and get on top, controlling the pace. You pull his hair slightly and Conquest groans into your neck.
“Go faster, please,” you beg.
Conquest’s mouth is against your shoulder now, “Can you handle it?” He teases, suddenly thrusting even slower.
Your jaw clenches, “Conquest,” you drag his name out through gritted teeth.
“You are just a human…” He reminds you. He bites your shoulder, causing you to yelp.
Your nails gently rake down his back, and Conquest moans. “Please,” your voice is soft. You can deal with the consequences of your needs later.
Conquest pulls away from your shoulder and looks at you, “Remember,” he stops completely, “you asked for this.”
Your brows furrow, but you get no chance to ask any questions. Conquest’s thrusts begin again, and he is relentless. The sounds filling the room are obscene; skin hitting skin, your moans, his grunts. His pace, even though faster now, is anything but sloppy. It feels like he is on a mission. He grabs you again, bringing your hips up closer to him. Your legs wrap tightly around him now, he can not possibly get any closer to you.
“Oh, Conquest!” Your eyes screw shut, and you clench around him. Tears of pleasure roll down your cheeks.
His cheek presses to yours and nudges you slightly. He does not falter with his pace, this is what you asked for after all. However, feeling you clench around him is a lot. “You’re perfect,” Conquest licks up your cheek, causing you to shiver, “taking me so well,” he praises you.
“Fuck,” you drag out the word, eyes looking up at the ceiling, “please, Conquest, you’re so good-” Conquest’s thrusting stutters. You caught him off guard. He picks up the pace again, hitting a spot that makes your toes curl. “Yeah, right there, baby-”
You are sure Conquest has short circuited. As soon as you call him baby he loses it. He presses his lips to yours and his pace becomes sloppy. He kisses down your jawline and your neck. Conquest continues kissing you, clearly getting closer to coming as well.
“I’m- I’m- Shit-” You stutter out. You can barely think straight.
You clench around him again, coming undone this time. Your eyes roll back, your mouth falling slightly agape. Conquest’s thrusts speed up slightly. He groans in your ear.
Without thinking, you speak. “You can come inside.” Your legs lock around him.
As soon as the words leave your mouth Conquest comes, hard and fast. His pace begins to slow and he drops on top of you, still careful as to not crush you. You both lay there, catching your breath. Conquest is still inside of you, his hand gently rubbing up and down your side. You sigh and your hand rubs up his back, your nails gently scraping his skin. Your legs fall from his waist and you gently push his shoulder.
“You’re heavy,” you wiggle under him. “You can just lay beside me.”
“Hm,” Conquest huffs, “you don’t want me lying on top of you?” Conquest is soft by now, but he still lies there.
“No. Conquest you’re crushing me,” you whine.
“I’m being careful not to do that.”
You shove his shoulder a little harder. “Move over,” you narrow your eyes at him. Your words do nothing to make him move, “I won’t go anywhere, you’re stuck with me.”
Conquest lifts up, looking at you, “Promise?” He says it teasingly.
You cross your heart and smile at him. He finally rolls off of you and you breathe deeply, finally catching your breath. “Man, what do they even feed you guys?” You roll onto your side and look at him. You easily tangle your legs with his. “You know,” you reach out for him, gently touching his face, “I’m glad you found me. I’m also glad you didn’t kill me.” You let out a soft laugh.
Conquest stiffens, letting out a quiet groan, “Don’t say anymore unless you want to go another round.”
“Fuck,” You shiver at the thought of him fucking you again, “let me rest some, I don’t have great stamina anymore.” You whine.
You both lay there in your bed, in silence. Your eyes shut and Conquest’s hand rests on your ribs. You cuddle closer to him and just hope you can stay like that for a while. You are unsure how much time you have with him. You can only hope it is forever, but you are not sure, so you know you must enjoy this while it lasts.
Hihi, glad to see you are back! Can't say I know a lot about entrance exams (I'm doing a coursework based course) but I know from my watching my brother that exams are tiresome and grueling. Make sure to do something fun to treat yourself for pulling through, regardless if you get the marks you wanted, you deserve it for putting in the effort.
And well since I'm here anyway...
Could I get viltrumites (Conquest, Thragg, Younger Nolan, viltrumite mark etc) with a GN!reader that is the embodiment of a nerd; pulls all nighters (and days) playing games, gambles in gacha games like money grows on trees, has an ungodly amount of figurines, comics, plushies, collectibles, watches anime, and in general is very introverted.
I think this is an interesting idea because viltrumites don't have these forms of entertainment, let alone are able to dedicating their whole life to it. It would be so funny that the reader is playing like Minecraft and you have like conquest peering over their shoulder.
Or
Or
Thragg standing with his arms crossed to the side, pretending he isn't watching whatever anime the reader put on and ends up binge watching the whole series like that.
A.n: Hehe thanks Jamie! Your words really lifted my spirits—though it's pretty clear I won't be getting a good grade, since it's considered the second hardest exam of all the years for university admissions etc. Still you gave me energy. I hope your sibling also gets rid of this damn exam stress quickly in life.
Characters: Conquest, Thragg, Young Nolan, Viltrumite Mark, Kregg.
Conquest
Trying to kill the Warden you found in a cave with your friend was hard with thorns piercing your shoulder. You tried not to look out of the corner of your eye, because looking would mean hope. And giving hope to the old pile of flesh behind you would mean your end.
But you weren't a heartless person, especially to a man who had lived without love for thousands of years. With a grimace that wrinkled your chin and nose, you turned to Conquest with a low growl.
"How much longer are you going to stand behind me like a lunatic who's come to take my soul?" you asked, pulling your gaming headset away from your ear.
Coming out of his trance, Conquest squared his slumped shoulders. "You looked like you were having fun beating that thing on the screen. It wouldn't be right to interfere with your battle." that dreamy, hesitant tone of voice coming from his lips...
You waved the gamepad in your hand as if trying to strangle something in midair. This man was going to be the death of you.
You got up from the cushion you were sitting on on the floor and settled next to Conquest, who was sitting on the couch. Sprawling out in a slouch, you quit the game without giving your friend much of an explanation. You looked out of the corner of your eye at him, who looked like a wet puppy.Leaning over the side of the couch, you picked up another gamepad on the floor among the video games and held it out to him.
"I'm going to teach you why I'm addicted to these things," you said, lifting the gamepad a little higher. Conquest's gaze slid first to you, then to the controller you held out, before he slowly took it from your hand.
"Now get ready, because I'm going to open one that's considered the absolute legend of games." sliding your tongue over your lips, you let the words out with excitement.
Conquest watch as you pressed the buttons and thenlooked at the screen of the game you had opened. With a completely unimpressed face, "Mortal Kombat? Is this the kind of thing you spend your time on?" he spoke faintly, waving his hand toward the screen.
Suddenly your hand hit his lip and with a pout, "Heyy we're talking about my life's work here, man! Use that thousand year old mouth of yours a little carefully. Unlike you, even the few years we live are precious."
As you pulled your hand away from his face, Conquest shifted his gaze back to the screen but gave you one last side eye. You were sprawled on the couch with a relaxed ease he always saw and was a bit tired of.
"Let's see your ass get kicked regardless of the experience and power you have in real life." These were the last sweet words he heard from you that night. Poor Conquest, that day he met another side of you he never wanted to see again, in a way that would make him never even want to go near games anymore.
Thragg
For Thragg, the opposite of weakness was death. He couldn't even tolerate weak things being around him or standing against his empire. In a place like earth, which harbored nothing but total parasites, he should have crushed the first parasite that came into his hands until he squeezed the very life out of them.
Yet, that parasite's dependency had awakened things in him he never thought he would desire. The need to be needed. Not because he was the strongest in the universe or because of the blood he carried,but sheer necessity of being by your side.
Thragg was certain he was poisoned. For him to serve a body so fragile compared to his own just like that—there could be no other explanation. He met your every need and helped you. He stopped you from being alone in the bathroom to ensure you didn't waste your energy, carried your shopping bags, carried you everywhere when your legs couldn't hold you and offered the relaxation your body needed with his own hands.
You always accepted everything he offered you. Except for one single thing. A screen so small it couldn't even be the cock of his own spaceship was causing you problems he couldn't find a cure for.
Sleep issues he had never experienced in his entire life began to arise at night with the screams you threw at that screen. You didn't need him, and as a mate he couldn't help you. Because according to your words: "Oh no Thragg, you go and try something new with that beautiful mustache of yours. I need to beat this high score, I can't give it to you. You don't even have experience."
He hated those characters that displayed stupid images and sounds on that screen, and to top it off occupied space in your room. Everything about them! They were the most disgusting creatures he had ever seen in his life. And you, drooling over their scenes and pouring out words of love to them.
"Those should have been my words of love...they belonged to me!" he spat the words, hovering in the air while holding Leon Kennedy's face model by the throat. The fury on his face was a guarantee that things would not end well.
Young Nolan
Nolan felt nothing for humans. To him they were just bodies serving his purpose, nothing more than the inhabitants of earth. But if there was one thing he hated about this world, it was how humans became slaves to their own desires.
This was a trait he hated in you, too. And he was furious at himself for not realizing sooner how the roots of this filth had spread right beneath his feet when he entered your life.
With an angry and jealous expression on his face, he came up from behind and wrapped his arms around you. He buried his face in your neck—which was his most precious thing. "Come on, love. Don't watch videos of a game you already play. It's late, you need to sleep."
After pulling your hands away from the snack you were eating and licking them clean, you brought them to Nolan's soft hair and tousled it. Without taking your eyes off the screen, you planted a soft kiss on Nolan's temple. "I want to watch a little more." your calmly spoken words were choked out by the arms tightening around your body.
"No, I learned humans staying up late and sleeping less accelerates their death. I don't want you away from that bed. Now, don't whine and come." As he lifted your body without any effort, only thing you could do was turn off the tv with the remote and toss it onto the couch.
While you let out small, sweet complaints in his arms—Nolan felt as if he had won a victory that swelled his chest even more than the great wars he had fought in his life. In his arms, you were heading to bed together.
His eyes were practically smiling because he had pulled you away from those stupid things.
But his smile vanished the moment you slid under the covers. When you hugged that stupid character plushie on the bed as if it were your everything, instead of tossing it away—Nolan's hand went to his chest. His lips parted as if he had witnessed the betrayal of the century, while his brows radiated sheer hatred.
He suddenly snatched it from your hands and even though you protested and kicked him, he threw it toward the door sending plushie flying into the darkness. "I am sick and tired of seeing that fucking thing everywhere, absolutely everywhere! First your phone, then the dining table and every single second of your free time. But that disgusting thing is not coming into this bed. The warmth of your arms and your body belongs only to me." As he spoke commandingly, he pressed you down hard against the bed with a single hand on your chest.
You wanted to slap him for doing this or maybe kiss him to shut him up. But no matter what you did, that plushie would never even step foot in your room again. With a whining Nolan on your hands, life was not going to let you enjoy certain things.
Viltrumite Mark
"He deserved to die." your neck turned toward the presence beside you with the clicking slowness of a mechanical device. Toward the being who was insulting your beloved character—the one you had been crying over with snot and tears for the past half hour, unable to get over his death.
Mark was a being you could never quite categorize. He loved violence and things related to it but he didn't like you being around it. Just like how despite having an interest in the violent games you played, he would annoy you like a watchdog just to pull you away from them.
But earth could change many things, even your terrifying soldier Mark. Still miracles had made you forget certain truths. Like just how jealous and vengeful Mark could be.
Waving your hand in the air, "Excuse me? He deserved to die? He was a broken person who never received family or friend love, and only felt a sense of responsibility toward the person who kept him alive. How could he have deserved that, Mark!" your voice came out much more defensive and harsh than intended, but he didn't seem to care either.
He faced your swollen eyes with a stoic expression. "His past and who he was doesn't change the fact that he was against the side we stand in the serie. He was just an obstacle.His flawed and painful life is irrelevant. Every living being has pain but that cannot be an excuse for something like treason."
"Treason!" You laughed nervously, almost unable to believe his words. You shouldn't take it this personally and just drop the subject, but you simply couldn't. He was a character you had loved for years and Mark knew this. Of course he knew, he had indulged your so called weirdness and even helped you with your collection.
But there it is—that's a son of a Viltrumite stabs you in the back. "Shame on you. If I knew a day would come where I'd hear these words from you, I would have never introduced you to the sacred paths of this series. You are a heretic."
"I think being a heretic is better than being a traitor." You swung the hugging pillow of your favorite character standing next to you right at his face like a hammer.
Some bastards just shouldn't live too long.
Kregg
Kregg standing there with his single open eye making it crystal clear just how sick of life he was, jumped at the sudden, breathless scream. He nearly dropped the cigarette in his mouth. He whipped his head around and looked across the street from his motorcycle, which had been parked in front of a cafe for quite a while.
He had watched you scurry to the opposite sidewalk with shopping bags filled with your favorite games. Ignoring the crowd of people looking at you strangely after your recent shriek, you pushed through them and dashed toward the sight that had made your heart skip a beat.
Pushing himself off by his hip, he stepped away from his bike and walked toward you. You were leaning down in front of a comic book store hands and face pressed against the glass, most likely forgetting to breathe.
"Oh, please..." Kregg said, looking up to the sky in despair. This situation bore a resemblance that his mind still couldn't shake off.
"KREGG! LOOK AT THESE! THE NEW MOON KNIGHT COMICS! AND A SPECIAL VARIANT, TOO! AND, AND—OHHH GODDAMN THE DAREDEVIL OMNIBUS!!" you paused, your lungs aching from the lack of air. But before Kregg could intervene, you started again. "LOOK AT THEM! I CAN FINALLY UNDERSTAND WHY MY HEART HAS FELT SO EMPTY UNTIL NOW—"
"I thought it was your stomach that was empty" Kregg said, raising an eyebrow as he watched you slide down to your knees with dramatic slowness.
"BECAUSE MY BABIES ARE HERE! THEY WERE WITHOUT ME!" You swatted away his mood as if it were a fly. Suddenly you sprang to your feet and dashed through the door of the comic book store with the bags in your arms.
Even when you bumped into someone coming out of the door, you didn't care about them shouting at you. Before they could yell at you any further as you headed inside,Kregg suddenly got right in their face, his cigarette shifting between his lips right in front of them. "Get out of the way, bloodbag."
As the person ahead vanished as if they had seen a ghost, Kregg walked inside with a sigh. His eye searched the aisles for you. In the back rows you were talking to yourself with excitement, holding what was clearly going to turn into a tower of comic books.
"Ah...they'll be the death of me. And Thragg's biggest obstacle," he muttered with a sigh, coming up behind you. He leaned against a bookshelf as his hands inpockets, watching you live in your own world.
A world he would never understand but one he loved watching you be addicted to. Seeing you happy with just these kinds of things was fascinating.
His eye—which had softened while watching you, suddenly darted to a figure that caught his attention from the side. His brow furrowed instantly. Without breaking his posture, he grabbed the box and tossed it somewhere far away before you could see it.
It would be for the best if some things stayed hidden in unseen corners, far away from you.
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I love the idea of conquest trying to impress gn reader with his cooking skills but sadly doesn’t end well due to his lack of how cooking human food work!
Aww, and he'd try so hard because you're always cooking for him!
With all the effort and time you put into feeding him, Conquest knows he has to repay you somehow. From that very first offer to now– a little over a month later– he has to pay you back for every meal you've made for him, for every treat you've given him, for every drink you've mixed him.
He needs to. It... it's only right, he figures. Sure, he helps around with housework and protects you whenever you go out, but it's not the same. You sustain him, feed him things he never knew existed, allow him to taste flavours he never could have imagined.
Food needs to be repaid with food.
It's just that Conquest has no idea how to make you food. At least nothing that won't kill you. He was still shocked that eating certain things raw could poison and kill you.
Humans. So weak yet... endearing. At least you were.
But he'd be dammed if he didn't try his best.
The first attempt is a simple breakfast. He's observed you enough to know how to use your appliances. Bread in the toaster, eggs and bacon in the pan on the stove, and juice from the fridge.
As you come downstairs, you're presented with a slightly messy kitchen, half burnt toast, should've been fried eggs that look more scrambled, and very crispy bacon.
The juice at least is perfect.
You eye the food he presents you with, Conquest's lips tugging downwards beneath his moustache as he awaits your response almost nervously. Which is just...
Him? Nervous?
Finally, you offer him a warm smile. "Thank you, Conquest." You say, squeezing his arm. "It's definitely a good first try!"
He immediately relaxed, smiling happily as you begin to eat, offering him your praises afterwards– along with a sweet kiss to his cheek.
Obviously, Conquest doesn't stop there, wanting to make you a proper meal to come home to after a long day doing... whatever you did outside of the house. Some kind of work.
Regardless, he cracks open one of your recipe books and starts looking.
Soup? Maybe. Lasagna? Too complicated. Mac and cheese? ... maybe. Squinting, the bulky man scratches his chin thoughtfully, considering a few more recipes before grabbing a pen and some paper, beginning to jot down what he was going to do.
Glancing at the time, Conquest nodded to himself seeing he had around five hours to prepare. Plenty of time.
Arriving home after a long day, the last thing you expected to find was the dining table set and Conquest beaming with pride as he greeted you at the door.
"Hello," you murmured, smiling brightly as he kisses your cheek– you were still unused to all this affection. "How was your day?"
Conquest watched as you took off your shoes. "Good." He muttered, taking your bag from you. "Yours?" He asks in return.
"Busy." You sigh, stepping past him and following the smell in the air. "So, what did you make?"
Conquest follows behind you loyally, grinning as he guided you to the table.
"Dinner!" He says excitedly, glancing over to see your indulgent, fond look as he grabbed the dishes. "I did my best, and if I do say so myself, I think you'll enjoy it, darlin'."
You hum softly, cheek squished against your fist as you watch him move around, the day's exhaustion disappearing as you observed your alien housemate-turned-boyfriend.
"I don't doubt it." Even if it was burnt or too salty, you'd eat it all. You cared too much not to.
When he comes back over, Conquest presents you with a very full plate of soft rice, a large, well cooked slab of mutton drenched sauce that smelled of spice and tomato, and a side of cooked vegetables also drenched in the sauce.
Thoroughly impressed, you looked up at him. "Wow. Did you actually make this?" You ask, thinking back to his previous attempts. He'd certainly come a long way from burnt foods and atrocious food matchups.
"Mmm-hmm." He nodded, moustache quirked up as he beamed. "Now, give it a taste." He encouraged, looking oddly excited.
With a soft huff, you began cutting up the mutton, more than happy to indulge him, especially since your stomach was beginning to growl.
The rice was soft with a light flavour; on its own you'd probably grow bored with it, but the meat and vegetables more than made up for it, practically melting on your tongue while melting it with its spicy sauce. You swallow, blinking spice-induced tears from your eyes.
"Wow. Wow. You did–" you clear your throat. "Really good with this, Con! Though I might need some water. Or milk." You say, Conquest chuckling a bit, looking almost flustered as he went to get you a drink.
"'m glad, darl'." He murmurs, pausing when you offer him a forkful of mutton. He eyes it, then you, before happily taking it.
Patting the chair besides you, you wait for him to sit before continuing to eat, sharing with him. Because while you were starving, Conquest seemed to forget you weren't him sized and gave you far too much. But that was fine. You were more than happy to share.
