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The Conqueror’s Weakness

I’m back to writing from a long hiatus! I saw Quantumania last weekend and came here looking for Kang smut. I couldn’t find very many so I decided to give it a shot. I’ve had a massive crush on Jonathan Majors since Lovecraft Country in 2020 so I’m incredibly happy he’s blowing up now.

Masterlist can be found here!

Direct tags: @blackleatherjacketz @samwilsonsbabymama @jonathan--majors @love-at-all-times @gh0stsp1d3r @inklore @lauranehme (I’m so sorry if I forgot anyone)

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Pairing: Kang the Conquer x fem reader

Rating: SMUT! NSFW, 18+, Minors DNI

Word count: 3500

Warnings: mild spoilers for Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania, the reader's life is in danger at the start, mentions of death and dying, one scene could make you a bit queasy if you're afraid of heights, kidnapping, enemies to lovers trope (I guess?), lots of angst, a bit of fluff, the reader is kind of clumsy, slow burn, kissing, some swearing, oral (fem receiving), unprotected P in V (wrap it up in the real world k?), nothing too rough but a little scratching, multiple orgasms, squirting, Kang is a little possessive, everything is consensual

Notes: Kang’s goons have kidnapped you. You don’t really know where they are taking you. You might be in the quantum realm or maybe in another part of the multiverse where Kang has a functioning time ship. You can decide. it’s up to your imagination to fill in the preface. I took some inspiration from ‘What if…?’ as well, you’ll see what I mean. I recommend reading this slowly. It’s a slow burn and Kang’s speech and moments are supposed to be measured and calculated, like in the movie.

You enter an expansive great hall with your head down, led by two soldiers. You aren’t sure if they are humans or machines. Glowing helmets cover their entire heads. You’re terrified to look up and see the man who has summoned you. You overheard the guards who have brought you here refer to him as ‘The Conqueror’

‘There you are.’ A rich, deep voice echoes across the vast room, sending shivers down your spine. One of the guards nudges your side for you to respond to him. You slowly raise your head to look at the man who spoke.

A regal man is slouched back on what looks to be a large chair poised in the center of a huge half-sphere, a massive golden throne. His armoured robes shine in deep shades of emerald and amethyst. He’s not looking at you. Instead, his eyes are down, facing his hand resting on his thigh, while twirling his gloved fingers, unbothered. His legs are spread wide.

He’s beautiful, you think but quickly suppress the thought, but dangerous.

‘Have you nothing to say to me, [Y/N]?’ His booming voice startles you as he stands up and descends from his throne. A deep purple cape cascades behind his massive frame as he begins to walk intently toward you.

‘I—’ you start, but your words leave you as he gets closer. He hovers over you. When your eyes meet, you notice a faint iridescent shimmer coating his dark irises. Two deep scars run parallel down his face. They start from his scalp running directly over his brows and eyelids. They continue down his face like streaks of tears, stopping just above his jaw.

He begins to circle you like a bird of prey, inspecting every inch of you. His heavy steps seem to shake the ground under your feet.

‘Who are you?’ You whisper, ‘How do you know my name? What do you want with me?’

‘You know who I am.’ His speech is elegant and slow with purpose behind each word.

‘I’ve never met you before,’ you answer.

‘Yes, you have,’ he states. ‘We always meet. I always find you, even when I’m not looking for you.’ You furrow your brows in confusion. ‘I am Kang.’ His voice is soft yet firm, warm yet chilling. ‘And you,’ he places his gloved hand on your cheek softly, ‘are my only weakness.’

‘I don’t understand.’ You can’t help but lean into his touch. Something is drawing you to this menacing yet dignified man. Kang, you repeat his name in your mind.  

He sighs, almost bored. ‘Every variant of me, across the multiverse, will fall in love with a version of you.’ Your eyes soften with these words before he drops his hand from your face. ‘But, it always ends with suffering, and it will become my demise.’ His voice becomes colder. ‘The pain of losing you will distract me from my goal, resulting in my defeat. So,’ he pauses to take a step back from you crossing his arms behind his back, ‘I have to kill you.’

‘You what?!’ Your heart races as you look back towards the hallway you were led through. Two faceless guards stand before it. You can’t escape. Thoughts race through your mind. How am I going to get out of this?

‘You can’t kill me if you love me.’ You try to sound stern but your voice cracks in fear.

‘Ah yes, but I do not love you.’ He states, matter-of-factly. ‘Not yet, that is. So, it must be done now before I can let that happen.’

‘Please,’ you beg softly, ‘I don’t want to die.’ You search his face. You should be running from him. You should be fighting for your life. But something inside of you is screaming to be closer to him.

‘Let me show you something,’ he declares before turning and walking back towards the throne and lowering himself into the blue cushions of the seat. He caresses the side of the golden structure before saying, ‘Come. Touch my ship.’

You hesitate but walk forward and reach out your hand. Kang’s eyes are studying your every move. When your hand meets the cool metal, visions flash through your mind.

You can see Kang, his face illuminated by the blue shield of his helmet, his eyes glowing as bright as stars. His scream is full of rage as a massive field of energy shoots out around him, decimating his foes.

You see a silvery line, branching out in multiple directions, starting to fade and wither. The word ‘timeline’ somehow comes to you. Planets turn to dust. People and buildings, frozen in time, seem to be melting upward into the skies.

You see Kang again, on his knees, cradling a lifeless body, sobbing into their chest. The crumbling world around him is fading away to blackness. As you move closer to him, the head of the person he’s holding falls back at the neck. Your own face is staring back at you, lifeless.

You scream and stumble backwards causing you to release your hand from the ship, bringing you back to the throne room. To your surprise, Kang catches you by the waist before you hit the floor.

‘What the hell was that?’ You try to catch your breath.  

‘My ship is neurokinetic. You have just seen into my mind.’ You can feel his warm breath on your neck. He’s holding you close to his chest. ‘Now, do you understand why I must kill you?’

‘Kang,’ you look up at him, pleading with him to reconsider, ‘It doesn’t have to end like this.’ You are surprised to see sadness on his face, tears are welling in his eyes.

Something unexplainable overcomes you and you press your lips into his. He resists, unmoving, unwilling to return your kiss. You shyly pull your lips away from his.

‘No,’ he whispers. He releases his hold on you and turns away. ‘I know what you are doing.’ There is anger in his voice now. ‘You can’t seduce me. I am the all-powerful Kang!’ He puffs his cheeks and blows out quickly in frustration.

He starts pacing the room. His hand is pressed firmly against his lips, furiously pondering. He’s not angry at you as much as he is himself for allowing himself to be so vulnerable. He has been in your presence for several minutes now and he still hasn’t killed you. He should have ended your life the moment you stepped through the doorway. Now he fears it’s too late.

Kang’s eyes are full of fury as strides towards you, stopping only inches away. You’re too scared to move. ‘I promised myself,’ he mutters through gritted teeth. ‘I would never love. Love makes people weak!’ he yells. He’s so close that you can feel his hot breath on your face, causing you to flinch.

This is it. This is how I die. You brace yourself for what’s to come. You expect him to strike you down or blast you with the strange energy you saw in the visions. But instead, he pulls you in again and kisses you hard, connecting the two of you with intense magnetism. 

You gasp softly in surprise, which allows your lips to open just enough for his tongue to slip into your mouth. You can taste the saltiness of tears, but you are unsure if they are yours or his. His kiss still lingers on your lips when he stops.

Kang burrows his face into your neck before his hands move gracefully to the base of your shirt to remove it in one quick motion. Your nipples harden as they graze against the cool metal of his armour. He grips your arms and spins you around, so he is standing behind you. You almost trip on your own feet but recover your balance quickly.

Your rational mind is no longer in control of your actions. You're frozen in place, shocked at everything that just happened. You have never felt simultaneously this terrified and aroused.

‘Are— Are you still going to kill me?’ Your voice is so quiet you're not sure if he heard you. You can feel the cool metal of his armoured suit against your exposed back.

‘No. Not today.’ He places his hands on your waist, pressing you into him. ‘But you must know, your life is still very much in danger.’ He starts to unfasten your pants as he speaks. His lips trace your exposed shoulder. ‘You will perish. It will destroy me. This will not have a happy ending.’ His gloved hand slips into your bottoms. ‘Is this what you want?’

‘Yes,’ you reply breathlessly as the leather gloves covering his fingers massage in slow circles on your clit. Your hips rock forward towards his hand.

‘I have come to the realization that our meeting, and your eventual death, is what’s called an ‘absolute point in time,” he carries on, his voice deep and slow in your ear. ‘If I try to avoid you, you will find me. If I try to kill you, I will fail. I cannot stop myself from loving you. It’s written in time itself.’ His breath is warm on the back of your neck.

‘Kang,’ you mewl as he abruptly removes his hand from your pants. The stark absence of his touch between your thighs is torture. You turn around to meet his gaze with lustful eyes. You place a hand on the chest plate of his armour, resenting the barrier between you. His hands travel down your back to your waistband.

He crouches down to remove your pants. You steady yourself by placing a hand on one of his broad shoulders to step out of them. He’s kneeling in front of you now as he tosses your bottoms aside.

He removes his gloves carefully before placing his warm hands on each of your calves, then slowly moves them upward, running them over the back of your knees to your thighs. His movements are painfully slow. You can hear your own heart beating in your ears as the blood rushes to your head.

‘You are mine, for all of time.’ Kang looks up at you with hooded eyes, before placing his lips on the spot that craves him. He pauses there for only a few seconds, but it feels like an eternity, before carefully circling his tongue under his latched lips.

‘I’m yours.’ You repeat as you step your legs further apart and place a hand on the back of his head, pushing his face into your pelvis slightly. He answers your gesture by squeezing the back of your thighs. The pace of his lapping continues, rhythmically.

The vast room is dim, sterile, and empty. Past the throne of his ship, there is a massive wall of glass overlooking Kang’s sprawling empire.

Suddenly, he stops and moves his hands down to just above the back of your knees to pull your legs one at a time onto his wide shoulders. He shifts your weight so his hands are cupped firmly  on your ass for support. You squeal and interlock your fingers around the base of his neck to keep yourself from falling over when he stands up effortlessly. His armour digs sharply into the seat of your thighs.

Kang smirks at you while walking towards the gigantic window with his cape flowing behind him. He then presses you against the glass. You gasp loudly from the feeling of the cold window pressing on the skin of your back. Your palms are splayed, pressing against the glass, giving you leverage.

You glance over your shoulder and the view makes you dizzy. You're suspended 400 feet in the air with just a thin pane of glass and Kang’s incredibly strong arms keeping you from crashing to the ground below. He delves his tongue into your folds again.

‘Oh fuck!’ you blurt out. Your head is spinning from the sensation of Kang’s lips and the precarious position he has you in. Your fingers screech against the glass behind you as you attempt to pull yourself up. He grips you tighter, steadying you. You close your eyes and lean your head back, trying not to think about the height.

‘You really are trying to kill me.’ You tease, letting out a nervous laugh. He doesn’t respond, his mouth is too busy with his current objective.

Almost without warning your orgasm hits you like an electric shock. You fold over resting your forehead on Kang’s scalp, cradling his head. Your body convulses and shakes as a primal moan escapes you.

He lets you down gently, allowing you to find your footing before releasing you. He steps back and wipes your juices from his chin. His lips are puffy and red from the friction.

You realize you're still leaning against the massive window. Panicked, you stumble forward into Kang’s arms. ‘You always were afraid of heights,’ he remarks with a devious smile.

You laugh a little louder than you mean to before you realize something firm is pressing on your stomach, just below your belly button, from under the fabric of Kang’s suit. Your hands start to explore the area, searching for a seam in the green and purple fabric.

‘Allow me.’ Kang turns away from you and walks back toward his throne. You begin to follow him then stop, unable to believe what you are seeing. There he stands, in the center of his chair with his arms stretched out, raised slightly upward. Blue rings whirl around him as his suit and armour start to dematerialize before your wide eyes.

Your jaw drops in awe. He’s built like a fucking god. His body is rippled with enormous muscles. His deep mahogany skin glistened in the fading light of the rings that were surrounding him seconds ago.

He sinks back down lazily into his seat, slouching slightly back, spreading his legs like when you first saw him. He has his elbow resting on his thigh. He lifts his hand, raises his index finger, and motions for you to come to him.

You’re completely stunned by his beauty. A warm feeling grows in your stomach, making it flip and turn.

‘Come to me, beloved,’ Kang coos, drawing out every word.

You walk towards him, his eyes never leaving yours as you climb onto the throne and then into his lap. Your hands run along his sculpted chest and shoulders. His thighs are almost too large for you to straddle him. His abs contract as he shifts his weight, closing his legs slightly to allow you to rest more comfortably. I’m dreaming. This is a dream.

‘Kang?’

‘Yes?’

‘Is this real? Are you real? Are you even human?’ You look down, embarrassed by your childlike questions.

He places a finger under your jaw and lifts your face to meet his smiling at you softly. ‘Reality is not what you think it is,’ he replies. ‘But yes, I am as real as the rays of light that grace your face when you step towards the sun. I am as real as the blades of grass that grow from the soil. And, yes, I am human, like you. I— mmm’

You interrupt him by smashing your lips against his mouth, connecting mostly with his teeth. A small chuckle leaves his throat before he kisses you back.

Kang’s hand cups your breast. He strokes your nipple with his thumb. Goosebumps spread all over your flesh. You reach down and grasp his erection, it’s almost as thick as your own wrist. You let out a soft whimper as you place the head of it against your drenched entrance.

You slowly sink down onto him. He almost doesn’t react, but you can hear him breathe out softly, a quiet sigh of relief. Inch by inch you lower yourself onto him, unsure if you can take his full length. Finally, you bottom out, completely full of him.

He leans back slightly so you can press yourself against him. His dark, shining eyes feel like they are piercing into your soul.

‘My beloved,’ his deep voice breaks the trans-like state you were in ‘are you alright?’

‘Yeah,’ you reply shyly, ‘sorry.’

‘You do not need to apologize.’ His voice is softer than before, ‘Please, take your time. Time is something I have too much of. I’m happy to share some with you.’

Instead of riding up and down, you begin to rock your hips back and forth, grinding your clit against his pelvis. He bites the corner of his lip as he watches you with his hands resting on the base of your thighs. It feels like a spiralling spring is coiling up inside you as you pick up speed until it finally releases.

‘I can make this last for what feels like forever,’ Kang whispers in your ear as you collapse, your face falling into the crook of his neck. Your inner walls clench against his cock as you come. ‘Time is irrelevant when you’re with me.’

In one fluid motion, he wraps his massive arms around you and lifts you, only to place you back down on your back against the soft fabric of his chair. Your legs are still wrapped around his waist. He enters you again, causing a low groan escapes your lips as you hold onto him tightly.

He begins to move in and out slowly. You can feel the muscles of his back contract and expand with each movement. He takes the time to grind deep into you with each excruciatingly pleasurable thrust.

Sex with Kang is sex in slow motion. Minutes feel like hours. You want this to last forever. Time seems to stand still as all your senses are heightened. Thrust after thrust, his rhythm is steady and strong, putting eye-rolling pressure on the same spot repeatedly. A fire is burning inside you, unlike anything you’ve felt before.

‘Kang!’ Your nails scrape against his back. He lifts himself up slightly to look you in the eyes.

‘Let it out, [Y/N]’ he growls with a drawl in his voice you haven’t heard before. ‘When you are ready, so am I.’

An explosion of pleasure rips through your body causing you to scream. Kang clenches his face but keeps his pace until you feel like you’re going to lose consciousness. A warm gush of clear liquid shoots out of you, soiling the blue upholstery of the seat under you.

Kang collapses on top of you, his body glistening with sweat. His breathing is heavily in your ear. Every muscle of his body twitches and spasms as he spills into you.

You both lay in each other’s arms for a moment, panting. Kang lifts himself off you and offers you his hand to help you up. With your hand in his, he says, ‘So, where would you like to go first, my beloved?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘We have all of time, across the multiverse, to explore. I can share it all with you, [Y/N].’ He raises his brows, waiting for an answer.

‘But I thought you said I was going to… die?’

‘You will. We all will die, in time.’ There is a blueish shimmer dancing over his dark eyes. 'But I will do everything in my power to prevent it. Until then, we have a multiverse to conquer.'

concomitant

prompt: "you don't want me? don't lie to me."

pairing: kang the conqueror x (f)reader

word count: 559

warnings: eighteen+ content, spoilers for quantumania, implied smut, kang being kang, my usual poetic flare.

note: shoutout to my bby @tom-whore-dleston for giving me even more of an excuse to write for this hunk of a man, i may have reworked your req and made it so reader took janets place with the whole 'fix my ship' storyline, so i hope that's ok!

“You don’t belong here.” The stark contrast between the heat from his gloves and the heat of your skin makes you shiver as he runs a finger along your jawline. His face so close to yours that you can see just how deep the scars that mark his face run. How dark and rigid they are against his skin. 

You wish it would make your stomach curdle. 

Wish it wasn’t making more questions and feelings start in your belly and go lower. Further into a region that has become too accustomed to stories of greatness and realities of time you can only dream of seeing, to offer you more than this realm you've reluctantly made your home. Your body has grown accustomed to his longing glances over a new discovery, the grazes of fingers when you're working together, his mission—his presence—giving you a purpose. Something you hadn't felt in years until he came into your life. 

Until he crashed and landed, lost and bruised, just like you. 

Until he lit a fire in your blood, making you feel cloudy and irrational in your thinking, urging you to go down a path from which you may never be able to return. 

“Come with me.” 

“I–”

“You can.” He finishes for you. Smothers any words of protest or conflict with the look he’s giving you. With the way he’s touching you so gently, so unlike the conqueror you’ve seen from his mind. 

The very thing that gives you pause. Reason to recoil from him even when you don’t. 

Instead, there's an ache between your legs that keeps you immobile against him. Keeps you in his clutches, in his trance. 

“There is nothing here for you.” His fingers leave your jaw, move across your collarbone, and down your chest, leaving you breathless the lower they go. “I can give you everything. Show you infinite realities. "Give you everything you've ever wanted," he says, his palm splaying just below your belly button. Your nails dig into the tethers of your makeshift home, to keep yourself from falling completely in his arms, hands—to your knees from his promises. "All those images of me you've played in your head at night when you think no one can hear the noises you make," his lips feather-like against your ear. “Come true.” 

Embarrassment stings your chest. Sends your insides in a twist and pull against each other as your head shakes. A denial at the tip of your tongue, ready to end this and be done with it all. To send him on his way, away from your home, away from you and the temptation he’s luring you into, like an unsuspecting traveler falling into a sinkhole they’ll never get out of. 

“You don’t want me?” He tsks, smirks against your ear. His voice low and authoritative: “Don’t lie to me. It will only take longer to get what we both want.” His hand moves across your clothed mound, fingers putting the lightest of pressures on your pelvis that has your hips moving forward involuntarily. 

“Join me, and I’ll give you everything.” His mouth finds yours. Seals your fate with his tongue, giving way to every promise he’s willing to keep if you take his hand and watch beside him as he wins a war he’s ultimately made you a part of.

As he burns the world.