Conquest’s Wifey

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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Sorry it took me so long to write this one! I’ve been lacking on motivation lately so I kinda put this off, but thank you for the idea! I hope you like it ☺️

Conquest x GN! Reader; Surprises

No warnings just pure fluff!

Why had you been so adamant on getting him out of the house? You’d given him some money and told him to go out for a couple hours, said you needed to deep clean the house, and being the good boyfriend he was he obediently listened.

Conquest found himself staring at rows of hats at the local sporting goods store, he’d been staring at them for probably a good thirty minutes, not that he’d end up buying himself one. He’d barely noticed the wayward glances of passing shoppers, and one glare at a worker sent them skittering off, leaving him alone to think. Usually if he was somewhere you were at his hip, he almost never left the house without you, you were the only person that made being around the rest of humanity bearable. So why had you been so eager to shoo him out? Had he done something to displease you without realizing it?

He glared at the hats like they’d give him an answer, was this your way of getting back at him? It wasn’t his fault for eating the cookie dough you made the other day, he didn’t know you needed to cook it, were you still mad about that? Conquest huffed under his breath with a grumble, snagging a plain camo ballcap from the rack and gripping it tight, deciding he wouldn’t go back home empty handed. You needed a couple hours, he’d give you that, even if he had no idea how to entertain himself that long.

Meanwhile, you were moving around the kitchen like a bat out of hell, a mess of flour and eggs staining your apron. Why were you moving like you had a fire under your ass you might ask? Well, today was the day you decided to give Conquest a birthday surprise, something you’d been planning for weeks now. You remembered all the times he’d told you he didn’t really remember his birthday, it wasn’t something they celebrated on Viltrum, and when you live as long as him you tend to forget it. It had tugged at your heart, how could he go through life without a proper birthday celebration?

Music filled the warm air in the house as you moved with the rhythm, humming along to whatever song had decided to play next on shuffle, letting yourself get carried away as you prepped on two different fronts. While you were preparing the cake batter and icing from scratch, the pot roast was slow cooking in the crockpot, potatoes getting crispy in the oven in all their garlic buttery goodness. Not only were you making a red velvet cake from scratch for your beloved boyfriend, you were making a hearty pot roast dinner, his two favorite foods.

You felt bad for sending him out like you did, you hated lying to him, Conquest had looked like a kicked puppy when you shooed him out of the door. You’d reassured yourself that the result was worth it, he deserved to have a day just for him, to celebrate something that he’d never had the opportunity to before. From all the things he’d opened up to you about his home world you’d learned it was a very bland, sad place to live. No chance to have a childhood, constantly having to fight and serve from the moment you could walk and talk, how could a species live so long without even a single moment of love or warmth?

“Everything is coming together! I hope he loves it, if he hates it I might actually cry.” You mumbled in a tired sigh with a smile, pouring the finished batter into the cake pan, before moving to the oven to pull the potatoes out to put the cake pan in. The kitchen smelt like pure heaven, a thick mix of sweetness and savory, just looking at all the food had your stomach growling. “I wonder what trouble Con is getting himself into right now?”

“How long does it take to clean? It can’t possibly take this long…” Conquest muttered to himself as he hovered above the town, letting the warm summer air whip around him, looking down at the bustling town below him. He’d spent way too long in that stupid store, donning the camo hat he’d gotten for himself, the one he told himself he wouldn’t buy. What did humans do to pass the time if they weren’t working? He’d never had this much free time on his hands, the Empire had always made sure to keep him busy, not giving him more than a day to rest between the next mission.

He’d considered going to that little ice cream shop you always took him to, getting something for the both of you to enjoy, maybe that would fix whatever he did to get kicked out of the house? Was he just overthinking all of this? Gods, why did he even care? Conquest reached up to pull the hat down tighter on his head, flying up into the white clouds painting the sky, anything to clear his head of the thoughts. Just another hour or two and he’d be allowed home, the first thing he was doing was figuring out if you were mad at him or not, there was nothing worse than a grumpy mate, especially when he didn’t know why.

The hours seemed to fly by as you prepared the birthday feast, most of it was finished, waiting to be served up. You were finishing the final touches on the cake, a beautiful cream cheese frosting covering the red velvet in a thick layer, just how he liked it. Grabbing the container of cute, star shaped sprinkles you’d gotten for it, you finished the cake by layering the top in the colorful decorations. Sitting proudly in the center stood a single candle, lord knows if you tried to put his age on there it would take up the whole cake, so you’d settled on one pretty candle in the center.

For decorations around the house you’d blown up some balloons that settled on the ceiling, a nice tablecloth to avoid any mess, and a banner that said “Happy Birthday, Con” on it. Moving the cake to the table and placing a lighter nearby so you didn’t forget it, you finally let out a sigh of relief, looking around at your work with pride. It had taken you almost half the day, but it was perfect, now all that was needed was the birthday boy. As you reached for your phone on the counter you paused, hearing the familiar ‘thunder’ in the sky above the house, you’d almost missed it with the music playing in the house. Conquest was home.

Conquest landed with a soft thud on the front lawn, pulling off his hat and smoothing the hair at his nape where it’d been mussed, taking a moment to collect himself before he walked towards the door. He had spent the day rehearsing a million things in his head to say, half hearted apologies, maybe even dropping to his knees to ask for your forgiveness for his unknown infractions. It was beneath him, but so was everything on this planet except for you. When he stepped through the front door he opened his mouth to start his rambling, when he froze at the strange sight in front of him, the smell of tantalizing food hitting him in a wall of hunger inducing goodness.

“Kitten… what is all this…?” The viltrumite asked with a mix of confusion and wariness, looking from your radiant smile to the decorations, his good eye landing on the banner hanging over the dining room. ‘Happy Birthday, Con’. “Happy Birthday, sweetheart! What do you think? I know it’s not technically your birthday, but I really wanted to surprise you!” The words were muffled in his ears but he still heard them, he heard the pure joy dripping from your statement, the pride and the look at him for his approval. Had you gone out of your way to do this for him?

Conquest didn’t say anything as he shut the door behind him, stepping into the room and letting his eyes wander around, landing on the food you had prepared for him. A hefty cake sat on the table with a candle, a slow cooked pot roast simmering in the crockpot, potatoes and greens sitting waiting to be dished out. This whole time he thought you were mad at him for something, yet really you’d spent the day cooking his favorite foods, taking the time to give him a celebration for something he honestly forgot about. Is this what humans did to celebrate each others birthdays? On Viltrum the most you got was a beating on your 18th birthday, every other one was left behind to be ignored in place of duty, he couldn’t think of a time where he’d ever celebrated it.

“It’s…” he paused as he tried to find the right words, it was colorful, it was unnecessary, it was… perfect. When Conquest couldn’t find his words he pulled you into a hug instead, wrapping his arms around you to tuck your head under his chin, giving him a moment to let out the breath he’d been holding. No one had ever done anything like this for him, no one cared to remember the things he liked, no one celebrated him like he deserved it. “…Thank you, little one. It’s… perfect…”

That was the highest compliment you could ever get from him, returning the hug and burying your face in his chest, practically vibrating with joy. A part of you was anxious thinking he’d hate it, that he’d think it was too much, so this was the closest you’d get to his praise for your hard work. “You’re welcome, hun, it’s all for you!” Taking his hand in yours you led him to the table, having him sit down in front of the cake while you grabbed the lighter, beaming with excitement as you lit the candle for him. “Alright honey, go ahead and make a wish, then blow out your candle.”

Conquest quirked his brow at the instruction, what was the point of him making a wish? Was this another odd human tradition? Watching you light the candle he looked down at the flame, he gave you a crooked little smile, leaning in to blow out the flame with an incredulous chuckle. Did he wish for anything? No. Why would he? He had everything he could ever want and more, he had someone who truly loved him, he didn’t have to be a slave to the Empire anymore… that’s all he could ever want. But he wouldn’t tell you that, he’d let you think he made one, anything to keep that beautiful smile on your face.

I redrew this screencap of Conquest in my art style cause he’s just so fineeee LIKE UGHHHHHH I love his evil little smiles so much.

Could you write about Conquest x f! Plus size Reader, maybe how they met? (I must admit, the idea of Reader working for Cecil and interrogating Conquest, and over time he falling in love with Reader because he realizes she's genuinely kind and not a trick to get information) You know the dynamic of the villain hating someone and then falling in love with them over time.

(And maybe he'll hear someone making fun of Reader, saying how lonely she is and how she'd probably go on a date with just anyone.)

(I'm sorry if my English isn't the best)

I love your writing, have a beautiful day/night

AAAAA THANK YOU!!! I try my best to write him accurately. 🥰

Thank you for this idea, I’ve wrote something similar for a bigger fic I’m working on, so I’ll absolutely write this! Thank you for the brainworms, i hope this is what you were wanting 😊

Conquest x F! Plus Size! Reader; First Meetings

SFW/No warnings except some fatphobia/fat shaming and canon violence. 2.2k words.

“Well look at that. You must be the worm they sent to pester me. How pathetic.”

Oh dear lord. The next time you saw Cecil you swore you’d kick him in the dick for this. He’d sent you to this base, which to your horror, was quite literally in the middle of a damn desert. Why, you ask? To question the one man on earth that could destroy the entire planet if he wanted to, Conquest, as if keeping the Titan trapped in a tungsten cube under the desert was a good idea in the first place. To say you weren’t exactly thrilled was an understatement, oh yeah it’s totally safe Cecil said, you didn’t believe that for a single second.

You’d been the one to ask Cecil for a new job, since your last detail was a total disaster, your coworkers had taken to making you the joke of the research labs. But this? This definitely wasn’t what you’d expected when you wanted to get away from the HR nightmare of your last position, now you were stuck with a man who beat Invincible to near death and destroyed multiple cities in one day, how could this be any better than being constantly made fun of? Letting out a long sigh at Conquest’s comment you held your tablet to your chest, standing in front of the cube he was in, trying not to roll your eyes at his attitude.

“Yep, that’s me. I’m the one you’re gonna be stuck with for a while. If you want to be left alone, and save us both some trouble, you’ll just answer the questions I’ve got for you. Okay?” You retorted back at the older man, trying to give him a deadpan expression so he didn’t read how you really felt, the last thing you needed was Conquest to see that he scared the shit out of you. Too bad, unfortunately he must be part bloodhound, cause it’s like he could smell the discomfort on you. Maybe it was the way you stood all tensed up, keeping a good few feet away from his exposed head, looking at him like he’d snap you like a twig right then and there.

That got a short chuckle from Conquest as his good eye roved over your figure, a lopsided grin of sheer arrogance plastered on his face, like he wasn’t the one trapped in a ridiculous looking metal cube. “Damn, you got some spark talkin’ to me like that, little worm! What makes you think I have any interest in your questions, or your comfort?” Smug bastard. He was looking at you like he was already thinking of a million ways to squish you like a bug, that wasn’t exactly comforting, but he clearly didn’t care how you felt about this arrangement. If he wasn’t a planet crushing viltrumite you’d consider slapping that smug smirk right off his face.

“Because if you don’t answer the questions, Conquest, you’ll be seeing my face every single day until you do.” The words were plain and direct, you weren’t trying to play a game of ‘who can insult each other the most’, you just wanted to get this over with so you could go home and bed rot like usual. It’s not like you had a social life, or many friends, but the comfort of your home was the one thing you could always rely on. Your tone made Conquest narrow his eyes, he wasn’t used to a lesser being talking to him like this, it’d take no effort at all to tear out your heart if he really wanted to. Still, he had no intention of answering any of your questions, if it was a game of stalemates that’s one he could win too.

“Hmph. Guess you better get used to seeing my face every day too, kitten.” Conquest spoke confidently, not bothering to hide the irritation visible in his features, staring you down with a look that could definitely kill. You returned his look with one of your own, pinching the bridge of your nose with a huff of frustration, turning on your heel to move to the table set up nearby. If this is how he wanted to play then fine, you’d sit here stuck with him for your entire four hour shift, at least you had the tablet for some form of entertainment if he was gonna act like this. Not like you expected much out of him anyways, it was only your first day, and seeing how arrogant he was you knew this could take a while…

Week three and you’ve barely made progress on the actual interrogation side of your assignment. Conquest was a talkative man, he loved to talk to you about everything but the questions, but hey, progress was progress right? You’d started to soften up to the viltrumite despite the circumstances, even if you wouldn’t admit it aloud, you were starting to care about him. He didn’t share much about his life, mainly just asking about yours, so you shared little by little about yourself to him. You’d told him about why you were stuck working with him, about your lackluster life outside of your job, which he promptly made fun of you for, but he actually listened to you.

“Did you get all dressed up for me, squish? You always wear those boring clothes, I think you should wear this more often, it makes you easier on the eyes.” He nodded to your current outfit, which was a simple button up and blazer with a pencil skirt, a little more feminine than the usual clothes you wore. You had to meet Cecil earlier that morning so you had to look nice, at least Conquest thought you looked good, your coworkers didn’t. Running your fingers through your hair you cast a side glance towards him, shaking your head with a breathy laugh. “I had to meet with my boss today, Conquest, but I appreciate the compliment. At least you like my outfit today.”

That last comment caught Conquest’s attention immediately, the way your tone frayed in self deprecation, that hadn’t snuck past him. He wasn’t an oblivious man, he had seen the things you wore, the way you always tried your hardest to hide your body under baggy layers. He didn’t understand why you hid your figure, all human bodies were weak and pathetic to him, why did you act like yours was worse than any other body? The older man’s brows furrowed as he looked you over, before his amber eye met yours, not betraying the thoughts in his head. “You act like I’m the only one to say that, worm. Why? Do you not get compliments?”

That made you stiffen a little where you stood, your smile a little more tight lipped than before, returning your gaze down to your tablet in your lap. No, you didn’t get compliments, you got snide comments and backhanded ‘compliments’. You weren’t pretty enough for compliments, not like your skinner coworkers were, you were just the butt of their jokes. Just earlier one of your male coworkers had made a comment to another coworker, something about ‘you can’t put lipstick on a pig’, they hadn’t even tried to keep it between them. That was just how it was, that’s why you’d ended up here in the first place, that was your life.

“No… not usually. You’re actually the only one who compliments me, Conquest.” Your tone had shifted as your mood took a nosedive, much quieter than before as you recessed into the depths of your mind, remembering all the times you’d get insulted or torn down by others around you. Conquest was the only man to look at you like you were actually worth looking at, most of the time you didn’t know how to react, you weren’t used to anyone showing interest. Now that your mood was successfully crushed you didn’t feel like talking, looking down at the tablet to avoid seeing the look in his eyes, wishing you could just melt into your chair and disappear.

Conquest didn’t know why that bothered him. He didn’t like the way you withdrew, he shouldn’t care how you felt, you were just some pathetic girl… but that sadness on your face made his cold heart twinge. He knew what it was like to be the outcast, his own kind treated him like a beast, they kept him separate from everyone else except when they needed him. Did other humans treat you like that too? Just because of the way you looked? He didn’t offer any more words, he knew you wouldn’t respond, but his mind was already burning with new considerations he’d never thought before.

Conquest never wanted to see you sad like this ever again.

Months had passed now and your bond with Conquest was deeper than you’d ever expected. Cecil was breathing down your neck to get answers from the Viltrumite, which had been a fruitless effort, and the stress of that had started to get to you. It’s not like you could just go to your boss and say, ‘oops I’m sorry I didn’t mean to fall hopelessly in love with the mass murderer alien you’ve got trapped in a cube’, that was out of the question. But it was the truth, over the days spent talking to Conquest you’d fallen for him, excited for every chance you had to work with him, even getting out of your comfort zone to dress nicer for him.

You’d thought no one would notice your bond with the older man, at least you didn’t notice that any of your coworkers saw it, but that changed when you’d arrived for your most recent shift. When you pulled up in your jeep outside where the base should’ve been, all you found was a giant hole in the ground, getting out hesitantly to investigate the destruction. The base was reduced to a mess of earthy ground and shredded metal, sunken down and still settling, that definitely wasn’t good this was actually the worst case scenario.

Where was Conquest?

Your heart sunk in your chest and your throat had tightened in an instant, tears welling up in your eyes, clutching your bag to your chest tight. Had he really escaped? Had he just flown off to return to Viltrum? Did the months of bonding really mean nothing to him? Why were you shocked? Conquest was one of the most powerful beings in the universe, why would he want you, why would he ever choose you over the life he had? God, you were stupid to get your hopes up, to think there was ever a man that would choose to love you.

“Shit… I better call Cecil—“

The words got cut off when you suddenly felt the firm grip of an arm around your waist, shrieking in fear when you were pulled up against a firm body, the ground disappearing from under you in a nauseating pull up towards the afternoon sky. You’d squirmed and thrashed for a second until you heard his familiar voice, looking over your shoulder to see a broad chest behind you, and then the face of the man you loved. “Relax, kitten. You’re screaming like I’m trying to kill you.” Conquest murmured next to your ear, giving you that ever so cocky smile of his, even as he held you in his arms hundreds of feet above the ground. “Yeah well, you scared the fuck out of me! Why did you escape?! What are you doing, Conquest?”

Huffing a laugh at your rapid fire questions he hovered just below the clouds, holding you tight against his body so you didn’t fall, noticing the faint glaze of tears in your eyes. Had you cried when you realized he escaped? Did you think he really left you behind? Conquest sat you on his thigh so he could shift you in his hold, turning you to face him before he held you back against his naked body, it was a nuisance not having his prosthetic arm right now. “Geez, slow down, little worm. I was tired of being in that pathetic excuse for a prison. And I wanted to take you with me.”

Trying to ignore the fact that Conquest was as naked as the day he was born, and that you were pressed right up against all that juicy muscles of his, you blinked in actual surprise at him. He’d escaped… for you? You’d assumed he’d just left without you, you hadn’t even considered that he’d done it for you, that he actually wanted to keep you around. Your cheeks flushed as you tried to act like you hadn’t almost just sobbed your heart out seconds earlier, burying your face against his chest, seeking out the warmth of his body against the chill of the lower atmosphere.

“You broke out… for me? Why?”

Conquest looked down at you and his expression softened just a fraction, seeing just how small and fragile you looked in his embrace, the way you sought out comfort in him. He didn’t know if he was ready to say exactly why he’d escaped, that he’d heard some of your coworkers talking behind your back, saying that a girl as fat as you could only get attention from a freak like him. He didn’t want you to know that he’d broke out to spill their blood, that he tore them apart and gutted them for what they’d said, he was too proud to ever admit that. Instead he held you tighter to him without hurting you, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent with a hum of appreciation.

“Cause it’s about time I stopped wasting both our time on just talking, kitten…”

Funny little extra scene:

“Conquest… why are you naked?”

“What? Did you expect me to regenerate my uniform too?”

“… No… but we better get you in something. It’s not exactly smart to fly around naked…”

“Oh, do you not like my body, kitten? That’s not what your eyes are saying.”

“Con! I swear to god, let me get you home before you start getting any ideas.”