#James conrad

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𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟒𝐤

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐀𝐍: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨 (𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧)

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“We’re lost.” 

You’ve known this simple fact for over half an hour. The Vietnamese jungle around you is lush and sticky and alive and, while it could easily melt into one neverending green space, you know you passed this same clump of trees fifteen minutes ago; you had the good sense to mark the spot with the lid of your water tank when you last passed. 

Up ahead, James doesn’t even slow, doesn’t so much as pause at the note of irritation in your voice, only continues pushing through the low-lying trees with purpose. If you didn’t already know you were lost, his quiet display of confidence would easily have you fooled. 

“We aren’t lost,” he replies shortly. It’s the most he’s spoken to you in the past half hour. 

He flicks away an errant bug that’s landed on the tanned skin of his forearm, but still doesn’t turn to look at you. It’s inconsequential, but it makes a senseless rage bubble violently within you, enough that you seriously consider lobbing your water tank at his pretty blonde head. 

You have to settle for scowling unseen at his broad back. Both of you should have been back at base camp forty minutes ago, but here you are still fumbling through the undergrowth with this infuriating man and his stupidly tight shirt. 

An irritated escapes you at the same time a cacophony of bird song sounds from the skies above. You recognise it as Parakeets, Long Tailed and Alexandrine. A sign that you’re at least close to the camp.

“Of course I’m the one who gets stuck with a tracker who can’t find his way out of a fucking forest,” you goad him.

It’s not intentional, not really, but you’re exhausted and hot and it’s been hours since you last ate. 

And, maybe, some small part of you is scared that you won’t find the camp before nightfall, but hell will freeze over before you admit that to James Conrad. 

The man already thinks you’re a runt. 

James still doesn’t stop or outwardly acknowledge your taunting, but even from where you are behind him you can see the roll of his shoulders and clench of his jaw that signals his agitation. 

You’re treading on very thin ice. 

“We aren’t far,” James replies in a tight voice. “Base camp is roughly four miles from here.”

It’s this that tips you over the edge - his maddening stubbornness that’s going to lead you both straight into the mouth of yet another one of this island’s almost comically large beasts. 

“For fuck’s sake, will you just admit that you have no idea where we are or where you’re going!” You raise your voice and come to a complete standstill in the tiny clearing. 

It has the desired effect. 

James finally stops in his tracks and swiftly turns to face you. Irritation and annoyance are etched into every line of his handsome face, and you don’t miss the way his hands ball into fists by his sides. 

You catch sight of the prominent veins on the backs of his hands and your traitorous heart leaps within your chest. You hate that it isn’t out of fear. 

“Where should we be heading, if you’re so sure?” He doesn’t raise his voice, but there’s no doubt that he’s angry. 

His piercing blue eyes are fixed intently on yours, demanding an answer that you can’t give him. Even if you did know the right way back to camp, the sight of him in that sweat drenched shirt clinging almost erotically to his defined chest would make words difficult. 

You swallow quickly and lick your lips, fighting to keep your eyes from running over the bulge of his biceps. The man could likely toss you over his shoulder like you were a sack of flour; could very likely toss you from position to position…

No.

“I don’t know!” You force yourself to snap out of it, but even you can hear the shakiness to your voice. “I don’t know how to get back, but this is the second time we’ve come through here! I threw the lid of my water tank right there the last time we passed. You might not like me, James, but we are lost!”

He studies you silently for a moment, confusion sinking into his face as he turns your words over in his head. For second, you fear that you’ve really pissed him off, but when he finally takes a few short steps toward you, there’s something that could almost be described as humour lighting up his eyes.

“Does that explain why you’ve been such a monumental pain in the ass since we arrived?” he asks, and you swear you see a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. 

You let out a disbelieving laugh at his audacity. “Me? You could be a character study on being a pain in the ass!”

He’s smiling fully at you now, as though he’s privy to some secret that you aren’t. “I’ve been nothing but warm and welcoming,” he replies easily, and now he’s standing even closer to you, so close that you catch the faint musky scent of his aftershave. 

You can only stare wordlessly at him. His eyes are twinkling and they seem softer, like somehow you amuse him. 

Like he’s fond of you. 

“I think you seriously need to relearn the meaning of “rolling out the welcome wagon”,” you say quietly, because it’s getting hard to breathe properly with how close he is to you. 

His smile grows as he closes the remaining distance between you both, until you’re backed up against the tree trunk and have to tilt your head to look at him. There’s something achingly tender in the way he looks at you, and you swear your heart stops when he gently takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger. 

“I’m teasing, darling,” he says softly. 

Darling. It makes a pleasant golden warmth seep through your veins. 

James’ eyes scan your face slowly like he’s seeing you for the first time. He’s so wonderfully close to you that it would be only too easy to reach out for him, to run your hands along the firm planes of his chest and his broad shoulders the way you’ve often dreamed about. 

But you don’t. 

Out of fear of ruining whatever is happening between you both, you hold back, letting James take the lead. You’ll happily follow. 

The soft pad of his thumb runs over your bottom lip, making you grateful for the tree at your back holding you up, and you watch his eyes dart between your lips and your eyes. 

“Tell me to kiss you. Please,” he murmurs, letting his thumb trace your cheek. 

Your heart is beating wildly in your chest, as though screaming out for him, and you don’t hesitate in granting him his request. 

“Kiss me, James.” 

His lips are surprisingly soft when they press against yours, like he wants to savour every last second. He cups your face with two large hands, holding you firmly in place as his tongue slips into your mouth. 

You feel high on the feel of him and finally allow yourself to wrap your arms around his shoulders. James smiles against your lips and presses more firmly against you until you aren’t sure where he ends and you start. Suddenly, the tiredness and hunger and uncomfortable stickiness of the Vietnamese jungle doesn’t matter; all that does is that James Conrad is kissing you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. 

One hand eventually drops from your face to curl around your knee, pulling your leg up and around his waist. You feel the hardened length of him through his jeans and when he grinds his hips against yours…

“Fuck,” you groan, letting your head fall against the tree while he moves to suck a bruise into your collarbone. “Don’t be a tease.” 

He lifts his head to press another slow kiss to your waiting lips, and lets his forehead rest heavily against yours. “I have no intention of teasing you, sweet girl. I want this just as much as you do, but not here.”

You whine, but it only makes him laugh. “I have a very comfortable bed back at camp. Surely, you would prefer that?” 

Wrapping your arms tighter around his neck, you pretend to pout. “Fine, but that brings us back to the original issue of you not knowing where the hell we are.” 

James playfully squeezes your hips. “An hour will have us there, but every minute we go over is a minute I spend making it up to you. How does that sound?” 

You grin and pull him in for another kiss. “It sounds perfect.”

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Fiji {James Conrad x Female Reader Drabble}

Cee's James Conrad Fic Masterlist / AO3 Link

Pairing : James Conrad x Female Reader

Summary : A much-needed vacation for you and Conrad leads to nothing but lots of skin, sunshine, and the bluest blue you’ve ever seen.

W/c : 1.5k words

Content / Warnings : Established relationship, skinny-dipping, hurt/comfort (focus on the comfort for a change), some lingering angst, and just a touch of smut.

18+ Only - Minors DNI

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Daylight had only broken two hours prior, but you were already in the ocean. 

The bright cerulean sky overhead blended seamlessly with the crystal blue water below. At your shoulders, gentle and warm waves lapped at your skin, and in the distance, the calls of the local parrot finches provided the perfect soundscape for the island. Deep below the water’s surface, docile sand soothed the aching muscles of your feet, and if you submerged yourself completely in the water, you’d be able to see for almost a mile along the ocean floor. 

That is, if you were interested in thinking about anything besides the gorgeous man wrapped around you. 

Conrad had grumbled when you’d woken him up so early, just barely four hours after setting up camp and passing out on the vacant beach together. The face he’d made while trying desperately, and failing, to pull you back into the sleeping bag was infuriatingly adorable. But once his eyes had opened enough to see you happily stripping for a naked morning swim, his attitude had changed almost instantly. 

“Is this what you had in mind when you demanded a midnight boat ride to Tivoa Island?” Conrad had grinned as he peeled off his t-shirt and began working on his jeans. His hungry eyes were glued to your frame as you pulled your tank top overhead and then shimmied your shorts down your hips; his fingers, not quite as awake as his eyes were at that point, had fumbled with the buttons, struggling to free himself fast enough and catch up with you. 

You had laughed in response, walking backwards towards the water, taunting him with your nude form and an innocent smile on your lips. “I didn’t demand anything, darling. I politely requested that you find someone to give us a lift, that’s all.” 

The water was up to your knees by the time Conrad managed to catch up with you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and lifting you up into a backwards bearhug. And you had squealed with delight as he buried his nose in your neck and began to move you both deeper into the healing waters.

“If I had known that this little excursion was going to include skinny-dipping, I would have found us a ride a lot sooner than midnight, my dear…” he had murmured against your skin, breathing in your scent and running his hands along your hips once you lowered you back to your feet. 

Conrad’s touch was heavenly - his skin was so soft and soothingly warm, his every muscle so steady and strong against your back. At that moment, you were happier than you’d ever been. 

You’d already spent ten whole days and nine entire nights with him - every minute was kept all to yourselves, and there were absolutely no interruptions. But still, neither of you could keep your eyes and hands off each other the entire time. This was by far the longest you’d spent together since that very first meeting back in Saigon, and the entire trip had been nothing short of perfection - exploring new places and cultures along the islands of Fiji by day, and making considerable amounts of love by night. Everything the soul needed to set itself right again. 

Conrad hadn’t been sold on the idea of a vacation when you first broached the subject; he was a working man by birth, a desperate martyr looking for some way to be of use, and never one to turn down a job that needed doing. Whether any particular job actually needed doing was always up for debate, in your opinion, and after the tragedy on Skull Island, you were prepared to become relentless in your insistence that he needed to rest. 

But much to your surprise, he had immediately given in. He acquiesced, without any further struggle or argument, and took you up in your offer to travel for pleasure instead of pain. Because something horrible on that island had finally broken him, and it killed you to see it. 

Initially, he hadn’t wanted to discuss it at all…much in the same way he never wanted to talk about the war. You didn’t want to pry or to push in respect for his privacy, but you knew whatever still haunted him was deep and painful haunting. Even months later, he still had nightmares, and he’d wake up with a start, bolting upright and shouting orders at the long lost ghosts of Skull Island. 

And all you could do was hold Conrad tight, hoping that somewhere along the way, between the sun and the moon and the water, he’d finally be able to unburden himself. 

It was the third night in Lautoka, while basking in the afterglow of the second round of lovemaking that evening, when he finally opened up about the horrors of that place. Conrad wasn’t usually one for being upfront about his feelings, especially the negative ones, but he actually admitted to being absolutely terrified, for what was probably only the fourth or fifth time in his entire life. 

But he wasn’t necessarily scared of the monsters, or of the people - no, he had been frightened of never seeing you again. Of never getting to hold you, or make love to you again - and that fear was something he just couldn’t continue living with. With you, there was just too much for him to lose. And if there was one thing trackers hated the most, it was being unable to regain something precious. 

So now here you both were, standing back to chest in the Pacific Ocean, bathing in the sunlight and letting the waves purge away the aches and pains buried deep within both of your souls. Conrad was feeling so much better; he was smiling and laughing again, he was appreciating the little things, he was looking forward to the future. He was alive, and thus, so were you. 

Because you were loved here, cradled in Conrad’s arms and floating amongst the waves of his heart. And he was safe here, protected by you and the sunshine and the gentle breeze, from every dark shadow and every monster that still lingered in his painful memories. The gentle breeze blew away the ashes of the past, and the graceful waves paved the way for a quiet, simple life. 

Nothing could hurt either of you here, and absolutely everything could heal you. 

Conrad squeezed your hips again as he pressed lazy kisses along your neck and shoulder, and you were suddenly reminded of the time constraints against you both. The boat would be heading back to Lautoka at exactly noon, and the docks were just under a half hour’s walk from the beach. As much as you’d love to spend another week on this remote and exquisite beach, the rest of your belongings and food were still tucked away in your room at the Seabreeze Hotel…

“We should probably get a move on, if we don’t want to miss the boat back…” you murmured reluctantly, even as your heart raced while his lips moved up to your ear. Conrad let out an enticing and teasing hum as he nibbled on your earlobe, and a shiver of excitement ran down your spine as he pressed himself harder against your backside. 

“Yes, and we should probably have a snack before we go…” Conrad’s fingertips dipped between your thighs, grazing you softly with the most delicate of touches and leaving your brain short-circuiting in bewilderment. 

“I think there’s, uh…crackers…in my bag…” you breathed heavily, feeling lost in his touch again. Conrad’s fingers matched the gentle ocean waves as they pushed and withdrew, gathering up any leftover anguish and leaving nothing except euphoria in their wake. 

He continued that motion for a few more moments, winding you up for another beautiful release. Your head fell back against his shoulder and your lips parted with heavy breaths as your hips rolled with his fingers. Just as you were about to come, your fingernails dug into his forearms and you moaned his name in just the way he liked. 

But shockingly, right when you were on the edge of an incredible orgasm, Conrad completely withdrew his fingers and scooped you up bridal style instead. You gasped in surprise and your brow furrowed with irritation at the sudden reversal he'd pulled on you. But as you hooked an arm around his shoulder and looked up into his glittering blue eyes, at those irises shining brighter than the ocean and the sun combined, your heart outright stopped in your chest, like you were seeing him for the very first time again.

Conrad’s skin had grown so very tan from the sun, and so very soft from all the salt in the atmosphere. As his skin had grown tanner, new and more impressive freckles had popped up along his high cheekbones and broad shoulders. His beautiful eyes sparkled in the bright light reflecting off the water - the bluest blue you’d ever seen - and you could have sworn he’d acquired several new laugh-lines since this much-needed vacation had begun. 

He was healing. He was whole again, and the ocean had done that for you both. The ocean forces you to let go of everything holding you down, so you could focus on clinging to what was actually important. Nothing else on this planet could ever compare to the ocean’s power. 

Conrad just laughed as he carried you back to shore. “Oh, let me assure you, darling…It’s not food I’m hungry for.” 

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Conrad x f!reader⌇

request ~ “Can I get angry sex with Captain Conrad? He’s rough, taking what he wants from you, maybe slams you against a wall or something“ by @sailorholly ♡

warnings ~ 18+ smut, dom/sub, rough sex, language, angry Conrad

“James? Is this you?” your delicate voice echoed theatrically through the hallway of your shared apartment. 

Your husband, Captain James Conrad had left early this morning for a military conference to discuss any further operations regarding the SAS. His mood had been bad when he woke up, a live testament to how much the tracker disliked those unnecessary events.

However, he had to go whether he liked it or not. The Special Forces needed him.

But so did you, waiting impatiently for the handsome soldier to return, his favorite dish simmering on the stove. 

A long sigh came back, his “yes” short and tense before heavy shoes were tossed around in the foyer. 

Clenching your jaw you swallowed the slight spurt of anger arousing at the sound almost radiating dirt itself. Conrad never paid attention to the obligation to wear a suit plus you had mopped the foyer only this morning. 

The silent rumbling and curses made it clear that his day had been as shit as expected so he shall be forgiven you decided when the tall man appeared in the doorframe of the kitchen. 

“Hello love” you chirped, eyes traveling his muscular form when he latched his hands on the top bar of the frame, leaning his broad torso in the room and blocking the door completely.

But his steel blues only narrowed, piercing your every move, mouth screwed shut. The blonde man looked strained, utterly tense. 

“I’m so sorry you had to go there”. A meek mutter but you knew you were elegantly teetering on the brink of cutting his thin nerves. 

And god forbid riling Conrad up. 

Jutting his jaw forward and letting his eyes nonchalantly linger on your suggestive décolleté, the soldier hummed to himself. A sound so low and baritone that it tickled your nerves, the stern gaze adding to the thrill rising up between your legs.

He was a naturally intimidating man however, now that he was angry it was almost impossible to not help him out. Was it?

“Captain…” you cooed, hips seductively weaving past the kitchen counter “is there anything I can do for you?”. 

The blonde’s forearms bulged as they held his weight transferring it to the creaking wood frame.

“You don’t want me to use you right now, y/n. I won’t be able to control myself” his deep pitched growl so close to your ear elicited hot shivers on your back, cascading down every vertebra.

It slowly spread hunger and perhaps overconfidence. 

“What if I don’t want you to?”. 

Faux innocence dropped from your demeanor as you toyed with the silver buckle of his belt, waiting for him to snap. To accept the offer you had made so boldly. 

“Fuck, woman” and suddenly Conrad’s arm slipped down from above, snaking around your waist, turning you and knocking the air out of your lungs when his tall frame slammed you against the wall. 

An easy game to the trained soldier.

Those blue orbs were seething with annoyance and rage. Dusky.

Nonetheless, desire bubbled up in his dark waters mixing with those negative thoughts revealing a toxic cocktail. And a strong one.

God, you knew it would burn. 

Your whimpers were pathetic when Conrad unleashed himself, reaching behind your back to roughly pull down the zipper of your dress. 

“This. Off” the low demand rumbled in his broad chest making you quick putty in his demanding touch. James could be an awfully sensual lover but he was two-faced, hiding the hunger of something carnal in his pumping veins.

Cold air embraced your body only dressed in the lingerie he had bought you. Black lace was draped across your breasts, quickly flicked to the side to expose your hardening nipples. 

Moaning with the poor amount of oxygen Conrad’s body pressed tight against yours allowed you, his perfect teeth rolled your sensitive buds just right.

Oh, how sweet the prickling pain was and how much sweeter his cold, long digits felt invading your slick folds. 

“Hmm... you’re all wet for me. Married a whore, didn’t I?”

“Uh-huh“ was all your agape mouth could whimper when he started to fuck you hard with his fingers, your wrists secured above your head.

Pulling primal pleasure from your body, the significantly taller man's pants were forming harsh creases around his angry erection.

Now that you offered yourself so selflessly, he simply wouldn't be able to hold back.

Grunting in your ear like a feral lion, Conrad pressed his whole weight against your delicate body, caging you in between a column of muscle and the cold kitchen wall.

“Use me, Ca-Captain... pleaseee“

Your hips were bucking forward to let your pelvis brush his hardened cock.

“You gonna regret this, little one“ his ragged baritone rasped so imminently before you were dragged off the wall with a sharp pull of your wrists.

In only underwear while James was still completely clothed, just his belt hanging sluttishly open, you were hurled across the kitchen like a ragdoll. But you liked it, giggling in a haze of kinky desire.

“Is this fun for you?“ he boomed.

But before you could apologize, the tall blonde flipped you around, letting loose of your wrists to slam your back on top of a free counter. The hard marble edge sent a sorrow sensation through your back until he simply readjusted your position to his liking.

Just like that with only one arm Conrad conducted your whole body until he was standing between your opened thighs, jaw clenching hungrily at the sight of your glistening pussy on full display.

Full access.

“You will stay like that until I'm satisfied, understood?“ he snapped, freezing anger piled up from the day slipping from his lewdly flicking tongue.

God, you could almost orgasm from the sight of his pink tongue swirling in his slightly ajar mouth, occasionally darting out to lick his lips. This man was an image of a god.

“I won't fucking ask twice, y/n“.

Squirming under his dominating gaze that proudly reduced you to a mere plaything, it was unfairly difficult to find any words. Especially when Conrad's slutty hands had freed his throbbing, angry red cock and were now pleasuring himself in lewd strokes.

“Understood, Captain“.

A deep chuckle met the pitch of sudden thunder outside; a thrill you never thought would be this menacing but you husband's gaze was clear.

He was ready to devour you, use you to soothe his agitated nerves until, like he had said, he would be satisfied.

“Look what you've gotten yourself into“ the soldier smirked, pulling all the beautiful strings of contour his sharp face had to offer. Tongue flicked out again, licking across his front teeth like a threat while he took in the sight of his bog cock resting on your belly.

“So helpless“.

The tip ended somewhere around or even above your belly button, the raw outline of this obscene display making you feel dizzy.

“-and you gonna take me“ Conrad murmured, grabbing the base of his cock and slowly dragging it through your drenched core. You wanted, no, craved him as much as he did.

Blonde brows furrowed when you whimpered small pleas beneath his tall frame.

“Like the good little girl you are... You wanna satisfy my needs, don't you?“

The flash of another lighting casted a light blue shadow of his frame onto yours, the difference even more sinister than you had imagined. This man could break you like a mere pen.

Perhaps he would.

A feeble nod was all it took to make him bend over, the neckline of his blue shirt hanging down, allowing you a glimpse of sharply defined muscles working to keep him stable.

With the next dull thunder his left hand flew to wrap around your throat, pinning you to the cold surface. A necessary preparation so you wouldn't flee from his rough thrusts.

He sometimes did it when he was taking you on the balcony...

Lining himself up with your entrance, you shuddered, spine feeling ablaze from pure anticipation. James would be rough but you didn't care.

Fuck, you were a sucker for the tall soldier manhandling you as if he lacked any sense of respect.

Perhaps he did.

“My little slut“ the 't' still sitting sharply on his tongue when he bottomed out in one demanding thrust. A fluid motion of his strong hips that stretched you to your limit and beyond.

A silent “James“ left your lips when your walls tried to accommodate to the sudden intrusion, his cock stilling for a fragment of time.

Heavy rain was knocking on the window.

Then, Conrad's head rolled back, veins and strings of muscle straining his sweaty skin while he began to pound into you, to set a pace that was testament to the necessity of his hand pinning you in place.

He was rough, taking what he wanted from you.

Crying out his name, your hands flew to the sides desperately searching for something to hold on to. But his forearm flexed and bulged as it worked against Conrad's own merciless thrusts, secured safely around your neck. Allowing you a precisely measured amount of breath.

“F-Fuck baby. You- you are so t-tight... god yesss“ your husband moaned up towards the ceiling, his strong voice hoarse from today's discussions.

A forte in comparison to your high pitched screams of his name.

“James, I- I can't take it“.

Not even slowing down, his head rolled back forth, loose curls fucked out of place. He knew you could, somehow. And your tense husband was more than ready to test your boundaries.

A dirty grin curled Conrad's angry lips before his jaw dropped to give way to increasing pants.

As if by reflex your thighs tried to clench, to push him away but the blonde just shook his head, leaning back down to hover above your chest.

“Ah, Ah!“

The chiding was a carnal sound, swirling around every nerve in your bouncing body, embedding them in a sweet haze of total submission.

It felt so good.

“You cannot nghh fuck escape me. I know you can t-take me“.

Retracting his grip around your throat, the strained soldier dragged it down your body, kneading your breasts until he wrapped his fingers around your thigh.

Both hands were now holding your legs apart, keeping them spread nicely for him.

The slight lift created a whole knew angle, one that hit you like a firework aiming straight at your head and setting every sense aflame. Coherent words were positively banned from your capabilities and all you could feel was him sheathed deep inside your throbbing pussy.

Arching your back from the marble countertop, you listened to your husband moaning and grunting primal sounds of sheer pleasure. Your own whines and screams added as another thunder rolled through the room, the lighting prior as blueish as Conrad's narrowed gaze observing your every move.

“Sh-shit look at your pretty tits bouncing for me“ he rasped with brows slanted, reaching down to smack your right breasts. A sensation utterly pleasing, the soft pain spreading nicely across your aroused body.

The food was long forgotten as screeching noises of your naked ass shifting on the marble got drowned by rough moans of your name mixed with unholy curses.

The kitchen smelled like sex.

Hot, shameless and angry sex.

“I'm gonna ohhh James cum“ you mewled, strands of hair sticking to your glossy lips when your body was conducted by his pistoning hips.

You could feel his big cock deep inside twitch and pulsate as you spoke, biting your lips at the influence you had on this incredibly tall, athletic soldier.

But today was about his pleasure.

The answer was already clear when he pulled you back onto his cock, burying himself to the hilt, making you cry out.

“Don't you dare cum“ he groaned, teeth bared like a hungry wolf. “I said we're done when I'm satisfied“.

Staring at his piercing gaze of deep blue, your face was contorted in ways only James Conrad could elicit.

When he fucked you just right. Just like that.

“Wha- are you n-not-“

But your ragged voice was cut off by two strong arms dropping your legs, instead shooting closer to wrap around your shoulders, picking you up.

Wriggling his tight jaw to rest against your right temple, his long legs began their journey towards the bedroom. Conrad was still deep inside you, every step letting his cock nudge those sinfully sweet spots.

“Do I look satisfied to you, huh? Oh, I am far from finished“ his low baritone whispered in your ear, another strike of lighting casting your joined shadow on the white tiles.

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoyed it @simplyholl ♡

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as violence, blood, mentions of cheating, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your suspicions lead to a discovery you'll never forget. (Part of the Illuminate AU)

Characters: James Conrad

Note: This is our last installment for October. I had a lot of fun with this and I hope you did too. Let me know what you think about me possibly opening drabble reqs/imagines as little continuations of these fics.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

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“Be careful,” you gird as James grabs his suitcase, his black wool coat buttoned up under his grey scarf, “the roads are awful. Are you sure you can’t delay?”

You cross your arms and shiver as the frigid winter seeps in around the front door behind him. He gives a mournful shake of his head. He looks gaunt and ashen, a feat for someone with his bone structure. He makes himself smile and steps towards you, cradling the back of your head as he draws you close to kiss your forehead.

You close your eyes and tilt your head up, claiming a kiss on the mouth too. He pulls you close, embracing you tightly. You feel him tense before he lets you go. Your anxiety heightens as you retract and look him up and down.

It isn’t unusual for him to travel for work, you knew that when accepted the job, and you can’t complain for the profit of his efforts. Yet, the last few times, you’ve had this uneasy feeling. A little voice that keeps whispering to you that something is amiss. There’s something you’re not being told.

“I will,” he avows, “love you.”

“Love you too,” you echo on impulse. You mean it but that doubt nips inside of you. 

“I’ll call…” he says, “please, don’t worry too much about me.”

“I always worry,” now that is true.

“Stay in tonight,” he says as he tucks his gloves into his pocket and hooks his finger through his keys, “it’s cold.”

“Trust me, I won’t be out,” you scoff, “bye babe.”

“Bye,” he says reticently, unable to restrain a twiddle in his fingers.

He faces the door and lets himself out. You follow behind him as he pulls the door shut and you push on it to make sure it catches. You hover your hand on the lock and watch him through the slender pane of glass set into the door. He looks back as he gets to the car, raising his hand in a half-hearted wave.

He could cancel, couldn’t he? Say the weather was too much, the roads icy. He should be able to and he hardly seems eager to go. Or perhaps, only guilty…

You can’t wait another month for your answer. You back away from the door without locking it and take out your phone. You pull up the app and see the little dot in your driveway, backing out slowly. You shouldn’t have done it, you shouldn’t have slipped the tag in his bag, but you know you won’t sleep either way.

You’ll wait ten minutes before you leave. You slide open the closet and pull out your jacket and boots. You’ll have to keep your distance, try not to catch up. If he gets to the interstate, you’ll turn back. You’ll know then if he’s lying or not.

🌕

The sky darkens quickly. With your headlights off, it's even more umbrous. A full moon is expected and would help illuminate the road if it even deigns to emerge from behind the clouds.

You follow the dot on your phone, driving slowly to keep a safe distance, to not be seen. Your husband's care turns away from the interstate and your dread mounts. He doesn't head for the country roads either.

It's only as you take the next turn and hit gravel that you realise exactly where you are. You're headed into the industrial district. What a choice for a hookup. You're convinced now.

You dim the screen of your phone as the dot of the airtag blinks closer and closer in the app. You steer slowly over the stony lot past one of the block factories and past an inactive smokestack. You stop just as you spot the idling tail lights of James’ car.

You shut off your engine and watch as he does the same. You watch him through the darkness, the pillow clouds of the winter’s night casting him in ominous shadows. He gets out, his tall silhouette slightly hunched as he nearly staggers forward. He shakes his head as if he’s dizzy.

He nears the large building before him, soft light radiating around the crack of the large metal door. You note that he doesn’t bring his bag from the back seat. You already know this isn’t business, but that’s all the proof you need to sink into your despair.

You watch as the tall metal door slides back from within and he dips his head as he’s greeted by another figure within. You see only her outline. Her. You shudder and tear your gaze away, staring at the stone on your finger. You hear the heavy shift of the door as it rolls shut, clanging as it’s locked from the other side.

Fuck. What now? You know what he’s been up to but you don’t have a plan beyond that. Do you drive home and cry into a glass of wine? Do you get out and confront him? Tell him not to come back.

Suddenly, the world brightens around you as the layers of clouds recede and reveal the full face of the moon. The silver light beams down and shines on James’ car and the front of the dingy white industrial building.

Your eyes sting as you find yourself paralysed. Go back or forward. You don’t know what way to go.

A starling growl rips through the whistling wind and jars you. You look around, horrified by the noise, something eerie you can’t place. A wolf? Around here? You grip the wheel tight as your eyes return to the dented facade of the abandoned factory.

Your inaction, your indecision holds you there. Deep down, you didn’t want to believe. You couldn’t. You love James so much that maybe you can get through this.

Your hopeless thoughts are interrupted by the sudden shatter of glass. Shocked, you look up to the rain of shards as they fall from the second story of the building. A dark shape plummets from the height and heaps onto the ground, twitching. Oh god, it can’t be!

You lean forward, trying to see if the figure is still moving. Is it a person? Is it him? That fear submerges you and cuts through your hurt and anger. You get out without another doubt, leaving the car door open and you race towards the puffing body on the ground.

As you near, you slow, stopping just a few feet away as you realise it can’t possibly be your husband. It isn’t even human. The… creature raises its head, sniffing with its long snout as it bears its teeth with a ravenous snarl. Its silver eyes meet yours as you stumble back in terror.

What is that?

You shriek as it plants its feet and rises. You step backwards, twisting on your heel as you hurl yourself back towards your car. You run without looking back, hearing that thing pursuing you with its gritty breaths and crashing paws. No, no, no!

You pant as your shoulder hits the door of your car. You barely keep it from closing full and pull it back. As you do, you feel a fiery rip through your flesh, right down the back of your leg, ripping through your muscle. You kick back and launch yourself into the front seat.

You turn and pull the door shut, catching the wolfish monster’s head between it and the metal frame. You cling to the door as it snaps its jaw at you, growling and slobbering your leg throbs hotly. You shift the door and inch and pull it shut, slamming it against the beast's neck. It yelps and as it recoils and you let up enough for it to reel back in the dirt.

You quickly lock the doors and the windows and face the wheel. Your leg is almost impossible to control as it shakes, slick with blood as it seeps through your jeans. You’re dizzy as you feel your strength draining fast. 

You won’t make it far if you don’t stem the flow. Fast! The beast hops onto your hood, its claws denting it as it hammers on the metal. You take your scarf from around your neck and tie it above your knee, tight, then tear away the dangling patch of your jeans to wrap the gash down your calf. 

You shake as you sit back and turn the keys in the slot. You feel the fire radiating up your thigh, like your veins are filling with acid. The creature bends back the corner of your hood and the rumble of your engine dies as it buries its dagger-like claws into it. Fuck!

The monster turns its silver irises back on you, breath puffing as it watches you through the windshield. It spins and raises its paws, bringing them down on the glass, sending a spider web of cracks through it. It rears back again but before it can bring down the shattering hit, a blur swipes it off the front of the car.

You hear snarling and snapping. You squint as the edges of your vision blur. You’re losing too much blood. You can feel the world fading from you.

You glance over as another lupine creature tangles with the first. They’re fighting, rolling in the dirt and snow, thrashing and biting. Your head lolls back against the seat and your gaze wanders over to the building as you resign yourself to the weakness dragging your eyelids down.

In your final moments, worry bubbles over and pangs in your chest. That beast. James was inside, had it hurt him too? Is he still alive?

🌕

The world pulses around you, just on the other side of your unconscious. Blustering gales pound against metal, sweeping through and glossing over your raw cheeks. The rest of you is enshrined in ice, the dull hum of hot air blowing from something electric. 

Your nose is dry and your lips are crackly, your body bound in achy knots. Your leg is emblazoned in fire as you quake, the frigid cold invading your very person. You cling to the blanket cocooned around you, groaning as your eyelids slowly lift.

There’s something musty in the air, a smell that makes your stomach churn. And your dry tongue is stained with the residue of something vile, metallic and visceral. You swallow and cough, rattling as you’re certain the pungent scent of blood is your own. 

Visions of your wolfish attacker return to you and have you whining. Is this death? Purgatory perhaps. The high ceilings and iron rafters watching over you, a moon wrought in similar material hanging at one end of large space, with hands that tick like a clock, the words waxing and waning twisted on each side of the frame.

You cough again, a hoarse deep crackle that catches in your throat. You hear something, the soft clang of metal under rubber, soles nearing you as a shadow looms along your peripheral. A hush that hisses before a stolid heat spreads across your forehead.

“Shhhhh, honey,” James’ voice comforts you as it drawls like syrup, “don’t move, alright?”

He comes around the other side of the couch you lay on, his features narrowing in and out of focus. He drags close a chair and sits near you, taking your hand in his, doting on it as he kisses your knuckles. He tilts his head to press his brow to your fingers, as if praying.

“I’m sorry,” he utters, “I tried…”

“James,” you croak, “what…”

“I think… I don't think I was too late,” he doesn’t raise his head, “but I don’t know if it was the right thing.”

“Please,” you rasp.

“The moon wasn’t gone yet, it wasn’t…” He murmurs, “I wasn’t too late…”

You don’t understand his ramblings. He rocks as he clings to your hands, raising his head as his eyes glisten. He watches you, terrified and ashen. He leans in and stands slightly to place a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he cradles your cheek, “this is what I never wanted…”

“You…” you close your eyes and remember, “lied?”

“I had to,” he says, “to protect you. To try– if you knew what I am–” he stops himself. He shifts, the chair legs scraping, and you feel the blanket tug up your legs. You shiver as he moves your legs. He unwraps it from the fabric rolled around it. He lets his thumb trace up the scabbed skin and lets out another shaky breath, “it worked…”

“What is going on?” You hiss and snap your eyes open, whimpering as you try to rip your leg away from his touch.

“Oh, no,” he pulls back and puts his head in his hands, “oh, sweetheart, I don’t know… I never wanted you to hate me–”

You wince as metal rumbles, clattering loudly behind him, revealing a grey winter morning and letting in a virulent gust. James stands, nearly toppling the chair, and faces the new arrival. He squares his shoulder, a formidable man even without his posturing.

“You!” He snarls, “shut the damn door!”

“Huh?” The female responds with a grunt, “good morning to you too–”

“You fucking idiot!” He storms towards her just as she slides the door shut, the echo of it hitting the frame rattles you. And his timbre. You've never heard him so angry, or even speak like that. “You— You—”

You see the woman, a blond much shorter than him, but unintimidated by his advance. Her blonde hair is tinged scarlet at the ends, something red caked down her chest, shamelessly peeking out from beneath her shredded attire. She puts her hands on her hips as she faces him boldly.

“What?” She challenges, eyes wandering to you, “oh… who’s this, Conrad?”

He sneers and steps into her line of sight, “my wife. Who you scratched–”

“I… I did?” She scoffs.

“Fuck off, Yelena,” he shoves her, “don’t play fucking stupid with me.”

“Oh, you want to be a bitch?” She retorts, “what happened to pack rules. We don’t touch each other.”

“You were going to kill her–” Your head spins at their conversation. What are they talking about?

“She shouldn’t have been here!”

You hug the blanket as your teeth chatter. Kill you? Flashes of dark fur, the grind of bending metal, the hiss of the engine as it dies, and the beastly silver eyes. No, it can’t be.

“What are you?” You whisper.

Their argument quiets and the both turn to you, faces shadowed with guilt. The woman, Yelena, he called her, glances at him from the corner of her eyes. His shoulders drop and he hangs his head.

“She is still alive,” she comments. “Maybe I didn’t cut very deep.”

“Deep enough,” he shakes his head, “I had to…” he can’t finish the sentence. She frowns and pats his back, “you saved her life. You did what you had to and…” she smirks, “it isn’t so bad.”

“Speak for yourself,” he growls and shrugs her off.

He crosses to you again and resumes his seat. You watch him, speechless with confusing. You put your hands to the stiff cushion under you and push yourself up. You grunt at the effort it takes and your eyes find the ripple gash along the back of your leg. You stare at the crackly brown scabbing.

“How long…” you wonder.

“Ten hours. Look, I’ll explain but–”

Ten hours. A cute that serious couldn't heal that quickly. That's impossible.

The large door rolls open again. He cringes and his forehead lines with frustration at the interruption. You strain to see past him as a couple enters, the man striding nonchalantly, buck naked as a woman follows wrapped in a plaid blanket. She’s disheveled as he brazenly taps her ass, urging her ahead of him before he slides the door shut with an effortless nudge. 

“Of course, Jesus,” James looks back over his shoulder, “Kraven, put something on. The fuck. What happened to not drawing attention?”

“Mm, it’s nice out,” the other man, Kraven grins, curling his arm around the woman who seems less than comforted by his embrace. She looks exhausted. “Oh, and who is this? So worried for me bringing back stragglers?”

James rolls his eyes and looks back to you. He’s quiet as he gives you a helpless expression. He stands and leans over you, keeping his voice low, “I’ll explain when it’s not chaos.”

He tries to press a kiss to your forehead but you turn your head so he can only peck your temple. Explain what? Who are these people? Where is she? The woman who must’ve drawn him into all this.

James crosses the room and snatches up another blanket, throwing it at the naked man. “A bit of decency.”

“Hey, this is my home,” Kraven snips.

The woman grabs the blanket as it drapes from his shoulder and she puts it around his waist, knotting it at the top. He lets her, unbothered entirely. He bends his head side to side, cracking the tension from it.

“Where’s the fucking coffee?”

“Language,” James warns as he looms before you.

“Kettle’s boiling,” an unfamiliar voice squeaks and another woman appears from the edge of the room. You have no idea where she came from. 

Your head is pounding from the building wall of sounds around you. You hear the kettles now, heating up slowly, and the blasting blow of the electric heater, the wailing winds, the pulsing of heartbeats all around you. You cover your ears and cry out, “be quiet!”

“Ah, I see, a new friend,” Kraven muses.

“His wife,” Yelena explains.

“Another?” The quiet woman who drifts like a ghost adds.

“What happened to not shitting where you eat?” Yelena snips, “am I the only one who doesn’t bring their scraps home?”

“What scraps?” A voice comes from above and you peer up at a dark-haired man watching from the second level.

“Ah, don’t start, thrall-fucker,” Yelena sneers up at the man. The woman who stands near the shaking kettle looks away guiltily as the couple wrapped in blankets peek at her. Yelena chuckles, “oh, you didn’t know?”

“Quietttttttt,” another voice adds to the chaos as a tall blonde man appears at the top of the stairs, “she is sleeping.”

“Mm, and his precious little doll,” Yelena mumbles as she blows a raspberry. “When did you all get so goddamn cheesy?”

The kettle suddenly whistles, carving a cavern in your skull. You cover your ears and writhes, screaming again. Everything needs to stop!

“Enough!” James hollers, “Belova, Kemp, Kraven, Warlock, here. The rest, go!”

The room stills. The exchanges of looks, some amused, others skeptical, a few frightened. The woman in the blanket moves first as the man taps her arm, then the woman near the kettle follows her up the stairs as the tall blond descends past them and the dark-haired man above makes his way down without urgency.

Several doors above close as you look at those who remain. Yelena, that man Kraven, and the two other men. James turns to you, “Yelena, make my wife a coffee as I sort this out.”

“Is she dying?” The dark-haired man in wooly sweater asks. The other smells the air and his narrow eyes focus on you.

“She’s turning,” the blond declares.

“She is my wife,” James puts his hand up, “alright, so let me goddamn explain this to her.”

A few shrugs but no real response. Yelena pours the water that sounds like a tidal wave to you. James stands behind the armchair as he watches you.

“Look, this isn’t easy so I will be entirely clear. That… wolf you saw last night was Yelena, that woman there. And the other, if you recall, that…” his throat bobs, “was me. And these others, Kraven,” he gestures to the bare-chested man, “Adam,” the tall blond, “and Steve,” the man with the dark swoop of hair, “are the same. All cursed. Like me and now, you.”

“What–”

“I had to… you would die if I didn’t–”

You look at the ceiling, searching as your heart flutters. You don’t understand. It’s somehow not as bad yet worse than what you feared. He’s not cheating but he lied to you all the same. And now… if he had just told you, you wouldn’t have come. But would you have believed him?

Your eyes fall upon the metal-moon hung on the wall, the long arms marking the phases of the moon. Last night was a full moon…

“You’re…”

“A monster,” James confirms, “I’m very sorry. I couldn’t tell you. Maybe I should’ve tried…” he sighs and sits again, taking your hand, “I won’t ask forgiveness, it is entirely selfish to put this on you, but you will not be alone. Or judged. We only do what we must to survive.”

“What you must… you…”

“There are simple rules. When the moon is full, you’ll change. You can’t stop it but you must heed it. If you do not feed by sunrise,” he pauses and takes a breath. Yelena approaches with a mug and you take it dumbly, unsure what else to do, “then you die. It’s us or them.”

Your eyes gloss and you shake your head. What does that mean? You know, but…

“Last night…” you eke out.

“It wasn’t much,” he squeezes your free hand, “enough to keep you alive. With me.” 

He has the sense to look mortified. You wiggle your hand free and turn your head. You can’t look at him. It’s not just what he’s done to you, but the thought of what he’s done to others, and what he’ll continue to do. What he wants you to do. What you have to do.

You swallow and stare at the black depths of your coffee. You feel your audience watching you. These beasts.

“I want to go home,” you murmur.

“Alright, I’ll take you…” he agrees softly.

“Now,” you demand, “away from these monsters.”

“Ha, you’re one of us–” Kraven begins.

“Shut up,” Adam barks at him, “James, we understand. Take her home. You are always welcome for the moon.”

“Wow, dinner and a show,” Steve snickers, “pretty good night if you ask me.”

Their casual attitudes are callous in your ears. Is this what you’ll become? Apathetic? Inhuman?

Last night, you were ready to do anything to keep your husband. You were even going to forgive him for straying from your marriage. But this, you don’t know if you can ever get past this.

#james conrad #dark james conrad #dark!james conrad #james conrad x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #illuminate #series #au #werewolf au #kong: skull island

[variant-lokitty]

happiest birthday to my ultimate london boy! ❤️

#tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston #loki laufeyson #loki laufesyon x reader #james conrad #james conrad x reader #jonathan pine x reader #jonathan pine #robert laing x reader #robert laing #magnus martinsson x reader #magnus martinsson #will ransome #will ransome x reader #thomas sharpe #thomas sharpe x reader #thomas william hiddleston #thomas william hiddleston x reader #variant-lokitty post

[auryn-l-moony]

"I watch Kong:Skull Island for the plot"

The plot :

#kong: skull island #tom hiddleston #james conrad #the plot #i watch for the plot #movie #i watched this because of him

[vbecker10]

#tom hiddleston #hiddlestoners #loki #tom hiddleston characters #loki laufeyson #twhiddleston #hiddlesarmy #loki odinson #captain conrad #captain james conrad #james conrad #twhiddles #twh #hiddlesverse #thomaswilliamhiddleston #thomas hiddleston #thomas william hiddleston

[randomnessoffiction]

"She's gonna tell gonna tell the Russians!"

#kong: skull island #brie larson #mason weaver #james conrad #blarsonedit #tom hiddleston #monsterverse #monsterverseddit #filmedit

[hiddleston-daily]

Captain James Conrad  stills from Kong skull island 2017

#m: kong skull island #movie stills #lokitvsource #james conrad #userflor #tuserpolly #userksena #userjasmine #* #*edit #by sarah

[holdmytesseract]

Hot Temper

James Conrad x fem!Reader

Summary: You are expecting Conrad to come to your tent by nightfall. When he does, things escalate pretty quickly.

Based on this lil' drabble (Part Two)!

Warnings: this is kinda steamy, swear words, smuttish, suggestive smut, dom!James Conrad? It's also a biiit dark.

Word Count: 1,2k

a/n: Well... This one is a small birthday present for my wonderful friend @fictive-sl0th ! ☺️ Happy belated Birthday, boo! ❤ I wish you all the best! Never forget how amazing you are, you awesome person, you! I'm so happy I can call you my friend. Love you! ❤

I really hope you like this! ☺️

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Your nerves were on edge after you collided with Captain Conrad in that heated argument a few hours ago; sizzling with anger and frustration - but also desire and lust. It was an ongoing battle within your system. Which side was going to win, you couldn't tell.

Now you sat on the cot inside your tent, literally staring holes into the flap which marked the entrance. The sinking sun bathed everything in an orange, red light; telling you that it was almost time. You've made good work the rest of the day in avoiding the asshole James Conrad was, but now, after returning to your tent for the night and knowing what was most likely going to happen, you wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on your body. It was strange, wasn't it? You never hated a man - a person, as much as you hated Captain Conrad, and yet he was all you ever desired. Either something was wrong with you, or you just liked hot guys with a shitty personality. You believed it was the second option, but who knew?

Narrowing your eyes, you switched on the lamp, standing on the ground beside your cot and took a look on your wrist watch. Time. It was time. Where is this son of a bitch? You thought. I swear, if he doesn't show up, I'll kick him in the- You weren't able to finish your thoughts, as the flap of the tent flew open, revealing the man you had waited for. The light of his lamp illuminated his stupid, handsome face. Cautiously - like a lion observing his prey, he graciously entered the tent, zipping the flap behind him shut. He hadn't been even a minute inside the tight space which was your tent, when you already felt it... The tension. Intense, angry and undeniably sexual. You were sure that it must be cuttable with a knife.

Not averting his eyes for even a second, James squatted down to place his lamp on the ground. The muscles in his thick thighs strained the fabric of his jeans, as he did so, spreading his legs almost sluttishly. Pathetic, you thought. Putting on a show. For what? To impress me? You had to suppress the scoff, which threatened to leave your lips. Instead, you opted for words. "You came. Why?" You asked nonchalantly, without any emotion. Just stating the facts. A grin spread on James's face, as he shook his head and licked his lips. A grin you wished, once again to sweep off his face. "You told me to, didn't you, Y/L/N? Can't you remember? Already suffering from memory loss?" You narrowed your eyes and leaned forwards in an almost threatening manner. "Careful, Conrad. Thin ice. Very thin ice. I would watch my mouth if I were you-" "Or what?" He interrupted you, spitefully. "Are you going to slap me again?" This time, you couldn't suppress the scoff to leave your mouth. Licking your lips, you chuckled. "You really enjoy this, don't you? Being an arrogant, selfish, annoying asshole? Driving people crazy?" Now it was James's turn to laugh you in the face. "I don't. I am not the one to blame, just because you have a short fuse - and that you find me irresistibly. All you want to do is fuck me, isn't it?"

And at those words, you saw red again; losing it. A low growl left your lips, before you lunged out - ready to slap him again. Your palm was mere inches away from hitting the skin of his cheek, when he caught your hand mid-air. His big hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, keeping you from hitting him. It caught you off guard. You didn't see that coming. "Nuh.Uh. Not this time, Y/L/N." The way he rolled your last name off his tongue - so deep, so dark, so sexy, caused your knees to almost buckle and you felt arousal flooding your veins. James used your moment of shock, of course, reached quickly for your other wrist and before you could even react, had he pinned you down on the cot with his strong, muscular body hovering above yours. Once your brain had caught up with what was going on, you started to squirm, trying to get free. A part of your brain screamed at you why the hell you were fighting back, because James was right. You wanted this. "Not so snappy anymore, are we?" Another growl left your lips, before your angry eyes locked with his goddamn beautiful baby blues. "Fuck you, Conrad!" You spat into his face; voice laced with venom. The man chuckled dangerously; licking his lips. "Don't worry, darling... You get what you want."

Demandingly, Conrad nudged your legs with his knees, commanding you to open them. You wanted to. Oh, of course you wanted to. So, you let your legs fall open for him to kneel in between them - what James immediately did. A breathless laugh escaped his mouth. "I knew it. This was all you wanted from the very beginning, isn't it? Me between your legs?" A strangled moan slipped past your lips at those words; unable to suppress it. "You are so needy for me, aren't you? Desperate for me to fucking ruin you." You couldn't even put in words how much this turned you on. It was pathetic. "Must be really exhausting to hate me, but at the same time wanting to fuck me. How I get you all hot and bothered just with one snap of my finger…" You weren't able to answer something. He had you. You were literal putty in his hands. "Am I right?" He asked, but you didn't answer, just averted your eyes. You hated the effect he had on you. Bu the Captain didn't like it, when somebody wasn't answering, when he had asked a question, so he gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger and made you look at him. "Am. I. Right?" He asked again, pointing out every word. As if to underline his words even more, he bucked his hips against yours, causing you to gasp. "Answer me." "Yes," you said between gritted teeth. "Good girl." As a reward, he leaned down, letting his lips hover above yours for a second - So close, so close. - before he connected them in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. After that kiss, you were gone. Lost in the man you actually despised so much. Or... Wanted to despise so much?

Teeth clashed together, tongues were intertwined, as you both tore at each other clothes, desperately trying to get them off. It wasn't about love or feelings, no. This sexual encounter was primal, needy and rough. Your hands raked all over James's bare, strong back; fingernails leaving red marks and scratches on their way, when he finally gifted you the pleasure you desired so much. The sound of skin colliding with skin was the only sound which filled the deadly silence of the night, accompanied with yours and James's whiny breathes and moans. You had awoken the animal within Captain Conrad - and you didn't regret it for even a second, when he ruined you for every man to follow.

#james conrad x y/n #james conrad x you #james conrad x fem!reader #james conrad x reader #captain james conrad #captain james conrad fic #captain james conrad x fem!reader #captain james conrad x reader #captain james conrad oneshot #james conrad fic #james conrad drabble #james conrad #james conrad smut #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston one shot #tom hiddleston character #tom hiddleston smut

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Fic Recs

Hello, I’m alive!

Before we get to the fics, I’d just like to apologise for being extremely lazy and not doing anything with my tumblr account for the past two weeks. 

Fabulous authors have been out here producing impeccable content, so I am going to correct my issue and give you all the amazing fics that you may have missed out on :)

Loki Laufeyson

What About the Plans We Made? by @wheredafandomat 

Captain’s Orders by @lokisgoodgirl

Thirty Seconds by @muddyorbsblr

My Best Friend by @vbecker10 part 1 linked

Not What it Looks Like by @wheredafandomat 

Swipe by @theaudacitytowrite part 1 linked

What He Doesn’t Know by @michelleleewise 

Practice Makes Perfect by @simplyholl masterlist linked

Bonded by @michelleleewise 

Sing Me To Sleep by @holdmytesseract 

Choices by @mochie85 

Cum Fly with Me by @wheredafandomat 

Captain’s Orders: New Depths by @lokisgoodgirl

Restraint by @coldnique 

The Selection by @lady-rose-moon masterlist linked

You Are My Queen by @vbecker10 

Claw and Order by @michelleleewise 

Something Real by @ladylovesloki masterlist linked

Relinquish the Crown: Obsessions & Fantasies by @muddyorbsblr 

Hot & Bothered by @lokisgoodgirl

Hail, Commander by @lokisgoodgirl

The Chambermaid by @wheredafandomat 

Little Joys by @lovelysizzlingbluebird 

Small Talks by @lovelysizzlingbluebird 

Big Misunderstandings by @lovelysizzlingbluebird 

Her Romeo by @michelleleewise part 1 linked

Drugs of Love, Love of Drugs by @pics-and-fanfics masterlist linked

Hot & Bothered: Snack Shack by @lokisgoodgirl

Asgard, Land of... Aphrodisiacs? by @thomase1​ 

I Need You Tonight by @wheredafandomat​ 

A Helping Hand by @peachyjinx​ 

Summoned by @muddyorbsblr​ part 1 linked

Magnus Martinsson

Hypotheticals & Distractions by @muddyorbsblr 

Maintain Our Cover by @muddyorbsblr 

Jonathan Pine

Paris by @muddyorbsblr 

Duty of Care by @muddyorbsblr 

James Conrad

Keep Me Safe by @muddyorbsblr 

Will Ransome

Measurements by @muddyorbsblr 

Confess Your Sins by @holymultiplefandomsbatman

Tom Hiddleston

Birthday Boy by @simping-for-marvel 

Doctor Stephen Strange

Only You by @make-me-imagine 

Attention by @futureplayboibunnie 

Sherlock Holmes

A Queen for a Mindpalace by @strangelockd 

Stolen Love by @ncis-cm-hp-sherlock-imagines 

Sleepless Nights by @strrvnge 

Bucky Barnes

In A Year’s Time by @mysecretlittlelibrary 

Betting by @traitorjoelite 

To Let You Win by @delaber 

Blooming Rage by @tee-swizzle 

Cupcake by @demonsandmischief 

Daddy’s Home by @starshipsofstarlord 

Baby Fever by @suitk0via 

Six Days by @tmpestuous 

One Step at a Time by @tmpestuous 

Nothing Breaks like a Heart by @buckybabesonly 

Protector by @buckybabesonly

My Girl by @girl-next-door-writes

Dumb Dumb by @nicestgirlonline 

For You Always by @jobean12-blog 

Make Me Forget by @povlvr 

Flirting and Football by @lovelybarnes 

Dog Tags by @lovelybarnes 

It Was Supposed to be a Confession Potion! by @buckylattes 

False God by @notafunkiller 

Metal Arms and Short Skirts by @buckyarchives part 1 linked

Keep Me Alive by @freyjhasdesiredreality

You’re a Masterpiece by @wndalovebot 

You Had One Job by @buckyalpine 

Secret Girlfriend by @jenwritesstories 

Right a Wrong by @starks-hero part 1 linked

Where Dreams Go to Die by @insomniumstella masterlist linked

It’s Just a Kiss by @witchywithwhiskey 

Wordpeddler by @heli0s-writes​ 

Unconventional Methods by @marvelouslizzie​ part 1 linked

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[sarahscribbles]

𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 ��𝐚𝐦𝐩

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑.𝟏𝐤

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The soft rustle of the canvas flap breaks the easy silence inside your tent. There’s only one person it could be, yet an excited knot still twists tightly in the pit of your stomach.

You hear him button up the material, quieting the electric sounds still teeming from the jungle behind you, and then the soft shuffle of his boots on the floor. When you turn from dropping your watch and gold bangle into the little dish on your nightstand, James Conrad is in your tent, looking devastatingly gorgeous in a simple deep blue sweater and jeans. 

The sweater hugs him perfectly, accentuating those broad shoulders and his firm chest. You’ve caught stolen glimpses of the muscles that are hidden underneath - toned and defined and crying out to be touched - and the hazy memory makes part of you want to skip the preliminaries and drag him beneath the sheets of your small bed. 

Another small part of you, however, has suddenly turned shy. 

To have harboured a juvenile crush on this man for months only to then find out he feels the same, and to then find out he’s had the same filthy thoughts as you…

For some absurd reason, it makes you nervous.

“I thought you might have changed your mind,” you say, hoping he can’t hear the slight shakiness of your voice. 

You’re only half teasing him because part of you had been fearful that you wouldn’t see him tonight, but when you see a small smile start to tug at his lips, you feel the nerves begin to melt away to nothing. 

James shakes his head slowly and pins you in place with those striking blue eyes. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do what I did back there?” he says softly, closing the distance between you both and resting his hands on your hips.  

“An hour? Or whenever I started to piss you off? It was definitely a wild way to get me to shut up, but it might not work with everyone you get partnered with,” you reply, falling easily into teasing him as the last of your nerves dissolve into a pleasant warmth in the pit of your stomach. 

James rolls his eyes, but it’s in tandem with an amused smile spreading fully across his handsome face. “I’ll keep in mind that it only works on you, then.” 

“You better,” you reply, struggling to keep a grin from curling across your own face. “I get jealous easily, so if I hear you’ve been kissing any soldiers…,” 

The hands on your hips tug you closer until you’re chest to chest, and it’s only then that you snake your arms around his shoulders. They’re solid and firm beneath you, almost teasing you with the tantalising imagery of how his toned body might feel atop yours…

You suck in a shaky breath and try to force the thoughts from your mind, but it’s close to impossible with how James’ hands are now curled around your ass.

“The only person I plan on kissing from now on is you, if you’ll have me,” he says, sounding almost shy and nothing at all like the confident and forceful man you’ve come to know these past few months. 

It’s oddly endearing. 

The tip of his nose is already brushing lightly against yours, and you can feel your heart jackhammering in your chest from both his closeness and knowing that he wants you too. 

“Kiss me again. Please,” you murmur finally, unable to go another second without his mouth on yours. 

One large hand uncurls from your hips to slide up and cradle the base of your skull, holding you firmly in place as he presses his lips against yours. You let James take the lead, because it’s clear as night and day who’s going to be in charge.

Not that you mind one bit. 

His kiss is slow and deep as before, it’s just as soft, but you can detect a new hunger burning within him each time his tongue collides with yours. James moans quietly into your mouth and snakes an arm around your lower back, pulling you so tightly against him that you can feel the firm outline of his muscles beneath his sweater. 

It takes everything in you not to rip the damn thing from his chest.

Your body is flush against his, yet you can’t help but to try and mould yourself tighter against him as you kiss him back just as fiercely. James Conrad is all you know as he begins to walk you backwards - he’s all you can feel beneath your fingertips, all you can taste on your tongue, all you can smell as he envelops you - and he doesn’t stop until the backs of your knees hit the side of your camp bed. 

He grips you before you can tumble, and you fight the overpowering urge to whine when his warm lips leave yours. His hands are then cupping your face, thumbs softly stroking your cheeks, and the blacks of his eyes are blown wide with desire. 

“Are you sure?” he asks, panting slightly and scanning your face for the smallest sign of hesitation or reluctance. 

Something he wouldn’t find if he gazed at you for a thousand years. 

Feeling bold, you run your hands along the firm expanse of his back to cup his ass through those sinfully tight jeans, making sure to squeeze for good measure. You hear the quiet hitch of his breath and watch the silent bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallows. 

“I’m sure,” you reply with a smirk, and give his ass another playful pinch. 

“Do that again and I won’t be responsible for what happens the next time we do this,” he says so softly that you know it’s a warning. 

The smirk on your face only grows as you pinch the other cheek. 

“Reckless girl,” he teases, but you catch his smile before his mouth is quickly back on yours. 

This time, his kiss is frantic, so much so that it steals your breath from your lungs. He’s kissing you like there’s only moments remaining before you slip between his fingers, like he needs to commit the taste of you to heart. 

It’s dizzying and exhilarating and you suddenly become very conscious of something hard pressing against your thigh. 

WIth great care, James eases you backwards onto the small camp bed and the sheer size of him fills the small space. He’s still kissing you madly while learning all the dips and curves of your body beneath his hands, and your thighs fall apart all too easily to welcome him between them. 

It’s impossible to ignore the deep ache for him that’s settled into your bones. Each errant brush of his fingers against your skin only fans the flames of need that are raging through your blood. You need this man to claim you before the desire swallows you whole. 

James’ warm fingers begin to creep beneath the loose hem of your shirt, trailing slowly along your sides until his hands are cupping your breasts. The soft pads of his thumbs trace over the cups of your bra and explore the skin just above - it’s a touch that’s light as a feather, but it sends pure electricity jolting through you.

You moan shamelessly against his lips and arch off the sheets in a wordless plea for more, only to hear his quiet laughter rumble through his chest. 

“I should keep you waiting after earlier,” he taunts and rolls his hips against yours. You can feel how hard he is even through his jeans. It’s deliciously teasing and all you want is to feel is cock ease inside you. 

You wrap your arms tighter around his shoulders, as though it will make even an ounce of difference if he does decide to tease you, and offer him a perfect pout and pleading eyes. “Don’t. Please, Captain.”

James inhales sharply, and in one swift, sudden move he rips your shirt down the middle. “Wicked thing.” He smiles, his hands now hastily pulling at the waistband of your khaki shorts. “You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?”

“Maybe,” you concede, lifting your hips off the mattress to allow him to tug your shorts off in a single, fluid movement. He tosses them carelessly to the side without breaking eye contact, and it’s the fire you see burning there that makes you eagerly reach for his belt buckle. 

You know that he won’t keep you waiting - not this time, at least - because the need to fuck you into the mattress is oozing out of him. You can feel it when you successfully unbutton his jeans and push them over the swell of his perfect ass, letting your fingers trail around the tiny patch of exposed skin to ghost over his straining cock.

He’s bigger than you expected. 

James grunts and dips his head low between his shoulders. Briefly, you wonder how long he’s gone without during this posting. Something violent stirs to life in the pit of your stomach. 

It’s only too easy to start palming him through the material of his briefs. He breathes deeply and steadily with every brush of your hand, and you watch the veins in his forearms start to protrude as he tenses, very clearly enjoying your touch. 

Just when you think you’ve got the upper hand, James’ fingers swiftly reach out to curl around your wrist to stall your movements. He pins your hand easily to the mattress by your head and leans in until his warm breath is tickling your ear.

“That’s your second strike, darling.” 

Your smirk goes unseen by him. “Yes, Captain. You better get a move on before I hit three.” 

The sharp nip of his teeth at your earlobe makes you groan and roll your hips against his. “That’s what I’m waiting for,” he purrs. 

He pulls back to look at you and you smirk up at him. “And here I thought you were being romantic.” 

James releases his grip on your wrist to sit up on his knees. You watch mesmirised as he tugs his sweater over his head, finally granting you an unobstructed view of the firm muscles and defined chest that were hidden beneath. The man is beautiful - there’s no other way to describe him - and you almost whimper at the sight of the fine trail of hair that disappears beneath the band of his briefs. 

His eyes grow serious as he plants his hands either side of you, and you force yourself to focus on his face instead of his upper arms. “Tonight is about you and I, nothing more,” he says, almost like he’s reassuring you. 

Almost on instinct, you twist a hand into his hair to pull him in for a kiss. It’s wonderfully soft and his lips linger against yours when he pulls away. 

“The same won’t apply next time,” he murmurs wickedly.

You laugh beneath him while your fingers slide eagerly to push his briefs over his hips. “Is that a promise?” 

James helps in your attempt to get him out of his underwear and leans in for another blistering kiss when he’s finally, blessedly naked. “Absolutely.” 

His warm mouth trails along your jaw and down your chest. He doesn’t pull away even when his strong arm slips beneath your back to pull you off the bed, allowing him to expertly unhook your bra with one hand before setting you back down. 

It joins the growing pile of clothing already scattered across the floor of your tent. 

“Should I ask how you’re so good at that?” you ask, allowing your eyes to drift closed when he takes a nipple into his mouth. 

“Compulsory drag classes when you join the army,” James replies without missing a beat. 

You explode with laughter just as his thumb brushes over your naked breast. “What?!” 

His handsome face lifts from its journey along your torso to flash you a boyish grin. “I’m teasing, darling. But, I was a soldier.” 

It’s the only explanation he offers and you let it drop. 

Instead, you bask in the feel of his warm tongue circling one nipple while a thumb and forefinger pinch the other. You’re aching for him to remove your underwear and fuck you until you can no longer remember your name, but he seems content to have you writhing helplessly beneath him. 

“James…please. I can’t take it anymore. Please fuck me,” you plead when his mouth travels teasingly back to your neck. 

You can feel his cock brushing against your thigh. He’s hard and leaking and you don’t think you can go another second without having him buried inside you. 

He lazily trails his lips back to yours, kissing you in a way that’s almost sloppy, but it only makes you burn for him. “I thought you’d never ask.” 

James’ fingers curl around the band of your underwear, easily sliding them down your thighs until they too are being tossed to the floor of your tent. For a moment he doesn’t say or do anything, only runs his eyes hungrily over you like a man starved. 

It almost makes you want to hide yourself from him. 

You don’t get the chance, though, because he just as quickly settles back between your spread thighs. He supports himself on one arm while his other hand rises to cup your cheek.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” he asks softly. “Ever since you jumped from that helicopter in your tight little shorts and cursed at everyone around you.” 

You wind your arms around his neck and twist your fingers into his hair, grinning as you remember the exact day all those months ago. “All I’m hearing is that we have a lot of catching up to do.”

His eyes are dancing as his lips brush softly against yours. “Wicked, wicked thing,” James whispers and claims you in another kiss. 

At the same time you mould your body to his, the blunt head of his cock nudges against your aching cunt. Without breaking away, James’ hand disappears between both your bodies and guides himself in. 

It ignites a raging inferno in your core that threatens to swallow you whole. 

James’ lips leave yours despite your whines of protest. He’s panting softly and his pupils are blown wide when his eyes find yours. 

He reaches out a large hand to again cup your cheek, caressing your flushed skin with a soft thumb. “Eyes on me, darling.”

It’s an order you don’t dare disobey. 

With tormenting slowness he eases into you inch by inch, watching every micro expression that twists across your face with clear arousal etched into every line on his. Your nails are leaving a plethora of tiny half moons across the tanned skin of his shoulders - not that he seems to even notice or care - and your continued melody of whimpers and groans have him resting his forehead gently against yours. 

“Shhh, keep it in,” he murmurs when you can take no more of him. You groan and clench around him as you adjust, earning a rough curse barked in your ear, but soon feel his lips press to your cheek. “Good girl.”

You clench hard around him again and he smirks, actually smirks, but refrains from passing comment. He doesn’t need to. 

James builds you up slowly, trailing haphazard kisses and bites along your throat and collarbone. It’s a heady, intoxicating pleasure and promises a release so devastating that all of Vietnam will know his name. 

“You…couldn’t…feel…any better,” he pants in time with each snap of his hips. 

You curl one hand around the base of his skull while the other alternates between tracing the rippling muscles in his back and gripping his perfect ass. 

“Thanks,” you reply lightly into his ear. “It’s an area I work hard on.” 

A short burst of laughter escapes him and his teeth sink into your earlobe. Combined with how heavenly his cock feels, it makes you cry his name in a single, high pitched breath. 

“Good girl. Good girl,” he rasps hoarsely with a particularly forceful thrust of his hips. 

“Keep…fuck….keep saying that and I’m gonna come,” you tell him, only half teasing. 

James lifts his head from the crook of your neck and gazes at you with lust blown blue eyes. One hand slips between your thighs and you feel the glorious pressure of his thumb on your clit. It’s both too much and not enough. 

“I’m not going to stop, and you’re going to look at me when you come. Understood?” he says, immediately thrusting into you at an almost frantic pace. 

“Yes, Captain.” 

You watch the small tilt of his head and the half smile that pulls at his lips. You refrain from passing comment. You don’t need to. 

You grip him like a vice as he steadily builds you up, moaning his name and pleading with a god you no longer believe in. James is grunting with each thrust as his own release crests, but his eyes never once leave yours. 

“James…,” you whimper when you're teetering right on the edge of your climax and the glorious freefall is right before you. 

“Come, my sweet girl. Come for me.” 

Your orgasm rips through you so intensely that, for a moment, you forget to breathe. James’ eyes stay locked with yours as pleasure swallows you whole and you writhe beneath him, but he’s quickly tumbling into bliss alongside you. 

His head falls back heavily to the crook of your neck and you easily cradle it there as he rides out his own release. He’s panting heavily in your ear and a small glow of pride bubbles in your stomach that it’s because of you. 

You both come down off your high slowly, but the aftershocks of release are still tingling pleasantly through every inch of you. James presses another lingering kiss to your cheek and rolls you both over so you’re tucked against his chest. A thin sheen of sweat covers him but you nuzzle into him happily, feeling the deep rise and fall of his chest as he catches his breath. 

“I should have gotten lost in the forest with you a long time ago if that’s what comes of it,” you murmur and you feel his arm squeeze your shoulders. 

James hums and presses his lips to the crown of your head. “Maybe we should get lost again and see what happens.” 

His deep voice is laced with filthy promise and makes your heart skip a beat in your chest, both at what he’s hinting at and knowing that there’s going to be a “next time.” 

“Maybe tomorrow,” you reply and twist yourself tighter around his firm body. “For some reason, I’m completely exhausted tonight.” 

You drift off to sleep beneath the soft caress of his fingertips along your arm and the sound of his heart beating in your ear.

#james conrad #james conrad smut #james conrad x reader #james conrad fanfiction

[springdandelixn]

Against the Tide  - Part I

Summary: Your life takes an unexpected turn as the leader of the biker gang that took over your town sets his eyes on you.

Warnings: unwanted touching, power imbalance, abusive undertones, more to be added as the series progresses.

Characters: Dark!Biker!James Conrad x F!Reader, Michael from Legion and Billy Lee from Bad Times at the El Royale (biker au)

A/N: I have taken a dive into newer territory and it’s such a thrilling experience. It’s a first I’m writing for James Conrad so please be gentle. I do dedicate this piece to one of my babies, @michelleleewise​ 💙 Belated Happy Birthday, dear. Also a belated happy birthday to @coldnique​!!

As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope you guys enjoy! 💙

Against the Tide Masterlist

You turn your head to face the back of the bar when you hear the commotion coming from the kitchen, the din of Melody’s angry voice mixing in with the clack of the pool balls from the other side of the bar and the music playing from the speakers. Luis, the new hire, must have messed up another customer’s order, probably burning the burger patties like he did last night. 

You feel your phone buzz from your back pocket and pull off the simple black apron tied around your waist. Turning off your alarm, you peek from the kitchen window and tap your hand against the metal surface, a chuckle leaving your lips as you see Melody’s fuming face. 

“What?!” She snarls and you only roll your eyes playfully at her rage.

“I’m taking my break.” You tell her, holding out your hand after. “Cigs.” 

She pulls a pack from the back of her pocket and slaps it on your hand, giving her a playful wave with your fingers before looking at Luis and laughing at the way he frowns when Melody goes back to scolding him. 

The summer night breeze is a welcome sensation when you step out of the bar and walk over to the side of the building where the cars and motorcycles of the patrons are parked. Tapping the pack against your palm you take the nicotine stick that slides free and tuck it between your lips. 

Shaking the lighter, you flick your thumb against the small metal gear, watching the flame come to life and lighting the tip of the cigarette. You take a long drag, watching the embers eat at the roll of tobacco before huffing the smoke up into the air. A small sigh leaves your lips as you can’t help but contemplate what your life has become while watching the smoke form clouds around the full moon that shines in contrast to the dark sky. 

All your life you’ve only been in Westmoor, never once venturing away from the small town, even if it’s just to visit the next one over. You once had plans of leaving the place you call home when you were a teenager, to abandon the miserable and abusive life you’ve come to know since you were born—your alcoholic father seeing you as a burden and your mother too afraid to fight back once he cracks his hand against your cheek. 

You were free once your mother died from illness, running away from home and finding solace at Ol’ Sammy’s place. The old man treated you like you were his own, his wife, Eleanor, showering you with the love and affection you’ve never known. They’d even ward off your deadbeat father when he would storm up to their porch, demanding money you owed him for raising you. 

You felt like you had a family in their presence but even so, your desire to leave just drew stronger. For there was truly nothing but hardship in this town. Yet no matter how hard you tried, saving every penny you can from years of working at Nick’s, leaving just seemed impossible. 

Especially now with the gang of bikers that have seemingly taken over just about a year ago. Coming into town and claiming it as their own, with every resident scared for their lives as they shamelessly flaunt their power. They made it their job to make their presence known, terrorizing businesses and taking money for protection that isn’t needed. For no one comes to Westmoor to cause havoc, the only visitors being passersby and hunters during the fall. 

The roar of a motorcycle pulls you from your thoughts and you stand rigid against the wall when you see the gang parking their bikes in front of you. You feel a chill run up your spine at their sudden appearance. It’s Wednesday and you know they’re not supposed to be here, Nick telling everyone at the bar when they’re scheduled to collect.

“Hey there, sugar,” Billy calls as soon as their engines die, the burly man getting off his bike and casually striding over to where you stand. 

You do your best to keep your guard up, you know better than to face them alone. Rolling your eyes at Billy’s greeting, you drop your cigarette to the ground and stomp your foot on it to kill the embers before walking away. But a yelp of surprise leaves your lips when your pulled back, the air punching out of your lungs when your back hits the wall, eyes growing wide as Billy presses his hand against the concrete surface, trapping you. 

“Leaving so soon?” He teases, the hair sitting over his lip moving in waves as he juts out his lips. “We just got here.” 

“I’m done my break.” You say in annoyance, pressing your fists against his chest, trying to push him away. “Melody will be furious if I’m late.”

“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind you taking a couple more minutes if she knew you were with me.” His breath already reeks of alcohol, making your stomach turn as he leans closer to your face.

“That’s enough, Billy.” 

Your spine tingles in fear when you hear James’ voice, Billy giving you another smirk, turning your head away when his fingers rub against your cheek when he pulls away from the wall.

Out of all the bikers, James is the one people fear the most. His calm demeanor is nothing but a front to his hidden rage. You’ve witnessed first hand when Richard, one of the bar patrons, beat him in a game of pool, the man never coming back to Nick’s after he was bedridden for almost a month. 

He’s stopped drinking, his wife, Ingrid, said when you went over to their place to drop off a pie Eleanor made. But the brace around his neck and the bruises you saw decorating his face when Ingrid opened the door a little too wide said otherwise.

“You got a light?” James asks as he stands in front of you. You reach into your pocket and hold out the lighter, keeping your expression stoic when he cups your hand with both his, flicking the flame to life before lighting his nicotine stick. 

You pull your hand back when he finishes, tucking the lighter back in your pocket and standing still as he takes a drag and huffs out the smoke, his blue eyes never leaving you. 

“What are you doing out here all alone, dove?” He asks, his gaze lingering down your body before he meets your eyes again. 

“I was on break.” You respond in a monotone voice. “Was just about to head back.”

“Is Nick in?”

“He called out. Said his wife is sick.” 

“Is that so?” He chuckles, taking another puff of the cigarette, cringing when he blows the smoke at your chest. “I guess we came here for nothing, boys. Unless you can make it worth my while?” He asks and you quickly slip away when he leans in closer, your heart pounding hard against your chest when he grabs you all of a sudden. “And who gave you permission to leave?” You shiver at his tone, hushed yet menacing.

“I have to go back to work.” You reason, wincing as he tightens his hold on your wrist when you try to pull away. “You guys come in and have a drink, so your trip isn’t wasted.” You say in a rush, your voice shaking as you speak. “On the house, as much as you want. I’m sure Nick won’t mind.” 

“C’mon, boss.” Billy interjects, his voice sounding like an excited little kid about to get a ice cream from the shop. “I also want to challenge Mikey to a game of pool.” 

A grunt echoes at the side and you see James’ right hand man, Michael, standing and watching you impassively at the side. His tattoo-covered arms are crossed over his chest, his finger leisurely rubbing the base of the gun that hangs on his holster as if waiting for the opportunity to use it.

“Very well.” James groans and drops the half finished cigarette on the ground, releasing your hand all the same. “But you’ll be the one to serve us. No one else. Understood?” He demands. 

You nod and quickly scurry away from him, your annoyance instantly flaring when Billy slaps his hand against your ass when you pass him. 

The stuffy atmosphere is a welcome distraction as you walk back into the building. Melody stands behind the bar, the anger from earlier replaced with a smile. But as soon as she sees you, her lips slant and you know that she knows something isn’t right. 

“What’s wrong?” She asks.

“Conrad and his minions are here.” You quickly tell Melody as you make your way at the back of the bar, the smile on her face quickly fading at your announcement. 

“What are they doing here?” She whispers, turning her back when the boys enter the bar, helping you grab their drinks from the fridge. 

“They’re looking for Nick.”

“Did you tell them he isn’t here?” 

“I did but they won’t leave me alone.” You bite back, popping the caps of the bottles before setting them atop a round tray. “I told them they can have drinks, on the house.”

“What?! Are you stupid? Nick will be—”

“He’ll be happy that we kept them happy. You know how Conrad is.” You hiss, taking the tray. “And the last thing we need is for him to burn down the bar.”

“Fine.” She says in defeat. “I’ll try to call Nick, maybe he can make them go away.” 

You don’t say anything. You already know as well as she and the whole town of Westmoor that it’s impossible to get rid of James and his men. 

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[ladymischief11]

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I'd be on my damn knees ❤️🔥🥭😋

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[agere-tomhiddleston-imagines]

This is the most bisexual bisexual to ever bisexual in fiction

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[loki-cees-all]

Do it! We needs it! 😈😩

(And babe, I thought you knew that Eugene Cordero/Casey/Pillboi had worked with Tom before! Sorry for not mentioning it haha 😂)

Hmmm. I don't know. On second thought, I'm not sure y'all are ready for skinny dipping Conrad? It might prove to be too much for the delicate constitutions on this webbed site.

Girl, you know I am so stupid. We probably talked about it before and I just totally forgot 😂

#cee answers #infinitystoner #james conrad #maybe ill just edit it so he's fully clothed in the water... #to protect the masses #or just it rip as is? hmm. #decisions decisions #😈😈😈