#james conrad fanfiction

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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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friday nights & hot dates [kinktober 2023: slow & soft]

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Summary: A few months after he first showed up at your house to keep you company on your birthday, Conrad finally tells you how he feels. | sequel to 'you deserve better'

Pairing: James Conrad x Reader

Word Count: 6.1k [please prepare drinkies & snacks accordingly]

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, get on outta here i won't ask twice); unprotected p in v sex; language; insecure reader; the smut scene is 1.3k words long idek if i should say sorry for this… [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: simp Conrad; a touch of aftercare in the end 😳🫠

Dick-tionary (aka smut guide): smut starts at "Once he realized what you were about to do" and ends at "We're nowhere near done"

A loud chime boomed across the Monarch training field, announcing the top of the hour. The setting sun only barely blocked by the visor atop former Captain James Conrad's head and doing a piss poor job of straining his eyes as he watched on the first troop of soldiers assigned to the lab.

He'd been tasked to train the few handfuls of privates to be able to face the challenges that Skull Island would have in store for them throughout subsequent missions. They were decent enough, but to handle both navigating the hostile, monstrous terrain and serving as protective detail for the scientists on their tasks to obtain more samples and document its ecosystem, they would need to be exemplary. At the top of their game.

Especially if they are to be protecting Y/N, he thought to himself. Then again, he probably wouldn't let any of them anywhere near you. He would see to your protection personally. Make sure that there was little to no room for error when it came to your safety.

But they all had a long way to go before he decreed any of them ready for the field. And none of them would be closing the gap on their endurance or their agility within the next few minutes. The chime that rung out through the field not only signaled the top of the hour, but the end of your own work day, and he wanted to at least see you off to your ride home. Perhaps walk with you to the pick-up point.

"Alright, that's enough for today," he called out to the privates, everyone standing to attention at his word. "We'll resume on Monday morning. Get adequate rest this weekend."

He took off his training jacket and his visor, haphazardly running his hand through his short cropped hair. While he took a quick inventory of his belongings before heading off to your lab, one of the women privates approached him.

"Do you need anything, Pearson?"

She began to shuffle her stance, somewhat incapable of meeting his gaze as she spoke to him. "The other guys and I were going to check out the new Mexican place that opened up a few blocks from here. I was--I mean we were wondering if you'd like to join us?"

Pearson straightened her stance in a particular manner, jutting her chest out in a blatantly clear attempt to draw his attention to it. You're fresh out of luck, my attentions are for one woman and one woman only. And she's in the lab.

"Thank you for the invite, Pearson, but I have what you and your peers might say a…'hot date' tonight." He fought against the smile playing at the corners of his mouth at the thought of being on a proper date with you.

"Oh." She barely tried to hide the disappointment in her voice. "Okay then. Have a good weekend, Sir."

"Don't look now but he's here again," Brooks muttered from across the lab, the sound of him clacking away on his keyboard taking the briefest pause to tell you that once again, the former SAS tracker James Conrad was right outside the door. "You ever gonna share with the class how you two became a thing? 'Cause we have a bet going on in the lab about who made the first move and--"

"There's nothing to share, Brooks, because we aren't a thing," you cut him off, taking on a snippy tone while you ran the genome of the last flora sample from the set you collected in Skull Island against every recorded organism known to man so far. "We're friends, that's all. Give it time and he'll get tired of slumming it out with me and go back to haunting pool bars and nameless hookups."

"I don't know, Y/L/N…I never had a friend look at me like that."

The results from your test finally came up on the screen, confirming that the flora on the island were all, in fact, undocumented. You took a quick screenshot and placed it into your report. "Looks like we're getting funded," you announced, your half-deadpanned tone met with a mixture of excitement and fear. "Don't everyone stand up at once, I know how pumped we all are to get back to the island of death."

You finally stood up from your desk, looking outside the door and seeing Conrad outside giving you a little smile when your eyes met. You tried to ignore how your heart started doing backflips in your chest at the sight of him, keeping your expression fairly neutral as you gave him a small wave in response. Once your computer had finished shutting down, you grabbed your things and bid everyone goodbye, stopping at Brooks's desk last.

"If what you mean is looking at me like a barnacle he can't scrape off his boat, I hope you never have friends that look at you like that, my guy."

Before you stepped through the door, your fellow scientist let out a final remark. "You know, Y/N, for someone so smart, you're a bit of an idiot sometimes."

"Takes one to know one, Brooks," you shot back, stepping across the threshold and almost immediately becoming face-to-chest with the tracker that towered over you effortlessly. "Hey Conrad," you said slowly, trying your best to keep a hold of your composure. "Did you need something from us? I think I have Bryant running CMP for the guys you're training you should have the results tomo--"

"I didn't come here for the blood tests, Y/L/N," he cut you off, giving you another little smile that had your pulse thumping violently at your throat. "I erm…it's Friday." His eyebrows scrunched together in the slightest wince at his words.

"It is…" you echoed lamely, starting to tap away at your phone to get an Uber home, holding back the urge to sigh in relief seeing that your ride was only a few minutes away. "Have a good weekend, then," you tried to wave him off, pointing vaguely at the pick-up area, starting to awkwardly shuffle away from him.

He reached out and wrapped his hand around yours, stopping you before you got away too far. "Actually, I was thinking…perhaps we could go and grab a bite to eat? There's a new place that opened up just a short walk from here. Maybe we could try it out?"

As if on cue, your stomach let out an audible grumble, rudely reminding you that the last time you ate was this morning before you left your house. Before you could dwell on it any further, you canceled your Uber, giving him a tiny smile of your own. "Lead the way."

Dinner was a rather quiet affair, the two of you starting off by sharing a plate of nachos before you ordered your mains. Sometime before your entrees were served, a small group of people you recognized as the privates being trained as the Monarch Defense Team walked through the doors, the women immediately spotting Conrad and tossing a scornful dismissive look your way.

"What's wrong?"

His voice took your attention away from the group, the motion of him reaching across the table to take your hand in his causing a resounding stomp from across the restaurant followed by a barely contained "What the fuck?!"

"It's uhh…it's nothing," you waved off, trying to slowly pull your hand away so as to not elicit a stronger reaction from the group and grab his attention. "Just…thinking about work. I have to put a recommendation for another mission to the island in my report."

"We'll be better prepared this time," he reassured you, his thumb rubbing across the back of your hand in a soothing motion. "We have a better idea of what we're to face when we get there, and what not to do. And with enough time the troop that I'm training might even be field ready, so you and your team would have better protection."

Your neck twitched at the idea of the woman with the derisive eyes being tasked to protect you. Might even just throw you to the gigantic insects voluntarily. "Right…at least the team will be safe."

"And you, Y/N," he insisted, giving your hand a light squeeze. "I'll see to it myself, I promise you."

You nodded at his words, feeling your face strain at the smile you tried to give him before slipping your hand out of his and standing up. "Ladies room, I'll be back in a few."

While you were in line for the restroom, your thoughts wandered to how you could potentially word your recommendation so that maybe you didn't have to go with the rest of the team back to Skull Island. You weren't physically cut out to be in such a high-stress environment, and frankly you would be more of a liability if people had to look out for you on top of trying to survive a hostile environment.

When your turn came up in the queue, you were stopped in your tracks by someone wrapping their hand around your arm in a claw-like grasp, yanking you slightly backwards. "We need to talk, Y/L/N," a woman seethed.

You swore your blood chilled to near freezing point when you saw the woman private from Conrad's troop, her hateful eyes and vicious sneer too close for comfort.

There was something troubling you, Conrad could tell that much as he watched you in line for the restroom. Much as he usually found it adorable when you were muttering to yourself over your research, he had to fight to resist the urge to stand up and do what he could to somehow put you at ease.

He knew that you weren't all too excited that you had to return to the island, but his gut told him that it was more than just that. You seemed almost fearful when he mentioned the troop that he was training, and not in the way that told him it was simply because you doubted their ability to guarantee your safety.

Did you not realize that he would never even think to put your safety in anyone's hands other than his own? Didn't you know how valuable you were to him? Of course he would keep you safe. He'd put you in the same tent if he could just to make sure you'd never leave his sight.

The sight of a woman marching towards you as if on a war path had him leaving his seat within seconds, immediately recognizing it to be Pearson. When she stopped you from moving and he clocked the vice grip she had on you it had him seeing red. He saw the way you flinched back when she started hissing in your face, her words making every muscle in his body tense and burn with the itch to protect you from someone so obviously spiteful.

"Don't tell me you're the hot date that Captain Conrad turned me down for, this has to be the biggest crock of shit I've ever heard in my life," she spat out. Your face contorted with obvious discomfort from her talon-like hand tightening around your arm, nails undoubtedly digging into your skin.

"Listen, Private Pearson, I think there might just be a misunderstanding," you spoke softly, your tone laced with caution. "He's probably gonna go to said 'hot date' after this, I'm just his friend. We're friends…I think…"

Silly sweet girl, he thought to himself. Are you really so unaware of how I see you?

"Do you really think I'm that stupid, Y/L/N? I don't need to have a PhD in God knows what the ever loving fuck to know that you're into him. The only thing I can't figure out to save my life is what the fuck he sees in a mousey jumpy little thing like you, and where you found the goddamn audacity to steal him away the way you did."

"I'm not trying to steal anyone," you insisted, trying to wrestle your arm out of her hold. "We're just friends, Private Pearson. Anyone with a functioning brain can see that he doesn't want me like that. You want him, he's all yours, you won't hear a peep out of me."

"You better be right," she scoffed, releasing you with a slight shove, causing you to stumble backwards and fight to find your balance for a few seconds before righting yourself on your feet again. "If you know what's good for you, you'll stay the fuck away from him. Preferably before you see what happens when your stupid little face gets me triggered."

Rather than give her a verbal agreement, you simply nodded your head, scurrying off into the restroom, your face looking as if it had been drained of color and your bottom lip quivering with an obvious concern for your own safety.

So this was why you were concerned over your protection detail if you had to return to the island. Of course. Who would ever feel safe if someone assigned to the team that was tasked to protect them behaved the way that Pearson was behaving now? Who was to say that it wasn't beneath her to intentionally endanger you out of sheer spite?

The private let out an arrogant huff, flipping her hair and standing up straight with a smug look on her face before making her way back to her table with the rest of the privates in her troop.

"Pearson," Conrad spoke, letting his irritation over the entire encounter lace his tone. She stopped in her tracks, turning slowly to face him with a touch of fear in her eyes. Good, you should be afraid after the way you just spoke to the woman I love.

"Cap…Captain Conrad, hi!" Her cheeks strained with the smile she tried to keep plastered on her face despite the obvious nervousness that remained in her eyes. "We're so glad you decided to join us after all, we're seated over--"

"You're dismissed. Don't bother coming in on Monday." Her face fell immediately, indignation coloring her expression. "If you cannot treat the people you're expected to defend and protect with professionalism and respect, then you're not fit to stay on this team, let alone be deployed to the island."

"Come on, all this for a shifty little nothing? This is completely unfair!" she scoffed. "You could do so much better than her--"

"Hold your damn tongue, Pearson. I won't have you disrespect her--"

"She can't even hear us!"

"But I can." He began to raise his voice, calling the attention of the other patrons in the restaurant. "That's the woman I love you're talking about. It would be wise for you to choose your next words very carefully."

All the color drained from her face and she stood up straight again, back at full attention. "I apologize, Sir. I'll have my locker cleared before the weekend's over." And then she made her way back to her table, heavy footsteps sounding throughout the whole restaurant.

As Conrad sat back in his seat waiting for you to return, he replayed his own words over and over in his mind. After all this time keeping his emotions bottled in for the sake of preserving what friendship he had with you, the words had finally formed and solidified what had been building ever since the day he met you on the way to that forsaken death island.

He loved you.

By the time you made your way back to your table, you spotted Conrad signing a receipt and placing his credit card back into his wallet.

"You know I keep a tally on how many times you've refused to let me pay, right?" you sighed, taking out your phone and once again trying to book for an Uber home. "I'm perfectly fine with and capable of splitting the bill."

"Next time."

"I also keep a tally on how many times you've said exacty that." You shuffled your feet awkwardly where you stood, avoiding looking at both him and the table that sat his trainees, including the cruel witch that was Private Pearson. "Well uhm…I should get going, it's getting late. Enjoy your weekend, Conrad."

He reached out before you took another step, placing his hand at the curve of your waist. "Walk with me back to the lab and I'll drive you home."

The sound of a fist slamming down on one of the tables made you take a step back from his hold. You didn't have to look to know who it was or what caused the outburst. "I-I really don't wanna be a bother, it's fine. Really. I can take care of myself."

You tried to step forward again, making him stand from his seat, placing a large hand on your shoulder before running down the length of your arm to lace his fingers between yours. "You could never be a bother for me, Y/L/N," he spoke softly, lightly touching your chin with his other hand. "Come on."

For the most part throughout the drive to your place, he was touching you. Whether it be holding your hand between stoplights to make you stop picking at your fingernails, or rubbing circles on your knee to stop you from fidgeting, all the while keeping his other hand steadily on the wheel.

It was hands down one of the most illegally distractingly attractive things you'd ever seen. A sight that you thought was only reserved for leading ladies in those romance books you read, definitely not something you were supposed to experience in your lifetime.

It had you fighting back the urge to pout when you saw your house start to come into view, knowing that in a few short moments it would all be over. He gave your knee a light squeeze once he'd pulled up in front of your hourse, making quick work to make his way around the front of his car to open the door for you and undo your seatbelt.

The combined scent of his woodsy citrusy cologne and something that was just uniquely him seared itself into your brain as his face was mere inches from yours. He made it even worse reaching for your hand to hold you steady while you stepped out of the car.

"Thanks, Conrad," you muttered when you got to your door, your mind spinning from the feel of him running his thumb across your knuckles. "You should uhm…probably get going. Don't wanna keep you from any other plans you might have tonight."

You felt your pulse start beating furiously at your neck when he answered you. "What plans?"

Didn't Pearson have a full blown meltdown over him talking about a hot date and then seeing you with him at dinner? What the fuck was he going on about?

"Come on, Conrad, you don't have to pretend, it's just us here. Pearson practically yanked my spine from my throat earlier at the restaurant harping on about you having plans tonight so really, I'm sure you have better things to do on a Friday night you don't have to feel like you're…I don't know, obligated? To spend time with me. And at least you'll stop looking like you're doing some weird pity charity work, too--"

"Y/N, stop." He took a step toward you, closing the distance and framed your face in his large hands. "The only plans I had for tonight were with you. Do you remember what I told you all those months ago, that first night I came here?" You only stared at him blankly, wordlessly prompting him to answer it himself. "I wanted to let you know that I'm here. For you. And I still am. I always will be."

Before you could respond, he leaned in, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips. Fleeting, but it resumed the near violent fluttering in your stomach from the contact. He gave you no time to react before he pressed his lips to yours again, wrapping his arms around you and cradling your head with his hand before pressing you against the door.

"Look at me, sweetheart," he breathed out when he broke the kiss. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat when you saw how dilated his pupils had become after that kiss. "How is it that you're so observant of everything around you and yet you fail to see what's right in front of you?"

"Conrad what--"

"How could you look at me and not see a man so desperately, so irretrievably in love?"

You swore all the air left your lungs at his words. In love? No. This couldn't be real. This was beyond simply improbable, this was impossible.

There was no way on this Earth that he felt the same.

"I can almost hear the gears in your brilliant mind turning, Y/L/N," he said softly, weaving his fingers into your hair as he proceeded to press tender kisses on your temple and the side of your face. "Invite me inside. Let me take you to your bedroom. Let me show you what you mean to me."

Before you could think about it any longer, you wordlessly slipped your key into his hand, slowly nodding your head. The only response you got from him was him latching his lips onto your neck, groaning into your skin as he lifted you off the ground with one arm, unlocking your door with the other.

He'd carried you all the way upstairs to your bedroom, constantly pressing a kiss wherever his lips could reach. When he started fumbling for the light switch, you tried to hold out your hand to stop him. "No lights," you muttered. If you wanted this to go anywhere even remotely good tonight, that would require him not running for the hills the second he got you naked.

"Without the lights, I can't see you, sweet girl," he said back teasingly, kissing along your jawline until he captured your lips, smiling into the kiss.

"Exactly," you murmured against his lips, causing him to chuckle against your skin.

"Seeing you is the best part of my day," he told you simply, flipping the switch on and bathing your bedroom in a warm white glow. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the brilliant smile he gave you once he saw your face. "There you are."

He set you down on your feet, touching the top button of your shirt with a question in his eyes, only proceeding to undo the button when you have him a slight nod. Once enough skin was exposed to him, he started to trace a line of kisses across your collarbone, running his hands down your arms to strip the shirt off from you. And then he sent your mind racing as he gave you the same treatment working both your pants and panties down your legs.

"I've dreamed of this since the island," he whispered into your skin, kissing his way back up to your lips as he reached behind you, unclasping your bra. "Lie down on the bed, my love. Let me see you."

He kept your hand in his as you lowered yourself to lie on your back, your heart thundering in your chest and your lip quivering as his eyes hungrily roamed your body. Thoughts began to swim in your head again, of how different, how much less toned nearly all parts of you were compared to him. Compared to the women he'd been with before. You tried to pull your hand away from his, to start to cover yourself.

Once he realized what you were about to do, he moved to hover over you on the bed, placing his hand in the space between your arm and your torso to block your way. "No," he said simply before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. "Don't hide yourself from me." He kissed his way down your neck to your chest, paying close attention to your breasts, holding you steady as you squirmed under him while he kissed and sucked your nipples into stiff peaks.

"Conrad…" Your voice came out faint, the air too thick to breathe while you drowned in his attentions. His lips moved down your stomach, peppering kisses along your mound before placing his hands on your inner thighs and gently parting your legs, opening yourself more to him.

You clenched around nothing watching him lick his lips before his eyes found yours, desperate whimpers coming out of you when he started kissing along your inner thighs. The ache between your legs started to grow stronger the closer his mouth got to where you craved him.

"Conrad!" Your back arched off the bed when he licked up the length of your slit and pressed a fleeting open-mouthed kiss to your clit.

"Lay back down, sweetheart." Your back immediately met the mattress again at his soft spoken order, your stomach fluttering violently again at the sight of him standing over you and pulling his shirt over his head. "You are the most breathtaking sight," he breathed out. "My love…"

"Could say the same from here," you shot back, still struggling to breathe properly under his gaze. The air was practically stuck in your throat the second his hands went to his pants, taking his time to undo his belt and pants, every muscle on his perfectly sculpted body moving and flexing as if he was trying to seduce you with such a seemingly mundane action.

As if he needed to seduce you.

The sound that came out of you was borderline inhuman the second he pushed his pants down his legs, and you'd gotten a good look at the sheer size of him. There's no way that's gonna fit, you thought nervously. "Conrad, I don't--" You huffed out a deflated sigh. "It's been an embarrassingly long while since I've--"

"It's alright, sweetheart." He quickly made his way back to his position on the bed, pressing a line of kisses along your jaw until he reached your lips, making an almost relieved sound against your lips. "We'll go slow. Please just tell me if I hurt you, that's the last thing I'd ever want."

Your eyes flew open at the feel of his length pressing against your entrance, your walls stretching just shy of the point of discomfort as you accommodated to his size. Any other thoughts and doubts in your mind took a backseat to the sound of Conrad's soft groans as he inched his way into you.

You'd never felt this unbelievably full.

He moaned your name in your ear. "Like you were made for me." He pressed his lips to your temple, the gesture somewhat calming your erratically beating heart. "I'll keep going now."

"Wait Conrad you what--Oh!" You felt a thrill at the back of your head once he pushed even further in, more arousal rushing and slickening your inner walls clenching around him as if pulling him deeper into you. All you could utter over the overwhelming pleasure he was subjecting you to was a faint whimper of his name.

"I love you, Y/N," he sighed in contentment, his warm exhale hitting your already heated skin before he resumed kissing along the side of your face.

"Don't say that," you blurted out. "You don't have to--"

"I want to," he cut you off, moving his head to capture your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue licking at your bottom lip. "I've wanted to tell you for so long please don't tell me to stop. I can't--"

"No one's ever said it. Not to me. I'm not--I've never been--"

Your words stilled him. He rested his forehead on yours, the tip of his nose brushing against your own. "All the more reason for me to tell you." He muffled your moan with a kiss when he inched in even more. "I love you." He kissed up your neck, gently capturing your earlobe between his teeth before kissing the same spot. "I'll say it so often everyone around us will be sick of hearing me say the words."

"Conrad…" you cried out when he finally bottomed out, your hips flush together. "Please--"

"I love you." He started moving his hips in slow grinding circles, repeating the words every time he fully entered you.

The words were lodged stubbornly in the back of your throat; all you could utter was his name while your body trembled trying to raise your hips to meet his thrusts. Meanwhile a vicious voice in the back of your mind questioned if this was even real, refusing to accept any reality where a guy like James Conrad actually genuinely fell in love with you.

You lived by the saying that if something sounded too good to be true, then it probably was. And this…this sounded like a chick lit romance novel where the devastatingly handsome decommissioned soldier fell for the nerdy scientist that most days couldn't even bother to check if her hair looked alright from the back.

This was definitely too good to be true. And all you could do now was allow yourself the fleeting opportunity to lose yourself in the pleasure he was more than capable of and seemed quite willing to give you.

And brace yourself for the moment he pulled away. The moment he finally realized that yes. Yes he could do better, actually.

Before you could dwell on it any further, he pulled you out of your spiraling thoughts when his fingers made contact with the throbbing bundle of nerves above your entrance, rubbing at the spot with the same languid pace of his thrusts.

"You feel divine, my love," he moaned in your ear, pressing his lips to a spot behind it that sent your mind reeling, the tension tightening in your stomach even further. "Come for me, Y/N." He upped his pressure on your clit, still keeping the pace with his slow, deep thrusts.

The coiling tension finally snapped when he started sucking at your skin, your walls convulsing around him while your body shook under him, your hold on his shoulder blade weakening until you finally let go, arm landing on the mattress with a soft thud. He stilled his movement inside you, capturing your lips in a tender kiss while you came down from your high.

"I love you," he kept whispering between kisses. The words had you feeling the traitorous tears prickling in the back of your eyes, every part of you filled with the overpowering urge to say them back. Tell him that you felt the same.

Instead you wanted to slap yourself for the question that slipped from your mouth. "Wait what about you?"

The smirk he gave you in response had thrills shooting throughout your body, feeling the faintest tinge of embarrassment in the back of your mind when you felt your pussy clenching around him at the sight. His mouth stretched into a devilish grin as he thrusted into you in return, his eyes filled with an obvious mix of sexual and romantic intent.

"Don't you worry about me, sweetheart," he rasped, starting to slowly grind his hips again. "We're nowhere near done."

He's not coming back. He left the bedroom and give it time, you're gonna hear him leave the house.

You were being irrational, and most of your mind recognized your thoughts for what they were: absolutely batshit crazy and dead wrong. For one, Conrad left the room without a stick of clothing covering him, telling you he was going to get water. He didn't know how to navigate most of your house so it would reasonably take him a few minutes to actually go get it and come back up.

That didn't stop you from making your way to the head of the bed, and crawling under the covers, drawing your knees to your chest as if you were bracing yourself for emotional impact. You caught a glimpse of your reflection on the full-length mirror, instinctively bringing your hand up to your hair to start working at the knots and tangles that developed over the last few hours.

Conrad came back to the room at that moment, holding a water bottle and two cups, giving you a soft smile as he looked on at all the effects from your lovemaking. "You look like an angel…perched on a cloud." He handed you your cup before pouring one for himself, raising an eyebrow at you when you remained sitting motionless and staring at him blankly. "What is it, sweetheart?"

"I just--I thought you were just gonna get for--"

"Myself?" You nodded at him once he finished for you, making him click his tongue in disappointment, realizing what kind of experiences you'd had before. "You're making it too easy for me to spoil you. I could never be so selfish." He briefly touched his glass to yours, the clinking sound filling the room before you both downed your drinks.

Even while he climbed back onto the bed, situating himself beside you and pulling you into his arms, your irrational thoughts that he'll redress himself in a few minutes time and leave plagued your mind.

"You're looking at me like you expect me to disappear," he murmured, lightly tracing along the lines of your face with his fingertips. "What's wrong, Y/N?"

Come on, you stupid little scaredy cat just tell him. Three words. Three monosyllabic words so simple a kid can say them. Just say it.

"You're still here," you blurted out, immediately wanting to swallow your tongue when his face dropped.

Wrong three words, you fucking idiot.

"Do you want me to leave?" His words came out strained, as if it physically hurt him to say them.

"No, I don't. It's just…I expect it. And if I can be honest I'm still kind of…waiting."

"Waiting for what?"

You pursed your lips, a part of you already feeling silly for the words about to come out your mouth. "Post-coital clarity?"

He let out a slow sigh, his hold tightening around you while he cupped your face with his free hand, stroking along your cheekbone with his thumb. "And what in the world is that?"

"It's this--Honestly it's silly, really--"

"It doesn't seem silly to you." He leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips, pulling you closer when you melted against him at the gesture. "So it's not silly to me. Tell me what it is."

You took a deep breath, your fingers absentmindedly tracing along the lines on his abdomen while you explained. "It's this phenomena that…once you've slept with someone, the attraction goes away. Your mind's more clear, you're no longer overpowered by this attraction and you realize that the person you just had sex with isn't as appealing as they were before you got together."

It took him a few seconds before he spoke again, maneuvering you so that you were now on top of him, straddling his stomach, his hands skimming up and down your sides.

"Why is it so hard for you to accept that I love you?"

The question seemed so ridiculous to you. "Because nobody ever has. Nobody does--"

"You're wrong," he cut you off, pulling you close until your chests were pressed together. "I know it might not happen often but it's happening now. You're wrong, and I'm living proof of it. Because I'm here. I'm here and I love you. The only clarity that came to me is that I want more than anything for us to become more. For what we shared tonight be more than a one-time thing."

He wrapped his arms tighter around you, pulling you into a tender kiss that had your heart fluttering when he licked into your mouth, his tongue gliding against yours. "I'm no good with words," you said breathlessly when he broke the kiss, his chest heaving against yours. "I've never been able to say how I feel, I can't--"

"Shh it's alright, sweetheart," he breathed, holding you by the back of your neck to rest your forehead against his. "You don't need those fancy words you use in your report. It's just us here. Whatever you wish to tell me, in the plainest words--"

"I love you, too."

A/N: I've finally finished this mega chonker of a piece! And I've given 'you deserve better' Conrad his happy ending with his precious bb 🥹🥹

Next up is the final story in the Kinktober 2023 initial goal: Fingering with President Loki 😳👀 And lemme just tell y'all now…it's gonna be at least 2k words long because I haven't even gotten to the smutting yet 🥴

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Fiji {James Conrad x Female Reader Drabble}

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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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‣ Show some respect ・Conrad x ofc

‣ warnings: 18+ darker themes, kinda smuttish, scratching the line of dub/con, dom/sub vibes

Louise, the adventurous daughter of a Marine Corps General was assigned to Capt Conrad's expedition troop. Soon tempers clash and Conrad has to make his position clear...

“Excuse me, Captain?“

“Shit“ James huffed, the annoyed undertone more heated than the tropical climate, as his sweaty palm slipped off the gun he was cleaning.

“What is it Miller?“

“The General's offspring...“ one of his soldiers began but his voice quickly faded in shy, incoherent murmur.

The Captain growled to himself, a hand dirty smeared with oil and old blood wandered up to the apex of his neck, annoyedly choking himself.

His patience was wearing paper thin with the stubborn, gritty woman whose body had enchanted and distracted his soldiers since day one.

She was pretty and knew how to fight, shoot and- hell, she was a military woman. A surprisingly unwary one.

“I don't have all day, Miller. Where the fuck is she?“ he eventually commanded to know, ready to make an end to her exhausting manners.

“I- I don't really know, sir. But I've found her M14 hanging from a tree near the mountains and-"

But Conrad didn't let him finish. The piece of information he got sufficed to get his long legs working, pushing everyone and everything to the side relentlessly.

This woman chewed on his last nerves and spit them out like gum. The experienced Captain was sated, no matter who her father was.

As if he truly cared about those silly ranks. It was him in charge here and him only.

The path she had taken was risky, leafs covering the humid ground and crooked roots hindering you from casual steps.

Damn this gorgeous, stubborn princess Conrad cussed to himself, his veiny hands tightly around the grip of his survival knife. She could easily die in the jungle and he would be damned to send her home to daddy in a coffin.

The Captain in charge should be in charge of all his soldiers what automatically meant to protect them if he wanted to do his job right.

“Miss Jackson?“ he yelled from the top of his lungs as a grain of fear suddenly crept through his pores. Muscles were tensed, biceps bulged as his fingers latched in the rocky crevices in front of him.

“Lieutenant Jackson?“ A second unfruitful try.

To the toxic cocktail of anger, annoyance and hungry testosterone surging through his veins, nervousness was slowly added.

“Louise. Don't fucking play me“

“Or what?“ she chirped from behind, the entertainment of having watched his cold expression turning to worry was clearly audible.

Conrad grunted, letting go of the dirty rock and balling his hands into determined fists. A poor try to release said mixture of emotions.

Especially when the strongest one was the need to dominate her and the spirited nature she held. Conrad had seen it in her eyes whenever he raised his voice or approached her with stern eyes.

There was respect, submission flashing.

One day he would get it all out of her, relishing in the way he knew you'd give in to him.

“Or I will send you the fuck back. Daddy will surely be happy to see his stubborn, spoiled princess“ he spat, still spinning on the spot to find the wickedly grinning woman hanging upside down from a thick tree branch.

“I'm here, James“ she giggled, her voice sweeter than Melipona honey as it rung in the Captain's ear.

A mischievous trickery of mother nature hence the athletic man's temper cooled down for a second, enchanted by her voice and the sexual promise of her presence. His first name from her mouth.

Sugary.

Then, his ocean blue orbs found her petite body swinging on that branch like a mindless child, blonde curly hair hanging down in strands that looked like waves dipped in orange evening rays.

She was gorgeous, innocent almost for a mind so full of charades and thirst for adventures.

“It's Captain Conrad“ he scoffed trying not to loose his poise “Come down!“.

Pouting, she swung down, her breasts jiggling invitingly as two feet hit the muddy ground. “You're no fun, Conrad“ Louise protested, clearly annoyed from the Captain's tireless longing for overall control.

A swift, delicate hand brushed his hip as she dipped down to quickly undo the button that held his knife in place and stole it. The amused smirk never left her slightly tanned face while she feigned disappointment.

“Give that back. Now“ he growled, stepping closer from behind and grabbing her wrist in a vice-like intensity.

Louise was startled for a second, her smile dropping at the anger he bestowed upon her. For the first time physically instead of through mere commands and wordlessly chiding gazes.

A rough jolt on her arm elicited the idea of a whimper, her cheeky nature silenced by the piercing, narrowed eyes. Weapons of unspoken things.

“Don't doe-eye me, Louise. That shit's not gonna work“ Conrad stated roughly, her delicate skin forming goosebumps as the hot breath of her Captain whispered across her cheek.

Birds chirped far away in the dense rainforest, the woman's breath quickening as her mind ran riot. What would he do to punish her?

Trying to turn away she felt his hand departing from her surely bruised wrist, trailing her arm to suddenly snap upwards and fasten around her neck.

“I am fed up. You've overplayed your hand, princess“ he sneered, voice kept in a cage of intimidating, lower octaves that made her know she was finally doomed.

The wit left her like a skittish lamb fleeing from the bad wolf as her body however, relished in the handsome Captain's fierce grip.

Fear. A strange kind of fear spread in Louise's system making her quiver under the man's touch she had never felt on those places of her body before.

Almost choking on air, she tried to speak, more of a caw “Conrad, stop“.

“Just like you stopped when I told you to fucking stay near me? No, commanded you?“

His muscular form pushed her backwards, keeping her upright as she almost stumbled across a stone.

“I ju- just wanted to exp- explore“ she panted, panicking hands groping his, practically begging him to let go of her throat.

Conrad's nerves were on edge, all the worries and fury that had stacked over the last few days drove him feral.

Louise writhing and most of all; finally silenced under his touched was a wonderful salvation.

“You want me to list all the ways you could die here, huh?“ his raspy baritone scoffed, pearls of sweat built on his strained forehead.

Not too surprised at the dampness in her panties, Louise averted her hazel eyes from the harsh contrast that were oceanic blues piercing her panting chest.

“No, but please...“

“Please what?“ he continued walking her back until she hit the soft surface of a mossy trunk. Derisively.

“Please don't tell my dad. I thought you wouldn't dare anyway but-“ the blonde began as the grip around her neck loosened, instead his chest applying a fixating pressure on her smaller frame.

But Conrad interrupted her plea with a dry, hoarse laughter. He was amazed by the fact that she really assumed herself safe just because her dad was ranked way above him.

She was too fresh. Too unexperienced.

“Louise, listen. This expedition is under my lead so you will follow my orders. Understood?“

Her answer vanished in the humid air of Guatemalan jungle as she shuddered from Conrad's knee pressing in between her own. An intimate inch above instead.

Intrusive.

“Your Captain asked you something“ he repeated, this time even more determined and in perfect unison with his erect cock pressing against your crotch.

A threat of dipping in too dark waters wrapped as sexual devastation.

Nothin more than a poor nod was possible, as Louise slowly drowned in the beauty and dominance of the man who was proofing his interest in a very decadent way.

Or was this going to be her punishment?

A very sexual punishment she was both utterly afraid and painfully curious about?

Conrad was a handsome man to her, sweaty muscles proudly presenting their outlines through his criminally tight shirts. And those damn eyes...

Of course, he saw her drooling gaze, bathing in the flashes of adoration and lust.

But the sudden respect she was radiating like a submissive puppy was the venom that forced him to yearningly roll his hips against her small body. The dominance this misbehaving beauty was gifting him numbed all senses.

“James, please“ she begged, unsure of the origin of her choice of words.

What the hell was she even begging for? Release from his intimidating touch or was it more she craved?

“Shit“ he cursed leaning forward to sink his teeth in the exposed apex of her breast.

“I- I mean Captain“ Louise hastily corrected her mistake, suddenly weirdly eager to please this sexual threat of a man. At least the formalities he demanded.

“Look at that“ he breathed against her sweaty skin while the young soldier wriggled underneath his cocky tongue.

“The princess is capable of learning after all“.

The more greedy he got the darker got her premonition.

This was so wrong. Conrad was angry and reckless and she may have been disrespectful but could she really bear his punishment?

Probably not.

A traitorous moan escaped her parted lips, head slamming against the moss as Conrad's teeth ripped her shirt apart, revealing her hardened buds to the tropical air.

“St- stop“ she mewled, raking her arms around his broad, muscular body, the action obviously betraying the veracity of her words.

“Not going to happen, Louise“ another buck of his strong hips shook her body so good “You've had your fun sneaking away and now it's my turn to do how I please“...

a/n: two premieres in this one; first ofc and first that scratches the line of dub/con. Hope I did it justice ;)

tags @gigglingtigger @springdandelixn @toozmanykids @muddyorbs @mochie85 @silverfire475 @vbecker10 @yukio369 @holdmytesseract

#James Conrad fic #Captain Conrad fic #skull island fic #kong skull island #James Conrad x ofc #ofc #Captain Conrad fanfic #James Conrad fanfiction #skull island fanfic #fanfic writing #18+ #light dubcon #smuttish #language

[pretty-little-mind33]

Masterlist & Intro

Welcome! My name is Sky. I'm 19! My guidelines are simple. Minors must NOT interact with anything that has (nsfm) as a warning in this blog. Thank you so much for respecting that boundary :)

This blog is mostly a place where I'll post my works for multiple fandoms depending on what mood I'm in lol or what inspires me!

Here is a list of the character/fandoms I'll most definitely write for (if you would like, please feel free to request something and I'll try and write it)

- Conrad Fisher - The Summer I Turned Pretty

STARLIGHT - You've always felt inadequate compared to Belly, but it's possible you never had a reason to.

DIRTY LITTLE SECRET - When Conrad Fisher catches his secret girlfriend masturbating, he loses his mind. SMUT (nsfm)

- Kaz Brekker - Six Of Crows/Shadow and Bone

WEAKNESS - Kaz Brekker isn't insecure…

- James Potter - Harry Potter/Marauders era

KING OF MY HEART - You and James are friends with benefits until daisies and an incident with one asshole Quidditch player stirs up some hidden (or not-so-hidden) feelings.

MAROON - James usually doesn't like violence but he'll fight anyone who bad-mouths his girlfriend.

LAVENDER HAZE - Having a thing for your best friend's dad was your dirty little secret. Up until it wasn't so secret anymore. SMUT (nsfm)

THIS LOVE - Sometimes your lovely boyfriend can have a hard time with the word 'no'.

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL- You've never had your first kiss — well not until you stupidly kiss the boy you've had a crush on since forever, the same boy who happens to be your best friend.

FOOLISH ONE - James was and would never be yours.

TIMELESS - James wants to take you out to one of his families' fancy parties. However, he underestimates how cruel people can be when someone is different.

*** related: muggle!reader ***

ENCHANTED pt.1 - Three weeks after his devastating break up with Lily, James wanted Remus and Sirius to bring him to a muggle bar in central London.

SWEETER THAN FICTION pt.2 - After months of dating, James finally tells you he's a wizard.

***

YOU ARE IN LOVE - You never realized how much of an idiot your brother's best friend is until he becomes jealous.

GLITCH - You never intended to admit you would fuck James Potter. You hate him. Well, turns out you hate him a little less when he's touching you in ways you'd only dreamed of. SMUT (nsfm)

WILDEST DREAMS - Finding out that your ex-best friend might have smelt you in the Amortentia feels as surreal as you smelling him.

INVISIBLE STRING - When you're having cramps, your boyfriend doesn't even think of shying away from helping you in anyway he can.

STAY BEAUTIFUL- When you overhear some of James's friends comment on your weight, James comforts you.

SANTA BABY - James wants to make his family's Christmas special.

SNOW ON THE BEACH - When your eleven-year-old son comes home for Christmas break in tears, you and James are instantly worried.

NEW ROMANTICS - When your "friends" play a dangerously stupid prank on you, James is the last person you'd think would help you.

COLD AS YOU - You want your boyfriend's attention again.

I THINK HE KNOWS - Your boyfriend promises to watch over you when you want to get drunk. SMUT (nsfm)

BEGIN AGAIN - James has been persuing you for years and you've never said yes, until now?

END GAME - Playing Quidditch against your secret boyfriend is usually fun…

GOLD RUSH - You're a stupid drunk and James Potter is very very bad at dealing with his romantic feelings.

DAYLIGHT - When your boyfriend finds out he didn't make you come, his anger quickly turns into lust. SMUT (nsfm)

THE ALCOTT - You love James but he loves Lily. It's simple… until it isn't so simple anymore.

• Sirius Black

• Remus Lupin

• Poly!Marauders

- Tangerine - Bullet Train

| Tan blurb - seeing him gradually lose clothing items on the train

MASTERMIND - Since the mission in Tokyo, you wanted Tangerine out of your life as soon as possible. Instead, he stormed back in to save you from yourself.

DRESS - Your best friends promised never to tell you about their dangerous job. However, all goes to shit when you find out another way.

NO BODY, NO CRIME - You meet a sexy, dangerous, stranger on a train. And he somehow ends up kidnapping you?

HITS DIFFERENT - You and Tangerine discover you love sucking on his fingers. SMUT (nsfm)

CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT - After accidentally killing your kidnappers, the twins—especially Tangerine—seem determined to keep you away from harm.

DON'T BLAME ME - You've been the Twins' handler for years now, and when Tangerine blows up at you one evening after a mission, he apologizes in an unconventional way. SMUT (nsfm)

LABYRINTH- When you go to steal a silver case from the Twins, they quickly realize you're under duress.

- Alexei Vronsky - Anna Karenina

MY SUNSHINE - When Alexei brought you a kitten, he didn't think you would spend your entire time with her.

- Sergei Kravinoff - Kraven The Hunter

YOU ALL OVER ME - You meet a dangerous stranger in the woods. SMUT (nsfm)

#the summer i turned pretty #shadow and bone #marauders fic #marauders #peter parker #james potter #conrad fisher #harry potter #six of crows #kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #james potter x reader #conrad fisher x reader #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader #bullet train fanfic #bullet train #aaron taylor johnson #james potter fanfic #james potter fanfiction #james potter fluff #james potter x you #marauders imagine #james potter imagine #james potter imagines #james potter fic #count alexei vronsky x reader #anna karenina 2012 #kraven the hunter #kraven the hunter x reader

[asgards-princess-of-mischief]

Last Updated: 2024-04-05

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite James Conrad stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ Combat Lessons￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "Imagine [your father, hiring] Captain James Conrad,… to train you [in combat]."

✑ Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "Imagine you and James Conrad [constantly arguing] until you [getting] stranded on an uncharted island where you have to rely on each other to survive. Suddenly, grudges are forgotten, romantic things are said, and you realize you [might not] hate each other after all..."

✑ Bind Me by lady-rose-moon • 18+ • 〔E᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When you see that your husband is troubled by his time on Skull Island, you suggest doing something entertaining."

✑ Caught in a Love Web by screw-real-life-i-pick-fandoms • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: After rescuing you from one of Skull Islands' giant spiders, James finally finds the courage to tell you everything he wanted to say months ago.

✑ Dancing in the Rain by sserpente • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "Imagine, [while] stranded on [Skull] Island, convincing Captain James Conrad to dance [with you] in the rain...."

✑ Dangerous Paradise by holdmytesseract • 14+ • 〔E᜶M〕 •

Summary: "As a journalist, you join a expedition to a mysterious island called 'Skull Island' - which turns out to be a literal death trap. But with all the danger you are facing, there is at least one good thing... The incredibly hot tracker of the team, Captain James Conrad..."

✑ Don't Touch That by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "As a botanist for MONARCH, you can spy potentially deadly vegetation a mile away. Unfortunately, James Conrad cannot, and the thinly veiled sexual tension between… you is about to explode."

✑ I've Got You by lov3nerdstuff • 16+ • 〔E᜶C〕 •

Summary: "Imagine being on Skull Island... and Conrad shines a flashlight out into the darkness, only [to see] several pairs of eyes to [staring] back... The second you try to bolt… he [pulls] you against his firm chest, and [whispers in your ear not to move a muscle]."

✑ Keep Me Safe by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔E᜶C〕 •

Summary: "You run into a tent for safety after being chased by a massive insect-like creature while collecting flora samples from Skull Island. The tent belongs to James Conrad."

✑ Let's Stay Together by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "MONARCH has finally allowed James to return home to London after the fiasco on Skull Island. He finds you at home and remembers what he had been missing [while] he [was] gone."

✑ Lost and Found by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: After disappearing on a mission over five years ago, James is more than a little surprised to find you, his wife, alive and living with the locals on Skull Island.

✑ Nauseous by simplyrochellemari • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "You and James have [a] history [of] working together on cases, and your constant banter quickly takes a turn when you both get placed on the same assignment to Skull Island, and both of your lives are threatened."

✑ Not a Fever by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "You're quarantined in the laboratory with James Conrad as you try to determine what the effects of the pollen he was exposed to are."

✑ Rest by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Conrad knows exactly what buttons to push to get you to come to bed."

✑ Uncharted Teritory by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "Imagine [being on an expedition] with James Conrad. [When] he finds you bathing under a waterfall, he [plans] on chiding you for leaving the camp alone, [however] when he [sees you're] naked [it gets] harder and harder [for him] to focus."

✑ Unexpected, But Loved All the Same by merakiaes • 〔M᜶F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "James comes home from Skull Island and is greeted with a surprise he was not expecting."

✑ Use Me by ladycamillewrites • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: You help your husband let off some steam...

✑ Wildest Dreams by cleo-fox • 18+ • 〔M᜶E〕 •

Summary: It's nearing ten o'clock at night and James Conrad is standing on your doorstep.

✑ You Deserve Better￨Prt. II by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔F᜶C〕 •

Summary: When all the plans you'd made for today go down the drain, the last person you expected shows up at your door to try turning the night around.

✑ Abs by tomhiddleston-is-mischief • 〔F〕 •

✑ Admiration￨Prt. II by jewels2876 •

✑ Adventure by goddessofmischief • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Be Careful Now by justauthoring • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Best Hiders, the by jewels2876 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Brilliance of a Blanket Fort by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Dear Daddy… by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Every One of Your Scars by lady-rose-moon • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Family Camping Trip by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Indescribable by justauthoring • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ It's Okay to Be Afraid by justauthoring • 〔F᜶C〕 •

✑ Just Like That￨Prt. II by jewels2876 • 〔F〕 •

✑ Just Passing Through by goddessofmischief • 〔F〕 •

✑ Just this Once by sserpente • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

✑ Motivation by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ No Lizards in the House! by ladyfluff • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ No More by justauthoring • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Operation Sheets by hopelessromanticspoonie • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Promise Me by ladyfluff • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Promises by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Rain by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Smiling Down at You by justauthoring • 〔A〕 •

✑ Waiting by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Dates w/ James Conrad… by tomhiddleston-is-mischief • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ James Conrad as a Father… by thepilotanon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Having James Conrad as a Significant Others…￨Prt. II • by thepilotanon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

See Also: Navigation || James Conrad Master Index

Authors: @cleo-fox || @goddessofmischief || @holdmytesseract || @hopelessromanticspoonie || @jewels2876 || @justauthoring || @just-the-hiddles || @lady-rose-moon || @ladycamillewrites || @ladyfluff || @lov3nerdstuff || @merakiaes || @muddyorbsblr || @screw-real-life-i-pick-fandoms || @simplyrochellemari || @sserpente || @thepilotanon || @tomhiddleston-is-mischief ||

#James Conrad x Reader #James Conrad x Y/N #James Conrad X You #Tom Hiddleston x Reader #Tom Hiddleston x Y/N #Tom Hiddleston x You #Kong: Skull Island Fanfiction #Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction #Tom Hiddleston Fanfic

[rafeslittleangel]

Request rules!

Requests are always open, send one in!!!

What I write: I write drabbles, oneshots, if I have a really good idea I'll continue it (4 or more parts) as a small fic. I am open to writing SMAUs if you want.

You CAN always request to a next part to a drabble or one-shot I've posted, I'll be honoured honestly!

Characters I write:

Rafe Cameron from Outer Banks.

JJ Maybank from Outer Banks

John B from Outer Banks

Sarah Cameron from Outer Banks.

Luke Castellan from Pjo books/show (I will use show!Luke as faceclaim.)

Bucky Barnes from MCU

Natasha Romanoff from MCU

Steve Rogers from MCU (Not as often as Natasha or Bucky)

Conrad Fisher from The summer I turned pretty

Mattheo Riddle from Harry Potter

Theo Nott from Harry Potter

Enzo Berkshire from Harry Potter

James Potter from Harry Potter (Marauders)

Sirius Black from Harry Potter (Marauders)

Pansy Parkinson from Harry Potter

Ideas/kinks I'll write: Degredation kink, praise kink, piss kink, overstimulation, edging, cockwarming, dom sub roles, toxic characters, dumbification, loser character, virgin character, knife play, gun play, dark content, wax play, bdsm, dacryphila, somnophila.

Ideas/kinks I won't write: Incest, SA of any kind, mental disorders, sensitive content like very very violent assault against s/o.

Note:

I only right for female!reader.

There are no race exclusive features that will be used.

Find a kink, idea or character not mentioned here? Ask me and find out if I write it!

Please be respectful in my inbox.

Favorites are in bold.

#rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron #sarah cameron smut #obx fanfiction #outer banks #luke castellan #luke castellan smut #pjo tv show #pjo smau #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle smut #theo nott smut #theo nott x reader #enzo berkshire #marvel mcu #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff smut #bucky barnes smut #conrad fisher #conrad fisher smut #james potter #sirius black #pansy parkinson #slytherin boys x reader smut #slytherin boys #Rose <3 speaks

[lulubelle814]

Regards, Loki

Louisa has a hard time making ends meet until one night, her best friend convinces her to sign up on a sugar daddy website, but she only agrees to sign up for correspondence, not sex. Cora only made her promise to keep it up for a week, and she didn’t want to let her best friend down. Once the week was over, Louisa would delete her profile. It's just when she's going to delete her profile at the end of the week that she receives an interesting message.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18 - Chapter 19 - Chapter 20 - Chapter 21 - Chapter 22 - Chapter 23 - Chapter 24 - Chapter 25 - Chapter 26 - Chapter 27 - Chapter 28 - Chapter 29 - Chapter 30 - Chapter 31 - Chapter 32 - Chapter 33 - Chapter 34 - Chapter 35 - Chapter 36 - Chapter 37 - Chapter 38 - Epilogue

#tom hiddleston #twh #tomhiddleston #twhiddleston #damn hiddleston #hiddlestoners #thomas william hiddleston #hiddleston #hiddles #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddelston imagine #tom hiddelston x reader #tom hiddelson #tom hiddleston x original female character #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x ofc #tom hiddleston x you #james conrad #james conrad AU #james conrad x original female character #james conrad x reader #james conrad x ofc #james conrad x you #regards loki #lulubelle814 #james conrad fanfiction #loki #loki laufeyson

[holdmytesseract]

Lil' Announcement...

It's nothing bad, I swear. Rather good. 😁

I have been struggling a bit with my writing - like you know. Now, I'd say I have it under control again. The smol writing department in my brain isn't misbehaving anymore - which makes me honestly very happy. I've been writing A LOT of Baby Fever fics lately and I decided that I need a break from it. Don't get me wrong. I love this AU with all my heart, but we need some distance, in order to work perfectly together again. Therefore, I'm postponing the wedding (again, as well as the requests in my askbox) and write some other stuff. I need a ✨change of scenery✨. I hope this helps, 'cause I want the wedding to be perfect.

To cut a long story short, I decided to open up requests again. 🥳 Not that long, though, 'cause I've still got a few left and if I have too much I feel under pressure quite fast. 🙈 Plus, I don't want y'all needing to wait so long. So, I thought about a 'new concept' for doing this...

Rules:

I will only leave them open for a few hours (12 max. Depends on how many requests I get... I think I won't take more than 15 😬)

Everything that gets send in after I close them again will be deleted. I know this sounds hard and I'm really sorry for that, but I need to draw a line. Every time I opened requests and got 10 (for expample), I ended up with 15 - long after I closed them again. I've always been so kind to still accept and write them, but this puts me off my stride. I don't close them without a reason. Closed means closed. I hope you all can understand that.

No nonnies anymore. I love nonny requests - don't get me wrong. But I had a lot of moments in the past, where I wished to talk to the person who sent me the request and I couldn't. If you don't want me to publish your blog name, no problem. Just tell me and I'll keep you anonymous.

There are things I'm not comfortable with to write. Please respect that and take a look at my Request Rules for that.

I can't promise you that I'll write your request. This is something that happens VERY rarely. Sometimes there's simply no inspiration for a certain request and it's neither cool for me to pressure me into writing it, nor for you who gets a shitty story to read in return. I hope you can understand that as well. Happens really not that often, though.

Please be patient. I'm not always the fastest writer.

Characters I'm going to write for:

Loki (No requests for the Baby Fever AU please.)

Tom Hiddleston

Will Ransome

Jonathan Pine

James Conrad

I wouldn't say no to a Magnus Martinsson request either... 👀

Well... I think that's it... 🥳

Let's get started! 🔥

Peeps, who might be interested in knowing this... @fictive-sl0th @muddyorbsblr @lokisgoodgirl @eleniblue @aagn360 @mochie85 @multifandom-worlds @lokiforever @anukulee @chennqingg @loz-3 @jennyggggrrr @lady-rose-moon @lou12346789 @evelyn-kingsley @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @smolvenger 🧡 Absolute NO pressure, though. Just thought you might be interested. ☺️

#opening requests #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x female reader #loki x you #tom hiddleston x reader #loki #loki fanfiction #loki x y/n #loki fluff #loki laufeyson x reader #tom hiddleston au #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x y/n #jonathan pine #jonathan pine x reader #jonathan pine x you #the night manager #james conrad x reader #james conrad #captain james conrad #james conrad x you #kong: skull island #will ransome x reader #will ransome x you #will ransome #the essex serpent #magnus martinsson x reader #magnus martinsson #wallander fanfiction

[lokidokieokie]

My Recommendations

Last Updated: 10th September, 2022 

Key: Smut/Implied Smut = 🔥 | Personal Favourite = 💚 | Angst = 😧 | 🤏 = little bit

Loki Laufeyson

Trip [oneshot] by @wheredafandomat 💚

Newsflash [series] by @spilledkauffie

Loki-Sitter [oneshot] by @mostly-marvel-musings 💚

Dr. Laufeyson [series] by @wheredafandomat 💚🔥

God of Embarrassment [oneshot] by @lokiprompts 💚

Catch Fire, Burn the Stars [oneshot] by @grufflepuff-writes-stuff 🔥 

Second Date Update [oneshot] by @lokiprompts

Worrywart [oneshot] by @lokiprompts

A Dutiful Disaster [series] by @cake-writes 🔥😧

Mad At Me [oneshot] by @wint3r-h3art 🔥

You’re My Light [oneshot] by @frostironfudge 

Caught In The Act [oneshot] by @lokisninerealms 🔥

Marriage With A Spin [oneshot] by @high-functioning-lokipath 

T as in Toxic [oneshot] by @emeraldiis 🔥😧

“Just Another Baby Story” [oneshot] by @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 💚

You’re The Boss [series] by @wheredafandomat  🔥

The Decision [oneshot] by @lokiprompts21 

Desire’s Last Defence [oneshot] by @give-me-a-moose 🔥

Pranking The Odinsons [oneshot] by @lokisgoodgirl 🔥

Deliriously Happy [oneshot] by @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 🔥

Two Slow Dancers [series] by @wheredafandomat 🔥💚

One of Stark’s Infamous Parties [series] by @wheredafandomat 🔥

Traces of Oil Paint [oneshot] by @lilagoon 🔥💚

Heatstroke [oneshot] by @mochie85 🔥

Loki and That Damn Cat [series] | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | by @xorpsbane 💚

Snakes & Liars [series] by @oh-hiddlesticks 🔥💚

On the Throne [oneshot] by @sarahscribbles 🔥

All I Wanted [oneshot] by @andsheloved 😧

Second Chances [series] by @immersed-in-mischief 🔥💚

Sims [oneshot] by @ladylovesloki 💚

Saints into the Sea [series] | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | by @xorpsbane​ 💚😧🔥

Tom Hiddleston

Sticky Notes [oneshot] by @handsomelyhiddleston 💚

The Cabin [series] by @handsomelyhiddleston 🔥

RED [series] by @youlightmeupfinn 🔥

PINK [series] by @youlightmeupfinn 🔥💚

Little White Lies [series] by @youlightmeupfinn 🔥

Look Left! [oneshot] by @sabine-leo 💚

Duckling [oneshot] by @harrietbarnesblog

Benedict Cupidbatch [oneshot] by @youlightmeupfinn 💚

Distracting [oneshot] by @creme-bruhlee 

Sweet Surprises [oneshot] by @holdmytesseract 😧🤏

Finding Forever [oneshot] by @high-functioning-lokipath 

Little Matchmaker [oneshot] by @holdmytesseract 💚

Something Good [series] by @immersed-in-mischief 🔥💚😧

James Conrad

​I’ve Got You [oneshot] by @lov3nerdstuff

The Half He Didn’t Know He Needed [oneshot] by @lokis-savior-17

Benedict Cumberbatch

A Hard Lesson [series] by @writingliv 🔥💚

The Feature [series] by @daydreamtofiction​ 🔥💚

Hold On, We’re Going Home [oneshot] by @annesthaeticc 🔥

Contract Wife [series] by @theconsultingdetectiveswife 😧

Dr. Stephen Strange

The Love Hypothesis [series] by @mischiefmanaged71 

Annoying [oneshot] by @spookyspecterino 

Drunk Confessions [oneshot] by @cleababes

Dear Warbler [oneshot] by @cleababes 💚😧🤏

Your Usual [oneshot] by @westviewism 

In the Middle of the Night [oneshot] by @newtsniffles 

Baby Names [oneshot] by @heartmix 💚

All Mine [oneshot] by @wint3r-h3art 🔥😧🤏

Fake Marriage, Real Feelings [oneshot] by @erule 💚

Two of You [oneshot] by @lykaonimagines 😧🤏

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𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨)

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

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.

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Summary: When all the plans you'd made for today go down the drain, the last person you expected shows up at your door to try turning the night around

Pairing: James Conrad x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: angst; language; craptastic friends [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: simp Conrad, that is all 🫠

"Fucking dammit!"

You gripped your phone tightly in your hand, resisting the urge to chuck it into the sea right where the ship's rotor blade was located. Tears burned behind your eyes as every message you'd missed in the last week while you were on this research trip with Monarch trickled in at a steady pace now that you and the rest of the crew had signal again.

Where your fellow scientists were calling up loved ones on FaceTime with bright smiles on their faces and assurances that they were on their way back home, you had an influx of messages from your friends telling you that no, they wouldn't be making your birthday dinner tonight after all.

"Doctor Y/L/N?"

Oh fuck not him, doesn't he have a pool bar to get to so he can snap his fingers and get tonight's lay? you snidely thought to yourself, steeling your stance at the sound of former Captain James Conrad's voice. Taking a deep breath, you turned to face him. "What's up, Conrad? Looking to split an Uber and Brooks doesn't wanna--"

"Are you alright?"

His question felt like a shock to your system, making you blink your eyes repeatedly as if you were trying to get your bearings back. "Of course," you lied through your teeth. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well…" he trailed off, motioning toward your hand. "You're gripping your mobile so hard your knuckles are turning white, for one."

You glanced at your hand, sighing when you saw your skin stretched taut over bone and trying to relax your grip somewhat. "Fine," you gritted out. "If you really wanna know, it's my birthday today. I had plans to spend tonight with my friends once I'd unpacked and washed that goddamned island off of my skin. But some people in that group can't seem to let petty high school shit go, and today when we finally got signal again I got a metric fuckton of messages from one of said friends calling me either a bad friend or a dumbass for extending an invitation to my friends because it's inconvenient for her, which then led to a domino effect of if she's not going then I'm not going and now…" you trailed off, chuckling sardonically to yourself. "Now no one's going."

Something akin to pity crossed the tracker's eyes, making you look away. The last thing you needed right now was the most jaw-droppingly unfairly handsome man on the face of God's green earth to look at you like a sad wet little puppy left out on the side of the road.

"Anyways I'm off," you said a little too chipper it even made you cringe a little inside. "Got a date with a pizza box, fridge full of wine, and my Netflix account. 'Till the next one, Conrad."

Before he could say anything else, you were already walking to your Uber that just pulled up, finally letting yourself let go of all the hot air you were running on and quite aptly feeling deflated. When you were finally far enough from the port that Conrad wasn't even a speck in your line of sight, you felt the tears start to roll down your cheeks.

You felt exponentially worse when you got home, most of the food that you'd placed an order for before you left on the trip to be delivered today already waiting on your porch.

"Fucking dammit," you repeated, albeit this time with a whimper rather than a roar. You propped your door open and started bringing the food in, deciding to set aside a couple of days worth of meals for yourself and then giving the rest to a nearby food bank so that it would at least do some good.

It took a few hours but you were finally perched on your couch, wearing a comfy pajama short set, Kate & Leopold playing on your TV, and tucking straight into a tub of mudslide ice cream just letting the night pass. This definitely wasn't how you pictured spending your 30th birthday, but you strived to remember that there could have been worse ways to spend tonight.

You could've been mediating between spatting friends because they couldn't manage to keep civil for one night, or you could've been on the receiving end of Deena's tirade about "how duplicitous you were to drag her into a gathering with Shana". The island would've been a better alternative than dealing with that all night.

About 30 minutes into the movie you heard a knock on your door, causing you jump in your seat. "I didn't order anything!" you hollered toward your front door, wincing at the pins and needles starting to prickle at your feet and lower legs from the motion.

Whoever was outside knocked again, this time a bit more persistent with the sound booming across the living room. Your visitor, whoever it may be, wasn't here by mistake, and they weren't about to be waved off with a simple 'go away I'm pissy'.

"I told you, buddy, I didn't order any--" Your words stopped short on the tip of your tongue as you saw nothing but broad shoulders clad in a familiar tight and worn blue t-shirt stretched tight over well-defined pectorals, only this time with an off-the-rack casual blazer draped over it. Your eyes slowly traveled upward to meet the oceanic blue eyes that quite frankly you constantly tried and failed not to dream about whenever you drifted off to sleep at night. "Conrad…" you said his name slowly, as if every part of your brain was fighting against accepting the reality that he was here now, looking like the human embodiment of Lust on ridiculously long legs. "What're you doing here?"

There were quite a few thoughts that crossed your mind in the last few hours, scenarios that you'd conjured up on how the rest of the night would go, each of them dwindling in their respective probability as the hours ticked on. Former SAS Tracker James Conrad being at your door, however, was definitively not among those scenarios.

"Erm…I thought I would come over to check on you. You were visibly…understandably…upset when we parted ways at the pier," he answered, shifting his weight to one leg as if trying to make it all sound so casual. He looked over at how you were dressed, from the haphazard ponytail down to the fuzzy monster slippers covering your feet, and resumed his stance that you'd grown accustomed to with the squared shoulders and the ramrod straight back as if he was back on training grounds. "Get dressed, Y/L/N."

You jerked your head backwards, surprise and confusion flooding your system at the soft spoken order. "Why?"

"I'm taking you out for dinner," he stated plainly. "I know you had plans for tonight and they didn't pan out the way you intended. No one should such an important day alone unless they really want to."

"Conrad, please. I'm fine, everything's fine. You don't have to check in on me or take me out to dinner or keep me company out of--I don't even know, pity? You have your own thing and I don't wanna keep you from it or the hordes of women who would probably abandon all common human decency and trample over each other to get that blazer off of you." You finished your little lament with a wave toward the garment, already stepping back like you were about to send him off to better and more interesting company.

When he sensed what you were about to do, he reached out, putting your hand in a delicate hold. "The night has barely begun, and you're in pajamas, eating ice cream, and one of your comfort movies is playing on the screen." He motioned his head towards your TV, where Hugh Jackman and Meg Ryan were currently paused mid-waltz on a New York rooftop. He brought his hand up to cup your face, swiping his thumb over the corner of your mouth before softly saying, "This isn't fine. And I know that I'm not the company you expected or perhaps even prefer. I just--I wanted to come here tonight and just let you know…that I'm here. So…you could join me for dinner or alternatively I could join you here and you can talk my ear off with your movie commentary. The point is that you won't be spending your birthday alone."

His words left you stunned to near silence. "I uhm--I'll go get dressed then." You stepped back from his hold, an irrational part of you already missing his touch, awkwardly waving toward the sitting area. "I'll be out in a few minutes."

Once you'd started to make your way up the stairs, Conrad made his way to the living area of your house, a smile making its way to his face as he looked at the framed pictures you had on your shelves, your dimpled toothy grin on full display. "Oh, Y/N," he breathed your name almost reverently in the silence. "How the hell am I going to move on from you now?"

Earlier today when you'd all disembarked off the ship, he had plans to wash up and head off to a bar to look for someone to keep him company for the night, perhaps until Monday when you were all expected to return to Monarch for briefing on your next mission. All he wanted was to find someone who held even the faintest resemblance to you and lose himself in the chimera that you were the one he was with, that he held you in his arms as he woke up that next morning, and with that indulgence to tide him over for some time, perhaps he could maintain the professional, nearly friendly, relationship that he had with you without running the risk of putting that in jeopardy all because he couldn't keep his affections in check.

Those plans all went down the drain when he saw how you were fighting back tears explaining how your plans for tonight had gone off the rails. When his choices for how to spend the night were spending a few empty hours with someone he would meticulously compare to you or making sure that your birthday wasn't going to be spent alone and licking wounds that should never have been dealt to you in the first place, there was no choice to make.

Tonight's objective was simply to wipe the frown away from your perfectly enchanting face, perhaps even get you to smile. And maybe somewhere along the way finally get you to see him as someone more than just your colleague. Someone that cared. A friend, if he was really going to push it.

And maybe if he was going to entertain the moon shot that played in his most self-indulgent daydreams…a lover.

The sound of you clearing your throat brought him out of his thoughts, the sight of you in your simple pale blue dress with a slight teasing cutout by your waist stealing every bit of his breath away. "Too much?" you asked him, your tone shaky.

"Not at all," he croaked out, clearing his throat before speaking again. "You uhm…you look--You're beautiful." The tiniest smile played at your lips as you motioned for him to follow you to the door. "You always are," he murmured under his breath.

"What was that?" you called out absentmindedly, still steadily making your way to the front door.

"N-Nothing," he stammered. "I was just…admiring your home. It's lovely."

"It's too damn big is what it is," you scoffed as he passed you at the threshold before locking the door. "That's what I get for being perpetually alone, I guess. Just my luck that every guy I ever even tried to date fully expects me to hang up my coat and give up my research so I can play housewife." Your eyes misted over again as the next words came out. "Not a single soul on God's green earth that could deal with that." You turned the key with a little more force than necessary, the lock clicking into place with a resounding knock.

When the two of you made your way to his car, he opened the door for you, your disbelief at the gesture evident in your eyes. And when he was sure that you wouldn't be able to hear him through the car's closed door, he whispered to himself, "I could deal with that. If it meant that you were mine, I could deal with anything."

A/N: Happy happy birthday @liminalpebble!! I hope this puts a smile on your face today and that you have a spectacular year ahead of you, bestie 🥹🥹 Many many hugs from me and Grassy the Mango (even though the bub hasn't arrived yet but it will…today. I think…)

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・ Conrad x ofc 3

‣ warnings: 18+ dark themes, smutty, dub/con, past trauma, mentions of domestic abuse, dom/sub, language

Conrad and Louise are interrupted at the cascades and protocol Viper is executed. Dirty secrets get revealed on both sides and someone leaves...

“Captain? Captain?“ a deep yell weaved past the many trees, slapping against the splashing cascades. Wilson’s agitated voice harshly interrupted whatever moment Louise and the Captain were having.

Conrad was quick to turn around, his broad muscled shoulders pushing Louise, making her feet slip on the wet ground.

“He’s coming. Go. Hide” he hissed, not caring about the gravelly pitch he was no longer keeping at bay for her. As if a strong switch within his mind was flipped.

But Louise was unsure if it happened due to her in retrospect quite tactless question or Wilson’s arrival. Her limbs hurt, vocal cords grunted when she stood up to follow the direction of Conrad’s signaling nod to the left.

Would Wilson really dare to come near with Conrad’s clothes scattered on the path?

Actually, she didn’t care.

“Captain? I have news” his sober as always voice crept through the soaking lianas covering the young lieutenant’s body in green.

“Did they find him?” Conrad immediately shot back, his tone rather a threat than an actual question.

Why was he in such a hurry to finish things off here, Louise wondered, rubbing her ankle that was luckily cooled by the cold, clear water. She hasn’t been on such outback missions before however, still knew that an infection or massive swelling had major consequences.

“Miller and Joán spotted him. We need you to execute protocol viper, Captain“.

Louise's nails dug deeper in her muscular calves, brain immediately flipping the pages of the missions protocols. 'Viper' was the final thrill, the main course of this mission and the big crescendo.

All in one.

“I will be right back. Ready the men, Miller looks fucked up already” he snarled through suddenly pesky splashing water.

His cocky mouth commanding with such a military coldness was painfully familiar to Louise, something she grew up with but there was one major divergence. One that kept her in place, knee-deep in the dirtier water

Conrad’s muscular frame rotated again, the semi erect cock sitting proudly enthroned between his thick thighs.

Louise shuddered the second her sore throat reminded her of how close he had been only a minute ago. How she found herself victim to a twisted consciousness.

Why the hell did she suck him… just like that?

Louise didn’t know and the fresh memories chewed on her grandeur. It would never happen again, the young woman spoke to herself like reciting a masochist mantra.

A ridiculous second later, her eyes were once again drawn to the defined ridges that formed his Adonis belt. Rare was a man with such beautiful physique and Louise had a curious nature to herself.

“Jackson, come out“ his moderated baritone weaved past the green before her soaked legs carried her out of the makeshift lair.

The young woman suddenly shuddered under his oceanic stare, her delicate arms slowly rising to cover her breasts. Very much to the irritation of her Captain who wasn't new to her anatomy anymore.

“Are you cold?“ she stopped, froze on the spot at the grain of affection in his military tone. Could he truly care about her after using the twisted areas of her mind that were utterly poisoned by the handsome man?

“Are you?“ she snapped, unsure how to react to such unexpected tenderness.

Louise's hazel gaze nervously switched between Conrad and the unique nature surrounding them. Until, however, she was glued to his manhood again, completely fazed by the happenings of the last quarter hour.

Her small nose scrunched for a second as her mind mulled over how she had even been capable of taking him in. Conrad was huge, wide and most of all relentless.

“No need to be a bitch. Get dressed and the fuck back to the camp“.

Nope, she thought, this man was indeed a mysterious kaleidoscope with crimson dominating his play.

What a pitty that red was her favorite color...

Louise wanted to protest when Conrad had told her to stay. But deep down the woman knew she would have most likely been a massive obstacle to the smooth flow of the mission.

Nevertheless, biding her time at the quite boring campsite with no one she liked around was a living hell. Taking a bottle of some red juice in one of the supply crests, she suddenly heard two male voices.

How convenient that the few idiots keeping watch had some tea to spill. The exact flavor Louise needed more of, needed to dive into and

Nearing them discreetly under the pretense of taking some photos of the breathtaking nature, Louise's ears were sharpened and ready to learn more.

“He's so fucking tense lately“ Wilson noted shaking his curly head.

“God, ya right. His bitch wasn't even ugly, bet a good lay“.

The young woman's brows furrowed in disgust, the wish to just leave growing steadily. 'Maybe there's something useful hiding in their dull minds' she thought forcing her skittish legs to hold position.

“You're talking about the Captain's wife, man. Guard your tongue or he'll cut it out“.

The other soldier chuckled amusedly, the hue of knowing something Wilson didn't sprawling in his husky voice.

“I heard them talking on the phone this morning, man“

Louise instantly stiffened, her subtle strides and squats to feign actual photographing lost their naturalness. They were still talking?

Of course they were.

“...she tabled that abuse thing again. “

The what?

Conrad was a domestic abuser?

Louise began to shake, feeling like a high rise had dropped down on her as the world began to spin. She was attracted to a man who hit a woman... she gave him head.

The young woman felt unwell, suddenly feeling her pulse point weaken. A last feeble “shit“ made it past her dry lips when she realized it was not the fucked up information that made her faint.

“Jackson?! Louise, wha-“ was the last noise she took in before hitting the ground, soft and comfortable unlike the syncope she tumbled in.

Rubbing her throat nervously, Louise's hazel eyes were still glassy as she looked around.

A soft breeze entered Conrad's tent brushing her wet skin like a good morning kiss in the afternoon. The last orange rays of sunshine resembled the few ginger strands in her hair as she got up, realizing it wasn't her own bed she had slept in.

Damning herself for drinking something unlabeled; a stupidity that could've brought her six feet under, Louise wanted nothing more than to leave.

Leave the tent of a sinister abuser she would probably allow to touch every inch of her body. Clenching her jaw the pictures of his tongue swirling around her nipples or his hand on her ass proofed she had already given him some kind of permission.

But the suave ways he began to occasionally unfold in her presence and as she saw now also his tent spoke a different volume.

Everything was neatly organized, even a few flowers lingered in a makeshift vase and a few personal things were spilled on a small table.

Not quite was you would expect from a mindless monster.

Nonetheless, her narrowed eyes couldn't help but continue scanning his stuff for something. Anything. Louise was unsure what she was really hoping to find as the woman snooped in her Captain's private tent.

'Come on. Give me anything' she muttered to herself, freezing on the spot as dull footsteps rushed past on the right.

And then she found it; a vintage compass with obviously labelled needles.

A beautiful piece she thought, her mind slipping off to her usual job and the contrasting high tech navigation systems she was trained to blindly read.

Curious hands picked it up, flipping and twisting the damp metal until the needles held still, letters on full display for her hazel gaze to inspect.

<; Ava Conrad > the one needle read. His wife's name.

The young woman felt helpless, unsure if it was pity what she should feel for Ava whereas the twisted part of her mind was...jealous?

Shaking her head violently, Louise tried to ban this unreasonable emotion. Jealousy was natural but surely not in this case.

Hell, she would never want a husband who carried on the legacy of her family...

< Forever yours > the second needle read before the man's voice she was currently hoping to hear least of all thundered outside.

Suddenly panting like crazy Louise scurried back on the bed, acting as innocent as possible with eyes still veiled by fresh fear.

“How are you, Jackson?“ Conrad asked as demurely as always before he snapped in either good or bad.

The woman struggled with looking at him while his analyzing gaze was eating her up, lurking for any reaction to interpret.

“Go- Good, I guess“ she stammered, finally hoisting her eyes, a darker shade of brown than usual.

The Captain wore this fever dream of a tight blue shirt, pushed up by his defined biceps when he crossed arms so weirdly accusing.

“In your file was nothing about an allergy to blackberries though“ he mused with this hoarse tone; a testament to the straining hours of executing protocol Viper.

Louise inhaled sharply, her knuckles turning white from the tension. And from holding his compass she had been unable to put back in time.

She stayed silent causing the predator of a man to circle her in a caging half moon of long strides.

“Open“

“What?“

“I said open“ he snapped, reaching out for her right arm when she flinched heavily, almost falling off the hard bed.

Conrad's gaze was suddenly painted by irritation, his steel blues menacingly narrowed and jaw clenched tightly.

“What did you do to Ava?“ Louise whispered to keep his privacy.

Why was beyond her knowledge. Men like him deserved nothing more than to be scolded and punished, not another woman to protect him.

His Adam's bobbed in disappointment as the Captain took a step back, the beautiful tan on his sharp cheeks giving way to a strange ivory.

The exhale took long, weighed heavy in the tense silence full of unasked questions and unspoken accusations.

Little did Louise know the half-heartedly discovered secrets were mutual.

“You have five seconds to hand back the fucking compass, Jackson“ Conrad rasped, looking up from the floor to pierce her deranged expression.

Biting her lip until it tore, Louise skittishly threw him the object of unsolved desire.

Only for the tall blonde to not catch it.

“I spoke to your father after they told me you had collapsed“ he began, nearing the shaking woman once again without a grain of resistance.

Now it was the young soldier whose face lost all kind of control and color. But not because he was close. Never because he neared.

“I- you what?“

“Mais non. C'est pas possible, he said“ Conrad's words felt like napalm contrasting with the sheer beauty of his voice delivering accent free French.

She was fucked and she knew it, averting her gaze from the man's strong pecks now practically colliding with her delicate cheek.

A veiny hand pumping intrigued blood flew across her arm, up to her collarbones that were still bruised from his hungry suckling days ago.

It all made sense to him now; her interest in Ava, the flinch when he came closer, the mistrust in her gorgeous eyes.

But James did not want that at all. It hurt to have this so very special woman think about him that wrong way.

“I can explain“ Louise offered with a voice as fragile as a young petal of an orchid.

The tall man sighed deeply, feeling the sting of his lungs as he fought to empty them completely. To retract any oxygen from his seething blood.

“There is one difference between us, Jackson... You just claim to know me while I actually know you“.

Louise felt her muscles wildly spasm, her head spinning with the richness of Conrads' voice and the fucked up meaning of his words.

She felt lost, helpless and still afraid. But also shamelessly drawn to the athletic Captain and sorry for Ava. It was a cocktail of toxins surging through her veins and mingling with errant hormones.

A drop of blood landed on her white top coaxing Conrad's pointer to gently wipe her torn lip.

“I told him you caused me no trouble“ he whispered, the notorious hue of tenderness returning to the man she had never thought would hurt someone outside of his duty.

But what truly let Louise's heart pump faster was the look in his blue eyes.

The man whose reputation was known as cold and efficient had acted knowingly as he talked to her dad. Probably, if she was lucky, Conrad had spared her from ugly happenings.

“Why did you do that?“

Squelching noises escaped his velvet looking lips as he pulled them in a strict, emotionless-looking line.

“Like I said. I know you, Louise. Or should I rather call you-“

“Captain? The whirlybird is on approach“ Wilson yelled past the tent, causing his boss to back off and eye the young woman with a rich expression she couldn't figure out.

The transport was for her, she knew it within a mere second of brushing his oceanic glance. It resembled the Atlantic the most she thought.

“I'm very sorry for the inconveniences I've caused“ she eventually muttered, the sentence sounding well practiced.

As if frequently used.

When her discouraged steps reached the exit of the tent, head hanging low Conrad had faced the compass that looked pretty well placed in all the dirt though.

The silent “You better be“ scarred the young woman's heart when she finally left the camp that meant so many memories with Captain James Conrad starring as leading role.

translation; Mais non. C'est pas possible. - No, that's impossible

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