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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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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〕 • ♥︎ •
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Hot Temper
James Conrad x fem!Reader
Summary: You are expecting Conrad to come to your tent by nightfall. When he does, things escalate pretty quickly.
Based on this lil' drabble (Part Two)!
Warnings: this is kinda steamy, swear words, smuttish, suggestive smut, dom!James Conrad? It's also a biiit dark.
Word Count: 1,2k
a/n: Well... This one is a small birthday present for my wonderful friend @fictive-sl0th ! ☺️ Happy belated Birthday, boo! ❤ I wish you all the best! Never forget how amazing you are, you awesome person, you! I'm so happy I can call you my friend. Love you! ❤
I really hope you like this! ☺️
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Your nerves were on edge after you collided with Captain Conrad in that heated argument a few hours ago; sizzling with anger and frustration - but also desire and lust. It was an ongoing battle within your system. Which side was going to win, you couldn't tell.
Now you sat on the cot inside your tent, literally staring holes into the flap which marked the entrance. The sinking sun bathed everything in an orange, red light; telling you that it was almost time. You've made good work the rest of the day in avoiding the asshole James Conrad was, but now, after returning to your tent for the night and knowing what was most likely going to happen, you wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on your body. It was strange, wasn't it? You never hated a man - a person, as much as you hated Captain Conrad, and yet he was all you ever desired. Either something was wrong with you, or you just liked hot guys with a shitty personality. You believed it was the second option, but who knew?
Narrowing your eyes, you switched on the lamp, standing on the ground beside your cot and took a look on your wrist watch. Time. It was time. Where is this son of a bitch? You thought. I swear, if he doesn't show up, I'll kick him in the- You weren't able to finish your thoughts, as the flap of the tent flew open, revealing the man you had waited for. The light of his lamp illuminated his stupid, handsome face. Cautiously - like a lion observing his prey, he graciously entered the tent, zipping the flap behind him shut. He hadn't been even a minute inside the tight space which was your tent, when you already felt it... The tension. Intense, angry and undeniably sexual. You were sure that it must be cuttable with a knife.
Not averting his eyes for even a second, James squatted down to place his lamp on the ground. The muscles in his thick thighs strained the fabric of his jeans, as he did so, spreading his legs almost sluttishly. Pathetic, you thought. Putting on a show. For what? To impress me? You had to suppress the scoff, which threatened to leave your lips. Instead, you opted for words. "You came. Why?" You asked nonchalantly, without any emotion. Just stating the facts. A grin spread on James's face, as he shook his head and licked his lips. A grin you wished, once again to sweep off his face. "You told me to, didn't you, Y/L/N? Can't you remember? Already suffering from memory loss?" You narrowed your eyes and leaned forwards in an almost threatening manner. "Careful, Conrad. Thin ice. Very thin ice. I would watch my mouth if I were you-" "Or what?" He interrupted you, spitefully. "Are you going to slap me again?" This time, you couldn't suppress the scoff to leave your mouth. Licking your lips, you chuckled. "You really enjoy this, don't you? Being an arrogant, selfish, annoying asshole? Driving people crazy?" Now it was James's turn to laugh you in the face. "I don't. I am not the one to blame, just because you have a short fuse - and that you find me irresistibly. All you want to do is fuck me, isn't it?"
And at those words, you saw red again; losing it. A low growl left your lips, before you lunged out - ready to slap him again. Your palm was mere inches away from hitting the skin of his cheek, when he caught your hand mid-air. His big hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, keeping you from hitting him. It caught you off guard. You didn't see that coming. "Nuh.Uh. Not this time, Y/L/N." The way he rolled your last name off his tongue - so deep, so dark, so sexy, caused your knees to almost buckle and you felt arousal flooding your veins. James used your moment of shock, of course, reached quickly for your other wrist and before you could even react, had he pinned you down on the cot with his strong, muscular body hovering above yours. Once your brain had caught up with what was going on, you started to squirm, trying to get free. A part of your brain screamed at you why the hell you were fighting back, because James was right. You wanted this. "Not so snappy anymore, are we?" Another growl left your lips, before your angry eyes locked with his goddamn beautiful baby blues. "Fuck you, Conrad!" You spat into his face; voice laced with venom. The man chuckled dangerously; licking his lips. "Don't worry, darling... You get what you want."
Demandingly, Conrad nudged your legs with his knees, commanding you to open them. You wanted to. Oh, of course you wanted to. So, you let your legs fall open for him to kneel in between them - what James immediately did. A breathless laugh escaped his mouth. "I knew it. This was all you wanted from the very beginning, isn't it? Me between your legs?" A strangled moan slipped past your lips at those words; unable to suppress it. "You are so needy for me, aren't you? Desperate for me to fucking ruin you." You couldn't even put in words how much this turned you on. It was pathetic. "Must be really exhausting to hate me, but at the same time wanting to fuck me. How I get you all hot and bothered just with one snap of my finger…" You weren't able to answer something. He had you. You were literal putty in his hands. "Am I right?" He asked, but you didn't answer, just averted your eyes. You hated the effect he had on you. Bu the Captain didn't like it, when somebody wasn't answering, when he had asked a question, so he gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger and made you look at him. "Am. I. Right?" He asked again, pointing out every word. As if to underline his words even more, he bucked his hips against yours, causing you to gasp. "Answer me." "Yes," you said between gritted teeth. "Good girl." As a reward, he leaned down, letting his lips hover above yours for a second - So close, so close. - before he connected them in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. After that kiss, you were gone. Lost in the man you actually despised so much. Or... Wanted to despise so much?
Teeth clashed together, tongues were intertwined, as you both tore at each other clothes, desperately trying to get them off. It wasn't about love or feelings, no. This sexual encounter was primal, needy and rough. Your hands raked all over James's bare, strong back; fingernails leaving red marks and scratches on their way, when he finally gifted you the pleasure you desired so much. The sound of skin colliding with skin was the only sound which filled the deadly silence of the night, accompanied with yours and James's whiny breathes and moans. You had awoken the animal within Captain Conrad - and you didn't regret it for even a second, when he ruined you for every man to follow.
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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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Too Late part two
~ gif not mine credit to owner ~
Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader. Fem!Reader x Conrad (whoever you picture)
Summary: part two of Too Late
Word count: 2,613
Warnings: angst. fluff. lies? Steve makes an appearance.
Part 1
Masterlist
Now in the two years since she had left she finally felt at peace, she found herself.
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For close to a year Conrad would visit Y/n in her little sanctuary that sat alone in the woodland area, for those months Y/n didn’t trust him of course she didn’t he was a member of Hydra, the bad guys who spend years and years destroying the goodness that was James Buchanan Barnes, destroyed and killed those that didn’t bow down to them and abide by their rules.
And while yes Conrad decided not to put a bullet in her head like she had asked for him to do, choosing to open her eyes to the betrayal, he chose to give her a second chance in life he was still the guy apart of a terrible organisation.
Even though she didn’t trust him she did have to admit that she appreciated his help, appreciated his company. Every time he visited he brought supplies and food for her, he even showed up once with a van that had a ray of different livestock in the back so she could start a little farm up like she had wanted to do.
Y/n tried, she really did try to not get too comfortable with Conrad but he was just so easy to talk to about everything and anything, she appreciated that he never once mentioned Steven and his betrayal with Natasha. She hated how funny he was, she hated how much she missed him when he left to go back to the monstrous organisation that was Hydra. Hated how he occupied her mind when he wasn’t there helping around the house fixing things and only accepting a nice cold glass of homemade lemonade from her.
She definitely hated how much he looked so attractive when he chopped fresh firewood for her.
She especially hated that.
It wasn’t fair, he was supposed to be the enemy yet he had treated her better in those few months than anyone had ever.
It had been exactly four months, three weeks and two days since Conrad had last been to visit and she hated it. Though she had the many animals to keep her company she had to admit she was kind of going a bit crazy.
Molly the cow would look at her like she was insane when Y/n would be perch upon on the wooden little stool that Conrad had made for her, talking to the cow as she milked her. Y/n swore that one time the black spotted animal rolled her eyes at the woman once.
Y/n walked into the pigpen fussing over the month old piglets that were the most precious little things she had ever laid eyes on. When her leg was knocked she looked down to see Grumpy, named perfectly for his grumpiness, she patted him on his head telling him to hold on for food, chuckling lightly when he snorted in response. The moment she finished putting the food in the trough she heard the unmistakable sound of a car coming up the gravelled driveway.
Nobody had ever come up to where she lived apart from…
“H-he’s back” she mumbled to herself before dropping the bucket with a clank and running out finding herself nearly tripping over her own foot when she had to turn back around to shut the gate of the pigpen.
Running to the front of the house she saw the same car Conrad always came in, her eyebrows pulled together when she saw two figures sitting in the front, as the car got closer her heart started beating faster as she noticed Conrad and another figure she had come to know because of Steve.
“Y/n-“ Conrad shouts as soon as he gets out of the driver side door “-god I’ve missed you” he jogs over to her and wraps his arms around her frame, pulling back when he notices she doesn’t hug him back but is staring at the other person who stands by the car. “I can explain everything I promise”
“It’s nice seeing you again Y/n.”
Two sets of eyes moved back and forth as Y/n paced around in front of them. One was nervous the other didn’t care about her reaction, well lack of one. Conrad went to speak but the other person in the room shook their head.
“Y-you lied-“
“I didn’t lie-“
“You didn’t tell me the truth!”
“Because I couldn’t, I’m sorry Y/n”
“It’s true Y/n. He couldn’t tell you the truth”
The truth being that Conrad was never a member of Hydra but a SHIELD agent. He had been undercover for four years. There were a handful of agents that were sent undercover and Conrad was one of them, the plan was to take Hydra down from the inside.
From what Conrad had said that it had worked, they had successfully captured members of Hydra one by one.
“Bu-but your meant to be the enemy”
“Yet you trusted him”
Y/n’s eyes squinted at the man sat next to Conrad “I understand that I’ve got real bad judgment when it comes to trusting men Fury”.
“I understand your confused but to be honest Conrad never lied to you-“
“I’ve been thinking he’s the bad guy from the moment he kidnapped me!”
“And yet you trusted him enough to let him come into your home”
“I-shut up. Okay so why are you telling me now?”
“I’ll let him fill you in on that. I’m going to go, it was nice meeting you again Y/n, truly. Goodbye”
Y/n watches Fury stand up fixing his trench coat before nodding to both of them then leaving. Taking the car with him. Leaving with a promise, promising her that Steve doesn’t and will never know that she’s alive.
Conrad’s eyes never moved away from Y/n, patting the seat next to him sighing a breath of relief when she sits. “I’m sorry for not telling you the truth about me, I wasn’t allowed to.”
“No I understand, sorry for overreacting”
“You didn’t-“ he chuckles “I missed you”
“I missed you too”
“So I erm I-I told Fury I want to retire and he’s accepted it, bu-but I was wondering i-if you would have me, here I mean”
“You want to say here? With me?”
“I haven’t got any family anymore a-and I feel happy here”
Conrad hated the silence that followed, he was about to tell her that it didn’t matter, that he would still come to visit, that he was sorry for overstepping when she finally spoke.
“We’ve got piglets. They are the cutest things ever, want to come look?”
“”We”?”
“Well yeah you live here now so…”
He moved so fast wrapping his arms around her, bringing her into his chest. Mumbling thank you over and over again.
In a way Conrad went off script when he took Y/n from her shared apartment with Steve, it was Hydra’s plan all along. The plan was to find a way to destroy Captain America. They had heard from a Hydra agent that was undercover with SHIELD that America’s golden boy had a girlfriend but was cheating on her with the black widow. The plan was to use Y/n as a way to get Steve to stop destroying their ‘hard work’. They were going to blackmail him, telling him that they won’t tell Y/n about his straying ways as long as he did what they said.
It was foolproof as the double agent told them that Steve was in love with Y/n.
Even though he had been cheating on her with someone she thought was her friend.
But Conrad knew that Hydra would hurt her just to get Steve to break. And that wasn’t something he could stand by and watch so he told the team he had been in charge of that he had gotten word that it was time to go ahead and kidnap Y/n. He did have to admit that it was admirable that she put up a fight against ten men who were ten times bigger than her, he hated it when Mitch punched her.
Due to having eyes on him he had to act as if the tears that were coming out from her pretty eyes wasn’t bothering him when she watched her boyfriend and friend sleeping together. When the Avengers showed up he couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling as Steve tries to make a pathetic attempt at explaining his betrayal. He did have to force himself to stifle the laugh that tried to make its way out when Natasha had tears in her eyes hearing that she meant nothing to Steve.
Conrad’s heart clenched at hearing that she was pregnant because she had already asked him to kill her, a thing that he agreed to do even if he didn’t want to. But hearing that she had lost her unborn baby made his heart clench even harder.
Getting her out of the rundown facility was easy as his team were to focused on keeping their eyes and guns trained on the Avengers. Getting her to the farmhouse that sat alone in the middle of nowhere was easy even if she was driving him mad when she kept asking him where he was taking her.
Fury found out that it was Conrad that had ‘killed’ Y/n a few months back when he had to meet the man to talk about how the progress was going. Fury was angry. He had met Y/n a handful of times he thought she was sweet, nice, definitely didn’t deserve to have her life to be ended the way it was. That was until Conrad told him the truth.
For the four months, three weeks and two days since he hadn’t seen her it had drove him insane he wanted so badly to reach out to her and let her know that he was thinking about her, that he was definitely coming back to her. Fury made him go no contact with her until the dust settled around them.
Conrad begged Fury not to let Steve know about Y/n being alive or where she was, Nick wasn’t a stupid man he knew that Conrad had clearly grown fond of Y/n. Finding out what Steve had done, he gave the man pacing around in his office his word. Steve would never find out.
“Con! We’ve got a runner!” Y/n screamed trying to chase after one of the pigs who decided to make a run for it. “She’s coming your way”
“I’ve got eyes on her! I’ve got her!” He cheered picking up the animal, who actually sighed in defeat.
“Shes so fast it’s unbelievable”
“I know, she was on a mission to get away” he laughed placing the pig back down into the pen.
“Her mission fail- what?”
“I love you”
“I love you too”
“Gimme a kiss- wait…”
It had been two years since Conrad had joined Y/n at the farmhouse after retiring, in those two years Conrad had confessed his feelings for her, he understood that she probably needed some time since how her last relationship had ended so he was completely shocked when she jumped into his arms and kissed him. Through them two years they lived happily in complete ignorance of the world around them.
“What?” Following Conrad’s eyes looking up at the sky she frowned. “That’s one of SHIELD’s jets Con…”
“I know. Stay close to me okay”
“Obviously”
They watch in silence as the jet lowers on the field just at the back of their home, the door comes open and the ramp begins to descend. They share confused glances at seeing no one making an appearance, when someone finally stands in the doorway Y/n gasps.
It’s been four years to that day since she last saw him. Those four years weren’t kind to him honestly. His hair was longer and he was even sporting a beard. He looked bigger in muscle though his face was slimmer, his once bright blue eyes were now sunken and dull.
“H-how did he find us?” She whispered unable to move her eyes away from him.
Steve Rogers had found them.
And unfortunately was now making his way down the ramp.
Since Y/n had her eyes trained on his approaching figure she didn’t notice the rest of the Avengers making their exit from the jet. Even Loki and Bruce were there.
“You-you made out that you’ve been dead for four years and yet here you are shacking it up with the enemy” his voice was deeper than it use to be.
“How did you find her?” Conrad asked standing in front of her, not liking the way Steve’s eyes moved up and down her body.
“You let me believe that you was dead baby, for four years I’ve-“
“What are you doing here?” She cut him off.
“Fury. He’s not as sneaky as he thinks.”
“Why are you here Steven?”
“I want you back” Steve states as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“Not happening. Leave all of you”
“Baby I made a mistake-“
“Don’t come any closer Rogers. I mean it” it’s now Conrad’s turn to interrupt him. Steve cocks his head to the side and laughs. But does as the other man says.
“He’s Hydra baby-“
“He was undercover for SHIELD. Please leave now”
“Is that what he told you?”
“It’s what Fury told me. Leave”
“Just come home okay, I can be better please baby I love you”
“I’m already home. Tony, Bucky please get him gone”
Bucky looks at her with an unreadable expression on his face “it’s nice to see you again Y/n/n. Come on Steve she’s happy here let-“
“No. No because she isn’t. She can’t just run away and pretend she’s dead-“
“You was cheating on me Steven. With my so called friend as well. I’m happy here, I don’t want you anymore”
“Natasha meant and still means nothing to me baby, it was a mistake, one that I want to make up for. Please just come home”
“I don’t care, I stopped caring about you and her a long time ago. I won’t ask-“
“Just come home!” Steve shouts cutting her off.
“She is home! Just leave and move on”
Standing there Steve shakes his head slowly before looking back up to Y/n. “D-do you really love him?”
“I do”
“Does he make you happy?”
“He does”
Nodding, defeat and acceptance written on his face. “I really am sorry for everything I did Y/n, I-I never wanted to hurt you, I’m sorry truly.”
Leaving Conrad’s side she walks closer to Steve, standing in front of the man who she loved so much, the man who broke her heart. “I forgive you Steve, I’m happy now. Conrad is a great person and he makes me happy”
“I’m glad. I-I’ll always love you Y/n. Goodbye” Steve says before walking backwards and turning around to walk up to the jet. Everyone all except Natasha nods or waves to Y/n before following their captain.
Watching the jet leave Conrad moves closer to her wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing her neck. “You alright my love?”
“I’m more then alright, come on I’m starving and let’s not forget I am eating for two”
Hand in hand with Conrad she walks into their farmhouse seeing the positive side to seeing Steve again, it felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.
At first Steve cheating on her was the worst thing that ever happened to her, but now four years later she was finally happier than ever before with the man who loves her and their unborn baby.
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⌇Uѕє мє
Conrad x f!reader⌇
request ~ “Can I get angry sex with Captain Conrad? He’s rough, taking what he wants from you, maybe slams you against a wall or something“ by @sailorholly ♡
warnings ~ 18+ smut, dom/sub, rough sex, language, angry Conrad
“James? Is this you?” your delicate voice echoed theatrically through the hallway of your shared apartment.
Your husband, Captain James Conrad had left early this morning for a military conference to discuss any further operations regarding the SAS. His mood had been bad when he woke up, a live testament to how much the tracker disliked those unnecessary events.
However, he had to go whether he liked it or not. The Special Forces needed him.
But so did you, waiting impatiently for the handsome soldier to return, his favorite dish simmering on the stove.
A long sigh came back, his “yes” short and tense before heavy shoes were tossed around in the foyer.
Clenching your jaw you swallowed the slight spurt of anger arousing at the sound almost radiating dirt itself. Conrad never paid attention to the obligation to wear a suit plus you had mopped the foyer only this morning.
The silent rumbling and curses made it clear that his day had been as shit as expected so he shall be forgiven you decided when the tall man appeared in the doorframe of the kitchen.
“Hello love” you chirped, eyes traveling his muscular form when he latched his hands on the top bar of the frame, leaning his broad torso in the room and blocking the door completely.
But his steel blues only narrowed, piercing your every move, mouth screwed shut. The blonde man looked strained, utterly tense.
“I’m so sorry you had to go there”. A meek mutter but you knew you were elegantly teetering on the brink of cutting his thin nerves.
And god forbid riling Conrad up.
Jutting his jaw forward and letting his eyes nonchalantly linger on your suggestive décolleté, the soldier hummed to himself. A sound so low and baritone that it tickled your nerves, the stern gaze adding to the thrill rising up between your legs.
He was a naturally intimidating man however, now that he was angry it was almost impossible to not help him out. Was it?
“Captain…” you cooed, hips seductively weaving past the kitchen counter “is there anything I can do for you?”.
The blonde’s forearms bulged as they held his weight transferring it to the creaking wood frame.
“You don’t want me to use you right now, y/n. I won’t be able to control myself” his deep pitched growl so close to your ear elicited hot shivers on your back, cascading down every vertebra.
It slowly spread hunger and perhaps overconfidence.
“What if I don’t want you to?”.
Faux innocence dropped from your demeanor as you toyed with the silver buckle of his belt, waiting for him to snap. To accept the offer you had made so boldly.
“Fuck, woman” and suddenly Conrad’s arm slipped down from above, snaking around your waist, turning you and knocking the air out of your lungs when his tall frame slammed you against the wall.
An easy game to the trained soldier.
Those blue orbs were seething with annoyance and rage. Dusky.
Nonetheless, desire bubbled up in his dark waters mixing with those negative thoughts revealing a toxic cocktail. And a strong one.
God, you knew it would burn.
Your whimpers were pathetic when Conrad unleashed himself, reaching behind your back to roughly pull down the zipper of your dress.
“This. Off” the low demand rumbled in his broad chest making you quick putty in his demanding touch. James could be an awfully sensual lover but he was two-faced, hiding the hunger of something carnal in his pumping veins.
Cold air embraced your body only dressed in the lingerie he had bought you. Black lace was draped across your breasts, quickly flicked to the side to expose your hardening nipples.
Moaning with the poor amount of oxygen Conrad’s body pressed tight against yours allowed you, his perfect teeth rolled your sensitive buds just right.
Oh, how sweet the prickling pain was and how much sweeter his cold, long digits felt invading your slick folds.
“Hmm... you’re all wet for me. Married a whore, didn’t I?”
“Uh-huh“ was all your agape mouth could whimper when he started to fuck you hard with his fingers, your wrists secured above your head.
Pulling primal pleasure from your body, the significantly taller man's pants were forming harsh creases around his angry erection.
Now that you offered yourself so selflessly, he simply wouldn't be able to hold back.
Grunting in your ear like a feral lion, Conrad pressed his whole weight against your delicate body, caging you in between a column of muscle and the cold kitchen wall.
“Use me, Ca-Captain... pleaseee“
Your hips were bucking forward to let your pelvis brush his hardened cock.
“You gonna regret this, little one“ his ragged baritone rasped so imminently before you were dragged off the wall with a sharp pull of your wrists.
In only underwear while James was still completely clothed, just his belt hanging sluttishly open, you were hurled across the kitchen like a ragdoll. But you liked it, giggling in a haze of kinky desire.
“Is this fun for you?“ he boomed.
But before you could apologize, the tall blonde flipped you around, letting loose of your wrists to slam your back on top of a free counter. The hard marble edge sent a sorrow sensation through your back until he simply readjusted your position to his liking.
Just like that with only one arm Conrad conducted your whole body until he was standing between your opened thighs, jaw clenching hungrily at the sight of your glistening pussy on full display.
Full access.
“You will stay like that until I'm satisfied, understood?“ he snapped, freezing anger piled up from the day slipping from his lewdly flicking tongue.
God, you could almost orgasm from the sight of his pink tongue swirling in his slightly ajar mouth, occasionally darting out to lick his lips. This man was an image of a god.
“I won't fucking ask twice, y/n“.
Squirming under his dominating gaze that proudly reduced you to a mere plaything, it was unfairly difficult to find any words. Especially when Conrad's slutty hands had freed his throbbing, angry red cock and were now pleasuring himself in lewd strokes.
“Understood, Captain“.
A deep chuckle met the pitch of sudden thunder outside; a thrill you never thought would be this menacing but you husband's gaze was clear.
He was ready to devour you, use you to soothe his agitated nerves until, like he had said, he would be satisfied.
“Look what you've gotten yourself into“ the soldier smirked, pulling all the beautiful strings of contour his sharp face had to offer. Tongue flicked out again, licking across his front teeth like a threat while he took in the sight of his bog cock resting on your belly.
“So helpless“.
The tip ended somewhere around or even above your belly button, the raw outline of this obscene display making you feel dizzy.
“-and you gonna take me“ Conrad murmured, grabbing the base of his cock and slowly dragging it through your drenched core. You wanted, no, craved him as much as he did.
Blonde brows furrowed when you whimpered small pleas beneath his tall frame.
“Like the good little girl you are... You wanna satisfy my needs, don't you?“
The flash of another lighting casted a light blue shadow of his frame onto yours, the difference even more sinister than you had imagined. This man could break you like a mere pen.
Perhaps he would.
A feeble nod was all it took to make him bend over, the neckline of his blue shirt hanging down, allowing you a glimpse of sharply defined muscles working to keep him stable.
With the next dull thunder his left hand flew to wrap around your throat, pinning you to the cold surface. A necessary preparation so you wouldn't flee from his rough thrusts.
He sometimes did it when he was taking you on the balcony...
Lining himself up with your entrance, you shuddered, spine feeling ablaze from pure anticipation. James would be rough but you didn't care.
Fuck, you were a sucker for the tall soldier manhandling you as if he lacked any sense of respect.
Perhaps he did.
“My little slut“ the 't' still sitting sharply on his tongue when he bottomed out in one demanding thrust. A fluid motion of his strong hips that stretched you to your limit and beyond.
A silent “James“ left your lips when your walls tried to accommodate to the sudden intrusion, his cock stilling for a fragment of time.
Heavy rain was knocking on the window.
Then, Conrad's head rolled back, veins and strings of muscle straining his sweaty skin while he began to pound into you, to set a pace that was testament to the necessity of his hand pinning you in place.
He was rough, taking what he wanted from you.
Crying out his name, your hands flew to the sides desperately searching for something to hold on to. But his forearm flexed and bulged as it worked against Conrad's own merciless thrusts, secured safely around your neck. Allowing you a precisely measured amount of breath.
“F-Fuck baby. You- you are so t-tight... god yesss“ your husband moaned up towards the ceiling, his strong voice hoarse from today's discussions.
A forte in comparison to your high pitched screams of his name.
“James, I- I can't take it“.
Not even slowing down, his head rolled back forth, loose curls fucked out of place. He knew you could, somehow. And your tense husband was more than ready to test your boundaries.
A dirty grin curled Conrad's angry lips before his jaw dropped to give way to increasing pants.
As if by reflex your thighs tried to clench, to push him away but the blonde just shook his head, leaning back down to hover above your chest.
“Ah, Ah!“
The chiding was a carnal sound, swirling around every nerve in your bouncing body, embedding them in a sweet haze of total submission.
It felt so good.
“You cannot nghh fuck escape me. I know you can t-take me“.
Retracting his grip around your throat, the strained soldier dragged it down your body, kneading your breasts until he wrapped his fingers around your thigh.
Both hands were now holding your legs apart, keeping them spread nicely for him.
The slight lift created a whole knew angle, one that hit you like a firework aiming straight at your head and setting every sense aflame. Coherent words were positively banned from your capabilities and all you could feel was him sheathed deep inside your throbbing pussy.
Arching your back from the marble countertop, you listened to your husband moaning and grunting primal sounds of sheer pleasure. Your own whines and screams added as another thunder rolled through the room, the lighting prior as blueish as Conrad's narrowed gaze observing your every move.
“Sh-shit look at your pretty tits bouncing for me“ he rasped with brows slanted, reaching down to smack your right breasts. A sensation utterly pleasing, the soft pain spreading nicely across your aroused body.
The food was long forgotten as screeching noises of your naked ass shifting on the marble got drowned by rough moans of your name mixed with unholy curses.
The kitchen smelled like sex.
Hot, shameless and angry sex.
“I'm gonna ohhh James cum“ you mewled, strands of hair sticking to your glossy lips when your body was conducted by his pistoning hips.
You could feel his big cock deep inside twitch and pulsate as you spoke, biting your lips at the influence you had on this incredibly tall, athletic soldier.
But today was about his pleasure.
The answer was already clear when he pulled you back onto his cock, burying himself to the hilt, making you cry out.
“Don't you dare cum“ he groaned, teeth bared like a hungry wolf. “I said we're done when I'm satisfied“.
Staring at his piercing gaze of deep blue, your face was contorted in ways only James Conrad could elicit.
When he fucked you just right. Just like that.
“Wha- are you n-not-“
But your ragged voice was cut off by two strong arms dropping your legs, instead shooting closer to wrap around your shoulders, picking you up.
Wriggling his tight jaw to rest against your right temple, his long legs began their journey towards the bedroom. Conrad was still deep inside you, every step letting his cock nudge those sinfully sweet spots.
“Do I look satisfied to you, huh? Oh, I am far from finished“ his low baritone whispered in your ear, another strike of lighting casting your joined shadow on the white tiles.
Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoyed it @simplyholl ♡
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friends | b.s
Summary: Y/n and Brad get into a fight, leading Brad to find support from his best friends and band mates.
Word count: 900 ish, a bit on the short side!!
a/n: hello friends!!! back with another brad imagine😎 i’ve been back into the groove lately (sort of) and i’m happy to have another imagine out! feel free to check out my recent conrad fisher one too!! anyway love y’all hope you like it❤️
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“I-I think you should go,” you whispered, the now silent room chilled you. You stared at him, across the room, his eyebrows slightly frowning as he gazed at you.
“Y/n,” he sighed. “It’s fine we just need to sleep and we’ll be alright in the morning.”
“Brad I really don’t want to this time,” you replied. “I think maybe you should stay with one of the boys tonight and we can talk in the morning, okay?”
“If that’s really what you want,” he answered, nodding his head.
He didn’t want to go, it was the last thing he wanted. He ached at the idea of walking out that door. He knew it was what you needed, but he couldn’t shake the fear that you would never let him back in.
The back of his throat stung as he held back his words, wanting to beg you. He knew there was no point. When you made up your mind, you stuck to it. If you needed space, you were going to get it.
“Okay,” he choked out finally. “I’ll go.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” you asked.
“Yeah,” he said, a slight curve to the corners of his mouth. It comforted him in a way, knowing you wanted him back.
She just needs space. He told himself. That was all. It wasn’t over, it couldn’t be.
He walked out to his car, the sound of his feet on the pavement echoing in the late night air. The world felt still, asleep. He almost laughed at the irony. Everything being so calm while he felt destroyed.
He let out a heavy sigh as he sat behind the wheel, pulling his phone out as he decided what to text the boys.
Hey lads. Need a place to stay tonight if any of you are available. I’ll explain later x
The rest of the boys answered almost immediately, offering up their places to Brad.
Let’s all meet at Cons! Tristan texted.
Brad nodded to himself, thankfully Connor was the closest to his and your flat. The faster he could get there, the better. He drove in silence, nothing but the hum of the wheels to distract his mind.
He got to Connor’s, seeing everyone else had already arrived as well. Brad couldn’t help but feel a tenderness for his best friends in that moment.
He walked in, knowing Connor’s door would be open, and was greeted by the concerned looks of his friends. They didn’t bombard him with questions, but the questions were swirling in their minds. Tristan passed Brad a glass of red wine, giving him a friendly wink as he raised his own glass.
“We figured you’d need a drink,” he laughed.
“Definitely can’t hurt,” Brad chuckled, taking a small sip as they went to go sit down.
He sat on the couch, letting his tense muscles relax briefly as he leaned back. He shut his eyes, trying to find a way to tell the boys what happened. They all waited patiently, not pushing him.
He loved that about them. Even if he didn’t want to talk about something, they were there for him. Whether he needed to rant or just sit in comfortable silence, they never let him down.
“Y/n and I got into this huge fight,” he finally said. “She asked me to leave for the night. Said she wanted space. I don’t know if that means she’s gonna end things or not.”
“I’m sorry mate,” James muttered, placing a gentle hand on Brad’s shoulder. “Is it a fight you can come back from?”
“I don’t know,” he sighed. “I said some really horrible things, I wish I could take it all back. She probably doesn’t want me anymore.”
“You and Y/n are meant for each other,” Connor added. “I’ve never seen two people more meant for each other probably. We all know her, I don’t think she’d give up on you that easy.”
“You should have seen the way she looked at me when she told me to leave,” Brad said, the back of his throat stinging with the tears threatening to spill. “I don’t know how to forgive myself.”
“Mate we’ve all made mistakes, we’ve all gotten into bad fights with girlfriends,” James comforted. “You guys can and will get through this. I know she loves you, and she probably just wanted to sleep on it, let things cool off.”
“Maybe,” Brad shrugged. “Thanks guys.”
“We’re here for you,” Tris smiled. “I agree with James, I think you guys will work it out once you’re both fresh tomorrow.”
“I really hope so,” Brad sighed. “I can’t lose her.”
“Y/n is a smart girl,” Connor added. “She wouldn’t let you go that easily.”
The boys drank wine and chatted what felt like all night, until eventually their eyes became heavy. Connor set up the guest bedroom for Brad before turning in for the night.
Brad lay on the bed, emptiness lingering beside him. He wished he was in bed with you, where he was supposed to be. He went over everything the boys said; how you were meant to be, how she wouldn’t leave you this way, that she needed space.
He hoped they were right. Even if they weren’t, they still comforted him and made him feel like there was hope.
Hope that he’d walk through that door tomorrow, and you’d be standing there with open arms.
Sometimes all you needed to see it, were your friends.
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Chiiild – Into The Deep End
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Daniel Caesar – Do You Like Me?
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Dave East – Like A Rose
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Dende – Nightmares
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Doja Cat – Agora Hills
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Domo Genesis & The Alchemist feat. Tyler, the Creator – No Idols
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Ebony Riley – Draws
Elli Ingram – Heavy
Elmiene – Mad At Fire
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Emotional Oranges – Lies You Tell
Fall Out Boy – What a Time To Be Alive
FNF Chop – Shooting
Forest Claudette – Two Years
Gucci Mane & B.G. – Idiots Worst Nightmare
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Hamzaa & 1srael – Borderline
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Jack Harlow – They Don’t Love It
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Jorja Smith - Lately
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Jungle – Back On 74
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K Camp – Spin the Block
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Key Glock – Pop My Shit
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Killer Mike feat. El-P & thankugoodsir – Don’t Let the Devil
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Larry June & The Alchemist feat. Slum Village – Orange Village
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Leonard Charles feat. Reality Jonez – Get Out
Leon Thomas – Breaking Point
Lloyd Banks – Onyx AMG
Lloyd Banks feat. Method Man – 101 Razors
Logic feat. Norah Jones – Paradise II
Mac Demarco – Chicago
Machel Montano – Night Shift
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Maeta feat. Ambré – Control Freak
Mahalia – Isn’t It Strange?
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Masego – In Style
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Saint Harison feat. Tiana Major9 – homies
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Selah Sue – When It All Falls Down
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THEY. – Blu Moon
TOBi – Move
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Vedo – Consistency
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Vedo – You and Me
Victoria Monet – Smoke (Reprise)
Wale the Sage – Bleue
Wiz Khalifa – Tail Money
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man for me
pairings || james conrad x military!reader
summary || you hated him.. but if you lost him your world would crumble.
warnings || 18+ minors dni, fluff, angst!, mentions of death, guns, mentions of blood, dubcon, public sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, mouth covering??, dumbification, captain kink??, conrad cums fast.
note || HII TRIN BABY!! i hope i did you justice in this fic <33 @my-divine-death
wc || 1.8k
the field was quiet, which only meant one thing. you turned to see james conrad, you worked with him for ten years. you went to smile, until you saw someone aiming at him from behind.
you shot the man and sighed, throwing your head back. “don’t die on me.” you shook your head. conrad smiled and walked up to you. “i can’t die.” his accent was frustrating.
you rolled your eyes and walked away with him. “you’re a real pain in the ass, conrad.” you said, walking away from him. his chuckle rang through your ears, you could tell he was smirking. “it’s captain, to you.”
you turned to him, aiming your gun behind him and shooting. “it’s not, its really, really not.” you said, throwing your gun behind you. conrad rolled his eyes and shoved you back, throwing you into the floor.
you huffed and stood up. “you’re such a child!” you said, dusting off your ass. conrad turned back to you and sighed. “we’re on an active field.. will you grow up for five minutes, so we can get back to our bunker?”
he was teasing you, you knew he was. but it still had its effect. you scoffed and ran up to him, shoving him down. “loser!” you giggled as you ran away. conrad was quick to get onto his feet and run after you.
you two ran back to the bunkers, loud laughs leaving your mouths. “move, bitch!” you yelled, shoving him into a door. your hands shot to your mouth as you let out a laugh. “jesus conrad i’m so sorry!” you laughed.
conrad got up and dusted himself off, shaking his head at you. “i’ll get you back for that, one day.” he smirked, lifting you up and throwing you onto a table. “ouch! my butt.” you mumbled, sliding off the oddly tall table.
you hummed as you hung your gun up, sitting on your bed. “thank you, for shooting that guy today.” conrad said, looking down at you. you smiled up at him and bit your lip. “i hate your guts, but i don’t think i could ever live without you.”
conrad looked down at you, you could tell he was blushing— even through the massive sunburn. you stood up and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. “i don’t know where i would be without you.”
conrad chuckled and shook his head. “you’d be dead, very dead.” your face got hot and rolled your eyes. conrad gripped your face and smiled. “get to bed, we have a long day tomorrow.”
you nodded and rid yourself of your shirt and jeans, pulling on a t shirt and shorts. “thanks for watching me get dressed.” you smirked, getting into the top bunk.
conrad sighed and got into the bottom bunk. “conrad?” you asked, fumbling with your fingers. “yeah?” he replied. you gulped and sighed. “i wanna go home.” you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut.
before you knew it, conrad was beside you, looking at you confused. “why? i thought you were enjoying this?” he asked, looking slightly disappointed. you shook your head and looked over at him.
“i wanna be able to do something and not be scared that i’m gonna— or you’re gonna die.” you sat up. conrad sighed and jumped up into your bed. “i’m not gonna die, you have my back and i have yours.”
you shrugged and looked down at your hands. “it’s just not the same.” you mumbled. conrad wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in. “get some rest, you’re just thinking like this because you’re tired.”
you giggled as you ran past conrad, shoving him over as you passed him. “you’re it, loser!” you giggle, gripping your gun tighter. when you didn’t hear a reply you stopped running.
you turned back to see conrad on the floor, his hand gripping his stomach. “conrad?” you chuckled breathlessly. his mouth opened to speak, but his words were stopped by blood dripping from his mouth.
conrad gave you a small smile before shaking his head. “conrad.” you dropped your gun, running to him. you gripped his face and felt tears form in your eyes. “you’re gonna be okay, just stay with me.” you whispered.
tears flooded down your cheeks as you sobbed quietly. conrad’s eyes were glossy as he gripped your face, pouting slightly as a tear fell down his cheek.
conrad pulled out his gun, handing it to you and nodding. “please.” his voice was quiet and hoarse. you shook your head and sat in front of him. “i can’t let you go.” you cried into his chest.
he nodded and took the gun from your hand. “i.. loved—“ conrad started. you shook your head and covered his mouth. “don’t talk, don’t waste your energy.” you mumbled.
conrad chuckled slightly and moved your hand. “i loved you.” he said, taking the gun and pointing it at his head.
the loud bang woke you up. you shot up and tried to grab your breath, sweat dripping down your forehead. you looked over to see conrad sleeping peacefully beside you, his hand on your waist.
you wiped your forehead and sighed, shaking your head. you got up and got dressed, getting ready to go. “hey! you ready to go already?” conrad asked, wiping his eyes.
as much as it hurt to do so, you ignored him and walked out of the small cabin. conrad sat up confused, looking at the door before sighing and getting up himself.
once he got out of the cabin he looked around for you. seeing you with three other men gave him a weird hurt in his chest. he was fine at shrugging it off, until one of the men walked to the field with you.
that was his job, why was another guy doing it? he walked up beside you, smiling down at you. “would you like to play tag?” those words shook your spine.
you remembered your dream, you tagged conrad and he got shot. “no.” you replied plainly, looking up at the man beside you, whose name was steve. conrad’s eyebrows furrowed as he stopped walking.
you always wanted to play tag, why not now? he watched as the man put his hand around your waist. he wanted to shoot his head off on the spot.
that night, while you were walking back to the cabin with steve, you were pulled away. you squealed as you were brought into a dimly lit alley way. all you could see were the shaded details of conrad’s face.
“what’s goin’ on with you?” he asked. you shrugged him off and tried to walk away, he grabbed your arm and shook his head. “you’re not leavin’ till you talk.” his voice was stern.
you looked into his blue eyes, the same ones you watched the colour drain from. “i just saw something that didn’t sit right with me is all.” you shook your head, walking away again.
conrad walked beside you before stepping in front of you. “you walk away from me again and i’ll handcuff you to the lamp post.” he spat. you flinched slightly and nodded.
he shoved you back against the wall and crossed his arms. “now, tell me why you’ve been such a bitch.” he asked. you scoffed and rolled your eyes. “how could i have been a bitch if i wasn’t talking to you.”
“so you admit to ignoring me?” he shrugged. “i didn’t ignore you, i gave you answers just— dry ones.” you mumbled, looking off to the side.
conrad scoffed and shook his head, gripping your face. “i, personally, don’t enjoy you ignoring me.” he snarled, slapping the side of your cheek softly. “now you’re going to give me the answers i want, or i’ll have to force them out of you.”
you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. “right, that’s it.” conrad said, turning you around. you gasped at the harsh contact of the wall, the new found cold air hitting your ass.
conrad pulled down your thong and slapped your ass. you threw your head back and looked back at him. “what are you doing?!” you squealed. conrad smirked and shook his head.
“getting my answers.” he smirked, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants and boxers. his hand wrapped around his shaft, using his tip to rub your clit.
you moaned softly, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t dreamed of this exact moment where conrad railed you in any and every position. this was a dream come true.
conrad slide his tip inside of you, making you gasp and reach for anything you could grab. your hand reached back and grabbed his hip. “fuck.” you whispered, your head dropping.
“you gonna tell me?” he grabbed your hair, pulling your face to be next to his. you smirked and shook your head. conrad mumbled a small ‘fine’ before thrusting inside of you.
you cried out at the burn between your legs as he stretched you out. you pressed your lips together in a tight line as you squeezed your eyes shut. conrad took a few seconds before thrusting inside of you roughly.
your hand squeezed his hip as you almost screamed. conrad’s hand came around and rested on your mouth, muffling your moans. “how about now?” he asked, his thrusts rough and quick.
a tear rolled down your face as you shook your head, enjoying the feeling too much for it to stop. conrad chuckled and pulled your face back. “you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
you nodded as you rolled your eyes back, moaning into his hand. “i knew it, a dumb baby like you wouldn’t be able to talk now, hm?” he chuckled. your mind went soft, vision went blurry as conrad hit the perfect angle.
“yes captain!” you moaned, your nails digging into his hip. conrad moaned at the name, feeling himself release inside of you. both of you were in shock as he pulled out, letting his seed drip out of you.
you turned back to him and looked down at his softened cock. “did you just cum.. at the word captain?” you asked. a dark red ran over conrad’s cheeks.
you laughed and shook your head. “oh my god you came at the word captain!” your laugh grew harder. conrad rolled his eyes and covered your mouth. “shut up!” he groaned.
he pulled up his pants and pointed down to yours. you nodded and pulled your own up, looked towards him. “gonna tell me why you were so plain now?” he asked.
you shrugged and looked back at the cabin. “i saw you die, and i was the reason, pushed you away to save you.” you said, walking away from him. conrad shook his head and walked up to you.
“pushing me away will kill me, love.” he said, pulling you in and giving you a soft kiss on the lips. he pulled away with a small smile. you smiled back at him and pulled his face in, kissing him again.
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The Best Hiders
A/N: No I’m not dead.. I just feel like it! But I’m still writing. I took this prompt from @the-th-horniest-book-club submitted by the lovely @letsdisneythings and made it adorable
Word Count: 391
“Where did Jane run off to?” James looked around the living room. He ignored the tiny giggle from the corner of the room.
“Probably the same place Ethan ran off to,” you joked. A different giggle could be heard in the opposite corner.
James turned his attention back to you, curled up in his lap on the couch. “I guess that means we have some alone time.” His voice was low and raspy. His fingers danced across your lower back; you squirmed and felt his erection beneath you. You gave him a helpless look before trying to climb off him.
“No, we should find them. Jane and Ethan could be lost.” Two more giggles erupted and you smiled while James tried to calm down. You tiptoed towards the curtains that hung between the living room and dining room. You watched as little feet danced back and forth. “Gotcha!”
Jane squealed as you pulled back the curtain, arms outstretched. “Mama! Good hide?”
You peppered kisses to her cheeks as you answered her. “You hid so well! Now we have to find your brother. I wonder where he is?” You looked at your daughter as you tapped your index finger against your lips. Jane shrieked and ran towards her dad instead; he scooped her up and snuggled her close. “I guess it’s my job to find him?”
You crossed the room and peered into the large vase that sat just past the coat closet. “Not there.” Jane covered her face with her hands as James tickled her. You opened the door to the closet.
“Boo!” Ethan yelled, jumping out of the closet.
“Oh no! A ghost!” You pretended to be scared. Ethan looked up at you, confusion evident on his face. “Mama, it me! Not ghost?”
“OH! Ethan, I thought you were a ghost because you said Boo!” You tickled his little protruded tummy, making him giggle once more. Jane squirmed in her dad’s arms; James set her down on the hardwood floor. She ran over to you and Ethan and danced about. “Mama, hide again?’
“Only if it’s Dad’s turn to find you.” You looked up at him with a smirk. He flashed you a heart-stopping grin looking down at Jane.
“I’ll count to ten and you hide again, okay sweet peat?” Jane squealed as James covered his face with his hands.
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Cee's James Conrad Fic Masterlist
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Last Updated: 2023-12-20
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
❆ Home for Christmas by winterfrostlovetriangle • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "James helps his wife settle into their new life, as well as [deal] with events [of] Skull Island."
❆ Please Come Home for Christmas by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "James Conrad is called away on a mission weeks before Christmas but promises to be home in time, but delays may spoil your Christmas wishes."
❆ Cake and Elvis by tomhiddleston-is-mischief • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
❆ Christmas Eve Camping Trip by sserpente • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
❆ Decorations and Desires by sserpente • 16+ • 〔F〕 •
❆ Happy Christmas Conrads by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
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Dangerous Paradise
James Conrad x fem!Reader
Request:
"Hello lovely writer👻
I saw you’re taking req's atm so I was wondering if you could maybe write something with James Conrad from the Skull Island film?
The plot is completely up to you but I’d love to read something about him with female reader :)
Thanksss" - Requested by a nonny! 😁
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...
Warnings: THIRST! Skull Island things, giant spiders, bit of angst, mentions of injuries, swear words, fluff?
Word Count: 2k
a/n: First time writing for James Conrad - but I quite enjoyed it! Hope you guys like it! 😄 Thank you so much for requesting, dear nonny! 😊
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That was definitely not what you were expecting, when you got signed up for that expedition. A giant ape and creepy, dangerous wannabe dinosaurs? Come on... Not to mention the enormous other creepy creatures on 'Skull Island' - or the crazy soldier who got stuck here in freaking World War two! Ever since you flew with that helicopter through that earth shaking storm to get to the island and got attacked by Kong, you were positively done with this mission and cursed your boss on no end for convincing you to do this. "Please, Y/N! This is going to be one hell of a headline!" Sure! Thanks Maggie… Hell of a headline my ass, you thought. Okay, admittedly, the island was beautiful - without a doubt and you'd have definitely enjoyed it here - if you didn't have to fear for your life every damn second! One wrong step or wrong move could cost you your life. Skull Island was to 100 per cent not for vacation... You just wanted to go home, back into your office. You were a journalist - not a soldier, tracker or scientist! What were you even here for? Writing a report when you're no longer alive was quite difficult. You already missed your friends and family - and especially your bed. Well... Life just wasn't fair.
But despite all the bad things, coming with this mission, there was at least that one good thing - person, to say it right. Captain James Conrad. Former soldier, now tracker - and hotter than a 1200 degree volcano. You were sure that it was actually illegal to be this hot. Honestly, someone should've arrested him for giving you a heart attack when you first laid eyes upon this delicious specimen of a man.
He was incredulously tall and literally clattered with muscles. It wasn't just the effect of the tight, dark blue t-shirt he wore, oh no. The t-shirt just helped showing them off. With every move he made, every step he took, you could see the muscles on his shoulders, pecs or arms flex. His biceps were bulged, strained against the tight fabric. The black jeans he wore, displayed his thick, strong thighs and long legs and sat very snugly around his hips. And that damn shoulder holster he wore... Gods… You weren't really a fan of weapons - but that thing made him even sexier. James' hair was short, with brown hues in between the blonde curls. A slight stubble covered his chin and cheeks. Speaking of that man's face... He had a jawline to die for... And his cheekbones were as sharp as razor blades. Long story short, this man was literally walking eye candy. "Y/N?" And his voice... Oh his voice... "Y/N?" So deep and yet smooth like velvet. You could listen to him talk all day long. "Y/N?!" The moment said voice urged rather loudly to your ears, accompanied by James's strong hand gently shaking your shoulder, you snapped out of your daydream. "W-What?" You asked, dazed and blinking. "We need to keep moving. Don't stay behind, otherwise you'll lose the group. I know you're tired. We all are, but I can't have anybody just walking off. I don't want to lose more people." You quickly nodded, still trying to process his words. "Y-Yes, I'm sorry." James gave you a nod, then removed his hand from your shoulder again and stood up. With a sigh, you stood up from the stone you were sitting on as well.
Together, you caught up to the remaining people of the group, making your way further through the depths of this perilous jungle. You tried to distract yourself, not thinking about the opportunity to die - what wasn't exactly easy, because your brain reminded you of that every minute. Wordlessly, you trudged behind James, Mills, Mason, Slivko and the others, trying to match their quick pace. You tried to focus on your surroundings; tried to stay attentive. That worked out quite well - until Captain Conrad walked into your field of view again. You were very aware that you shouldn't let yourself be distracted by the attractive man - but you just couldn't help it... Your eyes got stuck on him once again... On the backside of his body, to be precise. The way he oh so graciously moved over the uneven, grown through jungle ground. Not only had you a nice view of the way the muscles in his shoulders flexed, no... You could also feast upon the bulging veins stretching over his ridiculously long, strong arms. What you would give to feel those firm, sculpted muscles underneath your fingertips - oh and that ass... You bit your lip, when your gaze travelled - hopefully unnoticed, downtown and landed on the tracker's bottom. Hot damn. You couldn't even fathom what was underneath those clothes... You bet he- A scream for help cut through the air, ripping you from your lustful, thirsting thoughts. Frantically your eyes looked around, searched for the origin of the scream. You quickly found it... It had come from one of the soldiers - in vain. He was dead, impaled by the leg of a... You looked up, your jaw slackening in shock; eyes widening. "Giant spider!" Another soldier yelled hysterically. And then everything happened very fast. You jumped from one spot to the other, panicky trying to avoid the gigantic animal's deadly legs. You guessed your body went into some kind of a survival mode. Unless you more than likely wouldn't have survived this. "Cut the legs!" You heard Conrad yell over the loud noise of gunshots and screams. "Cut it off at the legs!" The men listened to the tracker, did what he said and chopped off the creature's legs. Just as you thought you and the group were out of danger, things went south again - at least for you. When they brought the spider down, her enormous body fell to the ground and James had yelled for everybody to move aside, in order to not get squashed by it. You started to run for dear life – and made it. That wasn't the problem. But being on the fast pace you were, you didn't see the big stone on the ground. Neither the little, but quite steep hillside, nor the lake at the foot of the 'cliff'. So, it came how it had to come... You stumbled over the stone and with a yelp, fell down the hillside. Somewhere on the way down, you must've hit your head, 'cause you felt the throbbing pain on the back of your head. The moment your skin came into contact of the cold water, everything went blurry. The weight of your body pulled you underwater, but you were like paralyzed, couldn't move and at some point, everything went black.
You were going to die. Right here, right now - that had been your last thought. But then you heard a faint voice, calling out your name again and again. Then you heard the dull sound of water splashing around you. No ten seconds later, you could've sworn you felt how two strong arms wrapped themselves around your body and pulled you through the water, up to the surface and out of the death trap. "Y/N!" Once again you heard the voice, but it was still far away. "Y/N!" Then, two hands on your shoulders, shaking you. The voice got clearer and clearer. "Y/N! Wake up!" A hand skidded down to cup your cheek and lift your head gently. That seemed to do the trick. As if stung by an adder, you sat up, ripping open your eyes and coughing, spilling out the water, which had tried to drown you. Your hands tried to find something to hold onto - what they did. A broad shoulder. When you regained your full consciousness again, you looked up - straight in the oceanic blue eyes of James. He had a worried look upon his face, which faded into a small smile, when he noticed you were fully back again. He was sitting beside you, when you immediately felt his hands on your waist, steadying you. Before you could think about what you were doing, you launched forwards and hugged him. It took the Captain a second to realise and to wrap his arms securely around you as well. You took deep breaths, relishing in the fact that you were still alive. "T-Thank you." Only then you noticed, that he was soaking wet. He must've jumped after you and saved you. "I-I'm sorry, I-" You felt the tracker shaking his head. "It's fine." He stated and paused for a second, retreating from the hug. "Are you alright?" James scanned your body, looking for any injuries. "I-I don't know... My head hurts a bit and I-I think I twisted my ankle." You said, feeling a sharp pain shoot through your ankle. "Okay." James said, getting on his knees. "Can you stand up?" You tried to get up, but couldn't. You shook your head. "N-No, I, ahh!" "Alright, come on." James wrapped his arm around your back and helped you stand up. You tried to stand on the injured foot, but it was impossible. The man's hands flew up to steady you again immediately. "Lean on me, I'll help you walk." You nodded, tears brimming in your eyes. You certainly didn't want that to happen. You didn't want to become a burden for the group. Not when you all were already in this shitty situation, stuck on a lethal island. Slowly, the two of you walked along the shore. "W-Where are the others?" "I told them to set up a camp, about a mile southern from this lake. It's getting dark soon. We need to rest. Especially you."
It took you a while to reach the camp, giving the state you were in. But when you reached your destination, you were relieved. Everybody was immediately at your side, asking you how you were. You appreciated the kind gestures. James guided you to sit against the trunk of a fallen tree. "I'll have a look on your ankle, yes?" "Okay." You said, nodding and trying to ignore the fuzzy feeling in your stomach, when James's hands worked on shoving up your cargo pants and taking off your boots and sock. His warm, delicate fingers came into contact with your skin. He gently ran them over your injured ankle, examining the damage and causing you to shiver and to suppress a moan. He moved your ankle, turning your suppressed moan into a small scream of pain. "Sorry." James apologised immediately. "I think it's not broken, but definitely twisted." Then he looked around the camp. "Has somebody a rag, cloth or something similar?" Slivko was immediately at his side, handing him a dark blue cloth. James drenched it in cold water from his water bottle and wrapped it carefully around your ankle. You hissed at the sudden coldness. "Keeps the swelling down." "Thank you." You said again, blushing, when he gave you another small smile. "Of course. Rest now." You nodded and tried to make yourself comfortable. James stood up and turned his back, walked away to talk to Mason and Slivko. You tried to sleep, were already on the verge of dozing off, when the Captain thwarted your plans and relighted the thirsting flame inside of you again. You couldn't control your body and mind sometimes, could you? It was the Captain's fault after all. Not yours. How dare he took off his t-shirt, because it was still soaking wet, to dry it beside the campfire... You didn't ask him to do this, did you? Anyway, you had now even more to look at and drool over. His muscular back. The clearly visible abs and broad chest. Or the fine hair, which curled itself so perfectly over the expanse of his pecs. Yes... One thing was certain. If the island, its creatures or your own clumsiness wasn't going to kill you, then definitely James and his fucking good looks.
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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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Home for Christmas
Hey all! Hope you all enjoy this fic! I just want to thank @valkyriesryde for being my beta reader and helping with the summary. 💕 Thanks for all your encouragement!
Summary: AU James Conrad x wife reader. James helps his wife settle into their new life, as well as deal with events that occurred on Skull Island.
Warnings: Angst, fluff, and implied smut.
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It has been a week since James and you had returned home. You had spent who knows how long shut up at Monarch headquarters and had finally been released, only after promising you wouldn’t breathe a word about what you’d seen on the island.
You were having a hard time returning to normal life - after seven years on Skull Island, you were not used to the luxuries of modern living. The bed was too soft, your body wasn’t used to the cold temperatures, and nightmares of creatures and experiences you had suffered haunted when you were able to sleep. You tried hard to hide the lack of sleep and terrible dreams from your husband - it had worked for a few days before James started realizing something was wrong.
“What is it, darling? Are you worried about seeing our family again?” He asked one night. James took one of your small hands in his, stroking the back soothingly. He was concerned. The captain knew he hadn’t seen his wife in years, but he was still in tune with your moods.
“A-a little. It’s been seven years and I have no idea what to say to them,” you stuttered looking down, unable to hold his gaze any longer. You were scared about seeing your mum, but you weren’t telling your husband the whole truth. “Maybe I’ll just stay at home...we could stay at home. Just the two of us and celebrate Christmas this year.”
“And you plan on telling your Mum you’re alive when? No, love. I’m sorry, but I already told them I was coming, which means you’re coming too.” James hooked his finger under your chin and brought your face up so he could look into your eyes. “You’ll have me there, my dear. Don’t be afraid.” His hands moved to cup your face and leaned down to give a sweet kiss to your lips. Pulling back, James brings you into a warm hug, squeezing just enough.
You stiffen for a moment, but let his warmth melt your body. You put your arms around his middle and squeezed back. You felt so safe in your husband’s arms.
The next morning was spent decorating the house. You had missed the domestic responsibilities of keeping house and you and your husband quickly found your rhythm again. Finished with your task, you went in search of James. You found him in the kitchen making lunch and dancing to a tune playing in his head. You smiled at him and thought back to times when you would cook or bake together - the fun and mischief you two had. Shaking yourself, you looked back at your husband only to find him standing right in front of you with a frown on his face.
“Sorry, love. Did you ask me something?” you asked. James tucked a stray curl behind your ear, his hands trailing down your arms until they came to your hands, where he interlaced your fingers with his. “I’m fine, honest,” you said answering his unspoken question.
He smiled down at you and leaned forward to connect your lips with his. The kiss started out sweet, but James soon pulled you flush against him, deepening it. His hands roamed your body and you moaned at the contact. His mouth traveled down your jaw to your neck while his fingers went under your shirt. Your body was on fire - you had missed his touch so much. You had almost forgotten how he made you feel, even with just a simple touch. You had been without human contact for too long, there were so many nights when memories of what James felt and tasted like was not enough. Right now, you wanted nothing more than for him to take you back to bed for the rest of the day, but guilt and unease crept in. You pulled away from the kiss. Looking down, you pulled yourself together.
“As much as I would love to continue this, you promised me a tree. No more distractions, mister,” you laughed. You snuck a look at your husband. He looked hurt and confused. You pecked him on the lips one more time. “There will be plenty of time to continue this later. I need some fresh air - I’m not used to being shut indoors for so long.” You grabbed your coat and gloves. James put on his coat and gave you a smile before putting his arm around your waist and leaving the house.
After about an hour of searching, you two found the perfect tree. James had them take it back to your house, while you decided to enjoy the afternoon with a stroll in a nearby park. You circled the park a few times before sitting on a small bench. You snuggled into James as he draped his arm around you. Neither of you spoke for a few minutes, just enjoying the quiet. You surveyed the area and noticed a young couple playing with their son. You blinked back tears at what could have been. You snuck a peek at James who was watching the family. He had a faint smile on his lips and a dreamy look in his eyes. You knew exactly what he was thinking.
I’m so sorry, my love, you thought.
James looked down at you, concern evident in his countenance. “Y/N, are you alright? What’s wrong?” he asked.
The dam broke - you covered your face and sobbed. Years of pain, anger, and loss. James held you. He knew that you needed to let out whatever was bothering you. He knew words were useless. Calming down, you looked up at your husband.
“Let’s go home, angel,” James suggested. He kissed your forehead as you stood.
When you made it home, James shut the door and lead you to the couch. Kneeling in front of you, he took both of your hands in his.
“Please, Y/N, tell me what’s wrong. You don’t sleep, or if you do, it’s not very much. You haven’t let me touch you until this afternoon, and even then it was like I burned you. I am not leaving this room until you tell me what is going on,” he demanded.
“Actually, you’ve been touching me since you found me, on that bloody island,” you started weakly. He glared at you, and you dropped your gaze.
James sighed, “I’m still your husband, love. You used to tell me everything, but now, you barely talk to me at all. I just want things to be the way they used to.”
“You know as well as I do, that things won’t be the same, James. We’ve changed over the past few years. Things happened. Things that…” you began to cry again. “Things that shouldn’t have happened, but we can’t change them. It’s all my fault.” the last part came out as a whisper.
“What do you mean? It’s not your fault,” he asked.
“You don’t know what it was like living on Skull Island. You only saw a glimpse of the horrors that I dealt with every single day.” you were angry now. You knew you shouldn’t be - your husband hadn’t done anything to be yelled at. But he let you.
He knew it was the only way to start healing. He’d been through it before and seen his fair share of army mates experience PTSD. James stayed silent.
“I was terrified, but I did what I had to to survive. I - I had to keep Hank and the villagers safe. I couldn’t lose anyone else. I couldn’t,” you continued. “I - I’m so sorry, James. I’m so sorry.”
James came up and sat beside you and held you again. “What are you sorry about, darling?” he asked. “I heard nothing in that story that you need to apologize for. Tell me, please.”
“Do you remember I told you I had a surprise for you for our anniversary?” He nodded. “I was supposed to be back in plenty of time to celebrate. I was so excited to tell you, but then...the b - baby didn’t make it.”
“Baby?” James whispered. Tears threatening to fall from his own eyes now.
You nodded before continuing, “Yes, a baby. The helo crashed, and we were all thrown to the ground. H - Hank found me laying a few yards from the wreck. I was the only one that survived. He helped me...he was there, but I wished it was you holding me that night. You that stood beside me as I buried our child,” you sobbed again.
James sniffed and said your name. “Please look at me, Y/N.” You shook your head. He lifted your chin gently between his thumb and forefinger so you couldn’t look away again. “It wasn’t your fault, love. You had no way of knowing any of that was going to happen. You couldn’t have controlled any of that.”
You held his gaze. His eyes were full of love, sorrow, and tenderness.
“Listen very carefully to me, Y/N. I under no circumstance blame you. I don’t blame you that our unborn child didn’t survive. It. Wasn’t. Your. Fault.” he emphasized. “I love you more than anything. “I’m just so thankful I found you. I didn’t want to believe that you were dead. I couldn’t - I would have felt it. I thought I was seeing things that day. I couldn’t believe it was you.” James cupped your face and leaned forward to kiss you.
“I thought I was seeing things too. I had been out in the sun and heat for most of the day, and when I walked out of the cabin, I thought I was hallucinating. But then you came over and hugged me, and I knew you were really there,” you laughed. “You really don’t blame me?”
“Oh love, how could I? There was NO way you knew you would crash. I don’t blame you.”
You suddenly felt as if a weight was lifted from your shoulders. You smiled at your husband, who quickly reciprocated it.
“If you want, I will gladly wait to have kids with you. I am more than happy it just being us for now, honestly,” James said sweetly.
“Thank you, James. I just need some more time to readjust to civilization. I feel a little lost,” you admitted.
“I know a little about how that feels, and I will help you the best I can,” he kissed your cheek. “Now about your nightmares. Please wake me when you have one. I am your husband, I want to know - I want to help you through them. Okay? We will talk about them or something if you want.”
You nodded and smiled. “I promise to wake you next time. Thank you, love.” You pulled James into a tight hug. At that moment both of your stomachs growled. You burst into laughter. James stood up and extended his hand to you.
“Come, Mrs. Conrad. We will eat and then go to bed.”
“Sounds delightful, Mr. Conrad. Lead the way,” you laughed.
Next morning:
James was woken by the early morning rays coming in through the curtains. He blinked his eyes open thinking his wife was already up. But to his delight, he found she was curled up right next to him. He smiled.
(James’ POV)
She looks so peaceful asleep. Just like an angel - my angel. I never thought I’d see her again. How I have missed sleeping next to her, feeling her against my body, so safe and warm. We’ll be alright. She will be alright. I know that now.
James caresses your cheek and you begin to wake up. “Morning, love,” he coos.
“Morning. How long have you been staring at me?” you ask.
“Not long enough.” James pulls you closer and you snuggle into him. “Shall we stay in bed or get some breakfast before we head out?”
You hum in response, eyes already closed again. He laughs at you.
“It seems you still aren’t a morning person,” he teases.
“And you still are...are you sure we can’t just stay here?”
James kisses your forehead and gets up. “Sorry angel, but no. Let’s go, lazybones. Get that cute backside of yours up.”
The car ride was too short. You started feeling nauseous and gripped the door. James sensed your nervousness and grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze. You looked over and gave him the best smile you could muster.
“Just breathe. It will be fine, Y/N. Trust me,” he encouraged. He parked the car in his parent’s driveway. “Ready?” You slowly nodded.
You walked to the front door and stood against the side of the house. You silently prayed the meeting would go well.
“Mum, Dad. Happy Christmas!” James sang out. You could hear the excitement in all three voices as felicitations were exchanged. “Is Fiona here?”
“James!” It’s so good to see you! I am so glad you are finally joining us this year,” your mom said.
You froze at her voice. You blinked back tears, you never thought you’d see or hear her again.
“Aren’t you going to come in, dear?” Fiona asked.
“Yes, but I have a surprise. It is mostly for you, Fiona, but a present for us all,” James smiled. “I, uh, found something on my most recent trip.” He angled his body towards you, his hand outstretched.
You took a breath, and took his hand and stepped towards him to face the audience. You smiled at your family. They were all frozen - too shocked to do or say anything.
“Hi, Mum.”
“Y/N, is it really you?” you nodded. She threw herself at you and hugged you like there was no tomorrow. You let loose the tears. Finally, she pulled back and you gave her a real smile this time.
James’ parents swooped in a gave you hugs too. They ushered you all inside and started asking questions all at once. You shrank back a little, too overwhelmed. Your husband came to the rescue.
“Mum why don’t we all sit down at the table and enjoy the food. We can ask questions later,” he urged.
The meal was delicious. You ate so much but enjoyed every bite. After dishes were cleared, everyone went to the living room. James sat on an overstuffed chair and pulled on his lap. He hugged your close and kissed the crook of your neck. You smiled and closed your eyes at the sensation. He nudged you with his nose, letting you know that he was there.
You told your family the story, leaving out the gory details that would have only worried them. Questions were asked and answered. You told them about Hank and the villagers. James filled in some details of his own story.
A while later, you had been filled in on everything you had missed over the last seven years. Suddenly, there was a knock at the front door. No one seemed to know who it could be. You turned to your husband who was trying to conceal a smile.
Alright Conrad, spill,” you demanded.
“Well, Mrs. Conrad, that is for you. One of your Christmas presents. Go open the door.”
Opening the door, you were met with a Merry Christmas. Your jaw dropped. You couldn’t believe who it was.
“You gonna let us in, Slugger?”
“Hank!” you shouted. You gave him a bear hug. Pulling away, you invited them in. “How? What?” you were shocked.
“Well, your husband here, invited us. Said you were having a rough time and thought you might need a familiar face.”
“I am so glad to see you, Hank.” you wiped your eyes. “Ugh, I have so much since I got home, it’s a wonder I still have water left inside me.” Everyone laughed.
You introduced Hank to your mom and James’ parents. Hank then introduced his wife and son.
“Let’s have dessert now,” Diane offered.
“That sounds wonderful,” Hank agreed.
“Seems you’re always showing up when there’s food, why is that?” you joked.
“It’s a gift, Slugger. What can I say?” he winked.
Everyone was talking and laughing. You needed a breather so you took a few plates to the kitchen. You stood at the sink and looked at your family and friends. You smiled. Lost in your own thoughts, you were brought back by two hands sneaking around your waist. You leaned back into James.
“I was worried about you, love. I didn’t know where you had gone,” he whispered in your ear.
“I needed a minute. And then I got caught up in watching our family all getting along.” You placed your hands over his. “Thank you, so much James.” You turned your head and kissed his lips.
“We do have a great family, don’t we?” You hummed in response.
You two stood there for a moment.
“James, I’ve been thinking,” you began. You turned to face him completely. His hands still resting on your waist. You fiddled with his shirt. “I don’t want to wait. I want to start a family now with you.”
“Are you sure, Y/N? You don’t have to make a decision now.”
You snaked your arms around his neck. “I am positive. I was just scared I would disappoint you again. But I know that with you by my side, we can face anything that comes our way.” You stood on your tip-toes and kissed his lips.
A voice from behind you interrupted your moment. “Excuse the interruption. I assume you told him then?”
You laughed and faced Hank. “I did...and you were right.”
Hank smiled. “Well, I think we’re gonna leave now. It’s been a long day for us.”
“Oh, ok,” you said. Um, are you staying for a bit?”
“Yeah, we are. We’ll see each other more, don’t worry kid.”
When the guests left, it was just you and James in the living room. You were sitting on his lap again.
You leaned in, “I was thinking we could start tonight,” you whispered in his ear. He raised his brow in shock. You laughed and bit your lip.
“Mum, we’re leaving now too,” he practically yelled. He leaped out of the chair and set you down, causing you to giggle.
As soon as the door closed behind you, James pushed you against it and attacked your lips. He couldn’t wait any longer. He deepened the kiss, pouring all the love and want for you into it. He pressed his body to yours and you moaned. You broke apart to catch your breaths, resting your forehead against his.
Happy Christmas, Y/N. I love you.”
“I love you too, James.”
He pecked your lips before picking you up and carried you upstairs.
A few months later…
“I have a present for you, love.” You smiled as you handed your husband a small package.
He shook the gift, trying to guess what it could be.
“Oh, just open it, Conrad.”
James ripped the paper off the box. He carefully opened the lid and frowned slightly at its contents. He held up a tiny pair of trainers. “Pretty sure these won’t fit, Y/N,” he said.
“You’re right.” You put your hand on your stomach. “But in another few months, they will.”
His eyes lit up. “Really?” he whispered. You nodded. James dropped the shoes, picked you up and spun you around. You laughed as he set you down. “Best present ever,” he said leaning down and kissed you.
“Happy birthday, James.”
“Thank you, love.”
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Professor Laufeyson
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Plot: Y/N must stay after class and receive her punishment from Professor Laufeyson
"Miss Y/L/N, please stay, I need to talk to you about your behavior." Y/N was about to leave the room together, with her friends, when she stopped in her tracks.
"That doesn't sound good. Good luck!" Y/B/F wished her before everyone, except Y/N, left the room. Y/N turned and walked back to Professor Laufeyson's desk. She leaned, resting her forearms on the desk, and looked at the professor as he wiped the board clean. Y/N had to admit that his even his back, was making her hot and wet.
"So professor, what did I do wrong?" Y/N asked anxiously. Professor Laufeyson turned around and met her gaze. Y/N's panties grew wetter with time alone with the professor.
"I can give you a list if you wish." The professor walked around the table and stood directly behind her. "The first reason is that you don't wear panties to class surrounded by horny teenage boys." His hand slowly ran down the fabric of Y/N's skirt to the edge of it. Professor Laufeyson pressed his whole body against Y/N's backside. Y/N felt the hard cock of him against her lower back, making her moan. She bit her lip to hold back the moan. Professor Laufeyson, with his free hand gave her a slap on her butt. "Don't you dare hold back your moans from me." His hand pulled up the fabric of her skirt and bunched it at her waist. He kissed the spot between her neck and her collarbone. Y/N threw her head back on the professor's shoulder. His hand slowly traveled up her thigh to the point that bound her legs together and made her crave the professor the most. Y/N tried to pull his hand to her pussy, but he refused. "Impatient girls don't get what they want." He continued to rub his cock against Y/N. His fingers pulled open her pucker and ran his middle finger over her wet pussy.
"Please, I need..." Just as Y/N uttered the words, Professor Laufeyson pushed his finger into her hole. "Oh my God, Professor Laufeyson..." She moaned as he pumped his middle finger in and out of her pussy. Soon one finger was not enough for Y/N. "Please, I need more." He added a second finger in her pussy and began pumping faster with his fingers in her pussy.
"You can't imagine how hard it is for me to see you with these guys flirting with you and know that it's my cock making your pussy wet and fucking you sore." He inserts a third finger into her tight pussy to prepare her for something much longer and thicker. "I want to put my cock inside you and mend you until you're just limp, so everyone knows whose you are."
"Then...do...it." Y/N moaned, hearing the zipper of his pants. "Put this cock in me." Y/N felt his cock against her ass. Professor Laufeyson pushed her against the desk and pressed his cock against her hole. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and licked it clean. Professor Laufeyson moaned at the taste of her. Y/N wiggled and tried to push his cock into her. Professor Laufeyson slapped her bare bottom.
"I decide when I fuck you. Got it?" He asked and Y/N agreed with a hum. Professor Laufeyson thrust into her tight pussy in one quick, powerful thrust. The thrust was so powerful that it forced the air out of her lungs. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of her, except for the tip, and thrust back into her just as quickly.
"Oh my God, Loki." Moaned Y/N as he pumped faster and harder into her. Without a pause in his thrusts, he pounded her ass hard.
"What do you call me?" He pulled her back against his torso and whispered hotter in her ear.
"P-Professor Laufeyson." His thrusts became harder and when he pushed against her G-spot, Y/N clenched around his cock. It was almost impossible for him to move inside her. He repeatedly slammed his cock against her G-spot and Loki felt, as Y/N tightened around him, that she would come around his cock in a few seconds. Loki put his hand around her neck and squeezed lightly. Y/N was breathing heavily as he pushed all of his cock into her and his cock pressed against her cervix.
"Cum for me, my little slut." Her body stiffened as she orgasmed and cum all over her professor's cock. Loki pulled his, still hard, cock out of her and turned her over on the table. "You don't think we're done yet, do you? I said I'd fuck you until you went limp." Professor Laufeyson smiled mischievously as he put her legs over his shoulder and pushed his cock back into Y/N's pussy. Y/N opened her eyes wide as she felt the sudden intrusion into her pussy, barely down from her first orgasm. He opened her blouse and pulled her breasts out of her bra. Loki continued to thrust hard into her pussy, each of his thrusts knocking the air from her lungs. Professor Laufeyson took the nipple of her left breast into his mouth and sucked on it. His other hand kneaded the other breast as if it were dough. "If your parents only knew that their little girl was letting her professor fuck her on his desk like a little slut." As he talked dirty to her like that she squeezed around his cock, "You like that don't you? When I fuck you like a slut or?" Y/N blushed. Loki thrust hard into her pussy and Y/N gasped. He stopped pumping into her. "Answer me!"
"Yes, I love it when you fuck me like a slut, now fuck me! Please!" Y/N replied and Professor Laufeyson thrust harder into her again. She tightened around his cock again, but before she could come Loki pulled his cock out of her. Before Y/N could protest his mouth was on her pussy and he began to lick her. Her hands pulled at his black hair. He sucked on her clit and pushed two of his fingers into her pussy. She tightened again and stiffened as she came over her professor's face. A knock on the door startled them both. Y/N hurried under the desk that shielded her from his eyes. Loki pulled up his pants without tucking his cock back and sat down on the chair in front of Y/N.
"Come in!" He combed his fingers through his hair. Y/N looked hungrily at his hard cock.
"Professor Laufeyson, sorry to bother you." Y/N recognized the voice, it was Kimberly. She rolled her eyes, knowing Kimberly was here to make a pass at Loki. Y/N took his cock in her hand and took his tip in her mouth.
"What can I help with?" Loki seemed tense. Y/N took more of his cock into her mouth.
"I was going to ask if they had the grades from the exams yet." Y/N licked his cock and Loki pushed her head down further so she could take more of him into her mouth.
"Miss Brown... Let's... let's talk about this tomorrow." Y/N stroked his balls with her hands. Kimberly tried to protest. "Get out of here now!" Kimberly ran out of the auditorium. When she was gone Loki pulled Y/N out from under the table. "You little bitch, embarrassing me like that in front of one of my students." He pushes her down on the seat with her knees and bent her over the chair. Loki kicked her legs apart before thrusting into her unexpectedly, taking her at a fast pace that she would still feel him inside her for the next week. He gave her a hard slap on her ass. "Is this what you wanted? For me to fuck you so hard?" She tightened around his cock. Loki moaned and he knew they were both about to cum. He thrust into her hard a few more times as she came all over his cock. At the same moment he shot his cum into her tight pussy. He leaned on her back as they both tried to catch their breath. "I love you, Y/N." He pulled his cock out of her and his cum flowed down her thigh.
"I love you too." Y/N turned to him and kissed him briefly on his lips. They both drew silence again. When they were both reasonably neat again, he leaned down to her stomach.
"I can't wait for you to be born. My little princess." He kissed her belly, which was not yet visible.
"A girl?" Y/N smiled and Loki agrees with a Hum.
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