#captain conrad x ofc
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・ Conrad x ofc 3
‣ warnings: 18+ dark themes, smutty, dub/con, past trauma, mentions of domestic abuse, dom/sub, language
Conrad and Louise are interrupted at the cascades and protocol Viper is executed. Dirty secrets get revealed on both sides and someone leaves...
“Captain? Captain?“ a deep yell weaved past the many trees, slapping against the splashing cascades. Wilson’s agitated voice harshly interrupted whatever moment Louise and the Captain were having.
Conrad was quick to turn around, his broad muscled shoulders pushing Louise, making her feet slip on the wet ground.
“He’s coming. Go. Hide” he hissed, not caring about the gravelly pitch he was no longer keeping at bay for her. As if a strong switch within his mind was flipped.
But Louise was unsure if it happened due to her in retrospect quite tactless question or Wilson’s arrival. Her limbs hurt, vocal cords grunted when she stood up to follow the direction of Conrad’s signaling nod to the left.
Would Wilson really dare to come near with Conrad’s clothes scattered on the path?
Actually, she didn’t care.
“Captain? I have news” his sober as always voice crept through the soaking lianas covering the young lieutenant’s body in green.
“Did they find him?” Conrad immediately shot back, his tone rather a threat than an actual question.
Why was he in such a hurry to finish things off here, Louise wondered, rubbing her ankle that was luckily cooled by the cold, clear water. She hasn’t been on such outback missions before however, still knew that an infection or massive swelling had major consequences.
“Miller and Joán spotted him. We need you to execute protocol viper, Captain“.
Louise's nails dug deeper in her muscular calves, brain immediately flipping the pages of the missions protocols. 'Viper' was the final thrill, the main course of this mission and the big crescendo.
All in one.
“I will be right back. Ready the men, Miller looks fucked up already” he snarled through suddenly pesky splashing water.
His cocky mouth commanding with such a military coldness was painfully familiar to Louise, something she grew up with but there was one major divergence. One that kept her in place, knee-deep in the dirtier water
Conrad’s muscular frame rotated again, the semi erect cock sitting proudly enthroned between his thick thighs.
Louise shuddered the second her sore throat reminded her of how close he had been only a minute ago. How she found herself victim to a twisted consciousness.
Why the hell did she suck him… just like that?
Louise didn’t know and the fresh memories chewed on her grandeur. It would never happen again, the young woman spoke to herself like reciting a masochist mantra.
A ridiculous second later, her eyes were once again drawn to the defined ridges that formed his Adonis belt. Rare was a man with such beautiful physique and Louise had a curious nature to herself.
“Jackson, come out“ his moderated baritone weaved past the green before her soaked legs carried her out of the makeshift lair.
The young woman suddenly shuddered under his oceanic stare, her delicate arms slowly rising to cover her breasts. Very much to the irritation of her Captain who wasn't new to her anatomy anymore.
“Are you cold?“ she stopped, froze on the spot at the grain of affection in his military tone. Could he truly care about her after using the twisted areas of her mind that were utterly poisoned by the handsome man?
“Are you?“ she snapped, unsure how to react to such unexpected tenderness.
Louise's hazel gaze nervously switched between Conrad and the unique nature surrounding them. Until, however, she was glued to his manhood again, completely fazed by the happenings of the last quarter hour.
Her small nose scrunched for a second as her mind mulled over how she had even been capable of taking him in. Conrad was huge, wide and most of all relentless.
“No need to be a bitch. Get dressed and the fuck back to the camp“.
Nope, she thought, this man was indeed a mysterious kaleidoscope with crimson dominating his play.
What a pitty that red was her favorite color...
Louise wanted to protest when Conrad had told her to stay. But deep down the woman knew she would have most likely been a massive obstacle to the smooth flow of the mission.
Nevertheless, biding her time at the quite boring campsite with no one she liked around was a living hell. Taking a bottle of some red juice in one of the supply crests, she suddenly heard two male voices.
How convenient that the few idiots keeping watch had some tea to spill. The exact flavor Louise needed more of, needed to dive into and
Nearing them discreetly under the pretense of taking some photos of the breathtaking nature, Louise's ears were sharpened and ready to learn more.
“He's so fucking tense lately“ Wilson noted shaking his curly head.
“God, ya right. His bitch wasn't even ugly, bet a good lay“.
The young woman's brows furrowed in disgust, the wish to just leave growing steadily. 'Maybe there's something useful hiding in their dull minds' she thought forcing her skittish legs to hold position.
“You're talking about the Captain's wife, man. Guard your tongue or he'll cut it out“.
The other soldier chuckled amusedly, the hue of knowing something Wilson didn't sprawling in his husky voice.
“I heard them talking on the phone this morning, man“
Louise instantly stiffened, her subtle strides and squats to feign actual photographing lost their naturalness. They were still talking?
Of course they were.
“...she tabled that abuse thing again. “
The what?
Conrad was a domestic abuser?
Louise began to shake, feeling like a high rise had dropped down on her as the world began to spin. She was attracted to a man who hit a woman... she gave him head.
The young woman felt unwell, suddenly feeling her pulse point weaken. A last feeble “shit“ made it past her dry lips when she realized it was not the fucked up information that made her faint.
“Jackson?! Louise, wha-“ was the last noise she took in before hitting the ground, soft and comfortable unlike the syncope she tumbled in.
Rubbing her throat nervously, Louise's hazel eyes were still glassy as she looked around.
A soft breeze entered Conrad's tent brushing her wet skin like a good morning kiss in the afternoon. The last orange rays of sunshine resembled the few ginger strands in her hair as she got up, realizing it wasn't her own bed she had slept in.
Damning herself for drinking something unlabeled; a stupidity that could've brought her six feet under, Louise wanted nothing more than to leave.
Leave the tent of a sinister abuser she would probably allow to touch every inch of her body. Clenching her jaw the pictures of his tongue swirling around her nipples or his hand on her ass proofed she had already given him some kind of permission.
But the suave ways he began to occasionally unfold in her presence and as she saw now also his tent spoke a different volume.
Everything was neatly organized, even a few flowers lingered in a makeshift vase and a few personal things were spilled on a small table.
Not quite was you would expect from a mindless monster.
Nonetheless, her narrowed eyes couldn't help but continue scanning his stuff for something. Anything. Louise was unsure what she was really hoping to find as the woman snooped in her Captain's private tent.
'Come on. Give me anything' she muttered to herself, freezing on the spot as dull footsteps rushed past on the right.
And then she found it; a vintage compass with obviously labelled needles.
A beautiful piece she thought, her mind slipping off to her usual job and the contrasting high tech navigation systems she was trained to blindly read.
Curious hands picked it up, flipping and twisting the damp metal until the needles held still, letters on full display for her hazel gaze to inspect.
<; Ava Conrad > the one needle read. His wife's name.
The young woman felt helpless, unsure if it was pity what she should feel for Ava whereas the twisted part of her mind was...jealous?
Shaking her head violently, Louise tried to ban this unreasonable emotion. Jealousy was natural but surely not in this case.
Hell, she would never want a husband who carried on the legacy of her family...
< Forever yours > the second needle read before the man's voice she was currently hoping to hear least of all thundered outside.
Suddenly panting like crazy Louise scurried back on the bed, acting as innocent as possible with eyes still veiled by fresh fear.
“How are you, Jackson?“ Conrad asked as demurely as always before he snapped in either good or bad.
The woman struggled with looking at him while his analyzing gaze was eating her up, lurking for any reaction to interpret.
“Go- Good, I guess“ she stammered, finally hoisting her eyes, a darker shade of brown than usual.
The Captain wore this fever dream of a tight blue shirt, pushed up by his defined biceps when he crossed arms so weirdly accusing.
“In your file was nothing about an allergy to blackberries though“ he mused with this hoarse tone; a testament to the straining hours of executing protocol Viper.
Louise inhaled sharply, her knuckles turning white from the tension. And from holding his compass she had been unable to put back in time.
She stayed silent causing the predator of a man to circle her in a caging half moon of long strides.
“Open“
“What?“
“I said open“ he snapped, reaching out for her right arm when she flinched heavily, almost falling off the hard bed.
Conrad's gaze was suddenly painted by irritation, his steel blues menacingly narrowed and jaw clenched tightly.
“What did you do to Ava?“ Louise whispered to keep his privacy.
Why was beyond her knowledge. Men like him deserved nothing more than to be scolded and punished, not another woman to protect him.
His Adam's bobbed in disappointment as the Captain took a step back, the beautiful tan on his sharp cheeks giving way to a strange ivory.
The exhale took long, weighed heavy in the tense silence full of unasked questions and unspoken accusations.
Little did Louise know the half-heartedly discovered secrets were mutual.
“You have five seconds to hand back the fucking compass, Jackson“ Conrad rasped, looking up from the floor to pierce her deranged expression.
Biting her lip until it tore, Louise skittishly threw him the object of unsolved desire.
Only for the tall blonde to not catch it.
“I spoke to your father after they told me you had collapsed“ he began, nearing the shaking woman once again without a grain of resistance.
Now it was the young soldier whose face lost all kind of control and color. But not because he was close. Never because he neared.
“I- you what?“
“Mais non. C'est pas possible, he said“ Conrad's words felt like napalm contrasting with the sheer beauty of his voice delivering accent free French.
She was fucked and she knew it, averting her gaze from the man's strong pecks now practically colliding with her delicate cheek.
A veiny hand pumping intrigued blood flew across her arm, up to her collarbones that were still bruised from his hungry suckling days ago.
It all made sense to him now; her interest in Ava, the flinch when he came closer, the mistrust in her gorgeous eyes.
But James did not want that at all. It hurt to have this so very special woman think about him that wrong way.
“I can explain“ Louise offered with a voice as fragile as a young petal of an orchid.
The tall man sighed deeply, feeling the sting of his lungs as he fought to empty them completely. To retract any oxygen from his seething blood.
“There is one difference between us, Jackson... You just claim to know me while I actually know you“.
Louise felt her muscles wildly spasm, her head spinning with the richness of Conrads' voice and the fucked up meaning of his words.
She felt lost, helpless and still afraid. But also shamelessly drawn to the athletic Captain and sorry for Ava. It was a cocktail of toxins surging through her veins and mingling with errant hormones.
A drop of blood landed on her white top coaxing Conrad's pointer to gently wipe her torn lip.
“I told him you caused me no trouble“ he whispered, the notorious hue of tenderness returning to the man she had never thought would hurt someone outside of his duty.
But what truly let Louise's heart pump faster was the look in his blue eyes.
The man whose reputation was known as cold and efficient had acted knowingly as he talked to her dad. Probably, if she was lucky, Conrad had spared her from ugly happenings.
“Why did you do that?“
Squelching noises escaped his velvet looking lips as he pulled them in a strict, emotionless-looking line.
“Like I said. I know you, Louise. Or should I rather call you-“
“Captain? The whirlybird is on approach“ Wilson yelled past the tent, causing his boss to back off and eye the young woman with a rich expression she couldn't figure out.
The transport was for her, she knew it within a mere second of brushing his oceanic glance. It resembled the Atlantic the most she thought.
“I'm very sorry for the inconveniences I've caused“ she eventually muttered, the sentence sounding well practiced.
As if frequently used.
When her discouraged steps reached the exit of the tent, head hanging low Conrad had faced the compass that looked pretty well placed in all the dirt though.
The silent “You better be“ scarred the young woman's heart when she finally left the camp that meant so many memories with Captain James Conrad starring as leading role.
translation; Mais non. C'est pas possible. - No, that's impossible
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Title: LaSiren
Author: @wickednerdery
Fandom: Kong: Skull Island
Pairing/character: Captain James Conrad/OFC
Rating: Teen
Summary: “You’re not what I expected.”
Notes: Because I’ve been dying to write one of my OCs and finally thought of something that would work and not interfere with future submissions lol! Also, yay, I finally wrote a new fanfic and, haha, consider this my way of celebrating Tom’s birthday, I guess. There’s some violence and blood, but nothing too extreme really.
Conrad’s breath stalls, the air stills, as the woman turns to him. “You’re not what I expected.”
Lips part in smile that reveals small fangs. “We never are.”
“We?”
It steps away from the bloody shore, back towards the jungles he emerged from. “Are you here to kill me?”
“My mission is to observe and report.”
“And then?” Up close her skin is pale with a strange shimmer, like a snake fresh from the water, when the light strikes at an angle. Tongue flicks across lips. “You’re scared.”
“I’m alert.”
Eyes soften, brighten. “Is it because I’m a woman or because I’m not what I seem.”
“You need leave this place.” He orders, then offers. “Hunt somewhere else.”
She steps forward, he steps back. “Cities are too busy and islands filled with tourists...” Her attention drifts off into foliage. “It was easier in the beginning. When people didn’t question the cause or nature of death. Now everything is investigated, everything must be uncovered.” Eyes lock back to his. “Occupied and civilized.”
He cannot say why he cares - perhaps it is because she looks so human - but he’s compelled to warn. “After my report, this becomes a capture mission. Kill, if you fight.”
“That a fact, soldier?”
“I’m not a soldier.” Not any more.
“And I’m not a damsel.” She steps forward, he stands firm. “This is my home.”
“I can find you another.”
“Can you?”
He thinks on the hallowed grounds where Kong may still roam, but holds back. “Give me forty-eight hours.”
“Then what?”
“Then do what you need to, defend yourself.”
James is surprised she lets him go, unsurprised his employers seem only too happy to move ahead. What he senses is mercy, they read as weakness. If it will hear a man out rather than destroy him, it can easily be moved, taken. The former captain warns this is a mistake, but they dismiss him. Diplomacy not an option, the man shifts tactics.
At nightfall the next day he slips from base camp back into the jungles. He retraces steps, but finds no signs of her. Perhaps she’s taken his advice already, slipped away, but senses tell him no. That she is not so easily made to run.
Something stirs to his left, stalking him, and Conrad begins a steady backtrack. He hears it breathing, closing in, and halfway between darkness and civilization it lunges. He’s able to fire shots before the jaguar makes contact. Claws gash shoulder, dig in, before being torn free in another direction. James lands on his back, weapon in the brush, as blood pours. He tries to sit up, reach for gun, but his position in the world wavers before it goes dark in a wail.
Coated in blood she stands over him, holding him, as he floats on the tides. “You’re wounded.” Her voice is soft, but grip strong. Inescapable. “Don’t move.” Muscles shudder in pain so that reality starts to slip from him again. She leans down, jaw unhinges, and there’s flash of fangs...but no pain. Only a rush of calm, peace, and heaviness of the body.
He wakes on the shore, bloody shirt folded in lap, wound now closed. Conrad groans soreness, but not pain, as he forces himself to sit up. There is nothing to greet him but the dawn. At slow pace and with delicate steps he makes his way back to camp.
Base camp is all but cleaned out, abandoned, with no occupants and debris scattered across the grounds. Conrad scans carefully, catching hints at the reality of things. Smears of deep red, drag marks, things smashed that should be handled with care. Survivors unlikely; they didn’t stand a chance.
Movement from the mess tent brings rifle at the ready. “Show yourself.” It’s a command, despite voice shaking in wary weariness.
She steps out only enough to be seen, keeping to the shadows early day provides. “I told you, Conrad, this is my home.”
“You know my name.” This registers before all else. This being knows his name, without him giving it. Without him having clear identifiers on his person. What else does it know?
“You’ve been kind to me, thank you for that.”
“I had twenty-four more hours.” The rest registers. “You killed them all.”
Her smile is soft, her approach carefully skirting direct sunlight. “I am not a native that can be relocated. I was here before you came, I’ll be here long after.”
Conrad takes deep breath. “They won’t stop, you know. Even if this business backs out, others will take their place. Then there’s the scientists, governments...”
The woman is on him in a second, weight crushing him despite a small frame. “Let them come. Let them meet the same end as the others.” He should be afraid, but remains confident she will not end him as she did the rest. “This is my home. If you come with a crew again, I will consider you a trespasser.”
“And if I come alone?”
Reptilian eyes fade, gaze softens. “My name is Renata.”
I don’t know guys, I’ve been working on my undead OC babies for submissions, etc, and this shit just popped in my head, lol!! I made the first gif off two I found on Google, all others selected from Tumblr gif search results. LaSiren is from a Haitian myth - I just imagined that’s what the locals might’ve called Renata without having ever seen her, only evidence of her by the shores and word-of-mouth stories from survivors.
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Special thanks to @shiningloki, @just-the-hiddles and @poetic-fiasco for helping me figure out a title. It worked out in the end, trust me, hehehe.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Kong: Skull Island (2017), Tom Hiddleston - Fandom, Kong: Skull Island (2017) RPF
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Tom Hiddleston/Original Female Character(s), Tom Hiddleston/Reader, Tom Hiddleston & Original Female Character(s), Tom Hiddleston/Original Character(s), Tom Hiddleston/Original Female Character(s) of Color, Tom Hiddleston/You, Tom Hiddleston & Reader, Tom Hiddleston & Original Female Character(s) of Color, Tom Hiddleston & You, Tom Hiddleston & Original Character(s), James Conrad/Original Female Character(s), James Conrad/Reader, James Conrad/You, James Conrad/Original Character(s)
Characters: Tom Hiddleston, James Conrad, Preston Packard, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s)
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Summary:
James Conrad and Ameena Joanes are stranded on an uncharted island. They work together to overcome each adversity the island throws at them. How will they respond to exposure to a foreign aphrodisiac plant?
Preview:
Kong wasn’t the only big thing on that island, and there was a new king of the jungle. Ameena could attest, first hand.
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Nauseous ~James Conrad~
Summary: You and James have history 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.
Warnings: None really maybe a little bit of angst? It is the scene where they face off with the storm and Kong?
“Slivko. You must be kidding me?” you uttered as the young soldier turned and smirked back at you. You carried your various camera bags, slung over both shoulders.
“Have a problem with flying?” he questioned, as you stared at the helicopters on the deck, the ominous and dark clouds creeping closer.
Insanity was what this was. Insanity.
You then proceeded to glare at Mills who was laughing rather boisterously next to you.
“Y/N, you’ll be fine.” he reassured as you followed both of them towards the chopper.
“I don’t have a problem with flying, just a problem with directly flying into a storm.” you stated and they both laughed, slipping into their own seats. But you couldn’t prevent the eye roll from escaping you as your orbs landed on Captain James Conrad.
You slid into your seat and muttered under your breath, “Oh of course.”
“Good morning to you as well Y/N.” he smirked.
You flashed him a plastic smile as you tightened your seatbelt.
You didn’t particularly like him- he was a complete know it all and a flirt. He thought because he had nice eyes, beautifully carved muscles, a jaw line that was bound to slice if touched and because he knew his way around a gun every girl would swoon over him.
“Keep Dreaming” you had once said to him, in the Venezuelan rainforest, when he started with you, and he had proceeded to your colleague.
You had worked with him many times in the past and this is how you’ve come to dislike him rather passionately. Because one you were stubborn and two it was James ‘Know It All’ Conrad.
You saw it, how he loved the attention of these girls and you weren’t going to be one of them.
On your first assignment you were working as a photojournalist and you were send to Uganda and Rwanda to photograph the interactions between gorillas and the traditional tribes and how they still co-existed with each other.
And Captain James Conrad was the individual who directed your expedition.
That journey was very interesting, he saw you in a light not most people get to you see you in.
Desperate, exhausted and sick.
You shivered at the thought. You had picked up some sort of parasitical infection the third day into hiking and you became very sick. Barely being able to walk a few steps before feeling faint and throwing up all of the contents that your stomach allowed.
He was all in all immensely considerate and helped you- more than you would’ve liked to admit the entire trip through.
But all you could recall was the flirting with your colleague as you were literally throwing up on the side of the track.
“How have you been?” he questioned, tightening his own belt.
“I’ve been great.” you smirked and he shook his head.
“I see nothing has changed.” he declared.
“You bet.” you stated.
“At least your not throwing up.” he stated and your head snapped to him. You lifted your eyebrow as his eyes laughed,
“-yet.”
“You are very funny James.” you retorted and he smiled.
“You should know that by now what is this? Our 4th expedition together?.” he cockily stated as you shook your head.
“It looks like it.” you managed over the drone of the choppers.
Suddenly Slivko turned,
“Buckle up.” he yelled over the noise that the chopper was making. You nodded but you were already strapped in.
“This is insanity, you know that!” you yelled to James.
“A little adventure wouldn’t kill you Y/L/N” he crooned and you swallowed heavily as you felt the chopper shift, preparing for the lift.
“Hold on!” Slivko yelled and you glanced at James who was smiling at Slivko.
“To what?” you yelled back and they burst into laughter.
“Oh shit.” your voice came as the chopper shifted again.
“I love this kid.” James voice echoed and you shook your head dismissing him.
Then the lift came. Your stomach lifted to your throat as you instinctively closed your eyes and gripped onto the seat.
“C’mon Y/L/N, don’t tell me this scares you? You’ve braved cannibalistic tribes in the Amazon, literally have thrown yourself in the line of fire in the Gaza Strip and you have contracted a deadly parasitical virus that should’ve killed you. You can’t possibly be scared?” James taunted.
Your eyes opened and it met his smiling eyes and his know it all expression.
“I don’t have time for this-” but before you continued an unexpected drop made you seize all action and clench onto whatever was solid, and close enough to reach. But ‘it’ squeezed back.
You had instinctively grabbed onto James’ hand and boy, oh, boy was he loving it.
“We are going to be okay” he called over the noise of the storm swirling outside, my eyes opened briefly, as he leaned forward to ask Slivko something.
“Y/L/N, if you want to throw up we have barf bags.” his voice came and your eyes shot open in fury.
“Listen, don’t you see what is going on around us. We are flying directly into a storm. This shit is crazy, as in bat-shit crazy. We are going to die, we don’t even know if this goddammed Island is on the other side!” You called out, as the chopper dropped again.
“Your not going to die Y/N, I promise. We’ll make it out of this.” he reassured and you nodded slightly- barely.
The roughness of the ride picked up its pace. The storm tugging violently at the chopper, playing with it like a rag doll. Bullets of sweat drizzled down Slivko’s neck as their Captain barked orders over the radio.
You squeezed violently onto James’ hand but it seemed that he didn’t mind.
But as soon as the unbearable panic rose in your chest, it suddenly disappeared. Sun light filled the chopper and the angry and violent wind was suddenly gone, a friendly breeze whipping your hair around.
A cheerful cry burst from Slivko and you turned to look at James.
“I should’ve bet on it.” he retorted and you quickly let go of his hand.
“Okay Cap, you finally figured it out. Something I’m scared of feel free to use this as a taunting mechanism instead of the throwing up incident.”
He chuckled, “But that is the best one, you know Y/L/N, it was constant”
You leaned forward allowing your foot to dangle over the edge of the chopper as you rolled your eyes at James who was chuckling deeply.
The beauty of the lush forest beneath you captivatingly beautiful. The island was truly amazing, out of this world as it was decorated with different peaks, summits and heights of the rock lighting an excitement within you like no other.
“Have you ever seen anything like this James?” you breathed, your camera clicking away at not only the island but the fast birdlife that was swerving in the air. When no reply came, you turned to see what the Captain was doing and you smiled slightly.
He was staring intently at the forestry beneath him as a small smile splayed on his lips but before you could utter a word the radio cut you off the boys’ officer barking orders.
As the choppers split up it left you all isolated and defenceless. You wanted to protest but James warning glance told you not to bother- not with them. It was not until they started dropping the scientific contraptions that mimicked violent and destructive bombs it was clearly damaging to the pristine environment but it pissed something off, something big, angry and dangerous.
“James!” you called out as his head snapped to you.
“What the hell is that?” you questioned seeing the outline of a monstrous creature towering in front of you. Eye level with the chopper. James mouth hung agape but before he could respond the horror got worse, more life threatening.
A palm tree flew like a spear straight through the helicopter that hovered next to you sending it pummelling to the ground along with all of its passengers. Your helicopter flew to dodge the paws of the creature pulling the other helicopters from the sky like toys.
Your eyes landed on James as his jaw tensed, trying to think of a logical plan but when you turned back to the outside you wished desperately you hadn’t.
“No!” you yelled out as you saw bodies falling from mid-air and flames licking away at the destroyed helicopters on the ground but the creature, the enormous gorilla was relentless and brutal in its approach.
“Pull out!” James called out, “Pull out!”
But Slivko turned, “I don’t take orders from you.”
Your eyes fumed with anger.
“Slivko we are going to die! Pull out and listen to him!” you angrily called out but it was too late. Those massive, pus yellow eyes connected with your helicopter and its hans clasped around the helicopter sending it plummeting to the earth.
You felt James’ hand find yours in the spiralling mess. He pulled you tightly to his chest, the misplacement of equipment allowing your closeness. Your face nestled in his neck.
“Hold on to me.” he whispered distracting you from the ominous and frightening whistle of the helicopter spiralling out of control, and before Slivko could yell anything, you knew you had already braced for the impact. In the chaos you looked up to James and his eyes connected with yours.
Terror and fear was all that you saw and you knew there was a slim chance that you were going to get out of this- alive.
“Brace for impact!” Slivko yelled out as our bodies were slung in different directions. James’ gripped tightened around your frame but it was too late.
You thought about James’ slender fingers gripping you tightly to his body, the small amount of safeness that was left in that dammed helicopter was in his arms and he chose you to be there. The helicopter came to a halt as the dull thud echoed through earth. The naked flames surrounded you as the heat licked at your bare skin. Everything was a blur that eventually turned dark.
“Y/N!” A voice called but it sounded distant as if it was behind a wall of water. You noticed you were in complete darkness. Tearing your eyes open, the blurry vision of the world around you slowly came into focus. A person was towering over you as you felt softness surround your body.
“Y/N c’mon darling!” a voice yelled much clearer pulling you from your unconsciousness. Your eyes opened wide as you gasped for air.
“There you go, sweetheart.” James’ voice filled your ears as you coughed at the fresh air that filled your lungs. He slowly eased you upright rubbing circles slowly on your back. You had been carried a few metres away from the burning helicopter and laid down on the soft grass to recover from your terrible landing.
Slivko stood a few metres away from you pacing but as soon as he registered your movement he halted.
“Thank God.” he breathed, allowing a stiff breath to escape his body. Mills was trying to get the remote communication system working your eyes wandered to James. He smiled slightly and nodded.
“We need to salvage as much as we can from the chopper Slivko. We need to keep moving. We don’t know what the hell else is on this island.” James ordered, retreating from his kneeling position next to you.
You grabbed onto his arm and he immediately kneeled once more.
“Y/N?” he questioned worry lacing his facial expression. His hand cupped your face.
“Don’t leave me, please.” you breathed a splitting headache cutting through your head. His blue-green eyes enveloping your own, his other hand gently placed on your shoulder.
“I wouldn’t leave you even if someone paid me to Y/N. My promise still stands, we are going to make it off this island alive.” he reassured removing his hand from your cheek to squeeze both your shoulders tightly as you nodded.
“We both are” his voice adamantly informed.
“Plus who am I going to annoy if you die on all of our future missions together?” he questioned sarcastically hoisting you carefully from the ground allowing you to slowly find your feet.
“Life”
“Threatening”
“Situation”
You breathed indicating around you, he chuckled deeply.
“And there it is, there is the Y/N, I know” he chuckled. You shook your head silently as you started wandering around the crash site to salvage anything that might’ve survived.
“Hey” James called. You quickly turned to see where he had kneeled and picked a few things up.
“What James?” you persisted in slight annoyance
“You hit your head pretty hard, you most likely concussed yourself, so if at any point you feel...” he started, lifting a barf bag high in the air,
“Nauseous you need to tell me”
You rolled your eyes as a chuckle escaped from James as he turned and continued to pick up stray bits and pieces. This was going to be a whole new level of danger and crazy but Captain James Conrad equalled that and you couldn’t be more thankful that he was here.
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Conrad x ofc 5
warnings: 18+ dub/con smut, slap in the face, Ava (whole warning herself) - dark themes
Yvonne tries to find some peace around the mansion but Conrad follows her. Bodies yearn for one another and true feelings slowly drop the heavy veil of being a possibility…
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“Leave me alone“ Yvonne huffed turning away from where Conrad almost effortlessly pushed the elevator doors open.
Right now, she couldn't deal with him nor all the trouble he had and still meant. A freezing shiver twirled around her naked arms, dragging goosebumps along and making her bare those white teeth. Her father would surely punish her if he found out what was happening...
Ava's presence alone was vexing him enough, nudging him towards using his younger daughter as voodoo puppet as soon as they were in private again.
“Hmm...“ Conrad hummed, his lips reddened from the expensive Bordeaux her dad had sponsored. Swaggering closer with both arms extended and tracking the handrail on his left and right, Yvonne's hazel molten within his intimidating blues.
She gasped, shied away from his tall frame as his rock hard chest was brushing her breasts.
“We- we are not on the field, Conrad. You can't tell m-me what to do“ the small blonde feigned a proud point of view, clenching her lazily hanging hands into weak fists. God, she would never try to hit him. Violence had never been Yvonne's cup of tea thus her fingers relaxed again, pressing against her thighs instead.
A potent, masculine chuckle drowned the closing elevator doors out. She began to freeze, but it was the hot tension radiating from Captain Conrad that kept her in a fever.
“I'm just trying to talk, Yvonne. I'm not your father“ he said with a stern smirk, leaning his heavy torso on both arms that still lingered on the handrails.
Even now that the tall man leaned down, Yvonne couldn't meet his eye level. The situation was a crucial dealer and Conrad held his Royal Flush proudly.
Her throat tightened as she swallowed hard, eventually submitting to his simmering dominance. The young woman in her tight orange dress had nothing much to oppose anyway.
Yet, her mouth, the part of her body that spoke so cheekily to Conrad was addictively keen on his reaction instead.
“And I'm not Ava“ she snapped.
With a sharp hiss Conrad withdrew his hands, pinning a panting Yvonne against the elevator wall in a swift move. His pinkish tongue darted out, licking those lips only a few painful few inches from her. And he did it like a man starving, his steel blues wandering from her face down to her exposed cleavage.
“You're damn right“ he growled, lowering his head to inhale her scent and drag the tip of his nose across her neck. The few loose strands of blonde hair that had escaped the updo were quickly bit und tugged at by pearl white teeth.
Yvonne's breathing intensified, spiraling in the spinning dance of having the man of her dirty dreams so close again. Nearly where she dreamt of having him for three long months.
She closed her eyes, felt his vice-like grip that surely would leave bruises around her wrists loosening a sugary bit before he took her hand, guiding and conducting it to run down the curves of her own body. Expecting to stiffen, the young woman's breath hitched from how incredibly sinful it felt. How desirable this man made her feel.
Then, suddenly, he pulled her hand, twisted it and pressed it against his clothed crotch.
Hazel hues in her widened eyes sparkled with sexual confusion when she felt he was rock hard underneath her meek touch. Wanton masculinity wrapped in too many layers of luxurious fabric.
Yvonne's own foggy mind weirdly forced her fingers to squeeze him harder. A sensation that instantly branded her mind.
Even though it might have been Ava's doing, she mused with a light drop of her surprised smile. The exact gorgeous smile Conrad would go too far for.
Hell, in his mind he already did countless times.
“She made you hard...“ Yvonne breathed, tilting her head as Conrad's tongue licked a thick, decadent stripe along her hammering pulse point. However, she continued stroking him through that cream dress pants that suited him almost illegally fine.
He could have been a wealthy CEO or a traveling business man or even an actor on the red carpet.
But no, he was Ava's husband after all.
Agonizingly slow, making sure to brush her delicate cheeks with his wetted lips, the athletic Captain shook his head.
“This is all for you... For you alone“ he growled in the blonde woman's ear, drawing a small but unequivocal moan from her rosy lips. She sounded like an angel to him, the sweetest melody life had to offer and so very unlike his wife.
Loosing control over his body, Conrad's hips wantonly bucked against her hand, his teeth sinking deep in her neck, eliciting more whimpers and incoherent stammering.
“James... Yo-you're married. S-Stop“ she pleaded, debilitated arms trying to push the tall man away whose cologne smelled musky with a fine note of sandalwood and mingling with the heady flavour of pure desire.
“Say that again, darling“.
“What?“
“My name... It sounds so perfect coming out of our mouth“ he goaded her growing lust, the indirect dominance in his play with words caging her to stay. Voluntarily or not, Conrad always hit her weak spot, tickled that masorchist alley of Yvonne's mind that was so damn reactive to his demeanor.
“James“ she whispered, softly biting his earlobe.
God, it vexed her common sense to have opened her eyes and take in the sight of his back's reflection in the opposite mirror; broad with sharply defined muscles mercilessly straining the cream fabric.
Memories of how perfect his naked body looked, how ethereal under the splashing cascades with his proud cock lurking beneath those juicy thighs shot into Yvonne's mind. She moaned again, beginning to forget herself in his demanding hands.
It was all so wrong.
Hot tears begged to stream down her face, tears that were already prickling on her agitated skin. She felt like under high voltage.
“Do you trust me, Yvonne?“ was Conrad's only reaction to seeing her beautiful eyes reddening. A crying woman he had seen more than enough in his life. However his capacities to soothe her and tell her how everything will change to the better was worn out.
“I- I don't know. I need more than words to-“
“I've quit my service yesterday“ his low baritone interrupted her, troubled by heavy breaths as he fought the pressing urge to just kiss her dumb.
Not yet. Not here. If he could ever do it again at all.
Clueless on what to say, the young woman stayed silent instead. Oh, so many times she had said the wrong things before so silence was her shield of choice. Although deep down she knew this man would never hurt her the way her father or Louise did.
Lazily toying with the zipper of her dress, Conrad seemed unbothered by her lack of commentary, quite the contrary, his heart welcomed the chance to explain himself before being yelled at or worse.
Clearing his throat from the sugary saliva pooling in his mouth, the man with those intoxicating almond eyes found her's to pierce with a nauseating intensity.
“I'll leave the country tomorrow morning. Ava will go back to her parents“ Conrad's husky voice explained after the elevator binged.
Effortlessly, he pushed both of them out only to crash her back against a marble railing. The part of the mansion they were stranded in, tangled in one another, was empty. A huge stairwell-like hall looking like stuck in times long gone.
“Where will y- ohhh goddd you go?“ Yvonne forced her trembling voice to ask, hands snaked around the back of his neck and hips pressed against his crotch like a used-to sinner.
A squelching sound escaped Conrad's smirking lips when he curled them further. Lust and the insatiable need to override bad memories with fresh, better ones pumped through his veins, serving as oil to his blazing dominance.
“Let me in, Yvonne. Spread“.
The command was clear, however radiating the same vibe as the military man in the camp who had gotten her to suck him like a slut.
“First you tell me“ she shot back, her fingers sprawling on the back of his head, mingling with the curls. This was the best, cockiest she could do right now. A first try at holding her ground whereas she knew giving in to him was what she craved.
Conrad's hands wandered down the small of her back, his knees bending to let him squat until the signal was as clear as the threat of a loaded gun against one's temple.
Those veiny hands rested on the back of her thighs, ready to lift her up and force those legs he desired to mark every inch of around his waist.
She tried to wriggle out, lips summoning a wordless grin.
“Ah Ah, little one“ he chided “Don't you forget your place“.
The ex-Captain's voice was even deeper than before, a thunderous ramble across his chest making lusty jelly out of Yvonne's muscles.
“Sorry, sir“
And she got what she wanted.
“That's it... my perfect little toy“ Conrad's serpent tongue purred. It felt like a honeyed praise for an action that was born from her own decision instead. But he played all her strings like Stradivarius.
Sticks and stones; that was what James Conrad was all about.
And Yvonne Jackson was a damned sucker for both.
A sharp gaps fled the blonde woman's burning lungs when he made true to his wordless menace, forcing her body up and pushing himself between her legs.
Haughtily ignoring and drowning her small pleas of “that's wrong“ or “we can't“ in rich groans, his teeth dominantly nibbled on her exposed nipple. The same old magic that lured him since the day she introduced herself during that mission lit up again. The Captain grew insatiable, numb to any of her potentially not too unthoughtful interventions.
Steadying her hips as he grinded against them, strong vocal cords brought his intoxicating British accent to live once more. “Unbuckle my belt“.
“Conrad, we-“
“Do you really want to make me repeat myself, Yvonne?“
The grip of his hands tightened, bruising her delicate flesh. Irrevocably marking the younger Jackson just as he did in his filthy dreams. Fuck, it felt good, he thought, darkened eyes rolling back when she eventually obeyed and fingers worked to undo his leather belt.
Yvonne bit her lip at the fateful clink of silver metal and the feeling of his huge cock escaping layers of fabric, pulsating with lewd desire.
She was about to let it happen. A ludicrous thought but just as inevitable.
Conducting the weapons that were his wanton hands from outside her thighs to the inside, Conrad pushed her legs further apart, sharply sucking in lust-laden air at the sight of her gorgeous pussy. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever been with, be it his wife, be it heated one night stands.
Incomparable.
“Fuck… I’m gonna make you regret every fuckin time you ran away from me” he rasped, running his hand down her trembling legs to force them wider than she deemed possible. The broad handrail she was sat on top of screeched when Yvonne’s bare ass shifted to allow her hips to accommodate to the hungry Captains command.
“Tell m-me why she’s here” the last bit of clear sense pressed out of her puffy lips altering James‘ expression in a heartbeat. “Why after she hurt you?“.
His brows furrowed, voice slipping to meet a threatening undertone while he dragged the wide tip of his cock through her wet folds. The visible and palpable evidence of the undeniable effect Conrad had on the beautiful woman. Internally, she damned him to the devil however, the tall ex-soldier slowly became her new religion.
Perhaps he had already been for a while, infiltrating the many hours she had been staring at the sea thinking of the infuriating man. It could’ve been prayers.
Or a silent plea to faith.
<
A dirty moan spilled from Yvonne’s agape mouth as Conrad pushed only the tip inside. He was too much. Too big and probably too soon. Inarguably he was too close at the wrong time.
“I-I can’t… please James“ she murmured, her delicate face contorted in the sweet pain of his girthy crown stretching her entrance, recklessly forcing her sex to mold around him. A cold shiver was sent by his irrational chuckle, twirling around her spine like a rope of invisible bondage, holding her in place even though her mind told her to leave.
<
Was she lost?
Yvonne’s hazel eyes met his, narrowed and piercing like the ones of a hunting wolf. But hurt. An alpha deeming himself incapable of being more than a lonely wolf ever again. But the light brown of her soft, pleading gaze did something to him, forcing him to gently caress the inside of her thigh. It was as if her sweet caramel wrapped around the bitterness of his heart in a loving embrace, neutralizing and balancing Conrad’s ache.
“You are different, Jackson“ he began, the deep blue hues of his gaze luring the half naked woman in a caging sensation of thalassophobia. But it had become a familiar fear to her. Everything about Captain Conrad was weirdly intimate by now making her creep closer and closer towards his own door of horrors she couldn’t yet get him to open.
His veiny hand stopped stroking, wandered upwards to wrap around his throbbing length and withdraw slightly from the panting blonde. She looked so perfect, so involuntary ready for him that it drove his mind feral. Nevertheless, not feral enough to ignore what kind of feelings bubbled up in his core, swirling around his consciousness and veiling the natural effect of a soldiers senses.
“Thank you“ Yvonne murmured, her hips betraying her by bucking up against his hand.
A satisfied smile tugged on the man’s lips, awakening this charming British breeze James had woven in his handsome demeanor. The young woman’s muscles relaxed once again, but immediately tensed up again when he leant down closer to where her heart was hammering against her chest. The man was like a starved vampire occasionally occurring as a glimpse of frenzy.
”Don’t thank me just yet, darling. You have no damn clue about who I truly am“ he purred against her ear, watching the soft body hair shot up like straight standing soldiers. Conrad smirked to himself. Satisfied and fascinated.
“But you know all about me, yes?“ she bit back yet not daring to move a single muscle, paralyzed by the tantalizing sensation of his weight pressing against her ribcage.
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Scoffing, his veiny hand wrapped around her throat like a vice, his still rock hard cock beginning to feel even more drawn to her slick pussy. Conrad gritted his teeth as he eased inside her, just to the exact same point he had invaded her earlier. An erratic reminder of who was in charge that drew pathetic whimpers from Yvonne’s burning lungs.
<
“It took me one look. One fucking look in your eyes, Yvonne“ the baritone vibrated in her ear, the tone dislodging when he suddenly turned her head to growl upon her left temple. Conrad was everywhere, Yvonne accepting the fact that the blonde man with those lewdly sharp cheekbones was omnipresent.
“You don’t have to tell me more. I know it’s numbing“
“But I wa-want to tell you…I trust you“ the young woman breathed, tilting her head to brush his soft skin.
“Jackson, I couldn’t ohh fuck return it“.
The electrifying inch he was sheathed inside her now let her eyes roll back, nails digging in the cream fabric of the man’s jacket. Still, he was overwhelming, drawing the cutest moans from her needy lips. Yvonne wanted to kiss him, no, needed it to feel more of the man she had lost herself in.
It was so much more than desire or frivolous lust as they both already knew. It was a fucked up kind of love and dependency existing in a dangerous symbiosis with secrets and painful pasts.
Guiding her head towards him, the hazel eyes fluttered shut, sugary anticipation engulfing her clouded senses. God, James must be an aphrodisiac how it shielded her mind from the fact they could simply be caught.
Strengthening the grip around her neck Conrad turned her head around again, away from his own lips. It hurt him to see the quick glimpse of disappointment in Yvonne’s eyes but it had to be like that. “Maybe one day, darling“ the coo was almost loving, making up for the sharp denial stinging in her mind.
Excuses for irrational behavior were new to her, feeling better than she had ever imagined.
“Your promises are still as pathetic“ Ava‘s sharp voice rung across the staircase, Yvonne jolting up. Fuck, she cursed to herself fumbling with the hem of her dress, frantically throwing it to blanket where they were united. At least for the special, careful inch that Conrad had appraised enough for now.
But the married man pulled out either way, tucking himself back in his pants before he gently lifted Yvonne, who lost all control over her blushing face, off the railing.
Ava clicked her tongue, chidingly slowly shaking her head while the relentless clicks of heels on marble neared the ex-soldier. Her black hair added nicely to the malicious flashes in her eyes, Yvonne thought, taking a glimpse of her lovers wife.
Well, was he really her lover? What was Conrad at all?
“Goddamnit, Ava. You’ve done enough, haven’t you? Stop fucking destroying my life“ the deep pitched warning, drenched in venom was instantly thrown at the black haired woman making her wear a wicked smile.
Yvonne was still smoothening her dress, not daring to move out of Conrad’s protecting slipstream. God, it was a fucked up thing to believe that his presence would hinder her at coming for the visibly smaller blonde. Not the stranger woman who had her hands all over him ten ridiculous minutes ago…
Scrunching her nose and turning sideways Yvonne was shocked at the rampant extent she had allowed Conrad to lure her into so effortlessly. How the hell could it have happened? Echoes of her own thoughts disgusted by their close, faux-in-love actions ghosted around in her sore brain.
But it was about him after all. The one man she somehow couldn’t let go, instead allowing to overstep any boundary with his twisted nature. If she was brave enough she would've defended him; her only secret treasure.
“You didn’t hesitate a second destroying mine“ she sneered, positioning herself provocatively with one exposed leg stepping in between Conrad’s. She strived to dominate the tall man, her aggressive eyes narrowed when her gaze tried to weave past him, searching for Yvonne.
Rolling his eyes, the muscular man stood his place like a silent rock, enduring the sea‘s constant gushing waves. No, a tilting rock, pivoting to shield the precious siren on the beach behind.
“So it’s her now, huh? That’s the woman who’s truly worth your time?“ her annoyingly high pitched voice snapped before she dragged her dusky eyes across Yvonne’s frame “A hypocrite…“
Conrad’s expression remained unaltered, the cream fabric accommodated to his bulging biceps when the Captain crossed his arms. “My time is irrelevant to you now, Ava. I’m leaving the country in a few hours“ he began to announce. “And the hypocrite is coming with me“.
Before the silent woman in the back could really fathom the significance of his last sentence the painful sound of a palm slapping a rock hard cheek hissed through the air.
Ava had slapped his husband without a grain of reluctance in her motion while Conrad just stood there, head still slightly tilted from the sinister woman’s assault, steel blues fluttered shut from the familiar sensation.
Yvonne was frozen on the spot, hazel eyes torn open and cold shock oozing from her agape mouth. Abuse was nothing living too far away from her own doorstep but it never got physical so the young woman couldn’t help the feeble gasp.
But Conrad stayed calm. Surprisingly calm.
Slowly turning his head back to shoot his wife a warning glance, the low baritone filled the hall once again. “I’ll take her to the farmers market you never wanted to see“.
His broad shoulders met Yvonne’s scared gaze as he turned to face her beauty instead. It felt like waking up to chirping birds after a horrid nightmare. The angelic woman who could save him from his undoing, lift him in the highest of airs and grant him the salvation he was pursuing alone.
If she would still stay with him after he opened up...
However, for now, a smile tugged at his lips when her face whispered sizzling anticipation. Yvonne would love to see the market. With him. With his fingers intertwined with hers.
“Don’t let him fuck you sweetie. Isn’t worth the drama“ Ava purred, the feigned smile as bittersweet as her unwanted advice. But at least it was her final note, the last string pulled before black curls swung theatrically, following the tall woman’s fast steps towards the elevator.
“I don’t have any clothes packed, James“ Yvonne murmured knowing exactly how important it was to let the tall man breath, to drop the topic of his devilish wife. His abusive wife.
“You won’t need any where we're going“.
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・Conrad x ofc
‣ warnings: 18+ darker themes, kinda smuttish, scratching the line of dub/con, dom/sub vibes
Louise, the adventurous daughter of a Marine Corps General was assigned to Capt Conrad's expedition troop. Soon tempers clash and Conrad has to make his position clear...
“Excuse me, Captain?“
“Shit“ James huffed, the annoyed undertone more heated than the tropical climate, as his sweaty palm slipped off the gun he was cleaning.
“What is it Miller?“
“The General's offspring...“ one of his soldiers began but his voice quickly faded in shy, incoherent murmur.
The Captain growled to himself, a hand dirty smeared with oil and old blood wandered up to the apex of his neck, annoyedly choking himself.
His patience was wearing paper thin with the stubborn, gritty woman whose body had enchanted and distracted his soldiers since day one.
She was pretty and knew how to fight, shoot and- hell, she was a military woman. A surprisingly unwary one.
“I don't have all day, Miller. Where the fuck is she?“ he eventually commanded to know, ready to make an end to her exhausting manners.
“I- I don't really know, sir. But I've found her M14 hanging from a tree near the mountains and-"
But Conrad didn't let him finish. The piece of information he got sufficed to get his long legs working, pushing everyone and everything to the side relentlessly.
This woman chewed on his last nerves and spit them out like gum. The experienced Captain was sated, no matter who her father was.
As if he truly cared about those silly ranks. It was him in charge here and him only.
The path she had taken was risky, leafs covering the humid ground and crooked roots hindering you from casual steps.
Damn this gorgeous, stubborn princess Conrad cussed to himself, his veiny hands tightly around the grip of his survival knife. She could easily die in the jungle and he would be damned to send her home to daddy in a coffin.
The Captain in charge should be in charge of all his soldiers what automatically meant to protect them if he wanted to do his job right.
“Miss Jackson?“ he yelled from the top of his lungs as a grain of fear suddenly crept through his pores. Muscles were tensed, biceps bulged as his fingers latched in the rocky crevices in front of him.
“Lieutenant Jackson?“ A second unfruitful try.
To the toxic cocktail of anger, annoyance and hungry testosterone surging through his veins, nervousness was slowly added.
“Louise. Don't fucking play me“
“Or what?“ she chirped from behind, the entertainment of having watched his cold expression turning to worry was clearly audible.
Conrad grunted, letting go of the dirty rock and balling his hands into determined fists. A poor try to release said mixture of emotions.
Especially when the strongest one was the need to dominate her and the spirited nature she held. Conrad had seen it in her eyes whenever he raised his voice or approached her with stern eyes.
There was respect, submission flashing.
One day he would get it all out of her, relishing in the way he knew you'd give in to him.
“Or I will send you the fuck back. Daddy will surely be happy to see his stubborn, spoiled princess“ he spat, still spinning on the spot to find the wickedly grinning woman hanging upside down from a thick tree branch.
“I'm here, James“ she giggled, her voice sweeter than Melipona honey as it rung in the Captain's ear.
A mischievous trickery of mother nature hence the athletic man's temper cooled down for a second, enchanted by her voice and the sexual promise of her presence. His first name from her mouth.
Sugary.
Then, his ocean blue orbs found her petite body swinging on that branch like a mindless child, blonde curly hair hanging down in strands that looked like waves dipped in orange evening rays.
She was gorgeous, innocent almost for a mind so full of charades and thirst for adventures.
“It's Captain Conrad“ he scoffed trying not to loose his poise “Come down!“.
Pouting, she swung down, her breasts jiggling invitingly as two feet hit the muddy ground. “You're no fun, Conrad“ Louise protested, clearly annoyed from the Captain's tireless longing for overall control.
A swift, delicate hand brushed his hip as she dipped down to quickly undo the button that held his knife in place and stole it. The amused smirk never left her slightly tanned face while she feigned disappointment.
“Give that back. Now“ he growled, stepping closer from behind and grabbing her wrist in a vice-like intensity.
Louise was startled for a second, her smile dropping at the anger he bestowed upon her. For the first time physically instead of through mere commands and wordlessly chiding gazes.
A rough jolt on her arm elicited the idea of a whimper, her cheeky nature silenced by the piercing, narrowed eyes. Weapons of unspoken things.
“Don't doe-eye me, Louise. That shit's not gonna work“ Conrad stated roughly, her delicate skin forming goosebumps as the hot breath of her Captain whispered across her cheek.
Birds chirped far away in the dense rainforest, the woman's breath quickening as her mind ran riot. What would he do to punish her?
Trying to turn away she felt his hand departing from her surely bruised wrist, trailing her arm to suddenly snap upwards and fasten around her neck.
“I am fed up. You've overplayed your hand, princess“ he sneered, voice kept in a cage of intimidating, lower octaves that made her know she was finally doomed.
The wit left her like a skittish lamb fleeing from the bad wolf as her body however, relished in the handsome Captain's fierce grip.
Fear. A strange kind of fear spread in Louise's system making her quiver under the man's touch she had never felt on those places of her body before.
Almost choking on air, she tried to speak, more of a caw “Conrad, stop“.
“Just like you stopped when I told you to fucking stay near me? No, commanded you?“
His muscular form pushed her backwards, keeping her upright as she almost stumbled across a stone.
“I ju- just wanted to exp- explore“ she panted, panicking hands groping his, practically begging him to let go of her throat.
Conrad's nerves were on edge, all the worries and fury that had stacked over the last few days drove him feral.
Louise writhing and most of all; finally silenced under his touched was a wonderful salvation.
“You want me to list all the ways you could die here, huh?“ his raspy baritone scoffed, pearls of sweat built on his strained forehead.
Not too surprised at the dampness in her panties, Louise averted her hazel eyes from the harsh contrast that were oceanic blues piercing her panting chest.
“No, but please...“
“Please what?“ he continued walking her back until she hit the soft surface of a mossy trunk. Derisively.
“Please don't tell my dad. I thought you wouldn't dare anyway but-“ the blonde began as the grip around her neck loosened, instead his chest applying a fixating pressure on her smaller frame.
But Conrad interrupted her plea with a dry, hoarse laughter. He was amazed by the fact that she really assumed herself safe just because her dad was ranked way above him.
She was too fresh. Too unexperienced.
“Louise, listen. This expedition is under my lead so you will follow my orders. Understood?“
Her answer vanished in the humid air of Guatemalan jungle as she shuddered from Conrad's knee pressing in between her own. An intimate inch above instead.
Intrusive.
“Your Captain asked you something“ he repeated, this time even more determined and in perfect unison with his erect cock pressing against your crotch.
A threat of dipping in too dark waters wrapped as sexual devastation.
Nothin more than a poor nod was possible, as Louise slowly drowned in the beauty and dominance of the man who was proofing his interest in a very decadent way.
Or was this going to be her punishment?
A very sexual punishment she was both utterly afraid and painfully curious about?
Conrad was a handsome man to her, sweaty muscles proudly presenting their outlines through his criminally tight shirts. And those damn eyes...
Of course, he saw her drooling gaze, bathing in the flashes of adoration and lust.
But the sudden respect she was radiating like a submissive puppy was the venom that forced him to yearningly roll his hips against her small body. The dominance this misbehaving beauty was gifting him numbed all senses.
“James, please“ she begged, unsure of the origin of her choice of words.
What the hell was she even begging for? Release from his intimidating touch or was it more she craved?
“Shit“ he cursed leaning forward to sink his teeth in the exposed apex of her breast.
“I- I mean Captain“ Louise hastily corrected her mistake, suddenly weirdly eager to please this sexual threat of a man. At least the formalities he demanded.
“Look at that“ he breathed against her sweaty skin while the young soldier wriggled underneath his cocky tongue.
“The princess is capable of learning after all“.
The more greedy he got the darker got her premonition.
This was so wrong. Conrad was angry and reckless and she may have been disrespectful but could she really bear his punishment?
Probably not.
A traitorous moan escaped her parted lips, head slamming against the moss as Conrad's teeth ripped her shirt apart, revealing her hardened buds to the tropical air.
“St- stop“ she mewled, raking her arms around his broad, muscular body, the action obviously betraying the veracity of her words.
“Not going to happen, Louise“ another buck of his strong hips shook her body so good “You've had your fun sneaking away and now it's my turn to do how I please“...
a/n: two premieres in this one; first ofc and first that scratches the line of dub/con. Hope I did it justice ;)
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‣ Show some remorse
・Conrad x ofc 2
‣ warnings: 18+ oral smut, dark!fic, language, dub/con, dom/sub, past trauma
After Conrad had almost taught Louise a lesson on the open field, another fault of hers has an unexpected aftermath. Dirty secrets meet daylight...
Louise's pulse had jumped in unhealthy heights as Conrad pushed her body against the damp moss, tongue lewdly provoking her nipples.
But the Captain's intended lesson on loyalty and negligent behavior had been interrupted by the call of imminent emergency on the campsite. Allegedly, there was a Jaguar circling around the main camp.
She wasn't sure if she was supposed to be glad or disappointed as the young woman shifted in her sleeping sack, thinking about the past day.
Her mind ran riot, almost loud enough for her comrades to hear although as a Jackson and the only woman on the team she had a tent wholly on her own. God, she grew sick of being associated with her dad. As if he was the only thing that defined her.
As Louise tried to close her tired eyes, a sore feeling ascended her throat, the imaginary image of being held captive in this makeshift shelter threatening to choke her. A familiar problem she had been dealing with for years. On her own of course.
It was so little, so bullshit yet far enough to make her get up, the sleeping sack clinging to her leg and making rustling noises as she hastily shook it off.
'Fuck' the pretty blonde cursed internally as she stilled for a second as if frozen. But there was nothing. Not the slightest hint of a noise so she allowed herself a relived sigh before entering Central American jungle.
Uncharted jungle, to be exact and the suspected hiding area of some ruthless drug barons; the reason behind Captain Conrad’s expedition.
However, she feared not. At least not strong enough to wrestle those dark memories that made her seek freedom on every possible occasion.
A timid flight animal on the inside while her second personality, the spirited explorer compensated and caressed the deeper source of it's origin.
Like a safety blanket that had become a second skin to Louise Jackson. Daughter to Gérard Jackson, commanding General of the Marine Corps and born Frenchman. Oh, and Diana Jackson but no one ever mentioned her.
Placing foot in front of foot she crept through the darkness, her hair flying in the salty evening breeze brought by the never resting pacific ocean. Louise scoffed, her alter ego wiping away any connecting memories like a windshield wiper, waterproof. Almost.
And then he saw her; Captain Conrad's allers attentive and on guard eyes spotted the fragile figure whose shadow was cast by the full moon.
His jaw clenched at the natural urge to get her the fuck back, to retrieve what the Captain secretly had deemed his.
But she looked like an angel, fragile, skin of porcelain and weirdly familiar with the shelter night offered.
Conrad's Adam's apple bobbed as he finally swallowed said need, instead lowering himself on moist ground, knee caps touching fallen palm tree leaves.
The sas-soldier became invisible to the human senses as he relished in the look of Louise now sitting cross-legged on a small ledge, the woman's side profile reminding him once again of the improper longing in his pants.
She may be a cheeky, stubborn princess in daylight but it seemed night grounded her... or was it triggering something James had no idea of?
Actually, he did not need to. This was a one-time mission, nothing regular so he wouldn't see you ever again. Luckily.
Biting the soft insides of his cheek until he tasted copper, a familar sensation to the experinced tracker, he shifted on the spot, heels starting to hurt from his unnatural kneeling position.
Nevertheless, his train of thoughts hindered him from leaving. It has been a long ago he last looked at a woman like that.
Louise's hair occasionally flew in strands, her delicate face grinning at the moon as if she was marinating in it's holy light. Supposedly French lullabies left her plush lips in sugary notes.
An angel, Conrad thought.
But it only riled him up to think about her obvious change of nature. She could be peacefully calm and still disobeyed every damn command he was giving.
Why? Why was it she vexed him so much?
This woman, the mindless general's daughter was a yin and yang to the silently lurking Captain. She was the wildfire he needed to control and the peace he wished to inherit.
Shaking his head at his own irritating ideas, Conrad stood up, the elegance of a tiger in every motion.
Louise's yang was beyond reach and might dug deeper in her personal pile of files than he wanted to dive in so it was the yin he made his mission.
His target if she dared to live out her reckless spirit again.
“Lieutenant Jackson, watch out“ Miller's alarmed voice bounced on her eardrums, his sneaky arm grabbing her by the waist and yanking the blonde good two meters away.
Her protest was imminent, already lingering on her cheeky tongue like saliva but Conrad proofed her accusation of sexism wrong.
A flexing forearm propelled forwards as he squatted in his walk, the thin layer of sweat only highlighting the bulging, military strength of this handsome man. Why on earth did he have to wear his shirts so tightly, Louise damned him.
The snake he had just caught so irritatingly casual was a terciopelo; the most dangerous and venomous snake around. Now dangling and writhing under Conrad's precise grip around her her jaw.
“Good girl“ he purred, flexing his wrist to turn the snake, putting her on full display to let his eyes wander the oblong body.
A deadly but helpless creature. Conrad had a taming nature to him, it seemed.
Louise balled her fist at the surely deliberate choice of words that left Conrad's smug lips, carried by the deep baritone.
Fuck him, the young soldier internally cussed.
Then, without a warning he tossed her away, good 20 meters across the rainforest before those chiding ocean blues found her frame again.
“Louise“ he began, the husky sigh spitting oil in the flames of the woman's mind that burnt every time he came close. Every time Conrad was oozing this sickening dominance she normally deeply disliked.
Emphasis on normally since her body became a bold traitor, longing for his punishing touch like a slut.
Disgusted and lost in her own thoughts Louise had missed her Captain's repeated call to explain her lack of attention during today's expedition.
“Jackson“ he suddenly yelled, roughly propelling her consciousness back to the here and now. But her reflexes worked poorly.
Conrad had already pinned her against a palm tree trunk, the same angry yet painfully unstated lust flashing in his narrowed orbs. The blue shirt he wore was ripped right where his tantalizing abs lingered Louise had caught herself fantasizing about many times. It lured her gaze like candy.
“Eyes on me, Lieutenant. It is not my burden that you're fuck-starved so keep those eyes on the path“ he groaned, just as loud for the surrounding soldiers to hear.
He had embarrassed her in front of everyone. With a subtle smirk hiding behind the veil of pure reprimand.
Louise could already feel Miller's nasty gaze searching for her nipples to peak through the thin top. Her whole body shuddered underneath the Captains grip on her hip and shoulder forcing his flimsy sanity to grow wings.
Fuck, if she only writhed on his cock like that. But of sheer pleasure of course ready to promise him everything under the spell of climax.
To swear fidelity.
But only a few seconds after getting ahold of his hardening manhood, foreign jealousy spread, smelling like a punishment for another of his sheep.
“Miller, damnit. Keep your eyes to yourself“ Conrad spat so matter-of-factly.
Sure, and you‘re the holy spirit yourself, Louise thought, the sarcasm tasting bittersweet on her dry tongue.
As if he had heard you and begged for a second chance the convulsing biceps let go of her delicate body again. The right, sluttishly veiny hand slid behind her back, whispering against his superior's daughter buttock under the pretense of adjusting her belt holster.
Scoffing like a fuming horse, Louise got ahold of her machete anew, roughly weaving past Conrad's muscular shoulder.
Hell, she didn't care about jostling her Captain.
He was a suggestive asshole after all. But an alluring one she was weirdly reminded of when the touch of his shoulder elicited instant goosebumps.
“Captain?“
“Miller, what the hell is it?“ Conrad's tenseness was as palpable as the blade of his beloved knife.
The negative effect on his usually submissive soldier was foreseen. “I- erm I thought the general's hatch would-“
The sling of Conrad's knife close to Miller's sweaty arm would've been warning enough but no one should dare to offend the woman who looked like a precious marble statue praying to the moon last night. He was just not yet aware of the reason but he would soon be.
The skilled Captain despised the way said scenario has planted itself in his danger-driven mindset but it did. Too late to forget, too hated to be lived out.
“It's Lieutenant Jackson to you. Understood?“
“Y-yes sir- Captain“
A chiding eyebrow was glued to him long after the tall man had set Miller's figure free again.
James Conrad was everywhere but nowhere. Depends on what he deemed fitting...
Louise's whole body felt strained from the reckless march over several miles, her skin burning from a million mosquito bites. Jungle was a beautiful terrain but incredibly inconvenient as it turned out.
Singing to herself, she loosened the bun of her blonde hair, thinking about the path to the cascades one could shower in. Those small pools had shallow, clear water to step in; exactly what she needed.
Peeking over to the men's main tent the small blonde couldn't help but smile to herself at the delicious opportunity she smelled.
“What are y'all up to after this?“ Colins asked the round who gathered around the makeshift table, some drinking, some eating and one even reading a novel.
Just Conrad had war on his mind, sharpening the silver blade on an oval shaped rock.
The hash 'tzing sounds went in perfect unison with his cold expression, darkening with every second the men intensified their talk about future plans.
Louise wondered about her own future career as well but she always relied on her dad and his advise. Perhaps it was laziness, perhaps anxiety. Obligation was the third option up to debate.
But she was digging her own grave by listening to the old man. Only this adventure she truly enjoyed for the first time didn't feel like a fucking prison. Not as cold and monotone as the cabins on USS Ronald Reagen, her home basically.
That's a time she preferred to hush up, to only tell the moon about.
Feet were moving quietly after she hid her weapon under a big fern, the soldier's body moving with deadly precision she had learned for years.
Mostly training was in her system while Conrad was filled with real war, real death and blood on his skillful hands.
A perfect contrast; vivid innocence colliding with collected experience.
Yet, there was a weird connection, a foreign sizzle both of them felt whenever their strained muscles touched.
For Conrad it had mostly been fresh annoyance and irritation dancing tango in his mind while the need to control this boundless woman dictated the rhythm. Or maybe something else…
“And what about you, Captain? Is the divorce finalized yet?"
Louise froze on the spot, a rotten stick breaking underneath the weight of her heel.
A thousand emotions caged her brain for a second, the thought of Conrad having been married this whole time feeling heavy on her gut. Who was her wife? Why did he divorce her? A thousand questions she would only ever get answers to from no other than James himself.
However, she had a paradisiac cascade to get to. Her body was still aching as if bunt so she kept the muttered curses and ramblings about her Captain's past on the low while finally sneaking away.
Why should she care about his problems after all? He was being a chefs kiss pain in the ass and a total party pooper. A hot one, her jumpy brain added involuntarily.
No, she clearly found his unexplainable behavior nerve-wrecking and choking to the licking flames of spirit that got a taste of oxygen here in the Guatemalan freedom for the first time.
Her delicate finger ran through those blonde hair like the lukewarm water itself before snaking around her small body. A paradise surrounded her gorgeous body.
Louise sighed continuously. It was because of how reliving the water felt, she kept telling herself. Nonetheless, the young lieutenant's shower session didn't stay unnoticed for too long.
Like the silent, meticulous tiger Conrad held on a leash under his scarred skin, he crept up on her, leaving a trail of clothes behind. Naturally, he had noticed the cracking stick behind the men's tent earlier.
“Are we enjoying ourselves again, Jackson?“ the low timbre of her Captain's voice startled Louise to death, making her loose balance in the shallow water.
Her left foot left the ground like a dumb falling animal and her hand slammed against the wet, even rock wall with a loud smack. She needed a second, mouth still agape from shock making her taste the water.
Not loud enough to drown Conrad’s gloating chuckle though. Louise blushed on the instant, fighting for an adequate response while her eyes were tempted by the sight of him. Naked.
She had seen him shirtless before but never without pants. And now, he was towering right next to her, the water sinfully hitting his chiseled body and trailing downwards along the defined ridges of deadly muscles.
A human predator looking almost godly with hair all soaked and long fingers seeking shelter in those dirty blonde curls.
Fuck, he was still a pain in the ass to her.
“Wha- erm showering of course. What else?“ Louise scoffed, turning away from him to both stop drooling about this arse of a man, in multiple senses, and scooting her own body out of his oceanic sight.
As if he hadn’t already had her tit in his mouth but Louise didn’t care. Her other private parts belonged to her and her alone. Nothing for him grope or bite.
“You’re too fucking stubborn to be a soldier. Those end up in graves“ Conrad causally stated, beginning to let his big hands roam across the strained, sore muscles of his abdomen, washing himself.
Involuntarily, Louise’s thighs clenched at the squelching noises only a few inches from her body.
The woman caught herself imagining his veiny forearms working as he stroked himself, cleaning the cock she’d felt against her crotch two days ago. Shaking her head as if shaking off the unholy material the just tried to ignore his improper presence, to proceed with a casualty.
He was arrogant, cold-hearted and didn’t listen to her no last time. Their relationship was already fucked up, she knew. Another punishment was to be avoided.
“Captain, I’m showering not laying in the middle of a battlefield“ She chirped, using her happy voice hence Conrad might be kept from addressing her repeated misconduct.
Last time it almost worked to keep the blonde man at bay…
The tall man seemed tranquil. So unlike the previous times he was screaming his lungs out to find her. Louise didn’t wanna jeopardize that peace, wherever it came from.
“Nah, nah, nah“ his baritone hummed and sung, sounding like the sweetest warning ever, coated in a sinful layer of caramel. The color hazel just as her widened eyes as the Captain's fingers suddenly rested on her bruised shoulder.
Conrad was gentle, almost suave in the way his rough finger caps travelled and circled her blueish skin. A satisfied smirk curled his lips when Louise visibly relaxed under his touch, her shoulder blades sinking in satisfaction.
Traitors to her mind that deemed his approach more than intrusive. The woman knew exactly that he was naked, she was naked and both under a tropical cascade soaking wet.
Every fool would know how it looked, nevertheless her dripping lashes did little to veil Conrad’s seductive reflection in the water at her feet.
“Just taking a shower, huh? Nothing could’ve happened?“ his voice dropped an octave, now lingering close to her ear. Conrad felt Louise stiffen as his outstretched fingers walked upwards to still on her collarbone like the muzzle of his M16.
“N-no“
The athletic man tsked reprovingly. “Have you forgotten why we’re here?“
Suddenly, Conrad’s fingers flew to her opposite collarbone, his muscular arm popping out turquoise veins as he put her in a headlock. Swiftly.
Screeching and wiggling her whole body, Louise’s pleas got chocked in her throat while Conrad kept her still, the blonde seeing no chance against his masculine strength.
Water rippled around her stumping feet in agitated gushes until Conrad’s raspy voice tickled her earlobes again.
“Those drug barons won’t ask for your consent when they find you out here, alone, on display like a slut“.
Something looming in her subconsciousness pressed her thighs together at the the realization sharper than his features. The word slut sounded like a dirty compliment ascending his vocal cords, the military cleanness long gone.
“They will kidnap you, Louise, and they will touch you“ she shuddered but froze in the next second as his free hand began snaking around her body. Wantonly, a partner to his deep gravelly voice.
“Cap- Captain sto-op“ she cawed, still not daring to move away from his bold intrusion hidden as lecturing example.
Louise would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy his big hands wandering down her belly, avoiding her exited heat to squeeze her left thigh.
The choking noises never faded while his bulging biceps pressed against her windpipe.
“Those are fucking bad people, dove“ Conrad began, feeling her skin sending a jolt of electricity in the direction of his hand at the pet name.
“They will hold you captive and force themselves on your pretty little body“.
Two fingers accompanied the river of water running down her body and pooling between her folds before dropping. She knew she didn’t stand a chance, no matter if her ability to talk was taken or not. Her Captain was insatiable and the fear in her system only nourished him.
Heavy pants escaped the soldier’s parted lips when his pointer relished in the slick heat between her legs. The general’s daughter felt silky, the sensation of touching her like that sending rampant ripples down his spine. Brewing lust and something else.
A dull thud resounded in between the splashing sound of the cascades as Louise threw her head back against Conrad's steel pecks. “No!! No- I don’t want them to“ she finally screamed as he let loose of her throat again.
The delicate woman became too frightened in his arms thus Conrad didn’t want to be a monster. Although he enjoyed her aversion that always crumbled in simmering desire. If she liked it or not, her body knew better but to behave.
Seeking safety she only found in his tight embrace, the blonde turned around wrapping her trembling arms around the Captain's muscular form. He hugged her back however, doing nothing to hide his semi-erect cock kissing her thighs.
“Shhh, I’m here“ Conrad whispered in her ear, pressing a skittish kiss against her soaked hair. Closing those steel blues, the tam man bathed in the moment of being the brave protector to her, not only in the sense of being her superior.
Louise asked herself whether she was sick, fucked up since the same man could threaten her physically and sooth her pulse a mere second later.
Maybe her past had broken her. The same events that forced her out of the tent regularly. Luckily, Conrad hadn’t noticed just yet.
A cold shiver crept up on her back as the Marine soldier’s mind fantasized about the things he would make her do when finding out. He could force himself upon her. Perhaps she would vomit or scream until her lungs collapsed?
“My dear Louise, why do you keep disobeying my damn command? I’d burn in Hell’s Kitchen if I lost you out here“ The tall man's husky voice shook her system, killing the bits of hope she had left for getting away with it this time. ⏳
She wanted to say something but her words died before spoken, making her blush instead. Conrad just smirked smugly before his hand pushed her shoulder down, firmly.
“You gotta apologize, Jackson“
“Suck me“ the wicked sternness in those two words turned her stomach but making her lick her wet lips wantonly. God, she was lost and still didn’t listen to her mind screaming no.
“But James, I-“
Her protest was cut off by twitching narrowed eyes, the sky blue hues having made space for a lusty darkness. Louise couldn’t misinterpret the silent, sugary warning of a raised eyebrow.
Pressing her lips together, the young woman sunk on her knees gasping at Conrad’s throbbing cock standing in her face so proudly.
Bringing both his hands down, the Captain wore a decent smirk as one grabbed the back of her head, the second beginning to stroking himself. He was far from shy or embarrassed.
Louise’s breath hitched, fear and visual pleasure battling for the pole position in her mind as almond eyes watched her Captain's beautiful cock moving under his veiny hands.
“Open“ He commanded, the military note back in his husky sound but the woman hesitated, feeling blackmailed. Teeth stayed gritted, the water dropping on her hair sprayed to the sides as she shook her head protesting.
“I said… apologize“ She looked up, instantly feeling his piercing gaze on her breats.
The fresh soldier watched the water running down the accurate paths that were his cheekbones, those dirty blonde curls completely wet and hanging in his forehead.
“I’m sorry, James“ she whispered barely audible but his expression didn’t soften or change at all.
Conrad wanted her to pleasure him. And there was no remorse about it.
So Louise gave in, trembling hands grabbing the base of his cock, brows furrowing as she took in his whole lenght. The unfairly handsome man was big, even bigger than he felt against her clothed crotch.
A familiar fear poisoned her veins again as Louise kissed his tip. Still hesitant.
Too hesitant for Conrad’s liking who let out an impatient grunt, fingers wrapping around her hair to guide her small mouth right where he craved her weirdly bad.
Why he desired her like a forbidden drug was an unsolved mystery yet there he was claiming his young soldier.
The feeling of her hot mouth embracing him was sinful, the sweet innocence she oozed fading in a white lie as Louise began to twirl her tongue around his most sensitive part. She was good.
“The- there we go“ Conrad praised through gritted teeth, the grip of her hair loosening as a wordless reward for her submission.
“Deeper. Come on, Jackson“
“I can’t… yo- you’re too big“ She choked on his pulsating length, salty tears mingling with the freshwater of the cascade. Horror flashed in those delicate features while her cheeks were hollowed around his cock nonetheless.
A sight that only spurred Conrad further on, that satisfied a deeply buried need and tickled his past. She had escaped again, now taking her punishment like a changed woman.
“Oh, don’t cry, dove. Bad girls need to apologize“
The rampant groans that emitted from his muscular chest grew louder as Louise swallowed her aversion. The woman had realized she was powerless anyway so giving in and pleasing him was her option of choice.
As long as one could deem that having an actual choice.
Conrad tasted surprisingly good, his wide girth making her jaw ache in a few minutes, goading her to put an end to this honeyed torture of body and soul.
The moans that left his mouth were pornographic, filling her scarred heart with a venomous pride, corrupting her further until her only goal was to suck I him better than anyone else did before. She had issues and James Conrad spoke to them.
“Hmmm“ Louise hummed as he came, abs clenching and working deliciously while the veins tickled against her lips to shoot hot ropes of cum down her abused throat.
“Like I said; a pretty slut” Conrad growled, his shaky hand running through the soaked hair as he came down from a thunderous climax.
A curling finger coaxed her to stand up again and turn around before he began to massage her neck. The sexual tension of sucking him combined with the reliving pressure elicited small moans and whimpers from her swollen lips.
Louise wondered why he was such a switch today, forcing her to apologize and massaging her spent muscles the other minute. Averted from Conrad’s analyzing gaze her brows wiggled as her mind ran riot.
Meeting the fragments of her male comrades conversation an hour ago, the blonde's heart suddenly demanded to know more about his intimidating man’s live. His wife and past.
She just made a married man cum. Her hazel orbs began to flicker from a random point to another, mirroring her inner conflict. Was she disgusted? Did she pity him?
“Promise me to stay away from here, dove“ he sounded almost sensual before the second half of his statement took it away again. “Or you’ll have to apologize even more“.
“James?”
His fingers stilled instantly. Another warning.
“Sorry. Captain?“
“Hm?” he hummed so calmly, sounding as if she just delivered the release he had needed. Like the right dose of medication to a chronic disease.
“Are you really married?“ her voice was careful yet implying that she had some kind of right to know after all this. What she probably did.
Conrad’s spine went ice cold, his fingers withdrawing from her wet skin like a flight animal. She had hit a spot.
A realization hit his consciousness as the woman he felt strangely connected to, who he would protect with his life although she made this mission a macabre chess game, asked about his wife.
Well, ex wife soon. Hopefully.
A suffering glance whispered across a big scar on his chest as Captain Conrad awakened to the reason of his feelings towards Louise Jackson.
The small, blonde woman vexed him like no one else but drew him like a siren because she was the exact contrast to the reason of his ugly divorce.
That’s why she got under his skin and aimed straight at his vulnerable heart.
Shit.
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show some truth
‣ Conrad x ofc 4
・warnings: 18+ dark, mention of abuse, emotionally abusive family, divorce, identity struggles, weight loss, implied smut
“Here USS Ronald Reagon. Approaching coordination point beta at 18 knots. Estimated arrival 0930 hours. Over“ the woman spoke in the communication device, carefully overlooking all her instruments and measurement displays.
It was a peaceful day at sea. Uneventful without major wind or waves to slow down the massive carrier. Nothing for the executive officer to worry about.
But exactly these days, she found herself musing about the time in Guatemalan jungle, the wild animals, the adrenaline cursing through her veins - and her Captain.
Two months had passed since she was withdrawn from the special forces mission after her father had found out about the bold charade. Two months without a grain of contact to Conrad.
Hell, she didn't even know if he was still alive. But she cared. Deeper than the young woman would've been comfortable with.
Every time she closed her hazel eyes in the now more spacious cabin she inhabited, memories of the compass returned. The elaborate engravings of her future ex-wife.
Did he left it where it dropped or was it still important?
Watching the Pacific ocean gush and tower in mostly peaceful waves, the officer waited for her pause to begin. It was a soothing scene, the sun drowning the white sea spray in a tangerine color.
A soothing sight to anyone for sure.
However, her mind wasn't at bay nor at peace, quite the contrary. Since Captain James Conrad happened it had never been quiet again.
“I'll take over now. Eat something, Jackson. Please“ her new best friend and and cabin neighbor blocked the twisted path her mind was running.
He was right, she thought when her meek gaze took in her own reflection. She had lost 10 pounds in two months, the most obvious testament to her constant unrest.
“Alright. Thank you“ she whispered, smiling weakly before officially announcing the change of power as per protocol.
“Officer Moore is taking over until 0900“.
The door of her cabin fell shut before her spent body dropped on the small bed, the duvet giving way to her white jacket.
Golden specks were thrown on the greyish ceiling as her command at sea insignia met the beam of light. Scoffing, she reached for her phone.
How the young officer hated this golden, glorious symbol.
< Ava Conrad > was quickly typed in the search bar of the military intranet.
Was this a fault? Perhaps.
Was she still curious about the abuse? Unfortunately.
Weirdly hoping Wilson and the other guy were just talking trash about the reason for Conrads soon-to-happen divorce, hazel eyes scanned the results.
There it was, her lips parting in twisted anticipation and her legs clenching at the photo of Conrad in his festive military dress and
...a gorgeous black haired woman in a white wedding dress with a perfect mermaid silhouette.
The screen began to seem blurry as her nervous hands trembled, collecting all the dammed emotions. Anger, disappointment, curiosity - but there were also joy and most of all jealousy.
Again.
Trying to keep her cool and not look like she had cried after this fifteen minute pause, her pointer begun to scroll.
“Divorce still in progress after incriminating testimony against Ava Conrad née White“
A gasp left her suddenly dry mouth, phone slipping out of her grasp and slapping against the metal insignia with a screeching noise.
Conrad was never the abuser. It had been his wife.
The woman's nails dug in the sheets while pity and most of all shame twirled around her spine, feeling horribly stiffening.
“What did you do to Ava“ she heard the angry echo of her own voice confronting the man who had always been innocent.
She felt terrible, as knee deep in debt.
But, however, there was no time for her to panic nor overthink if she would ever meet him again and if so how she should apologize best.
*ring ring*
Fumbling with the sheets and her jacket, her delicate fingers tried to recapture the buzzing and singing phone. Internally praying for it to be mum about to ask whether the sea was calm she hastily accepted the call.
“Sister? Can you hear me?“
The young officer felt her heart clench obnoxiously at the annoying voice of her older sister. Puffing before she held the phone to her mouth, she prayed it would just go by quickly.
“Yes, Louise, I can“
“God, no need to be a bitch“ the real Louise huffed, the eye roll nearly audible.
“I- What? What have I done?“ her knuckles slowly began to turn white from her violent grip around the phone.
“You're always so- so...ugh, forget it. Father told me to call you“
Or course he did, the woman thought, not unfamiliar with her father avoiding to reach out to her directly. It always was a colleague or Louise to inform her about his will.
“Okay. What did he say?“ she tried to remain as unfazed as possible. Since her system was still overruled by simmering feelings towards James Conrad, she could've been assigned an easier task.
“I don't know why but he wants you to attend the annual gala dinner of officials. He has arranged a substitute for you on board, the helicopter will pick you up tomorrow at 0730“.
Sighing the woman, as pale as the white wall behind her, once again cursed her father. Internally.
Last year she had managed to avoid those lavish festivities under the pretense of having contracted the flu that was going around the carrier. Seems like this was not an option this year since said event took place in ridiculous three days.
She was at her wit's end, defeated and tired. And certainly the bloody contrary of keen on being home.
“Alright then. See you, Louise“.
“Bye, Yvonne“
Burying her hands in the big sweater she wore although spring was blooming outside, Yvonne wanted nothing more than to leave.
But flight was not always an option. Conrad had taught her that all lost things could be found again.
Smiling weakly, the blonde indulged in reminisces...
The tall, athletic man's hand felt right on her body, making her feel the polar opposite of what men usually provoked in her irritated mind. He had planted the rich seed of desire in her emotions instead of scaring her. Showing Yvonne how sensual a rough man's touch can be and bending her body to his will.
“You know people expect the General's daughter to look... presentable“ Louise sneered from across the room, helping herself to various delicacies her father's kitchen had to offer.
She had always been like that; disgustingly haughty, chiding your sheer existence whenever she had the chance to.
The lean woman shifted in her seat, face contorted in obvious discomfort. If it was her sister or the thought of tonight's gruesome events was beyond her knowledge.
“I still got the dress from two years ago. It'll suffice“.
“God, Yvonne“ her father's agitated grumble resounded from the staircase announcing his theatric arrival. He couldn't possibly have joined them in a worse moment, she mumbled to herself.
“Louise, my dear, would you please lend your sister a dress? She is incapable of keeping a decent wardrobe“ he said, his tone more angry the nearer he got to the humiliating end of his sentence.
The old man still, even after 23 years of Yvonne's life, didn't care a tiny bit about her own opinion. The beautiful woman with eyes of her mother long living apart from the General, was the annoying anomaly in his strict life.
“Are you sure they would look any good? I mean look at her“ Louise asked with feigned worry, struggling to keep the giggle out of her voice.
Yvonne, however, was numb to her sister's unnecessary gibes. Time does heal, apparently.
“Just give me your smallest. It will fit, dad. I'm sure“ she forced herself to answer.
The right hand balling to a silent fist was perfectly veiled by the oversized sweater when she got up, emotionlessly trolling behind Louise.
This evening was about to become one of the worst in her entire life. Her father would almost be exploding with pride about his eldest daughter while said she marinated in the macabre spotlight illuminated by some patsies of war mongers.
Yvonne was not even aware of the wildfire that was yet to blaze it's way towards her.
It was a cold comfort but at least the dress she was forced in suited her quite well.
She was fortunate to be a woman, Yvonne thought when she watched all the man looking like colorful lackeys in their ceremonial dresses. Frowning, the young officer tried her best to find something pleasing to look at.
Something that could positively distract her from this show.
Just as her hazel gaze crept along the walls of the old manor, military property for exactly such occasions, the terrifying sound of her dad clearing his throat ripped her apart.
“Somehow, I had to make amends for your naive self to walk around as Louise and torment Captain Conrad's whole lead“ he began to chide, awakening a bittersweet premonition to cradle in Yvonne's mind.
“So I invited him“ he continued gesturing to the unoccupied side of the table “...and will introduce the real Louise to him. J'espère que tu n'as pas fait trop de dégâts“.
His mother-tongue leaving the nasty vocal cords of her father was never a good thing. Mostly, an elaborate seeming veil to cover what no one else should understand.
Yvonne was suddenly freezing, even though if she had thought it through before, it only seemed logical that her dad wanted Conrad to meet his trophy daughter.
The one that was actually experienced in ground fighting. The one she had claimed to be to take a glimpse of what freedom, autonomy and her dream would look like.
Shuddering under shiny eyes of her older sister, Yvonne felt dreadfully lonely.
It wouldn't even require an high school diploma to detect what Louise was about to do. Everyone knew Conrad was a handsome, athletic man with the face of a greek god statue. It was kind of hard to blame her for planning to seduce him.
Oh, the things he could make her feel...Yvonne's skittish mind trailed off like in countless reclusive nights before, surging through a minefield of dangerous souvenirs.
The way his rough, strong hands felt so arousing as they cupped her breast and pressed her against the tree. How the young woman easily dropped the bits of grace she had left and sunk on her knees for him, sucking until he obscenely came all over her throat.
Now that it was confirmed that James had never been an abuser and therefore falsely accused by her, Yvonne wished to make amends for it.
She couldn't quit decipher what it was, however her deepest urges longed for him, craved to be back under his controlling gaze that lost notes of it's sinister only for her. There was no sense in denying her attraction towards Captain Conrad.
Maybe she would steal the show tonight?
Yvonne cherished and treasured the images of his steel blues dripping with hot want and hues of sentiment for her.
Was it that far-fetched to presume he would still be electrified by her?
“Probably not“ Yvonne's absent lips murmured, dragging her father's attention as he made her flinch with a simple outreach of his arm. No harm was intended.
Conrad gritted his teeth, feeling his heart crumble stilly at the sight of faux-Louise Jackson jolting.
He would not need to ask to know the reason.
“What is it, James?“ Ava purred when the black haired woman felt his hand clench around her fingers. Not gifting her a single look, Conrad just scoffed, never averting his narrowed eyes from the woman who was bewitching him so badly.
She was a victim and so was he; a bitter connection but the more worthy of exploration.
Furrowing her brows in confusion at the suddenly crestfallen expression of Louise, Yvonne shifted on the leather clad chair. She couldn't see what the fuss was about since the whole hall was filled with guests plus her father's broad frame was prominently blocking her view.
“Mon dieu. Que fait-elle ici?“ Louise breathed, taking her dad's arm and shaking it nervously.
Who was said 'elle', Yvonne still wondered, feeling the wetness in her panties as she leaned over to the right.
And then there he was; the source of her merciless arousal in person.
Conrad looked neat, a harsh difference to how Yvonne had known him with dried blood on his hands, dirt smeared across his razor sharp cheekbones and always clad in that obscenely too tight blue shirt.
But she had somehow known he would stand out from the crowd, rightfully so, looking breathtakingly handsome in the cream suit. A perfectly acceptable violation of the men's dress code.
Yvonne couldn't help herself but grow a beautiful smile when he swaggered closer, intimidating as always. The short moment their gazes met was like pure magic, the yearning cry of a seaman longing for his significant other.
Then her father greeted him, turning to another person when he gestured Conrad to take a seat on your table.
Ava.
Yvonnes jaw dropped, eyebrows slanting in pure confusion and shock.
She was indeed pretty, long legs in a caramel tone were halfway covered by red fabric which snaked around her waist all the way up to where her perfect boobs were on display.
Bleak disappointment was the next sentiment in line to torment the blonde, suddenly feeling so much less attractive in her golden dress that did poorly at propping up her breasts or highlighting her delicate collarbones.
She felt as misplaced as always, no, this situation was even worse.
Meanwhile Conrad forced himself to look at anyone but the angel of his sweetest dreams.
The tall Englishman didn't dare to arraign her for not properly introducing herself. Well, for not speaking at all. He, how unfortunate it may was, knew exactly that she was waiting for her arse of a father to tell her to. Punishment was to be avoided.
Abhorred and deep inside regretting treating her as he had done, chiding and making fun of her as the Marine Corps General's spoiled daughter, Conrad was drawn back in his own hell of a reality.
“James, what would you like to drink now that we've been so politely invited?“ Ava's serpent tongue chirped.
“Before we start dining, Captain Conrad, please excuse my younger daughters shenanigans“ your dad announced, drawing quotation marks in the air when his sharp tongue hit the last word.
She were embarrassing him.
But Conrad, in his usual cool and distant demeanor just waved off, returning your father's exaggerated smile to a rather limited level.
“General Jackson, I assure you she was in no way hampering the mission nor my duty“ in his short pause those almond shaped eyes, deeper than any ocean Yvonne had ever navigated, found her hazel glance. The one of a silenced vixen begging to be released into the wild.
“Quite the contrary“ his gravelly baritone then added, leaving the meaning to free interpretation.
Your father's grey brows were twitching, his face loosing it's poise for an instant.
Yvonne was grinning instead, eliciting a silver shine in Conrad's eyes. But she had already spotted that they were glassy, spent with reddened small veins. The Captain had cried and not long ago.
“However, I am Louise Jackson. It's my pleasure Captain“ your sister buried the moment deep as she raked her body over the table to shake hands with the man she was determined to somehow steal from that dragon Ava.
Scoffing subtly, Yvonne's fragile enthusiasm vanished again. The reminder of both Ava's and her wicked sister's presence became too much for the blonde's smile to carry. It dropped helplessly along with her gaze.
She could bare the situation for about twenty minutes until the first course was served. Then, the theatre truly began.
“Care to taste my soup, baby?“ she heard the black haired woman coo, her attention drawn to them by blazing curiosity.
At fist Yvonne had guessed she only accompanied him out of sheer duty since the divorce wasn't through yet. But the sky became more starry when her hand nestled on the apex of his neck while the other guided a spoon of soup to Conrad's lips.
“Ava, stop“ he hissed, the lighter shades of blue in his eyes turning pitch black.
“Aww... are you strained? Need some relief, baby?“ she continued her inappropriate mission. Yvonne suppressed a gasp as she saw Ava's right hand sliding down his torso, landing god knows where.
Probably the whole divorce thing was a farce? Perhaps he was already hard for her under the table, awaiting his wife's wanton hand stroking him through the cream dress pants?
“Excusez-moi“ is blurted out of Yvonne, the clink of the young woman's spoon hitting the white plate drew too many pairs of eyes.
Pinching the fabric of her orange dress and hoisting the material up, she weaved past her seated sister, taking a last glance at her father's boiling expression.
“Tu vas regretter ça - you will regret this“ his gritted teeth wordlessly snapped but the pretty woman, visibly tired by all this couldn't care less.
Out. Now.
Air.
Ignoring every curious gaze that clung to her like a train, Yvonne rushed out of the great hall. The heels were clicking relentlessly on the cold stone floor, joining in the rhythm of her racing heart.
Conrad was a memory, yes, but deep down she knew her mind and heart wanted more of this electrifying man. Devil may care about his flaws. To her James Conrad was the only desirable man, but painfully obviously not only desired by her alone.
She was too good for having to deal with such moronic torture she repeatedly whispered to herself, pacing across the ground floor disorientated.
Fuck, she knew the building.
“Yvonne“ Conrad's rich voice suddenly filled the tense atmosphere, making her freeze for a moment.
Her name sounded too good to be true coming out of the asshole of a Captain's mouth. Nevertheless, he was the last person she wanted to be alone with now so she continued her flight.
“Leave me alone“.
The ding of the elevator announcing it's arrival couldn't have come any earlier to Yvonne's liking.
Internally, she prayed to have lost Conrad while her body ebulliently yearned for his. Soon, she knew, this cataclysmic crevice would tear open and sweep her away.
Taking a skittish glimpse in the big mirror of the elevator's cabin, Yvonne was shocked by the extent of herself she was confronted with.
The executive officer Yvonne Jackson navigating a US Navy carrier because her father denied to pay her college loans if it wasn't to start a military career...she was not there.
Only Yvonee.
The young woman, the underdog of her family having been pushed around and commanded since the day she could walk. A passionate soul living within the lean, small blonde with the cute snub nose that only wanted to be free.
A salty tear began to run down her rosy cheek when the elevator door closed.
Suddenly, the exact cream color of Conrads suit invaded the small gape that was left before Conrad pressed the doors open again. With sheer muscle force, rips of the poor fabric clearly audible.
Hunger lurked in his oceanic gaze, jaw bobbing forth and clenching just as dominantly as it did in Guatemala.
“Yvonne...“ he rasped, eyeing the gorgeous woman and her countless reflections dancing in the go-around mirror.
“Tell me more“.
J'espère que tu n'as pas fait trop de dégâts - I hope you didn't do too much damage.
Mon dieu. Que fait-elle ici? - My god. What is she doing her?
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‣ Conrad x ofc Yvonne Jackson
・warnings: 18+ dark themes, smut, manipulation, past trauma/abuse, dub/con
Louise Jackson, the adventurous daughter of a Marine Corps General gets assigned Capt Conrad's expedition troop. She vexes him while he magically draws her. Soon dirty secrets are revealed, roots of emotion discovered and nothing is as it seems...
ch 1 - show some respect
ch 2 - show some remorse
ch 3 - show some more
ch 4 - show some truth
ch 5 - show some feelings
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This is a gift for @poetic-fiasco. They actually re-watched Kong: Skull Island just to read this, and when I say I got emotional, you better believe me! It definitely gave me the extra push I needed to finish this monster of a one-shot! I’m honoured to call you a friend, love!
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Kong: Skull Island (2017), Kong: Skull Island (2017) RPF, Tom Hiddleston - Fandom
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Tom Hiddleston/Original Female Character(s), Tom Hiddleston/Reader, Tom Hiddleston & Original Female Character(s), Tom Hiddleston & Original Female Character(s) of Color, Tom Hiddleston & Reader, Tom Hiddleston & You, Tom Hiddleston & Original Character(s), James Conrad/Original Female Character(s), James Conrad/Reader, James Conrad/You, James Conrad & Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Tom Hiddleston, James Conrad, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Actor Tom Hiddleston, Dom Tom Hiddleston, Angry Tom Hiddleston, Protective Tom Hiddleston, Original Character(s), POV Original Female Character, Original Female Character(s) - Freeform, Choking, Praise Kink, Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Kissing, Roughness, Vaginal Sex, Wall Sex, Blow Jobs, Training, Military Ranks, Smut, Shameless Smut, Fights, Fist Fights, Porn With Plot, Self-Defense, Cunnilingus, Fucking, Gratuitous Smut, Sexual Tension, Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Established Relationship, Possessive Tom Hiddleston, James Conrad - Freeform, Captain James Conrad - Freeform, Post-Kong: Skull Island (2017), Penis In Vagina Sex, Gyms, Gym Sex, Breasts, Minor Violence, Non-Graphic Violence, Trauma, Assassination, Self Defence, self-defence training, Fight or Flight, Tom Hiddleston Feels
Summary:
After nearly being assassinated by rioting zealots, Dahlia, the daughter of a political incumbent, is forced to receive special self-defence training with former SAS officer, Captain James Conrad. How will she respond to the austere weapons specialist in private?
Preview:
“Is that a gun in your trousers or are you just pleased to see me?” He barely flinched at her rude comment, but she did see the slightest change. He clenched his jaw tightly.
Her goal wasn’t necessarily to make him laugh but more so to raise a reaction from him. Anything would do at this point.
She was rewarded, however, when she least expected it, during another session.
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