#james conrad x reader fanfic
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Wildest Dreams
Summary: It's nearing ten o’clock at night and James Conrad is standing on your doorstep.
Pairing: James Conrad x Female Reader
Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, dirty talk, praise kink, sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (female receiving), friends to lovers, mutual pining.
A/N: Sometimes, you're having a conversation with @sarahscribbles and something she says triggers your latent James Conrad brainrot and words happen. Saz, this is dedicated to you. 😘 (Also, everyone go read her stuff).
It's nearing ten o’clock at night and James Conrad is standing on your doorstep.
You didn’t even think he was in the country—last you’d heard, he was somewhere in Vietnam. Not that he was exactly keeping you apprised of his movements. The nature of his work means that he turns up or calls unexpectedly and sends letters inconsistently. It’s something that you’ve grown used to over the years—you’ve had no other choice, really.
The question, though, of whether or not you’ll be waiting for him is not really a question so much as it is an inevitability. Of course you will. You always will. Like it or not, the man is your weakness, your Achilles heel, the crack in your armor.
Your hands shake as you fumble with the latch and chain and open the door.
There’s a moment where you catch his first, unguarded expression—a flicker of relief, so quick you might miss it if you didn’t know him as well as you do. It strikes you as odd—you’d expect him to be glad to see you, perhaps, but relieved? Not necessarily. Especially not after the last time you’d seen him—that disastrous Christmas two years ago when wine and seasonal sadness had prompted you to say more than you intended about your feelings for him.
He’d said you were better off as friends.
It still stings, even thinking of it now. You haven’t spoken of it since. He hadn’t been back since then, either—that in and of itself wasn’t necessarily unusual for him, but you couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to his absence this time around.
Before you can think about whether it’s a good idea, you’re stepping forward to embrace him. You always forget how tall he is, how he takes up space and towers over you, how that makes you feel small and safe. He still smells the same—Ivory soap with a hint of cloves and a little bit of musk—and your name still sounds too good in that deep purr of a baritone.
“It’s good to see you,” he says into your ear.
Is it just you or is he holding you awfully tight?
It’s probably just you. Isn’t that the sad theme of all of this? Just you with the feelings, just you with the broken heart. Just you, secretly pining for him since university and having it all come to nothing. Just you. Alone as always.
“You too,” you say, even though seeing him makes all the old bruises and scars on your heart ache with a renewed fervor. You release him and gesture to your door. “Come in.”
You notice a cut on his left cheek, a small, yellowing bruise blooming around the edges of it. It must be a few days old. He carries a duffle bag slung over his back—a huge, beat up leather thing he’s had since university. He sets it on the floor as you lock up behind him.
“What are you doing here?” spills out of your mouth before you can think about how it sounds, despite the fact that your eyes are drinking him in like he’s water in a desert. “I thought you were in Vietnam.”
“Pacific,” he says. There’s a slight shadow in his expression, like there’s something he doesn’t want to say. “Just got back this evening.”
“Do you want tea?” It’s the only thing you can think to do.
“Please,” he says.
You don’t need to ask him how he takes it because you know. English Breakfast, splash of cream, no sugar. You could make it in your sleep.
You busy yourself in the kitchen, fishing out a packet of shortbread biscuits from the back of your cupboard while the kettle boils. Out of habit, you take out the pair of chipped mugs you’ve had since university. You’d unintentionally taken one from the refectory during a particularly sleepless week in the middle of exams and been too embarrassed to return it. He’d teased you about it at first, but he had then stolen his own mug the following week in what he described as “solidarity with your crimes.” When you moved into your first apartment, he’d given you his as a housewarming gift.
“This could really hurt my career if they found out about it,” he’d said solemnly as his eyes danced with barely repressed laughter. “I thought it would be best to give it to you for safe keeping.”
You’d rolled your eyes and laughed at him then, but you always wrapped them extra carefully when you moved—as though by keeping those mugs whole, you could also keep Conrad safe.
The faint ghost of a smile that you catch when you bring the tea and biscuits out to the living room warms your heart and gives you a little spark of hope. Perhaps all isn’t lost. Maybe things can go back to the way they were before that disaster of a Christmas.
You set the mugs and shortbread down on the table and take your seat next to him on the couch.
Your tea is still too hot, but you pick it up anyway, just to give your hands something to do. Maybe the slight sting of the hot ceramic against your palms will help you keep you grounded.
“I presume you’re not telling me where in the Pacific for a reason,” you say.
He nods. “Correct.”
He looks tired, you think. There’s a tightness in his jaw that’s new, a distant look in his eyes that seems different than his usual brand of stoicism. You want to be annoyed by his lack of detail, but the weariness makes you pause.
“Are you all right?” you ask.
His laugh is short and humorless. “As I ever was.”
You tilt your head. “That’s not really an answer.”
He exhales, running a hand through his hair. “It was a difficult job.” He pauses for a moment, his gaze sliding to the wall across the room, to a landscape painting you’d found at a thrift shop. “I didn't know if I’d make it back, to be quite honest.”
You’ve never seen him like this before and it’s somewhere beyond disorienting. Conrad is ruthlessly capable and appropriately confident; the idea of something being beyond his skill set is baffling as it is unsettling.
“I’m glad you did,” you say softly.
You expect him to give you a slight half smile, perhaps nudge his shoulder against yours. But instead, his gaze remains fixed on the middle distance, an odd, melancholy sort of cast to his blue eyes.
“You don’t really seem like you’re all right,” you say gently.
There at last is that little half smile that you were expecting. Somehow, it’s less comforting than you thought it would be.
“There’s a certain amount of clarity that you get from an experience like that,” he says evenly. “You're forced to confront a lot of things. Choices you’ve made. People you’ve hurt.”
You think he’s referring to what happened two years ago and you try not to flinch. He can’t know that you still think about that, that you’re still hurting. That you haven’t stopped loving him, even though you’ve pretended that you have.
He pauses for another moment, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. “In the moments when I thought I wasn’t coming back, the only thing I could think about was you.”
Air vanishes from your lungs. You’re afraid to even hope, as if even acknowledging the possibility would jinx it.
“What do you mean by that?” you ask, your voice barely louder than a whisper.
He finally looks at you and your heart creeps into your throat. “I was not entirely honest with you at Christmas.”
You realize that you’re holding your breath, but you can’t help it.
“I thought that by turning you away, I was keeping you safe,” he says. “I thought by hiding the truth, I was saving you from a lot of pain.”
Your heart is pounding. You lick your lips. If he means what you hope he means, you need to hear him say it—you can’t believe it otherwise.
“And what is the truth, James?” Your voice wobbles just a little bit.
His gaze is locked on you, infinite as the stars. “The truth is that I’ve been in love with you for years,” he says softly. “And when I thought I wasn’t coming back, all I could think about was how much I regretted not telling you.”
In the moments leading up to this, it felt as though time was slowing. This is the moment, though, where everything stops. In this moment, it’s just the two of you—Conrad with those devastating blue eyes that peer right into your soul and you with your broken heart and wounded pride.
He wanted you all this time.
You raise a shaking hand to wipe away the tear that’s somehow escaped the corner of your eye.
All this time.
“You have every right to be angry with me.” His voice is low and soft, just for you to hear. “And I understand if you need time. But I came here tonight to tell you that if you still want me, I’m yours.”
You are feeling entirely too much. You want to kiss him. You want to scream at him. You want to hold him and never let go.
All this time.
“James, I—” Your voice catches in your throat and you take a deep breath, fighting back a sob that’s bubbling in your chest. You set your tea back down on the table. Your hands are shaking.
“I—I don’t even know where to start. I—” Your voice catches again on that sob in your chest. You pause again to collect yourself. You open your mouth to speak and a strangled sort of laugh tumbles from your lips instead.
“God.” You wipe another stray tear from your cheek. “You’re such a fucking idiot. I mean, not just for making all those assumptions about what was best for me, but also just—” Your voice catches again and you pause. “I never stopped wanting you.”
The corner of his mouth twitches slightly and there’s a flicker of something like hope in his eyes. “Does that mean you’ve forgiven me?”
You take a shaky breath. “Yes and no.” You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand. “You should have asked me if safe was what I wanted, instead of just making that decision for me.”
He nods. “I know. I’m sorry.”
“Nothing is safe, James,” you continue. “It’s an illusion at best. You could live a perfectly dull life in the suburbs and be hit by a bus on your way to your perfectly dull job.” You pause, weighing the words that you want to say next. “I never wanted safe,” you say, your voice catching again in your throat. “I just wanted you.”
There’s a moment of quiet and Conrad looks well and truly chastened.
You take another deep breath and reach for his hand. The look that he gives you then—like he’s afraid to hope that youstill want him—is almost enough to make you abandon what you want to say next and kiss him on the spot.
“I know what I want,” you say quietly. “I understand the risks. You don’t need to throw yourself on the sword to protect me and you certainly don’t need to make those decisions for me. I need you to understand that if this is going to work.”
He nods. “I do.”
“Okay.” You exhale. “Will you shut up and kiss me now?”
The look of relief on his face is like sunshine.
“Come here,” he says softly, pulling you into his lap, your legs framing his hips. He cups your face in his hands, looking at you like you’re something wonderful, like he can’t believe you’re his.
Then he takes a deep breath and finally closes the gap between you.
You’ve waited years for this kiss. From the early days of your friendship coalescing around late nights and stale coffee and jokes that are only funny at two o’clock in the morning to the agony of watching him leave for basic training and then Vietnam and god knows where else. This kiss was never guaranteed—and in part, that’s why it’s so good. It could have been taken from you by any number of dangers or even just Conrad’s own foolish need to protect you.
But you finally have it and it’s everything you had thought it would be.
His mouth is slow and soft against yours, his tongue moving in a gentle caress that makes you feel every year of waiting and yearning and hoping. You mourn the years lost, but you can’t help but savor how perfect it feels as a result. Your hands map the sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones as your tongue traces the soft line of his lips. You want to remember every part of this moment—every part of him.
It’s a few minutes later when you part, both of you slightly breathless. You rest your forehead against his.
“I shouldn’t have waited so long,” he says softly. His eyes are still shut.
You press your lips against his forehead. “Make it up to me, then.”
He slides a hand up to the back of your neck and pulls you back into another kiss.
You can feel the press of his growing erection against your thigh, but for now, it’s enough to just kiss him, to let your body melt against his and feel his hands in your hair, on your hips, framing your face. He makes a low, soft noise in the back of his throat when you nip at his lower lip, somewhere between a moan and a sigh and you think it might be the best sound you’ve ever heard.
But the longer you kiss him, the more you want, and it slowly begins to build a far more frantic need low in your hips. His hands become bolder, sliding along the curve of your waist and hips, stroking your thighs, squeezing your ass as he pulls you ever closer. You, in turn, press yourself more firmly against him, rolling your hips against his until he makes that low groaning sound that leaves you weak.
But it’s his hand wandering up to slip that first button on your blouse that makes you pull away from him, breathless.
“Bed?” You intend it as a question, but it sounds a little more like a plea.
His smile is devilish as he undoes the second button. “I thought you’d never ask.” His gaze slides back down to your open blouse and he quickly slips the third and fourth buttons.
“I thought we were going to bed,” you say with a smirk as the final two buttons come undone.
“We are,” he says as he pulls your blouse off your shoulders. You shiver under the weight of his gaze as he stares greedily at your breasts.
“You seem a little distracted,” you say.
“Well, I can’t very well leave a job undone,” he says, trailing a finger along the scalloped edge of your bra. “It wouldn’t be proper.”
“Yes, you seem deeply concerned with propriety,” you say, shooting a pointed glance at his finger.
“Very much so,” he murmurs, his fingertips caressing the curve of your breast and then skimming behind your back to unhook the clasp in one single, swift motion.
The straps slip down off your shoulders and he tugs the garment away from you.
He lets out a low groan as he looks at you, which sends a bolt of slick desire straight to your cunt. His hands cup your breasts.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, rolling his thumbs against the sensitive skin of your nipples. You squirm slightly in his lap and he gets a devilish look in his eyes.
His mouth quickly replaces his right hand on your breast.
He’s too good with his mouth. That’s the first thought you have as his lips and tongue cover your breast. But then he catches your nipple between his teeth and gently teases and pulls at the sensitive skin until it puckers and hardens in the heat of his mouth. Your hands rake through his hair, curling into a fist when he finds a particularly good spot. You are arching into his touch, your hips rolling mindlessly against his.
“James,” you gasp out. “Bed, please.”
He laughs quietly against your breast. You expect him to release you, but instead he moves his mouth to your right breast.
“Fuck,” you hiss as his tongue and teeth exert the same kind of blissful madness on your right breast while his hand kneads and teases the left.
You find yourself torn between begging him not to stop and begging him to take you to bed and you’re honestly not sure which one you want more. But a minute or so later, he releases you, lips curling into a smirk.
“I think you enjoyed that impropriety,” he says, eyes sparkling with a combination of desire and laughter that leaves you dizzy.
“You’re on thin ice, James Conrad,” you say, though you can’t hide your smile.
Desire overshadows the laughter in his expression, like the moon eclipsing the sun. “Let me take you to bed and earn my forgiveness, then,” he says.
You slide off his lap onto wobbly legs, but you don’t have to worry about it for very long because he immediately sweeps you into his arms and carries you down the hall to your bedroom.
In your room, he sets you down on your bed and divests you of your jeans with such speed and efficiency you find yourself wondering if it was part of his training.
You slide back on the unmade bed, looking up at him as he looms above you, handsome and a little dangerous in the moonlight that breaks through your curtains.
He allows himself a moment to just look at you, his gaze moving slowly up your body, drinking you in like he’ll never have enough.
Finally, he crawls onto the bed, his gaze intent and hungry, filled with purpose.
He stops at your hips, spreading your thighs wide, licking his lips as he looks you over before lowering himself to kiss the gusset of your underwear.
You can feel the hot rush of his breath against your cunt, the thin, damp fabric the only thing that separates you from the warmth of his mouth. He kisses the fabric again, his nose nudging against your clit.
“James,” you choke out.
This is all he needs tonight. His hands immediately go to your waistband and pull the fabric down and off your hips.
You both groan at the first brush of his mouth against your cunt, though the noise you make is admittedly much closer to a whimper. His tongue circles your clit slowly at first, teasing and tasting and testing until he finds the motion that makes you gasp his name.
You’d thought he was joking about earning your forgiveness, but the way he moves is as though he believes his absolution is truly on the line.
Or maybe he’s just really good at this, you think. It might not be that deep. You don’t need to overth—
Almost as though he can tell that too many of your brain cells are available for coherent thought, he slides one long index finger into you, curling and searching until he finds the spot that makes you gasp and dig your heels into the firm muscles of his back.
He’s building a warm, whirling tension in your hips, burning bright as a meteor about to strike. You grasp at the bed sheets as the rolling crescendo of sensation threatens to overwhelm you.
His free hand snakes up to find yours clasped in the sheets. His fingers twine with yours.
Something about this little gesture of affection after all those years of wanting and hoping strikes at something deep within you. You’ve never loved anyone like you’ve loved him. You don’t know that you ever will love anyone like you love him.
And maybe it’s that thought, or maybe it’s just a coincidence, but this is the moment you come completely undone.
You cry out as your back arches, pleasure rushing through you. His grip on your hand feels like the only thing keeping you tethered to reality as your whole body succumbs to the feeling. He slows the pace of his tongue to match the rolling swells of the aftershocks as they roll through you.
“James.” It’s the first coherent word you say and he draws away from your cunt reluctantly, though not before placing a soft, lingering kiss against your clit.
Before you can make a joke about how he’s overdressed, he’s sitting up and peeling that ridiculously tight shirt over his head. Your lips part as you feast your eyes on that beautiful expanse of muscle, firm and perfectly sculpted—
—and painted with a massive bruise across his ribs, brilliant and purple as a sunset.
Your post-orgasmic stupor is momentarily forgotten as you roll to your knees, crawling over to him. “You’re hurt.”
He looks confused for a moment before following the path of your gaze. “Oh, that. It’s nothing. Looks a lot worse than it is.”
“The same way your broken finger was nothing?” you say, fingertips trailing to just beneath the edges of the bruise. The broken finger had happened in your last year of university during an unsanctioned game of rugby. He had insisted it was just sprained, even though it was nearly black in color. You knew better and had dragged him to the hospital, where he was informed that not only was his finger broken, but that it was so badly broken that he’d need surgery to set it. Over the years, it had evolved into your go-to example of why he needed to listen to you, the damning piece of evidence that proved he could be too stoic and hardheaded for his own good.
Privately, though, it was also your way of saying that you cared about him, that you worried that his high tolerance for pain and admittedly impressive abilities might lead to him not asking for help when he needed it.
He rolls his eyes, but his gaze is fond. “You’re never going to drop that, are you?”
“Never. You should know that by now.” You put your hands on his shoulders. Should you tell him what you feel? You hesitate for just a moment, but it’s enough for him to notice.
“What is it?” he asks.
You suck in a deep breath. “I want you to be okay with me caring about you.” Your voice is softer than you intend.
He frowns slightly and places his hands on your hips. “How do you mean?”
“Stuff like this,” you say, tracing the edge of the bruise. “I know you say it’s nothing but…” You swallow. “And maybe it is but…you’ve always acted a little like my caring about you—even as a friend—was this massive liability for me.” You place your hand over the bruise. “And it’s never felt that way to me at all.”
You can’t quite read his expression. “What does it feel like?” he asks.
You move your hand over his heart, feeling the steady, even beat under your fingers. “Like you’re someone that I love and I want you to be okay,” you say softly. “Is that really so horrible?”
He runs a thumb along your jaw, leaning his forehead against yours. “Not at all,” he says.
You pause for a moment, your hand on his heart. “I just—I don’t want safe, okay? Just you. Let’s start with that.”
“Okay.” His eyes trail down your face to your lips, but he waits for you to close the gap.
You do.
There’s a part of you that wonders if you said too much too soon, if you have instead succeeded in scaring him off, but he kisses you so deeply that it immediately mutes your anxiety, blunting the cacophony of your fears into a muffled background noise that’s easy to dismiss. When your hand starts to drift toward his belt buckle, he pulls away, the desire in his eyes setting your body aflame. “On your back, my lovely,” he says softly.
You lie back on the bed, staring greedily as he finishes undressing.
He cuts a striking figure, lit by the moonlight streaming in through the curtains. Even with that wicked bruise splashed across his ribs, he still looks like something divine and he’s staring at you like you’re equally remarkable. The thought makes you shiver.
The mattress dips as he crawls back onto the bed and positions himself over your body.
The tip of his cock nudges against your stomach. You reach between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around the hard length of him. He’s long and thick, big in a way that makes your toes curl in anticipation. A low, pleased groan rumbles in his chest.
He leans in to kiss you as you stroke him slowly, savoring every sound he makes, every sharp intake of breath. After a moment, he places his hand over yours, guiding your hand away. You angle your hips up toward him, wrapping one leg around his waist.
He presses the tip of his cock against your soaking cunt and you suck in a sharp breath. He looks at you and grins as he slowly drags his cock from your entrance to your clit and back, coating himself in your slickness.
“You’re a tease,” you say.
“Just making sure you’re ready for me,” he says, eyes glinting too much for that to be the whole truth.
“I can tell when you’re lying, you know.”
The tip of his cock slowly slips inside you and you gasp.
“Can you?” he says casually, like you’re just having a chat over drinks. He eases back out.
“What happened to the man who was going to earn his forgiveness?” you say.
He grins, pressing his cock back against your entrance. “Oh, I think you’re enjoying this.”
It’s a difficult assertion to deny, especially with the way he rocks into you slowly, each time going just a little deeper—but never quite deep enough—before drawing back. It’s not long before your hips are rocking with his, urging him deeper.
“More,” you breathe.
A smirk curls at his lips. “More?”
You don’t know that you have the words to describe the particular empty ache you feel, or the fact that you know it’s only going to be soothed by the steady, rocking thrust of his cock fully inside you. “Please,” you say instead. “Please.”
“I’ve waited too long not to savor you,” he says. He eases inside you another inch or so before pausing.
“James.” There’s desperation in your voice that you’ve never heard before, a slight whimper that makes you feel wild with need. “I need you.”
“You’ll have me, darling,” he says as he leans in to kiss you. He’s easing forward slowly, but this time, he keeps going until he’s buried to the hilt, hips flush against yours. You whimper, relishing the feeling of him inside you, close as you can be.
“Good girl,” he murmurs against your lips. “I knew you could take me.”
You can’t help the way your body reacts to his praise or the soft moan that falls from your lips.
He notices. Of course he does. You feel him smirk as he kisses you and he pulls back slightly to look at you. “Do you like hearing me call you my good girl?”
You nod, but you don’t need to—your cunt flutters around him, tensing.
“Oh, I can feel how much you like that.” He lowers his voice. “My lovely, good girl.”
He slowly rocks his hips once and your breath hitches.
“So very, very good,” he purrs. “You’re taking me so well, darling. And every time I call you my good girl, you feel even better.”
You shudder again as he settles into a devastatingly slow rhythm. Maybe it’s his size or maybe he just knows his angles, but he’s hitting every sensitive place inside you in just the right way and god, you never want him to stop.
“Do you want to be very good for me?” he says in that same low voice.
“Yes,” you breathe. It’s hard to describe how much you want to please him, how much you want him to say your name in that low, deep purr of a voice and tell you that you feel incredible, that you’re doing so well for him. You want to give yourself over to him, let him claim you as his.
“If you want to be very good for me,” he continues, “you’ll come on my cock.”
“Yes,” you say. “Please.”
“Let’s see what we can do about that.” He’s shifting his weight slightly, propping himself up on his left arm, bringing his right hand to your clit. His fingers slowly roll over the throbbing bundle of nerves and you moan.
“Oh, that feels good, doesn’t it?” he says. “I don’t think you’re going to last very long if I keep doing this.”
You whimper something that might have been words at one point, but disintegrated into an unintelligible mess of vowels and consonants somewhere between your brain and your mouth.
“In fact,” he says, his voice dropping impossibly low, “maybe you’re going to be a very, very good girl and come more than once on my cock.”
You whimper, your hips rolling with his. The combination of his fingers on your clit and his cock inside of you is driving you crazy, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
“Can you do that for me, sweetheart?” he rasps. “Can you be a good girl and come on my cock?”
You can feel your orgasm building, that coil in your hips winding tighter and tighter. You nod.
“Look at me and tell me what you want,” he says.
“I—yes.”
“Yes what?”
“I want to come.”
He shakes his head. “That’s not what I said.”
“I want to come on your cock.”
“Still not quite right.”
Something like a combination of a laugh and a whine falls from your lips. “James—”
“I want to hear you say it, love. All of it.”
“Fuck—” You can feel yourself inching closer to the edge.
“Tell me.”
“I want—” You shudder against your impending release. “I want…I want to be a good girl—and come on your cock.”
“Good girl,” he purrs, increasing his pace ever so slightly. “Now come for me.”
You’re not sure if it’s the fact that he made you say it out loud or because he told you to come or if it’s just a very well timed coincidence. Either way, your back is suddenly arching and your cunt is clamping down hard on his cock as you careen into an orgasm that makes your whole body tremble.
But as good as it feels, you can’t help but be captivated by Conrad—the way he slows his pace, the sound he makes. You can tell he’s struggling to stay in control and the fact that a man noted for his cool head and ruthless calm is struggling to keep his composure because of how you are making him feel is somewhere beyond incredible.
He pauses for a moment, seemingly to collect himself. He looks at you as you tremble through the aftershocks, drinking you in like he can’t quite believe the wonder of what he’s seeing.
“You’re heavenly,” he says softly.
You reach for him and he leans down to kiss you, his hips still moving at that agonizingly slow pace.
“I think it’s your turn, though,” you murmur against his lips.
He draws back and that intense, hungry look is back. “My turn?” he says, raising an eyebrow. “Did you not tell me you were going to be a good girl for me?”
“I just came on your cock,” you say. “Wasn’t that the agreement?”
“I believe I said that if you were very good, you would come more than once.” He accompanies this with a sharp thrust of his hips as he lowers his lips to your ear. “And I know you want to be very good.”
Your breath is already hitching, your back arching as your legs lock around his waist. “Fuck.”
His voice has dropped again to that low growl. “Do you know how utterly incredible you feel when you come?”
His fingers are back at your clit and you whine.
“It took every ounce of my strength not to spill myself inside you the moment your sweet cunt started trembling around me.” His breath is hot on your ear and you can’t help the way that your muscles clench around him.
He groans low in your ear. “Fuck. Yes. Like that.”
His pace is still so slow and steady and that almost makes the buildup more unbearable. You don’t understand how you’re already so close, but you can feel the tide of your orgasm rising once again.
“Oh god,” you moan.
“I can feel how close you are,” he growls. “And I’m not going to be able to hold back.”
“Come for me,” you say, your voice rough with desperation.
“You first,” he says. “Then I’ll make you mine.”
“I’ve always been yours,” you choke out before your voice cuts off with a cry as your orgasm starts to crest. It’s just as intense as your last one—the edges of your vision go white and fuzzy and you let out a primal moan.
Conrad’s pace increases as he fucks you through it, his mouth open in a soundless gasp.
“James,” you whimper.
He lets out a low moan seconds before you feel the warmth of his release inside you.
He leans down to kiss you and it’s as though you’re both moving through molasses—every touch, every sound feels slow and sweet. He finally lets his head drop to your shoulder when his hips still. He exhales slowly, the heat of his breath warming your shoulder.
“We should have been doing this for years,” he says after a moment.
“I mean, there was a reason why I called you a fucking idiot earlier.”
He lifts his head to look at you and he’s failing to hide his smile. “I suppose that’s difficult to dispute.”
You press a kiss against his forehead. “You can keep earning my forgiveness. I certainly enjoyed this first attempt.”
“Mmm, I have several other ideas.” He kisses you softly and slowly before slowly pulling away. “But let’s get cleaned up.”
He makes you stay in bed while he fetches a wet washcloth from your bathroom and carefully cleans you up. It’s sweet and intimate in a way you don’t expect—no one’s ever done this for you before.
He returns to bed and you curl up together, your cheek resting on his chest, his fingers tracing patterns on your shoulder.
You’re quiet for a bit, mulling the question that sits on the tip of your tongue like the sword of Damocles, ready to fall and smash your easy peace to bits.
“What is it?” asks Conrad before you can summon the courage.
“Hmm?” you say, though you’re pretty sure he’s going to see through your lie.
“You’ve got something on your mind.”
You pause, wetting your lips. “How long are you in town?”
His grip on you tightens, like he understands. “For now, as long as you want me to be.”
You lift your head to give him a skeptical look. He strokes your cheek.
“I’ll have another job eventually,” he says. “But not quite yet.”
“Okay,” you say.
He’s quiet for a moment. “This part of it…it’s not going to be easy.”
You hear the unspoken part of this—he’s giving you a chance to back out, to call this a one off, to keep yourself safe.
“Once again, I never said I wanted easy,” you say. “I just want you.”
He draws you closer, pressing a kiss to the top of you head. “You have me, my love,” he murmurs. “I’ve always been yours.”
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friday nights & hot dates [kinktober 2023: slow & soft]
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Summary: A few months after he first showed up at your house to keep you company on your birthday, Conrad finally tells you how he feels. | sequel to 'you deserve better'
Pairing: James Conrad x Reader
Word Count: 6.1k [please prepare drinkies & snacks accordingly]
Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, get on outta here i won't ask twice); unprotected p in v sex; language; insecure reader; the smut scene is 1.3k words long idek if i should say sorry for this… [let me know if i missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: simp Conrad; a touch of aftercare in the end 😳🫠
Dick-tionary (aka smut guide): smut starts at "Once he realized what you were about to do" and ends at "We're nowhere near done"
A loud chime boomed across the Monarch training field, announcing the top of the hour. The setting sun only barely blocked by the visor atop former Captain James Conrad's head and doing a piss poor job of straining his eyes as he watched on the first troop of soldiers assigned to the lab.
He'd been tasked to train the few handfuls of privates to be able to face the challenges that Skull Island would have in store for them throughout subsequent missions. They were decent enough, but to handle both navigating the hostile, monstrous terrain and serving as protective detail for the scientists on their tasks to obtain more samples and document its ecosystem, they would need to be exemplary. At the top of their game.
Especially if they are to be protecting Y/N, he thought to himself. Then again, he probably wouldn't let any of them anywhere near you. He would see to your protection personally. Make sure that there was little to no room for error when it came to your safety.
But they all had a long way to go before he decreed any of them ready for the field. And none of them would be closing the gap on their endurance or their agility within the next few minutes. The chime that rung out through the field not only signaled the top of the hour, but the end of your own work day, and he wanted to at least see you off to your ride home. Perhaps walk with you to the pick-up point.
"Alright, that's enough for today," he called out to the privates, everyone standing to attention at his word. "We'll resume on Monday morning. Get adequate rest this weekend."
He took off his training jacket and his visor, haphazardly running his hand through his short cropped hair. While he took a quick inventory of his belongings before heading off to your lab, one of the women privates approached him.
"Do you need anything, Pearson?"
She began to shuffle her stance, somewhat incapable of meeting his gaze as she spoke to him. "The other guys and I were going to check out the new Mexican place that opened up a few blocks from here. I was--I mean we were wondering if you'd like to join us?"
Pearson straightened her stance in a particular manner, jutting her chest out in a blatantly clear attempt to draw his attention to it. You're fresh out of luck, my attentions are for one woman and one woman only. And she's in the lab.
"Thank you for the invite, Pearson, but I have what you and your peers might say a…'hot date' tonight." He fought against the smile playing at the corners of his mouth at the thought of being on a proper date with you.
"Oh." She barely tried to hide the disappointment in her voice. "Okay then. Have a good weekend, Sir."
"Don't look now but he's here again," Brooks muttered from across the lab, the sound of him clacking away on his keyboard taking the briefest pause to tell you that once again, the former SAS tracker James Conrad was right outside the door. "You ever gonna share with the class how you two became a thing? 'Cause we have a bet going on in the lab about who made the first move and--"
"There's nothing to share, Brooks, because we aren't a thing," you cut him off, taking on a snippy tone while you ran the genome of the last flora sample from the set you collected in Skull Island against every recorded organism known to man so far. "We're friends, that's all. Give it time and he'll get tired of slumming it out with me and go back to haunting pool bars and nameless hookups."
"I don't know, Y/L/N…I never had a friend look at me like that."
The results from your test finally came up on the screen, confirming that the flora on the island were all, in fact, undocumented. You took a quick screenshot and placed it into your report. "Looks like we're getting funded," you announced, your half-deadpanned tone met with a mixture of excitement and fear. "Don't everyone stand up at once, I know how pumped we all are to get back to the island of death."
You finally stood up from your desk, looking outside the door and seeing Conrad outside giving you a little smile when your eyes met. You tried to ignore how your heart started doing backflips in your chest at the sight of him, keeping your expression fairly neutral as you gave him a small wave in response. Once your computer had finished shutting down, you grabbed your things and bid everyone goodbye, stopping at Brooks's desk last.
"If what you mean is looking at me like a barnacle he can't scrape off his boat, I hope you never have friends that look at you like that, my guy."
Before you stepped through the door, your fellow scientist let out a final remark. "You know, Y/N, for someone so smart, you're a bit of an idiot sometimes."
"Takes one to know one, Brooks," you shot back, stepping across the threshold and almost immediately becoming face-to-chest with the tracker that towered over you effortlessly. "Hey Conrad," you said slowly, trying your best to keep a hold of your composure. "Did you need something from us? I think I have Bryant running CMP for the guys you're training you should have the results tomo--"
"I didn't come here for the blood tests, Y/L/N," he cut you off, giving you another little smile that had your pulse thumping violently at your throat. "I erm…it's Friday." His eyebrows scrunched together in the slightest wince at his words.
"It is…" you echoed lamely, starting to tap away at your phone to get an Uber home, holding back the urge to sigh in relief seeing that your ride was only a few minutes away. "Have a good weekend, then," you tried to wave him off, pointing vaguely at the pick-up area, starting to awkwardly shuffle away from him.
He reached out and wrapped his hand around yours, stopping you before you got away too far. "Actually, I was thinking…perhaps we could go and grab a bite to eat? There's a new place that opened up just a short walk from here. Maybe we could try it out?"
As if on cue, your stomach let out an audible grumble, rudely reminding you that the last time you ate was this morning before you left your house. Before you could dwell on it any further, you canceled your Uber, giving him a tiny smile of your own. "Lead the way."
Dinner was a rather quiet affair, the two of you starting off by sharing a plate of nachos before you ordered your mains. Sometime before your entrees were served, a small group of people you recognized as the privates being trained as the Monarch Defense Team walked through the doors, the women immediately spotting Conrad and tossing a scornful dismissive look your way.
"What's wrong?"
His voice took your attention away from the group, the motion of him reaching across the table to take your hand in his causing a resounding stomp from across the restaurant followed by a barely contained "What the fuck?!"
"It's uhh…it's nothing," you waved off, trying to slowly pull your hand away so as to not elicit a stronger reaction from the group and grab his attention. "Just…thinking about work. I have to put a recommendation for another mission to the island in my report."
"We'll be better prepared this time," he reassured you, his thumb rubbing across the back of your hand in a soothing motion. "We have a better idea of what we're to face when we get there, and what not to do. And with enough time the troop that I'm training might even be field ready, so you and your team would have better protection."
Your neck twitched at the idea of the woman with the derisive eyes being tasked to protect you. Might even just throw you to the gigantic insects voluntarily. "Right…at least the team will be safe."
"And you, Y/N," he insisted, giving your hand a light squeeze. "I'll see to it myself, I promise you."
You nodded at his words, feeling your face strain at the smile you tried to give him before slipping your hand out of his and standing up. "Ladies room, I'll be back in a few."
While you were in line for the restroom, your thoughts wandered to how you could potentially word your recommendation so that maybe you didn't have to go with the rest of the team back to Skull Island. You weren't physically cut out to be in such a high-stress environment, and frankly you would be more of a liability if people had to look out for you on top of trying to survive a hostile environment.
When your turn came up in the queue, you were stopped in your tracks by someone wrapping their hand around your arm in a claw-like grasp, yanking you slightly backwards. "We need to talk, Y/L/N," a woman seethed.
You swore your blood chilled to near freezing point when you saw the woman private from Conrad's troop, her hateful eyes and vicious sneer too close for comfort.
There was something troubling you, Conrad could tell that much as he watched you in line for the restroom. Much as he usually found it adorable when you were muttering to yourself over your research, he had to fight to resist the urge to stand up and do what he could to somehow put you at ease.
He knew that you weren't all too excited that you had to return to the island, but his gut told him that it was more than just that. You seemed almost fearful when he mentioned the troop that he was training, and not in the way that told him it was simply because you doubted their ability to guarantee your safety.
Did you not realize that he would never even think to put your safety in anyone's hands other than his own? Didn't you know how valuable you were to him? Of course he would keep you safe. He'd put you in the same tent if he could just to make sure you'd never leave his sight.
The sight of a woman marching towards you as if on a war path had him leaving his seat within seconds, immediately recognizing it to be Pearson. When she stopped you from moving and he clocked the vice grip she had on you it had him seeing red. He saw the way you flinched back when she started hissing in your face, her words making every muscle in his body tense and burn with the itch to protect you from someone so obviously spiteful.
"Don't tell me you're the hot date that Captain Conrad turned me down for, this has to be the biggest crock of shit I've ever heard in my life," she spat out. Your face contorted with obvious discomfort from her talon-like hand tightening around your arm, nails undoubtedly digging into your skin.
"Listen, Private Pearson, I think there might just be a misunderstanding," you spoke softly, your tone laced with caution. "He's probably gonna go to said 'hot date' after this, I'm just his friend. We're friends…I think…"
Silly sweet girl, he thought to himself. Are you really so unaware of how I see you?
"Do you really think I'm that stupid, Y/L/N? I don't need to have a PhD in God knows what the ever loving fuck to know that you're into him. The only thing I can't figure out to save my life is what the fuck he sees in a mousey jumpy little thing like you, and where you found the goddamn audacity to steal him away the way you did."
"I'm not trying to steal anyone," you insisted, trying to wrestle your arm out of her hold. "We're just friends, Private Pearson. Anyone with a functioning brain can see that he doesn't want me like that. You want him, he's all yours, you won't hear a peep out of me."
"You better be right," she scoffed, releasing you with a slight shove, causing you to stumble backwards and fight to find your balance for a few seconds before righting yourself on your feet again. "If you know what's good for you, you'll stay the fuck away from him. Preferably before you see what happens when your stupid little face gets me triggered."
Rather than give her a verbal agreement, you simply nodded your head, scurrying off into the restroom, your face looking as if it had been drained of color and your bottom lip quivering with an obvious concern for your own safety.
So this was why you were concerned over your protection detail if you had to return to the island. Of course. Who would ever feel safe if someone assigned to the team that was tasked to protect them behaved the way that Pearson was behaving now? Who was to say that it wasn't beneath her to intentionally endanger you out of sheer spite?
The private let out an arrogant huff, flipping her hair and standing up straight with a smug look on her face before making her way back to her table with the rest of the privates in her troop.
"Pearson," Conrad spoke, letting his irritation over the entire encounter lace his tone. She stopped in her tracks, turning slowly to face him with a touch of fear in her eyes. Good, you should be afraid after the way you just spoke to the woman I love.
"Cap…Captain Conrad, hi!" Her cheeks strained with the smile she tried to keep plastered on her face despite the obvious nervousness that remained in her eyes. "We're so glad you decided to join us after all, we're seated over--"
"You're dismissed. Don't bother coming in on Monday." Her face fell immediately, indignation coloring her expression. "If you cannot treat the people you're expected to defend and protect with professionalism and respect, then you're not fit to stay on this team, let alone be deployed to the island."
"Come on, all this for a shifty little nothing? This is completely unfair!" she scoffed. "You could do so much better than her--"
"Hold your damn tongue, Pearson. I won't have you disrespect her--"
"She can't even hear us!"
"But I can." He began to raise his voice, calling the attention of the other patrons in the restaurant. "That's the woman I love you're talking about. It would be wise for you to choose your next words very carefully."
All the color drained from her face and she stood up straight again, back at full attention. "I apologize, Sir. I'll have my locker cleared before the weekend's over." And then she made her way back to her table, heavy footsteps sounding throughout the whole restaurant.
As Conrad sat back in his seat waiting for you to return, he replayed his own words over and over in his mind. After all this time keeping his emotions bottled in for the sake of preserving what friendship he had with you, the words had finally formed and solidified what had been building ever since the day he met you on the way to that forsaken death island.
He loved you.
By the time you made your way back to your table, you spotted Conrad signing a receipt and placing his credit card back into his wallet.
"You know I keep a tally on how many times you've refused to let me pay, right?" you sighed, taking out your phone and once again trying to book for an Uber home. "I'm perfectly fine with and capable of splitting the bill."
"Next time."
"I also keep a tally on how many times you've said exacty that." You shuffled your feet awkwardly where you stood, avoiding looking at both him and the table that sat his trainees, including the cruel witch that was Private Pearson. "Well uhm…I should get going, it's getting late. Enjoy your weekend, Conrad."
He reached out before you took another step, placing his hand at the curve of your waist. "Walk with me back to the lab and I'll drive you home."
The sound of a fist slamming down on one of the tables made you take a step back from his hold. You didn't have to look to know who it was or what caused the outburst. "I-I really don't wanna be a bother, it's fine. Really. I can take care of myself."
You tried to step forward again, making him stand from his seat, placing a large hand on your shoulder before running down the length of your arm to lace his fingers between yours. "You could never be a bother for me, Y/L/N," he spoke softly, lightly touching your chin with his other hand. "Come on."
For the most part throughout the drive to your place, he was touching you. Whether it be holding your hand between stoplights to make you stop picking at your fingernails, or rubbing circles on your knee to stop you from fidgeting, all the while keeping his other hand steadily on the wheel.
It was hands down one of the most illegally distractingly attractive things you'd ever seen. A sight that you thought was only reserved for leading ladies in those romance books you read, definitely not something you were supposed to experience in your lifetime.
It had you fighting back the urge to pout when you saw your house start to come into view, knowing that in a few short moments it would all be over. He gave your knee a light squeeze once he'd pulled up in front of your hourse, making quick work to make his way around the front of his car to open the door for you and undo your seatbelt.
The combined scent of his woodsy citrusy cologne and something that was just uniquely him seared itself into your brain as his face was mere inches from yours. He made it even worse reaching for your hand to hold you steady while you stepped out of the car.
"Thanks, Conrad," you muttered when you got to your door, your mind spinning from the feel of him running his thumb across your knuckles. "You should uhm…probably get going. Don't wanna keep you from any other plans you might have tonight."
You felt your pulse start beating furiously at your neck when he answered you. "What plans?"
Didn't Pearson have a full blown meltdown over him talking about a hot date and then seeing you with him at dinner? What the fuck was he going on about?
"Come on, Conrad, you don't have to pretend, it's just us here. Pearson practically yanked my spine from my throat earlier at the restaurant harping on about you having plans tonight so really, I'm sure you have better things to do on a Friday night you don't have to feel like you're…I don't know, obligated? To spend time with me. And at least you'll stop looking like you're doing some weird pity charity work, too--"
"Y/N, stop." He took a step toward you, closing the distance and framed your face in his large hands. "The only plans I had for tonight were with you. Do you remember what I told you all those months ago, that first night I came here?" You only stared at him blankly, wordlessly prompting him to answer it himself. "I wanted to let you know that I'm here. For you. And I still am. I always will be."
Before you could respond, he leaned in, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips. Fleeting, but it resumed the near violent fluttering in your stomach from the contact. He gave you no time to react before he pressed his lips to yours again, wrapping his arms around you and cradling your head with his hand before pressing you against the door.
"Look at me, sweetheart," he breathed out when he broke the kiss. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat when you saw how dilated his pupils had become after that kiss. "How is it that you're so observant of everything around you and yet you fail to see what's right in front of you?"
"Conrad what--"
"How could you look at me and not see a man so desperately, so irretrievably in love?"
You swore all the air left your lungs at his words. In love? No. This couldn't be real. This was beyond simply improbable, this was impossible.
There was no way on this Earth that he felt the same.
"I can almost hear the gears in your brilliant mind turning, Y/L/N," he said softly, weaving his fingers into your hair as he proceeded to press tender kisses on your temple and the side of your face. "Invite me inside. Let me take you to your bedroom. Let me show you what you mean to me."
Before you could think about it any longer, you wordlessly slipped your key into his hand, slowly nodding your head. The only response you got from him was him latching his lips onto your neck, groaning into your skin as he lifted you off the ground with one arm, unlocking your door with the other.
He'd carried you all the way upstairs to your bedroom, constantly pressing a kiss wherever his lips could reach. When he started fumbling for the light switch, you tried to hold out your hand to stop him. "No lights," you muttered. If you wanted this to go anywhere even remotely good tonight, that would require him not running for the hills the second he got you naked.
"Without the lights, I can't see you, sweet girl," he said back teasingly, kissing along your jawline until he captured your lips, smiling into the kiss.
"Exactly," you murmured against his lips, causing him to chuckle against your skin.
"Seeing you is the best part of my day," he told you simply, flipping the switch on and bathing your bedroom in a warm white glow. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the brilliant smile he gave you once he saw your face. "There you are."
He set you down on your feet, touching the top button of your shirt with a question in his eyes, only proceeding to undo the button when you have him a slight nod. Once enough skin was exposed to him, he started to trace a line of kisses across your collarbone, running his hands down your arms to strip the shirt off from you. And then he sent your mind racing as he gave you the same treatment working both your pants and panties down your legs.
"I've dreamed of this since the island," he whispered into your skin, kissing his way back up to your lips as he reached behind you, unclasping your bra. "Lie down on the bed, my love. Let me see you."
He kept your hand in his as you lowered yourself to lie on your back, your heart thundering in your chest and your lip quivering as his eyes hungrily roamed your body. Thoughts began to swim in your head again, of how different, how much less toned nearly all parts of you were compared to him. Compared to the women he'd been with before. You tried to pull your hand away from his, to start to cover yourself.
Once he realized what you were about to do, he moved to hover over you on the bed, placing his hand in the space between your arm and your torso to block your way. "No," he said simply before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. "Don't hide yourself from me." He kissed his way down your neck to your chest, paying close attention to your breasts, holding you steady as you squirmed under him while he kissed and sucked your nipples into stiff peaks.
"Conrad…" Your voice came out faint, the air too thick to breathe while you drowned in his attentions. His lips moved down your stomach, peppering kisses along your mound before placing his hands on your inner thighs and gently parting your legs, opening yourself more to him.
You clenched around nothing watching him lick his lips before his eyes found yours, desperate whimpers coming out of you when he started kissing along your inner thighs. The ache between your legs started to grow stronger the closer his mouth got to where you craved him.
"Conrad!" Your back arched off the bed when he licked up the length of your slit and pressed a fleeting open-mouthed kiss to your clit.
"Lay back down, sweetheart." Your back immediately met the mattress again at his soft spoken order, your stomach fluttering violently again at the sight of him standing over you and pulling his shirt over his head. "You are the most breathtaking sight," he breathed out. "My love…"
"Could say the same from here," you shot back, still struggling to breathe properly under his gaze. The air was practically stuck in your throat the second his hands went to his pants, taking his time to undo his belt and pants, every muscle on his perfectly sculpted body moving and flexing as if he was trying to seduce you with such a seemingly mundane action.
As if he needed to seduce you.
The sound that came out of you was borderline inhuman the second he pushed his pants down his legs, and you'd gotten a good look at the sheer size of him. There's no way that's gonna fit, you thought nervously. "Conrad, I don't--" You huffed out a deflated sigh. "It's been an embarrassingly long while since I've--"
"It's alright, sweetheart." He quickly made his way back to his position on the bed, pressing a line of kisses along your jaw until he reached your lips, making an almost relieved sound against your lips. "We'll go slow. Please just tell me if I hurt you, that's the last thing I'd ever want."
Your eyes flew open at the feel of his length pressing against your entrance, your walls stretching just shy of the point of discomfort as you accommodated to his size. Any other thoughts and doubts in your mind took a backseat to the sound of Conrad's soft groans as he inched his way into you.
You'd never felt this unbelievably full.
He moaned your name in your ear. "Like you were made for me." He pressed his lips to your temple, the gesture somewhat calming your erratically beating heart. "I'll keep going now."
"Wait Conrad you what--Oh!" You felt a thrill at the back of your head once he pushed even further in, more arousal rushing and slickening your inner walls clenching around him as if pulling him deeper into you. All you could utter over the overwhelming pleasure he was subjecting you to was a faint whimper of his name.
"I love you, Y/N," he sighed in contentment, his warm exhale hitting your already heated skin before he resumed kissing along the side of your face.
"Don't say that," you blurted out. "You don't have to--"
"I want to," he cut you off, moving his head to capture your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue licking at your bottom lip. "I've wanted to tell you for so long please don't tell me to stop. I can't--"
"No one's ever said it. Not to me. I'm not--I've never been--"
Your words stilled him. He rested his forehead on yours, the tip of his nose brushing against your own. "All the more reason for me to tell you." He muffled your moan with a kiss when he inched in even more. "I love you." He kissed up your neck, gently capturing your earlobe between his teeth before kissing the same spot. "I'll say it so often everyone around us will be sick of hearing me say the words."
"Conrad…" you cried out when he finally bottomed out, your hips flush together. "Please--"
"I love you." He started moving his hips in slow grinding circles, repeating the words every time he fully entered you.
The words were lodged stubbornly in the back of your throat; all you could utter was his name while your body trembled trying to raise your hips to meet his thrusts. Meanwhile a vicious voice in the back of your mind questioned if this was even real, refusing to accept any reality where a guy like James Conrad actually genuinely fell in love with you.
You lived by the saying that if something sounded too good to be true, then it probably was. And this…this sounded like a chick lit romance novel where the devastatingly handsome decommissioned soldier fell for the nerdy scientist that most days couldn't even bother to check if her hair looked alright from the back.
This was definitely too good to be true. And all you could do now was allow yourself the fleeting opportunity to lose yourself in the pleasure he was more than capable of and seemed quite willing to give you.
And brace yourself for the moment he pulled away. The moment he finally realized that yes. Yes he could do better, actually.
Before you could dwell on it any further, he pulled you out of your spiraling thoughts when his fingers made contact with the throbbing bundle of nerves above your entrance, rubbing at the spot with the same languid pace of his thrusts.
"You feel divine, my love," he moaned in your ear, pressing his lips to a spot behind it that sent your mind reeling, the tension tightening in your stomach even further. "Come for me, Y/N." He upped his pressure on your clit, still keeping the pace with his slow, deep thrusts.
The coiling tension finally snapped when he started sucking at your skin, your walls convulsing around him while your body shook under him, your hold on his shoulder blade weakening until you finally let go, arm landing on the mattress with a soft thud. He stilled his movement inside you, capturing your lips in a tender kiss while you came down from your high.
"I love you," he kept whispering between kisses. The words had you feeling the traitorous tears prickling in the back of your eyes, every part of you filled with the overpowering urge to say them back. Tell him that you felt the same.
Instead you wanted to slap yourself for the question that slipped from your mouth. "Wait what about you?"
The smirk he gave you in response had thrills shooting throughout your body, feeling the faintest tinge of embarrassment in the back of your mind when you felt your pussy clenching around him at the sight. His mouth stretched into a devilish grin as he thrusted into you in return, his eyes filled with an obvious mix of sexual and romantic intent.
"Don't you worry about me, sweetheart," he rasped, starting to slowly grind his hips again. "We're nowhere near done."
He's not coming back. He left the bedroom and give it time, you're gonna hear him leave the house.
You were being irrational, and most of your mind recognized your thoughts for what they were: absolutely batshit crazy and dead wrong. For one, Conrad left the room without a stick of clothing covering him, telling you he was going to get water. He didn't know how to navigate most of your house so it would reasonably take him a few minutes to actually go get it and come back up.
That didn't stop you from making your way to the head of the bed, and crawling under the covers, drawing your knees to your chest as if you were bracing yourself for emotional impact. You caught a glimpse of your reflection on the full-length mirror, instinctively bringing your hand up to your hair to start working at the knots and tangles that developed over the last few hours.
Conrad came back to the room at that moment, holding a water bottle and two cups, giving you a soft smile as he looked on at all the effects from your lovemaking. "You look like an angel…perched on a cloud." He handed you your cup before pouring one for himself, raising an eyebrow at you when you remained sitting motionless and staring at him blankly. "What is it, sweetheart?"
"I just--I thought you were just gonna get for--"
"Myself?" You nodded at him once he finished for you, making him click his tongue in disappointment, realizing what kind of experiences you'd had before. "You're making it too easy for me to spoil you. I could never be so selfish." He briefly touched his glass to yours, the clinking sound filling the room before you both downed your drinks.
Even while he climbed back onto the bed, situating himself beside you and pulling you into his arms, your irrational thoughts that he'll redress himself in a few minutes time and leave plagued your mind.
"You're looking at me like you expect me to disappear," he murmured, lightly tracing along the lines of your face with his fingertips. "What's wrong, Y/N?"
Come on, you stupid little scaredy cat just tell him. Three words. Three monosyllabic words so simple a kid can say them. Just say it.
"You're still here," you blurted out, immediately wanting to swallow your tongue when his face dropped.
Wrong three words, you fucking idiot.
"Do you want me to leave?" His words came out strained, as if it physically hurt him to say them.
"No, I don't. It's just…I expect it. And if I can be honest I'm still kind of…waiting."
"Waiting for what?"
You pursed your lips, a part of you already feeling silly for the words about to come out your mouth. "Post-coital clarity?"
He let out a slow sigh, his hold tightening around you while he cupped your face with his free hand, stroking along your cheekbone with his thumb. "And what in the world is that?"
"It's this--Honestly it's silly, really--"
"It doesn't seem silly to you." He leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips, pulling you closer when you melted against him at the gesture. "So it's not silly to me. Tell me what it is."
You took a deep breath, your fingers absentmindedly tracing along the lines on his abdomen while you explained. "It's this phenomena that…once you've slept with someone, the attraction goes away. Your mind's more clear, you're no longer overpowered by this attraction and you realize that the person you just had sex with isn't as appealing as they were before you got together."
It took him a few seconds before he spoke again, maneuvering you so that you were now on top of him, straddling his stomach, his hands skimming up and down your sides.
"Why is it so hard for you to accept that I love you?"
The question seemed so ridiculous to you. "Because nobody ever has. Nobody does--"
"You're wrong," he cut you off, pulling you close until your chests were pressed together. "I know it might not happen often but it's happening now. You're wrong, and I'm living proof of it. Because I'm here. I'm here and I love you. The only clarity that came to me is that I want more than anything for us to become more. For what we shared tonight be more than a one-time thing."
He wrapped his arms tighter around you, pulling you into a tender kiss that had your heart fluttering when he licked into your mouth, his tongue gliding against yours. "I'm no good with words," you said breathlessly when he broke the kiss, his chest heaving against yours. "I've never been able to say how I feel, I can't--"
"Shh it's alright, sweetheart," he breathed, holding you by the back of your neck to rest your forehead against his. "You don't need those fancy words you use in your report. It's just us here. Whatever you wish to tell me, in the plainest words--"
"I love you, too."
A/N: I've finally finished this mega chonker of a piece! And I've given 'you deserve better' Conrad his happy ending with his precious bb 🥹🥹
Next up is the final story in the Kinktober 2023 initial goal: Fingering with President Loki 😳👀 And lemme just tell y'all now…it's gonna be at least 2k words long because I haven't even gotten to the smutting yet 🥴
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Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite James Conrad stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.
Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
✑ Combat Lessons￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "Imagine [your father, hiring] Captain James Conrad,… to train you [in combat]."
✑ Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: "Imagine you and James Conrad [constantly arguing] until you [getting] stranded on an uncharted island where you have to rely on each other to survive. Suddenly, grudges are forgotten, romantic things are said, and you realize you [might not] hate each other after all..."
✑ Bind Me by lady-rose-moon • 18+ • 〔E᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "When you see that your husband is troubled by his time on Skull Island, you suggest doing something entertaining."
✑ Caught in a Love Web by screw-real-life-i-pick-fandoms • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: After rescuing you from one of Skull Islands' giant spiders, James finally finds the courage to tell you everything he wanted to say months ago.
✑ Dancing in the Rain by sserpente • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: "Imagine, [while] stranded on [Skull] Island, convincing Captain James Conrad to dance [with you] in the rain...."
✑ Dangerous Paradise by holdmytesseract • 14+ • 〔E᜶M〕 •
Summary: "As a journalist, you join a expedition to a mysterious island called 'Skull Island' - which turns out to be a literal death trap. But with all the danger you are facing, there is at least one good thing... The incredibly hot tracker of the team, Captain James Conrad..."
✑ Don't Touch That by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "As a botanist for MONARCH, you can spy potentially deadly vegetation a mile away. Unfortunately, James Conrad cannot, and the thinly veiled sexual tension between… you is about to explode."
✑ I've Got You by lov3nerdstuff • 16+ • 〔E᜶C〕 •
Summary: "Imagine being on Skull Island... and Conrad shines a flashlight out into the darkness, only [to see] several pairs of eyes to [staring] back... The second you try to bolt… he [pulls] you against his firm chest, and [whispers in your ear not to move a muscle]."
✑ Keep Me Safe by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔E᜶C〕 •
Summary: "You run into a tent for safety after being chased by a massive insect-like creature while collecting flora samples from Skull Island. The tent belongs to James Conrad."
✑ Let's Stay Together by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "MONARCH has finally allowed James to return home to London after the fiasco on Skull Island. He finds you at home and remembers what he had been missing [while] he [was] gone."
✑ Lost and Found by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: After disappearing on a mission over five years ago, James is more than a little surprised to find you, his wife, alive and living with the locals on Skull Island.
✑ Nauseous by simplyrochellemari • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "You and James have [a] history [of] working together on cases, and your constant banter quickly takes a turn when you both get placed on the same assignment to Skull Island, and both of your lives are threatened."
✑ Not a Fever by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "You're quarantined in the laboratory with James Conrad as you try to determine what the effects of the pollen he was exposed to are."
✑ Rest by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Conrad knows exactly what buttons to push to get you to come to bed."
✑ Uncharted Teritory by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "Imagine [being on an expedition] with James Conrad. [When] he finds you bathing under a waterfall, he [plans] on chiding you for leaving the camp alone, [however] when he [sees you're] naked [it gets] harder and harder [for him] to focus."
✑ Unexpected, But Loved All the Same by merakiaes • 〔M᜶F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "James comes home from Skull Island and is greeted with a surprise he was not expecting."
✑ Use Me by ladycamillewrites • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: You help your husband let off some steam...
✑ Wildest Dreams by cleo-fox • 18+ • 〔M᜶E〕 •
Summary: It's nearing ten o'clock at night and James Conrad is standing on your doorstep.
✑ You Deserve Better￨Prt. II by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔F᜶C〕 •
Summary: When all the plans you'd made for today go down the drain, the last person you expected shows up at your door to try turning the night around.
✑ Abs by tomhiddleston-is-mischief • 〔F〕 •
✑ Admiration￨Prt. II by jewels2876 •
✑ Adventure by goddessofmischief • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Be Careful Now by justauthoring • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Best Hiders, the by jewels2876 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Brilliance of a Blanket Fort by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Dear Daddy… by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Every One of Your Scars by lady-rose-moon • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Family Camping Trip by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Indescribable by justauthoring • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ It's Okay to Be Afraid by justauthoring • 〔F᜶C〕 •
✑ Just Like That￨Prt. II by jewels2876 • 〔F〕 •
✑ Just Passing Through by goddessofmischief • 〔F〕 •
✑ Just this Once by sserpente • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
✑ Motivation by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ No Lizards in the House! by ladyfluff • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ No More by justauthoring • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Operation Sheets by hopelessromanticspoonie • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Promise Me by ladyfluff • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Promises by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Rain by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Smiling Down at You by justauthoring • 〔A〕 •
✑ Waiting by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Dates w/ James Conrad… by tomhiddleston-is-mischief • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ James Conrad as a Father… by thepilotanon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Having James Conrad as a Significant Others…￨Prt. II • by thepilotanon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
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Conrad x f!reader⌇
request ~ “Can I get angry sex with Captain Conrad? He’s rough, taking what he wants from you, maybe slams you against a wall or something“ by @sailorholly ♡
warnings ~ 18+ smut, dom/sub, rough sex, language, angry Conrad
“James? Is this you?” your delicate voice echoed theatrically through the hallway of your shared apartment.
Your husband, Captain James Conrad had left early this morning for a military conference to discuss any further operations regarding the SAS. His mood had been bad when he woke up, a live testament to how much the tracker disliked those unnecessary events.
However, he had to go whether he liked it or not. The Special Forces needed him.
But so did you, waiting impatiently for the handsome soldier to return, his favorite dish simmering on the stove.
A long sigh came back, his “yes” short and tense before heavy shoes were tossed around in the foyer.
Clenching your jaw you swallowed the slight spurt of anger arousing at the sound almost radiating dirt itself. Conrad never paid attention to the obligation to wear a suit plus you had mopped the foyer only this morning.
The silent rumbling and curses made it clear that his day had been as shit as expected so he shall be forgiven you decided when the tall man appeared in the doorframe of the kitchen.
“Hello love” you chirped, eyes traveling his muscular form when he latched his hands on the top bar of the frame, leaning his broad torso in the room and blocking the door completely.
But his steel blues only narrowed, piercing your every move, mouth screwed shut. The blonde man looked strained, utterly tense.
“I’m so sorry you had to go there”. A meek mutter but you knew you were elegantly teetering on the brink of cutting his thin nerves.
And god forbid riling Conrad up.
Jutting his jaw forward and letting his eyes nonchalantly linger on your suggestive décolleté, the soldier hummed to himself. A sound so low and baritone that it tickled your nerves, the stern gaze adding to the thrill rising up between your legs.
He was a naturally intimidating man however, now that he was angry it was almost impossible to not help him out. Was it?
“Captain…” you cooed, hips seductively weaving past the kitchen counter “is there anything I can do for you?”.
The blonde’s forearms bulged as they held his weight transferring it to the creaking wood frame.
“You don’t want me to use you right now, y/n. I won’t be able to control myself” his deep pitched growl so close to your ear elicited hot shivers on your back, cascading down every vertebra.
It slowly spread hunger and perhaps overconfidence.
“What if I don’t want you to?”.
Faux innocence dropped from your demeanor as you toyed with the silver buckle of his belt, waiting for him to snap. To accept the offer you had made so boldly.
“Fuck, woman” and suddenly Conrad’s arm slipped down from above, snaking around your waist, turning you and knocking the air out of your lungs when his tall frame slammed you against the wall.
An easy game to the trained soldier.
Those blue orbs were seething with annoyance and rage. Dusky.
Nonetheless, desire bubbled up in his dark waters mixing with those negative thoughts revealing a toxic cocktail. And a strong one.
God, you knew it would burn.
Your whimpers were pathetic when Conrad unleashed himself, reaching behind your back to roughly pull down the zipper of your dress.
“This. Off” the low demand rumbled in his broad chest making you quick putty in his demanding touch. James could be an awfully sensual lover but he was two-faced, hiding the hunger of something carnal in his pumping veins.
Cold air embraced your body only dressed in the lingerie he had bought you. Black lace was draped across your breasts, quickly flicked to the side to expose your hardening nipples.
Moaning with the poor amount of oxygen Conrad’s body pressed tight against yours allowed you, his perfect teeth rolled your sensitive buds just right.
Oh, how sweet the prickling pain was and how much sweeter his cold, long digits felt invading your slick folds.
“Hmm... you’re all wet for me. Married a whore, didn’t I?”
“Uh-huh“ was all your agape mouth could whimper when he started to fuck you hard with his fingers, your wrists secured above your head.
Pulling primal pleasure from your body, the significantly taller man's pants were forming harsh creases around his angry erection.
Now that you offered yourself so selflessly, he simply wouldn't be able to hold back.
Grunting in your ear like a feral lion, Conrad pressed his whole weight against your delicate body, caging you in between a column of muscle and the cold kitchen wall.
“Use me, Ca-Captain... pleaseee“
Your hips were bucking forward to let your pelvis brush his hardened cock.
“You gonna regret this, little one“ his ragged baritone rasped so imminently before you were dragged off the wall with a sharp pull of your wrists.
In only underwear while James was still completely clothed, just his belt hanging sluttishly open, you were hurled across the kitchen like a ragdoll. But you liked it, giggling in a haze of kinky desire.
“Is this fun for you?“ he boomed.
But before you could apologize, the tall blonde flipped you around, letting loose of your wrists to slam your back on top of a free counter. The hard marble edge sent a sorrow sensation through your back until he simply readjusted your position to his liking.
Just like that with only one arm Conrad conducted your whole body until he was standing between your opened thighs, jaw clenching hungrily at the sight of your glistening pussy on full display.
Full access.
“You will stay like that until I'm satisfied, understood?“ he snapped, freezing anger piled up from the day slipping from his lewdly flicking tongue.
God, you could almost orgasm from the sight of his pink tongue swirling in his slightly ajar mouth, occasionally darting out to lick his lips. This man was an image of a god.
“I won't fucking ask twice, y/n“.
Squirming under his dominating gaze that proudly reduced you to a mere plaything, it was unfairly difficult to find any words. Especially when Conrad's slutty hands had freed his throbbing, angry red cock and were now pleasuring himself in lewd strokes.
“Understood, Captain“.
A deep chuckle met the pitch of sudden thunder outside; a thrill you never thought would be this menacing but you husband's gaze was clear.
He was ready to devour you, use you to soothe his agitated nerves until, like he had said, he would be satisfied.
“Look what you've gotten yourself into“ the soldier smirked, pulling all the beautiful strings of contour his sharp face had to offer. Tongue flicked out again, licking across his front teeth like a threat while he took in the sight of his bog cock resting on your belly.
“So helpless“.
The tip ended somewhere around or even above your belly button, the raw outline of this obscene display making you feel dizzy.
“-and you gonna take me“ Conrad murmured, grabbing the base of his cock and slowly dragging it through your drenched core. You wanted, no, craved him as much as he did.
Blonde brows furrowed when you whimpered small pleas beneath his tall frame.
“Like the good little girl you are... You wanna satisfy my needs, don't you?“
The flash of another lighting casted a light blue shadow of his frame onto yours, the difference even more sinister than you had imagined. This man could break you like a mere pen.
Perhaps he would.
A feeble nod was all it took to make him bend over, the neckline of his blue shirt hanging down, allowing you a glimpse of sharply defined muscles working to keep him stable.
With the next dull thunder his left hand flew to wrap around your throat, pinning you to the cold surface. A necessary preparation so you wouldn't flee from his rough thrusts.
He sometimes did it when he was taking you on the balcony...
Lining himself up with your entrance, you shuddered, spine feeling ablaze from pure anticipation. James would be rough but you didn't care.
Fuck, you were a sucker for the tall soldier manhandling you as if he lacked any sense of respect.
Perhaps he did.
“My little slut“ the 't' still sitting sharply on his tongue when he bottomed out in one demanding thrust. A fluid motion of his strong hips that stretched you to your limit and beyond.
A silent “James“ left your lips when your walls tried to accommodate to the sudden intrusion, his cock stilling for a fragment of time.
Heavy rain was knocking on the window.
Then, Conrad's head rolled back, veins and strings of muscle straining his sweaty skin while he began to pound into you, to set a pace that was testament to the necessity of his hand pinning you in place.
He was rough, taking what he wanted from you.
Crying out his name, your hands flew to the sides desperately searching for something to hold on to. But his forearm flexed and bulged as it worked against Conrad's own merciless thrusts, secured safely around your neck. Allowing you a precisely measured amount of breath.
“F-Fuck baby. You- you are so t-tight... god yesss“ your husband moaned up towards the ceiling, his strong voice hoarse from today's discussions.
A forte in comparison to your high pitched screams of his name.
“James, I- I can't take it“.
Not even slowing down, his head rolled back forth, loose curls fucked out of place. He knew you could, somehow. And your tense husband was more than ready to test your boundaries.
A dirty grin curled Conrad's angry lips before his jaw dropped to give way to increasing pants.
As if by reflex your thighs tried to clench, to push him away but the blonde just shook his head, leaning back down to hover above your chest.
“Ah, Ah!“
The chiding was a carnal sound, swirling around every nerve in your bouncing body, embedding them in a sweet haze of total submission.
It felt so good.
“You cannot nghh fuck escape me. I know you can t-take me“.
Retracting his grip around your throat, the strained soldier dragged it down your body, kneading your breasts until he wrapped his fingers around your thigh.
Both hands were now holding your legs apart, keeping them spread nicely for him.
The slight lift created a whole knew angle, one that hit you like a firework aiming straight at your head and setting every sense aflame. Coherent words were positively banned from your capabilities and all you could feel was him sheathed deep inside your throbbing pussy.
Arching your back from the marble countertop, you listened to your husband moaning and grunting primal sounds of sheer pleasure. Your own whines and screams added as another thunder rolled through the room, the lighting prior as blueish as Conrad's narrowed gaze observing your every move.
“Sh-shit look at your pretty tits bouncing for me“ he rasped with brows slanted, reaching down to smack your right breasts. A sensation utterly pleasing, the soft pain spreading nicely across your aroused body.
The food was long forgotten as screeching noises of your naked ass shifting on the marble got drowned by rough moans of your name mixed with unholy curses.
The kitchen smelled like sex.
Hot, shameless and angry sex.
“I'm gonna ohhh James cum“ you mewled, strands of hair sticking to your glossy lips when your body was conducted by his pistoning hips.
You could feel his big cock deep inside twitch and pulsate as you spoke, biting your lips at the influence you had on this incredibly tall, athletic soldier.
But today was about his pleasure.
The answer was already clear when he pulled you back onto his cock, burying himself to the hilt, making you cry out.
“Don't you dare cum“ he groaned, teeth bared like a hungry wolf. “I said we're done when I'm satisfied“.
Staring at his piercing gaze of deep blue, your face was contorted in ways only James Conrad could elicit.
When he fucked you just right. Just like that.
“Wha- are you n-not-“
But your ragged voice was cut off by two strong arms dropping your legs, instead shooting closer to wrap around your shoulders, picking you up.
Wriggling his tight jaw to rest against your right temple, his long legs began their journey towards the bedroom. Conrad was still deep inside you, every step letting his cock nudge those sinfully sweet spots.
“Do I look satisfied to you, huh? Oh, I am far from finished“ his low baritone whispered in your ear, another strike of lighting casting your joined shadow on the white tiles.
Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoyed it @simplyholl ♡
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Fic & Author Recommendations Wrapped 2022
This is a first I am doing this but I felt that I want to share what I’ve been reading for the past couple of months.
Some authors you may already know and some, maybe not yet. But what they all have in common is that they make really amazing stories which I believe should be shared to everyone.
The categories will simply be separated by Dark and Non-Dark. I think it’s easier that way, but I will mention either way if they (the non-dark ones) are fluff, angst or simply smut.
Dark
Unsolicited (Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
Summary: You run into a rude stranger at the mall, but this won’t be just another chance encounter.
All in the Family (Silverfox!Loki x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
Summary: Your new boyfriend invites you to meet his parents for the holidays.
Wallflower (Silverfox!Thor x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
Summary: Your mother meets a new man, but he doesn’t seem very interested in her.
High Value Hero (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rustytricycle
Summary: America’s golden boy, Steve Rogers, doesn’t have the most modern view of women behind closed doors. And the podcasts his buddy Sam has introduced him to don’t help the situation. Unfortunately for you, you catch his eye when you become his next door neighbor.
The Fall of Aphrodite (ThorKi x Reader) by @cherienymphe
Summary: You have the hearts of both of the princes, but nothing good lasts forever.
If I can’t have you (Andy Barber x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki
Summary: After your professor calls off your affair, you won’t take no for an answer. Andy loves you and you love him— you’re meant to be.
Fixer-Upper (Lumberjack!Steve x Reader) by @straywords
Summary: You move to the countryside but life isn’t the cottage daydream you hoped for.
Grey
Put You In Your Place (Stepdad!Andy Barber x Stepdaughter!Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki
Summary: Andy is sick of his stepdaughter continuously stepping out of line, and when he catches her spiking the punch at Jacob’s sixteenth birthday party, he’s had enough. It’s time he teaches her a lesson.
Show Some Respect (James Conrad x OFC) by @ladycamillewrites
Summary: Louise, the adventurous daughter of a Marine General was assigned Capt. Conrad’s expedition troop. Soon tempers clash and Conrad has to make his position clear.
Non-Dark
Legend: 💚 - Smut / 💙 - Fluff / 💔 - Angst
Poker Face (Loki x Reader) by @mochie85 💚
Summary: Will you win a game of strip poker against the god of mischief?
It’s Always Been You (Loki x Reader) by @sarahscribbles 💙
Summary: Loki follows you from the Yule celebration with one question on his mind.
Come Around Sundown (Tattooed!DBF!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki 💚
Summary: What happens at Christmas is never just a one time thing, and when summer break rolls around, you find yourself repeating past mistakes. Or is it a mistake?
Chocolate and Promises (Loki x F!Reader) by @michelleleewise 💔💙
Summary: You have been friends with Loki awhile, so when he locks himself away you make it your mission to get to the bottom of it.
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Masterlist
Hey! Below the cut are my somewhat decent fanfic writings. Enjoy :)
Last Updated: 28/05
KEY: 🎶 = Songfic | 💔 = angst | 💚 = fluff | 🌶 = kinda spicy | 🤗 = comfort
MARVEL
Loki Laufeyson
Series
Mischief & Trickery (ON HOLD) 💚
Medea Daegandottir, the Goddess of Trickery, loves spicing things up in the Asgardian palace. Adding her best friend Loki into the mix could only bring more chaos. What could possibly go wrong? The answer, many things
Debt Paid (ONGOING) 💔
A mortal woman’s debt to the Grim Reaper, Loki, is paid in a deal that could cost her everything.
Mini-Series
Into the MCU (COMPLETE) 💚
As an inventor, you try to create a device that allows you to shift realities. What happens when you land into the MCU?
The Price of Deception (ONGOING) 💔
After discovering Loki’s failed attempt at taking over Earth, his family confronts him and he must earn their forgiveness.
The Seduction Game (ONGOING) 🌶
As two deadly assassins, you and Loki are hired to kill each other. However, when you meet, you can’t resist using your seductive tactics on each other, leading to a dangerous game of desire and deception.
Oneshots
Three Words; Fifteen Letters; One Expletive 💔💚
You're Stuck With Me Now 💚
Drunken Words 💚
You Tell Her, Or I Will 💚
Accidental Confessions 💚
Close Quarters 💚
His Protector 💚
Heat Wave 💔
The Space Between 💚
Love's Debut 💚
Fortune Favours the Mischievous 💚
Love on the Line 💚
Shattered Dreams 💔
Drabbles
By Your Side 💚
Avengers Assemble...to Deal with Lokitty! 💚
Drunk and In Love 💚
Captive Hearts 💚
Healing the Enemy 🤗
Tom Hiddleston
Oneshots
Fanfiction 💚🌶
Almost too Late! 💚
I've Got You 💔🤗
Ever the Gentleman 💚🤗
Friends with the Green-Eyed Monster 💔
James Conrad
Drabbles
Campfire Confessions 💚
Benedict Cumberbatch
Oneshots
The "L" Word 💚
Doctor Strange
Series
Beyond the Pages (ONGOING) 💚
It was just your weekly trip to the comic-book store. While looking for a comic for your collection, you stumble upon an old-looking book, with an odd combination of symbols on the cover. You, being drawn to the weirdness of it, pick it up and open the cover. A strange force surrounded your person; and the next thing you knew, you were waking up on the steps of what looked to be 177A Bleecker Street. What had you gotten yourself into?
Mini-Series
The Great Escape (COMPLETE) 💔
Based upon a request
A Love Torn Asunder (COMPLETE) 💔 can be 💚
Y/n becomes pregnant with Doctor Strange’s baby, but Stephen is uncertain about their future together and leaves the reader with a hard decision to make.
A Spoonful of Sugar (ONGOING) 💚
Once, after a battle, you visited Stephen with some of your delicious home-made pastries to help him feel better. Eventually that became a ritual.
Oneshots
You've Been Here All This Time? 💚
Oops...? 💚
Sleepy Realisations 💚
Tony Was Wrong. 💚
Practice Makes Perfect 💚
Bloodied and Bruised 💔
The Strange Approach 💚
The Ghost of Kamar-Taj 💚
Knight in a Sentient Cloak 💚
I'm Here, Whenever You're Ready 🤗
From the Pages of History 💚
Undercover Rhythm 🎶
Shattered Sanctum 💔
Drabbles
Forever; Endlessly 💔
Beyond the Broken Hands 💚
The Healing Touch 💚
An Apprenticeship with a Twist 💚
The Blip's Silver Lining 💚
A Clumsy Pursuit 💚
Sherlock Holmes
Oneshots
Under the Lamppost 💚
Drabbles
The Case of the Broken Hearted Stranger 💚
A Love that Defies Conventions 💚
The Second Anderson 💚
Crime and Chemistry 💚
Navigating the Grey Area 💚
Bucky Barnes
Oneshots
Healing Hearts 💚
Drabbles
Betrayal in the Shadows 💔
The Calm After the Storm 🤗
BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER
Rupert Giles
Oneshots
Threads of Redemption 💔💚
Accidental Slumber 💚
Spike
Oneshots
The Dance of the Shadows 💚
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Hi everyone, it's been a little while now since I lasted posted a fic. I've finally got some more time and my motivation seems to be back now too so I'm hoping to get back into the swing of it.
To ease the process a bit though I was hoping that you guys would like to send in a few requests to get me started!
I'm happy to write for not just Loki, but any of Tom's characters, with the exception being RPF about him, and I would be willing to also try my hand at Aaron Hotchner if anyone would be interested in something about him too.
@vanicahgg @lokisgoodgirl @kats72 @anukulee @onlymischief99 @lokischambermaid @acidcasualties @mrsbarnes32557038 @huntress-artemiss @emberocrpblog @superficialdomina @gruftiela @kmc1989 @buttercupcookies-blog @mischief2sarawr @liminalpebble @asgards-princess-of-mischief
p.s thank you to everyone who's continued to tag me in their incredible works, I promise I'll be getting round to reading them all very soon!
#requests#requests open#taking requests#loki x reader#loki laufeyson#loki x you#loki fanfic#loki mcu#aaron hotchner#agent hotchner#hotch#ssa aaron hotchner#aaron hotch hotchner#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner x you#tom hiddleston#tom hiddelstons characters#james conrad#jonathan pine#adam olla#prince hal#thomas sharpe
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-Miscellaneous Masterslist-
Moodboards
Caregiver!Jack (Mary Poppins returns)
Blues Clues Moodboard
Regressor!Flora (Winx Club)
Regressor!Aisha (Winx Club)
Caregiver!Rick O'Connell, Caregiver!Evelyn O'Connell (The Mummy)
Regressor!Bloom (Winx Club)
Caregiver!Amity (The Owl House)
Regressor!Luz Noceda (The Owl House)
Caregiver!Egon Spengler (Ghostbusters)
Caregiver!Thomas Sharpe (Crimson Peak)
Caregiver!Legend of Zelda
Caregiver!Mario (The Super Mario Brothers)
(🌈) Moodboard
Caregiver!Agent Whiskey (Kingsman the golden circle)
Red Themed Cat Moodboard
(🩵⭐🌕🪐🌙🌠) Moodboard
(🫧) Moodboard
Caregiver!Reno Raines & Bobby Sixkiller (Renegade)
(🐋🐬🪼🦈) Moodboard
Caregiver!Marcus Moreno (We can be heroes)
Regressor!Tecna (Winx Club)
Regressor!Musa (Winx Club)
Regressor!Stella (Winx Club)
Bear in the big blue house Moodboard
Bluey Moodboard
Caregiver!Josh (Blues Clues)
Caregiver!Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)
Space Moodboard
Beach Moodboard
Dinosaur Moodboard
Leonardo Moodboard (Rottmnt)
Orange Stimboard
Blues Clues Stimboard
Caregiver!Josh (Blues Clues)
The Wizard of Oz Moodboard
(Birthday) Blues Clues Moodboard
Regressor!Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham)
Regressor!Cheryl Blossom (Riverdale)
Pumpkin Glow Build A Bear StimBoard
Regressor!Sebastian Mcclane (Law and Order)
Regressor!Oswald Cobblepot StimBoard (Gotham)
Regressor!Sebastian Mcclane StimBoard (Law and Order)
Caregiver!James Conrad StimBoard (Kong, Skull Island)
Caregiver!Adam Mintock + Caregiver!Jet Slootmaekers + Little!Sebastian Mcclane (Law and Order)
Regressor!King Clawthorne (The Owl House)
Regressor!Jake Peralta (Brooklyn 99)
Siren Themed StimBoard
Star Trek Themed Moodboard
Regressor!Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99)
Caregiver!Aethelwold (The Last Kingdom)
Caregiver!Edward Nygma (Gotham)
Regressor!Rowan Laslow (Wednesday)
Regressor!Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham)
Blue StimBoard (Blues Clues)
Regressor!10th Doctor (Doctor Who)
Regressor!Kenneth Hutch (StarSky and Hutch -2004)
Regressor!Peewee Herman
Regressor!11th Doctor (Doctor Who)
Caregiver!Arnold Rimmer + Regressor!Dave Lister (Red Dwarf)
Caregiver!Kryten (Red Dwarf)
Regressor!Charlie Hudson (Hudson & Rex)
Caregiver!Commander Mills (65)
Regressor!Wolf Pup Geralt Of Rivia + Caregiver!Jaskier (The Witcher)
Regressor!10th Doctor StimBoard (Doctor Who)
Caregiver!Commander Mills (65) (Fem Themes)
Caregiver!Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99)
Edgar Allan Poe - The Raven Themed
Caregiver!Albert Wesker StimBoard (Resident Evil)
Regressor!Arnold Rimmer (Red Dwarf)
FNAF animatronics (FNAF Movie)
Caregiver!William Tell (The Card Counter)
Blue Themed Moodboard
Caregiver!Jareth (Labyrinth)
Rumple Buttercup Moodboard
Wolf Themed StimBoard
My Favourite Activities Themed Moodboard
Flip!Christian (Moulin Rouge)
Caregiver!Indiana Jones (Indiana Jones)
Story/Fanfics
Caregiver!Platonic!Five Hargreaves x Little!Reader (Means the world to me..)
Headcannons
Playlists
Art
DNI Banner
Bingo, Bluey (bluey)
Dr Flug (villainous)
Bill Hazledine (suburban shootout)
Lloyd (lego ninjago)
Glam (metal family), Papa/Copia (ghost band)
Norman (my friendly neighborhood)
A bear
Dr Habit (smile for me)
Cuddle bear family (calico critters)
Paci Icon
Socks & Muffin (Bluey)
Ghoulia Yelps (Monster High)
Hello Kitty (Hello Kitty)
Italy (Hetalia)
Luigi (Super Mario Brothers)
Winx Club Main Six (Winx Club)
Donatello, Leonardo, Raphael & Mikey (TMNT Mutant Mayhem)
Simon Petrikov (Adventure Time)
11th Doctor (Doctor Who)
Diego Hargreaves (The Umbrella Academy)
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𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐬
(These are not my works; full credit goes to the original writers. If you'd like your work removed, just shoot me a message and I'll remove it for you!)
✪ ~ BIPOC reader or writer (if this is wrong or you’d like it added, let me know!)
Fanfics Rec List
Sherlock Holmes (BBC)
Ransom Drysdale
Multi-Character / Misc. Posts
Kinktober 2021 Masterlist — @the-iceni-bitch
Sherlock Holmes (Elementary)
The Gift of Feeling — @make-me-imagine
Andy Barber
Andy Barber Masterlist — @angrythingstarlight ✪
Fight/F-ck — @angeli-marco-writes
Winter Wonderland — @syntheticavenger ✪
Andy Barber Masterlist — @navybrat817
On The Naughty List — @the-iceni-bitch
Ari Levinson
Midnight Warmth — @sparkledfirecracker
Deeds For The Big Screen — @sparkledfirecracker
From Both Ends — @sparkledfirecracker
Mafia Monday — @angrythingstarlight ✪
Tis The Season ft. Ransom Drysdale — @jamalflanagan ✪
Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge
Bobby and Kitten: Poison Paradise AU — @the-iceni-bitch
Johnny Storm
Worlds Best Heating Pad — @the-iceni-bitch
Jonathan Pine
Kinktober Day Three — @ragnarachel
Kinktober Day Ten — @ragnarachel
Kinktober Day Nineteen — @ragnarachel
James Conrad
Kinktober Day Eleven — @ragnarachel
Kyle Orfman
Damsel — @imagining-in-the-margins
Bumblebee
Having Bumblebee As Your First Car — @bluebellhairpin
Zuko
This Must Be Love — @bluebellhairpin
Hak
Intuition — @uncpanda
Kakashi Hatake
Daddy’s Best Friends ft. Gojo Satoru — @sukunababy
Blades — @sukunababy
Lip Gallagher
Sad/Happy/Angry HC — @jillys-feral-fandoms
Single Dad!Lip x Single Mom!Reader — @jillys-feral-fandoms
NSFW Scenario Sunday — @jillys-feral-fandoms
Diego Hargreeves
Diego Hargreeves Masterlist — @waiting-for-motivation
Check Please! — @shelby-love
Matt Casey
Construction Woker!Matt (Scenario Sunday) — @jillys-feral-fandoms
Lady — @glitterquadricorn
Nick Amaro
The Babysitter Masterlist — @libraryofloveletters
Love You to The Moon and to Saturn Masterlist — @hurricanejjareau
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master list/about me
about me
I write fanfic.
Right now, I’m focusing on Loki/Reader one shots. They’re mostly smut.
Okay, maybe they're exclusively smut.
I also suffer from periodic James Conrad brainrot.
You can find my work on Tumblr and AO3. I do not post fanfic on any other platforms at this time.
I don't have a tag list—it’s just a little too much for me to keep up with.
I don’t take requests, but my asks/DMs are open if you want to chat!
My updates are erratic. I am a slow-ish writer and I have a small child and a full-time job, so it can vary quite a bit.
I am still updating As the Clock Strikes Midnight, I just wrote myself into a very irritating corner and am trying to figure out how to get out of it.
Since we apparently have to say this now: I do not consent to having my work uploaded to AI or chatbot software.
fics (all are on AO3 as well)
one-shots
Surrender (Loki x Female Reader)
Movie Night (Loki x Female Reader)
Overtime (One Shot Series)
Overtime (Loki x Female Reader)
Daylight (Loki x Female Reader)
Unraveled (Loki x Female Reader)
Wildest Dreams (James Conrad x Female Reader)
two-shots
Close Quarters - Part 1 | Part 2 (Loki x Female Reader)
three shots
Conquer - Part 1
multi-chapter
As the Clock Strikes Midnight (Loki x Female Reader)
Currently on AO3 only--I am hoping to get it crossposted to Tumblr at some point, just haven't gotten there yet.
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Therapist: “You can tell a lot about someone’s situation by what they read. So I would like you to make a list of what you are currently reading.”
Me: “Well I mostly read fan fiction”
Therapist: “That’s fine just send me the links”
Me: um..... 👀
#i can’t let him know I’ve been reading stories about pegging men up the ass#how will he look at me when he reads dom!reader x sub!loki imagines#what do I do?#do I own it? or lie and have him make wrong assessments about my mental health#fanfiction#tom hiddelston#Tom hidddleston smut#loki laufeyson#thomas sharpe#marvel#marvel fanfic#Loki#crimson peak#jonathan pine#the night manager#kong skull island#captain james conrad
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you deserve better
See my full list of works here!
Summary: When all the plans you'd made for today go down the drain, the last person you expected shows up at your door to try turning the night around
Pairing: James Conrad x Reader
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: angst; language; craptastic friends [let me know if i missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: simp Conrad, that is all 🫠
"Fucking dammit!"
You gripped your phone tightly in your hand, resisting the urge to chuck it into the sea right where the ship's rotor blade was located. Tears burned behind your eyes as every message you'd missed in the last week while you were on this research trip with Monarch trickled in at a steady pace now that you and the rest of the crew had signal again.
Where your fellow scientists were calling up loved ones on FaceTime with bright smiles on their faces and assurances that they were on their way back home, you had an influx of messages from your friends telling you that no, they wouldn't be making your birthday dinner tonight after all.
"Doctor Y/L/N?"
Oh fuck not him, doesn't he have a pool bar to get to so he can snap his fingers and get tonight's lay? you snidely thought to yourself, steeling your stance at the sound of former Captain James Conrad's voice. Taking a deep breath, you turned to face him. "What's up, Conrad? Looking to split an Uber and Brooks doesn't wanna--"
"Are you alright?"
His question felt like a shock to your system, making you blink your eyes repeatedly as if you were trying to get your bearings back. "Of course," you lied through your teeth. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well…" he trailed off, motioning toward your hand. "You're gripping your mobile so hard your knuckles are turning white, for one."
You glanced at your hand, sighing when you saw your skin stretched taut over bone and trying to relax your grip somewhat. "Fine," you gritted out. "If you really wanna know, it's my birthday today. I had plans to spend tonight with my friends once I'd unpacked and washed that goddamned island off of my skin. But some people in that group can't seem to let petty high school shit go, and today when we finally got signal again I got a metric fuckton of messages from one of said friends calling me either a bad friend or a dumbass for extending an invitation to my friends because it's inconvenient for her, which then led to a domino effect of if she's not going then I'm not going and now…" you trailed off, chuckling sardonically to yourself. "Now no one's going."
Something akin to pity crossed the tracker's eyes, making you look away. The last thing you needed right now was the most jaw-droppingly unfairly handsome man on the face of God's green earth to look at you like a sad wet little puppy left out on the side of the road.
"Anyways I'm off," you said a little too chipper it even made you cringe a little inside. "Got a date with a pizza box, fridge full of wine, and my Netflix account. 'Till the next one, Conrad."
Before he could say anything else, you were already walking to your Uber that just pulled up, finally letting yourself let go of all the hot air you were running on and quite aptly feeling deflated. When you were finally far enough from the port that Conrad wasn't even a speck in your line of sight, you felt the tears start to roll down your cheeks.
You felt exponentially worse when you got home, most of the food that you'd placed an order for before you left on the trip to be delivered today already waiting on your porch.
"Fucking dammit," you repeated, albeit this time with a whimper rather than a roar. You propped your door open and started bringing the food in, deciding to set aside a couple of days worth of meals for yourself and then giving the rest to a nearby food bank so that it would at least do some good.
It took a few hours but you were finally perched on your couch, wearing a comfy pajama short set, Kate & Leopold playing on your TV, and tucking straight into a tub of mudslide ice cream just letting the night pass. This definitely wasn't how you pictured spending your 30th birthday, but you strived to remember that there could have been worse ways to spend tonight.
You could've been mediating between spatting friends because they couldn't manage to keep civil for one night, or you could've been on the receiving end of Deena's tirade about "how duplicitous you were to drag her into a gathering with Shana". The island would've been a better alternative than dealing with that all night.
About 30 minutes into the movie you heard a knock on your door, causing you jump in your seat. "I didn't order anything!" you hollered toward your front door, wincing at the pins and needles starting to prickle at your feet and lower legs from the motion.
Whoever was outside knocked again, this time a bit more persistent with the sound booming across the living room. Your visitor, whoever it may be, wasn't here by mistake, and they weren't about to be waved off with a simple 'go away I'm pissy'.
"I told you, buddy, I didn't order any--" Your words stopped short on the tip of your tongue as you saw nothing but broad shoulders clad in a familiar tight and worn blue t-shirt stretched tight over well-defined pectorals, only this time with an off-the-rack casual blazer draped over it. Your eyes slowly traveled upward to meet the oceanic blue eyes that quite frankly you constantly tried and failed not to dream about whenever you drifted off to sleep at night. "Conrad…" you said his name slowly, as if every part of your brain was fighting against accepting the reality that he was here now, looking like the human embodiment of Lust on ridiculously long legs. "What're you doing here?"
There were quite a few thoughts that crossed your mind in the last few hours, scenarios that you'd conjured up on how the rest of the night would go, each of them dwindling in their respective probability as the hours ticked on. Former SAS Tracker James Conrad being at your door, however, was definitively not among those scenarios.
"Erm…I thought I would come over to check on you. You were visibly…understandably…upset when we parted ways at the pier," he answered, shifting his weight to one leg as if trying to make it all sound so casual. He looked over at how you were dressed, from the haphazard ponytail down to the fuzzy monster slippers covering your feet, and resumed his stance that you'd grown accustomed to with the squared shoulders and the ramrod straight back as if he was back on training grounds. "Get dressed, Y/L/N."
You jerked your head backwards, surprise and confusion flooding your system at the soft spoken order. "Why?"
"I'm taking you out for dinner," he stated plainly. "I know you had plans for tonight and they didn't pan out the way you intended. No one should such an important day alone unless they really want to."
"Conrad, please. I'm fine, everything's fine. You don't have to check in on me or take me out to dinner or keep me company out of--I don't even know, pity? You have your own thing and I don't wanna keep you from it or the hordes of women who would probably abandon all common human decency and trample over each other to get that blazer off of you." You finished your little lament with a wave toward the garment, already stepping back like you were about to send him off to better and more interesting company.
When he sensed what you were about to do, he reached out, putting your hand in a delicate hold. "The night has barely begun, and you're in pajamas, eating ice cream, and one of your comfort movies is playing on the screen." He motioned his head towards your TV, where Hugh Jackman and Meg Ryan were currently paused mid-waltz on a New York rooftop. He brought his hand up to cup your face, swiping his thumb over the corner of your mouth before softly saying, "This isn't fine. And I know that I'm not the company you expected or perhaps even prefer. I just--I wanted to come here tonight and just let you know…that I'm here. So…you could join me for dinner or alternatively I could join you here and you can talk my ear off with your movie commentary. The point is that you won't be spending your birthday alone."
His words left you stunned to near silence. "I uhm--I'll go get dressed then." You stepped back from his hold, an irrational part of you already missing his touch, awkwardly waving toward the sitting area. "I'll be out in a few minutes."
Once you'd started to make your way up the stairs, Conrad made his way to the living area of your house, a smile making its way to his face as he looked at the framed pictures you had on your shelves, your dimpled toothy grin on full display. "Oh, Y/N," he breathed your name almost reverently in the silence. "How the hell am I going to move on from you now?"
Earlier today when you'd all disembarked off the ship, he had plans to wash up and head off to a bar to look for someone to keep him company for the night, perhaps until Monday when you were all expected to return to Monarch for briefing on your next mission. All he wanted was to find someone who held even the faintest resemblance to you and lose himself in the chimera that you were the one he was with, that he held you in his arms as he woke up that next morning, and with that indulgence to tide him over for some time, perhaps he could maintain the professional, nearly friendly, relationship that he had with you without running the risk of putting that in jeopardy all because he couldn't keep his affections in check.
Those plans all went down the drain when he saw how you were fighting back tears explaining how your plans for tonight had gone off the rails. When his choices for how to spend the night were spending a few empty hours with someone he would meticulously compare to you or making sure that your birthday wasn't going to be spent alone and licking wounds that should never have been dealt to you in the first place, there was no choice to make.
Tonight's objective was simply to wipe the frown away from your perfectly enchanting face, perhaps even get you to smile. And maybe somewhere along the way finally get you to see him as someone more than just your colleague. Someone that cared. A friend, if he was really going to push it.
And maybe if he was going to entertain the moon shot that played in his most self-indulgent daydreams…a lover.
The sound of you clearing your throat brought him out of his thoughts, the sight of you in your simple pale blue dress with a slight teasing cutout by your waist stealing every bit of his breath away. "Too much?" you asked him, your tone shaky.
"Not at all," he croaked out, clearing his throat before speaking again. "You uhm…you look--You're beautiful." The tiniest smile played at your lips as you motioned for him to follow you to the door. "You always are," he murmured under his breath.
"What was that?" you called out absentmindedly, still steadily making your way to the front door.
"N-Nothing," he stammered. "I was just…admiring your home. It's lovely."
"It's too damn big is what it is," you scoffed as he passed you at the threshold before locking the door. "That's what I get for being perpetually alone, I guess. Just my luck that every guy I ever even tried to date fully expects me to hang up my coat and give up my research so I can play housewife." Your eyes misted over again as the next words came out. "Not a single soul on God's green earth that could deal with that." You turned the key with a little more force than necessary, the lock clicking into place with a resounding knock.
When the two of you made your way to his car, he opened the door for you, your disbelief at the gesture evident in your eyes. And when he was sure that you wouldn't be able to hear him through the car's closed door, he whispered to himself, "I could deal with that. If it meant that you were mine, I could deal with anything."
A/N: Happy happy birthday @liminalpebble!! I hope this puts a smile on your face today and that you have a spectacular year ahead of you, bestie 🥹🥹 Many many hugs from me and Grassy the Mango (even though the bub hasn't arrived yet but it will…today. I think…)
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Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite James Conrad stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.
Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
❆ Home for Christmas by winterfrostlovetriangle • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "James helps his wife settle into their new life, as well as [deal] with events [of] Skull Island."
❆ Please Come Home for Christmas by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "James Conrad is called away on a mission weeks before Christmas but promises to be home in time, but delays may spoil your Christmas wishes."
❆ Cake and Elvis by tomhiddleston-is-mischief • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
❆ Christmas Eve Camping Trip by sserpente • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
❆ Decorations and Desires by sserpente • 16+ • 〔F〕 •
❆ Happy Christmas Conrads by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
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I've got you
*James Conrad x reader*
Parts: Oneshot/Drabble
Words: 1.7k
Prompt: "Imagine being on Skull Island (or somewhere equally as fucky) and Conrad shines a flashlight out into the darkness, only for several pairs of eyes to reflect back. His hand tightens around yours and every muscle in his lean body tenses. That deep voice gets low and quiet, warning you not to run. The second you try to bolt--because duh-- he tugs you against his firm chest and his lips are on your ear."
A.N.: This is a gift for @hopelessromanticspoonie who had this idea yesterday 💚✨ She (and her lovely anon) deserve some Conrad goodness! I hope you guys enjoy this quick little snippet 🖤 I am actually writing a longer Conrad series currently, but that will still take a while ☺️
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The low growling sounds outside your tent should have been warning enough, had they already sufficed to wake you up in the first place. If not that, then at least the distant screeching that carried through the cold night air at a bone-chilling frequency, haunting echoes in your mind filling the silence in between.
You should never have left your tent, should never have come on this bloody excursion to the middle of nowhere in the first place! But of course, you just had to be curious and go check on the noise by yourself instead of waiting for one of the men with the heavy guns to take care of it. Just had to prove to them that you weren't just the frail and frightened little thing they saw in you no matter what you did. You had to prove it to him. James Conrad, the man of both your daydreams and sleepless nights. Gods, you had been falling for him from the first day of this doomed mission. Him, with his incredible blue eyes and that unforgettable voice that could put the fear of God into every soul when he bellowed commands across any battlefield, and that yet would recite Shakespeare in the softest flowing melody like he was born to do nothing else. A voice dipped in liquid sin that should not be uttering compliments like languished breaths in the dark. Not without unravelling you softly in the sweetest torture known to man.
Well, you should have gotten a grip on yourself and your pathetic insecurities and just told him how badly you'd fallen for him days ago. Now, however, you were going to die lonely and frustrated, a mere hundred yards away from the well protected camp you'd been stupid enough to leave. Great job, idiot…
The same growling that had woken you up was all around you now, louder, so much louder than before and you couldn't believe that you had been so stupid to walk into this trap of… whatever was lurking in the darkness around you now. You didn't dare to move, didn't dare to make a sound… and simply clung onto the childish belief that if you couldn't see what was stalking you right now, it couldn't see you either. Not that you would've been able to see much anyway, with the stream of tears that was running down your cheeks now.
"Y/n! Are you out of your mind?! You shouldn't be out here alone in the middle of the night!" Conrad's scolding voice behind you, in that delicious British accent nevertheless, sent an immediate shiver down your spine, but unfortunately for more than one reason this time around. Gods, he was here… you only hoped that he had come as your salvation and not a second course to the hidden predators' nightly meal.
"James… They're everywhere, in the darkness… I'm so sorry." You whispered in a tear laced voice, too far frozen in your fear to turn around to him even when you felt his radiant presence coming up right next to you. So close that his warmth was almost seething on the chilled skin of your arm and shoulder. Gods… you had been so stupid indeed; you were absolutely bloody frightened and helpless out here, who had you been trying to fool!
When Conrad finally switched on his flashlight to shed some literal light onto the darkness ahead that you were still staring at relentlessly, you barely held back your startled scream by biting down hard on your bottom lip. There were eyes, so many eyes that reflected the light right back at you from the undergrowth in a glowing hollowness that spoke of nothing but hungry fixation and thus, impending death. Conrad next to you tensed in an instant, every muscle in his lean body coiling in a display of controlled strength, preparing to fight and defend himself. Or rather to defend both of you, for not even a broken second later his hand wrapped tightly around your lower arm as if purely on instinct, and your breath caught in your throat in return. A few deafening heartbeats long you both stayed frozen like that, until slowly, painfully, deliciously slowly, his hand slid down your arm to hold your hand instead, interlacing your fingers with his in the same unfaltering, strong hold.
"Don't move…" He drawled under his breath, commanding you with the deep tone of his voice alone to surrender his will no matter what he said. Thus you could only clasp his hand in a death grip in return, breath coming out in shallow pants as your heart thundered in your chest like the storm approaching in the distance.
And yet, when another loud growl announced that these beasts were drawing closer to you still, almost up your neck already with their teeth or claws sunk deeply into your tender flesh, the sound startled you so far beyond your reason that your flight instinct grew unbearable at last. Every fibre in your body burst in panic, and you bolted without thought, without reason, but you did not get far. Fast as lightning to match the thunder in your heart, Conrad's arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you flush against his chest, holding you tightly against his strong body while your excess adrenaline merely caused you to whimper into the soft fabric of his shirt.
"Shhh... I've got you." His voice was surprisingly soft now, reassuring and calming almost as if just to soothe your fears, while the gentle brush of his lips against the shell of your ear caused you to shiver for entirely different reasons. A soaring heart and tingling exhilaration made for an odd mix combined with the prominent fear of death, but in the end it only heightened your every sense to the incredible. If you were to die now, you at least would do so wrapped up in the arms of the man you loved. La petite mort, only in the opposite direction of what you would have wanted for him and you.
"James…" You breathed into his chest, desperately trying to keep yourself from trembling too noticeably, which only made him tighten his hold on you with a sharp intake of breath.
"Shush now, darling, and listen to me…" He replied in an equally quiet tone, still staring into the hollow eyes of death with his head so closely next to yours. "I will throw the flashlight ahead into the forest as far as I can to cause a decent distraction, and then you and I will run back to camp without turning back. We should be safe behind the barriers we've set up. Do you understand?"
You nodded slowly with a shuddering breath, then turned your head ever so slightly to glance up at him with all those sharp lines of his stern features, while at the same time he dropped his arm from around you and instead took a tight hold of your hand again. Then in the matter of broken seconds, he threw the flashlight as far away from your path as he could, and finally dashed off back towards your camp while pulling you along by your hand. You were quick to comply, running as fast as you could while your lungs burned all the more, but both Conrad's death grip on your hand and the howling behind your back made for a magnificent motivation to keep running either way.
The hundred yards still were torture to your mind and body, but even without the light you could see the barriers drawing nearer and nearer. When you finally reached the gate of the improvised defenses, Conrad didn't waste any time to rush you through before it was barred off from the inside right behind you. The howling, however, remained right outside before the gates and still made your blood freeze over even now from the safety of your camp. Good gods… you really had cheated death. Again.
Panting, you finally dared to look up at Conrad once more. He was still clutching your hand as if he was afraid you would vanish if he let go, and when his burning gaze met yours in that undivided intensity, you couldn't keep your lips from trembling, nor your words from spilling over at last. "I'm so sorry, I… I really didn't mean to cause you so much trouble, I'm so sorry, I just… wanted to prove to you that I'm worth your-..."
You didn't get any further when his hand rose to cup your cheeks with a start, elegant fingers entangling in your hair as he pulled you close to him and pressed his lips to yours in every bit of passion and urgency you had been yearning for for so long. It took you but a broken second of surprise before you melted against him with a faint moan, returning everything he gave you and everything you had beyond. This was heaven… A heaven you were granted only after surviving in hell.
When you finally pulled back, both breathless far more thoroughly than just from your run, Conrad leaned his forehead against yours so very gently, and yet refused to release you from his incessant hold. "You are worth all there is and more, darling. I can bear absolutely anything for you, and with you, you must know that. All except for losing you."
"I'm so sorry." You breathed, eyes closed as you revelled in the roaring waves of unadulterated affection washing over both of you now. "You won't lose me, I… I won't let that happen. I've got you just the same."
Your words brought a smile to his face, you could feel it all around you, could feel it against your lips a second later. He wasn't a man of many words, you knew that, but the ones he spoke were always the most beautiful and honest to his soul. So you did know indeed, you both had each other and that was all you would need.
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