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loki-cees-all · 2 months
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Fiji {James Conrad x Female Reader Drabble}
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Cee's James Conrad Fic Masterlist / AO3 Link
Pairing : James Conrad x Female Reader
Summary : A much-needed vacation for you and Conrad leads to nothing but lots of skin, sunshine, and the bluest blue you’ve ever seen.
W/c : 1.5k words
Content / Warnings : Established relationship, skinny-dipping, hurt/comfort (focus on the comfort for a change), some lingering angst, and just a touch of smut.
18+ Only - Minors DNI
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Daylight had only broken two hours prior, but you were already in the ocean. 
The bright cerulean sky overhead blended seamlessly with the crystal blue water below. At your shoulders, gentle and warm waves lapped at your skin, and in the distance, the calls of the local parrot finches provided the perfect soundscape for the island. Deep below the water’s surface, docile sand soothed the aching muscles of your feet, and if you submerged yourself completely in the water, you’d be able to see for almost a mile along the ocean floor. 
That is, if you were interested in thinking about anything besides the gorgeous man wrapped around you. 
Conrad had grumbled when you’d woken him up so early, just barely four hours after setting up camp and passing out on the vacant beach together. The face he’d made while trying desperately, and failing, to pull you back into the sleeping bag was infuriatingly adorable. But once his eyes had opened enough to see you happily stripping for a naked morning swim, his attitude had changed almost instantly. 
“Is this what you had in mind when you demanded a midnight boat ride to Tivoa Island?” Conrad had grinned as he peeled off his t-shirt and began working on his jeans. His hungry eyes were glued to your frame as you pulled your tank top overhead and then shimmied your shorts down your hips; his fingers, not quite as awake as his eyes were at that point, had fumbled with the buttons, struggling to free himself fast enough and catch up with you. 
You had laughed in response, walking backwards towards the water, taunting him with your nude form and an innocent smile on your lips. “I didn’t demand anything, darling. I politely requested that you find someone to give us a lift, that’s all.” 
The water was up to your knees by the time Conrad managed to catch up with you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and lifting you up into a backwards bearhug. And you had squealed with delight as he buried his nose in your neck and began to move you both deeper into the healing waters.
“If I had known that this little excursion was going to include skinny-dipping, I would have found us a ride a lot sooner than midnight, my dear…” he had murmured against your skin, breathing in your scent and running his hands along your hips once you lowered you back to your feet. 
Conrad’s touch was heavenly - his skin was so soft and soothingly warm, his every muscle so steady and strong against your back. At that moment, you were happier than you’d ever been. 
You’d already spent ten whole days and nine entire nights with him - every minute was kept all to yourselves, and there were absolutely no interruptions. But still, neither of you could keep your eyes and hands off each other the entire time. This was by far the longest you’d spent together since that very first meeting back in Saigon, and the entire trip had been nothing short of perfection - exploring new places and cultures along the islands of Fiji by day, and making considerable amounts of love by night. Everything the soul needed to set itself right again. 
Conrad hadn’t been sold on the idea of a vacation when you first broached the subject; he was a working man by birth, a desperate martyr looking for some way to be of use, and never one to turn down a job that needed doing. Whether any particular job actually needed doing was always up for debate, in your opinion, and after the tragedy on Skull Island, you were prepared to become relentless in your insistence that he needed to rest. 
But much to your surprise, he had immediately given in. He acquiesced, without any further struggle or argument, and took you up in your offer to travel for pleasure instead of pain. Because something horrible on that island had finally broken him, and it killed you to see it. 
Initially, he hadn’t wanted to discuss it at all…much in the same way he never wanted to talk about the war. You didn’t want to pry or to push in respect for his privacy, but you knew whatever still haunted him was deep and painful haunting. Even months later, he still had nightmares, and he’d wake up with a start, bolting upright and shouting orders at the long lost ghosts of Skull Island. 
And all you could do was hold Conrad tight, hoping that somewhere along the way, between the sun and the moon and the water, he’d finally be able to unburden himself. 
It was the third night in Lautoka, while basking in the afterglow of the second round of lovemaking that evening, when he finally opened up about the horrors of that place. Conrad wasn’t usually one for being upfront about his feelings, especially the negative ones, but he actually admitted to being absolutely terrified, for what was probably only the fourth or fifth time in his entire life. 
But he wasn’t necessarily scared of the monsters, or of the people - no, he had been frightened of never seeing you again. Of never getting to hold you, or make love to you again - and that fear was something he just couldn’t continue living with. With you, there was just too much for him to lose. And if there was one thing trackers hated the most, it was being unable to regain something precious. 
So now here you both were, standing back to chest in the Pacific Ocean, bathing in the sunlight and letting the waves purge away the aches and pains buried deep within both of your souls. Conrad was feeling so much better; he was smiling and laughing again, he was appreciating the little things, he was looking forward to the future. He was alive, and thus, so were you. 
Because you were loved here, cradled in Conrad’s arms and floating amongst the waves of his heart. And he was safe here, protected by you and the sunshine and the gentle breeze, from every dark shadow and every monster that still lingered in his painful memories. The gentle breeze blew away the ashes of the past, and the graceful waves paved the way for a quiet, simple life. 
Nothing could hurt either of you here, and absolutely everything could heal you. 
Conrad squeezed your hips again as he pressed lazy kisses along your neck and shoulder, and you were suddenly reminded of the time constraints against you both. The boat would be heading back to Lautoka at exactly noon, and the docks were just under a half hour’s walk from the beach. As much as you’d love to spend another week on this remote and exquisite beach, the rest of your belongings and food were still tucked away in your room at the Seabreeze Hotel…
“We should probably get a move on, if we don’t want to miss the boat back…” you murmured reluctantly, even as your heart raced while his lips moved up to your ear. Conrad let out an enticing and teasing hum as he nibbled on your earlobe, and a shiver of excitement ran down your spine as he pressed himself harder against your backside. 
“Yes, and we should probably have a snack before we go…” Conrad’s fingertips dipped between your thighs, grazing you softly with the most delicate of touches and leaving your brain short-circuiting in bewilderment. 
“I think there’s, uh…crackers…in my bag…” you breathed heavily, feeling lost in his touch again. Conrad’s fingers matched the gentle ocean waves as they pushed and withdrew, gathering up any leftover anguish and leaving nothing except euphoria in their wake. 
He continued that motion for a few more moments, winding you up for another beautiful release. Your head fell back against his shoulder and your lips parted with heavy breaths as your hips rolled with his fingers. Just as you were about to come, your fingernails dug into his forearms and you moaned his name in just the way he liked. 
But shockingly, right when you were on the edge of an incredible orgasm, Conrad completely withdrew his fingers and scooped you up bridal style instead. You gasped in surprise and your brow furrowed with irritation at the sudden reversal he'd pulled on you. But as you hooked an arm around his shoulder and looked up into his glittering blue eyes, at those irises shining brighter than the ocean and the sun combined, your heart outright stopped in your chest, like you were seeing him for the very first time again.
Conrad’s skin had grown so very tan from the sun, and so very soft from all the salt in the atmosphere. As his skin had grown tanner, new and more impressive freckles had popped up along his high cheekbones and broad shoulders. His beautiful eyes sparkled in the bright light reflecting off the water - the bluest blue you’d ever seen - and you could have sworn he’d acquired several new laugh-lines since this much-needed vacation had begun. 
He was healing. He was whole again, and the ocean had done that for you both. The ocean forces you to let go of everything holding you down, so you could focus on clinging to what was actually important. Nothing else on this planet could ever compare to the ocean’s power. 
Conrad just laughed as he carried you back to shore. “Oh, let me assure you, darling…It’s not food I’m hungry for.” 
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anukulee · 5 months
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Your Protector (James Conrad Letter)
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Dedicated to @lokisgoodgirl
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Dear Friend,
I am not one for letters, for I saw no need for them in my past occupation. Yet when I heard it was your birthday I thought it was only fit enough to write you a letter, one that I hope expresses my current wishes of mine to you.
Upon meeting you I was unsure what to think, for the island has left me to mistrust, far more than even the war. And while I can't disclose details of said mission, you can grasp a concept of what that means. Yet meeting you was such a change, you are a star, for never have I met such a woman such as you. For you are a woman who knows what she wants, and shall do anything to get it. Your eyes shine as bright as the day sky, and your friendship is the highest value to me. If you weren't married, I would gladly take you to be mine. Had it not been for your husband confusing for some actor you call Tom Hiddleston, we might've never met. Such a sad thought, as I would not know your friendship, as you stay up and talk me through my thoughts. Listening to me even if I can't give you the full story, your husband being just as grand as you. I truly thank you for the wonderful friendship, and I am sorry that I couldn't be more word-filled. I hope this is enough.
Signed Your Dearest Friend,
James Conrad
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sserpente · 11 months
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REQUESTS ARE OPEN! 🌞⛱️🤿
Guys! Let's do this! It's been way too long! Send in some prompts if you like! It's time to geek out! Besides, summer is coming up! So if you've got any hot ideas for that, shoot them my way as well!
You can send in prompts for the following characters this time:
Loki (Thor/The Avengers)
Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive)
Captain James Conrad (Kong: Skull Island)
Jonathan Pine (The Night Manager)
Thomas Sharpe (Crimson Peak)
Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)
Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things)
Captain Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean)
As always, please refer to my FAQ real quick before submitting a prompt! 💚
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crimsyn1981 · 5 months
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I just need to lose control of myself. Like can't think, can't breathe, can't walk, can't process type of losing control.
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mlmxreader · 2 years
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Lucky | James Conrad x m!reader
Anonymous asked: im back again 😎😎 (please do tell me if this is too much!!)
"One kiss? For good luck?" w m!reader and james conrad?
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summary: Conrad has to go do something, and you can't deny that you're worried about him.
tws: swearing
James was about to do something incredibly dangerous and probably stupid in hindsight; since travelling with him to Skull Island, you had become accustomed to it, though. He wasn't the same on the island as he was back home; back home he was far more calculating and careful, but when chasing down a gorilla bigger than any building you had ever seen, you supposed that the tactics he would use for normal jobs probably weren't applicable. Even still, as his boyfriend, you couldn't help but to be worried about him; he had promised to make you his husband one day, but as time dragged by on the island, you felt like that one day was more like a thousand years from now.
You couldn't resist the urge to pull him close to you, burying his head against your chest as you ran your hand through the hair at the back of his neck, your arm around his waist as you swallowed thickly, audibly.
"You promise you'll be safe?" You asked quietly, chewing at the inside of your top lip.
James nodded, his arms under yours, hands clinging to your shirt just below your neck as he held on. "Of course I will, you know that... I'm always careful."
You frowned, taking in a quiet and shaky breath as you stopped running your hand through his hair. "That's what worries me... you're not as lucky as some people, James."
He pulled away enough to meet your gaze as he smiled, shaking his head. "I have you, that makes me the luckiest man in the world."
"You know what I mean," you grumbled, gently patting his waist as you let go, taking a step back.
"Of course I do," he hung his head for a moment, sighing heavily before looking back at you. "But you really are such a wonderful boyfriend that you do make me feel like the luckiest man in the world."
You rolled your eyes, growling softly as you tried to fight back the smile on your lips. "Don't."
"What?" He purred, tilting his head to the side. "I mean it."
"I know you do, trust me, I know," you huffed, moving to sit on the side of the makeshift bed, which was really just a hammock with a scratchy thin blanket and a jacket folded into a partial pillow. You ran your hand down your face. "But we're... we're going after a gorilla so fucking big that it uses trees as toothpicks and... as much as I trust you, and I'm confident in your skills, this fucking terrifies me. You could get hurt, or, or worse!"
With a quiet grumble, James sat beside you on the hammock, and placed a heavy hand on your thigh; he could understand your feelings surrounding him going off to try and help the others, but all the same, he needed to do it, and he had more than enough training to be able to... but when you looked at him, so hopeless and so frightened, he dared to smile a little.
"How about one kiss? For good luck? Perhaps that would help."
You nodded. "So long as you promise you'll come back safe."
"I can do that," James agreed, straddling your lap. He let out a quiet shudder, his smile lighting up a little when you put your hands on his upper thighs.
He put his hands on your shoulders, and allowed you to initiate the kiss, pleasantly surprised by how rough you were with him, nibbling at his bottom lip and slipping your tongue between his lips, getting him to moan as he melted against you; he could hardly keep up with the way your lips moved against his, and when you moved to pin him down beneath you, he gasped softly.
"(y/n)," he whispered against your lips. "I have to go."
You let out a quiet snarl, getting up off of him and rubbing the back of your neck. "Now?"
"Now," he confirmed, sitting up and fixing his hair. "We can continue when I get back, though."
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pretty-little-mind33 · 10 months
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Welcome! My name is Sky. My pronouns are she/her and I'm 19! My guidelines are simple. Minors must NOT interact with anything that has a ♥ as a warning in this blog. Thank you so much for respecting my boundary :)
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autumnscribbles · 8 months
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masterlist
hello friends i'm finally making a masterlist!! i left out old imagines that i don't really write for those people anymore but yeah!!
requests always open!! especially for colby/sam and the fisher boys since their sections be looking empty ;)
Love y'all!
Brad Simpson
secret's out
believe me
LA nights
after the show
rooftop
cheap wine
missing you
don't touch her
confessions
betrayal
friends
Colby Brock
lost
begin again
Conrad Fisher
secret
Jeremiah Fisher
TBD
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lulubelle814 · 3 months
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Regards, Loki
Louisa has a hard time making ends meet until one night, her best friend convinces her to sign up on a sugar daddy website, but she only agrees to sign up for correspondence, not sex. Cora only made her promise to keep it up for a week, and she didn’t want to let her best friend down. Once the week was over, Louisa would delete her profile. It's just when she's going to delete her profile at the end of the week that she receives an interesting message.
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18 - Chapter 19 - Chapter 20 - Chapter 21 - Chapter 22 - Chapter 23 - Chapter 24 - Chapter 25 - Chapter 26 - Chapter 27 - Chapter 28 - Chapter 29 - Chapter 30 - Chapter 31 - Chapter 32 - Chapter 33 - Chapter 34 - Chapter 35 - Chapter 36 - Chapter 37 - Chapter 38 - Epilogue
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lettalady · 3 months
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For the prompt "hope springs eternal"
oooh I had a couple things occur to me regarding this phrase. Let's chase after James Conrad and his younger step-sibling. They have a tradition between them, passing their father's lighter back and forth on or close to respective birthdays. He sort of meant for her to hang onto it this last time - but she had different ideas.
Thank you for getting the characters stirring!
Word Prompt Challenge : Send me a word (or phrase) and I’ll write a story
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Hope springs eternal { Proverb: phrase of hope. It is human nature to find fresh cause for optimism. See also: You continue to hope something will happen, although it seems unlikely }
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James Conrad shouldn't be escorting his little sister anywhere. Particularly he shouldn't be trying to find the safest way back from his camp site to civilization, or dealing with the pilot and ex-friend that brought said little sister from the safety of what once was home to discover why it was she hadn't heard from him. Solitude was sort of the point.
He was the tracker in the area that had a bit of time on his hands, so everyone brought the news to him these days, defeating his attempt at pulling away from the world. Shock wasn't the first thing that sprang to him when his little sister, more grimy than he's ever remembered seeing her. She wasn't alone, not that the company shepherding her was a welcome sight.
The moment he gets them both to his camp to clean up a little before the real trek begins, he turns to the man he knew during his SAS days, and once considered a close friend. This incident only adds to the bad blood between them. "I thought you'd be dead by now."
The former buddy only snorts deadpan in response, “I thought you’d be less of an asshole, but here we are.” 
Yes. Here they are. And if memory serves it's not him that's the asshole that cost so many their lives. James tamps down on the bubbling irritation threatening to turn an attempted rescue into a brawl. “So you brought my sister out here.” 
“Didn't know she was your sister at first."
At first. Didn't turn the job down once the connection was revealed. Clearly.
"She’d have found someone less reputable if I didn’t.” 
Hmmph. Reputable is a stretch. “Fair.” 
“And you’d’ve killed me if something had happened to her. Something different had happened. Not that I coulda known that she would take after your insanity. Took my reminder about IF it looked like we needed to jump to goddamned do it. Your family is…” 
“Whatchit.” 
Silence falls as they wait for his little sister to reappear, hopefully a little more put together and ready to make the long trek in. Maybe he'll get himself a drink, hustle the pool tables for money -- since he'll find himself in the city again.
"So. The plan is to get her out of here."
"Her, and you, on the first plane departing." James nods, "Hope springs eternal."
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holdmytesseract · 1 year
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Lyric-Drabble-Mania (completed)
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a/n: This is the masterlist for my 1k follower special! 🥳 I already started to write the first drabbles, so I think I start to post them sometime next week! ☺️😁
General Warnings: fluff, angst/heavy angst, smuttish - no smut (There will be warnings on each drabble as well!)
All the lines taken from the songs are not mine. Lyrics are in bold, so credits to the artists.
Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @ladycamillewrites @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @lulubelle814 @coldnique @sweetpeapod @thefemininemystiquee @cheekyscamp @peaches1958 @multifandom-worlds @stupidthoughtsinwriting @eleniblue @simping-for-marvel @lokixryss
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°☆• Masterlist •☆°
Jealousy {Robert Laing x fem!Reader}
Blown Away {Jonathan Pine x fem!Reader}
Running Out of Time {Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader}
Sing Me To Sleep {BabyFever!Loki & Ella}
Too Late {Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader}
Forever In His Eyes {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}
Bewitched {Will Ransome x fem!Reader}
Not Alone {Jonathan Pine x fem!Reader}
One Look {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}
Memories {Magnus Martinsson x fem!Reader}
Coldness in Our Hearts {Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader}
Possession {Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader}
Healing Words {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}
Guardian Angel {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}
The Long Way 'Round {Young!Tom Hiddleston x fem!Readed}
Shattered Hearts {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}
Demons {Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader}
So Loved {BabyFever!Loki & Ella}
Nightmare Turned Reality {Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader}
On Edge {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}
Lifesaver {Magnus Martinsson x fem!Reader}
Be Right Now {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}
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loki-cees-all · 4 months
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Cee's James Conrad Fic Masterlist
Other Character Masterlists Here - Cee's Loki Fic Masterlist / Cee's Magnus Martinsson Fic Masterlist
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One-Shot Collection
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Fiji - James Conrad x Female Reader / Drabble / Hurt-Comfort (focus on the comfort for a change) / 1.5k words
How Do You Want Me? - James Conrad x Female Reader / Smut / coming soon
The Benefits of Dereliction - James Conrad x Female Reader / Smut / coming laterish
Click here to be added to my James Conrad fic tag list! 💙
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hazelsmirrorball · 1 year
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CUPIDS FOURTEEN LOVE STORIES MASTERLIST
Since I love Valentine’s Day so much I decided to to a little Valentine’s Day series as a gift from me to you. Enjoy <3
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Valentines Number One Hater
Jason Todd x Fem! Reader
Jason hates Valentine's Day with a burning passion. When he decides to take out his trash he bumps into his next door neighbor, Y/n. Y/n is obsessed with Valentines and is attempting to go on a nice valentines day but her plans don’t go as planned when she gets stuck in the elevator with her neighbor.
Late Night Talking
Timothée Chalamet x Fem!Reader
Timothee decides to have a cozy night in for Valentine’s Day with his lovely girlfriend
The Anonymous Red Velvet Cupcakes Bak er
Theodore Nott x Reader
Y/n loves red velvet cupcakes, so to win her heart someone anonymously tries to make her family’s secret recipe
Hogwarts Elementary
Modern Marauders! X Fem! Reader
It's Valentine's Day in Hogwarts Elementary and James decides it's a good idea to play secret admire with one of the teachers.
Lover, James Potter Version
James Potter x Fem! Reader
you’re madly in love with James Potter and you’ll make everyone know that you’ll love him forever.
Midnight Grapes 
Conrad Fisher x Fem! Reader
Y/n wants love so she decides that the best thing she could do is eat grapes on New Years Eve.
The Better Robin, the better lover.
Batbros x Batsis
It’s Valentine’s Day, and the Batbros are fighting over who is most likely to get a flower arrangement.
The Cupid Trap
dick Grayson x spider!girl reader
In which Jason Todd tries to settle his hopeless romantic best friend on a date with his brother.
Holidate
JJ Maybank x Kook! Reader 
Y/n lies to her parents to make them accept her boyfriend, JJ.
Valentine
Regulus Black x Fem! Reader 
Regulus asked Y/n to be his Valentines 
Roses
Lorenzo Berkshire x Reader
Lorenzo get anonymous flowers for Valentine’s Day.
Galentines
 Fem! Reader x Mauraders! Era girlies 
the girls decide that they should do a picnic for their annual galentines celebration. 
Battle of the Valentines
Remus Lupin x Fem! Reader, James Potter x Fem! Reader, Sirius Black x Fem! Reader. 
The marauders all have a crush on their best friend, Y/n. They all want to ask her to be their valentine, the better one will win her heart.
[Regular Masterlist]
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sserpente · 2 years
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Requests are open!
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It is finally time, haha! It’s been way too long, so without further ado, please feel free to attack my askbox with prompts!
You can request Imagines with the following characters this time:
Loki (Thor/The Avengers)
President Loki (Loki) 😉
Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive)
Captain James Conrad (Kong: Skull Island)
Jonathan Pine (The Night Manager)
Thomas Sharpe (Crimson Peak)
Eric (Divergent)
Karl Heisenberg (Resident Evil: Village)
William Ransome (The Essex Serpent)
Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)
Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things)
Also, yes, I fell down the Eddie rabbit hole. DEAL WITH IT; AND WITH THE FACT THAT I ACTUALLY LIKE PINEAPPLE ON PIZZA! 🍍😂
And as usual, please have a look at my FAQ before requesting. ♥  If you have any questions, you can always send me an extra ask or shoot me a message. Just make sure to send me your prompt as an ask so I can keep track of them!
My requests will remain open for a full week, so you’ll have plenty of time to submit yours and as usual, I will try to write as many as I can! ♥
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mochie85 · 1 year
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A Night With The Captain
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A moodboard created for @the-slumberparty "Test Your Palette Challenge" using the colors above. I got very lucky with the color scheme the first time around.
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Main Masterlist | Moodboard Masterlist
Tagging people who might be interested: @springdandelixn @michelleleewise @lokisgoodgirl @gigglingtigger @xorpsbane @sarahscribbles @loopsisloops @mischief2sarawr @ladyofthestayingpower @irishhappiness @ladycamillewrites @fictive-sl0th @muddyorbsblr @lokiprompts @give-me-a-moose @immersed-in-mischief @britishserpent @theaudacitytowrite @coldnique @holdmytesseract @wheredafandomat @tallseaweed @simplyholl
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frostironfudge · 2 years
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Tom Hiddleston Masterlist
hello, I'm fudge and this is my Tom Hiddleston Masterlist, anything and everything Tom is here: one shots, multi-part fics. please make sure to read all the warnings before reading each piece. your media consumption is your responsibility. please note minors dni with smut or dark themed content.
please note I am no longer writing RPF. all the fics linked are complete
Main Masterlist // AO3
Divider by @firefly-graphics
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One Shots
Your Boyfriend Comes To Work Day (requested)
Age Gap (requested) Headcanon
Co-Stars on Betrayal (requested) Headcanon
Multi-Part Fics
Rush (Complete)
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Fem!Reader
Tom has a few rules he follows diligently, you make him break each one.
This fic contains smut, angst, fluff, it also contains sensitive topics of SA, Domestic Abuse, and others, please read warnings before each chapter.
Masterlist
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infinitystoner · 4 months
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Compliance
A continuation of Misconduct / MASTERLIST
Pairing: James Conrad x Female Reader
Summary: You disobeyed a direct order during a mission, and, now that you’re back in the safety of your motel room, Conrad reminds you that actions have consequences.
Word Count: 2.1k
Tags/Content: Established Relationship, Soft Dom!Conrad, Bratty Sub Behavior, Bondage, Orgasm Denial, Smut! Smut! Smut!, Plot? What Plot?
Rating: Explicit; 18+
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“...you’re going to talk me through it.”
Conrad’s tongue darts across his bottom lip, drinking in the vision of you, bound and on your knees before him. He leans back, propping himself up on one elbow and spreading his legs with measured grace. His right hand is still wrapped around his cock, but he’s halted his motions.  
In this moment, you grasp the gravity of your current situation and his need for control. You commit to doing whatever he asks of you. 
“Go on, love. I’m waiting.” 
“Stroke yourself… slowly,” you say, saliva pooling in your mouth as you watch Conrad unhurriedly move his hand along his hardening length. His piercing gaze remains focused on yours. 
Yes, you’ll give him exactly what he wants tonight. 
He should be careful what he asks for. 
“Now imagine my warm tongue against your balls, licking my way up your cock until—” you pause, watching Conrad’s hand tighten around his cock as he pumps faster, groaning out a string of curses. Your pussy shamelessly throbs in response and you press your thighs together in an effort to relieve the burning ache, groaning when the seam of your jeans provides the tiniest bit of friction. “—until my lips wrap around the tip. Touch yourself there.” 
At your words, he runs the pad of his thumb over the head of his cock, whimpering as his hips jerk.
“Come closer,” Conrad growls. 
The intoxicating scent of him envelopes you, and you suppress the urge to take him in your mouth as you settle into your new position between his thighs. You’re determined to prove you can be obedient, but you wonder how long this little game will last. Because for the past six months, you and Conrad have followed the same routine: complete an assignment, come back to the motel, and release your collective adrenaline. 
His stamina post-mission is always impressive. You can’t wait for him to rail you within an inch of your life. 
“Imagine your cock hitting the back of my throat as I gag around you.”
You wet your lips as Conrad continues to thrust into his hand, tossing his head back as his hips shift off the edge of the bed. He’s quick to catch himself, but his cock grazes your mouth before he does so, and you give in – licking the tip as he groans above you. 
“Naughty girl,” he rasps, cupping your chin as he runs his thumb over your bottom lip. The rough timbre of his voice reverberates through you, settling in your core as your traitorous hips buck against the edge of the mattress. 
“Stand up.” 
He knows exactly what he’s doing, giving you these brusque commands. The heat swirling through your cunt pulses in time with your frantic heartbeat. You don’t stand a chance. 
Conrad steadies you when you struggle to rise to your feet. So much for being seductive. But he doesn’t seem to mind. He’s honed in – hastily unfastening your pants and tugging them over the curve of your ass with ease as he positions you between his knees. His cock, resting heavy against his thigh, twitches as he runs a finger through your folds. The way he parts his lips and slants his brows lets you know he’s recalculating his next move. 
“You’re soaked.��� 
“Let me come,” you say as he strokes your swollen clit with calloused, practiced fingertips. 
“Not yet,” he replies, pulling away. “Bend over.”
His firm chest presses against yours as he stands. Tilting your head up to meet his gaze, you note your own lust is reflected in his eyes. 
Any other man would likely fuck you into the mattress, but Conrad is not just any man. He’s methodical, precise in his actions. There are never any hasty decisions with him. No sudden deviations from the plan.  
It’s what you love most about him; yet, earlier tonight, you’d commandeered his mission and subsequently betrayed his trust.  
Conrad meticulously positions you in front of him. You don’t say a word, instead imagining the intense focus on his face: the furrow of his brow, the way his lips press together in concentration, a hint of his tongue peeking out. He guides your upper body to rest against the bed before seizing the belt around your wrists as if it’s a rein. The thought of him riding you to the edge of oblivion sends a tingling thrill up your spine. 
“Is this alright?” he asks. 
Craning your neck, you finally take in the sight of him behind you as he bends his knees to line himself up. He’s a terrible tease, and the well-worn denim of his jeans tickles the back of your thighs as he drags his cock along your pussy, applying just enough pressure to drive you mad. 
“Just fuck me already,” you whine, and Conrad chuckles as you writhe beneath him. There are several reasons why you shouldn’t goad him, but that requires a presence of mind you don’t currently possess.   
“Such a filthy mouth. But, if you insist.” 
Conrad snatches the belt as he buries himself in your cunt, bottoming out in one swift snap of his hips. Your back arches and you cry out at the sensation of being so perfectly full. His fingertips once again find your clit, delicious pressure building in your hips as he mimics the wave of pleasure that crashes over you each time his hips roll against your ass. 
“Need to come, James. Please.”
“Do you think you deserve it?”
“I- I …” you stutter, every last brain cell focused on the feel of his cock dragging along your g-spot.
“Answer. Me.” Each word is punctuated with an agonizingly slow thrust. Both his hands are now firmly holding your hips down, but you attempt to squirm anyway, your throbbing clit searching for pressure or friction — anything to aid you in toppling you over the edge. But Conrad’s grip keeps you still and at his mercy. 
“Oh, you wicked thing,” he drawls, leaning over, his solid form pressing you further into the mattress. 
“So wicked,” you agree as he leans back and smacks your ass, the sweet sting making you clench around his cock. 
“God,” he breathes out between gritted teeth, his large hand kneading your cheek before giving it another swift smack. “You must want- want me to fuck the brat out of you.” 
Conrad wraps an arm around your midriff, pulling your body back against him. 
“You can try.” You rise to your tip-toes as he continues to rock into you, your bound hands clutching at the hem of his t-shirt. A deep laugh rumbles in his chest as he leans down to whisper against the shell of your ear. 
“Oh? Is that what you really want? Will a proper fuck set you straight?” 
“Yes, Daddy.”
You know it drives him wild when you call him that, and, as predicted, his movements become more frenzied. The sounds of Conrad’s groans as his cock slides into your pussy over and over again are hypnotic. He’s quickly losing himself – and so are you. The noises of bliss he’s pulling from you meld with his own as they reverberate around the room, and soon you’re ready to scream out his name. It’s only when his hips judder and he rests his forehead against your back as rides out his climax that you realize he’s not going to let you come. 
“You did so good,” Conrad praises as he unfastens the belt from your forearms and pulls you into his embrace. He brings your wrist up to his lips, tenderly kissing all the places the leather dug into your flesh. You whine as your orgasm ebbs. 
“Do you know why I didn’t grant you release?” 
You’re frustrated, and he knows it. You open your mouth to reply with some bratty retort, but Conrad simply tuts, pressing a finger to your lips. 
“Because you were impatient. Disobedient. And for this,” he motions between you, “to work, I can’t have you taking unnecessary risks out there. Is that understood?” 
Your heart plummets at the realization that you’ve truly disappointed him. Your mind whirs as remorse floods your senses – there’s got to be some way to make him realize how much you regret your earlier misconduct. 
“I understand,” is all you manage to say. 
“Good. Now,” Conrad says, nodding towards the bathroom. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
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The shower soothes you and rinses away some of your worries, but then Conrad joins you. As you silently begin to wash the dirt and sweat off each other’s bodies, something more than water slickens the space between your thighs. You guide his hand to the crease of your hip, praying those talented fingers will finally grant you release. 
He leans back to observe your face. “Feeling quite bold tonight, are we?”
“I need you, James.” 
“I know, darling. But I need you to take this seriously.” 
A whine rumbles at the back of your throat as he steps out of the tub, his glorious ass on full display as he reaches for the towels. In quiet defeat, you turn the faucet off, watching the water circle the drain. What a fool you’ve been. 
Conrad gently wraps a towel around your shoulders and helps you out of the shower, his touch a comforting anchor in the midst of vulnerability. 
“What if your plan had backfired? You could have been captured — or worse…” his voice trails off, like he can’t bring himself to say it.  
Because the mission’s success and your safe return home had been pure dumb luck. You replay the moment it all went to hell: Your target, a bureaucrat being held captive by a small crew of outlying militants, was left unguarded. You took advantage of the opportunity and succeeded in securing the abducted party. But you had compromised not only your own safety, but everyone else’s, in the process. 
His voice drops as he nudges his nose against yours. “There is only one thing that matters to me in this life, and that is you, my precious girl.” 
Conrad runs his thumb over your cheek, and your heart drops into your stomach as those crystal blue eyes look down at you with unwavering devotion. You don’t deserve him, and yet he is yours – completely.  
“And I- I cannot bear the thought of something happening to you.” 
“It won’t happen again. I promise,” you reply quietly, wanting to say more, yet realizing that your words aren’t enough. Not when you were so reckless. 
“I want to believe you,” he murmurs against your lips before kissing you. It’s brief – much too brief – and you do your best to ignore the twinge of pain that jabs your heart as he walks away. 
You’ll do whatever it takes to earn back his sacred trust. Taking a deep breath to compose yourself, you search the small armoire tucked in the corner of the motel bathroom for an item Conrad gifted you months ago as a peace offering. Finally, you find it: an embroidered beige negligee. The thin silk highlights the contours of your curves, and you delight in the way it skims over your damp skin as you walk into the bedroom. 
Something akin to hope bubbles inside you because Conrad is waiting for you there, leaning against the pillows, long legs stretching across the bed and his bath towel slung low around his hips. The tense pinch between his brows softens as he notes what you’re wearing. He beckons you to him.
“Surely you’re not ready for sleep yet?” he teases as you lie down next to him, the scent of lavender soap intertwining with the heady, lingering smell of sex.
“I’m much too stimulated to sleep,” you admit with sigh, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. 
“Oh?” He rolls on top of you, pushing the hem of your nightgown above your hips before caging you between his arms. “We’ll have to do something about that then.”
“Are you sure I deserve it?” you ask, although you widen your hips in anticipation. Conrad settles between them, quickly discarding his towel. The soft amber light of the sconces above your bed highlights the expanse of muscles rippling beneath his taut, tanned skin. He looks at you through half-lidded eyes and you think you might break under the weight of his gaze.
“My love. This life we lead… it’s dangerous. Imperfect. That is what you don’t deserve.”
At times, it feels like you’re standing on the precipice of your own destruction. The love you possess for this gorgeous man consumes you like a raging wildfire, and you know it will inevitably leave a trail of ashes in its wake. You inhale, gliding your fingers across the sharp line of his cheekbone before curling your hand around the back of his neck. 
“It’s the life I want – the life I choose. Every day,” you assure him. “Just as I choose you, James. Every day.” 
Whatever he sees in your expression must convince him you’re telling the truth because, as he slowly guides himself inside you, he says, 
“I believe you.”
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