#Kong: Skull Island fanfiction
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Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
✑ Combat Lessons￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "Imagine [your father, hiring] Captain James Conrad,… to train you [in combat]."
✑ Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: "Imagine you and James Conrad [constantly arguing] until you [getting] stranded on an uncharted island where you have to rely on each other to survive. Suddenly, grudges are forgotten, romantic things are said, and you realize you [might not] hate each other after all..."
✑ Bind Me by lady-rose-moon • 18+ • 〔E᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "When you see that your husband is troubled by his time on Skull Island, you suggest doing something entertaining."
✑ Caught in a Love Web by screw-real-life-i-pick-fandoms • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: After rescuing you from one of Skull Islands' giant spiders, James finally finds the courage to tell you everything he wanted to say months ago.
✑ Dancing in the Rain by sserpente • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: "Imagine, [while] stranded on [Skull] Island, convincing Captain James Conrad to dance [with you] in the rain...."
✑ Dangerous Paradise by holdmytesseract • 14+ • 〔E᜶M〕 •
Summary: "As a journalist, you join a expedition to a mysterious island called 'Skull Island' - which turns out to be a literal death trap. But with all the danger you are facing, there is at least one good thing... The incredibly hot tracker of the team, Captain James Conrad..."
✑ Don't Touch That by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "As a botanist for MONARCH, you can spy potentially deadly vegetation a mile away. Unfortunately, James Conrad cannot, and the thinly veiled sexual tension between… you is about to explode."
✑ I've Got You by lov3nerdstuff • 16+ • 〔E᜶C〕 •
Summary: "Imagine being on Skull Island... and Conrad shines a flashlight out into the darkness, only [to see] several pairs of eyes to [staring] back... The second you try to bolt… he [pulls] you against his firm chest, and [whispers in your ear not to move a muscle]."
✑ Keep Me Safe by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔E᜶C〕 •
Summary: "You run into a tent for safety after being chased by a massive insect-like creature while collecting flora samples from Skull Island. The tent belongs to James Conrad."
✑ Let's Stay Together by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "MONARCH has finally allowed James to return home to London after the fiasco on Skull Island. He finds you at home and remembers what he had been missing [while] he [was] gone."
✑ Lost and Found by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: After disappearing on a mission over five years ago, James is more than a little surprised to find you, his wife, alive and living with the locals on Skull Island.
✑ Nauseous by simplyrochellemari • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "You and James have [a] history [of] working together on cases, and your constant banter quickly takes a turn when you both get placed on the same assignment to Skull Island, and both of your lives are threatened."
✑ Not a Fever by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "You're quarantined in the laboratory with James Conrad as you try to determine what the effects of the pollen he was exposed to are."
✑ Rest by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Conrad knows exactly what buttons to push to get you to come to bed."
✑ Uncharted Teritory by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "Imagine [being on an expedition] with James Conrad. [When] he finds you bathing under a waterfall, he [plans] on chiding you for leaving the camp alone, [however] when he [sees you're] naked [it gets] harder and harder [for him] to focus."
✑ Unexpected, But Loved All the Same by merakiaes • 〔M᜶F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "James comes home from Skull Island and is greeted with a surprise he was not expecting."
✑ Use Me by ladycamillewrites • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: You help your husband let off some steam...
✑ Wildest Dreams by cleo-fox • 18+ • 〔M᜶E〕 •
Summary: It's nearing ten o'clock at night and James Conrad is standing on your doorstep.
✑ You Deserve Better￨Prt. II by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔F᜶C〕 •
Summary: When all the plans you'd made for today go down the drain, the last person you expected shows up at your door to try turning the night around.
✑ Abs by tomhiddleston-is-mischief • 〔F〕 •
✑ Admiration￨Prt. II by jewels2876 •
✑ Adventure by goddessofmischief • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Be Careful Now by justauthoring • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Best Hiders, the by jewels2876 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Brilliance of a Blanket Fort by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Dear Daddy… by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Every One of Your Scars by lady-rose-moon • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Family Camping Trip by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Indescribable by justauthoring • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ It's Okay to Be Afraid by justauthoring • 〔F᜶C〕 •
✑ Just Like That￨Prt. II by jewels2876 • 〔F〕 •
✑ Just Passing Through by goddessofmischief • 〔F〕 •
✑ Just this Once by sserpente • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
✑ Motivation by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ No Lizards in the House! by ladyfluff • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ No More by justauthoring • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Operation Sheets by hopelessromanticspoonie • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Promise Me by ladyfluff • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Promises by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Rain by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Smiling Down at You by justauthoring • 〔A〕 •
✑ Waiting by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Dates w/ James Conrad… by tomhiddleston-is-mischief • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ James Conrad as a Father… by thepilotanon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Having James Conrad as a Significant Others…￨Prt. II • by thepilotanon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
See Also: Navigation || James Conrad Master Index
Authors: @cleo-fox || @goddessofmischief || @holdmytesseract || @hopelessromanticspoonie || @jewels2876 || @justauthoring || @just-the-hiddles || @lady-rose-moon || @ladycamillewrites || @ladyfluff || @lov3nerdstuff || @merakiaes || @muddyorbsblr || @screw-real-life-i-pick-fandoms || @simplyrochellemari || @sserpente || @thepilotanon || @tomhiddleston-is-mischief ||
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The Way You Kiss Me
[Travis "Trapper" Beasley x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: He’s called “Trapper” for a reason.
WC: 1443
Category: Fluff, Lime/Spice
I would say this is a fan service… but, truthfully, I couldn’t help myself. This is a service to myself LMFAO (enjoy the gif of Dan in The Guest since GxK is still fresh in theaters. I cannot wait for this movie to come out in hd quality 🤭)
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Trapper was a bit of a wildcard, in your opinion. You'd known him since your teenage years and had been the one to give him his name. He'd always been a bit of a recluse, even back then. The man was more comfortable around animals than he was with people. The compassion he had for the four-legged beasts was something you had always admired. It was his love of nature and the wild that had drawn you in; you'd never been able to pinpoint why.
That had been over ten years ago, but it felt like no time had passed. You had gone to school, became what you always dreamed of, and moved back to your hometown.
And, of course, it was only inevitable that Trapper would have trapped you.
It hadn't happened right away.
No, it had started slow, like a creeping fog. You didn't even notice it until you found yourself missing the smell of his cologne and his walkman that he still carried around everywhere.
“Yeah, luv, not everywhere's got Wi-Fi, you know?” He would always say, and the thick Australian accent would make your heart flutter.
He was kind, gentle, and a bit goofy. He could sing like a dream (not really, he was quite awful) and was the best vet in the whole world, or at least in your mind. He was utterly perfect on the inside.
And the outside? Well, a pure accident had gotten you two together.
You'd gone into his office, just like every other time, to borrow another of his rare records. Usually, he was there to let you in, but when he wasn't, you were thankful he kept a spare key under the mat.
The office had been quiet, and as you walked through the small space, you frowned, knowing that he never missed a day, even when he was sick.
Turns out your suspicion was right.
His water got cut off, so he swung by the office to shower, and well, you'd gotten to him before he'd managed to change. So, there you were, in your scrubs and lab coat, walking in on him fresh from a shower, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.
It had been an awkward encounter, to say the least.
Trapper was not a big guy. Sure, he had broad shoulders and was decently strong, but his height was on the shorter side, and his muscles were more toned than they were bulky. He was handsome in his own way, and that was one thing you'd always liked. He didn't look like a bodybuilder or some sort of model. He looked like a normal man.
But the moment you saw him standing there, dripping wet and looking a bit shocked, it was like a switch flipped. Your knees felt weak, and the butterflies that had made their homes in your stomach started flapping their wings, making you feel all flustered and a bit embarrassed.
It made it worse when you realized he had his Walkman hanging around his neck. Dude couldn’t even make it a day without his favorite tunes.
And the fact that you had his favorite record clutched in your arms wasn’t helping.
You were the first to speak.
"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to barge in like this; I was just-."
He cut you off.
"Ah, yeah, forgot to call, didn't I? Water got shut off this morning, thought I'd shower here." He looked around. "Sorry 'bout the mess. Didn't know you were coming by today."
The towel was slipping. You could see his hip bones. You tried to look away, but you couldn't help it. He had such a nice body, and you'd never even noticed it until then.
You shook your head.
"It's fine. I, um, was just looking for one of your records; I didn't mean to."
He raised his hands.
“Settle down, sweetheart, don't get yourself worked up. No harm done."
It was only then that he seemed to realize what was happening. His eyes widened slightly.
"Oh. Sorry, I can just..."
"No, no, it's fine. Go ahead."
It was then that he noticed the album you had clutched to your chest. A smile spread across his face, and he gave you a knowing look.
"Fleetwood Mac… again? How many times is this now? Four?"
You flushed.
"I told you, they're my favorite."
He smiled and shook his head.
"You're lucky I don’t mind sharing. Come on, let's see which one it is."
As he took the album from you, his hand brushed yours, and you couldn't help the jolt that went up your arm.
He didn't seem to notice, thankfully, and instead flipped open the case.
"Ah, Rumours. My personal favorite."
Your heart was racing. You could hear your blood in your ears, and all you could think about was how good he looked in a towel.
He looked up and met your gaze. His lips twitched upwards.
"Welp,” He closed the case and handed it back to you. “Go ahead. It's all yours."
He stepped past you and walked to his office, leaving a trail of water behind him. You stood there, unable to move, just staring after him, the record still held tight to your chest.
"Hey, Traps?" You called.
He appeared in the doorway.
"Yeah?"
"What’re you listening to?"
He grinned and held up his Walkman.
“Toto. I was feeling a bit… nostalgic."
You couldn't help the laugh that came from your lips.
"Of course you are."
His grin was contagious, and he disappeared back into his office, leaving you standing there, feeling like a teenage girl with her first crush. Except the crush didn’t stay a crush for long.
You forget what happened initially, but one minute, you were holding the record out in the hallway; the next minute, you were on the couch in his office, the record discarded on the floor, and his lips were on yours.
You weren’t really sure who had kissed who first, but you had been surprised at his actions, and he had pulled away quickly.
The break was short-lived, and the next thing you knew, you were both making out, his freshly picked out plaid pullover discarded somewhere, and your hands buried in his hair, tugging at the ashy blonde locks as he peppered kisses all along your neck.
His skin was soft, and you could tell he put lotion on. His hair smelled like the shampoo he used, and his breath smelled like coffee and mint.
He had a bit of scruff on his cheeks, and you could feel the hairs brush against your skin. Ticklish, but in a good way.
He had strong hands, and they were running along your sides, pulling your hips against his, and the pressure was enough to make you moan into his mouth.
Nothing further had happened that day. It was his workplace, after all. It's one of the things he actually took seriously. But that didn’t stop you two from doing things in his office on the weekends.
Like now, for instance.
He had you pressed up against the door, his mouth working along your jaw and down your neck, his hands running over your back.
Your head was swimming. You couldn’t think straight. The only thing you could process was him: his touch, his smell, his voice.
You felt him push a leg between yours, and you ground yourself against him.
The groan that rumbled in his chest had you shivering, and you reached for him, fingers grabbing for purchase on his shirt.
He was a sight to behold. Hair mussed from your fingers, lips red and swollen, eyes darkened by lust.
His Walkman was never too far, and as his lips moved back up to meet yours, his hands were fiddling with the buttons. Honestly, it was a miracle he could still find the music while being preoccupied.
The sounds of the first few notes of the song had you smiling.
He pulled away and grinned, eyes sparkling with amusement.
"A fan of this one?"
You didn't answer.
Instead, you took his hand and twirled him, pulling him against you, chests pressed together.
His laughter rang in your ears, and the next thing you knew, you were swaying back and forth, cheek resting against his chest, his chin resting atop your head.
For a little while, you forgot about everything: no work, no big apes or lizards, no giant monsters or crazy scientists.
There was no need for them. Not now.
You were trapped in his arms, and you had no plans of breaking free.
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keep me safe
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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.
Pairing: James Conrad x Reader
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, exit stage left); oral (f receiving); fingering; unprotected p in v; kinda public sex (they're in a tent but y'know people can hear…) [let me know if i missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: coworkers to lovers
"I really don't think we should be this far out from camp, Y/L/N. According to Marlow's notes--"
"Forget about Marlow's notes," you hissed at Brooks, walking even further into the greenery of the island. "Look at this flora! I'm pretty sure some of these we can't even find in any textbook known to man. If we come back home with these samples we could win the Nobel for discovering a new species of jungle flora. And what if the key to proving Randa's research was found on this side of the island? What then, Brooks? Would you still tell me that we're going to follow Marlow's notes and miss out on the chance to finally prove to the scientific community that we're not certifiable? That we deserve to be taken seriously?"
"Well we should at least call for one of the soldiers to back us up. Or Conrad."
You bristled at the mention of the name; having him here would only put you on edge, trying so hard not to look a complete fool in front of the former SAS tracker and also trying your damnedest to not let him see that you'd started having feelings for the man.
"Why? So he could tell us how stupid we are for not listening to 'sound advice'? Brooks, when did anyone who made any measurable breakthrough in our community ever do so by listening to 'sound advice'?"
"They weren't surrounded by giant creatures that could kill them within nanoseconds, Y/N!"
"We don't know that!" you snapped back, stopping in your tracks to look back at your clearly hesitant lab partner, the fear emanating from him palpable even from where you stood. "Look," you sighed, thinking of a way to grant him a modicum of relief in this forsaken island. "You can head back to camp, okay? I'll be fine. I'll just collect a few samples for us to bring home so that we can actually have something to give the board reason to give us more funding when we come back. With more backup so we can collect the rest."
"You promise it's just a few samples?"
You gave him your best attempt at a reassuring smile. "Five at most. I promise."
His only response to you was an exaggerated sigh. "Lead the way." He waved his hand toward the expanse of trees less than a hundred meters away.
You'd just bagged your first sample and were prepping to collect the second a few feet away when you heard his shallow, ragged breathing.
"Brooks, honestly you don't need to stay with me if you're scared of what lies beyond Marlow's little safety threshold," you grumbled, starting to carefully cut the mysterious flower in front of you at the stem.
"Y/N…" he squeaked out, his voice barely audible had it not been for the pin drop quiet of the island. "Behind you."
It felt like ice shot straight through your veins at his words; you didn't even wanna dare look at what he was referring to, but you knew that if you wanted to have a chance at dealing with your problems, you had to face them head on.
Or at least that was what you thought.
You rose to your feet slowly and turned around, holding in the shriek that threatened to escape you when you were face to face with a creature that you could only best describe as a giant cockroach, its antennae moving in sweeping motions that barely missed grazing the top of your head.
"We should run," you whispered in a rush as you heard the leaves rustling from where Brooks began to sprint away from you. You didn't waste any time and quickly followed suit.
You moved as fast as your legs could take you, willing yourself not to think about how you could hear the creature following you both. The way the ground sounded like it was crunching beneath the force of its steps as it chased you and Brooks in the direction of the camp.
The moment a tent came into view you ran towards it, ignoring Brooks' calls towards you and just hoping that your friend would make it out of this alive. Once you'd stepped into the temporary shelter of the tent, you tried to catch your breath, closing your eyes and focusing on trying to calm yourself.
"Y/L/N?" You froze at the sound of the brusque voice that greeted you. Fucking hell why'd it have to be Conrad's tent? Should you even bother opening your eyes to see the annoyed disappointment on his face the second he realized where exactly you came from? "Y/N…"
Your eyes snapped open at the gentle tone of his voice when he said your name, failing to mask the surprise when you saw that he wasn't visibly annoyed at your clear disobedience of the ground rules to never even think of traveling West. Instead he looked concerned, which felt infinitely worse and had you gasping out your next words. "I'm sorry."
Your breathing came in ragged, nearly hyperventilating as he walked toward you, placing his hands on your upper arms. "You're shaking." That seemed to make your breaths come in even faster, shallower…like the more you tried to calm yourself the worse your panic became. "Tell me what happened." You fought against the urge to relax into his touch as he started to stroke your skin with his thumbs; the clear reluctance in you was most probably the cause of his exasperated sigh. "At least come sit down. Catch your breath. Please."
The way he breathed out the word had you inwardly tensing, bracing yourself for him to start berating you even as he held you by your hands while leading you further into his tent to sit at the edge of his cot. "I went West," you admitted with your head hung low, squeezing your eyes shut when you felt him rubbing his thumbs across the back of your hands. "I wanted to collect samples of the flora and--"
"You were chased." You nodded your confirmation. "Tell me about the creature."
"About twice my height, as big as one of our tanks on hand…looks like a giant cockroach but…kinda pale?" You started shaking at the image of the creature slowly and surely imprinting itself in your mind again, feeling like your throat was constricting. "I have to check on Brooks--"
"He'll be fine." His hold on your hands tightened slightly when you tried to stand up, wordlessly ordering you to stay put. "He's tougher than he seems, he'll survive. If you go out right now in your current state, however, you won't."
"Excuse me--"
"That creature you described…it tracks by smelling the pheromones that one excretes when they're distressed. Afraid. It can quite literally smell your fear--"
Those words had you on your feet and slipping out of his hold within seconds, ready to exit his tent. "Fuck. I'm so sorry, I probably led it right to you--"
"Y/N, breathe." He grabbed hold of you again, pulling you into a gentle embrace, one hand cradling your head while the other rubbed at your back in slow, soothing motions. "You'll be alright. We'll be alright. You just need to breathe. You're worsening your fear even I can feel it, little spitfire. Try to remove it from your mind." He tucked your head under his chin, the soft shh'ing sounds from him throwing you off kilter as you continued to draw in shaky breaths. "Just breathe with me."
You did your best to match the breaths he was guiding you through, curiously finding yourself relaxing against him as he paired his guiding breaths with the movements of his hand on your back. When you began to feel yourself calming down some, that was when you became acutely aware of your head pressed against his chest, the beat of his heart thumping in your ears, racing almost as fast as your own.
Just as you were about to pull away from him, the sound of heavy footfalls paired with a slight rumbling of the ground made you flinch against him, shame overcoming you as a small whimper escaped your lips. "Oh, that creature did a number on you, didn't it?"
"Yes…" you mumbled, mortified that you'd begun to shake in his arms again.
"Then it appears putting it out of your mind is the wrong approach," he murmured, and you could have sworn you felt him press a kiss to the top of your head. Impossible, you hissed at yourself. It's just your fear playing tricks on you, stupid Y/N. "We'll just have to put your mind onto something else then."
This time you were sure he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, and then again to your cheek, ghosting his lips down to the corner of your mouth. "What're you doing?" Your question was barely even audible with the way your heart started pounding in your ears once again.
"Distracting you," he answered simply, letting out a soft moan as he pressed his lips to yours, weaving his fingers through your hair and tightening his hold on you. "Don't think about anything else." He murmured the words against your lips letting out a deep, sinful groan when you began to kiss him back. "Just feel…Focus on me…I'll keep you safe."
You found yourself reaching up and resting your arms on his shoulders as he lifted you off your feet to lay you down on the cot, the metal frame creaking slightly from your combined weight on it. When his lips left yours to start trailing down your neck, you began to squirm in his hold as his hands began to push up the fabric of your tank top, baring your stomach to press his lips to the newly exposed skin. "Conrad…"
"Keep your eyes closed, darling. I want you to think of nothing except what you're feeling in this moment. Tell me what you're feeling." You shuddered at the feel of his lips tracing along the waistband of your panties, letting out a shameless moan when his tongue flicked against your skin.
"You. Just you."
When you felt his fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, you lifted your hips instinctively and Conrad disrobed you from the waist down in one fluid motion. "Good girl," he whispered as he pressed his lips down your thigh, curling his hand around your knee and parting your legs. "Fuck." He let out a groan that sent another rush of wetness between your legs, feeling your walls clenching at the thought of him with his eyes on you.
He ghosted his lips along the inside of your thigh, working his way up until finally you felt his tongue tracing along your folds, only licking into your entrance for a brief moment that had you arching your back off the cot. "Please--"
"Tell me you're mine," he murmured against you, the vibrations against your skin making you even wetter than you already were. The only response you had was an incoherent whimper. "Tell me you'll still be mine even after this. After today. After this mission." He pressed another searing kiss to the inside of your thigh, sucking a bruise onto the sensitive skin that had you desperately calling his name.
You struggled to form words in between thready breaths. "Only if…you're mine."
He pressed a brief open-mouthed kiss to your clit, making you arch your hips against him. "You truly didn't know…I've been yours for quite a while."
"Then I'm yours," you breathed out, a smile reflexively pulling at the corners of your mouth as his words began to sink in. He felt the same way. He saw himself as yours. The exhilaration from the combined effect of his words and the way he was currently licking into your entrance with long, languid strokes of his tongue, had you blurting out the words, "I want to see you."
"Not yet," he rasped before closing his lips around your clit and sucking on the aching bundle of nerves while his tongue flicked over it in a near merciless pace. When your legs began to quiver on his shoulders he pulled away from you. "Don't open your eyes until I tell you to, Y/N. Promise me." You could only manage a broken moan of his name as he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue.
You breathed out your assent so faintly you'd be surprised if he even heard it, arching your hips once again into his mouth when he resumed his attentions to your clit, only this time partnered with him inserting two unthinkably long fingers inside of you and curling up, stroking against that soft spot inside of you that had you seeing stars from behind your eyelids.
This time when your legs began to shake against him he didn't stop until you'd reached your crescendo, your back arching as you screamed his name to the high heavens until you could only whimper incoherent syllables as he withdrew his fingers from you, holding your legs open as he wantonly lapped at your release. The feel of him humming sounds of satisfaction against your skin had you growing wet again, the sounds coming from you resembling a garbled utterance of 'more'.
He lifted your legs from his shoulders, the sound of him undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his pants echoing loudly in your ears as your body thrilled in anticipation for what he would do next. You could tell from how the cot shifted in weight and the sounds of the metal frame creaking that he was making his way up the cot so your faces were level with one another.
"Look at me, darling." You opened your eyes, failing to hold back a gasp as you saw him hovering over you, pupils blown out to turn his usually cool steel blue eyes a near complete obsidian black, cheeks flushed as he tried to catch his breath, his lips shining with your release even in the dimmed light of the tent. He gave you a soft smile before resting his forehead against yours. "Just look at me. You're safe. You're okay. I won't let anything happen to you."
"Why wouldn't you let me see you earlier?"
"You want the truth?" You nodded at him with wide eyes as if to say 'Do you really have to ask?'. "Because I knew if you did and you saw even a shadow of what was going on around us, your fear would return, and it would get you."
"You mean--?"
"It was right outside." Tears began to flood your eyes as the realization sank in. Just how close you two really were to the danger you caused. All because you wanted to go West and feed your ego by trying your luck at the Nobel. "Hey, hey…it's okay. Everything's going to be fine." You could feel yourself relaxing again as he pressed soft kisses to your temple, down your cheekbone, and finally on the tip of your nose.
When he moved his head to kiss at your neck, a hand reaching between you to line himself up at your entrance, the world around you began to blur again as you began to whine his name.
"Just focus on me," he rasped as he started to inch his way inside of you. "Look at me and tell me what you're feeling."
Your eyes met as he pushed the rest of him inside you, a guttural sound escaping his lips as your sex surrounded his entire length. "You. Just you."
A/N: I honestly can't believe that this event's more than halfway done already and so many amazing stories have been included in the collection 🥹🥹. That's a wrap for James Conrad as far as 14 Days goes but here's hoping that my lil thotty brain can come up with stories for him in the future 🫠
No part 2 is planned for this story. There is, however, a 'what if…?' episode planned. Non-smut though.
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ATLA/Kong: Skull Island Crossover Idea
I'd personally like to blame @snoopyflinx for this.
As anyone who's been following me knows, I've been writing an ATLA/Godzilla fic. It should come to no surprise then that eventually I'd have to talk about Godzilla's rival from across the Pacific. I've already talked about King Kong once in the past in a post where I discussed the identity of the original predatory dinosaur that Kong fought in a fight to the death. So I figured it was high time I returned back to the great grandaddy of the kaiju genre.
Now to begin, we need to break down what not only Kong: Skull Island is about, but also the original and the rest of its series so we can come up with an organic combination that taps into both stories. So expect some references and appearances from older entries (since I am a huge lore nerd and like to reference as many entries as I can). And one of the most recurrent themes in both is the charming tappings of...
Part 1: Colonialism
Yeah, as much as I love the original 1933 King Kong, part of the inspiration came from old colonialist texts and stories. You know the ones: hero ventures into an untamed wilderness, sometimes discovering a lost world filled with savage natives and vicious animals to bring something back and thus "conquer" nature. It's a tale as old as time and has tappings into various real-world expeditions where explorers surveyed wild areas for exploitation by foreign powers. Hell, the idea of living dinosaurs is one of these common stories that I've talked about in the past.
Now for anyone who's ever watched ATLA, they should know that the show has a very anti-imperialistic, colonialist message. Mainly that the militaristic, imperial Fire Nation are the bad guys and need to be opposed. Basically the opposite of those old-time adventure stories I mentioned. So to faithfully crossover ATLA with King Kong, we need a message that deals with imperialism.
Kong: Skull Island gives us an edge here. Skull Island, while dangerous, isn't depicted as a hellscape. The fauna are dangerous but aren't as savage as any other real-world animal. And the natives, while wary of outsiders, are accommodating to the heroes and are seen in a dignified, sympathetic light. This goes hand in hand with ATLA since most of the dangerous animals encountered are usually portrayed as just animals, while Katara and Sokka themselves come from the "savage" (in the eyes of the Fire Nation) Southern Water Tribe.
But hey. Let's play around a bit and give our Skull Island a bit of a reputation for being a place where everything is trying to kill you and being the very worst that nature has to throw at outsiders. Which brings us to-
Part 2: Heart of Darkness
The Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad is a highly regarded novella that basically takes the piss out of a lot of these colonialist adventure novels. One of the core themes is that it examines whether or not colonials are truly better than the "savages" that they fight. In this case, they aren't. Hell, they're arguably worse since they enslave natives, encourage violence in tribes, and any "savagery" on the part of the natives is a reaction to the violence and carnage the colonials bring.
This comparison is not a coincidence. The Heart of Darkness was a big influence on the Vietnam War film Apocalypse Now, which in of itself was a big inspiration for Kong: Skull Island. So since Heart of Darkness is basically one big anti-imperialist work, something similar (if not so extreme) could work for ATLA if we decide to go the crossover route with Kong.
To begin: let's put our Skull Island somewhere around here-
What I'm thinking is that Skull Island would work on one of these unexplored islands that canon never touched. And we have an impetus for why the Fire Nation would want get involved with this chain since they have a direct route to Ba Sing Se. So there's an impetus for them to do something like establish a naval base on one of the islands to secure this critical invasion route.
Their problems start before they even see the island though.
Skull Island is surrounded by natural defenses in almost all adaptations. In the original and Peter Jackson remake, we have a thick fog which hides the island. Which in the remake becomes disastrous since the S.S. Venture almost capsizes on the very large stone pillars and rocky outcroppings. Kong: Skull Island is even worse since it has a huge storm system which only small pockets offer any safety and any chance of going to and from the island.
I could see a number of ships being disabled before they step foot on the island.
For the natives, I would have them be the more sympathetic version we see in Kong: Skull Island rather than the more racist depictions we've seen in previous films. Not that it would help them much since the Fire Nation has steamrolled through native populations like this such as the Southern Water Tribe. The natives could fight back, but they never did too well in the older films when up against modern weaponry.
No, the absolute hell of Skull Island won't come from the natives.
See...the Fire Nation has had...issues when it comes to giant fauna. They struggled against the serpent in the Book 3 premiere, and that was just a single animal. And while it easy to argue that they exterminated the dragons, that was a single species. We're talking about...well...
One of the recurring elements of Kong films is that Skull Island has an entire ecosystem that seem dead set on killing humans. We're talking giant bugs, huge insects, and massive dinosaurs. And we haven't even gotten into the big heavyweights like the Skullcrawlers and Kong himself. Even if the Fire Nation can handle one or two of them, this is a whole ecosystem.
While I wouldn't have the fauna being murderous like in previous films and be more like Kong: Skull Island, the Fire Nation policy of "burn everything in sight" is going to give them that experience from hell the older films presented.
Oh, and if somehow they do survive all of this...
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Kong takes his duties as ruler of Skull Island very damn seriously and basically annihilated a war-hardened army group the moment they raise shit. Cause like in the series, even the most elite of the Fire Nation can't stand up to the forces of nature. Hell, Kong would probably crush any mechanized forces the moment they raised a ruckus, leaving everyone else to the predators of the island.
At most we might see a ruined fortress by the time Team Avatar gets there. Any remains would've been reduced to dino food.
Part 3: Team Avatar Gets There
The reasons for why Team Avatar would arrive at Skull Island would be a bit more varied. Maybe they heard there was an unknown island off the coast of the Earth Kingdom and wanted to see it for themselves. Maybe they were chasing some rogue Fire Nation army group or wanted to investigate just how the hell an entire army just disappeared in the past. Who knows?
Sokka would obviously take charge, seeing that they were effectively in the middle of nowhere. Probably already drawing up plans to find a good position where they can safely land on Appa (within reason of course). Once they actually look around and see that they are basically on the bottom of the food chain, he'd probably be the one who'd suggest NOT enraging any of the big fauna needlessly for no reason lest they find themselves always on the run.
Zuko would be the opposite. He's the hothead and would probably see something like a young Skullcrawler or a Vastatosaurus as some kind of obstacle that needs to be conquered. You know, since he was raised in the militaristic Fire Nation. Of course, he gets some humble pie since these things aren't exactly just big targets to throw fire at. Maybe he even comes across some base ruins or the graves of some Fire Nation soldiers. Make him realize just how out of their element his people were and reevaluate whether or not unrestrained aggression is the appropriate response here.
Toph on the other hand would love Skull Island. She's the chaos gremlin and would probably enjoy seeing all the giant dangerous animals stomping around. I mean she was taught by Badgermoles, so she might be more comfortable around big fauna than most. That and the endless amount of adventures a whole new land would provide.
Katara would connect the most with the natives. Again, they're not that "savage" here and she'd probably connect with their past of being subjugated by the Fire Nation and living on what basically amounts to the frontier. She could probably even admire their stalwart attitude towards the various horrors that Skull Island would provide.
That leaves us with Aang. Knowing him-
That boy is riding the Brontosaurs and nothing anyone says is going to convince me otherwise. Them and the Sker Buffalo. You telling me he won't try to ride a distant relative of Appa?
He'd probably be the best around the animals of the island, recognizing them as animals, not monsters.
But I think his most interesting relationship would be with Kong himself.
Simply put, they're the last of their kind. Aang is the last airbender. Kong is the last of his species. And both of them have been saddled with the enormous responsibility of maintaining a sort of balance on the island. It's why I brought up the force of nature thing earlier since Kong is basically Skull Island's answer to the Avatar. It's a sort of parallel that Aang could see and connect with Kong over. Cause in many ways, Kong also serves as a foil. Aang is carefree and funloving. Kong is more serious and refined. That and both of them technically are kids who were forced to grow up (Kong was described as being a teenager and still growing if I remember the interviews correctly).
Speaking of teenagers being forced to grow up and monsters...
Part 4: Monsters
Yeah, I had to give a portion to Azula. How she ends up on Skull Island might vary. Maybe she shipwrecked there. Maybe she's on the run and headed there cause nobody would be crazy enough to even try. She'd basically be the other side of the coin Zuko was on: being forced to fend for herself on an island full of predators but without a support system.
This could lead to some...pretty interesting scenarios and confrontations she has with the island's animals. Like, her running into a Vastatosaurus, a Skullcrawler, or a Deathrunner would be a pretty fun scene to write. That and depending on her mental health, we could get some interesting scenes with Hallucination!Ursa that expands that aspect of her character.
But I think the big element of Azula's arc is...well, showing that she's not a monster. She's human, and have that reflect on the Skull Island animals. I've mentioned it before, but I wanted to go with the direction Kong: Skull Island took and make the creatures more sympathetic by showing more sides to them rather than vicious predators.
Take the Venatosaurus from the Peter Jackson remake. Fast. Intelligent. Vicious. Just like Azula. But one thing that the film never got a chance to expand on was that they actually live in close-knit family groups. All adults take care of the juveniles together, raising them, feeding them, and protecting them. They never leave the nest unguarded. I think a scene of a pack tending their nest and being sociable would show that if something as vicious as them can have a soft side, why not Azula?
Then there's Kong.
I think Kong could work as a foil to both Aang AND Azula. Kong was the teen forced to become an adult, just like Azula. And like Azula, he has baggage when it comes to his parents (mainly that they died and not because they were abusive or neglectful or anything). As well as having an enormous responsibility on their shoulders (King of Skull Island, Princess of the Fire Nation). Being seen as monsters despiting being more than just mindless killers. And who knows? Maybe Azula could connect to Kong in a similar way that Aang did.
Conclusion:
My thoughts on an ATLA/Kong story goes a few ways. First, it should deconstruct imperialism just like Kong: Skull Island and ATLA did. It should also show that Skull Island isn't just hell on earth and that the animals and people are more than just something to be conquered or destroyed.
All in all, it has a lot of potential. I'm not sure if I'd write it myself since I already have a few ideas down the pipeline. But feel free to take some inspiration if you want to explore the idea yourself.
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‣ Show some respect
・Conrad x ofc
‣ warnings: 18+ darker themes, kinda smuttish, scratching the line of dub/con, dom/sub vibes
Louise, the adventurous daughter of a Marine Corps General was assigned to Capt Conrad's expedition troop. Soon tempers clash and Conrad has to make his position clear...
“Excuse me, Captain?“
“Shit“ James huffed, the annoyed undertone more heated than the tropical climate, as his sweaty palm slipped off the gun he was cleaning.
“What is it Miller?“
“The General's offspring...“ one of his soldiers began but his voice quickly faded in shy, incoherent murmur.
The Captain growled to himself, a hand dirty smeared with oil and old blood wandered up to the apex of his neck, annoyedly choking himself.
His patience was wearing paper thin with the stubborn, gritty woman whose body had enchanted and distracted his soldiers since day one.
She was pretty and knew how to fight, shoot and- hell, she was a military woman. A surprisingly unwary one.
“I don't have all day, Miller. Where the fuck is she?“ he eventually commanded to know, ready to make an end to her exhausting manners.
“I- I don't really know, sir. But I've found her M14 hanging from a tree near the mountains and-"
But Conrad didn't let him finish. The piece of information he got sufficed to get his long legs working, pushing everyone and everything to the side relentlessly.
This woman chewed on his last nerves and spit them out like gum. The experienced Captain was sated, no matter who her father was.
As if he truly cared about those silly ranks. It was him in charge here and him only.
The path she had taken was risky, leafs covering the humid ground and crooked roots hindering you from casual steps.
Damn this gorgeous, stubborn princess Conrad cussed to himself, his veiny hands tightly around the grip of his survival knife. She could easily die in the jungle and he would be damned to send her home to daddy in a coffin.
The Captain in charge should be in charge of all his soldiers what automatically meant to protect them if he wanted to do his job right.
“Miss Jackson?“ he yelled from the top of his lungs as a grain of fear suddenly crept through his pores. Muscles were tensed, biceps bulged as his fingers latched in the rocky crevices in front of him.
“Lieutenant Jackson?“ A second unfruitful try.
To the toxic cocktail of anger, annoyance and hungry testosterone surging through his veins, nervousness was slowly added.
“Louise. Don't fucking play me“
“Or what?“ she chirped from behind, the entertainment of having watched his cold expression turning to worry was clearly audible.
Conrad grunted, letting go of the dirty rock and balling his hands into determined fists. A poor try to release said mixture of emotions.
Especially when the strongest one was the need to dominate her and the spirited nature she held. Conrad had seen it in her eyes whenever he raised his voice or approached her with stern eyes.
There was respect, submission flashing.
One day he would get it all out of her, relishing in the way he knew you'd give in to him.
“Or I will send you the fuck back. Daddy will surely be happy to see his stubborn, spoiled princess“ he spat, still spinning on the spot to find the wickedly grinning woman hanging upside down from a thick tree branch.
“I'm here, James“ she giggled, her voice sweeter than Melipona honey as it rung in the Captain's ear.
A mischievous trickery of mother nature hence the athletic man's temper cooled down for a second, enchanted by her voice and the sexual promise of her presence. His first name from her mouth.
Sugary.
Then, his ocean blue orbs found her petite body swinging on that branch like a mindless child, blonde curly hair hanging down in strands that looked like waves dipped in orange evening rays.
She was gorgeous, innocent almost for a mind so full of charades and thirst for adventures.
“It's Captain Conrad“ he scoffed trying not to loose his poise “Come down!“.
Pouting, she swung down, her breasts jiggling invitingly as two feet hit the muddy ground. “You're no fun, Conrad“ Louise protested, clearly annoyed from the Captain's tireless longing for overall control.
A swift, delicate hand brushed his hip as she dipped down to quickly undo the button that held his knife in place and stole it. The amused smirk never left her slightly tanned face while she feigned disappointment.
“Give that back. Now“ he growled, stepping closer from behind and grabbing her wrist in a vice-like intensity.
Louise was startled for a second, her smile dropping at the anger he bestowed upon her. For the first time physically instead of through mere commands and wordlessly chiding gazes.
A rough jolt on her arm elicited the idea of a whimper, her cheeky nature silenced by the piercing, narrowed eyes. Weapons of unspoken things.
“Don't doe-eye me, Louise. That shit's not gonna work“ Conrad stated roughly, her delicate skin forming goosebumps as the hot breath of her Captain whispered across her cheek.
Birds chirped far away in the dense rainforest, the woman's breath quickening as her mind ran riot. What would he do to punish her?
Trying to turn away she felt his hand departing from her surely bruised wrist, trailing her arm to suddenly snap upwards and fasten around her neck.
“I am fed up. You've overplayed your hand, princess“ he sneered, voice kept in a cage of intimidating, lower octaves that made her know she was finally doomed.
The wit left her like a skittish lamb fleeing from the bad wolf as her body however, relished in the handsome Captain's fierce grip.
Fear. A strange kind of fear spread in Louise's system making her quiver under the man's touch she had never felt on those places of her body before.
Almost choking on air, she tried to speak, more of a caw “Conrad, stop“.
“Just like you stopped when I told you to fucking stay near me? No, commanded you?“
His muscular form pushed her backwards, keeping her upright as she almost stumbled across a stone.
“I ju- just wanted to exp- explore“ she panted, panicking hands groping his, practically begging him to let go of her throat.
Conrad's nerves were on edge, all the worries and fury that had stacked over the last few days drove him feral.
Louise writhing and most of all; finally silenced under his touched was a wonderful salvation.
“You want me to list all the ways you could die here, huh?“ his raspy baritone scoffed, pearls of sweat built on his strained forehead.
Not too surprised at the dampness in her panties, Louise averted her hazel eyes from the harsh contrast that were oceanic blues piercing her panting chest.
“No, but please...“
“Please what?“ he continued walking her back until she hit the soft surface of a mossy trunk. Derisively.
“Please don't tell my dad. I thought you wouldn't dare anyway but-“ the blonde began as the grip around her neck loosened, instead his chest applying a fixating pressure on her smaller frame.
But Conrad interrupted her plea with a dry, hoarse laughter. He was amazed by the fact that she really assumed herself safe just because her dad was ranked way above him.
She was too fresh. Too unexperienced.
“Louise, listen. This expedition is under my lead so you will follow my orders. Understood?“
Her answer vanished in the humid air of Guatemalan jungle as she shuddered from Conrad's knee pressing in between her own. An intimate inch above instead.
Intrusive.
“Your Captain asked you something“ he repeated, this time even more determined and in perfect unison with his erect cock pressing against your crotch.
A threat of dipping in too dark waters wrapped as sexual devastation.
Nothin more than a poor nod was possible, as Louise slowly drowned in the beauty and dominance of the man who was proofing his interest in a very decadent way.
Or was this going to be her punishment?
A very sexual punishment she was both utterly afraid and painfully curious about?
Conrad was a handsome man to her, sweaty muscles proudly presenting their outlines through his criminally tight shirts. And those damn eyes...
Of course, he saw her drooling gaze, bathing in the flashes of adoration and lust.
But the sudden respect she was radiating like a submissive puppy was the venom that forced him to yearningly roll his hips against her small body. The dominance this misbehaving beauty was gifting him numbed all senses.
“James, please“ she begged, unsure of the origin of her choice of words.
What the hell was she even begging for? Release from his intimidating touch or was it more she craved?
“Shit“ he cursed leaning forward to sink his teeth in the exposed apex of her breast.
“I- I mean Captain“ Louise hastily corrected her mistake, suddenly weirdly eager to please this sexual threat of a man. At least the formalities he demanded.
“Look at that“ he breathed against her sweaty skin while the young soldier wriggled underneath his cocky tongue.
“The princess is capable of learning after all“.
The more greedy he got the darker got her premonition.
This was so wrong. Conrad was angry and reckless and she may have been disrespectful but could she really bear his punishment?
Probably not.
A traitorous moan escaped her parted lips, head slamming against the moss as Conrad's teeth ripped her shirt apart, revealing her hardened buds to the tropical air.
“St- stop“ she mewled, raking her arms around his broad, muscular body, the action obviously betraying the veracity of her words.
“Not going to happen, Louise“ another buck of his strong hips shook her body so good “You've had your fun sneaking away and now it's my turn to do how I please“...
a/n: two premieres in this one; first ofc and first that scratches the line of dub/con. Hope I did it justice ;)
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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
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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.
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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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Had a blast writing this with my co-writer! This was certainly one hell of a story. ;)
#kaiju war chronicles#kaiju#daikaiju#fanfiction#kwc#colossal titan#attack on titan#skullcrawlers#kong skull island#monsterverse
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File: King Kong
SCP#: ACN
Code Name: Kong, Ruler and Protector of Skull Island/ Rival of Godzilla/ Friend of Mothra.
Object Class: Keter/ Thaumiel
Special Containment Procedures: Naval Task Force Hestia-5 "Sea Monkeys" is responsible for preventing all SCP-ACN-beta instances from escaping either via re-containment or extermination. They are also responsible for helping transport SCP-ACN-Alpha to assist SCP-ABQ in any possible or currently progressing OK Class Omega Species Uprising Scenarios.
Mobile Task Force Dionysus-5 "Beastie Boys" is responsible for killing off any SCP-ACN-Beta or SCP-ACN-Omega instances that are trying to kill SCP-ACN-Alpha. They are also responsible for escorting and protecting Foundation staff from the hostile wildlife on the island of SCP-ACN.
Description: SCP-ACN is an island located [data expunged] just off the western coast of South America. On the island is home to many, thought to be extinct fauna and flora though also many Large-Scale Anomalies of various sizes. Many of these LSA are only 20 to 40 feet tall which is relatively small for LSA's hench these particular instances are called SCP-ACN-Beta instances. SCP-ACN instances consist of large reptiles, mammals, and insectoids which is typical for Species of Interest: the Titans. They mostly run through the island of SCP-ACN and reside in their normal environments, sometimes fighting for territory. What makes them anomalous isn't just their size but how they have all evolved to become the apex of their home territory either through camouflage, advanced hunting skills, or just increased intelligence. SCP-ACN-Beta instances are in a constant fight for survival and dominance over the entire island of SCP-ACN. This is mainly because almost all SCP-ACN-Beta instances are actually infant Titans. Should they survive long enough they can grow bigger or stronger enough to become proper titans on the island, essentially becoming SCP-ACN-Omega instances.
SCP-ACN-Omega instances are titans that grow up and evolve on the island of SCP-ACN for the sake of dominating it. They do this via two methods, either increasing population or by experience. Those who go for population typically try to breed as much as possible for the sake of having their brood become an army massive enough to overtake the island; this rarely works. Those that go for experience normally try to fight as many different SCP-ACN-Beta and other SCP-ACN-Omega instances as possible to be recognized throughout the entire island as unstoppable monsters. This method tends to work a lot better than the former. For whatever reason, all SCP-ACN-Omega and SCP-ACN-Beta instances are aware that in order to become Alpha class Titans they must dominate the island entirely. The only way to achieve this is to beat the current one, which is SCP-ACN-Alpha.
SCP-ACN-Alpha is the current Alpha class Titan that resides on SCP-ACN. SCP-ACN-Alpha greatly resembles the common Gorilla if it wasn't for the fact that he stands 200 Feet tall at the time of writing and is still growing. SCP-ACN-Alpha seemingly has the same intelligence of a regular Gorilla upon first contact but is actually quite intelligent to the point of being able to learn any Sign Language rather quickly. Though SCP-ACN-Alpha tends to hide its intelligence from many and only exposes it to those he trusts which is very few.
Like the island of SCP-ABU-1 is inhabited with humans who recognize SCP-ACN-Alpha as Kong. Kong, unlike other Titans, doesn't want power or to eat all they come across. Instead, SCP-ACN-Alpha, much like SCP-ABQ and SCP-ABU, cares for humanity and wants to protect it from vile Titans. However, SCP-ACH-Alpha and SCP-ABQ in particular do not get along well as their ancestors typically got into fights for survival. This was due to SCP-ABQ and SCP-ACN-Alpha both being Alpha class Titans they naturally fight as there can only be one Titan in the world who is an Alpha. Though upon initial interaction there was conflict between SCP-ABQ and SCP-ACN-Alpha, it ended rather peacefully after they teamed up to fight the strongest SCP-ACN-Omega instance at the time.
SCP-ACN was discovered in 1971 when a Foundation expedition team found a new island that might be connected to SCP-ABQ. The expedition team found the island but learning from the mistakes made regarding SCP-ABU stealth tactics and reconnaissance was prioritized while mapping out the island. As such the Foundation was able to encounter SCP-ACN-Alpha peacefully. However, the peace quickly ended when SCP-ABQ arrived with the intention of battle. The battle was fierce and unfortunately agitated many SCP-ACN-Omega and Beta instances leading to Foundation casualties. One SCP-ACN-Omega in particular proved to be quite powerful and tried to kill them both but failed miserably. It was thanks to their fight against it that SCP-ACN-Alpha and SCP-ABQ formed an unspoken truce. The Foundation is grateful the conflict ended this way as of now Humanity now has three powerful allies to fight alongside SCP-5514 against Large Scale Anomalies and other overwhelming threats.
Update 2020 - SCP-ACH-Alpha is currently 300 feet tall, it has been theorized by Dr Stroke that SCP-ACH-Alpha will possibly grow another 100 feet in height before reaching its growth limit. Thankfully SCP-ACH is still strong, devoted to defending humanity, and is still on relatively good terms with SCP-ABQ. It is with hope this peace will be maintained till the end of SCP-ACH-Alpha's natural life. However, it has left many to wonder, what should be done when instances like SCP-ACH-Alpha, SCP-ABQ, and SCP-ABU reach the end of their natural lives?
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I mostly share Loki/Reader fanfiction here.
Find my works on AO3, or linked below. (You can also search the tag ‘Loki drabble’ for some of the shorter pieces that haven’t made it onto my masterlist.)
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Super obsessed with Kong: Skull Island…AGAIN. I was obsessed when I first watched in in 2017, then again a few years, then again and again, and now I’m even writing fanfiction about it. It’s all Thomas Mann’s fault.
Btw. If anyone is interested in that Reg Slivko fic…
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Now, onto what you can expect from this blog. Generally, most of my interests revolve around film, TV, books, and video games. I just love a good story!
Some of my preferred franchises include: Marvel, Star Wars, Doctor Who, The Elder Scrolls, Harry Potter, Fantastic Beasts, Pirates of the Caribbean, Assassin's Creed, Prototype, Uncharted, & Mortal Kombat.
I also enjoy standalone titles such as: Detroit: Become Human, Crimson Peak, Narcos (really just for Javier Peña if I'm honest), Only Lovers Left Alive, Kong: Skull Island, The Haunting & The Haunted Minecraft Roleplay Series, The Adventures of Merlin (BBC), Baldur's Gate 3.
There are also a handful of real-life people I greatly admire for many reasons: Tom Hiddleston (if you hadn't guessed already), Pedro Pascal, Johnny Depp, Joseph Russell, Seàn McLoughlin, Mark Fischbach, William Shakespeare, Vincent van Gogh, & Ludwig van Beethoven.
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warnings: 18+ dub/con smut, slap in the face, Ava (whole warning herself) - dark themes
Yvonne tries to find some peace around the mansion but Conrad follows her. Bodies yearn for one another and true feelings slowly drop the heavy veil of being a possibility…
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“Leave me alone“ Yvonne huffed turning away from where Conrad almost effortlessly pushed the elevator doors open.
Right now, she couldn't deal with him nor all the trouble he had and still meant. A freezing shiver twirled around her naked arms, dragging goosebumps along and making her bare those white teeth. Her father would surely punish her if he found out what was happening...
Ava's presence alone was vexing him enough, nudging him towards using his younger daughter as voodoo puppet as soon as they were in private again.
“Hmm...“ Conrad hummed, his lips reddened from the expensive Bordeaux her dad had sponsored. Swaggering closer with both arms extended and tracking the handrail on his left and right, Yvonne's hazel molten within his intimidating blues.
She gasped, shied away from his tall frame as his rock hard chest was brushing her breasts.
“We- we are not on the field, Conrad. You can't tell m-me what to do“ the small blonde feigned a proud point of view, clenching her lazily hanging hands into weak fists. God, she would never try to hit him. Violence had never been Yvonne's cup of tea thus her fingers relaxed again, pressing against her thighs instead.
A potent, masculine chuckle drowned the closing elevator doors out. She began to freeze, but it was the hot tension radiating from Captain Conrad that kept her in a fever.
“I'm just trying to talk, Yvonne. I'm not your father“ he said with a stern smirk, leaning his heavy torso on both arms that still lingered on the handrails.
Even now that the tall man leaned down, Yvonne couldn't meet his eye level. The situation was a crucial dealer and Conrad held his Royal Flush proudly.
Her throat tightened as she swallowed hard, eventually submitting to his simmering dominance. The young woman in her tight orange dress had nothing much to oppose anyway.
Yet, her mouth, the part of her body that spoke so cheekily to Conrad was addictively keen on his reaction instead.
“And I'm not Ava“ she snapped.
With a sharp hiss Conrad withdrew his hands, pinning a panting Yvonne against the elevator wall in a swift move. His pinkish tongue darted out, licking those lips only a few painful few inches from her. And he did it like a man starving, his steel blues wandering from her face down to her exposed cleavage.
“You're damn right“ he growled, lowering his head to inhale her scent and drag the tip of his nose across her neck. The few loose strands of blonde hair that had escaped the updo were quickly bit und tugged at by pearl white teeth.
Yvonne's breathing intensified, spiraling in the spinning dance of having the man of her dirty dreams so close again. Nearly where she dreamt of having him for three long months.
She closed her eyes, felt his vice-like grip that surely would leave bruises around her wrists loosening a sugary bit before he took her hand, guiding and conducting it to run down the curves of her own body. Expecting to stiffen, the young woman's breath hitched from how incredibly sinful it felt. How desirable this man made her feel.
Then, suddenly, he pulled her hand, twisted it and pressed it against his clothed crotch.
Hazel hues in her widened eyes sparkled with sexual confusion when she felt he was rock hard underneath her meek touch. Wanton masculinity wrapped in too many layers of luxurious fabric.
Yvonne's own foggy mind weirdly forced her fingers to squeeze him harder. A sensation that instantly branded her mind.
Even though it might have been Ava's doing, she mused with a light drop of her surprised smile. The exact gorgeous smile Conrad would go too far for.
Hell, in his mind he already did countless times.
“She made you hard...“ Yvonne breathed, tilting her head as Conrad's tongue licked a thick, decadent stripe along her hammering pulse point. However, she continued stroking him through that cream dress pants that suited him almost illegally fine.
He could have been a wealthy CEO or a traveling business man or even an actor on the red carpet.
But no, he was Ava's husband after all.
Agonizingly slow, making sure to brush her delicate cheeks with his wetted lips, the athletic Captain shook his head.
“This is all for you... For you alone“ he growled in the blonde woman's ear, drawing a small but unequivocal moan from her rosy lips. She sounded like an angel to him, the sweetest melody life had to offer and so very unlike his wife.
Loosing control over his body, Conrad's hips wantonly bucked against her hand, his teeth sinking deep in her neck, eliciting more whimpers and incoherent stammering.
“James... Yo-you're married. S-Stop“ she pleaded, debilitated arms trying to push the tall man away whose cologne smelled musky with a fine note of sandalwood and mingling with the heady flavour of pure desire.
“Say that again, darling“.
“What?“
“My name... It sounds so perfect coming out of our mouth“ he goaded her growing lust, the indirect dominance in his play with words caging her to stay. Voluntarily or not, Conrad always hit her weak spot, tickled that masorchist alley of Yvonne's mind that was so damn reactive to his demeanor.
“James“ she whispered, softly biting his earlobe.
God, it vexed her common sense to have opened her eyes and take in the sight of his back's reflection in the opposite mirror; broad with sharply defined muscles mercilessly straining the cream fabric.
Memories of how perfect his naked body looked, how ethereal under the splashing cascades with his proud cock lurking beneath those juicy thighs shot into Yvonne's mind. She moaned again, beginning to forget herself in his demanding hands.
It was all so wrong.
Hot tears begged to stream down her face, tears that were already prickling on her agitated skin. She felt like under high voltage.
“Do you trust me, Yvonne?“ was Conrad's only reaction to seeing her beautiful eyes reddening. A crying woman he had seen more than enough in his life. However his capacities to soothe her and tell her how everything will change to the better was worn out.
“I- I don't know. I need more than words to-“
“I've quit my service yesterday“ his low baritone interrupted her, troubled by heavy breaths as he fought the pressing urge to just kiss her dumb.
Not yet. Not here. If he could ever do it again at all.
Clueless on what to say, the young woman stayed silent instead. Oh, so many times she had said the wrong things before so silence was her shield of choice. Although deep down she knew this man would never hurt her the way her father or Louise did.
Lazily toying with the zipper of her dress, Conrad seemed unbothered by her lack of commentary, quite the contrary, his heart welcomed the chance to explain himself before being yelled at or worse.
Clearing his throat from the sugary saliva pooling in his mouth, the man with those intoxicating almond eyes found her's to pierce with a nauseating intensity.
“I'll leave the country tomorrow morning. Ava will go back to her parents“ Conrad's husky voice explained after the elevator binged.
Effortlessly, he pushed both of them out only to crash her back against a marble railing. The part of the mansion they were stranded in, tangled in one another, was empty. A huge stairwell-like hall looking like stuck in times long gone.
“Where will y- ohhh goddd you go?“ Yvonne forced her trembling voice to ask, hands snaked around the back of his neck and hips pressed against his crotch like a used-to sinner.
A squelching sound escaped Conrad's smirking lips when he curled them further. Lust and the insatiable need to override bad memories with fresh, better ones pumped through his veins, serving as oil to his blazing dominance.
“Let me in, Yvonne. Spread“.
The command was clear, however radiating the same vibe as the military man in the camp who had gotten her to suck him like a slut.
“First you tell me“ she shot back, her fingers sprawling on the back of his head, mingling with the curls. This was the best, cockiest she could do right now. A first try at holding her ground whereas she knew giving in to him was what she craved.
Conrad's hands wandered down the small of her back, his knees bending to let him squat until the signal was as clear as the threat of a loaded gun against one's temple.
Those veiny hands rested on the back of her thighs, ready to lift her up and force those legs he desired to mark every inch of around his waist.
She tried to wriggle out, lips summoning a wordless grin.
“Ah Ah, little one“ he chided “Don't you forget your place“.
The ex-Captain's voice was even deeper than before, a thunderous ramble across his chest making lusty jelly out of Yvonne's muscles.
“Sorry, sir“
And she got what she wanted.
“That's it... my perfect little toy“ Conrad's serpent tongue purred. It felt like a honeyed praise for an action that was born from her own decision instead. But he played all her strings like Stradivarius.
Sticks and stones; that was what James Conrad was all about.
And Yvonne Jackson was a damned sucker for both.
A sharp gaps fled the blonde woman's burning lungs when he made true to his wordless menace, forcing her body up and pushing himself between her legs.
Haughtily ignoring and drowning her small pleas of “that's wrong“ or “we can't“ in rich groans, his teeth dominantly nibbled on her exposed nipple. The same old magic that lured him since the day she introduced herself during that mission lit up again. The Captain grew insatiable, numb to any of her potentially not too unthoughtful interventions.
Steadying her hips as he grinded against them, strong vocal cords brought his intoxicating British accent to live once more. “Unbuckle my belt“.
“Conrad, we-“
“Do you really want to make me repeat myself, Yvonne?“
The grip of his hands tightened, bruising her delicate flesh. Irrevocably marking the younger Jackson just as he did in his filthy dreams. Fuck, it felt good, he thought, darkened eyes rolling back when she eventually obeyed and fingers worked to undo his leather belt.
Yvonne bit her lip at the fateful clink of silver metal and the feeling of his huge cock escaping layers of fabric, pulsating with lewd desire.
She was about to let it happen. A ludicrous thought but just as inevitable.
Conducting the weapons that were his wanton hands from outside her thighs to the inside, Conrad pushed her legs further apart, sharply sucking in lust-laden air at the sight of her gorgeous pussy. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever been with, be it his wife, be it heated one night stands.
Incomparable.
“Fuck… I’m gonna make you regret every fuckin time you ran away from me” he rasped, running his hand down her trembling legs to force them wider than she deemed possible. The broad handrail she was sat on top of screeched when Yvonne’s bare ass shifted to allow her hips to accommodate to the hungry Captains command.
“Tell m-me why she’s here” the last bit of clear sense pressed out of her puffy lips altering James‘ expression in a heartbeat. “Why after she hurt you?“.
His brows furrowed, voice slipping to meet a threatening undertone while he dragged the wide tip of his cock through her wet folds. The visible and palpable evidence of the undeniable effect Conrad had on the beautiful woman. Internally, she damned him to the devil however, the tall ex-soldier slowly became her new religion.
Perhaps he had already been for a while, infiltrating the many hours she had been staring at the sea thinking of the infuriating man. It could’ve been prayers.
Or a silent plea to faith.
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A dirty moan spilled from Yvonne’s agape mouth as Conrad pushed only the tip inside. He was too much. Too big and probably too soon. Inarguably he was too close at the wrong time.
“I-I can’t… please James“ she murmured, her delicate face contorted in the sweet pain of his girthy crown stretching her entrance, recklessly forcing her sex to mold around him. A cold shiver was sent by his irrational chuckle, twirling around her spine like a rope of invisible bondage, holding her in place even though her mind told her to leave.
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Was she lost?
Yvonne’s hazel eyes met his, narrowed and piercing like the ones of a hunting wolf. But hurt. An alpha deeming himself incapable of being more than a lonely wolf ever again. But the light brown of her soft, pleading gaze did something to him, forcing him to gently caress the inside of her thigh. It was as if her sweet caramel wrapped around the bitterness of his heart in a loving embrace, neutralizing and balancing Conrad’s ache.
“You are different, Jackson“ he began, the deep blue hues of his gaze luring the half naked woman in a caging sensation of thalassophobia. But it had become a familiar fear to her. Everything about Captain Conrad was weirdly intimate by now making her creep closer and closer towards his own door of horrors she couldn’t yet get him to open.
His veiny hand stopped stroking, wandered upwards to wrap around his throbbing length and withdraw slightly from the panting blonde. She looked so perfect, so involuntary ready for him that it drove his mind feral. Nevertheless, not feral enough to ignore what kind of feelings bubbled up in his core, swirling around his consciousness and veiling the natural effect of a soldiers senses.
“Thank you“ Yvonne murmured, her hips betraying her by bucking up against his hand.
A satisfied smile tugged on the man’s lips, awakening this charming British breeze James had woven in his handsome demeanor. The young woman’s muscles relaxed once again, but immediately tensed up again when he leant down closer to where her heart was hammering against her chest. The man was like a starved vampire occasionally occurring as a glimpse of frenzy.
”Don’t thank me just yet, darling. You have no damn clue about who I truly am“ he purred against her ear, watching the soft body hair shot up like straight standing soldiers. Conrad smirked to himself. Satisfied and fascinated.
“But you know all about me, yes?“ she bit back yet not daring to move a single muscle, paralyzed by the tantalizing sensation of his weight pressing against her ribcage.
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Scoffing, his veiny hand wrapped around her throat like a vice, his still rock hard cock beginning to feel even more drawn to her slick pussy. Conrad gritted his teeth as he eased inside her, just to the exact same point he had invaded her earlier. An erratic reminder of who was in charge that drew pathetic whimpers from Yvonne’s burning lungs.
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“It took me one look. One fucking look in your eyes, Yvonne“ the baritone vibrated in her ear, the tone dislodging when he suddenly turned her head to growl upon her left temple. Conrad was everywhere, Yvonne accepting the fact that the blonde man with those lewdly sharp cheekbones was omnipresent.
“You don’t have to tell me more. I know it’s numbing“
“But I wa-want to tell you…I trust you“ the young woman breathed, tilting her head to brush his soft skin.
“Jackson, I couldn’t ohh fuck return it“.
The electrifying inch he was sheathed inside her now let her eyes roll back, nails digging in the cream fabric of the man’s jacket. Still, he was overwhelming, drawing the cutest moans from her needy lips. Yvonne wanted to kiss him, no, needed it to feel more of the man she had lost herself in.
It was so much more than desire or frivolous lust as they both already knew. It was a fucked up kind of love and dependency existing in a dangerous symbiosis with secrets and painful pasts.
Guiding her head towards him, the hazel eyes fluttered shut, sugary anticipation engulfing her clouded senses. God, James must be an aphrodisiac how it shielded her mind from the fact they could simply be caught.
Strengthening the grip around her neck Conrad turned her head around again, away from his own lips. It hurt him to see the quick glimpse of disappointment in Yvonne’s eyes but it had to be like that. “Maybe one day, darling“ the coo was almost loving, making up for the sharp denial stinging in her mind.
Excuses for irrational behavior were new to her, feeling better than she had ever imagined.
“Your promises are still as pathetic“ Ava‘s sharp voice rung across the staircase, Yvonne jolting up. Fuck, she cursed to herself fumbling with the hem of her dress, frantically throwing it to blanket where they were united. At least for the special, careful inch that Conrad had appraised enough for now.
But the married man pulled out either way, tucking himself back in his pants before he gently lifted Yvonne, who lost all control over her blushing face, off the railing.
Ava clicked her tongue, chidingly slowly shaking her head while the relentless clicks of heels on marble neared the ex-soldier. Her black hair added nicely to the malicious flashes in her eyes, Yvonne thought, taking a glimpse of her lovers wife.
Well, was he really her lover? What was Conrad at all?
“Goddamnit, Ava. You’ve done enough, haven’t you? Stop fucking destroying my life“ the deep pitched warning, drenched in venom was instantly thrown at the black haired woman making her wear a wicked smile.
Yvonne was still smoothening her dress, not daring to move out of Conrad’s protecting slipstream. God, it was a fucked up thing to believe that his presence would hinder her at coming for the visibly smaller blonde. Not the stranger woman who had her hands all over him ten ridiculous minutes ago…
Scrunching her nose and turning sideways Yvonne was shocked at the rampant extent she had allowed Conrad to lure her into so effortlessly. How the hell could it have happened? Echoes of her own thoughts disgusted by their close, faux-in-love actions ghosted around in her sore brain.
But it was about him after all. The one man she somehow couldn’t let go, instead allowing to overstep any boundary with his twisted nature. If she was brave enough she would've defended him; her only secret treasure.
“You didn’t hesitate a second destroying mine“ she sneered, positioning herself provocatively with one exposed leg stepping in between Conrad’s. She strived to dominate the tall man, her aggressive eyes narrowed when her gaze tried to weave past him, searching for Yvonne.
Rolling his eyes, the muscular man stood his place like a silent rock, enduring the sea‘s constant gushing waves. No, a tilting rock, pivoting to shield the precious siren on the beach behind.
“So it’s her now, huh? That’s the woman who’s truly worth your time?“ her annoyingly high pitched voice snapped before she dragged her dusky eyes across Yvonne’s frame “A hypocrite…“
Conrad’s expression remained unaltered, the cream fabric accommodated to his bulging biceps when the Captain crossed his arms. “My time is irrelevant to you now, Ava. I’m leaving the country in a few hours“ he began to announce. “And the hypocrite is coming with me“.
Before the silent woman in the back could really fathom the significance of his last sentence the painful sound of a palm slapping a rock hard cheek hissed through the air.
Ava had slapped his husband without a grain of reluctance in her motion while Conrad just stood there, head still slightly tilted from the sinister woman’s assault, steel blues fluttered shut from the familiar sensation.
Yvonne was frozen on the spot, hazel eyes torn open and cold shock oozing from her agape mouth. Abuse was nothing living too far away from her own doorstep but it never got physical so the young woman couldn’t help the feeble gasp.
But Conrad stayed calm. Surprisingly calm.
Slowly turning his head back to shoot his wife a warning glance, the low baritone filled the hall once again. “I’ll take her to the farmers market you never wanted to see“.
His broad shoulders met Yvonne’s scared gaze as he turned to face her beauty instead. It felt like waking up to chirping birds after a horrid nightmare. The angelic woman who could save him from his undoing, lift him in the highest of airs and grant him the salvation he was pursuing alone.
If she would still stay with him after he opened up...
However, for now, a smile tugged at his lips when her face whispered sizzling anticipation. Yvonne would love to see the market. With him. With his fingers intertwined with hers.
“Don’t let him fuck you sweetie. Isn’t worth the drama“ Ava purred, the feigned smile as bittersweet as her unwanted advice. But at least it was her final note, the last string pulled before black curls swung theatrically, following the tall woman’s fast steps towards the elevator.
“I don’t have any clothes packed, James“ Yvonne murmured knowing exactly how important it was to let the tall man breath, to drop the topic of his devilish wife. His abusive wife.
“You won’t need any where we're going“.
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man this fanfic is so special to me because i ventured back into writing fiction with it and fell back in love with story writing.
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