#tracker Conrad

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𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟒𝐤

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐀𝐍: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨 (𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧)

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“We’re lost.” 

You’ve known this simple fact for over half an hour. The Vietnamese jungle around you is lush and sticky and alive and, while it could easily melt into one neverending green space, you know you passed this same clump of trees fifteen minutes ago; you had the good sense to mark the spot with the lid of your water tank when you last passed. 

Up ahead, James doesn’t even slow, doesn’t so much as pause at the note of irritation in your voice, only continues pushing through the low-lying trees with purpose. If you didn’t already know you were lost, his quiet display of confidence would easily have you fooled. 

“We aren’t lost,” he replies shortly. It’s the most he’s spoken to you in the past half hour. 

He flicks away an errant bug that’s landed on the tanned skin of his forearm, but still doesn’t turn to look at you. It’s inconsequential, but it makes a senseless rage bubble violently within you, enough that you seriously consider lobbing your water tank at his pretty blonde head. 

You have to settle for scowling unseen at his broad back. Both of you should have been back at base camp forty minutes ago, but here you are still fumbling through the undergrowth with this infuriating man and his stupidly tight shirt. 

An irritated escapes you at the same time a cacophony of bird song sounds from the skies above. You recognise it as Parakeets, Long Tailed and Alexandrine. A sign that you’re at least close to the camp.

“Of course I’m the one who gets stuck with a tracker who can’t find his way out of a fucking forest,” you goad him.

It’s not intentional, not really, but you’re exhausted and hot and it’s been hours since you last ate. 

And, maybe, some small part of you is scared that you won’t find the camp before nightfall, but hell will freeze over before you admit that to James Conrad. 

The man already thinks you’re a runt. 

James still doesn’t stop or outwardly acknowledge your taunting, but even from where you are behind him you can see the roll of his shoulders and clench of his jaw that signals his agitation. 

You’re treading on very thin ice. 

“We aren’t far,” James replies in a tight voice. “Base camp is roughly four miles from here.”

It’s this that tips you over the edge - his maddening stubbornness that’s going to lead you both straight into the mouth of yet another one of this island’s almost comically large beasts. 

“For fuck’s sake, will you just admit that you have no idea where we are or where you’re going!” You raise your voice and come to a complete standstill in the tiny clearing. 

It has the desired effect. 

James finally stops in his tracks and swiftly turns to face you. Irritation and annoyance are etched into every line of his handsome face, and you don’t miss the way his hands ball into fists by his sides. 

You catch sight of the prominent veins on the backs of his hands and your traitorous heart leaps within your chest. You hate that it isn’t out of fear. 

“Where should we be heading, if you’re so sure?” He doesn’t raise his voice, but there’s no doubt that he’s angry. 

His piercing blue eyes are fixed intently on yours, demanding an answer that you can’t give him. Even if you did know the right way back to camp, the sight of him in that sweat drenched shirt clinging almost erotically to his defined chest would make words difficult. 

You swallow quickly and lick your lips, fighting to keep your eyes from running over the bulge of his biceps. The man could likely toss you over his shoulder like you were a sack of flour; could very likely toss you from position to position…

No.

“I don’t know!” You force yourself to snap out of it, but even you can hear the shakiness to your voice. “I don’t know how to get back, but this is the second time we’ve come through here! I threw the lid of my water tank right there the last time we passed. You might not like me, James, but we are lost!”

He studies you silently for a moment, confusion sinking into his face as he turns your words over in his head. For second, you fear that you’ve really pissed him off, but when he finally takes a few short steps toward you, there’s something that could almost be described as humour lighting up his eyes.

“Does that explain why you’ve been such a monumental pain in the ass since we arrived?” he asks, and you swear you see a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. 

You let out a disbelieving laugh at his audacity. “Me? You could be a character study on being a pain in the ass!”

He’s smiling fully at you now, as though he’s privy to some secret that you aren’t. “I’ve been nothing but warm and welcoming,” he replies easily, and now he’s standing even closer to you, so close that you catch the faint musky scent of his aftershave. 

You can only stare wordlessly at him. His eyes are twinkling and they seem softer, like somehow you amuse him. 

Like he’s fond of you. 

“I think you seriously need to relearn the meaning of “rolling out the welcome wagon”,” you say quietly, because it’s getting hard to breathe properly with how close he is to you. 

His smile grows as he closes the remaining distance between you both, until you’re backed up against the tree trunk and have to tilt your head to look at him. There’s something achingly tender in the way he looks at you, and you swear your heart stops when he gently takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger. 

“I’m teasing, darling,” he says softly. 

Darling. It makes a pleasant golden warmth seep through your veins. 

James’ eyes scan your face slowly like he’s seeing you for the first time. He’s so wonderfully close to you that it would be only too easy to reach out for him, to run your hands along the firm planes of his chest and his broad shoulders the way you’ve often dreamed about. 

But you don’t. 

Out of fear of ruining whatever is happening between you both, you hold back, letting James take the lead. You’ll happily follow. 

The soft pad of his thumb runs over your bottom lip, making you grateful for the tree at your back holding you up, and you watch his eyes dart between your lips and your eyes. 

“Tell me to kiss you. Please,” he murmurs, letting his thumb trace your cheek. 

Your heart is beating wildly in your chest, as though screaming out for him, and you don’t hesitate in granting him his request. 

“Kiss me, James.” 

His lips are surprisingly soft when they press against yours, like he wants to savour every last second. He cups your face with two large hands, holding you firmly in place as his tongue slips into your mouth. 

You feel high on the feel of him and finally allow yourself to wrap your arms around his shoulders. James smiles against your lips and presses more firmly against you until you aren’t sure where he ends and you start. Suddenly, the tiredness and hunger and uncomfortable stickiness of the Vietnamese jungle doesn’t matter; all that does is that James Conrad is kissing you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. 

One hand eventually drops from your face to curl around your knee, pulling your leg up and around his waist. You feel the hardened length of him through his jeans and when he grinds his hips against yours…

“Fuck,” you groan, letting your head fall against the tree while he moves to suck a bruise into your collarbone. “Don’t be a tease.” 

He lifts his head to press another slow kiss to your waiting lips, and lets his forehead rest heavily against yours. “I have no intention of teasing you, sweet girl. I want this just as much as you do, but not here.”

You whine, but it only makes him laugh. “I have a very comfortable bed back at camp. Surely, you would prefer that?” 

Wrapping your arms tighter around his neck, you pretend to pout. “Fine, but that brings us back to the original issue of you not knowing where the hell we are.” 

James playfully squeezes your hips. “An hour will have us there, but every minute we go over is a minute I spend making it up to you. How does that sound?” 

You grin and pull him in for another kiss. “It sounds perfect.”

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friday nights & hot dates [kinktober 2023: slow & soft]

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Summary: A few months after he first showed up at your house to keep you company on your birthday, Conrad finally tells you how he feels. | sequel to 'you deserve better'

Pairing: James Conrad x Reader

Word Count: 6.1k [please prepare drinkies & snacks accordingly]

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, get on outta here i won't ask twice); unprotected p in v sex; language; insecure reader; the smut scene is 1.3k words long idek if i should say sorry for this… [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: simp Conrad; a touch of aftercare in the end 😳🫠

Dick-tionary (aka smut guide): smut starts at "Once he realized what you were about to do" and ends at "We're nowhere near done"

A loud chime boomed across the Monarch training field, announcing the top of the hour. The setting sun only barely blocked by the visor atop former Captain James Conrad's head and doing a piss poor job of straining his eyes as he watched on the first troop of soldiers assigned to the lab.

He'd been tasked to train the few handfuls of privates to be able to face the challenges that Skull Island would have in store for them throughout subsequent missions. They were decent enough, but to handle both navigating the hostile, monstrous terrain and serving as protective detail for the scientists on their tasks to obtain more samples and document its ecosystem, they would need to be exemplary. At the top of their game.

Especially if they are to be protecting Y/N, he thought to himself. Then again, he probably wouldn't let any of them anywhere near you. He would see to your protection personally. Make sure that there was little to no room for error when it came to your safety.

But they all had a long way to go before he decreed any of them ready for the field. And none of them would be closing the gap on their endurance or their agility within the next few minutes. The chime that rung out through the field not only signaled the top of the hour, but the end of your own work day, and he wanted to at least see you off to your ride home. Perhaps walk with you to the pick-up point.

"Alright, that's enough for today," he called out to the privates, everyone standing to attention at his word. "We'll resume on Monday morning. Get adequate rest this weekend."

He took off his training jacket and his visor, haphazardly running his hand through his short cropped hair. While he took a quick inventory of his belongings before heading off to your lab, one of the women privates approached him.

"Do you need anything, Pearson?"

She began to shuffle her stance, somewhat incapable of meeting his gaze as she spoke to him. "The other guys and I were going to check out the new Mexican place that opened up a few blocks from here. I was--I mean we were wondering if you'd like to join us?"

Pearson straightened her stance in a particular manner, jutting her chest out in a blatantly clear attempt to draw his attention to it. You're fresh out of luck, my attentions are for one woman and one woman only. And she's in the lab.

"Thank you for the invite, Pearson, but I have what you and your peers might say a…'hot date' tonight." He fought against the smile playing at the corners of his mouth at the thought of being on a proper date with you.

"Oh." She barely tried to hide the disappointment in her voice. "Okay then. Have a good weekend, Sir."

"Don't look now but he's here again," Brooks muttered from across the lab, the sound of him clacking away on his keyboard taking the briefest pause to tell you that once again, the former SAS tracker James Conrad was right outside the door. "You ever gonna share with the class how you two became a thing? 'Cause we have a bet going on in the lab about who made the first move and--"

"There's nothing to share, Brooks, because we aren't a thing," you cut him off, taking on a snippy tone while you ran the genome of the last flora sample from the set you collected in Skull Island against every recorded organism known to man so far. "We're friends, that's all. Give it time and he'll get tired of slumming it out with me and go back to haunting pool bars and nameless hookups."

"I don't know, Y/L/N…I never had a friend look at me like that."

The results from your test finally came up on the screen, confirming that the flora on the island were all, in fact, undocumented. You took a quick screenshot and placed it into your report. "Looks like we're getting funded," you announced, your half-deadpanned tone met with a mixture of excitement and fear. "Don't everyone stand up at once, I know how pumped we all are to get back to the island of death."

You finally stood up from your desk, looking outside the door and seeing Conrad outside giving you a little smile when your eyes met. You tried to ignore how your heart started doing backflips in your chest at the sight of him, keeping your expression fairly neutral as you gave him a small wave in response. Once your computer had finished shutting down, you grabbed your things and bid everyone goodbye, stopping at Brooks's desk last.

"If what you mean is looking at me like a barnacle he can't scrape off his boat, I hope you never have friends that look at you like that, my guy."

Before you stepped through the door, your fellow scientist let out a final remark. "You know, Y/N, for someone so smart, you're a bit of an idiot sometimes."

"Takes one to know one, Brooks," you shot back, stepping across the threshold and almost immediately becoming face-to-chest with the tracker that towered over you effortlessly. "Hey Conrad," you said slowly, trying your best to keep a hold of your composure. "Did you need something from us? I think I have Bryant running CMP for the guys you're training you should have the results tomo--"

"I didn't come here for the blood tests, Y/L/N," he cut you off, giving you another little smile that had your pulse thumping violently at your throat. "I erm…it's Friday." His eyebrows scrunched together in the slightest wince at his words.

"It is…" you echoed lamely, starting to tap away at your phone to get an Uber home, holding back the urge to sigh in relief seeing that your ride was only a few minutes away. "Have a good weekend, then," you tried to wave him off, pointing vaguely at the pick-up area, starting to awkwardly shuffle away from him.

He reached out and wrapped his hand around yours, stopping you before you got away too far. "Actually, I was thinking…perhaps we could go and grab a bite to eat? There's a new place that opened up just a short walk from here. Maybe we could try it out?"

As if on cue, your stomach let out an audible grumble, rudely reminding you that the last time you ate was this morning before you left your house. Before you could dwell on it any further, you canceled your Uber, giving him a tiny smile of your own. "Lead the way."

Dinner was a rather quiet affair, the two of you starting off by sharing a plate of nachos before you ordered your mains. Sometime before your entrees were served, a small group of people you recognized as the privates being trained as the Monarch Defense Team walked through the doors, the women immediately spotting Conrad and tossing a scornful dismissive look your way.

"What's wrong?"

His voice took your attention away from the group, the motion of him reaching across the table to take your hand in his causing a resounding stomp from across the restaurant followed by a barely contained "What the fuck?!"

"It's uhh…it's nothing," you waved off, trying to slowly pull your hand away so as to not elicit a stronger reaction from the group and grab his attention. "Just…thinking about work. I have to put a recommendation for another mission to the island in my report."

"We'll be better prepared this time," he reassured you, his thumb rubbing across the back of your hand in a soothing motion. "We have a better idea of what we're to face when we get there, and what not to do. And with enough time the troop that I'm training might even be field ready, so you and your team would have better protection."

Your neck twitched at the idea of the woman with the derisive eyes being tasked to protect you. Might even just throw you to the gigantic insects voluntarily. "Right…at least the team will be safe."

"And you, Y/N," he insisted, giving your hand a light squeeze. "I'll see to it myself, I promise you."

You nodded at his words, feeling your face strain at the smile you tried to give him before slipping your hand out of his and standing up. "Ladies room, I'll be back in a few."

While you were in line for the restroom, your thoughts wandered to how you could potentially word your recommendation so that maybe you didn't have to go with the rest of the team back to Skull Island. You weren't physically cut out to be in such a high-stress environment, and frankly you would be more of a liability if people had to look out for you on top of trying to survive a hostile environment.

When your turn came up in the queue, you were stopped in your tracks by someone wrapping their hand around your arm in a claw-like grasp, yanking you slightly backwards. "We need to talk, Y/L/N," a woman seethed.

You swore your blood chilled to near freezing point when you saw the woman private from Conrad's troop, her hateful eyes and vicious sneer too close for comfort.

There was something troubling you, Conrad could tell that much as he watched you in line for the restroom. Much as he usually found it adorable when you were muttering to yourself over your research, he had to fight to resist the urge to stand up and do what he could to somehow put you at ease.

He knew that you weren't all too excited that you had to return to the island, but his gut told him that it was more than just that. You seemed almost fearful when he mentioned the troop that he was training, and not in the way that told him it was simply because you doubted their ability to guarantee your safety.

Did you not realize that he would never even think to put your safety in anyone's hands other than his own? Didn't you know how valuable you were to him? Of course he would keep you safe. He'd put you in the same tent if he could just to make sure you'd never leave his sight.

The sight of a woman marching towards you as if on a war path had him leaving his seat within seconds, immediately recognizing it to be Pearson. When she stopped you from moving and he clocked the vice grip she had on you it had him seeing red. He saw the way you flinched back when she started hissing in your face, her words making every muscle in his body tense and burn with the itch to protect you from someone so obviously spiteful.

"Don't tell me you're the hot date that Captain Conrad turned me down for, this has to be the biggest crock of shit I've ever heard in my life," she spat out. Your face contorted with obvious discomfort from her talon-like hand tightening around your arm, nails undoubtedly digging into your skin.

"Listen, Private Pearson, I think there might just be a misunderstanding," you spoke softly, your tone laced with caution. "He's probably gonna go to said 'hot date' after this, I'm just his friend. We're friends…I think…"

Silly sweet girl, he thought to himself. Are you really so unaware of how I see you?

"Do you really think I'm that stupid, Y/L/N? I don't need to have a PhD in God knows what the ever loving fuck to know that you're into him. The only thing I can't figure out to save my life is what the fuck he sees in a mousey jumpy little thing like you, and where you found the goddamn audacity to steal him away the way you did."

"I'm not trying to steal anyone," you insisted, trying to wrestle your arm out of her hold. "We're just friends, Private Pearson. Anyone with a functioning brain can see that he doesn't want me like that. You want him, he's all yours, you won't hear a peep out of me."

"You better be right," she scoffed, releasing you with a slight shove, causing you to stumble backwards and fight to find your balance for a few seconds before righting yourself on your feet again. "If you know what's good for you, you'll stay the fuck away from him. Preferably before you see what happens when your stupid little face gets me triggered."

Rather than give her a verbal agreement, you simply nodded your head, scurrying off into the restroom, your face looking as if it had been drained of color and your bottom lip quivering with an obvious concern for your own safety.

So this was why you were concerned over your protection detail if you had to return to the island. Of course. Who would ever feel safe if someone assigned to the team that was tasked to protect them behaved the way that Pearson was behaving now? Who was to say that it wasn't beneath her to intentionally endanger you out of sheer spite?

The private let out an arrogant huff, flipping her hair and standing up straight with a smug look on her face before making her way back to her table with the rest of the privates in her troop.

"Pearson," Conrad spoke, letting his irritation over the entire encounter lace his tone. She stopped in her tracks, turning slowly to face him with a touch of fear in her eyes. Good, you should be afraid after the way you just spoke to the woman I love.

"Cap…Captain Conrad, hi!" Her cheeks strained with the smile she tried to keep plastered on her face despite the obvious nervousness that remained in her eyes. "We're so glad you decided to join us after all, we're seated over--"

"You're dismissed. Don't bother coming in on Monday." Her face fell immediately, indignation coloring her expression. "If you cannot treat the people you're expected to defend and protect with professionalism and respect, then you're not fit to stay on this team, let alone be deployed to the island."

"Come on, all this for a shifty little nothing? This is completely unfair!" she scoffed. "You could do so much better than her--"

"Hold your damn tongue, Pearson. I won't have you disrespect her--"

"She can't even hear us!"

"But I can." He began to raise his voice, calling the attention of the other patrons in the restaurant. "That's the woman I love you're talking about. It would be wise for you to choose your next words very carefully."

All the color drained from her face and she stood up straight again, back at full attention. "I apologize, Sir. I'll have my locker cleared before the weekend's over." And then she made her way back to her table, heavy footsteps sounding throughout the whole restaurant.

As Conrad sat back in his seat waiting for you to return, he replayed his own words over and over in his mind. After all this time keeping his emotions bottled in for the sake of preserving what friendship he had with you, the words had finally formed and solidified what had been building ever since the day he met you on the way to that forsaken death island.

He loved you.

By the time you made your way back to your table, you spotted Conrad signing a receipt and placing his credit card back into his wallet.

"You know I keep a tally on how many times you've refused to let me pay, right?" you sighed, taking out your phone and once again trying to book for an Uber home. "I'm perfectly fine with and capable of splitting the bill."

"Next time."

"I also keep a tally on how many times you've said exacty that." You shuffled your feet awkwardly where you stood, avoiding looking at both him and the table that sat his trainees, including the cruel witch that was Private Pearson. "Well uhm…I should get going, it's getting late. Enjoy your weekend, Conrad."

He reached out before you took another step, placing his hand at the curve of your waist. "Walk with me back to the lab and I'll drive you home."

The sound of a fist slamming down on one of the tables made you take a step back from his hold. You didn't have to look to know who it was or what caused the outburst. "I-I really don't wanna be a bother, it's fine. Really. I can take care of myself."

You tried to step forward again, making him stand from his seat, placing a large hand on your shoulder before running down the length of your arm to lace his fingers between yours. "You could never be a bother for me, Y/L/N," he spoke softly, lightly touching your chin with his other hand. "Come on."

For the most part throughout the drive to your place, he was touching you. Whether it be holding your hand between stoplights to make you stop picking at your fingernails, or rubbing circles on your knee to stop you from fidgeting, all the while keeping his other hand steadily on the wheel.

It was hands down one of the most illegally distractingly attractive things you'd ever seen. A sight that you thought was only reserved for leading ladies in those romance books you read, definitely not something you were supposed to experience in your lifetime.

It had you fighting back the urge to pout when you saw your house start to come into view, knowing that in a few short moments it would all be over. He gave your knee a light squeeze once he'd pulled up in front of your hourse, making quick work to make his way around the front of his car to open the door for you and undo your seatbelt.

The combined scent of his woodsy citrusy cologne and something that was just uniquely him seared itself into your brain as his face was mere inches from yours. He made it even worse reaching for your hand to hold you steady while you stepped out of the car.

"Thanks, Conrad," you muttered when you got to your door, your mind spinning from the feel of him running his thumb across your knuckles. "You should uhm…probably get going. Don't wanna keep you from any other plans you might have tonight."

You felt your pulse start beating furiously at your neck when he answered you. "What plans?"

Didn't Pearson have a full blown meltdown over him talking about a hot date and then seeing you with him at dinner? What the fuck was he going on about?

"Come on, Conrad, you don't have to pretend, it's just us here. Pearson practically yanked my spine from my throat earlier at the restaurant harping on about you having plans tonight so really, I'm sure you have better things to do on a Friday night you don't have to feel like you're…I don't know, obligated? To spend time with me. And at least you'll stop looking like you're doing some weird pity charity work, too--"

"Y/N, stop." He took a step toward you, closing the distance and framed your face in his large hands. "The only plans I had for tonight were with you. Do you remember what I told you all those months ago, that first night I came here?" You only stared at him blankly, wordlessly prompting him to answer it himself. "I wanted to let you know that I'm here. For you. And I still am. I always will be."

Before you could respond, he leaned in, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips. Fleeting, but it resumed the near violent fluttering in your stomach from the contact. He gave you no time to react before he pressed his lips to yours again, wrapping his arms around you and cradling your head with his hand before pressing you against the door.

"Look at me, sweetheart," he breathed out when he broke the kiss. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat when you saw how dilated his pupils had become after that kiss. "How is it that you're so observant of everything around you and yet you fail to see what's right in front of you?"

"Conrad what--"

"How could you look at me and not see a man so desperately, so irretrievably in love?"

You swore all the air left your lungs at his words. In love? No. This couldn't be real. This was beyond simply improbable, this was impossible.

There was no way on this Earth that he felt the same.

"I can almost hear the gears in your brilliant mind turning, Y/L/N," he said softly, weaving his fingers into your hair as he proceeded to press tender kisses on your temple and the side of your face. "Invite me inside. Let me take you to your bedroom. Let me show you what you mean to me."

Before you could think about it any longer, you wordlessly slipped your key into his hand, slowly nodding your head. The only response you got from him was him latching his lips onto your neck, groaning into your skin as he lifted you off the ground with one arm, unlocking your door with the other.

He'd carried you all the way upstairs to your bedroom, constantly pressing a kiss wherever his lips could reach. When he started fumbling for the light switch, you tried to hold out your hand to stop him. "No lights," you muttered. If you wanted this to go anywhere even remotely good tonight, that would require him not running for the hills the second he got you naked.

"Without the lights, I can't see you, sweet girl," he said back teasingly, kissing along your jawline until he captured your lips, smiling into the kiss.

"Exactly," you murmured against his lips, causing him to chuckle against your skin.

"Seeing you is the best part of my day," he told you simply, flipping the switch on and bathing your bedroom in a warm white glow. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the brilliant smile he gave you once he saw your face. "There you are."

He set you down on your feet, touching the top button of your shirt with a question in his eyes, only proceeding to undo the button when you have him a slight nod. Once enough skin was exposed to him, he started to trace a line of kisses across your collarbone, running his hands down your arms to strip the shirt off from you. And then he sent your mind racing as he gave you the same treatment working both your pants and panties down your legs.

"I've dreamed of this since the island," he whispered into your skin, kissing his way back up to your lips as he reached behind you, unclasping your bra. "Lie down on the bed, my love. Let me see you."

He kept your hand in his as you lowered yourself to lie on your back, your heart thundering in your chest and your lip quivering as his eyes hungrily roamed your body. Thoughts began to swim in your head again, of how different, how much less toned nearly all parts of you were compared to him. Compared to the women he'd been with before. You tried to pull your hand away from his, to start to cover yourself.

Once he realized what you were about to do, he moved to hover over you on the bed, placing his hand in the space between your arm and your torso to block your way. "No," he said simply before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. "Don't hide yourself from me." He kissed his way down your neck to your chest, paying close attention to your breasts, holding you steady as you squirmed under him while he kissed and sucked your nipples into stiff peaks.

"Conrad…" Your voice came out faint, the air too thick to breathe while you drowned in his attentions. His lips moved down your stomach, peppering kisses along your mound before placing his hands on your inner thighs and gently parting your legs, opening yourself more to him.

You clenched around nothing watching him lick his lips before his eyes found yours, desperate whimpers coming out of you when he started kissing along your inner thighs. The ache between your legs started to grow stronger the closer his mouth got to where you craved him.

"Conrad!" Your back arched off the bed when he licked up the length of your slit and pressed a fleeting open-mouthed kiss to your clit.

"Lay back down, sweetheart." Your back immediately met the mattress again at his soft spoken order, your stomach fluttering violently again at the sight of him standing over you and pulling his shirt over his head. "You are the most breathtaking sight," he breathed out. "My love…"

"Could say the same from here," you shot back, still struggling to breathe properly under his gaze. The air was practically stuck in your throat the second his hands went to his pants, taking his time to undo his belt and pants, every muscle on his perfectly sculpted body moving and flexing as if he was trying to seduce you with such a seemingly mundane action.

As if he needed to seduce you.

The sound that came out of you was borderline inhuman the second he pushed his pants down his legs, and you'd gotten a good look at the sheer size of him. There's no way that's gonna fit, you thought nervously. "Conrad, I don't--" You huffed out a deflated sigh. "It's been an embarrassingly long while since I've--"

"It's alright, sweetheart." He quickly made his way back to his position on the bed, pressing a line of kisses along your jaw until he reached your lips, making an almost relieved sound against your lips. "We'll go slow. Please just tell me if I hurt you, that's the last thing I'd ever want."

Your eyes flew open at the feel of his length pressing against your entrance, your walls stretching just shy of the point of discomfort as you accommodated to his size. Any other thoughts and doubts in your mind took a backseat to the sound of Conrad's soft groans as he inched his way into you.

You'd never felt this unbelievably full.

He moaned your name in your ear. "Like you were made for me." He pressed his lips to your temple, the gesture somewhat calming your erratically beating heart. "I'll keep going now."

"Wait Conrad you what--Oh!" You felt a thrill at the back of your head once he pushed even further in, more arousal rushing and slickening your inner walls clenching around him as if pulling him deeper into you. All you could utter over the overwhelming pleasure he was subjecting you to was a faint whimper of his name.

"I love you, Y/N," he sighed in contentment, his warm exhale hitting your already heated skin before he resumed kissing along the side of your face.

"Don't say that," you blurted out. "You don't have to--"

"I want to," he cut you off, moving his head to capture your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue licking at your bottom lip. "I've wanted to tell you for so long please don't tell me to stop. I can't--"

"No one's ever said it. Not to me. I'm not--I've never been--"

Your words stilled him. He rested his forehead on yours, the tip of his nose brushing against your own. "All the more reason for me to tell you." He muffled your moan with a kiss when he inched in even more. "I love you." He kissed up your neck, gently capturing your earlobe between his teeth before kissing the same spot. "I'll say it so often everyone around us will be sick of hearing me say the words."

"Conrad…" you cried out when he finally bottomed out, your hips flush together. "Please--"

"I love you." He started moving his hips in slow grinding circles, repeating the words every time he fully entered you.

The words were lodged stubbornly in the back of your throat; all you could utter was his name while your body trembled trying to raise your hips to meet his thrusts. Meanwhile a vicious voice in the back of your mind questioned if this was even real, refusing to accept any reality where a guy like James Conrad actually genuinely fell in love with you.

You lived by the saying that if something sounded too good to be true, then it probably was. And this…this sounded like a chick lit romance novel where the devastatingly handsome decommissioned soldier fell for the nerdy scientist that most days couldn't even bother to check if her hair looked alright from the back.

This was definitely too good to be true. And all you could do now was allow yourself the fleeting opportunity to lose yourself in the pleasure he was more than capable of and seemed quite willing to give you.

And brace yourself for the moment he pulled away. The moment he finally realized that yes. Yes he could do better, actually.

Before you could dwell on it any further, he pulled you out of your spiraling thoughts when his fingers made contact with the throbbing bundle of nerves above your entrance, rubbing at the spot with the same languid pace of his thrusts.

"You feel divine, my love," he moaned in your ear, pressing his lips to a spot behind it that sent your mind reeling, the tension tightening in your stomach even further. "Come for me, Y/N." He upped his pressure on your clit, still keeping the pace with his slow, deep thrusts.

The coiling tension finally snapped when he started sucking at your skin, your walls convulsing around him while your body shook under him, your hold on his shoulder blade weakening until you finally let go, arm landing on the mattress with a soft thud. He stilled his movement inside you, capturing your lips in a tender kiss while you came down from your high.

"I love you," he kept whispering between kisses. The words had you feeling the traitorous tears prickling in the back of your eyes, every part of you filled with the overpowering urge to say them back. Tell him that you felt the same.

Instead you wanted to slap yourself for the question that slipped from your mouth. "Wait what about you?"

The smirk he gave you in response had thrills shooting throughout your body, feeling the faintest tinge of embarrassment in the back of your mind when you felt your pussy clenching around him at the sight. His mouth stretched into a devilish grin as he thrusted into you in return, his eyes filled with an obvious mix of sexual and romantic intent.

"Don't you worry about me, sweetheart," he rasped, starting to slowly grind his hips again. "We're nowhere near done."

He's not coming back. He left the bedroom and give it time, you're gonna hear him leave the house.

You were being irrational, and most of your mind recognized your thoughts for what they were: absolutely batshit crazy and dead wrong. For one, Conrad left the room without a stick of clothing covering him, telling you he was going to get water. He didn't know how to navigate most of your house so it would reasonably take him a few minutes to actually go get it and come back up.

That didn't stop you from making your way to the head of the bed, and crawling under the covers, drawing your knees to your chest as if you were bracing yourself for emotional impact. You caught a glimpse of your reflection on the full-length mirror, instinctively bringing your hand up to your hair to start working at the knots and tangles that developed over the last few hours.

Conrad came back to the room at that moment, holding a water bottle and two cups, giving you a soft smile as he looked on at all the effects from your lovemaking. "You look like an angel…perched on a cloud." He handed you your cup before pouring one for himself, raising an eyebrow at you when you remained sitting motionless and staring at him blankly. "What is it, sweetheart?"

"I just--I thought you were just gonna get for--"

"Myself?" You nodded at him once he finished for you, making him click his tongue in disappointment, realizing what kind of experiences you'd had before. "You're making it too easy for me to spoil you. I could never be so selfish." He briefly touched his glass to yours, the clinking sound filling the room before you both downed your drinks.

Even while he climbed back onto the bed, situating himself beside you and pulling you into his arms, your irrational thoughts that he'll redress himself in a few minutes time and leave plagued your mind.

"You're looking at me like you expect me to disappear," he murmured, lightly tracing along the lines of your face with his fingertips. "What's wrong, Y/N?"

Come on, you stupid little scaredy cat just tell him. Three words. Three monosyllabic words so simple a kid can say them. Just say it.

"You're still here," you blurted out, immediately wanting to swallow your tongue when his face dropped.

Wrong three words, you fucking idiot.

"Do you want me to leave?" His words came out strained, as if it physically hurt him to say them.

"No, I don't. It's just…I expect it. And if I can be honest I'm still kind of…waiting."

"Waiting for what?"

You pursed your lips, a part of you already feeling silly for the words about to come out your mouth. "Post-coital clarity?"

He let out a slow sigh, his hold tightening around you while he cupped your face with his free hand, stroking along your cheekbone with his thumb. "And what in the world is that?"

"It's this--Honestly it's silly, really--"

"It doesn't seem silly to you." He leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips, pulling you closer when you melted against him at the gesture. "So it's not silly to me. Tell me what it is."

You took a deep breath, your fingers absentmindedly tracing along the lines on his abdomen while you explained. "It's this phenomena that…once you've slept with someone, the attraction goes away. Your mind's more clear, you're no longer overpowered by this attraction and you realize that the person you just had sex with isn't as appealing as they were before you got together."

It took him a few seconds before he spoke again, maneuvering you so that you were now on top of him, straddling his stomach, his hands skimming up and down your sides.

"Why is it so hard for you to accept that I love you?"

The question seemed so ridiculous to you. "Because nobody ever has. Nobody does--"

"You're wrong," he cut you off, pulling you close until your chests were pressed together. "I know it might not happen often but it's happening now. You're wrong, and I'm living proof of it. Because I'm here. I'm here and I love you. The only clarity that came to me is that I want more than anything for us to become more. For what we shared tonight be more than a one-time thing."

He wrapped his arms tighter around you, pulling you into a tender kiss that had your heart fluttering when he licked into your mouth, his tongue gliding against yours. "I'm no good with words," you said breathlessly when he broke the kiss, his chest heaving against yours. "I've never been able to say how I feel, I can't--"

"Shh it's alright, sweetheart," he breathed, holding you by the back of your neck to rest your forehead against his. "You don't need those fancy words you use in your report. It's just us here. Whatever you wish to tell me, in the plainest words--"

"I love you, too."

A/N: I've finally finished this mega chonker of a piece! And I've given 'you deserve better' Conrad his happy ending with his precious bb 🥹🥹

Next up is the final story in the Kinktober 2023 initial goal: Fingering with President Loki 😳👀 And lemme just tell y'all now…it's gonna be at least 2k words long because I haven't even gotten to the smutting yet 🥴

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[astoundingbeyondbelief]

Deleted/altered Monsterverse scenes in Godzilla & Kong: The Cinematic Storyboard Art of Richard Bennett

Kong: Skull Island

There's a longer opening sequence, with Marlowe discovering Gunpei's camp instead of them both crashing at around the same time.

Conrad stows away on the expedition instead of being hired as a tracker

Weaver and Conrad meet at a Philadelphia train station (no clue what the context was).

Kong swings around a helicopter while the gunner is still firing and the bullets hit another helicopter, which I think is the closest he's ever come to using a gun.

Packard's group watches Kong fight the Mire Squid instead of Chapman.

Very different take on the Iwi village, with smaller lost ships/planes incorporated into the architecture.

The big one: Conrad flashes back to an encounter with King Ghidorah in Vietnam. The three-headed monster's silhouette is basically just the Godzilla vs. King Ghidorah version, but he has at least five prehensile tails he uses to snatch up soldiers.

Conrad and Weaver are tied to a tree during the napalm plot against Kong. Another character sets them free and they go wild on a few soldiers, with Weaver hitting one on the head with a rock. The Skull Devil emerges in a separate scene.

Kong uses a plane wing as a weapon in the final fight.

The Skull Devil has a grappling tail similar to that of Otachi in Pacific Rim.

The Iwi fight Conrad's group (I think) as the Gray Fox is lowered down a waterfall with a pulley system and something ambushes Kong in the background. This one was especially hard to make any sense of without dialogue.

Godzilla: King of the Monsters

Jonah spies on Emma and Madison as they drive to Mothra's temple.

The video montage in the Senate hearing is done via hologram. A mushroom cloud is displayed while Serizawa argues with a senator.

Mark bows to a wolf that approaches him in a nice bit of foreshadowing.

Mothra arrives in Boston alongside Godzilla instead of turning up later.

Godzilla vs. Kong

In an alternate opening, the Iwi retell the history between Godzilla and Kong's species using highly-elaborate puppets. There's a horned character loaded with weapons who briefly traps Godzilla in a cage and transforms into a Rodan-like figure. An ancient mecha?

Text mentions that "the Pensacola/Florida Godzilla attack scene was going to be much longer, involving a mall stampede.

A massive explosion takes place on Skull Island (I believe coming from the Vile Vortex there).

Jia is first shown signing with Kong just before the fleet engages Godzilla.

In true kaiju kid fashion, Jia messes with the controls of the ship to set Kong loose.

Nathan discovers his brother's crash site in the Hollow Earth and gets into a fight with several guards. This scene was definitely filmed.

Bernie was at one point a woman (drawn with ultra-short hair, although in general the human characters in these storyboards bear little resemblance to their screen counterparts).

Kong finds a skeleton of another member of his species sitting on the throne. He breaks off the skull, stares at it, and throws it aside.

Group troops engage Godzilla and Kong during their Hong Kong fight; neither even notices.

Mechagodzilla coils into a semi-sphere to deflect Godzilla's atomic breath.

Echoing his fight with Kong, Godzilla tries to outrun Mechagodzilla's Proton Scream through the streets of Hong Kong.

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[asgards-princess-of-mischief]

Last Updated: 2024-04-05

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite James Conrad stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ Combat Lessons￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "Imagine [your father, hiring] Captain James Conrad,… to train you [in combat]."

✑ Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "Imagine you and James Conrad [constantly arguing] until you [getting] stranded on an uncharted island where you have to rely on each other to survive. Suddenly, grudges are forgotten, romantic things are said, and you realize you [might not] hate each other after all..."

✑ Bind Me by lady-rose-moon • 18+ • 〔E᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When you see that your husband is troubled by his time on Skull Island, you suggest doing something entertaining."

✑ Caught in a Love Web by screw-real-life-i-pick-fandoms • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: After rescuing you from one of Skull Islands' giant spiders, James finally finds the courage to tell you everything he wanted to say months ago.

✑ Dancing in the Rain by sserpente • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "Imagine, [while] stranded on [Skull] Island, convincing Captain James Conrad to dance [with you] in the rain...."

✑ Dangerous Paradise by holdmytesseract • 14+ • 〔E᜶M〕 •

Summary: "As a journalist, you join a expedition to a mysterious island called 'Skull Island' - which turns out to be a literal death trap. But with all the danger you are facing, there is at least one good thing... The incredibly hot tracker of the team, Captain James Conrad..."

✑ Don't Touch That by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "As a botanist for MONARCH, you can spy potentially deadly vegetation a mile away. Unfortunately, James Conrad cannot, and the thinly veiled sexual tension between… you is about to explode."

✑ I've Got You by lov3nerdstuff • 16+ • 〔E᜶C〕 •

Summary: "Imagine being on Skull Island... and Conrad shines a flashlight out into the darkness, only [to see] several pairs of eyes to [staring] back... The second you try to bolt… he [pulls] you against his firm chest, and [whispers in your ear not to move a muscle]."

✑ Keep Me Safe by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔E᜶C〕 •

Summary: "You run into a tent for safety after being chased by a massive insect-like creature while collecting flora samples from Skull Island. The tent belongs to James Conrad."

✑ Let's Stay Together by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "MONARCH has finally allowed James to return home to London after the fiasco on Skull Island. He finds you at home and remembers what he had been missing [while] he [was] gone."

✑ Lost and Found by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: After disappearing on a mission over five years ago, James is more than a little surprised to find you, his wife, alive and living with the locals on Skull Island.

✑ Nauseous by simplyrochellemari • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "You and James have [a] history [of] working together on cases, and your constant banter quickly takes a turn when you both get placed on the same assignment to Skull Island, and both of your lives are threatened."

✑ Not a Fever by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "You're quarantined in the laboratory with James Conrad as you try to determine what the effects of the pollen he was exposed to are."

✑ Rest by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Conrad knows exactly what buttons to push to get you to come to bed."

✑ Uncharted Teritory by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "Imagine [being on an expedition] with James Conrad. [When] he finds you bathing under a waterfall, he [plans] on chiding you for leaving the camp alone, [however] when he [sees you're] naked [it gets] harder and harder [for him] to focus."

✑ Unexpected, But Loved All the Same by merakiaes • 〔M᜶F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "James comes home from Skull Island and is greeted with a surprise he was not expecting."

✑ Use Me by ladycamillewrites • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: You help your husband let off some steam...

✑ Wildest Dreams by cleo-fox • 18+ • 〔M᜶E〕 •

Summary: It's nearing ten o'clock at night and James Conrad is standing on your doorstep.

✑ You Deserve Better￨Prt. II by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔F᜶C〕 •

Summary: When all the plans you'd made for today go down the drain, the last person you expected shows up at your door to try turning the night around.

✑ Abs by tomhiddleston-is-mischief • 〔F〕 •

✑ Admiration￨Prt. II by jewels2876 •

✑ Adventure by goddessofmischief • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Be Careful Now by justauthoring • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Best Hiders, the by jewels2876 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Brilliance of a Blanket Fort by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Dear Daddy… by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Every One of Your Scars by lady-rose-moon • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Family Camping Trip by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Indescribable by justauthoring • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ It's Okay to Be Afraid by justauthoring • 〔F᜶C〕 •

✑ Just Like That￨Prt. II by jewels2876 • 〔F〕 •

✑ Just Passing Through by goddessofmischief • 〔F〕 •

✑ Just this Once by sserpente • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

✑ Motivation by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ No Lizards in the House! by ladyfluff • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ No More by justauthoring • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Operation Sheets by hopelessromanticspoonie • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Promise Me by ladyfluff • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Promises by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Rain by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Smiling Down at You by justauthoring • 〔A〕 •

✑ Waiting by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Dates w/ James Conrad… by tomhiddleston-is-mischief • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ James Conrad as a Father… by thepilotanon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Having James Conrad as a Significant Others…￨Prt. II • by thepilotanon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

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[ladycamillewrites]

⌇Uѕє мє

Conrad x f!reader⌇

request ~ “Can I get angry sex with Captain Conrad? He’s rough, taking what he wants from you, maybe slams you against a wall or something“ by @sailorholly ♡

warnings ~ 18+ smut, dom/sub, rough sex, language, angry Conrad

“James? Is this you?” your delicate voice echoed theatrically through the hallway of your shared apartment. 

Your husband, Captain James Conrad had left early this morning for a military conference to discuss any further operations regarding the SAS. His mood had been bad when he woke up, a live testament to how much the tracker disliked those unnecessary events.

However, he had to go whether he liked it or not. The Special Forces needed him.

But so did you, waiting impatiently for the handsome soldier to return, his favorite dish simmering on the stove. 

A long sigh came back, his “yes” short and tense before heavy shoes were tossed around in the foyer. 

Clenching your jaw you swallowed the slight spurt of anger arousing at the sound almost radiating dirt itself. Conrad never paid attention to the obligation to wear a suit plus you had mopped the foyer only this morning. 

The silent rumbling and curses made it clear that his day had been as shit as expected so he shall be forgiven you decided when the tall man appeared in the doorframe of the kitchen. 

“Hello love” you chirped, eyes traveling his muscular form when he latched his hands on the top bar of the frame, leaning his broad torso in the room and blocking the door completely.

But his steel blues only narrowed, piercing your every move, mouth screwed shut. The blonde man looked strained, utterly tense. 

“I’m so sorry you had to go there”. A meek mutter but you knew you were elegantly teetering on the brink of cutting his thin nerves. 

And god forbid riling Conrad up. 

Jutting his jaw forward and letting his eyes nonchalantly linger on your suggestive décolleté, the soldier hummed to himself. A sound so low and baritone that it tickled your nerves, the stern gaze adding to the thrill rising up between your legs.

He was a naturally intimidating man however, now that he was angry it was almost impossible to not help him out. Was it?

“Captain…” you cooed, hips seductively weaving past the kitchen counter “is there anything I can do for you?”. 

The blonde’s forearms bulged as they held his weight transferring it to the creaking wood frame.

“You don’t want me to use you right now, y/n. I won’t be able to control myself” his deep pitched growl so close to your ear elicited hot shivers on your back, cascading down every vertebra.

It slowly spread hunger and perhaps overconfidence. 

“What if I don’t want you to?”. 

Faux innocence dropped from your demeanor as you toyed with the silver buckle of his belt, waiting for him to snap. To accept the offer you had made so boldly. 

“Fuck, woman” and suddenly Conrad’s arm slipped down from above, snaking around your waist, turning you and knocking the air out of your lungs when his tall frame slammed you against the wall. 

An easy game to the trained soldier.

Those blue orbs were seething with annoyance and rage. Dusky.

Nonetheless, desire bubbled up in his dark waters mixing with those negative thoughts revealing a toxic cocktail. And a strong one.

God, you knew it would burn. 

Your whimpers were pathetic when Conrad unleashed himself, reaching behind your back to roughly pull down the zipper of your dress. 

“This. Off” the low demand rumbled in his broad chest making you quick putty in his demanding touch. James could be an awfully sensual lover but he was two-faced, hiding the hunger of something carnal in his pumping veins.

Cold air embraced your body only dressed in the lingerie he had bought you. Black lace was draped across your breasts, quickly flicked to the side to expose your hardening nipples. 

Moaning with the poor amount of oxygen Conrad’s body pressed tight against yours allowed you, his perfect teeth rolled your sensitive buds just right.

Oh, how sweet the prickling pain was and how much sweeter his cold, long digits felt invading your slick folds. 

“Hmm... you’re all wet for me. Married a whore, didn’t I?”

“Uh-huh“ was all your agape mouth could whimper when he started to fuck you hard with his fingers, your wrists secured above your head.

Pulling primal pleasure from your body, the significantly taller man's pants were forming harsh creases around his angry erection.

Now that you offered yourself so selflessly, he simply wouldn't be able to hold back.

Grunting in your ear like a feral lion, Conrad pressed his whole weight against your delicate body, caging you in between a column of muscle and the cold kitchen wall.

“Use me, Ca-Captain... pleaseee“

Your hips were bucking forward to let your pelvis brush his hardened cock.

“You gonna regret this, little one“ his ragged baritone rasped so imminently before you were dragged off the wall with a sharp pull of your wrists.

In only underwear while James was still completely clothed, just his belt hanging sluttishly open, you were hurled across the kitchen like a ragdoll. But you liked it, giggling in a haze of kinky desire.

“Is this fun for you?“ he boomed.

But before you could apologize, the tall blonde flipped you around, letting loose of your wrists to slam your back on top of a free counter. The hard marble edge sent a sorrow sensation through your back until he simply readjusted your position to his liking.

Just like that with only one arm Conrad conducted your whole body until he was standing between your opened thighs, jaw clenching hungrily at the sight of your glistening pussy on full display.

Full access.

“You will stay like that until I'm satisfied, understood?“ he snapped, freezing anger piled up from the day slipping from his lewdly flicking tongue.

God, you could almost orgasm from the sight of his pink tongue swirling in his slightly ajar mouth, occasionally darting out to lick his lips. This man was an image of a god.

“I won't fucking ask twice, y/n“.

Squirming under his dominating gaze that proudly reduced you to a mere plaything, it was unfairly difficult to find any words. Especially when Conrad's slutty hands had freed his throbbing, angry red cock and were now pleasuring himself in lewd strokes.

“Understood, Captain“.

A deep chuckle met the pitch of sudden thunder outside; a thrill you never thought would be this menacing but you husband's gaze was clear.

He was ready to devour you, use you to soothe his agitated nerves until, like he had said, he would be satisfied.

“Look what you've gotten yourself into“ the soldier smirked, pulling all the beautiful strings of contour his sharp face had to offer. Tongue flicked out again, licking across his front teeth like a threat while he took in the sight of his bog cock resting on your belly.

“So helpless“.

The tip ended somewhere around or even above your belly button, the raw outline of this obscene display making you feel dizzy.

“-and you gonna take me“ Conrad murmured, grabbing the base of his cock and slowly dragging it through your drenched core. You wanted, no, craved him as much as he did.

Blonde brows furrowed when you whimpered small pleas beneath his tall frame.

“Like the good little girl you are... You wanna satisfy my needs, don't you?“

The flash of another lighting casted a light blue shadow of his frame onto yours, the difference even more sinister than you had imagined. This man could break you like a mere pen.

Perhaps he would.

A feeble nod was all it took to make him bend over, the neckline of his blue shirt hanging down, allowing you a glimpse of sharply defined muscles working to keep him stable.

With the next dull thunder his left hand flew to wrap around your throat, pinning you to the cold surface. A necessary preparation so you wouldn't flee from his rough thrusts.

He sometimes did it when he was taking you on the balcony...

Lining himself up with your entrance, you shuddered, spine feeling ablaze from pure anticipation. James would be rough but you didn't care.

Fuck, you were a sucker for the tall soldier manhandling you as if he lacked any sense of respect.

Perhaps he did.

“My little slut“ the 't' still sitting sharply on his tongue when he bottomed out in one demanding thrust. A fluid motion of his strong hips that stretched you to your limit and beyond.

A silent “James“ left your lips when your walls tried to accommodate to the sudden intrusion, his cock stilling for a fragment of time.

Heavy rain was knocking on the window.

Then, Conrad's head rolled back, veins and strings of muscle straining his sweaty skin while he began to pound into you, to set a pace that was testament to the necessity of his hand pinning you in place.

He was rough, taking what he wanted from you.

Crying out his name, your hands flew to the sides desperately searching for something to hold on to. But his forearm flexed and bulged as it worked against Conrad's own merciless thrusts, secured safely around your neck. Allowing you a precisely measured amount of breath.

“F-Fuck baby. You- you are so t-tight... god yesss“ your husband moaned up towards the ceiling, his strong voice hoarse from today's discussions.

A forte in comparison to your high pitched screams of his name.

“James, I- I can't take it“.

Not even slowing down, his head rolled back forth, loose curls fucked out of place. He knew you could, somehow. And your tense husband was more than ready to test your boundaries.

A dirty grin curled Conrad's angry lips before his jaw dropped to give way to increasing pants.

As if by reflex your thighs tried to clench, to push him away but the blonde just shook his head, leaning back down to hover above your chest.

“Ah, Ah!“

The chiding was a carnal sound, swirling around every nerve in your bouncing body, embedding them in a sweet haze of total submission.

It felt so good.

“You cannot nghh fuck escape me. I know you can t-take me“.

Retracting his grip around your throat, the strained soldier dragged it down your body, kneading your breasts until he wrapped his fingers around your thigh.

Both hands were now holding your legs apart, keeping them spread nicely for him.

The slight lift created a whole knew angle, one that hit you like a firework aiming straight at your head and setting every sense aflame. Coherent words were positively banned from your capabilities and all you could feel was him sheathed deep inside your throbbing pussy.

Arching your back from the marble countertop, you listened to your husband moaning and grunting primal sounds of sheer pleasure. Your own whines and screams added as another thunder rolled through the room, the lighting prior as blueish as Conrad's narrowed gaze observing your every move.

“Sh-shit look at your pretty tits bouncing for me“ he rasped with brows slanted, reaching down to smack your right breasts. A sensation utterly pleasing, the soft pain spreading nicely across your aroused body.

The food was long forgotten as screeching noises of your naked ass shifting on the marble got drowned by rough moans of your name mixed with unholy curses.

The kitchen smelled like sex.

Hot, shameless and angry sex.

“I'm gonna ohhh James cum“ you mewled, strands of hair sticking to your glossy lips when your body was conducted by his pistoning hips.

You could feel his big cock deep inside twitch and pulsate as you spoke, biting your lips at the influence you had on this incredibly tall, athletic soldier.

But today was about his pleasure.

The answer was already clear when he pulled you back onto his cock, burying himself to the hilt, making you cry out.

“Don't you dare cum“ he groaned, teeth bared like a hungry wolf. “I said we're done when I'm satisfied“.

Staring at his piercing gaze of deep blue, your face was contorted in ways only James Conrad could elicit.

When he fucked you just right. Just like that.

“Wha- are you n-not-“

But your ragged voice was cut off by two strong arms dropping your legs, instead shooting closer to wrap around your shoulders, picking you up.

Wriggling his tight jaw to rest against your right temple, his long legs began their journey towards the bedroom. Conrad was still deep inside you, every step letting his cock nudge those sinfully sweet spots.

“Do I look satisfied to you, huh? Oh, I am far from finished“ his low baritone whispered in your ear, another strike of lighting casting your joined shadow on the white tiles.

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoyed it @simplyholl ♡

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[lettalady]

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

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 }

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."

#imagine james conrad #tom hiddleston characters #reply: word prompt challenge

[holdmytesseract]

Dangerous Paradise

James Conrad x fem!Reader

Request:

"Hello lovely writer👻

I saw you’re taking req's atm so I was wondering if you could maybe write something with James Conrad from the Skull Island film?

The plot is completely up to you but I’d love to read something about him with female reader :)

Thanksss" - Requested by a nonny! 😁

Summary: As a journalist, you join a expedition to a mysterious island called 'Skull Island' - which turns out to be a literal death trap. But with all the danger you are facing, there is at least one good thing... The incredibly hot tracker of the team, Captain James Conrad...

Warnings: THIRST! Skull Island things, giant spiders, bit of angst, mentions of injuries, swear words, fluff?

Word Count: 2k

a/n: First time writing for James Conrad - but I quite enjoyed it! Hope you guys like it! 😄 Thank you so much for requesting, dear nonny! 😊

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @fictive-sl0th

If you want to be added to my Tom taglist, please let me know! 😄

MASTERLIST

That was definitely not what you were expecting, when you got signed up for that expedition. A giant ape and creepy, dangerous wannabe dinosaurs? Come on... Not to mention the enormous other creepy creatures on 'Skull Island' - or the crazy soldier who got stuck here in freaking World War two! Ever since you flew with that helicopter through that earth shaking storm to get to the island and got attacked by Kong, you were positively done with this mission and cursed your boss on no end for convincing you to do this. "Please, Y/N! This is going to be one hell of a headline!" Sure! Thanks Maggie… Hell of a headline my ass, you thought. Okay, admittedly, the island was beautiful - without a doubt and you'd have definitely enjoyed it here - if you didn't have to fear for your life every damn second! One wrong step or wrong move could cost you your life. Skull Island was to 100 per cent not for vacation... You just wanted to go home, back into your office. You were a journalist - not a soldier, tracker or scientist! What were you even here for? Writing a report when you're no longer alive was quite difficult. You already missed your friends and family - and especially your bed. Well... Life just wasn't fair.

But despite all the bad things, coming with this mission, there was at least that one good thing - person, to say it right. Captain James Conrad. Former soldier, now tracker - and hotter than a 1200 degree volcano. You were sure that it was actually illegal to be this hot. Honestly, someone should've arrested him for giving you a heart attack when you first laid eyes upon this delicious specimen of a man.

He was incredulously tall and literally clattered with muscles. It wasn't just the effect of the tight, dark blue t-shirt he wore, oh no. The t-shirt just helped showing them off. With every move he made, every step he took, you could see the muscles on his shoulders, pecs or arms flex. His biceps were bulged, strained against the tight fabric. The black jeans he wore, displayed his thick, strong thighs and long legs and sat very snugly around his hips. And that damn shoulder holster he wore... Gods… You weren't really a fan of weapons - but that thing made him even sexier. James' hair was short, with brown hues in between the blonde curls. A slight stubble covered his chin and cheeks. Speaking of that man's face... He had a jawline to die for... And his cheekbones were as sharp as razor blades. Long story short, this man was literally walking eye candy. "Y/N?" And his voice... Oh his voice... "Y/N?" So deep and yet smooth like velvet. You could listen to him talk all day long. "Y/N?!" The moment said voice urged rather loudly to your ears, accompanied by James's strong hand gently shaking your shoulder, you snapped out of your daydream. "W-What?" You asked, dazed and blinking. "We need to keep moving. Don't stay behind, otherwise you'll lose the group. I know you're tired. We all are, but I can't have anybody just walking off. I don't want to lose more people." You quickly nodded, still trying to process his words. "Y-Yes, I'm sorry." James gave you a nod, then removed his hand from your shoulder again and stood up. With a sigh, you stood up from the stone you were sitting on as well.

Together, you caught up to the remaining people of the group, making your way further through the depths of this perilous jungle. You tried to distract yourself, not thinking about the opportunity to die - what wasn't exactly easy, because your brain reminded you of that every minute. Wordlessly, you trudged behind James, Mills, Mason, Slivko and the others, trying to match their quick pace. You tried to focus on your surroundings; tried to stay attentive. That worked out quite well - until Captain Conrad walked into your field of view again. You were very aware that you shouldn't let yourself be distracted by the attractive man - but you just couldn't help it... Your eyes got stuck on him once again... On the backside of his body, to be precise. The way he oh so graciously moved over the uneven, grown through jungle ground. Not only had you a nice view of the way the muscles in his shoulders flexed, no... You could also feast upon the bulging veins stretching over his ridiculously long, strong arms. What you would give to feel those firm, sculpted muscles underneath your fingertips - oh and that ass... You bit your lip, when your gaze travelled - hopefully unnoticed, downtown and landed on the tracker's bottom. Hot damn. You couldn't even fathom what was underneath those clothes... You bet he- A scream for help cut through the air, ripping you from your lustful, thirsting thoughts. Frantically your eyes looked around, searched for the origin of the scream. You quickly found it... It had come from one of the soldiers - in vain. He was dead, impaled by the leg of a... You looked up, your jaw slackening in shock; eyes widening. "Giant spider!" Another soldier yelled hysterically. And then everything happened very fast. You jumped from one spot to the other, panicky trying to avoid the gigantic animal's deadly legs. You guessed your body went into some kind of a survival mode. Unless you more than likely wouldn't have survived this. "Cut the legs!" You heard Conrad yell over the loud noise of gunshots and screams. "Cut it off at the legs!" The men listened to the tracker, did what he said and chopped off the creature's legs. Just as you thought you and the group were out of danger, things went south again - at least for you. When they brought the spider down, her enormous body fell to the ground and James had yelled for everybody to move aside, in order to not get squashed by it. You started to run for dear life – and made it. That wasn't the problem. But being on the fast pace you were, you didn't see the big stone on the ground. Neither the little, but quite steep hillside, nor the lake at the foot of the 'cliff'. So, it came how it had to come... You stumbled over the stone and with a yelp, fell down the hillside. Somewhere on the way down, you must've hit your head, 'cause you felt the throbbing pain on the back of your head. The moment your skin came into contact of the cold water, everything went blurry. The weight of your body pulled you underwater, but you were like paralyzed, couldn't move and at some point, everything went black.

You were going to die. Right here, right now - that had been your last thought. But then you heard a faint voice, calling out your name again and again. Then you heard the dull sound of water splashing around you. No ten seconds later, you could've sworn you felt how two strong arms wrapped themselves around your body and pulled you through the water, up to the surface and out of the death trap. "Y/N!" Once again you heard the voice, but it was still far away. "Y/N!" Then, two hands on your shoulders, shaking you. The voice got clearer and clearer. "Y/N! Wake up!" A hand skidded down to cup your cheek and lift your head gently. That seemed to do the trick. As if stung by an adder, you sat up, ripping open your eyes and coughing, spilling out the water, which had tried to drown you. Your hands tried to find something to hold onto - what they did. A broad shoulder. When you regained your full consciousness again, you looked up - straight in the oceanic blue eyes of James. He had a worried look upon his face, which faded into a small smile, when he noticed you were fully back again. He was sitting beside you, when you immediately felt his hands on your waist, steadying you. Before you could think about what you were doing, you launched forwards and hugged him. It took the Captain a second to realise and to wrap his arms securely around you as well. You took deep breaths, relishing in the fact that you were still alive. "T-Thank you." Only then you noticed, that he was soaking wet. He must've jumped after you and saved you. "I-I'm sorry, I-" You felt the tracker shaking his head. "It's fine." He stated and paused for a second, retreating from the hug. "Are you alright?" James scanned your body, looking for any injuries. "I-I don't know... My head hurts a bit and I-I think I twisted my ankle." You said, feeling a sharp pain shoot through your ankle. "Okay." James said, getting on his knees. "Can you stand up?" You tried to get up, but couldn't. You shook your head. "N-No, I, ahh!" "Alright, come on." James wrapped his arm around your back and helped you stand up. You tried to stand on the injured foot, but it was impossible. The man's hands flew up to steady you again immediately. "Lean on me, I'll help you walk." You nodded, tears brimming in your eyes. You certainly didn't want that to happen. You didn't want to become a burden for the group. Not when you all were already in this shitty situation, stuck on a lethal island. Slowly, the two of you walked along the shore. "W-Where are the others?" "I told them to set up a camp, about a mile southern from this lake. It's getting dark soon. We need to rest. Especially you."

It took you a while to reach the camp, giving the state you were in. But when you reached your destination, you were relieved. Everybody was immediately at your side, asking you how you were. You appreciated the kind gestures. James guided you to sit against the trunk of a fallen tree. "I'll have a look on your ankle, yes?" "Okay." You said, nodding and trying to ignore the fuzzy feeling in your stomach, when James's hands worked on shoving up your cargo pants and taking off your boots and sock. His warm, delicate fingers came into contact with your skin. He gently ran them over your injured ankle, examining the damage and causing you to shiver and to suppress a moan. He moved your ankle, turning your suppressed moan into a small scream of pain. "Sorry." James apologised immediately. "I think it's not broken, but definitely twisted." Then he looked around the camp. "Has somebody a rag, cloth or something similar?" Slivko was immediately at his side, handing him a dark blue cloth. James drenched it in cold water from his water bottle and wrapped it carefully around your ankle. You hissed at the sudden coldness. "Keeps the swelling down." "Thank you." You said again, blushing, when he gave you another small smile. "Of course. Rest now." You nodded and tried to make yourself comfortable. James stood up and turned his back, walked away to talk to Mason and Slivko. You tried to sleep, were already on the verge of dozing off, when the Captain thwarted your plans and relighted the thirsting flame inside of you again. You couldn't control your body and mind sometimes, could you? It was the Captain's fault after all. Not yours. How dare he took off his t-shirt, because it was still soaking wet, to dry it beside the campfire... You didn't ask him to do this, did you? Anyway, you had now even more to look at and drool over. His muscular back. The clearly visible abs and broad chest. Or the fine hair, which curled itself so perfectly over the expanse of his pecs. Yes... One thing was certain. If the island, its creatures or your own clumsiness wasn't going to kill you, then definitely James and his fucking good looks.

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[say-hi-intrepid-heroes]

thank you for sending me all these asks! i have some for you as well!

d20 related:

favorite npcs from your top 5 favorite seasons

who's your favorite intrepid hero (if you can choose lol)

favorite non intrepid hero?

favorite pc from each intrepid hero

predictions for junior year?

any settings you would like to see d20 do?

favorite setting they've done so far?

favorite dm besides brennan?

least favorite npc?

a line that makes you emotional?

a funny moment you love

omg hell yeah i feel so honored

1.favorite npcs from your top 5 favorite seasons (its so hard to choose lol)

Fantasy High Sophomore Year: Ayda !!!! of course A Starstruck Odyssey: I really love the Junkmother, but also Plug ofc MisMag: that one professor who was all vibes and had the branches ACOFAF: jeremy renner theodore TUC: my girl ester or my guy dale. also pizza rat.

who's your favorite intrepid hero (if you can choose lol)

i love them all for different reasons, but as someone who is playing a circle of spores druid in a dnd campaign currently and is up to So Many Shenanigans and causing my dm to facepalm way more than usual, i gotta say my girl Emily Axford (but honestly this answer could change tomorrow)

favorite non intrepid hero?

erika. geese with the stats of velociraptors. (and all her other shenanigans, but that one is most notable)

favorite pc from each intrepid hero

Emily: a tie between Fig and Chirp, both so amazing Zac: Pib!! a little guy!! Siobhan: Imelda Pulse was too iconic to not make the list Lou: a tie between Kingston and Squak (i love the acofaf cousins, okay?) Ally: Pete Conlan! My wild magic tea-loving bookshop boy! Murph: Riz! My aroace private investigator!!

predictions for junior year?

Tracker and Kristen officially break up

something bad happens to Ayda

aroace riz content

at least one of Fig's parents perma-dies (and its probably Jawbone)

at least one of the bad kids starts using they/them pronouns (and lets be real its probably kristen)

any settings you would like to see d20 do?

would love to see a true pirate setting. I think they do so well with PoL and the ship battle in acoc, i would love to see a whole season of just that removed from everything else. also, classic fantasy would be fun. just chill, nothing else funky. kinda like DaDQ.

favorite setting they've done so far?

Starstruck definitely, or PoL. also, of course, ACOFAF.

favorite dm besides brennan?

aabria!!!

least favorite npc?

Dayne Blade. others are bad, but he's manipulative and a real asshole. fuck him.

a line that makes you emotional?

so so many. most recently tho, Conrad's speech to self loathing in Mentopolis.

a funny moment you love

Chungledown Bim is so funny every time. Also, when Gorgug thinks Jawbone is Tracker's dad, his voice on "nOoO. you're hER dad" is so funny, go rewatch it.

#tysm for this asks!!! <3 #it just took me so long to make choices lmao #i have so many favoruties #ask #asks

[dim20-stims]

intro post!

hi! I make stimboards for (mostly!) dimension 20 characters. kinda just whatever I'm in the mood to make, but you can request things if you want :)

masterlist will be below the cut

Fantasy High:

Adaine O'Shaughnessy 🔮

Adaine + Aelwyn 🔮🛡️

Ayda Aguefort 🪽

Ayda Aguefort/Fig Faeth ❤️‍🔥

Cassandra 🌌 / 🌌

Fabian Seacaster 🩰

Fig Faeth 🔥

Garthy O'Brien 💚

Gorgug Thistlespring 🎧

Jawbone O'Shaughnessy ☕

Kristen Applebees 🍎

Kristen + Cassandra 🌜🌛

Lucy Frostblade 🌨️

Max Durden 🕷️

Riz Gukgak 🔍/ 💼

Torek Railgrinder 🛹

Tracker O'Shaughnessy 🌜

Tracker O'Shaughnessy/Kristen Applebees 🌙☀️

The Unsleeping City:

Cody Walsh ☠️

Kingston Brown 🌃

Kugrash 🐀

Misty Moore 🎭

Pete Conlan 🫖

Sofia Lee 🐆

A Crown of Candy:

Amethar Rocks 👑

Annabelle Cheddar 🧭

Chancellor Lapin Cadbury 🐇

Cumulous Rocks 🍭

General Rococoa Rocks 🍫

Jet Rocks 🤺

Lazuli Rocks 💎

Liam Wilhelmina 🏹 /🪻

Primsy Coldbottle 🥛

Queen Caramelinda Rocks 🍬

Ruby Rocks 🎪

Saccharina Frostwhip/Ghee 🍨

Saint Citrina Rocks 🙏

Sir Theobald Gumbar 🐻

Thaddeus Strongpit 🥑

Mice and Murder:

Lars Vandenchomp 🕯️

Misfits and Magic:

Evan Kelmp 🌑

K Tanaka 💖

Whitney Jammer 🏀

The Seven:

Antiope Jones 🐉

Danielle Barkstock 🍄

Nonna Wallace 🌿

Ostentatia Wallace 💍

Sam Nightingale 🐚

Zelda Donovan 🐐

Shriek Week:

Megan Mirror 👻

Seven 7️⃣

A Starstruck Odyssey:

Bambi Leroux 🎰

Big Barry Syx 🕶️

Big Barry Nyne 9️⃣

Jan De La Vega ♀️

Lucienne Rex ⚙️

Margaret Encino 🍵

Plug Strutt 🔌

Princeps Zortch 🍳

Riva 🫧

Sundry Sidney 💣/ 🛼

A Court of Fey and Flowers:

Binx Choppley 🦋

Delloso De La Rue 💐

Delloso De La Rue/Major KP Hob 🌹🏵️

Viscountess Grabalba 🖤

Gwendolyn Thistle Hop 🪷

KP Hob ⚔️

Lady Chirp Featherfowl 🦚

Lords of the Wing 🐦‍⬛🐦

Lord Squak Airavis 🦤

Prince Andhera 🦇

Wuvvy 🐏 / 💌

Neverafter:

Princess Elody of Greenleigh 🛡️

Mother Timothy Goose 📖

Puss in Boots 🐈‍⬛

Rapunzel ➰

Rosamund Du Prix 🥀

Ylfa Snorgelsson 🪓

The Ravening War:

Archdeacon Raphaniel Charlock 🧅

Colin Provolone ⛵

Karna Solara/Delissandro Katzon 🌶️🥩

Lady Amangeaux Epicée du Peche 🥭

Lady Melys of House Manuka (Unused) 🐝

Dungeons and Drag Queens:

Cat Tree 🪴

Gertrude 🪄

Princess 🎀

Troyánn 🐳

Twyla 🍂

Mentopolis:

Anastasia Tension 📰

Conrad Schintz 🗞️

Daniel Fucks 💜

The Fix 🐍

Imelda Pulse 💥

Stacy Fakename 🪽

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Non-Dimension 20 ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

#the ravening war #dimension 20 trw #trw #dimension 20 #dim 20 #fantasy high #the unsleeping city #a crown of candy #misfits and magic #mismag #acoc #a court of fey and flowers #acofaf #tiny heist #mice and murder #neverafter #the seven #a starstruck odyssey #aso #dungeons and drag queens #dndrag #mentopolis #dimension 20 mentopolis

[kiviniik]

Hey look it's my Trigun OC!

Name: Phthalo Age: Early 80s. Looks in his 30s Weapon: Crosshair (Sword modified cross with a machine gun down the longest arm) Specie: Half-human half-plant (artificially made by Conrad)

Backstory: Made fully in Conrad's labs, he was one of the first failed experiments for a plant/human hybrid, but at least he was alive, plant and human DNA fighting each other. The doctor used his creation's blood, sinews and blood marrow to make the serum the new generations would use to heal themselves. After all, it was just a stepping stone. A leap towards their final goal. How could the doctor matter?

But Conrad used to be much more paranoid of his experiments, embedding all of them with tracker devices and shock activated punishment.

All the new experiments were superior and much better, so Phthalo is just a guy who happens to pick up the others' trash.

#kiv.talks #kiv.art #trigun oc #no one cares but idgaf #i love him #im also using him in a RWBY campaign

[smolvenger]

*flies into the inbox*

Greetings bestie I am here with another round of FMK and this time it's the battle of the blonds

For this round we have…

Dr Sexy Laing…

Mr Fine Pine…

…and Captain "Can 100% find the cliiiii" Conrad

Hiiii bestie! You can always fill my inbox!!!

Oooo, this is so tricky! I had to really, really, really think through some of this! Gahhhh!

But here are my answers-

Marry Mr. Jonathan Fine

I mean clever, brave, and guile man who looks like that? Put a ring on me, sir. I am just always biased towards him! It’s the elegance and badassery with the 💕Protect and Respect Women💕vibes for me🫠

Plus it means I get that mango ride every night from now on until death do us part 😈

Second- I REALLY had to think, but if I have to go off (hehehe) of the sex headcanons by @justthehiddleswrites …considering ya girl has yet to lose her v card irl, I want Mr. James He’s A Tracker So He Can Find The Clit Conrad to do the honors

The film shows he is a secret softie and the headcanons mention earlier how it suggests he’s a secret romantic- that’s what I want to make my sex debut with!

So that means K…Kill or KITH Doctor Sexy Robert Laing!

He might be rough in the sack which is great for fics and imagining but realistically might be too much which is why James is in Fuck and not him, was my reasoning. He’s a doctor so stable income but the whole point of the movie is how bad it is to stay at the High Rise which I would NOT put up with if we were married. But…give him a KITH even at just a party 😍

Okay @muddyorbsblr bestie- what are your picks!?

[muddyorbsblr]

you deserve better

See my full list of works here!

Summary: When all the plans you'd made for today go down the drain, the last person you expected shows up at your door to try turning the night around

Pairing: James Conrad x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: angst; language; craptastic friends [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: simp Conrad, that is all 🫠

"Fucking dammit!"

You gripped your phone tightly in your hand, resisting the urge to chuck it into the sea right where the ship's rotor blade was located. Tears burned behind your eyes as every message you'd missed in the last week while you were on this research trip with Monarch trickled in at a steady pace now that you and the rest of the crew had signal again.

Where your fellow scientists were calling up loved ones on FaceTime with bright smiles on their faces and assurances that they were on their way back home, you had an influx of messages from your friends telling you that no, they wouldn't be making your birthday dinner tonight after all.

"Doctor Y/L/N?"

Oh fuck not him, doesn't he have a pool bar to get to so he can snap his fingers and get tonight's lay? you snidely thought to yourself, steeling your stance at the sound of former Captain James Conrad's voice. Taking a deep breath, you turned to face him. "What's up, Conrad? Looking to split an Uber and Brooks doesn't wanna--"

"Are you alright?"

His question felt like a shock to your system, making you blink your eyes repeatedly as if you were trying to get your bearings back. "Of course," you lied through your teeth. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well…" he trailed off, motioning toward your hand. "You're gripping your mobile so hard your knuckles are turning white, for one."

You glanced at your hand, sighing when you saw your skin stretched taut over bone and trying to relax your grip somewhat. "Fine," you gritted out. "If you really wanna know, it's my birthday today. I had plans to spend tonight with my friends once I'd unpacked and washed that goddamned island off of my skin. But some people in that group can't seem to let petty high school shit go, and today when we finally got signal again I got a metric fuckton of messages from one of said friends calling me either a bad friend or a dumbass for extending an invitation to my friends because it's inconvenient for her, which then led to a domino effect of if she's not going then I'm not going and now…" you trailed off, chuckling sardonically to yourself. "Now no one's going."

Something akin to pity crossed the tracker's eyes, making you look away. The last thing you needed right now was the most jaw-droppingly unfairly handsome man on the face of God's green earth to look at you like a sad wet little puppy left out on the side of the road.

"Anyways I'm off," you said a little too chipper it even made you cringe a little inside. "Got a date with a pizza box, fridge full of wine, and my Netflix account. 'Till the next one, Conrad."

Before he could say anything else, you were already walking to your Uber that just pulled up, finally letting yourself let go of all the hot air you were running on and quite aptly feeling deflated. When you were finally far enough from the port that Conrad wasn't even a speck in your line of sight, you felt the tears start to roll down your cheeks.

You felt exponentially worse when you got home, most of the food that you'd placed an order for before you left on the trip to be delivered today already waiting on your porch.

"Fucking dammit," you repeated, albeit this time with a whimper rather than a roar. You propped your door open and started bringing the food in, deciding to set aside a couple of days worth of meals for yourself and then giving the rest to a nearby food bank so that it would at least do some good.

It took a few hours but you were finally perched on your couch, wearing a comfy pajama short set, Kate & Leopold playing on your TV, and tucking straight into a tub of mudslide ice cream just letting the night pass. This definitely wasn't how you pictured spending your 30th birthday, but you strived to remember that there could have been worse ways to spend tonight.

You could've been mediating between spatting friends because they couldn't manage to keep civil for one night, or you could've been on the receiving end of Deena's tirade about "how duplicitous you were to drag her into a gathering with Shana". The island would've been a better alternative than dealing with that all night.

About 30 minutes into the movie you heard a knock on your door, causing you jump in your seat. "I didn't order anything!" you hollered toward your front door, wincing at the pins and needles starting to prickle at your feet and lower legs from the motion.

Whoever was outside knocked again, this time a bit more persistent with the sound booming across the living room. Your visitor, whoever it may be, wasn't here by mistake, and they weren't about to be waved off with a simple 'go away I'm pissy'.

"I told you, buddy, I didn't order any--" Your words stopped short on the tip of your tongue as you saw nothing but broad shoulders clad in a familiar tight and worn blue t-shirt stretched tight over well-defined pectorals, only this time with an off-the-rack casual blazer draped over it. Your eyes slowly traveled upward to meet the oceanic blue eyes that quite frankly you constantly tried and failed not to dream about whenever you drifted off to sleep at night. "Conrad…" you said his name slowly, as if every part of your brain was fighting against accepting the reality that he was here now, looking like the human embodiment of Lust on ridiculously long legs. "What're you doing here?"

There were quite a few thoughts that crossed your mind in the last few hours, scenarios that you'd conjured up on how the rest of the night would go, each of them dwindling in their respective probability as the hours ticked on. Former SAS Tracker James Conrad being at your door, however, was definitively not among those scenarios.

"Erm…I thought I would come over to check on you. You were visibly…understandably…upset when we parted ways at the pier," he answered, shifting his weight to one leg as if trying to make it all sound so casual. He looked over at how you were dressed, from the haphazard ponytail down to the fuzzy monster slippers covering your feet, and resumed his stance that you'd grown accustomed to with the squared shoulders and the ramrod straight back as if he was back on training grounds. "Get dressed, Y/L/N."

You jerked your head backwards, surprise and confusion flooding your system at the soft spoken order. "Why?"

"I'm taking you out for dinner," he stated plainly. "I know you had plans for tonight and they didn't pan out the way you intended. No one should such an important day alone unless they really want to."

"Conrad, please. I'm fine, everything's fine. You don't have to check in on me or take me out to dinner or keep me company out of--I don't even know, pity? You have your own thing and I don't wanna keep you from it or the hordes of women who would probably abandon all common human decency and trample over each other to get that blazer off of you." You finished your little lament with a wave toward the garment, already stepping back like you were about to send him off to better and more interesting company.

When he sensed what you were about to do, he reached out, putting your hand in a delicate hold. "The night has barely begun, and you're in pajamas, eating ice cream, and one of your comfort movies is playing on the screen." He motioned his head towards your TV, where Hugh Jackman and Meg Ryan were currently paused mid-waltz on a New York rooftop. He brought his hand up to cup your face, swiping his thumb over the corner of your mouth before softly saying, "This isn't fine. And I know that I'm not the company you expected or perhaps even prefer. I just--I wanted to come here tonight and just let you know…that I'm here. So…you could join me for dinner or alternatively I could join you here and you can talk my ear off with your movie commentary. The point is that you won't be spending your birthday alone."

His words left you stunned to near silence. "I uhm--I'll go get dressed then." You stepped back from his hold, an irrational part of you already missing his touch, awkwardly waving toward the sitting area. "I'll be out in a few minutes."

Once you'd started to make your way up the stairs, Conrad made his way to the living area of your house, a smile making its way to his face as he looked at the framed pictures you had on your shelves, your dimpled toothy grin on full display. "Oh, Y/N," he breathed your name almost reverently in the silence. "How the hell am I going to move on from you now?"

Earlier today when you'd all disembarked off the ship, he had plans to wash up and head off to a bar to look for someone to keep him company for the night, perhaps until Monday when you were all expected to return to Monarch for briefing on your next mission. All he wanted was to find someone who held even the faintest resemblance to you and lose himself in the chimera that you were the one he was with, that he held you in his arms as he woke up that next morning, and with that indulgence to tide him over for some time, perhaps he could maintain the professional, nearly friendly, relationship that he had with you without running the risk of putting that in jeopardy all because he couldn't keep his affections in check.

Those plans all went down the drain when he saw how you were fighting back tears explaining how your plans for tonight had gone off the rails. When his choices for how to spend the night were spending a few empty hours with someone he would meticulously compare to you or making sure that your birthday wasn't going to be spent alone and licking wounds that should never have been dealt to you in the first place, there was no choice to make.

Tonight's objective was simply to wipe the frown away from your perfectly enchanting face, perhaps even get you to smile. And maybe somewhere along the way finally get you to see him as someone more than just your colleague. Someone that cared. A friend, if he was really going to push it.

And maybe if he was going to entertain the moon shot that played in his most self-indulgent daydreams…a lover.

The sound of you clearing your throat brought him out of his thoughts, the sight of you in your simple pale blue dress with a slight teasing cutout by your waist stealing every bit of his breath away. "Too much?" you asked him, your tone shaky.

"Not at all," he croaked out, clearing his throat before speaking again. "You uhm…you look--You're beautiful." The tiniest smile played at your lips as you motioned for him to follow you to the door. "You always are," he murmured under his breath.

"What was that?" you called out absentmindedly, still steadily making your way to the front door.

"N-Nothing," he stammered. "I was just…admiring your home. It's lovely."

"It's too damn big is what it is," you scoffed as he passed you at the threshold before locking the door. "That's what I get for being perpetually alone, I guess. Just my luck that every guy I ever even tried to date fully expects me to hang up my coat and give up my research so I can play housewife." Your eyes misted over again as the next words came out. "Not a single soul on God's green earth that could deal with that." You turned the key with a little more force than necessary, the lock clicking into place with a resounding knock.

When the two of you made your way to his car, he opened the door for you, your disbelief at the gesture evident in your eyes. And when he was sure that you wouldn't be able to hear him through the car's closed door, he whispered to himself, "I could deal with that. If it meant that you were mine, I could deal with anything."

A/N: Happy happy birthday @liminalpebble!! I hope this puts a smile on your face today and that you have a spectacular year ahead of you, bestie 🥹🥹 Many many hugs from me and Grassy the Mango (even though the bub hasn't arrived yet but it will…today. I think…)

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#james conrad x reader #james conrad x female reader #james conrad fanfic #james conrad fanfiction #muddyorbs writes

[coldresolve]

I love moneymakers so much. Especially because Renee and Davin are actual people and readers are actually rooting for them, while most "whumpers" (hate that phrase but alas) are reduced to just a sadistic concept of a person. The image of Davin painstakingly hand-sewing a tracker into Conrad's shirt is so silly though . I can't wait for the next installment dude im on the edge of my seat. Yay!

aaa thank you sm for reading!

n oof yeah... ive come under fire in the past for calling the majority of whump content out there one-dimensional, and yeah maybe that's rude but jesus you can't tell me im wrong lol

#before i deactivated i made a whole post being like 'hey i kinda miss complex whumper characters. like what the fuck happened' #and it kinda sorta made its rounds in the community #but ofc nothing changed the point still stands so. yeah that was cool. wonder why it felt like screaming at a brick wall #ask me why i still dont reblog whump content onto murderism lmao there you have it

[soulcluster-moved]

roster changes ! some dropped never got out of test status sadly interest tracker has been updated

dropping

cyberpunk 2077: claire russell

tomb raider: conrad roth, doppelganger

star wars: din djarin

jurassic park: ellie sattler

disney: jane porter, goliath

final fantasy: jecht

back to the future: jennifer parker

metal gear solid: johnny sasaki

dark crystal: mira

castlevania: vlad tepes

adding

marvel comics: peter quill

harvest moon: (awl farmer) mark

fire emblem: deirdre

chrono cross: serge

chrono trigger: lucca, frog, magus

#blog update #idk if i'll finish the g.sites roster in time so here is this #sorry to anyone that was interested in some of these #also #me rubbing my grubby hands all over the guardians ????? #it's more likely than you think

[ladycamillewrites]

‣ Show some remorse

・Conrad x ofc 2

‣ warnings: 18+ oral smut, dark!fic, language, dub/con, dom/sub, past trauma

After Conrad had almost taught Louise a lesson on the open field, another fault of hers has an unexpected aftermath. Dirty secrets meet daylight...

Louise's pulse had jumped in unhealthy heights as Conrad pushed her body against the damp moss, tongue lewdly provoking her nipples.

But the Captain's intended lesson on loyalty and negligent behavior had been interrupted by the call of imminent emergency on the campsite. Allegedly, there was a Jaguar circling around the main camp.

She wasn't sure if she was supposed to be glad or disappointed as the young woman shifted in her sleeping sack, thinking about the past day.

Her mind ran riot, almost loud enough for her comrades to hear although as a Jackson and the only woman on the team she had a tent wholly on her own. God, she grew sick of being associated with her dad. As if he was the only thing that defined her.

As Louise tried to close her tired eyes, a sore feeling ascended her throat, the imaginary image of being held captive in this makeshift shelter threatening to choke her. A familiar problem she had been dealing with for years. On her own of course.

It was so little, so bullshit yet far enough to make her get up, the sleeping sack clinging to her leg and making rustling noises as she hastily shook it off.

'Fuck' the pretty blonde cursed internally as she stilled for a second as if frozen. But there was nothing. Not the slightest hint of a noise so she allowed herself a relived sigh before entering Central American jungle.

Uncharted jungle, to be exact and the suspected hiding area of some ruthless drug barons; the reason behind Captain Conrad’s expedition.

However, she feared not. At least not strong enough to wrestle those dark memories that made her seek freedom on every possible occasion.

A timid flight animal on the inside while her second personality, the spirited explorer compensated and caressed the deeper source of it's origin.

Like a safety blanket that had become a second skin to Louise Jackson. Daughter to Gérard Jackson, commanding General of the Marine Corps and born Frenchman. Oh, and Diana Jackson but no one ever mentioned her.

Placing foot in front of foot she crept through the darkness, her hair flying in the salty evening breeze brought by the never resting pacific ocean. Louise scoffed, her alter ego wiping away any connecting memories like a windshield wiper, waterproof. Almost.

And then he saw her; Captain Conrad's allers attentive and on guard eyes spotted the fragile figure whose shadow was cast by the full moon.

His jaw clenched at the natural urge to get her the fuck back, to retrieve what the Captain secretly had deemed his.

But she looked like an angel, fragile, skin of porcelain and weirdly familiar with the shelter night offered.

Conrad's Adam's apple bobbed as he finally swallowed said need, instead lowering himself on moist ground, knee caps touching fallen palm tree leaves.

The sas-soldier became invisible to the human senses as he relished in the look of Louise now sitting cross-legged on a small ledge, the woman's side profile reminding him once again of the improper longing in his pants.

She may be a cheeky, stubborn princess in daylight but it seemed night grounded her... or was it triggering something James had no idea of?

Actually, he did not need to. This was a one-time mission, nothing regular so he wouldn't see you ever again. Luckily.

Biting the soft insides of his cheek until he tasted copper, a familar sensation to the experinced tracker, he shifted on the spot, heels starting to hurt from his unnatural kneeling position.

Nevertheless, his train of thoughts hindered him from leaving. It has been a long ago he last looked at a woman like that.

Louise's hair occasionally flew in strands, her delicate face grinning at the moon as if she was marinating in it's holy light. Supposedly French lullabies left her plush lips in sugary notes.

An angel, Conrad thought.

But it only riled him up to think about her obvious change of nature. She could be peacefully calm and still disobeyed every damn command he was giving.

Why? Why was it she vexed him so much?

This woman, the mindless general's daughter was a yin and yang to the silently lurking Captain. She was the wildfire he needed to control and the peace he wished to inherit.

Shaking his head at his own irritating ideas, Conrad stood up, the elegance of a tiger in every motion.

Louise's yang was beyond reach and might dug deeper in her personal pile of files than he wanted to dive in so it was the yin he made his mission.

His target if she dared to live out her reckless spirit again.

“Lieutenant Jackson, watch out“ Miller's alarmed voice bounced on her eardrums, his sneaky arm grabbing her by the waist and yanking the blonde good two meters away.

Her protest was imminent, already lingering on her cheeky tongue like saliva but Conrad proofed her accusation of sexism wrong.

A flexing forearm propelled forwards as he squatted in his walk, the thin layer of sweat only highlighting the bulging, military strength of this handsome man. Why on earth did he have to wear his shirts so tightly, Louise damned him.

The snake he had just caught so irritatingly casual was a terciopelo; the most dangerous and venomous snake around. Now dangling and writhing under Conrad's precise grip around her her jaw.

“Good girl“ he purred, flexing his wrist to turn the snake, putting her on full display to let his eyes wander the oblong body.

A deadly but helpless creature. Conrad had a taming nature to him, it seemed.

Louise balled her fist at the surely deliberate choice of words that left Conrad's smug lips, carried by the deep baritone.

Fuck him, the young soldier internally cussed.

Then, without a warning he tossed her away, good 20 meters across the rainforest before those chiding ocean blues found her frame again.

“Louise“ he began, the husky sigh spitting oil in the flames of the woman's mind that burnt every time he came close. Every time Conrad was oozing this sickening dominance she normally deeply disliked.

Emphasis on normally since her body became a bold traitor, longing for his punishing touch like a slut.

Disgusted and lost in her own thoughts Louise had missed her Captain's repeated call to explain her lack of attention during today's expedition.

“Jackson“ he suddenly yelled, roughly propelling her consciousness back to the here and now. But her reflexes worked poorly.

Conrad had already pinned her against a palm tree trunk, the same angry yet painfully unstated lust flashing in his narrowed orbs. The blue shirt he wore was ripped right where his tantalizing abs lingered Louise had caught herself fantasizing about many times. It lured her gaze like candy.

“Eyes on me, Lieutenant. It is not my burden that you're fuck-starved so keep those eyes on the path“ he groaned, just as loud for the surrounding soldiers to hear.

He had embarrassed her in front of everyone. With a subtle smirk hiding behind the veil of pure reprimand.

Louise could already feel Miller's nasty gaze searching for her nipples to peak through the thin top. Her whole body shuddered underneath the Captains grip on her hip and shoulder forcing his flimsy sanity to grow wings.

Fuck, if she only writhed on his cock like that. But of sheer pleasure of course ready to promise him everything under the spell of climax.

To swear fidelity.

But only a few seconds after getting ahold of his hardening manhood, foreign jealousy spread, smelling like a punishment for another of his sheep.

“Miller, damnit. Keep your eyes to yourself“ Conrad spat so matter-of-factly.

Sure, and you‘re the holy spirit yourself, Louise thought, the sarcasm tasting bittersweet on her dry tongue.

As if he had heard you and begged for a second chance the convulsing biceps let go of her delicate body again. The right, sluttishly veiny hand slid behind her back, whispering against his superior's daughter buttock under the pretense of adjusting her belt holster.

Scoffing like a fuming horse, Louise got ahold of her machete anew, roughly weaving past Conrad's muscular shoulder.

Hell, she didn't care about jostling her Captain.

He was a suggestive asshole after all. But an alluring one she was weirdly reminded of when the touch of his shoulder elicited instant goosebumps.

“Captain?“

“Miller, what the hell is it?“ Conrad's tenseness was as palpable as the blade of his beloved knife.

The negative effect on his usually submissive soldier was foreseen. “I- erm I thought the general's hatch would-“

The sling of Conrad's knife close to Miller's sweaty arm would've been warning enough but no one should dare to offend the woman who looked like a precious marble statue praying to the moon last night. He was just not yet aware of the reason but he would soon be.

The skilled Captain despised the way said scenario has planted itself in his danger-driven mindset but it did. Too late to forget, too hated to be lived out.

“It's Lieutenant Jackson to you. Understood?“

“Y-yes sir- Captain“

A chiding eyebrow was glued to him long after the tall man had set Miller's figure free again.

James Conrad was everywhere but nowhere. Depends on what he deemed fitting...

Louise's whole body felt strained from the reckless march over several miles, her skin burning from a million mosquito bites. Jungle was a beautiful terrain but incredibly inconvenient as it turned out.

Singing to herself, she loosened the bun of her blonde hair, thinking about the path to the cascades one could shower in. Those small pools had shallow, clear water to step in; exactly what she needed.

Peeking over to the men's main tent the small blonde couldn't help but smile to herself at the delicious opportunity she smelled.

“What are y'all up to after this?“ Colins asked the round who gathered around the makeshift table, some drinking, some eating and one even reading a novel.

Just Conrad had war on his mind, sharpening the silver blade on an oval shaped rock.

The hash 'tzing sounds went in perfect unison with his cold expression, darkening with every second the men intensified their talk about future plans.

Louise wondered about her own future career as well but she always relied on her dad and his advise. Perhaps it was laziness, perhaps anxiety. Obligation was the third option up to debate.

But she was digging her own grave by listening to the old man. Only this adventure she truly enjoyed for the first time didn't feel like a fucking prison. Not as cold and monotone as the cabins on USS Ronald Reagen, her home basically.

That's a time she preferred to hush up, to only tell the moon about.

Feet were moving quietly after she hid her weapon under a big fern, the soldier's body moving with deadly precision she had learned for years.

Mostly training was in her system while Conrad was filled with real war, real death and blood on his skillful hands.

A perfect contrast; vivid innocence colliding with collected experience.

Yet, there was a weird connection, a foreign sizzle both of them felt whenever their strained muscles touched.

For Conrad it had mostly been fresh annoyance and irritation dancing tango in his mind while the need to control this boundless woman dictated the rhythm. Or maybe something else…

“And what about you, Captain? Is the divorce finalized yet?"

Louise froze on the spot, a rotten stick breaking underneath the weight of her heel.

A thousand emotions caged her brain for a second, the thought of Conrad having been married this whole time feeling heavy on her gut. Who was her wife? Why did he divorce her? A thousand questions she would only ever get answers to from no other than James himself.

However, she had a paradisiac cascade to get to. Her body was still aching as if bunt so she kept the muttered curses and ramblings about her Captain's past on the low while finally sneaking away.

Why should she care about his problems after all? He was being a chefs kiss pain in the ass and a total party pooper. A hot one, her jumpy brain added involuntarily.

No, she clearly found his unexplainable behavior nerve-wrecking and choking to the licking flames of spirit that got a taste of oxygen here in the Guatemalan freedom for the first time.

Her delicate finger ran through those blonde hair like the lukewarm water itself before snaking around her small body. A paradise surrounded her gorgeous body.

Louise sighed continuously. It was because of how reliving the water felt, she kept telling herself. Nonetheless, the young lieutenant's shower session didn't stay unnoticed for too long.

Like the silent, meticulous tiger Conrad held on a leash under his scarred skin, he crept up on her, leaving a trail of clothes behind. Naturally, he had noticed the cracking stick behind the men's tent earlier.

“Are we enjoying ourselves again, Jackson?“ the low timbre of her Captain's voice startled Louise to death, making her loose balance in the shallow water.

Her left foot left the ground like a dumb falling animal and her hand slammed against the wet, even rock wall with a loud smack. She needed a second, mouth still agape from shock making her taste the water.

Not loud enough to drown Conrad’s gloating chuckle though. Louise blushed on the instant, fighting for an adequate response while her eyes were tempted by the sight of him. Naked. She had seen him shirtless before but never without pants. And now, he was towering right next to her, the water sinfully hitting his chiseled body and trailing downwards along the defined ridges of deadly muscles.

A human predator looking almost godly with hair all soaked and long fingers seeking shelter in those dirty blonde curls.

Fuck, he was still a pain in the ass to her.

“Wha- erm showering of course. What else?“ Louise scoffed, turning away from him to both stop drooling about this arse of a man, in multiple senses, and scooting her own body out of his oceanic sight.

As if he hadn’t already had her tit in his mouth but Louise didn’t care. Her other private parts belonged to her and her alone. Nothing for him grope or bite.

“You’re too fucking stubborn to be a soldier. Those end up in graves“ Conrad causally stated, beginning to let his big hands roam across the strained, sore muscles of his abdomen, washing himself. Involuntarily, Louise’s thighs clenched at the squelching noises only a few inches from her body.

The woman caught herself imagining his veiny forearms working as he stroked himself, cleaning the cock she’d felt against her crotch two days ago. Shaking her head as if shaking off the unholy material the just tried to ignore his improper presence, to proceed with a casualty.

He was arrogant, cold-hearted and didn’t listen to her no last time. Their relationship was already fucked up, she knew. Another punishment was to be avoided.

“Captain, I’m showering not laying in the middle of a battlefield“ She chirped, using her happy voice hence Conrad might be kept from addressing her repeated misconduct.

Last time it almost worked to keep the blonde man at bay…

The tall man seemed tranquil. So unlike the previous times he was screaming his lungs out to find her. Louise didn’t wanna jeopardize that peace, wherever it came from.

“Nah, nah, nah“ his baritone hummed and sung, sounding like the sweetest warning ever, coated in a sinful layer of caramel. The color hazel just as her widened eyes as the Captain's fingers suddenly rested on her bruised shoulder.

Conrad was gentle, almost suave in the way his rough finger caps travelled and circled her blueish skin. A satisfied smirk curled his lips when Louise visibly relaxed under his touch, her shoulder blades sinking in satisfaction.

Traitors to her mind that deemed his approach more than intrusive. The woman knew exactly that he was naked, she was naked and both under a tropical cascade soaking wet.

Every fool would know how it looked, nevertheless her dripping lashes did little to veil Conrad’s seductive reflection in the water at her feet.

“Just taking a shower, huh? Nothing could’ve happened?“ his voice dropped an octave, now lingering close to her ear. Conrad felt Louise stiffen as his outstretched fingers walked upwards to still on her collarbone like the muzzle of his M16.

“N-no“

The athletic man tsked reprovingly. “Have you forgotten why we’re here?“

Suddenly, Conrad’s fingers flew to her opposite collarbone, his muscular arm popping out turquoise veins as he put her in a headlock. Swiftly.

Screeching and wiggling her whole body, Louise’s pleas got chocked in her throat while Conrad kept her still, the blonde seeing no chance against his masculine strength.

Water rippled around her stumping feet in agitated gushes until Conrad’s raspy voice tickled her earlobes again.

“Those drug barons won’t ask for your consent when they find you out here, alone, on display like a slut“.

Something looming in her subconsciousness pressed her thighs together at the the realization sharper than his features. The word slut sounded like a dirty compliment ascending his vocal cords, the military cleanness long gone.

“They will kidnap you, Louise, and they will touch you“ she shuddered but froze in the next second as his free hand began snaking around her body. Wantonly, a partner to his deep gravelly voice.

“Cap- Captain sto-op“ she cawed, still not daring to move away from his bold intrusion hidden as lecturing example.

Louise would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy his big hands wandering down her belly, avoiding her exited heat to squeeze her left thigh.

The choking noises never faded while his bulging biceps pressed against her windpipe.

“Those are fucking bad people, dove“ Conrad began, feeling her skin sending a jolt of electricity in the direction of his hand at the pet name.

“They will hold you captive and force themselves on your pretty little body“.

Two fingers accompanied the river of water running down her body and pooling between her folds before dropping. She knew she didn’t stand a chance, no matter if her ability to talk was taken or not. Her Captain was insatiable and the fear in her system only nourished him.

Heavy pants escaped the soldier’s parted lips when his pointer relished in the slick heat between her legs. The general’s daughter felt silky, the sensation of touching her like that sending rampant ripples down his spine. Brewing lust and something else.

A dull thud resounded in between the splashing sound of the cascades as Louise threw her head back against Conrad's steel pecks. “No!! No- I don’t want them to“ she finally screamed as he let loose of her throat again. The delicate woman became too frightened in his arms thus Conrad didn’t want to be a monster. Although he enjoyed her aversion that always crumbled in simmering desire. If she liked it or not, her body knew better but to behave.

Seeking safety she only found in his tight embrace, the blonde turned around wrapping her trembling arms around the Captain's muscular form. He hugged her back however, doing nothing to hide his semi-erect cock kissing her thighs.

“Shhh, I’m here“ Conrad whispered in her ear, pressing a skittish kiss against her soaked hair. Closing those steel blues, the tam man bathed in the moment of being the brave protector to her, not only in the sense of being her superior. Louise asked herself whether she was sick, fucked up since the same man could threaten her physically and sooth her pulse a mere second later.

Maybe her past had broken her. The same events that forced her out of the tent regularly. Luckily, Conrad hadn’t noticed just yet.

A cold shiver crept up on her back as the Marine soldier’s mind fantasized about the things he would make her do when finding out. He could force himself upon her. Perhaps she would vomit or scream until her lungs collapsed?

“My dear Louise, why do you keep disobeying my damn command? I’d burn in Hell’s Kitchen if I lost you out here“ The tall man's husky voice shook her system, killing the bits of hope she had left for getting away with it this time. ⏳

She wanted to say something but her words died before spoken, making her blush instead. Conrad just smirked smugly before his hand pushed her shoulder down, firmly.

“You gotta apologize, Jackson“

“Suck me“ the wicked sternness in those two words turned her stomach but making her lick her wet lips wantonly. God, she was lost and still didn’t listen to her mind screaming no.

“But James, I-“

Her protest was cut off by twitching narrowed eyes, the sky blue hues having made space for a lusty darkness. Louise couldn’t misinterpret the silent, sugary warning of a raised eyebrow.

Pressing her lips together, the young woman sunk on her knees gasping at Conrad’s throbbing cock standing in her face so proudly.

Bringing both his hands down, the Captain wore a decent smirk as one grabbed the back of her head, the second beginning to stroking himself. He was far from shy or embarrassed.

Louise’s breath hitched, fear and visual pleasure battling for the pole position in her mind as almond eyes watched her Captain's beautiful cock moving under his veiny hands.

“Open“ He commanded, the military note back in his husky sound but the woman hesitated, feeling blackmailed. Teeth stayed gritted, the water dropping on her hair sprayed to the sides as she shook her head protesting.

“I said… apologize“ She looked up, instantly feeling his piercing gaze on her breats.

The fresh soldier watched the water running down the accurate paths that were his cheekbones, those dirty blonde curls completely wet and hanging in his forehead.

“I’m sorry, James“ she whispered barely audible but his expression didn’t soften or change at all.

Conrad wanted her to pleasure him. And there was no remorse about it.

So Louise gave in, trembling hands grabbing the base of his cock, brows furrowing as she took in his whole lenght. The unfairly handsome man was big, even bigger than he felt against her clothed crotch.

A familiar fear poisoned her veins again as Louise kissed his tip. Still hesitant.

Too hesitant for Conrad’s liking who let out an impatient grunt, fingers wrapping around her hair to guide her small mouth right where he craved her weirdly bad.

Why he desired her like a forbidden drug was an unsolved mystery yet there he was claiming his young soldier.

The feeling of her hot mouth embracing him was sinful, the sweet innocence she oozed fading in a white lie as Louise began to twirl her tongue around his most sensitive part. She was good.

“The- there we go“ Conrad praised through gritted teeth, the grip of her hair loosening as a wordless reward for her submission.

“Deeper. Come on, Jackson“

“I can’t… yo- you’re too big“ She choked on his pulsating length, salty tears mingling with the freshwater of the cascade. Horror flashed in those delicate features while her cheeks were hollowed around his cock nonetheless.

A sight that only spurred Conrad further on, that satisfied a deeply buried need and tickled his past. She had escaped again, now taking her punishment like a changed woman.

“Oh, don’t cry, dove. Bad girls need to apologize“

The rampant groans that emitted from his muscular chest grew louder as Louise swallowed her aversion. The woman had realized she was powerless anyway so giving in and pleasing him was her option of choice.

As long as one could deem that having an actual choice.

Conrad tasted surprisingly good, his wide girth making her jaw ache in a few minutes, goading her to put an end to this honeyed torture of body and soul.

The moans that left his mouth were pornographic, filling her scarred heart with a venomous pride, corrupting her further until her only goal was to suck I him better than anyone else did before. She had issues and James Conrad spoke to them.

“Hmmm“ Louise hummed as he came, abs clenching and working deliciously while the veins tickled against her lips to shoot hot ropes of cum down her abused throat.

“Like I said; a pretty slut” Conrad growled, his shaky hand running through the soaked hair as he came down from a thunderous climax.

A curling finger coaxed her to stand up again and turn around before he began to massage her neck. The sexual tension of sucking him combined with the reliving pressure elicited small moans and whimpers from her swollen lips.

Louise wondered why he was such a switch today, forcing her to apologize and massaging her spent muscles the other minute. Averted from Conrad’s analyzing gaze her brows wiggled as her mind ran riot.

Meeting the fragments of her male comrades conversation an hour ago, the blonde's heart suddenly demanded to know more about his intimidating man’s live. His wife and past.

She just made a married man cum. Her hazel orbs began to flicker from a random point to another, mirroring her inner conflict. Was she disgusted? Did she pity him?

“Promise me to stay away from here, dove“ he sounded almost sensual before the second half of his statement took it away again. “Or you’ll have to apologize even more“.

“James?”

His fingers stilled instantly. Another warning.

“Sorry. Captain?“

“Hm?” he hummed so calmly, sounding as if she just delivered the release he had needed. Like the right dose of medication to a chronic disease.

“Are you really married?“ her voice was careful yet implying that she had some kind of right to know after all this. What she probably did.

Conrad’s spine went ice cold, his fingers withdrawing from her wet skin like a flight animal. She had hit a spot.

A realization hit his consciousness as the woman he felt strangely connected to, who he would protect with his life although she made this mission a macabre chess game, asked about his wife.

Well, ex wife soon. Hopefully.

A suffering glance whispered across a big scar on his chest as Captain Conrad awakened to the reason of his feelings towards Louise Jackson.

The small, blonde woman vexed him like no one else but drew him like a siren because she was the exact contrast to the reason of his ugly divorce.

That’s why she got under his skin and aimed straight at his vulnerable heart.

Shit.

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[royal1asset-if]

I’m curious to know how the RO’s would react in this situation!

Also I adore your IF. You’ve clearly put a lot of care into it! Keep up the good work!

- Eni (Aequitas_if)

Aw thank you for the kind words, I was about to call it a day and upon reading this renewed my writing spirit.

Let's zoom in the action, so let's say the team is a chasing their mark and the RO stepped on a trap :0

(Elrick's POV)

You and the group are chasing your quarry.

"Elrick stop!" you heard Luna shouts behind you.

You did not listen and continue pursuing the target and you were doing a good job at it.

The target turned around the corner and that is you stepped on a pressure plate, sealing the exit and way forward.

Now you and the team are trapped.

"YOU FOOL!" Luna and Conrad shouts at you.

You raised your hands in surrender.

"Relax, I admit it was my fault but I know we're gonna get outta of here!" you shout with confidence.

"You mean we're the one who is gonna think a way outta here!" Luna says and raising her eyebrow.

You smirked

"Of course why bother if someone is gonna do it for me, so wake me up when you guys are done!" you say and sitting on the floor and letting the geniuses do the hard work.

Their fault

Totally fine about it.

(Serena's POV)

Getting closer and to the mark and you see them turned around the corner, while running you spotted a plate that is elevated then the rest.

"Booby trap huh?" you say and doing a impressive flip over it.

Landing on your legs and doing it perfectly until your foot sank to the ground and the trap activated, sealing you and the group in the area.

"Showoff!" Elrick says and laughing

"What can I say I like to impress!" you say and crossing your arms.

"Why am I stuck with reckless fools!" Conrad curses and studying the walls to find any weak spots to exploit.

So you started streching your muscles preparing for the chase again.

Their fault

Totally fine about it.

(Luna's POV)

You and the group chasing the target and seeing them turned around the corner, you were so close until your team mate stepped on a trap and sealing the area.

You turned around brimming with anger.

"YOU DEAD WEIGHT!" you shout at Elrick.

"Hey it's not my fault!" he says and raising his hands.

"HOW IT'S HARD TO SEE A TRAP AND YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE OUR TRACKER! you roar at him furious.

"Exactly my job is to track not to spot traps!" he says and smirking, enjoying tormenting you.

"Luna enough save your energy for better use!" Conrad says and diverting your attention.

You turned around and quickly look at walls to see if it's hollow to divert your attention, if not maybe your team will be 1 short when the rest of you get outta here.

Accept death.

Making an escape plan.

(Amelia's POV)

You and the team are chasing the mark and seeingthem turned around the corner.

You were so close that is you felt your feet lowering, thetrap activitaing and sealing the area.

"OH NO, PLEASE FORGIVE ME, I DON'T MEAN TO DO IT! you quickly get on your knees in front of Luna and Conrad and begging for forgiveness.

"It's fine, just don't repeat this mistake again!" Luna says in a flat tone.

"Just be careful next tie Amelia and looked at where your stepping at!" Conrad says nonchantly.

The two of them turned around and started scanning the walls.

"WHAT!" Serena shouts flabbergasted.

"WHY DOES ME AND ELRICK GET THE WORST OF IT WHEN WE BLUNDER AND WHEN CUTE LITTLE ANGEL HERE MAKES A MISTAKE ONLY GETS A LOW SCOLDING!" Serena shouts and clutching her head.

"Because Amelia admits her mistake!" Luna says across.

"And she learns from it!" Conrad says from the far end and backing up Luna's claim.

You see Elrick worshipping you.

"Oh great one teach us your ways, so that Luna and Conrad may have mercy on our souls!" he says and moving his arms up and down.

And moments later, Serena joins the worshipping.

So while Luna and Conrad finds away, you spent the time teaching your ways? to Serena and Elrick.

Freaking out

Their fault

(Conrad' POV)

You and the team are chasing the target and seeing them turn around the corner, you were about to cast your spell on them but you stepped on a booby trap and sealing the area.

"Tsk, I have made a error, please forgive me for my transgressions!" you say and bowing your head towards the team..

"What's this the The Observant Owl is not being observant isn't that ironic!" Serena taunts you.

Something snapped inside you but you kept it in check.

You smiled and at your action, you see Serena became wary of you.

"You know I can bury you here and no one will can ever find your remains!" you say and smiling even wider.

Serena raised her hands towards you and started to back away.

"Conrad, calm down!" Dustin says and getting in front of you to blocked Serena from your view.

You nod your head and started to study your surroundings.

Their fault.

Accepts death

Makes Plan

Totally fine about it.

(Dustin's POV)

You and the team are chasing the mark and seeing them turnaround the corner, you were hot on their trail until you steeped on a plate, sealing the area.

"I'm sorry, I will find some way to make up to you guys!" you say and bowing your head in shame.

"Ohhhh, I know a way!" Elrick says and grinning at your suggestion.

"Dustin help us find a way to get out of here!" Luna says and calling your attention.

"No backsies Dustin!" Serena says and clapping her hands together.

So you gulped and dreading the idea that two will conjure.

"What I have done?" you say and regretting your life decisions.

Their fault

Accepted Death.

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