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Compliance
A continuation of Misconduct / MASTERLIST
Pairing: James Conrad x Female Reader
Summary: You disobeyed a direct order during a mission, and, now that you’re back in the safety of your motel room, Conrad reminds you that actions have consequences.
Word Count: 2.1k
Tags/Content: Established Relationship, Soft Dom!Conrad, Bratty Sub Behavior, Bondage, Orgasm Denial, Smut! Smut! Smut!, Plot? What Plot?
Rating: Explicit; 18+
“...you’re going to talk me through it.”
Conrad’s tongue darts across his bottom lip, drinking in the vision of you, bound and on your knees before him. He leans back, propping himself up on one elbow and spreading his legs with measured grace. His right hand is still wrapped around his cock, but he’s halted his motions.
In this moment, you grasp the gravity of your current situation and his need for control. You commit to doing whatever he asks of you.
“Go on, love. I’m waiting.”
“Stroke yourself… slowly,” you say, saliva pooling in your mouth as you watch Conrad unhurriedly move his hand along his hardening length. His piercing gaze remains focused on yours.
Yes, you’ll give him exactly what he wants tonight.
He should be careful what he asks for.
“Now imagine my warm tongue against your balls, licking my way up your cock until—” you pause, watching Conrad’s hand tighten around his cock as he pumps faster, groaning out a string of curses. Your pussy shamelessly throbs in response and you press your thighs together in an effort to relieve the burning ache, groaning when the seam of your jeans provides the tiniest bit of friction. “—until my lips wrap around the tip. Touch yourself there.”
At your words, he runs the pad of his thumb over the head of his cock, whimpering as his hips jerk.
“Come closer,” Conrad growls.
The intoxicating scent of him envelopes you, and you suppress the urge to take him in your mouth as you settle into your new position between his thighs. You’re determined to prove you can be obedient, but you wonder how long this little game will last. Because for the past six months, you and Conrad have followed the same routine: complete an assignment, come back to the motel, and release your collective adrenaline.
His stamina post-mission is always impressive. You can’t wait for him to rail you within an inch of your life.
“Imagine your cock hitting the back of my throat as I gag around you.”
You wet your lips as Conrad continues to thrust into his hand, tossing his head back as his hips shift off the edge of the bed. He’s quick to catch himself, but his cock grazes your mouth before he does so, and you give in – licking the tip as he groans above you.
“Naughty girl,” he rasps, cupping your chin as he runs his thumb over your bottom lip. The rough timbre of his voice reverberates through you, settling in your core as your traitorous hips buck against the edge of the mattress.
“Stand up.”
He knows exactly what he’s doing, giving you these brusque commands. The heat swirling through your cunt pulses in time with your frantic heartbeat. You don’t stand a chance.
Conrad steadies you when you struggle to rise to your feet. So much for being seductive. But he doesn’t seem to mind. He’s honed in – hastily unfastening your pants and tugging them over the curve of your ass with ease as he positions you between his knees. His cock, resting heavy against his thigh, twitches as he runs a finger through your folds. The way he parts his lips and slants his brows lets you know he’s recalculating his next move.
“You’re soaked.”
“Let me come,” you say as he strokes your swollen clit with calloused, practiced fingertips.
“Not yet,” he replies, pulling away. “Bend over.”
His firm chest presses against yours as he stands. Tilting your head up to meet his gaze, you note your own lust is reflected in his eyes.
Any other man would likely fuck you into the mattress, but Conrad is not just any man. He’s methodical, precise in his actions. There are never any hasty decisions with him. No sudden deviations from the plan.
It’s what you love most about him; yet, earlier tonight, you’d commandeered his mission and subsequently betrayed his trust.
Conrad meticulously positions you in front of him. You don’t say a word, instead imagining the intense focus on his face: the furrow of his brow, the way his lips press together in concentration, a hint of his tongue peeking out. He guides your upper body to rest against the bed before seizing the belt around your wrists as if it’s a rein. The thought of him riding you to the edge of oblivion sends a tingling thrill up your spine.
“Is this alright?” he asks.
Craning your neck, you finally take in the sight of him behind you as he bends his knees to line himself up. He’s a terrible tease, and the well-worn denim of his jeans tickles the back of your thighs as he drags his cock along your pussy, applying just enough pressure to drive you mad.
“Just fuck me already,” you whine, and Conrad chuckles as you writhe beneath him. There are several reasons why you shouldn’t goad him, but that requires a presence of mind you don’t currently possess.
“Such a filthy mouth. But, if you insist.”
Conrad snatches the belt as he buries himself in your cunt, bottoming out in one swift snap of his hips. Your back arches and you cry out at the sensation of being so perfectly full. His fingertips once again find your clit, delicious pressure building in your hips as he mimics the wave of pleasure that crashes over you each time his hips roll against your ass.
“Need to come, James. Please.”
“Do you think you deserve it?”
“I- I …” you stutter, every last brain cell focused on the feel of his cock dragging along your g-spot.
“Answer. Me.” Each word is punctuated with an agonizingly slow thrust. Both his hands are now firmly holding your hips down, but you attempt to squirm anyway, your throbbing clit searching for pressure or friction — anything to aid you in toppling you over the edge. But Conrad’s grip keeps you still and at his mercy.
“Oh, you wicked thing,” he drawls, leaning over, his solid form pressing you further into the mattress.
“So wicked,” you agree as he leans back and smacks your ass, the sweet sting making you clench around his cock.
“God,” he breathes out between gritted teeth, his large hand kneading your cheek before giving it another swift smack. “You must want- want me to fuck the brat out of you.”
Conrad wraps an arm around your midriff, pulling your body back against him.
“You can try.” You rise to your tip-toes as he continues to rock into you, your bound hands clutching at the hem of his t-shirt. A deep laugh rumbles in his chest as he leans down to whisper against the shell of your ear.
“Oh? Is that what you really want? Will a proper fuck set you straight?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
You know it drives him wild when you call him that, and, as predicted, his movements become more frenzied. The sounds of Conrad’s groans as his cock slides into your pussy over and over again are hypnotic. He’s quickly losing himself – and so are you. The noises of bliss he’s pulling from you meld with his own as they reverberate around the room, and soon you’re ready to scream out his name. It’s only when his hips judder and he rests his forehead against your back as rides out his climax that you realize he’s not going to let you come.
“You did so good,” Conrad praises as he unfastens the belt from your forearms and pulls you into his embrace. He brings your wrist up to his lips, tenderly kissing all the places the leather dug into your flesh. You whine as your orgasm ebbs.
“Do you know why I didn’t grant you release?”
You’re frustrated, and he knows it. You open your mouth to reply with some bratty retort, but Conrad simply tuts, pressing a finger to your lips.
“Because you were impatient. Disobedient. And for this,” he motions between you, “to work, I can’t have you taking unnecessary risks out there. Is that understood?”
Your heart plummets at the realization that you’ve truly disappointed him. Your mind whirs as remorse floods your senses – there’s got to be some way to make him realize how much you regret your earlier misconduct.
“I understand,” is all you manage to say.
“Good. Now,” Conrad says, nodding towards the bathroom. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
The shower soothes you and rinses away some of your worries, but then Conrad joins you. As you silently begin to wash the dirt and sweat off each other’s bodies, something more than water slickens the space between your thighs. You guide his hand to the crease of your hip, praying those talented fingers will finally grant you release.
He leans back to observe your face. “Feeling quite bold tonight, are we?”
“I need you, James.”
“I know, darling. But I need you to take this seriously.”
A whine rumbles at the back of your throat as he steps out of the tub, his glorious ass on full display as he reaches for the towels. In quiet defeat, you turn the faucet off, watching the water circle the drain. What a fool you’ve been.
Conrad gently wraps a towel around your shoulders and helps you out of the shower, his touch a comforting anchor in the midst of vulnerability.
“What if your plan had backfired? You could have been captured — or worse…” his voice trails off, like he can’t bring himself to say it.
Because the mission’s success and your safe return home had been pure dumb luck. You replay the moment it all went to hell: Your target, a bureaucrat being held captive by a small crew of outlying militants, was left unguarded. You took advantage of the opportunity and succeeded in securing the abducted party. But you had compromised not only your own safety, but everyone else’s, in the process.
His voice drops as he nudges his nose against yours. “There is only one thing that matters to me in this life, and that is you, my precious girl.”
Conrad runs his thumb over your cheek, and your heart drops into your stomach as those crystal blue eyes look down at you with unwavering devotion. You don’t deserve him, and yet he is yours – completely.
“And I- I cannot bear the thought of something happening to you.”
“It won’t happen again. I promise,” you reply quietly, wanting to say more, yet realizing that your words aren’t enough. Not when you were so reckless.
“I want to believe you,” he murmurs against your lips before kissing you. It’s brief – much too brief – and you do your best to ignore the twinge of pain that jabs your heart as he walks away.
You’ll do whatever it takes to earn back his sacred trust. Taking a deep breath to compose yourself, you search the small armoire tucked in the corner of the motel bathroom for an item Conrad gifted you months ago as a peace offering. Finally, you find it: an embroidered beige negligee. The thin silk highlights the contours of your curves, and you delight in the way it skims over your damp skin as you walk into the bedroom.
Something akin to hope bubbles inside you because Conrad is waiting for you there, leaning against the pillows, long legs stretching across the bed and his bath towel slung low around his hips. The tense pinch between his brows softens as he notes what you’re wearing. He beckons you to him.
“Surely you’re not ready for sleep yet?” he teases as you lie down next to him, the scent of lavender soap intertwining with the heady, lingering smell of sex.
“I’m much too stimulated to sleep,” you admit with sigh, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
“Oh?” He rolls on top of you, pushing the hem of your nightgown above your hips before caging you between his arms. “We’ll have to do something about that then.”
“Are you sure I deserve it?” you ask, although you widen your hips in anticipation. Conrad settles between them, quickly discarding his towel. The soft amber light of the sconces above your bed highlights the expanse of muscles rippling beneath his taut, tanned skin. He looks at you through half-lidded eyes and you think you might break under the weight of his gaze.
“My love. This life we lead… it’s dangerous. Imperfect. That is what you don’t deserve.”
At times, it feels like you’re standing on the precipice of your own destruction. The love you possess for this gorgeous man consumes you like a raging wildfire, and you know it will inevitably leave a trail of ashes in its wake. You inhale, gliding your fingers across the sharp line of his cheekbone before curling your hand around the back of his neck.
“It’s the life I want – the life I choose. Every day,” you assure him. “Just as I choose you, James. Every day.”
Whatever he sees in your expression must convince him you’re telling the truth because, as he slowly guides himself inside you, he says,
“I believe you.”
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Hot Temper
James Conrad x fem!Reader
Summary: You are expecting Conrad to come to your tent by nightfall. When he does, things escalate pretty quickly.
Based on this lil' drabble (Part Two)!
Warnings: this is kinda steamy, swear words, smuttish, suggestive smut, dom!James Conrad? It's also a biiit dark.
Word Count: 1,2k
a/n: Well... This one is a small birthday present for my wonderful friend @fictive-sl0th ! ☺️ Happy belated Birthday, boo! ❤ I wish you all the best! Never forget how amazing you are, you awesome person, you! I'm so happy I can call you my friend. Love you! ❤
I really hope you like this! ☺️
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Your nerves were on edge after you collided with Captain Conrad in that heated argument a few hours ago; sizzling with anger and frustration - but also desire and lust. It was an ongoing battle within your system. Which side was going to win, you couldn't tell.
Now you sat on the cot inside your tent, literally staring holes into the flap which marked the entrance. The sinking sun bathed everything in an orange, red light; telling you that it was almost time. You've made good work the rest of the day in avoiding the asshole James Conrad was, but now, after returning to your tent for the night and knowing what was most likely going to happen, you wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on your body. It was strange, wasn't it? You never hated a man - a person, as much as you hated Captain Conrad, and yet he was all you ever desired. Either something was wrong with you, or you just liked hot guys with a shitty personality. You believed it was the second option, but who knew?
Narrowing your eyes, you switched on the lamp, standing on the ground beside your cot and took a look on your wrist watch. Time. It was time. Where is this son of a bitch? You thought. I swear, if he doesn't show up, I'll kick him in the- You weren't able to finish your thoughts, as the flap of the tent flew open, revealing the man you had waited for. The light of his lamp illuminated his stupid, handsome face. Cautiously - like a lion observing his prey, he graciously entered the tent, zipping the flap behind him shut. He hadn't been even a minute inside the tight space which was your tent, when you already felt it... The tension. Intense, angry and undeniably sexual. You were sure that it must be cuttable with a knife.
Not averting his eyes for even a second, James squatted down to place his lamp on the ground. The muscles in his thick thighs strained the fabric of his jeans, as he did so, spreading his legs almost sluttishly. Pathetic, you thought. Putting on a show. For what? To impress me? You had to suppress the scoff, which threatened to leave your lips. Instead, you opted for words. "You came. Why?" You asked nonchalantly, without any emotion. Just stating the facts. A grin spread on James's face, as he shook his head and licked his lips. A grin you wished, once again to sweep off his face. "You told me to, didn't you, Y/L/N? Can't you remember? Already suffering from memory loss?" You narrowed your eyes and leaned forwards in an almost threatening manner. "Careful, Conrad. Thin ice. Very thin ice. I would watch my mouth if I were you-" "Or what?" He interrupted you, spitefully. "Are you going to slap me again?" This time, you couldn't suppress the scoff to leave your mouth. Licking your lips, you chuckled. "You really enjoy this, don't you? Being an arrogant, selfish, annoying asshole? Driving people crazy?" Now it was James's turn to laugh you in the face. "I don't. I am not the one to blame, just because you have a short fuse - and that you find me irresistibly. All you want to do is fuck me, isn't it?"
And at those words, you saw red again; losing it. A low growl left your lips, before you lunged out - ready to slap him again. Your palm was mere inches away from hitting the skin of his cheek, when he caught your hand mid-air. His big hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, keeping you from hitting him. It caught you off guard. You didn't see that coming. "Nuh.Uh. Not this time, Y/L/N." The way he rolled your last name off his tongue - so deep, so dark, so sexy, caused your knees to almost buckle and you felt arousal flooding your veins. James used your moment of shock, of course, reached quickly for your other wrist and before you could even react, had he pinned you down on the cot with his strong, muscular body hovering above yours. Once your brain had caught up with what was going on, you started to squirm, trying to get free. A part of your brain screamed at you why the hell you were fighting back, because James was right. You wanted this. "Not so snappy anymore, are we?" Another growl left your lips, before your angry eyes locked with his goddamn beautiful baby blues. "Fuck you, Conrad!" You spat into his face; voice laced with venom. The man chuckled dangerously; licking his lips. "Don't worry, darling... You get what you want."
Demandingly, Conrad nudged your legs with his knees, commanding you to open them. You wanted to. Oh, of course you wanted to. So, you let your legs fall open for him to kneel in between them - what James immediately did. A breathless laugh escaped his mouth. "I knew it. This was all you wanted from the very beginning, isn't it? Me between your legs?" A strangled moan slipped past your lips at those words; unable to suppress it. "You are so needy for me, aren't you? Desperate for me to fucking ruin you." You couldn't even put in words how much this turned you on. It was pathetic. "Must be really exhausting to hate me, but at the same time wanting to fuck me. How I get you all hot and bothered just with one snap of my finger…" You weren't able to answer something. He had you. You were literal putty in his hands. "Am I right?" He asked, but you didn't answer, just averted your eyes. You hated the effect he had on you. Bu the Captain didn't like it, when somebody wasn't answering, when he had asked a question, so he gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger and made you look at him. "Am. I. Right?" He asked again, pointing out every word. As if to underline his words even more, he bucked his hips against yours, causing you to gasp. "Answer me." "Yes," you said between gritted teeth. "Good girl." As a reward, he leaned down, letting his lips hover above yours for a second - So close, so close. - before he connected them in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. After that kiss, you were gone. Lost in the man you actually despised so much. Or... Wanted to despise so much?
Teeth clashed together, tongues were intertwined, as you both tore at each other clothes, desperately trying to get them off. It wasn't about love or feelings, no. This sexual encounter was primal, needy and rough. Your hands raked all over James's bare, strong back; fingernails leaving red marks and scratches on their way, when he finally gifted you the pleasure you desired so much. The sound of skin colliding with skin was the only sound which filled the deadly silence of the night, accompanied with yours and James's whiny breathes and moans. You had awoken the animal within Captain Conrad - and you didn't regret it for even a second, when he ruined you for every man to follow.
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Against the Tide - Part I
Summary: Your life takes an unexpected turn as the leader of the biker gang that took over your town sets his eyes on you.
Warnings: unwanted touching, power imbalance, abusive undertones, more to be added as the series progresses.
Characters: Dark!Biker!James Conrad x F!Reader, Michael from Legion and Billy Lee from Bad Times at the El Royale (biker au)
A/N: I have taken a dive into newer territory and it’s such a thrilling experience. It’s a first I’m writing for James Conrad so please be gentle. I do dedicate this piece to one of my babies, @michelleleewise 💙 Belated Happy Birthday, dear. Also a belated happy birthday to @coldnique!!
As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope you guys enjoy! 💙
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You turn your head to face the back of the bar when you hear the commotion coming from the kitchen, the din of Melody’s angry voice mixing in with the clack of the pool balls from the other side of the bar and the music playing from the speakers. Luis, the new hire, must have messed up another customer’s order, probably burning the burger patties like he did last night.
You feel your phone buzz from your back pocket and pull off the simple black apron tied around your waist. Turning off your alarm, you peek from the kitchen window and tap your hand against the metal surface, a chuckle leaving your lips as you see Melody’s fuming face.
“What?!” She snarls and you only roll your eyes playfully at her rage.
“I’m taking my break.” You tell her, holding out your hand after. “Cigs.”
She pulls a pack from the back of her pocket and slaps it on your hand, giving her a playful wave with your fingers before looking at Luis and laughing at the way he frowns when Melody goes back to scolding him.
The summer night breeze is a welcome sensation when you step out of the bar and walk over to the side of the building where the cars and motorcycles of the patrons are parked. Tapping the pack against your palm you take the nicotine stick that slides free and tuck it between your lips.
Shaking the lighter, you flick your thumb against the small metal gear, watching the flame come to life and lighting the tip of the cigarette. You take a long drag, watching the embers eat at the roll of tobacco before huffing the smoke up into the air. A small sigh leaves your lips as you can’t help but contemplate what your life has become while watching the smoke form clouds around the full moon that shines in contrast to the dark sky.
All your life you’ve only been in Westmoor, never once venturing away from the small town, even if it’s just to visit the next one over. You once had plans of leaving the place you call home when you were a teenager, to abandon the miserable and abusive life you’ve come to know since you were born—your alcoholic father seeing you as a burden and your mother too afraid to fight back once he cracks his hand against your cheek.
You were free once your mother died from illness, running away from home and finding solace at Ol’ Sammy’s place. The old man treated you like you were his own, his wife, Eleanor, showering you with the love and affection you’ve never known. They’d even ward off your deadbeat father when he would storm up to their porch, demanding money you owed him for raising you.
You felt like you had a family in their presence but even so, your desire to leave just drew stronger. For there was truly nothing but hardship in this town. Yet no matter how hard you tried, saving every penny you can from years of working at Nick’s, leaving just seemed impossible.
Especially now with the gang of bikers that have seemingly taken over just about a year ago. Coming into town and claiming it as their own, with every resident scared for their lives as they shamelessly flaunt their power. They made it their job to make their presence known, terrorizing businesses and taking money for protection that isn’t needed. For no one comes to Westmoor to cause havoc, the only visitors being passersby and hunters during the fall.
The roar of a motorcycle pulls you from your thoughts and you stand rigid against the wall when you see the gang parking their bikes in front of you. You feel a chill run up your spine at their sudden appearance. It’s Wednesday and you know they’re not supposed to be here, Nick telling everyone at the bar when they’re scheduled to collect.
“Hey there, sugar,” Billy calls as soon as their engines die, the burly man getting off his bike and casually striding over to where you stand.
You do your best to keep your guard up, you know better than to face them alone. Rolling your eyes at Billy’s greeting, you drop your cigarette to the ground and stomp your foot on it to kill the embers before walking away. But a yelp of surprise leaves your lips when your pulled back, the air punching out of your lungs when your back hits the wall, eyes growing wide as Billy presses his hand against the concrete surface, trapping you.
“Leaving so soon?” He teases, the hair sitting over his lip moving in waves as he juts out his lips. “We just got here.”
“I’m done my break.” You say in annoyance, pressing your fists against his chest, trying to push him away. “Melody will be furious if I’m late.”
“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind you taking a couple more minutes if she knew you were with me.” His breath already reeks of alcohol, making your stomach turn as he leans closer to your face.
“That’s enough, Billy.”
Your spine tingles in fear when you hear James’ voice, Billy giving you another smirk, turning your head away when his fingers rub against your cheek when he pulls away from the wall.
Out of all the bikers, James is the one people fear the most. His calm demeanor is nothing but a front to his hidden rage. You’ve witnessed first hand when Richard, one of the bar patrons, beat him in a game of pool, the man never coming back to Nick’s after he was bedridden for almost a month.
He’s stopped drinking, his wife, Ingrid, said when you went over to their place to drop off a pie Eleanor made. But the brace around his neck and the bruises you saw decorating his face when Ingrid opened the door a little too wide said otherwise.
“You got a light?” James asks as he stands in front of you. You reach into your pocket and hold out the lighter, keeping your expression stoic when he cups your hand with both his, flicking the flame to life before lighting his nicotine stick.
You pull your hand back when he finishes, tucking the lighter back in your pocket and standing still as he takes a drag and huffs out the smoke, his blue eyes never leaving you.
“What are you doing out here all alone, dove?” He asks, his gaze lingering down your body before he meets your eyes again.
“I was on break.” You respond in a monotone voice. “Was just about to head back.”
“Is Nick in?”
“He called out. Said his wife is sick.”
“Is that so?” He chuckles, taking another puff of the cigarette, cringing when he blows the smoke at your chest. “I guess we came here for nothing, boys. Unless you can make it worth my while?” He asks and you quickly slip away when he leans in closer, your heart pounding hard against your chest when he grabs you all of a sudden. “And who gave you permission to leave?” You shiver at his tone, hushed yet menacing.
“I have to go back to work.” You reason, wincing as he tightens his hold on your wrist when you try to pull away. “You guys come in and have a drink, so your trip isn’t wasted.” You say in a rush, your voice shaking as you speak. “On the house, as much as you want. I’m sure Nick won’t mind.”
“C’mon, boss.” Billy interjects, his voice sounding like an excited little kid about to get a ice cream from the shop. “I also want to challenge Mikey to a game of pool.”
A grunt echoes at the side and you see James’ right hand man, Michael, standing and watching you impassively at the side. His tattoo-covered arms are crossed over his chest, his finger leisurely rubbing the base of the gun that hangs on his holster as if waiting for the opportunity to use it.
“Very well.” James groans and drops the half finished cigarette on the ground, releasing your hand all the same. “But you’ll be the one to serve us. No one else. Understood?” He demands.
You nod and quickly scurry away from him, your annoyance instantly flaring when Billy slaps his hand against your ass when you pass him.
The stuffy atmosphere is a welcome distraction as you walk back into the building. Melody stands behind the bar, the anger from earlier replaced with a smile. But as soon as she sees you, her lips slant and you know that she knows something isn’t right.
“What’s wrong?” She asks.
“Conrad and his minions are here.” You quickly tell Melody as you make your way at the back of the bar, the smile on her face quickly fading at your announcement.
“What are they doing here?” She whispers, turning her back when the boys enter the bar, helping you grab their drinks from the fridge.
“They’re looking for Nick.”
“Did you tell them he isn’t here?”
“I did but they won’t leave me alone.” You bite back, popping the caps of the bottles before setting them atop a round tray. “I told them they can have drinks, on the house.”
“What?! Are you stupid? Nick will be—”
“He’ll be happy that we kept them happy. You know how Conrad is.” You hiss, taking the tray. “And the last thing we need is for him to burn down the bar.”
“Fine.” She says in defeat. “I’ll try to call Nick, maybe he can make them go away.”
You don’t say anything. You already know as well as she and the whole town of Westmoor that it’s impossible to get rid of James and his men.
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Tom Hiddleston as Captain James Conrad in Kong: Skull Island (2017)
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Bind me || Conrad || Kinktober 2022 || 18+ ||
Part of my Kinktober Masterlist that you can find ~here~
My main Masterlist can be found ~~here~~
Summary: when you see that your husband is troubled by his time on Skull Island, you suggest doing something entertaining.
Warnings: bondage, smut, description of a sexy hiddleston character, scars and injuries?
You knew the moment you weren’t alone in the kitchen. Strong arms wrapped around your middle and your husband’s face nuzzled into your neck. With a giggle, you began to sway with him, your hands falling on top of his own as you hummed, “I didn’t think you’d be home until later.”
“After those few days on that god-forsaken island, I would very much prefer the comfort of my wife to any alcohol,” Conrad whispered, his arms tightening around you which earned him another of your giggles that he adored so much.
You hummed and turned in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and slowly dancing around the kitchen, “do you wish to forget?”
“God, yes,” Conrad whispered.
His hands slid down to your hips as you swayed them against his front, releasing a deep moan as one of your hands snaked down to cup his hardening length, “Y/N,” he whispered breathlessly, relishing in the sultry laugh you released at his desperate whisper.
You led him into the bedroom and shut the door behind you, walking him over to the bed and smiling when your eyes met. “Bind me, Captain,” you whispered, watching as his eyes sparked with interest and flicked around the room for possible ways to bind you.
His eyes returned to yours and he cupped your cheek as he whispered, “are you sure?”
You laughed and nodded, standing on your tip-toes to whisper in his ear, “I have wanted to ask this of you since before you left, my love, so yes.”
The Captain chuckled darkly and pushed you onto the bed, watching as your body made contact with the mattress and he caught your wrists, pulling them up above your head and as he pulled away, he whispered softly to you, “do not pull away, my beloved, I shall be right back.”
You nodded and watched as he walked away. You took this time to admire your husband properly. His golden-brown hair was brushed back perfectly, his muscles in his arms rising and falling as he pulled his shirt off and the sigh that he released once it was off was so arousing. Without it, you could see his abs and his pectorals which you loved to just sit and bite whenever you liked but you could also see the cuts and burns he earned on his journey to Skull Island, signs of battle he was not proud of.
That’s when it registered that he was walking back over to you and you faltered, finding his alluring blue eyes gazing down at you with a smug expression on his face. You flushed and looked away, unable to stare him right in the eye after all of the sinful thoughts that just filled your mind. Instead, you focused on his jaw and how it ticked when he realised that you weren’t looking at him.
You squealed when you felt something smoothe wrap around your wrists and when you looked up, you saw that it was your favourite tie that he owned; the green silk one. You moaned as he knotted the tie, making sure your wrists were also tied to the headboard so you had no hope of escaping from the bed.
“Now, my sweet, beautiful wife,” Conrad whispered, desire flooding his eyes as you shakily met them, “you’ll be a good girl for your captain, won’t you?”
“Yes, Captain,” you whispered, tugging on your bindings to test their durability and you moaned when you realised that they were firmly tied. “I will be your good girl,” you promised, watching as Conrad nodded with approval in his smile.
“Good girl,” he whispered before beginning to kiss down your body, smirking as you began to writhe and moan beneath him. The moment he met your weeping pussy, you knew that he was going to treat you properly. He lovingly spread your legs and when you looked at him, you saw the v-line which led to his glorious erect cock held in his hand. “Look what you do to me, Y/N,” Conrad whispered, meeting your eyes with a smirk, “you make me so desperate for you.”
You nodded and moaned as the Captain sunk his cock into your awaiting entrance and you tugged on your restraints eagerly, moaning at the weight of his cock buried inside you. “J-James!” you called, your eyebrows scrunching together in pleasure, your hips rolling against your husband’s pelvis.
Your husband tutted and you looked at him with a confused glance before you felt him leave you, whining at the loss of pleasure. Suddenly, you felt your ankle being grabbed by his long fingers and pulled to its maximum before another one of his ties was wrapped around it and the bottom bedpost, the same happening with the other.
“You are not permitted to move, darling,” James growled, crawling back onto the bed and sealing your lips into a kiss, groaning as he lined himself up and sunk back into your tight heat. “God, baby girl,” he whispered blissfully, “such a tight cunt, I missed this.”
The moment he sat up on his knees and began to thrust, your eyes fluttered shut and you moaned loudly, wishing you could move your legs to wrap around his waist to pull him closer to you or even your hands to be free so that you could run your nails through his perfect hair. Alas, you were stuck moaning and writhing on the bed, completely bound.
Your husband could have been sculpted by gods themselves, he looked so perfect like this, chasing his release with sweat beading on his brow but also you loved how his hand dipped down to circle your clit, ensuring you recieved pleasure from this too. You released a loud moan, throwing your head back as the pleasure rushed through you and you were unable to hold back.
“Fuck, James!” you swore, your back arching as your orgasm slowly began to creep up on you, feeling as it crept up your muscles in your leg, “I love this, James! Please, mmmn fuck, let me cum!”
“You wanna cum, pretty girl?” James hummed with a smirk, his fingers doubling their work on your clit as his thrusts became harder and yet, sloppier as he neared his end, “fuck, if only you knew what you did to me, baby.”
James leaned over you, staring into your eyes before catching your lips in a passionate kiss as his thrusts got sloppier and the attention on your clit got faster, practically throwing you towards your release.
“Cum with me, baby girl,” James growled, biting down gently on your lip, his eyes closed as he moaned, “cum with me.”
You didn’t need to be told again as your arms pulled against your restraints, your whole body seized and filled with pleasure and moans spilled freely from your mouth as James swore and came undone above you, roped of hot cum filling your desperate cunt.
“Well done, my love,” he whispered, cradling your cheeks with his hands before beginning to free you from the bed, “thank you.”
“Anytime,” you whispered tiredly, bringing your wrists down once they were free and rubbing them gently, “if I get a thorough fucking like that, I do not mind if it is a bit rough.”
James chuckled and freed your legs before leaving the bed and coming back with a wet cloth to clean you and also some creams to put on your wrists and ankles.
You smiled tiredly as you watched him work. You didn’t deserve such a loving husband.
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A wet, running Tom Hiddleston as Captain James Conrad!! Enjoy!#hiddlestoners #tomhiddleston #hiddleston #kongskullisland #jamesconrad
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Conrad tells you to get on your knees.
What’s he gonna do to you?
I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS FICTIONAL MAN. (Also, this has nothing to do with the series I’m working on. Just a drabble. Enjoy!)
Misconduct
Pairing: James Conrad x Reader
Word count: 788
Tags/Content: Bratty Behavior, Daddy Dom!Conrad, Smuttish
“What if your little ruse had backfired?”
The evening’s arduous recovery mission had been a success, although the extraction of your target had not gone according to plan. Conrad’s plan, that is.
In the heat of the moment, you’d implemented another course of action – admittedly a slightly more dangerous one – and, now that you’re back at the Saigon motel the two of you are currently operating out of, he’s finally letting his disappointment be known.
And it is exhilarating.
“They’re safe, James. Mission accomplished,” you reply nonchalantly, wrapping your arms around his waist as he shrugs off his holster. “Isn’t that all that matters?”
He huffs out an incredulous laugh, slowly walking the two of you back toward the bed – which is precisely where you want to be.
“Oh, darling. You disobeyed a direct order out there. You expect me to just forget that?”
There’s a hint of lingering frustration in his tone, and a rush of adrenaline surges through your body, your core throbbing in delightful anticipation of what’s to come.
“Yes, of course,” you say before running your tongue along the expanse of his beautiful neck, relishing in the salty taste of his skin and hoping your eager nips are enough to distract him from the fact your hands are hastily unfastening his belt buckle.
But it’s futile – Conrad immediately grasps your wrists, stopping your ministrations as he gives a gentle squeeze. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you?”
“I know I am.”
Your continued taunts prompt him to change course, pulling you away from the bed and pressing you back against the nearest wall. You’re not sure if it’s his heartbeat you feel against your chest or your own fighting wildly within the confines of your ribcage. You stare up into his eyes – any remaining glimmer of playfulness is gone, replaced by unabated lust.
“Why do you insist on being such a brat?”
“You love it.”
“That I do,” he muses, letting go of you. “But even brats must learn to follow the rules.”
“Now,” he pauses, his tongue darting across his bottom lip before his gaze narrows. He’s thinking of a punishment befitting your misconduct, and your breath hitches at the obscenity of it all. “Over there, on your knees.”
He motions to the foot of the bed, but you’re already following his command without hesitation.
“Any other requests, Captain?” you tease, glancing over your shoulder as Conrad snaps the belt from his hips in one fluid movement.
“Eyes straight ahead, love. And hands behind your back.”
Submitting to him like this comes to you as easy as breathing. It’s a partnership built on trust that works exceedingly well, both in and outside of the bedroom.
But you broke a sacred rule tonight, and now you must atone. Pleasure roils inside you like the wicked waves of a tempest as Conrad crouches behind you, fingertips ghosting down the length of your arms before swiftly looping his belt around your wrists.
When he’s done, he settles on the bed in front of you. Carefully, you test the strength of the leather binding, burning desire settling in your belly when you realize the knot is tighter than usual.
“My fierce, curious girl,” he laughs. “Would you like to hear the rules?”
Your brain short circuits with salacious possibility as the ache between your thighs intensifies, but you must make some sort of agreeable noise because Conrad smugly arches a brow as he rubs his palms along the top of his legs, observing you with a quiet wonder.
“You will not move – or touch me – until I say so. Is that clear?”
“Then what—”
“You’re going to watch.”
Conrad is certainly a sight to behold. The hazy light emitting from the bedside lamp creates a glowing aura around his godlike form, and shadows dance across the contours of his chiseled body as he widens his thighs. The way he commands the space, the confidence in his posture, the dominant energy filling what little space exists between you – it’s addictive.
“James, please.” It’s desperate, but so are you. You’ll say anything – do anything – if it means you get to touch him.
The subtle curve of his lips hints at a smile; he knows the power he wields over you. Conrad meticulously unbuttons his jeans, the two of you groaning in unison when he finally frees himself.
“Oh, don’t worry, darling,” he rasps, languidly stroking his cock. “I’m still going to make good use of that smart little mouth of yours.”
The confused expression on your face must intrigue him because he pauses his motions and leans down, his breath fanning over your heated skin as he whispers,
“Tonight, you’re going to talk me through it.”
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Taking just a short break from focusing on my Sam Claflin obsession to focus on my Tom Hiddleston obsession <3
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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! 😊
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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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Very important announcement!
I’m opening up requests for James Conrad! I’d like to grow his master list, so feel free to hit up my inbox with ideas! As usual, please keep it to fluff and smut only! 😁
Unfortunately, there is no ETA on any requests received!
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・ Conrad x ofc 3
‣ warnings: 18+ dark themes, smutty, dub/con, past trauma, mentions of domestic abuse, dom/sub, language
Conrad and Louise are interrupted at the cascades and protocol Viper is executed. Dirty secrets get revealed on both sides and someone leaves...
“Captain? Captain?“ a deep yell weaved past the many trees, slapping against the splashing cascades. Wilson’s agitated voice harshly interrupted whatever moment Louise and the Captain were having.
Conrad was quick to turn around, his broad muscled shoulders pushing Louise, making her feet slip on the wet ground.
“He’s coming. Go. Hide” he hissed, not caring about the gravelly pitch he was no longer keeping at bay for her. As if a strong switch within his mind was flipped.
But Louise was unsure if it happened due to her in retrospect quite tactless question or Wilson’s arrival. Her limbs hurt, vocal cords grunted when she stood up to follow the direction of Conrad’s signaling nod to the left.
Would Wilson really dare to come near with Conrad’s clothes scattered on the path?
Actually, she didn’t care.
“Captain? I have news” his sober as always voice crept through the soaking lianas covering the young lieutenant’s body in green.
“Did they find him?” Conrad immediately shot back, his tone rather a threat than an actual question.
Why was he in such a hurry to finish things off here, Louise wondered, rubbing her ankle that was luckily cooled by the cold, clear water. She hasn’t been on such outback missions before however, still knew that an infection or massive swelling had major consequences.
“Miller and Joán spotted him. We need you to execute protocol viper, Captain“.
Louise's nails dug deeper in her muscular calves, brain immediately flipping the pages of the missions protocols. 'Viper' was the final thrill, the main course of this mission and the big crescendo.
All in one.
“I will be right back. Ready the men, Miller looks fucked up already” he snarled through suddenly pesky splashing water.
His cocky mouth commanding with such a military coldness was painfully familiar to Louise, something she grew up with but there was one major divergence. One that kept her in place, knee-deep in the dirtier water
Conrad’s muscular frame rotated again, the semi erect cock sitting proudly enthroned between his thick thighs.
Louise shuddered the second her sore throat reminded her of how close he had been only a minute ago. How she found herself victim to a twisted consciousness.
Why the hell did she suck him… just like that?
Louise didn’t know and the fresh memories chewed on her grandeur. It would never happen again, the young woman spoke to herself like reciting a masochist mantra.
A ridiculous second later, her eyes were once again drawn to the defined ridges that formed his Adonis belt. Rare was a man with such beautiful physique and Louise had a curious nature to herself.
“Jackson, come out“ his moderated baritone weaved past the green before her soaked legs carried her out of the makeshift lair.
The young woman suddenly shuddered under his oceanic stare, her delicate arms slowly rising to cover her breasts. Very much to the irritation of her Captain who wasn't new to her anatomy anymore.
“Are you cold?“ she stopped, froze on the spot at the grain of affection in his military tone. Could he truly care about her after using the twisted areas of her mind that were utterly poisoned by the handsome man?
“Are you?“ she snapped, unsure how to react to such unexpected tenderness.
Louise's hazel gaze nervously switched between Conrad and the unique nature surrounding them. Until, however, she was glued to his manhood again, completely fazed by the happenings of the last quarter hour.
Her small nose scrunched for a second as her mind mulled over how she had even been capable of taking him in. Conrad was huge, wide and most of all relentless.
“No need to be a bitch. Get dressed and the fuck back to the camp“.
Nope, she thought, this man was indeed a mysterious kaleidoscope with crimson dominating his play.
What a pitty that red was her favorite color...
Louise wanted to protest when Conrad had told her to stay. But deep down the woman knew she would have most likely been a massive obstacle to the smooth flow of the mission.
Nevertheless, biding her time at the quite boring campsite with no one she liked around was a living hell. Taking a bottle of some red juice in one of the supply crests, she suddenly heard two male voices.
How convenient that the few idiots keeping watch had some tea to spill. The exact flavor Louise needed more of, needed to dive into and
Nearing them discreetly under the pretense of taking some photos of the breathtaking nature, Louise's ears were sharpened and ready to learn more.
“He's so fucking tense lately“ Wilson noted shaking his curly head.
“God, ya right. His bitch wasn't even ugly, bet a good lay“.
The young woman's brows furrowed in disgust, the wish to just leave growing steadily. 'Maybe there's something useful hiding in their dull minds' she thought forcing her skittish legs to hold position.
“You're talking about the Captain's wife, man. Guard your tongue or he'll cut it out“.
The other soldier chuckled amusedly, the hue of knowing something Wilson didn't sprawling in his husky voice.
“I heard them talking on the phone this morning, man“
Louise instantly stiffened, her subtle strides and squats to feign actual photographing lost their naturalness. They were still talking?
Of course they were.
“...she tabled that abuse thing again. “
The what?
Conrad was a domestic abuser?
Louise began to shake, feeling like a high rise had dropped down on her as the world began to spin. She was attracted to a man who hit a woman... she gave him head.
The young woman felt unwell, suddenly feeling her pulse point weaken. A last feeble “shit“ made it past her dry lips when she realized it was not the fucked up information that made her faint.
“Jackson?! Louise, wha-“ was the last noise she took in before hitting the ground, soft and comfortable unlike the syncope she tumbled in.
Rubbing her throat nervously, Louise's hazel eyes were still glassy as she looked around.
A soft breeze entered Conrad's tent brushing her wet skin like a good morning kiss in the afternoon. The last orange rays of sunshine resembled the few ginger strands in her hair as she got up, realizing it wasn't her own bed she had slept in.
Damning herself for drinking something unlabeled; a stupidity that could've brought her six feet under, Louise wanted nothing more than to leave.
Leave the tent of a sinister abuser she would probably allow to touch every inch of her body. Clenching her jaw the pictures of his tongue swirling around her nipples or his hand on her ass proofed she had already given him some kind of permission.
But the suave ways he began to occasionally unfold in her presence and as she saw now also his tent spoke a different volume.
Everything was neatly organized, even a few flowers lingered in a makeshift vase and a few personal things were spilled on a small table.
Not quite was you would expect from a mindless monster.
Nonetheless, her narrowed eyes couldn't help but continue scanning his stuff for something. Anything. Louise was unsure what she was really hoping to find as the woman snooped in her Captain's private tent.
'Come on. Give me anything' she muttered to herself, freezing on the spot as dull footsteps rushed past on the right.
And then she found it; a vintage compass with obviously labelled needles.
A beautiful piece she thought, her mind slipping off to her usual job and the contrasting high tech navigation systems she was trained to blindly read.
Curious hands picked it up, flipping and twisting the damp metal until the needles held still, letters on full display for her hazel gaze to inspect.
<; Ava Conrad > the one needle read. His wife's name.
The young woman felt helpless, unsure if it was pity what she should feel for Ava whereas the twisted part of her mind was...jealous?
Shaking her head violently, Louise tried to ban this unreasonable emotion. Jealousy was natural but surely not in this case.
Hell, she would never want a husband who carried on the legacy of her family...
< Forever yours > the second needle read before the man's voice she was currently hoping to hear least of all thundered outside.
Suddenly panting like crazy Louise scurried back on the bed, acting as innocent as possible with eyes still veiled by fresh fear.
“How are you, Jackson?“ Conrad asked as demurely as always before he snapped in either good or bad.
The woman struggled with looking at him while his analyzing gaze was eating her up, lurking for any reaction to interpret.
“Go- Good, I guess“ she stammered, finally hoisting her eyes, a darker shade of brown than usual.
The Captain wore this fever dream of a tight blue shirt, pushed up by his defined biceps when he crossed arms so weirdly accusing.
“In your file was nothing about an allergy to blackberries though“ he mused with this hoarse tone; a testament to the straining hours of executing protocol Viper.
Louise inhaled sharply, her knuckles turning white from the tension. And from holding his compass she had been unable to put back in time.
She stayed silent causing the predator of a man to circle her in a caging half moon of long strides.
“Open“
“What?“
“I said open“ he snapped, reaching out for her right arm when she flinched heavily, almost falling off the hard bed.
Conrad's gaze was suddenly painted by irritation, his steel blues menacingly narrowed and jaw clenched tightly.
“What did you do to Ava?“ Louise whispered to keep his privacy.
Why was beyond her knowledge. Men like him deserved nothing more than to be scolded and punished, not another woman to protect him.
His Adam's bobbed in disappointment as the Captain took a step back, the beautiful tan on his sharp cheeks giving way to a strange ivory.
The exhale took long, weighed heavy in the tense silence full of unasked questions and unspoken accusations.
Little did Louise know the half-heartedly discovered secrets were mutual.
“You have five seconds to hand back the fucking compass, Jackson“ Conrad rasped, looking up from the floor to pierce her deranged expression.
Biting her lip until it tore, Louise skittishly threw him the object of unsolved desire.
Only for the tall blonde to not catch it.
“I spoke to your father after they told me you had collapsed“ he began, nearing the shaking woman once again without a grain of resistance.
Now it was the young soldier whose face lost all kind of control and color. But not because he was close. Never because he neared.
“I- you what?“
“Mais non. C'est pas possible, he said“ Conrad's words felt like napalm contrasting with the sheer beauty of his voice delivering accent free French.
She was fucked and she knew it, averting her gaze from the man's strong pecks now practically colliding with her delicate cheek.
A veiny hand pumping intrigued blood flew across her arm, up to her collarbones that were still bruised from his hungry suckling days ago.
It all made sense to him now; her interest in Ava, the flinch when he came closer, the mistrust in her gorgeous eyes.
But James did not want that at all. It hurt to have this so very special woman think about him that wrong way.
“I can explain“ Louise offered with a voice as fragile as a young petal of an orchid.
The tall man sighed deeply, feeling the sting of his lungs as he fought to empty them completely. To retract any oxygen from his seething blood.
“There is one difference between us, Jackson... You just claim to know me while I actually know you“.
Louise felt her muscles wildly spasm, her head spinning with the richness of Conrads' voice and the fucked up meaning of his words.
She felt lost, helpless and still afraid. But also shamelessly drawn to the athletic Captain and sorry for Ava. It was a cocktail of toxins surging through her veins and mingling with errant hormones.
A drop of blood landed on her white top coaxing Conrad's pointer to gently wipe her torn lip.
“I told him you caused me no trouble“ he whispered, the notorious hue of tenderness returning to the man she had never thought would hurt someone outside of his duty.
But what truly let Louise's heart pump faster was the look in his blue eyes.
The man whose reputation was known as cold and efficient had acted knowingly as he talked to her dad. Probably, if she was lucky, Conrad had spared her from ugly happenings.
“Why did you do that?“
Squelching noises escaped his velvet looking lips as he pulled them in a strict, emotionless-looking line.
“Like I said. I know you, Louise. Or should I rather call you-“
“Captain? The whirlybird is on approach“ Wilson yelled past the tent, causing his boss to back off and eye the young woman with a rich expression she couldn't figure out.
The transport was for her, she knew it within a mere second of brushing his oceanic glance. It resembled the Atlantic the most she thought.
“I'm very sorry for the inconveniences I've caused“ she eventually muttered, the sentence sounding well practiced.
As if frequently used.
When her discouraged steps reached the exit of the tent, head hanging low Conrad had faced the compass that looked pretty well placed in all the dirt though.
The silent “You better be“ scarred the young woman's heart when she finally left the camp that meant so many memories with Captain James Conrad starring as leading role.
translation; Mais non. C'est pas possible. - No, that's impossible
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Against the Tide - Part IV
Summary: Your life takes an unexpected turn as the leader of the biker gang that took over your town sets his eyes on you.
Warnings: noncon/dubcon, physical abuse, graphic violence, coercion, and manipulation. Some may be added in the future but always prepare your flashlights.
Characters: Dark!Biker!James Conrad x F!Reader, Michael from Legion, Billy Lee from Bad Times at the El Royale, and Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak (biker au)
A/N: The weekend is finally here! I hope y'all have a blast and enjoy some rest.
As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope you guys enjoy! 💙
Against the Tide Masterlist
Days and nights pass by in slow monotony as your mind constantly rocks in and out of limbo. Your body is still feeling too weak from the beating your father bestowed upon you, that you consume nothing but hot broth and medication as you feel your stomach to be too fragile to take in anything more than what is provided; a fact you’ve proven after heaving the toast that Thomas brought you one morning.
The clothes you wore that fateful day are gone, replaced with a shirt that’s too big and underwear you know isn’t yours. You want to ask how this has come to be, who changed you while you were unconscious in the days past. But you don’t voice your concerns; you stopped doing so after being ignored so many times. Succumbing into the purgatory you’re bound into and hoping that, one day, you’ll be free to go home.
Thomas is the only anchor that settles you. Despite his silence unnerving you, his presence calms you—a familiar face in this foreign place. He’s the one nursing you back to health and tending to your wounds. And for that, you are thankful even if he is working for the enemy.
You stir awake one morning as the rays of the sun kiss your face. The heat is a welcome sensation as it pushes away the morning breeze seeping in through the windows. You blink away the sleepiness and groan as your shoulder throbs from lying too long on your side. Your throat, scratchy from being unused, uttering nothing more than a ‘thank you’ and a ‘good night’.
You look around to see any signs of Thomas, needing something to quench your dry throat. But as you try to push yourself from the bed, your body goes rigid when you feel an arm tighten around your waist, holding you down and preventing you from moving away.
“Where do you think you’re going?” James’ familiar voice, laced with sleep, brushes against your ear.
You don’t understand. Why is he here? Why is he sleeping beside you?
“You think I’d sleep somewhere else?” He groans as if reading your mind. “This is my room, remember? And this is my bed.” You keep still when he moves, pulling you flush against his chest and biting down on your tongue to stop yourself from making a sound when he takes a deep breath and nuzzles his face against the back of your neck. “And besides, the bed is big enough for two.”
The beating of your heart is the only thing you hear amidst the silence. Your hands ball into fists as James continues to press himself against your back, sweat beading at your forehead and your neck as the heat from his body, the blanket and the morning crowds you.
You try not to think, to ease yourself back to sleep, and hope that when you wake up once more, he’ll be gone and you’ll once more be alone. But your thoughts won’t quiet down, questions of why running around in circles, making your pulse climb higher and higher in a state of panic.
He’s far too close to your liking and you barely have any clothes on you. The blanket being of no use to shield you, to save you from the man on the bed. And your anxiety only seems to be spiking when you feel something hard press between your ass, a hum leaving James’ lips, his hot breath brushing against your shoulder as he pulls back only to push his erection once more against your ass.
The door suddenly opens and your eyes grow wide when you see Thomas standing at the threshold, a tray clasped in his hands, staring at the both of you on the bed. Shock is evident on his face and you silently plead for him to help you when he cautiously walks into the room.
“Boss,” Thomas intones, voice tight as he lays the tray atop the bedside table. “Th-e sher-iff is here t-to see you.”
“Tell him to wait, runt.” James drones. You squeak when he moves his hips once more, rubbing his clothed cock against your panties. “I’m still sleeping.” You hear him grin, your breath hitching when he runs his hand up against your side, the fabric of your nightshirt riding up along with his movements.
“He said he has to see you now.” Thomas pushes, his fingers flexing as he runs his eyes at the length of the bed, glancing quickly down at you before facing his boss once more. “Says it's urgent! Something about the rat.”
James’ hand stops its ascent and you feel the tension immediately thicken in the room. Thomas doesn’t move and neither does James, as if both men were engaging in a deadly stand-off. A small sense of relief then washes over you when the latter pulls away, the bed jostling at his sudden movements.
But a surprised yelp leaves your lips when his hand smacks against your ass as soon as he stands up, the rustle of fabric playing behind you, blanching as the thought that he was only in his underwear slips in your mind.
“You better be telling the truth, runt.” James sneers as he nears Thomas, the smaller man taking a step back when the other leans closer, his hand grabbing onto the collar of Thomas’ shirt. “Because if you’re not and this was some dumb ploy for you to cockblock me, it will be your blood staining my bike. Understood?”
Thomas nods and drops roughly on the ground when James shoves him, your body going rigid when your eyes meet the cerulean glare of the gang leader.
“You stay where you are, dove. I’ll be back as soon as that pig leaves.”
You only realize you were holding your breath when James finally leaves the room, tears prickling in your eyes as the fear of James being too close seeps out of your veins. You didn’t know what he would have done if Thomas hadn’t interrupted him and you thank your lucky stars that, despite being such a downfall for your childhood friend to join the notorious gang, you’re thankful for it all the same.
“Are you okay?” Thomas’ voice comes close and you nod as you take deep calming breaths, your hand latching on to his when he takes yours, squeezing his fingers as you try to find comfort in his touch. “I’m sorry I didn’t arrive sooner.”
“No—it’s okay.” You breathe, looking at your friend with a small smile before reaching over to wrap your arms around him. “Thank you for helping me. Really. Thank you.”
“I haven’t been much help lately and I’m sorry for that too.” He mumbles against your shoulder as he hugs you back, leaning your head against his as he runs his hand up and down your back. The gesture soothing you. “Eleanor passed by last night when Conrad was asleep.”
Your ears pique upon hearing her name, pulling away from the hug to face Thomas with curiosity.
“She wanted me to give you this.” He pulls back all the same and reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a silver object that has your eyes widening at the sight of it. Immediately, you take it from his grasp. “She said it gives you comfort every time Sammy is taken to the hospital and hopes that it gives you comfort while you’re here.” You feel your tears brimming in your eyes once more and you quickly wipe them away before they roll down your face.
Sammy gave you his old lighter a week after he and Eleanor took you into their home. Told you how lucky it was for the many times he’s lost it and found it again, adding that it would bring you the same luck it gave him. It was the thing that made you feel safe at night, thinking it to be a weapon to use against your enemies, against your drunk-beat father.
And even when Sammy can no longer fix it, a frown on his face when he told you that it was dead, you still kept it. Not because of the luck he kept saying it has but because such a mundane thing was the first present you ever got in your life, given by the man who had no business to care for you yet treated you as his own.
“That means I’m still in town?” You ask, clutching tightly on the silver contraption.
“We are, but at the outskirts,” Thomas confirms, yet apprehension paints his features. “Sammy and Eleanor only knew you were here because Sammy followed your truck when Billy was driving it.”
You want to ask what James did when he saw Sammy at his doorstep and if he and Eleanor are safe and unbothered by the gang or even your father. But you hold your tongue, not wanting to spook Thomas now that he was talking.
You’ll ask again another time or wait for him to willingly give out any information. You’ve gone so long without asking, what’re a couple more days?
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The text of the novel you’ve been reading since the afternoon begins blending with each other. You’re unsure if it’s because of exhaustion or the sense of unease that slowly creeps up your skin. Purple and orange hues paint the sky, a picturesque view framed by your window, signaling the descent of the sun and the arrival of nighttime, and with it, James.
He never came back after that morning, leaving you on your own much to your relief. But each time you hear a murmur coming from the main room or a creak of the floorboards, the hair on your body stands in alert, his subtle threat of returning still lingering around you along with the unwanted sensation of James’ touch.
Still, you try to focus on the inscription on the pages, saying the words softly under your breath to ease your anxiety. But it’s no use. There is no calm to be had in this godforsaken place littered with the devil’s apostles. Only uncertainty and fear, unanswered questions if you will live to see another day or wake up amongst the dead.
Giving up, you place the hardbound atop the side table and lay down on the bed, tucking yourself tightly with the blanket even as the hot summer air fills the room, making the space stuffy and too warm for your liking. Nonetheless, the humidity won’t stop you from protecting yourself and keeping the gang leader at bay.
You force yourself to sleep, waiting for the night to completely take over and shroud your—no, James’—room in darkness.
The minutes bleed into hours and your eyes eventually start to droop, the rhythm of your heart slowly on its march as sleep consumes you, taking you into the vast oblivion. You wish for a dreamless slumber, to not see the faces of the people that haunt you while awake—your deadbeat father and James Conrad and his goonies.
Your body suddenly shakes and you jolt awake, eyes blinking wildly as you try to regain any sense of coherence. You yelp in surprise when James’ face comes into view, inches away from your own, and you push yourself against the headboard, holding up the blanket to cover yourself.
“Get dressed.” He says, a playful smirk on his face.
Articles of clothing are then tossed on the bed, your eyes drifting to them. Your own clothes. The one you wore at the general store—all clean and void of any blood.
“What?” You ask curiously, your guard still up as James stands idly by the bed.
“I said get dressed. We’re going somewhere.”
You look around, the room is still bathed in darkness except for the light coming in through the open bedroom door.
“Wh-where are we g-going?” You stutter, reaching for the clothes on the bed and clutching them against your chest.
“It’s a surprise, dove.” A smirk forms on his lips, the mattress dipping from his weight when he takes a seat. You flinch when he leans closer, his hand pressing gently against your cheek, slipping it lower to grab your chin and making you face him. “And I know you’re going to love it.”
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