#dark james conrad
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𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as violence, blood, mentions of cheating, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Your suspicions lead to a discovery you'll never forget. (Part of the Illuminate AU)
Characters: James Conrad
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“Be careful,” you gird as James grabs his suitcase, his black wool coat buttoned up under his grey scarf, “the roads are awful. Are you sure you can’t delay?”
You cross your arms and shiver as the frigid winter seeps in around the front door behind him. He gives a mournful shake of his head. He looks gaunt and ashen, a feat for someone with his bone structure. He makes himself smile and steps towards you, cradling the back of your head as he draws you close to kiss your forehead.
You close your eyes and tilt your head up, claiming a kiss on the mouth too. He pulls you close, embracing you tightly. You feel him tense before he lets you go. Your anxiety heightens as you retract and look him up and down.
It isn’t unusual for him to travel for work, you knew that when accepted the job, and you can’t complain for the profit of his efforts. Yet, the last few times, you’ve had this uneasy feeling. A little voice that keeps whispering to you that something is amiss. There’s something you’re not being told.
“I will,” he avows, “love you.”
“Love you too,” you echo on impulse. You mean it but that doubt nips inside of you.
“I’ll call…” he says, “please, don’t worry too much about me.”
“I always worry,” now that is true.
“Stay in tonight,” he says as he tucks his gloves into his pocket and hooks his finger through his keys, “it’s cold.”
“Trust me, I won’t be out,” you scoff, “bye babe.”
“Bye,” he says reticently, unable to restrain a twiddle in his fingers.
He faces the door and lets himself out. You follow behind him as he pulls the door shut and you push on it to make sure it catches. You hover your hand on the lock and watch him through the slender pane of glass set into the door. He looks back as he gets to the car, raising his hand in a half-hearted wave.
He could cancel, couldn’t he? Say the weather was too much, the roads icy. He should be able to and he hardly seems eager to go. Or perhaps, only guilty…
You can’t wait another month for your answer. You back away from the door without locking it and take out your phone. You pull up the app and see the little dot in your driveway, backing out slowly. You shouldn’t have done it, you shouldn’t have slipped the tag in his bag, but you know you won’t sleep either way.
You’ll wait ten minutes before you leave. You slide open the closet and pull out your jacket and boots. You’ll have to keep your distance, try not to catch up. If he gets to the interstate, you’ll turn back. You’ll know then if he’s lying or not.
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The sky darkens quickly. With your headlights off, it's even more umbrous. A full moon is expected and would help illuminate the road if it even deigns to emerge from behind the clouds.
You follow the dot on your phone, driving slowly to keep a safe distance, to not be seen. Your husband's care turns away from the interstate and your dread mounts. He doesn't head for the country roads either.
It's only as you take the next turn and hit gravel that you realise exactly where you are. You're headed into the industrial district. What a choice for a hookup. You're convinced now.
You dim the screen of your phone as the dot of the airtag blinks closer and closer in the app. You steer slowly over the stony lot past one of the block factories and past an inactive smokestack. You stop just as you spot the idling tail lights of James’ car.
You shut off your engine and watch as he does the same. You watch him through the darkness, the pillow clouds of the winter’s night casting him in ominous shadows. He gets out, his tall silhouette slightly hunched as he nearly staggers forward. He shakes his head as if he’s dizzy.
He nears the large building before him, soft light radiating around the crack of the large metal door. You note that he doesn’t bring his bag from the back seat. You already know this isn’t business, but that’s all the proof you need to sink into your despair.
You watch as the tall metal door slides back from within and he dips his head as he’s greeted by another figure within. You see only her outline. Her. You shudder and tear your gaze away, staring at the stone on your finger. You hear the heavy shift of the door as it rolls shut, clanging as it’s locked from the other side.
Fuck. What now? You know what he’s been up to but you don’t have a plan beyond that. Do you drive home and cry into a glass of wine? Do you get out and confront him? Tell him not to come back.
Suddenly, the world brightens around you as the layers of clouds recede and reveal the full face of the moon. The silver light beams down and shines on James’ car and the front of the dingy white industrial building.
Your eyes sting as you find yourself paralysed. Go back or forward. You don’t know what way to go.
A starling growl rips through the whistling wind and jars you. You look around, horrified by the noise, something eerie you can’t place. A wolf? Around here? You grip the wheel tight as your eyes return to the dented facade of the abandoned factory.
Your inaction, your indecision holds you there. Deep down, you didn’t want to believe. You couldn’t. You love James so much that maybe you can get through this.
Your hopeless thoughts are interrupted by the sudden shatter of glass. Shocked, you look up to the rain of shards as they fall from the second story of the building. A dark shape plummets from the height and heaps onto the ground, twitching. Oh god, it can’t be!
You lean forward, trying to see if the figure is still moving. Is it a person? Is it him? That fear submerges you and cuts through your hurt and anger. You get out without another doubt, leaving the car door open and you race towards the puffing body on the ground.
As you near, you slow, stopping just a few feet away as you realise it can’t possibly be your husband. It isn’t even human. The… creature raises its head, sniffing with its long snout as it bears its teeth with a ravenous snarl. Its silver eyes meet yours as you stumble back in terror.
What is that?
You shriek as it plants its feet and rises. You step backwards, twisting on your heel as you hurl yourself back towards your car. You run without looking back, hearing that thing pursuing you with its gritty breaths and crashing paws. No, no, no!
You pant as your shoulder hits the door of your car. You barely keep it from closing full and pull it back. As you do, you feel a fiery rip through your flesh, right down the back of your leg, ripping through your muscle. You kick back and launch yourself into the front seat.
You turn and pull the door shut, catching the wolfish monster’s head between it and the metal frame. You cling to the door as it snaps its jaw at you, growling and slobbering your leg throbs hotly. You shift the door and inch and pull it shut, slamming it against the beast's neck. It yelps and as it recoils and you let up enough for it to reel back in the dirt.
You quickly lock the doors and the windows and face the wheel. Your leg is almost impossible to control as it shakes, slick with blood as it seeps through your jeans. You’re dizzy as you feel your strength draining fast.
You won’t make it far if you don’t stem the flow. Fast! The beast hops onto your hood, its claws denting it as it hammers on the metal. You take your scarf from around your neck and tie it above your knee, tight, then tear away the dangling patch of your jeans to wrap the gash down your calf.
You shake as you sit back and turn the keys in the slot. You feel the fire radiating up your thigh, like your veins are filling with acid. The creature bends back the corner of your hood and the rumble of your engine dies as it buries its dagger-like claws into it. Fuck!
The monster turns its silver irises back on you, breath puffing as it watches you through the windshield. It spins and raises its paws, bringing them down on the glass, sending a spider web of cracks through it. It rears back again but before it can bring down the shattering hit, a blur swipes it off the front of the car.
You hear snarling and snapping. You squint as the edges of your vision blur. You’re losing too much blood. You can feel the world fading from you.
You glance over as another lupine creature tangles with the first. They’re fighting, rolling in the dirt and snow, thrashing and biting. Your head lolls back against the seat and your gaze wanders over to the building as you resign yourself to the weakness dragging your eyelids down.
In your final moments, worry bubbles over and pangs in your chest. That beast. James was inside, had it hurt him too? Is he still alive?
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The world pulses around you, just on the other side of your unconscious. Blustering gales pound against metal, sweeping through and glossing over your raw cheeks. The rest of you is enshrined in ice, the dull hum of hot air blowing from something electric.
Your nose is dry and your lips are crackly, your body bound in achy knots. Your leg is emblazoned in fire as you quake, the frigid cold invading your very person. You cling to the blanket cocooned around you, groaning as your eyelids slowly lift.
There’s something musty in the air, a smell that makes your stomach churn. And your dry tongue is stained with the residue of something vile, metallic and visceral. You swallow and cough, rattling as you’re certain the pungent scent of blood is your own.
Visions of your wolfish attacker return to you and have you whining. Is this death? Purgatory perhaps. The high ceilings and iron rafters watching over you, a moon wrought in similar material hanging at one end of large space, with hands that tick like a clock, the words waxing and waning twisted on each side of the frame.
You cough again, a hoarse deep crackle that catches in your throat. You hear something, the soft clang of metal under rubber, soles nearing you as a shadow looms along your peripheral. A hush that hisses before a stolid heat spreads across your forehead.
“Shhhhh, honey,” James’ voice comforts you as it drawls like syrup, “don’t move, alright?”
He comes around the other side of the couch you lay on, his features narrowing in and out of focus. He drags close a chair and sits near you, taking your hand in his, doting on it as he kisses your knuckles. He tilts his head to press his brow to your fingers, as if praying.
“I’m sorry,” he utters, “I tried…”
“James,” you croak, “what…”
“I think… I don't think I was too late,” he doesn’t raise his head, “but I don’t know if it was the right thing.”
“Please,” you rasp.
“The moon wasn’t gone yet, it wasn’t…” He murmurs, “I wasn’t too late…”
You don’t understand his ramblings. He rocks as he clings to your hands, raising his head as his eyes glisten. He watches you, terrified and ashen. He leans in and stands slightly to place a kiss on your forehead.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he cradles your cheek, “this is what I never wanted…”
“You…” you close your eyes and remember, “lied?”
“I had to,” he says, “to protect you. To try– if you knew what I am–” he stops himself. He shifts, the chair legs scraping, and you feel the blanket tug up your legs. You shiver as he moves your legs. He unwraps it from the fabric rolled around it. He lets his thumb trace up the scabbed skin and lets out another shaky breath, “it worked…”
“What is going on?” You hiss and snap your eyes open, whimpering as you try to rip your leg away from his touch.
“Oh, no,” he pulls back and puts his head in his hands, “oh, sweetheart, I don’t know… I never wanted you to hate me–”
You wince as metal rumbles, clattering loudly behind him, revealing a grey winter morning and letting in a virulent gust. James stands, nearly toppling the chair, and faces the new arrival. He squares his shoulder, a formidable man even without his posturing.
“You!” He snarls, “shut the damn door!”
“Huh?” The female responds with a grunt, “good morning to you too–”
“You fucking idiot!” He storms towards her just as she slides the door shut, the echo of it hitting the frame rattles you. And his timbre. You've never heard him so angry, or even speak like that. “You— You—”
You see the woman, a blond much shorter than him, but unintimidated by his advance. Her blonde hair is tinged scarlet at the ends, something red caked down her chest, shamelessly peeking out from beneath her shredded attire. She puts her hands on her hips as she faces him boldly.
“What?” She challenges, eyes wandering to you, “oh… who’s this, Conrad?”
He sneers and steps into her line of sight, “my wife. Who you scratched–”
“I… I did?” She scoffs.
“Fuck off, Yelena,” he shoves her, “don’t play fucking stupid with me.”
“Oh, you want to be a bitch?” She retorts, “what happened to pack rules. We don’t touch each other.”
“You were going to kill her–” Your head spins at their conversation. What are they talking about?
“She shouldn’t have been here!”
You hug the blanket as your teeth chatter. Kill you? Flashes of dark fur, the grind of bending metal, the hiss of the engine as it dies, and the beastly silver eyes. No, it can’t be.
“What are you?” You whisper.
Their argument quiets and the both turn to you, faces shadowed with guilt. The woman, Yelena, he called her, glances at him from the corner of her eyes. His shoulders drop and he hangs his head.
“She is still alive,” she comments. “Maybe I didn’t cut very deep.”
“Deep enough,” he shakes his head, “I had to…” he can’t finish the sentence. She frowns and pats his back, “you saved her life. You did what you had to and…” she smirks, “it isn’t so bad.”
“Speak for yourself,” he growls and shrugs her off.
He crosses to you again and resumes his seat. You watch him, speechless with confusing. You put your hands to the stiff cushion under you and push yourself up. You grunt at the effort it takes and your eyes find the ripple gash along the back of your leg. You stare at the crackly brown scabbing.
“How long…” you wonder.
“Ten hours. Look, I’ll explain but–”
Ten hours. A cute that serious couldn't heal that quickly. That's impossible.
The large door rolls open again. He cringes and his forehead lines with frustration at the interruption. You strain to see past him as a couple enters, the man striding nonchalantly, buck naked as a woman follows wrapped in a plaid blanket. She’s disheveled as he brazenly taps her ass, urging her ahead of him before he slides the door shut with an effortless nudge.
“Of course, Jesus,” James looks back over his shoulder, “Kraven, put something on. The fuck. What happened to not drawing attention?”
“Mm, it’s nice out,” the other man, Kraven grins, curling his arm around the woman who seems less than comforted by his embrace. She looks exhausted. “Oh, and who is this? So worried for me bringing back stragglers?”
James rolls his eyes and looks back to you. He’s quiet as he gives you a helpless expression. He stands and leans over you, keeping his voice low, “I’ll explain when it’s not chaos.”
He tries to press a kiss to your forehead but you turn your head so he can only peck your temple. Explain what? Who are these people? Where is she? The woman who must’ve drawn him into all this.
James crosses the room and snatches up another blanket, throwing it at the naked man. “A bit of decency.”
“Hey, this is my home,” Kraven snips.
The woman grabs the blanket as it drapes from his shoulder and she puts it around his waist, knotting it at the top. He lets her, unbothered entirely. He bends his head side to side, cracking the tension from it.
“Where’s the fucking coffee?”
“Language,” James warns as he looms before you.
“Kettle’s boiling,” an unfamiliar voice squeaks and another woman appears from the edge of the room. You have no idea where she came from.
Your head is pounding from the building wall of sounds around you. You hear the kettles now, heating up slowly, and the blasting blow of the electric heater, the wailing winds, the pulsing of heartbeats all around you. You cover your ears and cry out, “be quiet!”
“Ah, I see, a new friend,” Kraven muses.
“His wife,” Yelena explains.
“Another?” The quiet woman who drifts like a ghost adds.
“What happened to not shitting where you eat?” Yelena snips, “am I the only one who doesn’t bring their scraps home?”
“What scraps?” A voice comes from above and you peer up at a dark-haired man watching from the second level.
“Ah, don’t start, thrall-fucker,” Yelena sneers up at the man. The woman who stands near the shaking kettle looks away guiltily as the couple wrapped in blankets peek at her. Yelena chuckles, “oh, you didn’t know?”
“Quietttttttt,” another voice adds to the chaos as a tall blonde man appears at the top of the stairs, “she is sleeping.”
“Mm, and his precious little doll,” Yelena mumbles as she blows a raspberry. “When did you all get so goddamn cheesy?”
The kettle suddenly whistles, carving a cavern in your skull. You cover your ears and writhes, screaming again. Everything needs to stop!
“Enough!” James hollers, “Belova, Kemp, Kraven, Warlock, here. The rest, go!”
The room stills. The exchanges of looks, some amused, others skeptical, a few frightened. The woman in the blanket moves first as the man taps her arm, then the woman near the kettle follows her up the stairs as the tall blond descends past them and the dark-haired man above makes his way down without urgency.
Several doors above close as you look at those who remain. Yelena, that man Kraven, and the two other men. James turns to you, “Yelena, make my wife a coffee as I sort this out.”
“Is she dying?” The dark-haired man in wooly sweater asks. The other smells the air and his narrow eyes focus on you.
“She’s turning,” the blond declares.
“She is my wife,” James puts his hand up, “alright, so let me goddamn explain this to her.”
A few shrugs but no real response. Yelena pours the water that sounds like a tidal wave to you. James stands behind the armchair as he watches you.
“Look, this isn’t easy so I will be entirely clear. That… wolf you saw last night was Yelena, that woman there. And the other, if you recall, that…” his throat bobs, “was me. And these others, Kraven,” he gestures to the bare-chested man, “Adam,” the tall blond, “and Steve,” the man with the dark swoop of hair, “are the same. All cursed. Like me and now, you.”
“What–”
“I had to… you would die if I didn’t–”
You look at the ceiling, searching as your heart flutters. You don’t understand. It’s somehow not as bad yet worse than what you feared. He’s not cheating but he lied to you all the same. And now… if he had just told you, you wouldn’t have come. But would you have believed him?
Your eyes fall upon the metal-moon hung on the wall, the long arms marking the phases of the moon. Last night was a full moon…
“You’re…”
“A monster,” James confirms, “I’m very sorry. I couldn’t tell you. Maybe I should’ve tried…” he sighs and sits again, taking your hand, “I won’t ask forgiveness, it is entirely selfish to put this on you, but you will not be alone. Or judged. We only do what we must to survive.”
“What you must… you…”
“There are simple rules. When the moon is full, you’ll change. You can’t stop it but you must heed it. If you do not feed by sunrise,” he pauses and takes a breath. Yelena approaches with a mug and you take it dumbly, unsure what else to do, “then you die. It’s us or them.”
Your eyes gloss and you shake your head. What does that mean? You know, but…
“Last night…” you eke out.
“It wasn’t much,” he squeezes your free hand, “enough to keep you alive. With me.”
He has the sense to look mortified. You wiggle your hand free and turn your head. You can’t look at him. It’s not just what he’s done to you, but the thought of what he’s done to others, and what he’ll continue to do. What he wants you to do. What you have to do.
You swallow and stare at the black depths of your coffee. You feel your audience watching you. These beasts.
“I want to go home,” you murmur.
“Alright, I’ll take you…” he agrees softly.
“Now,” you demand, “away from these monsters.”
“Ha, you’re one of us–” Kraven begins.
“Shut up,” Adam barks at him, “James, we understand. Take her home. You are always welcome for the moon.”
“Wow, dinner and a show,” Steve snickers, “pretty good night if you ask me.”
Their casual attitudes are callous in your ears. Is this what you’ll become? Apathetic? Inhuman?
Last night, you were ready to do anything to keep your husband. You were even going to forgive him for straying from your marriage. But this, you don’t know if you can ever get past this.
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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! 💙
Against the Tide Masterlist
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.
#james conrad#captain james conrad#james conrad x reader#dark james conrad#dark!james conrad#biker au#against the tide#kong skull island au#james conrad au#coconut bun stories
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Against the Tide Masterlist
Dark!Biker!James Conrad x F!Reader
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, graphic violence, physical abuse, power imbalance, manipulation, coercion.
A/N: Moodboard by the main bae @mochie85
Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV
Part V
Part VI coming soon
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Oh look it’s the clip from this show that made me 1000000 times gayer that got me to fully hyperfixate on the notion that these two are probably fucking this show!
I MEAN
Just LOOK AT THEM
The soft lil “come on buddy”
The absolutely unwavering faith Artemus has in Jim that he’s not even phased to find that Jim is hovering over him when he wakes up? UGH
LOOK AT THEMMM 💕
#I’m so normal about these two it’s crazy don’t even look at me#yes I recorded this in the dark on my laptop what of it??#Artemus Gordon#James west#Jim/artie#Jim/artemus#the wild Wild West#wild Wild West#Ross martin#Robert Conrad#www#twww#the night of the emir#tnot emir#1x18
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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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if i had a nickel for every time i found out the guy who plays jonathan brewster is in a movie ive liked for a while after watching arsenic and old lace i’d have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird it happened twice
#arsenic and old lace#the old dark house#under the red robe 1937#conrad veidt#gloria stuart#james whale#jonathan brewster#raymond massey
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BOOM! announces Hello Darkness, a new ongoing horror anthology featuring the best in modern horror
BOOM! announces Hello Darkness, a new ongoing #horror anthology featuring the best in modern horror #comics #comicbooks
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#andy lanning#becky cloonan#boom studios#brian azzarello#comic books#Comics#cullen bunn#francesco francavilla#garth ennis#genevieve valentine#hellow darkness#horror#james tynion iv#john arcudi#jude ellison s. doyle#letizia cadonici#Liana Kangas#marguerite bennett#martin morazzo#michael conrad#r.l. stine#ryan sook#sarah andersen#sarah gailey#sas milledge#steve orlando#trevor hairsine#vanesa r. del rey#werther dell&039;edera
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Horror Anthology "Hello Darkness" Announced at BOOM! Studios
BOOM! Studios has announced a new ongoing horror anthology series titled Hello Darkness. The anthology will contain stories from R.L. Stine, Francesco Francavilla, Garth Ennis, Becky Cloonan, James Tynion IV, Werther Dell’Edera, Brian Azzarello, Vanesa R. Del Rey, John Arcudi, Ryan Sook, Cullen Bunn, Sas Milledge, Sarah Gailey, Liana Kangas, Marguerite Bennett, Michael Conrad, Martín Morazzo, Andy Lanning, Trevor Hairsine, Steve Orlando, Genevieve Valentine, Jude Ellison S. Doyle, Letizia Cadonici, Sarah Andersen, and more.
Hello Darkness #1 goes on sale on July 24, 2024. The issue sports a main cover by Paolo Rivera and variant covers by Jenny Frison and Peach Momoko.
(Image via BOOM! Studios - Paolo Rivera's Cover of Hello Darkness #1)
#hello darkness#horror anthology#boom! studios#paolo rivera#rl stine#francesco francavilla#garth ennis#becky cloonan#james tynion iv#werther dell'edera#brian azzarello#vanesa r del rey#john arcudi#ryan sook#cullen bunn#sas milledge#sarah gailey#liana kangas#marguerite bennett#michael conrad#martin morazzo#andy lanning#trevor hairsine#steve orlando#genevieve valentine#jude ellison s doyle#letizia cadonici#sarah andersen#TGCLiz
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Congrats to the ultimate winner of the Hot & Vintage Movie Men Tournament, Mr. Toshiro Mifune! May he live happily and well where the sun always shines, enjoying the glories of a battle hard fought.
A loving farewell to all of our previous contestants, who are now banished to the shadow realm and all its dark joys and whispered horrors—I hear there's a picnic on the village green today. If you want to remember the fallen heroes, you can find them all beneath the cut.
What happens next? I'll be taking a break of two weeks to rest from this and prep for the Hot & Vintage Ladies Tournament. I'll still be around but only minimally, posting a few last odes to the hot men before transitioning into a little early ladies content, just like I did with this last tournament. The submission form for the Hot & Vintage Ladies tournament will remain up for one more week (closing February 21st), so get your submissions in for that asap! Once the form closes, there will be one more week of break. The first round of the Hot & Vintage Ladies Tournament will be posted on February 29th, as Leap Year Day seems like a fitting allusion to leaping into these ladies' arms.
Thanks for being here! Enjoy the two weeks off, and send me some great propaganda.
In order of the last round they survived—
ROUND ONE HOTTIES:
Richard Burton
Tony Curtis
Red Skelton
Keir Dullea
Jack Lemmon
Kirk Douglas
Marcello Mastroianni
Jean-Pierre Cassel
Robert Wagner
James Garner
James Coburn
Rex Harrison
George Chakiris
Dean Martin
Sean Connery
Tab Hunter
Howard Keel
James Mason
Steve McQueen
George Peppard
Elvis Presley
Rudolph Valentino
Joseph Schildkraut
Ray Milland
Claude Rains
John Wayne
William Holden
Douglas Fairbanks Sr.
Harold Lloyd
Charlie Chaplin
John Gilbert
Ramon Novarro
Slim Thompson
John Barrymore
Edward G. Robinson
William Powell
Leslie Howard
Peter Lawford
Mel Ferrer
Joseph Cotten
Keye Luke
Ivan Mosjoukine
Spencer Tracy
Felix Bressart
Ronald Reagan (here to be dunked on)
Peter Lorre
Bob Hope
Paul Muni
Cornel Wilde
John Garfield
Cantinflas
Henry Fonda
Robert Mitchum
Van Johnson
José Ferrer
Robert Preston
Jack Benny
Fredric March
Gene Autry
Alec Guinness
Fayard Nicholas
Ray Bolger
Orson Welles
Mickey Rooney
Glenn Ford
James Cagney
ROUND TWO SWOONERS:
Dick Van Dyke
James Edwards
Sammy Davis Jr.
Alain Delon
Peter O'Toole
Robert Redford
Charlton Heston
Cesar Romero
Noble Johnson
Lex Barker
David Niven
Robert Earl Jones
Turhan Bey
Bela Lugosi
Donald O'Connor
Carman Newsome
Oscar Micheaux
Benson Fong
Clint Eastwood
Sabu Dastagir
Rex Ingram
Burt Lancaster
Paul Newman
Montgomery Clift
Fred Astaire
Boris Karloff
Gilbert Roland
Peter Cushing
Frank Sinatra
Harold Nicholas
Guy Madison
Danny Kaye
John Carradine
Ricardo Montalbán
Bing Crosby
ROUND THREE SMOKESHOWS:
Marlon Brando
Anthony Perkins
Michael Redgrave
Gary Cooper
Conrad Veidt
Ronald Colman
Rock Hudson
Basil Rathbone
Laurence Olivier
Christopher Plummer
Johnny Weismuller
Clark Gable
Fernando Lamas
Errol Flynn
Tyrone Power
Humphrey Bogart
ROUND 4 STUNGUNS:
James Dean
Cary Grant
Gregory Peck
Sessue Hayakawa
Harry Belafonte
James Stewart
Gene Kelly
Peter Falk
QUARTERFINALIST VOLCANIC TOWERS OF LUST:
Jeremy Brett
Vincent Price
James Shigeta
Buster Keaton
SEMIFINALIST SUPERMEN:
Omar Sharif
Paul Robeson
FINALIST FANTASIES:
Sidney Poitier
Toshiro Mifune
and ok, sure, here's the shadow-bracket-style winner's portrait of Toshiro Mifune.
#hotvintagepoll#hot men finals#a winner crowned!#fuck that old man (requiem)#shadow bracket#toshiro mifune
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Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite James Conrad stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.
Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
✑ Combat Lessons￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "Imagine [your father, hiring] Captain James Conrad,… to train you [in combat]."
✑ Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: "Imagine you and James Conrad [constantly arguing] until you [getting] stranded on an uncharted island where you have to rely on each other to survive. Suddenly, grudges are forgotten, romantic things are said, and you realize you [might not] hate each other after all..."
✑ Bind Me by lady-rose-moon • 18+ • 〔E᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "When you see that your husband is troubled by his time on Skull Island, you suggest doing something entertaining."
✑ Caught in a Love Web by screw-real-life-i-pick-fandoms • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: After rescuing you from one of Skull Islands' giant spiders, James finally finds the courage to tell you everything he wanted to say months ago.
✑ Dancing in the Rain by sserpente • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: "Imagine, [while] stranded on [Skull] Island, convincing Captain James Conrad to dance [with you] in the rain...."
✑ Dangerous Paradise by holdmytesseract • 14+ • 〔E᜶M〕 •
Summary: "As a journalist, you join a expedition to a mysterious island called 'Skull Island' - which turns out to be a literal death trap. But with all the danger you are facing, there is at least one good thing... The incredibly hot tracker of the team, Captain James Conrad..."
✑ Don't Touch That by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "As a botanist for MONARCH, you can spy potentially deadly vegetation a mile away. Unfortunately, James Conrad cannot, and the thinly veiled sexual tension between… you is about to explode."
✑ I've Got You by lov3nerdstuff • 16+ • 〔E᜶C〕 •
Summary: "Imagine being on Skull Island... and Conrad shines a flashlight out into the darkness, only [to see] several pairs of eyes to [staring] back... The second you try to bolt… he [pulls] you against his firm chest, and [whispers in your ear not to move a muscle]."
✑ Keep Me Safe by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔E᜶C〕 •
Summary: "You run into a tent for safety after being chased by a massive insect-like creature while collecting flora samples from Skull Island. The tent belongs to James Conrad."
✑ Let's Stay Together by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "MONARCH has finally allowed James to return home to London after the fiasco on Skull Island. He finds you at home and remembers what he had been missing [while] he [was] gone."
✑ Lost and Found by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: After disappearing on a mission over five years ago, James is more than a little surprised to find you, his wife, alive and living with the locals on Skull Island.
✑ Nauseous by simplyrochellemari • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "You and James have [a] history [of] working together on cases, and your constant banter quickly takes a turn when you both get placed on the same assignment to Skull Island, and both of your lives are threatened."
✑ Not a Fever by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "You're quarantined in the laboratory with James Conrad as you try to determine what the effects of the pollen he was exposed to are."
✑ Rest by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Conrad knows exactly what buttons to push to get you to come to bed."
✑ Uncharted Teritory by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "Imagine [being on an expedition] with James Conrad. [When] he finds you bathing under a waterfall, he [plans] on chiding you for leaving the camp alone, [however] when he [sees you're] naked [it gets] harder and harder [for him] to focus."
✑ Unexpected, But Loved All the Same by merakiaes • 〔M᜶F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "James comes home from Skull Island and is greeted with a surprise he was not expecting."
✑ Use Me by ladycamillewrites • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: You help your husband let off some steam...
✑ Wildest Dreams by cleo-fox • 18+ • 〔M᜶E〕 •
Summary: It's nearing ten o'clock at night and James Conrad is standing on your doorstep.
✑ You Deserve Better￨Prt. II by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔F᜶C〕 •
Summary: When all the plans you'd made for today go down the drain, the last person you expected shows up at your door to try turning the night around.
✑ Abs by tomhiddleston-is-mischief • 〔F〕 •
✑ Admiration￨Prt. II by jewels2876 •
✑ Adventure by goddessofmischief • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Be Careful Now by justauthoring • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Best Hiders, the by jewels2876 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Brilliance of a Blanket Fort by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Dear Daddy… by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Every One of Your Scars by lady-rose-moon • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Family Camping Trip by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Indescribable by justauthoring • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ It's Okay to Be Afraid by justauthoring • 〔F᜶C〕 •
✑ Just Like That￨Prt. II by jewels2876 • 〔F〕 •
✑ Just Passing Through by goddessofmischief • 〔F〕 •
✑ Just this Once by sserpente • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
✑ Motivation by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ No Lizards in the House! by ladyfluff • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ No More by justauthoring • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Operation Sheets by hopelessromanticspoonie • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Promise Me by ladyfluff • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Promises by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Rain by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Smiling Down at You by justauthoring • 〔A〕 •
✑ Waiting by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Dates w/ James Conrad… by tomhiddleston-is-mischief • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ James Conrad as a Father… by thepilotanon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Having James Conrad as a Significant Others…￨Prt. II • by thepilotanon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
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crappymixtape recos
going to try and do this at least once a month – sharing fics that have just blown me away ❤ so many talented writers on here omg 🥺 show them some love and BE KIND, REBLOG! xoxo, 💿
❤ “project sunshine” series +18 only – @a-dealwith-god ( TW: typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness // when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown • steve x reader )
❤ “simmer” series +18 only – @upsidedownwithsteve ( welcome to hawkins’ number one diner! where the staff don’t wanna be there and the linecook is a grumpy metal head who likes to argue with his boss and ignore everyone else. but the new waitress can’t hack the rude customers and the regulars can be a little… much • linecook!eddie x waitress!reader )
❤ "from bug’s summer fic fest" – @lovebugism ( reader is clingy but doesn’t wanna come off as clingy so she asks eddie if he wants to be alone and he reassures her he couldn’t go anywhere without her • eddie x reader )
❤ “a quest for bed” – @luveline ( eddie fights to get his usually shy and moderately intoxicated girlfriend to bed when you insist on clinging to him at every turn • eddie x reader )
❤ "lyric request" – @familyvideostevie ( lyrics: “i didn't know you then and i'll never understand why it feels like i did” • steve x reader )
❤ “i can see you” +18 only – @fairyysoup ( TW: read at the link // the secret history of your long and arduous relationship with steve harrington aka the 5 times you pined over each other, and the time you actually did something about it • steve x reader )
❤ "post-game james" +18 only – @theemporium ( james potter post quidditch game shower smut – thinking about his sweaty pecs and big hands and thick thighs • james potter x reader )
❤ "public kisses" – @starryeyedstories ( you know steve would be the mom to kiss his girl in front of the gang because he knows they hate it • steve x reader )
❤ "all i really want is you" series +18 only – @loveshotzz ( a series of slow burn blurbs between older!neighbor!widower! steve x fem!reader – updated every wednesday • steve x reader )
❤ "zombie au" series +18 only – @luveline ( TW: various, read at the links // stranger things AU – reluctant allies to friends to lovers, takes place during the apocalypse • steve x reader )
❤ "injured with eddie" – @eddiemunsons-missingnipple ( stubbing your toe in front of eddie and he acts like you’re dying • eddie x reader )
❤ "the summer of '89" series +18 only – @delphispoeticals ( this is truly going to be a fantastic stranger things meets dirty dancing series and omg just wait til we can read it • dancer!steve x reader )
❤ "dependency problem" +18 only – @writersblockedx ( TW: drugs, substance abuse, alcohol // when you return to cousins this year, you find that conrad has picked up similar bad habits you once had • conrad fisher x reader )
❤ "a lesson in romantics" series – @stvharrngton ( a multi-part series where reader is the new art teacher at hawkins high and the history teacher, mr. harrington, takes a shine to the new girl. mutual pining ensues on their road to love • steve x reader )
❤ "learning in public" +18 only – @ohcaptains ( you didn’t think he’d enjoy it that much...didn’t think he’d want more, too • carmen ‘carmy’ berzatto x female! reader )
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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! 💙
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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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Fic & Author Recommendations Wrapped 2022
This is a first I am doing this but I felt that I want to share what I’ve been reading for the past couple of months.
Some authors you may already know and some, maybe not yet. But what they all have in common is that they make really amazing stories which I believe should be shared to everyone.
The categories will simply be separated by Dark and Non-Dark. I think it’s easier that way, but I will mention either way if they (the non-dark ones) are fluff, angst or simply smut.
Dark
Unsolicited (Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
Summary: You run into a rude stranger at the mall, but this won’t be just another chance encounter.
All in the Family (Silverfox!Loki x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
Summary: Your new boyfriend invites you to meet his parents for the holidays.
Wallflower (Silverfox!Thor x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
Summary: Your mother meets a new man, but he doesn’t seem very interested in her.
High Value Hero (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rustytricycle
Summary: America’s golden boy, Steve Rogers, doesn’t have the most modern view of women behind closed doors. And the podcasts his buddy Sam has introduced him to don’t help the situation. Unfortunately for you, you catch his eye when you become his next door neighbor.
The Fall of Aphrodite (ThorKi x Reader) by @cherienymphe
Summary: You have the hearts of both of the princes, but nothing good lasts forever.
If I can’t have you (Andy Barber x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki
Summary: After your professor calls off your affair, you won’t take no for an answer. Andy loves you and you love him— you’re meant to be.
Fixer-Upper (Lumberjack!Steve x Reader) by @straywords
Summary: You move to the countryside but life isn’t the cottage daydream you hoped for.
Grey
Put You In Your Place (Stepdad!Andy Barber x Stepdaughter!Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki
Summary: Andy is sick of his stepdaughter continuously stepping out of line, and when he catches her spiking the punch at Jacob’s sixteenth birthday party, he’s had enough. It’s time he teaches her a lesson.
Show Some Respect (James Conrad x OFC) by @ladycamillewrites
Summary: Louise, the adventurous daughter of a Marine General was assigned Capt. Conrad’s expedition troop. Soon tempers clash and Conrad has to make his position clear.
Non-Dark
Legend: 💚 - Smut / 💙 - Fluff / 💔 - Angst
Poker Face (Loki x Reader) by @mochie85 💚
Summary: Will you win a game of strip poker against the god of mischief?
It’s Always Been You (Loki x Reader) by @sarahscribbles 💙
Summary: Loki follows you from the Yule celebration with one question on his mind.
Come Around Sundown (Tattooed!DBF!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki 💚
Summary: What happens at Christmas is never just a one time thing, and when summer break rolls around, you find yourself repeating past mistakes. Or is it a mistake?
Chocolate and Promises (Loki x F!Reader) by @michelleleewise 💔💙
Summary: You have been friends with Loki awhile, so when he locks himself away you make it your mission to get to the bottom of it.
Give these writers some lovin’ and don’t forget to reblog if you liked their fics. Likes are nothing but reblogs are everything. Also, feedback is key! Enjoy! 💖
p.s. you can also send me some of your recommendations. Just slide in my ask or my DMs.
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‣ 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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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.
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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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Be With You Everywhere
A short drabble for Little Lies (and a set up for Thor's spin off)
You check your phone for the nth time. You're getting tired of waiting. In fact, you're ready to leave.
You feel like a sore thumb sticking out. Sat on the high stool with your empty martini glass, a satin top and the tight pencil skirt making you chafe for a pair of leggings and loose tee. The gin would go better with some Netflix and pillows.
You sigh and rub your cheek. You're used to the inconvenience of knowing Loki but it doesn't mean you enjoy it. You hook your heel on the crossbar and rest your chin in your hand. Another martini would ease your impatience.
You signal to the bartender, all the way at the other end. You lean forward impatiently, running your fingers up the stem of your glass.
"Martini?" A man drawls from beside you, "sounds good."
Before you can react, the man claims the stool next to you. As the bartender finally heads down in your direction, the stranger raises two fingers, "dos for us, sir."
The bartender takes away your empty glass as you thumb the ring on your finger, making a show of the gesture, "I'm waiting for someone."
"No need, he's late," he insists, "and what kind of bozo would leave a woman like you waiting?"
"My husband," you retort, "I appreciate the attention but I'm flattered. And married."
"Happily?" He muses, "I've watched you half the night, staring at your phone and scowling. A man worthy of you wouldn't leave you all alone for so long."
"Does that line usually work?"
"I to be fair, I don't usually approach married women," he smiles at the bartender as he brings your drinks. He asks him to put the order on his tab, "they usually approach me."
"Sure," you scoff and stir the toothpick in the gin, "thank you for the drink but divorces are costly."
"I can put that on my tab as well," he leans an arm on the leather trim of the bar as he angles to face you, "James. Conrad."
You shake your head and smile. You give your name and slide the olives off the toothpick into the gin, "my husband is known to get jealous. And slightly violent."
"Sounds kinky," he intones, "I've been known for a similar habit, I confess."
You look at him. He has brilliant blue eyes and a charming crooked smile. He almost reminds you of Loki, but not so uptight. A tee shirt under his slim blazer, and a pair of dark jeans. His posture suggests military, likely ex.
"It's his least endearing quality," you rebuff, "I'm not much for angry men and their egos."
"Angry? I find it fun," he raises his glass and sips.
The tap of soles crosses the floor and you turn in time to greet Loki as he strides up, phone in hand as he fixes his tie, "darling, sorry I'm... late. Pardon, I was unaware we were having company. A friend?"
"Not your friend," James chortles, "but I admit, the lady is rather friendly."
"The lady. My wife," Loki snarls as he tweaks a brow, "darling, is this man bothering you?"
"I'm keeping her company as her husband remains errant. How sad," James takes a healthy gulp of gin, "now, we've just got our drinks and I never leave one unfinished--"
"Would the both of you let me get a word in?" You sneer, "I was just informing this kind stranger that I am indeed married."
"Yes, very married," Loki intones.
"Ahem," you give him a pointed look, "and he was kind enough to congratulate me on our recent nuptials with a martini."
"Perhaps if you'd been on time, I'd have got a full round," James smirks, "I do wonder how long a marriage can last with such discord."
"Eh," Loki narrows his eyes as he steps closer, hooking his arm around you, "I have a word of advice, yes? There are plenty of single women to be found in this sort of place, not hard to spot. I can point you towards a few."
"None half so gorgeous," James winks at you, "but glad to know you've such a keen eye. Always on the lookout, yes?"
"Please," you roll your eyes, "James," you stand and take your martini, "thank you for the drink but I am much too tired to argue all night. You have a lovely evening," you grab your purse and hit Loki's stomach with it, "let's find a table, Lo."
You strut past him. He doesn't budge at first but before you can turn to chide him, he relents. You choose the table against the wall and sit, placing your purse at the side as you nurse your drink. He sighs as he lowers himself across from you, his eyes still on the bar.
"I rush across the city and find you flirting with other men," he scoffs.
"Lo, you kept me waiting nearly an hour and are whining like a baby," you reproach, "for the time being, I'm going home with my husband. Don't make me change my mind."
You peek over at James and raise your glass in a toast as you grin. Loki snarls and leans over the table, "don't, darling. Traffic was horrible, I swear--" He hisses and sits back, smoothing his shirt, "besides I didn't even get to break the good news."
"Oh, amazing news, I'm sure," you sling one legs over the other, playing deliberately with the lacy hem of your shirt. He's distracted for a moment before he can't right himself.
"It is," he chimes, his tone striking you as unusually chipper, "my brother is to be married."
You nearly choke and put down your glass heavily, "Thor? Really? Your mother must be thrilled."
"Mmm," he leans back as he considers you. The toe of his leather shoe meets your calf and runs up as he pokes out the tip of his tongue, "and you. You must be elated to accompany me back to Asgard once more. Countess."
"Ugh, don't call me that," you grimace, "yes, lovely memories call us back, do they?"
"Darling," he purrs as he drags his hand down his lapel, "you've never seen Asgard in the spring..."
"I've never wanted to."
"Well, you're mine now, you have to," he says and aims a look toward James. You don't bother glancing over, you know he's still there.
"I am, so quit being such a child," you warn as you finish your martini, "I could use another drink."
He grins and his eyes wander down to your empty glass, "you could," he hums lowly.
"Mmm," you nod and brush his ankle with your toes, "you know you're a lot easier to bear with some alcohol around."
"Yes, dear," he plucks up your glass, "but you know, so are you."
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