#captain James conrad

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Just simply looking at his shapes makes me go GRRR GRRR HARR HARR

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Compliance

A continuation of Misconduct / MASTERLIST

Pairing: James Conrad x Female Reader

Summary: You disobeyed a direct order during a mission, and, now that you’re back in the safety of your motel room, Conrad reminds you that actions have consequences.

Word Count: 2.1k

Tags/Content: Established Relationship, Soft Dom!Conrad, Bratty Sub Behavior, Bondage, Orgasm Denial, Smut! Smut! Smut!, Plot? What Plot?

Rating: Explicit; 18+

“...you’re going to talk me through it.”

Conrad’s tongue darts across his bottom lip, drinking in the vision of you, bound and on your knees before him. He leans back, propping himself up on one elbow and spreading his legs with measured grace. His right hand is still wrapped around his cock, but he’s halted his motions.  

In this moment, you grasp the gravity of your current situation and his need for control. You commit to doing whatever he asks of you. 

“Go on, love. I’m waiting.” 

“Stroke yourself… slowly,” you say, saliva pooling in your mouth as you watch Conrad unhurriedly move his hand along his hardening length. His piercing gaze remains focused on yours. 

Yes, you’ll give him exactly what he wants tonight. 

He should be careful what he asks for. 

“Now imagine my warm tongue against your balls, licking my way up your cock until—” you pause, watching Conrad’s hand tighten around his cock as he pumps faster, groaning out a string of curses. Your pussy shamelessly throbs in response and you press your thighs together in an effort to relieve the burning ache, groaning when the seam of your jeans provides the tiniest bit of friction. “—until my lips wrap around the tip. Touch yourself there.” 

At your words, he runs the pad of his thumb over the head of his cock, whimpering as his hips jerk.

“Come closer,” Conrad growls. 

The intoxicating scent of him envelopes you, and you suppress the urge to take him in your mouth as you settle into your new position between his thighs. You’re determined to prove you can be obedient, but you wonder how long this little game will last. Because for the past six months, you and Conrad have followed the same routine: complete an assignment, come back to the motel, and release your collective adrenaline. 

His stamina post-mission is always impressive. You can’t wait for him to rail you within an inch of your life. 

“Imagine your cock hitting the back of my throat as I gag around you.”

You wet your lips as Conrad continues to thrust into his hand, tossing his head back as his hips shift off the edge of the bed. He’s quick to catch himself, but his cock grazes your mouth before he does so, and you give in – licking the tip as he groans above you. 

“Naughty girl,” he rasps, cupping your chin as he runs his thumb over your bottom lip. The rough timbre of his voice reverberates through you, settling in your core as your traitorous hips buck against the edge of the mattress. 

“Stand up.” 

He knows exactly what he’s doing, giving you these brusque commands. The heat swirling through your cunt pulses in time with your frantic heartbeat. You don’t stand a chance. 

Conrad steadies you when you struggle to rise to your feet. So much for being seductive. But he doesn’t seem to mind. He’s honed in – hastily unfastening your pants and tugging them over the curve of your ass with ease as he positions you between his knees. His cock, resting heavy against his thigh, twitches as he runs a finger through your folds. The way he parts his lips and slants his brows lets you know he’s recalculating his next move. 

“You’re soaked.” 

“Let me come,” you say as he strokes your swollen clit with calloused, practiced fingertips. 

“Not yet,” he replies, pulling away. “Bend over.”

His firm chest presses against yours as he stands. Tilting your head up to meet his gaze, you note your own lust is reflected in his eyes. 

Any other man would likely fuck you into the mattress, but Conrad is not just any man. He’s methodical, precise in his actions. There are never any hasty decisions with him. No sudden deviations from the plan.  

It’s what you love most about him; yet, earlier tonight, you’d commandeered his mission and subsequently betrayed his trust.  

Conrad meticulously positions you in front of him. You don’t say a word, instead imagining the intense focus on his face: the furrow of his brow, the way his lips press together in concentration, a hint of his tongue peeking out. He guides your upper body to rest against the bed before seizing the belt around your wrists as if it’s a rein. The thought of him riding you to the edge of oblivion sends a tingling thrill up your spine. 

“Is this alright?” he asks. 

Craning your neck, you finally take in the sight of him behind you as he bends his knees to line himself up. He’s a terrible tease, and the well-worn denim of his jeans tickles the back of your thighs as he drags his cock along your pussy, applying just enough pressure to drive you mad. 

“Just fuck me already,” you whine, and Conrad chuckles as you writhe beneath him. There are several reasons why you shouldn’t goad him, but that requires a presence of mind you don’t currently possess.   

“Such a filthy mouth. But, if you insist.” 

Conrad snatches the belt as he buries himself in your cunt, bottoming out in one swift snap of his hips. Your back arches and you cry out at the sensation of being so perfectly full. His fingertips once again find your clit, delicious pressure building in your hips as he mimics the wave of pleasure that crashes over you each time his hips roll against your ass. 

“Need to come, James. Please.”

“Do you think you deserve it?”

“I- I …” you stutter, every last brain cell focused on the feel of his cock dragging along your g-spot.

“Answer. Me.” Each word is punctuated with an agonizingly slow thrust. Both his hands are now firmly holding your hips down, but you attempt to squirm anyway, your throbbing clit searching for pressure or friction — anything to aid you in toppling you over the edge. But Conrad’s grip keeps you still and at his mercy. 

“Oh, you wicked thing,” he drawls, leaning over, his solid form pressing you further into the mattress. 

“So wicked,” you agree as he leans back and smacks your ass, the sweet sting making you clench around his cock. 

“God,” he breathes out between gritted teeth, his large hand kneading your cheek before giving it another swift smack. “You must want- want me to fuck the brat out of you.” 

Conrad wraps an arm around your midriff, pulling your body back against him. 

“You can try.” You rise to your tip-toes as he continues to rock into you, your bound hands clutching at the hem of his t-shirt. A deep laugh rumbles in his chest as he leans down to whisper against the shell of your ear. 

“Oh? Is that what you really want? Will a proper fuck set you straight?” 

“Yes, Daddy.”

You know it drives him wild when you call him that, and, as predicted, his movements become more frenzied. The sounds of Conrad’s groans as his cock slides into your pussy over and over again are hypnotic. He’s quickly losing himself – and so are you. The noises of bliss he’s pulling from you meld with his own as they reverberate around the room, and soon you’re ready to scream out his name. It’s only when his hips judder and he rests his forehead against your back as rides out his climax that you realize he’s not going to let you come. 

“You did so good,” Conrad praises as he unfastens the belt from your forearms and pulls you into his embrace. He brings your wrist up to his lips, tenderly kissing all the places the leather dug into your flesh. You whine as your orgasm ebbs. 

“Do you know why I didn’t grant you release?” 

You’re frustrated, and he knows it. You open your mouth to reply with some bratty retort, but Conrad simply tuts, pressing a finger to your lips. 

“Because you were impatient. Disobedient. And for this,” he motions between you, “to work, I can’t have you taking unnecessary risks out there. Is that understood?” 

Your heart plummets at the realization that you’ve truly disappointed him. Your mind whirs as remorse floods your senses – there’s got to be some way to make him realize how much you regret your earlier misconduct. 

“I understand,” is all you manage to say. 

“Good. Now,” Conrad says, nodding towards the bathroom. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

The shower soothes you and rinses away some of your worries, but then Conrad joins you. As you silently begin to wash the dirt and sweat off each other’s bodies, something more than water slickens the space between your thighs. You guide his hand to the crease of your hip, praying those talented fingers will finally grant you release. 

He leans back to observe your face. “Feeling quite bold tonight, are we?”

“I need you, James.” 

“I know, darling. But I need you to take this seriously.” 

A whine rumbles at the back of your throat as he steps out of the tub, his glorious ass on full display as he reaches for the towels. In quiet defeat, you turn the faucet off, watching the water circle the drain. What a fool you’ve been. 

Conrad gently wraps a towel around your shoulders and helps you out of the shower, his touch a comforting anchor in the midst of vulnerability. 

“What if your plan had backfired? You could have been captured — or worse…” his voice trails off, like he can’t bring himself to say it.  

Because the mission’s success and your safe return home had been pure dumb luck. You replay the moment it all went to hell: Your target, a bureaucrat being held captive by a small crew of outlying militants, was left unguarded. You took advantage of the opportunity and succeeded in securing the abducted party. But you had compromised not only your own safety, but everyone else’s, in the process. 

His voice drops as he nudges his nose against yours. “There is only one thing that matters to me in this life, and that is you, my precious girl.” 

Conrad runs his thumb over your cheek, and your heart drops into your stomach as those crystal blue eyes look down at you with unwavering devotion. You don’t deserve him, and yet he is yours – completely.  

“And I- I cannot bear the thought of something happening to you.” 

“It won’t happen again. I promise,” you reply quietly, wanting to say more, yet realizing that your words aren’t enough. Not when you were so reckless. 

“I want to believe you,” he murmurs against your lips before kissing you. It’s brief – much too brief – and you do your best to ignore the twinge of pain that jabs your heart as he walks away. 

You’ll do whatever it takes to earn back his sacred trust. Taking a deep breath to compose yourself, you search the small armoire tucked in the corner of the motel bathroom for an item Conrad gifted you months ago as a peace offering. Finally, you find it: an embroidered beige negligee. The thin silk highlights the contours of your curves, and you delight in the way it skims over your damp skin as you walk into the bedroom. 

Something akin to hope bubbles inside you because Conrad is waiting for you there, leaning against the pillows, long legs stretching across the bed and his bath towel slung low around his hips. The tense pinch between his brows softens as he notes what you’re wearing. He beckons you to him.

“Surely you’re not ready for sleep yet?” he teases as you lie down next to him, the scent of lavender soap intertwining with the heady, lingering smell of sex.

“I’m much too stimulated to sleep,” you admit with sigh, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. 

“Oh?” He rolls on top of you, pushing the hem of your nightgown above your hips before caging you between his arms. “We’ll have to do something about that then.”

“Are you sure I deserve it?” you ask, although you widen your hips in anticipation. Conrad settles between them, quickly discarding his towel. The soft amber light of the sconces above your bed highlights the expanse of muscles rippling beneath his taut, tanned skin. He looks at you through half-lidded eyes and you think you might break under the weight of his gaze.

“My love. This life we lead… it’s dangerous. Imperfect. That is what you don’t deserve.”

At times, it feels like you’re standing on the precipice of your own destruction. The love you possess for this gorgeous man consumes you like a raging wildfire, and you know it will inevitably leave a trail of ashes in its wake. You inhale, gliding your fingers across the sharp line of his cheekbone before curling your hand around the back of his neck. 

“It’s the life I want – the life I choose. Every day,” you assure him. “Just as I choose you, James. Every day.” 

Whatever he sees in your expression must convince him you’re telling the truth because, as he slowly guides himself inside you, he says, 

“I believe you.”

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Campfire Sleepover

a/n: Welcome to the Campfire Sleepover masterlist! What a wonderful 2k follower celebration it was! I know it took me some time to get everything done, but I absolutely loved it! Thanks to everyone who was a part of this and, of course, to all my followers! This blog wouldn't be the same without you! 🤍

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Examination Stress

Lost Love

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Hard To Say Goodbye

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Movie Night

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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. 

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Tom Hiddleston as Captain James Conrad in Kong: Skull Island (2017)

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Bind me || Conrad || Kinktober 2022 || 18+ ||

Part of my Kinktober Masterlist that you can find ~here~

My main Masterlist can be found ~~here~~

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

Warnings: bondage, smut, description of a sexy hiddleston character, scars and injuries?

You knew the moment you weren’t alone in the kitchen. Strong arms wrapped around your middle and your husband’s face nuzzled into your neck. With a giggle, you began to sway with him, your hands falling on top of his own as you hummed, “I didn’t think you’d be home until later.”

“After those few days on that god-forsaken island, I would very much prefer the comfort of my wife to any alcohol,” Conrad whispered, his arms tightening around you which earned him another of your giggles that he adored so much. 

You hummed and turned in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and slowly dancing around the kitchen, “do you wish to forget?”

“God, yes,” Conrad whispered.

His hands slid down to your hips as you swayed them against his front, releasing a deep moan as one of your hands snaked down to cup his hardening length, “Y/N,” he whispered breathlessly, relishing in the sultry laugh you released at his desperate whisper.

You led him into the bedroom and shut the door behind you, walking him over to the bed and smiling when your eyes met. “Bind me, Captain,” you whispered, watching as his eyes sparked with interest and flicked around the room for possible ways to bind you.

His eyes returned to yours and he cupped your cheek as he whispered, “are you sure?”

You laughed and nodded, standing on your tip-toes to whisper in his ear, “I have wanted to ask this of you since before you left, my love, so yes.”

The Captain chuckled darkly and pushed you onto the bed, watching as your body made contact with the mattress and he caught your wrists, pulling them up above your head and as he pulled away, he whispered softly to you, “do not pull away, my beloved, I shall be right back.”

You nodded and watched as he walked away. You took this time to admire your husband properly. His golden-brown hair was brushed back perfectly, his muscles in his arms rising and falling as he pulled his shirt off and the sigh that he released once it was off was so arousing. Without it, you could see his abs and his pectorals which you loved to just sit and bite whenever you liked but you could also see the cuts and burns he earned on his journey to Skull Island, signs of battle he was not proud of.

That’s when it registered that he was walking back over to you and you faltered, finding his alluring blue eyes gazing down at you with a smug expression on his face. You flushed and looked away, unable to stare him right in the eye after all of the sinful thoughts that just filled your mind. Instead, you focused on his jaw and how it ticked when he realised that you weren’t looking at him. 

You squealed when you felt something smoothe wrap around your wrists and when you looked up, you saw that it was your favourite tie that he owned; the green silk one. You moaned as he knotted the tie, making sure your wrists were also tied to the headboard so you had no hope of escaping from the bed. 

“Now, my sweet, beautiful wife,” Conrad whispered, desire flooding his eyes as you shakily met them, “you’ll be a good girl for your captain, won’t you?”

“Yes, Captain,” you whispered, tugging on your bindings to test their durability and you moaned when you realised that they were firmly tied. “I will be your good girl,” you promised, watching as Conrad nodded with approval in his smile. 

“Good girl,” he whispered before beginning to kiss down your body, smirking as you began to writhe and moan beneath him. The moment he met your weeping pussy, you knew that he was going to treat you properly. He lovingly spread your legs and when you looked at him, you saw the v-line which led to his glorious erect cock held in his hand. “Look what you do to me, Y/N,” Conrad whispered, meeting your eyes with a smirk, “you make me so desperate for you.”

You nodded and moaned as the Captain sunk his cock into your awaiting entrance and you tugged on your restraints eagerly, moaning at the weight of his cock buried inside you. “J-James!” you called, your eyebrows scrunching together in pleasure, your hips rolling against your husband’s pelvis.

Your husband tutted and you looked at him with a confused glance before you felt him leave you, whining at the loss of pleasure. Suddenly, you felt your ankle being grabbed by his long fingers and pulled to its maximum before another one of his ties was wrapped around it and the bottom bedpost, the same happening with the other.

“You are not permitted to move, darling,” James growled, crawling back onto the bed and sealing your lips into a kiss, groaning as he lined himself up and sunk back into your tight heat. “God, baby girl,” he whispered blissfully, “such a tight cunt, I missed this.”

The moment he sat up on his knees and began to thrust, your eyes fluttered shut and you moaned loudly, wishing you could move your legs to wrap around his waist to pull him closer to you or even your hands to be free so that you could run your nails through his perfect hair. Alas, you were stuck moaning and writhing on the bed, completely bound. 

Your husband could have been sculpted by gods themselves, he looked so perfect like this, chasing his release with sweat beading on his brow but also you loved how his hand dipped down to circle your clit, ensuring you recieved pleasure from this too. You released a loud moan, throwing your head back as the pleasure rushed through you and you were unable to hold back.

“Fuck, James!” you swore, your back arching as your orgasm slowly began to creep up on you, feeling as it crept up your muscles in your leg, “I love this, James! Please, mmmn fuck, let me cum!”

“You wanna cum, pretty girl?” James hummed with a smirk, his fingers doubling their work on your clit as his thrusts became harder and yet, sloppier as he neared his end, “fuck, if only you knew what you did to me, baby.”

James leaned over you, staring into your eyes before catching your lips in a passionate kiss as his thrusts got sloppier and the attention on your clit got faster, practically throwing you towards your release.

“Cum with me, baby girl,” James growled, biting down gently on your lip, his eyes closed as he moaned, “cum with me.”

You didn’t need to be told again as your arms pulled against your restraints, your whole body seized and filled with pleasure and moans spilled freely from your mouth as James swore and came undone above you, roped of hot cum filling your desperate cunt.

“Well done, my love,” he whispered, cradling your cheeks with his hands before beginning to free you from the bed, “thank you.”

“Anytime,” you whispered tiredly, bringing your wrists down once they were free and rubbing them gently, “if I get a thorough fucking like that, I do not mind if it is a bit rough.”

James chuckled and freed your legs before leaving the bed and coming back with a wet cloth to clean you and also some creams to put on your wrists and ankles. 

You smiled tiredly as you watched him work. You didn’t deserve such a loving husband.

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Conrad tells you to get on your knees.

What’s he gonna do to you?

I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS FICTIONAL MAN. (Also, this has nothing to do with the series I’m working on. Just a drabble. Enjoy!)

Misconduct

Pairing: James Conrad x Reader Word count: 788 Tags/Content: Bratty Behavior, Daddy Dom!Conrad, Smuttish

“What if your little ruse had backfired?” 

The evening’s arduous recovery mission had been a success, although the extraction of your target had not gone according to plan. Conrad’s plan, that is. 

In the heat of the moment, you’d implemented another course of action – admittedly a slightly more dangerous one – and, now that you’re back at the Saigon motel the two of you are currently operating out of, he’s finally letting his disappointment be known. 

And it is exhilarating. 

“They’re safe, James. Mission accomplished,” you reply nonchalantly, wrapping your arms around his waist as he shrugs off his holster. “Isn’t that all that matters?”

He huffs out an incredulous laugh, slowly walking the two of you back toward the bed – which is precisely where you want to be. 

“Oh, darling. You disobeyed a direct order out there. You expect me to just forget that?” 

There’s a hint of lingering frustration in his tone, and a rush of adrenaline surges through your body, your core throbbing in delightful anticipation of what’s to come. 

“Yes, of course,” you say before running your tongue along the expanse of his beautiful neck, relishing in the salty taste of his skin and hoping your eager nips are enough to distract him from the fact your hands are hastily unfastening his belt buckle. 

But it’s futile – Conrad immediately grasps your wrists, stopping your ministrations as he gives a gentle squeeze. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” 

“I know I am.” 

Your continued taunts prompt him to change course, pulling you away from the bed and pressing you back against the nearest wall. You’re not sure if it’s his heartbeat you feel against your chest or your own fighting wildly within the confines of your ribcage. You stare up into his eyes – any remaining glimmer of playfulness is gone, replaced by unabated lust. 

“Why do you insist on being such a brat?” 

“You love it.” 

“That I do,” he muses, letting go of you. “But even brats must learn to follow the rules.” 

“Now,” he pauses, his tongue darting across his bottom lip before his gaze narrows. He’s thinking of a punishment befitting your misconduct, and your breath hitches at the obscenity of it all. “Over there, on your knees.” 

He motions to the foot of the bed, but you’re already following his command without hesitation.

“Any other requests, Captain?” you tease, glancing over your shoulder as Conrad snaps the belt from his hips in one fluid movement. 

“Eyes straight ahead, love. And hands behind your back.” 

Submitting to him like this comes to you as easy as breathing. It’s a partnership built on trust that works exceedingly well, both in and outside of the bedroom.  

But you broke a sacred rule tonight, and now you must atone. Pleasure roils inside you like the wicked waves of a tempest as Conrad crouches behind you, fingertips ghosting down the length of your arms before swiftly looping his belt around your wrists.  

When he’s done, he settles on the bed in front of you. Carefully, you test the strength of the leather binding, burning desire settling in your belly when you realize the knot is tighter than usual. 

“My fierce, curious girl,” he laughs. “Would you like to hear the rules?” 

Your brain short circuits with salacious possibility as the ache between your thighs intensifies, but you must make some sort of agreeable noise because Conrad smugly arches a brow as he rubs his palms along the top of his legs, observing you with a quiet wonder. 

“You will not move – or touch me – until I say so. Is that clear?” 

“Then what—”

“You’re going to watch.”

Conrad is certainly a sight to behold. The hazy light emitting from the bedside lamp creates a glowing aura around his godlike form, and shadows dance across the contours of his chiseled body as he widens his thighs. The way he commands the space, the confidence in his posture, the dominant energy filling what little space exists between you – it’s addictive. 

“James, please.” It’s desperate, but so are you. You’ll say anything – do anything – if it means you get to touch him. 

The subtle curve of his lips hints at a smile; he knows the power he wields over you. Conrad meticulously unbuttons his jeans, the two of you groaning in unison when he finally frees himself.  

“Oh, don’t worry, darling,” he rasps, languidly stroking his cock. “I’m still going to make good use of that smart little mouth of yours.”

The confused expression on your face must intrigue him because he pauses his motions and leans down, his breath fanning over your heated skin as he whispers,  

“Tonight, you’re going to talk me through it.”

[holdmytesseract]

Hot Temper

James Conrad x fem!Reader

Summary: You are expecting Conrad to come to your tent by nightfall. When he does, things escalate pretty quickly.

Based on this lil' drabble (Part Two)!

Warnings: this is kinda steamy, swear words, smuttish, suggestive smut, dom!James Conrad? It's also a biiit dark.

Word Count: 1,2k

a/n: Well... This one is a small birthday present for my wonderful friend @fictive-sl0th ! ☺️ Happy belated Birthday, boo! ❤ I wish you all the best! Never forget how amazing you are, you awesome person, you! I'm so happy I can call you my friend. Love you! ❤

I really hope you like this! ☺️

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Your nerves were on edge after you collided with Captain Conrad in that heated argument a few hours ago; sizzling with anger and frustration - but also desire and lust. It was an ongoing battle within your system. Which side was going to win, you couldn't tell.

Now you sat on the cot inside your tent, literally staring holes into the flap which marked the entrance. The sinking sun bathed everything in an orange, red light; telling you that it was almost time. You've made good work the rest of the day in avoiding the asshole James Conrad was, but now, after returning to your tent for the night and knowing what was most likely going to happen, you wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on your body. It was strange, wasn't it? You never hated a man - a person, as much as you hated Captain Conrad, and yet he was all you ever desired. Either something was wrong with you, or you just liked hot guys with a shitty personality. You believed it was the second option, but who knew?

Narrowing your eyes, you switched on the lamp, standing on the ground beside your cot and took a look on your wrist watch. Time. It was time. Where is this son of a bitch? You thought. I swear, if he doesn't show up, I'll kick him in the- You weren't able to finish your thoughts, as the flap of the tent flew open, revealing the man you had waited for. The light of his lamp illuminated his stupid, handsome face. Cautiously - like a lion observing his prey, he graciously entered the tent, zipping the flap behind him shut. He hadn't been even a minute inside the tight space which was your tent, when you already felt it... The tension. Intense, angry and undeniably sexual. You were sure that it must be cuttable with a knife.

Not averting his eyes for even a second, James squatted down to place his lamp on the ground. The muscles in his thick thighs strained the fabric of his jeans, as he did so, spreading his legs almost sluttishly. Pathetic, you thought. Putting on a show. For what? To impress me? You had to suppress the scoff, which threatened to leave your lips. Instead, you opted for words. "You came. Why?" You asked nonchalantly, without any emotion. Just stating the facts. A grin spread on James's face, as he shook his head and licked his lips. A grin you wished, once again to sweep off his face. "You told me to, didn't you, Y/L/N? Can't you remember? Already suffering from memory loss?" You narrowed your eyes and leaned forwards in an almost threatening manner. "Careful, Conrad. Thin ice. Very thin ice. I would watch my mouth if I were you-" "Or what?" He interrupted you, spitefully. "Are you going to slap me again?" This time, you couldn't suppress the scoff to leave your mouth. Licking your lips, you chuckled. "You really enjoy this, don't you? Being an arrogant, selfish, annoying asshole? Driving people crazy?" Now it was James's turn to laugh you in the face. "I don't. I am not the one to blame, just because you have a short fuse - and that you find me irresistibly. All you want to do is fuck me, isn't it?"

And at those words, you saw red again; losing it. A low growl left your lips, before you lunged out - ready to slap him again. Your palm was mere inches away from hitting the skin of his cheek, when he caught your hand mid-air. His big hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, keeping you from hitting him. It caught you off guard. You didn't see that coming. "Nuh.Uh. Not this time, Y/L/N." The way he rolled your last name off his tongue - so deep, so dark, so sexy, caused your knees to almost buckle and you felt arousal flooding your veins. James used your moment of shock, of course, reached quickly for your other wrist and before you could even react, had he pinned you down on the cot with his strong, muscular body hovering above yours. Once your brain had caught up with what was going on, you started to squirm, trying to get free. A part of your brain screamed at you why the hell you were fighting back, because James was right. You wanted this. "Not so snappy anymore, are we?" Another growl left your lips, before your angry eyes locked with his goddamn beautiful baby blues. "Fuck you, Conrad!" You spat into his face; voice laced with venom. The man chuckled dangerously; licking his lips. "Don't worry, darling... You get what you want."

Demandingly, Conrad nudged your legs with his knees, commanding you to open them. You wanted to. Oh, of course you wanted to. So, you let your legs fall open for him to kneel in between them - what James immediately did. A breathless laugh escaped his mouth. "I knew it. This was all you wanted from the very beginning, isn't it? Me between your legs?" A strangled moan slipped past your lips at those words; unable to suppress it. "You are so needy for me, aren't you? Desperate for me to fucking ruin you." You couldn't even put in words how much this turned you on. It was pathetic. "Must be really exhausting to hate me, but at the same time wanting to fuck me. How I get you all hot and bothered just with one snap of my finger…" You weren't able to answer something. He had you. You were literal putty in his hands. "Am I right?" He asked, but you didn't answer, just averted your eyes. You hated the effect he had on you. Bu the Captain didn't like it, when somebody wasn't answering, when he had asked a question, so he gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger and made you look at him. "Am. I. Right?" He asked again, pointing out every word. As if to underline his words even more, he bucked his hips against yours, causing you to gasp. "Answer me." "Yes," you said between gritted teeth. "Good girl." As a reward, he leaned down, letting his lips hover above yours for a second - So close, so close. - before he connected them in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. After that kiss, you were gone. Lost in the man you actually despised so much. Or... Wanted to despise so much?

Teeth clashed together, tongues were intertwined, as you both tore at each other clothes, desperately trying to get them off. It wasn't about love or feelings, no. This sexual encounter was primal, needy and rough. Your hands raked all over James's bare, strong back; fingernails leaving red marks and scratches on their way, when he finally gifted you the pleasure you desired so much. The sound of skin colliding with skin was the only sound which filled the deadly silence of the night, accompanied with yours and James's whiny breathes and moans. You had awoken the animal within Captain Conrad - and you didn't regret it for even a second, when he ruined you for every man to follow.

[redwinetalks]

Taking just a short break from focusing on my Sam Claflin obsession to focus on my Tom Hiddleston obsession <3

[vbecker10]

I got bored...

[springdandelixn]

Against the Tide - Part V

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, manipulation & death. 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: Was finally able to update this and my arm is still sore.

As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope you guys enjoy!  💙

Against the Tide Masterlist

The wind blows roughly against your face and the deafening roar of the engine fills your ears as you ride behind James on his bike well into the night. You look around and try to see if the surroundings are familiar, to give you an inkling of where you’re headed and where you have been. But you see nothing, only the expanse of trees on either side of the road, another prison despite being out of the previous one.

You tried to ask Thomas for any information when you caught up to him climbing the truck outside of the home. Yet, just as you expected, he was once more tight-lipped and simply gave you a shrug of apology before James grabbed you by the arm and away from your friend.

“No talking to the runt.” He warned and you nodded wordlessly, knowing better than to disobey.

James then speeds up on the asphalt, your arms tightening around him and cheek pressed against the leather fabric of his jacket for fear of falling off the speeding vehicle. You feel his back rumble, his laugh echoing through the noise and you’re filled with irritation in an instant, knowing he’s done it on purpose to most likely add to the fear that’s already clinging to you. 

“Gotta hold on to something hard, sugar,” Billy shouts when he levels himself with you, his head turned in your direction and sending you a malicious wink before howling into the open air when he revs his bike and speeds up past the group. 

You can’t tell how long you’ve been riding but James slows down by a dirt path, your eyes widening in surprise when you see the glow of red and blue lights against the branches of the trees. Curiosity takes the best of you, peeking past the gang leader in front and you stay still in your seat when you see a police cruiser up ahead, the symbol of the sheriff painted on the side of the door. 

“Took ya fellas long enough.” A familiar voice calls out when the engines of the bikes quiet down. Sheriff Bodecker stands before James, toothpick rolling in his mouth as a smirk plays on his lips, tipping his hat over to you when his eyes meet yours. “And I see ya brought your damsel with ya.” He slithers. “How ya doin’, missy? Face all healed up?”

“We have no time for small talk, Bodecker,” James grunts, the sheriff’s attention leaving you and focusing on the gang leader. “Where is he?”

“In the grave, just like you said,” The sheriff says. “But hurry up with it—asshole’s been screamin’ since he fell in and my boys be itchin’ to shut him up themselves.” 

“And everything’s been set? No trails to follow?”

“You don’t have to worry ‘bout nothin’.” Sheriff Bodecker waves his hand at James before framing his wide hips with his hands, the look on his face turning serious. “All you gotta think about is the deal.”

“Very well,” James nods and snaps his fingers. You see Michael step off his bike and walk to where the sheriff stands, a thick envelope in his hand before slapping it against the palm of the officer. “Count it if you want, it’s all there.” 

The sheriff does just that, opening the flap of the envelope and running his thumb against the contents before closing it back and tucking it in the back of his pocket. 

“And the other deal?” He asks. 

“Yeah yeah. What else do you fucking want?” 

“Calm down now, Conrad. We just doin’ business here, that’s all.” Sheriff Bodecker chuckles before taking a step closer to James’ bike. “There are these new people in town, a mother and his son. Moved to the corner near my place.”

“And?”

Sheriff Bodecker glances at Michael who scowls in his direction, the latter’s wrist resting casually against the gun nestled in his holster.

“Tell your lackey to come by their place tomorrow, roughen up the boy a bit.”

“Why?”

“Bastard’s been sweet talkin’ my wife and since there’d be an election comin’ up soon, I can’t be seen getting my hands dirty, y’know?” He explains. “And with me bein’ the sheriff, no one gonna stop your business from comin’ through the town.”

James laughs at the sheriff’s words, leaning his elbow against the handles of his bike. “What? The big bad sheriff is having a hard time keeping his wife on a leash?” He scoffs and the sheriff’s face looks displeased, anger flashing in his eyes. “Why the hell would I have my men do your dirty work?”

“‘Cause I had mine do yours.” Sheriff Bodecker spits. “But I didn’t come here with nothing.” He continues. “You do this and the sheriff in the neighboring town will let you do business in theirs. Widen your territory.”

James seems to consider the offer, silence looming over the men. “Just the boy?” He asks.

“If he fights, fuck his mom or kill her. I don’t give two shits s’long as he leaves my wife alone.”

“Deal.” James agrees and the man before him smirks, slipping his thumb and forefinger between his lips and whistling, several uniformed officers walking out from the woods and gathering around both men. “Your problems will be solved by morning.”

“Perfect,” Sheriff Bodecker grins. “Nice doin’ business with you boys.” He calls out before tipping his hat over at you. “Miss,” He bids you goodbye and walks over to his cruiser, James and his men staying put and waiting til the officers pull up and drive away.

James kicks his bike back to life and you move to grasp the bar behind your seat as he drives past the dirt road and into the thick forest, the tall trees secluding you from the open. You feel a tinge of fear creeping up your spine as you face the darkness once more, your knuckles going white as you grip tight on the handle behind you upon hearing a man screaming up ahead. 

The headlights of the bikes are the only source of light against the dark. Billy’s silhouette is the only form you see at the front, his laughter bouncing against the trees as he points his gun at the ground. He shoots at something—or someone—as the shouting from the ground resumes, flinching in your seat when the sound reverberates through your ears. 

“Alright. Off the bike.” James instructs and you quickly comply, standing at the side and keeping your eyes up ahead while he kicks down the stand of his bike and climbs off just the same. 

He grabs your arm and pulls you to stand in front of him, your feet reluctantly walking forward to where you hear the shouting. You try to pull away when your eyes see the hole in the ground, turning to be free of his grasp and run away from whatever sinister plan he’s prepared for you. But his grip is too strong, keeping you in place before wrapping an arm around your neck and urging you further, hearing him laugh as you stand over the edge. 

“Shine the light, runt!” He calls and you look at your side to see Thomas quickly staggering to where Billy stands, fumbling with the flashlight in his hands. 

You gasp when the beam shines down on the ground, the hole looking more of a grave than a ditch and inside is your father, bloody and covered in grime, his hands gripping on the sides of the dirt wall and pushing himself to climb out. But each attempt he makes fails, Billy laughing at the pathetic scene when your father falls on his back.

His eyes then meet yours, taking a step back from fear when you see the rage burning within. He barrels over to the side of where you stand, angrily pulling at the soil as he pushes himself to climb out. 

“You fucking bitch!” He shouts. “You put me here! You fucking put me he—”

You scream and turn your head away when a gunshot rings through the woods, followed by a cry of pain coming from the man in the grave. When you look over, you see your father once more on his back, his hands cradling his thigh as blood seeps out of him, staining his clothes and his hands. 

“Shut up, you old bag!” Billy sneers before spitting into the ground. “You keep whining like a bitch and I’ll kill you myself.”

“What’s going on? Why did you take me here?” You say in a rush, panic surging through your veins and you try to turn your head to look back at James but stop when his hand frames your jaw, forcing you to keep your eyes forward. 

“This is my surprise, sweetheart.” James snickers, feeling his hot breath on your cheek and his chin resting on your shoulder. “Vengeance.”

“I—I don’t u-understand.” You mumble, tears brimming at your eyes as confusion mixes with your fear. “What do you mean?”

“You’re not stupid, baby. Don’t you want to seek revenge on the man who beat you to a pulp and humiliated you in front of the entire town?” He drones while his fingers caress your face, the act only adding to the anxiety building in your chest. “He wished you dead, maybe he even killed your mother so he could kill you off next when you were nothing but an innocent child.”

Despite being scared, anger suddenly fills your senses as the memories of the past begin flooding back; how you were forced out of your home and sought refuge from strangers for fear that the man who was supposed to care for you and protect you would kill you after your mother breathed her final breath. Dread never leaving you and constantly looking over your shoulder each time you left Sammy and Eleanor’s house just to be sure that your father wasn���t there to end your life. 

“He harassed you, sweetheart, and kept asking for something that he wasn’t owed.” James continues to speak, the shock from earlier dissipating and is soon replaced by rage. “I heard he even followed you one day back home, staking out and waiting for you to come out. If that surrogate parents of yours didn’t call for help, who knows what he could have done to you.”

You remember that day well. Sammy called his friends over after several days of hiding in your room, the old men scaring your father with axes and pitchforks in their hands, threatening him to never show his face in the neighborhood ever again. Sammy made it a point to drop you off and pick you up from school after the incident. 

“Maybe you wouldn’t even be standing here right now, having the privilege to watch him suffer.”

You feel something cold and metallic being pressed to your hands and you look down to see James tucking a gun between your palms. He eases his arm off your neck and cradles both your hands in his, slipping your finger through the trigger and extending your arms, aiming the gun to your father writhing in the dirt. 

“Just one shot and all your problems will come to an end.” He whispers against your ear and you stay perfectly still when he presses a soft kiss against your cheek. You make to look around, to face Thomas to at least find a semblance of reason to latch on to but James tuts and frames your chin once more, keeping your eyes on the target. “Eyes forward, baby. You wouldn’t want to miss.”

He then lets you go but you feel his presence looming over you, his shadow cast before you from the headlights shining behind. You feel a battle ensuing between your conscience, telling you that it's wrong to take the life of another, and your emotions, dictating that this is what you must do, to kill the man who wants your dead before he can lay upon you such a tragic fate. 

Indeed, you hate your father. Hate him with a passion, but is it right for you to stain your hands with his blood? He’s done such terrible things, yes, but killing him? 

You think of what your mother would say if she saw you right now. Would she be happy? Or would she be disappointed that you’d be killing off the last of your kin. 

“I’m going to kill you when I get out of here!” Your father shouts and it’s as if his words locked something in your head, pushing away the voice of reason and pulling forward the hatred that’s been simmering in the depths of your soul. 

He ruined your life. He killed your mom. So, it’s only right that you do the same. 

Without thinking twice, you shut your eyes and pull the trigger, flinching and dropping the gun when the shot rings loudly in your ears. You keep your eyes closed as you feel the adrenaline running wild through your veins, your chest heaving as you breathing turns heavy, opening your eyes when you hear James’ command from behind and gasping when you see your father’s lifeless body on the ground, his eyes wide open with the blood trickling from the wound on his forehead. 

You cover your mouth and stagger back in shock, your body going rigid as you couldn’t believe what you’ve done. You try to turn away, to leave the place all the same when you feel your surroundings closing in on you, suffocating you. But James catches you, his arms wrapping around your frame and you don’t care that he’s held you captive for days, weeks, months—you don’t know—and cry against his chest when the tears begin springing out from your eyes. 

He says something but words are muffled in your ears, only a distant ringing and several voices playing in the background as your world spins and renders you numb from everything. You feel yourself move but you’re unsure if you’re walking or being carried away. His chest is then pressed at your side and you look up to see the seriousness painting on his face. A loud roar resounds through the woods and the cool breeze of the night once more brushes against your face when he finally drives away. 

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Very important announcement!

I’m opening up requests for James Conrad! I’d like to grow his master list, so feel free to hit up my inbox with ideas! As usual, please keep it to fluff and smut only! 😁

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A wet, running Tom Hiddleston as Captain James Conrad!! Enjoy!#hiddlestoners #tomhiddleston #hiddleston #kongskullisland #jamesconrad

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