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Fiji {James Conrad x Female Reader Drabble}

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Pairing : James Conrad x Female Reader

Summary : A much-needed vacation for you and Conrad leads to nothing but lots of skin, sunshine, and the bluest blue you’ve ever seen.

W/c : 1.5k words

Content / Warnings : Established relationship, skinny-dipping, hurt/comfort (focus on the comfort for a change), some lingering angst, and just a touch of smut.

18+ Only - Minors DNI

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Daylight had only broken two hours prior, but you were already in the ocean. 

The bright cerulean sky overhead blended seamlessly with the crystal blue water below. At your shoulders, gentle and warm waves lapped at your skin, and in the distance, the calls of the local parrot finches provided the perfect soundscape for the island. Deep below the water’s surface, docile sand soothed the aching muscles of your feet, and if you submerged yourself completely in the water, you’d be able to see for almost a mile along the ocean floor. 

That is, if you were interested in thinking about anything besides the gorgeous man wrapped around you. 

Conrad had grumbled when you’d woken him up so early, just barely four hours after setting up camp and passing out on the vacant beach together. The face he’d made while trying desperately, and failing, to pull you back into the sleeping bag was infuriatingly adorable. But once his eyes had opened enough to see you happily stripping for a naked morning swim, his attitude had changed almost instantly. 

“Is this what you had in mind when you demanded a midnight boat ride to Tivoa Island?” Conrad had grinned as he peeled off his t-shirt and began working on his jeans. His hungry eyes were glued to your frame as you pulled your tank top overhead and then shimmied your shorts down your hips; his fingers, not quite as awake as his eyes were at that point, had fumbled with the buttons, struggling to free himself fast enough and catch up with you. 

You had laughed in response, walking backwards towards the water, taunting him with your nude form and an innocent smile on your lips. “I didn’t demand anything, darling. I politely requested that you find someone to give us a lift, that’s all.” 

The water was up to your knees by the time Conrad managed to catch up with you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and lifting you up into a backwards bearhug. And you had squealed with delight as he buried his nose in your neck and began to move you both deeper into the healing waters.

“If I had known that this little excursion was going to include skinny-dipping, I would have found us a ride a lot sooner than midnight, my dear…” he had murmured against your skin, breathing in your scent and running his hands along your hips once you lowered you back to your feet. 

Conrad’s touch was heavenly - his skin was so soft and soothingly warm, his every muscle so steady and strong against your back. At that moment, you were happier than you’d ever been. 

You’d already spent ten whole days and nine entire nights with him - every minute was kept all to yourselves, and there were absolutely no interruptions. But still, neither of you could keep your eyes and hands off each other the entire time. This was by far the longest you’d spent together since that very first meeting back in Saigon, and the entire trip had been nothing short of perfection - exploring new places and cultures along the islands of Fiji by day, and making considerable amounts of love by night. Everything the soul needed to set itself right again. 

Conrad hadn’t been sold on the idea of a vacation when you first broached the subject; he was a working man by birth, a desperate martyr looking for some way to be of use, and never one to turn down a job that needed doing. Whether any particular job actually needed doing was always up for debate, in your opinion, and after the tragedy on Skull Island, you were prepared to become relentless in your insistence that he needed to rest. 

But much to your surprise, he had immediately given in. He acquiesced, without any further struggle or argument, and took you up in your offer to travel for pleasure instead of pain. Because something horrible on that island had finally broken him, and it killed you to see it. 

Initially, he hadn’t wanted to discuss it at all…much in the same way he never wanted to talk about the war. You didn’t want to pry or to push in respect for his privacy, but you knew whatever still haunted him was deep and painful haunting. Even months later, he still had nightmares, and he’d wake up with a start, bolting upright and shouting orders at the long lost ghosts of Skull Island. 

And all you could do was hold Conrad tight, hoping that somewhere along the way, between the sun and the moon and the water, he’d finally be able to unburden himself. 

It was the third night in Lautoka, while basking in the afterglow of the second round of lovemaking that evening, when he finally opened up about the horrors of that place. Conrad wasn’t usually one for being upfront about his feelings, especially the negative ones, but he actually admitted to being absolutely terrified, for what was probably only the fourth or fifth time in his entire life. 

But he wasn’t necessarily scared of the monsters, or of the people - no, he had been frightened of never seeing you again. Of never getting to hold you, or make love to you again - and that fear was something he just couldn’t continue living with. With you, there was just too much for him to lose. And if there was one thing trackers hated the most, it was being unable to regain something precious. 

So now here you both were, standing back to chest in the Pacific Ocean, bathing in the sunlight and letting the waves purge away the aches and pains buried deep within both of your souls. Conrad was feeling so much better; he was smiling and laughing again, he was appreciating the little things, he was looking forward to the future. He was alive, and thus, so were you. 

Because you were loved here, cradled in Conrad’s arms and floating amongst the waves of his heart. And he was safe here, protected by you and the sunshine and the gentle breeze, from every dark shadow and every monster that still lingered in his painful memories. The gentle breeze blew away the ashes of the past, and the graceful waves paved the way for a quiet, simple life. 

Nothing could hurt either of you here, and absolutely everything could heal you. 

Conrad squeezed your hips again as he pressed lazy kisses along your neck and shoulder, and you were suddenly reminded of the time constraints against you both. The boat would be heading back to Lautoka at exactly noon, and the docks were just under a half hour’s walk from the beach. As much as you’d love to spend another week on this remote and exquisite beach, the rest of your belongings and food were still tucked away in your room at the Seabreeze Hotel…

“We should probably get a move on, if we don’t want to miss the boat back…” you murmured reluctantly, even as your heart raced while his lips moved up to your ear. Conrad let out an enticing and teasing hum as he nibbled on your earlobe, and a shiver of excitement ran down your spine as he pressed himself harder against your backside. 

“Yes, and we should probably have a snack before we go…” Conrad’s fingertips dipped between your thighs, grazing you softly with the most delicate of touches and leaving your brain short-circuiting in bewilderment. 

“I think there’s, uh…crackers…in my bag…” you breathed heavily, feeling lost in his touch again. Conrad’s fingers matched the gentle ocean waves as they pushed and withdrew, gathering up any leftover anguish and leaving nothing except euphoria in their wake. 

He continued that motion for a few more moments, winding you up for another beautiful release. Your head fell back against his shoulder and your lips parted with heavy breaths as your hips rolled with his fingers. Just as you were about to come, your fingernails dug into his forearms and you moaned his name in just the way he liked. 

But shockingly, right when you were on the edge of an incredible orgasm, Conrad completely withdrew his fingers and scooped you up bridal style instead. You gasped in surprise and your brow furrowed with irritation at the sudden reversal he'd pulled on you. But as you hooked an arm around his shoulder and looked up into his glittering blue eyes, at those irises shining brighter than the ocean and the sun combined, your heart outright stopped in your chest, like you were seeing him for the very first time again.

Conrad’s skin had grown so very tan from the sun, and so very soft from all the salt in the atmosphere. As his skin had grown tanner, new and more impressive freckles had popped up along his high cheekbones and broad shoulders. His beautiful eyes sparkled in the bright light reflecting off the water - the bluest blue you’d ever seen - and you could have sworn he’d acquired several new laugh-lines since this much-needed vacation had begun. 

He was healing. He was whole again, and the ocean had done that for you both. The ocean forces you to let go of everything holding you down, so you could focus on clinging to what was actually important. Nothing else on this planet could ever compare to the ocean’s power. 

Conrad just laughed as he carried you back to shore. “Oh, let me assure you, darling…It’s not food I’m hungry for.” 

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[anukulee]

Your Protector (James Conrad Letter)

Dedicated to @lokisgoodgirl

Dear Friend,

I am not one for letters, for I saw no need for them in my past occupation. Yet when I heard it was your birthday I thought it was only fit enough to write you a letter, one that I hope expresses my current wishes of mine to you.

Upon meeting you I was unsure what to think, for the island has left me to mistrust, far more than even the war. And while I can't disclose details of said mission, you can grasp a concept of what that means. Yet meeting you was such a change, you are a star, for never have I met such a woman such as you. For you are a woman who knows what she wants, and shall do anything to get it. Your eyes shine as bright as the day sky, and your friendship is the highest value to me. If you weren't married, I would gladly take you to be mine. Had it not been for your husband confusing for some actor you call Tom Hiddleston, we might've never met. Such a sad thought, as I would not know your friendship, as you stay up and talk me through my thoughts. Listening to me even if I can't give you the full story, your husband being just as grand as you. I truly thank you for the wonderful friendship, and I am sorry that I couldn't be more word-filled. I hope this is enough.

Signed Your Dearest Friend,

James Conrad

[sserpente]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! 🌞⛱️🤿

Guys! Let's do this! It's been way too long! Send in some prompts if you like! It's time to geek out! Besides, summer is coming up! So if you've got any hot ideas for that, shoot them my way as well!

You can send in prompts for the following characters this time:

Loki (Thor/The Avengers)

Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive)

Captain James Conrad (Kong: Skull Island)

Jonathan Pine (The Night Manager)

Thomas Sharpe (Crimson Peak)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things)

Captain Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean)

As always, please refer to my FAQ real quick before submitting a prompt! 💚

[crimsyn1981]

I just need to lose control of myself. Like can't think, can't breathe, can't walk, can't process type of losing control.

[hazelsmirrorball]

MASTERLIST

I decided to update my master list for all the new people. Thank you so much for all the support throughout the years. I appreciate and love you guys so much. Have a Wonderfull day.

 

☆☆☆☆☆

F1 |

Oscar Piastri

F1 elementary

Bed Chem

Lacy

Too Sweet

Roses

Mr. and Ms. Piastri

Drivers License

And they were roommates

Charles Leclerc

Summerween

My boy only breaks his favorite toys

It's not my fault you're like in love with me or something

Back to December

Bad idea right?

Paper Rings

    ☆☆☆☆☆

Bottoms |

Hazel Callahan :

Santa's Little Helper

Rockstar girlfriend part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5. part 6.

We aren't partners

Friendsgiving

The Bodyguard

Christmas in November

The day after Halloween

My girlfriend is a werewolf part 1. part 2.

Bottoms the podcast

Teacher Things

Undercover Spiderwoman part 1. part 2.

      ☆☆☆☆☆

DC |

Blue Beetle :

Spiderman's Biggest Fan part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5.

Jason Todd:

Bad idea right?

The exit

Valentines Number one hater

The better brother

The Red Container part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4.

Dick Grayson:

Vampire

The exit

The Cupid Trap

Villanious Love part 1. part 2.

The Better Brother

Bat-family:

The Bat-family

The better Robin, the better lover.

      ☆☆☆☆☆

Marauders Era |

James Potter :

Mystery of Love

Lover, James Potter Version

Regulus Black:

Rumors of love

Valentine

Astronomy

Marauders

Battle of the Valentines

Galentines Day

Heather (wolfstar)

Santas Little Helper

Hogwarts Elementary

Friendsgiving

The Marauders

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Slytherin Boys |

Lorenzo Berkshire :

Roses

Theodore Nott:

The Anonymous Red Velvet Cupcakes

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Extras |

JJ Maybank

Holidate

Conrad Fisher

Midnight grapes

Timothee Chalamet

Late Night Talking

[autumnscribbles]

masterlist

hello friends i'm finally making a masterlist!! i left out old imagines that i don't really write for those people anymore but yeah!!

requests always open!!

Love y'all!

Brad Simpson

secret's out

believe me

LA nights

after the show

rooftop

cheap wine

missing you

don't touch her

confessions

betrayal

friends

Colby Brock

lost

begin again

Conrad Fisher

secret

[carryingthebanner8]

Y’all please I’m begging for requests😭

[lettalady]

For the prompt "hope springs eternal"

oooh I had a couple things occur to me regarding this phrase. Let's chase after James Conrad and his younger step-sibling. They have a tradition between them, passing their father's lighter back and forth on or close to respective birthdays. He sort of meant for her to hang onto it this last time - but she had different ideas.

Thank you for getting the characters stirring!

Word Prompt Challenge : Send me a word (or phrase) and I’ll write a story

Hope springs eternal { Proverb: phrase of hope. It is human nature to find fresh cause for optimism. See also: You continue to hope something will happen, although it seems unlikely }

James Conrad shouldn't be escorting his little sister anywhere. Particularly he shouldn't be trying to find the safest way back from his camp site to civilization, or dealing with the pilot and ex-friend that brought said little sister from the safety of what once was home to discover why it was she hadn't heard from him. Solitude was sort of the point.

He was the tracker in the area that had a bit of time on his hands, so everyone brought the news to him these days, defeating his attempt at pulling away from the world. Shock wasn't the first thing that sprang to him when his little sister, more grimy than he's ever remembered seeing her. She wasn't alone, not that the company shepherding her was a welcome sight.

The moment he gets them both to his camp to clean up a little before the real trek begins, he turns to the man he knew during his SAS days, and once considered a close friend. This incident only adds to the bad blood between them. "I thought you'd be dead by now."

The former buddy only snorts deadpan in response, “I thought you’d be less of an asshole, but here we are.” 

Yes. Here they are. And if memory serves it's not him that's the asshole that cost so many their lives. James tamps down on the bubbling irritation threatening to turn an attempted rescue into a brawl. “So you brought my sister out here.” 

“Didn't know she was your sister at first."

At first. Didn't turn the job down once the connection was revealed. Clearly.

"She’d have found someone less reputable if I didn’t.” 

Hmmph. Reputable is a stretch. “Fair.” 

“And you’d’ve killed me if something had happened to her. Something different had happened. Not that I coulda known that she would take after your insanity. Took my reminder about IF it looked like we needed to jump to goddamned do it. Your family is…” 

“Whatchit.” 

Silence falls as they wait for his little sister to reappear, hopefully a little more put together and ready to make the long trek in. Maybe he'll get himself a drink, hustle the pool tables for money -- since he'll find himself in the city again.

"So. The plan is to get her out of here."

"Her, and you, on the first plane departing." James nods, "Hope springs eternal."

[loki-cees-all]

Cee's James Conrad Fic Masterlist

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One-Shot Collection

Fiji - James Conrad x Female Reader / Drabble / Hurt-Comfort (focus on the comfort for a change) / 1.5k words

How Do You Want Me? - James Conrad x Female Reader / Smut / coming soon

The Benefits of Dereliction - James Conrad x Female Reader / Smut / coming laterish

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[holdmytesseract]

Lyric-Drabble-Mania (completed)

a/n: This is the masterlist for my 1k follower special! 🥳 I already started to write the first drabbles, so I think I start to post them sometime next week! ☺️😁

General Warnings: fluff, angst/heavy angst, smuttish - no smut (There will be warnings on each drabble as well!)

All the lines taken from the songs are not mine. Lyrics are in bold, so credits to the artists.

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @ladycamillewrites @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @lulubelle814 @coldnique @sweetpeapod @thefemininemystiquee @cheekyscamp @peaches1958 @multifandom-worlds @stupidthoughtsinwriting @eleniblue @simping-for-marvel @lokixryss

°☆• Masterlist •☆°

Jealousy {Robert Laing x fem!Reader}

Blown Away {Jonathan Pine x fem!Reader}

Running Out of Time {Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader}

Sing Me To Sleep {BabyFever!Loki & Ella}

Too Late {Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader}

Forever In His Eyes {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}

Bewitched {Will Ransome x fem!Reader}

Not Alone {Jonathan Pine x fem!Reader}

One Look {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}

Memories {Magnus Martinsson x fem!Reader}

Coldness in Our Hearts {Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader}

Possession {Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader}

Healing Words {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}

Guardian Angel {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}

The Long Way 'Round {Young!Tom Hiddleston x fem!Readed}

Shattered Hearts {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}

Demons {Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader}

So Loved {BabyFever!Loki & Ella}

Nightmare Turned Reality {Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader}

On Edge {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}

Lifesaver {Magnus Martinsson x fem!Reader}

Be Right Now {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}

[mochie85]

A Night With The Captain

A moodboard created for @the-slumberparty "Test Your Palette Challenge" using the colors above. I got very lucky with the color scheme the first time around.

Main Masterlist | Moodboard Masterlist

Tagging people who might be interested: @springdandelixn @michelleleewise @lokisgoodgirl @gigglingtigger @xorpsbane @sarahscribbles @loopsisloops @mischief2sarawr @ladyofthestayingpower @irishhappiness @ladycamillewrites @fictive-sl0th @muddyorbsblr @lokiprompts @give-me-a-moose @immersed-in-mischief @britishserpent @theaudacitytowrite @coldnique @holdmytesseract @wheredafandomat @tallseaweed @simplyholl

[lokisgoodgirl]

I'll leave him, James!!!! I'll leave him!!!! 😂😂 Just give me all the words like this. The letter bursting into flames from the heat coming off my skin 😂😂

@anukulee thank you so much!!!!! Ahhhhh this is amazing.

Despite his very gentlemanly sentiments, I feel like he'd include a polaroid of this... 😂

Your Protector (James Conrad Letter)

Dedicated to @lokisgoodgirl

Dear Friend,

I am not one for letters, for I saw no need for them in my past occupation. Yet when I heard it was your birthday I thought it was only fit enough to write you a letter, one that I hope expresses my current wishes of mine to you.

Upon meeting you I was unsure what to think, for the island has left me to mistrust, far more than even the war. And while I can't disclose details of said mission, you can grasp a concept of what that means. Yet meeting you was such a change, you are a star, for never have I met such a woman such as you. For you are a woman who knows what she wants, and shall do anything to get it. Your eyes shine as bright as the day sky, and your friendship is the highest value to me. If you weren't married, I would gladly take you to be mine. Had it not been for your husband confusing for some actor you call Tom Hiddleston, we might've never met. Such a sad thought, as I would not know your friendship, as you stay up and talk me through my thoughts. Listening to me even if I can't give you the full story, your husband being just as grand as you. I truly thank you for the wonderful friendship, and I am sorry that I couldn't be more word-filled. I hope this is enough.

Signed Your Dearest Friend,

James Conrad

[hazelsmirrorball]

CUPIDS FOURTEEN LOVE STORIES MASTERLIST

Since I love Valentine’s Day so much I decided to to a little Valentine’s Day series as a gift from me to you. Enjoy <3

Valentines Number One Hater

Jason Todd x Fem! Reader

Jason hates Valentine's Day with a burning passion. When he decides to take out his trash he bumps into his next door neighbor, Y/n. Y/n is obsessed with Valentines and is attempting to go on a nice valentines day but her plans don’t go as planned when she gets stuck in the elevator with her neighbor.

Late Night Talking

Timothée Chalamet x Fem!Reader

Timothee decides to have a cozy night in for Valentine’s Day with his lovely girlfriend

The Anonymous Red Velvet Cupcakes Bak er

Theodore Nott x Reader

Y/n loves red velvet cupcakes, so to win her heart someone anonymously tries to make her family’s secret recipe

Hogwarts Elementary

Modern Marauders! X Fem! Reader

It's Valentine's Day in Hogwarts Elementary and James decides it's a good idea to play secret admire with one of the teachers.

Lover, James Potter Version

James Potter x Fem! Reader

you’re madly in love with James Potter and you’ll make everyone know that you’ll love him forever.

Midnight Grapes 

Conrad Fisher x Fem! Reader

Y/n wants love so she decides that the best thing she could do is eat grapes on New Years Eve.

The Better Robin, the better lover.

Batbros x Batsis

It’s Valentine’s Day, and the Batbros are fighting over who is most likely to get a flower arrangement.

The Cupid Trap

dick Grayson x spider!girl reader

In which Jason Todd tries to settle his hopeless romantic best friend on a date with his brother.

Holidate

JJ Maybank x Kook! Reader 

Y/n lies to her parents to make them accept her boyfriend, JJ.

Valentine

Regulus Black x Fem! Reader 

Regulus asked Y/n to be his Valentines 

Roses

Lorenzo Berkshire x Reader

Lorenzo get anonymous flowers for Valentine’s Day.

Galentines

 Fem! Reader x Mauraders! Era girlies 

the girls decide that they should do a picnic for their annual galentines celebration. 

Battle of the Valentines

Remus Lupin x Fem! Reader, James Potter x Fem! Reader, Sirius Black x Fem! Reader. 

The marauders all have a crush on their best friend, Y/n. They all want to ask her to be their valentine, the better one will win her heart.

[Regular Masterlist]

[cleo-fox]

Come Back, Be Here

Summary: Conrad has been away on a job for two months. Perhaps the welcome home will make up for it.

Pairing: James Conrad x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, p in v sex, fluffy sex.

Series: A Girl Back Home (I don’t have a masterlist for this yet, but this is what I’m calling this series). Technically, this is preceded by Wildest Dreams, but it can be read on its own as well.

A/N: Once again, I got carried away. Curse this man and his ridiculous biceps!

Conrad has been away on a job for two months.

You knew you would miss him, but you didn’t realize you would feel it in so many places—in the empty space next to you in bed, the shaving cream he’d left in your bathroom, the absence of his favorite cereal in your grocery cart. You sleep in his sweatshirt like surrounding yourself with a physical reminder of him will ease the ache in your heart. 

You wonder if having a girl back home feels equally strange to him. He has a photo of you in his wallet, a candid black and white with “I love you” scrawled in your handwriting on the back. The night before he left, you tried hiding a love letter in the billfold, with the idea that he’d find it while he was gone and think of you. It was the most romantic idea you’d had in the course of your relationship…and he found it almost immediately.

“What’s this?” he’d asked, holding up the letter with a quietly amused sort of expression that made you miss him already.

You sighed. “How did you already find that?”

He raised his eyebrows, like you were being silly. “It was hard not to notice.”

“How? It’s a piece of paper.”

“It completely changes the look and feel of the entire wallet.”

You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or just teasing you. “Well, it was supposed to be a romantic surprise.”

He’d smiled fondly and tucked the note back in the billfold. “I’ll read it later, then. The moment I start missing you.”

(He will tell you later that he read it as soon as the plane took off and that fact makes you want to hold him tighter than ever).

You’d gathered that this assignment is much like the last job—the one that has sent him to your doorstep late at night with his heart in his hands and confessions on his lips. You have his itinerary—or as much as he could give you, anyway. He’d said he’d call when he could—and he does. The line is crackly and you can hear a strange humming that reminds you a little bit of crickets, but just a little bit off. The calls don’t show up on your phone bill—it’s a new technology, he’d said. Something with satellites. Technically, it wasn’t supposed to be used for personal calls, but he’d told them he wouldn’t take the job unless they made an exception.

He’d told you that casually over breakfast, like it was an incidental detail. You knew better, though—you knew it meant that he loved you.

You don’t ask too many questions when he calls. You tell him about your day, what you made for dinner, the progress of the squirrel that has been trying to get into the bird feeder.

He doesn’t talk about what he’s doing—he speaks in anecdotes that could happen anywhere. Something funny that Weaver said, a story Brooks had told him. You could almost believe he was away on a regular business trip from these conversations—sometimes you try to imagine him in a suit in some shitty hotel a few hours away, living off of stale drip coffee and mediocre takeaway.

He always ends his calls the same way: “I love you. Speak soon.”

You’d told him there was no such thing as safe and you know that’s true, but it feels different when you’re the girl back home.

He wasn’t quite sure when he’d be coming back. In theory, it wouldn’t be longer than three months; in practice, you don’t really know. You’re bracing yourself for a longer timeframe in the hope that you’ll be pleasantly surprised instead of crushingly disappointed.

Two months and three days after he left, the sound of the lock coming undone wakes you in the middle of the night.

Right away, you know it’s him. And even though you were dead asleep mere moments ago, you’re on your feet immediately, running down the hall in the dark, heart full of hope.

The sight of him is like a feast in a famine and your eyes rake over his frame with a fervor. He’s barely locked the door behind him when you throw your arms around him, burying your face against his neck.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” he says, which you both know is a lie. It’s been two long and lonely months—you couldn’t sleep through this and he’d be hard pressed to let you. 

“I missed you,” you say. You tip your head up and he meets you halfway, drawing you into a kiss that feels like home. His mouth is warm on yours and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him as close as you can.

It’s a minute later when he pulls back, eyes hooded. “I missed you, too.” He catches sight of his sweatshirt and grins, tugging at the hem. “Though I must admit, I didn’t realize I’d be relinquishing my possessions when I left.”

You arch an eyebrow. “Don’t you think it suits me?”

He hums, his hands sneaking up beneath the hem to squeeze your waist. “You know I prefer you in other clothes.”

“What other clothes?”

“Absolutely no clothes.”

“Your preferred outfit is the absence of an outfit? Doesn’t really make sense,” you say, barely suppressing the shiver that runs up your spine.

“Jet lag,” he says, pulling you flush against him, his grip firm on your hips.

“Should we go to bed then?”

He kisses you sweetly on the lips. “I’ve been waiting two months to hear you say that.”

Your capacity to tease him is limited in the best of circumstances, but after so long without him, it may as well be nonexistent. You lead him into the bedroom and the two of you descend to the bed in a tangle of limbs, his cock pressing hard and heavy against your belly. He fits his hips against yours and it feels so right, it’s almost as if he never left.

“God, I missed you,” he breathes against your lips as he rocks his hips against you. “I missed this.”

“James.” You say his name like a prayer as you fumble with his belt buckle. “I need you.”

And in truth, it’s not even that you need sex so much as you need to feel him. Safe. Home. Yours.

“You need me?” he asks with a bit of a playful smirk, even as he tugs your sleep shorts down and off your hips.

You nod, unbuckling his belt. “Right here, right now.” 

His smile is sharp as you free his cock. You run your hand up and down his length and a low, pleased sound rumbles in his chest as you line him up at your entrance. He pushes inside you immediately, groaning as his hips slide into place, flush against yours.

He rests his forehead against yours, his eyes fluttering shut. “Have I mentioned how much I missed you?”

“I don’t mind hearing about it again,” you say, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“I thought about you every day,” he says. “Every night.”

“Did you think about this?”

He groans. “Constantly.”

His mouth is back on yours as his hips begin moving in short, shallow thrusts, like he can’t bear to be parted from you for even a moment. There’s something graceful about the way he moves on top of you, body rolling like waves on the sea. You pull yourself even closer, your arms winding around his neck. 

He’s holding back and you don’t want him to. You want him to take you hard and fast, until the ache of his absence is little more than a memory. 

“James.” You think he hears the desperation into your voice because he shifts his hips and hits that angle that makes you see stars, his fingers slipping between the two of you to circle your clit. Your head lolls back onto the pillow as you whimper. It’s been so long and the relief of him finally easing the ache inside of you is almost too much.

He grits his teeth, head tipping back just slightly. “Fuck. I love this. I love you.”

A tingling pressure is building in your hips, your muscles clenching tighter and tighter around his cock.

Conrad groans. “God, yes, that’s it, that’s so good, darling, that’s so fucking good—”

You mouth his name like it’s a magic word that will cause the tension inside you to finally snap like a rubber band and take you to bliss.

And suddenly, it does, with all the rush and roar of a river dam bursting. Two months of a longing, aching need finally reaching its spectacular conclusion. You surrender to the tide, letting it pull you under as you cry out over and over again.

He keeps going as your orgasm moves through you in waves, his thrusts growing more frantic as the rippling shocks of your pleasure drag him closer to his breaking point.

“I’m sorry, darling, I’m not going to last.” He’s panting, hips stuttering in their rhythm as he sucks in a shaky anticipatory breath.

“Come for me,” you breathe and his face contorts in ecstasy and a low, perfect groan falls from his lips as he empties himself inside you. You barely have a moment to appreciate the transcendent expression on his face before his mouth covers yours and he kisses you so slowly and deeply it makes your toes curl.

It’s a minute or two before he stills, savoring the afterglow and the feeling of you underneath him.

“I love you.” He breathes the words against your lips, like they’re a secret only for you to know. It’s not the first time he’s said this, but it feels just as new, just as thrilling nonetheless.

“I love you, too.” You press a kiss against his lips. “And I’m so glad you’re home.”

[lokiscockslut]

im a little bit tipsy right now so my reblog may not be the most constructive (yes i know it's 2 pm i have a day off) but i hope you know that even though im not really active on tumblr i look forward to your posts and seeing you tag me makes my week every single time ❤️ keep doing what you're doing literally no other Loki/Tom character fics bring out the same feelings in me as yours do EDIT: agh in my inebriqted state i forgot to comment on the fic itself. i think it's amazing and i'll reread it tomorrow when i'm in a state to actually comprehend the words im reading ❤️ i'm liking it so far you literary einstein

I feel like Conrad could be the type who gets horny when he’s jealous. Like if he broke up with you and saw you at a bar flirting with someone else, he’s like oops, I made a horrible mistake and the only way to deal with it is to interrupt this nonsense and fuck it out in the most convenient and reasonably private place. But maybe that’s just me.

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐒𝐢𝐱 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯��� 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐.𝟒𝐤

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“...and that’s when I told him, “buddy, I’m the one who told your wife!””

Eric’s grating high pitched cackle regrettably brings your attention back to the present. He’s looking at you expectantly across the small bar table and so you do your best to force a polite laugh. He looks placated and so you relax, although it’s anyone’s guess what he’s been talking about for the past ten minutes. 

A small part of you feels guilty - it had been you who suggested this date, after all - but the plan you’ve been using him for has been falling into place since you both walked through the frosted doors to the bar. You had selected this table on purpose and took the side that offered you a clear view across the bar to the tiny booth by the window.

The tiny booth in which James has been watching you from all night. 

He’s been nursing the same bottle of 333 for over half an hour, and you’d be willing to bet that it’s still mostly full. Once those icy blue eyes had caught sight of you, everything else seemed to have faded away. 

Eric is in the middle of another mind numbing story, but you choose that exact second to let out a squeal of laughter and reach out a hand to place it on his forearm. At once, four pairs of eyes are on you. Eric’s are bright and disbelieving and maybe a tiny bit confused as to what exactly you’re laughing at.

Across the bar James’ are boring into you, almost as if daring you to laugh again. 

A burst of pride fills your chest. The man who insisted that he didn’t get jealous is jealous. Blindingly jealous. And it’s all because of you. 

“Eugene, you’re a balm for the soul, but would you excuse me for a minute? I’ve got to go powder my nose,” you interrupt your date so suddenly that he genuinely looks taken aback. 

Or at least that’s what you think. 

“It’s Emmet,” he says as you stand from the table. “My name is Emmet.”

You’re briefly mortified - he has served his purpose after all,- but it’s short lived when you glance quickly across the bar and lock eyes with James. Any mortification is soon replaced with exhilaration. 

“Emmet, right. My mistake,” you offer halfheartedly, already turning in the direction of the bathrooms before he can draw breath to reply. 

Your heels clack on the tile floor in time with the music that’s blaring obnoxiously from the small stage to your right, and it sends a rush of confidence straight to your head. You bask in it, letting the warm glow rush all the way to the bottom of your black stiletto heels.

Let James Conrad try and resist you tonight. 

Slowly, you descend the steps to the dimly lit bathrooms below. The music from above becomes muffled when you push through the heavy wooden door, giving you the perfect opportunity to hear the heavy tread of footsteps that follow down the stairs not two minutes later. 

You’re already standing at the mirrors reapplying your lipstick when the wooden door swings open, this time with force, and then it’s just you and James in a very small space.

Just like old times. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” you say after only a beat of silence, surprised at how confident you sound when your heart is beating a mile a minute inside your chest.

James doesn’t move an inch from where he’s standing in the doorway, but you can feel his eyes running over you like you’re a prize he’s finally caught. It’s nothing short of exhilarating to see how you still affect him, and it makes a small glimmer of hope burn in your chest that maybe he’s had the same misgivings as you about the sudden end of your relationship. 

“I could say the same about you,” he finally replies. “You told me you hated this place.”

You drop your lipstick back into your bag and turn to face him, allowing yourself only a second to drink in the familiar shape of the man you once loved. 

No. The man you still love. The man you never stopped loving. 

“No I didn’t. I told you I hated the wine they served here. Two completely different grievances,” you reply, not missing the tiny twitch of his lips. “Anyway, what are you doing here? I thought you were off on the Galapagos somewhere.” 

“No you didn’t.” James’ reply is instant, and the quiet confidence with which he says it makes something molten stir to life between your thighs. 

“Hmm, weird. Eddit and I were talking all about his latest posting and he told me he was in the Galapagos with James Conrad. Or maybe it was the guy from last week? I think his name was…Isaac?” you reply, doing your best to maintain a look of total innocence and delighting in the way he rolls his jaw in irritation. 

It’s how you know you’ve got him. 

James inhales deeply and wordlessly reaches an arm back behind him to flip the lock on the bathroom door. The click is barely audible, but it makes the air thicken with anticipation. Your eyes eagerly meet his, and you hold his gaze as he closes the distance between you in two large, slow strides, backing you firmly against the wall. The coldness of the tiles seeps through the thin material of your dress, but it contrasts oh so wonderfully with the heat of James’ body as he presses flush against you. 

“Enough,” he says, his voice low and dangerous, and he reaches out to take your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I know exactly what you’re doing.”

His touch has excitement thrumming through your veins and awakens delicious memories of what those skilled hands are capable of doing elsewhere. Perhaps if you’re lucky…

A fresh pulse of heat pools between your thighs at the thought.

“Is it working?” you ask with a coy smile. 

His blue eyes dart momentarily to your lips, but they’re just as quickly back on yours and burning bright with desire. “Yes.”

Before you can even draw breath James’ lips are crashing roughly against yours while two large hands bracket your face. His kiss is hungry and demanding, like you’re an oasis in his never ending desert, and you meet his eagerness with your own. You want to devour him and, even with your arms possessively wrapped around his broad shoulders, it’s impossible to pull him close enough. 

How on Earth have you managed to survive six months without him? How did you ever let him convince you that breaking up was in your best interest? If tonight leads to anything more than this, you vow that you’ll never let this man go again. 

James is pressing you firmly against the bathroom wall, like he too can’t get close enough. You can feel the taut, toned muscles of his abdomen beneath the dark blue button down, and it almost sends you frantic with need. It’s impossible to stop your wandering hands from sliding down his back to dip beneath the hem, greedily exploring the dips and contours of his stomach and tracing the outline of his abs. 

James moans appreciatively against your lips and rewards you with a roll of his hips against yours. His cock is hard and straining against his jeans, making you almost dizzy with desire. You need James Conrad like you need the air in your lungs, even if it takes all damn night to be fully satisfied. 

Panting, you pull back from his kiss, but not without a parting nip to his bottom lip. “Is this what happens when I try to make you jealous?”

James is equally breathless as the tip of his nose lightly traces your cheek. “This is what happens when I realise that letting you go was the biggest mistake I ever made.”

Your heart skips joyously in your chest and you’re struck with the sudden need to hold him. “James…,” you breathe out softly, but his lips are back on yours before you can say anything more. 

His kiss is just as eager as before. You welcome it gladly, drinking in the taste of him while he hoists one of your legs around his waist, then the other until both are locked around him and he’s pinning you to the bathroom wall. 

Your dress is now somewhere around your waist, so when James rolls his hips against you once more, you can feel the teasing press of his cock through the thin lace of your underwear. It lights a fire deep in your core, a fire that will only be quenced by having him fuck you right here, right now. 

Just like the first time.

“James,” you say again against his lips, and there’s no missing the note of utter desperation in your voice. 

“Yes?” he replies, resting his forehead against yours. 

Your hands drop to his belt buckle, making short work of it and eagerly moving to his zipper. “Please. Right here. I’ve missed you too much.” 

He hums low in his throat but offers you a devastating smirk. “My depraved girl. I see you haven’t changed at all.” 

You succeed in freeing him from his boxers and impatiently wrap your hand around his cock, relishing the deep moan that floats sinfully from between his lips. “I’ve actually learned a few things,” you tease him. 

James wraps his hand around your own, coaxing it faster while the other pushes aside the skimpy lace underwear beneath your dress. “I expect a thorough lesson later.”

Later. That one simple word sends a wave of euphoria rushing through your blood. 

With your free hand you pull his lips closer to yours. “That depends on how well you perform right now.”

James grins at your teasing and you feel the head of his cock drag through your soaked cunt. “Wicked, wicked girl,” he whispers, claiming your lips right as he eases himself inside you. 

You whimper against his lips as he fills you slowly until you can take no more of him. Your cunt flutters wildly around him and you hear his quiet grunt of pleasure. It’s intoxicating - he’s intoxicating - and you don’t think you can last another second without being his. 

“Please, James,” you beg softly, clenching around him for good measure. 

His eyes are dancing as he gazes at you. “I never was able to deny you anything, was I?” he says, adjusting your legs around his waist. “I have no intention of starting now, darling girl.” 

He moulds his body instantly to yours, rolling his hips just right to hit that sweet spot inside you over and over. He knows you intimately, knows your body better than anyone else, and it isn’t long until you’re clinging desperately to his shoulders, repeating his name like a prayer to the Heavens and caring little if anyone can hear your cries of pleasure. 

In this moment James Conrad is all you know, he’s all you want to know, and when his hand slips between you both to expertly toy with your clit you know you’re done for. 

The heady combination of his fingers on your clit and his cock in your cunt have little stars dancing at the edges of your vision. Your release builds like a tidal wave in your core until it’s white hot and you’re dangling right off the glorious edge of the freefall. 

You aren’t going to last much longer.

“James…please…gonna cum….please,” you beg, closing your eyes against the sheer force of the pleasure building in your core. 

It’s been too long, too long since you’ve been properly fucked, and, from previous experience, you know this man is about to ruin you for anyone else. 

James is panting heavily in your ear, forehead resting against your temple while he’s half gone to his own impending climax. “‘Wait,” he pleads. “Wait for me.” 

With how sinfully he’s grunting and moaning in your ear and how precariously you’re balancing on the knife edge, you aren’t sure you can wait, but you hear his deep intake of breath barely a minute later. 

“Cum for me, my sweet girl. Now.” It’s a direct order, and one that you have no intention of disobeying. 

Your orgasm erupts with so much force that you can’t even scream. It steals the breath from your lungs, leaving you incapable of doing anything but clutch wildly at the man between your legs. You force yourself to breathe, and James’ name leaves you in a scream that rings off the bathroom walls, as though it’s the only word you’ll ever need to know. He pulls you tight against his firm chest as he rides out his own release, cursing and moaning your name until his hips finally go still. 

The silence of the bathroom is only broken by the joint sounds of your heavy breathing and the wet press of James’ lips to your neck. 

You’re boneless in his strong arms when you eventually come down off your high, unable to do anything but cling to him and nuzzle your face into the familiar comfort of his neck. He still uses the same cologne - the expensive one you bought him one Christmas - and it makes you grip him that little bit tighter. 

Had he ever really let go?

James’ chest is heaving as he holds you, and you feel the warmth of his palm as he runs it along your back. So much has changed in the past six months, yet nothing has changed at all. 

“I knew going on that date with Elliot was a good idea. Best sex I’ve had in six months,” you say finally - and a little groggily - against the warm skin of his neck. 

You hear James laugh quietly and press a kiss to your hair. “I’ve missed you, sweet girl. More than you know.” 

You return his kiss with one of your own to the juncture of his neck and shoulder, then raise your head to meet his eyes. “Then don’t let me go again,” you reply. It’s half an order, half a plea. 

James cradles your face in his hands, like you’re the one thing he’s waited his entire life to hold. “I lived six months without you. I don’t intend on ever doing it again.” 

It’s a promise that he seals with a kiss.

[infinitystoner]

Compliance

A continuation of Misconduct

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.”