#low key needs the attention of those in close proximity

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Random Damian Wayne Headcanon

Does anyone else get the feeling that, in all seriousness, Damian would be an attention- demanding drunk? Because I am completely convinced that Drunk Damian acts exactly like a cat that desperately wants attention but doesn't want anyone to know that they desperately want attention. (I take no criticism on this, btw.)

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👋hello angel faces I'm back lol I finally finished this last final part of satisfy I kinda got writers block then came back to it then lost interest then came back again LOL but yay finally finished it I hope it's to y'all's liking once again this is my first smut I've ever written so still learning but I thought I'd pop that cherry🍒 and give it a go lol anywho hope y'all like sorry for any Mispronunciations mistakes etc etc

Warning: adult content smut lemon 🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋 whatever u wanna call it

18 plus please 🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️ enjoy

Recap:

"Where are you blue eyes?"

u thought until all of a sudden a beautiful deep husky voice whispers in your ear.

"You looking for me dollface"?

Your body stilled as his breath tickled and caressed the curve of your ear sending a sweet chill up your spine you closed your eyes basking in the moment as his beautiful smoky aroma evaded your senses you slightly turned your head to the side meeting his gaze

Violet eyes meets glowing blue his body flushed against your back as his hands grazed lightly down your arms to your hips lingering there his fingers tracing patterns in every dip and curve

"You been causing quite the stir tonight little minx".... He whispered Your eyes went wide " Oh yes ..I've been watching you ..quite the little seductress ...

"That being said im not a man easily seduced.. but I must say You have my attention.."

"im not gonna lie that little stunt you pulled on the dance floor got me harder then teen boy on prom night " ....his voice was so slow and deep and breathy making the hairs on the back of your neck rise.

He pushed himself closer into you his head and nose now in the crook of your neck inhaling your scent and making you very much aware of the slight simi harden on pressing against your ass.

you smiled and shivered with glee as you pressed back him groaning deeply in response as you raise your arm up slowly your palm meeting his soft black spiky mane your head to the side your eyes locked on his

You giggled "have I now? Then it dawned on you "Oh u mean that" "Well... its part of my quirk " I feed off sexual energy very much like....a succubus" "a girls gotta eat you know" you laughed a light blush tinting your cheeks at your cheesy joke to ease the tension ...is it hot in here or just me you thought

Without a hint of warning he vigorously spun you around faced to face his eyes glowed with a salacious hunger

"Is that so" ....he pauses pulling you closer by the hips his hot breath in your ear

"Then tell me princess....are you still hungry ?"

The dam just broke

Without hesitation you look him dead in the eye the words you been dying to say all night left your lips

"your place or mine?" You breathed

He chuckle at your eagerness

"how bout yours dollface"?

You smiled "sounds perfect.. mines only a few blocks away from here" you said excitement and anticipation buding inside you.

"Lead the way princess"

once those words left his lips you wasted no time grabbing his hand you made a bee line across the dance floor outside the club and into the night.

As you both neared your apartment no words were spoken but his eyes oh those damn beautiful eyes you could feel them on your body roaming every inch of you his close proximity driving your senses wild .. every step you took was complete agony taking everything in you to not take him right then and there on the street. You were overwhelmed with hunger his scent so heavy and thick swirled around you.

your violet eyes puslesd faster as images of him on your bed nude on full display his cock in hand his tip dripping with pre cum took root through your mind you took a deep breath shaking your head as you picked up the pace you turned on the last block your apartment finnaly coming into view.

you fumble quickly threw your purse for your keys nearly dropping them in the process as you felt his hot breath caressed them back of your neck his body close against your back his arousal so potent it was making your head spin.

"Easy there princess no need to rush" he grazed his teeth at the shell of your ear giving it a slight playful nip "

Relax ...we got all night " he purred (this man has an ear fetish I swear )

his voice was low and husky making your heart race you sucked in a breath your knuckles turning white clutching the keys in your right hand as you felt his lips leaving a trail of light feather kisses down the curve of your neck his right hand sliding down past your navel reaching the front hem of your dress his long fingers curling underneath lifting it up slightly giving him access of your wet aching cunt.

"worry not dollface ..im not going anywhere til my little succubus is full and satisfied" he purred softly

Fuck!...

your breath hitched as he cupped your cunt his long middle index finger sliding your panties to the side spreading your folds rubbing small slow circles on your clit you arched your back more spreading your legs apart giving him more access

"Mmm look at you baby girl you like that don't you? ...naughty little thing so wet for me all ready and we haven't made pass the door yet ...mhmm""do you like the idea being seen little one ...hmm? you dropped your purse on the floor all coherent thoughts went out they window as he inserted one then two fingers inside you gliding in and out slowly as he pressed his hard member up against your back as his free hand shot up into your hair pulling your head back hard your nose to the ceiling as his mouth and teeth wreck havoc on your neck his fingers picking up speed inside your soaking cunt his thumb rubbing circles on your clit

He had you right where he wanted you he was different then others .. for the first time in your life you were not in control .... you were completely at His mercy and you like it

You let out a breathy moan your mind blank so close you could feel the knot build getting tighter and just when you were about to cum he moves his hand away you let out a whimper " Not yet baby girl" he whispers his strong arousal swirled around you dominating your senses your nostrils flared again as you breathed deep in its depts your mouth watered your core begging for more ...begging for him. You laughed at the thought begging?? What's become of you?

who was this mystery man ?

He steps away as you pulled your dress down his piercing eyes Meeting yours as he took his fingers and slowly suck your juices "Mmm just what I thought .... "Sweet as honey" .... Fuckkkk!!

The dam broke ...again...... you turned on your heel and opened the door pulling him in your domain oh its on mystery man .......

Closing your apartment door you turned not wasting another minute tossing your keys and purse to the the side you quickly grabbed a fist full of his white t and push your body up against his pulling him to your level diving in for an open kiss your tongues darting in began to dance and twirl fighting for dominance as your bodies begin to move further into your apartment his taste was such a delight the mix of whiskey and mint coated your tongue and mouth as the scent of amber and smoke filled and fueled your senses given you a delicious high no drug could ever possess.

You purred in his mouth with satisfaction as you made it to your bedroom breaking between breathy kisses as you both make contact with your bed he smirked against your lips as he flips you over over rolling on top taking the reins.

He moves his lips to the base of your throat his tongue slowly trailing up to the tip of your chin as his left hand reaches the hem of your dress his right pining your wrists above your head

A warmth coats your skin as the slight scent of burning fabric reaches your nose your eyes meeting his carnal gaze.

"I met what i said sweetheart .. but know this i am by no means good nor a gentle man ... do you still want this ?" He rocked his hips against your middle his cock now hard and ready for the taking

holy fucking hell..

You wanted this man not once had it crossed your mind to back out not even close yet here he was giving you an out without a second thought you wrapped your legs tight locking them around his middle thrusting your hips upwards with a devious look on your face

He smirked lowering his face to yours "good girl" he purred you shivered at his words as he pulled at your now semi burnt dress ripping the remains and burning the rest until you were completely bare beneath him

His intense blue eyes scan your naked body his hands trail from your neck grazing your breasts stopping at your thighs spreading them wide his palms leaving warm tingles and in it's wake his nails digging in your flesh he dips his head low between your legs kissing and nipping as your thighs giving your cunt a slow long lick pausing in between giving it a low hum his tongue slowly swirles and twirls up and down then side to side you purred in delight at the sensation

In one fluid motion he growls low flipping you on your belly fast with blunt force His right arm now coiled around your front pulling you close to his chest his lips and teeth trailing up your neck as he stops at the base of your ear his breath heaves low his scent heavy with need driving all your senses wild with extreme hunger

He took in a breath giving your neck a quick nip his right arm still locked his left hand makes its way to your ass cheek giving it a hard squeeze then slowly his hand moved to your right breast giving your nipple a slight tug as he continued descended lower along your navel his fingers digging through your dark curls spreading your folds slipping one then two fingers painfully slow as if testing the waters

You muled in delight as You arched your back into is chest mouth ajarded as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of you the sounds of your pants and moans filled the room the fimilar budding sensation began to grow higher and higher once again as he continued pumping his fingers "that's my girl" he whispered "you like that don't you "? Just as i thought .... That's it ... "let me hear that pretty voice" that's right ... cum for me " his words egged you on as your eyes started pulsing your moans getting louder with each breath your tummy begin to coil tighter your eyes glazed over as white light clouds your vision as you clinch down hard soaking his fingers with your juices riding out your high

He purred in your ear giving your shoulder a quick nip as he flipped you on your back spreading your legs wide like butter as he places his hands on your hips giving your body a slight jerk closing the gap between

you looked up at him with hooded eyes as the scent of Amber and smoke took over your senses you could feel his hard cock free and bare being pressed against your wet folds as he hovers above you his right hand now on his dick as he began to tease your entrance you whimper with need the odd sensation of cool and hot licked your skin the cool Staples and parts of his burnt skin leaving a satisfying sensation in it's wake

His lips came into contact with yours branding them with rough brusing kisses a battle between lips tongue and teeth (he was winning) as his body pressed even closer a warmth begin to lick and coat at your skin as he thrusted his cock deep in your waiting cunt

You drew in a deep breathy moan as he Completely bottomed out his hands pinning your wrists on equal sides of your head his hips began to pump vigorously each thrust deeper than the first faster and harder your eyes begin to pulse it's violet hue as the aroma of sex fills the air you breathed in deep feeding off the energy his energy and yours combined it was like no other taste you ever had leaving you voracious for more his eyes bored into yours his breaths turning into short pants as he kept you pinned down pounding you harder into the mattress relentlessly the heat of his quirk came off of him in waves just enough leaving light burn marks on your wrist sweat drip from your forehead as your violet hue eyes began to water as that delicious familiar heat begin to surface once more your toes began to curl in his ruts now becoming more sloppy "yes right there mmm I'm gonna cum ..... I'm gonna fill that pussy up " grabbing you by the neck giving it a light squeeze he plunged deeper inside you filling you up painting your insides walls white that insatiable warmth sending you over the edge

he collapsed on top of u as you both took a breath not a word was said as he stayed buried inside you

his paints began to slow his face in your crook of your neck his breath leaving warm puffs on your skin you hummed Baskin in the moment your body vibrating in the after glow your mind buzzing

He lifts his head slowly to your ear giving it a slight tug with is teeth his voice husky and low

"I hope your up for round two..I'm not quite done with you yet dollface " mmm a wonton man you thought

his beautiful lazy blues now dark and commanding sending your loins a blaze you cracked a smile biting your lower lip

..a promise fulfilled tangled in the sheets all throughout the night til you were full and satisfied.

[gangaanantam]

Ganga Anantam: The Epitome of Luxury Living in Gurgaon

Ganga Anantam, located in Sector 85, Gurgaon, stands as a testament to modern urban living, combining luxury, convenience, and strategic location. Developed with meticulous attention to detail, this ready-to-move residential project offers a unique opportunity for discerning homebuyers and investors to own a piece of sophistication in one of Gurgaon’s most sought-after areas. With its array of high-end amenities, excellent connectivity, and well-planned infrastructure, Ganga Anantam promises an unparalleled living experience.

Prime Location in Sector 85, Gurgaon

One of the most significant advantages of Ganga Anantam is its location in Sector 85, Gurgaon. This area has rapidly evolved into a hub for residential and commercial development, thanks to its proximity to NH 48 and the planned metro route. The location ensures seamless connectivity to major parts of Gurgaon, Delhi, and the National Capital Region (NCR). Additionally, the project’s strategic placement offers easy access to essential services such as schools, hospitals, and markets, making it an ideal choice for families and working professionals alike.

The nearest transit point, Garhi Harsaru Junction Railway Station, enhances the convenience of daily commuting, while the low traffic congestion and pollution levels add to the appeal of this locality. With good schools and hospitals in close proximity, residents can enjoy a balanced lifestyle in a serene yet accessible environment.

Project Overview

Spread across a sprawling area of 5.29 acres, Ganga Anantam features three towers, each rising majestically to 60 floors. The project comprises 524 meticulously designed units, offering spacious 3 and 4 BHK apartments. The size of these apartments ranges from 1,658 sq. ft. to 3,101 sq. ft., with prices starting from ₹3.31 crore for 3 BHK units and ₹6.19 crore for 4 BHK units. The project’s architecture reflects a perfect blend of modern aesthetics and functionality, ensuring maximum comfort and style for its residents.

Luxurious Amenities for a Premium Lifestyle

Ganga Anantam is designed to provide a world-class living experience, with a wide range of amenities catering to every need of its residents. The highlight of these facilities is the infinity pool, offering breathtaking views and a serene escape from the hustle and bustle of city life. The swimming pool and bar/chill-out lounge provide additional avenues for relaxation and leisure.

For business professionals, the project offers an exclusive business lounge, ensuring a seamless work-from-home experience with added convenience. Other amenities include landscaped gardens, a well-equipped fitness center, and recreational areas for children and adults alike. The project’s focus on providing a holistic lifestyle makes it a standout choice for those seeking a perfect blend of work and leisure.

Key Features That Set Ganga Anantam Apart

Ready-to-Move Units: With ample ready-to-move units available, Ganga Anantam eliminates the uncertainties often associated with under-construction projects.

Strategic Connectivity: Its proximity to NH 48 and the planned metro route ensures excellent connectivity to key locations.

Premium Infrastructure: From wide roads to low pollution levels, Sector 85 offers a clean and well-organized environment for residents.

Top-Notch Facilities: The inclusion of luxury amenities such as infinity pools, chill-out lounges, and business spaces elevates the living experience.

Proximity to Essential Services: Schools, hospitals, and markets are just a stone’s throw away, adding convenience to daily life.

Investment Potential and Future Growth

Ganga Anantam is not just a residential project; it is also an excellent investment opportunity. The real estate market in Gurgaon has shown consistent growth, and Sector 85 is no exception. The property prices in this locality have appreciated by 0.5% in the last quarter, indicating a positive trend for future investments.

The builder’s strong focus on residential development, particularly in the mid-to-high-end segments, further enhances the credibility of this project. With a projected price appreciation of 15-18% over three years for luxury residential properties, Ganga Anantam offers substantial returns for investors.

Developer’s Growth and Reputation

The developer of Ganga Anantam has a proven track record of delivering high-quality projects that cater to the evolving needs of modern homebuyers. Their portfolio reflects a balanced focus on residential and commercial developments, with an emphasis on mid-to-high-end housing. This commitment to excellence is evident in the meticulous planning and execution of Ganga Anantam, making it a reliable choice for potential buyers.

Why Choose Ganga Anantam?

For those seeking a harmonious blend of luxury, convenience, and investment potential, Ganga Anantam checks all the boxes. Here are some compelling reasons to choose this project:

Ease of Connectivity: The project’s proximity to major highways and transit points ensures hassle-free commuting.

Quality of Life: With low pollution levels, ample green spaces, and top-notch amenities, residents can enjoy a superior quality of life.

Affordability: Despite its luxurious offerings, the project remains relatively affordable compared to similar developments in Gurgaon.

Future Growth: The planned metro route and ongoing infrastructure development promise further appreciation in property values.

Conclusion

Ganga Anantam in Sector 85, Gurgaon, redefines luxury living with its thoughtfully designed apartments, state-of-the-art amenities, and strategic location. Whether you are a homebuyer looking for a dream residence or an investor seeking a lucrative opportunity, this project offers everything you need and more. With its ready-to-move status, impeccable design, and excellent connectivity, Ganga Anantam is truly a gem in Gurgaon’s real estate landscape. Don’t miss the chance to be a part of this extraordinary living experience.

[hotel-vasantham-inn]

Luxury Hotels in Panruti: Where Comfort Meets Affordability

The sun dips low over Pondicherry’s golden sands, and weary travellers search for the perfect retreat — a place that offers comfort, affordability, and a delicious dining experience. The challenge? Discovering a hotel that fulfils every desire while keeping the budget intact feels like chasing a dream wrapped in reality. Explore luxury hotels in panruti, just 15 km from Pondicherry, a haven for those who seek both relaxation and culinary delight.

The Struggle of Finding Affordable Luxury

Every traveler knows the tale. It was a bustling day of sightseeing, the aroma of fresh seafood lingering in the air, and the desire for a restful evening in a comfortable room. Yet, many tourists find themselves caught in the paradox of affordability versus quality. Budget options often lack essential amenities, while luxury accommodations seem out of reach. For visitors exploring the cultural and natural beauty near Pondicherry, searching for an ideal stay can feel endless.

A Hidden Gem: Hotel Vasantham INN

Amid this dilemma stands Hotel Vasantham INN, a beacon of hope for tourists craving comfort and convenience. Located in the heart of Panruti, this luxury hotel redefines affordable elegance, making it the go-to choice for travelers looking to enjoy the charm of Pondicherry while staying away from its hustle and bustle.

With amenities that rival five-star establishments, Hotel Vasantham INN offers:

WiFi Access: Stay connected with seamless internet throughout your stay.

Free Parking: A secure spot for your vehicle, ensuring peace of mind.

Power Backup: No interruptions to your comfort, no matter the hour.

Dining Service: Relish a variety of delectable dishes prepared to perfection.

24/7 Security & CCTV: Safety that lets you sleep soundly.

Double & King-Sized Beds: Rooms designed for absolute relaxation.

24-Hour Hot Water & Kettle: Start and end your day with refreshing comforts.

Each element of the hotel has been meticulously curated to create a luxurious experience that remains accessible to all.

Dining That Delights the Soul

What’s a great stay without memorable meals? At Hotel Vasantham INN, the dining options are crafted to satisfy every palate. Whether you crave a traditional South Indian breakfast, a hearty dinner, or sweet indulgences, every dish is prepared with care. This fusion of comfort and gastronomy makes it a standout choice for food enthusiasts.

Proximity to Pondicherry: Explore and Unwind

One of the key highlights of Hotel Vasantham INN is its proximity to Pondicherry. Guests can explore the French colonial streets, the serene beaches, and the famed Auroville Ashram, only to return to a relaxing room at the end of the day. Panruti itself offers a unique charm, blending the vibrancy of Tamil Nadu’s culture with serene landscapes.

This convenient location ensures you’re never far from adventure, yet always close to the comforts of home.

The True Meaning of Luxury

Luxury isn’t just about chandeliers and sprawling lobbies; it’s about thoughtful details that make every guest feel valued. At Hotel Vasantham INN, luxury is redefined by care — whether it’s the fresh linens on your bed, the attentive staff who cater to your needs, or the hot meals served with a smile. Its unwavering commitment to quality has earned it the title of Panruti finest.

Conclusion: Your Journey Awaits

Why compromise on comfort or budget when you can have both? Choose luxury hotels in panruti where luxury meets affordability, ensuring every guest leaves with a heart full of memories and a renewed spirit. For those seeking a perfect blend of rest, adventure, and flavor, this is the destination you’ve been searching for.

Are you ready to turn your next trip into an unforgettable experience?

Visit our website: https://hotelvasanthaminn.co.in/demo_1/ or call 7418610901 to book your room stay.

[entervending]

Topic: "Maximizing Profitability in the Vending Business with Mechanical Vending Machines: From Gumballs to Capsule Toys"

Maximizing Profitability in the Vending Business with Mechanical Vending Machines: From Gumballs to Capsule Toys

Maximizing Profitability in the Vending Business with Mechanical Vending Machines: From Gumballs to Capsule Toys

Ever considered diving into the quirky yet lucrative world of vending machines? It's a goldmine, especially when you know how to play your cards right. Let’s explore how to maximize profitability in the vending business by using mechanical vending machines. We'll look at strategic placement and smart product selection to get those coins rolling in!

Introduction to Mechanical Vending Machines

Mechanical vending machines are everywhere, and if you pay attention, you'll spot them in various forms— from gumball machines, capsule machines, to bouncy ball dispensers. These coin-operated machines don't rely on electricity, making them low-maintenance and pretty darn charming. They're a nostalgic nod to simpler times and, believe it or not, they can be real money-makers with the right approach.

Product Selection

Gumballs

Gumballs are the quintessential vending machine treat. They come in various sizes and flavors—classic bubblegum, fruity concoctions, and even sour varieties. But here's the kicker: people don't just buy gumballs for the taste; it's about the experience! Ensure your gumball machines are well-stocked with vibrant, fresh gumballs to keep those quarters coming. Bulk candy vending is the key here, and remember, a well-stocked machine is a happy machine!

Hard Candy

Hard candy is another fantastic option. Think of jawbreakers, lollipops, and fruit-flavored candies. These have a longer shelf life and can tempt customers with their bright colors and scintillating flavors. Placement matters— putting these in high-traffic areas can lead to spontaneous purchases that drive your revenue up.

Capsule Toys

Capsule toy vending is a big hit among kids and collectors. Toys in capsules are all the rage, and you can stock your capsule machines with small, trendy toys— miniature figurines, squishy balls, or even themed toys from popular shows. People love the surprise element, and parents often can't resist their kids’ pleas for a fun toy. So, don't underestimate the power of capsule machines!

Bouncy Balls

Bouncy ball vending machines are super fun and can attract a lot of attention, especially when placed in family-friendly venues like arcades or restaurants. These colorful, lively balls are irresistible for kids, which means cha-ching for you!

Strategic Placement

Placement is the unsung hero of vending machine success. Place your machines in high-traffic areas—near entrances, lobbies, waiting rooms, and family-friendly spots. Think of your vending machines as little businesses. They need foot traffic to thrive, so be strategic. Stick them in close proximity to places where people tend to linger or gather, and you'll see a notable uptick in sales.

Maintenance and Refills

Maintaining your vending machines is crucial. Regular cleaning, checking vending machine parts, and quick refills keep your machines operating smoothly. No one wants to buy a dusty gumball! And speaking of refills, always use high-quality products for your gumball machine refills to ensure customer satisfaction.

Recommendation

If you're ready to jump into bulk gumball business or just need reliable vending machine supplies, Entervending has got you covered. They offer top-notch vending machine business opportunities, ensuring you have everything you need, from candy dispensers to vending machine maintenance tips. Click on Entervending to visit the website.

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Discover Tranquil Living at Raunak Bliss - Your Perfect 1BHK and 2BHK Flats in Kasarvadavali, Ghodbunder Road, Thane West

Introduction

Welcome to Raunak Bliss, a haven of tranquility nestled in the heart of Kasarvadavali, Ghodbunder Road, Thane West. Offering a seamless blend of modern living and serene surroundings, Raunak Bliss presents an array of luxurious 1BHK and 2BHK flats designed to meet the diverse needs of urban dwellers. With its thoughtfully planned architecture, premium amenities, and strategic location, this residential masterpiece ensures a lifestyle that is both blissful and convenient.

The Location

Kasarvadavali, Ghodbunder Road, Thane West is a sought-after neighborhood renowned for its picturesque landscapes and excellent connectivity. Raunak Bliss enjoys the advantage of being close to major business districts, educational institutions, shopping centers, and recreational hubs. This prime location allows residents to strike the perfect balance between work and leisure, making it an ideal choice for families and professionals alike.

Architectural Brilliance

At Raunak Bliss, attention to detail meets contemporary design, creating a perfect harmony of elegance and functionality. Each 1BHK and 2BHK flat is thoughtfully crafted to optimize space utilization and ensure a comfortable living experience. The apartments are adorned with premium fittings and fixtures, accentuating the sense of luxury and refinement.

1BHK Flats

Ideal for young professionals or small families, the 1BHK flat in thane offer a cozy and intimate living space. Embrace the warmth and comfort of your private sanctuary, thoughtfully designed to cater to your every need. Whether you are starting a new chapter of your life or looking for a tranquil haven to unwind, these flats are perfect for you.

2BHK Flats

For those seeking more space and luxury, thane 2BHK flat price  at Raunak Bliss is very low cost. Experience the joy of expansive living areas and beautifully designed bedrooms that offer the perfect blend of aesthetics and functionality. These flats are designed to accommodate the aspirations of discerning homebuyers who value both comfort and style.

Unparalleled Amenities

Raunak Bliss Thane takes pride in offering a wide range of top-notch amenities that enhance the overall living experience. Residents can indulge in recreational facilities like a well-equipped clubhouse, a fully equipped gymnasium, and lush green gardens for relaxation. The complex also provides ample parking space and 24x7 security, ensuring the safety and convenience of every resident.

Connectivity and Proximity

One of the key advantages of living at Raunak Bliss is its excellent connectivity to major destinations. With Ghodbunder Road in close proximity, residents enjoy seamless access to the Eastern and Western Express Highways, making commuting to Mumbai or other parts of Thane hassle-free. Schools, hospitals, shopping centers, and entertainment hubs are all within easy reach, adding to the convenience of daily life.

Conclusion

Raunak Bliss presents a golden opportunity to embrace a blissful lifestyle Properties in Thane. Whether you are looking for a cozy 1BHK or a spacious 2BHK, these flats offer the perfect blend of modern living and serene surroundings. Invest in Raunak Bliss, where your dream home awaits you, and experience the joy of living in a tranquil abode that promises comfort, convenience, and blissful living.

For more details visit our website :- https://www.propmart.co/properties-list/

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Unlocking Opportunities: Exploring Commercial Property at SPR Gurgaon

Commercial property is a thriving sector, and one area that has recently emerged as a promising investment destination is Southern Peripheral Road. SPR makes a strong case for investors and businesses alike thanks to its advantageous location, great connectivity, and quick infrastructure development. In this blog post, we will delve into the many reasons why commercial property at SPR is gaining significant attention and explore the various opportunities it offers.

 One of the key factors driving the popularity of commercial property at SPR is its strategic location. SPR is ideally situated, connecting major residential and commercial hubs, and providing excellent accessibility to key destinations. 

 One of the vital benefits of investing in commercial property at SPR Gurgaon is connectivity, which plays a crucial role in determining the potential of a commercial property. SPR is well-connected to major highways, including NH48, enabling seamless transportation of goods and services. Additionally, SPR is in close proximity to airports, railway stations, and bus terminals, ensuring convenient access for employees, clients, and customers. 

 SPR has witnessed rapid infrastructural development in recent years, further augmenting its commercial potential. The government and private entities have invested significantly in the construction of modern infrastructure, including roads, bridges, and utilities, to facilitate the smooth functioning of businesses. Owing to these factors it's best to invest in Commercial property at SPR. 

 Commercial property at SPR offers a diverse range of options to cater to the varying needs of businesses. From office spaces to retail outlets and from industrial parks to logistics centers, there is something to suit every industry and business size. 

 Investing in commercial property at SPR not only provides immediate benefits but also holds significant long-term potential. As infrastructural development continues, property values are expected to appreciate, generating lucrative returns on investment. The flourishing business ecosystem, combined with the region's overall economic growth, contributes to the desirability of SPR as a commercial real estate investment hub.

 Signature Global's Signum Plaza 79B  is a high street retail market that features low-maintenance  shop spaces. It serves as the exclusive retail destination for numerous affluent families residing in Signature global City 79B and Sector 79 B Gurgaon. Your investment in this prime location is poised to become the preferred choice for a comprehensive shopping experience. Situated on the Southern Peripheral Road, Andour offers a unique combination of affordability and accessibility. With key landmarks and city centers in close proximity, this residential complex fulfills the dreams of both end-users and investors alike.

The commercial property market at SPR is brimming with opportunities for investors, businesses, and entrepreneurs. Its strategic location, excellent connectivity, rapid infrastructural development, and diverse commercial spaces make it an ideal choice for those seeking to establish or expand their commercial presence. With the potential for high returns on investment and a supportive business environment, SPR represents a promising avenue for growth and success.  As the region continues to flourish, investing in commercial property at SPR could be a strategic move that unlocks a world of possibilities.

[pleasantanathema]

Reiner Braun | Instinctual Invitations

Pairing: Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: ABO Dynamics (Alpha Reiner x Omega Reader), Breeding, Marking, Mating, Knotting, Heats, Ruts, Frenemies to Lovers

Word Count: 5k

A/N: Part of my Nine Muses Event to celebrate 9k! Follow the link to read other fanfics I’m writing to celebrate. This was definitely a labor of love. I’ve fallen back into my appreciation for ABO dynamics, and Reiner just screams “perfect mate” to me. 💜

          No one made suppressants stronger than Hange. They never divulged just what was in their special concoction, but all you knew was that it was damn near impossible for someone to discern that you were an Omega.

           You’d even fooled that naive, arrogant, hubristic Alpha partner of yours for years. There was a particular disdain you held for Reiner. You could never really name it, but all you knew was that working with the giant man made your instincts sour. He seemed so good on the outside, all prideful charm and heavy pats on the shoulders of his peers, but when the two of you worked cases alone, his charisma always had a bite to it.

           Maybe it was because he could tell there was something equally off about his “Beta” partner, maybe it was because he had some pent up rage inside him he only let seep out around you. You didn’t know, you didn’t care. You were patiently waiting for him to be re-assigned to the Behavioral Science Unit like he’d requested last month, but Erwin’s dawdling with the request had you worried he wasn’t about to separate his most successful Scout partners, even if they didn’t get along.

           “Is my bow tie straight?”

          Reiner asked you to hold his drink while he fiddled with the offending cloth.

           “Yeah.”

           “You didn’t even look.”

           The whiskey from his glass was expensive, sliding down smooth when you took a drink. Rei let out a very frustrated noise, so loud and huffy it had the guests of the award ceremony glancing toward him. The hotel ballroom was crowded, filled with elites from Military Police, Scouts, even the fucking Garrison. There were too many people here to watch you and Reiner stumble over the acceptance speech; there were too many people here to judge that Scouts were being awarded this time around.

           “Now your fucking lipstick is all over it.”

           “Oh please, it tastes like cherries, you’ll get over it.”

           Both of you were nervous, flattered but timid about being given a Meritorious Achievement Award for all your fieldwork done killing and documenting titans around the outer-wilds of the city. Fighting for survival in the trees was less stressful than trying to make a good impression on the brass as you received one of the highest honors.

           You took another gulp of his drink before passing it back, trying to stave off the very worrisome nerves twisting in your gut. Sweat was forming at the nape of your neck, staining your palms. You shifted uncomfortably in your heels, feet feeling heavy.

           It made you feel some better that the usually proud Alpha next to you was just as worried about giving a speech in front of Dhalis Zachary. The Premier was known for being strict, for demanding that military appearance be of the highest standard in front of donors.

          Reiner was still fucking with his tie, angry muscles about to rip the threads of his tuxedo.

          “You look fine,” you sighed, toning back the bitterness. You moved away from the balcony railing, wrapping your fingers around the black polyester ribbon and tightening it into sitting straight under his square jaw. But for some reason, you couldn’t let go, nails gripping into the fabric.

          “Are you okay? You looked scared to shit,” Reiner plucked your hands off his tie, holding a wrist in each burning hand, “I can do all the talking, you know. You can just stand there and look pretty.”

          “Y-yeah, I’m fine.” You weren’t. You knew this feeling, it was old and familiar, a churning pain laced with need slowly brewing in your belly, making you sick.

          But your suppressants would take care of the issue, surely it was just your nerves that were making those heats you’d forsaken start to claw at you.

          You hadn’t gone through a heat cycle in three years. Hange had suggested you take time off once a year to let your body go through it’s natural process, but you’d been so damn busy that you’d neglected to do so. Besides, you never had any issues, just a few flare ups when a particularly good looking Alpha close to their rut got near you.

          This time was different, though, you could feel it. This flame wasn’t going to be extinguished once it got started—you’d have to go home after the gala and curl up, stop taking the suppressants in the morning so your heat could come to life in the next few days.

          God you dreaded that feeling, cunt always quivering and squeezing around nothing, sweating in a blanket nest that only carried your scent and maybe a lingering, nameless male scent from a one-night stand.

          “Hey,” Rei moved his hands to rest on your shoulders, shaking you, “get your shit together. We’ll be awarded in a few hours and then we can go the fuck home. Tired of being around your bitchy ass anyways.”

          His hands were too hot. They were sweaty like yours, making you feel dizzy.

          “I’m gonna be sick.”

          You could feel it. Reiner could smell it.

          “What the fuck is wrong with y—”

          He dropped the last syllable, golden eyes turning into molten amber the moment your scent hit him full force. You thought he’d take his hands off, that he’d give you some space, but those instincts to protect must have taken over because he was pulling you closer like that would help.

          “You’re a Beta, you don’t go into—”

          “Omega, Rei. I’m a fucking Omega and I don’t need you telling anyone about it.”

          You whispered your confession, eyes going glassy as you looked around the room, saw faces turning in your direction. Most of the old men here were mated, but that didn’t mean the building brew of the heat of an unmarked Omega wouldn’t catch their attention. Your neck throbbed, scent glands betraying you and pumping beneath your skin.

          You felt like clawing at Reiner’s chest, digging your fingers into the perfectly pressed designer shirt and burying your face into it to be overwhelmed by Alpha presence. You thought you could stave this off, but the nerves, this proximity to an Alpha...you needed to get the fuck out of here.

          “You’re going to have to take the award for-for both of us,” oh now you were stuttering, you were losing it, Reiner’s deeply masculine scent making you feel like a puddle. You hated these instincts, hated how it made you feel weak, hated how he smelled like the most inviting bakery and familiarity and how it made you want to fall to your knees and beg for the aching hole between your legs to be stuffed.

          “You can’t get home on your own, do you know how many Alphas would kill for—”

          You were pulling away from him, grabbing your purse so you could scrounge for those emergency suppressants to hopefully curtail this heat.

          The pills were absent, your resolve fading as you felt like crumpling into the floor and clutching your stomach. You knew people were starting to notice, noses in the air to find out where the overly sweet smell of an Omega was coming from.

          “I don’t need your help.”

          “Who else knows?” You didn’t like how the rumble of his voice made your skin tingle, made your panties feel too tight, wet.

          “Hange, Levi, the higher ups. They know, they saw it on my app-application. Said it would be…” you were starting to lose your train of coherent thoughts.

          “...best if no one knew?”

          Omegas were scarce. Omegas were weak. But you’d proven yourself in your training, you were too valuable for Commander Erwin to deny your approval into the Scouts.

          “Just—just tell people I got sick. That the stupid little shrimp hors d'oeuvres... f-fuck me,” you meant to say something else, something like they fucked with me, but all you could think about was how those strong hands felt on your shoulders and how they would feel so good pawing at your hips as he plowed into you to relieve your stress.

          Making a beeline out of the ornate, crowded ballroom, you had to excuse yourself as you bumped into a few backs and sides, stumbling over your feet as the clawing need in your stomach made you lose focus. You just had to get home. Grab a cab. Hope it’s not an Alpha driving, just get home to your nesting pillows and bury your fingers into your—

          Reiner was calling your name. If he was your Alpha you’d be stopping in your tracks to listen to his commands, but he wasn’t. He was your terrible, annoying...strong, capable, definitely had a fat cock…

          You didn’t know what you were thinking about when he finally caught up to you, pushing you outside the front doors. You wished it was winter, but it was a hot summer night, which just made the heat in your body worse, made your scent heavier, floating on the humidity. And there were people around, lobby boys taking in bags and tired families dragging their feet inside. Still the fresh air felt good, or at least it did, until Reiner invaded it with his scent again.

          “I’ll get you home,” he placed his hand on your lower back, palm touching bare, tender skin from the low cut of your dress, and you came undone. You pressed yourself into his thick chest, wrapping your arms around him and fisting them into the back of his shirt. You could hear him grunt at the contact, the two of you never the type of partners to go beyond a pat on the back or a punch to the arm.

          “N-not gonna make it home…”

          “Fucking shit I always knew there was something different about you.”

          He was dragging you back into the hotel, firm hand around your wrist.

          “I can’t help how I was born.”

          “Yeah but you could have fucking told me.”

          You quit your bickering as Reiner paid for a hotel room, you pressed to his side and trying to mask the scent of ripe, ready to fuck Omega underneath simmering Alpha. You snatched the key card on the counter from a very concerned concierge, listening but not really as she explained there were special rates for those in heat.

          “I didn’t want you to know.”

          People were staring now, the smell of Omega becoming so heavy it even bothered you. Rei tucked his arm around your waist, leading you toward the elevators. There was a sour, thirsty taste in your mouth as you listened to your heels clink upon the marbled floor. The scent of arousal was on him, but it wasn’t his fault, just his biology reacting to yours.

          You straightened your shoulders as you saddled up next to him in the elevator, watching the doors slowly close.

          “Reiner—”

          “Shut up.”

          He was on you in an instant, heavy body pressing you into the mirrored wall.

          “I should have known,” his voice was low, like he was divulging a secret, “a little Omega under my nose all long.”

          You gasped as one of his hands skimmed up your thigh, thumb swirling circles upon your skin.

          “D-don’t do this here, I can’t—” you couldn’t take it, you were putty in his hands, already looping a leg around his thigh and fussing with the buttons on his shirt. You needed to feel his skin, needed to drown in the scent of an Alpha.

          You were half way through peeling his shirt off his pectorals, that goddamn bowtie still in place, when your throat began to hurt. Reiner actually laughed at you when you paused your hasty undressing, having to cradle the left side of your neck as your scent glands throbbed, begging for teeth to be sunk into the sensitive skin to be marked, claimed.

          “Don’t you dare think about m-marking me,” god you wouldn’t be able to stop stuttering until you were stuffed with something, until you were able to chase away the aches before they returned again in a few hours.

          “But isn’t that what little Omegas want?” He was toying with you, grin so cocky you felt like sinking your thumbs into his smile and hurting him. His fingers were under your dress, dangerously close to your aching sex. His hand was so hot against your skin, so calloused and strong. You felt like Icarus, like you were flying too close to the sun. The pad of his index finger curled against your panties and you could have sworn you were already burning.

          You lifted your lips to catch his, only to have him turn his cheek as the elevator chimed, signaling your arrival to your floor.

          You followed in his steps, tracing your dress hem from where his giant palm had touched it, your fingers moving it even higher to try to alleviate the warmth stemming from between your legs. The keycard was heavy in your hand, like it was about to open a door to something wicked.

          “I-I can take care of this myself,” your placed your back against the door to your room, “and I’ll pay you back for the fees, just let me—”

          “Just let you what? Go fuck yourself in misery for the next five days?”

          God he looked so tempting, so big. He towered over you, scents of sex and earth and spice, like black cardamum and the bitter burn of peppers. You wanted to sink your fingers into his blonde hair and pull, pull him down to you, into you.

          But you reminded yourself you’d be patiently waiting for him to leave your life. Mating with him could have him sticking around, could have the two of you fucking up and getting attached.

          “Y-you have to accept the award,” you were literally slipping into the floor, gut twisting so badly that it felt like you were being ripped apart, your heat bursting into full bloom after his teasing touches. Reiner caught your upper arms to keep you up, making you whimper, and you knew the last thing you wanted was to be alone, even if it meant ruining yourself on Reiner’s cock.

          “Your scent has made me harder than I’ve ever been in my fucking life. I paid for the room because I’m staying in it, sweetheart.”

          He took the card from your weak fingers and shoved it into the reader, a big, heavy palm pressing against your stomach and pushing you into the open doorway. He kept his fingers on you, twisting his knuckles into the fabric of your dress.

          “Rei, don’t—”

          “I’m so fucking tired of playing games with you.”

          The threads snapped with a twist of his wrist, the delicate front of your dress parting as the heavy hotel door slammed shut. His hands were rough, quick, tearing and pawing at your dress, your bra, and all you could do was moan and kick your heels off to be forgotten on the floor.

          He pulled his crisp black jack off his shoulders, tossing it onto a desk chair, trousers and everything underneath following.

          “I-I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” You were already on him, pressing your naked chest to his and standing on your toes so you could bury your face into his neck. You couldn’t help but to purr, that soothing musk of Alpha encompassing all your senses. Fingers sunk into his body, your tongue hot against his skin as you laid kitten licks to his throat.

          “No wonder I can’t stand you,” Reiner’s hands were gliding down your back, admiring smooth, willing flesh, “why you make me fucking crazy.”

          “Please shut up and fuck me.”

          His tempting hands found your neck, thumb petting at the sore, pounding spot on your throat. It only made your scent stronger, made you keen and practically fall into him.

          “Kiss me first, like you mean it.”

          You didn’t have to be told twice.

          Any fight you had left dissipated when his tongue slipped into your mouth, hands still encased around your neck and keeping you pliant for him to taste. Your nails sunk into his shoulders, toes hurting from strain as you pushed your mouth up into his. God he tasted so good, like the first taste of food after starving, and your body had been starving for years. Unknotted, unmarked, your body was screaming for him, looking for an Alpha to fill you in ways that your measly attempts over the years never could.

          Violence was on the tip of his tongue, you could taste it, feel it in the way he started to squeeze the delicate column of your throat. Rut was kicking in, the overwhelming pheromones of Omega making his body respond, ready to knot, ready to devour.

          Slick was pouring down your thighs as you kissed him, body overly ready for him. Your stomach was twisting in coils, so painful that it made you gasp and pull away from his kiss, ready to fall into the floor if his hands didn’t keep you on your feet.

          “H-hurts, so, so bad,” you whined, trying to focus your breathing.

          Reiner started slowly moving you back toward the bed, thumbs now petting at the apples of your cheeks as tears started to form in your lower lashes.

          “Shh, shh, it’s okay, Alpha will take care of you.”

          Normally, the thought of Rei referring to himself as Alpha would repulse you, make you gag at how arrogant he was, but in this moment it made you so weak, made you moan as he crawled over your body on the bed. You were so little under him, dwarfed by brawn, small prey begging to be snatched and taken.

          His title was on the front of your mouth, ready to fall out, for you to call him what he was to you, but the sliver of sense you had left kept it at bay. You knew calling him Alpha could put you in a heat induced headspace you might not be able to come out of, might have you making lusty, hasty decisions that you’d regret once this god forsaken heat was over.

          “Rei-ner,” it was forced, he could tell, the syllables stuck to your tongue.

          He nuzzled into your neck, purring as he fell into the intoxication of your scent glands. Hands raked over your body, each touch jolting you like electricity, the webs of nerves under your skin coming alive as he toyed with you. Your legs spread instinctively to make room for his hips, but he kept his weight off of you, propping himself on his elbows.

          “So fucking perfect,” he mused, thumb trailing along your swollen lips, smearing the lipstick he’d complained about earlier, “should’ve told me sooner. I would’ve fucked you through every heat.”

          His words made you coo, made your fingers weave into his blonde hair and pull him down for another kiss. You couldn’t get enough of his taste, whiskey and fire and something sickenly sweet, like pure honey over powdered sugar. Reiner was still holding back, you could practically feel growls stuck in his chest when your hands eagerly wandered over his plush pectorals.

          So big. He’d be such a good protector. Such a good mate.

          “Need you, need you, Rei, p-please,” you shifted your hips as you spoke, ready to flip onto your stomach so he could take you from behind. It’s how you got through all the heats you ever had before; face down in pillows, letting some Alpha fuck you senseless like nature intended. But his hands stilled you, pinned you down below him.

          “Wanna watch your face as I take what’s mine.”

          The tips of your ears felt scorched from his words and the blood in your body flushed under your skin.

          His. You wanted to be his, fuck, you wanted your Alpha, needed him, need him to knot you and—

          “Take me, f-fuck, I hurt so bad,” you were crying again, the pain in your womb like a knife sawing through flesh, twisting and turning.

          “Gonna take such good care of you.”

          And you knew he would. That’s the way Reiner was. A protector. A provider. Arrogant to mask the sweetness, prideful to hide the humility.

          Big hands cupped your cheeks as his cockhead brushed through your folds, sending your neck flying back as you screamed just from the relief of feeling him spread your overheated slick.

          “Gonna fill you to the brim with my cum.”

          That broke you. Your last little grip on your sanity was remembering that Hange’s suppressants didn’t mix well with birth control. You hadn’t been on the pill for years, and with how strong this heat was, how repressed your body had felt, you were probably more fertile than you’d ever been.

          “Fuck,” your hands found his face, and when he looked at you, you sailed away in the gold currents of his gaze, “breed me.”

          His massive cock started to sink into your tight hole, the copious amounts of slick gushing from inside of you making his penetration easier. But even still, he was so engorged with blood and hormones ready to knot that his fat cock struggled to breach that first tight ring of muscle. You hissed, not from pain, but from relief, so ready to be full that no amount of stretching would detract from your pleasure.

          Heavy hands were on your hips, pulling you down to take all of him in. He was finally growling, your walls constricting around him and making him go absolutely mad.

          “Gonna breed you, Omega, give you my babies, f-fuck yes, have you dripping with cum.”

          The blinding pleasure was almost devastating, making you feel numb, making you feel like this was all you ever needed in the whole goddamn world—all you needed was Reiner’s cock to bring you rapture, to have you ascending to the holy planes that zealots coveted.

          “Move,” it was a quick plea, your legs curling around his waist in encouragement, “please, please fuck me, breed me.”

          He started a slow pace, but was enough to have you spiraling, eyes fluttering shut as you got lost in him. One of his hands swatted at your cheek, just enough to sting.

          “Eyes open. Watch me, be with me.”

          You tried your best to obey, but the drumming of his cock in your cunt had you seeing dark spots even as your eyes opened again. Reiner kept his hand on your face, locking it around your jaw so you watched him as he fucked you, his beautiful, defined cheekbones tinted pink as he became overwhelmed with his rut.

          How many times had you looked at him before? How many days had you spent working alongside him, doing your best to avoid looking at him? He got under your skin, made you feel weak. Maybe this was why, maybe you were repressing just how much you wanted him. Maybe he was meant to be your—

          “Alpha,” you breathed it out, let it fan over his ears, let it sink into his psyche.

          The word felt like a relief, like a sin. That attachment you feared was already caging you in.

          His pace kicked up to something brutal as you acknowledged not just his biology, but his title to you.

          You screamed so loudly that it hurt, had your throat burning as your moans bled into whines and mewls as he took from your willing cunt.

          A cacophony of sex filled the hotel room, the sound of primal grunts, shrill little screams, of flesh against flesh, balls slapping against your ass, his cock ramming into your squelching, drooling pussy.

          “That’s right, fuck, you’re mine, Omega. Mine.” He repeated the last word a few more times as he bent your legs farther back, straddling your thighs with his muscular legs as he folded you into a mating press. His cock began to stroke that sweet, spongy spot inside of you at the new angle, drilling into you at just the right curve to have you cumming before your body could even enjoy the build up.

          You shattered, cunt clenching and as you were so pleased to orgasm around a thick Alpha cock. You were babbling nonsense, even thanking him for letting you cum. Just a string of pleas and AlphaAlphaAlpha pouring off your tongue and melting into his sweaty skin.

          Your orgasm had your scent fresh in the room, had your neck fucking pounding with the need to be bitten, to be claimed.

          Reiner could smell it, could smell your insatiable need, instincts picking up on words you just couldn’t say.

          “Let me have you,” he demanded it between kisses to your shoulder, lips trailing up and stopping at the saccharine reek of your scent glands just below your jaw.

          He wouldn’t claim you without permission, he wasn’t that kind of man, wasn’t that kind of Alpha.

          You fell into a symphony of moans, neck tilting back in instinctual insinuation, but mouth still unwilling to make that plea. But then his scent overwhelmed you again, like spicy hot peppers and the sweetest sugar flooding over your body. You knew that scent by heart, had smelled it in smaller increments every day for years, had tried to ignore it, but now you couldn’t.

          His cock was swelling inside of you, his ruthless pace and your lingering orgasm edging him closer to release. The hand on your hip had bruised your skin, perfect indent of his palm, his long fingers, etched into your skin. The other was pulling at your neck, pushing your face to the side as he skimmed the bridge of nose along your skin, waiting, wanting.

          “Omega,” he purred, calling you, begging you, “please, yours, mine.”

          He was losing his thoughts too, drowning in instincts and euphoria.

          Your fingers laced in his hair, pulling his mouth closer to what he wanted.

          “Yours, Alpha, f-fuck,” your acceptance was loud and clear, even through the fog and sounds of sex. One bite was all it took, teeth barely sinking into your skin. You cried from how good it felt, that ache finally silenced as his tongue lapped over that patch on your neck that could now only belong to him.

          A bond was tightening, something scientists still couldn’t fully explain—being marked, claimed, it tethered you to someone beyond all comprehension. It was like making a deal with a devil, selling your soul, and for you, it was an admittance to attraction and acceptance of intimacy that you felt with Reiner.

          The act of marking had his cock swelling inside you, knotting you and spilling his seed into your depths to stay. That overbearing fullness had you tumbling over the orgasmic mountain again, had you clinging and screaming, colors you’d never fucking seen before bursting in the corners of your eyes and traveling over your body like fireworks. You shivered in his arms, quaked, fell apart, and he held you. Purring, comforting, like he’d finally brought you home.

          Time didn’t seem to exist, lines between pleasure and pain so blurred that you couldn’t even feel the burn in your legs from being spread open for so long. You stayed in that mating press for what felt like hours. Reiner kept kissing at your neck, letting his scent blend in with yours.

          You’d never smell the same again. You’d always be tainted with him, carry bits of his scent with you forever. The thought didn’t even bother you, just brought you comfort, made you purr as your fingers lazily threaded through his hair.

          Finally, his cock became soft enough for him to pull out of you, lines of cum dripping from your abused pussy as he fell on his back next to you.

          The love hormones kicked in, had you curling around him even as you stretched out weary muscles. You were ready to sleep, ready to rest until the next wave of your heat came in a few hours and had you pleading for him again.

          But a pesky thought plagued your mind, a jealous one, one you’d never had about another Alpha before.

          How many other Omegas had wanted what was yours? How many of them had Reiner denied a claim to before you?

          “Why me?” you murmured into his heaving chest, fingertips drawing aimless circles in his downy chest hair.

          “Could ask you the same thing.”

          You sat up to look at him, to let him cup your cheek as his eyes flickered over your face.

          “How many Alphas have wanted you?”

          There was solace in knowing he had the same questions.

          “Haven’t had a heat since I met you.”

          Concern flashed across his face, that intensity you were used to seeing in his brow coming to life.

          “You won’t do that again.”

          His command made you feel warm, had your belly already pulling and churning and wanting again.

          “I won’t. Because even though you’re a shitty partner, you’re my mate.”

          That realization swept over him hard and fast, a range of emotions painting his features before he settled on a smile.

          His thumb petted your skin, bringing you in for a kiss.

          “You’re the only award I needed tonight.”

[irrelevantwriter]

No Questions, No Lies

Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

Warnings: Language, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids, angst, characters who refuse to say how they feel, asshole Rio (low key loves it)

Word Count: 4.7K

Summary: Part 4. Riding a high, you decide to invite Rio over. But things don’t go as planned.

A/N: Once again, I am here, standing in front of you lovely people and saying thank you for all the love and support this series has gotten. It means the world. And then some. Onto the good shit...this part has lots of feelings, not all of them good. Angst is heavy towards the end, but first...smut. We love some toxic ass yearning, don't we? Also, we get some Rio POV in the first half. I’ve got two more parts planned so as always, stay tuned. I hope you guys like it. Feedback is that good shit. 💗

*Read Part 1 here

*Read Part 2 here

*Read Part 3 here

*Read Part 5 here

*Give and Take series masterlist

*Masterlist in bio.

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He shifted in his seat, eyes glancing in the rearview mirror. He caught a glimpse of you as you handed off the bag of cash to Mick. Your gaze tried to find his through the blackened windows, searching for his presence in the front seat of the Mercedes SUV. It was no use. The tint was as dark as he could get it without drawing attention. Not that it mattered. The cops were always sniffing around...waiting for him to slip up. They were going to be waiting a long time.

He rubbed his chin as you rounded the vehicle and opened the passenger door. A cool breeze carrying the scent of your perfume swept in as you settled into the seat. He took you in slowly, gaze sweeping over your body as it often did when in your company. The sweater and jeans you wore were nondescript enough, but the hint of cleavage was obvious. And because you wanted to draw his attention, he gave you what you wanted and admired the area he’d been up close with only weeks before.

“Hi.” You greeted somewhat shyly, the gesture making him smirk. Even after the sex, you still got nervous around him. It had lessened tremendously since he’d first fucked you on your kitchen counter, but it wasn’t gone completely. And he had to admit that he liked that. Liked that he had such an effect on you.

“Sup, mama…” He replied, licking his lips as you averted your eyes from his.

It’d been three weeks since he’d shown up at your house in the early morning hours, announcing his return. He’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t miss being inside you. Now that he’d gotten a taste, it was difficult to manage without it. But you both had tedious schedules. He had several businesses. You had your kids. It didn’t always line up. And for three weeks it hadn’t. But seeing you now...he’d happily fuck you into the expensive leather of his seats if you’d let him.

“Everything good?” He prompted, noticing that you were fidgeting with your hands. You seemed worried, like something was weighing heavy on your mind. That wasn’t good.

“Yeah, yeah...of course.” You replied unconvincingly.

Rio leaned forward across the seat and placed a hand over both of yours, stilling the anxious movement of your fingers. Your eyes finally met his, a smile gracing your lips.

“What’s wrong?” He gruffly demanded, more out of concern for his operation than your personal feelings.

Your response surprised him.

“I need you to come over tonight.”

He took a long moment to silently take you and your words in. There was a softness in your features. It was unlike the expression of stress he’d seen you wear before. This wasn’t about business. This was personal.

“For what?” He asked, releasing your hand and sitting back to face you.

You bit your bottom lip and he watched as the appendage came away glossy and begging to be touched. His hand itched to reach out, but he stopped himself. Eager to see where you were taking this. Because he already had an idea.

“I...I need you.” You whispered, your gaze sliding to the deserted streets just beyond the windshield. You were hesitant. And that wasn’t going to work. He was going to have to teach you to take. In this world, there was no room for hesitation. You had to have the confidence to demand. If you didn’t, the weight of those around you who did would crush you.

Despite your timidness, his body hummed at your breathy confession. His blood pumped wildly in his veins while deep male satisfaction filled his chest. Inwardly, he was gloating. Outwardly, he was calm and nonchalant.

He shook his head and angled his ear towards you, as if signaling he couldn’t hear. “You gotta speak up.”

There was no humor in his tone. He wasn’t trying to tease you. He was acting as your instructor. Forcing you to be real about what you wanted.

He heard you scoff and as he turned to face you once again, he could see your hand reach out for the door handle. He stopped you with an outstretched arm, making sure to brush against your chest as he did.

“Just tell me what you want, darling.” He rasped, coercing your eyes to meet his.

You sighed, seemingly frustrated with yourself. He lifted his arm from across your body and instead let his fingertips trail down the side of your face. He watched from his peripheral as your chest expanded with a heavy breath, your breasts straining against the fabric of your sweater.

“You. I need you.” You repeated, the conviction clear in your voice this time.

He nodded, his thumb tracing the pout of your bottom lip. “That’s what I thought you said.”

Rio leaned in close, his mouth hovering dangerously over yours. You licked your lips in preparation for the action, the motion momentarily hypnotizing him. His eyes swept over your face, taking in every detail. His intense study made you shift in your seat. Maybe it was unease. He hoped it was arousal.

“I’ll be there.” He replied, pulling away and settling back into his own seat.

You blinked and nodded, still seemingly dazed by his proximity.

He hadn’t kissed you. And it was intentional. The constant push and pull of your relationship was maddening on most days. There was always an aspect of it that needed attention. Whether it was business or personal. It was always work. But times like these were what made it worth it. The teasing. The buildup. The attraction. It was so palpable he could practically taste it against his tongue. You were as frustrating as you were alluring and he was going to indulge in that combination until there was nothing left.

He wanted it all.

************

You smoothed out the fabric of your dress for the umpteenth time as you scrutinized your reflection. Nerves knotted in your stomach as you struggled to maintain some form of composure. Rio had texted you ten minutes before to say he was on his way. You didn’t know how much time that gave you, but it didn’t matter. It wouldn’t be enough.

You’d regretted your desperate demand of him the instant you’d left his car earlier that day. The cool air had pulled you from the fog of your lust and threw you back into reality. And it wasn’t good. You’d made a fool of yourself. You were better than that. You could form full sentences and express thoughts. You were confident and fully capable of telling a man to come over so that you could sleep with him. Especially one you’d already slept with.

You tried to find the courage that had consumed you the last time you’d slept with him. You’d taken without asking and he’d happily reciprocated. It was the very definition of raw desire and you had every intention of recreating it tonight.

Which is why you were taking extra care to make sure your dress was perfect, along with your hair and makeup. Not that it truly mattered. He’d already seen you practically fresh out of bed in cotton panties.

A knock at the front door made you jump in surprise, the knots in your stomach now turning to butterflies. You took one last look at yourself before you made your way towards the entryway, your bare feet soundless along the cool hardwood floors.

You opened the door, seeing Rio on the other side. He looked good. He always looked good. Dark shirt, dark jeans. And that unwavering look of smugness he so often wore. He was expressive without having to do or say much. He was self-assured. Arrogant even. The calm intensity he possessed was almost a magical power, holding you captive. It had a dual effect on your body. You were afraid. But it paled in comparison to your insistent arousal.

“Hi,” You greeted, gesturing for him to come in.

He did so wordlessly, eyes taking in your form as he moved. He let you lead him through the house and towards the kitchen and you swore you could feel his gaze blazing across your back, leaving a mark. He was good at that. He was good at making you feel seen. The rush of having someone pay attention to you in the way that Rio did was utterly seductive. It was addictive. And you wanted it for as long as he was willing to give it to you.

“You want something to drink?” You asked over your shoulder, heading towards the cabinet that housed the whiskey.

Rio’s voice stopped you.

“Nah, I’m good.”

You faltered and turned to see him leaning against the wall, watching you with an amused expression. Your insides heated with every silent second that passed between you. Looking at him made you remember why you’d asked him over. It wasn’t for a drink and it definitely wasn’t for small talk. Primal need began to swell within you as you stepped towards him. He was going to make you see your desperation through.

He straightened as you approached and invaded his space. You reached a hand out to trace the buttons of his shirt, gently tugging at the end of the fabric as you did.

“Come on,” You whispered, nodding your head in the direction of your bedroom. Any form of pretense was gone. You both knew why he was there...why he’d actually shown up.

You prayed he followed as you walked down the hall and into a space he had yet to be invited into. Until now. His footsteps echoed behind you, entering the bedroom and taking in his surroundings. You swallowed and turned to face him, pure want reflecting in his eyes. It urged you forward.

“Sit on the bed.” You commanded, voice surprisingly steady.

The corner of Rio’s lips edged upwards, but he did as you said. It appeared as if he was humoring you, expecting that you’d back out and end the night before it even began. But you were far past that. He’d made it clear, without words, that he wasn’t going to make this easy for you. He was going to make you work for everything. Whether that be his money or his affection. So you’d do it. You’d put in the work. And he’d reward you.

You reached for the zipper on the back of your dress, but it was too high. You stepped between his legs and faced away from him, motioning to the metal teeth that held the garment together.

“You mind?” You asked, waiting in anticipation. It was only a second later when you felt the brush of his finger against your back as he lowered the zipper. He made sure to drag his skin across yours, slowly and feather-light. It was almost non-existent, yet it pulled a shiver from you anyway.

You caught the loosened fabric before it fell, holding it to your chest. You turned and met his hooded gaze, noting the way his jaw was clenched. You let the dress fall to the floor, revealing the black lace you wore underneath. His eyes scanned your body like a predator stalking its prey, your nipples hardening in response. The sheer material of the bra barely concealed your body’s reaction. He took notice.

“That new?” He asked, chin jutting out and gesturing to the lace that adorned your body.

You stepped out of the dress and back between the space of his thighs, forcing him to look up at you. That familiar spicy scent filled your nostrils. It was his scent. And it lured you in further to his body’s warmth.

“If you want to think that highly of yourself.” You quipped with a coquettish smile, hands resting on his shoulders. His own hands remained on his thighs; not showing any indication that he was going to reach out and touch you.

His question had been spot on though. You had in fact went out and bought new lingerie. Several things in fact. And you might’ve bought them in black. A color that reminded you of only one person.

Rio chuckled lowly at your answer, licking his lips as you eased your breasts near his face. “You can’t let me have an inch, can you?” He challenged, an eyebrow raised in question as he looked up at you.

“If I give you an inch, you’ll take a mile.” You retorted, hands skimming along the back of his scalp. His fingers twitched against your legs at the motion, so you made sure to do it again.

Again he laughed. Humorless and patronizing.

“I can’t take what’s already mine.”

He said the words with so much confidence that you had to pause. You stilled your hands and for once stared right back into the depthless pools of his eyes. You predictably got lost in them, as you so often did with anything involving the man. His declarations of ownership should’ve scared you. They should’ve made you turn and run away. Instead, you went headlong into the storm.

“Pretty confident in yourself.” You replied, lowering yourself to your knees. He let his thighs fall open to make room for you, his expression showing just how pleased he was with your change in position.

“I’m not the one on my knees.” He threw back, hand finally reaching out to caress your cheek. His thumb swiped at your lips as his eyes zeroed in on them, no doubt picturing them wrapped around him.

“Touché.” You teased, kissing his thumb as it slid across your mouth.

You ran your hands up his thighs and towards his belt buckle. He let you, posture relaxing as he allowed you to do as you pleased. You shifted his pants and underwear out of the way as you pulled him free, your mouth already salivating at the sight. He was hardening with every second, veins and ridges calling to your womb like an old friend. You could feel him watching you as you leaned forward and placed a soft lick to the head of his cock. He tasted salty, but clean, and you wanted more.

You suckled at the tip of him while your hand worked the saliva around his length. He was long and pulsing with yearning in your palm. You let your mouth water around him, the sound of skin sliding against slickened skin now filling the room. The sound aided you in your efforts. You opened your throat to take him in, swallowing and savoring the low groan he expelled. It was music to your ears.

You listened to his reactions, catching every twitch of his cock along your tongue. You mercilessly teased him as you licked long strips along his flesh before you suctioned your cheeks and tightened around him. Your hands worked in tandem. Stroking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth while traveling down to caress his sac. He grunted and jerked with the action, causing him to slip further down your throat. Tears filled your eyes, but you kept going.

Moisture touched your tongue and you knew he was close. You chanced a glance up and was rewarded with a blissed out Rio. His head was angled back, his adam’s apple bobbing deliciously behind inked flesh as his hand made it to the back of your head. He didn’t push, but he didn’t have to. You happily gagged on his cock.

“That’s enough.” He commanded, voice low and tinged with barely contained control. He pushed your hands off of him and angled your chin up to him, his mouth descending on yours without a second thought.

You let him taste himself. Tongues intertwined in a show of eroticism that mimicked what your bodies longed to do. You steadied yourself on your knees as you grabbed at his shirt while his hands cradled your face. You wanted him to touch you...to explore your body in every way possible. It felt like your entire being was on fire and only he could soothe the ache. You needed him...badly.

“Touch me...please.” You pleaded once you’d broken apart.

He began to unbutton his shirt, discarding the piece of clothing easily as you waited. “Stand up.”

You did as he said, standing on shaky legs between his own. He reached out and smoothed his palms over your thighs and around to your ass, grasping the flesh and kneading. Your eyes closed in blessed relief, a moan just on the tip of your tongue. You jerked in his arms when you felt the wet heat of his mouth against your stomach, his lips trailing kisses along the flesh. Your hands held his head steady as he gave you what you craved. His fingers slid under the band of your panties, shifting the material up and down on your hips.

Impatience drove you to reach around and unclasp your bra, baring your breasts to his hungry kisses. He didn’t miss a beat. He mouthed at the underside of your breasts while his hands cupped them, massaging the sensitive mounds with skillful touches. Your panties felt too restrictive and uncomfortable. Wetness pooled in them as Rio’s touch urged more from you.

“The bed.” You gasped, feeling him pinch a nipple. The sensation made you shudder.

His presence disappeared from your body as he stood, pushing his jeans and underwear down. They fell to the floor as he stepped out of them, his shoes already off. You took him in for the first time. Took in the scarred flesh and lines of ink that ran along sinewy muscles. He was lean, but beautifully toned. All male.

You followed his lead and pushed the last scrap of clothing you wore down. The material fell easily to your feet and you kicked them away. You reveled in the way he looked at you. Untamed and feral. Like you were sin incarnate. It made your pussy clench in urgency.

Your palms glided up his firm chest as you reached forward to kiss him. He reciprocated, insistent hands guiding you to the bed. You let yourself fall to the mattress, his body following yours. Your mouths didn’t separate. You both savored the moment of finally being bare and pressed so closely to one another. You relished the flavors that sat on your tongues as you kissed, barely able to take in a breath. Hands roamed without barriers as he wedged himself between your thighs. You accommodated him, pushing your hips up to entice him inside you. A finger found its way there instead, dragging along your walls and collecting the moisture that had settled within.

“You ready?” He whispered into your ear, his finger now strumming at your swollen clit.

You nodded and moaned, hoping that was answer enough. Your back arched into his chest when he pressed the head of his cock at your entrance, lathering himself in you. Your nails dug into his back, your legs tightening around him. He showered you with tender kisses along your neck as his hips rutted against yours, not yet slipping into the place you both desperately needed him to be.  

“Look at me.”

You obeyed, locking gazes with him as he hovered over you. The moment lasted only a second before he was pushing forward. He was fully sheathed and throbbing within you as you clung to him, mouth open but no sound coming out. His face was buried into your neck as you both became reacquainted with the other. You felt deliciously full. Overwhelmingly so as his cock nudged the natural barrier within you. He was as far as he could go, and yet you wanted him closer.

“Move.” You said with a whimper, shifting your hips so that his cock dragged along your velvet walls.

Rio obliged, a prisoner to the cyclone of sensations that had swept you both up. He set a steady pace, his strokes deep and thorough. You cried out when he thrust so hard that you edged up the bed, the headboard rattling against the wall. Beams of light glowed behind your eyelids as he hit every spot as if he was made to. You clung to the silver chain that hung from his neck as he grunted in your ear, each pass of him stealing your breath.

“This what you wanted? Hmm?” He punctuated his question with a bruising drive of his hips forward, making your toes curl.

“Fuck, yes…” You moaned, disoriented by it all. The feel of him atop you. The rhythm of his hot breaths against your neck. The growls that rumbled from his throat. The sting of being stretched as he fucked you. It was enough to have you succumbing to your climax before you were even ready.

You slipped a hand between your bodies and rubbed at your clit, increasing the intensity of your impending release. You locked your legs around his waist and scratched at the sheets as ecstasy washed over you. Your pussy contracted with earth-shattering tremors as you flooded Rio’s cock with your spendings. A litany of moans and gasps accompanied your free fall into space. The man above you stilled as you rode out the waves of orgasm and clenched around him in almost painful spasms. And then, your entire body went limp.

The headboard resumed its melody against the wall as Rio chased his own end. He maneuvered onto his knees, his cock never leaving the confines of your body. He watched you from this new vantage point, taking in the expression of euphoria you wore. Your hands trailed up your abdomen and across your breasts, cupping them for him. His hips picked up speed, his body slapping against yours and creating an echo. You accepted it all as he finally came, filling you full with every drive of his hips. He held you firm as he emptied himself within you, ensuring not a drop was wasted. You hummed at the feel of it, warm and thick and possessing you.

His fingers loosened their hold on your thighs as he came down, the flesh already sore from his grip. He soothed the area, the motion making your eyes feel heavy with sleep instead of lust. You met his gaze and let out a breathless laugh, feeling your limbs already beginning to ache with overuse. He slowly retreated from your body and settled beside you, his back pressed against the headboard as the comforter shielded his lower half from view. You eased into a sitting position, bringing the sheet with you. The act of modesty was unnecessary, but you did so anyway.

“You good?” He asked, face turning serious.

You nodded, the mess between your legs proof of just how good you really were.

“We gotta talk.”

His words made you stiffen. The post-coitus high now tainted.

“About what?” You asked, attempting casualness as you faced him.

“You’re gonna have a new contact from now on. Someone besides me.” He explained. His tone was succinct and to the point. He wasn’t interested in making this a discussion. And that annoyed you. Because it deserved one, whether he thought so or not.

“What does that mean?”

“Means I’m moving on to something else. Something different. So now you gotta deal with someone else.”

You shook your head, desperately wishing you now had clothes on. “I don’t understand.”

“There’s nothing to understand. It’s how it has to be.” He stated cooly, features schooled into an expression of professionalism, despite his own state of undress.

“Why?” You asked, still struggling to comprehend what he meant. Because it sounded like he was pawning you off to someone else right after he’d fucked you.

“I’m flipping my game. Nothing can be permanent. You get caught if you get comfortable.”

“Don’t I get a say in this?”

“No. You don’t.” He retorted dryly. The quickness of his reply threw you, the coldness in it obvious.

“I don’t trust anyone else.” You said, standing up and wrapping yourself in the sheet. Your thoughts were running wild, the disbelief you felt clearly written all over your face.

“I trust him. He’ll handle shit.” Rio reassured you, though it didn’t translate. He sighed and stood from the bed, searching for his underwear and pants.

Anger flared inside of you as he got dressed. He was going to drop a bomb on you and then leave? The notion made blind fury replace the satiation of sex within you.

“I barely trust you.” You threw back, watching as he buttoned his shirt. He shook his head and laughed, apparently finding your statement funny. “Why are you doing this?” You asked, trying to keep the shakiness out of your voice but failing.

He moved towards you and cradled your cheek, a gesture you were starting to loathe. He didn’t have to say anything to be condescending. The intent was clear. That familiar pit formed in your stomach as he stared at you, licking his lips.

“It’s business. This isn't personal. Don’t make it that way, yeah?”

You twisted away from his touch, gritting your teeth in irritation. “So you coming over to fuck me when you want is business?” You challenged, wrapping the sheet tighter around your chest.

“I gave you a choice.” He replied, voice raising slightly. His face hardened, his eyes narrowing and spine straightening as you fought against him.

“And what choice was that? To fuck you or die?” You questioned hotly, seeing him take a step towards you.

“You don’t make the rules. This isn’t a fucking partnership, darling. You work for me. You listen to me.” He argued, matching your aggression.

An iota of fear crept up your spine, but you ignored it. You shook your head and turned to leave, but he caught you, holding your arm with a firm grip. It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t comfortable either.

“Don’t. Do. That.” He warned, pulling you to face him once again. He was pissed. His temper barely under control as he pinned you with an icy glare.

“Fine....” You acquiesced, jerking your arm free. “Leave me in the able hands of someone else. I’ll make sure and show them the same kind of attention I showed you.” You goaded, seeing the vein in his neck pulse.

“Why do you gotta make shit difficult?” He asked, choosing to ignore your remarks. Rio didn’t wear jealousy well and it was obvious.

“You were the one that came to me, remember? You were the one that spouted that bullshit about trust.” You threw back, uncaring of the consequences.

“That's right.” He confirmed, stepping in your direction and crowding your space. You were both practically breathing the same tension-filled air. “And you went along with it. So go along with this. If not, arrangements can be made.”

You blinked, willing the man before you to disappear. You shouldn’t be surprised that things took such a left turn. They were bound to. And Rio was nothing if not an entrepreneur first. You knew that. Didn’t mean it stung any less.

“Leave.” You demanded, not meeting his gaze.

“I’ll be in touch.” He said before he was walking past you and out of the room.

The slamming of the front door echoed throughout the house when he left and you released the breath you’d been holding. Tears welled in your eyes, but you forced them back. The relationship between you and Rio was doomed from the beginning. You were both operating on borrowed time. No matter how much he acted as if he cared, he didn’t. You were a means to an end. That was blatantly apparent now. You were to fall in line and operate under his orders. That was it. But you couldn’t do that. Not when your entire life was at stake. You’d made the mistake of trusting him and he decided to throw it all away. All the progress made...for naught.

Rio would always want his money more than you. It made no difference if you finally offered yourself up on a silver platter, promising to run off with him. He’d surely laugh and pat your cheek, amused by your offer. He’d only been telling you what you wanted to hear. And wasn’t that what you wanted anyway? Wasn’t he just enough for a good time and an even better fuck?

Yeah. He was.

So then why did it hurt so goddamn much?

[elfwoodfae]

“Complications”

Summary: After finding out by accident Dr.Wells’ secret, your relationship with him gets complicated as he doesn’t let anyone else close to you while you work a project for him.

Author‘s note: please if you are a minor don’t read. This piece contains smut. Do not read if you are under 18. This is the first piece of smut I write and publish, please be kind but criticism is always welcome. Feel free to reblog if you like, just don’t claim as your own please. Also tumblr is being weird and not letting me edit the space in between paragraphs better so sorry for that. Credits for the gif to the owner, I found it on Google and just cropped it.

Warning: Smut.

It had been an accident really. How you found out about his secret. A simple error in his calculations. It was a Wednesday night, the whole team had left by then, or at least he thought they had. He hasn’t counted on you coming back for something and as quiet as you were, it was no surprise when you caught him opening the time vault to come out of there, walking non the less.

There you stood, mouth opening and closing like a little fish, he hasn’t see you yet, but as fate had it the tool you were holding fell to the floor, making a loud noise. Turning his head around at a speed that had to for sure had given him a wishsplash he stared at you. Tilting his neck a little he moved in your direction with the beginning of a smirk forming in his lips. He wasn’t worried. He would get rid off you if he needed to keep his secret safe. Once he was in front of you you finally reacted, closed your mouth only to open it a second later.

“Why?” Was the only word that came out of your mouth. You couldn’t understand why would he lie. He raised an eyebrow as he approached you even more.

“You will need to specify a little more in your question y/n, why what?” It was easy to see he was thinking what to do with you after you had found out about him.

“Why would you lie about being able to walk Dr.Wells? And why were you coming out of that room in the wall? Do the others know about that room? What are you hiding?”

“I said specify, not add three more questions y/n, but to answer you, I lied because is in my convenience for the rest of the team to believe I’m, and that room in the wall is my time vault, as to what I’m hiding well there’s no point in denying it to you as you have already interrupted my plan. Your help was something I need and was counting on but not for it to happen this soon.” Your eyes widened as his hand came up to your eye level and started to vibrate.

“Is you isn’t it? You are the man in yellow , the ones we have been trying to catch!” Your lip started quivering, from fear and rage. This man who you all had trusted and confided in was the very same nightmare you and the rest had been trying to fight. Of course he was always one step ahead.

“Yes, is me” he replied in a whisper, his voice low and husky. “And now if you want your heart to keep beating, you will do exactly as I say” he lowered his hand closer to your chest, making you tremble in fear thinking this was it.

“I need you to build for me a tachyon enhancer,” he continued. “And I need you to keep this” he signaled with his free hand in between you and him “our secret, don’t think for a moment I won’t know if you try to tell the others, I’m after all always one step ahead.” With a flick of his wrist his hand stopped vibrating and as he moved to the side you made your way out of the lab still in shock. As the elevator doors were about to close you heard him wish you a goodnight, but you were too shocked to be able to process any of what was happening.

That incident had been a week ago and every second of the day you were on edge, always nervous whenever he was around and you were sure the rest of them were catching on that something was wrong with you.

You were working in your work station, a small lab a little away from the cortex, the tachyon enhancer he wanted was in process and as you twisted and secured a few of the screws you turned around completely oblivious to the world as your headphones were on your ears. The moment you turned around your hand flew to your chest as a mini heart attack threaten to appear as you came face to face with Dr.Wells.

“Jesus don’t do that!” You exclaimed, yanking the headphones out of your ears. He only stared at you waiting for your breathing to regulate before speaking.

“How’s our little project coming along?”

“I am working on it as fast as I can without raising questions from Cisco when he passes by, if I spend all the time here on it they are bound to grow suspicious.” He nodded and wheeled himself out of your lab. You had been thinking all day and night in how could you let Barry know what was going on, how to tell him who Wells really was without the man realizing it and ending your life in the process.

As if by a miracle Cisco came up with the idea that you all should go out for drinks, Barry would invite Iris and it would be the perfect opportunity to be out and talk to him without looking suspicious as all of you went out for drinks every once in a while. In there without being too obvious maybe you would be able to get Barry alone and speak to him.

“I need a drink or ten” you commented to Caitlyn as you all made your way to the elevators.

“Alright so Barry will pickup Iris and Caitlyn will pick you and then me and we meet at the bar” commented Cisco turning around and pointing at us.

“That sounds perfect to me” You said as you tried to give him the most genuine smile you could muster given the past few days.

Once alone in your apartment you started to get ready and think about what this past couple of days had been, how fast your life had taken a turn, you felt dirty, you wanted to tell them so much what had been happening but you couldn’t, not without risking a hand going through your chest. Just thinking about it made a hole open in your stomach. What you needed was a good night of drinks and some fun if a candidate appeared, you told yourself . Picking a dress a little too short and some high heels, you let your hair loose and run down your back. As you grabbed your bag and made your way to the door to greet Caity and Cisco your phone rang with a message.

“Don’t even think for a moment I won’t know if you so much as try to tell them.” You didn’t need to read the number to know who the message was from and dread filled you as you looked around in fear trying to spot him somewhere, hiding in the shadows. You jumped as Cisco knocked loudly on the door and called for you to hurry up.

The night had been promising, the bar was full and the music loud. Drink after drink seemed like the only solution tonight. Dancing and talking with your friends you started to relax a little bit more, your plan to tell them long forgotten since that message.

Around midnight you spotted a guy who caught your attention and as you made conversation with him you realized this is the distraction you were looking for. Walking over to the team you informed them you would leave with a friend and to not worry if anything were to happen you would let them know instantly. As you made it to the door of your building said stranger was kissing you, as you smiled in the kiss and and played with his hair his hand was running up against your thigh, the kiss deepened as you struggled with the key to open the door and in the moment you finally opened it and were about to pull him inside in a gush of wind and lightning he disappeared. Shock and rage filled you as you banged your forehead against the door and closed your eyes to take a breath. You knew who had done it, and to confirm your suspicions the moment you opened your eyes you were met with a pair of red glowing ones and a distorted face in a yellow suit. But as you were about to open your mouth to give him a piece of your mind he disappeared.

The next day at the lab Caitlyn asked you how it had been with your friend and you sadly had to tell her that something had come up and he had to leave.

“What a shame, he was cute, maybe you will see him again” she commented, trying to cheer you up.

“Yeah he was really cute,” you said “and who knows yeah I probably will see him again” you said making sure to glare daggers at Harrison, who was looking over at you two from the hallway that connected to the cortex.

“ Miss l/n a word please?” He asked in that tone that made everyone believe he was just worried or looking out for all of you. Getting up you walked after him, following to the lab farther away from the cortex, where no one was sure to listen or walk in by accident. As you got there, you used the little courage you had left to confront him.

“What was that last night?!” “What is it to you who I take him?” You questioned him, crossing your arms over your chest. He rubbed two fingers over his lips and stared at you with those piercing eyes that felt as if they could look inside your soul and as he lowered his hand he got up from his chair, towering over you, making you feel small and reminding you how intimidating he could be. He walked over to you in slow long strides, moving his arms to rest each one next to your body, caging you in in between the desk and himself.

“I don’t like distractions in my plans” his voice was low almost a whisper, “have we met in different circumstances it would had probably even been fun” he said. You could only look at him, and it could be the adrenaline of the moment or his close proximity but you found yourself feeling a low tingle in your stomach and the temperature of your body rise to the sky. It wasn’t a lie that he was attractive and smelled in a way that made you want to bury your noise in his neck. Your body betrayed you as you felt heat pool in between your legs and tried to focus your attention on him, only to realize that you haven’t heard a single word of what he had said and only catches the phrase “adhere to the plan.” And with that he pulled back away from you and sat back on the chair.

That night you couldn’t sleep. Your mind kept playing that moment over and over again. His voice, so close to your face, his lips, the way he moved, so dominating and confident, knowing he had the upper hand , that he had power over you, and his smell. The way he smelled, musky and clean. It was intoxicating and you wondered how you had never smelled him before.

After that incident you haven’t been able to be alone with him without thinking about it, or going as far as to imagine what would it feel like if he kissed you. You had a feeling he was a dominant man in bed. Your eyes widened as you realized just what you had been thinking about and realizing you needed a distraction you stopped your work on his tachyon enhancer and went to collect your things to leave a little earlier, taking advantage that he was nowhere to be seen, probably hiding in his room in the wall or hole in the wall as you called it.

Tonight was the night you would finally have some fun. Dressed in a very sexy black silky dress you decided to find some place to clear your mind with and after a few drinks and some luck maybe find some company too.

A few too many drinks you found yourself a little drunk but with the perfect company of a guy you had been talking to for the past half hour and making your way to your apartment everything seemed to be going smoothly. But as fate had it, in the moment you both made it through the door and he started kissing you and moving his hands to the zipper of your dress, in a fit of lighting he was gone, once again, another man with who you were about to have fun with was gone, and of course in his place was the man in the yellow suit. With the liquid courage so many drinks had given you, you pointed your finger at him.

“What is your problem!!” You attempted to smack him chest with your close fist. “What is it to you! Why do you care who I sleep with?” You screamed at him, tired of his constant interruptions. Grabbing your hand and in the blink of an eye he had you against the wall. His mask was pulled down and his red eyes stared at you. Your breath caught in your throat at his proximity and the position he had you in. “As I told you, I don’t like distractions, and you are becoming one big one, I also don’t like sharing, if I cannot have you, then nobody can” he said, his voice deep and distorted.

It took a second for your brain to process what he was saying and in between the alcohol in your system and his presence you started to blush, your mouth was semi open, unable to said anything.

Slowly he moved closer to you and as you closed your eyes his lips crashed into yours. His kiss was dominating, passionate, it made your knees tremble and your hand instinctively moved to his hair. One of his arms moved to the wall next to your head as the other came to rest in your waist. The kiss deepened, his tongue intrusively moved inside your mouth and you moaned into the kiss which only served to spur him on as he squeezed your waist and moved the hand on the wall and buried his fingers in your hair, keeping you in place.

He broke away, only to start kissing along your jaw down to your neck, moving lower he found that sensitive spot in between your neck and shoulder and when your head moved back and you pulled his hair at the pleasure, he made sure to suck on your skin and bite into it, gaining a long moan out of you.

“Which way is your room?” He asked in between kisses, his voice low and husky, as he lifted both your legs and you wrapped them around him. “Second door to the right” you said breathlessly as he sped you both away into it. Kneeling down on the bed he started to caress your thigh moving up to grab the bottom of your dress and lift it over your head, leaving you naked to him. You shivered and as he kissed his way down your shoulders and chest his hand came up your sides grazing the curve of your breast. Your hands played with his hair as you tried to feel if there was a zipper or a way to get him out of the suit.

Laying you back he phased himself out of the suit, moving his hands to your hair to hold you in place he kissed you passionately as he devoured your mouth your hands caressed all over him, feeling his skin, his toned arms, the curve of his shoulders and the way his back muscle flexed at the effort of holding himself over you. His hand moved up and down your thigh and as it got close to your butt cheek he moved his thumb slowly around the inside of your thigh right where it met the curve of your ass, feeling how warm and hot you were for him. The moment his thumb went over your entrance you moaned hard into his mouth. Breaking the kiss he held your hands over your head with one hand and started kissing down your neck to your breast, marking the soft skin of your breast, sucking and leaving small bites in it, making you squirm under him.

His other hand worked around your entrance, yanking down your underwear he ran a finger over, feeling your wetness and groaning at the feeling of your heat. Vibrating his thumb he moved over your clit, making you cry out in pleasure as one finger eased his way into you, and as he increased the speed added a second finger, stretching you, making you moan and arch your back as you tried to break your hands free.

Once out of his grip your hands went to his hair as you pulled him up to kiss you again, his eyes bore into yours, as he fingered you, watching you squirm and close your eyes at the pleasure. Your hand ran down his stomach, feeling his muscles, trying to get to his boxers and touch him.

That’s when it hit him how far he had allowed himself to let this go, you were a distraction to his plan, he was putting all of his work in danger for this, but he had been alone for so long, for fifteen years he had missed the touch of someone else, he was letting his rational size take control once again, he couldn’t allow this to go any farther, but as soon as your hand grasped his cock he knew all though process went out the window, he was impossibly hard and the second you stroke him down he had to bury his face in your neck to conceal a moan that was threatening to escape, he couldn’t hold on too much longer, it had been too long for him and the only thought in his head was how desperately he needed to be buried balls deep inside of you. He started to vibrate the fingers inside of you and you started to feel your orgasm get closer, as he vibrates his thumb faster your eyes rolled back and you moaned hard under him, pulling at the nape of his neck and scratching his shoulder. If coming over his fingers had felt this good you couldn’t wait for what coming over his cock would feel like.

Looking into your eyes he waited a second for you to look at him and decide if you wanted him to stop, he honestly thought you would realize what you were doing by now and demand him to leave, but instead you grabbed his face and kissed him hard while you struggled to take his boxers off, once his cock was free, you moved your hips against his, feeling his tip slide in between your folds, making you moan into the kiss, grabbing your waist , he hid his face in your neck, bitting down on you as he started to push his cock into you.

Groaning at the sensation of your wet walls squeezing him and for a second he forgot all about his plan, all about everything as the feeling of being inside of you consumed him.

Thrusting slowly into you he started to move. Making you moan in pleasure and grabbing his shoulders, scratching his back at the feeling of him bottoming out into you. His hand moved to your thigh, moving it over his hip, making you wrap it around him, giving him a better angle to go deeper, hitting that spot inside that made your eyes roll back and your back arch. Enjoying your reaction he kept hitting at that angle, loving the feeling of you squirming under him, in a moaning mess, sweat grazing your forehead as you tried to beg him to go faster. He knew what you wanted, but he enjoyed watching you try to form words to ask him for it.

“Move… move faster please” you begged him in between thrusts. He only moaned in response and started to move his hand down your abdomen, vibrating his fingers over your clit and speeding up his thrusts. You felt yourself clinging to his shoulders and scratching his back at the pleasure, your walls started tighten around him, squeezing him as you started to come, taking in a breath and squeezing your eyes shot as your orgasm came over you, coming around him was an addicting feeling, his cock moving in and out of you, hitting that spot in you while you came was too much for you as you moaned hard in the air, it felt like a shock, like electricity pumping through your veins, it was a feeling you never wanted to end. His trust became erratic, he was close, he bit down your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark as he came deep inside of you, enjoying every second of it, it had been literal centuries since the last time he had done this, and the feeling was excruciating.

Giving you a few seconds to breathe and come down from your high he kept his face in your neck breathing into your hair calming his breathing. Lifting himself off of you he saw the sloppy smile playing on your lips, your pupils dilated as you looked at him, cheeks flushes from the alcohol and effort. He doubted you would remember much in the morning. He hoped this wouldn’t complicate things. But he was sure he would have to do something about it if it interfered with his plan.

Slowly he moved out of you, as you turned into your side, too tired to think now, slowly drifting into sleep. He sped around the room getting into his suit and making his way back to the lab, he needed to think and check with Guideon that the article hadn’t changed.

The next morning you woke up with a raging headache, looking around slowly you notice a bottles of pills in your nightstand and a glass of water. You wondered how much exactly did you he to drink last night. Rubbing your forehead with your hands it took exactly 5 seconds and a sticky feeling in between your legs for you brain to catch up with what had happened last night and as a dread feeling came over you, you wondered how could you go back to the labs and face him. Not only him but the rest of the team now that you had literally slept with the enemy, and the worst part is that you didn’t regret how good it had felt to have him deep inside of you.

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obi-wan kenobi relationship alphabet

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a - actions. what sort of things do they do to show they love their s.o?

for obi-wan, it would be in his every day actions. he's not all that big on grand gestures - can't be drawing attention to a relationship he's not supposed to be in after all - so it's reflected in the actions that show how well he knows you. like, he always flips the pillow before you come to bed so that it's cold, and when you have a particularly early start, he'll get up 20 minutes before you to make you breakfast

b - beginnings. how did the relationship begin? how has it changed?

i don't think obi would get into a relationship in the casual way -- he'd probably have to be in love with his best friend (that's u, ofc) and it would take a life threatening event for him to finally confess his love. not a lot would change, bc you're still best friends, but obviously there's the added closeness and love.

c - comfortable. how comfy are they with each other? peeing with the door open close, or would they rather keep the mystery?

he'd let you determine that. but also bc most of your time together is spent within your quarters, due to the natures of your job and the risk of people seeing, you're within close proximity a lot of the time so you're bound to be pretty comfortable around each other. you wanna burst into the refresher when he's in the shower cos you you had twice as much coffee as ur bladder can hold? he's not gonna stop you

d - dates. do they consider dates to be important? what kind do they prefer?

his favourite kind of dates are the ones where he gets to be close to you - whether that's wandering round the temple gardens after dark, or curling up in bed and watching a movie. if you ever get the chance to catch a break and escape to a far, far away planet, he'd definitely be up for something more grand.

e - engagement. how would they propose? who would even pop the question?

i don't think he would propose - more on that later - but if he did, it would be low key. even though there's like 0% chance of you rejecting him, he wouldn't want to put that pressure on you by making a big, public ordeal of the occasion

f - fundamental. for them, what is the most fundamental part of a relationship?

support & commitment. for obi-wan, he needs someone who's gonna be there for him through thick and thin; someone who will listen to him when he needs to vent and someone who will lay with him in bed when everything gets too much. he also needs someone who is committed and in it for the long run, bc he's lost so many people and can't face to see another go (especially by choice). of course, you get both things in return from him.

g - gratitude. how do they show their appreciation for you?

he just says it how it is. ten times a day really, but especially before bed - "have i ever told you how much i love and appreciate you?"

h - home. a random domestic headcanon.

he's terrible to share a bed with. you'll fall asleep on your respective sides of the bed, hands interlinked, and then get woken up two hours later by him spreading out on the whole mattress like patrick the goddamn star fish, forcing you onto the floor

i - infinite. do they believe their love is endless, or is there something that could break it?

obi-wan is both. if you turned to the dark side, or betrayed him or his cause, he could never forgive you, and the relationship would most certainly be over. it doesn't mean he'd stop loving you though - he couldn't ever do that. not even if he tried his hardest. so, his love is infinite but there are things that could make him turn away from you.

j - jokes. who's the funny one?

if you like dry humour, he's definitely the funny one, but with practical jokes and puns, that would be you.

k - kiss. how do they kiss? favourite type?

every morning before he goes to work, obi-wan will pull you towards him and give you a deep, breath-taking kiss; with one hand on your back and one on your neck, it'll be on your mind for the rest of the day. that's his favourite type of kiss.

l - longing. who's the clingy one? how are they with long distance?

neither of you, but also obi-wan sometimes. obi-wan becomes a thousand times clingier when he has nothing to do; if he's between missions and meetings, he'll stick to your side like a golden retriever. it's cute at first, but then when you can't even sit down for twenty minutes to do paperwork without him wrapping himself around you? that's when you drop the council a message and beg them to do something with him. anything.

m - marriage. do they wanna get married?

initially, obi-wan isn't all that bothered by marriage. he doesn't need a ceremony or a wedding to prove either person's commitment - and he just kind of assumes that all those vows and promises are a given, regardless of whether you have a legal document to hold you to your word.

but, if you're still together after order 66, when he's on tatooine? he'd never be opposed to it. if it's important to you, he'll respect that.

n - nicknames. what ones do they like?

he likes when you call him obi, and for you, it's either my darling or my love

o - over the top. are they ever ott? or are they more low-key?

maybe in battle, but obi-wan generally relies on subtle & low-key gestures rather than massive displays of affection.

p - picture. what's their favourite picture of them and their s.o?

there's a selfie you took on your second or third date (idk if selfies exist in the star wars universe but...we move). he has his arm around you, and you're pressing a kiss to his cheek. it's so simple, but it means everything to him.

q - quintessential. what is one they would refuse to compromise in their relationship? what's a deal-breaker for them?

again - the dark side. even if he breaks the code to be with you, obi-wan is going to a dedicated jedi til the day he dies and it's something he holds in a regard as high as his love for you. so, he could never, ever be with someone who ever went against what he believed in, or someone susceptible to slipping.

but if he did see the person he loved turning to the dark-side? he'd do everything in his fucking power to stop it. he'd lose sleep and risk his life to help you, but once you're gone, that's it. if he couldn't save you before, he knows there'd be no chance once you'd turned.

t - tattoo. would they ever get matching tattoos with their s.o, or a tattoo for them?

probably not a tattoo, but i don't think he'd be opposed to subtly engraving your initials on his lightsaber

u - understanding. how understanding are they? or are they a little difficult?

understanding KING. it doesn't matter what the issue is, he's gonna be there to listen and make you feel valid. even if you do something that irks him a little bit, he'd still have all the patience in the world.

v - vases. do they buy flowers?

all. the. time. sometimes for special occasions, sometimes just because

w - wandering. do they wanna travel? or immediately settle down?

before order 66, obi would love travelling with you, provided you both work in a similar field and he can make it look conspicuous. if it's after, he's not entirely enthusiastic about planet hopping when darth goddamn vader has it out for him, but he would absolutely love to settle down.

x - ex. how many exes do they have? any horror stories?

one word: satine.

y - you. favourite thing about their partner?

just...everything. he could never choose a favourite thing. he could say your eyes, and the way you sparkle when you laugh, but then he'd feel bad for forgetting your butt, and the little dimples in your hips, and the way your brow creases when your confused. see what i mean?

z - zeal. how excitable are they? who's the calm one?

he's definitely the calm one. he can be very enthusiastic in battle, but in other aspects of life, he has the chilled out aura of someone who has consumed a pound of the devil's lettuce

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Your annoyance was simmering, daring to merge into the depths of some irreversible state of agitation. The engine of the classic Dodge Charger RT in your possession had, with incredibly poor timing, began to knock. The unsavory noise resonating into the thick air of the street, stilled heat of the day pushing back the regular ebb and flow of the Santo Padre streets to make way for the obnoxious sound of your engine. Your head was spinning, dazed by the bitter humidity and a steady brew of fear trembling in your fingers to dance just under the surface of your skin. The classic car was given by your father, who'd gotten it from his father, the mass of glistening matte black metal of significant value. If the engine failed, you'd be reduced to tears, wading in the dread of some existential crisis.

Your grandfather had had this car for twenty years, the imprint of his essence etched into the leather seats, and when he became grey and withered, he relinquished it to your father for another fifteen years, till finally, it was yours.

You pulled over just as the last knock sounded, the tremble in your fingers worsening. Your eyes welled, sure to leave a soft red glassiness. The need for air consumed you, the space to walk freely about, a puff of smoke or two maybe.

The pavement was hard under your feet, slam of the door accented by vexation. You picked behind your ear, that nicely rolled spliff safely kept and waiting to be lit. The lighter in your front pocket an easy grab, the flicker of orange a short friendly blaze as it singed the paper. The pull you took was slow, measured, as if to savor this minuscule moment of stillness that lived among others not so still. Not so peaceful. With release, you blew into the air, dried eyes taking in the vast blue of the sky. The never ending expansion blurring your vision as your mind sifted through slim courses of action. If you could just get the car to your garage, then you could figure the battery out on your own, saving time you didn’t have on a mechanics trips you couldn’t afford. All you needed was a—

"Need a boost?"

"Yes". The answer was so quick, it nearly gave you whiplash. The tension in your bones dissipating as you got rid of the sizzling flame around your spliff.

The stranger spun his car from its position just beside yours, the hood of it now facing yours head on before he turned it off and got out.

"Thanks so much for this".

"No problem. It's a nice ride you got, don't really see too many classics rolling around Santo Padre much", he said, eyeing the shine of the paint job. His fingers skimming the hood before he lifted it. "Where'd you get it?"

You step closer to him, a grin stretching your lips at his admiration. The RT was your pride and joy, the height of your ego bursting through to rise above some invisible ceiling whenever folks gave it compliments and stares of approval. "My dad had it for a while, gave it to me when he couldn't keep up with it anymore".

With a nod, he retrieved the cables from his trunk, the wide stretch of his back shifting just under the white fabric of his t-shirt to reveal the curve and ripple of muscles. They traveled down his arms, the bulge of them mixing with defined veins that ran across thick powerful looking fingers. He stretched one of those hands out toward you.

"Ezekiel Reyes".

You considered his hand for a moment, slipping it into your own as your eyes racked him with all the subtlety you could muster. It mustn't have been enough because that innocent friendly smile he gave you had turned into something more knowing. He knew you were checking him out but he didn't mind much. "Y/N".

His thumb skimmed the back of your hand just before letting go, turning his attention to attaching the cables to both cars properly. You minded his movements with the cables closely, triple checking the order in which he connected them with a hawks eye, a concentrated intensity that your dear old Charger RT deserved. Abruptly then, like the quickness of a blink or some single strike of lightning, a thought came to you. "Wait, not Reyes as in Carniceria Reyes?"

"Yeah it's my pops shop",

"Felipe's a real sweet guy. It's not everyday you can look through a deep book collection while the butcher cuts up your dinner". You paused, giving the beauty of his face another glance. "He should've warned me though, never told me both his sons were so handsome".

"You met Angel", he stated, a low dip in his tone. Was it disappointment?

"A couple of weeks ago. He was passing through when I stopped by to pick up somethings. He's a real charmer your brother, but I wouldn't worry. I don't think he's messed up your chances just yet", you flirted.

The assurance produced from him a toothy grin. "I'm not worried".

Silence took ahold of you then, anticipation of the moment charging the pressure in your chest to fall straight to your gut. ‘Please work' you whispered while swinging the door wide to slide into the warm leather of the drivers seat. With the key in the ignition, you twisted your wrist forward, a huff of relief puffing from your chest when the engine roars to life. You close the door quick, that relief bubbling under your skin, your head sticking out the window.

"Thanks again Reyes".

He stepped to the window, those warm endearing eyes taking in the summer glow of your face. His tongue slipped just over the plump flesh of his bottom lip. It was a rosy color, the curving dip of it enticing. He liked the way you said his last name.

"It's no problem".

You put your RT in reverse, backing away from his broad body. "See you around?"

"Maybe", he called.

You speed off, the rev of the engine blending into the ebb and flow of the town once again. Existence dipping into the horizon.

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You'd saw him again at some hole in the wall you frequented at. The smooth slow tempo of some classic 70s song strumming through the stereo to seep into your ears richly like fresh honey. The atmosphere was subdued, the short clinks of beer bottles and incomprehensible murmurs of frivolous conversations sating the air. It was the perfect place to think, to allow your mind to wander directionless through the never ending abyss of happenings and circumstances that had presented themselves down through the week. You made idle chitchat with the bartender about a laundry list of things of no particular significance, small smiles and light chuckles ringing from you both every now and then.

The night was going good, till you felt a creeping touch just at the low end of your back.

"Let me buy you a drink". The voice was rusted, withered by too much tobacco.

You held up the beer in your hand. "I've got already, I'm good".

This guy was tipsy, blood red creeping into his eyes, body swaying just the slightest bit. "Don't be like that, let me buy you another".

"I said I'm good", you asserted. The coolness of the bottle creating a tingling sensation in your hand. You'd crack it over his head if he touched you again.

"Sorry I'm late, everything alright?", another voice asked, but this one you knew. That deeply textured tone wrapping sweetly around your senses. You tore your irritated gaze set on the almost-drunk guy, softening it as you took Ezekiel in. He looked slightly different, refreshed it seemed, or maybe it was just his barbered hair. A Mayans kutte rested over him, comfortable like a second layer of skin, the black leather accentuating the swell of his muscles. You'd have to figure out later why your eyes diverted to them so often, they were becoming a hindrance to your thinking.

"Everything's good now", you played. Giving him a light peck to the cheek to sell the story. His arm wrapped around you in what appeared to be some reflexive reaction, all natural like he'd done it countless times before. When he realized Ezekiel wasn't leaving, the guy swayed away in true tipsy fashion. Mumbling incoherent things with a griped attitude. Ezekiel took his chair, the proximity of it in regards to yours making the point of his knee knock and slide the smooth plain of your jeans. You watched him take a glance over the bar before he called for a beer.

"Thanks for that".

"No problem", the corner of his lip turning up. "Seems like you've been needing my help a lot lately".

"Don't flatter yourself Reyes, this is just a coincidence".

"Any reason why you're at a bar alone?"

Your face screwed up in a show of confusion, but you could guess quickly the reason for the question. "Any reason why you're at a bar alone?"

He sipped at his beer. "Outside gets loud sometimes y'know, hectic. It's quiet in here. Good place to think".

"Exactly".

"A little unsafe for you though no?" And there it was.

"Everywhere's unsafe for me Ezekiel, I'm a woman. I mean I couldn't guarantee safety in my own home if I wanted to, but that's just how the world works". You paused, mischief rising in your face. "Don't worry though, I've got a little surprise for anyone who wants to test their luck".

"Oh really".

"Yeah, you men are dangerous out here. I gotta be prepared always".

His brows furrowed. "That's a bit of a big generalization to make".

"But if it's true it's true. Name one thing a man doesn't get dangerous about. Doesn't even have to be rejection", you say, turning to fully face him.

He considers the question for a moment, staring into the color of your eyes as if he'd find the answer in them. "Love".

"A man who loves, whose in love, would do any and everything, no matter how mad the shit is. He'd risk lives, his life even. If that's not dangerous then I don't know what is".

A speck of something lit in the hazel of his eyes. As if your words had brought to the present some memory buried deep within the grave of his soul. What you said hit rather close, closer than expected. "Who is she?"

"Doesn't matter, it's in the past".

"Humor me".

His jaw ticked before he spoke. "Her names Emily, but that shits all just history now. Doesn't matter". He turned the focus from himself. "What about you. Whose going all reckless about you".

"Who says he exist"

"You just did, I never specified who in particular".

So much for playing dumb. "His name is Jason".

"Sounds like an asshole".

You snort, the teasing of a headache coming as you thought on the insufferable man that was Jason. "He is. He's got that weird alpha male thing about him. Has to be in control of everything, doesn't know when to leave well enough alone".

The muted energy of the bar rose between the two of you, each taking quiet sips of your beer. You took notice of the way he surveyed the room from where he sat. That golden gaze sifting through the space and over bodies with quick ease. He was assessing, the gears in his head turning, calculating and considering every and all the possibilities of danger. It reminded you of someone.

"How long were you in for?", you ask.

"How'd you know?"

"You've been on the defensive since you sat down, lookin’ everywhere like someone's gonna up and shank you for no reason. My cousin was the same way when he got out, always looking over his shoulder". You shrugged. "Grew out of it eventually.

His eyes were a bit sullen, as if the truth would scare you. "Eight years".

"He was in for fifteen, and that prison shit is unbelievable, I mean the stories he's told me are crazy". You laugh suddenly at a memory, the resonance of it making him smile in admiration of the sound. "He did this thing for a while when he got home where he'd only have one knife, one fork and one spoon in his kitchen and I swear it was the funniest shit".

The smile falters, his body shifting awkwardly in the bar stool, embarrassed. 

"Oh my God Reyes don't tell me you've been doing the same thing".

"In my defense I live alone".

"But what if you have a special guest over, you'd be a sorry ass host", you tease.

"If you wanted to have dinner with me then just say that".

You force away the heat daring to rise in your cheeks. "We have to take a trip to home goods before I even consider a dinner with you”.

You both give hearty laughs, till the vibration in your pocket pulls your focus. With a quick slip of your phone, you realize how fast time had gone on. “Shit I gotta go, but it was real nice seeing you again Ezekiel".

"It was good seeing you too".

You press your hand against his patch, laying a sweet lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Make it home in one piece for me yeah".

"I have to. You might need me again".

"I'm counting on it".

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You were a joke it seemed, the universe and fate in a gaming mood, as they were using you as a source for their own amusement. Commissioning their faithful associate to do the heavy lifting of masking their scents. The two of you were at the right place, at the right time again, what a damn coincidence. Before the present week, you'd never even seen Ezekiel's face, just learning of his existence a week or so before that, and now you'd seen him twice in a matter of days. This night being the third.

He was surrounded by men who donned the same kutte as him, curious eyes swimming through the sea of bodies as they did in every other setting, till they met yours. He came to you without a second thought, eyeing the tight leather of your pants and how they clung to your thighs. The cropped cut of your vintage top revealing skin he longed to touch. Since the first time he saw you his mind raced with thoughts of your voice, visions of your lips touching his skin again, plaguing his body with the desire to have you.

You stepped away from your group of friends, meeting him half way. "You're just stalking me at this point. Not that I mind".

He clutched the openings of his kutte, that signature grin lighting his face, even with the casting over of the nights darkness. "Something told me I'd see you again. How's your RT?"

"Good, resting in my garage. I've been kinda scary about replacing the battery".

"Why?"

"I'm good with cars don't get me wrong, but something about fucking it up just makes me sick. It's a lot of history behind that car. I don't wanna destroy it".

"Understandable", he nodded. Noting the caution behind your words, the way you spoke with such passion and care about the thing you loved. It was endearing.

The heavy crunch of gravel and sand tore through the beginnings of some silent stare, an undeniable enticement brewing. It was Angel.

"I see you met this asshole already", the older Reyes said.

"I'm not an asshole Angel, just 'cause I turned you down".

He sent a smirk your way. "You didn't turn me down, we made a mutual decision that you couldn't handle me remember?"

"Right. That's exactly how it went".

A call sounded through the dewy air of the night, signifying the start of a race. You started toward a cherry red car.

"That's me", you said. In regards to the call.

Ezekiel was confused, intrigued. "You racing?"

"Yeah, the mustang", you called, strutting over to your 1970's Mustang, adding the slightest dip to your hips. Giving the brothers something to admire, before dropping low into the leather seats.

With a quick twist, the mustang roared to life, the rumble tearing through the air, growling like a fierce rolling thunder through hazy storm clouds. Another car pulled up on your right, the blue electric color of it dazzling, clashing against the fine cherry red of your own to deliver a sweet contrast for the eyes that watched on in excitement. A woman, with a dangled bandana in her hand, set herself between your car and the other, whistles of admiration thrown her way as she gave the summer evening crowd an alluring smile. At the point of her finger you revved your engine, adrenaline pumping through your veins, rushing from your chest to pulse under your skin. The leather feel of the steering wheel was smooth, the grip you held to it steady. With the downward pull of her hands she set both cars to race and you pulled your mustang swift into the night.

The road before you was a muddled darkness, the outward spreading glow of your headlights stabbing it and tearing it apart as your wheels took a glide against the smooth road. At the mark line, you shifted your car into reverse, whipping left, back into drive, soaring back down the road to where the crowd watched and waited. Their rigid bodies of anticipation lit by your headlights, bellowing screams waning under the busting sound of your revving engine. Your mustang tore through the finishing mark, the tingle of victory surging through you.

Pulling back up to the crowd, you rolled your window down, a slim roll of hundreds placed in your hand by the guy who’d set the race up. You showed up to win and now you were done.

Ezekiel and Angel were a little ways away from your car, your voice carrying over to them. "A little party at my place. You and your guys are cool to come".

They both nodded, heading to their bikes when Angel answered after you. "We'll follow you".

Ezekiel swung his leg, resting on the seat of his bike as he buckled the helmet over his head, his fingers gripping the ape hangers, feeling the vibration of the engine as he followed the sleek vibrant red of your car. The afternoon he met you, he'd been turmoiled, plagued with the natural uncertainties that came with being a member of the MC. That new patch stitched into the upper corner of his kutte had bought a sense of pride and belonging he hadn't felt in forever, it gave him drive, fueled his determination, but as the saying goes, all that glitters is not good. Expectation deceived him, the reality of all things made clear. And that reality was shoveling makeshift graves for men whose names he couldn't even remember, but he remembered yours. Committed himself to it like the loving kiss he gave to the jar that held the remnants of his mother every time he stepped a foot into his fathers house.

He found you flustered, out of yourself with anxiety in the dimming light of the afternoon, and then at the bar, body rigid, eyes wired and ready to do your worst to a guy who could barely keep his posture straight, and now he was following behind you, backing his bike toward the sidewalk that laid just in front your home.

Upon entry, the knock of the speakers bled a thumping bass that pulsated through the floors. Your home had seemed to expand with every new corner that came into view, the walls pushing back to make room for the swell and scatter of bodies. Sweet smells mixed with more pungent ones, the hazy aroma of weed slipping past him as he walked further into the house. A hand placed itself at his side. It was you.

"Can I get you a drink? A beer or something".

"Yeah a beer is cool".

You intertwined your fingers with his, leading him to the kitchen where the sound settled some. Beer bottles clinked, the air releasing as you opened them, handing one over to him.

He gave a quiet "thanks" before sipping, eyeing the way your lips wrapped around the top of the bottle to taste the liquid. They looked soft, full and alluring. He redirected his gaze before the temptation overtook him to do something impulsive that had the prospect of unnerving you. His eyes flitted to the side of your face, an illustration about two inches or so etched into your skin. He hadn't noticed it till now.

You could feel him staring as you tasted the beer, the heat of it tingling your skin. "It's a dagger".

He reached forward, thumb skimming over the finely crafted design, it was a professionals work. With the simple touch of his thumb, your nerves were riling, heat rushing to pulse under your skin, he could feel it. It drew him closer, lured him in. "Did it hurt?".

"Like hell, but when you've felt more painful shit, tattoos like this don't really compare". You lifted the hem of your top some, bringing his fingers to feel the raised skin there. Four inches or so worth of a healed gash rested under his considerate touch. "Got it when I spent a year and a half inside. Grand theft", you admitted.

The reasoning behind telling him wasn't sound in the slightest bit, but what was reasoning when Ezekiel had awakened such dormant feelings inside you. With those beautiful, sunny colored eyes and the warm hand caressing your side, you were liable to tell everything. Truths you hated and dark secrets that laid deep inside your past. You reached up to lay a kiss to those pouty lips, the feel of them mesmeric, dazing. Fulfillment burdened itself onto you, finally you'd got a taste of that rosy pink bottom lip, and now your body was calling for more. Begging for it with such longing that you licked your way through his mouth, his tongue acting in kind. It was slow and all consuming, his body pressing you into the counter to surround you.

"Come with me", your voice airy. Breathless. You lead him to the back of the house. Your room first on the right. A gasp left you when your feet left the floor, body in his arms as he laid you against the fresh feel of the sheets. You kicked your shoes off with ease but the discarding of other pieces left behind a sinking feeling, a pressure forming in your chest to push down straight into your gut. He was glorious, the plains of his skin bound by rich thick tanned muscles and long veins. The dilation of his pupils darkened the air around him, physique imposing. This is what you’d wanted, Why were you feeling so anxious all of a sudden?

"What's wrong?"

Your body had raced miles ahead of your mind and now you were trying to catch up. "I don't know, I just... I feel..."

"Nervous".

"It's sounds so stupid when you say it out loud".

"But it's not, It's natural, and I'll do whatever you want me to do. Whatever makes you feel comfortable baby".

He sounded so sure of it, it made you believe him. You laid against the pillows, beckoning him with the outstretch of your fingers. "C'mere".

He obeyed, body atop yours, your legs wrapping loosely around his waist as your head tilted up to give those lips another kiss. It was messy this time, fueled by desperation, your tongues slow to lick as they tasted each other's. The remnants of beer still there. He took hold of your lip, sharp teeth pulling before he kissed his way down to the heated flesh of your neck. There he sucked, bombarding your skin with pressure causing your hips to grind against the coarse fabric of his jeans. The thin cotton layer of your underwear leaving you to erupt with a fresh wave of need. He feathered kisses down your body, pushing your legs up and apart to open yourself for him. A shudder drove down your spine, that soft wide tongue of his licking so close to where you needed him. He peeled away your underwear leaving you bare before him.

"Talk to me baby. What do you need".

You could hear the pulse of your heart in your ears. "Take care of me Ezekiel, make me feel good".

He hummed, loving the airiness of your voice. So drenched with need for him you were. He was methodical despite the desire boiling in his blood threatening to burn through his skin, so he'd settled with toying with you for now. Giving that sweet glistening clit teasing licks. They were measured, the constraint of them existing solely to wreck you, to kill your resolve completely till you were reduced to in-apprehensible words filled with air. The wide-ness of his tongue felt so good, your nails running over the faded part of his head as your hips drew tight circles.

The teasing, the game of it all. He didn't know but you loved it so much. "That feels so good baby, so good", you praised.

Your words were disembodied, wandering in another plain of existence as they rolled off your lips. Your senses were bursting at the seems, and then reborn again to erupt on impact when he sucked against your sensitive nub, lapping your slick salaciously. As if he'd been starved for years, only just finding you now. The line of your spine arched, waist swiveling, grinding to meet his wet tongue. A low "fuck" fell in the air as your felt the rise of your impending release. With taut, rough fingers he hooked at the back of your knees, pushing them into the sheets. The action opened you completely to him, no choice but to surrender to his will and the feel of his lips as he drew you closer to the edge.

"Please, I'm so close", you whimpered. Vision splotchy, thump in your ears intensifying.

He sucked at you again, holding his lips still as your body shook. Quivering against the sheets. He reverted back to soft licks, tasting as you rode the high.

He rose when you settled, eyeing the heavy rise and fall of your chest as he did away with his jeans. "You Ok?"

It took you time to register the question but when you did, you threw a pillow at him. "You just sucked the soul out of me, don't ask me that damn question".

He laughed, watching your eyes dim in bliss. You hadn't noticed, but he'd done away with his underwear as well, the weight of him causing the bed to dip as he came up to where you laid. His thick fingers rolled you over, setting your face to rest against the pillows as your hips raised in the air to rest against the hot flesh of his length, the veined skin laying along your slit. You moaned in anticipation, pushing back against him.

He gripped your cheeks, spreading them to see the quivering flesh of your opening, the flushed pink shinning in the dim light of the room. His tongue slipped against his bottom lip again, reveling in the taste of you as he pushed in. He groaned, and you gave a single fleeting "yes" , the thickness of him giving a delicious stretch, rigid length hot as he pushed and pulled in and out of your depths in a slow manner. Wanting to test the waters same as he did moments ago before building you back up again. The squeeze of you made his chest tight, head swimming with delirium.

"You feel so good mama, so tight around me", he groaned.

His thrust were dizzying as they picked up to set a steady pace, your hips rolling and pushing to take him deeper. To reach that place in you that would force your vision to blur and be replaced by disfigured stars. You reach to lay a finger at your overstimulated bundle of nerves, rubbing the soft slick flesh with lazy pleasuring circles that spurred the knot in your gut to grow. A single tear fell to dampen the pillow, your depths tightening at how full you felt, at how unrelenting the stimulation of his strokes were.

The sharp drive of his hips made you go rigid, the vice like grip you formed around him causing him to fall into his own high. Pace going all slow sloppy to ride out the blissful feeling.

He pulled from you, both your body and his collapsing against the bed. His face formed with satisfaction, a beautiful buzz running through him. "You know what this means right?"

"What", you asked.

"We’ll have to see each other around more often now".

[girl-next-door-writes]

Greater Forces Than Insecurity

Characters: Mycroft Holmes x reader

Summary: In the aftermath of Sherringford, somebody needs to take care of Mycroft even if he says he is perfectly fine.

Word Count:4089 words

A/N: I was not expecting this part to be this long, honestly, I figured it would be about 1500 words, but that seems to be a running theme with this series, so enjoy.

Greater Forces Masterlist

Aching. A dull ache. Every muscle in his body felt heavy, and Mycroft furrowed his brow, trying to gain some sense of equilibrium before opening his eyes. His surroundings slowly came into view as he did so, lit by an eerie green light which was being emitted from a rather large circular panel in the middle of the ceiling. Slowly turning his head, memories of recent events hit him full force, and his chest tightened as he scrambled to sit up. The semi-circular room in which he found himself was all too familiar. Grey panels lined the walls, the bed, chair and table, the only furniture to occupy the space, were all bolted securely to the bare floor. Hurriedly getting to his feet, despite his body’s protestations, his hand pressed against the smooth glass which separated him from the only means of exit, the lift.

The quiet surrounding him was deafening, the only sound the low buzzing of the electric lighting. Closing his eyes, he rested his forehead against the cool glass, and his lip trembled. He was alone, he could handle that because he had felt alone most of his life, but not knowing if his brother was alive or dead paralyzed him. The last thing he remembered was the look of determination on Sherlocks face as he counted down. His eyes snapped open, and he frantically began to examine his clothing for any evidence of blood. Surely, if Sherlock had gone through with his threat, then their proximity at the time would have left some mark. Finding no such clues, he let out a shaky breath of relief before his legs buckled, and he found himself leaning against the glass wall, his breath clouding its surface.

There was no doubt that his sister was deadly, and in command of the entire facility. Mycroft sat on the bed and rested his head in his hands. She had placed him here for a reason, and he could only assume that reason was to wait until she had decided how best to dispose of him. Or perhaps she had left him here to rot. There was no way to communicate with the outside world and he did not have his sister’s skill when it came to brainwashing those around him. His mind was clouded, too many emotions coursing through him unchecked. He had to find a way to turn the fear, the anxiety, the guilt, the shame, into something of use, otherwise it would merely hinder any attempt at escape.

Mycroft had no idea how long he had sat there, desperately searching his mind palace for anything that would aid his bid for freedom, but his head snapped up at the quiet swish of the lift doors opening. Practically jumping to his feet, his eyes widened as he feared he was about to face his execution squad. Armed police officers slipped out of the confined space, doing a sweep of the area, and securing it before a plain clothes officer stepped out and looked at him curiously.

“Mycroft Holmes?” Mycroft nodded curtly, his brow furrowed as he tried to ascertain what was going on. “Yes sir, I have him here. Of course.” The officer spoke into a mobile phone as he walked around to a security panel on the wall and keyed in a code. A grey wall panel slid to one side, freeing Mycroft from the cell, and he looked at it cautiously, not quite believing he was safe.

The plain clothed officer walked into the cell, his arm outstretched and a mobile phone in his hand. Hesitantly, Mycroft took it and put it to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Mycroft? Oh, thank Christ for that!” The familiar voice of Greg Lestrade had his shoulders relaxing just a little. This truly was a rescue. “You okay? Need medical attention or anything?”

“No. No. I am perfectly fine. She didn’t harm me.” His voice was a little shakier than he would have liked, and he could see the officer had looked at him skeptically when he claimed to be ‘fine’. “Sherlock? John?”

“They are both fine. I’m looking at them right now.” Mycroft’s head dipped and he closed his eyes, relief flooding through him, and all of a sudden, the urge to cry took such a strong hold he found it difficult to fight. “The team will take you home, we can take statements tomorrow. I think you’ve all been through enough for now.”

“Thank you, Greg. Please take care of Sherlock, he has had a very taxing day.” Handing the phone back to the officer, Mycroft gave him a tight-lipped smile before allowing them to lead him from the cell. He needed to get home and he needed a stiff drink, or six.

Lestrade hung up and wandered over to Sherlock and John, thinking that they had been through more than just a ‘very taxing day’. “I just spoke to your brother.” He announced.

“How is he?” Sherlock asked, concern in his eyes as he looked at the DI.

“He’s a bit shaken up, that’s all. She didn’t hurt him, she just locked him in her old cell.” He shrugged, glancing from Sherlock to John. They looked beyond terrible, but Greg couldn’t stand around checking on them, he had a mountain of work to do and teams to co-ordinate. “Give me a moment, boys.” He turned to head back to his team when Sherlock’s voice caused him to pause.

“Oh, um. Mycroft.” He looked a little awkward for a moment, and Greg felt for the consulting detective. “Make sure he’s looked after. He’s not as strong as he thinks he is.”

“Yeah.” Greg nodded, already formulating a plan, “I’ll take care of it.”

The sudden sound of your phone vibrating against the coffee table made you jump, and then laugh at yourself for such a reaction. Taking a quick glance at the caller id, you grinned.

“Hi, Greg. Is this you calling to get me to order a takeaway so it arrives as you do?” You chuckled, but your smile quickly fell as he began to speak.

“Hi. No. I’m gonna be quite a while actually. Erm. Look, Sherlock, John and Mycroft have- have been caught up in something and…” Your heart was pounding so loud in your chest you feared you were missing important details, so you cut him off to ask the most important question.

“Are they all okay? Greg, are they hurt?” All you could think about was what if Mycroft was dead? How could you go about your life knowing he wasn’t in it?

“They- they are surprisingly okay, considering. Anyway, I’m here with Sherlock and John, but, well, someone needs to go look after Mycroft and I figured, since you’re one of the few people that he doesn’t snipe at after five minutes, well, could you..?”

“Where is he?” You were already pulling on your shoes and throwing some things into your bag. Mycroft needed someone and you would move heaven and earth to be that person, to take care of him. Although you had no idea what had transpired, you knew it must have been incredibly harrowing for Greg to have asked this of you.

“I’ve sent a car for you. Thanks.” He said softly, grateful to have a friend like you.

“No problem. You take care of those two and I’ll handle The British Government.”

Sitting in his armchair in front of the fire, Mycroft nursed his third glass of whiskey as he stared into the crackling flames. The rest of the room was in semi-darkness, the only illumination was the soft glow of the blaze as he thought about that night all those years ago, where he watched his whole world turn to ash. His hand shook slightly as he lifted his glass to his lips. Every time he closed his eyes all he could see was the governor blowing his brains out, or Sherlock pointing the gun at him. To see such damage and destruction first-hand had shaken him to his core. Usually, he was high above it all, pulling the strings. To be confronted with the reality in such a harsh way had his walls cracking under the weight of his emotions. He had almost lost his brother. He had almost lost you. His sister had very nearly burned his life to the ground once again and he had no clue how to protect either of the people he loved from future danger.

Mycroft was aware of the police officer stationed near his front door, despite his insistence that it was uncalled for, but the world outside his study seemed so far away. Taking a sip of his drink, savoring the way it burned all the way down his throat, he heard the study door open, and he stiffened. Turning to berate whoever had dared enter his sanctuary, his expression softened immediately as he saw you standing there, watching him cautiously.

“Oh, Mycroft.” You sighed softly, your heart breaking at the sight before you. He looked so tired and worn, like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. The man before you was broken, and as he got to his feet, you took in how disheveled he truly was. His shirt sleeves rolled up, his waistcoat wrinkled, his hair looked as if he had been running his fingers through it for hours.

Mycroft looked down at the floor, he didn’t want you to see him like this, but a part of him needed you in a way he had never needed anyone before. He felt so lost, so weak and helpless. He was about to ask you to leave, the shame of you seeing him this way was almost too much, when you crossed over to him and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer to you as you held him tightly. For a moment, he was unsure what to do in this situation, but his body appeared to take matters into its own hands. His arms wrapped around your waist and he buried his head in the crook of your neck.

The two of you stood like that for what felt, simultaneously, like an eternity and also no time at all. Your hand rubbed small soothing circles over his shoulder blades, and he sank into your embrace as if you were gently holding all the broken pieces of him together. No words were exchanged, but the silence didn’t fill him with fear, it wrapped around him like a warm blanket as he simply reminded himself to breathe.

Your eyes fell on the half drank bottle of whiskey, and you wondered just how much he’d had to drink that evening. There was a hint of alcohol on his breath, but you couldn’t blame him for his choice of coping mechanism. “How about we go and make a nice pot of tea?” You hummed in his ear, not attempting to move until he gave you some sign that he agreed with the plan of action.

Your warm breath against his skin caused him to shudder slightly, and although he was reluctant to leave your embrace, he knew it was unfeasible to stand like that for too much longer. Unable to trust his own voice, he pulled back a little and gave a small nod of consent, attempting a smile which appeared more like a tight-lipped grimace.

Running your hands down his arms, you took his hand and led him to the door of the study, keeping an eye on him with each step. Greg had been right, Mycroft did need someone after whatever the hell had happened, and you only hoped you were up to the task.

As the pair of you crossed the hallway, Mycroft focused on how warm your hand felt in his, how perfectly they fit together. He had almost lost you today, and you had almost lost him, and yet here you were leading him to his kitchen and seating him beside the table. He watched your every movement, although his eyes didn’t have their usual hawkishness about them, they were softer, more thoughtful. Although the layout of his kitchen was unfamiliar to you, it appeared as if you instinctively knew where to find things, as if you had always been there with him. His heart swelled at that thought, before the guilt crashed down upon him once more. Everything today, the lost lives, the potential lost lives, they had all been his fault. He had miscalculated and the price for that weighed heavily upon him.

As the kettle boiled, you looked over at the man you loved. He seemed to be looking at you but not seeing you. He was deep in thought and his expression was one of pain. Placing an extra spoonful of sugar into his cup, you frowned, wondering how best to help someone who had always appeared so strong and capable of tackling any situation. You remembered that there had been a tin in one of the cupboards, it looked like it might contain biscuits, so you hastily retrieved it, smiling to yourself when you discovered you had been correct. Tucking the tin under your arm, you picked up the two cups and made your way over to the table.

“Here you go.” You placed his drink in front of him and wondered if you should speak or keep quiet. Deciding upon the former, you reached out once more for his hand. “Look, I don’t know what happened today, and I’m not asking you to tell me. If you want to talk, then you can talk to me and it won’t go any further. If you’d rather just sit in silence, then we can do that too. I’m right here, Mycroft. I’m not going anywhere, and you are not on your own. Okay?”

He swallowed thickly, unable to meet your eye. It was apparently clear, after today, that he was not the man you believed him to be, not the man worthy of your time and affection. If you knew just what had happened, just how it had all come about, you would be so disappointed in him. Slipping his hand out of yours, he wrapped both his hands around his cup, soaking in the warmth as he watched, unblinking, the steam rise from the liquid.

You had seen Sherlock go into a similar trance state when he was contemplating something, although his expression was usually more serene. His silence worried you, and your thoughts slowly drifted back to your earlier phone conversation with Sherlock. Your eyes widened as the possibility that Mycroft had been present appeared in your mind. Perhaps that was why he was so quiet, perhaps you made him feel uncomfortable.

It felt as if the air around the pair of you was sucking in all sound, creating a noiseless vacuum where all you could hear were your own damning thoughts. Mycroft sipped his tea and allowed the warmth of the liquid to fill him, to sober him up a little. The drink reminded him of you standing in Greg’s kitchen on that ridiculous screen, of watching you make tea as if you didn’t have a care in the world. It occurred to him that Sherlock had known about your feelings, had anticipated how difficult it would be for you to vocalize them. What signs had his brother seen that he had missed?

He looked up at you now over his cup, his eyes studying your features. He saw so many things. You hadn’t eaten since lunchtime, had been running off six hours of sleep. You had not anticipated leaving the flat and as such were wearing comfortable clothing that you would never usually go out in public wearing. You were worried, probably about him, and he could tell that you really wanted to take a biscuit but were holding back as if it would be considered rude to do so. The corner of his lips twitched upward at that deduction, and he reached out and took a biscuit himself before sliding the tin in your direction. “Thank you.” He said softly, startling you a little.

“For what?” The look of incomprehension on your face was so endearing, and he ached to take your hand once again.

“For being here. I- I greatly appreciate your company.”

“Have you eaten? Would you like me to cook something? Order a takeout?” You asked, desperate to find anything that would make him feel in the slightest bit better.

“No, my dear. If you would like to eat then please, go ahead. I do not have the stomach for it this evening.” Mycroft gave you a wan smile and placed his biscuit down on the table.

“What would you like to do? We could watch a film. Read. I could entertain you with my latest impression of your brother.” This earned you a soft chuckle and Mycroft shook his head.

“Would you mind if we just sat by the fire? Perhaps- perhaps you could read to me?” He sounded so uncertain, and this only made him grow more frustrated with himself. What he really wanted was to be close to you, and to feel that you were really there, that you were safe, and you were with him.

“Of course. I will happily read anything you want, as long as it isn’t Thomas Hardy. I’m sorry but I really do hate his work.” You frowned at the thought of reading such boring books and Mycroft’s heart skipped. He thought you looked so endearing, and his mind seemed to quiet as he focused on you.

“Then I shall not request anything by Hardy.” Mycroft gave you a fond smile, he liked learning little things about you, as if they were secrets that only the two of you shared.

An hour later, and he was lay on his side on the sofa, his head in your lap as he gazed at the fire. Your fingers ran through his hair and massaged his scalp as your soft voice brought to life the words of Jane Austen. When he woke this morning, he would never have believed this would be how his day ended. The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed the hour, 2am, and the anxiety he had been trying to ignore began to, once again, build in his chest. Logically, he knew he needed to sleep, but the terror of what images his subconscious might lay out for him in dreams had him fighting slumber.

Finishing a chapter, you looked down at him and stifled a yawn. “Perhaps it is time for bed, Mycroft. It will do your back and neck no good falling asleep where you are.” Feeling his body tense, you stroked his shoulder. “Let’s get you to bed and I can read for a while there if you like. I just want you to be comfortable.”

He nodded, and then steeled himself to move. He could do this; he wasn’t a child. Getting to his feet, Mycroft turned and offered his hand. The need to be in contact with you was almost overwhelming, but he feared without your touch he may become completely untethered to reality. Grateful when he felt your warm palm slip into his, he led the way through the house and up the stairs, not even considering what it truly meant to be taking you to his bedroom.

It was only as he reached for his doorhandle that the realization of just how big this step was hit him, and he looked down at his hand as it shook once more. He watched as you reached past him and opened the door, seemingly unaware of what his nerves were truly about. The velvety darkness of his bedroom filled him with apprehension, and he gripped your hand a little tighter as he stepped inside.

The bedside lamp flickered on at his touch, and he looked around, everything was exactly as he had left it that morning, which felt somewhat strange. After what he had been through, it felt as if everything should be altered in some way. A stuttering breath escaped him as he reached for his pyjama’s, which he kept beneath his pillow. He could do this. His fingers closed around the knot of his tie and he tugged, but it barely budged, in fact it just felt as if it had gotten tighter. The mental image of a noose around his neck had his heart racing and palms sweating. He was all fingers and thumbs, the more he tried to loosen the tie the more flustered he became.

Closing his eyes, his whole body stilled as he felt your hands rest on his. You moved them gently down to his sides before you nimbly undid his tie, smoothing down his shirt as you smiled softly up at him. Mycroft looked into your eyes and felt uncertain. This was not how he had imagined this moment, but this was the moment he needed you. Maintaining eye-contact, he felt you begin to unbutton his waistcoat and he suddenly felt as if he could breathe. Your fingers moved up to his shirt buttons, but as if aware of wanting to keep his modesty, your eyes stayed fixed upon his, which he was grateful for. The chill in the air danced across his skin as you turned your back, handing him his pyjama top.

Mycroft let his eyes roam over you while he pulled the top over his shoulders and began to button it up. He noticed as you carefully removed your shoes and he realised that you did intend to stay with him, at least for a while, and that made him feel a little stronger, a little braver. “Would you… would you like something to change into?” He asked softly, not wanting to assume anything but unable to deny his hope.

“Oh.” You looked at him over your shoulder and his stomach flipped. “Erm. Would you like me to stay?”

“Yes.” He said quickly, perhaps a little too quickly as he noted the telltale signs of embarrassment flash across your face for a moment.

“Then, if you have something I could borrow, that would be lovely. I can go and change in the bathroom. Will you… will you be okay?” Mycroft felt an overwhelming serge of love for you when he saw the genuine concern in your eyes.

“I think I can cope for five minutes, but if not then I will knock on the door.” He offered a genuine smile, partly because he wasn’t about to face the prospect of sleep alone, but also because you were here with him. Tonight would not be the best time for emotional confessions, but perhaps this could give both of you an insight into what was possible.

Once you had both changed and used the bathroom, you lay beneath the soft duvet in the darkness, staring at the ceiling a little awkwardly. He felt you shift beside him, and he turned his head, his eyes searching for your face in the gloom. His breath hitched as he felt your hand brush his, and he turned on his side to face you.

“Mycroft?” You whispered, as if the darkness might be trying to steal whatever secret things you were about to ask of him.

“Yes.” He whispered back, enjoying how intimate this felt, as if this moment was yours alone.

“Today…” You paused, and he frowned, wondering what you wanted to ask but felt you couldn’t. “…I just want you to know that I am here for you. No matter what. I think you are the most remarkable man I have ever met. Yes, you are unbelievably intelligent and scarily powerful but that isn’t what makes you remarkable. At least, not to me. I just- well I just wanted to make sure you knew.”

Mycroft reached out and gently brushed his fingertips across your cheek as he fought the tears that threatened to fall in the darkness. He had no words for you after such an earnest confession, instead he leaned into you and felt your arms wrap around him as he wept quietly into your chest. How could he possibly convey just how much your words meant to him after a day that had shown him just how unremarkable he truly was? As he drifted into a troubled sleep, he clung to you a little tighter, praying that when he woke, he would still be in his own bed, wrapped up in you rather than back in that cell.

[gangaanantam]

Ganga Anantam: Redefining Luxury Living in Sector 85, Gurgaon

The real estate landscape in Gurgaon has always been synonymous with growth, luxury, and innovation. Nestled in the vibrant Sector 85, Ganga Anantam emerges as a beacon of architectural excellence and unparalleled comfort. Spanning over 5.29 acres, this ready-to-move housing project offers a harmonious blend of opulent living and strategic location advantages. If you’re considering a high-end investment or looking for your dream home, Ganga Anantam deserves your attention.

Overview of Ganga Anantam

Ganga Anantam is more than just a housing society; it’s a lifestyle destination. With 524 meticulously designed apartments spread across three iconic towers, the project reflects the pinnacle of urban living. The towering structures, standing tall at 59 floors, house spacious 3 BHK and 4 BHK apartments, catering to the discerning needs of modern families.

The apartments are priced between ₹3.31 Cr and ₹6.19 Cr, offering the perfect mix of luxury and value for money. While the 3 BHK apartments span 1,658 sq.ft., the larger 4 BHK units boast an expansive 3,101 sq.ft., ensuring ample space for every resident.

Key Features That Set Ganga Anantam Apart

One of the standout features of Ganga Anantam is its impressive range of amenities. Designed to elevate the everyday living experience, the project offers:

Infinity Pool: Perfect for unwinding with panoramic views of the city skyline.

Swimming Pool and Chill-Out Lounge: Providing spaces for relaxation and social gatherings.

Exclusive Business Lounge: A dedicated space for professionals who value convenience and privacy.

In addition to these luxury amenities, the society boasts excellent infrastructure, making it a prime choice for families and working professionals alike.

Prime Location in Gurgaon

Sector 85 is rapidly becoming a hotspot for real estate development, thanks to its strategic location and superior connectivity. Ganga Anantam enjoys proximity to NH 48, ensuring seamless travel to Delhi and other parts of NCR. The upcoming metro line further enhances its accessibility, making it a sought-after address.

The project is also close to essential amenities like S.R.S. Hospital and Critical Care Unit, ensuring top-notch healthcare facilities are just a stone’s throw away. Additionally, the Garhi Harsaru Junction Railway Station is the nearest transit point, adding to the convenience of residents.

X-Factors That Make Ganga Anantam Irresistible

Several unique aspects make Ganga Anantam an irresistible choice for homebuyers and investors:

Traffic-Free Environment: Unlike other parts of Gurgaon, Sector 85 is relatively free from traffic snarls, ensuring stress-free commutes.

Educational Institutions Nearby: Families with children will appreciate the presence of reputed schools in the vicinity.

Low Pollution Levels: The area boasts a cleaner, greener environment, making it a healthier choice.

Ease of Accessibility: Cabs, autos, and public transport are readily available, ensuring hassle-free travel.

Walkable Markets: Daily essentials are easily accessible, with markets just a short stroll away.

Why Invest in Ganga Anantam?

Investing in Ganga Anantam is not just about owning a luxurious apartment; it’s about securing a future in a high-growth locality. Property prices in Sector 85 have shown steady appreciation, increasing by 0.5% in the last quarter.

The builder, Ganga Realty, is renowned for its commitment to quality and timely delivery. Their focus on mid-to-high-end residential developments ensures that every project is a masterpiece. With over 70% of their portfolio dedicated to residential projects, Ganga Realty is a name you can trust.

Projected Price Appreciation

For investors, Ganga Anantam offers promising returns. Based on market trends, the expected price appreciation for luxury residential properties like this is:

5-8% over 1 year

15-18% over 3 years

25-30% over 5 years

This makes it an ideal choice for those looking to invest in a high-growth asset.

A Visionary Builder with a Proven Track Record

Ganga Realty’s focus extends beyond creating homes; they aim to craft vibrant communities. While their primary focus remains residential developments, they are gradually expanding into commercial projects, adding diversity to their portfolio. Their ability to deliver projects that balance luxury, affordability, and sustainability has earned them a stellar reputation in the real estate industry.

A Lifestyle Worth Experiencing

Living at Ganga Anantam is more than just owning a home—it’s about embracing a lifestyle where every day feels like a vacation. Whether it’s enjoying a quiet evening by the infinity pool, hosting business meetings in the exclusive lounge, or simply reveling in the tranquility of your spacious apartment, every aspect of life here is designed to delight.

Final Thoughts

In a city as dynamic as Gurgaon, finding the perfect balance between luxury, connectivity, and value is no small feat. Ganga Anantam achieves this balance effortlessly, making it a standout project in Sector 85.

Whether you’re looking for a family home or a lucrative investment opportunity, Ganga Anantam ticks all the right boxes. With its ready-to-move status, world-class amenities, and strategic location, this project promises not just a home but an upgraded way of life.

Discover the future of urban living—explore Ganga Anantam today!

[bookishofalder]

The Bet

Hotch x Fem!Reader

Request: @honeyshelley - ‘Hiii, I just discovered you and I hope to read soon your work ! And i hope you are safe and healthly ❤ i wondered if you could write something for Hotchner, the reader can be a police officer who call the bau for help to catch a serial killer or something, a bit of angst maybe and write only of you are inspired ! Don't force yourself, 🤗’

Warnings: Panic attack description, mild CM content. 

A/N: Man, I love Hotch. They did him DIRTY on CM because he stood up for his cast mates and I’ll never forgive CBS for it. 

Hotch was annoyed.

Though a regularly occurring emotion for him, it was rarely so focused upon himself. Today he stood in the conference room of the D.C. FBI Field Office, where they were assisting on a local case. And he was irritated with only himself.

Because of you.

He didn’t blame you in the least, of course. He wasn’t irrational, wasn’t one to deflect or project his emotions onto others-least of all someone entirely innocent and unaware. It was just exhausting, though, working this case. You were a new addition to the field office, having just transferred from Seattle in hopes of further advancing your already impressive career within the FBI. Hotch had heard of you before, details of your more prolific cases and intense work ethic were often relayed by Spencer Reid, who was one to stay up on fellow agents that might one day suit the BAU team.

And while Hotch had been impressed, mildly interested, happy to get a chance to work with you, he had not expected the woman who walked through the front lobby and extended her hand to him three days prior. No, you had caught him entirely off guard, and he was still reeling. He hadn’t felt this way about a woman in...probably ever if he was honest with himself. Hailey and he were high school sweethearts-that kind of love was different, steady and safe and expected. Beth had caught his attention, her kindness and overall different lifestyle an alluring escape from the realities of his day to day. But things never really took off with her, despite their mutual respect.

But you, well you had him captivated the moment he met your friendly gaze, your eyes wide in clear excitement for getting a chance to work with the BAU. Your hand grasped his and he’d felt like time had slowed, just enough that he could take in every single detail as he introduced himself. The way your hair fell, the curve of your hips, the small pout of your lips. Your posture, head held high to convey the message that you were a leader, not one to be overlooked. It all struck him at the moment, and when you repeated his name in your breathy voice, he knew he was done for.

Three days later the case was going well, though there was an uphill battle, progress was progress. Hotch was happy with how his team was performing. They’d worked plenty of cases with the staff of the D.C. field office. With different sections, and even interacted with many of the agents in social settings and workplace functions, given the proximity to Quantico. But Hotch felt he wasn’t working at his best, behaving entirely unlike himself as he was completely distracted by you every time you stepped into the room.

It had been three days of variable torture, his mind continually informing him of the why not’s-the age gap, that you probably already had a partner, that Hotch was damaged and cursed and certainly didn’t deserve a woman like you. And then you’d bring him a coffee, or stand closely next to him as you both surveyed a map provided by Reid, or tuck your hair behind your ear with a little smile when the conversation turned away from work, and Hotch would feel hot and bothered and not at all like himself.

“Agent Hotchner?” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts, his gaze lifting from the tablet he’d been pretending to read, and meeting yours. You smiled down at Hotch, leaning against the table where he sat. The scent of fresh linens and honeysuckle wafted toward him, delighting his senses further.

Hotch returned your smile automatically, something he was aware was rare for him. He hadn’t needed Derek mentioning it last night as they made their way out the doors, calling attention to his sudden eagerness to smile around the beautiful, strong new agent. But Derek had always enjoyed teasing him when he could get away with it.

“I’m sorry, Agent (Y/L/N), did you say something?” Could you hear his heart right now, as it beat against his chest? The thrum, thrum, thrum signalling just how you affected every cell within his body-could you sense it?

You smirked, extending a coffee you’d been clutching toward him with a small shrug, “I think you need this more than I do, sir.” You giggled, and Hotch’s cheeks flushed in response. His fingers brushed yours when he gratefully took the proffered beverage and he felt a shiver of electricity across his skin.

Hotch nodded in thanks, “Cases like this always seem to require extra coffee.” He admitted, taking a sip and noting how you enjoyed your coffee much sweeter than he did, but at that moment he didn’t mind. It was quality coffee, hot and given by you.

Sighing, you crossed your arms and Hotch kept his gaze level with yours despite the captivating way your breasts pushed out. Inwardly, he chastised himself for his train of thought. You were his colleague. His colleague. His very beautiful, disarmingly charming colleague.

“I agree, though they come along often enough that it’s starting to become a poor excuse for overindulging.”

Hotch glanced down at his mug as he laughed, then back up. When he met your eyes, he noticed they widened slightly, a faint flush dusting your cheeks. This captured his attention fully, but before he could begin to consider how to move forward, how to find out what your blushing meant, Derek and Emily walked into the conference room, heads low.

Another victim had been found.

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“I really hate alleyways. I think society needs to eliminate them entirely,” You said, your hand clapped over your nose and mouth to ease the intensity of the scent of rotting flesh from the victim that you, Hotch and Reid were staring down upon. “After this case, I’m petitioning for it here-at least within my jurisdiction.”

Hotch laughed aloud. Reid glanced up from the victim, brows furrowed and opened his mouth to no doubt educate you on everything and anything he knew about alleyways. Which you assumed was a lot, because you’d known the genius a few days now and already understood there was little he didn’t know. But you shook your head, resting a hand on his arm as you laughed.

“She’s joking,” Hotch supplied, giving you a warm smile as Reid nodded in understanding. Your knees trembled every time this man looked at you, and you were surprised you didn’t just collapse the moment he flashed you that gorgeous grin. Fuck, you had it bad.

You’d always had a thing for older men, though you hadn’t dated any. You had had a few previous relationships with men your age, either fellow students in college or agents at the academy, but they were all short-lived. You counted some of those men amongst your closest friends. But you focused instead on your career and hoped one day a suitable partner would appear.

You hadn’t expected Agent Aaron Hotchner to tick every single box on your list the moment he introduced himself and those dark, warm eyes searched your face, as though he was seeing something unexpected. You’d spent the last few days finding any excuse to work with or near him, even going so far as to join him and Reid at this most recent crime scene despite how much you really, truly hated alleys.

Nothing good ever happened in an alley, as far as you were concerned, and though you tried to hide your discomfort behind humour, you were eager to assess the scene and get the hell out of the narrow, stifling gap carved between two old buildings.

It was a short while later, when the crime scene photographer was following your instructions, you and the two men on either side of you discussing the case from the vantage of the latest victim, that the discomfort began to fester. It evolved, so slowly you hadn’t realized until suddenly your spine felt tight and your level-headedness seemed to disintegrate. You swallowed, setting your jaw and working to disassociate yourself from your surroundings, hopeful the renowned BAU agents were too focused on their work to recognize your sudden internal struggle for composure.

Though, it seemed that Agent Hotchner had been paying attention, and you couldn’t fathom why. At first, you saw his eyes sweep over you from the corner of his own, taking in your stiff posture, the way your hands clenched at your sides. You thought he would leave it alone, be embarrassed for you when suddenly his large hand was slowly pressing into your lower back. Your shirt pressed to your skin and it was then that you realized the layer of sweat that had broken out over your body as your panic attack raged within.

You closed your eyes briefly, focusing on that hand, but it wasn’t enough. The alley was too narrow, too damp and hot, the odour in the air foul and suffocating. “Come with me.” He suddenly murmured in your ear, and you didn’t hesitate to comply, moving with Hotch as his hand remained on your back, guiding you to the mouth of the alley. Once you were on the street, he moved toward the SUV that you’d all driven over in.

Using the keys, he opened the trunk and gestured for you to take a seat. Again, you followed his instructions, lifting yourself, legs dangling slightly. You still couldn’t breathe, even though the air out here in the open was moving, fresh, a soft breeze dancing across your skin.

You felt like the air wasn’t meant for you anymore, your lungs incapable of pulling it in.

Hotch leaned in front of you, his warm eyes full of concern, “Can I touch you?” He asked you, voice low. You nodded, and his hands found your shoulders, grasping gently. After a moment, during which he gauged your reaction to his touch, his grip tightened and his hands slide up and down your upper arms, grounding you somewhat. “Close your eyes, breath with me, sweet girl.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, but you followed his suggestion and began to take deep breaths as your eyes closed. Your hands lay flat on your thighs, applying your own slight pressure. He took exaggerated breaths to ensure you could hear him and match your own.

You weren’t sure how long you and Hotch stayed like this, but his movements never ceased, and you could feel his eyes watching you. When your breathing evened out, you focused instead on the cool air, the strength behind his hands on you. Slowly, you opened your eyes and met his. “I’m sorry, I-“

Hotch shook his head, “You have nothing to apologize for. We’ve all been there.”

You smiled shyly at his words, nodding. “Well, thank you. This...it really helped.” You watched as he returned your smile, his right hand releasing your arm to brush falling strands of your hair over your shoulder. The gesture alone was enough to make you shiver again, your mind and body reconnecting as your panic attack diminished.

He seemed to notice your reaction this time, and pulled his hands back, appearing surprised. He didn’t move away, though, for which you were grateful. You weren’t ready for the moment to end.

“I hope I didn’t overstep, Agent.” He muttered, his serious frown returning. You shook your head quickly, eager for him to understand just how much you appreciated what he’d just done for you.

“You can call me (Y/N),” You replied quietly, considering your next words carefully. “Although...I didn’t mind sweet girl if I’m being honest.”

You had held his gaze as you spoke, which allowed you to bear witness to the emotions that played across the usually stoic man's face. Shock morphed into a small smile that met his butterscotch eyes, a blush creeping across his skin and his right hand moved to rub the back of his neck nervously. After a few moments, which you could see he was using to come up with a reply, he sat down next to you, your sides touching. He sighed with a smile.

“Could I take you to dinner once this case wraps up, (Y/N)?”

A grin spread across your face at his words, and, feeling bold, you took his hand into yours as you looked up at the handsome man. “I’d love that, Aaron.” You squeezed.

His eyes lit up at your reply and he returned your pressure as he smiled down at you. You stayed like that for a long while, grinning at one another like lovesick kids, so enamoured that you both missed Reid pulling out his phone to snap a picture.

He sent the photo to the team, conceding defeat to Derek and Emily, who had both bet it would take only three days for Hotch to ask you out. Spencer had bet on four days, JJ on a week, and Garcia on a week after the case would wrap up.

Now he was out forty bucks, but it was worth it to see the smiles lighting you both up as you gazed at one another. The rest of the world was background noise.  

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[kiingocreative]

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I recently discovered the work of couples therapist Esther Perel, and I’ve been fascinated by her work on erotic intelligence. In her book Mating in Captivity, she proposes that what kills desire and eroticism within a couple is proximity and familiarity. From there, she argues, it goes that instilling a dimension of distance and mystery in a relationship is the best way to reignite the flame of desire. By doing so, we learn to look at our partner in a different light, we discover new sides of them and all that unknown sparks attraction again.

This got me thinking…

I’ve been working on my second novel, The Dhawan Brothers, for a little over a year now, and it feels to me that my relationship to my manuscript has evolved over that time. From intrigue and mystique working on the initial drafts, to excitement and enthusiasm polishing and editing later versions to, slowly but surely, a sort of ‘been there, done that’ attitude that makes me prone to procrastination. I’m at a stage now where little in the story will change, or at least not dramatically. I know the characters and the plot, and I love them dearly,but they just don’t make me feel those same stomach flutters I had in the beginning.

And so I wonder…

Could our relationship with our writing be affected by proximity and familiarity the way desire is in our human relationships? Is it that, the moment we get too close, when we know everything there is to know about the other entity, it loses some of its appeal?

If that’s the case, is the key to making sure we remain excited about our writing diligentlycreating distance from it every once and a while?

To Take a Break or Not to Take a Break?

In a highly unofficial poll I ran in my Instagram storiesrecently, I asked the writing community about their experience. 94% of respondents said that, in general, they find it useful to take a break from their WIP. Whether it’s because ‘sometimes you just have to recharge’, because it’s ‘like refreshing your mind to be able to focus better’ when you get back to it, or because it ‘helps your brain work out problems behind the scenes’, writers seem to think a little distance goes a long way.

I was intrigued by the manyresponses that indicated taking some time off their WIP gives writers a chance to get back to it ‘with fresh eyes’. By stepping away from our work, we gain the perspective needed to look at it again from a different angle or through a different lens. That time and space away from our manuscript spark new ways of looking at our stories that we might have been too close to see before. We meet it again under different circumstances and in a different mindset, and it helps us rediscover it entirely. This, in turns peaksour interest and eagerness again.

Too Close for Comfort

But then… Isn’t that exactly what Perel’s theory is? That proximity and familiarity lessen desire in a relationship, whilst distance, mystery and fresh perspectives reignite it? When it comes to a writer’s relationship with their work, it feels to me like an interesting similarity.

In that same unofficial Instagram poll, when asked if there tends to be a stage at which they lose interest in their WIP or find themselves procrastinating, 75% of respondents said that’s indeed the case. The additional answers people gave as to when that happens were incredibly varied, for instance:

‘It depends if the passion for the project stays strong’

‘During the first draft’

‘In the middle’

‘In the editing process probably around the fifth or sixth draft’

‘This happens a lot because of self doubt. I struggle with it in all my life’

‘When things are not going the way I want them to’

‘There’s no particular stage, it just ebbs and flows. But I always come back to it’

‘It depends on the book’

There were as many distinctive responses as there were respondents. When I think of my own experience, I find my interest in my own work flaking right about the time the manuscript is polished. That moment where what’s mostly left to fix are stray typos and minor details, but the core of the story is there to stay. That’s the stage where there’s nothing in the writing process that’ll take me by surprise.

When I think of it, that’s exactly how I view and react to everything,in my relationships and in life in general. I like variety, and excitement, and adventure. The moment I get too familiar with anything, my attention starts to stray, until and unless I can find a way to make that situation or relationship appealing again.

Writing as a Relationship… With Ourselves?

I tend to believe that what we write says a lot about who we are as writers. I’m now also tempted to think that how we write says almost as much about us.

What if our relationship to our writing revealed what turns us on as people? And what tells us more about a person than their inner desires?

Yes, there seems to be a trend amongst the people I’ve heard from, in that most writers find distance from their work to be beneficial, and a large portion see their levels of interest in their WIP dwindle at some point or other. When and how and why, however, varies.

If there are as many ways for it to manifest as there are writers out there, I wonder if this becomes less about a relationship with our craft as it is about ourrelationship with our inner selves. A situation where observing how we treat our writing is like holding a mirror back at ourselves, reflecting our approach to any other of our relationships — and life — in general?

Know Thyself

In her book, Perel explains that exploring and understanding your own underlying desires sheds a great deal of light on how you’ll show up in your relationships, what will make you do the things you do, and what might cause you to stray. That sometimes your actions say less about the other person, or the situation, than they do about which of your buttons are getting pushed.

I think looking at how we deal with our writing follows the same logic.

So, if you’re like me, someone who craves new experiences and mystery and excitement, you may find yourself bored when things stabilise and all that’s left is maintenance and housekeeping. On the other hand, if you’re someone who thrives on stability and certainty, you may find the first draft excruciating, but the later stages more enjoyable.

And Then What?

What does that even matter, you might say? Just like any relationship, writing’s a journey and there are bound to be ups and downs we all need to navigate. Right?

Right. But I’d argue knowledge is power. Knowing how desire works, in any form of relationship — with others, with writing, with yourself — helps you understand that, not only there will be ups and downs, but also what specifically triggers your own ups and your own downs, and why. And that, in turn, can greatly help you smooth out those otherwise dizzying curves. If you know your buttons, you don’t have to let them control you. You can take charge.

The writing journey can be fraught with surprises and pitfalls, and every little helps. Understanding how your approach to your writing reflects your own inner tendencies can help you predict when an up or a down isabout to start. With some introspection, you can better prepare for these, capitalise on the highs and give yourself some kindness on — or even minimise — the lows.

If it can help make the journey that little bit easier, isn’t it worth a try?