#duplex-ache

[duplex-ache]

(Duplex-Ache)

[evilgwrl]

Neighbour!Simon Riley x Reader

Girl Next Door (One)

CW: Mutual masturbation ;)

Inspired by Neighbour!Simon

Chapter Two

Your legs perched up across the woven strings of the porch chair, knees littered with blue and black kisses, knotted joints tucked into your chest as you watched the peak of gold settle into a deep blue. Bony fingers laced the pages between parched hands, eyes darting maliciously between words as you hummed to yourself softly.

You were used to being out here alone, an orchestra of bats occasionally sounding out to you as they scurried away into pine trees, nipping between each other.  Your flat, a smaller duplex, was tucked away into a quiet cul-de-sac, away from the hustle and bustle of London life. It was an organised routine, your body succumbing to the night air as you bathed in the comforting atmosphere of the twilight. There was an occasional hum from up the road, the chug of a car passing through, but your interest peaked when the gravel road lit up, headlights streaming towards you as you shielded your eyes.

The sound of the engine frightened you a bit before you adjusted your vision. A large shadow stepped into view, the staggering height of a man peaking your attention before you took in the balaclava flushed against his face, russet eyes covered by a delicate frame of blonde lashes, stained with black face paint staring at you before dropping his head in a curt nod.

You recognised him as your neighbour. Quiet bloke, away often on deployment you presumed, but nether-the-less was a comfort for you. Even at home, it was like he was never there, the occasional echo of hollow boots sounding against the floorboards before they disappeared. He was ghostly, slightly peculiar but you noted him down mainly as mysterious.

You had spoken a few times, sounding good morning as he was outside having a smoke when you were leaving for work. His response was gruff and shallow, a deep voice barking out a short reply before smashing the dart under the rubble of his shoe, calloused hands gripping the door handle.

He walked past you, duffle bag dropped against the porch as he huffed with his keys, bruised knuckles peaking your attention as you glanced at him, framed eyes peering in curiosity.

“Y’ alright?” His tone was curt, a hint of annoyance ringing through as his eyes stained trained on the metal knob, working the key through the hole.

You squeaked out a noise, taken back by him as you adjusted in the chair, feet flat against the floor now. “Yeah, sorry, I’m just not used to you being here, it’s uh, nice for you to be back, less lonely,” you rambled, shuffling your hands awkwardly before you shut yourself up.

He let out a grunt, the noise almost animalistic sounding as he shut the door, his vague appearance shuffling into the quiet of his own home as you sat outside, whispering an expletive under your breath as you prodded at the ecchymosis on your nobbled knees.

Rough hands rubbed at the face paint, gentle soap working into the scorn skin, thickened skin almost melting under the velocity of the scolding water. Simon’s throat was scratchy, the irritating feeling of sandpaper lining his oesophagus as he choked out a cough. Broken blood vessels littered across the scarring of his back and ribs, a splurge of hematoma drawn across the broken skin.

Ivory skin was now painted with falling droplets of water, a scratchy moose-coloured towel adorned his hips as he shook his hair, moist residue landing on the mirror as he rubbed his hands across his face, a soft moan leaving his lips as he prodded the tender knot in his back.  

His home felt foreign, no matter how long he had lived there for.

His bedroom had dusk lighting, a double bed pushed against the flaky walls, the metal rods holding the frame scraping at the paint. A singular pillow to each side perked up against his touch as he layered them, unused linen welcoming him with a slight dusty smell, aching body collapsing into the plushness of the duvet.

He was aware that your bedroom was adjacent to his, your beds pushed directly together on opposite ends. He could hear the subtle creaks of your feet against the floor as you shuffled around, a chair squeaking across the floor as it collided with something before the noise of you walking sounded again. Simon could hear the springs in your bed, an acknowledgement that you were now lying down.

There was a low hum of a fan whirring, the white noise drifting into his room as he stared up at his own, the stagnant noise felt unorthodox, the familiarity of the barracks being the usual for the Lieutenant. Simon’s hands felt weighed down as he moved them from his chest to rest at his side, his breathing shallow as his ears perked at every movement you made.

You were restless, sweaty body tangled between cotton as you adjusted yourself, flinging your blankets off you as you let out gentle pants. You cursed at the lack of air conditioning available in British homes, peeling off your silken pyjama shorts as you flung them somewhere across your bedroom. Your body was hot and achy, the heat settling in even during the night as you turned to the side, beady eyes watching as the wind flickered the branches occasionally. You were tempted to sleep outside at this point, your room feeling like a sauna as you let out a frustrated quip.

There was a subtle ache between your thighs, a dull throbbing ringing through your brain as you attempted to position yourself better, clicking your calves as you rustled around. Tired arms stretched your top over your head as it too met the wraith of your floor, bare breasts perked against your sheets as you closed your eyes, cuddling up against a pillow.

Slumber never succumbed to your heated frame, the drill of your fan almost teasing you as it provided minimum cooling. You spread your legs, sweat prickling over your stretch marks as you moaned in annoyance. Your fingers trailed your slit through the thin fabric, turquoise-coloured panties fading into an aqua as you let out a shaky breath. You felt dirty, the dull throb of your cunt mocking you as needy fingers hooked into the lace, dragging them down the plushness of your thighs before settling at the end of your bed.

You fumbled around in your draw, clumsy fingers feeling around for your bullet vibrator before they rubbed against the silicone. You were sure to be quiet, your hands covering the majority of the vibrations as you nestled it between your folds, collecting the sweetness of your slick before resting it on your achy clit, an instant moan rising at your throat as you tweaked at your nipples.

The hum against your sex wasn’t enough as you sat up, resting the vibrator on your swollen nub as you straddled a pillow, sloppy pussy grinding against it rapidly as you rutted like a dog in heat, chasing your high.

You were a sight for sore eyes, breasts bouncing at your movements as you humped against the cushion, the cheap sex toy sounding against the bundle of nerves as you let out soft whimpers, mouth opened in an ‘o’ shape as you tugged at your hardened nubs that were practically aching against your chest.

It was like you were going through puberty again, squishy sounds squelching from your cunt at the licentious actions, hips getting sloppy as you felt your coil forming, antagonising moans dripping from your lips as you stilled, the silicone pressed sweetly into your clit as you whined into your hand, orgasm ripping through you as you jutted away from the stimulation, collapsing into a heap.

Simon frowned at how quickly your noises were over as a spit-covered cock throbbed in agony, veiny hands jutting around the angry member as he milked himself to the memory of your orgasm, hot splashes of cum spurting against his belly, a thick trail of hair leading down to his softening cock as he cleaned himself up before nestling into the comfort of his sheets and the barely audible hum of your breathing.

[bunnywritesjunk]

My King

Series summary: Your parents signed you up for an Alpha Omega Match company when you were eighteen. It took years for them to find your match, but you meet the giant austrian man. Will he be a good partner?

Chapter summary: You get a call from your mother regarding your match. You are nervous to meet them, but they turn out to be a pleasant surprise.

Pairing: König x Fem Reader

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (Never use this abbreviation without the slashes it is an indigenous slur) 18+ MDNI (no others for this chapter)

Word count: 4.1k (damn thats a lot for me)

Genre: Mostly Fluff a little angst here and there.

A/n: Yo Yo Yo whatup. New fic dropping. This one is black/poc coded but anyone can read. I haven't seen any poc coded cod fics just yet (if you know any send them my way). If you do not like Omegaverse fics please do not read. Also I tried making a cute little mood board, i think it sucks but I tried my best. Konig art credit. (I couldn't find the art credit for the girl). König and reader are neurospicy. I got inspired to do an Apex Alpha König from @ghostlythunderbird go give them some love please. Also this is kinda what I imagine him looking like.

Next Chapter

Chapter One:

His back ached as he climbed the few steps to his door. The passage back to his home was uncomfortable. All König wanted to do with collapse on his bed. The duplex he resided in was decent, the little old woman who rented it to him was very sweet. König had a hard time getting anyone to rent to him. His status as an Apex alpha was concerning for most people. They believed him to be violent and inconsiderate. His landlord is an omega that lives with her alpha mate. König managed to convince her. She thought he was sweet and kind. He opened the foyer door that lead to both apartments. He glanced at the mailbox, wondering if he should wait until morning. Begrudgingly, he took out the small mailbox key and fiddled the metal box open. He grabbed the plethora of mail and closed the box gently. The box was filled up quite a bit as he had not been home in a couple of weeks. 

Heading up the stairs he filed through the mail. Most were junk coupons and magazines, some were credit card sign-up letters. One envelope caught his eye. It had no company name just a large white manila envelope addressed to him. He opened his door and stepped inside placing the mail and his belongings on his couch. He ripped open the envelope and took out a thin book. It had the circular logo of the AOMO, the Alpha Omega Match organization. 

König started at the cover his heartbeat sped up the longer he thought about it. He signed up for the program after a particularly hard mission he had in KorTac. He left and joined the 141 and decided he wanted an omega. A lot of the men in the 141 had partners they could come home to. König wanted that. Most people were too afraid to be in a committed relationship with him. König often settled for one-night stands with betas but it left him feeling empty. He opened the packet to the first page.

'Congratulations!' The first word read. His heart beat harder the more he read. 

'We have found you a match!' König's heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest. 

'In the plastic wrap, we've provided a fresh scent sample from your potential match. If you like the scent of your match, please send us a scent sample from you as soon as possible.' 

König gripped the packet and leaned over the table, putting his weight on the table. He took a deep breath, he felt a mix of fear and excitement. When he signed up he was not hopeful for a match. He assumed his situation was too complicated for them. He flipped through the packet before reading the rest searching for the scent sample. A plastic bag fell out onto the table. It was sealed and had a verification sticker assuring its authenticity. König picked up the bag carefully. It had a square of white fabric inside it. He took his hood off before opening the bag gingerly. The scent instantly made his knees weak. This Omega had a warm and spicy scent. Coconut and sugary vanilla with hints of sandalwood. König stuffed his nose into the bag inhaling the deep rich smell of this Omega. 

König sealed the scent sample wanting to savor it. He opened the packet back up to the first page. It said once he mailed his scent sample and was approved by his match, they would arrange a meeting with him and his match. There was more information about this Omega and their family along with the reasoning for them picking them. They informed him that this omega was a twenty-six-year-old female. Her father is also an Apex Alpha, he is retired American military. They did not provide a picture of any matches because they wanted the connection to be based on instinct rather than looks. Her mother is an Omega that works as a teacher. There is not much else about the Omega but, König is hopeful. He reads the instructions to send his scent sample. They provided a kit with a form envelope, a small square of fabric, and a plastic bag, almost identical to the one he received from his match. 

'Wash your hands, and rinse any dirt off of your scent glands.'

'Then remove the fabric from the plastic.'

'Rub the fabric on your clean scent glands for 20-25 minutes.'

'Seal the fabric thoroughly in the bag provided .'

He shed his vest and protective gear, the last thing he wanted was for her to smell dust and gunpowder on him. König tried to quell his excitement as he followed the directions. Rushing to his bathroom and then back to his dining room. The fabric square was slightly smaller than his palm. He cupped the crook of his neck, sandwiching the fabric between his hand and his neck. He rubbed gently filling it with his scent. He read the rest of the packet as he rubbed. The rest was mostly semantics about the company and its policies. He combed it a few more times trying to memorize every piece of information about his Omega. 

König smiled gently, he shouldn't think of her as his yet. She smelled so good, too good for him. He smelled the cloth every once in a while to ensure his scent was potent enough. When he was done he placed it in the bag and sealed it. He filled out the form and packed the pre-paid envelope neatly. He grabbed his keys and left his apartment to go to the mail drop-off on the corner of the block. He needed to send it today, he wouldn't be able to sleep if he didn't. He walked back to his apartment having long forgotten about his back pain. 

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You looked at the list on your phone pushing your shopping cart. Buying the week's groceries had fallen to you this time as your mother was dealing with state testing for her students and your dad was on a hunting trip. You maneuvered the isles expertly collecting the items on your list. As well as some extra sweet snacks you like to indulge in much to our mother's chagrin. You were about to put a pack of Oreos in the cart when your mom called.

“Hello?” You answered but all you can hear was excited screeching. You held the phone away from your ear until she quieted down. 

“He accepted you!!!” She screamed. 

“What? Mom, you're too loud.” 

“The match company! The match they picked liked your scent.” She giggled. 

You were slightly stunned. Your parents signed you up for the AOMO when you were eighteen. You weren't that on board with it but you let them. You know they only want the best for you. You kept sending scent samples every year but they never got back to you about anything. Now, six years later they show up with a match for you. 

“I just got the call, they're sending a scent sample for you right now it's gonna get here in a few days.” 

“Wow...” That was all you managed to say. 

“Now I know this wasn't your ideal way to meet someone, but just please be open-minded sweetheart.” 

You sighed. “I will. I'm finishing up at the grocery and I'll head home.”

“Alright, I'm gonna be home soon too, bye sweetie.” 

You hung up the phone and stood in the aisle. You placed the pack of Oreos in the cart and moved to get the rest of the items before checking out. 

When you arrived home your mother was there waiting. She squealed and hugged you before helping you take the grocery bags inside. 

“I am so excited for you! I have heard so many good things about the AOMO. I bet whoever they picked is gonna be great.”

“Let's hope.” You say. 

The next few days went by quickly. You dove into writing your next few chapters to take your mind off of the match. The sequel to your best-selling fantasy novel was underway. Your days consisted of writing, planning, engaging with fans, and talking to your editor. You typed out the outline for the next few chapters when you heard a knock. 

“Come in.” You said. 

Your mother walked in holding a large envelope. “Guess what came today?” She said excitedly. 

 Your heart thumped with anxiety. She placed the envelope on your desk.

“I’ll leave you to it, let me know if you like them.” She sauntered out of the room happily. 

You picked up the envelope and opened it pulling out a packet of information. You flipped to the first page. 

‘Congratulations!’ It read. 

‘The match we have chosen for you wants to meet you. Once you contact us with your acceptance of their scent, we will arrange for them to meet you and your family with the chaperone of one AOMO agents to facilitate. The two of you will go on a date and get to know each other before deciding whether to move forward. If you do not accept the scent, we will put you back in our database to be matched with someone else.’ 

In the middle of the pages, there was a plastic bag with a white cloth in it. You picked it up and sighed. You doubted you would like the scent. Most alphas were off-putting to you, either way too strong of a scent of they smelled like dishwater. You opened the bag casually and took a whiff. Your inner Omega preened at the musk that erupted from the bag. 

“Oh my…” You inhaled deeply. 

This Alpha…smelled good? He smelled like chocolate and dark roast espresso. There were some hints of fresh baked bread and cinnamon. You caught yourself before you got lost in his scent. You sealed the bag up and took a breath. Maybe, this would be a good experience for you. You scanned through the rest of the information looking over what little they provide about this Alpha. He is a male Alpha, non-American but they did not specify what country. The only other thing they said about him was that his demeanor was shy and that he is military. The instructions said to call the number if you wanted to meet him. You reached for your phone a little too eagerly and dialed the number. A woman’s voice answered.

“Hi, you’ve reached the Alpha Omega Match organization how may I help you?”

“Hi, um I got an Alpha’s scent in the mail, and I want to meet him.” You said awkwardly.

“What’s your name and date of birth?” You told her, nervously. 

“Please hold while I transfer you.” 

The light piano hold music came on, you fidgeted with your sleeve. 

“This is Kara, how may I help you?”

“Oh hi, I got an Alpha’s scent in the mail and I would like to meet him.”

“Alright, let me get your file from reception she’s sending it right now…Ah got it. Oooh ok great I am your agent that will be facilitating this meeting. Your parents will want to meet him yes?”

“Definitely.”

“Ok so, what we will do is you and your parents will meet me at a public space of your choice then. I will bring you to meet the Alpha first, then your parents. We like to keep parent meetings brief as they tend to try and challenge the Alpha. I will have you know, this Alpha is an Apex like your dad. That is one of the reasons we chose you as his match, you have experience with an Apex. Will you be comfortable with all that?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Your head was reeling from all this information. Great, I see you guys are in New York City which is one of my favorite places to visit. Do you have anywhere in mind to meet?” 

“Um, we could do the Highline, there’s food, and it's pretty.” 

“Oh, that’s a great idea let me write it down here. How does September ninth at noon sound to you? A weekday so there are not too many people.” 

Your heart jumped, that’s in two days.

“Uh, sure.” 

“Alright, I will send you a follow-up email regarding our plans all you need to do is confirm. Your match will be notified, and his flight will be booked as soon as we receive confirmation. Do you have any other questions?” 

“No not at the moment.” 

“Ok, don’t hesitate to reach out if you have any concerns. I will see you in a few days.” 

“Bye.” 

You put your phone on your desk and walked out of your room. Your mother was standing a few feet away from your door. When she noticed you, her face lit up.

“So? How was the scent? Are you meeting them?” 

You smiled and nodded “Yup, in two days.” 

She squealed and captured you in a bone-crushing hug.

“I can’t wait! Let’s go tell your father!” She practically ran down the hall. 

You walked to your living room where your otherwise stoic-looking dad was watching TV. 

“Tell us about them, sweetheart.” Your mother said. Your dad turned the volume on the TV down and looked at you expectantly.

“Well, I don’t know much but, I know he’s not American and that he might be shy…He smells good.” 

“That’s important, I hope you wouldn’t pick someone who smells like shit.” Your dad chimed in. 

“He’s also military, and an Apex.” You added quickly. 

Your mother gasped quietly, and your father raised his eyebrows.

“Now that’s intriguing.” Your mom said smiling.

“You already booked a meeting with him?” Your dad asked. You nodded. 

“You should’ve asked me first.” He pinched his nose bridge in annoyance. 

“Well, he’s my match and I wanted to meet him.”

“Apex Alphas are dangerous. I would know.”

“Oh, please honey it’ll be fine.” Your mother ridiculed him.

“It’s my choice, Dad. You guys are the ones who signed up, I finally got a match, so I want to see it through. If it doesn’t work out, then I’ll call it off.”

Your father growled lowly. “Fine.”

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Your mother insisted to dress you in a cutesy outfit, so you let her have her moment. She dressed you in a dark floral dress that hugged your curves just right. She added dainty jewelry along with your protective collar. You didn’t usually wear it but again, she insisted. She did your hair half up half down. Your dad was waiting by the front door with your mom’s purse in hand. 

The train ride there was silent, your mother looked utterly content while your father was peeved about this whole situation. You arrived at the station and walked to the Highline. You got a text from Kara telling you what she looked like and where she was. She was wearing a dark blue pencil skirt and a white blouse. She stood up as you and your family approached. You stuck your hand out to shake hers.

“Nice to meet you guys, come sit.” She said motioning to the bench she was on. 

Your father stayed standing while you and your mother took a seat next to her. 

“So, there are some things I want to go over with you all and then I’ll talk to you privately and do the official meeting ok?”

“He’s here?” You said in an almost panicked tone.

Kara chuckled. “He is here but I left him to wait somewhere out of sight for now.”

She continued. “His name is König, he was born in Austria. When we did his psyche and personality evaluations, we found that he has neurodivergent tendencies, like you. Our matches with people that have a similar way of communicating have gone well.”

“Wait, neurodivergent?” Your mom chimed in. 

“Yes, your daughter did show signs of some behavioral abnormalities, but she is high functioning.”

“I told you that Mom.” You say giving her a deadpan look. Your mother looked down and gave a small ‘hmm’. Kara continued. 

“He does struggle with social anxiety so please be patient with him. Other than that, he currently lives in Amsterdam, if you choose to go forward that is where you will live.”

Your dad finally spoke “Is Amsterdam safe for people like us?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Oh yes, Amsterdam has many people from different places and backgrounds. It is one of the most popular immigration and tourist countries, don’t worry.”

“Alright, how about you come with me, and we’ll get your meeting started.”

Kara led you away, you turned and did a small wave to your parents your mom smiled back at you warmly. 

“So, I will be in contact with you the whole time. If you want to go just say the word, I am never going to be more than a couple minutes away. Honestly, I don’t think you’ll have any issues with him.” 

She led you to a restaurant below the high line, it had indoor and outdoor seating. There were a lot of people laughing and drinking. Your heartbeat sped up as you scanned the crowd. The scent of food entered your nose. Everyone’s scent in the dining area mixed into an indescribable concoction. Among the borderline overwhelming smells, you got a hint of something familiar, espresso. 

You scanned the large room trying to pinpoint where it was coming from or if you were just imagining it. I dark figure near the corner of the room caught your eye. He looked way too large for the chair he was sitting in. He was looking down at his hands, dirty blonde hair covered his forehead. He was wearing a black cloth mask along with a form-fitting black shirt. As soon as you walked in he raised his head. You looked away pretending you weren't staring at him. Kara led you straight to his table.

“This is König.” She gestured to him. 

He stood up to shake your hand still keeping himself hunched at the waist to appear smaller. You shook his hand and smiled as you introduced yourself. He nodded and said a small 'hmm' to acknowledge you. 

“Alright, I'll be near. Have fun.” Kara left swiftly.

You sat down in the chair across from him as he did the same. A wave of anxiety came as you did, not knowing how to break the ice with him. You picked up the menu and scanned it.

“Did you order yet?” You ask.

“No, I was waiting for you.”

“Well thank you, what looks good?” 

“The Steak frites look pretty good.” He glued his menu.

“I'm excited for dessert, they have chocolate cheesecake.”

He chuckled and it made your stomach flip.

“You like sweets?” He asked.

“Very much.” You smile at him. 

The waitress came over and asked if you wanted any drinks. König looked at you, waiting for you to order first. 

“I'll try the elderberry gin and tonic.” You said.

 Konig was about to order when the table next to us erupted in loud laughter. He jumped slightly before answering the waitress. 

“I'll get the house Lager.” He said. 

The waitress left to grab the drinks. The adjacent table was still very loud. The group of friends hollering and screaming obviously day drunk. Konig had his head slightly turned away from them in an attempt to lessen the noise. It was subtle but you could tell. You reached into your bag and brought out a pair of foldable headphones. You turned on the noise cancellation and gave them to him. He looked slightly confused. 

“Put them on.” You encourage him. 

When he did the noise muffled and the restaurant was much quieter. You could see the tension in his shoulders ease by the second. His scent sweetened

“Is that better? Can you hear me ok?” 

König swears he could've kissed you right then and there, but he settles on a nod. 

“Thank you, Leibe.” 

“No problem.”

The waitress came by with the drinks and asked if the two of you are ready to order entrees. You ordered the fish and König ordered the Steak. While you waited, you two had a pleasant small talk about his flight and how he is enjoying his visit. He hesitated to take off his mask at first so you focused on your menu to give him the space to be comfortable with you. You glanced up and took in his face. He was beautiful, he had scars on his face that added ruggedness to his chiseled features. König noticed your scent amplify as you gazed at him. His inner alpha pushed him to be closer, to know more about you.

“So, you're in the military?” 

He nods. “I work for a military contractor. Do you work?”

“Sort of, I'm an author so I work from home.”

“That is nice, are you published?” König was secretly very happy he'd get to have you at home all day. 

“Yes, I am. I'm working on my sequel right now. Do you like to read? Or, do you read in German?” 

He chuckled. “I have not had much time to read lately, but I will now.”

“Well, you have to buy my book of course.” You giggled. 

König nearly fell off his chair at the sound. This Omega was everything he wanted. He prayed to whatever god was up there that you felt something with him. By the time the food came you both fell into a comfortable rhythm. He asked about your childhood and hobbies. It was a change of pace, most Alphas are very self-centered, but he is putting effort into getting to know you. The food came out and you both ate. He offered bites of his food for you to try which you happily returned the favor. By the time you finished your food, you hadn't noticed how much time has gone by. Kara texted you to check-in. 

'Hey, so I saw things were going well so I let you guys talk for an hour and a half but, your parents are getting antsy. Are you guys ready to see your parents?' 

“Oh, Kara is asking if we're ready to see my parents.” 

König fiddled with his fork. “I'm ready.” 

He paid the bill and you both left the restaurant. You took in the full size of the Alpha you matched with. He was no less than a giant. He held the door for you but stopped before he walked through. 

“I forgot something, I'll be back.” He walked back into the restaurant. 

Kara walked up to you. “How did it go?” 

“I...really like him...”

“I know, that feeling is scary. I think you guys are a wonderful match.”

König came out holding a small to-go box. He handed it to you, you could tell he was smiling under his mask. 

“What's this?”

Inside the box was a slice of chocolate cheesecake and a fork.

“We forgot to order dessert.” 

You were stunned, you didn't think there could be Alphas that were so thoughtful. Your inner Omega soared, this Alpha was courting you so well. 

“Thank you, König, that's really sweet.” 

“Ah, here they are.” Kara said. 

Your parents walked up to the three of you. Your mother had a surprised but happy look on her face. Your father kept his deadpan face from earlier, not a good sign. 

“Wow, sweetheart you caught a big one!” Your mom chuckled. 

“Parents, this is König.” Kara said. 

Your mother introduced herself and your father as he stood there sizing up the taller Apex. 

“Alright, let's keep things brief parents do you have any questions for König?”

“Well, as long as she likes him I don't.” Your mother said. 

“Can you protect her?” Your dad asked putting some venom behind his words. 

“I would never let anything happen to her sir. You have my word.” König answered without hesitation. 

Your dad nodded and looked at you. “You like him?”

“...Yeah I do.” 

“Alright then, that's all that matters.” 

“Well, I think it's safe to say that the match is made. I will contact you for the next steps. Parents, let's let them say goodbye.” Kara led your parents away.

You turned to König. “Thank you for meeting with me, I had a really good time.” You saw a faint blush at the top of his mask. 

“I also had a good time, liebe.” 

“What does that mean?”

“Ah...it means love.” 

“Oh well...” You motioned for him to come bend down close to you.

When he got close enough you pecked his cheek. 

“I'll see you soon, love.” 

[visualbutterflysworld]

Silent Treatment | Vhackerr

Warning: smut. humping. praise kink. mommy kink.

Hey this a remake and twisted on @heartsforvin ‘s one shot Silent Treatment and I kinda got an idea for it so uhh enjoy ??

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Vinnie sat in awkwardly in the passenger seat of your car. They went to a party together and you had thought Vinnie was entertaining a girl who had been clearly flirting with him. The world knew he had a girl. They just didn’t know whom. So when Vinnie tried to give you a kiss and you dodged it, he knew he was in trouble.

“So, crazy weather we’re having huh?” Vinnie patted his thighs a few time. On the inside, you chuckled. It was funny because it was something you would definitely say and only goes to show that you’re rubbing off on him.

“Mhm.” Was all you said. Vinnie nodded and could only look out the window. It wasn’t long till you guys made it back to your little duplex with Vinnie sitting on your bed. You came back after using the restroom and sat down in your chair. “So. Are you gonna tell me why you’re mad at me?” Vinnie asked. You gave him a sharp look.

That’s when you started to take off your clothes and Vinnie watched with eyes that looked like a deer in headlights. You could practically see his boner growing. You made a ‘come here’ motion with your finger. Vinnie quickly throw off his shirt and pants. He made it about a foot in front of you because you actually stopped him with your foot.

You shook your head and slowly moved your hand to your clit. Vinnie pouted. His hands aching to touch you. You rubbed fast then slow, moaning out quietly. “You wanna touch me, Vin?” You asked throwing your head back. “Yes, please.” Vinnie whined. You got up and walked towards your bed, falling back onto it.

“Be a good boy and crawl to me.” You said and Vinnie quickly crawled to you, waiting for his next command. You spread your legs, showing him your already puffy clit. “I think I need help coming Vin. Why don’t you help me.” You smiled and it wasn’t long until Vinnie was devouring you. You bite your lip at the feeling. Vinnie’s mouth felt so much better than your fingers. You then felt the bed starting to move but that wasn’t your doing.

It was Vinnie. He was grinding into the mattress. Hard.

Vinnie soon pushed two fingers into you. Moaning at the feeling and the sight of him. You grabbed his hair. Pulling him up from sucking your clit. He paused his movement. “You wanna know why mommy’s mad at you?” You asked and Vinnie pouted, quickly nodding his head. “Because you let that bitch feel up on you. Feeling on my boy! My pretty boy!”

It had clicked. It was some girl at the party and quickly made her way towards him. Vinnie had seemed to forgotten that you had a bit of a jealous side. “I’m so sorry mommy. I…I didn’t think about that.” Vinnie said. “You think she’d fuck better than me? You think she’d make you hump the damn bed? Huh? Bet you’re about to cum in your boxers.” You snarled.

“No, mommy, no. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. I wouldn’t allow it. I’m only yours.” Vinnie cried out before going down again.

“That’s right baby. You’re mine. Mine only.”

——————

okay that’s it. I’m done. Happy December.

[envihellbender]

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher’s Saw trap

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Scream / Saw

Characters: Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, John Kramer

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Billy Loomis

Billy woke up with an aching head and joints somewhere that wasn’t his bed, in fact he he was sat on a chair and forced into an unyielding, painful position. The seat however was instantly recognisable. It was the cushioned kind from the duplex cinema in Woodsboro. However, he could tell from the bright lighting hitting his eyes that he wasn’t in the comforting dark. He attempted to move his legs to no avail, he never fell asleep sitting up and his joints were furious about it. He opened his eyes squinting and groaning as his pupils tried to adjust. He looked down at his torso as his vision blurred, he was wearing his blue check pyjama bottoms and a loose The Exorcist t-shirt. He’d only been wearing it because he went to get a can of Pepsi from the kitchen and it was too cold to be shirtless. That was the last thing he remembered, his bare feet against the carpeted stairs that creaked beneath him. Now his arms were strapped in with leather cuffs which rubbed against his wrists, and it was clear the same were against his ankles. His bare feet were cold against the tiles, his toes growing numb. He looked up, his eyes finally adjusting, and finally looked around.

The cinema chair had been ripped out of the duplex in which it sat and placed inside a cold, filthy room, and was surrounded by large film cameras with LED lights pointed at him. Above the two cameras that were opposite him had a television screen above it. When Billy looked up he saw that hanging from the leather cuff on his right on string was a silver tape recorder. The panic that had been building in his chest turned to excitement, his fingers scrambling with the string and his fingers shaking as he hit play. A mixture of panic and excitement filling his stomach and chest.

“Hello Billy,” the tape crackled. “I think you already know where you are. You have spent so much time researching every single news story to do with the infamous Jigsaw and the rest of it watching movie after movie after movie. You’re so desperate to be the centre of such a production that you idolise those who remind you of the serial killers on the screen. So much so you’ve begun to mimic the crimes you love on the students at your high school.

“Isn’t it time you learned life isn’t a movie? That adoration and attention from strangers means nothing? It’s time to make your wish come true. Around you all the cameras are rolling for 10 minutes, capturing every moment of your encounter with your idol Jigsaw. When the clock reaches zero your film will be complete and will be distributed on a mass scale, everyone will know your name and face. Isn’t that just what you wanted?

“Of course, what they’ll see is your final moments. They’ll see the very minute that the chair beneath you will begin to feel two thousand volts shock through your body. Just like the serial killers you idolise

“You can keep your life, and no one will ever see it. Or you can die, and have it be shown in every cinema screen in the country. Make your choice. Lights, camera, action.” The tape clicked as it finished and left a silent anticipation in its wake.

“Holy shit,” Billy whispered to himself, a wide grin spreading across his face as it sunk in. He had actually gotten the Jigsaw Killer’s attention. He pulled on his restraints and looked around searching for some kind of clue on how to proceed. When he tugged particularly hard on his wrist restraints the chair leaned forward. A grin spread across his face, a manic, anxious one, and he threw all of his body weight forward so that he could lean on his feet and start making some progress. He made it about a foot before he stopped and fell back into the chair. Is this what he really wanted to do?

If he went to the camera, turned it off, escaped a trap… Well, he was a survivor of the Jigsaw killer. He’d be on the news for a while maybe, but that was it. If he stayed put, he let the camera go on and he’d be immortalised forever. Maybe if he could take down Jigsaw, be the final girl (or guy in this case), it’d be different… But no one remembered the ones who got away with nothing to show for it. The really brutal deaths, though? The kind that get immortalised on film? That was memorable. Billy stopped shifting the chair, and looked directly into the nearest camera with a delighted smile on his face.

“Lights, camera, action,” he smirked.

Stu Macher

The first thing Stu noticed is that his cheek burned, when he opened his eyes he realised he’d fallen asleep on the cheap carpet at the cinema. When he sat up properly, hand gripping his thundering temples he realised that he wasn’t at the duplex at all. He was in what looked like a small, storage room at a warehouse that had been cleaned out. All that was there was a ragged scrap of the exact carpet from the movies, and on top of it an old VHS tape. On the cover was a photograph of Casey, the third kill of Billy and second kill of Stu. She was hanging upside down on the tree and in the same font as the Halloween movies was the words “THE GHOSTFACE MURDERS”. Stu giggled as he saw it, he picked it up, to hear a rattle inside. When he opened it there was a silver tape recorder with ‘play me’ written across it.

“If you say so, weird kidnapper guy,” Stu said to himself, he had a grin on his face but the shake in his voice and the way his right wrist spasmed showed his nerves.

“Hello Stuart,” the voice crackled. Stu gasped and giggled to himself. He paused it instantly.

“Oh, hell yeah! Jigsaw, Billy’s gonna be psyched,” Stu shouted into the room, louder than he intended. He resumed the tape.

“Yes. Hello Stuart. Not Billy Loomis. Stuart. Or Stu as your friends call you. I want to play a game. How long have you waited to hear those words? Maybe not as long as Billy Loomis has. It was never really about me though, was it, Stu? Do you think when you next see Billy he’ll be impressed? Surprised? Angry that it wasn’t him? The first person who wants to be with you, after your mother and father sent you to torturous, abusive therapy, and with only your sister for company. Just you and a girl who you spend most days fighting with. Surrounding yourself with pain and anger, living only for what you see on the big screen. Do you think this would make a good movie, Stu?

“Of course, we need to get to the twist. Inside your body is a large quantity of digitalis. You have two hours to get to the antidote, but the person who has the key is stuck on someone else. Locked on the otherwise of that door is a young man. He had one of two choices: save himself and live life as a nobody, or die and fulfill his dream of being a true horror icon. If he saves himself, the key will be easy to recover, if he is determined to die in his trap, the only way out will be to take matters into your own hands. Everything you need is in this room. Make your choice.”

The recorder clicked, Stu stared at it in silence, the killing part he didn’t mind. He’d already taken out two different people, a third was par for the course. The thing that the distorted voice said that tightened around his spine was the amount of knowledge he’d had about Stu’s life. He’d learned from a young age to keep things private and hidden, speaking too much got him into trouble and made himself an easy target. The only time anyone saw behind the Macher family’s front door was when Stu brought Billy home or when Stu rang the police because how much his father was beating his sister. He didn’t know what to do when Billy wasn’t there, and he had a horrible feeling Billy would be waiting for him right on the otherside of the door.

[writing-until-i-drop]

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

Surprise! I write for even more fandoms than I have posted on here. If I don't name a doc I usually do the thing where docs uses the first sentence as the title, which is why some might be weird

Top Gun (Maverick & OG)

Iceman & Princess (Top Gun) (Ice x OC)

Birds of a Feather (TGM) (Rooster x OC)

Beneath the Surface (TGM) (Rooster x OC)

Battle Buddy (TGM) (Bob x OC)

Building Bookshelves (TGM) (Bob x OC)

Emergency Contact (TGM) (Rooster x OC)

A Stepdad For Christmas (TGM) (Rooster x OC)

The Devil Doc & The Fly Boy (TGM) (Hangman x OC)

B(aby) O(n) B(oard) (TGM) (Bob x OC)

Autopsy My Heart (TGM) (Rooster x OC)

Deadly Attraction (TGM) (Hangman x OC)

NCIS Special Agent Maeve Tabb checked her watch, it was just past four in the morning (TGM) (Rooster x OC)

NCIS TGM | Bradley (Rooster x OC)

NCIS! TGM Seresin (Hangman x OC)

Eloise Bennett had a reputation for being unpredictable (TGM) (Rooster x Seresin! OC)

Maxine Bradshaw wanted to scream (Top Gun) (Ice x Bradshaw! OC)

“Good morning, Javy,” I smiled sweetly at the pilot (TGM) (undetermined x OC)

Soulmate AU (TGM) (Rooster x OC)

911

Warm & Safe (Buck x OC)

A Not So Quiet Shift (Buddie x OC)

Welcome to the Club (Buck x OC)

Ripped to Pieces (Stitched Back Together) (Buddie x OC)

Hiding in Plain Sight (But Want to be Found) (Buddie x OC)

The Second Ambulance (Buck x OC)

Daddy Next Door (Buck x OC)

Duplex Family (Buck x OC)

What Happens In Wyoming (Doesn't Stay in Wyoming) (Buck x OC)

A Beginner's Guide to Lycanthropy (Buddie x OC)

New To This (Buddie x OC)

Liar Liar (Buddie x OC)

And They Were Roommates (Buck x OC)

New Beginnings [v1] (Buddie x OC)

New Beginnings [v2] (Buddie x OC)

Marcella Esposito was a healer (Buddie x OC)

Eddie Diaz prided himself on his self control (Buddie)

Buck was covered in bruises (Buddie)

Listen. Eddie didn’t mean to set the kitchen on fire this time (Buddie)

In The Line of Duty (Buck x OC)

Quinn Harper paced on the porch for a few minutes before ringing the doorbell (Buck x OC)

Hogwarts Legacy

Dearest Eloise, (Ominis x OC)

Charlotte’s head ached when she awoke on her first day at Hogwarts (Sebastian x OC)

Lottie West was tired beyond belief but incapable of sleep (Sebastian x OC)

Have Courage (Or Fake It) (Garreth x OC)

In the Shadow of Isadora Morganach (Ominis x OC)

Althea paced back and forth in the Room of Requirement, hands shoved in her pockets as she contemplated her past and her future. (Ominis x OC)

“Do it then,” Maeve’s voice shook (Ominis x OC)

Untitled Document (July 11)

Untitled Document (July 9)

“What in Godric’s name do you do with so many wiggenweld potions?” (Garreth x OC)

Star Trek 2009

Doctor's Orders (Spock x OC)

Have Faith (Spock x OC)

Even Amongst The Stars (Spock x OC)

A Bad Idea (Kirk x OC)

Kestra Karnas - Red In The Ledger [v1] (Spock x OC)

Jab (Spock x OC)

“When do you think we’ll get some fresh rations out here (Spock x OC)

“This is the third time this month you’ve complained of equipment malfunction, Commander (Spock x OC)

Untitled document (May 12)

There’s a saying amongst the spooks of Special Branch (Spock x OC)

“Heard there’s a war on,” Kimberly Martin announced her presence with a knock (Kirk x OC)

Starfield (all Sam Coe related)

Captain Ashta

A Smuggler's Daughter & The Prodigal Son

"Are you fucking crazy?"

Ground Pounder

"Do you ever get self conscious about your scars?"'

Lucky Bones

Harry Potter (2nd Gen)

Fighting to Fall (James S. Potter x OC)

Rival Me (James S. Potter x OC)

Lovely Lily (Lily Luna x OC)

Idiots In Love (James S. Potter x OC)

Rules To Live By (James S. Potter x OC)

A Favor (James S. Potter x OC)

Fenrir's Revenge (Albus Potter x OC)

Dueling With Fire (James S. Potter x OC)

Harry Potter (Marauders)

Secret Keeper (Sirius x OC)

Kitty Kat (Sirius x OC)

“C’mon, Peter, you can do better than that (Sirius x OC)

Merlin - Marauders Era (Sirius x OC)

Fia (Sirius x OC)

Kit Lupin (Sirius x OC)

Stardew Valley

Farmer Bess

Oh

Julia Mae felt like she was meant to be a farmer

Mae was born with the “how hard can it be” gene

The Muse of Stardew Valley

Sebastian’s mind was buzzing as he typed, fingers flying across the keyboard

“Yoba, I’m going to throw myself off a cliff,”

Untitled document (Aug 13)

Untitled document (May 22)

SDV | Alex

This is just the stuff in my docs, there's even more in my phone notes. If you want something from my notes, just tell me how many scrolls you want me to give and I'll post whatever I land on (even if it's my original stuff)

I technically have at least a thousand WIPs, I've been writing since I was 8 and on docs since I was 11 or 12, I have a DECADE of works I've abandoned (dont be like me kids) for dozens of fandoms. Also, a lot of my abandoned WIPs are the same idea but slightly different because I get a new idea and suddenly there's 30 aus of the same base idea

[inklore]

taste of you

prompt: "these are so wet aren't you going to remove them?"

pairing: finnpoe x (f)reader

word count: 814

warnings: eighteen+ content, modern au, established fwbs, f receiving oral, don't be fooled poe is more cheeky and needy than demanding.

note: i may have changed the dialogue just a bit so don't hate me bestie @psychedelic-ink! but this is the first official blurb in my finnpoe x reader world and ahh i'm so excited!!

You should have known. Should have suggested the three of you do something else tonight, something that would keep the two content and not making eyes at each other from across the couch. 

Each time Poe's thumb rubs deeper into the flesh of your inner thigh, the brush of Finn's arm behind your head as it lays across the back of the couch, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of Poe's neck, you can feel their eyes lingering on you—burning through you until your body is warm and flustered. 

With Poe back home from one of his work trips, having a movie night and consuming junk food seemed like the ideal solution to how much the two of you had missed him. It had always been that way.

Poe stopping at Finn’s favorite pizza place across town on his way home, making sure to get double breadsticks for you and your favorite wine to go along with it. The three of you occupied the space in the living room as you talked through the movie, ate your weight in pizza, and drank wine until Poe complained he needed something sweet, and the three of you tried to drunkenly make brownies at two in the morning. 

It had turned into a routine. Like clockwork. 

But now things are different. Something had changed in the three of you as you transitioned from roommates to friends to this. 

The word "lovers" was thrown around as much as your underwear seemed to be, scattering across the floors of the duplex when the two men were around. 

Now it felt like that charge—that attraction—you finally let yourself feel was a constant ache in the side for each of you, and you couldn’t keep your hands off of one another. 

So it should really come as no surprise when the mood changes. When both men forget the movie all together. When you try to focus on what’s happening but can feel the fabric of your underwear sticking to you as you grow wetter with need and anticipation. 

It’s Poe who makes the first move. Who cuts the tension with his palm, soothingly running up the top of your thigh and resting at the junction of your hip. Where he easily lets his fingers slip through your shorts and rest against your mound. His lips at your cheek, your jaw, until they are moving against the shell of your ear as he speaks. 

“I missed you.” His fingers leave you gasping softly as he moves them along your underwear until the pads of them are pushing against the sticky mess your arousal has created. “I missed this,” he emphasizes by pressing further, making the fabric press against your clit. “These are so wet. I think you missed me too.” He smiles against the skin below your ear as he presses his lips to it. 

Pulls back to look over at Finn, whose eyes are glued to the two of you. Who has moved closer to your side and is patiently gripping the skin just above your knee. 

The noise that Poe pulls from the back of Finn’s throat as he reaches his free hand over to cup the back of his head and bring his lips over to his in a heated kiss—centimeters from your own mouth—causes you to whine. To squirm against the cushion of the couch, against Poe’s fingers. 

It had only been seven days without seeing them like this, without Poe at home to work the both of you up with his mouth. Without watching as they devoured each other's mouths, as tongues collided and words were swallowed down by heavy breaths, as they both touched you, made you a part of something so fucking breathtaking. 

Your insides had been tortured by those seven days. 

“Missed you both.” Poe groans against Finn’s mouth. Rubs a slow circle against your clit that has your mouth falling open and your shallow pants heaving your chest. “Remove them for her,” he says as he runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “I want to taste her on your tongue. Please.” He breathes into Finn’s mouth. 

And he does. 

Drops to his knees in front of you and pulls your shorts from your lower half, tossing your underwear to the floor alongside them. Finn’s lips leave bites and indents of fingers, teeth, and tongue as he trails up to your center. 

The guttural noise of pleasure you let out when his tongue moves through your arousal and swirls around your clit, swallowed by Poe’s waiting mouth. Each moan and gasp breathed into his mouth as he alternates between marking up your neck and chest and watching Finn devour you—his hand at the back of his head keeping him stationed to you—his filthy words etched into your very being with his tongue. 

“Come for us, sweetheart. I want to taste you.” 

[skvaderarts]

Petrichor Chapter 74: Request

Chapter 74: Request

Note: Sorry I didn’t post this yesterday. I was going through some stuff mentally and didn’t have the willpower to type. Didn’t want this chapter to sit until next Friday, though. It’s already done, after all! Hope you enjoy the chapter!

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Following the red-haired woman into the interior of the building, the pair of demon hunters were immediately hit by the cozy warmth that enveloped them like a warm blanket, the brisk chilly air fading from notion and notice as they took in Vivienne’s half of the duplex. Or what used to be her half of the duplex, that was.

It was an older building, the paint on the walls a dated color, and the wallpaper faded from exposure to the sun. The hardwood floors were sturdy but had clearly been refinished at some point due to damage, still beautiful in their own right but possessing the hallmarks of having survived wear and tear. A tiny scratch here, a barely noticeable nick there. Still, it was an oddly comforting space, reminiscent of what it might feel like to visit an adored grandparent’s house. There was a certain old charm that clung to the place. It had been well-loved, even if it was now empty and devoid of all the little touches that made it feel like a home.

“I don’t have a couch for you to take a rest on, but there is plenty of floor available.” She said with a touch of nonchalant humor as she walked to the far side of the room. It had a bay window that overlooked part of her yard. The part where they were holding the last of the items that they were loading into the truck. 

Even shielded from the drizzle by the plastic tarp that they were both stacked on top of and covered by, it was apparent that she didn’t seem to own that many things. The truck was somewhat full, but it was a small truck, not the large hauling vehicles that were typically associated with a house move. The three movers were probably there to move large, unwieldy things like the couch and the bookcase. Things that could probably be moved by a single person if they weren’t so damn awkward and oddly shaped.

“I’ve done enough sitting anyway,” Vergil said just loud enough to be heard clearly. He parked himself against the wall in the front room, the gravity of it all still settling in. He knew that he was looking directly at her, but she still just didn’t feel… real. This whole situation didn’t. This whole moment in time. Not a single bit of it. But not in a sinister way that made him doubt its validity. In a breath-stealing, heart-aching way that left him stumped as to how he should cope with it.

She was alive. She truly was.

Dante slipped in behind the pair, making accidental eye contact with Vivienne in a moment that led them both to just staring at one another, equally mystified. Dante pointed to the open door behind him, wordlessly wondering if he should open or close it. She nodded in favor of him closing it behind himself. What they were going to talk about was better kept behind closed doors.

“So you’re Dante? He mentioned you.” She spoke in a measured, slow cadence, almost as though she were taking in a sculpture at a museum that she’d heard described but had never seen a picture of before. There was a curiosity to her gaze that he couldn’t fully read. Almost as though she were analyzing him. There was a keen intellect behind that stare, that much was clear. But it did make him wonder just what was going through that head of hers?“I thought you were… Well, it seems I’ve made that mistake twice. Perhaps more than that, but that’s wishful thinking.“

A look of confusion and sudden, rapid realization came across Vergil’s face as he clued into what Vivienne might be talking about. He turned his attention to the both of them. Oh, she was referring to that…

“He wasn’t working with the full picture there, if I’m willing to make a guess,” Dante said, feeling his older twin brother’s eyes on him. It was the truth, at least to his knowledge. He didn’t know the precise date and time that Vergil had discovered that he’d survived the fire that had claimed their childhood home, but from context, he got the distinct impression that it was some time after Vivienne had gone missing. Oh, how differently things might have gone… 

Vergil nodded in agreement. “I wasn’t. I didn’t discover that you were alive until after everything… transpired.”

The way that he paused after he said those words didn’t go unnoticed by Vivienne. There was no malice or blame in those words, and if there was, it was directed at the man himself and not her, a concept that seemed to pain her if the subtle change in her face was anything to go off of.

“Well, at least the two of you found one another again.” She said with a solemn look. There was an unspoken sadness to her words but also a gentle sympathy. She didn’t know what they had been through, but she didn’t envy them for their presumed suffering. They were brothers. Twins. There was no way that there wasn’t any suffering born of that separation. Of the path they’d both been forced by fate to walk. To walk alone. “I’m Vivienne. I feel like you already knew that, but still. Nice to finally meet you. I heard a lot about you from Vergil once upon a time…”

Dante and Vergil both did their level best to hide the full-body flinch that they both did involuntarily. It didn’t work. She didn’t say anything, but it was evident in the subtle shift in her facial expression that the cogs in her brain were turning as a direct result of what they’d just said. She didn’t have any way of knowing the history between them, but she’s certainly figured out that she was missing something important here.

“Yeah, same here,” Dante said with a chuckle. He didn’t have the first idea what to say to Vivienne. She was pleasant enough but he just didn’t know how to strum up a conversation with her or even make small talk. Maybe it was the gravity of what they were doing here that was messing with his head.

There was a sudden shift in the atmosphere in the room. It was clear that it wasn’t a result of what he’d said, but slowly by degrees the mask began to slip a bit and she just looked… tired. She looked worn down by life, utterly exhausted mentally as opposed to physically. As if something were weighing on her. And as though she’d heard their shared thoughts, she let out a deep, stifled breath. She had something to say. Something that she needed to get off her chest.

Vivienne turned her attention fully to Vergil, her eyes meeting his in a manner so intense that it took him off guard a bit to behold it. She needed his attention. And she had it. Fully. Uncompromisingly. 

“I… need to talk to you about something… “ She said almost too quietly as she cleared her throat. She averted her eyes for a moment, using her left hand to rub the back of her neck in discomfort. The muscle in the side of her neck tightened visibly as she removed her and looked over at him again, awaiting his response.

“As do I.” He said almost cautiously, noting the not-so-subtle shift in her behavior. He didn’t need to ask if something was wrong. Yes. That was very clear. The question was what was wrong? There were so many possibilities that came to mind just off of the top of his head, after all. Just him being there right then and there could be a large part of the issue. After all, this was probably a bad time. But would there ever have been a good time for something like this? For someone you thought was dead to just pop back into your life?

He was sure that she was glad to know that he was alive and well, just as he was glad to know that she was. But surely a lot had changed in her life just as it had in his. And neither of them had any way of knowing anything about what the other experienced. They… had a lot to talk about down the road. He just hoped she was willing to take that journey with him. 

Time didn’t always heal all wounds. Sometimes it allowed them to ferment. To fester. He hoped beyond hope that this wasn’t one of those occasions.

“Can I go first?” She said amicably, a pained glimmer in her eye. This was something she needed to say to him, not something she wanted to. That became clearer and clearer with each passing second.

He nodded in agreement. She didn’t need to ask. He was going to defer to her on that anyway, but he knew she didn’t know that. He was curious to see what she had to say, even if he had a growing suspicion that whatever she had to say would be difficult to hear.

“You have every right to.” It was really all that he felt he needed to say. She didn’t need his permission. He wasn’t giving it. He was just telling her that he was listening. He hadn’t come all this way to dismiss what she had to say. To dismiss her. He felt fortunate that she hadn’t just told him to leave or refused to speak to him. This all had to be quite a shock…  

“You might want to make yourself… Comfortable? I don’t even know if you really can, given the circumstances.” She let out a disbelieving scoff, shaking her head, her eyes a thousand miles away. Well, this was going to be quite the conversation, wasn’t it? Perhaps one of the hardest ones she’d ever had to have with anyone, ever. No. It was the hardest. This would be a Sisyphean feat. “This is going to be hard. For both of us.”

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Oh boy, this is gonna be something… Tune in next Friday for chapter 75! Take care out there, everyone! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I’ll see you next week and in the comment section. Thanks for reading! Bye bye!

[notchainedtotrauma]

I just wrote an exclusive poem for my Iced Green Tea patrons (5$). The poem, which I've chosen to write as a duplex, is trying to wrestle with the despaired performind of sacred rituals on an uncertain ground, about blood soaked stupor, and about the slowness and boundlessness of violence and violation.

Rashid Johnson, Anxious Red Painting August 6th

The work of art above best visually describe the poem. Here are some excerpts:

As if our eyes ached with strained malt. Strips of clotted hush.

Rubbles as body, plundered. Pomegranates with the required rot; a greasy flood.

and

Nobody's too splintered to supply too many bullets. After all, a sour hunger.

Resented babies latticed with gritty rust; they haul them into salt water and spit.

and

Men tilling knotted hands to completion; working honey onto the lip of the horizon in flight.

There was a straddled throat; a woman in faded blood wanting for nothing but prayer.

[imbiowaresbitch]

Getting to the Bottom of It

Pairing: destiel

Words: 9040

Summary:

Dean has been in love with his roommate Cas for forever, but unfortunately, Cas doesn't feel the same way. Still, Cas is his best friend, so when Dean finds out that Sammy proposed to Eileen, he can't wait to share the news. A discussion about Sam reveals Cas' concern that Dean has put his life on hold, but Dean isn't interested in going out and dating just anyone. They both realise they were working under certain misapprehensions, and need to use their words.

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"Cas! Cas, Cas Cas!" 

Dean burst through the door to the duplex he shared with his best friend, elation bubbling through his veins. Cas' folding massage table was in its place by the door, and the familiar scent of pot hung in the air, so he knew Cas was home. He rounded the corner into the living room and paused to admire the view.

Cas was stretched out on the couch, one arm tucked lazily behind his head, flicking through channels on the tv. A still-smouldering joint sat in an ashtray on the coffee table, and Cas reached out a long-fingered hand and picked it up to take a slow drag. The pungent smoke drifted from his nostrils before he blew out the lungful in a cloud, and Dean raked his eyes over Cas' body. The languid pose, one foot planted flat and his knee bent, instantly drew Dean's eyes to the not-so-subtle bulge behind grey sweatpants, and to the treasure trail leading down from beneath his rucked-up t-shirt.

Dean counted himself lucky that Cas had had massage appointments today, and so was even wearing a shirt. Not that looking at miles of golden skin was a hardship, exactly. But resisting the urge to touch and taste was much more difficult when presented with such a buffet. Not to mention the fantasies he had about having Cas’ hands on him, and not just because Cas was a massage therapist. 

Dean had seen far too many pornos with that particular plot to be able to ask Cas for a massage often, even when his body was aching from his own work as a carpenter.

"Yes, Dean?" Cas asked, but Dean's brain was still trying to reboot from the lust-induced meltdown. Luckily, Cas' eyes were still on the tv, and Dean crouched to untie his boots – and hide the half-chub he was sporting. Cas sat up and glanced over the back of the couch at him. "Well?"

Dean felt his face flush. What had he been so exci–

"Oh! Sammy finally popped the question! God knows why, but Eileen said yes! My little brother's all grown up!" 

Dean pretended to wipe away a tear as he stood, and Cas smirked at him.

"You didn't see that coming when he outgrew you by half a foot?" he teased, and Dean clapped a hand over his heart in mock pain at the shot. 

"He's barely got three inches on me, you dick!"

"Well, you know what they say, you are what you eat."

"You're an asshole," Dean accused with a laugh, only to see Cas' smile turn positively wicked. "Don't say it!"

~~

Read the rest on AO3.

Thank you to @nickelkeep for the inspiration, love ya! And many thanks to @cr-noble-writes for beta-ing this thing!

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(Duplex-Ache)

[krunalgohil]

Dr. Krunal Gohil is the Best Doctor of Varicose Veins Treatment in Ahmedabad

Varicose veins are not only unsightly; they can also bring about pain and health problems if not addressed in time. Dr. Krunal Gohil, known for providing the best varicose vein treatment in Ahmedabad, is the one you should see if you live in Ahmedabad with this condition. He provides quality service and is dedicated to offering his patients the highest level of care.

Understanding Varicose Veins:

Varicose veins are swollen and twisted, and they appear mostly on the legs when the valves of these veins fail to work properly, causing blood to collect and making them swell. They come with symptoms such as aching pain, swelling, heaviness, and, in extreme cases, ulcers and skin changes.

Why Choose Dr. Krunal Gohil?

Dr.Krunal Gohil has a distinguished reputation as an expert in managing varicose veins in Ahmedabad. The best varicose veins treatment in Ahmedabad is available through him because he has been highly trained and experienced in vascular surgery. Here’s why patients trust Dr.Gohil, their healthcare provider:

Comprehensive Diagnosis:

To determine how serious your varicose veins are, Dr.Gohil will conduct a proper examination, including diagnostic testing. Accurate diagnosis is essential for developing effective treatment strategies.

Advanced Treatment Options:

Dr.Gohil uses state-of-the-art methods to cure varicose veins. Minimal invasive procedures like endovenous laser treatment (EVLT) or sclerotherapy may be done depending on how severe the situation could be. A patient’s specific needs may call for other serious measures that require surgical options.

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Understanding the condition that you are suffering from and the types of treatment available for it is vital. Dr.Gohil provides a thorough education about varicose veins and what the whole procedure involves, which makes patients feel enlightened and confident about their choices.

Success Stories:

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mmend his professionalism, clear explanations, great bedside manner, and successful outcomes.

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Take the First Step Towards Healthier Legs:

Do not wait until you start feeling pain because of having varicose veins or if they are appearing in an unattractive way. Dr.Krunal Gohil strives to provide high-quality care services related to this matter, making sure that at the end of everything, you get better legs devoid of any painful experiences.

Contact Information:

For a consultation with Dr. Krunal Gohil and to examine your treatment options This is the first step towards liberating yourself from varicose veins’ discomfort with the high-quality services of experienced health professionals.

In conclusion, Dr. Krunal Gohil’s outstanding proficiency and gentle touch for varicose veins make him the best choice for the job in Ahmedabad. Just have faith in Dr. Gohil to help you live a healthier life that you can be comfortable with. a

[drkrunalgohil]

Dr. Krunal Gohil is the Best Doctor of Varicose Veins Treatment in Ahmedabad

Varicose veins are not only unsightly; they can also bring about pain and health problems if not addressed in time. Dr. Krunal Gohil, known for providing the best varicose vein treatment in Ahmedabad, is the one you should see if you live in Ahmedabad with this condition. He provides quality service and is dedicated to offering his patients the highest level of care.

Understanding Varicose Veins:

Varicose veins are swollen and twisted, and they appear mostly on the legs when the valves of these veins fail to work properly, causing blood to collect and making them swell. They come with symptoms such as aching pain, swelling, heaviness, and, in extreme cases, ulcers and skin changes.

Why Choose Dr. Krunal Gohil?

Dr.Krunal Gohil has a distinguished reputation as an expert in managing varicose veins in Ahmedabad. The best varicose veins treatment in Ahmedabad is available through him because he has been highly trained and experienced in vascular surgery. Here’s why patients trust Dr.Gohil, their healthcare provider:

Comprehensive Diagnosis:

To determine how serious your varicose veins are, Dr.Gohil will conduct a proper examination, including diagnostic testing. Accurate diagnosis is essential for developing effective treatment strategies.

Advanced Treatment Options:

Dr.Gohil uses state-of-the-art methods to cure varicose veins. Minimal invasive procedures like endovenous laser treatment (EVLT) or sclerotherapy may be done depending on how severe the situation could be. A patient’s specific needs may call for other serious measures that require surgical options.

Personalized Care Services:

Each patient’s condition is unique, so individual consideration is required. Dr.Gohil spends enough time creating a personal approach to addressing health goals. Patients consequently feel more comfortable during the treatment program.

Patient Education and Support:

Understanding the condition that you are suffering from and the types of treatment available for it is vital. Dr.Gohil provides a thorough education about varicose veins and what the whole procedure involves, which makes patients feel enlightened and confident about their choices.

Success Stories:

Through his vast knowledge, many people have been able to enjoy their lives once again due to his help. The testimonials reveal he is one of the leading specialists in Ahmedabad for treating varicose veins, and many patients commend his professionalism, clear explanations, great bedside manner, and successful outcomes.

What to Expect During Treatment:

With Dr.Gohil performing your varicose veins intervention, you are sure you will get seamless support. First checkups will involve detailed talks on your symptomatology, past medical history, and way of living. In order to evaluate blood flow and vein functions, duplex ultrasound can be performed as a diagnostic test.

Based on these findings, Dr.Gohil will suggest the most appropriate therapeutic option. Many noninvasive treatments like endovenous laser therapy (EVLT) or sclerotherapy may be done, thus allowing one to get back home immediately following surgery with less recovery time required. Moreover, he offers surgical alternatives that serve the best complex cases requiring utmost precision throughout surgical procedures.

Take the First Step Towards Healthier Legs:

Do not wait until you start feeling pain because of having varicose veins or if they are appearing in an unattractive way. Dr.Krunal Gohil strives to provide high-quality care services related to this matter, making sure that at the end of everything, you get better legs devoid of any painful experiences.

Contact Information:

For a consultation with Dr. Krunal Gohil and to examine your treatment options, kindly reach out to us through [clinic name] at [contact information] or visit our website at [website]. This is the first step towards liberating yourself from varicose veins’ discomfort with the high-quality services of experienced health professionals.

In conclusion, Dr. Krunal Gohil’s outstanding proficiency and gentle touch for varicose veins make him the best choice for the job in Ahmedabad. Just have faith in Dr. Gohil to help you live a healthier life that you can be comfortable with. a

[ukdamo]

Duplex for the Sick & Tired

Kay Ulanday Barrett

after Jericho Brown

A poem can spasm, stretch, but it can let salve in. There aren’t enough pages for the longing. There aren’t enough pages for the longing drenched in medicine bottles and ice packs.

Drenched in medicine bottles and ice packs, our aches sing beyond joints and stethoscopes in denial. Those who sing beyond joints and stethoscopes in denial, how do the symptoms stack your days?

Let’s name the stacks of dangerous symptoms: News coverage, the state, strangers who say the pandemic is over. News coverage, the state, strangers who say the pandemic is over as I dream about a world that celebrates all of us.

As I dream about a world that celebrates all of us fully, Let’s allow poems to stretch. Let the salve in.

[jaimesmedicalgroup2]

Understanding and Treating Varicose Veins in Chicago: A Comprehensive Guide

The Prevalence of Varicose Veins in Chicago:

Chicago's diverse population and its bustling urban lifestyle contribute to the prevalence of varicose veins in the city. Factors such as genetics, age, gender, and prolonged periods of standing or sitting can increase the risk of developing varicose veins. Additionally, Chicago's climate, with cold winters and hot summers, can exacerbate symptoms, making it essential for individuals to be proactive in managing their vascular health.

Symptoms and Risk Factors:

Varicose veins can present with various symptoms, including pain, swelling, heaviness, and aching in the legs. Factors such as obesity, pregnancy, and a sedentary lifestyle can exacerbate these symptoms. It's crucial for individuals to be aware of the risk factors and seek professional guidance if they experience persistent discomfort or notice visible changes in their veins.

Diagnostic Techniques:

To effectively diagnose Chicago Varicose Veins healthcare professionals in Chicago employ advanced diagnostic techniques. Duplex ultrasound, a non-invasive imaging method, allows specialists to visualize blood flow in the veins and identify any abnormalities. This precise diagnosis enables healthcare providers to tailor treatment plans to the specific needs of each patient.

Treatment Options in Chicago:

Chicago boasts a wide array of treatment options for varicose veins, ranging from conservative measures to minimally invasive procedures. Compression stockings, lifestyle modifications, and regular exercise may be recommended for mild cases. For more advanced conditions, minimally invasive treatments such as endovenous laser therapy (EVLT) or radiofrequency ablation (RFA) may be employed to close off the problematic veins and redirect blood flow.

Sclerotherapy, another common procedure, involves injecting a solution into the affected veins, causing them to collapse and fade away over time. These advanced treatments offer quicker recovery times and minimal scarring compared to traditional surgical approaches.

The Importance of Seeking Timely Treatment:

Ignoring Chicago Vein Care Center can lead to complications such as chronic venous insufficiency, skin changes, and in severe cases, venous ulcers. Seeking timely treatment not only alleviates symptoms but also prevents the progression of the condition and reduces the risk of complications.

Choosing the Right Provider:

Chicago residents seeking treatment for varicose veins should carefully select a reputable vascular specialist or clinic. Board-certified vascular surgeons and experienced healthcare professionals with a focus on venous diseases can provide the expertise needed for accurate diagnosis and effective treatment.

[glen-mitchell-group]

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Beautiful 2-bedroom 1-bath duplex home with 802+/- square feet of living space in Half Moon Bay. This home is conveniently located close to the beach, coastal trail, and downtown Half Moon Bay. The home has an open concept with the kitchen open to the living room and dining area.  The home has a one-car garage where the laundry is located. The private backyard is a beautiful retreat to unwind at the end of the day.

Applications may be requested after your scheduled in-person viewing of the property.

Rent: $        per month.

Security Deposit: $

Application fee of $55.00 per applicant.

Lease Duration: 1 year.

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Tenant Responsible for all utilities. 

Gardener included.

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