Me: *proud I Wrote And Posted Something Tonight.*

Thinking about College Student!Simon x Tutor!Reader

Warnings: Math hw. Swearing, lap sitting, nudity, oral(M receiving) Literally porn w/o plot.

This does not connect with the other college student reader x Simon. Cause, reader is a tutor. So there.

You've tutored this guy like seven times. He was huge, a gym guy no doubt. He was hot which helped combat how fucking stupid he could be.

You've went over with him how to do the math but it seemed like he was never focused. Ever. He'd stare at you blankly as you re-read the question, grunted when you asked if he understood, and didn't bother trying to pick up the pencil to attempt a word problem. What a man-child.

It was 8 at night and you were in his dorm room, sighing and dropping the pencil. "Okay Simon. Want me to be honest?" He grunted. Which was an answer. "I don't know if you're going to get through this class of this keeps up. I'll keep helping you but-" you shrugged. "We need to try a new method of tutoring. And you need to be trying to do the work. Okay? No more sitting and staring."

Simon shifted in his seat, his eyes glaring down at the paper as if it called him pitiful. You felt bad now for what you thought previously. You knew he was smart enough to pass this class, he just had to try. "Alright." His voice made you look up at him. "Just- frustrated. 'Avn't had time to myself." You noticed he looked equally as exhausted as you felt.

"College is stressful." You said in agreement. "It's good to have time for yourself, and to spend time with other people especially." You glanced to the side as you briefly thought about your own method of stress relief. A certain amount of inches in your dresser drawer and a vibrator that came separately. You looked back at Simon to find him staring at you. Again. "How do you relieve stress?"

He stares. And it feels like he had read your mind and was looking at the dirty thoughts that clouded your head. You shifted uneasily, but he finally answered. "Working out. Swimmin'. Wrestlin'." He shrugged one shoulder.

You looked at the paper on the table, then at the clock. A stupid, stupid idea came to mind, but it was a last resort. And if it didn't work? Well, you could say you tried. "Okay. I want you to try doing numbers 8, 9, and 10." He started to shift as if getting ready to complain, but you cut in before he could. "And if you can show the work for them, I'll reward you."

This got his attention, fast.

"Reward?" He asked. "What like...candy?" He chuckled.

"No, just- start working on number 8. Without looking at the notes. See what you can do from memory." You felt nervous. You hoped that this wouldn't seem creepy...maybe things worked as well as they did in pornos.

Simon worked through number 8. Once he was finished, you looked over his work. "Good job, you remembered the negative signs too."

He hummed. "So then, what's my reward for this-" But he nearly choked on his words as you suddenly sat on his lap. Your legs resting off the side. His hands twitched and he suddenly felt like his mouth went dry.

You cleared your throat. "Well...you deserve a small reward. So...keep doing more questions and I'll keep rewarding you." You noticed that your voice was softer. Probably nerves. "If this doesn't work for you, I can-"

"No, no, its fine." Simon blinked and cleared his throat. He pulled you closer, wrapping one arm around you while his other hand began to scribble as he worked on the next problem.

Fuck, it was working. He was doing the work, and he wasn't pushing you off his lap. You watched as he scribbled quickly, nervously. You spotted a mistake he made and you rolled your hips. This was something you did to sit up in your chair, not something on purpose. But it got Simon to stop dead in his tracks and squeeze his eyes shut. "You forgot to divide both sides by pi."

Simon opened his eyes and swallowed. "Right...damn pi." He erased, then went at it again. he finished the problem and you nodded.

"Right again." You offered a smile, then you stood up. You could see the look in his eyes, thinking he did something wrong. But you instead slowly peeled off your jeans, and your shirt, leaving you in your underwear and bra. Then you settled back into his lap, his hands sliding across bare skin too eagerly. A stiff lump in the front of his pants told you all you needed to know. "Do the next one. But its a little tricky. But I'll be right here to help you if you get lost."

Your words may have just been wind blowing past the window. He was already writing down on the sheet of paper. As he did, you allowed your fingers to tease at the hem of his shirt in the front of his pants. You monitored his work, his silence and death grip on his pencil not going unnoticed. But he finished the equation, mumbling about how stupid the practice was. "Done." His grunt answer sounded strained.

"Correct again." You picked up the paper, looking over the rest of the questions and finding one of the word problems he had trouble with earlier. "Do this one, and we'll stop there for the day."

Simon glared down at the paper, but when you reached for the clip of your bra and unfastened it, he suddenly couldn't wait to get through it. You didn't remove the little flimsy fabric, instead you leaned up and kissed his neck, a twitch in his jeans had you grinning to yourself. "Do you remember what to do?" Your voice was sultry and damn near teasing.

"Y-yeah, I got it." He went through the steps in his head and wrote them down. You pressed kisses at his neck, tracing a line down his throat with your tongue and he almost snapped his pencil in half. The reward was right in his lap, waiting and wanting. But first he had to earn it. His free hand ran down your bare back, then tugged you closer to him. Once he was done with his equation, he nodded. (Or maybe he swallowed the lump forming in his throat? He forgot.)

You looked over the question and the answer. Sitting up and taking the paper to look better at the messy handwriting. You smiled again and his cock jumped. He was going to get his- "Your answer is wrong."

His brow twitched. "Wrong? Wha-"

"You used pi over 3, should have used pi over 6, then 5 pi over 6..." You explained, and he briefly realized what points you were talking about.

"Do I still get my reward?" He felt so sheepish asking you. He was older than you, for sure, but the eager want in his tone was evident.

"Hmm." You set the paper down, then removed your bra all the way. Simon felt precum staining his jeans and he gripped the edge of his chair, staring at the prettiest tits he's ever seen. "I suppose some kind of reward is still on the table."

He watched as you slowly got to your knees before him, then started to unbutton his jeans and pull them down. He wasn't wearing anything under it, so his cock immediately springing out of his jeans was a surprise. Briefly you thought that had to hurt; commando in jeans. You took his length in one hand, giving it a slow tug and watching him hiss at the feeling.

It's been ages. Years since the last time he fucked. Simon could barely remember the last time he wanked it. Which if he had a clear head, he would know it was about two months ago. He wasn't expecting you to have sex with him however. He could tell with the look in your eyes, the evil glint that made him mentally shake his fist at getting that last question wrong. He was getting his reward, but he was being punished as well.

You spit onto the head of his cock, using it to lubricate him and continued to tug him. His eyes stayed focused on you, trying to focus. A pretty, intelligent, sweet little bird, kneeling between his legs with nothing but your panties on. It was like heaven opened up and gave him a kiss. When you pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock, he nearly came from the sight of it. "Fuckkk love, you'll kill me at this rate..." He groaned.

You giggled, watching him rub his face. He twitched on your tongue and you took him further past your lips.

You were secretly sweating.

Simon was thick. His length was fine, average. But the girth of this man was making you nervous. You were a little thankful you didn't try to ride this man. But the idea of trying made your head dizzy and your core clench. Maybe, this will give him the encouragement he needed to do better next time.

Your hands rested on his thighs and you bobbed your head up and down, slowly at first. Simon gasped and you swore he whined when he bucked his hips. You hummed which made him jump. "Shit." He closed his eyes briefly. "I'm so close already, I-" You went faster, using your free hand to cup his balls and softly roll them in your palm.

The man stiffened under your touch, sitting up and pulling out of your mouth. "Fuck! Open for me love-" He was cupping your chin and tilting your head back, and you opened obediently. With a grunt and a quick grind against your lips, he was shooting ropes of cum against your face and neck. Some of it landed on your chest and in your mouth, which you swallowed without command. You were covertly pleased at yourself from how fast you got him to cum. The taste was awful but seeing Simon coming apart was more than worth it.

He sat back in the chair, but then he was leaning close to you, breathing heavily. His forehead pressed against yours, his hooded eyes staring at you with something you haven't seen in years. His hands running through the back of your hair, you realized he was about to kiss you. But he stopped.

Thhen, like cold water splashing on him, he jumped up. "Oh- I'm so sorry, wait here I'll get you somethin'-" He was shuffling to his bathroom to look for a wash cloth. He came back, having tucked his half hard cock back into his jeans and was wiping your face clean. You looked up at him, seeing his cheeks blushing heavily.

You took the cloth from him and wiped the rest off yourself. He helped you find your clothes, and when he handed you your shirt, he mumbled. "Thank you...um...for that. Haven't had some stress relief like tha' in a while."

You slipped your shirt on and then smiled. "I was hoping it would help you focus too. But, yeah, I guess sexual frustration plays a big role in stress too." You packed your things away, getting ready to leave.

Simon seemed on edge. When you asked him about it, he mumbled. "You didn't get any relief...I uh, I just sat back and-"

"Don't." You rested a hand on his arm. "I've been handling my own sort of stress relief, Simon. Don't worry." You could tell he didn't like that answer. Then you added. "Next session, do better on your work. And we'll see where it goes from there." You slipped on your backpack. "And, this doesn't mean anything between us. So don't worry about anything like that."

He chuckled, rubbing his jaw and nodding. "Thanks for lettin' me know. And uh, yeah, I'll do better next time."

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A few weeks passed, you were doom scrolling through some app when you heard a knock at your door. You tossed your phone aside and went to the peep hole, looking through and seeing someone you didn't recognize.

You opened the door and the man grinned at you. "Hey, you do tutoring lessons aye?" The man shifted from one foot to the other. He was wearing a loose dark green tank top and sweat pants. He was tall, he had a certain accent you couldn't place, and he was sporting a mohawk.

"Uh...yeah. Did someone recommend me?"

He nodded. "I need help with some math problems. Nothin too hard." He smirked and tilted his head. "Simon recommended you, said you had a fancy method to help him study. That is, if you have room in your schedule."

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Lol, math, I'm failing my own class rn actually.

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Please, we need more of that vampire!Konig x human!reader. 🙏🏻

Kicking my feet and twirling my nonexistent long hair.

Okay.

Just saw your König at the beach drawings and I’m impressed! Your concept of body language is super awesome, I still struggle a lot with poses even after 10+ years of drawing! The tiny changes make a lot, keep it up! 👍

You're very sweet lol thank you. What I do is I ask my brothers or my dad to pretend to be doing something and I just try to draw how their muscles or limbs are shaped. References are friends, not foes! Thank you again!

Beginnings. Invisible Man x reader

Alright folks and folklores. First work posting here. I hope I'm doing this right? Hehe colors

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Warnings: Small injury, mentions of domestic abuse

You walked with your back straight, smiling and nodding to those who passed you on the sidewalk. Your hair was done and a hat sat atop it, one that matched your current outfit. A normal dress that a lady would wear when going into town, boots (some looked down on you for) and your small satchel. You stopped at the front of a building and opened the door, walking inside and closing the door behind you. You listen for a moment, hearing the familiar sound of music coming from the back. You look around the hallway and start humming along to it. You take your hat off and set it on the hanger, then make your way upstairs towards the lab.

You walk the stairs stopping at the first door on the right, not needing to knock as you walked in. On the far end of the room you can make out the pale head hunched down, carefully measuring the right amount of drops. "You're here early." His voice hummed just loud enough over the music.

"Mr. Griffin have you gotten any sleep yet?" You walk behind a changing board, stripping out of the dress and putting on a pair of pants and a button up shirt. Griffin let you borrow his while you helped around in the lab, not caring if it seemed indecent. As he put it when he hired you, 'I'd rather you dress this way than have that puffy dress catch fire. Just a tip.'

"Well, if you must know, I slept for five hours." He sits up straight and stretched his back out. "That was," He glances at a clock. "Seven and a half hours ago." You finished with your last button, walking out from behind the board and going to the sink. You had your sleeves rolled to your elbows and hair done so it was out of your face. Griffin had turned his head, giving your form a quick look over then turning back to his table. "If you can wash those tubes quickly for me that will help immensely."

You nod and began washing, humming along to the music. It was quiet for a while, the music playing and water turning on, then off. You looked back at the scientist thinking about when he first hired you. You had bumped into the albino man while running through the market, apologizing and giving him a smile. Instead of leaving or excusing himself, he offered you a job in assisting him. You were confused at first but accepted anyway. The pay wasn't much but he did teach you a little of everything as he worked. You learned quickly that he acted annoyed, all the time. With you, with visitors, with himself. You found that the pale man just didn't know how to socialize and became accustomed to it. Though some days like this one, he was much calmer, less snappy.

There was a pop and a short curse. You turn and see Griffin standing and running to the sink. You made room at the sink and he began washing his bloodied hand under the running water. You dried your hands quickly and ran to the first aid kit. This wouldn't be the first time he's hurt himself on accident. You grab gauze and run back, opening your hand. "Let me see it." He sighs heavily and gives you his hand. He's sliced right below where his fingers met his hand. "Its not a bad cut." You felt his fingers flex a little.

"Yes I know." He looked over you again, watching as you concentrated on wrapping his hand. He looks back at his table, then recalls something you were saying the day before. "How is your…fiance?" You could hear in his voice he didn't really want to ask. You actually smiled a little at his question.

"Well, not so well actually." He perked up at this. "He doesn't...well he screamed at me last night. And said some things..." You sounded pained to say. "He was drunk however. I don't think he meant it." You cut the gauze and clipped it in place. "He was, um, aggressive." You shrugged and smiled up at him. "But I got him to bed. He woke up this morning and went off to work."

The albino man was frowning down at you, tisking and flexing his fingers. Or so you thought. He held your hand and spoke. "A man becoming aggressive towards his fiance. He sounds like a complete arse." He let go of your hand, glancing down and turning away. "You should find a new fiance, one who doesn't yell at you like you're a problem." He was moving the broken glass off the desk. You smile softly and walk back to the sink.

"Why don't you find yourself a fiance Mr. Griffin?" You called over your shoulder. You were drying the tubes now, not noticing the doctor walking up behind you until his hand was on the small of your back. He was quick but gentle in moving you to the side.

"No time. I'm on the verge of a break through and I don't want a bride getting in the way." He grabbed a few of the already dried tubes and turned away to the table again. You nod in understandment. You went about finishing the tubes.

"Well trust me professor, if I could, I wouldn't get married either." You mumble. "Especially not to that man."

Griffin had paused his hands, his jaw moving a bit as his teeth clenched and unclenched before he went back to work. "If you'd like to get lunch started I'll join you in the kitchen." You gave a nod that he didn't see and left the room. Before you left he gave one more look at your attire. He felt a coil in his chest, perhaps it was nerves working but only when you wore his clothing. Or when you touched his hand. He chewed the inside of his cheek as he went back to focusing on his test tubes.

A couple of hours go by, lunch was some eggs on a sandwich with coffee. You cleaned the table and the dishes pretty quickly. Griffin ate like a wild man and in a flash was back in the lab. You were just making sure the place was clean before you left for today. After nodding to yourself you walk into the lab and to the changing board. "I'll be heading home now Mr. Griffin." You started changing out of the clothes and back into your dress. You walk out and see him hunched over his desk again. You were about to call out to him but heard a low snore. You chuckle and walk over to the desk finding him asleep on a text book. You cover the vials of fluids and move them aside in case he moves in his sleep too much. You take his coat and gently set it over his shoulders. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

With that, you left the building and headed home.

The next morning you walked into the building, you noticed a certain smell…You were quick to drop your things at the door and walk to the lab. Inside you saw smoke coming from a few tubes. You gasp and run over, but they weren't burning with flames. You use a napkin to cover your mouth and nose in case the fumes were toxic. "Griffin?" You look around, not seeing anyone. You walk out the lab and quickly made your way to his bedroom. You immediately hear the sound of running water. Carefully making your way across the room, you push open the door that leads to the bathroom. The bathtub was flooded with water, and still running. Quickly, you turn the water off and look around the small bathroom.

"Griffin are you in here?" You had turned to walk back out the restroom but a hand grabbed your arm. You screamed and pulled away, looking around quickly and holding your arm. It was wet. You looked at the tub. Something about it wasn't right. There was a gap in the water, as if something clear were sitting in it. A groan filled the air and you blink in shock. "Griffin?"

The water moved, rippling effects and more water splashing out the sides of the tub. "Yes I fell asleep," his frame paused. "Have some decency woman, get me a towel at least-"

"Griffin, you're invisible!" You had backed away, but looked to the side, spotting a towel and picking it off the rack.

"Invisible…" He was mumbling. Then he was silent and more movement in the tub. "My god…" You could barely see his wet figure standing and stepping outside the tub. "It worked..it really worked!" He grabbed the towel, wrapping it around his waist and walking out the bathroom. You followed quickly, eyeing the towel as it seemed to just float in mid air. "Before I fell asleep, I tested my mixtures with some blood samples. They worked famously, so I saw no reason to wait and-"

"You tested yourself just out the blue!? Are you mad Griffin?" The towel in front of you stopped and you stared straight ahead, where his head would be.

"I'm alive, aren't I?" He was looking at you, looking at your reaction, then turning away and walking back to the lab. "I had some more mixtures here-"

"They were burning when I arrived." You walked over to the sink, peering down at them. "Not on fire but, smoking. I didn't put any water on them." A hand was at your back, gently pushing you aside. He mumbled something, then walks away to the desk. The papers were flipped and over turned. You watched, your mind still trying to wrap around the invisibility.

"That burning liquid…was supposed to be an antidote." He paused. For a moment, both of you were silent.

You walked over to the invisible man in front of you and placed a hand on what you guessed was his shoulder. You could feel him freeze at the touch. He was a little cold, and wet still. You sigh. "Put some clothes on before you freeze Griffin. We'll get to work on an antidote. One that won't burst to flames."

An idea I keep thinking about. Vampire König x Human reader.

Mentions of blood, sex(non-con if you think about it but it's not depicted) gun mentioned not used, under the cut. But this is not your typical damsel attacked by vampire.

(don't tell my guy friend but I got my inspiration from the books he recommended me, Necroscope. Second book.)don't read those books if you like vampires; it will haunt you.)

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Vampires can control people's minds, they lure them away somewhere secluded, drink their blood, then leave. That's what König has done the last few centuries. He finds a victim, hypnotizes them, brings them to an alleyway, or maybe his home, and then drinks their blood. If he's feeling pent up and his victim is horny, he'll fuck them as well. He's not picky, having male, female, trans, partners. Could he call them partners? No, he shouldn't.

He of course, makes sure that his victims are well fed and have drank something before he disposes of them. Like a blood bank perhaps. They give him blood, he gives them food and water. He knows sometimes the sex thing isn't what everyone wants so he's careful to pick his victims on that part, like if he can smell their arousal. But always, after sex, he erased their memory. He doesn't have to, but perhaps the human part of himself would feel guilty. It already does, he thinks bitterly.

So here he is in a nightclub, watching bodies dance across the floor as lights flashed across his body and face. He sat perched at the bar stool, a glass of wine in his hands. He was glad that he could still drink liquids. Though the thirst for blood always gnawed at the back of his mind. His eyes searched the floor, looking for someone, anyone, who was by themselves. Tonight, it seemed couples and friend groups ruled the floor.

He didn't waste much time, setting his half empty glass of wine down and leaving the loud club. His ears thrummed as the music no longer blasted in his ears, but the ringing didn't stop. He stood outside, then in his peripheral vision, he spotted a person sitting on the curb. You. Your outfit looked like the clubbing type, and your eyes were half lidded. Though you were sitting, you were swaying slightly, because you were buzzed.

Perfect.

He came up to you and tilted his head. "Are you waiting for someone?" His accent was heavy as he spoke. He watched your facial features shift as you registered his voice.

"I'm supposed to say yes." You mumbled. You hadn't looked up at him. He shifted and kneeled down beside you, waiting for you to look at him. The trick with hypnotism, is that the victim must look into his eyes. When he first discovered his ability, he would accidentally hypnotize people often. He was older now, and he has better control of it. "I don't know if they're coming anymore.."

König studied your face, tracing over your features. You were beautiful, in his opinion. Your hair framed your face perfectly, and your body seemed to only enhance your beauty. He nods and looks up at your eyes again, waiting. "Your friends abandoned you? How cruel..."

You snorted and shook your head. "No, they didn't do that." Your words slurred. "My Uber, I tried getting one but my phone died, after, it sent." You sigh and look down at your phone, then slowly turn your head. Your eyes met his. He had an alluring mix of green and blue eyes, they reminded you of marbles.

König stared up at you, watching you stare back. Then he spoke. "Come home with me, I'll take care of you." At this point, he knows he has you. Your eyes locked on his,half lidded and unmoving. There was a faint scent of arousal on you, but he decided he wouldn't fuck you. Some kind of guilt washed over him as he stared at you. Such a beautiful person who was alone, abandoned.

But then you looked away and hummed. "No thanks."

What the hell.

He stared at you dumbfoundly, watching as you let out a long yawn. You rejected him?? After he hypnotized you?

Maybe he didn't then? Did his hypnosis not work for some reason? He looked around, stood up and walked to a group of people. He pulled a guy aside quickly, ignoring his protests and looked him in the eyes. The guy froze and König spoke, "Go and punch that stranger."

The man turned and found the person, another male who was bigger than himself and right hooked him. The other man angrily punched back without hesitation, and a fight began to break out. Slowly, König's head turned towards you. You were clumsily standing up, and walking away. He watched then decided to follow behind you quickly.

So you were immune? Were you perhaps, also a vampire? König stopped you, standing in front of you and grabbing your face. "Hold still." He moved your lips and looked at your teeth. He stared, but your teeth shape didn't suggest fangs. They were normal. You groaned in annoyance and slapped his hands away.

"Let go of me you creep!" You shook your head but paused when he grabbed your face again. You looked up at König and he was staring you down intensely. As he did, you felt a slight headache surge through your head and you cringe. It happened before when you looked at him but you chalked it off as too much booze, not enough water.

"Come home with me." He said, more like demanded again, and you reached into your pocket.

"No!" You pull out your pepper spray and let rip across his eyes. He screamed and groaned, wiping them while you began to run back towards the club. He watched, the sting was already gone and his confusion was only intensified. You made it inside and shakily asked the bartender for help, who did so in a flash. They offered water and if you wanted to call the police but you denied the last, going with their first offer.

You were brought home, after getting your phone charged a little, you phoned your roommate and explained how you were attacked kind of. When you got back to your shared apartment, your roommate was outside waiting, with a gun.

You snorted, still in your buzzed state as you walked inside with her. "That guy is long gone, put the glock away." She seemed uneasy and started asking you dozens of questions.

You tried to give your full account of everything, but you were tired. You mentioned you kept getting a little headache but it was gone now. Then you mentioned how the man pulled at your lips to look at your teeth, which you were laughing about. Why was that so funny?

But your roommate looked terrified. You stopped laughing and calmly explained that you had the whole thing handled, and she nodded slowly. She helped you to bed and told you she'd need to talk with you in the morning. You thought you'd be getting a lecture of some kind, and you groaned at the thought.

As you drifted to sleep, you failed to notice the lurking figure looking at you through your 3rd story window.

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Recom Miles Quaritch x Fem Reader. Pt. 5

Well well well, here we are. Um, so I'm gonna be starting college in exactly a month...that'll be fun. And I'm looking for a job, that's fun. I got back from vacation in Arkansas and now I'm posting this from my boyfriends house. Yippee.

Warnings: Angst! Blood and death! Gun Kink! Degrading/Praising!

As always Minors DNI. Let me know if I missed anything...i posted this from my phone and it wouldn't let me edit sort of. Enjoy <3

Your eyes remained closed while your arms raised up, as if to protect you from gunshots. You expected to feel something, anything. Your body shook and when you heard something fall beside you, you finally opened your eyes and peered down. A quick inspection and you were fine, bullet free. “Oh god, Colonel you really shot them…” You heard Lyle mumble. Your head snaps to the side, Alex lay on the ground clutching their chest.

“Alex-” You fall to the ground and place your hands over their chest. They’d been shot in the left and right rib in lower and higher areas. “Oh god Alex, don’t-...I’m..I’m so sorry!” You knew you couldn’t save them. Their lungs were punctured on both sides and you had no equipment to help. Alex grabs your hand and you squeeze their hand, holding it with both hands. Your vision blurred with tears but you could see Alex barely give a soft smile. “Alex I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry..” Your voice shook and you brought their hand to your head. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not like this.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and let out a sob. Slowly, their hand lost its strength but you didn’t let go of it. Footsteps approached you but you didn’t look, you didn’t let go. “Doctor.” It was Z-Dog. “...We can’t do anything for them.”

You open your eyes, turning and looking up at her. Behind you, Miles spoke. “Dr. Alex was a traitor to our operation and I won’t be harboring any more traitors.”

“Alex could have faced a trial back at the camp.” You stood up quickly and turned to face him. “You killed them in cold fucking blood!” He didn’t show any emotion towards you. Trying to keep a fearless expression, you pull the gun off of Z’s hip and aim it at him. The rest of the team seemed to become apprehensive. Quaritch didn’t flinch, instead he smiled. “Tell me why I shouldn’t do the same!” 

He held his hand up, telling the team to lower their weapons while he inched closer to you. “Doc, everyone knows you’re not a killer.” His eyes were so relaxed, his ears were even perked upwards, as if he were more than happy to watch you threaten him. You knew if he got any closer he could snatch the gun away from you. You also knew any of the soldiers could shoot you down just like he did Alex. You felt your blood boiling at the thought. You wanted to look down at them but something kept you from doing so. Your finger twitched on the trigger and you realized their blood was still on your hands. 

“You didn’t need to kill them.” Your voice shook. Miles stopped. “You know they’re going to question you when we get back.” And a voice in the back of your head told you the same thing. In fact, what’s keeping him from killing you too? He must know, or at least have some idea this was all your plans, not Alexs’.

“And I’ll answer all their questions with the truth. As I said before. They were a traitor, communicating and possibly conspiring with the enemy. I wouldn’t take the chance of getting me or my team captured or killed.” He stepped closer and kneeled down. “What will you tell them after you’ve killed me, Doctor?” You felt a violent tremor shake your body as tears flooded out your eyes. Quaritch grinned at you and took the gun out of your hands. “Besides,” He pointed the gun at your shoulder and pulled the trigger two times. Two clicks sounded and you gasped, your face going pale. “You can’t kill anything with an empty chamber.” He tosses the gun back to Z-Dog. He then took something out his pocket and tied your wrists together.You look down to see he ziptied your wrists.  “We’ll have to question you back home. Now, let's set up a perimeter, we’ve already wasted enough daylight on this sob story.” 

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Every few minutes, Lyle and Z would glance back at you. Twice, Lyle had offered some water or a snack bar from the medic bag he confiscated. You didn’t answer him, or even look at him. Z-Dog gave Lyle an uneasy look, and Lyle sighed and shrugged. He decided he wouldn’t bother you anymore, knowing you were questioning the group of recombinant soldiers and their leader. Z was even more conflicted. She’s never seen you so intent to take someone’s life. When you pulled the gun from her holster, she was more worried about the repercussions you’d be facing rather than the death of Colonel Quaritch. Maybe she’d be worried about both but seeing you in a different light had (dare she say) frightened her. However, you never pulled the trigger.

Everyone in the group knew for certain you wouldn’t have pulled that trigger. 

You were sitting against a tree staring at a flower that resembled a lilly. It was better than looking at the tarp that covered the body. It was further away from you, closer to the trailer but you could still see it. The soldiers converse while glancing in your direction once in a while. You didn’t want to look at any of them. Could you trust any of them entirely anymore? You never should have put trust into them in the first place. It was a bad work decision. You were their doctor. They were your patients. 

Boots made their way towards you and you turned your head to look away. A sigh was given and then they squat beside you. Miles grabbed your hands and yanked them closer to him. You felt water hit your hands and turned to look at him. He was pouring out a water bottle over your hands. “I should have given you something earlier. Blood does stain after a while.” You wanted to yank your hands away but you could see in his eyes that he had consequences planned if you did. So you stared at him. Not in anger or in grief. You gave him a dead stare. Miles held your stare, then tilted his head down. “When we befriend people, and come to know and trust them, we look past their flaws. And when someone you know closely is accused of something outstanding, we tend to doubt and deny that of being possible.” He uses a torn cloth to wipe away the blood. “Most of the time we come to understand that what happened was not our fault. The person we thought we knew, was not who they made themselves out to be all along.”

“You didn’t have to kill them.” Your voice was low and hoarse. You didn’t realize it until now, but your throat was dry.

He ignores you. “But sometimes, we disagree with what we know.” His eyes meet yours. “We know better, know that deep down this person was committing serious crimes.” His stare was telling. Your eyes widened, because he knew. “But we choose to look past them anyway.”

He drops your hands but doesn't move. “I don’t understand what you’re after here. You know what I did. And from what I can tell you already knew.” You glance at the others but they aren't listening. “You didn’t shoot me because, what? You want more information? If you’re worried about someone shooting at us, well congratulations it already happened and it wasn’t the scientists hiding in the trees somewhere. It was you.” You spat out. “The scientists here aren’t out for blood like you, they just want food and supplies. That’s all I was doing, giving supplies.”

“Giving them coordinates to attack supply trains and use the Na’vi to take them down and steal the supplies. Correct?” He had taken his knife out when you weren’t looking and was playing with it, twirling it between his fingers. 

“The electric trains that carry weapons?" Your eyebrows knit together as you think. "I didn’t send info about them, only meals and first aid.”

He was quiet for a second. “Alex did.”

“How-...What? I don’t understand this, the scientists didn’t want weapons, they only wanted supplies…” You blink a few times while looking down. “Alex wasn’t, they didn’t have the scheduled times for the trains unless they were-”

There was some yelling from the jungle and one of the soldiers came out with a screaming and hissing Na’vi child. Miles was up and walking over to investigate. Another soldier came out with two more children. They seemed small enough but from this distance, they were definitely taller than you. There were four children in all, two boys and two girls by the looks of it. Then they found a human boy with long dreads and an oxygen mask. You decided it would be best to stay where you were.

Miles was asking each kid a question and none of them seemed to be happy about it. He had finally gotten to the human kid and squatted down. You watched their exchange last a minute or two, then Miles stood and said something to one of the soldiers. When you looked at the other kids again, you saw the older girl staring at you. You looked away and wished you weren’t in this situation. 

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It had been maybe 15 minutes and you noticed the children were whispering to each other in an almost panicked way. You look at the other soldiers but they didn’t notice. You stayed sitting against the furthest tree and decided you should probably get ready in case something happened. Which you were right. A soldier near you was shot with an arrow directly through his chest. You gasped and pushed yourself away. The rest of the soldiers were looking around, trying to see the attacker. You snap out of your trance and crawl over to the fallen soldier. You check his pulse but he was gone.  You reach into his holster and grab the knife to carefully cut the zip tie off. You then quickly run over to the kids and duck down near the oldest boy. He was pushing his siblings away but you held your hand out. “C’mon hurry up, there isn’t much time.” 

He stared at you skeptically but you sigh and grab his wrist, lucky that they were also cuffed with zip ties. “Why are you helping us?”

“I probably won’t be alive to help anyone later.” You got the tie off of him and handed him the knife. “Get your siblings free and hurry it up.” The sound of a helicopter made you look up. 

Above the trees, the helicopter that brought you all here was lowering. It wouldn't be able to touch the ground but it was blowing the trees away. You tried shielding your eyes from the flying pieces of leaves and sticks when an arm grabbed you. You gasped as you were hoisted up. Then the ground below you started getting smaller. You became motion sick but held it together. Inside the helicopter you were thrown into the seat, getting strapped in by Miles. Besides you, the human boy with dreads was huffing, as if he had been fighting. 

Miles looked at the both of you before sitting down in his own seat. You stared at him, then looked at the kid next to you. He looked like a teenage Tarzan, in a way. When he looked at you, you spoke to him. "I thought you got away with the others."

He didn't answer, only turning his head to look out the window of the helicopter. 

~~~

Once the helicopter was taken back to base, you and the kid were escorted into two separate rooms. The boy, Spider, didn't speak a word to you. You hoped he didn't think you were a part of this.

 Well, when you really thought about it, you were. Come on, you're their doctor. 

You hear the door open and look up, expecting the general or someone of high status to walk in and demand what all your crimes were. Instead, Miles walked in. He looked fine, but you could tell something was wrong. He came and sat down, sitting across from you. His fingers tap the table as he thought of what to say but you beat him to it. "Well, by that look and your posture I take it I'm going to be executed…"

His eyes shoot up at you. "You're not being executed, or tried. You were attacked, and killing Alex was the only thing I could do to save your life." 

You stare at him in confusion. "What? Attacked? I wasn't -"

"You got knocked on the head pretty hard, you found out Alex was a mole." He reaches up and pretends to touch your head but he yanks your hair. You yelp and reach up to grab his hands. "They hit you over the head with the bag, nearly finishing the job." He was staring at you hard, his jaw moved, like he was chewing something. 

You stare at him, slowly leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms. "Why are you helping me?" You whispered, not realizing you had lowered your voice. Miles only looked down at you, his chewing finally stopped. You thought maybe he was chewing the inside of his cheek or lip. 

"The doctors want to examine you, make sure you don't have any head trauma." He ignored your question but you felt that maybe you weren't ready to know his reasoning. He sighed and rubbed his face, finally muttering. "The boy we picked up."

"His name is Spider…I think."

"His real name is Miles, Miles Socorro." 

You met his eyes, confusion crossed your features once again. "Miles Socorro? What like, he's your son?"

He didn't answer yet. You really looked at him, then for odd reasons, your face flushed at the words coming from your mouth. 

"You're his father."

"That seems to be the case."

"So..then his mother-?"

"Died." His face was unreadable. "She fought in one of the last battles…and I thought she had left the planet with the baby. I was misinformed."

"Well babies can't travel in-"

"Yes I know I know." Miles sighed, finally looking at you. "we're trying to get him to tell us where the others are hiding."

You nod, looking down at the table at his hand. You ball your fingers into a fist but not out of anger. "What will happen to him after that?"

Miles seemed to be dreading that question. And he sensed you had more questions to ask. "I don't know. I didn't know he was here."

The door opened and a young woman around your age came in. "Sorry to interrupt, but we just need to check up on Dr. Linear." 

Miles smiled and stood up. "Of course, we don't want her passing out."

You look up at him, watching his face carefully. He didn’t give anything away, only walking towards you and helping you up out of the chair. The doctor informed you which room you’ll be heading to and Quaritch assured her you’d get there. Once the doctor left, he turned to you and looked at the side of your head. You stare up at him in confusion. 

“I’ll come by later. You’ll be given the rest of the day off to recover.” He leads you out the room. Before you turn away however he grabs your arm and yanks you closer to him. “And knock it off with this hero act. Before you really find yourself in some trouble.” He stares down at you, something hiding behind his eyes. 

“Or what? You’ll have to kill me yourself?” You shot back. He grabs the back of your hair and yanks your head up so you would look at him. He smiled slightly at the gasp you let out. 

“Careful princess, you’re not out of the fire yet.” His ear twitches when he hears people speaking down the hall and he lets go of you entirely. Turning, he walks away and you have to take a moment to compose yourself and curse at how easily you folded for him. 

The rest of your day went by rather quickly. You were examined, asked to do this and that. The doctor noted that you were lucky to leave with nothing but a bruise. It made your eyes narrow but you agreed. She didn't know better. 

You were given the rest of today and tomorrow off for recovery. The young doctor would notify your officers and the rest of your team that you would be out. But you had a feeling everyone already knew. She sent you on your way back to your room but you had other plans. 

Making sure no one watched you, you would enter your office and close the door. You looked around the office and were pleasantly surprised to find that everything was left untouched. You sighed while walking to your desk. You didn't have your keys on you so you couldn't unlock the drawer that hid your old Morse code machine. 

"How did I know I'd find you here?" A voice called from the door and you shot up from behind your desk. Of course, Quaritch was there walking in and closing the door behind him. You rolled your eyes and relaxed a bit. "Up to no good? Playing little miss hero again?"

"I'm not doing anything. I was just making sure my desk wasn't trashed." You shot back defensively.

"You were making sure no one found the communication machine hiding in your desk." He had raised his voice as he stepped closer to you. His ears were pressed back in aggravation. "You need to leave this alone." 

You were filled with rage again, boiling over the top and you rounded the desk so you were in front of him. "You need to leave me alone Colonel. You should have just fucking shot me while you had the chance!"

In the span of three seconds you were laying on your back on the desk with a gun pressed against the side of your head. Quaritch had his other hand spread against your chest with a smirk ghosting his lips. You had to catch your breath from how fast he had moved. "I believe it's time I put you back in line."

You narrow your eyes, almost ignoring the gun now. "Oh? Like how I had you on your knees last time we were in this ro-" his gun was shoved against your mouth and you let out an annoyed groan. It was a smaller gun, a pistol probably. But of course it was larger to comfortably fit the hands of the Na'vi soldiers. 

"Kiss it." He was staring down at you, his gaze was hard and something about that look made you shiver. You glanced down at the gun once again, then slowly up at him. You press your lips to the side of the gun and kiss it, then moving higher, you kiss it again. His eyes moved between your eyes and your mouth while that hard look he was holding faded. 

He pulls the gun away, then grabs your arms and holds them above your head on the desk. Then he places the barrel of the gun against your clothed womanhood. You struggled against his hold but knew you weren't going anywhere. "Miles what are you-"

"Shut up." He presses the gun against you and you gasp at the feeling. Then he holds it there. "Ride it." You looked up at him shocked and confused. "Buck your hips against the barrel or I'll fuck you with it instead."

You swallow thickly. Glancing down at the gun, you notice he never took his finger off the trigger. You bite your lip and do so. Letting your hips rise up off the table and slowly drag up the barrel of the gun. Then your hips move back down and you groan. You weren't a genius when it came to gun anatomy and names, so you couldn't say what was pressing against what. It was disgusting and dangerous. But…

It felt good. 

You move your hips again, eyes fluttering when something rubs against your clothed clit. Why did it have to feel so good? A chuckle breaks your focus and you look up at him.  "Who knew you were such a filthy slut? Look at you. Fucking yourself against my gun." He leans down and presses his mouth against your neck. "What a pretty little slut you are…" 

Your heart was racing and a whimper escaped your lips. You kept thrusting your hips against his gun while he pressed small teasing kisses against your neck. He wasn't giving you anything too heated which you hated. You needed him to touch you, bite you or something. Anything. 

"Miles please-" A shudder runs down your spine and you look up at him. 

He looks at you with that hard gaze. "Please-" he ruts the gun against your clothed cunt and you gasp. "-what?"

You wanted to cry out, but kept yourself composed. You slowly bring your hips up against the gun and back down with a soft moan. "Please fuck me."

He sighed while looking down at his gun. He pulls it away and chuckles softly. He puts the gun into his holster and turns his attention back to you. "Are you going to do what I tell you to?" You give a quick nod, desperate to feel him. "Good girl." He picks you up by the arms he was still holding and pushes you out the door of your office. 

You turn to him, confused as he closes the door behind him. He gives you a grin and puts his hands on his hips. "Go to your room. Get some rest. Maybe I'll visit you tonight, maybe I won't." 

And he turned away, walking down the hallway away from you. You took a step forward but paused. The nerve of this guy…to do what he just did and then leave like nothing happened! With a huff of frustration you turned and began heading to the rooms where you stayed. 

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Monster!König x Fem!Vet!Reader! Pt. 4

Perspective change cause the whole Monster!Konig thing gets on my nerves...

Warnings: None, just some light fluff and Monster Konig discovering things.

I'm slowly building up like, how he came to be what he is, and such. I don't think I'll go into details on how I think he was created. But I'll try to fill in gaps and such. I have a wicked crazy idea for later but I have to build up to it *insert the rubbing hands together evilly, here*

König never rode in the actual passenger seat of a vehicle. Last time he was in a vehicle he was hog tied and in the bed of a truck. So this was a nice change no matter how nervous he was. You, decided to show him everything inside your little car to try easing his anxiety. You show him how the windows work, how to turn the A/C on and off, hot and cold. Showed him the radio, the lights inside the car, the seatbelts and how to fasten them and then how to release it. He was intrigued, his tentacles curiously winding and rolling together.

König kept the window down the whole way to your house. He didn't enjoy any of the music so you both listened to the wind as you drove. Your house was secluded in a wooded area but near one of the parks. You had a decent sized home. It was a two bedroom, two bathroom house that had a lake down the hill from it. When you both got out the vehicle, Konig had walked straight to the lake to take a closer look.

You followed him down to the lake and put your hands in your pockets, smiling a little. "Is it as big as the one you live by?" You questioned as you looked up at him. He looked around carefully before finally answering.

"No. It seems like the one here is smaller. And is not connected to any other stream. Why?" He looked at you.

"Oh, well it is connected to a separate stream." You walked a little further and he followed. He watched as you pointed to a small area where the trees opened up, but it was across the lake. "There. The lake is by some camp grounds but there's a stream there. We can visit it later if you want." You look back at him. "But for now, would you like to help me cook some dinner?"

He could feel his tentacles shifting under his mask and he shifted his jaw. But he nodded and followed you back up the hill.

Entering your house was different from the vet hospital. First off, it smelled better. The smell didn't burn his nose. Instead he was surrounded by an artificial smell, something he knew had to have been produced by human. But he didn't find himself hating it. It was a background odor for him to ignore. For now, he inspected your little home. You watched as he wasted no time in looking around your home and gently touching things that fascinated him. You smile a little, curious about his curious nature.

He stopped when he saw a tank near the hallway. It was a large 50 gallon tank but filled with dirt. Some netting surrounded the interior and he looked closer, trying to understand what it was doing here. You came over and opened the top. "Would you like to see my pet hermits?" You gently pulled out a small hermit crab. It had a pretty but spotted shell. "This is Babes. She's pretty nice but she pinches sometimes." You gently set her back down and grabbed the other. "And this is Brownie. She's shy but she's also pretty nice." You held up the other hermit, who had a brown shell on. He couldn't see the hermit but he nodded.

"You name your food?" He asked, puzzled. You laughed in an almost panicked way and shook your head.

"They're not for eating! They're my pets. They were being sold by this man on the side of the road, so I take care of them." You set the hermit back into the terrarium and turned on a small dim lamp for them. "Konig, what all do you know about humans?"

He was surprised by this question and he looked around your living room. Konig had many ideas and assumption about human beings. But, he was worried how you would react to his dislike for most people. He shifted and looked down at you. "Well, they're odd. They keep other animals as 'pets', they burn their food before eating it. They also hate me. When most humans find out about me, they scream or try to hurt me." He watched your reaction carefully. "You're the only human that has not tried to hurt me."

You felt your heart drop at this, and he could see the frown on your lips. You nodded then asked him, "Well, I never saw a reason to hurt you because you didn't hurt me." You smiled a little. "You're also living in the hunting county. So maybe most people just think you're buck or some wild animal...I don't think most would purposely-"

"They do." He stopped you. "They know what I am." He looked away and you felt your stomach drop. You stepped a little closer and reached out to touch his arm. He flinched but you only touched him with your fingertips.

"I'm not going to hurt you. And I'm not going to let anyone try to hurt you. You're not a human being but you're not a monster either." You smiled at him. "C'mon, I'll start cooking for us and I'll tell you about some human traditions."

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"So, you allow yourself to sit down and let other humans hurt you, for hours and hours, so that you will have lines marked along your skin? Because you like it?" His eyes were stuck on the tattoo you had on your arm.

"Well, that's harder to explain. Some humans really like it, the pain, Some find it comforting and others find it excruciating! It depends on the human. But the reason is also a lot to explain." You sipped your tea. "Some humans like the looks and styles. Some want to have a picture or a design on them to remember something. Like, if someone close to them has died, then they may want to get their name tattooed onto their arm or hand."

He nodded and leaned closer, his eyes narrowing. "And you got this to remember someone?"

"No, I got this because I liked it, and I've always wanted to get a tattoo to see if I liked it." You smiled and shrugged your arm. "You can touch it if you want. It's been healed for years now."

He reached out and pressed his large hand on your arm. He was surprised it was smooth there, expecting a bumpy or rough texture. His fingers trailed down your arm to where the tattoo ended and he quickly retracted his hand. "I see."

You watched carefully as your heart sped up. He had a gentle touch, but you could feel his strength in it. You smiled and nodded. "So yeah, but um, I could also tell you about birthdays. Can you guess what those are?" You stood up and went to the stove. You opened the pot and stirred the food inside. Beside you, Konig walked over to lean back against the counter. You noticed he would stay close to you ever since you brought him inside and it made you smile. He reminded you of a small kid, in a sense.

"Birthdays. Is this a day where many humans are birthed alive?" He asked with all seriousness.

You giggled and looked at him. "That's a good guess but no, its usually just one person. So a birthday is the day a person was born. And usually every year they would celebrate it with people they are close with." You hummed. "My birthday already passed, but since I live alone here I just ate a slice of cake and watched a movie." You tapped your finger on the counter. "So, a birthday party is just celebrating that the year has passed and you've lived long enough to have surpassed it."

He nodded and looked at the pot of food. "And how are humans born?"

"Humans are born like, in a live birth. The mother has to pass them through her uterus." You thought about this and made sure he understood. "And human babies are born small and have to be taken care of most of their life. Until they reach adulthood. How were you born?"

Konig thought about this then answered. "I don't know. I only remember living in the lake all my life. My earliest memory is when I was smaller. And I found a small human who was my size. He was clinging to a log and was crying." He itched his neck as he recalled the memory. "I swam up to him and he screamed more. I couldn't talk so I tried to show him I could help him get back to the shore. I guess he understood, because he stopped screaming and he nodded his head. I knew humans didn't breath underwater so I kept him above water. After I got him to shore, he said something to me but I didn't understand." Konig stopped talking and then looked at you. "That is all I remember."

You pouted and tilted your head. "Well what happened after that?"

He shrugged and continued. "He ran away. So I left. I had to hunt for food."

"...Maybe he tried telling you thank you." You suggested. "But, that was a very nice thing you did for that boy. I think you probably scared him but, still. You saved his life."

He shrugged, looking down at you. "Perhaps." He watched as you lifted the spoon from the pot and blew on it. Then you carefully held up the spoon.

"Here, taste this." You said as you held it up some more.

He eyes the food sample before reaching up and dipping his fingers into the spoon, then shoving them under his hood into his mouth. He made a face before shaking his head and then taking a step back. "Ack! What is that? Why is...there's so much-..." He moved his mouth before he looked at you. "Why does this food have so many different tastes?"

You tried to search your brain to figure out what he meant. Then it clicked. "Oh! Flavor you mean? Um, there's spices in it. I used oregano, thyme, basil, paprika, turmeric..." you then tasted the food as well. "Hmm, it tastes fine to me. But I guess you've never had this before? Seasonings I mean."

"No, I've never had these 'seasons' before, on my food." He saw your quiet giggling and he felt his tentacles twitching under his hood. He disliked that he enjoyed your giggling.

"That's a crime in some states." You chuckled and turned the pot off. "Would you like some more to try again? If not, I could grill up some of the fish you gave to me." You wiped your hands on a towel and walked to the cabinet to grab two bowls.

He watched you as you reached up to grab them. His eyes wandered down you back and he felt his chest tighten so he looked away. When he looked at his own arm, Konig suddenly asked, "Who was that man with the dog? He seemed to be mad at you."

Your eyebrows furrowed at the question that seemed to come out of nowhere. You put the two bowls down and looked at him with a concerned look, but it softened. "That was Simon. He was upset because I wouldn't go out with him." You then looked at his healing dog bites as well and frowned. "He's usually a nice man, but he's pushy, and he has some problems. I don't like him because he can become violent when he doesn't get what he wants." Konig asked you to explain what you meant by 'asking out someone'. "So, that means to date someone." When he didn't understand that, you felt your cheek heat up. "Like, when one human wants to get to know another human but more personally, and maybe perhaps intimately. They go on a date, or go out and learn more about each other."

He felt his eyebrows furrow in a slow understanding. "Like, he was trying to mate with you?" His eyes widened. "That is why he brought you those flowers?" His back straightened. "He tried to force you to accept his courting item."

You put your hands up as if to calm him down. "Hey, its not like that. Humans have different ideas from 'mating'. I think anyways..." You chewed your lip. "Like I said, humans go on dates to know each other better before they decide to mate. And humans can decide if they don't want to continue or not. And I refused him."

He listened to your explanation and he nodded. So, human mating rituals were different than his. As he suspected. It was just additional steps. "This sounds like a long process for humans."

You smiled and nodded. "I couldn't explain dating to you tonight. Its too long and complicated. But, I'll fix you some food and I can show you a movie on the tv. Sounds good?"

Konig nodded a little, even though he wasn't sure how a movie or a tv worked. And he would have to ignore the crazy tastes that were in the food to please you. You already worked hard to make him this human dish, and he wouldn't make you work anymore.

I had to find someway to end this cause I wrote too much. There will be more. Obviously. I had a night of free time so, here's your late night snacks. Hope yall enjoy...

Next chapter will have more interesting subjects.

It looks like we're going with a little bit of both! Which, I didn't prepare for and it's also two days after Christmas but oh well. I'm gonna get started on a draft. Thank you all for participating!

An idea popped up.