Do You Have Any Idea Of When You Might Post Pt.4 Of Your Miles Quaritch X Reader Series?

A bit under the weather.

I've been feeling out of it, it's ame thing but I'll snap out sooner or later. Sorry that my updates aren't coming as my much as before.

Stay tuned, but go grab a snack or a lil drink while you wait.

Me fr rn

A Fly on the Wall (FemReader x Ghoap.)

Warnings: masturbation, thoughts of fucking, perverted deep thinking (me everyday probably) Ghoap x reader. Mentions of fucking. Established relationship (Simon x Johnny) some voyeurism mentioned? Getting caught kink

A pervy-ous situation wink wink. But for real tho I feel like I used their names too much to make sure everyone knows who's who. And in such a comfortable setting I feel they would use their normal names/nicknames for each other. I used Ghost once but you guys will tell when and why.

Enjoy, bone apple teeth-

What else could Johnny say except he didn't expect to find you humping your pillow. On a camera he set up. In his own room...

Earlier.

You came over to Johnny and Simon's house for the night so that the three of you could carpool tomorrow night to meet with Price and Gaz. And it wasn't out of the ordinary for you to sleep over. Johnny and Simon loved having you around. You helped clean, you cooked amazing food, and even helped to settle arguments between the couple. Or sometimes you'd start them, always a friendly bickering though.

And weeks ago, Johnny had set up a camera in his and Simon's room. Mind you that this was weeks before anyone planned on meeting up or carpooling. He just wanted to try to catch the sleep talking that Simon says he does.

"Can't understand a word you say." Simon had told him. "N' I thought I had gotten pretty good at makin sense of you talking everyday." And he let out a single chuckle before sipping his tea. He was so proud of his little joke, Johnny thought as he rolled his eyes.

So Johnny had hoped that he could catch what his dreaming self had said. And there was one instance that he did mumble something incoherent. But, the Scottish man did have a grand time rewatching him and Simon fuck. All the feed on the computer for both him and Si to comment and point at. As if watching a YouTube video.

Another week passed and he forgot about the camera. Not entirely but with planning a meet up and a sleep over, the camera thing was pushed to the back of his mind.

Then you came over to sleep. Normally you would be sleeping in the guest bedroom, but there were boxes on the bed and in the room. That was entirely Johnny's fault, and he took blame. When you had offered to take the couch, Simon scoffed.

"Absolutely not. Since this bloke forgot to clean out the room, he can get the couch. You take our bed for the night."

"And where will you sleep?" Johnny smirked.

Ghost stared him straight in the eye. "On you. Since you forgot to clean out the spare room." And Johnny didn't know if he should be scared or turned on...

So you went to their room, and he remembered you mentioned taking the pillow from the spare room because it was comfortable. He didn't think much of it.

Now.

In the early hours of the morning, Johnny was the first to wake. He fixed himself a cup of coffee and went to his computer. He intended to look back at some recipes he saved. (He was planning on surprising both Si and you with something new for breakfast. As an apology.) But he saw his camera app icon blinking. He cursed himself, knowing he forgot to stop the recording for last night.

He sighed and opened the app. He'll delete the footage of you sleeping. He didn't want to be seen as a creep. And he'll remember to tell you about the camera. The application was still loading, while it did a goofy smile found itself in his lips. What if there's footage of you snoring like a beast? Or maybe you fart in your sleep? He chuckled to himself, knowing that would be the best thing to ever find.

How wrong he would be.

The video feed finally came up and he played it, speeding he film up by 5x. It started from yesterday morning. He sees Simon's half naked figure getting up first, then coming back and waking Johnny up. He felt a little warmness in his chest at seeing it again, but kept watching. The two got dressed and then there was a gap where no activity happened.

Johnny hummed and paused, moved the feed forward and paused when you came into view. From there he played the video at 2x. A proud smile on his face as he was prepared to catch you snoring. As the video played out, you tossed and turned on the bed. Then you played on your phone. It was a back and forth and Johnny had checked the time stamps. It would be close to midnight and you were still awake.

He crossed his ankle over his knees while he thought back to how late him and Simon were up. His heart skipped when he realized that you might have been awake long enough to hear them screwing on the couch. The man mumbled a curse under his breath and looked back at the camera, ready to speed it up again when he saw at what part he was on.

You were on your hands and knees, back arched beautifully with your head bowed. Between your legs was the pillow from the spare room, scrunched in on itself. The Scott spit out his drink and paused the computer. He stood up and coughed up the coffee he accidentally inhaled.

"Bloody hell Johnny what are you doing in there?" Simon's groggy voice called from the couch. Johnny cleared his throat, but offered no explanation. His eyes darting to the hallway where the room was. You weren't awake. And he knew he should just be a good friend and shut the computer. Or even better, delete that footage.

But. He couldn't.

After a couple of long debating minutes, Johnny rewinded the video back carefully. He let it play at regular speed and watched the scene unfold. You sighed and sit up, your eyes darting to the door. You paused and he knew you were listening to them making love on the couch. Johnny's heart hammered and he covered his mouth.

You ran your fingers through your hair and laid back. After a few more minutes, you reached below the blankets and Johnny froze. He could see how your eyes closed. And beneath the blankets, your legs moved up. The video quality was good enough that he could see your eyebrows furrow in frustration. Then you moved and got up on your knees. Moving to the foot of the bed, you took the pillow you were using to lie on and folded it in half. Then you carefully got on top of it and looked at the door.

Johnny couldn't hear himself and Simon on the camera, but he knew you could. Something about this idea...it made him shiver in delight. Then you started to rock your hips. Slowly at first. You started building up speed and kept looking back at the door. He could see how you bit your lip, how your brows knit in concentration. Your mouth opened and Johnny leaned in, as if to try and hear you. But you ducked your head and closed your mouth. He found himself a bit disappointed, but before he could continue watching, Simon was standing up from the couch and stretching.

Johnny closed the computer and rested his arms atop. He didn't know his face was red. But he knew about the tightness in his pants. Shame blossomed all throughout his body and Simon looked at him, closely. He glanced between the computer and his boyfriend, before raising his brow. "Watching smut this early in the morning?" He walked over while stretching his shoulder. "I told you I don't mind it...but in the kitchen?" He stopped besdies Johnny and he could practically see the beads of sweat.

Simon's tone was softer when he spoke again. "Something else?"

Johnny sighed and opened the computer, waiting for the screen to come on again. "Si I dinnae mean to catch it! I was only watchn'to see if I could fine' dirt over th'lass n git a good laugh-" His words were more Scottish and more jumbled than Simon could ever have imagined. When the screen was opened and the video played, Simon hummed.

"I don't mind you watchin a woman gettin off either, Johnny." His sleepy mind didn't comprehend what he was seeing. Then it was like his brain did a double take and he was leaning over to look closer at the screen. "Hold on. Is that-" and then he realized what he was seeing, who he was watching and he stood up straight again. "Oh fuckin hell."

Now the both of them were staring at the screen. But Simon was analyzing everything. "I said it was an accident. Forgot about the camera I had in there." Johnny mumbled, rubbing his face again. "I just wanted to see if I could y'know! Catch her snoring or somethin wild..."

"Something wild indeed." Simon mumbled making Johnny nearly groan at the terrible joke. But then Simon was making connections too. His eyes darting at the time stamps and seeing how you kept looking to the door, as if listening. "She gettin off to hearin us?" Johnny nodded, not surprised that he caught on that quick. Then Simon huffed. "I hope she isn't using my pillow..."

That earned a slap to his shoulder and a quick correction that you were using the pillow from the spare room. They continue to watch the video, and watched as your hips bucked wildly. Your head fell back as you reached your end and both men kept their eyes between your blissed out reaction and your hips as they stuttered to a slow stop. But you slowly kept going and Johnny had to adjust himself, cursing again.

Simon had to shift from foot to foot, his own problem arising at the video. He sighed and tapped his fingers against the table.

What they didn't know, was they shared the same thought. How you got off to them, made them both hot and bothered. Not only that, but seeing you in such a primal desperate position? Humping a pillow to the moans and grunts of them fucking in the next room while you nearly ripped the sheets from gripping them so hard. Your hips imitating the idea of yourself on top of one of them, trying to find release in the idea that you could have been there with them last night...

Simon groaned and looked at Johnny, who looked up at him. Johnny swallowed thickly before asking. "What should we do?"

Si seemed to perk up and he walked behind Soap who was sitting in the chair still. He pressed his half hardened cock against his back to conceal it while reaching over to the laptop and exiting the camera app. Johnny didn't question it the moment you shuffled in and mumbled a sleepy good morning to the both of them. They gave you a greetings back, watching you carefully.

You yawned and went to the fridge. Opening it up, you take out a water bottle and turn to the two men. "I'm gonna go shower in the guest bathroom. If you guys want I could make breakfast after I'm done." You still looked half asleep and likely you didn't notice how stiff their postures were.

Simon hummed. "No need sweetheart. Johnny was just about to get started on some pancakes. Want a stack?" His tone was even without a hint of worry in it. Practiced, Johnny thought.

You smiled at the both of them. "Yeah I'd like that. Thank you." You turned to walk down the hall but paused. "Oh and I have to say, the bed you guys have is so comfortable." You chuckled. "It smells like the both of you but I didn't mind it."

And you walked to the spare bathroom, not noticing how Johnny's jaw slackened and how Simon's grip on the back of the chair tightened. The door closed and Johnny spoke up. "We're bad friends."

Simon shook his head. "No we're not...like you said it was an accident... Y'know friends walk in on their friends changin or getting screwed all the time."

Johnny stood up and put his hands on his hips, his hard on evident through the thin pajamas. "But this? I don't know if I can laugh this one off Si." Simon was looking down at his partner, taking in the situation and then stepped close to him. "I don't know what we should do...confess?"

Simon reached forward and cupped Johnny's face, humming. "We'll ask her. I can coax it out of her if it makes you feel better." And he smirked when he saw how Johnny frowned in disapproval. "I won't say anything that will make her mad. Just ask her some questions... we'll all talk this out together."

He leaned in and kissed him, his hand pulling Johnny's head closer to his own. He had kissed back while his hands went to Simon's waist and gently pulled away. "You're not helping this situation."

Simon smirked. "We have 30 minutes. You make the pancakes and I'll fix the both of us out." He leaned in and pressed his lips to Johnny's neck, while his hands moved down the front of his pants. "You gonna start on that batter? Don't keep our girl waiting..."

A/n: (Pervy-ous.)Pervious is a gap between spaces of rock that allow water to pass through. Idk why I thought pervious meant like mischievous? Lol. Shoot me.

I took care of my friend when he was sick and hurting. I missed school to stay with him. I gave him medicines, I got him food and water (went to the store and got him Gatorade) and I let him sleep in my bed. And I told him I would stay with him till he got better.

He called me a bastard because I 'kicked him out' while he was still sick.

So that day my family was having a bbq, and I wanted to go but I didn't know if I should have left him at my apartment because I didn't know if my roommate would have said something about him being there when I wasnt. I thought this was reasonable.

He said he would go to someone else's place, he even texted and asked them if he could go and they said yeah. So he left, and I even offered to drive him there and then when he was feeling better, he can come back and get his truck.

He said I was kind of a bastard for kicking him out.

What?

What.

I'm shaking.

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.

Update <3

I've seen everyone that asked to be tagged in my full fic, and I will I promise!

I have to study for finals. I have two super important ones on Monday kill me and then a final due Tuesday im gonna cry in the shower tonight.

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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. 

~~

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 Vet!Reader pt. 3

Did I hit 100 followers? I'm actually literally buzzing I'm so excited lol

A/n: I made a familiar character the bad guy, and I started color coding people except König. If I colored König he'll be green but for now he'll stay colorless.

Warnings!: Dog attack, rivalry, dog bite, violence(towards animal)

M!König: Who made another bundle of fish just for you. He made sure to catch more of the ones you stated you had liked. The lake he lives in was huge, and a river connected it to various other lakes so it was always stocked up. He knew he needed to stop this, so he promised himself that this would be the last gift. Then he'll have to leave, move to a different lake. Even though he didn't want to.

M!König: Who, when he arrives at your vet clinic, sees you speaking to an older gentleman who has a leashed dog at his side and a bundle of flowers in his other hand. You seemed frustrated and shook your head up at the man, who in response had shifted impatiently. Enter, Hunter!Simon, who was trying to convince you that one drink with him will be good for you.

M!König: Who walked up to the both of you, holding the bundle of fish and glaring down at the man. He has blonde hair, scars across his pale skin and grey cold eyes. But König's eyes could be colder. You looked between the two men, sensing some kind of conflict arising internally. Clearing your throat, you told Simon he should leave, and that you declined his offer.

Hunter!Simon: Who was staring up at König with a menacing look. Something was off about this guy. Was this the bloke that you were seeing? And why did he wear a hood over his face. He noticed the bundle of fish and snorted a little. "Tha' all you can catch? If you're tryin t' impress her, that ain't gonna do it." He stared up at König but the mans face never changed. Riley, his dog, growled lowly as König stood there and looked down at them.

M!König: Who glared down at the dog next. Then answered coldly, "What use would she have for flowers? At least I catch her food, while you lazily pluck her weeds." He nearly snarled. Simon threw the flowers down while his dog growled louder, crouching in an attack position. Simon was close to raising his voice, both in heated anger and because Riley was barking louder. You stepped in, pushing the both of them back which caused Riley to jump up to attack, but König was pulling you out of the way before it registered to either one of them.

M!König: Who took the full on harsh bite of the K-9, kicking the dog away while Simon angrily yelled at him. But you were telling at Simon to leave or else you'd call the police. König watched as you threatened the blonde man while using your body to shield the much larger man. It made his heart swell despite the bleeding bite wound.

Vet!Reader: Who watched Simon and Riley walk back to his truck and drive away. You were quick to help König inside and treat his wounds. You had some healing ointment and rabies shots lined up but König was quick to stop you, explaining this was nothing. You knew König was different, so... You trusted him on this. Then when König was standing up, you wrapped your arms around him in a hug. "You didn't have to do that...but thank you."

M!König: Who was blushing like crazy. His tentacles were more actively shifting beneath his hood but he hugged back stiffly. He cleared his throat. "I'm used to dog bites... And hunters." he shrugged. He watched you pull away and then your hand reached up to his tentacles, and some eagerly wrapped around your finger to which you smiled happily. He was a big blushing mess now but he wouldn't pull away.

M!König: Who was surprised when you offered to cook food for him. It's been a very long time since he ate cooked(human) food. But with you? He eagerly agreed. When you asked what he could eat, König proudly announced anything, except the funny tasting bottle drinks. You held back your giggles and he noticed.

A/n: Damn, this is sounding like a retelling of Beauty and the Beast🤦 Also ! If y'all don't want me to use Simon as bad guy I can change that. But I had a little background on Hunter!Simon.

Basically, after the war and he retired, he moved to this unnamed small town and took up hunting. Kind of a bad ending Simon cause it more or less makes him feel alive when he hunts. So instead of hunting for food, he hunts for fun. (Which, veterinarian you hates.) Hunting for fun and not food is a big no no where I live so I thought why not sprinkle conflict-

Like I said before, I can change his character so that it's not Simon but instead it's some random NPC with a shit name. Y'alls call.

Did y'all know my 12 year old sister knows I be swooning over the cod men, and relentlessly teases me about it. (Her and my dad play Cod. Like they are crazy fucking good at it.)

Well I was in the car with her once and I had my Tumblr open. And my mom asked me a question so I leaned forward to talk to her about it. And when I looked at my sister, she was looking at my phone and eyeing the gif of Ghost leaning forward wearing that fitted grey long sleeve? (It was the opening of a fanfic)

And she eyeballed me because she suddenly knew just how sad I was. She knew exactly what kind of dumb shit I read now

And she started laughing and talking but I clamped a hand over her mouth and I kept saying "SHUT UP SHUT UP ILL GIVE YOU TEN DOLLARS IF YOU SHUT UP."

And my clueless parents kinda kept glancing and chuckling thinking we were just playing around. Meanwhile I was fighting for the rest of my dignity in that backseat and she was ready to out me to my dad.