It Looks Like We're Going With A Little Bit Of Both! Which, I Didn't Prepare For And It's Also Two Days

Me: *proud I wrote and posted something tonight.*

Me: *reading other people's works and seeing how detailed and in-depth their fics go.*

Me: *throwing my phone across the room*

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.

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.

The 141 helping you study for finals?

Fluff. Boys being Boys.

Johnny is looking over your previous tests with a pout. "D'you even need to learn all this shit? Dn't seem useful at all." He looked over your study guide, then back at the rest paper he was holding. "Oh. Add this 'ere line of mess. Looks important."

Simon took the paper from him and eyes the section he pointed to. "It's already written in the study guide. Stop buggin 'em Johnny." Simon walks up to you and sets down your water bottle with some ice and fresh water inside. "Drink at least half of that before bed."

You smiled and gave a soft 'yes sir'.

Kyle scoots over to your side. "Okay. I found that answer for the question on number 7." He shows you the answer on his phone and you read over it.

"Ohh, okay okay that makes sense." You smiled at him and began typing it into your growing study guide. "Thank you Kyle."

Kyle beams and looks over at Johnny while secretly sticking him the middle finger. Johnny points threateningly at Kyle but he couldn't help the smirk on his lips.

Price walked over, setting down a bowl of some of your favorite fruits. "Alright sweetheart. You've got an hour left. Then it's off to bed. Sleep is more important than cramming in information. Need an alert mind for those tests." He ruffled your hair as he passed you behind the couch.

"Alright. I'll stop adding to my list and just...study I guess." You pursed your lips and looked over your screen a few times.

The four men sit quietly as you read over your paper, but Johnny was slowly reaching for the fruits. Simon reached over and slapped his hand. "Leave it."

The Scottish man was hissing in agitation. "Fine! Jeez..."

Kyle had an arm slung behind you on the couch as he looked over your study guide with you. "I think you've got this next exam in the bag."

Price was sitting in a recliner, opening his tablet to play a game on it. "No doubt about it. But also if you want us to leave you to study in silence, we can do that."

You looked up at all four of them and gave a quick smile. "Nah. I like having you guys here." You looked back down at the screen and began reading over the beginning again.

You're gonna do great on your finals.

(You're gonna do great on your finals!!)

Text message between you and Simon:

You: MY ROOMMATES CAT JUST HISSED AT ME AFTER PETTING THEM 😭💔😭

You: I THOUGHT THEY LOVED ME

Simon: cats are jerks, yeah.

You: Cats don't ever hiss at me! Am I bad??? Did the cat sense evil in me??

Simon: you're overreacting.

You: Would you hiss at me if you were a cat??

Simon: that's a weird question love.

You: ...would you?🥺

Simon: ...

You: ....

Simon: nah. I'd just leave hair all over ya like you do in my shower.

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."

~

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."

~~~

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

Konig x FemReader Pt. 2

Bing bong, I'm gonna post Konig's pov in a few...I'm gonna try updating some other fics first so gimme a few.

Warnings: Little bit of violence, mentions of 'implied' rape. Knife use, some blood description. And spit. *wink*

Again, I used Bing to translate so if its patchy then I am sorry.

Enjoy<3

So, you weren't dead yet. But damn did you wish you were. You woke up to the sound of screaming coming from other rooms. However when you opened your eyes, you were met with a dark fabric over your eyes. There was a bag over your head, and after pulling at your arms you found you were also restrained to a chair.

Lovely, you thought bitterly.

You just close your eyes and focus on the sounds around you. There were some people speaking, sometimes yelling. You couldn't make out what they were saying but you were positive it wasn't in English. However, the pained screams and pleas that followed definitely sounded English.

You could hear footsteps as well, but you didn't know if you wanted them knowing you were awake yet. You won't get anywhere if you kept playing opossum, you knew that much. But you also knew that whatever was going to happen to you was inevitable unless you found a way to escape wherever you were.

As if on que, you heard footsteps walking your way. You listened as they got closer before eventually pausing. Your head was still tilted down so it looked as if you were unconscious.

"Bist du schon wach, kleine Maus?" Your eyebrows furrowed at the recognition of that voice. Your head tilted up and you hear a soft 'aah'. Before he could speak again you spoke up instead.

"If this is the same guy that attacked me in that building, you're gonna need to get a translator cause I don't know what the hell you're saying." You raise your head some more as you hear the protest whining of an old door hinge. Then those heavy footsteps came closer to you. You sat up as straight as you could.

An amused chuckle made your skin break out in goosebumps. He paused in front of you and you could hear him doing something. When he spoke again, his voice was below you. He was kneeling down in front of you.

"I know English. Do not worry Fräulein. Did you rest well?" You grit your teeth at his question.

"You mean that concussion you gave me? Wonderful. The chair I woke up tied to? Oh, and the bag over my head was such a nice touch." You couldn't help the bitter sarcasm spewing from your lips. You were in a shitty situation and you were scared. There wasn't much else you could do to mask it.

The man before you let out a little chuckle again. You jumped as you felt the bag being ripped off your head. Your eyes had to adjust to the lighting even though it was pretty dim. You blink and feel your skin grow cold at the sight of him before you. He was still wearing that hood, and his eyes were still as chilling as they were before.

"So sassy. Tell me, are you scared Fräulein?" He drops the bag on the floor and stands up to his full height. "I could imagine the things that are running through your little head." His hand found the side of your cheek and you pulled your head away from his touch. He tisked at your little action, letting his hand fall behind your neck and graze across your skin.

"You should have killed me when you had the chance." Your voice was low, threatening but not as menacing as you hoped. "Because when I get free of these restraints, I'm going to kill you myself."

"Ah well," He laughed, having to pause before he continued. "Will you? Really?" He suddenly had your throat in his grip, making you tilt your head up to look at him with a gasp. "You could have let me die in that building, yes? That helicopter crash could have killed me, maybe wounded me. You had enough time to jump out the way but-" He squeezes your throat and inches closer to you. "You saved me instead. Why?"

He finally let's go of your throat and you gasp for air, glaring at him as he finally settles in front of you. He kneels in front of you so he could get a better view of you. You hold his stare for maybe thirty seconds. He was very patient. You finally looked away, his gaze was heavy, but curious. Not to mention his eyes...

"I don't know." You answer slowly and sitting back in your chair. "I-" you went to answer but closed your mouth. "Look I don't know, force of habit to help teammates I guess?"

"I am not one of your teammates." He chimes in quickly.

"Yeah I know that! I don't know why I saved your sorry ass! Maybe I didn't want your blood splattering on me and ruining my clothes!" You glanced at your lap and you froze. "Where's my uniform?" You just noticed you were wearing what looked like loose jogging pants. Your eyes narrowed as you looked at your shirt. It was a large loose grey shirt.

"Oh yes, I changed them. You had lots of pockets, lots of hiding spots. I didn't want you pulling a weapon out of nowhere." He laughed and reached behind him. He pulls out your pocketknife. The one you stabbed into his thigh before running. "Dein kleines Messer." He smiled and opened it.

You watched carefully, feeling your heartbeat picking up. The thought of this fuck changing you and seeing you nude made your heart sink but you had bigger problems now. You couldn't help the line that spilled out. "Oh I was wondering where I left that."

He laughed a dry little laugh, tilting his head up at you and twirling it slowly. "I should return it. Ja?"

He held the knife up and you knew exactly what he was about to do and you yelled quickly. "No don't!" You squeezed your eyes shut but never felt the knife make contact with your skin. You look and see the knife tip hovering above the fabric of the pants.

"Ah you're right, I wouldn't want to have to change your pants again." You made a face at his remark. He was smirking, you just knew he was. "The first ones were hard to get off." He instead brings the knife up to your lips, pressing the tip of the blade to your lips. "I should repay you for those wounds you gave me. But it can wait."

You kept still as the knife slowly drags across your lips. "Yeah, and who knows what fucking blood diseases you have hidden on that knife-" He suddenly sliced your bottom lip, making you cry out in shock. You already tasted the blood spreading across your tongue. Your eyebrows furrow together and you look up at him. "Great now I have it too."

"You do not know when to quit talking." He was observing the blood on the knife. "I will fix that soon." He looks at you, and you can see the smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes.

You smiled back.

Then you spit the blood that had pooled in your mouth onto his face and mask. He yelled something in German and you laughed. He stood up quickly and used the end of his foot to tip your chair back. Your eyes widened as it tilted and you stare up at him. He scoffs and pushes the chair back with force. You fell back with a thud, groaning slightly. Then you laughed and let your head lay against the concrete floor beneath the chair.

"I should have my men come here and teach you a lesson." He hissed while walking up to you. "I'll enjoy hearing your cries for mercy." He puts his boot on your chest and presses down.

"Oh?" You coughed out, trying to keep your voice steady. "What's your name? So I'll know what to scream for you- fuck!" You groan as he pressed his foot down harder. He growled as he turned his body, walking away from your tied self. You thought he was leaving but never heard the door close.

"I will be back, and I will not be so sweet next time." You heard the door close again. You were left on the floor in a dark room. There was a little bit of light streaming in through an open window on the door. Other than that, the room looked like an old-fashioned prison cell. You started twisting your body. You flip the chair that was on its back to lay on its side. You began to slowly twist your hands and try to find a loose strap in your restraints.

⁘Translations⁘

Bist du schon wach, kleine Maus? - Are you awake yet, little mouse?

Fräulein - Miss

Dein kleines Messer. - Your little knife.

Ja? - Yes?

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.

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

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