Bruh My Most Popular Post As Of Rn Is The Text Messages Between Reader And Simon Riley.

Are you gonna post part five of Recom Quaritch x reader? I really liked it but you haven’t been very active on here since the last part.

I'm sorry about that. I shouldn't be using excuses but I had a lot going on. I have part of Pt. 5 written I just need to finish it up and go over it. Sorry again and to everyone else who was waiting.

Invisible Man x Reader pt. 3

I'm tired, I'm a little drunk. I finished my first year of college. And I'm hungry. I'm sorry t took so long.

Warnings: mentions of poison, mentions of suicide by drinking (nothing serious) slight mention of past abuse (you'd have to squint), some drinking, male masturbation, mentions of sex.

Minors DNI, everyone else, enjoy :)

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You turned on your side and kept your eyes closed. Breathe in, breathe out. Again. Then you sigh. You weren’t able to sleep, and being in an unfamiliar old room wasn’t helping. Griffin wasn’t wrong when he said the room hadn’t been used in years. You could see dust particles floating about the moment he opened the door. It was an old bedroom, with a dresser, a vanity, and a large bed. All covered in dust. You made a face when he first showed it to you. Not wanting to seem ungrateful, you grabbed a duster and a broom. It was 11 o’clock at night when you finished cleaning, but you were satisfied.

After Griffin brought you some of his clothes to sleep in, you thanked him and wished him a good night. He did the same and retreated into his bedroom. You got dressed, giggling at yourself for wearing even more men’s clothes, then got into the dust-free bed. The blankets were cool and fluffy, and the extra pillows on the bed made you feel as if you were lying upon the clouds. So, you lay there, staring up at the ceiling. Your fingers twisted at the fabric on your chest, and you inhaled to sigh but paused. Your eyes scan the shirt; then slowly, you lift it to your nose. You take a small sniff, and your nostrils are greeted with the faint scent of soapy sage wood and musk.

You blink, feeling how hot your face became. You sniff again, then let go of the shirt quickly; the fabric settles on your chest. How perverted you must seem right now! You close your eyes and frown as guilt begins to worm its way into your chest. Guilt for taking Griffin’s clothes, his room (even though he said he’s never used it), and guilt for leaving your fiancé all alone to cook and clean for himself. You open your eyes again and stare up. No, you knew it wasn’t guilt that made you think of your fiancé. It was fear, but you wished it was guilt. You silently wished that you could play the role of a good wife, like he said earlier. Your mother would have scolded you, should she be living in the same town. But your father? You smile softly, knowing he would probably knock the teeth out of your fiancé for ever hurting you.

You missed your parents terribly You knew moving to a larger city would be a challenge, especially for a single woman with no great status. You met with Johnathan, the son of your mother’s friend. He offered you a residence and food if you married him. And, of course, that sounded like a dream come true! And John was sweet, most of the time. But it didn’t sit right with you. Staying in that house and doing nothing all day except clean and cook and occasionally birth a child. You frowned again, looking away from the ceiling.

Then you met Griffin. The albino man who works with chemicals, solutions, poisons, and antidotes. He didn’t see you as a future housewife or mother, he saw you as an extra pair of hands that could be taught. You remember when you asked him why he allowed you to work with him. He looked over at you, still visible at the time. He had handsome features when his face wasn’t scrunched up in annoyance. Even despite his pale nature, he was beautiful. “You’re a capable human being with the same brain as a man. It’s ridiculous that some must be antagonized because of one’s gender. Women have gone to war, and hunted, why should I care…” He looked away and hummed. “You’re smarter than most men and women I’ve met anyway, I think that earns you a place as my research assistant, wouldn’t you agree?”

A smile graces your lips as you recall the memory. He’s been nothing but kind to you. He hasn’t yelled at you for breaking a vile, or sneered at you for cooking something he didn’t like. Though it’s rare to receive praise from the man, but you didn’t mind. He would speak up about something he didn’t like. One time you cooked a beef stew when it was cold out, and he ate two bowls worth. He left all the carrots inside the bowl however, then admitted that he hated carrots. So, you don’t cook with them anymore. Another time, you were cleaning the inside of a beaker, and he suggested a different way of cleaning and drying them, so your fingerprints didn’t stain the glass.

You sit up slowly and throw the blankets from your body. You decided you would go and drink a glass of water, hoping somehow that would help you sleep. Carefully you move across the floor and towards the door. Once you open it and peek outside, you spot Griffin’s door already open. You look towards the stairs, and you spot a faint light flickering below. Being careful not to make a sound, you head for the stairs and make your way down. In the lab, the light was brighter. A candle was lit and sitting on the counter, around the way was a headless and handless body. You watched for a moment as he moved, and you could notice when he turned his head by the way the collar of his shirt would bend.

You cross your arms and stand at the entranceway of the lab. “Griffin.” Your voice was soft but it didn’t stop him from jumping in surprise. His body turned towards you and he set down a book he was looking over. “I see you can’t sleep either.”

“Apologies if I disturbed your sleep.” He stretched his back then looked down at his desk. “I’ve discovered I can’t sleep without a blind on; my eyelids are invisible, so I see right through them. I’ve also discovered I don’t quite like sleeping with a blind on.” He sighed in annoyance. You took a seat across from him at the table.

“You didn’t disturb me. I suppose I couldn’t sleep with so many thoughts in my head. Worrying thoughts.” You look at the shirt, then let your eyes wander up to look at the invisible mass, where you know a pair of eyes are studying you. “I thought maybe a glass of water might help.”

A short ‘hmph’ sounded from his throat and he stood up. “I’ll join you. You know what they say really helps you to sleep? A glass of whiskey.” He walks to the kitchen with his candlestick leading the way. A smile forms on your lips and you tilt your head.

“You have whiskey? I didn’t know you indulged in that type of alcohol.” You follow him into the kitchen as you hear him mutter.

“I own one bottle of whiskey, a gift from an old friend. However, I also own a bottle of wine, also a gift. I only indulge when I think I’ve deserved some.” He opens a cabinet and takes out a beautiful-looking bottle of whiskey. “Or for a special occasion. Both don’t happen often.” He looks over the bottle, then looks at you. “Care for a taste?”

Your nose scrunched and you gave a nervous smile. “I’ve heard terrible things about whiskey. Like how disgusting it is…and how violent people become…” Your smile falters, and he notices. His thoughts carry to your fiancé’s drinking habits.

“I can assure you that it’s not the alcohol that makes you violent, it’s the person that acts upon it themselves.” He looks over the whiskey and then at you. “And I promise that one drink will not get you drunk.”

You weigh over the idea, knowing you’ve never had whiskey before but have heard a lot about it. “All right, I’ll try a little bit.” Griffin takes out two glasses and sets them down. He opens the whiskey, and you realize he’s never opened it before tonight. As he’s pouring, you ask, “Whiskey is a Scottish drink, correct?”

“Correct.” He closes the alcohol and puts it away. “The man that gifted it to me, traveled to Scotland himself and picked this up at a shop. He told me Scott’s drink as if the world is ending tomorrow.” As he handed you the glass of alcohol, he hummed and mumbled. “He warned me this stuff was strong.” He raises his glass, and you stare at him. He then reaches over to grab your hand holding your own glass, lifting it up as well, before tapping his glass against yours. “Cheers. Now you say cheers as well.”

A little laugh bubbles out of your throat and you grin. “Cheers.” You tap your glass against his and then watch as Griffin drinks his whiskey. The alcohol runs down his throat and you watch it disappear within his shirt. You then do the same, taking a drink of your whiskey as if it were water. A big mistake. You cough and cover your mouth, shaking your head. “Oh God what is that?” You could feel the whiskey literally burning your nose and throat. And somehow, it felt hot as it slid down.

You hear a mixture of coughing and laughter from across you. Griffin was covering his mouth with his sleeve, and he was doubled over. “I’m sorry, I guess I should have warned you…”

“It burns, is that normal?” You cough again and head to the sink for some water. “Am I allergic to this?”

Griffin chuckled again, a deep sound that you weren’t familiar with. You weren’t sure if it was the whiskey or him that sent goosebumps up your back. “That’s normal. I should have explained it better to you.” He finished the rest of his drink while you drank water from your cupped hand.

“How do people enjoy this? It tastes like poison, literal burning poison. At least I imagine that’s what it tastes like.” You turn the sink off and glare down at the cup of whiskey still sitting in your cup.

“It is poison. And many choose to drink it for different reasons. To get drunk, or to relax, to get tired. Or to slowly kill themselves. A bottle at a time.” He walks to the sink and places the cup down. “You don’t have to finish it if you don’t want to. But a tip for drinking any alcohol, except wine, is to drink it fast. Let it run straight down the throat. Wine is for flavor, this is not.”

You take in his words carefully. Licking your lips, you take the glass in your hands, quickly throw the drink back, and attempt to ‘let it run straight down.’ It does, however, still burn going down. And once again, it warms your throat and chest as you swallow it. You let out another cough and push the drink away once again. “I’m done…” You coughed again but Griffin could see a little smile on your face.  

            He took both glasses and set them down in the sink. You turn to try washing them, but Griffin stops you with a hand on your back. “No need for that tonight. Go back to bed and try getting some sleep.”

            You frown and stare at the clothes that float before you. “I’ll try, but…I’m still worried.”

            “About what?” He questions you, still standing beside you with his hand resting on your lower back.

            You sigh softly. “Well…what if we can’t find a cure for you? You’ll just be invisible forever? And what about my fiancé? What if he comes in the morning with the police, o-or he tries breaking in?”

            “There’s a cure for everything, even if we haven’t found it yet. It will take some time, is all. And I have plenty of time. As for your fiancé, I’m sure he’s fallen asleep in some drunken stupor…if he tries breaking in, I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry.” You failed to notice the change in his voice when he admits this.

            You nod slowly, your eyes staring down at his shirt. His words helped only a little, and he seems to realize this. “It all feels like a massive burden on you, Griffin.”

            Warm, gentle hands touched your chin, lifting your face up so you looked up at the nothing that sat upon his shoulders. Once he had your eyes, he took your hands in his. “You’ve called yourself a burden twice now. I’ll not allow it a third time. You’ve done more good for me in this house than I’ve done for myself in years. I want no more talk of this, understand?” When you nod, he hums, and you think he nods back. “Good. Scientists like you and I shouldn’t doubt or worry. It’s not good for the brain.”

            A smile grows on your lips, and you tilt your head. “I’m a scientist now?”

            Griffin was quiet as he thought over his words, then he cleared his throat. “No, not yet. I could give you a test to see if you’re smart enough to be one. Not that you’d fail, I should have taught you everything I know by now.” He started mumbling. “Have I taught you everything? Perhaps I should have taken note…” His fingers were rubbing your hand, and you held back a giggle. You felt lighter and giddy. A little dizzy.

            “I’ll take any test you give me.” You grin. “I want to be a scientist.”

            “I can have that arranged.” He pauses before quickly letting go of your hands. He clears his throat once again. “You should go to bed now, I’m sure the alcohol is calming your system.”

            You give a small nod before walking to the stairs. You turn your head to the kitchen and smile softly. “Goodnight Griffin.” With that, you carefully climb the stairs and smile to yourself, finding the task to be funnier than it should be. And once you hit the bed, your mind seems to swim in bliss that wasn’t there before. Butterflies in your stomach and a head stuck in the clouds, it seemed. You think briefly that this was, in fact, the alcohol. Then you remember Griffin’s words and how he was holding your hand, and you let out another giggle followed by a yawn. Lulling you to sleep was the faint scent of his shirt, and when you finally slept, it felt like your body and mind were able to rest for the first time in forever.

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            He watches you leave the kitchen, knowing now that you were tipsy from one drink. It was too much, and he knew it; shame on you for almost wasting the small woman, he scolded himself. Once you are back in your room, he walks slowly to the lab and pauses. His mind kept wandering back to you. Your chin in his hand, how you looked up at him when there was nothing there. The soft touch of your hands in his. An invisible hand runs through invisible hair while Griffin lets out a deep sigh. What was happening to him? He was drunk, that’s the only logical answer. And with that logical answer, he knew he should go to his room and sleep.

            He walks upstairs, his eyes glancing at the door of your room. He walks inside his own room and shuts the door. Walking to bed, his mind wanders to his work, about his invisibility tests and blood samples. He’s yet to do a semen sample. His mind wanders for a moment, asking himself if it was appropriate to do such a thing after what just occurred. A grunt leaves his throat, and he gets up to find a clear test pallet. After laying down on the bed, he adjusts himself, imagining anything to arouse him. Using the long sleeve of his shirt, he covers his eyes to better imagine. He’s never had sex, but he’s witnessed it before, as well as read about it in a book that generously came with pictures. His pants become tighter, and he lets out a deep breath, palming himself.

            Griffin has done this before, plenty of times. He has needs like everyone else. But he usually never has the time to do so. He’ll imagine the photos from the books, combined with the sounds he’s heard from the couple that decided to fuck in the middle of a bar. His hand takes out his cock, slowly stroking it while his imagination played out. You appear in his head (almost immediately) and his hand slows to a stop, but he feels a shiver of delight run down his spine. This is sick, he thought to himself. You smiled at him, your legs straddling his hips while wearing his clothes. And then you had no pants on, sitting against his length bare. A shaky breath leaves his lips, and his grip tightens for a second.

            You said his name, in that soft voice you use on him. It drives him wild. How dare you use something so simple to enrapture him like this? His hand strokes faster as he imagines your eyes, staring up at him. When he lifted your chin, you’d look at him, and how your lips parted when you did. He groans and bites his lip. He imagines where he would take you. In his bed, of course. To have you lay down against his bed sheets, looking up at him with soft eyes, caused a moan to escape his throat. He wanted you in his tub as well, water be damned. He wanted to make a mess. Having you on top of him, riding his length while water splashed out of the sides. And he couldn’t begin to imagine the beautiful noises you’d make for him.

            His back arched and he groaned as he came, his hips bucking into his hand while his head tilted back in pleasure. He spilled across himself, panting as he tried calming down. He realized his first mistake; he didn’t use the damn pallet. His sample was all over his chest. His next mistake was the thoughts he just used to pleasure himself. You.

How perverted he must seem right now, he thought regrettably.

Murderer!Simon x fem!Reader (idea post)

Note: this is a short fic of what I plan on writing more of later. This contains mentions of murder (duh) body parts and stalking. The full fic will likely be much darker.

Soulmate AU, where two people will have the initials of someone's name marked on their skin, in the same spot as the other. It comes with their 18th birthday. This is a nearly impossible search because anyone can have the same initials as someone else. And there's only so many spots a mark can show up before it repeats with the same letters, so and so...

So fate, the little hopeless romantic that it is, also made it so that people can feel when they're closer to their soulmate.

It's a warm spread through their chest, then through their arms and their legs. A flush of the cheeks in some cases, when they're finally face to face with their one and only. Some people experience hairs rising on their neck or arms. Others say it's like the word becomes quiet all around you, because your heart is singing a song for you to hear.

Well.

You've been waiting for years and ofc you became lonely and heartbroken. No soulmate for you. Your friends all found one, you siblings as well. And you were alone, staring at the initials that showed up around your 18th birthday; S.R.

So why not go for a camping trip? Do something nice like get away from the city and relax. Maybe go swim in a lake, read a book, crochet, or cross stitch.

You've been so caught up in reading about how others found their soulmate, that you completely glossed over the missing persons articles. Campers going missing in the woods, some body parts showing up, but never the whole body.

Silly you.

Setting up your camper for the week, making yourself a campfire, you felt a little better. Small joys that made you feel like life was worth going on. Of course, maybe you were just harsh on yourself. It's only been 6 years right? There have been cases of people waiting even longer. That made you feel even worse.

You were so saddened and depressed, drowning in your own self-loathing that you never saw the dark figure of a man watching you from behind your camper. He blended in so well with the dark forest behind him, he couldn't blame you. That and he's done this plenty times.

He waited, which was unusual. Simon didn't wait for campers to go to bed. He liked watching them scream and run. He liked when the fear in their eyes was evident. But he watched you douse your fire. He watched you climb into your camper and through a window, he watched you settle down for bed.

Why was his chest thrumming? And why did it feel like the mark on his wrist was burning?

Baby Fever pt. 2

New dad!König x new mom!Reader.

Fluff, post-pregnancy, post-birth, mentions of premature birth. Y'know, a sprinkle of angst. Bit it's all happy domestic stuff. Enjoy.

Your eyes fluttered open and you realize the baby wasn't crying. When you checked your phone, it was 2 in the morning. It was feeding time, so you turned over and climbed out of bed, not realizing it was empty on the other side. You hummed and went to grab one of the bottles out of the warmers, already filled with the formula but found there was no bottle.

You hum, exhausted mind turning over trying to think why you didn't prepare a bottle beforehand. And why your alarm didn't go off. You walk to the baby room and pause, seeing a dim light on, as well as hearing soft muttering. Walking slowly, you peak into the room...

König was standing in the middle of the room, your baby girl cradled in one arm, rather, one hand. His other hand held the bottle up for her. He was rocking and turning, talking to her. He had on his pajama pants, and slippers but no shirt on.

"Mommy's friends didn't like me. I think they were just jealous of her." He smiled down at her, taking the bottle away and setting it down. He throws the towel over his shoulder like you showed him and gently placed the newborn girl up, supporting her head. "C'mon, get those nasty burps out." He rubs her back then gently taps.

"Your mommy challenged me to a game of pool. I've played it a few times but I said yes. And she won, but don't tell mommy, I let her win." He chuckled. "Then she let me buy her a drink or two- ehm, they were soda drinks." He cleared his throat. Then smiled again. There was a soft muffled burp and she spit up. König laughed again and carefully maneuvered the baby and the towel to wipe her mouth clean. "That was a good one. Almost as loud as daddy's eh?"

You stayed leaning against the doorway, listening to König's stories.

"The doctors said you were born too early, and very weak. But I think that just proved those silly doctors wrong. Look at you, burping like a sailor! Oh don't cry meine Blume, I've got you. See?" He cooed softly and you heard the baby whine a little. König hummed softly and you heard him tapping her back, and then he laughed softly. "Did you poop on me? A fart. I knew you'd be more trouble than your mommy."

You couldn't help smile. You heard him go over to the changing table and carefully remove her diaper. You watched from the door as König winced. "You did a number in there. I wouldn't be surprised if you woke mommy up with that stench." He said as he cleaned her bottom. He threw the dirty diaper away and placed a new one on. He throws some powder into the diaper.

"When you came out, and the doctors told us you were a girl, I was so thrilled." He put the pajamas back on, carefully snapping the bottoms closed. "But they said you and mommy needed to stay in the hospital for a little longer. I got so scared for both of you, both of my girls. I ran out and bought your mommy a ring. I know, I should have married her before you came out...I was scared. But when you were born I was even more scared! What could daddy do except wait?" He sighed heavily and placed the baby girl against his chest.

"I didn't know babies could come out so small...you were tiny. They kept you in a little glass machine, I don't remember exactly why but, they said it helped you breathe. Ah but I knew better. They just had to keep you contained because you were a fighter. Ready to knock out the next doctor who told you otherwise." He pressed his lips to against her head and smiled. "And they said momma couldn't breastfeed you. She was sad, she thought she did something wrong but everything turned out just right huh? We're all here." He turned and smiled when he saw you standing at the door. "Ah. You did wake momma with your stinky bottom."

You sighed, some tears in your eyes as you walked over to him. With your daughter in one hand, he used his free hand to cradle your head to his chest. "Oh I'm sorry meine libeling, I didn't mean to make you sad." You shake your head and look up at him.

"No, not sad. Just happy. Happy sad." You shrug and sniffle. He gently ran his fingers through your hair and you spoke again. "How many times are you gonna tell her the hospital stories?"

He smiled and pressed a kiss to your head. "Until she learns to talk and tells me to stop. But maybe I'll tell her before she goes to her first day of school, or her first prom, or when she leaves for college." He takes a deep breath and slowly let it out. You could tell he was trying not to cry. "I wonder how close the colleges are here." You laughed and wiped your eyes.

"Stop talking about her leaving. You're making me more sad." You gently take the baby in your arms and kiss her head, rocking slowly. You felt König's arms encircle your body and his head on top of yours.

"I'm sorry. C'mon, let's get you both back to bed. My girls." His voice was soft, but tired. You nodded in agreement and gently set the girl down into the crib. You made sure she wouldn't fuss, then turned to König. Who then picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. He laid you down, kicked his slippers off and crawled into bed with you. You laid your head against his chest and you felt his hands finding their resting spot against against your thigh and back.

After a second, you mumbled against him. "Don't lie to our baby girl. You lost that pool game because you kept staring at my ass."

He laughed, making your head bounce. "I'm not telling our girl that."

"Then you can tell her you lost fair and square because you were so in love with me." You pressed a kiss to his neck. He leaned down and stole a kiss from you, then laid his head down.

"Maybe. But, maybe I did let you win." He was smiling and you grumbled in disagreement. "Sleep meine libeling. We'll settle this on our next pool game, drinks on me."

"Soda drinks."

A/n.: I'm sad, trapped in a stinky hotel. So I brainstormed this mess while watching Jurassic Park. I made it kinda sad but it's still all fluff. No more baby fever fic after this.

And, I thought about mentioning how reader can't breastfeed because my mom told me she couldn't for me. (For different reasons) But she said some trashy religious people told her if she couldn't breastfeed then she wasn't cut out to be a mom. And I know that today, there are still some people who find that using formula is 'unnatural' or 'cheating'. But I'm here to tell you, some people are literally just gonna try making you feel bad about everything. Do what you feel is the best thing, whether it's for yourself, for your child, for your pet, everything.

That was long. Sorry. Felt like ranting.

An idea popped up.

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.

Invisible Man x Reader pt. 2

Watching him eat was… disturbing. He chewed the rice and potatoes you made at a normal pace and you watched it become mush by his invisible teeth. You then watched as he swallowed, the mush traveling down his throat, down his chest and into what you assumed was his stomach. He took a sip of water and you watched his pause as he swallowed. “How fascinating that food and water still appear while inside me.”

You nodded. “Indeed however it’s not a pleasant sight to behold.” You wrote down in your journal the results of eating. “Perhaps it will disappear later on?” You glanced down at his pants. He didn’t need to wear a shirt but you both agreed he should wear pants for the time being. 

“Maybe. When it's digested, it may disappear.” He spoke between bites, only eating half the plate before he placed it down on the table. You nod and check the time, noting you should check in maybe three hours or so. You scribble in your journal and look back up at him. He was standing before you. You frowned at being able to see his lunch so close up. “Now I need you to hit me, preferably on my arm.”

“I can’t see your arm Griffin.” You sit up straight. “And why do I need to hit you?”

“To see how bruising affects invisibility.” He grabbed your hand and placed it on his forearm. “Hit here. As hard as you can.” You nodded, setting your notebook and pencil down. You bring your fist back and slam down on his arm. You look up after doing so. “Is that really the hardest you can hit?” His voice was soft, between real concern and sarcasm. If he had been visible, you think he might even have been holding back a smiling. 

“Well I haven’t exactly been trained in hand to hand combat.” You sigh. “Was that not enough?”

“No that wasn’t enough at all. Here.” A small stool floats up, you grab it and frown deeply. “Use the leg-end of the stool. Hit me here.” He guides your hand again and you nod. 

“I understand this is for science but this seems very um,” You glance at the stool in your hand, trying to find the words. “This seems violent Griffin.”

“Oh please, worse has happened because of science. It’s not like we’re killing anyone. Now, hit my arm as hard as you can.” He let go of your hand and you nodded, eyeing the empty spot where you knew his arm was. You lifted the end of the stool and slammed down, feeling it come into contact with his arm. He hissed after the strike. “Perfect, now we have to wait for that to bruise.” He took the stool from you, turning it around in his grip before placing it on the floor. “Now onto our next test, I don’t believe we need to make any incisions.” He lifts his hand that he had cut yesterday.

You can only barely see some scarring but one that would heal within the next week. You nod and pick up your book. “Should I take a blood sample anyway?” You asked without looking up.

“Hmm, yes. It would let us see how needle insertion would appear, and give me blood to study to better create an antidote.” He walked away with you only hearing the sound of his bare feet across the stone tiles. When he comes back, he hands you a syringe and gauze wrap. You watch as the pair of pants sits down on the stool in front of you. You hold your hand out and Griffin pushes his arm into your grip. 

You press on his arm, eyebrows scrunching together in confusion. “You may have to find your own vein and point it out to me.” You feel his free hand brush past yours. It takes a minute, but he pulls your hand to his arm, pressing where to puncture. 

“There, right where your fingertip is.” He mumbles and you didn’t realize how close his face was. You bite the inside of your lip but continue with the syringe. When you take a blood sample, you notice you can see some of the vein from where you took blood. Only a small trail of it became red. You pulled enough blood and set the syringe down then cleaned the small wound. You wrap the gauze enough to keep him from bleeding out. 

“There.” You smile. “Nothing violent.”

“Unless you were faintish at the sight of blood.” He mumbled. “Good thing you aren’t.” You smile a little proudly, not sure if he saw it. You then pick up your notebook and continue scribbling. After that, you place it down and look around the room. The floating pair of pants was placing the now vile of blood into a cabinet.

“You’ll have to do a urine sample as well, however I don’t believe the invisibility affects your digestive tract. Or, at least not urinating.” You pause. A thought crosses your mind. You frown at such a suggestive thought. What about when he…

“I’ll do a urine sample on my own time when I need to.” His voice was monotone from across the desk. “I will let you know the results once I do. No need to worry I won’t make you handle any of that.”

You smile, a little relieved. “Thank goodness for that.” You look down and frown. Should you bring it up? It is for science after all. How often does he even- Stop. You felt your face heating up. “Griffin, do you think you should…also conduct a-”

“Conduct a semen test?” He had finished your sentence and you cleared your throat. You could feel him staring but you knew if you looked up, well you wouldn’t see it. “Yes I also had thoughts about that.” He coughs lightly. “Like I said before I will handle that on my own time.” 

The room became silent. You stood and took the half empty plate of food to the kitchen. You sigh but can’t make the red from your face go away. After cleaning the dish as well as a few others, you dry your hands and walk to the lab room. Then you heard a knock at his front door. You saw the pants that Griffin wore stand up. You then curse lightly and run to the changing board. You quickly take off the shirt and pants, hurrying into your dress. “Who’s at the door?” Griffin spoke low enough for you to hear from behind the board. The sounds of more clothes rustling came from behind the wall, guessing he was also putting on more clothes.

“I don’t know, let me dress back into my daily attire and-” There were four more knocks on the front door. 

“Hurry up then!” You heard his footsteps as he walked away. You sighed and finished getting back into your dress, grabbed a broom and walked to the front door. 

You crack the door open and smile softly. “Hello, this is the Griffin Residence-” Your smile faded slightly. At the door was your fiance, a tight smile on his face. 

“Ah darling dearest, so this is where you work.” He pushes the door open and pushes past you. “Housekeeping another man’s home?” He was looking around at the walls and ceiling, eying the staircase then looking back at you. “Do you clean his home when he’s here? And why do you keep it so dark in here?”

You frown, setting your broom down. “How nice of you to show unexpected and invite yourself in, Jonathan. If Gr-… Mr. Griffin finds you here without his permission he’ll have me fired! Or worse he’ll perhaps call on the police!” He ignored your warning and walked towards the lab room. You grabbed his arm. “You are trespassing on another gentleman's property!”

His eyes shot down at your hand and your face flushed. You let go and looked down. "How dare you, grabbing me as if I were a child!" He stepped closer to you and you stepped away. 

"Jonathan please this is no place to…fuss. I work here." You kept your eyes down, both hands gripping the broom. 

"Ah, yes, use that line again. That poor excuse." He had his hands on his hips now, reaching up to wipe his nose. "I work all day, stressed as ever and I come home to find an empty home, no food on the stove, the fire place dead and cold. Don't you understand how miserable I feel?" You nod. "Don't-" He grabbed your shoulders and pinned you against the wall, making you look him in the eyes. "Look at me! And don't lie again because you, do not understand. If you wanted to be a good wife to me, you'd be home right now, running my bath." He let go and scoffed. "Instead you're here…cleaning after a mad man…What was his name again hm?"

And a voice from the top of the stairs called out. "I should ask you the same." Steps slowly coming down the stairs. He stops only when he's in view. "You intrude on my housekeeper, insult her and lay your hands on her?" Griffin was wearing wrappings around his face, he was in a dress shirt now, more appropriate pants on and shoes as well. Hair of some kind sticks out the wrappings on his head and upon his face was a pair of sunglasses, sitting atop a strange looking nose. 

Jonathan chuckles. "She is my wife."

"Even more the reason you should keep your hands off her in such ways." He walks down the stairs, getting uncomfortably close to your fiance. You could see him become tense as he eyed the wrappings and such. "Now then. Shall I call upon the police for breaking into my home?"

"No…no sir." Jonathan steps back and glances at you. He seemed to remember why he was here and straightened his back. "I was making sure my wife was safe is all. And that she gets home on time."

"I will assure your fiance gets home in time." Griffin never looked away from him. This seemed to trouble Jonathan even more. He nodded. 

"Very well. My apologies for disrupting her duties." He looked at you, "No later than 7. Goodbye." Not even daring to kiss you or hug you, as long as Griffin stood there, he turned on his heels opened the door and walked briskly into the cool evening. 

After the door closed, Griffin made a sound of bitter disgust. "How could a man be so crude and miserable towards you? He must-" He turned to you and hushed. You were holding back a sob, covering your face with one hand while the other remained holding the broom. He reached out and took the broom from you. "Don't cry now, he's gone."

You nod but keep your eyes closed, hiccuping into your elbow. "I never meant for you to see. He doesn't…always, hurt me." You look at him and suddenly laughed, coverying your mouth and nose again. "What in God's name are you wearing Griffin?" When he scoffed you laughed again. This caught him off guard but, at least you weren't crying. 

"Its a disguise. Before the invisibility I would just cover myself if I had to go out. Not always but sometimes." He pulls off the fake nose. "It worked did it not? Am I not a genius? A mad man as that blundering poltroon stated." He pulls half of the wrapping off, setting the glasses to the side. It was quiet for a moment until he spoke again. "Do you wish to go home?"

You looked up at him, at the nothing that sat upon dressed shoulders. What your fiance said had you in knots. It was a wife's duty to serve her husband, that much was true. However, you weren't his wife yet. He couldn't call you property, right? You shook your head, then shrugged. "Well I cannot just, not return home."

"And what will be waiting for you hm? His psycological abuse, next his physical abuse?" You wipe your eyes again. "No, I'll not have it. Stay here tonight. I have two extra rooms that haven't been touched in years." He was already walking away and you were quick to follow.  

"Griffin if I stay he'll be worried."

"Let him be. Perhaps he'll find himself drunk or asleep instead." His arm waved a bit and he walks into a spare room. "Here. You'll sleep here tonight." He looks to you and you look up at him. You cross your arms with a look he's never seen you give. It was almost a scolding look.

"Griffin. I don't want him to be angry with you. Or even call the police. What if…" You became distressed. "What if he breaks in and becomes violent or, or accuses me of affairs?"

"Let him believe what he wants. I am doubtful the fool is even loyal…" He quieted himself as he watched you look away. "He will not break in. He won't lay a finger on you. Not while I'm here in this house. Understood?" You gave a small nod. "Go wash yourself up, I will fetch you nightclothes." He turned away and you grabbed his shirt, making him pause. 

"You're sure you will allow me to sleep here tonight?" Your eyes searched for nothing, but Griffin couldn't look away. "If I cause you trouble, I won't bother you with my presence. You have the say so." 

"You're very right." He took your hand, placing his other invisible hand over yours. "I do have the say so, and I stand by my word."

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."

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

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Works compiled:

RecomMiles x FemReader

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Invisible Man x FemReader

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König x Fem!Reader

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Baby Fever König

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Vampire!König x Human!Reader

Part 1 Part 2

A Fly on the Wall (Ghoap x reader)

Part 1

Murderer! Simon x Fem!Reader (Soulmate AU)

Idea Post

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Random Simon Stuff

Texting

Simon x college reader fluff

Simon x college reader fluff (reversed)

College Student Simon x Tutor! Reader(smut)

Simon the bully (your bf)

Oneshots:

Monster!König x Vet!Reader: Pt.1 , Pt.2 , Pt. 3, Pt. 4

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