I'm Shaking.

Beginnings. Invisible Man x reader

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

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Warnings: Small injury, mentions of domestic abuse

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With that, you left the building and headed home.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🥺He's the only one that makes my day. Someone draw him as a human rn

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*

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!!)

Recom Miles Quaritch x FemReader Pt. 3

Part 3! Yay!

AND HERE'S THE WARNINGS: Mentions of fucking, sexual daydreaming, newly found size kink MINORS DNI

I'd also like to thank a lot of you guys, ya'll are so kind and I am still unsure of how to reply on comments but just know I see ya <3 I'm also super tired so I will post this to my A03 in the morning.

Hope ya'll like it! I read over it once, thats it.

-1 week later-

It was lovely up here.

Sitting on the cold metal floor, you peer into the vacant lonely wonders that was space. Millions of stars dotted the black. If you had a map, you could plot out which system or planet you were near. The ship intercom came on, “We’ll be entering a jump soon, please return to your pods for hypersleep.” You frowned, standing up and slipping your slippers back on. This journey couldn’t hurry and end already. You hated hypersleep, only because when you woke up you were prone to sickness. 

Shuffling to the pod, you looked at the others. Only two or three others had woken up, while the rest had gone back to hypersleep. You watched as the other awake passengers went back to sleep, and you followed. Once you closed the pod however, the lights above went dim. A scream was heard and you gasped. “Hello?” You hit the glass, unable to break out. The pod was trying to put you to sleep. “Wait what happened?”

The pod ripped open, you screamed as you were thrown out of it. You scrambled backwards and looked up. 

A xenomorph was hissing, stalking towards you. You screamed and tried to run, only getting nowhere as it grabbed you and shrieked in your ear. It did it again, and again, and again, and again-

Your eyes snap open, sitting up to find you were on the floor. You look up at your television and see the main menu for the movie Aliens. An annoyed groan leaves your chest and you stand up. Your body jumps when an alarm blares overhead. “Oh fuck!” You throw on some pants and a shirt you tossed on the floor from last night. You slip your shoes on and run out of your room. In the hallway, a few other residents were rushing to leave as well. You finally get outside, squinting at the sunlight. Everyone was outside, standing in groups and discussing the alarm. You rub your face and walk to a few familiar faces. “Well? Is everyone out?”

Alex turned around, also seeming like they awoke with a start. “Um, I think so.” They had on a robe and joggers. “This is the last drill alarm this month right?” They looked you up and down and made a face of concern. “Hey um, you wanna borrow my robe?”

You went to ask why but the alarms blared three times, then a few officers walked up to the large group of residents. “Good morning everyone. Thank you again for participating accordingly, we all know how important it is to practice these drills every month…” He began to go on, waving a clipboard which he should be checking off instead of preaching. Half the bodies here couldn’t hear from this far back. 

There was a soft chuckle directly behind you but you didn’t turn around. “Mornin’ sleeping beauty. Is that how you usually wake up?” Your eyes glance to the side, seeing Alex biting their lip to hide a smile, maybe. When you turn your head, you only see the crotch area of some pants. Your eyes slowly lift up and you roll them away once you make eye contact with Quaritch. Behind him, a few other recom soldiers stood, mostly paying attention to the officers in the front. 

“No, I usually sleep in furs and handmade quilts and wake up with perfect hair and a dolled up face of makeup and lies. You just caught me on a bad morning.” You cross your arms, a cold breeze hits your back and you sigh. At the corner of your eye, Miles bends down. 

“Do you sleep naked or do you usually wear your shirts inside out?” His breath hits your neck and you feel a blush color your cheeks. He whispers so no one else hears him. “Unlucky for you, it's a bit uh, nippy ain’t it?” 

At this, you groan and tighten your arms around your body. “Be a gentleman and offer a lady a coat or something next time.” You shoot back and he smiles, standing up straight. You hear Alex scoff and you look at them. “Not you, but thank you for offering.”

Miles hums while glancing between you and Alex before peering down at your form, seeing more of your exposed skin. You usually wore long sleeves or a coat to the office and seeing you in a tank top and pajama pants was kinda cute. As much as you tried to hide your chest, the man could see over you. Of course he was a gentleman enough not to stare, but he did see. He leaned down to whisper to you, “I’ll try to remember to bring one next drill, if you happen to still be working here with your sanity intact.”

“That sounds like a threat, Quaritch-”

Behind him, Lyle was watching the whole thing. He watched his commander bicker with you, and then he saw the Colonel's tail flicking left to right. Lyle smirked and backed up, elbowing Z-Dog to his right. She looks at him and elbows him back, “Fuck off it’s too early-”  Lyle motions his head forward and she looks. She takes in the scene before her, seeing you turn your head towards Miles and hiss something low at him, causing him to chuckle and shrug. Z-Dog raises her eyebrows and smiles at Lyle. They both chuckle at each other, seeming to get the same idea. 

Finally they were letting everyone leave, calling the groups out by hallway numbers and their residents. You didn’t waste a second as you hastened to get to your room. Miles watched, smiling the whole time while he turned and walked back towards his squad. 

You get back in your room and flip the shower on. Grumbling the whole time you undressed and got in. You felt your face heating up again at his words from earlier. Of course something like this had to happen to you. With him. Maybe this was a good thing, his mind was in other places and that gave you time to plan. You were thinking if you really had to seduce him it wouldn’t be very hard. Would you have to climb him though? He was very much taller, obviously. Maybe if he were sitting down across from you, you could easily climb aboard that way. Obviously if he were into it he’d be grabbing you and pulling you onto him.

That made your legs shift together. You don’t know if he would be smiling or not. Sometimes you’ll catch his face when he’s thinking or focusing and you wonder if that's what he'd do. He'd be focusing on you, no smiles, all serious. You wonder if he’ll sit back and let you explore first, or if he’ll flip the tables and pin you to your desk or-

You hadn’t realized you were holding your bar of soap too hard until it popped out of your hand and fell to the ground. You curse lightly and pick it up, rinsing it off and just focusing on washing and getting out of the shower. Getting out, you dry off and towel dry your hair instead of blow drying. You get dressed properly this time and finally leave your room and head to the complex where your office and hidden cereal boxes would be waiting. 

You push past the doors, round the corner to get to your office and see two Na’vi soldiers waiting. Your expression softens and you smile up at them. “Morning you two,” You get your keys out and unlock the door to your office, walking in and having the two follow you. “What brings you guys in today?”

Lyle smiles. “Morning Doctor. Just stopping by to say hello.” He shifted and his eyes glanced at the floor. “Yeah.”

“Oh please,” Z-Dog cuts in. “Sorry to be so straight-forward but are you and Quaritch fucking or something?” Lyle snorts and covers his mouth. You turned red. 

“Jesus Christ Z, no! What would make you think that?” You were looking between them. 

“I dunno, you two just seemed to be flirting this morning. And well, you didn’t hear it from me but it certainly looks like one of you wants to.” She shrugs. “But you didn’t hear it from me.” She looks at Lyle who shrugged as well. 

“You two seem to be getting along nicely though, right?” He commented.

“Nicely?” You raised an eyebrow and your hands were on your hips. “Besides maybe two interactions between us that seemed fine, everything else this week has been a shit show…”

Outside of the office, Miles was leaning against the doorframe, his face was in a neutral expression. 

“He insults my position, he’s accused me of ‘hiding secrets’, in the lunchroom a few days ago his tail tripped me and my bowl of soup was all over me.” One of the soldiers made a comment about remembering that. “He didn’t offer to clean it, he said whoops. That’s it. And now, just yesterday, I get a fucking paper-” there was walking and a drawer opening, and then papers being grabbed. “About an operation I have to attend, asked by Quaritch himself. ‘Dr. Linear, you are being asked to attend the 1st Recom Unit under Project Phoenix as medical personnel. Further instructions to be given.’ Who does that? Who takes a doctor out of their office to walk the jungle in case someone gets a booboo. Don’t you guys have people for that?” He hears the paper being put down harshly, then another drawer opening and something being pulled out. “It’s like he’s trying his damndest to piss me off.”

He heard crunching and he smiled just a little. He heard Lyle ask for whatever it was you were eating and you handed him the box. 

“So no,” You continued, after eating whatever it was you had. “We’re not fucking. I don’t know what sources you’ve been listening to but neither one of us wants to fuck the other. Maybe he wants to drive me fucking mad. It’s possible. Hell, maybe he wants to hate fuck me, you never know, I could have pissed him off first day we met, god knows.” You sigh and he hears you slump against the desk. “I stayed up too late last night, had a stupid alien nightmare and I have a headache from it.”

Lyle hums. “You’re the doctor, you got pain meds.” His mouth was still full. “Tylenol?”

Z snorts. “I took a tylenol the other day, and that shit does nothing for me anymore.”

“Yeah your bodies don’t have the same digestive and blood system that humans do. Z if you needed pain meds you should have come to me. I don’t mind, really. It’s kind of my job.” You sounded concerned as you spoke, getting up and going to Z-Dog. “Was it the migraines again?”

“Ah don’t worry Doc, I’m fine now. Look we’ll be on our way, Lyle give her back the cereal, damn.” They were standing up and Miles waited outside the door. “We’ll see you later Doc. Don’t stress too much, you’ll have us on the mission too.”

“Yeah, trust in us.” Lyle cleared his throat. “We won’t let the big bad Quaritch ruin your week anymore okay?” At that, you had chuckled a little. 

“You guys get going. And I’m serious about those pain meds, Z!” You called after them. Z was the first to walk out and her body froze when she saw Miles. Lyle was laughing a little and ran into Z-Dog on the way out. He was about to ask her what but saw him as well. 

Miles motioned his head away from the office and they silently followed, walking away from the office door. Z spoke first. “How much did you hear?”

“Plenty.” He stopped at the end of the hallway, facing the two. “I have a few questions about that little meeting.”

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You eye the paper on your desk, wanting to throw it in the shredder and give the colonel the middle finger. Nothing was that simple however. So you flipped the paper over and set it to the side. That brought you to a new problem. You wouldn’t be able to program your supply bot out into the jungle without someone noticing. You’d usually do this at night but you would be gone. For how long, you weren’t sure. Not long you suppose. You suspected this was a scheme of his, him trying to keep you distracted so you don’t realize he’s onto you. 

You sat back in your chair and munched bitterly at your dry cereal, not wanting to travel to the cafeteria to get milk or a full breakfast today. Lazily, you look over at your coffee maker, wishing it would automatically make one for you.  A knock at your door made you put the box away and wipe your mouth. "Door's open."

A tall blue form walks in and that knowing smile appears. Your small bit of happiness disappears. "Hello sunshine. Glad to see you're awake behind that desk." He closes the door behind him, standing at his full height and crossing his arms. The minute he called you sunshine you were out of your desk and making a pot of coffee, knowing you'll need it. "Well, almost awake." He walks up to the small counter you had your coffee station set up at. "May I have a cup?"

Your lips made a sort of pout. As much as you loathed the man beside you, you couldn't deny someone a cup of coffee. Especially when he asked so politely. "Yeah, do you take any sugar or creamer? I've got regular and almond."

"No thank you, I take mine black." He leans against the counter and watches as you fix two cups. Yours was in a decorative plant mug while his was in a much larger mug. There were a few of these specially made for the recombinant soldiers and you took two or three for instances like these. You had emptied most of the pot to fill the cup but it didn’t bother you since you had your cup already. You held it up and he took it from you carefully. "Thank you." He gives it a sip and hums. "Pretty good stuff right there."

"Yeah, I practically wrestled with the other facilities for that brand of coffee. Only comes in every few weeks." You smile softly at the image of you spotting Alex hiding coffee in their coat as you did the same. You remember both nodding at each other and you chuckled softly. Miles looks down at you and you clear your throat. “Funny memory is all. When I met Alex, we were both hiding coffee in our pockets and I spotted them while they spotted me, and we mutually agreed not to tell. They’re funny.”

“Ah, yes, the uh lab coat with huge glasses.” He watched as you smiled warmly at the memory. “You two good friends now or what?”

You gave a little shrug, thinking about the slow but progressive friendship you two had. “No, not really. Just coworkers.” You gave it some more thought, never looking up at him. “I think I would have lunch with them if they offered, Alex is a good conversationalist and we share similar views on a few topics.” 

Miles had rolled his eyes slightly. “Glad to know you can make friends princess.”  

“I don’t see you doing any better.” You got defensive and he had to hold back his smile. 

“Oh I don’t make friends, I make soldiers.” He turned his body towards you and sipped his coffee again. 

“Oh yeah and you plan to do just that by throwing me in the jungle?” You had forgotten your coffee now, setting it down to point up at him. “I don’t work under you Colonel, and I’m sure if I spoke to some higher ups and got the okay, I could refuse to go.”

“Ah, but you can’t.” He smirked. “I already asked our higher ups and they gave me ‘the okay’ to take you along.” He too set his giant coffee mug down. “And speaking of; you know how to use a gun, correct?”

You groaned and turned to face away from him. “That isn’t my job, I’m supposed to stay here, in my office!” You turned to him. “You really want me to quit so badly don’t you? You want my life to be hell, and for what? So you can get your shits and giggles?” He was walking towards you and you unconsciously walked backwards. “I have things to do here, I have other people to attend to, I am not only the recom’s doctor but I’m the human’s doctor too. Someone has to be here to do the paperwork and, and the check ups every day-” Your back hit the wall and you looked up to watch Miles squat down so he’s level with you. He reaches up and leans one arm against the wall behind you. You realized suddenly how trapped you were, how much you rambled without thinking and how much warmth his body gave off. 

“What are you so scared of, doctor?” His eyes were so big, and the speckles of white that littered his nose were almost glowing. You felt your face burning up. 

Your voice was a low whisper now. “I’m not a soldier. I’m going to die out there.” He stares you in the eye, and he could see some of the waterworks about to kick in. He smiles at you. 

“You think I’ll let anything happen to you princess? I thought you had some smarts in that pretty noggin of yours.” He taps your forehead and you wipe your eyes while smacking his hand away. 

“Enough smarts to know that’s bullshit. I’ll be drowning in some alien-like quicksand and you’ll just poke me with a stick.” You leaned back against the wall, staring at the desk behind him. “Just admit that you hate me already and leave. You’ve disliked me from day 1 and you hide it with witty smiles and jokes.” 

“You’re overthinking it. There’s no quicksand here.” He smirked and you rolled your eyes. You went to walk away from him but he trapped you with his other arm. “I still have some matters to discuss with you.” You sent him a glare, he didn’t budge. 

“I need to get my stuff together just in case I’m eaten alive in the next couple of days. Like a will and final wishes.” You watched him shift, so now he was kneeling in front of you. Your expression changed, he could spot it. From annoyed to surprised, to an angry confused look. 

“While on the subject, what’s this rumor you’re spreading about me hate-fucking you?”

Your face dropped and turned pink in one go. “Excuse me? Believe me when I say I am not spreading any rumors, especially nothing as filthy as that.”

“Hm, my soldiers seem to think otherwise.” He glanced at the doorway, “I heard something being yelled earlier too. Something about ‘fuckin’ and ‘we’ being used a lot in most of those sentences-” He froze up when you grabbed his ear and yanked him down. It caught him so much off guard that his hands slipped off the wall and onto the floor on either side of you.

“I want you to listen to me clearly.” Your lips brushed his ear as you spoke unnervingly gentle. “I will restructure you an old and frail human body and put your subconscious inside just so I can kick your ass unfairly. I know you heard everything I had to say this morning clearly and if I have to repeat myself I will.” He flinched and leaned forward, causing your lips to press only slightly against his earlobe. You had let go and he sat up, looking at you with wide eyes. 

Miles was strangely, but very turned on. His breathing was a little quicker and he hadn’t gotten off his knees. He was staring at you, flicking between your eyes and your lips and all mighty he wanted to feel you when you were pissed off like this. He wanted to run his hands through your hair from the back of your head then pull down so you looked up at him. He wanted to feel your nails scratching at his back, his shoulders, his chest and his scalp. He wants you on top of him, wants to see you use him while you’re infuriated. Just like this. 

He wants you to hate fuck him.

You walked to your desk and sat in the chair. “You can leave if that’s all you have today.”

He slowly got up, leaning against the wall as his mind still carried waves of thoughts and ideas. “Yes.” He clears his throat. “I’ll be sendin’ more information later today. Thank you for your time Dr. Linear.” When he turned, he did it facing away from you. You didn’t miss how his pants were tighter in the front. When the door closed, you slumped forward again and covered your face with your arms. 

You felt as if you had this strange power, this authority over him at that moment. You knew their ears were sensitive, but it couldn’t have been that sensitive that he was turned on from it. Maybe it was your words? Or maybe he was just sick in the head enough that he enjoyed this game you were playing. What was worse, was you were also quite bothered by the whole thing. His large form having been kneeling in front of you, then his heavy breathing…You swore he may have groaned at some point or maybe it was wishful thinking. 

No.

Not wishful. Just lustful, clouded thoughts. Clouded thoughts that occupied your mind all day. His expressions, his eyes, his hands. Luckily, you didn’t see him for the rest of the day. You did however receive an email with a list of items you would need for the mission. A gun or weapon was listed as Optional, everything else such as a medical bag, military grade footwear and breathing equipment was necessary. 

After checking the list off and deciding you’d need to stop by a few offices and departments, you took out your telegraph and sent a new message. 

“MISSION-OUTING-AT-(COORDINATES)-TMRW-MORNING-SUPPLIES-ON-FOOT.”

You put the machine away and lock it, letting out a sigh as you think about the endless possibilities of your death. Animal attack, Na’vi attack, rock slide, and even maybe treachery.

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

I keep getting inboxes like these. It's a spam bot with the same name over and over (3rd time I've gotten this same message) . Make sure to keep an eye out for scams.

Sheesh

Damn I cannot wait to stop writing essays about educational topics so I can write essays about nasty sweaty monster porn.

How's everyone doing on this fine 4/20?

So..

Im kinda into the MW2 guys...

And I have ideas...

Specifically aimed for König.

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Uncomfortable

I'm stuck in a 2 star hotel that's been repeatedly reported for nasty rooms, nasty drug heads, homeless people trying to sneak through the windows, rude staff...I'm here for two nights.

It stinks here. I'm omw to my housekeeping job and it definitely goes to show that, I KNOW I can do better than this. Dirty towels, empty toilet paper rolls, used water bottles sitting in the fridge...and I want to cry. I've peaked outof the peep hole 4 times, I've checked the windows 5 times. And I'm not even paying for it...my guy friend is, so I can't complain. And I literally have no money to my name to change any of this.

Wednesday I'll be out of here. But until then I'm stuck. In this nasty hole and smelly room. The only good thing is that Jurassic Park is playing and I still have snacks he bought me.