#anyways wHY DO ALL MY FICS START OFF W SOMEONE BEING NAKED AND SCREAMING

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when a ladybug meets a spider [m]

❛❛my pet tarantula escaped from my dorm room and i’m not even allowed to have a fucking goldfish here so what do i have to do for u to keep your mouth shut❜❜ AU

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GENRE →  smut | humor

PAIRING → taehyung | reader

WARNINGS → theres a fcking tARANTULA | bad wiccan stereotypes | explicit language | graphic sex | offensive to those who like mushrooms and to shower at night

NOTE → um. so this is really weird. seriously. read the warnings and really think hard about if this is REALLY worth it. i have like. a lot of requests. but somehow this happened. i dont regret anything right now but i will soon. here u go. send me requests even tho i just said i have a lot

There are two types of people in this world: people who shower in the morning and people who shower at night. So, like, basically people who are right and people who are fucking wrong.

You—of course—fell into the first category. Thinking back to every night you had ever showered, you always woke up with gross, oily skin and frizzy hair. That might have just been a genetic problem of yours that you really should’ve talked to a professional about instead of shaming people that didn’t agree with you, but you just really fucking hated showering at night.

Showering in the morning, though, made you a productive member of society. And you did feel like a productive member of society one morning as the hot water continuously spouted from the shower head and fell down the curve of your back. However, you weren’t yet aware that you had a hairy spectator.

Just as you finished rinsing out the shampoo and combing your fingers through your wet hair, you glanced at the shower curtain and saw it.

It just had... so many legs.

The bottle of conditioner slipped from your hand as you let out a scream. It died on your tongue, however, when your back slammed into the back of the shower stall. You bravely stared down the tarantula until it retreated and scurried away from view. What the fuck was a tarantula doing in your dorm in the first place? No one was even allowed to have a fucking goldfish. You knew—of course—that some people snuck in a dog or two, but who the fuck owns a tarantula?

After the hammering against your chest from nearly having a heart attack calmed down, you shakily pulled open the curtain just in time to see a guy kneeling onto the floor and scooping up the eight-legged creature.

Just as he stood up, stroking the tarantula in his palm, he paused when he saw you. His eyes widened, mouth opening and closing in sheer panic. The cold air from the air conditioning hit your bare nipples but you didn’t care.

You might have been naked, but that was not the issue here.

"Is that... your spider?" you asked, grabbing a nearby towel to dry yourself off.

"Her name is Muffy."

"I take that as a yes," you grumbled.

Your feet padded across the bathroom floor, walking around him until you reached the doorway. As your hand gripped onto the door frame, you scanned the hallway to make sure your screaming hadn't woken up any of the RAs on your floor. When you came back inside the bathroom, you stood across from him with crossed arms. "You're not supposed to have a pet here."

His furrowed eyebrows told you he knew that already.

"I know," he began, trying not to make it obvious he was staring at your bare legs. "She never escapes but— I just— You're not going to tell on me, are you?"

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't."

"Because you—"

"What's your name?"

"Taehyung. Kim Taehyung."

Who is this guy? James Bond or something? you thought to yourself and looked him up and down from the bottom of his worn jeans to his collarbones sticking out from beneath his black hoodie.

He had abnormal fashion taste, to say the least. Just as you thought that, you noticed a bunch of holes in his pants. That wasn’t the concern, though; it looked like he made those holes himself. Even more so, you were usually the first person awake to shower. What the fuck was he doing up so early?

Again, you wondered about the tarantula in his palm.

"I won't tell, but only if you do something for me, mushroom head."

His eyebrow shot up at that, then mouthed mushroom head? to himself. Placing your hands on your hips, you tapped your foot impatiently. You really needed to finish washing your hair before someone else walked in. It’d taken you an entire semester to figure out the best time to shower in the morning so you could scream along to Funeral Diner in solitude peacefully without interruptions.

It wasn’t that you were one of those girls who didn’t like other people seeing them naked, but showering was your time to masturbate—honestly. But the girls that didn’t like other people seeing them naked? Somehow, you didn’t think they would react too kindly to a fucking tarantula in the girls’ communal bathroom either, but there it was.

"What do you want?" he asked, hesitantly.

"Buy me lunch at the cafeteria for the rest of the month."

"The rest of the month?!" he yelled, almost dropping the tarantula in surprise. Muttering a quiet apology to it, he looked back at you with wide eyes. "It's... just a spider. Don't you think you're overreacting? And don't you have your own board meals anyway? Why do you need mine?"

"I'm cheap," you muttered. "Sue me."

When you crossed your arms, your covered breasts squished together and his eyes—although they tried very hard to make direct eye contact with you—strayed a little too far from the lord’s light, then. His eyes darted back up to yours and there was a knowing smirk tugging at one corner of your lips.

With a roll of his eyes, he begrudgingly nodded in utter defeat. "Fine."

"Good,” you said. You tugged off your towel, a cold chill running down your spine at the loss of warmth, and looked over your shoulder. “But if I see that thing in here again, I will consult the bottom of my shoe."

"I get it already." He turned his back to you so that he didn’t look at your boobs again, then told you his room number. "I guess just don't come in before noon."

"Any reason for that in particular?"

"Just please don't."

Maybe you were mildly curious but you also decided you didn’t care that much.

"Whatever," you said with a nonchalant wave of your hand, pulling at the shower curtain so you could resume your shower. "Now get out of here."

Your stomach was growling as soon as you woke up the next day. Although you didn't have classes on Fridays, it wasn't out of the ordinary for you to simply sleep past lunch time. When you remembered you had a free lunch ticket at the cafeteria for twenty-eight days, however, you sat straight up in your bed.

The specific meal plan you were on was cheap and only provided one meal per day at the cafeteria or other on-campus dining facility. The rest of your funds went towards snacks and junk food, which really wasn't doing anything for your figure. The part of you that felt guilt and empathy—albeit the very small part—wondered why he agreed so easily to buying you food. Surely he was in a similar situation and couldn’t afford to buy you meals for the next month.

Oh well, you thought. That’s what you get for having a fucking tarantula in the dorms.

You moved to stand in front of your mirror, running a hand through your hair a few times and opened your door; though, you weren’t trying to impress a guy that cut his pants with scissors and called that fashion. Not even bothering to change out of what you were wearing yesterday—which you had so eloquently slept in as well—you walked down the empty hallway, repeating his room number over and over in your head. Taehyung lived on the same floor as you apparently, but he also lived on the far opposite end of the hallway.

Don't come in before noon, you remembered he said yesterday.

Pulling your phone out of one of your sweatpants pocket, you read the time—11:42. You could heed his warning, but you were really fucking hungry. And who were you to listen to anyone? You didn’t know what that word even meant.

You glanced at an open door as you marched down the hallway to his room, rolling your eyes at some guys shouting and screaming. Eventually, your feet stopped in front of his door and you raised a closed fist to knock three times. There wasn't any particular reason for that number, but you had to make sure he heard you. You really wanted that fucking cheeseburger now.

When he didn't open the door, even after standing there for five seconds, you realized the door was actually cracked open slightly. Instead of waiting like a normal person, you proceeded to shove the door open with your foot.

"I want my cheeseburg—"

It was dark.

Not completely pitch black—as it was lit by candles strewn around the room—but enough that you had to squint your eyes to even make out a breathing life form. Upon further inspection, there was some guy sitting cross-legged on the floor, the same white candles surrounding him in an almost complete circle. Your fingers fumbled along the wall for the light switch and then you saw it.

He was sitting on a floor mat that appeared to be some sort of satanic circle.

Thankfully, though, it was not Taehyung that was sitting there. You could tell, even in the darkness, because his black cloak didn’t have holes in it. In fact, as you glanced around the room confusedly, you were quick to realize that he was not there at all. The bunk bed against the wall was completely empty.

“Who are you?” you asked, still looking around for Taehyung as if he would appear out of the demonic ritual circle. Maybe that’s where he came from in the first place. It was weird to you that he owned a tarantula—and at a college dorm, too. Why didn’t he just get a lizard or a poisonous snake? Maybe he wasn’t actually real but was instead summoned through dark magic.

You paused as that thought crossed your mind. Maybe that is—

“Hey.” A hand came to grasp your right shoulder and you jumped, then rolled your eyes at how easy it was for him to scare you. “Sorry. I was in the shower.”

You whirled around, surprised to see it was Taehyung. For some reason, you were kind of disappointed he wasn’t a demon. That would’ve been cool.

Just as you were about to yell at him for making you wait and almost being used as some sort of blood sacrifice by his wiccan roommate, you noticed he was naked from the waist up. Your eyes fell to his chest, following a single drop of water that trailed past one of his nipples. One of his hands tugged at the towel hanging low on his hips then, and you mentally punched yourself in the face for staring. You had to remind yourself the guy owned a fucking giant spider. Looking back over your shoulder at his roommate still muttering Latin under his breath, you remembered he was there and your eyes widened.

“Is he—” you started to hiss, but then he pulled you out of the doorway and shut the door behind you. You looked down the hallway to make sure no one would be listening, then leaned in close. “Is your roommate a fucking wiccan?!”

He rolled his eyes, as if he had been asked that a thousand times already. “No, but don’t tell him that. He just likes to think he is. And I thought I told you not to come before noon. Do you not fucking listen? At all?”

“I don’t like rules or structure,” you replied, dully.

“You know... I’m starting to understand that now.” He tugged at his towel again and your eyes fell back down to his bare chest. “I gotta change.”

“Right,” you said and took a step back. “Hurry up. I’m hungry.”

He chuckled lowly, then threw you a strange look that you couldn’t quite decipher before he closed the door again behind him. Maybe he wasn’t so bad. He definitely was better looking when he wasn’t wearing oversized sweatshirts with holes in them and carrying a tarantula. At the thought of the hairy creature, you remembered that he had it as a pet and his attractiveness went down.

A minute must’ve gone by, as you were lost in your thoughts, because then his door opened again to reveal him fully clothed, wearing a cyan sweater with holes torn in the sleeve and dark wash jeans. You didn’t stare long, though.

“You said you wanted a cheeseburger?”

And then he grabbed your hand and proceeded to drag you at a fast pace down the hallway, leading you to the door to the staircase.

The two of you made your way to the cafeteria without anything weird happening, which was shocking to you after the last twenty-four hours.

You approached the cashier, following closely behind Taehyung as he held out his ID for him to scan twice, and then you brushed past him to make your way towards the hamburger bar. Your university was one of the largest universities in the state, so the cafeteria actually didn’t have shitty food compared to other places. It was almost enough for you to cry tears of unadulterated joy at the thought of being able to eat there twice a day now—for a month at least.

Taehyung seemed to want a cheeseburger, too, so he just followed you. There was so much variety in food to choose from—salad, pasta, pizza, dessert. If you had five stomachs, you wouldn’t just stop at one fucking cheeseburger.

"So," you began, grabbing a clean plate and reaching for one of the burgers with a pair of tongs, "he does that every morning? Just pulls out his little magic demon mat and starts to curse people on our floor or something?"

"He doesn't curse people, only the ones who deserve it,” Taehyung replied.

Who the hell has that guy cursed?! you asked yourself, then wondered if it even worked in the first place. You definitely didn’t think that stuff worked at all, not that you had any experience with wiccans or magical entities.

He followed closely behind you in the line, almost breathing into your ear as he leaned over your shoulder to place two buns on his own plate, followed by a tomato and some lettuce. “Listen. He’s not that bad, all right?” You quickly put some space between the two of you when his back ghosted against yours. “He’s a cool guy. I don't really mind what he does. Sounds... weird, but it’s true. We actually talked about it on the first day and set up some ground rules and stuff. If he can handle my fucking tarantula, then he’s cool with me.”

You squirted some ketchup onto your bun, making a smiley face. Again, he followed after you towards the bar that served french fries and tater tots.

“Whatever you say.”

“And, like, he keeps the room really fucking dark. I’m a light sleeper so his black emo blanket really helps me sleep at night. That is, if Muffy already ate her crickets because those things are fucking loud sometimes.”

"Where the fuck do you even get crickets?”

“A pet store?” he asked, giving you a weird look. “You think I go hunting for them in a forest or something like a park ranger?” You glared as he let out a loud laugh. “No, I buy them at a fucking pet store.”

“I’m fucking sorry,” you sneered, throwing some fries beside your burger. “I don’t know what it’s like to have a tarantula or why you would even want one.”

As you followed him to an isolated booth in the back corner of the cafeteria, you both set your plates on opposite sides. He tossed his car keys on the table, then slid in across from you. It was silent for a few seconds, the two of you nibbling into your burgers and chewing on your fries.

“No, seriously,” you said after a long, awkward pause. “Why did you want a tarantula? I’m... I’m curious. I won’t judge you. I promise.”

You dipped a crinkly fry in some ketchup in circular motions, then glanced at Taehyung to see his eyes seeming to sparkle. Maybe you shouldn’t have asked.

He fell back against his chair, dropping the burger onto his plate. It fell apart slightly, the lettuce sliding out from between the bun and the patty. His head tilted against the back of the booth as if he was lost in thought, then said, “I just... think they’re really cool. Like, they’re kind of like fish, you know?”

“How the fuck is a tarantula like a fucking fish?” you asked, but you were grinning as you did. It was almost interesting to hear about his weird spider.

“Like...” he trailed off, gesturing with his hands but then dropping them back into his lap. He licked the seam of his lips, then leant forward to place his elbows on the table. “You don’t do anything with a tarantula. I mean, obviously you have to feed it and you have to clean its cage but... tarantulas are display pets. They’re fun to watch but they get really stressed out if you hold them.”

“Don’t they just sit there and plot how they’re going to eat you?”

“Where the fuck do you get this information from? Tarantulas don’t just sit there. They... dig tunnels and groom themselves. Muffy really likes to move the dirt around in her enclosure. Like, she put some on these leaves I got for her once and—obviously—dirt doesn’t go on leaves, so I thought it was funny.”

“Right...” you mumbled, biting into your burger. “That’s cool, I guess.”

“I know a lot of people don’t like spiders or anything with more than four legs, but she’s really cool. Owning a tarantula is awesome and it’s a great conversation starter, too. Like, ‘Guess what my tarantula ate today?’ Actually, that’s a bad example because I just feed her crickets, so there’s really no element of surprise there... but you get it, right?”

“I mean, sure. I guess I just don’t like spiders,” you said. Licking the ketchup from one of your fingers, you picked at the remaining fries on your plate.

“Nah. It’s cool. Not a lot of people do, girls especially. I can’t ever fuck a girl in my room because she thinks—”

You laughed. “You’ve tried to fuck a girl in a room with a tarantula?”

“—because she thinks my tarantula’s gonna escape and eat her face off in the middle of the night. Also, fuck you. Why do people hate tarantulas so much?”

“Because they are not as easy to step on.”

“I don’t know,” he said with a sigh. “It just gets kind of depressing, I guess. To always have to tell people about my tarantula before they come over just because she’s not a cute poodle or some shit like that.”

“Do you really expect people to be excited about you owning a spider?”

“I just don’t see what the big deal is.”

“Whatever, my dude.”

You grinned at each other and then you pulled out your phone so that he could continue to eat. Your plate was licked clean and you thought about getting another burger or something, but decided against it. There was always tomorrow when he would buy you another hamburger.

From over the top of your phone screen, you watched as his fringe fell over his eyes. When he first started talking about his tarantula, you felt skeptical. It’s not like you no longer thought they were creepy and beyond terrifying, but it was fun to listen to him talk about his tarantula—in his own cute, nerdy way.

"Oh, shit,” Taehyung suddenly said, standing up. “We forgot to get something to drink. You want me to get you something? Pepsi or—”

“I don’t drink soda actually, so a water?”

He didn’t move, but instead looked at you funny. “You... don’t drink soda?”

“I’m not about to be judged by a guy who owns a tarantula and has a wiccan for a roommate. Just go get me my water, bitch.”

Letting out a snort, he rolled his eyes playfully and went to do as you said. You couldn’t help but stare at his ass as he went. There might have been holes in his jeans but not where you wanted there to be ho—

Your back fell against the booth at that. What were you even thinking? You’d been staring at him for the past hour and were basically going crazy. It wasn’t even just that he owned a fucking tarantula but he just wasn’t your type.

But you couldn’t deny that he was a very hot tarantula owner.

“And I’m back.”

He slid over a glass of ice water to you, then handed you a straw. You quietly thanked him, leaning over your glass to take a sip. As you did, you looked back at him and watched in silence as he bit off the top of his straw wrapper. You also noticed he came back with a bowl of fruit—apple and banana slices, blueberries, and an orange. You raised an eyebrow at that.

“You don’t like strawberries?” you asked.

“I can’t eat strawberries,” he told you, tossing a few blueberries in his mouth. “I’m allergic. But sometimes I like to have a free day to eat them by the toilet.”

You laughed, smiling at him. “That’s gross but also hilarious.”

When you pulled out your phone again, he said, “Hey. Since we’re going to be seeing each other a lot over the next month, we should swap numbers.”

“Sounds good,” you replied, opening your contacts app and giving him your phone. He did the same and you quickly typed in your number. “Thanks, by the way. You really didn’t have to do what I said yesterday.”

“You threatened to step on my tarantula.”

“I wouldn’t come near that fucking thing with a twelve-foot pole.” You reached over to steal a blueberry, sucking it between your lips before chewing. “I know you told me why you have it, but I still think they’re gross.”

“Twelve-foot pole, huh?”

He grabbed your empty plate suddenly, save for a few burnt fries and crumbs from your bun, and put his own on top of it. You just sat there while he went to dump off your plates, then he looked over his shoulder. “You coming or what?”

“And where are we going exactly?”

“You’re going to come near my tarantula without a twelve-foot pole.”

"She's just sitting there."

"Will you be fucking patient?"

Somehow, Taehyung dragged you into his room to watch his stupid tarantula. His roommate was just gone—vanished like a shadow in the night. You asked him about that but he didn’t really have a good answer, telling you that he did that a lot. Apparently he unearthed a fossil once and kept it in his drawer.

Your heels dug into the back of your ass as you watched the hairy creature. All it was doing was sitting there, occasionally grooming itself. You were bored out of your fucking mind. Why the hell would someone want a giant spider just to watch it? You didn’t like spiders, but wasn’t it bored? Why would any living creature want to rely on someone to feed it and be trapped in a cage?

Taehyung sat down beside you but he held a container full of—

“Are those... crickets?!” you shrieked, wildly looking between him and the tarantula in horror. He wasn’t going to... feed it right now, was he?

“You wanted to see something.”

“Okay, first of all... I didn’t ask to be brought here. You dragged me here as some sort of power play to prove that your bug isn’t boring. I don’t want to watch it eat a cricket. I don’t want it to do anything, in fact.” You went to stand up, but he grabbed onto your hand, tugging you back down. Brushing some strands of hair that fell in your face, you glared at him. “Let me leave.”

“No,” he said, firmly. “Not until you watch her just for a little bit.”

He held your hand down against the floor, rubbing soothing circles into the back of it. As he removed the lid, you watched his side profile. You thought it was interesting that he had his ears pierced, since most guys you knew considered piercing their ears to be a girl thing. With the more you learned about him each day, the more you were starting to think he was all right.

“You cool?” he asked down to you, catching you staring at him. “I’m gonna feed her now, so you have to watch her and not stare at my ass.”

What ass? you thought but watched anyway—the tarantula, not his ass.

A single cricket fell through the container, and then he quickly closed it so the other crickets wouldn’t escape. Your eyes fell onto the creature as it wiggled around until it flipped onto its stomach, then immediately fled to a far corner. Anxiously, you squeezed Taehyung’s hand and he watched your reaction. When the tarantula suddenly leaped forward to eat it, you let out a shriek of terror.

You let out a quick breath. “That was... kind of cool, actually.” Looking over at Taehyung, you saw his grin widening and he let go of your hand. “I didn’t jump. That was merely a tactic to get you scared. It was a test round.”

“Oh, I believe you,” he returned, sarcastically.

Turning your head back to the cage, you watched in amazement as the spider started to dig her own tunnel, burrowing herself in the dirt. Then, she started to groom herself again. You wondered again if she liked living in a cage.

"Why is this... cute? She's a fucking spider."

He laughed, but didn’t say anything back. Offering you the palm of his hand, you silently took it and he pulled you to your feet. You glanced back at the spider a few times, finding how she groomed herself somewhat endearing.

“Thanks for giving her a chance,” he started to say, his eyes softening as he looked at you. “I know we’re not, like... friends or anything, but it was nice of you not to run out of here screaming. Muffy’s really awesome.”

“You kind of forced me to stay but you’re welcome. She’s not too bad.”

“Yeah,” he breathed and one corner of his lips lifted up. “She’s not too bad.”

“You’re not too bad either.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Now that you actually had Taehyung’s phone number, you texted him to tell him that the next few days you couldn’t eat lunch with him because of exams and homework. He didn’t reply, so he almost slipped from your mind.

However, after spending the last three days cooped up in the library and staying there until midnight when they officially closed in nothing but your pajamas, you were ready to be stress-free—and nothing said stress-free like a cheeseburger.

You probably could’ve texted Taehyung ahead of time that you were stopping by his room and that he better be there so you could eat, but you decided you didn’t want to do that. Keeping him on his toes was fun for you.

As you stood in front of his door—and it actually being locked this time—you raised a fist to the door and knocked with the back of your knuckles.

Taehyung wasn’t the one answering the door, however.

His roommate was.

“Greetings,” he said and took a step back so you could come in. “You must be the girl that garnished our room the other day.”

Garnished? you asked yourself with scrunched eyebrows.

“I’m his roommate,” he continued, then gestured for you to give him your hand. When you did, he led you over to his weird satanic circle floor mat. “Would you like to have a reading? I’m training as an apprentice.”

Apprentice... for what?

“Uh... sure, I guess.” He pulled out an empty box from their shared closet and used it as a dividing table between the two of you. Retrieving a random candle and lighter from inside the lining of his black trench coat, he littered the box with candles before smacking down a deck of cards. “What kind of reading?”

“Please shuffle this deck of cards for me.”

He didn’t answer your question but you did as he asked. You weren’t familiar with how to shuffle in a fancy way like some people, but you did your best, cutting the deck in half. After handing the deck back to him, he whispered something you couldn’t make out, then asked for you to cut the deck again.

You went to reach for the deck of cards, but then he pointed a finger at you.

“Also,” he started to say, “please think of a question you want answered.”

There were many questions you wanted answers to and it all started with the elephant in the room—or more specifically, the tarantula. The way Taehyung’s roommate spoke was just weird, too. It was like he was from another dimension. You wanted to know how the hell these two got paired together to be roommates since all college freshmen were assigned roommates based on similar likes and hobbies. You and your roommate both liked screamo music, but what was it that the two of them had in common exactly?

“So, um...” you said, then handed him back the cut deck of cards. “Where is Taehyung? He promised me another cheeseburger today.”

“He’s cleansing himself.”

Why couldn’t he just say shower like a normal person? But at the thought of a shower, you remembered his bare chest that first day. Did Taehyung work out at all? It wasn’t like he had a sixty-five pack or anything, but he had well-defined muscles. You could tell just from that one glimpse of his chest. Though, you also wondered if his roommate was able to read your mind.

“I heard he made an oath of twenty-eight cheeseburgers.”

“I mean... if you want to be specific, yeah.”

It was awkwardly silent for a few seconds, then he held up the cards and asked for you to choose three, then lay them face down in a line on the table—or box. He watched you quietly as you did, then picked up the first card.

“Ah,” he said to himself. “The chariot. This specific spread tells me your past, present, and future. This card especially... I can tell that you’ve had control and dominance over most things in your life, correct?” You nodded silently. “I see someone else here. Your aura gives off that there was another person in your life that also gave off that same aura. A parent perhaps? A sibling?”

“My mother,” you answered quietly. Although you had agreed to it, you really didn’t like the idea of telling a stranger anything about your personal life.

Instead of asking you anything further, he looked at the next card. Turning it around so you could see it as well, it depicted an old man wearing a long, dark cloak as well as holding a walking stick and dimly lit lantern. “This specific card means solitude and soul-searching. How you are currently has been living as a hermit. You’ve stopped letting people in, always keeping them an arm’s length away. Is that how you want to be or do you want to change?”

“I... don’t know.” His eyes seemed to see right through you and a cold shiver ran down your spine. “I mean, you’re right but... I don’t know what I want.”

“I see,” he said after a long silence, then picked up the final card to show you. “Lastly, your future tells me that you’re hopeful. If, in the present, you’re scared to hold people too close to your heart, perhaps there’s also a part of you that is hopeful the future will change that—or maybe it already has changed. Have you met someone that has given you a different outlook on life?”

Your mouth opened and closed. Of course the both of you knew who that person was. Taehyung definitely had given you a new outlook on life but you didn’t think that was enough to change how you’d been for the last four years. A part of you was also afraid to admit that you two had become friends.

Then the door suddenly opened.

Taehyung said your name in surprise, blinking rapidly at the scene before him—you getting a tarot reading by his weird wiccan roommate. He was dressed, unlike the other day, but his hair was damp, telling you he had showered.

“Good evening, Taehyung,” his roommate said, then bowed.

“It is literally noon right now. If you would just open the curtains, you would remember what the sun is,” Taehyung said with a laugh. He walked forward and reached for your hand, pulling you to your full height. “Come on. Let’s go eat.”

As he dragged you out of the room, you glanced back at his roommate. You’d never gotten a tarot reading done before—or any kind of reading—but either he knew more about you than you thought or what he said was actually true.

And that made you nervous.

"So, your roommate is an interesting fellow."

"That’s a nice way of putting it.”

The two of you were making your way to his car again so he could drive you both to the cafeteria. He hadn’t said much on the way down the stairs, but you were lost in your thoughts as well—thinking about what his roommate told you. It wasn’t like you to be so caught up in something supernatural like that, but there was this really weird presence you felt whenever he looked at you.

“Don’t think too hard about what he said,” Taehyung suddenly said, looking at you from over his shoulder. “He gave me a tarot reading once, too. It’s just a load of fucking crap, if you ask me.”

“Nothing he told you was true?”

“Nah.” The two of you stopped and he opened his garage. As it opened torturously slow, he slid his gaze over to you standing beside him. “I just don’t think things are set in stone like that. I think you’re in charge of your own destiny.”

You nodded. “You’re right. I don’t know why I was even thinking about it.”

“Well, what did he say exactly?”

“Uh...” you trailed off, thinking about how to word it. “He said I’m a hermit basically and that I’m not open to emotion. My future looks bright, though.”

He laughed. “You’re not a hermit. Maybe you’re not as open to your feelings as other people, but there’s nothing wrong with that. Take it at your own pace.”

“Thanks, Taehyung.”

“You’re welcome.”

You looked up at him and gave him a warm smile, appreciating what he said. He looked the same as always but there was something about the strands of damp hair that fell into his face that made him look especially good looking. His sweatshirt was free of holes as well, so he looked passingly normal for once.

“If you want,” he began, keeping his eyes on the garage door, “I could give you a reading, too. I mean, I don’t have any cards or whatever the fuck else, but it might make you feel better about what he said.”

“And how would you do that?”

“I’ll ask you three questions and tell you your future from your answers.”

“Interesting. Go on.”

The garage door finally opened and he touched your lower back, gesturing for you to follow him into his car. He unlocked it with his keys but you opened the door right before he did, so the door was still locked.

“Press the button again,” you whined, pulling at the handle.

“God, you’re so impatient.”

He did, though, and the two of you squeezed inside his car from the restricted space you had to open its doors. Once inside, he turned the car on and blasted the heater, then put his arm over the back of his seat.

“What were you like as a kid?”

“You waste no fucking time,” you grumbled with a laugh. “Well, I kept mostly to myself. I didn’t like to talk to the other kids in my class. Believe it or not, but I was really shy and introverted. I loved to read during recess like a nerd.”

He looked you up and down, narrowing his eyes in deep thought. “You know, somehow I feel like I can really fucking see that. Don’t ask me why.”

“Next question?”

“Next question...” he trailed off, leaning his head against the windshield. “Next question is: What is your biggest regret in life?”

You didn’t like this game anymore. He was asking questions you weren’t expecting him to ask at all—questions that you hadn’t thought about in a long time. He seemed to sense your discomfort and told you that you didn’t have to answer, but for some reason, you didn’t feel that uncomfortable telling him.

It was like he was a stranger, someone you only met a few days ago, but you also felt like you knew him a long time, too. He felt comfortable to you.

“I guess this goes back to my childhood,” you started to say and blew out a puff of air onto the windshield to draw a smiley face absentmindedly. “I kept to myself and didn’t have any real friends until college. No one likes the shy kid, so I guess I regretted not speaking more and being so anxious about things. If I was more outgoing, I probably would’ve enjoyed school a lot more.”

“Damn.” He sighed loudly. “This is kind of depressing but I was that kid in school—always talking, always laughing. But you know what? I always wanted to talk to the shy kids. They were always doing their own thing, you know? I was surrounded by my friends constantly, so I wish I would’ve hung out with myself more instead just because it really wore me out after a while.”

He licked at his lips, then continued, “What was your first relationship like?”

“He cheated on me.”

“Fuck,” he groaned out. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“It’s fine, Taehyung. I don’t mind telling you. I was still shy and I had liked him for a while when he asked me out. I didn’t really talk much since I was just so fucking shy, so I guess he must’ve just gotten bored of me after a while.”

“Shut the fuck up.” He leant forward, grabbing onto your shoulder. “You don’t fucking cheat on someone just because you’re bored of them. That’s not fucking okay with me at all. That’s not fair to the other person.”

“Were you cheated on, too?”

“Yeah. Maybe that’s why I have a tarantula. Like, if I have her, the people that sick around... I’ll know they’re really sticking around for me.”

“That’s fucking deep, dude.”

“Says the person sticking around for cheeseburgers.”

You shoved at his shoulder playfully. He wasn’t wrong exactly but the cheeseburgers were just what reeled you in. And at the thought of the two of you never speaking again after the month was over, you felt... sad.

“I’m not just sticking around because of the fucking cheeseburgers,” you said with a laugh. “I mean, we only hang out to eat but I like hanging out with you. A lot of my relationships have just ended so badly, and maybe I’m just afraid to say we’re friends if you actually don’t give a shit about me at all.”

“Don’t feel too bad. All my ex-girlfriends tried to kill my tarantulas.”

“You've... had more than one?"

"Girlfriends or tarantulas?"

"Tarantulas."

Your laughter echoed inside the car, and when it died down, he put the car into reverse and backed out of the garage. Just as he pulled out onto the road, he paused, then looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was behind him.

“I think...” he trailed off, then looked at you as if he was looking into your soul. “Here’s my reading: I think you’re afraid of having a relationship of any kind. Maybe you are a hermit, but don’t force yourself to change. Sometimes, we can’t fully change ourselves alone and we just need another person to help us.”

“That’s funny because your roommate said the same thing.”

“That you can’t force yourself to change?”

You shook your head. “No. Just mentioned that I’ll meet someone that will push me to change and give me a new outlook on life, or maybe I already have.”

It was at one o’clock in the morning that Taehyung texted you later that night.

TAEHYUNG [1:05:32]: are u up

You considered not replying and going back to sleep, but you were also intrigued at the same time. Why the fuck was he texting you so late?

YOU [1:06:01]: i am now thx

Then your phone was ringing, blasting your Crown the Empire by Millenia ringtone. You shot straight up in your bed and pulled back your covers. Looking over at your roommate, you were thankful that she snored like a fucking tornado and answered the call in a quiet whisper, then ran to your door.

"Why did you fucking call me?! My roommate's asleep, you idiot."

He hung up on you just as you said that.

You pulled your phone away from your ear at that, glaring at the screen angrily. Just as you were about to go back into your room and curl under your covers again, you heard some footsteps from down the other end of the hall.

He waved at you nonchalantly as he jogged down to meet you. The glare didn’t slip from your face, even when he stood only mere feet from you. Holding his phone in his hand, he locked it and slipped it into his back jean pocket.

Pressing your fingers to your temples, you whispered, “Why can't you just be a normal person and tell me when you want to hang out that’s not fucking one o’clock in the morning?! And that doesn’t involve calling me with a roommate asleep?! Am I a monkey with a cymbal for you to watch or something?!”

"You’re just cranky because I woke you up.”

Your mouth dropped open, about ready to scream at him and drag him to the parking lot just so you could beat him up, but then you felt the familiar warmth of his hand as he lead you down the hallway and to the staircase.

"What are we doing?” you asked, your anger vanishing with each second.

"I thought we could hang out,” he replied, looking back behind at you with a cheeky grin. He knew that’s not what you were asking.

“I want to fucking sl—”

“I have some alcohol in my trunk.”

“And what the fuck are we doing walking so slowly?”

He laughed as you basically dragged him down the stairs instead of him, but smiled at the sight of your emo pajama shorts, giving him a nice view of your ass. You didn’t know which garage his car was in, though, so once the two of you were outside the building, you looked over at him to lead the way again.

Glancing down at his hand tightly holding onto your own, you complimented him in your head for having such big, strong hands. His fingers were so fucking long, too, and his nails were almost stubby from how short they were. Maybe he had a bad habit of chewing on his nails or something. Now that you thought of it, all his features were big—his hands, his nose, his ears, his fucking mouth. His girlfriends probably stuck around just from the bomb ass oral sex alone.

"Why did you buy a garage?” you randomly asked. No one was outside—probably asleep like normal functioning people—but that comforted you somehow. “They’re, like, fucking $100. Why not just get a parking pass?”

"Obviously to smoke weed and fuck.”

You wondered if that was why he wanted to hang out so late in the first place—and the dumber part of you wasn’t opposed. At that thought, your heart rate started to pick up, almost pounding out of your chest. Would you fuck him without hesitation if he asked? Hell fucking yeah. Would you feel good about it in the morning? Hell fucking no. But that didn’t mean you wouldn’t.

The two of you stood there as his garage door opened, and when there was enough room for him to crawl under it, he bent his head under the door and opened his trunk to pull out a case of beer. Handing you a bottle, you thanked him and used your long sleeves to pop off the cap without injuring yourself.

He slammed his trunk closed, then sat on the rear of the car with a hop. You followed him, nervously sitting beside him as you continuously took large sips.

“Remember when we met?”

“In the girls’ communal bathroom with your fucking tarantula?”

He laughed. “Yeah. You were bare ass naked. I still remember.”

“I mean... I gave you some good masturbation material. I think being naked is very freeing. Obviously I’m not an exhibitionist but I’m not shy.”

“I can tell. You have a nice ass, by the way.”

“I know, and you don’t.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he said with a laugh. “My dick makes up for it.”

“Yeah? How big is your dick, then?”

You knew you were treading on some dangerous waters, but you blamed the alcohol. And funny enough, you took another sip as you thought that.

“I’m not fucking telling you,” he said, lying against his car’s back windshield. “You’d make fun of it even if it was the size of the loch ness monster.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Is it the size of the loch ness monster?”

He placed an arm behind his head, giving you a good view of his biceps flexing. Turning his head to look up at you, he grinned. “I’ve never gotten any complaints.”

You bit into your lip, trying discreetly to rub your legs together for some friction. He’d barely said a word about his dick but you already could tell your panties were drenched. Think about his tarantula, you told yourself. When you glanced down at his dick and saw it straining against his pants, you were doomed.

As you brought your eyes back to his face, he was staring at your bare legs rubbing together. When he looked back into your eyes, something changed. Setting his half-empty bottle of beer beside him, he reached for a handful of your shirt, tugging you down so you were inches away from his face.

“You wanna find out?”

You had never nodded so fucking fast in your life.

He sat up quickly, straightening his back and bumping his nose against yours, and then he was pulling you onto his lap and kissing the fucking life out of you. You brought your hands up to his face, stroking his cheeks as he angled his head and sucked your bottom lip into his mouth. Maybe you had been waiting for this a little longer than you admitted to yourself. You moaned softly from the back of your throat and he smiled into the kiss, reaching around your back to pull you impossibly closer to him. His beer bottle clinked against the concrete a few seconds later when it fell off the car, but neither of you pulled away.

Licking the seam of his lips, you slid your tongue into his mouth just as he parted his lips. You started with a quick lick to his tongue before you pulled back, the both of you breathing heavily into each other’s mouths. He quickly grabbed the back of your head, pulling you back in. This time, he was the one shoving his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around your own. Your hands fell from his cheeks and to the tops of his shoulders, both moaning out loud.

When you felt him lick at the back of your teeth, you laughed into the kiss and pulled away, cheeks ablaze. He stared back at you with half-lidded eyes and a cheeky grin, then moved one of his fingers to your stomach to play with the hem of your pajama shorts. You didn’t pull his hand away but instead palmed him over his jeans and looked at him coyly. With an eyebrow raised, he shoved you onto your back, leaning over you to give you a quick peck on the lips. Then he was yanking your shorts down to reveal your white panties, soaking and wet.

With one of his fingers, he pushed the material aside and slid another lightly across your outer lips, barely touching you. Even if it was light as a feather, you felt it and it felt so good. Your fingernails clawed into the bare skin at his arms, and he put more pressure on his finger as he slid it up and down your lips. His finger then easily found your clitoris and made sure it was lubricated enough before he pinched at it, earning a yelp from you below him.

You dragged one of your hands up his arm to his shoulder, slowly skimming down his clothed chest and held onto his hand, showing him the pace you wanted. His finger swirled around your bundle of nerves and your head fell against the trunk of his car, panting wildly. With your neck exposed, he leaned down to give an experimental lick, then bit into the skin there.

“T-Taehyung!” you yelled out, your thighs trembling.

He pulled away from your neck to give you a smirk, then kissed your lips. He knew what the fuck he was doing to you; he had experience. You opened your mouth for him easily as he slid his tongue inside and increased the pace of his fingers, continuing to pinch and circle your clit.

“Oh, God...” you moaned into his mouth. “R-Right fucking there.”

You heard a car door slamming and the sound of faint laughter, but you were too busy clawing into the skin on the back of his hand to care. They could fucking walk in and join you and you wouldn’t give a single fuck.

Your hand moved from holding his hand as he stroked you, palming him again.

“Taehyung...” you whimpered, “I need more.”

He pulled away from your mouth, the ends of his fringe tickling your nose. “I don’t have any condoms or anything, though.”

“Just do something.”

“Didn’t you fucking hear me? I don’t have anything, you crazy woman,” he breathed into your mouth, continuing to play with your clit.

“I’ve decided today is— Oh, fuck... Today is my birthday, so take off your fucking pants and make my birthday something special.”

“It’s not your birthday, though.”

“Really? You’re going to be a dick to me on my birthday?”

He rolled his eyes as he removed his hand from your pussy, licking at his fingers coated with your sticky juices, then pulled down his pants until you could see his boxers peaking through. You thought he was going to take them off, too, but then he was simply hovering over you, pressing his clothed length against your dripping center. He rubbed against your sweet spot, then slid one of his arms under your back to lift you so that you were sitting on his lap again.

Your pajama shorts hung around your ankle and you quickly flung them behind you as you ground down onto him. He thrusted up from below and your head fell back, giving him the opportunity to bite at the skin at your neck again.

“You really...” you trailed off, breathing heavily. “You really like b-biting, huh?”

The laughter got closer and without his finger directly fingering at your clit, your head was clearer. You cracked open your eyes and strained your ears, then grabbed a fistful of his shirt to yank him away from your neck.

“Close the fucking door. I think they’re coming over here.”

He reached into his front jean pocket to grab the opener, then frantically skipped over the button a few times because of you grinding down onto his dick. When he finally managed to press it and the garage came sliding down, it seemed to malfunction a little bit, then went back up overhead.

“Taehyung,” you growled. “Close. The. Fucking. Door.”

“I-I’m trying! It won’t fucking shut,” he said as he repeatedly mashed his thumb against the button, then tossed the useful device behind him.

“What are we going to— Ah, that feels so good...”

“What? Right here?” he asked, then thrusted up into you again just as he pulled you down onto his hardened length, some creases in the fabric hitting you in just the right spot. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Fuck you and your non-functioning door.”

With his hands wrapped around your back and yours dangling over his shoulders, the two of you paused in your grinding when you heard the footsteps getting closer, drunken laughter almost in your ears. Turning your attention back to each other, you leaped off of him to find your pajama shorts. Did you fucking fling them outside? You looked over your shoulder and... there they were.

“We don’t have fucking time,” he whispered. “Get in the car.”

And so he dragged you by the hand, unlocked the back door, and shoved you inside. You landed on your stomach, giving him another nice view of your ass in only your panties, then he followed in after you to close the door.

The two of you peaked over the backseat just as they walked by. However, one bent over to pick up your pajama shorts. You couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying but then they were laughing, tossing your shorts into the distance.

“I liked those shorts...” you grumbled, and then heard Taehyung laughing beside you. You slapped at his shoulder loudly. “Stop laughing at me!”

He held a closed fist to his lips. “Sorry. I think they’re gone now.”

The people or my shorts? you thought bitterly.

When he could still feel your glare digging into the side of his face, he opened the door and you followed after him. He rubbed at the fabric on your arms, leaning down to peck your lips once, then said, “I’ll get you some new ones.”

“What if I said my dead grandma got me those shorts on a distant island you haven’t heard of because it went up in flames after she fucking died?”

“I guess that sucks for you, then.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled up at him. “I know I said I don’t mind being naked but there’s something embarrassing about walking into a building in just your underwear. Do you have a sweatshirt in there I could put on?”

“Nah, but you could wrap my shirt around your waist or something.” He tugged his shirt off by the collar, revealing his tanned chest, and handed it to you. You tied it around your waist, glancing down to make sure your underwear wasn’t visible. “You look cute in that.”

“Thanks,” you said with tinted cheeks, shuffling your feet back and forth. “I should head back now. Thanks for... whatever the fuck this was.”

“You good to walk back by yourself?”

“Yeah, why do you ask?”

“I have...” he trailed off as he looked as his dick still pressing against his jeans. You followed his gaze, biting your lip at what could’ve been.

“Right. I’ll leave you to it.”

“Thanks. See you.”

“Bye, Taehyung.”

The last view you had of him before you walked back into the dorms was him lying on the back of his car, stroking his length up and down just as he came.

Ever since that night, you were on edge—on edge because of the weird guy with a pet tarantula. You’d never been manhandled so good in your entire fucking life. For one thing, he knew what the clitoris was and how to find it. Even your ex-boyfriends could barely do that much but they definitely couldn’t make you cum. But him? If those people hadn’t walked by, you definitely would’ve coated his fingers in an explosive mess of it.

Maybe the tarot cards were right; you were afraid of him.

You texted him the next morning with some bullshit excuse that you had exams coming up again and didn’t have time to eat lunch with him, as if you weren’t forcing him to eat lunch with you in the first place. And after that, it was spring break and you were beginning to forget what he even fucking looked like.

Pulling your suitcase full of clean clothes and body care products, you stumbled your way up the long set of stairs to your room. Your roommate wasn’t supposed to be back for another few hours because she got stuck in traffic, so you had the whole one hundred and fourteen square feet to yourself.

After unpacking, which basically just meant opening your suitcase, you fell against your bed with a sigh. He really was the fucking devil.

Then your phone vibrated.

TAEHYUNG [2:32:07]: when r u coming back from break

Your heart beat picked up at that and you just laid there, staring at your phone in complete silence. Did that mean he was already back? Most people didn’t come back until the last possible second, so you knew most of the floor consisted of empty rooms. If he was already here, then that meant—

Oh, no.

Biting your lip, you replied.

YOU [2:33:10]: i just got back actually

A few seconds later without missing a beat:

TAEHYUNG [12:39:02]: did i do something to upset u

He really doesn’t fuck around, you thought with a laugh.

TAEHYUNG [12:39:37]: we can pretend it never happened

He hadn’t even given you a chance to reply. Had he been thinking about this the entire time you were gone? Admittedly, you couldn’t stop thinking about it either but you were the one who got most of the pleasure, not him.

YOU [12:41:09]: i dont want to do that tho

TAEHYUNG [12:41:45]: then stop being a baby and talk to me

YOU [12:42:22]: wtf u think were doing right now

He didn’t reply for a while after that, but then five minutes later there was a knock on your door. You knew immediately who it was.

Even knowing that, you looked through the peephole on your door to look at him for a few seconds. His hair was damp again, as if he just showered, and his hands were tucked nervously in the front pockets of his sweatpants.

“Hi,” you said awkwardly when you opened the door.

“I don’t fucking understand you,” he started to say, brushing past you to walk into your room. “You avoid me for the past two weeks and then when I’m the one making the first move to talk to you, you act like nothing happened.”

“I’m... sorry...” you mumbled. You stared at him as he sat on your bed, kicking at your open suitcase in frustration. “I wanted to talk to you but...”

“But what? You’re confusing the living fuck out of me,” he said as he stood up. “I thought you— I thought you liked what we did.”

“I did!” you yelled, surprising him. He took a step back with wide eyes. “I did... I’m just— I don’t fucking know. I guess I didn’t know how to act.”

“Here’s a crazy idea: you could’ve fucking talked to me about it instead of ignoring me and making me feel like shit. I’ve been thinking about you for the past two weeks and I gave you your space, but I felt like complete shit.”

You really didn’t know what to say because he was right.

Your mouth hung open, looking at him with wide eyes. It hit you just then as he licked nervously at his bottom lip and looked about ready to strangle you that you liked him. You fucking liked the mushroom head tarantula boy.

Just as you got the courage to tell him that, the combination on your door was being punched in and in walked your roommate, five hours earlier than she told you. She paused when she saw what she walked in on.

“Should I come back later?” she asked, looking between the two of you.

“No,” Taehyung said but he only looked at you. “We’re done here.”

And then he was storming past her, slamming the door behind him, and taking whatever emotions you willed yourself to feel with him.

It was fifteen minutes after midnight and your roommate had just shut off the lights, turning over on her side as she started to lightly snore.

YOU [12:15:11]: are u up

You didn’t think he would reply, especially after how angry he got with you earlier, but for some fucking reason he did.

TAEHYUNG [12:15:46]: yea

You could work with that.

YOU [12:15:59]: im sorry

YOU [12:16:33]: for avoiding u

YOU [12:17:04]: i liked what we did

YOU [12:17:42]: what do i need to do for u to forgive me

His response was something you were not expecting.

TAEHYUNG [12:18:51]: stick ur hand down ur pants

You glanced over at your roommate asleep. She was just getting into that cycle of sleep where she really started to snore loudly, so maybe you could—

TAEHYUNG [12:19:01]: and put ur phone on silent

Not even a minute later and he was calling you. Immediately, you answered and you heard his heavy breathing on the other end. Biting your lip, you wiggled your hips to remove your pajama shorts, dropping them to your floor. Your underwear followed a second later and your fingers hovered over your center.

“What are you wearing right now?” he breathed into the phone, his voice at a low whisper as to not wake up his own roommate.

“I t-took off my pajama shorts and underwear,” you started to say, glancing over at your roommate again, “so all I’m wearing is a skimpy tank top. No bra either.”

"Fuck,” he said back, dragging the curse out as he sighed. “Are you touching yourself right now?”

“No.” He went to interrupt you, saying you really needed to start doing what the fuck he told you to do, then you continued in a smug whisper, “I’m waiting for you to tell me how you want me to touch myself.”

You heard a string of curses fall from his lips, and then the bed was creaking as he moved around, pulling at his boxers until he was naked from the waist down.

“Finger yourself and put the phone down there so I can hear you.”

You pulled your phone away from your ear obediently, holding it just a few inches above your drenched lips, then ran a finger along them until it was halfway inside of you. As you pumped it in and out of you, you heard a wet squelching sound. With nothing but the hum of your air conditioning unit in your room, it was like screaming into a megaphone. Looking over at your roommate again, you sighed when she didn’t wake up—or from something else entirely.

“You sound so fucking good,” he growled into your ear when you balanced it against your ear again, using your other hand to part your lips.

“I want to hear you, too.” Pulling your finger out of your tight hole, you moved it to your clit as you began to rub soft but firm circles around it. “Oh, my— Fuck.”

“Are you touching your clit now?” he asked, and you thought you heard the faint sound of him stroking himself. “I wish I was the one touching it.”

“I want you to so badly, Taehyung,” you whimpered. Your legs shook and a feeling inside the pit of your stomach told you the sensations shooting from the tip of your toes to the bottom of your gut were coming faster than you anticipated. Just the thought of Taehyung being the one to touch you had you gasping out. “I want you to fuck me so badly. I still don’t know how big you are.”

“It fucking kills me that we can’t even do anything about that right now.”

He was right. You both had roommates and neither of you wanted to get a noise complaint from one of the RAs. Just as that thought passed through you, however, it occurred to you there was another place you could go.

“We could. You could fuck me in one of the communal showers.”

Taehyung let out another string of hushed curses, stroking himself at a now frantic pace. When he felt like he could breathe again, if only to take in short, shallow breaths, he grunted, “You’re a dirty bitch, aren’t you? Would you like that if I followed you into the girls’ bathroom and fucked you against a wall?”

“Oh, G-God... Taehyung... I would. I really fucking would. I want you to fuck into me so fast that I can’t even fucking breathe properly.” Your fingers circled your clit faster, then one of your fingers from your other hand disappeared inside of you to curl against your inner walls. “Fucking spank me. Spank me as you call me the dirty bitch we both know I am.”

His strokes became sloppy as his orgasm approached, just from hearing you. “We can’t tonight but I swear to fuck, the next time I see you— The next time I s-see— Fuck me. The next time I see you your ass is mine.”

“M-Me too,” you whimpered. “Keep going. Please don’t stop. Oh, God... Don’t stop.” When the added stimulation of your finger inside of you and the pinching and rubbing of your other around your clit joined together, the tingly sensation inside of you felt tight and you all but exploded. You knew you would scream, so you quickly removed your finger from your hole to cover your face with one of your pillows.

“T-Taehyung! I-I-I’m cumming!” you screamed into the pillow.

You assumed he came as well because all you could hear on the line was both of your heavy breathing, your eyes closing in exhaustion. Then, you let out a quiet laugh and hoped that you didn’t wake up your roommate.

“You’re going to kill me one of these days, you dirty bitch.”

And then he hung up.

Your roommate didn’t look you in the eye the next day, not even when you asked her if she wanted to go to a party one of the guys’ on the floor below you was throwing. That left you no option but to go alone—or with someone else.

She had definitely heard you masturbating.

So, there you were, holding a half-empty red solo cup and watching Taehyung from across the room as a group of girls surrounded him with flirty smiles. Could they make him cum as fast as you did last night? Fuck no.

Although you were the one who invited him, he seemed to have forgotten all about you once he saw three pairs of bigger tits. Maybe yours could be bigger but he did tell you that you had a nice ass that one time. Was he a tits or ass guy? As it looked like he was looking down their shirts, you'd say the former.

Your cup almost crumpled to the floor from how hard you were squeezing it, some of the beer inside spilling onto the floor. You ran your tongue across your lips in an attempt to calm yourself down. Maybe things were a bit awkward when you knocked on his door a half an hour ago, but that didn’t translate to please ignore me for the rest of the night to make me feel better.

"You okay there?” someone asked and you looked to your side to see it was one of the boys in your same major that you had a class with this semester.

“I’m fine,” you grumbled. “I’m just having a rough night, I guess.”

As your gaze lingered on Taehyung in the kitchen, you knew you were being so fucking transparent about it. Who the fuck did he think he was?

“Is he a friend of yours? I haven’t seen him around.”

“You could say that,” you said into your drink, taking a large sip.

Just as you did, Taehyung’s gaze slid over to you, then landed on the guy standing next to you with narrowed eyes. You raised an eyebrow, as if to say two can play at that game. His attention drifted back to the girls in front of him, however, and you continued to seethe in complete and utter silence.

“I think I should go,” you told your classmate. “Before I drink too much.”

“All right. You want me to walk you back or anything?”

“That’s okay. I’m just on the next floor. See you.”

And then you dropped your cup in a nearby garbage can and opened the door, slamming it behind you. From the loud, thumping music, though, you doubt anyone heard you. Crossing your arms, angry tears brimmed your eyes.

Doesn’t matter if they own a tarantula or a fucking bunny, you thought, guys are all the same in the end anyway.

Just as you opened the door to the staircase leading up to the top floor, you heard your name being shouted from behind you. At seeing it was the devil himself, you rolled your eyes and slammed the door behind you.

Stomping up the stairs with tightly clenched fists, you prayed to any divine presence that he wouldn’t fucking follow you. Although, you also wanted him to just so you could yell at him and then leave. Unfortunately, though, you heard the door you just opened close a second time and knew he was on your heels.

“Would you hold on a fucking second?” he yelled after you, skipping over multiple steps at a time in order to catch up with you.

“Leave me alone, Taehyung.”

“What the fuck did I do now?” he demanded. Grabbing onto your shoulder, he whirled you around to face him, then took a step back at the sight of tears. “Please tell me what I did wrong. I don’t like seeing you upset.”

Running the back of your thumb under your eyes, you mumbled, “We went to that party together. Then you ditch me as soon as you fucking can.”

“I didn’t walk up to them!” he yelled, his voice raising with every passing syllable. “I was getting you a drink and then they started talking to me. I didn’t see you complaining when that guy with the stupid hair talked to you.”

You rolled your eyes, shoving him away from you. “Whatever, Taehyung.”

You just really didn’t have the energy to argue with him right now. Maybe they did come over to him but he sure as fuck didn’t stop them.

“No, no. Hold on a fucking second. We’re not done here.”

Ignoring him, you pushed open the door to your floor. Just as you took a step onto the hard carpet flooring in the hallway, he was yanking you back to him.

“Just let me fucking g—!”

The familiar taste of his lips infected your sensations, a cold shudder running down your spine. Walking you towards the wall by the door, he caged you in, attacking your lips and biting them as he pulled away.

“We’re not done here,” he whispered. Your eyes opened to see him looking down at you intensely, one of the hands framing your head dropping to your shoulder, then raising to stroke one of your cheeks. “I think I like you.”

You blinked, looking at his lips. “You make me so fucking angry.”

“Just fucking forget about those girls. You’re the only one for me.”

“They’d probably run away screaming when they saw your tarantula anyway.”

He leaned back, laughing. His thumb rubbed circles into your cheek, then skimmed down until he ran it along your bottom lip. “Not you, though.”

Your hands came to rest on his forearms, then you attacked him—not in the bad way but more in the way that you needed to kiss him in the next five seconds otherwise you were about to explode. He let out a surprised gasp, but then returned your kiss, his arms coming to wrap around your back as he anchored you to his chest. Your breasts pressed against him and the two of you blindly walked over to the door, opening it in an effort to find a lockable door.

“M-My room’s closer,” you breathed into the kiss.

“It is...” You almost fell over when he thought the empty space behind you was a wall and pressed his weight into you too strongly. His hand landed on your lower back, then shoved you into a wall. You let out a grunt but didn’t pull away. “But I thought we talked about fucking in the bathroom?”

“You’re a fucking kinky douchebag, aren’t you?”

“Says the dirty bitch who wanted me to spank her last night.”

You pulled back, tugging at his bottom lip as you did. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No,” he said, grasping your ass cheeks in his big hands and causing your center to brush against his hardened length. “I happen to like spanking.”

And with that, he pulled you away from the wall and let his hand come crashing down on your behind. The slap echoed down the hallway and although it hurt, a tingly sensation began to pool inside of you.

“Do it again.”

He spun you around, shoving you in the direction of the bathroom—either the boys’ or the girls’, it didn’t matter. Just as you reached the doorway, your eyes fell to the tiled flooring acting as a divider for the sin you were about to commit and from being a good child of the lord. With a firm spank on your behind once again, he pushed you over that line and into the bathroom. He didn’t even bother to check if anyone was using the bathroom.

Aggressively tugging at the zipper at the back of your dress, the black material quickly pooled at your feet a second later. When he noticed you weren’t even wearing a bra, he tilted his head back and let out a groan.

You looked over your shoulder at him, shooting him a coy grin as you walked towards one of the shower stalls and pulled back the curtain. Someone seemed to have left some shower gel inside, so you turned on the water and held out your hand make sure it got to the right temperature.

“We’re going to actually take a fucking shower?”

“Hell no,” you replied, shaking your hand and having droplets of water spray onto the sides of the stall. “But you need to get clean whenever you get dirty.”

“I am going to fucking die,” he muttered to himself before tugging at his shirt, his pants following closely behind.

You closed the curtain behind you just as you got a glimpse of his dick. It was about to do wonders to your insides that you didn’t even want to think about it. Tilting your head back, the water from the shower head rained down your back, making you think back to when you two first met. You had been bare ass naked that time, too—and conveniently enough, it had taken place in the same bathroom.

When the room grew silent, except for the sound of water running, the curtain was pulled back again by Taehyung. His eyes ran down the length of your body, stopping for a rest stop at your breasts. It hit him just then that he could actually fucking touch them this time instead of just staring.

The curtain shut once again and he settled himself behind you, reaching for the shower gel and squirting a sizable amount into the palm of his hand. Rubbing his hands together to create a sudsy consistency, he reached forward and palmed your breasts, lapping them up with the gel. Your head came down onto his shoulder as you let out a loud moan. One of your weaknesses was having your breasts groped, and he was groping them in the exact way you liked.

His fingers worked at your nipples, tweaking and pulling them until sigh after sigh escaped your lips. He maneuvered his middle and forefinger so that your nipples fit between them, as if his fingers were scissors. Finally, you knew why the good lord blessed him with big hands and long fingers. You reached behind you and blindly grasped his shaft in your hand, lazily stroking him in an attempt to return some of the pleasure he was giving you. Squirming under the twisting and pulling from his fingers on your nipples, you let out a yelp when one of his hands left your breasts and spanked you hard.

You pulled your lower lip into your mouth, ears perking up at the sound of him panting into your ear. Without any warning, however, the hand fondling your ass smoothed over until it was planted flat on your stomach, drifting downward. His middle finger slowly pumped in and out of your tight hole, the combination of his other hand still groping each of your breasts in turns and his finger curling against the top of your inner walls making your toes curl in pleasure.

“God... Taehyung. Keep fucking going.”

Then he was spinning you around, shoving you until your back fell against the wall of the shower stall, and lifting your leg to wrap around his waist. He raised a single eyebrow, as if to ask if you still wanted to go through with it, and you nodded through a lust-filled gaze. Glancing down at his erection, you reached forward and began to stroke him again at a steady pace. Your other hand grabbed onto his hip, pulling him closer to your center. He followed your gaze and watched with his jaw hanging open as you slowly slid him inside of you.

“Fuck,” he groaned in pleasure, bottoming out.

The arm framing your face fell to the single leg wrapped around his waist, then hooked his other arm under your other leg to fully anchor you to him. You whispered into his ear for him to start moving and he wasted no time, rocking in and out of you at a steady pace. It seemed like every single fucking inch of him was touching some part of you, shooting spikes of pleasure straight to your core. Your ankles locked around his waist and your gaze drifted to his arms, amazed how he was able to hold you up so easily. Whenever your exes even tried to have wall sex, it ended up with the two of you on the floor.

With his slow and steady thrusts, you took charge and began to bounce up and down on his length, and he made a moan from the back of his throat. He couldn’t even open his eyes because of the water spurting from the shower head, but feeling the sensations of you tightly squeezing the fuck out of his cock was enough for him. Still, he wanted to see your face when you came.

His arm twisted the knob so that the shower stopped raining water on both of your heads and he pulled a hand away from underneath one of your knees to brush back his soaking fringe. The water still trailed past his cheeks but he opened his eyes and almost exploded right there at the sight of you—your head tilted back and moving back and forth as your thighs trembled. Immediately, he reached down to rub at your clit in circles so he could hear you scream.

“You l-look,” you attempted to say, breathing heavily, “fucking sexy with your hair pushed back like that. I didn’t know you had a f-f-fucking forehead.”

Taehyung ran his tongue against his teeth, rolling his eyes, then he placed a hand against your own forehead. Your wet hair was pushed back in a tangled mess as he did. In retaliation, you reached to mess up his own hair, which caused you to clench down on his dick. He let out a loud groan and you smirked, repeating the action until he was whining at you to stop.

“Fucking stop, you demon,” he grunted, panting. “I don’t want to cum yet.”

“Gotta cum sometime.”

“But not now.”

And then his hand drifted down to your throbbing clit, rubbing at it furiously in an effort to get you to cum before him. You whined, squirming in his arms, and not even a few seconds later you were clenching down on his cock again, exploding around him. He pulled out when you groaned from overstimulation, then caught you when you fell face first into his chest from your shaking legs.

“You didn’t cum,” you breathed out shakily.

“I’m not wearing a condom.”

Your eyes widened at that because you did fucking forget to grab some in your horny dash to the bathroom. You thanked the good lord he was thinking clearly since you hadn’t been at all. Although, you didn’t think he had any diseases of the sort, the thought lingered at the back of your mind. You were just about to offer to go down on him so he could get off, but he stopped you.

“I’m clean,” he whispered, stroking your cheek. “Don’t worry.”

“I know.” You looked up at him and smiled. “I trust you.”

“Come on. Let’s go to my room before someone catches us in here.”

You probably should have talked to him about what you just did and what that fucking meant, but there you were bent over his desk, his tarantula watching.

He slapped a hand against one of your ass cheeks and you cried out, clenching around him in pleasure. For some reason, it turned you on to think that his pet could be watching the two of you fuck. Fucking thing was probably lonely without a male to bite the head off of after sex—or maybe that was black widows. They were both part of the same family, so whatever.

His dick continued to pound into you and the desk slammed against the wall with each powerful thrust of his hips. You were screaming out, almost near tears from how hard he was ramming into you, but it felt so good.

“Don’t be so loud,” you hissed up at him after he let out a loud moan.

In retaliation, he gave you a particularly deep thrust and your nails dug into the wood of his desk, screaming out as he kept up the same fast pace.

“’Don’t be so loud,’” he mocked, voice tight and breathy.

“Oh, go s-suck a cock.”

When your hand came up and accidentally smacked against the side of the tarantula cage, you let out a yelp of pain and he pulled you into his chest, then walked backwards until the back of his knees hit the edge of his bed. Quickly, he flipped you so that you were beneath him and slipped back into you. You’d already cum again and were simply waiting for him to finish himself off.

The only sound in the room was the sound of your mixed breathing and panting, but that changed when you ran one of your hands through his damp hair and smiled up at him warmly.

“Taehyung?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad we’re doing this.”

He smiled down at you, lowering himself so that not one inch of your skin was separated. “Me too. My dick fucking thanks you right now.”

“Not that,” you growled with a glare. “Though, I like this, too... But I t-think...” Your voice became unsteady when his pace began to speed up. “Oh, fuck... I think I actually wanna go out with you. Ah, shit...”

It was almost as if that was all he needed to hear before he was spurting his cum into the condom, dropping his weight onto you for a moment before rolling over. He twisted the condom, then tossed into the trash near his bed.

Falling back onto the bed, he wrapped an arm around your neck. “Let’s do it.”

You nodded. “I really like you, Taehyung. Don’t make me regret it.”

He turned to look down at you, rubbing circles into your shoulder. “I won’t. I promise I won’t fucking screw this up. You just let me fuck you in front of my tarantula, so there’s no way I’m going to let myself fuck it up.”

You scooted up so that your faces were inches apart, then pecked him on the lips. “I won’t let you fuck it up.”

“Yeah,” he said with a laugh. “I didn’t think you would. But you don’t have to worry about that. Why the fuck would I let go of the only girl who would let me fuck her in the same room as my tarantula?”

[ac3id]

Plaything | 18+

plaything 0/ ?? | part 1

pairings: yandere! bully bakugou katsuki x fem! reader

warnings: [series] blackmail, bullying, dubcon/ noncon, filming w/o consent, yandere themes, no quirks au. ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE 18 YEARS OF AGE.

↪ for chapter 0: dubcon, blackmail, humiliation.

summary: by luck, you get enrolled into u.a high the best school in your town. the only catch is that the school is filled with rich, spoilt, and powerful brats who just seem to hate you, and among them, a certain red-eyed blonde dreads you the most

↪ for chapter 0: you reject bakugou’s proposal to fuck in the dirty boys' washroom so he teaches you a lesson.

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wordcount. 2k+

a/n: hello !! so this is like a little introduction to my yandere! bully! bakugou series fic. there’s also going to a lot of other bnha character mentions but the main pairing will be w/ baku n reader. enjoy!

“bakugou, i don’t want to do this,” your voice is weak as you bite on your lower lip, trying to stop sinful moans from leaking out of your mouth. bakugo has you bent over the cold and wet sink counter, your chest pressed against the dirty marble while your skirt is flipped over your displaying your bare, perky round ass to his stalking eyes. “who are you calling bakugo?” he spanks your ass with force, making you lose your footing as your head bumps lightly against the mirror.

“sorry, master,” you answer barely above a whisper but it’s loud enough in the empty washroom for him to hear yet he makes you repeat yourself,

“what was that, brat? i couldn’t fucking hear you.” he spanks you again, his heavy hand coming in contact with your soft ass with ferocity sending you flying off your feet.

“i am sorry, master!” you exclaim a little loudly, hoping it would satisfy him. and it does. he scoffs crudely, ghosting his fingers over your pussy lips before dipping his large fingers between them and petting your dry hole. he plays with your cunt, stroking his fingers lovingly over your little pearl, gathering wetness as he slips one finger into your hole. pumping them in and out at a slow pace. he takes his time, building up your orgasm while laughing wickedly as you try to hold in your moans. his fingers inside your cunt increase their pace as your juices start dripping down to your thighs,

“you said you don’t want this?” while his right hand destroys your cunt, his other hand wraps around your small neck. grasping it lightly, making it harder for you to breathe. “why are you dripping everywhere like a slut? hm?”

he had pulled you aside from regular classes, declaring them boring as fuck and that he wanted to do something much better like; fucking you in the boys' washroom. you denied, you told him no. you wanted to attend the lesson and besides skipping with him wouldn’t be any good to you. he was not kind to you, he was a meanie. he still insisted; telling you it’s fine, he knows the material. he can just tutor you later. no harm done, see? see?

if there was anything you hated more than being stuck in the prestigious u.a. high where everyone seemed to be out for your blood was spending time with bakugo katsuki. and being with him alone was another nightmare. he hated you. you didn’t know why, he’d never say why. you just assumed it was because of that one time you accidentally spilled coffee on him or maybe it was just because you breathed. honestly, both seemed favorable in this situation.

after many failed attempts of convincing you to come with him, he gets fed up. he pulls out his phone and shoves it into your face. his screen displays pictures of you which he had taken before and the ones which you had sent him. they are all lewd shots. pictures of you sucking him off while looking into the camera with glassy eyes illuminated the screen and as you swiped right it changed to another with the same background, lighting, and angle but the only difference being that your face was now covered with his seed while you posed for the camera with an innocent smile.

a look deeper into his gallery and you find your nudes which bakugo had forced you to take. it was necessary for you to be naked with your tits and ass being visible, he also wanted to see your face and would never settle for anything else. he never settles for anything without your face in it, makes you take those shots again and again until he’s satisfied with the results. he saves them, all of them. even the ‘bad ones' have been screenshotted and saved onto his phone for his personal use. he never tells what he uses them for but you don’t need to hear it from him. you already know he’s jerking off to each one of them every night before he goes to sleep.

it’s funny, anyone could take a look at those pictures and find out they are not photos exchanged between lovers. your expressions- no matter how hard you try, you always end up looking like you want to cry. there’s fear in your eyes and it just doesn’t feel authentic. it looks forced. like someone had put a gun to your head while you sat and took them. and well, that’s not a far-fetched idea.

he promises these are for his eyes only, “no one else gets to you like this. you are mine.” his words exactly but when his friends also start staring at you with lust-ridden eyes, you can’t help but question his words.

he blackmails you into coming with him. threatening he’d leak those pictures all around the school if you didn’t come with him as if he hadn’t already. as if your compromising photos weren’t already saved in all of your classmates’ phones anyway. bakugo should give himself a pat on the back, he’s such a great actor!

“for someone who doesn’t want this,” his demeaning, rude voice pulls you back from the dreamland you were trying to escape to. he forces you nearer to your edge, tiny whimpers leave your lips accompanied with loud moans as his fingers brush deliciously against your sweet spot. your precious cunt greedily pulls him in deeper and deeper, inviting him graciously into your womb but unfortunately, his fingers aren’t that long. but you know what is?

“you sure are dripping like a whore.” with every whimper which leaves your supple lips, bakugo feels himself get harder. his pants tighten as a bulge starts straining against his expensive, pleated bottoms. the hand prettily choking your neck detaches itself leaving you inhaling puffs of air as he works his pants off his hips. as you hear the rattling of his belt coming undone, a loud cry enough to draw attention from others outside of the room leaves your throat.

it catches bakugo off guard but nonetheless helps him get even harder, he likes to make you cry and get off to it. “why are you crying, bitch? it’s not doing you any favors here.” his fingers rub against your swollen, little pearl while lining up his fat cock to your blinking hole. “please, bakugo, don’t. i will do anything, anything else. just not this, i’ve never done this before.” you sound pathetic. your voice breaking with every word you utter. big, fat tears rolling down your cheeks while you ugly cried. bakugo almost feels sorry.

but in all honesty, he really couldn't care less about you. all your whining and crying only incite him further as ruthless ideas to break you down flood his mind. the kindest so far being him taking you right here and now but, but a sudden flash of seeing you utterly broken and in misery flashed before his eyes and he couldn’t let go of it. he wanted to see you tremble much more than you were right now. he wanted to see you cry much more than you were crying right now. Maybe he did hate you, he always pushed you around like you were his little pet of some sort to prove a point- that he is better than you. he is superior, you must respect him. you should kiss the ground he walks on, you should let yourself be his little plaything. then maybe, he’ll let you loose? who knows, he might just get even more obsessed.

as he watches you cry beneath him, your pathetic whimpers reverberating off the marble walls, a wicked idea pops into his head. he pulls his dick away from your exposed hole instead, replacing it with his fingers like before. “fine, brat.” his voice is softer, it surprises you. was he not going to rape you after all? “just because you said anything.” there it is again, the edge in his voice that makes you regret what you said. now, you know he has something worse planned for you. but it’s too late, you can’t go against your word now. you said anything, get ready to do anything. “stop squirming, i’m trying to make you cum. god knows whether you can even do that for yourself.” you most definitely can.

"a bitch like you needs someone to do everything for her.” again, you are probably the most independent student in the whole school,

“am I right, princess?” you are so wrong. “yes, master.”

no matter how crude and humiliating his words were and how much you hated his voice, you still found yourself clenching around his fingers almost ripping them off. your cunt squeezed his digits tightly as the coil building in your stomach tightened. moans of his name echoed all over the room as you felt yourself come closer. bakugo was taking his time playing with you, drawing you out making your release painfully slow as a form of revenge. you begged for him to play with your little clit so you could achieve ecstasy but he was too petty. after minutes of agonizing you to the point, there were tears streaming down your face and drool escaping your lips, falling onto the wet counter. he finally decided to flick his finger against your hardened bud. rubbing tight circles, he played with it aimlessly until he felt the gush of wetness around his fingers and the high-pitched scream which left your mouth as you came. his other hand pumped his still-hard cock. he was still pissed that he wouldn’t be able to cum inside you but it was fine for now. he had something much brutal set up in his mind for his plaything, he was aware that what he was planning might completely destroy but he figured it was worth it. much better to have a mindless slave who lives to fulfill her master’s wishes anyway.

he lets go of you, backing away with his hard cock still out and aching for relief. the huge head blushed red and leaking with pre, too bad he won’t get to finish inside of you yet. you quickly walk away from him, bending forward to search for your discarded panties. bakugo grunts at the sight of your wet pussy presenting itself to him, riling him up even more than he already was. He wastes no time pumping his cock at the sight of your exposed bottom, gasp and groans of pleasure escaping his lips,

“oi, what the fuck are you doing?” he asks, catching you sliding your panties on your legs. you turn around to face him, face burning when you are met with him stroking his cock at your movements. your eyes almost can’t leave the sight of his leaking cock, hard and begging to be played with and as much as you to admit it; it lights a fire inside you.

“stop fucking staring, you’re making it worse,” he growls and you immediately turn your eyes to his face. he smirks, “what? do you want it now? too bad, it’s too late,” he taunts. his eyes trail your body, eyebrows furrowing when he looks down your legs. “who told you to wear them,” he points at your panties between your legs. you give him a confused look, “you’re not allowed to put them on. give them to me,” he commands and panic crosses your eyes. you hesitate for a moment, debating whether you should listen to him or not. his fists clench as he glares at you, sending shivers down your spine, “what are looking at! give!” he speaks louder this time in a demanding tone as if he was scolding a little child who had picked up something from his office. your fingers tremble as you reach out to give the pink fabric to him, “leave.” what? you look at him in confusion. your big, doe eyes racking fear and anxiety. you wait for him to laugh or make a sarcastic remark about how gullible you are but it never comes. instead, he wraps your cotton panties around his cock, right in front of you, and begins jerking himself off. you are disgusted and petrified by his shameless actions, “what are you standing here for? leave. remember you said anything?” yeah, so you did. and you regret it already.

your legs tremble as you walk towards the door, pushing it open and peaking your head to check for people in the hallway. once you find it empty you walk out to the outside before sparing one last glance inside the dirty washroom. you hope for bakugo to call out to you, call you back but all you see is him cumming thick ropes into your panties while his eyes are screwed shut in ecstasy. yeah, you weren’t getting those back.

with shame and defeat written all over your face, you make your back to your classroom. your face is heated with embarrassment and humiliation as you remember you are walking around practically naked just an accident away from flashing yourself to anyone who cares to see. for the better half of the day, you walk around tugging your skirt as low as it can get. you don’t see bakugo for the rest of the day as he leaves you alone but when you do catch his eyes for a second or two, the wicked grin stretching over his features is hard to miss. He knows exactly what he is doing.

just as the day is about to end, he walks behind you squeezing your bare ass from under your skirt managing a surprised shriek from you when you feel his warm palms caress your ass pervertedly, “cute.” he whispers in your ear before turning you around and pinning you the wall. his fingers slide up your thighs moving closer to your cunt. warm digits graze over your slit earning a gasp from you, “come over, I will tutor you on the subjects you missed.” he kisses your neck, “come just like this.” he spanks your ass lightly before he leaves you be. his words are absolute and you know better than to disobey him, all of this was happening because you disobeyed him. you gather your things and walk up to his dorm room dressed just as you were before: in your school shirt, blazer, skirt, and no panties just as he wants it. when you arrive in his room you are met with his entire friend group sitting there with their books and pencils out. kaminari, kirishima and sero are not as surprised to see you as you are to see them. they greet you with happy faces which you return with a light smile.

“hey,” bakugo says with a smirk, guiding you to sit between sero and kirishima. between them the two humongous men, you feel like a child. with kirishima being tall and muscular and Sero being tall, lean and surprisingly packing a few too, makes you feel like a dwarf. you feel small and tiny in their presence and they very much notice it, sending knowing looks to one another while bakugo tries to tutor you. you know something’s up.

not a lot of studying takes place as kirishima grows impatient and slides his hand under your skirt and settles it over your cunt, rubbing his fingers on your pussy lips, occasionally pressing them on your clit. sero flips your skirt displaying your naked cunt to peering eyes. kaminari whistles, “wow, she really wasn’t wearing anything the entire day,” he comments. with one hand, Kirishima captures your wrists behind your back and pushes you on his lap. sero holds your legs to prevent you from squirming around like a dead fish, trying to break free. “so who goes first?” kaminari asks, walking over to you and crouching at your level. kirishima holds tightly with him seated on bakugo’s bed, kaminari flashes you a charming smile before his fingers run to unbutton your t-shirt, pulling your tits out of your bra. he tugs on one of your nipples while kishima’s large digits tugs on another.

“obviously me, dumbass.” bakugo barks coming closer to you. tears prick at your eyes as you beg him to stop, you tell him you’re sorry and that you will never disobey him ever again but he’s too far gone. the other men in the room might feel a little shitty about what they were going to do but there is no remorse in bakugo’s eyes. he looks at you like a predator looks at his prey, stalking about to pounce at any given second, “shut up, whore. you asked for this.” tears break loose as kirishima starts spreading your legs on command. wandering fingers rubbing at your pussy, trying to get you ready are forced to stop as bakugo declares that it must hurt for you. he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“you know you should have never said no to me right? be grateful for what’s being given to you, you’re our little plaything. a cute, little slut. you don’t get to say no,” his rough fingers grab at your jaw, prying it open as he spits in your mouth. “now just shut up and take our cocks, okay?” you cry out yes but he’s not satisfied. His hand strikes against your face, your cheek stings with burning hot pain as more tears leak out of your eyes. grabbing your face harshly, he lifts it up so you’re facing him, “okay?” he repeats. you calm your breath before answering him, fear and anxiety fucking you up in dread for what’s to come.

“yes, master,” you say in the most submissive voice you make out.

[pinkykitten]

Forest pt. 1

 Castlevania 

Alucard Tepes x female! reader

Warning: cursing, violence, gore, mentions of blood

Specifics: chapter fic, romance, angst, fluff, not requested, action, adventure, race neutral reader, human reader

People: alucard tepes, monster thingy from the show

Words: 3,338

Summary: Since Alucard lives in the forest now in Dracula’s castle he meets the reader in the forest and in that moment he starts to have a liking towards her and is very bashful, blushy and romantic towards her and she is a goofball and is very silly and lighthearted. From the moment that they met all Alucard wants to do is protect the reader no matter what is takes. 

Authors Note: god alucard is so sexy and so beautiful like god dang! lol sorry im a bit of a horny nerd. anywho its rlly late where im at andddddd i cant go to sleep cuz i slept the whole day so ayyyee. anywho i was inspired idk where but i was inspired to write this bc i think alucard deserves love and someone who adores him like i do. i loved writing this tho and rlly want to write for castlevania more but this is going to be chapters idk how many yet lets just see where the wind takes us i hate planning anyways. IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS THO I AINT EVEN MAD ABOUT IT!!!!! LIKE YASSSSSSSSSS

“Alright so its been almost a month and I haven’t died. That must mean I’m doing something right.” You used a piece of wood you made into a cane to help you get up the steep hills. You were voyaging alone in the forest. You had a family that were settled more outside the town that you lived near. You were a large family and your siblings came down with a sickness. You were determined to find a cure and determined to find medicine for them. As scary as it may have seemed you needed to put on a brave face for the dangers that lay out ahead. You knew those monsters walked around and as much as that terrified you, your siblings came first. At a young age, adventure excited you and you always wanted to prove to yourself and family that you were more than capable of doing things alone. 

You saw a river down below. The water rushing past rocks made you relaxed and with a glint in your eyes you smiled. “Aha!” You looked left and right, seeing if anyone was present. “Alone with just the woods and me. I knew mother was wrong. I can very much so take care of myself.” You threw your satchel on the floor alongside with your clothes. “I smell like a pig.” You chuckled at your joke. The cool, clear water was down below as you ran to it, looking forward to the coldness and the feeling of being clean. You jumped in not knowing someone was near. 

You dunked your face laughing. “And there’s fish!” You swam behind a light blue fish. Being at awe when you saw the way the fins shone from the sun. You picked it up skillfully and carefully you set it free. Your body delicately floated. “This is the life.” Birds chirped, the wind blew like a whisper against your cheek. 

But suddenly, the rustle of the trees alarmed you. You heard the snapping of a twig. Your head snapped to the noise. Fear bubbled inside you as you thought of all the possibilities. What if it was a bear? What if it were those monsters? Your heart sped fast as you backed out of the river. Your breathing was faster. You needed to get out of here. As you got out your back hit against fur. You quickly turned around as saw a huge demon, monster, you didn’t even know what but you knew it was from Dracula’s army. Its teeth were sharp and its eyes were bright and red. It was your worst nightmare. You erupted a scream as you sprinted around it, climbing the hill to where your satchel laid. 

“Oh my God! Oh my God! I’m gonna die!” You didn’t care about your nudeness, all that mattered to you was surviving. You tried to go as fast as possible but the creature landed in front of you, stopping you from escaping. It cornered you against a huge boulder and tree. With everything you had you lifted your cane high in the air and hit the monster. It didn’t even flinch. 

“What?” Your eyes widened in horror. The creature picked you up as if you weighed nothing and threw you against a tree. You cried out in pain as your back burned and ached to an extreme level. You then noticed that a tree branch stabbed right through your shoulder. The blood dripped down your arm onto your naked skin. You felt queasy and weak. Thoughts and last words echoed through your mind. The monster was about to devour you but a flash of blonde hair came into your vision and you saw, him.

This young man was nothing you’ve ever seen before. He was stronger than the average person, throwing the monster back and forth. He punched it high in the air and then threw it against the boulder. He was incredible. Full of power. Your eyes were starting to close and your vision grew blurry as the last thing you saw were the fangs that the man displayed. 

“Mother I had this terrible dream!” Your whole body shot up. That was a terrible decision as you winced in pain. “It was not a dream.” You breathed hard as you took in your surroundings. The fire was lit making the room comfortable as you were once shivering from being wet. It looked as if you were in the kitchen of somebody's house. “Hello?” Your throat was dry. You were in a stranger’s house. You were in a stranger’s house! “Oh dear.”  You were put high onto a table. You jumped off but were still too weak. You landed hard on your knees but caught yourself with your arms. Your shoulder pounding in pain. You became dizzy. You heard footsteps nearing. “Who are you?” You tried to stand up again but slipped into the arms of a man. 

“Hold on. You are still not well.” His voice came out almost like a whisper. He picked you up and sat you back on the table. “Also, I’m the man who saved your life.”

“That was you? That was, um, pretty amazing.” You curled into yourself. You were nervous around this man. He intimidated you and made you feel shy. He was very handsome and charming. “You kicked that things as* real good.”

The man chuckled, “thank you.”

You quickly looked at your nightgown. It was too big for you as the sleeves ate your arms and the collar was off the shoulders. Your eyes shot open. You were bashful. “Did you, um, see anything?”

He looked away, “I kinda had to. Sorry. You were naked when I saved you.”

“Great. That’s great,” you inhaled clapping your hands. Suddenly you sensed a throbbing pain on your shoulder and you looked to see a blood stain on the nightgown. “Um excuse me sir. Is that supposed to happen?”

The man looked worried as he laid you back down and pulled the nightgown down enough to see your shoulder. “It does not look good. It seems with that jump you reopened the stitches.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. God, this really hurts.”

He got to work on doing your stitches again as he got his items. “Bite down on this.” He opened his mouth to show the action and you saw his teeth. 

“Agh please don’t eat me! You’re a vampire aren’t you?” You flinched away. 

The man rolled his eyes as he shoved the cloth in your mouth but before he got started on you he said, “You are right. I am a vampire.”

You spat the cloth out, “I knew it. I also would like to know your name as this may be my last moment and I would like to remember who will either save me or take my life. My name is y/n l/n.”

“The names Alucard Tepes and this is going to sting a little.” With that Alucard poured some alcohol on your wounds. (im sorry i dont know how helping ppl w medical stuff works :( 

You shifted and tried pouncing up, fighting the urge to let out a blood curdling scream. But Alucard pushed you down with his hands, shushing you gently. “I know, this hurts.” You could almost sense some love and actual concern in his voice. His brows knitted, “I promise, you are almost finished.” 

You looked deep into Alucard’s eyes. They were the most beautiful eyes you have ever seen. This man or vampire looked unreal. He looked made up, something from stories you read as a child, like a prince. You felt something go off within you. Not knowing if it was lust or something else but a fire erupted inside your soul as Alucard’s face inched closer to yours to get to work on your shoulder. His smell was intoxicating. Almost like a musk but yet something floral, fresh, mixed in. Your heart thumped faster at the contact. 

His plump lips quivered as they looked at your state. No way did he want this innocent soul as beautiful as you looked dying on his table. He already had to deal with a lot recently. He didn’t know why or understand but he had this inclination, this feeling, that he needed to keep you alive. He just had to. 

Unable to keep the scream at bay no more you let it out. Your veins protruding from your neck as you became dizzy and once again passed out.

Your eyes opened. Your body was aching. It felt like it went through war. You inhaled as you looked around again, but this time you were hoping things were not a dream as then Alucard would be fake. Remembering his name your head whipped to the side to see Alucard holding a wash cloth stained with blood. He was sound asleep. His head resting against his arm against the table. All the medical stuff was out and about as if he were still working on you. His back was arched at a odd position. 

“He must of fallen asleep while working on me,” you whispered to yourself. His hair sprayed out on his shoulders and table. Without a second thought you touched his hair lightly and you were shocked. It felt like silk upon your fingers! His golden eye lashes kissed his cheek as he snoozed so peacefully. You felt bad leaving him to worry for you and to be sleeping in an uncomfortable place. You felt you weren’t that deserving of such treatment.

You kicked your feet out and hopped off the table. Your feet pattered against the hard floor as you walked to Alucard. You snatched him a blanket you saw nearby and draped it over his tall, lean body. You smiled seeing how elegant and graceful he looked sleeping. 

You yawned, scratching your head as you looked upon the window and noticed it was raining. Surprisingly in this vampire but also a stranger’s house the rain seemed cozy and it made you feel at peace. It was dark in his house. The trees shook from the tiny wind and rain. 

“I must leave but I should thank Alucard for helping me with my wound last night. I probably wouldn’t have last without him.” Your mind wondered back to what happened at the river. Yes, Dracula was gone according to what the towns people said but why was his army still about, his monsters? It didn’t make sense to you. But what did you know? You were just a weak human living in a mysterious world you didn’t want any part of. 

You pulled out a chair and got to writing a thank you letter to Alucard, pulling out a pen, ink and a piece of paper.

“Dear Alucard. No, too direct. How about, to a savior? Too high and mighty.” Finally you had written your letter but it sounded very awkward and you were too much of a p*ssy to give it to Alucard. “Ugh this is hopeless.” You crumpled up the paper, throwing it on the floor by the garbage. 

You thought and thought and thought until an idea popped in your mind. “I know,” you snapped. “I’ll make him breakfast. My mother always says a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” You crossed your fingers, “lets just hope this man likes human food instead of hearts and blood.” You gulped. 

You rolled your sleeves up, washed your hands and brought out the pots and pans and butter. “I’m going to make toast, eggs, bacon, beans and mushrooms.”

You spiced up the food and placed them in a skillet. The sizzle satisfying your ears. The sun started to peak through the clouds as the aroma wafted through the house. You grinned, loving to cook and make a person happy with your hard work. “I hope he likes this.” You were almost finished when Alucard coughed behind you. 

You jumped, being in the zone. “Oh hi there,” you waved awkwardly. “My apologies if I woke you.”

“Uh, no I woke myself up,” his rough voice made your knees weak as it was still laced with sleep. He stretched, cracking some knuckles, yawning as well. “What I would like to know is what are you doing?”

“Well,” you started setting up the table cutely. “I wanted to say thanks for helping me back there. I was kind of a p*ssy to be honest and like a wuss so this is just a little thanks for all the help.”

Alucard didn’t know what to say so instead he just smiled. 

“Please, sit, sit, sit,” you pointed to the seats. “Breakfast is almost ready.”

Alucard awkwardly sat. Not ever having this type of service. He looked at you as you were preparing the finishing steps of your dish. The sun cascaded around you and you were illuminated like a goddess. You were breathtaking. Alucard blushed madly. You put everything on the table. Seeing Alucard’s expression you laughed, “are you alright?”

Alucard coughed, “yes, thank you for all of this. You really didn’t need to. It all looks beautiful.” He looked at the presentation. 

You took the seat beside Alucard. You could of sat anywhere else but you sat beside him. He almost couldn’t hear what you were about to say in that moment from how hard his heart was beating.  

“No need to thank me. I think we’ve done enough thanking and now its time to dig in.” You patted his hand. 

Alucard just looked at the food and he almost felt tears at his eyes. Nobody ever cared for him like this. 

“Is it okay? If its not to your liking I totally get it. You don’t have to eat it. I don’t even know if you like this stuff. I mean who knows maybe you only eat flowers and here I am serving you bacon and eggs.” You became flustered. 

“No, no, no this is lovely its just,” he choked back a cry. “Nobody has ever done anything like this for me, ever.”

You clutched onto his hand and gave him a beautiful smile. “Then that just means you have to eat double. As much and maybe more than what your stomach can hold.” You giggled.

Alucard blushed again as he started to eat quickly. Enjoying every moment of your company and food. “The beans are delicious.”

“Well I’m glad you liked them. Its my mum’s recipe, she always makes them like this.” You then recalled why you came on this journey in the first place. “My satchel!”

“Don’t worry, its safe.”

You raised your brow, “did you take a look?”

Alucard paused, “no, I would never.” He took a bite out of his bread. Chewing on the piece silently. “Maybe just a tiny peek.”

You pouted, “Nosy. I should of locked it.”

“Why do you have all those books in your bag anyways?” Alucard crossed his legs as he took a sip of his coffee. His light orbs staring intently at you. 

Seeing the rain start to become tiny droplets of rain you thought about your family and how you missed them. This was all for them. “My siblings you see are very ill,” your hand shook with anxiety. “My village is very poor and we are limited in resources, especially medicine. We’ve tried everything and nothing seems to work. They just seem to be getting worse. I’ve been researching and trying to find an answer and supposedly, I read that there is a certain flower that only grows in a specific area that may cure the illness. In the books there is a map and that’s why I was led to that river well more like I wanted to take a bath and that’s what led me to the river. But I’ve been on this trail for a while. I’m just, scared because it all depends on me. If I can’t find this flower, if I can’t find a cure and my family dies it will be my fault. I would have killed them.” You didn’t even realize it but you were crying. 

Alucard saw you were distressed and held onto your hand. He comforted you through your anxiety. Your teary eyes looked into his and he gave you a toothy smile, “I’ll help you find it.”

“What?” You rubbed your eyes.

“I know the place you need to go. I can guide you there. Besides the outside world is very dangerous for a beautiful girl such as yourself. I can see that this means a lot to you and I want to help.”

You dropped your fork and got out of your chair. “You mean it? You aren’t joking?”

Alucard chuckled, “I promise I am speaking truth.” Alucard flung his hand out to you. 

You quickly shook on it and shouted with enthusiasm, “deal!” You jumped up and down laughing as you hugged Alucard. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. Can we please leave immediately then?”

“We can leave today.”

You danced, “yes. I’ll go change and get my things.” You brought the empty dishes to clean them as Alucard stood up with a smile on his face. 

You were something else, something different. A breath of fresh air in his depressing life. Maybe you were meant to be here. Maybe you were a sign. Either way Alucard thought that these couple of days were to be very exciting. Alucard was about to get ready when a piece of paper in the corner caught his eyes. It was crumbled. “Hmmm, what is this?” He bent down to pick it up and read the words. With just the first word to the letter his smile grew bigger and bigger. 

Alucard coughed as he raised the letter you wrote to him earlier but discarded high in the air, “Dear Alucard, to my savior. I would love for you to know that I am extremely appreciative for what you have done for me in saving my life-”

Your eyes almost popped out of your head. That letter was not supposed to be read by him especially. It was embarrassing. You dropped a plate in the sink and felt your whole world collapse. You wanted to crawl in a hole and die. 

“When I first saw you I thought you were a prince-” Alucard kept going until you couldn’t take it any longer. 

You sprinted and tried grabbing the letter out of his hand. “Alucard, give that to me. Now.”

“Oh you want this letter?” Alucard smirked. “You do sound like an obnoxious romantic whore.”

You gasped, “I do not! That was supposed to be my thank you letter and I didn’t like it and you weren’t supposed to read it. So give it back!” You jumped for it but Alucard raised it high in the air. “Alucard, give it to me.”

Alucard’s face came closer to yours as he pinned you against the table. “Why don’t you come and get it?”

You practically climbed him, snatching the letter out of his hand. “Aha!” But Alucard’s footing was off and he and you fell with a thud. 

The birds chirped lightly as Alucard laid under you and you fell on top of him, your arm bracing for the impact. Alucard held in his breath with a red blush as he looked at you so extremely close. You both held that position for what felt like forever. You eyes were wide in horror at the compromising position. 

You quickly stood up and were flustered. Forgetting where everything was. “Um, um, um. I’m going to go put my trip on so we can get ready for the clothes.” You quickly ran away. 

Alucard breathed quickly as he brushed back his long hair whispering the words. “My savior.” He noticed you were in such a panic mode that you forgot about your letter. It was left and Alucard was not going to leave or throw away evidence that someone saw him in such a good light. He loved that letter because it was from you. 

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 Have tiny, hilarious fic.

Inconveniences of Shared Living

Warnings: none

Nobody was quite sure when or how it became standard practice that, should one want some alone time with someone, John’s tent was the place for it.

Nobody was sure when it started, but John Marston knew it would end now. If it wasn’t dealing with far too many and concerning smells, it was the (frankly horrifying) wet patches, or it was the clothes left behind. (He had long since made it clear that any clothing left behind was his by default, but so far all he’d gotten from that was some mismatched socks.)

But the last straw? That was all the times when he had just gotten comfortable and was right about to drift off, and then at least two people (sometimes more) would stumble in, occasionally step on or kick him, notice he was still there, and then either throw him out of the tent, or yell at him and then throw him out of the tent.

“It’s my goddamn tent,” John muttered ineffectually after another incident, bleary-eyed and clutching a blanket around his shoulders, shivering in the chilly spring night. “Can’t even sleep in my own damn tent...”

He’d tried to keep people out, but most of the methods he’d chosen also made the tent impossible for him to sleep in. He was still finding crumbs from the time he’d upended the breadboard over his bedroll in an effort to discourage everyone. And the less said about the time he’d deliberately pitched it underneath a tree that was very popular with the local bird life, the better.

But he had a perfect solution now: Cain.

Cain, the dog, who everyone loved even when he stole food right off of your plate.

Cain, who thought that if two people were sitting close together, he belonged right in the middle.

Cain, who in addition to being a dog who very much liked to be the center of attention and join in on all the fun human activities, was shockingly heavy for a dog of his size, and not easily made to move.

“Good boy,” John murmured, scratching the dog’s ears as he curled up next to John’s feet. “Now... stay. Stay... good boy.” It took many days of careful encouragement with bits of jerky and plenty of ear scratching, but eventually, Cain got the message that this was now his bed as well. It was a little awkward to have to curl up on his side to avoid kicking the poor thing in his sleep, but John didn’t mind it so much. The minor discomfort would pay off.

Not two nights later, the camp was woken up by Karen’s scream, and Sean yelling, “Get out ya mangy mutt! Fuck off!”

Cain’s joyous barking told John that Sean had just done the worst possible thing, which was to throw something for Cain to chase. A few minutes later there was another round of heavily-accented shouting, more barking, a sound John tentatively identified as ‘Sean MacGuire having a very heavy dog, or possibly Karen’s foot, collide with his balls’, and then a very red-faced Karen storming back towards the women’s lean-to as an equally red-faced and limping Sean stormed back towards the scout’s campfire.

John just grinned, as Arthur struggled to breathe through his laughter. Only Abigail silently shook her head.

“What?” John asked, the laughter still in his voice.

“The dog, really?” Abigail shook her head again. “Why not just move your things?”

“Then they’ll just do it wherever I move to, this is better.”

“Mm. This won’t turn into a problem at all,” Abigail observed airily, and gave Arthur a very meaningful look.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” John asked, looking from Abigail’s disappearing back, to Arthur’s worsening laughter. “Arthur, what’s she talking about?!”

John discovered several weeks later. Several weeks of blissfully uninterrupted sleep, several weeks of sleeping on a real bed with a real mattress in Shady Belle, and several weeks of that real bed being all his own. The next day after Abigail had moved into that room, in fact.

On the plus side, John reflected as Hosea pulled the bandages tight, at least Abigail hadn’t been the one who had screamed when sixty pounds of over-excited dog had landed on top of the both of them. And he’d managed to keep it to very pained wheezing noises, at least until he’d tried to move Cain and something had sent a fiery lance of pain through his side.

It had not been helped by Arthur being the one to investigate the noise, and standing in the doorway for a good five minutes staring at the scene of very naked Abigail, very obviously naked John, and Cain sprinting out of the door, having finally realized that he had done something wrong.

It had been Arthur’s inability to laugh himself half into fainting quietly that had brought Karen and Mary-Beth to investigate - thankfully giving Abigail enough time to get decent, while John tried to get enough pain-free air to communicate that he was pretty sure he’d broken something.

Arthur eventually correctly interpreted John’s wheezing noises, and, wiping away tears of laughter as he went, got Hosea. Cain had managed to break one of John’s ribs.

Cain was promptly barred from the room, much to Jack’s disappointment. Arthur and Hosea were left leaning on each other, laughing to the point of tears yet again as they listened to John trying to explain why.

“But Papa-”

“No buts, Jack! It really hurt when he jumped on me!”

“Well- well maybe you and Momma should leave room for him then!”

John gave Abigail a helpless look, and she just smiled and shook her head. “Told you that you’d regret it.”

“Well- what am I supposed to tell him? I can’t tell him... you know...”

“I ain’t the one who let the dog in,” Abigail said over her shoulder.

John sighed heavily, and groaned as Jack said, “We could make Cain his own bed, then!”

“No! No, Jack... I-I don’t want him to be in the room at all, alright?”

“But why?”

“Because... because he snores, okay, Jack? He snores, and it- it keeps your momma awake.”

“...you snore,” Jack retorted.

“Wh- yes, but your momma’s used to it-”

“I’ve never heard Cain snoring,” Jack added, earnestly. At the poker table, Hosea collapsed into his arms, as Arthur stopped making any sound at all, still shaking with laughter.

“W-well... and he chewed your momma’s shoes, too. He can’t be in there if he’s going to chew things, Jack.”

“Momma didn’t say anything about that.”

“Well that’s because Momma doesn’t know,” John said as quietly as he could, getting down to Jack’s level. “Okay? It’s a secret. I’m gonna go buy Momma some new shoes, so she doesn’t notice. But I can’t do that all the time. So you gotta keep Cain out of the room, okay?”

“Oh... okay,” Jack finally said, and then very quietly handed John a dollar.

“Uh... what’s this, Jack?”

“To help you get new shoes for Momma,” Jack whispered. “Don’t tell her! She gave it to me to give to Uncle Arthur for taking me fishing.”

“I won’t tell her if you don’t,” John whispered back, ruffling Jack’s hair. “Now run along, ‘fore anyone sees us.”

Jack took off, and John sighed and sank into a heap on one of the stairs. It could’ve gone better, and now he was definitely going to have to buy Abigail a pair of shoes - what size does she even wear? - but at least he hadn’t yelled at Jack, and... well, Jack would figure it out when he was older, right?

John wasn’t going to be having that conversation, anyway.

As he passed by the campfire, Abigail called, “So you’re off to get those shoes, right?”

John internally cursed at the peals of laughter. “Yes, dearest, I am!” he called back, as cheerfully as he could manage.

Twenty dollars later, John decided that it had all been worth it to finally have a bed more-or-less to himself.

Now if he could just get Cain to stop scratching at the door all night...

“No,” Abigail mumbled drowsily. “No more scheming.”

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A/N: So, I wanted to imply here that Arthur’s dog Copper similarly had no sense of decorum and would just show up at the worst possible moments.

This is loosely based on a number of true stories from myself, my ex, and mutual friends of ours, who have all lived in shared houses and/or had pets with no consideration for privacy while also having partners. It can seem embarassing as hell at the time, but if you can laugh about it a few years later then it wasn’t that bad. 

With that being said? Don’t have sex in your friend’s beds. They have to sleep there. C’mon, guys. Don’t be gross.

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scrapped; i am you, you are me

This is a Woohyun-centric fic that’s kind of crack. Male idol Woohyun meets female judo/weightlifting female Woohyun (Woohee). It’s terribly cliché with shoujo manga tropes lol. It’s not impossible to continue but I guess it really is quite cliche to the point where I don’t feel like investing more time to write it. And uh, I don’t know, I feel like I unintentionally created a potential love line (or hints of it) with how Woohyun and Woohee stumble into each other and I’m not sure what to do with that.

This is probably like the 3rd Woohyun/Woohyun type (ish) fics I’ve written but this is meant to be platonic? Like Woohyun and Woohee are supposed to just help each other figure out their lives and work through their insecurities, which manifest themselves differently in both of them since they have different circumstances, but which are inherently the same type of insecurity anyway. But given how much words were invested into just how they met each other (1.1k ish below), it would take a long time to get to them knowing each other well, let alone learning of each other’s insecurity and helping each other get through those. So yeah. But I still kind of dig the whole male Woohyun being a little more vain/caring of his appearance while female Woohyun is the other way, she cares too much about proving that she’s strong and cool. But deep down they just want to prove themselves while working against society’s perception of them agggdjlkajkldf I don’t know. I have feels for the premise, not sure what to do with the fic itself.

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I am you, you are me

I.

To be fair, Woohyun should have realised that something was weird when the shopkeeper of the secondhand shop kept coaxing him to take the mirror by the corner of the shop, even giving him a huge discount for it. Unfortunately, he doesn’t because the lady behind the counter suddenly giggles and then shyly calls him “Woohyun-oppa” behind lowered lashes and he thinks the discount is just a fan trying to be nice. So he takes the mirror, discounted price and all, and brings it home because he’s been meaning to get a full-length mirror for his bedroom anyway. This is how it starts.

  Woohyun’s out of the shower, a towel tied around his waist, hair still dripping when he walks past the mirror. Reaching over to his bedside table, he gets a cotton pad, dousing toner on it and begins his nightly routine. As he moisturizes his face, he glances occasionally at the new shiny surface in his room. Over the last year of living alone without a mirror in his room, Woohyun’s gotten used to doing this without a mirror, but now he stares at his reflection as he pats the serum onto his face, because why not? He has little dark smudges under his eyes, he notices, a consequence of writing music and lyrics late into the night and he lightly traces a finger on his puffy undereyes, sighing a little. Figures. He digs out the eye cream he’s gotten lazy with using and dabs on yet another layer of product. After what seems like forever, Woohyun’s finally done, and he’s putting all his little bottles back into his drawer when he suddenly catches sight of something strange.

Was that…something white in the mirror?

This. This is why his mum has told him never to put a mirror in his bedroom, and Woohyun had thought her superstitious but now he’s beginning to sweat a little.

It’s not a ghost, don’t be stupid. Just look up, and you’ll see it’s something lame, maybe a shirt hanging behind, Woohyun mentally chides himself, but he still takes a while before he finally gets the courage to look up. And he immediately startles himself, because –

What the fuck?

He doesn’t fall off his bed, or scream or anything like that, but it’s close. Because, instead of himself reflected in the mirror, there’s someone else. Sure, that someone else has the same face as him, and their eyes are about as wide as his probably are at the moment, but that’s about where the similarities end. Because, that large white t-shirt on their body? Not his; no, he’s in just a loose flimsy towel and nothing else. But that’s not even the weirdest bit. The weirdest bit is, get this – the person in the mirror that looks like him? Has boobs. Boobs. (Boobs which are rather sizable, if you ask him, but maybe that isn’t what he should be focusing on at the moment.)

Woohyun definitely doesn’t scream (he really doesn’t!) but if you ask his neighbours whether they hear a weird strangled cry that night, they’ll tell you that they did.

  II.

The first thing Woohee does when she realises the face in the mirror isn’t hers – well, no, it looks like her, sort of, but thinner, more gaunt, with darker circles under the eyes – is to punch it. Granted, that’s not the smartest move – breaking a mirror is seven years of bad luck, or at the very least, a heck lot of cleaning up – and she counts herself lucky that her fist doesn’t reach the reflective surface of the mirror.

(She’s kind of scared to touch the mirror right now anyway.)

The person on the other side of the mirror flinches, as if expecting to be hit, and she blinks, taking a moment to feel bad because she genuinely doesn’t mean to do anything – it’s just a reflex, to punch, if an unbecoming one – and she almost immediately bows in apology until she realises this is a mirror she’s facing.

A mirror that isn’t showing her her own reflection, but some mostly naked guy with a towel around his hips and whose face looks like her, she reminds herself. It sounds like a bad dream.

…wait, dream? On a whim, Woohee pinches herself, yelping in surprise when it hurts, and she stares harder at the mirror – the guy doing the same, curiously – but it doesn’t say anything about why the new mirror her dad got for her is showing something that is distinctly not a reflection of herself or her room. Still in a daze, Woohee reaches for the mirror before she realises what she’s doing.

  III.

One moment Woohyun’s staring at the mirror, wondering how it’s even possible that he sees a girl with his frigging face in it, and the next moment he suddenly has an armful of something warm falling onto him. He doesn’t fall with his back to the ground but he does stagger a little, before he realises –

“What the actual fuck?”

The girl is standing in his bedroom. And she’s in his arms. Against his chest. She looks as stunned as he is, eye whites visible around her iris and he steps backwards involuntarily, hands up in the air in defense, as if he hadn’t already touched her accidentally (caught her, okay, prevented her from falling flat on her nose), but apparently he’s not fast enough because he still gets a blow in his jaw.

“Aw, what the hell?”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry –”

“Do you punch everything you don’t understand?”

The girl looks at him, mouth opened in a look halfway between apologetic and uncomfortable, and Woohyun suddenly realises his towel has dropped in the midst of everything.

Great.

  IV.

She tries to avoid her gaze, but it’s kind of hard when the guy has a nice body, lean and muscled.

Nam Woohee, get a grip, now’s not the time.

She clears her throat, getting the guy’s attention, and now that he’s looking at her again, she’s not sure what to say.

“Uh.”

A raised brow, a look passed between her and something behind – right, the mirror – and Woohee turns. There’s a mirror behind her, nothing like the mirror in her room save for the fact that they’re both full-length and it takes her a while to realise that something’s wrong.

“This… is not my room.”

The guy frowns at her like it’s obvious. “Of course not, this is my room. So w-who are you and how did you get here –”

“Did I …pass through the mirror?”

The guy stares at her like she’s crazy. “Are you serious?”

Woohee looks down at her bare feet, realises with a start that she’s wearing only a large t-shirt and shorts because she had been about to sleep. She crosses her arms over her chest. “Well, no I don’t know,” she gets out, slightly annoyed now, “All I know is one moment I was in my room, and then suddenly I’m here.” She pauses. “Where am I anyway?”

[talesofzero]

La Douleur Exquise Ch. 1

Leijiverse AU; Chapter 1 - The Case of White

They say, somewhere out in space, outside the law’s reach, is the best brothel in the universe. They say the sheets are clean and the boys are pretty. They say it’s called Arcadia for good reason.

As a Valentine’s Day gift, here’s the first chapter of my new fic. I have big plans for it to be a big piece of interlocking stories, so I hope you enjoy it.

~3700 words

I spent the last of my money on a maid uniform. To pull this off, I had to look the part, so I forced my chin up and strode forward like a person who definitely, absolutely had a job at a brothel.

As the maid, of course.

Unless they wanted me to be a whore.

I wasn’t going to say no.

For some reason, the place had big wooden doors, the kind that looked too tall and heavy to open. The metal knockers were too high for me to reach, so I rapped at the door with my fist. Maybe I was supposed to just go inside. It was a business after all.

As I waited, the train I’d taken chugged away toward its next stop – probably back to its home planet. I’d been its only passenger, and it was too small to be one of the SDF’s usual line. It seemed like it was just a ferry from the planet to the satellite.

I couldn’t help but jump back when the door cracked open. “Who are you?” a guy snapped. His tone was venom. His eye was a dagger.

But he was my height. That, I could deal with. Squaring my shoulders, I settled a mask over my face. “I’m the new maid,” I said.

With a blink, his anger vanished to boredom. “Oh,” he said. “Didn’t know you were coming. Guess you can come in then.”

He and I looked pretty similar, same dirty-blond hair, same haircut, same brown eyes. But he wasn’t dressed for the part. As I slipped in through the crack in the door, I found what I could only describe as a ballroom. Glittering chandeliers hung overhead. Hardwood floors held luxurious couches and curio cabinets filled with even more shining things – one with plates, one with glasses, and one with guns. The guy’s turtleneck and worn-out brown jacket just didn’t match.

“I don’t know where the captain is,” he more grumbled than said. He looked like he’d just woken up from a nap, all bleary-eyed and sluggish. “Did you want me to take your bag, uh…?” He squinted at me in the usual sign of waiting for a name.

“Oh, I’m Daiba. T-Tadashi Daiba.” Not as stable as in practice, but I’d gotten it out.

He stared at me with his head cocked like a confused dog. “Really?” he said at length.

I could feel myself sweating through my new uniform. My throat swelled shut. I should have known I’d never get away with this.

“That’s my name too,” he said. “Weird. Well, I’m the bodyguard, so just yell if you need me to kill someone for you.”

I forced a laugh with the breath I’d been holding, but his expression didn’t change. He stuck out a hand, and I was quick to shove mine into it. This made him blink down at my crushing grip. “Nice to meet you?” I attempted.

“Oh, yeah, so did you want me to take your bag?”

My face felt so hot, I swore I would pass out. “I’ve got it,” I croaked.

He smiled for half a moment before his expression flattened again. “Then I’ll show you around real quick.”

Up the stairs adorned with an endless rug, and down an even more endless hall, he opened the last door on the left. “This’ll be our room,” he said. “I’ll get a bed set up for you.”

It was the size of my whole apartment back home with two beds and two dressers already set up. The furnishings weren’t as fancy as the rest of the mansion, but the beds had actual frames. Peering into the connected bathroom, I saw a shower with a frosted glass door.

“It’s really nice,” I said.

“Not really. You’ll be sharing it with me and the cook. Just drop your bag wherever.” When I turned back toward him, he cocked his thumb over his shoulder. “Closet with all the cleaning stuff you’d need is right out to the left. Don’t go in any of the rooms marked red because that means the guys are at work, and don’t go in the room across the hall because that’s Kei’s and she’ll kill you. Hm, that’s about it. Yell if you need anything.”

With a lazy wave, he walked out. I guessed that was my tour.

Well, I had nothing to do but get to work. If I wanted the boss to accept me, I would need to prove that I was a worthwhile maid.

I had my work cut out for me.

Luxurious as the place was, it became apparent from the moment I started dusting that they hadn’t bothered cleaning in a while. They also had a feather duster which, while complimentary to my uniform, was all but useless at actually dusting.

And no matter how I strained on my tip-toes, I couldn’t reach half the shelves in the ballroom area. As expected, the other Daiba napped on one of the couches. He didn’t even wake up when I vacuumed the rugs.

The place was oddly empty. I’d expected more people, more sleazy clientele and flirty workers. But the big, open space echoed my every footstep. My attempt to drag the vacuum backwards up the stairs was even louder, with it cracking against every step.

That was the only sound until my back hit something solid, and a man spoke near my ear. “Do you need help?”

As my hands shot up into fists, the vacuum went crashing back down to the last step, covering my startled screech. Still, Daiba slept on.

“Whoops,” the man said.

I peered over my shoulder, fists still poised to strike. The guy stood on the step above me, frowning down at the shattered remains of the vacuum. He was unfairly attractive, like the kind of guy half-naked in an advertisement.

He was wearing clothes though. Quite a bit of clothes. He had a dress shirt with a vest and slacks. The vest was some shiny green fabric that looked soft but smooth to the touch. Must have been expensive.

He was probably the owner, but it wasn’t like I could ask.

“Sorry,” I wheezed.

He shrugged. “Eh, my fault.” He had the prettiest blue eyes, which went well with the vest, but his hair was such a mess of brunet curls that it threw off the look a bit. “So who are you? Look kinda young to be a new hire.”

“You’re fucking stupid,” Daiba called from below, though he still didn’t move. “Why do you think he was carrying a vacuum around? In that outfit?”

“I dunno. Everyone’s got weird kinks.”

“I’m the new maid,” I whispered. My hands found their way to cover my burning face.

“Oh, we’ve got a maid now?” the man asked. “Nice! I don’t have to wash my own sheets anymore.”

“No one wants to touch your gross fucking sheets, Dick!” Daiba yelled. He looked awake now, up on his feet and glaring like when I first saw him.

So definitely not the boss then. No employee could get away with that kind of language toward the person paying him.  

“Ooo, Big Brother is on the offensive,” the man said. “Actually…” He took my chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning it toward him. “You two look really similar. Are you actually related?”

Before I could say no, Daiba spoke. “Yes, that’s my little brother. Hands off.”

I must have missed something.

The man’s eyes went wide like mine, though he didn’t let go of my face. “You have a brother? And you let him work here? At a whorehouse?”

“You work at this whorehouse, so it’s not like we have the highest standards,” Daiba said, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, but I’m an adult. This kid is like five.”

Being someone’s brother suddenly I could deal with, but I would not take such an insult to my age. I jerked my chin out of his grasp. “I’m fifteen!” I was actually fourteen, but one extra lie wouldn’t hurt.

“I can take care of anyone who bothers him!” Daiba added.

Despite his sigh, the man smiled. “Right-right, well anyway, I’m Dick Coyne. You can call me Dick.”

“Your name is actually Dick?” I asked before I realized what I was saying. I had half a mind to throw myself down the stairs and share the fate of the vacuum, but Dick laughed.

“Well, my real name is Richard, but that sounds so pretentious. Besides, Dick is an excellent name for a whore. They all want the Dick,” he said, eyes gleaming.

“Go burn in hell!” Daiba screamed.

That just made Dick laugh, while I frowned at him, and Daiba seethed. “My name is Tadashi Daiba,” I drawled. “It’s nice to meet you.”

That sobered him up, as he looked between me and Daiba with confusion. “You have the same first name?”

“Yes,” Daiba said.

“Then we have too many Tadashis. What’ll we call him?”

“That’s really not my problem,” Daiba huffed as he plopped back down on the couch.

“Hm, we’ll work on it then,” Dick said. “So, kid.” He turned back to me. “If you’ll go tidy up my room a bit, I’ll see about fixing the vacuum. Deal? I’ve got a mind for handiwork.”

“Not a kid,” I said, “but fine.”

It wasn’t until I’d walked back up the stairs and he’d walked down them that I realized I didn’t know which room was his. There were so many doors in just this first hall and undoubtedly even more up the second flight of stairs.

It was much too late to ask because I didn’t want to look stupid. One door down the left hall did appear to be cracked open, so I banked on a guess and headed toward it. When I flicked on the lights, I found a massive four-poster bed. The purple blankets matched the purple highlights everywhere else: the lamp, the chair cushion, and the pajamas on the guy who sat up from the bed, rubbing his eyes.

But the more important color was the bright blue of his skin. All of his skin. Blue as a summer sky. Like an idiot, I stood gawking at him.

He looked at me calmly in return before offering a wave. His hair was a spiked up mess of auburn, and his eyes were as blue as his skin with milky white pupils. He was hot like the other guy too. Unfairly hot.

“I’m sorry. I’m the new maid,” I rambled in explanation. “I was going to clean, but I’ll let you sleep. I’m sorry.”

He was frantically waving his hands when I shut the lights back off and closed the door. On stiff legs, I wandered off toward another room. There were massive gaps of space between the doors, showing off how big all the rooms were. When I reached the next one, making sure there were no red markings to be found, I knocked.

“Hm? Yeah?” someone answered. Before I could skitter off with a yell that I’d gotten the wrong room, a guy opened the door. He was younger than the other two I’d seen but still horribly attractive. He had neat curls of brunet hair around big gorgeous brown eyes. He wore the same silky vest as Dick in red and wasn’t quite as tall as the other man had been. I came up to his chin instead of his shoulder.

“Oh wow, I thought you were Daiba for a second,” he said. “Thought he’d lost some bet to get put in that outfit.”  

“Uh, I’m the new maid.” I’d practiced that line more than any other, so it always came easily. “Sorry to bother. I was looking for empty rooms to clean.”

“A maid, thank god,” he sighed. “It’s about time. But how old are you? Oh, I should introduce myself first. I’m Susumu Kodai, one of the whores, as you probably guessed.”

He was way too relaxed about it, so I tried to be too. “I’m Tadashi Daiba. I’m fifteen.”

“Tadashi Daiba?”

“The other Daiba is my brother.” Not that it made any sense.

“Huh, I didn’t know he had a brother,” Kodai said.

Me either.

Peering around him, I couldn’t help but notice the accents of the room matched his vest, all red as blood. “Are the rooms color coded?” I asked.

“Yeah, it’s kind of stupid, right?” he said with a smile. He looked even more attractive when smiling. “It’s an ease of access thing. Keeps the clients from getting lost. You tell them to meet at the red room or the orange or whatever.”

His glance up over my shoulder was my only warning before a voice appeared at my back for the second time that day.

“Is this the new uniform? It should be. You’d look great in one of these, little brother.”

Something tugged at the hem of my dress. Before I could turn to look, Kodai snapped, “He’s fifteen,” and the tugging stopped. Once I glanced back, I found a taller, older guy patting the hem of my dress back down into place, his eyes wide and empty like he’d seen some horror.

Kodai heaved a sigh. “This is my older brother, Mamoru. Mamoru, this is the new maid, Tadashi Daiba. He’s our Daiba’s brother.”

Mamoru looked up puzzled, and damn, he was attractive too. His hair was cut shorter than his brother’s, and his eyes were more mature. He looked well-muscled, and he had a curve to his jaw that just screamed poster boy. His vest was a warm orange.

“Didn’t know Daiba had a brother,” he said. “You’re cute though. Nice to meet you.” With a gorgeous smile, he patted me on the head. “Please don’t tell your brother about the skirt thing, or he’ll kill me.”

“Skirt thing?” I asked.

“It’s nothing. My room is the next one down the hall, so just pop by if you ever need anything. Susumu is usually in there too because he sleeps there.”

“No, I just work there,” Susumu said.

By the time my eyes widened with the realization of what his work entailed, Mamoru was already speaking again. “I know. It’s like you don’t even love me.”

“Fancy that,” Susumu said dryly.

“I’ve got to go clean!” I said, slipping off as they continued on into an argument.

“You don’t have to be so mad. I didn’t see anything, just frills. Thank god.”

“That doesn’t make it okay, you gross pervert.”

Skipping over Mamoru’s door, I went to the next one. Knocking at this one greeted me with a man who looked tired and too tall. Just really tall. Really attractive and tall. He rubbed at his eyes, tinged red like his hair. He was older than the rest, maybe thirty. His nose was too long, but it was cute that way. The same went for his hair, which curled up at the ends like a mess of cowlicks.

“Hello, I’m the new maid.” It was coming easier now. “I was looking for rooms to clean. Sorry to bother you.”

He blinked down at me for a moment before speaking. “How old are you?” he asked.

“I’m fifteen.”

Heaving a sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m going to kill him,” he whispered. With a quick pat to my head and a “wait here,” he stormed off down the hall.

His room was already clean by the look of things, highlighted with the same yellow his vest had been. Rather than wait, I meandered over to the next room. Finally, after no one answered the door, I opened it to find the elusive green room. It was a goddamn mess. I couldn’t help but feel I’d gotten the poorer end of the deal as I picked laundry off his floor. The laundry room must have been downstairs because the chute in the wall dropped off into an abyss.

Once everything was as clean as it could get from my bare hands, I set off in search of the laundry room. The man in yellow still hadn’t returned, the Kodais had found another place to argue, and the alien’s door was still closed.

As I reached the stairs, another man came down from the second flight. He wore a black vest and a lack of expression. He didn’t really need one. The scar across his cheek and the eyepatch gave enough away to show that I needn’t bother him. He was almost as tall as the man in yellow with messy ash-brown hair.

I nodded in greeting, hoping to just pass by, but he spoke. “Who are you?”

“I’m Tadashi Daiba. I’m the new maid.”

“Oh, alright.” With a nod, he turned down the opposite hall and left. My throat finally let me breathe again.

Downstairs, the pieces of the vacuum were all gone along with Dick, and Daiba slept on.

“Alright,” I grumbled as I headed for the nearest door. “What’s behind door number six?”

No prizes for me, as I wound up in a dining room with one overly long table. A guy not much older than me sat at the only filled seat sipping a cup of tea or coffee or something. He looked bored as anything, staring off into space. He was attractive, but not like the others. He was more cute than hot, his hair full of long, messy brunet curls that seemed to kiss his round cheeks. Even sitting, I could tell he wasn’t much taller than me.  

For a moment, I felt sure he was the cook, but the blue vest threw out that theory.

“Um, hello, I’m the new maid,” I greeted.

“Oh, hi there.” He smiled in a warm sort of way that made his brown eye shine. “I’m the new whore.”

He seemed trustworthy enough, so I crossed the room to him. “My name is Tadashi Daiba. I’m the other Daiba’s brother.”

“Nice to meet you,” was all he had to say on the matter. “I’m Manabu Yuuki.”

“So your room is blue, I’m guessing?”

“That’s right,” he said with a laugh. “My uncle isn’t much for interior decorating.”

“Your uncle?”

“Yeah, he’s the owner. He built this station.”

I couldn’t say I knew much about how brothels tended to be run, but a man hiring his own nephew as a whore seemed weird. Surely, that was abnormal.

“So do no girls work here?” I asked. “I’ve only seen guys.”

“Well, Kei works as a bodyguard, but all the whores are guys.”

“Why?” I asked.

He shrugged. “My uncle didn’t have any women to start out with, so we got a following of male clients who were into guys.”

“No women come here?”

“Nah, we’re all super gay.” He smiled at whatever odd look scrunched up my face. “Okay, some of the guys are pan or bi, too.”

“What about, uh, the alien?”

“Oh, Shep?” He grinned. “He has the most devoted clients, actually, but we have no idea what’s in his pants. Can’t say we really care either.”

Alright, Shep, so I had a name for the alien. Then there was bodyguard Daiba, weird guy Dick, brothers Mamoru and Susumu, fabled girl Kei, some mysterious cook, and the other two guys I’d run into. “What about the tall guy in the yellow room?” I asked. “I didn’t get his name either.”

“That’s Warrius Zero. You can just call him Zero. He’s real friendly. Surprised he didn’t give you his name.”

“Well, he stormed off saying how he was going to kill someone.”

“Ah, yeah, that happens.” I waited for him to smile about his joke, but he seemed perfectly serious.

“And the one with the black vest?”

He looked at me like I’d asked how many stars there were outside. “You mean Phantom?”

“I guess? Has an eyepatch?”

“That’s my uncle,” he said. “Didn’t he hire you?”

Well, I’d fucked up. I’d really fucked up.

“I did,” a deep voice responded as a hand clamped down on my shoulder. “He’s our new maid.”

“Phantom” stood beside me, looking unfazed by the matter. He was also incredibly attractive. “He’s done a good job so far,” he added.

“Did you make him wear that outfit though?” Yuuki asked. “That’s kinda sleazy, isn’t it?”

“I didn’t make him wear it,” Phantom sighed. “But he can wear it if he wants.”

“It’s cute!” Daiba insisted as he also popped up behind me. “You can fight me if you’re going to insult my brother, Manabu.”

Laughing, Yuuki put his hands up in surrender.

“If you’ll come with me, Tadashi,” Phantom said. “I need to discuss the terms of your contract with you.”

My heart hammered in my throat as he took me gently by the arm and led me back toward the stairs. He might as well have been dragging me because my legs didn’t seem to be working. Daiba trailed behind us until we returned to our room. A third bed and dresser had joined the space. Phantom pulled me to the bed, and pressed on my shoulders to sit me down on it.

“Alright,” he began. I was sure I would throw up on his nice shoes. “I’m not going to ask why you’re here. I don’t really care as long as it was of your own will. Obviously, I’m not going to let clients anywhere near you. You’re four years too young for that.”

Four years? Then he knew I was fourteen.

“You sure you didn’t hire him while drunk?” Daiba asked.

“That only happened the one time,” Phantom said. “It doesn’t matter. He’s hired now.”

“You’re okay with me staying?” I asked, my whole body shaking either from fear or how little I’d eaten in three days.

“Yes. As long as you work, room and board are covered. And as long as you stay here, you’re under my protection.”

“Mine too,” Daiba said.

Phantom nodded. “Daiba is your cover for now. Between the two of us and the rest of the boys, we’ll take care of you.”

“Thank you,” I said airily, “Mr. Phantom.”

“Oh god, please call me Harlock.”

“Or Captain.” Daiba said.

“Captain is fine too.”

“Um, thank you… Captain.”

He smiled, somewhat cocky like Dick’s but kind like his nephew’s. “Then welcome to Arcadia, Tadashi.”

He was really, really attractive when he smiled.