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blood-and-pizza · 2 years

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*Fazbear Estate AU* Melissa Pomene: OK, Chocolate gang, you're in metal bodies now. I know you're afraid of being eaten, but trust me, there is nothing a human wants less in their mouth than a piece of metal. Funtime Freddy: *GRINS DEVILISHLY; opens his mouth to speak* Bon Bon: *reading Freddy's mind* GASP! Freddy, no! Melissa Pomene: Funfred, if you speak right now, I'm sleeping in my own room tonight. Funtime Freddy: *closes his mouth immediately* Bon Bon: Whew!

#tw: suggestive #fazbear estate au #chocolate animatronics #fnaf #funtime freddy #bon bon #shitpost

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the-wizards-fandom-library · 11 months

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I’m surprised there’s no AU based on this since…well, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory has some similarities.

William Afton

Wears purple

Runs a corporation that is catered to children

Killed kids and mangled their bodies in furry robot suits.

Fucker will not die no matter what (supernatural)

Has been simped after in their community.

Willy Wonka

Wears purple (okay, so technically the Johnny Depp one didn’t but he did have purple accents)

Runs a corporation that is also catered to children.

Severely fucked up children to the point where they have supernaturally damaging bodily harm that would probably kill them or they would have been killed in the fucking factory.

Is implied by some to be supernatural due to his outrageous factory.

Has been simped after in their community.

My conclusion: Why isn’t there an Au of Charlie and the chocolate factory where it’s basically Fnaf and Willy Wonka is just William Afton but, a much smarter business man with a multi million dollar corporation.

#the wizard shitpost #charlie and the great glass elevator #charlie and the chocolate factory #willy wonka #willy wonka and the chocolate factory #willy’s wonderland #five nights at freddy's #Fnaf #fnaf au #why hasn’t anyone made a fan fic about this?#like you have the elements right there!#dead kids who would be pissed at Wonka #this needs to happen #omg #ngl willy Wonka would totally make animatronics to promote his brand #like the man would probably be like: “Okay sure! let’s get the singing robots for my chocolate factory!#shitpost #funny post

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sweethoneyrose83 · 4 months

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Glamrock Bonnie Chocolate Brownie Cherry Bombs:

Ingredients:

- 1 box of brownie mix

- 24 maraschino cherries, drained

- 1 cup chocolate chips

- 1/2 cup unsalted butter

- 1 cup powdered sugar

- 1 teaspoon vanilla extract

Instructions:

1. Prepare the brownie mix according to the package instructions.

2. Preheat your oven to the specified temperature.

3. Grease a mini muffin tin and fill each cup halfway with brownie batter.

4. Place a maraschino cherry in the center of each cup, pressing it slightly into the batter.

5. Bake according to the brownie mix instructions for mini muffins.

6. While the brownie bombs are baking, melt the chocolate chips and butter together in a saucepan over low heat, stirring until smooth.

7. Remove the brownie bombs from the oven and let them cool in the muffin tin.

8. Once cooled, remove them from the tin and dip each brownie bomb into the melted chocolate mixture.

9. Place the chocolate-coated bombs on a tray lined with parchment paper.

10. In a bowl, mix the powdered sugar and vanilla extract to create a glaze.

11. Drizzle the glaze over the chocolate-coated brownie bombs.

12. Allow the chocolate and glaze to set before serving.

Enjoy your chocolate brownie cherry bombs!

#video game #spooky vibes #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #pizzaparty #fnaf movie #glamrock animatronics #fnaf help wanted 2 #glamrock #chocolate #glamrock bonnie

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soupy-cosmos · 1 year

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[ID: A digital drawing of characters from Five Nights at Freddy’s with dull purple lineart. Vanny, with colors inspired by the Funko spring colorway Vanny plush, leans forward holding a basket. She is primarily light yellow with light blue patches, though some pink patches are also visible. What can be seen of her bow is mint green. The basket is filled with mint green grass and a series of Easter eggs themed around the original animatronics as well as the Puppet and Springtrap. On either side of Vanny are the Easter themed Bonnie animatronics from Special Delivery, with Easter Bonnie on the right of the image and Chocolate Bonnie on the left. They look away from Vanny and are both holding the basket handle with one hand. The background is roughly egg-shaped and aqua, with a lighter blue outlining it as well as the characters. Light pink and faded gold polkadots fill the shape. End ID.]

Some funny bunnies are here to wish you a happy Easter!!

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tvcrip · 1 year

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the birth of fredbear (they are not chica and freddy)

#christmas #cow #chocolate cow #animatronic #fnaf #scott cawthon #five nights at freddy's #golden freddy #fredbear #bibble #jesus #art

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marchsfreakshow · 8 months

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Clingyness {Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader}

You're watching a horror movie with Tate, and he gets worried for you, so you decide to find a way to comfort him.

For my big sis @lilthbunny 💜

18+! Minors dni with this fic.

Warnings!: Oral (M receive), praise and praise, p n v, Sub!Tate, Dom!Reader, horror movie generalness, mommy kink, kind of ooc Tate, crud smut writing.

Tate and you were snuggled together, under a warm duvet, the rain was storming, making the atmosphere feel more and more like a cliche. But he was resting his cute head on your chest, an arm placed around your waist, as one of yours held his own waist. No one dared disturb you two today.

It was Halloween.

Despite Halloween being the day that ghosts could roam free, Tate wanted to watch a movie tonight. It made you happy anyway, too many parties and drunk rowdy teenagers. He agreed that it was a night to stay inside and watch Halloween movies. Snacks were on your lap and Tate's lap, with two hot chocolates on the bedside drawer. Nothing but the best for my princess, Tate thought, looking up at you. You were distracted by the movie. It was a movie you somehow had never seen.

The Banana Splits Movie.

The premise of it enticed your horror movie-loving heart. It was a scrapped Five Nights At Freddy's script, but the creator rejected it, so it was created as its own movie. A horror movie about killer animatronics that don't act like actual animatronics. Being you, you had to look up everything about the movie and even watched a YouTube video about it which counted the kills and went into detail about how the movie was made.

But, bringing you out of your thoughts was Tate cuddling himself up to you, like he was trying to get on top of you or in your skin. Either of them would be okay with him. "Baby, you okay?" You asked softly, petting Tate's hair. He looked up at you with a dark puppy eyes look and nodded towards the TV screen. A character had been sawn in half from Fleegles's magic box. His fiance, kneeling by his head, and crying, mourning her loss. It ended up scaring Tate, and his imagination was going crazy, worrying about what if that happened to you, or if any of the kills happened to you or him. Losing you in any way possible made Tate scared out of his mind. "Oh, Tate..."

"I like the movie, but I don't want to lose you like that."

"Baby boy, you know I'm smart enough to not get myself into a situation like that." You replied as Tate made a little 'mmh.' noise. Sighing, you kissed Tate, gently holding his face. He kissed you back, suddenly eager. As the movie carried in the background, both you and Tate carried on with a make-out session. The screams and general horror movie noises kept going, the light from the TV lighting your back as you were straddling your boyfriend's lap. It didn't distract you at all, considering something was distracting you instead. "how about I prove to you that I'm gonna be by your side forever yeah?" You quickly asked, sitting up. Tate nodded, smiling.

Both of you started to move to each other's wants and needs. Tate holding you at every angle possible, and you remove your clothes as well as Tate's. The duvet was the source of warmth, but you doubted you would need it in a second. So, while Tate was distracted by leaving hickeys over your chest and collarbones, you decided to grind on him and his exposed cock. Moved back and forth slowly, making sure he felt every part of it. He shook slightly with every moment, taking a grip on your waist and small, little whimpers leaving his mouth, and yours. The only other noises you heard were coming from the TV. Well, fuck the movie now, you thought, staring at the clingy, whimpering boy you were on top of. But, you stopped eventually, and the whimpers were left with sounds of Tate wanting you to grind more on his hard dick. Instead, you crawled down onto your stomach, holding yourself up with your elbows.

"You ready my darling?" You asked, pumping Tate painfully slowly.

"Please, please mommy.." With the whines Tate made, you kept on pumping him but licked the head of his dick, coating it in your own saliva with a mix of his pre-cum. You stared up at him, not wanting to show him any mercy, but he was so cute to you, humping your hand and his eyes rolling back. Just for being so cute, you praised your boyfriend by enveloping his head in your mouth, taking your time to go up and down, and attempting to hit every good spot you could find. Your hand slid up and down the last little bit of Tate's cock that you couldn't fit in your mouth, but he didn't seem to care as he kept thrusting in your mouth to all he liked. Quickly though, you stopped him and sat up, resting back on his cock lightly. "Mm fuck, mommy.. continue, please?"

"You're such a good boy, aren't you? Wanting me to do everything?" Tate nodded in reply as you leaned down, kissing and sucking his neck, small hickeys appearing everywhere. Tate clung onto you like he usually would, staring at you softly. "Mm, okay then, just for being such a good boy for mommy," You whispered in his ear, lining yourself up and lowering yourself on Tate's cock. He grabbed your hips immediately and unconsciously, ready to start thrusting. However, before he could start fucking you to the stars, you took his hands and pinned them to the bed's headboard with your own hands, using them as support as you started to move up and down. The feeling of going so slow made Tate want to start thrusting in you and making you feel good like he had plenty of times before.

Both of you started thrusting, which in turn almost made you see stars. Tate's more needy, but it felt so good either way. "Oh f-fuck I love you.." He muttered, his breathing heavy, and his hands gripping yours as they were still pinned above his head.

"I love, you too my cutie." Thoughts of edging Tate ran around your empty, desperate mind as you could sense he was close. The extra whines, calling your name out more, trying to snuggle into your neck. You decided that you should, so you let go of his hands. But just as you did, Tate pulled you down and stopped you thrusting, confusing you. "p..pup what are you doing-" you interrupted yourself with almost scream-like moans as Tate did nothing but thrust up and hard, you were unable to control yourself as you clung to him, and came as fast as you blinked.

Tate soon realised that, and stopped. "Are you okay? I'm sorry if I went too hard." You got up despite being shaky and laid beside Tate, catching your breath. Both he and you took your drinks, drinking the now lukewarm hot chocolate.

After you had enough drink to suffice, you put it back and smiled at Tate. "I'm okay, were you close?" In which he nodded. "C'mon, on top of me baby." He grinned, moving on top of you and immediately re-entering you. He started sloppily thrusting again, you clinging to him again as he hit everything right where it felt good.

Only a few minutes went by before, "mommy...fuck fuck, mommy-"

"Cum."

Tate cummed inside you, still holding onto you as he rode it out best he could. Both of you reached for the towel that was placed sort of intentionally by your bed and cleaned each other up. "I'm so proud of you baby boy, I love you."

"I love you Y/N." Tate kissed your nose gently, putting the duvet on top of you both, getting comfy again. By now the movie was three-quarters done, but you still watched it, cosying back up with Tate being in your arms.

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

Taglist: @taintandviolent @howtobesasha @hyperharlz @tatelangdonsweater

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puhpandas · 3 months

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GGY week day 6: Everybody lives/nobody dies

so this is a pretty specific au that needs some backstory. basically i have this theory that dr rabbit hasn’t just not shown up yet but is actually dead. since vanny killed glitchtrap at the end of hw2, i have this theory i’ve posted about before that vanny killed dr rabbit pre-sb and that’s how gregory got freed

so in this case that didn’t happen, PLUS rab is a good guy. gregory is a bit on edge about rab being there at first, but eventually after rab doesn’t kill people and is away from vanny and mimic and 3 star fam is actually kinda pleasant (not that he’d say that) he’s like wait a minute.

and instead of being ‘dormant’ and not 3 star fams enemy he kinda just becomes apart of the family. no ulterior motives no nothing he just is on their side for real now and prefers them. along the way he’s able to be a real kid and play gregory’s video games and draw and he likes it a lot. so he just starts to realize hey i don’t like to kill people and want to be normal. gregory can we go to walmart and buy shopkin blind box? i think my favorite ice cream flavor is mint chocolate chip.

meanwhile gregory having someone that hijacked his body and ruined his life still in there when he’s supposed to be free is very anxiety inducing. i think he’d hate rab taking over without permission (which he did a lot at first) and it’d scare him and cause him to be on edge a lot. eventually rab starts to actually care and respects gregory’s boundaries and figures out that being nice is pretty cool. it’s also easier for both of them. and eventually after things blow over a bit i think gregory would work on a temporary robot form for rab to roam around on his own (like a cheap animatronic robot. like those little dogs) and he’d get some peace.

but i think rab is always going to share gregory’s head with him since he wouldn’t have his own hands to draw and play video games so. i think that becomes easier for both of them and feels less intrusive.they bond a lot

#kinda loving this au even though i have something currently secret in my head similar #but. this applies to that in the worst way #if i ever talk about it or straight up write the fic you’ll get it #fnaf #gregory fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf fanart #fnaf gregory #dr. rabbit #dr rabbit #au #gregory #drawing tag #ggy week 2024 #my dr rabbit

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blood-and-pizza · 2 years

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You know what I'm thinking about right now? The chocolate animatronics from FNAF AR and FNAF Funko merchandise. I'm referring to Chocolate Freddy (a.k.a. Candy Freddy), Chocolate Bonnie, Melted Chocolate Bonnie, and Chocolate Chica.

Can you imagine how horrifying it must be to be an animatronic made of edible parts? Imagine suffering the horror of being eaten alive over and over again. That's a whole new level of cruelty from Fazbear Entertainment, honestly.

I've even thought about including Chocolate Freddy, Chocolate Bonnie, and Chocolate Chica in my Fazbear Estate AU. Basically, their CPUs have been placed in edible bodies repeatedly, and they are sent to the Estate for retirement when getting eaten repeatedly has taken a toll on their mental health.

For their retirement, the formerly chocolate animatronics are given normal, non-edible metal bodies. This helps them start to recover, but they still harbor a fear of being eaten. Since they're no longer candy, the three of them decide to explore their newfound identities as non-edible beings. As chocolate, they were just expected to be eaten at children's parties repeatedly, never getting to exist long enough to explore the world around them. Now, that's changed.

Chocolate Freddy starts out as incredibly anxious, moreso than Funtime Freddy or Glamrock Freddy are in this AU. Over time, he manages to calm down enough that he can look back on his past and joke about it with a smile.

Chocolate Bonnie is not only traumatized by having been eaten before, but also from a time he was placed out in the sun too long at a child's party. He's... a mess. He's only able to handle each day at the Estate because of Chocolate Freddy and Chocolate Chica helping him. He's clingy with the two of them as a result.

Chocolate Chica is the only Chica at the Estate who doesn't like to eat. She's horrified by the other Chicas, certain that if she were still chocolate, they would have eaten her. She tends not to trust other Chicas as a result. She also avoids anyone who is said to eat chocolate or candy.

Possible polycule between the three? Maybe?

And that's all I got for the moment.

#fnaf #chocolate animatronics #chocolate freddy #candy freddy #chocolate bonnie #melted chocolate bonnie #chocolate chica #fazbear estate au #fazbear entertainment #i would have made this two separate posts but NOPE

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vivzzi · 7 months

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pairing: mike schmidt x reader

synopsis: the day guard and night guard communicating through notes.

your shift starts the same way as every other day. you start by checking the pizzeria to make sure no intruders came in then you start cleaning the office. normally it’s full of empty fast food wrappers and cigarette ashes but this time you find a small bottle of sleeping pills with the owners name on the side of the bottle. mike schmidt. you remember vanessa telling you about the new night guard so you assume it’s his. grabbing a sticky note and pen you write a small note.

try and remember to take your pills home with you next time mike :)

- the day guard

you stick the note on the top of the pill bottle before sitting down and checking the cameras and taking small naps every now and then till the end of your shift. once the clock hits 11pm you grab your belongings before making your way out. while walking to the bus stop the sounds of your shoes hitting the ground with each step being the only noticeable sound throughout the empty street you start thinking about what the new night guard could be like. probably lazy since he brings his pills to work with him.

everyday starts the same. doing the same tasks around the pizzeria and checking on the animatronics every couple days. you walk into the office setting your bag on the ground taking your headphones off when you see a note attached to the security monitor.

Thanks for keeping my pills safe and not throwing them away. maybe you could tell me your name as well? i wish there was another way i could thank you.

- Mike

a small smile appears across your face before you take out another sticky note writing a small note for him.

it’s y/n and you keeping the office clean is the best thank you gift lol

- y/n

you place the note next to his old one before continuing with your job.

when you got to work the next day you didn’t bother with your daily tasks instead you were focused on reading the new note mike has left behind for you. instantly walking through the hallway and straight into the office your eyes see a tiny fort set up in the office which looks like it could fit a small child in before looking over at the desk and seeing another note.

Sorry about the fort my sister came to work with me since i didn’t have a babysitter available last night :/ i promise to clean it up once i come back later. please accept this drink as an apology gift

- Mike

you see a can of coke next to the note and you smile while picking it up. a small gesture which you appreciated.

no worries about the fort it’s kinda cute but thanks for the drink :)) please accept this i think you need it more than me

-y/n

you walk towards your bag and pull out a can of redbull before placing it next to the note feeling proud of yourself. after that you start doing your tasks with mike being the only thing occupying your mind.

your routine has completely changed instead of doing what you used to do now all you do is leave notes and small gifts for mike as he does the same for you. this time you brought a gift for his younger sister who’s name that you learnt is abby. you place the gift in her fort. a small stuffed bunny before going over to see mikes new note.

This note thing can’t go on forever i may have to clock in early one night so we can talk in person. Abby would also love to meet you.

- Mike

the note was placed on a small bar of chocolate. mike has already shared his past with jobs and how he ended working here so you never really expected any type of expensive gift from him and to be honest you loved all the things he has given you so far.

the next day was different. the second you walked into the pizzeria you were greeted with broken glass everywhere, ripped posters and prizes all over the ground. you sat down in the main dining hall covering your face out of stress you couldn’t help but to feel guilty as if the place getting broken into was your fault. suddenly your thoughts were interrupted by a person running into the pizzeria.

“y/n?”

the person runs up to you before pulling you into a tight hug whispering soft words of reassurance into your ear.

“vanessa told me what happened don’t worry about it- are you hurt?”

“mike?”

you finally look up at him as he gives you a small smile and hums to show you that he’s really there before you hug him back.

“i’m so glad you’re here”

“i cant believe this is how we meet”

he makes a quick joke to lighten the mood and it works as you let out a small laugh shaking your head. the rest of the day was spent cleaning up the mess with music playing in the background while you and mike connected over anything you had in common.

leaving him that note was the best decision ever.

bonus:

you walk out of mike’s car and to his front door with him as he opens it. you see vanessa sleeping on the couch after babysitting abby. you ended up staying at the pizzeria with mike for his shift that same day which made him invite you over to meet abby.

as mike shuts the door you can hear footsteps approaching you guys. abby runs up to mike giving him a hug before turning to you slightly confused.

“abby this is y/n”

her confused expression slowly turns into an excited one as she runs up to you giving your figure a tight hug.

“thank you so much for the stuffed bunny i still have it. do you want to come and see my stuffed animal collection in my room?”

before you could answer her she drags you down the hallway and towards her room. you turn around giving mike a smile while following abby.

“already bringing her home mike? that was fast”

mike slightly jumps due to vanessa’s voice before rolling his eyes.

a/n: might turn this into a mini series because i wanna expand their relationship but im still thinking about it and i lowkey hate this 😭😭

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #michael afton #michael afton x reader #fnaf #five nights at freddy's

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charlottecutepie · 4 months

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౨ৎ his princess (William Afton x fem!reader)

author note: you can imagine William here in any form, game or a movie one. tbh, I love him in every way

tags: softdom!william, gentle sex, oral sex, daddy kink, praise kink, princess treatment, facesitting, nsfw under the cut

William would definitely like to treat you as his little princess. You're so precious and charming that he just can't let his sick sadistic nature show. At least not yet, he'll keep his true form from your eyes as long as he can. William would definitely treat you just right, he'd do all so his princess would feel protected and loved.

He's all gentle and sweet with you, calling you his little girl and sweet angel. You're getting absolutely spoiled as he buys you all things you could ever want. Every piece of clothing or cosmetics you mention in talks, hinting that you'd like to have them, you receive it the next day. Or he also takes you shopping in his old-fashioned purple car.

You tired of walking in heels? For a man like William, this isn't a problem, he'll carry you to home in a bridal style. Are you having trouble zipping up your dress? Let William take care of it. His fingers gently help you get dressed while you stand in front of the mirror, admiring your look. Whenever you need to style your hair, William is happy to help. He'll comb and brush your soft hair, complimenting you on how beautiful his princess is. He adores it most when you decorate your hair with a ribbon or a headband, in his eyes you look too soft and lovely.

You'll never have to do anything yourself. He will open the car door for you and prepare a seat for his girl. He will open the restaurant door for you and pull up a chair for you. He will open the door of his house for you and take you by the hand, leading you inside.

After a tiring day, you can be sure that a bubble bath and candles are waiting for you. William will help you wash your hair, massage your head to relieve your headache. He'll ask you how your day went, and you'll explain him how awful it was, only to get gentle kisses on the forehead in return.

Whenever you spend day at his pizzeria, you're allowed to do anything. He makes sure that you're not just a visitor here, but his little princess, who can get whatever she wants. You crave chocolate milkshake with cherry on top? You will get it, William would buy you one himself, you don't have to worry about money. He'll watch his princess drink it through a straw as her pretty eyes shine with joy. You want this delicious pizza? William will order his staff to cook it in the most best way. He'll serve you it himself, there's no need for waiter, William will be your personal one.

You want to come closer and look at his creations? William would be happy to ask you who your favorite animatronic is. And if it's Bonnie, he'll just melt.

William loves helping you get dressed as long as he likes to undress you too. You're sitting on the bed, your eyes sleepy and tired as you're trying to hold back a yawn, William kneels down in front of you. His long fingers touch your skin as he pulls on your stockings and takes them off you. He doesn't break eye contact with you. When he's done, he'll leave smooth kisses on your legs, brushing his lips against your soft skin. He'll shower kisses on your legs, rising to your belly, his hands carefully pushing you to lie on your back. You're so sleepy you don't even notice that William is already towering over you. You falling asleep with a silly smile on your face, and the last thing you feel is him kissing you before you close your eyes.

"Don't worry, darling, sleep well, I'm not going anywhere." he'll whisper softly in your lips.

In sex, you're also treated like a little princess. William fucks you with all the love and tenderness he has for you. You're a big fan of gentle sex and praise, and he's more than happy to provide them to you. He pounds your dripping pussy so sensually that your toes curl up, his fingers intertwine with yours. With his other hand, he holds you by the waist as he thrusts in your little cunt. His cock feels so good that you cum in the first few minutes after he's inside you.

"That's it, princess, taking me so well," he tells you in soft, but raspy voice. "such a good little girl for me."

You always turn into a little whimpering mess under him. William fucks you like the princess you are, thrusting in you in sensual yet just right pace.

"Oh god, you feel so good around me, bunny." he groans, hiding his face in your neck as he moves his hips what makes the tip of his cock sweetly rub against your cervix.

William always takes his time on you. He fingers you for seemingly hours, stretching your pussy so that you'll be able to take his cock without pain and discomfort. Everything to make his princess feel alright. He'll surely make you cum at least twice on his fingers before he slips into you.

He also takes his time on fucking you, thrusting into you so slow, but so fucking good and sweet what makes you see stars. All you could do is lay under him and take what he's giving you with your lips parted to let out soft moans and gasps.

"You like it, doll? You like it when daddy fucks that little pussy senseless?" you squirm, his fingers rub your clit, your cunt tightening around his cock as you babble nonsense mixed with begs.

"You're doing so well for me, princess." has sweet tears in corner of your eyes as you getting close.

He literally devours your pussy as he's making out with it. His tongue slides all over your slit, tasting your sweet juices while you hold his hair, ruffling it. You can't help but try to close your legs from overwhelming pleasure, but he forces them open. He groans into your cunt, sucking on your little clit, covering your pussy with his saliva. You end up cumming with shaking legs as he plants kisses on your clit.

His princess has to sit on his face, otherwise it's not love. His firm grip on your hips, his cock is hard and twitching, demanding attention, but it will fucking wait. William's only goal is to please his princess and that's what he does. His tongue is everywhere as he greedily eats you out, sliding from your clit to your wet hole, making you clench around nothing. But it just feels too fucking good. You can say he gets pussy drunk as he can spend hours between your legs.

"Want you to come on my face, darling, think you can do this?" he'd encourage you. You moan sweetly, grinding on his face, moving back and forth, head empty. He doesn't even do anything more, just lets you ride his face to bring yourself to orgasm. He happily lets you suffocate him as you cum on his tongue, pressing against his face when you reach your peak.

William likes it when you ride him, sitting on his lap. This usually happens when you're in his office while he's working, but your body is so warm and soft against him that he can't help himself. He leaves a kiss on your shoulders as he slips his hand under your skirt and pushes your panties aside, filling you with his cock. Your wet pussy welcomes him, warm walls squeezing him so fucking good that he can't hold back low groans.

"Yes, baby, ride me, ride me," he sighs, holding on your hips as he helps you to move up and down on his length. "Yeah… Fuck, look at you, darling, bouncing on my cock, you deserved it, deserved daddy's cock."

Your moans are indeed his favorite music, the way you ride him like a good girl you are only to end up drooling silly on his fingers as he silences your pathetic moans from having your pussy destroyed in the most delicious way ever.

Of course, he will cum on your face if you ask for it. He pulls out of your mouth and starts jerking himself off in front of you, the whole sight makes little hearts appear in your eyes, you getting horny again. The next second, he cums on your face, pressing the tip of his dick against your cheek. You get the hint and take him in your mouth, sucking his cock dry.

"You look so pretty like this, bunny." he praises, caressing your hair.

More than cumming on your face, he loves cumming inside your pussy. And you absolutely love the feeling of his warm seed filling you up. He often breeds his little princess, pushing his cock deep enough to make sure none of his semen has leaked out. And if that happens, he fucks it back into you.

When the two of you done, you feel his cock softening inside you, William starts showering you with kisses, whispering praises in your ear, telling what a good princess you were for him. Of course, after sex you become all lazy and sleepy, moody even since you have just been fucked so well, pumped full of your daddy's cum that all you want is just drop off to sleep, but William wouldn't leave his princess without after care. He would insist on taking a warm bath together or, if you don't want to, at least take a quick shower. But you like to ignore his words, turning away and burying your face in the pillow, pretending you're already sleeping. In that case, William carries you in his arms to the bathroom.

After all, you’re his little princess.

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the skz house: ch 9

a/n: So excited to get this one out to you guys! I hope you enjoy it 😁Thank you again to @cloverstayy for the beautiful graphic 🩵 she's amazing and is on insta & tiktok under the same name.

edit 1/22/24 - I have changed a few things around, this was previously chapter 7, but will now be chapter 9. Stay with me people!

Summary: Welcome to Sigma Kappa Zeta, the most popular fraternity on campus. When you, down on your luck and looking for a place to live, see their ad for ‘IN-HOUSE STAY’. You're one of the four girls chosen and find that your duties for the rest of the school year will be cooking, cleaning, and pleasing your assigned house members: Hyunjin & Bang Chan.

Chapter Nine: Of Halloween and Hallways

It’s now approaching the end of your first month at the SKZ house. Hyunjin still has not pressured you to move further, but you have continued to explore each others bodies more. Whenever you’re with him, kissing and cuddling in bed, you both allow your hands to roam freely across each other. He’s made it clear that you have control of the reins with him. You enjoy the power—getting both yourself and Hyunjin worked up, kissing, touching, fondling, just to back off. Maybe Chan’s sadism is rubbing off on you a bit.

Speaking of Chan, your nights with him since offering your submission are always like rolling a 20 sided die. You might be teased, you might get fucked, he might be sweet, but more often he’s rough. He does seem to make some kind of effort to not come off as a dick, however there is definitely still a wall between you two. You feel more comfortable conversing with him, though it’s usually just small talk and nothing remotely deep.

Lee Know’s birthday passes on Wednesday, October 25th and everyone celebrates with dinner, drinks and dessert. You and Allie helped Felix bake him a chocolate cake (they wouldn’t let you add arsenic, which was a bummer).

It’s now Saturday, October 28th—the day of the Halloween party. The morning of is spent with everyone moving throughout the house making sure their appointed tasks are complete. As evening approaches, your excitement for the event grows—everyone has kept their final costume reveals a secret and you can’t wait to see what they have all come up with.

Your main goal is to have a good time and possibly, finally have sex with Hyunjin. But, oh, sweet girl, you have no clue what the night has in store for you.

6:00pm

All of the decorations and finishing touches have been put in place. There are spiderwebs and bats strewn across the ceiling in the living room, a couple skeletons are seated at the dining room table that’s surrounded by floating candles, severed hands and feet rest on surfaces throughout the home, spiders of various sizes adorn the walls, and there’s even an animatronic Pennywise in the in the guest bathroom guaranteed to scare people shitless, but, hopefully not literally as that will just be a nightmare to clean.

6:30pm

The kegs arrive and are carted off to the basement and backyard. You’re setting up the snack table, putting out the orange and black paper cups, plates, and napkins when you hear a commotion coming down the stairs.

“This is stupid,” the familiar voice of Lee Know grumbles and you immediately smile.

“I can’t believe I’m wearing a dress,” says Changbin.

Two weeks ago you challenged Changbin and Lee Know in beer pong—winner got to choose the others Halloween costume. You had Hyunjin on your team and came out victorious.

“I don’t look that bad,” comes the voice of Seungmin.

Seungmin you challenged in a game of pool, same stakes. You’re shit at it, but he sank the 8 ball early and thus, you had all of them right where you wanted.

You turn around to face the stairs as they finish making their way down and bring your hand to your mouth to cover your laugh. They really committed…and their assignees had obviously helped put their looks together, from the makeup to the faux cleavage.

“The Sanderson sisters have come to SKZ house,” Han announces, pointing and laughing at the trio.

Changbin is dressed as Mary—eyebrows drawn on pencil thin, lips crooked and painted red, with a black wig shaped like a witch’s hat. Seungmin is Sarah—thick, dark eyebrows and eye makeup and a long, blonde wig. And the beautiful Lee Know is Winifred—copious amounts of blush on his cheeks, red lipstick only on the middle part of his lips, red wig and, of course, the look wouldn’t be complete without the trademark buck teeth.

“BoooOOOOOoook,” he wails as he enters the living room and everyone fucking loses it.

7:00pm

You finally have a chance to shower and get changed into your costume. It took you a while to decide on what you would be, but Hyunjin suggested an idea to play off what Chan is going as and you went along with it.

With your dress, corset, fishnets, calf-high combat boots in place and make up complete, you make your way back downstairs. The regular lights have all been turned off so the house has a darker feel to it, but there are various purple, red, and orange lights throughout to compliment the decorations and mood.

Hyunjin is sitting on the couch and offers you a look of appreciation when he sees you. You can only giggle at his costume. He’s half-assed it, for sure, but he still looks adorable. He’s wearing his regular clothing and has a headband on with pink ears, a pink bow tie, and a pink pigs nose covering his own. He turns around to show you the squiggly tail hanging near his butt.

“Cute,” you tell him.

“You look way better,” he says, pulling you close and lifting his pig nose to kiss you on the lips.

You look around the living room and survey everyone’s costumes. Han is dressed as Jack Sparrow, Felix looks like a man being taken by an inflatable alien and Allie is dressed as an agent from ‘Men In Black’. Jeongin is Woody from Toy Story and Charlotte is Jesse, they’re adorable. Rhiannon has decided to play along with Seungmin and Changbin as the Sanderson sisters and dressed as Binx, wearing all black with cat ears and whiskers, she even popped in some yellow cat eye contacts.

You don’t see Chan though and you’ve been dying to know what he’s put together. You excuse yourself from the room and check for him in the kitchen, but he’s not there either so you make your way to the basement.

It’s dark there as well, but lights have been added to each step to prevent anyone from falling. The lighting in the room is purple and a projector casts various Halloween themed images against the walls in slow, spinning rotation.

Chan and Changbin have their back to you as they struggle to get the dry ice machine working.

“Need any help?” You ask, and they turn to look at you over their shoulder.

Changbin’s eyebrows raise at the sight of you, followed by a nod and thumbs up thrown in your direction before he turns his attention back to the machine.

Chan turns around to face you, smirking as he takes in your costume. The first thing you notice on him is the amount of skin showing on his upper body and the slash-like wounds that have been added to it. You look from his bare navel up to his eyes and arch an eyebrow. It’s definitely not what you had expected but holy fuck does the sight of him make you want to let him do despicable things to you.

In his ears he has one silver stud earring and the the other is shaped like a fang. On his upper half he’s wearing a furry, grey vest that has a hood with a realistic wolf’s head attached to it. On his lower half he has on a pair of black boots and low hanging, ripped black jeans with black Supreme boxers peeking above the top. His hands are covered in grey, furry gloves with nothing but his finger tips out.

“Little red, eh?” He asks, looking you up and down.

Your costume consists of a dress that is white at the top (frilly and off the shoulders) then turns red near your hips accompanied by a black bustier that’s squeezing your insides together and pushing up your breasts. A red cloak is also draped around your shoulders, tied in a delicate bow across your clavicle. The fishnets and combat boots add a sexy, grungy feel to the look.

You pinch the sides of your dress between your thumb and forefinger, extend your right foot back and curtsy.

9:30pm

You hate to admit that Seungmin was right. Actually, you would never admit that. However, telling people the party began at 7:30 ensured they actually started showing up around 8:30. Everyone is now scattered throughout the first floor, basement and backyard.

You start the night off with a shot to calm your nerves from being in the house full of so many people. You also can’t help but feel like a hostess, wanting to make sure the snacks and drinks are never empty. You make sure the best costume voting station has pens and paper. You refill bowls of chips. Changbin follows behind you as you refill the drink dispensers to slip more alcohol into it. You eye him carefully and shoo him away from the one dispenser clearly labeled as non-alcoholic. Not everybody wants to get shitfaced tonight.

When you’re not playing hostess, you float around from room to room. With all the housemates here, you always have someone to wander off and talk to, which is comforting. You spend some time cheering Lee Know and Allie on as they reign over the beer pong table. You listen as Jeongin engages in a conversation with a group of girls, talking about needing models for an upcoming project. He has his arm wrapped around Charlotte’s waist as he addresses them, and she looks so out of her element, but leans onto him for support.

As far as you’ve seen, the boys really live up to the rule about not sleeping with anyone else outside of the house. Jeongin could probably pull any one of those girls in that circle, but he’s making it clear he has someone and is not interested.

Felix really did put himself in charge of the music and made a master playlist that’s blaring throughout the main floor. You spend some time with him in the living room, watching the people mingle and dance. Later you join Seungmin and Rhiannon in the backyard, sitting around the fire pit with a couple of others.

11:30pm

The house is fucking packed. With the music so loud, people’s conversations sound more like shouting matches. You take another shot with Hyunjin and snack on some of the Halloween-themed food that was catered. There are several giant, soft pretzels shaped like spiders, stuffed peppers that look like Jack-O-Lanterns, witch hat shaped calzones, white chocolate covered strawberries that look like ghosts, cheese wrapped with prosciutto and a green olive in the center to make it look like an eyeball. You’re delighted with the selections you and the girls made.

Eventually, you duck off from a conversation with Han (who, after two drinks is taking his role as Jack Sparrow a little too seriously), to head to the bathroom on the second floor. You bypass the yellow caution tape blocking upstairs to let everyone know it’s off limits, and head up. It’s dark and the lighting has been changed to red, making it feel extremely eerie.

Once in the bathroom, you quickly relieve your bladder and wash your hands. When you’re done, you stay inside for a bit longer than necessary, just needing a moment of silence. You can still hear the music bumping and people chattering, but it feels calmer in here. You lean against the counter, check your makeup and adjust your costume. The corset is tight around your chest—but it does look good. You bounce, tipsy enough to giggle at the sight of your boobs jiggling in the mirror.

There’s a knock at the door that snatches the laugh right out of you.

“Yes?” You call out, wondering who it could be. The girls would have walked right in, but no one else should be up here.

There’s no response, so you open the door, ready to tell off whoever it is.

“Second floor is off—“

The first thing you see is a wolf’s snout.

“What are you doing?” You ask Chan, shutting the light off to the bathroom. You place a hand on his chest and force him backwards into the hallway.

You move to drop your hand from his chest, but his fur clad hand stops you, keeping it in place.

“Just making sure nobody else was up here,” he shrugs.

He places his other hand on your waist and pulls you to him.

“Hmmm,” you hum, looking up at him skeptically. “Did you find anyone?”

“This costume,” he switches gears and releases your wrist, not allowing you time to call him on his bullshit. You can smell the alcohol on his breath, but he’s not drunk.

His eyes trail down to your cleavage. He brings a hand up to trace lines back and forth across the top of your breasts with his finger.

“So you did wanna play dress up with me?”

Your eyes drop to his fingers touching you. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of saying yes.

“It was Hyunjin’s idea,” you reply.

“Oh?” He cocks his head to the side. “Those are two different wolves though—from the three pigs and little red.”

“And?” You counter.

His hand slides up from your breasts to your neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. You are slowly growing accustom to the feel of this. You were shocked the first time he did it—there must have been an intense look of panic on your face because he eased up his grip and assured you he wouldn’t hurt you. It’s odd to think you trust him more sexually than in your everyday life, but he’s shown you enough when fucking you to let you know it’s all meant to be pleasurable in some way—sometimes for both of you, sometimes just for one of you.

“You guys never clarified what wolf I am,” he says.

His hand drops from your neck to yank down the fabric and reveal one of your breasts. You look down the hall, a look of shock plastered to your face, but there’s no one in sight. He doesn’t seem like he would care, even if there was. When your eyes meet with his again, he’s staring right back at you. Daring you to protest.

He pushes the wolf head off and it falls to his back. His dark, curly hair is stuck to his forehead after having it on for so long. You lean back instinctively as he lowers his head to take your nipple in his mouth and let out a surprised gasp.

“Chan,” you say, gripping his bare waist.

He swirls his tongue around your nipple and bites it, eliciting another gasp from you. He releases your nipple and stands up straight, cupping your breast as he makes a declaration you’ll never forget.

“I wanna be Red’s wolf.”

No smirk, no smile…it doesn’t feel like he’s joking or teasing you. Does he mean it?

Your hand shoots up to his neck lightning fast, pulling him down and crashing your lips to his. He spins you both around so your back is now against the wall as he kisses you. You roll your body, pressing your hips against his as his tongue clashes with yours.

He leans back for a moment, biting his furry glove with his hand to pull it off so his hand can feel you completely. When his lips are on yours again, his other hand takes hold of your neck once more, squeezing it as you slip your tongue in his mouth and he sucks it in further.

With his now glove free hand, he lowers it to rub at your fishnet covered thighs. His hand inches higher beneath the hem of the dress until it’s right between your legs. But then he freezes.

He breaks the kiss, still gripping your neck. His thumb rests on one side, pointer finger directly on your chin, and the other three are on the opposite side. He pushes your head up, pressing your head to the wall as you both catch your breath.

“Is shark week over yet?” He asks, cupping your pussy.

You start to repeat the phrase back to him, but chuckle as the realization hits you. The last three days you had been with him you were nearing the end of ‘shark week’ as he just called it. He had kept his distance, for the most part, aside from an impromptu morning blowjob before he trotted off to class on Tuesday.

“Yes,” you breathe in response.

His thumb and pointer finger squeeze your jaw, lowering your head and allowing him to recapture your lips. He resumes moving his other hand, hooking two fingers between the fishnets and the side of your underwear. He sucks on your bottom lip as his fingers rub your pussy, feeling how wet you are. He groans into your mouth as his fingers circle between your lips.

“I wanna fuck you so bad, Red,” he says, breaking the kiss once again.

He withdraws his fingers and brings them up to his mouth, popping them right inside and sucking your juices off. You watch him through lustful eyes, loving how fond he is of your taste. He’s not even remotely communicative with you but in these small moments you share, you understand all you need.

He pulls his other glove off and tosses it aside before dropping to his knees in front of you and bringing both hands to where the fishnets are at your crotch, poised to rip them apart.

“Chan!” You yell, grabbing his wrists. “I’ve only gotten to wear this for three hours, the party isn’t even over yet.”

“So?” He says, breaking his wrists free of your hands with ease.

“So, relax.” You say, taking hold of his wrists again. “And wait.”

He drops his hands and sits back on his heels, looking up at you. With only the red light illuminating the hallway, his gaze feels ravenous. Perhaps he does not like you telling him what to do. You second guess your word choice…maybe you should have added a please in there. You shift your weight from one foot to the other as his continued silence makes you anxious.

When his hands move back to your thighs, you don’t even try to stop him this time. Resisting is futile. You always give in to the pleasure. They slide up beneath the hem of the dress again, but instead of ripping them, he respectfully finds the waistband of the fishnets. His eyes never leave yours as he hooks his finger inside them and slowly pulls them down, dragging your underwear with it.

You bite your lip to keep from smiling. So maybe he disregarded the part about waiting, but he did at least grant your request to not rip them. He has a smug look on his face, seeing your reaction. You avert your gaze down the hall, wanting to check that the coast is clear but also wanting to keep him from seeing how much of an affect a small act of kindness from him makes you feel.

The hallway is still empty.

You look back to Chan and pull your dress up and out of the way. He uses one hand to keep the fishnets and underwear pulled down as the other guides your leg over his shoulder. And as soon as he leans forward, taking your pussy in his mouth, you know you wouldn’t fucking care if the entire party walked up here right now.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you roll your hips, pushing your pussy against his face so he can properly devour you. The music downstairs is muffled, but still mostly drowns out the sound of him slurping you up. He replaces his mouth with his fingers, playing in your wetness. He uses his thumb to rub circles around your clit as you grip his hair with your free hand.

“Fuuuck,” he drawls, pressing his thumb against you harder, watching your hips move in response. He slips his fingers inside of you and swaps his thumb and mouth again.

Your eyes snap open at his words and your hand forces his face against your pussy even more. You had already declared you belong to him the first time he fucked you. Hearing him say it, hearing him claim you drives you wild.

His fingers pump in and out of you rapidly as his tongue licks up and down your pussy. You put your head back against the wall, moaning at all the feelings. His fingers inside of you, his mouth on you, being in the hallway where anyone could come up and see you. But most of all, being his.

“Please, Chan,” you say, feeling so fucking turned on you think you might burst.

He detaches his mouth and stands up, causing your leg to fall from his shoulder, and reclaims your mouth. You can taste yourself on his lips as his fingers keep thrusting into you. His other hand finds it way back to your neck, squeezing it harder than before.

“Please what?” He asks, lips pressed against yours.

You keep your eyes on his as your hips fuck his fingers back, whimpering. You reach your hands between you, undoing the button on his jeans and pushing the zipper down. You slip a hand beneath the waistband of his boxers and grip his cock, feeling how hard he is.

“I need you,” you force out with his hand still around your neck and he grins.

He knows how he makes you feel and he loves it. Seeing you desperate and needy, begging him to fuck you.

Before he has a chance to, you see someone step onto the landing from the corner for your eye. The thought of being caught and the reality of it are two very different things.

Chan reacts so quickly, turning to shield you, lowering his hand from you neck to pull your dress up and cover your breasts. You drop your dress and pull your fishnets and underwear back up. You peek over his shoulder to see who’s come up.

It’s Han.

He sees you two, but he doesn’t say anything. He opens the door and walks into his room, but a moment later his head pops back out, adorned with his pirates hat and he throws a grin in your direction. You flip him the middle finger and he disappears fully into his room.

You press your head to Chan’s chest. Maybe he does care about people seeing you exposed and he just talks a big game. You don’t want to ask, though. He might just take it as a challenge.

You lean your head back to look up at him and he chuckles, wrapping his hand around your back and pressing your hips against his. You can still feel the bulge of his cock.

“Let’s go back downstairs,” you say, taking a step away from him as you come back to your right state of mind. You need to clear your head—maybe get another drink, maybe get some fresh air.

“Will you stay with me Sunday?” He asks suddenly, pulling his zipper back up.

Your eyebrows raise in surprise. You hadn’t expected him to concede so easily, nor ask you to stay with him. You had yet to spend a Sunday with him. In all honestly, you didn’t think he cared much for you to be there. But maybe he’s only asking since he didn’t get to fuck you during the week and feels like he needs to make up for lost time or something.

“Maybe,” you reply.

Sunday is your day. It would mean a lot, to you, for you to choose to stay with him. What would it mean to him?

He buttons his pants as you pick up his discarded gloves from the ground and hold them out to him.

“Maybe?” He repeats skeptically, eyeing you as he accepts the gloves with one hand.

His other hand—the one that had been inside you—he brings to his lips and sucks his first three fingers into his mouth one by one. He’s silent as he puts the gloves back on, mulling over your answer.

“Okay,” he finally says.

“Okay?” You repeat him this time.

The dark look in his eyes makes you feel as though it’s not okay.

“Sure,” his tone is now sickly sweet and you find it unnerving. “I’ll be back down in a sec.”

12:15am

The keg in the basement has been tapped already. Changbin and Chan work to move the one from the backyard down there with the help of a few other guys. It looks like a disaster waiting to happen and you don’t want to watch. You spot one of your friends that you stayed with after the breakup hanging in the kitchen and talk with her for a bit. You let her know you’re fine and have found a place to stay—sparing the specifics, of course.

1:00am

All the housemates and a good majority of the guests crowd around the living room as Felix MC’s, to hand out best costume awards. Much to your chagrin, Changbin, Lee Know and Seungmin win best group. Some guy dressed as Elton John in his bedazzled LA Dodger outfit wins most like the original. A girl with a literal UFO floating above her head and lights streaming down wins most creative. Sexiest female goes to a girl dressed as a skimpy Mario. Sexiest male costume goes to none other than Chan—he celebrates by taking two shots back to back. You’re close enough to notice a small dribble that’s trickled down to his abdomen and you’re tempted to get on your knees and lick it off in front of everyone.

After the prizes—gift cards and alcohol—are handed out, the crowd disburses throughout the house. You stay in the living room with Hyunjin and Felix as Felix gets the music going again.

Hyunjin wraps his arm around your waist, holding you to his side as Despacito plays. He’s smiling down at you with glossy eyes and you can tell he’s definitely had a couple cups of the Changbin-spiked punch.

“Dance with me,” he says.

“Hell no,” you spit back, shaking your head. “I’m not anywhere near drunk enough for that.”

“Well, drink up,” he says, moving your hand with the cup to your mouth.

You take a large gulp but still shake your head again. He takes the cup from you and finishes it off, sitting it on the table next to Felix. You protest as he pulls you to the middle of the living room where others are dancing. You’re struck with a wave of embarrassment, covering your face as he dances around you. He moves freely and easily to the beat, tongue caught between his teeth with a smile. He stops behind you and puts his hands on your hips, moving you from side to side with him.

He spins you in a circle, then brings you back against him, rocking his hips backwards and forwards to the music, guiding yours in sync with his, holding you firmly to him. You want to feel mortified, but you’re smiling and laughing. You’re enjoying yourself. As you always do with him. He wraps his arms around your shoulder, pulling your back flush against his chest and kisses your neck.

“Y/n?” You hear your name called and as your eyes snap up to the person who said it your smile immediately drops.

Your ex.

Hyunjin still has his arms around your shoulder, holding you against him, but he stops moving and looks up at your mood killer too.

“Who’s that?” He asks.

“My ex,” you tell him. He straightens up, but doesn’t remove his arms from you.

Your ex walks closer to you, not even glancing at Hyunjin behind you.

“Can we talk?” He asks.

1:45am

You’re hesitant. You don’t walk to speak to him, not now when you’re having such a good time. You also don’t want to cause a scene, though.

You tap Hyunjin’s arm around your shoulder and he releases you. You gesture for you ex to follow you and lead him through the kitchen to the backyard. There are people out here too, but it’s not as crowded. You fan yourself when you hit the fresh air—you hadn’t realized how hot it had gotten inside with all the people, combined with the alcohol and dancing.

“What’s going on with you?” He asks in an accusatory manner.

“Nothing?” You respond, not sure what he means.

“I saw you a few weeks ago with one guy, now you’re dancing up on some other dude?”

“You keep asking these questions as if you’re entitled to answers,” you snap at him. “You wanted to break up with me. You wanted to see other people. You don’t get to say shit about what I do.” You step closer to him and jab your finger into his chest each time you say ‘you’.

“Is this where you’re living now, then?”

You sigh, shaking your head.

“Listen, I think closure would be good here…but this is not the way.”

“I told you I wasn’t looking for closure.”

You let out a wry laugh.

“I’m not going to sit around waiting for you, if that’s what you’re wanting. I’m single. I’ll do whatever and whomever I want.”

His jaw clenches as he glares at you.

“And I have no intention of ever being with you again.” You add. “So, either leave me alone and enjoy yourself at the party or get the fuck out if that’s too hard for you to do.”

You throw your hands up at him and shake your head before opening the sliding glass door and walking back into the house. He follows you inside, grabbing you by the arm to stop you before you reach the living room. You turn to face him, snatching your arm back.

“So you give me shit about wanting to see other people, but now you’re living in a house with these frat bros?” He arches an eyebrow.

You shrug. He becomes more annoyed at your response.

“You’re fucking them aren’t you?” He spits, stepping closer to you, leaning down so you can hear him over the loud music. He grabs you by the arm again, dragging you to him.

You put a hand on his chest and struggle to push him away, feeling everyone’s eyes on you. You’re certain the music is still blaring, but it suddenly feels extremely quiet.

“You’re fucking all eight of these squinty-eyed motherfu—“

Your fist connecting with his jaw cuts him off. You don’t know what’s come over you to react in such a physical way, but you’d be damned if you let him finish that sentence.

The next few moments happen in a blur.

He yanks you closer, seething, as he opens his mouth to say more disprectful shit. But someone wraps their arm around your waist and pulls you away from him and at the same time, someone else shoves your ex. Then Chan is standing between you and him, facing your ex. You can’t clearly hear what he’s saying over the music and the erratic beating of your heart, but they look to be exchanging some heated words. Your ex looks furious with Chan in his face, acting like the literal big, bad wolf.

You look back to see who’s grabbed you—it’s Seungmin. He’s holding you close, but his eyes are locked on Chan, waiting to see if he needs to get involved.

Hyunjin and Felix come into the dining room amidst the commotion. He walks behind your ex and places a hand on his shoulder. Your ex shoves his hand off, says one last remark to Chan then storms out of the room. Hyunjin follows behind him to make sure he leaves. Felix puts a hand on Chan’s chest to keep him from following. He forces Chan to look him in the eye to hear whatever he’s saying.

Changbin storms in, coming from the basement a little too late, but still looking ready for a confrontation. All while dressed as Mary Sanderson. The sight sends you into an immediate fit of laughter.

The partygoers go back to their own conversation as Changbin approaches you, Chan, Felix and Seungmin.

“Why didn’t you ride your vacuum?” Seungmin says to him. “You would have gotten here sooner.”

“He’s lucky I was late,” he huffs.

Chan turns away from Felix to face you and Seungmin releases you from his grasp.

“You okay?” Chan asks, softly.

“I’m fine,” you tell him, wiping at a stray tear as you regain your composure.

Chan lifts your chin up with a finger so you’re looking him in the eyes, possibly wanting to make sure the tears are from laughing.

You nod your head, reassuring him.

“Nice job, slugger,” Seungmin says, ruffling the top of your hair. You swat him away and wince as your hand comes in contact with his arm. He laughs at your pain. “I’ll get some ice.”

He disappears behind you towards the fridge.

Chan gently takes your hand in his and brings it up for inspection as you weakly wiggle your fingers.

“Can you make a fist?”

You squeeze your hand together the best you can but it becomes painful before you can make a complete fist.

You hear Chan take a deep breath. He closes his eyes, hand still holding yours.

“Tell me I shouldn’t go after him,” his eyes snap back open and they are brimming with rage.

“Don’t,” you plead.

“I wouldn’t lose,” he says, rubbing his thumb across your fingers. He’s here, physically, in front of you, but it seems like his mind is already out the door.

“He’s not worth it,” you shake your head.

He readjusts the wolf on his head and nods, as if trying to convince himself you’re right.

“Go to Seungmin, put some ice on it.”

He lets go of your hand and heads for the basement with Changbin.

3:30am

You’ve apologized profusely to the members and the other assignees, hoping the altercation with your ex hadn’t put a damper on the night. They assure you it’s alright—they all seem more concerned that you’re okay, and it makes you feel warm and cared for.

The house has mostly emptied, Seungmin and Jeongin are getting the last few stragglers out. Changbin and Hyunjin are supposed to be helping clean but Changbin, drunk off his spiked punch, is cradling Hyunjin’s face in his hands and loudly alternating between calling him the cutest piglet he’s ever seen and asking him to ‘oink’. Hyunjin is cackling, trying to squirm away from his touch, but he’s no match for Changbin’s strength.

Chan, Jeongin and Han come up from the basement and shut the light off behind them.

“Everyone’s clear from down there,” Han says, removing his pirate hat.

Chan has his arm around Jeongin’s neck as Jeongin supports his stumbling steps.

“…and that’s why you’re my baby,” Chan is saying to Jeongin.

“Okay, hyung, okay. I’m your baby forever,” Jeongin is smiling widely, amused.

He must not get to see their chapter president like this often.

You’ve never seen him like this.

“Y/n,” he says with a smile when his eyes fall on you.

He shakes free of Jeongin and walks to you.

“What did you do to him down there?” You ask.

“We had to keep him from going after that guy—he’s at least responsible enough to not drive drunk,” Han tells you.

His words give you some pause. You would never want to condone any further violence, but…had Chan been ready and willing to fight over you?

Chan hugs you from behind, head hanging over your shoulder.

“You should probably take him upstairs,” Felix says, taking the stack of paper plates you’ve amassed and tossing them into the trash bag he’s holding.

You step to the side and drape Chan’s arm around your neck, holding on to it with one hand as the other holds him by the waist.

He lets you walk him up the stairs, giggling to himself as he concentrates on taking one step after the other.

“Do not fucking fall. I’m telling you right now I can’t save you,” you warn him.

“Yes, ma’am,” he giggles again, putting his other hand on the rail to grip as he walks.

Once in his room, finally, you ease him onto his bed and he immediately splays out flat on his back. You kneel on the bed to get his costume off and he lets you remove his gloves, and vest without putting up a fight. However, when you get off the bed to place them on the dresser, he protests

“Come here with me,” he whines.

“You need to sleep it off, Chan.” You tell him, softly.

“No,” he pouts, sitting up on the bed, swaying. He looks like he’s concentrating every fiber of his being on holding steady. “Come here.”

There’s more demand to his voice the second time. You sigh and walk towards the bed.

“Don’t do that,” he chides.

“Do what?”

He mimics your sigh.

“Like you hate me or something. Don’t hate me,” he turns to look at you with sad eyes and pout once again firmly in place on his lips.

“I don’t hate you,” you tell him truthfully, crossing your arms in front of your chest as you sit next to him on the bed. “You’re just always so hot and cold with me. I don’t know how to be or feel when I’m around you. I’m in a perpetual state of conflicting confusion with you.”

You choose to be honest with him about your emotions. You do want him to know how it feels, but you also wonder if he’ll even remember any of this tomorrow.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, leaning to the side to rest his head on your shoulders. “I have to be this way, y/n.”

You furrow your brow at his response. Why on earth would he have to be this way to you? You shake him off of you and he sits back up on his own, leaving his head hanging.

“Why, Chan?” You ask angrily. He doesn’t budge. “Chan. Look at me!”

Your sharp tone of voice causes his head to snap up.

“Why?” You ask again, softer this time.

“It’s just easier this way…I don’t think I cou—“ he starts but trails off and shakes head, unable to finish.

“Chan, please,” you plead with him. “How is this easier? Easier than what?”

He shrugs and places his head in his hand. A silence falls over the room as you wait to see if he will respond. He doesn’t, and it angers you.

“Why would you choose me,” you start slowly, “if you’re so determined to treat me like an object you own when everyone else in this house can be both friends and lovers, fuck buddies, whatever the hell you want to call it with their assignee. Why is it so fucking hard for you?”

“I couldn’t let you end up with anyone else,” he says, words muffled by his hands.

You sigh. Again. You’re desperate to know what he means, to get some kind of clue about why he keeps you at arms length. Why he wants your full submission but refuses to let you get closer to him. You wish he were sober. It's even more frustrating that even when he’s drunk, he’s not spilling out helpful information. It’s the most of an explanation you’ve ever gotten out of him, though, but talking to him like these feels useless. He’s too heavily guarded.

He looks up again and turns to face you.

“Stay with me tonight?”

What is he trying to do to you? It’s the second time tonight he’s asked you to stay with him. And the way he looks right now, annoyingly adorable, you want nothing more than to grant his wish. But it’s infuriating to think that this isn’t the real him. Or if it is, why the fuck can’t sober Chan be the same? If you give in to him like this, after he’s explained nothing yet expects everything from you, you will lose even more of yourself.

You find logical ways to justify your shared intimacy and lack of anything else, telling yourself that it’s part of the gig as an in-house stay. But what happens if you start to choose him and his behavior doesn’t change? Will you become upset if he continues to treat you the same?

“It’s Saturday,” you say finally, standing from the bed.

He pouts again.

“It’s Sunday, actually.” He corrects you.

He stands, taking a moment to catch his balance. He reaches for your hand and brings you towards him. He rubs his finger over the back of your knuckles. The pain from the punch earlier had mostly subsided after icing it.

You think back to Chan’s actions in the kitchen, how he immediately sprung to your defense. It’s as if he wants to be the only one who can get away with mistreating you.

“We’ll just sleep. Stay with me.” He asks again, bringing your hand to his mouth and placing a soft kiss on it. Your stomach flutters at the sight.

“No,” you say defiantly, shaking your head. “That’s not how it works.”

“It works how we decide it works,” he counters, placing his hands on your hips and looking down at you.

“No, Chan…not like this.”

“Fine,” he mumbles, dropping his hands from you.

He turns away from you and walks towards the corner of the room—to your bed. He grabs your pillow and hugs it to his chest as he walks back to his bed.

He’s acting like the cutest fucking brat you’ve ever seen and yet you still want to slap his face. How had his parents put up with this? Maybe shipping him off to the states for school had been in their best interest. He would have been a handful, and spoiled rotten. You can almost guarantee it.

He climbs into his bed, holding your pillow as he gets comfortable. You stand watching him. You want to go to him. You want to curl up behind him, to hold him. To share a bed with him for the first time. But you can’t keep setting yourself up for failure. If you do that tonight, what happens tomorrow? He won’t treat you any different and you’ll be upset you let yourself fall for it.

“Goodnight, Chan,” you say, turning for the door.

He grunts in response as you turn the light off and exit the room.

On your way downstairs, you stop to listen and see if anyone is still cleaning in the kitchen but it’s dead quiet so you continue to Hyunjin’s room. You make it back to the room and see he’s already knocked out. You contemplate waking him up but decide against it. Any mood you had for fooling around is gone.

You rid yourself of your costume piece by piece and climb into bed with Hyunjin in just your underwear and a shirt. His body adjusts to your presence, as it always does, and you snuggle in to him. What started as a promising night that could have ended with some fun—with either Hyunjin or Chan—turned out to be quite the opposite.

[ read chapter 10 here ]

a/n: I am struggling so much to keep Chan in check. I want him to just give in an be the bestest boy ever, but then it'll be a rush and the story will end sooner. So, let's ride this out together.

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How to keep the Bats functioning in my absence, outline 16 of 30. A guide by Tim Drake.

Do not let them enter the state of North Dakota.

Keep Jason away from apples.

The bathroom on the third floor, just outside the library has a leak. After it rains, you need to check on it. There is a bucket under the sink.

Dick will not eat white chocolate and Steph won't eat any other kind of chocolate. If you forget that, they will take it personally.

Titus and Ace aren't allowed any kind of chocolate, if that wasn't obvious. Neither is Cullen, but not for the same reasons.

Do not touch Bruce's Janis Ian CD's. No, he doesn't have a CD player. Don't confront him about that. Just let him keep the CD's.

Jason's eyes glow in the dark. Just a heads up. So do Duke's, but differently. Jason's glow, Duke's shine. That is an important distinction to make when walking in on something you shouldn't, because Jason will kill you if you're a liability while Duke will only lock you away until the information you accidentally learned is irrelevant.

Please don't try and climb the bannister. It's not the biggest fan of being touched.

Don't turn on the ceiling fan in the morning room. We still haven't fixed it and probably never will.

Don't let Damian into the Cave without socks. He gets cold.

Keep the front door bolted at all times. Alfred, for some odd reason, can never remember to do that, so we have to make sure it gets locked after he opens it.

Every night before patrol, quietly go through the checklist that is at the end of this document. It's after Outline 30.

Damian is no longer allowed to play Roblox before school.

Keep the windows on the second floor closed during spring and fall. Duke has bad hayfever and he sleeps on that floor.

If I am gone for a more permanent reason, Babs will know what to do. The file she will need is marked X-e34R. The password is Dick's real birthday.

Bruce cannot speak Portuguese, actually. Everyone else can. Use this wisely.

Cass can generally look after herself, but cut some fruit and bring it to her room and you will win her undying loyalty and simultaneously make sure she actually eats something.

Dick has... episodes, sometimes. You don't want to know why, or what he's seeing while he's staring right through you. Place a cat or small child on his lap. This method also works for Bruce, though under different circumstances. I'd explain, but you will know when you see it, so it wouldn't do much good.

Sometimes it's better not to ask what Jason and Steph are up to. Most times, actually.

Duke very much enjoys White Rabbit candies and can see into the future. He is a little like those animatronic fortune tellers but a lot more accurate and has no use for quarters. That is where the candies come in handy.

Do not attempt to use the EpiPen in the hall closet. It's mine. I have it for my "walnut allergy." I'm not actually allergic to walnuts. It expired in 2016.

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