this is my Yumeship and Sys related blog be nice i block freely >:3 art in pfp is made by @scarletdestiny btdubs thefruitsys :D ENDOS MAPS NECROS RADQUEER AND PROSHITTER DONT TOUCH MY FUCKING PAGE !!!! take ur weird shit somewhere else minors also dni i dont feel comfortable talking to kids 18-20
im an alter in a udd system and a HUGE yumeshipper/selfshipper
heres some of my yumes that ill be posting abt
mystic flour
burning spice
shadow milk
dark cacao
elder faerie
captain barnacles
Charcoal Cookieeee :3
edd from eddsworld (just to avoid any kinds of confusion the character not the creator)
yinyang ii
mephone ii
probably one from tpot
funtime freddy
gabriel updike from fnf
im not really the sharing type of yumeshipper but im getting open to potentially being sharing and yeah. if you like any of the stuff i write abt them feel free to stick around ^^
(maybe leave suggestions if you want me to write scenarios too :p i cant promise it’ll get done but i will consider writing out suggestions :PP)
also some of my yumes are also introject in our sys to ill do my damndest to differentiate the two!!!
You’re asking for Mac scenarios?! I’m your girl!!! How about one where all that training with Dunk finally pays off and we carry Mac up the stairs so they can cuddle with us because I don’t think they have the strength or ability to get up there like everybody else.
Dunk can act as our bestie wingman and carry up Mac’s wheelchair while we carry the real goods because I don’t think we’re strong enough to carry that wheelchair only the Mac. ❤️🫶🏻
ohhh i absolutely love this. — been gushing over this last night trying to brainstorm 😼 — thank you for sliding in my asks 🫶
ANYTHING FOR YOU
— a mac ( date everything! ) x reader oneshot
word count : 1k
(new to this… don’t throw tomatoes at me pls)
After seeing Dunk for the first time (again), he wasted no time to bring you back into your fitness era! You were hesitant at first, not sure if you were willing—or even had the motivation— to bring yourself back into it. But as you slept on it, you decided it would be nice to try and find a schedule again.
After receiving these glasses and working at home most of the time, there was going to be a point where you were gonna lose your mind being in this house. Might as well become a better you with this much free time. You were a bit slow paced with these workouts but after you met Mac, there was a bit of determination now. Not that you noticed at first but the more you chatted with them, the more you think about them as Dunk counts your reps.
Mac doesn’t really think much of your appearance but focuses more on your technical mannerisms and skills. Doesn’t mean they don’t notice the difference in your body tone and boost of energy. The deeper the relationship between you two has gotten, the more you strive to look better for them.
It only seemed fair since they mentioned they wanted to be good enough for you. Which absolutely broke your heart once they admitted their reasonings for the necessary update—along with other important things. You knew they meant well by it, by showing no hard nor sad feelings when they said it but you decided it was your turn to be good enough for them.
You tease Mac saying one day you’ll lift them up with ease one day. They reply saying they can’t wait for when the day comes.
There are moments where you genuinely want to sweep them off their feet but you still have a fear lingering in the back of your mind that you’ll drop them. That you’re not strong enough for them. It only fuels your determination more. It doesn’t go unnoticed during the workouts. Dunk takes note of your firecracker attitude when it comes to the workout he has plans for the day. His smile gets bigger and his adrenaline skyrockets when you ask for heavier weights or challenging exercises.
Night was arriving soon and you could feel your eyes grow heavier. “You should really get to bed,” Mac gently grabbed your shoulder with their hand, the little mouse on their shoulder moving in agreement. “You spent well over our usual 14 hours today.” “You really have to be a bit more careful when it comes to indulging yourself with the screen.”
“Sometimes I can’t tell if you remember that you have the ability to blink or not.” You laugh softly and reassure them that you do blink—sometimes—. “You should invest in blue light lenses.” You tilt your head to the side, it sounded familiar then it came to you. You’ve been seeing ads for them a lot lately… and have seen them in your cart for some unknown reason.
Mac looks off to the side as you click the pieces together, “It’s hard not to try and do these things. It runs through my veins being your computer and all.” As they face you again, you’re already leaning over from your chair and to their direction. Planting a soft kiss onto their cheek before they could say anymore.
You reassure them that you’ll buy the glasses, their shoulders visibly relax. “It’s getting to your usual bedtime, I’ll just finish scanning over any potential viruses —as I think the website you used earlier seemed a little sketch..— and sleep for the night.” They wheel over and soon extend their hand out to shoo you away but you gracefully grab it. Squeezing their hand in a heart-warming manner.
“Join me tonight.”
The blush on Mac’s face faintly paints their face. You’ve asked many times before but the expression on your face tonight said you weren’t going to listen to their excuses anymore. It wasn’t that they weren’t uncomfortable. The amount of times the both of you have fallen asleep on the couch were too many to count. It was the worst thing in the house for them: the stairs. Not Stella personally, she was a nice woman but the structure of the stairs… damn you architects.
“Join you?” Mac responded quickly, a bit surprised by your question. “Yes, upstairs.” You respond confidently. They shuddered excitedly at your changed demeanor, the blush on their face getting more visible by the second. “As much as I would love to, you know that it’s going to be a hassle to—“
You let go of their hand, soon standing up from your desk chair and finding yourself beside Mac. You lean over slightly, your fragrance overtaking their senses before they realize that your hand is slithering down to their lower back. “May I?” You ask softly. Mac’s face turns to your direction, your noses barely touching. “Are you sure?”
“Trust me.”
With that, Mac gives you a sure nod. You can’t lie to yourself and say you weren’t sweating nervously. You could feel the clothes clinging onto your back. Mac threw their arm over your shoulder and in a second, you lifted them up effortlessly.
You both had a shocked look plastered onto your faces. The office was still and quiet, only the sound you can hear was the sound of your heartbeat pounding against your own ears. “Woah. Dunk really had you training.” Mac broke the silence. You look down at them and excitedly plant a kiss on their forehead.
“You were my motivation.”
Being a romantic for a minute only took you so far. You carried Mac effortlessly through the room but that wheelchair was a pain in the ass. One minute it was stuck in the doorway, the next its wheel wasn’t turning and was dragging on the floor. Your arms flexed underneath Mac as you readjusted them on your chest. Their flustered face wasn’t determined if they enjoyed being in your arms or were embarrassed by their wheelchair not cooperating with you.
“Hey!” A familiar voice echoed through the dimmed hallway. You turn your head over your shoulders and find yourself looking at Dunk. “Glad I caught you in time. Just wanted to go over tomorrow’s workout, I have BIG things planned.”
As Dunk reached the two, his smile grew wider and the light of his eyes shined. He was so happy for you. He was so happy that you GAINED STRENGTH. “Woo!” His hand slapped on your back as he examined you, “I saw the progress but this really solidified the killer sets we’ve been doing. We knew not to say no to your inner athlete.”
Of course, he was glad you were doing this for your partner but he really was more into the fact that you looked at your prime. Dunk’s eyes found themselves on Mac, they both exchanged glances and quick waves. “These look great on you.” Dunk boosted happily, grabbing your flexed bicep and squeezing it with glee.
“I have to ask for more weights tomorrow.” You responded quickly, “Oh? I can’t say no to that. But, can I ask why?” Dunk tilted his head slightly. You quickly turned around and pointed at the wheelchair with your feet. “Noted. But lemme help you out, love to get a quick workout in before I sleep for the night.”
Before you and Mac could reassure him that there was no need, he lifted it above his head and adjusted it on his back. He did a quick squat with its weight with ease before letting out a quick ‘woo!’ “Oh, this has to be over 60 pounds. Let me get a feel for it and I’ll find out the exact weight for tomorrow.” “Be careful with it.” You bit your lip nervously. “I won’t drop it.” He responded, racing upstairs. You look at Mac and they seem completely fine with Dunk handling it.
Finally arriving at your bedroom, you thanked Dunk for his helping hand. “5am treadmill run?” He raised his eyebrow as you both fist bumped. You felt Mac’s arms clench more forcefully around your neck as you lifted them slightly to meet fists. Your eyes flickered down at them before at him once you readjusted, “I’d like to sleep in tomorrow.”
“Ah, gotcha.” He noticed your priorities and nodded understandably. “Goodnight you two.”
You turned on your heels and closed the door with your hip. Gently, you placed Mac on the edge of the bed, allowing their feet to feel the floor. You pressed a kiss against their cheek before departing so the two of you could get ready for bed. You placed comfortable clothing for them to choose beside them as you did your nightly routine.
You changed and once you returned, they were wearing that band t-shirt you loved. They looked much more relaxed than before. Especially in your clothes. Your heart swelled in happiness and love. You could get used to this view.
The lights were off, all but one. Your nightstand lamp on Mac’s side. You crawled on the side of your bed, leaning over them with dilated eyes. Their hand slithers up the side of your face, “As much as I miss you during your workouts, I have to say I love this look on you.” They grinned. You move your head slightly, kissing the palm of their hand. “With the numerous fanfic posted on the internet, I’m glad we finally get to experience what people usually read about.”
With quick motion, you grab their waist and bring them close to you. Chests touching and a gentle squeeze on their hip, you two basked in each other’s presences. Your eyes flicker down to their lips and Mac notices your soft plea. The softness of their lips against yours makes your body tense. You hold them carefully but firmly. You’re overjoyed by the new opportunities that you worked hard for. All that you’ve done was for them.
Mac broke the kiss and turned off the last light. Finding themselves in your arms once more. Normally, they would’ve popped up a screen and finish doing their usual task for the night but they felt so comfortable in this position with you. They wouldn’t dare ruin this moment.
You had already fallen asleep, mouth agape and your hand grasping onto the fabric of the shirt they wore. Mac sighed softly and placed their glasses on the stand before wrapping their arm around your shoulder. They planted a quick kiss on your chin before allowing themselves to dream for the night.
WHEWWW i’ve been through so much while writing this. hopped on grow a garden when i was finishing it up and just in time before i have dnd!
hope you enjoy and did your prompt justice ♥️ first time writing (serious) fanfic KINDA NERVOUS
Saw you were asking for prompts! Maybe one like the interactions in game where they talk about our underwear purchase? 🫣
when i saw this — i cannot lie, i giggled and then went back to youtube to hear this interaction again. mac wants this cookie BAD!
had a certain scenario in my head when trying to brainstorm , hopefully this feeds you mac lovers
SHOW ME
a mac ( date everything! ) x reader oneshot
word count: under 1k
suggestive content!
Mac is very confident of their admiration towards you.
They’re very upfront and blunt about their thoughts about you. Especially about the purchases you recently made.
You felt a bit embarrassed hearing that it “looks incredibly stylish” but what caught you off guard was that they admitted to thinking about you wearing it with a visible blush across their face. You felt your stomach twist and turn while your ears started to burn at their words.
Honestly, you were kinda a cheap person when it came to clothing necessities. Sure you tend to splurge your money on cool shirts and accessories but the undergarments were the last thing on your mind. No one was going to see if so why waste money when you can buy a five-pack that was at least 15 bucks.
You decided for a change. Why not? Why not feel good about myself! Who cares if no one was gonna see it! At least I’ll feel good, look good! That was before you had met Mac… and before you knew that they were able to look at your recently bought things. Now, you felt embarrassed about your purchase.
You smiled at them nervously with a flustered face, saying that you understand that they witness everything you do. Oh boy. You felt a bit guilty about the things they were forced to see and read whenever you were off the clock. Wow, is it getting hot in here? You tried your best to remain calm as Mac effortlessly changed the subject.
You stood in front of your mirror. Lifting the ends of your shirt as you began to twist your hips side to side. You had to admit that you did look pretty good in this. This made your usual underwear look like rags compared to this high quality material. As you continued to look at yourself, Mac slowly crept at the back of your mind. You felt your heart do a backflip as you heard their words once more, “imagining you in it really makes my cpu overheat…”
Quickly, you let go of the hems of your shirt and buttoned up your pants. These new glasses have been driving you insane lately. It was time to work, there was no time to daydream.
Once you arrived at your office, you greeted Mac as you sat down. They sat beside you, tinkering with their own mechanics as you started to do your job. Every now again, you catch yourself daydreaming about the conversation. Your eyes find themselves on Mac. Seeing their frowned expression and pouty lips made your heart jump.
You sighed and rubbed your eye after a long few hours, finally finishing up your to do list. As you begin to close tabs and unwind, you turn to Mac. Their eyes meet yours.
“You’ve been very productive today.” They nodded. “You never fail to amaze me. Seriously, your organization for today’s papers really did something to me.” They grinned, their face slightly flushed. Before they could continue, you didn’t think over your words before interrupting them, “They came in the mail.”
Mac’s eyes widened. At first, they didn’t understand until they remembered the email they had received last night about a package. “Do you want to see?” You ask once more. What the hell were you doing? You felt your head spinning, afraid they were going to be uncomfortable with your unusual behavior. You had no idea where this was coming from. Were you that desperate to get their attention?
Well, yes.
“Absolutely.” They responded, there was no hesitation to it. Which did something to you.
You slowly stood up. Shakily, your hand grabbed the ends of your shirt, lifting it up slightly as the other one gently tugged down at your waistband. Revealing a small piece of fabric to them.
“When I said I imagined you in them, I meant all of it.” Mac said softly, listening to your staggered breathing. You tugged them more before Mac’s hands found themselves on your waistband. “Allow me.” They waited for a sign and you gave them a firm nod.
Mac’s hand began to steadily unbutton and unzip your pants, gently pulling them down from your waist to expose yourself to them. You heard their breathing stop. “You look incredible.”
Your legs began to feel like jelly and your stomach was doing somersaults underneath their strong gaze. You were the one who made them hot and bothered, you were the one who caused them to feel these overwhelming emotions of lust. But this time, you took the hits.
Mac’s hand gently pressed against your stomach, forcefully lifting your shirt up more. They weren’t kidding when they say you cause them to overheat because you could really feel the heat of their skin. It grew warmer by the second. What really sent you over the moon was feeling a gentle kiss at your lower abdomen.
“You should really buy more from this brand.” They mutter, “I’ll find some and put them in your cart.”
All you could do was nod excitedly in agreement.
heh 🧍 hey guys… i got nothing to say except… #needdat
new note: woah!! this is popping off! if you want more suggestive like content, you can check out this headcanon post! -> mac 🖥️ part 4!
Hi, so what if,,,, Strong Reader x Mac🥹 because it would be sweet if the Reader just carries Mac and their wheelchair when they have to go down the stairs or something like that😚😚
AW CUTE!!
ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇʀᴏ - ᴍᴀᴄ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
Mac already knew you were so, so strong, even before the accident.
They observed you a lot of times: going through the office while cleaning, dealing with furniture and objects with care, moving them around without any effort while keeping the desk tidy and chasing every single grain of dust. It's something that made their processors purring and funny-reacting almost as much as your wonderful double clicking. Yeah.
Once awakened and got to know you better, Mac didn't skimp on compliments on how strong you are and how they enjoyed staring at you lifting this or that with not a drop of sweat included and always with a smile on your face, and kept on talking or watching you with starry eyes while you were busy on your duties around the room.
Then, it happens.
It's one of those days Mac feels in enough force to take a small walk around with the help of the crutches; it's early morning, you are nowhere to be found, presumably asleep like many of the other objects, and they are too bored to stay sit and wait for someone to come. What a better day to sneak into the kitchen and chat with the gang there, or to play something with Connie while listening to Keyes performing?
But they don't manage to reach the kitchen, or Connie. Maybe their feet fail them, maybe they don't coordinate the movements of the crutches with the legs...
... But, all of sudden, the floor is approaching fast. Really, reallyyyy fast. Too much to allow them to process what's going on and react.
Then, a pair of hands grabs them and stops the falling - and the ruin that would come after -, and Mac finds themselves with the head nearer to the ceiling than the ground... in your arms.
For the first time, they see you heavily breathing, lips parted in a silent scream; a moment of silence stretches between you two, eyes locked, their hands clutching your shoulders and yours slightly trembling - not for the physical effort... but for the terror of what could have happened.
"... Are you fine, Mac?" "AAAAAH I KNEW YOU WERE MY HERO!"
Both of you speak at the same time, different tones and reactions; then stare at each other in silence again, and a smile crosses your faces.
"... I suppose you are fine, then" you whisper, before adjusting their weight in your arms and holding them closer to your chest. "Where was my favorite genius headed? Your knight is here to serve you, Your Highness."
You manage to ease the moment cracking a joke, and Mac answers with the same tune, the falling already forgotten and left behind like a bad dream. Being in your arms heals and sends away every fear they could have from now on.
Guess what: you already were their soft weakness, but now their love for you burns even brighter, like their face when you enter the office and they are suddenly ready for a trip around the house.
You don't have to ask: their arms are stretched out for you the moment you step in... and how can you not melt at the sight of their adorable, giant smile and puppy eyes as they wait for you to lift them? It's a pull too irresistible, you must give in.
"Yeeessss! Princess carrying!!!"
They simply love the sensation of having their feet free to move, their arms wrapped around your neck and their giggle audible from miles away; their speech increases in speed by how excited they get - to stay with you, to be seen with you, for everything -, and they have the moment of their life everytime they can hear your heartbeat under the fingers. In exchange, the softness and heat of their body is almost additing, dangerous...
"What about a tour in your private rooms... for scientific purposes, of course!"
However, when you are carrying them around for some time, Mac genuinely asks if you want to rest a bit. You proved yourself more than worthy of their praise, no need to hurt yourself for them!
For this, when you are taking somewhere not only them, but also their wheelchair, they don't stop a second in asking if you are fine, if you need to take a moment of rest, if your arms hurt and so on.
You called it upon yourself, but let's be honest here, nobody thinks you will complain that much.
And when you help them return to and sit on their wheelchair, it’s another chapter of your day together: the moment when they put on their glasses and start an invisible engine with their voice, and you run and push the entire wheelchair (and them) on the circuit of your own house, much to Mac unadulterated joy and among the baffled stares and comments of the other Dateables.
Guess who is scolded by both Celia and Dorian, after.
heyy!! just wanted to preface by saying i absolutely adore your mac fics, the writing is amazing and omfg i love it SOO much
im really curious about your mac hcs, whether its sfw, nsfw or random asf
i am extremely late to this ask (and the many other ones) but i feel like i should start by answering these to help me continue being active. so sorry for the late response and i hope you’re still apart of the mac nation ♥️ (once you’re in, u can never leave)
thank you so much! i feel a bit silly rereading them now but i’m so grateful that it brought a lot of people together and allowed me to fully branch out to the fanfic writing side of a fandom.. hehe.
mostly all of my HCs of mac are in my intro post (right here! for those who haven’t read them yet)
but i have been thinking about some after resurfacing back to the community!!
i believe that mac would love to go shopping in thrift stores once they are realized.
mac was everything, mac held new and vintage items in their catalog and because of your pinterest boards of clothing that had caught your interest, they found a liking for fun shirts.
fun shirts? you know exactly what i’m referring to.
gag shirts that were donated to the local thrift store.
you need a shirt with a very outdated meme? oh how about a shirt with a cat holding a popsicle celebrating the forth of july? ohhh no, what about an extremely long paragraph about fishing on the back?
mac would 100% wear those choking hazard shirts around the house.
at least you have a lifetime supply of these hilarious shirts from your very whimsical partner.
honestly, not much of a music person.
mac is many things but music doesn’t really seem to be one of them. they love listening to audio books, documentaries, you, and other audios that have someone speaking rather than singing.
but if they were to listen to a genre… r&b 100%. specifically older songs.
they adore you. love you. cherish you. and whenever you’re gone, they tend to miss you a lot. and to express that love, they wind down and listen to music that explains exactly what they adore about you and what they would love to do with you.
mac loves those alien guys.
especially the plushies of them. the neon green fur and their pitch dark eyes just feel like they reminisce mac’s personality.
they carry a lot of random items in their back along with very necessary stuff for everyday needs.
mostly things of yours — a headband, a hair tie, a hair clip, your earbuds, maybe a small plush that resembles Roni. The small things to remind them that you’re always around even when you’re not here physically.
but they definitely carry a portable fan.
they run extremely hot and always have to cool down.
another reason why they’re mostly attracted to more cold food and drinks.
they would 100% have a phone that also works as a wallet. the soft plap of the cover closing the phone satisfies them.
probably known, but they’re an incredibly great artist. they don’t draw as much compared to their research endeavors but when they draw/paint, it is out of the world.
sends you cute emoticons whenever you’re away from your desk.
they have a great jacket collection.
more leather jackets than anything, but the diversity is there.
wears hella jewelry, especially rings, but they have to neatly place them on the desk when they have to work on projects. the feel of them on their moving fingers tend to bother them a lot when typing.
i might come back and reedit most of this. but ohhh my gosh, i miss mac so so much. i was looking at some fanart and their official art.. they’re so cute when they pout: ☹️.
♬ You (with Phoenicia's help) teach Rainey how to use a smartphone and text so you can share cute messages throughout the day 🥰 she uses a lot of complete sentences but also a lot of punctuation. Sends things like "Missin' you, darling!!! You better get over here for a kiss as soon as you get home..." "Now WHY does Doug insist on sneaking up on people like that?" "Tell Zoey she's invited to the party, too, alright? Thank you, my love." "Well, I happen to think you look like the cat's pajamas in that get-up! 😘 If you find your way over here I'll show you just how much!!"
♬ One of her favorite moves (and definitely yours, too) is when she takes her boa off and puts it around you, pulling you in for a kiss or three! You're trapped and all, but no one needs to save you—you're right where you want to be.
♬ You'll often be sitting with your work, book, or game, just enjoying your time with your girlfriend by your side. You become used to doing all your favorite things with the soundtrack of Rainey softly singing under her breath as she cleans or does her own tasks. The sweetest parallel play!
♬ When she gets excited she'll grab you by the waist or shoulders and twirl you around!
♬ I’m sorry to tell you this (no I’m not), but you’re going to start picking up 1920’s slang. You will start calling it necking and saying what a swinging party this is and talking about the hooch. Rainey has just gotten under your skin, what can we say 😉
♬ Your absolute hype woman when you go shopping. “Girl/boy/honey, if you don’t look cute as a button! …You’re not sure? Are you not seeing that sexy thing in the mirror?” “That shirt is your color! Ooh, I think I saw the perfect hat too, can I go get it?” “Do you feel good in it? You do? Then don’t worry what anyone else says! Although I will say, I think you’re quite the sight in it myself.”
♬ You’re the first to hear every song she writes, even if she suddenly gets quiet and her eyes don’t meet yours, even if your hand cups her cheek to lock eyes and warmth pools against your palm. Rainey may feel shy sharing this part of herself sometimes but there is not another soul on this earth she will workshop a vulnerable song too and when your eyes shine on her with pride it’ll all be worth it. Relief floods her smile as she falls into your arms, knowing you’d never judge her.
♬ If you don’t know how to dance get ready to have a personal instructor! Your sweetheart would never get mad if you step on her toes—not that she won’t say anything—and she’ll do every move with you again and again until you’re whooshing across the dance floor!
♬ If you do know how to dance or are at least confident in one style, Rainey would love for you guys to learn a new type of dance together! Maybe you know swing already but you don’t know every move of the tango. Maybe you grew up on salsa but Rainey wants to do some romantic waltzing. You may be able to teach her the bachata but neither of you have done hip hop! The possibilities are endless just as the fun you two have!
♬ Rainey will tell you again and again: she won’t quit on you. Even at your lowest, if depression is getting you and you don’t think you deserve her right then, something horrible has happened and the guilt of not dealing with it well quite yet is striking you, whatever it is, your girlfriend will tell you every day if she has to that you stuck up for her and she will fight for you the same way. To the end of her days, she’s yours and she knows who you really are. The person she loves, she adds softly, stroking over your hair as you relax just a tiny bit further into her arms.
♬ Vinyl shopping! Record stores are another favorite date. There’s something so cute and intimate about getting to be the one to place headphones gently over your ears, respond to your dance moves the best she can when she can’t hear what you hear, challenge you each to find a song that reminds you of your relationship and smile into the embrace when you both end up coming back having picked the same one. Your collection of records is getting so big you invest in another shelf and even hang some on the walls, an assortment ranging from Ella Fitzgerald to your favorite indie artist Rainey hadn’t heard of to an Ozzy Osbourne title you and Bodhi bonded over too!
♬ That Archie and Veronica meme where she’s asking if he’s bored of the kiss-proof lipstick test and he’s having the time of his life? Yeah, that’s Rainey and you respectively 😌
♬ Rainey loves leaning in and whispering things in your ear just to see your reaction, grinning like the gorgeous little devil she is if she can see a flush on your cheeks or feel your pulse rise when she rests her hand gently against your neck.
♬ Another thing she would really enjoy if you're down is getting your nails done together, especially getting matching sets or designs! If you're not one for anything flashy even just getting a solid complementary color would make Rainey really happy.
♬ Has a cute little habit of tugging your coat around you tighter when you go out together.
♬ Early in your relationship, Rainey is shy with saying she loves you out loud, but as time goes by she's willing to shout it out even over the crowds of your famous parties!
What, you thought your resident goth wasn’t gonna do our resident emo? 🤡
Warnings: suggestive comments
✯ Of course he's still going to call you Penumbra! Unless there's something you prefer more...
✯ Skips absolutely loves taking pictures with you! If you don't like them he won't post them, but if you are ok with it his favorite selfie of yours becomes his profile picture on every social media platform and, of course, his lockscreen too.
✯ Matching jewelry! Bracelets especially. Skips makes those little rubber loom bracelets in your favorite colors so you can wear each other’s representative scheme. Bracelets or necklaces with each other’s names! If you have any piercings, matching piercings too. Lip rings that represent each other if you’re down, a little piece of you always hanging on the other’s mouth 👀
✯ Enjoy roleplaying as he does, Skips really gets into trying TTRPGs like Dungeons and Dragons with you and you guys’ friends. You and Chance tease him about being a nerd now and he grins and shakes his head fondly but does not deny it. Plays a lot of shadowy characters like rogues, warlocks, or even Drow or Tieflings with dark magic ancestors!
✯ Caresses your cheek, tracing your bone structure before pulling you into a kiss.
✯ With your permission, Skips would really enjoy drawing or painting on your skin, lips rising at the way you shudder beneath the cold paint and how you giggle and shake your head when he paints the ‘cool S’ on your wrist and black hearts on his favorite parts of your body. He’ll write encouraging and hyping phrases on you as well as meaningful song lyrics.
✯ If you’ve never heard the emo classics, you will know them by heart! Soon you’re walking around humming My Chemical Romance, having your favorite Fall Out Boy song looping in your head, and even adding that one AFI song to your playlist. When did you memorize all the lyrics to your boyfriend’s favorite Simple Plan hit?
✯ It won’t take long for you to notice how big and shy yet proudly Skips smiles whenever you tug his hips into yours by his studded belt.
✯ Of course Skips gets you flowers! But flowers die, he asserts, so his gifts to you will be pressed flowers, often lain against your favorite lyrics, or pendants and decorations featuring preserved blossoms that won’t ever die, just like his love for you.
✯ One of his favorite activities to do with you is painting each other’s nails, even if you only have a small window to keep them that way! Skips holds your hand so gently, shaking a bit as he slowly swipes polish over every nail. He beams when you take his hand as if it was the first time you’d ever held hands— he always does. Painting each other’s initials suddenly in, having opposite alternating colors to match, doing character themed nails that are couples or couple coded like Jack and Sally, Kuromi and My Melody, or Chucky and Tiffany.
✯ Skips wishes he could take his old form whenever you’re confronted— as it is he’ll always step in front of you and defend you, remembering the strength and confidence of that persona for your sake and letting that bleed into bold words that you shouldn’t be spoken to like that.
✯ Always gives you his hoodie or jacket whenever you’re cold or drapes it over you in unexpected rain, lamenting his hair but not losing his smile when the relief crosses your face.
✯ PLEASE do that chapstick taste test challenge with him! Skips’ll be all heart eyes every time you lean in, only letting his eyelashes flutter shut at the very last minute out of watching you lovingly. Tells you he can’t taste it and you need to do it again with, like, every flavor. Let him have it, he loves you!
✯ Lives for the surprised parting of your lips whenever he slides his tongue along their seam, parting them for entrance and pressing the chill of his new snake bites deeper into your awaiting mouth.
✯ So good at pretty much all forms of aftercare: that kind as well as simply helping you if you get tattoos or piercings, reminding you to use all the recommended products, gently helping you apply them himself, and covering you up from the sun if need be. His touch is gentle when his hands or lips hover over sore skin.
✯ Your bed is going to be COVERED with all the plushies Skips buys you. Just saying. There’s no escape 😌
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⌨ "Wanna ride?" Always accompanying a wink, this is one of Mac's favorite lines. They usually use it to invite you onto their lap so they can push you around, especially up and down a ramp if you guys are feeling silly, but hey...it can mean other things ;)
⌨ One of the first gifts Mac gets you? A USB drive full of all the self-insert fanfiction you'd been so kind as to delete and make room for. They made a backup for you AND offer to help you write more. They read it, not on purpose or anything...but there are some tropes they notice you like and a date you seem to be dreaming of. "Care to reenact any of it?"
⌨ Can listen to you talk about any hyperfixations or study subjects for hourssssss! After all, spending so much time with Mac even indirectly to read up on and watch content of these things, your partner has developed an interest too. Hearing it in your voice, though? That makes anything and everything better. "Don't ever think I get tired of listening to you."
⌨ Constantly hyping you up and lavishing compliments on you, telling you how amazing you look. The way spending time with you always feels like rest. How knowledgeable about interesting things you are. That you were company more consistent than anyone for years and Mac doesn't want to take that for granted.
⌨ One of your favorite dates in the world was the day you sat and sprawled and stretched along the floor of your house, cutting, gluing, and painting cardboard. Filling a little plastic trough with safe foam balls. Adding little enrichment toys and snacks until you and Mac have built a sprawling labyrinth of entertainment to watch Roni run through, joyously discovering every little treat and detail you've made for him! His little nose twitches as he looks up to you and your partner with moist, dark eyes you both coo at, perceiving gratitude and gushing over the little 'family portrait' Mac painted on one of the cardboard walls of the three of you.
⌨ Sometimes you'll catch Mac going a little slack-jawed while you're talking to them, cheeks reddening. If you acknowledge, you'll be met with a "Can I kiss you?"
⌨ Texts you using a lot of reaction images like this:
They’ve just gotten really fond of silly internet shitposts being such a part of it and love ones involving animals! Mac also flirts with you or opens conversations occasionally with
Just to make you laugh! You two quote Bee Movie more than is probably healthy tbh, shared lover brainrot <3333
⌨ In a role reversal you can't help but love, Mac will sit on your lap while you game, getting really excited at your every success whether it's a battle royale kill or a new town hall bundle in Stardew Valley. Winds their arms tighter around your waist and presses a kiss to your cheek to celebrate those moments. Nuzzles your neck while they are there availed of the opportunity and absolutely loves it when you wear perfume/cologne/body spray.
⌨ May also use your frequent lap-sitting to catch you off guard with tickles >:3 don't worry, they stop if you ask and make it up to you with kisses or cuddles too!
⌨ Gasps and makes grabby hands at you whenever you show them outfits, even when you look shy...no, especially when you look shy about what you're wearing! If you ever show them lingerie you best believe their jaw is dropping and they're dramatically lowering their glasses trying to look flirty despite their beet-red face. Ya like jazz
⌨ Even if you don't need it, Mac has the habit of writing down and storing all your passwords, keeping your schedule, and leaving out snacks and drinks for you. They know you're an adult who can take care of yourself, but if they can make your life easier that's an opportunity well worth taking 🫶🏻
⌨ Honestly? They love it if you idly draw on them, especially when you add little faces and/or ears to the zeroes on their left arm binary code sleeve 😌
⌨ You KNOW Mac is going to get you one of those star map necklaces that show the position of the cosmos the exact date you met. Face to face, of course, Dateviators on so you could both see the real you. One of the days that you both felt the most alive commemorated and worn close to your heart forever.
⌨ Being acts of service focused, Mac insists on care dates like spa times and—their personal favorite—massage nights. Laying you down, slowly taking their time and feeling tension melt away beneath their hands. Your hands work wonders on them and this is payback. Not to mention, frankly? Your posture is terrible and they will get on you about it. Lovingly, of course. They shut ip the moment your hands sprawl across their bare back, though, working gently down to their calves especially if they’ve had a long ambulatory day.
⌨ That 'do they melt into your kiss?' trend? My GOD does Mac melt into your kisses. They're putty instantly, hands latching onto your waist or slinging around your neck as their lips part, savoring yours oh so slowly.
⌨ "Here, hold this." It's a fifty-fifty chance if Mac just spreads out their fingers, enveloping and intertwining your hands, or places Roni on your palm with the epitome of the :3 face. What can you say, you love this nerd more than life itself.
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Can you write for like all the datesbles in date everything x a dancer reader/ who is a stripper?
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Airyn | Amir | Bobby Pen | Chance | Curt & Rod | Daisuke | Dorian | Drysdale | Eddie & Volt | Farya I Harper | Hector | Keyes | Koa | Kopi | Lyric | Mateo | Memoria | Miranda | Parker | Reggie | River I Skips | Winnifred | Zoey
Airyn:
She loves to watch you dance. With or without clothes, it matters not to her. The expression of yourself is something she adores to witness. If it’s in your home, that’s great. If you’re making money? Go get it! You look sexy while you’re doing it and she will tell you as such. She has a habit of giving you feedback on what her favorite parts were if you’re using your dance for seductive purposes so you’re never left wondering how exactly to win her over. Although that’s not her intent with telling you this. She just wants to express her admiration.
Amir:
He commits everything to memory. Every curve and stretch of your body is something he follows with his eyes. He’s absolutely enthralled and captivated by you every single time he sees you but especially when you move so fluidly. If you ever offer him a dance, he’s grabbing a mirror so he can watch you from every single angle.
Bobby Pen:
Flustered. So very flustered but they’re trying to pretend that they’re not. They try so hard to keep their eyes on you but they keep darting away. Hands are hovering and they don’t know what to do if you offer them a dance. They just sit there awkwardly, looking the other way, with their hands balled up in fists at their sides.
Chance:
Is convinced at first that you’re just messing with him when you offer him a dance. Then he realizes your serious. It completely goes over his head that you’re flirting with him and he tries to give you money at the end. He’s 100% thinking that you’re just doing what you do for your job, roleplaying that you like someone, and you don’t actually like him. Once he realizes otherwise though, he begins to get more confident. Especially when he sees you practicing. He’ll come up behind you and wrap his arms around you loosely, giving you time to move away before he starts grinding against your ass. His grip tightens.
Curt & Rod:
Absolutely throwing some playful shade at people who are throwing their money your way while simultaneously being people who throw money your way. Standing to the side, whispering to one another while they watch you about how talented you are.
Daisuke:
He writes poetry about the ways in which you move. He’s absolutely going to be there in a heartbeat while you’re practicing if you need someone to spot you. When he’s realized, with his particular line of work he falls in and the way yours has you, the two of you may even end up sitting for hours on end together while being drawn.
Dorian:
He’s less watching you and more watching everyone else who’s eyes are on you. Assessing for threats and drunkers who may have wandering hands. There are times though where he’ll glance your way and his eyes will soften. Do expect trap Dorian to make a suggestion for a private show once maybe.
Drysdale:
He’s watching with the eyes of a fellow artist. He’s taking in your technique and style. He’ll compliment you on it in ways only someone who understand can. Once he’s realized, he may even ask you for advice on how to dance in this particular way or maybe it came up before then. If he’s in a good mood, he may even agree to doing a duet with you.
Eddie & Volt:
Expect to be asked by Volt, even just teasingly, to preform at the club. If you say yes. He’s going to short circuit. Him and Eddie both. Volt will be glued down to his seat the entire time. Eddie will be half heartedly attending to people, eyes flitting between drinks and you. Both absolutely in awe of you. You’re open to preform there any time.
Farya:
She will absolutely watch you practice. She may even be tempted to touch you when you stretch and bend, wanting to feel how your body moves like it does. She’s not the biggest fan of watching you work but the art in and of itself is something she does admire. It’s not that she has a problem with what you do, she just doesn’t like how while you’re working you’re seen less as a person sometimes and more like an object so she’d much rather just watch you as you practice.
Harper:
She is there every single night. Watching you and you better make eye contact with her or blow her a kiss at least once. That’s all she wants in order to relax. A lot of conversations about how this is just your job and something you do for money. It’s not even that she’s worried about you cheating. Her accusing Dirk was less about a fear of him cheating and just of him leaving. She knows better now. She just doesn’t like the way that some people look at you. They don’t look at you the way she does with adoration and affection.
Hector:
Oh, how he adores to watch you. It’s one of his favorite things. To see you so free and expressive without having to fear about himself speaking or doing something wrong. All he has to do is bask in the glory that is you. It’s perfection.
Keyes:
Expect songs composed for you based upon your movement. It’s sped and flow, the way in which you move your hands and hips, your breath’s changes as you go through different motions and the stretch of your muscles. All of these will be included in the songs she composes about you. If you dance to them, she will be enraptured but not once does she miss a single note.
Koa:
Watching you is the epitome of beauty to him. He simply sits and stares, utterly entranced by you. Resting his chin on his hand and watching you with warm eyes.
Kopi:
Oh, she is blushing. Her eyes are flickering between you and what she’s doing, completely and utterly unfocused on what’s in her hands. If you offer her a dance, she is stumbling her way through explaining how she just likes to watch you. She does also like to listen to you explain the intricacies of each little detail.
Lyric:
Writings cannot accurately capture the delicateness of each curve, sway, and dip you do. Each is a feat he enjoys to watch. He’s looking and watching, utterly entranced, knowing there is not a way to describe with words the grace, beauty, and sensuality of which you possess.
Mateo:
When you practice, some of the inanimals are at your feet, trying to trio you up accidentally as they vie for your attention. He tried to keep them away from you at first but when you assured him they were alright and you enjoyed spending time with them while honing your craft, he let them be. He adores seeing the way you expertly avoid stepping on them and sometimes pet them with a hand or a foot while you move.
Memoria:
A glass of wine in one hand is almost a must when she watches you, only because she loves you you’ll pluck it from her and set it down right before moving to hover above her. It gives you a reason to be in her space.
Miranda:
Will you dance with her at one of her shows? Yes, she is absolutely getting distracted but if anything it makes her hit her notes better and adds a breathy note to her voice that people seem to adore. A very attractive aspect of her live shows to her audience.
Parker:
We’ve seen how this man gets about his own body. But yours? Oh, he has no reserves about that. Watching you move is something he makes no effort to hide how much he enjoys. He may even come up to you and make a comment about how with so much skin exposed, he’s tempted to bite it so people know you’re taken. chomp chomp
Reggie:
He hates watching people lust after you and one should know how he feels when he’s hateful. Whispering some things that may be degrading, just a bit. Okay, probably a lot. But when it’s just the two of you? You get back at him by throwing your clothes at his face and oh, how he hates that too.
River:
The back and forth with the grace, bends, swoops, dips, and twirls all remind her of well, herself. So very fluid. She craves to compliment you and may even ask if you’d teach her some of the basics. It makes her feel empowered to be in control of the flow of her body. With your hands occasionally guiding her? Well, it makes it all the more special.
Skips:
Honestly, at first it made him insecure. You had so many people fawning at you day after day. Why would you have any reason to come back to him? Then he’d begin to truly watch you (not everyone looking but you) and realize how your eyes closed during your performances. You weren’t paying attention to them but the feel of your body in the darkness your eyes could give you. He felt better after that realization.
Winnifred:
Oh, she loves to watch you work. Seeing you flirt and get flirted back with fills her heart. It warms her to know just how desired you are not just by her but by others as well.
Zoey:
She’s more of a disco girl, personally, but she understands the appeal when she sees you dance for the first time. It’s much softer and more slow than the fast past and sometimes jerky movements of the disco and she appreciates how it gives time to truly admire your features you put on display. She’d never ask or expect but she would shower you with compliments every time she saw you dance.
NSFW HC'S— The Hanks, Amir & Abel x GN!Reader (MDNI)
A/N: This took…so much out of me, but I think this is one of my best works up to date, so I'm kind of okay with that. I'll probably go into hibernation after this lmao, enjoy! Sorry for any mistakes as English isn't my first language:]
WC: 5.3K
The Hanks
Hank #3 and Hank #1 are most likely to initiate sex, they are more open about things like that however Hank #5 is close to them, he might be a sweetheart, but he is a freak under all of that sweet demeanor.
They prefer to have sex with you as a group, they do everything together and that includes you. They all agree that filling up every single hole you have as they ruin you for any other object in the house as they stuff you full of their cum is pretty hot.
There’s going to be two of their cocks in one hole whether you’re AFAB or AMAB, one Hank will always be by your hole; his tongue licking and prodding at your hole as the sensations reach the Hank’s dicks that are pounding you so good you’ve never felt so full in your life. Whenever his tongue brushes against their cocks, a cacophony of moans will fill the room, mixing with your own.
The foreplay consists of them encircling you like hungry hyenas, you’re on Hank #1’s lap as Hank #4 can’t keep his mouth off of yours, his tongue dipping into your mouth as he moans with every kiss makes your head spin. Hank #1 grinding onto you, Hank #3 messing with the hem of your pajamas as his other hand teases your sex through the fabric, biting his lower lip with a quiet whimper when he feels your arousal. Hank #2 and Hank #5’s mouths are usually on each of your nipples, or Hank #5 is sucking marks on your neck. When you close your eyes, it feels like the mouths and hands of only one person, like you’re being handled by something beyond you as their hands play with you just right to make you all obedient and ready for them.
Your mouth, ass and/or cunt will be filled with cum, so much of it that it’s been dripping as they fuck into you, mixing with their own. It gets so messy that none of them can tell who’s cum that’s dripping out of your puffy lips. Sometimes, one Hank, typically Hank #2 gets you on his lap, forces your legs to spread —their strength will always make your brain short circuit— by gripping your thighs as Hank #4 fucks into you while whining and moaning breathlessly about how fucking good you take it, even as he’s so deep that he can feel every vein of his dick dragging in and out as he moves his hips. Hank #4 dirty talks without even meaning to, he’ll cum down your throat, “Fuck— you take it like your throat was made to take my dick, baby,” he’ll pin you down on the mattress, his hand keeping your head down as he arches your back with another so to have your ass flush against his pelvis, “Look at you, your hole’s practically begging for me to fill it ‘till it gushes out cum every,” thrust, “time”, thrust, “I fuck into you, so fucking gorgeous.” He can really lose himself in all the action sometimes, gets red in the face if you mention it to him after sex.
Sex with them, especially if you’re the one being penetrated, can get pretty intense with all of them except Hank #2. Hank #1 loves taking you from behind, he’ll make you arch into him by pulling you towards him with a grip on your elbows, his thrusts don’t really have a set rhythm; he fucks like he’s using you to get off. Hank #2 is more gentle, but he gets deep. He wants you to feel every drag, every drop of pre-cum, every vein as he thrusts slow but deep; hitting that sweet spot every time without fail as he watches you come undone under him with a flushed face. Hank #3 is more of a bottom, but he does like it when you ride him, he likes it fast and rough though— he wants you to make his cock hurt with how tight you’re squeezing him, how hard you’re slamming down on his pelvis as he cries out your name and claws the sheets in pure ecstasy. Hank #4 fucks fast but deep as well, he usually holds you down with one hand, he especially likes to hold you down as he puts a pillow under your hips; so you can feel everything even more as he’s holding you down with his hand on your stomach while fucking you. Hank #5 tries to be gentle and slow at first, but he really can’t help himself with how cute you’re moaning for him to go faster; so, he does. He holds you with a hug to ground himself as his hips piston his dick into your hole so deep you feel breathless with every single thrust, your nails dragging down his back as he hisses at the sensation, and you feel his hips stutter. They all cum inside you no matter what, just want to see how good they fucked you, how much of their cum you took, Hank #4 especially likes to press down on your stomach or finger your hole ‘till you cum again to see how good he filled you up.
Hank #3 and, #4 love giving you head.
AMAB: Hank #3 gets so turned on when you just put your dick on his face and watch how pretty he looks like that. He tries his best to take it in one go, but his gag reflexes still need a bit of work, so he just lets you set the pace and fuck his mouth instead. He moans so many times around your cock as you’re fucking into his mouth, his hands are either gripping your thighs or jerking himself off, he gets so turned on by being used by you, he can cum hands free just by the feeling of your cum going down his throat. He loves sucking on the tip the most, watching you with half lidded eyes as your hips buck up while you moan helplessly for him to just, “stop—fuck—teasing!” He just wants to watch you cum just from your tip being sucked, and your balls fondled, is that too much to ask?
Hank #4 just loves how easy you’re to ruin when he’s got your dick in his mouth. He licks along a vein as he moans about how good your cock feels on his tongue, makes a ring with his thumb and index finger around your tip as he sucks on your balls and fondles them with his other hand. He can take you in his mouth in one go, no problem. He will always make sure you cum in his mouth by having a grip on your ass with both hands and pushing you further down his throat. Moaning like a whore as you cum inside his mouth, his eyes roll back a little before he closes them and shivers, your sounds and the sensation of your cock throbbing and twitching against his cock has him so close to the edge he wants to touch himself as soon as he can— make you open your mouth as he cums on your face and makes you catch any stray droplets of cum.
AFAB: Hank #3 is an amazing pussy eater. He’s a little sloppy, but his eagerness makes up for it big time. Shockingly, or maybe not so shockingly, he has no trouble finding your clit. In fact, his mouth never leaves it. He’ll suck on it non-stop, moaning into it as it throbs against his tongue as his fingers are busy fucking your hole. When he does eat you out properly, his tongue inside you, pushing his face as close as he can, grinding his tongue down inside you; his hold on your thighs tight as he eats you out loudly. The sounds your cunt makes as you get wetter and wetter because of him is fucking heaven to his ears, poor thing can’t help but rut his hips down on the floor or the bed as you’re moaning and grinding your cunt down on his face; you taste so fucking good his nerves feel fried.
Hank #4 prefers to use his fingers more. Not that he doesn’t enjoy how good you moan as he buries his head in your cunt, fucking you with his tongue or using his tongue to taste every single drop of slick coming out of your hole, no— he just simply enjoys how you melt around his fingers. The way you arch off of the bed as he curls his fingers inside you just right, the way your toes curl as a wanton moan slips out from your gorgeous lips; it makes his dick so hard he can feel the blood rushing to it. He’ll make you cum around his fingers, “You look so cute like that, makes me wanna ruin you even more…”, he speeds the pace of his fingers as the thumb on his other hand keeps circling and rubbing your clit at the same time, watches you cum with pure want painted across his expression. Yes, he sucks your cum off his fingers and makes you watch.
Hank #1, #5 and, #2 love getting sucked off.
Hank #1 usually prefers to fuck your mouth. How you look mouth stuffed with his cock is the one he has wet dreams about damn near every night. His cock twitches and pumps out even more cum down your throat when he notices his cum is dripping from your chin. Very loud moaner, proud of it too. He does lose himself in it sometimes but if he feels you tapping his thighs he immediately stops, he cares a lot, your mouth just feels like heaven taking his dick. Taps your mouth if you don’t open up to show how good he ruined your tongue, he wants to see how good his cum looks on you, duh.
Hank #5 is so shy about it at the start. Will hide his face with his arm, moaning softly as he can’t help the way his hips buck when you suck on his tip, his moans are so breathless. If you want him to take that arm off of his face and look at you with a flushed face, take him in one go and give his balls a squeeze, he’ll whine your name in surprise and look down at you— his dick throbbing against your tongue when he does so. Will snap his hips up just to hear you choke a little, act innocent when you throw him a look, and whine out when you slap his thigh.
Hank #2 will be very worried about it at first, what if you don’t like how it feels in your mouth? What if he’s not the size you want? What if he cums so fast he embarrasses himself and never shows his face to you again? You reassure him that all you want to do is make him cum down your throat, from then he’s easier to convince. He can’t look away, the way you use your tongue has him flushed all over, biting his lips as he wills his hips to stay in place as you stroke his base and suck on his tip; will let out a moan so whorish you’ll look up at him in surprise. From then, he’ll have a hand over his mouth, but he can’t help the way he moans out your name when he’s so close, and you don’t stop the way your hands are fondling his balls and your head bobbing up and down on his cock— it’s too much, and it’s everything he wants.
Sometimes they’ll take turns watching as one of them fucks into you, all four of them so flustered yet too horny to look away as the other Hank is pounding into you, the way you groan and grind down even harder on his cock as you look over to them just— it’s so hard to not pounce on you. They all shout excitedly for him to cum inside you, they’re freaks in the way that when only one of them is fucking you their mouths will not stop:
“Look how good they’re taking you”,
“Fuck, they look so good all fucked out like that”,
“I can't wait 'till it’s gushing out of them”, etc.
Hank #1 thrusting into Hank #5 as he’ fucking into you, both you and #5 whining out when #1 pulls #5’s hair and starts pounding him, #5’s dick going even deeper inside of you as you wrap your arms around him, moaning into his neck as you feel his dick twitch inside you; already dripping pre-cum. Hank #1 bites his bottom lip as he groans, “You both look fucking gorgeous down there.”
Two or even three of them latching their mouths on your sex, just vying for a single lick as the rest of them are either making out with you or overstimulating your nipples. They love playing with you when you’re all helpless and pliant.
They blindfold you, take turns on either inside your mouth or inside your hole and make you guess which Hank it is, guess correctly, and you’re getting fucked with an inch of your life. If you fail…well, they’ve got ample time to make you memorize each vein, each tip and taste of them properly.
They love using the blindfold on you, it leaves you so adorably helpless against their antics. The way you shiver and twitch off of their touch when one of them joins in after another, it feels like one person's hands with how quiet they’re being just to soak up every little sound and reaction out of you. When one of their hands is cold, and they shove it down your pajamas, you moan quite loud, they found out.
Hank #1 holding you up by linking his arms under your knees as your back is pressed against his chest, hovering as he carries you like you weigh nothing at all. Hank #4 grips your ass, both of their cocks in one hole as a cacophony of moans fills the room, both of them going deep and hard, fucking you dumb as they use you like a rag doll.
When they inevitably get cum all over their thighs, their dicks soaked with it, usually you and Hank#3 are the ones that suck them off and lick them clean.
They fuck each other while fantasizing about all the times they’ve ruined you before, they’ll be deep in each other's asses or mouths whinging your name. Hank #4 and Hank #3 often get so worked up just thinking about you, the way they played with you last night or even last week and jerk each other off, telling each other how gorgeous you look as you took 2 dicks inside you, as ground down on their dicks like you were desperate for them to fill you up.
Aftercare is the best you’ll ever receive. Hank #1 and Hank #5 are typically the more ‘sober’ ones so, they either tell the others what to do as they clean you up and give you water, or they just take care of everyone themselves. Cuddles are so comforting and welcome with them, that many bodies against each other gets so soft you just melt. Two on the either side of your body, two hugging each leg and one of them with their head on your pelvis, it’s very comforting, but if you get overwhelmed they’ll always arrange a cuddle pile the way you want them to! 10000000000/10.
Amir
Only initiates if he thinks you want it too, his libido isn’t that high so you’ll be initiating most of the time and almost always he’s down for it. He’ll never pressure you into it, he isn’t a sore loser and doesn’t take a no as a personal attack, he just smoothly proposes another activity you’d be more willing to do. Absolute gentleman.
The best body worshipper, he leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses starting from your neck to your sex in a slow but tantalizing pace as he never breaks eye contact with you. His lips are so soft, they kiss you so gently; as if he’s memorizing every curve and crevice of your body. Every arch, every shiver, every shake, every breath and every sound you make is sacred to him, he memorizes them like it’s the last time he’ll ever see, hear and feel you.
He has… sometimes masturbated in the rare occasion that you look at yourself in the mirror while being fully naked. He really couldn’t help himself, the way the sun was hitting your body and making your skin glow so ethereally had his dick standing up to attention in no time. His fingers trembling as you turn around to get a good look at your ass, his dick throbbing in his grip as he watches you just standing there and striking a few poses to see if you look good and oh, gods— of course, of course you do.
When he’s giving you head, tangle your fingers in his hair and pull on it, he’s so into it.
AMAB: Pull his hair and shove your cock down his throat in one go, make him choke on it a little and watch him melt under you with a moan around your cock. Have his hair in a grip with your fist as you fuck his mouth, the pain on his scalp makes him throb inside the fabric of his underwear.
AFAB: Pull his hair to grind your cunt down on his face, he’ll whine into your folds and his tongue will get even more desperate to taste every inch of you. Sit on his face and use his head as an anchor, dig your nails in his scalp as you cum around his tongue, his hips bucking up in desperation.
He’s actually into wax play, the way you shiver as the wax drips down onto your chest, the way your back arches as he coos at how gorgeous you look, he can never get enough of those moans and whine of his names. He loves the way your skin glistens, the way it shifts under the wax as you let out a shaky breath, the way it shivers under his fingers; ah, you’re a masterpiece.
Another object that loves to see you melt on his fingers. He usually lays you down sideways and fucks you with his fingers so he can get deeper, watches your face and body with rapt attention as he curls his fingers inside you just right; it has your back arching onto his chest as he bites down on your neck, “Come on azizam, let me see you cum around my fingers, show me how good I make you feel, yeah?”
Makes you look in a mirror literally as he’s fucking you from behind, he’ll have your chin in a grip as his hips are pounding his dick into you, “Look at you, so incredible azizam, so sexy— you’re a sight to behold…” as he starts to snap his hips into you to watch your expressions as his cock gets deeper and deeper.
Amir cannot shut up during sex. Will coo about how good your hole is sucking him in, how stunning you look as you’re crying out his name when he’s pumping his cum inside you. Will look into your eyes as you’re riding him, tell you how breathtaking you are as you bounce on his cock, every time you moan or whine at his compliments his dick throbs inside of you— he loves the effect his words have on you.
He has to see your face, whether you’re sucking him off, he’s giving you head, he’s fucking you or you’re fucking him; he has to see your exquisite face expressions as he’s ruining you on his cock the most, or he won’t be able to cum.
Loves to cum on your face, he’ll be a little red as he’s doing this, but the way his cock is twitching against your lips tells you how much he likes it. How vulnerable and open you look as your face is painted with his cum gets him so high, he loves doing it to your sex too. Whether AMAB or AFAB, he wants to see your sex dripping with his cum; he’ll smear it and rub his cum all over your sex if he has to.
He's fucking into you from behind as one of his hands is using your waist to ground himself, his fingers will wrap around your dick/rub your clit like he’s trying to make you cum in 40 seconds as he changes his pace to a faster and deeper one; his cock hitting all the right places as he breathlessly moans for you to cum so he can feel you shake and shiver under him when he’s burying his cum inside you as deep as he can.
If you’re wearing some sort of jewelry, especially a necklace or bracelets, he loves the sound of them clinking against each other as he’s fucking you. If he could, he would adorn you in gold and silvers as much as it took for him to be satisfied and watch you hiss as they dig into your skin with every thrust from him; your reactions are everything to him.
A loud moaner when he’s bottoming, his legs will always wrap around your waist as you’re fucking into him, you are allowed to pull his hair but be a little careful won’t you? He gets so sensitive when he’s moaning. He wants to compliment you, but all that comes out of his pretty lips is just incoherent babbling as you hit his prostate over and over again.
He loves cock warming, wants to have you on his lap, cock all the way inside you; as deep as he can go. He’ll massage your thighs, kiss along your back and nape while whispering about how breathtaking you look on his dick, how gorgeous you look when you shiver against his chest as he’s cock’s throbbing inside you.
Sometimes he gets so caught up in watching you, how good you look, that he forgets to let out any sounds other than heavy breaths; he doesn’t even blink as much as he needs to, his attention focused solely on you. He is enraptured by anything that is you, it’s like watching a sculpting that was made so lovingly that one's heart aches with the same love the creator must have had. Whatever created you must have taken extra time, just foe you.
When you stop for a few seconds to catch your breath as you’re riding him, fucks up into you just to watch you moan in surprise and look at him with those wide, surprised eyes. He honestly loves watching you bounce on his cock as he’s thrusting up again and again, you just look so helplessly adorable as your thighs shake and your hips twitch.
He cleans any cum on you with his tongue, traces your sex with teasing strokes of his tongue, moaning and biting down on your thighs as he’s licking them clean; it’s honestly his favorite part. The way you shiver and moan for him so needily, so full and spent but still wanting more; so greedy for him, it has him so entranced by you. How shamelessly you want him, how much you want him.
He bites and sucks on your skin a lot, just to see some gorgeous marks on your skin the next time you’re looking in your mirror the next day. The way his marks look like art on your skin, the way it looks like his claim on you, has him shivering on the spot in the best way possible.
He is exceptional at aftercare, has water wet and dry towels, your favorite snacks everything at the ready. He’ll shower you in compliments that are so sincere it brings tears to your eyes as you listen to him, he’ll pull you towards his chest and kiss your forehead as he tells you how much he loves you, all of you, without a doubt. He’ll actually ready a bath ready for you, with the permission of Bathsheba, of course. Rose petals, bath bombs in the smell you always have on you, the temperature of the water just right to have you melt into it when you get in. He’ll never leave your side, will never get up and leave when you fall asleep, he wants to watch and see how you look when you’re asleep in the afterglow of the passion you both shared, “As expected, you’re absolutely gorgeous, azizam…”
Abel
He’s a gentleman, as much as he can be when you’re grinding down on him like you’re starving for him, the way his fingers twitch when you whine for him to hurry up tells you how hard he’s holding back. Initiates, but goes through 5 stages of grief in his head in 3 minutes before he does so, he gets so worried about saying the right thing.
He loves taking you in a full nelson, you’re so helpless and all dependent on him as his dick reaches impossibly deep into you, somehow hitting the sweet spot every time with every thrust, making you cry out his name breathlessly as you feel him twitch inside you. He wants to feel every drag of his cock against your walls, has to soak up every twitch and cry of his name that comes out of your gorgeous lips.
His favorite position is the mating press. He loves having this power over you in a way that he can use that power to make you reach stars in your mind every time you cum, in the way you moan and whine his name every time he buries his cock deep as he can go to fill you up just the way you want. Every ounce of physical power he has over you is always, always used for your own pleasure, he wants to see you feel good, lose your mind on his dick, he can never feel pleasure if you can’t.
Going off of the mating press, whether you can get pregnant or not, this man has a breeding kink. Will put a pillow under your hips, makes sure to have you fold as much as he can, makes sure to drive his cock as deep as he can, until he feels you tighten around him and he feels your body shake. He will not stop until his cum is gushing out of your hole with every thrust.
Of course, if you want him to be gentler, if you want him to take you on his lap, thrust in you deep but slow; he can do that too. He’s just been starved for a connection like the one you gave him, he gets so excited that he forgets to hold back sometimes.
The feeling of him on top is absolute heaven, there’s so much to grab and hold onto as he’s fucking into you with everything he’s got. His stamina is unmatched, he can go for hours if you want him to, he loves the feeling of you wrapped around him, especially when you tighten around him, he groans out your name and so much pre-cum leaks out inside you, you’d think he just came. He is in control, but he’s also extremely sensitive to every little thing you do.
Loves a blowjob. The sight of you on your knees, looking up at him as his thick cock is stuffed inside your mouth? Heaven on earth. The way your throat tightens, and you choke a little when he buries his dick down your throat as he cums has his toes curling, whining your name as loud as he can.
He needs reassurance sometimes, he’ll give it right back, though. Like when he got naked around you the first time, he just needed to be coaxed out of his shell a little, and he’ll compliment your own body lovingly as he’s feeling you up. He’s a sucker for sweet little moments between sex, when you plant a kiss on the tip of his nose after he’s just come inside of you has his heart thumping like its never done before.
Tease him without the glasses on, grind on him. Fuck yourself on the table as you use your fingers to make yourself cum all over him, when you put them on; naked humping will be the only way he’ll let you cum.
Loves the sensation of your tongue on his body, especially his neck and earlobe. He’ll shiver and moan your name so sweetly if you nip at his inner thigh before going down on him. Every single sensation or feeling you can give him, he’ll eat it up right away.
If you wear his clothes and tease him about it, he’s not letting you take them off until they’re soaked with cum. Oh, you think you look cute with his shirt on you? You’re about to look adorable as every button pops when he’s pounding into you so hard your body can’t stay in one place, he’s not letting you go ‘till that shirt is wet with your cum.
As said before, he loves every and any sensation you can give him so, when you scratch his back as he’s fucking into you so deep you can feel every vein and drag of his cock so vividly inside you, he’ll whine like a whore and beg for you to do it harder as his hips stutter and his dick throbs inside you.
Loves fucking your thighs. Has a death grip on your thighs as his cock head keeps getting trapped between your thighs because of how hard you’re squeezing his cock. His hands will always find your nipples when he’s close to cumming though, his dick twitching and throbbing like he’s fucking you for the first time as you moan so sweetly with every flick of his finger on your nipples. Curses under his breath as he shoves two fingers inside your mouth and fucks between your thighs harder, his cum already spread all over your inner thighs; so much pre-cum drips from his tip you’d think he’s already come.
Tie him up, make sure they’re tight and keep him in place properly. Take his dick in your mouth, have one of your hands play with his balls as you bob your head up and down on his dick like you’re trying to milk him for all he’s worth, and watch as he becomes a whining, broken mess under you in minutes. Riding him in this state is also guaranteed to make him start moaning and begging to cum inside you like an insatiable whore, he won’t stop blabbering and pleading as his cock twitches and throbs inside you, trying so hard not to cum until you tell him to do so. Will start crying if you keep going right after he just came inside of you, he gets so sensitive when you’re the one on top, every touch, every kiss and every bounce of your hips on his dick feels scalding hot and fries his nerves in the best way possible.
His aftercare is amazing. He’ll be a little shy and let out small, quiet giggles as you kiss all over his face after it. He does get carried away, but this man never, ever forgets your needs. Water, snacks, or even a blanket, whatever you require, he’s made a mental note, and they’re always at the ready. Along with the best damn cuddles you’ll have with one object in the house, he’s so soft and safe, whenever you’re in his arms he makes it feel like home, so easy to fall asleep when he’s hugging you so tight and whispering sweet nothing's as he kisses your forehead, temple, and neck.
amir isn't one to get raunchy, it's not really his style, and honestly the idea of it never appealed to him.. however, when he eats you out, he does lose a majority of his self respect.
he'll have you seated on the edge of the bathroom counter, legs thrown over his shoulders while his hands palmed your thighs. your hands find purchase in his beautiful hair, every small tug you give to the strand coaxing a groan from his lips. your nails gently scratched his scalp, petting him and cooing at him as if he wasn't practically drinking your essence. he'd never complain about that though, it was an honor to be able to kneel in front of you like this.
he lost himself in the feeling of you, and even though his facial hair soaked with your slick, he didn't let up. amir mumbled incoherent praises into your cunt, eyes closing in pleasure from hearing your moans. immediately he reopened his eyes, he couldn't miss seeing you lose yourself from his ministrations. it was more than just sexual gratification for him, it was his way of worshiping you, his way of proving his loyalty to such a beautiful being like yourself.
the way your back arched was mesmerizing, hips bucking into his mouth eagerly. when he looked up from your cunt, his eyed trailed down your body, slowly and full of purpose. from your neck to your heaving chest, hard nipples poking through your shirt, to the way your lower stomach flexed when he licked your clit just right. you were truly magnificent, in every intricate way he could think of.
your entire body was glistening with sweat, both doors to the bathroom were closed and the heat was building up quickly. with a particularly loud moan, your hand came up to block your face out of instinct, head turning away while your body trembled. when you opened your eyes again, you noticed that the mirror had barely begun to fog. stifling a giggle, your attention was quickly brought back to the man between your thighs, maybe he didn't mind the mirror being foggy too much.
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7/9/25
hihihi okay ik i said thr hanks would also be out tonight but holy shit i have been sick since i got off the plane, i'm sorry if this piece is incoherent 💔 will revisit this in thr future and make it an actual fic
Yes, yes pervert datebales are hot and great BUT what about a pervert homeowner, but in a much more subtle way. Like cheeky jokes, "that's what she said" girl is a tease, hope she can run because if certain objects get ahold of her, she done for
she a freakkkkkkk (I'm fashionably late idk abt you guys)
Dateables w/ Pervert Homeowner
warnings; nsfw/18+, lil bit of harassment (funny haha kind tho), teasing, groping, blueballing (save them), super horny reader, afab! Ben Hwa, scissoring, mirror sex, masturbation, threesome mention, voyeurism, Trap Dorian
You’ve always had a dirty mind, always quick to think of and assume the weirdest of anything. Fueled by early, unrestricted access to the internet and an abundance of fanfiction in your internet library, but also coupled with having a mouth that moved faster than what you could think? It’s a mixture waiting to spill into a full-blown disaster! It doesn't help, on top of that, that you tended to be very... creative when you wanted to be, ravenously hungry to satiate a deep-seated need for exploring.
By the time the dateviators had infiltrated your life, you had initially toned down the perverseness, at least a teensy bit! The objects couldn't say that they weren't somewhat relieved for a break (some of them, anyway), but it had seemed to set something off inside of you when you finally romanced all of them. The outcome was you re-releasing your depravity from its internal shackles once again; it was like it had been ready to jump on all of them.
Amir had to be one of the biggest (willing, eager) victims! Not only do you wander towards him after trying on a new outfit, with the full intention of feeling his hands wandering your body while fixing the fabric clinging onto your body (you just love moaning when he does so)- but you also tend to... Use him to your advantage, often taking out two birds with one stone.
It hardly mattered to you who it was—sometimes it's Barry being pinned flush against the mirror while you practically hump the man's thigh. Meanwhile, your hands trail down—behind Barry and against Amir, who feels like an absolute degenerate for getting hard so easily like this... Although not really, he does appreciate the view.
Amir does make for quite the tease himself, though! He'll play along, entertaining your little game just enough to make sure you keep running back, trying to get him to break. It gets to the point where you simply lean one of your mirrors against the closet of your bedroom, slapping a suction-cup dildo on it before getting on your hands and knees and awkwardly fucking yourself back on the thick, rubbery cock, your dateviators on your face as you try calling for Amir himself—the man doesn't answer. It won't be until the very last second—when the floor is covered in your pussy's sticky mess, as well as the dildo and even some of the mirror being stained sinfully—that Amir appears before you, in time to kneel down in front of you, lifting your chin so your glasses don't slip off the tip of your nose.
"Ah, ah, Azizam," Amir purrs sweetly as you press your heated face against his palm, the smell of sex and desperation filling him up, "You look radiant like this. Don't you want to cum? Well, don't stop now, I'm enjoying the view." The man slides just one hand from your face to your shoulder, pushing you back on the thick dildo with a gross squelch, forcing a quiet, surprised whine.
It's this way that Amir controls how fast you fuck yourself, forcing you to stare up at him while keeping his own eyes focused on the reflection of the mirror showing your sweet cunt swallowing around the dildo greedily. He doesn't let you go too fast, but he hardly allows you to take a break from rocking your hips- nor does he let you grope at his crotch. It's truly the cruelest thing he could do, touching you, controlling your pleasure, while not even letting you touch him in the way you want to most.
Between the two of you, it's almost like a competition between you and Ben-Hwa on who can, sexually, manage to be worse. It's a constant dance of who can do more than the other, even if the hot, intense flirting doesn't actually lead to sex (in fact, the buildup may actually excite the two of you much, much more). No matter how much you may flirt with them, or tease, or fuck them, Ben-Hwa—as your literal accumulation of sex toy—has had all the time in the world to get to know every inch of your body and what you like!
You'll think you're in the lead of your unspoken game, with Ben-Hwa's wrists pinned firmly above their head with one hand, grinding down heartlessly against their soaked pussy with your own. The sound of both of your slick mixing is lewd, and almost wrong, but that only makes it better, as it covers both of your thighs and slips down to stain the bed sheets.
Yeah, there's no way you're not winning this is something that crosses your mind, boosting your own ego. You make the mistake of glancing down, face heating up at the idea of screwing your own sex toy so hard that they break (There's just something so hot about how riled up they are, so beating the master at their own game is a literal dream!). However, instead of the glossy, drooling, pussydrunk expression that you were expecting, Ben-Hwa is smirking up at you.
They pant lightly, moaning dramatically and arching their back, but refuse to take their sinful eyes off of you, "Ohhh, shit, baby," Ben-Hwa rasps your name out loud shamelessly, unable to stop a little giggle. They shift back against the bed that they're pinned against, wiggling their shoulders playfully before shifting their hips up to meet yours. Ben-Hwa lets out a high-pitched gasp, "You're so cute."
While the tone is teasing and sweet, you can't help the competitive twitch in your eye, accompanied by the little pout forming on your face. You curse under your breath, moaning as you reach your hand down, spreading your pussy lips open just to press your soaked clit firmly against theirs once again. It's a battle of wills, one that you're destined to lose, but that doesn't mean you have to go down without a fight.
Determined, you grind down harder, attempting to suppress your own whines. Your legs are horribly sore, but you press on, feeling your pussy gush and twitch around nothing, dousing Ben-Hwa's already dripping cunt with your slick. The mixture is nothing less than sinful, the sharp, sticky clicks when you lift away from them make your knees weak.
In spite of how they look, Ben-hwa isn't that much farther than you, only hanging on by a thread by focusing purely on how delicious they look. It's a treat to see how much harder you try, unwilling to admit defeat in a game entirely in your head. How adorable it is to see you huffing, fighting against your overstimulation and soreness, only to make yourself cum twice before Ben-Hwa does so once.
Not that they mind, honestly! They'll get payback later, but they'll enjoy the view for now...
Dorian is one of your biggest victims, but you swear he loves it!... Which may or may not be true, but there's no doubt that he's hiding a little (reluctant) smile under his hand as he lets out an exasperated sigh at your cheesy jokes. However, he's also one of the easiest objects in your house for you to tease in other ways, because of how many of him there are!
There's just so many ways to do it, which is the true beauty of it—for Back Dorian, you press yourself against him, dragging your nails down his clothed back and breathing against his neck. You definitely tried to grab his ass before, but it was the one and only time he managed to actually swat your hand away (you haven't given up, though!). How perverted can you truly be, however, if you don't even consider Trap Dorian? Of course, all of Dorian is sexy, but Trap is on a whole other level and manages to match your freak!
So, when you're done harassing any of his other counterparts, rushing away after groping or pressing your tits against them, you just love wandering to into the closet for some one-on-one time with dear old Trap.
He's... Much more forgiving than the other Dorians. He's still stern and disciplined where it counts, but his soft spot for you is that much more obvious because of it. He'll chuckle at your previous attempts at teasing him, your little whine while he blows some air against your ear, "You know, you're full of an awful amount of audacity, love." He chuckles, reaching a hand around and grabbing your ass, giving a little squeeze before letting go with a quick slap, "Teasing me, just to come running back to me, again. Like a kid trying to give their parents the run around," He scolds with no real bite.
Trap will let you use his body, even though you spent so much time trying to tease him. The only catch is that he won't be helping you whatsoever, just sitting back on a chair, pants unbuckled and shoved down just enough for his thick cock to be exposed. He'll comment while you try your hardest to sink down on even just the tip, grinning to himself as you wince and whine about how you wanted him to fuck you!
"Aw," He gives you a small grin, glancing up to your face, bucking his hips just a little. The feeling of your pussy clinging onto him, gushing around his dick, is unmatched—and despite your complaining, Dorian can tell that you're aching for it. He has to resist the urge to simply cave, to give you everything you want at the first little whine, "You can handle it, love. What happened to all your big talk earlier?" he pauses, tilting his head with a smile that feels almost too dirty for him, "Or, maybe, it's not a big enough challenge? Is that it, you're bored of my cock?"
Despite the immediate shaking of your head, Trap continues with a faux look of exasperation, "I know, I know, you're just a greedy girl. Always lookin' for your next fix." The first contact his gives you with his hands is in the form of a slap to your ass, making you jump, "I bet you wouldn't complain if you had another cock, hm? There are 16 other versions of me, I'm sure I can satisfy all your needs."
You shiver at the idea of all 17 of him taking turns with you, clenching harder and harder around Traps' cock, nails digging deep enough into his shoulders to leave bright red marks on his skin.
You’ve started wearing more since using a dateviators and the objects are vary confused about their feelings
Inspired by a post from @pustak31
•the objects were so happy when you got Skylar, finally they could talk to the person they’d been admittedly staring at for a while now.
•but could you blame them when all you ever wore was your shirt and underwear around the house?
•the first time you walked into the kitchen like that? Friar Errol nearly passed out, and Cabrizzio forgot to speak English for the next hour.
•heck sometimes you went without a shirt too, it’s your house, who’s gonna stop you?
• certainly not Tony, who got a front row seat as you fixed your air conditioner in the summer. Despite is flirtatious attitude, that day? He just fully froze, beet red and looked away as much as he could.
•Hector, poor thing, he passed out the minute you opened the door.
•Celia was up to her arms in issues from objects bumping into on another, or break things in their panic and fluster.
There was a meeting held in the living while you took a bath, that way they would know you would fluster anyone while they talked. “Honestly everyone, it’s just clothes.” Celia said, she promptly ignored Cam’s shouts of “Or lack of!” as she continued on “We all need to get over it and get back to normal.” Then the door to the bathroom opened up and they stared in shock as your walked down the stairs donning…nothing.
Celia breathed deep and closed her eyes. They were all doomed.
• when you first put on Skylar you were pretty shocked to find out about all the objects in your house and how they watched over you.
• then you had a moment to yourself and realized that maybe you had been way to comfortable looking back on it.
•the change in your wardrobe wasn’t very subtle. From that day on you would ware shorts and a shirt at the very least.
•Heck you even dressed up a bit every now and then, the red shirt your almost never was at least getting some use.
•As grateful as the objects were for you considering their comfort.
•Yeah no, they missed it so much.
•they would never want you to feel uncomfortable, but you were really hot and they never really minded seeing you not dressed up.
•Tony, Curt and Rod started pleading with Hector to crank up the heat. Which he almost did but he stayed strong in your honor.
•everyone envies the bathroom objects. Bathsheba holds it over their heads like a trophy. Amir goes on and on about your beauty.
•Betty is about to beg you to go back to sleeping partially nude, she misses being able to feel you skin against the covers. It brought her a lot of comfort and helped her sleep better.
•Celia had to hold another meeting because of fighting.
This time the meeting is held in your bedroom, you took clothes in with you so they aren’t worried about you walking in anytime soon. Everyone is up in arms about who gets to see you and in what, Volt is holding back Eddie from strangling Amir who was talking about your time posing in the mirror after a bath. Meanwhile Bathsheba was being protected by Dunk from a very frustrated Harper and Dirk, although he looked like he was on the verge of tossing her himself shockingly.
Celia finally raised her voice to get their attention, this meeting was going nowhere without some guidance. “Enough everyone! We all are very stress right now, but there is no reason to fight.”
“Easy for you to say!” Johnny shouts from the back. “You get a front row seat no matter where they go!” Celia couldn’t argue with that, she was everywhere. Gaia then spoke up “You don’t either Johnny! YOUR their shower!”
“In the downstairs bathroom, they hardly ever use me!” Johnny practically cries.
Celia tries to calm everyone down again “Be that as it may, us fighting isn’t going to help anyone. We have to find a solution that everyone agrees with.”
Florence then speaks up for the first time since the meeting began, “Couldn’t we just, ask them to go back?” Everyone paused and looks at her as she keeps speaking, a little more nervous “I-I mean, if they’re uncomfortable with it then find no harm done, but if they’re doing it so we’ll feel more comfortable then… maybe we just say we’re okay with it?”
Nobody is sure if it’s the best solution, but it’s the one that has the most agreement for it. Celia claps her hands and breaths a sigh of relief, “Then it’s settled, when the human puts on Skylar next we’ll have a discussion with them about the matter.” As she’s about to close the meeting the bathroom door opens.
And it seems you forgot to bring a towel in with you. Nobody says a thing as you walk to the closet in your birthday suit to grab one. But the tension that was in the room before almost seems to both relax and intensify at the same time.
I’ve seen posts where the Homeowner appologizes to the ohjects in their house when they bump into them even before they get the glasses but consider: homeowner who calls objects baby and darling before they get the glasses. STAY WITH ME cause I do this and have for so long so play in the space with me.
Bumping into a door or accidentally slamming the fridge shut and saying, “Sorry darling.” The lights flicks and they go to the breaker box with encouraging, “You can do it beautiful, you got this,” as they try and get the power back on. Throwing something away and absentmindedly saying, “Thank you, baby,” to the garbage for taking their trash.
Then the dateviators come and they suddenly become so aware that they probably shouldn’t call people they barely know pet names so it all stops. One day they put on the dateviators to see a small crowd gathered looking a mixed between annoyed, worried, sad.
Bev: “Did we do something to upset you?”
Dorian: “You can be honest. We just want to know if you’re alright.”
MC: ?????
Cam: “It’s been weeks.”
MC: “Since???”
Freddy: “Well… you know, Cool Kid.”
Cam (pissed): “Don’t act like you don’t know, baby.”
Thats when it clicks that everyone misses the sweet nicknames and wants to be doted on again. Its cleared up that the MC isnt mad and was just trying not to be weird, but clearly should go back to calling everyone pet names.
Bonus is when they’re giving Cam trash with the dateviators on he will just stare afterwards and not tell them to leave until they give him a “Thank you, Baby” even tho they now know cam likes trash and should be thanking them. Doesn’t matter though cause the light flush on his face is worth it.
[I low-key did this prompt before but Imma recycle it for different fandoms bc who doesn't want that...right? Right!]
Requests are always welcomed!
Amir
Amir would definitely be the one to kiss you first simply out of the adoration he feels for you. You would be looking at your reflection and he'd pop out to give you a quick peck or either a very sensual kiss!
Eddie & Volt
Volt would definitely kiss you first but It would be you to kiss Eddie first. You and volt could be dancing and hed dip you and kiss you passionately before pulling you back up leaving you breathless as he gives you that oh so smug smirk. You and Eddie on the other...it could be that you two are doing maintenance he's behind the bar you're not. You're wiping the bar down while he's fixing something under the bar. As soon as he rises from there he's met with your lips. He's equally surprised and flustered by this.
Tony
Tony would be the first to kiss you. You would be listening to one of his many workshops taking notes doing everything right. He'd lean in and flirt a little then completely forget about the workshop to pull you in for a kiss.
Chance
You would be the first one to kiss Chance. You two would be doing a campaign. He's acting out NPCs while you act out your own characters...Then you ask for seduction and roll high. You lean in and give a kiss to chance and safe to say he was more than happy.
Beverly
You would be the first to kiss Beverly. You two could be stocking or cleaning around her bar and after that she'd make you a drink talking about how she wished her bar had more traction and what not. You would lean in and kiss her to shut her up and as a thank you for the drink. Of course then you'd reassure her that you would help her in anyway.
Stepford
You would be the one to kiss Stepford first. You're helping him train for the competition, quizzing him, helping him reach his goals, and maybe a little flirting on the side. Before you leave him for the night to give him a small kiss that only makes him want more. Who are you to deny him maybe?
