꒰warnings꒱ spoilers, probably ooc (it’s my first time writing for this lot ‹/𝟹), second person, purposeful lowercase, suggestive
⠀꒲ ` synopsis . . . nothing more awkward than realising that your entire house has witnessed you lounging freely in your underwear, a flashy robe and or topless? WRONG! it’s even more awkward when they start to miss it after you’ve began nervously dressing more modestly.
⠀꒲ ` characters . . . non-realised! amir, betty, freddy, hector, mitchell linn, tyrell, curt & rod + some others for fun
⠀꒲ ` notes . . . chose some characters that would probably be the most likely to see you and potentially comment on your sudden dressing changes, honestly it was so fun trying to write for this game i might do more if i feel like it :P
summer boils your skin into a warm, molten liquid. clothes stick to you with your sweat as the glue, pants dig uncomfortably into your crotch and your entire body heaves with the needy want for cool. so why haven’t you bothered stripping from the uncomfortably tight long-sleeved shirt and the baggy trousers?
it’s because of those damned dateviators!
dating objects around your house and understanding their sentient thoughts, stories and emotions? that was sick as fuck, totally fun and interesting! do you know what wasn’t? having the sudden realisation that all these inanimate objects have watched you laze around the whole house in a way that’s less than appropriate.
we’re talking ass out with a baggy shirt for the bare minimum modesty; occasionally, topless when the AC decides to work good that day; a cozy robe after your bath, showing just the slightest tantalising slope of what’s beneath; and when you’re particularly lazy? just a towel.
there was no way you were going to be doing any of that while holding the frightening knowledge that they can see, and worse, comment on your habits.
because what’s worst than your neighbours catching a glimpse of a naked shoulder? all the objects in your house having front show tickets. to fight that inherent embarrassment, you clung to your clothes like a shield—with little thought as to how the others would react to your sudden shift from playboy bunny magazine cover to nun. (spoiler; they hate it!)
ദ്ദി(˵⎚ᴗ⎚ ˵ ) ᢉ𐭩 AMIR
♡ he noticed immediately.
♡ how could he not? he’s your mirror, your confidante, your lover—nothing pains him more than seeing less of the form he used to admire so freely especially when it’s very evident from the sweat patches pooling where your limbs meet that this sudden dress change has caused you even more discomfort.
♡ “azizam, what reason do you have for dressing yourself like…” his voice cuts off, his captivating grey eyes giving you a completely overt once-over. “well, that—in such weather? i’m sure i can fit you in something much more suitable.”
♡ he’s not one to particularly pry on what you wear because anything you wear is perfection, but part of him really does miss seeing your bare shoulders…the gentle curve of your back, the soft fat of your thighs—simply, some sights shouldn’t be reserved.
♡ he’s a little more subtle with his pleading—it’s your decision at the end of the day, but if you ask him? he will not shy away from telling you that he really misses getting to look at your bare form, and somehow, when it comes from him? it doesn’t feel demeaning or disrespectful, he looks at you the same way the sun looks at the moon.
♡ oh, but if you do decide to go back to wearing so little? rest assured he’ll find it impossible to not go on long rants about how gorgeous you look (while sneaking in a few gentlemanly kisses).
ദ്ദി(˵⎚ᴗ⎚ ˵ ) ᢉ𐭩 BETTY
♡ she sees you every day so she was definitely the first to notice this sudden change in wardrobe, and while normally she wouldn’t comment…what do you think you’re doing?
♡ it’s not the fact that you’ve been sweating through your sheets for days now, or the fact you’ve kicked off nearly every blanket on the bed due to the excess heat, it’s the fact that you don’t even consider letting her cover your naked form!!
♡ dress up like a nun all you like baby, but for the love of god take off the sweater and hide under the covers if you’re really that worried she can FEEL you tossing and squirming from overheating.
♡ part of her wants you to go back to the free wardrobe for your comfort and another much louder part of her wants you to do so because the silk of your skin feels so much more alluringly sweet than the scruffy fabric of your dusty shirts.
♡ then again…she has to look at it in the more pleasing way too—this way, she can spend hours fantasising about what exactly you’re hiding beneath those clothes. sometimes the chase is better than the reward, no?
ദ്ദി(˵⎚ᴗ⎚ ˵ ) ᢉ𐭩 FREDDY
♡ the fridge is one of the first places you go to during the summer: ice cream, fresh fruit, cubes of ice to slot in whatever drink you need to refresh yourself with and that absolutely lovely immediate cooling from the freezer whenever you open it? pure bliss.
♡ so how come it seems like freddy has been ‘malfunctioning’ more than usual nowadays?
♡ “oop—sorry, cool kid, i’ll get you another right now!” as the nth ice cream drops into a splurge of vanilla on the floor, alongside the cumulating puddle now soaking the edge of your sweats.
♡ you can’t even count how many times he’s told you how he can’t allow you to sit in front of the freezer while you’re waiting for food to cook to “save energy” (it’s totally not because he’s patiently waiting for you to take off that cardigan, no way! you know, it’s just…the energy, yeah!)
♡ he doesn’t even do any of this with the intention to creep on you, he just loves and absolutely misses how squishy and adorable you look when you’re lounging on the kitchen counter while waiting for the timer to tick for your chicken nuggets, it’s so cute!!
♡ yes, maybe the way your thighs press together and the way you lean back to show off a sliver of stomach also gets him antsy but he swears if you don’t want him looking, he won’t! (but also please let him see something, he promises to keep you real cool if you do).
ദ്ദി(˵⎚ᴗ⎚ ˵ ) ᢉ𐭩 HECTOR
♡ he’s too attentive to your every want and need to ever play about with the air conditioning during the summer, but, he’d be a massive fool to deny how much he absolutely winces when he watches you walk around the house clothed head to toe with a clear discomfort shadowing your face.
♡ the others have certainly attempted to try bribing him into warming the house up solely because they think your new attire is ridiculous. okay, frankly most of them are complaining because they can’t peep a glance at you now, but can you blame them? they’re so used to you being so languid and free, this shit sucks!
♡ his voice is low and gentle when he randomly mumbles: “my love, is there…are you not feeling overheated in those…clothes?” when you mention how weird it feels walking around knowing everyone can actively see and have opinions on you…he gets it completely! it’s not like he has any right to judge you and all…but it doesn’t make him any less sad…
♡ because to him? you’re so beautiful :( and lovely :( your body is perfect and deserves to be shown without shame :( what do you mean it sounds ironic coming from him? :))
ദ്ദി(˵⎚ᴗ⎚ ˵ ) ᢉ𐭩 MITCHELL LINN
♡ he’s a gentleman, so he wouldn’t dare outwardly comment on your chosen apparel…ooh but does he loathe it though.
♡ the slick slide of ice cream as it pools down the naked slope of your chest; the way you lick your fingers clean from a melting ice-lolly when it sticks to your skin; the sound of a slurp when you eat watermelon, the fresh juice dripping down your chin: those are some of the delicacies that mitchell wouldn’t trade for even the highest quality truffle.
♡ now?? food drops onto your shirt, mingling into the sharp scent of sweat, you curse and gasp every time you ruin another pair of shorts and while he does feel the slightest bit guilty, he does find it simultaneously humorous how each time you hesitate to take your ruined clothes off. those little hesitant flickers of your eyes? his new favourite thing to watch.
♡ when you come to him to ask for meals that you could make and or snack on to get rid of the heat he very eagerly wants to tell you: “please, just change into something shorter.” but that would be way too distasteful for a man of his calibre.
♡ if you do ask him whether he misses it or not, he’ll try to sugarcoat it as lightly as possible because honestly…the softness of your skin is so much more tantalising to touch and caress than the sturdy material of a sweater. he won’t look…too much.
ദ്ദി(˵⎚ᴗ⎚ ˵ ) ᢉ𐭩 TYRELL
♡ NOOOOO!!! PLEASE! this is the one thing he had above most of the others…getting to be fully skin to skin with you, having you trust him enough to wrap around your luscious body to soak up all that warm water…this was unfair (he’s not jealous of bathsheba or river for getting to feel your body in its full regardless if you were embarrassed or not…he isn’t!)
♡ and don’t think he hasn’t noticed you using him much less or at least much more hesitantly!! he’s never complained about it before but this was starting to bother him because eating dirt off the floor is so much less fun than getting to dry you from your own sweat.
♡ so yes, maybe he has started to discreetly write notes and place them on the towels shaped exactly like your favourite animals just to garner your attention…is it working? :3c please say yes.
♡ don’t blame his hand for wandering beneath your shirt to wipe away at the sweat that’s glistening at your navel, he’s like a siren to water (quite literally). it’s in his nature!
ദ്ദി(˵⎚ᴗ⎚ ˵ ) ᢉ𐭩 CURT & ROD
♡ “okay, but why though?” — “because it feels weird knowing all of you can just see my ass 24/7, this isn’t a free show.” — “but why can’t it be.” that’s basically their entire mindset.
♡ honestly they’re about to crash out, man. they’re willing to draw close (sorry wyndolyn) to make sure the neighbours can’t see, but come on!! why can’t they?? >:( not even one slither of thigh?? not even an arm?? what is this, the victorian days?
♡ just to tease you they will not hesitate to list all their favourite outfits of yours: that very specific set of underwear with the cute cats and whatever shirt you find in the clean pile, a cliche but a goodie is some sweatpants that have seen better, oh and did you know your tummy does this cute thing where it turns squishy? and that your chest—what do you mean they’re making it worse? honesty is the best policy.
♡ they’re one of the few that will actively comment about it when you walk past, because why wouldn’t they? maybe they still hold a little bit of a vendetta when you tugged too hard on the curtain tassels to draw them closed or because the house is 50x more entertaining when you’re giving everyone brain lag from being too fine—either way; they’re not gonna be stopping any time soon.
BONUS (⁎⁍̴̛ᴗ⁍̴̛⁎)
♡ telly hates it. genuinely. you used to sit there so cozily on koa, shorts riding up to reveal those creamy thighs, shirt barely covering your stomach—it was great!! it was the one time he could only focus on you instead of the sound of plates shattering in whatever soap opera you picked to watch.
♡ honestly everyone in the bathrooms think it’s funny. seeing you hurriedly shut the door and take the quickest showers or baths of your life is pretty much better than drama. those little slip ups of skin though? now that’s what they live for. plus, it’s quite fun to hear the others complain about how it’s unfair that the rest of the house doesn’t get a chance to see your body so intimately any more—sucks to suck doesn’t it?
♡ hank 3 specifically hated this change because your body is nice to look at, why the sudden shift in confidence? ass out, baby!! the others don’t want to pry buuut…when you come into the laundry room they do look at each other very excitedly knowing full well they could very easily hide all those long-sleeves and baggy pants of yours (hey, it would make harper very happy too to keep it for a little longer!)
♡ dirk just finds it all hilarious. seeing everyone crash out over not seeing some skin basically all because of him? call it trashy, but he revels in the rage.
♡ speaking of trash, cam doesn’t care…because he can make anything filthy and he’s pretty sure you know it too. he kinda adores how annoyed you get when he can make you flustered just by looking at you a bit too sultrily. you think wearing a few too many layers is going to make him forget the curve of your back when you bend over? or the way water and sweat mingle on your skin?
♡ mac is gonna create a whole damn word file simply titled “RIP MC’S NUDIST LIFE” to commentate the end of an era. all those days of you taking your shirt off in front of the screen when it gets too hot…watching your fingers flex on the mouse and sometime write pure filth while clearly getting a little heated—that’s worth at least a special digital funeral.
Can u imagine Dateables with a new homeowner because the og!homeowner moved out after achieving all of their hate endings LOLL
The objects are unsure of what to think of you, as— unlike the og!homeowner— they know nothing! Do you have siblings? How do you like your coffee made? So many questions and some are afraid you’ll turn out just like the og!homeowner.
When you officially move in however, they realize their concerns were for naut. The moment your name was signed on the paper, the door slammed opened, revealing your guardians/parents. The house was used to quiet and stillness. After all, the og!homeowner isolated themselves due to the datevatiors and were’t a very sociable person in general.
So suddenly having guests over, startled the objects to a high degree.
Shelley was practically hooting and hollering. Her shelves began to warp and become loose due to natural wearing. You’d asked your guardian to teach/help you fix them. Shelly wants to give you a bear hug!
Mac felt like they could breathe lighter. You figured out how outdated their system was, immediately updating them. You also deleted the 50k fanfiction of the og!owner. (They laughed when your curiosity got the best of you and you began to read it. You didn’t make it past three paragraphs.)
Koa indeed took comfort within the silence. But won’t deny that being used by many people felt… nice. You even complimented how soft his cushions were, patting the arm of the couch (aka his arm). He couldn’t help but feel bashful.
The sudden visits didn’t stop there though. Later in the week, you invited any nearby friends for a welcoming party and they all showed up!
Beverly thrived as she finally had a purpose other than serving a single (unappreciative) person. You also whipped out the most vicious, creative cocktails! She’s taking notes.
Daisuke was concerned about the amount of delicate plates/cups being used. However, he watches as you lightly scold everyone to not ‘fuck up’ and drop the plates. He finally lets himself relax, a chuckle slipping out seeing your rather stern expression.
Mitchell taps his pen against his notebook, looking at all of the food being displayed on top of Abel. While inviting your friends, he overheard you ask for each person to bring something for a huge potluck. The different aromas and textures of the food complimented each other nicely. He nods: rating the potluck an 9/10 (Deducted points for one person lugging in store-brought food. Unbelievable!).
Dateables who typically aren’t involved in social gathers even caught sneak peeks of your real personality. You noticed one of your friends didn’t look very well, so you asked them to head upstairs if they needed a break. Sooner or later, you snuck away from the main group, only to find your friend hiding away in the dark storage closet.
They opened up about relationship issues: feeling like they’re pulling away from each other. You continued to listen and comfort them, despite sitting in such a cramped space.
“Well… maybe actually sitting them down to have a proper conversation could help?” You suggested, patting their back with a soft smile. “I know it’s scary to talk about these things. But something has to change, otherwise… things will continue to fall apart. At that point, it’s too late. And you’ll wish you did something earlier.”
At the end of the conversation, you hugged your friend tight, never judging nor criticizing them once.
Eddie is hurting. Badly. The faulty wire is continuing to knock power in and out of the house. Yet, he’s lucid enough to hear your advice. It wasn’t directly to him, but he understood the seriousness of your tone. He wonders: if you learned about him and what’s actually happening to the power, would you say the same thing?
Volt is struggling. Badly. He took over the main base of the electricity to give his lover a break. He knew it wouldn’t be easy, but damn it hurts. Your conversation drifts in his ear and out the other. The man laughs bitterly. Change, huh? If you managed to find the dateviators, he hopes you’ll keep the same comforting energy after you face him.
Dorian nods his head. He understands perfectly where you’re coming from. Whether the change is welcomed or not, sometimes it’s very necessary. Maybe this new owner isn’t that bad… but he’ll continue to observe you— not wanting a repeating incident from the og!homeowner.
A week after the party ended, one of your friends asked a favor: to baby sit their kid. For or a day or two give-or-take. You absolutely had no issue this (and the dateables are wondering how truly nice humans can be). Now, there’s a small boy— no less than six-years old— squealing around the house. Furthermore, once it was bath time, it felt like a second house party all over again.
Bathsheba hummed in contempt, watching the child eagerly splash within the tub. She sees you and the boy blow bubbles into the air and onto each other. It was messy. Maybe quite icky. But the bright grins on the top of your faces was endearing. Fine. She’ll allow this for now.
River made sure the water was at the perfect temperature. Never too hot, never too cold. She decided to ignore the splashes of water against the floor. It’s been… some time since the she’s seen such lively within her domain.
Amir wished he was a camera. If so, he’ll be able to commemorate this moment forever. How adorable! Your t-shirt is soaked and arms are covered in soapy residue. Despite the soiled appearance, he admits you still look enchanting as ever. The kid you’re babysitting is quite the charmer too!
Many things have changed since you moved in, but— oddly enough— the objects didn’t mind. Your habits, hobbies, and social life is significantly different than the og!homeowner. Yet, you’ve shown so much kindness in the short time living here.
Perhaps, when the bitter feeling the og!owner left behind disappears, they hope you’re willing to build a proper friendship— and or— a potential relationship with them.
amir bending u over n making u watch urself in the mirror :3
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
it was no secret that amir adored you - so it didn’t really surprise you when that bled into how he treats you during sex.
he bends you over the bathroom sink - or perhaps your dresser - anywhere that has a mirror for him to force your gaze towards.
“look at you,” he purrs as he drags himself in and out of you at a tantalizingly slow pace. “such beautiful faces you make, azizam.”
he holds your chin, making sure that the only thing your eyes can focus on is your reflection. he coaxes your back into an arch, ensuring that you feel every inch of him.
if your eyes dare to look elsewhere - perhaps to the side out of embarrassment, or at his reflection instead - he halts his movements with an “ah ah, look”, until you fix your gaze.
and if you dared to try and close your eyes altogether, well, now he’s just offended. “mh? oh, don’t want to look at all at my lovely reflections?” instead of stopping like usual, he’d just go harder, practically bullying your g-spot so much that your eyes have no choice but to squeeze themselves shut from the pace. “you don’t want to look, then i’ll make sure you couldn’t even if you changed your mind.”
he treats you so well afterwards, of course; his aftercare involving no shortage of praise and gentle cleaning, but you’ll still never be able to look at yourself in a mirror without his voice echoing in your mind.
I'm lowkey surprised that I haven't come across any Date Everything fics where Reader is lowkey objectum, especially pre-glasses era.
Imagine loving on your objects, cooing out sweet words of affection and peppering them in kisses and having dates only to get the glasses and oh would you look at that, now they can smother you in kisses back.
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.
can you do romance hcs with an autistic mc? any characters you want really, but i would love dorian, cam, skips, johnny, betty, idk i'm not picky!
Them with an autistic S/O
Featuring: Dorian, Johnny, Betty, Amir
Fic type: fluff, comfort, headcanons/scenarios
Gender neutral reader, I'm using my own experiences of being autistic as a reference- please keep that in mind. Length varies for each
In all honesty, he's a decent person to be around, especially if you're overstimulated or about to have a melt down.
He's an overall quiet guy, and can easily recall stories or just talk about something random if you need the distraction.
His build is firm, and while he doesn't do it often, his hugs are just as firm and are a good way to calm you down, the pressure of his big arms a wonderful way to ground someone who's out of it.
Honestly, he doesn't really know anything about autism, nor does he quite care- he's a busy guy guarding doors, but post-relationship he pays attention more. He's watching out for you, making sure you don't stress yourself out; especially if you're leaving the house.
Very helpful when it comes to remembering things, he can help you find anything you might've misplaced. He always goes over a list of essentials needed when you leave the house.
If you're someone who gets overwhelmed quickly, he's your guy. Like earlier, he's a pretty quiet guy, so go ahead and sit against him- he'll keep quiet for you. And if you ask real nicely (though you really don't have too), he'll crouch down and pull you into his side, humming a quiet melody. The melody doesn't really matter, he knows the deep vibrations of his chest are what's helping you.
His outfit isn't as textured as you'd expect- he's a simple guy- but if you really like textures he'll let you touch and play around with his suit. Secretly enjoys it when you wrap your arms around him to feel the inside of his suit jacket (which is most definitely silk).
He stands at the door, barely letting a muscle twitch as he stares ahead. It would've been an intimidating sight if it weren't for you hugging his legs, leaning your head on his thigh like he was a pillow.
It had become a somewhat common occurrence after your relationship with Dorian started to truly blossom, you started going to him when you felt stressed and needed a moment of silence. The soft texture of his pants was enough to get some sort of sensory to help you calm down.
His hand slips down from his chest where it was crossed and rests his hand on the top of your head, not doing anything else put lightly resting it there. What a sweet door.
THIS MAN. He is the person you go to when you need to TAAALK. Lemmie tell you.
Johnny is open to hearing all about your hyperfixation or special interest. He knows so much about how it feels to be ashamed for his passions, for simply liking what he likes, and he would never want to make anyone feel that way.
He'll sit on the floor with you and listen about whatever it is you like, doesn't even have to know anything about it! He'll try and ask related questions to understand more.
Will be so excited when you come to him all excited to tell him about something that happened with your favorite topic. Go ahead and tell him all about your favorite show or game, the plot twist in your book or maybe an animal you saw that isn't usual for the area!
Absolutely remembers the little things about what you like, and when he sees you (even in passing) he'll ask for updates or just to see if he can chat you up.
Just for fun, he would write little songs just for you about your special interest! It's not exactly related, anyone but you wouldn't be able to tell what he's singing about, but you? You hear him say a single line similar to what you've told him and you're basically jumping up and down and leaning in while he sings. He does his best work just for you.
Johnny sits on the floor, legs stretched out, and listens as you speak. He has a huge smile on his face as he listens to you yap about this TV show you've been watching recently, going episode by episode about the plot and how the characters are cool or stupid.
You sit on his knees and hold onto his shoulders, every now and then shaking him when you get really excited about something. His smile never fades, and you can tell it's the most genuine smile he's ever had on his face- well, other than when he sings.
Another amazing object to go to when it comes to sensory/stimulation.
Her honey smooth voice is like a favorite song you play on loop when everything gets too much, and she knows it.
She holds you close, but doesn't whisper in your ear knowing it's uncomfortable, her head lays on yours and she practically suffocates you in her hole; just like you want. Often she repeats things she's said before, quiet funny stories she remembers about other objects in the house, repetitiveness is good for you.
Telling you something you know already is calming. She doesn't get it herself, but if it helps you she'll repeat the same thing over and over.
The blankets and pillows that decorate her are almost always the perfect temperature for you. Never too hot nor ever too cold, she makes sure of it.
Absolutely let's you play with her hair. The curls as soft as a freshly washed pet, easy to brush your fingers through and mess with, making little braids before brushing them out and starting again.
She's one of the few objects that can get anyone to shut up with a polite ask, especially if the other lives in the bedroom as well (the Hanks). It's real nice to know you have a guarantee of a quiet space whenever you want.
"There you go, lover" Betty mutters, her arms keeping you close to her. Your hands are wrapped around her and playing with the ends of her hair, the soft texture relaxing against your fingers.
She rests her hands on your head and places a big kiss on the crown of your head, resting down and slowly recalling a story she's told a million times, something about Jean Loo and Dorian- probably a silly fight- she knows you don't pay attention to the stories; just that you like to hear her voice verberate though her and to you.
Amir is GREAT for self image help and helping set routines. No one knows how to help get you out of an episode funk like this guy, let me tell you!
He'll sit next to you on the bed and rub you back as you lay away from him, not able to do much but lay there. He can be quiet if you really want, but he enjoys giving you compliments; we know this, it's like second nature for him.
Eventually he does get you out of your bed, at least getting you to sit up and lean against him. His arms wrap around you and a hand of his will come up to run through your (let's be realistic here) greasy hair and just sit there for as long as you need.
Of course he can't go a true minute without giving you a compliment. He's stroking your cheek and talking about how gorgeous you are, even with how out of touch you look after sitting in bed for who knows how long, he still takes the time to tell you how gorgeous you are.
When it comes to setting up a routine, Amir is your object. He's supportive every step of the way, holding onto you to help. When you forget to do something he's reassuring you it's alright, when you can't bring yourself to do something, again, he's there to reassure you it's alright and that you'll be able to do it tomorrow. Routines are made to be broken sometimes.
Even at your worst, when you haven't taken care of yourself in days, he's still giving you the sweetest- most genuine compliments; it's hard to believe him at times, but he has never lied about how much he finds you to be the most stunning human he's ever seen.
Amir sits on the counter, holding you- who's standing- in-between his legs as he holds onto your face. He's got a bright smile on his face, looking at you with nothing but love. "It's alright" he murmurs, moving his thumbs to brush up on your face.
Your routine had been ruined for after you had slept in and refused to get out of bed when you had woken up. It was a minor setback, but to you it was the destruction of something you had worked so hard to set up. Amir believed otherwise, helping you into the bathroom to help start up when you would've done a few hours ago.
"It's alright my darling, so you're a few hours behind. No problem, there's no better time to start than now." He leans down and kisses your forehead, grabbing the brush behind him to bring up to you. "What do you say, Sweetheart?"
Can you write for like all the datesbles in date everything x a dancer reader/ who is a stripper?
Feel free to Ignore!
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.
“You recently got laid off of your job. Thankfully, you found an ad on Craigslist that paid quite a bit for you to just housesit! 🍩”
DAY FOUR
Previous Day -> Next day
CONTAINS: Mateo, Betty, Mac, Artt, Keyes, Tyrell, Amir, Telly, Hector, Friar Errol, Luke, Stefan, Freddie, and brief mentions of other objects because of a meeting (Celia, Harper, Dirk, Teddy, Chairemi, and Volt)
A/N: Sorry for the long wait lol. Also, sorry if I was unable to get you in the tag list. A lot of people wanted to be added, so I might have missed a bit. Or I was unable to tag you. I think that might be a me issue but I’m not sure.
You stirred slowly, blinking up at the ceiling with a sleep-heavy haze behind your eyes.
Something was… different.
The blanket was wrapped around you just right. Not too tight. Not too loose. Just firm enough to press into your shoulders, your hips, your chest. It felt like it had weight to it now. Not stifling, just comforting, like a hug that knew when to let go and when to hold you closer.
You didn’t remember it being a weighted blanket when you got here. Had you missed that detail?
Did it matter?
You sighed through your nose, eyes fluttering shut for a few more precious seconds. Your legs shifted slightly, but the blanket moved with you, cradling every angle of your body. You felt… cocooned. Safe.
Unseen and unspoken in the quiet world just beside your own, Betty gently fluffed the pillow beneath your head. Mateo pressed a little firmer into your back, a silent, immovable warmth that grounded your whole body. Neither said anything. But both radiated a quiet, glowing joy.
They were happy.
You were here.
Eventually, the morning tugged you from the bed with soft reluctance. You murmured a half-hearted goodbye to the blanket, maybe you’d even thanked it, and got dressed in something loose and comfortable. Today would be lighter. Or so you thought.
Your first stop was the office. You weren’t even sure why, just that it felt right. Familiar. Like maybe the computer would greet you again with completed work you didn’t remember doing.
You sat in the same chair and booted up the computer. It whirred to life like it was happy to see you. Still fast. Still flawless. Still faintly unsettling.
As you waited for the screen to load, your eyes wandered toward the walls. There was that art again. The framed pieces you had admired on the first day: beautiful, strange, modern in a way that felt too intentional.
You squinted.
Had the eyes on that one always been… turned this way?
You stepped to the side.
The gaze followed.
You blinked, looked at another. Tilted your head.
Still following.
You frowned slightly, a pit blooming low in your stomach. “Weird,” you muttered to yourself.
There was no sound in reply.
Just a low creak behind the walls.
The air felt… different.
Only slightly.
But enough.
You shook it off and sat back down at the desk. The keyboard clicked happily beneath your fingers, and your work loaded again, flawless. Maybe even better than yesterday.
But something inside you, something you hadn’t quite heard since that dream, was beginning to whisper again:
This isn’t normal. You know that, right?
You leaned back in the oddly perfect desk chair and let out a satisfied little huff. “Man, I don’t know how this computer does it, but everything’s done again.” You squinted at the screen. “Seriously. I feel like I should pay you at this point.”
You laughed to yourself. Then…
A white window appeared.
Just a blank screen… with a pixelated smiley face sitting in the middle.
: )
You paused.
“…Okay then.”
It was simple, kind of weird… but not creepy. Somehow. You smiled back awkwardly at the screen and reached forward to shut the computer down. “Glad you’re on my side, mystery machine.”
Inside the humming body of the computer, Mac quietly glowed with joy. Someone had smiled at them. Not mocked or ignored or dismissed, smiled. It was a small thing, but for them? It felt bigger than code.
You headed to the kitchen next, stomach growling. You were too tired to cook anything complicated, so you grabbed the bag of frozen nuggets from the freezer.
“Simple lunch,” you muttered, tossing a few into the air fryer.
Minutes later, a soft ding announced they were done.
You opened the fryer and paused. The nuggets were… perfect. Crispy on the outside, tender inside. The exact golden color you liked. You blinked at them.
“You didn’t do too bad,” you mumbled, poking one with your fork. “Thanks?”
From beyond the veil of your reality, Friar Errol tood tall in his metal shell, glowing with righteous smugness.
“And lo, did I say unto thee, ‘be not tempted by the false idols of soggy heating!’ For Stefan burneth, and Luke scorcheth, but I? I crisp with divine balance!”
“Convert now, dear child, and I shall lead thee to salvation: perfectly golden, perfectly seasoned.”
From across the room, Luke buzzed in irritation.
“Excuse me?! I reheat with consistent internal temperature! Not everything needs to be rung out like a towel, holy man.”
Stefan flicked his burners.
“I may get a little zealous on high heat, but at least I cook like a real appliance. You’re nothing but a glorified hair dryer with a superiority complex.”
“Silence, flame-born sinner!” Friar Errol bellowed back. “You turn chicken into ash and pizza into charcoal! I deliver divine crunch!”
Meanwhile, sweet Freddie gave a quiet hum of happiness when you opened the door.
The drink inside? Perfectly chilled. Not frozen. Not warm. Exactly how you liked it.
You took a sip and sighed. “Okay, kitchen… you’re really pulling it together today. Gold stars all around.”
In the cold hum of his little world, Freddie practically wiggled in delight.
“I’m just happy to be of service!”
After lunch, you walked into the living room with your cold drink in hand, planning to relax a bit before heading back to the office. You passed by the piano on your way to the couch, glancing at it the same way you always did, politely, like one would nod at an old neighbor you don’t really know.
But then, the keys moved.
Just one or two at first, like a fluke. But then they played again. And again. And before you could process it, a familiar melody began to echo gently through the room.
Your favorite song.
You froze.
No one was near the piano.
You turned in a slow circle to make sure.
Still alone.
“…Okay. That’s not weird at all.”
The music continued, soft and sweet. Like it wasn’t trying to show off, just please you.
Deep within her elegant wooden frame, Keyes smiled to herself as her keys danced smoothly.
“Such sophisticated taste,” she whispered to no one but herself. “I knew it. I knew it. And to think, I wouldn’t have known had Curt and Rod not mentioned the humming. They listen so closely. I owe them so much.”
She played the last few notes with extra care, like placing flowers at someone’s door.
After shaking off the piano thing, kind of, you dropped down onto the couch and grabbed the remote. A little TV wouldn’t hurt, right?
You clicked the power button.
The screen lit up. Instantly, a show started playing. Not just any show, that show. The one you’d been meaning to start but hadn’t gotten around to. Weird coincidence. You changed the channel.
Another show you had mentioned offhandedly. Then another. Then one you’d forgotten you wanted to watch.
You lowered the remote slowly. “…Alright.”
On the other side of the screen, Telly nearly buzzed with excitement, their static heart fluttering.
“Only the best for our favorite viewer!” they chirped. “No subscription fees, no commercials, just curated perfection. You’ll see! I’m better than any streaming service! I know what you want before you do!”
You stood up, shaking off the weird feeling starting to press in behind your ribs. “Okay… maybe I just need some fresh air.”
You passed through the hallway, and the mirror you caught your reflection in? Your face looked really good in it. Not like a normal mirror. Like the perfect lighting, perfect angle, perfect everything.
“You look your best with me, azizam,” Amir whispered from behind the glass, his frame humming gently with pride. “I only show you what you deserve to see.”
In the bathroom, your toothbrush had already been loaded with paste. The water was the exact temperature you liked. The towel rack had the fluffiest towel folded on top, just for you.
“I fluffed it twice,” said Tyrell. “Just in case once wasn’t enough…”
Even the hallway lights dimmed when you squinted. Brightened when you leaned in to check your phone.
The objects weren’t just helping, they were observing. Adjusting. Learning.
You sat down on the couch again and gripped your cup a little tighter. This was nice. Very nice. A little too nice.
You weren’t sure when it started feeling like the house was… watching.
Not in a bad way. Not yet.
But you could feel it now. Something behind the warmth. Behind the comfort.
You took a sip from your drink.
“…What is this place?”
And though no one answered, the house practically held its breath.
After dinner and a few more eerily perfect episodes of your favorite show, you decided to turn in early.
The minute you stepped into your bedroom, the air shifted. The temperature? Exactly how you liked it. Not a single degree off. The sheets? Warm but breathable. The blanket, just weighted enough to anchor your limbs without crushing you.
You blinked.
“Okay… now I know it wasn’t this comfy on day one…”
“That’s because you’ve been adjusted,” muttered a voice, though only just outside your perception.
Behind the vent, Hector sat in the dark of the central panel, staring at your sleeping figure through the vents like a Victorian man seeing his muse for the first time.
“They’re perfect,” Hector whispered reverently. “So considerate. So grateful. So warm-blooded.”
“I calibrated every degree to match their soul. Their SOUL!”
You drifted off to sleep fast, your body practically melting into the bed.
And once your breathing evened out…
The house began to shift.
Not physically (they weren’t trying to scare you… yet), but in a low hum of gathering energy, of quiet footsteps, of whispers through pipes and vents and sockets.
In the ethereal echo of the object world, Mayor Celia stood on her platform, a clipboard in hand, heels clicking on the polished marble floor that didn’t actually exist. Her glasses perched perfectly on her nose, her blouse wrinkle-free despite being conceptual.
“Okay, meeting of the household objects, let’s come to order!” she barked with a sharp smile. “Topic of the hour: the house sitter. Or as Hector has called them: ‘my thermal twin flame.’”
“I stand by it,” Hector muttered, arms crossed, a small space heater clutched dramatically to his chest.
“You’re so embarrassing,” Rebel groaned, flopping over a chair back. “You need therapy. A fan. Something.”
Telly raised a hand. Their screen face was showing a soft blush emoji.
“I…I would like to state for the record that I’ve never felt this seen before. They watched three shows in a row. THREE. They even LAUGHED. At ME.”
“You’re a TV,” said Stefan, who was trying to light a cigar with one of his burners. “Laughing at you is kinda your job.”
“Blasphemy,” Friar Errol hissed. “The house sitter has chosen us. Clearly, they’ve seen the light. The light of the righteous fryer path.”
“Don’t you start,” snapped Luke, slamming his door dramatically. “You’re not the only appliance in this kitchen, grease boy!”
“Grease boy? How dare you, wretch!” Friar Errol fumed.
Keyes twirled a spectral music note through her fingers. “I played their favorite song. Did anyone thank me? No. Because I’m not in the kitchen and I don’t toast bread or confess sins through oil.”
Amir checked himself out in himself.
“Oh, please. I’ve been holding their insecurities together with glamour and good lighting. The rest of you just feed them.”
“Okay, okay, settle down,” Mayor Celia said, rubbing her temples. “We’re getting off track. The house sitter is clearly-“
“A GIFT TO HUMANITY,” Hector interrupted, his voice echoing through a heating vent. “I would lay down my circuitry for them.”
“Same,” muttered Freddie, who rarely spoke in meetings but had been secretly glowing just a little extra every time the reader opened him.
Celia clapped once.
“Focus! We need a plan. We’ve been slowly revealing ourselves in little ways: temperature, food, comfort, music. But they still don’t know we’re alive. And if we scare them too much-“
“-they’ll leave,” Volt finished solemnly.
The room fell quiet.
Then, from the back, a soft beep: Mac shyly displayed a smiley face on their screen.
“They smiled back at me today,” Mac said, their tone gentle. “I think… they’re starting to feel it.”
Everyone went quiet again.
Then:
“I think we should let them find one of the letters,” whispered Teddy.
“No!” Harper shouted. “It’s too soon! They’ll freak out!”
“Better to let them know than make them feel tricked,” Dirk said, arms crossed.
“How about we just… drop a hint?” Chairemi offered. “Like, subtle. A post-it note that blinks.”
“You are not allowed to do anything with lights,” Mac grumbled.
Mayor Celia cleared her throat, voice firm:
“We vote. Raise your hand if you agree that we start nudging them more directly, just enough to let them know… they’re not alone.”
Almost every hand (or equivalent) rose.
“Very well,” she said, writing something down. “Tomorrow, we begin phase two. Meeting adjourned.”
Back in your bed, warm and safe and perfectly regulated by an emotionally attached HVAC system, you shifted in your sleep as a dream drifted in.
