Kinktober has been upon us for a while, so I've been writing these babies up in my free time hehe
I'll def post some more for funsies in other fandoms, but here are these!
TW: It's btd and tpof so what is there not... sexual content, dub/noncon mentions, too many kinks to list fr
If you ain't a fan or aren't 18+ MOVE ALONG
Ren (btd2) :3
Primal play, obvi
Chases you around the house, tries to corner you in the basement, because of all the “fun toys” down there (only a few are fun for you lol)
He’s gonna bite, scratch, make you bleed, and cuddle you later, admiring any marks he left
He’s a verse, so it really depends on whether you’re behaving and his mood
Subby him is very cute
Tug on his ears, tail, he doesn’t even try to hide how much he enjoys being your “pet”
I’d like to think he makes lil fox noises when he’s overstimulated; little yips which he toooootally won’t find embarrassing until later
Yes, he has a knot
Yes, you’re getting that every time
Yes, I think he’s got the prettiest dick of all of Gatobob’s characters– WHAT ABOUT IT
Bro WILL put you in a maid's dress
He’ll also wear one for you if you ask ;3
He’s the sweetest and gives the best aftercare, always murmuring praises and apologies, even if injuries are “for your own good.”
Loves when you call him baby boy
Gets pouty if you call him puppy
"I'm a fox! >:3" which is true lol
Ride him until he cums inside a few times, though, and he won't care WHAT you call him
He's a big fan of overstimulation, mostly on him
Especially if you're "punishing him," he wants you to use his dick until he's shooting blanks
His dick gets really flushed when he's excited; towards the tip, this rosy red, glistening with thick precum
Fav position is mating press, it gets him going like nothing else
He will fold you for hours, just hitting your sweet spot over and over until he's "bred" you enough
Lawrence
I don’t see sex with Lawrence being super often, once a week TOPS for this man
I wouldn’t say ace spectrum, just low sex drive vibes
But when he gets down, he’s a FREAK
I think a verse that leans towards dominant, but likes to be on top
Def has a thing for choking; takes it too far half the time
He “likes when you stop breathing”....okay, weirdoooo
Gets a little mean when he’s about to cum, but then whimpers like a bitch :D
“Shit— fuckin…stay still…st–stay still! *puts his hands around your throat, a scowl painted across his face, before leaning down to moan into the pillow next to your head*”
Sometimes he will want you to roleplay as a corpse, which, if you’re down for that yay, if not I don’t think he’d push it too much
He is into somnophilia, though, specifically with you being the one sleeping/pretending
Prefers receiving head to giving; he finds giving anxiety-inducing lol
He's kinda bad at it anyway (both sucking dick and eating cunt), fucking loser...God, I love him for it...
He has cried exactly once during sex...you still don't know why, but he gets mad if you bring it up
Seldom lets you shower with him, scary ass hoe, but if you get in there, he is super shy
You can get away with doing a little reach-around action and jerk him off from behind
His tall ass starts shaking when you pull that
Honestly, in any position where he doesn't make eye contact, he gets a lot more expressive
Strade
Sex all the time, whether you want it or not, you’re lucky he even kept you
Tops almost always
Obviously a sadist, hardcore
You have to beg him not to fuck your wounds half the time
If you shower, you honestly have to prep to wash up twice cuz he’s gonna fuck you against the wall
At least he can’t dunk your head under water
Threesomes with ren all the time mwahaha
Softer in the morning sex, so best to try and drain him then
He’ll often let you ride him at times like those, or he’ll spoon you and fuck you from behind
Likes to watch you and Ren fuck, plain and simple
I think he’s a huge fan of giving and receiving head
To get him in a mood? Suck him off nice and slow, but gag a ton and breathe as little as possible
If he’s in a good mood? He’ll eat/suck the FUCK out of you. Over and over until you’re shaking, and even then, he might end up fucking you roughly
But sometimes he just gives head and admires your reactions
If ur afab...PERIOD AH PERIOD UH (aka period sex, it turns him on so much it's gross)
Probably gonna piss on you at some point, better than in u tho
Derek
Going off of the “Derek took you home” ending mwahaha
You’re getting fucked EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
You’re always gonna be subbing even if he yanks your ass on top and makes you ride him
Raw. Next question
Aka, if you’re afab, he gave you an IUD with that tracker.
“Like I’ll let some useless whore ruin my life with a kid!”
He almost always wants you begging, even if you’re enjoying it, you'd better act like you’re in pain or he’s gonna make it hurt
Sadistic af, you’re almost always bleeding
An upside is he does like to watch you cum, so you’ll finish most of the time
Seeing you lose it gives him an ego boost, like even if you hate him, he’s still making you cum, so boom double fun
Also, he can be really soft from time to time when he’s tired from work
Exhaustion from his dad can either lead to the beating of your life, or Derek's version of love…kinda
When he’s tired and feeling attached to you, he’ll just make you blow him and then cuddle him and order alcohol for you both
He says he loves you a lot when he's wasted, and might even cry to you about how much he needs you while fucking you terribly
He'll beat you if you bring it up, tho, so don't say nothin
Probably has a thing for public sex, too
He'll take you to parties, the casino, anywhere really, and fuck you right in front of everyone
Mason
Two words. Size. Difference.
Assuming you’re not the same size as him at least erm sorry for those over 6’5
He’s got a thing for chasing you down and fucking you in the woods, as we’ve seen
Sometimes he’ll switch it up and haul you back to the cabin to fuck the shit out of you; man is proud with the “meat” he brought back
Speaking of meat…HHEHEHEHEHE
He’s average length wise but THICK as fuck
You stretch painfully every time he fucks you because he almost always rushes into it
More “animalistic” if he just puts it in rather than prepping you, he says
Rips clothes like it is nobody's business
Secretly gets off on how his clothes swamp you and make you smell like him
Aftercare is actually pretty good here ("Ooooo this is noiceeee! Gurllllll")
Always gives you hearty food and water after, tea if it's cold outside
The morning after he cooks something especially reguvinating so you have your strength for more hunts ;) and cuz he liiiiikes you hehe
Cockwarms almost always after cumming in you
He has walked back to the cabin, carrying you with his dick inside you, because he didn't wanna pull out
You're still getting hunted in the winter btw, that will not end unfortunately
He will always give you a nice warm bath and cuddles after, though, so you don't get frostbite
He's a strong ass man, so he fucks you standing often
Either that or from behind, he's not the biggest fan of missionary but if you beg enough he'll do it
Ceilia
MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY
Can y’all tell she’s one of my favs…hehe
She is always dominant, even if you’re on top you are in absolutely NO control
Especially if you’re a man/masc presenting, she’s gonna love making you her bitch (WE LOVE OUR CANONICAL MISANGRIST)
Don’t worry, girlies! She will still gonna crush you <3
She’ll step on you in the fiercest pair of stilettos and then coo that you’re her “pretty little pet”
Let’s be honest she’s gonna make you paint her toenails (the color of your eyes if she’s feeling sappy), and after it dries she’ll have you massage and suck each one
Not full-on foot fetish, she just likes feeling above you
If you’re good she’ll let you suck her tits
If you’re bad you aint touchin her for a WEEK
Unless it’s to eat her out but even then maybe not
You're getting the strap no matter your gender
The one she uses will usually be a pristine, clear, 6 inch dildo, but she has MANY others
Same with toys; vibrators, wands/rabbits, butt plugs, etc
Back to my first point, she'll make you call her mommy
Or ma'am, but mostly mommy
If you have a dick, expect CBT
Less likely to have your puss tormented if you have one, but don't push it
Domestic sex is not frequent, but if you're in that ending where you run away together, sometimes, if she wakes up after a good night's rest, coffee and breakfast made, it'll be nice, slow, and loving
Edit : I can’t believe I forgot to add my ending gift but here we go ITS LITTLE RENNNN
HIII! This request goes for any of the dateables, your choice! but can I have some romantic hcs of the dateables having an MC who takes care of their younger sibling? (Little bonus if the MC younger sibling sees them as a parental figure) :D
Reader w/ a Sibling!
Featuring: Beverly, Celia and Florence, Dasha, Dunk, Skylar, Tyrell.
FUUUCK I'm a sucker for this trope!! No specific gender for reader and sibling. Sibling cannot see the objects, this is mostly just how they feel about them in gen
Pretty short of each character. Simple and sweet.
You might think that Beverly wouldn't like kids due to her running a bar, but that is far from the truth! She absolutely adores kids, and your younger sibling is not an outlier to this statement.
While she isn't able to make alcoholic drinks, she's always down to make a delicious mocktail. Quietly whispering to you which ingredients to use so it turns out perfect for them.
Seeing your younger sibling compliment how pretty her bar is (the different glass containers sparkle in the light), or how yummy the mocktail she helped you make always brightens her day.
Holds nothing but respect for you, taking care of a kid is hard if she's read anything about it. It's admirable to her how much effort you put into making sure your sibling is happy, even if it means hard work for you.
If she could actually meet your siblings, she would absolutely show them how to do cool tricks with shakers and have them try all the mocktails she knows how to make
The two seem pretty neutral on your younger sibling at first, but as time progresses it's easy to tell they love them.
When you apologize to Florence for your sibling running and stomping on her so much she just brushes it aside, saying it's fine and if anything it feels like a little massage.
Celia is a little hard to read, but through slip ups during conversations you get the hint that she thinks your sibling is a little darling.
Both of them think they're adorable, and ask you about their life outside of the house/before they came to live with you. Always they ask about how their day at school was, or how your day out with them were, asking if there's anything they could do to help you.
They love seeing you spend time with your younger sibling, even if it's just cuddling up on the couch and watching TV. That sibling bond isn't something they've ever had, and it's so adorable to them.
If they were ever able to meet your sibling, Florence would be all over them, picking them up and carrying them around sometimes. Celia would be a little less hands on, but would absolutely hold the kids hand if they asked nicely.
Neither of them would mind if the kid were to barge into the office, much like they don't mind when you do.
Dasha absolutely adores the little bugger! She thinks they are so cute, and tells you as much when she sees you!
Watches as they sit with you as you work and praises them for being so well behaved, even though they can't hear her.
When she finds out you'll be the only one watching over them, she worries for your health a little. You already take care of all the objects, are you sure a human child would be okay? But her fears are quickly put to rest after seeing how well you treat them. And how happy they make you.
She doesn't have any siblings, so she can't relate, but every time it's just your sibling in the office she can't help but worry and watch over them to make sure nothing happens. When you come back you can see her hovering just behind the kid and panicking as they play with scissors.
If she ever met your sibling, it would be a giggle fest. Her picking them up and probably never letting them go, swinging them around gently and pretending to lift them light a weight. Their happy giggles make her smile brightly.
It's no surprise to anyone that Dunk absolutely loves your younger sibling! When he found out they'd be coming to live with you he was already ecstatic for a new buddy to be around the house, even if he can't talk to them.
But the enthusiasm they showed over all the sports equipment you had? Over him? Oh he was practically jumping up and down.
He's absolutely convincing you to go out to the backyard and play ball with them, any ball! Just go and have fun with them! Let him join in on all that loving family memories.
When he watches at you and your sibling play catch, he can't help but think back to his childhood, and the way how he never got to smile like that with any of his family. It makes him really happy.
If he were to ever meet your sibling, he would spend the entire time playing games with them. Any game they want! Ball? Catch? Tag? He's down! Even silly ones like pretending to be superheroes he'd be happy to participate in, just to see them smile brightly- and in turn you smile as well.
Skylar is a little sceptical about the whole thing. I mean, what if they accidentally break an object or hurt themselves on an object? What if they get their hands on her?!
Turns out she's got nothing to worry about, as it's quick for everyone to learn how well behaved a kid they are. And suddenly all you hear from her is how cute your sibling is!
She's one of the few objects that sees your sibling the most, seeing as you almost always have her with you- on or off doesn't matter- which means she gets to see a lot of your interactions.
The bravery she sees you have with them is something that assured her you're a good person, watching you make little sacrifices a lot of people wouldn't even notice for their sake. When she tries bringing it up to you, you simply turn down her efforts and tell her you'd do it a million times over for them.
If she ever does meet your sibling, she's definitely doing something chill with them. Really she isn't good with kids, and probably won't ever be, but some good old chillaxin is something she can do! Sitting on the couch and watching TV or even just watching them and you play games would be something she would be happy to do.
It's a well known fact that he's had bad experiences with kids, watching his friends be ruined due to them (as well as neglect), but he trusts you to not let him suffer the same fate.
And it's trust well placed. While the kid is a bit messy, you're always on top to explain to them how to prevent said messes and how to clean everything up after- including how to properly wash any towels used for clean up.
He's never been put through the wash so many times in a month before, not that he minds the extra time in the laundry room. And it makes him feel a little fulfilled, being able to help you out so much.
When the kid first encounters his little buddy, he's a bit worried they'll accidentally mess him up, but that isn't the case at all. They handle little buddy with care, running to show you the cute towel in the shape of an animal. He's starting to like this kid.
If he ever meets the kid he's absolutely showing them how to shape towels into any animal they want! An elephant? A bunny? A turtle? You name it and he knows how to shape them! Watching them run off to show you the funky looking towel animal they made really sets his heart ablaze, how adorable.
Omg!! Finally, a page for the female dateables!!! You're doing God's work 🙏🏻💞
Could I maybe request Dasha, Celia, Beau, and Sophia with a very submissive homeowner? Like a pillow princess? Always being obedient and barely ever being a brat because they like being praised 👉🏻👈🏻
I NEED MY GIRLS TO GET SOME ATTENTION TOO😭 I left beau out cause i don’t write for her (yet!) but i absolutely will when i finish her story quest thing!!
Dasha, Celia, and Sophia w/ Submissive Homeowner
warnings; nsfw/18+, wlw, heavy dom/sub dynamics, slight humiliation, praise, degradation, body writing, fingering, strapons, costumes
Dasha
Dasha loves how soft you are, but is worried that you might not be telling her if you’re uncomfortable with anything she’s doing - But will trust you after a few initial assurances!
Loves your reactions when she calls you “Good girl” in her thick accent, her strong fingers stroking over your knuckles while she lays her strong body over yours.
“So pretty, so good for me,” Dasha coos, kissing romantically down your collarbones, trailing her lips down your stomach in a way that has you tensing, “Such a good girl. You are a darling!” She kisses your clothed thighs, as if stamping her praise with approval. The heat of her breath, even through your pants, is enough to make you struggle to speak properly.
Dasha doesn’t ask much, she’ll praise her girl if you just breathe near her! Of course she would, you’re her love- but she particularly likes if you do any romantic gesture. Surprise her with flowers, cook dinner, write a love note for her! She’ll reward you all night long for being so sweet, so thoughtful, and now you can take a break from thinking for the rest of the night while you sit pretty on her face.
“A- ah, yes-“ Dasha grunts, one hand kneading your ass cheek while the other pumps two fingers in and out your hole, stretching you deliciously. It’s often she does this, but she never fails to make it feel as if you were experiencing it all over again- Sparks fly as she rubs her fingers strategically against your silky walls, crooking them in a way that has you crying out and seeing stars. “Sweet girl, keep riding my fingers. Feels good, yeah?”
Dasha’ll often manhandle you. Not on purpose, but she’ll absentmindedly put her strong hands on your body to move you- tilting your head to the side to look at her, hands on your hips to shift you to the side. She doesn’t notice it at first, but she eventually does, and she admires the way you’re so pliant when it comes to her! Dasha loves using that, pushing your hands above your head, keeping your legs spread firmly. It drives her nuts!
Sophia
Sophia revels in your obedience, truly thriving with your submissive nature! She’ll have you do easy things like writing her name on your inner thigh, wearing what she tells you to wear- Just to see if you’ll actually do it, and you’ll be heavily rewarded when you do.
“Good little wretch,” Sophia coos, standing over you. She trails the cool metal of her flogger across the marker on your skin. Mistress Sophia, written in large, neat ink across your chest. The blond then brings the flogger up, using it to lift your chin to meet her eyes, “Did you have help? I notice it’s written mirrored, so anybody can read it. It’s a small but wonderful detail. How does it feel to bear my name, wretch?” Sophia smirks as you shift your hips. Maybe you deserved a reward, given you answer correctly.
Sophia’ll have you dress up, of course! Maybe a sexy dog due to your knack of following orders, she thinks you’d look wonderful with a bone in your mouth and a collar wrapped around your throat. A sexy, new secretary trying to appease her boss, or even her as a big bad vampire with the hopelessly desperate human!
Sophia loves to give near impossible tasks, or ones that actively work against you. For example, in roleplay, she’ll give you “Bratty” roles, things that’ll make you act out- Precisely because she knows you can’t stand it!
“Nuh-uh,” Sophia smirks down at you while you’re laid on your back, taking her strap without a single complaint or thought inside that pretty head. “You’re the bratty new maid I need to break in, not the maid who sits there like an obedient slut and takes my cock without complaints. That’s not the role I gave you, is it?” You shake your head, “N- No, Your Highness- ngh!” Sophia ruts her rubber cock deeper inside, “Go on, then. Fight back, sass me- Make me punish you, Wretch.”
She does enjoy your obedience, but she absolutely adores the almost sad, puppy-like look on your face when you do get in trouble. It’s adorable to her, especially when you beg to make it up to her!
Celia
Celia finds you utterly endearing, appreciating every time you’ve made an effort to please, often standing over you and rewarding you with a simple shoulder rub, her hands massaging you in a way that’s nothing less than sinful. She’ll whisper in your ear about what a darling you are, letting the heat of her breathy words settle into knots in your stomach.
She’s strict on keep work and sex separate, but will find uses for you in other ways by keeping you at her side as a “Menial Task Assistant” - A job, and a job where you can get paid do be as obedient as you crave to be. She’ll also intimately reward you with a quiet “Good girl” when you do something she particularly likes.
“Good girl,” Celia breathes a sigh of relief, her touch grazing over your hand as she gratefully takes the Kopi cup from you. She hums at the rising steam, before moaning sinfully as the taste, burning down her throat, “Very, very good, indeed. It’s wonderful for someone to take on the smaller yet uplifting jobs. For morale, of course.” Her morale, but she does also still care for and wants to take the workload off Florence - Everybody wins.
After work is when the real rewards begin, kisses planted across your neck as she hums against your skin, a thumb pressed against your lips as her free hand massages your aching clit. You’ll feel dizzy, but she shushes you, “That’s it, my darling. I know you’re close, it’s a wonderful feeling- I want you to release on my fingers, alright? Should I go faster, is that what you want?”
She’s not one for sex toys, but if she happens upon a vibrator and sandwiches it between both of your aching pussies, allowing her to be on top of you, making out as the vibe becomes soaked in a mix of both of your juices. It’s addicting as she slides her tongue expertly against yours, filling your ears with a harsh buzz that shakes your core, and the sounds of both of you sucking at each other’s tongues, your hands on her ass and one of hers keeping the slippery vibe in place while the other holds your face.
“- hnn! Oh, yes, good girl,” The mayor moans gently, “Keeping kissing my neck, just like that!” She rolls her hips, filled with years of experience as she presses down against you. The pink wand being held between you is slick, slipping against and trying to escape your dropping pussies. You’re not sure whose juices belong to whose, but it’s uncharacteristically messy for Celia, and she seems to enjoy every both of it. Unfortunately, the slipping of the vibe causes accidental edging, frustrating both of you- Eventually Celia stops with a twitching brow, leaning back and forcefully grabbing the vibe, pressing it against your clit, “Sh, it’s okay- I just can’t stand my poor love being edged so cruelly. Just take it, you’ll see so many stars.”
Betty would be so heartbreaking because her whole story is about the yearning she does for you. Then she finally has you and afterwards the letter she would get? OUgh
And of course Skylar the one who made this all possible. You think she would feel guilt at the fact that she's the reason that not only had realized all people, but also was the reason why you met them in the first place?
Reggie did hate you, but you had been clever and somehow had gotten under his skin and now this letter? He hates you, actually hates you now. The pain, the angst AA
Celia and Florence having done so much to keep the household up, not finally free from that burden and yet the one who mattered so much slipping through their fingers and now wishing distance from them. I'm biting on the bars of my enclosure
@gears-twisting-and-turning
a/n ✒︎ YALL ARE FEEDING MY BRAIN WORMS SO WELL; just a heads up tho I haven’t played through MANY routes so if information is incorrect IM SORREYY
listen to she got away from chappell roan btw bc this song literally embodies this au so LOL
God just imagine the heartbreak Betty would experience :(( and it’s not like she didn’t communicate with you after the realization. In fact, she would constantly invite you over to her studio, and you’d show up with the cutest grin adorning your face. Betty then would insist you just need to stay nearby as she directs her actors. However, you would always manage to find work to do. Betty always appreciated it, rewarding you with many kisses. Her little lover and helper.
When Betty receives the your letter, she officially canceled multiple filming days for the first time ever. When did you start feeling this way? How didn’t she notice? You’re her lover for fucks sake, and yet she missed all the signs. Did she make you feel this way…?
If that’s the case, Betty’s glad you got away. She hopes you’ll be able to heal and recover from such a terrible mindset. And if it means she’ll never see you again?
Then so be it.
(So, no need to worry about her. She’ll deal with her guilt, loneliness, and the empty spot next to her alone. It’s nothing compared to the emotions she put you through. Betty would rather have her heart ripped out slowly just to see you smile once again.)
Skylar was the last one to be realized. The forgotten one. The tutorial character destined to be thrown aside for more conventional, more interesting leads. Yet you came back for her, ready to prove your truth no matter how long it would take: that you love her. It was only fair she did the same.
But after receiving your letter— reading it from top to bottom, multiple times until the sun began to set— tears streaming down her cheeks. Skylar’s whole existence is to give love… something you already did unconditionally. Yet, she left you all alone. She naively thought realizing everyone at your own pace would help with the heartache.
Skylar should’ve known the human heart will bleed in secrecy, no matter how much it’s hurting— than bother their loved ones.
(Had you always considered yourself as a ‘bother’? Despite her muddled mind, she continued to bring objects to life because it’s what she was made to do. Each time Skylar finalizes the process and sends them to explore the real word, the objects don’t mention her quivering hands.
If you ever come back with the little hope lingering in her chest, she’ll apologize. Then, if you never want to see her again, Skylar will do just that and disappear.
Because she wouldn’t forgive herself either.)
Okok so Reggie can react in two different ways about your letter. For the lighthearted readers, he 100% approves of what you’re doing. Is it also partially his fault and actively trying to crash out? Maybe. He honestly doesn’t knew whether to be proud or scornful, considering the fact he won’t be able to contact/see you either.
The second way is more angsty. Reggie would think it’s an hilarious prank you were pulling. The classic she-got-away move. He may not be the embodiment of hate anymore, but the emotion is engrained into his soul. It’s his livelihood. When he finally realizes you’re not coming back, he crashes out for real this time.
You were clever. Clever enough to get under his skin, ragebait him into state Reggie has never been in, and secured his love within ten minutes. Then you unbashfully showered him with your ‘hate’ everyday You participated in his groupie when he first made it. Every time Reggie’s eyes shined at the chaos, a mischievously grin displayed on his lips— you only gazed at the man tenderly. You would even brush a lock away from blocking his face.
(“Such a shame to cover your face, yeah? Let the world embrace who’s behind these misdeeds.”
Reggie practically preened at your words, that day, wordlessly leaning into your hand as he giggles. His one and only hater. He doesn’t acknowledge his heart fluttering at the way you would look at him.)
Yet, you decide to leave him behind anyways? Reggie’s hate organization began to wreak havoc even worse than before.
He grits his teeth as he launches a paper ball to signal the start of the groups usual crimes. Reggie feels stupid, and he briefly wonders if this is how Dorian felt like when he rejected him. Fine. If that’s how you want to play, then so be it. Your letter is in tatters— now being used as trashballs to throw at their suspecting victims.
(After all, the worst form of hate is to forget. So Reggie will do just that.)
Celia and Florence? They felt like they failed themselves, the other dateables, and most importantly— you.
Consistently managing and keeping order inside the house certainly causes headaches. However, you changed that. You freed them from their old burdens. Not only that, you taught them about society in general: how to act, what taxes are, medicine need when sick. When Florence felt overwhelmed at the information, you encouraged her. When Celia grew frustrated about her workload, you helped her relax. Then you would bid them farewell at the end of the day, departing with a kiss on their cheek.
Now you’re gone. No messages, no calls. Just a printed out letter mailed to their workplace. Florence wanted to immediately head to your place to apologize— to talk this out, but Celia stopped her, knowing you were long gone. They can only hope for your happiness. For your safety. Even when their stomach twists in desperation, unknowing if you even wanted them to care anymore.
(You had always teased them about their protection. Celia always made sure they received a text from you when arriving home. Under her usual classy demeanor, you knew it was a way to show her affection. You and Florence laugh about it everyday. After all, ensuring you’re safe proves the devotion they share.
With you gone, your text chat remains uncomfortably silent. Sometimes, Florence catches Celia just staring at her phone, almost hoping for something. A usual occurrence since you went MIA. Florence would then wrap her arms around her lover, no words being spoken.
On days where their phone does ding, they want to believe it’s you, texting that you’re back home safe and sound.
As someone with both ADHD and chronic pain (a limp), I struggle sometimes with getting things done around the house and it makes me wonder how certain dateables would react. Like dishes piling up, laundry sitting in the machine or dryer for a few days, vaccuming and sweeping not being finished, missing trash day. I feel so bad when that stuff happens alrady.
hello, anon - this really resonated with me, as i’ve got adhd and chronic pain myself and have trouble with even minor household tasks fairly often.
i wrote several characters with short drabbles into this, thinking about things they might do to help you, consciously or subconsciously. i hope that you like this, and know that any day where you simply do what you can — even if that means just existing — is one that you should be proud of yourself for!
doing your best is all you can do
pairings: daisuke x reader, henry hoove x reader, cam x reader, washford and drysdale x reader, florence and celia x reader (reader is gender neutral for all)
content warnings: light angst. written with reader having adhd and a limp in mind, but can also be interpreted with other kinds of chronic pain
word count: 2.2k
Many things are tiring for you, these days.
It’s a combination of remembering where and when things are, asking yourself when this all started, and knowing that it won’t end, all the while knowing that you have to try as hard as you can to get things done. And often, it’s exhausting just keeping things going when you’re not able to move around, or even when you simply forget to do them in the first place, or when you know you have to do them but you simply can’t — because your body and mind won’t let you.
The pain, whether it’s physical, mental, and often when it’s both, can be exhausting. And you’ve made peace with it, mostly. When you’ve got no other choice, all you can do is let life come to you one day at a time.
So you forget to clean the dishes for days in a row. You leave the laundry sitting in the dryer for longer than acceptable, if you even put it in the machines at all. You let the vacuum in itself gather dust in your closet. You don’t take out the trash until it’s overflowing, until you have to force it back into the bin. And it’s a struggle, and you’re not proud of it, but you’re okay knowing you’re the only one hurt by it.
It makes it all the worse, though, when you’re delivered the package by drone to your doorstep.
When you first put on the Dateviators, in a word, you feel ashamed. Knowing that any misstep of yours actually has an impact on beings around the house, and that they see you all the while, hurts you in a way you can’t express. And even if you put the glasses away for good, you know you wouldn’t be able to forget a hurt or disappointed look on their faces.
The objects of the house see it all too well, and they have formed their own opinions as to the subject. But that doesn’t make them blind to your struggles, and that did not stop you from bringing light into their lives; each of them — in their own way — help however they can.
——
daisuke
Prideful, this man is, and someone who you knew at first sight was greatly pained whenever you would let food crust over on the dishes, unable to do anything about it — why would you disrespect him like this?
But, just as you eventually help him see the value in taking breaks for himself and pursue his hobbies instead of just focusing on work, so too does he notice your struggles; how you try your hardest when you’re able, and how quickly your energy seems to wane on days when you don’t have enough strength for it. How you seem to, in fact, avoid food entirely sometimes in your forgetting and in your shame.
‘Would you like to join me in washing the dishes?’ he asks you quietly one day, noticing the far-off look in your expression.
You startle guiltily, not being able to look him in the eyes. ‘You don’t have to help me out, Daisuke. I was meaning to do it today anyway. I’m sorry for leaving you alone like that.’
‘It is no trouble, truly.’ He pulls out two chairs, positioning them near the sink, and bids you to sit down, offering you a towel with one hand. With the other, he picks up a plate, and delicately begins to clean them, gently soaping the ceramic and running the sponge over it to clear the scraps of food you’d left behind. When he is finished, he hands it to you — not as a command, but as an invitation for you to join in.
The two of you make slow, steady progress, stopping every so often to take breaks; you are both aware of how crucial rest is, and it helps you manage your energy and pain better as you make your way through the pile, one by one washing, drying, and even managing to set each dish back into the cabinets.
You know that, subconsciously, you are doing it on your own and do not have someone with you, but when the charge runs out and you lift the glasses, the dishes are nonetheless clean and sparkling.
——
washford and drysdale
You worried that by letting your clothes rest in the hamper for too long, or letting them sit in the dryer, you were only feeding into the negative aspects of the two biggest relationships to be found in the laundry room; you recall with remorse times in which you forgot to collect your laundry from the machines, driving further wedges into Harper’s jealous tendencies and Washford’s brooding solitude.
But while Harper and Dirk’s relationship seems to have sprung several leaks that you don’t think you’ll ever manage to fix, you managing to get Washford and Drysdale back together has meant the world to them, and they would want to repay it in kind, especially when you are experiencing difficulties of your own.
To avoid another reprise of the Pale Betrayal, they decide to put on a show so tantalizing that you simply must watch it play out, motivating you to come back any time you need even a scrap of fabric, and giving you a tangible sign of progress past watching it disappear into the machines alone.
And if they wait for a long time in between showings, they do not mind - now that they have each other, they can perform the greatest acts anyone has ever seen, just for you.
You’re cheering from the front row, mesmerized, as the two acrobats tumble around each other, flipping and folding and wringing clothing in mid-air; Washford is suspended upside-down from a harness, holding a free-swinging Drysdale by the hands. It’s all terribly alluring, and the flying colors make it all the more worth it to have managed the trip to the laundry room today, especially when you can appreciate such a marvelous view while doing so.
Washford suddenly flings Drysdale up into the air before leaping off himself, the two of them landing on the ground as gracefully as cats, and they catch all the clothing in their arms. The crowd, you included, gasp appreciatively.
They continue like this for a while, At some point Drysdale is juggling mismatched socks, tossing them down to an equally juggling Washford, and still finds time to extend a hand out to the cheering audience — but pointing it in one very specific direction.
‘Are you watching, cherub? This one’s for you!’
——
henry hoove
Hoove is no stranger to sweeping things underneath the rug, and he knows that you’ve done plenty of it recently since his bag hasn’t been empty in ages, and he’s covered in the very same stuff he vacuums up. He’s not going to complain all that much — you’re not the only person who he tries to keep his feelings from — but he notices all the same.
That doesn’t mean he hasn’t picked up a few tips on how to manage, though. He’ll suggest that you work methodically on a few sections of a room together, or set a time limit for you to give it all you’ve got. And if that’s not enough, there’s always stuff in his bag to take out.
Whenever you need to take a break, he’ll be there for you, too — whether that’s through getting a drink, seeing a game, or just chatting.
You’re ten minutes late, stumbling into the laundry room and panting hard — there’s an indisputable look of self-reproach in your eyes, one that’s only tempered by the pain you’re clearly in.
‘Hah — so sorry, I’m late, Hoove. I don’t think I’m up for vacuuming today. At least not the whole of the ground floor.’
‘Hey, no worries! At least the hardest part is over - you showed up, didn’t you? Maybe we can go over some stuff together, one room at a time. We can go as hard as we can for half an hour, too.’
And his smile is so easy, so accepting, that you agree to give it a shot, and you spend the next half hour having much more fun vacuuming up dust than you thought you would today.
You only manage to do half of the ground floor, but half is better than nothing. And you beat him in a Hankees trivia contest while you’re at it.
——
florence and celia
Florence and Celia are two of the most important surfaces of your house that need cleaning in every nook and cranny -- but because they’re such large areas to work on at once, you’re often overwhelmed just looking at them, much less cleaning them.
Florence has never been mad at you for this. Rather, she’s worried for your wellbeing. All the tasks to do around the house and you still find time to sweep a silly fuddy-duddy like her? She appreciates everything you do, and her heart hurts when you’re limited from doing anything you love, not just cleaning.
Celia, by contrast, is irritated at first. as mayor of the household, she needs to keep a tight ship, and it’s hard to when you as the houseowner outrank her and spread unintentional chaos. But, like Florence, she can see how hard you do work and the lengths you go at to make it up to her and the dateables. it’s hard work being a human, and you’re doing so much already just being you.
The two of them decide the best way they can help is by telling other objects to make it as easy for you to do the housework as they can. This means minimal staining, minimal spilling, anything and everything to make it less of a chore for you.
And, as co-mayors, they can deal with enough between them to give you all the space you need to recuperate.
‘Oh, dear, are you alright?’ Florence asks, crouching down and taking your hand in hers.
You nod stiffly, tears pricking at your eyes. ‘It’s just — I’m just having a worse day today than usual, I think. I’m not going to be able to help as much today as I said I would. I’m sorry, I —‘
‘Shh.’ Now Celia’s there, too, kneeling gracefully, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. ‘Sit, and have some tea. I’ll handle things from here.’
She rises and walks out of the office to address the din; the noise of the objects outside swallows the sound of her footsteps, and you sniffle. Florence gives you a hug, her carpet cardigan brushing against your skin - it’s soft, but dusty, and you’re overcome with guilt again just feeling it.
‘Don’t you worry, okay? Why don’t I give you some extra milk and sugar?’
You rub your hand over your eyes, smiling at her gratefully. ‘I’d like that. I’m so sorry I’m not able to do more right now, Florence.’
‘Don’t be.’ She looks at you, face soft, kind and warm and forgiving all at once. ‘You tried! You tried today. And there’s always time tomorrow for you to give it another go.’
You sit on the couch together, and sip at your tea as it warms you from the inside, and you feel better for a short while, at least.
——
cam
Cam, ever the collector, is elated at you having so much to give him, and so little to take out. It really makes for a nice hill to be king of.
But he can also see how you’re more hesitant, more apprehensive each time you come to the garbage can now, not even looking at him when you toss something his way, and that bothers him. Not because you’re not talking to him. Obviously. It’s just obvious that you’re feeling like — well, feeling like garbage.
He may not say the right thing at all times; maybe a phrase can be a little harsh, a little cutting, but you know he can be honest with you when you need to hear it. He won’t make excuses for you, but you know he’s always got your back — and a compliment from him, since it's hard-won, means the world.
‘Hey. You need to take me out.’
You flinch, scoffing once you meet his eyes again. ‘Is that some sort of flirty hint? Never pegged you as the type.’
‘No, fizz brain. I mean put me out on the curb. The “real trash bin me”.' He doesn’t shy away from telling you these things, but in moments like this he softens the blow, his voice losing its edge. ‘If you don’t take it somewhere else, how else are you going to give me more cool shit? Can’t talk to me if I can’t hear you.’
It seems to strike a chord with you, and your shoulders slump. ‘I know. I’ve just been really distracted by everything lately. I’m going to try and do it by the end of today, if I can. Thanks for reminding me’
‘Well, good then. Proud of ya.’ The words sound strange in his mouth, and he hastily adds, ‘Or whatever.’
And you giggle, at that, the tension dissipating — you look no less in pain, but it’s like a weight has been lifted from you at his encouragement. ‘I appreciate it.’
a/n: in real life, i know that there aren’t any humanoid figures suddenly appearing to help me with my chores, but maybe if i manifest hard enough it’ll work...
also i apologize for completely forgetting that dishy exists for daisuke's part
Dorian and Celia hcs pls in dating a sweet but clumsy reader who often trips on there own feet getting easily injure and also can be gullible as they can get easily trick into doing something they shouldn't like Stella selling product Airway
Best believe I can!
Date Everything with clumsy and gullible reader
Dorian
Always there to break your fall ;)
Seriously, whenever you trip, he seems to appear out of nowhere, catching you easily with a smirk as he warns you to watch your step
While he hates you getting hurt do to your own clumsiness, he loves being able to catch you just to have an excuse to hold you and have you smile at him.
When he notices your tendency to get scammed, he starts paying more attention to the people who interact with you
At any sign of you being scammed, he's looming behind you, glaring down at the person who dared try and take advantage of your gullible nature.
He'll also help you become a bit more scrutinizing to notice scammers but he's happy to protect you himself any day of the week.
Celia
While she doesn't catch you as much as Dorian, she notices the signs just before you trip, and she'll put one hand on your shoulder or waist to steady you before you even stumble.
She'll also fix any crack or bump in the floor or rugs that might cause you to trip so she can prevent it before it even happens
She finds your clumsiness endearing and she's happy to put in a little extra effort to keep you from hurting yourself.
When it comes to scammers, she takes preventative measures to protect you and others
When she realizes you're being scammed, she'll gently let you down before finding out who attempted to scan you.
Once she finds them, she warns everybody in the house about it and basically ruins their scamming career
While she might not be able to prevent it in the moment, she'd never let you waste your money on some scam and she'd never let the scammer get away with it.
an INCREDIBLY fun request from @dwnrdsprl and my first TPOF fic ever! thank you so much, julian, i had a blast with this one <3
“Take your clothes off, pig.”
You didn't know how you'd gotten here.
You were standing in an abandoned office, your surroundings smelling of dust and dank and mildew like it hadn’t been used for a while, dressed in a stranger's clothes, a shirt and tie and ill-fitting trousers that trailed on the ground (you were too short) and clung tightly around your waist (your hips were too big), all while a strange woman was threatening you with a taser and making you strip for her.
You remembered voices. You remembered the blurs of red and blue and the occasional flash of green, and then nothing but pain.
Your head and body were still throbbing from the jolt back to consciousness, but you swallowed tightly at the barked order, your eyes wide like a deer in the headlights and almost flinching out of your skin as you hurriedly reached down and hastily untucked your shirt from your waistband, shaking fingers fumbling with each of the delicate, little buttons after you untied your tie and tossed it aside.
Celia watched you carefully as you fumbled inelegantly with the buttons, her dark eyes narrowing scrutinously. She tapped the end of the taser against her thigh, silently threatening you if you didn’t obey her orders, her pantyhose creasing when she crossed her legs a little tighter and folded her arms over her full chest.
The gesture just made your hands shake even more, as you nervously wet your lips, your eyes on the floor.
“Stop shaking,” She ordered with a sharp frown. “And get to it. Faster.”
"Mmf," You bit your lip hard to resist a whimper, quickly moving your hands down to unbuckle your belt and pull down your trousers, your boxers damp with sweat. "S-Sorry..."
“You should be.” Celia snapped, her eyes narrowing further as she raked her gaze over your cowering form, eyeing the nervous sweat that was gathering on your trembling belly (what little she could see of it with your shirt still on), clearly relishing in just how quickly she had gotten you to obey.
That was made all the more obvious when she smirked as your trousers went down, an airy titter falling from her painted lips.
"You're disgusting, you know that. Like a cowering, sad little dog." She purred, her crossed legs bobbing idly against the desk she was atop of. "You're lucky it was me who picked you, you know. Otherwise, you wouldn't have stood a chance~"
Your jaw tensed a little at the memory (knowing that she was probably right, you wouldn't have survived whatever the other two lights had in store for you) and you stared down at the ground before stepping out of your trousers and pulling off your shoes (ugly, you would never have worn them yourself) with them.
"You look like you're trying not to piss yourself," She giggled even more, idly covering her mouth with another mean titter when your cheeks flushed a mortified red, before shaking her head, her luscious curls bouncing at the gesture. "Don't cry. It’s not fun if you break this early, and I'm easily bored."
She leaned a little closer, lowering the taser to her thigh as her fingers curled around her own chin, regarding you like a specimen under a microscope.
"Get on your knees for me."
You whimpered softly, holding onto the trailing tails of your work shirt (keeping it pinned still against your sweaty body), your eyes flicking from her smirking face and down to the taser in her lap.
You knew that you didn't have the option of arguing with her. Or, if you did, you wouldn't survive the outcome.
So, you obediently sank down to your knees for her, pressing your slick thighs together and trying your best to appear composed, as opposed to the shivering mess you felt like.
"You're better behaved than I thought you'd be." She hummed with a slight smile (though you could tell that there was a flicker of disappointment in her gaze too, maybe she had hoped to deal with a rowdy hostage). "Most men are sooooo disobedient for a powerful woman, which is so boring, you know.” Her eyes flicked over your trembling thighs, noting the way they rubbed together as you knelt.
Her smirk growing wider, Celia then uncrossed her legs, slowly parting them a little more so she could look down at you.
“I'm…pleasantly surprised.” She said softly, smirking even more when your eyes went up, met by the rising hem of her pencil skirt and a flash of her dark panties through her pantyhose. “You just want to make me feel good, don't you? Make me happy…like a good, little dog."
"Y-Yes...ma'am," You murmured, your cheeks burning a little darker as your eyes went down again, not wanting to look, to appear disrespectful.
Celia chuckled at your chivalry, her heel lifting so that she could run the tip of her shoe under your jaw, forcing your face up so you were looking directly at her.
"Look at me," She commanded, her heel then resting against your lower lip, tilting your head up slightly further. "And don't avert your eyes again, understood? You don’t look away from a lady when she’s talking to you. It’s not polite."
"Nhhh..." You groaned softly against the toe of her heel (expensive, patent leather, much better quality than the shoes she had given you), clenching your hands between your trembling thighs, sweat soaking into your shirt as your body grew more and more hot…for whatever reason.
“You really are pathetic, aren’t you?” She teased, her smirk growing nastier as she moved her heel against your throat, pushing slightly against it and making you swallow tightly. “I’ve barely done anything, and you’re already shaking. Some kind of man you are. Hm!~”
Another chuckle escaped her painted mouth when you let out another whimper, your windpipe tightening slightly as she pressed more pressure against it.
"Shirt off. Now."
You swallowed hard, unable to resist her order as shaking hands reached up to finish the buttons on your shirt, and shoving it from your shoulders...
Revealing your binder.
“Oh!”
Her eyes then went wide with surprise, sitting back on the desk and pulling her foot away from your throat. and they went wider still as she saw the thick, white material of your binder stretching over and binding your chest.
"How…interesting,” She murmured softly, her spread legs quickly pressing together (almost tightly, too tight to go unnoticed) as she took a firmer grip of the taser in her lap. “But…didn't you say you were a man at the auction house?" She asked, her voice growing from soft and commanding, to teasing and almost spiteful.
"I am a man," You said, your voice shivering, sounding almost like you were telling yourself, just as much as you were telling her, watching as she stood to her feet and paced closer towards you.
Celia just grinned, unexpectedly delighted as she stepped even closer, leaning down and taking a firm grip on the hem of the binder.
"Oh, this is just perfect~" She purred, pulling you into her, your knees aching as you were forced into an uncomfortable squat. "I thought I was getting some worthless, little boy at the auction house, but oh no," She let out a little titter. "I'm getting a cute, little girl instead. How wonderful for me!"
Your face went bright red and you tried to pull backwards.
"I'm not-!" You squeaked, struggling as she pulled you in again. "I'm not a girl!"
Celia’s other hand pressed the cold metal of the taser’s prongs to the underside of your chin, forcing you to look up at her again, the teasing smile never leaving her beautiful face.
“Are you sure about that?” She asked, her eyes narrowing with a cruel gleam (reminding you so clearly of the girls that used to bully you in high school) as she pressed the taser a little harder into the sensitive skin of your jaw. “Because this pretty body looks like it belongs to a girl.”
"I don't...l-look like a girl," You stammered, shivering as she took a firmer grip on your binder, the taser digging into your skin. “P-Please don’t, nh…”
“Don’t? Don’t want, hm?” Celia tilted her head slightly, her long, luscious hair falling over her shoulders, unwaveringly attractive in spite of her brutality (or maybe because of it). “Don’t call you a girl? Don’t play with you like this? But you’re making such a pretty picture right now~! So vulnerable and scared, it’s adorable!”
She giggled, her knee lightly bumping against your chest, before she shoved you back onto your ass, standing above you, her hands on her hips.
“Take your binder off. Show me the girl you really are~”
You whimpered again, biting your lip hard as your eyes started to burn, feeling the beginnings of humiliated tears starting to gather along your lashes. But, unable to argue or worm yourself out of the situation, you hesitantly reached upwards and pulled at the hem of the binder, rolling up the cotton and elastic and revealing your full chest.
You didn’t have any choice, you told yourself, staring at the taser as the tears began to run down your burning cheeks. You had no choice.
“Oh, this is just getting better and better,” She smiled, taking another step closer to you. “Look at that. It really is a shame, you know, pretty girls like you covering themselves up…pretending to be men. My heart breaks for it, truly, it does…”
You tried to inch yourself backwards, to get away from your captor, your bare body scraping along the rough carpet of the office room. But Celia just followed you until you ran out of space, trapping you in the corner of the dusty room, a smirk spreading on her face when you realised that you had nowhere else to go.
“No running away now, sweet girl.” She smiled, before squatting down to your level. “Now stay still.”
"Mm," Your lips trembled as she slid a hand over your ankle and up your calf, almost stroking your skin admiringly.
“You do have lovely legs,” She murmured, squeezing your calf gently as she slid her hand up towards your knee. “Mm, it would be better if you shaved them though, that’ll be the first thing I make sure of. And thennn…” She drawled, settling down on her knees in front of you. “Just imagine how pretty they’re going to look, all dolled up in some silks, perhaps. Maybe some nylon, or even lace?”
"I-I don't know..." You murmured, quickly pulling your knees up to your chest, away from her touch. “I don’t…want to do that. Boys don’t do that.”
"Oh, don't give me that now," She snapped with a roll of her eyes, grabbing one of your ankles tightly, her nails digging into your soft flesh as she pinned it down against the ground. "We’ve already established that you did a pretty shitty job at trying to be a boy. Which means I get a nice blank slate to work on…mm, well, mostly blank~”
Her harsh grip relaxed slightly, turning back into slow strokes.
“Sooo, we just need to work on making that…spirit of yours a little more obedient, don’t we?” She smirked indulgently, her touch drifting up your calf and towards your thigh. "So, you’re going to say: 'Yes Mistress, that would look so pretty,’ aren’t you? Like a good, little girl.”
A deep, shameful heat was set alight in your core, making it twist and tighten painfilly, and your expression grimaced before you could stop it.
Celia’s smirk faltered slightly as she noted your face twitching, her manicured nails digging further into your thigh as she leaned into you, her face inches from your own
“You’re going to say. ‘Yes. Mistress’.” She snapped, her tone harsher than before. “Do it. Now.”
"Y-Yes...Mistress," You whispered, your voice as small as you could make it, head sinking down slightly against your chest.
“Good girl, there we go,” She praised with a smile, her grip shifting from your thigh and sliding up to the underside of your jaw, forcing your face up to hers again. “And what are you going to say next?”
"That...would look s-so pretty," You said, your head feeling more and more hot as you spoke.
“That’s much better, sweetheart. Very good.” Celia murmured. "You know...I'd gone to that auction to get some of my frustrations out. Find some...man," She said through a tight sneer. "To break down and hurt as much as I pleased, they’ve done more than enough to deserve it. Oh, but I found you instead," She smiled like a switch had been triggered in her mind, though her grip did not relent on the taser. "A sweet little thing who was just hiding from me. It's nice how things work out, isn't it?"
You were quiet as she spoke, keeping your eyes locked down on the taser at her side, before switching back to her, unable to really give her an answer to her question.
After a moment, she chuckled and rolled her eyes.
“And you know the best thing? I know you won’t fight me on this. And you know you won’t either.” She tittered again, her hand smoothing down your chest with a little sigh, eyes narrowing with poorly concealed lust. “I know you don’t have the balls to fight me.”
You cringed at her phrasing, feeling all the more ashamed knowing that she was certainly right about you, that you wouldn’t fight her.
Even if she didn’t have the taser, you probably wouldn’t have fought her.
“Well, maybe that’s not totally the best thing,” She then murmured lowly, the hand on your chest slowly curling to cup one of your breasts, her pencil skirt now having completely ridden up and showing the waistband of her pantyhose. It was a pretty tantalising sight, even if she was insane. “Maybe, the best thing is knowing how much you’re enjoying yourself, too~”
"I...mm," You moaned, squeezing your eyes shut as she touched you, a manicured fingernail idly teasing the bud of your nipple as her body inched closer to yours, forcing your legs to spread to accommodate her.
“Do you like this?” She purred, her other hand reaching down as she pressed the heel of her palm against the front of your boxers, feeling the wet heat underneath. “Ohhh, I think you do. I don’t think you really liked being a man, did you? You just felt like you had to…like so many of us girls do, just to get by in this world, hm?”
“Ngh,” You tried to shift your legs together but found your resolve to resist her weakening all the more, by the second.
“Yes, that’s it,” She murmured encouragingly, idly squeezing your flesh with both hands, teasing each bud of pure white pleasure until you were shivering desperately against her, seeking her, even if it made you feel bad afterwards. “But I hope that I’m convincing you that being a girl is a much better decision for you. Don’t you think girls are pretty, sweetheart? Don’t you think I’m pretty?”
"You're...v-very pretty," You admitted softly, your hips bucking against her palm.
“Mm, thank you, my darling, but I’m much more than just pretty. That’s your job, isn’t it? To be my pretty, little girl, and nothing else?~" Celia chuckled, suddenly pressing two fingers to the ‘gusset’ (because how else would you describe it) of your boxers, feeling the wetness at its source. "Such pretty eyes, such a pretty face…what a pity you're wasting it by pretending to be a man."
"Hhh..." You breathed out, trembling even more as she touched you, your thighs tensing either side of her and gripping the carpet in curled fists.
“Oh, I’m really going to enjoy you,” She purred, leaning in even closer so her face was only an inch away from yours, her long hair falling over and brushing your shoulders. “You’re just going to be a pretty, little doll for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
"Oh god," You murmured, your face heating up even more as you hid in your palms. "D-Don't...say something like that...hhh..."
“But it’s true,” She chuckled, her breath hot against your skin as she brought her lips to brush your jaw, her tongue darting out slightly to drag along your skin, tasting your sweat, your fear, your pure arousal. “You want to be good, you want to do as I say, and you especially want me to be happy, don’t you?”
"Nhhh..." You groaned as her tongue dragged along your jaw and down your neck.
“Now now, don’t whine,” She scolded, her tone warning and worryingly matron-like. “I didn’t give you permission to do that.”
The hand between your legs idly pulled your boxers to the side then, revealing your wet and puffy labia to the cool air of the office and letting her touch you without the barrier of moist cotton in the way, the drag of her smooth fingers feeling like heaven between your hot folds.
“Say it for me, sweet girl. Say ‘I’ll be a pretty doll for you, Mistress’.”
"F-Fuck, mm," Your brain felt like it was short circuiting as one hand reached out, desperately, to cling to her shoulder (surprised when she let you do that much), your thighs clenching on either side of her body, suddenly breathing quite hard. "I'll...nhh..."
“Come on,” She murmured, bringing her lips to your ear. “All of it, or I’m going to shock you.”
You felt your body tense up when you felt the sudden sharp press of the taser against the soft flesh of your inner thigh, your wide eyes pulling back to meet hers, only finding a coy and almost innocent expression, like she was pulling an especially mean prank on.
"I'll…”
“All of it~” She reminded you again, more pressure on the taser.
“Mm,” You breathed out a little sigh through your nose, squeezing your eyes together tightly. “I’ll…be a pretty d-doll for you, Mistress..."
You felt a sudden blunt force against your cunt and your bloodshot eyes widened agains as you felt Celia force the taser (prong side down, thank GOD) inside of you, your cunt swallowing it hungrily in spite of the agonising force behind the firm plastic.
“Good girl,” She drawled with a smug smile, her voice thick with praise and satisfaction like artificial syrup, nuzzling her cheek against your temple. “And you’ll be the perfect doll for me, won’t you? You’ll let me dress you however I like, shape you however I like…isn’t that right, doll?”
"Uuuh huuuh," You whined, your voice pitched up and dumb and your entire body trembling as she forced the taser deeper inside you, her thumb rubbing circles around your clit as she did so, giving you something to enjoy while she invaded your insides.
"Soooo, when I say you're going to put some weight on around your butt and hips," She grinned against your cheek, pushing the taser somehow deeper inside of you (while still having a firm grip of the end of it). "And grow your hair out, so you look like a real girl again, what does my doll say?"
"Yes Mistress," You drawled, breathing hard as your head tilted back against the office wall, feeling the nonconsenting pleasure and heat of it behind your eyes. "Nnf, yes Mistress-!"
“Oh, this is just too good,” She drawled, suddenly grinding her hips against your thigh as she started to thrust the taser in and out of you, breathing hard against your skin as her hips gyrated in time with her brutal thrusts, like she was pretending to fuck you in place of it. ."S-Stick your tongue out for me, doll."
“Ahhh…”Your lips parted obediently and you stuck your tongue out for her.
Celia let out a short huff of breath, a small shiver going through her (to which she grimaced, almost as if a shiver was giving away too much vulnerability) as her own breath got hotter, before she leaned even closer and slowly licked up the side of your tongue, a perverted (fetishised) facsimile of a kiss.
"Nn, good doll..." She groaned into the messy kiss..
"Nhhh," You moaned mindlessly against her lips, as she kissed you like a woman starved of it (and maybe she was), your eyelids fluttering as your eyes crossed, your cunt clenching tightly around the length of the taser as she continued to tease your clit and oversensitive nipples, your body just growing tighter and more wanting of relief underneath hers.
The hand on your chest dipped down and grabbed your hip, giving herself a firmer object to grind against and digging in hard enough to leave marks. Her tongue forced its way into your mouth, a hot, heavy mass of writhing muscle as she leaned against you, panting against your parted lips.
"Nn..." She managed to breathe, her voice almost desperate. "You don’t know how happy this makes me, doll. I’ve only just got you, and you’re already such a good girl...hah…”
"Mm..." You shivered, keening forward to lap at her mouth, hungry for her, any preconceived shame abandoned in the pursuit of her twisted rendition of pleasure.
“Ah-ah,” Celia breathed out a mean chuckle, pulling back from your mouth and daintily wiping a small bit of saliva from her chin, fixing her smudged lipstick. “Down, girl. You still need to behave…”
She chuckled again at the sight of your flushed, needy face, tossing her hair from her own flushed cheeks, like a model in an especially pornographic shampoo commercial.
“You’re so cute…just makes me want to eat you up~”
You licked your lips with a dazed expression, both wanting to keen in for her and to stay still, to play the good girl she wanted you to be.
“Good girl,” She murmured (because you’d made the right choice in staying still), taking your chin between her thumb and forefinger and tugging it forward, (nudging the taser just a little deeper and making you whine for more). “You’re not used to being a girl, are you, sweetness? I can tell. You need a little guidance…but that’s alright. I’ll help you with that. I’ll help you with every step.”
She smirked, gently rubbing the drool from your bottom lip and smearing it into your skin.
“You’ll be my new personal assistant, first of all, and you’ll help me with my day to day tasks in a cute outfit like mine…then, I’ll promote you to be my maid.” She listed with growing glee in her eyes. “With the uniform and all…oh, you’re going to look cute as a button!”
You breathed harder as the pacing of the hard thrusts picked up, staring dumbly up at her in silent agreement as you drooled, mindlessly, your head lost in pleasure.
"And then," She said, bringing her smiling face close to yours, close enough that she must have been able to feel the heat from your body, smell your sweat, just as you could smell her perfume, sweet and musky. "When you've gotten rid of my husband...I'll make you my little housewife~"
She grinned and gave your drooling lips a quick little kiss, pushing the taser to its very deepest inside of you.
Your eyes, once again, shot wide at the painful intrusion, and you cried out, tipping your head back, as you were forced into an excruciatingly tight climax, all over her fingers.
Cecilia feels jealousy and depression just like anyone else. She worries when she sees you with someone else laughing at what they said or when you tell her something someone else did that you appreciated. She does not let these feelings affect her actions in noticeable ways. Ceci wants you to be happy even if you won’t be with her. So, Cecilia wears her usual soft smile and takes an interest in your conversations with her.
Despite this, Cecilia is highly attuned to you. She can tell you when you’ll have a cold from the rain. Ceci knows without looking when you’re upset over something from the simple change in your energy. She knows everything that could bring a smile to your face and effortlessly gifts it to you. Ceci seems puzzled when people say you’re quiet and difficult to get to know. She tries to help by explaining everything she knows. When the left corner of your mouth flicks upward, you’re trying to conceal a laugh. The slight furrow of your brow combined with a frown means you’re confused and thinking. Cecilia doesn’t understand how people don’t see these obvious to her details.
GUSTAFA
Gustafa always thought he was an even-keeled kind of guy. He went with the flow and didn’t let someone’s anger stoke his own. Everyone has their struggles, and he could roll with that. Things changed some when you came into the picture. Gustafa felt himself becoming annoyed when others would spend time with you. His grip would tighten on his instrument ever so slightly while he glared through sunglasses. Gustafa knew he shouldn’t feel this way. It wasn’t like the two of you were dating or engaged. You were free to hang out with whomever you wanted. Gustafa would just prefer those people weren’t other eligible bachelors or bachelorettes.
That was before you started dating. Gustafa was over the moon happy you chose him. He wanted to make sure everyone knew, also. He’d lace his fingers through yours and pull you closer to his side as the two of you walked through town and gave you a peck on the cheek before parting ways. Gustafa quickly discovered how to make you swoon and focus on him alone. He’d lean forward just enough to allow his glasses to slide down and reveal his eyes when smiling at you. Gustafa abused this trick when your conversations drew on, and his arm around your shoulders didn’t divert your attention back to him.
MARLIN/MATTHEW
Marlin knows he naturally looks surly. It had never been a huge problem in the valley. People there were nice enough to greet him and leave him alone if he didn’t want to speak with people. Then you arrived. Your ceaseless attempts to see him every day wormed into his heart. Marlin was very blunt in sharing how bad he thought your crops were but admired your determination to get better and how you clung intently to his advice.
It started small. Marlin would glare from your side as someone encroached on his time with you. He didn’t think it was any different from his usual look. Marlin is pleasantly surprised with how quickly people finish speaking with you, leaving the two of you alone again. As the two of you grew closer, Marlin expressed worry about your trips to the city to see friends. It wasn’t a safe place like the valley, especially with how late you stayed out. Marlin insisted on accompanying you to walk you home through the city streets and mountain trails for safety.
NAMI
You were at the beach chatting with Nami about wanting to visit Coco Island one day after Pui talked about it. He didn’t mention many details, which is why you were intrigued. During your conversation, Molly caught sight of Nami and you. The blonde greeted you both warmly, asking what you were talking about. Molly gushed about how sweet you were to donate money to Pui like that. Nami asked about the cafe and if Griffin was working alone, grinding Molly’s conversation with you to a halt. After Molly parted to return to work, Nami spoke to you. “You know she was flirting with you, right?”
Nami left when you asked what she meant. Molly had acted the same as always. You were still fretting over the miscommunication days later when you came across Gustafa playing outside his yurt. You were talking with him about what could have made Nami so mad when she appeared on the path toward the beach. When she saw you sitting with Gustafa, she glared before turning around and heading in the opposite direction. You gave Gustafa a quick goodbye before hustling after Nami.
“You must be into Gustafa now. I didn’t expect you to be the type to switch so quickly. But to each their own, not like I care.” You frantically explained both Gustafa and Molly were just friends. You liked her, not either of them. You were trying to ask what you had done to upset her to fix it. Nami stood quietly, taking in your worried look before muttering not to worry about it. She ignored your confused look with a blush and asked, since you were already there if you wanted to walk to the spring with her.
ROCK
Rock believed himself to be not only the most stylish guy around but the most laidback as well. After returning to his parents’ inn after a spate of bad luck in finding a job to make him happy, Rock was living his best life. Rock could laugh off most everything without an issue, but as he grew to like you, he began having trouble. Why did everyone always want your attention? His parents would whisper bets about what bachelor or bachelorette you would settle down with. They never included his name, even though he made you laugh more than anyone else. The feelings simmered away until they came to a boil when you talked about a funny story about something you did with another person.
“They don’t deserve you - I don’t deserve you. But at least I’m aware of it,” Rock pouted. After overcoming your shock, you reassured Rock you weren’t interested in anyone except him. His goofy antics stole your heart a while back. So, Rock took that as a go-ahead. You were shocked when Rock gave you a high-class lip stain to wear. He claimed it was just something small to help your lips from being chapped. Rock asked to see the color on you. He thought it would match your complexion and just wanted to be sure. After checking it out on yourself and loving it, you kissed Rock on the cheek before getting back to work. That had been hours ago, so why was he still wandering the town with a stain on his cheek and a smug look?
