You’ve started wearing more since using a dateviators and the objects are vary confused about their feelings
Inspired by a post from @pustak31
•the objects were so happy when you got Skylar, finally they could talk to the person they’d been admittedly staring at for a while now.
•but could you blame them when all you ever wore was your shirt and underwear around the house?
•the first time you walked into the kitchen like that? Friar Errol nearly passed out, and Cabrizzio forgot to speak English for the next hour.
•heck sometimes you went without a shirt too, it’s your house, who’s gonna stop you?
• certainly not Tony, who got a front row seat as you fixed your air conditioner in the summer. Despite is flirtatious attitude, that day? He just fully froze, beet red and looked away as much as he could.
•Hector, poor thing, he passed out the minute you opened the door.
•Celia was up to her arms in issues from objects bumping into on another, or break things in their panic and fluster.
There was a meeting held in the living while you took a bath, that way they would know you would fluster anyone while they talked. “Honestly everyone, it’s just clothes.” Celia said, she promptly ignored Cam’s shouts of “Or lack of!” as she continued on “We all need to get over it and get back to normal.” Then the door to the bathroom opened up and they stared in shock as your walked down the stairs donning…nothing.
Celia breathed deep and closed her eyes. They were all doomed.
• when you first put on Skylar you were pretty shocked to find out about all the objects in your house and how they watched over you.
• then you had a moment to yourself and realized that maybe you had been way to comfortable looking back on it.
•the change in your wardrobe wasn’t very subtle. From that day on you would ware shorts and a shirt at the very least.
•Heck you even dressed up a bit every now and then, the red shirt your almost never was at least getting some use.
•As grateful as the objects were for you considering their comfort.
•Yeah no, they missed it so much.
•they would never want you to feel uncomfortable, but you were really hot and they never really minded seeing you not dressed up.
•Tony, Curt and Rod started pleading with Hector to crank up the heat. Which he almost did but he stayed strong in your honor.
•everyone envies the bathroom objects. Bathsheba holds it over their heads like a trophy. Amir goes on and on about your beauty.
•Betty is about to beg you to go back to sleeping partially nude, she misses being able to feel you skin against the covers. It brought her a lot of comfort and helped her sleep better.
•Celia had to hold another meeting because of fighting.
This time the meeting is held in your bedroom, you took clothes in with you so they aren’t worried about you walking in anytime soon. Everyone is up in arms about who gets to see you and in what, Volt is holding back Eddie from strangling Amir who was talking about your time posing in the mirror after a bath. Meanwhile Bathsheba was being protected by Dunk from a very frustrated Harper and Dirk, although he looked like he was on the verge of tossing her himself shockingly.
Celia finally raised her voice to get their attention, this meeting was going nowhere without some guidance. “Enough everyone! We all are very stress right now, but there is no reason to fight.”
“Easy for you to say!” Johnny shouts from the back. “You get a front row seat no matter where they go!” Celia couldn’t argue with that, she was everywhere. Gaia then spoke up “You don’t either Johnny! YOUR their shower!”
“In the downstairs bathroom, they hardly ever use me!” Johnny practically cries.
Celia tries to calm everyone down again “Be that as it may, us fighting isn’t going to help anyone. We have to find a solution that everyone agrees with.”
Florence then speaks up for the first time since the meeting began, “Couldn’t we just, ask them to go back?” Everyone paused and looks at her as she keeps speaking, a little more nervous “I-I mean, if they’re uncomfortable with it then find no harm done, but if they’re doing it so we’ll feel more comfortable then… maybe we just say we’re okay with it?”
Nobody is sure if it’s the best solution, but it’s the one that has the most agreement for it. Celia claps her hands and breaths a sigh of relief, “Then it’s settled, when the human puts on Skylar next we’ll have a discussion with them about the matter.” As she’s about to close the meeting the bathroom door opens.
And it seems you forgot to bring a towel in with you. Nobody says a thing as you walk to the closet in your birthday suit to grab one. But the tension that was in the room before almost seems to both relax and intensify at the same time.
TW: NSFW, Fingering, Somnophilia (Consented ofc), Oral, Nipple Play, Slight mention of Reader being insecure, NOT Proofread.
A/N: Last request for today!! #BedTime
ᝰ.ᐟ Tony is STRONG
ᝰ.ᐟ So strong, in fact, that he can pick you up no problem.
ᝰ.ᐟ His gloved hands usually clutch around your legs, lifting you up and kissing you as your thighs squeeze his torso.
ᝰ.ᐟ And he loves to throw you onto the bed. Every time you’re hot and bothered, he’s picking you up and running to your room.
ᝰ.ᐟ Tony loves watching his necklace dangle in your face as he pounds into you. Positions like Missionary and Mating Press are his best friends.
ᝰ.ᐟ His fingers are thick and calloused from all of that hard work he does. They’re ’perfect to finger a pretty girl like you.’ He says with a subtle wink.
ᝰ.ᐟ And he is good with his fingers. He likes to lay you down on his muscled thighs, one hand slapping the fat on your ass while the other starts to prod his finger tips into your tight cunt.
ᝰ.ᐟ Loves to receive. Of course, he loves seeing your face as he goes down on you, but after a long day at work, Tony loves to just relax. So giving him a blow job would definitely make his day.
ᝰ.ᐟ Physical touch is probably one of his ultimate love languages, though. Tony adores when you curl up on his chest. His hands grip at your waist, stabilizing you on him.
ᝰ.ᐟ And when your heavy tits press into his chest, he’s a goner.
ᝰ.ᐟ Tony sits you down on his lap, hands stroking your thick thighs while his head leans down to take a nipple into his awaiting mouth. His scruff never fails to tickle at your skin.
ᝰ.ᐟ And sometimes, when he’s feeling extra dirty, he’ll lather up your nipple with his spit before pressing the cold metal of his hammer against you.
ᝰ.ᐟ He just loves how immediate your reaction is, when grabbing his bicep as your spine shoots straight up letting out a soft yelp in the process.
ᝰ.ᐟ Sleepy sex is pretty common with you two.
ᝰ.ᐟ Normally Tony has to work late, fixing the other appliances of the house. So when he gets home, watching your thick body wrapped up in a blanket, he remembers your consent to do anything he wants in your sleep, and he can’t hold himself back.
ᝰ.ᐟ His cock will sink into you slowly, hands gripping at the sheets beside your head as he gazes at your sleepy face. Even if you wake up, he’ll keep going.
ᝰ.ᐟ Tony loves your chubbiness. The way you look in skimpy clothing makes him go INSANE, even if you don’t like it yourself.
ᝰ.ᐟ He’s probably ripped up three pieces of lingerie this week with how excited he is to get to you.
ᝰ.ᐟ With how eager he is to fuck you, It's hard not to appreciate your body. Tony is like your own personal hype man, even if he doesn't know it.
ᝰ.ᐟ And with Tony’s strength comes consequences. During sex, if he ever unintentionally hurts you, he’ll freak.
ᝰ.ᐟ Apologies would be hurled at you like bullets as Tony soothes you, before serving as your personal butler; ready to get anything you need.
note: reader is referred to with they/them pronouns, you can decide if you do or don’t know about Hector’s placement in this fic
Once you and Betty started seeing one another, the bedroom became much more lively than it had been in months. And he was glad, Betty’s pining for you, the beautiful human of the house, was beginning to bother the plush mattress and it was noticeable by all of the objects in the house. Your own mood increased greatly, but that was also due in part to building connections with the various objects in the house and having people to talk to face-to-face rather than through screens. Even he’d gotten some face time with you, albeit one-sided due to him staying in his comfort zone of the vent as you smiled up at him through your conversions.
Betty had told him that you were very obviously flirting with him, wearing shorter shorts around the house and intentionally stripping in clear view of the vent while hoping that he was watching.
“Snuggle bug confides in me, y’know.” Betty had told him once, adjusting her own top in a way that was meant to tempt him as he played with his fingers through the grate. “Tells me all their most intimate secrets, fantasies too.”
And he’d wondered about those fantasies, wondered what you’d thought of while you played with yourself all this time — whether you were aware or not of the many pairs of wandering eyes taking note of the way you brought yourself pleasure. Betty hadn’t answered, wanting to respect as much of your privacy as she could while hinting that you’d been interested in the mystery of the vents. A mystery he’d wanted to reveal and was waiting for you to trust that he meant it when he said that he wanted to meet you face-to-face.
And tonight Hector fears he can’t let you wait much longer.
Watching as Betty had you spread out, both naked and facing the vent to give him the full image of your beautiful bodies in that shared bliss, was a bit more than he thought he could hold himself back from. She’d already made you orgasm once with her head between your legs, and now she had your trusty vibrator between your legs, lazily pumping it into your pussy as her other hand held your breast.
“Oh look at you, snuggle bug.” Betty coos, kissing your head as she watches your hips roll to match her pace. “You look so pretty all spread out like that for us. Can’t wait to make you come over and over again.”
But when she looks up, meeting the gaze of the voyeur situated in the vents, Betty throws a seductive wink his way before pressing her thumb down on the part of the vibrator that paid special attention to your clit to pull some more sweet sounds out of your pretty parted lips.
Some say that to love is to let go.
That is true, to you at least. You choose to let go of your companions, or some, lovers. those objects turned human you lovingly called dateables that you’ve come to keep close to your heart. their various charm and personality, some even have dreams akin to a real human. That's why you have to let them go, you love them, you realize them and you let go.
but after they’ve gone, how cruel for you to only leave them a letter and an empty house in their name.
Or, they left, forgot about you and you died
Chapter 1 : The Time Limit
Chapter 2 : Chasing Ghost
Chapter 3 : Letter From A Corpse
cross posted on ao3
Love is cruel, but it is also a burning fire that keeps your heart afloat. you let them go, is it because it's the right thing to do or is it your selfish excuse to not let them see you at your worst state?
it started fairly normal, you moved to your house provided to you by valdivian corp, a comfortable two story 1 bedroom house, perfect for you and your needs. it started as a cough, long after it was bloodied, you ended up wasting (too many for you to admit) tissue boxes you kept stocked. Then it's the sudden loss of consiousness, you initially thought it was just a stupid hangover (though it's more often than you let on) then it's the doctor visit that changed your life forever.
The disease has clung to you like a parasite, sucking you out of your life. You don’t even remember when or how you contracted that disease, doctors only shake their heads and give you a pitiful look as they read out your diagnosis. Your relative holds your hand tightly, almost comforting, but you know deep down that you are alone in this battle against the joke that is your mortality.
and after your job is, as your manager puts it, limbo-fied , You got a sudden notification from a user named tinfoil-hat. who sent you a mysterious package containing what seems to be a pair of sunglasses, Skylar pops out and drops the bomb that you can…date your furniture??
“not only your furniture! But also everything!,” you remembered her say, you remember her giggle as she enthusiastically explains the whole ordeal, that your house is full of conscious objects you didn’t even know.
admittedly it all happened so quickly, and the next few months are the best thing to have happened to your life, you meet the dateables, some end with love and some your ride-or-die companions.
but oh you, dear you never stopped to think why you out of all people is chosen for this testing hm?
Tinfoil-hat is a real good liar isn’t he? coating his sweet lie in a little bit of truth. While it is true that he chose you due to how low you are on the payroll, it is also because he had known of your disease for a long time ago.
someone who has no loyalty to valdivian? perfect, someone who will meet their end sooner or later? That makes it easier.
After what it felt like months bonding and forming relationships with the dateables you found out about “realization” or in other words the ability to grant life to the dateables, for them to fulfill their wishes and dreams, for them to walk their own life without restrain, for them to be human.
it's a little bittersweet really, you want them to be their own person, but how pitiful it is if you are left all by yourself alone, once again.
then you remembered your limited time, how months of happiness you felt is only a small mercy, a gift, for you to have the privilege to forget all about your own mortality. Then again, you also don’t want them to see you at your most pitiful state right?
–
first it was the bedroom gang, which makes sense, at least now you have the privacy of your bedroom without your partner or friends being worried about your frail appearance. so you let them go.
then, it was the foundation of your house itself, like dorian, wallace, florence and celia, curt and rod, windowlyn and lux, they don’t need to see the letter you had prepared.
then it was the bathroom gang, each had their own dreams and aspirations, they didn't need to see the blood you coughed out in the sink.
then it was the kitchen, then the living room, the attic, the grand piano,your breaker box, your globe, your magnifying glass, the gym gang, your existential dread, the literal personification of literature, your geode, the time capsule, the rat trap, the water heater, your nightmares, your phone, even zoey, the ghost in your attic.
and the last to stand was the office and Skylar.
—
you sighed, putting on your dateaviators and is mentally prepared to help them kick start their lives as humans.
you knocked first, for formality, mostly, and then you walked in. you can feel the door metallic handle being slightly colder than it used to, considering Dorian is no longer here.
and immediately the office gang swarmed you, greeting you like an old friend or lover.
“Hey human!” Shelley excitedly comes to your side.
“my fellow trash artisan!” Jerry greets you.
“the code of my happiness!” Mac smiled.
“care for another round of gng?” Chance winked at you.
“Need some more romantic advice?” Dasha teased.
and that’s just a speck of all the people in your office and their affections for you, whether it’s platonic or romantic. After you converse with most of them you gently sit them down and prepare to make an announcement.
“everyone! I am ready to realize you all!.”
Some of them looked wide eyed and the room exploded with chatter, about their plans to face the world, their dreams and aspirations. you smiled softly, it was perfect, this is the perfect finale of their story in this house.
Skylar popped up beside you, smiling also equally wide as yours, after all, you have come close to the ending.
“Skylar, if you would allow,” You stepped to the side letting her take center stage
“Alright! lets do this everyone!”
–
A few days later, the last of the office gang has departed, now your house consists of you, Skylar and Mac who are preparing for departure.
Mac is accepted in a very high paying tech job (not affiliated with valdivia thankfully) and you allowed them to move out to focus more on their career. A few employees of the company they worked at even offered to help them move to the company dormitory.
The sky had reached its golden state by the time Mac finished packing, it was beautiful, a fitting setting for a bittersweet final act if you would say.
“Okay, okay- I’m ready!,” even with the confidence in Mac’s voice it doesn’t hide their nervousness, you kneel beside them and hold their hand, squeezing it lightly to comfort them.
Mac looks at you, their eyes soft, and sighed.
“it’s gonna be alright,” you say, “sure it’s scary and the real world is not as forgiving as the comfort of home but please remember that I will always be here,” that's a lie, Mac doesn’t need to know that
“in my heart?” Mac teased, giggling a bit.
“No, here, silly, this house,” you also laughed, that laugh dissipated to a comfortable silence, “you know, if you need something you can always return here or well just ping us in the group chat,” you point to your phone.
“haha, yeah…” then you both slid into another silence.
“...are you gonna be okay?” Mac asked suddenly, your eyes widened slightly.
“Of course I am, what makes you think otherwise?,” your heart dropped, does Mac know? you make sure you never use your computer for health problems after you awaken them, how..? is it her?.
“you know..you look..frail and sick,” this time, Mac hands squeezed yours, you stare their green eyes, contemplating on telling them the truth.
Hesitation will not guide them anywhere, much less to their bright future. Let them follow the path you have carved for them, let them follow the countless bright stars in the sky, follow anyone, anything, but you
“I’m gonna be fine,” you conjured up a smile “even if i’m not you can always count on Farya and Hank 3 to come and save this damsel in distress no?” you giggled slightly.
Mac looks at you with an expression you couldn’t quite comprehend.
“Mac!” Both of your attention is diverted by their coworker calling them. “We finished loading, let's go!,”
“Oh- okay Alright wait for a bit!,” Mac responded, he turned back to you.
“I’ll miss you,” Mac smiled, their gaze soft, longing, it hasn’t been long since your relationship started with them after all.
“I’ll miss you too,” your hand caressed their cheek, then you move your hands to hug him, “Please don’t hesitate for even a second,”.
Mac doesn’t know what that meant, it's better off that way.
you released them from your hug, and then you helped them to move to the car. their coworkers then helped them to sit in the car.
the engine of the car started, blaring loudly.
“Saying goodbye?” one of Mac’s coworker asked, Mac nodded and turns to you.
Mac give you a small smile, “Bye, see you sometime,” they gave you a peck.
“See you sometime too, Mac,” you returned their kiss.
The tinted window closed after you bid them a final farewell, as you watched the car appear smaller and smaller in the distance, your heart felt a little pang of sadness, the golden sky above your head truly does fit this bittersweet end.
Then, you heard footsteps too similar for you to forget, you turned your body to face the entrance of your house, Skylar was finishing her packing too.
“Going right now, Skylar?” your red sweater sways by the wind, you moved towards her.
“Yep!,” she sounds excited, dragging her baggage by her feet.
you stopped a few steps away from her, creating a distance. “Need help?,” You asked.
“No! it's fine, i was familiarizing myself with this being..human thing,” she answered bubbly.
“Alright then,” you moved to the side allowing her to walk towards the gates, but she stopped right in front of you.
“so…this is it huh?,” She puts her hands to her backside.
“Anticlimactic isn’t it?,” you chuckled, “But neither you nor I are one to say goodbye,”.
She hugged you suddenly, startling you.
“Let me- Let me feel your warmth for the final time,” she said sheepishly, you returned her hug and it lasted for a good few minutes.
“your warmth is the same as any human, Skylar,” you whispered to her hair, she only hugged you tighter.
you wanted to stop time and let the imaginary credits roll for this goodbye. it’s all over, you weren’t sure of what to think of it, but strangely you only felt younger at the oldest you’ve ever been and ever will be.
—
It has been a good few months since the turned-human departed from your house. You had always lived alone, well, before Skylar’s arrival you thought you were alone. Now the house only felt emptier, the fake visage of warmth that you conjured up long ago is ever more fragile now.
the first few weeks your house is always crowded by the dateables who’s visiting you, the group chat you and Phoenicia created (and you lovingly named “House on Hold”) is bursting with massages, some updating what they were doing with their newfound life, Gaia travel around the world, Eddie and Volt’s new business, Mateo’s special enforcement to save animals, and many more. You’re even generous enough to make a channel where Barry can ramble on and on about make ups without crowding the main group chat.
When January rolls around they even go through the trouble of celebrating new year together with you, in which that is the best night of your life. The doctor said that your symptoms slowed down, which gives you hope and allows yourself to indulge in their presence.
they don’t need to know the concerned call of your neighbor who found you passed out from your condition the next night
Then a few months later the visiting hours reduced, after all, they’re human now they have their own responsibilities, they still check up on you via the group chat.
and then it was reduced to Goodnight and good morning massages.
then.., nothing.
You thank whatever it is in the universe that allows you to erase yourself from their narrative peacefully, no fight, no resistance, just a still silence that will accompany your undoing.
as you packed your things to leave the house and move to your relative’s abode, you spotted the red sweater that you neatly folded on the bed that once was betty, it was the ‘Amazing Red Shirt’ that you always wore when you first meet the dateables, truthfully you didn’t even know what's the appeal of that sweater in their eyes, yes it was nice, and it is comfy but you never figured out why they liked it so much. you were thinking of taking the said sweater with you when you move, but because they liked it so much why don’t you just leave it? maybe a small gift accompanying the letter you had prepared.
you walked to the sweater, touching it, feeling its softness and the fine craftsmanship that goes into making it, you had always liked it, it has always accompanied you since your college days. You looked to the table near your bed, a lone letter that you wrote on your sleepless nights.
you took the letter, feeling the weight of it, the erosion of time had taken its toll on the letter, yellowing out its edges, you inspected it, the letter is held together by the bond of a dark brown thread and a red stamp to completely seal it.
Considering it contains not only your words for them it also contained the deed to your house, it was surprisingly light, you looked around to where you would put it.
you opened the neat fold of your sweater and put the letter in the middle of it, then promptly closed it.
—
6 months later
Skylar sighed as she typed the last of her essay that was due in the middle of the night. Her mind drifted to her memories, to you.
“Being human is hard, but somehow in the end, despite it all, it’s all what you will ever want to be” You said, it was you and her on the porch of your house, sitting shoulder to shoulder, cracking jokes and lighting up conversations.
Skylar could imagine you smiling a shit eating ‘I told you’ grin but she can’t help smiling at her imagination. she has missed you, she always does, everytime she tries to check, her stupid work blows up or something. You know, when she thinks about it, Skylar hasn’t seen or heard about you from any of her fellow dateables,
Her heart beats faster, worry creeping on her back like thorny vines. She quickly opened her phone, and scrolled to look through yours and hers massages, her last massage to you was 4 months ago, with no reply.
Now, she is thrown into full blown panic, she opens the House on Hold groupchat, her phone almost slips from her hands from how sweaty it is, she tries to control her breathing and she types quickly.
House on Hold
Skylar @/everyone
Has anyone heard from our human in these past days??
fluff/smut headcanons with: eddie and volt, amir, cabrizzio, and cam? (if thats not too much ofc!! was gonna add in tony but I didn’t want it to be too much for u but I do not mind at all if you sneak him in I love him so much!)
also if you do anons can I be 🍓 anon? :D
yes you certainly may!! my first anon eeee hiiii 🍓 !! i also lovelovelove tony i had to include him
fluff / smut headcanons ft eddie&volt, amir, cabrizzio, cam, tony
cw : nsfw, mdni, gn reader
.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑ eddie&volt
fluff
one thing is for sure you are never bored with those two! if you feel like being outgoing and want to party, you'll go with volt and dance the night away, talking to everyone in sight. if you wanted some quiet time, eddie was willing to let you watch as he did maintenence (and begrudgingly lets you help, but he's secretly worrying about you getting hurt the whole time)
volt is so sweet on you all the time, no matter the time or place. constant compliments, teasing whispers in your ear, always having to touch you in some way
eddie prefers to keep his affections with you and volt in private, however he certainly won't shy away from holding your waist or giving you a kiss in between his tasks
after hours though, once everyones out of the breaker box, they're both all over you, finally having no one to bother any of you
omg eddie&volt can get so possessive. never against each other, but if they feel someone's had your attention for a little too long.. suddenly they're whisking you away into the office
smut
eddie is usually rougher and in charge, while you and volt usually do whatever he says. however, when they team up against you, it's like a game of good cop/bad cop
they love bending you over the desk in the office, eddie fucking you from behind and volt fucking your throat "you're.. too.. nice, livewire," eddie groaned, enunciating each word with a sharp thrust. "going around.. like you don't know.. who you belong to." volt can't help but dreamily sigh at eddie's words, his hand pulling your hair as he fucked your throat. although, his words are always much gentler. "they can't help it, can you, my spark?" volt would pitifully ask you, as if you could answer with his cock down your throat. you moan at his words, causing a sharp hiss to come from him.
separately, eddie is usually dominant over you. he needs to get his frustration out somehow! if you're lucky he'll allow you to take care of him, finally getting a chance to relax
he's secretly a slut for recieving head. it is one sure-fire way to get him to relax and get him to do whatever you want
volt is all about pleasuring you. you are his first priority and he will make you cum at least once before he lets himself
HE IS SUCH A MUNCH!!! he can give head for hours
.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑ amir
fluff
he is such a flirt, but once you are together he only saves it for you
absolutely worships you!! gifts and treats and compliments, it never ends with amir
any negative thoughts, he'll immediately shut down. no one's talking about his love like that!
sooo many loving terms in farsi!! azizam (my dear), delbaram (my sweetheart), jānam (my soul)
he'll sit you in front of his mirrors, lovingly gaze at you, and list every single thing he loves about you
"your smile, azizam. it positively lights up any room, brighter than any star in the sky." he'd sigh, a kind smile on his own handsome face. "and your eyes. i could just get lost in them, and yet.." he'd pause, meeting your gaze in the mirror. "i can't seem to look away."
he is so quick to spoil you. anything you even mention you want, no matter how expensive or low-costly, he'll make it yours. a new pair of shoes you saw someone wear? it's there. a rare press of a vinyl you like? it's all yours
smut
THE praise king
he aims to please you and make you feel loved, like the only person in the world.
he loves eye contact, and will make you maintain it with him. he just loves seeing your face and the expressions you make because of him
he can be such a switch
if you ever want to top him, he's more than willing to do whatever you want
he is so whiny when he's submissive, but he's still complimenting you while he's under you
amir is laying on his back, you on top riding him as he's holding your hips. "s-so good, jānam," he groans, watching you with heart eyes as he let you set your own pace. he could tell you were getting tired doing it on your own, making him pity you. he couldn't let his darling love go unsatisfied! taking matters into his own hands, amir held your hips still, quickly fucking up into you as your eyes widened and mouth fell open. "f-fuck, azizam," he groaned, "keep those eyes on me."
.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑ cabrizzio
fluff
he is such a charmer! so many compliments in italian, even if you can't understand him. he just thinks your confused face is just adorable!
constantly flirting with you, trying to win your affection, even though you're already together
"sei uno spettacolo da vedere, amore," he sighed as he lovingly watched you brush your teeth one morning from the bathroom cabinet, with you still groggy and half-asleep and mouth full of foam. you furrowed your brows at that, only deciphering his petname for you. "...did you just call me ugly?"
italian petnames!! amore (love), tesoro (treasure), cuore mio (my heart)
absolutely loves to cook for you! he'll ask daisuke get authentic italian dishware just to serve you with
pastas, pizzas, even homemade gelato and limoncello, if you ask for it he'll make it!
he'll ask rainey turn on bossa nova and have you dance with him, him leading you around the room
another man who absolutely spoils you! anything you ask for, he'd make it happen, just to see you smile
smut
another man who aims to please. his love always has his full attention, and won't stop until he's satisfied
takes such good care of you, treating you like the fine china he holds, with all the care in the world
he cannot find it in himself to degrade you, you are the light of his life and you deserve to feel good! praises you left and right, no matter what
he looooves overstimulating you, making you feel so good you simply can't take it!
"vita mia.." he groans into your sex, having made you cum twice already. you're overstimulated, crying out of pleasure as you tug on cabrizzio's hair, but he can't help himself. "'b-brizzi!" you manage to cry out, making him chuckle and pull away. "si, amore? what can brizzi do for you?" he asks, a gentle mocking lilt in his voice.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑ cam
fluff
he loooves calling you stupid petnames just to irritate you. but of course you do it back
"hey, honeybunches." "hi, stink stink"
his favorite petname for you however is bug, so cute
LOOOOOVES teasing you in public. never loud enough to be heard by others, but whispered in your ear just loud enough to turn your face hot
he is so incredibily possessive over you, though he tries to play it off and fails. he'll get so pouty and grumpy until you reassure him
"go talk to that limp-dick candle holder instead, why don't you," he muttered, pouting like a toddler at remembering seeing you talk to scandalabra, who was being much too friendly, for his tastes
just run your fingers through his hair, hold his face so gently, and look at him with all the love in your eyes, and he'll be yours once again
"you jealous, cammy?" you tease, running your thumb over his jutted-out bottom lip. he didn't bother responding, as you both knew the answer, but he refused to admit it. "let me show you how much i treasure you.." you mumbled, scratching behind his ear and down his nape. you grin as you watch him sigh and let his eyes flutter shut; putty in your hands.
smut
like i said before. HE IS SO DIRTY AND NASTYYYYY
he can be so degrading :( calling you a dirty whore, his cumdump, his plaything, he'll edge you so hard too
"such a dirty little thing you are," he practically growled, hips harshly snapping into yours. "touching yourself without me knowing. you think i'm stupid?" he asked, not giving you a chance to speak with the way he was slamming into you. frantically shaking your head, you try to please him as you're chasing your high. "n-no, cam-my!" you cry out, so, so close... until he stops moving completely. "it's a damn shame, bug... i don't think i'll let you finish."
i won't even limit him to an underwear thief. he's definitely fucked anything you've touched and decided to throw away
an old pillow case? had your drool and sweat and tears all over it, what's not to love? an old washcloth you had used to clean yourself up after masturbating? he's sucked licked AND fucked it
so incredibly shameless about it too, he loves "getting caught by you" he does it on purpose
which in turn gives you the chance to dominate him, which is usually his perogative in getting caught. he wants to rile you up, make you take him any way you want
.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑ tony
fluff
another HUGE flirt, but again once you get together he tones it down with everyone else
has a wide range of petnames for you: sugar, doll, dollface, sweetness, sweet thing, babe. he honestly never calls you by your real name, it's always some sort of petname
he is actually so clingy he always has to be touching you. hand around your waist or in your back pocket, minimum of one limb touching you while he slept, it just brought him a certain comfort
LOVES when you compliment him and boost his ego
"wow, you're so strong, tone.." you dreamily sighed, squeezing his strong bicep as he chuckled. "think so, sweets?" he was so flexing on purpose
if you want something built or renovated for the house, he is ON IT. he'll postpone all other jobs he has (that are non-emergencies), just to make you happy
"tony i want-" you're cut off by tony on the phone with his boss, "look, bossman, i'm already on the job. it'll be handled- yea, dollface?" "i want a gazebo for the backyard.." he nods along, giving his attention back to the phone call. "alright, alright, somethin' came up. important project matters, you know what i'm talkin' about," he goes on, ignoring the confused protests from his boss. "sorry, i'm outta commish. gotta build my sweet thing a gazebo."
he usually comes back to you sore from working on different job sites, and he turns into such a big baby about it
"keep rubbin' my back, sugar," he'd groan, upset that you even had the gall to get up and stop. "tony i have to pee!"
smut
he is such a tease, always riling you up before he has to leave for a job. usually he feels nice enough to satiate your needs and give you a quickie before he goes
calls you during his lunch breaks, tucked away in a private bathroom, as he's fisting his cock to the thought of you
"god, you looked so fuckin' good, sweet thing," he groaned into the phone, leaving you a voicemail. he had to leave for an early job, all while you were asleep, sexy and vulnerable. "wanted t-to fuck the shit outta ya b'fore i left.. should'a woke you up," he whined, "'n fucked ya back to bed."
he's rarely submissive, always taking charge on job sites and taking care of you
he loves giving head omg his stubble just feels amazing in all the right places!!
he's a bit more selfish in bed, but he still takes care of your needs and makes you cum at least once
★ : summary : Chance can't handle his alcohol, or the sight of the homeowner still in that goddamned dress... at least, he can't handle the thought of you wearing that for anyone other than him
★ : content aware! : excessive consumption of alcohol, breeding kink, sex under the influence, choking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids!), p in v sex, oral, lots of oral, cockwarming
★ : authors note :: hihihi! this is my first ever Date Everything fic so please let me known if you like it & send me your requests! this fic is also on AO3, please consider leaving some comments & kudos over there!
★ : genre :: smut
You sighed, slumping back into the curvature of your office chair. Another day, another 10 rejected job applications, and another 10 or so hours you'd sat scrolling Indeed for another job. After getting fired from Valdivian, Mac had watched you spend countless hours scrolling about for something new, dateviators perched on your nose. You'd spent so long scrolling, in fact, that you'd totally forgotten that you were supposed to be meeting Chance, your D20 at the Breaker Box in an hour! Mac sighed softly and closed all your windows, and pulled up your calendar "Y/N... Are you forgetting something?" They hummed, watching your eyes widen, and your scramble to tidy your desk a little, as the realisation dawns upon you...
You'd never want Chance to feel like you had forgotten hanging out with him, especially not after he'd confided in you that he'd been tossed around before, and you hurried your way into the bathroom, where Amir and Barry were waiting for you, and Johnny had already started the shower. "Darling! We knew you wouldn't forget your hot date!" Amir beamed, as he took your jacket, and you blushed profusely as you stepped into the shower. "Amirrrr, it's not a date..." You grumbled. “Just a few drinks between a GM and his intrepid hero” is how Chance had worded it, and you couldn’t help but wish that it was... But Chance is your best friend out of all the dateables, and you're not about to ruin that now! And besides, he literally took Penelope on a date last week, so you know you don’t stand a chance…
“Y’know, hun, if that sack of dice can’t see how gorgeous you are, then do not sweat it!” Barry coos as he starts on your hair as you get out of the shower, blowdrying it while Amir runs off to get closet Dorian and Harper’s help choosing an outfit for you. “Barry… He’s already…” Barry cuts you off with a gentle hand on your chin, and a smile. “You are dazzling, darling, now let’s get you feeling good before you head off to meet your man.” Your eyes roll a little, but you can’t help but giggle at Barry’s kind words as he fashions your hair into a glamorous curled updo, and beats your face with his makeup expertise, making you look like you’ve come straight out of a Hollywood movie.
In the meantime, a very nervous Chance paces around in the attic, while Parker, your loveable board games, holds two shirts and a set of dice. “C’mon, Chance! It’s just a shirt, fella!” Parker holds both of them up, as Chance stops to look at him. “Ah, I know, I know its just… I don’t wanna make this date a critical fail…” He looks at the shirt and takes the left one out of Parker’s hand. A crisp, off white, with the faint pattern of a map across it. With a soft sigh, Parker claps a hand on the d20’s broad shoulder, and pulls him into a hug “Awh, buddy! There’s no way that’ll happen! I even rolled for your relationship and it said love! The dice never lie, Chance!” The broader man chuckles deeply, as he slips the shirt on, and does up the buttons. Not being in his usual dungeon master outfit felt odd, but he wanted to have you saying ‘holy crit’ when he walked into the bar. He stands in the mirror for a moment, smoothing down his shirt and slipping a deep burgundy waistcoat over the top, buttoning it around himself, before pinning a little D20 to the collar of his shirt. A low whistle erupts from Parker as he leans against a beam in the attic and Chance finds his cheeks a little pink “Oh, she is gonna Eat. You. Up!” Parker laughs, as Chance mumbles and folds a little pocket square into the pocket of his waistcoat. “Thanks, Park… I’m just really nervous that's all. I mean, what if I’ve gotten the totally wrong idea, a-and she doesn’t feel the same way at all!” Sweat beads at his forehead at the concept of rejection, the idea that you’d turn down his advances and remain best friends. Of course, he’d oblige and tell you to stop by for a snack whenever you'd like, but he knew he’d never live down loving his very dearest traveller.
Back in the bathroom, Amir had zipped you into a slinky red silk dress, a slit in the thigh, and an all too low neckline, bust practically spilling out. You’d protested the choice at first, fearing it was too much, or worrying about a bra to go with it, but Harper thrust a beautiful set of black lingerie your way, insisting that a little peek of lace and the D12 charm was sure to keep Chance committed to you forever. You smoothed down the front of the dress, and Dorian gave you a low whistle. “That dice is a very very lucky man, Y/N, and if he misses his shot with you, then I’ll be damned” He smiled down at you, giving you a kiss on the forehead, as Barry mumbled something about not ruining the powder on your face. With a little courage from the dateables, you headed down to the Breaker Box, to wait for your brave adventurer to arrive.
Chance hated being late to anything, and being late to this? Now that felt like a nat 1. You’d ben sat at the bar for about 15 minutes, swirling the red wine in your glass around idly, as Eddie was pouring drinks for the few others there. Ever the clumsy man, Chance bumped a table with his hip on his way in, hissing a quiet “Crit, that hurt..” before looking up and…
Freezing. Chance was absolutely glued to the spot for a second, eyes raking over your form, over every curve, the way your dress clung to you in ways he wished he could. He swore he could feel himself drooling, only snapped out of his sleazy trance by your voice calling his name. “Chance! Are you alright?!” You fret, your hand on his shoulder leaving a trail of heat in his wake as he floated back to reality with a red blush planted firmly on his cheeks. He let out an awkward chuckle, hand flying to the back of his neck in embarrassment “I’m- I’m all good! Clearly didn’t roll a very good perception check-” You laughed along with him, as you both head back over to the bar, and Eddie pops up behind them. “The usual?” He asked Chance, who replied with a sheepish nod, as Eddie went to shake him up with a strawberry daiquiri.
“I didn’t take you for a cutie lil drink kinda guy, Chance!” You giggled, as he tried desperately to keep his eyes on yours and not on your plunging neckline. “Yeah, well, you know me, I uh, I’m a fruity kinda guy-” You giggled at his words, glass of wine at your lips, as he backtracked on his words, Eddie slid the daiquiri towards Chance,with a wink you missed, and Chance drinks it a little too fast, eliciting a sweet giggle from you, one that made the swell of your soft breasts heave, and made Chance’s pants a little tighter around the crotch. “A long day of writing campaigns, Chance?” You hum warmly, leaning forward a little, not helping Chance’s pants situation. “I- Uh, yeah, yeah, you could say that” He laughed awkwardly, Eddie already mixing Chance a second drink, sensing he needed a little liquid courage for the evening.
After a few drinks each, and a good catch up about your latest campaign and all the new dungeons Chance was planning, you both found yourselves on the dance floor, crowded by others, the lights low and music loud. Jean Loo was rapping up a storm, and all the objects were having a wonderful time under the hot lights, and Chance was oh so hot under his collar. The way you threw your head back laughing at his jokes, the way your ass brushed up against his thigh every so often as you two danced was driving him insane. The only thing that could ruin this night was the way he saw trap Dorian look you up and down, eyes transfixed on your swaying hips, or how Jerry would always try and inch his way closer to you on the dancefloor. The constant eyes and hands of others drove him to stumble his way to the bar with you in tow, ordering two baby Guinness shots, pushing one towards you with a big bashful smile. You both knocked them back, the sweet taste of the liquor coating your mouth and lowering both of your inhibitions. Eddie throws you both a look, noticing the way your personal space seems to intwine, the hand you place on his chest, playing with his pocket square idly. “Is this new?” You slurred softly, thumb running over the fabric as you looked up at him, half lidded, through your mascara coated lashes, and Chance swallowed hard. His Adam’s apple bobs and you found your eyes fixated on its gentle movement as he speaks, a little lower and gruffer, throat coated by the several rounds he’d thrown back. “Mhn, bought it just for this date-”
“Date?” You asked, a pink blush creeping up your neck. A date? You thought, and horror flashes across Chance’s face for a second “This… This is a date, Chance?” You asked slowly, still playing with his pocket square as his face reddens to match the deep rouge of his waistcoat “I- I-” He stuttered, cheeks glowing red, as you caught his hand in yours gently. “Do you- Do you wanna nip outside and talk about this, Chance?” You asked softly, and he nodded, both of you headed to the little smoking area just outside the Breaker Box. His hands wrung nervously and his eyes looked glassy behind those red shades. As soon as you’re alone, he starts babbling incessantly “Look- I-I totally understand if you don’t want that, a-and we’ll still be best friend-”
Your finger fell over his lip softly and you looked at him with a hazy mix of adoration and desire “Chance… I thought it was you who didn’t feel the same… I mean- You literally took Penelope out last week-”
“To make you jealous, Y/N… I didn’t even want to, i-it was Mac’s idea-” he slurred, alcohol letting his words slip away, and you couldn't help but giggle, and wrap your arms around his neck, half to balance you, half to pull his face down to just inches away from yours. His words stumbled to a stop, as your breath graced across his lips, now parted with a gentle pant. “Chance. You don’t need to do anything to get me to want you, to love you, to need you. You just need to say the word and I’m yours” You whispered, and you watched his inhibition snap as his warm, soft hand cupped your cheek and he crashed his lips against yours in a sloppy, heated kiss. Chance wasted no time in making you know just how badly he’d been wanting - no- needing your lips against his, the taste of cream liqueur mixing with your natural sweet taste and his own saliva. You let a soft whine escape your mouth and he took that as his sign to slip his tongue past the barrier of your lips and teeth, probing and fighting against your own as his hands grab your hips and dig firmly into your soft flesh, skirt bunching under his fingers. He pressed your back against the smoking shelter, and thanked the Gods that you were alone.
After a few minutes of his, his lips moved to nip and bite the soft expanse of your neck, licking a stripe up to your ear, and he whispered, low and gravelly. “I can’t do what I need to do to you here, princess, lemme get us back to my dice bag.” You nodded fervently and the trip back to his dice bag was painfully slow, but the second you both got there, he couldn’t stop himself from pressing you against the wall, lips reconnecting to your neck to continue a hickey he’d been masterfully creating. As his teeth sunk into your most sensitive spot, you whined, hips bucking against his clothed bulge, and he groaned against your skin, a hand sliding up to wrap around your neck loosely. “Traffic lights alright with you, princess?” He asked gruffly as you nodded, leg hiking up around his hip “Green- I’m so so green baby” You squeak as his hand tightens around the sides of your throat, lips kissing up your shoulder before he pulled your dress strap down with his teeth, the top dropping to your waist to show him your tits, held up by the sheer black fabric. Chance bit back a growl as he moved lower, teeth now at the edge of the cup, as he looked up at you and smirked “This what you wanted. Princess? Wanted to end here, with me, huh? Look at you, pretty girl, all dolled up for me.” He hummed, the filthy noise that escaped you racing straight to his throbbing cock, as he pulled the cup down, licking a wide stripe across your pert nipple, your chest puffing out for more friction. “C-Chance…” You whimpered, as his teeth graze the pink nub, hand releasing your throat to come down to your other breast, kneading the soft flesh with his palm. “Go on, princess, tell me what you want me to do.”
“P-Please Chance-” Your moan floated in the air like it was made to be there and Chance looked up at you, watching your head tilt back and your lip catch between your teeth. “Y-your mouth, please” He smiled, latching off your nipple with a wet pop, hands running down your soft thighs, pushing them apart so he could see your soaked panties. A thumb finds its way between your legs, pushing against your clit over the fabric, causing you to whimper and roll your hips into him. He chuckled darkly, and hooked your leg over his shoulder before taking a deep breath in. “Fuck,” he hissed, a rare profanity from the d20, “You smell fucking divine Y/N.” He wasted no time hooking his fingers around your panties and he yanked them down, before burying his face in your sopping cunt, as you clapped a hand over your mouth to absorb a sweet moan.
Once he was down there, any resolve to come back up faded, his tongue lapping against your entrance needily, slow stripes through your folds making your legs turn to jelly, buckling under the pleasure. Chance took this as his opportunity to wrap your other leg around his shoulder, essentially sitting you on his face upright. His hands moved to your back, holding you straight as he stood, your cunt pressed against his face as he stumbled his way to his bedroom, kicking the door open and lowering you onto his bed. You’d no idea he was so damn strong, but you decided to press about that later, your mind immediately drawn back to him at the feeling of two thick digits sliding into your hole. The stretch snapped you out of your thoughts of his strength, and your back arched for him, earning you a low growl against your slick cunt. “Taste like heaven, Princess” He uttered into you, tongue lapping at your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your release. Chance could feel you tightening around his fingers, sliding in and out, scissoring open and closed to stretch you out. The second your hands knotted in his hair, his eyes snapped up to you, locking on yours with a devilish glint, and you felt that knot in your abdomen untangle, a splash of wetness flooding Chance’s mouth, shirt and bed, leaving him panting and looking up at you from between your thighs.
“O-Oh my stars, Chance- I am so sor-” He nipped your thigh to silence your apology and smirked as he stood, shrugging his shirt off his shoulders. “Princess, im gonna need you to do that again for me sometime, because holy crit that was sexy” He chuckled, before shoving his pants onto the floor, cock straining against his wet boxers. “For now, need you to spread for me, princess” He growls, pulling the boxers off, cock standing to attention against his soft stomach. It’s slightly smaller than average, but by Gods, it was thick, pulsing softly, a dribble of precum rolling down his shaft as he grabbed your legs, pushing them backwards, folding you into a mating press beneath him, tip grazing your entrance, causing you both to hiss. “Fuck, Y/N… You need this bad, huh?” You nod, gazing up at him in a lusty haze. “Need you Chance… Need you to fill me.” Something in his eyes flickers, and with a rough snap of his hips, he’s buried to the hilt inside you, a sharp scream of his name echoing his dice bag, as he snaps his hips back, and then forth back into you. “Want me to fill you, huh? Want to pump that tight cunt with my cum, huh Princess?” You babbled, eyes rolled to the back of your skull as his thick shaft drove its way deeper and deeper into you, hands holding your legs back, his lip bitten as he thrusts, eyes transfixed on your tits, bouncing softly for him.
“That’s my girl, gonna take me all, huh?” He groaned, pressing closer to you, so he could peck along your collarbone as he fucks up into you, clearly just as turned on by this as you. “Gonna take my cum, baby? Gonna let me fuck you till you’re full? God, you’ll make such a pretty mommy” He grunted, his filthy words bringing you closer and closer, and he could feel it. He felt it in the way your pussy held onto his cock for dear life and the way your nails clawed patterns down his back and his chest, like he’d just come out of a close fight with a monster in a dungeon. As he rammed himself into your gummy spot, stars exploded behind your eyes, and behind Chance’s, his lips soft against your collar as he filled you with warm, sticky semen. “Fuck… Fuck… Y/N…” He mumbled against your skin as he came down from his high, cock still buried to the hilt as he rolled, pulling you on top of his chest, his nose in your hair.
“Chance, that was… You are… perfect” You chuckled and he breathed in the scent of sex, sweat and the sweet linger of your perfume. “Hey, that's my line…” He laughed softly as he started to soften inside you, and moved to pull out, but you placed your hand on his hip. “No, no, keep it there… It feels nice to be full of you.” Chance laughs and obliges, pushing himself back in as he yanks the covers of his bed over the both of you, rolling again to spoon you, his hands tracing circles over your soft stomach.
The both of you knew there’d be a conversation to be had in the morning, but for now, you let the bigger man’s hands lull you to sleep, confident that the date had been a critical success.
Hi there👀 how would you feel about writing a Mateo manta x reader oneshot with steamy cuddles/ SLIGHT somnophilia(reader is awake to consent #CONSENTISSEXY)
Hope ur well<3
This was a cute prompt! Thank you for the request!
In Your Warmth I Forget How Cold it Can Be
synop: The power goes out during an ice storm, and your house is FREEZING. What better way to warm up than with your favorite blanket, and maybe he can help you have a blissful sleep while doing so?
words: 3.1K
includes: mateoxfem!reader, cuddling, power outage, consensual somnophilia, smut
a/n: This includes smut! No minors!
Hope you like this one! Let me know your thoughts!
Brrrr…
Blinking awake, you pull the covers up tighter around you. It was freezing. Slowly, you make your way out of bed. As your feet hit the floor, you cringed. So cold!
You pluck your glasses from your bedside table and put them on. Ready to figure out why your house feels like a freezer.
“Hector, what’s going on? It’s like an icebox in here.” You pull the duvet from your bed and wrap yourself in it.
“I’m sorry, my love. It appears the ice storm has made the power go out.” You hear his sultry voice from the vent.
You groan in frustration. Turning to your alarm clock, you see it flashing 3:08. You reach for your phone on the dresser seeing that it’s currently 3:47. Almost an hour since the power went out. Of course this would happen when it’s absolutely freezing outside.
Rummaging through your dresser, you grab some fuzzy socks and warm sweatpants. You also grab a sweater from your closet, then make your way to your breaker box.
Opening the closet door, you are met with the sounds of arguing. Inside the Breaker Box club, Volt and Eddie are bickering. The latter man is actively working on the electrical unit. Presumably trying to restore power to the house.
“Eddie, I don’t understand why you’re attempting to do anything? It’s the city power grid, not you.” Volt sighed, shaking his head at the overworked man.
“I’m aware, but I can at least try to do something!” He grumbled through gritted teeth.
Despite you aiding the men, it appeared that Eddie had returned to his old ways. Feeling the need to fix everything, even if he had no control over the current circumstances.
Clearing your throat, you caught the men’s attention. Both turning to you with surprised expressions.
“Good morning, dear! It’s quite early for you to be up!” Volt greeted you, attempting to ease the tension.
“Good morning to you too. How are you guys holding up?” You leaned against the wall at the club’s entrance.
“Oh just fine!” Volt remained cheery despite the circumstances.
“You sure?” You raised a brow at him.
Eddie sighed as he stood up and dusted himself off. You could see grease stains on his shirt and bags under his eyes. You were pretty sure the man had been up all night.
“It doesn’t seem like you guys are doing ‘just fine’.” You said pointedly.
“We’re just trying to get the house back up and running.” Eddie said.
“You do know it’s the city’s electrical infrastructure that’s at work right now, right?”
“Oh trust me, I’m aware. If I could have a word with the controls at the power plant…” Eddie let out a yawn. “ Well, they’d hear a lot from me about keeping things running.”
“If I want to keep my house running in tip top shape, I think that some things might need to let themselves have a break.” You admonished Eddie. “Especially if they have zero control over the current circumstances.”
“Thank you! That’s what I’ve been trying to say this whole time!” Volt narrowed his eyes at Eddie. “Perhaps you’ll actually listen to our homeowner?”
Eddie looked between you and Volt, then sighed in defeat.
“You two like to team up on me often, you know that?”
“It’s because we care, Eddie.” You gave him a small smile. “Now, please, get some rest.”
“I should be saying the same thing to you. It’s what, three am?” Eddie huffed at you.
You waved them off, visibly stifling a yawn.
“Don’t worry about me. It’s too cold to sleep.” You tell them, despite feeling a wave of exhaustion hit you. It really was too early for you to be up.
“That’s our live wire, a hypocrite.” Eddie gave you a knowing smirk.
“Whatever, go get some rest, guys.” You allowed yourself to yawn this time.
“Hopefully you will do the same.” Volt said before wrapping an arm around Eddie and ushering him to the back of the club.
You decided to also take your leave, exiting the club and entering your freezing home.
As you left, your phone pinged with a message. When you pulled it out, you groaned in frustration.
Valdivian customer 127600, we regret to inform you that a power outage has occurred in your neighborhood. Your estimated restoration time is 8 hours. Us at Valdivian Energy are here to aid you. If you have any questions, please answer with QUESTION. If you wish to expedite the restoration process, you can pay a one-time fee of $250 dollars to shave off one hour of restoration time. To expedite restoration answer with RESTORE. Thank you for choosing Valdivian Energy!
Eight hours? Surely you would freeze in that amount of time.
You walked up to a window, looking over the frosty landscape as a shiver ran through you. Hopefully the house would be able to handle the cold for a while.
You made your way through the home. Doing your best to make sure things would stay warm. Lighting up Dante to get some heat in your home. Passing by the sinks in your home, you turned them on just barely. Last thing you needed was bursting pipes.
When you were finished, your whole body was shivering. You swore you could see your breath puffing in the air. How did it get so cold inside so quickly?
Kneeling in front of your fireplace, you held out your hands to the small fire you made.
“Lookin’ pretty chilly, hot stuff.” Dante spoke to you from the embers.
“It’s fucking freezing, man. Of course I’m chilly.” You weren’t really in the mood for teasing at the moment.
“Just trying to lighten the mood.” He raised his hands up with a shrug. “Maybe you could wrap yourself up in something warm?” He eyeballed the blanket on the couch behind you.
A bright smile grew on your face. Of course! The cozy comfort that is Mateo would hopefully have you warmed up in no time. Plus, paired with your bed, you could go back to a peaceful sleep.
Standing up, you cracked your back and walked over to where your blanket was sitting. Currently cuddled up with some inanimals. When you sit beside him, he gives you a warm smile. Opening his arm, he gestures for you to snuggle beside him. An invitation you gladly accept. Easily sliding into his warm body, sighing with content at the heat you’re now syphoning off of him.
“Wow, you’re freezing.” He said, pulling you even closer.
“I know, the house is so fucking cold. And power won’t be restored for forever!” You practically sobbed.
“Is that why you’re up this early?” His face was filled with concern. Your comfort was quite the top priority for him.
“Yeah. Couldn’t get back to sleep after waking up in an icebox.” You were attempting to hint at needing his assistance.
“Do you want me to help you with that?” He leaned toward you, making your cheeks heat up.
“Maaaaybeee?” You gave him pleading eyes.
“You know, you can just ask? Or better yet, grab me and take me up with you.” He chuckled lightly before cupping your chin. “You know how much I enjoy being wrapped up with you.” He leaned in, placing a soft peck against your lips.
You pressed up against him, humming at both the softness of his lips and warmth of his body.
“Do you want to go upstairs with me? So I can go back to sleep?” You ask sweetly.
He lets out a soft chuckle.
“Of course, just let me make sure the inanimals are safe and warm.” It always warms your heart, how caring he was for the unique creatures within your home.
He proceeded to make sure the inanimals had everything they needed during this outage, then returned to you with a soft smile. Offering his hand, he helped you up from the couch. Wrapping your arms around the man, you pulled him in for a tight hug. Sighing into his comforting warmth. He let out a content sigh himself, pressing his chin over your head to pull you in further.
After a moment, he pushed away. Whining, you tried to go back in, but he stopped you.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be here. But we should be getting you back to bed. Shall we?” He motioned to the stairs.
“Alright, but as soon as we’re in bed you’re wrapping that cozy body of yours around me.”
He let out an airy laugh and grabbed your hand. You pulled him upstairs with you, then bounded to your bed. Plopping down, you pat beside you. Mateo scooted in, wrapping his arms around your torso.
Realizing how intimately close he was gave you a new idea on how to stay warm. Leaning in, you pressed a deep kiss against his lips. His eyes widened with surprise at the sudden action, then fluttered shut as he enjoyed the kiss. Softly, your tongue pressed against his lips. His own joined yours as he let out a soft groan. You always tasted so good.
Wrapping one of your legs around his lower body, you pulled his hips flush against yours. Through his pants you could feel he was already growing semi-hard. Smirking, you pulled away from him. Admiring the flush now dusting his cheeks and the swell of his kiss-bitten lips.
“What are you doing?” He asked softly. “I thought you wanted to sleep.”
With that, you turned away from him. Pressing your backside into his crotch. A move that had the man groaning.
“I am going to sleep. I just wanted a goodnight, well I guess, good morning kiss.” You smirked as you felt him shuffling behind you.
“Is that so?” He pressed a kiss to your neck, making you shiver.
“Mhmm… but if there’s anything else you wish to do to keep me warm. Be my guest.” You craned over your shoulder to look at him with a lustful gaze.
“Anything?” He asked lowly.
Hands gripping your hips pulled you flush against him. Against your ass you felt his full erection straining. Exactly what you wanted.
“Anything.” You confirmed before giving a quick peck then turning back around.
With Mateo wrapped around you, you did feel significantly warmer. Sleep had begun to take over, your eyes fluttering closed. Slow breaths left you as you drifted off into a blissful sleep.
From behind you, Mateo was itching for more. His hands softly brushing over your dozing body. He loved this.
Not too long ago, the man had confessed a kink of his that he had been too afraid to voice before. Most of the time he was fairly vanilla. Often enjoying missionary to watch as your face contorted in bliss at the pleasure he was giving you. So this confession had somewhat surprised you. Though based on the type of person he was, it wasn’t too surprising.
Mateo really, really wanted to fuck you while you slept. Something about you feeling secure enough to sleep next to him had a fire burning inside his loins. He loved the idea of making you cum on his cock as you enjoyed a good rest and blissful dreams. Hopefully him fucking you would aid in making your night time thoughts pleasant.
With you needing to sleep and needing his aid, might as well give the man what he wants, right? Not that you didn’t want it either. The thought of him using you while you slept also had your thoughts running wild. Wondering what it was going to feel like when he filled you up as you rested. Would you dream of him? How would cumming around him feel? It was… exciting. Something you would gladly participate in. Especially considering it would make the man extremely happy.
When your breathing became even, Mateo decided to check how deeply you were asleep. In a quiet voice he called your name. You stirred a little, ass brushing against his cock. However, you didn’t wake up.
Letting out a sigh of relief, Mateo let his hands wander over your body. Warm hands trailed underneath your sweater, cupping your breasts. Again, you stirred but didn’t wake up. His fingers swirled around your nipples, making you keen in your sleep. Ass pressing up against him again. He groaned at the feeling, then began to move his hips against you. His hands continued their journey along your body, now dipping into your sweatpants. Thick fingers reached down to tease your sex.
He moaned at the feeling of your sopping cunt as he continued to dry-hump your ass.
“You’re so wet, and you’re not even awake.” He said in awe to himself.
It would be so easy to just pull your pants down and slip inside you, but he didn’t want to let himself get too carried away. After all, he wanted you to stay asleep for this. Can’t be interrupting your beauty rest.
Instead, he decided to tease you a bit. Slowly, he pulled down your pants and panties. Then pulled his own pants down. Hard cock flopping out onto your ass. Skin to skin he grinded his hips against you, then he lifted one of your legs. Making sure you hadn’t woken up, he paused to listen to your breathing. Still even breaths, good. He slid his cock between your thighs. Pressing against your dripping pussy.
“Oh, oh.” He let out quiet moans at the feeling of your slick against his length. Desperately trying not to pummel himself inside you.
Slowly, he began to move his hips. His hot cock sliding between your folds. The head teased against your clit making your hips unconsciously jolt with pleasure. In your sleep, you let out soft moans with each bump of his cock on your sensitive nub. Mateo could feel your pussy growing wetter and wetter as he continued to fuck between your thighs. His eyes rolled back in bliss at the pleasure your sleeping body was granting him.
“Fuck,” He kissed your neck. “So good, you’re so good to me.”
You continued to moan in your sleep, not stirring awake. Your hips shifted slightly, and the tip of Mateo’s cock caught the entrance of your pussy. The feeling made you cry out, but you still didn’t wake. Mateo took this as his cue to continue. Pushing the rest of his fat cock into your sopping cunt. Loving the long whine that escaped you when he was fully nestled in.
For a moment he sat there. Cock filling your warm pussy. Plush walls squeezing against him in the most delicious way. The man felt as if he had died and gone to heaven right there.
Eventually, he began to move again. Pushing in and out of you, cock hitting that perfect gummy spot within you. The feeling had your body shivering and moaning. Mateo, soothed you with warm hands that trailed over your sides. Oh he was absolutely loving this. Bringing you pleasure while you remained comfortable, a dream come true. The feeling of you squeezing around him was also a plus. Pure pleasure coursing through him with each thrust into your pussy.
As quietly as he could he let out soft moans and whines. Making sure his cock kept hitting that lovely sweet spot of yours. Every one of your moans shot straight to his cock. He could feel his climax nearing, but wanted to make sure you came first.
Thick fingers reached around your front, finding your clit. In sloppy circles, he pressed down against the nub. Sparks of pleasure shot through you, making your cunt clench around him. The tightness around his cock indicated your orgasm was near.
He thrust in and out of you with long strokes, cock reaching so deep inside you. Fingers continued to circle your clit, making you cry out. Mateo wondered how you were still asleep through all of this, but was thankful that you were. He hoped that you would wake up utterly satisfied by his ministrations.
“C’mon, please…” He whispered against your ear with a hot breath. “Please cum for me.”
It took a few more strokes and presses against your clit, but after a particularly hard thrust against your sweet spot, you were gushing around him. Mateo whined loudly as your cunt clenched around him. Your body shivered as your orgasm rocks through you. Involuntarily, your hips thrust back against Mateo. Riding out your orgasm in your sleep as you let out breathy moans and whines.
At the feeling of your climax, Mateo thrusted faster inside of you. The feeling making your cunt grow overstimulated, but he was so close. He huffed as he chased his own high. Thick cock twitching within you, threatening to unload at any second. With a final thrust, the man let out a whine. Cock shooting out hot ropes of cum within you. His cock twitched at the sounds of your whines. Your body enjoying the feeling of being so full. Oh, he was going to be addicted to this.
As he came down from his high, he checked up on you. When he tried to call your name, you didn’t respond. Instead, you stayed asleep. Little whimpers and moans escaping your lips as you dreamed. He stayed inside you as his length softened. Loving the feeling of your pussy pulsing around him.
As he stayed inside with his arms wrapped around you, Mateo felt himself begin to drift off. Eyes fluttering shut, he allowed himself to join you in a blissful sleep. Content with plugging you full of himself.
Later in the day, you blinked awake again. A feeling of satisfaction washing over you as you yawned. You tried to stretch, but found yourself pulled flush against Mateo. Little snores escaping him as he nuzzled into you. The adorable sight had you smiling.
After a moment, you realized you were feeling very full. Lifting up your duvet, you saw that the man was still shoved deep inside of you. Cock hard once again. You hummed at the feeling, shifting slightly to feel the head of his cock brush up against your sweet spot.
The action had Mateo whimpering awake. His cock extremely sensitive after staying inside you for so long. He opened his eyes, meeting yours looking at him over your shoulder.
“Have a good rest?” You asked teasingly.
He nodded, giving you a kiss on the neck that had you shivering.
“Yes, very much so.” He smiled softly.
“Care for a round two?” You shifted your hips for emphasis, earning you a loud moan.
In response, Matteo thrust up into you. You cried out as he pushed against your gummy spot.
The two of you hadn’t even realized that the power was back on.
