This is the part where I start hoping tumblr will have mercy on pic sizes and quantity dfgh
Wanted to doodle a couple of the ones I've met so far while I can because everyone is??? so ridiculously pretty??? like good golly the artists and designers had rent DUE with these and DELIVERED.
more voyeur dateables plspls, when u have ideas cuz personally i have none rn but i loved the concept!!!
ohohohoho dw anon, i gotchu i gotchu! ive been slow cooking and now im ready to serve!!!
☆ﾟ°˖* WARNINGS: Suggestive! Pre-dateviators, Nonconsensual Voyeurism from the Objects (is that the right term?), Oblivious GN!Reader/Homeowner, Possible OOC cuz brother it is hard writing in general.
☆ﾟ°˖* CHARACTERS: Amir, Betty, Celia, Curt and Rod, Dirk, Hector, Mateo, River, Shadowlord/Skips, Tyrell (whoo boy that's a lot!)
☆ﾟ°˖* SYNOPSIS: These are some of the objects who had a front row seat in your nightly activities and well.... don't you want to know what goes on inside their head when they're watching you? (they didn't mean to really!)
☆ﾟ°˖* NOTES: I have not played through Hector and Mateo's route yet - because im saving them for last in my current playthrough so im sorry if they in particular sounded OOC
☆ﾟ°˖*Amir
Amir does his job best, to reflect back your gorgeous visage with gusto and an ongoing stream of praise even though you won’t be able to hear any of it in this lifetime, but that hardly stops him as he always finds himself cooing and muttering how beautiful you are when you grace him with your presence in his many reflections.
So really, it’s both a blessing and a curse for him to be placed by your dresser where he can reflect back the whole view of your bed and your shivering form.
How he aches to have you turn yourself towards him, to let him see and watch how you work your fingers on you. It’s torturous, only being able to hear your quiet gasps, the muffled whining from your pillow or the desperate moaning as you reach your peak.
Oh, how you torture this poor mirror azizam.
Don’t blame him when he starts thinking of various positions you can do to properly show your beauty in all angles.
But what he truly longs for is to be able to see your face clearly, without anything obscuring your beauty so he can see how you would close your eyes tightly and grit your teeth to keep your sounds from spilling out once you climaxed.
Oh how he longs to see it, and hopes that he would be able to be the one to bring out all kinds of faces you can make for your pleasure.
☆ﾟ°˖*Betty
Your bed is the last thing you see and feel, and the first thing you wake up to when your alarm rings or when some stream of sunshine manages to slip past your curtains to rudely wake you up.
Betty always tries to savor that feeling of your body sinking down the mattress or you using and clutching your pillows in your sleep. With your job, you’re always so quick to leave her in the morning and only have so little time to sleep in her after having another overtime.
And imagine her happiness when you have a day off today! Despite the sun already up and Timothy already done with his job of waking you up, you just quietly slip back under the covers and not a minute later until your breathing slows that you’re back in dreamland.
She’s glad you decided to sleep in, you definitely needed it after many sleepless nights in that dreadful job of yours. And she won’t deny that she missed you.
You weren’t exactly immune to wet dreams, a fact that Betty knows with her whole being. So when she feels you grinding yourself on her sheets, well, she missed this too.
It’s really hard for her, being this close to you yet never being able to touch or hold you in the way she wants. She watches you with lidded eyes, wondering just what kind of dream has you this hot and bothered.
Oh she fantasizes so many things, maybe it was a hot coworker of yours, or ohh maybe it's a gorgeous stranger that asked you for directions, hell maybe it's that favorite barista of yours.
“Please…” You mumbled in your sleep. How she wants to help you, to embrace you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear as she works you off.
“Go ahead honey, grind on me.” She whispers to you, watching as your hips go frantic before stilling and a quiet moan following. Then you’re fluttering your eyes and she imagines that you’re actually seeing her, that your silly smile was for her.
But it’s not, she watches you rise and a curse falls from your lips seeing the mess on your pajama pants, then you’re already leaving her to start your day.
☆ﾟ°˖*Celia
The first time it happened was an accident really, the other times though, we’re not.
Really it’s hard to not watch you when she's literally the ceiling for crying out loud. There’s only so much she can do in this state.
With how chaotic the house can get and the growing piles of complaints (most of them being Beverly and her bar or Lux) Celia needed a way to wind down from her duties.
Chairemi’s plays and her dearest Florence is a big help until Chairemi is on her day off and she doesn't want Florence to worry for her.
Watching you hump on your pillow was… quite entertaining. The way your hair clings to your sweaty face or that tantalizing arch of your back when you speed up.
Well, don’t tell Chairemi but she much prefers watching you get yourself off than her plays.
You were a delight. Even when she tries to look away or busy herself with reading another one of Tony’s projects, just a little sound from you has her turning her head to your form.
Enthralled on the way you chase your pleasure and those shivers of yours– there’s no object in this house who wouldn’t watch you.
She may not show or say it but she’s always waiting to watch the next time you’re feeling particularly horny.
☆ﾟ°˖*Curt and Rod
Oh lord…
“Did you see that?”
“Shut your mouth, I’m trying to watch–”
“So am I but you got to admit that was really cute when they–”
“Shhh!”
Not even when they’re watching you fuck yourself, they still wouldn’t shut up.
This is one of their favorite things to watch, more than throwing shades to poor innocent strangers just walking by outside. It’s almost at a tie with throwing shade at each other. And you should be honored (even though you wouldn’t know that until a certain sunglasses arrives).
One of their favorite positions of yours is when you’re on your back and just when you’re about to get your release, the way you throw your head back jussst right has them seeing your blissed out face as you ride out your high.
Damn you really do look cute like this.
And that’s the ONLY time they’re both quiet, greedily watching your chest rise and fall as you bask in pure endorphins.
But there are those moments where they’re both spewing absolute filth while watching you, and if you could only hear the kinds of things they say…
“Look at that.”
“I’m looking.”
“Don’t they look cute riding that pillow?”
“Yeah but I think they look better bent over.”
But most of the time it’s just them arguing.
“Wow they’re close already?”
“Oh so you can talk but I can’t?”
“Yeah cuz I can’t listen to them with your grating voice.”
“Grating?! Now I know that’s a lie–”
“SHHHH!”
☆ﾟ°˖*Dirk
He’s your clothes.
There’s literally nothing else I can say.
He’s the first to know your arousal, the one who can feel your growing wetness in your underwear when you’re busy writing away your very erotic smutty fanfics on Mac. The one who can feel your desperation as you squirm in your seat when the heat is getting too much.
Dirk absolutely revels during your writing session.
The way you cross your thighs together has him reeling, and if he closes his eyes then he can imagine he’s in between it, the feeling as you wrap your thighs around his head, and he can almost practically taste you.
But it never last long when you start stripping him off of you. Depraving him from the main course.
He almost cried when you had to throw him back to Harper.
If there was a ranking on which object has touched you the most: Dirk is winning that one (sorry Stepford).
☆ﾟ°˖*Hector
He didn’t mean to watch you, honest!
But he is a weak HVAC and he cannot stop himself when he’s being lured in by your breathing and groans that are akin to a siren's call.
He already sees you so highly and perfect but watching you has whet an appetite he didn’t knew he had.
Some part of him is aching to help and be of use for you, watching you pleasure yourself is a blessing but oh how he wishes to help you. You don’t even have to say a word, you just need to lay down and beckon him– ever the servant he is for your needs and pleasure, he will do everything he can to make you happy.
But alas, he is not the object that is deserving to be near you let alone touch you. His looks will surely disgust you. :(
After seeing you so exposed and in your most vulnerable has plagued him with such haunting images and thoughts.
And maybeeee he wrote those things into a story, a very detailed story of things he’s only finding out about himself. :3
Oh darling not only are you so perfect and lovely, you even inspired him!
☆ﾟ°˖*Mateo
Another he-didn’t-meant-to-watch! Pt.2
Unlike Hector who can only watch through the vents, Mateo has himself tangled in between your thighs.
Is this heaven? Yes, but he’s so embarrassed and flustered and it only got worse as you started grinding against your blanket (him).
Oh god, it feels good and you feel good so this is alright, right?
He doesn’t know if he can survive this honestly… And he actually doesn't want to survive it.
Because with how soft and warm your thighs are, he doesn’t want to leave or for this moment to end quickly.
He watches, he hears and he can feel you all at the same time. This is too much for him! It's both overstimulating but yet still not enough - and he feels horrible for thinking about how your skin and touch would actually feel on him.
The way you clutch onto him as you’re nearing your peak is almost like you’re pulling on his hair - which he didn’t know he was into.
You pulled your blanket closer to you, exhaustion already pulling you to sleep, aftercare thrown out the window as sleep takes you over.
With your slow breathing and your calming heartbeat is starting to lull Mateo to sleep as well, and his day was exhausting helping and caring for the inanimals, so maybe it’s fine for him to take a rest.
That was the best sleep he had in a while.
☆ﾟ°˖*River
There’s hardly a moment where you aren’t using water in your day-to-day life. Cooking, washing, cleaning and bathing as well. Your literal body is just water. Through it River has gotten to know you so well and quite intimately.
You were off to relax in your bathtub as a reward for surviving another horrible week at work and god you deserved this. The water, warm and filled with scents of lavender and roses from a bathbomb you used, is just the remedy for your aching muscles.
River is more than familiar with your body. She has each slope, curve, and beauty mark of yours memorized, and once you step inside your bathtub she was more than happy to embrace you once more.
Everything was the perfect definition of relaxation, your stress and frustration melting away and instead leaving a heady feeling as you slowly caressed your thighs, inch by inch your hand nearing closer to your nether region.
It’s the first time you’re doing this in your bath but unfortunately your horniness prevails as you slowly work yourself up with each touch.
It’s also the first time for River and a few denizens inside the bathroom to see and hear you pleasure yourself outside the bedroom, they can sometimes hear you but really they only get scraps of information from the others who gotten front row seats, but even then they only had to use their imaginations to paint the picture of you.
And how truly lovely you look as you work up a sweat on your forehead, glistening all the while under the light. Those descriptions the others gave did not do you any justice at all - or maybe it was just the lack of imagination for them, who knows.
Waves of water splashed and spilled but River couldn’t care, too focused on watching you and all the little twitches and shivers you made. Right now it feels like it’s just you and her in your own little bubble. (If you only noticed how the water started to get a little warmer but your head is long gone into that familiar space.)
There’s something so intimate to all of this, her embracing your body and being able to touch and feel you in her liquid state. The way the water surrounds and drips from your body is quite alluring.
When you finally come, River watches the way your release mixes and fades in the water, leaving no traces of your debauchery. Maybe later after seeing Winnifred she’ll have to paint lavenders and roses as a souvenir.
(Bonus, because I love the second bathroom objects)
As you go and start cleaning yourself off with Tyrell, unbeknownst to you there’s a lively chattering in your bathroom happening right now.
“Ohh, didn’t they look so cute!” Bathsheba was only the one so excited and gushing over your little show, the others lost into their own worlds all except for a certain rubber duck.
“That was really pathetic, I mean- coming already when it hasn't even been 10 minutes? Really ducking embarrassing.” Rebel said with a sneer as they floated around inside the bathtub.
“But they were cute, weren’t they Rebbie?” There was silence until a groan and Rebel swishing across the water.
“Ducking… I guess…” That reply seemed to be enough for Bathsheba as she glanced around the room to see the other’s reaction.
“Oh I know I have the exact same blush color to match around here… hmm, did I place it in the plants collection or the food collection…” Barry was off looking all over for that blush, Tyrell and Amir are busy doing their jobs while Jean Loo… Is busy staring into space, red faced and all that.
☆ﾟ°˖*Tyrell
It’s his job to clean and soak up all kinds of liquids you encounter or spilled (except mud), he takes pride and does his job dutifully.
Doesn’t mean he isn’t embarrassed when you go and start rubbing him over your chest, to your stomach and down, down to your sweet thighs.
Look, he is a professional. He has dried you up multiple times, he’s made for thi– OOOKAY NOW YOU’RE DIRECTLY WIPING HIM TO YOUR STAINS, OKAY.
This part of his job is a privilege only he has– unless you decide to use your clothes to wipe down your mess (damn you Dirk, that’s his job).
Even through his embarrassment, he prioritizes you and your comfort, so he has to be extra fluffy and warm when you’re doing your aftercare.
Too bad towel buddy isn’t here - they’re a kitchen towel - if he could, he would shape towel buddy into your favorite animal.
Something for you to smile at after you're done with your ‘activity’.
☆ﾟ°˖*Skips
He’s there, he always is. Just creeping at the crevices between furniture and even under your bed, once the sun’s down he’s free to move room by room, watching and listening to the happenings between objects but that’s not what he wants to see.
Slipping past Dorian’s shadow it seems he’s just right on time, your clothes thrown in a corner and you, the most gorgeous human he has laid his eyes on, just started with your little ‘show’.
He wonders how you’ll react, that your once empty and lonely house is actually filled with so many people, and all of them who are so curious about you.
How would you react after finding out that almost a dozen pairs of eyes are hungrily watching and taking in your naked body, your wanton moans that reverberate in your bedroom or how you leak and stain the covers and blankets of your cum.
It’s unlikely it’ll happen, but that hardly stops anyone from fantasizing about you and what they could do to you, their dear human.
So he watches just like the others, taking it all in as you sped your hand to chase that high, your other hand settling on teasing and pulling your nipples, cheeks red and a bead of sweat trickling down your neck.
He watches and waits with bated breath, you’re getting closer to cumming, just a bit more and– there you go.
Those sharp inhales and gasps you take is music in his ears. The tension in your shoulder drops and you sink back into your mattress, you’re probably feeling quite content now he’s sure.
He stays to watch you after you’re done cleaning up and once you're settled under the cover he’s quietly slipping past back to the shadows of a globe.
Your nightly activities became his respite. And it’s embarrassing but you somehow bring such comfort from your presence alone.
He wonders what you would be like if you met him, would you play along with Shadowlord and his ritual of collecting his armaments back? Would you like his true form – Skips Shadley even when he looks completely different as Shadowlord? He wonders if there’s a possibility for something to bloom between the two of you.
But then he thinks about Benji, and his hurt and loneliness is back crashing in waves.
Besides, it’s silly and stupid about thinking of being able to talk with the human, it’s just wistful fantasy and daydreaming on his and the other object’s part.
I've been thinking about a scenario where a robber/burglar breaks into the house and the Dateables Home Alone the house to protect the Player.
Thoughts?
[Oh, hey! Thanks for this! This is a fun idea. I had no clue how to write this, so I'm just gonna ramble lol. Hope that's okay!]
So the first line of defense definitely has to be Curt and Rod, Wyndolyn, and Dorian.
Curt and Rod do their usual people-watching. Instead of finding some poor saps to roast or fashionable folks to admire, they've been noticing some suspicious characters lurking about the neighborhood. It seems like they like to people watch, too, but for reasons way more nefarious than what Curt and Rod do.
They learn from Wyndolyn that they're burglars. The tall one's named Harv and the short one's named Larry (yeah, I think I'm creative lol). They've been prowling around the neighborhood to see which house they want to rob. It just so happens that they've set their sights on this house. They're known as the Wet Bandits and because their calling card is leaving the water running after they rob whatever house they set their sights on. Which is an interesting choice, but whatever, right?
You know what else is an interesting choice? Targeting your house.
But who can blame them? For all they know, they think you're an easy target because you're alone. Hell, maybe on a really bad day, you don't even leave the bedroom. This is especially true since the Dateviators provide you with plenty company there, but they don't know about those, so that's neither here or there. Plus your house is bound to have some top of line shit in there since they heard they heard a rumor that Valdivian had its hands in the development of the house.
And something tells Dorian they won't stop at stealing the denizens of your house. The thought of you hurt or worse is something he cannot allow to happen. He won't allow for you to fall victim to these blokes, though. He swears on everything he's made of, they're not getting in. Not on his watch.
It's Curt who brings up, nervously: what if they do? This gives them pause for a while…until Wyndolyn and Rod give each other a look that just spells trouble. Dorian asks what they're thinking and when they present their plan, he's confident that no harm will come to you.
These guys won't know what's coming to them.
It's in the dead of night when the burglars decide to strike. Harv and Larry find little to no resistance getting into the front door and they're clueless enough not to even question it. Harv immediately notices Telly, tries to unplug him against Larry's instruction. Typical Harv; always eager to get his grubby fingers on shit before scoping out the area.
Telly's plug isn't even out for five seconds when a massive electrical surge burns the shit out of his hand. Eddie and Volt's doing, of course. Harv starts screaming like hell. Larry tries to hush him while guiding him to the bathroom. Tells him stop crying and run some water over it for a few minutes. He's going to check the office for some valuables.
Larry is sure he hits the jackpot because there's your computer, just waiting to be hauled away. He's a little reluctant, though. Don't want to end up howling like Harv. The idiot. There's nothing much in here besides the computer, though. A cork board in front of the desk, a trash can—is that a mouse trap with some cheese in it?—and improperly mounted shelves…
A geode sits on top of one of those shelves. That ought to be worth something, right? Right as he shoves Rongomaiwhenua into his backpack, the shelf that she once sat on collapses and falls on his feet—along with two heavy ass books. Just books. Right on his crusty ass toes. Score one, Shelley. Score zero, Larry.
He doesn't get a chance to recover before he hears Harv screaming again. He pushes through the throbbing pain to hobble over to the bathroom. The sink was left running, but the water might as well have been set on hellfire. Thank Winnifred and River for that. Larry tries his luck with the shower, stepping inside and turning it on. He finds the smallest bit of relief before the door slams on him and the water is scalding hot again.
Larry looks on in horror as his partner in crime is damn near boiled alive like a lobster. It seems like an eternity before he's able to wrench the door open and drag Harv's soggy self out of the shower from hell. There's gotta be something wrong with this house. Whether it's some new kind of convoluted booby-trapping security system or not, they shouldn't stay to find out.
They hear something as they scramble out of the bathroom. Some shuffling at the top of the stairs. For some reason, despite everything, they investigate. With Larry in the front and Harv in the back, they inch closer and closer. The stairs creak in protest. Once they're halfway up, a soccer ball is launched right at Larry's face. Then a basketball at Harv's. A football manages to trip them both up and somehow, the tumultuous tumble they take down the stairs feels suspiciously eternal, and extremely, maliciously painful.
There's an animal fear that threads through the marrow of their bones when they scramble for the front door, sweating and heads ringing. A single thought running through both of their heads.
This house hates them.
This house hates them, and it wants them out. So they haul ass, with Dorian hittin' 'em where the good lord split them.
You appear at the top of the stairs, Dateviators equipped as you thank everyone for their assistance. You were supposed to stay with Mateo and Betty for most of that debacle, but you had to do something! It was you that sent the various forms of Dunk flying down the stairs and he seemed super stoked to be a part of the action!
And thus ended the run of the Wet Bandits. We're gonna ignore that there's like 5 more movies in the Home Alone series lmao.
tw obviously for depression, mental health issues, etc. don’t read if you’re not in a good space
just some thoughts on how the objects would help you, idk if you can call this a drabble or..
putting under break to not trigger anyone
you go from talking with everyone, helping endlessly, forming friendships and relationships…to slowly withdrawing from everyone.
it starts small. shorter conversations, less laughter, a slight drag to your step.
it develops into blank stares mid conversation, a later start to your mornings…refusal of intimacy because you’re not in the mood or don’t have the energy.
you stop giving good advice, stop being so ready to help, stop kissing your partners.
and then, you just stop putting on the dateviators and sink into your bed until you physically have to get up relieve yourself or eat. even then you wait until the very last second.
sometimes it looks like you’re thinking about putting on Skylar, you get as close as pulling her out of the drawer and laying in bed with her for hours before finally just giving up and putting her back in your night stand.
the house would be absolutely distraught. sure they’ve seen you have depressive episodes before, but never when you actually knew they existed and they had genuine relationships with you.
they don’t take it personal because they know you can’t help it, but damn do they wish they could help you more but without the dateviators, there’s little to nothing they can do.
those who have the power to do something, use it to force you to take care of yourself. if you won’t talk to them, fine. but they’ll be damned if they let you just try to rot away.
Stefan and Freddy who make meals for you and have Phoenicia lock your screen until you come to the kitchen. they celebrate if you manage to take even a few bites.
Betty and Mateo, who can’t do anything but comfort you and cuddle you as you bed rot
Teddy who is used to his place in your arms and the tears that soak his fabric.
Curt and Rod who open up your curtains at a reasonable hour, because they want you to get sunlight but they still want to respect your autonomy.
Wyndolyn opens to get you some fresh air. if you close her or the boys, they just open again. they always win because you just don’t have the energy to fight with them.
Dunk who rolls across the hallway into your room as every type of sports ball you have, and teams up with the Hanks to put on a little show for you. it always gets a little smile out of you and that’s all they want.
Eddie and Volt who will refuse to charge your devices after multiple days of doomscrolling to force you over to the breaker box to fix it. the switches refuse to move until you take a break
Bathsheba and River who overhear your meltdown afterwards and run you a hot bath to relax. Barry adds bubbles and perfectly lines up your products to make bathing as easy as possible.
all the objects work together to do what they can to keep you on a decently regular schedule until you’re through the episode or at least feeling better enough to put the dateviators back on.
everyone is SO excited to see you but try not to overwhelm you the first few days. they make sure you don’t feel guilty for not talking to them and just focus on getting back to where they were with you.
everyone who helped you gets instant love endings with YOU ❤︎
