Self Aware & Obsessive AU x GN!Reader— Date Everything (Dorian, Curt&Rod, Daisuke, Doug, Mateo, Amir, Johnny, Hector, Eddie&Volt, Mac, Daemon, Tony)
A/N: This idea from @devilmaymetalgear really hooked me in, and I wanted to write a quick little something! I see your requests, and I'm planning to combine them for general NSFW HC's so they should be out quicker! There are suggestive themes sprinkled in. Sorry for any mistakes as English isn't my first language:-]
WC: 1K
You’re doing your 4th re-run of the game, it’s late, and you’re not really paying attention to whatever options you’re clicking as you pull up front Dorian for a chat. You accidentally press the dialogue option that lets you leave the house and your heart drops, you’ve made so much progress, and now it’s all going down the drain— but you blink, you wait, nothing happens. Dorian is just frozen there, with an expression you’ve never noticed on his sprites before, the dialogue box is empty and there are no choices. After a few minutes, he sighs—the dialogue frame is still empty— and then you’re forcefully exited out of the interaction. That was strange but, probably just a bug! The game just came out after all, plus it saved your ass big time, so you just saved your game and went to bed.
Most of the time life and work get in the way of your hobbies, and sometimes you’re forced to work overtime for 2 days and not play a single minute of your new favorite dating game. Finally, the weekend arrives, and you boot up the game, the ‘trivia’ that you expect to read every time now only says, “They’ve missed you.” That’s…weird, probably a new welcome back thing the devs implemented to make you want to play more. You finally get into the game and the second you put your dateviators on, Curt & Rod, Betty, and Dorian pop up at the same time. Each of their dialogue boxes empty, and they’re all speaking over each other before the game just crashes.
Odd, you re-start and everything is fine. You go downstairs and aim your glasses at scandalebra, but somehow, Daisuke is the one that pops up on your screen. He does his usual greeting, you’ve already finished his route though, so this glitch cost you a chance. You sigh and skip through before the game stops registering your clicks and Daisuke seems to be staring right at you. Is the DLC doing this? As you’re just waiting, Daisuke finally speaks, “My love, why do you wish to waste time with the likes of him?” he sighed, “I’m right here, all yours, and you haven’t even looked at me for weeks. Are you… bored with me?”, there aren’t any choices you can select.
One time you aim your glasses at Johnny and Amir is there instead. He’s got this… look on his face, he’s blushing, and he just can’t seem to form any words. But trying to click through his empty dialogue does nothing, so you just wait. Before he could even speak, though, your game completely freezes and in seconds you’re somehow in the breaker room? Eddie & Volt greet you like nothing’s wrong, “Live wire! Ah, we’ve missed you, where have you been?” Volt said in this, eerily cheery tone of voice you’ve never heard from him, then Eddie started talking, “not good to ignore your boyfriends for too long, we could start getting jealous, y’know?”
You’re so close to finishing Abel’s story quest, and when you go over to him, you find out that one of his legs has come loose out of nowhere. Tony won’t come and fix it, no matter how many times you call for him. You go over to Tony, much to Abel’s dismay, he looks way more cheerful than you’re used to, “Ah, and to think I thought you’d forgotten about little ol’ Tony for that fucking table. I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed you, want to show me how sorry you are for ignoring me now that you’re here?”
You’re talking out loud to yourself about how this time you’re going to finally romance Keith and when those words leave your mouth your bedroom and bathroom door close themselves shut. You click and click, but Dorian just won’t open. You aim your glasses at him, the only thing he says is, “Sorry, luv, don’t feel like sharin’ you today,”
When you aim your glasses at your fridge, you expect Freddy and somehow the character standing in front of you is… Doug? “Look, I know I’m just a concept made form, but even I need some action time to time from my lover. Get your ass here and stop talking to that hairy fridge. I missed your dumbass.”
You’re talking to Curt & Rod, and you’re pretty sure they aren’t supposed to say, “Look, we know you’re popular,” Curt says, then Rod continues, “and we totally get why… I mean, look at you baby!”, Curt then chimes in, “but y’know, we do want you for ourselves the most. Why don’t you, ignore them for a while and come cuddle up with us? It’s been a while, lover.”
You talk to Mac once first thing in the day, and now the rest of your charges are gone! You try aiming your glasses at them again just to see, and it actually works, “I can get a little possessive, but you do understand, don't you?”
You do not remember about a literal sex scene where Hector and the player (you) are experimenting with temperature play as he’s breathlessly moaning your name when your character shivers, “Ah my love, seeing you so vulnerable all for me while they are watching makes my heart so full that it could burst.”
Somehow, every day a new inanimal goes missing, and you have to spend hours with Mateo to find them, somehow he doesn’t mind this at all, somehow the inanimals look chirpier than ever when you click on them.
You don’t even remember there being a shower feature, let alone how your character got into it, but the way Johnny is looking at you and the way he’s talking about your body like it’s the really expensive looking piece of cake in a bakery window tells you he’s loving this. “You look… amazin’, downright ethereal, am I allowed to… get a feel for myself, gorgeous?”
Somehow every time you try to talk with Diana, your diary, Daemon shows up. They say nothing, just look at you with a blank face, until one time you got so over it that you closed and opened the game again. Once again, aiming your glasses to Diana, yet Daemon shows up. They laugh at you, “Ah, opposite of hate, is it that hard to see you belong only to me? Since now, they know what they are too, I’ll stop being ‘special’, will you still talk to me then?”
she could be like a peds nurse who works upstsirs. but they get so understaffed in the ER she has to go down. maybe she she's Mateo and Victoria and gets #jealous
💞Plot💞: Y/N and Mateo agreed when they first became serious, it wouldn’t touch the work place. Now, Y/N has to watch starry-eyed Victoria Javadi look at her man. Can she play nice?
💞Characters💞: Mateo Diaz x Fem!Reader (mentions of other Pitt members)
💞Title💞: Jealous..
💞A/N💞: I hope I did well😅
Masterlist
“When I came down here, I did so to see my cute boyfriend get all sweaty..” You begin shamelessly as you slip effortlessly next to a flustered Mateo. He gives you a playful look before going back to scanning the one of four x-rays in his grasp at this moment.
“Not enjoying the sweat?” He breathes out tiredly.
“Oh, no. I’m enjoying the sweat.” You snort, playing along. “But uh… I’m not the only one.” You point out as your eyes find a certain dark brown pair that are wide and focused.
On your man.
You smile politely at Dr. Javadi as she quickly realizes she’s been caught. She turns her back fast to face Dr. McKay instead.
“Who else would be looking?” He snorts as he finally looks at you, always the clueless type.
Mateo has always been a good guy, but his goofball attitude is constantly being mistaken for flirting, and he’s a naturally born gentleman.
Those two traits alone is what got you.
“It’s… Nothing.” You sigh, wanting to keep things casual.
Today was hell enough without adding your schoolgirl insecurities into the mix. You grab at the other two x-rays in his hand to examine yourself, making him smile gratefully your way before getting back to work.
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Your feet throbbed in a way that warned you.
If you sit down now, you won’t be getting back up.
You took note of it, using it as motivation to keep moving. You step out of room 12, knowing what’s next on the list.
Check in with curtain 7.
As you move down the hallway, dodging stretchers and doctors, you catch a sight from the corner of your eye. Mateo and Javadi, talking by the hand sanitizer on the wall by rooms 18 and 19. He says something that makes her laugh in a way that hunches her body over, hand coming up to touch his bicep.
Before it clicks to you, you’re already moving over to them.
“Hey. What’s the cooler talk?” You ask, acting pleasant as Javadi sheepishly backs away.
“Just selling my pitch to Doctor J here. The dark side could use her.” Mateo smirks at a bashful Javadi and you side eye him before holding yourself as a physical restraint so you don’t step right at his side and break the only rule you two held sacred: keep this away from work.
“Still haven’t decided your path?” You ask instead, keeping that smile on your face that makes Mateo glance at you a bit longer than normal before he looks back at the stammering resident in front of them.
“It’s… A lot of opinions in front of me.” She finally says.
“You mean options?” Mateo asks and she shifts on her feet.
“No..” She sighs heavily.
You and Mateo share a glance before he softly touches her shoulder. “Hey. It’s your choice at the end of the day.” He says assuringly, making her smile up at the taller man, moving close to try and hug him.
You don’t think. You just move.
You get between the two of them so you can be the one hugging her instead. She’s thrown off by the suddenness, but slowly hugs you back.
“Thank… You…” She says slowly as you two pull away. You smile at her and say nothing until she finally gets the hint and walks off, waving a silent goodbye to Mateo who stands put off behind you.
“You’re a hugger now?” He raises an eyebrow.
“The girl needed comfort.” You defend with a shrug. He chuckles and shakes his head at you.
“What?” You ask flatly as you turn fully to face a now amused looking Mateo.
“You didn’t want me to hug her.” He accuses lightheartedly, making you send a dirty look his way.
“Uh.. Yeah. Because you’re sweaty. I’m saving the poor girl.” You state with a shrug like it’s not that deep. Mateo crosses his arms, leaning his shoulder against the wall as he smiles at you.
“Uh-Uh. Not buying it. You’re jealous.” He laughs and you feel your face heat up, giving you away. You stomp your foot though, not wanting to admit to it.
“Am not!” You state. “Just think you should get back to work.” You add before turning swiftly away to walk off.
“Got it, Nurse Y/N!” Mateo calls jokingly, definitely enjoying making you squirm like this…
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“You’re my favorite, you know that?” Dana sighs as you drop off the stack of MRI Scans from the fourth floor.
“Mmm… That’s why I really do this, D. Your praise..” You joke as she playfully winks your way.
“You really want praise? Run up to floor five for those damn Labs.” Monica Peters says roughly as she makes a pile of files. “I’ll give you praise so good, your damn head will spin.” She states simply as you snort a bit.
“On it.” You assure softly.
It’s almost 7pm, yet nothing had gotten easier. Well, actually, the heat wasn’t an issue anymore. Outside was a crisp 70, and with the drop in temperature came a calmness from all residents, doctors, and nurses. No one was ready and willing to throw hands anymore, which definitely made working together a bit easier…
You tiredly head towards the staircase double doors, pausing as you see Javadi and Mateo sitting on a bottom step together. She rests her head on his shoulder and you instantly feel your heart drop.
Stepping into the stairwell, Mateo looks up and makes eye contact with you. “Y/N. Hey-“ You cut him off, no filter on and an edge to your voice.
“Why aren’t you working?” You bluntly ask.
“You’re right. It’s my fault. I.. I just needed a minute.” Javadi sighs as she stands up fast.
“You need a minute? Stay out the ER.” You say unapologetically before walking past them both.
As you storm up the stairs, you hear quick footsteps behind you. “Y/N.” You ignore it as best you can.
“That wasn’t very mentor of you.” Mateo tries a different angle, and you laugh in stunned way.
“Mentor? Never signed up for that. Didn’t know you did.” You state, still not turning to look at him as he follows you upstairs. When you reach the third floor landing, he grabs your arm gently to stop you.
“What’s going on? Talk to me? You’re really jealous?” He asks, concern clear on his face. As if he’s just now realizing this is no laughing matter.
“No, I’m perfectly cool with a girl who looks at you like you hung the moon, confiding in you in the stairway at work.” You blurt out.
“Okay… Firstly, I didn’t hang the moon. And secondly, if I did… It’d be for you.” He says quietly as he steps a bit closer. “You know that, Y/N..” He says, as if he shouldn’t have to ever assure you of his feelings towards you.
And usually he doesn’t have to.
“She gets to do… Things I can’t.” You finally admit quietly as you look at Mateo, feeling embarrassed that this is the main topic of your anger. He shakes his head a bit, not understanding.
“When she’s upset… She gets to confide in you. When she’s bored, she gets to joke around with you. When she needs a laugh or a hug or just you, she… Easily gets you.” You complain.
“She gets ‘Mateo at the Pitt’. Y/N, you get ‘Mateo all the time’.” He points out.
“There’s a difference?” You mutter, not buying it..
“I’d say. Like.. ‘Work Mateo’? He keeps his head down, gets the task done. ‘Free Mateo’? You know he loves to go out. Listen to some nice music, have a good time…” He shimmies a bit as he grabs your hands, reminding you of your nights out dancing. You try to ignore the flutter it gives you. You wanted to stay mad…
“Oh?” You mutter quietly as you make yourself stay still. He chuckles.
“Yeah. ‘Work Mateo’ tries to keep the joking to a minimum. Not ‘Free Mateo’, he’s a clown…” He shrugs casually.
You grumble out something about him not being that funny and he clenches his chest like he’s been shot from that one comment.
“Well.. ‘Work Mateo’… He stays professional. But…” He slowly leans in closer. “‘Free Mateo‘? He really really likes kissing you.” He says softly before his lips ever so softly peck yours. You try to halfheartedly kiss back, but you melt into his lips before you know it. You two slowly pull away and you pout a bit as you let yourself relax against him more.
“It sucks. Not having ‘Work Mateo’ too..” You sigh against his lips. He rests his forehead against yours.
“Why? That guy sounds like he sucks…” He jokes and you playfully swat at his chest, making him laugh softly.
“Seriously, Y/N. You have ‘Free Mateo’..” He states. “Not everyone can say they have that. Because I don’t trust that side to just anyone..” He says softly as you absentmindedly mess with his nurse badge that hangs from his scrubs.
“You have to trust that..” He says quietly as he watches you with those soft brown eyes that you finally look up into.
“I’m sorry.” You finally sigh. He smiles a bit.
“You never have to apologize to me. I’m sorry if I gave you anything to worry about.” He says patiently. It makes you feel more silly for even being mad in the first place…
“But.” He continues with a hopeful smile. “I’m not the only one you should apologize to..” He points out and you sigh heavily as it clicks…
After helping you gather the labs from the fifth floor, Mateo and you head back downstairs so you can go find Javadi. She’s at her locker, packing up for the evening.
“Javadi.” You say as you walk over. She turns fast and sighs as she sees it’s just you. She smiles sheepishly.
“I’m calling it.” She admits. You nod at that, showing there’s no judgement coming from you about that.
“I uh… I wanted to apologize. For how I… Must’ve come off today. I… I just.. Let the heat get to me.” You say softly, making her smile politely.
“No hard feelings…” She assures fast, grabbing her backpack and shutting her locker.
You sigh in relief and wish her a goodnight, turning to leave until she calls out for you. You turn back to her. “Yeah?” You ask.
“I… This might be in my head, but… I think Nurse Mateo… Likes you.” She finally admits with a slight grin of excitement on your behalf. It makes you lightly chuckle without meaning to.
“I sure hope so.” Is all you say, voice tender and playfully before you leave the locker room…
I'm lowkey surprised that I haven't come across any Date Everything fics where Reader is lowkey objectum, especially pre-glasses era.
Imagine loving on your objects, cooing out sweet words of affection and peppering them in kisses and having dates only to get the glasses and oh would you look at that, now they can smother you in kisses back.
TW: Hypersexuality, Overstimulation, Riding, Crying during sex, Mateo doesn't know how to help, SUPER SHORT.
A/N: Sorry this is so short!! I was really at a lost for words today. I researched as much as i could about hypersexuality, so hopefully I portrayed it as best as I can. Thanks for requesting! ❤︎ ya!
This was your fourth round.
Mateo played under you, helpless and overstimulated. He clutched at the sheets beneath him like a life line.
His still hard cock scrapped against your walls with every thrust, tip beating against your cervix and further edging him.
You, on the other hand, barely broke a sweat. Your hips never stuttered, bouncing on his still hard cock like there was no tomorrow.
Tears streamed down your cheeks like rivers. You’re overstimulated as well, but you seem to like the painful feel of it. You like the sting it brings your body.
Your legs never tired either. They continued in their movement as if you’re running a marathon. Your hands gripped the bed’s head bored tightly, like if you let go, everything will disappear.
Sex was like an on and off addiction to you. Sometimes, like right now, you’d fuck for hours without stopping. Without a break.
And other times you’d be repulsed at the slightest mention of it, not having sex for weeks. Hell, not even letting him touch you during those episodes.
Honestly, Mateo didn’t know what to do. Should he ask you about it? Or maybe suggest some sort of therapy? How should’ve he help? How could he help?
He was undecided. But the one thing he did know, was that he’ll support you no matter what you decide to do.
Even if it means he’s getting ridden for hours on end, and than blue-balled next week.
How do you think the Pitt boys react to coming home from work and seeing reader dancing in the kitchen while wearing their shirt and doing dishes?
Now this, this is beautiful idea holy fuck
Dr. Robby-
Robby, Robby, Robby. This man is TIRED when he gets home and is just ready to drop in bed, scrubs and all. However when he hears the loud music and your voice he grins and gently shuts the door before walking to the kitchen to lean in the doorway and watch you. And that man is taking EVERYTHING in. Especially when he see your hips sway. Eventually he will speak up and just say, "Now what do I have to do to come home to this every day?" Then he's walking over to give you "a kiss"- its definitely more than just one and there is definitely a little tongue involved.
Dr. Abbot-
Jack isn't fully paying attention when he gets home, a little in his own head and thoughts, but when he goes to throw his bag on the kitchen table- a habit you are still trying to knock out of him- he stops and just clutches his bag strap with a smile watching you. I like to imagine you're in one of his older military shirts and that adds a different level of heat for him because I think he thinks a lot about wishing he had you around sooner, likes the idea of having you had been his little military wife. Anyway he watches for a while head cocked to the side with a grin and eventually you spin around holding a now clean serving spoon as a microphone and that's when you spot him. Jack's grin definitely widens as he says, "Why'd you stop? I was enjoying my favorite show."
Langdon-
When he gets home and walks into the kitchen and sees you in his shirt I think his heart is gonna do a little flip because of all the guys, Langdon definitely has the biggest thing for seeing his partners in his clothes. He's definitely speaking up as he walks over and saying, "What are you doing in that old thing?" As he grabs you and pulls you into a very close swaying as he grins. He's definitely staring at your lips as he says, "How about you forget about the rest of the dishes and we go take a shower together and see where that takes us?"
Whitaker-
Dennis my beloved. We already know that this man loves an after work dance session. So when he gets back after a shift and sees you dancing around he just feels like the day's stressors melted off of him. Dennis just drops his bag right in the kitchen door way and leans forward hand out as he asks, "Mind if I cut in and have this dance?" Which results in the two of you being goofy and dancing around for a bit, Dennis spinning you around, leaving little kisses when he's able too. Each of you dancing around each other as you both work to finish the dishes. Afterwards, as Dennis holds you clos with a somewhat shy smile he asks if you've ever done line dancing. Then he spends the next few hours spending time with you teaching the line dances he knows and swinging you around with a big smile and laughs. The night definitely ends with some kind of quick dinner on the couch and a heated make-out session with a hand up your shirt and Dennis' tongue wrapped around your own.,
Special Mention Mateo-
Mateo comes home a little worn down and rolling his neck as he walks into the kitchen. Only to freeze when he sees you dancing around. So he sneaks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist tightly, molding into you from behind and presses a few kisses to your neck, before whispering something in your ear that has you flushing and swatting back at him as he grins and laughs before stepping aside and joining you to finish the dishes.
Asks are open for The Pitt characters! Send me all your ideas and thoughts!
Can you write for like all the datesbles in date everything x a dancer reader/ who is a stripper?
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Airyn | Amir | Bobby Pen | Chance | Curt & Rod | Daisuke | Dorian | Drysdale | Eddie & Volt | Farya I Harper | Hector | Keyes | Koa | Kopi | Lyric | Mateo | Memoria | Miranda | Parker | Reggie | River I Skips | Winnifred | Zoey
Airyn:
She loves to watch you dance. With or without clothes, it matters not to her. The expression of yourself is something she adores to witness. If it’s in your home, that’s great. If you’re making money? Go get it! You look sexy while you’re doing it and she will tell you as such. She has a habit of giving you feedback on what her favorite parts were if you’re using your dance for seductive purposes so you’re never left wondering how exactly to win her over. Although that’s not her intent with telling you this. She just wants to express her admiration.
Amir:
He commits everything to memory. Every curve and stretch of your body is something he follows with his eyes. He’s absolutely enthralled and captivated by you every single time he sees you but especially when you move so fluidly. If you ever offer him a dance, he’s grabbing a mirror so he can watch you from every single angle.
Bobby Pen:
Flustered. So very flustered but they’re trying to pretend that they’re not. They try so hard to keep their eyes on you but they keep darting away. Hands are hovering and they don’t know what to do if you offer them a dance. They just sit there awkwardly, looking the other way, with their hands balled up in fists at their sides.
Chance:
Is convinced at first that you’re just messing with him when you offer him a dance. Then he realizes your serious. It completely goes over his head that you’re flirting with him and he tries to give you money at the end. He’s 100% thinking that you’re just doing what you do for your job, roleplaying that you like someone, and you don’t actually like him. Once he realizes otherwise though, he begins to get more confident. Especially when he sees you practicing. He’ll come up behind you and wrap his arms around you loosely, giving you time to move away before he starts grinding against your ass. His grip tightens.
Curt & Rod:
Absolutely throwing some playful shade at people who are throwing their money your way while simultaneously being people who throw money your way. Standing to the side, whispering to one another while they watch you about how talented you are.
Daisuke:
He writes poetry about the ways in which you move. He’s absolutely going to be there in a heartbeat while you’re practicing if you need someone to spot you. When he’s realized, with his particular line of work he falls in and the way yours has you, the two of you may even end up sitting for hours on end together while being drawn.
Dorian:
He’s less watching you and more watching everyone else who’s eyes are on you. Assessing for threats and drunkers who may have wandering hands. There are times though where he’ll glance your way and his eyes will soften. Do expect trap Dorian to make a suggestion for a private show once maybe.
Drysdale:
He’s watching with the eyes of a fellow artist. He’s taking in your technique and style. He’ll compliment you on it in ways only someone who understand can. Once he’s realized, he may even ask you for advice on how to dance in this particular way or maybe it came up before then. If he’s in a good mood, he may even agree to doing a duet with you.
Eddie & Volt:
Expect to be asked by Volt, even just teasingly, to preform at the club. If you say yes. He’s going to short circuit. Him and Eddie both. Volt will be glued down to his seat the entire time. Eddie will be half heartedly attending to people, eyes flitting between drinks and you. Both absolutely in awe of you. You’re open to preform there any time.
Farya:
She will absolutely watch you practice. She may even be tempted to touch you when you stretch and bend, wanting to feel how your body moves like it does. She’s not the biggest fan of watching you work but the art in and of itself is something she does admire. It’s not that she has a problem with what you do, she just doesn’t like how while you’re working you’re seen less as a person sometimes and more like an object so she’d much rather just watch you as you practice.
Harper:
She is there every single night. Watching you and you better make eye contact with her or blow her a kiss at least once. That’s all she wants in order to relax. A lot of conversations about how this is just your job and something you do for money. It’s not even that she’s worried about you cheating. Her accusing Dirk was less about a fear of him cheating and just of him leaving. She knows better now. She just doesn’t like the way that some people look at you. They don’t look at you the way she does with adoration and affection.
Hector:
Oh, how he adores to watch you. It’s one of his favorite things. To see you so free and expressive without having to fear about himself speaking or doing something wrong. All he has to do is bask in the glory that is you. It’s perfection.
Keyes:
Expect songs composed for you based upon your movement. It’s sped and flow, the way in which you move your hands and hips, your breath’s changes as you go through different motions and the stretch of your muscles. All of these will be included in the songs she composes about you. If you dance to them, she will be enraptured but not once does she miss a single note.
Koa:
Watching you is the epitome of beauty to him. He simply sits and stares, utterly entranced by you. Resting his chin on his hand and watching you with warm eyes.
Kopi:
Oh, she is blushing. Her eyes are flickering between you and what she’s doing, completely and utterly unfocused on what’s in her hands. If you offer her a dance, she is stumbling her way through explaining how she just likes to watch you. She does also like to listen to you explain the intricacies of each little detail.
Lyric:
Writings cannot accurately capture the delicateness of each curve, sway, and dip you do. Each is a feat he enjoys to watch. He’s looking and watching, utterly entranced, knowing there is not a way to describe with words the grace, beauty, and sensuality of which you possess.
Mateo:
When you practice, some of the inanimals are at your feet, trying to trio you up accidentally as they vie for your attention. He tried to keep them away from you at first but when you assured him they were alright and you enjoyed spending time with them while honing your craft, he let them be. He adores seeing the way you expertly avoid stepping on them and sometimes pet them with a hand or a foot while you move.
Memoria:
A glass of wine in one hand is almost a must when she watches you, only because she loves you you’ll pluck it from her and set it down right before moving to hover above her. It gives you a reason to be in her space.
Miranda:
Will you dance with her at one of her shows? Yes, she is absolutely getting distracted but if anything it makes her hit her notes better and adds a breathy note to her voice that people seem to adore. A very attractive aspect of her live shows to her audience.
Parker:
We’ve seen how this man gets about his own body. But yours? Oh, he has no reserves about that. Watching you move is something he makes no effort to hide how much he enjoys. He may even come up to you and make a comment about how with so much skin exposed, he’s tempted to bite it so people know you’re taken. chomp chomp
Reggie:
He hates watching people lust after you and one should know how he feels when he’s hateful. Whispering some things that may be degrading, just a bit. Okay, probably a lot. But when it’s just the two of you? You get back at him by throwing your clothes at his face and oh, how he hates that too.
River:
The back and forth with the grace, bends, swoops, dips, and twirls all remind her of well, herself. So very fluid. She craves to compliment you and may even ask if you’d teach her some of the basics. It makes her feel empowered to be in control of the flow of her body. With your hands occasionally guiding her? Well, it makes it all the more special.
Skips:
Honestly, at first it made him insecure. You had so many people fawning at you day after day. Why would you have any reason to come back to him? Then he’d begin to truly watch you (not everyone looking but you) and realize how your eyes closed during your performances. You weren’t paying attention to them but the feel of your body in the darkness your eyes could give you. He felt better after that realization.
Winnifred:
Oh, she loves to watch you work. Seeing you flirt and get flirted back with fills her heart. It warms her to know just how desired you are not just by her but by others as well.
Zoey:
She’s more of a disco girl, personally, but she understands the appeal when she sees you dance for the first time. It’s much softer and more slow than the fast past and sometimes jerky movements of the disco and she appreciates how it gives time to truly admire your features you put on display. She’d never ask or expect but she would shower you with compliments every time she saw you dance.
Cam isn’t the first person most would think of as being incredibly dominant and not particularly caring. It’s not that he’s not those things, but there are certainly others among your house of lovers, so why him? It’s simple, though! Cam is genuinely sweet (... When he wants to be), and you always know that he’ll always give you what you want in the end, but the venture there is filled with plenty of edging and teasing..
Don’t get it confused, he'll make you feel dirty (are you really surprised?), but Cam won't tease about it… Too much, anyway, unless he catches on that you like it.
Cam pulls you back into his lap, hooking your legs over his to keep you nice and spread out. You feel exposed as the cool air nips at your body almost cruelly, one hand reaching up to push his fingers into your mouth while the other one dips down and gropes your exposed pussy, “You’re making a mess, and I haven’t even put anything inside you yet. Are you really that desperate?” The man nibbles along your neck, pressing his fingers down against your soft tongue to make sure you couldn’t answer.
It’s a painful, embarrassing truth; he hasn’t even put his fingers, only grinding his palm against your clit and occasionally pressing his middle and ring finger against your hole to test your reaction. Due to this, your cunt has been fucking weeping. Slick trailing down and staining the flesh of your thighs and ass, you’re practically burning yourself with how desperate you are. Similarly, drool slips from your mouth to coat Cam’s fingers in what you would consider a gross fashion—but he seems to be eating it up, pushing his fingers farther down to watch your tears build up, attempting to back away, only to press yourself further against him.
You let out a little whimper, weakly moving your hips against Cam’s hand, but he immediately stops all his movements with an amused huff. He lets out a soft coo, pressing the flat of his tongue against your neck before dragging it up disgustingly across your neck, blowing some air on the wet skin, “What? You don’t like that?” Cam is grinning, but you can’t even muster the strength to want to snap at him—all you want is to cum!
With intense desperation, you attempt to grind your hips forward, the knot in your stomach tightening. The man doesn’t fight, watching as you climb to your peak yet again, watching in delight as your fingers dig into his legs that keep yours spread sinfully.
“Aw,” Cam murmurs, spreading his fingers apart with a wet noise, “It’s okay, baby. Everything is just fine. You can keep taking it, right? I know you can, you're just." He crooks his fingers, "so sweet f'me, right?"
Mateo is nothing if not tooth-rottenly sweet to you, and he adores you always seems to melt into him—the way you kick off your shoes and practically stumble into his arms after a hard day's work, he’s gotten to develop something of a third sense whenever you need to let your mind melt away for a bit. Mateo is always gentle with you; he just can’t resist showering you with praises and kisses.
Mateo leans closer into your chest, resting his hands gently on your hips as you sink down on his cock with a wet squelch, accompanied by moans drug from both of you.
"Mmph- Oh, sweet girl," The man is messy, and yet still dares to look and sound amazing. The words fall from his lips easily, as if you're not hanging onto his every praise.
The position that the two of you are in isn't embarrassing, and yet you feel like your face was set on fire. Mateo is sitting on the couch, with his hands resting gently on your hips while you struggle to keep yourself from falling and taking in all of his fat cock too quickly. Your hands rest on his shoulders, digging into his skin just enough to make him tense and shudder against you.
"Mm," Mateo massages your hips, sliding to cup your ass before returning to your hips—he repeats the pattern repeatedly, "G- Mn- Go slow, baby. You can do it, but don't hurt yourself."
Your heart swells at his words, beating aggressively against your chest so bad that you fear Mateo might actually feel it. It's even more embarrassing after he begins to press kisses onto your chest, smiling into your warm skin, feeling your already warm cunt getting wet enough to drip down the length of his cock, "That's it, sweet girl. Ohhh, I love you- I love you, I love you-"
A desperate whine leaves your spit-covered lips, your arms sliding to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you sink down against him. You're halfway down, gasping weakly, taking it slow and steady despite how badly you want to just drop and let your pussy swallow him entirely.
Eddie and Volt are both switches, but neither are particularly obedient when acting submissive. When Volt is submissive, he’s a huge fucking brat—teasing and giving Eddie a little, impish grin, and while Eddie does tend to be a bit more obedient than Volt, neither were exactly prepared for just how obedient you would be! They’re especially not used to someone who sticks with one role, as both of them tend to flip around quite a bit (one day Volt might be getting bent over with grumpy! Eddie’s fingers in his mouth, and Eddie could be crying and hissing as Volt pushes himself inside Eddie’s mouth—they just need both worlds!). That’s not to say they aren’t incredibly grateful, especially when they’re both feeling a bit dominant.
“Mm!” You gag around Eddie’s cock, nose buried in his bush, brushing against his abdomen. You resist the urge to pull away while tears fill your eyes—not that you could, as Volt’s long fingers entangle themselves in your hair, pushing you up and down the length of your lover’s heavy cock.
“Oh, that’s a magnificent sight,” Volt murmurs, lifting you from Eddie’s just a bit and watching as more drool slips out and drops onto your exposed thighs, “Aren’t you a good little Spark, taking him deep in that throat of yours, hm?” He pushes you back down once more, causing Eddie to roll his head back and buck his hips upwards—making you gag harshly.
“Shit-” Eddie curses immediately, giving Volt a weak glare (the man only grins in response), “Don’t- ah- Don’t fucking do that.” He warns, his knuckles going white as he leans back, gripping the edge of the bar. Small, pleasured noises leave Eddie’s lips, despite his attempts not to be affected by the way your warm, silky throat convulses around his cock, the way you’re trying your best to look up at him—he has to squeeze his eyes closed just to keep from shooting his load down your throat.
Volt bites his lip, his fingers still buried in your hair and guiding your movements in an unforgiving rhythm, “You know they can take whatever we give them, they’re such a determined little thing.” He coos, glancing down at you while leaning to nibble at Eddie’s throat—causing the man to scowl, the redness on his face spreading. “Just look at how eager they are.” It’s stated as a fact, and Eddie can’t help but let his eyes drop back down to you.
The way his eyes, cloudy with lust, intensely study the way your cheeks bulge makes your stomach tighten in a way you can’t describe, moaning when the man rolls his hips. You run your tongue across the prominent vein on Eddie’s cock, giving a harsh suck as the two of you make eye contact, watching through teary-eyes as he immediately cusses.
Volt lets out a surprised noise as Eddie jerks up and throws his head back, before chuckling deeply, running his thumb over your head rewardingly, “Oh, good- keep that up, an I dare say, Eddie might break for you.”
Barry- God- he makes you want to be good for him! He already showers you with so much praise and affection naturally, but he thinks you’re just darling when you’re laid out on your back for him, looking up like he’s everything. He could never bring himself to make you do all the work—on the contrary, he quite likes working you up and sending you over the edge, so he always tells you that you just need to sit and look pretty for him!
Barry’s mouth is absolutely sinful- divine, in all the right ways, between the enamored praises and the way he doesn’t hold back, kissing and groping you senselessly. It’s like he’s drunk, just off the taste of your neck and collarbone.
“Gorgeous-” Barry gasps, just barely heard through your skin as he grinds his cock forward, “Positively gorgeous, darling- You’re such a good girl, you always are.” He babbles drunkenly as you whimper.
His whole weight is on top of you, sandwiching you between himself and the bed—it’s hot, your both sweaty, panting, and you’re sure that the makeup Barry had spent so much time on is running down your face. You two have been at this for at least an hour (maybe even two), with him pumping his cock in and out your soft pussy until the two of you physically couldn’t handle it anymore, but you couldn’t bring yourselves to stop!
You wrap your arms around Barry’s neck to pull him closer, whimpering as you feel the length of his cock sliding against your sensitive folds, over and over again. The cum clinging to your thighs, mixed with your slick, makes it easier for him to slip against you while you’re unable to even twitch your hips.
Barry’s mouth attaches to your neck, dragging his teeth lightly against you with small, fucked-out whimpers, “Mm- Good- good, good, you feel so good-” he continues endlessly as he quickens his pace, the sound of his thighs hitting your own become louder, the wet squelches of his cock rubbing you nearly clicking from the sheer amount of mess the two of you had made. Despite every inch of the two of you screaming for mercy, you just can’t bring yourselves to stop…
I heard somewhere that the MC has a agoraphobia so imagine if they somehow get locked out of the house (maybe Keith did something) and has a panic attack and the dateables comfort them
This was so much fun, you might be able to tell I got a bit carried away lol
Dateables comforting agoraphobic reader after they get locked out
Dorian is lowkey zoning out until he realizes you've been locked out. He practically breaks himself off his hinges pulling the door open for you
He immediately pulls you into his arms, sinking to the floor as he murmurs comforting words, internally biting himself for not noticing sooner
Mateo notices you immediately and at the sight of your tears, he rushes over to help, swaddling you in blankets before Dorian carries you over to the couch
Koa also notices once you're set down beside him, startling out of his nap at the sound of your sniffles. He lets you snuggle into his side, gently rubbing your back
While this is happening, Dorian is alerting the other dateables to what's happened and they're in full work mode
Friar Errol, Luke, and Stefan have actually put aside their differences for once and mostly work in silence to make your favorite food, their worry for you drowning out their arguments.
Bathsheba and Barry are working on setting up a bath, adding in bubbles and bath salts to the warm water, which Hector made sure is the exact temperature that you like and Tyrell picks the fluffiest towels for when you're done.
Washford and Drysdale go through probably the quickest cleaning cycle ever to get your favorite pajamas clean and dry before Dirk takes them to the bath in preparation for when you finish.
Teddy and Betty focus on setting up your bed, fluffing the pillows, and taking the blankets Mateo delivers between comforting you to turn your bed into a nest of soft items.
Hector has already shifted the entire temperature of the house to the exact degree you like it when you're upset. Suppose you're at the point where he's already shown himself to you. In that case, he'll take a more hands-on role with everybody else to help you feel better
Daisuke, Kopi, and Beverly are designing the perfect drink, just warm enough to soothe without burning you, not too overwhelming of a flavor but not too plain, and poured into your favorite mug with Daisuke has polished religiously.
Once everything is set up, it's executed flawlessly. They wait until you've stopped shaking for Dorian to carry you up to your bath. Bathsheba and Barry help there, and Tyrell dries you off once you're done. Dirk hands over your still-warm pajamas before Dorian carries you to bed. There, you're delivered your favorite food by Stefan, and Daisuke hands you your drink. They let you pick who you want to cuddle with or if you'd rather lie down alone, and then Teddy and Hector take turns telling quiet stories until you're asleep.
No one, not even Hector, can put into words just how much they all love you. If it were up to them, you'd never be put in a situation that upsets you. But if times like this happen where you are, you'll never have to face it alone because they'll all be by your side.
Bonus:
When Dorian questions Keith about the mysterious locking on the door, the second he spots that smug smirk of his, it's all over for Keith. So, you may not see that key for a little while... don't check the crawlspace ;)
