dateables with a homeowner that uses their objects intimately without meaning to?? LMAO pre-meeting them/suggestive (second route au, but can be separate)
With Dorian, there’s many scenarios where your hands are full/carrying stuff. You can’t really close any doors without struggling. So, when you started to use your hips to shut them, Dorian lets out a soft grunt, light pink dusting his cheeks. He understands the struggle… but it doesn’t leave him any less flustered— feeling your hips collide against him.
Same thing can be applied to Washford and Cabrizzo. For Washford, it’s when you empty out the wet clothes and throwing them into Drysale— absentmindedly hitting your hips/waist/leg against his opening. And since it needs to lock in place, you press against him just hard enough to hear a click. In this position, your skin is unintentionally pressing against his chest. He hums. It would be quite easy for him to reach and guide you in a much different position. It sends his mind racing, that’s for sure.
Cabrizzio, on the other hand, gets the full body experience. Literally LMAO. If you’re crouching down to rummage through pots, you use your shoulder/back/ass to shut the cabinet. Wanting to close a drawer cabinet while occupied? You’ll use your hip, turn to the side, or lift a leg. It’s amusing to him how you’ll use any body part except your hands to do the job. He admires your dexterity (and the warmth you give/take every time you push against him).
On days where you use free will, you sit on top of counters and tables for shits and giggles.
Cabrizzio worries a bit when this happens. He isn’t exactly built to carry humans like couches and chairs. As he feels you shift on top of him though, it feels as if you trust him enough to keep lifted. Cabrizzo supposes this is why he has a six pack— to carry cute homeowners like you.
Abel straight up sweats, hoping you won’t hurt yourself! Gosh. He’s a table, not a gosh-darn chair. Despite the obvious issue, your weight on him actually feels comforting. And while he understands gliding your fingers across him helps you think, he’d rather you… not. It just sends a shiver down his spine!
For smaller items, they would think you can’t possible fluster them, yet you managed to prove them wrong.
Tony feels goosebumps cover his arms as you mouth a screwdriver, tinkering the breaker box. Since the og!homeowner left the house in a disarray, you’ve been keeping up with maintenance to not let that situation repeat again. As a result, the tool box is glued to your side. Tony acts like your lips don’t faze him— only to stutter out a groan as you suddenly bite down on the screwdriver. (You were getting frustrated.) Fucking hell. Tony shudders, the sharpness of your teeth nibbling his neck. You’re going to kill him at this point.
Penolope squealed the first time you dragged a pen to your lips. You were taking notes from the computer. The more engrossed you became, the more you fidgeted. Deeply concentrating, you brought the pen to your lips. Not biting down, but dragging it back and forth against your lips. Nowadays, she can usually tell when you’re going to repeat this unique quirk again, but that does not mean she’s any less affected. Though… after a while, the sensation is rather… addictive… to say the least.
Chance is in the same boat as Penolope. Except you’re more prone to tossing him back and forth between your hands. On the days that doesn’t happen however… the man would practically burst into flames. You’d draw circles across his sides at an excruciating slow pace. Back and forth. Switch to a different side. Repeat. By the you shut off the computer and exit the workroom for the day, Chance is left to compose himself at how bothered he is. You’re such a tease.
Lyric has a situation only unique to him. He notices you enjoy reading, indulging in a magazine for gossip or a good book to daydream about. Sometimes you’d fall asleep while reading. But the weirdest part? You’d purposefully cover your face with the book so light won’t peak through. In this position you’re practically almost kissing him! And you don’t even know it?! He can feel himself shaking, feeling you breathe and the proximity of your lips. He— he should use this as inspiration for his story. Yes. Totally not because he wants to relive this scene over and over again.
I'm bored so here is a little scenario with different epic characters if you tell them: "would you still love me if i was a worm?"
Telemachus
"worm? why a worm? and you're not a worm my love you're the most beautiful person i ever known-" he'll keep yapping about how much he loves you and how beautiful you are you'll get diabetes from his sweetness.
Antinous
"i don't even love you in your normal form why would i love you as a worm?" he's Antinous what did you expect?
Penelope
she'll laugh a little at your silly question before answering with smile "if you were to be a worm, you'll be the cutest worm ever and I'll take good care of you. of course I'd still love you"
Odysseus
"a worm? doesn't matter because I'll still love you even if you were a cute little worm" he said this seriously btw.
polites
"a worm? but you're way too cuter as you are now! I'd prefer you not turning into a worm, even tho, I'll always love you!" he's the sweetest man to exist, you could be a cockroach and he'll still love you
eurylochus
"why are you asking me this..." he's way too tired for this kind of bullshit, he'll say yes tho but with a tired tone.
Hermes
he's the one asking you this, and you better say yes.
Athena
"what?" she was confused on why tf you would ask her that, you won't get an answer tho because she can't understand the meaning of this, are you messing with her?now she knows why she's been avoiding relationships for decades. great job.
Poseidon
"a worm- babe haven't i not been giving you enough dick? why on all the seas you're asking this??" he's confused and mad. run.
Helloo! I don't know if you're taking requests but could you do the date everything characters with a player who's always biting something? Like- absentmindedly chewing on hangers or random blankets pre-dateviators but after getting the glasses they stop doing it?
feel free to ignore this if you don't wanna write it 😅
(First request! I might not always be able to accept requests but I'll try my hardest. You didn't specify which characters you wanted so I just went with the ones I thought fit with the prompt. Hope it's to your liking!)
Characters: Mateo, Penelope, Tydus, Hanks, Barry Styles
Mateo
He never minded, the inanimals chew on him all the time and your teeth aren't nearly as sharp as some of theirs.
Notices the shift in your behavior after you receive the dateviators and understands exactly why; he gets that it must feel weird to find out the things you chewed on were conscious the whole time.
Won't bring it up until after you've gotten close; he doesn't want to make you feel awkward. But he will broach the topic eventually.
You don't need to stop on his account, if it brings you comfort you can bite on him whenever you want. In blanket form or in human form.
He thinks it's cute, in fact he kind of gets his own strange sense of comfort from it.
Penelope
Flustered!!!
I mean she chews on her own pens but it's so different when you're the one being chewed on.
Will very awkwardly bring it up when you first start talking. She tries to come across as smooth and chill about it, but the stammering and red face prove the opposite to be true.
Then you stop, and strangely enough... she misses it.
WHAT? What's wrong with her?! Why does she miss being chewed on by you??? You're just the super sexy homeowner who she not so secretly has a super huge crush on.
She'll eventually blurt out that she wants things to go back to the way they were before. The discussion that follows is incredibly awkward, but endearing. Revelations are made. Boundaries are put in place.
She tells you that you can munch her whenever you want, then immediately regrets ever learning to speak.
Tydus
NO!!!
Hanks
It's chill, don't worry about it.
Hank 4 definitely has a biting habit so they get it. He bites them too; it's a form of affection.
You know Hank 3 is going to be the first to bring it up.
When you stop they think they've done something to upset you; you're gonna have to deal with some pouty Hanks.
What happened house homie? Did Hank 3's cringe rizz creep you out? He'll dial it back if you want.
You assure them it's nothing like that, you just don't want to push boundaries, and they let you know it's all good. You do you!
You now have permission to bite them whenever you feel like it, on the condition that they get to do the same.
Barry
He has the same habit. I mean, why do they make makeup palettes look like candy if you're not supposed to eat them? (as long as you're not eating the makeup itself).
Never gave it much thought when you did it, but when you stopped he definitely noticed.
Means to ask you about it for the longest time but every time you two chat he forgets to bring it up. You're just so fun to talk to and he has so many other things occupying his mind when you're around.
You're the one to bring it up in the end, apologizing for the way you treated him pre-dateviators. You're sure it can't have been comfortable.
He's quick to reassure you: it wasn't uncomfortable at all, he understands the compulsion to chew on things, it's grounding and an effective form of self regulation. Though he would recommend regularly cleaning/sanitizing anything you put near your mouth, your health is important after all.
Then he goes off on a tangent wondering if his own makeup products can feel him chewing on them. Is the brush he's holding its own micro-Barry? Does he also chew on his makeup? And how does that makeup feel about being chewed on?
Suddenly you're the one doing the reassuring. If he doesn't mind being chewed on, then any other possible Barrys would feel the same.
. Summary: When they realize you are insecure about your place in your relationship, Odysseus and Penelope take matters into their own hands to show you that you are loved and cherished.
. Pairing: poly! OdyPen x gn! Reader
. Warnings: Insecurity about one's place in a relationship, swearing, physical intimacy (non-sexual), implications of sex if you squint
. Notes: Today's a rainy day, and I honestly just wanted to stay in bed all day, so this is kinda self indulgent. It doesn't help that I'm very hormonal and feeling lonely right now, I gotta cope somehow, y'know?
Art taken from peachyytown's would you fall in love with me again animatic
Hearts devider made by @saradika-graphics, taken from this post
small rant at the end
The pleasant warmth of the sun kissed your skin, its soft golden glow coaxing you from your slumber. Your eyelids fluttered open sluggishly, only to immediately squeeze shut again as the light pierced through your drowsiness. A grimace tugged at your lips as you tried to adjust, your body reluctant to leave the comfort of sleep.
Above you, leaves rustled softly, stirred by the gentle breeze drifting in through the window. The air smelled faintly salty, tinged with the scent of the nearby sea and the lingering coolness of the morning. The only other sounds in the room were the slow, rhythmic breaths of those still lost in sleep, accompanied by the occasional faint murmur from someone still deep in sleep.
For a moment, you simply laid there, caught between wakefulness and the tempting pull of sleep. The warmth of the sun made you sluggish, inviting you to close your eyes again and bask in its embrace like a lazy house cat. You reached up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes in a useless attempt to will yourself awake, but the weight of morning still clung to you.
Without warning, something small and light tumbled onto your face—a delicate olive branch, no longer than your hand, with just a few leaves clinging to its slender stem. Your breath hitched for a split second before realizing it wasn't some bug descending upon you, just a harmless gift from the tree. Exhaling softly, you plucked it from your face and held it up, turning it this way and that way against the golden sunlight. The leaves, a muted but still beautiful green, glowed at the edges where the light caught them, their veins intricate like tiny rivers stretching across a map. The branch itself was slightly twisted, its bark smooth and cool under your fingers, a quiet reminder of the tree standing over you.
A gentle shift beside you pulled you from your quiet observation. The sound of a body stirring, fabric rustling against skin, brought you back to reality—the present, the now. You turned your head and found them: Penelope and Odysseus, nestled together in peaceful slumber, their arms loosely wrapped around each other as if the gods themselves had sculpted them from love and devotion. The sunlight spilling through the window cast a golden glow over them, highlighting the curve of Penelope's cheek against Odysseus' chest, the way his fingers rested lightly on her arm. It was a scene so effortlessly perfect, so achingly serene, that for a moment, you could do nothing but stare.
No, not a scene—a masterpiece. They weren't just part of a work of art. They were the art itself. And you? You were merely the spectator. No matter how close you stood to it, how much you admired it, you would never be part of it.
The thought hit harder than expected, lodging itself somewhere deep in your chest. A reality check, sharp and sobering. If you weren't awake before, you sure as hell were now.
And so, you made your decision. You had a long day ahead of you, after all.
For a moment, your face fell as you took in the sight before you, drinking in what you would never have—one last time. You savored every detail, memorizing the way the golden morning light kissed their skin, the slow, steady rhythm of their breathing, the warmth that lingered in the air between them. You tried to etch it into your mind, as if holding onto the image would somehow let you carry it with you for the rest of the day.
With a quiet exhale, you steeled yourself. Time to move.
Slowly, you sat up, the weight of sleep still clinging to your limbs. You ran a hand over your face, brushing away stray hairs that had tangled in your lashes and wiping away the dried trail of drool on your chin with a small grimace. Stretching your arms above your head, you felt your back and shoulders crack with a satisfying pop, the stiffness of sleep ebbing away.
Careful not to disturb the two sleeping beside you, you peeled back the covers and slipped your legs over the edge of the bed. The floor was cool beneath your feet as you stood, taking a moment to regain your balance. Moving as quietly as possible, you gathered your discarded belongings from the night before, every movement deliberate, every breath held as if the very air itself could betray you.
The tall double doors leading to the rest of the palace stood before you, a silent threshold between the comfort of this room and the world beyond, where the quiet hum of servants beginning their morning routines barely registered in the distance. You reached for the door and carefully—so carefully—began to pull it open, just enough to slip through unnoticed.
The gods, it seemed, had other plans.
A groan—low, deep, and deafening in the once serene quiet—echoed through the chamber as the door resisted, protesting your escape like some cursed relic refusing to be moved. The sound was atrocious, like a rusted gate being wrenched open after centuries of abandonment. Alright—maybe that was an exaggeration, but to you, in that moment, it might as well have been a war horn announcing your departure. You winced, every muscle tensing as if you could will the sound away.
And then—
"Where are you going?"
Shit.
You froze.
Odysseus' voice, low and rough from sleep but sharp with instinct, locked you in place. Slowly, you turned your head to find him sitting up, one hand planted on the bed for support while the other remained on Penelope's arm. Even after all this time, even here, in the safety of his own home, his body still reacted like that of a soldier—trained to wake at the first hint of disturbance, a guard dog forever on edge. His tired eyes, heavy with both exhaustion and years of hardship, fixed on you, silently demanding an answer.
Beside him, Penelope stirred at the sudden movement, her brow creasing as she hovered between dreams and wakefulness.
Shit.
Swallowing hard, you finally forced the words out.
"I—I was—"
The sentence faltered before it could fully form, the weight of his gaze pressing down on you like a boulder. Your throat felt tight, your mind scrambling for an excuse, a justification—anything—but nothing sounded right. You cursed the damn door for betraying you, for dragging you into this conversation when you had so carefully tried to slip away unnoticed.
Odysseus didn't rush you. He simply watched, eyes never wavering, waiting with the same patience he carried in battle, as if you were an opponent yet to make your move.
Finally, you forced yourself to say it.
"I was just leaving."
A single brow lifted. His confusion was obvious, but something else lingered beneath it—something heavier, something that made your stomach twist.
"You always do this..." His voice was steady, but there was a hint of disappointment threading through it, subtle yet sharp enough to make you flinch. "You leave before we even get a chance to look at you in the morning."
You felt yourself shrink under his words, as if you could make yourself small enough to disappear entirely.
Before you could even think of how to respond, Penelope stirred, shifting against Odysseus as her eyes fluttered open. His gaze softened immediately, dropping to her as he ran a comforting hand along her arm, a silent reassurance that everything was fine. You felt another pang in your chest, a familiar ache that you had learned to swallow down like bitter medicine.
But in that moment, you were also grateful. Grateful that his eyes had left you, even if only for a second.
The thought of bolting—actually sprinting out of the room and retreating to the safety of your own—flashed across your mind. But before you could act on it, Penelope's gaze settled on you, sharp despite the haze of sleep. Now, two pairs of eyes pinned you in place.
"What's happening?" Her voice was low, laced with quiet concern.
"They were just leaving." Odysseus answered, not looking away from you.
"Why?" Penelope's questioning glance flickered between you and her husband, her brows knitting together.
Odysseus let out a breath, the sound barely audible but weighted with something unspoken. "I ask myself the same thing."
Their gazes searched yours, trying to find something—anything—that would give them an answer. You did everything in your power to avoid meeting their eyes. But there was something about them, about the way they waited, that hurt more than if they had just let you go. Their patience, their quiet understanding—it burned more than any harsh words ever could.
You didn't want patience. You didn't want kindness. Because when it was inevitably taken away, when reality came crashing down and reminded you of your place, it would hurt a thousand times worse.
You just wanted to get out of there.
"So?"
You swallowed thickly, forcing down everything else you wanted to say.
"I thought you two would want to be alone when you woke up."
The words were barely above a whisper, strained and hollow, but they heard them. You could tell by the way their expressions shifted, by the way their patience turned into something softer—something that made it even worse.
"Why would you think that, darling?" Penelope's voice was gentle, too gentle, and it cut deeper than she could ever know.
Desperate to escape, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"Why would you? I mean, look at you—" You gestured vaguely, frustration tightening in your chest. "What more use could I possibly serve?"
Their faces fell, their warmth dimming into something softer, something unbearably gentle. The way they looked at you—like you were something precious, something loved—made your stomach twist. You mistook it for pity, and that only made your frustration grow.
"...Dear." Penelope was the first to move. Slowly, deliberately, she freed herself from the covers, approaching you with the careful grace of someone stepping toward a wild animal. Like if she made one wrong move you'd bolt.
You hated being treated like that. But the worst part was knowing why they did it.
And yet, you couldn't stop yourself from keeping your walls up. Even if it only made the feeling worse.
She stopped just before you, close enough that the warmth of her skin reached yours. You tried—really tried—to look away, to avoid those deep, knowing eyes, but your body betrayed you. You met her gaze despite yourself, and she held it, searching for something in you, something you weren't sure you had anymore.
Then, gently, she reached up and cupped your cheek.
You wanted to pull away. You should have pulled away. But your body refused, leaning into the warmth before your mind even caught up. You cursed yourself for the lapse and forced yourself to still.
"Is that what you think?" Her voice was quiet, almost pained. "That we just use you and then cast you aside? That you're disposable?"
Her thumb brushed over your cheek, feather-light. Every second, it became harder to keep yourself together.
"It's hard not to." You admitted, voice barely above a whisper.
Her brows furrowed. "Why do you think so lowly of yourself?"
You scoffed, the disbelief bubbling up before you could stop it. "Of myself?"
"Yes." She said simply.
Then, with unwavering certainty, she added, "Why would we ever do that to someone as brilliant, as capable, as extraordinary as you?" She tilted her head, watching as her words struck something deep within you. "We are the lucky ones. If anyone should be afraid of not being good enough, it's us."
Your breath caught.
"...You don't mean that." You murmured, barely holding back the sting in your eyes. You refused to cry. You would not cry.
But she only held your gaze, unwavering. "I mean it with my whole heart."
Before you could respond, Odysseus' voice cut through the quiet.
"Come here."
Both you and Penelope turned. He was still sitting on the bed, watching you carefully. He patted the empty space beside him—the one Penelope had left behind just moments ago. His expression was unreadable, a strange mix of exasperation and something softer, something that told you he wanted you to understand.
Penelope withdrew her hand from your face but held it out to you instead, giving you the choice.
You hesitated.
Every instinct screamed at you to turn away, to run before this kindness could turn to something else. But despite your mind's protests, despite the tightness in your chest, you reached out.
Your fingers barely brushed hers before she closed the distance, wrapping her hand around yours and giving a reassuring squeeze. It was cool against your skin, soothing in a way you despised—because it felt good. Because it was comforting, and you weren't sure if you deserved it.
Without a word, she led you back to the bed.
Odysseus gestured for you to sit, so you did. Then, he motioned for you to come closer, leaving space beside you for Penelope. You hesitated again, but once more, you complied.
The moment you were close enough, Odysseus moved.
He pulled you into him, arms wrapping securely around your waist. The suddenness of it made you flinch, but he didn't let go. His hold was steady, warm—unshakable in the way only Odysseus could be.
"...Why?"
It was all you could manage. You didn't understand—couldn't understand. Why wouldn't they just let you go? Why were they holding on so tightly? Were they toying with you, messing with your head? Was it pity?
Odysseus exhaled sharply, his grip tightening ever so slightly. "Why?" He repeated, incredulous. "Because we love you." He said, voice firm, unwavering. "Both of us. And I need you to understand that." His voice was rough, almost biting, but not out of anger—out of desperation. He needed you to understand. "How many times do we have to say it before you finally hear us?"
You swallowed hard, staring at Odysseus. His mismatched eyes—one deep brown, the other an almost stormy blue—locked onto yours, fierce with conviction. You had always found those eyes striking, but now, in this moment, they were inescapable, pinning you down with their sheer intensity.
Penelope nodded, her voice softer but just as firm. "We love you."
"You keep saying that..." Your voice wavered, cracking slightly under the weight of emotions you had no idea how to process.
"And we'll keep saying it," The king said, unwavering, "until you believe it."
And just like that, the dam broke.
The floodgates opened, and you couldn't hold it in anymore. A choked sob escaped your lips as the tears spilled freely down your cheeks, and you clung to Odysseus as though letting go would shatter you completely. He held you tighter, his grip steady, anchoring.
You felt Penelope's gentle hand rubbing slow, soothing circles up and down your back. The warmth of her touch seeped into you, grounding you, holding you together. You didn't see the way she and Odysseus exchanged a glance over your shoulder, but you could feel it—the silent understanding between them, the unspoken promise that they weren't letting go.
Slowly, carefully, they guided you back onto the bed, their hands never leaving you.
The cool sheets met your skin as they followed you down, their warmth pressing against you from either side. Penelope cupped your cheek again, this time brushing away the damp trails your tears had left behind. As she pulled back, your body instinctively followed, turning toward her completely. She giggled softly at your unconscious need for her touch and kept her hand there, thumb gently stroking your cheek.
Behind you, Odysseus adjusted himself to the new position, his strong arms slipping around your waist and flattening against your stomach, his body molding to yours. You felt the warmth of him pressing against you, the weight of his presence grounding. His chin came to rest in the crook of your neck, his beard grazing your skin—coarse yet strangely comforting. The ticklish sensation made you shiver, something he definitely noticed.
Your body was betraying you in the best way possible.
The walls you had so carefully built, so desperately maintained, began to crumble into dust. And yet... even with their warmth surrounding you, even with their hands anchoring you here, something inside you remained hesitant.
Your expression must have given you away, because Odysseus spoke first, his voice low, right against your ear.
"What's wrong, love?" His breath fanned against your skin, sending another set of shivers down your spine.
You swallowed, trying to steady yourself. "It just... doesn't feel right."
Penelope's brows knitted together slightly. "What do you mean?"
You forced yourself to take a deep breath, bracing for the vulnerability that would inevitably follow. "I... I don't feel like I belong here." Your voice was barely above a whisper. "You two have known and loved each other for so long. Sometimes I can't help but think that all of this was some kind of mistake. That I'm just... here for a little while, until it's time for me to go."
You broke eye contact, unable to bear the weight of Penelope's gaze any longer. It was a nervous habit you had.
"Hey." Her fingers gently caught your chin, tilting your face back toward her. "Look at me."
You did—despite the fear curling in your stomach.
"You are not a mistake, darling." She murmured, her eyes full of something too vast, too deep, to be anything but love. "We love you so much. Every time you leave, we pray for you to come back to us."
Odysseus hummed in agreement, pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder. "And you're not temporary." He added. "You're ours. A part of our lives now. That's not changing."
"...How?" Your voice came out small, uncertain.
Penelope smiled, running a hand through your hair as she spoke. "Because you make our lives better, just by being in them. Your laugh brings us joy, your presence makes even the hardest days feel lighter."
Odysseus' hand slid lower, resting on your hip, his thumb tracing slow, comforting circles over it. Not in a way that held any ulterior motive—just grounding, steadying. "You've become our everything, love," He murmured. "and we won't let go."
Then, before you could think of a response, Penelope began peppering your face with light, affectionate kisses—your cheeks, your forehead, the corner of your lips. You let out a surprised giggle, the sound bubbling up before you could stop it.
Odysseus followed suit, pressing playful kisses against the side of your neck, down to your shoulder and back again. His beard brushed against your skin, the sensation sending another fit of laughter through you as you squirmed slightly in their arms.
Penelope grinned and pressed one final kiss to the tip of your nose.
Odysseus leaned in close, his voice warm with certainty. "You are loved."
Penelope smiled. "Is that understood?"
You hesitated for only a moment before nodding, whispering, "...Yes."
And this time, you let yourself believe it.
For once, you didn't fight the warmth surrounding you. You didn't push it away.
You sank into it.
. Notes: All the energy I had left went into me trying to make this, so I'm gonna rant for a bit: Estoy tratando de encontrar mi estilo de escritura y la verdad es que me está empezando a frustrar. En general, me gustó cómo quedó este, y espero poder trasladar el estilo a ambivalence, pero esa historia ya está más inconsistente que la puta madre. Alguien ayúdeme, porfa 😭 no sé, es como que hay días en los que escribo la cosa más magnífica que escribí en mi vida, y al día siguiente escribo dos frasecitas de mierda 😭
we got a Teasing Homeowner for the Males let see one for the Females shall we
I FORGOT TO FUCKING POST THIS😭😭 this was supposed to be out days ago and i remembered it and was like “huh that’s weird i thought at least ONE person might actually like this” only to find out nobody liked it bc i didn’t fucking post it (i’m an idiot mb)
Teasing The Fem. Dateables
warnings; nsfw/18+, voyeurism, masturbation, panty-sniffing, gaming controller as sex toy?
Betty wouldn’t be too easy to tease, she’s been there- under you- throughout all your acts of touching yourself, be it with Ben Hwa’s helpful, intense vibrators or manually rubbing your own dripping clit until you’re arching off the bed or your fingers are cramping. She’s not even the type to get jealous- She actually loves seeing you, feeling you on top of her while under somebody else. What gets her all sorts of riled up is when you’re not touching yourself, not touching somebody else- Just squeezing your thighs quietly together while murmuring her name. The reaction isn’t intense, but you can almost feel how the bed tenses in response to the soft call of her own name.
Skylar’ll shiver with every rubbing motion you make to clean the lenses, spraying and drying with a soft fabric, it feels similar to you rubbing her thighs, grazing your fingers across her skin through her skirt. It’s not an intense feeling, but it’s gentle, loving, and it has her squirming in seconds. It’s little more than a disappointment when you put the glasses down and prance off instead of putting them on so she can cling to you, ask for more, touch you back… She reasons with herself that next time, she’ll get you!
Leaving your littlest pieces of underwear, ones that may or may not be a bit too tight to fit, ones that you’ve worn.. Leaving them all in Harper’s care. She’ll be so wet, wondering who you’re wearing them for, but the jealousy she feels is inconsequential compared to how hard she’s gripping the fabrics. She may have made fun of or shamed Dirk in the past for being a perverted panty sniffer, but truth is that she’s just as bad.
Penelope and Dasha are simple, simple women. You sit pretty at your desk, but it’s too hot, but you need to get these things printed and emails sent out! So you decide the best course of action would be to take over your shirt, leaning into your cool desk (shamelessly pressing yourself against it, which may’ve otherwise been resting, but you’re purposely pressing your tits against the sleek top), nibbling on the end of your pen. Two birds with one stone, driving both of them nuts, and all they want is your attention!
Chairemi isn’t much better as you hook one leg on to the armrest, the other spread the opposite direction as you lean back against her, spread deliciously. You rub your clit, moaning dramatically, murmuring her name as you tilt your head back against her cushioned pillows, which seem more tense than normal.
Connie is so, so excited when she feels you turn the console on, settling on the couch with the controlled in hand- She assumes a long, long gaming session is in order and she’s ready! but lets out a strangled noise when, instead of clicking through inventory to make sure you can go into the boss battle, you turn the controller’s haptic feedback and sensitivity to the highest level and go through the tutorial character’s long, long epilogue. Connie’s confusion only lasts for a split second when the controller begins vibrating wildly, and not only does it send a surprised jolt through her body, but you press it against your clothed pussy- Unable to hear her choked whines without the dateviators. An absolute mess, she is, by the end of it.
Sophia knows what you’re doing as soon as you wander in the attic without the dateviators, looking at the mischievous smile gracing your features. Is she amused? Mildly, only after knowing you to be a good pet.. Usually, anyways. Still, it displeases her as much as it makes her wet when you begin rummaging through a shopping bag that’d you brought up there, trying on different, tight costumes. Some of them slightly suggestive while others shouldn’t even be labelled lingerie but ‘string’- Sophia despises being teased, despises her pet being disobedient, but she also knows she can’t do anything… Yet. so she waits, and you can almost feel her staring you down, even without your precious glasses
(A/N: These are based purely off of the musical canon, and any references taken from the original Odyssey and mythos is purely inspiration 💜)
Odysseus | Penelope | Telemachus (platonic)
Penelope isn’t sure what to think at first when Odysseus brings you home, but she quickly grows attached. She understands Odysseus better than anyone so it’s not difficult for her to see what he sees in you, even if you might not see it yourself. She’s gentle and nurturing where Odysseus is rough and overprotective, teaching you more domestic activities and helping you learn how to live without constantly looking over your shoulder. Odysseus does more than enough of that for the three of you. If Penelope is always at your side then he’s always in your shadow, just a few steps behind you, constantly watching as if he’s afraid he might blink and you’d disappear before his eyes. Slaughter seeps through the palace walls, death pervades the air and you never seem able to scrub the blood free from the marble floors, it follows behind him like a cloak hanging off of his shoulders. You and Penelope do what you can to bring him some peace of mind, however fleeting. When the palace feels just a little bit too quiet and Penelope is preoccupied soothing Odysseus’s night terrors, Telemachus is a constant source of energy when you need it. His optimism is refreshing, and you can’t help but wonder if his father had been more like him before the two of you met.
Athena
The goddess of wisdom knows all too well that her feelings for you are… unnatural, at least by mortal standards. While not so perverse as those typical of her extended family, she isn’t unfamiliar with customary courting etiquette. And quite frankly, she’d rather not deal with all those messy emotions. If she bottles up all these feelings for you, and never acts on them, surely nothing can possibly go wrong. Gods forbid any of her relatives find out about the little mortal that had won her favour, she can’t imagine the kind of trouble their attention would bring. Although there’s certainly no harm in keeping a watchful eye over you, just in case.
Hermes
Being loved by the quick-footed Hermes is uplifting, if exhausting. He’s tireless in his pursuit of your heart, cropping up when you’re least expecting him. The second he has a free moment (and all his moments are free-willed) and you find yourself alone, there he is again. No matter how many times you try to tell him no, you can’t bring yourself to hate him, bringing you gifts and messages to try and win you over. Even if he does somehow seem to scare all your other suitors off. Now and then he takes you with him, showing you sights and wonders you’d never have dreamed of seeing, stealing your breath away in a gust every single time.
Calypso
Lonely, lonely Calypso. After so many years without another soul to latch onto for company is it such a surprise that she’d grow so infatuated with you in an instant? She’s so afraid you might leave her, she won’t even give you the chance to make up your mind on whether you want to leave or not. She showers you in affection, lavishes you with attention, trying so hard to make sure you never want for anything ever again. Of course, she can get a little overzealous at times… you can hardly blame her when your touch is such an irresistible prospect, can you? So try to ignore that creeping feeling of panic fluttering frantically in your chest and obediently let her ply you with all the love a goddess has to give!
Poseidon
There are few fates worse than being hunted down by the ocean, frankly. Even fewer when you consider that the ocean has a penchant for threatening to drown entire nations in order to get his way, and a history of being ruthless with those who hurts those he considers his own. You’d better hope you’re with Odysseus’s crew if you want to survive Poseidon relatively unscathed, and pray that he doesn’t consider the risk of keeping you to outweigh the reward. In short; there’s very little chance of winning when the god of the seas is infatuated with you, and a very high chance you’ll end up hopeless if you don’t cave in to his demands quickly. And he would still tell you you’re lucky it was him whose eye you caught and not his brother’s.
Zeus
Speak of the devil, Poseidon wasn’t entirely wrong. It’s no secret that the attention of the King of the Gods was a bittersweet award. Any say you might’ve had on the matter is swept away by roiling clouds and silenced by the rumble of thunder. When Zeus wants something there’s no arguing with him, not for Heaven nor Earth. And to your complete and utter misfortune he wants you, something not even Odysseus nor any of the other gods can do much about. Your body and soul was his the moment he laid eyes on you. With a little luck you might be able to get something out of it, although it’s far more likely he’d steal away before you have a chance to plead your case.
HEAR ME OUT odypen x reader smut Odysseus an Penelope making reader be the one making Telemachus a new siblings and by the time their done THE SUN IS RISING
(Poor Telemachus be asking "is y/n legs alright...?")
Ok, I see the vision... @bigidiotenergytm Odysseus design & @sloanslone Penelope design
WARNINGS: AGE GAP, FEM!READER, INEXPERIENCED!READER (not a virgin, tho), DOM!POLY!ODYPEN, BREEDING KINK, PEN AND ODY BABY READER, TELE KNOWS!!!
All through the night if I have to
Y/n pov.
Blood, there was so much blood. I woke to the screams, but by the time I was dressed it was too late, the suitors bodies lined the halls, leaving crimson rivers in their wake. I immediately darted to the queen's chambers, expecting the worst... I did not anticipate the sight before me...
The queen was kneeling on the floor, embracing an older, weathered, mostly naked man who was drenched in blood and weeping soundly. It took me a second, I had been 8 when he left, just starting my duties as a serving girl, and he had certainly aged in the 20 years he'd been gone, but there was no mistaking him, his eyes, his face, his stature... the king was back...
"Y/n..." Penelope's soft voice shook me from my shocked state, she and Odysseus were looking at me.
"I-I heard the screams... I... y-you're back." I whisper.
"I am. I remember you, young thing." The king rumbled, his voice rough.
"Y/n has been my most trusted companion in these years... she's loyal..." Penelope's voice held a note of implication that there was something deeper involved in this conversation. "She cares for Telemachus..."
"Are you sure, my love?" Odysseus asked hesitantly.
"I want her... if she's willing."
I looked between the two rulers.
"Willing for what?" I inquire hesitantly. Odysseus grins wolfishly at me and my stomach flips.
"Telemachus has voiced his desire for companionship..." Penelope starts.
"Siblings. He wishes for siblings, and we need someone to provide those siblings. Penelope does not wish to go through the pain of childbirth again... and I'm afraid at this age her body may not be able to handle it."
"You are young, healthy, and most importantly, trustworthy... we will not force you, but you are our choice." Penelope cooed softly, stepping forward and petting my hair soothingly.
I stood frozen with shock. Sure it was intimidating, and an odd proposal, but it made a heat stir inside of me...
"Yes." I replied. Odysseus' smile widened as he strode forward, picking me up with ease and practically tossing me on the bed.
"Easy Ody, the poor girl hasn't done this before..."
"How do you know, Pen? Have you asked?" He teased. "Y/n?" His question hung heavy in the air.
"W-when I was 17... the stable boy." I whispered shyly. Penelope let out a soft tsk for disappointment, but Odysseus merely looked amused
"And was he good?" He purred mockingly, sliding his hand up my leg. "Did he make you feel all tingly and warm?"
"No..." He really hadn't.
"Aww. Don't worry, young thing, we'll make you feel good." He hummed. Penelope took up a position behind me, her delicate hands running up my sides, cupping my breasts, tweaking my nipples, and toying with me as her husband slid his hand between my thighs, his calloused fingers finding my slick heat. I let out a gasp, pressing against his touch.
"Is it nice, y/n?" Penelope cooed...
"Y-yeah..."
"Gods, Pen, she's soaked, I don't even need to prep her..." The king whispered in awe, shedding the last of his rags and positioning his hard cock between my thighs. I mewled softly, pushing against him, his tip barely slipping into my hole. "Awww, ok honey, I'll take care of it..." He snickered, pressing himself fully into me. I let out a shaky moan, my legs locking around his waist. His thrusts started slow, gentle, getting me used to his size. He filled me so much better than the stable boy had.
Penelope had busied herself in kissing over my neck and playing with my breasts.
"Can't wait to see these swollen with milk, gonna look so pretty." She smiled sweetly. Odysseus groaned at that, frantically increasing his pace. I moaned under their touches... clenching around Odysseus' member.
"Penelope, gods I'm gonna cum!" Odysseus shouted.
"Come on, my love, breed her, give her our babies..." The queen encouraged. My eyes roll back in my head as I spasm and twitch. Odysseus cums with a roar, his seed hot inside me. I collapse in a heap, ready to roll off their marriage bed and stumble into my own, but Penelope keeps my back pinned against her. "No, no, no, you're staying right here."
"Yeah, and I'm gonna keep fucking you until you're stuffed full of my seed. All through the night if I have to." Odysseus growled, his cock already hardening inside of me again. I whimpered, feeling overly sensitive...
~Time skip~
Telemachus pov
I hadn't slept much last night, the noises from my parents' room had been... loud to say the least, and they hadn't stopped until the rising sun had turned the black sky orange. I was falling asleep in my breakfast when mother and father walked in, looking entirely too pleased with themselves.
"Good morning, son."
"Good morning, mother, father..." I replied, a strained smile on my face. It didn't take me long to realize who was missing, and it didn't take a genius to figure out why... "Is y/n going to be alright?"
My father choked on his water.
"Why do you ask?"
"I'm not deaf, father. You three were loud." I huffed. My father flushed.
"She'll be fine, my dear, she just needs rest." Mother hummed, seemingly calm.
