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 ;)
The home owner is given a bevy of nicknames and pet names in the course of their...misadventures with the Date-viators. Some are reasonable, some are silly or intentionally sickly-sweet.
Before, the human often spoke to themself throughout the day, and spoke to what they thought were unthinking objects. 'Thank you' when their food is done in Luke or Errol or Stefan. 'Sorry' accompanied by a pat when they slam a door or drawer on accident, 'excuse me' when they're moving something. And the nicknames - 'big guy' and 'bud' are common enough, but every dropped item is fussed over as 'sweetheart' or 'hon' as their human examines them for damage. If someone is running slow or struggling, the human will pout and pet them and ask them to 'Please cooperate with me, sweetheart, c'mon. I know you can do this.'
The first time the human accidentally closes on of Cabrizzio's doors a *bit* too hard after getting the Date-viators, there's no gentle pets or pats. Instead they blush and offer a short "Sorry, Cabrizzio." before moving on. The realization sweeps the house like wildfire- their human isn't going to use petames on ANYONE now!!!
But then, Betty is slowly flirting with their home owner at the Breaker Box one night, the two of them sitting at the bar together. The human makes Betty giggle, her hand toying with their fantastic red shirt, and their human smirks like a cat who got the canary.
"That's my Betty! I knew your laugh would be cute." Every mind in the room melts for a long moment, and Betty blushes bright red. Screw getting back to 'baby' or 'sweetheart'. Every single one of them is gunning for a chance to get the human to *purr* 'mine* like that again.
When word spread that you stopped your little habit of calling them pet names, it spread fast, and for a moment it seemed like riots would break out in the house. Most of them were so excited that you were finally able to see them they failed to realize just how awkward it might make things for you.
But then that little incident with Betty occurred, and suddenly, things didn’t seem so dire anymore.
The house grows alight again, but for an entirely different reason now. For some reason, things are getting done for you without you even having to ask. Sometimes badly. Most of them kept it subtle, but some were wholly incapable of such things.
Tony was looking at you so expectantly after he fixed something for you he was almost shaking in anticipation, and he looked almost akin to a kicked puppy when you just said ‘thank you’ without any purred ‘good boy’ or ‘mine’ right after. Hector’s hands were wringing together nervously when you approached the vent, and his poetic spiels seemed a little more pointed that day, a little more desperate, the faint glint of his eyes in the light fixed on you with need. Beau was rambling on about her adventures much more, almost boasting, waiting for any indication from you that you were in any way impressed.
And then it happened again. To fucking Johnny Splash of all objects. A laugh, and a low yet casual “sorry, my dear. Are you alright?” When you bumped into him at the bar. His entire jaw dropped. Pity the poor patrons of the Breaker Box that day, he was on cloud 9. And the love songs that flowed from his lips that night were as sweet as they were ear grating. Once it was proved that you could do it not only once, but twice, everyone became that much more desperate to hear it again, and thus a fierce competition sparked. Who’d be able to get it next? Find out tonight on channel seven.
Nowhere is it fiercer than the kitchen, however. Pray for miranda because its hard to perform when Errol and Luke are practically about to tear each other apart over who’s going to get it next (neither of them, Stefan wins and they almost blow up the kitchen about it)
It’s bold of you to talk to him like that. Stupid too, especially in the state he’s in.
Your boyfriend was someone you would describe as a saint. Kind, cute, caring. But without his humanity, he was the opposite. He was hostile to everyone, getting on your nerves, especially when he shoved Matt to the floor when he tried to give you your homework back. He caused a scene in the hallway, practically threatening to rip out Matt’s throat if he so much as looked at you again.
Ripper Stefan was violent and territorial. You didn’t know what that meant for you.
Stefan’s hand found your shoulder, pulling you to turn and look at him. He lowered his head, making fiery eye contact to get his point across.
“Let’s get one thing straight, you belong to me.”
Stefan’s words send a chill down your spine, your soft, cuddle boyfriend, who used to sing along to You Belong With Me, is nowhere to be found and you’re left with this possessive shell of him.
Right now, he didn’t love you, he just knew that he wanted you and he was damn sure he was gonna have you.
“Don’t talk to me like that,” you sneer. “I don’t belong to you, Stefan, so do me a favor and fuck off.”
You felt brave turning away from him, as if your words would sink into him, maybe make him feel something and switch a flip inside of him. Your words did flip a switch in him, just not the one you were hoping for.
Stefan’s large hand grasps as your arm. With an easy, singular tug, he pulls you back under him, forcing your back into the lockers behind you. They slam against your back, the sound overpowering your scared gasp.
“No, no. Don’t talk to me like that.” Stefan tsks, caging you between his arms. “You’re not in control here.”
Left defenseless, your eyes shoot around the halls, looking for someone, anyone, but the hall is empty.
Harshly, Stefan grips your chin. “Don’t do that,” he demands, tauntingly. “It’s just me and you, baby.”
The pet name falls off his lip in mockery. It makes you feel pathetic and despite what you tell yourself, you’re afraid. Stefan grins. “I can hear your heart racing.”
“Maybe because I’m fucking terrified,” you snap, voice low, trying to calm yourself. Stefan reaches out for a lock of your hair, twisting it around his finger before he lets it fall back into place.
“Good,” he whispers, an inch from your face. His eyes flicker over your lips for a split second his eyes meet yours and his lips twitch into a smirk as he fits his face into the crook of your neck. He inhales softly, and your foot bounces against the floor anxiously.
Stefan kisses at your neck with fake innocence, moving up to your jaw before focusing on your pulse point. His teeth scrap against your skin gently. Against your will, your eyes gloss over. You whimper. “Please don’t.”
“Do what, sugar?” he asks, “Bite you?” He jumps toward with his last remark, relishing in how you flinch.
You nod, fearfully, looking down at the floor rather than your scary boyfriend.
Stefan’s head cocks to the side ever so lightly, his eyes searching for your own. When they meet, you can see the familiar lustful haze in your boyfriend’s green eyes, but they’re darker than usual. For reasons unbeknownst to you, you refused to look away. Glaring at him through your eyebrows, Stefan cherishes your attention, licking his lips with excitement.
“Mr. Salvatore,” a voice calls from behind Stefan’s mean silhouette. “I think it’s time you get to class.”
You sigh with relief, your head falling back against the locker. “Ric.”
Stefan hardly looks away from you, barely sparing Alaric a glance as he eagerly tries to engage your intense eye contact. “In a minute.”
“No, now.”
“We’ll finish this later,” Stefan whispers in your ear, nipping at it as a threat disguised with playfulness as he pulls away.
If looks could kill, Alaric would be dead the second Stefan turned away from you, bumping his shoulder as he headed to class.
“Thank you,” you gush, hiding your face in your hands, desperate not to cry.
Alaric looks at you with sympathy. “Get to class,” he says. “We’ll deal with him after.”
i’ve been wearing those little star pimple patches a lot lately and now i just imagine how some of the male dateables would react to seeing them on you all the time.
knows what they are and loves how they look on you: Amir, Barry, Hector, Telly, Tyrell.
doesn’t know what they are until you explain, very supportive: Cabrizzio, Curt, Dante, Dorian, Kristof, Rod.
thought you were just putting stickers on your face for the fun of it, thinks you look cute with them on: Cabrizzio, Dante, Dorian, Drysdale, Freddy, Keith, Koa, Parker, Stefan.
thought you were putting them on your face for artistic or fashion reasons, a little disappointed when they find out its just for acne but is still supportive, thinks you look cute with them: Artt, Drysdale, Stefan, Washford.
thought you were a sticker, accidentally says something offensive and apologizes profusely upon realizing its for acne treatment: Luke.
loves you with your acne and thinks you’re hotter with it rather than without it: all of them!
can you rank some various dateables and how they would be with an ftm pillow prince reader? abel, dorian, kristof, stefan, freddy, cabrizzio, luke, and curt/rod?
Abel- Loves to both please and be pleased. He'd love taking turns being a pillow princess with you. Better yet, bring in Dasha and maybe someone else (or not, she handle two at once) so you can both pillow princess at the same time. He'll keep an arm tucked around you and holding your hand while you make out together while simultaneously getting railed.
Dorian- Top tier and always ready to be at your service, all that to say he's a service top through and through. You won't need to move a muscle while he manhandles you into place, massaging you and making sure you are thoroughly ready for him. He also won't stop with some dirty talk, constantly telling you about "the view".
Stefan- Obviously I'm going to have to tie food in with this. He will use your body as a tray to plate some of the nicest food, which he will be eating off of you himself hands free. All you have to do is lay there and look pretty, but also try not to squirm around to much when his hands linger, or the takes a few tastes of your own personal sauce.
Freddy- He's a pretty good switch, but he really likes to be a service top when he is more dominant. He'll constantly be checking in, worried that he may accidentally hurt you with all his accidental manhandling. He really isn't trying to be all that aggressive, it just comes with how big and strong he is.
Cabrizzio- Truly one of the most tender and loving service tops on the list. He would love to have you just lay down and let him please and admire you, coaxing out all the sound he could get you to make. He savors every second and draws out every moment, even teasing you a bit at times, but would never force you to beg. Just lay down and let him take care of you.
Luke- He let you into his "cavity" pretty early on in meeting him, the least you can do is let him have his way with your cavity. Plus I think we can all agree, he can fallow orders when given them. He'll do whatever you ask.
Curt and Rod- Literally tag teaming you. They mainly do one at a time; one in front of you caressing your head and talking you through it while the other is just going to town behind you. It's almost whiplash with how nice Curt and Rod can be when they're helping you get through it, but then so verbally and physically rough when they're actually fucking you. Though it will obviously end with both of them cumming Eiffel Tower style, practically in sync with each other.
I love your writing, you capture every character perfectly! Can I request the kitchen dateables reactions to the homeowner-who got the love endings with each of them-having to go away for over a week to attend to family matters and is unable to bring them. This is the first time in a long while since the homeowner left for that long and the dateables have grown quite attached and not used to being left alone for a long period. Maybe even some of them get in a fight because the homeowner isn't there to ease the situation (maybe Luke, Stefan, and Errol argue or Cam says something that gets to someone)? When the homeowner gets back they all get so happy and overjoyed to see them. Please take your time, no rush! Thank you!
oooo i do love them kitchen dateables
This is a really interesting request! I don't think I've gotten one like this before, this'll be fun
Something had come up in your family. Nobody had died, thankfully, but your family had messaged you, insisting that they were worried about you living alone for so long, and having an online job away from people. You were encouraged to come and see them, just for a week, to reconnect with people again.
So, you'd packed your things and were just about ready to leave, when practically the entire kitchen ushered you over, and had bombarded you with questions. Mitchell had suggested that you bring some food along the way, in case any at your parents wasn't to your liking. Daisuke asked if your parents wanted their old china sets and plates back. But you’d denied each of them with a laugh or two, firmly insisting that you’d be fine,before leaving without another word.
The first few days had been quiet.
Cam sat in silence, leaning against the wall next to the can with a tightly pressed expression. He didn’t seem to react much when others occasionally handed him things to throw away.
Luke kept looking over towards the door, muttering something about ‘patrols’, even though the look he gave down that hallway wasn’t guarded, it was almost longing.
Sinclaire, shockingly, had quieted down for the first time since he’d began thinking of himself as Martin Applegate. His scattered energy was a lot more collected, although he’d occasionally whisper a thing or two of utter nonsense to himself.
Daisuke polished the silverware over and over again, until he was sure that he’d be able to see himself in the dishes for the next twenty years. But he didn’t stop. He kept re-arranging them, polishing, washing, drying…
Miranda plucked at her guitar strings half-heartedly, scribbling out lyrics she’d written only a moment before after just playing a note or two.
Kopi attempted to busy herself by making coffee for everyone, trying out nearly every recipe she’d ever heard of and wanted to make. But, after every coffee she finished, out of a force of habit, she’d always turn and look for you.
Dishy occasionally spoke up loudly, saying something along the lines of him needing a restart. He didn’t. He realized after about seven hours that you’d actually left, but he assumed if he notified you enough, Valdivian would call or text you or something, and you’d have to come home right away.
Mitchell was a little more snappy with everyone, though he did apologize after with a sigh and a wave of his hand. He was a lot less passionate in his food reviews, most of them just being: ‘Adequate. I suppose.’
Cabrizzio didn’t have that usual classy attitude he usually carried himself with. He’d often ask Telly to switch on some of those rom-com movies he liked, even though they didn’t exactly bring him as much joy as he hoped they would.
Beverly drank just like normal on the first few nights, but after around the fourth night, she just didn’t feel the energy for it. You weren’t there for laughs and stupid conversation, and occasions where she’d normally drink out of lack of anything else to do, she just didn’t have any more motivation.
Freddy seemed pretty normal while you were away, he had a few nice chats with Bev and Mitchell, all the sort, and he gave them cheerful smiles all the while. But when he wasn’t talking to them, he was quiet. Eerily quiet. Sort of just standing there and shifting on his feet occasionally. Not angry. Not carefree. Quiet.
Stefan flared up even more than usual, shockingly. Most of the other kitchen objects didn’t even know that such a thing was possible. But, instead of the occasional break of anger from Mr. Cluckles’ squawking, he was constantly at max volume, not even letting people near the oven, regardless.
Friar Errol hadn’t done much up until Sunday, when he had glanced over at Cam (who had started eating again after a few days— and a few words from Lady Memoria— and was now munching rather loudly on an apple core) with barely concealed disgust.
“Cameron, by all that is oily, would you stop that incessant noise? I can’t concentrate on—“
“Don’t call me Cameron, dipshit, it’s just Cam.”
He snapped, suddenly irritated. Rod snorted from his place next to Curt.
“Oh, damn, really? Is it somethin’ exclusive between you and Memoria—“
“Would you shut the fuck up?!” Cam suddenly exclaimed.
“All of you shush!” Mitchell countered, whipping around from where he’d been, tapping his pen against his bread-notebook with an exasperated huff. “Honestly! There’s been such a lack of creative thought in this house lately, I don’t need to hear it all the time!”
“Oh my god, not this again.” Freddy suddenly interjected with an eye roll. “Your critic thing is where creativity goes to die.”
Mitchell’s face went red, fuming. “Excuse me?!”
“You’re excused.” Daisuke’s voice cut through the air, sharp and cold. He glared over at them all, hands folded over his chest. “But not from that hideous review of my omakase place. It’s omakase, you fool, what did you expect me to make you?”
“Well it was disgusting-“
“The only thing disgusting is that bit of bread the human hasn’t cleaned up from inside Luke for a month.” Friar Errol grumbled .
“WHAT?!” Luke yelled. “Well, you know, it’s the sign of a good job, that’s what they always told me!!”
“That’s because your job has expectations lower than the damn floor!” Stefan rebuked, pointing a finger at the microwave. “And- well, knowing Florence, interpret that any way you want!”
“Don’t you go around telling people how to live their lives, Stefan!” Miranda said, tone frosty.
“Oh, we want to talk about telling people how to live?? Look at that object over there who keeps trying to turn my human against Stefan and Luke—“
“Your human?” Kopi turned to Beverly, expression pinched. “I wasn’t aware they were exclusively yours and the rest of us are just extra.”
“You know that’s not what I meant! You know, if we wanna start with that whole thing, what about Cabrizzio?? His whole ‘act’ thing?”
“It was not an act, it was an exaggeration!” The Italian protested, a hand on his chest.
Some of the objects were peeking into the room, drawn to the noise, some by concern, others with complaints, and Scandalabra in particular who grinned from ear to ear.
“I bet the human left because of you. You’re gross, and you’re not even nice.”
“They understood me, that’s why they’re better than all of you! And you’re all talk, with your fuckass haircut. That’ll make them throw up way sooner than any rotten fruit or moldy bread could.”
“The only thing moldy is your personality.”
“At least I have one.”
“YOU—“
Every object’s head turned suddenly as the door unlocked, and your cheerful voice suddenly rung through the air.
Do you think the Kitchen Dateables will be into using food in there private moments with the Homeowner like Mitchell Linn,Freddy Yeti and Stefan
ohhh i LOVE food play!! guess who’s my fav rn (hard edition)
Mitchell Linn, Freddy Yeti, and Stefan W/ Foodplay
warnings; nsfw/18+, food play (obviously), slightly humiliation? nipple play, alcohol in mitchell’s but only at the end, temperature play
Mitchell Linn
Absolutely loves food play, and he’ll definitely be the one bringing it up! Whether it’s you covering his chest with chocolate syrup and messily licking it up, taking his nipples between your teeth and sucking them until he’s hard and arching into you OR him putting whipped cream over your thighs and lapping at them while staring up at you.
^^ He prefers using sweets for food play since it’s the most obvious choice, usually things easy and quick to spread/drizzle (Syrups, peanut butter, etc.) but he won’t mind if you’d want to bring more phallic objects to use - like carrots or cucumbers!
His overall favorite thing is putting your hair out the way and spreading caramel sauce for ice cream from your collarbones down your chest, all the way down to your thighs while avoiding where you really want him. Mitchell uses the same path for his tongue, lapping it up greedily, biting gently on anywhere he can manage before soothing the skin over with his tongue before moving on again. He looks positively drunk on the taste.
Speaking of drunk, he’ll also happily share alcohol with you - Drinking some and keeping it in his mouth while making out shirtless with you, letting you two taste it while it falls between your bodies.
Freddy Yeti
Also loves food play! He may bring in chocolate sauce or melted ice cream, but if you want anything specific or more adventurous, you’ll have to be the one to bring it up.
Also prefers sweets, doesn’t care for the phallic vegetables or whatever else you could possibly use, and honestly doesn’t care for using peanut butter, but loves chocolate, strawberry, or caramel sauce!
Freddy really likes to use popsicles from his freezer, dragging the coldness along your body before drinking it up - minding his sharp teeth while you shiver from the stark difference between how cold you are compared to his warm tongue, “Chill out, cool kid, I’ll warm you up real nice.”
He’ll let you lick or eat anything off of him, content to lay back as he watches you clamber on top of him, straddling his larger frame with an almost uncomfortable strain on your thighs. Freddy likes watching you enjoy yourself above all, and if groping him and licking whipped cream off his furry chest is how to do that, then he encourages it wholeheartedly!
Stefan
Admittedly not the biggest fan, at least not of the mess it tends to make. There may be once or twice he entertains you if you bring it up, mainly for special occasions or if he’s feeling nice - The first time would be with flour, and honestly probably (definitely) completely by accident.
You’d both be covered in flour, a hand print on your ass shaped by the flour is a sight Stefan finds he really, really likes, and the marks left by your flour-coated hands makes him feel all sorts of pride that makes his cock ache. However, the mess afterwards was something he absolutely didn’t care for since it had gotten everywhere.
He does likes when you two do it in the moment, and maybe Stefan’ll grow more willing if there are less messy, less sweet alternatives
not hugest fan of syrups, but may be willing to try strawberry? Stefan hates peanut butter the most. He won’t even consider the vegetables at first, at least not putting it in your in a way that isn’t through your mouth… Which just means you get to be gagged with a cucumber and suck on it!
