── you tell your boyfriend not to mark up your neck!
suggestive. interact at your own risk. includes (slight) dry humping & biting
starring: vivian hugo, teddy knight & michael kaiser
boyfriend! hugo who tries to listen but ends up losing control without realising.
“mhh— vivi..” you stifle a moan, shifting slightly on his lap in the backseat of his car. you laid your head on his shoulder, facing his neck while he ravaged yours. “not too high up—“
but your words were blurred into hugo’s ears. far too distracted to even bother. his hands firmly held your hips down, trying to reduce the constant movement and grinding against his hard. however you were much more persistent, trying to
after the both of you were done and back in your bedrooms did he realise how ruined your neck was. but it was too late.
“sorry cheri.. got carried away again..” he mumbled into your neck, hugging your waist.
boyfriend! teddy who is very aware of your words but couldn’t care less to listen.
your wrists were bounded by a neat light blue ribbon, your arms rested on teddy’s shoulders. meanwhile, teddy was comfortably holding you by the waist, slotted in between your thighs that wrapped around his hips.
“teddy—” his lips pressed against your neck, bruises from weeks before that were in the process of healing were marked again. teddy deliberately licking the same spot again, knowing you could feel the heat of his tongue tracing your neck.
despite your attempt in trying to stay quiet, you whimpered— giving him exactly what he wanted. he gave your waist quick squeeze before reaching for another mark below your jaw.
before he headed out for training the next day, he tossed you a bag full of designer clothes, most of them having turtlenecks high enough to cover his traces.
boyfriend! kaiser who just makes things worse, showing no remorse for his actions.
“kaiser you—!” without much time to react, your back was slammed against the wall. your legs wrapped around his waist in support. in retort, you pulled his hair hard.
he hissed, glaring at you from the corner of his eye. he sunk into your neck and bit down hard. you flinch and whine, that was his que to let go and swallow your noises with a kiss. you could feel him niping at your lips— asking to be let in.
he only moved back to your neck once you were out of breath. not even turtlenecks will be saving you from this one.
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 ;)
i'm sorry, but teddy has to have the most bizarre kinks.
he’d have to have some degradation sprinkled in there. like, spit in his mouth, yank on his ugly ass hair, make him rub your feet; nothing is too much for him. nothing is hotter to him than when you look at him with that glare of yours.
i feel like he’d have some master/slave type of relationship. if you say bark, he asks how loud, you know?
somno, somno, somno. he’s just an object to you, so please slip him inside of you while he’s unaware. he’ll make it up to you that he couldn’t satisfy you by forcing you down on his face and eating you out till you see white.
out of everyone, no one could be prouder than teddy at your graduation day. he’s sat there through each of your all nighters and exam cry sessions and he remembers it all, the stress and the nerves as you pulled your gown and cap on, you taking a look at him and deciding to bring him along — he’s your prized possession, after all, and has been there with you through everything. your leg bounces as you perch on the chair, waiting for your turn; you hug teddy tight to your chest and he tries to send you signals that it’ll all be okay…
then your name being called, you walking up on the stage (don’t trip, don’t fall, straight ahead), shaking hands and then holding your diploma and teddy as a wide smile bloomed across your face and you listened to the applause.
‘we did it,’ you whispered giddily.
though you couldn’t hear it, no one cheered louder.
teddy thigh riding agenda.. if you hump your teddy bear, its essentially you thigh riding him. i feel like he'd be SUUPER into it especially if the reader is a virgin whos still a bit scared of penetration
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hmmm okay imagine having one of those really big teddy bears, burying your face into the neck before you’re even aware of the dateviators existing, grinding against the leg of the stuffed bear while muttering how pathetic this is (it’s not, not really- but dang it if you don’t feel desperate)!! post-dateviator, Teddy and you have a conversation (albeit flustered, on both sides) and you explain the fear, Teddy is kind and caring enough to offer to let you continue using his thigh whenever you need!
It’s embarrassing at first, to do so with the knowledge that Teddy is very much alive and able to witness such an embarrassing moment. Although the talk assured you quite a bit, Teddy helps you get more comfortable, smiling against your neck (eyes closed in attempt to make you more relaxed) while his large, heavy hands rest on your hips. The motion is so familiar, and yet so unfamiliar at the same time, never having actually experienced how it is to have another person under you, to use them for your own pleasure in such a lewd manner isn’t something most people would consider, but Teddy does so with no hesitation. Teddy simply wants you to feel amazing, and if that means letting you drag your clit against the fabric of his pants, then so be it!
Hiiiii! I was the anon who requested the dateables x oblivious homeowner and I LOVED IT! It was so cute and thank you so much for doing it!!! Also sorry for the character limit thing (╥‸╥) I didn’t see the request info link and I already typed out the request before thinking about it. I was just so excited to see other characters (other than Eddie and Volt) having a moment to shine I got carried away haha! But I would love a part 2 of the last four characters on the request if you have the time :) thank you!!!
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Hello anon!! No worries, Mel was excited to get your request and finish it up!! Hope you enjoy!! Also here's a link to the first part!
TW: Ooc, reader portrayed as oblivious/an airhead, sappy
To say Teddy was your friend, would be an understatement, he was your best friend! Your childhood buddy from past to present, even before you knew he was more than a plush and cap. And to say Teddy loved you would be true, growing up with you, protecting you from nightmares. Even when you put him up, he loved you. So when you brought him from the closest and onto your bed he knew it'd be about time to confess.
The only problem was your oblivious self, it was sweet really! Every fairy tale he read you before you fell asleep, all with the same theme of the characters loving and oh my… kissing! But you'd merely bat your eyes or doze off. And in the mornings when you wanted advice, it flew over your head the hints he put into each word. Do you know how hard it was to related popcorn to love?! But Teddy couldn't be mad, it was just how you were, so after a few weeks he finally sat you down on your bed
" Hey buddy, I got something to tell you, " He starts softly, smiling as you straighten up. " I just wanted to say, that I love you. Always have, we've been together through thick and thin. So what do you say? "
Miranda feels like writing song after song with you around, it's almost scary! I mean, you're a great person, no one denies that but how do you know how to weasel into people's heart and be oblivious to it? Miranda feels herself grow annoyed when you merely smile and clap after another love song, how did you miss the oblivious message!?!
" That was amazing Miranda! " You cheer, watching as she let's her guitar hang once more from it's strap. " I mean whoever you wrote those songs for is lucky! "
" Yeah… Lucky, just wish they weren't oblivious, " She replied, straightening her jacket for a moment, glancing towards your confused expression
" How could they not notice? " You asked softly
" Could be cause they're you " She grinned, watching as your face paled
" Wha? "
" You're an airhead, glad it only took what… 10 songs and a straight answer? "
Keyes is somewhat annoyed by your oblivious nature, who in there right mind could help others open up, change for them for the better, and notice how others struggle, just to entirely miss the biggest queue someone loves you!? Goodness, she feels out of tune by your nature. How you merely clap when she plays you a complicated piece written by a lovesick composer, when she writes you her own songs. How you merely smile as she places her hands over yours to correct your hand position, to play a song as simple as Hot Cross Buns.
It feels like one of those bevy shows Telly constantly plays, how the love interest has to do something ridiculous like running to a airport to stop the main character from leaving without confessing feels. Never did she think she'd be a position similar to that. A glass of wine, a chat with Gaia and Beverly and she finally decides you need a direct approach.
So now you sit, watching as she took a moment to place back and forth before she reached, gently taking your chin in her grasp and beginning a speech
" You have ruined my tempo far to much "
" I didn't mean to- " A finger pressed your lips together
" No, no. This ruined temp can be fixed. " She offered a stern smile " You merely need to open your eyes. "
She then let go of your chin, sitting next to you before taking your hands and placing them over the piano tiles
" And see that I have fallen for you "
Mitchell can only sigh watching you eat the food he had prepared for you, a lobster ravioli, it wasn't simple by any means. No the lobster was Maine lobster one freshly caught from the sea, the blend of cheese included aged parmesan, asiago from a beloved Italian man farmer and his cows Daisy and Maribel. It was a meal made with only the highest quality ingredients, evident of his love for you.
Yet you could not pick up on that fact, merely thanking him for the meal and eating it like an excited puppy. He wonders, how did he fall for such an person? Maybe it was the way you listened to his critique, the way you smiled at him? If only he knew how much of an oblivious person you were.
" How does the lobster taste? " He asked, feeling himself grimace for a moment as you glanced up at him, a bit of sauce stuck to the bottom of your chin. Picking up one of the folded napkins to wipe your cheek
" It's amazing, Mitchell! " You beam, eye squinting as the napkin touched your face. you didn't even notice they were folded like hearts. Or the raviolis in a heart, or the hearts in Mitchell's notepad.
" I see, that is good news, but do not be afraid to critique me. " He stated, setting the napkin down " But do you know why I made this meal? "
" 'Cause you needed someone to give feedback? " You ask, tilting your head and pausing when you see him rub his temples
" No, no. That's not the reason "
" Uh.. What is it then? " you asked carefully
" It was my love confession, you truly are oblivious. "
" Oh… " you glance down in embarrassment, letting out a soft chuckle before taking his hand in yours " I.. I love you too "
P.s!! Mel finally posted after a few weeks! Yay :DD anyway Teddy makes them cry all the time (T-T) he's just so sweet
🍸 Random Dateables + MC with Drinking Problems 😵💫
note: every time i drink i have so much fun, and then i cry out of shame and self-loathing when it's over. this series of headcanons is inspired by that, as well as other aspects of drunken behavior. nothing bad nor explicit in here, but feel free to scroll away!
🍺 I feel like Beverly would be the biggest enabler, especially considering her own relationship with alcohol. At least at first she would be, before she's made aware of how much worse alcoholism is for the human than her (picture her taking notes with watery eyes as Farya describes liver failure and kidney disease). Though hesitant to completely cut you off if you're just a 'fun drunk' like her, she'd still start watering down all of your drinks and would definitely ban you from her alcohol if you're a grouchy drunk or if you're just hitting the bottle way too much for even her liking.
🐻 Teddy would behave just as warmly as ever when you come to him in a drunk and rant-y mood. He would sit there calmly and sympathetically, listening to your woes even as you've got your arms/hands squeezing him way too tight in the hopes of transferring your pain and stress onto him. Though everything in him would yearn to comfort you with some sage advice, he'd know that you wouldn't be in the proper mindset to heed his words- so instead he'd weave a story that's just detailed enough to take your mind off of your self-deprecating thoughts until you exhaust yourself and fall asleep.
🛋️ The only thing that gets Koa more grumpy than forced conversation is drunken forced conversation. He never has the heart to visibly express his frustration when you trudge over to him with a bottle in your hand, nor does he ever have to courage to tell you to stop your rambling. He knows you don't do it out of malice, that he only suffers in moments like these because you're too drunk to get up the stairs (and don't want to be stuck in silence with your hurtful mind). Still, it's a hassle for him and he wishes he could just hold you against him forever- not just for his own peace of mind, but to stop you from eventually cycling back to your vices.
🚽 Jean Loo looks down on a lot of people for a lot of reasons, and you are no exception- especially in this circumstance. He wouldn't understand why you continue to drink when you know it'll bring you to him, hunched over with a queasy feeling that may or may not be followed by something undesirable. He wouldn't understand why you'd endlessly apologize to him while still pathetically hunched over, knowing that the moment would repeat itself sooner or later. Jean Loo would be an ass about your drinking during your moments of sobriety if you've ever 'sullied his domain', so to say, finding ways to make snide remarks about your weak stomach at the most random of moments ("you're looking pale, mon ami... jean-loo knows his c'rapping is sick, but if you are going to be, he suggests you do it in a paper bag this time."). However, if you manage to keep him clean while in a demeaning state, he'd be much kinder in his own way– showing uncharacteristic understanding for your rapping blunders and encouraging you to spend more time improving upon your "tolerable skill level" rather than doing "any other less desirable and self-disrespecting activity".
Teddy! Are you ready for some bedtime snuggles? I would love to have some with my favorite stuffed animal
Teddy smiles at the question, sitting down on the bed. Patting the spot next to him, he nods, "I'm always ready to snuggle with my favorite buddy."
Once you're in bed, and he's made sure you're comfortable, he leans back against the headboard, a wistful look on his soft features. His arms cross over his stomach. "Now, what story should I tell you tonight? I told the one about the beavers already. Hmm... you have any suggestions?"
