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Commission for lilaceclipse on bluesky! It was fun drawing him, he's cute!

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IM GONNA CRAWL INTO HIS JACKET LIKE A GET ALONG SHIRT

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don't touch that dial, cinephile!!!

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the bored game board game l parker bradley x reader

pairing: parker bradley x gender neutral reader

summary: parker has one final game for you before the dice roll - a game that consists solely of asking each other questions until one of you quits out of boredom. he's confident that you won't be able to best him this time... but you're one determined player.

content warnings: mildly suggestive (you kiss and it gets heated)

word count: 2.6 k

a/n: this is by leaps and bounds the longest thing i've written so far, and it started as a creative exercise in seeing how much i could get just through questions! call it a sort of 'one week of writing x readers' special lol. i hope you enjoy this :))

For the past three days, you’ve sought to gain Parker Bradley’s affection by playing his games according to his Rules. Yes, some might call it tedious. Some might even call it unfair - what kind of love route requires you to utilize strategy just so they might have only a better shot at winning the man’s heart?

But you - you’re different. You may not be a stickler for the rules like he is, but god damn if you don’t love a good challenge, no matter how impossible the odds. And if these odds can be tilted by any means necessary, then hell if you won’t try your best to best him!

Though you've resisted the temptation to cheat at every opportunity, you admit that you have given him some trouble - you recall stripping down at Sandyland, and blindfolding yourselves during chess, each of which provoked a deliciously entertaining reaction from him. But he seems to not have taken those as cheating, given that you managed to abide by the rules of the game anyway.

After your fierce round of Cream Capitalist - a narrow victory you’d assured by, you think, being fortunate enough to have picked France instead of England and staunchly avoided the Carl card - you had thought this would be the end of the game, but it seems that Parker had one more in store.

No matter. You’d get through this one, no matter what it took.

So it is that you find yourself for the fourth day in a row sitting down on the attic floor, facing Parker. The multicolored-haired man seems to have been eagerly waiting for your arrival, fingers drumming in a harried rhythm across the floorboards as you had approached.

The game is already set up in front of you. To your surprise, this time the board is… relatively minimal, if you’re being honest. Indeed, it seems to be deliberately crafted to appear as inoffensive as possible: it’s colored only in various shades of tan and brown, blending with the floor. Frankly, it looks dull, out of place against the eccentricities - it’s almost as if you’re not meant to use it at all.

‘Welcome - to the Bored Game!’ Parker sings out at you as you make yourself comfortable. ‘Are you ready to play?’

‘Yeah, I guess this is a board game.’

He waggles a finger at you in correction. ‘No no no. Bored Game. As in the state of being bored. It’s a Bored Game board game. It’s a pun!’

You blink. ‘…Oh. Okay, so what are the rules?’

‘That’s one of them right there! You’re a quick learner.’

‘One of the rules is asking what the rules are?’

‘No, asking!’ As you stare at him, nonplussed, Parker holds the box aloft, turning it around to you like a prized work of art - it’s no less interesting than the board. ‘The Bored Game is all about asking each other questions, and only questions. No other kind of sentence allowed. We take turns, and whenever one of us starts getting tired, the other will ask them "Are you bored yet?". If the person responds with "I’m bored" - signifying their willingness to accept defeat - then the game ends.’

He curls his hands into fists. ‘In other words, you either win - or you lose! And no one’s made me lose yet.’

‘That seems simple enough to me. I thought you loved overly complicated games?’

He grins at you deviously. ‘Ah, but despite there only being two rules, this is one of the most fiendishly complex games of all! For you see, it’s not about how well you can play, but how long you can hold out for. It’s a game of endurance as well as grammatical skills.’

He points his finger at you, teeth bared. ‘And your distractions won’t work on me this time, so good fucking luck, buddy.’

‘You mean the last time when I-‘

He slams his palms on floor in front of him. ‘NO MORE SEXY TRICKS! Only questions. I’d like to see you flirt while you’re trying - and miserably failing - desperately to twist a pickup line finisher into something that doesn’t make you sound insecure.’

Although he says it as aggressively as he can muster, you can detect the way his voice wavers just slightly - the way it sounds less confident on the words "sexy" and "flirt." Interesting.

‘Whatever you say….’ You narrow your eyes, remembering a party game you used to play in middle school. ‘You know, this sounds an awful lot like Questions Only.’

‘No it’s a trademarked and officially licensed game called the Bored Game because that’s what it says on the Board. Game. Box. Do you want to play or not?’

And because you’ve never been one to turn down a challenge, and you’re certainly not letting Parker get the best of you now - not when you’ve succeeded in all three challenges so far - you think to yourself, hell, what’s another one? ‘Bring it, Bradley.’

‘Excellent!’ He crosses his legs, brings his hands up to his face as if scheming, and waits.

You’re not sure what to do. He stares at you unsettlingly - you’re reminded of a nature documentary you saw where a cat stalks its prey before catching it.

Eventually, you decide to break the tension so he’ll stop it. ‘…So, do I start, or…?’

His eyes light up with mischievous glee - you’ve clearly fallen into his opening trap. ‘Did you think we hadn’t already started?’

Oh boy, this is about to be long. You sigh, adjust yourself comfortably, and prepare yourself for what’ll be an endless series of you slingshotting questions with no answers. —— It’s been two hours of playing this infernal game and you swear your eyes are about to slam shut every other second. Your head threatens to fall to the ground like a bowling ball, both your legs are pins and needles, and you’ve fully given up in attempting proper posture, slouching as you try to come up with something to say yet again. It doesn’t help you that there’s literally nothing to do in the game besides ask questions - you’ve exhausted all possible topics of conversation by this point and, short of asking what the weather’s like, you're straining to come up with a coherent sentence, much less twist it into a question.

Parker himself isn’t nearly as smug as he was two hours ago - he’s clearly not used to someone holding out this long against him, and he’s sweating, brows furrowed in concentration as his brain works to conjure up a rebuttal to yours. But every time he even looks close to closing his eyes, you’ll try to catch him out with an "Are you bored yet?" and immediately, his eyes will fly open and he’ll hit you back with another "Wouldn’t you love if that was the case?"

You’re sure he still has more energy than you and determination out of the love of the game, but you have the power of love of love, damn it, and that’s worth persevering through it even if it takes you all night.

Even so, you really hope it doesn’t. ‘Isn’t there some way that we can just end this game in a draw?’

Parker’s eyes widen in outrage. ‘Do you want me to taint my streak of victories by only accepting a half-win?’

‘Wouldn’t it just make things easier, so that we can both go to sleep already?’

‘Isn’t it bold of you to assume I sleep at all?’

‘Do you?’ ‘HA!’ He laughs manically, although it seems to be slightly more hysterical - more forced - than it usually is. ‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’

With that, it’s your turn yet again, and you mull your options over. Parker’s right - any of the smooth talker lines you’d learned from Dante haven’t worked, and have just made you seem as if you don’t know what you’re doing. You contemplate just giving up and throwing in the towel, because literally anything would be better than just staring.

Suddenly you have an idea. A wonderful, brilliant idea, and one that enables you to pull a brilliant excuse to fluster him again. You can’t believe you didn’t think of it sooner.

Your lips curl into a smile. Parker seems to take your idea as a sign of renewed determination, and he seems to harden with resolve yet again, sitting up and arching a brow at you. You hum as if still thinking, looking at him questioningly.

‘Parker, is anything fair game here?’

His eyes flick up and down your face as if sensing the shit you’re about to pull. ‘What would you presume wouldn’t be allowed?’

‘Well, anything’s fine as long as it’s in the form of a question, right?’

‘Isn’t that what I said before we started this game?’

Confirmation secured. Here it goes, then - your ace card, putting all your chips on the table.

‘Can I kiss you?’

Silence. Absolute silence, settling in heavy like the dust around the attic, and charged with the weight of what you’ve just said. Parker starts, hands jolting up and eyes comically widening - a blush blooms on his cheeks, scarlet against his fair skin.

‘What?’

Damn. You thought that would have gotten him to break out of question mode - yell at you again or something - but instead it’s your turn again. It’s time to escalate this a notch.

There are only a few inches between the two of you. Slowly - slowly - you bridge that gap and reach for his wrist, grasping it in your hand. Parker’s flush reaches his ears in record time, and he gasps, the sound choking off in his throat - seeming so unlike the manic madman from just a few questions ago.

Delicately, with all the precision of a bomb defuser knowing that any wrong move could make it all blow up, you ask, ‘Do you - Parker Bradley - want me to kiss you?’

He sputters. ‘This is another one of your attempts to win, isn’t it - do you honestly think it’s going to work on me this time?’

You lightly squeeze your hand, and he shudders. ‘I don’t know, you tell me - will it?’

At this, Parker looks away, his eyes darting wildly around the room at anything else but you. He’s sweating bullets now, and you can see the twitch in his jaw as he bites his lip, feel his trembling hand in yours, as he tries to compose himself, remembering to focus on the game.

Finally, he nods once, staring off to the left, and then looking back hesitatingly as you proceed to go no further. Your hand has not moved from its place, and you haven’t said a word - why would you when it’s not your turn to speak yet?

‘Are you just going to keep looking at me like that?’ His voice cracks several octaves.

’Are you actually sure about this?’ you ask him quietly. ‘You know that I’d stop if you wanted me to, right?’

‘You already know what I want, so why don’t you just - y’know?’

‘I need to hear it from you,’ you murmur, ‘don’t I?’

It takes him a little to formulate his answer into a question, but eventually he does, in a voice that is unlike the overzealous front he presents to you normally. ‘C-can you? Please?’

When your lips meet his, lingering there tentatively - waiting for a signal to continue - he gasps, and there it is, that shy side of him that you’ve been able to glimpse twice before. His hands drift up to your shoulders, sweaty palms coming to rest around your neck, and you let the hand on his wrist skirt lightly up, tangling in his holed jacket and digging its fingers into them, bracing as you pull him closer.

You bring your other hand up to his hair, letting it rustle in his hair - it really is made out of play money, you note, and you tug experimentally at a lock of it. He jolts at the feeling, his breath hitching, and the tiles in his shirt fall flat, letting out soft clacks! at the sound as if to accentuate the rush. You chase his reaction, doing it again, and he lets nondescript, choked-off syllables tumble out of his mouth to yours - you think for a moment of teasing him that they’re not in the form of a question, but toss out the thought in favor of eliciting more of the noises.

It’s deeply intimate; it’s a lot, it’s too much, and you love it - and you can feel all too well that Parker does too.

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When you feel like the kiss has run its course, you draw back, observing your handiwork. There are indents in your fingers from where you gripped Parker’s vest, and you feel dazed, adrenaline and desire coursing through you in equal measure. Parker looks no better: his pawn hat is askew, his hair is mussed and wrinkled, and his face is still flushed red as a tomato.

Neither of you says a word for a bit as you try to figure out who spoke last, ending in you remembering that it’s your turn and searching for something to say.

‘…So?’

Parker’s voice is breathy, unsteady. ‘Um, now - now what?’

‘Depends,’ you tease, leaning back and feeling the splintery boards underneath your fingers, so unlike the heat of the moment you were just in. 'Are you bored yet?’

‘Yeah.’ He swallows. ‘Yeah, I’m bored. You win.’

‘Wait - actually?’ You’re nearly stunned into silence - as clever as you think you were in gaining the advantage, you’re shocked it actually worked. ‘You don’t really have to give it to me if you feel like that counted as cheating, Parker. I’d rather have won it fairly from you.’

‘No, you did win it fairly - just like the other two times. You played by the rules, even if you did manage to shake me, Parker, uh, Parker "Unshakeable" Bradley!’ He coughs once, then another time forcefully as if to push the eccentricity back in, and gives you a wobbly smile. ‘That’s, ah, one victory for you - I’ll add it to the dice roll. Come see me tomorrow for our relationship’s ultimate roll!¨

‘If you’re sure…’ You look at him, concerned despite your joy at your recent win. ‘You don’t want me to stay longer or anything?’

‘No!’ he yelps. ‘No, I need - I need time. Time to recover from the loss of my winning streak.’ And he looks suddenly sad, his face falling slightly. ‘And to prepare for any possible outcome.’

You think of saying more, but the look on Parker’s face tells you that leaving would spare him a lot of further embarrassment, and you get to your feet unsteadily. ‘Okay, then. I’ll see you tomorrow.’

Dusting yourself off, you head for the attic doorway, and pause.

‘For the record - I’ve wanted to do that for a while. And I’d be up for that again and more, even if I end up on your bad side. So - even though I’m gunning for love - I’m looking forward to tomorrow no matter what happens.’

And with that, you smile. ‘See you tomorrow, Parker.’

He’s silent as you leave, although you catch a glimpse of his face as you descend the attic stairs; he’s staring down at the Bored Game board, cheeks still flushed and hair still crumpled with the marks you'd left behind. But, more than that, he looks contemplative - as if he doesn’t want this to end.

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(The dice ends up on Love on the final day, because why wouldn’t it? And as Parker hugs a somewhat reluctant Chance in ecstasy, you don’t miss the way he looks at you - despite your relationship status officially being determined today, you know that yesterday’s events impacted him much more than he could have thought. You think that you might be seeing a rematch of the Bored Game very soon, and see just how long you can outlast each other this time.)

a/n: parker is a freak and i love him for it. but boy do i also love a flustered man if you got this far, thanks so much for reading!! ^^

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karma got me on a chokehold

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I was reading the voyeur dateables and I couldn’t stop thinking about Dirk’s, what if reader mastubated with their clothes still on? He’d be in heaven

Mhm, that dirty pile of laundry will gladly take all of your mess and stains on him then Tyrell (Just don't throw him back to Harper after...) | GN!Reader, Nonconsensual Voyeurism from Dirk (and the other office objects but they're not mentioned)

You're currently busy in finding a new job - well were busy, but now you're tapping away in your keyboard. Watching as a simple sentence go to a paragraph and slowly building up into a story. Okay yes, you're writing another self-indulgent fic instead of trying to find a new job, guilty as charged.

Maybe you're about to face a few financial strains but hey, 'smut is life' might just be your mantra at this point.

Inspiration and just pure procrastination on finding a job has you writing up a very lengthy story. And it's not really doing you any good judging by that growing wetness in your underwear. You've been squirming and crossing your thigh the whole time, even when you're at your most horniest that didn't stop your hands flying away at each key or your eyes reading each new words - and typos - as you crafted another sentence that is just dirty.

"Just when you thought they were done with you, they took hold of your hips with such force and is pulling you back to them. "No, no. We're not done yet. This isn't enough." They whispered hotly to your ear, and maybe that small shiver you had gave you away."

Fuck that's hot.

...

You're hot.

Literally.

Taking a shuddering breath you pushed yourself back from your monitor. Now only noticing that: you're hot, your thighs are sticky and you're vibrating in your seat - so close to your release which is driving you mad.

You only took a brief glance at your closed curtains that blocks the outside world of your debauched state. Well fuck it - you're close and it's not like someone is watching you, so might as well.

You're underwear is drenched. Dirk wouldn't have it any other way. Clarence would have some complaints in getting dirty again- but it's this. It's yours, it's your stain. So he doesn't complain when he turns to Dirk again, in fact it's his favorite way of getting dirty.

But as much as he can try to savor this - you - it never lasts when you start stripping him off. And worse, you'll throw him back to Harper's clingy hands! It's a nightmare really.

He's sure you'll just start stripping him off in the next minute. He was just starting to get comfy (and hard) in between your thighs, he closed his eyes tightly, might as well savor this warmth now.

What you did next was so unexpected that Dirk - and the rest of the other objects in your office - we're left to gawk and watch you slouch back to your chair as you shove your hand in your underwear, your pace fast and desperate with your other hand covering your mouth to keep those moans of yours muffled.

Dirk was going through various stages of the opposite of grief. He's shell shocked, staying still like if he even moves or twitch you'll stop. And he doesn't want that, fuck no, he wants to stay here- in this moment. Finally being able to watch and feel you this way, and you not even taking off your clothes (him), well - he's into deep now.

He watches, looking at your eyes tightly shut and sweats forming on your forehead and neck, that barely audible moans slipping from you, and that growing wet patch on your underwear is not helping his poor aching dick. He wants to jerk off so badly but he's not the only object that's watching you, he wouldn't hear the end of it from Harper if he did and he's not into exhibitionism.

The whole room is silent, even the sounds from the HVAC seemed to quite down as you reached your peak. Swallowing back a moan you shivered and twitched as the aftershocks came to you in waves, drawing back your hand that's now sticky and covered in your cum.

Dirk at this point is salivating, if he was human he would be lapping up to clean your mess in just a minute. God, would you let him do that? He hopes you do. The only thing he can do in this state is to cling to you tightly, your clothes - or underwear precisely - is wet and stained by your cum. And he clings tighter, hoping this wouldn't be the last time he'll see and touch you in this way.

When you went to take a shower after that you let out a hiss as you stripped off your underwear, a noticeable imprint left on your skin. You briefly wondered when it gotten so tight... It wasn't definitely new and this was one of your comfiest pairs too... but you just shrugged it off and stepped inside your shower, a pleased sigh as hot water cascade down your back.

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chance......

we got a little spicy eheheh

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Would you ever write for telly?? There's absolutely NOTHING for him it makes me so sad

Oh Telly? Love that TV! .... believe you me, they're one of the dateables that I'm legitimately scared of writing... i cannot rhyme for my life, and also Telly has some lines and quotes from popular movies and tv shows that i unfortunately do not know - cuz one im not american and two i rarely watch tv nowadays, hell even streaming sites...

there's a high chance I'm just gonna butcher him but ill try anon but in the mean time here's a fic i like that has telly in character (tho no ships as it's pre-daviators) read it here! i really recommend it cuz it's so funny in the second chapter ^^

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okay dol is getting popular now... i had 5 post of dol in my fyp and I know algorithm blah blah blah but its disarming enough that dol is being recognized in fucking tiktok of all places....

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Requests Closed! Currently busy with college and writing something else atm.

Hi! I'm Fae. 19 and currently obsessing over: Date Everything.

Writes but it takes long, so please bear with me or don't expect too much from me ^^;

My inbox is generally open anytime, but check the top of the post if my requests are open or not! I don't want to be swamped or for you to wait for something I most likely won't be able to write.

Rules:

Generally will only write for fandoms I'm currently in (e.g Date Everything)

Sometimes will only write a few requests that I think are much more easier and quicker to write (a drabble being one) but series will take more time.

Only writes for Gender Neutral Reader and vague use of genitals. There would be occasional use of afab/fem reader or amab/male reader. But occasionally.

If you requested a certain character then there's more or less a chance i might butcher and make that character ooc ;-;

I will absolutely not write: incest, scat and watersports.

TAGS USED: #words i wrote (fics)

☆ﾟ°˖*Getting into an accident

☆ﾟ°˖*Finding out every object is a voyeur

☆ﾟ°˖*Keeping your clothes on as you jerk off

☆ﾟ°˖*Watching You - Amir, Betty, Celia, Curt and Rod, Dirk, Hector, Mateo, River, Shadowlord, Tyrell

☆ﾟ°˖*Watching You pt. 2 - second part of objects that watches you. still deciding on which character to write.

☆ﾟ°˖*Dressing yourself like a victorian woman - a request about wanting to know how the objects feel with you wearing too much clothing and stopping your "activities" after getting the dateviators.

If you enjoyed any of my writing then please reblog ^^! And if you want you can also leave your thoughts in the tags! (i love reading the tags so much) I need validation that my horny thoughts put into words is actually good ;-; but absolutely NO PRESSURE!!! just read and enjoy my works ^^!

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I hc that doug could get clingy bc as existential dread, he hates being ignored/not thought of. He thrives off attention lol

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squish

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Mateo how I love you

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Holds ur hand. I would die for you to draw Mateo <3

mateo !!! he's one of my faves, thank you for requesting him ;-;

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more voyeur dateables plspls, when u have ideas cuz personally i have none rn but i loved the concept!!!

ohohohoho dw anon, i gotchu i gotchu! ive been slow cooking and now im ready to serve!!!

☆ﾟ°˖* WARNINGS: Suggestive! Pre-dateviators, Nonconsensual Voyeurism from the Objects (is that the right term?), Oblivious GN!Reader/Homeowner, Possible OOC cuz brother it is hard writing in general.

☆ﾟ°˖* CHARACTERS: Amir, Betty, Celia, Curt and Rod, Dirk, Hector, Mateo, River, Shadowlord/Skips, Tyrell (whoo boy that's a lot!)

☆ﾟ°˖* SYNOPSIS: These are some of the objects who had a front row seat in your nightly activities and well.... don't you want to know what goes on inside their head when they're watching you? (they didn't mean to really!)

☆ﾟ°˖* NOTES: I have not played through Hector and Mateo's route yet - because im saving them for last in my current playthrough so im sorry if they in particular sounded OOC

☆ﾟ°˖*Amir

Amir does his job best, to reflect back your gorgeous visage with gusto and an ongoing stream of praise even though you won’t be able to hear any of it in this lifetime, but that hardly stops him as he always finds himself cooing and muttering how beautiful you are when you grace him with your presence in his many reflections.

So really, it’s both a blessing and a curse for him to be placed by your dresser where he can reflect back the whole view of your bed and your shivering form.

How he aches to have you turn yourself towards him, to let him see and watch how you work your fingers on you. It’s torturous, only being able to hear your quiet gasps, the muffled whining from your pillow or the desperate moaning as you reach your peak.

Oh, how you torture this poor mirror azizam.

Don’t blame him when he starts thinking of various positions you can do to properly show your beauty in all angles.

But what he truly longs for is to be able to see your face clearly, without anything obscuring your beauty so he can see how you would close your eyes tightly and grit your teeth to keep your sounds from spilling out once you climaxed.

Oh how he longs to see it, and hopes that he would be able to be the one to bring out all kinds of faces you can make for your pleasure.

☆ﾟ°˖*Betty

Your bed is the last thing you see and feel, and the first thing you wake up to when your alarm rings or when some stream of sunshine manages to slip past your curtains to rudely wake you up.

Betty always tries to savor that feeling of your body sinking down the mattress or you using and clutching your pillows in your sleep. With your job, you’re always so quick to leave her in the morning and only have so little time to sleep in her after having another overtime.

And imagine her happiness when you have a day off today! Despite the sun already up and Timothy already done with his job of waking you up, you just quietly slip back under the covers and not a minute later until your breathing slows that you’re back in dreamland.

She’s glad you decided to sleep in, you definitely needed it after many sleepless nights in that dreadful job of yours. And she won’t deny that she missed you.

You weren’t exactly immune to wet dreams, a fact that Betty knows with her whole being. So when she feels you grinding yourself on her sheets, well, she missed this too.

It’s really hard for her, being this close to you yet never being able to touch or hold you in the way she wants. She watches you with lidded eyes, wondering just what kind of dream has you this hot and bothered.

Oh she fantasizes so many things, maybe it was a hot coworker of yours, or ohh maybe it's a gorgeous stranger that asked you for directions, hell maybe it's that favorite barista of yours.

“Please…” You mumbled in your sleep. How she wants to help you, to embrace you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear as she works you off.

“Go ahead honey, grind on me.” She whispers to you, watching as your hips go frantic before stilling and a quiet moan following. Then you’re fluttering your eyes and she imagines that you’re actually seeing her, that your silly smile was for her.

But it’s not, she watches you rise and a curse falls from your lips seeing the mess on your pajama pants, then you’re already leaving her to start your day.

☆ﾟ°˖*Celia

The first time it happened was an accident really, the other times though, we’re not.

Really it’s hard to not watch you when she's literally the ceiling for crying out loud. There’s only so much she can do in this state.

With how chaotic the house can get and the growing piles of complaints (most of them being Beverly and her bar or Lux) Celia needed a way to wind down from her duties.

Chairemi’s plays and her dearest Florence is a big help until Chairemi is on her day off and she doesn't want Florence to worry for her.

Watching you hump on your pillow was… quite entertaining. The way your hair clings to your sweaty face or that tantalizing arch of your back when you speed up.

Well, don’t tell Chairemi but she much prefers watching you get yourself off than her plays.

You were a delight. Even when she tries to look away or busy herself with reading another one of Tony’s projects, just a little sound from you has her turning her head to your form.

Enthralled on the way you chase your pleasure and those shivers of yours– there’s no object in this house who wouldn’t watch you.

She may not show or say it but she’s always waiting to watch the next time you’re feeling particularly horny.

☆ﾟ°˖*Curt and Rod

Oh lord…

“Did you see that?”

“Shut your mouth, I’m trying to watch–”

“So am I but you got to admit that was really cute when they–”

“Shhh!”

Not even when they’re watching you fuck yourself, they still wouldn’t shut up.

This is one of their favorite things to watch, more than throwing shades to poor innocent strangers just walking by outside. It’s almost at a tie with throwing shade at each other. And you should be honored (even though you wouldn’t know that until a certain sunglasses arrives).

One of their favorite positions of yours is when you’re on your back and just when you’re about to get your release, the way you throw your head back jussst right has them seeing your blissed out face as you ride out your high.

Damn you really do look cute like this.

And that’s the ONLY time they’re both quiet, greedily watching your chest rise and fall as you bask in pure endorphins.

But there are those moments where they’re both spewing absolute filth while watching you, and if you could only hear the kinds of things they say…

“Look at that.”

“I’m looking.”

“Don’t they look cute riding that pillow?”

“Yeah but I think they look better bent over.”

But most of the time it’s just them arguing.

“Wow they’re close already?”

“Oh so you can talk but I can’t?”

“Yeah cuz I can’t listen to them with your grating voice.”

“Grating?! Now I know that’s a lie–”

“SHHHH!”

☆ﾟ°˖*Dirk

He’s your clothes.

There’s literally nothing else I can say.

He’s the first to know your arousal, the one who can feel your growing wetness in your underwear when you’re busy writing away your very erotic smutty fanfics on Mac. The one who can feel your desperation as you squirm in your seat when the heat is getting too much.

Dirk absolutely revels during your writing session.

The way you cross your thighs together has him reeling, and if he closes his eyes then he can imagine he’s in between it, the feeling as you wrap your thighs around his head, and he can almost practically taste you.

But it never last long when you start stripping him off of you. Depraving him from the main course.

He almost cried when you had to throw him back to Harper.

If there was a ranking on which object has touched you the most: Dirk is winning that one (sorry Stepford).

☆ﾟ°˖*Hector

He didn’t mean to watch you, honest!

But he is a weak HVAC and he cannot stop himself when he’s being lured in by your breathing and groans that are akin to a siren's call.

He already sees you so highly and perfect but watching you has whet an appetite he didn’t knew he had.

Some part of him is aching to help and be of use for you, watching you pleasure yourself is a blessing but oh how he wishes to help you. You don’t even have to say a word, you just need to lay down and beckon him– ever the servant he is for your needs and pleasure, he will do everything he can to make you happy.

But alas, he is not the object that is deserving to be near you let alone touch you. His looks will surely disgust you. :(

After seeing you so exposed and in your most vulnerable has plagued him with such haunting images and thoughts.

And maybeeee he wrote those things into a story, a very detailed story of things he’s only finding out about himself. :3

Oh darling not only are you so perfect and lovely, you even inspired him!

☆ﾟ°˖*Mateo

Another he-didn’t-meant-to-watch! Pt.2

Unlike Hector who can only watch through the vents, Mateo has himself tangled in between your thighs.

Is this heaven? Yes, but he’s so embarrassed and flustered and it only got worse as you started grinding against your blanket (him).

Oh god, it feels good and you feel good so this is alright, right?

He doesn’t know if he can survive this honestly… And he actually doesn't want to survive it.

Because with how soft and warm your thighs are, he doesn’t want to leave or for this moment to end quickly.

He watches, he hears and he can feel you all at the same time. This is too much for him! It's both overstimulating but yet still not enough - and he feels horrible for thinking about how your skin and touch would actually feel on him.

The way you clutch onto him as you’re nearing your peak is almost like you’re pulling on his hair - which he didn’t know he was into.

You pulled your blanket closer to you, exhaustion already pulling you to sleep, aftercare thrown out the window as sleep takes you over.

With your slow breathing and your calming heartbeat is starting to lull Mateo to sleep as well, and his day was exhausting helping and caring for the inanimals, so maybe it’s fine for him to take a rest.

That was the best sleep he had in a while.

☆ﾟ°˖*River

There’s hardly a moment where you aren’t using water in your day-to-day life. Cooking, washing, cleaning and bathing as well. Your literal body is just water. Through it River has gotten to know you so well and quite intimately.

You were off to relax in your bathtub as a reward for surviving another horrible week at work and god you deserved this. The water, warm and filled with scents of lavender and roses from a bathbomb you used, is just the remedy for your aching muscles.

River is more than familiar with your body. She has each slope, curve, and beauty mark of yours memorized, and once you step inside your bathtub she was more than happy to embrace you once more.

Everything was the perfect definition of relaxation, your stress and frustration melting away and instead leaving a heady feeling as you slowly caressed your thighs, inch by inch your hand nearing closer to your nether region.

It’s the first time you’re doing this in your bath but unfortunately your horniness prevails as you slowly work yourself up with each touch.

It’s also the first time for River and a few denizens inside the bathroom to see and hear you pleasure yourself outside the bedroom, they can sometimes hear you but really they only get scraps of information from the others who gotten front row seats, but even then they only had to use their imaginations to paint the picture of you.

And how truly lovely you look as you work up a sweat on your forehead, glistening all the while under the light. Those descriptions the others gave did not do you any justice at all - or maybe it was just the lack of imagination for them, who knows.

Waves of water splashed and spilled but River couldn’t care, too focused on watching you and all the little twitches and shivers you made. Right now it feels like it’s just you and her in your own little bubble. (If you only noticed how the water started to get a little warmer but your head is long gone into that familiar space.)

There’s something so intimate to all of this, her embracing your body and being able to touch and feel you in her liquid state. The way the water surrounds and drips from your body is quite alluring.

When you finally come, River watches the way your release mixes and fades in the water, leaving no traces of your debauchery. Maybe later after seeing Winnifred she’ll have to paint lavenders and roses as a souvenir.

(Bonus, because I love the second bathroom objects)

As you go and start cleaning yourself off with Tyrell, unbeknownst to you there’s a lively chattering in your bathroom happening right now.

“Ohh, didn’t they look so cute!” Bathsheba was only the one so excited and gushing over your little show, the others lost into their own worlds all except for a certain rubber duck.

“That was really pathetic, I mean- coming already when it hasn't even been 10 minutes? Really ducking embarrassing.” Rebel said with a sneer as they floated around inside the bathtub.

“But they were cute, weren’t they Rebbie?” There was silence until a groan and Rebel swishing across the water.

“Ducking… I guess…” That reply seemed to be enough for Bathsheba as she glanced around the room to see the other’s reaction.

“Oh I know I have the exact same blush color to match around here… hmm, did I place it in the plants collection or the food collection…” Barry was off looking all over for that blush, Tyrell and Amir are busy doing their jobs while Jean Loo… Is busy staring into space, red faced and all that.

☆ﾟ°˖*Tyrell

It’s his job to clean and soak up all kinds of liquids you encounter or spilled (except mud), he takes pride and does his job dutifully.

Doesn’t mean he isn’t embarrassed when you go and start rubbing him over your chest, to your stomach and down, down to your sweet thighs.

Look, he is a professional. He has dried you up multiple times, he’s made for thi– OOOKAY NOW YOU’RE DIRECTLY WIPING HIM TO YOUR STAINS, OKAY.

This part of his job is a privilege only he has– unless you decide to use your clothes to wipe down your mess (damn you Dirk, that’s his job).

Even through his embarrassment, he prioritizes you and your comfort, so he has to be extra fluffy and warm when you’re doing your aftercare.

Too bad towel buddy isn’t here - they’re a kitchen towel - if he could, he would shape towel buddy into your favorite animal.

Something for you to smile at after you're done with your ‘activity’.

☆ﾟ°˖*Skips

He’s there, he always is. Just creeping at the crevices between furniture and even under your bed, once the sun’s down he’s free to move room by room, watching and listening to the happenings between objects but that’s not what he wants to see.

Slipping past Dorian’s shadow it seems he’s just right on time, your clothes thrown in a corner and you, the most gorgeous human he has laid his eyes on, just started with your little ‘show’.

He wonders how you’ll react, that your once empty and lonely house is actually filled with so many people, and all of them who are so curious about you.

How would you react after finding out that almost a dozen pairs of eyes are hungrily watching and taking in your naked body, your wanton moans that reverberate in your bedroom or how you leak and stain the covers and blankets of your cum.

It’s unlikely it’ll happen, but that hardly stops anyone from fantasizing about you and what they could do to you, their dear human.

So he watches just like the others, taking it all in as you sped your hand to chase that high, your other hand settling on teasing and pulling your nipples, cheeks red and a bead of sweat trickling down your neck.

He watches and waits with bated breath, you’re getting closer to cumming, just a bit more and– there you go.

Those sharp inhales and gasps you take is music in his ears. The tension in your shoulder drops and you sink back into your mattress, you’re probably feeling quite content now he’s sure.

He stays to watch you after you’re done cleaning up and once you're settled under the cover he’s quietly slipping past back to the shadows of a globe.

Your nightly activities became his respite. And it’s embarrassing but you somehow bring such comfort from your presence alone.

He wonders what you would be like if you met him, would you play along with Shadowlord and his ritual of collecting his armaments back? Would you like his true form – Skips Shadley even when he looks completely different as Shadowlord? He wonders if there’s a possibility for something to bloom between the two of you.

But then he thinks about Benji, and his hurt and loneliness is back crashing in waves.

Besides, it’s silly and stupid about thinking of being able to talk with the human, it’s just wistful fantasy and daydreaming on his and the other object’s part.

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Driving in my carrr-

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alright walk with me here. just walk with me.

imagine after a year of fruitful new beginnings of your now former objects turned human (who is also your lovers), you're walking back home, maybe you're coming back after watching a play Skips invited you to or after visiting Bev and trying her new concoction, or maybe you're coming back after having dinner with Abel and Dasha - whatever it is, you're happy with a pep in your steps as you walked the same old route back home.

you had plans to listen to Telly's new reviews tonight, you had plans to finally visit Cam in his cozy trash cave, you had plans to see Cabrizzio next week. you had so many plans.

if you only had moved just a fraction, just an inch, maybe you wouldn't have been one of the collateral of that unfortunate accident. another victim of a person’s reckless drunk driving.

Dorian was the first to know. you had him saved as your emergency contact, "Why chose me?" he said to you when you showed him. "Because I know you'll come get me when I'll call you." And he will. And he did.

the second ones who got the news was Farya and Hank no. 3, being in the medical field they immediately found out from their coworkers (and those coworkers knew you from the wallpaper of their phone. whenever they asked about you, Farya would say you were her go-to study buddy and lover while Hank no. 3 will say you're his house homie, his sexy and hot babe, and their hank no. 7).

the rest found out from Mac through thiscord. you insisted on making a group chat with all of them. even when everyone separated ways you always seem to find a way to get all of them together (it was for your birthday party last month, the reunion was chaotic and it almost ruined the surprise for you, but you were just so happy to see all of them in the same room).

every single one of them pushed their schedule back, and some of them even came home from far away places (Tydus, Jacques and Mateo who just returned from their work overseas, Luke, Gaia and Cabrizzio immediately flying home when they got the news.)

some of them banded together to get you the vip private suite in the hospital and the others got the most skilled and professional doctors all over. you only deserved the best treatment or so help them god.

in a few days your plain old suite was filled with little things that they'll know you'll like when you wake up. Prissy has every corner placed with a pot of plant, Artt hanging a few paintings that are your favorite, River has a few candles that she made for you lit up, Tyrell has towel buddy by your bedside table - always changing it's shape day by day.

others have things prepared once you woke up, Stefan and Mitchell are working on your favorite meals, Lyric has that one book you've been meaning to buy and he's more than ready to read it out for you, Chance and Parker collaborated in an extensive campaign planned out just for you.

Doug didn't took the news well. he lost Hope once and now he's watching your injured self sleeping. luckily Artt is right by his side, calming and reassuring him that you're okay, that you'll wake up soon.

it only took a while before the hospital warned them about limiting the amount of visitors inside your room. despite having a spacious vip suite, the room can barely handle 30 people in it, what more if there's over a 100 people inside it.

timothy took charge of your daily visitor schedule, something to finally keep his worries away, even for a second.

sometimes on the dead of the night, when there's nobody inside your room, Nightmare will appear, whispering sweet saccharine dreams into your ears. to help lessen the pain, even just a bit. Daemon would even materialize by your bed, holding your hand tightly, "You will wake up." she doesn't know if it's directed to you or them, but he's sure you'll wake up eventually. You always do.

when it was Skylar's turn to visit you she was heartbroken, you looked so peaceful in your sleep. your injuries are healing up nicely Farya said, but you were left in a coma. and it's already been a month since then. she misses you, she misses looking at your eyes that only held love and kindness for her and everyone. she took your hand in hers, eyes tearing up again.

"Oh please wake up. Everyone is waiting for you, we missed you so much, so please... wake up."