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Introductions

Hi, I'm Tammi! If you're here, you wanna have fun talking about various household items! And possibly read what I have to say about 'em.

My favorite Dateables are (bolded means please please pleaseee ask me about them; in no particular order and brace yourselves lmao):

Hector, Curt and Rod, Amir, Shelley, Betty, Skylar Specs, Harper and Dirk, Tony and Tina, Eddie and Volt, Dasha and Abel, Washford and Drysdale, Celia and Florence, Winnifred, Bobby Pin, Zoey Bennett, Prissy Plastique, Dunk Shuttlecock, Vaughn Trapp, Wallace, Artt, Dolly, Dante, Mateo Manta, Cabrizzio, Farya, Hanks, Scandalabra/Jon, Bodhi Windbreaker, Textbox-chan, Dorian, Mac, Maggie, Phoenicia, Stella, Chairemi, Luke Nukem, Kristof, Timothy Timepiece, River, Koa, Telly, Connie Soul, Keyes, Gaia, Sinclaire, Freddy Yeti, Stefan, Miranda, Daisuke, Rainey, Fantina, Kopi, Cam, I, Ronaldini, Jean Loo Pissoir, Johnny Splash, Bathsheba, Rebel, Barry Styles, Tyrell, Jerry, Penelope, Willi, Rongomaiwhenua, Chance, Parker Bradley, Arma, Diana, Ben-hwa, Nightmare, Regina Rejection, Hero-Hime, Teddy, Tydus Andromache, Henry Hoove, Keith (don't judge me lmao, i think he'd be interesting to write about), Beau, Sophia, Monique, Lady Memoria, Airyn, Holly, and finally, XxxShadowlord420xxX

But I am not opposed to everyone else you don't see listed! I'll write anyone!

My tags are:

tammi writes: date everything - for every post i've written for date everything

date everything headcanons - for every post with date everything headcanons

[insert character name here] hcs - for every post with headcanons for a specific date everything character.

date everything nsfw hcs - for every post with date everything nsfw headcanons

[insert character name here] nsfw hcs - for every post with nsfw headcanons for a specific date everything character.

Rules:

While the ask box is open for requests, I don't mind y'all just wanting to send stuff to chat about. Or even stuff you wanted to share of your own! Long as you don't mind me rambling at you lol

I mostly write headcanons so please request those. While writing fic is within my capabilities, I can't promise to deliver in a timely manner. So if you see me post something unprompted, it was because inspiration struck lol. Don't send me fic requests. Headcanons are simply easier for me to manage.

That being said, I do sfw and nsfw headcanons. Minors do not interact with my nsfw stuff or you'll be blocked.

Please be specific about what you'd like. The more detail the better. If you'd like a reader of a certain identity or gender (or lack thereof), I can do that! Romantic or platonic or general headcanons with characters, I can do that. Just no requests that lack any sort of detail.

Lastly, be patient. Unfortunately, I have a job that includes prolonged time staring at a computer screen. It sucks to have computer-related hobbies on top of that lmao

Restrictions

When it comes to nsfw content, I'm comfortable with most things (let's say…choking, bondage, knife play etc.) except any fetishes involving scat, piss (i know jean loo is right there but i can't do that to my man lol), and all that kind of stuff. If you're still unsure about what's an acceptable request, you can ask and I'll either accept or respectfully decline.

[Thank you so much for this request! I chose to do them both. I hope you enjoy! ]

Mateo Manta with a Reader who's into Lolita Fashion

Some of the inanimals have definitely made off with some of your accessories and Mateo can't apologize enough for their mischief. But can you really stay mad at them when they look so joyful playing with them?

Mateo finds himself enthralled with the fabric of your dresses. Sometimes, he zones out and starts to rub it between his fingertips. He blushes when you laugh, then apologizes for the fact that he just started to touch your clothes without permission.

When you ask him to try out some make up on him, he's a bit hesitant. You probably spend a lot of money on your makeup and he doesn't want you to waste it on him. It takes some convincing that he's worth the time and effort. And by convincing I mean a lot of "pleaseee, Matito?"s and batting those big ol' wet pleading eyes of yours. You could really put an inanimal to shame with them!

Once you get your hands on him, he finds himself more focused on you. The look of concentration on your face, how animated you are when you, Amir, and Barry chat about what colors work best with his skin. Also, every touch you give him when you direct his head this way and that. He's just so smitten!

Mateo looks into the mirror, painted lips falling open in shock. His hair falls in perfect white curls over his left eye. On top of his head is a hat decorated with frilly ribbons, and on those ribbons are patterns similar to those he's seen on most of his inanimal friends. You really tried your best to put together a look that best represents him, and he couldn't be more thankful for your thoughtfulness. "Amor, I…gosh. I don't know what to say," he manages to get out after observing his reflection for what seems like an hour. "I look great! Amazing, even." He'd take your hands, rubbing his thumbs over the backs of them. "You're amazing," he adds with a dreamy smile, standing up to kiss you. He ends up leaving behind a wine-dark red stain on your mouth. "Oh," he breathes, a blush on his cheeks. "I think I like that color on you."

[I had most of these written from when I first started this blog lmao. I gotchuuu.]

Curt x Reader x Rod nsfw hcs

Curt is passionate. Patient. Loves to spend time running his hands all over you. Things always escalate when he's kissing you. He sucks, nips, and bites. He likes to leave his mark on you for Rod to find later. Gotta inspire him to do his best when treating you right, of course.

He isn't shy about exploring you. His mouth isn't just good for talking, after all. It's his favorite way to get you off, with the addition of his fingers. It makes him so hard to see the mess of your climax over his polished nails. He's very vocal, and moans at the taste of you.

Big on overstimulation. Please hold him down and fuck him 'til he cries! He sounds so cute and desperate when you do. He gets a bit embarrassed afterwards, but a few kisses from you helps him get over it.

Rod prefers to build anticipation before giving you what you want. That's his fancy way of saying he's a big fuckin' tease. He'd whisper in your ear and tell you how fine you look and how'd you look even better with him between your legs. There's nothing like touching you just shy of the places he knows drives you wild and walking off with a shit-eating grin.

You can't just tell him you want him. Nor does he want to chase after you. That's more of Curt's thing. Beg for him. Let him see it. Let him see the desire in your eyes as you fuck yourself in front of him. And you better listen when he tells you to stop. Can't let you cum without him inside you, can he?

Big praise kink. Loves hearing about how good he makes you feel or how sexy he sounds when he's moaning your name. Just know that anything you say will be bragged about to Curt…except that part about him being a good boy. He'll just leave that out, thank you very much lmao

Thoughts?

[Oh, hey! Thanks for this! This is a fun idea. I had no clue how to write this, so I'm just gonna ramble lol. Hope that's okay!]

So the first line of defense definitely has to be Curt and Rod, Wyndolyn, and Dorian.

Curt and Rod do their usual people-watching. Instead of finding some poor saps to roast or fashionable folks to admire, they've been noticing some suspicious characters lurking about the neighborhood. It seems like they like to people watch, too, but for reasons way more nefarious than what Curt and Rod do.

They learn from Wyndolyn that they're burglars. The tall one's named Harv and the short one's named Larry (yeah, I think I'm creative lol). They've been prowling around the neighborhood to see which house they want to rob. It just so happens that they've set their sights on this house. They're known as the Wet Bandits and because their calling card is leaving the water running after they rob whatever house they set their sights on. Which is an interesting choice, but whatever, right?

You know what else is an interesting choice? Targeting your house.

But who can blame them? For all they know, they think you're an easy target because you're alone. Hell, maybe on a really bad day, you don't even leave the bedroom. This is especially true since the Dateviators provide you with plenty company there, but they don't know about those, so that's neither here or there. Plus your house is bound to have some top of line shit in there since they heard they heard a rumor that Valdivian had its hands in the development of the house.

And something tells Dorian they won't stop at stealing the denizens of your house. The thought of you hurt or worse is something he cannot allow to happen. He won't allow for you to fall victim to these blokes, though. He swears on everything he's made of, they're not getting in. Not on his watch.

It's Curt who brings up, nervously: what if they do? This gives them pause for a while…until Wyndolyn and Rod give each other a look that just spells trouble. Dorian asks what they're thinking and when they present their plan, he's confident that no harm will come to you.

These guys won't know what's coming to them.

It's in the dead of night when the burglars decide to strike. Harv and Larry find little to no resistance getting into the front door and they're clueless enough not to even question it. Harv immediately notices Telly, tries to unplug him against Larry's instruction. Typical Harv; always eager to get his grubby fingers on shit before scoping out the area.

Telly's plug isn't even out for five seconds when a massive electrical surge burns the shit out of his hand. Eddie and Volt's doing, of course. Harv starts screaming like hell. Larry tries to hush him while guiding him to the bathroom. Tells him stop crying and run some water over it for a few minutes. He's going to check the office for some valuables.

Larry is sure he hits the jackpot because there's your computer, just waiting to be hauled away. He's a little reluctant, though. Don't want to end up howling like Harv. The idiot. There's nothing much in here besides the computer, though. A cork board in front of the desk, a trash can—is that a mouse trap with some cheese in it?—and improperly mounted shelves…

A geode sits on top of one of those shelves. That ought to be worth something, right? Right as he shoves Rongomaiwhenua into his backpack, the shelf that she once sat on collapses and falls on his feet—along with two heavy ass books. Just books. Right on his crusty ass toes. Score one, Shelley. Score zero, Larry.

He doesn't get a chance to recover before he hears Harv screaming again. He pushes through the throbbing pain to hobble over to the bathroom. The sink was left running, but the water might as well have been set on hellfire. Thank Winnifred and River for that. Larry tries his luck with the shower, stepping inside and turning it on. He finds the smallest bit of relief before the door slams on him and the water is scalding hot again.

Larry looks on in horror as his partner in crime is damn near boiled alive like a lobster. It seems like an eternity before he's able to wrench the door open and drag Harv's soggy self out of the shower from hell. There's gotta be something wrong with this house. Whether it's some new kind of convoluted booby-trapping security system or not, they shouldn't stay to find out.

They hear something as they scramble out of the bathroom. Some shuffling at the top of the stairs. For some reason, despite everything, they investigate. With Larry in the front and Harv in the back, they inch closer and closer. The stairs creak in protest. Once they're halfway up, a soccer ball is launched right at Larry's face. Then a basketball at Harv's. A football manages to trip them both up and somehow, the tumultuous tumble they take down the stairs feels suspiciously eternal, and extremely, maliciously painful.

There's an animal fear that threads through the marrow of their bones when they scramble for the front door, sweating and heads ringing. A single thought running through both of their heads.

This house hates them.

This house hates them, and it wants them out. So they haul ass, with Dorian hittin' 'em where the good lord split them.

You appear at the top of the stairs, Dateviators equipped as you thank everyone for their assistance. You were supposed to stay with Mateo and Betty for most of that debacle, but you had to do something! It was you that sent the various forms of Dunk flying down the stairs and he seemed super stoked to be a part of the action!

imagine barry, after you already achieved a love ending with him, looking very hurt that you'd shut him down about one of his interests when you're with bathsheba. how do you think he'd feel after you said you loved and accepted him for how he is? especially if you admitted that you shared the same struggle he does?

i remember dorian saying something about you'd never know where you stand with barry until it's too late. do you think he'd give you the benefit of the doubt for a while? before gradually making himself scarce when you come along?

hiii, thank you so much for your request! i hope you enjoy these! you have a wonderful day/night, as well!

Curt and Rod with a Sensitive Reader HCS

So you know when Curt and Rod were snooping in your dating profile while you were in the office, and Curt pretty much implied that you weren't popular because you weren't as cool as they were? Yeah. That stung.

It's funny, though. Curt was the one often scolding Rod for his lack of tact, but it's really the other way around. He wasn't trying to hurt your feelings. His mouth just…moved faster than his mind sometimes.

Even though they weren't the only ones that took a swing at your lack of social life, you've really taken a liking to these two. So it hurt worse coming from them. Perhaps it was the combination of being disposed so quickly by Valdivian and then being thrust into this whole mess with the Dateviators. Hearing what's been obvious to you for most of your adult life struck something raw in you.  So...you cried.

And that was when Curt and Rod learned that they had to be careful with you…which was something you didn't want, at all.

You loved hanging around these guys and their sass and jokes was what you enjoyed about them. You didn't want them to change their whole dynamic because of the one time they stepped on your toes!

Besides, it was a blow to your pride every time they'd nervously look over to you after joking around. It made you feel like you were fragile.

With some time and communication, they figured out what was off-limits and what was free game. Things were good again!

But, as you enter a relationship with them, Curt and Rod also learn that it's not just them that can trigger your tears.

You cry when an inanimal curls up against your side. You're damn near inconsolable if you're re-watching an episode of a show where you know your favorite character's gonna die. And if you manage to get on an object's bad side, you're an absolute mess.

At times, Curt is a sympathy crier. If you're crying, he's crying. He tries to put on a brave face for you when you're not feeling the best, but man, he can't stand the sight of his baby crying! And if it happens to be his fault you're crying? Someone get this man off the floor before he starts going on about being a bad boyfriend.

Supportive as always, Rod is there to console you. While he won't tease you (much), he playfully gripes that he can't kiss that cute face of yours that much if you're crying all the time! As if that stops him, though. He'll kiss all over your face to get you to smile again!

Of course, Curt and Rod fuss over which one gets to comfort you.

"I got this, Curt. They don't need you crying over them, too!"

"Please. You'd just worry about getting your drapes wet!"

Their bickering is usually a good way to get you to cheer up. Sometimes, they inspire you to throw some shade their way.

"Not even a bad time can stop you from lightin' us up, huh?" Curt says.