Summary: As long as Hector could remember, it has always been you, and only you. No matter how many others had wandered the halls of this house, none of them could ever compare to the way you made him feel. They had all taken him for granted. They never spouted praise for his hard work, only complaints. He was constantly being poked and prodded, treated like he was nothing other than an object. In their defense, he is. He is nothing more than a means to an end. Hector’s only purpose was to serve, not be served. That is, until you came along.
Notes: pretty short and sweet. basically you and hector get to know each other and then have awesome sex mwahahaha(See the end of the work formore notes.)
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As long as Hector could remember, it has always been you, and only you. No matter how many others wandered the halls of this house, none of them could ever compare to the way you made him feel. They had all taken him for granted. They never spouted praise for his hard work, only complaints. He was constantly being poked and prodded, treated like he was nothing other than an object. In their defense, he is. He is nothing more than a means to an end. Hector’s only purpose was to serve, not be served. That is, until you came along.
The summer you moved in, he knew he would dedicate his entire being to you. You had immediately reveled in the cool breeze that he provided when you stopped to rest. He had seen the bumps rise on your sun-kissed skin, and he had heard the sigh of relief as you fluttered your eyelids closed. Every bone in his body, every aching muscle, and every waking thought belonged to you. In his eyes, you were glorious. A divine being, too sacred to be touched. He worshipped the ground you walked on; every breath you took sent chills down his entire body.
Hector knew it would never be. Even if there was a chance of you reciprocating his obsession, his desire, it would never be possible. You weren’t even aware of his existence. You would never know of the nights he spent longing for you, watching the slow rise and fall of your chest under the hefty comforter he knew you couldn’t sleep without. You would forever be oblivious to the way he stared in awe as the morning sun peeked through your bedroom window, illuminating your skin in a marvelous golden light.
He had seen many of your lovers come and go for years. Every time a new person stepped into your room, thinking of how many of them you had made love with under the moonlight’s glow, he felt enraged. Hector knew none of them were good enough for you. None of them could please you in the ways you should be. They could never grasp just how magnificent you were. You deserved to be worshipped, to be praised by every being that was capable of doing so. How he wished, how he yearned to be the one to wake up beside you.
Hector had lost count of the number of times he has watched you touch every part of your beautiful body through the grates of the vent. He knew every inch of your skin, every curve and impurity. They were never impurities to him. How could they be? Everything about you was lovely, no matter how imperfect they might seem to you. He reveled in all the little habits you made for yourself. The way you would laugh the loudest in a crowded room. Even the way you would strip off your clothes after a long day, your sweat-soaked shirt clinging to you.
Unfortunately for Hector, all it would ever be is longing. It was the truth. A sad but accurate truth. He isolated himself from all the other objects residing in the house. Some of the newer ones would try to spark conversations with him but eventually give up once they could not get him to open up. The only ones who seemed to appreciate him were the Hanks, but even they only got in contact with him when they needed a breeze for their next big stunt.
He wished he was different. He wished he was brave enough to face his insecurities. He wanted more than anything to feel confident, to just say “Fuck it!” and forget everything holding him back. Maybe then, you would be deserving of a wretch like him.
For now, he would just continue to watch from a distance. You would never know of him, and that was fine. As long as he knew he was pleasing you, that you were content, nothing else would ever matter to him. He lived for you. His only reason for being was to serve you. He and his love belonged to you only.
࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
The day the Dateviators arrived was the first time Hector had felt hope in years. He watched as you ran up and down the stairs, eager to meet every object you could in a single day. Each day that passed, he grew increasingly antsy. Eventually, he accepted the fact that you may never come to him. He was forgettable; did you even know it was possible to acknowledge his existence?
He watched as you flirted around with other objects, each time sending a sharp sting into his heart. Hector lost track of the number of nights he spent curled up in the vents, silent sobs unheard by you. He should be happy for you. You were finally getting out there, exploring the world around you. So why did it hurt so much?
Just then, Hector was snapped out of his anxiety-ridden thoughts by someone calling into the vents.
“Hello? Is anyone in there? I’d like to talk if that’s alright.”
He knew that voice anywhere; it was yours. That sweet voice, dripping like golden honey with sweet melodies many could only dream of hearing in their lives.
Hector wiped his face, frantically looking around the small metal ventilation system that surrounded him. He wasn’t ready. Not like this, not now. You deserved a proper greeting, one worthy of your grace and beauty.
He swiftly crawled to the edge of the vent, making sure to keep his unworthy face from being seen by your curious eyes. He gasped when he came face to face with you. Well, face to grate, to be more exact.
“No… I… Why are you here? What are you doing?” he stammered out.
You looked surprised, almost like you had expected no one to respond to your words, “I’m sorry, did I scare you?”
“Yes! You scared me,” Hector exclaimed in a forced voice, deep and sultry. “Don’t you know who you are? What you are to me? I’m scared the way one is frightened when coming face to face with a divine force…”
He could see a faint blush paint your cheeks as you looked at him in curiosity, if not a little confused.
“Can I come back tomorrow? I’d really love to talk to you more, but I won’t force you if you aren’t ready yet.”
“Yes, please do. I…” He stumbled over his words, “I just need a little more time. Then, I will be ready.”
You gave him a slight smile, one of understanding and empathy.
“That’s alright. I’ll come visit you again tomorrow night. I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while now.”
Hector blinked. You wanted to see him? Of all things, why him? There were so many others, so many more worthy of your time and company. And yet, you wanted to see him.
“Of course, tomorrow night. By then, I will be prepared to speak with you properly…in the way you deserve.”
Another smile flickered across your face as you turned to leave.
“I will see you tomorrow, Hector.”
Then, you were gone. Almost as soon as you came, you were just as out of reach. He already missed the sound of your voice, the small breaths and sighs you had breathed into the vents.
Hector realized something. You had said his name.
Hisname.His name that he had never told you.
How did you know his name? Surely you had to have heard about him from another object in the house. But who would have spoken of him? He was never that important to anyone else. The idea of himself being discussed made Hector slightly uncomfortable. More than anything, he was elated. You knew of him. You knew him. Moreso, you had gone out of your way to speak to him. You wanted to see him… and he could do nothing but turn you away.
He had dreamed of this moment many times, and when it finally came, he didn’t have the guts to talk to you, much less show his face. God, he was already messing everything up. You deserved more than that; you deserved more than the world. The universe, even. The stars should dance, and the planets should sing your praises at even the whisper of your name.
Hector shook himself off; there was no time for regret now. He needed to begin preparing for your next encounter, and by God, he could hardly wait for that moment.
࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
Over the next few meetings that the two of you had, Hector slowly began to open up to you. He shared his wants and his needs, his hobbies, and his dreams. You listened with full attention, asking questions and sharing your own stories and opinions along the way.
He had also opened up about his fantasies, his yearning for you. The first time it had slipped out, he quickly tried to backtrack, worried that he would scare you away. He could never forgive himself if he ever made you uncomfortable. He’d rather be damned to hell.
However, you just smiled at him, telling him you were starting to feel the same way. You never seemed to mind his obsessions, no matter how off-putting they would sound to others. You told him of how you dreamed of his hands exploring every part of your body. You wanted him to know every part of you more than he already had. He especially loved when you would take his hand in yours, slowly stroking it up and down while talking to him, all while maintaining eye contact. The contact made him shiver with arousal, and you could tell.
Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined you would love him the same as he did you. The way you looked at him made his heart race. A look containing adoration and love. He had shown you so much of himself, and yet…
“Hector, why haven’t you shown me your face yet?” you asked him carefully.
He stared at you, no words able to form from his mouth.
You continued, “I don’t want to pressure you; I know you don’t think highly of yourself.”
Ouch.
“But Hector, I care for you more than anything, and…and I can’t help but feel that you don’t trust me.
Hector scrambled to find the right words, “No! I trust you more than anything in the world. More than Heaven itself trusts the angels to bring wandering souls to its gates, my love. I just…” This was even harder than he had imagined it in his mind. “I am not worthy of you. If you saw me for what I truly am, you would surely be disgusted, disgraced even. Believe me when I say, it is better this way.”
You looked at him with a deep sigh, your eyes glassy.
“Hector,” you grabbed his hand, holding it with both of yours, “you could never disappoint me. No matter what you look like, you will always be special to me. Nobody makes me feel the way you do. Speaking with you is the best part of my day, and the days I cannot speak to you are the ones I dread the most. You are everything to me.”
Hector could feel tears pricking at his eyes, threatening to escape, to show his vulnerability. He couldn’t keep hiding away like this. He wanted to do this. All for you. He would do everything in his power to please you. And not only for you, but he also needed to do this for himself. It was time for him to come face-to-face with his insecurities so he could finally speak to you.
Before he could respond, you backed up from the vents, letting go of his hand.
“I’m sorry for pressuring you. I shouldn’t have brought it up. It might be better if I just come back tomorrow and we forget I ever said anything.“
“Come to the attic tomorrow night. I will be there waiting for you.”
Your head snapped back to look at him, eyes wide with surprise.
“Are you sure about this? Absolutely sure?” you asked gently.
Hector gulped. He had to do this. If he didn’t, it could ruin everything. He could not live with himself if he ever lost you because of his own actions.
“I am certain. Come up to the attic tomorrow night, my love, and I will be ready. I just…I just need a little more time. Please.”
With a grin, you once again grabbed his hand, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it.
“Of course, Hector. I’ll do anything you wish for.”
And with that, you turned on your heels and walked away.
࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
The clock was ticking; it’d be midnight soon. Hector’s love had still yet to come to the attic, and he was growing increasingly anxious by the minute. He could not help but worry that you had changed your mind, that you decided that he was not good enough for you. He wouldn’t blame you, and he would still worship you until the day you left. But it still hurt him to think about. He didn’t want you to leave, not after everything he had been through with you. The early morning and late-night conversations, the way you would make him laugh, and the way you would laugh at something he had said. The way you would run to him for comfort when you were feeling upset. He wanted nothing more than to make you feel alright, to make you feel safe and wanted.
He never wanted it any other way.
The clock chimes twelve times, signaling that midnight has finally arrived. His shoulders drop in defeat. How could he let himself get his hopes up? To actually think you would want something so lowly and disgusting as him?
Just as he turned around—ready to crawl back into the ventilation system—you barged through the door, breathing heavily and looking more disheveled than he had ever seen you. It was dark in the part of the attic where Hector was; there was no way you could see him from where you were standing.
“Hector,” you breathed. “I’m so sorry I’m late. I got caught up in some family stuff, and they wouldn’t let me go until now. I feel so awful; I shouldn’t have kept you waiting for so long.“
Hector quickly cut you off.
“My love, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. You could tell me that you never wished to lay eyes on me, and I would accept it without question. I am honored that you even considered showing up. It is more than I ever could wish for.”
You stared at him with a sad expression. “Don’t ever say that, Hector. I would never do anything like that to you. You mean too much to me.”
He could not find any words. For what felt like hours, the two of you stood there in silence, waiting for the other to make the first move. Suddenly, you stepped closer. They were small and yet meaningful steps. It was as if you were giving him time to back out, to change his mind. His palms were sweating, and he could hear his pulse in his ears. Hector was terrified.
And yet, he took a step closer into the light.
You stood there, taking everything in. His soft features. His big doe eyes, accentuated by the dark bags under them, most likely from the plethora of nights he had spent drowning in anxiety. Then, your eyes wandered to the dark brown curls atop his head. They were messy, but they were perfect on him. Your eyes trailed down, taking in the rest of his body—what wasn’t covered by the bulky garments that he sported.
The silence was killing Hector. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take it.
“…well,” he muttered, “Hello there. Uh…”
More silence.
“Wow.”
That’s it?he thought.
“Wow? What does “wow” mean? Wh-what is, what is that? Is it a good wow or a bad wow? Please just tell me.”
You look back up to his eyes, dark with worry.
“You’re beautiful.”
Hector blinks. Then, he drops to his knees. You join him on the floor, taking his face in your hand so he can look at you.
His lip trembles. “Out of every imaginable outcome, out of every fantasy that I have dreamt of this moment, this is surely the most fantastical of them all.”
You chuckle at him, one hand joining the other to cup his face.
“Hector, I love you.”
The thread snaps. Hector throws his arms around you, one hand around your waist and the other tangled in your hair, pulling you into a searing kiss. The moment his lips make contact with yours, he feels an electric current flow through him. It consumes him entirely. He is about to pull away and apologize for being so abrupt when you pull his face closer to yours and return the kiss with just as much urgency.
The two of you continue like this for a while, pushing together with so much force that it almost hurts. Your hands roam each other’s bodies, attempting to reach any part they can. You pull away, Hector chasing after your lips with a small whimper. You rest your forehead against his, and the two of you share each other’s heavy breaths.
Hector, surprisingly, is the one to break the silence.
“I love you too. I have always worshipped you. I’ve watched almost every move you have made. I couldn’t stand seeing you with others. I wanted you all to myself.”
“And do you still feel that way?” you question, your lip slightly upturned.
Hector takes a deep breath. “Even more than ever, my love.”
Your lips meet again, more desperate this time. You test the waters, licking at his lips. Hector gasps loudly but welcomes you in. Your kisses become heavier, more needy. Hector explores your mouth carefully, like he is attempting to map every part of your mouth. You begin to lean back, pulling Hector on top of you with a thud on the floor. He looks shocked but quickly regains himself when he sees the flushed look on your face, almost cocky even.
You open your legs for him, to which he quickly scrambles to settle himself in between them. Your legs close around his hips, pulling him closer. You can feel his erection pressing up against you; he’s so hard you can practically feel it throbbing through his thick pants.
You press a gentle kiss to his lips. “You’re already so hard for me.”
Hector moans, his hips thrusting forward as you start to pepper kisses down his neck, sucking a small spot on his collarbone.
“Please…my love... I need you so badly. I need to feel every part of you, to learn every part of your body with my entire being. I am nothing without you.”
You bite your bottom lip with a smirk. He didn’t even need to tell you; you could see how desperate he was for you just by looking at him. His hair was a mess, even more than before. His eyes were hooded and blown with pure lust and adoration. From where you were sitting, you could see his cock twitching in his pants repeatedly, begging to be released. You begin to rub him over his pants, reveling in the whimpers that he releases. All because of you.
“Is this okay?” you whisper in his ear.
He nods his head quickly, and the way he looks at you sends heat down to your core.
Grabbing his face, you demand softly, “Use your words; I need to hear it from you.”
It takes a few seconds, but Hector finally finds the composure to respond.
“Hahh...yes...please. I need you… I need you to touch me…”
That was enough for you. You dip your hands down his insulated pants until you find his dick. Hector gasps sharply, followed by a loud, needy moan. You jerk him off slowly at first, using the precum leaking from his dick as lubricant. He was already so wet, just from a little bit of touching. However, you weren’t too far behind. You began to quicken your pace, the soft sounds of you jerking him off filling the empty attic. While doing this, you have come to realize something:
Hector isloud.
And you love it.
By this point, Hector was thrusting into your hand, practically begging you to keep going. He was mumbling everything that came to mind, fast and desperately.
“God, your hands feel so good. Nngh… I need more. I need to taste you. I want you to make a mess of me, to use me however you want—ah!”
An idea rushes through your mind. You swiftly remove your hand from his cock, and he groans at the loss. Moving out from under him, you start to walk towards the chair that rests in the far corner of the attic, stopping when you are standing right in front of it. Hector gets up to follow you, but you turn back and stop him in his tracks.
“Nuh uh,” you gently push him back to the floor. “I want you to stay there and remove your clothes. Just to your underwear.”
Hector’s Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, and you are almost worried that you have done too much. Right before you are about to speak up, he stands to his feet, wobbling all the way up. He starts with his shirt, disassembling all of the mechanical parts. Then, he starts on his pants. They are already unzipped from earlier, so all he needs to do is pull them down. He kicks all of his wardrobe to the side, and there he is, standing in his white boxers with a pattern of little red hearts, a wet patch staining the middle. It almost makes you giggle, not because you thought it was weird or stupid; instead, you found it adorable and fitting. Hector sways nervously, waiting for a reaction. You realize that you have not yet said anything.
“God, you’re so fucking amazing.”
He sighs in relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing. Hector begins walking to you, but once again you stop him, this time by holding up your hand and lowering yourself into the chair behind you.
“On your hands and knees, my love. Can you do that for me?”
Again, Hector’s cock twitches in his pants as he lowers himself back to the ground. He begins to crawl towards you meekly, biting his lip and stopping to rub his legs together at one point. When he reaches you, you take his face in your hands again, more firmly this time.
“You look so beautiful like this. So desperate to please me, aren’t you?”
Hector nods his head frantically, “My whole existence is to please you. Nothing in the world makes me happier. The number of nights I spent touching myself to the thought of it, to the thought of having my mouth on you, tasting you, is insurmountable. I want nothing more than to make you feel good.”
Content with his answer, you began to slowly remove your clothing bit by bit. The wetness in your underwear clung to your skin as you slipped them off, exposing your entire body to the man in front of you.
He looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world. A dark and ferocious hunger began to brew inside of you.
You grabbed Hector’s hair and slowly guided him in between your legs. Immediately, he stuck his tongue out, eagerly lapping at your core. You gasped, letting your head fall back as he hungrily devoured you. He started licking your hole and slowly moved up to tease at your clit. The grip you held on his hair tightened, eliciting a moan from him that sent chills down your spine.
He then brought his fingers up to your hole, circling around it before slowly pushing two fingers inside. He pumped his fingers in and out, gauging your reactions and adjusting based off of them. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before. Sure, you had done this a few times before, but none of your past partners aimed to please the way Hector did.
You were whisked away from your thoughts when Hector began to suck on your clit, increasing the speed of his fingers inside of you. Your ass lifted slightly from the seat, and you could tell you wouldn’t last much longer.
“Mmm… Hector! Please don’t stop. You’re doing so well, baby. You look so fucking good like this—fuck!”
Your orgasm shook you to your core as you pressed your pussy further into Hector’s face, slowly riding it out.
When Hector looked up, you could see your fluids covering his entire face. He looked absolutely fucked out. You slid off the chair and onto the floor with him, pulling him into a tight embrace. He reciprocated, burying his face into your neck and inhaling deeply. After what seems like an eternity, you pull away and begin speaking, all while kissing his cheeks.
“Do you need me to take care of you, my love?”
Hector looked away shyly, embarrassed even. Curious, you looked down at his underwear. It was completely soaked with his cum. He had finished just by pleasing you. Smiling, you laid his head on his shoulder and stroked your hand through his hair.
“You really liked it that much, huh? You loved getting me off so much you couldn’t help but cum in your underwear?”
Hector nodded into your shoulder. “God, yes. Seeing you so blissful filled me with an excitement I can’t even begin to describe. You looked so beautiful, so perfect. I couldn’t help myself.”
Lifting his head up, you smile deviously at him and whisper into his ear.
“Good. Because you get to do it again. How does that sound?”
He groaned loudly--arousal once again filling his entire body--nuzzling the side of his head to yours.
“Yeah? You like that, hmm,” you crooned. “Do you wanna be inside of me, Hector? Do you wanna feel just how much my body needs you? How muchIneed you?”
Again, he whimpered, and you could feel him already rock solid against your leg, slowly grinding his dick against you.
“Please…! I need to feel you around me. I need every part of you to surround me, to feel how much I love you…” he whined as you bit down on his earlobe.
“Then fuck me like you never want to let me go, Hector. Show me how much you love me.” you purred softly.
Hector captures your lips in a rough kiss, and God, how you missed the feeling of his lips on yours. He slowly pushes you until your back is against the floor, clumsily taking off his boxers with one hand along the way. You finally get a good glimpse at his dick. It was a decent length, not too big or small. However, his girth was a whole other story. Even when you were jerking him off earlier, you couldn’t completely wrap your hand around it. Now, it would be inside you. You keened at the anticipation alone.
Once he finally gets his pants off, he settles in between your legs properly, his cock pushing against your entrance. His soft stomach rubs against you, and everything just feels so right. He sets a slow pace, grinding against you, feeling the warmth radiating from you. With every movement, you can feel his cock twitch against you, sending pulses through the deepest part of you.
Hector gazes at you through half-closed eyelids, and you could truly never think of a sight more beautiful than this. You lean up and wrap your arms around his neck, planting a chaste kiss on his lips.
“I love you, Hector. More than you could ever imagine”
That was the breaking point for him. He lined himself up with your entrance and began to push in slowly, his mouth dropping with a loud moan. The stretch felt amazing; nowhere near painful. You threw your head back, a soft cry escaping you as well. Once he bottomed out, he
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