#skylar x reader

It's movie night in the house, as it is every Saturday. It's a fun little tradition that you and items developed after you received the dateviators, giving everyone a chance to socialize with one another.

Everyone took a vote on what genre of movie to watch; surprisingly, horror won this time and what better franchise to binge than famous horror-thriller Final Destination? The cheesy effects, over-the-top deaths, it's the best, obvious choice!

Everyone is crowded in the living room: Dorian stands beside the couch, Tony is pressed against your right side, Mateo sprawled on your left with some of the inanimals, Betty sits between your legs, her hair across your legs, then the rest are scattered on the floor.

The movies were fantastic! You only managed to get through the first two before everyone decided to call it a night. Betty carried you to bed at a slug’s pace, taking each stair with an air of ridiculous caution.

When you wake up the next morning, you go to put on the dateviators, but they beep at you in response: still dead. You curse in annoyance, figuring you simply didn't manage to plug them in fully before passing out.

Skylar watches with bated breath as you set the glasses on your face, releasing it when they don't work. She had Eddie and Volt cut the power to your room last night, so you wouldn't get electrocuted by anything.

Dorian sighs, shaking his head, “You really think keeping them away from us is the best solution?” he asks Skylar, casting her a disapproving look.

Everyone is worried after last night’s movies; seeing how easily any one of them could hurt you with even just a slip of the hand scared them. Even wrapping you in bubblewrap couldn’t quell their anxieties: what if you choked on it or suffocated? Anything could happen to you and they’d be the cause of it.

“It’s the best thing I think of until we all have a talk about what to do,” she retorts, pacing anxiously.

Betty grabs Skylar’s arms, pulling her into a hug, “We’ll figure it out, we’ll keep the human safe.”

You slip out of bed, switching the lights on, only for them not to. You flip the switch a few more times, brow furrowing in confusion. Did Eddie and Volt blow a fuse? They seemed fine last night when they joined in on movie night.

You can swear you feel every pair of eyes on you as you approach the closet door. The door is locked when you try to open it. Your confusion grows: this door is never locked.

“Doriannnnn? I might not be able to see you, but I know you can see and hear me, mister. Unlock, would you?” you request, wiggling the knob. Sure, Dorian warned you about the ‘unkindly’ bunch that came and went to the Breaker Box, but he’s never stopped you from coming and going.

You give the door a hard tug, not expecting him to actually have listened, but he had, so you go stumbling, bumping against Wallace.

Dorian’s eyes widen when you pull as he pushes himself open, watching as you go in the opposite direction. He curses Skylar for cutting the power, had you had the dateviators, he or Wallace could’ve caught you.

Florence gasps, covering her mouth with her hands, while Celia pulls her into a hug. All the upstairs dateables watch you intently, their minds racing with everything that could possibly happen to you.

“Let’s all head downstairs and call a meeting,” Celia suggests, leading Florence downstairs and gesturing for everybody to follow.

“Oops, sorry, Wallace,” you apologize sheepishly, lightly tapping the wall, turning back to the utility closet.

You approach the closet, pulling the breaker box open, flipping the switches carelessly, unsure which one is the root of the problem, “Hope you didn’t blow a fuse, Eds. I’ll come check on you once the dateviators charge up.”

The lights finally flicker on and you let out a victorious cheer, smiling at the metal box that typically takes the form of your lovers. You head downstairs, intent on coffee and the leftover donut you have from your last food order.

Everybody’s eyes are on you as you enter the kitchen; there’s so many things in here that could hurt you, or worse. You could trip and hit yourself on the counter, or Chairemi, or Abel. The cabinets could suddenly collapse and crush you, the broken glass could cut you. A million different scenarios and none end well for you.

“Attention, please,” Celia calls, lightly clapping her hands to draw attention onto her and away from you, “Now, I’m sure we all know why we’re here.”

There’s a chorus of ‘yes’ and questions are immediately asked, worries being voiced, “Please, please, calm down,” Celia requests, clearing her throat. Even the unflappable mayor looks concerned, “I’m well aware that after last night’s movie we are all worried about our human.”

“Worried? I think you’re a little more than worried Miss Mayor,” Doug scoffs, a smirk on his stupid, round face. This meeting is his wet dream, “You should be. All of you should be, I mean, one wrong move from any of you and and Dorkus could,” he drags a thumb across his neck, letting his head loll and sticking his tongue out.

“I think we’ve heard enough from you, mate,” Dorian tells him, stepping in front of the infuriating man, “I suggest you leave.”

“Hey! I’m just saying what you’re all thinking,” Doug raises his hands in mock surrender, “Daisuke, you could stab them--that was in the movie--Celia, Florence, Stella, and Wallace, any of you could collapse on the human. Skylar, you could spark on their face, scarring them horrifically or even blinding them. The possibilities are endless!”

Tydus steps in this time, sword raised at Doug’s meaty neck, “Leave,” she orders.

Doug freezes, only to shrug, taking a few steps back, “Think about what I said,” he sneers, then disappears into whatever land he comes from.

Murmurs break out between the dateables. As infuriating as he is, Doug is right.

The coffee maker finishes gurgling and you happily pour yourself a mugful, more than excited to have your morning coffee from Kopi. You take your first sip, nearly choking on the liquid. It’s cold! It just finished brewing, how could it possibly be cold?

“Kopi, babes, what is going on? Cold coffee? Don’t get me wrong, I love a cold coffee, but not right now,” you scold playfully, waggling your finger at the machine. “I hope I haven’t been overworking you.”

You work with it, transferring the coffee into a tumbler and plunking in a few ice cubes, making yourself a nice cold brew and donut. The house runs on Kopi!

You hum to yourself, setting your towel and change of clothes onto the closed toilet seat before hopping into the shower.

“Hey, Johnny. It’s kinda weird having a quiet shower, guess our duo will have to be solo today,” you muse lightheartedly, reaching a hand out to feel the water, “whoo, still chilly. Must’ve worn Winny out.”

You give it a couple more minutes before stepping into the spray, yelping at the still cold water. Has it gotten colder since before? You slip on the wet shower tiles as you go to step. You balance yourself, chuckling a little.

“Wow, I really should get a non-slip mat or something… Do you think Rebel would be offended if I got those slip-proof rubber ducky stickers?” you ask no one in particular, giggling to yourself at the thought of the enraged duck.

There are several almost heart attacks in the bathroom when you slip. Have you always been this clumsy? How could they have not noticed that?

“We could do that,” Johnny nods, despite knowing you can’t hear him. He’d let you put any dumb anti-slip sticker on him as long as it meant you wouldn’t slip on him.

“Azizam is fine,” Amir announces, reflecting your beautiful reflection while you go through your morning routine. He doesn’t know who he’s trying to convince: everyone else or himself.

“Fine!? They nearly went head first into ya,” Johnny exclaims, brushing his soaked hair out of his eyes.

“But, they didn’t, so calm down,” Tyrell says to Johnny, gently brushing a warm towel over his shoulder.

All of them sigh in relief when you leave unharmed.

You enter your bedroom, a little disappointed that you're unshowered, but not undeterred. You flop onto your bed, checking on the dateviators. You slip them onto your nose, fist pumping when they come to life.

Dorian- being the players first friend he tries to help them (make friends or whatever). the player seeing that he is like strictly business no fun talks to all of the Dorian’s thinking it’s annoying him, but that makes him see how much they care or something and falls in love.

Lux- the player hears that people don’t like Lux because they’re kind of arrogant/rude so they go to Lux and go all like hey please teach me your ways and lux falls in love because Bros full of themself.

Scandalabra- the player sees that people don’t really like scandalabra, so they start spilling the tea on everyone they know so far and then scandalabra fall in love because bro lives for drama/scandals

Hector-they feel too bad insulting him to his face so they just say woof/bark at him, then when that doesn’t work (Hector just is confused) they think “huh being inappropriate unwarranted makes people not like you” so they just start spewing ‘sexy’ nonsense until they get embarrassed and leave. Hector falls deeper in love

Jean loo- the player decides to beat Jean Loo and his own game because ‘what destroys a relationship more than over competitiveness?’ and then Jonh falls in love because the player is a better crapper (note cool rapper)

Airyn-the players is tired of using words to make people hate (or at least TRYING) them so they just kinda silently look at her breathing in air to maybe spite her and then she falls in love because you have to be silent for her to gaf.

Skyler- she doesn’t tell the others what the player is trying to do because she thinks it’s really funny and amusing, and also doesn’t want the dateables to hate the player because then she can’t realize them/become humanAND ALSO the player is worried that if the suspension of disbelief is broken, it breaks the entire glasses/save file/run so they fix the suspension of this belief and then Skyler falls in love.

Reggie-Sitting back with a box of popcorn laughing at the players dismay, (maybe falling in love with their efforts??I don’t know)

Dorian just finished his job as a bouncer in the city’s club. He loves his job which is basically the same as his job in your house, to protect what's inside.

Keeping something safe is what brought him comfort, though it is also why he has built a thick wall around his heart, yet somehow, a certain human broke it down and took his heart. His journey with you was slow, but with each door you talked to, each layer of thick walls that he built up, you tore it with a gentleness he can't describe, as if he were fragile.

you love him in every form, every circumstance, without requisite or deadline. Because you have a lot of love to offer.

it wasn’t just him, he knew you have others you kept close to your heart and he didn’t mind it. when he departed, he had hoped for you to live a fulfilling and happy life, he had hoped for life to love you such as how you love them.

House on Hold Skylar @/everyone Has anyone heard from our human in these past days??

the notification popped up, accompanying it is a muted Ting!

but how is it, how is it that he had taken you for granted. He looks at the group chat, and the dotted dots from people trying to reply. to think he had somehow forgotten about you is something even he can’t believe but he did, he did.

he tries to type up a reply, jogging his memories of when the last time he saw you, he cursed his human mind that can’t store memories as good as his previous form. A memory finally came up, the new years party.

He had stayed behind to help you tidy up the mess that was caused by the others. He remembers your dangerously warm body when he held you closely, you brushed it off as a simple cold, before allowing him to go home.

House on Hold Dorian replied No

It felt like a gut punch.

House on Hold

Skylar @/everyone Has anyone heard from our human in these past days??

Dorian. No

Mateoo No :(

Dolly oh no i have gotten so busy i forgot to check up on them

Hank #1 me and the others also haven’t heard from them

Farya unfortunately i also haven’t heard from them

Mac last time i saw them is the new years party ..do you think something happened?

Hector ???

Dunk no way right??

Skylar replied to Mac Mac.

Mac I’m just saying, you’re not the only one who’s worried about them

99+ typing…

Celia now everyone, please calm down surely there was a less worrying reason for their lack of communication

Eddie so we all messed up we forgot about them

Celia exactly so how about we arrange a meet up so that we can check on them

Mateo I agree, its the least we can do

Skylar okay!! thats settles it, you ALL better show up.

—

that brings a little bit of needed comfort for Skylar, she sighed, turning off her phone and hold it closely to her chest, almost hugging it.

she looked to the ceiling of her apartment, and let out a silent prayer.

“Please let it be a simple misunderstanding, i beg you,” Skylar prayed, seemingly to no one. Mac’s comment bothered her, what if something really does happen to you? How will she face you? how will she face herself ?

let this little lie be the shield that protects her heart would you?

—

By the time Skylar got to the front yard of the house that was once held hers and other’s memories it had already been crowded. All the familiar faces she had known since forever are there, it felt like a reunion, if not for the looming anxiety that washed over everyone.

She greeted a few old friends, Her eyes then followed to the front porch, she can see Dorian fumbling with the keys to the house, she recalled the memories of you giving a spare key to Dorian at the new year party.

“Come on! you’re a door can’t you go faster??” Reggie protested, Dorian shot him a glare and rolled his eyes.

Skylar tilted her head, she turned to Dorian, “They aren’t home?”

Dorian shook his head, “No, I have to use the key they gave me,”

“We have tried to call them, it all goes straight to voicemail,” Celia joined in her face contorted to worry. “one of the Hanks decided to ask the neighbours, they say it has long been vacated by the owner,” she shakes her head.

“But, why would they leave the house?,” Skylar asked, her heart twisted to guilt.

“We’re about to find out,” Dorian said simply.

Dorian found the key and inserted it into the key hole, his hand reached for the door knob, and promptly opened it.

the door hit the inner walls with a gentle thud. It was silent, eerily so. Dorian was the first to enter, his eyes scanning the house.

all left untouched, dust collected from years of abandonment, the house stays the same, unchanged, it was as if time stood still inside it, no matter how much the world changed. there is a difference though, it was missing your touch of warmth, the photos or paintings that once decorated the house with the help of Memoria and Artt is missing, it seems like you took it with you when you left, even little trinkets that once carried the soul of the dateables are missing, such as Chance’s D20, mateo’s blanket that once draped over Koa, Barry’s make up, Timothy’s clocks, one of Parker’s games, and other appliances you need when you moved out.

Celia instructed a few dateables to search different parts of the house, preferably that they were most familiar with, the office, the living room, the bedroom, the kitchen, the laundry, the bathroom, the gym, even the attic, for anything anything that gives them clue of what happened to you.

A few other dateables are trying to reach you, calling your numbers, searching the internet for any trace of you. but it all ends the same, by the time their communication dissipates 4 months ago, any sign of your existence is close to nothing. It's as if the world opened up and swallowed you whole, as if you never existed.

Among the dateables, Maggie was the one who searched the hardest, it is her job as detective after all, every nook and cranny she scanned, she moved upstairs, unfortunately not finding anything in the first floor.

When Maggie reached the bedroom upstairs Betty and the others had started searching the room, while others searched the cupboards, under the bed, and the closet, Maggie immediately spotted the unusual red sweater that you always use on the bed, the others probably ignored it because it looked like regular clothes you left behind but almost all the clothes have long been taken.

Maggie followed her instinct, grabbing the sweater and opened its neat fold. A letter sits in the middle of it, she was right.

“Guys… i found something,” Maggie announces.

—

The living room is crowded, dateables sitting on the floor, few are standing behind Celia who’s holding the unopened letter. the thick tension of suspense dawned upon them like a layer of blanket.

Celia opened the letter slowly, her hand slightly shaking almost as if she’s…hesitating. She weighed her options. Whatever lies in the letter that you wrote may change everything. Maybe not reading it was the better option, but they need to know, they have the right to know what happened to you.

4 months of silence, 4 months of no returning reply, 4 months of disappearing from their world, leaving only a single letter to greet them home instead of a hug or a smile.

so she opened it, letting the dark brown thread that held it together fall to the ground. it felt heavy, heavier than anything she ever held, maybe it's not the weight of the letter itself, its the weight of the truth that lies beneath it.

The first thing she and the others saw is not the letter itself, it's a paper, not just any paper, it's the deed to this house, a deed is left to their name, just barely legal and passing the scrutiny of the nation. Celia puts it aside and she reaches the long awaited letter.

Dearest hearts,

it starts.

since yall have been so patient and the support is lowkey insane, here is a special sneak peak, just for you <3

While she isn't able to make alcoholic drinks, she's always down to make a delicious mocktail. Quietly whispering to you which ingredients to use so it turns out perfect for them.

Seeing your younger sibling compliment how pretty her bar is (the different glass containers sparkle in the light), or how yummy the mocktail she helped you make always brightens her day.

Holds nothing but respect for you, taking care of a kid is hard if she's read anything about it. It's admirable to her how much effort you put into making sure your sibling is happy, even if it means hard work for you.

If she could actually meet your siblings, she would absolutely show them how to do cool tricks with shakers and have them try all the mocktails she knows how to make

The two seem pretty neutral on your younger sibling at first, but as time progresses it's easy to tell they love them.

When you apologize to Florence for your sibling running and stomping on her so much she just brushes it aside, saying it's fine and if anything it feels like a little massage.

Celia is a little hard to read, but through slip ups during conversations you get the hint that she thinks your sibling is a little darling.

Both of them think they're adorable, and ask you about their life outside of the house/before they came to live with you. Always they ask about how their day at school was, or how your day out with them were, asking if there's anything they could do to help you.

They love seeing you spend time with your younger sibling, even if it's just cuddling up on the couch and watching TV. That sibling bond isn't something they've ever had, and it's so adorable to them.

If they were ever able to meet your sibling, Florence would be all over them, picking them up and carrying them around sometimes. Celia would be a little less hands on, but would absolutely hold the kids hand if they asked nicely.

Neither of them would mind if the kid were to barge into the office, much like they don't mind when you do.

Dasha absolutely adores the little bugger! She thinks they are so cute, and tells you as much when she sees you!

Watches as they sit with you as you work and praises them for being so well behaved, even though they can't hear her.

When she finds out you'll be the only one watching over them, she worries for your health a little. You already take care of all the objects, are you sure a human child would be okay? But her fears are quickly put to rest after seeing how well you treat them. And how happy they make you.

She doesn't have any siblings, so she can't relate, but every time it's just your sibling in the office she can't help but worry and watch over them to make sure nothing happens. When you come back you can see her hovering just behind the kid and panicking as they play with scissors.

If she ever met your sibling, it would be a giggle fest. Her picking them up and probably never letting them go, swinging them around gently and pretending to lift them light a weight. Their happy giggles make her smile brightly.

It's no surprise to anyone that Dunk absolutely loves your younger sibling! When he found out they'd be coming to live with you he was already ecstatic for a new buddy to be around the house, even if he can't talk to them.

But the enthusiasm they showed over all the sports equipment you had? Over him? Oh he was practically jumping up and down.

He's absolutely convincing you to go out to the backyard and play ball with them, any ball! Just go and have fun with them! Let him join in on all that loving family memories.

When he watches at you and your sibling play catch, he can't help but think back to his childhood, and the way how he never got to smile like that with any of his family. It makes him really happy.

If he were to ever meet your sibling, he would spend the entire time playing games with them. Any game they want! Ball? Catch? Tag? He's down! Even silly ones like pretending to be superheroes he'd be happy to participate in, just to see them smile brightly- and in turn you smile as well.

Skylar is a little sceptical about the whole thing. I mean, what if they accidentally break an object or hurt themselves on an object? What if they get their hands on her?!

Turns out she's got nothing to worry about, as it's quick for everyone to learn how well behaved a kid they are. And suddenly all you hear from her is how cute your sibling is!

She's one of the few objects that sees your sibling the most, seeing as you almost always have her with you- on or off doesn't matter- which means she gets to see a lot of your interactions.

The bravery she sees you have with them is something that assured her you're a good person, watching you make little sacrifices a lot of people wouldn't even notice for their sake. When she tries bringing it up to you, you simply turn down her efforts and tell her you'd do it a million times over for them.

If she ever does meet your sibling, she's definitely doing something chill with them. Really she isn't good with kids, and probably won't ever be, but some good old chillaxin is something she can do! Sitting on the couch and watching TV or even just watching them and you play games would be something she would be happy to do.

It's a well known fact that he's had bad experiences with kids, watching his friends be ruined due to them (as well as neglect), but he trusts you to not let him suffer the same fate.

And it's trust well placed. While the kid is a bit messy, you're always on top to explain to them how to prevent said messes and how to clean everything up after- including how to properly wash any towels used for clean up.

He's never been put through the wash so many times in a month before, not that he minds the extra time in the laundry room. And it makes him feel a little fulfilled, being able to help you out so much.

When the kid first encounters his little buddy, he's a bit worried they'll accidentally mess him up, but that isn't the case at all. They handle little buddy with care, running to show you the cute towel in the shape of an animal. He's starting to like this kid.

---

Here was the thing: there was one thing that had terrified you more than anything when starting this whole ‘date your objects’ thing. It was when Skylar had told you that, in fact, everyone could see you even before you got the dateviators.

It was mortifying and you felt like being anywhere other than there at that moment. Like the floor could swallow you whole and you could just be safe from the embarrassment and shame you felt at that moment. Your cheeks were burning so much that it felt like you were sick.

However, after slowly gaining more and more lovers throughout the house; you realized that you could use this to your advantage. Today was the day you were going to test it out, you had found a few people that you had ideas for… Well that wasn’t entirely true, you had ideas for a lot of people, but these were like three people that were easiest to tease and two that just deserved it even if teasing them would be super hard to do. 

Now you were awake and ready to put the plan into motion. It was a perfect morning and so you began.

—

Skylar was excited as always this morning. Another day another day of going around the house, dating objects and watching you just fumble or nail interactions. It was her favorite part to just watch you do your thing.

She loved just how much love you had in your heart. 

The dateviators laid on your bedside table, carefully waiting for you to come back from your downstairs adventure to get breakfast and come back upstairs to put them on and get some dating done today.

Skylar watched you walk back into the room with a rather enticing smirk on your face. She smiled, excited as you carefully wrapped your fingers around the frames of the dateviators and brought the glasses closer to your chest. 

But instead of putting them on you opened the legs of the glasses and grabbed something from your bedside table. It was a glasses case and you rather skillfully opened it with one hand and grabbed the soft cleaning cloth from it. That’s when you closed it and put it away again.

She watched you with confusion in her eyes, her lenses were perfectly clean. Not to mention you hadn’t even checked if they were dirty in the light or by putting them on. She watched you grab cleaning spray as well and could only narrow her eyes.

The thing was that you hadn’t once cleaned the glasses before, not to mention that Skylar kept herself perfectly clean. She liked the way you were thinking about her, but confused about your actions all at the same time. 

That’s when you softly sprayed the lenses of the dateviators and Skylar couldn’t help, but gasp. It was a soft cold feeling, as if her thighs had small soft droplets of water on her thighs, slowly running down. 

It was a surprising feeling, but the moment you put the soft cloth to the lenses and started softly rubbing the liquid off of the lenses, she felt herself crumble. It was as if your fingers softly grazed over her skin, rubbing her thighs. 

The cloth made it feel like it wasn’t even directly on her skin, which made it feel even more infuriating. She felt herself get hot, starting to buck her hips up against absolutely nothing. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she felt herself getting more and more needy.

The worst part was that you were barely even doing anything. Maybe that was the one thing that got to her the most, she needed you to do more and yet you steadily kept rubbing the cloth on the lenses, taking your time with each lens. And that stupid fucking smirk on your face… She knew you were doing this on purpose.

A whine came out of Skylar as you sprayed the second lens and started rubbing the cloth on it. “Please, just put them on.” She whimpered to the one person that couldn’t hear her. She needed you to put your dateviators on soon. She felt her legs buckle and she felt almost humiliated that such a soft loving touch could make her crumple this hard. Right now she didn’t think about it too much as she let herself fall to the floor.

You couldn’t feel the way she was gripping onto your pant legs, looking up at you with needy eyes. She knew you couldn’t see her, but she needed more of your touch, something, anything. 

Instead the moment you were done, you softly put the dateviators away, right back on the bedside table you had with that same smirk you had been wearing this entire time. That’s when Skylar knew you had planned this. This is why you were wearing that smirk and she couldn’t help, but let out a cry of desperation. 

After you had softly put her down, you left your room, going downstairs to your next target. Leaving Skylar kneeling on the ground, wishing you would come back and finish the job.

—

Connie blinked as she felt her console being turned on. The moment she looked over at the couch she saw you sitting on it, controller in hand and ready to play.

A wide grin came across her features as she bounced a bit in excitement. Sure you didn’t have the dateviators on so she wouldn’t be able to talk to you, but that was alright. You were still playing and so she was more than excited!

That’s when she faltered for a moment. You clicked on some buttons and instead of going into your inventory to check what you have for the boss battle, you went to your settings. You had already previously put them to your preferred settings so why were you changing them now?

She tilted her head to the side with a frown, unable to understand what you were doing. She leaned forwards even more confused when she saw you putting up the sensitivity of your controller, both in general and the vibration that would come through it.

That would be hard to play with, were you doing a challenge of some sorts? The spark of hope that came on Connie’s face was almost precious, if only you could see it. 

It was rather easily crushed when you played into the epilogue of the character, which was basically more in the format of a visual novel. It was a long story with visuals and immersive vibrations where you simply just had to click through it. There were no shooters, none of the gameplay that would have you sitting there with your adrenaline pumping.

Safe to say Connie was confused. That was until the first vibration ran through the controller. She could feel her entire body shake, a jolt of pleasure going up her spine as it felt like electricity went through all of the important nerves to make her gasp and whine. 

Now she was starting to see what you had in mind. It was made even worse when you stood up and slowly took off your pants, letting them pool at your ankles and sat right back down on the couch. Connie couldn’t ask what you were doing, couldn’t question your methods of playing a game.

It’s not like even with the dateviators she had much of a chance. You pressed one of the handles of the controller right to your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. 

A strangled moan came out of Connie as she felt your heat press against her sides. That’s when another full body shiver came through her as the controller vibrated against your clit. Connie could only put her arms around her as she felt her nerves prickling.

Whines and moans came out of her, mirroring your own pleasured gasps and moans as you bucked your hips against the controller. She was panting, she couldn’t help it. Connie was a lot, a villain, a soldier, a hero, but never was she used to being in this position. 

She felt herself start to drip through her bodysuit, her own cum slowly trailing down her thighs as another vibration shot through her. She felt herself start to drool, her eyes only on you as you pressed the controller tighter against you. 

Connie didn’t think she could say anything. Not that you would hear anyways. She tried to grip the floor as tears of overstimulation came into her eyes. Please, please no more, I don’t think I can take another-

Her own thoughts were cut off as she felt another vibration go through her. Another strangled moan came out of herself as she came again. It was too much, the sensitivity was too high for any of this. That’s when she looked up and saw that you had finished the epilogue.

Connie’s gaze quickly snapped to you on the couch once more. She saw the damp spot in your panties as you grabbed a soft cleaning wipes and wiped off the controller. It didn’t help Connie’s skin as she felt like any touch was fire on her skin. She shivered as she felt herself being cleaned off.

The settings were set back to your normal preference and afterwards you walked over with the controller, putting it away.

The last thing Connie still remembers was your amused chuckle, a kiss on her body, before you shut off the console. Leaving Connie in the dark recovering. Oh she’s so going to get you back after that one. When she can finally remember how to move her body. 

—

Harper sat in her corner, alone for the day. Just doing what she usually did; sit there and look pretty. She was waiting as usual for you to bring your dirty clothes to her and then eventually to give them up to go to Washford and Drysdale again.

Not to toot her own horn, but she feels she’s been getting a lot better with interacting with Dirk on a friendly basis and letting him go as well. Not perfect yet, but then again it was hard to do for Harper. 

Last time you were with her, you had told her that you were proud of her. So she clung onto that to do even better. She didn’t have a praise kink, shut up. 

Today you walked in with only a few pieces of laundry in your hands. Judging by the last time you came in, she would have assumed that you would have a few more pieces, but she isn’t one to judge very hard. 

The moment you put the pieces of clothing in the hamper and left she couldn’t help, but be curious about what you left inside of her. 

Harper grabbed the pieces of clothing and stopped dead in her tracks. It was a skimpy set of lingerie that had to be a size too small for you. The thought of you inside of it immediately flashed through Harper’s brain. 

Her hands clamped around the fabric as the reminder of how they were barely your size made her thoughts change into all of it sitting much tighter against you. The fabric clamped harder making some of your curves spill out of the tight lingerie.  

The simple thought got her already embarrassingly wet. Harper bit her lip as she shook off the thought of it. She couldn’t let her thoughts stray, she didn’t need to be needy from a simple thought of you. That felt humiliating all in itself and yet the humiliation burned deliciously in her veins. She would never admit she liked humiliation, ever. 

It was easier said than done though. Her thoughts kept swirling around, no matter how much she tried to push them away. She kept biting her lip, so hard at some point that she swore she could taste blood in her mouth. 

Her core felt like it was on fire as she tried to just keep her hands off the panties and inside of her hamper. She would keep them safe, safe from panty sniffing assholes like Dirk. That thought made her entire thought process stop in its tracks. A blush came on her cheeks as she pressed her thighs together.

No, she had to resist. She wasn’t going to be like him, it doesn’t matter that she wasn’t even sure if he did it okay?! Yet she could feel herself start to whimper and buck her hips into nothing to get any kind of friction as her thoughts slowly took her over.

Harper shook her head, she needed something, anything. She might otherwise go insane, she grabbed the panties out of her hamper and gripped the fabric tightly. Slowly her own fingers slipped into her skirt and into her own panties.

A relieved sigh came out of her as her fingers came into contact with her clit. Slowly she started to rub herself and couldn’t help, but put the fabric of the panties up to her nose. She practically inhaled your scent and with it was immediately thrown into a fantasy.

Slowly her daydream took form in front of her eyes. She was kneeling in front of you, waiting like a good girl until you have the good to go to start eating you out. She was waiting so well, but she just couldn’t stop herself from starting to touch herself.

You would scold her for doing so, maybe starting to move your hands to punish her. Before she could sink any further into her fantasy you walked into the laundry room. Harper’s eyes widened and with neck breaking speed threw the panties back where they were supposed to be and took her fingers out of her panties and skirt, putting both of her hands behind her back with a huge blush across her face.

Yet you still weren’t wearing the dateviators and she just embarrassed herself for nothing. Harper grumbled to herself, deciding to take a deep breath instead of flying off the handle like she usually did. Maybe she was embarrassed and felt humiliated, maybe she was disappointed you hadn’t walked into the room and caught her in a state like that. Who could tell?

The thing was that you once again walked towards her. Harper frowned and tilted her head to the side, confused. You had already dumped your clothing on her, why were you coming towards her again?

“Oh fucking shit it’s in Harper isn’t it?” She heard you mumble to yourself as you walked towards the woven hamper and took the lid off. “Sorry Harper, I lost my stud earring and I think it dropped somewhere inside of you.” You murmured towards the woven basket, still apologizing even without the dateviators on your face. 

Harper yelped as she felt your body entering her woven basket form, feeling around the dirty clothes to find the stud earring you were talking about. The problem with this was that it felt like you were practically pressing up to her body, letting your hands glide over her entire body.

Right after her interruption her nerves felt like they were on fire. Her arms wrapped around your neck without you able to feel what she was doing, but she just held on as you roamed around the basket. Gasps came out of her throat as she squeezed her eyes shut, hoping this either would be over soon so she could take care of herself, or have you quickly put the dateviators on so she could ride your face sooner rather than later.

Little did she know that was not on the schedule today. You didn't want to lose your earring, but now you were digging in the woven basket looking for the tiny shiny thing, you realized that it was probably a good thing that happened.

And little did you know that it was working just as you had intended. Harper bucked up, trying to grind against you, but it had no real feeling as her physical object forms stood where it was. She couldn’t properly interact with you like this and it was fucking killing her. 

Finally you found your earring and broke away from her, but it just left Harper with a whine as she crumpled to the floor. You walked away from her, but just before you left you turned back around with a smirk. “Thanks Harper.” You said with a wink.

Harper screeched. “Oh just you wait till you come back here with those stupid glasses on!” 

Something that didn’t even reach your ears. 

—

Finally it was time for the last two: Betty and Ben-Hwa. The two that were practically impossible to tease. They were used to a lot after all, it’s why you decided to throw both of them in the same corner. Because why not make your own life even better by teasing two rather impressive sexual powerhouses at the same time? Note the sarcasm.

You licked your lips, slightly nervous as you went back to your room. You knew this was going to definitely seal your fate the next time you put those dateviators on, but you know what? It was somewhat exciting, even though you could already feel how sore your muscles would be afterwards. It would be worth it. It’s what you told yourself. It’ll be worth it. 

—

Betty watched you come back into the bedroom. She had watched your little stunt earlier with Skylar and was more than just a bit amused. She was proud even, so proud that you managed to make someone so needy for you. 

Although she was slightly surprised too. You didn’t often come into the bedroom this early when you didn’t have the dateviators on, but a glint in your eyes told her there was more to this visit of yours. 

That’s when she saw you walk towards the bed and softly sit on the edge of it. One of her eyebrows shot up, you weren't going to… No there was no way, was there? Betty watched you with observant eyes as you leaned forwards and took something out of your bedside table.

A smile came on her face as she knew she would most likely get to see Ben-Hwa again. And sure enough you grabbed a dildo out of the bedside table. After your ‘gag gift’ situation Ben-Hwa had made sure to get you more comfortable with sex toys, so you had a few extra all thanks to them.

You crawled fully onto the bed with the dildo. In a blink of an eye Ben-Hwa was sitting next to Betty with a sultry grin on their face. “Mhh~ We’re getting a show from our lover today?” They asked the bed who looked skeptical towards said lover.

“I’m not quite sure.” Betty answered with playfully narrowed eyes. Ben-Hwa turned to her confusion clearly on their face. “What are you talking about?” They asked, curious as to what Betty had witnessed. 

Betty looked as you started taking off your clothes slowly, teasingly and she couldn’t help, but smirk. “Well you see this morning they had grabbed Skylar and made her a particularly whiny mess, before putting her back on the bedside Abel.” She said, not taking her eyes off of your tantalizing form. 

She missed Ben-Hwa’s eyebrows shooting up at their eyebrows. “Wait, you think…?” They trailed off to which Betty finally broke her gaze towards you and nodded, letting her gaze land on them. “I think they’re going to try and tease us.”

Ben-Hwa couldn’t help, but smirk. “Oh, this will be interesting.” They said, matching the smirk that had made its way on Betty’s lips. Maybe even more so than her as a glint of intensity twinkled in their eyes. 

They both watched as you laid down on the bed. Sure that you wouldn’t be able to do anything to tease them. The thing was you knew it was practically impossible to properly tease them. So you had thought of the one thing that might be seen as light teasing; frustrate them. 

You put the dildo in between your thighs, yet not all the way up to your pussy. Then you laid on your side and breathed in deeply hoping that this would work as you didn’t want to stand there and be embarrassed by the thing you were doing.

Softly you bucked your hips forwards, feeling the dildo between your thighs, so close yet so far away. Ben-Hwa looked at you with a frown. “What are they doing? That’s it? That’s the teasing?” They asked, looking back over at Betty to check if what they were seeing was correct.

Betty just hummed, looking at your writhing form, unsure of what you were exactly doing. That’s when she tensed up, hearing a small pleading whine spill from your lips. “Betty.” It was so quiet and yet so clear to her ears.

She felt herself gulp as her eyes glued on you. Besides her, Ben-Hwa looked between  you and Betty. “Ohhhh.” They didn’t say anything more. It was clear they started to understand what you were doing.

You kept doing the same thing, over and over. The soft skin on your thighs started to grate on Ben-Hwa’s skin as they had to bite on the chains between their handcuffs to ground them.

Meanwhile your soft pleads for Betty, the way you moaned and whined for her, it practically killed Betty not to be able to be there for you. You had played both of them perfectly, not easy to tease unless you knew exactly what to press on.

Ben-Hwa had never been the patient one and Betty had always yearned to have you close. Now you were once again just within reach and yet so far away, for both of them. And you didn’t stop just after a few minutes, oh no, that wouldn’t get to them.

You continued this exact same motion for what felt like hours, it was delicious torture for the both of them. “Oh my god just put it in.” Ben-Hwa whined out, even unable to touch themself or Betty. They didn’t know why, they just felt it was wrong, they wanted your touch and they had never realized how bad craving someone specific could be until now. Maybe they were starting to understand what Betty was talking about that one time you walked in on them and Betty talking, before you were the lover of either of them. 

Meanwhile Betty couldn’t tear her eyes away from you, she could barely move as she was hypnotized by your movements. “They’re playing a very dangerous game.” Betty said, when she finally managed to snap out of it. 

“I say we team up on them the next time they put those damn glasses on.” Ben-Hwa said towards the bed, clearly frustrated and practically vibrating with the need to touch you, to bend you over and just rail into you until you didn’t know your own name anymore. 

“I agree, but I say we let the others take revenge for. I don’t know how many people were victims to them today…” Betty trailed off, before looking at Ben-Hwa with that dangerous glint they loved so much about her. “But after they’re done and they’re already overstimulated, that’s when we get them.” 

Ben-Hwa smirked as they put their arms around Betty’s neck. “Have I ever told you how much I love this side of you?” They asked and Betty simply chuckled. “You’ve told me a few times, but I appreciate it every time you do, darling.” 

It was as if you knew to what point you pushed them, as you removed the dildo from your now wet thighs and cleaned it, before putting it back where you stored it. As you walked away to take a long bath upstairs the two objects you just teased watched you leave. 

“Oh that little-”

“Don’t worry. We’ll get them back.”

And you had not a clue just how hard you made this for yourself. But you’d survive all of that right? Right?