( A/N This is written with AFAB Reader in mind but should be pretty accessible for everyone💜 Ft: Betty, Mac, Ben-Hwa, Telly, Johnny, Amir (veeery briefly) and River )
Part 2 Part 3
No thoughts head empty, just random ideas about the player ‘getting off’ pre-dateviators… you conducting your business as usual– fully unaware that the objects are sentient– and comfortable in the supposed privacy of your own home… right?
Right off the bat Betty is the most obvious one. Late nights spent humping the corner of the mattress, tangled among the sheets, clinging to the headboard. Breathy moans muffled by your pillow. And all through it without your knowledge Betty is there, coaxing you through it. Speaking so sweetly as she does her best to help, wrapped around you so lovingly as you grind against what would have been her thigh. “That’s right, my love. Just like that. You’re doing so well.”She nudges a pillow gently towards you, a silent suggestion you nonetheless take her up on. “Here, use this. Feels nice, don’t it?”
Taking such good care of you, gently directing her mattress springs to move in rhythm with your movements– the soft curves of her hips jogging you gently when your body starts to falter and frame creaking appreciatively when you fall apart in her arms. “There we go sweetheart… all out yet? Or shall we go another round~”
Mac is no stranger to your internet habits. When you go out of your way to look at more questionable websites they’re right there with you, and they admit the sensation of your dominant hand lazily scrolling the mouse while your other hand is occupied is a level of ‘interfacing’ that excites them greatly. Their fans hum to life as they zone in on whatever perverse content has you so fixated, their internal systems heating up enough to make you momentarily check task manager out of concern. It’s a mutual fascination, even if you don’t know it.
Your eyes scan their monitor hazily, clicking questionable links and putting their adblocker to work double time. Images right at home on a sordid magazine cover. Steamy audios humming through the wire of your headphones. Graphic scenes that would make Errol short circuit hard enough to cause a power outage. And the whole time, the persistent stimulation of your hand warm and clammy against them. They groan, LED lights flickering when you open a bunch of new tabs at once. Looks like you’ll both be at it for a while.
It’d be remiss not to mention Ben-Hwa, of course. After all, they’ve a major hand to play in your sex life. And they haven’t stopped at a hand. They encourage you to take just that little bit more, go a little deeper. An inch or so more won’t hurt. Caressing your sensitive skin and making an attempt at wiping the sweat from your forehead as you shudder and moan. They’ve been your partner on so many lonely nights, they know just how you like it.
Occasionally when you’re feeling a little more adventurous they partner up with others– a late night with Telly featuring a reel of saucy films that involved them happily situated between your thighs and Telly dropping the choicest quips into your ear from behind, the static making the hair on your neck stand on end. One particular evening left you panting on the tiled bathroom floor, Johnny humming appreciatively from the corner against the wall where he watched, trying his damnedest to keep the dampness straining his white acrylic trousers under control. He flushed twice as hard when you and Ben-Hwa unconsciously matched the rhythm of a persistent drip from his shower head, Amir taking special notice of how deliciously perfect you looked debasing yourselves like that.
Speaking of the shower, on the rare occasion where you were too tired to stand and the scalding water pressure against your skin was too enjoyable to worry about wasting it, River didn’t mind lending a helping hand to massage some life back into your bones. Steam curling around what you thought was the one of you (courtesy of Airyn’s intrigue) as she took a familiar place between your legs, parted so willingly for her. She was on the clock, after all, and this was simply an extension of what she considered her job– although admittedly a part she enjoyed more than she cared to admit. But that didn’t matter. This was River in her element, helping people she knew how to do. And the noises of appreciation you let out weren’t missed by her attentive ears. “Back again? Alright honey, let me see what I can do for you.”
It was all too easy to lose track of time in there, with River’s head between your legs and her tongue set to work with only your comfort in mind. Your water bill steadily piled up as she watched your face carefully for hints on what you liked most. Every now and then your hips would jerk with need and she would refocus her efforts, melting you down into a twitching puddle on the floor. She silently thanked Winnifred for teaching her more than enough to watch your pretty face ease of tension as you came undone. “Something tells me you really needed that.”
When she had finished you radiated a healthy glow that left her feeling satisfied with a job well done.
Mac hadn’t exactly been behaving like themself lately. Ever since you two had begun interfacing on a more personal level they hadn’t been able to get rid of the feeling that something was wrong. Maybe it was the way their fans kicked into gear when you were around, or their coolant running hot in their veins, or their CPU usage suddenly spiking. Maybe it was that weird email they’d received after you’d forgotten to update their adblocker for a while. Whatever it was, it made them feel… strange. They were already entranced by your fingerpads against their keyboard, your palm warm against their mouse, but now they were hypersensitive to just about every little thing you did.
They wanted to know every last little detail about your time with them, laboriously logging every moment into their memory to break it down and analyse it. They basked in your concern when you worried over them, checking task manager in an effort to kill whatever process was running rampant through their system, unaware that you were the cause of it. They almost shivered under your gaze as you ran checks on their files and folders, burning up beneath your worried eyes. They reflexively took a screenshot just to have something to remember the moment by, filing it away in their album of little keepsakes.
It was an accident, when they closed your open fanfiction tabs. They needed more breathing room and it’s not like you had touched them in ages. You had been meaning to get to them eventually, but they soothed your mild annoyance with promises to reenact the scenes you had been so invested in. It was slightly more intentional when all your bookmarks vanished without a trace, but they had just been trying to clear your search history! It had nothing to do with the nagging jealousy they felt when you spent way too long obsessing over some fictional character when they were right there. Your account getting deactivated was completely their fault though. They tired of your endless time spent scrolling through walls of poorly written text, they were just doing what was best for you! And what was best for you was shutting up and letting them kiss you. Don’t mind the notifications pouring in from friends and coworkers you hadn’t responded to in weeks, they were quick to delete the messages until it was just the two of you.
