content: spanking (with both objects and hands mentioned !) , mild fingering , manhandling , a little cnc , condescension in speech
Every time the hand came down, you visibly trembled because of how the slaps stung. Your bottom was painted with red handprints, decorated by some areas being more saturated than the others.
“Does that hurt too much, darling? Maybe you should have just listened to me then, right?”
The voice was condescending, and that made your pussy clench. Every time it did, you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. That only added to your humiliation.
- caitlyn, cassandra, mel, dina
It couldn’t get any worse from this. Every time her hand came down to smack your ass, your cheeks jiggled softly and they took advantage of your slightly spread out legs to push two of her fingers knuckles-deep in your tight cunt.
You gasped and whined, trying to break free from the brutal fingering they gave you, alternating it with the spanking, but they were much stronger than you—easily holding you in place.
“Hold still… or you’ll be here a while, sweetheart.”
- sevika, ambessa, abby
She rarely used her hand to spank you.
She liked using anything else that wasn’t her hand because you were so dear to her that the idea of hitting your ass with her hand made her a little uncomfortable so here you were propped over her lap, belt/hairbrush/paddle hitting your ass.
Every spanking made your body jerk with shock, a tiny sound of pain leaving you. You knew your sounds only egged your partner on more. “Fuck, you look so good bent over, my pretty girl.”
content: spanking (with both objects and hands mentioned !) , mild fingering , manhandling , a little cnc , condescension in speech
Every time the hand came down, you visibly trembled because of how the slaps stung. Your bottom was painted with red handprints, decorated by some areas being more saturated than the others.
“Does that hurt too much, darling? Maybe you should have just listened to me then, right?”
The voice was condescending, and that made your pussy clench. Every time it did, you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. That only added to your humiliation.
- caitlyn, cassandra, mel, dina
It couldn’t get any worse from this. Every time her hand came down to smack your ass, your cheeks jiggled softly and they took advantage of your slightly spread out legs to push two of her fingers knuckles-deep in your tight cunt.
You gasped and whined, trying to break free from the brutal fingering they gave you, alternating it with the spanking, but they were much stronger than you—easily holding you in place.
“Hold still… or you’ll be here a while, sweetheart.”
- sevika, ambessa, abby
She rarely used her hand to spank you.
She liked using anything else that wasn’t her hand because you were so dear to her that the idea of hitting your ass with her hand made her a little uncomfortable so here you were propped over her lap, belt/hairbrush/paddle hitting your ass.
Every spanking made your body jerk with shock, a tiny sound of pain leaving you. You knew your sounds only egged your partner on more. “Fuck, you look so good bent over, my pretty girl.”
HII.. okay can i ask for some more wife!abby pleaseee. wife!abby who doesnt even wait for you to get in the house when youre back from work aka sloppy wet CAR SEX !!! ><
ꫂ᭪݁ BEYOND THE RING
wife!abby who misses you a little too much ˖❤︎ ︎ིྀ
— ˳✧༚ masterlist
— ˳✧༚ content warnings -> dom!abby mostly, sub!reader, established relationship, car sex obvi, public/voyeurism allusion?, fingering (r!receiving), use of pet names (a! and r!receiving), tribbing, porn no plot, mentioned but not written cunnilingus (r!receiving), fondling/nipple play (a!receiving), thigh riding, probably more i missed @_@
— ˳✧༚ word count -> 1.5k
— ˳✧༚ kitty writes! hai omg it's been so long since i posted on here, college was so busy. . .but i’m back! :> ANYWAY my favorite nonnie hehe i hope you enjoy!
minors, do not interact <- 𓈒𓏸.°•
wife!abby who’s made a ritual of waiting in the doorway for you when you get home from work, no matter how late it is. after long days at the office, especially following your latest promotion, coming home to your wife was the most solacing reward of all, one you looked forward to each day.
especially when her idea of comfort was fucking your stress away.
as much as you loved the days where abby would stand on your porch in all her blue-eyed beauty, ready to sweep you off your feet the minute you ascended the wooden stairs, you were hungry for the ones where she couldn’t wait to get her hands on you. to show you, remind you, exactly who you belonged to.
she’d done it countless times before. pulled you in by the ass instead of the hips and kissed you senseless against the door, then fucked you endlessly on the couch. but tonight was different. your opposite schedules and new position at work meant abby had been seeing less of you these past few days. don’t get her wrong, she couldn’t be more proud of you for your hard work, but fuck if she didn’t miss her wife.
you’re hardly out of the car before abby comes rushing towards you, enveloping you in a strong embrace. you let out a small gasp, dropping your purse back onto the carseat. “abby, honey, what—“
“baby,” abby rasped in response. her large hands snake down to your ass and she pulls you in close, impossibly close, your thighs against the side of the driver’s seat. “fuck, i missed you.”
“i missed you, too,” you said with shaky hands as you framed her cheeks. you can practically feel abby’s need radiating from her, and while her behavior was surprising, it was far from unwelcome. “what’s going—“
“i need you,” abby rasped. she removed a hand from your bottom and guided you away from the door with the other, before closing it and opening the back door on the same side instead. “in.”
you didn’t say anything as you obliged; abby walked you backward and hoisted you onto the backseat, which you’d thankfully just cleaned, and removed your heels with precision. you tilt your head as you watch her, both aroused and a little dizzy from her actions.
“you don’t want to go inside, honey?” you ask. after all, it was only a few steps away.
“no. need you now, dollface,” abby replied as she climbed into the backseat with you, settling between your legs and closing the door behind her.
a few steps too many, apparently.
you only donned a knee-length white dress, shorts, and panties with your heels today, which abby was evidently grateful for as she removed both your bottoms like a woman in heat.
you watched with hungry eyes as she started to undo the belt on her cargo pants, your thighs shaking with need at the prospect of what your wife was about to do to you.
“what if the neighbors see, babe?” you panted.
“let ‘em,” abby said with a smirk. she threw her belt onto the car floor and leaned down to give you a messy kiss. “have to prove you’re mine beyond the ring, don’t i?”
“ah. . .true. . .” you mumbled between kisses to your lips, then jaw, then down your neck. heat thrummed between legs as you clumsily helped abby unzip her cargos, distracted by your hips bucking upwards of their own accord.
“looks like i’m not the only one,” abby teased, pulling her pants and boxers off and letting them pool at her legs. all that was left was the vision of her in a tight tank top, which had you impossibly wetter than you’d been before.
“you can’t go all feral on me and expect me to be normal about it,” you said with mock annoyance, pulling her in by the hips. “sue me.”
abby chuckled and gave one downward grind that had you seeing stars as her pussy made contact with yours. “what can i say? celibacy does a lot to a woman.”
“you’re so- fuck,” you whined between another thrust against your pelvis, “dramatic. only been a few days, babe.”
“a few days too many,” abby said like the fact should have been obvious. she groaned as she hovered over you, shamelessly pulling one of your legs over her shoulder to get a better angle on your pussy before she thrusted into you again.
abby’s clit rubbed against yours this time, and the friction has your back arching off the seat. your hips bucked upwards to meet her every thrust, loud moans slipping past your lips with each tantalizing grind. you pulled impatiently at abby’s shirt, trying to lift it off her head. “take this off.”
“demanding,” abby said with a teasing smirk. she obliged nonetheless, pulling her top off and over her head before putting it into the growing pile of clothes on the car floor.
your wife thankfully didn’t favor wearing bras in general, but especially around the house, so you were met with the immediate vision of her hardened nipples bouncing with every grind into your soaked pussy. your fingers pinched either one without thinking, cupped her breasts, and kneaded them in both hands, pulling a fiery grunt from the back of abby’s throat.
“fuck, just like that, baby,” abby moaned in pleasure.
with summer having started, nights were often between the sixties and seventies in your city, and with your car off, sweat was beginning to trickle down both your body and abby’s. the wet squelch that sounded with each grind into your wife only made the scene more lewd.
abby helped you out of your dress by pulling it over your head seconds later. the temperature in the car was heated in more ways than one, exhilarating, even, and suddenly, you knew exactly why abby couldn’t wait for you to get in the house.
it was so much hotter like this.
abby shifted her hips then. she moved farther down your leg, ceasing your contact with her core simultaneously, which had you whimpering at the loss, until she slipped two fingers inside your aching hole and began to pump them in and out vigorously instead.
“fuck, abby!” you cried at the sudden fullness, driving your hips into her calloused fingers.
“yeah, baby, say my name,” abby groaned. she began to grind against your thigh to replace the friction, chasing her own pleasure.
you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch the show. the synchronous pumping of abby’s fingers inside of you and the vision of her riding your thigh like a woman starved started that familiar pressure in your abdomen, and you felt yourself getting close.
“baby, i’m—” you moaned.
“i know, sweetheart,” abby crooned in response. she pressed her thumb against your clit and rubbed in quick circles, slowing her grinding against your thigh in order to focus on your climax. “you wanna come for me, dollface?”
“fuck, y- yes,” you whined, though it came out more broken than you’d intended. you couldn’t help yourself, not when you were this close to ecstasy, and one more thrust would push you over the edge.
a few more flicks of abby’s thumb against your clit and you were crying her name, hips bucking relentlessly as you came from the friction, coating her fingers in your essence. the sight had abby twitching against your thigh once again, a ragged “that’s my girl” slipping past her lips as she started to chase her own high again.
still dazed from your orgasm, you grabbed her breasts again with shaky hands, kneading them like you had been before. you held abby’s gaze as she ground her weeping pussy into your thigh, until finally, finally, she came undone with a loud moan, her slick now painting your leg.
in the heat of the moment, like a sudden crash against the shore, your lips found your wife’s in a tangled mess of tongues and teeth. abby had joked about celibacy, but you realized now that that was truly what it felt like going days without sex with her; when you finally got your hands on each other again, it always ended like this, messy and desperate and you had to admit, so fucking sexy.
abby finally pulled away and collapsed on top of you, and the two of you laid there for a moment in a pile of sweat and cum, equal parts exasperated and satisfied from the ecstasy. your nails clawed into abby’s back as she panted into your neck, pressing lazy kisses to the skin there.
when you managed to find your voice, your words came out as a breathy chuckle: “how’s that saying go? going at it like. . .rabbits or whatever?”
“yeah,” abby laughed. “more or less.”
“mhm,” you hummed, rubbing her back. “you’re insatiable.”
“have you looked in the mirror? how could i not be with you as my wife?” abby said, pressing featherlight kisses to your jaw now. she moved as far back as she could then, settling between your thighs and lifting them over her shoulders.
you shuddered at the sudden action, instinctively spreading them to grant her access. “wh- what are you doing?” you asked, though you were sure you already had the answer.
“oh, dollface,” abby smirked up at you. “you thought this was over?”
thanks so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed & feel free to send more requests :>
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: mostly fluff but all my works are 18+, smau elements sprinkled throughout, online meet cute, lots of flirty banter and ellie and dina being the biggest menaces on the planet.
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 6kish
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: holy fuck, it’s finally done. I’m genuinely so excited to keep writing for these two, I’m literally having the best time ever. thank you to @restl3ss-dr34ms for beta reading this for me. I hope you all enjoy <3
Your room is dim, your face lit by the soft glow of your monitors and the neon green LED strips that line the edges of your ceiling. The low hum of your PC fills the silence, comfortable and familiar. You’ve been live for an hour now, having just finished the newest Fears to Fathom episode and you’re already itching to play something else.
“Alright, chat,” you hum, pursing your lips as you scroll through your Steam library. “What should we play next?”
You glance over at your second monitor and the chat is flying by the way it normally does.
toxic_phantom: BACKROOMS!!!
cosmicxknight25: PHASMO PLEASE
ghostfaceluver69: something new please 🙏🏻
dorkyxxfemme: THE EGG GAME 🙂↕️
You snort, shaking your head at the suggestion. “We are not playing the egg game again, I know you all love watching me rage quit but I’d actually like to preserve what’s left of my sanity today.”
More messages come flooding in, even faster now and more insistent.
slut4billynstew: PHASMO
clihrider: PHASMO
lvsersclub: PHASMO W FRIENDS???? 👀
finalgrls-right-titty: PLS PLAY PHASMOOOO QUEEN
Your lips quirk up into a grin.
“Phasmo, huh?” you echo, already clicking into the game. “I think you guys just really want to hear me scream again.”
Your chat explodes in a flurry of excitement, emotes flooding your screen at a rapid pace. You laugh softly, shaking your head as you click through the menu screens with almost practiced ease. You pause once you see the option for single or multiplayer, hovering your cursor over the latter.
“So, do we have some fun and open it up?” you muse, glancing over at your chat again. “Or do I suffer through this all alone?”
You’re immediately getting a mixture of replies.
gooner4life: your name is finalgrl isn’t it??? SOLO SOLO
dark_killa67: NOOO LETS PLAY WITH SOME RANDOS
ruthlessxghost: let us join a game queen 🙂↕️
“Hey, if there’s a mod in chat, can you run a poll?”
lighthavoc: on it babe xx
“Thanks Dina,” you smile, sitting back to watch the votes come pouring in.
You relax back into your chair, watching in slight amusement as the votes start to pile in at a rapid pace. It’s a pretty close call to begin with but as the seconds continue to tick by, open lobby quickly starts to pull ahead.
“Alright, alright, I’m calling it.” you laugh, adjusting in your chair. “I’ll host a lobby, but we’re making it private this time. I’m not dealing with another rando from TikTok trying to rage bait me.”
You hide your screen again as you create the private lobby, your username, finalgrl appearing at the top of it.
“Okay, I’m only keeping the code up for a few seconds guys,” you explain, hovering your mouse over the share screen button. “If someone manages to sneak in, great. Otherwise we’ll try running it solo.”
You take a deep breath, squaring your shoulders as you attempt to prepare yourself for whatever chaos is about to ensue.
“May the odds be ever in your favor.”
You flash the code onscreen and you wait.
One, two, three, four, five—
A new player joins.
“Damn, that was fast,” you mutter, glancing at the player ID card that pops up right below yours—and your heart skips a beat.
“Oh, that’s…” you whisper, already ignoring the flurry of activity in your chat. “That can’t be right.”
It had to be a glitch, or a similar username because there was no way that Abby Anderson—the queen of co-op shooter games had just joined your private lobby to play Phasmophobia of all things.
But when her low, smooth voice filters through your headset barely a minute later, your breath catches.
“Are your streams always this chaotic? Or is it just because I’m here?”
Her voice is unmistakable—you’d watched enough of her streams and spent too many sleepless nights binging her old VODS to miss the teasing edge in it. Your pulse suddenly spikes in a way that has nothing to do with the game and for a moment you can’t move, can’t speak without your voice threatening to shake.
And your chat?
They’re losing their minds.
sp00kybitch: THERES NO WAY
livingdeadgurl: DREAM COLLAB
darkblade28: LONEWLF IS HERE????
downwiththethickness69: MY TWO FAVS IN THE SAME LOBBY???
You swallow the sudden lump in your throat, trying (and failing) to sound composed.
“I guess it depends, do you make a habit of joining other people’s lobbies uninvited, or should I feel honored?”
“Uninvited, huh?” she echoes, clearly amused. “You shared your code, seemed like a pretty open invitation to me.”
“So you’re just lurking in my live now?” you ask, a little too defensively. “That’s kinda creepy, Anderson.”
She chuckles softly, and somehow it’s worse now that it’s being directed at you.
“It’s Abby,” she corrects smoothly, and you hate how it makes your stomach flip. “But honestly, I’ve been tuning in for a while now.”
Your brain short circuits for half a second.
redrumxredrum: SHE WATCHES YOUR STREAMS???
sapphicxmoon: OH MY GODDDDD
oogie_boogie_bitch: CHAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL
That really shouldn’t affect you as much as it does.
Abby has a massive following—she’s been streaming for years, pulling the kind of numbers you still can’t seem to fully wrap your head around. Your community is much smaller in comparison, so realistically, she shouldn’t even know you exist.
Which makes this whole thing feel entirely too surreal.
“…Why?” you finally manage, sounding bewildered.
“Do I need a reason?”
The way she says it causes something warm to settle beneath your ribs, outweighing any of your initial annoyance but you still hesitate before replying. Which is entirely ridiculous, considering that she’s only been in your lobby for all of 30 seconds and is somehow already managing to throw you off balance. So you take a deep breath and adjust your headset, feigning that’s the reason for the extended pause.
“That’s not really an answer.”
“Wow,” she hums, and you swear you can hear the subtle smirk in her voice. “Didn’t think I’d make you so nervous…it’s kinda cute.”
Heat instantly creeps up the back of your neck.
But what’s worse is that she’s not wrong, the mere idea of her made you nervous.
She was infuriatingly gorgeous, all smooth confidence and cocky bravado when it came to her skill on screen. But she clearly had every right to be, there was a reason she was one of Twitch’s most popular streamers right now. You’d seen too many clips, secretly watched the thirst edits, and you found yourself becoming more enthralled by her dry humor and quick wit than you’d ever dare to admit.
“—I’m not nervous,” you quickly try to deflect, your eyes flicking back over to your second monitor where your chat is continuing to spiral alongside you.
5nightsatfuckthis: CUTE??? SHE CALLED HER CUTE 😭
clitsucker5000: GURL UR SO COOKED
petals4armor: why is abby lowkey flirting?!
gaylilghoul: IM SO INVESTED!!!!
“Chat,” you sigh. “Behave.”
She laughs again, softer this time.
“Careful,” she murmurs. “Or you’ll convince them that I do make you nervous.”
You scoff. “In your dreams, Ander—”
“Abby,” she corrects again.
You exhale sharply through your nose. “Fine, Abby. Are we actually going to play the game, or do you plan to psychoanalyze me all night?”
“I don’t know,” she hums. “Sounds kinda fun.”
“You’re annoying,” you mutter.
“You like it.”
here4thebiceps: OOO CLOCKED IT
anxiouslezbean: enemies to lovers arc confirmed!!!
downbad4ripley: wait, why am i kinda nervous too 🤭😮💨
lighthavoc: reading you to filth btw
“Just choose the equipment,” you snap, turning toward the corkboard. “I’m picking the map.”
“Are you always this bossy?” she asks, that cocky edge returning.
“When it’s warranted.”
Your phone buzzes to life not a second later, drawing your attention away from the screen as you unlock your messages and you have to swallow a groan of annoyance.
smellie <3: dude
smellie <3: this is painful to watch
You don’t bother to respond to her, immediately flipping your phone face down on your desk. You gently bite your lower lip as you scoot your chair closer to your screen, using your mouse to carefully hover over each of the different map locations:
But when a certain polaroid catches your eye, you have to hold back an amused snicker as you lock in your choice.
“…seriously?” Abby asks.
You fully lean back in your chair, barely able to hide your smug expression.
“What?” you reply, casually. “Is it too much for you?”
She huffs. “It’s a big map.”
“Well, I thought you could use a bit of a challenge.”
spookiedookie: OMFG
ruthelessxghost: THE TENSION???
flickingmybean: just kiss already 😭
“Or,” she prods, her voice lowering ever so slightly. “You’re just looking for a reason to get rid of me.”
Your breath catches again, your fingers tightening on the mouse as you hover your cursor over the Ready Up button.
That’s the entire problem though—you don’t want to get rid of her. Not even a little bit.
“Well, you’re still in my lobby, aren’t you?” you reply, but this time there’s hardly any bite behind your words.
There’s a slight pause, then Abby hums again—low and thoughtful in your ear and you have to suppress a shiver.
“Yeah,” she says, a little less teasing this time. “Ready up?”
“Ready up.”
The loading screen stares tauntingly back at you, your foot bouncing restlessly beneath your desk as the seconds continue to drag on.
“You seem tense,” Abby comments casually, that subtle mirth creeping back into her voice.
You exhale slowly through your nose. “I’m not tense.”
Another quiet, unconvinced hum filters through your headset. “Sure.”
And you’re suddenly very grateful that you can only hear her, because if you had to see the cocky, amused expression you know she’s sporting right now—it might actually kill you.
A strange sort of silence settles between you then, not exactly awkward but charged. Like something is continuing to build and is just waiting for the right moment before it spills over completely.
Your eyes flick over to your second monitor again, and you instantly regret it.
finalgrls-right-titty: HOW LONG TILL THEY START FLIRTING AGAIN CHAT???
petals4armor: EASY BEFORE THEY EVEN LEAVE THE TRUCK
downbad4ripley: LETS BET ON IT 😈👹
“Chat, no one is flirting,” you mutter, your tone sounding overly defensive even to your own ears. “You’re all delusional.”
Your phone buzzes three times in rapid succession, pulling your attention away from your monitor again as you unlock it.
smellie <3: you’d be a TERRIBLE actress btw
smellie <3: that was not convincing
smellie <3: AT ALL
You sigh, your thumbs flying across the keyboard.
me: mind your business ellie
When you glance back up, a bright purple banner flashes across your screen—
Your eyes widen as bets immediately start pouring in.
lvsersclub: IM ALL IN BABY
clihrider: been saving my channel points for a moment like this 🙂↕️
anxiouslezbean: UNDER!!! UNDER!!!
dark_killa67: there is no way they last longer than that 😭
“Dina, what the—” you sit up straighter, staring in mock horror at your screen. “Why the hell is there a prediction for that?”
lighthavoc: I’m invested 🤷🏻♀️
A quiet laugh floats through your headset. “Wow, even your own mod doesn’t have much faith in you.”
You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the sudden warmth creeping into your cheeks.
“Shut up.”
Abby pauses for a second, then her voice is suddenly louder—like she’s leaning closer to her mic. “Make me.”
The loading screen suddenly flickers, before dissolving completely as the two of you spawn into the truck.
Saved by the fucking bell.
You turn, immediately latching onto the nearest distraction you can find—the prediction banner still pending on your screen.
“Dina,” you mutter flatly. “End it. Now.”
You ignore the flood of negative remarks from the chat as it disappears and some of the tension releases from your shoulders.
“You’re lucky that I love you, Di,” you murmur, glancing at your chat quickly before moving your character forward and toward the information board. “Ellie lost her mod privileges for way less.”
Your phone buzzes again, and you purposely ignore it. But all too soon, you see Ellie’s username appearing in your chat.
strayteeth: talking shit I see
strayteeth: two can play at that game
“Alright, let’s see,” you immediately pivot, choosing to focus on the board instead as your eyes quickly scan over the information. “So our ghost this round is…” You pause as a small, almost disbelieving huff leaves your lips. “Betty Davis.”
A low, amused snort sounds from behind you.
“Guess one of their developers has a sense of humor,” you mutter as your eyes suddenly hover over a key piece of information.
The ghost only responds to people who are alone…
Perfect.
“Well,” you continue, attempting to slip your tone back into something more casual. “It looks like we’ll need to split up.”
You turn and immediately flinch because Abby’s character is standing directly behind yours.
But before you can make some snarky remark about personal space, a new purple banner flickers across your screen.
“Dina…” you trail off, exasperated. “Seriously?”
lighthavoc: what? had to keep things interesting since you ruined all my fun.
strayteeth: my points are on you btw
You sigh. “Of course they are, Ellie.”
strayteeth: well don’t fucking die then??
lighthavoc: yeah don’t embarrass us babe
“You two are the worst,” you groan, dropping your head into your hands. “I hate it here.”
Abby, who has been unusually quiet during this whole interaction, suddenly laughs—soft and utterly fond and your stomach immediately flutters.
“But I thought you thrived on chaos, final girl?”
The nickname lands too easily, the words sound too familiar rolling off her tongue and you freeze as you come to the unfortunate realization that she hadn’t been messing with you earlier.
She really does watch your streams.
That phrase—I thrive on chaos is something you say all the time. It’s usually said in jest, whenever your chat or the game you’re playing gets a little out of control but the fact that she remembered it at all does something very annoying to your heart.
After a long moment, you finally lift your head from your hands, focusing on her character that’s still standing way too close to yours in the game.
“So, you really do watch my streams, huh?”
“Yeah,” she replies simply, any trace of teasing gone.
Biting your lip, you silently turn back to the board, attempting to focus on reading the main objectives for the round but your thoughts are suddenly far too loud for you to ignore.
Abby’s presence in your stream tonight wasn’t purely accidental, or a one-time occurrence that you secretly tried to convince yourself that it was. She’s clearly been here for a while, silently watching, listening and paying attention to you in a way that feels incredibly intentional and far too intimate.
And you hate how much you like it.
“You’re quiet all of a sudden,” she comments, her voice right over your shoulder.
“Just reading,” you answer too quickly.
“Hm,” she hums. “You seem distracted.”
“I’m thinking—”
“About me?”
And fuck. How was she able to see you through you that easily?
“Don’t flatter yourself,” you snap, turning sharply and brushing past her character to reach for the nearest equipment on the wall.
Flashlight, EMF, thermometer.
Out of habit, your eyes flick back over to your chat and you have to bite back a groan.
lighthavoc: under five would’ve won btw
strayteeth: so pay up loser 🫵🏻
But you don’t bother to acknowledge either of them.
“Grab some gear,” you sigh, quickly heading toward the back of the truck. “And try not to get lost.”
“I think I’ll manage,” Abby replies dryly, her character sliding in beside yours a moment later. “But it’s sweet that you’re so concerned about me.”
“I’m not,” you insist, clicking on the keypad a little harder than initially intended. “Just don’t need you slowing me down.”
The doors open and lightning flashes briefly across the sky.
“Right.” She mumbles under her breath, following you out into the dark.
The beam of your flashlight cuts across the empty hallway, the light reflecting off the metal lockers on either side. The empty school looms ahead, and the eerie silence is already putting you on edge.
“We should find the fuse box,” Abby says, the first to break the silence. “Our sanity isn’t going to last very long in the dark.”
“Good call,” you murmur, brows furrowing as you try to remember the handful of places the fuse box might be located on this map.
“Wow, that was almost a compliment.”
“Yeah, well don’t get used to it.”
gaylilghoul: anddddd they’re already flirting again
here4thebiceps: can cut that tension with a 🔪🔪🔪
5nightsatfuckthis: the ghost be third wheeling rn help 😭
Your heart thuds erratically as a bright flash of lightning illuminates the empty hallway, and you almost swear that you see a shadow moving near the end of it. So you quickly pull out your thermometer, but so far the temperature doesn’t budge.
“Okay,” you say after a beat, turning to face her. “Let’s split up, so we can cover more ground.”
“…you still think that’s a good idea?”
You release a small sigh, your eyes flicking up to look directly at your camera before continuing down the dark hall.
“Don’t tell me that you’re chickening out on me already.”
And it’s like you can physically hear that she’s rolling her eyes.
“Trust me, I’m not.” She remarks, following you further down the hall. “But isn’t that what someone who dies first in a horror movie would say?”
“Okay, first of all,” you scoff. “Rude.”
But the hint of a smile tugs at the corner of your mouth anyway. Then you’re pushing open one of the classroom doors and it creaks loud enough that you flinch.
“And second of all…” you recover, letting your flashlight sweep across the mostly empty room. “I would absolutely survive a horror movie.”
“Says the one who just flinched because of a creaky door.”
And your absolutely chat explodes on impact.
oogie_boogie_bitch: BOOM ROASTEDDDDD
strayteeth: FINALLY SOMEONE SAID IT
livingdeadgurl: lonewlf coming in for the kill 😭😭
You narrow your eyes at your second monitor. “You know what? I think I’ll take my chances with the ghost.”
You quickly exit the classroom, ignoring her soft laughter that echoes behind you as you round the corner to head for the stairs.
“Why don’t you make yourself useful and go find the fuse box?”
Abby’s quiet for a moment, then she hums again, the sound low and teasing in your ear. “Say please, and I will.”
Your breath catches, and your character freezes halfway up the stairs. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
You turn and find her character waiting patiently at the bottom of the stairs, her flashlight pointed directly at you.
sp00kybitch: OH???
dorkyxxfemme: SHE’S CRAZY FOR THAT 😭
clitsucker5000: abby’s got GAME
slut4billynstew: FINALGRL STAY STRONG
“You are unbelievably annoying.”
She laughs again, the sound settling low in your stomach. “Still waiting on that please, final girl.”
The casual use of your username has heat crawling up the back of your neck once more, and you glare at your monitor.
“Fine,” you grit out. “Will you please go find the fuse box?”
“There you go,” she murmurs, and you desperately try to ignore the way your entire body warms at the subtle praise. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”
But this time you don’t give her the satisfaction of a reply, immediately turning to continue back up the stairs while trying to stifle a stupid grin the entire way.
And your chat is moving so fast now that it’s nearly unreadable.
gooner4life: SHES SO FLUSTERED HELP 😭😭😭
lighthavoc: mind you they’ve been playing for all of 5 minutes
tigolebiddies: arguing like an old married couple smh
“Guys stop,” you mutter softly, dragging a hand down your face. “You’re making this weird.”
lvsersclub: WE’RE MAKING IT WEIRD???
strayteeth: says the one flirting in front of 2 thousand people 🤨
You aggressively ignore them now.
However, the moment you step foot on the second level, your entire demeanor changes.
You sit up a little straighter in your chair, your brow furrows ever so slightly as you continue deeper into the dark. The energy up here feels different, less stagnant—more intense somehow. And when a door slams from somewhere behind you, you jolt forward in your chair so hard that you nearly smack your foot against the leg of your desk.
“Shit, shit—shit!” You curse, immediately forcing your character forward into a sprint down the dark hallway.
“You good up there?” Abby’s voice sounds over the walkie and you groan.
“I’m fine,” you huff, slightly embarrassed by your immediate overreaction. “Aren’t you supposed to be finding the fuse—”
But you stop short when the overhead lights flicker to life.
“You were saying?” She says far too smugly.
lurker4life: OOOOOOOOOOOO
redrumxredrum: SHE GOT YOUR ASS
flickingmybean: lonewlf gets the job done 🫡
You stop just outside the lecture hall, and you can absolutely hear how wide she’s grinning now—but annoyingly enough the sound of her voice seems to calm your nerves slightly.
“You’re insufferable,” you mumble dejectedly.
"You mean useful?”
You snort. “Jury’s still out on that one.”
“Ouch,” she chuckles. “You’re welcome by the way…”
“Thanks.”
You quickly slip inside the lecture hall, rolling your shoulders back as you attempt to focus on the task at hand.
Find the ghost room.
You pull out your thermometer again as the lights above you flicker slightly, and the temperature immediately starts to drop.
“I’ve got temps dropping up here,” you say into your walkie.
“Where are you?” she asks.
But you don’t have a chance to answer when the lights above you flicker violently before going out completely and your stomach drops. That familiar heartbeat audio cue fills your headset a second later, which can only mean one thing—the ghost is hunting.
toxic_phantom: damn a hunt this early?????
sp00kybitch: the ghost must be feeling the tension between them 🙂↕️
“Oh fuck this,” you squeak, immediately rushing out of the lecture hall and down the darkened hallway.
Ghostly footsteps drag behind you as you turn the corner and you rush into the nearest classroom, tucking yourself away in the corner. You quickly click your flashlight off, bathing yourself in complete darkness. You don’t have enough time to mute your mic as you hear the footsteps drawing closer, so you dramatically slap a hand over your mouth.
You wait there for what feels like an eternity, only breathing a sigh of relief when the overhead lights flicker back on.
“What room are you in?” Abby’s voice comes over the walkie barely a second later, her tone suddenly far more insistent.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you quip, slipping out of the classroom to head back toward the lecture hall.
But what she says next is far more devastating to your nervous system than anything else that’s occurred in the last ten minutes.
Because she says your name—not your screen name but your real name.
And you almost guide your character directly into a wall.
tigolebiddies: OMG WHY IS ABBY LOWKEY WORRIED IM SICK
ghostfaceluver69: finalgrl buffering in real time 😭
spookiedookie: USING HER GOVERNMENT NAME IS CRAZY BTW
“Did you just run into a wall?” She snorts, that amused edge slipping back into her voice.
“No,” you scoff, sinking deeper into your chair as your eyes flick back over to your second monitor.
sapphicxmoon: LIARRRRRR
strayteeth: SOMEONE CLIP THAT RN
“Ellie, don’t you have anything better to do?”
strayteeth: no ♥️
lighthavoc: @.lonewlf she’s heading to the lecture hall btw
“I’m disowning both of you,” you mutter, righting yourself before continuing quickly down the hall.
When you reach the door of the lecture hall, you faintly hear your name being called again. But this time it’s not through the walkie, it’s much closer as the proximity chat begins to pick up her voice once more and your heart does a nervous little flip.
Abby rounds the corner a second later, flashlight lowered at her side.
“There you are,” she says, sounding oddly relieved for someone who has spent the last twenty minutes actively tormenting you.
“Aw, did you miss me?” you tease, low and saccharine sweet as you push open the door, all while trying to ignore the way her presence seems to settle something in your chest.
And for the first time all night, Abby doesn’t have some smug response at the ready.
“Maybe a little,” she admits, following behind you into the lecture hall.
The raw honesty in her voice sends you spiraling almost immediately, no longer even trying to pay attention when she pulls out the spirit box.
“Hey,” her voice cuts through your jumbled thoughts a moment later. “Still with me?”
“Yeah,” you sit a little straighter in your chair. “Let’s do this.”
The two of you fall into an easy rhythm after that, working in tandem to slowly go through each evidence type and marking them off in your journals.
“Well, there’s no orbs on the camera,” you sigh, following her out of the van and back into the school.
“I told you there wouldn’t be,” she says, more thoughtful than smug. “This has to be a demon or a moroi.”
“Or it’s a shade,” you counter.
You glance over at your second monitor for the first time in a while and instantly release a groan.
strayteeth: why did this get weirdly domestic all of a sudden 🤨
lighthavoc: shut up babe, my new fav show is on
oogie_boogie_bitch: first date realness ✨
“Your chat seems awfully convinced that this is a date.”
You snort softly, ignoring the flutter in your stomach at the mere mention of a date and Abby in the same sentence. “I prefer to be wined and dined actually, not being hunted down by an evil spirit.”
bbqsauceonmytiddies: WINED DINED & 69’ED 😎
“Oh my god,” you choke out, laughing despite yourself. “I hate every single one of you.”
Beside you, Abby lets out an amused snort. “Dually noted, I’ll make sure to keep that in mind.”
Your eyes immediately flick up toward your camera. “Well, that’s extremely forward.”
“Hey, you’re the one that brought up being wined and dined, not me.”
“Right, because obviously an abandoned, haunted school is your idea of a romantic setting.”
Abby laughs softly, the sound immediately warming your insides. “Well, I guess it depends, are you having a good time?”
Her question catches you off guard more than it probably should have. Because despite everything that’s happened since she first joined your lobby, you actually are having a good time. A lot more than you’ve ever had streaming with someone new like this, and that thought both scares and excites you in equal measure.
You quickly duck your head, your cheeks feeling entirely too warm as you move past her character into the lecture hall.
“Maybe a little bit,” you mumble after a short pause. “But don’t let it go to your head.”
“Too late for that.”
You roll your eyes, but you’re unable to stop yourself from grinning. “Alright, Casanova, back to it.”
And even though you can’t see her, you can absolutely tell that she’s smiling too.
The two of you slip back into that easy flow almost immediately as Abby heads to the back of the room, crouching near some scattered desks to set the ghost writing book on the floor while you pull out the EMF reader and start to sweep it across the room.
“The spirit box was crossed off, right?” she asks.
“Mhm,” you reply, glancing back down at the reader. “And the orbs. But I’m not getting much on the EMF just yet.”
“So assuming my theory is correct,” she continues, turning to face you. “We need fingerprints and ghost writing.”
You can’t help but roll your eyes again. “Bold of you to assume—”
The distinct scratch of a pen across paper stops you short and you rush to Abby’s side just in time to witness the pen floating on its own, frantically scribbling across the piece of notebook paper.
“This doesn’t prove anything,” you say before she even has the chance to gloat, checking ghost writing off in your journal. “It could still be a shade.”
“Uh huh,” she murmurs, entirely too impressed with herself.
And as much as you want to be annoyed, you aren’t. Because something about this feels so natural, so easy—like you’ve known her for years and not a half an hour. Which is why your next thought slips past your lips before you can really stop it.
“You know, you’re weirdly good at this,” you grumble, your tone bordering on accusatory. “For someone I’ve never even seen play Phasmo before.”
You continue past her character to head back toward the podium, not even realizing what you just revealed and the silence between you stretches a moment too long.
“So,” Abby says finally, amusement creeping back into her voice. “You watch my streams too?”
Your hand freezes on the mouse, your character stopping midway down the center aisle.
“I mean, I’ve seen clips…” you shrug in an attempt to remain nonchalant, but your voice sounds even less convincing in your own ears.
Abby hums again, clearly not buying it. And you’re absolutely certain by the time you log off for the night, that sound will be the thing that finally ends you—if the ghost doesn’t beat her to it.
As if on cue, a textbook suddenly flies off of the podium, slicing through the air between you and you jerk back in your chair.
“Jesus, fuck!” you yelp, the abrupt movement yanking the cord of your headset right from the audio jack.
Abby’s laughter follows almost immediately, only this time it’s louder and far more genuine than anything you’ve ever heard all night. It fills the empty air in your bedroom, which somehow feels even more intimate than just hearing it echo through your headphones.
You quickly scramble to plug your headset back in, feigning annoyance. But your scowl falters as her laughter fades into something much softer, almost fonder, which is doing irreversible damage to your insides.
strayteeth: Y’ALL BETTER BE CLIPPING THIS SHIT
5nightsatfuckthis: ON IT BOSS 🫡
lighthavoc: the tiktok editors are gonna have a field day with this one lmao
“Well, I’m glad you find my terror so amusing,” you chide, readjusting your headset.
“I think it’s adorable actually.”
“Shut up,” you mumble, entirely embarrassed but completely incapable of putting any real malice behind your words.
But Abby just laughs again, which unfortunately isn’t doing anything to help your already flustered state.
“Okay, focus,” you mutter, mostly to yourself as you pull out the ultraviolet flashlight from your inventory.
“I am focused,” she scoffs.
You release a small groan. “You know, you’re really not helping right now.”
“That’s not what you said a few minutes ago.”
“I said you were weirdly good at this, not that you were helpful.”
“Basically the same thing, isn’t it?”
“Abby…” you warn.
“Okay, okay,” she says with another laugh, “I’ll stop.”
“Thank you,” you sigh, relieved.
“For at least another thirty seconds.”
“Abby!” you hiss, completely exasperated.
“What? I’m just setting realistic expectations.”
You just shake your head with a roll of your eyes before pointing the light at the book that just nearly assaulted you both. A large handprint immediately blooms beneath the purple glow and you sink a little deeper into your chair because, of course, she has to be right about this too.
The universe must really have it in for you today.
“So, Betty Davis is a demon,” she says, not even attempting to hide her exuberance. “Who would've guessed that?”
“Are you always this infuriating?” You quip, already circling the word demon in your journal with a frown. “Or is this just your terrible attempt at flirting?”
A beat passes.
“I mean, I wouldn’t call it terrible.”
finalgrls-right-titty: OH MY GODDDDD
anxiouslezbean: SHE DID NOT JUST SAY THAT OMG
omniouspoot: 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣
And for a solid five seconds, your brain stops functioning altogether.
strayteeth: I think she broke her lmao
lighthavoc: someone check to see if our girl is still breathing 😭😭
lvsersclub: rip finalgrl 🪦
“You still alive over there?” Abby asks, still sounding entirely too pleased with herself.
“I’m perfectly fine,” you huff, finally regaining enough of your composure to turn and start heading for the door. “You coming or are you gonna start flirting with the demon too?”
Abby just snorts, still overly amused as she follows you out of the room and into the dimly lit hall.
“Would that bother you?” she asks, almost too casually once you reach the top of the stairs.
You immediately stop walking. “Would what bother me?”
And for the first time all night, Abby seems to hesitate.
“You know…” she starts, slower now, like she’s choosing her words carefully. “If I did start flirting with it.”
You let out a short, disbelieving laugh before continuing down the stairs. “You’re insane.”
“That’s not a no,” she hums, already keeping pace with you again.
“We are not having this conversation right now.”
Your eyes flicker back over to where your chat is actively losing their minds.
strayteeth: THATS 👏🏻 NOT 👏🏻 A 👏🏻NOOOO
lurker4life: IM SCREAMING
dorkyxxfemme: “we aren’t having this conversation right now” is the most obvious non-denial denial I’ve ever heard in my life. 😭😭
“I’m banning all of you,” you grumble, willing your character to move faster.
“That seems a bit harsh…”
“You encouraged this!”
“I did no such thing,” she objects.
You shoot your camera a look.
“Okay,” she concedes with a small laugh. “Maybe just a tad.”
The entrance is finally within your sight now, as another flash of lightning shines through the broken window panes and casts harsh shadows along the floor.
Everything is done. The ghost has been identified and all your evidence has been collected. Now all that’s left is getting back to the truck and pretending like the last five minutes never even happened.
If you were only that lucky.
It’s as if the ghost has grown tired of hearing the two of you constantly bickering, because as soon as Abby crosses over the threshold, the front doors immediately slam shut and the lock clicks firmly in place with you still stuck on the other side.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” you hiss, immediately gripping your mouse tighter as that heart beat audio cue fills your ears once more.
“Oh no,” Abby murmurs, actively trying to stifle a laugh.
“This is your fault.”
“My fault, huh?”
“Abby,” you huff, sprinting down the hall toward an empty classroom. “Just know that if I fucking die right now, I’m absolutely coming back to haunt your ass.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” she muses.
You mute yourself before you can say something that might actually get you killed, relieved that now no one can hear your small squeak of surprise when the ghost suddenly materializes at the end of the dark hallway.
You duck inside the first classroom you reach, quickly crouching to hide under the teacher’s desk.
The ghostly footsteps outside the room grow louder as the seconds continue to tick by, and you curl yourself deeper into your gaming chair as if that will help you to somehow remain hidden.
“Hey,” Abby’s voice comes through on the walkie barely a second later. “You’re doing fine, just breathe.”
But her words of encouragement only seem to aid in causing your pulse to spike even higher than before.
Then the footsteps suddenly stop, directly outside the classroom you’re in. The muscles in your shoulders tense, and you quickly remove your hands from your setup lest you accidentally hit a button and totally fuck everything up.
You sit there in complete silence for who knows how long, only releasing the breath you were holding when the audio cue finally fades into the background again. An overwhelming sense of relief hits you then, and you practically slide right out of your chair.
“You okay in there?” Abby’s voice comes over the walkie—half concerned, half amused.
“Define okay,” you snort, getting yourself situated again before you move your character out of their hiding spot. “Because I think I just almost had a heart attack.”
Abby’s soft laughter crackles through your headset again. “Yeah, but you didn’t.”
“Thank you for that incredibly insightful observation, Abigail.”
“Anytime.”
You don’t even bother to hide your grin this time as you rush toward the front doors. “You’re lucky that I think you’re funny.”
“Glad to know the feeling is mutual,” she murmurs, and something in your chest flutters.
The rain is coming down in heavy sheets by the time you make it back out to the truck and when the doors shut and the debriefing screen loads, you’ve come to a devastating realization that you don’t want this to end just yet.
You allow your eyes to flicker across the results for a moment longer, a soft smile beginning to tug at the corner of your mouth. It was a near perfect investigation—probably one of the best in your entire history of playing Phasmophobia.
But that’s not the real reason why you’re grinning like an idiot.
“You know, we actually made a pretty good team back there,” she says, sounding far too sincere.
The sudden admission catches you off guard, but she’s right.
“Yeah,” you admit quietly. “We kinda did.”
For a moment, neither of you speaks.
And somehow that feels far more dangerous than anything that’s been said all night.
“So…you wanna go again?” you ask softly.
“Sure,” she replies, almost too easily. “Run it back?”
“Yeah,” you murmur, adjusting your headset. “Let’s run it back.”
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: just some fluff but please note all my works are 18+, secret relationship, teasing, flustered abby for once, chat and reader call her mommy
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: this is just a little blurb I wrote a while back that goes along with this graphic that I made for this au, also tied in one of the text messages I previously posted for them. and just so everyone knows, any pictures of abby I’m using are her real face model they used for the game :)
darkblade28: her hair is down, why is her hair down?
gayandtired: who are you trying to impress??? 🤨
loserlez: maybe someone special is watching… 🙂↔️🙂↔️
“Chat…” She says slowly, leaning forward on her elbows and squinting as she looks at the camera. “Behave or else you’re all going in emote jail.”
Abby licks her lips as she settles back into her chair and your stomach swoops.
Her chat immediately explodes.
abbysleftbicep: YES MOMMY 🫡
clihrider: mommy? sorry. mommy?
downwiththethickness69: 🫡🫡🫡
simp4abby: brat mode activated 😛
look4thelight: emote jail it is
Your eyes widen as you scroll through the flurry of messages, reaching to grab your phone from your desk and opening your text thread with her.
You can help but grin as you focus back on her stream while the rest of her chat is taking note of the blush that’s now sweeping across her cheeks.
ruthlessxghost: SHES BLUSHING
lurker4life: WHO WERE YOU TEXTING???
dorkyxxfemme: FINALGRL 👀👀👀
“I’m not blushing, it’s just hot in here.” Abby just rolls her eyes, turning to focus back on her game. “You guys are really trying to make something out of nothing.”
You purse your lips, deciding that you’re not done teasing her yet as you unmute yourself on your discord call.
“So, I’m nothing to you now, baby?” you whisper, so softly that only Abby is able to fully catch what you just said.
Her eyes instantly flick up from her monitor, giving the camera a look that you know is really only meant for you, and you quickly mute yourself again before bursting into a fit of laughter.
warnings: 18+ only minors & men dni, reader calls abby mommy (there’s context for it), references to oral and fingering, clone-a-willy mention. these are for a streamer!abby x streamer!reader wip that I’m working on, so I hope you enjoy xx.
Lust is not premarital sex, masturbation, or sexual thoughts. The sin of lust is rape, sexual assault, pedophelia.
Wrath is not being angry at someone when they harm you, or wanting truly evil people to be laid low. The sin of wrath is murder, racism, xenophobia.
Gluttony is not enjoying eating, even when you are full, or feasting with friends in celebration even to excess. The sin of gluttony is taking when others have nothing, eating while others starve, consuming while others waste away.
Sin is not enjoying in the pleasures and good things that God made for us to experience, but rather twisting those goods to be evil.
Just imagine, she started rubbing her legs together, scrolling on her phone until she found herself clicking on her gallery and looking for that video of you two where she's fucking you so hard and so good. She's slow, brushing her clothed clit as she watches and listens to the obscene of it all. She plays with herself, teases her clit while her thumb on her screen looks for another video, a nude you've sent, a video of one of those days where you're in her position, far from her and needing her so bad you masturbate and send her evidence for her to enjoy later. She would call you if the shame wasn't eating her brain so bad if you weren't busy too. All she does is rub small circles on her clit until a wet patch starts to grow on her clothes. Only there she allows herself to enjoy, taking off her clothes and tossing them somewhere on the floor. She opens her legs wide enough. Her phone on her stomach was already recording. She plays with her nipples, imagining they're yours instead. Her middle finger starts pumping on her drenching hole. In a matter of seconds, she's so wet she can't keep with the slow pace and she just fucks herself like you would. She's whining if not crying; wishing and praying you're free soon so she can crawl to you and beg you to fuck her properly.
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