you guys, what does it mean if there’s rust all over my door that i swear wasn’t there yesterday and the air smells alarmingly salty? have i never needed anything more, or should i be concerned?
Abby Anderson x Female!Reader
Summary: Convincing your girlfriend to watch a horror movie seems like a great way to spend your time together. Until you learn that, despite her bravado, she’s actually scared.
Warnings & Tags: Fluff, I love them, and I love shy, pouty Abby; they watch a movie about ghosts. Established relationship, very slightly suggestive at points, MDNI.
Word Count: 1.8k.
The room is dark, illuminated only by the dim lights of the television in front of you. You weren’t totally sure how you convinced Abby to watch this movie with you, in fact, Abby herself wasn’t totally sure how you convinced her to watch this movie with you. Yet here you had found yourselves, you curled into Abby’s side, her with her arm around your shoulder holding you close, and some ancient horror movie playing on the small screen in front of you. Admittedly, the picture was a little grainy; you’d found the film lodged under a precarious stack of other movies in a back section of the library that looked like it had been horribly underutilized even before the world had ended.
You didn’t care, though; you had a penchant for horror and all things spooky, usually in your reading endeavours. Tonight you were excited to see it play out in film, and more importantly, you were excited to get to spend the night alone with your girlfriend. Time together could be dismally rare, and you were going to covet it while you had it. Abby, however, was less comfortable, to say the least. Of course she was grateful for the time spent with you, but she would’ve been ever more grateful if you had picked literally any other genre of cinema. Abby was firmly of the opinion that you saw enough horrific nightmares in your day-to-day life; you didn’t need to bring them into your personal time too. At least that was the excuse she gave you anyway, far too determined to put on a tough face and impress you to admit that, honestly, she was fucking terrified at the idea of ghosts.
She could remember as far back as when she was small the fear she felt when people would sit around telling ghost stories, or tales of haunted houses. It wasn’t something she’d consider rational by any means, far from it really, but just the mention of them could send a shiver down her spine. Of course, nobody knew that, not even you. She knew if she ever let it slip, her friends wouldn’t hesitate to tease her relentlessly, and Abby wished to avoid a lifetime of people shouting ‘boo’ at her from around dark corners, or pretending they felt cold spots in the empty buildings on patrols. So, she decided to keep it to herself. And yeah, maybe that was how she had been convinced to watch this movie with you; she didn’t want you to know she was scared. Not that she thought you’d tease her- okay, maybe a bit, but no, with you it was different. She wanted you to think she was brave.
Admittedly, she wasn’t even doing very much watching of the movie anyway, as the music built to a shattering crescendo and the main actress let out a terrified scream; her eyes weren’t anywhere near the screen. They were firmly stuck on you, and as she watched you jump at whatever reveal she was purposefully avoiding, she was glad she had found something infinitely more interesting to watch instead. Feeling you wedge yourself in closer to her, hiding your face in the fabric of her shirt for a moment, her hand gently cradled the back of your head. Taking a second to stroke your hair, hoping to comfort you. After watching you turn away in fear, she assumed you’d want to turn it off. However, she was surprised as you turned your head back again, totally transfixed on the screen in front of you, as if searching for another moment of fear.
She didn’t understand it- the appeal of being afraid. You’d tried to explain it to her when you were arguing about what movie to watch. Countering her “everyday horrors” argument with the explanation that these were, in fact, controlled horrors, allowing you power over what scared you. Apparently that made a difference. Still, sitting here with you, watching you as you watched the film, she saw the appeal in this.
The appeal of holding the woman she loved in her arms, the feeling of your body pressed into hers, you seeking comfort from her and the pride she felt in being able to provide it. Indulging you in this interest of yours suddenly felt less like doing something for you and more like doing something for herself. She adored the knowledge that you felt safe with her, that you trusted her. Any instance in which that was reassured filled her all over again with a renewed sense of satisfaction and affection. So as the film played, the leads whispered and screamed and the horrifying antics played out, she found herself surprised to realize she wasn’t afraid at all. Even allowing her eyes to drift from you in the moments she felt you grip her hand tighter, curious what was pulling the reaction from you. She was also surprised to find this wasn’t all about cheap scares and overdramatic thrills; there was an actual story being told, one she found herself gaining interest in. At least, when she bothered to look away from you.
“Wait, babe, are you watching? I think she’s about to die,” You say, tilting your head back a bit, bracing yourself for the moment of action.
Abby doesn’t think about it before she looks, and honestly, she probably should’ve. Her eyes widen as she takes in the haggard, rotten appearance of the specter, the way it glides, never touching the ground; and finally the way it lunges towards the actress on screen. She can’t help it; she jumps, her eyes firmly slamming closed, her head turning to hide her face into your hair. Her heart hammers in her chest, her breath catches, she’d purposefully been looking away at the scarier bits, but you’d told her to look, and she listened in reflex. Once her heart rate began to slow, she could feel it: the burn of embarrassment as it crept through her. She’d managed to pull off an air of stoicism throughout most of it, and of course now, nearly at the end, she leans into you like a child. If she was hiding her face from fear before, she was hiding it from humiliation now.
“Abby?” You ask, your voice soft and lightly amused.
“Mhm,” She mumbles back.
“You scared, baby?”
She doesn’t answer at first; she just pulls back from you slowly. She doesn't bother to stop the slight pout that pulls across her lips. She tries to play it off, scoffing as though offended you’d even ask.
“No, of course not.” But she doesn’t sound remotely convincing.
“I can’t believe my big, strong, beautiful girlfriend is scared,” You insist, and you can’t help it- the light teasing tone your voice takes on.
“I am not,” She denies, huffs, rolls her eyes and looks away from you.
You giggle before you can stop it. The image of Abby, the fierce soldier, hiding in your hair, afraid because of a jump scare in a movie; it was undeniably absurd. It was also incredibly adorable. You scoot yourself forward until you're sitting properly upright. Cupping her cheeks, you turn her to look at you. She’s pouting still, her bottom lip jutting out just so, and for a second you consider kissing her just to bite it, tugging on the flesh and soothing it over with your tongue. Just for a second.
“It’s okay if you’re scared; I’ve been scared of this movie a bunch. I understand if it's too gory,” You try to reassure her, comfort her as she’d done for you earlier.
“It’s not the gore; we see way worse every day. It's all the ghost stuff.” She finally admits. Your eyes widen just a bit, surprised at her confession.
“Wait, you're scared of ghosts?” you question.
“Maybe”
“Abby, oh my god, why did you say you’d watch this movie with me then? Why didn’t you just tell me?” You’re totally caught off guard and a little bit offended that she hadn’t just been up front with you and told you from the beginning.
She tries to look away again, but you won't allow it, holding her face steady and slightly squished between your fingers. You share a pointed look her way, hoping to encourage her to be honest and answer you. She sighs a bit, huffing again, distracting you as your mind trails off to remark how adorable she can be when she’s pouty and shy like this. It’s a side of her you very rarely get to see, but you find it so incredibly endearing. She chews her lip gently for a moment, something she does when she’s nervous, and you’re even more distracted at the reminder of your earlier thoughts of her lips. Finally, she answers you, though.
“I didn’t want you to think I wasn’t brave, you know?” She confesses, her voice timid and woefully embarrassed. The sound of it makes your heart go soft, all teasing relinquished from you as you take in her earnest admission.
“My love, I would never for a moment not think of you as brave; you’re the bravest woman I know. Having fears doesn’t make that any less true,” you say, hoping your words can soothe her.
“I guess, I don’t know, it’s kinda stupid-” You cut her off, shaking your head. You let your hands drop from her face and hold onto her own instead.
“It’s not stupid at all! You wouldn’t think of me as stupid for being afraid of something, or as any less brave, would you?” You ask.
“No, I wouldn’t,” She answers without a moment's hesitation.
“Then why would I think that about you?”
She considers your words for a moment, taking them in, before pulling her hands away from yours to instead wrap her arms tightly around you. She pulls you into a hug, your face buried in her chest and hers nuzzled into your neck. When she eventually pulls away from you, her cheeks are faintly pink with blush, and a look of affection and adoration adorns her features. You take a minute to admire her; the blue of her eyes, the freckles doting her cheeks, and the pull of her cupid's bow. You reach over, grabbing the remote and flicking the movie off. Abby looks between you and the screen.
“Are you sure? I don’t mind finishing it. I know you were enjoying it,” She says, but you shrug it off.
“No, I’ve got a better idea of what we could do instead.” And as all your deviant thoughts come flooding back and you fist the front of her shirt, pulling her in to press your lips against hers, you feel assured that this is definitely a better way to spend your night together.
hii could u maybe write some smut w masc streamer ellie x femme reader where ellie forgets to turn off stream while they’re having sex or maybe get to the point where she realizes it’s still streaming midway, up to you!
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synopsis: it wasn’t uncommon for your girlfriend’s work hours to stretch out into the long hours of the night—something you were used to. but on the nights you need her bad, on the nights you’ve been laying in bed for half an hour wishing she was there to fuck you silly, your patience simply runs out. it doesn’t surprise you that she’s just oh so eager when you finally approach her—so eager, in fact, that one word from you and she’s abandoning her game for a taste of your lips, forgetting about her stream, and leaving her entire chat to watch.
a/n: thank u nonnie 4 the req!! ellie does end stream before things get too crazy just cause i can’t stand the thought of so many ppl watching watching but i hope u enjoy anyway! (also lets just ignore the way its the same five usernames)
tags: SMUT AND THE END!!, streamer!ellie, influencer!reader, ellie’s chat, public? sex, feral ellie, reader is a tease, strap usage, knee thing, ellie slut-for-a-nice-pair-of-tits-williams, dumbification(??), costreamer!dina, non-accurate gaming terminology
twitch.tv/smellie —LIVE: valo w dina!!
it’s been a few months since you started dating your secret girlfriend—well, “secret” in quotation marks.
you were pretty sure you could do basically anything and no one would be able to call you a couple unless you admitted it outright.
at least, until today.
ellie’s job kept her from you some nights. it was unfortunate, but it wasn’t anything new.
you knew how to take care of yourself.
but tonight? tonight was different.
maybe your bed was feeling extra cold or you were feeling extra needy—whatever it was, it had you frustratedly huffing out of your bed, hot and heavy after half an hour of trying to ignore the way your pussy clenched on air, wishing it was ellie’s fingers instead.
you’d decidedly had enough.
the hallway floor was cold on your feet as you padded toward ellie’s bedroom, one of her oversized band tees hanging from your shoulders, just barely grazing the tops of your thighs.
purple led lights seeped out past the bottom of her door as you drew closer, gameplay gunshots and frustrated groaning growing louder.
“ah, fuck!” you heard ellie curse from behind the door, followed by a faint “ellie, coming up on your right!” from dina’s voice on speaker.
the door creaks as you push it open.
“els?” you called out.
no response.
you watched impatiently as ellie’s eyes remained glued to her monitor, video game light illuminating her face, scrunched in focus.
gayahhbtch: L ellieswetsock: LL!!! carrotcaker523: wth bro elssmells: ellie brooooo everbb65: dina’s carrying so bad
“chat, if you don’t stop with the l’s i swear to god.”
“ellie.” you said, louder this time.
all she gives is a distracted “hmm, yeah?”
“you coming to bed anytime soon?”
“mhm, gimme, like, ten minutes. just finishing up this tourney, okay?”
you just stand there, appalled.
ten. ten whole minutes.
after you’d just waited half an hour.
oh there was no way in hell.
with yet another huff you proceeded forward, arms crossed against your chest, staying just far enough so that the camera couldn’t see you.
“ellie?” you ask.
an absentminded “mhm.”
“you said ten minutes half an hour ago.”
finally, she goes to mute her mic, muttering a quick ‘i’ll be back’ to the chat and dina before turning to you. “i know, babe. i’ll be there soon i promi…”
she trails off when she finally looks at you—well, at some of you.
her eyes find their way to your underwear, thin and lacy and just barely peeking out from under her shirt, and never seem to make it back.
yeah that was waaaay too distracting.
you can’t help but smirk at her reaction. “yeah?”
“i-uh…” she sputters, “i just gotta finish the game, baby, okay?”
“there’re like three rounds left.” she mumbles.
all that talk and not once did she look away from your panties.
this was gonna be easier than you thought.
“alright, fine.” you say, tone uninterested, though you lean in instead of leaving.
and ellie can’t help but look at you.
“i was really hoping you could help me out,” you say softly as her eyes flicker up to meet yours.
you glance down once at her lips before returning, whispering. “but i guess i’ll just go take care of it myself.”
you can practically see the gears turning in ellie’s head, a light flush creeping on her face, as she weighed her options.
as if on cue, dina’s voice perked up. “williams, you there?”
you watch ellie look back at her monitor. then back to you.
you keep your face close as you nod toward her screen. “guess you should go get that, huh?”
“ellie, we’re about to start!”
all it takes is a bat of your eyelashes and she’s scrambling to find her phone.
“ah, fuck it.”
satisfied, you watch as ellie switched her mic back on. “sorry guys i gotta go.”
you can help but smirk.
didn’t even make it two minutes.
“wha-in the middle of the game?” dina’s voice comes up from the other end, confused.
“yeah, i-it, it’s kind of an emergency.”
you can’t help but giggle when you glimpse the ruckus in the chat.
ellieswetsock: bro wtfffff carrotcaker523: WHYS SHE SO RED?? elssmells: BROOOO everbb65: LMAOOO ELLIE everbb65: wtf is going on 😭😭
“what-ellie—?”
“okay, bye! see ya for minecraft tomorrow!”
“ellie?? minecraft is on wednesda—“ click.
and with that ellie’s pulling you to the bed, her computer behind her long forgotten, even as the multicolor usernames of her chat continued to flood in.
to your credit, you were right. ellie was in fact down fucking bad.
so down bad that one word from you and she forgot about anything else—including her stream that she forgot to end.
the messages came in faster as your voices faded in—faint, but recognizable nonetheless.
a small “fuck-” slips past you as ellie practically pushes you onto the bed, face flushed like she was the one who’d been waiting all night.
unfortunately for you, ellie’s chat is pretty familiar with what you sound like.
ellielvr: wtf was that ellieswetsock: holy shit is that y/n?? carrotcaker523: OMG Y/N elssmells: nah they fuckin everbb65: WTF Y/N???
completely oblivious, ellie slots her body between your legs, head in the crook of your neck as she peppered down a wet trail of kisses.
you couldn’t help but smile at the unexpected eagerness, though you’re tilting your head back to accommodate anyway.
you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want this as bad as she seemed to.
“ellie, what’s with you?” you ask with a smile, fingers finding her hair.
she just keeps her lips on you, muttering a muffled “your fault, babe.”
gayahhbtch: BABE?? ellieswetsock: AYO carrotcaker523: ELLIE elssmells: are those kisses 😭😭 everbb65: BABE??? WTF??
“walk in here with nothing on.” she mumbles against your skin. “fucking evil.”
her eager hands make their way to your thighs, your ass, and you can’t help but whine at how good it feels to finally feel her touch.
you giggle a little when her hands slip under your shirt, already moving to take it off of you.
—radiohead. her favorite.
“i thought you-fuck-liked this-mm, this shirt.”
“i like it better off.”
but maybe that didn’t matter right now.
“mmh, yeah?“ you hum. “prove it.”
and that’s exactly what she does.
her face is in your tits the second she gets your shirt off, cold fingers pinching at your already stiffened nipples, eliciting high, whiny moans from your lips.
gayahhbtch: AYO?!??? ellieswetsock: HELLO WHAT THE HELL carrotcaker523: ELLIE elssmells: ur streams still on !!! everbb65: THERES NO FUCKING WAY
at this point chat was going at light speed, messages moving in faster than any pair of human eyes could manage.
people were no doubt beginning to talk—tiktoks, tweets, clips of your slip up already starting to circulate.
within a few minutes everyone had seen them—including ellie’s friends who, unbeknownst to you, were desperately trying to contact her.
the first time her phone rings, she shoves it back in her pocket without a second thought, not even bothering to check the caller id.
not even bothering to keep her eyes anywhere but on you.
just going back to bury her face in you, hands hungrily cupping and squeezing the swell of your breast like she’s obsessed, leaving you to arch into her, head thrown back, mewling out her name in high whines.
the second time it rings you pull away—just a little though.
“do you wanna get that-“ you ask halfheartedly.
ellie doesn’t even bother looking up.
“mmh-no.” she murmurs against your skin.
“you-ah-sure? could be important-mmh-“
finally she pulls away, just enough to look up at you. the look in her eyes tells you she’s hungry, starving. whoever was calling would just have to wait.
“i thought you were all eager to get fucked tonight, huh?” she asks, voice low, hands still hard at work. “you sure you still want it?”
“ell-yea-fuck.”
“use your words, sweet girl. can do that f’me?”
gayahhbtch: ELLIE?!??? ellieswetsock: HOLY SHIT??? carrotcaker523: WHY IS SHE HOT THO elssmells: ELLI UR STREAM everbb65: someone clip this
she wanted nothing more than to have you feel her in you, fuck you so hard you’d realize how sorry she was for leaving you all alone when she could’ve been—ring!
ellie’s phone buzzes for the third time.
you give her a nudge, brows raised in a silent ‘go ahead.’
annoyed, she finally goes to answer it, cursing under her breath.
she accepts the call. “ohmygod what??”
“ellie! your stream is on!” dina’s panicked voice fills the room, and suddenly it’s completely silent.
ellie stops dead, turning slowly until the monitor comes into her view.
to her absolute horror, dina was right.
there it was; her screen lit up, your tangled bodies blurry in the facecam window, chat’s messages coming in faster than she could see them.
oh fuck.
fuck fuck fuck fuck.
ellie practically scrambles to her desk, screen going black as she shuts the stream off.
her fans watching are left with a frame off her hunched over her desk, wide-eyed and flushed with embarrassment, as she hurriedly searched for the off button.
yeah, you’d have to shut off your twitter notifications for the next few days.
you watch, hand over your mouth, as ellie makes her way back to you.
“holy shit…” you scoff in disbelief. “ellie… ellie?”
to your surprise, she doesn’t stop to sit and crashout, to pause and bury her head in her hands and worry about her very possible twitch ban.
oh no, instead she’s crawling back onto you as if nothing had happened.
as if thousands of people hadn’t just heard her promise to fuck you like she really meant it.
in a blink she’s back to rubbing at your sides, face buried in your neck, as her breath tickles your skin.
“wha-still??”
“baby, please, i need you so bad.”
there was a quiver in her voice, barely there, but it told you all you needed to know.
your hands find their way back to her hair as you stutter an approval. “oka-yeah, yeah-okay.”
before you know it she’s back fully on top of you, swollen lips on yours, desperate hands holding your face close.
you can’t help a gasp when she slots her knee between your legs.
the contact has you seeing stars.
“mhm, yeah i know.” she hums into your ear, “i know it feels good, baby.”
you whine when she reaches down to pull your underwear to the side, fingers just barely grazing your clit. “you’re soaking fucking wet.”
you expect her to tease, to work you up till you’re on the brink of tears. but she doesn’t.
instead, she’s plunging two ready fingers into your already sopping cunt without warning, getting off on the way you took her in oh so eagerly.
a steady wave of cries leave your lips with every plunge of her fingers, nice and deep.
“you did so good waiting for me.” she whispers, every one of your needy moans like music to her ears. “m’gonna make it up to you, promise.”
you whine when she suddenly pulls out just when you get used to the rhythm, leaving your pussy to check on nothing one more.
“ellie-“
“mhm, i know baby. just hold on.”
to your astonishment, she’s slipping off her boxers, fabric moving to reveal the strap beneath.
has she been wearing that the whole time?
“w-when did you—?”
a smirk makes its way onto her face when she sees the surprise on your face. “i told you i was ending soon, didn’t i?”
and with that’s she’s pulling your soaked panties to the side, lining herself up.
pleasure shoots through you when she finally pushes in, the stretch nothing short of delicious.
your hands instinctively fly up to wrap around her back, nails digging into skin.
“been wanting to fuck you all night.” you feel her breathe against you, hot and heavy, as she thrusts in, pace mind-numblingly steady. “just got-fuck-held up.”
ellie’s strap is like magic, taking away every thought in that pretty little head of yours till all you can do is whine out her name.
she moans like she can feel you pulsing around her, “fuckkkkk. so tight f’me.”
your fingers dig in so deep she’s sure they’re going to leave marks. not that she minds.
she loves seeing you like this—all fucked out and needy, pussy soaking wet, as your lips wrapped around the shape of her name on an endless loop.
“mmh-ellie—!”
“just take it, yeah?”
every whine, every fucked out cry, only spur her on further. she can feel you getting close, and she’s dead set on making good on her promise.
you’re moaning even louder when she picks up the pace, lips latched onto one nipple while a hand tends to the other.
the sensation is almost too much.
the pressure in your abdomen has been building steadily since she first fucked her fingers into you, and it was only a matter of time before you snapped.
“el-ellie—!” you cry out in warning.
“mhm,” she hummed, grip on your body grounding while you lost yourself, “cum for me, baby. i got you.”
a broken moan rips itself from your throat when you she pushes you over the edge.
you’re left arching off the bed, eyes rolling to the back of your head, as ellie fucks you through it.
“yeah, that’s it,” she groans, “take-ffuck-take it.” that little quiver back in her voice, like it’s all too much for her too.
her thrusts slow when your moans settle down, body resting on yours as she lets you pull her close to your chest, labored breaths beginning to even out.
you give a soft whine when she presses a soft kiss on your lips, pulling away as her hands return to grip your hips.
confused, you mumble. “wh-?”
“mhm?” she hums in response, eyes fixed on your entrance as she pulled out slow, causing you to gasp. “i promised i’d make it up to you, didn’t i?”
“yeah, but-“
“you don’t wanna go again?”
well, you didn’t say that.
she chuckles at your silence, “that’s what i thought.”
and suddenly she’s pulling your ankles to the edge of her bed, sinking down on her knees, strong hands pulling your legs apart.
“just sit back, baby.” she plants a kiss on your inner thigh.
okay but thinking about dealer!abby who has been watching you from across the room at some shitty frat party. and as always 18+ freaks only here xx.
the room is dim, the music noise complaint worthy and there’s too many bodies all packed together in the small living room. a smoky haze fills the air and it smells like sweat, tequila and bad decisions.
you’ve lost track of where your friends went, how many drinks you’ve had, or even how long you’ve been there—because the only thing you can focus on is how she’s been practically undressing you with her eyes from across the room. and the fact that you like it more than you’ll ever let on.
you knew her reputation around campus, heard the rumors of how she liked to leave girls high and dry. but none of that really seemed to matter now, not when she’s looking at you like that. like she wants to take you apart with her mouth and worship you for hours.
but she hasn’t moved from where she’s been perched on the sofa in the back corner of the room, or made any move to come approach you. it obvious she’s working, has been all night. but even when someone approaches her, money in hand—her eyes never leave you for a second. not even when she reaches into her jacket and hands over their sin of choice.
you can’t lie though, it does make you feel special.
because you’ve seen how she normally approaches women at parties, the way she’d walk over, that cocky smirk on full display as she leaned in real close to whisper filthy promises in their ear. and yet, she hasn’t done that with you, not once, despite the many opportunities she’s had to all night.
but as the party starts to wind down and the crowd slowly thins out is when she finally makes her move—only it’s not in the way you’re expecting.
abby lifts a freshly rolled joint to her mouth, her lighter flickering to life a second later. the butt ignites a cherry red when she inhales deeply, her eyes practically sparkle with amusement as she holds your gaze. smoke billows from her plush lips as she cocks her head to the side and motions you over with the curl of a finger before patting her upper thigh.
