I Am About To Puke.

this is SOSOSOSOSOSOOS GOOOOOODDDDDDD

CAM GIRL

pairing: modern!ellie x camgirl!reader

a/n: so nervous to post this. i didn't want to write a full fic, so this hc kinda thing happened. anyways, lmk what you think...

warnings: smut. mdni. -> sex work via live cam/stream. onlyfans/patreon/etc - no site is stated specifically, stripping, toys, masturbation (reader & ellie), exhibitionism, toys, toy riding (reader), strap-on use, dirty talk, hints of dom!reader, even smaller hints of dom!ellie

[dialogue = purple for ellie, blue for reader]

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thinking about ellie dating a girl who cams...

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"ellie, i wanna be really clear with you about what i do before we... you know?" "date?" "yeah. i just don't want any secrets where my job is concerned."

imagine her reaction when you first tell her. the way her eyes were half intrigue, half envy. on one hand, she thought it was incredible; the confidence you had in your own body and what to do with it. on the other hand, the confession from you caused her to grow more possessive. she felt almost sick, knowing that people all over the world were logging in to their profiles with only you in mind.

but that was at the beginning. after several months, pride swelled within her. you were making a lot of money through your sessions online, made clear by the fancy clothing, lingerie, even the apartment you'd bought for yourself. she could also tell that you enjoyed what you did. it made you feel confident and beautiful, and those feelings bled through to your sex life with ellie.

"fuck, i love your tits so much. love seein'm all beg to touch." "but only you can, els. c'mere and get them all wet with your pretty mouth."

"mm, babe, you like watching my ass when i fuck my toys, don't you?"

sometimes she worried about 'trolls', but you reassured her that you had a few moderators who would bat away any unsavoury comments before you could see them.

"see? if anyone says anything overly disgusting or offensive, it gets removed." "ever had to report or block anyone?" "mm, only a handful of creeps have made my blacklist."

then it was a couple of years into your relationship, and nine out of ten times when you were cam-ing, ellie would come over, either by yours or her own invitation.

"i'm live in 20, you can come over if you're quiet." "and what happens if i'm not?" "you wanna find out?"

"hey, i'm bored, you live? can i watch;)"

she loved to watch you, and you absolutely revelled in it. even your regular viewers had started noticing how you seemed to be even more enthusiastic than before. you wanted to impress ellie, despite already knowing how much she desired you.

when ellie came over during a cam session, you would make sure to put in the most effort with your look for the night. you would wear ellie's favourite colours, slap on a little extra makeup, and put on your best show.

"you were on fire tonight, princess."

"do you have glitter in your cleavage!?"

"you should do the war paint more often. it's hot."

"fake tattoos tonight?" "yeah, it was a request from a my best tipper... you like?" "hurry up and i'll show you how much i do."

ellie would be just out of shot, laying back against the pillows on your bed, one leg crossed over the other. she could never take her eyes off of you. she adored how you changed your voice just slightly on camera; still confident, but with an edge of shyness.

"y'all like the lace tonight, hm? i'm not quite sure if it suits me... tell me what you think, should i keep it or..."

her eyes travelled all over your body as you danced along to the beat of whatever song was playing gently in the background. and then, when it had been a few minutes into your show, and dollar signs started popping up on your screen, you reached for whatever item of clothing you were going to slowly, torturously remove. from that moment on, she was locked on you, following every glide of your fingertips over the straps of you bra, the soft material of your panties, or the thin lace stockings.

ellie always praised you for a good show when it was over. and whenever toys were used, she'd clean them for you, and on the occasion that you actually came for real after using said toys, she would offer to clean you up too. she'd bring you warm pyjamas and a hot drink and mentally congratulate herself for pushing away the urge to jump you after what felt like hours of teasing.

"god, that was so hot."

"you need water? your favourite snacks are on the side over there, too."

"els, help me up out of this mess, please. ugh, the fake spunk is so sticky." "wanna take a shower? maybe create some real mess?"

sometimes, she couldn't hold back, though. on most cam nights, she would be clenching her thighs and biting her lip, watching you with a wetness forming on her boxers. but she couldn't always hold back from touching herself. she'd watch you lifting your tits into full view of the camera, squeezing them and giggling at the comments that followed. then you'd push them together, wait a moment for more tips and then start to pinch at your hard nipples.

"mm, yeah, feels so good. should i pinch harder? want me to lick them for you darlings?"

eventually, inevitably, she'd end up sliding one hand into her underwear, the other fisting the sheets. as you bounced up and down on one of your silicone cocks, moaning out appreciations for the tips that flooded in on the screen, she'd reach her throbbing clit. her gaze would be glued to your slick hole that wept around the toy as you moved, and she'd match your rhythm on the toy with the circles she traced on herself.

when you first saw her doing this, you weren't surprised at all. in fact, it made you that much more smug and turned on, resulting in less of a need to fake your arousal for the people watching. you'd pretended to the camera that you were turning your head to bite your own shoulder, but in fact you were mouthing encouragements for her to fuck herself faster over a wink and a smirk.

"faster, babe. just like that."

"edge yourself, el. better not come until i'm done here."

then there was this one particular night. ellie had two of her fingers deep in her cunt, while you rode a thick, veiny fake cock that took several pumps of lube to sink down onto.

you'd bought it with only your girlfriend in mind. though, of course your viewers were impressed with it, too.

"ooh-oh-oh, i need it f-faster. you want me to go faster... huh loves? gonna need your help then."

it was her favourite colour, and you'd made sure it attached pefectly onto your shared strap harness. it also came with a companion toy that was a little smaller, but could also attach to the harness, so that ellie could have her own pussy stuffed as she - hopefully, if your little scenario panned out - pounded into you once the camera was off.

of course, this is exactly what happened. you couldn't stop trying to get a look at ellie as you heard her little pants. she was trying to stay as quiet as possible, and watching her slap a hand over her own mouth, muffling her pleasure as she got off to you, only made things worse. you sped up your movements for a few seconds, opening your mouth and letting out an exaggarated moan. you then licked your lips, smiling at the camera as floods of tips came in, a bunch of water emojis flickering on and off. you bid everyone goodnight, promising to be back again the night after next, then ended the session.

"fuuuuuuck yes! mmmm!"

"fucked me so good. thank you, sweethearts. go grab yourselves some water and i'll see you next time. buh-bye, huns. mm."

then you turned to ellie, her hand stilled in her boxers. you slowly pulled out the toy and then pushed it all the way back in with a groan. you watched ellie's eyes flash at the obscene wet sounds your pussy made. once more you pull the glistening toy out, so slowly that it draws out impatient whines from the both of you. you rub the head of the toy around your folds, spreading the glistening wetness all around your waiting entrance.

"did you come, babe?" "uh uh, saving it all for you tonight, love."

"want you to fuck me so hard that i won't be able to move." "fuckin' hell. come here, now!" "need one more thing."

you reach down to your 'cam box' and take out two things. you first toss ellie the harness, which has the smaller cock attached, something you'd gotten ready earlier. then, you crawl between her already spread legs, and make a show of attaching the still-wet toy, your pussy clenching at the sight, greedy for it to be back inside you.

"put it on."

"was thinking about you filling me up the whole time tonight. need it now." "gonna do it. gonna make it so you can't stand."

several times after that night, you'd jokingly discussed ellie joining you on your site.

"if you made me gush like that on live, we'd make so much, d'yuh know that?" "maybe, but i don't want anyone else seeing you like that. all fucked out and dribbling from you gorgeous little pussy. no, baby. that's a show only i get to watch."

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if you're after more modern!ellie x cam girl!reader ->

CAM GIRL DRABBLE (ellie helps you film)

CAM GIRL: SPECIAL GUEST (part 2)

your header cracks me up

lets make out like rn

d- do you think villain katski would be into cnc with his lil bunny gf

haiiii nonnie! and yes ofkurs I do!! I kept thinking about this and I also came to the conclusion that villian katsuki, despite his reputation, would be willing to do anything his precious bunny gf desires! the problem is that I think as a bunny, u would be sooo bad at pretending u don’t want him!

pairing ꒱ katsuki + bunny hybrid reader (f) / warnings ꒱ cnc + rough sex + degradation + tiny bit of spit ꒰ cunny + bunny cunt /slut ꒱ / 18+

you just act reflexively, bunnies are not meant to be deceptive and cunning creatures!! they’re honest beings! every emotion you feel is easily identifiable.

even if you look scared, your snowball fluffy tail shaking and your floppy ears are a giveaway of your actual excitement. bakugou just thinks it’s freaking cute despite the fact that you still couldn’t even do your part :( bakugou on the other hand knows exactly what to do!

he makes you run around a crowded forest with prickly bushes and trees so you both would be hidden enough from potential prying eyes. he told you to wear something flimsy for easy access, and so you did. 

he hunts you like a predator, watching you carelessly frolic around. he strikes when you least expect it, catching you by surprise. he pushes you down on the cold ground to rip your panties off from under your skirt. he turns your body over to spread your warm ass cheeks to look at your rim and your glistening pussy. the cool air caressing your exposed lower half encourages your center to pulse. you weakly push and claw at him while he presses you firmly in the earth. 

“get off of me!” you scream, a small fist hits his hard and sculpted chest. he spits on your cunt and unfazed from your retaliation, he growls.

“gonna fucking ruin you, bunny.”

your knees dig into the dirt. you hold on to the small twigs that snap beneath your palms, while he holds your hips with great strength to insert himself inside. bunny girls are always so wet and creamy, so there wasn't much resistance besides your unbridled attempt at pushing him off of you.

“my cock is gonna rip your tiny little cunt.” from his vantage, he makes out the image of your puffy lips split around his shaft, leaving a trail of wetness as he thrust. 

“you shouldn’t have been out here out alone.” he chuckles darkly in that same goad tone he uses when he corners a pathetic hero. his words trigger your body into overdrive. you're more soaked than usual, feeling it pool just under your butt. the battle between your mind and body conflicted you as his cock continues to spear you.

you have to try harder to resist, your no has to be firmer, but the gruffness in his smooth and cocky expression made you squeeze around his cock tighter. his thick body on top of yours, the visible and obvious difference in size and strength, how his fingers dully marks you all encourages your attraction.

you almost prop your ass up for him higher until you remember what was actually supposed to be happening. bakugou aware of your mistake sucks his teeth.

“dumb bunny,” he mutters, but still he keeps going.

“no one can hear you scream.” his unoccupied hand aggressively squeezes your breast. he yanks down your blouse to free your nipples. “cute fuckin' tits.” he digs into the flesh of your breast. he thumbs and circles the puffy and flat surface until your nipples raise under his finger tips in excitement, until their taut and swollen.

he trails his hand down until it hovers over your beating cunt.

“I wanna use this pussy until you start crying.” he lightly pulls your nub between his thumb and pointer. a stream of slick escapes dousing his length as you abruptly flinch from the suddenness .

“might even take you home and make you my personal bunny slut—just so I can use your leaky pussy whenever i fuckin’ want.”

use me. yes, please use me, is the only thing in your brain, but you bite your tongue.

“n-no. don’t touch me. my boyfriend will be really mad!" you exclaim. you feel nervous as your mind blanks. how could you possibly concentrate when your pussy was roughly fondled and stuffed.

“oh yeah?” he slows his pace only just by a bit, intrigued by your outcry. “whos your boyfriend?” he asks.

you pause for a second to think. “he's a big a-and scary villain and he’s really strong too!” red half lidded eyes peer down at you. bakugou displays a broad grin, seemingly pleased from what he heard.

“so you're gonna tell your big and scary boyfriend how you let me violate you, hm?” he hums. “how you let me hit it raw?”

while kneeled, he leans back slightly on his calves. with his hands still on your sides, the shift forces you even deeper on his cock.

“only cuz you made me.” your accusation comes out slurred as you bounce your ass on his lower abdomen. 

“i made you? if that’s the truth why are you dripping on my cock like a messy whore?” he guides your movement with such effortlessness that you couldn't fathom it. the whirs in your brain stop turning and moans spills from your mouth instead of a reply.

“see, just look how dumb you are on my dick.”you knew you couldn't keep pretending for much longer. not when he pulls your bunny ears and ball of a tail while he fucking you.

“wan' more,” you weep and bakugou moans unusually loud from your helpless demand.

“haah—god, fuck, you’re not supposed to be enjoying this, baby.” his pants are coming out deeper.

“I’m supposed to -ah- supposed to be defiling you, ruining your innocence. t-try to act more fuckin’ scared, would ya?” his veiny hands holds you down while he hammers into you. his thighs meeting yours and his balls thumping against your mound.

“I’m sorry, suki.”

bakugou gets rougher with his thrust, his weight now crushing you as he strikes your insides with his thick cock. the hand on your tail then binds your wrist as he gets closer to cumming . he moves faster until wind is just an echo of the impact of skin colliding.

“cummin- fuckin’ cummin in your bunny cunt.”

tongue flopping out of your mouth and body extra sensitive to his fucking, you cutely prattle. “y-yeah. like it s’much when you violate my cunny.” bakugou likes it a lot when you talk dirty like that. 

“yeah i know you do. i know you love it when i fuck that pretty pussy.” now he starts to babble because its dizzying. you're dizzying.

when he does release, of course it’s inside of you. when he pulls out his softening and cum dripping cock from your cunt, he takes the tip of his thumbs to separate your engorged and wet lips. just to watch the cum drip out of your hole on to the dirt. with your ass bruised and lovely outfit dirtied; it’s the prettiest his bunny gf has ever looked . even when you're pathetically wiggling your ass at him with pleading eyes.

“suki, more please?”

he just looks at u like this >.>

he's justa tiny bit grumpy bc he thinks you gave in a little tooo easy, but the good news he's always willing to try again :p

You are the young, newly-widowed spouse of the foolish and disliked noble who started this devastating war at the border; when a mix of common folk and soldiers drag you from your bed you are already resigned to whatever fate they have chosen for you. You are dragged out in your sheer silk nightwear and forced to your knees in the mud of the main road. Glancing up you see the figures opposite, the enemy, the great hulking orcs your husband angered. Above you, you hear frantic talking - frantic, useless. None of you speak their tongue.

Finally, in desperation, you crawl forward and bow your head, pulling your hair aside to bare your neck. Surely that cannot be misunderstood. You are willing to give your life for peace. The townspeople are hardly going to let you live either way.

(You are the chieftain of an orc clan reluctantly drawn into this skirmish as a matter of honour, and when the humans drag out a small, helpless one of their own and offer it you hesitate. It is dressed in silk and wears jewels at its neck and throat, which means it is important. As grotesque as the practice is to you, your sense of pride, you know they often exchange hostages between themselves. You glance at your second, who visibly rolls her eyes but nods. Any excuse to go home.)

The orcs do not kill you there and then, but take you; you cannot tell yet if that is a mercy or a misfortune. You are bound at the wrists and ankles and flung over an orc soldier's shoulder like a sack of grain, and passed between many of them during the journey. In their own language they joke and laugh as they pass you over, sometimes pinching at the bare skin of your thigh where your clothes have hitched up.

At their camp you are deposited in the tent of the chieftain. You have heard rumours of what they do with captives, and between being ravaged until broken or eaten alive you do not know what to hope for. You merely lie there, limp and trembling slightly, until you hear the sound of someone entering. The hulking orc chieftain looks at you, tusked face unreadable, then drags you upright by a fistful of your hair to briefly press a flask to your lips. When you have gulped nearly all the water he drops you, grunts and leaves. He does not return to the tent the entire night. You know this, because the low buzzing terror in the back of your mind doesn't let you sleep.

(You hardly know what to do with the little thing. Your comrades say it is easy to carry but odd, it is full grown by the look of it but doesn't struggle at all or even try to bargain in its babbling little language. Maybe it is unwell. You order it placed in your tent and give it water yourself, but it shows no more signs of life, dull-eyed and staring at nothing. You decide to let it sleep and go back outside to drink until you pass out under the stars and the warm summer skies.)

On the second night you are taken to a river before camp, and following the example of those around you, you wash yourself; as you return to the riverbank you find your clothes gone. The orcs watch you, even the smallest of them half-again your size. You swallow your fear and walk naked back to the chieftain's tent. Once there you lower yourself to your hands and knees on the bedroll, bare skin still damp from the water. You cannot stop him from taking you, but perhaps it will hurt less or be over faster if you comply.

The orcs chieftain makes a brief, almost hissing sound at the sight of you, but does not leave this time. Their hand brushes across your back and you can feel their claws retracting. They touch and inspect you like a prize hound and you keep your eyes to the ground, tears of shame welling up. Then he presses two large, blunt fingers inside you, and you brace yourself. He fingerfucks you lazily for a minute or so before suddenly growling something you don't understand and turning you on your back, so you scramble to reposition yourself and hold your legs wide. He cradles your face in both his hands as he slowly sinks his swollen cock into you, larger than you think you could ever take and stretching you painfully yet unable to look away from his face. Your husband used to force you to look at him like this only when he wanted to watch you cry, so you brace yourself for the firm hold to turn into hard slaps that leave your ears ringing.

(The little thing washes with the others and you are approaching the tent with an armful of fabric in what you hope is close to their size when you are hit with the unexpected sight of them uncovered in your tent, positioned as any orc begging to be bred would be. You have to smother a gasp and restrain yourself; it has been too long, and little thing's fragile shape and delicate features are somehow all the more appealing for their strangeness. But you were raised well, taught that all parties must agree before partners bed each other; you don't know their tongue to ask them. You seek permission from their body language instead, first touching their back, the curve of their ass and leg, then with tentative fingers in their soft tight little hole. They do not flinch or try to flee, and they wetten for your fingers. Surely you can continue? Forgetting yourself you ask out loud.)

You wait to be hit. It doesn't happen. You wait to used rough and hurt inside; it doesn't happen either.

The looming figure of the great orc warrior above you moves with an almost incongruous care, pressing into you slowly and then simply resting there until your body becomes accustomed enough to his huge cock that he can start to move without tearing you. It's almost as if his gaze on your face is tracking the small hitched breaths or softening of your expression to know when he can begin to carefully thrust. Yet that makes no sense to you. Men have never used you so gentle, why would a savage orc do so?

He is big enough it does hurt some little but that sensation is soon overwhelmed by another, unfamiliar and disorienting; a low heat building your abdomen, a curl of pleasure that makes you whimper. Another growl comes in response, so you try to quieten, but his expression - it is so hard to read, so different, but he does not look angry.

(You are confused and troubled, but the tight heat of the little thing is so perfect around your cock. They are acting like a new prospective mate, taking your body like a mate would, but when you watch their face to try and find the answers you'd normally seek out loud there is something missing. You fuck them very gently, as such delicate pretty things should be treated, and forget yourself enough to apologise out loud when they whimper. You promise them in words they don't know that you want to make them feel good, you will stop if they struggle even once, that they are safe with you.)

The orc chief finishes with a single deep thrust and you can feel your abdomen swell with how filled you are, a little of their cum already beginning to leak down your thighs. He pulls away and you instinctively curl in on yourself, protective - the sound he makes in response is urgent but more distressed than angry. He paws at you to uncurl, look at him again; as you tilt your face up and force your body to relax he huffs and lowers his great head between your legs. Before you can even process it his rough tongue is on you, and you can feel the smooth dangerous weight of his tusks against your inner thighs. The rush of banked pleasure is equally unexpected, as he coaxes a climax from you that leaves you shaking. Afterward you are gathered up like a doll in his arms, and for the first time in three days actually believe you may be safe. Very, very, tentatively, you reach for his face and pause halfway in question.

(The little thing flinches only afterwards, but it does flinch and you immediately fight back a rush of guilt and worry. Rank be damned, the clan will not stand for taking any person unwilling, even a human one. You try to comfort them with small touches, check their face for signs of what's wrong. They are unreadable. You check between their legs and can tell they did not quite find pleasure yet, so quickly duck your head to correct it. Perhaps that is what was wrong, because when their body responds they do not flinch away from being held close. They even reach for your face, and after you nod encouragingly they trace their tiny fingers over the ridges of your skin and kiss nervously at the smooth curve of your tusk. You thrill, but say nothing; maybe they have no idea what an intimate gesture that is. You just happily nestle close.)

You were the young, newly-widowed spouse of the foolish and disliked noble who started this devastating war at the border; now, it seems, you are claimed by the warrior chief who bested him and the bedmate of a mighty orc who is gentler with you than said husband ever was and - slightly endearingly - buries his face in the crook of your neck with a low rumbling sound not unlike a purr when sleepy and post-coital.

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imma be SO inappropriate rn

You can trust him, he's a good guy...

I chaaaanged my look!! I'm not really active here until recently and I just felt it's high time i started interacting on Tumblr more since my semester exams are gonna end soon 🧟

when you think of it, there's nothing more attractive than body hair.

sneak peek of my personal revision poster !!! I'm memorizing the Silicate subclasses!!!

Sidenote: Did yall know that Emeralds and Aquamarines are basically variations of Beryl?

(sawry im a nerd)