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pairing(s) — camboy!MITCH MARNER x camgirl!reader word count — 3k

note — uh so yeah <3

recommended viewing — heathers (1988) and VHS (2012) recommended reading — 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐎 and 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖𝐒

bingo squares and additional content warnings under the cut.

bingo squares — home movie, exhibitionism, group sex, risky location, and (pseudo) group sex additional content warnings — cameos...bc cameo lol, public sex (a literal audience), unprotected boinking + creampie, some reach-around finger-bang action, unprotected coitus + cum play bc mitchy is nasty, praise kink influencer!mitch — "content, baby, content!" (name that vlogger lol), brief past phone sex (kinda? idk you'll see), discussion of sex work and the selling of items

MITCH MARNER IS BEYOND ANTSY.

He wants to leave, and has since you arrived. You wouldn't be hard-pressed to assume enduring the company of his teammates was physically painful with how he's been behaving.

You have an inkling as to why, and you know your hands aren't exactly clean in that respect, but it's his lack of time management that should bear the brunt of his ire, not you.

You left more than enough time for him to get his dick wet. 

Brooding like a hormonal teenager, he haunts the far corner of the room, glaring at you over the rim of a glass you know he hasn't touched all night. Morgan's in his ear, but anyone can tell he isn't listening just by looking at his pinched expression and hard, detached gaze; Mitch's been too busy glowering to allow even a little fun to bypass his sour mood.

Which is precisely why you're ignoring him. Instead, finding conversation in Matt, who's in town for the weekend.

The more Mitch pouts, the more you tease—he should know that by now.

You're halfway to the kitchen for a refill when your boyfriend finally corners you. One second you're walking down a deserted hallway, and the next you're trapped between the wall and Mitch's heaving chest.

His eyes have gone a deep shade of navy, and that's all you need to see to know you've fucked up.

If there's one thing Mitch hates, it's being denied attention. Namely, yours. 

"I'd say it's time to call it a night, wouldn't you?" he growls lowly into your mouth. 

You’re more marionette than person at this moment, bobbing your head along with his every whim, wholly transfixed and with no real thoughts of your own. It's dizzying how much power he can exert without doing much at all. He could get you to agree to anything.

Never in your life has submission felt this innate or this safe.

And it isn’t often Mitch gets like this. Usually, only after he’s been away for a while or you haven’t had much alone time; tonight both are at play.

Hunger rolls off of him in giddy waves. Breakers that don’t spill or curl; the energy piles up until it has nothing left to do besides compress together. Albeit, far too late to be elegant or uniform. The tempestuous emotion hurtles rapidly to your shore, slamming into you without care or warning. Hypnotic is a word he suits best in this state.

Someone fakes a cough a few paces away. Your heads snap in the direction you came, only to find three figures idling in the entryway.

Mitch grinds his teeth. "Can we help you?"

"No need to cut the evening short, Mitchell," Auston teases through a shit-eating grin, undeterred by his friend's burgeoning tantrum. Mitch doesn't answer, so Auston presses on, "What? My guest bedroom not good for a movie star such as yourself?"

"What, you three what some kind of live demonstration? Fancy yourselves an in-studio audience?" Mitch snorts too quickly and the realization hits just as fast. "You can't be serious."

Had he taken a moment to think about anything besides his raging hard-on, he might've noticed the way your thighs squeezed together at the thought of putting on a show. Or, heard the little whimper you couldn't catch before it got loose.

It's an idea you have been toying with lately, having been a mutual fantasy for some time now, and this is as good an opportunity as any.

Better than most, actually, if you take into account the added risk that comes with bringing your romantic relationship out of the shadows. With more eyes on you as you than ever, Mitch isn't the only one who needs to proceed with caution anymore.

These are people you know and trust, and who are already privy to your unconventional side hustle.

Willy shrugs. "It's not like it'd be the first time we were there while you two were going at it."

Physically, it would be but virtually? Denial would be an outright lie.

Your boyfriend is to blame for that bit of ammunition.

"Jesus, fuck, Mitch! Are you playing with your eyes closed or something? Because it sure as fuck looks like it." 

"It's not my fucking fault, alright? Can't fuckin' concentrate with all her whining and shit," he spat back into the mic.

The intensity of his defense made him thrust his hips, accidentially jostling you in his lap, which just made you whimper louder.

He didn't spare you a second glance.

The lewd squeak was poorly muffled by his neck and, as much as Mitch loved to bitch about how distracting your sounds were, this was exactly why he wanted to be buried balls-deep while he played with the guys.

But that wasn't the half of why he insisted you stay put.

Mitch may be territorial as hell, but he'll never pass up an opportunity to have his ego stroked or to flaunt what luxuries he has at his disposal.

These virtual escapades are like open season for that shit.

Every compliment was more his than yours. Praise for your obedience was truly kudos for his firm hand. Each envy-laced remark, whether it be laden with degradation or brimming with flattery, went straight to his head and to his cock. And, best of all, they had him to thank for the small taste of a heaven they could only dream of.

Win or lose, every game resulted in a night that rendered you speechless and incredibly sore—he loves attention that much.

"Fine," he relents, more aroused now after his trip down memory lane. "You can look, but you can't touch. And don't even think about sweet talking her or bullying me into it. Got it?"

“What’dya say, baby? Should we give the people what they came up here to see?”

Sheepishly, you nod. A pitiful whine matches the pout you wear, impatient as ever.

His reply tickles your ear. The low chuckle is surprisingly airy for a sound burdened by the weight of his smugness.

Ever since he got his hands on your heart, your boyfriend's been inclined to... pomposity. Mitch needs the world to know it's his palm you reside in. He wants the credit he's owed for the spectacular state of disarray you become whenever he's present.

Occasionally, the ego of it all drives you up the wall. But, it's difficult to knock someone down a peg when they've earned every right to be on their high horse.

Not that you're complaining; he's hot when he's cocky.

At the foot of the bed, Mitch frames your body with his thighs. Yours are parted narrowly, only enough for a hand and some wiggle room, but your crowd of three isn't starved for visual stimulation in the slightest.

What you'd put on not two hours prior now sits on the dresser opposite you neatly folded.

Mitch rubs a few fingers over the budding mess between your thighs and, even though the touch remains central to the source, the last garment standing diffuses a delicious tingling sensation. It's minimal, and to an infuriating degree—enough to kindle the fire in your belly without ever risking a premature finale.

Your knees knock together in frustration, but they won't stay that way for long.

Mitch wrenches his hand out from between your thighs, completely ignoring the way you whimper at the loss. He pulls your legs apart with both hands and hooks each one over his knees, leaving your feet dangling outside his.

“You keep them spread, yeah?"

Again, you nod. 

Now is not the time to push his buttons.

Mo runs a hand over his flushed face. “Fuckin’ hell,” he laments.

The damp patch, now verging on translucent, stands in stark contrast to the bright, creamy cotton. A pretty, little satin bow sits demurely above the drop of sweetness no one but Mitch will ever taste again.

Mitch is just as eager as you are. You can feel it on your skin; in the erratic rhythm of his heartbeat; in the effort behind his breathing. But, most obviously, in the bulge burrowing into the small of your back. Which is why, when his deft hand slips beneath the thin waistband to curl into your heat, it comes as no surprise.

He doesn't linger, much to everyone's disappointment.

Mitch is quick to dispel the new gloom blanketing the room, though, holding the evidence of your enthusiasm up to the light as if raising the Cup.

A thick combination of horror and delight burns shallowly under your skin as he slowly separates them, revealing the full extent of your arousal as it hangs proudly between the chuffed digits.

“Showin’ off for my friends?” he chides, though it's clear he couldn’t be happier about the sticky display.

You mewl in response to the light mockery.

And now it's just as evident how badly the three men standing against the wall want to alleviate the growing pressure below their belts.

However, they won't because they can't. 

Mitch wants to be able to see their hands—both of them, at all times.

"They're being so good for you, aren't they? So quiet and polite; got 'em their best behavior for you, baby."

The stage whisper makes Auston scoff and Willy groan. Mo seems to have gone mute.

Ignoring them, your chin dips. Mitch huffs his amusement.

"But have they behaved well enough to earn a treat?" —and before you give him yet another nod, he specifies how he'd like you to respond: "Words, baby. Let them hear that pretty voice."

You comply in a series of choppy whimpers, "Y-Yessir... s'good... They've been s-so good—more than enough."

You plead on their behalf as much as your own. 

Mitch moans into your ear, unhinged and primal, and immediately rucks down the ruined material—one half of a matching set—until they hang off one ankle.

It's taking every ounce of self-control to not flip you over and take you face down ass up; Mitch is enjoying this demonstration of power that much.

The blood pumping in your ears drowns out whatever reaction Mitch's teammates had to seeing you bare and on display, but simply knowing they're there, watching with undivided attention, sets your skin ablaze. 

"I always have to stretch her out before we can do anything fun. Doesn't matter how long or how often I've been fucking her—or which hole. Without fail, my girl tightens right back up like she's brand fuckin' new."

At a gingerly pace, your boyfriend tugs back the soft, subtle hood covering that tender, oh-so-sensitive spot. He lifts the curtain, unveiling the bundle of nerves like the work of art that it is, watching as it pulses for attention. His free hand frames your weeping folds before spreading them open. Though, this early on there's not much to see. And it would be hard to if there were, considering what a mess you've made already. The finishing touch comes from Mitch's hips, which nudge yours in a silent demand for an upward tilt that yields an unobstructed view of both needy, flexing holes for the audience.

"—and I never get sick of breaking her in all over again."

At their wide eyes and slack jaws, Mitch preens. He's delighting in this torture, never having had something they didn't that was worth coveting. Still, regardless of how high Mitch gets off the attention, his generosity has its limits.

The hand petting your clit abandons its post in favor of venturing further south. Mitch absorbs the full-body jolt his mild prodding elicits while continuing to circle the pretty pucker, though never breaching the taut band.

"This little one—it doesn't come for free, and it doesn't go for cheap, either. I can tell you that much right now, boys."

For a bit, mitch plays with you to his heart's content. Still withholding what you want most, but somehow managing to keep you more than satisfied.

But, eventually, your boyfriend begins taking requests from the live audience the way he's done in the past cam shows he has participated in.

"Show us how many that needy cunt can take at once." (Morgan)

—Tonight, three. But the real answer is all of them—thumb included.

"You're doing all the work. Make her fuck herself on them." (William)

—You do a decent job...until your legs give out under the demands of exertion with little to no leverage. Mitch resumes control seconds before your lower extremities begin tingling, a precursor to the eventual numbness that will undoubtedly render you useless.

"Oh, c'mon. I know she can take it harder and faster. Don't hold back, Mitchy." (Auston)

— You can; you do.

...and when you can no longer resist succumbing to the unbearable tightness just below your navel, ruthlessly coupled with his thumb swiping over your swollen clit, you convulse violently in Mitch's steely grip. Your limbs thrash with all their might just to make the most of what little autonomy they've been allotted. A heavy downpour of tears stream down your cheeks, collecting beads of perspiration as they go.

“Goddamn, your tears are even prettier in person," Auston remarks, awestruck.

Willy softly mumbles something to the effect of deeming you an angel and Mitch snorts, knowing that couldn't be further from the truth; you were putting on a show in more ways than one.

“A fuckin’ star—that’s what she is," he's quick to correct.

You're still entrenched in the aftershocks of your first Mitch-induced climax in over a week when he abruptly removes his fingers in favor of spreading you open for your adoring fans.

On the surface, pulling your outer lips apart with his thumbs a second time seems purely for the benefit of a spectator. However, in further exposing such sensitive, delicate skin to the elemets, Mitch is doing you a brilliant favor. The wetness clinging to you like a second skin chills considerably.

At a certain point, you can't discern which shivers belong to these escalations and which stem from the peak you're still reeling from.

Your boyfriend peers over your shoulder, slightly envious of his friends' vantage point, to watch your puffy opening constrict around nothing.

He smirks with his lips pressed to your neck. "Even after all that, this greedy hole still isn't satisfied. You guys done nothing to earn more, but she's too damn inviting to resist."

You're three orgasms deep and verging on incoherent when Mitch finally lowers your limp form over his hard cock, and he finds immense satisfaction in how easily you come apart for him once again. Before he even bottomed out.

A few sharp thrusts with his hand around your throat, his arm firm in the valley between your breasts, and your body milks him like it's after his very soul.

But unfortunately for your poor, overstimulated pussy, he is far from finished with you...

"Y'did so good for me, always so fuckin' good, aren't you? Now stay still for me, baby, just for a second."

You nod and do as you're told, mostly because you can't do much to the contrary even if you wanted to. An overwhelming mix of too sensitive and almost numb has incapacitated you. You're too strung out for that, too far gone even for words. Everything is fuzzy; your mind, senses, and vision.

Physically, you aren't faring much better. Without Mitch propping you up, you fall back onto the sheets with a faint sigh. You're vaguely aware of what's happening and why, but aren't in a state to be much help.

Lucky for you both, Mitch loves to play creative director.

Your boyfriend gently configures your body the way he needs it in order to get the best stills and a few clips to GIF. Mitch bends your knees, placing each foot flat a few inches from your ass, mindful of keeping your knees wide. Enough so that your folds are forced apart naturally just the way he likes, but without causing you any unnecessary discomfort.

Soon, you're splayed open again—Mitch and his camera join the sea of spectators—your swollen cunt on full display as the evidence of your tryst dribbles out onto the duvet.

"Uh, what... What're you doing?" Willy asks, perplexed.

At least, you think it's the winger. You can't be certain, ot with your head still somewhere amongst the stars. 

"What does it look like?" he huffs in response, clearly annoyed by the interruption to his artistic process.

There's more murmuring across the room. From what you can gather, you surmise they're taken aback by how casually this aspect of the job is unfolding, how easily Mitch slips between roles; from run-of-the-mill boyfriend to seasoned dominant, to professional content creator, and back again.

It's something you yourself have thought about on more than one occasion, but never at length.

"Alright, that should do it," Mitch says mostly to himself before leaning down to address you, one hand cradling your jaw while the other brushes away a stale tear. "Now's the hard part."

You can almost feel the triple dose of concern radiating from the far corner. You'd chuckle to yourself if it wouldn't make you look crazier than you already do.

Your boyfriend isn't wrong; this next part is the hard part. 

It's funny how your perception of something can change dramatically depending on the context in which it happens. For example, right now, Mitch is sliding ruined fabric up from your ankle for the express purpose of soaking up everything that's fast escaping; you're too spent to keep it squeezed in.

When he does this just because he can, the overt display of dominance makes you borderline feral. But when the intent is to create a product for profit, it's far from enjoyable.

Hence the whine of discontent presently bouncing off of the walls of Auston Matthews' guest bedroom.

Mitch is quick to soothe you, "I know, I know, but we gotta get 'em ready to ship out tomorrow, baby."

He knows you'll stop complaining once it starts to dry. Once the chill is no longer so harsh or foreign on your sensitive skin. After it tightens, Mitch knows what you'll beg for. His greedy girl always wants more. Especially when she's freshly marked and unable to think of anything but him.  

"What? No party favor?" Auston asks, the words bleeding sarcasm. 

From between your still-quivering thighs, you catch Mitch rolling his eyes. "I'm sorry, did you tip my pretty girl nearly five grand last week?"

Auston balks, head wagging. 

Mitch gloats.

"That's what I thought. No cash, no panties." 

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[jensensfanfic]

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...

—

"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."

—★•°°•☆°••°★•°°•☆°••°★—

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

CAM GIRL DRABBLE (ellie helps you film)

CAM GIRL: SPECIAL GUEST (part 2)

#mine #my writing #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #camgirl!reader #the way i am terrified rn looool

[sugawarassoulmate]

i would be interested in a pornstar or camgirl reader actually! Of course it's up to you, but I really liked your virgin content and the whole kenma boss baby nonsense from a while ago 😭 I like reader being the experienced one and then just a feral virgin boy 😈 he's not her first but he'll be her best <3

tbhhh i like the idea of camgirl!reader (who might actually be a virgin irl since she never actually performs with anyone else)

i feel like iwa would end up simping for a camgirl (bc he has a "saving woman" complex that he can't help even tho a camgirl doesn't need saving) but i feel like i've definitely read that before LMAO

kenma and hanamaki also give me camgirl simps LMAO like kenma has all the money to send to a camgirl and is always getting shouted out in her streams meanwhile makki spends what few scraps of cash he has left so he can stay subscribed to his fave OF baddie 😭

#asks #camgirl!reader #💌

[writers-ex]

ok but imagine roommate gp!yuna walking in on camgirl!reader in the middle of her stream and punishing her go being a dirty whore 🤭

-🧸

ahhhhh like yuna comes back from a long from day at school and sees all the lights off except from the one in your room, she opens the door to ask you about dinner and finds your legs spread open holding a dildo in your hands, sweaty face you quickly try to come up with an excuse for yuna only to have her throw the dildo from you and turn off your stream, pulling her pants down her dick teases your entrance as she teases you for being such a dirty little slut all this time while she was sleeping in the room next to you when she could’ve been helping you get off this whole time, filling you up when her cock she makes you scream her name and get drunk off the feeling of her inside you that you start drooling, before yuna cums she pulls out and wets your face with her juice making you lick it off her tip which leads to you giving her a blow job- 😩 later yuna finds your old videos and starts to get creative about what you could do for your next steam before she suggests to join you on one of your streams

#gp!yuna #gp!itzy #g!p yuna #g!p itzy #yuna hard thoughts #yuna hard hours #🧸 anon #itzy hard hours #itzy hard thoughts #itzy #camgirl!reader #yuna headcanon #yuna smut #itzy smut

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

for TTT can i get tim x reader🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 i’m okey with everything🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

"Hey beautiful," Tim said, "Were you waiting for me?"

He felt some of the tension leave his shoulders as he watched you get comfortable again. He wondered if your setup was in your house in a spare room. He doubted you slept on a fainting couch. Or that the opulence of the room was your personal style, even if it was your branding.

"Of course," you hum, stretching lazily, "How could I not?"

"It's getting pretty late there, sweetie," he tutted, "I'm sorry I forgot about the time difference."

"I took a little nap earlier," you reassure him, "When I got your request I figured it was important."

"Such a sweetheart," he praised. "Looking so pretty for me and staying up so late-"

"Tim," you breathe, smiling teasingly as you bat your eyes at him.

"Let's start with my favorite toy, huh?" he said grinning, giving you a wink. "Gotta get you all warmed up first. This- this might take a while."

"Anything for you, Timmy," you purr, adjusting something on your camera set up to give him a better angle... Tim liked seeing your cunt weeping and stuffed full of toys sure. But when it came to a show, he wanted to see it all. And you were happy to oblige.

"Anything?" Tim chuckled.

"With as much as you pay me," you tease, crinkling your nose. "What did you have in-"

"If I paid you enough, would you come see me?"

"Like-"

"Like as a date," Tim clarified.

"A date?"

"Yeah," Tim said, "I think it would be fun."

#Tim Drake #Tim Drake x reader #camgirl!reader #ask answered #minors dni

[agentdilfhotchner]

the camgirl!reader fics hit every damn time 😮‍💨🙏🏼

#criminal minds #camgirl!reader

[onestepbackwards]

Asggg

What if cam MC started taking guests as long as they fill out certain requirements

oh good lord their viewers would be rushing to get theirs in

Imagine if ingo became a guest on your next stream

Emmet noticing that the man on your stream sounds familiar

FKSKFKFSKFSK You and your mods do thorough background checks, and you nearly lose it when you notice several viewers who are long time watchers and donators live in the same region as you. You decide on one who had been rather polite for your streams, and privately dm him if he would be interested in joining you for a guest show.

His answer is almost instantaneous, and he seems rather ecstatic! You and your mods take that as a good sign. You pick a date, and invite him to stream with you at a hotel. You tell him the room number and when to show up. You also explain your mods will be in a neighboring room, so if anything goes wrong, they have a key and can get in. Otherwise, it will be just you two. He agrees. Meanwhile, Ingo feels like his heart is about to break out of his chest, it’s beating so hard. He had been at work when you messaged him, telling him you had chosen him. He had sent a request to be on the stream on a whim, right when you had started a stream. He didn’t think he’d actually win the spot. His head is already swimming with scenarios. But best of all, he’s going to get to actually meet you and fuck you. He bites his fist at his desk, and gripes his phone tight. He’s already incredibly hard thinking about it. Come to the date, you have already set up in the hotel room. All your equipment is ready. You are slightly nervous, but excited. You had some toys brought in to try out, in case your guest wanted to use them. You even broke out the pretty black lace outfit said viewer had gifted you. It went so well with your mask, and given the occasion, you couldn’t not use it! Ingo shows up to the hotel late in the evening, but still somewhat early for the occasion. He has a small overnight bag, and heads towards the room you sent in his messages. He had even taken the day off for this, giving Emmet some lame excise about seeing a friend of his online. Wasn’t a whole lie. The whole way there, his heart is hammering in his chest. He’s never been more thankful for his poker face until now. When he knocks on the door, he only has to wait a few seconds, before you open it, and greet him. Ingo can feel his breath catch in his throat. Even though you have a mask on, and are wearing a robe, it’s you. He nearly is at a loss for words. You invite him in, and he quickly follows you inside. Internally, you are screaming. One of the famous Subway Bosses watches your streams?? And wanted to spend a night with you? It didn’t help you found both brothers incredibly handsome. Especially after all the streams where you dressed up as them, and imagine them fucking you- It hits you. Oh Arceus he has seen your streams. He probably knows you have warn a little outfit based on his uniform. He knows you have gotten off to the idea of him and his brother fucking you. You have never been more thankful for a mask. Ingo carefully sits down of the bed, looking just as nervous as you. You give him a smile. “I didn’t expect a Subway Boss to watch my streams. I’m honored!” You told him, forcing yourself to relax. Ingo’s face went bright red. “Y-Yes! I hope that’s okay?” He asks. You laugh. Despite his intimidating face, you can already tell he’s a sweetheart. You are going to have fun with him, you can tell. “Yes. That’s perfectly fine by me.” You tell him, and sit next to him. You run a hand down his arm, and he tenses. “And I’m especially looking forward to tonight. I hope you are too.” you tease. Ingo felt like his soul was leaving his body. You then stood up, and grabbed something from a table. When you returned, you handed it to him. He was slightly surprised to see a mask. It was black, and completely covered his whole face. It seemed like a lot of detail went into though, because it looked somewhat based off your own. “Don’t worry, the shots won’t have too much of your face anyway, but I though you’d appreciate having it. Especially seeing who my special guest is for tonight.“ Ingo sputtered, before managing to squeak out a thanks. “Just relax, okay? Tonight, you can be whoever you want with me. It’s all just for fun!” You tell him, and Ingo can feel himself relax already. Be whoever he wants? For you, he can do that. When you start stream later that night, your chat is a bit more lively than usual. People were excited to see you get fucked, and see the surprise guest. You greeted your viewers like normal, and next to you, stood a man. He was incredibly tall, and he practically towered over you. He wore a simple dress shirt that was unbuttoned down to the middle, and simple black dress pants. “This is my guest. He will be helping with the show!” The man in the mask simply tilted his head. “Greetings.” You then grinned at the camera. Time to get started. Meanwhile, Emmet was frozen. He had gotten off of work early to watch your special guest stream. He was disappointed he didn’t make it as your guest. He would have given you an amazing time! His cock bullying it’s way into your tight, warm cunt. But alas, he didn’t win the draw. However, he was staring gobsmacked at the man in the room with you. He knew that voice. He knew that frame, that posture. There is no fucking way- He reached for his phone, and texted Ingo. When he didn’t get an immediate response, he called. No answer. Ingo’s words earlier suddenly rang in his head. “Sorry Emmet. I’m taking today off, remember. I’ll be meeting with an online friend for the day. Don’t wait up for me at home.” Emmet’s grin tightened. That lucky bastard-!

#pokemon #submas #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #ingo x reader #emmet x reader #submas x reader #nobori #kudari #spicy stuff🔥 #nsft #smut #camgirl!reader #ask #r0-boat #zed.writes

[onsunnyside]

I’m just thinking about how JJ would cum in your panties and make you wear them the rest of the day

this is so 😵‍💫😵‍💫:

JJ loves the thought of you being covered in him. He loves coming on you, your pretty face (that only gets prettier when it’s covered in his seed), your used holes, or your tummy. He thinks of it as claiming you in the dirtiest and most intimate way. It was his idea to take things one step further: “Just for today, baby. I won’t ask for anything ever again.” You knew that was a damn lie. “Don’t you wanna feel me for the day?”

He whole body erupts in shudders, ragged breaths fluttering from his raw bitten lips as he fists his length, aiming in the gusset of your panties. When his high topples over, he braces himself on the wall with a groan. His head falls into the crook of your neck as his cum spurts out against your mound. It’s so warm and thick, your mouth waters. You feel it filthily dripping down your skin to your cotton panties—there’s so much, you’ll definitely feel him for the day.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he pants, repeating the pet name like a broken record. “Baby, baby, baby, I love you so fucking much.” He messily kisses the side of your neck, his blond hair tickling your cheek. “Always such a good girl for daddy, you make me fucking crazy.”

me thinks this is perfect for camboy bf JJ x camgirl!reader ✨the hottest and sleaziest couple in OBX✨

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[ameliora-j]

modern eddie running a twitter porn acc...

he definitely does. it’s all videos of him jacking off and you guys are mutuals and one day he dms you to do a collab and you guys start a joint account and post your videos and and and now i want this 😵‍💫

#nani’s angels 👼🏽 #fanmail 💌 #nsfw.nani #eddie munson #camboy!eddie #camgirl!reader

[cutelittlepurplesouls]

Bunny and Clyde - by show-your-fangs

NSFW

Sugar Daddy!Hotch×BAU/camgirl!Reader

You've been working as a cam girl for years to get yourself through college, but what happens when you start working at the BAU and it just so happens that your boss, Agent Hotchner, is one of your customers.

#criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #x reader #hotch x reader #sugar daddy!hotch #camgirl!reader #aaron hotchner x reader