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...
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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]
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."
ellie fucking the reader with her pistol because i am DROOLING. send cheap therapy referrals.
cw: gun fucking (? is that a real thing?), object insertion (a pistol), smut, dirty talk, dom!ellie, mean ellie?, this is NOT soft, kinda dubcon elements?
you were laid bare on ellie's bed, her strong hands forcing your thighs open. you'd had her mouth twice already, but she was far from done with you. her frame hovered between your legs, still fully clad in her patrol gear. your slick painted her face.
"needed me so bad, practically jumped me when i walked in the door. such a little slut," she said condescendingly, tilting her head to the side. "what do you want from me, huh?"
propping yourself up on your elbows, you whined, "i'd take anything you'd give me, ellie."
"anything?" she queried, the corner of her mouth raising.
"anything," you breathed.
she growled, "you might regret saying that, sweetheart."
she landed a slap to your dripping cunt, not enough to hurt, but enough to send a jolt through your body (your clit still calming from your previous orgasms). a moan escaped your lips at the harsh contact.
ellie reached behind her, pulling out the pistol that was tucked into her jeans. she held it lazily in her hand, inspecting it with a smirk. you let out a small gasp and she looked at you through her lashes. "ellie..."
"shhhh baby. you said you'd take anything i give you, right?"
you nodded tentatively.
"then be a good girl for me and open your legs wider."
you did as you were told, sucking in a breath. "ellie, you're not gonna put that thing in me, are you?"
another slap to your clit with her other hand, making your back arch.
"you don't think i know my way around a gun?" you shook your head 'no' fervently, stuttering over 'that's not what i meant!' before she cut you off. "then stop whining."
ellie didn't break eye contact as she pressed a kiss to the barrel of her pistol. your eyes widened as she brought the gun closer to your core, the muzzle pointed directly at your pussy.
you tensed as the cold metal ran through your folds, slick making the barrel shine. "ellie-"
"what, can't take it? you said you'd take anything i gave you. did you lie to me?" she didn't stop sliding the pistol through your folds. "'cause you know what happens when you lie to me."
you couldn't bear the idea of ellie punishing you. somehow, it would end up being worse than this. you could take it. "no. no, i can take it. promise."
ellie grinned. "good girl."
you knew ellie would never, ever hurt you. in fact, she'd waste no time in draining the life from anyone who even touched you. but as she began working her pistol into your tight hole, there was something in her eyes that quickened the pace of your breath and made you a little more tense.
"that's it, baby. takin' my gun so good," she said when she fit the entire barrel inside you. at least she had the decency to keep the trigger out of your cunt.
you couldn't help but let out a moan as she pulled it out and back in, the cold metal a glorious contrast the heat of your pussy. "fuck, such a slut. you like when i fuck my pistol into you?"
the only reply you could give was a moan as she picked up her pace, working the gun in and out.
"could kill you right now. you know that?" your brows furrowed as she brought her other hand up to your clit, toying with your sensitive bundle of nerves. she hummed, "yet you're still gushing on my gun."
the fire in your core was building, the pistol spearing into you at a bruising pace. you couldn't even feel shame about nearly finishing on her fucking gun. you just wanted release.
"ellie, fuck," you moaned. "so close."
"cum on my pistol, baby. c'mon, show me how good you are for me."
that fucking smirk was plastered to her face as the coil finally snapped and sent waves of ecstasy through you, the gun drowning in your juices. your brows furrowed and your chest heaved, hips bucking to meet her thrusts.
ellie worked you through your orgasm. "knew you could take it." as you came back down, she pressed a kiss to your clit, both of you moaning as she slowly, slowly removed the gun from your cunt, strings of your cum following it. you flushed at the sight.
ellie's eyes met yours as she brought the side of the glistening pistol up to her lips, licking a broad stripe up the barrel, moaning. your eyes went wide at the obscenity of it. she chuckled.
you threw your head back, catching your breath as ellie crawled up to you, pulling you into her side. "did so good for me. my good girl."
your chest heaved, "ellie, i can't believe you just fucked me with a fucking gun." your hand moved to rest over your heart, beating out of your rib cage.
she chuckled. "baby, look," she said as she brought the gun up to your view, opening the chamber. there were no bullets inside, and there was no magazine.
"you think i'd fuck you with a loaded gun?" she laughed again. "silly girl."
"oh my god," you groaned, hands coming up to cover your face.
her voice got softer, "you know i'd never do anything that might hurt you."
"just be proud that i trust your judgement enough to let you fuck me with a gun, loaded or not."
she grinned, "you liked it though."
you bit your lip and avoided her gaze. "yeah...i did."
note: should i make separate taglists for joel and ellie? i feel like some people on my tlou taglist are on it for ellie and some for joel. what do we think?
I want to be Ellie's sunshine reader and ride her thigh as she calls me a good girl and teaches me to get off for the first time 🫦🥺
think i just came. thank u for that
but can you fucking imagine
shit, no one's ever gotten you off sweetheart? no one's looked after you? can't believe not one single person has taken care of this sweet cunt the way you deserve-
she's tugging you down over the muscle of her thigh, rocking you back and forth and you start moaning immediately, unaware that your body could even feel like this, there's a slick smear on her skin and ellie can feel her pussy fucking throbbing at the sight, knowing she's the first person to see you like this. all wet and needy and whining for her
so pretty riding my thigh like this, like you were made for it yeah? fuckin' gorgeous-such a pretty girl, oh shit look at that-look how goddamn soaked you are-bet if I lifted you up you'd just drip straight onto my thigh wouldn't you baby?
her hands are on your hips and she's leaning back against the headboard, trying to ignore how wet her own underwear is getting from the sight of you. she couldn't draw her eyes away if someone broke down the door right now, can't look away from your satin form, naked and writhing and bouncing over her as you chase the pleasure she's so readily giving you. she's keeping one hand on your hip and reaching the other one up to rest over your throat gently, not squeezing just laying there and she's mumbling maybe another time yeah? when you've grown into a good little slut for me huh? so instead she drags it down, gropes at your tits as you whimper for her and you can just feel so much, the drag of your clit over her skin, her deft fingers tugging and pinching and pulling your tits and how your hole is just aching for her, needing something
yeah I know, I know sweetheart, need a lil bit more don't you-you feelin' empty without me? thinking about my fingers in that cute little hole? bet you're so fuckin' tight, gonna have to work you open won't I? sure you won't complain if we do this a few more times will you? need t'prepare you don't I-already such a good girl f'me it's not gonna be a problem though is it baby?
you're whining out that no els no s'not gonna be a problem whatever you want whatever- and she's practically drooling at the absolute vision you're painting for her. ellie's gently pinching your nipple again before dropping back down to grab your hips once more, leaning up a bit to rock you faster, press you down more forcefully and flex the muscles in her thigh and grinning like a cat who got the cream when you drop your head back and moan so loud and unashamed just for her
that's it-yeah just like that, grind your clit on me like that-yeah I know you're all sensitive but I'm gonna make you come baby, just a little more, oh baby exactly like that-swollen little clit rubbin' so nicely on my thigh isn't it? doesn't that feel so good? better than anyone else could make you feel I bet-oh god sweetheart look at this-look, dripping all over me aren't you-shoulda put a goddamn towel down-do that tomorrow yeah? I'll put a towel down and spend a nice long time working you open-bet I can get at least a few fingers into you can't I? I'll make it work, gonna open you up so nicely for me baby-spread you open and watch that adorable little hole clenching round my fingers-
