Today’s prompt selection was: Webcam, Figging, Cages. I went for the one which I have – of which I have only one! So, get ready for the one, the only, webcam scene, that I literally uploaded only yesterday so this is very convenient.
This one’s from an Overwatch fanfiction, but I honestly don’t think that’s important to read this excerpt. Or, quite frankly, the whole fanfic. Or nearly any of my fanfic especially anything episodic – I like establishing characters, so don’t fear. Or do, I dunno.
Anyway, this vaguely involves people!
Fareeha: Also known as “Pharah” (pilot callsign), she’s the MC of the piece. She has been almost violently simping over a fellow pilot (Tracer), and it turns out that Tracer was involved already, with Emily. However, Emily… doesn’t mind that one bit, and has been teasing Pharah with a whole lot of explicit stuff up to and including blindfolding Tracer and then having sex where she knows Pharah can watch them. And then blindfolding Tracer and inviting Fareeha to a threesome with them both (Tracer knew that somebody would be there and be involved, but did not know – and still does not know – who it was)
Lena: Also known as “Tracer” (pilot callsign), she’s a bright and cheery and completely oblivious lesbian who Fareeha thirsts over. A lot. She’s not in this but she’s mentioned.
Emily: A redhead who really loves teasing. Anyone. Herself included. She knows Fareeha likes Tracer and is more than just cool with it.
This story is set in a future timeline of our own world, at least roughly speaking. Circa 2070s.
This scene involves two women masturbating on camera together, with references toward a third woman who is dating one of them and pined after by the other; references toward a threesome and things being semi-furtive.
If you want to read more of this you can go here and read it for free on Ao3. This scene is from Chapter 12.
If you don’t like the sound of what you’ve heard, stop reading – or, at least, don’t complain. Or if you do complain, know that I’m not going to give that a lot of weight.
After the break is some good old-fashioned (ish) webcamming!
The light, tinkling noise drew Pharah slowly from sleep. Gently, into soft confusion.
It was her phone. Not her alarm, though.
The problem was that it wasn’t actually her phone, or rather not the phone she was used to; Winston’s replacement was great, but it brought with it some changes, and one of those was the ringers and notifications and such. New defaults, and she didn’t yet recognize them all instinctively.
Someone was calling her.
The realization hit Fareeha suddenly, sending her sitting upright in bed with a jolt, eyes flying wide and covers thrown free as her arm slapped out to the side to grab the phone. In bleary sleep reflex and not knowing how long the ringer had been going off already, Fareeha checked nothing at all – didn’t look at who was calling, at how, at whether it was through the phone’s base functions or an app or whatever else. She just hit the green circle without even seeing whether it was audio, video, or something else.
Video, as it turned out.
A choked snort of a noise flew from her nose as the phone’s screen lit up, showing something that was for a brief moment very confusing to Pharah’s wakening brain that still half-believed it was running through an emergency bug-out drill and was trying to mentally locate her boots before she ended up halfway across base without them again.
Legs?
Fareeha shut her eyes firmly for a second as the phone made a soft noise, one that her ears recognized even as her mind-fog didn’t process it – a moan, she did realize a moment later, a soft plaintive and almost pleading, near-whimper of a moan.
…and legs. With a hand between them. Moving.
Her eyes darted into the corner where the caller’s icon lingered small and half-hidden, and she snorted another laugh as she did, stretching and yawning. “Morning Emily. Think you might’ve been aiming for Tracer’s number.”
A rough groan flew from the phone’s impressively lifelike speaker, sending a slight shiver down Pharah’s forearms as Emily raised her knees a bit on the screen and her hand continued its gentle shifting.
It couldn’t exactly be seen, but at the same time was inescapably clear, and Fareeha felt a gentle tremor slide down her spine to join up with the tingling between her own legs.
“Why would you think that, love?” Emily’s voice drifted over the speaker, laden with heated breath and intensity. “Gods around, I was just laying here thinking about how good you looked that night – how you tasted on my lips! Ugh-” she trailed off into a long, mewled groan that sent shivers rippling underneath Fareeha’s skin.
“Glad I could help,” Fareeha half-whispered, her voice a little thready but improving when she cleared her throat with a rough chuckle, “and/or my apologies, I guess?”
Emily laughed through a moan. “Bit of both, love. Should’ve figured out by now I’m just that tad greedy – and I know, it’s only fair I tease myself at least as much as I’m teasing you and all, but still. I just want you here so badly, gods- I want to lick the sweat from your skin, I want to bite your shoulder and scream your name into as I buck and shudder underneath you, ReeRee- d’you wanna join me here or are you just in a watching mood right now?”
Emily ended her question by flipping the camera around to her face with a giggle and a wink, a grin – wearing lipstick, eyeshadow, blush that Pharah hadn’t been able to see before, and it underlined a sort of oddity about the whole thing.
Had Emily gotten dressed up for this? Not dressed, rather, but prepared: it made it seem date-like, and there was no mention of Tracer which seemed slightly off too. There had definitely been flirting alongside, and a lot of it. More than that, too – but only ever with Tracer there. Either directly and immediately there, or at least as a very nearby tangent, but this time other than Fareeha’s brief mention on picking up the call Tracer hadn’t been discussed at all.
It felt different, in ways that Pharah couldn’t necessarily list out loud, but neither could she exactly ignore them.
“Just- what, you and me having some fun together?” She chuckled slightly, a sort of tension building in her gut underneath the heat that was stoked on by every one of Emily’s soft moans that drifted from the phone’s speakers, every motion of Emily’s hand shifting between her legs now that the camera was pointed that way again.
“What I was thinking, yeah,” Emily giggled again before lifting her hips up from the bed with a soft groan.
Of course, she’d asked Emily about stuff with Tracer. It was harder, though – or maybe impossible – to ask Tracer about stuff with Emily, without giving away the whole game. Briefly she debated it, sending off a message along the lines of “Emily’s hot” but the thought of anything beyond that filled her with too much anxiety to even consider properly.
Instead, with a firm swallow, Fareeha took the easier opportunity she had, asking out loud instead. “So uh… Tracer’d be fine with that? With- I mean, I don’t know, I know we’ve already done stuff, but it just feels a little different… just you and me.”
Emily laughed, but it started to trail off oddly after a second or two and then the camera swapped around to show her face again. “Hold on.” Emily’s eyes narrowed slightly, blue-grey eyeshadow glittering in soft lighting. “I thought you said you liked my video? You did watch it, didn’t you?”
“W-” Fareeha pressed herself back into her pillow, away from the accusatory narrow glare on the phone, although it looked more teasing than actually upset. The main problem was that for a few seconds she couldn’t even remember what video Emily was talking about, before the swimsuits popped into her head: Emily trying on various swimsuits, brazenly and unexpectedly naked between each one, and she’d been talking throughout which had made Pharah curious.
Curious, but she’d also forgotten to ever watch the video off of mute.
“Yeah, I did, a bunch of times actually, but-” Fareeha swallowed heavily as she approached a confession that she suspected was going to result in some teasing. “Never with the sound on, though.”
Emily let out one soft, seemingly surprised huff of a laugh, her eyes widening a little. “Oh. Well- alright. Suppose that one’s on me not being more specific, and… never let it be said I’m a coward I suppose even frightening as it might be – I like you, ReeRee. I mean you can listen to the video,” her eyes narrowed slightly with the word listen, “if you want to hear more, but- long story short I’ve got it pretty bad for you and I want to be with you, not just you and me, but you and me certainly alongside whatever else – and, actually, erm, thought we already were,” she admitted with a soft blush before clearing her throat and carrying swiftly on. “And Lena love’s fine with it, I’ll guarantee – or if she’s not, that’s my mess-up to clean, but she has been before and I know she is with this even though I haven’t said your name of course. That’s… presuming you are interested in just me, outside of things with her?”
Fareeha’s gut twisted a little as Emily smiled and shook her head slightly. “If- um, if not, suppose I’ll offer my apologies and immediately hang up the video, but-”
“No.” Fareeha shook her head, not wanting to interrupt and still slightly reeling but also not sure if she could stand the tight, schooled sort of smile on Emily’s face: the completely natural looking and absolutely fake smile of someone saying they were fine because they had to be rather than because they actually were, and she was pretty confident that Emily wouldn’t force her hand in anything. It wasn’t that she was afraid Emily would start lashing out if rejected or anything like that.
She just couldn’t stand looking at that face anymore. “I- I don’t want you to hang up,” Pharah clarified, breathing a laugh as Emily’s face split into a wider and more genuine grin. “I- I mean I can safely say that I’m a little blindsided here, but- I think you’re cool, and obviously hot, and- yeah, I like you too.”
It felt good to say it. Relieved some tension that she didn’t even realize she was holding, twisted up tight in her gut; it unfolded into something bright in her belly that made her giggle, and of course she thought Emily was hot. She’d thought it from the beginning in a way – Tracer’s girlfriend sure is beautiful, Tracer’s girlfriend sure is attractive, Tracer’s girlfriend sure is a merciless tease and it’s great – but it was a little different to think separate from Tracer. Emily’s beautiful, Emily’s attractive.
Different, but nice.
“And I mean obviously I’m not gonna pretend she doesn’t exist or anything,” Emily shrugged, then smiled widely. “Oh, and while I’m on the subject, I heard about your birthday party for her. The gift? That was absolutely lovely, love. She doesn’t much like her birthday which is why I always make sure to spend it with her, but you…”
Emily giggled again, smiling brightly with a single tear streaking over one of her cheeks. “Exactly what I meant when I told you to take care of her for me. Plus, you know, maybe give ‘er a rough shag every now and again.”
Fareeha barked a loud laugh which cleared away the beginning thoughts of tight throat and potential tears, happy for the well-timed joke to distract her away from sentimentality. “Well I might have to actually say something first,” she grumbled before sighing roughly, “but I know I’ve gotta do that at some point anyway, so…”
“Think you’ll probably be happier if you do,” Emily pointed out with a rough sigh of her own, but one that sounded a little different. A little more charged, a little more heated.
Fareeha looked levelly at the screen for a couple of seconds, pursing her lips thoughtfully. Then, she cleared her throat. “Emily. Are you actively masturbating while we’re having this conversation?”
“Mmm…” Emily’s eyes shifted to the side evasively as she smirked, before the camera swapped around and leaned in toward the crux of her legs to show two fingers sliding slowly in and out of herself. “Not sure. Might need a hand figuring out?”
“Sure that’s what you need a hand with,” Fareeha laughed, feeling the heat in her gut soak in the sight like contraband alcohol poured over a bonfire. “What’s it like to be insatiable?”
“Think I could ask you the same,” Emily purred as her hand picked up pace, “and you should know it’s bloody terrible love! Especially when I don’t have your talented tongue here to help me out with it!”
“It misses you too,” Pharah sighed, shifting a little more upright in her bed and letting a hand drift down over her own body, fingertips tickling at her belly and feeling a bit like gasoline poured onto the fire.
“Well we’re both right bitches for keeping them apart then,” Emily whined, and Fareeha let out a soft groan as she slid a fingertip overtop of her sensitive clit.
Maybe she wasn’t exactly insatiable. Maybe she was, she couldn’t really say; she knew that she got worked up, she knew that if all else was equal she’d probably get off at least once or twice a day – although, sometimes, when things were stressful or particularly active, she might go a couple of months without anything much at all.
Or, she might end up doing exactly the opposite. She remembered one series of missile attacks that spanned a few months where she’d ended up developing carpal tunnel in two fingers, causing some fair degree of confusion for the medical staff.
Maybe she’d gotten a little reckless with herself over the past couple of weeks as well, a lightly stinging tingle greeting her finger and sharpening the groan that came out of her throat, but not enough for it to feel bad. Just enough for it to serve as a bit of a warning to herself to take it easy.
“Fareeha.” The screen flipped around again to show Emily’s face. “Are you actively masturbating while we’re having this conversation?”
It only took a couple of seconds of tapping at the unfamiliar screen layout in order to activate the other camera, and Fareeha threw off the blankets and absolutely failed to follow her own warnings as she sank a pair of fingers deeply into herself with a rough shout. “Not sure. Might need a hand figuring out.”
“Well stop shaking the camera so bloody much and let me get a good look at it,” Emily huffed heatedly, her voice carrying telltale notes of giggling laughter as well as she seemed to set her phone off to the side on a mount which must have been waiting – the screen showed nearly her whole body, from her grinning face across the freckled chest where her now-free hand groped tightly at a breast, over her pale and freckle-spattered belly to where her hand worked swiftly between her legs and down as far as her knees.
“You definitely prepared for this,” Fareeha hissed, the thought adding fuel to the heat in her gut: it made her feel wanted, desired. It made her feel like Emily wanted her, and wanted to put on a good show for her, too, which sent an especially fervent thrill rippling through her gut. “Feels like a bit of a waste to let good work just go away… do you think we should record this for posterity? Given that we’re, you know, officially together now.”
“No, I think you should record it so you can crack one off to it every night and every morning,” Emily groaned a chuckle, her whole body rising like a tidal swell coming into a bay, “and I wanna hear from you when you do.”
A moan filled her throat as much as her fingers filled herself, and it felt every bit as satisfying. It only took a few taps for Fareeha to start the call recording, and a notification popped up to tell her the phone’s rolling memory had everything back to the start of the call.
Then, she noticed something else – something Winston had demonstrated previously when showing off the phone – and tapped at one of the controls before setting the phone down on her nightstand.
Emily’s image projected out of the screen in front of her, holographically projected, along with a small simulacrum of an old-timey film camera complete with canisters mounted to the top. It reacted to Fareeha’s touch, intangible but moving as she pinched and repositioned, and Emily gasped in surprise and let out a laugh.
“Sorry, I was prepared? You’re the one with the bloody holo-suite!” Emily giggled, reaching out to tap at her phone with a grin before laying back. “Mm, and now I’ve got something to do every morning and night, too…”
“I can think of far worse things to do every day than you,” Pharah sighed, settling back into the mattress and returning to her ministrations as Emily giggled.
With both of them having freed up both hands, it was even better – Fareeha groaned as her free hand wrapped in her own hair, grasped at her breasts, rubbed a thumb over her firm nipples. She gasped and moaned as Emily stroked her hand teasingly over her own body on the screen, words following along with her hand, ambitiously trying to tease with one hand while the other frantically plunged two fingers in between her legs – so swiftly at times that her hand almost blurred.
They traded promises, desires, and more – ranging from the simple like Emily moaning “I want you so bad,” to the excessively specific, such as when Fareeha Emily out through gritted teeth “I need to take you back to those showers, push you back against the wall, and eat you out until you can’t fucking walk anymore,” or Fareeha insisting “I want to bring you down to the beach and make you scream so loud they send SAR out looking,” with Emily replying that that sounded like an excellent plan.
“Grab your hair for me,” Emily whimpered, her knees propped up and free hand dragging nails down her thigh to leave bright white lines in their wake that faded slowly to pink, and Fareeha gladly complied, twisting her fingers up tightly in her hair and letting out a rough shout as she did.
“D-don’t close your eyes keep looking at me, look at the camera please I want to see those pretty eyes as you come,” Fareeha pleaded, her teeth locked down tight against each other as she plunged fingers furiously into herself and rubbed the side of her thumb firmly down against her clit as she did, sharp and jagged shocks shooting through her system as Emily forced her eyes open, gorgeous hazel and stretching wide as she shouted wide-mouthed, but she didn’t just shout nothing.
It was Fareeha’s name. Every time – Fareeha, Pharah, ReeRee – every time Emily came or convulsed, it was with her name on painted lips, and every time Fareeha felt the rippling shivers converge into a wave of pleasure that swept over her she did the exact same, shouting Emily’s name until her throat was as sore and raw as her clit.
Emily giggled breathlessly as she pulled her phone out of its mount and collapsed back to her bed, red hair sticking wildly to her sweat-brushed forehead. “Well that was a bloody good send-off for my night, love. Honestly was planning on rewatching immediately and cracking one off,” a sharp laugh leapt from her throat, “but I dunno if I could stand to now!”
“Well, good luck finding out,” Fareeha croaked. “Mm, good way to wake up, for me! And-” her eyes flicked to the time as she pulled the phone over, and they immediately widened.
They had gotten a little bit carried away.
“OH FUCK DAMN I have four minutes to get to breakfast-” Fareeha threw herself out of bed.
“Don’t bother putting on clothes, love. Lena’d be happier anyway!”
“Har har har,” Pharah rolled her eyes, dashing over to her dresser and sparing a brief anxious glance at her thoroughly messed up bed, but she wouldn’t have time to fix it before breakfast. It would need to wait until afterward – she could run back between breakfast and her first booked event of the day, which on that particular day was simulator training.
“Anyway uh, have a good night I guess and thanks, and I promise my signoffs won’t always be this frantic but bye.” Fareeha didn’t hang up, but she did set the phone down and start getting dressed, and in the minute or two it took her to get clothes on Emily eventually managed to stop laughing and to snort out a goodbye of her own before Fareeha hung up and sprinted off through the halls toward breakfast.
A new record.
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