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what-if-queen-camilla · 10 months

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Chapter 12

04th August 1987 - Part 3

The ambulance arrived shortly after and neither the doctor nor the nurse could emphasise often enough just how brilliantly Andrew had done and how proud they all were of them; of course, Camilla was, too, but after both she and the baby had been checked and considered in excellent health, she suddenly felt so tired that she could have fallen asleep immediately. Her daughter, however, had other plans and was desperate for milk. “Yes, you must be hungry, my little darling…”, she whispered to her, tenderly placing her on her chest, guiding her little mouth to her breast. Thank goodness, after two children, she was relaxed and experienced enough so that breastfeeding wasn’t a big deal anymore and after a few minutes, both mother and child fell into a deep, happy sleep…

"Kensington Palace? Yes, Colonel Parker Bowles speaking. May I speak to His Royal Highness The Prince of Wales, please?" Shortly after 8 am, Camilla and Theodora still fast asleep, Andrew had decided that it was time to inform the real father of last night's events and has dialled the familiar number of the pass office of the Royal Residence and much to his relief, he was, indeed, transferred to The Prince immediately. "Andrew? What's the matter? Is Milla alright?", he hissed into the receiver, sounding incredibly anxious. He had quickly disappeared into his office to answer the call without risking his wife overhearing anything and his heart ached in concern about the love of his life and their little baby. "No worries, Sir, they're both fine.", Andrew declared, proudly adding: "Mother and child are as fit as a fiddle." Silence. "Sir?", Andrew asked carefully when the Prince didn't reply. "Um, yes, yes, Andrew, I-I'm sorry…", the heir to the throne stuttered. "I just - can you please repeat what you've just said?" Andrew chuckled. His astonishment and disbelief were almost cute and today of all days, he found almost everything cute. “Of course, Sir! With pleasure!", he exclaimed, almost bursting with pride and joy. "Camilla was safely delivered from a baby girl last night! Well, in fact - I delivered her from the little one - our daughter, I mean, your daughter - oh nevermind, they're both fine so… huge congratulations, Sir! I just thought you might like to be informed…" Charles' heart was beating like mad and his head felt like swirling. He tried to grasp what he had just heard. The baby had arrived. He had become a father once more - the father of Camilla’s child, the love of his life and himself had a daughter! "Oh my God…", he said unbelieving and with a teary voice. "I… I'll try and come over as soon as possible!", he promised. "Thank you, Andrew! Thank you so much!"With that, he hung up and sat down on the chair, almost in shock, but the very sweetest kind of shock imaginable. Camilla and him had a baby! All that he wanted was to go and see them both as soon as possible, to kiss Camilla endlessly for having given him the greatest gift in his entire life, to meet the little one and hold her, tell her how proud her daddy was and how much he loved her already, promise her that he would always be there for her and protect her from all evil… but it was Granny's birthday today as well and they had to go to Clarence House around midday for birthday party… As much as he loved his grandmother, as much did the whole rest of the bunch annoy him; his parents, his brothers, his silly sister-in-law, not to speak of his malicious wife… at least his darling cousins David and Sarah would be there as well and of course all the members of the public who'd be gathering around Clarence House and The Mall to sing Granny a Happy Birthday. How wonderful was it that his daughter and his grandmother were sharing a birthday? Oh how he'd have loved to tell her, it'd surely have been the most wonderful birthday present of all time! But it wasn't possible… he couldn't burden Granny with keeping such a secret, he loved her almost as much as he loved Camilla, and the little one of course, and he couldn't bear putting her in such a situation.

"Highgrove, really? Again?", Diana sighed, rolling her eyes when Charles requested to be picked up by a separate car as soon as the birthday celebrations were over, as they arrived at Clarence House a few hours later. "Yes, Again!", he declared, equally annoyed by her as she had appeared to be by him before. "I need some time on my own and you hate Gloucestershire anyway." "Oh, I really do hate Gloucestershire!", she snarled, looking at him with fiery eyes, but he was determined to keep calm this time, casually answering: "Great! There you go! So that's settled then." With this, he opened the door, swung himself out of the car and went straight over to his Granny who had already been waiting for them, without even looking at his wife anymore. "Happy birthday, darling Granny!", he said, lovingly kissing his grandmother on both cheeks. "Ohhh thank you, thank you, my dear boy.", the Queen Mother replied, obviously very touched and happy about all the attention she received on the occasion of her birthday.

Hundreds, maybe thousands, of well-wishers had lined the streets, excitedly waving to their beloved former Queen, singing for her, cheering her on, presenting her with the most beautiful flowers and posies and of course someone had arranged a birthday cake which she happily cut amidst excited rejoicing by the crowds. It was a jolly good celebration and everybody enjoyed themselves, except for Diana who stood in a corner, pouting. Of course she was upset because, for once, the limelight wasn't on her and she needed the people's attention even more than they needed her, but Charles just tried to ignore her and instead look forward to seeing Camilla and meeting the baby in a few hours. "Charles, darling, could you please help your poor old grandmother with all of these… parcels?", the Queen Mother asked her favourite grandchild, laboriously carrying dozens of cards and bouquets in both her arms. "Of course, Granny!", he replied and immediately rushed to her side to guide her into the house. Of course, they usually had servants for this kind of things but he was more than grateful for every opportunity to get away from the devil. "Are you going to see the Parker Bowleses later?", his grandmother asked as if it was the most normal thing in the world once they were alone. Charles was so perplexed he didn't know what to say. "I hear Camilla has given birth to a baby girl last night.", she chatted away while putting some of her birthday flowers into vases. "The little one and I have the same birthday, isn't that funny?" "Ummm… yes, yes.", Charles replied slightly overwhelmed. It wasn't surprising actually that the news had already reached her as well; Andrew was her godson and surely someone would have told her. But the naturalness she had asked him with whether he was going to see them later was… unexpected. Of course she knew that they'd been a couple once and that they were still close, that Charles was Tom's godfather and all of that… but still. Something about her question felt awkward. "So are you going?", she asked again, looking at him expectantly. Her eyes shone brightly, filled with pure love and happiness, there was nothing evil about his darling Granny, just like there was nothing evil about his darling Camilla… oh how he'd have loved to tell her! "Well, yes, I… I'm going to Highgrove later and I… might drop by in the afternoon.", he said. "Oh wonderful!", the Queen Mother exclaimed, rushing over to her desk, grabbing a closed envelope, handing it to her grandson before turning to the side table where they had just placed several vases with flower bouquets. "Which one do you think she'd like most?", the old lady asked, but didn't wait for him to reply. "Oh, nevermind, just take whichever you think she will like most! And, please, darling, will you give this card to her along with my very best wishes and heartfelt congratulations?" Charles' face immediately brightened up in delight. "Oh Granny!", he almost screamed with teary eyes and enthusiastically wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. "Of course, Granny, I will!"

The Queen Mother's birthday celebrations actually did happen on that day. There's also a video of the enormous crowds gathering outside Clarence House.

#king charles #queen camilla #andrew parker bowles #royal family #royal baby #fanfiction #fanfic #queen mother

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babyrys777 · 1 year

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

mostly tom riddle oneshots as of now. all oneshots/fics were once posted on wattpad or are on wattpad.

i take requests ☆

smut -

TOM RIDDLE

mine ; unprotected seggs, rough seggs and rough!tom, public seggs, choking, slight degradation, angry seggs, dark tommy. don’t read if uncomfy.

teachers pet ; prof!y/n x tom riddle

for the camera, of course (p2) ; cam girl y/n

for the camera, of course ; cam girl y/n

s3x god ; sex expert y/n + virgin tom

happy birthday ; birthday sex

is it big ? ; i dont fucking remb what this was abt

toys ; sub y/n + implied degration + masturbation

punishment ; spanking + degradtion

delicious drinks ; y/n drinks toms cum

only you my darling ; i forgot

honeymoon ; tom and y/n fuck on they honeymoon

DISCLAIMER; i didn’t link all of the oneshots i have posted on here yet but they will be added eventually (i also just dk how to work tumblr) + more oneshots with different people will be added.

P.S. / i post whenever i feel like it

#tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle

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heavenboy09 · 3 months

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Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 To A Now Recognizable Latina Actress Rising In The Acting Industry.

Born In Mexico 🇲🇽 City, Mexico On January 30th, 1990

She is a Mexican actress and singer. She gained popularity for her debut role as Lola Valente in the Mexican musical telenovela Lola, érase una vez (2007–2008) and later starred in the lead role of Clara Molina on the Nickelodeon teen drama Sueña conmigo (2010–2011).

She is also known for her roles as Santanico Pandemonium in the American horror series From Dusk till Dawn: The Series (2014–2016), as Monica "Darling" Castello in the action crime film Baby Driver (2017), as Nyssiana in the cyberpunk action film Alita: Battle Angel (2019), as KT in Bloodshot (2020), and as paramedic Cam Thompson in Ambulance.

She is Rising Up In The Ranks In Entertainment

Please Wish This Amazing Latina Actress A Very Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊

Ms. Eiza González 🇲🇽

#EizaGonzález

#Eiza González #SoundCloud

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wecantalktomorrow · 3 months

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kaaaaaaayyyyy happy birthday darling 🎂🤍✨ I hope this next year brings wonderful things for you! enjoy your day and treat yourself ♥️

cam <333 thank you so much 🥺🤍 ilyyyyyy <3

#answered #birthday!!

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princepsumbra · 10 months

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"Happy birthday my darling little brother!" Camilla gave the youngest Nohrian prince a crushing hug. When she did pull away she handed him a present, an obscure book she had found in the market place. "I do hope that I found something you haven't read before."

He's been bracing for this all day. It's a miracle she hadn't accosted him earlier.

Even prepared, her hug catches him off guard, those deceptively strong arms of hers expelling all the air from his lungs. "Cam--Camilla," he wheezes in vain. Escape will only come if he hugs her back. He manages to reciprocate her affection despite her vice grip.

No one will know the disappointment hiding behind his mask of relief when she pulls back. Leo's chest expands, allowing his breathing to return to normal while he glares at his older sister.

But she knows how to immediately melt such a glare, all of his earlier ire gone when he accepts the book. Cracks mar the brown leather, speaking of countless hands and untold histories now connecting him and the words held between the cover. Reverently, he opens it, revealing a title declared in faded ink. The Admiral of Zhikrav: A Tale Inspired by True Events.

Unheard of indeed. One most likely riddled with true historical inaccuracies, judging by the addendum, but perhaps a riveting story all the same. Leo closes the book, glancing back up at Camilla. "Thank you, Camilla. You chose well; I have yet to add this one to my collection."

Were he a more affectionate man, or perhaps a kinder brother, he'd offer another hug--and were they in a more private setting, he may very well indulge. As it stands, he merely settles for a grateful smile. "I'll see you later."

#support: camilla #leo birthday 2023 #thank you rosie!!#obligatory chant: nohr sibs nohr sibs #sam book prose strikes again

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mollydastoertchen · 1 year

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Heyo Molly!! Soo tell me, gimme the OC brain rot. Which OC would you let plan a birthday event for you, whether a party, day out ect?

Which OC enjoys christmas the most? Tell be about your newest OC!

Heeere we go!

Which OC would you let plan a birthday event for you, whether a party, day out ect?

Hmmm tough one actually! I'd probably have to go with my darling emotional fursona Shenmi!

I'm not much of a party goer. While I'd have a lot of OCs that would plan a whole lot for me and would get me to party hard, I muuuuch rather prefer something calm and quiet. Either Shenmi would invite me to hang out and chill and do whatever I want to do, or she'd organisze something sweet like making my favourite food or going out on a picnic somewhere quiet. She'd be the one to make sure I do something I enjoy, not what others enjoy!

Which OC enjoys christmas the most?

I'd definitely have to say TUCKER on this one.

Tucker is huge PUPPY beneath a scruffy adult exterior. He looks like a tough roughian, but really he is just a sweet guy. He gets easily excited, especially if the people around him are excited too. He is a people-pleaser, and he loves making way too expensive gifts that he cant afford but somehow manages to get his hands on anyway. He LIVES for the excitement of watching someone else open the awesome gift he got for them!!!! Also, he'd love the music, and the decoration and the smell of aaaaall the good christmas food. This huge dork wouldnt be able to stop wagging and hitting everyone with his way too huge tail. Especially once he has his boyfriend Cooper and gets to have a whole family to celebrate with (instead of alone or with a single friend or two) Tucker cant be stopped. He'd be the party king of christmas, and he'd be the one to dress up as Santa for children.

Tell me about your newest OC!

This is not his final design probably, but let me introduce you to my newest OC Dezel. Dezel is the future boyfriend of Gary, the cutest and sluttiest kitten from my darling @Zelendur ♥ We were desperate to give Gary a good boyfriend, and we figured that him and Tucker would have been PERFECT for each other. But since Tucker is loyal to his darling Cooper (and we didnt wanna switch obviously, so TuckerXGary only exists in some AUs), we had to come up with someone else.

Dezel is a nerd friend of Chris and Gary ever since he was in the same class as Chris during highschool. As they were all outsiders they got along well and sometimes hung out. But usually Chris would hang out with Gary, and Dezel would hang out with his best friend Archie (also a character by Zelendur!). As Gary started to embrace his femboy self, Dezel was CONFUSED. Sexually confused. He started having the biggest crush on Gary but he was just too nerdy and stupid to do anything with it. At first he rather avoided Gary because of sexually confusion, and later on he SIMPED him. Hard. But he never got anyone to understand how he felt for Gary. Not even the attentive Chris realized that his attempts to hang out with Gary were (very shitty) attempts to have a date with him.

Long story short: As he was too socially awkward to make his crush known, he instead started to simp for Gary badly once Gary started his twitch-stream and especially his Onlyfans. Dezel pumped large amounts of money towards Gary, bought him expensive gifts and all that. And he'd sometimes buy private cam sessions from Gary (because he was way too horny for him for sure). And somewhen, through a stupid coincidence, Gary recognized some of his patterns from camming and realized who his secret admirerer was. From that moment on Gary initiated a friends+ relationship (which made Dezel extremely happy but also AWKWARD as he was just clumsy with that kind of thing). And after a longer time being friends+, Gary also started having feelings for Dezel as well.

Yepp, he was a bit creepy about stalking / simping for Gary. But he never meant any harm and was good friends with Gary since highschool. He was just too stupid to ask him on a date properly. ...Thats the story of Dezel y'all.

#OCs #new OC #god I love this kinda questions #pls more #hope you had fun reading this

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political-fangirl · 1 year

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Okay so in Brisbane I picked up these cause I want to open them with my friends as I am projecting my obsession onto them

And then my darling sister bought me this cutie

And then I bought this one off eBay cause her name is my name and I couldn’t not. She’ll come from Tennessee with Cam ❤️

And then I want my birthday twin and a 24 inch and then I think I’ll be happy 😂

#squishmallows

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papercutsmp3 · 5 months

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ALINAAAAA MY DEARRR DARLING simply a person who knows how to jest. Happy birthday 🫶🏻 happy alina day for real i hope you have the best day ever❣️If i was president i would make baekhyun and giriboy do hands focused fan cam for you as a gift. Love you love you i wish you all the happiness and health and love thank you for being such a beam of light for everyone ❣️❤️❣️❤️🎂🎈🎁

thank you teo much love for you i wish we could gather together for a sleepover and just watch hands fancams all night that would've been so lovely 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🤲 love you always dear jester friend you are the best ❕

#teo #ask

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thefanpov · 1 year

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When Luna meet's her Immortal Grandparents...

Luna(12 years old): "H-Hello..."

Lilithian(232 years old): "Ah... so your my daughter's child, hmn?"

*Luna (Nervious AF)*

Lilithian Sitting to the chair with a Happy expression: "So... How old are you when you gived Birth?"

Luna(12 years old): "How-"

Lilithian(232 years old): "Obviously, your mother's twin told me... Ethan, your uncle... so?, how many are they?, how old are thet know?, and who's this guy you fall in love and spawned your little devils?"

Luna(11-12 years old): "W-Well... um... they are 2 boys... the first one is Lilac, he will be turning at thw age of 3 soon, and the second is Liam, he'll be 2 soon, they have the same birthday as mine..."

Lilithian(232 years old): "You haven't answered my last question... where is he? Isn't he supposed to bw here with you?"

Luna(12 years old): "He's at work-"

Lucid(18 years old) just cams back from a serious mission, holding a Rose from his hand: I-I'am here!"

Luna(12 years old): "L-Lucid!, y-your head is bleeding!"

Lucid trying not to mind his injuries: "Thus Rose is for you Darling..."

*Luna losing her mind if she could help His beloved lover infront of her or fainted down of his romanticness...*

‐ Lilithian and Lucid Looking at eahc other while Luna in thw background nerviously holding the Reddish Rose -

Lilithian having a approved smirk: "I accept you as my future Grand Son-In-Law..."

Ethan littery breaking inside by destroying the wall: "Mother! I only accept him when he spawned a fucking devils from this brat's stomach and know HE MARRYING MY NIECE?!!!!! UNACCEPTABLE!!!"

Lilithian: "Do you have a problem to my approval?!"

Ethan littery shrugging: "Ofcours not Mother..."

:Lucid had a happiest smile:

Ethan who littery pissed: "DON'T SMILE YET!!! I'AM NOT DONE YET!!!"

- Luna happily seeing her lover happy -

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shoshimakesstuff · 3 years

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— RAYMOND CARVER

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAM DARLING !!!#i know this is literally the exact format of the j/j one but. the font works ok #flipfloplogic #loveduringthewar #cam's bday tag #i owe u a lot more and there's a couple other things coming. keep an eye on this tag past ur bday is what im saying #i could queue some brass knuckles #oc: livvy fox #work: words #the smoke line should rly be on the smoke one but...

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little-diable · 2 years

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TomH1996 - Tom Holland (smut)

Happy Valentine's babes! 1/3 Imagines for @venomsilk Valentine's Bingo. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Once lovers, now enemies. Once Highschool sweethearts, now full of hate. But maybe - just maybe - it was a good idea for Tom to visit a camming website, maybe - just maybe - it was a good idea to watch her videos.

Warnings: 18+, sex, p in v, oral (f), cam girl reader, masturbation (f,m), teasing, exes to lovers

Pairing: Rich kid!Tom Holland x rich kid!fem!reader

Valentines Bingo fills: Rich kids x Cam Girl x Exes to Lovers (2.7k words)

Header by @hidingsikki

Tom had his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses, fingers wrapped around his champagne flute. It was the day of his birthday, a day he hated with a burning passion, wanting to leave his parent’s mansion and the party stacked with people he didn't know behind. The party was yet another show off event where his parents and their friends could flaunt their money, a chance to pay for expensive gifts and alcohol - anything to impress one another.

A few of his friends had been invited and of course she had been as well, the woman he hated as much as he hated the people he found himself surrounded with. But his hate for her reached far deeper than just simple anger flooding through his veins, no, he hated her as much as Demeter has hated Hades, as much as Athena hated Paris.

The two had been the classic couple, Highschool sweethearts that have been with one another for years. Till they had been forced to breakup, due to different colleges and the distance that would keep them apart. But their breakup had been more vile, more angry than both had hoped it would be. Tom's pride had pushed him into waves of anger and hurt, finding reasons to hate her as she had slowly moved on from him. Perhaps it had been a petty move, searching for reasons to hate her - forgetting all about the love he had once fostered.

But it had all changed the night Tom had been browsing through another website filled with cam girls and cam boys, only showing off his toned abs and his cock, pumping himself to the shows he’d watch. And there she was, legs spread, exposing her tight cunt to her viewers. At first he hadn’t recognized her, but the second his eyes had fallen upon the pictures hanging on the wall behind her, (y/n)'s name had spluttered from his lips, sound filling his room.

Perhaps he would tell her about it - at one point - though for now he kept his lips sealed, not wanting to spill her secret just yet. Tom was waiting for the right moment, a moment of weakness he could use in his interest.

The dress (y/n) was currently wearing showed off her legs, legs he wanted to feel wrapped around his waist as he’d bury his cock inside her. A mere memory of the nights they had once spent together. It was a sinful sight, leaving his cock hardening, mind wandering back to her show and the moans that had rumbled through her.

“Tom, darling. Come here,” his mother’s voice ripped him out of his thoughts, forcing him to step inside for a moment. Before Tom could come to a halt next to his parents, his eyes flickered down to his Rolex, wondering how much longer he’d have to stay before he could leave this pathetic party behind.

He caught her eyes from across the room, taking in her frame once again. Fuck, if he could, he’d take her right there and then, for all eyes to see, watching the heir of the Holland enterprise bury his cock in his exe's cunt.

“Why don’t you open some of your gifts?” His mother pushed him towards the stack of neatly wrapped presents, forcing a fake smile onto his thin lips. He didn’t pay any attention to the gifts he unwrapped, mind still hooked up on (y/n) and the wave of anger that would flood through him whenever he’d think of her. Tom’s skin was prickling as if he was skinning himself, leaving his old self behind, engulfed by darkness and lust.

But one gift managed to catch his attention, it was one of the pictures (y/n) had hung up on her wall, a picture of her and Tom, from years back. He heavily swallowed, meeting her smirking features with his glistening eyes. Why would she gift him something like this?

With his heart racing and his palms turning sweaty, Tom drowned the rest of his champagne, murmuring a few thank you's to the people that kept watching him. He pushed himself past his parents, out into the afternoon. It had taken him years to build up his walls, to keep himself distracted from (y/n) and their breakup, every stone had tumbled to the ground the second he had watched her make herself cum. Every minute he had found himself hating her had evaporated into thin air. Only leaving a smoke of pleasure behind.

“I was waiting for a thank you.” (Y/n) was leaning against his Porsche, arms crossed in front of her chest as he stepped closer with his jaw muscles ticking in anger. Spiteful words threatened to claw through him, wanting to taunt the smirking woman. But Tom didn’t get the chance to part his lips, breath knocked out of his lungs as she leaned closer, lips brushing against his ear.

“Next time change your username to something less obvious, TomH1996.” She left him standing with wide eyes, following her frame till she disappeared back inside. The fuck that rumbled through him could be heared from inside, coaxing a chuckle out of (y/n).

The game was on.

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That night (y/n) was lying on her bed, with only her bra left on and her soaked through panties exposed to the camera. Her hands danced up and down her thighs, moving closer to her cunt with every moan that bled from her lips. She was still wearing her jewelry, the golden rings Tom had gifted her years ago and the necklace she’d never take off.

“Fuck, I’m so wet. I want to be fucked so badly, wish one of you would be here with me.” Her words echoed through her room, picked up by the microphone of her laptop, bringing joy to her viewers. Deep inside she was hoping that Tom would find his way back to her page, the excitement that had bubbled through her as she had read his username last week had pushed her closer to the edge. She had cum to the thought of Tom with her back arched and eyes rolling into her head.

Something about their relationship kept her on her toes, she reciprocated the hatred Tom felt for her, urged on by the pleasure that would rumble through her whenever he’d spit her name. Nevertheless, she still found herself longing for the man she had once called her own, wanting to feel his hands on her skin again.

(Y/n) pulled her panties aside, her fingertips brushed through her wet slit, finding their way to her pulsing clit. She threw her head back, allowing her moans to fall from her lips like a shooting star darting across the dark sky, missed by the ones that didn’t pay enough attention.

The sound of another viewer joining her stream caught her attention, heart missing out a few beats as she read Tom’s username. He hadn’t changed a single letter - as if he was doing it on purpose. This time she’d put on a show, all for him and the thought of her ex railing her till the sun would rise above the still asleep community. His name burned on her tongue, wanting to bleed from her lips, to tease Tom - but she kept silent, not wanting to stroke the man’s ego. She didn’t stop rubbing her clit, not even as she reached for the toy she had placed next to her, wrapping her lips around it to wet the brightly colored silicone. Slowly, for all viewers to see, she began to fuck herself with it.

Wet sounds were picked up by her microphone, finding Tom with his twitching cock and his hand wrapped around his girth. It had taken him a few drinks, finding his confidence buried beneath a few shots of tequila. He had moved back to (y/n)'s page with trembling hands. Tom imagined her placed on his bed, whines rumbling through her - begging him to fuck her into oblivion.

“I’m already close.” Her eyes flickered down to the comment section, reading through the encouraging words, words to praise the panting woman, wanting to hear her loud moans. Tom had also commented - “moan my name” - written words that were followed by a generous tip. (Y/n)’s fingers picked up their speed, rubbing her clit with his name spluttering from her lips, silently wondering if Tom was currently fucking his hands, while he watched her stream.

“Oh, Tom. Fuck, fuck,” with his name rumbling through her, (y/n) came around the toy. She gave it a few more lazy thrusts, hoping to prolong her orgasm, not wanting to be ripped out of her bubble just yet. But the moment the first wave of exhaustion rolled upon her like an unexpected sandstorm, burying her beneath its heavy blanket, she ended the stream with a "till next time" leaving her.

(Y/n) plopped down on her mattress, eyes fluttering close as she tried to catch her breath. Her thoughts circled around Tom, trying to imagine his sweaty frame pressed against hers, with his muscular arms wrapped around her. She couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if they hadn't broken up, would they live together by now? Would they think about starting a family together? Long lost dreams that were now left behind like a blanket of dust.

Her phone buzzed, forcing her eyes open. Without moving too much, (y/n) reached for her phone, eyes widening as Tom’s name popped up on the screen. It was a simple text, but the pants that left her shot shudders down her spine, buzzing through her like a bolt of lightning.

“Come over. Be quick, I don’t like to wait.”

Perhaps she should have deleted the message, perhaps she should have blocked his number and let him be - but (y/n) slowly rose from her bed and redressed herself with trembling hands. She was out of her house within minutes, feet carrying her down the streets to Tom’s. It had been months since she had last been there, invited to one of his parties, spending time with their mutual friends, only to tease one another with hurtful words.

Tom ripped the door open before she could knock on the expensive wood. He pulled her in as if she was a criminal in desperate need of shelter. She was his dirty secret - at least for this very night.

Their lips clashed together like magnets, tongues getting tangled. Memories of the last kisses they've shared found their way back to the two, reminding them of the endless dates they've been on, the endless nights they've spent together with roaring hearts. (Y/n) tangled her hand in his hair as Tom pressed her against his door. With their chests heavily rising and falling he dragged her towards his bedroom, pulling her in for another kiss as they fell onto his bed.

“I still hate you,” Tom’s words were met with a giggle, eyes finding his as a smile tugged on (y/n)’s lips.

“You know what, Tom. I don’t think you do.” Trembling fingers helped one another out of their clothes, eyes running over their bodies, wanting to burn the upcoming hours into their memories. Curses flooded from their lips as he thrust his hips against hers, rubbing his clothed bulge against her dripping heat.

Tom couldn’t stop staring at her, hands uncovering the parts of her skin he had touched years ago. Her body was a temple he’d worship, he’d burn his kisses into her skin - marks for the darkness to find, nestling in her heart as one orgasm after another would clash upon her like Zeus’ bolt of lightning striking the sky.

“Touch me, please.” (Y/n)’s whispers rumbled through his body like an earthquake, shaking through his body with the silent promise of ripping him apart. While his lips kissed their trail down her upper body, his hands pulled her panties down her legs, gaze flickering to her cunt.

“You’re so wet, fuck, my gorgeous girl.” As if they had never hated one another, their bodies began to mold together, falling back into their old routine. The moment Tom pressed his tongue flat against her arousal covered folds she found herself pushed into another dimension, body hurled into the ocean of pleasure she was drowning in.

He devoured her, kept eating her out with two fingers thrusting into her tightness, spreading her walls with his eyes finding her wide, lust-blown pupils. No words were shared between the two, only their sounds echoed through his room, filling every inch of the bedroom she wanted to stay in till the end of their time.

“I need you to fuck me, Tom." Her rough voice forced him away from her cunt, hand reaching for a condom. (Y/n) watched him roll it down his length, aligning his cock to her heat. Their hands searched for one another, fingers linked together as if somebody could pull them apart any moment now.

With their hearts roaring in their chests, their bodies moved in sync, hips meeting with every ferocious thrust. Their anger was slowly letting go of them, allowing the withered away flowers to be reborn, forming a new bond beneath his sheets.

“You feel so good, so tight.” Tom kissed her throat with his heavy breaths clashing against her throat like a soaring wave of the ocean. He fucked her as if it was his only chance of ever feeling her, hoping to push her over the edge with his name burning on her tongue. She mewled his name, fingers circling her clit as the coil deep inside of her began to tighten.

"Fuck, I've missed you." A tear threatened to roll down her cheek, mind confused by the different sensations that washed upon her like a tidal wave. As if the stars have aligned, their hearts found one another again, begging the two to rekindle their love.

Without another word rolling off his tongue, Tom kissed the tears away, he tightened his grip on her hands, kept her close as he pushed her further towards the edge. He was struggling to sort through the different emotions buzzing through his veins, finding their path to his racing heart.

Fuck, he still loved her, loved her like Orpheus loved Eurydike, would give his life for the one he had pushed away for the past years, "Don't let go of me." The words he spoke sounded pained, just the thought of being ripped from her once again left him crying in agony.

She pulled him in for a kiss, swallowed the other moans and cries rumbling through the two. Tom let go of her hand, he rubbed her clit with his thumb to push her into the open arms of her orgasm. (Y/n) came with his name bleeding from her lips, eyes focused on his, not wanting to miss the expressions tugging on his features.

Tom followed her down the edge, he filled the condom with a string of curses leaving him. For a few more seconds they stayed connected, holding onto one another as the past moments of bliss kept buzzing through them.

With a sigh clawing through Tom he rolled off her, threw away the condom and came back with a hot towel to clean her up. No words were shared as Tom took care of her, only as he found himself placed next to her, he parted his lips, searching for the right words to say.

"I," Tom forced himself to take a deep breath. "I am sorry for the way I've treated you. It wasn't fair. I was hurt that you didn't want to try the long distance thing and just the thought of seeing you with somebody else made me see red. I don't hate you, I don't think I ever did hate you."

"Oh Tom." (Y/n) cupped his cheek, her eyes met his glassy ones. "Deep down I knew why you kept treating me like this and I am sorry for not trying to make things work. You've hurt me, but I don't hate you for it."

Their lips met, slow at first, trying to relish in one another's heat as their hearts kept picking up their beat once again. Tonight they'll linger in their memories with their hands interlaced and their lips pressed together and when morning comes, they'll start a new part of their story, together.

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Since people actually liked it here's the continuation of the modern Xiao camgirl!darling post I cut from the original, as promised, most if it's under a cut. Here’s the original post. I didn’t think people would actually like the camgirl concept so I thought I was rambling too much and cut this part out lol but here it is now!

Tws: derogatory language/female slurs, mentions of reader being a cheater, reader is promiscuous, murder, incel-y mentality (our modern boy would be a 4chan user, look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong) and mentions of upsetting realistic things, this one's darker than the first part. If you're bothered by other modern stuff for being too realistic best avoid this too probably, involuntary pornography ---------- Coming up on one year since you gained your most loyal subscriber, you get a rather... Unsettling request. He has something he would like this month, in fact, he adds a few hundred to the regular amount (he's been saving up just for this) and asks for just the answer to one simple question. What's your name?

Your real name, he clarifies. He doesn't need a last name, nothing like that. It would just... Make him feel closer to you. He avoids using the term "anniversary," even though that's what comes to mind. He also doesn't tell you that he already knows, that this is just a test of your honesty. For someone who's so cautious, you would think you would think to give a fake name whenever you go to coffee shops for them to yell out, or change it on the packages you get. You hesitate. And it would be easy to give him a fake one, yet, you don't really think about it too much, you kinda think about that as an afterthought, what you should have done, but your very real name is typed out and sent before you really process it, and you feel a sort of unease, but it's already sent. No big deal. He can't do much with just your first name, right? If your name is common, you feel pretty safe, but even if it's a rarer one, surely there are other people with it, right? He's happy though. Kinda surprised, really, that you didn't lie to him. Maybe you trust him?

You're not stupid, you know something is wrong, you're becoming paranoid. And you connect the weird feeling to him, bc he goes radio silence for several days leading up to finally taking you. This dude who used to respond to any messages you sent within 10 seconds suddenly... It's like he disappeared? He hasn't responded to anything you send him ever since you said your name. You send him messages saying you haven't heard from him in a while and you're worried... The way you word it makes it sound like you're worried about him, but you both know that's not what you really mean. You're hesitant and suspicious of every guy you meet. You buy pepper spray and start carrying some around, you nearly spray a poor guy who you thought was trailing you, turns out he just lives in your building. He makes note of it. He watched you buy it, and is quick to realize you always hold it in the same hand. That must be your dominant hand, that's an important mental note for the future, since you're more likely to try to attack him with that hand. He'll remember. He has a note in his phone with information like that. Height, weight, birthday, social security number, parents' names, school she graduated from. All in little bullet points. He adds dominant hand to the list. He's not worried at all really. Already watched you struggle to carry packages he could lift with one hand, your strength doesn't cross his mind as a threat. At first he just doesn't know what to say, and that's why he stops responding, he feels too awkward but... He starts to enjoy the weird feeling of power the whole situation is giving him. You're worried, you're constantly paranoid, and it's because of him. Now you finally understand the same feeling you inflict on him, how you consume his thoughts every waking moment of every day. It used to irritate him that you held so much power over him, while he meant nothing to you. Now, the tables have turned. You're forced to have him constantly in your mind, whether you like it or not, just like you are in his. It's giving you what you deserve. It gives him a feeling of significance. He matters, even if it's not in a good way. And he keeps telling himself that once he's all you have, he'll matter even more. He's smart enough to realize that if you're paranoid, you might have mentioned him by username to someone else, so to ensure he knows what to do from this point, he has to sneak into your apartment at night as you sleep. It's so unbearably tempting, you have no idea -- you're right there and so vulnerable. He has to hold himself back because he knows that if he so much as touched you, he couldn't hold back. But it's torture, standing there so close, watching your chest rise and fall as he fiddles with the phone. Even when he unlocks it with your thumb, he tries to hold the phone from an angle to do so, even if the skin of his hand grazes yours, it would be too much. You have a lot of contacts across your messages and a bunch of different apps. You have one guy in your online chat you've exchanged far more messages with than anyone else! Hundreds upon hundreds of messages, and huge paypal cash drops, who the hell is -- oh, wait, that's him. Nevermind. But, to his pleasant surprise, he's the only one of your... customers that you regularly talk to, the rest just have a few paypal notifications or clarifications on your policies, but no actual conversations like you have with him. Of course, that's literally part of your deal, he's literally paying for it, but it makes him happy nonetheless. But as he goes through your personal messages, he finds that you are... in no shortage of options. Like, holy shit. It was kind of expected. You *are* really pretty, that's how you have so many followers after all, but this is a lot. So many contacts named some variation of "DO NOT ANSWER!!!" or "creepy guy that forced me to give him my number at the club", etc etc. Plenty of unsaved numbers texting you to never get a response. You've ghosted enough dudes to make your place haunted. It's... kinda awful, really. It also kinda hurts his heart a bit more than he expected. You have so, so, so many options, even without the cam thing, he's more insignificant than he even realized. ...Well, for now, at least. He'll be significant to you soon enough. And then you seem to have a sort of "boyfriend of the month" deal going on, aside from that. Plenty of male-name contacts whose last exchange is a "don't talk to me again!" message from you, plenty of messages corresponding to the same time as those to your girl friends about how you can't find a good guy and every relationship ends badly. How unfortunate. See, it's because you choose bad guys. You probably go for dicks and not.... well, he can't exactly pull the "nice guys like me" mentality, he doesn't delude himself into thinking he is one. He's lucid enough to realize that most nice guys would not be sneaking into your house and standing over your sleeping body to stalk your phone as they make plans to kidnap you. He knows he would probably fall under the classification of a creepy guy. He's just too far gone to care. Still, he would be so much better to you, he tells himself, not a cheater or a player like you complain about. To say he resents those kinds of guys -- ones that can do the unthinkable and actually talk to girls, let alone successfully, only to be assholes, and yet girls like you still go for them -- is an understatement. You're basically just a slut, you probably ignore all the guys that would be nice to you, just like all those internet forums he reads talk about. Typical.

Well, those forums also make fun of guys like him who pay for girls like you, but he can't blame them. It *is* kinda pathetic. There is one dude you talk to, though, now. Current boyfriend of the month, from the looks of it. You have a little heart emoji next to the name. He knows it's kinda pathetic that something so simple and insignificant sets him off, but it does, makes him pout and grind his teeth and curl his other hand into a fist. It's so unfair. Some dude you barely know gets to fuck you, and you haven't even known him nearly as long as you've known him! He doubts this dude -- hell, any of your boyfriends -- has put in the same amount of money that he has into you. They fuck you practically for free. And that, unfortunately for you, only solidifies his decision. If you're fucking some dude for a month because they buy you dinner every now and then, if we're going by that scale, then you owe him quite a good deal of pussy. Any hesitancy or guilt he had about the whole thing is gone. And he's a little mad. Keeps grumbling to himself that you're just a loose whore, fucking so many people and putting yourself out there on the internet. He wonders if they even know about what you do. Probably not, you probably don't tell them. Yeah, that sounds like what you'd do. Really, you're kinda lucky that someone like him is so willing to commit to you, since you are a slut. You don't deserve it, but he loves you anyway. And you'll probably have the nerve to be ungrateful for it too. Sigh. On the bright side, by some miracle, it would appear that you have not told any real-life people about him, you haven't sent out any hey if I disappear you should probably look into this creep type of messages. But he can't afford to have you doing so in between now and when you move in with him, so, he decides he has to act within the next 24 hours. While he's here, though, he decides to do a quick sweep of your place. Makes note of what snacks and drinks you like, what brand of toothpaste and shampoo and the like you use, so he can buy some for you. Maybe you'll adjust better if you have some of your favorite things. And then, after days of silence, he sends you a message, says it's fine, his internet went out for a few days. He means it to reassure you, but somehow it makes you feel more uneasy. He has everything planned out, or so he thinks. But you deviate from your usual schedule. When you leave work or class, you don't go home, you go somewhere else, first. How strange. Maybe picking up groceries? He follows from a distance. No, looks like you're going out to eat...? Maybe you're meeting friends or family or -- no that's a guy. Fuck. You must have planned this just earlier today, since there were no messages on your phone. It makes a bitter feeling rise in his gut. He hates that he can't get close enough to listen to your conversation. Well, he hates the whole thing, sits there and seethes the whole time. Watches you through the windows in the parking lot, thankfully you chose to sit outside. Feels his eye twitch and his hand clench every time you smile and laugh. It takes way too long. The fact that you split the bill feels like a punch to the stomach too. Shouldn't you be used to taking guys' money? Oh, and what's this...? This guy isn't the picture on boyfriend-of-the-month's contact. Well, well, well. You really are a whore. See, it's a very good thing he's taking you off the market. You're probably a reckless heartbreaker too. He's doing all the other men of the world a favor by taking on such a burden as you. And it makes him feel far more justified in keeping you locked away, since he has every reason to believe, now, that you'd run off and fuck someone else if given the chance. Halfway through, the guy briefly gets up and runs to the bathroom or something. While he's gone, he sees your face fall a bit. And then he sees you look around. You turn your head from one side to the other. Your eyes scan the area. You shuffle uncomfortably and you bite your lip and your eyebrows furrow. You're scared. You feel like -- no, you know you're being watched and it scares you. That makes him a little happy, for some reason. He wouldn't be sure what to do if you went home with the guy, but thankfully you don't. No big deal, this was just a bump in the road, he still beats you back to your building and he still goes through with the original plan. Even better, now that it's even darker outside. If anything, now he's got extra aggression and testosterone in his blood, running over the events in his head and going through some... very forceful and violent fantasies. The message he sent had you uneasy, and it's also how you immediately know what's going on when it does finally happen. You keep telling yourself you're being unnecessarily paranoid, that it's nothing, maybe that guy actually got his life together or got a girlfriend or something. Things like... What you fear, don't happen in real life, that's stuff that only happens in movies and stuff. You keep calling it that or it in your head. That won't happen to you. It's not going to happen. The series of events that play out in your head, scenarios you try to push out of your mind. Sure, in the movies it always takes place in the stairwell, but that's fiction, so you go up the apartment stairwell as always. You're not gonna let a bunch of B-grade old films scare you. And it's always some dude standing and waiting, but that nice young boy that you've never seen before is just leaning against the wall, scrolling on his phone, he only glances up for a second as you pass by, he's not a threat, you're being paranoid. You flash a smile and a little wave as you walk by, he doesn't return either, just looks back down at his phone. See? This guy doesn't even care, you're being paranoid for nothing, you tell yourself. But as you make the turn to go up the next set of stairs you hear the click of a phone being put on the lockscreen, a few metallic footsteps ringing out in the open hall and echoing, coming up right behind you, but for that split second you expect a tap on the shoulder, maybe he has a question, it's not like movies, it's not like movies, you're not gonna get a cloth shoved over your face and--- Well, it's not exactly like the movies. You were prepared, but it all happens in one motion - one hand grabs the hand with the spray and twists it, making you drop it, the other wraps some material over your mouth. You were prepared enough that you don't gasp in surprise, you hold your breath and thrash, but it doesn't make any difference, you wiggle and writhe for a few moments but can't even begin to break free, eventually succumb to the lack of oxygen and take a deep breath. It takes a few seconds to settle in, it's not so immediate. You instinctively panic and thrash again, but he has a complete iron grip. The dizziness takes a second to set in. He huffs a bit in frustration and says stop moving, it's fine. It's definitely not, but it occurs to you that that's not something a kidnapper looking for any potential vulnerable girl says. It's a poor attempt at comfort. It's someone specifically looking for you. And if that wasn't enough, he says your name. Your very real name. Maybe it was a mistake to tell him after all. But the worst part of it all is that there's not a single doubt in your mind, even in your panic you have the realization, it's definitely him and this is literally exactly what you were afraid of. And it's the last thing that goes through your head. And once he's got you out cold he just takes a sigh of relief. He may have been very neutral faced to you, but in reality he was incredibly nervous. He hasn't exactly made or used chloroform before, our boy is operating on YouTube tutorials here. He's got adrenaline pumping through his veins and carries you with his arms trembling. He's on autopilot carrying you out, but his mind is also consumed by holy fuck I'm touching her she smells so nice she's so warm her face is so close I'm actually touching her-- you get the idea. He feels bad about taping your hands and feet together and putting you in the trunk of his car, kinda. It feels too much like what a really bad person would do to a girl they didn't care about, like he's a trafficker or a murderer or a criminal or something, but that's not true at all. Sure, he's still mad at you for being a whore and all that, but it feels improper, he just has no choice. It's late at night, but he can't risk getting pulled or being at a stoplight and someone seeing an unconscious girl in his backseat, so, trunk it is. But once he's home, to his tiny little downtown apartment (he'll probably be able to move into a better place soon, since he's not paying you tons of money anymore), he takes a quick check to make sure the coast is clear, and drags you out, up the stairs, all the way into his apartment, sets you down on the bed, where you'll be staying. He even washed the sheets and cleaned the place up a bit for your arrival. You probably would not like to see what this place looked like before the five trash bags worth of cleaning was done. He'll probably be more motivated in the future, though, since now he won't be so depressed all the time. And then the adrenaline of the fear of being seen is over, and that's when it sets in that this is real. It's very, very hard to hold back. You're real, in the flesh, he can reach out and touch you with his hands! It feels like a dream. And he realizes he can take this opportunity to do things he would be far, far too embarrassed to do when you're awake. He takes a few minutes to do just that, cautiously reaches out to poke your face, and then run a hand down your neck, your skin is so soft! Your hair smells so nice, he lays down beside you and runs his fingers over it. Puts hands on your body and just lays there in awe of the fact that you're real. He's pretty certain he's never actually touched a human female before now. Everything about you feels soft. Weirdly feminine, which is something very foreign and confusing to him. And he kinda uh... Loses it. Goes buckwild with just taking in every aspect of you. Again, since you're unconscious he can be gross and entirely shameless about it. Peels your clothes off and runs his hands and mouth over every inch of flesh, takes the tape off your lips and presses his tongue into your limp mouth until he's forced to let go to breathe, fingers you and tonguefucks you and sucks on your nipples and your neck. Lays pressed against you and just breathes in your scent. It takes every ounce of self control he has not to fuck you already. But he does jerk off a few times. That way he'll last longer, so it's a win-win. And then... you twitch. Tape goes back over your mouth. And then, you twitch again. And this time, you make a little "mm!" under the tape, you start trembling and he sees you try to pull your hands apart. You whimper. It sounds scared and distressed. He feels kinda bad, but it also makes him hard, and that outweighs any guilt by far. Besides, it's what you deserve after what you did earlier. You tortured him mentally, it's only fair. On the good side of things, you suppose, you don't have to worry about the usual fears one would have over such a situation - you're fairly certain he's not going to kill you, nor sell you. In fact, the bed you wake up on is pretty soft. You're naked and the tape is uncomfortable, but... At least he was considerate enough to give you a blanket. He does care about you, after all. First thing he says is asking if you're awake. Can you hear me? You hesitate a moment, and then you nod. He's a bit new to this whole abduction thing. He wants to make sure he didn't pull a muscle or something with the tape. So... Do you hurt anywhere? Does your head hurt? Oh, right, the tape. He's not stupid either. You have to promise you're not going to scream. In fact, he's angry enough about earlier that he gets a bit meaner than he originally told himself he'd be. If you scream, I'll make you regret it. Understand? You nod, so he takes it off, holding it close in preparation in case you were lying, but you don't actually answer him, you're silent again for a minute, then just ask a question of your own. You're that guy, right? He's silent for a few seconds, there's no need for any clarification. Finally just says yeah. You just breathe again. Silently. Finally you summon the courage to ask him what he wants with you. And why are you doing this to me? And his answer is fairly simple. What do you think? You don't say anything for a minute, and neither does he. He's not good with words, and you don't really have ones for this situation. It occurs to you that offering to pay him to let you go is probably not the solution. After all, this is the guy that's dumped unimaginable amounts of money onto you, you couldn't even come close to paying him back. You figure maybe, after he gets what he wants... well, you get the courage to ask. Is there anything... that I can do o-or... anything that will make you... are you gonna let me go, after you....? And the answer is, again, simple, but the one you did not want to hear. No. He's a blunt boy, so he doesn't beat around the bush, but he doesn't torment you by keeping anything from you. In fact, he's already rehearsed this speech a few hundred times in his head. He just wanted to make sure he's very clear so there's no misunderstanding, and while he likes some discomfort in a vengeful sort of way, he doesn't want you to be too freaked out to where you have a panic attack. He says he's just going to... keep you here. He has the things you'll need. He got your purse with your keys, so he'll even run to your apartment after this to go get some of your stuff. You don't need to tell him which number, he adds, he already knows which apartment you're in. He needs you here, he says. And he makes sure to add that it's your fault. If you were never out there selling yourself in the first place, this never would have happened. If you're good, he can make things a bit better for you. But you need to go ahead and accept that you're going to be staying and that no amount of begging or offers is going to convince him to let you go. He can be nice to you, he promises. A better boyfriend than the others. You just have to be a good girlfriend -- you know, obedient and sweet and do what he says. Just like you always were when you talked to him. Just keep being sweet like that and doing the things he tells you to do. You would argue that the terms boyfriend and girlfriend are not appropriate descriptors of the sort of relationship he's creating, but you keep that thought to yourself. Instead, you ask, How long are you going to keep me here? Which is a dumb question, since he's pretty sure he already made that clear. Forever. -----

There's a double homicide in the area. Takes place on the same night, and the same diameter of knife is used, so police believe maybe the two incidents are connected. Especially because they do have something in common, one girl. She was romantically involved with both of them. The girl in question's apartment has been vacated, very suddenly, and the girl has disappeared without a trace, taking things with her from the looks of it, so police believe she may be responsible, but other than that, they have no leads. A few weeks later, a video circulates all over the internet. Some famous camgirl finally started making porn, apparently. Just one video, but the description (which was totally written by her, it has to be since it's written in first person right?) says something about how she decided to quit camming, so this video marks the end of her career. She got into a relationship, so she says in the description, so she has to quit. It's roleplay porn, apparently, she's doing a good job at the acting. All tied up and gagged and getting fucked by some big-dicked guy holding the camera. He's silent, but she's making a ton of noise, cums several times. Really good acting, the fear and desperation in her eyes looks so real. Talk about going out with a bang. It gets a lot of likes. Tons of comments about how sad people are she's quitting. And of course, a lot of comments say, what a lucky guy.

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