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I dim the lights in my bedroom studio, the camera rolling as I settle onto my king-sized bed, surrounded by soft pink sheets that hug my curves. Hey there, lovers, it’s your girl Khalifa here—your favorite OnlyFans pornstar, bringing the heat right to Pornhub. I’ve been teasing you all week on my page, and tonight, I’m feeling extra naughty. My body’s aching for release, and I want you to watch every second. I’m wearing this tiny black lace teddy that barely covers my perky D-cup tits, my nipples already hard and poking through the fabric like they’re desperate for your touch. My long, dark hair falls in waves over my shoulders, and my olive skin glows under the warm light. “Mmm, hi babies,”

“Come closer.” He obliged, stupid fool cocky enough to lean down. I hooked a finger, beckoned him like I was calling a dog, and his face dipped until his ear was bare to me. I whispered in his ear, letting the breath feather across his skin. “I do OnlyFans. Very famous there.” I let the words hang, watching the muscle in his jaw tick. He snorted out a laugh. “Oh really? Remind me of your username then.” The kid in the couple across the room started crying, loud, ugly noise that yanked the leader’s attention for a second. He snapped, furious, barking at the woman, “Shut that little monster up! Stuff a sock in its mouth! Keep it down!”

My finger moved on its own. His profile—blue checkmark, 4.2M followers—featured a new Story. I went back to the main video. The comments kept popping up on the screen. @TateFan420: "OnlyFans with that body? Must be earning peanuts. Who wants to see that thing undressed. Bet she smells like a seafood dumpster." @Sigma342: "Look at her thighs jiggle when she walks! Built like that and acts like she's hot? Delusional."

She wanted to scream. She stood to prepare to leave at the next stop and made her way to the door. She passed two young women staring at their cell phones and froze. There was the image of Andre, water pouring off his naked body. She missed her stop and jolted to ring the bell for the next. "What site was that on?" she asked them, and they stared at her with knowing grins. "It's all over the Internet now!" one gushed. "This one is Reddit in the NSFW subreddit for big cocks!" the other whispered, and they burst into giggles.

No, five. He slammed his laptop shut and leaned back against the pillows, fingers pressed to his temple like he could squeeze the thoughts out of his head. This was insane. He was spiraling. MidnightViper couldn’t be Julian. There was no way someone like Carter—golden boy, team sweetheart, hockey’s favorite PR angel—would moonlight as a faceless OnlyFans creator who whispered confessions into the camera like he was peeling his soul open. Except… what if he was? **

The way her body had arched and begged. The way Brian had looked at her — like something to be broken and worshipped at the same time. Fuck. Why was my body still reacting to it? My phone buzzed in my lap for the fourth time in ten minutes. I didn’t need to look anymore. OnlyFans. The numbers were climbing fast — likes, comments, new subscribers flooding in after the short BDSM-inspired clip I’d posted in a haze of confused arousal. “For fuck’s sake,” I muttered, silencing the notification.

“They could be recording. They could have footage of everything—” “Good.” He grinned. “We can even start our OnlyFans from there if our videos leak… Well, I'll be the only fan because I don't want anyone to see you naked, ever.” My breath hitched in my throat, and I gulped. “We can't —”

She shows me everything, and after our solo shoots, we take a few pictures and videos together. She downloads an app onto my phone and laptop, showing me how to perfectly disguise it with an app no one would dare touch. That app is my gateway to the website and my account. “Open a T*****r account, use the same email I used for your OnlyFans.” She instructs me, editing our pictures.

After the kidnapping, after carrying her unconscious body, after she’d clung to me like I was the only safe thing left in her world… the line between irritation and something hotter had blurred. Elara’s slap still echoed in my ears. The blood on Josephine’s forehead. The way she’d looked at me—defiant even while hurt. I’d almost pulled her back then the flower vase that hit her head. I downed the rest of the drink. Focus, Winsley. My phone buzzed. A campus gossip post—Josephine in nothing but a bra, caption hinting at OnlyFans. Comments flooded in. Some thirsting, some condemning. I closed the app quickly, my jaw tight.

Jessica took a step towards her and pulled out her phone, swiping upwards. "You see, I kinda found out that my boyfriend was obsessed with some girl on OnlyFans, so I had someone clone his app for me, you know..." No... Kate took a step back. For each move she made, Jessi covered the distance between them, her eyes sneering. "That's when I discovered that he was even chatting privately with her, paying a fucking huge amount of money for her nudes. First was a video of her fucking a guy, and another was a threesome."