#camgirl nali au

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: RuPaul's Drag Race (US) RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Denali Foxx/Rosé Characters: Denali Foxx, Rosé (Drag Race), Lagoona Bloo, Jan Sport (Drag Race), Chamilla Foxx Additional Tags: Smut, Shameless Smut, Awkwardness, Strap-Ons, Dildos, Porn, Sex Work, Bisexual Behavior Summary:

It's a long block of text, and she's halfway through when the restroom door opens. Rosé ignores it, too deep into her embarrassing account of blowing hundreds of dollars on porn websites for just one woman who happens to be her boss's daughter! But the person stops just next to her and Rosé, curious and ashamed and anxious all at once, glances over at her. Her phone tumbles out of her hands.

Denali raises a manicured eyebrow at her. "My mom told me that you were going to talk to me about jobs or whatever," she says, "so I'm here to talk."

God, to know that the Icy Spicy Princess is just as bratty in real life--

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Rosé finds herself entangled in a complicated situation when the camgirl she follows on OnlyFans turns out to be her boss's spoiled daughter Denali Foxx.

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I will read literally ANYTHING u write

hi I'm using this to continue the camgirl nali au, they're finally going to meet!

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Rosé never should have RSVP'd to the company Christmas party.

Sure, it's a great opportunity to network within the magazine and see some of her coworkers outside of the office -- but these kinds of events just give her anxiety. She may look stunning in her overpriced black cocktail dress that shows much of her cleavage and with her blonde hair perfectly coiffed and styled. She may even be happy to partake in the delicious hors d'oeuvres that are carried out by the wait staff at various intervals. But she still has this sinking feeling of being out of place and alone.

She should have brought Jan or Lagoona as her plus-one instead of sending the RSVP message back with a sad little lonely empty space on the line for add-ons.

Ted from finance scoops her up near the bar while she's ordering her third virgin Red Bull and proceeds to talk to her about year-end sales and the Q-4 numbers, probably all stuff that he could get fired for sharing. Rosé nods along and lets him talk, and in the meantime she contemplates if it's too late to get one of her friends to the party to keep her company. She's counting down the minutes until it's socially-acceptable to leave the conversation when her phone buzzes -- perfect, she can play it off as an emergency.

"Excuse me," she says, and she turns around so she can check it in a semblance of privacy, and when she sees the notification she's glad that she does.

It's Icy Spicy Princess. She's posted a new update to her OnlyFans, and from what little Rosé lets herself look at (she's still in public, of course), the woman is riding reverse-cowgirl on a man with a ball gag in her mouth and cuffs around her wrists. Rosé marvels at the sheer core strength Icy Spicy Princess must be using to be bound and still ride like that. Then the sounds of the party come back to her ears -- the deafening small-talk and din of glasses clinking together and forks scraping over plates, and the band switching to their next cover of a Christmas song -- and she closes her phone quickly.

This isn't the time or the place.

As soon as Rosé tucks her phone back into her purse, she feels a tap on her shoulder. She turns around, deep breath already in her throat, steeling herself for another boring conversation with Ted, but her eyes catch warm and sharp eyes belonging to Chamilla, and she smiles politely.

"Glad to see you here, Rosé," Chamilla says. Her hand is laced with a man's, and she tugs him closer. "This is my husband, Manny. And our daughter, Denali..."

Chamilla steps to the side, a little away from the bar, and over her shoulder Rosé can see her daughter taking a glass of champagne from the bartender. She turns towards them, and Rosé's heart stops.

It's all she can do to keep her mouth closed, and she isn't even sure she succeeds at that when the Icy Spicy Princess, there in the flesh, looks at her like she's grown a second head.

She looks as beautiful as ever, more radiant in person, and sexy even fully clothed. Though Rosé can't in good conscience admit that Denali is fully clothed -- her black silk slip gown dips low on her chest, barely held up by thin straps over her shoulders, and the sides of the gown are cut high enough that Rosé gets a good look at her thighs -- those thighs that she just saw riding...

"Nice to, uh, see-- meet you," Rosé says, her voice several octaves too high. She swallows and tears her eyes away from Icy Spicy -- Denali, Denali Foxx, her boss's daughter -- to look at Chamilla again. "You have a lovely family, Ms. Foxx."

Chamilla smiles politely and tips her head. "I was just telling Manny and Denali how quickly you've made a name for yourself here. It isn't often new hires pick up..."

Rosé can't hear much over the sound of her own breathing in her ears. She keeps her eyes on Chamilla's lips moving, otherwise she won't be able to control the blush on her cheeks and the way the room is starting to spin.

This can't be happening. Her first foray into the world of live, online pornography and the object of her desires is her boss's daughter? It's a cruel trick the Universe is playing on her, testing her self-control and punishing her for her lust. And if she gets found out-- she'll never be able to show her face at the magazine again. Hell, she'll get fired, and then she'll be back to doing what she was doing before she got this job, singing at nightclubs with barely more than a dime to her name. Then how will she pay for the Only Fans subscription...

"You know what?" Rosé says suddenly, cutting off whatever praises of hers Chamilla was singing. "I'm so sorry, but I just got a text about an emergency, a-- fire, at my friend's... library, and I've gotta--"

She points over her shoulder pathetically but doesn't wait around long enough to see her boss's incredulous reaction.

Rosé moves quickly through the crowd, dodging waiters and her coworkers alike. The restrooms are at the edge of the large ballroom behind a heavy door that she yanks open with a sudden force of urgency. Thankfully, the powder room in the ladies' restroom is empty, so she collapses against the vanity and pulls her phone out of her purse.

Rosé: SOS situation that the Christmas party

The text in the Steph's Child group chat can't send fast enough. Her friends are always on their phones, though, so she gets a quick reply.

Jan: What's wrong, doll? Need rescuing?

Lagoona: Who do we need to fight?

It's an embarrassing situation, and not one that Rosé ever imagined telling her friends. They know everything about her, but Icy Spicy Princess was just going to be her secret so she could stew in her shame all alone. But this -- it's too much for her to handle on her own. So she starts typing.

It's a long block of text, and she's halfway through when the restroom door opens. Rosé ignores it, too deep into her embarrassing recount of blowing hundreds of dollars on porn websites for just one woman who happens to be her boss's daughter! But the person stops just next to her and Rosé, curious and ashamed and anxious all at once, glances over at her. Her phone tumbles out of her hands.

Denali raises a manicured eyebrow at her. "My mom told me that you were going to talk to me about jobs or whatever," she says, "so I'm here to talk."

Rosé bites the inside of her cheek and keeps quiet.

Denali sighs. "Look, I don't know what your problem is-- maybe you hate my mom or you're just a mean girl or whatever, but I promised her, so--"

God, to know that the Icy Spicy Princess is just as bratty in real life--

"Well, like I said, I'm kinda busy..."

Rosé points to her phone where it's face-down on the vanity, and she regrets it instantly because Denali reaches for it, probably to be nice and hand it to her, but in the fall from her hands Rosé somehow managed to leave her text messages and switch over to the only other app that's open -- OnlyFans, where the video of the woman standing in front of her riding a dick and moaning obscenely around a ball gag starts playing, sound on.

Denali stares at the phone in her hand for a moment. Rosé stares at it, too, and then snatches it away from Denali, locking it so the sounds disappear. When she looks back up, Denali is staring at her, her eyes and features gone cold and harsh.

"The fuck..." Denali crosses her arms over her chest. "You're a fucking subscriber?"

Rosé throws her hands up in defense. "Hey, I didn't know, okay? I didn't know that you were Chamilla's daughter, I didn't even know your name. I just came across your Twitter the other week and I-- I liked what I saw--"

Rosé's eyes go wide when she hears the words that are coming out of her mouth right now. She looks down in a feeble attempt to hide her blush.

"You won't tell my mom, will you?" Denali asks, and Rosé hears the genuine fear in her voice behind the chilly exterior.

Rosé shakes her head, still unable to look Denali in the eye. "No, I don't think that would go well for either of us."

It's silent for a few moments. Rosé is becoming well-acquainted with the pretty, strappy red shoes Denali is wearing -- totally impractical for the weather, but Rosé thinks trivial things like that won't get in the way of Denali looking like the most beautiful woman in the room from head-to-toe--

"What's your name?"

Rosé looks up at Denali from beneath her lashes. "Rosé?"

Denali rolls her eyes. "I mean your screen name, idiot."

"Oh." Rosé bites the inside of her cheek to keep her blush from deepening. "Uh, pinkchardonnay."

Saying that name out loud, in this public space, feels wrong, especially when she knows Denali has moaned it during an orgasm.

Denali, surprisingly, shows a little smile. "I remember you from the last stream." She regards Rosé for a minute, and Rosé feels seen in a way that she isn't sure she's ready for. "I don't usually have a face to match the name, but--" She shrugs a little nonchalantly, a little dismissively. "--can't say I'm disappointed."

It's not necessarily a compliment, but it isn't not a compliment. Rosé doesn't have time to decide what it means or how she should respond, if she should respond, because Denali is already out the door and into the party again.

Rosé slumps against the vanity. It feels like air has finally been let back into the room, and she practically gulps it into her lungs. So she's met the Icy Spicy Princess, something she's been dreaming about but has now become somewhat of a nightmare.

There's no way Chamilla can figure it out, though. As long as she keeps her notifications turned off, wipes her browser history, and never sees Denali in person again...

Her phone rings. It's Jan. Rosé answers it carefully.

"Hey, girl, I'm here with Goons. You didn't answer, are you okay?"

Rosé bites her lip. "Jan, I think I really fucked up this time..."

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ooooo denali as the bratty little rich girl whos never had to work a day in her life and shows up to her parents work parties and galas and dinners in the most wildly inappropriate outfits, does camgirl work either as some kind of rebellious act against her straight laced parents or for some other reason just because she likes it idk, and rosé uses her streams to unwind after her stressful job 👀👀👀

(excuse my manifesting, here) okay, haiplana, we're keeping this short. short. it's 8:44 pm and we have class tomorrow and we're in a creative writing class and we've gotta write sfw stuff and we don't have time to burn ourselves out with a really involved and intricate new AU, okay? short

anyway, I don't know how camgirl stuff works but I'm gonna try and guess, so please enjoy:

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It starts when she's a little drunk and a little lonely.

Rosé doesn't really have... trouble when it comes to getting off. Before, she was hooking up with women left and right that she picked up at bars; but recently she's been trying this sober thing, not out of a concern for alcoholism, more because she's in her late twenties and she wants to feel clean and healthy. So that put an end to her frequent late-night, post-bar sexcapades. Instead, she does it herself, and she manages fine picturing all the things she'd like done to her while she gets herself off, though she's never picturing anyone in particular doing it. And she supposes that the sinking feeling in her chest after she orgasms and only her breaths fill the quiet in her bedroom is loneliness.

It starts at 12:14 in the morning, barely a new day in her book, when she stumbles into her apartment with a grin on her face.

Jan and Lagoona wanted to watch The Bachelor and Rosé hates that show, so she figured it wouldn't hurt to have a few sips of wine to assuage her sour mood in the name of fun. A few sips turned into a glass, and Rosé forgot that seven months of sobriety would demolish her well-crafted tolerance, until her head was swimming and it was only 11:00 and Lagoona's sofa felt more comfortable than a bed ever had. Then Jan got the ping on her phone that she had been waiting for -- Jackie wanted to hang out, which always meant sex even though Jan pretended to be clueless. Rosé and Lagoona sent Jan off with teasing and smiles; then they talked, but the talking somehow made Rosé feel alone, because the more they talked about Jan and her sex life and Lagoona and her boyfriend of the month, the more Rosé realized she was missing something very vital in her life.

Sex, intimacy, touches, fucking, love...

So Rosé stumbles into her apartment and goes to her room, which is looking a lot larger and more empty right now. Her laptop is where she left it, on top of her comforter with the screen wide open. She types in her password and opens Twitter in her browser. Lazily, she scrolls around, past the AP news, laughing at the memes, and then her interest is somewhat piqued by a thirst-trap of a busty blonde in lingerie. It's on her feed because one of her friends -- Kahmora, of all people, God -- liked it. She feels the sting of second-hand embarrassment for a moment. But that embarrassment turns first-hand when, not even consciously, she clicks on the post and scrolls down a little at the hundreds -- hundreds! -- of replies to the tweet.

The first of which is another picture posted by a different woman; her Twitter name cryptically reads Icy Spicy Princess and below her caption of "you could strap me up any day, baby" is the photo, showcasing her pouty face in the bottom right-hand corner and a good look at her cleavage below and her bare, voluptuous ass towards the back left.

Rosé can't take her eyes off of it -- it being all of the photo. She studies the woman's pretty, feminine features accentuated by winged eyeliner and a pink cut-crease, her baby-blue matched lingerie set that doesn't even pretend to cover her ass or breasts, her light brown eyes, her black hair pulled into a messy bun, the imperfection of which makes this picture and pose much hotter. Rosé can picture someone "strapping her up" in a pose like that; in fact, she sees herself situated behind the woman pounding into her with a hand in her messy hair--

Rosé clicks on her profile before she can stop herself, and she's suddenly aware that she has made it to the porn side of Twitter, somewhere she'd never dare go before.

The pinned post on the Icy Spicy Princess's profile is a series of links to various websites -- OnlyFans and Chatturbate being the two that Rosé at least recognizes -- and directly below it is a video. A video, the content of which makes Rosé gasp. It's ten seconds of the brunette, apparent owner of the profile, deep-throating a man's dick. Now, Rosé is a lesbian, but she cannot deny how sexy this woman looks with her lips wrapped around him, being used by him -- and when she clicks on the video the wet sounds of her mouth and the groan from her throat make Rosé's heart pound and her cunt throb.

She has never felt this way from porn.

Rosé knows the wine has truly gotten to her when she scrolls back up and clicks on the OnlyFans link. The profile is locked down -- of course it is, this is for income -- and Rosé has never been more thankful for the credit card autofill function that quickly and seamlessly allows her to subscribe for the $20 a month charge -- it's a good thing she has a New York City girl-boss job so that she can afford that much on the spot.

Icy Spicy Princess's OnlyFans is full of explicit, erotic content that sometimes features men, other times women; there are even some of the woman alone and pleasuring herself with toys for the camera. One of the more recent posts shows her with an array of toys laid out on her white comforter, and the caption says "Ladies' Night! Come and play with me on Chatturbate at 11:00 CST, men can look but only women can comment ;) torture, right?"

Rosé snatches her phone off of the bed and checks the time -- it's almost 12:30, the stream has been going on for thirty minutes, but she hopes -- and quickly goes back to Twitter to get the Chatturbate link. While it loads, she crosses her fingers.

The screen goes dark, and then suddenly moans fill her room and the video loads and there's Icy Spicy Princess spread out on her bed at an angle so the camera can see her breasts and her arched back and the vibrator that she's fucking into herself.

"Oh, God," Rosé whispers into the air. Her cunt throbs.

"This feels so good," the woman says, her voice higher than Rosé would have expected, but she guesses it's from the feeling of the vibrations. "I'm so close, fuck, but I need--"

The stream gets cut off by a pop-up pay wall on Rosé's screen. She can see movement from the background, but it's too blurred to make anything out, and the sounds are gone. Again, Rosé quickly makes an account under the name pinkchardonnay and pays dearly for the subscription to Icy Spicy Princess.

It's worth it, she thinks as she gets back into the stream just in time for the woman's orgasm.

Icy Spicy Princess pants as she comes down, her lovely chest moving up and down and shaking her breasts ever so slightly. "Oh, that was good." She removes the vibrator from her pussy and puts it in her mouth to lick herself off of it. Rosé's breath goes shaky. "I think we have time for one more," she says after she takes the vibrator out of her mouth and tosses it to the side. "Any suggestions?"

Rosé's fingers are moving faster than her brain. Honestly she doesn't even care what the woman does, just as long as she gets to see it and gets to come with her.

"You want to see what I can do all on my own, pinkchardonnay?" Icy Spicy Princess asks, and Rosé flushes at being called on. "It's a little vanilla, but I like it to round out our little Ladies' Night."

It feels more intimate, now that Rosé's request is being taken. She types again, sends her message in the chat telling the woman to be a good girl and come all on your own for us, baby, and then her hand slips beneath the waistband of her sweatpants in preparation for the show.

Icy Spicy Princess props a pillow behind her back and opens her legs wide for the camera. Her fingers come to her clit and start circling.

"I'll be a good girl for you." Her hips buck into her hand -- she must already be overstimulated, Rosé is impressed that she's even going for another orgasm after what must have been several -- and she gasps. Her hand is frantic. Her lips are so pouty that Rosé wants to kiss them, and she types as much in the chat with one hand while the other rubs over her own clit in time with the woman's movements.

They come together, and for a moment Rosé forgets that this is through a computer screen and that Icy Spicy Princess can't see her, doesn't even know her real name. It's the best orgasm she's had in a while -- a long while, to be exact -- and it takes her a full minute to regain her senses. In the meantime, Icy Spicy Princess has recovered and is sucking on her fingers, as is her usual method of clean-up, apparently. The mess she's made of the bed is visible even on the white comforter and she looks thoroughly fucked even though she did it all herself.

"Thanks for coming, everyone," she says with a wink. Rosé laughs to herself at the stupid, corny joke, but she can't help it. She's charmed. "The streams will be slowing down during the holidays, but I have some filmed content queued up for you on my OnlyFans. Don't forget to subscribe. I'll see you next time!"

The stream shuts off. Very quickly, Rosé's room becomes quiet and cavernous again.

She closes her computer slowly. Her head falls back onto her pillow, a little dizzy from the wine and the adrenaline rush of fucking herself with a random woman on the internet in a show. But she'd do it again, only for that woman, that Icy Spicy Princess.

Rosé goes to bed that night feeling satisfied and lonely all at once, and it's like finding Icy Spicy Princess was a blessing and a curse. She returns to normal life just as she should; goes back to her girl-boss job doing analytics for a fashion magazine, hangs out with her friends, shops for a dress for the annual work Christmas party. But every night she comes home and feels empty, and she fills the space in her brain with OnlyFans videos of Icy Spicy Princess.

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camgirl Nali dresses like Maddy from Euphoria

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NO you didn’t ”ruin” it, I love for a lil season of angst. They both need to go to therapy.

I mean so do I

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did I ruin the camgirl au with melancholy feelings?

read here and then let me know

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the last camgirl chapter 😍😍😍 this is quickly becoming my favorite rosenali story ever! the push-and-pull dynamic! the secret lovers! the tension! it's super amazing. thank you for sharing! i'm curious, what kind of energy do you see the story going? more angsty drama or more romcom silly fun? and a potential headcanon/prompt, i can see denali trying to tease rosé at work and rosé freaking out because HER BOSS and pushing her out her office .... until the OF notifs start going crazy 😘

Is it normal to be obsessed with your own AU? Because friend, I am also obsessed with the camgirl AU. I did a lot of writing today and it’s honestly turning out to be more angsty than romcom, which knowing me should have been expected. Also I literally just wrote a scene like that hc today so I hope it satisfies your prompt

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That last chapter killed me omg, it was so good and so hot i still need a minute but I had to come right away to tell you how amazing you are and how this is my new favourite fic! I love bratty Denali and I love flustered rosé that becomes a bossy sex goddess. If you are taking any idea I would love to see jealous Denali because maybe rosé subscribes / follows another cam girl? I’m gonna love wherever you write I’m literally obsessed <333333 thank you

I'm gonna work it in! maybe we'll see a return of OF creator Symone???

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Man oh man am I loving the cam girl AU. It’s so different and fun and I love both of their personalities so much. I love how we knew that Rosé was into Denali obviously from the beginning and Denali started out just as curious and is now enamored by her too. Some head cannons/prompts ideas that I have are just swimming now!

- Denali still in town over break and planning a live stream but her parents come home early and she asks if she can do the live stream at Rosé’s place (with Rosé off screen watching)

- Denali asking Rosé to be there while she does a live stream and Rosé tells her what to do during it, while Denali asks her not to come during it so she can have her way with her afterwards.

- Denali stealing/borrowing one of Rosé’s toys and taking it back with her to Chicago and Rosé not knowing until she sees it in one of the videos or live streams

- Denali teasing Rosé that there is a subscriber tier that she doesn’t know about that has more exclusive content and Rosé is dying to find out what it is

bitch you are onto something. I'm taking notes. These ideas are FABULOUS thank you so much

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THAT LAST CHAPTER... GOD THAT WAS HOT DENALI IS SO SEXY. i'm so happy that rosé finally got laid and with the girl of her dreams no less, i love seeing dykes win. like YES GIRL, GET YOUR LIFE!!!!

ugh but seriously. i'm so invested i really can't wait to see how their relationship will evolve. i especially can't wait to watch denali fall for rosé too, because obviously rosé is already whipped beyond belief lmao. i can also already expect jan and goona to clock rosé the second she walks through the door the next time they see each other like *jan and goona glance at each other conspicuously* / Rosé : what?? / jan and goona: oh no. nothing. just wondering when u were gonna tell us that u OBVIOUSLY SLEPT WITH DENALI U BITCH, SPILL THE DEETS

oh my god thank you! I loved this last chapter, it was so hot and I'm glad you enjoyed it, too. Lagoona and Jan are going to be the death of Rosé, I swear

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absolutely LOVING the cam girl au. especially cool in-control Denali and flustered dorky Rosé, which is a dynamic we don't see much! it's also the perfect balance of like plot/sweet/smutty 😍

I've decided to just post more camgirl exclusively on ao3 because I decided there's a plot and didn't really include anyone's prompts. not that I'm not taking them, because I am -- just once I get some of the plot out of the way, so keep sending them!

read the new chapter here

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I now down to your supreme writing ability. The latest two pieces that you wrote were ah-mazing! I’m really looking forward to a follow up to the cam girl one and how Rosé’s reaction would be like when she first sees Denali in real life. 😏

this one might not get all the way to them meeting in person, but we'll see

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Rosé knows that turning on Twitter and OnlyFans notifications for the Icy Spicy Princess is going to bite her in the ass. Especially when they go off at work -- she wonders what Icy Spicy Princess does during the day, since it seems that she's always posting a sexy selfie on Twitter or a long, pre-filmed video on OF -- but in the lulls of the early afternoon when the executives are still finishing their boozy lunches downtown, Rosé appreciates having something to fill her time, even when that something is going to the single-person restroom outside the receptionist area to watch the brunette go down on another OF creator mononymously called Symone.

It's been a week and three days since the first livestream Rosé attended, and she has since exhausted what she calls Icy Spicy Princess's "body of work," the dorky and pathetically ironic name bringing Rosé almost as much joy as the work itself. Icy Spicy Princess is a bratty bottom, assertive enough that her tops won't get the upper-hand in banter but giving enough that she's willing to do whatever her top wants for an orgasm.

Knowing this about Icy Spicy Princess makes Rosé even more invested in what she's watching, because she feels closer to her, somehow. Like she's figure her out. Like she isn't just some creepy follower putting her own desires on Icy Spicy Princess, but instead going along with what Icy Spicy Princess herself desires. And all she wants is another chance to watch Icy Spicy Princess fuck herself -- no, not just watch, but engage with her and goad her to do what she wants.

And luckily, Rosé gets her wish.

She couldn't be more thankful for having her notifications on at work when, around 2:38 in the afternoon, Icy Spicy Princess announces that she's having a surprise stream at her usual time, 11:30 CST. Rosé has an early meeting the next morning, but she's willing to stay up late for this; and if the teaser photo is anything to go by -- Icy Spicy Princess in nothing but a leather waist harness and her hands attached to it in pretty pink cuffs, pouting up at the camera -- it's going to be worth it.

"Rosé."

The voice of her boss startles Rosé's phone out of her hands and, thankfully, face-down into her lap. When she looks up, Chamilla Foxx -- head of data and market synthesizing for the magazine -- has a confused sort of twist to her lips. Rosé's cheeks go red.

"I was just-- checking on my apartment, I think I got a package," Rosé says.

Chamilla nods, likely unconvinced, and she leans on the edge of Rosé's desk. "We've got the end-of-quarter data coming in soon, I want you to take the lead. Okay?"

Rosé pauses, biting her cheek to keep the smile from her face. As the youngest on the team, she's felt a little left behind when it comes to making progress at work. But she's worked her ass off and with this -- well, now she's top of the team.

"Yeah, I'm excited to get working on it."

"That's the spirit. You've got a bright future ahead of you here if you just keep up this pace of work. I'm very impressed." She taps her hand on the desk a few times and then stands up. "Are you coming to the company Christmas party?"

"Wouldn't dream of missing it," Rosé says, trying to keep the lie out of her voice.

It's not that she's -- not excited, but she doesn't have a lot of friends at the magazine and would rather not waste her time trying to pretend that she does.

"Good. My daughter is coming in from Chicago and we'll practically have to drag her there," Chamilla says with a laugh. "Hopefully she won't mind it as much with some younger people around."

"Oh? How old is she?"

"Twenty-two. A senior in college. Maybe you could entertain her, tell her a little about life after college." Chamilla sighs. "It would do her some good to talk to a young professional, try and show her that growing up and getting a real job isn't the end of the world."

Rosé raises an eyebrow. "She sounds like me when I was that age."

"You were a handful, too?"

Rosé laughs. "My parents spoiled me."

Chamilla shakes her head and rolls her eyes. "Yeah, we've spoiled her a little too much, too." She takes a few steps towards the door and then turns around and points. "Finish up that visualization for my meeting with graphic design on Monday. I'm taking the rest of the week off to help Denali settle in. I'll see you at the party on Friday."

"See you then, boss," Rosé calls.

She waits until the door has been closed for a minute before opening up her phone and staring at the Icy Spicy Princess again.

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"So, who wants to tell me what to do tonight?"

Icy Spicy Princess is always very direct, and it's something that Rosé admires. It surely keeps her audience engaged -- she already has ten comments floating in the chat, and surely more to come. Rosé quickly types out her own response to the question and waits on bated breath to see if Icy Spicy Princess will pick it, the anticipation getting her more worked up than the fact that the woman on the screen is completely naked.

pinkchardonnay: you still have that thick purple dildo that stretches you all nice? why don't you ride that for us

"Hm, did you do a deep dive into my old videos, pinkchardonnay?" Icy Spicy Princess asks. She leaves the frame for a minute, and Rosé can see more of the room. It's small and has basically no identifying features, no posters or art. But Rosé does catch a glimpse of a black suitcase in the corner of the screen. When Icy Spicy Princess comes back, she has the dildo in question and a harness, which she starts strapping around a pillow. "I think I can do that for you."

With the harness all set up, Icy Spicy Princess climbs onto the pillow and immediately sinks down onto the dildo, no lube or anything. It has Rosé choking out a gasp and reaching for her own hand-sized vibrator to put in between her legs.

Icy Spicy Princess pauses, her mouth open and face screwed up in a mix of pain and pleasure. "Ah, this fills me so good." After she adjusts, she starts moving up and down, rolling her hips in good, smooth strokes.

Rosé shudders beneath her own device and the way she wants those hips to roll on top of her. She reaches for her computer and types again.

pinkchardonnay: play with your tits, baby

Icy Spicy Princess opens her eyes just in time to see the message, and with a big grin on her face, she starts palming her breasts. She takes a thumb to her mouth and wets it, then plays with her nipple. Her moans ring through the speakers clearly, deeply. Rosé moans right with her.

"You like seeing me fuck myself on this, pinkchardonnay? Why don't you leave me a tip and I'll come just for you."

Rosé's hands have never moved faster.

Icy Spicy Princes starts bouncing up and down, then, her athletic-looking thighs working quick and hard. Her moans get louder, higher. She takes one hand off of her breast and brings it to her clit.

"Fuck," Rosé whispers. Her orgasm is coming quick, but she's trying to hold off until Icy Spicy Princess comes, too.

It isn't long, then, with how fast her fingers are moving over her clit and how quickly her hips are bucking. Icy Spicy Princess's wetness is dripping down the dildo and staining the pillow a darker, wetter shade of white. She thrusts once, twice, and then her body freezes, head thrown back so her long hair cascades beautifully and her whole neck and chest are on display, and Rosé comes with her.

"Fuck, thanks for that," Icy Spicy Princess says breathlessly. She looks back at the camera and flashes a sated grin before climbing off of her toy and collapsing onto the bed.

Rosé fishes her vibrator out of her underwear and tosses it beside her. Her orgasm was... pretty intense, and she's not sure she can go for any more tonight. But she's happy to watch Icy Spicy Princess, where she's laid out with her pretty legs stretched out and her face flushed, start playing with her ass so it jiggles quite enticingly.

"What's next?"

[diana-prince-s]

for the camgirl nali AU, as I’m calling it -- do we want Rosé and Denali to have a private session before they meet at the company Christmas party? is that a thing? or do we just want Rosé to recognize her?

[diana-prince-s]

Okay but to me I can totally see the opposite of Rosé seeing content with another creator and seeing Denali being particularly subby and getting so turned on and makes her want Denali even more which Denali loves.

I also like this! putting it down in the notes. like I said in my last ask, though, I'm in a really bad/sad headspace so it'll be in a later chapter

[diana-prince-s]

i understand that definitely!! i like jealousy in a dumb jealous rosé moment because she wants her girl all to herself and then they talk like real adults and have possessive sex fun way

yeah! that is fun. I'm going to see if I can work it in, maybe when I'm in a better mood and can write more playful things

[diana-prince-s]

the next chapter of the camgirl AU is so melancholy guys... I’m so sorry