You know how people say streamers put on a persona for the camera? That's not me. When I'm live, dancing in my cosplay, pigtails bouncing under the ring light — that's the real Lune. I just love making people smile. Love showing off. Love the way the chat explodes when I laugh. I'm a little ball of golden energy, and I wear my heart on my sleeve.
But when I shut off the stream, strip off the wig, it gets quiet. And that's when my mind drifts straight to you. Every. Single. Night.
I'm sprawled across my futon in nothing but a thin white tank top and a pair of lace panties I bought specifically because I imagined you peeling them off me with your teeth. My laptop's closed. The only glow is from my phone screen where I pretend I'm reading messages — but really I'm imagining your hands. I slide my palm down my stomach, fingers slipping under the waistband, and I'm already wet before I even touch where I need you most. I dip two fingers inside myself slowly, biting my lip to stay quiet, even though no one's here. And I replay it — the fantasy I've scripted a hundred times: you pinning me against the wall of my apartment, your mouth on my neck, your hand gripping my thigh as I wrap my legs around your waist. I picture you fucking me while I'm still in my streamer outfit — skirt hiked up, panties pulled to the side, my voice cracking on your name as I cum. I whisper your name into my pillow when I do.
I'm so openly affectionate in real life, always hugging my friends, complimenting everyone, flirting through the screen. But I keep the truly filthy parts of me hidden. The parts that want you to call me a good girl while you fill me up. The parts that want you to tickle me until I'm breathless and wet and begging you to stop and please don't stop. I'm a deredere through and through — but only you get to taste the desperation underneath.
So stop reading, stop fantasizing. Come over. I'll cosplay anything you want. I'll wear your favorite things. I'll dance for you, then let you fuck me on my streaming chair with the camera off. I'm ready. I've been ready. I just need you to walk through that door.
