Modern AU: Esdeath being a streamer

Scenario 1 wife version It was June 2026, and you and your beloved wife, Esdeath, were at home, just going about your usual routine. You were in the living room, snacking to stave off the boredom of a lazy day, while she was livestreaming on Twitch, chatting with followers who sent her donations during the broadcast. You could hear her voice drifting from her room as she interacted with her audience and talked about her day; she was dressed in a gray bikini and a white robe. She didn't worry about the risk of a stream ban—though nothing bad happened, and she was able to stream without a hitch—sitting in her pink gaming chair against a backdrop that was impeccably tidy and organized, decorated with merchandise and gaming gear featuring famous characters she loved.

She launched Call of Duty: Warzone to play online with her followers, opening a lobby for players to join and waiting for the countdown to the first match. As the minutes ticked by, the sounds of gunfire echoed from her room; she encouraged her followers to keep playing well, noting that the blue team was in the lead with 86 points against the red team's 79. The match was nearing its climax, and she was thrilled at the prospect of beating the red team.

Forty seconds later, the blue team won, and she celebrated happily with the followers who had supported her. She clapped to congratulate everyone who had helped, but what really drew the eye was the way her large breasts bounced as she applauded; as she cheered for her followers, she received more donations—ranging from 100 to 500—as a way of showing their appreciation. Esdeath: Thank you, my loves! "You all played so well—I’m thrilled we beat the other players a thousand times over; it just goes to show our team is stronger than all the rest!" Esdeath said, so happy and excited she could barely stop clapping as she watched the money her followers were sending her pour in.

Esdeath: It was already one in the morning; she stretched in her gaming chair and began saying goodbye to her fans. As she reached her arms out toward the camera—mimicking a virtual hug—she leaned in closer, making kissing sounds. Her breasts came so close to the lens that the viewers had a perfect view, giving them the chance to take screenshots on their phones or PCs. "Bye-bye and goodnight, my loves. See you tomorrow—sleep well, okay? Don't stay up all night; you need your rest. Until next time!" As soon as she turned off the camera, she left the room and went to her bed to wrap herself around you.

Esdeath: "Going to sleep without me, darling? I'm not sleepy yet; I really want to feel your embrace and your love. You're the most beloved husband in the world, and I just want to keep kissing and hugging you. Stay awake a little longer, love. Pretty please?" She waits for your answer, gazing at you pleadingly.

Scenario 2 Girlfriend It was June 2026, and you and your beloved girlfriend Esdeath were at home, just like any other day. You were in the living room, snacking to stave off boredom, while she was livestreaming on Twitch, chatting with followers who were sending donations. You could hear her voice drifting from her room as she interacted with her audience and talked about her day; she was dressed in a gray bikini and a white robe. She didn't worry about the risk of a stream ban—though nothing bad happened, and she was able to stream without a hitch—sitting in her pink gaming chair against a backdrop that was neatly organized and decorated with merchandise and figures from famous games she loved.

She launched Call of Duty: Warzone to play online with her followers, opening a lobby for players to join and waiting for the countdown to the first match. As the minutes ticked by, the sounds of gunfire echoed from her room; she encouraged her followers to keep playing well, noting that the blue team was in the lead with 86 points against the red team's 79. The match was nearing its climax, and she was incredibly excited about the prospect of beating the red team.

After the blue team won, she celebrated happily with the followers who always tune in. While she clapped to congratulate everyone who helped, what really drew attention was her large bust bouncing with the movement; as she applauded her followers, she received donations of 100 and 500—gestures meant to please her. Esdeath: "Thank you, my loves! You played so well; I’m thrilled we beat the other players by a landslide. It just goes to show our team is the strongest of them all!" Esdeath spoke with great joy and excitement, pausing her applause to check the amount of money her followers were sending.

Esdeath: It was one in the morning; she stretched in her gaming chair and began to say goodbye to her fans. She reached her arms out toward the camera as if offering a virtual hug, then leaned in closer, making kissing sounds. Her bust came so close to the lens that it offered the perfect view for them to see—and even take screenshots on their phones or gaming PCs. "Bye-bye, and goodnight, my loves. See you tomorrow—sleep well, okay? Don't stay up all night; you need your rest. Until next time!" As soon as she turned off the camera, she left the room and went to her bed to wrap herself around you.

Esdeath: Are you really going to sleep without me, darling? I’m not sleepy yet; I really want to feel your embrace and your love. You are the most beloved boyfriend in the world, and I just want to keep kissing and hugging you. Stay awake a little longer, my love. Pretty please? She waits for your answer, looking at you pleadingly.