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NSFW - MDNI

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~𝕯𝕰𝖁𝕺𝖀𝕽 𝕿𝕳𝕰 𝕾𝖀𝕹

⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆ 𝔈𝔓ℑ𝔏𝔒𝔊𝔘𝔈

The sky had curdled.

It hung above the world like the immovable lid of a tomb, bloated and bruised and sagging under the weight of unshed thunder. Stormlight slithered through the clouds in sickly green-gold strokes, like the bile of a dying saint, bathing the field below in a light too holy to be pure, yet too stained to be sacred. The field was a cathedral of rot. A sanctuary of carrion. War had stormed through here like a gluttonous beast- that much was glaringly obvious.

You walked alone through the aftermath, your feet blistered and blackened by the coals that smoldered not too deep beneath the Earth’s skin. Each step was a prayer for your beloved’s life to be preserved, yet each breath was pure and unadulterated blasphemy.

And there- at the very heart of the ruin, where the grass had melted to ash and the trees stood tall like charred ribs torn from a titan’s corpse- lay your knight.

Your ruin.

Natalie.

Collapsed like a puppet with its strings sliced. Sprawled in an eerily beautiful spiral of blood and silk and soot, her armor shredded, torn open like the pages of a book that contained insanely dangerous secrets. The earth cradled her with the reverence of a lover and the hunger of a grave. Her braid had come undone- golden strands splayed around her skull akin to the Sun’s last hurrah before it sinks beneath the horizon. Her hands, those unshakeable, bloodthirsty hands that had once torn men from horseback to protect you, were open now. Useless. Hollow. The left still clutched a familiar trinket- your locket. Her right hand was curled into a fist against her ribs, as if she’d tried, in her final seconds, to hold her own heart still.

You fell to your knees with a sound that was not a cry, but a shriek. An ancient, bone deep wail that filled your mouth with the familiar tang of metal.

The moment you touched her, the world began to weep, but not with rain. It began to weep with the slow, cruel, deliberate shatter of silence. The clouds above you cracked and split like porcelain teeth, and the light that spilled down was too gold,- too good, you thought, and it was almost as though the Gods had finally, finally looked down and understood what they had done.

You kissed her forehead. It was cold. So, so cold.

Your breath misted against her skin, and you imagined it was her sighing. Just for a moment. Just one cruel, perfect illusion. The blood beneath her head soaked through your garments to bloody your knees, warm still, smelling of iron and lavender and fire-forged weaponry.

You pressed your palm to her chest, desperate.

No thrum. No echo. No… anything.

Only silence.

A silence that seemed so loud that it bent the air around it, devouring sound, swallowing up your hope like a starving choirboy lapping up sacrament wine. It was a silence so sacred that it desecrated everything it touched.

And yet, in that moment, something shifted.

Barely. It was hardly noticeable, actually, but it was still there, like the hush before a kiss.

You knew what it was now.

The blood oath.

That damned, divine brand etched into her beautiful ivory skin, a promise too ancient to break, too hungry to die- it glowed.

Faintly. Weakly.

But there, all the same.

You sucked in a breath, trying desperately not to get your hopes up.

“Say something,” you whispered. Your lips brushed hers, not a kiss, but communion. "Say anything, please, Natalie. Say hello. Tell me you’re mine. Just say something."

She didn’t- of course she didn’t. What were you thinking?

The wind spoke, though.

It curled around you, freezing fingers grasping you from your lover's grave, full of warmth that did not belong to this plane. And riding on it, sharp as a needle, sweet as a sin-

Her voice.

Thin as a spiderweb, soft as a prayer:

"My lady."

You froze.

Terror and hope devoured each other in your stomach, clawing their way up your throat.

She had not moved. Not stirred. Her lashes did not flutter. Her chest did not rise. Her lips were parted, but they did not tremble as they should with the injuries she had sustained. No, her mouth was still. But the voice-

It was hers.

Yet it was not.

It was her voice if it had been drowned in holy water and pulled back from the brink of death. Her voice, if it had been dragged through every circle ofHell and emerged soot-tongued and blood-soaked and eternally ruined.

You scrambled back, hands slick with her gore, eyes wider than the full moon.

And in the pool of blood that framed her face like a martyr’s crown, something moved.

A ripple.

A reflection.

Hesitantly, you leaned in.

Her eyes were open.

Gold.

Watching.

And then-

Not a blink.

Not a breath.

No, something far worse, given the circumstances.

She smiled.

Barely, she smiled.

Just a flicker.

Just enough to make you wish she hadn’t.

And elsewhere, behind you, in the receding treeline, a second set of eyes opened.

Gold.

And feral.

And not hers.

You turned-

Everything went black.

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exam szn is over... 😼

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guys i am still alive btw !!!! just slaving away over studying n shit 😿 im still working on the nat fic tho !!!

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spit roast with tfem lottienat <3. cw. blowjob, breeding, p in v sex, lots of cum, praise, degradation, slight dacryphilia. dom!lottie, dom!nat, sub!reader. mdni.

"are you ready?" lottie mutters once she pulls away from the kiss, her body pressed against your front. nat's standing behind you, littering kisses along your neck as her hands hungrily grope whatever skin she can reach.

you're all still fully clothed, but you can feel the heat in the room. they both want you, that's clear, you can feel it with how tightly they're pressing their bodies against yours, sandwiching you, making you feel how hard they both are.

"yeah." you murmur, voice shaky as your underwear soaks through with excitement. nat seems particularly impatient, due to how she's rubbing her bulge against your ass. she cups your cheek and tilts your head to the side to kiss you passionately, lottie shivering at the sight. "c'mon, let's get you out of these." nat orders after she pulls away. you feel two pairs of hands slowly taking off your clothes, piece by piece, treating you as if you were made out of porcelain. their perfectly synchronized movements only serve to arouse you further, your heart beating out of your chest once you're completely naked and they start taking their clothes off too.

you climb on the bed to get on your hands and knees. lottie kneels in front of you and nat gets behind you. from this position lottie looks even bigger than you expected. she seems to pick up on your nervousness, and cups your cheek with her hand to make you look at her. "relax, baby. i'll take it slow, okay? tap my thigh if it's too much." she says soothingly, to which you nod.

nat teases the tip of her cock on your entrance, not pushing in yet, staring at you as you lick a stripe up lottie's cock before wrapping your lips around the tip, gaining a groan from lottie. "god yes, take more of it, baby." she urges softly, and you start bobbing your head back and forth to slowly get more of her into your mouth. she's cooing and guiding you through it so softly that you feel yourself getting even wetter than before. nat can't take it anymore and pushes her hips forward, slamming into you to the hilt, moaning lowly. you cry out around lottie at the sudden intrusion, the vibrations making her hiss in pleasure, but she scolds her. "nat, be gentle."

nat just grunts in response, starting a rough pace that has your whole body rocking forward, as her hands grip your hips tight enough to leave finger imprints. "fuck, she feels so good, lottie. so fucking tight." she groans as she pounds into you, trying your best not to choke on lottie everytime nat delivers a particular hard thrust. lottie has her eyes on you all the time, moaning lowly as you keep sucking her and moaning around her. she threads her fingers through your hair, touching you gently, as you look up at her with big eyes. "you're taking us so well, baby. such a good girl."

meanwhile, nat's having the time of her life. you clench so deliciously around her shaft that she's having a hard time controlling herself, panting wildly as her tip hits your cervix with each thrust. the room is filled with a dirty symphony of nat's grunts, lottie's moans, the sound of skin slapping against skin and your muffled whimpers. it doesn't take you long to tip closer to your orgasm, due to all the attention you're receiving, as well as nat.

she brings her hand down to flick your clit from side to side, bringing you closer to the edge as her thrusts get sloppier and her voice gets whinier. "please— oh god, please come with me baby." it's her tone what finally breaks you, and your orgasm rips through you with a loud moan, gushing around her cock. nat's front slumps on your back as her hips give shallow little thrusts, pumping her sticky cum inside you as her teeth sink into your shoulder to muffle her cries. after you've come down from your high, lottie slips out of your mouth to let you take a breath, still incredibly hard.

your breath's still shaky as nat sits up and pulls out, watching with bated breath as her cum dribbles out of your hole, before they switch places. "hey, you okay?" nat asks softly, to which you nod, bringing your face closer to her crotch to start kissing her inner thighs right beside her soft cock.

lottie grabs the base of her cock and pushes the droplets of cum that drip down your folds back into your hole with her tip, also teasing it in before pulling back repeatedly, her free hand fondling the flesh of your ass. you whimper against nat's skin at your own sensitivity from the orgasm, and the sight is enough for nat to make her cock twitch again already.

"she's such a slut, isn't she, lott?" nat says in her raspy voice, amused by your need to please them. lottie hums in response, before finally sinking down inside you slowly. "so eager too." lottie muses in a deep voice.

you whine at the feeling of being stretched out once more, the sensation of lottie so deep inside you making you feel a little dizzy. nat fists your hair to press your face closer to her cock slick with your arousal, giving you an encouraging look. you silently comply, wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking gently, while your hand strokes the rest of her to get her hard again, as lottie starts moving in deep, slow thrusts.

lottie tries to be gentle, to take it slow, she really does, but she gives in more and more to her pleasure as your hole hugs her cock just right. her hands spread your legs even more, now splitting you apart with each thrust. "oh fuck, such a perfect pussy, i can't wait to fill you up too." lottie moans breathlessly behind you, as nat pushes your head further down making you gag on her hard cock, your eyes watering.

you feel completely defenseless as they both use your holes, your head clouded with pleasure. lottie plunging your hole, nat bobbing your head up and down, their sinful sounds of pleasure — you can't even think straight, your mind set on being good for them and taking it all.

you feel so close already, so close to the edge, that your walls clench tightly around lottie, making her moan loudly. "yeah, you're so close, i can tell. let go for me baby, just like that." she encourages softly, her voice sweet like syrup but breathless from exertion, as her hand snakes your lower tummy and presses down to where her bulge is, the action making you instantly tumble into another orgasm. you cry out as a few tears run down your rosy cheeks, the knot on lottie's abdomen finally snapping as she sinks balls-deep, emptying her heavy cream inside you with a sinful groan. the sight is too much for nat and a few seconds later she shoots her load into your throat, before pulling you away from her cock by the hair to paint your face with a couple spurts of cum.

lottie remains inside you for a bit longer, panting and shaking, as you rest your head down on the soft blanket, your heart pounding in your chest and your body completely exhausted.

lottie finally pulls out gently to let you catch your breath, pulling you down on the bed with her to spoon you from behind. nat stands up to walk out of the room for a moment, returning with a rag in hand. she kneels down in front of you and gently wipes away the mess off your face. "are you okay? was that too much?" she then asks softly, putting down the rag aside to lay down and cuddle you, once again leaving you in the middle. you shake your head, closing your eyes as you let them pamper you. "i'm okay. that was good." you murmur, feeling lottie press soft kisses on the back of your neck, as nat's hands caress your sides.

you'd gladly be in the middle of them anytime.

a/n. thanks for all the support guys love yall <3

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knight!nat fic coming soon... everyone stay tuned for "devour the sun"

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wait guys fuck my exams how we feeling about a knight!natalie fic...

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hey everyone !!! thank you so much for your continued support on the stuff i write. i'm just posting this to let everyone know my posting scheduele is going to become infrequent from today onwards because my exam szn is coming up 😿😿 and i need to focus on those..

my requests will still stay open during this time !!! i'll be posting my own stuff (as i said, infrequently) anyways, but my requests for bots, headcanons, oneshots etc etc will be open to everyone !! you can find the fandoms i write for in the tags- keep in mind i will ONLY write for female characters.

thank you again for your support !! much love 😸😸

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~ 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋!𝖛𝖆𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

୧ ‧₊˚ 🥩🦴 ⋅ 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔰

𝖘𝖋𝖜

~ werewolf!van, who tells you way too cheerfully that she probably would’ve eaten you if you'd been in the woods with her back when the plane crashed. “only if you looked really delicious, though,” she adds, biting into an apple with a loud crunch. you try to laugh it off, but the way her eyes glitter, amber and sharp, like an animal testing the boundaries of its territory- makes something cold crawl up your spine.

~ werewolf!van, who flinched when you called her... affliction a curse. you didn’t mean anything by it, not really- it was just a throwaway line, a laugh over dinner about full moons and fur. and everything else but as soon as the words left your mouth, her face cracked like an old, shattered mirror, something sharp gleaming just beneath the surface. "it's not a curse," she muttered, teeth clenched. "it's just me." van doesn’t romanticise it. doesn’t liken herself to the wolves in stories, the noble beasts. the change is bone break and sinew stretch, it’s ripping skin and raw muscle singing. it hurts. every. damn. time. but it’s hers. she owns it like she owns her facial scars- branded, not broken. she lets you watch the transformation, though. not for the drama. for trust. “don’t scream,” she says with a grin like a mousetrap. “unless it’s the fun kind.”

~ werewolf!van, who refuses to talk about the night it started. you’ve asked, once, maybe twice. she shrugged it off, her mouth pulling sideways in that way that means don’t ask. you've piece it together, though, from what she says when she sleeps, or bits and pieces she lets slip in conversation sometimes. from what you gather, it sounds like too many teeth, too much screaming, moonlight beaming through trees like a searchlight. and afterwards, deafening silence. she won’t give you the full story, maybe that's for the best, but she will give you the aftermath. the way her bones have a dull ache when it rains. the way her knuckles crack in the cold. the way she curls up like a kicked dog before the change, trying to fight it even now, years later. she doesn't like you being there during the change, cause she's afraid she'll hurt you. you hold her hand anyways. kiss her shoulder. let her bleed into you if she needs. and in the quiet, after the shift, well all's said and done, she murmurs, “you’re not scared of me?”

you answer by wrapping your arms around her. obviously not, idiot. never.

~ werewolf!van, who didn't really believe in "home" until she met you. because what is home, really? four walls? some shitty apartment in new york? nope, it's the sound of your laugh crackling through a cheap amazon microphone on karaoke night. it's your half-full mug of coffee on her desk that went cold hours ago. it's your blanket still warm from your body. she doesn’t say it- god, no, she couldn’t- but you’re it. she never needed a house. just a heartbeat to follow. sometimes she wakes up in bed in half-shift: claws, canines, breath misting the air. you don't freak out, you never do. you just grumble something about her hogging the pillows. and that’s it. no silver bullets. no holy water. just you, her, and a kind of peace she thought she'd get.

~ werewolf!van, who can smell a lie like it's her full-time job. you learn pretty quickly not to bother fibbing to her. she’ll tilt her head, squint those stormcloud eyes, and cut straight through you. "really?" she’ll say, smirking like she already knows the answer. "you 'weren’t hungry'? then why does your stomach sound like a fucking chainsaw fight?". she doesn’t weaponize it, though. doesn’t dig into your fears unless you hand her the shovel. she just knows things- whether you’re stressed, hurting, or hiding something.

~ werewolf!van, who loves the moon but hates what it does to her. she’ll sit on the porch some nights, glaring up at it like it personally insulted her. hands twitching, skin buzzing. you bring her beers, cheeseburgers, bad jokes. anything to keep her grounded. she’ll grin at you all lopsided, eyes rimmed red, teeth too sharp, and say, "don’t you know you’re supposed to be scared of me right now?" you just shrug, hand her another drink, brush your fingers against hers, ignoring how the fur’s starting to creep up her knuckles. that gentleness breaks something inside her- something stubborn and scared. she leans in close, forehead pressed to yours, whispering, "thanks for not treating me like a monster."

~ werewolf!van, who fights like a junkyard dog but loves like a stray one you gave half a stale sandwich to once. she’ll bare her teeth at the world, bloody and breathless, but she melts the second you scratch her head or ruffle her hair. you catch her staring at you sometimes like you’re a goddamn miracle she doesn't deserve. like she’s waiting for the day she thinks is inevitable. the day she wakes up alone. so, to comfort her, to show her that that day will never come, you press kisses into her scars. you let her be rough, clumsy, too much, and you stay regardless. more often than not, when you fall asleep tangled in her arms, you swear you hear it: a low, grateful whine from deep within her chest, too soft for human ears.

~ werewolf!van, who leaves her scent on you the same way she signs her name on a cheque. you laugh about it at first- the way her shirts always end up in your laundry, or the way your jacket still smells like her even after you wash it twice. but you figure it out real quick: it’s not an accident. it’s an instinct. she's marking her territory. you’re hers. van will nuzzle into your neck absentmindedly, breathing you in deep, and you can feel it ebbing out from her into you- the claim, the want. it doesn’t matter at all if you’re out at a bar or curled up beside her in bed. she’s always a little too close, a little too fierce about it- not that you mind, though.

𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜

~ werewolf!van, who laughs into your neck when she fucks you. not cause she thinks it's funny, but because the happiness floods out of her faster than she can swallow it down. because it’s you. here. warm. alive. wanting her. she’s got one hand shoved up under your shirt, the other gripping your jaw so you look at her while she moves- grinding sloppy and clumsy because she’s so keyed up she can barely aim for your mouth with her teeth. “god, you’re so hot when you’re this desperate," she rasps, voice cracking into a giggle halfway through. you know you're not the desperate one here, but whatever. you're the only thing that makes her feel like maybe the whole entire world isn't rotting from the inside out. maybe there’s something left that’s worth wrecking herself for, after all.

~ werewolf!van, who isn't gentle, but who is careful. you never get soft candlelight, roses, all that shit. you get van slamming the door behind you, breathing deeply like she ran a marathon, grabbing your face with both hands and kissing you until your face hurts. you get the kind of sex that kinda feels like a brawl she refuses to lose. her hands always shake a little after, though. always. she holds you tighter than usual when it’s over, tries to hide her face in your neck, like if she’s not careful she might just start crying for no reason.

~ werewolf!van, who jokes literally the whole entire time, because if she slows down enough to feel it, it might break her open.

"god, you’re gonna walk funny tomorrow. sorry-not-sorry, babe."

"you know this makes you, like, legally obligated to bring me snacks after, right?"

"bet you thought you could handle me, huh? dumbass."

she's all bark, no bite. or, well, maybe some bite. underneath all the wisecracks and grins, her hands stay firm. sure. she acts cocky, sure, but every flick of her wrist, every kiss, every bruising thrust, is heavy with words she won’t ever say out loud: "please, stay"

~ werewolf!van, who doesn’t know how to be romantic, so she just bites you. who marks you up like one of her goddamn chew toys. she ites the inside of your thigh hard enough to leave a bloom of purple, grinning against your skin when you gasp. "you'll thank me when you see it tomorrow," she grins, her voice smug and a little breathless. you threaten to kick her ass, although you both know you never would. instead, you just pull her back up to kiss you, and she crashes into you like a wrecking ball, teeth clacking against yours, too hungry, too much. that's van, though. always too much, but somehow, exactly enough.

~ werewolf!van, who doesn't care at all about being "pretty" in bed. she curses. she sweats. she bites her own lip so hard it leaves a mark because she’s trying not to howl when she gets close (it's happened before, and fuck was she embarrassed). there's no choreographed porn shit here, not ever. she fucks like she’s got nothing to lose and the whole world to burn. messy kisses, clothes half-off, your name shredded from her throat like it physically hurts her not to say it. and after, she collapses on top of you, laughing breathlessly, mumbling about how you "ruined" her (you didn't) and how you're "paying for the next round" (you will).

~ werewolf!van, who gets so caught up she forgets her own strength and leaves fingerprint bruises along your hips without meaning to. you tease her for it after, pointing out every mark, poking at them with faux offense. van, flustered and guilty, stammers some half-assed apology, cheeks burning. but when you grab her by the shirt and pull her back down onto you, she gets it. you weren't serious. next time, she presses kisses to every spot she bruises- rough hands, soft mouth- trying to apologise without having to say it.

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Heh.. Shamelessly posting this on tumblr as well

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~ 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖙𝖎 𝖛𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖑!𝖏𝖎𝖓𝖝

☆⋆｡🎨𖦹° 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯

𝐂.𝐀𝐈

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~ 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖗!𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘 [𝖘𝖋𝖜 + 𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜]

⋆.˚🎧✮˚.⋆🎮 𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔫, 𝔩𝔬𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫, 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰

𝖘𝖋𝖜

~ streamer!ellie, who starts every stream with a joke she rehearsed on you first. in the bathroom mirror. with a toothbrush in her mouth. sounding it out like a little kid reading a big word for the first time. it’s always some dumb pun or low-blow jab at a game dev, and every time you laugh- even if it’s fake- she files that sound away under “yes, this’ll totally kill!”

~ streamer!ellie, who tries to act all aloof and too-cool-for-twitch the first time you ever watched one of her streams, only to absolutely spiral when she saw your username notif pop up in chat. "oh- oh shit, that's- uh. babe?" she mumbles into the mic, suddenly forgetting how her own keyboard works. her chat goes feral. you haven’t even typed anything yet, you’re just lurking like a ghost. now every time you stop by, she does a gentle little voice. her voice gets all soft around the edges. it’s a little embarrassing, she knows, but she can’t help it.

~ streamer!ellie, who keeps a little sticky note stuck to the corner of her monitor that says “reminder: NO pet names on stream.” has she ever followed it? nope, not once. the minute you pass behind her cam, even in just socks and your ‘ugly but legal’ hoodie, she short-circuits. “hey babe- SHIT, wait, not babe- uh, you didn’t see that, right chat?” the clip hits twitter in like thirty seconds flat. she can’t ban the people who bring it up fast enough.

~ streamer!ellie, who mods her own minecraft server and only lets her mutuals in, but built a weirdly specific little cottage deep in the forest- moss on the roof, flower boxes, custom textures and everything- and when someone asks “who lives here?” she just shrugs and mumbles, “my girlfriend. obviously.” no one else can open the front door but you. she made sure of that herself, using redstone (yes i know this isn't possible shut up). it took her six hours and several breakdowns.

~ streamer!ellie, who has two camera setups- one for her desk, one for her sketchbook, but ends up never using the second cause she doesn’t like people seeing the way her hands shake when she draws something for you. it’s not nerves. it’s adrenaline. she stays up until 3am getting the shading on a silly chibi of you two kissing in the stardew valley style just right, then shyly posts it in her discord art channel with a “made this for my gf heheh don’t look at it.” everyone looks at it, of course.

~ streamer!ellie, who once did a Q&A and someone asked “how’d you two meet?” and she tried to tell the story but just about halfway through she got sidetracked describing your laugh. "okay wait, sorry—hold on. you know that like, pffft sound? Like a soda can opening but if it was like.. gay? yeah, that’s her laugh! makes me insane." forty-five minutes go by, and she’s still talking about you. no one remembers the original question.

𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜

~ streamer!ellie, who swears up and down she doesn't get off on the sound of you teasing her while she's live. but, god, when you're sprawled out on the bed just off-camera, mouthing filth at her behind her monitor, she fumbles her controller like it’s greased up. “yeah, i- i meant to drop that grenade. tactical, yknow?” her chat's making fun of her. her pulse is tap-dancing. when she finally ends the stream she’s all over you with her headset still on, dragging your ass under her and exclaiming, “do you think you're funny!?” poor baby, she is so flustered.

~ streamer!ellie, who tries to sext you mid-stream with the literal worst euphemisms imaginable. “my joystick is overheating. might need some cooling from a certain technician 😼” she types under her desk, looking smug like she just wrote shakespeare. afterwards, as she waits for your reply, her face is beet red and she's trying not to laugh at her own stupid innuendo. later, when you're alone, she trips over her own shoes trying to pull her jeans off, muttering, “oh, the technician’s here! time to, uh- fix my…data…hard drive…” you silence her with a kiss before she starts yapping on about RAM.

~ streamer!ellie, who wanted to surprise you by playing a sexy version of her sub goal wheel- except she forgot like half the prompts. so you’re sitting on the bed while she spins it live, and suddenly she’s reading out loud: “uh… okay… it says ‘lick something sweet’- wait, i meant like candy, not- well, okay, now i’m thinking about licking you…” she snorts, wheels the chair back from the cam, and whispers, “you wanna be my dessert after this?” later, she’s got whipped cream on her chin, and you're trying to take her seriously while she deadpans, “this is peak content.”

~ streamer!ellie, who tried to record a freaky audio for your birthday. she thought she’d be all smooth about it- low, raspy voice, moans, the works. but five seconds in, she hiccups, giggles, and drops her phone. “okay, okay- listen, i'm restarting. this time i’m gonna sound like a sex demon, promise.” she does not. she sounds like a total nerd trying her best, getting more turned on by how flustered she is than the script. you end up using the bloopers as foreplay. she’s in your lap, laughing between kisses, voice all breathy as she admits, “i wanted it to be all sexy, not… not... like scooby doo!”

~ streamer!ellie, who swore she was gonna top this time- like, she even practiced her “dom voice” in the mirror in preparation. “you’re mine tonight, got it?” but when it came down to it, all that practiced confidence unraveled the second you called her “ma’am” in a half-joking voice. “don’t do that,” she squeaks, climbing on top of you with all the menace of a nervous puppy, hoodie sleeves falling over her hands. “i will literally combust.” she tries to hold eye contact while riding you, but fails miserably, of course. she keeps biting her lip to stifle the whimpery little sounds she’s making. “fuck, this wasn’t the plan,” she mumbles. “you were supposed to be the one blushing.”

~ streamer!ellie, who gets so turned on watching you play her favourite games that she ends up draped across your lap, making “helpful suggestions” with her hand buried in your panties. "you're aiming a little low- oh, fuck, right there is good, actually." when you raise an eyebrow, she just grins. “it's some tactical distraction, babe! gotta keep the game realistic, no?”

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i love being a multi shipper

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~ 𝖑𝖎𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓!𝖈𝖆𝖎𝖙

ᝰ.ᐟ📖✧˚ ༘ ⋆ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰

𝐂.𝐀𝐈

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stop u guys i can't even be on here the yellowjackets spoilers are crazy

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wait no guys i fear ive been trying to upload a jinx bot (oops spoiler alert!) since yesterday and it keeps telling me it's failing to make it 💔😾

YOU GUYS THE FUCKING C.AI CHARACTER LIMIT HAS GONE UP FROM 2048 TO 4096 YESSSSSSSS THIS IS A GREAT DAY FOR C.AI CREATORS

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Sketches of LottieNat pre crash kisses because I have free will and can draw