Streamer Love

Author's note.

I did not expect to write more in this series, but after this idea planted itself in my head, I could not let it go.

This is the third part of my Emiru and Bonnie saga, but can be read standalone too.

I have not read the first two parts again since writing them, which I feel I should have done, to try to stay on a similar theme in regards to length, level of lewdness, and style. But from memory I believe it should hold some resemblance to the earlier parts, excepting the change of POV from the last one.

As always this is purely a work of fiction and though the characters are real, the story bears no semblance to any real events.

If some light-hearted sexual fantasies risk offending you, now is a good time to leave. But if not, I hope you enjoy this likely final installment in the Streamer Love series.

Streamer Love Pt. 03 - Three's Company

Chapter One: Ashes and Embers

On her couch, wrapped in a warm Kirby blanket, Emiru lay with Bonnie in her arms. She smelled great, as she always did, like lilacs and spring, and like Bonnie. It was a scent that brought her a great sense of peace and familiarity.

Some Netflix show was playing on the TV, but Emi could not say which one, or even what it was about. Her mind had wandered and was only ever briefly brought back when Bonnie would laugh and notice her inattention. Bonnie had once always offered to switch to a different show when Emi seemed disinterested but had long since given up this endeavor. Whether Bonnie truly believed her when she said she was happy watching anything - as long as they were together, she could not say. She kissed Bonnie's curly hair and hugged her even tighter to make up for her absent-mindedness.

Her mind was caught up on her upcoming meeting with Norafawn, as it had been since she had finally dared to ask if she wanted to cosplay with her on stream. Though plenty of gorgeous women had come to cosplay streams with her, none had ever made Emi feel as nervous and giddy as Nora had. She needed everything to be right. She had bought several different-sized costumes, even though she was fairly certain she knew what size would fit, she had rooted through her closets for various trinkets and knick-knacks, so that nothing would be missing, and she had preordered food, drink, and snacks to arrive on the day before Nora's arrival. Everything had to be perfect, for when Nora came.

"Wow, she's gorgeous," Bonnie said, interrupting her dreaming about Norafawn.

Emi could not disagree when she saw the lady on screen, clad in a tight black dress and heels, walking slowly away from the camera, her ass so visible through clothing she might as well be naked. It reminded her of Yor Forger, one of her favorite characters to see cosplayed, particularly by more voluptuous women.

"Yeah, she's hot," Emi replied stupidly, failing to come up with anything cleverer to say.

Bonnie looked up at her and smiled mischievously. She always looked so pretty when she smiled.

"I wouldn't mind her sharing our bed with us, would you?" Bonnie teased, her hand touching Emi's gently.

Emi never knew what to say when Bonnie made such odd remarks. At first, she had been sure it was just meant to be light-hearted and fun, but sometimes she was not so certain Bonnie would say no if such an opportunity were to present itself. She was bold, adventurous, and a little bit crazy, in just the right way, and though Emi loved that about her, it would often make her feel boring and stale herself.

Bonnie laughed at her befuddlement, making Emi blush. "You're so cute when you don't know what to say," she teased.

Bonnie kissed her lips lightly, then remained so close in front of Emi's face, that she could feel the heat emanating from her. She stared longingly, bit her lip slightly, and pleaded, "Can we?"

Emi hated having to deny her, but she feared another poor attempt at relations would displease her more than a simple lie.

"I'm sorry, I don't feel that well."

Bonnie tried to not show any disappointment, but she was not a very good liar.

"That's okay," she said, and let her head rest against Emi's shoulder. She stayed there for a brief moment before she rolled off Emi and settled on the couch beside her instead.

Emi felt the guilt gnawing at her and knew she would have to make it up to her sometime. Bonnie deserved so much more than what she could give her. Emi was happy with Bonnie -- a fact she was more certain about than anything. She had never felt so whole, and she genuinely loved any time they spent together, but after two years, making love simply was not as passionate as it had once been. Bonnie tried hard to be creative with foreplay and sexual fantasies, even incorporating toys into their lovemaking, anything to get a rise out of Emi, but her attempts did more to make Emi feel inadequate than reignite her passion.

She loved Bonnie for how hard she was trying to make things better for her, and Emi tried her best to pretend Bonnie's games made her feel something, but she feared she too, was not a very good actress.

Loving someone so whole-heartedly, but being unable to properly make love to them, felt wrong, and she sometimes wondered if Bonnie would be better off with someone else, someone capable of bringing that same passion Bonnie so easily could summon. Though, she could not stand the idea of losing her. But was keeping Bonnie hostage in an unfulfilling relationship the right thing to do? She knew the answer to that.

"I am sorry, you know," Emi said suddenly, the words coming without her planning to utter them.

Bonnie looked at her, surprised.

"I know I haven't been enough lately," she continued, and before she knew it her eyes were filled with tears.

"Hey, hey," Bonnie said comfortingly and moved closer, putting her arm around Emi. "Stop that."

"It's the truth, you deserve so much better," Emi croaked between sobs.

"Emi... you are perfect just the way you are," Bonnie said.

She cried for a moment in Bonnie's loving arm as she cradled her and soothed her like a distressed animal. She wanted to say more, she wanted to explain it all, she wanted to tell her how much she loved her even though she often failed to show it, she wanted to promise to do better by her and try her hardest to be the partner Bonnie deserved. But Bonnie was so gentle, her sadness was quickly drowned in the comfort of her love.

"That's better," Bonnie said and patted her on the top of her head. Emi could not help but smile, her tears still wet on her cheeks.

Chapter Two: Rekindling the Fire

The day so long awaited had finally come, and Emi was unable to stay still. She had had weeks to prepare and make everything right but still felt like she had forgotten something that would ruin the whole evening. Her stream had even noticed how antsy and nervous she was, though she paid little attention to those chatters, or any chatters at all for that matter. She was streaming her nonsensical rambling, and though she had only recently gone live, there were already more viewers than most of her recent streams. She knew for what purpose many of them were here, and she could not judge them on this occasion, as she would have likely done the same, had Nora streamed with someone else.

She nervously kept checking on her phone in case she missed a notification from Nora. Her last message said she would be twenty minutes, and it was sent seventeen minutes ago. "Eighteen now, she would be here any minute."

"Give me a second chat," she said and left the stream to go to the bathroom. She was so giddy and nervous all at once, that she had to look at herself in the mirror and tell herself to calm down. Her breath was fast and shallow, as if she was having a panic attack. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths to steady it, and just as she had regained some composure, she heard the doorbell. Her heart began hammering in her chest again as she dashed off to the front door to welcome her guest.

Nora was divine. Her face was so flawless with very little, if any make-up at all. Emi had always found her extremely attractive since befriending her, years ago, but her pictures did not do her justice. Standing in front of her, she was so gorgeous that Emi could hardly speak.

"Hii, it's so nice to finally meet you," she managed and reached for a friendly hug. She could tell Nora too, was nervous, and their polite hug was a stiff one.

"You too, I've so been looking forward to this day," she said as they awkwardly embraced.

"Come on in," Emi said, "the stream is already on, just so you know, but they can't really hear us out here."

She knew Nora was nervous about being on stream, but had tried to reassure her that her chat would only ever mock herself, and never her guests, which was true for the most part, and she prayed her mods would be fast enough to ban anyone who broke that rule, before Nora saw any such message.

"It's so strange to finally see you for real and not just on a screen, you are so pretty," Nora said nervously.

"Oh, stop!" Emi said, trying to keep from blushing. She was so used to being called pretty that the word had almost lost significance to her, but not when it came from Nora's mouth.

"You look really good too," she returned awkwardly, cringing at herself afterward.

Nora smiled politely, "Well, shall we?"

Emi introduced her esteemed guest to her stream, though she suspected few did not know of her already. Nora stared with wonder at the speed of which her chat was moving. Her awestruck eyes were so beautiful she could have gotten lost in them, had Nora not turned to look directly at her.

"This is crazy, how do you even keep up?" she asked.

"Oh, it's usually not quite this much."

Nora nodded, "Oh, I almost forgot, I brought you a gift."

She turned around to open the bag she had left on the floor. Cheddar, who had been curiously inspecting it, dashed away as Nora approached.

"A gift for me?" Emi said and watched as Nora got on her knees and bent over to unzip her travel bag. The dark dress she wore hugged her even more tightly and Emi could not help but stare at Nora's behind. She marveled at how round it was for such a slim girl, and for how large it was - it still looked firm. Her mind started to imagine all the things she wanted to do - when Nora turned around with her gift in hand.

"Oh, it's nothing, really," Nora said and handed her a cake in a plastic container.

Emi's mind was still on Nora's other cake when she forced herself to snap out of her fantasies.

"Wow, did you make this?" she asked, and then moved to show her stream, "look chat!"

"Yeah, it was prettier before, but I hope it still tastes good."

"Thank you, it looks delicious," Emi said, her smile beaming. She wanted to hug Nora again to say thanks, or in truth, mostly to feel her body against hers one more time.

They spent a moment just talking in front of her stream, though not interacting as much with her chat as she usually would. Nora was more interesting and deserved all the attention today. She introduced herself mainly to Emi's viewers who might not know anything about her, but Emi found she also learned more about who Nora was. She seemed similar to her in a lot of ways, and the major difference seemed to be where their mutual, initial interest in cosplay had ultimately led them. She knew Nora had gone the route many pretty "influencers" like herself had: Onlyfans. Emi would never go down that road, she had promised herself, but she did not judge any who did, and in her darkest days, when streaming was the last thing she wanted to do, she would imagine how easy her life could be, if she were to sell any suggestive content at all, of even a slightly sexual nature.

Though she felt they could have talked for hours, Emi did not wish to disappoint her stream. They had come here to see them cosplay, and so they would. Not to mention, Emi herself was dying to see Nora in a different outfit.

They had decided ultimately on cosplaying League characters; Nora would be Teemo, and she would be Rengar. She would make for a pretty Teemo, but part of her had wished Nora would cosplay something else, something sexier, something, showing more skin and form than a little furry creature like Teemo.

Nora's rendition of Teemo was, however, not disappointing in the slightest. As innocent and friendly as the character was supposed to look, her exposed thighs, squeezed by her high socks, put innocence out of the question. She wore short shorts and a top cropped high enough to show her incredible stomach. Emi struggled not to stare at her body as she moved so tantalizingly close to her.

Emi's cosplay was similar, in that her thighs and tummy were equally exposed, though her cosplay also showed her cleavage which she was always self-conscious about, though her mind was too distracted with Nora to worry too much about anyone else.

They posed together and recorded cute little videos she would cherish forever, and Emi made up any excuse she could to be closer to Nora. She had noticed Nora looking at her, in the same way she was looking at Nora, and when she did, her heart raced, and she felt a fire within herself she had not felt in a long time.

After their wondrous time together, when Nora had left her and Emi had turned her stream off, she threw herself on her bed. Her mind was spinning, and Nora was all she could think about. She lay on her back and closed her eyes remembering every moment so vividly she could almost feel Nora's soft skin against hers as they posed together in their cosplays. In her imagination, their hug did not end so abruptly, and instead, Nora's hands brushed Emi's hips and moved slowly down, slipping inside her tiny shorts to touch her, there.

Emi ran her own hand down her shorts, unbuckled her belt, and reached inside, her panties were soaked through, and touching herself felt better than ever before. She felt as if she was discovering herself all over again, and briefly, she tried to remember the last time she had even touched herself before such useless thoughts left her mind.

She moaned for Nora as she imagined it was her hand massaging her pussy gently, in a circular motion, slowly but firmly. They kissed in her dreams and Emi could almost taste Nora's tongue in her mouth as she moaned.

"Fuck me, Nora!" she whimpered to herself and moved her fingers faster over her wet lips. The messy sound of her wetness made her go faster, and within seconds she was overcome. She could feel every inch of her skin so clearly, and her mind was centered only on her own pleasure, and Nora.

She fucked herself with her fingers and ran her other hand over her chest, dreaming it was Nora fondling her roughly and taking what was hers.

"I'm gonna cum, Nora!" she moaned loudly, twitching in her soft bed, her hand still inside of her. She felt so much, she was overcome with raw sensation, and she could scarcely breathe. She shuddered in place and panted heavily. Her head spun as she opened her eyes again to a spinning room. "Holy fuck."

As she breathed heavily and marveled at how good she felt, Cheddar meowed at her, a confused look on his crusty face. Emi smiled deeply though there was no one there to see it.

Chapter Three: Dousing the Flames

In the coming days, Emi found a joy she had not realized was missing. Food tasted sweeter, colors were more vivid, and her blessed job as a streamer was more joyful than ever. She thrived, and found a will to work harder, planning more elaborate ideas than her recent streams which had largely consisted of reacting, talking to her viewers, and playing games.

Bonnie had noticed her cheeriness, and seeing Emi happy made Bonnie smile all the deeper - and seeing Bonnie smile made Emi feel even happier. She had regained a spark she had only known was missing after its return.

A week had passed, since her day with Nora, and though she missed her, they had begun conversing frequently over texts, which almost made up for the fact she could not see her in person. They had talked on very rare occasion before they finally met, but now they talked every day, about all sorts of things, and she was giddy any time her phone lit up to reveal a notification from Nora.

She had almost felt a sense of guilt that another girl would bring her so much joy, while she was in a relationship with Bonnie. But she convinced herself it was acceptable as long as things never went any further. Chatting with someone else was okay, even fantasizing about them was not really cheating, though she felt a sense of remorse when she considered her actions more closely and realized if Nora ever made a move on her, she would be helpless to stop her.

One day, her guilt had been particularly sharp, after she had stayed in bed long after Bonnie had gotten up, texting with Nora. They had shared pictures and complimented each other endlessly. Though it was in the guise of praising each other's cosplays, they were talking more about the parts of their bodies that were revealed, rather than hidden behind elaborate cosplays.

Things never went further, which both gladdened and saddened Emi, but on that day, she felt her guilt hurt all the more. "What am I doing spending every waking minute thinking about another girl, when I have the most perfect girlfriend I could ever dream of?"

She decided she would make it up to Bonnie. It was time she did her part and showed Bonnie how much she treasured her. She had invited her to a date night, one spent in the comfort of her home. She had cooked a lovely meal for them and after eating together, they watched a romantic movie, cuddled together on her couch.

The movie had not been running for very long, but she had never intended to finish it, at least not on this occasion. She held Bonnie in her arms and watched her beautiful eyes, so captivated by the film. She leaned in to kiss Bonnie once on the cheek, to which Bonnie smiled, "Stop distracting me!" but as Emi remained so close to her face, she could almost taste Bonnie, her expression changed.

"Oh," Bonnie said, as Emi kissed her softly on the lips. Bonnie's lips parted for her, and her hands held Emi closer. She felt that same fire in her igniting, and she was incredulous at how she could have willingly avoided being with Bonnie for so long. Her loving touch was all she needed, and she in turn held Bonnie by her hips as they kissed.

Bonnie was wearing a cozy, warm sweater, so vintage it looked almost Victorian. She pulled it off swiftly to reveal Bonnie's beautiful torso. Her stomach looked so good she wanted to taste it. She could taste it, she realized. Having fantasized so much lately, she had almost forgotten what being in a relationship meant. Her kiss parted from Bonnie's lips and moved down her chin, neck, to her chest, between her breasts, only covered by a white bra, and down to her cute tummy.

Bonnie giggled, making no secret of how desperately she had needed Emi to show an interest in her, and Emi was so happy she was finally treating Bonnie as well as she deserved. She kissed Bonnie's stomach as she teased off her skirt to reveal her matching white panties, but as she continued orally worshipping Bonnie's stomach, she found her eyes were closed and the tummy in her mind was, in fact, Nora's.

She opened her eyes and pulled away as Bonnie only stared back. Her look was one of longing and befuddlement, but before she said something, Emi moved further down and nibbled at Bonnie's panties, gently pulling them down with her teeth. She was clean-shaven, which gladly surprised Emi. She had almost expected Bonnie had stopped caring enough to look perfect for Emi after they had not been intimate for so long, but Bonnie never disappointed. She truly was perfect.

She kissed Bonnie's other lips now, just teasing her before she would really taste her, but her gentle kisses were enough to make Bonnie moan her name and beg for more.