you're a streamer, unknowingly gaming with your bias
content: smau ⟡ streamer!riki gamer!riki x streamer!reader gamer!reader ⟡ riki has a secret streamer alias ⟡ profanity
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part one ⟡ part two ⟡ part three
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a/n : heyyyy gamer!sukuna luvers i baked smthng for u guys again 😮💨 minecraft horror (backrooms edition) but its not the entire thing, not proodreaaaaaaad + sukuna calls u w petnames, i should probably update everything to say this is fem!reader. a shorter (?) one for today !
"satoru i think i'm starting to hate you."
the man got all of you playing on an extremely detailed minecraft version of the backrooms. the fucking. backrooms. the yellow patterned wallpaper, the old carpet with stains of unknown substances, and the endless background noise of fluorescent lights buzzing juuuust loud enough so it's not eerily silent.
you were joined with satoru, suguru, shoko, utahime, and sukuna. you all have proximity chat installed because satoru told you all that it would 'heighten the experience'.
"we were supposed to play peak," you groan, fake crying while satoru cackles like the menace he is.
you all got split up after a loud screech echoed throughout the endless halls and corners, pairing yourself with sukuna.
"stay with me, 'kay pretty?"
made it slightly less scary.
the two of you stand in front of a long hallway devoid of any light. overhead lights presumably broken, the familiar buzzing noise was no more. you both turn on your flashlights, backing away slightly out of instinct when you see satoru standing there.
"bro, did you just leave suguru behind?" sukuna asks.
no response.
"... 'kuna... i don't think that's satoru," you whisper.
fake satoru started walking towards you bit by bit, as if it were taunting you.
"we need—to—run," it said, voice sounding similarly to gojo's but it was glitching, muffled.
"oh hell no, we gotta run."
"you look tense." sukuna's voice calms you slightly, but you still felt a dreadful sense of unease. you curse satoru internally—you don't do well with horror games, as much as you love to watch playthroughs of it; actually playing it was an entirely different experience, one that sometimes keeps you up at night staring at your ceiling.
you timidly asked sukuna earlier if it was alright for him to stay in call, not really wanting to tell him you felt anxious. but he knows something's up.
you pull your knees toward you, pillow shoved between your thighs, blanket covering your entire body save for your face. you shuffle around, back facing the wall. your bed is thankfully pushed against a corner of your room, so, y'know, you only really need to watch out for any creepy-crawlies at the foot of your bed. ha ha...
"you're zonin' out again baby," sukuna murmurs, brows furrowed in concern.
"it's a little stupid...," you admit, the corners of your lips tugging down into a frown. you lift your head slightly when you hear a strange sound, eyes quickly scouring your bedroom.
"you scared?"
oh, he catches on quick, as usual.
"yeah...," you affirm, hugging the pink cat plush sukuna gifted to you tightly against your chest, half of your face hiding behind its face.
"hey, 's okay sweetheart, i'm here, yeah? i'll stay here even when you're asleep."
your heart flutters, a small smile creeps up on your face as some of the tension leaves your body, evident with your shoulders relaxing. he was already sweet on you before, but now? god he's toothachingly sweet, sometimes even downright clingy. not once has he failed to send you both a 'good morning' and a 'goodnight' text. always wants to be in call with you whenever possible, and when you asked him about it, he just told you he'd miss you too much.
he asked for you to send pictures of yourself, and you do; you send your prettiest pictures, and he sent you a screenshot of his lockscreen and wallpaper. a collage he had just made of your pictures.
he'd send you pictures whenever he went out, and he'd tell you: "this reminded me of you."
whenever you wanted to play a different game, if it was singleplayer he'd tell you to stream it, if it was multiplayer he'd join you no questions asked. if you were talking about the game's lore (if there is any), he'd just listen, ask you a couple of questions here and there. not once judging you for any of it. safe to say that you absolutely revel in his attention.
everyone in the server noticed, they all started teasing the hell out of him. satoru being the worst one, bragging that his plan worked.
STRONGEST: and this is why im cupid
STRONGEST: operation face reveal #success.
bl00d: sybau...........
STRONGEST: ? its literally the truth ?
geto: satoru it lowkey bombed..
STRONGEST: everyone in my circle #FAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
RYO.: since when were we friends?
STRONGEST: IM TELLING UR GF UR BEING MEAN
RYO.: oh fuck off
as it went on, there was something bothering you.
you aren't... exactly official yet.
"sukuna, can i ask you something?"
"what's wrong?"
"... how the hell did you know?"
"you called me 'sukuna', you don't use that unless something's really bothering you."
you let out a breathy chuckle, mind slowly filling with worry as you mine through stone, the monotonous breaking of blocks made your stomach churn for some reason.
"what... what are we? is this just, y'know, a thing or..."
he groans in... frustration? shit, did you annoy him?
"fuck, nanami was right. should've told you straight up. listen, i've been yours the moment you told me you liked me. i just—"
you tab out of minecraft and switch to discord. his camera was on, and you see him run a hand through his hair.
"—i wanted to be able to ask you out properly when we meet up. give you flowers, take you out to eat at a restaurant or somethin'—you mentioned it way, way before that if a guy was gonna ask you out, he needed to make it special 'n shit."
"... you remembered that?"
"yeah... but we're a bit too far away from each other for me to do that right now... that's why i keep givin' you gifts and attention." his brows furrow, as if he realized something.
"did... is it not enough?"
"no—no, god no, i was just... thinking too much, again. i'm sorry, 'kuna..."
"no, 's okay baby, i get it, i didn't tell you anything beforehand anyway so i get it, really."
if you could, you'd jump into your monitor and out of his to give him a big smooch.
"i promise i'll see you soon, okay? take you out on a nice date."
a/n : he would probably post you on his ig and the caption's just "#needthat #ohwait #gotthat"
Summary: when Caitlyn becomes a famous streamer, Piltover quickly catches onto her girlfriend — you.
cw: 600 words | sfw, gamer!Caitlyn universe, implied gamer!reader too, established relationship, social media references
streamer!Caitlyn x reader in which Caitlyn quickly gains an audience of thousands of followers. She's gotten quite good at various games over the years, spending much of her free time in childhood improving her skills when her mother wouldn't let her leave the house. Her posh-sounding accent and fierce competitiveness earn her a reputation of being a very polite sounding competitor. "Come on," Caitlyn scoffs, rolling her eyes after she manages to kill two guys trying to double team her. "At least be good if you're going to cheat to win."
Caitlyn, despite earning her place within Piltover's top streamers by her skills, also gets a tiny boost because she happens to like girls. She's the object of many fantasies online, her comments filled with girls dreaming about her with starry eyes.
I have NOTHING appropriate to say
I'm so happy she's for the girls
All ten fingers <3
Caitlyn's chat figures out she has a girlfriend pretty quickly. It's obvious. They see Caitlyn grinning down at her phone more often mid-stream, pausing in between rounds to respond to a text. Although she dismisses it as nothing, the signs are too obvious to ignore. She has a certain glow to her these days, smiling more often and alluding to spending time with someone after her streams end.
During one stream, Caitlyn sighs, finally admitting it with an: "alright, you all caught me. I've been seeing someone." Her chat proceeds to go insane, comments flooding in asking who you are and if they can meet you. Caitlyn just starts another round, leaning back in her chair as she continues to discuss the game. As much as she wants to show you off on stream, she respects your privacy and refuses to talk about you until you're ready.
Eventually, you finally appear on camera. Your chair is pulled up beside Caitlyn's, and you smile into the camera as you wave to the many shocked viewers that have just entered the livestream. "It's the moment you've all been waiting for," Caitlyn beams, wrapping an arm around your waist as she gives you a light squeeze. "Meet my beautiful girlfriend."
The two of you talk amicably for a while, answering questions and sharing cute interactions. The chat coos over how cute you are, snapping screenshots of you hugging Caitlyn's arm and Caitlyn's loving eyes as she looks at you. There's sure to be ship edits uploaded on social media later. Judging by fans spamming your ship name in the comments, you're the new it couple online.
You compete in games for a while, laughing when you manage to kill the other and even managing to beat Caitlyn in a few rounds (much to Caitlyn's annoyance). You get tired after playing for a while, and eventually retire to Caitlyn's lap, resting your chin on her shoulder with your back to the camera as Caitlyn finishes her stream.
"You okay?" Caitlyn traces soothing circles over your back. The camera's been turned off now, and you're finally alone in her bedroom again. "I hope it wasn't too much for you."
You shake your head against her shoulder, tucking your face into her neck. "No. It was nice to finally play games with my famous girlfriend."
"I'm hardly famous," Caitlyn scoffs, but the corners of her mouth twitch in amusement. "You know, I'm invited to be a guest at a con next month, if you wanted to come with me..."
You smile into her neck, pressing a soft kiss to her warm skin as you wrap your arms around her shoulders. "I'd love nothing more."
Ik this is a little short, but I'm cooking new content — I promise!! We have to keep the Cait fandom alive somehow~
his gamer girl (mostly fluff, only slightly suggestive)
kurt is the kind of guy who couldn't quite believe that you were his girlfriend.
he couldn’t believe any girl—let alone you—would even give him the time of day.
for one—you were stupidly pretty. like so pretty that kurt had forgotten his own damn name when you first met at one of bobby's parties. he was sure that he had introduced himself to you as 'kurb'. he remembers the curl of your lips as you tried to hold back a laugh. he remembers thinking that he had ruined his chances already—but instead you had smiled kindly and said you had liked his shirt.
the other reason kurt couldn't believe his luck? well—you loved gaming just as much as he did. maybe more.
your taste in games however? well—they were a far cry from the first person shooters kurt played.
"so you're a farmer?" kurt asks—big brown eyes flickering from you to the monitor in front of him, watching as your pixelated character water a field of cauliflowers.
"yeah," you nod, eyes on the monitor too. "but it's a lot more than farming, you also—"
"and who's that?" kurt interrupts, pointing towards another character hanging out by a motorcycle.
"that's sebastian," you tell him. "my husband."
kurt makes a small noise at the back of his throat—eyes a little wide as he looks at you.
"your husband? babe—that's cheating."
you stifle a laugh, hitting pause before you swirl your chair around to look at him.
kurt knew he was being ridiculous and a large part of him was entirely joking. but the part of him that worried that he was punching severely above his weight? well—that part of him was wondering if he could find a 'kill sebastian mod'.
"it's a marriage of convenience," you tell him. "he waters the plants sometimes."
"i'd water them everyday for you," kurt says, bending down so he could sit between your legs. his favourite place in the world. his hands resting on your thighs and squeezing. "and harvest them for you. even the kale. even though i hate kale."
your lips twitch as you try not to smile.
"i suppose we could start a co-op game—"
kurt didn't need telling twice. he rushed out the room to grab his gaming laptop. absolutely ready to be the best damn stardew valley husband there ever was.
dividers by @pixopix
💌 day nine of the 1k followers special and we have our first kurt blurb!! been a long time coming! also lowkey a love letter to my love for stardew valley HA (especially sebastian—that's my mannn). please enjoy this one 💜
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"Choices" Self Aware! Leon Kennedy x Gamer! Reader -- Part One
(A/N: Going a little out there with a self aware Leon Kennedy trying to get through his mission in Spain while not always in full control of his movements.
Hey, as someone who's first fanfic series was called Love Your Plushies on DeviantArt, this isn't too bonkers.
Perhaps late. Perhaps right on time. You were finally playing the remake of Resident Evil Four.
Light in the room was dim enough not to leave an annoying glare on the screen. No obvious reflection of yourself either. Always a bonus. A cozy atmosphere within your little gaming room.
You pulled at the blanket behind you on your supportive chair as the start screen loaded up.
Ominous music played through your earbuds and you almost instinctively became more alert.
"Ready to go." You popped your knuckles before reaching for the game controller. "Where'd I leave off with Leon?"
Loading to your last save point, the sound of distant rain gave an eerie sense of calm. The kind that made you glad you had a blanket and your back to the wall.
In the center of your screen, the man and hero from your dreams stood without his jacket for warmth. A little dark indoors, but he was safe.
"There he is," you said fondly.
. . .
Shaking his head, Leon felt as if he had awoken from a short sleep, like he dozed off. Yet the typewriter sat on a trunk and the locked iron gate sat exactly where he remembered.
And the nightmare continues, Leon thought bitterly. He just wanted to find Ashley and get out. Upgrading might not be a bad idea though...
"There he is." A familiar voice came from behind, happy and lively.
"Heh."
There you are. Leon didn't need to turn around. There was no one to see, but that didn't mean he ignored the mysterious voice. I wonder how long it's been for them.
Stepping around in a circle, he surveyed the small area at the foot of the stairs.
"Oh, yeah." The voice spoke again. "This was after the freaky large spider-wannabe jumped a guy up there... And Ada. Definitely needed a break from all that."
You and me both.
Of course, he could've said so out loud. However, Leon had yet to speak to you directly, the mysterious faceless voice. He was busy surviving the mission and you were --
He walked up to the hooded figure.
"Nothing but the finest wares!"
You were busy controlling his main movements. Most of the time. Making choices he likewise might have overlooked or would not had gone out of his way to do.
Are we going to sell that Extravagant Clock now?
Oh, you did more than that. Between selling what Leon had no use for and checking for future upgrades on weapons; he was grateful you repaired his body armor.
It's good to know they have some sense, he thought in relief.
Throughout Leon's mission thus far, he without a doubt knew you wanted nothing more than to help him. He had heard you multiple times. In fact, he'd grown quite accustomed to your commentary: yelling at infected, scolding anyone or thing that landed a hit on him, giving words of encouragement specifically for him when he otherwise just wanted a break, and the ever endearingly soft "I'll get you out of here, Leon.". He didn't know anyone like you. Heck, he didn't know where you were!
He wondered how long you would be joining him this time. Two hours? Less? It depended on your schedule and he would only know if you spoke up. That's how he knew more time went by for you.
They can't be too bad if they're helping me, Leon thought. Unless this is messed up too. No one else seems to hear them.
Turning in place, Leon was soon directed to the typewriter.
"Just in case," you murmured as the other man spoke to Leon.
Thinking ahead as always, he mused.
Using his elbow to make the large weight drop, the gate opened to the darken sky. Fiery torches lit the expanse of the castle. A creepy laugh sounded out of the tall speakers overhead.
"That's creepy." You commented while steering Leon in the direction of the closest barrel to kick.
He walked further and something whizzed passed him.
"Hey." You directed Leon back to take cover and quickly take aim through a scope.
Enemies up on the far tower were shooting at Leon. A couple of headshots later and he put the weapon away.
"All right." Leon said before moving forward.
Ahead a draw bridge lowered and a lot of men stood ready.
"Oh, you were expecting me." Leon quickly grabbed your weapon of preference.
Seeing the wooden shields and hearing one guy chanting, Leon was glad you were having him keep a distance. For that moment.
"Save him for last," you murmured from behind him.
It all happened rather swiftly and without incident. One suplex included, which he knew impressed you specifically aside from a well aimed kick.
Leon ventured inside the next section, with its multiple gateways per room that made you justifiably suspicious.
All was fine of course until he was running extremely low on ammo.
"Stop latching onto their heads," you growled at the infected. "You look like off-brand little xenomorphs."
That's a description. Leon continued downward to more surprises.
"An ornate necklace," you said. "Fancy."
Didn't I just sell a clock? Leon wondered as he pocketed the necklace. Ornate. Why did they say that as if it's its actual name?
"I need more gems...," you mumbled. Your voice was so close Leon couldn't decide in which direction it originated.
But he couldn't see you either way and ignored how heat rose up his neck.
No sooner had he finished with the jewelry, his leg swung out toward an enemy too close for comfort.
"Whoa. Quick moves," you commented.
Quick reflexes, yourself, Leon thought as you guided him upstairs where a small arrow descended painfully.
"Hey!"
With you thoroughly not having it, Leon took down two more guys before finding the figure with a crossbow. One calculated shot and fire cascaded down onto the last guy.
"That's for shooting Leon."
Distractedly, his stomach flipped.
Just grab the supplies and keep going. Leon thought and rapidly ascended a set of stairs that lead atop of the building again.
Torches blazed and darkness loomed. Further ahead and rising from behind a wall stood a large, white-masked infected.
"What the heck is that?" Your voice rose from somewhere ahead.
The large infected roared.
"Another one? You guys are really starting to become a giant pain in my ass." Leon groaned out.
"Crap. Crap. Crap."
. . .
Heart rate rising, you opened the inventory to craft healing herbs as fast as you could.
"That thing is freakin' huge."
Using a mixed herb, you watched Leon's health go into the green. A more comfortable health considering how at that moment you are fearing for Leon's life.
CRASH
You took a couple of firing shots at the hulking infected and watched on in no surprise that it had no effect on it.
"No use! I'm just wasting ammo."
"Okay, okay." You steered Leon off to the right and hopped down.
"Time to move!" You rushed him forward towards another tower.
CRASH
An open gateway welcomed you, but so did a ladder beside it.
"Crap it."
Leon climbed up.
"Please be good. Please be goo-- AH!"
CRASH
Another roar sounded from the infected.
More than anything, you feared that any hit or long ranged attack from that huge thing would knock out your precious Leon completely. So any amount of hope could lay anywhere.
Atop of the tower was a sight that brought a cheer out of you. Yellow barrels, an herb, and a chest.
"Let's go! Thank you."
Leon gathered the necessities. Plus a gem.
Back down, Leon was safe from attacks inside.
Was I already here?
CRASH
"Seriously?" You nearly shouted as Leon took some damage from flying debris. "Leave my boy alone...man."
Huffing, Leon kept moving forward.
You know what? This is good. It's fine. I... THE GUY!
Leon hunched forward indoors.
"Nothing but the finest wares!"
Grabbing your water bottle from the desk, you took a generous swig. It was always good to remember to stay hydrated. You can't take care of Leon if you haven't taken care of yourself.
"Repair time."
Zooming through the options, you had him repair the armor before anything else. Buying First Aid Spray was among the list. The usual routine.
After clicking out of that menu, everything out the gateway sounded much worse than it did when you started playing today.
"Don't get yourself killed now, haha." The hooded figure laughed.
Leon reloaded before you saved the game again.
"Just breathe," you said.
ROAR
Off to the right, in the distance, the huge infected continued throwing parts of the fortress.
"Go, Leon, go."
After crossing the draw bridge, you had Leon crouch behind the wall. He was lucky thus far.
WHAM
You gasped as Leon flew and tumbled off to the left.
"Shit! Sir Ugly's got me beat." Leon pushed himself back up and trotted into the tower before him.
You grimaced when you took a glance at the curved health bar.
"And I totally went the wrong way a minute ago." You groaned, "I'm sorry, Leon."
Rushing Leon, you did your best to have him avoid flying boulders. Technically it wasn't boulders, but still. You were doing your best to find something to use against that behemoth of an infected.
"These guys are really just annoying now," you said as you had Leon kick a walking infected.
Climbing up, you hoped it was a new area for Leon.
Cobblestone flooring lined the room. Some sharp fencing stood ahead.
"Yes! A cannon! Hope it works."
The relief in Leon's voice, no matter the amount, made you smile.
"It better work. That guy's huge. Can we drop a tower on him?"
You shouldn't had been surprised when more infected came after Leon. You really shouldn't have.
"Hey!" You gasped seeing one infected wielding an axe and another one attacking.
BANG
"Next?" Leon sassed both confidently and tiredly.
Seemingly clear, you did the usual: gathering items and set up for what's next.
The cannon went up to the roof for position.
It was the moment. The next answer for the huge obstacle.
CRASH
Leon rushed to the cannon. "Get ready."
"We got it. Come on," you aimed at the large infected.
The cannon fired and disgustingly hit its mark through the infected's face and sent it tumbling over the edge.
"Oh!"
"Adios, you son of a bitch."
"Sí." You aimed the cannon elsewhere.
Wooden doors blasted open.
"All right, open for traffic," Leon brushed back his hair.
You shook your head fondly. "My door's open for traffic," you said with a short laugh.
Pulse lowering more, you eyed Leon.
Still good.
Finding your way down or rather Leon's way down, he headed towards the newly opened doorway.
"We'll get a bit of a break, right?"
No sooner had you asked that a burst of sound hit your eardrums.
Both wooden planks and Leon flew up into the air.
"WAH?" You looked on in horror at the screen. "LEON!"
ROAR
Leon scrambled up and across the huge infected as it tried to hang on to the ledge. Huffing, Leon made it into the tower to safety. Relatively. Then dove forward as the thing reached for him.
"What the crap?" You clutched your chest, heart hammering.
Leon walked forward to the ledge and stated, "Sorry. I've had my fill of you guys."
You exhaled and sunk into your seat for a moment.
And this isn't even the end of the game.
What else was there ahead of Leon?
What other shapes would danger appear in?
Could you get through it successfully?
A large, intact area was laid out below. A courtyard, perhaps.
"Ashley? Where are you?"
"Hopefully somewhere safe enough," you replied.
You eyed the hedges below, but had Leon move on.
Indoors you heard crying and were relieved to see a cutscene.
"Ashley." You cheered softly at the sight of the blonde.
Thank goodness. And...no bad guys?
Stretching your fingers, you listened in on Ashley and Leon's reunion. Totally without getting all teary-eyed.
More than anything, you knew they both needed a cure and a vacation from the terrors they faced. Plus time to recover from whatever was sure to come next.
He's so respectful of distance.
After speaking with one another, the screen faded away from Ashley.
CHAPTER END
"Ooo buddy. I love them so much," you rubbed at your eyes for a couple of moments. "Wrap Ashley in a blanket and hug Leon for a few hours."
Zipping through results, you saved immediately.
"One more chapter wouldn't hurt." You reasoned.
Again, your view started on Leon's back as his phone rang. You weren't quite sure how safe that would be in a more critically dangerous situation.
But you had complete faith in Leon.
You only needed to make sure he reached the end of the game. Preferably without watching him die on screen.
A call from Luis requesting Leon to save him wasn't exactly on your gaming bingo card.
"Looks like we have to rescue la princessa," you grabbed your drink again.
You had a feeling it was going to be a long journey still.
"I'm right with you, Leon. You got this."
. . .
Rushing across the red carpeting towards the very next enemy, Leon's vision became blurry for a moment. A moment too long for him.
"The hell is happening?" Leon took a shot at another cloaked figure attacking him and grabbing for Ashley.
The figure fell, ended. There were still so many appearing from behind corners or from where one chanted.
"Reload, reload, reload." Your stressed voice came from behind him.
Hurting and jogging between furniture, Leon wasn't comforted by the panic in your voice.
But they sure have hell of an aim.
Rounds of gunfire and chanting filled the space. The same evade and destroy. Survive.
Yet for once he wasn't alone. Leon had Ashley to protect and lend a hand. Which was better than the threatening alternative.
"Crap this. His health is low." You said with a huff.
A grenade flew from his grasp before he could fully register having grabbed it.
BOOM
Leon wiped the sweat from his brow.
That's all of them, Leon thought as he raised a walkway. He and Ashley could continue.
"Making progress!" Ashley announced encouragingly.
Leon moved forward. "Look at Miss Positive."
"I am and she needs to be home away from this loco place," you panted.
You're tired? Leon almost said out loud, but he frowned when he swore he heard slouching of water by his ear before a small cough from you. Where are you when we're escaping this hell hole?
"Eh. I'm sweating."
He glanced over to where your voice sounded close by. Mouth open, he almost spoke directly to you. Almost.
Leon had so many questions for you.
Among them: How were you caught in this mess?
Were you in danger?
Was someone making you control Leon?
What else did you know about the infected?
What else did you know about him?
Why would you care so much?
Leon turned yet another corner.
"I'm gonna get dizzy with all of these twists and turns," you murmured.
Hearing the water again, Leon's eyebrows pinched together briefly.
Do they feel alright? Again, Leon considered speaking to you, but that would only frighten Ashley. Speaking to air -- a voice only I can hear? Yeah, definitely not concerning.
Coming up to another shiny gate, Leon heard your quiet sigh.
The hairs on the back of his neck tickled as it warmed. He shook the image of lips out of his mind as soon as it appeared.
He wasn't alone, but he couldn't even truly find you. His constant companion: name unknown, location unknown, and commentary unrestrained.
What happens to them when this mission's complete?
"Leon! Watch out!" Ashley alerted him as a robed infected ran towards him holding a scythe.
"Cool weapon," you stated flatly.
Leon blasted the guy. Then once within reach, ended him easily.
Two more walked closer. One with a wooden shield. Both taken out without much trouble.
"Huh!"
"Okay. Cool. Let's keep going." Your voice sounded less enthusiastic as Leon figured the many turns inside the fancy fortress was indeed tiring you out.
Guess they don't live in a place like this, Leon reasoned to himself. His mind wondering briefly what your home must be like.
The next room they found themselves in wasn't as lit up as the other rooms. Yet no less empty.
"Hey Leon, there's some armor. Bet you could use it like a bulletproof vest." Ashley pointed out playfully.
A lineup of four suits of armor faced the windows.
"Heh. Little old fashioned for my taste."
"Too bad. I think you'd look pretty dashing." She responded.
Leon added no further commentary as he investigated the room.
"He would look dashing," you murmured from somewhere by his head. "But you can't argue with a good cotton blend."
Swallowing down a laugh, Leon silently thanked you for guiding him onward.
"Or sweatpants." You added.
Definitely closer to my taste.
Further ahead, Leon had a feeling something was up. He leapt down where more statues and suits of armor were cast in light by wall-hung torches.
"Ashley, stay up there!"
"OK! Be careful!"
He went around investigating and kicking in a few items.
"She better not get grabbed again," you mumbled. Voice behind him at usual. "There's a lot of stuff to grab..."
Your suspicion made Leon more alert. You had not been wrong about your gut feelings. Even if you didn't clearly state it.
"Leon! The armor!"
Indeed, of all things, he could see after grabbing another piece of a larger puzzle, a suit of armor advanced.
"C'mon, you can't be serious!"
"How many are there?" You voiced as you guided shot after shot.
The infected sprung out from helmets.
"Hah!" Ashley voiced from above as fiery blue light erupted on the floor. "Look! It stopped moving!"
"What did I miss?" You huffed.
"I don't think they like the lantern fire!"
"Oh." You charged Leon in for a good kick. "Can you drop down another?"
Leon pressed the trigger instead of stating the obvious: Ashley could not hear you.
Then again . . .
Did you know Leon could hear you?
Another armored infected crumbled to the floor.
"Hey! Are you OK!?"
Leon ran towards where he had leapt down from.
"Yeah! Nighty-night, knights." Leon quipped as he caught Ashley from her descent and set her on her feet.
Your single laugh came out so fast, you nearly choked.
"You sure you're all right?" Ashley inquired with concern, "You're not burned, are you?"
"Nah, thanks for your help. That really did the trick."
"Hehe."
Leon meant what he said. Any actual help was good and appreciated. No matter the scale or the odds against him.
Why say nothing when one could let their thoughts be known?
Opening another passage via statue puzzle, they moved on along a long red rug runner.
"You don't think they're gonna move, do you?" Ashley asked as they passed more suits of armor posed with weapons.
"Probably not," you answered. "But I might yelp anyway."
Leon nearly shook his head before kicking another vase.
You sure did not mind searching for any little item or collectable that might assist him later.
Passing through another wooden floor, Leon found himself back in the familiar Great Hall.
"Okay...um. Ballroom next," you said before clearly stretching as evident by soft sounds Leon had heard from you before. "Let's check a few things first. And probably save."
A stop by The Merchant and the Typewriter later, Leon set the animal heads onto the statue.
Movement sounded close at hand and further away.
"Leon, the stairs!" Ashley pointed behind him.
"Stay back!" He advised her. Leon freely held up his gun with full control.
In a moment, golden cage bars sprung up around him.
"Muetre." One infected growled.
Eyes on Ashley in direct danger, Leon gripped the cage bars. "Run! Now!"
She took off running as infected were quick to pursue.
Within the gate, an infected swung down at Leon, intending to harm, but he rolled out of the way. Leon begun shooting.
He had full control of his moments.
Dodging a fiery arrow effortlessly, he kept going.
"That's my Leon." Your voice seemed to float around him.
Experience, training, and maybe something more made Leon react with ease as if it was all well rehearsed. Using what he had helped him survive.
. . .
This Ashley POV is stressing me out, you thought. All this ticking. It's too much pressure.
Ashley climbed out of the elegant lift and headed straight for a gated doorway with her blue flame lantern.
"Leon!"
"Ashley? Are you OK!?"
My boy!
"Hang on, I'll figure something out!" She called out.
Meanwhile you were regretting not taking a break earlier. You didn't want to mess up helping Ashley.
More ticking.
Louder ticking.
This is going to take a minute.
With Ashley determined to save Leon, you guided her to clues.
And an exact time. Wow. Cool.
"Maybe..."
You smiled. On the job training, Ashley. You got this.
Ticking continued.
Clock arms whirled.
You yawned quietly.
The tall clock chimed.
"I know I saw another clock like this one..."
Sliding itself, a hidden doorway was revealed. Beyond was . . .
Spooky, you thought at the sight of billowing curtains and a steep staircase leading down.
Just beyond the foot of the stairs and an abrupt corner came another suit of armor.
Ashley screamed as the blue light within the lantern she carried stopped it mid strike.
"It's all good, nice and slow..."
You got this girl.
Another hidden doorway.
It made you wonder how many normal doors there were versus hidden ones. Then you would have to take into account ones that required pieces like a puzzle instead of using a cranking mechanism.
Another suit?
"Get lost!"
Move girl!
You kept hey moving quickly as rapid moving metal clanked on pursuit.
"Don't look back. Don't look back."
Okay. Okay. Move. Move. Move. You guided her around another corner and door. Finally!
The second clock stood in the semi darkness.
This place is expensive!
Ticking. Chimes.
A secret stairwell that looks really creepy with the swinging blue lantern!
Following the red carpet runner, Ashley found an elevator. Among a bunch of antiques.
"Come on. Come on!"
It's old. We're lucky it works, you thought as you stretched your legs. And-- crap.
Using the blue light, Ashley bravely stopped the advance of more suited infected before safely getting into the lift.
"Oh, thank god."
I'm here too. You waved to her back.
"I am done with armor."
How about a nice suit and tie?
Beyond the lift, more antiques occupied a larger room.
"Didn't I just say I was done!?"
Oh, no.
A bell is sorts sounded with a pull of a rope and the music went up through your earbuds.
Crap! She can't fight!
If you weren't sweating before, you sure were then.
Infected wiggled in the armor.
"This sucks!" Her scared tone made your heart clench.
Yet there was a puzzle to solve instead of a simple door to open with a handle. This was hard for her! She wasn't trained for that.
"Stay away!"
You rushed Ashley through the space, much too aware of how frightened she was to be there alone. All the metal clanking, the infected slithering, and music rising had your pulse going.
Last one!
The gate slid up.
Ashley ran. Across dust covered rug and stairs until she reached an all stone area. Pretty dark too.
Honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if you had to fight in there. Then again, this was Ashley. She didn't fight, but she was a survivor.
You were proud.
"The heck..."
A lantern...light puzzle? You squinted at the screen. Okay then. Uh. Is Leon just waiting? Like, I wouldn't mind him waiting at home here. Hehehe.
Puzzle solving commenced shortly. Thankfully.
Obtained Salazar Family Insignia.
Right. Fancy. You leaned towards the screen for a moment.
A blue flame extinguished.
"No, no... No, don't go out!"
What? No--
Dark armor appeared ahead.
"Again!? I've had enough of this!" Ashley bolted.
She was defenseless. Ashley had no armor of her own.
Unprotected and running for her life.
With each step along the hall, another suit came alive.
You needed to help her.
RUN GIRL!
By far, having to protect a character who was to be rescued felt alarming. The pressure to not mess up was high. Ridiculously high.
You had her run, crunch, and maneuver through "frozen" knights with every hope it wouldn't be a jump scare. Or worse, the end of Ashley's turn.
No more blue light shined ahead. Yet more suits of armor were ready as you guided her quickly and mentally cursed the elevator until it shut protectively with Ashley inside.
That was close.
Ashley panted, scared. But alive.
Until she rightfully screamed a short time later.
How is she supposed to get by? This poor girl!
Weave around, check map, run, crouch, and move.
Move, she did after, hopefully, one last puzzle piece was placed.
"All right."
Cutscene! Where's my boy? Man...
"Leon!"
"Ashley?" Leon called from within the caged area. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah! Give me a sec, I'll get you out."
Might need good therapy... Oh, gross... You watched her grab a key from a hand. No, oh. Kay!
"Hey! Try this!"
Leon grabbed the key she tossed and looked up in question. "Can you make it down? I can catch you."
That's a drop. You grimaced at the distance between the balcony of the floor above Leon's.
"Yeah, I think so."
Girl?
Leon nodded silently. Handsomely.
Then, of course, because she was out of your sight and Leon's, some red-hooded goon grabbed her.
What is that creepy guy?
"Ashley!"
Firing off shots on his own, Leon's attempts only made the goon take one glance at him over the shoulder before continuing on its way.
"Oh, crap." You exhaled. "This could be worse."
"Shit!" Leon growled.
"Oh, Leon..."
CHAPTER END
"Save, please."
Back at the main menu, you let yourself relax. Letting all the tension go.
Sometimes playing video games felt like a workout. Well, some literally were.
"Didn't expect to play as Ashley," you took off your earbuds and set them aside. "And now we have to find her again. And Leon's health should be fine."
Goodness, were you emotionally involved with the characters. You had ahead put in more than a few hours before this gaming session; so it put to reason you would feel something.
Perhaps you felt something a little more, a little stronger, for a certain agent you spent the most time playing with. Maybe a lot.
"Until next time, Leon."
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reader playing video games and getting all upset with the game and after rage quitting she lays next to Wanda cuddling her and then Wanda decides to make reader feel better by eating reader out till they pass tf out
You don’t gotta do this lol just had this idea for another character but couldn’t find it
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men & minors dni!
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Wanda had never understood video games. You often teased her for being ‘old’, to which she would swat your arm and try to concentrate harder when you’d explain the game for the tenth time.
You often got game rage, mumbling and cursing when you’d lose. Wanda often chuckled in amusement, hands on your shoulders to give you a massage, as you often got tense.
“You take it too seriously, detka.” She’d say giving you kisses all over until you calmed down.
One particular day, you had been gaming for a few hours, getting increasingly annoyed when you couldn’t get past a battle. You cursed, eventually throwing your controller across the bed. “Stupid game.”
Wanda was working on her laptop next to you, having tuned out your mumbles a long while ago. She looked up, lowering her glasses slightly. “Did you lose?”
You sighed, “Yes, many times. I hate this game.”
“And yet you keep playing it.” Wanda smiled, closing her laptop and sliding her glasses off, placing them on the side.
You cuddled up next to her, arms wrapped around her body. “It’s not my fault, I can’t just give up on the game! The control settings are so stupid! It’s bu—“
Your words came to a halt when you realised Wanda had started pulling down your pants.
“Go on, sweetheart, tell me all about the controls.”
You struggled to pull yourself together when you felt Wanda’s hands sliding up your thighs and removing any other clothing below your waist.
As you attempted to explain, your breathing quickened, gasping sharply when you felt her warm mouth against your pussy. Her nails dug into your sides, letting you know that she wanted you to continue talking.
“Uh.. the uhm.. thing..” You stammered, hips bucking as she began the act of eating you out.
It only took a few minutes until you were on the edge. You were a moaning mess, back arching as her tongue worked wonders.
“Fuck! Wanda—“
When you came, she didn’t stop, bringing you to orgasm over and over until you were trembling with overstimulation and exhaustion. Wanda finally let out a satisfied hum, crawling back up next to you. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes blown wide.
“You don’t curse that loud when you’re gaming.” Wanda said smugly.
You just managed a tired noise, eyes closing, arms wrapping around her, managing to fall asleep before her next sentence.
“Maybe I should mess up the game settings more often.”
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As a slightly nerdy gamer, this made me very happy :,)
ignore timestamps! I think I'm a bit out of it when I wrote this😭
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Lando vs. The Player He Never Saw Coming
PART 3
Lando Norris x Reader
piastri!reader + gamer!reader
Two weeks without racing and Lando thought he was good at the game which he was but…you completely obliterates him unintentionally. The journey of love between the F1 driver and you, the top global ranker.
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Even after void messaged you, you didn't open Twitter yet. Lando Norris? who cares? not like you want to be the center of attention and surely it will die down, if people can't accept you're a woman just because you're good at games and got into a global ranking, then they can fuck off.
You don’t want to open twitter, simple as that but then, your phone vibrated again, with annoying sigh, you picked it up again.
Curiosity is annoying and persistent, and eventually, later on after you’ve finished a few clean games you finally opens the app and God knows how much you regretted it.
You exhale slowly and lock your phone.
No tweets from you, why would you?
No statements, who cares? let them think what they want. No clarifications, well maybe soon but for now, just silence.
Somewhere else, miles away, Lando scrolls too, this time without chat, without stream, without jokes and realizes that for the first time, maybe winning wasn’t the point. Thinking he actually crossed a line.
A week passes.
The internet doesn’t forget it just gets bored.
You trends less, clips slow down and people move on to the next thing. You stay quiet and focuses on just gaming.
Another day arrives and the stream goes live and Lando barely finishes saying hello before he’s already laughing.
“Okay! okay chat I’m live” he says, glancing at camera. “Yes, Void is joining. Yes I-
a Discord ping cuts him off. Looks like Void joins the call.
“Yo” he says, upbeat, already smiling in his voice. “You ready?”
Lando exhales. “I don’t think anyone’s ever been ready for you, mate.”
Void laughs. “Fair.”
They queue immediately.
Character select barely lasts two seconds before Void locks in and starts talking like he’s already mid-fight.
“Alright, we’re landing in the middle, Stay on me. Don’t loot slow.”
“Middle?” Lando squeaks. “First game???”
“Trust” Void says. “If you die, you die fast. Better that way.”
They drop and immediately, Lando couldn't even comprehend. Void hits the ground running, sliding, grabbing a gun, already shooting before Lando’s even fully landed.
“Cracked one, ok dead another team coming in” Void rattles off.
“I...wait! I don’t have a gun yet!” Lando pants.
“Pinged.” Void says. “Left, move.”
Lando scrambles, heart racing, barely keeping up as Void wipes a squad almost single-handedly.
“what is happening” Lando laughs breathlessly. “You didn’t even slow down!”
Void chuckles. “Momentum. Don’t stop.” They rotate instantly. No looting death boxes, no checking attachments.
“Why are we leaving??” Lando asks.
“Third party incoming” Void replies casually.
Shots ring out behind them seconds later. “Oh my god” Lando laughs. “You’re actually insane.”
Second fight is much more faster. Void slides into cover, wall-jumps, downs two enemies before Lando even finishes reloading.
“I’m trying!” Lando groans.
“You’re doing fine” Void says. “You’re just thinking too much.”
They somehow survive and Lando’s hands are shaking. “Okay” he says, exhaling. “This feels illegal.”
Void laughs again. “Welcome to top lobbies.”
The game ended fast, Void cleared the lobby enemy without breaking a sweat and second game loads.
Void doesn’t slow down, same drop, Lando audibly panics.
“I’m gonna die, mate! I’m dead, I’m so dead!”
“You’re alive” Void interrupts. “Move.”
They sprint, slide, climb. Void is everywhere, voice overlapping itself as he calls fights before they happen.
“Team above, aight' ignore, swing right”
Lando barely lands shots but stays upright.
“That’s a win for me” he gasps.
Mid-game, Lando finally goes down. “Ah! that’s my bad,” he groans. “Overpushed.”
Void doesn’t miss a beat. Clutches the fight, grabs the banner, resets like it’s nothing.
“Breathe” Void says. “You’re fine.”
As they camp briefly to reset shields, Lando laughs weakly.
“I feel like I owe the internet an apology at this point.”
Void hums, confused with the random statement “For what?”
“For last week” Lando says. “I messed up. Didn’t mean to drag anyone into chaos. Hope it didn’t mess things up for you too.”
Void answers immediately, still looting. “Oh, that?nah. Don’t worry” he says lightly. “I talked with Blaze already. She’s not mad. Thought it was dumb.”
Lando freezes mid-heal. “…you talked with Blaze?”
Void is already moving again. “Yeah, don't sweat it, she's okay with it”
Stream chat:
“WAIT WHAT”
“VOID KNOWS BLAZE??”
“how does he know her? omgggg”
“THIS LORE IS CRAZY”
“why is this so casual”
“THEY'RE TOP 1 AND TOP 2 OBVIOUSLY THEY KNOW EACH OTHER..?😭”
Lando laughs, a little hysterical. “Mate. You can’t just say that like it’s normal.”
Void finally clocks it.
“…oh.” A pause. “Ohhh.”
“Yeah” Lando says. “You just dropped that on stream. Wait, you're streaming too right?”
Void exhales, amused but resigned. “Whoops hahaha yeah”
They’re forced back into combat. Void speeds up even more, like he’s trying to outrun the moment. They win again somehow but the energy has shifted.
As the victory screen fades, Void clears his throat.
“Gonna check something on Discord real quick.”
“Alright” Lando mutters then continue talking to chats
Void alt tabs anyway not caring about it being on stream, It's not like people will see something, so he opens it, just his personal server, just a casual scroll.
He’s looking for a screenshot he saved earlier, something about new game releases.
Then a DM pops up and he clicks without thinking.
Void freezes. For half a heartbeat, he forgets where he is.
Forgets the stream, forgets the audience.
He exhales, half amused, and mutters instinctively “…damn. Of all times, Blaze.”
The realization hits him like a punch as his eyes widen.
“ oh shit.”
He snaps back to the game tab. “Sorry” he says quickly. “Back. My bad.”
Lando lets out a nervous laugh. Void clears his throat, voice steadier now but quieter. They started the third match, Lando reads everything some of his chat are saying that thry have been watching both stream and Void leaked a chat but he chose not to read it. He shouldn't.
“Focus” he says. “Team rotating right.”
They finish the game and easily win it.
But the energy is different now, Lando glances at chat too often, Void keeps his callouts short.
As the match ends with another victory, the stream chat won't calm down
Void clicks his tongue softly. Another match starts. “Alright” he says suddenly, voice cutting clean through the chaos. “Pause. I’m gonna say something before this turns into a conspiracy documentary.”
Lando looks relieved. “Please.”
Void keeps playing as he talks, reflexive movements, sliding into cover.
“First of all” he says, measured, calm, “me and Blaze are not that close. Before anyone gets weird.”
Chat slows just enough to listen. “We’re just…friends. We’ve queued together a few times. That’s it. She’s good. I respect her. End of story.”
Void glances at his second monitor again, then back at the game.
They finish the fight, barely, and duck into cover again. Ring’s closing. A moment of quiet.
Void hesitates then says, almost offhand, “Actually… should I just ask her if she wants to join? Might kill the mystery.”
Lando nearly chokes.
“Wait..what?” he laughs. “You’re serious?”
Void shrugs audibly. “Up to her, I mean she asked to play first, not forcing anything.” Then, more carefully “And only if you’re okay with it. You’re streaming too.”
Lando doesn’t even hesitate. “I mean yeah. If she’s comfortable. Totally.”
Void opens Discord again, this time, the stream chat turns black showing BRB
You joined the lobby without a sound.
No mic click nor greeting, just the quiet appearance of blaze in the third slot.
Void glanced once, nodded like this was expected. “She’s in” he said to his stream, calm. “I already sent her the Discord link earlier. But she said she’s not doing comms.”
Lando stiffened. “Oh” He cleared his throat. “Right. Yeah. That’s totally fine. No pressure.”
Stream chat:
“SHE JOINED”
“no mic is crazy”
“why is her character terrifying”
“top 2 global just sitting there like 😐”
“lando is so nervous omg, you can feel it through the screen😭”
“APOLOGIZE LANDO”
“she’s about to farm”
“why do i feel scared through the screen”
Match found. The dropship cut across the map. Void instantly pinged a high zone, voice sharp, confident.
You didn’t hesitate. You adjusted your drop angle automatically, drifting a half-second behind him, already reading the movement of other squads.
Lando followed, slightly too late. “Okay, okay, okay” he muttered. “I’m with you guys. I think. I’m with you...”
You hit the ground first. Loot, slide, gone.
Void was already moving too, momentum seamless. You matched him step for step, cutting left while he pushed right, no words exchanged, no pings needed. It was instinct. Rhythm. Years of this game burned into muscle memory.
Lando, meanwhile, was scrambling.
“I have this gun, chat” he said. “it's fine, right?”
A gunfight erupted nearby, you didn’t wait.
You wall-jumped cleanly into the fight, snapped your aim, cracked shields in under a second. Void followed immediately, perfectly timed, cleaning up the second target before they could even turn.
Two squads down.
Lando arrived just in time to see death boxes.
“Oh,” he breathed. “You, wow. Okay. That was fast.”
Stream chat:
“SHE DIDNT MISS”
“VOID AND BLAZE ARE SO IN SYNCED”
“lando is third wheeling the gods”
“this is bullying”
“Lando, tell them to slow down for you😭”
“So this is how global rankers play😰”
The game sped up. Rotations were ruthless. Fights ended before Lando fully registered them. You and Void moved like you shared a brain, pushing, retreating, flanking without ever communicating.
Lando tried to keep up. And then, he panicked.
Mid-rotation, ring closing, you and Void pulled back to reset positioning.
Lando didn’t. “I think I can get him, chat” he said suddenly.
Before Void could react, Lando pushed alone. “Lando, wai-” Void started.
Too late. Lando slid straight into open sightlines.
Cracked, downed, finished.
Silence. The fight spiraled. You and Void tried to recover, but the numbers shifted. Third parties, bad angle and no reset.
Squad eliminated.
Back in the lobby, finally, a lose for the first time in the stream, with you first time joining them and losing...
“…That one’s on me” he finally said. “That was...yeah. That was stupid.”
For a second, no one spoke.
Then you finally broke the silence. “Don’t push like that.”
It wasn’t sharp, Lando inhaled through his teeth.
“Yeah” he said quietly. “That’s, yeah. That’s on me.”
Stream Chat:
“SHE SPOKE”
“LANDO GOT COOKED SO BAD BLAZE HAD TO JOIN THE DC SERVER 😭”
“FIRST WORDS AND IT’S A ROAST😂”
“THE TONE”
“WHY DOES THIS FEEL LIKE A COACH TALK”
“lmao lando sit down”
“she waited one game and judge you, mate”
“this is actually terrifying”
Void let out a laugh. “You overextended, Lando but it's fine we can do better next match”
Lando exhaled, half-laughing at himself. “Okay. Okay. Lesson learned.”
You didn’t say anything else.
Second match. Void pinged a safer drop this time, still contested, but manageable. You adjusted immediately, shifting your angle, already scanning the sky for enemy trails.
“Void” you said, calm as ever, “slow it down a bit this match. Let him adjust.”
There was no hesitation. “Yeah” Void replied instantly. “Got it.”
Lando blinked, surprised. “Oh. Uh. thanks, thanks” he said. “Appreciate that.”
You hit the ground together. Looting was methodical, no frantic scrambling this time. You grabbed what you needed and moved on without lingering, already thinking two steps ahead. Void mirrored you. Lando stayed close, not rushing, not lagging behind.
First shots rang out nearby, you didn’t sprint in.
“Hold” you said. “They’re baiting.”
Void angled left and you climbed for height. Lando stayed low, covering your backs like you told him to.
The enemy team pushed instead, that’s when it clicked.
Void cracked shields first. You followed up instantly, clean beams, forcing a retreat. Lando tagged one trying to escape, voice lifting with surprise. “I hit him! I actually hit him.”
“Good” you replied. “Don’t chase.”
He didn’t, the squad collapsed on the enemy together, one down to two down, a clean wipe.
The midgame stretched on. Rotations tightened as ring pressure forced decisions. You called them calmly, even when things got messy. “Reset here.” “Wait for third party.” “Cover Void, don’t swing.”
Lando followed every word.
He still stumbled, a missed reload, a late slide but this time you compensated, repositioning instead of forcing fights. Void anchored like a wall, cleaning up mistakes without making them obvious.
One fight dragged longer than the others. Grenades flying, shields cracking with third party incoming.
“Back up” you said. “We don’t win this head-on.”
Lando hesitated for half a second, then he listened.
They disengaged, healed, looped back around and caught the remaining team scrambling.
“You see?” you said.
“Yeah,” Lando replied, breathless but smiling. “Yeah, I see it now.”
Stream chat:
“THIS IS A MASTERCLASS, BETTER THAN FERARRI'S STRATEGY BTW”
“blaze is literally teaching him😭”
“void + blaze comms are actually insane tf”
“lando sounds calmer”
“why is this wholesome”
“from cheater accusations to coaching”
The second win felt easier than the first.
Not because the lobby was weaker, it wasn’t but because everything finally clicked.
Your calls were steady and void followed instinctively. Lando stayed disciplined, didn’t overextend, didn’t panic. When the final squad fell and the CHAMPION screen flashed again, Lando leaned back in his chair with a breathy laugh.
“Okay” he said. “I think that’s my cue to end on a high before I embarrass myself again.”
Stream chat:
“BACK TO BACK WINS”
“REDEMPTION ARC COMPLETE”
“lando actually learned omg”
“this trio cooked”
Void hummed. “Two wins before we end, that’s a good place to stop.”
Lando nodded, then glanced at chat, tone softening. “Before I go though...” he said, “Blaze, yo so thanks for playing. Seriously. And… yeah, sorry for last week. For the cheating tweets and all the unmuted thingy, that was on me.”
You didn’t rush your reply.
Then your mic clicked on. “It’s fine.” you said evenly. “I already had a talk with Oscar and I don’t really care if people found out I’m a woman.”
There was half a second where Void’s smile froze. Lando’s head snapped up, not surprised, just oh no.
Stream chat:
“DID SHE JUST SAY OSCAR???”
“WHY DID SHE NAME DROP”
“OSCAR WHO????”
“WAIT WAIT WAIT”
“Piastri? Oscar Piastri??????”
“EXCUSE ME”
“Everything's connected apparently😭”
Void laughed immediately. “Uh huh”
Lando rubbed his face. “You just dropped that like it’s nothing.”
You sounded amused, if only slightly. “I mean” you said, “it’s not a secret.”
And then, casually like you weren’t about to rewrite Apex lore “that I’m Oscar’s sister.”
Stream chat:
“WHAT.”
“NO WAY”
“OSCAR PIASTRI????”
“THIS STREAM IS INSANE”
“I NEED A TIMELINE”
“THIS IS LORE DROP OF THE YEAR”
Void was laughing openly now while Lando just stared at his screen, muttering, “This is probably the first time people hear it tho”
You didn’t explain further. “Anyway” you said calmly, “GGs. I’m heading off.”
And before people could process another revelation, you left the Discord call.
Next Part >
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You’re mid-match, headset slipping down your hair, voice sharp as you bark at your teammates through the mic. “No, push left—LEFT, are you fucking blind?”
Simon’s in the doorway, mask up just enough for a cigarette, watching you with that dark, heavy stare. He loves it when you’re like this—mouthy, focused, too busy to notice the way his hands already palming himself through his joggers.
“Oi, love,” he rumbles, stepping closer, smoke curling in the air. “You gonna get off that game any time tonight?”
You wave him off, eyes glued to the screen. “Busy. Five minutes.”
And that’s all it takes. He’s behind you in seconds, dragging the chair back just enough to wedge himself behind you.
His hand slides up under your shirt, finding bare skin, while his cock presses hard against your back.
“Five minutes?” His voice is gravel, low in your ear. “Nah. You’re done now.”
You gasp, fumbling with the controller, still trying to play, and he laughs—dark, mean—when you choke out some excuse into the mic. His fingers slip under your shorts, already pushing them aside, and his tone sharpens.
“Mute the fuckin’ headset, sweetheart. Don’t want the whole lobby hearin’ how needy you get.”
Your fingers fumble over the buttons, trying to click out a shaky goodbye to your team. Your voice cracks when you mumble something about a “lag” before tossing the controller aside, headset sliding crooked around your neck. That’s all Simon needs—his hand pressing flat against the small of your back as he bends you forward over the desk, your cheek nearly smushed against the glowing screen.
“Look at you,” he mutters, voice gravel and smoke, fingers plunging deep and curling just right. “Can’t even hold it together long enough to log off proper.”
You whimper, thighs trembling, nails scraping at the wood as his pace quickens. Every drag of his fingers feels brutal, intentional—like he’s trying to wring the sounds out of you. And it works. Soft gasps tumble from your lips, then louder ones, your body arching into his hand.
Simon leans over you, chest heavy against your back, his breath burning your ear. “That’s it. Moan for me, love. Christ—hear yourself? All wet round my fingers. Proper mess already.”
You whine his name, helpless, trying to push back against him. He catches your hips with his free hand, pinning you down easily, smug chuckle rumbling in his chest when you cry out again.
“Greedy little thing. You tell me five minutes, you brush me off, and now look. Soakin’ my hand like you’ve been waitin’ on this all night.”
Your legs threaten to give out, but he doesn’t let up—he just buries another finger inside, dragging your orgasm closer with a rhythm that’s ruthless. Your headset dangles uselessly around your neck, cords tugging when your head jerks back, mouth open and eyes glassy.
When you finally break, it’s messy—body shuddering, voice cracking on his name as you gush around his fingers. Simon groans low, pulling his mask down with his wrist so he can sink his teeth into your shoulder, muffling the sound of how much he enjoys ruining you.
“Good girl,” he rasps, easing you through it, dragging his soaked fingers out slow just to hear the way you whine. He taps them against your thigh, sticky and obscene. “That’s one. Now—” His cock presses heavy against you through his joggers. “Be a sweetheart and tell me you’re ready for the real thing.”
