TylerGetsTheD (IWasBeggedToWriteThis)

„That's what you get when you mess with a WARRIOR!“ Tyler grinned into his webcam while pressing Control & 3 simultaneously, resulting in his character dancing atop of the corpses of the enemy team and his – he knew very well that they had a ward planted at this very specific location, using it to parade Draven in front of them.

He had defied death itself in that teamfight, precisely 4 times utilizing both Death's Dance and Phantom Dancer, and was currently at about 400 HP – a monument to his skill! Within seconds after his victory, Tyler also jumped out of his chair, mimicking his character's dance while wearing the same outfit, a cosplay of Draven.

“Aight, now lemme find that last one – Ez, where--” As Tyler sat down, still wearing a large and malicious grin on his face, his screen quickly turned to grey after his character was met with a barrage of golden light – first a Trueshot Barrage, then an Essence Flux, followed by a Mystic Shot, Arcane Shift and finally.. an auto-attack.

“WHAT?!” he screamed, furious and in disbelief about his character being turned into a pile of dead meat by the enemy Ezreal, who had been feeding and failing his lane the entire game so far. “Oh this little son of a bitch!”

His anger still brewing, his mind still racing, Tyler typed up a storm for all-chat, only to delete it before sending it. He was a reformed member of the League of Legends Community, remember? Of course, his viewers on Twitch still felt his anger and agreed with him, some of them also memed about the situation – what Tyler didn't expect though was a fairly large donation, to which a message was attached.: “I heard that, Bitchboy.”

As Tyler's forehead vein began to bulge up, Ezreal walked into the frame of his corpse, lit up by his own ward, proceeding to dance on the corpse of Draven. The ensuing scream could be heard throughout the entire house, so loud even that his girlfriend, Macaiyla, barged through the door, demanding to know what made him scream so loud.

Being the 'gentleman' he was, Tyler turned off both his cam and microphone for a moment before their verbal battle ensued. After about a minute or two, Tyler had set down on his chair again, his mic and cam both enabled again, their fight likely over now.

His mood had quite clearly become even worse, the vein on his forehead still strong, while the one on his neck grew even bigger, his arms bulging out as well – if he hadn't learned self-restrain, Tyler would've probably tore through the screen with his fist by this point.

“Who the hell are you?” Tyler muttered, still somewhat confused and bewildered by the sudden donation of 250$. He had already gotten far larger donations, some weird, some cringy, but none containing a message like that. “The one that just whooped your ass, Pumpkinhead.” Another donation came in, this time for 500$.

“EZREAL?!” he shouted, his feelings mixed about getting such donations – 750$ for just these two messages, yet he also made a clown of him in front of his viewers. Tyler wasn't ready to give up just yet, responding to Ezreal in the game while running towards bot lane. “Come try that again, whimp, I'll beat you in the ground before you can even blink away!”

He came, he saw Tyler, he beat the crap out of him – in less than 2 seconds Ezreal had fired his entire combo into Draven, leaving him dead on the floor. If he hadn't know any better, or were a bloody beginner, Tyler would've probably called him out for cheating by this point.

“Don't make me come over there and give you the third 'donation' in person, Tyler.” That was about all that he could take, though the message was sent in game he still banned the person having spent 750$ on his ass – even if it was Ezreal, nobody was allowed to talk to him that way without getting a punch thrown at them.

“Aight, I'll be there in 3. You got this commin', T1.”

“What the fuck does he mean by that?” All of his frustration, all of his anger vanished at the very moment that Tyler read his message, along with Ezreal suddenly walking back to his base. Did he really just disconnect? Did he really think he could take on Tyler? More importantly, was he really stupid enough to just drop 750$ to come by and get his ass kicked?

Laughing to himself like a maniac, the draven main and streamer simply grouped up with the other four members on his team before rushing the enemy base. Of course Tyler could've done it entirely on his own too, this was simply more preferable and faster.

“Aight bois, that was the last game for tonight, I'll see you guys tomorrow.” Cam, off, Mic, off, Stream – off. Tyler was finally finished after having played about 20 games this afternoon until well into the middle of the night. He was beaten, he was exhausted, he was looking forward to bed and to sleeping next to his girlfriend..

But there was still one problem Tyler hadn't dealt with, yet – it wasn't his cosplay, he'd simply take it off, it wasn't his room either, he could simply tidy it up..

No, it was Macaiyla – during their dispute earlier on, while Tyler had his cam and mic shut off, the two of them had a heavier fight than his fans expected. So heavy, in fact, that she was looming over him in the door frame, a cold glare in her eyes and a frustrated frown on her lips.

“Come on, I really didn't try to be loud, ba--”

“He's in there?” Before Tyler could respond, Macaiyla gave the stranger a soft nod, walking towards Tyler's and her bedroom right afterwards. “Just be done in five, I want his ass in bed by then.”

As he looked on, his face capturing his surprise and utter confusion perfectly, the stranger walked through the frame. He was big, but he wasn't burly. He was dressed quite warm, a big parker and thick jeans, but Tyler easily spotted his skinny body beneath.

“What.”

Slowly but surely Macaiyla's guest began to undress, first his winter jacket, then his shirt, followed by his belt. As his shoes went off, so did his socks, revealing more and more of his pale looking skin to the pro streamer.

“What.”

With everything else gone, the time had come to loosen – and pull off – his pants, too. He had barely opened the first button before Tyler began to scream again, this time a mixture of anger and fear audible in his voice.

“WHAT? Fuck off!” One would've been forgiven to believe this was merely a prank, to assume the stranger would simply grow bright red in the face and sprint out of the house.. but no. This scrawny, tall beanstalk continued on, now standing in front of a famous gaming pro and streamer in his mere underwear. “Aight, let's do this – third donation, boiyo!”

“WHAT?! EZREAL?!”

“Bingo, you overgrown squash!” Still baffled, Tyler didn't exactly imagine a taller, yet far less trained 'kid' to come right at him. Perhaps it was his bewilderment that allowed the stranger to strike first, as he kicked of his black Draven wig and tore open his vest, too.

“Alright, it's on you lil' bitch. Thanks for the 750$, but when I'm done with you, you're gonna wish you'd have saved it for hospital bills!”

Despite his threats and the first punch being thrown by Tyler, the stranger continued on undeterred – after dodging his fist with ease due to his agile nature, the ripped down his pants in one go.

“What the FUCK is your deal you weirdo, huh?!” Not intend on answering the question, the stranger charged at Tyler again, tearing down his vest while dodging another strike. Within one swoop he had already managed to slide behind him, throwing up his arms beneath the streamer's, pushing them up while keeping him in a full nelson.

“WHAT. THE. FUCK!” Even though Macaiyla walked back into the room, likely to look after Tyler, she still seemed distant, cold, frustrated with her boyfriend. “You got three more minutes to kick his ass.” And just like that, Macaiyla had left the room again, a strange smile on her face – did she know where this was going?

“Macaiy-- MACAIYLA! Please, come ba-- God fucking damnit, will you stop that already?!” At least the stranger was kind enough to wait for his response before he pushed his hard, thick bulge against Tyler's ass. “Oh HELL no!”

Though he objected, though he struggled and tried to get out of the hold, Tyler simply couldn't break free while this absolutely mental Ezreal player began to shake and pull down his underwear. “You can't be fucking serious!”

“But that's exactly what I am – and what I'll do to your ass.” Tyler's eyes widened in shock as he felt something wet drip down his exposed back, culminating just above his ass crack before trickling down into it – too thick for water, too thin for honey or something similar.

Still wondering, the strange sensation slowly began to make sense in his scrambled mind. “I-Is.. THAT'S LUBE, ISN'T IT?!” All the anger, all the frustration was gone from his voice, the only thing left were fear and pure horror as he felt the stranger's shaft grow wet and, simultaneously, prod his asshole.

“GET THE FUCK OFF ME, GET THE FUCK OFF!” Neither of them were sure whether Tyler was still screaming because he was confused or if he had continued to do so out of desperation – it certainly sounded like he was close to a mental breakdown, that much was certain.

“No, No, NO, NOO--” No matter how loudly he screamed, nor for how long or how often, the only thing that followed when the stranger pushed his cock inside Tyler's pucker was a meak, powerless “Ahh” as Tyler's shock became more and more visible on his face. His mouth resembled a mixture between a frown and a weep, his eyes teared up despite being torn wide open.

“One minute, Sayo.” Macaiyla set the countdown on her phone while sitting down on the staircase outside, listening with a gleeful grin as her boyfriend began to realize the horror that still awaited him – never in his life before had Tyler experienced a minute as long as this one.. nor as terrifying!