#faze adapt

JUST FRIENDS! | adapt

summary: adapt tries to flirt with you on stream but you don’t fall for the clips.

warnings: a little bit of second hand embarrassment. ‘baby’ is used. use of ‘y/n’. adapt teasing and flirting with reader. bolded italics means chat. ( not proofread!! )

it was the first oficial day at streamer university. so far everything was going great, it was later in the day so everyone was mainly walking around figuring out something to do, including you. that was until you saw alex.

“hey alex” you said as he approached you and your camerawomen with gilly.

“what’s up y/n” he went in for a side hug before doing the same with your camerawomen.

“i like the glasses, they suit you a lot actually”

“thank you baby” he said casually like it was something he always said when you were together.

BABY?!?!?

nah unc still got it😭😭

y/n HIGHKEY blushing

FINALLY OMG

this better than tyb

the sponsors not gonna like this one

a photo booth picture of them is getting leaked next

you felt your face get hot, not because it made you nervous but because it made you feel embarrassed.

“what y’all been up to though?” he asked.

“we were just walking around probably going to get food”

“let’s all go. we haven’t ate yet”

“we just walked out of the caf-“ gilly started but alex was quick to cut him off.

“so how has y’all’s day been?” he quickly changed the subject as you guys began to walk to the cafeteria.

“honestly good. i heard your class was actually pretty interesting”

“oh so you were talking about me?” he had that smirk on his face that he always had.

“no, lacy was talking about you”

the walk to the cafeteria continued in normal conversation. being with alex always felt so comfortable, things just flowed with him and that was something you loved about him.

“chats saying you guys are matching” your camerawomen said smiling behind the camera.

you eyed her because you knew what she was doing.

“oh shit we are” adapt stopped walking and eyed you up and down.

“same white shirt and black pants” gilly said “did you guys plan this?”

“nah i think this is like a sign from the universe or something”

“i think it was more of a coincidence” you kept walking focusing on your phone that was in your hand.

once you all arrived to the cafeteria you picked food that caught your eye the most and found somewhere to sit. that happened to be right next to adapt.

“could you pass me a ketchup packet?” adapt asked with a hotdog in hand.

“yea of course”

“thank you baby” he repeated again loud and clear for the chat.

you side eyed him being able to see the smile he was trying to hide but couldn’t and let out a laugh anyway.

“okay alex stop” you put your face in your hands.

“what? i didn’t do anything?”

“just finish your hotdog and don’t say anything else” you looked right at your camera “guys we’re just friends i promise” you emphasized the ‘friends’.

adapt looked at gilly while making a face out of the cringe he was feeling, knowing he had just embarrassed himself even if he was joking.

yea nvm he don’t got it like that anymore

friend zoned in the big ‘26

adapt just gotta turn off his stream after that one

ceo just got friend zoned😭😭

would’ve been a great time for an ad ngl😭

during the rest of your meal everything was fine. chat obviously didn’t see it that way as they commented on every little thing you guys did.

—

“aww look at the flowers” you stopped in front of a bush covered in beautiful flowers. “they’re so pretty”.

“not as pretty as you” he made another comment.

“okay that’s enough, i’ll see you tomorrow” you turned and walked away heading to your dorm.

“i swear all the ship edits you guys are making are making his ego go up” you said as you read the chat.

meanwhile adapt had stood there with his mouth open laughing at the same time with gilly. he couldn’t believe you just walked away without arguing with him.

“why did you say it like that?”gilly couldn’t stop laughing behind the camera.

“like what?!?” he looked at him “nah hol’ on flock i think she just got nervous” adapt looked down at his chat.

biggest fumble of 2026

bros NOT starting a family with her anymore😭

oh hell nah

yea i would’ve walked away too no shade

bros the ceo and still couldn’t bag that

32 and still getting rejected

“32 and still getting rejected” he read the last comment “ban that guy.”

❝ is this coming off in a cheesy way? ❞

paring: professor!adapt x fem!streamer!reader

request: by anonymous / “can you do something where adapt and reader meet at streamer u and they’re both really flirty with eachother the whole time and it’s just lots of tension”

content: sfw

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you knew the hype around streamer university. you were grateful to experience this college-like setting, even with cameras following everyone’s every move.

the first day was definitely a little overwhelming, so many extroverts in one place at the same time. nothing you couldn’t handle, just something to adapt to over the next five days.

which, speaking of adapt, you were already late to his class.

you thought grabbing a quick iced coffee from the cafeteria would be no biggie. unfortunately, everyone else thought the same.

after meeting and greeting way too many people, your quick drink run turned into an unexpected meet and greet, making you ten minutes late.

figuring you were already behind, you got adapt a coffee, too. maybe it would help him let your tardiness slide.

“chat, do you think he’ll think i’m bribing him, or more like a ‘sorry i was late’ coffee?” you ask your camera, glancing down at your phone to read the scrolling chat.

“he’s nice, he’ll let it slide” your camerawoman, gianna, says as the two of you walk toward his classroom.

“really? i’ve heard he’s nice, but i’ve never met him. which is crazy because growing up, my friends would always watch him play video games” you say, checking the schedule picture on your phone. “wait, is this it? i think it is”

“this is bringing me school flashbacks in the worse way possible” you say as knock on the door, your nerves spiking as the muffled sound of laughter and talking filters through.

the door opens to reveal the professor himself.

“hello, i’m sorry i’m late” you say immediately.

“no worries, i’m adapt. nice to meet you” he says, offering a quick side hug.

you introduce yourself and gianna. as you step inside, the packed room erupts into a few teasing ‘ouu’s from your friends. you shake your head with a smile, glancing down at your chat.

the coffeeeeee!!!

girl was so worried abt entering class she forgot abt the coffee

adapt is so fine

“oh my gosh, wait,” you say, making adapt turn around. “here, i brought you this”

“w rizz!”

a voice screams from the back row. unfortunately, you know exactly who it belongs to. lacy is sitting in his wheelchair near the back, wearing a sly smirk. you glare at him, which only makes him laugh harder.

yooooo w assist lacy

w comms

I SHIPPPP

“oh, wow. thank you, that’s so nice” adapt says, taking the cup.

“yes, of course” you reply, your face feeling noticeably warmer.

you scan the room for an empty seat, but there are none left. “there’s no more seats” you whisper to gianna.

“oh, i know there aren’t any chairs left,” adapt says, pulling out his own desk chair. “here”

“oh, thank you” you say, pulling it to the back and parking it next to lacy.

as you sit down, lacy waits for you to look at him. you try your hardest to ignore his eyes, but fail and laugh quietly. “what do you want, lacy?” you whisper since adapt has already resumed the lecture.

lacy has collabed with you a time or two, alongside other core members like silky, who sits nearby and casually dabs you up.

“nothing, nothing” lacy whispers, pretending to wipe his nose while holding back laughter.

“whatever” you roll your eyes, glancing back down at your phone.

i ship her and adaaaa

you have to stay after class for that extra credih

i would be a teacher’s pet for him so bad

you cover your mouth and look up at the camera. “you guys are actually insane”

“what is your chat saying?” lacy asks from beside you.

you turn your phone so he can see the screen. he reads it, then repeats, “extra credih” but unfortunately says it just a bit too loud.

“what’s going on back there?” adapt asks, half-jokingly.

you shake your head, “nothing” but lacy chimes in right over you, “she said she needs to stay after class for extra help”

you cover your face as the class erupts into teasing laughs.

she’s highkey hella blushing

she wants himmmmm

w comms from lacy

adapt just smiles. “yes, i’m here after class if you need help with anything”

the rest of the lecture rolls by smoothly with a few more jokes, and adapt turns out to be a genuinely great teacher.

finally, class wraps up and everyone starts packing their things. you hear your name called from the front, it’s adapt, sitting at his desk. you tell gianna to wait outside, knowing your chat is already losing its mind.

she rlly wants that extra credih

omg i ship so hard

he’s rlly matter daddy

you roll the borrowed chair back up to the desk. “thanks for the chair”

“thanks for the coffee” he replies, smiling.

“it’s no problem”

with the classroom now empty, it’s just the two of you. “so, i’m really glad i got to meet you today” he says softly.

“ah, me too. i can’t believe we never crossed paths over at the core house before”

“oh yeah, sometimes i get busy, but here we are now” he says, holding your gaze just long enough to make your heart skip a beat. “though i'm thinking we should make up for lost time. maybe i’ll see you around later?”

your breath catches for a second, your face heating up all over again. “oh, yeah” you say, offering a shy smile.

“cool” he says, leaning back slightly against his desk.

“see you around, professor adapt” you say, turning the chair around and heading toward the door.

you push it open and step out into the hallway, immediately spotting gianna waiting against the wall with her phone out, a knowing grin already plastered across her face.

as your chat explodes with the absolute loudest messages you’ve ever seen, you let out a long breath, shaking your head as you walk over to her.

they took a lil too long

adapt rlly is Y/NB

unc still got game

i understand tho, she’s a baddie

⟡

the next day, there definitely was a clip or two of your interaction with adapt.

you didn’t really pay too much attention to it, being used to getting shipped if you shared air with anyone.

during adapt’s class, your chat was exploding with the same thing from the day prior even though not much happened.

“you need help over there?” he asks, pointing directly at you and your confused expression.

you were surprised he even noticed you were confused since you didn’t say a word about being confused at all.

omg he noticed herrrr

lowk i would stay after class again

why is he deadass a good prof?

he’s so different w her

by day three, it had died down a bit. your chat was mostly telling you to collab with some of the other streamers like yonna.

yonna was a sweet girl who had captured the hearts of many through her amazing and funny personality.

eventually, hanging out with her led you to meet up with plaqueboymax, marlon, and lacy as you helped them push lacy in his wheelchair. you guys were simply exploring the grounds of streamer u.

you were messing around with the guys and your camerawoman until you hear lacy scream, “daddy, daddy!”

you look up to find the culprit, and it’s no other than adapt.

he was dressed in all black, and you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander, taking a subtle second to check him out.

he dabs the guys up and makes his way over to you, pulling you in for an easy side hug. your chat immediately screams what’s practically echoing in your own mind.

HE GAVE HER A HUG

he looks so fineee

w y/n and adapt

“me and y/n got something for you,” lacy says, earning a puzzled look from you since you definitely don’t recall getting him a single thing.

lacy reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny hot dog keychain. “look, it’s a hot dog”

“oh my god, let’s fucking go” adapt says, dabbing him up again before nodding his head toward you.

god, he looked too good with those glasses on.

“we got you a hot dog, that means you have to give her your hot dog now” lacy announces, and you seriously wished the earth would open up a massive hole and swallow you whole.

not only was the innuendo atrocious, but howling laughter erupted from practically all of your friends. you simply muttered, “oh my gosh” grabbed the handles of lacy’s wheelchair to push him far away.

YOOO w lacy

the sponsors are not liking this one

she HIGHKEY wants him

L lacy for doing my girl dirty like that

“wait, don’t go!” lacy protests as everyone starts to walk the same way you were, though they conveniently lag a little behind.

adapt breaks into a light jog to easily catch up to your pace.

“you good?” he asks, a hint of genuine amusement and concern in his voice.

you cover your burning face with a hand, feeling the heat creep straight up to your ears. “yes, it’s just lacy trying desperately to be the clip” you say with a flustered, soft laugh.

he chuckles softly, the deep sound doing entirely too many things to your nervous system. without you even noticing, your friends have completely stopped following you, staying back by the staircase.

adapt slows his stride to match yours, glancing sideways at you with a slow, knowing smirk playing on his lips. “but honestly, if you wanted my attention, you didn't have to resort to pocket sized hotdog”

your eyes widening slightly at the direct hit. “i didn't buy you the hot dog” you defend quickly, though your voice betrays you, laced with a nervous smile.

“mhm, sure” he teases, stepping just a little closer so his shoulder brushes lightly against yours. “though if we're handing out trades? what's a guy gotta do to get your attention next time?”

you try to come up with a witty comeback, but your brain completely shuts down. your chat is undoubtedly losing their minds right now since gianna is probably just zooming into yours and adapt’s convo and letting lacy take over your stream.

“wow, okay. real confident, aren’t you?” you manage to say, shaking your head while trying to keep your composure, though you most certainly aren’t.

adapt laughs, a sound that makes your stomach do a stupid little flip. you two come to a complete halt, trapping you in your own little corner away from the group.

“only for you” he says smoothly, dropping his voice lower so it feels entirely meant for you.

you cant even focus on the way he’s looking at you, let alone maintain his eye contact. so instead, you focus entirely on the way the afternoon sun hits the frames around the building.

“you’re terrible” you mutter, there’s no real bite behind it. your soft smile slipping onto your face.

“more like, persuasive” adapt counters effortlessly, slipping his hands into the pockets of his black pants.

he glances back at the staircase where plaqueboymax, marlon, and lacy and the camera crowd are huddled together, making exaggerated whispering gestures and terrible kissing faces at the two of you.

yea, that’s definitely getting clipped.

“well,” adapt says, turning to face you fully, blocking your view from your friends, just enough to keep you looking right where he wants you.

his gaze is intense, locking onto yours with a playful challenge lingering in his eyes. “class starts early tomorrow. think you can survive another round of my class or are you gonna need another coffee bribe to save you?”

you cross your arms over your chest, biting your lower lip as you look up at him. “you’ll see, professor”

“can’t wait” he murmurs with a slow, wicked grin, before finally stepping around you to rejoin the group, leaving you standing there with your heart hammering in your chest.

⟡

the internet was going crazy with yesterday’s interaction of you and adapt.

clip after clip, edit after edit.

at first, you couldn’t believe he could actually be into you. just because you didn’t know each other so well, but now, there’s a possibility that he might most definitely be into you.

day four went by quick, everyone trying to make the most out of the day. meeting everyone they hadn’t, challenges, videos, clipfarming.

unfortunately, everyone was busy. and by everyone you mean adapt, you had hardly seen him after his class. not like you had anything specific you wanted to say, but it was nice the way he was making you feel.

by the last day, everyone was packing and recording their last moments.

you had skipped your classes, very carefully not to be caught.

kai is coming after her

nah fanum is running rn

look behind you 🤣

you went to the cafeteria after all classes were done, and it was pretty packed.

you met so many new people and definitely some potential new collabs.

as you made your way through the crowd, kai cenat’s voice was heard calling your name.

you were slightly scared, thinking you got caught ditching, but he simply asked you about your experience at streamer u.

“it was so much fun! thank you so much for having us, this was definitely a ten out of ten experience. can’t wait to see what’s for next year” you say as he places his arm around you and you speak into both your and his camera.

“of course, thank you for coming and putting your best foot forward” he says, and he smiles, “now what would you think if we brought some celebrities to next year’s university?”

“oh my gosh, that would be crazy, for sure. like who though?” you ask.

“some friends, you know,” he says. “you are definitely invited too” he adds, and you can practically hear his teasing voice as he says, “if you’re going to be there, i gotta bring adapt back too, huh?”

you try to ignore his comments by smiling, but you fail and laugh a little, “no, yea, back to the celebrities though, by bringing your friends, you mean like tyla?” you tease him back, emphasizing on friends.

“alright, well it was nice having you, okay? have fun” he says as he leaves immediately, smiling and understanding the joke too.

as he walks away he says, “also you gotta stop by the police department, you were caught at the party”

you turn to your camera and put a peace sign up, “fries, bro”

after some mingling is done, gianna stays back with the camera as she talks to some of the other camera crew.

you felt suffocated in the cafeteria due to the many people and stepped outside for a second.

unfortunately for you, your peace didn’t last long because you saw adapt walking towards the cafeteria with gilly, his cameraman.

he calls out your name as the two of you walk towards each other.

“hellooo” you say as you give adapt a side hug and dap up his cameraman.

“where are you heading right now?” he asks.

“um, i don’t really know. i just needed some air, it’s pretty packed in there” you say, “maybe i’ll go to the police department, though”

“why?” he says as both of you stand in front of the camera.

“the party” you say.

“ahh, yea. also, i know you weren’t in class today. what was that about?” he says, teasing.

you smile and shrug your shoulders.

“all right, flock. guess we are going to the police department, let’s go” he says as the two of you walk together, just talking and laughing with the camera following you behind.

once you reach the police department, you hear music coming from the outside.

“kai really popping off with security” you say as you knock, not even knowing if they could hear you.

fanum opened the door, “aye” he says as he steps to the side to let the three of you in.

“we know why y’all in here, just go take your mugshot, kids” he says as he grabs the handcuffs and walks over to the wall with the fake booking process.

“wait,” adapt says as he grabs the handcuffs from fanum and puts one on your wrist and one on his.

he hands you the placard, lifting it up along with your right wrist and his left one.

you treat it as if it were a photoshoot. three pictures are snapped.

one where the two of you pretend to be sad, another one where you two are mad, and the third one was where he made a joke and you are laughing while he’s just looking at you with a soft smile.

after that, you two head back outside where everyone is at the courtyard.

you’re still with adapt and gilly when you find gianna again and pull out your phone to actually read the chat again.

NAH she left us this whole time for adapt

they gotta be dating

Y/NB

that’s not teacher behavior

you laugh at your chat, explaining where you had gone and showing them the pictures.

adapt was now a little to the side on his own stream, some of the core boys having come up to him.

THOSE ARE SO GF AND BF CODED

ask him if he’ll miss u

im manifesting them tg

he’s the one, girl

“you guys are always easy as fuck” you say, giggling. gianna laughs too, knowing she’s reading the chat right along with you.

ron and jason move from adapt’s stream to yours and you guys start to chat.

“let’s go around to ask questions” jason says as he exchanges looks with ron.

they walk over to adapt, tapping him on the shoulder. “are you going to miss your favorite student?” he says.

you smack jason’s shoulder as ron laughs loudly in the background.

“bro” you say, that familiar heat rushing right back to your cheeks.

“and who’s that supposed to be?” adapt answers, a slow grin spreading across his face because he already knew who they meant.

“ouu, you’re not the favorite” ron teases, pointing right at you.

you roll your eyes, trying to look unfazed, but your smile gives you away completely.

adapt looks past jason and ron straight at you, his eyes locking onto yours as he steps a little closer.

CHAT ARE WE SEEING THIS!?!

my boy is STARING

SJHES SO STRONG

wait she’s actually blushing help

“i don’t have favorites, obviously, ” adapt says smoothly, his gaze never leaving your face, “but i guess i can make an exception”

your jaw drops slightly, your face burning hot as your chat goes completely crazy, spamming in all caps.

“oh, my god, you’re insufferable” you laugh, covering your hot face with your hands for a second before peeking through your fingers at him.

adapt just chuckles, stepping even closer so he’s right in your camera frame, lowering his voice just enough to tease you. “you can stick around after stream to argue about it, then”

the chat loses its absolute mind and even ron and jason start hollering in the background, completely satisfied with the chaos they just caused.

⟡

streamer university was over. and althought you made some really sweet memories, you were glad to be at the comfort of your own bed.

while reposting some videos on tiktok from your phone, you got a notification that made your heart drop a little.

thefazeadapt tagged you in a post.

you tap it instantly, scrolling through the photo dump. few selfies and pics where he somehow looks impossibly good, some group shots with the guys, and then you swipe to the very last slide.

it’s the photo of the two of you at the police department. the one where you’re laughing after his joke while he just looks at you, smiling.

the caption said, “if anyone knows anything about something (or abt her) lmk after class🫡”

your heart stutters for a second, that familiar, annoying pull in your chest snapping right back into place.

you bite your lip, thumb hovering over the comment section to type out a reply, when your phone buzzes against the mattress.

a text from an unsaved number flashes across the top of your screen, though you already know exactly who it belongs to.

EXTRA CREDIT, PROFESSOR ADAPT

professor!adapt (alex) x f!streamer reader, word count: 2.0k

summary: during streamer university, reader starts noticing that professor adapt treats her a little differently than everyone else…

notes: I hope this fulfills your request anon, enjoy! marlon, ronaldo, yonna & crystal cameo, set during SU, chat is heavily involved, lots of dialogue, slow burn, mutual attraction, fluff, tension & playful flirting wink wink…

streamer university was only five days long.

five days of creators stepping into a fake college experience filled with classes and competitions, all while thousands of people watched every moment live.

and out of all the professors brought in for the week, everyone expected adapt to be the one who made the most noise.

because professor adapt wasn’t exactly what people pictured when they heard the word “professor.” he wasn’t boring. he wasn’t overly serious. he was the type of professor who would tease you for getting an answer wrong but still make sure you understood the lesson by the end.

he joked with everyone. he teased everyone. he treated every streamer the same. except, somehow, he treated you just a little differently.

it wasn’t obvious at first. not enough that anyone could call him out.

just small things.

like how he always seemed to notice when you were confused before you even raised your hand.

“you good?” he’d ask from the front of the room.

you’d look up, surprised.

“yeah, i’m just trying to figure out this part.”

and instead of moving on, he’d walk over and explain it.

“okay, look. don’t overthink it.”

you’d laugh. “i wasn’t.”

“you were.”

the class would laugh, but everyone noticed the smile he tried to hide.

especially your chat.

“why did he immediately notice her 😭”

“professor adapt has favorites”

“THE WAY HE TALKS TO HER IS DIFFERENT”

“ouuuu shiiii”

you tried ignoring them. “guys, he’s literally just doing his job.”

“no because he does his job with everyone else but he does EXTRA with you”

to be fair, they had a point…

on day one, when everyone was getting settled, adapt handed out the schedule for the week. everyone got the same information. except when you mentioned you had a stream planned after class, he reminded you about the time.

“don’t forget you’re supposed to take a break before then.”

you looked at him. “are you telling me to rest?”

“i’m telling you that you’ve been staring at a screen for six hours.”

you smiled. “are you worried about me, professor?”

the second you said it, everyone around you reacted. a few people laughed.

adapt raised his eyebrows. “careful.”

“with what?”

“making me sound nicer than I am.” adapt said.

the room laughed, but chat? destroyed.

“THE FLIRTING???”

“careful” HELPPP”

“HE KNOWS WHAT HE’S DOING”

by day two, it became a joke.

everyone started noticing how often adapt ended up helping you.

if you had a question, he answered. if you got nervous before a stream segment, he was somehow the first person to tell you that you’d be fine.

“you’re overthinking again.”

you looked up at him. “you’re starting to know me a little too well.”

he held your gaze for a beat. “maybe.”

“…that’s a bit concerning.”

“only if you’re planning on giving me a reason to forget.”

you blinked at him before laughing.

“professor adapt…”

“im kidding.” he smiled. “mostly”

then, more quietly, “you’re good at this. trust yourself.”

and that was the problem.

because adapt was supposed to be the professor.

the person everyone looked up to during streamer university.

but with you, he forgot to act like he didn’t care.

by day three, the other streamers started teasing him.

in the cafeteria, marlon caught adapt looking in your direction and immediately started wiggling his eyebrows.

“what?” adapt asked.

“you know everyone thinks she’s your favorite, right?”

adapt laughed. “she’s not.”

marlon’s eyebrows only wiggled harder. “then why do you remember everything she says?”

“i remember everyone’s stuff.” adapt stated.

ronaldo looked up from his phone. “no, you don’t dude.”

adapt opened his mouth to argue, then stopped.

because he did remember. your favorite drink. the fact that you hated being put on the spot. the fact that you always tapped your fingers when you were nervous.

things a “professor” probably shouldn’t notice.

but he did, and apparently, he wasn’t as subtle as he thought. every time you spoke, his attention drifted toward you without meaning to. every time you looked uncertain, he was already answering before anyone else could.

your chat caught on first.

then everyone else did.

day four came and went in a blur. between challenges, filming, and everyone refusing to let the “favorite student” jokes die, there was a barely a moment to think.

which was why day five came faster than anyone expected.

everyone was filming their final tik toks, squeezing in one last challenge, exchanging numbers. promising to stay in touch. the university had been so loud all week suddenly carried that bittersweet feeling of something coming to an end.

you were live one last time, wandering around with your camera and giving your chat a final tour.

“it’s crazy that this is already over,” you said, panning across the room.

your chat, unsurprisingly, had other priorities.

“ASK ADAPT IF HE’LL MISS YOU”

“DO IT”

“WE NEED TO KNOWW”

you laughed, shaking your head.

“im not asking him that.”

“asking me what?” adapt said.

your stomach dropped. you turned around to see adapt standing a few feet away, an amused smile already spreading across his face.

“nothing.” you said a little too quickly.

he folded his arms. “…that sounded suspicious”

your chat immediately exploded.

“ASK HIM”

“ASK HIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMNSSHSJ”

you looked between the camera and adapt before sighing. “fine.”

you rubbed the back of your neck, suddenly finding the floor incredibly interesting.

“my chat wants to know if you’re going to miss me.”

for the first time all week, adapt didn’t answer right away.

he looked at your chat, then back at you. his smile softened.

“yeah”

your eyebrows lifted.

“of course i will.”

it was quiet. a little tooo quiet. because he wasn’t looking at the camera anymore. he was looking at you. your chat absolutely lost it.

“HE SAID YES 😭🙏”

“I KNEW IT”

“SOMEONE PLZ CLIP OMG”

“I SHIP I SHIP”

heat rushed off your face as you laughed the comment off, quickly changing the subject before your chat could make it any worse.

a little while later, the stream ended.

everyone exchanged hugs, including your friends like yonna and crystal, took one last group photo, and slowly headed home.

you figured that was it. five days, a few unforgettable memories, a handful of viral clips, new connections, potential collaborations and enough teasing to last a lifetime.

until your phone buzzed later that night.

@ADAPT:

hey

i know streamer university’s over but

i really liked getting to know you this week, would you like to grab lunch sometime?

not as professor adapt, but as alex btw.

you stared at the screen for a long moment before a smile slowly spread across your face.

for once, your chat wasn’t there to react.

no comments.

no teasing.

no one spamming that they saw it coming.

just you.

and a message from the one person you’d been trying not to think about all week.

maybe everyone had been right, maybe adapt hadn’t been giving you special treatment.

maybe, alex had simply been waiting until he wasn’t your professor anymore.

“You got a filthy mouth on you” // Adapt ୨ৎ

one shot

streamer x youtuber

!18+

warnings: smut!, dirty talking on both sides, kissing, daddy talk (nickname), kissing on body, cl!t play, handjob on female, finger in mouth, male dominanting, edging, p in v unprotected, finishing inside.

You’re a YouTuber. On YouTube you mostly do vlogs, routines and sometimes videogames. When you do those video games you do it with your boyfriend, Alex better known as Adapt on the internet.

Alex and you’ve been dating since a few years when you met each other on an Youtube event. You just started vlogging and blew up, you knew some of the streamers. Thats how you got to know each other. Without even noticing you both ended up in the same friendgroup. It turned out into a relationship.

The internet loved you both. He appeared on your vlogs and you appeared on his streams. The perfect couple.

—

At this day you were vlogging around, just a day in the life. You went to the mall to grab some things that were needed. Tonight you’d go to the CORE house. Alex was the ceo of the content group and lived there with his friends.

You made your way to the house and walked in since the door was unlocked. “Mom is back!” You announced. The boys would call you mom since they called Alex daddy, because he was the oldest. Plus you took care of them if they needed help.

Ron, Lacy and Alex were in the living room, lounging on the couch as you walked in, they laughed at your entry. “Heyy mommm” Ron said with a chuckle.

Lacy waved as he was too busy eating (of course). Alex looked at you, damn you looked hot in those shorts.

“Heyy guyss.” you replied and sat next to Alex. You did notice his look, he was looking like that. “Baby?” you said softly and pecked his lips.

“Love.” He held you back in the kiss, not letting you break it. Alex was in a mood, that mood.

“Ay don’t fuck on our couch!” Lacy joked. Ron laughed.

You pulled away. “Damn what’s gotten into you hm?” You teased Alex and ruffled your hand in his hair.

“Better to ask what i want to put in you.” He replied with no shame.

You gasped, shook at his dirtiness.

Both guys were amazed by their friend. Saying it like that? Brave.

“Yeah Lacy, let’s go before we get traumatised.” Ron said standing up leaving. Lacy followed him and added. “Still don’t fuck on our couch!”

Alex laughed at them and yelled “I’ll leave a rubber souvenir behind”

“Alex! You got a filthy mouth on you today!” You softly slapped his arm as he was behaving naughty.

“Ow Babe. Sorry that i appreciate my girl that looks fucking beautiful, as always” He grinned as he tapped your butt, drunk at the sight of you. No nonchalant bone in that body of his

“Talking about my face or my bum?” You questioned him jokingly.

“Both.” He mumbled and kissed your neck, collarbone, moving down..

You bit your bottom lip, it felt so good. But no! Not on the couch where anybody could walk in.

“Alex..not here.” You mumbled back even though his lips felt so amazing and tugged at his hair softly.

Alex looked up at you, the guy had every possible feeling in his expression.

“Mmh then in my room.” He told you, without hesitation he lifted you up into his arms, carrying you in bridal style.

He carried you upstairs to his room, laying you on his bed carefully. Diving in to kiss you.

“Alex.” you stopped him, although you wanted him so badly.

“Yes baby?” He asked backing off, if you didn’t want to it was okay with him.

“I want to kiss you all night, trust me all night. But i need to finish my vlog, i got to sent it to my editor.” You explained to him and pecked a kiss as you sat up.

“My hardworking girl hm?” He said softly with a grin. The passion you had in your job was so cute.

You smiled at him. “You should take notes on that” teasing him since he streamed whenever he wanted too.

“The shade at mee” He cried out jokingly, laying back on his bed.

You giggled as he quickly leaned up to kiss you and he wasn’t scared of a little touch..

—

Now you were talking to your camera in his bathroom. Doing your night time routine, makeup removing, skincare and hair care. You had your stuff here too anyway.

Alex was waiting in his room, this took so damn long. He stood up and walked towards his bathroom.

“This moisturiser is my holy grail-“ You showed the camera the moisturiser before getting stopped by Alex walking into the bathroom.

“Go on, im just watching my girl” he explained why he was here and sat on the side of the bathtub behind you.

“Alex joined in too, because im probably taking too long.” You told the camera and chuckled as you applied the moisturiser

He just watched you do your thing, entertained by simple things you did.

—

After you finished your little routine and sent your editor the footage, you went to join him in his bed, he was scrolling on his phone.

“There’s my dessert.” He smirked and put his phone away

After all his filthy flirting, you decided to just do it too, why not? he wrapped his arm around you pulling you close.

“Rude, i gotta let you eat dessert without me getting hydrated?” You said ‘offended’

Oh he loved that comment, you giving the same energy.

“Can’t leave my girl thirsty can i? Those beautiful lips .” He said and went in to kiss you

“Which lips?” you asked sooo innocently.

“Both are beautiful can kiss both.” He grinned as he pulled you on his lap kissing you everywhere he could reach.

From your lips to your jaw, neck, collarbone before reaching to your cleavage. He looked up at you with those eyes ‘Can i?’

You looked down at him he was so good with his lips, those brown eyes you could never resist. Nodding at his question he reached to kiss your cleavage, you threw your head back for him to have more access

“I could kiss you all day and night.” He breathed out as he went to leave love bites up towards your collarbone again.

“Fuck me all day and night instead” You muttered out what more sounded like a moan as you had your head thrown back.

“No need to ask me twice.” before you could respond to him he unbuttoned your shirt open. You were so prepared for this so you wore his favourite bra of yours. A lace black bra that complimented your features perfectly.

“Fuck.” He cursed at the sight. His pants tightening even more if that was even possible, you gave that effect to him.

“Whaaat?” you smirked, knowing he loved that bra.

“You’re actually going to leave me breathless one day” He looked up at you as he said it, seeing your smirk? Such a tease his girl.

Alex took his shirt off, it was getting so hot even though it was a chilly night. You watched him, fuck he was so fine..

He kissed you again after he threw his shirt to god knows where, already undressing you and himself in the process.

Alex broke the kiss as his hands were at your underwear “Lift your hips for me love” he told you with a groggy voice.

Lifting your hips for him he took your underwear off. Without doing anything he took his own off too. He kissed you again.

You felt his hardend shaft rubbing against your core, he did it on purpose fucking tease he was. And on top of that his hand traveled to the most sensitive place of all your body, the clit. He rubbed his thumb in circles making you moan.

“Shh..” he whispered applying more pressure and entering his two fingers into his favourite hole, making you roll your eyes back in pleasure.

“Can’t let the guys hear you hm?” he added as he travelled his other hand to your mouth and parted your lips with his thumb and pointer finger and put his pointer finger in your mouth.

Biting and sucking his finger trying to hold back loud sounds coming out of your mouth. He was fucking hard at the sight of you.

One thing he did was edging you bad, whenever you’d almost come and started to clench he slowed down.

“Fuck you.” You moaned out frustrated.

Alex chuckled deeply at the frustrated look on your face “Can do that.”

You opened your eyes after almost having that sweet release. He was already positioning himself. Before he pushed in he quickly checked in with you, he always wanted you to be comfortable. “You alright love?” He asked holding eye contact.

“Alex if you don’t do something in the next five seconds I’ll literally grab my viberator.” You quite literally threatened the poor guy, you were so frustrated.

“You ain’t using that fucker while i am here.” He said and pushed in, fully. Making you remind what you had.

Something between a moan or a cry came out of your mouth, maybe both? Alex shut you up with a kiss as he himself groaned at the wetness and tightness.

When he knew you adjusted to his size, he started moving, the bed creaking under you two, skin to skin slapping, sounds out of both mouths, kissing sounds.

You had your one hand in his hair the other was scratching his back. His hands were all over the place.

While kissing and moving you felt that pit in your lower stomach, you were so close.

“Alex, im close” you managed to breath out against his lips.

“Fuck, me too love, come with me” He groaned as he started to move even faster, the kissing got more messy.

The edge was reached, you felt like you were in the clouds. Shutting your eyes at your sweet release, moaning his name, scratching his back with the nails that had his initial on it.

At the feelings of your release, you clenched what made him reach his high. He grunted as he came, his warm fluid followed. He collapsed on top of you, heavy breathing as he calmed down.

You both laid there in eachother’s arms calming down at the fun activity but oh so tiring activity.

————————————————————————

Summary: while you are way for the first World Cup game with arky! Some “rumors“ start to spread about adapt!

Parring: FaZeAdapt x twitch!streamer!reader

Note: sorry not sorry for the cliffhanger,🤭 I know I said last chapter it would be the last but this one deadass just came to me, I haven’t posted anything for the faze guys so hopefully this makes up for it!! but hope yall like this chapter!! Sorry for any mistakes!

please imagine yourself or whoever you want in these pictures! A comment/reblog is always appreciated!

❀⋆. Mini series

Part six. ❀⋆.

Part one, part two part three part four part five bonus chapter

@ y/nluvs:3 🎵IshowSpeed. Champions (WC26)

Caption: let’s play football!! ⚽️

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reader = pink

alex = red

gilbert = orange

adapt x reader - kept on tape / smut

warnings: smut, filming during sex, praise kink, soft dom!alex, possessive language, pet names, & almost getting caught.

—

adapts guest house was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioning and the faint freeway noise outside. alex had been hinting at it for weeks, always bringing it up in that soft, careful way he did when he really wanted something.

“i want to film us,” he said one night, lying next to you in bed, fingers tracing slow circles on your bare hip. “just for us. no one else ever sees it. i just… i want to be able to watch you later. watch how pretty you look when you’re taking me. the faces you make when you cum. i want to keep that.”

you were nervous, but the way he asked, gentle, honest, eyes dark with want. which made it hard to say no.

“only if it stays between us,” you whispered. “promise?”

“i promise,” he said, kissing you slow and deep. “i already bought another camera. it’ll be safe.”

that was how you ended up in his bed with the camera set up on the dresser, red light blinking steadily.

alex was on top of you, moving slow and deep, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other gripped your thigh.

“look at the camera, baby,” he murmured, voice rough as he thrust into you. “let it see how good you look when i’m inside you.”

you tried to turn your face away at first, shy, but he gently turned your chin back.

“don’t hide,” he whispered, kissing you softly even as his hips kept rolling. “i want to watch this later and remember exactly how you sound when you cum for me.”

you moaned into his mouth, legs wrapping tighter around him as he fucked you deeper, the camera catching every gasp, every whimper, every time your back arched off the bed.

he made sure to talk you through it the whole time, low and intimate.

“that’s it… so fucking pretty. taking my cock so well. you feel so good, baby. so tight and warm.”

he kissed down your neck, then back up to your lips, still thrusting deep and steady.

“look at you,” he breathed against your mouth. “so wet for me. you love this, don’t you? love knowing the camera’s watching while i fuck you.”

you whimpered, nodding, nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure built fast.

“alex—i’m close—”

“good girl,” he groaned, picking up the pace just a little, hips snapping harder. “cum for me. let the camera see how pretty you look when you cum on my dick.”

you came hard, crying out his name, back arching as your walls clenched tight around him. alex followed right after, burying himself deep with a low, broken groan, spilling inside you while the camera kept recording every second.

after, he turned it off, kissed you slow and sweet, and held you close.

“you were perfect,” he whispered against your lips.

—

the next day alex was getting ready to stream.

gilbert walked in and started setting up like usual. he reached for the small camera on the shelf, the one that looked exactly like the streaming camera. he picked it up, already adjusting the angle.

alex’s eyes widened the second he saw which one gilbert had grabbed.

“not that one,” he said quickly, voice sharper than normal.

gilbert paused, confused, holding the camera in his hands.

“why? this is the one we always use.”

alex stepped forward and gently took the camera from gilbert’s hands, setting it back on the shelf. he reached for the correct streaming camera instead and handed it over.

“uh no… use this one,” he said, trying to sound casual but failing. his ears were turning red.

gilbert stared at him for a second, then at the other camera still sitting on the shelf. he opened his mouth like he was about to ask why there were two identical cameras, then closed it again.

he didn’t even want to know.

“whatever you say, dude,” gilbert muttered, shaking his head with a breathy laugh as he started setting up the right camera. “i’m not asking questions.”

alex rubbed the back of his neck, clearly relieved.

“good. thanks.”

gilbert just sighed and kept working, pretending he hadn’t seen anything.

some things were better left unknown.

—

short but good

hopefully… 😅

summary: the boys react to you getting accepted into streamer university

not my photo

cw: fem!reader for sake of plot, she is a hugger, everyone is platonic, this should’ve been out a week ago, 2.13k words

-

as the only female member of core, you've felt yourself be looked over a lot. you joined a little later which meant that not only your og fans had to get used to the switch but the other core communities had to get used to your dynamic with the group.

in spite of this, you still attended the in-person auditions with ron, lacy, jason, and marlon. it was your first time ever meeting kai in person and although you were nervous, you still let your most authentic self show, making kai laugh naturally and conveying your consistency as a streamer.

although you knew the in-person auditions were mostly for content, you were still quite relieved that instead of straight up denying you for the clip, he presented you with a stay in touch stamp.

and now here you were. sitting patiently with your chat watching as kai himself reveals all of the names that were selected to participate in the event.

chat00 you're gonna get in don't worry

chat00 all of core is getting in trust

chat00 wwww y/n

"thank you for the kind words chat, i really appreciate it," you say with a smile, reading through the comments. he starts with professors and you smile and clap in surprise as adapt is revealed on the board.

“oh my gosh adapt is gonna be a teacher love that,” you say continuing to clap.

then comes silky, who you kinda guessed based off the song chosen before his name was revealed. you laughed as you watched silky start to get up and dance and got up to join him in the moment as his name was finally shown.

running downstairs you’re met with the sounds of everyone congratulating silky. you step in to the frame to clap for him but stay mostly out of the way so you don’t get pushed over by the other boys who jump on him.

once everyone moves out of the way, you give silky simple hug that he returns with a smile before making your way back upstairs to listen for the next name to be revealed.

you sit back at your desktop, continuing to smile as you listen to kai list off the facts about silky.

chat00 2/7 you got this

chat00 no way you're not accepted

chat00 w silky

"y'all are right, we got this!" you reply to the chat's comments you say clapping excitedly while continuing to watch. only your hype level dims a little as kai goes a full row without revealing any other core members. you still continue to clap for every person accepted and cheer for those that you specifically recognize.

"let's see who's next," you mumble watching as kai pulls off the red slip of paper. your eyes widen as you recognize the name 'marlon'.

"oh my gosh, marlon!" you yell as you abandon your setup to run down the hall to where the mentioned man is reacting with lacy.

“yayy,” you squeal running in to join the celebration. once again, you wait for everyone to stop jumping before squeezing in to give him a quick hug. you turn around to make your way back to your desktop.

“three down, four to go,” you say with a small exhale as you sit back in your chair.

more reveals pass before you hear kai say, “next! i need everybody to sing with me,”

your eyes widen and you sit up, glancing at your chat. “ooh who could it be?” you ask aloud, scanning the comments.

chat00 ron ron ron

chat00 payphone?

“oh what if it is ron,” you watch as kai switches his outside mic to his headset and your suspicions are confirmed when he in fact does start to play and sing along to payphone, revealing ron’s name under the yellow paper.

“yayyy ron!” you jump again to run down the hallway to congratulate your group member. the rest of the boys are embracing him aggressively, causing you to laugh aloud as you stand in the back clapping. you patiently wait your turn to give your signature hug to ron, who accepts it with a smile.

making your way back to your setup you chuckle as you can hear ron facetiming kai about his acceptance. you pull your chair back to your setup, sighing as you feel the nerves build even higher.

chat00 you’re next for sure

chat00 w core 4/7

“dang guys i kinda wish i had a theme song too, silky and ron got cool reveals,” you say, responding to a few messages on your phone before focusing in back on the stream.

you hear a knock on the door behind you and turn to yell 'come in'. you are met with the sight of adapt who walks in with a smile.

"oh hey adapt! congratulations, i'm so excited for you," you say, clapping as you announce him to the chat. you fix your camera to zoom out a little so that the viewers can see him.

"thank you," he replies coming to stand next to your chair. he greets the chat and watches as it moves faster to greet him.

"you gotta make sure to come to class though," he says playfully turning to watch your facial expression.

you laugh, shrugging your shoulders, "i don't even know if i'm on the roster," you respond with a semi-nervous smile as you meet his eyes.

he shakes his head with a quiet chuckle, "you're getting in don't even worry,"

"i appreciate your encouragement," you say with a small smile.

"of course, do you need anything?" he asks getting ready to walk out the door.

“i’m okay! my water bottle is still full,” you reply, waving him off.

“okay i’ll see you later. bye chat,” he finishes with a wave before walking out of your room and shutting the door.

“so sweet,” you say, fixing the camera to be in its original angle.

you fiddle with your fingers as you watch more names get revealed. your heart warms watching all of the reactions of the people responding to their acceptances.

chat00 dont be nervous

chat00 you’re gonna make it

chat00 we love you y/n

“i’m not nervous chat im just waiting patiently,” you say with a chuckle as you read the comments.

chat00 yes you are we can tell

chat00 you always mess with your fingers when you get nervous

you look down at your fingers which you are indeed fiddling with, separating them dramatically. you roll your eyes playfully.

“you guys act like you know me,” you said playfully, but still held up your hands in a heart shape towards the camera.

“okay let’s see who’s left,” you announced, going quiet once again to continue watching the board.

“open jason’s stream?” you read one of the comments before doing so. you see ron and jason sitting side by side also watching the picks live.

“i feel this one, it’s gonna be you,” ron says to jason, hovering over his shoulder. you all watch as kai pulls the paper to reveal someone who is not jason, making him push ron out of the way. you chuckle at his reaction, picking up your drink to take a sip.

setting your drink back down you speak, “it’s okay jason we’ll get in.”

you continue to watch the reveal through iason’s stream, getting ready for kai to pull the next paper before he suddenly turns toward the desktop to pick out a mystery song. the familiar tune of kung fu fighting turns on causing both you and jason to focus in on who will be called.

kai rips off the red paper and reveals the selected pick is in fact ‘jasontheween’.

“jasonnn,” you yell, immediately jumping up to run to his room.

“woooo!” you shout clapping your hands when your eyes meet jason who is happily jumping in front of his monitor.

you run up to hug him softly before quickly moving out of the way for ron who aggressively holds on to his back.

you laugh at the scene, standing next to silky who is watching as well. he turns to you smiling, “you know you’re next right?”

you shrug wordlessly at his words, giving him a little side hug before beginning to make an exit back to your room.

“wait let’s go to lacy’s room so we can all be together when you or him get picked,” you hear silky say over your shoulder causing you to turn back around.

“aww that should a fun, let me go grab my phone and switch my ingest,” you walk back to your desktop, quickly straightening up and switching to lacy’s stream. you grab your confetti popper and read a couple comments before you go.

chat00 it’s almost time

chat00 get hype y/n will be accepted into su

chat00 wwwww core

“alright chat we are going to lacy’s room,”

you walk down the hall, humming as you finally make your way to his door and spot everyone crowded around his monitor. ron spots you and pulls a chair for you to sit in between him and lacy. you thank him and get comfy, placing your confetti popper underneath the desk.

together, your group watches and cheers for the many people who are continuously revealed on the list of students. you finally make it down a full row before kai pulls a yellow paper, showing lacy’s name under it.

the five of you immediately crowd lacy, cheering him on as his name is revealed. you smile brightly as you give him a little hug and clap. ron softly pushes you backwards and put his arm in front of you to grab lacy’s head and hit it in the desk. your eyes widen at his actions and you push his arm away.

chat00 LMAOO

chat00 we did it

chat00 ready for y/n

“let’s switch to y/n’s room now,” ron says standing up next to you.

“i don’t know guys it looks like he already accepted a lot of girl streamers,” you say fidgeting with your hands.

silky makes a face at you, pulling your hand to help you stand up. “y/n now you know…”

“let’s go!” lacy says, using his wheelchair to lead the charge. jason grabs the confetti popper under the table and you all make your way towards your room.

you switch the ingest back to your desktop camera and take a seat in your chair, opening kai’s stream back up.

“drop a 1 if you’re ready for y/n to be accepted,” ron speaks, you all watch the chat spam at his request and it causes you to smile. you throw up a finger heart and continue to watch the stream.

you listen and react to about ten more names before kai suddenly pauses when peaking at the next name behind the yellow piece of paper. you feel yourself sit up as he types at his computer, assuming that he is picking a song.

you hear the opening of ‘cinderella’ by mac miller start to play through his speakers and sink a little further down because you don’t really know how that song will be associated with you but still try to have hope. the guys crowd around your chair as they are also waiting for kai’s next move.

kai skips to the build up of the song and waits until the lyric, ‘i’ve been waiting all night for this moment,’ pulling the yellow rectangle and yelling your name.

“y/nnnnn!” the boys instead start to cheer around you surrounding you in a group hug. jason pops the confetti to fall down on top and you feel your face start to hurt from from how hard you are smiling. you keep your eye on the monitor watching as kai switches to watch your reaction and you wave at the camera.

“thank you so much! we did it!” your excitement is unable to be contained as you jump up continuing to be happy for the events to come. your group all stands and jumps in a circle excitedly as you now have all been confirmed to be attending streamer university.

chat00 7/7 we did ittt

chat00 this about to be a movie

you all finally take a break from jumping and you sit to catch your breath from all the adrenaline that raced through your body.

“guys i almost thought i got hyped for nothing,” you say fanning your face.

“no we all knew it was you, the intuition came through,”

“group hug!” marlon shouts racing towards you. the boys all crowd around where you sit and squeeze you playfully before letting go.

“aye, im not gonna lie, i am not going to adapt’s class,” ron jokes, causing you to burst out laughing.

-

summary: you and adapt have been using eachother for a quick fuck for months. one night at a party his jealousy takes over after seeing another man do what he does best.

warnings: sneaky link, kissing, FILTHY smut, jealousy, overstimulation, creampie, no after care, and no feelings.

white bold italics: adapts text messages

purple bold italics: your text messages

the arrangement was simple, brutal, and perfect. no names on the calendar. no soft good mornings. no “how was your day.” just a single blue tick on a message that always meant the same thing.

i need you. now.

you and Adapt had been each other’s emergency exit for months. whenever the itch hit, mid-stream, post-dinner, three in the morning after a party—one of you would text, and the other would drop everything. no questions. no feelings. just heat and silence and the kind of fucking that left bruises and nothing else.

it started becoming and everyday thing during the second faze subathon. you were half-asleep on your couch when the need crawled up your spine like a fever. you didn’t think. you just typed.

come over.

three minutes later his chat exploded with confusion as the camera tilted, adapt muttering something about “emergency sponsorship” and “be right back.” twenty-two minutes after that he was at your door, still wearing the same black hoodie he’d been streaming in, eyes dark and focused only on you.

he didn’t speak. he never did when it was like this. he just pushed you against the wall, yanked your shorts down, and shoved two fingers into you like he already knew you’d be wet. you were. always were for him. he fucked you hard and fast against that wall, hand clamped over your mouth so the neighbors wouldn’t hear, then pulled out and came on your stomach with a low, frustrated sound.

two minutes of cleanup. a kiss that wasn’t a kiss, just teeth on your lower lip. then he was gone, back on stream like nothing had happened, claiming the “sponsor” took longer than expected.

the pattern repeated.

during the subathon he left three separate times for you. first was mid-afternoon. you texted him a photo of your hand between your legs, thighs shiny, caption simple: hurry. he ended the current cod game, switched ingests, and twenty minutes later had you bent over your kitchen counter, pants around his ankles, fucking you in short, punishing strokes while his phone buzzed nonstop with texts he ignored. he came inside you that time. it was risky and messy. but he still made it back before the next scheduled segment.

the second time was deeper into the night. you were restless, already touching yourself when you sent:

i need your mouth.

he left mid-rant about the nightshift, stream still rolling until he mumbled something about having to shower.

at your place he dropped to his knees the second the door shut, shoved your legs open on the couch, and ate you out like he was starving. no teasing, just tongue and suction and two fingers curling until your thighs shook around his head.

He didn’t even take his own pants off.

just wiped his mouth, adjusted himself, and left while you were still trying to catch your breath.

the third time was almost dawn. you’d been watching his stream on mute, half-drunk on the chaos of it, when the need hit again. but as you grabbed your phone you saw he had already texted.

i need to relieve my stress.

you smirked before typing back.

so do it in me.

he laughed on camera at something a mod said, then picked his phone up, typed something quick, and vanished.

when he showed up he was quieter than usual, almost angry about how long the subathon had been dragging. he fucked you face-down on your bed that time, one hand in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks.

he came with a soft curse against the back of your neck, stayed inside you for a few extra seconds like he was thinking about something, then pulled out and left without looking at you.

after he finished inside you and walked out without a word, the stream went back up within twenty minutes.

you watched the rest of it on mute for a while, then turned it off and tried to sleep. it didn’t work. your body was still humming, skin too warm, the sheets smelling faintly like him.

you hated to admit you liked watching his streams. just so you could see a different side of him.

at 3:07 a.m. your phone lit up on the nightstand.

you up?

you stared at the screen for a few seconds before answering.

yeah

there was a pause before it lit up again.

can i come over

miss me already?

i don’t wanna fuck. just

you watched another text come through.

company

you should have said no. the whole point of this was that it stayed clean, text, fuck, leave. no lingering. no 3 a.m. requests for company. but your thumbs moved before your brain caught up.

door’s unlocked

twenty minutes later you heard the soft click of it opening and closing. then footsteps down the short hallway. he appeared in your bedroom doorway still wearing the same white beater and sweatpants from stream, hair a mess, eyes tired in a way the camera never quite caught.

he didn’t say anything at first. just stood there looking at you sitting up against the headboard in an oversized t-shirt.

“you look like shit,” you said quietly.

a corner of his mouth twitched. “feel like it too.”

he kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed without asking. you scooted over to make room.

for a second it was awkward, two people who only ever touched when they were already halfway to getting each other off now trying to figure out where to put their limbs.

then he just…settled. back against the pillows, legs stretched out, and after a beat he opened one arm in a silent question.

you hesitated, then moved into the space. his arm came around your shoulders, heavy and warm.

you ended up with your head against his chest, the steady thump of his heartbeat under your ear. he smelled like expensive cologne and the faint metallic edge of too many hours awake.

“movie?” you asked.

“whatever.”

you put something on, some random romance thing neither of you actually cared about. the volume stayed low while his fingers traced absent patterns on your upper arm while the screen flickered.

for a long time neither of you spoke. the only sounds were the dialogue and the occasional distant car outside.

eventually his voice came, rough from disuse.

“i’m so fucking tired.”

you didn’t move. “subathons almost over.”

“yeah. two more days. feels like two more years.” he exhaled, the breath ruffling your hair. “chats been good. numbers are good. everything’s good. i just…can’t remember the last time i slept more than three hours.”

you stayed quiet, letting him talk.

“i keep thinking if i just push through it’ll be fine. but every time i sit down at the desk it feels heavier. like the chair’s trying to swallow me.” a short, humorless laugh. “sounds dramatic as hell.”

“a little.”

“shut up.” there was no heat in it. his hand kept moving on your arm, slow and almost careful. “i didn’t feel like going home to an empty place and staring at the ceiling. figured if i was gonna sit somewhere and not sleep, might as well not do it alone.”

you didn’t answer that.

the movie kept playing. at some point his breathing evened out. you felt the exact moment he drifted off, muscles relaxing, the arm around you going heavier. you stayed still, watching the light from the screen shift across the ceiling, hyper-aware of every place your bodies touched.

but you fell asleep sometime after that.

when you woke the room was washed in early morning gray. the tv had gone to sleep mode. the space beside you was empty and already cool. no note on the pillow. no text on your phone. just the faint indent in the mattress and the lingering scent of his hoodie on your sheets.

you checked the stream later. he was still online, voice a little raspier than usual but otherwise the same, laughing at chat, rage baiting someone in the house, acting like the last twelve hours hadn’t happened.

like he hadn’t shown up at 3 a.m. just to talk and then sleep with your head on his chest.

the next time either of you texted it was five days later and purely transactional.

i’m coming over.

—

chat started noticing the pattern. clips of him suddenly disappearing mid-sentence began circulating. someone even edited a compilation titled “adapts mysterious sponsor breaks” with dramatic music and zoom-ins on the moments his eyes flicked to his phone. another clip had a chat message highlighted: “bro’s got a secret sugar mommy or something lmao.”

The nickname stuck. “one of his sponsors.” people ran with it.

you found the clips first. watched them while he was live again, smiling at how obvious it was if you knew what to look for. the way his jaw tightened right before he left. the way he always came back looking slightly more settled. you screenshotted a few and sent them in the middle of one of his late-night streams.

look at these. they’re calling me your sponsor now. kinda funny.

he didn’t answer right away. on stream he was mid-conversation with a guest, smiling, talking shit.

not funny.

why? it’s accurate. i’m basically your sugar momma.

stop

make me.

he didn’t reply again. but thirty-seven minutes later he was at your door again, expression unreadable. he didn’t fuck you against the wall this time. he took you to the bed, slow and deep and almost careful, like he was trying to prove something. you came twice before he finished.

afterward he stayed longer than usual, sitting on the edge of the mattress with his elbows on his knees, staring at the floor.

you almost asked what was wrong.

almost.

instead you just said, “same time next crisis?” and he huffed a quiet laugh that didn’t reach his eyes before leaving.

the party happened two weeks later.

some influencer event in a private house up in the hills, music too loud, drinks too strong, people who all knew each other from the same circles. you weren’t supposed to be there, not really.

someone had invited you as a plus-one of a plus-one. adapt was there too, of course. bigger name. he spent most of the night in a corner with a few other streamers, drink in hand, nodding along to conversations he only half-listened to.

you felt his eyes on you the second you walked in.

you didn’t go to him. that wasn’t how this worked.

instead you drifted, talked, laughed a little too easily with a guy who did content in a completely different niche, taller, softer smile, the kind of easy charm that made everything feel light. he bought you a drink, asked what you did. you gave half-truths. he leaned in closer when the music shifted. at one point his hand brushed the small of your back and stayed there.

you didn’t look toward the corner. you didn’t need to. you could feel the weight of his stare like a hand around your throat.

eventually the other guy said something about stepping outside for air and you went with him.

the backyard was quieter, string lights, a few people smoking further down the slope. he was mid-sentence about some collab idea when a hand closed around your wrist, tight, familiar, unyielding.

adapt didn’t say a word to the other guy. just looked at him once, expression flat and dark, and the guy got the message. hands up, awkward laugh, disappearing back inside.

you turned to adapt, mouth already opening, but he was already walking, tugging you with him toward the side of the house where the cars were parked.

his car was near the end of the driveway, black and expensive and half-hidden by shadows. he opened the back door, guided you in without asking, then climbed in after you and shut it hard enough that the whole frame shook.

for a second there was only the distant thump of bass from the house and the sound of both of you breathing.

“what the fuck was that,” he said, voice low and rough.

you leaned back against the seat, legs slightly open because the dress you were wearing made it easy. “talking . drinking. same thing you were doing inside.”

“he was all over you.”

“so?”

his jaw flexed. In the dim light from the streetlamp his eyes looked almost black. “you know what this is.”

“yeah,” you said, calm. “we fuck when we need it. that’s it, we’re nothing. so it doesn’t matter who i talk to.”

apart of you hated how easy the words left your mouth. it was bitter, you knew it. but you had to ignore the pit in your stomach.

something dangerous flickered across his face. he moved fast, one hand gripping your jaw, the other already sliding up your thigh under the dress. “say that again.”

“we’re nothing,” you repeated, quieter this time, because his fingers had found the edge of your underwear and were pressing against the damp fabric. “just convenient. just—”

he kissed you to shut you up and it wasn’t gentle. teeth and tongue and the kind of pressure that felt like punishment. you kissed back just as hard, hands already working at his belt because your body didn’t care about the argument. it only cared that he was here and hard and close.

he shoved your underwear to the side and pushed two fingers into you without warning. you were soaked, had been since the second he grabbed your wrist. he fucked you with his hand like that for a minute, rough and deliberate, watching your face the whole time. when you tried to close your eyes he squeezed your jaw harder.

“look at me.”

you did. his expression was pure heat and something uglier underneath, jealousy he had no right to feel, anger he refused to name.

“you don’t get to act like that,” he said, voice tight. “not when I’m right there. not when you know i’ll come the second you text.”

“then come to me first next time,” you shot back, breathless. “or don’t. i don’t care.”

the words were a lie and you knew it.

he pulled his fingers out, wiped them on your thigh, and shoved his pants down just enough. the head of his cock pressed against you, hot and thick.

he didn’t ease in. he slammed forward in one hard thrust that punched the air out of your lungs. you both groaned at the same time.

he fucked you like he was trying to prove a point. deep, punishing strokes that made the car rock slightly. one hand stayed on your jaw, keeping your face turned toward him. the other gripped your hip hard enough that you knew there’d be fingerprints tomorrow.

every time he bottomed out he stayed there for a second, grinding, like he wanted you to feel how deep he was.

“still nothing?” he muttered against your mouth.

you didn’t answer.

you just wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer, meeting every thrust. the wet sound of it filled the car. your dress was bunched around your waist.

his hoodie was still on. it was messy and desperate and exactly what this had always been.

he changed the angle, one of your legs hooked over his shoulder now, and the new depth made your vision blur.

you came first, sharp and sudden, clenching around him hard enough that he cursed and had to slow down for a second.

but he didn’t stop.

he just kept going through it, dragging the orgasm out until you were shaking and oversensitive.

when he pulled out it was only long enough to flip you onto your stomach across the back seat. he yanked your hips up, pressed a hand between your shoulder blades to keep you down, and slid back in from behind.

the new position let him go even harder. the slap of skin on skin was loud. you could hear how wet you were every time he thrust in.

“you don’t get to smile at other people like that,” he said, voice frayed. “not when i’ve been inside you three times this week. not when you text me in the middle of my fucking stream knowing i’ll leave.”

“then stop leaving,” you gasped, cheek pressed to the leather seat. “stop coming when i call.”

he laughed once, dark and humorless, and fucked you harder for it. one hand slid under you to rub circles over your clit in time with his thrusts.

the dual sensation built fast, too fast. you were already close again.

“you like that i leave,” he said against the back of your neck. “you like knowing i’ll drop everything. admit it.”

he was right but you still wouldn’t admit it.

you just pushed back against him, taking him deeper, and the sound he made was almost a growl. his rhythm started to stutter.

he was close.

you could feel it in the way his grip tightened, in the way his breath turned ragged.

he came first this time, buried deep, hips locked against yours, a low broken sound against your skin as he pulsed inside you. the feel of it pushed you over the edge again.

you came around him with a muffled cry, walls fluttering, milking every last drop out of him while he kept grinding through it like he couldn’t stand the thought of pulling out yet.

for a long minute the only sound was both of you breathing hard. the bass from the party still thumped in the distance. somewhere a car door.

neither of you moved.

eventually he eased out. you felt the slow slide of him leaving you, the mess that followed. he sat back against the opposite door, pants still open, watching you with that same unreadable expression while you fixed your dress with shaky hands.

you didn’t say anything and neither did he.

the silence stretched until it almost felt like something else, something neither of you had ever allowed.

finally he spoke, voice quieter than before.

“next time you need someone,” he said, “text me. not some random at a party.”

you looked at him across the dim back seat. his hair was a mess. his mouth was still red from kissing you. there was a faint mark on his neck you didn’t remember putting there.

“there’s still no feelings,” you said.

he held your gaze for a long second. then the corner of his mouth twitched, almost a smile, almost not.

“yeah,” he said. “i know.”

he fixed his clothes as you fixed yours. when you both climbed out of the car the night air felt colder than it should have. he didn’t walk you back to the party.

you didn’t ask him to.

he just got into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and waited until you’d taken a few steps away before pulling out of the driveway and disappearing down the dark road.

you stood there for a moment longer, thighs still sticky, the ghost of his hands still on your skin.

your phone buzzed again.

a single message.

i’m at the stop sign. i’ll take you home.

you stared at it under the streetlight. then you typed back the only thing that had ever mattered between you.

whenever?

just walk your ass over here.

i think this is my best work