#jasontheween

⎯ ⟢ you finally convinced him to let you drive his car

ft. fem reader / adapt, jason, ron, marlon, silky & lacy

content. one-shots ,, wc. 3k

ADAPT has always been the type to put your safety first, always making sure you have a jacket when you go out, even if you swore you didn't need one, making sure you eat and sleep properly and checking that you’re safe whenever you head out with your friends at night.

so of course it was no surprise when he absolutely refused to let you even touch the keys to his nissan gt-r.

“just around the coastline, i’ll be safe” you beg.

“i don’t know, baby” he shakes his head, a faint trace of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

the two of you are tangled up together on his bed. you're straddling his lap with your legs locked around his hips, sitting upright while he leans back against the headboard and his hands resting lazily on your waist.

“aw, c’mon” you continue your act.

it wasn’t even that you desperately needed to drive his car, it was more about knowing you could wrap him around your finger whenever you really wanted to.

“just this once” you murmur, widening your eyes with a pout on your lips while your index finger traces a slow, deliberate path across his chest.

he groans, catching your wrist. “don’t look at me like that”

“like what?” you feign innocence, batting your lashes.

“like bambi” he mutters and the choice of words makes you laugh out loud.

“i am not looking at you like anything” you say, leaning in close. “what if we get a sweet treat after?” you say, sliding right back into negotiations.

he closes his eyes and drags a hand down his face, fighting a battle he practically already lost. you bite down on your smile, you already know you've won.

“fine” he grumbles and you immediately shower his face with affectionate kisses.

“ah, thank you, oh my gosh, you’re officially my favorite boyfriend” you announce, scrambling off his lap and heading straight for your shoes.

“i better be the only one, especially after letting you do this” he says, pushing himself up off the bed to follow you.

the engine purrs to life so smoothly that you consider taking back every single time you scolded alex for being extra and driving a ridiculously loud car.

you pull out onto the open road, taking in the view ahead as the sun sets lower, painting the horizon in streaks of pink and orange that are a total sight for sore eyes.

alex’s hand rests warm on your thigh. when you glance over, you catch a soft smile playing on his lips, the kind that makes your chest tighten with a sudden rush of warmth.

you press down a little harder on the acceleration, the g-force pressing you gently back into your seat. you chuckle softly when you feel alex’s hand tighten its grip on your leg. his protective instincts kicking in on autopilot.

“don’t worry, i’ve got us” you tease, your headlights cutting through the dark as you glide into a tunnel.

“if we crash and die, you’re still buying the sweet treat” he deadpans as you emerge back out onto the beachside highway.

“uh-huh, sure” you giggle and you feel the brush of his lips as he presses a soft and lingering kiss to your cheek.

it’s not like he ever really says no to you anyway, but you save the bambi eyes method in your back pocket for later. you might just have to use it a lot more often.

JASON ’s nerves weren’t because you were driving — well, part of them.

it was that he knew there was a part of you that would enjoy the thrill of a fast sports car, and there wasn’t much self control inside him to stop himself from purchasing you one if you really wanted it.

and he had a feeling you did.

your smile was precious, the wind was kissing your hair making it go in different directions and somehow you still managed to look effortlessly beautiful. there was a mischievous glint in your eyes as you pressed down on the acceleration of his mercedes maybach.

not only was the interior stunning, so was the engine. as you cruised around calabasas under a blanket of sparkling stars, jason’s heart felt entirely full.

“we should do this more often” you say, glancing over at the passenger seat.

jason breaks his gaze from the road to look at you, a soft smile pulling at the corner of his lips. he reaches across the center console, letting his hand gently find yours on the leather gear shift, his thumb tracing your knuckles.

“only if you promise to let me spoil you afterwards,” he murmurs, his voice low over the hum of the engine. “if you keep driving like this, i might just have to clear out a spot in the garage for your new car by tomorrow morning”

you shoot him a playful and disbelieving look, your grip tightening around the wheel. “and would that be a problem, mr?”

“it would be a promise,” he chuckles, leaning his head back against the headrest. he knew he was completely at your mercy and loving every single day. “but at the moment, keep your eyes on the road, miss”

RON had good taste in many things.

clothes, music, and girls. well, a girl. you. but especially in cars.

he had two cars that he adored more than anything in the world. though, not as much as he adored you.

“please,” you begged, leaning over the door as you fluttered your eyelashes, “just let me drive it before laiys does” you suggest.

the three of you had just wrapped up a late night photoshoot for his clothing line, which meant you had spent the last two hours posing in his oversized hoodies, right up against the hood of his favorite car.

laiys and the rest of the crew had finally packed up their cameras and left and you’d told them you’d see them back the house with ron.

that had been ten minutes ago and you were currently refusing to get out of the driver's seat, trying to sweet talk your boyfriend into handing over the keys.

“i won’t speed, i won’t scratch the paint, i’ll actually come to a complete stop at the stop signs and i swear on my life i won't hit a single pothole” you plead from behind the wheel.

you looked up at him through the open window, offering your best irresistible pout. he just looked back down at you with that stupid, lopsided smile that drove you out of your mind. his arms were crossed over his chest and dangling lazily from his fingers were the keys to his porsche 911 gt3 rs.

“is that seriously all you’ve got to convince me?” he hums, dripping with amusement.

you roll your eyes playfully, biting down on your lower lip. “well, i do have a much better offer but we kind of have to get back to the house for that one” you murmur, your gaze locking onto his.

he barks out a soft laugh, shaking his head as he uncrosses his arms. “ah, fuck it” he caves, sliding the keys off his finger.

he drops them right into your open palm but before he can pull his hand away, he steps closer, leaning in through the window just enough to steal the air right out of your lungs.

“you better make this drive worth it, baby” he murmurs before stepping into the passenger seat and letting you take the wheel.

as you cruise down the familiar road toward the house, ron’s smile doesn’t slip from his face for a single second.

he tries to shout out helpful tips over the roar of the car, but half the time his voice gets completely lost beneath the rumbling sound of the engine.

the sudden g force pushes you both back into your leather seats as the salty, midnight breeze rushes in through the cracked windows, tangling in your hair.

you pull up to a red light, idling for a moment in the empty street. in the lane next to you, the driver of a lowered car rolls down their window, giving the porsche a respectful nod. ron casually tilts his head back, returning the gesture with a smirk.

the road is clear and the light turns green but before the car can really go forward, ron’s hand shoots out. his fingers gently wrapping around your jaw to turn your face toward his.

he pulls you in for a sudden kiss. you melt into it instantly, returning it slow and sweet. right against your lips, you can feel the exact moment ron’s mouth curves into a grin.

you break away, breathless and laughing. “what?” you whisper, the contagion of his smile catching on your own face.

“nothing. just stalling you from finishing the ride” he teases, leaning back in his seat.

“the only ride you’re stalling is the one you’re getting the second we walk through the front door” you snap back smoothly.

he lets out a low laugh, shaking his head. “such a tease” he murmurs, his eyes dark with amusement as you slam your foot back down on the accelerator.

he takes one last glance at you, wearing his clothes, driving his car and wearing the faint gloss of a kiss that belonged entirely to him.

he didn't even have to think twice. he knew right then and there that he would hand you the keys to anything you wanted for the rest of his life.

MARLON always wants the best for you, whether that is in your personal life or material possessions.

it’s no surprise you enjoy luxury for yourself as well, it really was an acquired taste.

so it came as no surprise when marlon finally agreed to let you take the wheel of his lamborghini aventador svj.

you had promised him only driving around the neighborhood, somewhere safe and where you wouldn’t get lost.

that promise lasted ten minutes.

“—i swear you said turn left!” you exclaimed, gripping the steering wheel a little too tight as you stared down an entirely unfamiliar street.

“no, i clearly said right” marlon said, leaning back against the seat. he wasn’t angry in the slightest, mostly too amused by your panic.

“you’re so much worse than my gps” you muttered as you both rolled to a stop at a red light, your heart hammering against your ribs.

marlon chuckled as he reached over, his fingers gently tapping the back of your hand where it rested on the gear shift. “after this light, you’ll go right, ok? right, not left” he said, trying to guide you guys back toward familiar territory.

you nodded, taking a deep breath and moving the car forward. as the light turned green and you rolled up to the upcoming intersection, your stomach dropped.

“marlon, that’s the freeway entrance” you say, voice pitching up.

“i know, it’s faster than the street” he replies casually.

“it’s a faster way to die, yes” you shoot back, “i don’t wanna take the freeway, look at it”

unfortunately, the heavy flow of traffic and the lanes went against you, sending you straight onto the ramp before you could even blink.

there were too many cars, too much roaring noise and the engine suddenly felt terrifyingly loud.

you let out a dramatic whine as a massive semi truck merged into the lane right next to you, towering over the sports car. “marlon, the truck next to us is going to crush us, i can feel it”

“shut up, no it’s not,” he says, hiding a grin as he tries to reassure you, “just speed up, let the car do its job”

“im scared to, what if we get pulled over?” you ask, eyes darting to the rearview mirror.

“lapd don’t give a fuck” he teases, “just press on the gas and for the love of god, read the signs ahead so we don’t get lost again”

you press down on the pedal and the car surges forward, throwing you back into your seat as you go flying down the lane. the roaring engine and road suddenly feel a lot less scary when marlon’s warm hand lands on your neck. his fingers resting softly at the nape, thumb brushing a soothing circle against your skin.

“turn right up here, make sure no cars are coming on this lane” he says, keeping his touch steady and grounding as he signals for the exit.

“don’t worry, i’ve got it” you say, a small smile finally breaking through your stress.

once you safely drive off the ramp and pull into a quiet, empty parking lot to swap seats, marlon kills the engine for you. before you can unbuckle, he reaches over, cups your cheek, and pulls you in for a soft kiss.

“see?” he murmurs against your lips, a smile touching the corners of his mouth. “you survived. though next time, maybe we stick to the passenger seat”

SILKY always notices the little things about you, like the way your eyes light up the second you see something you want.

right now, they're locked entirely on his mercedes amg gt 63.

he promised a proper date night after being away for days and now that he’s finally back, you’re making sure he follows through.

“—and they have valet parking, so you don't even have to stress about me parallel parking” you finish your reasoning on why you should drive the car to dinner.

he folds his arms, a slow smile pulling at his mouth. “why are you so adamant about driving my car, huh?”

“wouldn’t it be nice if i chauffeured you for once?” you shrug innocently.

“it’s a date i’m taking you on. i’m supposed to be the gentleman” he fires back.

“so? you don’t think a girl can drive her guy around?”

“i know a girl can. i just don’t know about you” he teases, raising a brow.

“we’ll see about that” you swipe the keys right out of his coat pocket and walk around the front. “come on, passenger princess, get in”

as you slide behind the wheel, he watches you, hiding a grin. he knows you’re fully capable, he just loves pushing your buttons.

“i can feel you staring” you call out,

he hums. “i just wanna look at you, gorgeous”

butterflies erupts in your stomach. “keep talking like that and i will crash us”

he chuckles. “you look good behind the wheel. maybe i should let you drive mor—”

his words cut off as you slam hard on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt. his hand instantly shoots out to check on you before he glares at the windshield.

a raccoon and a line of tiny babies are casually walking across the street.

“j, look!” you exclaimed.

“christ, you scared me half to death over some raccoons” he groans.

“whoops” you shrug, watching them scramble up the curb.

twenty minutes later, you pull into the restaurant’s lot. the valet opens your door, offering a hand and whistling at the sleek machine. “nice ride, ma’am”

“thank you” you smile, accepting the compliment on the car's behalf.

silky walks up beside you, smirking. “i hope we do have a nice dinner, because if not, we might have to go back out and look for the raccoons and eat them”

you nudge him hard in the ribs. “shut up, they were cute”

“not as cute as you” he fires back, wrapping an arm around your waist.

you look up, grinning triumphantly. “see? letting me drive wasn't that bad”

he rolls his eyes, smiling too. “yeah, yeah. just for the record, you’re definitely not driving back home”

“whatever” you laugh, letting him lead you inside.

LACY watched as you leaned against the passenger door of his mercedes amg sl 63, crossing your arms, wearing an expression he quite couldn’t put his finger on.

“i deserve this, nick” you drawled, batting your eyelashes with fake innocence. “we’re practically married and i have yet to touch the steering wheel”

lacy chuckled, resting an elbow on the center console and turning to look at you with an amused smirk.

“this car has more horsepower than common sense, it requires a delicate touch”

“i have a delicate touch!” you scoffed, shifting your weight. “you know all about my delicate touch” you countered smoothly, sliding across the supple leather seat until you were practically in his lap, invading his personal space with absolute confidence.

you looped your arms around his neck, flashing a smile that you knew he was entirely defenseless against.

lacy let out a low laugh, his hands instinctively settling on your waist to keep you steady. “oh, really? because the last time you tested your delicate touch on something of mine, my spiderman lego set completely crumbled at your hands”

“that wasn’t entirely my fault and you know it” you murmured, pressing a light, teasing kiss just beneath his jawline. “now, let me drive your precious car, nick. please?”

he looked into your big and persuasive eyes, feeling the obvious trap closing in around him. he glanced down at the steering wheel, back up at your face and finally sighed with a dramatic display of defeat.

"if you scratch anything," lacy warned, tapping a stern finger against the tip of your nose, "i am selling every single piece of clothing you own to pay for the repair bill”

"fair" you shrugged, utterly unfazed by the threat.

within seconds, you two had scrambled over the center console in a clumsy tangle of long limbs, stifled curses and quiet laughter, trading places.

once you finally dropped into the driver's seat, you buckled your seatbelt with a satisfying click, adjusted the rearview mirror and gave yourself a quick nod of approval in the glass.

"just remember," lacy muttered from the passenger side, already reaching over to grab the overhead handle just in case, "this isn't your regular car. so, ease onto the gas"

"relax, i've got this" you teased, shifting the car into drive.

as you pulled out onto the open road, the wind whipped through the open windows and the aggressive growl of the engine vibrated right through the car. your initial nervous tension melted away instantly.

you glanced over at lacy, who was watching your profile with a quiet and soft expression, the teasing edge completely gone from his eyes.

"not bad," he admitted quietly, a fond smile breaking through. "for a maniac like you"

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

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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.

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reader = pink

jason = orange

jason x reader - after the party / smut

warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, kinda drunk sex, dirty talk, multiple rounds, creampie, rough sex, praise, overstimulation, & soft aftercare!

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the core house was packed.

music thumped through every room, redbull cups scattered across tables, people laughing and shouting over the bass. it was jason’s birthday, and woj had gone all out. streamers, balloons, a makeshift bar in the kitchen, and way too much alcohol.

jason had been drinking since early evening, a constant grin on his face as he moved between groups, taking shots, laughing with the guys, and pulling you close every chance he got.

by 2 a.m. the party was still going strong, but jason was done.

his eyes had been on you the entire night dark, hungry, and getting more obvious with every drink. he finally grabbed your hand, tugging you through the crowd without a word.

“jason, where are we going?” you asked, laughing as he pulled you up the stairs.

“my room,” he said, voice low and rough. “i can’t wait anymore.”

he barely got the door shut before he was on you.

his mouth crashed into yours, tasting like alcohol and birthday cake, hands sliding under your dress to grip your ass. he was already hard, pressing against your stomach as he backed you toward the bed.

“been thinking about this all night,” he mumbled against your lips, voice thick from drinking. “watching you in this dress… fuck, i need you baby.”

you smiled, pushing him back until he sat on the edge of the bed.

“it’s your birthday,” you said softly, dropping to your knees between his legs. “so i’ll be extra nice tonight.”

jason’s eyes darkened as you tugged his jeans and boxers down, freeing his cock. he was already leaking at the tip, hard and flushed. you wrapped your hand around the base and leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to the head before taking him into your mouth.

“fuck…” he groaned loudly, head falling back. because he was drunk, he wasn’t holding back at all. his moans were shameless, low, breathy, and constant.

you sucked him slowly at first, tongue swirling around the head, tasting the salt of him. then you took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, letting your lips slide down his length until he hit the back of your throat. you hummed softly, the vibration making his hips twitch.

“shit—baby, your mouth… so fucking good,” he panted, one hand gently threading through your hair. “you look so pretty like this. my pretty girl sucking my dick on my birthday.”

you pulled off for a second, stroking him with your hand while looking up at him.

“you like it?” you asked, voice sweet.

“fucking love it,” he groaned, eyes half-lidded. “love your mouth so much. best birthday present ever.”

you smiled and took him back in, sucking harder, faster, one hand stroking what you couldn’t fit while the other gently massaged his balls. jason’s moans got louder, breathier, his hips starting to twitch as he fought not to thrust into your throat.

“baby—i’m close—fuck, i’m so close—”

you didn’t pull off. you kept going until he came with a loud, broken moan, hips jerking as he spilled down your throat. you swallowed every drop, pulling off slowly and wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

jason was breathing hard, staring down at you with hazy, fucked-out eyes.

“holy shit… that was amazing.”

you climbed into his lap, kissing him deeply. he could taste himself on your tongue and groaned into your mouth, hands sliding under your dress to grip your ass.

“your turn,” he muttered, already tugging your dress up. “wanna fuck you so bad.”

he flipped you onto your back, pushing your dress up to your waist and pulling your panties to the side. he didn’t even bother taking them off. he pushed inside you in one smooth thrust, both of you moaning at the same time.

“fuck… you’re so wet,” he groaned, starting to move. “been thinking about this pussy all night.”

he fucked you deep and steady, hips rolling perfectly, one hand pinning your thigh open while the other braced beside your head. drunk jason was loud, moaning, cursing, whispering filthy things against your ear.

“so tight… so fucking good. this pussy is mine. only mine.”

you were moaning with every thrust, legs wrapped around him as he drove into you harder. the first round didn’t last long. he was too worked up from the blowjob and the alcohol. he came inside you with a loud groan, hips jerking as he spilled deep.

but he didn’t stop.

he stayed inside you, still hard, and kept fucking you through it, slow and deep.

“again,” he whispered, kissing your neck. “want you to cum on my cock.”

you did hard, shaking, moaning his name as your second orgasm hit you. jason followed right after, filling you up again with another deep groan.

he pulled out slowly, but instead of collapsing, he flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so you were on your knees.

“one more,” he said, voice wrecked but determined. “i need one more.”

“fuck jason—”

he pushed back inside you from behind, the new angle making you moan loudly into the pillow. he fucked you slower this time, savoring it, hands gripping your hips as he thrust deep and steady.

“look at you,” he groaned, one hand sliding up your back to grip your hair gently. “ass up, taking my cock so well. you’re so fucking perfect.”

you were trembling, oversensitive but still desperate for him. every thrust dragged against that perfect spot inside you, making your legs shake.

“jason—i’m gonna cum again—”

“good,” he rasped, picking up the pace. “cum for me, baby. let me feel it.”

you came for the third time, crying out into the pillow as your body clenched around him.

jason groaned loudly, thrusting through your orgasm until he came again, spilling deep inside you with shaky hips.

only then did he finally collapse beside you, pulling you into his arms.

you were both exhausted, sweaty, and satisfied.

jason kissed your forehead, your cheeks, and your lips soft and gentle now.

“best birthday ever,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “thank you, baby. for everything.”

you smiled, curling into his chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin.

“happy birthday, jason.”

he hugged you tighter, pressing one last kiss to the top of your head.

“i love you so much.”

you whispered it back, both of you drifting off tangled together, the party still faintly echoing downstairs.

—

GUYS WE GOT A BEPSY AND RAY SEGMENT OMG, the way ron was hinting at something tho🤫

summary: manon started talking to a streamer for fun and then got invited to one of the streamer parties with her friends, she ended up getting drunk and it was all caught on stream without her knowing

pairing: manon bannerman x streamer t!masc reader

warning: angst, fluff, profanity, suggestive humor, transphobia, a lotta other things

status: 02/22- 03/16 (completed)

a/n: i watched katie b's streams and said yeah. yeah we're postponing sophia's smau again. I LOVE U SOPHIA💔💔

taglist(closed)-> @zeraaaat @fck-this-name @hammer-it-home @weepingmanon @lethal-minds @urwavvy @yournextdooralien @ctrlamira @starless-spidey @eliyrx @spiderpunkmanon @foxyokie @shieldsxx @katsattorney @needmeganskiendiel @skz-xii @manonsdoe @sondrsx @cazeeee @beqnsprovt @annonnymmouss @rdfgfv @bootsnic @karzlikemars @laraseyekon @dqndelionn @jetxsstuff @wilsonshield @h0llyy @itsbamm @trintrillakilla @iviza @katzarsonist @wtfisthisnoclueman @thefangirlsarah7 @czechsooth @uconnwbbluvr @ironpenguinwombat @andyyyyy14 @hanszwy @romanoffsrequiem

profiles-> streamer hoes, big three, katz!

features-> katseye, jasontheween, arky, katie B, a lot of other streamers, caleb mclaughin (faceclaim)

chapters written chapters

chapter 1-> plotting on the huzz

chapter 2-> not bad

chapter 3-> #needthat

chapter 4-> hearts?

chapter 5-> in his sheets

chapter 6-> girlfriend appreciation

chapter 7-> [REDACTED]

chapter 8-> messy ass party

chapter 9-> we're fucked

chapter 10-> 👻

chapter 11-> move the fuck on soldier

chapter 12-> girlfriend glaze

chapter 13-> it took you a month too

chapter 14-> where yo bitch at?

chapter 15-> am i tripping

chapter 16-> arctic monkeys spree

chapter 17-> sophies girlfriend

chapter 18-> clipped

chapter 19-> girlfriend texts

"Cmon baby I want you to look at me" you say as you grip Ron's face making him look at his naked figure in the mirror "your soo handsome" you say smirking into his shoulder giving his collar bone kisses as both of you sit on the edge of the bed and a mirror propped up in front of you guys, you rub slow circles at the head of his cock feeling his slit. "F-fuck need m-more" he gently thrusts his hips up matching your strokes, leaning his head back he groans "Ron, your look so beautiful like this" looking at the mess you made of your sweet boy in the mirror—you start to kiss higher and gently bite leaving small hickeys up and down his neck as you use your free hand to rub up and down his chest feeling his soft warm skin. He shuts his eyes tight hoping you won't notice he's not lookin...

He starts rutting his hips up basically fucking your hand, the sound of pre cum squelching around your hand is lewd—with each thrust he gets louder and louder, you tap your thumb on his lip and he opens taking it in his mouth and swirling it around. You notice his eyes are shut “rani open your eyes..or I’m gonna have to stop” letting your hold on his cock go and your thumb slid out of his mouth with a ‘pop’.

“S-shit m’so close” he whimpers out as he opens his eyes and looks at himself, his hair a mess, his chest heaving up and down, and how messy his cock and your hand is. He turns to you and starts sloppily kissing your lips, pleading and begging you to let him release “ m’k I- promise—ngh I’ll keep looking, p-please” his hips stuttered up into nothing, looking at himself and what he’d become—a disgustingly desperate mess. You slowly started stroking him again and he lets out a groan of relief “yes baby I’m gonna c-come” you start stroking faster as his hips buck up relentlessly, his whimpers spilling out of his mouth endlessly—calls of your name and how much he adores you roll off his tongue.

He comes thick white ropes all over your hand “ ‘m sorry baby” his hips twitch as he tried to calm himself down as his head drops down to your neck letting him drool all down your neck. You look in the mirror at your hand covered in his seed—it’s dripping all the way down from his head to his balls “mm rani so messy” you say as you slowly start to stroke your hand again…

🥽/🍁 SUMMARY ✶ chat introduces you to jason after he reacts to one of your streams.

🥽/🍁 DISCLAIMERS & WARNINGS ✶ slow-ish burn, fluff, swearing, jason already down bad, reader totally clueless half the time. bolded sentences = chat.

🥽/🍁 NOTE FROM VAL ✶ hi everyone! thank you for all the support already 🥹🥹 my requests are currently open! also sorry if this is bad I promise it’ll get better i just hate writing the first chapter.

September had always been your favorite month. It was the beginning of everything you loved.

The air in New York finally started to cool after weeks of relentless summer heat. Leaves slowly exchanged their bright greens for burnt oranges and deep reds, cafés filled their chalkboard menus with pumpkin spice and apple cider.

You never saw the point in waiting until October.

By the first week of September, tiny ceramic pumpkins already lined your bookshelf. Warm fairy lights framed the windows overlooking the street below, casting a soft golden glow across your room long after the sun disappeared behind the skyline. A cinnamon chai candle burned on the corner of your desk, blending with the faint smell of coffee you’d made hours earlier.

It wasn’t elaborate, just lived in. Comfortable. The kind of room people watched your streams for.

Millions of people knew you online as The Girl Next Door. Not because you tried to be, it was just who you were.

You streamed almost every evening from your apartment, whether you were baking with friends, wandering through bookstores, decorating for another season, or spending hours playing games while talking about absolutely everything with your viewers. There was never a character to play or an exaggerated personality to maintain.

People liked you because you felt real. Tonight’s stream was no different.

Until Dawn had been sitting untouched in your Steam library for almost a year, and after months of your viewers begging you to play it, you’d finally caved.

You were already regretting that decision.

The atmosphere of the game had you sitting noticeably straighter in your chair as your character cautiously walked through another dimly lit hallway. Every creak made you pause, every distant noise had you anticipating another jumpscare.

A loud bang echoed through your headset. You jumped hard enough to pull one ear of your headphones off. “…Nope.”

You laughed at yourself, rubbing your forehead. “I knew this game was going to be bad for me.”

The chat teased you like they always did, but you ignored most of it, trying to focus on the game again.

Another five minutes passed before your eyes caught something unusual.

One message. Then another. Then dozens more.

Who’s Jason?

Did you see Jasontheween’s stream?

He reacted to your baking video.

For a moment you thought it was another inside joke your viewers had made up while you were distracted by the game.

You paused. The music disappeared, replaced by the quiet hum of your apartment. “…Okay,” you said, leaning closer to your monitor. “What am I missing?”

Your moderators had already pinned a clip. Apparently while you’d been live, another creator—someone named Jason—had been watching your baking stream from the weekend before.

The one with Arky and Yonna. The recipe had gone completely off the rails before you’d even preheated the oven. Arky somehow managed to get flour on almost every surface in the kitchen, Yonna laughed through half the stream, and by the end the pumpkin muffins were slightly overbaked but surprisingly edible.

You clicked the clip as the video opened inside another livestream. Jason sat in a room that looked considerably louder than yours. Someone wandered through the background carrying a basketball before disappearing down another hallway, followed by distant laughter from somewhere else in the house.

He barely acknowledged any of it. Instead, he watched your baking stream with an amused smile.

When Arky accidentally spilled half the bag of flour across the counter, he laughed. When Yonna almost dropped the mixing bowl, he laughed again.

Then came the moment you’d expected. You appeared on screen holding up the finished muffins with an unnecessarily proud smile. “They’re a little burnt,” your past self admitted. “But… they still count.”

Jason smiled to himself. “I like her content.” It wasn’t loud or dramatic. Just a simple observation.

Someone off camera asked who he was watching.

“The baking girl.”

“The one everyone’s been talking about?”

“Yeah.” There was a brief silence before he shrugged. “I think she’s pretty.”

Almost immediately, his chat started going insane.

OMG

matter daddy

L rizz

He laughed, shaking his head. “You guys always do this.”

Another suggestion appeared.

FOLLOW HER!!

“Nah,” he replied casually. “I’m not going to randomly DM somebody because chat thinks it’d be funny.”

The clip ended there.

You blinked once before looking back at your own stream. “…Well.” You hadn’t expected that.

Your viewers, however, seemed much more invested than you were.

HE CALLED YOU CUTE BABE

omfg if you don’t dm him

dudes head over heels already

You laughed quietly, scrolling through the comments. “Who even is this guy?” Someone suggested looking at his Instagram. “…Sure.”

You typed his username into the search bar. The profile loaded almost instantly. Verified, a few million followers. You scrolled through a handful of photos.

Mostly travel. Friends. Streams. A couple of professional-looking pictures mixed in with blurry group selfies.

“…Okay.” You leaned back in your chair. “I’ll admit…” A smile found its way onto your face before you could stop it. “He’s actually really hot.” The sentence slipped out so casually you didn’t think twice about it.

Then you glanced back at chat. “…Don’t make it weird.” Unfortunately, that request lasted all of three seconds.

CLIP IT

CLIPPED

COLLABB

Within minutes, clips from both streams had already begun spreading across social media.

One showed Jason calling you pretty, another showed you absentmindedly admitting he was attractive. Neither clip lasted longer than twenty seconds. Together, they were everywhere.

You didn’t think much of it. People moved on quickly online. At least… They usually did.

By the time your stream ended, it was nearly midnight. You thanked everyone for hanging out, promised another stream later in the week, and clicked End Broadcast.

Silence settled over the apartment.

You stretched, tidied the empty coffee mug from your desk, and wandered into the bathroom to wash off the day’s makeup.

The rest of your nighttime routine came naturally. By the time you climbed into bed, rain had started tapping softly against the windows. You reached over to plug your phone into its charger.

The screen lit up. A notification from Instagram appeared across the top.

jasontheween started following you.

You stared at it for several seconds. “…Oh shit.”

You opened the app. It was real. Not a fan account, not a prank. Just one new follower.

Without thinking, a small smile crossed your face following him back.

Maybe your viewers hadn’t been exaggerating after all. You locked your phone, set it back on the nightstand, and turned off the lamp. Outside, the city was beginning to fall asleep.

pairing : laiys x female reader

warning : NOT PROOFREAD, potential bad grammar and spelling.

note : it’s my second time writing so mistakes will be made, but hopefully you guys enjoy!! and please leave and tips for me in the comments and messages!!

word count : 1.4k!!

LATE NIGHTS! | core

summary: messing around with core at streamer university late at night.

warnings: swearing. water fight. i think that’s it? ( not proofread!! )

we had all decided to turn off stream for the night. as we had all—but adapt—said we were going to stream 24/7 but by night 3 we decided we were all exhausted and needed a break from the cameras.

we all sat outside enjoying the fresh air of the night.

“i did not expect to be this tired” you said sighing as you sat down next to jason.

“i don’t even wanna stream tomorrow” ron rubbed his hands on in face.

“that’s why i told y’all not to do 24/7” a laugh came from alex who was scrolling on his phone.

“whatever, we are just giving the supporters what they wanna see” you replied.

“all adapt has done is shown his 200k montage to his classes” jason spoke putting his phone on the table.

“will you ever be able to move on from that?” you asked jokingly.

“will you ever be able to move on from that guy you never dated?” he responded back making everyone let out “ooo’s”.

“alex don’t even get me star-“ you were cut off when you felt water hit your back. “what the fuck?” you turned around.

there stood silky laughing with a water gun in hand that was pointed right at you.

“yo, where did you get that?” jason asked in between laughs.

“found it”

“silky, do not shoot me with that” you got up from where you were sitting.

“nah cause you wanna take my food when i said not to” he pointed again “and you know i don’t play about my shit”

“it was one fry!”

“one fry that i was gonna eat!” he began spray you with the water gun while laughing.

“silky stop!” you tried to cover your face with your hands to avoid getting sprayed even more.

you grabbed the water bottle that was on the table and opened it to then throw it at him, but also ended up wetting marlon.

“yo what the fuck!” he got up from where he was sitting.

you could care less you just wanted to stop getting sprayed.

but of course marlon wasn’t going to let you just wet him, even if it was on accident. he grabbed his water bottle and wet both you and silky with it.

“oh you think that shits funny?” silky looked at him and began to wet him instead.

everyone began laughing at the scene of marlon and silky wetting each other with water.

the fun was soon gone when kai was heard from afar.

“hey! all of you let’s go!” he came up to us with security “do y’all realize y’all are out past curfew? and throwing water at each other” he looked at the water on the ground and dripping from marlon the most.

then he saw jason.

“and you” he pointed at him “why the fuck are you hosting fight night on campus?”

“what?” jason acted clueless.

“nah none of that. let’s go all of y’all” security began to handcuff everyone.

“wait what the fuck i didn’t even do anything?” lacy spoke as fanum began to push his wheelchair.

“ron don’t even try running anywhere” kai spoke as he saw ron try to run away “you either adapt. you’re a professor, you should be setting a good example”

once they had everyone handcuffed they all began to walk.

“you guys wanna get edited so bad” you said watching marlon and jason walk shirtless in front of kai’s stream.

soon they were all in a room with a camera in the corner that was watching they’re every move.

“how the fuck did i let y’all get me into this” adapt said sighing “we weren’t even doing anything” he pointed at ron, lacy and himself.

“it’s all silly’s fault” you said.

“uhh no it’s your fault for eating my food after i said not to” he defended himself.

“oh my god it was one fry and you act like you’ve never eaten my food”

“you guys sound like lacy right now” ron finally spoke.

“why am i catching strays!?”

soon everyone stopped talking and we’re all scrolling on their phones.

“guys should be do another subathon?” adapt broke the silence.

“i don’t even wanna see a camera for days after we leave here” marlon said.

“as long as you don’t bring any of your sponsors over this time” you responded “or at least learn how to be quiet”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about” he shrugged.

you looked at everyone else and you all began to laugh.

“whatever you say alex”

you guys spent some more time in there before kai decided to let you out.

it made you realize that you wouldn’t wanna be doing evrything you guys were with anyone one else.