Escape World

🅷🅴🅻🅻🅾, 🅼🆈 🅽🅰🅼🅴 🅸🆂 A🆁🅸👋🏽

[purpleeagleninja]

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[stumblecore]

Caught📸

StableRonaldo x Gf!Reader

Summary: The time Ron and Reader get caught in the back of a stream during the Halloween party!

Warnings: slight mention of kissing, swearing.

Reader knew being ‘The Clips’ girlfriend was not always going to be the easiest especially with keeping it private and away from the internet, aside from a few Instagram posts here and there due to all the toxicity online. That was never going to be easy for Ron and Reader especially with the group of friends they all had with majority being streamers.

Pre Halloween Party

The annual Halloween party came around, everyone was excited especially reader since the theme was couples costumes! She had been planning the costume for a while and knew they were going to outshine everyone it was just convincing Ron that was the problem

At this point reader was begging “Rani please” he was being so stubborn and reader was getting bored of it now “No reader I don’t want to be dressed up as a dog or painted green” he disregarded her ideas as soon as he heard them, he couldn’t think of anything worse than being Mike Wazowski and Celia or Roxanne and Max. “but…you know they’re my favourite movies and I just wanted us to have a nice time and look good together” reader was now starting to use her sad voice which she knew always broke Rani, and as soon as she did that something in him snapped “fine but I’m not being painted green so we can be the dogs” of course he would break for her

The next moment all you see is reader jumping on Ron “I knew you loved me” she said while kissing all over his face “were gonna be the best dressed Roxanne and Max there has ever been” she said dreamily

The whole time Ron was looking at her like she had hung the moon, this is the whole reason they were private, he didn’t need people to see how they were together, this was theirs and only theirs, he knew nobody could take that away from him.

Halloween Party

It was now halfway into the Halloween Party and Ron has already ended stream after realising how drunk he was, he knew he had to go find reader.

"Reader" Ron slurred and wrapped his arms around her as soon as he reached her, once they looked at each other they started laughing "Rani you're so drunk!" Rani could only smile while holding her in his arms "Babe you're literally at the same level as me" Jason and Sakura stood there laughing at the drunk couple as they held each other, "Bro people are streaming everywhere right now" "Jason I don't give a fuck" Ron slurred he was going to regret that in the morning, all Jason could do was laugh knowing anything he said Ron and reader would just ignore due to the state they were in.

The next minute 'Master of None' by Beach House started to play, Reader did the biggest scream ever and started to pull Ron to the area everybody was dancing. "Rani this is literally one of my favourite songs" reader said and Ron held her and started to sway.

The drunk couple who stood in the middle of the room were gazing into each other's eyes, to them they were the only people in the room, they had quickly forgotten about the other streams going on as they both started to lean in...

A few steps away Adapt was streaming paying no attention to what was happening behind him, it took a few minutes of him reading the chat to see that Ron and Reader stood in the middle of the room in their own world making out, as soon as Adapt had realised what he had got on stream "Oh shit" "Chat, Chat c'mon now lets forget that happened" he held up his phone flash to the camera and turned it on and off acting up to his costume as the men in black, "you have now forgotten" the chat was still going crazy, they had never seen this much content of Ron and reader before

Adapts Chat:

YOOOO

BRO WE SAW EVERYTHING ON GOD

L ADAPT

NAHHHH THIS IS CRAZY

W RANISAN

Ron and reader started to pull away, " I love you reader" Ron said in a daze "I love you too Rani” she replied with the gaze of love in her eyes and a huge smile on her face. After the song ended the party started to die down so they decided to go up to Ron's room.

They had no clue on what they were going to wake up to in the morning...

[corekekw]

i need more fluff omg ☹️☹️☹️ ur fluffy fics are so good

interlinked.

summary: your chat links you an edit of stableronaldo. after your reaction gets clipped and sent to him, your interactions start to become a normal thing. so when lacy schedules a stream with both of you, it starts to get real.

warnings: pure fluff

bold italics are the chat

you were three hours into a just chatting stream, half-listening to chat roast your terrible aim in the background game while you scrolled through twitter on the second monitor.

the room was dim except for the soft purple led strip behind the monitor and the glow of the camera light. you’d already gone through the usual “what should we do next” poll and were leaning toward maybe a cooking segment later when a link came through that caught your eye and the message: yo watch this edit rn.

you clicked it without thinking.

the edit hit hard. quick, stylish cuts of some guy in with dark hair, a red zip up hoodie, and glasses. there slow-mo of him laughing into a mic, turning to the side to show his side profile, then a flash of him looking dead into camera with this half-smirk.

you sat up straighter in your chair.

“wait chat…why’s he kinda bad.”

your chat exploded instantly.

you leaned closer to the screen, rewinding a couple seconds just to catch the smirk again. “wait. he looks familiar, who is this.”

the spam was immediate and relentless.

STABLE RONALDO
THAT’S RON
STABLE RONALDO OMG
bro she doesn’t know ex faze?
he’s part of the core boys 
stable ronaldo yt / twitch

you blinked at the flood of messages. “stable ronaldo? that’s a name. y’all are saying this like i should already know.”

you should.

he’s the clip bro

the chat kept sending links to clips, someone pasted his twitch, and someone else dropped a quick rundown: “he’s been streaming for years, he’s apart of the group core, sang pay phone, and had a cat named Burger.”

you watched the edit again, this time slower. the way the camera caught the side of his face when he laughed, the little head tilt. you caught yourself smiling at the monitor like an idiot and immediately tried to play it off.

“okay…yeah he’s a good looking guy.”

you clipped your own reaction on purpose and posted it with the caption “who is stable ronaldo and why is he getting edited likethat” before you could overthink it.

ron was mid-stream, going through the twitter comms for his reaction segment while his chat did its usual thing. one of his mods dropped a link in the chat with the caption she’s watching your edit lmao.

ron glanced over, clicked it, and the clip of you reacting played on his second monitor.

he watched the whole thing once. then again.

the corner of his mouth tugged up. he muted his mic for a second, shook his head, then unmuted.

“that’s funny as hell,” he said, voice low and amused.

chat immediately started spamming.

SHE SAID YOU KINDA BADD
your chopped she’s lying
😍😍😍😍😍
follow her
open p.o

ron smirked at the camera, the same half-smirk from the edit. “y’all are weird. she’s just reacting. it’s a good edit, and it’s of me so of course she said that.” he paused, still looking at the paused frame of your face on his screen.

he didn’t say anything else about it that night, but the clip stayed open on his second monitor longer than it needed to.

a few days later ron was live again, this time just chatting after a long segment in the living room eating canes while a couple of the other guys moved around in the background. someone in chat dropped your Instagram handle with the message: follow her already we know you want to.

he scrolled for a second, found the profile, and stared at it longer than he meant to. soft lighting selfies, stream screenshots, one of you holding a ridiculous amount of energy drinks, another of you laughing mid-sentence with the caption “aint shit funny.”

he exhaled through his nose.

“if yall want me to do its so bad then fine…fine.”

then he hit follow live on stream.

char lost it. he just leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, that same little smirk back.

“there. happy? now shut up.”

you phone lit up while you were offline. a notification from instagram: stableronaldo started following you.

you stared at it for a solid thirty seconds before screenshots went straight to your close friends story with the caption “chat what do i do.”

and the next couple of weeks turned into this quiet, constant background noise between the two of you.

you’d be mid-stream and someone would type “ron just laughed at something” or “he was talking about edits earlier.” you pretend not to care and then ten minutes later casually ask, “wait what did he say?” while trying to keep your face neutral for the camera.

on his side, his chat would drop your clips whenever you had a funny reaction or a bad take, and he’d watch them with the same half-smile, sometimes muttering “she’s seems chill” under his breath before moving on. even the core boys group chat started sending clips of you two talking about eachother.

then the dms started.

it began with a simple “appreciate the edit reaction lmao” from him.

you replied with something equally casual, heart beating a little too fast. then it was a meme, then a “you still streaming?” at 2 a.m. then longer messages that stretched past midnight.

voiice notes once or twice when you were both up late after streams, his voice lower, softer than it was on stream, a little rough from talking for hours.

it was nothing heavy at first.

just calm.

he sent a picture of his cat, which your chat informed you was named burger, sitting on his keyboard once, the black cat looking deeply unimpressed with the chaos in the background.

you sent one of your own cat, kirby, laying on his back for attention. you talked about bad games and weird chatters.

you talked about anything and everything.

by the third week you were texting most days, even if it was just a single “you up?” or a random thought that felt too specific to send to anyone else.

then lacy’s stream invitation came out of nowhere.

he texted both of you the same afternoon from a group chat: i wanna do a gaming segment with you two. it’ll be funny. trust me.

you stared at the message for a long time, thumb hovering.

ron’s reply was just: bet.

yours was: okay yeah i’m down.

on the day of you kept telling yourself it was just another collab. but your heart didn’t listen. you checked your phone three times on the way there, half-expecting him to cancel, half-hoping he wouldn’t.

the core house was bigger than you expected from the streams, open living space, multiple setups, soft lights already arranged for the collab, couches that had clearly seen too many late nights. a few of the other guys were already there milling around, talking, laughing.

you walked in and the first thing you saw was him.

he was in a black t shirt, a pair of blue shorts from his brand ‘ultra’ he told you about, and hair a little messy like he’d run his hands through it more than once. he was talking to lacy, laughing at something, and when he looked up and spotted you the smirk came back, softer this time.

almost private.

“what’s up,” he said, voice exactly like the streams but warmer in person.

“hey.”

you did the awkward half-hug that streamers do when they’ve only ever known each other through screens. he smelled like cologne and energy drinks.

drew, lacy’s camera man herded you two into place for the segment in the main living room setup. ron ended up sitting one seat over from you on the long couch. he was close enough that when he leaned forward to talk into the shared mics his shoulder almost brushed yours.

close enough that you could see the way his hands moved when he talked, the way his smile was bright, the way he bit the inside of his cheek when he was trying not to laugh too hard.

halfway through, while lacy was explaining the next round, and laiys and drew were arguing over chargers, you angled your head slightly toward the camera that was more focused on your reactions and whispered just loud enough for your chat to catch it on the vods later.

“he looks even better in person.”

your chat on the other side of the screen lost their minds in the background. you kept your face carefully neutral, but the tips of your ears felt warm.

ron glanced over like he’d almost heard something, eyes flicking to your face for a second too long, but lacy called his name and the moment passed.

the segment ran long with lots of laughing. ron was quick with the jokes, the same chaotic energy from his streams but softer when the cameras weren’t directly on him.

every time your eyes met he’d give you that little look—like the two of you were sharing a private joke no one else was in on. once, when someone made a particularly bad take, he leaned toward you just enough that only you could hear him mutter, “that’s crazy,” and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing out loud on camera.

when the stream finally ended and the cameras cut, the energy in the room shifted. drew started packing up, talking about food, next collabs, whose turn it was to clean the kitchen. lacy was already on his phone, half-distracted with something else.

ron looked over at you, hands in his pockets, that same easy posture from the streams somehow more noticeable in person.

“you wanna see the rest of the place?” he asked quietly, voice pitched low enough that it stayed between the two of you.

you nodded before you could talk yourself out of it.

his room was exactly what like it looks on live but somehow better. in a way that felt real, cameras on the desk, a half-empty energy drink can, soft lighting from a lamp in the corner instead of the harsher overheads downstairs.

the second he pushed the door open a black cat came trotting out from under the bed like he’d been waiting specifically for this moment.

“burger,” ron said, voice going softer than you’d ever heard it on stream. “be chill.”

burger was not chill. he walked straight up to you, sniffed your shoe once, then started weaving between your ankles, purring loud enough to hear across the room. his fur was soft under your fingers when you crouched down.

ron stared.

“he doesn’t usually do that.”

you scratched behind his ears and the cat leaned into it hard, eyes half-closed, completely ignoring his owner.

“yeah he does,” you said, smiling up at ron. “he just has taste.”

ron watched the two of you for a second longer, something quiet and warm settling in his expression. his smirk softened into something closer to a real smile.

“guess so.”

he showed you the rest of his rom without making it feel like a tour, the streaming corner with the setup you recognized, the dual monitors still glowing faintly, the closet that was somehow both messy and intentional.

you ended up sitting on the edge of his bed with burger eventually claiming your lap like he’d paid rent and decided you were permanent furniture now.

then the conversation came easy.

you talked about the segment, about how weird it still felt to meet people you’d only known through screens, about the dms that had started feeling less like two streamers talking and more like something else entirely.

he admitted, voice low and a little embarrassed, that he’d rewatched your reaction clip more times than he’d ever tell chat. you admitted that you’d started leaving his streams on in the background even when you weren’t actively watching, just for the sound of his voice.

at some point the space between you on the bed got smaller. burger eventually got bored of being the center of attention and wandered off toward the bathroom.

ron’s knee brushed yours and neither of you moved away. his shoulder was warm where it almost touched yours.

“you’re not so different off stream,” he said after a while, voice quieter now, like the words were just for you.

“neither are you.”

he huffed a quiet laugh, the sound soft in the quiet room.

you stayed like that for a long time, talking, not talking, the rest of the house muffled downstairs. every so often he’d look at you like he was still a little surprised you were actually there, in his room, with his cat’s fur still clinging to your jeans.

you’d catch yourself looking at the line of his jaw or the way his hands moved when he talked and have to glance away before he noticed.

when you finally stood to leave it was late. the kind of late that felt soft around the edges. he walked you downstairs and to the front door. burger tried to follow and got gently blocked with a foot, letting out an offended little meow that made both of you laugh.

“text me when you get home?” he asked, one hand still resting on the doorframe near your shoulder.

“yeah.”

he hesitated for half a second, then leaned in and hugged you properly this time, arms solid and warm, lingering just long enough that you could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

when he pulled back he was close enough that you could see the flecks in his eyes, the faint tiredness under them from too many late streams, the way his mouth softened when he looked at you.

“I’m so happy you came today,” he said.

“me too.”

you left with the feeling of his hoodie still on your cheek and certainty that whatever this was, it had already started weeks ago in the dms and the clipped reactions and the way chat had shipped you before either of you even knew each other’s real voices.

outside, the night air was cool against your face. your phone buzzed before you even reached the car.

ron: burger’s looking for you again.

you smiled at the screen, thumbs hovering over the keyboard.

you: tell him I’ll be back.

ron: yeah?

you: yeah.

you drove home with the windows down and the same song from the original edit playing low on the radio, and the steady knowledge that this was only the beginning.

Idk how I feel abt this

And I turned my caps on

[stblequeenn]

Hey!

I was wondering if yous do a Ron x streamer!reader

Where they both go streamer games but she’s on an opposing team but is literally good at everything and Ron can’t help but cheer her on after everything she does even when she goes against him because he loved her

And literally any cute moment where they’re together during streamer games!

OF COURSE! Pls ignore any spelling mistakes😭💔

First time writing pls lmk if you guys have any tips or recommendations!!

STREAMER GAMES

You and Ron have been internet friends for a long time. You guys never got to meet because of busy days and last minute schedule changes. Both your community and his community love your bond with eachother and saw something about your relationship that you didn’t, or maybe you did…

Today was the day you finally get to meet! You are of course excited to meet all your streamer friends but nervous for all the challenges. Unfortunately Ron is in team all stars and you are in team USA, but you have your friends Yonna and Joe. You’ve collaborated with Yonna many times and she was one of your first streamer friends.

When you arrive to the event you are met by cameras and streamers. Straight away you and your camera man head to the field and spark up stream, training and talking to teammates. While you’re talking to your camera you could feel someone staring at you , which is normal with all the people and cameras but it felt a little weird. Trusting your gut you turn around to see Ron and his cameraman Laiys “Oh? hey ron.. u scared me” You say as your cameraman adjusts the camera to show both of you in the frame.

Ron goes in for a side hug “Hey! nice to finally see you! we can be friends for now but later we gotta be enemies” he says jokingly as he hits your shoulder. “This is gonna be a lonnngg event” You say laughing “Have you seen Yonna? I’ve looked everywhere”

“Dude she’s in Kenya?”

“Kenya?” you say confused

“Kenya shut the fuck up” he says slapping his knee.

You walk away as you hit ur cameraman playfully for laughing.

“Keep that energy for when you’re losing boy” you say over your shoulder as you keep walking away. Ron shouts “Love you too” while watching you walk away for a minute before going back to talking to his cameraman .

The first event begins and it was 100m dash. You and your team decided it would be fair if you did this one. You’re going against Sakura, Ron, Rynenzo, Jason, Lydia violet and Benjy. As you line up Ron stands next to you “No WAY you’re doing this” Ron says clapping his hands together. “Saying that like im slow or something chill” You say fixing your hair making sure its not in the way “Nah, nah just surprised”

The race starts and you quickly pace yourself leaving Sakura and Jason behind you, Ron trying to catch up but he can’t. You reach the finish line getting second place and celebrate with your team. “Holy shit shes fast” you hear Ron say gasping for air. You cant help but smile. While talking with your team about the other games Ron runs up to you. “You never told me you were fast bro” he says resting his arm on your shoulder as he is stood and you are seated. “ I didn’t think i would have to..? what are you doing?” You saying looking up at him. He meets your gaze and a small smile escapes him. “Just tired” He says not breaking eye contact.

ooo shi

how she not folding 😭💔

they sure are comfy

he a lil too close

she enjoying this 😭😭

“Literally a seat right next to me” You say as you look at him confused.“Oh.. yeah there is” he says taking a seat next to you. As he sits down your arms and legs touch but neither of you move away. You look at your chat and laugh. “What?” he says giving his full attention. “Nothing they being stupid” You say shaking your head and putting your phone in your lap. After moments of talking about nothing relevant and grazing touches Yonna walks over. “Yall looking reaalll comfy right now but i need my partner back we got archery twin” she says walking towards you. “ah shit im already tired” you say standing up. Ron stands up and places his hand on your lower back and pats it lightly “ You got this girl”

Archery begins and you let your first bow shoot. Hitting it right in the bullseye. Your team begins to cheer as you celebrate but you see Ron clapping and cheering you on. “Dude shes on the other fucking team” Katie hits him. “I know! god forbid a guy supports his.. friend” he says pushing katie back. Katie side eyes her camera. “ She’s really good at this like actually really good, i wish she was in our team we would definitely win , look at the way-“ “Okay damn bro, you got a crush on her or something?” Katie says stepping away from him . “I never said that…” he says pulling his phone out like he had something important to do. “You never said you didn’t though” Katie says holding in a laugh. “Whatever bro…” He says walking away scratching the back of his neck.

The archery tournament wrapped up with Team USA taking the win. Your chat was absolutely losing it, flooding with clips of Ron cheering for you from across the field."See? I told you we had this girl," Yonna said wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You and Ron not breaking eye contact once while you walk away with Yonna was the first sign you both knew this wasn’t just friendship anymore.

A/n : Guys pls lmk if i should use “you” or “she” or “I” for future stories!

[beelovesfudd535]

lmfao???

[user122795]

could you write an adapt fic? potentially smut, and lowk a praise kink. maybe it's him coming back from su!! could the reader have like a normal job too?

btw im in love with your writing!! ur so talented.

WORTH THE WAIT, ADAPT

adapt (alex) x f!reader, word count: 1.5k

summary: after two months apart, alex finishing streamer university, you working your normal nine-to-five, you both crash back together in your shared apartment. the reunion starts with desperate kisses at the door and doesn't stop until you're both wrecked on the bed, then he takes care of you.

warnings & notes: 18+, praise kink, desperate s3x, established relationship, reader who has a normal job and is not a streamer, n1pple play? oral, dirty talk, p!inv s3x, aftercare, unprotected, dialogue heavy & lowkey nasty idkkkk….thank you for the support anon! <3

the deadbolt clicks open and your shoulder aches from the weight of your work bag.

you drop the keys in the bowl, clatter,and you don't even have the door fully shut before a pair of arms wraps around your waist from behind.

"fuck, you're home." his voice. his voice. 2 week of hearing it through your headphones and now it's pressed hot against your ear.

"alex." you let the bag slide off your shoulder, it hits the floor, neither of you care.

alex spins you around and his mouth finds yours like he's been holding his breath underwater and you're the surface.

his hands grab your face, fingers threading into your hair, and he kisses you like he's trying to memorize the shape of your lips all over again.

"missed you," he breathes against your mouth. "fucking missed you."

"i know." you pull back just enough to look at him. alex looks good. tired, but good. like the program wrung him out and hung him up to dry, but he's still standing. "you’re done?"

"i’m done." he grins, and there's that flash of cocky alex that made you fall for him in the first place. "best professor at streamer university by the way."

"of course you were.”

"i’m serious." his hands slide down to your hips, pulling you closer. "they gave me a whole speech. said I had the best professor presence they'd ever seen."

you roll your eyes. "and you're humble about it."

"fuck being humble." he dips his head, mouth hovering over your throat. "i wanna show you exactly how good I am at being present."

the laugh you start dies in your throat when his teeth graze your pulse point.

it’s been two weeks. two weeks of phone calls that cut out at bad hours, of facetimes where the lag made his laugh sound like a robot, of you coming home to an empty apartment that smelled like his laundry detergent fading from the sheets,

you’re so fucking needy for him it aches.

"alex.” your hands find the hem of his hoodie. "bedroom please, now."

he grabs your hand and pulls you through the apartment, past the couch where he's been sleeping for the past two nights, you saw the blanket on the floor when you walked in, and into the bedroom. the door clicks shut behind you.

"i’ve been thinking about this for weeks," he says, backing you toward the bed. "every night in that dorm, hearing other guys snoring, i just,” he shakes his head. "i needed you."

"show me."

his eyes go dark, he pushes you onto the mattress and you bounce once, twice, before he's on top of you.

his weight pressing you into the sheets. his mouth finds yours again, hungrier this time, and his hands start working at the buttons of your work blouse.

"fucking hate this shirt," he mutters against your neck.

"buy me a new one."

"oh, i will." he pops the last button and pushes the fabric aside. "gonna buy you a lot of things, gonna fucking spoil you until you can't walk."

his mouth moves down your chest, kissing the swell of your breasts above your bra. his fingers hook into the cups and pulls them down, and when his tongue hits your nipple you arch off the bed.

"fuck..”

"yeah." he looks up at you, lips wet. "that’s the noise I've been dreaming about."

he sucks harder, swirling his tongue until you're gasping, your fingers tangled in his hair.

his other hand slides down your stomach, past the waistband of your work pants, and he groans when he feels how wet you already are through your underwear.

"God." he presses his palm against you. "you’re fucking soaked for me."

"shut up."

"make me."

you pull him up by his hair and kiss him hard, biting his lower lip until he groans. "i need you inside me. now."

"say please."

"alex."

"say it." his hand cups your cunt, fingers pressing against the soaked fabric. "say please, and I'll give you everything you fucking want."

you’re so desperate you can barely form words. "please, please, alex."

"that’s my good girl."

he strips you in seconds, pants, underwear, bra, all of it tossed somewhere behind him.

then he sits back on his heels and looks at you, spread out on the bed, and his breath catches.

"fuck you're beautiful."

"are you gonna stare all night or..”

he laughs, low and rough. "i’m gonna do a lot more than stare."

he pulls his hoodie off then his shirt, then his sweats. his cock springs free, already hard, and you reach for him without thinking.

"someone’s urgent," he says, but his voice cracks on the word.

you wrap your fingers around him and stroke once, twice, watching his eyes flutter shut. there’s a bead of pre-cum at the tip and you smear it with your thumb, making him hiss.

"fuck, baby…"

"i’ve been waiting two weeks too." your hand moves faster, spreading his slickness down his shaft. "you think you're the only one who's been going crazy?"

he grabs your wrist.

"nope." he pins your hand above your head. "tonight, I'm taking care of you."

he lines himself up at your entrance and you feel the head of his cock pressing against you, just barely through your slick folds, and you hold your breath. “you ready?"

"just put it in already.”

he does, he pushes into you in one slow, steady thrust, and you both moan at the same time.

he fills you completely, stretching you in a way that makes your eyes roll back, and he stays there, buried to the hilt, letting you adjust.

"fuck." his forehead drops to yours. "you feel so fucking good."

"move.”

he does, he pulls out almost all the way and slams back in, and the sound of it, the wet noise of him fucking into you is the dirtiest thing you've ever heard.

"two weeks." his hips slam into yours.

"two weeks of sleeping in a fucking twin bed..” another thrust. "..thinking about your pussy…." another, …”and now I finally get to.."

his rhythm breaks, he fucks you faster, harder, his breathing ragged, his grip on your hip tight enough to bruise.

"i’m not gonna last," he admits. "i’m sorry, I just..”

"don’t be sorry." your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper. "cum inside me, please. I want to feel it."

he groans, long and low, and his thrusts turn sloppy. his hand slides down between your bodies, finding your clit, and he rubs tight circles against it while he fucks you.

"finish with me," he says. "cum on my cock, baby, i know you can do it."

you’re close, so close.

"look at me."

you force your eyes open. he’s staring down at you, pupils blown wide, lips parted.

"there you are," he whispers. "there’s my good girl."

that’s what does it, you clench around him, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through you, and he follows right behind, his hips stuttering as he empties inside you.

he keeps thrusting through it, fucking his cum deeper into you, until you're both twitching and oversensitive, he collapses on top of you.

for a long moment, neither of you move. the only sound is your breathing, heavy and stuttered, and the faint hum of the AC.

then he lifts his head. “stay right there."

alex slides out of you, and you whimper at the loss of him. but he's gone for only a second, returning with a warm washcloth and a towel.

he kneels between your legs, so gentle, and cleans you up with careful, reverent strokes.

"you did so good," he murmurs. "so good for me."

when he's done, he tosses the cloth aside and crawls into bed next to you, pulling you against his chest. his arms wrap around you tight, his nose burying into your hair.

"i missed you so much."

"i missed you too."

his hand strokes your back, slow and soothing. "you did so well tonight. letting me take care of you.”

"it felt good."

"good." he kisses the top of your head.

"sleep baby, i’m not going anywhere."

ese speaks: sorry i’ve been gone for a bit! I hope this is good for everyone! i also have a 3.1k angst/smut adapt fic but idk if it’s too long, lmk if you guys want it published! thank you <3

[zombiegirl4]

DADA

And his hair looks better too😍

[akaz2908]

[pboogerswbb]

i’m so unwell

[whitechocolateee535]

Okay Azzi was dancing and Paige looked like a dog that just got out of the water with that little shake 😭

[mygaynesshasnolimits]

Wow 🫠😍

[courtsideletters]

“ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ.”

pairing | paige bueckers x reader

genre | some typa friendship, somewhat fluff, basketball, pregame interview, smut

word count | 3.6k i think???

warning | smut smut smut + lots of dialogue

a/n | i don’t know i just really love paige’s lil pregame interviews, they’re cute sooooosooooo

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game days in dallas were always busy.

the arena was already hectic before most of the players had even made it inside.

cameras everywhere, fans lined up along the entrance, staff quickly moving around, and somewhere in the middle of all of it, you stood with a mini microphone in one hand and a camera in the other.

you’d been doing quick pregame questions for the wings for a while now.

nothing too serious.

favorite pregame meal, favorite song, who was most likely to be late, who talked the most in the locker room.

the usual.

you’d already gotten through a handful of players when you saw paige walking toward the entrance.

you immediately smiled.

“paigey!”

she looked over.

the second she saw the microphone in your hand, she smiled.

“oh, no.”

you held the camera up.

“oh, yes.”

“what are you doing?”

“my job.”

“what’s your job?”

“asking questions...”

paige shook her head as she walked over.

“you know i hate these.”

“well… everybody else answered so it’s your turn.”

“but i’m different.”

“you’re definitely not.”

she laughed.

you turned the camera toward her.

“ready?”

paige sighed dramatically.

“sure.”

you started recording.

“okay, paige. quick question before the game.”

“okay.”

“if you could steal one teammate’s entire pregame routine and make it yours, whose would you steal?”

paige thought for a second.

“hmm…”

you waited.

“probably—”

“wrong.”

paige immediately looked at you.

“i haven’t even answered!”

you giggled.

“you’re annoying.”

“okay, answer the question.”

paige finally gave you an answer, and you nodded along like it was the most important information you’d ever received.

“interesting.”

“what?”

“i just didn’t expect that.”

“why?”

“i don’t know. i thought you’d pick someone else.”

paige narrowed her eyes.

“okay, what’s your answer?”

“i’m the interviewer.”

“that doesn’t mean you can’t answer.”

you laughed before answering, zaza.

“okay, okay. next question.”

paige shook her head.

you glanced down at your little list.

then looked back at her, staring at her eyes for a second.

“actually…”

paige immediately looked suspicious.

“what?”

“i have a different question for you.”

“why?”

“because.”

“that’s not an answer.”

you sighed and turned the microphone toward her.

“okay. if you had to let one person on this team pick your outfit for a very important event, who are you trusting?”

paige blinked.

“that’s the question?”

“yes.”

“what kind of event?”

“a very important one.”

“that’s not specific.”

“that’s all you’re getting.”

paige looked off to the side, thinking.

“probably… odyssey..”

you immediately made a face.

“really?”

“yes.”

“you trust her?”

“i do.”

“with your whole outfit?”

“yes.”

“interesting.”

“why do you keep saying interesting?”

“because i’m kind of judging your answer.”

paige laughed.

“you asked me!”

“it doesn’t matter!”

“but there’s no wrong answer!”

“there is today.”

paige shook her head, laughing.

“okay, i’m done.”

you smiled at the camera.

“and that’s paige bueckers.”

“thank gosh.”

you stopped recording.

the second the camera went down, paige relaxed.

“you really were trying to make me nervous.”

“i wasn’t.”

“you absolutely were.”

“maybe a little.”

paige laughed.

“you could’ve just asked me the same question as everybody else.”

“where’s the fun in that?”

“seems like you enjoy embarrassing me.”

“a little.”

“see?”

you smiled.

“you’ll survive.”

paige looked toward the court entrance.

“hopefully.”

you pointed toward her.

“go.”

paige started walking away then you quickly called after her.

“paige!”

she turned around.

“hm?”

“good luck.”

she smiled.

“thank you.”

⸻

the game was a good one.

you spent most of it moving around, getting footage, talking to fans, checking your notes and keeping track of what you still needed to record.

the wings kept the lead.

and by the fourth quarter, everybody could feel the win coming.

when the final buzzer sounded, the arena erupted.

you smiled as the players celebrated on the court.

another win.

you stayed back for a while, finishing up what you needed before starting to pack everything away.

you were halfway through putting your equipment together when you heard someone behind you.

“you said you wanted to see me after the game?”

you looked up.

paige was standing there, still in her uniform.

you smiled and bit your bottom lip at her tall figure.

“i said good luck.”

“no.”

she shook her head.

“you said you’d see me after.”

“i did not.”

“you did.”

“i don’t remember that.”

“well, i do.”

you laughed.

“okay, fine.”

paige smiled.

“so?”

you looked at her.

“so what?”

“you wanted to see me.”

you shook your head, smiling.

“let’s go the bathroom.”

⸻

you both moved fast after that, slipping into the nearest bathroom. the second the door swung shut behind you, paige’s hand found the small of your back, guiding you into the first open stall.

the lock clicked.

she had you pressed against the cold metal wall before you could even catch your breath. her mouth was on yours right away, tongue sliding past your lips while her hands worked at your waistband.

she shoved your pants and underwear down in one quick motion, fingers already slipping between your thighs like she’d been waiting all night.

“fuck, you’re already wet,” she whispered against your mouth, two fingers dragging through your slick folds. “been thinking about this since the interview, huh?”

you nodded, biting back a moan when she circled your clit.

her free hand came up to cover your mouth, eyes locked on yours. “shh, mama. gotta stay quiet for me.”

she pushed two fingers inside you, slow at first, then curling just right.

your hips jerked forward and she grinned, pumping them deeper, thumb rubbing tight circles over your clit. “that’s it. let it out for me, mama. i got you.”

your head fell back against the stall wall, thighs shaking as she fucked you with steady, filthy strokes.

every time you got loud she’d shush you again, lips brushing your ear, voice low and sweet. “so good for me. taking my fingers so well. you gonna cum for me right here?”

you nodded frantically, clenching around her fingers as the pressure built fast.

she didn’t let up, curling them just right until your whole body tensed and you came hard, biting down on her palm to muffle the sound. paige worked you through it, slowing her fingers but not pulling out until your legs stopped shaking.

she kissed your forehead, then your cheek, murmuring soft praises against your skin.

“there’s my girl. so fucking pretty when you cum for me.” she eased her fingers out, glistening and slick, and brought them up to your lips.

you opened without hesitation, sucking them clean while holding her gaze. her pupils blew wide watching you, free hand sliding into your hair.

you pulled off her fingers with a soft pop, then leaned in to kiss along her jaw, down her neck, sucking a mark just below her ear.

paige’s breath hitched, one hand gripping your hip as you worked another hickey into her skin.

“shit,” she breathed, tilting her head to give you more room.

“gonna leave proof i was here, huh?”

you smiled against her throat, teeth grazing lightly. she pulled you closer, one leg sliding between yours again, but before either of you could go further the bathroom door creaked open.

paige froze, lips brushing your ear as she whispered, “we’re not done yet, mama. not even close.”

⸻

a/n | so… hi everyone! 🤗

[fuddsprincess]

[wonderwhytheycare]

[ijslikewbb]

IM DEAD CUS WDYM SHE RLY DONE WENT AND STARTED A RUN CLUB😭😭 man these wnba players rly js be out here doin anything😭

[akaz2908]

[rhodemiu]

CHAPTER ELEVEN: 𝒿ust 𝒻riends.

🥽/🍁 SUMMARY ✶ You and Jason decide to shop on stream which, of course, makes both of your fan bases go absolutely insane. Marlon decides to apologize and talks about future events erupt. Is three weeks all of a sudden not enough time?

🥽/🍁 DISCLAIMERS & WARNINGS ✶ swearing, drinking. not proofread, may be misspellings.

🥽/🍁 TAGLIST ✶ @httpjoints @i8wruby @whimsical-bubble33 @hollymurdock @sofloveswbb @leahbeahhh @moonzsh @gsalcedo

🥽/🍁 NOTE FROM VAL ✶ Kai and Speed finally did it 🥹🥹 | MOODBOARD |

THE CORE HOUSE had developed a very specific kind of morning routine. Nobody woke up at the same time, nobody ate breakfast at the same time. And nobody, under any circumstances, knew where their own belongings were.

By eleven, you had already found one of Jason’s hoodies in the bathroom, Laiys’s camera battery in the refrigerator, and a single sneaker sitting inexplicably in the middle of the kitchen counter.

You were standing in the kitchen, staring at the sneaker, when Jason walked past you with a coffee. “You gonna move that?”

You pointed at it, “That’s not mine.”

“Didn’t ask if it was.”

“Why would I move it?”

“Because you’re closer.”

You looked at him, he looked at you. Neither of you moved.

Finally, Jason sighed, walked over, picked up the sneaker, and carried it upstairs. You smiled into your coffee.

“You’re welcome,” he called from the hallway.

“I didn’t say thank you.”

“I know.”

An hour later, you were sitting in the passenger seat of Jason’s car with a camera pointed at both of you. Ybg, Jason’s cameraman, sat in the back.

The plan was simple. A shopping stream, nothing complicated.

You needed a few things for the upcoming party, Jason needed clothes, and apparently the Core House had decided that watching the two of you argue over what to buy counted as entertainment.

Jason started the stream before he’d even pulled out of the driveway. “What’s up everybody?” The chat immediately started moving.

JASE AND GIRL NEXT DOOR

SHOPPING STREAM

YBG WE MISSED YOU

ARE THEY FINALLY ADDRESSING THE RUMORS

Jason glanced at the screen. “Absolutely not.”

You laughed, “You’ve been streaming for thirty seconds.”

“And I’m already tired.”

Ybg laughed from the back, “That’s probably a record.”

Jason pulled onto the road. “Today we’re shopping.”

“For what?”

“Stuff.”

You looked at him, “Very descriptive.”

“I’m not giving away the itinerary.”

“You don’t have an itinerary.”

“I have a vision.”

“You have a credit card.”

Ybg made a noise behind the camera, the chat exploded.

SHE GOT HIM

HIS FACE 😭

JASON PLAY DEFENSE

Jason glanced at you, “You’re getting bold.”

“I’ve always been like this.”

“I know.” The way he said it made you smile.

Your first stop was a designer clothing store.

You needed something for the upcoming party, and after walking around for nearly twenty minutes, you found a top you liked.

You held it up, “What do you think?”

Jason looked over, “It’s cute, get it.”

You checked the price tag. “Absolutely not.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not paying that much for a top.”

Jason reached for it, “I’ll get it.”

You immediately pulled it away, “No sir.”

“Why?”

“Because I can buy my own clothes.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you offering?”

“Because I want to.”

“Still no.”

Jason looked at Ybg, “She’s difficult.”

Ybg shrugged. “I’ve been watching you two for an hour.”

“You don’t know anything.”

“I know enough.”

You laughed.

Jason took the top back off the hanger, “Fine.” He held it out, “Consider it a birthday present.”

“My birthday is in December.”

“Exactly.”

“That’s two months away.”

“I plan ahead.”

“You’ve known me for like five minutes.”

“More than five minutes.”

“Still.”

He smiled, “Just take the top.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re annoying.”

“You like me.” The words slipped out so naturally that neither of you reacted for a second.

Then Ybg made a quiet choking sound behind the camera, the chat went insane.

OH

HE DID NOT

YOU LIKE ME???

You felt your face warm, Jason simply smiled and walked toward the register.

You followed, “You can’t just say things like that.”

“I can.”

“Jay.”

“Relax.” He glanced over his shoulder, “I know.”

The shopping trip continued like that. Every time you picked something up, Jason would ask if you wanted it. Every time he tried to pay, you refused.

Eventually, you started jokingly hiding behind Ybg whenever Jason approached the checkout counter. “This is harassment.”

“I’m trying to be nice.”

“You’re trying to spend all your money.”

“It’s my money.”

“And?”

“And I can spend it.”

“On yourself.”

“Maybe I want to spend it on you.”

You stopped walking, Ybg slowly lowered the camera, but it was too late. Chat already saw.

just date atp bro

it’s just content 😭😭

Jason wilinnn

Jason realized what he’d said. He cleared his throat, “I mean…”

You smiled, “I know what you meant.”

He smiled back. “Good.”

By the time you returned to the Core House, the sun was beginning to set. The house had transformed again.

Adapt had dragged a grill onto the patio. String lights had been turned on. The pool lights were glowing. Music played through the outdoor speakers.

The boys had decided on a barbecue. Of course, everyone was streaming.

You walked outside and immediately heard Ron yell, “MOM AND DAD ARE BACK!” Laiys snickered behind the camera.

You stopped. Jason groaned, “Ignore him.”

“I heard that!”

“You were supposed to bitch.”

Everyone laughed.

Dinner became chaotic almost immediately.

Ron burned the first batch of burgers, Silky forgot the buns, Lacy was arguing about whether grilled corn counted as a vegetable.

You sat at the outdoor table with 2 cold Smirnoffs while Jason stood near the grill. You pass one to him as he accepted it before sitting down.

He looked over every few minutes, “You good?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“You ate?”

“Yes.”

“Actually?”

“Yes.”

He nodded, “Okay.”

You smiled, “You keep checking.”

“I know.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “Because you forget to take care of yourself when you’re busy.”

You stared at him for a second, “You’ve noticed that?”

“Obviously.”

You smiled softly. “That’s kind of sweet.”

“Don’t tell anybody.”

You pretended to think about it, “Too late.”

The evening continued. Everyone was laughing, the streams were still running. The chat moved too quickly to read.

At one point, you were sitting beside Jason on the outdoor couch while everyone debated which movie to watch afterward.

You leaned closer to see something on his phone. “What are you looking at?”

“Chat.”

“What are they saying?” He turned the screen toward you.

JASON STOP LOOKING AT HER LIKE THAT

BRO THINKS WE DON’T SEE IT

GIRL LOOK AT HIM

You laughed, “They’re ridiculous.”

“You encourage them.”

“How?”

“You keep smiling at me.”

You looked at him, “Maybe you’re funny.”

“Maybe?”

“Sometimes.”

He smiled. “I’ll take it.”

Eventually, Marlon approached you. “Hey.”

You looked up, “Hey.”

“Can I talk to you?”

You hesitated. “Sure.”

He nodded toward the hallway. You followed him through the first floor to his room. His room was quiet compared with the patio.

He left the door open. For a moment, neither of you said anything.

Then Marlon sighed, “I wanted to apologize.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

“I’ve been making things weird.”

“A little.”

He gave a small laugh, “Yeah.” He looked down. “I shouldn’t have done what I did at the party.”

“You don’t have to keep apologizing.”

“I know,” He paused, “but I wanted to.”

You smiled faintly. “Thank you.”

Marlon looked at you. “And I meant what I said about liking you.”

You didn’t look surprised. “I figured.”

“I think you’re beautiful.”

You smiled awkwardly, “Thanks.”

“And you’re funny.”

“Okay.”

“Smart.”

“You’re really committed to this list.”

He laughed, “I’m serious.”

“I know.”

He sat on the edge of his bed, “I just wanted you to know that it wasn’t some random thing.”

You nodded. “I appreciate that.”

He took a breath, “But I understand.”

You looked at him. “Understand what?”

“That you like Jay.”

Your eyebrows lifted, “How did you—”

“Come on.” He laughed. “It’s not exactly a secret.”

You smiled. “Yeah.”

Marlon nodded. “What is it about him?”

You thought about it, “I don’t know.”

“That’s not an answer.”

You laughed softly. “I know.” You looked down at your hands. “It just feels different.”

“Different how?”

You smiled despite yourself, “Ive never really had someone give me butterflies.”

Marlon nodded slowly. “That’s corny.”

“I know.”

“But…” He smiled, “Kind of cute.”

You laughed. “I told you it was corny.”

He stood, “I’m glad you’re happy.”

You looked at him. “Thank you.”

He opened the door. “Go.”

“Go where?”

“Your boyfriend is probably wondering where you are.”

You rolled your eyes, “He’s not my boyfriend.”

Marlon smiled. “Not yet.”

You shook your head as you walked back downstairs.

Jason immediately noticed you, “There you are.”

“Hi.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

He studied your expression. “What did he want?”

“To apologize.”

Jason nodded, “Okay.”

“He did.”

“I’m glad.”

You sat beside him. “He also said he understands.”

“Good.”

You smiled, “He knows.”

“Knows what?”

“That I like you.”

Jason went quiet. The noise of the patio seemed to disappear for a second. “You told him?”

“Kind of.”

He smiled. “Okay.”

You looked at him. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“You have that face.”

“What face?”

“The one where you’re trying not to smile.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You laughed, “You’re terrible at hiding things.”

“So are you.”

You nudged his shoulder. “Shut up.”

He smiled, “Make me.”

You stared at him. He stared back, then both of you started laughing.

From across the patio, Ron yelled, “WE CAN STILL SEE YOU TWO!”

You immediately grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. Jason laughed so hard he nearly dropped his phone.

By midnight, the streams finally started winding down. The backyard was quieter. The grill had been turned off. Most of the house had moved inside.

You sat on the porch steps with Jason beside you. The city lights stretched beyond the backyard.

“You know,” he said, “three weeks isn’t very long.”

You looked over, “I know.”

“You still have to go back.”

“Yeah.”

“And your birthday’s in December.”

You smiled. “You remembered.”

“Of course.”

“What are you planning?”

“I’m not telling you.”

“You don’t even know.”

“I’ll figure something out.”

You laughed, “You better.”

He smiled. “I will.”

For a moment, neither spoke. Then he looked at you, “I’m glad you came here.”

You smiled. “Me too.”

The words were simple, but they carried more weight than either of you acknowledged.

Inside, someone shouted that they’d ordered pizza.

You stood, grabbing his hand, “Come on.”

Jason followed. “What?”

“Pizza.”

“You’re always hungry.”

“Okay rude. And you’re always paying for things.”

He laughed. “Fair.”

You walked back into the house together. Neither of you noticed Ybg still standing near the doorway with his camera.

The red recording light was on, and somewhere in the back of the camera…He had captured another moment the internet would probably lose its mind over.