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[culturedmoon]

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┆⤷ this blog will be used for 18+ fics minors dni

┆⤷ i am black and write with black readers in mind, any use of the n word will be put in the description.

┆⤷ i write for twitch streamers, youtubers, celebrities

┆⤷ masterlist below ⬇️

┆⤷ twitch streamers x reader⬇️

❀ jason the ween:

- or what

❀ ishowspeed

- princess going digital

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┆⤷ celebrity x reader ⬇️

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[culturedmoon]

Princess Going Digital

Content: IShowSpeed x Plus size! Fem Reader

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, p in v, online-> irl relationship, talking you through it, oral (m receiving), semi inexperienced reader.

Wc: 1.6k+

requested by myshioverlyiceddd

(my anonymous ask are open for request, send them in)

The purple glow of your setup bathed the room, but you weren't looking at the screens. You were curled up in your chair, twisting a strand of hair around your finger, staring at the Discord chat. You and Darren had been talking for months: late-night calls and a tension that lived in the quiet spaces between your laughs. You were always the soft-spoken one, the girl who blushed at his compliments, while Darren was the storm to your calm.

Until today.

"Yo, chat! We really out here!" Darren’s voice boomed through the handheld camera (a/n: he didn’t bring his camera man) as he marched toward your door. "I'm finally meeting her! Let's go!"

When you opened the door, you didn't smirk or play it cool. You stood there with a shy, tentative smile, hands clasped in front of you. You were wearing a mini dress that hugged every lush curve, the fabric stretching gently over your wide hips and the soft, rounded swell of your stomach.

Darren froze. The chaotic energy vanished. His gaze traveled slowly from your toes up to your blushing cheeks, his eyes darkening.

"Damn," he breathed, his voice dropping into a lower rumble. "You... you're even more beautiful than I imagined. For real, ma."

"Hi, Darren," you whispered, your eyes fluttering down to the floor.

He didn't wait for an invitation. He stepped inside, his presence filling the room. He reached out, his large hand cupping your chin to lift your gaze. "Look at me, baby. Don't be shy now."

The IRL stream was a blur. You followed his lead, your small hand tucked into the crook of his arm, leaning into him. Every time he spoke, there was a protective, dominant edge to it, his hand resting firmly on the small of your back, feeling the softness of your skin through the dress. He loved the contrast of his lean, hard frame against your pillowy curves.

"I'm tellin' you, chat, she's an angel!" Darren yelled, though his eyes stayed on you, watching the way you bit your lip when he pulled you closer.

"I... I think we should end the stream," you murmured.

Darren grinned, a predatory glint in his eye. "You heard her, chat! We're out! I gotta take care of my girl. Peace!"

The moment the "Stream Offline" notification hit, the air turned heavy. Darren didn't give you a chance to move. He pinned you gently but firmly against the wall, his chest brushing against your breasts.

"You've been so quiet all day," he mumbled, his voice a low vibration. "You still nervous, mama? Tell me."

"A little," you whispered, your chest heaving.

"I got you," he murmured, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of your neck. "Just relax for me. I'm gonna take care of everything. Just follow my lead, alright?"

He leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a slow tease before he finally claimed your mouth. The kiss was dominant, demanding. He tasted like sweet desire, his tongue sliding against yours. You let out a soft, whimpering moan, your hands clutching his shirt, your body molding itself to his hardness.

He pulled back an inch, breathing ragged. "You like that? Tell me you like it."

"Yes... I love it," you breathed.

"Good girl.” His hand slid down, gripping the fullness of your ass and lifting you, pressing your soft thighs against his waist. "Now, I want you to do something for me. I've been thinking about this since the first call. Get on your knees, baby. Right here. Do it for me."

Your heart hammered, but you obeyed, slowly sinking to the floor. You looked up at him, eyes wide and eager to please. Darren looked down at you with pure possession.

"That's it. Now, reach for my belt," he commanded. "Slowly. I want you to see exactly what you're doing to me."

With trembling fingers, you undid his belt and slid his pants and boxers down. His dick sprang free, thick, pulsing, and fully erect. You gasped softly.

"Don't be scared," he whispered, his hand resting on top of your head, guiding you closer. "Just take your time. Start with your tongue. Lick the head for me, ma. Let me feel how soft you are."

You obeyed, your tongue swirling around the rim, tasting the salty pre-cum. Darren let out a guttural groan, his fingers tightening slightly in your hair. "Yeah... just like that. Now take it. All of it. Open wide for me."

You parted your lips, sliding your mouth over the head and slowly taking the length of him. You gagged slightly as he hit the back of your throat, and Darren immediately slowed down, his voice soothing but firm. "Easy, baby. Just breathe. I got you. Just swallow it down... there you go. Good girl."

Encouraged, you pushed further, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked him deep, your soft lips creating a tight, hot vacuum around his shaft. Darren’s hips began to twitch, his breathing becoming short, ragged bursts.

"Fuck, you're so sweet... so fucking perfect," he panted. "Keep going. Don't stop. I'm close, mama. I'm so close. Just keep sucking it... take it all!"

He began to thrust his hips forward, his movements becoming more urgent. He guided your head, pushing himself deeper into your throat, claiming every inch of you. With a final, strangled cry, Darren snapped, his body shuddering as he unloaded a thick, hot stream of cum deep into your throat.

You swallowed instinctively, taking every drop, your eyes watering as you finished him off.

As you pulled away, a thin string of saliva connecting you, Darren leaned back against the wall, spent but still looking at you with that possessive hunger. He reached down, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

He reached down, gripping your arms and pulling you up with an effortless strength. He didn't give you a second to breathe before he spun you around, pressing your front flat against the wall. The cool surface felt sharp against your skin, contrasting with the heat of his body slamming into your back. He gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your plush curves, pulling your ass back hard against his thighs.

"You feel that?" he whispered in your ear, his breath hot. "I'm still hard for you. I can't even get it to go down because you're just... damn."

He reached down, bunching up the fabric of your dress, sliding it up over your hips until it was gathered around your waist. He didn't have you wearing anything underneath, and the moment your bare skin hit the air, he let out a low growl. He slid a hand between your thighs, his fingers finding your wetness instantly.

"Look at you," he murmured, rubbing his thumb over your clit. "You're soaking for me, mama. You've been wanting this just as bad as I have, huh?"

"Yes... please, Darren," you whimpered, your head leaning back against his shoulder, your eyes fluttering shut.

"I got you. Just relax for me," he commanded, his voice steady and authoritative. He shifted his grip, lifting one of your legs and hooking it over his hip, opening you up completely. He positioned the head of his dick right against your entrance, teasing the opening, sliding in and out just a fraction of an inch.

"I'm gonna slide inside you now. Just breathe through it, baby. I'm gonna go slow."

He pushed forward, a slow, deliberate thrust that filled you completely. You let out a loud, sharp moan, your fingers clawing at the wall. You were tight, your soft walls gripping him like a vice, and Darren groaned, his forehead resting against the back of your neck.

"Fuck... you're so tight, ma. You feel so good," he panted. He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to the size of him, his hand rubbing circles into your hip to soothe you. "You okay? You good for me?"

"Yes... it feels... so good," you breathed, your voice trembling.

"That's my girl," he whispered. He began to move, starting with shallow, rhythmic thrusts that built the tension. Every time he hit your spot, you let out a soft, high-pitched sound that only made him push harder. He started picking up the pace, his movements becoming more aggressive, more dominant. The sound of your skin slapping together filled the room, a raw, wet rhythm.

He reached around, grabbing your breast, squeezing the soft flesh as he hammered into you from behind. "You're mine, you hear me? All this... all this softness... it's all mine."

"I'm yours... Darren, please... more," you begged, your body shaking with every impact.

He didn't hold back. He gripped your beautifully plush waist tight , and began to drive into you with everything he had. He was relentless, claiming every inch of you, his dick hitting deep and hard. You were lost in it, the feeling of being completely taken over by him, the way he guided your body and controlled the pace.

"I'm close, mama... I'm right there," he groaned, his voice breaking. He accelerated, his thrusts becoming short and powerful, pinning you harder and harder against the wall. You felt your own climax building, a tidal wave of heat crashing through your core.

"Give it it to me ma, cum fa’me” he commanded.

As if on cue, your muscles clamped down on him in a series of intense spasms. You cried out, your body arching as you peaked, the pleasure overwhelming. The feeling of you tightening around him was the final straw for Darren. He let out a guttural shout, thrusting one last time as deep as he could go, his body shuddering violently as he filled you with hot, thick loads of cum.

He stayed buried inside you for a long time, both of you panting, the only sound in the room, the heavy thud of your hearts. He slowly slid out, the wet sound echoing in the silence. He didn't let you go, though; he turned you around in his arms, wrapping his limbs around your soft frame and pulling you into a tight, protective embrace.

"See?" he whispered, breathless. "I told you I'd take care of you."

[amouriiess]

Hey I was wondering if you could do a fic of all the core boys and reader messing around at streamer U at night just playing around. But there not on streams though it’s just all them hanging. I think that would be a good fic thankss☺️

LATE NIGHTS! | core

౨ৎ 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. c

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.

#AMOURIIESS SPEAKS: thank you for this request i hope you like it!! i do apologize if it’s not the best because it’s super short and kinda rushed but i wanted to post something for you guys🫩.

[culturedmoon]

Or What?

Content: Streamer University 2026, Jason The Ween x Reader

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, p in v, flirting, dirty talk, you know what you want and you’re gonna get it period.

Wc: 990+

The energy in the Streamer University dining hall was pure chaos: a loud, flashing mess of ring lights, handheld cameras, and a hundred different streams going live at once. You navigated through the crowd with a level of confidence that had the whole room shifting their gaze. You weren't some desperate fan girl; you were a baddie, and you knew exactly how you moved. The only reason you’d gone viral was because you were the first girl with enough nerve to actually admit you were feeling Jason the Ween. You didn't thirst over niggas, they usually thirsted over you, but Jay was different. He had that energy that actually matched yours.

You looked effortless. Your natural curls were snatched back into a sleek bun, and your thick curves were hugged perfectly by a baby pink Juicy Couture tracksuit. With your Dunks clicking against the floor, you felt the eyes of every streamer in the building on you, but you didn't give them a glance.

Suddenly, the vibe shifted. The Clover Boys had officially taken over the center of the hall, turning the dining area into a makeshift club. The heavy bass of "Or What" by 42 and NBA YoungBoy kicked in, the beat rattling the windows. Jason was right there, dead center of the dance circle, hyped up and feeding off the energy.

As the lyrics hit—“I like pills and Percocetsssss yessss”—you decided it was time to stop playing. You stepped into the circle, the cameras swiveling toward you instantly. You didn't say a word; you just turned your back to him and dropped it low. You began to twerk, your thick ass shaking rhythmically, the velour fabric of the Juicy suit sliding against your skin as you ground your backside sensually against Jason’s crotch.

Jason let out a loud, surprised laugh, leaning back into Tylil, who caught him and held him up. Jason’s hands instinctively reached out to grip your hips, pulling you tighter against him so he could feel every bounce of your cheeks. You could practically hear the collective scream of both your chats exploding in a frenzy of "W" and "HE REALLY HER TYPE." You looked back over your shoulder, giving him a playful, hooded gaze that told him exactly where this was heading.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚

After curfew, the dorms were quiet, but the tension in your room was screaming. You’d already handled your roommate, making sure she was out for the night so you could have the space to yourself. When the knock finally came, you didn't rush. You took your time walking to the door, knowing exactly what he wanted.

You opened the door to find Jason, looking just as hyped as he was in the dining hall, but with a hunger in his eyes that wasn't for a dance party.

"Damn, you really tried to kill me in the dining hall, huh?" Jason whispered, stepping inside and kicking the door shut behind him.

You leaned back against the dresser, crossing your arms and giving him a smirk. "You looked like you needed a little something to keep you focused, Jay."

Jason chuckled, stepping into your space and pinning you against the wood. "You think you're real slick, don't you? I seen the clips. I know you been wanting this."

"I said I liked you, Jay. I didn't say I was desperate," you teased, your voice low. "But since you already here... you gonna keep talking or you gonna show me what you're working with?"

He didn't need to be told twice. He stripped you out of the Juicy tracksuit, his hands roaming over your thick thighs and hips, praising the way you were built. He had you stripped bare and pushed back onto the bed, the sheets cool against your skin.

Jason moved between your legs, his eyes locked on yours. He shifted his position, sliding down the bed until he reached your feet. You gasped as he grabbed your ankle, pulling your foot up to his face. He looked up at you with a smirk before sliding your toes into his mouth, sucking on them with a wet, rhythmic intensity. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity straight to your clit, making your hips arch off the mattress.

"Mmm, you taste so fucking good," he mumbled around your toes, his tongue swirling around them before he finally crawled back up your body.

He hovered over you, his hard cock brushing against your soaking wet cunt. He gripped your wrists, pinning them above your head as he aligned himself. With one heavy, decisive thrust, he buried himself deep inside you.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Jason groaned, his face contorting in pleasure. He began to pump into you in a steady, punishing missionary rhythm. Every time he slammed his hips forward, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

"Tell me you wanted this," he commanded, his voice dripping with dominance. "Tell me you've been thinking about this dick since the dining hall."

"I told you... I wanted you, Pa," you moaned, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist to pull him even deeper. "Just keep fucking me like that."

"I got you," he grunted, picking up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and more desperate. "I'm gonna fill you up so deep you'll feel me in your throat. You're such a little slut for me, aren't you?"

The dirty talk pushed you over the edge. You felt the orgasm building, a tidal wave of heat crashing through your core. Jason felt it too, his movements becoming frantic, his breath coming in short, jagged gasps.

"I'm coming... fuck, Imma nut in you mama!" he groaned, delivering a few final, deep lunges before shuddering violently. He collapsed against you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he fucked his warm cum deep into you.

You lay there in silence, both of you breathing hard, knowing that while the world saw a viral clip, you were the only one who actually got the prize.