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[vmantras]

Oppo Reno 14 Pro 5G Review – A Premium Statement with Bold Ambition

The Oppo Reno 14 Pro 5G, unveiled on May 15, 2025, stands as Oppo’s flagship-level offering wrapped in a stylish shell with a balanced mix of innovation, design, and performance. Though not yet launched in India, this device already signals Oppo’s intent to rival the best from Samsung, Google, and Xiaomi. Here’s a closer look at what makes this phone tick—and whether it’s worth your…

[rashid92786]

Oppo और Vivo को गुरुघंटाल बनाने आ रहा है OnePlus का धाकड़ स्मार्टफोन, फीचर्स हुआ लीक

OnePlus Ace 3 स्मार्टफोन बाजार में तहलका मचाने को तैयार है, जो अपने अभूतपूर्व फीचर्स के साथ Oppo और Vivo जैसे ब्रांडों को टक्कर देने आ रहा है। इस फोन के अनावरण से पहले ही, इसके शानदार स्पेसिफिकेशन्स और नवीनतम तकनीकी सुविधाओं की जानकारी लीक हो गई है, जो ग्राहकों के बीच उत्सुकता को और बढ़ा रही है। वनप्लस ऐस 3 न केवल आकर्षक डिजाइन प्रदान करता है, बल्कि उच्च-क्षमता वाले प्रोसेसर, उन्नत कैमरा सिस्टम…

[divinedomainn]

Stream and Scream | reader x multiple men

PROLOGUE ▷ || play next song? summary : You started an OnlyFans to pay rent. Then came Fuck-a-Fan Fridays, one lucky subscriber, one masked hookup, all caught on camera. It’s anonymous. It’s hot. It’s getting you more subscribers. All good right? 'Till it turns out the ones watching you are your classmates and professors.

contains : camgirl!reader x a whole ass roster, rotating cast, university AU, smut, porn with kinda a crack plot, casual sex, anonymous sex, exhibitionism, recording, oral sex, piv sex, rough kinky sex, everyone wants to fuck reader, reader is kinda... willfully ignorant

A/N : hii this is my first time writing something like this but im SUPER excited. let me know your thoughts who do you think should come first :))

Being broke wasn’t a personality trait, but sweet neptune, it was starting to feel like your entire identity. Third-year cursed techniques major at Jujutsu University? Check. Half-assing your degree with the enthusiasm of a soggy napkin? Also check. Part-time job that paid in existential dread and maybe $11 an hour? Triple check. You were one bounced rent payment away from selling a kidney, and honestly, that kidney was looking pretty damn optional.

So yeah, when the idea of starting an OnlyFans first crossed your brain—mid-scroll on TikTok, wine drunk on a shared bottle of cooking wine with your equally poor friends, and flopped on your shitty single bed—you didn’t laugh it off. You snorted, scoffed, and muttered something bitter, "Bet her rent’s paid," while watching some girl with lip fillers and a Gucci hoodie flaunt her brand-new car, courtesy of her tit pics. You sighed and stared at the water stain on your ceiling like it held the answers.

Then rent day came. Your bank account proudly displayed a majestic $7.24. Your landlord's emails had shifted from "gentle reminder :)" to "we will pursue legal action," and you had a full-blown spiral that ended with you Googling “how to fake your own death” before switching to “how to start an OnlyFans without your mom finding out.”

And somehow—somehow—you were fucking good at it.

Not just good. Thriving.

Turns out all you needed was a ten-dollar ring light, some bargain-bin lingerie that only looked expensive if you angled your body like a Tumblr-era contortionist, and perhaps the illusion that the people that were viewing your content weren't real. You didn’t even show your face. Just your body - though sometimes doing private videos for the right price, some sultry poses, a well-placed pout you’d perfected in the mirror while pretending to be some sort of pornstar bombshell, and boom—you were in business. Real business. Like, able to pay your rent in full and order takeout everyday no sweat.

It escalated fast. One day you’re nervously posting some artsy nudes, the next you’re getting tipped fifty bucks just for answering questions like, “What’s your favorite color (and can you say it while biting your lip)?” You were sitting in your crusty dorm room still, surrounded by your influx of takeout boxes and cursed technique textbooks you hadn’t opened in weeks, realizing you were somehow becoming a one-woman empire.

So naturally, the next step was chaos: livestreaming. You had heard that could bring in thousands in one night - and honestly? You were starting to build up at least a few hundred subscribers.

“Fuck it,” you said, setting up your laptop, adjusting your ring light, and channeling your inner seductress while fighting back a nervous breakdown, ensuring your mask covered your face fully and that your wig covered all your real hair. Your first camgirl stream was a whirlwind. You were shaking, sweating, probably looking one glitch away from buffering into another dimension with your cracked setup - but the chat?

Tips flying. Comments rolling. People calling you a goddess. Practically throwing money at you to get you to do stuff you had (ashamedly) done for free for other men. Another said they’d sell their soul for a moan.

That was the moment you knew.

You’d made it. Well, all things considered atleast.

Rent? Paid. Groceries? Not a single ramen pack in sight anymore, just takeout bags. Your mental health? Still dicey, but at least now you could afford therapy.

What you didn’t know, though, what no part of your clout filled brain could have prepared for - was that some of the top tippers in your chat? The ones dropping money and borderline-feral compliments like... SixEyesOnly: stretch like that and make that noise again and i think i miiiight just send you an extra 100. OfficeAfterHours: Tipped 50. Please buy yourself some food. And wear socks. It's cold out. (For some reason you followed what he said.) EmoWithaBoner: squeeze the toy harder. pretend its my fuckin neck. Yeah. You saw them every damn day. In class. At the cafeteria. In the fucking jujutsu training hall at college. In all honesty you perhaps weren't the sharpest tool in the shed when it came to connecting the dots. Really.

But that disaster? That story comes later. For now, you were just a broke, horny, slightly unhinged college student who had accidentally stumbled into a side hustle that was by all means paying more than anything you could possibly do with a degree.

And baby, business was booming.

[dragongirlsnout]

this is a fucking cinematic masterpiece. the insanely loud phone notifications. the vape hits. the way he just keeps pulling away from the cops. obsessively checking the mirror. the TRIPLE CAMERA dashcam setup

[merrybloomwrites]

A Podcast Love Story

Summary: The story of Shayne & Y/N, as told through a series of podcasts

AN: This story was inspired by a request from someone that tumblr isn't letting me tag, so that's dumb lol

Also, I tried to follow the actual timeline of when these podcasts were posted but I did take some creative liberty, so some things might not match up with when the were really posted irl

Wordcount: 3.4K

CW: very light mention of smut, talk about pregnancy

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SmoshCast #75 – How Shayne and Courtney Feel About Being Shipped Together

Dating someone who’s in the public eye was not entirely unexpected. You live in Los Angeles after all. When you and Shayne started dating in 2019 you decided to keep it a secret for a while. Neither of you were ready to share your relationship with the Smosh viewers yet.

This became more difficult when you decided to quarantine together in 2020 during the pandemic. Two weeks after he returned from Australia, when you were sure that neither of you had Covid, you packed your necessities and headed to Shayne’s. It was nice being together, but it did get complicated when he needed to film videos.

Sometimes you would go for a walk while he was filming. Other times you would hide in the other room. He’d triple check all his footage before submitting it to make sure you, and any of your belongings, weren’t in frame.

One day, a few months in, he and Courtney are recording an episode of the SmoshCast. He sets up at the small dining table in the corner of the living room. You’re on the couch, meaning you can’t be seen on the camera, but you are in Shayne’s view. It might not have been the smartest decision since you’re now stuck there for the entire time they record, but you have a book and a snack, so you get cozy.

You can only hear Shayne’s side of the conversation, so you’re not fully paying attention. That is, until you hear Shayne say, “If we so much as say hi to each other, Shartney fans poop themselves.” The mention of this ship between him and his castmate has you more focused on the conversation. Not because you’re jealous, because that would be ridiculous, but because all of you find it quite funny how hard the two of them are shipped.

He can’t stop looking over to you for the entire ten-minute segment. It’s subtle, but there’s definitely a connection between the two of you. It’s obvious that he’s reassuring you that there’s nothing to worry about. You especially like when he says, “You can ship me with anything. Ship me with bananas.” And you nearly lose it when he says, “I am begging you, please, make a ship edit of me and Kathy Bates.”

They continue to talk and the conversation steers towards how fans make assumptions based on what they see in videos. Shayne brings up how people were concerned about him for a few weeks at the beginning of quarantine. He starts to explain, “I was very quiet in those early podcasts, but the reason was, one, I was not getting enough sleep. I kept staying up late,” here he looks at you before quickly saying, “playing video games.” You again struggle to keep quiet, knowing that was not the truth. Unless “playing video games” has now become code for “having intimate moments with my girlfriend”.

He continues to talk about how his setup for recording was less than ideal and finishes by saying, “I wasn’t sad at all, I was actually having great days.” Again, you share a quick look, showing that you agree with him about how wonderful it’s been since you started living together.

They wrap up the podcast a little while later and Shayne is officially done with work for the day.

“Playing video games, huh?” you say teasingly.

“Oh yea, totally a pro gamer now,” he replies.

“You think so?” you say with a laugh.

“I mean, I could always use more practice,” he answers as he lifts you from the couch, carrying you to the bedroom.

SmoshCast #85 – American Horror Story: Adulting

A few months later and things are looking better in the world. This means a return to the office for everyone. You’d landed a job at Smosh, working in post-production, so now you and Shayne work together. You were nervous about being around each other all the time, but luckily there’s still a fair amount of the day when you’re apart. Shayne is often filming or in meetings or busy writing, and you spend most of the time at your desk working on the next video.

But sometimes, you get a break to see him. Shayne, Damien, and Coutney are filming a new SmoshCast episode, and you sneak in to watch from the back. The theme is “Adulting”, and they somehow start by talking about how they interact with the younger generation. You can’t help but smile as Shayne talks about his niece, endeared by the relationship he has with her. He also mentions grandchildren, which makes your imagination run away thinking about your future together.

You stay for a little while and just watch your boyfriend. He’s not saying anything crazy, or doing anything special, but you love listening to him give advice. You also love how attentive he is to his friends, how closely he listens to everything they say. When you do go back to your desk you take a moment to think about how lucky you are that this man, with a solid head on his shoulders and more emotional maturity than you’ve ever seen before, is your other half.

Smosh Mouth #5 – Shayne and Y/N Share Their Love Story

“Welcome back to Smosh Mouth, I’m Shayne.”

“And I’m Amanda.”

“And today we have a very special guest. We have my lovely wife, Y/N Topp,” Shayne says, smiling at you as he finished the introduction.

“Hello everyone,” you say into the microphone.

It’s weird being in front of the camera. It’s only happened a few times in the years that you’ve been with Shayne. Even though you also work at Smosh, you’re always behind the scenes. You’ve only really been in videos that highlight the crew, so the focus has rarely been on you.

But today you’re finally sitting down to do a podcast for the channel. They’d just revived the podcast after a nearly three-year hiatus.

So much has happened in your personal life since then. At the time that SmoshCast was airing, your relationship with Shayne was fairly new, and you weren’t ready to share it yet. Within a year of that last episode going live, you two had gotten engaged. This led to you guys getting married, and as of 22 weeks ago, you being pregnant with your first child.

“Well, I for one am very excited to have you here today,” Amanda says. “I cannot wait to grill you on every last detail of your relationship.” You all laugh at that, knowing that while you’re sharing more personal information than you ever have before, no one is going to push you or Shayne too much.

“So,” Amanda continues. “Tell me, how did you meet?”

You look to Shayne, encouraging him to start the story.

“We met in 2019,” he begins. “Someone had recommended a book to me, so I was at the library to pick it up. While I was looking through the shelf Y/N came over and started looking through the section as well. We kind of started at opposite ends and moved to meet in the middle. Turns out we were both looking for the same book.”

“No you were not!” Amanda interjects.

“We really were,” you say to confirm. “We basically have the most cliché meet-cute story.”

“Ya, no kidding! So, what happened next?” she asks.

“Well, I had picked up the book first and noticed Y/N glance at it. So we started talking and I told her she should take the book first and I’d read it when she’s done.”

“And then he very smoothly said he could give me his number so I could tell him when I was returning the book,” you add.

“Look at you,” Amanda says. “Making the bold moves.”

“I had to give it a try,” Shayne says with a laugh.

“And it worked. I texted him a couple weeks later, the day before I returned the book.”

“I didn’t have her number,” Shayne says. “And I was kicking myself for not getting it because waiting to hear from her was pretty torturous I’m not gonna lie. So as soon as she texted about the book I asked her on a date.”

“Which actually shocked me at first. I really though he only was interested in the book.”

“Did you know who he was?” Amanda asks. “Like, had you watched Smosh or seen him on TV before you met?”

“I did know who he was. I had just started watching Smosh, so I recognized him but really didn’t know much about him.”

“Did you start watching old videos and try to get to know more about him after you met? Or after he asked you out?”

“I tried not to. I wanted to get to know him naturally, not through videos online. But there was a video posted after he asked me out but before our date called ‘Why We’re Bad at Dating’ and I couldn’t resist. And I truly think it helped us hit it off on that first date.”

“How so?” Amanda inquires.

Shayne takes that question, saying, “In the episode I talked about what I do on dates that kind of lead to there not being a second date. And Y/N/N called me out on that.”

You chime in, adding, “He said he puts on a ‘CW’ version of himself. I told him not to do that. And I admitted to being just as anxious about the date as he was so we should just forget the pressure and hang out and get to know each other.”

“Well, that’s adorable,” Amanda says. “So obviously you started dating and kept dating. When did you take the next step?”

Shayne takes this question and says, “I asked her to be my girlfriend a couple months later. And then we moved in together shortly after the start of the pandemic. Which was slightly challenging when it came to filming at home for Smosh since we wanted to keep the relationship a secret for a while.”

“Yea, how in the world did you make that work?”

“We were very, very careful,” you say. “I definitely hid in the bathroom more than once to stay out of frame.” At this you all laugh, and you add, “Totally worth it, though.”

“Ok, next juicy question. Shayne, how did you propose?”

“So, I hired a sky writer,” he says before laughing and continuing, “No, just kidding. We’d been dating for a year and a half, living together for almost a year at the time. We rented a cabin in Colorado for a few days and on the second day we went on a hike. Packed a picnic, did the whole thing. And I uh, I proposed at the top of the mountain.”

“You guys are literally a romcom,” Amanda quips.

“Would a romcom do a hike proposal? I feel like they’re always at fancy restaurant or the beach. Or like, yelling ‘Will you marry me?’ As the girl walks away down a street in the pouring rain,” you say.

“Oh, a hike proposal is very Lifetime or Hallmark.”

“Good point, it’s totally been in at least one of those movies.”

“Did you like that it was on a hike?” Amanda asks.

“Yea, Y/N/N, did you like it?” Shayne says, pretending to be truly concerned and worried about your answer.

“Hated it,” you say jokingly. “No, honestly, I loved it. Shayne and I always bonded over how much we love nature, so it was perfect for us. I can’t imagine it being any other way. I know a lot of girls want to make sure their nails are done so they get that perfect ring picture, which totally fine, not judging at all. But it definitely felt right that I literally had dirt under my nails and scrapes on my palms from slipping up the hill. Much more authentic that way.”

“And the wedding, anything you want to share about it?” Amanda asks.

“We actually got married in New Mexico,” you say. “It was the central spot for both our families. It was last April, so, beautiful weather during the day. And we lucked out that the temperature didn’t drop too much at night.”

“Very nice,” Amanda replies. “Shayne, anything to add?”

“We kept it pretty small, just family, and close friends. I feel like it was a very typical wedding, but it was ours, you know? So, it was special.” Shayne blushes and you know that your wedding day means more to him than he’s letting on. And that’s fine with you. It was a private event, and even though you’re sharing your relationship now, neither of you want to give away too much about your wedding.

“Aw, he’s getting red,” Amanda jokes. “Did you go on a honeymoon?”

“We did. We went to Hawaii. Neither of us had been before so we knew it would be special for us. We wanted to experience something new together,” you answer.

“Cute!” she replies. “Now, dedicated fans know you guys are together, know you’re married and all that. But there is some news you two have to share that no one knows, is that correct?”

“That’s right,” Shayne says. He looks at you, silently asking if you want to say it. But you can tell he’s bursting to tell everyone, so you give him a nod to continue.

“Y/N and I are having a baby,” he says.

“Hell yea you are! Smosh baby!” Amanda cheers. “Congratulations to you both! Y/N, how are you feeling?”

“Pretty good right now. I’m in the second trimester so my morning sickness is mostly gone, thank god. We’re very excited, got some classes we’re planning to take and we’re reading all the books so I’m sure we will still be extremely unprepared,” you say with a laugh.

“If there’s anyone I trust to figure it out and be great parents, it’s the two of you,” Amanda replies earnestly.

“Thank you, Amanda,” Shayne says.

The podcast continues with Amanda continuing to ask questions and you and Shayne sharing more stories about your time together.

You wrap up recording by mid-afternoon. You have an appointment with your doctor scheduled and since it’s so close to the end of the day, Shayne was also given time off to join you. Everything goes well and as he drives you both home you can’t help but be grateful that the two of you were brought together.

Smosh Reads Reddit Stories: Office Nightmares

It’s been a month and a half since recording your episode of SmoshMouth, and three weeks since it aired. The news that you and Shayne are expecting a baby spread faster than anything you’d experienced before. You’d both received messages of congratulations from more people than you had ever expected: from Smosh fans to Disney fans, and even Goldbergs fans. You never imagined the amount of support you’d receive.

You had the morning off for yet another checkup with your doctor. You get back to the office early, but technically you’re still scheduled to be off, so you opt to sit in as they record the next Reddit Story video/podcast. It’s one of your favorite series currently, and you love listening to Shayne read all the stories.

He begins the third story, reading the title, “Am I the asshole for telling my wife that I’m not taking off of work to be present at our daughters’ birth?”

They joke around for a bit, and then he dives into the story, reading how the man explains that he couldn’t take off work cause there’s a project and they need him there. The wife finds out that’s a lie, and it mad that he didn’t take time off. He says he wants to work more so they’d have more money after the birth, and that the baby wouldn’t even remember him being there. He finishes by saying he doesn’t know why it’s such a big deal to be there at the birth, and even blames the wife’s hormones for her being upset about it.

Shayne, along with Spencer and Tommy begin to share their thoughts on the story. You smile and nod as Shayne makes the point of, “He keeps saying the baby’s not gonna remember, but you’re fucking wife will!”

They even give reasons why they’d understand him not being there, with Tommy saying, “If they were really desperate for cash then I’d get it,” and Spencer saying he’d understand if he were terrified of being around childbirth.

The boys then look over to you and Spencer says, “Y/N, you’re pregnant, how do you feel about this story?”

“Yea,” Tommy adds, “would you kill Shayne if he did this?”

“Oh, for sure!” you call out.

“C’mere,” Shayne says. “You’re probably the one most qualified to give an opinion here.”

You look to Kiana who’s directing the video and she gives you a nod, so you walk onto the set and stand behind Shayne, leaning down so your face is next to his and your voice will get picked up on his microphone.

“What are you’re thoughts on this?” Tommy asks.

“You guys definitely made a lot of great points. I mean, childbirth is terrifying, and I keep trying to ignore the fact that I do have to actually, you know, birth a human. But I know that Shayne will be there and is studying to be the best support person. I mean, he’s read enough books about it, I think he could deliver the baby himself if necessary,” you say with a laugh.

“I will add, if this was the father of my child, I’d wonder what he actually deems important. Because this is arguably one of the biggest days of everyone’s life. First of all, it should be important to him. It’s literally his child entering the world. It’s a privilege to be one of the first people that baby will ever meet. And then, what will be a big enough deal for him to take off work in the future? Baby’s not gonna remember her first birthday, is he gonna go to that? She has a dance recital at three years old, is he going to think that’s silly and not go?”

“Oh, I didn’t think of that, but it makes sense,” Spencer replies. “He definitely seems to have his priorities and being there for his family isn’t one.”

“I truly cannot imagine not being there when our kid is born,” Shayne says. “My worst fear would be if something kept me from being there.”

“Because you’re a good person,” Tommy says bluntly, and everyone laughs.

You head back off camera as they continue on.

After a few more stories Shayne begins another entry, titled, “And I the asshole for eating the last doughnut before my pregnant coworker could have one?” He looks at you once he reads it and laughs before saying, “Y/N’s face says, yes absolutely you are.”

He reads the story which explains that the young employee ate his allotted two doughnuts, and when the pregnant coworker didn’t show up after half an hour, he ate her two as well. She gets there shortly after and explains she had car trouble and is upset to see everyone had a treat but didn’t save her any. Later, the boss pulls aside the employee to tell him he’d been rude to his coworker.

After he finishes the post the boys discuss the etiquette of eating communal snacks in the office before Shayne says, “Also, if there is one thing I know, it’s that you never mess with a pregnant woman’s food unless you want to die.” You laugh so loudly at this that you know for sure the mics picked it up from across the room.

“Y/N, anything to add?” Spencer says.

You walk over again and state, “Listen, all I’m say is that I’m mad you guys are just talking about doughnuts when we don’t have any. Cause cravings are a bitch and now I am literally not going to stop thinking about doughnuts until I get one.”

After moving offscreen you realize you need to pee, again, so you leave the studio to head to the bathroom. Once you’re out of the room Shayne says, “Hey Kiana, can I have my phone a second?”

“Why do you need your phone?” Spencer asks.

“I gotta doordash some doughnuts.”

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AN: Thanks for reading! Let me know if you have any requests for Shayne stories!

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[kjupchurch-xx]

The Interview - Tumblr Request from 08/17

As I walked into work, I was stopped by my boss, who informed me that we had a celebrity she needed me to work in for today's segment. Due to the revenue that Deadpool & Wolverine had pulled in, I wasn't shocked when she told me we would be expecting Hugh Jackman to stop in today. Ryan Reynolds was originally coming, but had an emergency with one of his children.

I walked into my dressing room and got myself put together, making sure my button down blouse and black skirt looked flawless. I triple checked my messy up-do and my make-up, fixing it about three times and still not being completely satisfied. 

"He's here, he'll be coming to you in 5." My cameraman said through the door. 

"Okay." I called back before checking myself in the mirror once again. 

I quickly stepped out, seeing Hugh and my boss walking down the hall. Fuck, he's sexy, even at 55. I avoided them, making a beeline for the area the interview would be taking place. I assessed the area, making sure everything was perfect. Due to the last minute setup, there was no script. It would all be 100% ad-libbed. 

"Hugh, this is your interviewer, the phenomenal, miss Kaitlyn." My boss said with a smile, bringing him up to me. 

I smiled, extending my hand to shake his, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Jackman."

He smiled, grabbing my hand and kissing it, "Call me Hugh." He said with an accent. 

My boss smirked, "Do not hold back on Mr. Jackman with your questions. We want this to be a viral interview. Let's break the internet." She said with a wink. 

Hugh and I chuckled as I tried hiding my blush from him kissing my hand, "Understood." We said in unison. 

She walked off, leaving us a minute to ourselves before the camera started rolling. I quickly looked at Hugh, "If I do ask a risque question you're not comfortable with, we can edit it out." I said with a nervous smile. 

He smirked at me, "Nothing's off limits, darling." He said with a wink. 

I chuckled slightly, "Are you sure?"

He nodded, "Let's have some fun." 

I cocked my head at him, in shock. I figured a person with the career he had built would be a bit more reserved. This should be fun. 

As I led him to the two couches we'd be sitting on for the interview, I couldn't help but notice his gaze on my legs and backside when I'd turned back to ask if he was ready to begin. He quickly reverted his gaze to my face as he noticed he'd gotten caught gawking. 

I took a seat on my couch, as he plopped down onto the other couch across from me. My cameraman gave me a nod to let me know we were rolling. 

"Boy, do I have a surprise for you guys today!..." I said enthusiastically towards the camera, "My guest today is none other than Mr. Hugh Jackman from the new film, Deadpool & Wolverine." I said with a wide smile as the camera panned out showing Hugh in the view. 

"How are you, gorgeous?" Hugh asked, looking at me with a smile. 

I giggled, "I'm great, how're you?" 

He smirked, "You know, I'm good... I'm really good, but I'd be even better if you were on this couch with me." His voice sounding a bit flirty. 

I chuckled as he continued, "I'm feelin' a little lonely with Ryan not here." He joked as he patted the seat on the couch beside him. 

I moved from my spot on my couch over to his, "Ready for some juicy questions?" I asked him, wigging my eyebrows playfully. 

He bit his lips, nodding his head slightly, "Do I get to also ask you juicy questions?" 

I smirked, "We'll see. It depends on how satisfied with your answers I am." 

He smiled at me and cockily stated, "Oh babe, I don't doubt I can make you feel satisfied." 

I covered my mouth as it was gaping a bit, which caused him to chuckle. He quickly threw his arm over my shoulder, looking at me, "What's your question?" 

I quickly regrouped myself and asked, "When doing a kissing scene, is it important to make it look realistic or keep it professional?" 

He giggled at me, "Who says I can't do both?" 

"Can you?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. 

"Would you like a demonstration?" He asked, a sly smile on his lips. 

My boss did say we were breaking the internet with this interview. It wasn't televised, meaning everything was not off limits. That always made things interesting. 

I chuckled, "You're not going to kiss me."

He smiled cheekily at me as he leaned towards me, placing one hand on my chin as his other hand rested on my cheek. "The key to a good kissing scene, is you always leave the audience wondering if the physical connection is real." He said lowly as his eyes gazed from my eyes, to my lips, back up towards my eyes as his face got closer to mine. 

I couldn't help myself and began biting my lip in anticipation. I could feel my palms growing sweaty and my core starting to heat up. "You ready, Sweetheart?" He asked with a low voice, barely above a whisper as I slightly nodded for him to continue. Before I could react again, his lips met mine. 

His lips were soft and warm. I felt him slightly nibble on my lower lip as he pulled away. I took a deep breath as a pink blush appeared on my face, "How was that?" He asked cheekily. 

I laughed as I shifted on the couch, "That was...Pretty good. Do you kiss everyone that interviews you?" I asked sarcastically. 

He shook his head, "Only the cute ones." He said matter of factly. 

He answered a few more questions, mostly regarding X-Men, Deadpool & Wolverine, his recent divorce and his life as a father of two now adult children before we went back to the more juicier questions. 

"When is it my turn to ask you a question?" He asked, smiling devilishly. 

I shrugged, "Go ahead." I chuckled. 

He gave me a questioning look before smirking, "So, Miss Kaitlyn, do you know the difference between a French kiss and an Australian kiss?" He asked, trying to sound as if he were going to actually explain something to me rather than make a joke. 

I thought for a moment before shaking my head, "I don't think I've heard of an Australian kiss." 

He raised his brow at me, "Okay. So it's the same thing as your regular French kiss, except in Australia, it's done down under." 

My eyes widened as my jaw hit the floor, which caused him to laugh, "Cat got your tongue, Sweetheart?" He asked playfully as he noticed the shocked look on my face. 

I shook my head, slightly biting my lip, deciding to turn the tables on him. "My turn again." 

He looked at me, proud of his question considering my reaction, "Hit me with it." He said, crossing his arms. 

I smirked at him, "Some people call you Huge instead of Hugh." I stated, he looked at me, giving me a nod wondering where I was going with the question. "Is it because you're huge?" I asked, pursing my lips into a smile. 

He chuckled, clearly surprised by my bold question, "Do you wanna know?" He gave me a cheeky smile. 

I nodded, confidently, "I do wanna know." 

He leaned in closely, I could feel his hot breath on my ear as he whispered, "Meet me in one of the dressing rooms after we wrap."

I chuckled as I looked towards the camera once he pulled away, "I'm not at liberty to say." Then I playfully mouthed, "Huge" at the camera while trying to contain my laughter. 

We went through a few more questions regarding Wolverine & Deadpool, and also Ryan Reynolds before we wrapped the interview. Hugh quickly skipped off to his dressing room as I was stopped by my boss, who was pleased with the interview. 

"I can't believe you got him to kiss you! This is going to go great with our views!" She exclaimed happily. 

I laughed, shaking my head, "I was not expecting that." 

She looked at me, a smirk appearing on her lips, "What did he whisper in your ear about him being huge?" She asked. 

I chuckled, "He said he's a shrimp and you'd be very disappointed." 

She laughed at me, "Bullshit. You're going to fuck him, aren't you?" She asked, furrowing her brows in amusement. 

"Bye, Pam!" I yelled as I walked towards the dressing rooms laughing. 

"I want details! Real details!" She called out, trying to sound stern but failing miserably. 

I walked up to his dressing room door, knocking on the door. Was I supposed to knock or just bust in? Sleeping with my guests was something I'd never done, but ever since the kiss, I knew I wanted more. He was driving me crazy with his little remarks during our interview, and he knew exactly what he was doing. 

The door opened in front of me, it was a smiling Hugh, "Oh, so you do want to know?" He said playfully, amusement dripping from his voice. 

I giggled and decided to play around with him, "I was only coming to thank you for being my guest today." I said sarcastically. 

He moved to the side, motioning for me to come in his dressing room. "You're so welcome, love." He said, sarcasm dripping in his voice. 

 He knew why I was there. He sat down on the lounge that was in the dressing room, kicking his feet up on the ottoman and looked at me, "Join me, I promise I don't bite hard." He smirked. 

I blushed as I sat beside him, "FYI, I don't kiss my interviewers, but you were looking too damn cute." He said, looking at my cleavage. 

I chuckled, "I don't normally kiss the people I'm interviewing, but you're sexy as fuck and I wanted to know if you were a good kisser." 

He smiled cheekily at me before he reached over, pulling me onto his lap so I was straddling his lap. "This what you came to my dressing room for?" He smirked, gazing into my eyes as he gripped my onto my hips tightly. 

I bit my lip, looking at his, "Maybe...Is this why you invited me?" I asked him. 

He giggled as he began unbuttoning my blouse, revealing my black lacy bra. I ran my fingers into his hair as I leaned down, kissing him and helping him discard my blouse. Our kiss was much better than the interview kiss. He sucked on my bottom lip, biting at it with his teeth before his tongue began dancing with mine as his hands explored my breasts. I could fee his excitement growing under me. 

I lifted myself up slightly as I began toying with his belt, he pulled away, mumbling against my lips, "Eager, aren't you?" 

I chuckled, "Research purposes." I said trying to remain serious as he helped me undo his belt, unzip his pants and pull his rather...large member out. I bit my lip as I saw it. He was rock hard and had veins protruding from his shaft. He was above average and deliciously thick. I couldn't decide if I wanted him in my mouth or inside me. 

"Research purposes..." He was becoming increasingly amused by my wit, "Like what you see, baby?" He bit his lip, as he pushed his hips upwards towards me. 

 I licked my lips, still gazing at it. I pushed my thong to the side as I lifted myself over him, sinking down on the length. I could hear him gasp as he entered me, while I gasped at the size that was stretching me perfectly. I felt his hands grip my hips tightly as I began bouncing on him. He moved one hand to my breasts as he pulled my bra down and began nibbling and sucking on my nipples, causing me to whimper as he began pushing his hips upwards to meet my bounces. 

I threw my head back as I ran my fingers through his black hair that was becoming quickly disheveled. "Fuck, you're so tight." He groaned against my breasts. "You ride my cock so well, love." He groaned. 

I could feel myself begin tightening around him as I felt him start to throb inside me. "Shit, I'm gonna cum." I moaned, as I tugged harder on his hair as I sped my bouncing up. 

"Cum all over me, baby." He moaned as he started thrusting his hips harder upwards. 

His words and his accent made me come undone. I could feel the throbbing of his cock, he was almost there. "Get on your knees." He demanded lowly. 

I quickly hopped off of his lap and assumed the position on my knees in front of him. He grabbed himself and sat up from the couch and began stroking in front of me as his moans became louder. Watching him stroke his cock was making me ready to go again. I pulled my bra down further, grabbing my breasts and squeezing them for them. 

He let out one loud groan as he threw his head back and began covering my breasts in his cum. I bit my lip as I watched how much pleasure it brought him. 

After he finished, he quickly stood up and grabbed a towel, handing it to me. "I'm sorry about your blouse." He chuckled. 

I giggled, taking the towel, "Don't be. I'm sure it'll sell on TikTok shop." 

He laughed, rolling his eyes at my humor before pecking my lips. 

[mollymargiela]

request: Reader being Jason’s camerawoman until he finds a new one smut🫶🫶

jason = orange

reader = pink

warnings: p in v, some fluff, little swearing.

you had been jason’s camerawoman for months—dragged across cities and states, filming faze shoots, chaotic prank wars, and everything in between. whatever he needed, you filmed. long days, sleepless nights, barely any breaks. and just when you thought things couldn’t get crazier, the subathon started.

you had high hopes for the subathon. it wasn’t just another stream—it felt bigger than that. something about it felt important, like it could be a turning point. the announcement had already gone up on socials: bold graphics, perfectly timed teaser, the whole internet buzzing with speculation.

faze’s name was trending for the first time in a long time, and this time, not because of drama.

everyone was excited. chat was filled with countdowns, theories, people already calling it “the comeback.” even people who swore they were over faze were watching, lurking in the replies, trying to act like they weren’t interested.

deep down, you knew why this mattered so much. faze had taken hit after hit the past year—people leaving, bad headlines, messy shifts in leadership. people said faze was “ruined,” “done for,” “not what it used to be.” but this? this was different.

this was everyone—the new, some old, the ones who never left—coming together for something real.

and for once, it didn’t feel forced.

it was two days before the subathon when your phone lit up—jason’s name flashing across the screen.

you picked up without hesitation.

“hey,” you answered, tucking the phone between your shoulder and ear while scrolling through your notes for last-minute prep.

“can you come over?” his voice was steady, but there was a weird tension under it. not stressed, exactly. more like… serious.

“uh, yeah. is it about the gear?” you asked, already assuming it had to be something tech-related. maybe a camera issue or something with the stream layout—jason always liked double and triple checking things. understandable, considering the scale of what you all were about to pull off.

“just wanna go over a few things. in person,” he said.

you didn’t think twice about it.

thirty days of non-stop streaming—this wasn’t something you could half-ass. everything had to be airtight. from internet redundancy plans, to camera switchers, to sleep cam angles, to audio setups for 4 a.m. kitchen conversations—jason had been on top of all of it. if he wanted to talk, it probably meant he found something that needed fixing before things went live.

you grabbed your keys and headed out, the whole time mentally running through checklists, already rehearsing how you’d convince the others to approve any last-minute changes.

but something about the way he said it…

something about the tone in his voice…

you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t just about cameras.

you pulled into the driveway, your car tires crunching lightly over the pavement as you slowed to a stop. the first thing you noticed—jason’s car was the only one there. the driveway, usually packed with faze’s chaotic rotation of supercars, was empty.

that alone made your stomach twist a little. it was weird—off.

you grabbed your bag, stepped out, and made your way around the side of the house. instinctively, you headed for the glass door near the garage, the one that led straight into jason’s room. it had always been the quietest entrance, the one you used when things were lowkey or late.

you pulled the door open slowly, stepping inside.

“hi jay!” you called out, voice light as you closed the door behind you.

jason was laying across his bed in grey sweatpants, one arm propped under his head, the other holding his phone above him as he aimlessly scrolled. the glow from the screen lit up the soft features of his face—relaxed, casual, but distant in a way that didn’t sit right.

as soon as he heard your voice, he sat up straight. his phone dropped onto the bed beside him, forgotten.

“hey,” he said, his voice quieter than usual, but still familiar.

his eyes met yours, and for a second it was just… silence. the kind that hung heavy between two people who knew each other a little too well.

you dropped your bag on the floor near his desk and walked a little closer, taking in the scene—unplugged camera gear still in its case, a half-eaten bowl of cereal on the nightstand, the door cracked slightly just enough to let in the breeze.

“so… what’s up?” you asked, trying to keep your tone easy, teasing even. “you call me over and don’t even have the tripod out? shocking.”

he let out a soft breath, almost a laugh, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“it’s not about the stream,” he said after a beat, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie. “well… not really.”

you raised a brow, heart starting to pick up as you crossed your arms slowly.

“then what is it about?”

he looked at you for a long second—like he was still debating whether or not to say what he’d been thinking for god knows how long. and suddenly, the weight of the empty driveway, the call asking you to come alone, the silence in the house—it all made sense.

this wasn’t about camera tech.

it was about you.

and him.

and something that had been building quietly in the background for a while now.

“i found a cameraman,” he said, straight up. no pause, no sugarcoating—just those four words, tossed into the air like they didn’t carry weight.

you blinked, caught off guard for a second.

“oh,” you said, your voice catching slightly, softer than you meant it to be. “well… that’s good, jason.”

you didn’t want to sound hurt. and you weren’t mad exactly—just a little winded. like someone had knocked the air out of your lungs without meaning to.

you nodded once, trying to play it cool, even though something sank a little low in your chest. you had been so sure you’d be part of this—setting up shots with him, staying up all night in the chaos, fixing gear mid-stream, laughing with the others between takes. it wasn’t just about holding a camera. it was being part of it. with him.

he looked at you carefully, the way someone does when they already know they’ve disappointed you but they’re not sure if they should keep going or stop right there.

you could tell.

you knew that wasn’t the only reason he called you over.

the room felt quiet again, the hum of his fan filling the space between your inhale and his exhale.

you looked at him, your voice even lower now.

“that’s not why you asked me to come, is it?”

he looked down at his lap, thumb rubbing at a loose thread in the seam of his sweatpants. and then slowly, he shook his head.

“no,” he admitted.

your heart picked up.

he glanced up again, eyes meeting yours—and this time, the look in them was different. not casual. not friend-to-friend.

“i didn’t know how to say it,” he mumbled, voice quiet but honest. “and i didn’t wanna say it over the phone, ‘cause… i don’t know. it felt like one of those things you say in person.”

you didn’t move. just waited.

“you’ve been around for everything,” he said, a little more steady now. “and i didn’t even realize how much that mattered to me until i thought about doing this subathon without you. and it didn’t feel right.”

his voice cracked just slightly.

“it’s not just about cameras. i didn’t call you over to talk about setups. i just… i missed you.”

your breath hitched.

he was looking at you like he was scared you’d walk away. like the words had been stuck in his throat for weeks.

and suddenly, this quiet moment in his room—his grey sweats, the soft lighting, the cracked window letting in the early evening breeze—it all felt heavier. softer.

different.

and he waited. for you to say something. for anything.

“what do you mean, jay?” you asked, letting out a small laugh, trying to keep it light even though your chest felt tight. “i’ve seen you every day for almost two years.”

you smiled like it was a joke. like he didn’t just say something that made your heart stop.

but he didn’t laugh back.

“no, y/n,” he said firmly, his tone serious, eyes locked on yours.

you swallowed, shoulders stiffening just a little.

“i miss the bond we had before all this streaming shit,” he admitted, voice lower now. more vulnerable. “before everything got so busy, so loud. before we had to act like everything was just content.”

you didn’t say anything. you couldn’t.

he exhaled sharply, like he’d been holding his breath.

“i have feelings for you, y/n.”

just like that. said out loud. like he couldn’t keep it in anymore.

your mind went blank for a second.

you felt your heart racing in your chest, the silence of the room suddenly louder than ever.

you’d always had feelings for jason. from the beginning, really. the late nights editing in his room, the long drives with music playing too loud, the way he looked out for you even when he pretended not to care—it was always there.

he was more than just a friend. he was home. safe. and so painfully handsome when he wasn’t even trying.

and now…

“i wanna extend our relationship,” he said, leaning forward on the edge of his bed, his elbows on his knees. “i don’t want you to just be my camerawoman for the rest of our lives.”

you looked at him, eyes wide.

“i want more. i want you.”

his voice cracked again, and that was it.

no jokes. no sarcasm. just truth, raw and real, hanging in the air between you like a live wire.

and you had no idea how long you’d been waiting to hear that.

you stood there for a second, frozen, your hands clenched lightly at your sides, heart pounding so loud you were scared he could hear it.

“you want me?” you repeated, voice barely above a whisper.

he nodded, slow and certain, his eyes never leaving yours. “yeah. i do.”

you swallowed hard. “jason… i’ve wanted you too. for a long time.” your voice trembled a little, but the second you said it, it felt like a weight lifted off your chest.

his face softened—relief flashing across it so quickly it made your stomach flutter. he stood up slowly from the bed, like he didn’t want to startle you, like he wasn’t sure if he could really touch you yet. like he was waiting for you to come the rest of the way.

you did.

your feet moved on their own, closing the space between you until you were standing right in front of him. your fingers brushed against his hoodie, and he looked down at you, his brows pulled together like he still didn’t believe this was happening.

“can i kiss you?” he asked quietly, voice rough and soft at the same time.

you nodded.

he leaned in, so slowly it was almost painful, one hand coming up to cup your jaw as his thumb brushed gently over your cheek. your eyes fluttered closed just as his lips pressed to yours.

it wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t messy—it was soft, like a secret finally being spoken.

his mouth moved against yours like he meant every word he didn’t say out loud. warm. gentle. sure.

your fingers gripped the front of his hoodie, pulling him a little closer, and he let out the softest sound against your lips—like he’d been holding that in for months.

he kissed you deeper, his other hand sliding around your waist like he couldn’t stand the idea of not touching you, like he needed you closer. the air around you felt heavier now, thicker with something electric.

when he finally pulled back, both of you a little breathless, his forehead rested against yours.

“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that,” he murmured.

you smiled, eyes still closed, your hand gently tugging at his hoodie.

“well,” you whispered, “you’re not done yet… right?”

his grin returned—slow, crooked, and so him.

“not even close.”

his hands didn’t leave you after that kiss. they stayed, one still cupped gently around your jaw, the other holding your waist like he was scared you might disappear if he let go.

you leaned into him, your chest brushing his as the heat between you started to shift—something softer turning heavier, more electric. your breath was shallow, and he noticed.

“y/n…” he murmured against your lips, voice low, barely there.

“mhm?” you answered, eyes still half-lidded, your fingers now trailing slowly up his chest.

“if you want me to stop…” he began, but you cut him off with another kiss—needier this time, deeper.

“don’t,” you whispered, pulling him with you as you stepped backward until the backs of your knees hit the edge of his bed.

he exhaled sharply, like your words knocked the breath out of him. his hands found your hips, guiding you gently down onto the mattress, hovering above you, eyes searching yours like he needed to be absolutely sure.

you reached up, brushing your fingers through his hair. “i’m sure, jay.”

and that was all he needed.

he kissed you again, slower this time—messier, more urgent. his hoodie came off first, then yours. his hands roamed your sides, your thighs, your waist—everywhere, like he was making up for all the time he spent pretending he didn’t want you like this.

his lips were soft against yours, slow but deep—each kiss laced with the kind of tension that had been building for way too long. his hands moved up your sides, fingers slipping beneath your shirt as he pressed closer, the room quiet except for the sound of your breaths mixing.

you let out a soft gasp when his palms cupped your chest through the fabric, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. he pulled back slightly, eyes meeting yours, checking—always checking.

you nodded, whispering his name, and that was all he needed.

his mouth found your neck, kissing lower, slower, while his hands explored every inch of you like he was trying to learn you from memory. your fingers gripped his back, feeling the way his muscles moved under your touch.

you shifted, and that’s when you felt it—his growing length pressing against your thigh, the heat between you getting heavier, hotter. it made your breath hitch, your thighs instinctively pressing together.

“you’re driving me insane,” he murmured against your skin, his voice low and rough.

you arched into him, pulling him closer, needing more—needing him.

he kissed you again, deeper now, and the way your bodies molded together, how your clothes felt like too much, too heavy—it was all building to something inevitable.

his hand slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, skin to skin, and you sighed softly into his mouth, your hands tangled in his hair.

he let out a quiet moan, breath catching as you gently pulled his head back by his hair, exposing the curve of his neck. his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, like your touch alone was unraveling him. the tension between you was electric—hot and slow-burning.

his hands slid back to the hem of your shirt, and this time he pulled it over your head completely, tossing it to the side before his fingers moved with quiet care to unclip your bra. it fell away, and he just paused—his gaze roaming over you, warm and reverent.

“you’re beautiful, y/n,” he whispered, like he needed you to know it. like he couldn’t believe you were really his right now.

you felt your breath catch, the way he was looking at you making your skin burn in the best way. no cameras, no jokes—just the weight of his admiration soaking into your skin.

you reached for the edge of his shirt, tugging it lightly. “take yours off too,” you murmured.

he didn’t hesitate. he peeled it off in one smooth motion, the fabric slipping over his toned chest and falling somewhere behind him. your eyes traced the lines of him—his collarbones, his chest, his stomach—all familiar from the late-night editing sessions, but never like this. never so close. never so yours.

his hands returned to your waist, grounding you both in the moment. he leaned in again, kissing you deeper, skin to skin now, and everything felt heavier, warmer, slower.

“tell me if you want to stop,” he whispered into your mouth. his voice was a little breathless now, like he was holding back just for you.

but you shook your head gently, threading your fingers through his hair again, pulling him back into another kiss—because you didn’t want to stop.

he moved slowly, his hips pressing against yours in a soft, steady rhythm, letting you feel exactly how much he wanted you. the heat between your bodies was overwhelming now, his skin against yours, every movement sending little sparks of need through you.

your breath hitched as he grinded against you again, firmer this time, and a quiet moan escaped your lips before you could stop it. you arched into him, hands gripping at his back, your voice a soft whisper against his ear.

“jason… please,” you breathed, barely able to think with the way his body felt on top of yours. “do something…”

he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his own dark and full of something between hunger and adoration.

“you have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured, brushing his nose against yours before kissing you again—slower, deeper, full of unspoken promise.

his hand slid down your side, anchoring you to the bed as he kept his hips pressed firmly against yours, teasing, drawing it out like he wanted to memorize every single sound he pulled from you.

as his hands moved slowly, deliberately, sliding from your waist down to the button of your jeans. he undid them with ease, his eyes locked on yours the entire time—watching, waiting, making sure you were still with him.

he eased the denim down your legs, tossing it aside before his fingers ghosted over the thin fabric of your panties, where the heat and wetness had already soaked through. his touch was barely there, but it sent a full-body shiver through you.

his eyes darkened as he pressed just a little more firmly, feeling everything you were holding back for him.

“fuck,” he breathed out, almost in disbelief. “all this for me?”

you bit your lip, nodding, too breathless to say anything.

he dragged his fingers slowly up over the fabric, then brought them to his face, eyes flicking between you and the slick on his skin like he couldn’t believe it.

he grinned—soft, crooked, and full of heat.

“you’re killing me, y/n,” he whispered, leaning back down to kiss you again, his hands already finding their way back to your thighs, sliding between them with even more intention this time.

the kisses deepened, slower now but full of fire, every touch and breath meaning more than words could say. his body pressed into yours like he belonged there—like he knew he did.

he pulled back slightly, breathless and flushed, reaching down to slide his grey sweatpants off. the fabric pooled at his feet, leaving him in just his boxers—your eyes dropping instinctively to the heavy outline pressed against the fabric.

you swallowed, heart racing a little harder.

he was big.

even through the boxers, there was no denying it. the sight alone made your thighs press together, heat blooming low in your stomach.

he noticed the way your eyes lingered, the way you shifted slightly beneath him, and his lips curved into the smallest smirk.

“you okay?” he asked softly, leaning down to kiss your cheek, your jaw, the corner of your mouth.

you nodded, your voice barely a whisper. “yeah… just didn’t know you were hiding that all this time.”

he chuckled against your skin, breath warm and shaky. “wasn’t trying to hide it. just… waiting for the right moment.”

his hand slipped over your hip, brushing against the edge of your panties, his voice dropping even lower. “and this… definitely feels like the right moment.”

your hands found his shoulders, pulling him back down, your lips catching his again—deeper now, hungrier, as the air between you burned with everything unsaid.

your bodies moved in sync, slow and deliberate, the world blurring around you. every touch, every look, every breath—it all said the same thing:

his fingers hooked gently into the sides of your panties, tugging them down with a slow, practiced ease—never once breaking the kiss. the cool air hit your now bare skin, making you shiver slightly, but his warmth remained pressed close to you, grounding you.

he shifted just enough to slide his own boxers down and off, the tension between you rising with every passing second. then he paused, hovering above you, his gaze locking with yours.

he looked into your eyes like this was more than just physical—like this was a memory he needed to burn into his mind forever.

his voice was soft, low, breathless.

“you sure?”

you nodded, your hand gently brushing his cheek. “i want this, jason… i want you.”

something changed in his eyes then—something deeper, tender, like your words meant more than you’d ever know.

he shifted closer, lining himself up with you, never breaking eye contact. his hand slipped into yours, fingers intertwining as if grounding both of you in the moment.

as he slowly began to push forward, he watched you—watched the way your lips parted, your brows drew together slightly, how you melted beneath his touch.

you were everything he wanted. everything he didn’t know he needed.

and the way you looked beneath him, vulnerable but sure, undone but safe—

he’d never forget it.

he stayed still once he was fully inside you, his forehead resting lightly against yours as he let you breathe, let you adjust.

his hand found yours again, bringing it gently to his lips. he kissed your knuckles softly, over and over, like he was trying to say everything he couldn’t put into words.

you gave him a small nod, whispering, “it’s okay… you can move now.”

his breath hitched just a little as he pulled back, slow and careful, before pressing back in—deep, steady, and tender.

his strokes were long and controlled, each one deliberate. he kept his eyes on your face the entire time, watching every reaction, every little shift of your expression. the way your mouth parted, the way your brows knit together, the way you whimpered his name so softly—he soaked it all in.

“you feel so good,” he murmured, voice rough with emotion and need, “so perfect…”

he leaned down to kiss you again, slower this time, like he wanted to remind you this was more than just lust—it was something deeper. something real.

the rhythm stayed unhurried, intimate—his body moving with yours, his touch never leaving your skin.

you held onto him like he was the only thing grounding you, and in a way, he was.

the room faded into nothing but the soft creak of the bed, the quiet sound of your breathing mixing with his, and the soft words exchanged between kisses—promises, confessions, everything you’d both been holding back.

once he felt your body relax beneath him, your breath steady and your fingers digging softly into his back, he let himself go just a little more—his pace picking up, strokes deeper now, more fluid.

but still gentle. still with you every second.

his eyes never left your face, watching the way you gasped, the way your lips parted with every movement, the way you whimpered his name like it was the only word you knew.

he was in awe—completely and utterly taken by you.

“you’re so perfect,” he breathed out, barely holding himself together. “i don’t ever wanna let this go.”

and he didn’t just mean the moment.

he meant you.

this wasn’t about just being close—it was about everything you meant to him. all the quiet nights editing beside each other, the way you laughed at his dumb jokes, the way your hand always found his shoulder when you passed him by.

he wanted it all. the chaos, the quiet, the in-between.

and as your moans grew louder, more desperate, your body meeting his rhythm with ease, he kissed your shoulder, your collarbone, your cheek—anything he could reach.

his fingers moved in slow circles, slick and steady as he rubbed your clit, spreading your arousal around with practiced ease. the way he slipped in and out of you, deep and controlled, combined with his fingers working your most sensitive spot, had your breath catching in your throat.

your stomach tightened, that familiar coil of pleasure winding up inside you—hot and insistent. it was building fast, and you couldn’t stop the way your hips moved with his, chasing that feeling like you needed it.

your hands gripped his biceps, nails pressing into his skin as low, needy moans escaped your lips.

“that’s it,” jason murmured, his voice deep and wrecked, “just like that, baby…”

he watched you so closely, completely focused on every sound you made, every twitch of your body under his. the way your mouth fell open, the way your eyes fluttered, the way your thighs trembled—it was all driving him crazy.

his pace stayed steady but purposeful, each thrust a little deeper, each rub of his fingers more precise. you were close—he could feel it. and so was he.

you clung to him, breathless, your whole body tightening with that unbearable pressure.

you were right there, teetering on the edge together—just one moment away from falling

his hands slid back up your body, one finding its way to your chest again, cupping you gently, the other anchoring at your waist. his thumbs brushed softly over your skin, adding just enough pressure to drive you wild, matching the rhythm of his deepening thrusts.

you moaned out his name, breathless, again and again—like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“faster,” you whispered, voice shaky but sure, “please, jason…”

he didn’t hesitate. he gripped your hips, pulling you closer as his pace picked up, still keeping that careful control, but now driven by the way you moved under him—the way your eyes fluttered shut, your nails then dug into his back, your body tightening around him.

“you’re so close,” he murmured, voice rough with want, “i can feel it…”

his words, his hands, the way he moved with you—it all built together, higher and higher.

he was close too. you could feel it in the way his breath hitched, the way his movements got just a little less controlled, his grip on your hips a little firmer.

“look at me,” he whispered, voice shaky. “i wanna see you when you let go.”

your eyes locked with his, and everything else disappeared—the room, the time, everything. it was just you and him, on the edge of something so intense and raw it made your chest ache.

and together, in that tangle of limbs and breath and unspoken words, you both unraveled.

he pulled put of you slowly, his breath was shallow, erratic, as he leaned down to kiss you—softly, tenderly, as if this moment needed to be savored. his movements slowed just slightly, allowing you both a brief respite, your bodies still tangled together, skin pressed close. he pulled back to look at you, his gaze filled with a softness that contrasted the intensity of just moments before.

“you’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice warm and full of admiration, “absolutely perfect.”

you smiled faintly, your fingers tracing his jawline, memorizing the feel of him beneath your touch. “so are you, jason.” your voice was soft, breathless but full of affection.

he stayed close, not wanting to move too far, his hand gently resting on your side, as if he were holding you in the moment.

and for a while, neither of you said anything—just basked in the quiet of the room, the warmth between you both, and the shared understanding that, despite everything, this was what mattered most.

you had each other.

and that, in itself, was enough.

(not proofread!!)

finally i wrote something longer :0

okay, okay i have like 7 more requests i think?? i don’t which is next but i will TRY to get it out tomorrow.

also jason’s stream was so funny today hehe.

hopefully u liked :)) bye bye mwah!

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If The Core Division Three Members Had Gaming Channels...

Kafka Hibino {A.K.A ComfyManGaming}: Mainly Shop Management Sims or just Sims in general. His most popular series and the one that let him go full time as a content creator was his Power Wash sim Story Time where he got to talk about the craziest things that happened to him in his, like, six different cleaning jobs. ( In order; Landscaper, personal maid service, High rise window washer [tied for origin for most of his craziest stories], Nuclear Power Plant Office janitor, Failed attempt at running his own power wash service, and School Janitor with a car detail side job. {Most recent/longest held job/and also tied for craziest story origin generator with Car Detail Horror stories being second). Can be convinced to play atmospheric games like Journey/Abzu/Fire Watch/Anything thought provoking or emotional.

Reno Ihchikawa{A.K.A IchyChill Breakdowns}: Whatever Windette does, but with less insults. Basically Build Breakdowns and Speedrun Tutorials. Carried with the energy of a tired Indian Math teacher trying to teach calculus to 8th graders. Is also [technically] a PNG tuber, but because he's low energy, the PNG doesn't move much.

Iharu Haruichi {A.K.A SharkBAIT}: Two Channels. One is a horror game channel, Both Indi and Triple A. The other is anything casual, but mainly sticks to Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing, Coral Island, that sort of thing. Fans like to call the Horror one Anxiety and the non-horror one Anti-Anxiety(Each have their own mascots and like to fight each other like Jacksepticeye and Antisepticeye). He has absolutely accidentally cross posted horror vids onto the non horror channel and vice-versa. The community like to pretend that they don't interact with the other channels and when that sort of thing happens, they pretend they've been exposed to horrors beyond comprehension. (yes, even when the horror channel gets a cutesy vid)

Mina Ashiro{ A.K.A Can(n)onGodess/Pr3ttyW1ttl3K1tty}: Also Two channels, but actively makes sure that no one knows she runs both. One is a live stream of FPS set up as no-commentary/with camera (Mainly colorful ones like Valorant). The other is also no commentary with NO camera and its Sim 3 or 4 tips-and-tricks and Minecraft Aesthetic House Build (Mod and No Mod.)

Kikrou Shinomya:{A.K.A Can_It_Doom?} A STEM major that couldn't find a use for her degree as fast as she liked, so she started a Can it Run Doom? channel as a joke, and now it's evolved into a channel where people recommend different setups like Drumset Controler on a Texas TI-84 Graphing Calculator. (Is also currently in the middle of working on a live action Tank Setup for World of Tanks as a subscriber goal.)

Hoshina Soshiro{A.K.A SwordSingerSUPREME} Any game that involves sword fighting and critiques it either Accurately or HARSHLY. Also streams his HEMA training/tournaments. It's very popular (because everyone find him hot) and has since become a bit of an eclectic channel that is split between his Gaming vids, his HEMA vids, and P.O Box unboxing vids where people send him A LOT of gifts. There's also an over an hour video of him playing Let's Hit Each Other With Fake Swords the Card Game with his older brother (who is also in HEMA.) that he made when the channel hit 5 million subscribers.

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Gen Narumi{A.K.A xXGenNarumi420Xx}: Plays anything that's currently trending, but his bread and butter is FPS or Run and Guns. (Has confessed to saying "Would" to the Ultrakill Robot.)

Okonogi Konomi{A.K.A BlossomBear}: Indi VTuber that plays exclusively Indi Puzzle games or Puzzle Platformers. Isn't a singing VTuber so much as one that can and will go in-depth on programming and what goes into a VTube model (She made hers and it has two forms : a chibi, curly white haired, anthro bear girl and a white plushi version with orange blossom motifs.) Can and has demonstrated to be an absolute GOD at Minesweeper

Minase{A.K.A MinAction}: A anime/movie/Western Animation reaction channel. Has an uncanny habit of predicting things before they should be obvious.

Hakua{A.K.A HakuaKooksXP} A cooking channel whose shtick is 1000 Ways To Prepare [Insert Food Here.]. She's still currently working her way through rice.

Haruichi Izumo {Goes by his name} Various product review channel.

Aoi Kaguragi {Also goes by his name} A very well made workout channel.

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I knew Nick Khan and Triple H weren't talking to Meltzer or any of the other bottomfeeders. Now some of them are trying to attribute Seth Rollins being mad at Punk in front of the crowd as evidence of "real life heat" and a portent of drama to come. Stay classy, fuckers.

I think the amount of stupidity on everyone's part here is really sad in a "media literacy" or "how the real world works" or "are people really this dumb?" kind of way.

Like, as one example, people are out there saying OH SHIT THIS GUY SAID PUNK WASN'T SIGNED A COUPLE WEEKS AGO AND HE WAS WRONG FUCK HIM WHY DO PEOPLE TRUST THIS PERSON GRRRRR. But back when that reporter reported that... that was true. By WWE's own admission this thing came together super last-minute. It's like people don't understand that the whole "plans change, pal" thing is actually real. Plans change. Things come together late. Things that weren't even close to happening sometimes happen all at once. That's true of video games, wrestling, business. And the number of people who never seem to grasp that is something I find... I don't know, a little distressing at times.

I assume the reactions on the roster to CM Punk returning are all over the place, much like is being reported, because it's a big roster. Lots of people, lots of relationships, wrestlers talk, whatever you want to attribute it to. But the people who are trying to say WOW THAT SETH ROLLINS SURE WAS MAD AFTER THAT SHOW THAT'S REAL are extra fucking tragic. Even if he didn't know, he knows he's on camera, he knows he's in front of a crowd, and he's a professional. Even if he isn't working he's working, you know what I mean?

Anyway, I find the whole setup intriguing but I can't immediately think of must-see matches involving Punk and the existing WWE roster. And it's hard to envision who Punk is, as a character, if he isn't just shitting all over the situation he just got out of, which I don't think WWE will want to dwell on very much, if at all. I assume they'll have him work Rollins and maybe try to play off of that interview where Rollins shat all over Punk. I don't know.

Even that feels too inside, so it'll probably end up being "back in the SHIELD days you treated us like shit" or whatever, just to ground it in something a little less "inside" or "real" or whatever. Even in modern interviews you have to imagine a person talking direct shit about another wrestler is still thinking "I'll probably wrestle this guy again someday." So even taking that interview at face value feels a little tough. Whatever.

It's left me curious to see what they'll do, but not in a "I can't wait to see what CM Punk does next" sort of way. More of a "The thrill is gone and CM Punk kinda feels a little used up these days, I hope they'll find something entertaining for him to do" thing.

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Inshii | Suunaq Industrial Complex | Present Night

On a plain in the west of Alternia lay a sort of company town, a small, miserable settlement clinging to part of it like a brutalist blister.

A place few trolls had come willingly, and only in the employ of the corporation-gang that lined their pockets.

A place controlled by a mass of sapient parasites, one currently occupied with spreadsheets detailing all the people they kept there.

Inshii tapped away at their laptop when their silenced phone flashed a voicemail notification. They raised one thick finger to press the button that would play it, hearing aids attached to their fins gleaming silver in the low light of their office.

“Mx. Suunaq! We need you on-site. There have been multiple issues and we can’t seem to find the cause. You should really see this.”

The panicked recording of the factory supervisor irritated them, fins flicking as they rolled their eyes.

What did he need them on-site for? They knew their way around technology, yes, but they didn’t have time to fuss over factory problems. They turned back to their spreadsheets, their triple-screen setup glowing in front of them like it had for the past three…four?...hours. 

They rubbed at their eyes - undead though they were, the glare was starting to get to them. 

This was the fifth instance this week. They had all been minor things - glitches in the system that lasted a few seconds, slight inconsistencies in the security records, and brief measurement difficulties with their blood stock. Some sort of tiny weight discrepancy, as if something had been added, but testing had turned up nothing.

They’d all been looked into and fixed. The repetitiveness was irritating, but no connecting thread had been identified.

Of course the problems had started right after they’d gotten good news not long ago, too - they’d heard through their fae contacts that Ullane Wistim was indeed still alive, despite all her clinic’s work and QPIN connections somehow vanishing over a sweep ago. 

Reclaiming her would be quite useful, given it was the regenerative serums she had made that had allowed Ozryel to take on a troll form again. 

Queenpin would be pleased as well. It never hurt to have more credit with the ordinary rainbowdrinker; Inshii had no desire to unseat her when she was there to take the empire’s displeasure directly. Staying deeper in her favor than those in the gang who tried to unseat them was both satisfying and amusing when it caused those petty backstabbers frustration.

They’d also heard that Kaningård was forced to host an imperial agent now. They’d smirked to receive the news, imagining Tuuya having to deal with keeping their little mutant foster project hidden. Likely only a matter of time before the cavern was found out and the inferior second worm swarm was brought in for treason.

Their phone vibrating interrupted their fond imaginings and they scowled, picking it up. What now?

“Mx. Suunaq, please, the factory has locked us all out somehow - and the workers - the workers are revolting, they have weapons, we don’t know how -“

Inshii went still as the call dropped. All their wings and antennae went rigid inside their skin.

That shouldn’t be possible.

All employees were searched when leaving and entering the factory for theft or unauthorized possession of anything they shouldn’t have and monitored constantly by both their security cameras and their butterflies free-flying in the city. 

They were all debtors to QPIN - wretches whose gambling, drug use and other crimes had put them in the corporation-gang’s pocket and for whom there were few choices to pay off their misdemeanors.

Those in the butterfly swarm’s employ had chosen labor.

Labor and blood donation.

A small portion of it went to QPIN for medical uses. But much of it was split between Inshii and their jadeblooded fellow.

They were a large swarm, after all. They needed a great deal of troll blood, their hunger never satiated for long. Much more convenient to have a steady, constant supply than to waste time on hunting. Living trolls were a renewable source; killing them was only justified if they were too inconvenient to let live.

They got up, wings fluttering again as they moved -

Their free-flying butterflies in the town.

Even the ones on Nott Station. 

Gone. 

All dead at once. With no warning.

Inshii snarled as they tore open the door of their office and ran for the building’s entrance, much faster than their tall, heavyset troll frame would seem capable of moving. Their long hair streamed behind them; they had no time or inclination to put it up in a bun or ponytail. 

In seconds they raced through the streets - 

The empty streets.

Where was everyone?

Where were the workers?

The supervisors?

They could hear a faint breeze as it whistled around the street lights. 

A crow landed on one, watching them with black eyes as it cawed.

Another joined it.

Inshii’s eyes narrowed. 

They let out butterflies to attack the crows, but the birds flew away the moment they split their skin, so the swarm recalled them.

They didn’t smell death, and as all drinkers did, they had a good nose for it.

So why…?

They continued to the factory.

The squarish gray building, a fixture there for hundreds of sweeps, looked the same as ever.

Its doors were flung open. The lights were on inside.

Still they could see, smell, and hear no one. Not a single troll.

Watching this surreal scene from a few dozen feet away, they opened their phone to make a call.

No signal. No connection to the factory’s security system. 

The device began to melt in their hand as they cast it aside with a bewildered curse.

Shiny metal liquid and plastic dripped down as the phone, functional and intact seconds ago, became little more than a puddle of sludge on the pavement.

Their fins flicked. They should go back. This was getting out of control. 

The butterfly swarm turned - 

Crows.

Dozens. Hundreds, maybe. It was hard to tell.

Silently, they perched on the lights. On the buildings. Some flew in the air, their wingbeats steady as they watched the false violet.

Inshii hissed at them through needle fangs. They were the eldest of Ozryel’s children, and these birds thought they could intimidate them?

They took their laser gun from their sylladex -

It stuck to them. It cut into their head, turning into blades, slicing their skin, cutting into their insects - 

With a screech they flung it away and backed up, body rippling with shock and anger as their own weapon betrayed them. It smashed into the pavement and broke, but their pupils were slits, butterfly-like pink and violet fins fanned out in rage. 

The birds sitting still hadn’t moved an inch. The flying ones had landed. All of them stared at the rainbow drinker.

The factory, they thought. There would be a way to communicate in there. Computers. Phones.

Something.

There had to be something.

They ran for the open entryway, half expecting them to shut in their face just to continue this ridiculous haunted hive nonsense. 

The automatic glass doors instead remained invitingly open as Inshii sailed through them and came to an abrupt stop.

The factory was still brightly lit, its lobby the same as ever. 

Boot prints still covered the floor. The logbook laid open on the reception desk.

The computer was still there, though its screen was black.

No signs of a struggle. 

The doors shut behind them.

They scoffed as they stepped toward the technology.

“Whoever you are, you’ll have to try harder than that.” They drawled. “I’ve been on this planet for over four thousand sweeps. Do you think your cheap tricks intimidate me?”

They reached the computer, looking and listening, their internal antennae twitching in disdain as their fins did the same.

“You might be good with technology, and I don’t know what you’ve done with my trolls, but it won’t end well for you.” They said with supreme disdain. “I’m the butterfly. You’re just a pest.”

Laughter, buzzing and technological, echoed through the room. They couldn’t quite tell where it was coming from - were their hearing aids faulty? 

They laid a hand on the keyboard -

And could move no more.

Their whole body froze, except their mouth. Every last segment of their insects was motionless in their skin. They couldn’t even twitch an eye.

How? How could this be?

Then the walls…moved.

They rippled. Like their own insects could do, under their skin.

The metal walls partially warped into flesh, damp pink biowire rising from the hard gray material.

Inshii snarled.

“Stop with your nonsense. What do you want?”

Mercy, came a whisper. Again, they couldn’t tell where it was coming from. It was as if the voice was whispering directly into their hearing aids.

“Mercy!” They laughed - short, sharp and unamused. “I am merciful, compared to much of QPIN. My workers know exactly what their terms are. They know what they will pay, when, why, and how much left there is. They know what mistakes will add more to their sentences or cause them to lose more blood. I don’t have time to humor your dramatics.”

They struggled vainly to move anything besides their mouth.

Nothing.

“SECURITY COMMAND OVERRIDE FIVE SEVEN THREE.” They barked.

Again came the laughter.

Inshii remembered, then, that their eggshell was no more. Destroyed by that wretched hemoanon. 

Every butterfly aside from this body had been snuffed out.

For the first time in ten millennia, the eater of countless trolls knew the cornered and furious helplessness of prey.

Then they felt a tearing sensation within them. Legs and wings and chitin, shredded, by a growing foreign presence in their body, a -

A curling, heaving mass of blades burst its way out of their chest. Metallic, yet…alive. As the things crawled like insects, they gleamed like the biowire in the walls. Like the dampness of new flesh.

Coalescing as if from nothing - no.

They saw their own folded white wings and legs melded with the material. Layered into it, without seam or gap, as if they were one and the same.

How?

How could this be?

The blades scuttled around their body. Gripping them. Becoming heavy as they grew more of themselves.

They felt the buzz. Saw the slight visual glitch.

Spacial distortion tech, the false violet realized. And something…something else…

Stunned disbelief spread through them even as the blades weighed them down, growing like a terrible metallic fractal.

This couldn’t be it. This couldn’t be how it ended. Not for them, after all these sweeps.

They were the butterfly. One of the two last true drinker swarms.

The blades formed into…arms. Arms that pried their stiff mouth open.

Wings. Luminous metallic wings hanging off their body, spreading across the floor, creeping up and joining with the walls as they grew like kudzu vines before their eyes.

The walls, too, grew out into biowire tendrils, as did the ceiling. The floors as well, in shapes and patterns that to the water of trolls almost resembled the cells of a troll brain. 

Inshii - ancient, well-traveled across the empire and its colonies - had no idea what they were seeing.

It didn’t feel like a horrorterror. Their sense of reality was fine; if anything, they felt exceptionally aware, as if the world itself pressed down heavier than usual.

It was no fae. No other supernatural being they had ever encountered. No alien they knew of.

The blades clinging to them, the ones attached to the arms, formed into a vaguely troll shaped body.

The face looking at them was not.

A short, blunt brown face with long serrations on the sides of the mouth. Glowing compound green eyes. A mane of white hair. Two slender silver antennae.

Its segmented, taloned hands kept their mouth pried open, and the face bit their teeth out of their mouth.

Every last needle-like fang was torn from their gums and crunched into pieces.

They’d regrow. They always -

The swarm’s mouth remained empty. Defenseless.

Mercy, whispered the voice again, and this time it reverberated through them - coming from their own hearing aids.

Inshii felt…light. They felt their body start to…break apart. Cleanly this time. Painlessly.

Butterfly by butterfly, they flew out of their skin on a will that was not their own. They circled round the biowire and the wings, landing on the shoulders of the thing with its hands still gripped around their empty mouth.

They changed.

The pure white insects became metallic and iridescent, and Inshii could not feel themself anymore as they turned, quicker and quicker, fading away as every last part of the swarm became something else.

Consciousness dying, Inshii witnessed their own end unable to do anything, drained of self but by bit.

Soon all the butterflies had left their skin, and the air was thick with silver insects.

The rainbow drinker was no more. 

Only their stolen, altered body remained.

—

Hundreds of debtors, transported outside the city and sealed out of it by a forcefield, found a cheerful notification on their phones showing proof that their arrears and records were gone from QPIN databases.

Stupefied, they wondered how this could be. They wondered even more when they’d found the money and supplies provided for them.

They did not question it or linger, leaving behind the miserable town and its factories as quickly as they could, given that several were weakened from frequent blood loss.

They could only assume, as a mass of crows rose and flew from the city, that this was some sort of bizarre miracle.

The birds circled above them overhead, seeing that no harm came to the newly freed trolls as they stumbled away into the night. 

Free at last.

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