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core fics

[corekekw]

hi i’m Avery!! i will be writing fan fics for the core boys.

i will write for every member/camera man.

- Ron and Laiys

-Adapt and Gilly

- Jason and ???

- Lacy and Drew

- Marlon and Rocket

- Silky and Lazar

i’ll post as much as i can. Enjoy!

[corekekw]

always hard.

summary: scenarios where laiys would get a hard on for you even if it’s the smallest thing.

warnings: getting hard easily, dirty talk, teasing, kissing, cuddling, jerking off, and begging for sexual interaction.

morning hug

you walked into the kitchen still half-asleep, wearing one of his shirts that barely covered anything. laiys stood at the counter with his phone in hand. you stepped up behind him, slipped your arms around his waist, and pressed your cheek between his shoulder blades.

he went still. then you felt it, his cock thickening against the front of his boxers, growing steadily until it was fully hard and pressing into your hands.

you huffed a quiet laugh against his back. “seriously?”

laiys let out a low breath and covered your hands with his. “yes.” his voice was rough. he turned slowly so he was facing you, the hard length of him now pressing against your stomach. a small damp spot was forming on the fabric. “you hugged me for three seconds and this happens.”

you looked down, then back up at his face, still smiling. “it’s kind of impressive.”

he gave a short, self-aware laugh and kept his hands on your waist under the shirt. “don’t remind me.” he didn’t grind or ask for anything. he just held you there while his cock stayed hard between you.

you stayed for another minute, occasionally shifting just to feel him twitch, then stepped back to get a coffee. he let out a quiet breath and adjusted himself with a grimace, still hard.

you poured your coffee, glancing over at him with a small smile. “you’re just gonna stand there like that?”

“pretty much,” he said. “that or jerk off as i watch you make breakfast.”

you snorted, raising your eyebrows slightly. “now that i think about it…im not hungry”

he didn’t follow when you walked out of the kitchen.

and he was still hard when you left.

couch cuddling

you were curled against him under a blanket, head on his chest, one leg thrown over his. the show played in the background. for a while it was quiet and comfortable.

then you felt the slow, steady swell of his cock against your thigh. it kept growing until it was fully hard. laiys didn’t move away. he just exhaled through his nose and kept his arm around you.

you shifted slightly and felt him twitch. a soft sigh escaped you. “i’m not even doing anything.”

“you’re breathing on me,” he muttered. “and your leg is right there. that’s enough.”

you tilted your head to look up at him, smiling. “you’re so easy.”

laiys glanced down at you, cheeks faintly flushed. “yeah, yeah. laugh all you want. doesn’t make it less hard.” his hand stayed on your shoulder, tracing slow circles. every time you adjusted, his cock pressed more firmly against your leg.

you stayed where you were for a while, occasionally shifting on purpose. “does this happen every time we cuddle, or am I special today?”

“every time,” he said without hesitation. he didn’t ask for more. he just stayed hard underneath you while the show continued.

when the episode ended you sat up. the outline of his erection was still very obvious. you looked at it, then at his face, and chuckled under your breath.

“i’m getting water,” you said, standing. “want anything?”

“you.”

laiys watched you shake your head, walking away. he closed his eyes firmly, laying their quiet and aching.

quick kiss at the door

you had your bag over your shoulder, ready to leave. laiys caught you by the waist and pulled you in for a goodbye kiss. it started soft, then his body pressed closer and you felt his cock harden against your hip almost immediately.

you broke the kiss instantly. “you’re kidding me.”

“not kidding,” he said, voice already a little rough. he kept you close for another few seconds, the hard length of him pressed against you. “i’m not even sorry.”

you looked down between you, then back up at his face, still smiling. “one kiss and you’re already like this. it’s actually impressive.”

laiys’ mouth twitched. “impressive is one word for it.” his hands stayed on your waist. after a moment his voice dropped. “stay five more minutes. just… let me feel you a little longer. or help me out before you go. i’m already leaking.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you’re begging already?”

“a little,” he admitted, not even trying to hide it. “you’re leaving and i’m this hard. and to be fair it’s your fault you look like that. please? just a minute. i’ll be quick.”

you kissed him once more, brief this time, and stepped back. “i’ll be back later. try not to think about it too much.”

he let out a short, frustrated breath and adjusted himself through his jeans. “you’re really just gonna walk out while i’m like this?”

you smiled over your shoulder as you opened the door. “yep.”

in a way, he loved that you leave him hard and wanting. it makes him want even more.

walking around the apartment

you were barefoot in the living room in a tank top and soft shorts, moving between the kitchen and the couch, checking your phone, nothing special. while laiys sat on the couch.

after a couple of passes you noticed the tense demeanor of your boyfriend. you knew almost immediately when he readjusted himself two times over.

you stopped and raised an eyebrow. “really?”

he looked up at you, eyes a little darker than usual. “you keep walking past me like that. what do you expect?”

you walked over and stood in front of him, still amused. “i’m literally just walking around.”

laiys reached out and hooked a finger in the hem of your shorts, tugging you a step closer. “it doesn’t take me much. you know that.” his other hand stayed on his thigh.

you stayed for a moment, smiling down at him. “so you’re telling me, you get hard just by me walking?”

“i’m always horny around you,” he said. “walking the least of it.” he just looked at you while as his hand trailed your body

you eventually stepped back. “i’m gonna keep walking around, then.”

laiys let out a quiet breath and leaned back against the couch, still throbbing.

“you’re evil.”

straddling his lap innocently

you climbed onto his lap on the couch, arms around his neck, just talking about ordinary things. his hands rested on your hips.

you were laughing about something the chat was saying yesterday during streamer games.

then without fail, mid conversation you felt him start to harden underneath you. the thick outline of his cock pressed up against you through his clothes until it was fully hard and twitching with every small shift of your weight.

you looked down between you, then back up at his face, and smirked softly. “you’re hard again. we’re literally just having a normal conversation.”

laiys’ cheeks flushed faintly. “but your sitting on my lap.” his hands stayed on your hips, holding you still. every time you shifted, his breath hitched a little.

you stayed like that for a while, continuing the conversation while occasionally rolling your hips just enough to make him twitch. “it’s kinda funny how little it takes.” you said at one point, smiling.

“laugh all you want,” he muttered. then his voice dropped, rougher. “you stay like this…or move a little more.” he then moved his dark eyes to his shorts. “or pull these down and sit on it properly, which we both know you love doing.”

you raised an eyebrow, still amused. “are you that desperate?”

“a little,” he admitted. his hands tightened slightly on your hips. “you’re sitting right on it and it’s driving me crazy…please?”

the sound of his desperation got you.

so you looked at him for a second, then reached down and tugged the waistband of his shorts lower. his cock sprang free, thick and flushed, already shiny at the tip.

you wrapped your hand around him and gave a slow stroke.

laiys’ breath caught hard. “fuck—yeah. just like that.”

youu did it again, slower this time, twisting your wrist lightly on the upstroke. his hips twitched under you, but he stayed mostly still, watching your hand move on him. you settled more firmly in his lap, the hard line of his cock trapped between your palm and his stomach, and started a steady rhythm, firm, unhurried, the kind of pace that made him feel every inch of friction.

his breathing roughened. one of his hands left your hip to cover yours, guiding you for a few strokes before letting go again, as if he needed to feel it without controlling it. you tightened your grip just a little and sped up, the wet sound of your hand on him filling the quiet between you.

his precum slicked your fingers and you used it, spreading it down the shaft so every stroke was smoother, hotter.

“shit—” his voice cracked. “you’re gonna make me—fuck, don’t stop. please.”

you didn’t. you kept working him, watching his face the whole time, the way his jaw flexed, the way his eyes kept dropping to your hand then flicking back up to yours. his thighs tensed under you. you leaned in closer, still stroking, and felt him throb harder in your fist.

“look at me,” you said quietly.

and he did.

his hips jerked once, twice, chasing your hand. but you didn’t let up. a few more strokes and he came with a low, broken sound, spilling over your fingers and onto his stomach in thick pulses, body locking up under you while you kept him through it until he finally shuddered and went soft in your hand.

this got ME going crazy.

[corekekw]

break.

summary: you are sick and tired of all the girls for content with silky that it starts to bleed into real life.

warnings: angst, arguing, and yelling.

the silence inside silky’s car was absolute, heavy, suffocating, and thick with everything you’d been swallowing all night.

silky had one hand on the steering wheel, his head resting back against the headrest, looking totally unbothered as he drove down the quiet streets. you knew the slight tension in his jaw, the way his eyes flicked toward you every few seconds in the dark cab.

you stared out the passenger window, watching the streetlights blur past, your chest aching so deeply it made it hard to breathe.

you were just so tired.

"you’re not gonna say anything?" silky’s voice broke the silence, smooth and low, carrying that familiar calm demeanor he put on for the world. "just gonna give me the silent treatment the whole way home?"

you swallowed the lump in your throat, not turning to look at him. "i don't have anything to say, silky."

he let out a short, airy breath, almost a laugh, but without any humor. "come on. i know that face. what did i do now?"

"what did you do?" you finally turned your head, looking at him through glazed, tear-rimmed eyes. "silky, we were at that party for two hours. two hours. and every single time i turned around, another girl was practically in your lap. whispering in your ear, touching your arm, flirting right in front of my face."

silky didn't flinch. he kept his eyes on the road, adjusting his grip on the wheel. "baby, it's not like that. they were just talking. people come up to me at parties, you know how it is."

"no, I don't know how it is.” your voice cracked, the emotion finally spilling over. "it wasn't just 'talking.' they were throwing themselves at you, and you didn't pull away once. you just stood there with that stupid smile, letting them do whatever they wanted."

"because it doesn't mean anything to me," he said, his tone infuriatingly level, though his brow furrowed slightly, a rare crack in his usual chill composure. "i was just being polite. i didn't flirt back. i didn't take anybody's number. why are you making a massive deal out of this?"

"because it's not just tonight!" you slammed your hand against your side of the door, tears finally falling down your cheeks. "it’s always like this. if it’s not at a party, it’s on stream. its 'content' when girls call into the stream, it’s 'content' when you banter with them on camera, it’s 'content' when you play into the chat pushing you to flirt. And then we go out in public, and it just bleeds into real life!"

silky pulled the car into the driveway of the core house and put it in park. he turned toward you, his nonchalant front visibly crumbling, replaced by a dark, frustrated shadow on his face.

"the streams are work," he said, his voice dropping an octave, sharper now. "you know how this business works. it’s an act. it’s for the chat, it’s for the views. i come home to you. i’m with you. i don't give a damn about any of those girls, and you know that."

"i don't know that anymore.” you sobbed, wiping your face with the back of your hand, but the tears kept coming. "i don't know where the 'content' ends and where we begin. i am so sick of feeling like i have to share my boyfriend with thousands of people online, and then share him with random girls at parties just so you don't ruin your image as the cool, unbothered streamer."

silky reached out, grabbing your wrist, his grip firm but gentle. his eyes were wide, intense, staring into yours with a raw vulnerability he only ever showed you behind closed doors.

"look at me," he demanded softly, his breath uneven. "i love you. i don't look at them the way I look at you. i don't talk to them the way i talk to you. you get the real me, okay? nobody else gets this."

"it’s not enough, silky," you whispered, your voice trembling so badly it physically hurt. "it’s not enough to get the 'real you' only when the cameras are off and the party is over, while i have to watch you belong to everyone else the rest of the time. it makes me feel invisible. it makes me feel small."

"so what do you want me to do?" he asked, his tone growing defensive, panic weaving into his frustration. "you want me to stop streaming? you want me to act like a dick to fans who come up to me? what do you want from me?"

"i want a break," you said softly, the words hanging heavy in the confined air of the car.

he froze. the anger instantly flared back into his eyes, his mouth twisting into a scowl as he dropped your wrist.

“a break?" he snapped, his voice rising, harsh and disbelieving. "are you serious right now? you want to throw away everything we have over some random girls talking to me at a party?"

"no, silky, i want a break because i am exhausted!" you yelled back, the angst boiling over into pure desperation. "i am drowning in this relationship! i spend every single day wondering if i’m crazy for feeling jealous, or if you actually just don't care enough to set boundaries! i can't keep doing this!"

"i set boundaries!" he yelled, slamming his hand against the steering wheel, making you flinch. "i literally fight for us every single day. i keep my personal life private so people don't ruin what we have. i try to keep you safe from all the bullshit internet drama, and this is how you repay me? by quitting on us?"

"i am not quitting, i am saving myself.” tears streamed down your face continuously now, your heart completely shattered. "you claim you fight for us, but you never fight for me in the moment. you just let people cross lines because it's easier than causing a scene or breaking character.”

silky stared at you, his chest heaving, his jaw clenched tight. the silence returned, but this time it was explosive, laced with anger and unspoken heartbreak.

"fine," silky said bitterly, turning his face away toward the windshield, his throat working hard as he swallowed, trying desperately to pull his calm, cold mask back over his face, even though his trembling hands gave him away. "if you wanna walk away over nothing, go ahead. take your break."

you looked at him one last time, at the guy who was softer with you than anyone else in the world, but currently hiding behind a wall of anger because he didn't know how to fix the mess between you.

the silence in the car following those bitter, final words wasn’t a clean break, it was a ticking bomb.

you didn't get out right away. your hand froze on the door handle, the cold metal biting into your palm, while the engine hummed beneath you. you could hear the ragged sound of silky’s breathing next to you, harsh and uneven, utterly shattering the cool, unbothered facade he tried so hard to rebuild.

"i don't need you to protect me from the internet. i need you to respect me in real life.”

the words struck him like a physical blow. he froze mid-breath, his chest heaving, his hands falling back down to his sides. the anger seemed to drain out of him all at once, replaced by a hollow, terrifying stillness.

"respect you?" he repeated softly, his tone suddenly dropping into a fragile, cracked register that made your heart break all over again. "you think i don't respect you?"

silky reached across the center console, grabbing your wrists and gently pulling your hands away from your face. his eyes were shiny, filled with a rare, terrifying moisture he would never let anyone else see.

"you are not crazy," he said, his voice thick and desperate, all the nonchalance completely destroyed. "and you are not holding me back. don’t say that shit. you’re the only thing that keeps me grounded in this fake-ass industry. if i don't have you, none of this matters. the views, the money, the streams, it's bullshit without you."

"then why can't you set a boundary?" you pleaded, leaning into his touch even as your soul felt like it was tearing apart. "why couldn't you just pull away tonight and say, 'i’m here with my girlfriend'?"

silky squeezed his eyes shut, a heavy, painful sigh leaving his lips. "because i fucked up, okay? i fucked up. i was comfortable, i wasn't thinking, and i thought you knew where my heart was. i thought you knew nobody else could ever hold a candle to you."

"knowing it in your heart isn't enough when i have to watch it happen in front of my face," you murmured softly.

he opened his eyes, staring at you with an intense, suffocating plead. "so don’t do this. don’t pull away from me. let me fix it. i’ll change how i act on stream, ill stop doing those calls, i won't go to those parties anymore. just...don't take a break. don’t leave me over this."

you looked at his face, at the boy who spent late nights whispering promises to you in the dark, who held you when the world got too loud, but who was ultimately trapped in a lifestyle that was slowly suffocating you both.

"you can't just change overnight, jerry," you said, fresh tears spilling over. "and i can't keep living in constant fear. i’m exhausted. i have no confidence left in myself or in us. if we don't step back right now, we are going to end up hating each other."

"i could never hate you," he said, his voice breaking on the last word.

silky looked at you for a long, agonizing minute, searching your eyes for any sign that you might change your mind. but as he saw the quiet, sorrowful determination in your face, the fight slowly left his posture. his shoulders slumped, and he let go of your hands, staring down at his lap as a single, silent tear finally tracked its way down his cheek.

he didn't pull his cool mask back on this time. he was just broken.

"just promise me one thing," he said, his voice barely a rasp.

"what?"

"promise me this is just a break," he looked back up at you, his eyes red and pleading. "promise me you're coming back."

you chest tightened so painfully you could barely breathe. "i can’t."

you reached for the door handle again. this time, he didn't try to stop you. the click of the car door opening sounded like a gunshot in the quiet night. you stepped out into the chilly air, pulling your jacket tight around yourself, and closed the door softly behind you.

as you walked toward your car parked down the street, you heard the faint sound of a fist slamming onto a steering wheel inside his car, followed by the complete, agonizing darkness of him shutting off the headlights.

was feelings angsty

[corekekw]

hii! can you write a fic where reader wants to smoke and laiys doesn’t let her because he wants to keep her away from all that and he gets protective? love ur fics btw

nah not you.

summary: you’ve been dying to smoke all day, but the moment you have the chance laiys decides to step in and shut it down.

warnings: protective! laiys, slight banter, arguing, & smoking weed.

the heavy bass from the speaker pulsed through the floorboards, vibrating through the soles of your shoes as the room gradually filled with a sweet, faint haze.

it was a typical night in the house, chaotic, loud, and relaxed all at once. lacy was lounging on the main sectional, clutching his phone and dying of laughter at something silky had just said. over by the kitchen island, gilly leaned against the counter, casually rolling a joint between his fingers with practiced ease.

drew walked over from the hallway, tossing a freshly opened pack onto the glass coffee table before sinking into a beanbag chair nearby.

you took a seat on the comfortable cushion near the edge of the couch, resting your elbows on your knees as you watched everyone unwind. beside you sat laiys.

as usual, laiys looked completely unbothered by the noise around him. he was leaning far back into the couch cushions, one leg resting over his knee, looking effortlessly good. under the dim, warm lights of the room, his expression was entirely relaxed, eyes half-lidded as he took in the scene.

he looked like nothing in the world could bother him.

gilly struck a lighter, the small flame illuminating his face for a second before he took a slow pull to get it lit.

"pass it over," you said, reaching an arm out across the coffee table toward gilly.

before your fingers could even come close, a hand shot out and intercepted yours.

laiys caught your wrist in mid-air. his grip wasn't harsh enough to hurt, but it was solid, heavy, and completely unyielding. without even shifting his body, he gently but firmly guided your hand back down, resting it on your own thigh.

"nah," lays said smoothly, his tone low and completely unbothered. "you’re good."

you blinked, pulling your wrist away from his touch and giving him a baffled look. "what do you mean, i’m good? i asked for a hit. hand it over, gilly."

gilly paused, looking between you and laiys with a slight smirk, waiting to see how this was going to play out before handing anything over.

"i said no," laiys repeated softly. he finally turned his head toward you, his dark eyes locking onto yours. on the outside, he still looked completely chill, but underneath that relaxed front, there was a sharp, non-negotiable wall. "you don't need to be messing with any of that."

"bro, come on," lacy interrupted from the other side of the sectional, turning around and rolling his eyes at laiys. "let her smoke, man. why are you acting like her dad all of a sudden? she’s grown."

"on god," drew chimed in, leaning forward from his chair with a chuckle. "she’s literally an adult, laiys. let her make her own decisions, bro, it really ain't that deep. why are you stressing?"

laiys knew drew was trying to fuck with him.

"i ain't stressing," laiys replied smoothly, not even looking back at them. his attention remained entirely fixed on you. "and both of you need to stay out of it."

silky let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he leaned back. "man’s getting protective tonight, i see."

you crossed your arms tight over your chest, a hot wave of annoyance washing over you. it was infuriating how coolly he was shutting you down, as if your opinion on your own choices didn't even matter.

"laiys, seriously? you’re literally sitting right next to me doing the exact same thing," you said, your voice dripping with irritation. "why are you being like that? it’s literally just a smoke."

"because that’s what i said," laiys murmured, leaning in a fraction closer. he didn't want you touching it, not tonight, not ever. in his mind, the noise, the habits, and the chaos of everything going on in that room belonged to everyone else, but you were different. he wanted to keep you away from all of it, even if it made you furious with him.

"that’s not an answer.” you snapped back, leaning away from him slightly. "bro i don’t belong to you. stop acting like you own what i can and can't do."

drew raised his hands in a playful mock surrender. "she’s got a point, bro. you’re being weird for no reason."

"i don't care," laiys said simply, ignoring drew entirely. he reached out, his long arm extending over the back of the couch behind you before settling heavily across your shoulders. he pulled you just a tiny bit closer to his side, effectively wrapping you in a physical barrier that cut you off from the rest of the table.

"you can get as mad as you want," laiys muttered softly, his tone completely flat. "be annoyed, whatever…but you're still not touching it."

you let out a frustrated sigh, glaring down at the coffee table while his arm stayed anchored over you like a fortress, making it abundantly clear that he wasn't backing down in front of everyone.

about twenty minutes passed, the living room chatter growing louder as lacy and silky got into a chaotic debate about something on twitter. you stayed quiet, your annoyance smoldering underneath the surface.

every time you tried to shift away, laiys’ arm stayed heavy on your shoulder, keeping you tethered right beside him.

eventually, you shoved his arm off and stood up. "i’m going out back," you said cold and short, turning on your heel and walking down the dimly lit hallway toward the back room.

you slammed the door shut behind you, not hard enough to break anything, but loud enough to make a point. you sat down on the edge of the outside couch, crossing your arms and staring at the trees, waiting for the annoyance to pass.

a few seconds later, the door handle clicked, and the door swung open. laiys stepped outside, shutting it behind him with a quiet click. the heavy bass from the living room muffled into a distant thrum.

"what?" you grumbled, not looking up.

laiys shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. he didn't look bothered at all; he just had that same calm, slightly amused expression on his face.

"you’re really out here mad over a joint?" he asked dryly, raising an eyebrow.

"i’m mad that you made a scene out there," you replied, glaring up at him. "lacy and drew were right. you don't need to block me like you're my bodyguard or something. it’s not that deep."

laiys took a couple of slow steps forward, pulling one hand out of his pocket to rub the back of his neck.

"i’m not trying to play bodyguard," he said casually, his voice staying low and practical. "it’s just stupid. the rest of us sit out there doing it every single night because we got nothing better to do. you don't do it, so why start now?"

"because i asked for a hit, and you completely shut me down in front of everyone," you said, rolling your eyes. "you could've just let it go."

"nah," laiys said, shaking his head slightly. he walked over to the edge of the bed and stood right in front of you, looking down with a straightforward expression. "i’m just not gonna sit there and hand it to you. i keep myself around all that garbage because whatever, but I don't need you getting into it."

"so you just decide for me?"

"yeah, basically," he shrugged, a faint, cocky smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "call it what you want, but i’m just keeping you out of the mess. you don't need to be doing everything we do."

you let out a dry laugh, shaking your head. "you’re ridiculous."

"maybe," laiys replied smoothly. he reached down, grabbing your wrist again, not forcefully, just casually tugging you up from the bed. "come back inside and stop pouting in the dark."

"i wasn't pouting," you muttered, though you let him pull you toward the door anyway.

"right," laiys chuckled, tossing his arm back over your shoulders as soon as he opened the door to the hallway. "whatever you say. but i’m serious about the weed, so don't even try it again."

when the two of you stepped back into the living room, the atmosphere was just as loud as before. silky glanced up first, a wide grin spreading across his face as he saw laiys' arm locked securely back around your neck.

"look who made it back," silky called out, taking a sip from his cup. "did you give her the lecture, laiys?"

"shut up," you muttered, dropping back onto the sectional.

lacy looked over from his phone, shaking his head with a smirk. "bro, you really walked all the way outside just to keep hounding her? you’re actually sick."

"i’m hounding anyone," laiys said, sinking back into his spot right next to you, looking completely relaxed again like the whole interaction in the hallway never even happened. he reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and started casually scrolling through it with one hand while keeping his other arm draped over the back of your seat. "just making sure she stays sensible."

"sensible?" drew laughed from his beanbag, tossing a bag of chips onto the table. "bro, she was just trying to take one hit. you acted like she was trying to do a line."

"y’all talk too much," laiys replied, completely unfazed by the teasing. he didn't even look up from his phone screen. "pass the spliff, gilly."

gilly handed the joint across the table, catching the smirk from laiys before you scoffed to yourself. "you’re lucky she puts up with you, man. anyone else would've thrown a glass at your head."

"she loves it," laiys said smoothly, a tiny, subtle smirk flashing on his face before disappearing through the smoke.

you shoved his hip with your elbow, hard enough to make him shift an inch. "fuck off"

laiys didn't even flinch. he just casually grabbed a bottle of water from the coffee table, unscrewed the cap, and handed it directly to you without you even asking for it.

"drink that and relax," he murmured under his breath, his tone flat, practical, and entirely nonchalant.

you took the bottle, rolling your eyes, but as you took a sip, lacy caught your eye from across the table and shook his head, mouthing, he crazy. you couldn't help the slight laugh that escaped you, settling back into the couch while laiys kept his quiet, possessive guard up for the rest of the night.

im working on a ron and laiys x reader 👀

[corekekw]

jealous laiys smut 🙏🙏

better offer.

summary: you and laiys have been keeping it on the down low to keep things chill. but when your boss adapt try’s to put you on, jealousy just pours out of laiys.

warnings: smut, kissing, jealousy, dirty talk, teasing, sneaking around, & un established relationship.

the atmosphere in the house was, as always, a whirlwind of chaotic energy. ron was in the middle of a high-decibel rant, his voice echoing off the walls as he acted wildly, while adapt sat beside him, laughing with that mischievous glint in his eyes.

you stood just off-camera, a tablet in hand, managing the schedule and ensuring the stream didn’t descend into total anarchy. as adapt’s assistant and one of the group's closest friends, you were the glue holding the madness together.

but as you caught the eye of laiys, the man standing behind the camera, a secret thrill raced down your spine.

to the world, and to ron and adapt, laiys didn’t have much interaction with woman. to you, he was the man who spent his nights pressing you into the mattress, his quiet demeanor replaced by a possessive, hungry intensity that left you breathless. your fling had been a secret for months, a high-stakes game of hidden glances and stolen touches in the hallways of the house.

“listen, y/n” adapt suddenly said, interrupting ron’s tangent. he leaned back in his chair, grinning. “i’ve been thinking. you’re always working, always taking care of us. you need a personal life. and guess what? i actually know a guy. he’s a friend of a friend, successful, handsome, totally your type. i already mentioned you to him, and he’s dying to meet you.”

the air in the room seemed to shift instantly. you felt laiys stiffen behind the lens. you didn’t look at him, but you could practically feel the heat radiating off him, the sudden tension in his shoulders.

a wicked idea sparked in your mind. you liked laiys, but you liked pushing his buttons even more.

usually you wouldn’t give in. you’d shit down adapts stupid ideas. but your words deceived you.

“oh, really?” you asked, tilting your head and wearing a look of curiosity. you leaned in slightly toward adapt. “a guy, huh? what’s he like? is he actually handsome, or is this another one of your ‘trust me’ setups?”

“nah im for real.” adapt muttered, oblivious to the storm brewing three feet away. “he’s cool. i think you two would fit. i can set up a dinner for you guys this weekend.”

“i mean...why not?” you shrugged, a small, playful smile dancing on your lips. “i could use a distraction. set it up, i’m intrigued.”

from behind the camera, there was a sharp, audible click. laiys had adjusted the focus ring with a bit too much force and you risked a glance. his dark eyes were narrowed, locked onto you with a look that wasn’t professional or detached. it was pure, unadulterated jealousy. he looked like he wanted to reach through the camera and drag you out of the room right then and there.

for the rest of the stream, the tension was suffocating. every time you even laughed at something adapt said, or mentioned how you were looking forward to the "mystery man," you felt laiys’ gaze burning into the back of your neck. he didn’t say a word, but the way he moved, the sudden, sharp efficiency of his movements, betrayed his mood.

rhe moment the "stream offline" graphic flashed across the monitors, the energy in the room broke. ron, exhausted from his own volume, stood up and stretched.

“i’m out, i need food,” ron announced, heading for the door.

“i’m gonna hit you with the details for the link, y/n” adapt called out, waving as he followed ron out, leaving the two of them alone in the sudden, ringing silence of the theatre room.

you didn't move. you stood by the desk, slowly putting your tablet away, your heart hammering against your ribs. you could hear the sound of the camera being powered down, the click of the tripod being locked.

then, you heard his footsteps. slow and deliberate.

you didn't have time to turn around before a heavy hand landed on the desk beside you, and another gripped your waist, pulling you back flush against a hard chest. the scent of his cologne and the warmth of his skin enveloped you instantly.

laiys leaned down, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. his voice was a low, dangerous growl, stripped of its usual softness.

“you really want to take that offer?”

you shivered, but didn't back down. you leaned her head back against his shoulder, looking up at him with a challenging glint in your eyes. “i don’t know, laiys. adapt says he’s a catch. and since we’re keeping ‘this’ a secret, i figured i might as well see what else is out there.”

the grip on your waist tightened painfully, his fingers digging into your hip. laiys let out a low, guttural sound, a mix of a huff and a groan. he spun you around in one fluid motion, pinning you back against the edge of the heavy equipment table. the sudden impact knocked the breath out of you, but the look in his eyes made your lungs seize for a different reason.

“what else is out there?” he repeated, his voice dropping an octave. “you think some ‘handsome guy’ can do what i do to you?”

you smirked, your hand reaching up to toy with the collar of his shirt. “maybe. i guess I’ll have to find out on saturday.”

that was his breaking point.

laiys groaned, his mouth crashing onto yours in a kiss that wasn't a request, it was a claim. it was rough, desperate, and fueled by the hours of repressed jealousy he’d endured on stream. be tasted of mint and hunger, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with an urgency that left you gasping.

you moaned into the kiss, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. you loved this version of him, the one who lost his composure, the one who stopped being the observer and became the predator.

he broke the kiss just long enough to trail his lips down your jawline to the sensitive skin of your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.

“you aren't going anywhere,” he muttered against your skin, his hands sliding down to lift you up, seating you firmly on the table. he pushed your legs apart, stepping firmly between them, his presence overwhelming. “you aren't looking at another man, i don’t even want you thinking about another man. understand?”

“make me,” you whispered, a dare in your voice.

laiys didn't need to be told twice. he reached down, his hands moving with a focused intensity as he stripped you of your clothes and his own with frantic haste. he didn't waste time with gentleness; he wanted you to feel every ounce of the frustration that had been building up since adapt first opened his mouth.

“what if they come back in?”

“i don’t care.”

with a swift motion, he entered you, it was one deep, possessive thrust that forced a loud, echoing cry from your lips. you arched your back, your nails digging into his shoulders, your eyes fluttering shut as he filled you completely.

he didn't give you time to adjust. he began to move, his pace relentless and punishing. every thrust was a statement, a rhythmic reminder of who you belonged to. he watched your face closely, his eyes dark and focused, wanting to see every flicker of pleasure and surrender.

“tell me,” he gasped, his voice strained as he drove deeper, hitting that perfect spot that made your toes curl. “tell me you don't want anyone else.”

“i don’t,” you sobbed out, your head tossing back against the table. “only you...laiys, please...”

“say it,” he commanded, his movements becoming faster, more erratic, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the quiet room. “say you’re mine.”

“i’m yours…i’m yours, laiys.”

the admission seemed to snap something inside him. he gripped your thighs, pulling you flush against him, and delivered a final, devastating series of thrusts that sent you spiraling into a crashing orgasm. you clung to him, your body shaking, your vision blurring as the pleasure overwhelmed you.

moments later, laiys followed you, a low roar escaping his throat as he collapsed against you, his forehead resting against yours, both of them heaving for air.

for a long time, the only sound was the hum of the projector and their synchronized breathing. laiys didn't pull away immediately; he stayed anchored inside you, holding you as if he were afraid you might vanish if he let go.

he pulled back slowly, his expression softening, though the possessive glint remained. he reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from your damp forehead.

“about that date,” he whispered, his voice returning to its usual calm, though it held a new, smug edge.

you blinked, still coming down from the high.

“yeah?”

“tell adapt you’re busy this weekend,” laiys murmured, leaning in to give you a slow, lingering kiss. “because you’re gonna be spending every second of it in my bed.”

you bit your lip, leaning into him. you had intended to tease him, but in the end, you were the one who had been completely conquered. as you looked at the man who had just claimed you so thoroughly, you knew one thing for certain.

you didn't want another man.

i’m high rn so sorry if this is bad 🥸

[corekekw]

somebody requested lacy and shy! reader so had to deliver!!!

party boy.

summary: lacy finds you in the corner alone at tara’s party. intrigued by your closed off demeanor he takes matters into his own hands.

warnings: kissing, flirting, shy! reader, confident! lacy

the music was practically vibrating through the floorboards, but you were tucked safely into the corner of the living room, nursing a cup of soda and trying very hard to look like you were comfortably taking it all in.

tara yummy parties were legendary, which meant they were also packed wall-to-wall with influencers, creators, and loud personalities. you had only come because a friend dragged you along, but the second they disappeared into the crowd, your shy nature took over.

then, lacy walked into your peripheral vision.

you recognized him immediately. he was one of the biggest streamers on the platform right now, known for his chaotic, hilarious streams. but seeing him in person was an entirely different story. he looked incredibly good up close, curly hair, a relaxed smirk, and surprise confidence.

you quickly looked down at your cup, hoping you hadn’t been caught staring.

"hey. you look like you’re trying to blend into the wallpaper," a smooth voice said right next to you.

you glanced up, and your heart dropped right into your stomach. lacy was leaning against the wall right beside you, a playful grin on his face.

"i—oh, no, just...taking a breath," you stammered, your face heating up instantly.

"yeah? well, this corner just got a whole lot more interesting," lacy said softly, stepping a little closer. he tilted his head, his eyes locked on yours. "i’m lacy, by the way. but i feel like you might already know that."

"i’m y/n," you said blankly. inside, your mind was racing: he is so hot. why is he talking to me? you were completely feeling his energy, but your shyness made it impossible to do more than give him small, timid smiles.

"nice to meet you, y/n," he murmured, leaning in slightly to talk over the loud music. "you have a really cute smile. you should use it more tonight."

before you could process the butterflies exploding in your chest, two familiar faces burst through the crowd.

"lacy! bro, there you are!" jason yelled, slapping lacy on the shoulder.

ron popped up right next to him, holding two red solo cups like weapons. "we got the table claimed for pong. you’re up, man, let's go.”

lacy blinked, visibly annoyed by the interruption, but kept his cool. "guys, i’m literally in the middle of a conversation."

both jason and rom turned their attention to you. suddenly having three sets of eyes, including two loud, energetic guys, focused on you was overwhelming. you instinctively took a small step back, clutching your cup a little tighter.

"oh, hey.” ron beamed. "you wanna play? we need a fourth!"

"i...um..." your voice completely failed you. the thought of standing around a table with a crowd of people watching you play beer pong made your anxiety spike. you looked down, shaking your head softly. "i’m not that good."

"ah, come on, ron’s not either." jason pushed playfully.

lacy caught the clear discomfort in your eyes. without missing a beat, he stepped slightly in front of you, putting an arm up to block his friends' overeager energy.

"she said no, guys. go find someone else," he said, his tone firm but casual. "I'm staying right here."

ron groaned. "bro, really? you’re ditching us?"

"yeah. go," lacy smirked, waving them off.

with a few exaggerated sighs and dramatic eye rolls, jason and ron finally shuffled back into the crowd toward the game table.

as soon as they were gone, lacy turned back to you, his expression softening instantly. "sorry about them. they have zero volume control."

"from clips i’ve seen it looks like you don’t either," you whispered, looking up at him with a small grin. "thanks though."

"hey, i might be loud but i’d much rather stay here with you anyway," he said softly, his eyes dropping to your lips for a split second before meeting your gaze again. "actually...it’s kind of loud out here. want to get out of the chaos?"

you nodded, trusting him completely. he gently took your hand,his palm warm and reassuring, and led you through the hallway, opening the door to a quiet upstairs guest room.

he closed the door behind you, instantly cutting out 90% of the bass and noise from downstairs. the sudden quiet made the room feel electric.

"better?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking up at you.

"much better," you breathed out, standing a bit awkwardly near the door.

lacy patted the spot next to him on the bed. "come sit."

you walked over and sat down, sitting close, but leaving a tiny gap out of shyness. he closed the distance immediately, turning his body to face you. he rested an arm on his knee, leaning in close.

"you know, for someone so quiet, you're really hard to take my eyes off of," he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

you cheeks flushed a deep crimson. "you’re just saying that."

"i really, really am not," he said smoothly. he reached out, his fingers gently brushing against your chin to tilt your face up toward his. the playful smirk was gone, replaced by an intense, warm gaze. "you’re gorgeous.”

your breath hitched in your throat. he’s actually doing this, you thought, your heart hammering against your ribs.

lacy’s eyes searched yours, checking for your reaction. sensing your quiet green light, he slowly leaned in, giving you plenty of time to pull back. but you didn't move an inch.

when his lips finally met yours, it was soft, sweet, and lingering. the timidness melted away into a wave of heat as lady leaned deeper into the kiss, his hand moving gently from your chin to cup the back of your neck. the kiss was confident yet tender, pulling a soft sigh from your lips.

when he finally pulled back just a few inches, his forehead rested against yours. his thumb softly stroked your cheek as he smiled.

"definitely glad i ditched beer pong," he whispered, a playful glint returning to his eyes.

idk if i like writing a shy ish reader

[corekekw]

NNN.

summary: the core boys make a bet that if you lose no nut november you pay up 10,000. ron thinks he could do it no problem, until you decide to make it your mission to make him fold.

warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), teasing, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie, rough sex, praise, and overstimulation.

the moment you heard about the bet all the boys made for november, you were pissed. this wasn’t just about ron, because what were you gonna do for a month without any sexual interaction? you were in need just as much as he was.

ron had told her that it would be easier if they didn’t hangout so close for the month.

“whenever i’m around you i get horny.”

an idea popped into your head after a few days in. if ron was so confident he’d be able to last if you just gave him space…then you’d do the complete opposite and make him pay for ruining november. so every couple days you would do something to make him want you even more.

“rani?” you called for him from his bathroom. you knew he was streaming and you didn’t like to bother him while he was working, but you were too committed. “raniii?”

ron took his headset off in the other room aggressively. “what y/n?” he looked towards the bathroom waiting for a response.

“can you come here?”

“y/n i’m streaming.”

“i need your help” you said, smirking to yourself.

ron sets his headset on his desk, getting up and heading towards his bathroom. opening the door quickly, his annoyance is clear. “what?-“ his words were cut off by the sight in front of him.

you stood there fresh out of the shower. only in the his favorite bra of yours and black leather shorts.

“y/n..”

“i need you to tie my top in the back.” your words came out innocently but the look on his face wasn’t. “please.”

you placed the top on your body perfectly and turned your back to him. he slowly tied the strings, lightly grazing your bare back every so often.

the shiver down your skin his touch gave you made it feel like you were torturing yourself instead.

ron stared down at you in the mirror as he finished tying. his gaze was sharp and you felt it everywhere.

“you look good, baby.” he said, lowering his head to your ear.

“i’m going out with my friends, i love you.”

you walked away, not once looking back. he couldn’t see it but the grin on your face was wide.

ron stood there turned on and annoyed. all he wanted to do was fuck you, especially after seeing you like that. he closed his eyes, shaking his head. walking back to his stream, he muttered to himself.

“it’s only been a week.”

you and ron made your way to the kitchen at 1 am. you’ve noticed he’s been eyeing you all night, trailing every inch of your body during dinner.

the vibe went both ways though. you had to squeeze your legs together just to contain the raging desire pulsing everywhere. he looked so good in his baggy jeans with a white polo, and those damn glasses.

it was torture.

“looks like one of the boys made brownies.” he said approaching the counter with a pan sitting on top. then turning to right, he chuckled at the bowl. “and left some of the batter.”

ron scooped up batter with two fingers, bringing them to his lips to try. you swallow watching the motion. your mind trails back to memories of late nights involving the same act.

“it’s kinda good.”

two can play at that game, you thought.

“i wanna try.”

before he could move you grabbed his hand, taking his two fingers with leftover batter, into your mouth. his eyes widened, watching you closely.

you sucked the brownie batter off his hands very slowly, swirling your tongue. his usual steady breath became shaky as you stared into his eyes the whole time.

“y/n...”

you slide his fingers out with a pop. smiling innocently at him, “it’s very good.”

he continued to stare at you, his mouth slightly open. you hold onto his hand for a few more seconds before dropping it and turning away.

“you can’t do that.”

“do what?” you asked grabbing a water from the fridge.

“you know what.”

“okay then do something about it.”

“y/n you know i can’t.”

“why rani?”

“it’s 10 bands.” he sighed, stepping towards you.

you raise your eyebrows at his defense. you could tell how close he is to breaking just by his body language. he was tense, his cheeks turning to a flush, his jeans growing tighter every minute.

“do you know how bad i want to bend you over this counter right now.” he breathed, grabbing your hips and pulling you against him roughly.

you bit your lip slowly at his aggressive handling. but you knew he wouldn’t break, not in this moment.

“but you won’t.”

you pushed him off you lightly and walked back up to his room in silence.

it’s been a week since you pulled that stunt, a week since you’ve seen ron.

it wasn’t on purpose.

he has been on a work trip to miami the past couple days and now he’s back.

and he wants to see you.

it surprised you almost, how eager he was to see you.

just as you grabbed your keys to leave a text message lit up your phone.

rani 💌

come over now.

you

i am

rani 💌

hurry

starting to become worried, you put your phone into your purse and started you car.

you walked up to ron’s room as fast as you could while still saying hi to laiys and drew.

ron swung the door open before you could even knock. he answered in grey sweatpants and a wrinkled white t-shirt, looking like a man who'd been unraveling for days. his dark hair was messy, jaw shadowed with stubble, and his eyes, god his eyes, were doing that intense thing where they locked onto her like you were the only thing in the room worth looking at.

"you’re here," he said, leaning against the doorframe.

"you sounded desperate."

"i am desperate." he stepped aside to let you in. "i’ve been losing my mind."

you placed your keys down on his night stand and gave him your full attention.

"and i’m fucking done with this shit." he ran a hand through his hair, looking almost sheepish. "it’s been weeks thinking about you every single night until i couldn't breathe."

"that sounds like a you problem."

"it's about to be a you problem."

you laughed, but it came out breathier than intended. he was standing closer now, not touching her yet, but close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off his body.

you reached up and traced you’re finger along his jaw, feeling the scratch of stubble. he closed his eyes at the contact, a small exhale escaping him, and that tiny reaction sent a thrill through her. he was so wound up that even that barely-there touch was getting to him.

"then do something," she whispered.

his eyes opened, dark and hungry, and he pulled you against him in one fluid motion. his mouth found yours, and the kiss was nothing like the tentative ones you’d shared before. this was weeks of frustration poured into a single moment.

"i want to do something for you," you said, your fingers curling into the hem of his shirt.

he pulled back just enough to look at you. "like what?”

“this is about you tonight." you slid your hands under his shirt, palms flat against his stomach, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch. "you’ve been suffering for weeks. let me take care of you."

“y/n—“

“shut up and let me."

you pushed his shirt up and over his head, tossing it somewhere behind you. you traced your fingers down his chest, down his happy trail, stopping just above the waistband of his sweatpants.

he was already hard. that much was obvious through the thin grey fabric, the outline of him straining against the material. but what you noticed immediately was the dark spot at the front, a small wet patch that had already soaked through.

"oh my god, rani."

he groaned, tipping his head back against the wall. "i told you. i’ve been losing my mind. ive been leaking for days just thinking about you."

you hooked your fingers into his waistband and pulled the sweatpants down in one motion, leaving him in nothing but boxer briefs that did absolutely nothing to hide the situation. the wet spot was more visible now, a clear sign of just how deprived he'd been.

"you’re already making a mess and i haven't even touched you yet."

“i’m aware." his voice strained, almost pained. "every time you purposely teased me, which was constantly, i’d get hard and have to will it away. you have no idea what that does to a man."

you knelt in front of him slowly, looking up through your lashes. "then let me find out."

you pulled his boxer briefs down, and his cock sprang free, already glistening at the tip with pre-cum that had been building for days. he was so turned on that a thin strand of it connected to the fabric as she pulled it away, and she watched his jaw clench at the sight.

"don't tease me," he said through gritted teeth. "i swear to God, y/n, if you tease me right now I will not survive it."

"who said anything about teasing?"

you leaned forward and ran your tongue along the length of him, base to tip, tasting the salt of pre-cum that had already gathered there. the sound he made was somewhere between a groan and a growl, his hand flying to the wall behind him for support.

"fuck," he breathed. "fuck, fuck, fuck."

you took her time with him, wrapping your lips around the head and sucking gently, swirling your tongue in slow circles. he was already so sensitive from weeks of denial that every small movement made him twitch against her mouth. more pre-cum leaked onto your tongue, continuous and steady, and you realized he wasn't exaggerating, his body was absolutely overflowing, weeks of pent-up arousal leaking out in waves.

"you taste like you've been waiting for this," you murmured, pulling back just enough to speak.

"i have been waiting for this." his hand moved to your hair, not pushing, just resting there like he needed something to anchor himself. "every night, i thought about your mouth on me. thought about this."

you took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks and creating a slow, deliberate rhythm. his fingers tightened in your hair, hips jerking forward involuntarily before he caught himself.

"you have no idea how good this feels." his head was tipped back, throat exposed.

you took him back into your mouth, cutting off his words with the sensation, and he let out a broken moan that echoed off the bedroom walls. you could feel him getting harder against your tongue, which you hadn't even thought was possible. his thighs were trembling, and the pre-cum was constant now, slicking her lips and chin.

"i’m — if you keep going, i’m going to—"

you pulled off immediately, and the sound of frustration he made was almost comical.

"you said you wanted to feel good," you said, looking up at him with a deliberately innocent expression. "i didn't say i was going to let you finish yet."

he stared down at her, chest heaving, eyes wild.

"you held out for three weeks. you can hold out a little longer."

"i take it back. i was wrong. o made a terrible mistake. please—"

he grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward the mattress with a desperation that was genuinely flattering, practically throwing himself down and pulling you on top of him. you straddled his hips, feeling the hard length of him pressing against you through your thin pants, and he groaned at even that indirect contact.

"you’re still wearing too many clothes," he said, his hands already working at your pants.

he sat up, and she helped him pull her shirt over her head, then reached back to unclasp her bra. his eyes tracked every newly exposed inch of skin like he was memorizing it, and when she was bare from the waist up, he just stared for a moment.

"you’re so fucking beautiful," he said quietly. "you know that?"

"you can tell me again when i’m naked."

he laughed, a real laugh, surprised and genuine, and then took off your pants while you shook out of them.

"i need you," he said. "right now. i can't wait anymore."

"then don't."

he flipped you onto your back with a speed that knocked the breath out of you, settling between your thighs. you could feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, already slick, the heat of him was almost unbearable.

"no condom?" you asked, not because you were worried, you’ve had the conversation before, but because you wanted to hear him say it.

"i want to feel you." his forehead pressed against yours. "i want to feel everything.”

"then get inside me."

he pushed forward, and you both groaned as he sank into you. he was thick enough that the stretch made you gasp, and he paused immediately.

"okay?"

"more than okay. keep going."

he slid the rest of the way in, bottoming out, and his arms shook as he held himself still. "you feel — god, you feel incredible. i’m not going to last."

“so let go.”

"no, i want—i want this to be good for you too—"

you grabbed his face and pulled him down for a kiss. "rani. you’ve been losing your mind for three weeks. let go."

he started moving, and the pace he set was anything but gentle. his hips snapped forward with a desperation that was almost feral, each thrust deep and hard and uncoordinated in the way that only genuine need could produce.

"fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, burying his face in your neck.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and the angle shift made you cry out. he hit something inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids, and he noticed immediately, adjusting to hit that spot again and again.

"there?" he asked, voice rough.

"right there, don't stop—"

"never. i’m never stopping. i’m never doing that stupid bet again." his thrusts were getting harder, more erratic, and you could feel him throbbing inside you.

"i’m close," you gasped.

“me too." he was sweating now, damp hair falling across his forehead, and the look on his face was somewhere between agony and ecstasy.

"do it."

you clenched around him as your orgasm hit, and the sensation ripped through you in waves that made your vision blur. he followed almost instantly, a broken sound tearing from his throat as he buried himself as deep as possible.

three weeks of pent-up frustration poured out of him in a way that was almost overwhelming, and he kept thrusting weakly through it, riding out every last wave.

"holy shit," he breathed, collapsing on top of you without pulling out. "holy shit."

he laughed against your neck, the vibration of it humming through her skin. "i’m never doing no nut november again. that was the worst decision of my life."

"you say that now, but you're the one who agreed to it in the first place."

later that night ron picked up his phone from his nightstand as you slept soundly.

ron is typing…

ron: who do i give the 10 bands?

i’ve been working on this for a week omg

[corekekw]

can u do some cute gilly fluff!!

working too hard.

summary: gilly finds you working a bit too hard late at night after he’s been filming all day. an idea pops in his head to go get food.

warnings: just pure fluff.

thee house was blissfully quiet for the first time in twelve hours. up until twenty minutes ago, ron had been running through the halls screaming for content, but now the shoot was finally wrapped, the main house was empty, and you were sitting on the couch in the dim living room with your laptop glowing on your lap.

as jason’s assistant, your night wasn't over just because the cameras stopped rolling. you were furiously clearing out emails, organizing tomorrow’s schedule, and trying to figure out where a random charge for three hundred latex balloons had come from.

click.

the door opened, and gilly walked in. he was carrying a heavy camera rig in one hand like it was a grocery bag, looking thoroughly exhausted, yet somehow entirely unfazed.

he didn't say anything at first. he just stood in the doorway, staring at you, then slowly leaned against the doorframe.

"ya know," gilly said, his voice a low, nonchalant tone, "it’s 2:00 am and i’m pretty sure working right now ain’t fun."

you didn't look up from your screen. "jason isnt gonna do this himself."

gilly walked over, set his camera gear down on the coffee table with a heavy thud, and casually snapped your laptop shut. not hard enough to break it, but firm enough to kill your sentence mid-word.

"really?" you protested.

"nah. you’re done," gilly said smoothly, dropping down onto the couch right next to you and slumping so far back his head rested on the top cushions. "i just spent four hours filming adapt while he tried to do a trickshot of the court."

“so?”

“let’s get food.”

you let out a breathless laugh, “jason will kill me if this schedule isn’t done.”

"bro i’ll take care of that," he interrupted, raising an eyebrow and tossing the car keys up in the air, catching them cleanly. "come on, it’s on me."

you stared at him for a second, trying to stay stern, but his deadpan, totally relaxed expression broke you. you let out a laugh and closed the laptop for real. "fine. but if jason fires me, i’m moving into your room."

"sounds good to me. i need someone to help me organize my toys anyway," he replied with a smirk, standing up and handing you your jacket.

five minutes later, you were in the car, cruising down the empty streets.

gilly had his feet slung up on the dashboard, a habit you’d given up trying to correct, and was casually scrolling through his phone, looking effortlessly good.

"soo," he said, breaking the quiet. "what are we feeling? mcdonald’s? canes? or do we risk the 24-hour drive thru diner down the street?"

"the diner," you said immediately. "the fries there hit different at two in the morning."

"agreed. good structural integrity on those fries," he noted with a dead-serious face.

when you pulled up to the crackling drive-thru speaker, gilly rolled his window down and leaned across the center console.

he didn't even hesitate.

"yeah, hi," he said into the mic, his tone entirely casual. "can I get two large fries, a chocolate shake, a bacon cheeseburger, and whatever energy drink you have?"

you snickered, leaning over to nudge his shoulder. "get yourself a bottle of water too, please."

"and a water," he added without missing a beat, "because my friend here thinks hydration is a substitute for a personality."

"i am literally saving your kidney health," you whispered, shoving his shoulder a little harder.

gilly just smirked, pulling back into his seat and handing over the card at the window.

as the worker handed over a bag that smelled intensely like salt and grease, he took a deep, dramatic breath. "love that smell"

instead of driving straight back to the chaotic house, you pulled into a dark, quiet spot under the yellow light of a parking lot lamp.

he immediately unbuckled, unzipped his hoodie just a bit, and started unpacking the food onto his lap like a professional tailgate caterer. he grabbed a fry, dipped it in the milkshake, a bizarre habit he swore by, and held it out toward you.

"eat it. don’t say shit until you eat it," he instructed smoothly.

you sighed, leaned in, and took a bite. the mix of hot, salty fry and cold sweet chocolate was surprisingly...amazing.

gilly watched your reaction, a lazy, satisfied grin spreading across his face. "told you. i know my food.”

"you’re ridiculous," you chuckled, taking another fry for yourself.

"maybe," he said, his voice dropping into a softer, quieter rhythm as the adrenaline of the night finally fully wore off. he leaned his head back against the headrest, looking over at you with a soft, amused glint in his eye. "but i got you to stop working, didn't I?"

"yeah, you did."

gilly reached over, his movement completely nonchalant, and grabbed a fry from your side of the bag.

but as he pulled his hand back, his fingers brushed against yours, lingering just a second longer than necessary. he didn't make a big deal out of it, didn't pull away quickly, just let his hand rest on the console right next to yours.

"next time adapt wants to film until 2 am," he murmured, his eyes half-lidded as sleep finally started to catch up to him, "we're faking a broken starlink and leaving early."

"deal," you smiled, reaching out and gently lacing your fingers with his.

he squeezed your hand back, a quiet, sleepy smile tugging at the corner of his lips as the radio hummed softly in the background.

I LOVE GILLYYY

[corekekw]

i promise i’m getting to all of your requests!! im just very busy.

[corekekw]

use my hands.

summary: you’re obsessed with your boyfriend laiys/dylan’s hands. one night you just can’t stop thinking about them and what they’re capable of. so he lets you do anything you want with them.

warnings: fingering, fingers in mouth, dirty talk, choking, and making out.

the afternoon light was filtering through the blinds, casting long shadows across the bed, but you weren’t paying attention to the room. your attention was entirely fixated on laiys’ hands.

he was propped up against the headboard, scrolling through his phone with one thumb, completely oblivious to the quiet spiral he was causing in your brain. you were obsessed, there was really no other word for it.

his fingers were long and lean, the faint blue trace of veins visible beneath his skin, running down over his wrists. his palms had just enough calloused texture from holding a camera all day, to make your pulse jump whenever they brushed against you.

but as much as you appreciated how they looked when he was driving, typing, or just resting them casually on his thigh, your mind inevitably drifted to what those hands were capable of when it was just you two.

he possessed an almost terrifying level of intuition when it came to touch. he knew the exact layout of your body, knew precisely how much pressure to apply to your hips to pull you close, and knew how to use the broad span of his palms to hold you perfectly still while he took his time.

in bed, those hands were possessive, confident, and stupidly patient. he knew how to drag a single fingertip down the sensitive skin of your inner thigh until you were biting your lip just to stay quiet, and he knew when to drop all restraint, using a firm, heavy grip to take total control and drive you completely out of your mind.

just thinking about the feeling of his fingers digging into your waist made your chest feel tight.

“you staring?”

laiys’ voice snapped you out of your trance. you looked up to see him tossing his phone onto the nightstand, an amused, slow smirk curving his lips. he had caught you, and he knew exactly what you were thinking.

he was more than aware of your sick obsession with his hands.

before you could formulate a slick response or try to play it cool, he moved. in one motion, his right hand reached across the space between you, his long fingers wrapping firm around the back of your neck.

the sheer heat of his palm against your neck sent an immediate shockwave straight down your spine.

“c’mere," he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly register that made your knees feel weak even while lying down.

he tugged gently, and you didn't even pretend to resist. you slid across the sheets until you were practically hovering over him, your knees framing his thighs.

his left hand immediately came up to meet you, his broad palm spanning the small of your back and pressing firm, pulling you down until there a single inch of air left between your bodies.

when his lips met yours, it wasn't a gentle test. it was an instant, possessive claim.

the kiss started slow and heavy, a deep, deliberate rhythm that stole the air right out of your lungs. his hand at your neck shifted, his fingers threading deep into your hair, anchoring your head at the exact angle he wanted.

his grip was firm enough to let you know he was running things, but gentle enough that it made you melt entirely into him.

every time you tried to catch your breath, his hands found a new way to shatter your focus. his left hand slid down from your back to cup the curve of your hip, his thumb pressing into your hipbone just enough to pull a soft gasp out of you, a gasp he immediately took in as his tongue parted your lips to deepen the kiss.

the rhythm accelerated, turning hungry and desperate. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, clinging to him as the room seemed to spin.

laiys’ hands were everywhere at once, one heavy and commanding at your waist, lifting you higher against him, the other tracing up your jawline, his thumb dragging over your cheekbone before sliding back down to grip the column of your throat with absolute, breathless authority.

the weight of his body pressing down on yours, combined with the heavy, unyielding grip of his hands on your wrists, pinning them above your head, made your heart hammer against your ribs.

when he finally pulled back, it was only by a fraction of an inch. his breath was hot and ragged against your lips, his heavy-lidded eyes dark with heat.

an intoxicating smile spread across his face as his thumb lightly stroked your jaw.

"look at what i do to you," he whispered against your mouth, his fingers tightening just a fraction against your waist, reminding you with a single touch that you were completely, wonderfully at his mercy.

your eyes can’t help but watch his hands intensively as he moves them back. he notices instantly, his smile growing sharper.

“please..” you shy away before you could finish. it was embarrassing what you wanted to do.

you wanted to use his hands.

he couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh, which only caused you to cower away more.

once he saw your expressions shift, he turned serious. his eyes turned dark with desire. you saw the shift and swallowed.

“use them.” he said simply. “use them as if they were your own when you’re alone.”

you raise eyebrows in surprise. “what?”

“i know you.” he tilted his head slowly. “use my hands.”

you don’t even have time to respond before he gestured his hand towards you.

“go on.”

with a slow breath you took his hand, feeling how relaxed it was. you were only wearing pajama shorts so it was easy access.

just at the thought of everything you could feel the heat pooling from your core.

laiys’ watched you slowly as you took your shorts off, along with your underwear. his desire to touch you only rising with how nervous you looked.

you took his hand again, positioning it perfectly to how you would your own. taking a second to lock eyes, he nods his head.

you slowly slide one of his finger into you. a soft moan escaping your lips as you pumped in and out of you slowly.

he didn't take charge of the movement; instead, he kept his hand steady. it was a silent agreement. he knew he was being used, and you were directing the rhythm and depth of every single stroke.

it was hard to look him in the eyes with how embarrassing it was that you felt like this using his hand to finger you.

laiys felt his finger become warmer and warmer with each pump. your tight walls almost caving in on him. the urge to do it himself was stronger than he’d admit.

but he knew you were holding back.

“y/n don’t be embarrassed.” he whispered curling his finger quickly, causing you to arch in response. “use me.”

you nodded her head quickly, pushing another one of his fingers into you.

your originally quiet moans turned loud at the added pleasure.

his fingers felt too good too worry about anything else. repositioning your grip on his hand, you adjusted your rhythm faster.

laiys bit his lip watch you guide his hand in and out of you. watching your head snap back each time his fingers went deeper.

but he ignored his throbbing cock, because he knew this was for you.

“dylan..” you moaned his named out loud, moving his fingers in and out of you quicker than ever.

all he focused on was the sweet sounds of his hand smacking against your wet pussy.

you shifted your weight, leaning further into the bed, your fingers digging into his arm as you pushed him further inside, chasing the peak with a focused energy.

you could feel the tension building in your thighs, a coiled spring of anticipation that only grew tighter as you increased the pace, the movements becoming shorter and more urgent.

laiys could feel your were close as your walls tightened around him. he did everything in his power to not curl his fingers at just the right time to grant it to you.

he just let you do it.

just as the first wave of a climax began to ripple through you, you squeezed his wrist, locking him in place so you could ride it out.

a few more loud moans fell from your mouth as you felt your legs shake. laiys now taking control, still moving his fingers inside of you.

“dylan please…too much.”

he listened, taking them out smoothly with a slick noise following. his eyes shifted to his hand, which was covered in your wet juices.

a smirk grew on his lips at the sight of this and your disheveled demeanor across from him.

without warning, he slipped those two finger into your mouth slowly. letting any extra drip onto your lips.

you were surprised at the action at first, his eyes locked on yours.

“you like my hands this much?”

you nod your head sucking his fingers clean with your tongue.

he let this sight in front of him simmer before slowly taking them out. he made sure to drag them along your teeth, forcing open your jaw.

you look at him with low eyes, the ache of want at it’s peak.

he didn't say a word as he moved, his lips crashing into hers. it was a kiss that was wet and desperate. he wanted to taste her even if it was just the leftover on her tongue.

“i see why you like my hands.” he broke the kiss, licking his lips swiftly, with a smile.

his hands btw 😛😛😛😩😩😩😩😉😉😂😂

this is for special people who know who they are 😛💋

laiys epidemic is real.

also not proofread…🫪

[corekekw]

i think about him everyday all day in every way.

the part 2 of my fic IS COMING.

[corekekw]

request: Could you write a Laiys x Reader fic pls😞😞💔🙏🙏!! If not it’s okay dw about it!!!!!

roll for me?

summary: your silky’s bestfriend from home who came to visit. your hotboxing with him, lacy, and laiys. the more hits you take the more you start to notice the way laiys is looking at you, and your clouded mind takes your desire seriously.

warnings: smoking weed, slight banter, eye fucking, making out, fingering, dirty talk, un established relationship, and sneaking around.

you were sat in the back of silky’s amg next to laiys. lacy and silky were in the front, messing with the bluetooth to play music.

you leaned back staring at the stars lighting up the ceiling. it’s been forever since you’ve been in this car, and you’ve definitely missed it.

the sound of now & forever by drake filled your eyes as lacy finally chose a song. you hummed the lyrics softly to yourself watching silky twist his grinder over the middle console.

the sound of a light chuckle next to you shifted your attention. laiys was laughing at something playing from his phone. your eyes lingered on him for a moment too long. the way his hair was a perfect mess and his eyebrow piercing sat so nicely.

you’ve met him acouple times before this when you’d visit the old faze house. but it was nothing but a quick ‘hi’. this is the first time he’s been around while you were hanging with silky.

that’s what scared you…you’ve only ever gotten high around silky and you’ve only just gotten comfortable with lacy. but a part of you were almost eager to smoke with him, to see how he gets.

“yall wanna roll one too?” silky asked turning back towards you.

you glance at laiys quickly who sits up and reaches for silky’s extra rolling tray. “yeah, bet.”

he sets the rolling tray in the middle of you two softly, but before he moves he looks at you sharply.

you knew what he wanted, he wanted you to roll. truth is, you weren’t very good at rolling. which is why you’d always have silky do it for you

“can you?” you asked politely, giving him a soft look.

he met your gaze with one more intense, like he saw through you. a few moments passed and he broke the eye contact, beginning to pack the bud into the already rolled paper.

you followed his fingers closely, breathing in sharply at how effortlessly they worked. you weren’t even high yet and your dopamine levels were spiking.

the smoke had completely taken over the tight confines of the car, turning the interior into a hazy bubble isolated from the rest of the world. the windows were fully fogged over, trapping the heavy, sweet scent of weed and every bit of heat between the four of you.

still in the back seat, there was nowhere to go. you and laiys were practically pressed shoulder-to-shoulder now, the close quarters making every small movement feel ten times more intense.

after taking another slow pull, laiys passed the blunt back to you. his fingers lingered against yours a second longer than necessary, sending a sudden flutter straight to your chest. the high hit you in waves, making your brain feel deliciously foggy.

you leaned your head back against the headrest, closing your eyes for a second, but when you opened them, the intense heat of a gaze was already on you.

laiys was slouched low in his seat, his head turned toward you. through the thick smoke, his eyes were heavy and dark, tracing the line of your jaw down to your throat with a slow, undeniable want. the way he looked at you in the dim, smoky light made your stomach flip.

but the instant you shifted to look directly into his eyes, he smoothly averted his gaze, flicking his eyes up toward the fogged-up sunroof, or looking down to pick a piece of lint off his hoodie, pretending he hadn't just been staring at you like you were the only thing in the car.

"yo, I'm telling you, the acoustics in an amg hit different when it's hotboxed," lacy blurted out from the driver’s seat, leaning back so far his head almost touched the roof as he stared at the ceiling console. "of we dropped a track in here right now, it’d sound like a studio."

"bro, we are sitting in a parked car, stop acting like you're a rapper," silky laughed from the passenger seat, slapping the dashboard. he turned around in his seat, resting his elbows on the center console to look back at you two. "tell me he's trippin’. he thinks the smoke makes the bass sound better."

"it does! It dense-ifies the air!" lacy argued passionately, adjusting the rearview mirror just to make his point. "look at her, she knows what I'm talking about. the bass hits different, right?"

"i think the air is just thick," you managed to say, your voice a little raspy from the smoke, feeling completely floating in the backseat environment.

you glanced over at Laiys to see if he was hearing this, only to catch him dead in the act again. he was leaning his cheek against his knuckles, staring right at you with a lazy, seductive smirk playing on his lips, his eyes locked onto yours in the small, intimate space.

"nobody agrees with you, lacy," silky snorted, totally missing the quiet, heavy tension humming between the two of you in the back. "you’re just fried."

"we’re all high, that's the point!" lacy snapped back with a laugh. "laiys, back me up."

laiys didn't turn his head, but his low, smooth voice cut right through the hazy air. "you’re just fried dude," he muttered softly, his tone low enough that it felt like a secret shared just with you.

as he spoke, his dark eyes slowly drifted back up through his eyelashes, catching yours once more in the fogged-in dark, leaving your pulse hammering in the quiet heat of the car.

“um..i’m gonna go to the bathroom.” you said grabbing your phone that was almost leaning against laiys.

“your gonna break the box y/n.” silky countered raising his eyebrows.

you swallowed hard, now becoming aware of how high you really were. the world felt smoother, lighter almost.

“i really gotta pee i’m sorry.”

before you open the door you take one last glance at laiys, but his eyes were always locked on you. he leaned back as he watched you collect yourself. the sight of him like this made a rush of heat coarse through you.

you left the car seconds later, your breathe heavy and mind clouded. what is going on? you thought to yourself.

laiys scrolled on his phone while the rest of the last blunt was passed back to silky. he was going through instagram lazily, only in attempt to distract himself from you.

he was running off a light high at the moment. he was aware of what he felt, but that’s what made it worse. the sight of how good you looked stayed engraved in his foggy head.

the sound of conversation faded when he couldn’t help but reminisce about how good your ass looked in your shorts. he bit his lips slightly feeling a calm shiver flow down his body, his jorts becoming tighter.

“yo laiys you good?”

laiys thought for a second, debating his next move. “yeah ima go get some snacks, want anything?”

he barely heard lacy’s order as he shut the car door behind him. shaking head from doubts, he made his way into the house looking for you.

inside, you were leaning against the sink, staring at yourself in the mirror and trying to blink away the haze. your cheeks were flushed, your heart still beating a little too fast from the lingering heat in the car. you grabbed a paper towel, wetting it under the cold tap to press against your neck, trying to clear the fog from your brain.

before you could lower the towel, the bathroom door creaked open.

you whipped around, startled, expecting silky or lacy, but it was laiys standing in the doorway. he didn't look away this time. there was no casual glance at his phone, no pretending he was looking at something else. the timidness and playful games were completely gone, replaced by an intense, unwavering focus locked entirely on you.

"laiys?" you breathed, your voice catching in your throat. "what are you…”

he didn't say a word. he stepped into the bathroom, his tall frame cutting off the light from the hallway, though he didn't even bother to click the door shut behind him. the deliberate, unhurried way he closed the distance between you made your breath hitch.

"you think i was playing around back there?" his voice was low, heavy with the quiet certainty of his high.

"i don't know," you stammered, backing up until your lower back pressed against the cold marble edge of the sink. your head was spinning, torn between the risk of silky walking down the hall and the power laiys had over you. but you still let your floating head deceive you, "you tell me."

he stopped right in front of you, stepping so close you could feel the warmth radiating off him. he leaned down, placing his hands on the countertop on either side of your hips, trapping you gently against the sink.

he didn't touch you yet. instead, he just stared.

his eyes, heavy-lidded and dark from the smoke, held yours with a raw intensity that stripped away every single one of your defenses. up close, the unshielded desire in his gaze was overwhelming. he looked at you like he’d been waiting all night for this exact second, completely unbothered by the open door just feet away.

"laiys..." you whispered, your hand instinctively reaching out to catch the front of his hoodie, pulling him that last fraction of an inch closer.

the second your fingers gripped his sweater, he gave in. he leaned down and captured your lips in a deep, hungry kiss that instantly sent a jolt straight down your spine. it wasn’t gentle or hesitant; it was urgent, born from hours of quiet staring and built-up tension in the back of the car.

you let out a soft moan against his mouth, your hands slipping up to the back of his neck, burying your fingers in his hair as the kiss deepened. laiys groaned back softly, his hands moving from the counter to wrap firmly around your waist. with effortless strength, he lifted you up onto the edge of the sink, pulling you flush against his chest.

the thrill of the open door behind him only made the fog in your head heavier. every distant sound from the hallway felt amplified, but laiys’s lips moving against yours, his hands gripping your waist with possessive warmth, kept you completely anchored to him.

when he finally pulled back just an inch to catch his breath, his dark, hooded eyes looked down into yours. a slow, triumphant smirk finally breaking across his lips in the dim bathroom light.

you felt one of his hands leave your waist and trail down your thigh. his eyes never yours as he moved closer and closer to the place that wanted him most.

you watch him slow as he reached the heat radiating from your core. his smirk only grew wider when he noticed you shy away from him.

laiys raised his eyebrows at you, almost like he was asking if you want him to. you breathed slowly debating your next words. but the way you were craving him in this moment was all that mattered.

“please.”

laiys wasted no time pressing his fingers to your clit. his eyes didn’t leave yours as he rubbed gently in slick circles. you closed your eyes tightly feeling the unforgettable sensation almost immediately.

“open them.” he ordered, his fingers now moving faster against your wet folds.

you let out a soft moan at the swift motion. “laiys…the doors open.” your eyes move towards the open bathroom door. “what if they—“

your words were cut off as laiys moved your underwear to the side and slid a finger into you. your walls clenched around it, almost sucking it in. with his thumb still pressed against your clit, he started pumping in and out of you. you moaned his name instantly, caused him to kiss you eagerly.

his hunger is clear as he slides his tongue into your mouth with fight. you can’t even focus when he slides another finger into you, curling at the end of each pump. it was almost impossible to keep quiet for him.

it was like he knew exactly what to do with his fingers that most men didn’t. you arch your back the faster he slides in and out of you, the heat of your cunt warming his cold fingers.

“your so wet for me baby.”

he spoke with a smirk between each desperate kiss he placed down your neck. the soft noises leaving you only made him want to do more, but he knew you were both high and horny.

“i’m so cl-close.” you said bucking your hips towards him, eager for more of him. “faster.”

laiys didn’t refuse as he pumped in and out of you at a faster speed, pinching your clit.

he swallowed, feeling his own desire for pleasure at the sight of you. the tighter your walls felt around him, the more the throbbing from his cock became prominent.

“you gonna cum on my fingers hm?”

almost as if on cue your legs shake as you cum on his two fingers. the overwhelming feeling of pleasure rushing through you mixed with your high has you feeling euphoric.

but he pulls away, leaving you empty and throbbing. you open your eyes at him, still coming down from your euphoria. he stares down at you with the same red hooded eyes.

then bringing his hand up to his mouth sucking on his fingers, he groans at your sweet taste in his mouth.

with wide eyes you stare at his motion, taking it all in. before you could make a comment, an all too familiar voice came from outside the door.

“yo laiys you in here?”

would yall want a part two?

also this isn’t proof read

[corekekw]

it’s just a car.

summary: after months of begging ron, he finally lets you drive them around in his porsche.

warnings: pure fluff, slight banter, kissing.

you and ron were cleaning up the leftover cardboard after he opened P.O on stream today. you’d been waiting in his room for hours waiting for him to be done, with one question lingering your head.

“pleaseee,” you asked politely, stuffing the last piece of cardboard into the trash bag.

“no, y/n.” he huffed, sitting down on the edge of his bed to check his phone.

“why not?” you walked closer to him with a bright smile. running your hands through his hair slowly, he looked up at you. “i can drive us to the beach. i know you love it there.”

ron stared at you from below, thinking about your offer. you’ve been begging him for months to let you drive his porsche, to which he’s always said no. it’s not that he didn’t trust you, because he did, he just couldn’t admit he loved hearing you beg.

he closed his eyes soaking in the feeling of your hands flowing through his hair slowly. “the beach, hm?”

the smile on your face grew as he leaned into your touch. “the beach, maybe some food too?”

“okay.”

“okay…” you raised your eyebrows, slowly retracting your fingers from his hair, causing his attention to shift.

“yeah you can drive.” he smirked up at you, taking a glance at your lips. “food first though, then the beach.”

“wait actually? your not trolling?” you asked narrowing your eyes at him. “because that yes seemed too easy.”

“i must have had a change of heart.”

truthfully, he had been feeling really stressed recently, with many planned 10 hour streams and core video shoots. so when he saw a chance of seeing you illuminate with pure joy, he was going to take it.

“let me go get ready, i’ll be quick.” you said, taking your hands away from him, leaving his body cold.

“wait gimme a kiss,” he smirked reaching for you.

you smile as you lean in, kissing him softly. feeling his hands reach for the back of your neck, you pull away slightly. “i’ll be ready in 20,” you smirk, leaving him alone on the edge of his bed.

ron would be lying if he said he wasn’t slightly nervous about you driving his porsche. he watched you closely as you clicked the seatbelt over your body, your eyes scanning the mirrors to make sure their adjusted correctly.

“are you sure?” you asked him one more time.

“it’s just a car.”

a grin tugged at ron’s lips as he leaned back in the passenger seat, watching you effortlessly handle his car. you laughed and pressed the accelerator, the engine roaring while the scenery blurred past. seeing you this happy, hair whipping in the wind and a smile he knew was completely genuine, made all his stress melt away.

he couldn't stop looking at you.

"you’re enjoying this way too much," he teased, unable to hide his own smile.

"i absolutely am," you shot back, giving the car a little more gas before easing off with a laugh.

ron just shook his head, completely in love with the sight.

"this thing is insane," you laughed, glancing over at ron for only a second before returning your eyes to the road.

"I know,” he chuckled.

you grinned wider, gently pressing the accelerator. the porsche surged forward effortlessly, pinning you back into your seats for a brief moment before you eased off, laughing as the speed settled back down.

“you’re never driving again."

he let out a laugh, resting one hand on top of your thigh as he watched you instead of the road ahead. but all he could think about was how beautiful you looked.

"what?" you asked after catching him staring.

"nothing."

"no, seriously. what?"

a car pulled alongside them at a light, and out of the corner of your eye, you noticed someone with their phone pointed toward them. “they’re recording," you said, glancing over.

ron looked, recognized the fan almost immediately, and gave them a friendly wave before turning back to her.

"don't worry about it," he said with a small shrug. "just ignore them." you nodded, focusing back on the road as the light turned green.

"so…" he smirked, breaking the few seconds of silence. “cane's?"

“you read my mind."

the sound of waves lazily rolling onto the shore filled their ears. while sky had turned into streaks of orange, pink, and lavender, the sun sinking lower with every passing minute until it looked like it was melting into the ocean.

you and ron sat side by side on a blanket in the sand, the leftover canes spread between you.

you leaned back on her hands with a content sigh, your hair catching the breeze as you looked out over the water.

ron smiled to himself, picking at one last fry before offering it to you. "you sure you don't want the last one?"

you laughed softly and shook your head. "nah, it's yours."

“fine with me.”

you rolled her eyes with a grin before nudging his shoulder with yours. "thank you..."

He looked over. "for what?"

"for letting me drive it."

jis eyebrows lifted slightly like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "'’course, baby."

"no, seriously." you looked down at your hands for a second before meeting his eyes again. "i know how much you love that car. i didn’t expect you to finally say yes."

"i wanted to."

"you weren't nervous?"

"i mean..." he scratched the back of his neck. "maybe for, like...the first thirty seconds."

"only thirty?" you said, smirking.

ron reached over, gently brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "you drove good, you know." you looked at him. "im for real…shit you did better than laiys.”

you laughed as he reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers.

you looked down at your hands before looking back up at him and without another word, he leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to meet him halfway. your lips met in a soft, lingering kiss, gentle enough that it felt as warm as the fading sunlight around you.

"can i go a little faster on the way home?”

note: this is just a calm one i thought was cute so it’s not too much