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DAISY billy the kid

COWBOY LIKE ME MASTERLIST

summary: after a chance encounter in the middle of town, you take time to get to know your new acquaintance.

pairing: billy the kid (tom blyth) x cowgirl!oc!reader

warnings: google translated spanish (feel free to correct it if any of it's wrong), use of second person + oc's name, mentions of outlaw stuff

word count: 3,965

“hey, mary,” you smile at the woman behind the market stall.

“rita,” she says, returning your smile. “what can i get for you?”

“just a loaf, please, mary,” you’re about to pull your coins out of your pocket when a voice alerts you to a certain someone’s presence behind you.

“i’ll get that,” the man says, as mary hands you the bread that mary wrapped up for you.

“bonney,” you turn to him. “you paid for everyone’s bread this mornin’ or am i just special?” the coins jingle when you place the coins back in your pocket.

“no, señorita,” he moves a little closer to you, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “just wanted to talk to you, that’s all.”

“well, in that case, i’ll have another one, please, mary,” you smile up at billy. “might as well stock up if you’re payin’.”

after you’ve collected your bread and said your goodbyes to mary, you turn to walk down the street, billy at your side. “you look nice today,” he said, his eyes running over your outfit.

you were out of your usual, dark riding gear, that you were wearing yesterday, and instead beige trousers, an ivory shirt, and your dark brown boots. your hair was down, unlike the braid it had been in the previous day, and one of your less-worn cowboy hats donned the top of your head.

“yeah, well,” you say, also looking down at your outfit. “it’s my day off and i don’t get many chances to wear nice clothes anymore, can’t remember the last time i wore a pretty dress.”

“thought you didn’t like pretty,” he smirked, referencing the chaos that was the night before.

“very funny,” you say, sarcastically. “but i always have time for a pretty dress, it’s the pretty guys that are the problem.”

the two of you continue your walk aimlessly. “why what’s wrong with ‘em?”

“everythin’,” you shrug. “most pretty guys know they’re pretty, and they think they can use that against you, think they’re entitled to your acquaintance, make you feel like you owe ‘em somethin’.”

“so you’ve known a few,” he nods, a hint of something in his voice. “someone break your heart?”

“no, no, i wouldn’t let that happen,” you say with a smile on your face. “some guys just aren’t all that great.”

“you can say that again,” he says somewhat solemnly. “you headin’ home?”

“not yet, i’m probably gonna get a drink or somethin’ before i go home. where you headin’?” the two of you stop, turning to face one another.

“don’t know yet, maybe I'll just go for a ride or somethin’, don’t have much to do until someone teaches me how to do a job,” he laughs.

“where are you stayin’?” you question, shifting the loaves of bread until you are holding them under one arm. you were regretting the fact you didn’t bring a bag or your horse with you.

“here let me take those,” he grabs the bread from your arms. “i’m stayin’ at the boardin’ house for now, until i can save up for a more permanent place to stay.”

“how much is it?”

“two dollars a night. i have enough for about a week i think, as long as i can find free food,” he tells you, both of you continuing your walk down the street, you catch a glimpse of his white horse tied up a few metres away.

“well, if you do end up working with us, you’ll be eating with us whenever you want. my mama tends to make too much food, anyway, so there’s usually more than enough to feed our whole staff,” you say, giving him a small smile before the two of you come to a stop beside his horse.

“i’ll make sure to thank your mama when i see her next,” he looks around him, brows furrowed a little until his eyes land back on you. “you not got your horse with you?”

“no, i walked here this mornin’, i prefer it when it’s my day off, i spend too much time on the back of a horse,” billy hands you your bread, mounting his horse.

he shuffles back in his saddle, leaving as much room as he possibly can. “here, get on, i’ll take you back home, as i said, i’m not goin’ to be doin’ much today,” he pats the saddle in front of him.

“no, i’m okay,” you shake your head. “i don’t think i wanna go back home yet anyway.”

“then let me take you somewhere, i found a nice place yesterday, i think you might like it,” you ponder his suggestion for a little while. if you were to go home, you’d be met with nothing but rowdy cowboys, and that wasn’t something you wanted to deal with at that moment. so whatever billy had planned couldn’t be much worse.

“yeah,” you nodded. “okay, as long as you’re not taking me somewhere to kill me or anythin’, you never know with an outlaw.” you pass him the bread, before you hop on the horse, taking your hat off and placing it in your lap, taking the bread back out of his hands. “how far away is it?”

“ten minutes at a run, maybe fifteen, twenty minutes with you with me,” you nod.

billy’s arms wrap around your waist so his hands can grab the reins, his body significantly closer to yours than it first was. as you walk through the town, people stop in their tracks to stare at you. your family was well known in the town, you’d lived there a while, and it was hard to come across someone, who didn’t know either you, your parents or one of your brothers.

they most likely wondered who billy was, he hadn’t been in town long, and since it wasn’t common knowledge, not yet anyway, that he was an outlaw on the run, no one had a clue. watching everyone’s eyes run over you, you knew for a fact that, by the time you got home, your parents would have probably heard of your little ride through town with the new boy. it didn’t worry you, though, it wasn’t as if they didn’t know him.

“people are starin’,” you whispered, tilting your head a little to make sure billy could hear you.

“does that bother you, señorita?” he said, a smile in his voice.

“no, not at all, although i’m not too keen on the questions i might be asked.”

“well, we best get goin’, then, can’t give them the satisfaction of staring for too long,” and with that he clicked his tongue, tugging his reins in a way that made the horse begin a steady trot until the two of you were galloping away from town and all the prying eyes.

you didn’t talk much on your journey to wherever billy was taking you, neither of you having anything to say, only speaking when you thought there was something to point out to him.

“we’re here,” billy said, pulling the horse to a stop.

you couldn’t quite believe your eyes at what was standing in front of you. “how did you find this place?” billy climbed off his horse, hands reaching up to help you down.

“i stumbled upon it yesterday, thought i’d take a look around and came across this when i decided to explore out of town. beautiful isn’t it?”

all you could do was nod. there was a willow tree in front of you, branches swaying in the light breeze, dancing to create shapes in its shadows on the floor. and then there was the creek, the steady stream of water flowing just past the tree, a dip in the ground creating a little waterfall.

“i think this might just be the most beautiful place i’ve ever seen, i can’t believe i never knew it was here,” you turned to billy, your surprised expression still on your face.

“i don’t think many people come out this way, if not any. i was here for hours yesterday, sittin’ under the tree, and not one person came by,” he began walking towards the willow tree, your steps following shortly behind.

billy held a gap in the branches for you to walk through.

“wow,” you whispered when you were surrounded by the leaves. it was darker than the world outside, the sun poking through the branches only to create little slithers of light on the grass.

“it’s amazin’, isn’t it?” billy said, moving to stand beside you.

“t's hard to believe somethin’ this beautiful exists in a place like this. i thought it was just fields, ranches and rundown towns for miles. i’m glad i was wrong,” you stare up to the top of the tree, spinning in a small circle, taking it all in. “and you said no one came by while you were here yesterday?”

“not a single soul,” he sits down on the ground, and you join him. “i mean, that obviously doesn’t mean anyone else doesn’t know about this place, but that’s what the evidence is pointing to at the moment.”

you inhale a deep breath, laying back on the ground, to stare up at the sky, on your exhale.

“i wish this is what life was,” your hand reaches up, bending the sunlight that was forcing its way through the branches. “peace. that’s all i really want.”

“wouldn’t that be great?”

“is the outlaw life not peaceful enough for you, billy? thought it was all rest and relaxation these days?” you laugh, tilting your head to the side to look at him when he lays down at your side.

he laughs. “the only rest i get is when i move between towns. people always end up findin’ out who i am eventually. even you already know, i’m hopin’ i can lay low for as long as i can though, i need some stability.”

“when did you become an outlaw? what did you do?”

“i stole. well, they thought i stole. from a chinese laundry. tried to put me away for three years, so i escaped. i wasn’t gonna do that much time for something i didn’t do,” he turns to look at you.

“so why did they even arrest you if you didn’t do anythin’?” a confused expression settled its way over your face.

“because i was about to. me and my friend jesse.”

“how old are you, billy?” you asked, curious as to how he fit so much life into, you presumed, such a small amount of life.

“eighteen. nineteen later this year. you?”

“seventeen. eighteen next month. i still can’t believe you’re so young and i’ve seen your face on a wanted poster,” you let out a sound, something between a scoff and a laugh.

“when you’ve lived a life like mine, there's not much else i could do. i’ve never felt stable, not once. it was only a matter of time before i turned out like this. and with no family left, there’s not many people who can guide me now, is there?” he gets defensive all of a sudden.

“hey,” you sit up on your elbows. “i didn’t mean to offend you, that wasn’t my intention at all. i was just making the observation that i haven’t seen any people my age who have had their faces plastered all over wanted posters. you may not have known me long, billy, but when i said i won’t tell anyone, i meant it. you can trust me, with your whole life, i promise you that,” you let out a breath. “and i had no idea about your family. i’m sorry.”

you look away, refusing to meet his eyes until he sits up looking at you. “lo siento. i shouldn’t have reacted that way. i know you won’t tell anyone, and i do trust you. i guess i just get a bit defensive sometimes, i’ve not had it easy, and i’d hate people to think i do what i do just for fun, especially you.”

“i get that, and i understand,” you give him a small smile. “i know i haven’t known you long, billy, but, if you hadn’t noticed, i quite like you. you’re fascinatin’ to me. the life you’ve lived. i only wish it had been better for you. no one deserves to lose their whole family, especially not when they’re so young.”

“thank you,” he looked at you sincerely. “truly. there haven’t been many people i can speak to as openly as i am speaking to you. it feels nice to not just be on the run for once, and to actually have someone that i can just do this with.”

“yeah, i know what you mean,” you take a deep breath. “well, not the bit about bein’ on the run, but about wantin’ an escape. it can get a little borin’ just workin’ all the time. but there isn’t much else to do around here, anyway.”

the two of you sit in silence for a while, ears soaking up the gentle trickle of the water.

“tell me about yourself,” billy says, looking at you. “i know how old you are, i’ve met your family and i know what they’re like, but i don’t really know anything about you.”

“there’s not much to tell,” you let out a little laugh.

“of course there is,” he says, shuffling his body until he’s facing towards you. “your name. is rita short for something?”

“margarita,” you tell him. “mama made sure we all had mexican names, so as not to forget where we come from. but i only ever get called ‘margarita’ when i’ve done somethin’ bad.”

“daisy,” billy hums.

“huh?” you furrow your brows at him.

“daisy. your name, it means daisy,” he says, flashing you a smile.

“yeah,” you nod. “it does.”

“wait here,” billy says, getting up, walking towards the bank of the creek.

“i wasn’t plannin’ on going anywhere,” you raise your voice to tell him, making sure he hears you.

when he comes back, in his hand, he’s holding a tiny bunch of daisies. “here, daisies for a daisy.”

you take them from him, a beaming smile on your face. you hadn’t seen many daisies before, not happening upon any in your day-to-day life as often as you’d like. after finding out that’s what your name meant they had immediately become your favourite flower.

“thank you,” you giggle. “i love them.”

“there’s a whole bunch of ‘em down there on the bankin’,” billy says, pointing in the direction he had just come from.

“this place is amazin’,” you whisper. “thank you so much for bringin’ me here, billy.”

“you’re welcome. it’s nice to have someone to share it with,” the smile on his face turns into a slightly confused one when he sees you laying the daisies out in a line in front of you. “what are you doing?” he laughs.

“i’m gonna make a daisy chain,” you say as if the plan was obvious.

“oh,” he chuckles. “well forgive me, i’m not that much of an expert in daisy chains.”

“really?” you act shocked. “you look exactly the type that would be an expert in flowers, bonney. in fact, i’m surprised you’re not wearing one right now.”

“well, a girl i once knew told me i was too pretty, i’m trying to change up my image,” he joked.

“you never know,” you shrugged, threading the first two daisies together to start your chain. “maybe she’s warmin’ up to it.”

he’s smiling at you but you’re not looking at him, eyes instead focussed on the task at hand. he watches you intently as you poke a small hole through the stalk of the daisy with your nail, picking up another that was sitting in front of you before adding it to the growing chain.

“did you have any siblings, billy?” you glance at him for a second.

“yeah,” billy stares at the creek, picking pieces of grass from the ground. “i had a little brother, who died just before i lost my mother.”

“what got ‘em?” it was hard for you to imagine losing your family. you’d heard of people in town losing people to particular diseases, but to actually lose your own, you didn’t think you could bear it. you adored your family. your mother, your father, your brothers, a life without them would be awful.

“consumption,” he said, speaking quieter than he had been.

you stopped what you were doing, placing your daisy chain in your lap. “that’s awful, billy,” you place your hand on his thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “i’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

“it’s unfortunately just life, losin’ my father when i was even younger prepared me for that kinda thing. doesn’t make it any easier, but,” he shrugs. “by the time my mother died i was so used to losin’ people, i didn’t really expect much else. it especially killed me, though, seeing my little brother and my ma in pain, i hated it. more than anythin’. you’re lucky that you have such an incredible family, you gotta hold ‘em tight for as long as you can, you never know when you’re gonna lose ‘em.”

“i know,” you whisper. “they’re the best part of me, my family.”

“i saw that yesterday,” he smiles at you. “seein’ the way you talk to each other, even though you and your brothers annoy each other,” he lets out a laugh. “it’s clear how much you love each other.”

“oh, i hate my brothers sometimes,” you burst out laughing, leaning forward, thinking about the dynamic you had. “but i love ‘em more than anythin’. but that’s what family is, isn’t it? unconditional love.”

“mhm, definitely.”

you continued making your daisy chain, billy’s eyes moving between watching you and looking around at his surroundings. the silence was peaceful, the company you kept with each other slowly becoming one that you enjoyed very much. it was a rare occurrence for two people to feel so comfortable around each other after knowing each other for such a short amount of time.

“done!” you exclaimed, holding up your chain for billy to see, the circle of daisies framing his face when he turned to look at you.

billy reflects your wide smile. “here,” he gently takes it from your hands. billy shuffles closer to you, hands reaching up as he places the ring of flowers on your head, adjusting them a little until they are positioned perfectly. “there,” he said, a soft smile on his lips as he gazed at you. “perfect.”

“gracias, billy,” you say through a giggle. “hey, i’ve been meanin’ to ask you where you learnt spanish. you’re fluent, no?”

“before my mother and brother, joe, died we used to live in santa fe, new mexico. i had a job as a dishwasher and there was this mexican kid, who also worked there, carlos, and he became the only friend i had, really, besides my brother. carlos couldn’t speak a word of english so i eventually picked up spanish to talk to him, and here we are,” she shrugs his left shoulder before looking back at you.

“i like that you can speak spanish, not many people ‘round here do, just me and my family and the other mexican family in town, but i don’t see them often,” you flash him an appreciative smile, silence washing over the two of you again.

“i like you, daisy,” billy said, you could see that he wasn’t looking at you out of the corner of your eye and you refused to look at him. “i know it’s only been a day since i’ve known you, but,” he lets out a breath. “but there’s a connection between us, i know there is, and i know it sounds stupid, but i’ve never felt this with anyone before. all i know is that i feel special.”

words had completely escaped you, your mind wrought with thoughts of the man sitting in front of you, the same thoughts that had been plaguing your mind for the past twenty-four hours. it wasn’t often that you thought about love, only ever allowing yourself the pleasure when you looked at your mother and father, seeing as though it had been the only love you’d been exposed to.

but love for yourself? it wasn’t something that you greatly desired, not when your mind did nothing but think about your job and the duty which lay there. however, looking at billy next to you, whose big, round, blue eyes were gazing over your face, trying to find anything that communicated anything to him in your facial expressions.

there wasn’t much you felt like saying, nothing came to your mind. only, there was a feeling taking over your body, it started in your stomach and then fluttered up to your heart, where it set up residency as if it were a jail cell, pounding on its walls and begging for its release.

instinctually, your body leaned forward, closer to billy’s until you could feel his breath against your face. he was the one who made the next move, closing the gap between you until his lips were pressed firmly against yours.

you had always wondered what it felt like to kiss someone. you’d imagined it being somewhat similar to holding hands, because it was just skin on skin, right? you couldn’t have been more wrong. that feeling that had been building in your chest and had made its way to your heart, felt like it had found its way to your mouth, exploding into a million little butterflies.

billy’s lips were softer than you’d thought they’d be. they moved against yours so delicately, as if you would shatter if he pressed against you too hard. it was as if your minds, your hearts, your souls were working in sync, everything felt so perfect, as if nothing about that special moment could get better.

when you pulled away from the grasp you had on each other’s lips you shared the air between you, refusing to move away from one another too quickly, as if keeping your foreheads together was tattooing this memory onto your brains forever.

“i should be gettin’ back,” you say just above a whisper, not knowing whether the slight strain in your voice was from the fact that you didn’t want to leave him, or because of the kiss you had just shared. “the sun’s settin’ and i don’t want my parents to be worrying about me.”

“okay,” billy nodded, head shuffling against yours. “i’ll walk you.”

the two of you opted to walk back on foot, knowing that the walk without his horse would take longer. your intertwined hands swung between you, billy’s horse walking slowly beside him. you laughed, you smiled, and for the first time in your life, you felt free. there was something about being outside of the confines of your home, doing something that your family probably wouldn’t approve of, with someone so different from anyone you had ever met. it felt as if this was the person you were always supposed to be, and billy had been waiting for you to join him like it had been written in the stars or something.

“right, i guess this is it,” you turn to billy. “i’ll be seein’ you.”

“i’ll be here tomorrow, so, you can, you know, teach me how to be a good and proper cowboy,” he smirks down at you, eyes roaming over your face before he brings his forefinger and thumb up to your chin. he tilts your head up, capturing your lips in yet another tender kiss.

“oh yeah,” you say after pulling away. “i forgot about that. well, anyway, adios, billy.”

“buenas noches, daisy.”

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jacesvelaryons · 3 days

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https://www.tumblr.com/spideyhexx/748598808635686912/legit-question-what-would-coryo-think-of-when-hes

GASP. I LOVE THIS QUESTION.

if we’re talking about a world where reader exists, coryo definitely thinks about that one time where you gave him a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder and showed him your pretty smile. thanking him for his time to help out with tutoring. and maybe your perfume was extra potent that day and when he went home he swore he could still smell it. so when he thinks back on how your hand looked squeezing his shoulder, he instead replaces those thoughts with how your hand might look squeezing his cock 🫶 and maybe theres a little shame and self hatred after he cums

DALLLYYYYYYY WTF

THINKING ABOUT HOW YOUR HAND LOOKS SQUEEZING HIS COCK IS SO like coryo would legit try and remember how much pressure you gave his shoulder when you squeezed it so he can close his eyes and mimic the same amount of pressure on his cock but he also has this mental block of like…this isn’t your hand on him, it’s his own.

could def see him feeling shameful afterwards, like the first time he’s solely thinking of you, thinking about what he wants to do to you and he like thinks maybe you like him? But then he spirals that he’s projecting his fantasies onto the situation because the mere thought of you made him cum in less than a minute so he’s. Conflicted.

also you’re on to smth with scent, he’s definitely got a thing for that. Like. Okay let’s say you wear a ribbon in your hair to keep it up, maybe you had an extra one in your bag that falls out while you’re taking books out and Coryo grabs it to give back to you but he fucking pockets it without thinking. Later on, he can’t help but realize he can smell your perfume or your shampoo from it and well.

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jacesvelaryons · 3 days

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Snowbaird + Height Difference

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Hunter Schafer at the GQ Global Creativity Awards, dressed in a custom hand-painted Marni gown inspired by Vincent van Gogh's 'The Starry Night' (11th April 2024)

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why write a story if no one's going to read it?

Sometimes you don't want to share a story with others. Sometimes you do want to share it, but no one clicks on the title. So why bother writing it down if the only person you can guarantee will read it is you?

You need to get it out of your head. It just keeps replaying in your imagination on a loop and the only way to get it unstuck is to pin it down on paper.

You need to figure out what the story is. You have a lot of disjointed scenes or lines that you know are connected but you can't quite figure out how.

There's something in the story that's important to you, and you don't want to lose that thing by forgetting it. Future you might find that thing important too.

You want to be able to go back to the story again and again. Maybe to make adjustments over time. Maybe just to revisit a story that gives you the emotional release you need in that moment.

You want to be able to use text-to-speech to read the story aloud to you. Maybe it's a bedtime story. Maybe it's keeping you company while you do errands and chores.

You want to find out whether you can write a story (because not everyone can).

You want to be able to have almost the same story, but a little bit different, and you want to have it 15 times with slight variations. Then you can go through your own personal menu picking exactly the combination of beats that will satisfy you most on this reading.

You enjoy the process of finding just the right words or phrases or scenes to paint the pictures you want to shape the scene.

You want to find the exact rhythm and syllables and structure to make a sentence really sing.

You don't really have any particular reason, but you know you want to write that story down.

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jacesvelaryons · 3 days

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hes so beautiful 🫰🫰😘😘😍😍

My handsome man 🥰.

🥰🥰🥰 such a handsome man

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jacesvelaryons · 4 days

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always beloved you get jace so well in a modern context and it’s amazing and so wonderful 🫶🩷

Distractions

Summary: Despite how close the two of you are you're sick of waiting around for Jace no matter how much you like him, so you decide you’re going out on a date! but he doesn't like that.

r.q: childhood friends to lovers with modern frat boy Jace and he's like rlly popular and known to go from girl to girl. reader is like really smart and different from Jace so people get surprised when they find out you two are really close. Jace is always dragging you to parties and you’re always at his football games and he gets really protective over you. idek where im going with this 😭 but w smut too, your fics are acc amazing ty for your work 🙏

w.c: 2.5k

c.w: reader has hair (unspecified type, could be a wig wtv), Jace's anger issues, idk what locker rooms look like, cregan <3, fingering (f!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), not proofread (as always)

a.n: I CANT STOP WRITING FOR JACE every request of him i get becomes my priority, literally when i woke up and saw this i had to get to writing it immediately like there’s smth wrong w me, anyways hope you all enjoy <3, this ones probably not my best T_T

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Knocking on the door cuts through the music playing out of your speaker while your getting ready. “Come in.” you already know who it is. Your longtime best friend and housemate Jace who comes in with a smile on his face before it turns to shock as he looks you up and down, “woah.”

You finish clamping your necklace around your neck and look at him, “what do you want?” He leans against the door with his arms crossed with an amused look. you ignore how your heart flutters at him and turn away to adjust the dress you currently had on. “i just wanted to tell you im about to head out for the game, its a little odd to get all dressed up for a football game no?” The looks falls from his face as you drop your gaze from his in the mirror and fiddle around with your hair. he says your name breathlessly as he pushes away from the frame and takes a step into the room. You finally lift your head and meet his gaze in the mirror. “I'm not going to the game tonight Jace.”

He flinches as if you had thrown something at him and stutters for a moment his face covered in pure confusion as he brings one of his hands to his neck. “what do you mean you're not coming? you always come! if this is about me eating your leftovers then im sorry i thought you left it for me-” “i have a date.”

There it is. You didn't want to tell him. Hes always been, well a little protective of you, but you mostly blame it on your introverted personality while he's more of a people person. Youve had a crush on him for as long as you can remember but he's never been interested in you not the way you wanted him to be anyways, barely staying single or without a girl on his arm for a second you don't even know the girls names or maybe that's the point. He doesn't bring them around you but you know he's with them when he returns home super late with his hair all messed up. You fear he does it on purpose, he must know you like him and he doesn't bring them around you to make you upset.

You really didn’t want to tell him. You had thought maybe he would have just left for the pregame and just shot you a text and you could have faked some sickness or have pretended to go to sleep early. You walk over to your bed sit down grabbing your shoes to put them on. His silence is off putting. and you don’t dare raise your head to look at him.

“with who?” “This guy from lab, mark.” you finish lacing your shoes and stand up, finally looking at him and noticing the blank look on his face. “Jace-” “I don’t like this. i mean i don’t even know the guy how do we know he’s not some serial killer or something? Mark? Why don’t you just push it off for a couple days, come to the game and ill find out if he’d a good guy-” “I'm going whether you like it or not.” you cut him off. You couldn’t let him stop you from forgetting about him even if it was just for a bit. You grab your purse moving to push past him only for him to grab your arm. “Jace-” “You look beautiful.” The skin where he was holding you burns. You don't say anything as he lets you go and keeps his back turned to you. “text me?”

You try to ignore the pit that forms in your stomach at his sudden change of tone. you want to say something to him, you’re not used to seeing him like this. he would usually be pestering you about how you he asked you out or did you really like him but he was quiet. The sound of a horn outside brings you back to reality and you nod at his back as if he could see you and walk out. Putting on a fake smile as your handed a nice bouquet of flowers from mark, gulping to try and swallow the pit in your stomach.

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“who the hell does this guy think he is?” His fist slams into the wall of lockers he's pacing in front of. All his gear is put on, his helmet is laying on the bench next to cregan who can only watch his best friend act like an idiot with an annoyed face. “Who the hell are you to care? Her boyfriend? No. So you have no say in it.” Jace bites his nails as he ignores the urge to hit the wall once more. “she’s my best friend.” “and? shouldn’t you be happy she’s on a date with this guy. i like mark he’s nice. what you like her or something?”

Jace ignores how is blood boils at the idea of you now sitting in your pretty dress smiling and giggling at some other guy that's not him. that doesn’t mean he likes you…. Jace attempts to come up with an excuse in his head about why he's so upset and why he's always been so upset over you going out with other guys, he usually just tells himself he's all worried about you and then he finds some girl to take you off his mind for the night…. that doesn't mean he likes you.

Cregan watches with a raised brow as Jace has an internal conflict with himself. He expected Jace to turn to him and admit it but all he does is grumble to himself and grab his helmet walking away from him. “I don't like her.” Cregan just shakes his head and picks up his own helmet following after him, “that fucking idiot.”

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Mark is nice. Hes cute. He told you you could order anything you wanted off the menu since he was paying. He pays attention to you when you talk. Hes not Jace. You try your best to not think about him but you can’t help it. You wonder how the game is going, you’ve never missed one of his games. Maybe you pushed it too far and should have scheduled this date for a different day, but you know if you did Jace would have managed to convince you not to go and you would have fallen into the same cycle you always do. You nod your head and hum as mark tells you some story as you phone begins to buzz. You ignore it but it just keeps on buzzing to the point even mark looks concerned. “You can check it i don’t mind, ill use the restroom.”

You let out a hushed thank you as you check you phone to see what looked like a million texts from cregan.

‘hey i know the two of you are like fighting or wtv but you gotta see him asap.’

‘never seen him lose his mind like that’

‘got himself hurt’

‘nothing too bad but he’s bleeding’

‘know he thinks it cost us the game’

‘now he wont talk to any of us not even me’

‘think his head wasn’t in it’

‘know it’s not my place but he likes you so much’

‘losing his fucking mind over you not being here and being on some date’

‘please, for his sake at least try to talk to him, know you’re busy sorry to bother but I'm worried for him’

You stand out of your seat in shock as your heart begins to race. He was hurt? He likes you? Mark hadn’t come back yet so you open your purse and throw down some bills before running out of the restaurant. You sprint your way back to campus where the field was, thankfully living in a college town meant everything being super close by, you cant hear anything other than your own racing heart and the sounds of your feet as they slam on the floor.

You slam the hallway door open and cregan and some other guys look at you in shock. You stand there and take some steps towards cregan barely being able to catch your breath. Cregan stands up and looks at you shocked, “You ran here?” You just nod as you look at him expectantly, “where is he?” He uses his thumb to point behind him to the locker room doors, “Completely alone, everyone's already left.” You nod as the guys wish you good luck and leave.

You just stare at the doors for a moment, clarity finally hitting you as you realize how ridiculous it was you just left your date and ran all the way here. You couldn't just ignore cregans message. Pushing open the door its dead quiet other than the sound of running water. You walk slowly into the room the door closing behind you louder than you expected causing you to wince before you call out his name. He doesn't answer so you walk around the wall to where the showers were and you can see him outlined in the curtain and almost gasp but you cover your mouth to prevent anything from coming out.

“Jace?” His head finally snaps up due to your voice being so close and he looks in your direction, calling out your name softly in question. “I’m here.” “What are you doing here?” He turns off the shower and you turn your back incase he stepped out of the shower. You attempt to suppress the heat and want that fills your body as you imagine him naked before shaking your head, “Cregan texted, i was worried about you.” He just hums. You wish you could see his face but you hear the curtain open and the sound of him stepping out. “What about your date?”

You freeze as you clutch your purse tighter in your hands as you let out a deep breath. “What about it?” Hes suddenly standing so close to you you can feel his breath tickling your back and you gulp. “You’re here and not there, why?” One of his hands slides down your arm to grab your clenched hand as his forehead hits your shoulder, he's takes a deep breath as he awaits your answer. “Does it matter?” You don't want him to ask because you don't want to have to answer him. you don't want to have to admit to yourself you just wanted to be with him and nobody else.

“You wanna know why it matters? Because i was so fucking mad that you weren’t here i threw the fucking game and hit my head. because nobody makes me lose my mind like you do. Needed you here and you weren’t. You were out with some stupid fucking guy and i was so pissed.” He presses a kiss to your shoulder and you try to suppress the whimper that climbs its way up to your throat. “What are you saying Jace?”

His hands move to wrap around your waist and his head moves to your neck, You can feel his wet naked chest soaking the back of your dress and the heat of his breath on your neck “You know what, That i would go find a new girl to fuck because i couldn’t have you, that i think about you all the time because i like you so much, that it makes me sick when i think about you with a guy that's not me.” He begins to suck at your neck and you now do nothing to hold back the moan you let out as his grip moves to your hips pulling you back against him closer. “You mean it?” His hands slide down to the hem of your dress and he slides his hands under it and upwards pulling your dress up to poll around your hips, “of course i do baby, can i touch you?”

You let out a strained please and he pushes your underwear aside to run a finger down your slit letting out a groan, “fuck..” He quickly sticks two fingers into you and you fall back against him, withering under his touch as he moves at a rough pace, clearly very eager to please you and his other hand comes down from your hips to play with your clit. Your knees almost buckle from the amount of pleasure but he keeps you pressed tightly against him curling his fingers.

You swear he has magic powers because as you were right about to cum he pulls out of you and you whimper. He chuckles at your reaction and twists you around to face him, “want you to come around me.” He pulls you into a heated kiss as you two frantically pull off your dress, kicking it to some random corner of the locker room along with your underwear. “I don't have a condom.” You hear him swear and mumble to himself but you cup his cheeks to stop him, “I'm on the pill.” “It’s not the same-” “what are you not clean?” “of course i am-” “Then fuck me Jace.” He looks in your eyes for any signs of hesitation and when he doesn't find any he quickly pushes himself into you.

You feel like you can’t breathe, he pushes you against a nearby wall and feverishly pounds into you as his hands move to play with your tits. Hes talking but you can’t decipher what he’s saying so lost in your own pleasure. “fuck you feel so good fuck.” You tug on his hair and pull him to kiss you, your on the brink of release as the feeling of his thumbs rubbing on your nipples and the combination of the millions of emotions racing around you. You grip on his hair tightly and he groans, “You close?” You nod you head, “Wait for me.” You open your mouth to complain but his hips begin to move faster and his hands move to your hips to slam you closer to match his thrusts. “Want to come together.” His words are slurred as he’s approaching his release. Your hands scratch down his back as he groans in your ear, taking your ear and sucking on it.

“Come.” He breaths in your ear and you do, he hisses as he feels you pulse against him, your fluid completely covering him and he cant help but follow suit. He kisses you running his hands down your arms. As the two of you settle down he makes no move to pull out of you, seeming content within you.

“I'm gonna get a fucking earful from cregan.”

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something changed in me seeing this in theatres why lie

Daddy?

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Just so you all realize and see it in action:

This fic was finished in 2015 and the author hadn't had a comment since 2016. They appreciated the comment even though it was just emoji hearts, they were happy and surprised to receive love on their older fic.

Don't stop commenting just because it's an old piece or because you think you can't come up with something smart, witty or thoughtful to say.

Just say anything. Just put an emoji. Just let them know you appreciate their work.

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summary: you’ve been best friends with jacaerys since you were children but due to his recent girlfriend you two have barely spent anytime together. You two are forced back into the same space when you attend cregan starks party and tensions rise

r.q: Nothing specific but please give more modern jace w smut. Your work is so gooddd 😩

w.c: 2k

c.w: porn with a little plot, a little angst, modern!college!cregan, modern!college!jace x reader, cregan the miracle worker, oral (f!receiving), protected sex (WRAP IT UP!), not proofread

a.n: i have a couple requests im supposed to get done before this but when i saw this in my inbox it wouldn't leave my mind 😭 love you guys hope you enjoy 🫶

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You didnt want to come to this party tonight but cregan had practically begged you to come.

‘i dont know cregan.’ you had told him while walking out of your shared lab class. ‘oh come on itll be fun,’ he pauses and thinks for a moment before having a devious grin on his face. ‘if youre worried about it i promise you wont see jace. he said hes busy’ you eye him and he swears hes not lying so you shrug and tell him sure you’ll be there leading him to hug you before running off.

its not like you hated jacaerys, you couldnt the two of you are best friends. Well you're currently unsure of how the two of you stand, his current girlfriend seemed so determined to be rid of you and you didn't want to get in the way you backed off not wanting her to feel uncomfortable but its since left you feeling strange.

You should feel happy for him, he's found someone he seems to like but instead you’re left with a sharpness in your chest anytime you think about him and someone else. You like him. No maybe you love him but he clearly doesn't seem to like you like that so you can never tell him that. You're happy he isn't at this party and is busy doing whatever he’s doing. You decided you need to take your mind off him, you can keep yourself stuck in your head over this and you certainly cant be crushing on a taken man.

Now youre stuck talking with this guy, something Lannister you don't even know his name, but he seems more than eager to be talking with you and for that a part of you is grateful you didn’t have to work to hard to get a guys attention.

“Wheres the bathroom?” “Ill take you to one.” He grabs your hand harshly and begins to lead you to the staircase. You tug at the hand hes stuck holding and attempt to get him to let go telling him you dont need him to hold you. He says something about it just being quicker and you should just follow him. This rings alarms in your head and now your gripping the rail and forcefully trying to get out of his grip. “get the fuck off me!” “just shut the fuck up and come with me.”

“What the fuck do you think your doing man?” Your eyes widen in shock at his voice as the lannister scoffs at him, “just trying to take the lady to the restroom velaryon.” “she doesn't wanna go with you man let her go. and theres not a bathroom up there.” He walks up to the other guy and shoves him back his hand lets go of yours and with your new freedom and you quickly put a distance between you two. The lannister mumbles some shit under his breath and ends up walking upstairs alone, “she isnt even worth it.”

“are you okay?” jace quickly rushes back over to you and grabs your hand check it looking at you alarmed. “im okay thank you jace.” He lets out a sigh of relief and takes a step back running a hand through his hair. You just stare at him and your heart races, god hes so hot wearing just a pair of shorts and an open white button up with his whole chest out, the necklace you had given him for his birthday a couple years ago sits nicely on his chest, his hair is wet and even so is his chest leading you to realize he had been out in the pool. He was at this fucking party. Cregan that fucking asshole. “i thought you weren't coming.”

He tilts his head at you and shakes his head, “who told you that?” “Cregan.” He hums and turns away for a second mumbling some stuff under his breath you swear you hear something about cregan being an ass before turning back to you. “He must have gotten the dates mixed up.” All you can do is nod and play with your fingers, its awkward. You have never felt awkward around jace so this was different, of course your own feelings have to come around and ruin everything. While you look down at your hands you dont notice that hes just staring at you with a starry eyes. “You want a drink?”

You look up at him and you feel hot finally noticing his gaze on you, “sure.” The two of you make your way to the kitchen where you walk past cregan who gives you a wink as you walk by that fucking asshole, what was he even trying to do? As you watch jace you cant help yourself, “hows… oh whats her name?” you mumble the last part under your breath unable to even remember the poor girls name. He just hums and hands you a cup, “Claire? Oh we broke up.” you gasp and look at him shocked, “oh my god im so sorry.” he smiles at you and shakes his head easily tossing the shot into his mouth. “She cheated on me, you know that guy mason,” “the guy in the photography course?” “yeah with him,” “he looks like her cousin,” “thats because he is her cousin.” you gasp in horror on of you hands flying to cover your mouth as you try not to laugh.

He laughs, and makes a fist to cover his mouth, all you can think about is how beautiful he is, “You can laugh you know its funny.” with his permission you dub over with a laugh and shake your head, “thats unbelievable.” “imagine my shock!” “Im still sorry by the way, thats really shitty.” He continues to look out in the distance as he takes other shot, “its alright love i was gonna dump her anyway.”

You take a sip from your cup and just watch him, “why? thought you liked her?” For the first time in awhile he looks over at you and you take notice of the affectionate look in his eyes as he smiled softly at you. “i realized i liked somebody else.” “Ah.” you look away and you feel him move closer to you and grab you chin to look at him. “You wanna know who?” “Jace..” Hes standing so close you can smell his cologne, his hand leaves you chin and runs down your arm. “Ive known her for a long time but i only just realized how much i love her, I’ve been a fool.”

You kiss him, reaching your hands to cup his cheeks, he deepens the kiss his hands grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him pressing you directly against him. You dont know how long youve been standing there just kissing him, when you two pull away to take a breath you can hear a get a room from someone who walks by and you remember youre just standing in some random guys kitchen and press your head into his neck. “this is so embarrassing.” he just laughs and presses a kiss to the top of your head. “You wanna come back to mine?” His implications are very clear to you especially as you feel his hardness pressing against you, you nod.

Not even thirty minutes later he had you laid out bare on his bed, his mouth latched onto your clit leaving you desperately clinging onto his hair as you throw your head back, “jace.” he hums as he brings one of his hands down to play with your folds as his other stays firmly on your stomach pressing you down onto the mattress.

as you get closer your hands stray from his hair and fist the newly washed sheets under you as you continue to call out his name. you've been with a couple guys in the past but none pf them compared to how jace had been making you feel, none of them made you quiver and shake when you came like he did. he mouth finally detaches from you and he sits up looking at you while licking his lips. “That good?” You slap his chest and continue to take some deep breaths, “fuck you.” “i will i promise.”

His shirt and shorts had been thrown off somewhere, probably out laying in his hallway along with your clothes. He quickly slides a condom on before climbing on top of you so his necklace is dangling in front of you. “You good?” you nod at him and he kisses down your neck and leaves kisses all over your breasts. “Need you jace.”

“you need what baby?” you groan as you feel him push his dick between you fold lightly rubbing up and down. “Please jace.” “what is it? tell me and ill do anything for you.” He looks at you expectantly and you let out a strained moan as you begin to beg him, “please fuck me jace please please.” he hums happily and quickly readjusts himself, “You only needed to ask baby.”

You feel like your heart is about to burst out of your chest as he thrusts into you, as your hands grip his his back and running down it as he continues to thrust, thats definitely going to leave a mark. but based on the hiss and groans he lets out that tells you he likes it.

You swear youve never felt so good, he continues to hit the deepest and sweetest parts of you. He fucks you so fast and hard you're shocked the bed under you stays intact, he brings one of his hands down to your clit and your hands dig into his lower back and you cant help but press your head to his shoulder. “Jace fuck jace.” your mouth his muffled against his skin but he acknowledges you by bringing his lips to yours into a harsh kiss matching the thrusts of his hips. “Wanted this for so long jace.” he groans and you swear he somehow begins to move faster, “me too baby me too, now that i have you ill never let you go,” he licks at the sweat that has dripped his way to you neck and his hands move to grip your waist, “gonna fuck you everyday, i promise fuck best pussy in the world.”

You whimper at his words and your head is once against pressed against his shoulder, “im so close.” “cum for me baby please i need to feel it,” he hisses as he feels you bite into his shoulder and his eyes rolls back into head, “im right behind you fuck cum please.”

“i love you.” the words leave you easily as you cum. He cums at the sensation of you releasing, “fuck i love you.” leaving him twitching and still as he huffs and puffs, out of breath. he pulls out with a hiss and lets out an apology as he sees you wince, he climbs out of bed and makes his way to the bathroom, getting rid of his condom and coming back with a towel cleaning you and him up before climbing into bed next to you.

“fuck that was good.” the two of you laugh and you roll yourself to look at him. “did you mean it?” he hums and draws shapes on your stomach, “mean what?” “that you love me?” He looks at you with a dumbfounded look, “are you serious?” you rolls your eyes and try to turn away but he grabs you and pulls you close to him pressing your face against his chest, “of course i love you you idiot.” you smile and press a kiss on his chest before you fall asleep.

when you wake up the next morning and check you phone you see some text from cregan from last night.

‘saw you leave with jace just now 😁’

‘you’re welcome you bitch 🫶’

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oh my god this was just perfect!!! the tension the angst cregan being the best bestie

Distractions

Summary: Despite how close the two of you are you're sick of waiting around for Jace no matter how much you like him, so you decide you’re going out on a date! but he doesn't like that.

w.c: 2.5k

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You let out a hushed thank you as you check you phone to see what looked like a million texts from cregan.

‘hey i know the two of you are like fighting or wtv but you gotta see him asap.’

‘never seen him lose his mind like that’

‘got himself hurt’

‘nothing too bad but he’s bleeding’

‘know he thinks it cost us the game’

‘now he wont talk to any of us not even me’

‘think his head wasn’t in it’

‘know it’s not my place but he likes you so much’

‘losing his fucking mind over you not being here and being on some date’

‘please, for his sake at least try to talk to him, know you’re busy sorry to bother but I'm worried for him’

“I'm gonna get a fucking earful from cregan.”

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holy fuck I had no idea this all went down

Y'ALL CAN EXCUSE RACISM?

Let's get one thing straight: I have no part in this chaotic mess (infact, I have blocked all the accounts mentioned below), but it's grinding my gears how it's devolving into another petty fanfic drama: case 607. I know this drama is getting the attention for certain individuals who are demonstrating mean girl behaviour and gossiping about other writers behind their backs. However, I am solely focused on addressing the racist and discriminatory remarks made by these individuals in the leaked text messages.

For those not in the loop, there's been a huge drama in the fanfic community involving leaked text messages from a group chat of four prominent members. In these messages, two users - Fae and Bel - have admitted to sending hate anons and talking smack about other writers behind their backs. Two other members left the group after it was revealed that B tried to make amends with someone who these two, Em and Ange, don't particularly care for. As a move to clear their names, Em exposed all the texts, trying to prove that Fae and Bel are the real villains here.

But wait, there's more! In these same chats, Bel not only mocked fellow non-English speakers but also bragged about sending rat emojis to an 18-year-old Pakistani writer who was already receiving racist anons. While everyone is focused on getting back at these two women for being shady af, it's mind-boggling how Em and Ange are suddenly jumping on the anti-racism train.

These two ladies stayed in the same chat as a fellow Pakistani writer was driven away because of racism, knowing full well that one of their own was contributing to it, and said NOTHING! Zero discouragement, no condemnation - they only hopped off when things got personal.

So here it is… I've had it with all of you hypocrites. You praise and encourage these women at every turn, feeding their egos like they're the second coming of Beyonce. But let's not forget who's always stirring up drama in this fandom - hint: it's these same people with a sense of entitlement the size of a planet. The issue is groupthink and y'all have all jumped on the bandwagon. You're worse than HBO's marketing department because just like their shitty teams, everyone involved here SUCKS ASS. You don't have to pick a side because they are all petty, mean losers. Bel and Fae are facing the consequences of their actions, which they rightfully deserve.

However, Em's exposé on Bel's racism seems more like an opportunistic move and it's disappointing that so many of you are supporting it. It's a predictable cycle now; there will be a half-hearted apology, an announcement of a hiatus, and then tons of people will flock to their inboxes to shower them with praise and excuses. It's ridiculous! I know there are many who feel the same way as me but are afraid to speak up because they don't want to upset the "village elders" and risk losing their connections and engagements. It's a joke atp!

Instead of taking responsibility for their own wrongdoings, they will come up with a list of 10 different cyber crimes by others to divert attention from their own nonsense. These very same women have confessed to creating multiple fake accounts, secretly stalking servers without mods noticing, and constantly harassing individuals through anon messages.

Yet, we are supposed to consider them as examples of moral integrity and ethical behavior? 😒

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I rq the "pls reblogs" one and I didn't see those so thank u! But I was thinking more simple and cute designs or even ones thatre a bit thinner pls? Whatever u can do will be great love!!💕

Ooh got it - I can do that! These have a thinner design than my usual, using the text you had sent in (and I did matching minor dni as well, if needed) 💖 I hope you like them!!

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he’s so hot fck i want him 🥵🥵you always deliver my friend

Happy (late) 420! I tried to get this out yesterday, but that didn't happen. Anyways, here's some Dealer!Coryo x Reader in honor of 420.

Weed, drugs, guns, cussing, Coriolanus Snow being Coriolanus Snow, p in v, slight degradation?, um that's bout it

“Your brother's drunk again?” Coryo, your weed dealer and fuck buddy, asked as he flung the door to his section 8 apartment open as soon as he saw you thru the peephole.

He knew what was wrong with you just by the sullen look on your face. Anytime you had that look on your face it was because your brother was either drunk and fighting with you or your ex (who Coryo nearly beat to death after the last time he cheated on you- which if you ask the dealer shouldn't have happened cause only a fucking idiot would stick their cock in a skeezy cunt when they've got your perfect, tight cunt to fuck on the regular) did something (like cheat) to upset you.

After getting beat within an inch of his life, your ex skipped town. Rumor has it that he went to California. So, Coriolanus knows that there's only one reason you're on his doorstep looking like an anxious mess: your brother, Rein.

“Yep.” You popped your tongue.

“Come in.” Coriolanus ordered, moving aside to make room for you to enter his shithole. As you walked by him and into the apartment that smells heavily of cigarettes, weed, incense, and rose scented glade plug-ins, your favorite drug dealer announced with a lopsided smirk, “I was just ‘bout to roll a joint.”, while shutting and bolting the door.

“It's been a while since I smoked. I could use a few hits to calm down.” You admitted, making a beeline to the lumpy couch and in extension the glass coffee table nestled right in front of it.

A glass coffee table with chipped corners that was cluttered so much that the glass could barely be seen. It was a cluttered mess of magazines, rolling papers, plastic sandwich baggies, large bags of weed, a scale, a few empty beer bottles, an empty chip bag, a red solo cup, zippo, and a cheap ashtray.

Sometimes you wonder about Coryo, who could be a dead ringer for Eminem. Hell, his looks got him the nickname of Paneminem. You know, cause he's the Slim Shady of your small bumfuck Colorado town of Panem.

A town that both you and Coriolanus Snow, known to a very small select few as Coryo, hate with a passion.

But, anyways, sometimes you wonder about the dealer with the platinum buzzcut (which you were shocked to find out was his natural hair color) that lives alone. He doesn't have a lot of friends and the only family he's got is a cousin, Tigris, that's a stripper at Pluribus’ club. But they had some kind of falling out after he got a dishonorable discharge from the army and barely talk anymore.

And you only know about Tigris and his brief stint in the military cause you curiously asked him about his dog tags, chewing on the corner of them during a half-high afterglow while cuddling with him.

“What dumb shit did Rein do this time, baby girl?” The hardened drug dealer asked, following you over to the sofa. A sofa that has a board under it to level and prop up the saggy seat cushions.

“He’s pissed that I got laid off and can't find another job.” You told Coryo as the two of you sat down on the couch, making it dip under your combined weight.

“So, does that mean you're gonna start helping your favorite dealer sling shit for cash?” Coriolanus slightly chuckled, slipping his hand underneath the hem of his oversized white T-shirt and pulling his gun out of the waistband of his baggy jeans; placing it down on the coffee table.

You've seen the black Glock so many times, gosh it must be at least 50 by now, since you started buying weed and hooking up with Coryo. Him handling the weapon around you doesn't even phase you anymore. It should. It really should, especially since you weren't raised around guns or violence- but apparently the more time you spend around Snow (Coryo's surname and one of his street names- the other being Snowball) the more you're being corrupted by him.

Unknown to you, Coryo doesn't want you to become corrupted by him. He thinks you're a really sweet girl that had some shit luck of being abandoned by your mom and raised hovering above the poverty line by your much older half-brother and his girlfriend. Despite your crappy conditions, you’re as sweet as honey. Or at least to Coriolanus you are.

For some reason, the hardened drug dealer that's a couple of years older than you wants to keep you safe from any and all dangers in the world. Hell, Snow's not supposed to have feelings for you, a girl that occasionally buys weed from him; comes over to his place to vent about her life, but he does.

And that's not good because feelings are dangerous in his world. The drug underworld. The side of town, hell life, that decent people don't see.

Coryo's got people that would love to put a bullet in him; the cops also want to lock him up for at least half his life too. Having you around him so much, getting wrapped up in shit isn't good at all. It's not good for you or for him. It'll only end up bad and in heartbreak.

And Snow can't have that. Oh, he has to protect you from his world. The world of drugs and all other illicit activities that transpire in the criminal underworld. You're just too sweet to have as a permanent fixture in his life, which is why he doesn't hang with you unless you're buying weed from him. He won't actively seek you out, despite the fact that you always bring a smile to face and warm his cold, black, dead, frostbitten heart.

“Coryo, you're my only dealer.” You dryly remind him, watching as he perches on the edge of his couch; leaning forward to grab the items he needs from his chipped coffee table to roll the joint with. “And no, I'm not gonna help you deal.”

“Only dealer, favorite dealer: same thing from how I look at it.” Coriolanus retorts while his long fingers nimbly work to fill and roll a joint for the two of you to share. “It was a joke, baby. I wasn't serious.” Your dealer dryly told you before giving out a lecture of, “My line of work’s dangerous, babe. I'd never send you out into that shit just to make a buck.” Waggling a long weed scented finger in your face, he added in, “And I would've fucked some goddamn sense into you if you’d agreed to my fake offer.”

You’re not stupid, you know that Coryo’s not just a weed dealer, but that he sells some hard shit and it makes his job- hell his life- dangerous. But you don't care. You accept him as he is. You're not trying to fix him; you're fine with him the way he is. You're also fine with being his customer/sorta friends with benefits.

You know that Coryo has a lockbox full of various pills and coke that he deals. The box is shoved in the side table, that looks like a weird ass octagon, caddy cornered between his sofa and a heavily duct taped easy chair. You saw it once when you were over, crying about being cheated on by your ex and needing some weed (and maybe some big dick) pronto to make you feel better and calm you down.

Coryo had a customer he needed to meet and sell some powder to, so he prepared the crap right in front of you. After cutting the white powder finely with a credit card (that you're sure he stole from somebody) and portioning it up in a baggie, he made you swear to never touch the hard shit. He even said that he'd shoot whoever dares to give you the shit right between the eyes if he ever found out that you dabbled in the hard shit.

And then he sent you on your way with a few joints and a promise that he'd stop by to check up on you; see if you need anymore post getting cheated on weed to help feel better with. He kept good on that promise, he stopped by and took you out for a ride. A ride that ended with you desperately riding his cock in the backseat of his car- which was parked in some alleyway in a seedy part of town.

“Calm down, Coryo. God, don’t pop a vein over there.” You sarcastically tell the platinum blonde while he finishes rolling the joint. Watching him pick up his zippo off the table, you assure him.“You don't need to worry about me being in danger from the big bag drug dealers; I'll only make my money legally.”

“Y/N…” Snow mumbled warningly, slipping the joint between his lush lips and lighting up. Taking his first hit, he sighs, “The more you hang ‘round here, baby girl, the more you might be putting your sweet lil ass in danger.”

“I’m a big girl, Snowball. I can take care of myself, plus I trust you and know that you'd never hurt me.” You said, watching him take his second hit.

Passing the joint over to you, he dead ass says, “I got enemies; if they think we're a thing they'll fuck you up to get to me.” Shaking his head, he leans his elbows on his knees (of course he was manspreading- he always does when sitting on the sofa). “Cops would haul you in; jam you up just to try and catch my ass.”

Your brows furrow at his words. At their implications.

“So, what, you don't want me coming ‘round anymore?” You asked, brushing your fingertips against his rough, calloused ones as you took the joint from him. “Want me to find somebody new to buy weed from?” You took your first hit, coughing slightly. “Maybe I'll drive a couple hours to Denver and buy from a regulated dealer: from the man.” You threatened, taking your second hit and passing the joint to the broad shouldered man next to you.

“You're not driving down there for weed. You hear me?” Coryo sternly ordered before taking a deep hit off the joint.

“Then don't say you don't want me around, Coryo.” You countered, watching your dealer sexily blow a large billowing cloud of smoke from his perfect O shaped mouth.

“I didn't say that, babe.” Coryo snapped, his voice a bit hoarse from smoking weed all day (or at least you think he's been smoking all day). “I don't wanna have a heavy talk while smoking. Let's table this for now, yea?” He told you before taking a second, even longer hit from the joint perfectly pinched between his thumb and forefinger.

“Yea, my life's stressful enough.” You agreed, taking the offered joint from Coriolanus as soon as he exhaled a lungful of smoke.

Coryo didn't say a word, just leaned back into his couch and snaked an arm to rest behind you. He gave you a lazy thin lipped smile as you took your hit. His icy eyes, usually void of emotions, were shinning with fondness as he watched you instead of whatever bullshit was on his tv.

A very nice large flatscreen that somebody gave him for payment. Fuck, the damn thing was worth nearly a grand since it was some top of the line Samsung smart tv. Snow knew it must've fallen out the back of a truck, but he didn't give a shit. Meant he didn't have to use he crappy tablet to watch stuff anymore.

But instead of watching tv, his attention was on you. God, Coriolanus loves watching you smoke. He thinks you're so sexy when you smoke. This cute, lil sweetheart taking in a large burning lungful and letting it waft out of your mouth expertly.

It turned him on.

“It's not polite to stare, Coryo.” You remind the menacing man next to you, your tone a bit teasing, while passing him the joint after finishing your hits.

“I'm not staring, so don't know what your talking about.” He firmly denied, acting like he wasn't just caught ogling your gloss coated lips, while taking the joint.

You're starting to feel a bit hazy from the weed, unlike Coryo you don't smoke around the clock so a few hits mellows you out quickly, and lean your head against his shoulder.

“Your such a fucking lightweight.” The platinum blonde chuckles, shaking his head with a hint of an taunting smirk on his lips.

“Not everyone can smoke and fuck all day, Snowball.”

“I don't smoke and fuck all day. I'll let you know that if I don't sling my shit then I ain't making any bank.” Coryo sneered, sounding a bit insulted by your remark, before taking a quick hit and holding the joint out to you.

Your fingertips brush over his, sending shockwaves through both of your buzzed bodies, as you take his offering. “You know, I'm still having a dry spell.” You reluctantly sigh between taking your two puffs and passing him back the joint.

Coryo's not stupid, he knows why you've been having problems finding somebody to hookup with let alone date. Word on the street is that he's sweet on you. That you’re Snowball's baby. Or at least Plinth and Creed, his only friends that are also dealers, told him that's the word.

Been the word since somebody saw you and him at some house party few weeks back- disappearing into a bathroom together for a good 15 minutes or so (yea, long enough to fuck).

“Maybe I can do something ‘bout it then, yea?”

“Maybe.” You coyly shrugged.

Even tho both you and Coryo knew that as soon as the joint turned into a roach; was snubbed into the ash trash, you'd be making out and undressing each other on his sofa.

“Hmmm…Coryo, that feels so good…” You loudly moan, feeling your cunt twitch and grow wetter, as you ride Coryo's cock.

Coryo's sucking on one of your titties while roughly squeezing the other in his large, calloused hand. His other hand is holding onto your ass like it's the most prized jewel into the entire world.

“God, Coryo, I needed your cock so bad.” You admit to him, your voice nothing more than a pathetic mewl, as your wrap your arms around his neck- one hand pressing into the back of his platinum buzzcut while the other holds the back of his neck- while you leverage yourself to bounce faster on his dick.

His cock, very long and thick with veins that catch every velvety piece of your walls, fills your cunt up perfectly; turns you into a whinny mess. His tip hits against your cervix, causing the coil to begin to tighten inside of your lower body with every move. And the way his cock presses into your g-spot just right- oh fuck he's completely ruined you for men.

Whether you want to admit it or not, you're addicted to Coryo's cock. He's the only man that can fuck you just right. God, you would be all hot and bothered over your dealer.

Your nipple falls from Coryo's mouth with a loud, wet pop. He looks up at you, baby blues smoldering midnight with lust, and slaps your ass. “Fuck, baby. Ride my cock, ride my cock like the lil slut you are.” His hand slides over your chest, leaving one tit and going to kneed the other, as he lands two quick slaps to your ass. “Baby, your cunt feels so tight and good. Ride me, baby, ride me.”

“Fuck…Coryo…think I'm gonna cum.” You breathing tell him, forehead pressing down against his; hair curtains around your faces, as you grind your hips faster against his.

“Yea?” He asks, his voice heavy from lust and hoarse from smoking weed, as he places his hands on either of your hips. “Hold on, baby. I'll make ya cum.” Coryo tilts his chin up, sloppily kissing you, before digging his fingers into the meat of your hips and thrusting fast and hard up into you.

“Fuck!” You scream, feeling your insides literally getting rearranged, as Coriolanus’ cock plunges deep inside of you. Deeper then you’ve ever felt it before (and that's saying something since the man’s cock always leaves an imprint in your lower stomach everytime you fuck) and it's making you see stars.

Your arms are tightly wrapped around Coryo's neck in a vice grip as he pounds up into your cunt at such a strong, punishing pace. He's fucking you so hard and good that you can feel the rubber band inside of you get ready to snap. “Coryo…I'm gonna cum.”

“Cum, baby. Be my good lil slut and cum on my cock.” Coryo orders, his baritone rough and raw, as he presses you against his chest while bucking his hips at lightning speed.

And you do. You cum hard, moaning a string of curses mixed with Coryo's name, before leaning limply against him and panting to catch your breath. Your head's pressed into the crook of his neck and he's now holding holding your back to keep you afloat while chasing his own high. Coryo pistons his cock in and out of you quickly before groaning a couple fucks and your name while shooting his hot load of thick pearly ropes of cum deep into your cunt.

“Damn…” Coryo trailed off, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

Your head's still resting in the crook of his neck as you unwrap one of your arms from around his neck. Running your hand up and down his toned chest, you blurt out, “I'm hungry.”

“Of course, you get the munchies now.” Coryo scoffs, shaking his head. “I got some pizza rolls in the freezer, I'll nuke us some in a lil bit. Okay, babe?” He offered while trying to enjoy his blazed out afterglow moment with you.

Honestly, he just wanted you to cockwarm him for a while because he didn't know when you'd be in that position again.

And Coryo knows that he's going to have to cut you loose eventually. You're a liability in his line of work. Snow, the cold hearted drug dealer that doesn't think twice about popping a cap in somebody's ass, has a soft spot for you. Hell, to be honest he cares for you.

He cares a lot.

And that's dangerous. Feelings are a weakness that he can't afford in his life. The thought of you being used against him makes him sick.

And Coriolanus will never forgive himself if something bad happened to you because of him.

He knows that he'll have to cut you loose soon. Put his combat boot covered foot down; lay down some rules for the two of you to abide by. Something like he'll drop your weed off at your house then leave type of deal.

But right now, for a few minutes, he just wants to bask in your warmth.

And for right now, you're Snowball's baby.

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