#angelnon 🤍

[kisses4kaia]

god college!luke makes my emotions go haywire 😡😩 i’d honestly start dating someone else to spite him

you know what anon. ima need you to claim an emoji bc ur thoughts are TOO GOOD (also thank u sm for 1.5k💋)

so we’ve discussed previously that luke castellan does not get jealous easily.

however.

he never thought you would go this far. sure, you had danced on other guys at parties to get a rise out of him, maybe flirted here and there in front of him, but never this.

getting into a relationship—a serious relationship—with his frat brother? that was a new low. so what if he’d purposefully lead other girls into gross bathrooms at bar outings so you would see? this was uncalled for. how dare you?

so naturally, at your new boyfriend’s birthday party, when you’re sitting on his lap, helping him unwrap your present of a jean-paul gaultier cologne he’d wanted, luke—in classic luke fashion—thought this would be his chance. your sorority sister, drunk off of her wits—bless her heart—came up to you and whispered some slurred imperative about how you needed to get to ‘the square’.

your eyebrows furrowed at her as her eyebrows raised, questioning the significance of ‘the square’ and why the man who prompted her to ask chose there. you said no words, excusing yourself after finding her a water and alka seltzer.

“you really couldn’t help yourself, huh?” are the first words you say to luke, button up shirt open and lying on his back on the false grass. “me? you’re one to talk, sweetheart,” you rolled your eyes at his use of the nickname, crossing your arms as you stand over him.

beneath the twilight, your exposed shoulder skin glistened like the moon, just a sliver of it visible in the northern night sky. luke had obviously had something to drink or smoke, or both, because he slurred his words as he patted the turf next to him. “sit down. c’mon, like the good ol’ days,”

‘the square’ was a small patch of land in the middle area between his frat’s and your sorority’s backyards. it was insignificant to most everybody else, but you and luke had claimed it as yours on drizzly nights like these, when the owl called and adolescence snored. it didn’t even hold sexual reminiscences, for each night you spent on the square was spent just talking. he would gloat about some things he did over the summer, interrogate you on your sex life, laugh at your offense and crack bad jokes. he was the worst person to spend valuable time with, but you returned every night, nonetheless.

“i’m surprised, castellan. been here a full sixty seconds and you haven’t tried to fuck me,” you remained standing over his lax body, crossing your arms over your chest. “do you want me to try to fuck you? because i’m down,” he looks up at you with that smile of his. that toothy, million dollar, smile that reassures whomever it is on the receiving end that everything is okay and there’s not a thing to worry about.

you snort, giving in and sitting down. luke pulls you into his lap before your butt can even hit the cool grass, eliciting a yelp from you. his lips press against your shoulder, strong, warm arms wrap around your waist and you can’t help but melt into the body beneath you. “luke,” your voice is meant to be a warning, supposed to remind him and yourself that you belong to another and this was not right, but he did nothing except for hold you tighter and smile against your skin.

“he doesn’t make you feel like i do.” he spoke the words out of your mind, the voice of truth you swallowed down with a knowing conscience that it would rise to the surface eventually. this wasn’t what you wanted. your single goal wasn’t to make luke jealous, it wasn’t even to show him what he was missing. you just wanted it to be different. you wanted somebody to take you seriously enough to call you theirs.

but anybody who did wasn’t him.

“luke,” this time, you weren’t trying to ward off anything. this time, you were welcoming him and all his invasive, rude, luke-like, traits and the pain you knew would come with letting him in once more. “i know, baby, i know.” he said no further words before flipping the pair of you over and letting your back onto the ground. you focused on none else other than the feeling of his lips finally landing on yours, the trace of his fingers across your denim skirt’s hem. “can i?” luke’s fingers dipped past the fabric, drawing swirls on your skin. “mhm, yeah,” your smile is audible and spreads to luke’s lips.

if there was one thing luke always did, it was worship you. this time was no different. his lips were everywhere, and when they weren’t pecking kisses all over you, he was breathing praises like you were a mortal saint against your skin. and when he entered you, he fucked you like he couldn’t believe he got the chance to feel you again. but he knew what the outcome of this would be; of course he did.

you didn’t know him as a particularly selfish lover, but the way he chased his high, rutting his hips against yours to the point of overwhelmed stuttering suggested that to be true.

and when it was all said and done and the past hung in the air like a wonder of the world, luke stood and looked down at you like you previously did him.

“break up with him.”

“why?”

“you know why.”

there was no denying that, so you did none else than nod.

“yeah. i do.”

#.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ! #kaia writes luke #1.5k celebration #lukesie bb 🐛. #luke castellan x you #luke castellan smut #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan fanfiction #luke castellan #charlie bushnell #charlie bushnell x reader #kai's got mail <3📑 #angelnon 🤍 #this was fun☺️ #also toxic!luke just gets me every time #🍦 angel

[kisses4kaia]

im begging you on my knees sobbinggg to write pussy drunk billy that loses control at the mere smell or touch of us  😩😩

ur so real for this . billy the mutha fuckkin kid the man u are — also ur patience is so appreciated baby💕

“please, darlin’. i’ll be fast, i promise, i just—i just need you so bad right now. please, angel, just this once?” billy breathes against your neck in between kisses. “billy…” you sighed out, a near groan as you tried to press some distance between the two of you. he doesn’t even regard your attempt before he’s pushing you back onto the grimy bathroom wall.

“i have to get back,” you tried to reason, but as billy’s calloused hands ran up your thighs to hike up your little linen dress, you couldn’t really remember what it was you needed to get back to. “drivin’ me crazy out there, don’t you know? with that way you touch my hair, or the way you hook your fingers through my belt loops. goin’ fuckin’ insane, ‘cause of you,” his hands make quick work of his belt and buttons and zipper as you subconsciously pull your own panties to the side.

he bites his lower lip to contain a smile at your needy state; knowing you longed for him making him want you that much more.

“i’ll be quick, baby.” he promised, spitting in his hand and stroking himself gently before letting his cock slip past your slick folds and inside of you.

there’s an apprehension that is left unspoken as you and billy hasten to your climaxes, his hand dropping from your hip to circle his roughened thumb pad against your puffy clit as his thrusts sped up and fell desperate to lust. “come on now, you gonna come for me or what? i wanna feel you, angel. go on, then. come for me, darlin’,” his gruff voice reverberated against all five of your senses, sending you over the edge with a choked gasp, a long since held in moan breaking through. “shh, baby. they’ll hear you all the way in montreal, you know that,” he said, smirking through his words, pleased at the effect he has on you.

it only took a few more thrusts before he was groaning and gasping and whimpering in your ear, head pressed to the crook of your neck. he pulled out and painted white ribbons over your stomach, dress pulled up and exposing your lower abs.

“so good for me. always such a fuckin’ doll. ‘ll keep you forever, what do you think about that?” your mind is barely unclouding as you nod, murmuring a little ‘uh huh’, pulling billy in for one last kiss before he goes away. grabbing the bandana out of his back denim pocket, he cleans the mess off of you and leaves with a kiss to your cheek, and a little, frisky, gentle, smack to your ass.

#just found this sitting in my drafts ?? #tell me why it was buried so deep woah #anyhow #.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ! #angelnon 🤍 #kai's got mail <3📑 #kaia writes william #billy the kid 2022 #billy the kid smut #billy the kid x reader #billy antrim #billy bonney x reader #william h bonney smut #william h bonney x reader #william bonney #william h bonney #tom blyth smut #tom blyth #tom blyth x reader #billy the kid fanfiction

[kisses4kaia]

MORE BROTHERS BEST FRIEND BILLY THE KID I BEG OF YOU

GIBSON GIRL .ᐟ

pairing— brothersbestfriend!william h. bonney x fem!reader

warnings— smut, forbidden relationship, p in v, oral (m and f receiving) EVERYONE IS LEGAL!!

a/n— this took an absurd amount of time sorry! she’s here now tho so plz reblog if u enjoyed! (also not a part two to the first one 🤍)

“billy, make sure she’s safe while i’m gone, will you?” jesse asks his best friend in reference to you, his innocent, sweet, little sister. and naturally, without any hesitation, billy nods. “of course, always,”

there’s something about his tone when he says it, something that hints that his opinion of you isn’t entirely fraternal, but perhaps something more profound. jesse doesn’t catch onto that, though; never having been the brightest tool in the shed.

almost ignorantly, he just nods at billy in respectful acknowledgment, kisses you on the cheek, all before leaving the house, heading into town for whatever errands needed running, leaving you and billy alone for many unsupervised hours.

god, the tension between the pair of you was palpable—thicker than molasses and sweeter than it, too. to make matters worse for the outlaw, recently, you took up a new hobby—making billy squirm. making innuendos just barely passable as innocent banter, being on your best behavior and letting him know you were like this just for him, then going and turning it around completely, becoming a complete and total brat, not heeding to mind a single word he speaks.

and fuck, it was driving him insane. he felt so ashamed of himself on nights when all his mind could conjure up before bed was images of you—images the lord would frown upon sincerely—and end up with a cum-splotched torso and a still unsatiated cock. he hated you for it.

you, with your too-tight denim shorts in july, and with your ribbons in your pigtail plaits, and your sweet, soft, wickedly tantalizing, eyes and even more venomous voice. everything about you drove him mad, and it was the very nature of your relationship that irked him the most—because, he knew, as desperately as he wanted, he could not have you. you were his best friends little sister, for christ’s sake! it was never bound to end well for him. honestly, he felt like the fates had fucked him.

so now, when you are in your bed, reading a romance novel you’ve already read twice, something outside of your window catches your eye. billy is currently out on the farm with the horses, tending to them. not an uncommon sight, however since it’s august, and this is the midwest, and it is hot—almost naturally—billy has abandoned his linen, button-up, shirt and is wearing nothing but a dirt-stained wifebeater, his trousers, and gun holster—and of course, his cowboy hat. you bite your lip at the display, sure this must be a product of one of your many erotic dreams about your brothers best friend, but all of that is debunked when he looks up at you, his catching the way your bottom lip is folded behind your teeth and your lingering gaze is burning onto his toned arms—probably a result of workin so hard as a farmhand and cowboy his whole life, you reckon—and meeting your piercing gaze.

you decide to push yourself off of your pretty, bowed, sheets and make your way downstairs to the trouble that lies within the man you grew up right next to.

“you know, it’s rude to stare,” billy chimes while you sit on an old, rackety, rocking chair residing on the back porch of your house, watching billy on the ranch. “and you think i’m above being rude?” you cock your head slightly, almost challenging him but not quite. he rolls his eyes, obviously wanting to snap back but can’t find it in him, not when you’re looking at him like that.

soon, he’s done with the work needed to have been done (admittedly, he did make haste so as to keep you waiting on him), and he’s grabbing his shirt off the pole of the wooden fence that is caging the horses in, tying the sleeves around his waist. he doesn’t spare you a single glance as he walks into the home, but you know he’s silently beckoning you to trail after him—after all, you were only out here to ogle at him, weren’t you?

when you enter the threshold of your home, your eyes land upon billy, who is pouring himself a glass of cheap whiskey and plopping down onto your couch.

“c’mon, sit down,” billy offers, sweat on his brow as the brown liquor swirls around the crystal glass, his legs spread wide and his demeanor exuding assertiveness. “well, now don’t be silly, there’s no other seat,” you acknowledge the lack of another sofa in the cozy living room, and the one billy did sit on, was only big enough to seat one. “oh, that’s no problem, doll, just sit on my lap, hm?” he cocks his head at you, daring eyes telling you all you needed to know. your raise your eyebrows and smile. “are you sure that’s what you want me to do?” your voice is a single warning, and billy is clearly throwing all caution to the wind, because he laughs. “c’mon, baby, i’m a big boy, i know what i want,” you knew what his underlying message was and the implication urged you to begin walking towards the couch.

blue eyes bore into yours as you throw a leg on either side of his thighs, skirt splaying over the tops of your thighs. he downs all the liquor in the glass before placing it onto the small coffee table next to him, eyes never leaving yours. carefully, but not fearfully, he drags a finger from your calf all the way to your waist, before both of his large hands take a rest at your love handles. “careful, billy,” you say in a singsong voice, allowing your hips to slowly, very slowly, begin moving downwards unto billy’s crotch. your arms lazily wrap around his neck, forearms resting on his strong, broad, shoulders. he kisses his teeth, bringing his face closer to yours ever so slightly, whiskey breath fanning over your face, chest, décolletage. when his lips finally encase yours, there’s so much built-up tension flowing in the passionate manner in which he kisses you, his palms grip onto your hips possessively before pressing all over your back, grappling desperately to get his calloused hands everywhere on your body all at once. he felt like he was drowning in you, but he would never call for help, for he needed you this instant and there was nothing stopping him from having you right here, right now.

“get on your knees,” he grits through his teeth, lust seething through the low growl that is his voice. you hardly think twice before moving back onto the plywood floor, knees already taking splinters, but you didn’t care, not when billy was unbuckling his denim trousers and letting his cock spring free from the confines of his boxers.

billy revels in the wide-eyed expression on your face as you take in his size. his cock was beautiful—angry, red, and proud, tip leaking with precum, pretty veins running vertically along the length. you swallow your surprise and slowly, you wrap a soft hand around the base of his length, bringing your lips down to his tip and pressing teasing kisses on it. the man above you lets out a soft groan, relaxing his muscles and allowing a strong hand to run through your hair, not quite gathering it yet, but maintaining it out of your face.

after peppering gentle kisses all over his hard cock, you finally flatten your tongue against the underside of him, licking up to the tip. you wrap your lips around his achy head and take as much as you can of him into your mouth, warm throat tightening around him. it takes everything inside billy to not immediately start fucking your fragile face, and when your tear-pricked eyes met his darkened blue ones, he roughly pulls you off of him. he throws you onto your back on the couch, like you weigh no more than a feather, hikes up your skirt and pulls your pale, pink, cotton, panties to the side. as he begins sliding his cock between your puffy folds, his tip brushes against your sensitive bud, and you whine, needing him to quit dangling the carrot and fuck you already. at the pathetic sound, billy just coos, pressing a gentle, loving, kiss to your pouted lips, before slamming his cock into your unprepared, sopping, cunt. you cry out against his lips and as he begins rutting his hips against yours, he’s trying to find restraint. he knows you probably won’t be able to walk properly for a week if he keeps fucking you like this, but the pent up tension finally being released urges him to keep fucking you primally—and plus, you wanted this, didn’t you? with your teasing, and your fucking miniskirts, everything you did was a beg for billy to fuck you into your place, right?

even in his sex-crazed state, billy’s still a gentleman who’s concerned with your pleasure just as much as his, and uses one of the hands he had rested beside your head to draw fast circles on your clit, pulling the most melodic sounds from you. they pushed him closer and closer to the edge and before you both knew it, billy was pulling out of your cunt, making you whine at the empty feeling, stroking himself a few times before painting your abdomen in his seed.

when he came down from his high, billy dropped down to his knees before you, skipping all the teasing he wanted to do (he would, next time) and licked a fat stripe up your slit, stopping at your clit and sucking momentarily. the muscle continued to work at you, dipping and fucking into your achy hole, and within minutes, your orgasm had crashed into you like a powerful ocean tide, struck by poseidon himself. you cried out his name, explicit weaved between your moans. billy just rides you through it, strong hands holding your wildly bucking hips down as you spasmed through your release.

“good girl, such a good girl,” billy cooed, the praise making your face go warm, even after he saw the most intimate parts of you. you brush off the compliment, afraid your own voice would betray you and instead reply “i take it this won’t be the last time we do… this?” and billy just chuckles darkly, picking you up off the couch and sitting himself back down, placing you prettily on his lap. “no, sugar. after this, you’re mine. understand?”

#.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ! #kai's got mail <3📑 #angelnon 🤍 #𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭.. ✮⋆˙ ! #billy the kid smut #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid imagine #billy the kid #billy the kid 2022 #billy antrim #william h bonney smut #william bonney #william h bonney #william h bonney x reader #billy bonney x reader #tom blyth smut #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth #tom blyth x you

[kisses4kaia]

on my knees, foaming at the mouth, begging for more sub coryo

u guys are so funny oh my goodness😭 (slight au where sejanus did not die because we love him🥰) i got a bit carried away as you can see!! but that’s ok !!!! also, university!corio .. okok go read now plz enjoy and reblog :)

being the girlfriend of the winner to the plinth prize whilst simultaneously biting your tongue constantly was no easy feat.

every thoughtless, careless, borderline sexist, comment corio received from older men—and even some of your male peers—along the lines of, “oh, she’s a pretty little thing, isn’t she? bet you keep her on her knees, huh?” (whilst you were right there, mind you!), infuriated you beyond belief and typically made corio tense up and awkwardly brush them off.

because no, corio did not always keep you on your knees. as a matter of fact, it was quite the opposite. you had him on his knees, every night, begging and pleading for a taste of you. and if he was a good boy, he would get one. you were assertive, not cruel.

you so badly wished you could shut them down, tell them exactly how it is, but you still loved and respected corio, and you knew what might happen to his reputation if that kind of secret got out.

so you kept on biting your tongue.

and tonight, corio’s arm is snaked around your torso and his large palm rests on the small of your back.

you’re at a elite party he was invited to, making friendly conversation with clemensia and sejanus while throwing witty comments back and forth with your boyfriend, when all of a sudden, one of crassus snow’s old friends come up to the both of you and it goes how you would expect; however, this time, something’s different.

this time, he laughs boisterously and nods, agreeing with the crude comment the man made. coriolanus shakes his hand and says “oh, absolutely. would you expect any less from my father’s son?”

you are fucking appalled, and the astounded expression on your face doesn’t do much to hide it.

when the old man whose name you didn’t bother to remember finally leaves, corio finally looks down at you to see your narrow eyes shooting daggers into his.

you say no words and storm off, and he’s hot on your trail. “baby? baby, hold up, slow down!”

you heed no mind to his words, and only stop your stampede when you find an unoccupied bedroom and drag him inside.

it was glamorous, which was to be expected, considering the host of the party was volumnia gaul; she always was one for dramatic flare. the ceiling was high and the walls were crowned in gold paint. the layout was simple, there was nothing but a queen-sized bed, an empty dresser, and bare vanity gracing its presence, all but proving that it was not it use, and perfectly fine for you to punish coriolanus in.

“what the fuck was that?” your voice is scornful and with the way your face twists up and contorts into a look of contempt, he knows he’s in for it.

he stumbles over his words, trying to think of a way he can phrase his words to deescalate the situation, lessen the blow for himself. “i-i’m sorry. i don’t know what i was thinking. please, honey. please forgive me. i’m begging you,”

the last phrase causes you to look up at him before smirking wickedly, “are you?”

you can see it dawn on him, the realization that you really are going to make him beg—the proper way, down on his knees.

he sighs ashamedly before letting his knees buckle, right one hitting the ground, the left following suit.

the slicked back hair on his scalp gleams perfectly underneath the warm overhead lighting the small chandelier provides, and his glossy, devastatingly blue, eyes are boring into yours as his bottom lip begins to quiver ever so slightly.

“i’m so, so, so, fucking, sorry. i’m so stupid, i just didn’t want him to think lowly of my fathers kin. i fucked up, i know, just, please, please, forgive me,”

he sounds like he’s on the verge of tears when he speaks and you can’t help but revel in how hot this all is. having one of the most powerful men in the capitol at your feet, pleading for you, you have to work hard in order to conceal the ache between your legs.

“show me, then.” you turn around on him and walk to the bed, sitting, before crossing your legs and leaning back, dangerous, siren eyes inviting corio to crawl to you.

he doesn’t even hesitate before getting on his hands and knees and desperately pawing at the ground, trying to get close to you again. and when he reaches your sat figure, he grabs your ankles, uncrossing them and pulling your high heels off slowly, all before kissing his way up your calf, and up to your mid-thigh, where the slit in your dress begins. he looks up at you pleadingly, expression reading ‘may i?’ and you could praise him for being so polite if he wasn’t enduring punishment.

you nod slightly, raising your hips just enough so corio could hike your dress up, bunching up at your waist.

his eyes stay on yours, watching you intently as he pulls your delicate, lacy, black and pink, panties down your smooth legs, before gently placing them on the floor next to him.

when you part your legs ever so slightly, the eyes boring into yours spark up with excitement and hope. he finally breaks eye contact when he shuts his eyes and lays his tongue flat against your cunt, lapping up the ego-boosting amount of arousal that’s drooling from your achy hole.

he’s so perfect for you, timing his transitions between fucking into you with his tongue and sucking on your clit just the way he’s learned you like just right, never lingering too long on one part of you.

at this point, you have your legs wrapped around his head tight, nearly restricting his facility to breathe, shamelessly moaning and praising his ministrations. “fuck, yes corio! oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum? yeah? so fucking pathetic,” you spit at him in between borderline moans so pornographic that you’re apprehensive that somebody outside of the four walls you’re in may hear you, but it doesn’t seem to bother you that much, considering the lack of you lowering your own volume.

and the sounds, the sounds are vile, fucking disgusting. his salivated muscle messily dragging all over your labia, his perfectly pouted lips making out with your pussy like he’s in love with it (he is). all of the insanely erotic factors of this moment don’t do anything to hold off your impending release, and with a weak cry of the boy beneath you’s name, sweet syrup leaks out from your tight hole lands onto corio’s anticipating tongue, and you can feel him smile against you at the taste of it.

he drinks it all down in no time and when he continues to lather his tongue all over your clit, not seeming to want to be done, you have to physically pull his head away from you as a result of overstimulation.

he frowns but when he sees the look on your face, your exhausted, satisfied, fucked-out, face, he has to bite his lip to contain his smile.

“i did good?” there’s a special twinkle to his eye, and you find it all-enamoring.

“so good,”

“you forgive me?”

“yes, but next time you pull some shit like that, i’ll jerk you off under the dinner table, you hear me?”

#.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ! #angelnon 🤍 #kai's got mail <3📑 #young coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow fanfiction #corio angel 🪽★ #tbosas smut #tbosas #thg smut #the hunger games #tom blyth smut #tom blyth #coriolanus snow #got just a tad bit carried away here.. oops! #kaia writes coriolanus

[kisses4kaia]

WE NEED MORE SUB CORYO I LOVE IT SM WHATBTHENFUCK

- little treat for 1k. enjoy, my angels 🌬️.

“no, no, no, i can’t, really, i can’t,” he pleads with you, squirming sporadically under the vibrator you hold to his cock. “you can, just breathe. give me one more, yeah? you can do it, my brave, brave, boy,”

he’s hesitant to agree, but he nods with a whimper once he sees that look on your face, the one that reassures him that he’s safe and no one is trying to hurt him; even if that isn’t totally true.

consequently, proving he is the good boy you know him to be, corio lets you milk one more weak load out of his red, achy, tip, all in hopes that you would be proud of him.

and you are, but that doesn’t stop you from biting your lip and looking back up at the exhausted boy.

“you sure you can’t give me just one more? please?”

and as coriolanus bites his lip and begs for mercy he knows he will not receive, it dawns on him that he is completely, totally, and utterly, fucked.

#.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ! #corio angel 🪽★ #young coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #tom blyth #sub coriolanus snow #angelnon 🤍 #kai's got mail <3📑 #🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ what can i say ?? #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus smut #tbosas smut #tbosas #thg smut #thg #tom blyth smut #kaia writes coriolanus

[kisses4kaia]

Jjs gf being scared of needles. He takes her to a doctor appointment or something and she freaks out over it. Jj ends up having to literally hold her still so she can get the shot lol

so cute

“it’s alright baby, you’re okay,” jj coos in your ear as your feet dangle off of the doctor’s bed.

everything is overwhelming you—the buzzing of the fluorescent light in the doctor’s office, the uncomfortable crinkling of parchment paper beneath your bottom whenever you move even just a little. jj’s soft voice and warm hands soothes you, though. just slightly.

as the nurse entered the room and smiled sweetly at the two of you, she set down her clipboard and took the 2 needles in her hands. she explained what shots she was giving you and where they would go.

the needles weren’t big, per se, but they gleamed maliciously under the big white light of the room, wracking you with apprehension. jj could sense it, and so he squeezed your hand tighter, kissing your cheek. “it’ll be fast, baby. won’t it?” he turns to the nurse and she nods assuredly, snapping on some gloves and flicking the needle of the first syringe.

tears were welling in your eyes as you watched the needle come closer and closer to you, jerking away when the nurse begins her countdown.

“mm mm. i can’t, i can’t do it,” you heaved, biting your lip to contain tears. “you can, angel. let me hold you, show you how strong you are; all by yourself, hm?” jj stroked your head, pulling you closer. you peered up at him through glossy eyes, and his piercing gaze was so sincere, so trusting, that you couldn’t help but feel inclined to nod.

as the needle pierced your skin briefly, injecting the vaccine into your bicep, you take deeps breaths to the rhythm of jj’s heartbeat.

the first one took some mustering up of courage, but afterwards, you took the second one like a champ—no tears. “look at you, rockstar! two shots and not a single tear. you know how proud i am of you?” you can’t even contain your bright smile at his praises as you select two pink band-aids to go over your bleeding skin.

afterwards, jj takes you out for ice cream and fucks you soft and slow in your bed, being extra careful not to put an ounce of pressure on your sore boo-boo. his honey sweet words make you forget all about the ache in your arm and you fall asleep against his chest, pained shoulder ignorantly pressed against his side.

#this is bunny!reader coded so take that how u will #.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ! #kaia writes jj #angelnon 🤍 #kai's got mail <3📑 #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x you #jj maybank x reader #obx fic #obx #outer banks smut #outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #bunny!reader

[kisses4kaia]

i’ve been seeing ppl do sej x coryo x reader and all the time i see dom sej, switch coryo, and sub reader and it gave me this idea.

i think it would be interesting to see dom coryo, switch sej, and sub reader. yes ik this is very much ooc BUT IDGAF 😵

the plot could be that coryo and sej find the reader’s diary that she kept hidden in a shoebox. in the diary she’s saying things like “oh i want coryo or sej so bad omg”(obviously not like that LMAO). i feel like you could put romance into this plot too by having them see that she also would write about these cute scenarios abt them both. TEETH ROTTING THINGS EVEN.

i’m not sure if coryo would be more gentle with sej bc in my mind he(coryo) would be the one to actually consider the things in the diary. sej is up for the idea, but he’s nervous abt doing this with coryo bc duh it’s his best friend.

anyways, i hope this is interesting enough to do bc i liked how you wrote sub sej!

(this was long asf i’m so sorry 😭😭 also, this doesn’t have to be a long ass fic! if you think this would be better as a longer fic or shorter fic, GO AHEAD‼️‼️)

YES I LOVE ! plz don’t apologize i loved hearing ur thoughts . oh and i changed some minor things about this but i still hope u enjoy💞

your blood ran cold as corio stood at the foot of the bed, your fuzzy pink diary in hand as sejanus stood next to him, arms crossed and a smug look on his face, as if he was trying to contain laughter. “god, i would die happy if i could sit on coriolanus’ face and have sejanus stuff his cock down my throat,” corio quoted your journal, an devilish, amused, smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “such dirty words for such a shy girl. don’t you agree, sejanus?”

he meets the blond boys eyes and nods, in modest agreement. “i don’t know, corio, i’m not all that surprised. i mean, she practically begged to join our group for the project,” he cocked his head slightly as he reasoned, all too casual about the situation.

he hadn’t lied, when professor click assigned a project for groups of three, you immediately got to batting your eyelashes and flattery with the two boys. at first, your intentions were pure, only wanting to ensure a good grade for the assignment, and it made the most sense to try to get with sejanus and coriolanus, for they had the highest marks in the entirety of the class. you had wanted nothing but an ‘a’, until you began noticing how beautiful corio’s eyes were in the sunlight, and how full and plump sej’s lips were when he pushed a pencil through them in concentration, and you hadn’t even realized you’d begun spiraling. you entrusted your diary with all the details of your infatuation for the boys, and as you wrote on late, dark nights, you’d never expected to have the subjects of your logs read it. you were utterly mortified, and your paled expression did not conceal it well. “oh, come on now, darling. don’t be ashamed, we aren’t judging you,” coriolanus cooed at your rigid posture at the head of the bed.

today was supposed to be the last day. the last day you were working on the project, and you’d let them into your empty home, into your bedroom, and onto your bed. you had let them linger in your room while you grabbed your school bag from the living room, facilitating them just the right amount of time to snoop if they so pleased, and you should have known that they did. in their defense, how could sejanus even be blamed for reaching for the blush book sitting in such plain sight on your nightstand? how could coriolanus be at fault for reading more when the first page had ‘corio ♡’ and ‘sej ♡’ written about 30 times all over the lined paper? when you’d returned, completely oblivious to their snooping, corio had hidden it behind his back and obscured it from your view. it was only when you turned to grab a pen off of your nightstand, the nightstand in which you retired your diary to every night, that you noticed the pink rectangle missing. slowly, you turned to face the boys who were standing, your innermost thoughts and secrets in corio’s hands. “i-it’s not what it looks like, i promise. i just…” you’re stumbling over your words nervously and you can feel sweat forming on your brow.

corio just laughs before sejanus takes the book from him, thumbing to another page. “all i want is for sej to hold me in his strong arms while corio eats me out. i need him to call me a good girl, i need it, i need it, i need it,” as he reads, his voice is monotonous, but his face reads touched, pleased. he looks over to corio, and upon viewing the expression on his face, knowing exactly which gears are turning in that head of his, he shakes his head. “i don’t know, corio. is that really a good idea?” sej is hesitant, but the blond boy just keeps staring at you with hungry eyes, the brunette boys apprehension not deterring him from his goal one bit. “sejanus, she obviously wants it if she wrote a whole fucking novel on how bad she needs to get her holes filled by me and you,” he reasons, speaking as though you are not in the room, which sent shivers rampant all over your skin. “but together?” sejanus squeaks and corio’s expression of amusement shifts from you to him. “what, you don’t want to? because i’ll be here? c’mon, sejanus, let’s not pretend i can’t see you’re hard at the mere idea of seeing me cum inside of her,” sejanus just rolls his eyes and redirects his attention back to you. “you want this?” he’s walking slowly, closer and closer to you, you who’s sat pretty at the head of the queen-sized bed, like an unsuspecting doe while the wolves prey on you hungrily. coriolanus walks around the other side, and your senses are on fire, watching your two classmates stalk towards you with primal lust swirling in their deep eyes.

you can only nod weakly, afraid that if you were to make a sound, your own voice would betray you. “words, sweetheart,” corio says in a singsong voice, his hand reaching out to your chin, jerking it to force your eyes to meet his. “please,” you squeak, lower lip almost quivering. the blond boy pouts at you, before using his free hand to fall between your thighs, flipping your skirt up before petting your cunt over your embarrassingly damp panties. corio’s digits move skillfully as the pads of his fingers press through the fabric and onto your clit, pulling desperate whimpers out of you. you haven’t forgotten about sejanus in the slightest, hyper aware of his looming presence, but you were much too afraid to break eye contact with corio, so you simply whisper faintly under your breath “sejanus,”

corio lets up on his grip of your jaw and allows your eyes to land on sejanus, who’s palming his bulge through his trousers. his eyes read your needy ones before grabbing your hand and replacing his own. you gasp at the how large he feels even through the layers of fabric, and have to bite your lip to the point of breaking skin so as to contain a moan. corio’s ministrations feel good, so good, but it’s not enough. “more, please. need you, need you both” your eyes begin pricking with tears as you look back at the snow boy, face rendering as a plead as your hips buck weakly into his hand. “i know, baby, i know,” corio leans down and for the first time, presses a kiss to your lips, before pulling your panties to the side and sliding his middle digit into you with ease. you moan against the sweet lips on yours, and turn to face sejanus, eyes begging for permission as you toy with the button on his trousers. “go ahead, pretty,” sejanus breathes out, pleasure building up within him. as well as you can manage while under the influence of gratification corio is invoking upon you, you undo the button and the zipper of sejanus’ pants and pull them down along with his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free. you were mesmerized at first glance, he was beautiful; girthy, but still quite lengthy. prominent veins ran up and down him and his tip was a dark shade of vermillion, weeping with pre. you swear you thought drool was coming out of your mouth, because sejanus just smiles knowingly, guiding your hand back onto his cock.

at the same time, corio adds another finger to your tight cunt. his other hand comes in to use the pad of his thumb to draw calculated, deliciously meticulous, circles on your sensitive bud. you can tell sejanus is close from the way his eyes flutter shut as pleasure overtakes him, from how you can feel him twitch in your hand, and you know your release is coming soon, too. and when it does, pleasure courses through your veins, you had never felt anything like the orgasm corio talked you through. “fuck, yeah baby. cum all on my fingers, hm? poor, pretty, baby. so wound up f’me,”

not long after, you feel sejanus’ seed spill onto your hand, a string of explicits falling smoothly from his plump lips, along with moans of your name and praises for how good you make him feel. when his eyes reopen, you suddenly feel bolder than you did 20 minutes ago, and stare him down like he’s the prey, while licking his sperm off of your pretty, delicate, manicured, fingers. sejanus thinks—no, he knows—that could’ve made him cum again on the spot if corio hadn’t interjected, his tone a starved and vicious growl.

“on your knees, now.”

#.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ! #new favorite work. #kaia writes coriolanus #kaia writes sejanus #corio angel 🪽★ #sejanus babie 💄♥︎ #sejanus plinth x you #sejanus plinth smut #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus x reader x coriolanus #young coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow x reader #young coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow fanfic #angelnon 🤍 #kai's got mail <3📑

[kisses4kaia]

omg thank you for writing sub coryo he fr a little bitch whether he wants to admit it or not. I was wondering if you had more ideas, although I can’t see him 100% sub unless a virgin/first time having sex. I see him as a switch but I’m down for whatever

thank u for the ask anon mwah 🤍

but yeah i totally agree with u !! i have so many ideas i want to get written down but it’s mid terms season and they are putting me through the trenchessss

i’m on break after tomorrow so hopefully i can use that time to write some more for our baby🪽

#angelnon 🤍 #⋆˙⟡ kaia talks !! ⋆˙⟡ #corio angel 🪽★ #kai's got mail <3📑

[kisses4kaia]

i was the anon that wanted to spite college!luke and dare i say I love it so much I want that etched in my soul forever 🤭 if you do plan to write another oh how i love when you make him suffer maam hehe you write him so beautifully i forget i want to punch his face in. Also if you have emoji anons, I’d love to claim 🌷 or 🍦 and I wish you all the happiness in the world babes

thank u sm baby I love ur thoughts and ofc you got it <33

#🍦 angel #kai's got mail <3📑 #angelnon 🤍 #⋆˙⟡ kaia talks !! ⋆˙⟡

[kisses4kaia]

loved ur recent but just a reminder that not everyone can get red marks on their skin…

hi dear!! ur so right i hadn’t even thought about this and for that i sincerely apologize.

my ignorance is no excuse but i really would like to do better in the future. i realize that i do have many black and dark skinned followers and of you are one, i recognize your discomfort with my lack of acknowledgment in my recent. i am wholeheartedly sorry. if there are any dark skinned followers of mine that would like to help advise me as to how to go about writing the art of hickey-making for all complexions better in the future, i am reaching out and asking for your input.

once again, i am sorry. edits will be made best as i can and thank you for helping me be a better writer and human.

- k💋

#⋆˙⟡ kaia talks !! ⋆˙⟡ #kai's got mail <3📑 #angelnon 🤍 #please please please reach out i am begging<33

[kisses4kaia]

you're gonna think I'm so weird but like dark!fem reader kidnaps acadamy coryo

my darling sweetheart anon, with all the love in the world, this is going to be a no.

there are rules to requests, and this does fall under noncon, which i do not write. i’m sure you just didn’t think to check the rules and that’s fine!! i am not mad by any means but i would hate for u to feel like i’m ignoring your ask by simply not answering it. thank you for understanding🫂.

#angelnon 🤍 #⋆˙⟡ kaia talks !! ⋆˙⟡ #kai's got mail <3📑

[kisses4kaia]

Not to get into discourse on tumblr

But the whole not everyone can get red marks on their skin was a little much… like ok… it’s not a big deal. It’s like when a fic says, “your hair blows in the wind” and someone’s like, “I have a buzz”

it was ur work that YOU made for FREE

it’s nice if u want to be super inclusive I just felt the way they worded was a little rude imo

I just wanted to say me ( and others ) appreciate the writing u put out : )

i understand what you’re feeling dear, but from your tone of writing, i believe you yourself aren’t of dark skin tone? which is totally fine!! however, previous anon was right, and was totally valid in their criticism on my work. inclusivity is a huge part of my code as an author because i, too suffer from lack of representation in fanfiction. personally, i don’t think anon was being rude at all—please check me if you think i wasn’t being open to all people. i appreciate your support so much angel but let’s try to be as mindful and respectful as possible. you’re a star<3 mwah love always, k. ❤️

#⋆˙⟡ kaia talks !! ⋆˙⟡ #angelnon 🤍 #kai's got mail <3📑 #much love though!! #hopefully this is the last post i make on this

[kisses4kaia]

was that.... a casual (by chappell roan) reference at the end of ur recent???????????? I GASPED.

it… it… IT WAS 😇😇 i actually left a tag at the very end of my tags on it in case anyone was curious but THANK YOU FOR NOTICING💋💋🫂

#angelnon 🤍 #kai's got mail <3📑 #chappell roan my muse always #she’s just.

[kisses4kaia]

bro ur account is so cute i love it sm

i love u sm thank you for this 😚🫶💞

#i love asks like this #angelnon 🤍 #kai's got mail <3📑

[kisses4kaia]

if you can i would so love to request sum sub sejanus my baby does not get enough love and i need to treat him 🫶

yes of courseeee ive been meaning to write for him a recently so thank u for the ask nonnie💞(unproofread smut..💤)

“is this… is this okay?” sejanus shyly asks as he gently, almost fearfully, drags a finger up your side, sending goosebumps rampant all over your skin. “mhm, so polite,” you tease as you nod, and it renders sejanus flustered, a dusty rose blush spreading across his cheeks.

earlier today, your best friend, sejanus, accidentally let it slip to you that he was virgin, and you pouted, before casually asking him if he wanted to change that. the way his head shot up to look at you, searching for any sign of jest in your eyes. he didn’t find one, and as a result, his eyes lit up as he bit back a smile and nodded.

and here you are, on his bed, on your knees in front of sejanus who is also, on his knees. you’re starting slow, reasonably, because you can tell how nervous your baby is and would hate for him to feel uncomfortable or rushed. “we have all the time in the world baby, take your time, don’t rush, hm?” your soft, reassuring words could make sej cry at the sincerity. instead, he leans forward and lays an experimental kiss on your décolletage area, earning a satisfactory exhale from you. his large hands reach to cusp your breasts and very timidly, he begins to roll your sensitive buds between his index finger and thumb. you moan and praise him, gently pushing him back onto the mattress.

with a benign “is this okay?”, you straddle the curly-haired boy and kiss him in a way that melts all of his worries and dissolves all of his fears into nothing but pure bliss. his hands are taut at his sides, curling into fists when you first sink down onto him with a gasp at his sheer size. “you can touch me, you know. anywhere,” you tell him in between moans and his eyes bore into yours as if he’s scared your not being sincere. you’re face only renders to him as earnest and so, with a new, timid, slowly-building, confidence, his strong hands grip onto your hips and begin guiding you up and down his girthy length.

the worst part about this is that he doesn’t even know how good he is, constantly saying things like “is this good enough?”, and “i’m sorry,” when he hits that delicious part inside of you and your breath hitches in your throat. you’re quick to correct him, telling him it’s more than okay, and to keep doing that. and, like the good boy he is, he heeds to mind every little thing you tell him, absorbing this new knowledge like sweet sugar to clear, untouched, innocent, water.

it doesn’t take much longer for him to reach his peak, considering your cunt is squeezing him like he’s going somewhere soon, and with a focused mind and twisted brow, he moans your name loudly before he paints your insides with ribbons of white, and the feeling of being filled, so warm, brings you to your very own release soon after, endless benedictions spilling from your mouth.

afterwards, you climb off of sej and tangle yourself in the sheets next to him, letting him lay his head between your still-naked breasts. “so, how do you feel?” you ask while carding through the dark curls on his head, gently massaging his scalp. he hums, happily but quite tiredly, too. “mm, good, thank you,”

you chuckle softly before you can tell sej has begun to nod off, and you let him. you press a caring kiss to the top of his head and hold him until you eventually begin to doze, too.

#.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ! #sejanus babie 💄♥︎ #angelnon 🤍 #kai's got mail <3📑 #tbosas smut #tbosas #thg smut #thg #the hunger games #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games smut #sejanus plinth #sejanus plinth smut #josh andres rivera #josh andres rivera smut #sejanus plinth x reader #unproofread.. 😴😴 #kaia writes sejanus

[kisses4kaia]

One fic in and I already love the way you write Billy!! Could I please request reader surprising him with a massage after a long day, just thanking him for all he does for her? I'm a hoe for praise so just total body worshipping vibes lol

aww ur too kind !! i hope i did him justice lolol😚 no smut in this one! just pure fluffy cuteness🧘‍♀️.

as the noisy front door on you and billy’s temporary homestead creaks open and promptly slams back shut, you hear a disheveled grunt come from the main room.

you put your book down to check on your cowboy. “oh, honey. something wrong? what’s on your mind?” you hold his weary face press a comforting kiss to the corner of his bitten lips, already easing the mind of the outlaw.

“just—just had a rough day, nothing to concern ‘bout. go rest, baby. i’ll see you at dinner, hm?” his words try to deter you, but his jaded voice gives him away, and you frown at the feigned composure.

“nonsense. here, go sit on the couch, i’ll get you a cup of tea,” he tried to protest but you put a single finger up, not willing to hear it. “william h. bonney, you will sit down on that sofa or believe me, you will be in for it, you understand?” you raise your eyebrows now, expression rendering seriousness. “alright, alright. jesus, woman,”

as he makes his way through the living room and plops down onto the soft cushions, you brew the aromatic chamomile tea in the kitchen, giving it to him just the way he likes—straight, no milk or sugar.

you creep up behind him, placing the china teacup into his worn hands, your own softer ones finding his shoulders.

as you begin kneading the tense muscles, a satisfied groan leaves billy and you giggle. “oh, my brave man. you work so hard, so damn tense,” you sigh airily, dreamily to billy.

he merely hums in agreement, eyes fluttering shut at the pleasure derived from your careful hands that massaged the knots of tension out of the man. “how did i get so lucky with you?” his voice is low and he sounded as if he was confusing his thoughts with his speech, you almost didn’t catch it.

you just simper. “hmm, the real question is how did i get so lucky with you? so chivalrous and strong, my knight in shining armor. i don’t say it enough, but thank you, billy. for being my man and just being you; i love you,”

billy swears he’s dreaming. really, how could a wrongful, scarred, man like himself be so blessed to have a sweet, little, thing, like you to come home to every night? it was beyond him—and right now, he couldn’t be happier with his chances.

you loved him like this, vulnerable and unwound, relaxed and zen; even if only for just a few moments. moments of solitude with your lover that you can only find in the destitute of billy’s heart, they last and they burn into the soul of you.

soon, when all that remains in the delicate porcelain cup is scarcely splattered tea leaves, and billy of fighting sleep, you remove your hands from his upper back and walk around the sofa to face him.

you sit yourself down and lay yourself next to him. he pulls you close, your ear pressing against his chest, hearing his heart beat in time with yours—another testament to your serendipitous devotion to one another—you feel a kiss press to your temple, and billy softly grumbles something into your ear before succumbing to siesta.

“never leave me, please. i wouldn’t be able to go on, then.”

#.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ! #angelnon 🤍 #kai's got mail <3📑 #billy the kid #billy the kid x reader #william bonney #william h bonney #billy the kid fluff #billy the kid imagine #billy antrim #tom blyth #william h bonney fluff #coriolanus snow #this is so much cuteness #i heart him so hard #unproofread.. 😴😴 #kaia writes william