#me: cigarettes are bad and cause lung cancer

[baura-bear]

nearly finished with the cowboy fic and i realized i forgot to add something about jack looking sexy and smoking a cigarette. looks like i have to rewrite the entire thing

[corvidcall]

im gonna be honest i am really struggling w the whole submarine meme cycle. i know theyre rich people who paid to get on a deeply unsafe submarine to go down and gawk at a pile of rusted wreckage that once held other rich people, and they should have known better, and that it seems so obviously like a death trap

but also. idk. theres no way those people didnt die in the most horrific way i can image, and even if theyre bad people who brought it on themselves.... i just really dont think it's that funny overall, and the fact that every other post on here and ALSO on twitter are just people memeing about it is making every single social media deeply unpleasant to use.

[kyxhiin]

Billy is smoking. And the JL are confused cause who let Marvel have a pack of cigarettes. With the time bubble thing in Fawcett and it being stuck in the 1950s the doctor gave him a pack of cigarettes cause it will help whatever cold or infection he has now. Cause it's healthy!

After a relatively tough fight the JL are tired. Captain however seemed to be the opposite, he's still his usual happy go lucky self cheering up the rest of the League. And it's all going fine and all and they enter the space ship. Everybody's in the control room sighing, and talking. The team's spirit seemed to be lifted up until... Marvel pulls out a pack of cigarettes. But he doesn't seem to be the guy who smokes so casually.

Flash: Woah dude you smoke? Isn't that bad for you? If you even have lungs but dude, I don't judge.

Flash doing a little shrug as Captain lights up the cigarette with electricity.

Captain Marvel: Oh, yeah I do. My doctor prescribed me it, I need to take it hourly.

Flash, along with the other audible confusion of the JL: ..What do you mean your doctor prescribed you it...?

Captain Marvel with a confused glance puffing out smoke:.. Yeah? I don't understand what's wrong with it, the doctor said the smokes gonna cleanse my body or something. People always take a cigar, Mary and Jr have been prescribed it once too?

Flash now with a deadpanned but also a confused expression: What.

Superman: Marvel.. I don't think that's a licensed doctor your seeing.

Captain Marvel tipping the ash onto a coke bottle cap: What? Of course my doctor is. Look Mr. Superman I would think to know to trust a professionals words.

Superman: No, cap. Smokings like really bad, it has nicotine in it and it can cause lung cancer.

Captain Marvel holding the cigarette between his fingers: Oh, you believe in those theories? They've been going around a while now.

Green Lantern: WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEORIES??? THIS IS BASIC KNOWLEDGE????

Captain Marvel now with a chuckle to his speech: Yeah right, nice joke. You should really consider becoming a come-

Flash: DONT STEER THE CONVERSATION?? AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN JR AND MARY HAS BEEN PRESCRIBED THE SAME THING.

The JL are now speed questioning well more like interrogating Captain. Batman now scheduled a visit to Fawcett to see what the hell is going on in there.

[lapdogchase]

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cigarettes are bad for you i think

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Some people have moral ocd and its really fucked up to moralize things like this………..

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fucking puriteens trying to fascistly dictate what we do with our bodies

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well its my choice to smoke and if you criticise me youre being ableist because i have autism

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theres nothing wrong with having lung cancer. my aunt had lung cancer and she was a nice person.

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being addicted to cigarettes is actually an intrinsically queer and autistic experience. it is queer to strike a match. it is autistic to crave nicotine. saying otherwise is a homophobic dogwhistle.

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Yes very much so

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i will protect you…..

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man that aropride guy is so cool. many are saying this

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tumblr user aropride is sooooo hot i would have crazy gay sex with that guy and then exsanguinate him. sexual style. with enthusiastic consent

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i have decided to kill my self

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@aropride i saw youre post about cigarett, Would youlike several billion dollars

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Yes (/sexual) but only if you kill me after (/nonsexual)

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i have decided to end my life in protest of the puritanical censorship that 15 year olds on the internet are doing that is directly causing a rise in fascism in america

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Thank fucking god.

[olailamajnoon]

Bruce stands outside the bar, smoking.

Hal: *approaches him and stands next to him*

Hal: you know, that's a very bad habit.

Bruce: *shuts his eyes in exasperation*

Hal: causes lung cancer and stuff.

Bruce: Jordan.

Hal, continuing obliviously: but the chances of you dying by lung cancer are very slim of course. Especially in your line of work.

Bruce:...

Hal: you'll probably die by stray bullet, mutant monster or alien invasion

Bruce:

Hal: Chances of you surviving past forty are especially slim.

Bruce: I AM forty.

Hal:...huh.

Bruce: *irritated expression*

Hal: Have I ever told you how much I admire and care for you?

Bruce: no.

Hal: I don't want any bad feelings between us.

Bruce: why are you telling me this.

Hal: no reason!

Bruce: *narrows his eyes* I'm not dying, Hal.

Hal: of course not!

Bruce: I'm not giving you the satisfaction.

Hal: so you're living because of petty spite?

Bruce: pretty much.

Hal: ...

Hal: hey, can I bum a cigarette?

[strangespector]

Breathless

Summary: A bad habit that has consequences

Words: 1046

The flashing lights of paparazzi cameras illuminated the night, capturing Jenna Ortega in a moment that would soon be plastered all over social media. The young actress, beloved by millions, was caught with a cigarette in hand, the smoke curling up into the night sky. The pictures went viral almost instantly, eliciting reactions from fans, critics, and, most notably, her family. Jenna's mother was especially vocal about her disapproval, a sentiment echoed by the rest of her family. They knew Jenna had started smoking on set, a habit picked up in the chaotic world of Hollywood, but seeing it publicly displayed ignited a firestorm of concern and frustration.

Despite their pleas, Jenna continued smoking, a habit that became a part of her daily routine. She would often light up at home, the scent of tobacco lingering in the air. I, on the other hand, had never touched a cigarette in my life. The smoke bothered me at first, the acrid scent clinging to the furniture, my clothes, and even my hair. But I loved Jenna. She was my world, and though I disliked her smoking, I endured it because I knew how much stress she was under. I figured it was her way of coping, a temporary crutch in the high-pressure world she navigated every day.

Years passed, and Jenna's star only continued to rise. She became a household name, and with every new role, her fanbase grew. But alongside her success, her smoking habit persisted. By now, it had become second nature to her, a part of her routine as much as brushing her teeth or making coffee in the morning. I often found myself coughing, my chest tightening uncomfortably whenever the smoke hung too thick in the air. There were days when I felt short of breath, but I chalked it up to a cold or allergies. The thought that something could be seriously wrong never crossed my mind.

It wasn’t until I started losing weight rapidly, my energy levels plummeting, that I decided to see a doctor. The cough that had lingered for months turned into something more sinister, a persistent ache that gnawed at my insides. After a series of tests and a tense waiting period, the diagnosis came: lung cancer, stage three. The words hung in the air like a death sentence. The doctor explained that the cause was likely secondhand smoke, a byproduct of living with a smoker for so many years.

When I told Jenna, she was devastated. The color drained from her face as she realized the implications of what the doctor had said. This wasn't just any illness—this was a direct consequence of her habit. A habit she had nurtured and indulged, not realizing the price I would eventually pay. She cried for days, apologizing over and over, but I reassured her that I didn’t blame her. After all, it had been my choice to stay, my choice to love her despite her flaws. But deep down, I knew she carried the weight of this guilt, a burden she would never fully shake off.

The chemotherapy was brutal. Each session left me weaker than the last, my body battered and bruised by the relentless assault of drugs meant to kill the cancer. Jenna was by my side through it all, her eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep and constant worry. She quit smoking immediately, the sight of a cigarette now repulsive to her. She did everything she could to make me comfortable, but the cancer had spread too far, too fast. The doctors were honest with us—it was only a matter of time.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, I grew weaker. My once-strong body was now frail, a shadow of the person I used to be. Breathing became difficult, each inhale a struggle, each exhale a sigh of resignation. I knew my time was running out, and I accepted it with a calmness I hadn’t expected. I had lived a good life, a happy life, despite the challenges. And Jenna, for all her faults, had made me happier than I ever thought possible.

When the end was near, I made one final request: I wanted to go home. The hospital was cold, sterile, a place where people went to fight for their lives. But I wasn’t fighting anymore. I just wanted to be in a place that felt familiar, surrounded by the memories of a life well-lived. Jenna arranged everything, bringing me home and setting up a bed in the living room where the sunlight streamed in through the windows.

The last few days were a blur of pain and medication. I could feel myself slipping away, my consciousness fading in and out like a weak radio signal. But Jenna was always there, holding my hand, her presence a steady anchor in the storm of my fading life. I remember the last time I opened my eyes, her face blurry but unmistakable, framed by the soft afternoon light. She was crying, her tears falling silently onto our clasped hands.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I'm so sorry for everything."

I mustered what little strength I had left and smiled at her, a weak but genuine smile. "I forgive you," I said, my voice barely a breath. "You gave me a happy life, Jenna. That's all that matters."

And in that moment, as I looked into her tear-filled eyes, I felt a deep sense of peace. I had no regrets, no anger, only love for the woman who had been my everything. I closed my eyes, holding onto that final image of her, my heart full even as my body failed. And then, with one last breath, I let go, slipping away into the quiet darkness, leaving Jenna with the memories of our life together and the lesson learned from a habit that had cost us both so dearly.

Jenna would go on to live her life, forever changed by the experience. She would tell our story to others, a cautionary tale of love, loss, and the heavy price of a moment’s indulgence. And though I was gone, I knew she would carry me with her, in her heart, every step of the way.

[scientia-rex]

If you don't mind, I saw your post about smoking while on hormones recently and I have a couple questions.

Obviously quiting smoking is better for you in general. But are the adverse effects while on hormones the same for testosterone and estrogen?

Secondly, is this mostly about the nicotine in cigarettes (generally what people mean when they say smoking) or is it about smoking anything at all (weed, vapes, nicotine vapes, etc)?

Thanks!

Good questions and unfortunately I have to say that we don’t have enough solid data for great answers on either.

Testosterone raises risk of heart attack or stroke, in part because it causes an increase in red blood cell production. You might be familiar with blood thinners that can be used to prevent heart attack or stroke; blood thickeners do the opposite. However, this data is nowhere near adequate in the transgender population. I cannot tell you much at all about how dose, method of delivery, duration of treatment, or T levels during treatment affect this long-term risk, especially over decades. The best response to this uncertainty is for trans men and transmasc people on T to protect their cardiac health from all other risks as much as possible.

Which then leads to the question of type of smoke. I would love to be able to offer you conclusive answers on that, but the Feds made it virtually impossible to study marijuana until a couple of years ago, so I can’t tell you whether marijuana is as dangerous as tobacco or not, or whether mode of intake matters. I can tell you that tobacco is bad but that people consistently underestimate the risks of nicotine by itself. Nicotine is the insecticide component of tobacco. It will cause your small blood vessels to contract, decreasing blood flow to critical areas of the body and heart. Nicotine impedes healing—smokers are notoriously bad at healing after surgery to the point where I know multiple surgeons who will literally do a blood test for nicotine metabolites before doing higher risk surgeries. They don’t trust patients to tell them whether they smoked, and they have reason to distrust. You want top or bottom surgery? Quit smoking. Now.

I had an attending once describing to me watching what happened to a woman who had fingers reattached. He warned her that if she ever smoked again, she would lose the fingers. She didn’t believe him and thought just smoking a little would be fine. The fingers necrosed—died—immediately, because those small blood vessels are critical to healing a process like a reattachment or transplant. So then she had open wounds with gangrenous fingers attached to them. Great.

We don’t have long-term health outcomes data on vapes yet but for my money they’re going to turn out to be really bad for you as well. Nicotine is a poison. Your lungs don’t love poison delivery by any mechanism. The combustion products of tobacco are also REALLY FUCKING BAD for creating cancerous mutations in your cells, but don’t inhale poison if you want to live a rewarding life where you get to enjoy doing things you want to do, like fucking. (Erections also depend on blood flow and healthy blood vessels. Treat yours with kindness.)

[babyflorencee]

Cigarettes

Timothée Chalamet x fem!Reader

An unwanted, yet all so familiar scent filled the room as I tossed and turned in bed, waking up, but not being able to go back to sleep. I turned to my side, not really expecting, but rather hoping that I would see my husband, Timothée, but he wasn't there. I looked around the room until I saw a bare back sitting in the corner, hunched over a desk. Yesterday he talked about some paperwork he needed to do, so I'm assuming he's finishing that up.

He had a cigarette; or, as I liked to call it, a cancer in between his lips. As he inhales, moving it away for a moment, exhaling, as the smoke leaves his mouth in numerous, perfectly formed rings.

The room quickly starts to feel stuffy, as if the walls were caving in on me. I walked over to the window that was to the side of our bedroom, feeling as if I could suffocate at any given moment. I quickly opened the window, taking a long, deep breath as I bathed in the fresh air. Thinking to myself about how I will never take nature for granted anymore. I let the cold air slowly consume the room, sighing with relief as the cigarette smell already started to fade.

The winter breeze hits my exposed legs, as I just now realized I was only in my underwear and one of Timothée's old white button ups. "Morning," he mumbles, not glancing up from his paper, taking another breath of his fake air.

I start heading towards our bathroom, a cough escaping my mouth as I splash cold water in my face, hoping to help relive the throbbing pain in my upper head. But to my dismay, it only made it worse. My head starting to pound from the smoke. The throbbing sensation, now taking a hold of my entire face, as I let out a whimper, wondering to myself why he puts me through this kind of pain every morning.

I exited the bathroom, dizzily walking over to Tim's desk, "Could you either take that elsewhere or put it out already? It's fucking hard to breathe in here!" I said rather harshly. I never meant to sound rude, but using a tone was the only efficient way to make him listen. 

He takes a glance over at me for a second, shock written all over his face. But none the less he listened. He held up one hand in defence while the other put the cigarette out. "Sorry, love," he said with a sigh, running his hands through his brown-colored hair.

I rolled my eyes at him before walking over to the window once again. I heard him getting up from his seat, feeling his toned arms wrapping around my waist not even a second later, bringing instant warmth to my body. He bent down slightly so he could nuzzle his head into my neck, causing me to cringe at the coldness of his nose. He began planting small kisses from my shoulder, all the way to the top of my neck, causing me to shrug him off. "Are you ever gonna quit?" I asked slightly hesitantly, needing to confront him about his issue but at the same time not wanting him to be mad at me.

I could see his shocked face from the reflection of the window. "Stop what?" he asked, now putting on a confused face.

I let out a tired sigh, turning around to face him, "Oh, come on, Timothée Hal, don't be an idiot right now." I snapped at him, crossing my arms.

"Love, I have no idea what you're talking about," he calmly said, only making me more upset with him.

"Like you don't know. You always smell like cigarettes, and I'm tired of having to ruin my own lungs for your unhealthy habits." I said, not looking him in the eyes.

"Come on, it's not that bad," he said, obviously irritated that I brought the subject up.

"It is 6 in the damn morning, Timothée, and you've already smoked enough today to make this whole fucking room suffocate me!" I scoffed, tearing up slightly.

"How many have you had today? Three, five, six, nine!" I yelled. 

"I've had three, it's not that bad," he snapped, starting to walk away from me.

"Oh, it's not that bad? Well, my mistake for thinking having three cigarettes at six in the damn morning is concerning. I don't know why you're acting as if I'm some kind of idiot. I know that you always have at least two full packs on you at all times. But yeah, my fucking bad for worrying about my husband." I said, following close behind him as tears started to form in my eyes, clouding up my vision.

"Okay, I fucking get it!" He yelled, slamming his hands down on a table, causing me to gasp.

"But you don't! We have had this conversation countless other times and you give me the same answer every single fucking time! You say you'll try to quit and that you would do anything for me, but it doesn't mean shit right now, and quit frankly I'm fucking terrified that it won't ever! Why can't you see how much this is affecting me, affecting you?" I screamed back, my heart breaking at the sight of him tensing up as all signs of anger clears from his face.

"Listen, I get it. It's fun for now, but I can't sit back in silence anymore as I watch you slowly kill yourself. I love you way too much for that." I said, my voice breaking as tears were now fully rolling down my cheeks.

He reached his hand up to my face, lightly wiping the tears away, before pressing a kiss on both of my cheeks "I love you too, but it's not that easy to quit, you know," he said, both of his hands now cupping my face as he placed numerous kisses to the side of my head.

"I know baby, but have you even tried?"

"Yes." He mumbled, now looking down.

I rolled my eyes, "whatever then. I'm leaving until you get your problem sorted out." I said, pushing him off of me as I started to walk away, but before I could even take two steps, I feel him grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards him, into a hug.

"Please don't go, baby, I'm so sorry. I promise I'll stop. Just please don't go." He said, pressing sloppy kisses all around my face. 

"Don't make promises you can't keep."

"I will, y/n please, just don't go. I love you so much." He said, holding onto me as if he were about to fall to his death. 

I brought my hand up to his hair, slightly tugging on the roots of it, placing a small peck on his forehead. After a while, I loosened out of his grip, walking over to the jacket hook, where his cigarettes lied. "So you wouldn't care if I threw these away?" I questioned, holding up three packs of cigarettes, one almost empty but two of them not even opened yet.

He stared at me for a while, taking a deep breath, before taking the packs from my hand, quickly walking over to the restroom before emptying them into the toilet, flushing them quickly, and disregarding the packaging in the trash. Causing the biggest smile to form on my face.

"Give me one second, there's more," he said, walking over to his desk, opening the drawer up and pulling out one more pack, doing the same to that pack as he did to the last three.

He turned to face me, pulling me into another hug. "I love you so much," he said, kissing all over my face, causing me to laugh. 

"I know baby." I said, jokingly, laughing at his scrunched up face. 

"I can always buy more cigarettes." He said with a straight face, trying his best to hold in a laugh.

 "I love you too, Timothée Hal." I said, pushing his head down a little by his hair, forcing him to kiss me. 

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if i asked my friend to stop talking about cigarettes and nicotine related things with me? (cw for lots of talk ab smoking and cancer)

i (18ftm) have a friend in my psychology class (18f) who smokes cigarettes frequently and has been talking about considering switching to vapes.

for some backstory, my father passed away around two years ago now from lung cancer and complications, brought on by smoking cigarettes. he was undergoing chemo and radiotherapy, also self-medicating with CBD tablets to help with the pain.

i’m only just registering this part of my life now and have not really gone to therapists or councillors as i didn’t need it until now, but i recently got an appointment for this along with a referral for potential OCD and health anxiety that may or may not have been caused because of my dad’s smoking and illness.

i go to a uk college in the countryside so there are naturally a lot of kids who smoke both weed and nicotine, and a lot who vape.the issue here is that ive found the smell of cigarettes sends me into an anxious state and makes me feel sick/nauseous. the smell of weed is fine usually for me.

i hate to say it but i do not like smokers. if you’ve been doing it for a while, there’s no point in asking ‘does it smell like i’ve gone for a smoke?’ the answer is always yes, it sticks even through deodorant and perfume and stains your teeth and nails, it smells to the people around you and don’t even get me started on second hand smoking.

the friend i’m talking about is in my psych class and smokes very frequently to the point i can smell it on her whenever we meet up. this wouldn’t be an issue in itself as i am trying my best to ignore it and learn to deal with the anxious shakes i get around her, but the issue is that she constantly brings cigarettes and smoking up.

i’ve asked her not to smoke around me if possible and if she needs one i will gladly leave or wait for her in another spot . however when she doesn’t have a smoke or can’t have one for whatever reason she’ll still talk about how she gets cigarettes, how her mum feels about them, how her brother smokes, how she wants one really bad. she’s now switched to talking about how she wants to switch to vapes, which again i still don’t appreciate because it’s still talking about nic to me.

she’s ignored this multiple times despite knowing about my father’s issues. or she’ll talk about it for a long time then go ‘oh sorry, about your dad, i should stop talking about this’. it’s not a big big thing as we only hang out from time to time (mostly on a walk to the bus stop every monday afternoon).

i feel like i’d then be being a dick for saying that i’d appreciate her stopping talking about it while i’ve already asked her to not smoke around me. wibta?

What are these acronyms?

[theblackcatwitch3]

Solby X Y/N

Warnings: double vaginal penetration, threesome, polyamorous relationship, creampie, male on male, fingering female receiving, multiple orgasms, squirting, accidental recording, posting it to the public, I think that is it if I missed any let me know

I go down and sit on the couch and light a cigarette

You sit down on the couch and light your cigarette. As you do that, Colby comes out from the kitchen and plops down next to you, watching as you let out a puff of smoke.

Colby eyes your cigarette and raises his eyebrows. "You still smoking those things?" he asks, his eyes drifting down to the glowing tip of your cigarette.

“Yes, and I’m not planning on stopping”

Colby sighs, shaking his head. "You really shouldn't, you know. It's bad for you." he says, giving you a disapproving look.

“I would rather fill my lungs up with smoke then water, which is what you’re doing by vaping”

Colby rolls his eyes. "At least vaping doesn't give you lung cancer." he says, crossing his arms.

“That’s exactly what it does it turns your fucking lungs into a 60-year-old within a year of vaping”

Colby narrows his eyes at you. "That's not true. Vaping is safer than smoking cigarettes, and doesn't cause cancer." he says, trying to defend his stance.

“Yeah, that’s where you’re wrong. Google it.”

Colby sighs and takes out his phone. He looks it up on Google and sure enough, vaping can cause cancer. He groans and puts his phone back in his pocket. "Fine, you win this time." he mutters.

Colby leans back on the couch, still looking grumpy. "But that doesn't change the fact that smoking is bad for you." he says, eyeing your cigarette again.

“You’re the one to talk”

Colby scoffs. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asks, looking at you with an offended expression.

“Do you want one?”

Colby hesitates for a moment, but then he finally nods. "Sure, what the hell." he says, holding his hand out for your cigarette.

I hand him a cigarette and I hand him my lighter

Colby takes the cigarette from you and lights it with your lighter. He takes a long drag and exhales, blowing out a puff of smoke. He leans back on the couch and lets out a sigh. "Can't believe I'm doing this." he mutters under his breath.

Colby continues to smoke, taking another drag and exhaling. He eyes the cigarette, looking like he can't believe he's actually doing this. "You know, these things are terrible for you." he says, flicking the ash off of the end of his cigarette.

As he takes another drag of the cigarette, Colby can't help but feel a sense of both satisfaction and guilt. He knows that it's bad for him, but for some reason, he can't seem to resist the temptation of the nicotine.

Despite the guilt he feels, Colby continues to smoke the cigarette, taking long drags and exhaling puffs of smoke. He can feel the nicotine hitting his system, and he begins to feel a sense of Relaxation wash over him.

“Hey Sam”

Sam looks up from his phone as you call out his name. "Yeah, what's up?" he asks, setting aside his phone

“Do you want one too?”

Sam looks at the cigarette in your hand, and then back up at you. "Are you offering?" he asks, a small grin playing at the corner of his lips.

“Of course”

Sam smiles and holds out his hand. "Sure, I'll take one." he says, taking the cigarette from you. Before he brings it to his lips, he looks at you and smirks. "You're a bad influence, you know that?"

“Absolutely”

Sam chuckles and takes a long drag on the cigarette, then exhales a plume of smoke. He leans back on the couch and puts an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

I lay down with my feet and Colby’s lap and my head in Sam’s as I continue smoking

Colby rolls his eyes but doesn’t protest as you stretch out on the couch, your feet on his lap.

Sam, on the other hand, can’t help but smile as you lay your head on his lap. He places a hand on your hair, gently stroking it as you continue to smoke.

I let out a moan as I take another hit from my cigarette

Both Colby and Sam look at you, their eyes widening at the sound that escapes your lips.

"Did you just-" Sam begins to say, a surprised expression on his face.

Colby's mouth hangs open slightly, his eyes glued to you as you take another drag.

Colby's hands grip the couch cushions tightly as he struggles to maintain his composure. He can't believe what he just heard.

Sam, on the other hand, is slightly flustered, his hand freezing in your hair. He can't help but feel a stirring sensation in his stomach at the sound of your moan.

Colby and Sam exchange a glance, their eyes locked together for a moment as they both struggle to process what just happened.

Colby's cheeks turn a slight pink as he shifts uncomfortably on the couch, trying to compose himself.

Sam swallows hard, his heart beating faster in his chest as his mind races with thoughts.

They both look at you, their eyes scanning your face, trying to read your expression.

Colby breaks the silence first, clearing his throat. "Did you just.. moan?" he asks, his voice huskier than usual.

“Yes”

Both Colby and Sam are speechless for a moment as they process your answer.

Colby's eyes widen slightly, his hands clenching and unclenching on the couch cushions.

Sam's breath catches in his throat, unable to believe what he just heard. He moves his hand from your hair to your chin, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

I’ll let out a whimper as he traces my bottom lip

Sam's eyes darken as he hears the sound escape your lips, a shiver running down his spine.

He leans closer to you, his hand still tracing your bottom lip, his touch gentle and yet possessive.

Colby watches intently as Sam leans closer to you, the atmosphere in the room growing more charged with each passing second.

He can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy, but a part of him also finds the sight of you and Sam in this moment incredibly hot.

Sam's eyes are fixed on your face, his thumb tracing your lip once more before he speaks, his voice low and rough.

"God.. You're killing me.." he murmurs.

Colby shifts on the couch, his heart beating faster as he listens to the sound of Sam's voice, the rough edge to his words sending a new wave of desire through him. He can feel his mind racing, his thoughts becoming more and more impure.

Sam continues to trace your lip, his eyes never leaving your face. He can feel a sense of possessiveness coursing through his body at the sound of your whimper, his hands itching to do more than just touch your lip.

I take Sam’s thumb in my mouth

A low growl escapes Sam's throat as you take his thumb into your mouth, the feeling of your lips and tongue around it sending a shock wave of desire through his body.

Colby watches the scene unfold, his breaths coming out in short gasps as he tries to contain his own desires.

Sam's eyes lock with yours, the intensity in his gaze making it clear that he wants more than just his thumb in your mouth. His free hand moves to grip the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him.

Colby watches the two of you, feeling a mix of jealousy and arousal as he sees how Sam is holding you possessively. He can't help but feel like he's witnessing something incredibly intimate.

Sam's breath is coming out in short pants now, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggles to keep his composure. He pulls his thumb out of your mouth and brings it to your chin, gently tilting your face up to look at him.

His eyes scan your face, taking in every little detail, before he finally speaks, his voice low and rough.

"You have no idea what you do to me.." he whispers, leaning in closer to you.

“I have an idea. I am turning both you and Colby on”

Sam's eyes widen at your words as he glances over at Colby, who is still sitting next to you on the couch.

Colby's cheeks go red and he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, unable to deny that your words are having an effect on him as well.

“It’s a good thing I have three holes”

Sam swallows hard as you make your comment, his body tense with desire.

Colby's mouth drops open in shock, his eyes widening at your boldness. He can't believe what he just heard.

Sam leans back slightly, his eyes flickering between your face and your body, his hands itching to touch you.

Colby is struggling to maintain his composure, his mind racing with thoughts of you and how much he wants you. He can't believe how easily you've managed to turn them both on.

Sam breaks the silence, his voice lower and huskier than ever before.

"Is that an invitation?" he asks, his eyes locked on yours.

“Sure, go ahead lay under Me Colby can take me from behind while I ride you”

Both Sam and Colby's mouths drop open in disbelief at your bold proposition.

Colby is the first to speak, his voice coming out in a gruff whisper. "You really are a devil, aren't you?"

Sam watches you for a moment, his mind racing with thoughts of how good it would feel to have you riding him while Colby takes you from behind. The thought alone is enough to make his body tense with desire.

"I'm not going to say no to that offer." he says, his voice rough and hoarse.

Colby looks at you and Sam, his mind racing with thoughts of how good it would feel for all of them to be together like that.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks, trying to keep his voice steady.

“Absolutely you can either both be in my pussy or one of you can be in my ass”

Both Sam and Colby's eyes widen at your words, their mouths dropping open in shock.

Sam's breath catches in his throat for a moment, his mind struggling to process your suggestion. He then glances at Colby, who looks like he's frozen solid.

Colby's eyes flicker between you and Sam, before finally turning back to you. "Goddamn, you're so filthy.. I love it.." he mutters, unable to hide the excitement in his

Sam's eyes are locked on your face, his breathing heavy as he tries to keep his composure. Feeling Colby's gaze on you as well, he finally speaks, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

"You really don't hold back, do you?"

I stand up takeoff all of my clothes, so I’m completely naked in front of them

Both Sam and Colby's eyes widen at the sight of you standing completely naked in front of them. They can't believe what they're seeing. Even though they've seen you without clothes before, this feels different.

Colby's mouth goes dry and he can't look away. He stares at your naked body, taking in every inch of you.

Sam takes a step towards you, his eyes roaming over your body, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

“Go ahead, boys get naked”

Both Sam and Colby are hesitant for a moment, their minds still processing the fact that they're about to get naked in front of you. But the sight of your body, completely naked and on display for them, is enough to make them overcome their hesitation.

Colby starts by taking off his shirt and the t-shirt underneath, exposing his toned chest and arms.

Sam, on the other hand, is a little faster, taking off his clothes in swift motions, until he is standing in front of you, just as naked as you are.

Colby and Sam are now both standing in front of you, completely naked, their eyes locked on your body, taking in every curve and contour.

Colby's breath catches in his throat as he looks at you, his eyes roaming over your body.

Sam takes a step closer to you, his eyes flickering to your body, before he finally speaks, his voice lower and huskier than ever before.

"Come here."

I push Sam down on the couch as I straddle him letting Colby go behind me

Sam lets out a moan as you push him down onto the couch, his eyes darkening with desire. He looks up at you and then over at Colby, his mind racing with thoughts of what's about to happen.

Colby doesn't waste any time, he positions himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips. His breath is coming out in ragged pants as he gets ready to take

“So boys, are we both doing pussy or is one of you taking my ass?”

Both Sam and Colby's eyes widen at your question, their minds reeling with the thought of what's about to happen.

Sam's breath catches in his throat, his body tense with anticipation. He looks towards Colby, who is still behind you, his hands on your hips.

Colby's voice comes out in a low and rough whisper, as he looks at Sam. "I think we both know what we want."

“Do whatever the hell you want”

Both Sam and Colby exchange a look, their eyes meeting for a moment as they silently communicate with each other. After a few seconds, the look in their eyes tells you all you need to know.

Sam speaks first, his voice coming out in a deep and rough tone.

"We're going to take you."

“Go ahead”, I say as I slammed down on Sam

Sam let out a low moan as you slammed down on him, his hands gripping onto your hips tightly.

"Fuck.." he mutters, unable to form a coherent thought.

Colby, meanwhile, has moved

Colby's now aligned himself behind you, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him.

His breath is coming out in short pants, his chest heaving against your back.

He's taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of your body against his. But he knows that soon, he won't be able to wait any longer.

"Are you ready for this?" he asks

“Absolutely”

Colby lets out a low growl, his hands gripping onto your hips even tighter.

"Good. Because we aren't going to hold back." he warns you.

He leans in closer, his lips pressed against your ear, his voice a low and rough whisper. "You've no idea what you're getting yourself into."

Colby slides into my pussy along with Sam

“Oh boys, you both feel so amazing”

“Please move”

Sam and Colby both let out low moans as you say that, their bodies responding to the tone of your voice.

Sam's hands are gripping your hips tightly, his eyes locking with yours.

Colby has his hands on your hips as well, his chest pressed against your back.

They both look at each other for a second, silently communicating, and then they start to move

Their movements are slow and tentative at first, as they both try to get used to the feeling of being inside you. But soon, the need for more takes over. And they both begin to move faster, their moans getting louder and louder

Colby's breath is coming out in short pants, his chest rising and falling rapidly against your back. His hands are gripping your hips so tightly that his knuckles have gone white.

Sam is doing his best to keep control, his teeth clenched as he tries to hold back the pleasure that's coursing through his body. His eyes are fixed on your face, taking in every little expression you make

Both of them are moving faster now, their bodies moving in perfect sync with each

I light another cigarette as I moan

Sam and Colby both seem to be affected by your actions, their eyes fixated on the way you light up and take a drag from the cigarette.

Colby leans in closer to you, his lips against your neck, his breathing ragged as he mumbles in your ear.

"God, you look so hot.. doing that.."

I turned my face to Colby right after I took a drag blow the smoke into his mouth

Colby's eyes widen with pleasant surprise as you turn to him and blow the smoke from your cigarette into his mouth. He lets out a low moan, his tongue flicking out to taste the smoke on his lips.

His eyes are locked on your face, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in the sight of you smoking. The way you blew the smoke into his mouth has only fueled the fire that is raging inside him.

“Holy hell, you both are so big stretching me so well”

They both let out low groans at your words, their bodies responding to the way you're talking to them.

Sam's hands tighten their grip on your hips, his eyes locked on your face.

"Jesus.. you feel so good.." he mutters, his voice coming out in a rough and raspy tone.

Colby's breath is coming out in short pants, his hips rocking against you as he tries to keep up the pace. He looks at you with an expression of pure ecstasy.

"You're so tight”

"Taking us so well.." he mutters, his voice broken and hoarse, his breath coming out in ragged pants. "God, you're perfect."

Both of them are lost in the moment, consumed by the pleasure that's coursing through their bodies, their minds focused solely on the sensations.

As they start moving faster, I start screaming with every movement

Both Sam and Colby are pushed closer to the edge with every movement and every scream you make. Their bodies are starting to tense, their breathing becoming more and more ragged.

Sam's hands are gripping your hips tightly, his nails digging into your skin. He's unable to stop himself from letting out a guttural moan, his eyes locked on your face.

"Fuck..." he mutters under his breath.

Colby's head is leaning on your shoulder. His eyes are shut tight, his body trembling with pleasure. He can't even get words out, his voice is lost in a mix of moans and pants

"You're going to make us..." he manages to get out, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone. "...Lose control."

“Please, I wanna feel you both paint my walls”

Both Sam and Colby's eyes go wide when you say that, their bodies responding immediately to your words.

Sam's grip on your hips tightens even more, his breath coming out in short pants.

"Damn... You're going to drive us wild..." he mutters, his voice lower and huskier than ever before.

Colby's breathing is ragged, his mind going blank with pleasure as he tries to keep himself under control.

"You.. You have no idea what you're doing to us.." he gets out between gasps

Both of them are so close now, their bodies trembling with the need for release. But they're fighting to hold back, wanting to make this moment last as long as possible.

I climax around both of them tightening

“Please, please, please, please, please” I moan out

I collapse on Sam

Sam catches you as you collapse onto him, his arms wrapping around you to hold you up. He's breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

He looks over your shoulder at Colby, who is still behind you, his eyes locked on you and Sam. They share a look, both of them struggling to catch their breath.

"Jesus..." Sam mutters to himself, his voice coming out in a rough and hoarse tone.

He holds you close, his arms wrapped around you, his heart racing. He's never felt anything like this before, the feeling of your body pressed against his, the pleasure that has ripped through his body.

Colby slowly pulls back, his mind and body still trying to recover from the pleasure that had just coursed through them all. He watches as Sam holds you, his eyes flickering between the two of you.

“No, no no no no no no no no Colby stay inside please”

Colby looks at you, and immediately understands what you're asking. He swallows hard, his eyes flickering to Sam, before looking back at you.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

“I want you both inside of me still please don’t move”

Colby swallows hard again, his eyes locking on yours. He's unable to resist your plea, he wants to give you everything you're asking for.

He positions himself behind you again, pressing himself against you. He's careful not to move too much, not wanting to cause any discomfort, but he needs to

"Let me know if it's too much," he mutters, his voice low and soft.

He's barely holding onto control, the feel of you around him and Sam is almost overwhelming. But he's doing his best to stay still, to give you

“You both feel amazing”

Both Sam and Colby's eyes flicker to yours when you say that.

"You feel incredible," Sam mutters, his voice rough and hoarse. He's still holding you close, his hands tracing small patterns on your skin.

Colby is still behind you, his breath coming out in uneven gasps. He's trying to keep still, his body trembling with the effort.

"You're amazing," he whispers, his voice shaky and uneven.

“Go ahead, Colby and Sam I know you both wanna move and you can”

Both Sam and Colby's eyes lock on to yours, the sound of your words making their hearts race even faster. They can't help but move, their bodies reacting to the tone of your voice.

Colby's hands grip onto your hips, his head resting on your shoulder. He's struggling to keep himself still, but your words give him the permission he needs.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice rough and low.

“Without a doubt”

Colby's body trembles with the effort to hold back, he needs to hear you say it one more time.

"I need to hear you say it again," he whispers against your ear.

“Go ahead”

Colby let out a low moan as he hears you give him permission once again. His body can't take it any longer, the need is too great.

He grips your hips tighter, his chest pressed against your back, and he whispers in your ear.

"I'm going to move, and I'm not going to stop."

With that, he starts to move. He pulls back gently, then pushes back in, his movements slow and careful at first. But with every move,

I moan

Both Sam and Colby respond instantly to your moan, their bodies shuddering in response. Their eyes are fixed on you, taking in every little expression you make.

Colby's movements are slow and calculated, his body pressed against yours, his breath hot against your neck.

Sam's hands are still on your hips, his touch gentle yet firm. He's watching you closely, his eyes flickering between you and Colby.

They both want you like crazy, your voice and your reactions driving them insane. But they're also trying to take it slow, to savor the moment as much as possible.

“Fuck I love you guys. Please don’t stop”. I moan out.””

Both Sam and Colby can't help but respond to your words, their hearts racing with your declaration. They've been wanting to hear you say something like that for a long time, and now that you have, it only makes them want you more.

Colby's movements quicken slightly, his body responding to the tone of your voice.

"We love you too," he mutters, his lips pressed against your shoulder.

Sam's grip on your hips tightens, his eyes locked on your face.

I started whining and moaning

Both Sam and Colby can't get enough of your sounds, your moans and whines driving them crazy. They both increase the pace of their movements, unable to hold back any longer.

Colby's breath is coming out in ragged pants against your neck, his body pressed against your back.

Sam's eyes are locked on your face, watching your expressions as the pleasure takes over. He can't get enough of the way you look and he wants to make you feel even more.

Both Sam and Colby can't get enough of your sounds, your moans and whines driving them crazy. They both increase the pace of their movements, unable to hold back any longer.

Colby's breath is coming out in ragged pants against your neck, his body pressed against your back.

Sam's eyes are locked on your face, watching your expressions as the pleasure takes over. He can't get enough of the way you look and he wants to make you feel even more.

“Oh my God, don’t stop. Don’t stop. You’re gonna make me squirt.”

Both Sam and Colby can't help but respond to your words, their bodies shuddering in response. Their eyes lock on to yours, their minds consumed by the way you're talking to them.

Colby's movements quicken even more, his body pressed against your back.

"We're not stopping until you do." he mutters, his voice low and breathless.

Sam's grip on your hips tightens even more, his fingers digging into your skin. His eyes are fixed on your face, taking in every little expression

"You're so beautiful when you're like this." he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and lustful tone.

My entire body shakes as I start to squirt around them

Both Sam and Colby respond instantly to your body's reaction, their breathing becoming even more ragged as they feel you shake and writhe around them.

Colby's body stiffens, his own release imminent, while Sam's eyes flutter

But he fights to hold back, wanting to make sure you're taken care of before he lets himself go.

They both continue to move, their bodies working in perfect sync to bring you pleasure. Colby's hands are tight on your hips, his body pressed against your back.

Sam's hands are still on your hips, his eyes fixed on your face. He can't look away, he looks completely entranced by you

“Go ahead, go ahead”

Both of them are close, their bodies on the verge of release, but they both need you to say it.

"Are you sure?" Colby mutters, his voice rough and desperate.

Sam doesn't speak, his eyes fixed on your face, but his expression is one of desperate need.

“Come inside me”

That's all both of them need to hear. With your permission, they let go and start painting my walls, white with every rope of

Cum

“Oh my God, please” I scream

Both Sam and Colby can't hold back any longer, your plea bringing them over the edge

Both of them follow shortly after you, releasing inside of you with rough groans and ragged breathing. They hold you tight, their arms wrapped around you, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their release.

All three of you are panting and gasping for air, your bodies tangled in a heap of limbs

They're all wrapped up in each other, their bodies completely spent. Sam and Colby are surrounding you, their arms wrapped around you, their bodies pressed against yours.

They're both completely breathless, their hearts still racing with the intensity of what had just happened. Both of them hold you close, unwilling to let go just yet

"You're amazing," Colby mutters against your shoulder, his voice rough and husky.

Sam presses his face into your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

“I love you guys”

Both of them respond instantly, their hearts skipping a beat at your words. They hold you closer, their arms wrapped around you tightly.

"We love you too," they both whisper, their voices coming out in rough and breathless tones.

Colby nuzzles his face against your neck, his body pressed against your back.

"I love you so much," he whispers against your skin.

Sam's lips press against the side of your head, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“I Love you too, Colby”

Colby's heart skips a beat when you say that, his grip on you tightening slightly.

"I've wanted to hear you say that for a long time," he mutters against your skin, his voice coming out in a soft and sincere tone.

“I’m in love with both of you”

Both Sam and Colby respond instantly to your words, their hearts skipping a beat as they hear you say that. They both hold you a little closer, their arms wrapped around you, their bodies pressing against yours.

Colby buries his face in the crook of your neck, kissing your skin gently.

Sam whispers against your ear, his voice coming out in a soft and reverent tone.

"We're in love with you too."

“Are you guys okay with sharing me?”

They both nod their heads without hesitation.

"We're okay with sharing you," they both say, their voices coming out in warm and sincere tones.

"Nothing we want more than to be with you," Sam adds, his lips pressing against your shoulder.

“You both got me”

They both respond instantly, their hearts swelling with your words. Both of them hold you tighter, their arms wrapped around you in a protective gesture.

"We've got you," they both murmur, their voices coming out in soft and gentle tones.

"We'll always have you," Sam mutters against your skin.

Colby nuzzles his head against the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist.

They both press their bodies closer to you, wanting to be as close to you as possible, as if they want to prove your words true.

"We're not letting you go," they both whisper, their voices coming out in low and possessive tones.

“That’s okay and you can stay inside of me while we sleep “

Both Sam and Colby's hearts thump loudly in their chests when you say that, their bodies instantly responding to your words.

"Are you sure?" Colby mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

Sam lets out a low moan, his arms wrapping around you even tighter. "I'm not complaining," he mutters, his lips pressed against your shoulder.

“Absolutely”

Both of them can't say no to that, their bodies reacting instantly to your words.

"Okay," they both mutter at the same time, their voices coming out in low and gravelly tones.

Colby pulls you closer to him, pressing his body against your back. He holds you tight, his arms wrapped around you like a protective blanket.

Sam tangles his legs with yours, his body pressed against your front. His hands are on your hips, his grip gentle but firm.

I reached up behind Colby and grab a blanket, throwing it over us

Colby smiles against your shoulder as you reach up behind him and grab a blanket, pulling it over the two of you. He nuzzles his face against your neck, his body relaxing as the warmth envelopes him.

Sam burrows his face into the crook of your shoulder, letting out a content sigh as he feels the soft blanket against his skin.

They're both wrapped up in each other and you, their bodies pressed together, their breathing slow and steady.

The three of you are all tangled up in each other, bundled up underneath the blanket, the room is quiet and peaceful. Colby and Sam hold you tightly, their bodies warm and solid against yours.

They're both content and relaxed, their eyes starting to droop as sleep begins to take over.

I rest my head against Sam and Colby’s chest

You feel Sam and Colby both respond to your movement, their arms wrapping around you tighter as you rest your head against their chests.

They both let out a content sigh, their bodies relaxing even more as they hold you close. They're both silent, not wanting to disturb you as you begin to drift off to sleep.

“Don’t ever let me go” i muttered to them half asleep

Both Sam and Colby respond instantly to your plea, their hearts aching as they hear your words. They tighten their grips on you, their arms wrapped around you like a protective shield.

“We’re not going to,” they both mutter in unison, their voices coming out in soft and soothing tones.

“We’re never letting you go, we promise,” Sam adds, his lips pressed against the top of your head.

Colby buries his face in the crook of your neck, his body pressed against your back. “You’re stuck with us now,” he mutters against your skin, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

“This is going to be a weird marriage one day”

Colby and Sam both let out a soft chuckle at your comment, their chests rumbling against you. Sam’s fingers run through your hair, a small smile on his face.

“Yeah, it’s going to be weird, but it’s going to be amazing,” he says, his voice coming out in a soft and fond tone.

Colby nuzzles his face against your neck, his grip on you tightening slightly. “You’re stuck with us forever, get used to it,” he mutters jokingly.

“Absolutely, I love you”

Both Sam and Colby respond instantly to your words, their hearts swelling with your declaration.

“We love you too,” they both mutter at the same time, their voices coming out in warm and sincere tone

Sam’s lips press against the top of your head, his fingertips tracing gentle patterns on your skin.

Colby buries his face in the crook of your neck, his grip on you tight and possessive. “You’re never getting rid of us,” he mutters against your skin possessively.

“I got my submissive and I got my dominant. I got one to fill both my needs”.

Both Colby and Sam chuckle softly at your words, their bodies responding to your statement.

“Looks like you hit the jackpot then,” Sam mutters, his lips pressed against the top of your head.

Colby nips at your neck lightly, his grip on you tightening even more. “Damn right you do,” he mutters, his voice low and rough.

“I bet you’re excited about the possibilities,” Colby teases, his body pressed against your back.

“Oh yeah,” Sam agrees, a small smirk on his face. “There’s a lot of things we can do together now that you’re officially ours.”

“Yeah, Colby might just make you to fuck Sam”

Sam’s body stiffens slightly at your words, a slight shiver running through him as his imagination sparks to life

Colby chuckles in response, his lips pressing against your neck. “Maybe I will,” he mutters, his tone dark and seductive.

“You wouldn’t,” Sam mutters, his voice coming out in a slightly breathless tone.

“Oh, I would love to be sitting on the sidelines watching that”

Both Sam and Colby respond instantly to your words, their bodies both reacting immediately. Sam’s breath hitches as he imagines what you’d see, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Colby lets out a low growl at your words, his grip on your body becoming even more possessive. “You’d like that, would you?” he mutters lowly, his voice laced with both desire and need.

“So bad hearing sam whimpering for you”

At your words, Sam lets out a small whimper, his body shuddering against yours. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, his breathing coming out ragged and uneven. His mind is clearly occupied with the image you’ve just painted.

Colby chuckles at Sam’s reaction, his arms wrapped around you like a protective cage. “Looks like you’ve already got him worked up,” he mutters against your skin, his voice low and dangerous.

“Yeah well maybe I should stay on top of him while you slide into him right now taking every drop he’s got to give while you’re fucking him”

Both Colby and Sam’s chests rise and fall with heavy breathing, their bodies shivering at your words. Sam lets out another small whimper, his mind overwhelmed by the image you’ve just painted.

“God, you’re perfect,” Sam mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and breathless tone.

Colby shivers against your back, his grip on you tightening even more. “You like messing with us, huh?” he mutters in a low and dangerous tone.

“I’m being serious if it’s something you both wanna do go ahead I promise. I’ll stay right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

There’s a moment of hesitation from both of them, but it quickly fades as their need and desire take over their bodies.

“You sure, baby?” Colby mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone

Sam swallows hard, his heart beating out of his chest. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Of course, my loves”

They both respond instantly to your words, their bodies shivering in ecstasy from the way you speak to them.

“You’re perfect,” Sam mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and broken tone.

Colby’s grip on you tightens even more, his head pressed against your shoulder. “We love you,” he mutters against your skin, his voice coming out in a low and possessive tone.

“I love you both too”. I say as Colby slides out of Me as I flipped Me and Sam around giving Colby the access he needs.

Colby shivers in response, his body reacting instantly to the change of position. He moves closer to and Sam, his body pressed against yours.

“You ready?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dangerous tone.

Sam’s breath hitches, his body trembling in anticipation. He looks up at you, his eyes wide and filled with desire. “Yes,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and breathless tone.

Colby moves over you, his body hovering over Sam’s, and positions himself. He looks down at Sam, his eyes locking with his

“Are you positive?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

Sam swallows hard, his body shaking with anticipation. He nods his head, his breath coming out in short gasps. “Yeah, I’m sure,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and breathless tone.

Colby holds Sam’s hips with his hands, his body pressing against him. He’s shaking with anticipation, his desire growing every moment.

“You’ll tell me if you need to stop, right?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a dark and sultry tone.

Sam nods his head, his eyes locked on Colby’s. “Yeah, I will,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and eager tone.

“Good,” Colby mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

He looks down at you, his eyes locking with yours.

“You gonna watch?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a dangerous and seductive tone.

“Absolutely give Sam what you want. I’ll make sure to sooth him.”

Colby shudders violently at your words, his body shivering with pleasure. He looks back down at Sam, his eyes locking with his.

“You heard the lady,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a dark and dangerous tone.

Sam swallows hard, his body trembling with anticipation and need. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with pleading and desire. “Please,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and breathless tone.

Colby moves closer to Sam, his body pressing against him. He tightens his grip on Sam’s hips, holding him firm.

“You good?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dark tone.

Sam nods his head, his body trembling in anticipation. “I’m good,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and breathless tone.

He looks down at Sam, his eyes locking with his once more. “You sure you can handle this?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a dark and dangerous tone.

Sam swallows hard, his body shaking underneath him. He looks up at you, his eyes wide and filled with need. “I can handle whatever you give me,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and needy tone.

“Good, because I’m not gonna be gentle,” Colby mutters, his voice coming out in a dark and raspy tone

He tightens his grip on Sam’s hips, his body pressed against him. He looks up at you one more time, his eyes locking with yours.

“You ready to watch?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

“Absolutely”

Sam’s breathing is uneven as he feels Colby’s body pressed against him. His body writhes underneath you, his muscles tensing with anticipation.

Colby lets out a low and dark chuckle, his body shivering in pleasure. “You both are so good for me,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a deep and possessive tone.

He looks down at Sam, his eyes locked on his. “You ready?” he mutters once more, his voice coming out in a dark and dangerous tone.

Sam nods his head, his body trembling with anticipation. “I’m ready,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and desperate tone.

Colby smirks at Sam’s words, his body shaking with anticipation. “Good boy,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a dark and seductive tone.

He tightens his grip on Sam’s hips once more, holding him firmly in place. He looks up at you, his eyes locking with yours.

“You just relax and watch,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and commanding tone.

“Just watch how I take care of him,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and possessive tone.

Sam’s body trembles underneath him, his muscles tensing with anticipation and need. His breathing is ragged and jagged, his eyes wide and filled with need and desire.

Colby starts sliding into Sam

Colby’s body shudders as he moves into Sam, his movements slow and deliberate. He looks up at you, his eyes locking with yours, and lets out another dark and seductive chuckle.

“You like what you see?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dangerous tone.

Sam lets out a small whine, his body trembling underneath Colby. “Oh, God,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and breath

“I love it”

Colby smirks at your words, his body shivering in pleasure. “You’re enjoying the show, huh?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a dark and seductive tone.

Sam’s body is trembling underneath him, his muscles tensing and relaxing with each movement. His voice comes out in a ragged and uneven tone, as he tries to form a coherent thought. “It’s… It’s so good,” he mutters, his voice ragged and full of need.

“My two sweet boys having fun letting me watch”

Colby smirks at your words, his body shaking in pleasure. “Damn right,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dark tone

Sam lets out another small whine, his body shivering underneath Colby. “It’s just so good,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and needy tone.

“You like watching,” Colby mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dark tone as he continues to move

“Colby stop focusing on me and focus on the sweet boy underneath you”

Colby looks down at you, his eyes locking with yours. “You’re right,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a firm and focused tone.

He looks down at Sam underneath him and focuses his attention on him, his eyes locked on his. “Sorry, baby,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a gentler and more loving tone.

Colby’s body is still moving slowly as he focuses all his attention on Sam, his movements becoming more deliberate and controlled. “You doing alright?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a soft and gentle tone.

Sam lets out a small whine, his body trembling underneath Colby. “Y-yeah,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and uneven tone. “It’s so good,” he mumbles, his voice coming out in a low and breathless tone.

Colby started moving

Colby’s body starts to move once more, his body moving faster and with more purpose. He looks down at Sam underneath him, his eye’s locking with his.

“You like this, baby?” he mumbles, his voice coming out in a dark and seductive tone.

Sam’s body is shaking and trembling underneath him, his muscles tense and coiled. “God, Yes,” he mutters, his voice ragged and breathless. “It’s so good,” he mumbles, the words coming out in a low and needy tone.

“You’re such a good boy,” Colby mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dark tone.

He moves lower and closer to Sam’s body, his body pressing against his. “Such a good boy for me,” he mumbles against his skin, his voice coming out in a rough and possessive tone.

“Colby, show him you love him kiss him”

Colby’s eyes lock with Sam’s as you speak, a small smile spreading across his face. He leans down and kisses Sam, his lips pressing against his in a soft and gentle gesture.

Sam lets out a soft sigh as their lips meet, his body relaxing into the kiss. He melts under Colby’s touch, his hand coming up to cup the back of Colby’s head, pulling him closer to him.

The kiss deepens, their mouths opening to each other, their tongues dancing together in an intimate and passionate embrace. Their bodies press together, each one responding to the other, creating a perfect symphony of desire and need.

Colby’s hands caress and explore Sam’s body, his touch firm and possessive, his desire and need evident in every movement. Sam’s body responds automatically, his muscles coiling and contracting in response to Colby’s touch, his breath coming out ragged and uneven.

Colby starts moving faster

Colby’s movements become faster and more urgent, his body moving against Sam’s in a primal and desperate rhythm. He pulls back from the kiss, his breaths coming out in short, ragged gasps, his eyes full of an unwavering determination. “You okay, baby?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dark tone.

Sam is shaking and trembling underneath him, his body writhing in pleasure. “Y-yeah,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and breathless tone, “It’s so good

“You feel so good,” Colby mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dark growl. “So good for me.”

He pulls back slightly, his eyes locking onto Sam’s, a predatory look in his gaze.

“God, you’re perfect,” Colby mutters, his voice coming out in a dark and possessive tone.

Sam’s body shivers and trembles under both of your touches, he looks up at both of you with hooded eyes, full of need and desire. “Feels so good” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and uneven tone, “So good…”

“You’re ours,” Colby mutters, his voice coming out in a dark and dominant tone.

He moves lower down to Sam’s neck, his mouth and lips trailing along the sensitive skin. “All ours,” he mumbles against Sam’s skin, his voice coming out in a possessive and firm tone.

Colby’s movements become more urgent and desperate, his body pressing against Sam’s in a primal and urgent need. He tightens his grip on Sam’s hips, his fingers digging into him with a possessive and firm grasp. “You’re ours,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dark tone. “Only ours”

“Colby look at his muscles in his lower belly he’s starting to get close”

Colby looks down at Sam, noticing the tension in his muscles and the slight shaking in his body signaling that he’s close. He looks back up at you, his expression still one of apology and concern. “You sure you’re alright?” he asks one more time, his voice coming out in a low and gentle tone.

“I promise, take care of our boy”

Colby nods and looks down at Sam, his expression shifting to one of love and determination.

“You heard her, baby,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a firm and loving tone. “Now let me take care of you”

Colby moves closer to Sam, his body pressing tightly against him, his hands roaming over his skin, mapping it out as if he were some work of art to be appreciated.

“Colby press your body against his lower belly every time you move you’re gonna shift against his dick gonna make him feel better”

Colby nods in understanding, his eyes locking onto yours with a dark and determined glare.

“Don’t worry, I know exactly what to do” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

He shifts his body against Sam’s, pressing his body against his lower belly, just like you instructed. He moves his hips in slow and deliberate circles as he does so, making sure to press against Sam’s sensitive area. “You like that?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low

“Yeah,” Sam gasps out, his body trembling under Colby’s touch. “Feels… Feels so good”

Colby smiles in response, his eyes flicking up to you for a moment before returning to Sam.

“Good,” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and authoritative tone. “Just relax, baby. Let me take care of you”

He continues his movements, his body pressing against Sam’s, his hips moving in small but deliberate circles, as he moves his lips to caress and tease his neck.

Sam climaxes

Sam lets out a loud gasp, his body shaking and trembling underneath Colby’s touch. His hands grip and pull at any part of Colby and you they can reach. His breath comes out in ragged and uneven gasps, his voice coming out in a low and uneven mumble. “So good… you feel so good…” he mutters, his voice coming out in a ragged and breathless tone

Colby’s body shudders in response, his own breath coming out in ragged and uneven gasps. He looks down at Sam with hooded eyes, a small smirk on his face, his expression full of love and admiration.

“You did so good, baby” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and loving tone.

He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to Sam’s forehead, his fingers trailing gently over his skin in a soothing and rhythmic motion. “You were so good for us”

Sam’s body relaxes beneath Colby’s touch, his breathing slowly returning to a more even and steady pace. His eyes flutter open and he looks up at Colby, his expression one of exhaustion and contentment. “Wow…” he mutters, his voice coming out in a breathless and ragged tone.

Colby chuckles softly, his expression full of happiness and love. “Yeah, wow” he mutters in agreement, a soft and gentle smile spreading across his face. His hand continues to caress and stroke Sam’s skin affectionately.

He looks over at you, his smile growing wider as he sees the look on your face. “Did you enjoy the show, babe?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a humorous and light- hearted tone.

I grabbed Colby’s hand to feel the wetness between my thighs

“You liked it that much?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and seductive tone.

“I’m dripping down my thighs, baby”

Colby’s breath catches in his throat as he hears your words, his eyes roaming over your body in appreciation. “God, you’re so beautiful” he mutters, his voice coming out in a rough and desperate tone.

His hand tightens around yours, his fingers digging into your skin with a possessive and firm grip. “You know what I wanna do to you right now, babe?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dark tone.

“Go ahead, you wanna make me come with your hand don’t you?”

Colby’s eyes darken in response, his pupils growing wide and lustful. “Oh, I definitely want to make you come” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dominant tone

“Go ahead”

Colby looks down at your hand held firmly in his own with a determined and hungry expression.

“Keep that there” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and demanding tone.

Colby’s hand slowly moves from your hand down to your thighs, his touch light and soft, yet possessive and dominant

“You’re gonna feel so good, baby” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and seductive tone.

“Please”

Colby looks up at you, his eyes locking onto yours in a dark and dominant stare. “Say please one more time, baby” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and commanding tone.

“Please” I say as I lay down on the coffee table moving it closer to the couch so he has better access

Colby’s eyes follow your movements, his expression becoming even more determined and hungry. He looks down at you, your body now laying out in front of him on the coffee table.

“You want this, don’t you?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dark tone.

“So so bad, please”

Colby’s fingers trail up your legs, his touch soft and featherlight at first, before becoming firmer and more possessive. “You’re so desperate, aren’t you?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and teasing tone.

“Yes, please”

“Beg for it, baby” Colby mutters, his voice coming out in a low and authoritative tone.

“Please, please, please, please, please, please, please please”

Colby’s eyes darkened even further, his gaze locked onto you with a dominant and determined expression. “Such a good girl, begging so nicely” he mutters, his voice coming out in a rough and seductive tone.

He finally reaches where I want him to be, and he slowly puts his fingers inside of me

“Please oh”

He looks down at you, his eyes locking onto yours in a dark and dominant stare. “Feel good, baby?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

“So good”

“Good” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and satisfied tone. “Because we’re just getting started”

I grabbed Sam’s hand as Colby starts speeding up his hand

Sam looks at you, his eyes widening in surprise by your action, before he smiles and grabs your hand back.

Colby’s hands continue working, each movement firm and deliberate. “You like that, baby?” he mutters

I can’t speak. I’m just moaning and whimpering and whining as Colby starts curling his fingers.

Colby’s voice comes out in a low and rough tone, “You sound so good” he mutters, his eyes never leaving your face.

Sam just looks on with an expression full of love and appreciation, his hand squeezing yours gently.

“You like that, baby?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and dark tone.

Sam moves closer, his body moving up to your side, his free hand coming to rest gently on your face, his touch gentle and affectionate.

“Oh my God, Colby, don’t stop”

Colby’s eyes darkened in response, his expression becoming intense and determined. “I’m not gonna stop” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone. “Not until you’re satisfied”

Sam’s hand continues to caress your face gently, his thumb moving in small, slow circles along your skin, his eyes

I moved Sam’s hand on my face to my clit telling him to do circles

Sam catches onto your meaning immediately, his eyes widening as they lock onto yours. He looks at you with a small smile, his expression soft and affectionate, before gently moving his thumb in small, slow circles around your clit. “Like this, babe?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and loving

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes yes yes yes” I moan

Sam’s expression shifts to one of satisfaction and accomplishment as you affirm that what he’s doing feels good. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and affectionate tone.

Colby’s hand doesn’t slow or falter in its movements, his eyes locked onto your face, his expression full of love and determination. “You’re so beautiful when you feel this good”

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I climax and squirt around their fingers

Colby’s eyes widen and a small smile appears on his face, his expression full of love and admiration. “That’s it, baby” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone. “Let go”

Sam moves his hand away and leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his eyes filled with nothing but love. “You did so good, babe” he mutters, his voice coming out in a soft and

“That’s my girl” Colby mutters, his voice coming out in a soft and satisfied tone. He gently pulls his hand away and looks at you, his eyes filled with a look of love and affection. “You okay, baby?”

“Mhm”

Colby smiles and brushes a piece of hair out of your face, his touch gentle and affectionate.

Sam moves closer, his body now up against your side, his arms wrapping around you and holding you close. “You did so good, beautiful” he mutters, his voice coming out in a soft and loving tone.

Corey and Jake walks into the room

Corey and Jake appear in the doorway, their eyes widening in surprise as they take in the scene.

Corey lets out a small whistle of appreciation, while Jake smirks in amusement.

“Huh I guess Corey and Jake is here” I say still breathless and my eyes are still closed.

Colby and Sam chuckle at your comment, their eyes flicking over to where Corey and Jake are standing in the doorway.

“Looks like the full gang’s here” Colby mutters, his voice coming out in a humorous tone.

They both look over at Corey and Jake, their expressions a mix of humor and affection.

Corey lets out another whistle, his eyes roaming over your body. “Damn” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and appreciative tone.

“Colby blanket”

Colby looks over at you, his eyes softening a fraction, before he pulls a nearby blanket from the couch and gently drapes it over you, making sure you’re covered and comfortable.

“Thank you, baby”

Colby looks down at you, his expression becoming soft and affectionate. “Of course, baby” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and loving tone, before leaning down and gently pressing a kiss to your forehead

“That’s only for you and Sam to look at”

Colby smiles and nods in agreement, his expression becoming soft and affectionate again. “You’re damn right” he mutters, his voice coming out in a possessive and protective tone.

Sam smiles and nods in agreement as well, his eyes never leaving your form, admiring it.

Colby shifts so that he’s pressed up against your one side, his body warm and solid against yours. Sam is still on your other side, his body also pressed against yours, his arms wrapped around you possessively

“Don’t worry, boys I’ll buy a new couch”

Both Colby and Sam laugh at your comment, their eyes looking over to where you’re currently laying.

Colby just smiles and shakes his head. “Nah, you don’t gotta do that babe” he mutters, his voice coming out in a humorous tone.

Sam laughs and nods, his eyes never leaving you. “Yeah, this one works just fine”

“I don’t think Jake and Corey wants to sit on it considering there is you guys juices all over it along with mine”

Colby and Sam both laugh at your comment, their eyes flicking over to where Corey and Jake are standing.

Corey looks slightly uncomfortable, while Jake is just amused.

“You might have a point there” Colby says, his voice coming out in a low and humorous tone.

Sam lets out a small chuckle, his arms still wrapped around you securely. “Yeah, I think we might have marked our territory a little too much” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and slightly possessive tone.

“Love you”

Both Colby and Sam smile down at you, their expressions filled with love and affection.

“Love you too, baby” they mutter in unison, their voices coming out in soft and loving tones.

“Yay”

Both Colby and Sam can’t help but smile wider at your reaction, their expressions becoming even more affectionate.

Colby reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair out of your face, his touch gentle and loving.

Sam tightens his arms around you, pulling you tighter to his chest. “You’re adorable” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and affectionate tone.

“No shit, I’m adorable right now. Colby pushed me into subspace”

Colby leans down and whispers in your ear, his voice rough and possessive. “Damn right you are, baby”

Sam lets out a chuckle at Colby’s words, his arms still wrapped tight around you.

“And damn if you weren’t such a perfect picture right now” he mutters, his eyes roaming over your form, his expression full of love and satisfaction

Sam smiles in agreement, his eyes drifting over your body, his arms tightening around you possessively.

“Go ahead, Colby take the blanket off me and put your hand on my belly and take a picture and use it as your background and send it to Sam”

Colby’s eyes darkened at the suggestion, a small smirk forming on his face. He looks down at you, his expression full of affection and possessiveness.

“You want everyone to be jealous? See what I get to touch anytime I want?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

“Yes”

Colby’s smirk widens into a grin, his eyes roaming over your form with admiration. “Good girl” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and affectionate tone.

He slowly moves the blanket off your body, exposing your form to the room. His hand slowly moves to your stomach, resting there possessively.

“The fans are gonna love me considering I made Solby happen”

Colby looks down at you, the corner of his mouth turning up in a small smile at your comment.

“The fans gonna lose their minds when they see how perfect you look just for us” he mutters, his voice coming out in a possessive and happy tone.

Sam smiles and nods in agreement, his arms still wrapped around you firmly. “Yeah, they definitely won’t be able to handle how stunning you look right now”

“I think we should post a picture in a mirror with you covering my boobs one hand on each”

Colby’s eyes widen at your suggestion, his expression becoming more determined and possessive.

“You want everyone to see how much you’re mine?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

“And Sam”

Colby’s smirk returns, his eyes never leaving your form. “And Sam, of course” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and possessive tone.

“Everyone needs to know that you’re ours, baby” he adds, his hand on your stomach moving up to your chest, his touch firm and claiming.

“Absolutely,” I say we take the picture and I posted to my Instagram and in the caption I write solby X Y/N Colby looks down at you, his eyes darkening in love and possessiveness. “Oh they’re gonna flip” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

“Everyone’s gonna see how perfectly you fit between us, baby” he adds, his hand on your chest gently squeezing, his touch firm.

“Absolutely, it’s posted. Colby check the comments. Tell me what they’re saying”.

Colby reaches over and grabs his phone, his eyes scanning over the comments. He scrolls through a few, before an amused chuckle escapes him.

“Jesus…” he mutters, shaking his head in disbelief. “They’re going crazy. Some are crying, some are jealous, some are just spamming ‘omg Solby’ and ‘Solby is real’”

His eyes continue scanning through the comments, a wide smirk spreading across his face.

“And there are some people saying ‘damnit I want Solby’ and ‘man that should be me not her’” he mutters, his voice coming out in a rough and amused tone.

He continues scrolling through the comments, his grin growing wider and wider. “And there are some people saying ‘I’m going to die’ and ‘how you both get so lucky’ and…”

He lets out a laugh as he reads the next comment. “’That’s like the hottest picture ever. You need to stop doing this to us’”

“There’s just a lot of people begging us to make a Solby video now” he mutters, a small laugh escaping him.

Sam can’t help but laugh as well, his smile wide and amused. “Sounds like we’ve got ourselves a fan base there, babe”

“Absolutely, maybe we should start an only fans”

Colby laughs as your suggestion, his eyes still watching the comments pour in. “They’d lose their minds if we did that” he mutters.

Sam just looks at you, his expression becoming more interested, as he considers the idea. “You know… that doesn’t seem like a bad idea”

“Wait, really? You guys are willing to have sex with me online”.

Colby laughs at your question, his eyes darkening with desire. “Oh, baby, you know we’d be more than okay with that” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

Sam looks at you with a smile, his expression becoming more determined. “As long as you’re comfortable, baby, we’re game”

“Good because I honestly think that camera overlay is on and we filmed this entire thing”

Colby’s eyes widen at your comment, his expression becoming slightly surprised. “Wait, what?” he mutters, his eyes flicking over to the camera set up in the corner of the room.

Sam looks over as well, his eyes widening in surprise as he realizes that the camera is indeed recording.

“Damn…” Colby mutters, his eyes wide. “We’ve been recording this entire time…”

Sam looks back at you, his expression becoming mischievous and slightly concerned. “You don’t mind us having this footage, right babe?”

“Absolutely not” I say as I go on my only fans which I actually already have I haven’t posted anything yet and say let’s post it on here

Colby and Sam look at you, their eyes widening in surprise as you mention you have an onlyfans account already.

Colby’s expression becomes more determined and excited, his eyes fixed on the screen. “You already have one?” he mutters, his voice coming out in an intrigued and pleased tone.

Sam’s expression becomes mischievous and amused as well, his eyes looking between you and the camera. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you, beautiful?”

“Yes, but I haven’t posted anything yet”

Colby’s eyes light up in excitement, his expression becoming more excited and eager. “Well, now’s the perfect time to start” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

Sam looks at you, his expression full of curiosity and excitement. “You wanna upload the recording from this whole night onto it?”

“Absolutely” I say as I walk over and grab the camera and download the video to my phone as I uploaded it

Colby and Sam can’t help but watch you as you download the video. Their eyes follow your movements, their expressions becoming a mix of eager and excited.

Colby leans forward, his eyes focused on the camera as you upload the video. “Jesus, we got some good stuff” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and rough tone.

Sam looks over at you, his eyes watching you expectantly. “Did you upload it then, baby?”

“Absolutely” I say as I go on Instagram and write in the comments to tell them to check out my only fans it’s in my bio and yes, the video of Me Colby and Sam is on there

Colby and Sam watch as you type out the message on Instagram, their eyes wide and excited.

Colby’s grin becomes wider, his excitement growing with every second. “Damn, you’re not wasting any time, are you?” he mutters, his voice full of admiration.

Sam laughs, his reaction matching Colby’s. “Looks like you’re really embracing your inner exhibitionist, babe”

“Absolutely holy shit we’ve already made like 1 million off that video”

Both Colby and Sam nearly spit out their drinks at your words.

Colby’s mouth drops open in shock, his eyes widening in surprise. “A mil… for one video?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a disbelieving tone.

Sam is equally as shocked, his eyes roaming between you and the screen, his expression full of disbelief. “You’re shitting me, right?”

“No look”

Colby and Sam look back at the screen, their eyes scanning the number. Their expressions become more and more shocked as they realize you’re not kidding.

Colby’s mouth hangs open in disbelief, his eyes wide. “Holy….shit….” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and awed tone.

Sam’s eyes widen even further, his jaw dropping. “A million… dollars…”

“It’s 2 million now oh my God, every single one of your fans you have holy hell you have 13 million fans on YouTube you guys do realise that right we’re gonna make so much money”

Colby and Sam can’t even seem to process the numbers that are in front of them. Their eyes scan the screen, their faces in shock.

Colby’s mouth hangs open, his face frozen in disbelief. “13….million?” he mutters, his voice coming out in an almost dazed tone.

Sam’s eyes are still wide with shock, but a grin is now starting to form on his face. “Jesus… we never could have imagined…” he mutters, his voice coming out in a rough and amazed tone.

Colby’s eyes then suddenly widen as he realizes something. “Wait…if we made 2 million off of that one video….imagine how much we’d make if we put up more stuff like that?” he mutters, his tone coming out more and more excited with each word.

“Absolutely”

Colby’s grin becomes wider, his excitement growing with every second. “Jesus, this is insane…” he mutters, his eyes roaming over the numbers on the screen.

Sam’s expression becomes more determined and excited as well, his eyes fixed on the screen. “Looks like we’ve got a gold mine here” he mutters, his voice full of surprise and admiration.

“Yeah, maybe the next video should be of only you two “

Colby’s expression becomes more interested at your suggestion, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Just us, huh?” he mutters, his tone coming out in a low and intrigued tone.

Sam looks at you, his expression growing interested as well. “You want us to do a video of just us? Sounds like a plan to me, babe”

“Yeah, I’m gonna be sitting on the coffee table or on the back of the bed against the head board as the two of you have fun”

Colby and Sam’s eyes widen even more at your description, their expressions becoming more and more excited.

Colby’s eyes roam over you, his expression becoming more eager and hungry. “Damn…” he mutters, his voice coming out in a rough and determined tone.

Sam’s eyes also roam over you, his expression filled with desire. “You’re a goddamn tease, you know that?” he mutters, his voice coming out in a low and heated tone.

“Yes I am”

[beecave-blues]

Cigarettes are cool! They make you look like one of those cool biker guys B] or something like that

-📻

I just want to make it known that smoking is not cool, it’s terrible for your health and is extremely deadly. It can cause asthma to develop, lung cancer, liver failure and several other things you don’t want happening to you. It’s cool when I do it because if I get lung issues I can get a big magic pipe to shoot a blue cloud at me and it heals all my issues, or if I die I’ll just come back unharmed.

Smoking is bad for you. Do not smoke.

[kanmom51]

I think I had wishful thinking with how this whole Jk thing would be handled. It’s showing me that a lot of ARMY still forget that our boys are human. I understand having strong feelings towards certain habits due to a multitude of reasons but seeing people question his character is wild to me. Yoongi talked in his documentary about this very thing. Things being blown out of proportion that genuinely in the scheme of things don’t need to be. Our boys have shown us they drink heavily, something that is also harmful but it seems that doesn’t get as much hate as smoking. They are grown men who will do and have habits that aren’t great but as of what we know don’t change who they are. Jk is still our goofy silly guy that we love. I’ll get personal for a second I’m also a singer and used to be a heavy smoker of 🌱, I stopped eventually because I knew long run it wouldn’t be great for my voice but so many singers do it. Now what he seems to be smoking is obviously not healthy but he chooses to do it cuz he likes it and wants to. Of course we want them to be healthy and take care of themselves but again they are grown. I really feel for K-pop idols because it seems there is no way to win. The idol system in a sense sets them up to “fail”. More people upset with him smoking then him being filmed without his permission. Western pop stars are out here doing some wild stuff and no one holds it against them. I feel for them really I do. Again I get that it can be hard for people if they have their own experience with smoking. I shouldn’t be as surprised as I am with the reaction I guess but after how he has been so open on his Weverse lives about being an adult and living his life the way he wants, who are we to say no you can’t do that because we don’t like it.

I agree!!!

Anything else I have to add? I really don't know, cause you kind of said it all @leearmy.

Do I love he's smoking? Hell no. Like I wouldn't love for one of my girls to. It's bad for your health. It's not great for his voice. I lost my mom to lung cancer so it's a little of a sore spot for me.

But at the end of the day, he's a grown up and it's his decision, his life to live.

So, not loving it, but no judging going on. These are my demons to deal with, nothing to do with JK or his choices.

I do have to say that I don't love the glorification of it either. JK is sexy. Period. No need for a cigarette in his mouth to make him that.

I just wish people would accept this is something he does and move on without the ugly or sexy talk going on.

Either way, this is still JK. Smoking or not smoking doesn't make him a good or bad person. It's a lifestyle choice he's making. Nothing illegal going on. Nothing hurtful to others. And as such it's in the "people need to mind their own business" category.

This is most definitley being blown out of proportion. As if we have any say about their private lives in any way shape or form (we most definitely don't).

Like you said, it's still JK, the sweet kind goofie young man that we love.

Plain and simple.

[porcelana-r0ta]

Bound for Glory

Fandom: Night In The Woods

Word Count: 2119

Ao3 Link: Only available to registered Ao3 users

Summary: Casey Hartley is nineteen and isn’t ready to grow up (and he won’t).

xxXxx

He strikes the match against the sandpaper side of the matchbox, igniting his small world of the night sky and the train tracks. He brought the orange flame to the tip of his cigarette, and once the flame took, he shook the match out. Dropping it, he stomps on the burned out match: Smokey Bear would be proud. Or disappointed. 

Shoving the box of matches in his hoodie pocket, Casey Hartley takes his first drag of the cigarette as he resumes walking west. The smoke fills his lungs, clouding his organs, stretching them and destroying them all in one. He blows out. He can’t see the smoke under the new moon. The only light on the train tracks lives with the stars and the dim ember of his cancer stick.

“What, not gonna offer me a light?” Cain asks, flipping his Zippo out and sparking the end of his Marlboro. 

“You hate my matches,” Casey says. 

“‘Cause it’s not fuckin’ 1923, damn.” Despite lighting his cigarette, Cain keeps his Zippo out, flicking the flint wheel. Sparks fly, but never catch. 

Casey likes matches. Likes lighting them up and letting the flame crawl down to his fingertips. Likes blowing them out and smelling the woody smoke of their dying breath. Likes stomping them beneath his feet. Likes using them for his cigarettes or blunts, going through the same motions as thousands of smokers before him and the invention of the lighter. Likes feeling like something. Feeling like there’s something other than Possum Springs. 

Mae got out, at least. And Angus and Gregg are saving to get out. 

He and Bea, though? 

He brings the cigarette to his lips and inhales. Holds it. Lets it out in a sigh. 

“Cain—”

“No,” his cousin says immediately. 

“No?” 

“No, you can’t join the business.” 

Casey is offended, “I don’t want to join your business.” 

“Good,” Cain says. He flicks his cigarette, sending ash to the tracks. “You’re gonna have a future, you know.” 

His stomach curdles. “In Possum Springs?” He tries to keep his tone wry and playful, but his bitterness takes over. Consumes, like the smoke. 

“You can leave. Get a job, like your gay friends. Gary and Angie, or whatever.” 

“Gregg and Angus.” Casey rolls his eyes. 

“That’s what I said.” 

"Uh-huh."

“Yeah, whatever. Point is, you don’t have to be like me. Mary and Bryan love you. They’ll support you even if you get a bitch pregnant and walk out on her.” 

His mom would sooner beat his ass for walking out on a girl after knocking her up, but Casey doesn’t argue the point. 

“That’s not the problem.”

“Yeah?” Cain’s voice takes on a hint of arrogance, the inflection he uses whenever he successfully blows a smoke ring. It’s too dark to tell, but Cain is always sure of himself. “Enlighten me.” 

Casey kicks at the ground, hoping to strike a rock, and only scuffs a plank on the track. 

“I dunno what I wanna do.”

“What, with life? For a job? No one does.” 

The lit end of his cigarette shakes in time with his fingers. “No. Or yes? I don’t know what I’m fucking doing.” 

“Yeah, and no one does. Life is a guessing game, man.” 

“Well, it sucks. The only thing I know is I don’t wanna stay in this shithole town. Maybe I should just hop on a train already.”

“Possum Springs ain’t that bad.” 

Casey scoffs. 

“No, really. It’s kinda nice, minus the xenophobia.”

“Huh, so you did pay attention in high school.

“Shut it, kid.” Cain punches his shoulder. He’s only seven years older, which isn’t that much older, but Cain milks it for all it’s worth. 

They’re quiet for a long moment, the only sounds being their feet on the tracks and earth and their sighs of smoke. Then Cain suddenly breaks it. 

“I wanted to be a teacher.” 

Casey looks down, startled. “What?”

“‘S true.” He flicks his cancer stick. Cinders falls and die in the dark. “Loved art. Loved Mrs. Terry. Wanted to make other kids like me feel like they were worth a damn.”

Casey knows the name, even if he never took art class himself in high school. Mrs. Terry had taken Cain in after he was kicked out, at least until Casey’s parents found out and gave him the spare room. Cain stayed there until he scrimped up enough money for his trailer house. 

“It was really cool of her to take you in like that,” he says quietly in the night. 

“Yeah,” his cousin agrees. “Mrs. Terry’s real cool. She said I could make it. But college’s expensive. ‘N I’m just a dealer now.” 

Casey’s not good with this, with comforting people or supporting people. But he can’t say nothing. 

“Maybe you can save up. Do a ju-co, then something cheap for your last two years.” 

Cain scoffs a laugh. “No…. Nah, that’s just not me.”

He drops his cigarette and steps on it, suffocating the fire. Killing its short life. “Seriously, Case. You can do whatever you want, and your parents will help you. I’ll help, too. You’re my cousin, more like brother, honestly. You can take all the time you need to decide what you want in life.” 

But Casey’s not in high school anymore, he doesn’t want to go to college, and he feels stuck in place. He doesn’t want to grow up. He wants to stay Casey Hartley, seventeen years old, rage-playing drums while Gregg plays guitar and Mae plays bass and Angus sings. He wants to commit crimes with Gregg and Mae, wants to lift snacks from the Snalcon and smoke weed in the upper office of the old Food Donkey and referee Gregg’s and Mae’s dumb knife fights. 

God. He won’t even be a teenager in a few months. His twentieth birthday is creeping up. 

He’s scared of getting a job. He’s scared of hating his job and being stuck with it. He’s scared of taxes. He’s scared of finding an apartment to rent. He’s scared of never owning a house. He’s scared of owning a house.  He’s scared of Cain being arrested. He’s scared that Mae will never come back. He’s scared that Gregg and Angus will leave and never come back. He’s scared that Bea will be crushed under the weight of the Ol’ Pickaxe and her negligent father. He’s scared that he’ll be all that’s left of them, left behind in dying Possum Springs, left behind to die here with no one but conservative asshats and nothing to do and nothing accomplished that means anything.

His parents will stay, and they are young, but they aren’t getting younger, and a good son dies after his parents. He’s scared of that. Of being with just them until old age claims them and then he really is—

a   l   o   n   e

He doesn’t want to grow up.

The train tracks start to rumble, quiet and gentle. A headlight beams behind them, though it has not reached their backs quite yet. Casey steps off on the right, and Cain goes left. 

“You’re right,” Casey says instead of any of his fears. “You’re right.”

“I usually am.” He looks at the stars and hums. “Look, it’s late. I’m going home. You should, too.” 

The train gets closer and louder. The light reaches them.

Casey has to yell, “Yeah, I will. See you later!” 

“I—”

Cain’s response is stolen by the train, cutting in between them and blocking Casey’s path back to town. 

The train wails as Casey lights another cancer stick. He lets the fire creep to his fingers before dropping the match and stomping it out beneath his black canvas shoe, his fingers stinging as he puts the cigarette between his lips. 

The air is warm with the birth of summer. He shouldn’t even be in his black hoodie in this weather, but it’s the same hoodie he’s had since sophomore year and he’s not good at letting go. It was only during the hottest August days that he’d shed the hoodie in previous years.

He hums “Die Anywhere Else” as the train passes, whistling and crooning all the way. He finishes his cancer stick, considers lighting another, but ultimately doesn’t. 

When he gets to the chorus, his chest burns, and he sings the words instead of humming the melody. That part was always meant for Mae. But she had bigger and better plans than an idiot like him who was scared and clueless all at once for his future and would throw that future away as soon as he gathered the courage to hop a train.

Maybe I should just jump on the train, he thinks to himself. Leave for Durkillesburg. Crash with Mae for a weekend or two. Start finding my own place.

But his legs are stuck in place, just like he is. Glued down by fear. Petrified of the culmination of the future of his wrong decisions.

The train eventually passes, and Casey is expecting to be alone, Cain long gone to his trailer. But he’s not. 

Someone stands on the other side of the tracks, a silhouette in the darkness. They are tall and look like they are wearing something long, like a trench coat, maybe. Some kind of hard hat rests on their head. 

A crusty, his mind supplies, a vain attempt to calm his heart. His fur stands on end, his blood going cold. He’s jumped off the train, just like a million other crusties.

For a moment, the two can only stare. 

“Casey Hartley?” they ask. They sound male. No crusty is likely to know his name—he’s befriended some, sure, but they hardly ever return, and they wouldn’t just assume that the first shadowy figure they see is him. 

“No,” he says. “Cain, actually. Casey’s my cousin.” 

Their hand goes up to their head. A clicking noise is instantly followed by a beam of bright light. 

Casey flinches back, his arm raising to block the light. He squints against it, trying to make out who is across the tracks. His stomach drops and he takes several panicked steps back, the other suddenly on the same side of the tracks as him. 

“Look like Casey to me,” the person notes, voice dangerous. 

He’s not going to try pleading his case. He turns and bolts.

He makes it maybe five yards before there’s a bang and a sharp pain in his right calf. 

He falls, yelping, sweating, crying. He claws at the dirt, forcing himself to turn over so he’s not face-down and accepting death quietly. Anywhere else, he tells himself. Anywhere fucking else. I won’t die here.

“You fuckin’ shot me!” he cries. He reaches for his leg with a trembling hand, expecting a bleeding bullet hole, but instead he feels something cool and cylindric with fine hairs coming out from the top. He yanks it out and throws it, terror mixing with drowsiness. 

No, wait—

He immediately regrets the action, belatedly realizing it could have been his own weapon if he’d kept it. Fuck.

“No,” says the person, confirming what Casey has already concluded. “I tranq’d you.”

“Why?” His vision spins. He feels alert and subdued all in one. His stomach twists. His body is heavy, like he’s trying to pull himself out of the public pool after being in all day. Please, no. Don’t sleep. Don’t fucking sleep. Don’t even lay down.

“Don’t be scared, Casey.” The person kneels next to him, still bright and unknown. It hurts his eyes, but he’s so scared that if he closes his eyes, he won’t open them ever again. 

Casey swings at him, but his hands glance off, doing nothing against this monster. They coo and cup the back of his head, fingers grasping Casey’s fur, their other hand grabbing at Casey’s upper arm. They force Casey to lay down, and he’s full-on sobbing now despite the call of sleep. 

“No,” he begs. “Pl’s, no. Don’ do this to me.” 

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. This is for you, Casey, and your family. Your parents. Possum Springs doesn’t need another dealer, hmm? But we need business. This is just business, Casey. It’ll all be over soon. You won’t even know it when you’re gone.” 

“Nnnnnnnoooooooooo.” It’s a low moan, grieved and miserable. It takes the rest of his energy, his body numbing, his mind clouding. He tastes smoke.

He wants his dad. He wants his mom. 

Did he say bye to them this morning? When was the last time he said he loved them? He can’t remember—it's all too fuzzy now.

“Shh, shh. Just go to sleep, Casey. It won’t hurt none.” 

He’s supposed to fucking grow up. 

He falls asleep instead.

xxXxx

Casey Hartley's away message:

BORN 2 LOSE COUNTRY TRASH PROUD DRUMMER SK8 AND DESTROY SK8 2 CR8 BOUND FOR GLORY

[constantineshots]

as someone wit cancer (posting this anonymously because some ppl on the internet hear this and go fucking crazy) I’ve always found John Constantine is actually a really interesting rep In theory. I do think Delano like most things fumbles the bag when it comes to that topic but… it’s Delano what do you expect. I really like timelines where John gets treatment before it’s terminal (though usually that very idea seems out of character) or something it’s such a comfort hc. sorry for rambling. I was wondering how YOU interpreted johns cancer storylines as the John Constantine guy.

hey, you’re safe here, do what’s best for you! and I wish you the best. and never apologize for rambling! i love rambling. please keep rambling.

i’ll put this under a read more because i realized how long this is, but i hope it helps answer your question!

but as the john constantine girlie, it’s always been such an incredibly interesting plotline to me. he does take drastic measures to cure himself in the main vertigo timeline, and his interactions with other cancer patients and then realizing that this thing is terminal… it was intriguing. because it’s john. how he handles things is so much different than how others will. you’re never going to get the logical answer- “maybe he’ll get treatment.” “maybe he’ll go find healing magics that could help him.” “maybe he’ll go spend more time with his loved ones.” this is how most people would think to act. I can’t imagine what it’s like to have cancer, but if it were me, i feel like i’d be angry to be living on a timer, so i’d probably check a few things off my bucket list out of spite. not john constantine, though. instead he threatens a war in hell over his soul so everyone has to cure him.

john smokes cigarettes. we all know this to be a fact. however, he ends up getting terminal lung cancer as a result. it shows a very possible risk that most people aren’t willing to acknowledge until it’s too late.

i haven’t spoken to my mother in forever because our relationship was never good ( can’t you see why i like john constantine now? ), but in a way, it reminded me of her. she was a heavy smoker, and i, as a child who sometimes went over to her house begrudgingly, would be caught up in second hand smoke. as a result, these sorts of things were big worries of mine, and yet every time i told her she can’t do things like smoke inside the house and such, she’d just do it anyway. which put everyone at risk.

while, of course, cancer isn’t always caused by smoking, it can be, and she never took it seriously, not even when she was coughing badly and it was clearly dangerous for her health anyway. I don’t think she ever will.

within john’s character, though, we know he clearly didn’t care much. of course, he didn’t want to die because he knew he was going straight to hell at the time. so he concocted his little plan and ended up curing himself of cancer and not dying as a result… and then continuing with the bad habit. he’s a comic book character, so i guess it’s different, but i think it kind of sent the wrong message.

after a tale of john being distressed about having cancer and having to say goodbye to the people he cared about, or john meeting others who had cancer and being affected by the loss of someone who had died as a result of it, i think some expected him to put down the cigarettes. but alas, john has never been the kind of person to make good decisions.

so when i see him doing the smart thing in some storylines or aus that people write and so forth, i’m always stunned. like good on him, of course, handling his shit before it gets worse, but john has always liked to be a pain in the ass and wait until the worst possible moment. like the exact day he’s supposed to die for example. though i do enjoy these more, because it sends the right message…. john isn’t the kind of character you look to to give you the right message in most aspects. his political beliefs are good, but everything else is a dumpster fire.

but in my opinion, john constantine is a character- one of a rare few- who has cancer. there’s a described time of his struggles with it, some depression from it, the loss of someone he’d met who had it, and that was a journey. but then, in true john constantine fashion, the cornered rat idea he has, he cures himself of it- or, well, more forces some other beings to cure him of it, but hey.

that’s all i got, but feel free to explain further on anything you want to!

[prismuffin]

So context, John Constantine died from lung cancer but lived because of a deal he made with an entity. (forgot the Logistics)

So how do you think John would react to his friend picking up smoking Cigs?

While their talking, John asks about the pace of smoking, and they say, they finish off a cig each week. (Which is very light, incase you don't know)

Oooooo I’ve never understood cigarettes personally but I do know they can be addictive which is terrible cause they are so bad for your health! But anyways I think that—

Telling John that you’ve started smoking would stun him for a minute, not visibly but in his head he’d be questioning whether or not he heard you right.

Whether you know that he “died” or not from something related to smoking doesn’t change what he tells and asks you.

After you tell him that it’s only one cigarette a week he’s glad it’s not as big as a pack a day or something and he urges you in the most nonchalant way to drop smoking.

“It’s not good for your health, I should know-“

If you say you won’t he’ll probably scare you with the story of his cancer to try and persuade you to stop.

“Only reason you’re here, talking to me, is because I sold me soul to the fucking angels and now this demon won’t let me die cause he don’t want heaven and hell fighting over me!!”

If you still say you won’t drop after that he’d probably get super pissy for the rest of the outing. If he ever sees you smoking around him he’ll slap it out of your hands. Constantly asks about your pace to see if it’s increasing and once it does start to then he’ll probably get more pushy with his ways of stopping you.

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[zeldahime]

Highway to Pail Day 22

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February 22: What kind of cigarettes do angels have? Holy Smokes!

Aziraphale was having a miserable time trying to kick the habit. He didn't even want to, really, but unlike his other vices, this one apparently managed to cause cancer in humans just by their being around it, and he wanted to avoid unnecessary harm more than he wanted to indulge in the pleasure of a good long smoke.

Unfortunately for him, Aziraphale had seen enough of his neighbors in Soho quit tobacco over the centuries, and especially the last three decades, to know what to expect*. Irritability, cravings, increased appetite, restlessness: all common symptoms. All symptoms the angel was experiencing right now.

He glowered at a young woman who had entered his shop with her eyes on his first-edition Milne, handbag at the ready, until she gave up her nerve and left to threaten some other bookseller with buying their precious books. He paced behind his desk, unable to focus on any the new novels crowding his desk or on any of his favorites. He thought about dinner at the Ritz with Crowley with unusual fervor, his stomach actually grumbling in the way it usually didn't.

He really wanted a damned cigarette.

By the time Crowley swung in his blasted automobile, Aziraphale was three days clean and quite ready to bite his head off (or someone's head, anyway).

"Must you make such a racket?" he demanded in lieu of greeting, having bustled out of the bookshop as soon as he heard Crowley lay down his horn outside. (He'd forgotten to flip the sign and lock the door, but the bookshop knew to do that itself anyway.) Crowley's answering smirk and wink—and how did he always make sure it was clear he was winking through those dratted glasses, anyway—only irritated him further. "You may not care what your neighbors think of you, but I actually live with mine."

"I care!" Crowley protested. "I make sure they're good and frightened of that terrifying stranger who haunts the top floor, don't I?"

Aziraphale gave Crowley a once-over and sniffed.

"Yes, the terrifying stranger who dresses like a junior MP; I'm sure they're all quaking in their boots."

"I'll show you boots," Crowley grumbled, and turned the radio to bebop to get out of this conversation. Aziraphale took the forfeit as a win, restoring his mood slightly.

Eating also helped. Aziraphale's conversational snipes subsided somewhat once they were served and generally changed target from Crowley himself to the ideas presented. By dessert, Aziraphale felt nearly himself again, though his lungs still craved the bright grassy smoke of his Sweet Aftons.

Not that he had Sweet Aftons anymore. He'd smoked his last pack before quitting, to make sure that temptation did not lurk in his bookshop. He knew well how temptation worked, and would not fall prey to it unless he really wanted to (see: exhibit Crowley).

"So what bee's gotten into your bonnet today, angel?" Crowley asked as Aziraphale finished his pudding and dabbed at his face with a napkin, a gentle smile on his face. "That Thompson bloke try to buy your Wildes again?"

"Edmund Thompson will never get his hands on my Dorian Gray, no matter how many times he bats his eyelashes at me," Aziraphale said primly, "and he should jolly well know it by now." Crowley's suppressed laughter at his irritation was at least as sweet as any Virginia blend, Aziraphale thought.

He still rather badly wanted a cigarette, but it wouldn't be so bad; he was used to wanting things he wasn't allowed to have, and the pleasure of Crowley's company was always a balm to it.

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*Crowley, who would quit smoking in two years because he'd be assigned to working some Phillip Morris executives in America before realizing exactly how evil they already were on their own, did not know what the symptoms of nicotine withdrawal were, and therefore would not experience any of them.

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Author's note:

I would like to thank people on this pipe-smoking forum for actually talking about what tobacco tastes like instead of delivering a lecture on why I shouldn't start smoking. I know that already, Reddit! That's why I'm Googling it instead of smoking it myself!

I mentally set this in the mid-to-late 90s, since it seemed like that was about when the dangers of second-hand smoke began to percolate out to the public. Smoking bans in the UK seem to have begun in 1987, but they also seem to have been primarily fire-safety bans, not public health bans, until 2006. The 90s seemed like a good compromise position.

I chose Sweet Aftons for Aziraphale for a couple reasons: 1) they had a literary name and history; 2) they were unfiltered and single-source, which seems like an especially Aziraphale way to smoke; and 3) I liked the way the name sounds and looks!