#snippets

[sio-writes]

An old axed snippet from Sacrifice around Chapter 8-9, a rare Aurelius POV :)

The shadows around me pick up the small journal, turning it over like a doctor would a specimen, and they present the open page it was left on.

"The human has left."

I snap the book shut before I release my anger on Dachaigh. I suppose that solves the mystery of how Kyla found out about him. Of all the journals I’ve stored in here, Dachaigh pushed this one on her. No wonder Kyla is avoiding me, she probably thought I had gone mad and eaten him.

To be perfectly honest, I had wanted to; in the same way I want to consume Kyla. It’s a hunger that doesn’t go away, pulls at my heart and my mind and my cock, and threatens to swallow me whole if I’d let it. It wants to mark her with teeth and claws, make her cry out from pain so delicious that it resolves back into pleasure. I want to press my tongue into her open chest and taste her heartbeat. 

Even with the other human, whose name I’d forgotten long ago, it wasn’t this strong. But every time Kyla and I are in the same room, I have to force myself to behave. She needled at me after our trip to the market and I—

I make yet another mental note to apologize for that later. Whatever this game is between us, where she yells and I fuck her, I need to learn the rules before I hurt her again.

Xena’s Share Day

this one’s for me :) do me a favor, open up your document, search for the word “teeth” and post whatever you find here !! anything to do with teeth. indulge a bitey creature like me :)

[violetfairydust]

WIP Whenever

Thank you so much for tagging me @dontcallpanic! I'm finally getting over my burnout, so I'm excited to get back to writing. Please excuse my typos lol.

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It was a whisper. Stiles. The hiss of the S tickled his skin. The heaviness of exhaustion weighed on him. Through the darkness, he forced his eyes open and scanned the room. A tall young woman stood with her arms crossed by his door. His eyes flew open and he pressed himself deeper into the bed, raising the blankets up to his chin. A startled shriek escaped his lips.

“What are you doing?” she demanded.

“What am I doing? You’re standing in my room at three in the morning!”

The door was flung open, the doorknob banging on the wall. The sheriff’s eyes searched the room for an intruder. He pushed passed the woman and went to the bed.

“Are you okay?”

The woman scoffed and paced over to the closed window. She leaned against the wall and crossed her ankles.

“What’s wrong?”

Stiles shot her a glare. “Nothing. Bad dream. Sorry for waking you up.”

“Is it those dreams you used to have?”

The woman walked over and knelt by the bed. She laid her arms on the edge and crossed them while resting her chin on her fist. “What kind of dreams did you used to have?”

“Sort of,” he mumbled. “I’m fine. Sorry.”

Noah nodded slowly and shuffled toward the door. “Try and get some sleep.”

Stiles laid on his side with his back toward the door. He pretended to close his eyes even after he heard the door click. When he opened them, the woman was gone. Maybe it had been a bad dream. It wasn’t uncommon to have nightmares as a kid of ghosts, vampires, werewolves. At the time it scared the shit out of him; looking back it was almost funny. The nightmares became more frequent after his mother’s death, so his dad thought it was the trauma and he’d grow out of it. He hadn’t had nightmares about people coming into his room in ages. The clock flashed three thirteen in the morning. He sighed and resigned to blame it on the witching hour.

“Over here,” the woman said in a casual tone.

Stiles flipped over and glared at her. She giggled again.

“I’m trying to sleep if you don’t mind.”

She glanced at the door. “He must be blind.”

“He doesn’t have my sight, if that’s what you mean.”

She stepped closer with a smirk and said, “I didn’t think so.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m going to help you. My name is Laura Hale.”

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No pressure tags: @thotpuppy @renmackree @dear-massacre @sapphiczebra

[bigfootsmom]

helicopter snippet pleaseeee?🫶🏻❤️

sure, I’ll use it as my wip wednesday <3

thank you to the lovely @diazsdimples @tizniz @eddiebabygirldiaz @try-set-me-on-fire for the tags <3

His stomach churns and bile burns at the back of his throat. He swallows it down, forces it back into the pit of his stomach. He shoves it down with the panic and the fatigue. It takes everything in him. It takes the dregs of his long empty reserve of energy— his insides bloody and raw from scraping up every ounce of strength he has.

Tommy has to keep it together. He has to stay standing.

He has to keep his eyes on Evan. Evan, who is getting further and further away, Tommy’s vision tunneling and fading. Something that was supposed to be the shape of Evan’s name sticks in his throat.

He has to stay with Evan.

He has to stay.

He has to.

He—

Tagging anyone who has anything they want to share <3

[samandcolbyownme]

jake smut?🥺

This is just a blurb because I haven’t gotten anything out and I want to I’m just.. in a funk I think? Idk enjoy ilysm 🖤

SMUT UNDER THE CUT (fingering, unprotected sex, creampie)

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Your head fell back as Jake continued to work his fingering in and out of you, his lips on your neck adding yet another mark to your already littered skin.

“You gonna cum for me again, baby?” His voice is low as his breath brushes over your skin, “Hmm?”

“Y-yes.” You nod, your arm bending up so your fingers can lace through his hair, “Fu-fuck.”

Your walls tighten around his two fingers, your hips bucking and rolling forward as moans rip from your lips louder and louder, “Jake, Jake, fuck, yesyesyes.”

“That’s it, baby.” He presses his lips to your cheek, “God you look so beautiful when you’re like this.”

You tug on his hair, earning a low groan from him, “All fucked out, sensitive to my touch.” He groans as your hand falls down to wrap around his cock, stroking slowly as you fall over the edge into pleasure once again.

“F-fuck.” He bucks his hips, jaw falling slack as your whines and whimpers fill his ears, “Sound even better, though.”

He glances down, watching his fingers thrust in and out of you, “Don’t worry, baby. We’re almost done, okay?”

All you can do is nod. If you remove your teeth from your bottom lip, you’ll scream, and Johnnie probably already hates you guys enough for being as loud as you normally are.

“Let me hear you baby.”

You bite down harder, his fingers tipping you into the pool of overstimulation, “I-I-“ you moan, loud. A lot louder than you’ve been.

“That’s it, baby.” Jake groans, bucking his hips into your hand more, “There’s my girl.”

You don’t hold back.

You couldn’t care less about what Johnnie had to say.

As soon as Jake rolls over and slips his back back into you, his thrusts picking up almost immediately, you were desperately searching for something to cover your mouth with.

“There’s nothing, baby.” Jake reminds you, “I love hearing you.”

He crashes his lips onto yours and swallows your screams of pleasure with ease. He mumbles against your lips, “Gonna cum deep inside of you.” He kisses down your neck, “Have you carry me everywhere you go.”

“P-please.” You whimper out, your legs tightening around his waist, “Fuck, Jake. Please.”

“Yeah? You want me to fill that pussy, baby?” Jake holds himself with his arms, glancing down at his cock slamming in and out of your achy center.

You nod quickly, “Y-yes. Yes, b-baby, ple-please.”

He brings his hand over, squeezing your jaw as his eyes lock onto yours, “I fucking love you.”

“I-I fucking.. love you.” You smile slightly, your eyes rolling back into your head as your final orgasm rolls into play. Your walls squeeze him right, along with your legs around his waist.

Your nails drag up his back, causing your moans to mix together in the perfect harmony.

“That’s.. it baby.. fuck you feel so fucking good.”

“You’re so fucking pretty.”

“God I fucking love you. I love you. I love you.”

You feel his cock twitch inside of you before his thrusts come to a slow stop. You wince as he pulls out and he presses a kiss to your forehead, “Sit tight, okay. I’ll go get you a towel.”

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Thank you for reading. Sorry for not being active. I’ve been dealing with shit, I think it’s the seasonal depression coming into play, but I’ll get a longer one shot out tomorrow! Catch you in the next one! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[torakowalski]

So the Olympics have started and @pennyplainknits and I have been talking about Swimmer Steve. His first Olympics is 1988, where he gets two silvers and a bronze. Two golds and a silver come in 1992 and he's all set to wipe the board at his home games in Atlanta 1996.

Except he has a training accident right before World's, some rookie crashes into him as he's making a turn at the wall, and he's stetchered off with a broken shoulder and a concussion.

What no one knows is that Atlanta was supposed to be his last Olympics. He and Eddie had life plans that didn't involve Steve needing to be firmly in the closet to keep his sponsorships. But he can't leave it there and Eddie isn't going to LET him leave it there. So he drags himself back to form, qualifies for Sydney 2000. And then...

"Wait," Robin says, grabbing Eddie's arm. "There's no way, he -"

Eddie is sitting so far forward in his seat that he's in danger of falling onto the people sitting in the row below. He reaches back blindly, ends up clutching Robin's knee with his fingernails.

"He can. He totally can."

He wasn't supposed to. He told everyone he just wanted to come to Sydney to compete.

But Steve was sixth at the start of the penultimate lap, fifth by the middle, fourth as he takes his final tumble turn. He pushes off long and strong, resurfaces in third and then it's on.

Half a length to go, he's level with Alexander Popov in second, and then he just, he surges. Eddie didn't know he could still do that, hasn't seen it in a decade.

The Dutch dude, Van Den Hoogenband is new and fast and twelve years younger than Steve, but Steve is strong and beautiful and stubborn as fuck. They're in sync for that final stroke, but even this far away Eddie is sure - he's _sure_ - that it's Steve's fingertips that touch the wall first.

On Eddie's left, Robin screams. On Eddie's right, Dustin yells, "Jesus Christ!" like all the air has been punched out of him.

Eddie yells louder than any of them. He's on his feet without knowing he's going to move, friends and family of Team USA jumping up and down around him, Robin and Dustin yelling in his ears, but Eddie's eyes are firmly locked on Steve, still down in the pool.

He's pulled his cap off, hair everywhere, and he and Van Den Hoogenband are side by side, waiting together with their eyes locked on the screen.

"He did it," Robin says, "he _did_ do it, right?"

"He did it," Eddie says. He did. They all saw it. Why the fuck is it taking so long for the confirmation to come up?

The screens flash, a ripple goes around the Acquatic Centre, and then finally, there it is: Van Den Hoogenband (NED) - 48.30; Harrington (USA) - 48.29.

(ETA: now with more here)

[cokoweee]

Srry drawing these guys make me happy atm

[kraken17]

On account of the "Enid is the stalker" theory resurfacing in some corners of the fandom...

Wednesday: So, of all people, you are my stalker.

Enid: ...yes.

Wednesday: Just a minute after Xavier gave me that infernal phone object you threatened to sever his jugular if he didn't give you my number and the first thing you do after getting it is send me a death threat.

Enid: [nods].

Wednesday: And after that you have spent the last four months threatening me, manipulating images and videos and getting me to suspect everyone but you.

Enid: [nods again].

Wednesday: And you have only chosen to confess the truth to try to stop my attempt to eliminate Yoko, whom you had made suspect number 1.

Enid: Yep.

Wednesday: Enid, why? Why all this?

Enid: [very quietly] I thought you'd like it?

[beat]

Wednesday: Querida [takes Enid in her arms] ...I loved it.

Yoko: Okay, cool, but can you untie me from this pole and keep the gasoline away? Pretty please? Thank you.

[thundersarts]

Hands slip up from Regulus' waist to his shoulders, to the back of his neck, diving in the grown curls at his nape before sliding to cup his cheeks. James does it so reverently. Not like he's holding something fragile, or fickle. Regulus always hated being perceived like that– like something that needs protection, needs to be saved, that needs care and to be coddled. He's never even said out loud, but, somehow, James knows.

James doesn't do any of that. No. James holds him like he's precious.

James likes to care for what and who he holds close to his heart. He likes to protect it, and surely likes to pamper, to help, to care. But none of that is out of necessity, nor responsibility. James holds him simply because he wants to.

He looked at Regulus and thought, I like that. I'll cherish it.

[peppermint-whiskers]

Introducing:

An au by myself and @emositecc (all artwork here done by her, btw! 💖💖)

Premise: Because snake forms aren't common in Heaven, Pentious has to change forms per Sera’s orders in order to not make waves. At the same time, she places a spell on him that prevents him from speaking about who he was before and his time in Hell. Using the nickname Pen, he's sent down to Hell every once in a while to help them with redemption, acting as the representative. While there, he has a lot of trouble reconnecting because of the spell and because of the weird deja vu the others get whenever he's around. It also doesn't help that they're still mourning Pentious—he can't tell them that he's okay and that redemption works.

He does succeed in reconnecting with them, but only as “Pen.”

It'll be done in 3 acts:

Act 1: Reconnection

Sir Pentious, under the alias Pen, is sent to Hell every once in a while to help them with redemption. There, he struggles to reconnect with his friends, who are still mourning his supposed "death."

Act 2: Mind Wipe

After a disasterous event caused by Alastor, Pentious begs Sera to wipe his memories of his life before as it's the only way he can think of to ease the pain. This works for only a while, and the confusion between his two forms makes him restless. Emily smuggles him back to Hell to help him regain his memories.

Act 3: Consequences

After resolving the mind wipe, Sera realizes the error of her actions and tries in earnest to help Charlie's hotel with redemption. However, the reveal of the mind wipe and redemption causes waves in both Heaven and Hell.

Some artwork and snippets (written by me) under the cut!

No spoilers yet, obviously uwu

Snippet 1:

“The envoy is supposed to come today!” Charlie exclaimed, positively bouncing around the hotel lobby. “I'm sooooo excited! What do you think they'll be like??”

“Sexy,” Angel immediately said with his usual teasing tone.

“Respectful,” Vaggie sighed. After failed extermination, they've had countless meetings with Heaven, and the head seraphim has been . . . less than helpful. As much as she hated to admit it, dealing with Emily was much preferred to dealing with Sera.

“I just hope you know what you're doing,” Husk chimed in. “Inviting an angel to stay longterm here could be dangerous.”

“It’ll be fine,” Charlie assured them. “We'll keep them safe, and they'll help us with redemption! It's a win-win!”

A circular portal opened up just outside the hotel. Squealing with joy, Charlie rushed outside to meet their newest friend and staff member. Out stepped a tall gentleman with dark skin, white hair, and a pale blue suit. His eyes seemed to look over the hotel with nostalgia—Charlie would bet anything that in life, he was a hotel manager himself. That would be just perfect! She could use a little more help than Alastor deigned to provide.

Snippet 2

Their new guest wasn't doing so well. Somehow, through fake coughs and weak insistence, Pen managed to convince Charlie that he didn't need to come out of his room, thank you very much. Charlie wasn't dumb, of course, and her sympathetic nature was just one of the many reasons Vaggie loved her. Instead of pressing the issue, she let Pen stay in his room for the day and let him continue claiming he was sick.

He may have convinced the others, but Charlie and Vaggie both knew better. Angels couldn't get sick, but this was one hell of a bout of homesickness.

Charlie herself brought meals up to his room and coaxed him to eat, and Vaggie went when she was busy, but he never once opened the door. After two days of this, Vaggie finally took it upon herself to see him herself and get to the bottom of this. Breakfast in hand, she headed up the stairs and prepared herself for a battle of wills of which she was sure she would win.

[honeycakelion]

find a divine machine today, in YOUR local abandoned factory

[light-koe-pinsky]

Thats a strange egg

"y si te parece que yo estoy enamorado tuyo, eso es un invento intuyo, no des credito al murmullo ♪"

[shaanks]

okay BUT think about the way Shanks acts when you kiss him. The way he giggles into it at first, grinning against your lips with all the playful, casual joy that made you fall in love with him to begin with.

The way he wraps his arm around you, pulls you close, hums softly when it's clear you're not letting go, the way he breathes so slowly as the weight of it settles in his chest, soft and warm and soothing. The way he seems to pull all the breath out of you when he deepens it, the way the wind seems to tug at you like the whole world turns on your shared heartbeat.

think about the way his eyes glisten with something so tender it's almost wounded when you pull away just enough to tell him you love him. that of every soul alive and every treasure at sea, he's the one you want.

think about how Shanks is so easy and indulgent and giving with his affection, but rocked to his core by how freely and honestly you give him yours.

[violetfairydust]

WIP Whenever

Thank you to the lovely @endwersed for tagging me! I'm really excited about ghost whispering Stiles, so here's a conversation between him and Laura.

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The darkness swallowed the world leaving the only sight in front of Stiles the chill of his breath. He swung the bat back and forth while he waited for hopefully nothing. The preserve was asleep. He stood with the soles of his shoes glued to the ground. He shouldn’t have been left alone. He may have been in the safest corner of the woods, but if it was just him and his bat he couldn’t protect himself from the coven. Being stationed at one of the higher points made him the watchtower.

“Useless, isn’t it?” Laura said.

“Having me here?”

“Vampires are just as fast as werewolves, if not faster. You won’t be able to see them move. And that bat won’t stop one.”

“And why are you here? To keep me company?”

“I have a... special type of sight, too, you know. It’s lighter on this side. It may be two in the morning for you, but for me, it’s dusk.”

He scoffed. “You’re here to protect me?”

“I can see things you can’t.”

“That’s pretty laughable when you’re saying that to the ghost whisperer.”

She leaned against the trunk behind Stiles. He only turned when a branch snapped under her boot.

“I wanted to ask you some questions.” Her eyes followed the trail to the right, checking for unwanted guests. “I’ve never met anyone who can actually see us. The number of people who call themselves ghost hunters who come traipsing into our house with their recorders and cameras can’t.”

“You don’t show yourselves to Zak Bagans?”

She cracked a smile. “Sometimes I knock things over, blow cold air, but you’ll never catch me on camera. That’s Aurora. And I thought I was asking you questions? How did you get it? There are only rumors of people like you.”

“It’s genetic. We call it the Sight. My mom’s mom had it and her grandmother and her grandfather.” He shrugged. “It just happened.”

“Does your dad know?”

Stiles scoffed again. “Yeah, no. There’s no fucking way he’d believe it. He’d have me committed. I’ve never had a reason to tell him, and it doesn’t affect him, so it doesn’t matter. I don’t really want him to know. I don’t want him to look at me differently.”

Laura nodded. Relief prickled in his chest she wasn’t going to press it.

“How many of us do you see in a day?”

“At school? Dozens. Just around town? Hundreds.” Stiles shrugged. “I’ve gotten used to it.”

“Do we look different?”

“There’s a... a kind of... faintness about you. It’s like you’re muted. I can’t see through you, but you’re not in full color, either. It’s like a faded picture or something.”

“Huh.”

The questions stopped. Too many sprouted in his mind to pick one to ask. What was the other side like? Was there even one? Did she see a white light when she died? Was her family there to greet her? How did she see him? How could she tell he had the Sight?

Her breath came out fast. Her eyes were locked on something in the distance. The lines in her forehead deepened. When Stiles looked in that direction, he couldn’t see anything but darkness. It was darker than it should have been, darker than the rest of the woods.

“Stiles,” she breathed tightly, “hide.”

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I'm not sure who has and hasn't been tagged, but I tag you if you want to have a go!

[gothsuguru]

i lied. now that i started i can’t stop. i’m just imagining sukuna in reading glasses with a white button up top… sleeves rolled up… a few buttons undone so you can see the sliver of a chain and his chest tatts peeking out. thinking about how he has a multitude of silver rings and black acrylics on his nails that are in a sharp stiletto shape and god they just look sooooooo good… i think he likes to playfully claw at reader w them 🙂‍↕️ and i know he smells so fucking good too… slight amber musk with bourbon & a hint of tobacco but since he’s a baker he just has a natural scent now of butterscotch and dark vanilla… he’s just the definition of grown & sexy and i WANT him.

[samandcolbyownme]

Based off of this snippet, part one is right here.

Warnings: SMUT18+, unprotected threesome, creampie, oral (fem giving & rec), consensual recording/photographing, onlyfans!reader x Solby, swearing, choking, biting, hair pulling, just filth

Word Count: little over 2k | unedited

Please read part one, I’ll give ya a kiss 💋

You gave Colby a glance, his thumb stroking along your leg as he nods. You set you glass down and lean forward towards the blonde across from you, “So Sam..”

“So, y/n?” He tilts his head, leaning in towards you, “What’s up?”

You tilt your head, “Have you seen the comments on my recent Instagram post?”

He shakes his head, “I have not, no.”

Colby hands Sam his phone and your eyes focus on him, watching how his body tenses up as he reads over the comments that mention him.

He hands Colby his phone back and looks at you, “I can’t sit here and say that I don’t want to.”

“That’s exactly what I’m asking you to do.” You blurt out, “I know you know that we do the whole, OnlyFans, thing. I also know.” You look up at him, “That you could go anywhere else when we’re filming, or just fucking around, but you don’t.”

You lick your lips and smirk as Colby leans forward, “Say it, baby. Tell him what you want.”

Sam’s focus is on you, “Yeah, baby.” He smirks, “Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me, too.”

Sam smirks, chewing on his lip as he nods, “I can do that.”

“We also don’t have to re-“ You’re cut off by Sam, “Y/n, sweetheart. Colby gave me the whole rundown, but I will do whatever you want me to do.”

Sam’s words made you wet and Colby could tell by your thighs tensing and pressing together under his hand.

He chuckles, “I think dinner is also done.” He looks from Sam to you then back, “You’re getting her going already, Sam.” Colby gives your thigh a squeeze, leaning in, “I can’t wait to watch him fuck you.”

You whimper at his words and he presses his lips to yours, “Hold on baby, just a little bit longer, okay?”

You nod, letting out a sigh as you look up at Sam, who immediately puts a smirk on your face, “Who sent you the screenshot from my page?”

He tilts his head, “Promise you won’t get mad?”

You roll your eyes, “Please, whoever took it paid me for it so.”

Sam’s face drops, “Wait? They paid money to see that?” Colby chuckles, “I had the same reaction at first, but just wait until you bend her over.”

Sam’s cheeks heat up, along with yours as luckily, the waitress brings the bill over which means you can pay and get the hell back to the hotel.

——

“Fuck.” Sam groans as you bite down on his neck, continuing to walk backwards with the guidance of his hands on your hips, “I can’t wait be between those legs.”

Sam mumbles as he slides his hands up to roughly cup your cheeks, “..to fucking taste you.” He crashes his lips on yours and you reach up to pull your dress off your shoulder but Colby stops you, “Wait baby, let me get your camera before you do that.”

You look over at him, nodding as you watch him bend down to get out the camera and tripod.

San continues to kiss down your neck, whispering in your ear, “I stayed home because I love to listen to those pretty sounds you make for Colby.”

You moan at his words and his hands slide up and down your arms, “And when you’re doing stuff to yourself.” He hums lowly, “Thought about just coming over there and getting it over with.”

You moan at his words, “Fuck, Sam.” You pull him in by his neck and kiss him, “I need you so bad.”

“Whenever you’re ready, baby.” Colby gives the go ahead and your hands are instantly tearing away at his shirt, his hands moving to free your boobs from the hug of your dress, “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

He pushes your dress down over your body and kisses up your thighs. Your hand goes to the back of his head as he grows closer to your naked cunt.

You didn’t wear panties on purpose, and Colby made it a point, more or less to get Sam comfortable quicker, “Fuckin’ slut. Not wearing any panties.”

Colby clicks his tongue, “It’s like you wanted this to happen, didn’t ya, sweetheart?”

You whimper out as you nod your head, “Yes.”

“You gonna be a slut for me, baby, huh?” Sam lifts your leg, placing it to hook over his shoulder. Your lips part as you watch Sam below you, “Yes, baby. I’ll be a slut for you.”

He leans in, slipping his tongue against your clit and you gasp, fingers fighting around his hair, “F-fuck.” You whimper, feeling his hands pull you towards him more.

You stand on your tip toe, reaching out to put your hand on the wall for support as his tongue slips between your folds, “S-Sam, oh, f-fuck.”

“Does that feel good, baby?” Colby asks as he moves closer to get a better shot as Sam on his knees for you.

“So good.” You breathe out, pulling Sam’s hair, which earns a groan from him. He pulls his head back, standing up to walk you backwards.

Your back barely hits the bed before Sam’s tongue is pushing between your folds fully, causing you to arch your back, “Oh my god, yesyesyes.”

You look down at him, brows furrowed as you feel close already, “F-fuck.” You moan out loudly, “Don’t stop! S-Sam, fuckfuck.”

“Cum’in already, baby? You just have been so needy tonight, huh?” Colby shows your face to the camera as he brushes hair from it, “Look at me, baby.”

You opened your eyes, moaning out as Sam guides you through the end of your high.

“Sam making you feel good, baby?” Colby asks, leaning back to watch you from under the camera. You nod, “I’d feel better if I had you, too, daddy.”

Colby groans as he brings the camera back to show you undoing his pants, “Fuck, baby. Anything you want.”

You glance down as Sam pulls away, and Colby hands Sam the camera, “You have the best angle.” Sam nods, taking the camera as he looks at you, “You taste so fucking good, y/n.”

You bite your lip, smirking as you feel the head of his cock tap against your clit, “Turn so your head is at the edge of the bed for me.”

Colby moves, standing up to watch you lay down. He looks down at you and you smirk up at him, hand reaching to pull his jeans down as you whine, “Colby.”

He smirks down at you, biting his lip at he glances up to watch Sam’s cock slip inside of you. Sam records himself pushing into you slow, groaning out, “Fuck, you feel even better.”

“Sam.” You whimper, “P-please move.” You beg as your eyes land on Colby’s cock. He kneels down on the bed and you lift your head, eagerly welcoming the tip between your lips.

You moan around him as Sam’s thrusts speed up, eyes fluttering shut as Colby pushes your head up and down on his cock, earning a gag from you when he pushes down a little too far.

“Fuck.” Colby’s grip tightens on your hair, “How’s she feel, Sam?”

Sam groans in response, pushing his cock all the way into your pulsating cunt, “The best pussy I have ever fucking come into contact with.”

You moan as Colby lifts your head, “She’s a fucking beauty, just like I told you.” Colby bends down, hand moving to your throat as his lips move to yours, “Being such a good girl for us.”

You whimper, an arm moving around his neck as he moves to crouch on the floor by your head, watching as Sam continues to fuck you, “Doin’ so fucking well.”

He turns your head, kissing your lips as Sam’s thrusts slow down. Colby pulls away and looks at Sam, “Where do you want her?”

“I want her taking both of us.” Sam smirks, leaning down to kiss you. Colby takes the camera from Sam and his hands immediately find your body, gripping and squeezing.

Colby sets the camera up to angle at all three of you before moving to lay under you. You moan loudly, arching your back against his chest as you feel him sleep into your pussy.

“You’re so fucking wet.” Colby whispers, groaning as you roll your hips under the touch of his fingers on your clit.

Sam moves to in between your legs, hands resting on your knees as he watches Colby’s cock go in and out if you at your own pace, “Fuck.” Sam spits into his hand, groaning lowly as he coats his cock with it.

“You want Sam in your pussy, too, baby? Want us both to fill you?” Colby asks, sliding his hands to your thighs. You nod, gasping and moaning out as you feel Sam’s cock trying to squeeze into you with Colby’s.

You moan louder the further in he gets, the pain quickly becoming pleasure as Colby’s fingers start drawing circles on your clit, “Relax, baby. Doing so well.”

Sam leans over and grab the camera before getting into a steady rhythm with Colby.

The feeling and knowing they’re stretching you has you already in the brink of orgasm. You squeeze your walls, arching your back as you let out a loud string of moans, “Fuckfuck fuck!”

“Let it out, baby. Tell us how good you feel.” Sam groans, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon.” He grips your hip with his hand that isn’t holding the camera and Colby tightens his arm around your shoulders, “I’m already there, and she is too.”

He pecks your cheek and you moan, spilling over into the pleasure. You moan even louder when you feel their grip on you tighten and their cocks twitch in unison.

Sam leans back, still keeping his cock into you and you whimper as you feel him slip out after getting the camera shot.

You gasp as Colby slips you up off of his cock and Sam groans, “Look at how messy you are.” Sam drags cum back up and pushes it back inside of you, “Fuck.”

After a few seconds, he stops recording and helps you sit up, moving off of Colby so he can stand, “I’m going to start the shower.”

You nod and look at Sam, “Well, how was it?” He wraps his arms around you and nods, “You have no fucking idea.”

You smile and stand up, arms still around him, “You could have asked sooner, you know.”

He scoffs, “Well I didn’t, but now I do.”

——

The next day after uploading that video, you woke up to everyone’s comments being blown up, “They know.” You mumble as you scroll through your comments, “Apparently I’m fucking both of you because I can.”

You laugh and Colby lays a hand on your ass as he leans over to look, “I mean, that’s kind of right. Partially.”

“It was bound to happen at some point, I mean, come on. Look at her.” Sam motions to you and you smirk, “Thank you.”

You go back to reading and you can’t help but giggle at some of the cute but funny ones.

I bought the video, okay. And let me tell you, the way they look at her… fuck I need that in my life

Y/n is seriously THAT girl

Who else came from their web browsers?

I literally love this girl, like yes girl. Fuck them both!!

Ok nah, now she’s just BRAGGING

“Did you bring any of your outfits?” Colby asks and you roll over to face him, glancing at Sam, “I may have brought one or two..”

“Get them.” Colby nods and you get out of bed, walking over to get the outfits from your suitcase, and before you even hold them up, Sam makes a choice, “School girl.”

You smirk, looking from Sam to Colby. Colby smirks, shrugging his shoulders, “I guess school girl it is.”

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